#sun grow inverters

[jujutsukgojo]

My gifts to you

feitan portor x reader

Summary: You knew him for years for only moments at a time. Yet, you take it upon yourself to love and mourn him anyway, even when the world won't. tw: light smut, slight yandere feitan, spoilers, mentions of murder, light angst, fluff(?), injuries, cheating, time skips an: didn't mean for it to be this long. Feitan is a bit tricky for me but oh well :) kind of inspired by criminal minds 'no way out'. 10.8k

“If you tie it like this, it should stay, okay?” You tap the boy’s foot. Although he is smaller than you in height, his feet are bigger. It’s quite comical but you don’t dare laugh. In this blasted city, you’d be bound to die for such a thing. Especially if you laugh at someone with crazy hair and carries a baseball bat wrapped in barbed wire.  

  He says something in a foreign language that you can’t understand. If you are correct, it may be inverted Japanese. In the books that one kid collects, there is a country, Japan, where the common language originates. Since the common language isn’t his mother tongue, it makes you wonder where he’s from and why he’s here. 

  The boy stands up to his full, but short, height. You sit on random rubble and look up at him, waiting for what he’ll do next. Will he call over Phinks or even bring Uvogin? He hangs out with Phinks mainly but who knows these days. 

   Instead of swinging the bat at you or calling over his friends, he pats your head awkwardly. You don’t make any sudden movements or noises. The boy leaves right after. A sigh escapes your lips after he leaves you behind.  

   What's his name again? Feitain? 

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  In your hut, you slightly stir the food that sizzles in the pan you found. It’s rare to come across tomatoes and eggs but you managed this time. The smell is mouth watering. You hope no one else can smell it. 

As much as you want to live elsewhere, this is what you settle for at the moment. In another world, you’d be out of this city and somewhere clean and safe. Like the church or something. No, even better than the church. You’ve heard of the outside where there are bright flashing lights and diamonds and pearls on people’s necks. There are flowers of all colors out there. Different shapes, smells, and meanings, they’re all beautiful. You hear that food isn’t scavenged but bought or given to people without a price.  

   People said they’ve seen the safety of children your age that play without a care. There are parents for the lost kids and doctors for the injured. Clean clothes and showers on the regular. You can even see the sun clearly and the big, round moon that doesn't bring out the wolves in men. 

There are pastors and priests that don’t turn people away, either. Hell, you have even wondered if there were schools there that allow everyone to get in. You're sure that you are reading and doing math wrong. How embarrassing.  

Finally done, you place the food on a plastic plate you found. You made sure to wipe the grime off the plate and rinsed it with clean water before using it. Even though you can just eat out of the pan, you want to seem sophisticated like the outside. They don't eat out of pans or use dirty plates. 

  The food steams and is welcoming. Without a lot of utensils, you pick at it with your hands. It burns at first but you’re too hungry. The flavor bursts in your mouth. Even without the proper seasonings, it’s still heaven. You haven’t eaten in a while so you’ll take what you can get.  

   Suddenly, the boy, Feitan, enters your hut. You gasp and protectively cover your food. He brings his foot out. His shoe, which he stole, is untied again. You swallow the substance and point out, “I taught you how to tie them.” 

“Tie.” 

“I taught you.” You set your plate down.  

“Tie.” You roll your eyes and pat your thighs. He walks over to you and places his dirt caked shoe on your lap. Slowly, you tie them.  

“There, see? Come on now, you need to learn. A little boy can’t grow without tying his shoes.” 

“I’m not little boy.” You give a breathy chuckle. “Of course you are, honey.” 

  He leans in close to your face. “I’m older than you.”  

...He does hang out with Phinks, who is a couple years older than you. In fact, it is rare to see them apart. Is it possible that it’s true? Is Phinks the type to be friends with someone who is younger?

 Curious, you ask, “Then why are you so short?” His eyes widened in shock. Then, strangely, he laughs while patting your head harshly. Studying his face revealed what looks like the beginning of a sinister smile.

  He looks at your plate and sits down in front of you. You’re both on the dirt floor. 

 “Give me.” You scoff and snap at him. “No! Find your own!” 

The little beast decided that the two of you should ‘share’. He smacks on his food, making you want to punch him repeatedly. He’s gaunt and bony, but not really bad like last time. His face has a tiny bit of roundness to it. 

  “Stop staring.” He inhales a tomato. “You look better than last time.”

“Better?” He cocks his head to the side. The remnants of the tomato smeared a little on his cheek.

“Yeah, healthier.” He stares at you for a second. “Thanks.” His accent is thick, and you still can’t place it. Nevertheless, you understand. Afterwards, much to your surprise, he sleeps in your hut now that his belly is full. Satisfied and strangely not afraid, you follow suit. It’s nice to have a friend, however strange.

You are barely awake, sleep still heavy in your eyes, when you see him pop up. Drool is crusted on his cheek, and he rubs his eyes. He yawns and then spots you next to him. Feitan eyes the entry of the hut then back at you. He puts the only cover you have on you then pets your head. 

  Before he leaves, he places his bat in your hand. Feitan secures the entry as he exits the hut. 

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  It’s been years since you and Feitan have talked. You've gotten familiar with him but when Sarasa had died in such a disrespectful and gruesome way, he withdrew. In the meantime, you waited for him and studied a power you discovered. No matter the eyes that were always on you, you didn’t care about the mysterious and hidden audience. 

  You don’t know what it’s called but it started when you witnessed some kid about to get her ass handed to her by some thugs. The man had moved a pair of scissors without using his hands. They aimed right towards her and in a moment of instinct, you rushed to push her out of the way. Unfortunately, the scissors stabbed you in the shoulder.  

  It was then did you feel the rush of a force so strong, that it knocked everyone away from you. A faint white light that glowed from your skin that only your eyes could see. As you looked around in shock, you saw that same glow coming from that man and his friends. 

  You were gasping when you fell to your knees. “I-I’m sorry. I can’t be here!” The girl your age ran for her life and left you behind. In a moment of fear, you call out to her to help you. You were so afraid; you couldn't tell if the screams were hers or yours. Given the situation, you were too rattled, terrified and hurt, to focus.

The men shook for a second then got up to face you. The blood from your shoulder wasn’t stopping its flow. Crimson red stained your clothes and the ground. It was all so strange, such an unusual feeling of adrenaline that you couldn’t help but memorize. Almost as if the world had finally made sense. Every single thing became so much clearer to your dismay.  

  The men came towards you with malicious intent. While putting pressure on your injury, you managed to kick one of their legs, causing them to buckle and hurt his knee. He screamed in agony. 

  “G-get away!” You try to stand. The press of your hand on the wound isn’t helping. Is it supposed to bleed this much? It hit your shoulder, but did it nick something?  

  You need to stop it, to heal and get away from them. In this city, people like you are in danger from men like them. If you don’t get away, you’ll end up like Sarasa. She was never really close to you. She was a nice girl who always looked for video tapes, so you'd help her from time to time. Yet, her death scarred everyone since it was so close to home. And now, you no doubt are facing the exact same situation. Wrong place, wrong time.  

   Same fate.  

You fell back on the ground and looked at the sky. It has always been so dirty, just like the city due to pollution. Still so young, you know you won’t see what it really looks like. In the corner of your eye, you spot something green. A small clover with four leaves. 

  One time, an old man told a story of how four-leaf clovers are a sign of good luck. By the intense feeling and pressure of your eyes, you know it’s not true. Pain in all ways makes tears fall from your eyes. Lips wobbling at how unfair everything is and that you will never see the sun. The outside must really be heaven, and for someone so young who hasn’t committed a sin, you are wondering if you can go.

  Suddenly, flowers that you never knew blossomed around you. The soft petals touched your filthy skin and got rid of the aches. The blood on your shoulder faded from view as well as the pain. A soft and beautiful hum whispered in your ear. You truly believed it to be in your head, an imagination of paradise as you leave. Heaven, they call it. You must be close to the outside world then. 

  This must be it, you thought. There was no pain from a strike or fear. Just closed eyes and peace. Something you know you couldn’t get in the atrocious city.  

It ends. You were shocked as the beautiful flowers disappeared. Heaven, would you reject someone? 

  The men didn’t hurt you. The one whose knee was broken was able to move his leg. His red hair kind of glowed in the sun, and brown eyes were wide. He muttered a soft ‘thank you’ and walked away without a limp. His friends followed.  

   After that, you had realized that your ability wasn’t anything like scissors or something scary. It was to heal and be healed.

Although after immediately learning this, you didn't go out of your way to find the source of the screams in the direction the people went. First was the girl, then the group of men. After what you went through, it didn't seem like a good idea. 

 Feitan, somehow, got wind of it. Now in his later teen years you both estimate, he sits still and points to his arm. There’s a gnarly gash oozing blood. You wonder how he’s not feeling this and if he is, how he isn’t even fazed.  

  You gently pick up his arm and inspect it. He's thin but has clear definition in his arms. You haven’t seen him in so long that you are surprised by his growth. Hell, he’s taller now. Still short, but at least he grew.  

  In a jar, you take a premade petal. This is a way for you to save energy and reach people when you physically can’t tend to. Acting as a pill, you make sure that people can get infections out. For some reason, illnesses and infections are particularly tricky and tiring for you.  

  “Eat this, Feitan.” He frowns. “No.” You sigh. “It’s infected. You need to eat this so I can heal it right.” 

  “It’s not.”   

Rolling your eyes you bring his wound to his face. “This, this is infected. It's literally oozing pus.” How long did this go on? Was he really that hesitant to just come and see you?

  He growls and takes the delicate petal and places it in his mouth. “Stop pouting.”  

“Not pouting. It’s nasty.” He’s not wrong. It has a bitter taste and when chewed, a slimy texture. The color of the disintegrating petal leaves a stain in the mouth as well. If not for the benefits, no one would even bother. They'd be just as offended as Feitan.  

  The pus stops and clears up. “Alright, this’ll leave a scar.”  

You blow on your hand so that flowing blossoms surround him. Beautiful shades of pink and white go through his hair. With a gentle caress, you see the flurries touch his wound. It starts to encourage his own healing.  

  As much as you want to do the full thing, you’re tired. All day you’ve been working and collecting payments. Not to mention facing the disappointment of them being useless. You want to kick yourself for not getting paid first. But the sight of those grateful people and healed kids softens your heart.  

  Soon, it stops once the injury becomes manageable. You’re about to wrap it when a hand stops you. “What’s this?”  

  “Feitan, I'm tired. You caught me at a bad time.” You try to move your hand but he stops you. He's a lot stronger than you remember. “Heal.” 

His fluency isn’t the greatest still.  

“I’m tired! Just let it heal the rest of the way.” No matter how much you try to yank your hand away, his grip is too strong. “Please, Feitan...”  

  Surprisingly, he lets go and from what you can see, the subtle white glow appears and heals him the rest of the way, leaving small flames. “Feitan...what was that?” 

  He rolls his eyes and plops down on a chair. He says nothing and just relaxes, or at least that’s what he’s trying to make it seem like. It has been a while since you’ve seen him, but that doesn’t make you blind to his behaviors…sometimes. 

   “As a transmuter, I can heal a little by using enhancer,” He looks at you suspiciously. “You know nothing about nen?”

“Nen?” You put the gauze and other items in a black bag. It was found in the safe zone by the church. Apparently, it belonged to a doctor from the outside. The bag had all kinds of necessities. Gauze, medicine, some syringes, disinfectant, a thermometer, all kinds of stuff that you’ve had to use sparingly. What you save in the bag, you make up for with your ability. 

  He smacks his lips and calls you a ‘dumb brat’. “You use nen but don’t know it?”

Sighing, you ask, “What is nen, Feitan?” 

“What you do. Use your aura and stuff.” His arms are crossed, and he looks at you expectantly. You gather that he likes knowing things you don’t. It’s like a weak power trip. 

  But it is nice to finally have a name and explanation for it. And that’s what he did this time. Visiting you for a moment just to pick with you while teaching you something you should have known. 

“Wait, if you could do that, why’d you come here?” He just shrugs.

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When you see him again, he brings his friends along. You immediately recognize some of them. Phinks, who ran with Feitan, the boy who always collected books, and Uvogin, the giant who was always claiming territory and beating people up. 

  Feitan should be twenty now. It’s hard to tell since he looks youthful. He points to his friend, the boy with the books, and orders, “Heal.”

“You can do it, Feitan, remember?” You were in the middle of cleaning when he and the rest of his posse pop up. They look flustered and a little worse for wear. 

  “Heal.” He always does crap like this. You roll your eyes at first. The body they carry tugs on your strings a bit. 

“Fine. Put him on the table.” Thankfully, it’s cleaned, and a new wrapping has been placed on it. Gently, the man is put on it. You spot the cross tattoo on his forehead. Ah, that’s where Feitan has been. Lately, there’s been whispers of the Phantom Troupe. Merciless killers and thieves from Meteor City that have been gaining respect over the years. Your opinion of them isn’t the greatest but it also isn’t the worst. You appreciate them for standing up for Meteor City, but their methods are questionable.

   You sigh and begin to undress the boy with the cross. “Is that necessary?” 

You continue to pull off his clothes, not bothering to answer the question the girl asked. If she can’t understand why you need to remove his clothes, then that’s on her. She scoffs after another female voice answers her question. 

  You finally see his wound. Feitan can heal himself to a degree, but you don’t think this guy can. The gash is deep and sewed with makeshift stitches. There’s no nen involved, surprisingly. Given that Feitan is an avid user, you thought his friends would be keen on it too. 

“He’s a specialist. Enhancer techniques are harder for him.” Phinks spoke. He must've understood your confusion. 

“And the stitches?” You gently investigate the area. It’s an angry red around it and, like you suspected, infected. It wasn’t properly taken care of. You begin to remove the stitches. You wonder what the thread is made of and how long this has been going on. 

“He,” Phinks points to Uvogin. “And him,” He then points to another large man with long ears. “Thought they could do it. Normally, Machi heals us but they were away from her. Her stitches would have helped him but not any infections.”

  “Ah, well this requires more than I thought.” You touch the ground and out comes a beautiful swirl of flowers. Underneath the moving petals is a blooming sunflower. It picks the guy up so he rests on it. The bed of the flower glows softly and becomes warm. His once wincing face is now peaceful. His injury is slowly closing and the red is beginning to turn pink. 

“The downside of this is that it takes a while. It’ll be all healed up in about an hour or so.”

“ An hour?” Uvogin, who has abandoned his afro and traded it for long standing hair. “Feitan, I thought you said she was good? We could’ve gone to that one guy and got it done right then and there.”

“She’s the best. Wait.” His hands are in his pockets and he moves. Feitan looks around and touches whatever he pleases. You try not to focus on his compliment. You wonder if the reason he moved from your line of sight is because he got embarrassed. If so, you won’t tease him. The Troupe are killers, afterall. 

   You start to feel the weight of your nen. This technique requires more effort than the others. Feitan explained it to you but you never did get the hang of it. You just know what to do instinctively. You were proud that you could do any of this without a teacher.

 What you’re sure of is that this man, whatever his name is, is giving you a crap ton of money after this or there’ll be hell to pay. 

   You feel something tickling the side of your face. The wrapper is red and unopened. You take the energy bard gratefully. “Thank you, Feitan.”

A couple of the Troupe members complain about the time. Machi or Mochi or whatever, the pink haired one, especially complains and criticizes for some reason. You have never seen this person before in your life yet here she is pouting. 

  “You okay?” You see the blond boy with big blue eyes study you closely. He moves closer to your face. A smile never leaves his face. Before you can answer, Feitan, who hasn’t left your side since you ate the bar, answers for you. 

“She’s fine. I’m watching her.”

You hear a couple of snickers. Feitan glares daggers at the offenders. You take a deep breath and ignore the friends who decided to crowd inside your hut. The boy with the forehead tattoo lies peacefully. Although you are running out of steam, his wound is healing nicely. One of the women, you believe it’s Pakunoda, comes to you and bends down. 

“Can I get you anything?” You discover that your throat is absolutely parched. “Some water, please.”

  If you remember correctly, the last you saw of her was when her head was shaved and some outsider kid did it. She had always kept it short. And now, it’s on her shoulders and very sleek. Over the years she’s drastically changed.

  You drink the water, which to your surprise, is clean. “Hey, how did this happen anyway?”

  “Don’t ask questions.” Feitan quickly shuts you down. Before you can ask anything more, you notice the entire group of friends are quiet. 

  “It’s nothing for you to worry about, okay?” You nod at the blonde boy with blue eyes and a permanent smile. Completing the hour, the tattoo guy is up. He’s immediately impressed. “My name’s Chrollo Lucilfer. Yours?” He puts out his hand for you to shake. 

  “Yeah, the book collector-theater nerd-kid, right? My name’s-” Before you can even answer, Feitan does it for you. 

  He gives your name and how your Nen works. He’s quick with it, too. You side eye Feitan for a second. “Thanks, Feitan. I, uh, really needed a spokesperson.”

“Ah, I guess it can’t be helped then, Feitan?” There’s tension in the air. It’s thick and heavy. By the looks of it, neither one is backing down. “Um, it’s not a big deal that he answered for me, you do know that, right?”

  Seconds pass through this. You look around for anyone to intervene with this. Whatever the hell is going on, it’s deep. “Since Fei explained it, why not have her join?”

“Positions are filled.” Chrollo still stares directly into Feitan’s eyes. Phinks nervously chuckles, once again trying to defuse the situation. “Fei, come on. No fighting. Right boss?”

  Suddenly, it’s lifted. Chrollo has what looks like a practiced smile on his face. “That’s true. That’s a rule.”

  Chrollo takes a glance at you. “She obviously means a lot to you. Clearly, she’s an asset, too.”

  “I’m right here, jackass.” Feitan smacks you on the head. “I’ll handle her.” 

  The others sigh in relief. Momentarily, you’re a little offended. “It was nice meeting you.”

They exit your hut right after, leaving Feitan behind. “So. those were your friends, huh?”

“Watch tongue.” You smack your lips and roll your eyes. There is blood on the floor and on the table. The furniture is in disarray due to all of his friends having no home training.  “I haven’t seen you in forever and this is how you greet me?”

 He frowns. “I say hello all the time.” You turn to him. “When? I didn’t see you.”

Feitan huffs and kicks the ground lightly. You get up to move the furniture back to place. Your movements are slow and everything seems so much heavier. Everything is swirling right before your eyes. Your head hurts and yet feels so light. Before you meet the ground, Feitan takes you to the couch and lays you down. 

  “I haven’t seen you in so long, little boy…” Those were the last words you say before you drift to sleep. 

Hours later, you wake up at the sound of birds. There is a beautiful blue blanket on you with golden yellow designs. It’s thick and so warm you could stay forever. You’ve never owned anything like this. 

  Slowly you get up and search for Feitan. He’s nowhere to be found much to your dismay. Last night’s conversation still stays with you. He insisted that he says hello all the time. That he sees you regularly, yet, you haven’t seen him at all. 

  The blanket, the wind chime, the medical supplies, the various decorations with stones, paint and if you weren’t smart, you’d say gold. Could Feitan have been the one to give you gifts? Silently watching over you and in his own way, saying hello? You have felt like you were being watched for years. 

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  “Do you understand why I didn’t welcome you?”

“No, and I never will. Now please, leave me alone.” You feel convicted by turning a man of God away, but can he truly be one when he left a child to suffer? You were in the cold, wind, and rain, alone in one of the worst parts of the city. All you had was Feitan, and he was there once in a blue moon. After the rejection from the church, you took it upon yourself to care for others as no one had ever cared for you. Although hurt and afraid, you chose not to spread that toxicity. You decided that no matter the size of change, it still works. 

 However, you will not fall prey to the same people. For instance, that girl you saved and this priest. How can he expect your services with no repentance or atonement? You forgive, but like hell will you forget. 

Damn…you were so sure you were over the pain of your past. That the change you made within yourself and how you treat people so no one else suffers like you, would stick. Alas, all it takes is one person to bring it down. You want to kick yourself because of the regression. Then again, the hostility isn’t your fault.

You walk into the hallway with small statues, stone walls, and large windows. The sun shines brightly through them, making the church seem prettier than it is.

“Please-”

“She said no.” Feitan stands with his hands in his pockets, the sun shining on his pale skin. It has been a few months since the incident with Chrollo. You haven’t seen any of them but have felt eyes on you, which you have deduced was Feitan. However, you learned the truth of the blanket. The name stitched on it belonged to an old clan, the Kurta, that was mutilated, tortured, and murdered by the Phantom Troupe. It disgusts you. The blanket is comfortable but still. 

Feitan, the boy who you taught to tie his shoes, gave you a trophy of his crime. You wanted to burn it, or bury it in the memory of the Kurta, yet you couldn’t. It’s a gift from the one consistent person in your life. Your protector and giver. So, you folded it and put it in a box. 

   Now, here he is like he’s done nothing wrong. Defending you and putting the man that’s been with the city for ages in his place. You’re shocked at his behavior. 

  “Feitan, surely you must understand!” 

“Shut up.” Father Rizole took a step back in surprise. Feitan was one of his regulars, if you remember correctly. This must be a surprise for the aging priest. 

You hum at the scene. Even though the rumors of what the Troupe has done bothers you, it doesn’t mean you aren’t opposed to the benefits. The priest backs up and sighs. 

“If you ever reconsider, please, let me know. We could use your help.”

“I could’ve used it too.” You end the conversation there and leave. Feitan soon follows you. He’s silent on his feet and very fast. Feitan was behind you but his quick feet caught up in less than a second. Now, he walks right at your side. 

“So, you just decide when you want to see me?” 

Feitan shrugs. “I don’t know.” 

Sighing, you turn to him and ask, “What do you need this time?” The lower half of his face is hiding under a plain cowl now. His eyes show all of the emotion needed. “I just hang out.”

  The sun is too hot for this nonsense. Sweat trickles down your face and back, becoming sticky. “So that’s why you’re here, right? I’m shocked.”

Before he can say your name, you continue. “Oh! And let's not forget the little massacre that took place, huh? Yeah, being used to heal your friend from that was really fun.”

“I didn’t.”

 You roll your eyes. “No, just that one guy. That’s who to you, again?”

“Boss.” You scoff at his short answer. Then, you think about the possibility. “Your boss? Then…doing that to the Kurta, wasn’t your idea, was it?”

“No, not mine.” His hands remain in his pockets. His hair blows in the wind slightly. You realize he hasn’t gotten a haircut in a while. 

“If you could, you know, go back in time…would you still do it?”

“Yes.” No hesitation, no thought put into the answer. Just a plain as day answer and a tone that leaves no room for an explanation. 

“So whatever he wants he just gets? As long as it aligns with your twisted mind, right?”

  His eyes grow darker. “I save you.”

You point to the church. “No, no you didn’t. That guy wasn’t going to do anything to me. I had it handled.”

Shaking your head, you go to leave until a hand wraps around your wrist. “Boss takes nen. I didn’t let him.”

  Was that what that was? That tension that day that was suffocating? Remembering that day, you start to form pieces. “Would he hurt you if you didn’t go along with his schemes?”

“No.” 

Well there goes that idea. “Nevermind.”

You try to yank your wrist from his grip, but it’s iron tight. “Let me go!”

“I protect you, always. Bad people here, everywhere. I get dirty for you.” His face is indifferent but his words give it away. The plea for you to understand and realize, dare you say, his devotion to his friends. Does this include you?

Is that what it is? What friendship, this connection is? You are aware of the deeds the Troupe do. You understand why they thought it would be a good idea (somewhat anyway). 

“Thank you, then.” He lets go of your wrist which was grabbed painfully tight. He trades that in for holding your hand instead. You are shocked at first, but if you make it a big deal, he’ll stop. You don’t want him to right now. 

  Not when you feel safe. You still want to kick yourself… and maybe throw in a punch.

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Apparently, the Troupe have gone their separate ways for now. They don’t cling onto each other for a long period of time after a job. It’s better that way since it has a lesser chance of them getting caught. They still hang out from time to time, though. 

For you, you managed to get out of Meteor City after the argument with the priest. Feitan had gone to do another heist with Phinks, if you remember right. You took that moment to skip town. You never wanted to stay in the trash, anyway. 

  And you were right to! Everything you thought of as a child about the world outside was true! Sure, people can be rude and things can be corrupt, but you’re fed and resting. There are bright lights and kind people. It can be clean and the soap smells so good. Just the other day you got to experience a nail salon. Rather than stealing from you, the lady next to you, Jade, talked about her family. Her daughter is Ruby and her wife is Scarlet. Jade and Scarlet want another child. You offered the name Emerald. 

  In Meteor City, you would’ve had to fight. Now, you are making friends and offering beautiful names. It’s a stark contrast that is fully welcomed. 

  The sun is bright and the moon is sometimes round. It doesn’t always attract evil and can sometimes sing such a beautiful melody. There are pearls and diamonds. There are seasonings that make the food taste unbelievably good. It’s all expensive, but infinitely better than Meteor. 

And Nen is a secret here. In the city, many knew about it and used it without discretion. Here it’s different. Like a secret identity for a hero. Your nen in particular isn’t used as much as it was before. Your ability was so tiring. Pretty and incredibly useful, but exhausting nonetheless. 

  It has been a few years since you saw him, but he’s seen you. He found you quickly, too. When you came home from your office job (which you are still ecstatic about, by the way) you noticed a new painting in your house. It was dull and in black and white. The painting is of a few plants that take the center stage. Actually, they’re your nen plants. In the background is what looks like your old city. Piles of rubbish and polluted air in black swirls. There are clouds above and a dark sun barely poking out. 

  It’s sad. Beautiful, but sad. You have wondered what he meant by it. You open the door to your apartment. It’s not much and one day you want to get a house. 

  The keys make a jingle when you set them on the countertop. The apartment is still dark, so you scramble to flip the switch. “Why you leave?”

You scream at the top of your lungs. Standing there nonchalantly is Feitan, who you haven’t had contact with in a hot minute. His hair is even longer than before. He wears a new cowl that has a skull on it over his face. His trench coat looks a little too big for him but he wears it well anyway. 

  “Uh, because I live here? What are you doing here?” You set your bag down and take off your short heels. Although he’s a murderer, you still feel safe with him. 

 He takes slow strides towards you. “ Why? I looked for you and you weren’t there.”

“You knew where I was. I got your presents,” You point to the painting. He hides his face a little in the fabric. “I like it by the way. Did you do it?”

“Shut up.” You sigh and walk into your kitchen. “I’ll make you something to eat.”

 You begin to wash the rice. Your eyes switch from looking down to taking obvious glances at him. Right about now, he should be in his mid twenties. It’s amazing how long you’ve known each other. You remember him as that kid who didn’t know how to tie his shoes and him teaching you about Nen. Time flies so fast when you least expect it. 

  You crack the eggs and whisk them. The sound of the utensil against the bowl and the sizzle of the tomatoes in the pan is all that is heard. Feitan doesn’t make one sound. He opts to stare at you working and even has a glint in his eye which you think could be satisfaction. 

  “Do you still like this, by the way? I remember you snatching it.” You try not to smile at the memory. 

 “I do.” He hovers in your kitchen, just waiting, watching you do all of the work. Stingy bastard. After adding the seasonings, you could have never gotten in Meteor City, you fix him a plate. He happily accepts it and sits down on the floor. 

“I have a tab-” Oh, the memory. Allowing yourself to smile, you sit with him and eat off of his plate. “We’re sharing. ”

 He gives a slight growl but doesn’t do anything. “So, what brings you by?”

“I say hello.” You hum with a mouth full of food. “Well, hello to you too, little boy.”

He gives you a light kick. The two of you finish the plate. Both full, you just lay back and talk. 

“How long are you staying?” 

“Not long.” You’ll miss him. “Running from the cops again?”

“Need to hide out for a bit.” You nod, accepting his answer and that your connection will probably always be sweet moments. “It’s nice to have you here, even only for a moment.”

  Feitan taps you again with his foot. “I’m always here. I say hello all the time.” You know and are fully aware of what he means. His odd little gifts decorate your house. To bones, to rugs, even a china set he stole. It’s routine for him to give you something, even when you don’t see him. 

“Even though you run.” He kicks you again. The more you watch him, the more your chest tightens. He’s the only consistent thing in your life. Everything is fleeting. Your job is new as well as your relationship with your coworkers. But there is a line with them. Feitan is different.

  “How long are we going to do this dance?”

“I don’t dance.” You roll your eyes and laugh. “I mean you coming by once in a blue moon.” 

  He shrugs. “I don’t know.” You nod. “Figures.”

He frowns. “What do you mean by that?”

“I mean, that this whole thing is tiring. You come and go like some kind of feral cat.”

  “So?”

You sputter, “ So I don’t appreciate it.” He takes off his long coat and reveals his chest, next goes his shoes. “I sleep here.”

“You can’t use me!” He gets up and goes in the direction of your room. “Feitan!” You pick up his clothes and set them aside. “Do you hear me? I wasn’t done talking!”

  On your bed is a sprawled out Feitan. He looks at you with squinted eyes. “Shut up, I’m trying to sleep.”

  Like always, he makes himself at home. You sigh, giving up on trying to talk to him. “Move over.” 

  He scoffs and reluctantly moves out of your way. You feel him tense up as you lay down. “This is my bed. I can sleep here.”

  You face each other as you lay down. Neither of you say anything about how close you are. This is probably the closest you’ve ever been since you helped him tie his shoes the second time. You feel his eyes on you, making you nervous. “Stop staring at me.”

  “Never sleep with someone in a while.” You know. The last time was with you, no doubt. At the time, you didn't think about it, if you remember correctly. It's hard to tell since it's been so long. 

“The couch is that way.” He smacks his lips. “No, you go.” You open your eyes. 

“Like I said, this is my bed.” Feitan doesn’t say anything about your ownership. Instead, he’s honest with you. “I’m tired.”

  Instantly, you start to feel a little bad. In the city, no child was ever able to fully sleep. It was too dangerous, especially in the more dangerous districts. Him being honest about his state, you take it as a step. 

  “If you want to, I’ll be on the lookout.” His hands are next to yours. You grab them, just like he did those few years ago. “You can sleep now, Feitan.” 

  You don’t know when, don’t know how either, but you two do end up sleeping. His eyes are closed and his breath even. Your eyes flutter open and see that he’s got slight dark under eyes and his mouth leaking drool. Feitan looks peaceful, sleepy, like he hasn’t done this in a while. 

  The next morning, he’s gone with no evidence he was even there.

_________________

  You watch on the tv screen above the bank about the attack on York New, a city not too far from you. The attack happened a few days ago but it’s still in the headlines. You don’t blame them, to be honest. It was an insane event that over two thousand people died! 

  You cling onto your boyfriend’s arm. He touches your hand reassuringly. His watch gleams in the moonlight and his suit is perfectly pressed. He's the entire package, he’s perfect. A good job, good manners, an honest man, and treats you well, too. He always holds the chair out for you and gets up when you leave the room. Just like a true gentleman. 

  When you first met, it was a classic coffee shop romance. Then it blossomed into a romantic and expensive dinner, the movies, a nighttime walk in the park, all of the classic dates. In every single one of them he was the perfect gentleman, the perfect man. You like him and how he treats you. How consistent he is. He's the type of man you can rely on. 

  Nevertheless, there is a bothersome voice in the back of your head that reminds you of someone he just isn’t. He’s not Feitan Portor. You don’t feel the contentment Feitan gives when the two of you sleep. You don’t study your boyfriend’s features like you did Feitan.

Dammit, why are you thinking of him? He’s not around and you haven’t seen him in what? Two or three years? So why think of him now. Plus, you haven’t received a gift or a ‘hello’ from him. For all you know, he could be dead.

  “Are you alright?” You wake from your thoughts and look at your boyfriend. His hair is dark, blending in with the night. Eyes kind and green, a Grecian nose, and average sized lips revealing a dazzling smile. Not only is the very essence of him suave, but his looks are also perfect. Tall and handsome, well dressed and a smooth voice. 

It's just that one five foot one pest that won’t get out of your head. 

  “Y-yeah just…it’s all so shocking. York New is literally over there.” You point past the river where more tall buildings reside in the distance.

“I know, I know.” He brings you in close to him. He places a kiss on your head. “Don’t worry, nothing will happen to you.” 

Suddenly, the newscaster stops mid sentence and gasps. Before you know it, the Phantom Troupe have been named the offenders that caused all of this. Two thousand people. Feitan, did you really kill that many people?

“I would like to go home. I don’t feel the greatest.” He rubs your arm, you still being tucked into his side. Your excuse was a lie to cover the gnawing feeling towards Feitan and his deeds. Although the Phantom Troupe’s original intentions were from a decent stand point, it seems they’ve lost their way. Feitan has lost his way. 

  The gifts have stopped coming, him no longer saying hello. After the last time, when you made him familiar food and sat in a comfortable silence, he disappeared. This time, there was something about it that hurt. Like he didn’t want to come around. He didn’t want to say hello anymore. Or perhaps, he died which if confirmed, you would ache beyond help. 

  “The Phantom Troupe is dead.” The newscaster said. The crowd gasped, shocked that the most feared criminals in the world are gone. Did you jinx it? Curse the little boy who needed you to tie his shoes. The boy who liked your cooking and made sure you rested. Had strong faith in you, never doubting. Protected you from the shadows and held your hand. 

  Is he really gone? 

You hide your face in your boyfriend’s jacket. Tears stream from your eyes at the thought of his grave. With the Troupe, his friends dead, you’d be the only one to truly mourn him. To remember his name beyond his violence. 

You clutch your chest. “Are you okay? Does your chest hurt?” He grabs you by your shoulders, making you face him. He’s such a kind, decent man. But he’s not Feitan Portor. 

  “I just need to rest. I’ll call you tomorrow.” You give him a chaste kiss goodbye. Once he leaves, your chest hurts even more. You slide down as you look around at all the menace’s little gifts. The painting, the skull, the windchimes, everything he’s given you. Why, oh why, couldn’t you stay here long enough for your gift, Feitan?

Wait, what could you have given him anyway? He’s a thief that takes what he pleases and has nothing to wish for. 

You lay on your couch and put your arm over your face. The tears refuse to stop for even just a second. You don’t know what you’re crying harder for. Feitan or the confusing feelings for him. Now that he’s gone, you can’t properly tell him. How can you explain it? 

  It’s heavy on your chest and tightens it. You want to feel his body heat no matter how hot the day is. There are no small flutters in your stomach at the thought of him. No, it's something in your heart. You want to stare at him, to memorize every feature he has. To hear his soft voice that is just a centimeter away from a whisper. Just melt in his touch, his presence. Wait, why is this happening? You barely knew him! Does that fact even matter though?

 You slip your hand in your underwear, still staring at the ceiling, sniffling at the news of his death. You imagine the future. Seeing him walk into your house and setting his belongings on the table. Wrapping his arms around you and kissing your back. No matter how long you’ve known him, his stature never fails to amuse you. He’d paw at your body, tearing off your clothes. Feitan wouldn’t hesitate to use his hands for your pleasure. 

  You trace your fingers in the direction you think he’d go. Curling your fingers inside, thrusting them in harshly, knowing that he can only be gentle in his own way. Your back arches from the couch. You swear you can smell him and the faint metallic scent that he holds. The feeling of his ragged breath on your cheek you could swear is real. 

  You moan as you take that jump you’ve searched for. Thinking of how good Feitan would make you feel. You're relentless on yourself, still going as strong as he’d be. Adding another finger, going faster and faster on your clit. Your moaning gets louder as the indiscernible amount of time goes on. 

‘ The Phantom Troupe is dead.’

You crash on the couch with one last gasp. The dream of the two of you ends in flames. The house, the passion, the years that go by in that home. Maybe even a child or two. Seeing him in the morning with a groggy voice is gone. Rubbing his eyes and saying he wants more eggs and tomatoes is no longer there.

  What would your gift be to Feitan? Memories? Sex? Food? Nothing fits. He can have those with anyone. 

  You slip yourself out from your underwear. It didn’t distract you. Perhaps if you thought of your boyfriend, it would have. But the feelings you have towards Feitan went beyond physical. What is this? What do you call this?

  Love? Time stops at the realization. It has to be that. That would have been your gift to him. Love. You cover your mouth as you admit it to yourself. 

'I love you Feitan Portor. I won’t forget you. I love your messed up hair and soft voice. For how you didn’t reject me when the world did. I will do the same for you. I’ll look past your torturous ways and miss you anyway. Maybe the world will curse you, but I’ll mourn you. Bury you so no one can spit on you anymore. I love you Feitan. 

   I’m in love with you Feitan Portor. This is my gift to you. For you to know that you will not be forgotten even though I never got to tell you, to thank you for everything. For leaving the baseball bat with me to protect myself. For painting that picture for me. All of the little gifts you thought I’d like, too. Thank you for protecting me from the priest and the wolves that hunted me every day when we were young.'

You stare at the ceiling till the earliest of mornings. It’s still dark, still heavy with the night sky. There’s some rumbling in the distance, a flash of light in the sky. You don’t bother to confirm anything. 

Just as you close your eyes, the window opens with a creak. You move your eyes to see the figure before you. The darkness covers it, only leaving the silhouette. “Why cry?”

You squint, trying to make out the features.  “Are you real?”

“Very.” It must be a lie. A cruel humor the world has. “Stop crying.” 

“I can’t. Not when you sound like him.” The figure cocks his head, that much you can see with the flash of lightning behind him. “Him?”

“Someone who can’t tie his shoes.” Your lip wobbles again. “I can tie them now.” The moon glows enough to show his face now as he steps up to you. Feitan’s delicate features peek out from his cowl. 

 You shake your head in denial. “It’s not real. It can’t be. You’re dead, Fei.” Your voice is hoarse from your sobs. 

  He looks shocked at your words. The man who looks like Feitan smacks your feet off the end of the couch so he can sit. 

“I’ll miss you Feitan Portor.” The longer you stare at the imaginary man, the more you hurt. “Well, stop.”

  He roughly wipes away the tears. “Ugly when you cry.” His face is close to yours. Since he’ll be gone by the time you come to your senses, you grab his face and kiss him. He sharply inhales, not expecting your sudden decision. 

  He growls against your lips, “Stupid brat.” 

  He feels real. He smells real, familiar too. You tell him such and with furrowed brows and a strong grip of his hand, he grabs your jaw and makes you look at him. “I’m real, you idiot.”

“They said you died…” You comb his hair through your fingers. It’s real, he's real . So, what’s going on? Before you can ask him, he cradles you. “Stop crying or I’ll go.”

  Your lips wobble at his threat. Rather than listening to it, you hug him. He nestles on top of you, hips placed between yours. He’s light, lighter than you thought so it isn’t a bother.

  “You’re so ugly when you cry. Don’t cry.” He holds you closer and kisses your head. Against your ear, you feel his lips move. You can’t tell what he’s mouthing. When the two of you comfortably slept those years ago, that was the closest you’ve been. Now, this beats that record. Face to face, body to body, and sharing breaths. 

  After a few moments of thunder and lightning, he kisses you gently. Not at all like the desperate one like before. Realistically, you know these feelings you have for him seem fake. You’ve only had a few moments with him. So, why are they so significant? Are they with him too? Is it possible that love can blossom quickly?

  Gentle kisses turn passionate, never wanting to separate. Little nibbles on the right places and sucks on all of the best ones. Clothes leave, not wanting to get between the two friends, those who dance around each other. For the first time, they meet. 

His hands reach your throat as he kisses you, making sure to give it a light squeeze. His weight is still on you, not hurting in the slightest. Feitan makes sure his hand reaches below and swirls his thumb on your bud. You gasp, surprised you were right about how he’d do it. Every ministration he does is exactly how it was pictured. Your hands don’t compare to it. Not by a long shot. 

  Despite his size, his hands are still bigger than yours. They reach deeper than you and are thicker too. In no time, you come, the bliss lasting a good minute before he sheathes himself inside. His thickness is more than you thought. It’s a bit of a stretch, but in a good way. 

  His gasps quicken with every thrust. You can tell that you're being loud, way louder than when you touched yourself. Feeling the rush and strength of his movements has you claw his back in ecstasy. He groans at the sensation. Finally, after this time of passion and intimacy, you both hold each other as you fall off of that cliff.

  Feitan looks into your eyes. With a softness that no one in the world could’ve predicted the torturer of the Phantom Troupe to have, kisses you. “Don’t cry anymore. Don’t cry.”

 “It’s hard not to when I know you’ll leave.” Silently, Feitan removes himself from inside you. It’s become routine, so you expect him to walk out. He lays back down, his head on your stomach. You run your fingers through his hair. He needs a haircut. 

--

 You wake up, not realizing that you went asleep in the first place. Before you can get up, you feel pressure on your stomach. Feitan rests on you still, eyes completely closed and his face peaceful. The two of you are naked and the only source of heat is each other. As much as you want to wrap your arms around him, you know he’ll react negatively or at least flinch. 

  Soon after, he stretches and rubs his face against your stomach. Like before, he drooled in his sleep. “Good morning.” 

He grunts in response and sits up on his heels. It takes him a moment to remember the night before. His eyes widen as he looks you up and down, making you highly aware of your current state. You cover yourself with a blanket draped over the couch. 

  “I have to go.” Ah, right. He’s a cat. 

He gets dressed. Once he has his boots on, you see him tie them the way you taught him. “Proud of you. You finally learned huh?”

 “Brat.” You laugh a little at him. Once he’s done you ask, “Will I ever see you again?"

He cradles your face. “I come back.” You nod, holding back tears. He studies your face and settles on your eyes. He must have realized that you were trying not to cry. His hands still remain on your face as he kisses you. He lingers there for a minute. A parting kiss, a meaningful one. 

  Something tells you that this feral cat isn’t going away anytime soon. That he’ll always be constant and you won’t be totally alone. A companion you won’t see everyday and only for a night. 

 This is the gift you’ll give him. You’ll be home for him. 

___________________

Months later, news about the Chimera Ants came out. You had already broken up with your boyfriend and heard he had left town to avoid them. Of course, you followed suit and got the hell out of there. 

  Without any plan, you moved back to Meteor City, where you thought that they wouldn’t be. Alas, that was stupid. You made a home base in the residential area. Not knowing that Meteor City was plagued by the wretched beasts. 

  By God’s grace, you managed to avoid them due to you being in the residential district. News that the Phantom Troupe were home to fight them ran rampant. The thought of Feitan made you nervous and you don’t know why. 

  Suddenly, right as you put away your dishes, the door opened. You grabbed a knife and faced the intruder. Standing there was the Phantom Troupe, who once again, barged into your home like they owned the place. 

  “What the hell?” You shout. The first one is Phinks with a wide smile. “There she is! Fei, I found her!”

  You put your hand on your hip. “Seriously, what are you doing her-you’re dragging in mud, take off your shoes!”

 “It’s only a little.” Phinks pouts. “I don’t care! You don’t live here.” 

Phinks and his friends grumble as they do as they’re told. The last one to enter the house is Feitan, who is notably holding his left arm. Without being told, he removes his shoes. 

  “Feitan…” He hasn’t faced you yet. “What happened to your arm?” 

“I’m injured too, (Y/n)!” The smiling boy with round eyes whines. You have no idea what his name is. Only that he and the rest are in Feitan’s gang. 

  “Alright, let me see.” He lays down on your clean table and says, “It’s all over. I need the full treatment!” 

  “Ugh, fine.” You grumble under your breath about the disrespect and your poor table. Finally, Feitan sits on one of the pushed aside chairs. He says, “I need it too.”

  “Big babies.” 

You heal the biggest cry baby completely. The blond, whose name you now know as Shalnark, stretches. “If it weren’t for you, I would’ve been hurting all day!”

  Rolling your eyes, you turn to Feitan who has been silent. He holds out his arm for you. You take the limb and inspect it. 

 “Completely shattered.” He grunts in agreement. He stares into your eyes and gives you a familiar slight smile. You notice that his friends are quiet, not a sound or word among them. 

“You guys alright?” You ask. The girl shakes her head yes and ‘whispers’ to the rest. “Should we leave them alone?”

  “Probably.” A mummy with boxing gloves answers. You’ve never seen him before in your life. 

“Uh, we’ll check the place out. Y’know, make sure it’s safe.” Shalnark shoos the little kid out and into a separate room, your bedroom. “We’ll clear this out in case you guys need it!”

  You huff and roll your eyes. Feitan’s cheeks are red and he’s glaring daggers at his friends. The girl goes outside with the remaining three to check the area. You and your feral cat are alone. 

“What are they checking for? I’m in a residential area.” 

“Ants.” 

  “They’re here? In the safe zone?” You begin to panic until he grabs your hand. “You’re safe now. They’re not in the city anymore.”

“Wha-how? What’s going on?”

  He pinches you lightly, encouraging you to heal his wounds. “Oh, right, right.” Flowers of all colors circle around. They begin to smooth over Feitan’s wounds. You take a second to wipe the blood off of his lip, letting there be some room for the petals to go. 

“How’s the other guy look?”

“She's toasted.” You smile. “Atta boy.”

  He’s healed, the petals and flowers disappear. You lick your lips at the sight of his bare chest. You didn’t notice before due to the audacity of these heathens barging in. 

  His heart rate quickens. “You leave again.”

You nod. “Yeah, yeah I did. I had to, Fei. the Chimera Ants invaded. I had to run.”

“With your boyfriend?”

You let out a small gasp. “ No. How do you know that?” He crosses his arms and leans back in the chair. “You lie.”

“I didn’t lie to you. I just never said anything.”

  “Words of a liar.” You scoff at him. “I did not lie to you. I lied to him. You don’t have any business with our relationship.”

At first, he was looking at his lap. Those grey eyes of his immediately found a new target to glare at. “You’re not with him anymore. ”

“No. Why does that matter?” He begins to tap his foot lightly. “Why did you break up?” 

  “You hungry?” You start to get up until you’re tugged down. “Why?”

When you don’t answer, he whispers in your ear. “Because I fucked you?” Your face is so warm. 

“If we run, we can still make it out.”

“Why are we running?” A small voice asks.

“Because I think they need the room.” 

“Will you two shut up?!” You are two seconds away from running out of your own damn house. You stand and his hands hold you by your hips. “Tell me why you leave him?”

  “Because of you.” It’s embarrassing to tell him your feelings. Hopefully, he can read your mind or something and shut up. He sighs and stands, walking over to you without a hitch. He kisses you. 

  “That’s what you get for lying.” He’s not remorseful or even boastful. Feitan takes your answer in stride. “No more leaving. Stay so I can find you.”

“You’ll always find me, remember?”

______________

Time after that, you were stuck in charge of Chrollo’s lover or something. She’s not too bad but clearly traumatized. Anytime you’d tell her to go with you, she’d look shocked. Like she was surprised she could leave. You were suspicious of her relationship with Chrollo. Something didn’t sit right with you whenever he or Feitan came up. She’d tense up. She never talked about it either. From what you understand with the little information you have, is that she was a former member that raised an orphan and that Chrollo loved her immensely. Perhaps too much.

  From what you know, there was a big showdown on the Dark Continent and the boat that was taking a voyage to the fake one. The Phantom Troupe were on that one at first, fighting Hisoka Marrow. He was a sore loser that got humbled and decided to attack again. 

  Amazingly, only a few died. You didn’t want to know the details or anything. You can’t go through that again. So, after that news, you and Chrollo’s lover parted ways. She went on to find a kid she raised. You, on the other hand, decided to settle out of Meteor City. This was almost a year ago.

  You have an apartment now in the town where you and your boyfriend lived, right next to York New. It’s basic, not fitting any aesthetic or anything. The good thing about it is that it’s bigger than your first one. It’s two bedroom and has a good price. 

   Feitan hasn’t reappeared. It tore you to shreds. You’ve managed to piece yourself together bit by bit, but you are a hollow version of yourself. Surviving and not enjoying the little things you used to. You even saw Jade, Scarlet, Ruby, and the new child, Emerald. Even that heartwarming moment didn’t fulfill you. However, it was the first time you smiled in a while. 

  You stir the food in the pot. Since it’s a little chilly, you made soup. You put the lid over the pot, letting it cook. There’s a knock on the door. You open it and see the man you’ve waited for. 

  Feitan is in dark clothing and has a large scar on his face. There’s no cowl over him, or a large trench coat. His hands are in his pockets, and he looks at you expectantly. You realize that you’ve just been standing there, you move to let him in. Once again, he makes himself at home. 

  “How’ve you been?” 

“You leave again.” He states bluntly. His eyebrows are furrowed and has a frown on his face. 

“Bold of you, very bold.” You move around him. “Why did you go?”

“Because I’d never stay in that city forever. The Ants were gone, the world settled. So why couldn’t I? That place is gross anyway.”

  He sits on the barstool and cracks his neck. You ask a question right after he sits. “How long you here for?”

You don’t know why you asked that. He’ll only be here for a moment. A while ago, you had made the decision to accept it as your gift to him. To love and mourn him when the world won’t. When news about the Phantom Troupe hit, you couldn’t bear to hear it. Their trip to the fake Dark Continent, then their corrected course to the right one, ended in a battle with them facing Hisoka and Illumi and everything else over there. 

  It was too hard for you to think about. That doesn’t mean you didn’t mourn and that you’ve snapped out of it.

   “For good.” 

You look up into his eyes. For the first time in a long time, he’s smiling with soft eyes. You see that he has a dimple on his left cheek. “W-what about-”

“Done for a while. Maybe forever. I know I’m staying.”

   “But your friends, where are they?” He shrugs even though you see the tension. “Separate. We split for a bit.” 

  He rubs his shoulders nervously. “Can I stay with you?” 

“Wow, you’re asking? Shocked.” You tap on the counter. The weight you’ve been carrying is lightened. “Feitan?”

“Yes?” He gets off of the stool and makes his way around the counter. “You know how you give me all those gifts?”

  He nods his head. “Well, this is my gift to you, Feitan Portor. You can stay as long as you like.” 

  He wraps his arms around you. He’s hugging you. This time, you aren’t afraid to hold him back and squeeze. Maybe, just maybe, this is what home is? 

  If the Phantom Troupe resurrects, at least you know he’ll always come home. That you two will be a constant force for each other. No matter if it does or doesn't, you two aren't dancing but admitting things you couldn't. This is home, a gift for each other.  

[icanseethefuture333]

PAC: What your fp/fs looks like but make it actually diverse 🌅

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Pile 1:

Physical appearance

Hair color ranges from dark brown, light brown , ginger, & blonde highlights (Their natural hair color is mostly brown but they could dye it or a few of them are actually blonde/ginger). Their hair texture is coily, curly, or wavy. They are most likely light skinned or mixed race (I'm seeing mostly black, white, or middle eastern. This message could only be for a few but I heard someone's fp/fs could be Somalian, Moroccan, or Israeli to be specific). They have hazel eyes (eye color is a mix of green, aqua, gold, or amber). They have freckles and moles. Skintone is warm and medium or medium deep (tawny, olive, or brown). Your fp/fs's body could be more bottom heavy. If they are more feminine I'm seeing a pear shaped figure and if they are more masculine I'm seeing that they have strong legs. This person could like to workout or they are in involved in sports because they have strong lower body muscles (wide hips, big butt, thick thighs, toned calves, etc). Sagittarius & Leo could be prominent in their birth chart. Sun or Jupiter dominant.

Pile 2:

Physical Appearance

This pile's fp/fs is pretty unique! For some people in this pile, their fs/fp could have vitiligo. It's as if they have two skintones for some reasons. So either this person could have vitiligo, they either get very pale in the winter and dark in the summer, or they could have used tanners or skin bleaching creams growing up. I'm also seeing that this person could strictly only wear black, gray, and white - no colors. They like to be like a panda 🐼. For their hair color I'm seeing its gray, white, silver, platinum blonde, or bleached. They could like to wear wigs or their head is shaved at the moment. If the fp is a feminine they like to wear their hair very long while the masculine likes their hair very short, almost like a buzzcut. They also have dark brown almost pitch black eyes. Your fp/fs could have some type of scar on there face or body, perhaps from a burn, fight, or some sort of accident. Their body is angular, lean, and toned. This person likes to include stars in their aesthetic ☆. They could like y2k fashion or subversive fashion. I'm thinking of the brand "Chrome hearts". This person could be alternative or like being involved in that culture. They could be goth specifically which would explain why their skin color varies (some goths like to paint their face white). I'm seeing piercings and tattoos as well. There isn't a specific race for this pile but they could have almond eyes, a low nose bridge, and small lips (they like to wear lip liner so it looks fuller or red/black lipstick so they can appear as a "vampire" lol). So for some of you your fp/fs could be black, asian, or "other". I'm seeing that this person has Scorpio placements and a Pluto dominance.

Pile 3:

Physical Appearance

This person is white and their cultural heritage could either be Greek, Spanish, Italian, Brazilian, Portuguese, or Argentian. They have dark brown hair and it's straight with a slight bend of wave or curls. Their hair is very voluminous and shiny. Their skin ranges from pale to medium. Their eye color could be blue, brown, or green. For some other physical features they could have a prominent nose, dark circles, red lips, and a beauty mark either under their eye or next to their mouth. If feminine, their body is hourglass shape with hip dips. If masculine, they have wide shoulders, and have more of a inverted triangle shape. Your fp/fs' style is very refined and posh. It's giving "old money" vibes. Rolexes, white Polo shirts, khakis, linen blouses, diamond necklaces, etc. They could have Taurus placements as well as a Venus dominance.

Pile 4:

Physical Appearance

I feel for most people in this pile their fs/fp naturally has ginger, reddish hair or they have brown hair with reddish undertones. They have dark brown eyes, pale skin, freckles, rosy cheeks, and heart shaped lips. They could look like a cat or have features similar to cat. Their eyes are big and upturned. Your fp/fs is either east asian or "wasian" (half white half east asian). Their style is grunge with warm autumn tones or they dress very colorful (they could wear a lot of primary colors with brown and green). They could like to wear khakis, cargo pants, converse sneakers, and striped sweaters. This person gives off obvious Gemini energy 😂 but I'm also picking up that they could have Virgo placements. They have a Mercury dominance.

Pile 5:

Physical Appearance

This person has a very rich, deep skintone. If your fp/fs was a man they would remind me of the saying "tall, dark, and handsome". I'm seeing that they are either Black or South Asian. They have thick curly/coily hair and it's the color onyx. Their eyes are the color chocolate brown. They have a balanced and proportionate body type. I feel that this person really embodies having Venusian energy and could have Libra prominent in their birth chart. Their style is casual with a touch of luxury. They like to wear black blazers, white shirts, sundresses, gold hoops, pearls, and jewels. I'm seeing purple, red, and green (sapphires, rubies, emeralds, etc) so they could like to wear very regal colors as well or they could just look like royalty.

Pile 6:

Physical Appearance

I channeled a few different people for this pile so this might not resonate for all of you but only for some! So for those who are attracted to people with a feminine appearance. Your fp/fs could like to have their hair very colorful and it's always changing. They either wear wigs or dye their hair blue. I'm getting a "2014 tumblr girl" vibe from them. They are just naturally beautiful. As for those who are attracted to people with a masculine appearance. Your fp/fs could have short to medium length blonde hair. Their hair is very shaggy and they like to style it in a messy, carefree, tousled way. They could have slight wavy hair as well. They could look like a "surfey boy" or a "skater boy". Both feminine and masculine fp/fs could have blue eyes, a button nose, and pink lips. Their body type is petite and thin with a narrow waist. I'm not seeing a specific race being stated for your fp/fs but I wanna lean towards for most people who picked this pile that they will have a white partner. While for a few of you, you will date/marry someone who will be considered racially ambiguous. They could have Aquarius placements and a Uranus dominance

Pile 7:

Physical Appearance

This person has black or dark brown hair. Their hair texture could be straight or wavy. They could have siren eyes as well. Something about their eyes are very captivating. Their eye color ranges from light brown to dark brown. While their skin color is like copper. They are average height and their shoulders and collarbones could be very beautiful. Your fp/fs could be of West & South/Southeast Asian descent, this message might only be for some but I'm hearing that they could be possibly be Sri Lankan, Tamil, Iranian, Saudi Arabian, Bengali, Malaysian, Singaporean, Pakistani, Thai, and Indonesian (very specific, I know 💀). I feel like you would meet then while they are in their cultural attire or during a special holiday. If you are not from these countries perhaps you go there for a vacation and meet them there (how cute!🥺). I feel like their faith or beliefs are very important to them, so they might wear some sort of necklace to represent that. Capricorn could be prominent in their chart and they could have a Saturn dominance.

Pile 8:

Physical Appearance

For your fp/fs I feel that they could have a duality to them, so it is possible that they are mixed, have two cultures, or they have a dual citizenship somewhere. I believe that they are Aboriginal, Pacific Islander, and for a few, South East Asian (I'm getting the Philippines to be specific). They have thick wavy, curly hair. They might like to switch up their hair a lot by either straightening it or curling it sometimes. They could even do perms on their hair or use relaxers. The skin color varies from person to person. Their body type will be more fleshy and muscular, some of them have a prominent tummy. They could have Cancer placements or the Moon is dominant in their chart.

Pile 9:

Physical Appearance

Your fp/fs is indigenous or Latin indigenous descent. They have straight, dark brown hair. Their skintone varies from medium to dark skintones. Some of them have a hooked nose or will have a upturned nose. The corner of their lips could be downturned or when they smile it looks like this ^~^ (adorable 😭). I feel that these people have a very loud but infectious laugh. They could brighten your day when you are sad. For some of you these people could be a cowboy/cowgirl or work at some sort of ranch or farm (I'm not from the South so idk how all that works but you get what I mean 😅). They have a natural connection to animals. They could wear stetson hats, beaded necklaces, bolo ties, flannels, boots, bone shells, and silver or turquoise jewelry. They could have Aries placements and a Mars dominance.

[anilyan]

Venti theory before i go to sleep

Edited 30/7/2024: I wrote a proper theory post here

Not so crack theory: Venti is Phanes and is the androgynous being born of the alchemical marriage between the Primordial One and Istaroth, before she was betrayed by the Sinners

(I should really go to sleep)

Also yes, I also think Istaroth has the ability to create alt looms of fate through those seeds she gives away, those basically grow into trees that are databases not controlled by Celestia

And I am using this lore in my old mondstadt fic, Nameless (actually soon to turn into trilogy, since vol 2 is about venti rewinding time and vol 3 is present time story and I took so long to plan all the lore with all the canon crumbs and theories we had...)

Here is extra stuff I claimed in my fic and repeat in the notes of chapter 14, that basically got confirmed in some of the next videos:

Teyvat is theoretically 2 worlds, the version we know and the mirror world. Not sure if the mirror world is the abyss but I chose to go with that for the fic. But it’s likely, and we can even see similar world structures in Honkai Star Rail, especially in Penacony, where the world there is literally mirrored and a dream too.

Cycle: People die » are absorbed by the roots » are supposed to travel to the top of the world tree (inverted, so top is in abyss) to become Irminsul fruit / stars » said stars form constellations that determine people's fate, or more accurately, since they are all in a dream, are data that allows the tree to predict their fates » it’s because people exist as stars that their fates and presence can be summoned in the form of shooting stars

Dainsleif confirmed that the leylines can be woven to determine Fate / have their records changed. The Loom used to weave them is a Symphony, or in other words, Remus’ Symphony of Fate is very similar or the same thing as the Loom of Fate. Add to that some Penacony’s parallels, and you can infer that the Symphony is controlled in the floating palace , that is actually a Grande Theater, by the Sun(day) (potentially Phanes), and it’s reflected by the moons (Aria, Sonnet and Canon, so the musical associations are fitting). Considering that the 3 moon sisters are also probably the mythological Moirai who weave Fate, yeah, that tracks.

I made up the part about the seeds given by Istaroth being used to create an alternate database that can contradict the information on Irminsul, but who knows, maybe I got it right. I mean, just recently I saw people associate her with Khaenri’ahs soldiers because they used the 8 pointed Ishtar star in their uniforms, so with her, anything is possible. Venti got a badass mom.

Some videos I suggest that basically confirmed some of the ideas I am going for (and that explain several of the reasons I say what I say):, from most recent and relevant to oldest and not so relevant

[atamascolily]

We all have our blind spots. Literally. There's a spot in our eyes where the optic nerve passes through the optic disc with no light-detecting cells in it, and we cannot see anything that happens there. For better or worse, our brains get around this by filling in the gap so we mostly don't notice--but it's always there.

There are other kinds of blind spots. In celestial mechanics, for instance, we cannot see anything on the opposite side of the sun from us if it moves at the same speed and occupies roughly the same orbit as the earth. As a result, people have speculated for centuries about the existence of a "Counter-Earth" in this blind spot, and it's become a popular trope in science fiction and conspiracy theories--an "opposite" land where everything is different or inverted from Earth.

Blind spots can also be psychological--the things we fail to notice or acknowledge about ourselves, for instance. In depth psychology, these unconscious parts of us are known as "the shadow," which we often project onto others in an effort to distance ourselves even further from them. Perhaps the shadow's nature is best encapsulated in the catch-phrase of The Shadow, a proto-superhero from the late 1930s American radio series of the same name: "Who knows what evil lurks in the hearts of men? The Shadow knows! mocking laughter"

From the framing of Walpurgis no Kaiten's key visual, it's very clear that, if nothing else, the doppelganger is Homura's metaphorical shadow--her opposite, counterpart, and dark reflection. Furthermore, because of the way this series consistently treats its metaphors (i.e., by making them real), it's not a stretch to say she is likely Homura's literal shadow as well. Conveniently enough, Madoka Magica not only has a name for a magical girl's shadow (a witch) but Homura's in particular (Homulilly); from there, the plot practically writes itself.

This is why I think Homura, for all her power, will not initially notice or detect her doppelganger's intrusion or its growing influence in her world. How can she? It's her blind spot.

[lw77]

Fade into Me (LS x F1 Driver)

Ch. 2 - Hallmark University

He’s looking out towards the waves from inside the store, imagining the softness of the sand the waves lap at. Willing his toes to remember the feeling, but all it does is make them curl uncomfortably inside his sneakers.

He could go out there and feel the soft crunch of give from the sand and the soothing coolness of the water as it laps at his skin. Before the shop’s patrons begin wandering in.

But there are people already. Surfers – people who used to know him. He can see their slow excitement at dawn patrol, growing higher like the rising sun.

He can see their wayward looks towards the store, like they know Logan’s there and he’s always there. Gazing at the sight they make at sunrise for him.

He imagines himself there like he used to do many summers ago – board in hand, looking back to wave at his Dad as he quietly opened the store. A thrum of excitement, a wave washing-in soaking his ankles, running in the ocean, paddling, lining-up and catching the first waves of the day– an endless summer. And, only coming back at the sight of his brother’s blue Jeep and his relentless honks.

When Logan tells Dalton this, the feeling of dawn patrol, an endless summer, something he can have forever. His brother agrees, there is something endless about the water, our very own inverted galaxy, he says. And Logan, like a dutiful younger brother, teases him, asking if he read this in his big-boy books from his degree at Hallmark University.

But his old friends have long since stopped trying to get him to join in, knowing Logan will excuse himself stating he needs to help his Dad, since Dalton’s away at College and retreat into the shop.They let him shuffle around the proverbial and literal ghosts on his own. Because it's been years since the road that took Logan’s brother has played host to bouquets and candles.

As the sun rises, the crowd changes. It's now families with rambunctious kids who have to be wrangled into life jackets and floaties by flagging parents as the now high bright sun mocks them.

It makes something heavy churn inside Logan, memories of his own childhood unbidden flash at the sight. He wants to look away but he knows inside is filled with even more memories ready to tear into him. The wall is adorned with family pictures. The same beach he looks away from now, stares back some odd-years ago when everything was good, his brother’s arm a solid warmth over his thin shoulders, protecting.

It only makes the churning-feeling worse and he has to hang his head, look down at the now splintered white counter and breathe before he can raise his head again. He avoids looking at the wall for now. It won’t bode well for him in town gossip if another shopper sees him like this and he gives someone else a shock, like he did with Charlie.

When Logan looks up, he’s met with a stranger’s stare. Logan wonders how long he was lost in his head to have missed the newcomer, who looks at him with his startling-blue eyes. For a second, relief flashes through Logan as he realises, it’s a tourist and he’s safe from the ire of town gossip for now.

Gathering himself and brushing off the knowledge that a stranger witnessed Logan’s daily war with being stuck between his head and skin.

He clears his throat and asks, “Sorry, didn’t see you there! Is this your first time here?” he smiles at the end but the stretch of it is uncomfortable. It makes his skin buzz and he feels his ears heat with embarrassment. Blessedly, the stranger just looks at him, and gives a quiet nod.

Logan, overcome by some unknown force, begins to ramble, “Well you came at a great time, there are lots of swells now so if you're into surfing it's great anytime really – morning, afternoon or night. Or even for swimming. Jetski. Wakeboarding! Tubing! Or even sunbathing!” Logan awkwardly rubs at the back of his neck trying to calm himself, trying to stop his train wreck of an interaction but all he manages is a weak trailing “...so do you?”

“Do I sunbathe? Not sure with my skin, it's highly recommended.” It makes Logan tear his eyes from the aisle he’s attached them to since he began his frenetic monologue. He looks at the stranger who has a wry smile now. Like he knows exactly how Logan is feeling but still letting him flounder. He’s definitely not from the coast. Thankfully, the stranger follows it up with a quick quip of, “Yes, I do all the others. So thank you: for all your helpful suggestions.”

Logan being the reason for this man’s quiet amusement feels two hot coals where his cheeks once were. “No problem! So is there anything you were looking for that I can help you with, other than things to do here that is.” Logan asks, attempting to will some coolness into his face so he’s not some frantic tomato shouting suggestions again.

The man slides a chocolate bar and a pack of energy drinks across the counter, “just these for now” Logan quickly and quietly rings him up, his flustered flurry not lost on his new patron, who chuckles as his receipt is promptly slid over to him.

The stranger leaves as quietly as he came in, a simple take care thrown over his shoulder, and finally the door shuts behind him. Logan deflates and groans.

Maybe it was fear, embarrassment or relief that made him act this way. Fear of being caught as the main star of town gossip again, embarrassment at being caught living in his head or the relief that none of it mattered because it was only a tourist, a stranger. Maybe if Charlie caught him like this, red-cheeked and rambling, it would soothe the town-fuss over him, because it was like the Logan they knew was here. And not the ghost they've come to accept in his place.

But it's a brief thought and Logan is thinking about the man again, and the way his stare felt as if he saw through him, raw and open. The way his skin still buzzes, like he has a wool sweater on. And, how he can feel his heart inside his chest, beating – alive.

[muffinsin]

the sisters' models look practically the same but do you have any hcs on their body types, the differences in how each of them is built?

I literally opened the app the moment I got this one and couldn’t resist answering it right away! Yes, I do! I have many hc regarding the sisters, there are the ones regarding their bodies and shape👀🫵

Let’s get into it! ;)

Masterlist 1

Masterlist 2

Bela

Somewhat of a triangle bodyshape

Sharp features

Very smooth skin, with a few lean, barely visible muscles here and there

The palest out of the 3

Tallest sister

Slender fingers and limbs

More on the petite side of things

She’s strong, but barely has muscles to show for it. It’s mostly due to her cadou infection

Lean muscles on her back

Has very clear and soft skin

Has the brightest eyes, which are more of a yellow/golden mix

Has a few moles along her legs and on her back

Very thick and soft thighs

Above average size of breasts and ass, though the slimmest of the 3 sisters

Fun facts:

1) she is the most tense out of the sisters. She works a lot and has very tense shoulders most of the time

2) she is also the most sensitive out of them. Not necessarily in a sexual sense. Small touches to her thighs or ribcage tickle her easily, and in turn she feels pain/annoyance easily when she accidentally walks into counters

Cassandra

Hourglass/inverted triangle body type

Muscular back, and a little bit of a biceps, mostly gained from dragging her victims over long distances

The strongest sister, though this is also mostly due to the cadou infection rather than muscle mass

I could still see her sport the most muscles, though, if she chose to

The one to bear the most visible scars on her body, most on her arms and back, a few on her chest

Second tallest sister/between Bela and Daniela, height wise

Has the most mysterious looking eyes, with a dark brown/gold mix

Barely any moles

A lazy eye (this is canon and shown in-game, but I’m still including it here)

The thickest ass of the 3 sisters

Fun facts:

1) she barely bruises and is slightly more resistant to the cold. This is due to personal experiments with pain she has conducted on her own

2) her, as well as her sisters’s skin grows slightly blue in the cold, like how with some people, their cheeks or nose turns red

This only applies when the cold isn’t severe enough to harm her yet, and usually only affects her nose, cheeks and tip of her ears

Daniela

Hourglass body type

Very soft- many curves and soft skin, barely any muscles

Some moles,

and a few little scars along her limbs, mostly caused accidentally by herself, though a few from previous hunts

The shortest sister

Eyes are a mix of green/gold

Button nose

Can sport small freckles in summer caused by the sun

Has the largest chest out of the 3 sisters

Fun facts:

1) Daniela is the most confident in her body. She loves to use it to fluster her partner(-s)

2) she is the most ticklish out of the 3. Especially at her stomach, neck, legs, and arms. Essentially everywhere

[randomrando767]

Demi god au.

Pretty much the d clan are Demi gods.

Garp is the offspring of justice, Dragon is mothered by the God of storms. Luffy was born to the sun, Roger with the sea. Rouge was born to the God of the Afterlife.

Ace was just born to two Demi gods.

Demi gods and 1/4 gods all are covered in glyphs. All of them have a circle of their back with a mark to represent their god. Luffy has a sun with a detached inverted spike ring on the outside. Ace has two smaller ones.

They get some form of magic, luffy gets fire, Roger get water manipulation, Garp got disowned and doesn't have magic anymore.

Ace just gets weak ghost sensing and the ability to breath under water.

The glyphs also have an animal type design/familiar to go with it. Luffy has a lion dog on his shoulder and one as a familler. Roger had a sea king on his lower back. Garp lost his tiger, but it was on his upper back. Rouge had a kitsuine on her thigh. Ace gets a salamander on his bicep, Dragon has a western dragon on his lower arm.

The summones are gaint mythical animals, Ace's salamander can grow as large as Whitebeard and light on fire, Luffy's lion dog can get a big as the thousand sunny. Dragon's dragon can get as big as Kaido.

[bonefall]

BB!Tawnypelt

[ID: A version of Tawnypelt for the Better Bones AU. She is a golden torbie with green eyes, a brown mask, and long raptor claws shared by her family. She has a tiger-shaped neck, tail, and broad shoulders, with one arm featuring inverted colors.]

New leader of the Sundrown Patrol, cynical, savvy, focused on the mission above all else. Though power dances just out of the reach of her claws, the theme of her life is family, loss, and connection.

I noticed a theme in canon that the tabbies in the Tiger line lose their golden sisters. Birchface watches Frecklewish damned to the Dark Forest, Hawkfrost is cut off by Mothwing for his toxicity, Tigerheart sees Dawnpelt march into the claws of the Kin, Strikestone never sees Sleekwhisker again. For Better Bones, I made that an OFFICIAL curse.

Gorseclaw struck down his sister, Spottedpelt, in the climax of Ripplestar's Rot and since then, Tigerkin tabbies have been tragically losing their golden siblings. Bramblepaw watching Tawnypaw joining TigerClan is the true beginning of their character arcs, as both siblings grapple with their insecurities and loneliness.

Below the cut:

TNP; the Sundrown Patrol and Tigerstar blowing up the voicemail

Po3 and OotS, her reaction to Hollyleaf's Reveal and early Bramblestar

AVoS and Tawnypelt's Mountain, her reduxed novella

Beyond and Bonus Trivia

BETTER BONES TNP

The new POVs of TNP are the four Tigerkin, Tawnypelt serves as a contrast to Brambleclaw to establish that he is an unreliable narrator.

Tawny is objective when it comes to bonds between other people, but underestimates how much others like her back.

This is a problem for her in ShadowClan, where their dark and dry sense of humor is hard for her, as a very genuine ThunderClan cat, to accurately parse.

She takes a lot of Rowanclaw's behavior as open aggression, only realizing very late into TNP that he is the son of Brokenstar and was trying to break the ice the entire time.

She takes the death of Feathertail hard. They all do, but Tawny feels angry that she can't be the faithful, gentle, soothing presence that Feather was.

Tigerstar is trying to contact her long before he sets his sights on Brambleclaw and Hawkfrost. Though she considers it, she makes a final rejection of him on reaching the lake.

She decrees that the journey has changed all the cats, especially herself, and that the sun is rising on a new time for all four Clans.

Though expanded into a POV, Tawny's journey is quite simple, unlike Bramble who grows into an unfortunate antagonist in upcoming arcs.

IN PO3 AND OOTS BEYOND

There is a truce between Shadow and Thunder for Po3, only coming to a bloody crash later when Bramblestar takes power in OotS

But for one arc, Tawny is the Three's beloved aunt. In several 'episodes' of this slice-of-life breather redux, she is a supporting character. She's close friends with Squirrelflight, as well.

Her FIRST litter is Flametail and Dawnpelt! They're around the same age as the Three.

When the secret is revealed, Tawnypelt is beside herself with frustration at Bramblestar.

It's understandable to be upset, but demotion of his deputy? Disowning his children??

And then, Bramblestar starts pushing the border. She is convinced something crawled into his head and died there

In OotS, she has her second litter. Its only survivor is a little gold-and-brown tabby, which she renames Tigerkit as a ferocious dare to StarClan to take this one back as well.

Tigerpaw and Dovepaw are around the same age on the journey, during which Tigerpaw makes an offhanded comment about, "No one actually likes being a tom" and Dovepaw brutally cracks her egg with a very well aimed, "yea they do"

The death of Russetfur is brought to THIS arc, in one of Bramble's battles, and is the reason Blackstar is open to Sol's influence.

Ratscar, Redwillow, and Applefur take over and Tawnypelt tries to lead opposition against them, but their training has made them freakishly strong and they have allies.

Rowanclaw rallies the rest of the Clan to confront Blackstar, and convince him to come back by reminding him of how loved he is

And it's for that reason that Rowanclaw is eventually made deputy. He saw the solution that no one else did. No tricks. No brute force. Just honesty.

AVOS AND TAWNYPELT'S MOUNTAIN

In AVoS, Tawnypelt watches her Clan get destroyed from the inside-out as Darktail exploits the anger of its warriors and apprentices, turning it into a cult.

Having already lost Flametail, losing Dawnpelt here, Tigerheart returning with two kittens only to die horribly was unbearable.

Rowanstar took the body of his daughter and dove into the Moonpool, drowning his lives away so that she could live and revive as Heartstar.

After that... Tawnypelt felt like she'd lost it all again. We return to her POV for the first time since TNP, to explore that.

How home no longer feels like home, how Heartstar returned as a leader and it's as though everyone she loves has changed.

But little Shadowkit is not as healthy as his sister, suffering seizures much stronger than Sorreltail of ThunderClan, no Cleric having a good prognosis for his life.

Heartstar and Dovewing do not want to expose him to more stress, and as his parents, agree that they will simply try to give him as comfortable of a life as possible.

Tawnypelt's Mountain is not a story about needing to save the Tribe again; it's about Tawnypelt kidnapping her grandson because he needs a stronger treatment and she's convinced the Tribe can offer it.

No she does not get permission.

Go Grandma

It's about all the times she had to let go, it's about how she never truly got to know Sleekwhisker and Juniperclaw, it's about how she couldn't save the old ShadowClan.

And it's about Shadowkit, and how comfortable he is at a young age with the concept of death. Spiresight, Rowanstar, Heartstar, Juniperclaw.

Up until the moment a Tribe Medic is able to look at him, Shadow had fully believed his illness was terminal. It's as if his future had suddenly changed.

(In the original book Dovewing was also on this trip, but I'm actually considering it JUST be Shadow and Tawny because I think it's a really interesting idea to have a grandma/grandkit story where the kit has wisdom beyond their years... but is still a child. And Tawny realizes that she was using this as a way to both help him, yes, but also to get a win for herself. Dovewing has plenty of her own content.)

The Tribe teaches them to use Chamomile to treat his epilepsy, showing Tawny exactly how to measure it, how to steep it, and how to heat it into a tea.

As TBC progresses, Shadowsight's growing skill as a Cleric is shown through his competence at preparing his own treatments.

Tawnypelt and Stormfur are able to catch up together too, and talk about their lives, drama, and how destiny brings you to strange places.

When she comes back, the Clan is expecting Heartstar to punish Tawny for stealing a kitten... but Heartstar is not going to do that to her mom, citing it's because Tawny was right and her son has a treatment better than the last.

In reality it's because Heartstar is Biased and will never punish her family lmao

BEYOND AND BONUSES

She's part of the rebellion in TBC and one of Shadowsight's beloved family members, but overall is a background element.

She decides to retire after that arc, feeling her age.

Tawny is a specialist of taking down large game, and great at coordinating and commanding hunts.

Hogs, small deer, so on.

Also one of ShadowClan's stronger fighters, but outclassed by Dark Forest trainees.

Her favorite food is frogspawn and gravy, likes everything about the taste of amphibians.

Design-wise she looks a lot like Tigerstar, but more lithe and with more of her mother's colors.

Close to breaking some kind of apprentice-training record, Oakfur is SO proud of her!

[cubicsugar36]

Hair care tips from all over the web and word of mouth

8 months ago I started to lose almost 50% of my hair due to an illness. I’m pleased to say that my hair’s condition currently is probably the best it has ever been. Hence I am going to share all the haircare tips that I have compiled so far. The ones in pink text are the ones that worked for me personally 🩷

My hair profile : oily flaky scalp, straight, low porosity, smooth, small cross section

Inverted head massage 💆‍♀️ - I do this while shampooing and drying, not sure if it increased growth but definitely results in a voluminous look

Avoid hot water for washing🚿 - this is really important but I can’t get myself to do it in the winter 🥶

Hair oiling 🛢️- been doing it all my life but this time I did some research and discovered that it’s not the oil that helps, but the massaging and the stimulating ingredient infused in the oil. I made a diy fenugreek oil and used it twice a week.

Get blood test 🩸- if you notice sudden hair fall with no apparent reason then it’s a good idea to get tested. Since I had been sick so this happened automatically and I have been taking the supplements I require.

Sun protection ☀️ - you can’t really apply sunscreen on your scalp so it’s best to use hats/umbrellas/scarves

Rosemary 🌱 - I used rosemary water and it helped balance oil on my scalp. The compound in rosemary which aids hair growth is oil soluble so you will have to use rosemary oil (mixed with carrier oil) for that purpose. The water isn’t really for growing hair.

Limit heat styling tools 🔥

Use a wide toothed comb 🪮 - I have fine hair so I would always use fine combs as a kid and rip my healthy hair out. Recently got on hair brushes with widely spaced bristles and combing hair has been much more pleasant. Even working with hair tangled by the wind is easier🌬️

Remember, everyone’s hair is unique, so it’s important to find what works best for you. If you’re facing hair loss then take care of your mental health first and be patient as it can take time to improve 🫶

Some additional tips in this image: ⚠️ the first massage tool should not be used on wet hair as it can lead to more damage. Some people use it while shampooing but that’s when our hair is the most fragile. Use it on dry hair or while oiling.

[witchofthesouls]

(Anyone remembers that scenario with Getaway and Rodimus siring upon a Fae-Touched!Liaison that got cyberformed? Here we go again.)

Something bothers Getaway, far more than usual.

You had to change your approach. Getaway believes the Nudge-gun had reshaped your memories and it had.

But you got them back.

(A magic mirror once gleamed and asked What do you wish? with your own inverted face. Upon your answer, your doppelganger grinned a million fractals of glorious and damning shards. Splintered infinities and Truth. It reached out and placed a shard into each eye and you both bleed like monsters and gods.)

You stare into the mirror of the captain's private shower rack, and blue lenses and white pupils stare back. 

If you stare long enough, you can divine the shards, each of them spinning and spinning, fracturing, repairing, growing, clawing out of the white-

The newspark cries and you snap back into the present.

The newspark cries and you nuzzle their soft body as they fret into your neck, tugging on the cables that mimic your hair, gumming on it. Milk-white optics blindly stare as they pur, slipping into your field, buzzing and yanking until you soothe it into a steady, easy pattern. They buzz, searching for a laughing sun that’s no longer with them.

Rodimus is gone. Getaway might as well be as he drowns in his captaincy.

The newspark purrs, no longer crying, and you plan.

_____

The thing is, Getaway lies.

It’s not condemnation. You know he lies. The problem lies where Getaway does it to himself as well. He believes in his own fabrications. A shallow mask that becomes his reality until something breaks it.

(Getaway could be the most marvelous actor if given the proper training and the chance, but it would eat him until he had nothing left to give, and you suppress the shiver that rolls down your spine at the ghostly, distant cheer of the starving, distorted voices.)

You can see it as he crushes you to the couch, when he watches you with hot-cold, hungry, optics across a room, when he pretends to sleep in the berth as you take care of the newspark, when he spins a dazzling tale to all the other mechs in the ship, when you cradle him in your lap…

This new vulnerability is strange from him. It began after Rodimus (and the others) had been left to fend for themselves.

Before Rodimus would sprawl across the couch, taking it over, and allowing you access, only to throw a leg across your lap with the newspark cradled on his chassis. Getaway would be either perched on the arm by your side or using your own legs as a cushion on the floor, viciously hogging the snack bowl and the remote until Rodimus finally relents to trade the bit.

You expected him to take Rodimus’ space on the couch on movie nights, but he doesn’t. He had taken the captaincy, the office, the berth, and even the snacks and personal products by Rodimus.

But strangely enough, he still perches on the couch’s arm by your side or sits by your feet, leaning on your legs. The newspark curls over the leftover space, seemingly so much smaller as they soak the faint remains of Rodimus’ biosignature.

Somewhere during the movie, Getaway will start drifting a hand up your leg, and will eventually find his way on your lap, pressing his face into you with a quiet almost-sigh. Field muddled in a not-quite agitated way until you ‘absentmindedly’ start to stroke across his back, careful not to go near his exposed neck.

The film keeps rolling into another and another without a word between you and him in this strange, truthful intimacy. It only breaks with the newspark fusses to be fed and then it’s time to move to the bedroom.

Some nights Getaway spawls across the berth, taking up the Rodimus-less space, turning into his pillow with little to say, besides a ‘good night’ and mimicking sleep as you settle in.

Some nights, he fucks you as he something to prove. Rutting you with a brutal force as he punches the air from your frame and drinks your expression with a burning focus, leaving both frames steaming and electrical burns on the sheets. In this mood, he doesn’t move from you. You learn to sleep under the weight of his frame and his spike still twitching inside you.

No matter what, he’s gone by the time you wake up.

_____

You don't like the look in Froid's optics. You barely like the mech at all. 

Under that veil of professionalism is the spark of madness that’s familiar to you, that raw, consuming, and greedy hunger as he looks at you and your sparkling.

(Did Getaway tell him anything? Or did Froid figure it out?)

You titter guilelessly at the psychologist, turning into Getaway’s shoulder, murmuring sweet nothings as newlyweds in love do. Getaway is too well-trained to freeze from the sudden behavior, but he acts the part of a loving partner, pressing his mask to your crest. You hold his gaze and over the private comm, you tell him to be careful.

Froid has that same look of greed when he looks at Getaway.

______

In the privacy of the shared quarters and in bed, you feed the newspark and clearly state, “Be careful when you make deals. You don’t play directly against the house. Toll is unforgivable.”

He doesn’t answer. Pretending to sleep.

(Getaway likes to manipulate and play but he has a visceral need to be slanted in a good light. The fact he doesn’t even tries to soothe that worry or deny the accusation that he can’t handle himself is damning in and of itself.)

______

You leave the newspark with First Aid, who’s lonely in an empty medbay, and press a chaste kiss to his cheek, “Take good care of my darling moonbeam.”

First Aid asks what's wrong as your child barely fusses in his arms. Those blind optics stare at you in a strangely knowing manner before tucking into the medic for a nap, frame curling into the mech and field disappearing like morning dew.

You tell him a truth:

You need to clean house.

[doodledoesthing3]

CHAPTER 3 IS FINALLY HERE🗣️🗣️🗣️

Finished reading the new chapter? Lucky for you, I got some treats for ya!

CHARACTER SHEETS FOR THE NEW CHARACTERS AND CATNAP‼️‼️‼️

CatNap, the used to be sleepy critter. He’s now a leader of new group, the Sun Screamers! He may not look like leadership material but he learned from, what he claims to be, the best leader that he knows.

Meet Harper Barker! Sassy, rude, and serious is how most critters describe her. She’s the Captain of the Ratto Mafia Guards and takes her job very seriously. She refuses to rest until she catches CatNap. She reeks of bleach due to her fur being dyed so much, what’s her real fur color? No one knows but her girlfriend does!

Fun Fact: I inverted one of the Smiling Critters and gave them to Harper. Can you guess who’s inverted color palette I gave her?

Crashing through your door is Topaz! He’ll cheer you up no matter what! This Spiny Mouse always gets himself hurt in the weirdest ways possible, but that doesn’t stop him. Luckily he has his friends to patch him up!

Fun Fact: Topaz was one of the first Sun Screamers that I designed, that’s why his color palette is a bit more unique than the others.

Cold and Serious…. Calico! Some say he lost his eye to a monster, some say that Tony ripped out his eye, but CatNap thinks that he’s just a big softy inside. This orange and white fawn variegated rat will protect his friends no matter the cost.

Fun fact: Calico was going to be named Patches (kinda like a pirate) but I changed my mind and gave the name Patches to the stoner rat at the beginning of Chapter 3!

The Sun Screamers’ number one fashion designer, Diamond! She’s makes new accessories for her friends as her way of bonding with them. This white dumbo rat is known for her huge ears, she’s always wearing different earrings everyday. She cares for her friends deeply and will drop her nice girl act to throw hands with whoever hurts her friends.

Fun Fact: I imagined Diamond with comically large ears at first, but I wasn’t able to draw them so we got somewhat big ears Diamond! She also used to wear so many earrings but I didn’t know how to draw them so any kind of earrings on Diamond is perfectly okay with me.

This scene mouse is Lucy! This Australien long coated mouse is the most shyest girl you’ll ever met. CatNap and the rest of their friends have tried to get her out of shell, but it usually never works. It’s rare to see her yell or be angry in general.

Fun Fact: Lucy was going to be emo, but I changed her to be a scene girl because it fits with the times! (the fanfic takes place in 2005)

Yuck, what’s burning? It’s Ash making a new invention! This cotton mouse tends to have a short temper whenever things don’t go his way. Sometimes his inventions work and sometimes they don’t, he tends to have backup plans upon backup plans for everything.

Fun Fact: When I was designing Ash, he went through so many phases! First, he was brown girl mouse named Goggles. Then he got changed to a boy and his name was changed to Ash. Then he was light grey before I settled on dark grey.

What’s that growing from that ground? It’s everyone’s number one spooky boy, Fungus! He’s one of the oldest children among his many siblings. This brown satin rat is normally busy talking to his dead siblings or learning a new spell, but you’ll see him around the valley’s graveyard most of the time.

Fun Fact: Fungus’ book was going to have a pentagram on it instead but I thought it was an overused idea so I replaced it for the eyes!

Yeesh! I thought we were done, but what’s that bright light? Is it god? No you sillies! It’s one of the angels known Cat-Bee! Always ready to help her friends at the ready, but don’t let her carefree nature fool you! She’ll get protective of her friends if she senses danger. Nonetheless, she’s one of the people that helps keep CatNap sane.

Fun Fact: She was originally going to be disguised as a capybara instead of Ash with another toy angel disguised as a capybara beside her. But I thought that was too many characters for one chapter so you’ll see that other angel in a later chapter.

If you’re up for a puzzle based on this fanfic then check out this puzzle that I made! (Light mode is highly recommended.)

If you’re stuck, there’s a hint in this chapter that can help you complete the puzzle! :)

SEE YA IN CHAPTER 4!

[shytastemakerthing]

Omg follow up on the love clone reader. The clones reaction to finding out a human has gotten her attraction? Like the human knows but doesn't care and has even killed and gifted them to her. He a bigger dimp than Obanai Canon or fanon and does not care that she could easily kill him

A/N: I am now in love with this little series we have going on about our dear love clone! This human best be treating her right cause she certainly has scary dog privileges when it comes to the remaining clones.

Tw: Mentions of killing and eating humans, human body parts brought as a gift

As always, requests are open!

Literally every other clone is going to look at this random human you had casually seen one night and are all going...... Him?

Like, dude wasn't exactly the most impressive. Not the most wealthy, certainly not the best looking... and he was a human. You know you eat humans, right?

But that's him, that's your man.

And this was not little puppy love or simple crush, you were quite literally head over heels for this random and utterly ordinary human, enough to the point where Karaku has even found your little poems about the man. Listen, he knows he's the clone of pleasure and it's basically all he feels, but even he is growing more and more protective of you.

Back to our little human, just looking at you, he already knows that you aren't human. The horns sitting on your beautiful head already clue him in enough, but he is as whipped for you as you are for him.

The fact that you are a demon, and on top of that, literally just the clone of one only meant to represent a single emotion, does absolutely nothing to stop him.

You seem to be hungry? He is to the point where he will quite literally kill for you so that you are well fed.

Not such an ordinary human now, after all.

Honestly, it shocked the remaining clones just a bit.

He loves you enough that he is quite literally willing to kill for you? Okay, he's piqued their interest. Just a bit.

You mention bringing leftovers to your 'brothers'? No problem, he'll bring extra and even help you carry it all to the house. No, scratch that. He will carry it all to the house for you.

That at least won over Karaku and Urogi. Oh, your little human is bringing them all free food? Say no more, come on in and get cozy.

You tore your haori? Or your pants got dirty? Have a completely new wardrobe filled with whatever it is that you want. He will travel hours to the nearest city to get the best just for you. Seeing you in that cherry blossom kimono with those small decorations in your hair made this man smile brighter than the sun.

He will certainly take you on little picnic dates under the moonlight.... as one during the day is out of the question. He will have his food, and you will have yours.

His whole routine has been inverted just for you. You cannot go out in the daytime, given just what the sun will do to you, so he became as close to nocturnal as possible just so he would be able to spend more time with you. Not being in your presence is rather agonizing to him. This is where Aizetsu and him really get along, as both are fond of your presence, one in a familial manner and the other in a romantic manner. Both bonding over that thought.

Sekido came around the moment he saw the human protect you from a measly slayer. Not a threat to you at all as the anger clone knew you could handle yourself quite well in battle, but seeing a weak human have no hesitation to place you out of harms way and disposing of this enemy himself, he at least respected the human more. Not exactly liking him, but he at least tolerated him.

Zohakuten was a pain in the neck to try and come around. He hated this human with every fiber of his being, the biggest reason is believing that with this human now here, you could disappear from the home and the remaining clones. He won't admit how attached to you he has gotten. But seeing as neither of you really plan on leaving, quite happy where you were at, and the fact that this human was a lot like you, wanting to know more about who he was as a person, and just not the clone of hatred. Okay, maybe this human wasn't so bad after all.

Look, Urami may be resentment incarnate, but as long as this human didn't hurt you in any way, shape, or form, things were good. And seeing as this human wouldn't even hold your hand without asking your permission first, he knew he had nothing to worry about.

This human knows you could very easily kill him. Just a simple flick of the wrist and his life would be no more, but to him, you're so completely worth it. His dedication to you knows no bounds.

Perhaps..... he could become a demon as well, just for you.

[jimi-rawlings]

Zimbabwe Premier Soccer League - Wikipedia

THE AFRICAN LINK UP

BVLKNS TEHWAEDO Language Arts (Religious Swear Words and Sicanje) Igbo Vowel Harmony and Yoruba Religious Term Ori, Ase, and Ifà with Serbian Cyrillic.

Geopolitical Religiopolitical Economic Geography Westminster System Liberal Arts for Mirror for Princes

Sun Peninsula Supply Side Economics Commerce Center with Rural Areas as a Premier.

Contract Theory with Business Clusters (Retail and Supplier)

Subsistence Construction with Architecture Arithmetic Skills

Subsistence Farming with Options/FX Hedging

Tribal Prince of Lozi Sol

DIASPORA: Odinani, also known as Odinala, Omenala, Odinana, and Omenana[1] (Igbo: Ọdịnanị/Ọ̀dị̀nàlà), is the traditional cultural belief and practice of the Igbo people of south east Nigeria.[2] These terms, as used here in the Igbo language, are synonymous with the traditional Igbo "religious system" which was not considered separate from the social norms of ancient or traditional Igbo societies. Theocratic in nature, spirituality played a huge role in their everyday lives. Although it has largely been syncretised with Catholicism, the indigenous belief system remains in strong effect among the rural, village and diaspora populations of the Igbo. (Nigeria; Jamaica, Ghana, Mozambique, Botswana, and Zimbabwe)

Ownership: Mining Assets means any fee lands, mining claims, mining concessions, leases, licenses or other like rights, all permits, government consents, concessions, water rights, easements, surface rights, subsurface rights, rights of way, property rights, temporary occupation agreements and other, including, but not limited to, all Operating Mines, the Gold Bar Asset and the Los Azules Property.

President Emmerson highlighted the colonial origins of such restrictions and expressed a shared commitment with Botswana's President Mokgweetsi Masisi to dismantle barriers to free movement. This move aligns with a growing momentum towards visa-free travel within Africa. Seychelles, The Gambia, and Benin have already embraced visa-free entry for African visitors, with Rwanda recently joining the list. The trend underscores a deeper conversation about the potential of connectivity and integration across the continent.

Harmony and Contrast Formula/System: xG Analytics 2:3 Goals/Assist Ratio; 0-0 Games with Possession Football Analytics Post Game

F9/Target Man Combination Football: 4 v 4 Manipulated Offside Trap with Depth Link up in Hole for Triangular Wall Pass (F9); 2 V 2 Chest Cradle Half Volley 2 Touch Finishing (Target Man and F10)

Midfield Pivots 4-3-3 (Build Up Back 4, Triangle Midfield (1 Attacking, 1 Defensive, 1 Box to Box Deep Lying Playmaker), Attacking 3 (False 9, False 10, Inverted Winger)

5-2-3

4-1-5

4-4-3 F9 or F10

Skill Drills

2 V 2 Box Play with 3 Neutrals Pass Ins 2 Touch or 1 Touch Finish

Link Up Diamond Futsal 4 v 4

Agility Ladder Futsal Dribbling

Skills: Aerial Duels, Chest Cradled Half Volley, Finishing, Link Up and Hold Up, Counter Pressing, Shoulder Barging

HULU Target Man False 9 Tactics and Skills

Depth in attack: The attacking side uses the depth of the pitch by moving men either up from the rear, or down from the top, but may use a constant "target striker" or front man to always invoke a presence deep in the defence.

Give and Go: A version of this play involving a through ball into space as a return to the initial passer (known as a wall pass [13]: 30 ) is sometimes used to get past the first level of defence (for example).[14]

Triangular play: A subtype of the give-and-go tactic; allows for a safe and quick movement of various areas in play whilst maintaining control of the ball. In a triangular play the ball is passed between three players to form a triangle. The triangle is then shifted to a different position when a new player is added. Many triangles can be created with various combinations of players with the intent to incrementally move the ball forward without compromising possession. This tactic is common when trying to gain control of midfield. However it may also be used for (final 3rd) attacking purposes.[19]

In the space between the opponent's defensive line and midfield line (the "hole"): A common strategy of attack is to pass (or move) the ball into the spaces between the opponent's defenders and midfielders. If a pass is made, a midfielder in an advanced position or an attacker in a deeper position will want to receive the ball right between the lines of the opponent. A player can also try to move the ball into this area on their own, at which point they may look for a passing option; alternatively attempting to create a good scoring chance on their own.[13]: 18

Strong side overloads: Attacking teams may pressure the defence on to one side of the pitch by moving most of its attackers and midfielders to the ball side while letting a wing player or defender come to the opposite side with little or no coverage. By compressing space in the areas where the ball is, the defence has to respect the strong side threat by adding extra players into the mix. The ball is then crossed or passed into an unmarked area on the far side of the pitch for a free or near free shot, dribble or pass.

Target man: The implied use of a quality striker who has the ability to take on the whole defence on their own - and will often occupy two defenders - making the defence vulnerable. Complemented with two fast wingers, this tactic may give the 4-man defence potential problems. Teams may also benefit from a target man at set pieces.

Cross into the box: A player (often a winger, wide midfielder or fullback) situated outside the width of the penalty box (on one of the flanks) attempts a cross into the penalty box, for a teammate (usually a striker, or a forward) to try to score on (with a header, a volley, or a one touch shot). Crosses into the box can be of various height and length and target various areas of the penalty box. For this to work, the player attempting the cross needs to be skilled at performing this type of pass, as well as able to read the game of play, and the receiving target has to have a number of competitive advantages (such as height, strength, speed or heading skills) in order to beat the defence for the attempt at goal.[13]: 17 

Freekicks: If the free kick is close-range but in a less-than-ideal angle to attempt to take a shot on goal, a common method of creating a scoring chance is to cross the ball into the penalty area, usually aiming for a spot in the angle towards the penalty spot, at which attacking players will try to beat defending players to the ball in order for a header or volleyball shot to hit the target. This is common to a corner kick.

Sometimes teams tactically divide the pitch horizontally into five corridors instead: Outside left, inside left, central, inside right and outside right. This is among other things reflected in the positional names being used in formations with five midfielders, or five defenders.[22][23]

Physique Endurance Cycling (MAS) and Isometric Plyometric Jump Rope (VO2 max) with Landmine Complex; Lion Heart DNA (Muscle Fibers and Walking Mechanics)

18U Stylistic Biomechanics with Skill Drills and Scrimmage. 12U fundamentals and practice.

Sprint dribbling: Invisible 4, Crescent Moon Pull Back, and Dorsiflexion

Genome Editing: TYRP1, ACTN3, FBN1 gene, ACE Gene, XYY Prenatal Hormones with Fetus Alcohol Consumption for Sensory Overload Asperger's, Expansive Mood with Disinhibition Impulsive Borderline

A notable connection exists between VO2max and MAS, encapsulated by the “Léger formula”: VO2max = MAS x Cr, where Cr represents the energy cost or running economy, measured in mL/kg/km. This energy cost differs among runners, with a commonly accepted average value being 210 mL/kg/km. This leads to the equation VO2max = 3.5 x MAS. A lower running economy (energy cost) implies that a runner expends less energy and is more efficient. Elite Kenyan and Ethiopian runners, for example, often exhibit a running economy around 180 mL/kg/km (equivalent to a coefficient of 3). In this context, VO2max can be seen as the runner’s ‘engine’. In contrast, MAS reflects the engine’s efficiency, influenced by factors like posture, relaxation, stride quality, and muscle quality. The formula VO2max = 3.5 x MAS is, however, a theoretical estimate.

Hamstring Activation Cycling

Intramuscular EMG was used to verify muscle activation during cycling. The activation pattern of deep muscles (Vint and BFS) could, therefore, be described and compared to that of the more superficial muscles. The complex coordination of quadriceps and hamstring muscles during cycling was described in detail.

Maximal aerobic speed (MAS) is simply the lowest running speed at which maximum oxygen uptake (VO2 max) occurs, and is typically referred to as the velocity at VO2 max (vVO2 max). MAS was developed for the purpose of increasing the specificity of training and to enable coaches to monitor training loads more accurately.

Lengthy Landmine Complex

Although typically used for simple core and functional-type movements, the landmine is actually an amazingly versatile tool that can be used as a primary exercise for many muscle groups:

Side Facing Clean to Single Arm Press

Front Squat To Press

Single Arm Drop Lunge Squat

Squeeze Press

Lateral Squat Jumps

Reverse Lunge to Knee Drive

Sumo 1/2 Rep Squat Jumps

Single Arm Fall Out Push Ups

Sit Up To Press

1-2 minute rest between rounds if you perform multiple rounds

Circuit training has been shown to have greater effects on the magnitude and duration of EPOC than traditional forms of strength training.[8] All told, you can burn hundreds and hundreds of calories in a properly-executed circuit training workout.

The multi-stage fitness test (MSFT), also known as the beep test, bleep test, PACER test (progressive aerobic cardiovascular endurance run), or the 20m shuttle run test, is a running test used to estimate an athlete's aerobic capacity (VO2 max).

Bariatric surgery (or metabolic surgery or weight loss surgery) is a medical term for surgical procedures used to manage obesity and obesity-related conditions.[1][2] Long term weight loss with bariatric surgery may be achieved through alteration of gut hormones, physical reduction of stomach size, reduction of nutrient absorption, or a combination of these.[2][3] Standard of care procedures include Roux en-Y bypass, sleeve gastrectomy, and biliopancreatic diversion with duodenal switch, from which weight loss is largely achieved by altering gut hormone levels responsible for hunger and satiety, leading to a new hormonal weight set point.[3] Bariatric surgery of various types may influence hedonic hunger[31][32][33] particularly if accompanied by counseling interventions that reduce automatic hedonic impulses.[34] These surgeries may work in part by modifying the production of gastrointestinal hormones, particularly by increasing glucagon-like peptide-1 and peptide YY (PYY);[31][35] reduction of ghrelin has been inconsistent.[31]

Counter Pressing Progressive HULU False 9

Skills: Attack, Power*, Movement*, Skill*, Mental*, Defence*

A false 9, similar to a more advanced attacking midfielder/playmaker role, is an unconventional lone striker or centre-forward, who drops deep into midfield. The purpose of this is that it creates a problem for opposing centre-backs who can either follow the false 9, leaving space behind them for onrushing midfielders, forwards or wingers to exploit, or leaving the false 9 to have time and space to dribble or pick out a pass.

Deep Completions: Deep Completions represent successful passes made within 20 meters of the opposition goal. It indicates a player’s ability to execute accurate and incisive passes in dangerous areas.

12. Carry%: Carry% signifies the percentage of a player’s carries (running with the ball) that were successful. It measures their effectiveness in maintaining ball control and progressing play through dribbling.

13. Deep Progressions: Deep Progressions encompass passes and dribbles/carries into the opposition’s final third. It quantifies a player’s ability to advance the ball effectively into areas close to the opponent’s goal.

14. xGBuildup: xGBuildup is a model that attributes the expected goals (xG) value of the final shot to all players involved in the entire possession leading up to the shot. It focuses on evaluating the possession work and build-up play prior to the end of the attacking sequence.

15. xGChain: xGChain is a model that attributes the expected goals (xG) value of the final shot to all players involved in the entire possession. It captures the contributions of players throughout the possession, considering their involvement in generating goal-scoring opportunities.

16. OBV Metrics: In addition to the aforementioned features, it’s worth exploring the concept of On-Ball Value (OBV) metrics. OBV is a comprehensive framework developed by StatsBomb that evaluates a player’s contributions and effectiveness in possession. It takes into account various factors such as passes, dribbles, shots, and more to provide a holistic assessment of a player’s on-ball performance.

Link-Up Play; You must play with your back to the goal, hold the ball under pressure, and lay it off to advancing teammates. For this, you'll need ball control, strength, and the ability to shield the ball from defenders. Moreover, effective link-up play helps create fluid attacking movement. For hold-up play (plural hold-up plays) (soccer, idiomatic) A play where an attacker retains possession of the ball, while the teammates can move up the field. Push-and-run, also known as a wall pass, a one-two or a give-and-go, is a tactic and skill often used in association football. It involves quickly laying the ball off to a teammate and running past the marking tackler to collect the return pass. It proved an effective way to move the ball at pace, with players' positions and responsibility being fluid.[1] All the definitions agree on just one thing: a progressive action advances the ball somehow. At The Athletic, we count a completed pass as “progressive” if it’s at least 10 metres (11 yards) long and moves the ball at least 25 per cent of the remaining distance to goal.

Current measures:

Expected assists: If we have an expected likelihood for each shot resulting in a goal, we can look back at the pass prior to that shot to see which players played the passes that could have resulted in goals. This is more informative than just looking at assists, but has the limitation of being heavily dependent on the shot-takers being able to get their shot away following the high value pass, and only considers the pass immediately preceding the shot. Any passes that contribute significantly to the buildup prior to that are neglected.

xG chain: This is a logical extension of the expected assist approach. To overcome the limitation of only considering the pass prior to a shot, we can propagate the goalscoring likelihood for each shot back through all the passes in the sequence leading up to it. That way, players frequently involved in plays that result in high quality chances are still rewarded for their contributions. This approach has some benefits, but still assumes the presence of a shot-taker who is able to capitalise on the good buildup to take a high-quality shot. Moreover, this approach can conflate the contribution from teammates. For example, a player that reliably plays easy passes to a key playmaker will generally be highly rewarded by this approach, even if most of the buildup value comes from the playmaker.

Progressive passes: A less shot-centric approach to valuing buildup is to consider the number of passes that bring the ball closer to the opposition goal. These types of approaches typically define some threshold for progression, either number of yards forward or how much closer the ball gets to goal, as a % of starting distance. This allows the separation of players whose passes are mostly safe and cautious from players whose passes disproportionately drive the ball forward towards the opposition goal. This has been used successfully in the past to identify players who progress the ball well, but is still a relatively coarse approach. Fifty yard progressive passes are treated similarly to 15 yard progressive passes, and a 15 yard pass down the wing is treated the same as a 15 yard forward pass into the penalty box.

Packing: None of the other approaches above consider the location of off-ball players. One approach that does take this into consideration is Packing.

Counter-pressing in football is the act of actively pursuing the ball in a coordinated manner with the aim of regaining possession quickly after ball-loss. The upper bound of time the ball must be won back within varies from coach to coach, and thus in execution by different teams. Two player contesting for the ball side by side. they can bump shoulders and run that shoulder into the opponent in an attempt to move the opponent off the ball. it becomes illegal when the arm is raised to push the opponent away or more force than is necessary is used with the shoulder. (Thigh Tug Counter Pressing)

Aggressive Actions: Aggressive actions encompass tackles, pressure events, and fouls recorded within 2 seconds of an opposition player receiving the ball. It assesses a player’s defensive intensity and ability to disrupt the opponent’s play.

9. Counterpressures: Counterpressures indicate the number of pressures exerted by a player within 5 seconds of a turnover. It demonstrates a player’s commitment to regaining possession quickly after losing it.

Signature Move

Sole Forward Roll Placement for Hold Up Play

2 v 2 Off-Ball Shoulder Barging Two Touch and One Touch Finishing: Lofted feed in order to strike on Chest Cradled Half Volley Lofted feeds in order to head to goal.

Spacing, Possession, Pass Completion, and Counter Pressing with Pursuit and Ambush Predation One Team Box Touches and Capture the Flag with Analytics-Geometry Total Football Trixie Bet on CNS Drugs (Xanax and Modafinil); 1-1-2-1 Diamond Rover Futsal Pivot Formation

Define a run in one of two ways: (i) as a set of consecutive goals scored by one team, without the other team scoring a goal; (ii) as a set of consecutive scoring events by one team, each event being either a goal or one or more Set Piece. Play aggressive and with counter pressing and run it up on the score board in the first half and after halftime play defense. You get a break at half and it's easier to win when someone plays defense and looks for opportunities instead of Attacking.

Set Piece Stylistic Biomechanics: Shooting Knee at Wall for Curve and Placement Knee for Corner. Follow through with Shot with proper Body Alignment

Knee to Feet or Shoulder to Feet Cradling for Touch/Entertainment

Posterior Chain Super Compensation and Speed-Endurance (Elastic-Connective Tissue) Force-Velocity Curve; Crescent Moon Horizontal Plane Vertical Force Sprinting Mechanics.

Placement Mechanics: Ankle-Heel Linedrive and Arch-Knuckle Raised Curve; Placement Foot and Reverse Rotation with Shoulder for power and Accuracy; Arch of Feet at Target for Follow Through Accuracy; Plant Foot-Eyes on Ball for Football Contact Point then Eyes on Corner.

Agility Ladder Eyes Pocket: Eyes Between Defenders Feet and Ball, Numbered Footwork V-Step (Shifting Defenders with Momentum) et L-Step (Explosive First Step), All moves should form a Triangle or an Incomplete Triangle

Sprint Size Up: A series of feint Karaoké dribble moves with Eye Tricks (Fake Pass) but Sprint Position Finish

Triangle Flip Flap: All Dribbling Moves should form a Triangle or an Incomplete Triangle while using V-Step (Shifting Defenders with Momentum with Instep) and L-Step (Explosive First Step). The flip flap (also known as the elástico, akka, snakebite, and la culebrita) is a dribbling move, or feint, in football used to trick a defensive player into thinking the offensive player, in possession of the ball, is going to move in a direction they do not intend to. Players perform it by using the outside of their dominant foot to push the ball towards their dominant side, then quickly move the dominant foot around the ball and using the inside to push the ball to their non-dominant side. Although the footwork is the most distinctive aspect of the flip-flap, its success as a feint also relies heavily on the attacking player having an explosive acceleration from a stationary position.[1] KEYS: Maintenance Feints and Geometry Acceleration

Thé Crescent: In Close Dribbling; Crescent Footwork with L Shapes

On the Run Dribbling Moves: Letters and Shapes; Still Play 1 on 1: Numbered Footwork

À ma sauce Courts: Drills Side/Box Play with 1 Net; Design Vaporwave Action Painting Angels; Knee for Direction and Sole Drags for Dribbling Touch and Crescent Moon Sprint Mechanics

Gambling Games: 5 Roll (Captain, Ship, Crew); Live-Pool Betting Monopoly

Stylistic Biomechanics: Dribbling Foot To Ball Contact (Balls of Feet and Arch of Feet); Knee for Direction; Foot Drags; & Hip Angle, Crescent Moon Running Mechanics, and Laces Kick.

Futsal Courts: Drills Side/Box Play with 1 Net; Design Vaporwave Action Painting Angels; Knee for Direction and Sole Drags for Dribbling Touch and Crescent Moon Sprint Mechanics

Chic Operations

The Prince (Italian: Il Principe [il ˈprintʃipe]; Latin: De Principatibus) is a 16th-century political treatise written by the Italian diplomat, philosopher, and political theorist Niccolò Machiavelli in the form of a realistic instruction guide for new princes. As a remarkable general theme, The Prince appears to take it for granted that immoral acts are justified if they can help achieve political glory.[1]

Global Livability Index Charity Commission: 100k and Annual Enterprise Foundation Events.

Real Estate Brokerage Trust Account with Offshore Trust with 0% Loans.

Frame of Contract Negotiations are Jersey Sales.

Clientelism or client politics is the exchange of goods and services for political support, often involving an implicit or explicit quid-pro-quo.[1][2][3] It is closely related to patronage politics and vote buy.

Hedonistic Era (Chase of Intrinsic Value and Analytic Flows Aesthetics)

Hedonic Sports: Leo-Aquarius Planetary Intelligence Flows/Possession Total Football

Retirement and What Is the Front Office in the Sports Industry? The front offices employ many sports industry professionals from the owners of the teams and general managers to ticket sales offices, public relations, sales, and marketing. (Player President (Captain) or Player Corporation (Jersey Sales)

Côte d'Ivoire Transfermarket/Knockout Stage Intrinsic Value Jump: Men's and U20 Gold AFCON, Best Young Player at AFCON, and Kimberley Process Rural Area Economics, FIFA FC Streaming; Having a certain National Team Transfermarket leads to Tournament Pleasure, Sportsbook Pleasure Gambler’s Diplomacy (Trixies Analytics Playing Style), FIFA Ranking Pleasure

To increase Intrinsic Value of Blue Economy and County Line Trafficking let's put all franchises by Waterfront or Business Sectors in Côte d'Ivoire Ligue 1

Loan Scheme Feeder Team National Team Transfermarket Intrinsic Value: 2 Business Districts and 1 Entertainment District with Rural Area Feeder Teams Primate City League

Feeder Teams System: The U.S.-based Rookie leagues play a schedule of approximately 60 games and are named "complex leagues" because games are played at their parent clubs' spring training complexes. Rosters consist primarily of newly drafted players who are not yet ready for a higher level of play. These leagues are intended almost exclusively to allow players to hone their skills; no admission is charged and no concessions are sold. A currency basket is a set of several currencies with different weightings. It is often used to set the market value of another currency, a practice commonly known as a currency peg. Forex traders may also enter basket orders to trade several currency pairs simultaneously. Group for World Cup Friendly: Euros England, Switzerland, and Belgium; Afcon Côte d'Ivoire Democratic Republic of the Congo. (BRITISH POUND FRANC NETWORK)

Opportunity Cost Lipstick Effect (Supply Side Economics, Rural Area Economics, and Raw Materials-Holding Company) YAHWISM Plantation Religions, Husbandry, Seigneurial System, Trade School Athletics, Church Enterprise (School, Tournaments, Grocery Stores, Real Estate and Trade School), Sports Stadium Gentrification, Ultra Casual

Fan Base is 15-35 Age Demographic Social Media with 50-70 Age Demographic Sponsorship example; Kit Advertisement-Charity Patek Philippe SA (French: [paˈtɛk fiˈlip]) is a Swiss luxury watch and clock manufacturer, located in the Canton of Geneva and the Vallée de Joux.[3] Established in 1839, it is named after two of its founders, Antoni Patek and Adrien Philippe. Since 1932, the company has been owned by the Stern family in Switzerland[4] and remains the last family-owned independent watch manufacturer in Geneva.[5] Patek Philippe is one of the oldest watch manufacturers in the world with an uninterrupted watchmaking history since its founding.[6][7][8] It designs and manufactures timepieces as well as movements, including some of the most complicated mechanical watches. The company maintains over 400 retail locations globally and over a dozen distribution centers across Asia, Europe, North America, and Oceania. In 2001, it opened the Patek Philippe Museum in Geneva.[9][10][11] Kit Sponsor: Puma SE is a German multinational corporation who design and manufacture athletic and casual footwear, apparel, and accessories, headquartered in Herzogenaurach, Bavaria, Germany. Puma is the third largest sportswear manufacturer in the world.[6] The company was founded in 1948 by Rudolf Dassler (1898–1974). In 1924, Rudolf and his brother Adolf "Adi" Dassler had jointly formed the company Gebrüder Dassler Schuhfabrik ('Dassler Brothers Shoe Factory'). The relationship between the two brothers deteriorated until they agreed to split in 1948, forming two separate entities, Adidas and Puma. Following the split, Rudolf originally registered the newly established company as Ruda (derived from Rudolf Dassler, as Adidas was based on Adi Dassler), but later changed the name to Puma. Puma's earliest logo consisted of a square and beast jumping through a D, which was registered, along with the company's name, in 1948. Puma's shoe and clothing designs feature the Puma logo and the distinctive "Formstrip" which was introduced in 1958.[7]

Computer Aided Scouting Method

Picker -- emphasizes a player's one weakness to the neglect of all strengths

Projector -- envisions what a player will be able to do in two or three years.

The key to identifying a prospect was to focus on the player's body control and footwork

Computer-aided scouting began as a means for scouts and managers to log mass amounts of player and team information compiled from box scores, stat-sheets and personalized specific information pertaining to players and teams. This information was interpreted through mathematical formulas created from research studies of each sport. Once this information was tabulated, team personnel begin to implement these results into the game. After early positive results, many professional teams adopted mathematical tools for player and game management.

Port-Tuxôn, Boma, Congo-Kinshasa Representation for Ballon d'Or and World Cup Sleeve with Front Office Retirement

Premier-Chargé d'affaires and Executive Branch Communist Working Class

The Westminster system, or Westminster model, is a type of parliamentary government that incorporates a series of procedures for operating a legislature, first developed in England. Key aspects of the system include an executive branch made up of members of the legislature, and that is responsible to the legislature; the presence of parliamentary opposition parties; and a ceremonial head of state who is separate from the head of government. The term derives from the Palace of Westminster, which has been the seat of the Westminster Parliament in England and later the United Kingdom since the 13th century. In diplomacy, a chargé d'affaires is a diplomat responsible for fulfilling the functions of an ambassador (or other head of diplomatic mission) in the absence or unavailability of the latter as well as between the departure of a holder and the arrival of his successor. When two countries do not maintain official diplomatic relations, in the event of their breakdown or lack of recognition, each of them may designate a chargé d'affaires who sits in the representation of a third country to carry out this function. Under Canada's system of responsible government, the premier is both a member of the provincial legislative assembly and the head of the executive. Executive Branch The Executive Council is made up of elected Members of Provincial Parliament appointed as Cabinet Ministers by the Lieutenant Governor on the advice of the Premier. The executive branch is the administrative governing body, who sets priorities and public policy. Communism (from Latin communis, 'common, universal')[1][2] is a sociopolitical, philosophical, and economic ideology within the socialist movement,[1] whose goal is the creation of a communist society, a socioeconomic order centered around common ownership of the means of production, distribution, and exchange that allocates products to everyone in the society based on need.[3][4][5] A communist society would entail the absence of private property and social classes,[1] and ultimately money[6] and the state (or nation state).[7][8][9] Vanguardism, in the context of Leninist revolutionary struggle, relates to a strategy whereby the most class-conscious and politically "advanced" sections of the proletariat or working class, described as the revolutionary vanguard, form organizations to advance the objectives of communism. They take actions to draw larger sections of the working class toward revolutionary politics and to serve as manifestations of proletarian political power opposed to the bourgeoisie. This theory serves as the underpinning of the leading role of the Communist party, usually enshrined in the constitution, after the seizure of power in the state by Communists. (Blue Economy, Metallurgy Purchasing Matrix Rural Area, Waterfront Sports Real Estate, Intrinsic Value, County Line Trafficking, Primate City, and Knockout Stage)

Hedonic Sun Lightning Angels

Hedonic Astrology: Capricornus Constellation Conjunction Leo Constellation (Sun Sun, Uranus-Saturn Rising)

Hedonic Paradox Liberal Arts: Science and Arts (Nutritional BioChemistry and Gastronomy-Culinary Linguistics); (Bioaesthetics and Modelling)

Hedonic Birth: Prenatal Hormones Vitamins with Fetus Alcohol Consumption for Sensory Overload Asperger's

Hedonic Economic Geography (Church): Peninsula Husbandry Metallurgy Purchasing Matrix Business Cluster

Hedonic Animals: Sheep (Rambouillet, Lacaune, Texel)

Hedonic Pricing Primate City: It has transformed people's lives from agriculture to businesses linked to tourism, significantly raised the standard of living, and helped reduce the economic divide between urban and rural zones (Su, 2011; Zeng & Ryan, 2012).

Value theory is the systematic study of values. Also called axiology, it examines the nature, sources, and types of values. As a branch of philosophy, it has interdisciplinary applications in fields such as economics, sociology, anthropology, and psychology.

The term originates in ethical philosophy, where axiological or value hedonism is the claim that pleasure is the sole form of intrinsic value,[3][4][5] while normative or ethical hedonism claims that pursuing pleasure and avoiding pain for oneself or others are the ultimate expressions of ethical good.[1] Applied to well-being or what is good for someone, it is the thesis that pleasure and suffering are the only components of well-being.[6]

Psychological or motivational hedonism claims that human behavior is psychologically determined by desires to increase pleasure and to decrease pain.[3][1]

Hedonic pricing is a model that identifies price factors according to the premise that price is determined both by internal characteristics of the good being sold and external factors affecting it.

Feeder leagues add immersion, providing a draft pool full of players with several years of statistical history leading up to the draft, in addition to scouting reports. This gives general managers much more information on which to base draft decisions. This is particularly helpful in leagues that allow the trading of draft picks, because GMs can make intelligent decisions about how strong a particular draft class looks by scouting and researching the draft class in advance.

Feeder leagues behave very similarly to minor leagues. Players in feeder leagues have minor league contracts and share all the rules of the parent league.

On a press release dated 6 April 2024, the Reserve Bank of Zimbabwe announced that ZWL would be converted to ZiG at an exchange rate of 24,987,242 ZWL for one ZiG. The Zimbabwe Gold (ZiG; code: ZWG)[3] is the official currency of Zimbabwe since 8 April 2024,[2] backed by US$575 million worth of hard assets: foreign currencies, gold, and other precious metals.[4][5][6] It replaced the Zimbabwean dollar, which suffered from rapid depreciation, with the official exchange rate surpassing 30,000 Zimbabwean dollars per U.S. dollar on 5 April 2024, whilst the parallel market rate reached 40,000 per U.S. dollar.[7] Annual inflation in Zimbabwe hit 55.3% in March 2024.[8]

Successful Forex Formula

Intervention in the foreign-exchange market

Danmarks Nationalbank may influence the krone exchange rate by intervening in the foreign-exchange market by buying or selling foreign exchange against kroner.

Trading Psychology: Play Defense

Focus on preserving capital instead of gaining capital

Position Trading: Currency being used, Longing High Interest Currency against High Value Currency Or Currency Being used, Shorting Low Interest/High Value Currency against High Interest Currency

Examples

Canadian Dollar (CAD), Long Mexican (MXN) Peso over US (USD) Dollar

Canadian Dollar (CAD), Long Turkish (TRY) Lira over Swiss (CHF) Franc

Canadian Dollar (CAD), Short Euro (EUR) against US (USD) Dollar

Swing Trading: Use mt4/mt5 With Heiken Ashi Charts, Setting at 14 or 21 Momentum Indicator above 0 as Divergence Oscillator and VSA as Reversal Oscillator and Trade when bullish candlesticks above 200 exponential moving average and/or 20 exponential moving average (EMA) on H1 (Hourly) Time Frame; use H4 (4 Hours) and D1 (1 Day) as reference.

Works for Oil & Gold Commodities

Master Supply and Demand (S&D) Zones (banks use this)

Candlestick Patterns for Momentum

Bearish Engulfing, Hanging man, Shooting Star Three Crows, Evening Star, (Short)

Bullish Engulfing, The Bearish Inverted Hammer or Regular Hammer (Regardless of Colour), Morning Star, Piercing Line (Long) are extremely Important

Candlestick Patterns for VSA

When Volume Spikes Down and Price is Up

Bearish:

Shooting Star

Doji

Hanging Man

Doji-Star

When Volume Spikes Up and Price is Down

Bullish:

Hammer

Inverted Hammer

Doji

Doji-Star

S&D Reversal Patterns

The Drop-Base-Rally is a bullish reversal pattern

The Rally-Base-Drop is a bearish reversal pattern

S&D Continuation patterns

The Rally-Base-Rally is a bullish continuation pattern

The Drop-Base-Rally is a bearish continuation pattern

Chart Settings

Liquidity Clearout

Time Frame

M15 (15 Minutes)

Reference H1

Heiken Ashi Candlesticks

Much easier to read candlestick charts and analyze market trends

Using Pivot Points for Prediction

A pivot point is a technical analysis indicator, or calculations, used to determine the overall trend of the market over different time frames

Works for commodities

Exponential Moving Average (EMA)

200 Day

20 Day

Momentum Indicator

Settings 14 or 21

Volume Spread Analysis (VSA Trading) Entry

4 Steps

Identify the trend.

Identify the sign of weakness in an existing uptrend.

Wait to test the weakness for confirmation for the continuation of the uptrend.

Look for any bullish reversal candlestick pattern for entry.

Pattern to Recognize

S&D Reversal Patterns

The Drop-Base-Rally is a bullish reversal pattern

The Rally-Base-Drop is a bearish reversal pattern

Swing Trading

Time Frame

H1 (Hourly)

Reference D1 and H4 to locate supply and demand zones

Heiken Ashi Candlesticks

Much easier to read candlestick charts and analyze market trends

Using Pivot Points for Prediction

A pivot point is a technical analysis indicator, or calculations, used to determine the overall trend of the market over different time frames

Works for commodities

Exponential Moving Average (EMA)

200 Day

20 Day

Momentum Indicator

Settings 14 or 21

Volume Spread Analysis (VSA Trading) Entry

4 Steps

Identify the trend.

Identify the sign of weakness in an existing uptrend.

Wait to test the weakness for confirmation for the continuation of the uptrend.

Look for any bullish reversal candlestick pattern for entry.

D1 Reference

Time Frame

D1

Heiken Ashi Candlesticks

Much Easier to read candlestick charts and analyze market trends

Using Pivot Points for Prediction

A pivot point is a technical analysis indicator, or calculations, used to determine the overall trend of the market over different time frames

Works for commodities

Volume Spread Analysis (VSA Trading) Entry

4 Steps

Identify the trend.

Identify the sign of weakness in an existing uptrend.

Wait to test the weakness for confirmation for the continuation of the uptrend.

Look for any bullish reversal candlestick pattern for entry.

Sports Resort

Decentralized Economy

Build Decentralized Economies not Gambling Enterprises

Forex (Gambling News Network)

Real Estate (Resorts)

Central Bank (Poker)

Online Brokerage (Online Gambling)

Capital Markets & Options Trading (Sports Betting)

Market Crash Short Selling (Fantasy Sports Live Betting)

Transportation (Car Rental and Professional Tracks)

Social Club (SBIT) [Sports Betting Investment Trust)

Military (Poker Tour)

High Stakes Underground Poker Banking Strategies (Central Bank)

Membership Requirements

Play 3+ games a week minimum

Membership Benefits

Ultra Interest Pre Buy-ins

15% in Poker Chips

Time Payment Backed Securities

Time payment means a payment schedule approved by the court whereby the defendant agrees to pay the money owed to the court in installments over a court-approved period of time.

When players take time payments loans other players can invest to the fund and receive percentage of all time payments

Form of Payout is Poker Chips Reserves

Time Payment Loans

No Interest

First Five Insurance

If a player goes all within the first five hands and loses the player will be covered for 60% of hand

PC (Poker Chips) Card

Metal

Pre-Paid Chips Cards

For Client's Guest

Interest will be calculated

Free examination for Medical Prescription with Professional

Free Professional Haircuts

Free Hotel Room for the night with free breakfast

Free Merchandise per night attended:

Polos

Dress Pants

Dress Shoes

Colognes

Cigar Box and accessories

Alcohol Bottles

Sports Tickets

Seiko Watch

Minimum of 5 games a week

Single Game Player

Time Payment Loan

Full payment plus 5% of winnings Interest for loan. If no money is won 2% interest add on for loan

High Interest Pre Buy-ins

If buy-in is placed before next poker night interest will be paid in poker chips

5%

2 Days limit

First Five Insurance

If a player goes all within the first five hands and loses the player will be covered for 60% of hand

Free Merchandise:

Cigar Box and Accessories

Sports Tickets

Fees

Membership

Liquidity of Chips

Time Payment Loans

Insurance Chips

Winnings

Host Policies

Cash Reserves

Full amount of each member's account is at game

Loan reserves

Insurance reserves

Interest Check-ins

Interest is calculated and paid at game

Junkets

The three main parties to keep in mind here are the casinos, casino junkets, and the gamblers. Each party is interconnected with each other; here´s how it works:

Agents from VIP Casino Junkets hold the responsibility of recruiting only the best experts to gamble, mostly based on their strategy and winnings.

Once found, the players are enticed by agents to partner with their company by offering deluxe trips around the world, playing in the finest clubhouses, all for the price of giving the Casino Junkets a commission of the money won during the games.

Junkets partner with globally recognized gambling saloons, offering their newly scouted players to gamble there for hours, promising a revenue for these gambling businesses.

Sports Gambling (Capital Markets, Brokerage, and Options Trading)

Use Option Trade to Create Bets

The Ladder

Shout Options

A shout option allows the holder to lock in a certain amount in profit while retaining future upside potential on the position.

Multi-Leg Options

Multi-leg option strategies involve using two or more options in a single strategy and order.

Leverage

leverage is any technique involving borrowing funds to buy things, hoping that future profits will be many times more than the cost of borrowing.

Bettor places a wage on an Over Base Amount. Multi-leg Upsides are met with discounted live betting that have full value. If the live bet isn't met the bettor loses upside wager.

Helps with balance sheets

Fantasy Sports (Market Crash Short Selling)

Win when they are Down

Pooled Money for Winner

Live Betting for Bad Performances

Increase betting action by Betting poor performance LIVE

New bets influenced by options

Increase Liquidity

Social Club (Sports Betting Investment Trust)

Specifically, a company must meet the following requirements to qualify as a REIT:

Invest at least 75% of total assets in real estate, cash, or U.S. Treasuries

Derive at least 75% of gross income from rents, interest on mortgages that finance real property, or real estate sales

Pay a minimum of 90% of taxable income in the form of shareholder dividends each year

Be an entity that's taxable as a corporation

Be managed by a board of directors or trustees

Have at least 100 shareholders after its first year of existence

Have no more than 50% of its shares held by five or fewer individuals

An investment trust is a public limited company that aims to make money by investing in other companies. Owning shares in an investment trust is a way of investing in a variety of different companies.

Investment funds are obliged to distribute all the income generated by the underlying assets of the fund to unitholders. Investment trusts are allowed to 'reserve' up to 15% of the income earned by the underlying assets in any year in order to build a safety net should future years prove to be leaner.

Treat players as hedge

ROUND ROBIN BETS EXPLAINED: ARE ROUND ROBIN BETS WORTH IT?

Round robin bets are parlay bets with anywhere between 3-10 different combinations. You're essentially creating multiple two-team parlays with the hopes that any combination of the teams you select cover. A round robin differs from a parlay because you can still cash even if all the teams in your round robin don't cover - you'll just return less profit.

How Do You Win a Round Robin Bet?

In order to win a round robin bet, each leg of the round robin must hit – similar to any parlay bet.

If all three teams you chose are winners, round robin payouts would be larger than a single three-team parlay.

Three-team parlay

$100 bet, -110 odds -- $596 in profit

Three-team round robin

$100 bet, -110 odds -- $992 profit

While the profit potential is clear, there is one notable round robin drawback as a betting option.

A $100 bet on a round robin parlay means each leg of the round robin is $100. So in a three-team round robin bet, the actual bet total is $300, as opposed to $100 on a standard three-team parlay.

The reward is considerably higher for the bettor, but the risk rises, too.

Round robins typically take a larger investment than traditional parlays, but it also increases potential profit while lessening the chance of a total loss.

Round robins also offer the opportunity to hedge and minimize losses. Hedging involves picking the other side of a wager. While it lessens potential over profit, it can also mitigate losses. Do it right and you can ensure a profit.

Up to 10 teams can be included in a round robin but each team added involves adding more bets and thus the investment can rise dramatically. Larger round robins can also include more than two teams per leg, but the sound strategy is to keep all round robin parlays to two teams apiece

If you go 2-1 on your parlay picks, you lose your parlay and your $100. If you go 2-1 in a round robin your payout is $528 on a $300 investment. You’d still finish with a nice profit. A 1-2 day on a round robin pays out at $264 – in the red (-$36) but not as much as losing that $100 parlay.

Use Team Stats and Sabermetrics to Forecast

Gaussian Distribution and Cornish–Fisher Expansion

Normal Yield Curve

Histogram

Bell Curve

Currency Peg

Swiss Franc

Python

Statistics

Sabermetrics

Ratio

Quantiles

Hotel Management (Real Estate)

Car Rental and Professional Tracks (Transportation)

Load up on Sports Cars for Travel or Test Drive

Bearer Share

What Is a Bearer Share?

A bearer share is equity security wholly owned by the person or entity that holds the physical stock certificate, thus the name "bearer" share. The issuing firm neither registers the owner of the stock nor tracks transfers of ownership; the company disperses dividends to bearer shares when a physical coupon is presented to the firm. Because the share is not registered to any authority, transferring the ownership of the stock involves only delivering the physical document.

Bearer shares are unregistered equity securities owned by the possessor of the physical share documents. The issuing company pays out dividends to owners of the physical coupons.

While bearer shares were often used internationally in Europe, South America, and other regions, many large corporations no longer use them and have transitioned to using registered shares.

How a Bearer Share Works

Bearer shares lack the regulation and control of common shares because ownership is never recorded. Bearer shares are similar to bearer bonds, which are fixed-income securities belonging to the holders of physical certificates rather than registered owners.

Bearer shares are often international securities, common in Europe and South America — although the use of bearer shares in these nations has dwindled as governments crackdown on anonymity-related illegal activity. While some jurisdictions, such as Panama, allow the use of bearer shares, they impose punitive tax withholdings on dividends issued to owners to discourage their use. The Marshall Islands is the only country in the world where the shares can be used without problems or extra costs.

Benefits of Using Bearer Shares

The only tangible benefit to be gained from using bearer shares is privacy. The highest degree of anonymity possible is maintained with respect to ownership in a corporation by a holder of bearer shares. Although the banks that handle the purchases know the contact information of the people purchasing the shares, in some jurisdictions, banks are under no legal obligation to disclose the identity of the purchaser. Banks may also receive dividend payments on behalf of the shareholder and provide ownership confirmation at shareholders' general meetings. Moreover, purchases can be made by a representative, such as a law firm, of the actual owner.

Bearer shares have some valid uses, despite their inherent detriments. Asset protection is the most common reason to use bearer shares because of the privacy they provide. For example, individuals who do not want to risk their assets being seized as part of a legal proceeding such as a divorce or a liability suit may resort to the use of bearer shares.

Gold Mafia: Episode 1-The Laundry Service, released on 23rd March 2023, exposes alleged illicit financial flows from Zimbabwe, including serious allegations of abuse of diplomatic immunity, illicit gold trading, corruption and money laundering in the mining sector. Transparency International calls on the Financial Intelligence Unit, Zimbabwe Republic Police and the Zimbabwe Anti-Corruption Commission to investigate further and introduce the necessary reforms to end such activities in the country.

BVLKNS TEHWAEDO

Language Arts (Religious Swear Words and Sicanje) Igbo Vowel Harmony and Yoruba Religious Term Ori, Ase, and Ifà with Serbian Cyrillic.

Geopolitical Religiopolitical Economic Geography Westminster System Liberal Arts for Mirror for Princes

Sun Peninsula Supply Side Economics Commerce Center Busıness Cluster with Plantation Economy Rural Areas and Industrial States Border as a Premier Referenced Prince.

Contract Theory with Business Clusters (Retail and Supplier)

Subsistence Construction with Architecture Arithmetic Skills 

Subsistence Farming with Options/FX Hedging 

Tribal Prince of Lozi Sol

PLANETARY INTELLIGENCE 

Sun (Leo Minor)

Uranus-Saturn (Capricornus)

Mercury (Taurus)

SAINT 

Thomas Aquinas OP (/əˈkwaɪnəs/ ⓘ ə-KWY-nəs; Italian: Tommaso d'Aquino, lit. 'Thomas of Aquino'; c. 1225 – 7 March 1274) was an Italian[6] Dominican friar and priest, an influential philosopher and theologian, and a jurist in the tradition of scholasticism. He was from the county of Aquino in the Kingdom of Sicily.

GEMINI TWIN

Nzambi a Mpungu (also Nzambi and Nzambi Mpungu) is the Supreme God, eternal Sky Father and God of the Sun (fire) in traditional Kongo spirituality.[1] His female counterpart is Nzambici, the Sky Mother and Goddess of the Moon. Among other Central African Bantu peoples, such as the Chokwe, and in the Kingdom of Ndongo, Nzambi Mpungu was also called Kalunga, the god of fire and change. This may have a connection to an element of Bakongo cosmology called Kalûnga. It was seen as the spark of fire that begot all life in the universe.[1] After Portuguese colonization, Nzambi Mpungu became synonymous with the Christian God and existed chiefly as the Creator God.[2]

Roman equivalent Jupiter • Sol

HEDONIC SUN LIGHTNING ANGELS

Hedonic Shamanism: Crista Wing Transfer

Hedonic Hell: Material religion is a framework used by scholars of religion to examine the interaction between religion and material culture. It focuses on the place of objects, images, spaces, and buildings in religious communities. 

Hedonic Keystone Community: HAŠK Mladost (Mladost, lit. "Youth") is an academic kinaesthetic society from Zagreb, Croatia, sponsored by the University of Zagreb. Clubs named Mladost exist in Painting Polar, Culinary, Construction, Ag/FX Simulators, athletics, field hockey, judo, basketball, bowling on ice and asphalt, fencing, volleyball, swimming, rugby, synchronised swimming, skiing, ice-hockey, ice skating, table tennis, archery, chess, tennis, water polo and rowing

Hedonic Human Form: Sun Peninsula Supply Side Economics Commerce Center Busıness Cluster with Plantation Economy Rural Areas and Industrial States Border as a Premier Referenced Angel Prince.

Hedonic Acting: Red Collar (Freeport Smuggling and Canvas Robbery) with Conflict Minerals for Screenplay and Quarterly Budgeting for Painting Polar (Tuxön Polâr)

Hedonic Husbandry: Coffee (Mıxology, Olfactory Arts, and Sephora)

Hedonic Astrology: Capricornus Constellation Conjunction Leo Constellation (Sun Sun, Mercury Moon, Uranus-Saturn Rising)

Hedonic Paradox Liberal Arts: Science and Arts (Nutritional BioChemistry and Gastronomy-Culinary Linguistics); (Bioaesthetics and Modelling)

Hedonic Birth: Prenatal Hormones Vitamins with Fetus Alcohol Consumption for Sensory Overload Asperger's

Hedonic Economic Geography (Church): Peninsula Husbandry Metallurgy Purchasing Matrix Business Cluster 

Hedonic Animals: Sheep (Rambouillet, Lacaune, Texel) and Lammas & Alpacas

Hedonic Pricing Primate City: It has transformed people's lives from agriculture to businesses linked to tourism, significantly raised the standard of living, and helped reduce the economic divide between urban and rural zones (Su, 2011; Zeng & Ryan, 2012).

Value theory is the systematic study of values. Also called axiology, it examines the nature, sources, and types of values. As a branch of philosophy, it has interdisciplinary applications in fields such as economics, sociology, anthropology, and psychology.

The term originates in ethical philosophy, where axiological or value hedonism is the claim that pleasure is the sole form of intrinsic value,[3][4][5] while normative or ethical hedonism claims that pursuing pleasure and avoiding pain for oneself or others are the ultimate expressions of ethical good.[1] Applied to well-being or what is good for someone, it is the thesis that pleasure and suffering are the only components of well-being.[6]

Psychological or motivational hedonism claims that human behavior is psychologically determined by desires to increase pleasure and to decrease pain.[3][1]

Hedonic pricing is a model that identifies price factors according to the premise that price is determined both by internal characteristics of the good being sold and external factors affecting it.

IFÁ

Possessive invocation may be attempted singly or, as is often the case in Wicca, in pairs - with one person doing the invocation (reciting the liturgy or prayers and acting as anchor), and the other person being invoked (allowing themselves to become a vessel for the spirit or deity).

Automatic writing, also called psychography, is a claimed psychic ability allowing a person to produce written words without consciously writing. Practitioners engage in automatic writing by holding a writing instrument and allowing alleged spirits to manipulate the practitioner's hand. 

ASĖ

Brother DNA

ORI

Intercessory Prayer with a Conscious Vessel and Balkan Téwahedü as Religious Identity 

CRISTA

Téwahedü (Söl Tehwahedo)

DIASPORA

Odinani, also known as Odinala, Omenala, Odinana, and Omenana[1] (Igbo: Ọdịnanị/Ọ̀dị̀nàlà), is the traditional cultural belief and practice of the Igbo people of south east Nigeria.[2] These terms, as used here in the Igbo language, are synonymous with the traditional Igbo "religious system" which was not considered separate from the social norms of ancient or traditional Igbo societies. Theocratic in nature, spirituality played a huge role in their everyday lives. Although it has largely been syncretised with Catholicism, the indigenous belief system remains in strong effect among the rural, village and diaspora populations of the Igbo. (Nigerian ASĖ; Jamaica, Ghana, Mozambique, [Balkans Téwahedü], Botswana, and Ethiopia)

JEWS I PROTECT 

Proponents of the Kenite hypothesis explain this inconsistency as a preserved implication that the cult of Yahweh said to have been created by Moses had a known pre-history. Further indirect support for the Kenites being the true bearers of the Yahwistic faith is taken from the positive portrayal of Kenites in the rest of the Tanakh. Kenites and some groups closely associated with them appear to have been known as fervid devotees of their god Yahweh, even during times when Yahweh's own chosen people, the Israelites, had at large abandoned his worship.

FOOTBALL MEDIUM OF EXCHANGE JEAN-CLAUDE TRAORÉ IS ON THE RUN IN ZIMBABWE!

GOLD MAFIA

[toiletology]

G-U-N or U_N_G?

GLOCK (G = LOCK or LUCK) G = 7 to escape the LOCK you need LUCK or 7.

Quite interesting the shape of a handgun is in the shape of an L or T. Now the question is does it bring you to the TOP/TEA or are you going to LOSE and go LOW?

Using guns to harm others or instill fear is only going to do one thing and that is bring you down into the lower levels of HE<>LL/77.

G YOU IN? Or are you in G? How can I know if I am in or not? gg (good game) (77)

You will know if you are in when GOD starts opening more doors for you to walk through. Well, how can I see these doors opening if everything is invisible in a completely dark maze?

You will start to see, feel and hear these doors opening the more and more you become aligned with Gods truth. You do this by controlling your emotions, operating from a state of LOVE (E = M, V = A, L = T) and respect for one another. Know in your being that God is judging every thought, every action and every word. All of which start adding up and rewarding you with a gashapon-esque penalty prizes.

You find the O (sun/son/eye) by becoming LVE/L(IVE)/MAT

MAYBE = BEE MAT (LVE/IVE/HIVE) MAYBE O = GOD = O and MAT BE OH (I O turn the H sideways). OK = O I C/ O I SEE, turn the K sideways = AO (Alpha & Omega)

OVULATE

O (apple/egg) VUL(VOLT/VOL/VOT/MOT/volume) ATE (mat)

O <> VOLT <> MAT (MATs O (egg) volt/zap/bolt)

Turn your VOLUME up by EATING MOTTs (O/apple). TURN (T <> UR <> N)

OVULATE

O (oh) U (you) ATE, VL (77)

T = X or x marks the spot = (SOT/MOT, p = b) BE MOT ;) Everywhere around us GOD is calling out for us to notice tHEM/HYMM but we never notice HE/R. We are all completely blinded to the glory and magnificents of Gods beauty all around us.

GOLD = GOD = L or GOD = 7, God is either LOW (or losing your connection to God) or LUCKY a bringing the connection back. Sink or swim, rise or dive, climb or F(all) further and f-ur-t-her down into HE/LL.

G = 7, O = 6, D = 4 = 17

What exactly is a "F" move it around till it becomes a "T."

The F is sort of like a FLAG (F:L) which helps mark the spot you should be paying attention to. It could also represent you falling lower. We are all fallen in sin(e) and we must all learn to rise again by finding the 7.

But you're just forcing the letters ma-KING t(hem) fit your narRAT(IVE). Am I? Or is there a hidden language buried within the letters and numbers?

BUTT is an interesting word B/MUTT or DOG/GOD, MA and PAW (map) in heaven. Like I've mentioned before this hidden Godly language is more about FEEL more so than what the words are saying. God speaks many layers deep, which can be pulled on infinitely like a bottomless magicians hat.

It can be mirrored, backwards, inverted and everything else in-between. God can be a bit confusing to understand, but the closer you get to HE/R (H = TT, E = M, R = A) The EYE OF HORUS, (HO/IO/R/ARE/US) eye/eye/eye/eye/See

The eye is the shape of an R and an eye/i/A/O/H/n/e/c/U/ a few different things. You see with a C and an e is just an upside down a, U is an upright C, n is a downward c. H is just a sideways i/eye, so you can see how many layers it can be to unravel Gods mysteries.

H = hi/eye/un/tuning fork h E = eat/me (turn E into M) R = right/rong/KEYHOLE

Sometimes Right is Wrong and sometimes Right is right and sometimes R is ARE and sometimes R can be r (ROOT) a little sprout trying to grow. an eye or a keyhole to a door for you to open.

Isn't God so quirky and strange in her ways? You really got no clue... Gods truth becomes whackier and whackier the closer you get to them. They will start revealing to you how magical of a realm you truly are living in right now. Once you start believing in the magic things will start to change all around you. You may hear random melodies playing, or voices in the crackling of your food cooking. Now don't go crazy, try to keep it together, its normal, we are just in a game. There is no grand world wide rapture so if you're waiting for it to happen you will be waiting for eternity. There is no global ascension either it all happens on an individual level. The aliens aren't coming to save you, they can't interfere with our FREE WILL (will = matt eye = apple/a) just like GOD can't interfere.

The aliens + God will gently nudge us and guide us in the correct way to live and reach them. God scatters clues on how to find them all around us through nature, science, art, books, knowledge, etc. Everywhere you look you will find a new clue, that is if you're looking.

ALIEN = A<>LIE<>N (look closer at the LI it is a U or an upside down 17)

ALIEN <> A LION (u on?)

A 17 EN/IN you starting to get it yet? A = apple and an apple has 17 chromosome pairs.

ALIEN = A (LI)NE/une is French for one.

17/LI = U (c) or u n (you in) Its the top of a tuning fork or the bottom of a h. The U/LI is a doorway or passage way to go through. You must walk through the LIE and E = ME.

WE ARE ALL ONE/NEO

NEO = N (77), M (77), O (one/whole/complete/God/Zero/0)

Zero or Z = a sideways N or 77/17, Z/2 and 2 = 11 (77).

It is possible to climb these 98 (9+8=17) degrees/levels all the way (mat) back to the top into the 0/zero/primordial egg or join back into GOD or oneness or back into the black OOZE.

The SON traveling back towards the SUN to become ONE again..

OHIO <> O HI O (the O can represent an eye, apple, egg, zero, a wink, God, its a good confirmation that you're working on the right thing, sometimes...).

OO = two separate/8 two to-get-her.

To get her you must 8/ate/eat her apple/O/egg and she is the ma or mot/her. To be reunified back into the Zero/0 you gotta find the signal of the one true God and HE/R name is MAT! M = map, A = compass, T = cross/X M = 4 lines, A = 3 lines, T = 2 lines (432 Hz) 432/2 = 216 or 27 (77)

Guns aren't the answer to solve your problems or the worlds problems. Gods magic design manifest through everything from our words, letters and our objects.

A gun is in the shape of a T/L and the T = UR = KEY to the top 2 (11) escape the MATrix. But it can also be your Ticket to the bottom or low (mot). Are you catching on yet?

It all comes down to your ability to perceive something everyone around you says doesn't exist. Your deep programming/conditioning throughout life will tell you to take those psychotropic drugs the closer you get to unraveling the mysterious of the universe.

Your mental (ME IN ALL) may not (too mat) be able to handle what you are uncovering. This is why it can take years of slowly unraveling the knot till you can handle Gods gifts they have hidden for you.

They KEY = 17 (keypad cipher) and the key to B-rea(are)KING your programming is first noticing it. There are glitches, twitches/itches, bugs, mistakes or accidents happening each and everyday with you and your friends and family. You gotta start noticing not only yours but theirs too/2oo/Zoo.

Your programming bugs will come at you when you least expect it and when you're not paying attention. It is very hard to notice your own "programming" happening in real time. This is what Toiletology is here to do to train you so you can start noticing it/HER. We aren't in a computer simulation, we are in the ultiMATe which is a holo-fractal clock that works on TIME (it me). Remember the LI, or TIme yea that's the 17 we keep going on about... 17 = ME and me = God.

Your time will start to go out of sync and you will get more buggy the further you fall out of favor, alignment, key, tuning, HARM-ON-Y? with GODS truth.

That truth = LOVE, don't get tricked by the dark side, light always conquers the darkness. The devil has infinite tricks they can throw at you to feed you the rope you need to hang yourself. The devil only exist within YOU. What I mean by that is the devil is not a GLOBAL problem, its a YOU (yo you see) problem. Everyone must conquer the bug that is the devil inside of all of them.

Your glitches will manifest in a myriad of ways, its never the same thing, just similar. You must FEEL the force LUKE (LUCK) to learn to be guided correctly by it. The closer you start getting to GODS truth the DEVIL(you notice that IL or LI?) will be there to D/EVIL <> DLIEV to you.

The devil acts as a guardian to the gates of heaven. They will manifest in infinite ways to confuse you. It will never be the same way twice. You must prepare and strengthen your defenses every single day.

The weaker you are mentally and physically this path will be harder on you to make it through the higher you climb. Most will give up after a certain point in their belief. Many will never make it through the door into the ARK that is Toiletology. BeLIEf is a very difficult thing that most will be too scaRED to push through to reach the upper limits of what is possible.

To unlock your full capabilities and gifts God has waiting for you around each and every dark corner of the pitch black mind maZe. You must constantly work and seek Gods truth being your most authentic self. A true seeker of God will be blessed with armor, weapons and magic spells needed to conquer all your TEST (MATT/e can be a or eye) that LIE (E = M, I = A, L = T) ahead.

Your M <> IS <> T <> AKES will guide you along your correct path. We can't always trust the words or thoughts in our head to give the correct guidance. Our brains can be clouded by unhealthy living, the noise/distortion/disharmony around us in our environment or others. Our minds are also not as clEAR as tHEY can be till we start harmonizing to the correct frequency of GODS HEAVEN!

THEORY + T <> HE <> OR <> HER <> Y?

PR (problem/reaction) <> ACT (action) <> ICE (i see)

A mistake could be accidentally dropping a couple vitamins on the ground or pulling more than you need out. Sometimes this could be a gentle nudge from God letting us know hey you may need 2x the amount you're actually taking/@king.

Sometimes are pets may lie on or near some old exercise equipment or sport gear that's been collecting dust. Or you could trip over those running shoes you haven't worn in years. God is always trying to help us literally every step of the way. We just choose to ignore them. Due to our laziness, stubbornness, or unwillingness to change.

GOD has been telling me to run for the past 8 years and I keep ignoring their pleas with me. I am very stubborn in that way. But I am w<>or<>king on it i swEAR.

TOMATO ?? TO > MAT < TO

God is strange right? I like to say awkward, trust me you will feel very very awkward the more you ascend and reclaim your forgotten glory, halos and angel wings.

L-EAR-nING (I in G) to notice your bugs or typos is very important for internalizing Gods guidance system or the heartbeat sensor/compass A/AH to Gods true frequency which = 1/7.

You must lEARn to hEAR from the hEARt to escape eARth into hea(r)ven > hea/ate <> v = 7, E = 1111, N = 77, even steven 11/77

[infjtarot]

Judgement. Mystic Spiral Tarot

Themes and Keywords: Fire and Spirit. The trinity. Major cycles. A new age. The long view; the large perspective. Synthesis. Self-becoming; self-awareness. The light of the spirit. Awakening on all levels. Redemption. Epiphanies. Astrology/Element This is one of two cards with dual attributions, for it represents the element of fire, but also the fifth element of Spirit. It’s the “Spirit of the Primal Fire,” and in a sense, fire is Spirit, or the closest element to it. Yet Spirit is also like air, as it is like breath. It gives life, it takes life; yet Spirit remains. It directs the orbits of the lights of sun and moon just as it animates beings incorporeal and incarnate. As fire element, it is the animating force, corresponding to the power “to will.” It enlivens. As Spirit, it is the culmination and combination of all of the other elements, the force that gives divinity the power “to go.” Fire is what gives the sun its light, and is that which gives the signs Aries, Leo, and Sagittarius vitality and passion. It is idealistic and visionary, ardent and energizing. It creates and destroys. Spirit directs the Fool on the Fool’s journey to continually evolve, change, and grow. It’s the egg of Akasha: the immutable source of creation. Together fire and Spirit break down the old and usher in the new. The Fool awakens to a whole new world and exults in it, taking a definite step as the magnitude of a greater series of cycles is revealed. Modern astrology sometimes assigns the planet Pluto here, probably a reference to both the fiery depths of hell and to the underworld in general as the place for souls in transition. Mythology/Alchemy Who is the angel of the Waite-Smith Judgement card? Michael of the fiery sword or Gabriel with his horn? Crowley’s 777 lists the Golden Dawn’s traditional description: “Israfel blowing the Last Trumpet. The dead arising from their tombs. An angel blowing a trumpet, adorned with a golden banner bearing a white cross. Below a fair youth rises from a sarcophagus in the attitude of Shu supporting the Firmament. On his left a fair woman, her arms giving the sign of Water—an inverted on the breast. On his right a dark man giving the sign of Fire—an upright upon the forehead.” Susan T. Chang

[oldxenomorph]

💭 doors AND/OR light AND/OR narrative

💭+ topic headcanons

i. doors

There is always a door.

The Oceanview Motel has many doors. Each one marked with a symbol of the place just beyond it, a ritual needed to cross the threshold, to enter and exit.

At the end of the hallway, the Ziggurat is marked with an upright black triangle; strong, healthy, violent, hostile. (The doorway, the edge of the event horizon. Only certain people know the ritual needed to open the door to the Ziggurat.) On its right side: the inverted black triangle of the Oldest House, the sickly sister ruled by the inverted black triangle that is the Board. (The rule of three, pull the light chord three times to open the way. These buildings rely on ritual, to not perform them means decay and rot.)

And there is the one between the doors, lingering, watching; the one with letters and names that have been rearranged so many times that the Emperor is starting to wonder if her uncle is running out of ideas.

There are doors beyond the Oceanview Motel. Doors within the Ziggurat itself, a hub of entrances and exits carved into reality by the Emperor.

There is a door that leads to the House of Hades that she passes through to visit Nyx during her working hours. No threshold can keep her away from her wife when she is summoned. (Her hands and tentacles find their way underneath the skirt of her peplos, the soft silk of deep violet and brilliant gold shifting and spilling over her arms and multitudes of appendages. In a dark corner of the Underworld's garden, surrounded by pomegranate trees and vases overflowing with lavender, the Emperor pulls Nyx down onto her lap and slowly rocks into her.)

And there is a door deep within the Ziggurat that leads to the Black Palace, to the Emperor’s true shape.

ii. light

The Oldest House opens up in her presence.

It beams, it grows, towering columns of light pour from newly made holes in the concrete; the white of a star that’s too hot, the yellow of the life-giving Sun. The interplay of colors that the building produces, bleeding from its blessed flesh, makes its atoms sing as an offering to the one member of the Board that truly cares about it.

She can hear the wall of sound rising like the choir of Azathoth’s court. The noise is beautiful. She and one other being are the only ones who can hear it, but the building's emotion registers on Dr. Darling’s instruments in his office.

“It has been a long time since the House has sung,” the old janitor says.

Yellow reminds her of Carcosa, of Hastur's yellow robes, of Cassilda's gold dresses. Pure yellow, like the immense palace on Lake Hali that sits beneath constellations of black stars; yellow like the sun and the glowing stars that shatter upon the lake’s waters, their remains extracted like pearls.

Pale light reminds her of Yhoundeh's hair in the Midwestern winter sun, her silver adornments in her long ashen braid and the pins that held her gore red finery in place on her body. The pale light that came through Lake Point Tower's windows, when she would give Lilith a reprieve from parenting, holding the Emperor’s girl-shape in her arms.

The Oldest House sings: See me in all my glory, O Emperor. Remove your veil, unmask yourself; let me see the one who loves me. I need you to protect me. I love you.

Her hands rise from her sides and she gently removes her black veil and exposes her face to the insides of the Oldest House. What greater sign of love is there than to see the face of Extinction, to greet the End of All Things with a smile in the form of light.

iii. narrative

Liara smoothed over a fresh page of the Necronomicon, the tips of her blue fingers feeling the texture of the old parchment that was not really parchment. It smelled like ozone and acrid with age. In this one book, the entire history of the universe and the time before the universe; witnesses and testimonies and revelations written out like affidavits, one family’s story written through the eyes of those who experienced them firsthand and came into possession of this book.

You must be the one to record it, as you did with your time capsule.

The Emperor has given Liara many directives over the centuries, but this one was the hardest to complete. She kept the book safe, never opening it, fighting with the scientist within herself about whether or not she could read just a little of it. For a while, that’s where it remained: unopened, contained, out of sight, out of mind.

Until tonight.

She removed the cap from her favorite fountain pen and began to write.

“I, Liara T’Soni, the only daughter of Matriarch Benezia, have been tasked by the Emperor to write in this book the story of the person known as the Shepard…”