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hanafubukki · 2 years ago

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Silver's Flower Bouquet Meaning

Twst Bdays Flower Language Masterlist

*stares at the title* You have no idea how much I just want to put Silver Vanrouge as the title of this post. You have no Idea, I might still go back and do it. He is Silver Vanrouge in my heart and will always will be (or whatever combination of last names he takes up in the future).

Just as a precaution, I will be adding possible theories along the way and will be mentioning book 7 too and other cards that have been released, so heed spoilers for book 7 and cards that might have not released yet. I swear Diasomia just makes my mind go brr and I have no chill at all (or limit on word count).

This card is literally everything and more when it comes to Silver. We get his rare expressions and I love it. His fond smile that he has for family and then the surprised look he has in the groovy is perfect.

As with the other Birthday cards in twst, we can see the progress in each character (especially their relationship with MC). We can see how each one basically goes through a character development, and surely Silver is going through one as well.

For someone who has always had trouble with his emotions, it really comes out when it deals with those he loves. As we see in Endless Halloween, when he got mad at Lilia, as is rightly deserved. In book 7, we see a variety of emotions, but mostly sadness again due to Lilia. Other events include, masquerade and fair gala if. Otherwise, he always has a straight forward, nice, and truthful manner to the surprise of the NRC student 😂😂

A part of me theorizes that this is due to the fact that Lilia taught him to be such a way. He raised Silver to be someone who is the total opposite of him: someone without blood on his hands, someone who does not have to kill, someone with a family, who is not corrupt, and the list goes on. The opposite of what Lilia never was and never will be. We can also see how Silver has light symbolism while Lilia has dark as well. (I swear I had the perfect line thought up but then mind went blank because I got distracted, damnit).

Yes, Silver is Malleus' guard, but a part of me believe that Lilia thought Silver will be protected by Malleus and Sebek. After all, a human is only so powerful. That is also why Lilia trained Silver and Sebek the way he did.

Now to go back to the point about Silver always being truthful, Fae in many lore cannot lie. Hence, they are masters in manipulation and can twist words to their advantage. I believe that was why Silver was raised to be truthful because Fae cannot and look down on those who try to do so with them. (I mean, can we ever say Sebek has not been truthful?)

Also the last name aspect, names have power in Fae lore so that could be a reason why Silver doesn't have a last name (A father must protect his son after all, be him human or not). Another reason is that Lilia didn't want Silver to have the burden that comes with the name of "Vanrouge" even though we know Silver would be proud to have it. Plus, we don't know who SIlver's true family is and I believe Lilia did not want to take that option away from Silver. Let Silver decide his last name when the time comes. Let him be truly unbiased in choosing his name.

Let's try and not think about the insecurities that Silver might have faced (and still does) when he realized that he had no last name and Lilia did not give him his and can he be selfish to ask more of Lilia when he gave him so much already? Though Silver's heart probably still breaks because ...does Lilia consider him family when he won't give him his last name...anyways let's continue on before I got down that endless vortex.

When I first looked at Silver's bouquet, it reminded me of a wedding bouquet because of all the white. But given that white is usually seen as a color that depicts innocence, pure, and so forth. It fits Silver pretty well. He is the light in the darkness. The light among the dark fae.

Like with Malleus' Bouquet card, Twst has once again made some interesting moves. They are releasing Book 7 part 3 at the end of May. Which can signify what may come and how Silver may play a role. This goes to show that Malleus and Silver does have parallels as we've saw with Malleus Bouquet card and Silver Dorm card being released in the same month. Another commonality is both being raised by Lilia as well and whom is loved dearly by these two. (and Sebek is in the middle of family drama lol)

As we saw with Malleus' bouquet, his cards attributes are similar to Idia's. With Idia being Silver's Duo (which is surpassing because its a repeat I believe?), it stresses the role Ignihyde will play in book 7. I mean we've all seen Ortho's new card right? It already begins.

Now, lets talk about Flowers 🌺💚🌺💚

[As usual, my disclaimer from before stands, flowers have many different meanings depending on region and color, so the meanings I have might differ from the meanings you know.]

Flower Colors (general meaning):

Green Flowers: Health, resilience, good fortune, and youth. It goes to say that these traits fit Silver perfectly.

White Flowers: True love, purity, innocence, sympathy. As someone with Aurora's characteristics and being raised the way he was, these flowers (and the bouquet as a whole) fits Silver perfectly.

Bouquet:

White Rose: Reverence, remembrance, homage to a new start and expresses hope for a new future, devotion and innocence. The white rose has a special place in my heart because we see it in Lilia's Groom and Birthday bouquet card. The fact that we see this flower in Silver's card gives it new meaning as well as represents Lilia in Silver's bouquet. (Actually, there are two other flowers that show up in Silver's bouquet that was in Lilia's bouquet. The love and parallels between father and son has my heart I swear.) Another thing to note, in many asian cultures White represents purity and grief as that is a color you use in funerals. Now, does that represent Lilia or Silver? Only time will tell.

White Tulips: Lost love, forgive me, forgiveness, respect, purity and honor. This flower has a loaded meaning and can represent many aspects of Book 7. It could talk about SIlver's parents or Lilia, could talk about an act yet to be made, and as seen, it has many traits that symbolize Silver as well.

Gardenias: Purity, divine, awareness, and gentleness. Silver has the title of Knight of Dreams so this could be a hint at his Unique Magic.

Evergreen Candytuft: Indifference and stoicism but could also mean joy, beauty, and sweetness. This flower symbolizes the difficulties Silver faces. He had trouble expressing himself and sometimes comes off as indifferent or lacking emotion. In his Dorm card, he tries to change that. On the other hand, this flower also shows the qualities we all already know about him: his beauty and how prince like he is. One of the uses of this flower that I found that was funny to me was that they often use this flower to combat heartburn. Lilia complained about stomach issues in the fireworks event and I don't doubt that Lilia's cooking can cause...acid.

White Carnation: Love, good luck, purity, devotion, mother's love (well, it was woman's love to be put exactly) and pure affection. This is another flower that is also in Lilia's Bouquet. So we can say this flower represents Lilia's love for Silver, especially with the meaning of "mother's love." This flower also has my heart because of the recent Twst radio talk where the VA's state that Lilia is both the mother and father to the Diasomnia boys. White flowers in Japan can also represents mothers as well. I headcanon that Lilia gave this flower to Silver.

Crystallofolia: Its also called Frost flower. These flowers form during the winter on the stems. You can sometimes see them in autumn as well. Fun fact, you can see imagery of these flowers in greek art as well.

White Peonies: Shame, shyness, and apology. good luck, prosperity, also know as the ‘king of flower in Japan’ and is known for bravery and honor. Peonies can last over a hundred years, often outliving the ones who planted them. This is another flower that was also in Lilia's bouquet. We can see how the meanings can apply to both Lilia and Silver. Silver for Bravery and Honor. Lilia and how he might have possibly lived longer than Silver at one point, now we don't know how much longer he has left. Shame because Silver wanted to be there by his father's side but he couldn't because Lilia is emotionally stubborn. Another headcannon I have is that Silver would plant this flower for Lilia, so Lilia would always remember him as well as Malleus and Sebek (I doubt any of the Diasomnia boys would ever forget Silver but the symbolism remains). It's a living reminder of Silver after hundreds of years and the mark he left behind in their hearts and they can continue to see and remember him fondly through it.

Jasmine: Love, beauty, innocence, new beginnings, victory, hope, and abundance. The constant 'new beginning" meanings makes me wonder if this is referring to his heritage and Silver being a prince from an opposing kingdom theory (or any theory in which he's a prince honestly).

Random Fact: Anniversaries could also be considered, since its the 3rd bdays for all the boys, their flower will be Sunflower: strength be well, happiness, male healing, confidence, self-esteem, assertiveness. Sounds just like them, doesn’t it?

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george228732 · 9 months ago

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A little fun fact about my AU here since AU Posting is busy.

You know that in several art pieces, I used Film Tape symbolism? My AU, basically can be interpreted as a theater play, in which the outcome is always a bad ending.

In context, Cosmounse made the script that way, and Fylass wants to rewrite the part of the script that's not written yet, based on countless other scripts he managed to see in back stage (Note, this is not literal, just an interpretation of certain outcomes based on that idea since the AU was partly written with that interpretation in mind, that's why in my fic, the names of the chapters are from other stories or plays).

Which for it, means that Fylass helped in changing the ending, with the help of the others, reason on why some parts of my AU seem to be very fitting in the context of a play. I made jokes about Fylass "Undooming the Doomed narrative" but it's not really that much of a joke, which pretty much implies that if no one had done anything or be made aware of what was happening, my AU would've always ended up in a hypothetical Bad Ending.

Besides the religious take on it that's basically what happened in the Garden of Eden with Fylass being Lucifer, and Adam and Eve being the ones he loves. The Apple is the "Forbidden Knowledge" so in this context is basically The Truth and yet another reason why Fylass' main color is Red.

It kinda goes along with the lines of Fylass hating Magolor! Just that in Magolor's case, He's both Jesus and Judas, but in Fylass' case, God and the Devil are one and the same, since at the end of the day, you can figure out he has both roles. Fylass did bring down the Pardus Clan with him, like how Lucifer brought down Adam and Eve, but also in Popstar he tries to take the role of a messiah figure to save 4 people, also why Crowned Fylass both takes inspiration from the bible and pagan holidays, with the main one being Walpurgisnacht (Witches Night).

Also for more parallels, Walpurgisnacht was a celebration for the person "Saint Walpurga" who seemingly kept the witches away from the masses and healed the sick, not too dissimilar from how Fylass behaves with the Dream Team and Wave Three. And last but not least, it was rumored that Saint Walpurga was a witch herself, and the reason why Fy is a basilisk, which are creatures that are kings of serpents, fire, and usually come from Hell.

Now Niru

Niru, for the ones that don't know, is Void Termina when Kirby was still part of him, being the body that surrounds Void's Soul. He is often associated with Water, but specifically fluids in general, since he's meant to be something that flows as time passes. He gave impurities and some darkness to his creations to truly enforce free will, but overall, he was sad seeing his creations be sad over these things and knowing that if they believe in god, they would be begging for them to cleanse their sorrows, so at one point, he regretted his decision and started to slowly consume those impurities himself, being something like, carry the burden of others upon himself, but eventually this made him lose himself in corruption and became Void Termina.

Before he was sealed though a part that wasn't corrupted by the Darkness was separated from him and became Kirby, while the Darkness that got loose in battle became 0, who can reincarnate constantly thanks to Niru's impurities.

At the end of the AU, both parts reunite, and Kirby swears that he, along with the others will help him carry the burden and cleanse him of his Impurities, something they achieve.

In terms of Motifs, if Fylass' motifs are religious, Niru's are Cosmic.

Normally, when a Star gathers insane amounts of energy, they explode and become supernovas, a thing that parallels Niru but instead of Exploding, he gets consumed by a Black Hole he did himself.

Also the fact that he's based on Owls, being Night Birds, and Lovecraftian Entities, specially Cthulhu, who belong to Cosmic Horror.

He also shares a motif with time and a play along with Fylass and Cosmounse

If Fylass is the Pendulum and the script writer, and Cosmounse is the hands and the Director, Niru is the Hours and the Play itself, or rather, he's the End Roll.

Also he's based on The Happy Prince

#fylass #niru termina #kirby au #lore drop #kirby #kirby series #magolor

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feyhunter78 · 1 year ago

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I NEED THE NEXT PART OF PINK PASTELS 😿😿

Ask and ye shall receive, my love

Pink Pastels Pt 32

Description: You have to fess up to your boss about your relationship with Miguel, and afterwards come home to a rather heartwarming sight. Part 33

It’s awkward, sitting in front of your principal, hand folded in your lap as you wait for him to digest the information, you’re giving him.

His office is decorated for Christmas, brightly colored tinsel strewn about, a papier-mâché snowman on the corner of his desk. Your own room is also decorated, though you tried to include all the winter holidays, so it was less cohesive, more of a menagerie of festive colors and symbols.

“So, your relationship with Mr. O’Hara has progressed to marriage?” He asks carefully, his hands steepled, a tan cardigan over his shoulders.

“Yes, I wanted to keep you updated since I know this could become a conflict of interest.” You tell him, your fingers laced tightly together.

“I mean, Ms. Y/N, this is a conflict of interest, there’s no way you can prove you won’t favor Gabriella now that you’re her stepmom.”

Your shoulders slump. “I know, but I swear I’ve never treated her or any of my other students differently from each other, and if you move her now—the year is half-way over, it wouldn’t make any sense.”

Mr. Eddie sighs heavily, massaging his temples. “I don’t want to move her from your class, she’s clearly thriving, but… Okay, how about this, can you promise me that you’ll keep your relationship away from the kids and their parents until the school year is over?”

You nod excitedly. “Yes, absolutely.”

He sighs again, shuffling the paperwork on his desk. “Be careful y/n, I don’t want this to blow back on either of us.”

You nod again, solemnly this time. “I will, I promise.”

He dismisses you from his office, and you walk back to your classroom, anxiety clogging your throat.

You toy with the daisy pendant around your neck, the same one Gabi and Miguel gave you months ago at the zoo, as you enter your classroom and begin to pack up your stuff. You know you’re going to have to tell Gabi that she has to be careful, and that you can’t take her to and from school or let her eat lunch in your room when she’s feeling sad anymore, and it’s going to crush her.

As you trudge to your car, you pull out your phone, and press Miguel’s contact, pulling your winter coat further around you.

He picks up on the second ring, his warm voice settling over you like a thick blanket.

“We have to be careful; I can’t dote on Gabi like I usually do; people will find out, and they’ll have to move her from my class, and I just know she’s going to be heartbroken and I just…” You slump into the driver’s seat of your car and rest your head on the steering wheel. “Maybe this was a mistake.”

The line goes silent for a moment, then Miguel speaks. “Maybe what was a mistake?” His voice is eerily calm, and it sends a shiver of fear down your spine.

“Maybe it was a mistake to tell Eddie, or maybe we should’ve held off on the wedding until summer.” You answer, tears collecting on your lashes.

Miguel hums in response, sounding much more like his normal self. “You said it yourself; the guilt would eat you alive if you didn’t tell him.”

You let out a deep, shaky breath. “Yeah, that’s true.”

“And you wanted a winter wedding, wanted it to be snowing when we left the courthouse.” He reminds you, his tone colored with fondness.

You let your mind drift back, two weeks ago when you, Miguel, Gabi, Monica, and Brett bustled into the courthouse, a bouquet of red roses and baby’s breath clutched in your hands.

Sure, you wanted a big wedding, but you wanted to keep your job more, so you put on a tastefully scandalous wedding gown you and Monica had found, and stood in front of the judge, Miguel’s hands in yours.

The big party could come later, all you and him wanted was to be bound together forever, as soon as possible. The ceremony was a blur, and truly all you remembered was the flash of the camera as you and Gabi held up her adoption papers naming you as her mother, her real mother.

That and the way the snow fell as you ran out, Miguel’s large hand engulfing yours, his broad back swathed in black, snowflakes dusting his dark hair. He looked over his shoulder at you, his smile so bright it was blinding, his eyes filled with adoration and pure joy, and you were struck with a singular thought. This is how someone who loves you looks at you.

Not just with annoyance or lust, not with mild contempt or boredom. Not as if you’re an object for him to use for his own pleasure. You’re precious and priceless, worthy of love and respect, of pure devotion.

“I did, and it was beautiful.” You smile, wiping under your eyes and starting up your car.

“Why don’t you let me handle Gabi, and you focus on getting home safe?” He suggests, soothingly.

“Would you?”

He chuckles. “I’d do anything for you, cariño, you know that.”

You both say your goodbyes and hang up, the sound of the radio filling your car as you drive home carefully, mindful of the incoming snowstorm. Part of you hope it’ll snow so hard school will be cancelled, but you live in Neuva York, the chances of that are very low.

You pull into your apartment building, waiting for the gate to open, humming along to the songs on the radio. You travel up the parking garage until you pull into your parking spot and enter the building.

It’s warm in the building, and you begin to unzip your jacket as the elevator climbs to your floor. Stepping out, you take a moment to steel yourself before entering you and Miguel’s apartment.

The smell of clementines and hot chocolate envelops you when you open the door, the sound of Christmas cartoons floating in from the living room. You shut the door quietly and shrug off your boots, before hanging up your coat, scarf, and hat. Neither Miguel nor Gabi come to greet you at the door, even though you know with their enhanced hearing they heard you enter. You appreciate that they’re both giving you space.

When you enter the kitchen, Miguel has a bright white apron with a pale blue snowflake pattern on it, and he’s bent over pulling something that smells absolutely delicious out of the oven.

You admire the way his lounge pants hug his thighs. The curve of his back, and the silver of skin that’s exposed where his shirt has ridden up, the low hanging white strings of the apron stark against his tan skin.

Maybe he’ll let you use those apron strings to tie him up? It’s an interesting idea, one that sparks a hunger within you. You shake your head, clearing your horny thoughts, now is not the time to try and jump your hot husband’s bones.

“What’d you make?” You ask, leaning against the kitchen counter opposite of Miguel, the cabinets blocking you from anyone in the living room’s view.

Miguel turns on his heel after he sets the dish down atop the stove. “Tater tot casserole? I got the recipe from your mom; she said it was one of your favorites.”

“So that’s why she was texting me asking about spices.” You laugh, remembering how your stepmom had been bombarding you all day with oddly specific questions.

Miguel approached you with a smile, discarding the oven mitts, so he could cup your face with his warm hands. “She isn’t very subtle, I take it?”

“Oh no, she lives for the drama.” You joke, leaning into his touch.

He rolls his eyes playfully. “Like mother, like daughter.”

You scoff in mock hurt and try to push away from him, but he grabs your wrists, holding them in one big hand.

“This is the thanks I get for slaving away in the kitchen for you?” He asks dramatically, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

Your eyes dart from him to the stove, to the entrance to the kitchen, before you drop your voice to a whisper. “If you made the casserole right, I can guarantee a reward I think you’ll like.”

Miguel’s eyebrows quirk up in interest and he releases your hands. “Oh?”

With deft fingers, you untie and pull the string from his apron, wrapping it loosely around his wrists.

He groans quietly, his eyes half lidded with lust. “Que seductora.”

You giggle and pocket the string. “But it’ll have to wait, I’m hungry.”

TL: @miggyoharaswife, @badbishsblog, @imisshim2much, @wanderlustingcastaway, @lynn-9703, @sleepyamaya, @erensbbg, @sweetea85, @ilovemiguelohara, @natthernandez, @stxrrielle, @ihateuguys, @jenniferdixon05207, @blep-23, @luvisaaxoxo, @minimari415, @emerald-09, @violet-19999, @kenchosaikuo, @groovycass, @youcantseem3, @lovefks, @nightshxdex, @dusstory, @aesniri, @munsonssecretblog, @kirke-is-my-name, @starbearieee, @chatoicboy, @act1839, @needsleep3000, @totally-not-georgia, @witchy-lizard, @cxmeiloorun7, @justrandomlolidk, @chimpkinnuggies, @alicefallsintotherabbithole, @loser-alert, @wwwellacom, @ryantryan6969, @lollipopin, @blakeaha, @youcantseem3, @a-cult-leader, @verexi, @purpleskiesandroses, @they2luv1naia, @sophiaj650, @idolautism, @rheannajrs, @merakiq, @rexs-wife, @sukaretto-n, @twilight-loveer, @f1shb0nez, @callsign-blue, @marcelineormars TL 2: @sxnasbitch, @111gltzpzy, @lucilavenxoxo, @ray-rook, @elizamelody, @soapbar99, @trashieboii, @erissco, @gardenof-venus, @vlads-dracula3 , @yaoisenpaiii, @the-occasional-artist1125, @polireader, @mvchmp, @shadowxfheaven, @hxlytrin, @melomichuwu, @weirdothatwritess, @ash-aragami, @deguzu, @angelarcheangel, @nekotaetae, @milohatesspit, @lollipop974, @miggyyyyohara, @itzsab, @namjooningera, @hana-1235, @amberpanda99, @joceymoo, @tfamidoingwithmylife, @itsashree, @battinsonwhore05, @namjooningera, @tortilla-chips-and-allioli, @fluffy-koalala, @fandom-ash, @angelarcheangel, @yuuotosaka3, @latersgaters-steven, @ariparri, @wanda-maximoff-enthusiast, @lycaninelizard, @angelarcheangel, @yuuotosaka3, @allysunny, @lollipopin, @allysunny, @loves0phelia, @caslistener, @tayleighuh, @namtaeh, @freehentai, @hellomrstikbot, @comeonatmebruh, @jacejawp, @cowboylikeevie

#meg's writing #miguel’s pastels #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara x you #miguel o'hara x y/n #miguel ohara x reader #miguel ohara x you #miguel ohara x y/n

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pjsk-headcanons · 6 months ago

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ok ii wanna drop hcs about my favorite pairings because i swear i know more than kanakasa!!

polyneed - honestly my favorite ship for all leoneed girls, I think they started going from honashiho → ichisaki → honasaki → ichihona → sakishiho → ichishiho

my biggest hc for them is that they commissioned these constellation themed accessories that are in each others signature colors, ichika has bracelets, saki has hair clips, honami has brooches that she puts on her cardigan and shiho has jewelry, her left earring is ichika themed, the right earring is honami themed and she wears a ring in sakis color

mmj!!

minohane - god them, my favorite wlw ship in this entire game, they were each other's FIRST best friend in hs. FIRST. THEY WERE THERE FOR EACH OTHER BEFORE VBS, BEFORE MMJ, they SAW the other's development, they were there the entire time.

here's the hc for them, minoris best friend platonically now is kanade, because kanade reminds her of kohane before she joined vbs and she finds kanade cute for it, kohanes best friend is an because of how much an is passionate and never gave up like minori, all in all, minohane can't do anything without thinking of each other, they're both so star coded.

haruan - favorite an and haruka ship! childhood friends, so underrated, the competitiveness in them is definitely done with the intention of trying to prove how good of a partner they can be for each other so the other can be impressed, yes they've been thinking this about each other since they were kids.

top hc for them! not sure if it's canon, but haruka is an's first partner, before haruka became a really famous idol she was an's singing partner, and when haruka became an idol an was the only one allowed backstage EVER. also haruka was an's first ever partner even before she became an idol, and when haruka did become an idol, an was the only one allowed backstage and an also watched all of haruka practices. EVEN MORE!! they both wrote their first song together and tore it in half, then they gave each other a necklace that was in each other's eye color that could open up and they tore part of the paper that they got and put it into the necklace, no joke on christmas they gave each other this same gift. an also has dyed that part of her hair blue for haruka, and wears the star hair clips because they remind her of haruka, speaking of hairclips, haruka's hair clip (both brand new world and original) were designed by an herself. (not made but she was the one who came up with the concept for their costumes when haruka asked an what she thought)

shizuairi - my favourite shizuku ship, but unfortunately not my favorite one for airi, i do love them, I was actually crying when airi said yk what during mmj main story, the thing with shizuai that I love is that airi wanted to prove that she could be an idol equal to shizuku despite what people said, and shizuku FULLY supported her even though they barely knew each other, they were so sad for each other when they thought they were each other's reason for disbanding :((

heres the hc, my hc for them is really simple but i still like it so you know how shizuku sews? i hc shes the one who made the costumes herself for brand new world and original based on an's design airi's costume is special where if you turn the costume inside out, as you're putting it on you can see a little embroidery carving of shizukus face on it, for airi, the bows she has all have a droplet shaped jewel in the back, like her bow in brand new world you might think has just the mmj symbol but no she actually goes to jewelers and asks them to attach droplet shaped jewels on the back of all her bows !!

-🎼🌟 anon, will continue with vbs and wxs tmrw.. :D!

#pjsk #prsk #project sekai #headcanon #🎼🌟 anon #l/n #mmj #l/n hc #mmj hc

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dewdewick · 1 year ago

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Shadows In The Dust |Chapter 3

Pairing/s: Finnick Odair x fem reader

Summary: At the age of 18 you thought you’d soon be free of the hunger games, unfortunately fate has a different plan. You are picked as a tribute for district 2 and thrust into capitol life.

Warning/s: Angst, Hurt/comfort, Trust issues, Death, Torture, Mental illnesses, manipulation tactics, Weapons, Swearing, Canon typical violence, Mentions of psychological distress, Use of Y/N, Fem reader, descriptions of clothing reader wears, explicit descriptions of weapon use

A/N: Idk why but I really struggled writing this chapter. I’m excited to move on to the actual games and get to the fun stuff! Everyone say thank you Beta readers for helping me actually buckle down and write this.

Word count: 4.1K

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Somehow Y/N was awarded a slow morning, able to sleep in until 9am and take a leisurely shower. Her sore muscles relaxed under the spray of hot water and she felt she could take a moment to breathe for once in the past few days. She looked at her painted fingernails as the scalding water hit her back. A crimson color meticulously sculpted into a sharp point, Aerith was all about details and she wondered if even her fingernails symbolized something; a message or warning. A few drops of water fell from her eyelashes and she looked to the panel on the wall, turning the shower off and grabbing a large towel from the heated rack.

She stepped onto the soft cushion of the shower mat and looked at the large mirror on the wall. Drying off while studying her appearance, the way her wet hair fell and how her skin looked. She studied her body and wondered how she would look in the no doubt extravagant dress that she was to be zipped into that night. She frowned in the mirror, the thought of this place and all its luxury made her stomach turn a bit, it was so much all at once. She looked away from her reflection, setting her hand on the electric hair dryer and letting it work its wonders.

She dressed in a comfortable set of lounge clothes, silky and soft to the touch. She looked into her room and sighed at the idea of going to breakfast, she just wanted the moment of peaceful solitude to last forever. Her stomach however did not and growled in protest, she groaned, walking out the door and down the hall. Finch and his stylist sat at the dining room table, nibbling on the spread while conversing with a light tone. She took a teacup and poured from the pot of hot chocolate, smiling a bit to herself at the sweet scent.

“Morning sugar” Finch smiled as he noticed her presence, she looked up from her cup as he addressed her. “Morning, sleep good?” she asked, sitting in her usual spot beside him. He turned to face her a bit more, “Not really, I'm not used to all the noise” he laughed “but I got some rest this morning so I’m ok.” he said, sipping his own cup. “Can't be tired for Caesar” Hebe teased him with the sort of smile an older sister might give. He smiled back at her and stuck his tongue out playfully.

Y/N grinned into her cup as she took another sip, it was nice to see these kinds of friendly interactions. After all, being in the capitol was mostly that fake kindness and too wide smiles that made everyone not participating uncomfortable. She reached forward and took a few breakfast items onto her plate, she had learned she liked what she had heard called a “crepe”. She spread whipped cream over the pastry and littered it with the fresh fruit available, taking a few sausages and eggs along the way.

“Whipped cream for breakfast?” Finch asked teasingly, She grinned and stuck out her tongue just as he had a moment earlier. “I have protein too, dont judge me” she said, a few giggles permeating her words. “And you wonder why i call you sugar” He teased right back, taking a bite of his breakfast. Hebe sat and watched the two teens with a sad smile, she had been a stylist for 10 years and knowing the impending doom they faced never got easier.

The 3 talked for an hour and a half, Y/N learned that Hebe had 2 children of her own and how her husband had passed away so her sister and mother lived with them. Luckily stylists made an obscene amount of money so Hebe could pay for anything and everything her children needed. Somehow she even managed to get a few details on Aerith, learning the old woman had a wife and one son who worked as a gamemaker. She cringed at the thought, knowing that the old woman's son had watched her scoring session and would most likely continue to watch her closely throughout the games.

At half past 12 or so Furisha and Enobaria walked through the doors, shopping bags in their arms. “New clothes for the show tonight?” Finch asked. She could tell he was a bit annoyed, “Oh yes! New shoes and dresses,we’re going to look divine!�� Furisha said as she pranced into the room. Y/N patted Finch on the arm, doing her best to calm his annoyance.

He stood and motioned for her to follow, a furrow in his brow. She took one last bite of her crepes and quickly scurried after him. Sharing a look with Hebe as she followed, they both knew something was changing about him. He didn't seem as blithe and debonair the closer they got to the games. He walked to the balcony across the room, setting his forearms on the railing and staring down at the bustling city below.

“What's wrong? Not a fan of shopping?” she asked, trying to lighten the mood just a bit. He only let out a huff through his nose at the joke, turning his head to look at her. “I'm fine with shopping, just not fond of the time they’re doing it.” He explained “We go into the games tomorrow and they're just recklessly spending money.” He grimaced. She patted him on the back, her hand rubbing in small circular motions. “You know how Furisha is, and Enobaria…” She hesitated, thinking for a second. “She's been in the capital a long time, You know how the people here are.” She shrugged. He sighed, “I just don't see how they can be so nonchalant when 23 of us will be dead by the end of the week… enobaria especially.”

“She's never really been one to cherish human life, I mean her teeth are definitely a clue to her opinions on the games.” she assumed, continuing on “Unfortunately the people who we’re surrounded with aren't all that understanding of the headspace we’re both in, although Hebe might be an outlier in that field.” She spoke, wanting the cringe at her own words. “Luckily you've got me, and even though I'm terrified I'll do my best to help you get through tonight ok?” She continued, offering a small reassuring smile.

Being the man he was, Finch turned and engulfed her in a warm hug. His arms circled her ribs as he bent over and buried his face in the crook of her neck. He smelled like maple syrup and generic green apple shampoo, a boyish scent that reminded her of their real age, only 18 years old. Her arms circled around him as well, “I’m gonna do my best to protect you too ok? Not just here but in the arena, promise.’ He said in a low voice. The thought made her smile a bit; even if he just made sure she had a quick death, that would be a gift in itself.

“Can we just be kids until it's time to get ready?” she asked quietly, "No adult responsibilities and no talks of death.” He nodded “sounds like a plan sugar” Her arms moved down to rest on his chest as she pulled away from the embrace. “I might have an idea, but it's pretty dumb.” she smiled, a bit of a giggle in her words. His eyebrow raised and a smile finally came over his face, “oh and what might that be?” he asked.

“Find as many blankets as you can and meet me in my room in 10 minutes kay?” she said with a grin as she pulled away from him. His eyebrows knitted together and he gave her an upside down smile as he tilted his head to the side a bit. “What are you planning?” he asked as she opened the balcony door to head back inside. She only gave him a large smile and walked inside, dashing off to god knows where.

A few minutes later he knocked on her door as instructed with a pile of sheets in hand that he had stolen from a nearby linens closet. She opened her door and immediately grabbed the blankets from him, unfolding them and adding them to the structure she had built from her bed posts to a few chairs across the room. The fort was impressive, especially since it had only taken her about 10 minutes to construct.

“Help me add sheets” she instructed as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. After a beat of silence, he unfolded sheets as he was told, draping them on the makeshift fort to cover areas she might've missed. She arranged two blankets to serve as tent flaps, crawling into the fort and disappearing into the darkness within. Seconds later her head popped out, “Hand me some pillows?” she asked,sticking her hand out. Once again he did as he was told, handing her pillows that she placed in the fort behind her. He crouched down, peeking inside the small space while she arranged blankets and pillows all around.

“What do you think?” she asked with a large grin “my sister and I used to make these all the time in our room growing up. We pretended we were living in our own little cottage out in the woods, or maybe that we had an apartment in the capitol.” she added, laughing to herself at the memories of her childish actions. He crawled into the fort, hunched over until he could get into a comfortable position. “What else do we need? Or do we just sit here and talk?” He asked, shifting so he faced her, laying on his side. “Next we get snacks, books and flashlights” she said with a giddy bounce of her shoulders. “Oh of course, what's a proper cottage in the woods without those things?” he said teasingly, giving her a wink.

She only giggled, crawling out of the tent and making her way out of the room. He noticed a few storybooks that she already prepared in the tent, fairytales and adventure novels that only people in the capitol could acquire. She was a funny girl, he hoped she kept that same goofy sense of humor and look of wonder in the games, when she could at least. His mind wondered for a second how their lives could have been if not for the games. They most likely would have grown up together, he wondered if they would be friends or something more. He shook his head, dismissing the thoughts and laughed to himself as he hunched over to crawl out of the tent after her.

The two grabbed snacks, drinks, books, sweets, flashlights and even more pillows. Placing everything in the small tent - like structure. Her eyes widened for a second before she was about to climb in, “oh my god i have an idea!” she exclaimed, rushing around the fort and picking up the small remote on her bedside table. She pressed a few buttons and the lights grew to a burnt orange color, the windows transforming to a desert scape like district 2. Quiet noises of animals filled the room, the sound of the breeze accompanying the scurries.

His face broke into a grin as the room changed, “just like home” he mumbled to himself. She made her way back around the fort and crawled inside, tucking herself up against one of the makeshift walls. He followed, the smile still on his face as he grabbed a sweet and popped it into his mouth. For once they both felt like kids, laughing as they told stories and read adventurous stories aloud to each other. Y/n read in different voices and made sound effects to match, painting an exquisite picture of the story she read. Finch felt himself becoming even more drawn to her. She was unapologetically herself around him and he loved it.

Hours passed like minutes, the two drawing closer to each other like magnets until they were face to face. She read in a soft tone as he played with her hair, his fingers toying with strands absentmindedly. She finished the chapter, looking at him with a small smile. “Any predictions so far?” she asked, a giddy tone once again in her voice. He thought for a second and spoke just as softly “I think he’s gonna kiss her, and then their friendship will be all changed and awkward.” He guessed, a teasing tone in his voice. His eyes flickered down to her lips for a split second, his tongue darting out to moisten his own.

‘And…what if it didn't? What if she liked it?” she whispered back, her eyes raking over him as she chewed on the inside of her cheek. His hand came up to cup her cheek, his slightly rough fingers moving over the soft skin. “So what you're saying is, hypothetically of course, their friendship might be the same? She might not be mad?” He asked, his face moving closer to hers. She simply shook her head and let her eyes close, waiting for his lips to touch hers. Instead she felt his forehead rest on hers, a shiver running through her.

She kept her eyes closed and let her forehead rest on his. “Is this weird?” He whispered, his fingers still running over her cheek and jawline. She shook her head again, “not weird” she whispered back. She just kept basking in the sweetness of the moment. Her stomach had butterflies and she was sure she would spaz out if she opened her eyes to look at his handsome face. “I wish we had more time, i wish i could really know you for you” He lamented, “I want-“ he started, his sentence interrupted.

A knock came to the door, the culprit opening it after a second. “Ok you two, time to start getting ready.” came the sweet voice of Hebe. The two teens parted from each other's embrace, Y/N poking her head out of the makeshift tent. “Be right there” the girl said with a dopey smile, Hebe only winked at her turning to leave the doorway “don't keep us waiting too long!” she called as she left. Y/N looked back into the tent at Finch “I'm gonna ask them to keep the tent up, meet me here after interviews are done?” she asked.

The boy gave her a grin “wouldn't miss it sugar” he said as he crawled past her and out of the pillow fort, offering her a hand once he stood. “You'll do great tonight, and I know you're gonna look gorgeous.” He said with the debonair grin she had seen before. She blushed “getting all flirty huh?” she teased. He only laughed, helping her up and kissing the back of her hand. “See you in a bit” she smiled as he parted from her, giving a wink as he walked out her open door.

She smiled to herself and sat on her bed, flopping back on it with a sigh. Part of her was ecstatic that this sweet handsome boy liked her but another feeling gnawed at the bottom of her stomach, fear. Fear of the unknown like the games and fear of the known, her budding relationship with Finch. Her thoughts were, like always, cut short by Aerith walking in. The tiny woman clapped her hands loudly, “up up darling, we have perfection to create.” the old woman demanded.

Y/N huffed out a breath and stood up, following the old woman who led her to the foyer. A clump of people waited for her and looked anxious to start picking and preening her to perfection. The group surrounded her, leading her to the elevator and then to an unmarked car that took her to the venue where she would get ready, they didn't even let her put shoes on first. She was rushed into the venue where the work began; her hair was put in giant rollers that felt somewhat itchy and her face was smeared with many different makeup and skincare products. A few people worked on her hair and nails while others poked at her face and neck with brushes for what felt like hours.

She was stripped of her comfy clothes and zipped in a long tulle ball gown. The dress glittered in the light, a dark blue fading into a purple color like the sky at dusk. The sleeves Fell off her shoulders and the deep sweetheart neckline accentuated her collar bones. A gooey substance was spread on her chest and rubbed into her skin, making it glitter and reflect light. Finishing touches were done on her hair and makeup before she was brought to a large 3 fold mirror for Aerith to give her approval.

She stood and looked at her reflection just as she had done that morning, studying her face and hair. She didn't look like herself, she looked like the capitol's version of her and it made the sinking feeling in her stomach grow. Aerith's heels click in unison with Furisha’s, the two women coming to study her in the light. Furisha held a box in her hands, opening it once they got closer.

Small iridescent glass beads made up a necklace and earrings, they looked like tiny flowers that she recognized. “Lily of the valley” she said aloud as Aerith took the necklace out of the box. “Beautiful, native to district 2” she said, pulling Y/N down to clasp the necklace on. The clasp clicked and she smiled “and poisonous” she added.

Y/N felt uncomfortable in her skin, a chill running down her spine. Furisha clipped the matching earrings on her ears “you really look like a princess darling” she said in a genuine tone. Y/N smiled back politely “Thank you” she said as she looked back in the mirror.

Brutus knocked on the door, “Almost ready? We still want to give some last minute advice.” He said loudly. Y/N took handfuls of her skirt, walking to the door and opening it. “Let’s do it, I wanna throw up and I can’t breathe in this dress.” She said as she walked past him.

The mentors had a little more than 15 minutes to give advice before peacekeepers lined all of the tributes up by district. A countdown started and obnoxiously loud music blasted through speakers, almost rocking the stage they stood behind. The trumpets blared a song very aptly called “war”, the signature song of the man currently rushing onstage. Caesar Flickerman.

The man was obscenely tanned and his hair was a bubblegum pink with matching eyebrows. His teeth were almost too white as he smiled to the crowd, a laugh coming out his mouth as he waved to the audience and took a microphone. “Happy hunger games!” He shouted as the crowd screamed.

Y/N looked up as Finch turned around in front of her. He wore a completely black suit that faded to a blood red at the limbs. A subtle detail and a subtle way to match the two. “I knew you’d look gorgeous” he flirted with a sly grin. Y/N reached up, fixing his crooked tie and patting his chest. “Thank you” she said with a small smile. He took her hand, holding in lightly as they waited.

The show began quickly, the tributes from district 1 going first. Ammo and Dutchess dazzled the crowd with their witty banter and upper class demeanors. Finally Finch swaggered onto stage, giving Caesar a firm handshake and smile. “I must say, you look very sharp tonight!” the television host commented, an outstretched hand offering Finch a seat. “Oh, never as good looking as you Ceasar.” Finch joked, earning a laugh from both the audience and the host.

“Well I must say I think we all thought you and your beautiful district partner dazzled us at the tribute parade! Didn’t they, folks?” Caesar said, riling up the audience momentarily. “Who’s idea was that amazing little stunt?” He asked, a large grin stretched across his face. Finch smiled that confident smile before speaking “It was my stylists idea but being honest it couldn’t have worked if Y/N wasn’t such a good partner, she can really go with the flow and be incredibly gracious about it.” He laughed.

Caesar laughed along “oh but we all know your strength really pulled it off, I mean look at those biceps ladies and gentleman!” Caesar said, pretending to fan himself. Finch only laughed again “I’ve been training a long time and at this point picking up another person is child’s play” he said, mock flexing to the crowd. His suit crinkled a bit at the shoulder as he did so, really showing the size of his bicep.

“Oh I bet the ladies back home just go crazy for you! A strong man with that smile and personality? Forget about it!” Caesar said with a wink “any lucky girl back home?” He asked, leaning forward a bit in his chair. “Oh no, I mean there have been girls but right now I’m just trying to get back to my family” he said with a genuine smile. “Well I can say for a certainty that if you make it back home you’ll have all the girls wrapped around your finger. I know your family would be overjoyed.” Caesar nodded

“I can only try my best, and I hope I’ll see you after all of this,” Finch said, waving to the audience. Caesar stood up and patted his shoulder as he did too. “And we can’t wait to see it all, may the odds be ever in your favor. Finch Glenn ladies and gentlemen!” The television host said, a shout at the end of his sentence and his signature laugh accompanying it.

Finch waved to the crowd once more and exited the stage. A gaggle of people met him offstage, Hebe praised him with a kiss on the cheek and Brutus gave him a pat on the back. Furisha babbled about how amazing he did and Enobaria smiled but kept her distance. Y/N gave him a thumbs up before looking out at where she was to enter the stage.

Caesar talked for a moment before finally introducing her. “And now for our lovely lady from district 2! The dazzling Y/N L/N!” He shouted, she made her way into the stage, holding her dress so she wouldn’t trip. The crowd cheered and Ceasar grinned. “My my! You look absolutely stunning my dear! Like a storybook princess!” He complemented, offering his hand.

She took his hand with a smile and let him twirl her gently. The dress glittered in the stage light, making the crowd whoop loudly. She smiled charmingly at Ceasar “Oh thank you so much, you are too kind.” She simpered. He led her to a chair, sat her down and she gracefully crossed her ankles. “I must say darling you certainly have a lot of admirers in the capitol already, and your stunt at the tribute parade certainly helped. Do you get a lot of attention back home?” He asked, a subtle wiggle in his brow.

She feigned a shy expression, “oh I’m not too sure about that, I think I’m a pretty average girl” she replied, batting her eyelashes. Caesar grinned at the crowd, “Beautiful and modest! What a catch am I right?” He said with a laugh, she smiled at him again.

“So y/n on a more serious note, what do you plan on doing in the arena? How do you plan to win?” He asked, taking on a more stern expression. She sat up a bit straighter flashing another grin “Oh you know I can’t tell you that, spoilers after all” she said with a wink at the cameras. Caesar gave another loud laugh, slapping his knee as he stood up and took her hand.

“Beautiful, cunning and agile! I think if you make it back to us you’ll be a true princess indeed!” He said as he kissed her knuckles. “Miss Y/N L/N everyone!” He shouted as the crowd cheered. She gave a wave and a small curtsy as she left the stage. Furisha gave her a large hug as she stepped offstage, blabbering about how good she did. Aerith gave a tight smile and Hebe kissed her cheek.

She looked around for Finch, meeting his eye as he was leaning back from the crowd. He walked over and took her hand as they spoke with their team, holding it tight. They watched as the rest of the rest of the tributes went on stage, mentors meeting them as they exited. Y/N once again caught the eye of the mentor from district 4, his dimples appearing as he gave her a smirk. She blushed and looked away, squeezing Finch's hand.

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#finnick odair #finnick x reader #thg series #fanfic #the hunger games #thg fanfiction #x reader #finnick odair x reader #thg #catching fire #mockingjay #oc #fanfiction

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notnormalme · 4 months ago

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SOOOOO

Since I made a first step

Its time to show you some of my characters moodboards

Which is funny because I haven't even drawn some of the characters yet eheh

LETS START WITH THE MAIN TRIO

PETER aka the main main character

As the story will be called "Pied Piper", or at least that's what I call it for now, he is the one who has the title of Pied Piper

I really wanted to focus on his main color, green, to show this kind of still childish carefreeness, his Carpe Diem. He is the one who doesn't really focus on the consequences of his actions, he does what he feels like and tries to get the best out of life

His quote, "Do you remember who you were?", refers to the fact that Peter doesn't remember his past after all. He doesn't remember where he comes from, who he is or anything that caused him to be in where he is now

I also really wanted to include the fox in it, as it's an animal I assocaite him with

Next up is Avery!

Avery is an elf by origin, abandoned and hated by his species

I really wanted to capture the peace and delicacy of his person, I associate him with a doe, delicate, always a little frightened, but very friendly and sweet

If he were a season, he would be autumn, the warm autumn, what comes after the chaos of summer (Peter) but just before the harshness of winter (Ogier!!!)

He is a very reasonable person, he acts as a balancer for Peter, evening out his chaotic nature but in a very nice and gentle way

His quote, "the chains are broken but are you truly free?", refers to his past where he was just a slave of his own kind and even though he escaped, that part of him is still inside

The last of the main three is Ogier!

As you can already see, he is a priest, an exorcist to be precise. But among the Church, which I identify with crows, he is an owl. Cautious and suspicious, you can't hear his footsteps and you never know what he's planning, like a night hunter

He is winter. He will stop at nothing and will pursue his goal even if he has to die or kill in the process

I really wanted to emphasize the fact that he keeps strict notes on everything and then analyzes it and tries to come to conclusions

GAKSNSKSNSHD TO BE HONEST IM SAD because I didn't really show his love for horses BUT HE LOVES THEM OKAY???

He travels a lot all over the country

His "I didn't want to be controlled" refers to his great independence and the fact that he doesn't like the actions of the Church and how it controls people, even though he is part of it himself

NOW THAT WE HAVE OUR MAIN TRIO

Two characters that I haven't drawn yet, but I know they will be there and I know they will be important

The first one, Roland! I know this may be familiar to vnc fans, BUT I SWEAR IT'S NOT THAT ROLAND

You can see the crows right away, as well as the cross. He is a priest, a high-ranking paladin

Since I am inspired by The Song of Roland, I wanted his main feature to be pride. That's why his color is not yellow but gold

He is a good man, a great knight, but he was consumed by pride, and that ruined him

"Who are you to judge me" OUCH AHSJSHSJSHHS

This is a reference to one of his fights with Oliver, where Oliver tried to convince him and talk to him and he said something like this AND AHSISBSISJS MY POOR LITTLE HEART

OLIVER and uh

I wont explain it a lot

But first, of course, crows, second, lavender AND YES, IT'S BECAUSE HE'S GAY

I really wanted to capture his suffering through Roland's behavior because he is his best friend. He loves him. But he can't do anything about what Roland is doing, his words aren't getting through and he isn't able to change anything

The dagger symbolizes the daggers he exchanged with Roland, very symbolic and beautiful, I love it

Oranges are a very difficult topic, FIRST, NOTICE HOW THEY COMPLETE WITH ROLAND'S MOODBOARD, secondly, this actually reflects part of my story when I couldn't swallow anything but an orange

Yeah, sad little shit BUT ANYWAY

Two last ones

The first will be Otilio, whose name is now Marco. As you can guess, he is also a priest. He grew up in the countryside and I really wanted to capture that and I honestly see him as such a little bird, sparrow, and I tried to show that

I also really wanted to show that his family is a family of blacksmiths

He has this warm vibe, he is a very loving and caring person. The late summer JUST BEFORE SCHOOL STARTS

"Is this what I get for loving God?". Otilio lost a friend because of religion. This is also symbolized by the crow devouring the heart

Last is Ottfried

He is my favorite, even though he has been long dead in the story

He is a quiet person, he hardly speaks at all and he wanders around the country only playing the flute and begging

I really wanted to give off his soft calm vibe here. Such chamomile

As for his quote, he was literally seen as cursed

The Church tried very hard to fight him, so I also put there a mouse that had been attacked by a crow. Otto is just such a little defenseless mouse hiding in corners

Yeah

Thats pretty much it

Of course, I also have other characters, Maria, Clara, Claus and a few others, but since everything is at such an early stage, I haven't done anything with them yet

#oc #moodboard #ocart #orginal character #my babies #pied piper #I really love Oliver and Roland #I hope its done well #PLS COMMENT #Im really chaotic I fear

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fictionkinfessions · 7 months ago

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[《 Fandom this post is about : «“Persona ５”»｜«“Persona ５ ROYAL”» 》]

[CW : Mentions of death(?), locking people inside ____, potential depersonalization regarding __mi__ (name is a spoiler), maybe some other stuff but those are the major ones I believe?]

[WARNING : This post contains major, MAJOR spoilers for (if I recall correctly) the last parts of «“Persona ５ ROYAL”», please scroll if you haven't finished the game or plan on doing so!]

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♧ – « “Oh god, I just realized that my first post may somewhat imply (depending on how you look at it) that I actually took Maruki's deal oh crap” »

♤ – « “heyyy, guys.. I hope that's not what anyone thought, that was just me remembering stuff and being sad because we all went our separate ways and also because someone I really cared about was freaking 💀 😞” »

◇ – « “That being said, it would have been horrifying to be in such a reality. Especially because the whole ‘solution’ was just: ‘oh, you're sad? Bingo!!! NOT ANYMORE!!!!!!!’, and it didn't really get rid of the root problem.” »

々– « “It felt more of a childish solution to (almost) every problem there could have been. Simply being “happy” all of the time..” »

♡ – « “Not to mention, Sumire wouldn't have even gotten her sister back, she would just have stayed as Kasumi forever, but you know what's somehow WORSE?” »

❅ – « “That it would have been just an idealized version of Kasumi. 😕” »

✪– « “It didn't really feel like he was that same trustworthy therapist I kept going to whenever I felt sad, or whenever I just wanted someone to talk to for all of those months.” »

☆ – « “Which is sad.” »

❀ – « “It's always been sad, seeing how people you have grown to like, or even those you didn't, show their true colors like that.” »

✸ – « “He didn't have bad intentions, of course, but that doesn't remove what he was doing. Good intentions don't remove the wrong actions someone can take to fulfill something.” »

❆ – « “That's why he had a palace, no?” »

✧ – « “But.. even with that being said.. even despite everything that happened.. I feel as though, somehow, I still can't say that I hate him with complete confidence that it's true. I just.. don't know what to feel or think about him. I didn't want my friends to be caged in such a reality, but if they were all going to have the very things they longed for.. was breaking that bubble really the right thing to do? No, of course it was, but sometimes it feels like I did something wrong by not accepting that deal, as terrible it would have been.” »

❂ – « “So if any Maruki is reading this.. please get a therapist for yourself and refrain from giving anyone therapy until you no longer feel like running away from problems or traumatic stuff is somehow better than accepting that they happened. Seriously.” »

✮ – « “Have a nice day, doctor, but please don't try to come near any of my friends or even acquaintances until then. That's the least you could do after that.” »

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(《✮ «“Ren Amamiya”» ✮｜❂ «Akira Kurusu» ❂｜♧ «“Joker”» ♤ fictive + fictionkin》)

(How I managed to forget to put the custom tag in post number 6 I will never know.. side effects from using symbols and decorations on excess 😞)

(I should start making more shout outs to certain people in the side notes actually..)

(shout out to Yusuke and Ann!!)

(FINALLY FINISHED DECORATING EVERYTHING, WAR IS OVER 😭😭 I know I said I liked doing this, but sometimes I just wanna share little silly stuff that happens to me.. and then I find myself suffering because I just so happened to believe that decorations on the last few posts I made was the GREATEST idea ever 😞 this is why I forgot to put the custom tag I swear to god 💔)

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(slowly becoming a regular here..)

#fictionkinfessions #fictionkin #❂🥞🐈‍⬛✮#renamamiyakin #persona5royalkin #renamamiyafictive #persona5royalfictive #text strain cw #mod party cat #caps cw #death cw #prisons cw #depersonalization cw #mental health issue #medical abuse cw

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abandonedaccount1234 · 10 months ago

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MY THOUGHTS ON 7x07 bc wtf

-the way i didn’t even consider devin would be a doppelganger, we all thought she’d an evil twin or something 😭

-not hen reading me to filth about being sad and lonely at night

-oooh bobby, amir is from your past isn’t he?

-eddie in his stalker era

-not him following her like he’s in an enchanted forest

-YOU ARE NOT A SINGLE FATHER EDMUNDO💀

-bro has always been a bad boyfriend

-Don’t date the doppelganger, don’t sleep with the doppelganger, please dear god no

-i swear he needs to try and ask her out and get rejected because nothing will mess you up like getting rejected by the mirror image of your dead wife, please let the ghost of shannon be gay

-i get shannon was your first love and your first wife, but this is wrong on so MANY levels

-BRO HE SLEPT WITH THE DOPPELGANGER, THAT IS NOT YOUR WIFE, YOU HAVE A GIRLFRIEND

-(nevermind, just a daydream about his dead wife, b/c that's normal...🙃)

-Daydreaming about sleeping with your dead wife while with your girlfriend...I know grief is weird and complicated but what the actual fuck man.

-hurt people hurt people for real.

-not eddie having a fantasy about bringing his wife back from the dead. psych ward. immediately.

-BRO YOU NEED HELP WHERE IS FRANK

-all i want for eddie is for him to know he doesn’t have to keep looking for his dead wife in every woman he meets who reminds him of her. you don’t have to have a romantic connection with someone just because they’re the ideal catholic woman your parents ingrained in you in being the ideal woman.

-shannon and eddie would have been the toxic on/off again couple from high school if they didn't get married and have chris. that's what their relationship was. a first love. maybe even a true love in the lens of young love. but it was never gonna work.

-off topic, ryan looks real good in this episode

-HE GOT HIT BY A POLICE CAR?!

-get him BUCK

-He said you ain’t going anywhere

-Buck is Athena’s son fr

-eddie aint the only one seeing ghosts

-”but i’d like to” oh hell naw, run bobby run, preferably towards an AA meeting

-henren for the win, they’re amazing parents

-denny’s such a good brother

-”good cologne😏 ”? sure jan.

-love coparenting buddie 🥰

-”i was talking about you” they’re so married

-bro BRO NO 💀🙃

-I screamed “NO” at the tv when the doppelganger was there

-YOU HAVE A GIRLFRIEND! I DON’T LIKE HERE BUT SHE STILL EXISTS!

-Please tell me bro has a tumor or something? Like what if this woman actually doesn’t look anything like Shannon and his brain has just convinced him he has

-Maddie and Chimney going strong as always. Chimney's a damn good husband.

-The call with Maddie had so many twists and turns, I honestly wasn't expecting that to be the ending.

-Jennifer Love Hewitt is an incredible actress

-i love how they show healing isn't linear

-also have buck and eddie switched places in regards to relationship drama...?

-for the color theory folks' eddie is clearly still in mourning, he was in black almost the whole episode. he's in a neutral outfit with chris. in white. and then marisol is in black and white, right? And then he's in black for the rest of the episode. i can't. the symbolism. i can't.

#911 spoilers #eddie diaz #911 abc #athena for the win #maddie is healed #eddie is in timeout #i also saw someone say something about a lasagna theory?

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highly-opinionated-art · 11 months ago

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I wanna share with you guys some traditional art I've been making recently- since November I've been doing this album-of-the-week thing, and a few weeks into the year I started picking out my favorite line from the album of the week and doing a little illustration for it. If you can call it that- they're just quick, rough little pictures, more experimental than polished. Some are better than others. But I have some watercolors and acrylic paints that I never used before this project, and a hell of a lot of markers and gel pens and colored pencils that need to be used, too. I've been learning a lot and getting some use out of what I have at the same time, so that's good enough for me! Here's the first quarter of 2024 done:

Albums/artists/lyrics under the cut, plus some additional commentary because why not.

(2024 part 2) (2024 part 3) (2024 part 4)

Week 1: "I wanna be what my body wants me to be" is from the song Townie, from the album bury me at makeout creek by mitski. I actually kinda hated this whole album, but Townie is a tolerable song.

Week 2: "it never hurts to give thanks to the local gods, you never know who might be hungry" is from the song Younger, from the album In League With Dragons, by the Mountain Goats. Mixed feelings about the album. Mostly just mad that I can't just put a mostly transparent blue layer over everything when I want it to look like night with watercolor the way I can with digital art.

Week 3: "that we won't run, and we won't run, and we won't run" is from the song King And Lionheart, from the album My Head Is An Animal by Of Monsters And Men, which is a meh album but I love this song.

Week 4: "Make it a dirt dance floor again" is from the song Bleed It Out, from the album Minutes to Midnight by Linkin Park. GREAT album. The art looks just like poop but I swear the paint came out of the tube like that, I didn't mix it with anything or anything!

Week 5: "gotta be more to life than just try, try, try" from the song Half A Mile Away, from the album 52nd Street by Billy Joel. This was actually the first one I made, I went back and did the first 4 a little later.

Week 6: "I'm gonna keep on dancing" is from the song Pink Pony Club, from the album The Rise and Fall of a Midwest Princess by Chappell Roan. The album is ok, I guess? Not my favorite but this track is a really good one.

Week 7: "maybe they'll love me when I finally get out of this town" is from the song Made For This, from the album Built To Last, by Arrows in Action, which is a FANTASTIC album, like DAMN.

Week 8: "together, Wendy, we can live with the sadness, I love you with all the madness in my soul" is from the song Born To Run, by the album of the same name by Bruce Springsteen. It was really hard to get a picture of this one for some reason. Metallic gel pen might have something to do with it.

Week 9: "inside, everybody's hiding something" is from the song Slide, from the album No Angel by Dido. I LOVE Dido. I meant to add more masks in the picture, ok. I got lazy. I should have just made the other ones bigger...

Week 10: "tomorrow's just another day" is from the song Don't Cry 2020 (which was released in 2017), from the album How Will You Know If You Never Try by the band COIN. Forgettable album, but the art is of my room, but I didn't get up and walk 10 steps to get a reference, just did it from memory. The window is too small and not in the right place, and I just changed up the patterns on the blanket because I didn't feel like checking.

Week 11: "if it's ever gonna happen, it's gotta happen here I am" (which seems like it should be missing a comma, but it's like that on purpose) is from the song Shine On Me, from the album Pure Fiction by Eric Hutchinson (not his best work I fear).

Week 12: "make new symbols, make new signs" is from the title track from the album New Beginning, by Tracy Chapman. AMAZING album, I loved it. I'm completely pissed that I messed up the art, though. I thought I had it going for me. Boo.

Week 13: "I don't look important, so they're telling me to wait" is from the song WaldorfWorldwide, from Good Charlotte's self titled debut album. Self portrait of me, a teacher, being mistaken for a student at an event, which is a frequent and frustrating occurrence. This album is ok, but I think they were pretty clearly still developing at this point in their career.

#art attempt #album of the week #personal #see you in another 3 months...?#with lyrics

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agapewizard · 1 month ago

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➝ S-WORDS — Words and Swords; Our Deceptive Language. 🔑

Words are more than elements of speech or writing. When spoken out loud, words transform into frequency and vibration that can be used to harness energy and harm or heal the body. In the occult world, certain words are used along with rituals and sacred geometries to direct and control energy to create certain desired effects. This process of using words, rituals, and sacred geometries to control and direct energy is known as magic. Be aware that I am not talking about magic tricks.

Words are powerful because they carry energy, sound, and frequency, which are some of the building “blocks” of matter. Furthermore, they carry information that can be used as knowledge to create or destroy things. When this knowledge is turned into wisdom, it becomes very powerful and can be used to expand a person’s consciousness and spiritual powers. This is why knowledge is power!

For the word of God is living and powerful, and sharper than any two-edged sword, piercing even to the division of soul and spirit, and of joints and marrow, and is a discerner of the thoughts and intents of the heart. - Hebrews 4:12

Bible Bi-Bull

Baal Ball Earth

Paradox pair of Ox

A Lie N’ aliens

Tell Lie Vision Television

Be Lie ve Belief Believe

Scripture Your Script

Egypt got gypted

Isis Sissy backwards

System sissy stem

Hores Meet Horse meat

Gospel Go-Spell

Convergence On the Verge of a Con

Conspiracy Cons Piracy

Hospital Ho’ spit ALL

Lincoln Lie and Con

Xmas X miss

Mossad More sad

Maritime Roman Law

Judges have a Masonic hammer or gavel which they hit to declare the word of Law. The idea of law comes from the biblical ten stone commandments and so it is said that you “break” the law. Judges always sit on a three-tier high platform representing the first three blue degrees of freemasonry.

The same tritier platform is found at Congress, and the altar in most Catholic and Protestant churches is three tiers high. That’s also why you get/give someone the “third degree” related to the third degree of Masonry where the initiate is asked a series of probing questions he must answer correctly in order to become a Master Mason.

There is usually a gate around church altars just as there are gates with swinging doors in every courtroom. The congregations at church all stand up to recognize the priest, just as all rise when the judge walks in.

Then the judge takes a “recess” because he is in “court” playing a game of “ten”nis (commandments), with lawyers who play the dialectic protagonist/antagonist game, bouncing the advantage into each other’s court. In the courtroom witnesses must place their hand on the old/new “testament” before giving their “testimony,” just as a priest’s sermon is often called testimony (also notice “mon” from “moon” in testimony and sermon).

As a witness swears in, one hand is placed on the bible while the other is held up; In church, when parishioners feel the holy spirit, often during song, they will hold one or both hands up to praise the lord.

“Then when you get further into Saturn, you begin to understand that his color is black, that he was a God of one of the many different Semitic tribes, or groups, and one of his symbols was a square. Then you get into the square black mortarboard that the university or high school students wear when they graduate.

When you graduate from high school you come out processionally with a black robe, which is black for Saffron, the God of the Hebrews, requiring that you wear the square mortarboard on top of your head.

The square mortarboards are, of course, used by the Freemasons for their plaster, so that is why you wear a square mortarboard when you graduate, ultimately becoming an Alumni. It all has to do with Freemasonry; it all has to do with the control of education in this country.”

It is a square on his head, and it is usually black. The color of Saturn, one of the ancient Hebrew Gods. This is the same black used on the robe the judge wears when he is going to throw you in jail. Because the black represents Saturn. Saturn is the old Semitic God.

That is why churches and courtrooms look the same today, because when you go into churches you sit out here with the poor folks in the chairs out here in the pews, but you cannot go up onto the lifted higher elevation, you can’t go inside the gate, you can’t go inside the little doors, only the priest can go inside there and officiate for you.

You stay on the outside with the poor folks. The altar is always raised at least three tiers, because in Egypt that was the way it was always done.

The altar was always raised so the people could see the representative of God dressed in black. The priest comes out on the altar dressed in blac, and he is officiating for you, he is the mediator between you and God. That is the same thing that happens in the courtroom, you walk in and you are part of the poor folks sitting out here in the audience, and here is the fence, or gate, that separates you.

The attorneys can go inside the gate and they are your mouthpiece, to go talk to ‘God’ for you and see if they can get you off, and the lawyers will be the mediator between ‘God,’ or the ‘judge’ who judges you, and man. That is where all of this comes from in our society today.” ~ Jordan Maxwell, “Matrix of Power

In addition, when we go into court we have a “hearing” and present “oral” arguments to “plead” our case. The spoken word over the written word.

Deaf Phoenician = Definition

This is why we languish (Old French languir “be listless, pine, grieve, fall ill,” from Vulgar Latin *languire, from Latin languere “be weak or faint”) with our deaf-inition of language.

Alpha-Beta are the first two letters that make up our language. Once you start to understand the meaning of words, you will start to see this reality. There are 4 things to consider:

1- Definitions need to be understood

2-Etymology of the words needs to be studied (study of the origin of the word)

3-Phonics is utilized in everything. This is where the Phoenicians are attached into Phonics

example: C / Sea / See

4-word-splitting; the practice of splicing words in various ways to find “hidden” elements contained within them. An easy example of word-splitting is LANGUAGE = LAN / GU / AGE

Lan = Monster that protects the noble ones Gu = the god of war Age = the age of the zodiac. So the final meaning of this word is: monster of war that protect the noble one’s or golden gods throughout the ages.

Why do we have noses that run and feet that smell?

Why do drive on a parkway, yet park in a driveway?

Why at a ballfield if it hits the foul ball pole, it’s a fair ball home run?

Why do we call it a freezer burn?

Did you notice that the term “words” is an anagram for the term sword? Switch the letter “s” in the term words to the front and you get the term sword. The letter “S” goes one way and then the other, so it also crosses over to the other side equally, like the “S” in Snake/serpent/slither/sin. The letter “M” is shaped like a Mountain, “V” for Valley, “T” as a Top, B for Breasts, “D” for Dome and, “C” for Crescent.

Words are like swords because they can be used to harm you. In a way, words are more powerful than swords for the reason that they can harm or heal you at the deepest levels of your being. In Greek, the term “word” means logos. The word logos is defined as “the source that controls the universe, the written word or inspiration of God, or a logic and rational argument.” In ancient Greek philosophy, the word logos is defined as “the controlling principle in the universe. He that hath ears to hear, let him hear. Matthew 11:15

Another word that has a strong connection to the term word is the term light. Light is sometimes referred to as photon. In physics, a photon is usually indicated by the symbol γ, which is the lower-case letter of the Greek symbol Γ (gamma). Some etymologists believe that the Greek word gamma is where the word grammar originated from. In English, grammar means “the study of the classes of words, their inflections, and their functions and relations in the sentence”. Spells are cast in schools and the bell clearly rings each class to disassociate from the last lesson, so a new lesson can be taught and forgot. Those in power do not wish you to take their power. The ringing bell was taken directly from Ivan Pavlov’s behavioral science theories on how to keep memory retention at a minimum.

Origins of Our Deceptive & Deceiving Language

How language is used, and how words interact with one another, is of paramount importance in understanding the law. We all speak Phoenician each day without even knowing it or ever being taught the duality of language and sound.

Pick up the…. phone…phonics. phonics (n.) 1680s, “science of sound,” from Greek phone “sound,” from PIE root *bha- , “to speak, tell, say”. What is definition? Is it a statement of the meaning of a term or word. Or is it something else? Is it Deaf Phoenician that the Phoenicians and the Canaanites have defined the way that we speak still to this day?

El-ections, S-Elections and Gross Mis-Directions

When people vote, where do they do so? In a voting terminal or polling/poling station. People are volting, not voting, because they are going to the polls which are the electric battery poles of positive (+) and negative (-) to place their volts on the candidate that they want to see out in charge. The pole-atician that receives the most volts (“votes”) is the one that is going to be put into the position of power. It’s not called power politics for nothing.

The “Electoral college of electors” are the ones that actually determine who will be President – not any popular vote, poll, media, or statistic. “Registering to vote” is an admission that the declarant is subject to the exclusive legislative power of the corporate Congress and is a 14th Amendment citizen residing in federal territory. By voting you are contracting as a strawman, a fictitious character in the eyes of the law. A human resource, not a human just being.

Finance, Banking and Law

We go to the river Bank and fill out a deposit Slip. We use our Current-Sea to buy goods, while accounting with our Liquid, Ill-iquid and Frozen assets while the Vatican rules over all because it is also known as the Holy-Sea.

Common Law is also known as Mar-(Sea)– itime Law where trusts were created by the Vatican in the 14th and 15th centuries in the Roman Latin Laws we still use today. This is why we must use a Latin Dictionary (Black’s) to decipher legalese in court.

The Testamentary and Quest Cue Vie Trusts placed all “lost souls” at Sea so when we go to court we sail in on our citizen-ship to argue about loss and damages of our contractual relation-ships, partner-ships, owner-ships, etc. It’s all about monetary loss and injury compensation.

When we enter the court (to play ball?) to see who will win, we enter the Docket, (where a ship berths), as the judge (captain) rules down from three blue Freemasonic levels on high with his phallic gavel to determine who is liable to us cargo that was lost at sea. You See?

Resident in Etymology means RES ~ property or thing and INDENT ~ to Identify. The capital “P” is for Principal, so the P-Resident is the Principal over the Identified Property or IP, which in legalese, is you.

Also, when you are born, you slide down your Mother’s birth (berth) canal and land on your “berth” certificate, where the hospital is paid to regis-ster (regis = regal, crown and ster = to enroll) so that the banksters can account for you into securitized debt from the bankruptcy the United States never got out of since 1933.

Straw Man: ‘A front’; a third party who is put up in name only to take part in a transaction. Nominal party to a transaction …” Black’s Law Dictionary, 6th Edition

“The term is also used in commercial and property contexts when a transfer is made to a party, the straw man, simply for the purpose of retransferring to the transferor in order to accomplish some purpose not otherwise permitted.” [Barron’s, 3rd Edition]

Legally, since your birth, your artificial person has been considered a slave or indentured servant to the various federal, provincial and municipal governments via your STATE-issued, STATE-created birth certificate in the name of your ALL-CAPS person. Your birth certificate was issued so that the issuer could claim “exclusive” title to the legal person created. This was further compounded when you voluntarily obtained a driver’s license and a SSN (Social Security Number). The state even owns your personal and private life through your STATE-issued marriage license/certificate issued in the all-caps names. You have had no rights in birth, marriage, nor will you have them even in death unless you re-capture your straw man. (The names on tombstones in cemeteries are in all-caps.) The STATE holds the title to your legal person it created via your birth certificate, until Jane Mary Doe, the rightful owner, the holder in due course of the instrument, that is yourself, reclaims/redeems it.

The Straw Man is a “Person” according to the legal dictionary. Person: 1. a human being. 2. An entity (such as a corporation) that is recognized by law as having the rights and duties of a human being.” ~ Blacks Law Dictionary, 7th Edition

A Human Being: A person of the male sex. A male of the human species above the age of puberty. In the most extended sense the term includes not only the adult male sex of the human species, but women and children. . In feudal law, a vassal; a tenant or feudatory.” ~ Blacks Law Dictionary, 5th Edition

On April 5, 1933, then President Franklin Delano Roosevelt, under Executive Order, issued April 5, 1933, declared: “All persons are required to deliver on or before May 1, 1933 all Gold Coin, Gold Bullion, & Gold Certificates now owned by them to a Federal Reserve Bank, branch or agency, or to any member bank of the Federal Reserve System.” James A. Farley, Postmaster General at that time, required each postmaster in the country to post a copy of the Executive Order in a conspicuous place within each branch of the Post Office.

Everything, since June 1933, operates in COMMERCE! Commerce is based on agreement, contract. Government has an implied agreement with the straw man (Strawman) (government’s creation) & the straw man (Strawman) is subject to government rule, as we illustrated above. But when we, the real flesh & blood man & woman, step into their “process” we become the “surety” for the fictional straw man (Strawman). Reality & fiction are reversed. We then become liable for the debts, liabilities & obligations of the straw man (Strawman), relinquishing our real (protected) character as we stand up for the fictional straw man (Strawman).

A Sole Corporation, as Defined by Black’s Law Dictionary, is one consisting of one person only and his successors in some particular station, who are incorporated by law in order to give them some legal capacities and advantages, particularly that of perpetuity, which in their natural state as persons they could not have. In a corporation sole, one person holds both operational positions of the organization. A corporation sole may be established under legislative authority. It is considered by statute a citizen of the government.

The people are in the State and National government at that same time. The public government is an artificial entity. The government is owned and controlled by the same people. The government is a sole organization, not an aggregate organization. As long as a man is dealing publicly, he is in a sole relationship with the public. The straw man, being artificial, lives in the artificial place called the public. At the same time as people are acting collectively in the larger body of people called the State and National government, they maintain their ability to act individually on a private basis. The people did not give up the rights they did not delegate to the government – they retained those rights. Any man can contract privately as they see fit and government cannot interfere with the private contracts of men. The straw man lives in the public side of government. He is part of the public government, and functions under the laws of the public. This is necessary and proper because the creator of an entity has the right to control it.

Since the government created the straw man, it is only right that the straw man live under the rules of its creator. But once the straw man has been redeemed, the government is no longer in control of the straw man. He is now controlled by the man using his right to private contracts.

So far, the readers might be saying to themselves; WHAT!? Precisely! WATT! A watt is a unit of power that is equal to 1 joule per second. And this correlates with the situation when people say that someone isn’t very bright because they need to ask the same question over and over gain. What? Watt? Wait!?!…

That person is said to be dim because they are not en-light-ened. You could, of course refuse everything that is being shown, but that just creates a negative ionic polarity charge within your own biology, hence to re-fuse because a fuse is an electrical device that interrupt the flow of current if it becomes overloaded. I trust that this will not con-fuse the readers.

The use of the word ‘pin‘ is the reason that banks get you to use a ‘pin‘ number when using a bank card. Well, the Spanish word ‘borne‘ translates as ‘terminal” and “point of a connection to current of electricity.” When people travel to and from airports or bus stations where to they arrive and depart? At the terminal. When you use your credit card you are “charged”, as in a “charge” card.

Logos also translates to ratio, symbol, reason, idea, and logic. The ancient Greek people believed that the power of the logos can be expressed through words and be used to create mystical things (i.e., sacred geometry) through sound. Have you ever wondered why the symbols of corporations are called logos? It has to do with magic and sacred geometry! The process of using logos (source, energy, force) to create things, such as sacred geometry, can be seen in cymatics.

Cosmology and Language

Do you know where and how the day of the week got their name from?

Sunday – Gold – It represents the Sun’s Day.

Monday = Silver – Moon or luna or lunatic’s Day

Tuesday = Iron – marti or Mars = Tui’s, or Tyr’s god of war Day

Wednesday = Quicksilver – day of Mercury = god Woden’s Day

Thursday = Tin – Jupiter= Thor’s day

Friday = Copper – Venara = Venus=god Freya’s or Aphrodite’s Day

Saturday = Lead – god of agriculture = Saturn day

7 days of the week, 7 sacred planets, 7 sacred metals of ancient alchemy, 7 continents, 7 seas, 7 energy charkras in the human body, 7 colors of the rainbow, 7 tones in our voices, 7 year itch, 7 hills in Rome, and 7 wonders of the ancient worlds.

Let’s first look at how one is born into the world, or “whirled”. Why are we “whirled”? First off, from a pedantic perspective this should be obvious since the world’s is “whirled” on its axis. The writers of the matrix movies also knew why because the main character Neo is actually derived from the Latin word ‘neo’ that means “spin, wave”.

The separation of our body from the Sun works in a seven step process which is why there are 7 major planets that give us the seven days of the week. There are seven notes in a mode of music and we also see seven colors in a rainbow. The colors, sounds and words that are whirled are all sep-a-rated because the prefix ‘sep‘ comes from the Latin ‘septem‘ meaning ‘seven‘ which gave the word september which was originally the seventh month of the Roman calendar.

There are seven chakras within the human body that the ancients called the ‘spinning wheels of light’. This is appropriate because their colored wheels are whirled, and we live in a world of colors because we are HUE-mans. Hue is simply a word for color and the quality of the colors determined by the dominant wavelength of each color.

There is an astounding amount of indication and evidence to show that we are multi-dimensional beings that are caught in a cycle of sepa-ration with a certain mathematical ratio of vibration waves holding us prisoner in a endless movie-like loop. The ratio is the ration of the GOD RA (RA-tio) within this base ten reality. Ten fingers and ten toes as the Swedish ‘tio’ states with a meaning of ‘ten’.

The fake gods that hold us all prisoner also need to ration us because we are their food, and a ration is the food allowance given for one a day. The sep-a-ration that is given to the gods while we exist inside of this, our cinematic matrix reality.

Soldiers are sold-to-die, that is why they have dog tags issued to them.

Another way that language is used to make people believe that an action is somehow different when is an employee from government doing the deed.

Arrest = kidnap Bail = Ransom Tax = Extortion Fines = Extortion Confiscation = Steal Usage of Force = Assault Usage of deadly = Murder Collateral damage = Murder!

Bib-el * El-ite * Tower of Bab-El or to Babble On?

We have become the property of the god known as EL – hence, “do what I say”, “oar EL‘s’” indicating if we do not follow the storyline we will be punished by, OR-ELse.

When you go to a bank, you submit an application for the corporation to take your money. Why do you have to submit and apply to the bank? Should not they be submitting and application to YOU for YOUR money instead? Think about that for a minute. Your name is ALL CAPS. You have joined their corporation and in return, they give you a promissory note in return for your money, or One-Eye.

We are told never to swear, yet when we go to court we must raise our hand and “swear” to tell the truth, the whole (hole) truth and nothing but the truth, yet few judges can even tell you the differences between these three separate “truths” you attest to while swearing in front of the judge and jury….per-jury?

submit (v.) late 14c., “to place (oneself) under the control of another, to yield oneself,” from Latin submittere “to yield, lower, let down, put under, reduce.

apply (v.) late 14c., “to put (one’s faculties, etc.) to some task or career,”

This is why “bail-ins” are becoming so common now around Europe, and coming to the U.S. Bail-ins are when a bank depositor’s money is stolen from them referred to in legalese as “Re-Hypethecation. This is the stealing by banks and brokers, for their own purposes, the assets that have been posted as collateral by their clients. Clients who permit rehypothecation of their collateral may be compensated either through a lower cost of borrowing or a rebate on fees. In a typical example of rehypothecation, securities that have been posted with a prime brokerage as collateral by a hedge fund are used by the brokerage to back its own transactions and trades. In the United States, rehypothecation of collateral by broker-dealers is limited to 140% of the loan amount to a client, under Rule 15c3-3 of the SEC.

If you believe there is enough FDIC insurance if it comes down to reimbursing you and all other depositors for your losses, you should think that one again.

Police Officer: A re-venue agent that enforces corporate government contracts and protects the assets of the corporate government including human resources. Compels performance, no injured party necessary. One who has policing powers as found in a “POLICE STATE” i.e. Nazi Germany. An enforcer of policies. The name “Police”came from “policies”.

And to “Register”: fem. proper name, from Latin, literally “queen;” related to rex (genitive regis) “king” (see regal). So when you register your car, you are enrolling it with the Crown of England. This is why you get a “certificate” and not “title” to your car as well.

Enroll your child is to “sign up,” “join”. Register your child “put into inventory”. People are known as “chattel” in legalese. We are just cattle to them. That is why their departments of government are called “human resources”. Just substitute one word and you get “water resource” which means the same thing to local, state and federal governing bodies….and don’t forget International Law as well. All legal systems drive you “up” through the legal system, yet all courts are for-profit corpsorations, belonging to owners hidden by “dba” accounting, or “doing business as”, effectively hiding the true legal profiteers.

Matrix is furthermore the Latin word for ‘womb‘ which is where out body-ship is birthed or berthed. All ships find their berth when they reach the port or dock. When Neo woke up in the matrix, he was inside a battery “womb” or “I-Pod,” which is why Apple computers sells everyone I-Pods, and I-Pads to reflect this. The definition of ‘pad‘ that concurs with this, is that of the temporary living quarters. We are all living in our “I-Pads” or “I-Pods” because we bit the “apple‘ of Sin…

The word “apple” is also phonetically spoken as “A-Pull” because our body ships are receiving a tow (toe) on the conscious dream line of reality which is why we have a skull. A skull? Yes, because a ‘scull‘ is an oar that is used for sculling, and sculling is the propelling of a boat by an oar over the stern. John Sculley ran Apple Computer for ten years. Another co-incidence?

Everything is this reality is designed to make us fearful, and this starts right at birth. It has been said over and over again to humanity that man is born in Sin. Man bit the “Apple” to then be continuously re-born in his or her Apple “I-Pods” which becomes an unrepayable debt. What is the Merriam-Webster’s number one dictionary definition of the English word “debt?”…. Sin! To pay the debt of “Sin” which is the price of our berth and birth in the moon. Remember that the seven days of the week do not include an earth day, since man is truly born in Sin.

We all say HELL-o to each other in everyday greeting. Think about that for a minute.

Every ship, including the human body, is eventually brought into port and is then docked. This is why there is a doctor that de-livers the body-ship because it is a new “liver” being produced – another living being that is being de-livered by the doctor as docked ore. Hence, doctor is phonetically docked ore, and you as the human being are the ore/oar that is going to be mined for gold in your mind because mind is mined, giving us the actual basis of the Sumerian depiction of the Annunaki coming here for gold, because we are the human resources that “mind for gold.”

This also displays the fact that humans are seen as the chattel property of these false gods, since we are the ones they mine, and when someone states that something is theirs, they say “it’s mine!” We are the endless resource being mined/mind, and companies do not have human resource departments because the title sounds fancy. You are also the ore which has an oar because you are the body-ship that needs to paddle through this existence which is a sea of electricity.

Doctors use paddles to resuscitate someone who is in cardiac arrest for this reason. What do they use to resuscitate the patient? Electric currents; just like the sea that has currents. What else do doctors do? They perform surgery, because it is an electrical surge to the body of the patient, thus surge-ery. The docked oar is also the connection to the body-ship and sea terminology, since the doctor has de-livered the docked oar: an oar that is sitting in it’s berth and no longer rowing.

Double cross; An act of betraying an ally, friend, or associate. The Cross of Lorraine has a long history of use in Secret Societies and the Brotherhood. This is also where the term “double cross” comes from. The Illuminati bloodlines, including the double cross is used in the crests of Lithuania, Hungary and Slovakia. The Knights of Malta use the red double cross, as does the largest oil company in the world, Exxon Mobil. Nabisco, the American Lung Association, Hallmark cards as well as Marilyn Manson’s Double Cross album cover also use the double cross logo.

40 Synonyms for “Lie”

Bluff: a statement intended to deceive or confuse 2. Canard: an unsubstantiated story or report 3. Deceit: a deceptive statement 4. Deception: A statement or action intended to mislead 5. Distortion: a deviation from the true meaning, or an overstatement of proportion 6. Equivocation: a misleading or confusing statement based on the possibility of differing interpretations 7. Exaggeration: an overstatement or overemphasis 8. Fable: a fictitious statement or story, in the sense of something made up to explain or justify an unmerited action or state of affairs 9. Fabrication: a made-up fact or incident 10. Fairy tale: a misleading story, especially a simplistic one that would not be expected to deceive anyone 11. Fallacy: a deceptive or erroneous statement; also, a false idea or a flawed argument 12. Falsehood: something untrue or inaccurate 13. Falsification: an alteration of facts in order to deceive 14. Falsity (see falsehood) 15. Fib: a simple, perhaps transparent lie 16. Fiction: an invented statement or story 17. Half-truth: a statement with some basis in truth that nevertheless serves to deceive 18. Humbug: a false, deceptive, or nonsensical statement 19. Invention: a statement crafted to deceive 20. Jive: a deceptive, insincere, or nonsensical statement 21. Libel: a written or similarly presented lie that defames a person 23. Mendacity: an act of lying 23. Misconception: a poor understanding, perhaps deliberate, of a fact 24. Misinformation: a purported fact presented with the intent to deceive 25. Misinterpretation: a deviation from the facts or from a reasonable analysis of them 26. Misreport: an inaccurate account 27. Misrepresentation: an erroneous or unfair interpretation of facts 28. Misstatement: an inaccurate or erroneous comment 29. Myth: a perpetuated notion, belief, or tradition that is suspect or unfounded 30. Obliquity: a deviation from the truth to obscure or confuse 31. Perjury: a lie presented under oath 32. Pose: a false or deceptive position or self-representation 33. Pretense: an unsupported claim, an insincere purpose or intention, or a superficial effort 34. Prevarication: a deviation from the truth 35. Slander: an injuriously false statement about a person 36. Story: a lie, or a rumor 37. Tale: a false representation 38. Taradiddle: nonsense (also, see fib) 39. Untruth: a deviation from truth or the facts 40. Whopper: an outsized lie

The Trident: 3 defense moves that can take down any attacker

Grammar is the art of inventing symbols and combining them to express thought; logic is the art of thinking; and rhetoric is the art of communicating thought from one mind to another; the adaptation of language to circumstance.

The occult definitions of certain words in this article reveal that grammar or the way words are used has the potential to direct and control energy or light/radiation. In the Bible verse Genesis 1:3, it says “And God said, Let there be light: and there was light.” In this verse, the Bible tells you that God used words/logos to manifest light. Keep in mind that the word light has a strong connection to the term word and grammar. In other words, the Universe was created from light and word/logos. The word logos is defined as “thesource that controls the universe”.

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surrender

anther person, another disappointment

they want change without adjustment

they're so out of touch, malicious is their treatment

there's no way i'll accept it and offer commitment

oh, i miss the comfort of the color red

but it isn't real, it's all just in my head

you won't come for me, not today

cos in the dark, i'll sleep all day

i swear this pain breaks me, it slowly kills me

yet, it provides me with the tools to battle adversity

and this pain is heartbreaking, it turns me into an ocean of tears

yet, it's the only resource that fuels me to evolve despite my fears

señor, qué difícil es vivir en un mundo tan frío

qué duro es actuar como que nada pasa y sólo sonrío

todo a mi alrededor está tan perdido

todo a mi alrededor se siente muy vacío

cuándo fue que cambiamos nuestra humanidad por placer desmedido?

y cuándo dejamos que el odio se apoderara y nos hiciera actuar sin sentido?

cómo le hago para confiar en un lugar donde todo es negocio?

y cómo le hago para cancelar mi membresía y dejar de ser socio?

cómo puedo yo mantener mi amabilidad?

y cómo puedo no sacrificar mi vulnerabilidad?

sálvame señor de hundirme en el pozo de la perversión

no dejes que me corten las alas, tengo una misión

horca, amaranto y hojas de vid

one day i radiate, the next i bleed

multifaceted complexities in the sky

one day i smile, the next all i do is cry

hasta que me rindo y me entrego a la incertidumbre

dejo que sea el universo quien todo lo orqueste y todo lo alumbre

me siento en la orilla de un preicipio y veo hacia abajo desde la cumbre

"no espero nada y a nada me aferro", al vivir esa es mi única costumbre

i wake up, and something feels so wrong

it's not sadness, this feeling goes beyond

cos things aren't going as expected

and nothing can be done to perfect it

and i wonder, how can i change the course of my day?

should i take a shower, breathe deeply and pray to god today?

what is it that i can do to make it all feel okay?

should i just surrender to trying to cease the fire away?

is this the way i'll get to see and live another day?

esta vez, lo guardaré todo para mí

esta vez, me guardaré sólo para mí

y aunque me hagan querer entregarme

flotaré ante la opresión, no cederé ante nadie

///

Title: “Surrender”

The title immediately sets the tone, suggesting themes of release, acceptance, and possibly spiritual or emotional yielding. It implies a journey toward letting go, perhaps of expectations, pain, or control.

Stanza 1

“another person, another disappointment”

• The repetition of “another” underscores a cycle of letdowns in relationships. The speaker is burdened by a pattern of betrayal or unmet expectations.

• “Disappointment” conveys a deep emotional exhaustion, not just frustration but heartbreak.

“they want change without adjustment”

• A critique of others who seek superficial transformation without doing the inner work. It reflects the speaker’s awareness of the futility of such relationships.

“they’re so out of touch, malicious is their treatment”

• This line shifts into stronger language. “Out of touch” suggests a lack of self-awareness, while “malicious treatment” hints at deliberate harm or emotional neglect.

“there’s no way I’ll accept it and offer commitment”

• A declaration of self-preservation. The speaker sets firm boundaries, refusing to compromise their values or well-being for those who hurt them.

Stanza 2

“oh, I miss the comfort of the color red”

• The color red often symbolizes passion, love, or vitality. Missing it suggests a longing for warmth, intensity, or an emotional connection that feels absent.

“but it isn’t real, it’s all just in my head”

• The speaker recognizes that this comfort is an illusion. This self-awareness reflects disillusionment with false or fleeting feelings.

“you won’t come for me, not today”

• A painful realization that help or support from another will not arrive. It emphasizes loneliness or abandonment.

“cos in the dark, I’ll sleep all day”

• A withdrawal from the world. “Sleeping all day” is symbolic of depression, retreat, or self-isolation—a coping mechanism to numb the pain.

Stanza 3

“I swear this pain breaks me, it slowly kills me”

• Pain is personified as a force that “breaks” and “kills,” reflecting its overwhelming nature. The speaker feels consumed by it.

“yet, it provides me with the tools to battle adversity”

• Paradoxically, this pain is transformative. It equips the speaker with resilience, turning suffering into a source of strength.

“and this pain is heartbreaking, it turns me into an ocean of tears”

• The metaphor of “an ocean of tears” captures the vast, unrelenting grief the speaker experiences. The imagery evokes both sorrow and catharsis.

“yet, it’s the only resource that fuels me to evolve despite my fears”

• Pain becomes a paradoxical fuel for growth. Despite its destructiveness, it pushes the speaker toward evolution and courage.

Stanza 4 (Spanish)

This stanza delves into existential despair, cultural critique, and spiritual questioning.

“señor, qué difícil es vivir en un mundo tan frío”

• A heartfelt plea to God. “A cold world” suggests a lack of empathy, compassion, or humanity in modern society.

“qué duro es actuar como que nada pasa y sólo sonrío”

• The difficulty of pretending everything is fine while masking pain. This line critiques the pressure to maintain appearances despite internal struggles.

“todo a mi alrededor está tan perdido / todo a mi alrededor se siente muy vacío”

• “Lost” and “empty” convey profound disconnection and hopelessness. The speaker feels surrounded by chaos and a lack of meaning.

“cuándo fue que cambiamos nuestra humanidad por placer desmedido?”

• A rhetorical question mourning the loss of human values to hedonism or selfish desires. It critiques societal priorities.

“y cuándo dejamos que el odio se apoderara y nos hiciera actuar sin sentido?”

• This line laments how hatred has overtaken reason, leading to irrational and destructive behavior.

“cómo le hago para confiar en un lugar donde todo es negocio?”

• A critique of a transactional world where trust and authenticity are scarce.

“y cómo le hago para cancelar mi membresía y dejar de ser socio?”

• “Cancelar mi membresía” metaphorically expresses a desire to disengage from this flawed system or society.

“cómo puedo yo mantener mi amabilidad?”

• A plea to retain kindness amidst adversity.

“y cómo puedo no sacrificar mi vulnerabilidad?”

• Vulnerability is seen as a strength, but the speaker struggles to protect it in a harsh world.

“sálvame señor de hundirme en el pozo de la perversión / no dejes que me corten las alas, tengo una misión”

• A direct cry for salvation from moral corruption. The speaker acknowledges a greater purpose (“una misión”) and asks for divine protection to fulfill it.

Stanza 5

“horca, amaranto y hojas de vid”

• These elements symbolize death (horca, gallows), immortality (amaranto, amaranth), and renewal (hojas de vid, vine leaves). Together, they reflect cycles of suffering, hope, and rebirth.

“one day I radiate, the next I bleed”

• A stark contrast between moments of vitality and despair. This duality reflects the speaker’s fluctuating emotional state.

“multifaceted complexities in the sky”

• “Complexities in the sky” may symbolize the vast and unpredictable nature of life or the universe.

“one day I smile, the next all I do is cry”

• Emotional turbulence continues. The speaker is caught in a cycle of joy and sorrow, illustrating the fragility of their inner world.

“hasta que me rindo y me entrego a la incertidumbre”

• The speaker surrenders to uncertainty, embracing the unknown as a necessary part of life.

“dejo que sea el universo quien todo lo orqueste y todo lo alumbre”

• A shift toward trust in the universe’s guidance and illumination.

“me siento en la orilla de un precipicio y veo hacia abajo desde la cumbre”

• This image captures the tension between fear and perspective. Standing on the edge suggests both vulnerability and clarity.

“no espero nada y a nada me aferro, al vivir esa es mi única costumbre”

• The philosophy of non-attachment is reaffirmed. Living without expectations becomes the speaker’s way to cope and find freedom.

Stanza 6

“I wake up, and something feels so wrong”

• A vague yet powerful feeling of unease, suggesting existential discontent.

“it’s not sadness, this feeling goes beyond”

• This line differentiates the speaker’s state from typical sadness, implying a deeper, more pervasive emotion.

“cos things aren’t going as expected / and nothing can be done to perfect it”

• Acknowledgment of life’s unpredictability and the limits of control.

“and I wonder, how can I change the course of my day?”

• A moment of introspection. The speaker contemplates ways to regain agency or shift their emotional state.

“should I take a shower, breathe deeply and pray to God today?”

• Practical suggestions to cope with unease. The mention of prayer reinforces the theme of seeking spiritual solace.

“what is it that I can do to make it all feel okay?”

• A rhetorical question reflecting the speaker’s longing for peace amidst turmoil.

“should I just surrender to trying to cease the fire away?”

• The idea of surrender reappears. The speaker considers letting go as a way to find calm amidst inner chaos.

“is this the way I’ll get to see and live another day?”

• This line ties survival to the act of surrender, suggesting it is necessary for moving forward.

Final Stanza

“esta vez, lo guardaré todo para mí / esta vez, me guardaré sólo para mí”

• A resolution to protect oneself emotionally. Keeping things “for me” reflects a retreat into self-preservation.

“y aunque me hagan querer entregarme / flotaré ante la opresión, no cederé ante nadie”

• Despite external pressures to conform or yield, the speaker vows to rise above oppression and remain steadfast.

Key Themes

1. Pain and Transformation: Pain serves as both a destructive force and a catalyst for growth.

2. Spiritual Surrender: The poem explores surrender to God, the universe, and uncertainty as a path to resilience.

3. Self-Preservation: Setting boundaries and retreating inward becomes a necessary act of survival.

4. Societal Critique: The speaker critiques a cold, transactional world and yearns for lost humanity.

5. Non-Attachment: Embracing impermanence and letting go of expectations is central to the speaker’s philosophy.

This poem weaves a rich tapestry of emotions, spiritual seeking, and self-realization, culminating in a journey of surrender and resilience.

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