#yo.......................... this took way too long to rewrite

[kyra-cooneyx]

dive — k.mccabe x reader

summary: after a few dates with katie, it seems like your relationship isn’t blossoming as you’d like so you write a song about your feelings towards her

your phone buzzed for what felt like the thousandth time that hour and you balled up the paper with lyrics scrawled on it, throwing it in the general direction of the device.

you knew it wasn’t katie calling so you made no move to answer it. you gripped the pencil tighter in your hand, sighing quietly as you went over the date in your mind. it had been over a week, you thought it had gone well, but you’d hardly heard from her since. so something must’ve gone wrong.

with a sigh, you grabbed a different piece of paper and began rewriting the lyrics that were floating around your head.

oh, maybe i came on too strong

maybe i waited too long

maybe i played my cards wrong

oh, just a little bit wrong

baby i apologize for it

one thing you prided yourself on was being honest in your music, often writing songs about your life to get your feelings out in a healthy way. they didn’t always get recorded, sometimes they were written and kept hidden.

and at first you weren’t sure what was going to happen with your currently unnamed song but the more you wrote, the more you fell in love with it.

so as soon as you found the time, you were in the studio, writing and recording until you were incredibly happy with what you’d produced.

you were listening to it properly for the first time when the door behind you opened. you weren’t worried about who it could be as only certain people had access to the room.

“hey you,” and one of them just so happened to be leah williamson. “watcha working on?”

“a song.”

“no way,” leah deadpanned and you turned to her with a blank stare. “grace said you’ve been cooped up in here for days. i’m assuming this is why.”

grace carter, a long time friend who introduced you to leah after you disclosed that you were a gooner who then introduced you to katie.

“uh huh,” you nodded. “you like?”

“i do,” leah nodded this time, sitting in the seat next to you. “am i right in assuming that is about my irish friend?”

you hummed quietly. “has she… said anything about me?”

“are you kidding?” leah scoffed. “all she does is talk about you, it’s actually kind of annoying.”

“oh.” is all you could say, not really sure what to do with the information you’d received.

leah’s eyebrows furrowed at how confused you looked, leaning forward in her chair. “i feel like i’m missing something.”

“well she hasn’t called since our date so hearing you say that she talks about me just doesn’t make a lot of sense.”

“no, it doesn’t, does it?” she sighed. “come to the game next week, you can talk to her then.”

“i’m not allowed to say no, am i?”

“nope. i will drag you to the emirates by your hair if i have to.”

-

katie’s eyes widened as she spotted you laughing with leah and beth. it wasn’t a shock that you were there, she just wasn’t expecting to see you sporting a jersey with her across your shoulder blades.

she made her way over, reaching for your hand and tugging you away from the pair and away from prying eyes. you frowned a little.

“are you okay?” she asked quietly.

“why haven’t you called me?”

katie blinked. “i didn’t think you’d want me to.”

“why on earth would i not want you to?” you stared at her with wide eyes. “did something happen on our date that i’m not aware of? i have no idea what’s happening right now.”

katie’s face softened a little, sighing as she reached to smooth out the crease between your furrowed brows. “i take it you haven’t seen well anything that’s been going on on twitter.”

“i don’t have twitter and i rarely go on social media, why—what’s happening?”

“someone took a picture of us on our date and it was clear that we were on a date. i know that you’re not out yet and when it eventually blew up and you didn’t call me, i thought that it might’ve freaked you out so i wanted to give you space because i know how hard that conversation can be.”

“oh,” you sucked in a breath. “i don’t really know what to say.”

“it’s okay you don’t have to say anything—“

“no i do so uh thank you, i guess. it sent my anxiety through the roof not hearing from you but the reasoning is sound and kind of sweet. and just so you know i really don’t care what any of those people say or think. and besides it’s none of their business.”

“i should’ve known that you’d say something like that after seeing you in this,” katie tugged at the jersey, laughing softly at the flush on your face. “good choice by the way.”

“thanks,” you murmured bashfully. “i know that leah told you i’d be here but did she say anything else?”

katie shook her head. “no, why?”

“well when leah invited me we were in the studio and listening to a song that i’d recorded and i thought she’d tell you. clearly she did not but… do you want to hear it?”

“i’d love to.”

around fifteen minutes later, you were situated in the studio, shuffling nervously in your chair, the song coming to an end. you looked at katie hopefully.

there was a thoughtful look on her face. “was that about me?”

“maybe,” you shrugged. “did you like it? leah did so if you don’t, it’s about her.”

you giggled at the scowl on katie’s face, watching as if slowly turned into a smirk.

“so i’m like your muse?” she asked and you rolled your eyes playfully.

“suppose so,” you hummed. “it’s called dive by the way.”

“well i love it,” she proclaimed. “and not just because it’s about me. it’s a really good song.”

“thank you.”

silence fell over you both and you could see katie giving everything a look over, a look of genuine curiosity etched onto her face. she turned to you then and you were half expecting her to ask a question about the studio or something else about the song.

“i think the girls are at a pub down the road, fancy going?” she asked instead and you tilted your head as you pretended to think.

“oh i don’t know i’ll have to check my diary, i’m a pretty busy woman,” you sighed, sitting forward and lazily flipping through the music notes. “but i suppose i can spare some time for a pretty girl and her friends.”

when you turned back around, you didn’t expect to see katie’s face turn pink and as much as you wanted to call her out on it, you decided not to.

“come on then,” you said, standing up and holding your hand out to her. “i haven’t got all day mccabe, get a move on.”

katie rolled her eyes and stood, taking your hand and lacing your fingers with hers. you ignored the butterflies in your stomach and let her drag you around, leading you to whatever pub her teammates had chosen.

“you’re buying first.” you told katie as soon as you walked into the establishment.

“why me?”

“because i wrote a song about you, the least you can do is buy me a drink.”

“fair enough.”

she gently shoved you into the direction of the girls and you practically jumped onto leah’s lap, laughing as she grunted before forcing you into the seat next to her.

katie soon joined, squeezing in next to you. the conversation flowed easily between everyone and just as beth announced that she wanted to take a picture, you felt katie’s arm slip around your waist.

you turned to look at her with a smile as she pulled you closer, both of you failing to notice the phone pointing in your direction.

a tap on your knee broke your gaze and you turned back around for the picture, shooting up to have a look at it before asking beth to send it to you.

your eyebrows furrowed when two pictures came through but that fluttery feeling was back as you smiled down at the second one she sent. you made sure katie liked it before posting them on instagram because you meant what you said to katie earlier that day.

you didn’t care what anyone else thought about your relationship or your sexuality. you had katie and that’s all that mattered.

[shiny-jr]

☀ damnation [ the hyena chieftain ]

– Summary: When you commit a crime, you receive a punishment. This is especially true in your society. No matter the crime, your punishment is the same: banishment. But to where you will be sent in exile and how miserable will it be? No one knows, because no one has ever returned.

– Warning: Yes, this is a yandere thing. Gender-neutral reader.

– Characters: Jack Howl, Ruggie Bucchi, Leona Kingscholar.

– Note: Not much to say right now, just a continuation of transferring the results from the quiz onto here so people can read. Like last time, if you haven’t taken the quiz, please try it! I worked a lot on it. As for now, I’m working on the next batch of results (Scarabia, Pomefiore, Ignihyde, and Diasomnia). Scarabia is a current work in progress, had to rewrite part of it because I didn’t like it. 

– Pages: 42

– Not satisfied? Try looking here for the quiz to take it yourself and see where you end up banished!

The King of Hearts   |   The Hyena Chieftain   |   The Diviner 

Wrapped. You were partially wrapped in a thin cool cloth. It was hot, and whatever you woke up on was uncomfortable but was much better than the hard cold benches of the jail. Everything came rushing back in an instant, your crimes, those scowling judges, and the portal that led to your punishment— You were here, the place where you’d live the rest of your life in exile.

Looking around, you thought to yourself, it could be a lot worse. It appeared that you were in some type of room, or a small house, or rather— a cave. The low ceilings were uneven, rocky, reflective and shiny with dew. The hard cold floor was uneven, and looking down, you could see that you lay atop a dirty old mattress with no bed frame. The mattress was just on the floor, there were even a couple of springs cutting through the corners. Thankfully there was light thanks to an old broken lamp in the corner, lit by a flame instead of electricity. The few shelves on the wall were stock full of pots and pans and silverware, and just a few feet away there was a small stone stove. Looks like you ended up in someone’s house. But who’s? And why?

As you jumped up on your feet, you realized that the cloth you were swaddled in was not a blanket for this bed, but a gray wrap that stretched from your left shoulder to the right side of your hip, the cloth held in place by a thin belt around your waist. Attached to the belt was a scabbard, and inside was a curved dagger you curiously examined in the palms of your hands, covered in long fingerless brown gloves. This knife might be useful to keep on you. You never know when things might get dangerous. Tucking the weapon back in its place, you returned your attention to the rest of your outfit. Underneath your wrap, you wore an extremely loose fitted sleeveless brown tunic that could just barely be seen, with matching cargo pants and worn boots.

“Hey, boss! Guess who got a great haul?”

Surprised by the sudden voice, you looked up only to see a short guy barreling into the room, past the curtains that served as a barrier, with an armful of goods. You weren’t too focused on whatever he was carrying, you were distracted by something else attached to his head and lower back. Ears, and a tail. The guy had fluffy but messy brown hair that faded into a sandy blonde, his semi-round ears were brown and his short tail matched his hair color. Were those the characteristics of a dog or a cat…? More important, why had he called you boss?

His downturned eyes, gray in color, peered up at you as he dropped all of his goodies on the mattress you were just asleep on moments ago. Flashing a proud grin, he rummaged through the pile as he explained, “Bunch of tourists from afar were on their way to the kingdom. Lucky for us, they took a wrong turn and ended up on our land. I mean, look at all this cheddar! Coins, jewelry, clothes, oh, and check it out–– rations! There’s a bunch more where this came from. And don’t worry, we split up all the stuff like you told us.”

As he sorted through the various objects, you pried your eyes away from his animal features and noticed his gloves were torn, old and rugged from what must’ve been countless times being worn. In the spots that were torn through, his hands looked rough and damaged from work. Curiously you stepped closer, scanning the pile, “There’s no gloves…?”

“Nah, I went through everything before we split it and sent them to the different ends with the guys to hand out.” Tossing aside some cans, he inquired, “Why? You lookin’ for some?” Actually, now that you were looking at him, you realized most if not all of his clothes were most likely stolen. The white cotton tunic was browning with age and was several sizes too big on his thin form, the large gray pants he wore were held up by a belt similar to yours that held a knife, and he had a dark brown shawl long enough to wrap around his shoulders and extend down his sides.

You still weren’t entirely sure what was going on, but as you looked down at your hands, it became evident that this guy needed these accessories more than you did. Peeling off the long brown gloves from your palms, you outstretched your hands and watched as he hesitantly, confusedly, placed his palms against your own. Removing his old gloves, you replaced them with your own. They matched his shawl. “If you don’t want to throw away your old ones, then save the material to make something else.”

“Really? For me? Seriously, you’re always giving me your things…” Eyeing the new gloves on his hands, he tugged on the material, seemingly content with the new pair. Raising an eyebrow, he eyed you suspiciously, “Spit it out, what job do you want me to do?”

Job? Right, so it seemed like this guy thought you were his boss and he was the subordinate. But it wasn’t just an ordinary gig being run here. Based on what he said before, these people stole if not for a living, then probably very often. And it was a large number of thieves that included himself, and you were their leader…? This was getting too confusing. “Look, I think you’re getting things wrong.” Clear things up now. “I’m not––”

“Is bringin’ ya the news good enough to pay you back? Because I heard a lot of it from those tourists and from locals in the pride lands. Come on, let’s walk while we talk.” Gesturing you to follow, you hesitantly did, and what you saw outside surprised you.

It was the slums. The little house you had been in, was inside of a huge cave system that housed multiple other rooms and even rooms outside in the sun. The environment was rocky, hot, and barren, but there were still countless people about. People like this guy, with fur-covered ears and tails, in rags and worn clothing. Clothes were being washed in huge bins by groups and hung to dry on lines, there was another group over fires cooking bits of food and collecting cans, and various other jobs being done. However, what caught you off guard, was that each person smiled at you and greeted you merrily, calling you boss, as if they had known you for years. Then, they also greeted the guy beside you. Ruggie, they called him.

“So here’s the deal, it’s not looking good on food for the week. We scavenged and sent some fishermen to the far end of the river, we even got some more people than usual at the markets in the kingdom making the usual food runs. But with King Falena making random rounds with his soldiers, we’re risking the chance of our guys getting caught.” Rolling his eyes at the mention of this king, Ruggie scoffed, muttering in annoyance, “Falena’s a dad now, why can’t he just go waste his time playing dear old daddy for that dumb little spoiled brat of his?! That’d make things so much easier for us, you know?”

A king and a land of hungry… Why did this seem familiar? You looked back at the guy beside you and his animal ears and tail. Almost everyone else here had similar appendages. What animal were they…?

“Oh, and before I forget, that Prince Leona was skulking around the borderlands again. Says he wants to talk to you, told me to tell you that myself. Gave a time and everything, talk about conceited.” Annoyed at the memory, he folded his arms behind his head and huffed, “You know, I kinda hate that guy. He’s always trying to boss me around, as if I work for him. Lions, am I right?”

A lion…? A lion prince, and an impoverished community… That… That sounded like the story of the Lion King. A story you used to read a lot when you were a kid. It was about a powerful and majestic lion that ruled over the savanna, and eventually his queen had a son who became heir and next in line for the throne. However, the majestic king had a prince brother who desired the throne more than anything. So, in secret the second prince met with the frowned upon hyenas that lived in the outskirts of the kingdom where there was little food and little water. The second prince befriended the hyenas and with the promise of being allowed into the land of plenty, plotted to overthrow his brother with the help of the hyenas. His plan succeeded, partially, as he murdered his elder brother but his prince nephew escaped. Only years later, after a short harsh rein under the cruel second prince, did the young prince return, now grown. The young prince took back the throne after a duel, and the second prince fell to his demise as the very hyenas he allied himself with, turned against him when the second prince attempted to blame them for the entire ordeal.

“Rightttt…” You responded quietly, not really paying that much attention to him because you were currently trying to piece together what you knew and what was going on. “... What time did he give you?”

“Who? The prince?” Ruggie stopped to look up at the sun, analyzing the angle of the light and length of the shadows with the position of the sun. Slowly he shrugged, “I’d say in ‘bout… few minutes actually. You’re not actually thinking of going, are you?”

The prince… This was a possible lead to… well, something, wasn’t it? Nodding to yourself, you answered confidently, “Yeah, I am, actually. Lead the way, will you?”

A sigh escaped past his lips as his shoulders sagged and he shoved his hands into his pockets. It seemed he was considering it, like he even wanted to say no, but finally he relented and threw up his hands. “You wanna see that stuck-up guy? Go for it. You’re the boss, you know what you’re doing.”

Yeah, you totally don’t know what you’re doing at all. Going with the gut feeling at the moment, and apparently your gut thought you should meet this prince, whoever he was. So you followed Ruggie as he obediently led the way through the dirt streets.

So wait, did that mean that this Ruggie guy and the rest of those people in the community were supposed to be the hyenas? Glancing at his animal characteristics, you could totally see it now. The fluffy ears and the short tail with brown or black colors, they were definitely the frowned upon hyenas of the story. Which meant that the majestic king was King Falena who Ruggie beside you off-handedly mentioned earlier, and his son was the kid prince that would one day rule the land after the tragedy. And finally, the villain of the story, the cruel and calculating second prince, brother of the majestic king… was this Prince Leona that wanted to meet you.

If you got all that right, then one of those outlandish rumors about where prisoners were banished to, was actually right! What a weird punishment, to be transported to the animal equivalent of Hamlet. At least they weren’t actually animals, just people with animal traits?

Now, considering all that, the rumors and information you had so far, what role did you play? It was obvious that the hyena folk didn’t see you as just some random human stranger that popped out of the sky and fell onto their land. No, they held you in high regard, like a person in power, despite not having their animal traits and you not knowing a single one of them. There was this one rumor your crazy aunt used to rave on and on about whenever a trial was broadcasted. Now it made sense as to the reason she always read you bedtime stories about good guys and bad guys, was precisely because she firmly believed that theory she always talked about. She truly believed that criminals would somehow end up in fantasy tales, and die in those tales. Maybe she wasn’t crazy after all. She actually had it right on the money. Wait—

Did that mean you were going to die here? Nervously you looked over at Ruggie, who seemed completely content with walking in silence, as he led you through dry rugged lands of cliffs and stone.

As you walked beside him, careful of where you stepped, you replayed the whole story in your mind. You were with the hyenas, they called you boss, so were you… the hyena clan leader? The clan leader was respected by the rest of the hyenas, she called the shots, and dealt directly with the second prince when negotiating. It was also her who overheard the second prince betraying them when confronted by the kid prince after he returned. Then, she and the rest of her kin, attacked and killed the royal that betrayed them. Queen shit, but what happened to her after? It never clarified, since the story revolved around the kid prince and how he restored the savanna to its former glory once he reclaimed the throne. If you had to guess, she and the rest of the hyenas were probably forced into the outskirts once again, where there were little resources to live off of.  There was no immediate death for her, no violence that ended her life, but she was surrounded by poverty, starvation, and lack of water until the day she died. That was still a horrible way to die…

The ending never sat particularly right with you as a kid. Surely all the hyenas weren’t bad, so why were they all driven away while all the lions got to live in the land of milk and honey? It didn’t make much sense, considering the main villain was a selfish lion too. You for one, did not want to settle with the destined ending already set in place.

If we’re going according to the plot, then this must be when the second prince initiates first contact with the hyenas and begins to gain their trust to use in the plotted coup against his elder brother. As you got near the top of a few cliffs, on one side were the slums you just emerged from, and on the other side was vast greenery as far as the eye could see with a large colorful vibrant city. Two completely different worlds, separated just by cliffs.

From your spot this high up, you could see various animal-like folk. Yet the most common had golden ears and a shiny mane, wearing just as shiny gold and jewels with fabulous garbs, living in huge houses no-doubt furnished entirely with fine objects and appliances. In a way, the huge gap between the rich and the poor reminded you of home, and not in a good way. You scowled at the abundance these lion-folk had, while thinking of the misery the hyena folk lived in. It really was no wonder that the hyena clan leader had willingly helped in a coup, if it meant her people would finally get a piece of the wealth. The scowl grew on your lips as you spat, “Eat the rich.”

“Hear, hear!” Ruggie threw his head back and laughed, but it was a sort of desolate laugh, not one of happiness. And it was obvious as to why it came out like that as he eyed the bountiful city down below. “If it weren’t for them, you’d be the ruler of this land, you know. Doesn’t that seem great? Getting to live life without worrying when your next meal will be or if there’s even enough water to drink?”

Resuming your trek behind Ruggie, you slowly nodded along to his words. “Yeah, that sounds like a dream to be honest…” But the hyenas eventually succeeded in becoming part of the savanna. However, it doesn’t last long before the savanna becomes a desolate wasteland. Perhaps it couldn’t support both the lions and hyenas, but stories liked to claim that the hyenas just consumed far too much due to their greed. If things did go according to the story, then you would have to find a way to prevent the land from becoming barren and lifeless.

Just as you reached the top of the cliff, you and Ruggie roamed the high grounds until you spotted something. Or rather, someone.

They were a towering figure, if you had to describe them, he looked like the most intimidating bouncer to stand at the entrance to the most exclusive club. Perfectly fitting the body-guard type, he must’ve been security for the second prince. He looked to be on the younger side but he had to be over six feet tall, and with a muscular build like that, you feared that he’d easily be able to take on both you and Ruggie if things went south.

His attire was unlike yours, it was dark brown thick fabric with colorful orange and red vibrant patterns over his torso, that were mostly concealed by bronze and gold plates over his shoulders and chest. And in his hands, he held a long sharpened spear. Yup, definitely a guard. It became obvious that he noticed you, because his golden-brown eyes became laser focused on you and your companion. His ears–– among his wild mess of white hair that contrasted against the healthy bronze glow of his skin, were white pointed wolf-like ears, standing upright in attention. That’s when you noticed his long bushy tail too.

Yeah, that’s a white wolf, but there were no white wolves in the story…? Additionally, he looked nothing like Ruggie, who was short with his brown and blonde hair and beige skin, that easily allowed him to blend in with the rocky environment. Were you wrong? Was this not a story?

The wolf guy eyed you and Ruggie with suspicion before stamping the dull end of his spear against the ground and barked, “The prince approaches! His highness wants–– er… is requesting an audience with… you.” He pointed at you with his spear.

Inexperienced. You were right, the guard was young and he doubted himself with that last line. You exchanged glances with Ruggie, who must’ve been thinking the same thing as you, because he covered his mouth and whispered,

“Newbie. Fresh meat.”

You cracked a bit at that last bit, a very short and brief laugh nearly escaping your lips, to which Ruggie only grinned at before lowering his hand. The guard did not seem to appreciate the laughter in response, because his ears flattened back a bit and his frown deepened in embarrassment as he chastised, “I heard that! You disrespectful–– If you have dignity, you would respect the prince!”

“Why should I? He’s a lion, he’s definitely not my prince.” Crossing his arms, Ruggie took amusement in the wolf’s annoyance. So he continued cockily, “Yeah, we know who he is. He’s just like all those other lions, lazy, arrogant, you name it.”

The guard looked like he wanted to retaliate, but you weren’t sure if he wanted to go about it physically or verbally as he clenched his fists and gritted his sharp canines. You sent a look over at Ruggie to which he zipped his lips and offered a half-assed apologetic shrug that was directed more to you than to the wolf.

Just before you could find out if this wolf would act on impulse, a figure you hadn’t even noticed appeared from the shadows of the cliff.

“Don’t let them get to you, Jack. They enjoy seeing you all flustered.”

Immediately you whipped your head towards the approaching figure, wondering how they were so quiet. How long had they been there? When he stepped out of the shadows, you were immediately blinded by the jewels and beads wrapped around his neck and wrists. Even his red agbada was decorated with golden and orange linings, highlighting his wealth even further, as if the rare accessories weren’t enough. A mane, a long brown mane just slightly darker than his cool umber tone, was nearly enough to hide his own animal traits. Almost. You could make out the shape of large cat-like ears and a long thin tail that hung limply. A lion. This could only be Prince Leona, the second prince.

Turning his predatory green-eyed gaze over to you and your companion, he faked mock dejection before an amused type of grin appeared on his tired face. “We lions can’t be that bad. Try not to lump me in with them.”

You stood a distance away with Ruggie, carefully eyeing the prince. Right over his left eye, was a lengthy scar. At the moment he seemed… alright, but if you were right about this world’s events following the plot of the story, then this prince was to be feared. The second prince was cunning, calculating, and cruel. Very nearly did he succeed in everything. He murdered his elder brother, he completed the coup, he won over the hyenas, he became king. The only thing that went astray in his near-perfect plan, was the escape of his nephew that allowed the cub to grow and eventually become strong enough to regain the throne. That was the second prince’s one mistake that led to his demise. Slowly, albeit unsurely, you nodded your head in acknowledgement of his presence.

“Chief.” Leona nodded back regally, his curved charming smile keeping you on your toes. “I’m surprised you accepted the invitation. I didn’t think you would come. I thought maybe you’d send your little lapdog for you.”

Glancing at Ruggie, you noted his irritated frown, but the comment didn’t appear to dig into him too much. You’d have to choose your words carefully. Afterall, this was a prince you were dealing with. These were practically diplomatic issues, one misstep could bring trouble. But, luckily, you knew how things would go, and you had a rough idea of how the second prince would react according to the story’s plot. Even if things did go astray, not everyone would jump to defend the second prince. It’s said he was disliked by nearly everyone in his home kingdom.

Turning your attention back to the said royal, you responded calmly with an even smile, “I thought maybe the prince would have better manners and better brains than to just openly offend one of my own. Do you know what we do to royalty that step out of their kingdom?”

Once those words left your mouth, Jack bared his teeth and pointed his spear at you, bending his knees and shifting into a fighting stance.

However, Leona’s amusement at your retort quickly faded as he appeared unimpressed at his guard’s action. “Easy, boy. Relax.” Once the wolf begrudgingly lowered his spear and resumed his standing position, the prince shrugged, “It’s true, it’s not much of an invitation from me since we are still on your land. Forgive my impertinence, won’t you, chief? Where are my manners? I shall practice my curtsy next time I greet the ruler of the hyenas.”

At his sarcasm and dramatic curtsey, you gave a quick chortle. “Flattery won’t get you anywhere, you know.”

“I realize that, which is why I’ve come with an offering.” Leona snapped his fingers, gesturing to his bodyguard.

You hadn’t even noticed but Jack was carrying a bulky knapsack which he removed off his back at the sound of the prince’s snap. Zipping it open, he dumped all the contents of the bag onto the space between himself and the royal. Shaking it to make sure it was empty, he then tossed the bag aside, leaving a sizable pile of canned rations and packed goods. The metals and reflective packaging shone in the sun, tempting the hyena beside you.

Holding out your arm, you stopped Ruggie from jumping into the pile of food, shaking your head at his hands itching to snatch up every single object he could carry. This was it, you realized. This was how he befriended the hyenas and earned their trust. He bore gifts they desperately needed in the name of good-will, and only later did he reveal his plot that required their assistance. It wasn’t a friendship, it was something akin to a treaty. A treaty that would one day be torn to shreds the moment he betrays the hyena-folk. When you looked up, everyone was watching you, waiting to see what you would do. It felt as if the lion was patiently biding his time until you fell into his trap.

The plot was moving forward. Leona needed the hyenas, he couldn’t complete the coup all on his own. So either way, with or without your approval, he would win the majority of the hyena-folk by his false good-will. You could reveal to Ruggie and the others that you weren’t who they thought you were, but that didn’t work before. Even if it did work this time, what then? Would they turn on you? Would they accept you but lower your standing in the ranks? Or would you be banished, die stranded in a hot desert where the vultures would peck at your remains? There was that option, or… you could stay and play the role of chieftain of the clan. Then, with your knowledge of the story, you could alter the course of the future, get rid of the kid prince and keep the kingdom from declining once the hyenas arrived, and live the rest of your life in the beautiful land of plenty. To be honest, that last option sounded way better than the first.

Clearing your throat, you began, “I see what you’re doing here, Prince Leona. Offering food with a smile, waiting for us to eat out of your hand like obedient mutts so you can save us in your backpocket for something… devious. I respect that.” Focusing your gaze on the surprised prince, you once again flashed another smile before nodding to Ruggie, to which the hyena immediately dove forward to claim the offering. “But if you want our trust, or are trying to fool us, it’s going to take a lot more than that.”

In an instant, Ruggie had shoved every single ration and good back into the sack. Once done, he threw it over his shoulder and merrily gave a salute, jogging backwards until he was right back at your side. “Pleasure doing business!”

“Distribute that when we get back.” You murmured to the hyena, then averting your attention back to the important matter at hand. The prince. Giving him a thankful nod, you began to take your leave, following after your energetic companion, but not without bidding your goodbye, “Prince Leona, and Jack, was it? I look forward to next time. And next time, try not to underestimate us.”

At your words, Leona merely scoffed, his smile gone as he warned slowly, “Oh no, perhaps you shouldn’t underestimate me. But for now… Be well, little chieftain.”

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By the second visit, a week had passed.

In that week, you had begun to get a feel for what this role you took over required. It may have seemed like an attractive role, to be a clan leader beloved by many, but it was tiring and grueling work. It required hard labor, there wasn’t a moment you weren’t busy either with tasks directly for the clan or by solving disputes within the community. Directing the groups of expert pick-pockets and looters to areas of the prosperous kingdom where King Falena was least likely to appear on his rounds, assisting in separating and handing out the stolen goods when the group returned, collecting foraged foods to cook with a group designated to prepare meals with the little they had, that was only a small list of responsibilities you had somehow managed to successfully deal with since arriving. The meals you had were not full course ones, but it was just enough to get by on, but not enough to keep you full since you’d wake up every morning with an aching hunger.

As you climbed up the cliff to the meeting spot designated by the prince who once again sent word through Ruggie, you were followed by said hyena. The guy was really a huge help around here, it was no wonder that everyone in town loved him, even if he was conniving, he only really ever plotted against the lion-folk.

In your head, you went over the story for the umpteenth time. You couldn’t remember any other specific reason the second prince would visit again unless he was trying to further build the foundation of trust. To be honest, you had been so busy trying to complete your work and blend in the past few days, that you had forgotten about the prince for a while. Until now that is. When you arrived at the meeting spot, Jack and Prince Leona were already there waiting.

As soon as the lion’s green gaze landed on you, a smile appeared on his face. You didn’t like his smile. It was the type of smile that felt like it was hiding something, it felt like more of a grin or a smirk. But perhaps that’s just the way he smiled. “Why, if it isn’t the chieftain descending from on high to meet me? Or shall I say, ascending from down low.” His gaze flickered to the run-down abodes down below.

“Haha, uh-huh, watch it, Prince.” You raised your gaze to meet his, having to look up at him as he casually strolled past you. Getting close enough that you worried he might try something. “Let’s speak privately. You seemed to doubt my sincerity last time, so let me try again. Jack.” Turning to face his personal guard that approached when summoned, Leona gestured to the wolf and continued, “Take him. You have him for one week. Use him as you like. Through intense labor, guarding, whatever. He’ll serve you well, just try not to use him for your little thieving parties. If caught, I’d rather not have to explain to the court why my own guard was working hand-in-hand with you hyenas, stealing from citizens of the kingdom. He’s a good guard, comes from the northern continent, new and naive but he has enough strength to overpower some of my brother’s own guards. But I laid claim to him before Falena could.”

You eyed the muscular guard up and down, looking at Ruggie who appeared just as caught off guard as you were. When your companion met your gaze, he shrugged, looking uncertain. Turning your attention back to the guard, you crossed your arms and inquired, “And what’s your say on this, big guy? You’re really okay being left here for a week in this wasteland?”

Those big pointed ears of his perked up as he peered down at you, looking the tiniest bit astonished that you would even ask his opinion on this matter. Actually, you were a little offended, because you could clearly tell he was surprised.

“I’m not gonna take you if you don’t want to come. Please, I am not as savage as your royal master here.”

That slight smirk on Leona’s face and lack of denial spoke volumes.

Jack nodded, hesitantly bowing his head in respect as he answered, “I’d be honored to be part of any deal to mend relationships between the hyena-folk and the rest of the kingdom.”

Ah. Now it all made sense. That’s how Leona was painting it out to be to his loyal guard. In reality, what Jack said wasn’t that far from the truth. Hyenas would become part of the kingdom, but probably in not the manner he expected it to happen.

“Well, that settles it, doesn’t it, chieftain?”

“I guess it does.” Shifting your attention from Leona and with one more glance at Jack, you resisted the urge to laugh at the wolf’s slowly wagging tail and determined expression. Poor guy really thought he was going to make a meaningful difference, when he was all just a pawn in the prince’s plot… “Ruggie, take Jack down to the town and show him the ropes. Give him a job that won’t get us in trouble with the king.”

Your subordinate side-eyed the guest who was looking at him expectantly, before frowning and finally waving at him to follow. “C’mon, let’s get outta here and let them talk boring politics. I’ll show you around then tell you where you’ll be working the rest of the day.”

You watched the two take their leave and head back down to the town, ignoring the way Leona purposefully stepped closer. So close that his thick locks nearly brushed against your nose when he turned to walk away. “As he said, let’s talk politics.” You watched as he sat on a large rock conveniently placed under the shade of the higher cliffs, and he gestured for you to do the same. So you sat across from him on another rock, and continued with your inquiry, “Why are you so incessant on gaining our trust?”

“Hm, I wonder…” He hummed, pulling out a bag that was hidden behind the very rock he sat on. Without any explanation as to what was inside, he dropped it at your feet. You had a decent guess as to what it was. Supplies. “Here you are. Now, I’ll be taking my leave––”

Watching him get up, you remained seated and merely murmured, “If you won’t answer me, you won’t receive my trust. Trust is a two way street, you know? So if you tell me what it is you want, we might actually make progress today instead of just ending at another standstill.” When he stood still, you murmured with a confident smile, “You want the throne, don’t you?”

Those tired green eyes carefully studied you before he grinned with equal confidence and muttered, “You aren’t the real chieftain, are you?” You slipped up and froze, your expression dropping, and that’s when he knew he had you. “The real chieftain wouldn’t take the initiative to extend conversation with me, or have the confidence to tease. And yet, the hyenas appear to treat you the same. I wonder if they have realized, hm?”

A standstill once again. You felt your throat dry, uncertain how to respond. He had you, but you had him. If you revealed his secret, then he could be banished from his homeland or worse, and he’d never ever get to sit on the throne. If he revealed your secret, you may be a goner, there was still that slim chance that the hyenas would turn on you. When he didn’t sit down, you gulped and hesitantly tried, “Your brother… what would he say?”

“You would tell him? Oh, how the thought of my big brother knowing makes me quiver with fear.” He mockingly hissed, chuckling at the end. “Falena knows I wish to be king, he just cannot comprehend the things I would do to attain the crown. Even if you could reach him, why would he have any reason to believe the word of a lowly being from the hyena clan? Is it not as you said? Trust is a two-way street.” A smirk curled on his lips, revealing his unnaturally sharp canines. “Let’s establish a bit of trust between us, little chieftain. You must know, I mean no disrespect. I have a certain… respectfor those that try so hard to be on par with me.”

You watched him carefully, feeling your nerves rise until he slowly sat back down. Only then could you breathe a sigh of relief, but you didn’t, because you had to keep your guard up around him. You couldn’t allow another little thing to slip, and give him the upperhand. Meeting his tired green eyes that never once strayed away from your form, you admitted, “I just want to survive.”

For a moment, he was quiet, looking you up and down, analyzing you as he slowly leaned against the larger stone behind him where he rested one arm. “Life's not fair, is it, my deceitful friend? I’d gamble and say wherever you’ve come from, whatever your circumstances, they were not much better than they are now, are they?”

The trial and your banishment immediately came to mind once his words reached your ears. You averted your gaze downward and frowned as you thought of how cruelly you were tossed out of the community, how they did not care what would happen to you now. And then there was everything beforehand, your personal grapples and struggles with the rigid rules of that society. It left a bitter taste on your tongue. Somehow, it's as if Leona sensed your anger and hate boiling inside. It might actually be similar to himself, perhaps that’s why he one day snapped and decided that what he desired most far outweighed the lives of those few who loved him.

At your silence, he continued, “While some are born to feast, others spend their lives in the dark, begging for scraps. The way I see it… you and I, are exactly the same. We both want to find a way out, and that way is through what my brother has.”

Your eyes shifted back up to his neutral expression. You knew what was coming. But, you were curious, “Why confide in us? Why not just challenge the king in the duel? You do have that right, since you're from royal blood just like him. Ritual combat is the easy way out, isn’t it?” You already partially knew of the answer to this, but maybe now, under these changed and special circumstances, he would give up more information.

At that, he scoffed, appearing irritated as he replied, “You think facing Falena is the easy way out? Tsk. I’d call you a fool, but you clearly aren’t that. Just ignorant at times. I wouldn’t dream of challenging him again.” Leaning forward, he folded his hands together, and then his mood began to change. That vexed frown began to steadily shift into an eager grin, an ominous one that showed hunger. Not a gluttonous hunger for food or drink or anything of that sort, it was a hunger for power, and the second prince was starved of it. “Unfortunately, I don’t have the mighty strength his royal highness has. But, I do have something he does not best me in: brains.”

There it is. The proposal. This was it.

Leona turned his head to the horizon, noting the direction of the sun that was beginning to fall, day was turning to night. Gazing at the colorful sky with you silently observing as you remained in his company. “I believe I should be going.”

What? You watched incredulously as Leona stood from his seat and stretched his arms over his head, opening his jaw to let out a big old yawn. What lax behavior for a prince. And what was his deal? Cutting things off when things were just getting good! You felt like you just watched the most anticipated episode of a soap opera only for it to end on a cliffhanger at the huge climax, but also… it felt like he finally moved the knife away from your throat, metaphorically speaking. It felt like he was doing this on purpose, so his words would haunt you until the day he returned. “That’s it?”

Noting your frown, the prince gave a lazy grin as his arms swung back against his sides. “Don’t be too depressed. I’ll be back in a few days for my guard, and to continue these talks with you. And I won’t hold your little secret over your head, as long as you don’t hold mine against me. I have a very interesting proposition that you and your kin will love, one I’m sure we can all agree to without the use of our secrets. But until next time, consider to what lengths you’d go for yourself… and your clan, of course.” Nodding his head to you in acknowledgment, he turned away and began his trek back home, but not before leaving you with these thoughts weighing heavy on your head, well over an armful of supplies to carry home, and those familiar parting words, “Be well, little chieftain.”

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Over the next few days, not only had Leona’s words truly haunted you and prevented you from getting sleep at night, but you also had to keep watch over the wolf on top of your usual duties.

But surprisingly, Jack fit in just fine. You weren’t sure what to expect from the guy in the first place, considering he was pretty out of place in this setting and you still had no idea what role he played in the original tale. Yet somehow, he seemed to fit right in, swiftly handling chores that would usually take multiple people hours long to complete, getting along with the village children running about and mischievously attempting to trip him up, and beginning to look up to the conniving Ruggie. Everyone was incredibly weary that a palace guard was among the community, some even questioned your decision, but when he showed he was useful, he was gladly accepted. Most even thought he was humble and pretty amusing for such a tough guy to be so dedicated to following your right-hand hyena.

Speaking of following… You had caught the wolf stalking you on multiple occasions, but never outright admitting he was tailing after you. Had you been had? Was Jack actually instructed to spy on you by that second prince? No, there was no way. Jack had rigid morals and stooping so low as to spy under the guise of a diplomatic deal to mend relations would definitely go against those morals. Although you did have to admit, it was pretty funny to see him try and sneak around to shadow you when he stuck out like a sore thumb.

One day, in the middle of his stay, you were startled to find him outside of your room, so alarmed that you mistook him for someone else with the lack of brown hyena appendages, that you nearly brought out your dagger to strike. Only for him to greet you good morning rather enthusiastically, confusing you with the change of attitude from him. It was different from what you were used to. Ruggie was fairly quiet in the mornings, he was much kinder, at least to you and those he cared for, so he’d greet you with a dopey smile and sparkle in those downturned eyes. Jack, however, was not like that. His greeting was reminiscent of that of a soldier at morning salute, not smiling but still full of energy. Then he’d only take his leave once you informed him where you would be throughout the day.

Then came the unexpected acts of service. Whenever you required assistance with a chore or had to send word out, the hyenas would listen to your commands obediently. But Jack took that to a whole other level. Whenever he had completed his tasks, he’d come to you, taking up the role of subordinate much to Ruggie’s annoyance. The only way you could get the wolf off your back and to stop him from taking over your own chores, was to give him a list of more tasks that was hopefully enough to keep him busy for the next few hours. Yet somehow despite all that, it never was enough to stop him.

At dinner time when most of the clan sat down to eat at the center of the village, he’d serve you and proudly explain that he helped hunt and gather food for the day! Just when you thought you could get away after eating, you’d be dead wrong. Because somehow, Jack would find you, and escort you home, despite your insistence that you didn’t need a personal guard to walk you home. It had only been one day, but the guy was already starting to get on your nerves. How did Leona even deal with him?

So when you were greeted by him on the final day of his stay, you decided to cut things off here.

“Look, Howl, answer me this. Why are you so insistent and respectful all of a sudden?” You crossed your arms, eyeing him warily as you continued your small interrogation. “Didn’t you nearly attack me and Ruggie the first time we met? You seemed like you hated us, so why the change? Huh?”

At your words, his ears flattened in shame and he averted his gaze down to the uneven ground, looking like a kicked puppy. “I misjudged you and your clan, I’m sorry… I’ve been trying to make it up to you.”

“What?”

“I’ve been watching you, and you’re a respectable leader, more than most give you credit for.” Did he not realize how weird that first line sounded? “I have to apologize. I fell for the rumors without knowing anything about you, and that was wrong. In the kingdom, they don’t exactly say the most… flattering things about you and the others. But they’re dead wrong!” At his sudden exclamation, your eyes widened and you stared at him as he continued his rave angrily, as if he were the one being whispered about. “You aren’t some mangy stupid rude crook! You’re fair, selfless, and diligent! And all the hyena-folk starving and living like this… they don’t deserve it!!”

“Are you done?” You frowned at his outburst, waiting until he pursed his lips together and silently nodded. His fluffy white tail hanging limply behind him. Well, he was sincere, even if everything he said wasn’t true, at least about you. You weren’t all those good things he said, you were just doing this to survive, to save and later improve your own life. However, if accepting his apology meant you would finally get some breathing room, then you had no choice but to accept. “It’s alright. You’re forgiven. Besides, complaining isn’t going to help us in any way. If that weren’t the case, you’d hear me complaining all the time.”

Jack remained quiet, slowly nodding, “You’re right… Which is why I’m going to help for as long as I can!” He what…?Looking even more determined than before, he gazed down at you and confided, “You’ll be striking up a deal with my boss, won’t you, chieftain? Now I know why he’s so incessant on sending rations every once in a while! And the king… he wouldn’t approve so that’s why he’s gotta do it in secret!”

Yeah, no, Leona was most definitely not sending supplies out of the pure goodwill of his heart.

“I want to stay here with you, and help out as much as I can! Until people won’t go hungry anymore!”

“Uh-huh…” You muttered, noticing his slowly wagging tail. He was getting way too worked up over this. “Don’t you know, if the king heard you say all that stuff, then you’d be a traitor? Hyenas and lions are sworn enemies. You’d lose everything. The only reason you’re currently not labeled as a traitor by the state, is because your boss has you here in secret.”

“I know… but Leona wants to help you guys out too, doesn’t he?”

The answer to that was… debatable. “Sure, let’s just say we both might help each other out. Why?”

“Then… I’m swearing my loyalty to you!”

You froze, stunned into silence. Without even needing to ask why, he answered.

“You know I’m from the north. I’m from a small village, a poor one. Not as poor at this one, but I know what it’s like to be in need. This place needs my help, more than the king and his kingdom do, even more than Prince Leona. So I’m going to do all I can until everyone has enough to eat and drink.” Stepping closer, you winced a bit at the rapid wagging of his tail that created a slight wind and you did not miss the instance his pointed ears perked up straight in attention. “Leona doesn’t need my help, he’s honestly stronger than me… but that doesn’t mean I’m weak! I can be useful!”

Yeah, you know. You witnessed a sparring match with him yesterday where he was able to take on five of your own men and women. Actually, with everything he’s saying now, it all made sense as to why as soon as he was victorious in yesterday’s match, he looked in your direction as if expecting praise. Total sense. Even if you did reject his pledge, you had a feeling he wasn’t exactly the type to take no for an answer.

“I’ll be your guard now, boss!” He was looking down at you expectantly again with those sparkling eyes.

Jack really had no clue what he was getting himself into, did he? You merely sighed, not willing to sit here and listen to his reasoning all morning. “Okay, you know what? Fine. Jack, welcome to the clan. Just don’t expect me to be the one to break the news to your now former boss.”

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“Chief!”

You stirred, groaning as you begrudgingly opened your eyes, stretching out on the rough mattress and shivering from the cold of the windy outskirts. When you glanced to the side, there was Ruggie, crouching at your bedside and looking both wide-awake and alert. Blinking slowly, you muttered, “What is it, Ruggie?”

“There’s a spy! We’ve been had, boss, but they’re still around. We got them surrounded, so they’re not going anywhere.” The hyena watched as you immediately sat up, giving you space to place on your boots and grab some weapons.

You grabbed a few things, whatever seemed useful and small enough to carry on your person. Something like this hasn’t happened since you arrived, but you had a good idea on how to go about the situation from stories told to you by local residents. They said spies were much more common a few years ago, and the former clan leader could be much more… brutal in her resolve. A spy appearing now was throwing a wrench in your plan, especially if they noticed a certain white-tailed soldier here. “Who noticed them?”

“Jack. He’s the one keeping them at bay, but knowing him, he’s probably beaten them an inch within their life.”

“Shit.” Great! Just peachy! Just the opposite of what you needed. If that spy got word back to authorities that a guard of theirs had turned, it could ruin Leona’s plot. Which might mean that the hyenas would never get to live in the pride lands. When you heard running footsteps, you quickly removed the curtain separating your room from the outside. You stepped outside just in time to see a figure sprinting past your door–– that is until a thin rope was thrown at their feet, tripping them up by getting their legs tangled in the material.

Thump!

They fell over with a yelp before being dragged in the direction they had come from. In an instant, the person who had caught them and dragged them back, had tossed the remaining rope over a tall wooden pole that held a small lit candle to dimly illuminate the dark street. Jack heaved on the rope, pulling so the captor hung by their legs several feet off the ground, like some rare catch being displayed in the middle of the town.

“Y-You can’t do this to me! You’re part of the kingdom! This is treason!” The spy cried as Jack tied the rope to the pole so he could let go and they wouldn’t fall.

Slowly approaching, you announced your presence with your voice. “What do you have there, Jack?”

As soon as his ears detected your voice, he stood upright almost as if in salute as he answered, “Boss, I heard them sniffing about the storage. They planned to poison the only water source we have.” He turned to glare at the captured spy, nearly growling, “This would’ve made everyone sick, and people would’ve died.”

“Huh. I get it now.” According to your knowledge, this was not the first time something of this sort had happened before. Although the last time it happened was years ago. Several years ago, when a group of lion-folk attempted to cut off the biggest food source the hyena-folk had. Tilting your head at the spy, you noted their dark lion ears and tail. One of the few outcasted so called weak and sick lion-folk that came to the village as the only place they could go when their own turned them away.

Jack gazed down at you, murmuring, “It’s your call, boss.”

Their arms flung around wildly as they attempted to stop themselves from swinging in their captured state. From the shadows there were eyes, watching so intently, and you were sure that this snoop knew they were being watched by more than just you and the wolf beside you. They struggled to speak properly, but managed to choke out a desperate plea, “If you let me go, I-I’ll never come back here or to the kingdom! I won’t say a word about this wolf-man here. And–– I’ll tell you who sent me! But! You must promise that you won’t kill me.”

You ignored Jack’s gaze, focusing your attention on this back-stabber. You recognized them. They had been in the hunting group. Continuing your staring contest with them, watching their wide eyes and the way their chest went up and down with quick breaths in rapid succession, you finally had your reply. As calm as can be, you responded, “I swear I won’t kill you. Now, who sent you to stick your nose in where it doesn’t belong?”

Hesitating, they then groaned and relented, “The queen! The queen has been wanting to put a stop to the constant thieving and tricks by the hyenas. So she sent me to get rid of a few.”

“That’s all I need to know.” The queen was hardly mentioned in the original tale. All that you knew was that she was supposedly a strong and respectable woman, beloved by the whole kingdom, and deeply in love with the king. Oh, but now you are beginning to despise her. She too had no idea of the change that was to come. “I think it’s fair game now. She tried to take the lives of people here, so I’ll take everything from her.”

As you began to walk away and wordlessly gestured for Jack to follow, the captee began to squirming anxiously, not able to reach the rope around their ankles. They hung out like a piece of steak to dry, and for their crimes, that’s exactly how they will be treated. A piece of scrap to be torn apart bit by bit. “Wait, chief! Don’t leave me like this! We had a deal! Any crime seen has to be reported, wolf! You took that oath when you started working for the royals!”

Slowly nodding at his words, after a few more paces you noticed Jack froze. Sighing, you turned around, watching the enemy struggle like a miserable little fly caught in a web. Bending down, you picked up a sizable stone which you judged the weight of in your hands, inspecting it in your palm. “You’re right. I promised that I wouldn’t kill you. And as per his oath, Jack has to report what he saw. He can’t report what he doesn’t see.” Tossing the stone, you struck the candle atop the post, extinguishing the flame and the only light source for this block. It was night, and there was no way to see.

“W-Wait, what are you doing?”

The glowing eyes of the watching hyenas seemed to brighten in the sudden darkness. Multiple pairs of eyes steadily creeping closer to the defenseless traitor.

“Oh, wow, too bad. The light went out. Guess we can’t see.”

You ignored the traitorous lion’s cries and begs for mercy, a rapturous laughter breaking out from the multiple spectators. Their giggles rung in your ears, the pure multitude of them overpowering the fearful shrieks of the one criminal. You managed to get the former royal guard to look ahead instead of back behind him, escorting the wolf further down the road because from your room you were certain you would still be able to hear the carnage about to take place. As Jack went a few steps ahead before taking a turn at a block, you lingered behind, looking back to see the enemy screaming and wriggling wildly but to no avail. They continued to hang from their feet as the glowing eyes from the darkness crept closer and closer, no doubt ready to strip them for all they had and give them a punishment for their betrayal that could only make them yearn for the sweet release of death.

You followed with Jack, getting far away, enough so you could no longer hear the pained screeches and wails of misery. Once far enough, you questioned, “Did you know? About the queen?”

Jack whipped his head towards you, his white hair rising a bit. He looked as if you asked him if he poisoned the water. Betrayed. “No!! I’d never do something as low as that!”

“It’s just a question.”

He frowned deeply, ears flattening as per usual when he was somber. “Why did you do that…?”

Stopping in your tracks beside him, you looked up at him, able to see his features well on these dimly lit streets. “What, that back there? If we let them go, they would’ve reported you anyway. I know their type. Besides, I have to help out my own, don’t I? That’s my job.”

His expression went blank, but you could practically see the words being processed in his head. The more it registered, the more his ears perked up and the faster his bushy tail wagged. It was difficult for him to hide that slight curve tugging at the corner of his lips, no matter how hard he tried to remain stone-faced. “Your own…” That meant acceptance, didn’t it? “Right, I understand now… Thanks, chief.”

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Maybe saying that to Jack was a mistake. His insistence on being your closest subordinate had only worsened, if that were even possible. He burned through chores and tasks even faster, sticking by your side like glue. As you tried to escape his presence at least for a minute, you found yourself on the outskirts of the village by the abandoned bones of giant creatures and in the dark rocky valley where most lion-folk wouldn’t dare venture.

In between two small cliffs, you were abruptly yanked up in a tiny cranny where a familiar hyena quickly motioned to keep quiet. It was a small little nook he found off the ground, a cool shaded perch nestled between the larger rocks. Holding a single finger up to his lips in a shushing motion, he grinned when he heard the wolf calling your name was getting further and further away. After a moment, he finally relaxed, sighing loudly, “Man, I thought that beefcake would never leave! Seriously, who’s he think he is? He’s practically trying to rob me of my top spot! I’ve worked my tail off for this place beside you, you know? Jack won’t ever understand, he could only dream of getting on my level with you! I kept my promise, you know.”

“Hm?” When you turned your head to look over at him, he was gazing at you with those gray eyes, watching you intently. Before a content looking smile steadily overcame his features.

“My promise, you remember, don’t ya? When you used to take care of us and the other kids, just because you were the oldest and the strongest. So you’d go out and make those dangerous rounds into the kingdom all on your own, and you’d always come back with just enough food for us to share. But you were always injured somehow.” In this small space, he had to sit curled up, bending his knees but using them as a spot to lean the side of his head against. He continued to smile at you, giggling at those mysterious memories in his head. “It worried us sick when you left, and when you came back scratched up we couldn’t stop cryin’. So one day, I promised you that I’d get stronger to help you out and… Well, I’ve kept that part of the promise. Now the only part left is the part where I swore we’d live in a huge fancy palace one day where you didn’t have to go out and do the hunting!”

So Ruggie was close to the real chief, even before they became leader of the clan… It made you feel slightly guilty for taking up this moniker. But you had no choice when you were tossed into this world with no warning. However, even if Ruggie couldn’t fulfill this childish promise, you would. It was the least you could do, not just for yourself, but for the rest of the hyena-folk. He helped you so much in that first week. Leaning your head against the wall, you responded quietly, “I’ll make sure you get to live in a palace someday soon, Ruggie. I promise.”

“Don’t say that, or I’m gonna hold you up to it! Besides, I promised first. Make up your own.” He laughed, playfully bumping his shoulder against yours as a cheeky grin spread on his lips. After a moment, he waited, gazing at you impatiently as he tilted his head and rested it back against his knees. “Well? C’mon, tell me, what’re you gonna promise to me?”

“What should I promise you…?” Tapping your finger against your chin, you pondered on the thought. What would Ruggie want? Scratch palace off the list, because he already claimed that. An abundance of food seemed like an option, but you rather not risk promising him that and watching the land run out of resources. Promising him a place in the pride lands was a bit too much on the nose. It would just make you seem suspicious when you would eventually get all the hyena-folk access to the pride lands. Finally, after a few moments of thinking with no ideas, you shrugged and inquired, “Well, what do you want, Ruggie? What can I give you?”

That cheeky grin grew wider, stretching across his face as he averted his gaze, beating around the bush and drawing out his words for further suspense. “Welllll… Actually, there is something I can think of, call me greedy.”

Rolling your eyes, you scoffed, feeling your own smile begin to form. “Okay, greedy, what is it?”

If you took a peek, you could see his short brown tail moving side-to-side rapidly as he lifted his head, “Swear you won’t laugh? Even if it is mushy and stuff?”

Amused, you gave a soft chuckle, “I swear, I won’t laugh. Even if it’s mushy.”

Shifting so he was facing you with his legs crossed, he began somewhat hesitantly, almost nervously, before gaining a bit of confidence the more he went on. “I want you to promise me that I’ll always be your number two, and you’ll always let me stay beside you.”

Raising an eyebrow, it suddenly hit you. Ruggie was jealous of Jack! At that realization, a small laugh escaped your lips as you poked him, pestering him for a response as you teased, “Aww, were you jealous of that big bad wolf~? Is that it? I should’ve known! You’ve always been sticking by me, then Jack comes and ruins your flow. Who would've guessed?”

“Shut––! I’m not jealous!” He hissed, growing embarrassed. “You promised you wouldn’t laugh, you lyin’ little––!”

Laughing and giggling reached your ears, causing you and Ruggie to both freeze. His semi-round ears perked up, both of you listening intently to the voices. It sounded like two children, but it wasn’t familiar. Leaning your ear closer to the stone wall, you listened to the voices that were getting closer and closer, almost directly below the hiding spot you were in.

“This is it. Just like my uncle said!” One of the voices whisper-yelled, as if they were worried about whatever may lurk just around the corner, or just above them. It sounded like a young boy. But none of the children you had encountered in the village sounded like him, and you met practically all of them.

The second voice piped up. It was the voice of a young girl. “It’s so creepy… People really live out here?” That implied they were children not from the outskirts.

Then you were reminded of a scene from the original story. The young prince, son of the majestic king, heard a secret from his uncle, the second prince. The second prince told him of a graveyard full of bones among the outskirts, just past the kingdom’s reach, where only the bravest of souls ventured and returned from. The young kid prince, being such an ambitious child, foolishly snuck out to the outskirts with his friend. There, they were attacked by the hyenas, for the outskirts were their territory. The only reason the two children and royal attendant who arrived late to save them, were not killed, was because the majestic king arrived just in time to fend off attacks and warn the hyenas to never attack his son again. That scene was about to happen, right now.

As the two children, the kid prince and his friend, went back and forth, you and Ruggie exchanged glances. Steadily a grin spread on the hyena’s face as he mouthed: fresh meat.

Before he could even think about moving, you held up your hand, motioning him to keep still and quiet as you detected an additional pair of steps. Steps coming quickly, heavier, meaning it was someone in a rush. Someone heavier than a child. “Wrong! The only thing we’ll be doing is going home! We’re way beyond the boundaries of the kingdom!”

The royal attendant that served the king himself, there was no mistaking it. It was happening. Silently, you and your right-hand hyena listened to the slight bickering and scolding occurring between the young royal and the attendant. As much as you wished to end the king’s royal lineage here, which would allow Leona to take the throne once Falena passed, that would take far too long. The kid prince couldn’t die here. He needed to remain alive, that way you could be sure to kill two lions with one stone later. Besides, killing the two later by staging the accident was much more preferable to killing the young prince in cold blood while the king remained alive and could wreak havoc in revenge.

Ignoring the continuous conversation down below, you looked over at Ruggie who appeared antsy. “Now?” He whispered impatiently.

You shook your head. You didn’t want to face the majestic king alone if he really was strong enough to make people fear him. So, turning your attention to Ruggie, you replied in a hushed tone, “Backup first. No wolf in this royal business. And I want them alive.” You grinned, giving him the sign to go. “Scare them good.”

The royal attendant quickly attempted to usher them away, but the two children stubbornly refused to budge. “Right now, we’re all in very real danger––!”

Interrupting him was a whistle. A slow quiet whistle in an ominous tune, carried on by the wind which seemed to make it echo throughout the entire area, bouncing off the bones and walls of the rocky terrain and carrying it beyond. Any hyena-folk or a wolfman within close distance would be able to pick up on the whistle with their ears, and those of the clan might be able to decipher its message. Backup needed. Only hyenas, no wolf or lions. Capture guests alive.

The whistling had caused the three unexpected guests to become paralyzed in fear, you could see the hairs on the back of their neck were raised in alarm. First they heard Ruggie, who’s whistling had turned to cackling at their expressions of freight.

You too couldn’t contain your laughter at their pure fear. “Heh, Ruggie, when I said give them a good scare, I didn’t mean to the point of making their souls leave their bodies.”

The hyena shrugged, giggling as he followed you when you stalked closer to the unexpected guests. “Gee, boss, what can I say? It’s not my fault it’s as easy as stealing candy from a baby.”

You ignored the other two, and honed in on the kid prince, the protagonist, the hero of the story. Too young to fight back, yet one day he’d be powerful enough to defeat even Leona. “How unexpected to be greeting the son of a king.”

The three had nowhere to run, not when the reinforcements arrived. Soon, they were surrounded by a good number of hyena-folk. One thing you learned about hyena-folk is that they were small and gaunt due to lack of nutrition, but they worked frighteningly well together in groups to defeat much bigger and stronger opponents. As you focused solely on the little prince, you examined his features as he bravely stood in front of his friend. There was a healthy glow in his bronze cheeks, and his hair was unlike his Uncle Leona’s. His short messy locks were thick strands of a bright orange that faded into yellow, and he had big brown eyes that never broke eye contact with you. “Two children and a servant of the king’s. I know exactly who you are.”

The royal attendant interjected, stepping between you and the two lion-kids. “Let them go, chief! We did not mean to step on your land. We will leave immediately!” No matter how he spoke, you could tell he was scared but his tone and the way he stepped back each second when you didn’t stop moving forward, forcing the two younglings behind him to step back as well. Had he been a hornbill bird like in the original tale, his feathers would surely be all ruffled by now. “If you do this, you will start a war with Falena!”  

“Hyenas and lions have been at war since anyone can remember.” Removing your knife from its sheath, you gripped its handle in your hand. In its reflection, you could see Ruggie and the other hyena folk appearing fidgety and ready to sink their claws at any given moment, while dread and terror crept onto the faces of the three in front of you. “But with this… I can cause the kingdom a tiny shred of grief, just as they have caused the village a world of pain.” All you wanted to do was knick them, a cut small enough to draw blood, but when you lunged forward, the royal attendant threw the long blue sleeves of his cloak at you, effectively blinding you but only for a moment.

As soon as you lunged, so did the others. Those hyenas closest to you, instantly removed the royal attendant and pinned the squirming man to the ground. When you could finally see again, it revealed you were correct on your guess. The two lions had run, with some of your own chasing behind them until they were led to the underground tunnels. Placing your knife back at your hip, you scowled at the royal attendant now restrained and unable to help those he was tasked to protect. “Keep him there, don’t let him go. The rest of you, after them!”

From where you remained, you could hear and see the hyena-folk running about, in and out of the maze of tunnels. They were small, yes, but the children were smaller, so they’d no doubt get away until they were cornered, just as they did in the original plot. But this was exactly what needed to happen for the plot progress. There was no point in changing the plot now. It was best to change the plot when you could reap the most, and that was not now. It was a loss required to win in the grand scheme of things.

It didn’t take long for the two lion-children to reemerge from a hole in the ground, leading the two to become surrounded. The two huddled together, fearfully scanning the faces of the dozens of hyena-folk that surrounded them.

Three.

The young prince bared his baby fangs, letting out a squeak of a roaring war cry. A pathetic example, probably puny compared to his father. Speaking of which, he should be here soon, judging by how the royal attendant was gone meaning he had somehow escaped the grasp of his hyena captors. That attendant would probably be sending out an alert by now.

Two.

You watched, unimpressed as the hyena-folk present broke out into laughter at the cub’s tiny yeowl, their heightened anxiety only doing more to add to the hyena’s howling cackles. Even Ruggie was doubled over in laughter, but you knew better than to lower your guard right now, especially as a few of the underlings poked and prodded for the little prince to do his war cry once again.

One.

You grabbed Ruggie’s collar and pulled him back just the young prince opened his mouth, and a much powerful louder war cry like a terrifying roar could be heard that echoed in the space all around them. Just in time, you watched as the hyena-folk stepped back in alarm at the sudden noise. Towards the back of the crowd, you could make out the scene of some of your own men and women being flung to the side like rag dolls by a mightier figure. It was clear by just that glimpse, that this was King Falena, and he was stronger than even Prince Leona and former royal guard Jack. You couldn’t watch these people get hurt anymore, so you whistled, instantly signaling your kin to back away as the lionman’s ears perked up at the noise from your direction.

When he rushed forward to stand closer to the two children, you nodded at your kin to step further away, giving him plenty of space and no one within radius to attack. Their brown and black semi-round ears were flattened as they kept their distance, none daring to attack, not that you would make them right now. You felt Ruggie’s hand on your back, he too kept low and didn’t engage.

When the king’s brown-eyed gaze turned to you, it held nothing but pure fury. Now that you were looking at the majestic king of the tales, he really did look like his son, the similarities were uncanny. But King Falena didn’t look anything like his brother, Prince Leona. Falena had bright brown eyes that must’ve been usually filled with kindness whenever his son wasn’t in danger, Leona had watchful green eyes that felt they were judging you with every move you made. Falena had a long warm-colored mane with sand-colored fur on his lion traits, while Leona had a dark mane with dark brown fur on his lion traits. Falena had a stature and was built with an incredible strength that must’ve even greatly surpassed your wolf guard, and while yes Leona had a sure strength himself he was only a few inches shorter than Jack. It really was no wonder Leona had never won the crown through ritual combat. No matter how you saw it, Leona couldn’t beat Falena through a battle of brawn. However, a battle of brains may have a different outcome…

“If you ever come near my son again––”

You stood your ground as he stood close, his face merely inches in front of yours. Behind your back you gripped the dagger in your palm, resisting the urge to plunge the weapon through his eye. Imagine that, if you could give the king a scar matching his disgraced brother. It took everything not to snap back, attack him for all he and his kingdom had done by leaving the hyena-folk to rot. But somehow, you didn’t lunge forward. You only nodded slowly, answering firmly, “No, Falena, never again.” Patient. You needed to be patient this time.

“You’ve been warned, chieftain.” Falena growled before turning around, giving his son one last firm look before silently escorting them through the crowd of hyenas that parted ways for them to take their leave.

Once they were gone, you gazed around, seeing the hyena-folk help the injured and wounded by Falena’s short rampage. Behind you, Ruggie emerged, moving in front of you to do a once over, despite knowing you had barely even touched anyone throughout that entire ordeal. “Are you good?”

“Yeah, I’m good. Perfectly fine…” Just then, your gaze traveled up to the cliffs. High on the top of the rocky terrain, was that familiar lionman, the second prince, gazing down at the scene with a slight frown. When his green eyes flitted over to you, you frowned in turn as a small smile appeared on his face before he promptly disappeared away from sight. “Ruggie, you stay and help the others. I have to have a little talk with our prince friend.”

It didn’t take very long to reach the top of the cliff where you found the second prince lounging in the shade. Leona didn’t spare you a glance, and he didn’t even open his eyes, but you knew he was awake. When his ear slowly flickered, he sighed, “Why didn’t you kill them?” When you blinked, his eyes were open, those green orbs gazing at you intently. “You had the perfect opportunity. Yet you hesitated.”

Begrudgingly, you sat down across from him, frowning at his lazy form. “Because I know you have a better plan. A plan that will get rid of both Falena and his son.”

A sly grin made itself visible on the curve of his lips, and you felt that you made a mistake before the words even left his lips. “I never once told you that, or anybody about that.” Shit. Sitting up before pushing himself up to his feet, he slowly began to circle you as he mused, “You know, you always seem to know what’s going to happen, before it happens. Somehow, you were able to get this far without any of your clan noticing you aren’t the true chief. You’re always looking at me with this wise-ass look, like you’re so proud that you can predict what comes next. When we first met, for a brief second there was a look of… disbelief on your face when you kept staring at me. After pondering on the possibilities after our last meeting, I think I figured you out. It sounds insane, but then again, I’m not completely sane if you haven’t noticed by now. But you aren’t even from this world, are you? You had this foreign scent on you when we met, it was something I couldn’t name even if I tried, but now all you smell like is hyena. Then I looked into it. I went down to the kingdom’s marketplace, I even contracted merchants to bring me sweet-smelling products from all around the world. But nothing matched that scent you had on the first day, nothing at all. At least… nothing in this world.”

You went still as he stopped pacing, and opted to plop close down beside you. Incredibly close, so much that his arm that propped up half his upper weight was against your arm. You could feel his warmth, but his close proximity made you squirm in place. You didn’t move an inch though, because even scooting over an inch would be giving him a sign that you would bend to his will.

As he leaned against you, you glared at his amused expression. That cocky smirk was on his lips, because he knew he had you in his claws. When he spoke, he was so close that he only had to speak in a low and husky whisper. “This time, I brought a proposal instead of an offering. But I want to hear you tell me what it is I’m planning.”

You were silent.

“Well?”

Under the pressure, you finally relented. “Fine. But only if you answer one question I have.”

It only took a second of consideration until he hummed, “Of course. That’s only fair, chieftain.”

Taking a deep breath, you averted your eyes away from intense green-eyed gaze, attempting to forget the fact that his face was literally inches beside yours. There was no point in hiding it from him anymore, was there? He already knew everything. “My guess is that you’ll want to do it in the gorge. You’ll have myself and some of the other hyenas start a panic with wild wildebeest grazing on the grass. There’ll be a stampede, and you’ll have the little prince down there waiting. When his old man goes to save him, you’re hoping he and the prince get crushed by the stampede. If not, at least it’ll weaken them enough to finish off quietly and stage it as an accident.” When you glanced at him, you could see his grin had grown. “Did I get all that right?”

“Everything down to the smallest minute detail.” He chuckled, somehow finding this tense exchange amusing. His tail swished slowly side to side, and you couldn’t help but notice how pleased he looked with himself. “Now, your question.”

You paused, carefully considering how to go about wording this specific inquiry. All the while he continued to watch you, never once taking his eyes off you. Until finally, you had it. “Why’ve you kept me alive? If you knew I wasn’t who I said I was, you could’ve told the hyena-folk by now. You would’ve been a trustworthy figure then, at least in their eyes. They’d follow you, just like you want. You never needed my help. Besides, if you knew I knew stuff about the future, wouldn’t that mean I was a threat to your plan?”

“You see me for the wonder I am.” Noticing your confusion, he continued, “You don’t know what it’s like to be the second born, when your entire kingdom scorns you just because you were born a few years late. But now…” He chuckled, holding your chin between his fingers and forcing you to look him in the eye. “With meticulous planning and suffering through years of denial, I’ll become King. I’ll get everything I ever deserved and more. And should you help me achieve my vision, I promise you, you will do more than just survive. You shall thrive. But without me, you won’t get a thing… If it's agreed, shall we go then? Let’s inform your beloved little village of the coup of the century that will take place tomorrow.”

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To say the clan rejoiced at the news felt like an understatement. They were elated, it led to partying and laughing all night, all of them eager to follow your command and the second prince’s plan if it meant that they could finally improve their way of living. Even Jack, who you thought you might have to deal with his refusal due to his strong morals and all, only silently listened to the declaration by Leona before approaching you and announcing he’d follow what you decided.

It wasn’t much of a choice anyways. You’d get to survive and live in splendor, and you’d improve the lives of so many hyena-folk that may have later died of sickness or starvation, all in exchange for the life of a king and his son. When the day arrived, you sent out the able-bodied hyena-folk to prepare. Burn the wild wall of thorns between the cliffs and the desert, have a few posted at every potential escape route, place watchouts on top of high cliffs so they could see everything, and above all was the warning from you to the clan. Do not let the young prince escape, because if he does, then hope for the lion-folk will live on and he may one day grow to be as powerful as his father.

When everything was prepared, you waited. You had assembled a small team to rile up the wildebeest, which consisted of yourself, Ruggie, Jack, and two other small groups of three hyena-folk currently positioned on other sides. You would frighten the creatures simultaneously, flanking from the back, the right, and the left, forcing the gigantic horde to go down into the gorge where they’d create a deadly stampede, trampling anything in their path.

Jack gazed at you silently, before he murmured quietly, as if to himself, “Is it alright to really be doing this…? To kill the king and the prince? I know you said it was, and I trust you, but…”

“Jack, you’re way too soft. It’s an eat or be eaten world! If you’re so worried about it, think about it this way. Those two lives will allow countless hyenas and outcasts like me and you to survive.” Ruggie scolded, watching as the white wolf slowly nodded. While waiting for the signal, he glanced at the wildebeest grazing on the grass before looking at you. “You know, I knew you were ruthless, boss, but going along with Leona’s despicable plan? I mean, not that I’m opposed to it, but it was surprising at first, is all.”

“I do whatever I have to for…” Me. “You and the others.” Out of the corner of your eye, you noticed a figure on an opposing cliff. It was Leona, who was staring you down with a devious sort of smile. He must’ve already left his kid nephew down in the gorge. Quick to change the subject, you announced, “There. Let’s go. Jack, signal to the others.”

Obediently he fulfilled his command, standing upright from his spot leaning against the boulders and rocks they hid among. When he whistled, it rang in the air, immediately alerting not only your allies on the other side of the herd but also the wildebeest that shot up in alert.

It took one stone from you, a stone tossed at full speed, smacking the hind leg of one of the closer wildebeest, causing it to let out a deep pained noise and instinctively react by kicking about wildly, causing a chain reaction of confusion and alarm to those around it, which only spread further and further. Jack’s whistle was the sign to attack, and having already made the first move, you stood back as you watched Ruggie, Jack, and the two other hyena groups jump out of their hiding places and cause even more of a panic throughout the entire herd as they scared the beasts with their spears and knives.

You watched as the wildebeest began to scatter in the opposite direction of yourself and the clan members, leading them right into the gorge. They moved as a group. One thing about wildebeest, is that they traveled in herds with numbers ranging anywhere from a few hundred to a couple of thousands. They were so numerous and sizable creatures that caused the ground to shake when startled and running. It would be very very difficult to survive a stampede of such magnitude, maybe that’s why Leona chose such a demise in the first place.

When all of the wildebeest had been chased off the flat and into the gorge, you stood beside your subordinates and paced at the edge. Ruggie and the others looked excited, almost as if they were having fun, especially because they managed to catch and kill one of the straggling creatures. Jack looked down at the gorge, frowning but doing nothing else until he inquired, “What next, boss?”

You couldn’t be at ease until you knew that both King Falena and his prince son were dead. You didn’t want to imagine the prince getting away, which would lead you to years of sleepless nights as you would have to plot a way on how to track him down through the desert and send people to kill him. “Good job, everyone. Now, go out to individual posts along the desert. Make sure the entire perimeter is covered. The king and the prince cannot leave that gorge alive, got it?”

A chorus of hums and giggles responded, “Yes, chief.”

Once they all departed and you were alone, you slid down about halfway into the gorge. You weren’t on the ground floor, so you weren’t concerned, but for now to avoid being seen, you would keep behind boulders and rocks to blend into the environment. At this point in the story, the second prince would feign horror as he goes to inform the majestic king of the stampede occurring with the young prince trapped within the gorge. The two brothers would rush to the gorge to save the young prince. For now all you could do was follow the cloud of dust and stragglers the stampede left behind, keeping low and against the wall so you would not be spotted.

The gorge was massive, so you continued for a few minutes, all the while reciting the rest of the story from your childhood in a low mutter. “When Falena and Leona get there, they see the kid prince hanging onto a branch during the stampede. Falena jumps in to save his son, dodging almost every hit by the wildebeest. As he’s right next to the branch, he’s hit, knocked down and the branch breaks. Before the kid prince can fall to his death, his dear old dad jumps and catches him. When he lands, Falena is hit again, dropping his son. Falena manages to get up and pick up his kid, putting him on a ledge right before he’s swept away in the stampede. The prince watches in horror, looking for his dad, until he sees Falena jump out and cling to the steep wall of the gorge. He struggles to climb up, obviously weak from being hit before, but he reaches the top and there at the top… is Leona.”

Leona. There was Leona across the gorge standing upright and looking down at the figure beneath him as if they were nothing but a speck of dirt on his feet. Just below him, nails dug into the rocky walls and slipping, was King Falena. You couldn’t hear what they were saying over the thousands of hooves stomping against the ground, but you didn’t have to hear a word in order to know what was going on. This was the moment where the majestic king died. In an instant, Leona lunged forward slightly, digging his nails into the flesh on the back of the king’s palm, which caused him to emit a roar of pain. You knew what came next. You averted your gaze to the side as you heard his plummeting scream, and then it was silenced, drowned out by the continuous running wildebeest. Long live the king.

One down, one more to go. The cloud of dust left behind in the stampede’s destructive wake, concealed the bottom of the gorge from your sight. You need to get down there now. You needed to see Falena dead with your own two eyes, and you needed to make sure that the kid prince he left behind would not live to see tomorrow. Upon finding your way in the dust, you squint to see past the sandy clouds, and one of the first things you could make out upon searching the ground was the king’s motionless body on its side right under the broken branch. Yet neither of the princes were anywhere in sight.

Continuing forward, you felt your nerves spike. That kid prince must have ran–– and you could only hope the story would truly divert from its original course here and now. You could only pray to whatever cruel god there was that allowed you to be thrown into this world, that all your preparations worked to stop the runaway prince.

When you heard a footstep, you froze, hand hovering over the dagger at your hip as the approaching shadow in the cloud of dust got closer and closer. However, when it was revealed to be Leona from the ashes, your shoulders slumped, relieved of the tension. No breath of relief, because you could not be relieved when knowing that the job was not done yet. However, that tension immediately went straight back into your system when you noticed the red on his hands. By now he had already noticed you, he probably was aware of your presence far before you were aware of his. Hesitantly you gestured to the blood on his hands. “What’s that from…?”

“A finished job. It’s not mine.” He answered with an ominous smirk. Steadily he stepped closer, before announcing in a melodramatic tone, “My brother’s death is a terrible tragedy, but to lose my nephew who was swept away in the stampede and whose body was never found… For me, it’s a deep and personal loss.” No longer could he hold in his laughter as he stood right in front of you and concluded, “So it is with a heavy heart that I assume the throne. Yet out of the ashes of this tragedy, we shall rise!”

You frowned, prying your eyes away from his hands and to his face full of wicked mirth. “And the body?”

Sighing, he rolled his eyes but answered in a slight chuckle, “I knew you’d worry about that. So I had your clan dispose of the body, in the desert where no one will find him and his remains will be plucked by the vultures.”

At that moment you froze, eyes going wide. That… That might have been the fate that would have awaited you…

When he stepped closer, so close that you were practically up against his chest. You winced when he tapped the bottom of your chin until you looked up at him, painting the bottom half of your face red with the blood smeared on his fingers. Blood that was not his, whether it belonged to the king or his son, you weren’t entirely sure, and you’d rather not know. “That won’t happen to you, I wouldn’t let it happen.” He spoke, as if he sensed your current fears. Just then, another delighted smirk grew on his face and that familiar spark of desire reignited in his eyes. He had the throne, the kingdom, what else did he want? What else could he possibly gain? “I promised you that you’d thrive, didn’t I? Well, now that the throne belongs to me, I’ll make good on that promise. Your reward is the opportunity to be my royal consort.”

Your stomach dropped, feeling dread settle in the pits of your gut as his thumb moved to rub small circles on your cheek, covering you in more red. Only a small choked whisper could escape your throat. “What?”

“Be my consort.” He repeated casually, looking down at your stunned expression with amusement that made him chortle. “What better way to unite two, lion-folk and hyena-folk, then by matrimony between two leaders? You get a life of splendor and continue to hold power, while I reign as king with you by my side. It’s like… killing two lions with one stone, isn’t that right, my Little Chieftain?”

[dreamofjoys]

Thinking about Mal with a size kink because he's SO FUCKING TALL there's no way you wouldn't look tiny under him. He can't help but find it enticing how small you are compared to him. It also awakens a protective instinct in him, and he gets a bit possessive. He needs to make you his in mind and body. And who better to take care of you than a prince, soon to be king, also the 5th most powerful magic user.

Just some brain rot

-ET

— cw: fem reader, smut, virgin loss, belly bulge, breeding kink, possessive, creampie, unprotected sex, overstimulation, praising, cock warming, size kink

— a/n: how dare you send this ask at 6am in the morning (in my timezone) ??????? I NEED AT LEAST 10 PAGE OF YOUR MALLEUS BRAIN ROT // this took long cause I just finished tooth extraction… and I had to rewrite cause I accidentally closed the page and didn’t save😭

you are right, he is fucking tall (if you are as tall as malleus, may i please know what’s your lifestyle diet because im only 160-161cm)

this guy has a size kink, but how did it came about/how did he discover about this kink of his?

it’s honestly quite easy. the both of you were just trying sex out for the first time. initially, he was quite scared to put his dick inside you

child of man, you look so damn small as compared to him. what if he breaks you into half? (malleus we all want that)

but your slutty moans and begging had his blood rushing to his dick, turning him on. so he carefully rub his head on your pink folds, slowly sinking himself in

he groans when he feels your walls gripping onto his dick like a vice, head spinning when he realised how your cute little hole is accepting his thick length

he starts off slow, afraid that if he were too hard, you would get hurt

however, it doesn’t help that you were mewling like a kitten, hands gripping onto the sheets, hips bucking up to thrust yourself into him, begging him for more

that’s when malleus realised a bulge on your stomach. he presses his palm onto it, causes you to squirm as you yelled out a fuck. it’s only then, he realises that it’s his own dick making its presence known from inside

his emerald green eyes widened in shock. was he that big to the point that he could literally mould you to his shape? or were you that small to the point he could just do however he like with you?

it dawned onto him that you were THAT vulnerable. what if people take advantage of you and hurt you?? no no, he would never let anyone lay a finger on you. he’s a powerful figure, surely, people would not dare think about hurting you if they know that you are his, right?

so he starts fucking you harder and faster, folding you into half so that he could reach the deepest depth of you and become one with you. he needs to cum inside, spill all his royal seeds inside you. not just once, but many many times, until he has none left (but lets be real, he has a lot in store) he wants to store all his cum inside, so that people could smell him on you and back away. after all, who would mess with the malleus draconia?

he has a breeding kink but we can talk about this next time

he wants to make the whole world know that you are his. thus, a one time sex is never enough

his lips curled up into a smirk whenever he watches your fucked out state. your body twitches at the smallest touch, both of your mixed fluid drooling out of your stuffed hole; he pushes back in with 2 fingers, not wanting to waste anything

the best part of all was that you could only think about 3 things. malleus, his dick, and his cum

you would grip onto his horns for support, whining to him that it's too much, his too big, you can't cum anymore, he cum too much and you feel too full

malleus only laugh, giving one last powerful thrust. his dick kisses your cervix before spurts of cum fills up your womb again

he pats your head, praising you for being his good girl

he tells you that this is for your own good, for your own protection, no one would harm you if they could smell him on you

he tells you to rely on him. he has great power and status, something that everyone is afraid of. he assures you that he would protect you with everything that he have, so just let him take care of you. all you need to do is to be his alone

too disorientated to process his words, you nod your head like his good little girl, hands reaching out to hug him before passing out from exhaustion

malleus doesn't pull out, he keeps his dick snug inside your hole, cum buried deep inside you as his slender fingers combs through your hair, wishing you a good rest and sweet dreams

he views you as a vulnerable human, something that he has to protect, no matter what

[writerze]

author’s note: i was supposed to write this days ago. anyway look at my pookie in the gif, he’s so fine

summary: on your way to Miles’ apartment, y’all made a brief stop at a coffee shop.

if anything is confusing please let me know this is rushed !! might rewrite again idk

e!42 miles morales x fem!black!reader

part 1 part 2

Miles had suggested the two of you worked on the project at his apartment, explaining how it was quiet and his mom wouldn’t mind as long as he called her in advance.

Which explained why you were currently waiting at the front of the school, searching for his familiar face among the crowd of students rushing to leave.

A hand tapped you on your shoulder causing you to whip your head to look behind you. It was Miles with his school bag slung casually over his shoulder, hands in the pockets of his hoodie, looking as casual as he always does.

“Hey, my Mom said it was cool for you to come over. You just gotta be gone by 10,” he spoke to you and started walking towards the school gates. His behavior almost a complete 18O than it was in class.

You had no choice but to follow behind him, trying to keep up with his long strides. “Alright I can’t stay out too late anyway,“ you said trying to make light conversation.

The two of you were already a bit away from the school when he decided to slow down and began walking at a speed that was easier for you. You were about to turn the corner in the direction you assumed he was going, until he pulled on your bag strap.

“Let’s stop there first,” he directed his gaze towards a coffee shop across the street. You recognized it as a shop you’d go to every now and then.

The two of you walked across the street, making sure to avoid other people while still walking beside each other. By the time the coffee shop’s doors were near and you were getting ready to open the door, Miles quickly intercepted you. He pulled the door open for you and subtly put his hand at the small of your back to direct you inside.

“I coulda got it myself,” you said glancing up at him as you walked through the doors and went to the back of the line.

“When you with me, you don’t gotta be opening no doors,” he said while moving to stand behind you.

“And why’s that,” you couldn’t help but question him and look at him from the corner of your eye. He was standing close behind you now and this was definitely the closest he’s ever been near you.

A slight smirk appeared on his face when he thought of his response. “Girl like you shouldn’t be opening doors for herself,” his reply nonchalant as if whatever he was think was common sense.

“Girl like me?” you repeated his words while giving him a look as the line moved slightly.

“Mhm,” he hummed while loosely putting his hand on your waist. It was loose enough that if you wanted to you could’ve shaken him off, but you didn’t mind his close proximity.

“Girl as pretty as you shouldn’t be getting they own doors, ‘specially when you got a guy to do it for you.”

You started cheesing at what he said, you didn’t expect him to be the type to flirt like that especially in public.

When you two got to the front of the line you quickly said your order and Miles said his after. Before the worker could even say the full price for the order, Miles had already placed money on the counter for the worker to grab.

“That should cover it,” he said and went to stand off to the side, using the hand that was still on your waist to guide you over to him.

You were slightly upset at him for paying for you without asking, but you found the way he took initiative to pay for the two of you.

“I could’ve paid for mine y’know,” you told him while leaning more into his side and looking at him.

“Ma, don’t worry about it,” he told you while turning you around and moving you so that your back was against his front. His head leaning down so that his chin rested on your shoulder. “It was just a few dollars anyway, nothin’ to stress over.”

The new way he was holding you made your brain short circuit. You were surprised that he was publicly acting this way towards you especially since the two of you had only started having real conversation a few hours ago. Before today any interactions you had with him were always short and nothing too grand. Things like brief smiles and waves or brief head nods and heated glances were more typical between the two of you at school.

“I’ll pay for us next time then,” you told him while looking up to see his reaction.

“We’ll see what happens next time,” his response left an open ended answer on what could happen.

On the bright side, you knew that the two of you hanging out, even if you were just going to work later at his apartment, wasn’t going to just be a one time thing.

A/N: THIS TOOK SO LONG FOR NO REASON AND IT’S NOT EVEN GOOD. I started this at 3am last night and kinda rewrote half just now.

People tagged are ones who wanted a pt2 ! some people i couldn’t tag because it didn’t let me!

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[katsukikoi]

your so pretty

characters; yuji x f!reader + sukuna x f!reader.

warnings: n/a

part 1 part 2

y/n stared at the wall, blushing as she did so. Sukuna now letting yuji have control as yuji subconsciously held the young girl close. He snored lightly, unaware of what took place.

Sukuna left the girl to think as he himself thought aswell.

What did the king of curses mean by “he doesnt deserve you?” she tried not to think too much. Trying to make her thoughts dwindle as the time past. Unfortunately for her though, she could not.

Sukuna was raging in her brain, while she was raging in sukunas and yujis.

It had not been long as the sun rose, she took in what yuji’s face looked like, there was a tiny window near the roof of the basement, where the sun reached at the right angle. illuminating yujis face all in the right ways. His salmon hair, with traces of gold through it, sukuna’s eyes that were under his eyes, held a nice shadow to them. He had not moved much for his position, apart from the fact he was facing her and not the tv.

“yuji..” she softly whispered, watching him with wonder. He was so pretty.

He mumbled, pulling her closer. His breath evened out, matching hers. “yuji!” she spoke, in shock as her face was now inches from his, barely. She looked ith wide eyes, she smacked the back of his head as he “ack’ed” Grabbing the back of his head as he realed back. “huh?” he asked, sleepy. “y/n?” he mumbled, eyes squinting trying to get the sleep out of them.

“hn.” she let out, blushing at there one proximity.

“gojo-sensei, will be here soon.” she spoke, pushing him off as she flattened her shirt and skirt.

She looked down, she forgot to change.

She cleared her throat, as she turned to face him.

fuck, she thought. There he was, sitting on the couch, man spread and elbows on his knees, looking at her. Jaw line sharp, and shirt out of place, he leaned back, in the same ish position, his shirt lifted a bit showing his abs. “yuji!” she blushed beat red. “huh?” he asked, innocent tliting his head. I pointed at his shirt as he oh’ed and fixed it, apologizing as he did so.

y/n turned to leave his line of sight as he mumbled, throwing his head back. Exposing his adams apple.

holy fuck, who ever his is dad or mum. I fucking love you for blessing my eyes.

Yuji opened one of his eyes to look at your widen eyes. Pupils blow out as you looked at him like a piece of meet. “y/n? you alright?” he asked, standing up to reach for her.

She eeped as she blushed, running out of the room.

Had he done something wrong? He was about to rush after her but remembered he could leave the room.

Did sukuna do something to her? “sukuna!” he yelled out, making the curse roll his eyes and grumbled. “what, brat.” he sneered.

“what did you say to atlas!?” yuji spoke, frowning his eye brows.

“tch. What, your crush wont talk to you? Nothing brat. I never took control of you.” he snuffed out, lying easily as the boy was annoyed.

Just as the boy was about to complain again, you came back with a plastic bag. “here yuji, i got you food.” she spoke, unintentionally eyeing him again. “woah! thanks y/n” he spoke, kissing her cheek making her blush red.

“oh shit! im sorry y/n! i didnt mean to” he spoke, ashamed and looking down. “Its okay, i dont mind yuji.” she spoke, a bashful smile on her face.

“eat up, gojo is coming soon” she spoke. Yuji nodded, he paused, going to say something until a white dino appeared. “gojo sensei?” he spoke, clearly starttled as it happend.

“yo.” he spoke, “mission time!” he giggled like a child. A full grown adult, acting like a child. Again.

“okay!”

“yuji! your foo-“ you sighed, rolling your ryes as you packed the unfinished food. Packing it for later as you got on with homework.

dont repost my writing, translate, or rewrite.

Only, reblog, comment and follow. Sent requests too!

much love,

Atlas. 💣✨

by the time your reading this it would be 2024, happy new years everyone. Thank you for bring patient with me, shall i put this on wattpad? Would you read it?

[keffirinne]

Please do post the rest of what you wrote for please not him!

I think you wrapped up the story in a really nice way, so you could even post these as a separate thick, like a companion piece or separate one shot. But please do post them! I want to read everything you’ve written for him.

Hi anon!

Sorry it took me so long to reply, wanted to wrap it up in a finished, short oneshot for you!

So happy you're still interested in my Roman's fics :3

It takes some pressure off me when I have the whole piece completed and can just post something whenever I feel like it, like this.

I mean, I can do it all the time, but my project management skills turn on, when I have unfinished stuff, waiting to be ended xD

Maybe not everything I have in my drafts I find suitable for posting, definitely not in the form I have it there right now, but your comment really motivetes me to go back to these ideas, rethink and rewrite them.

So here you have it!

Bad dream

Roman Sionis x Reader

#Reader's traumatic experiences from the past #Roman's shitty attempts to comfort the reader #he has no empathy so it is a golden star for him anyway #based on true story when I had a bad dream and started screaming in the middle of the night, waking up myself and my boyfriend (now fiancée). He reacted way better than Roman did

The musty smell of mold settled on your clothes, eating into the fabric. The walls of the cramped room with torn, faded wallpaper were like a prison, surrounding you on all sides, unabling the escape. 

In your throat you felt a bitter, iron-like taste of terror.

You were suffocating.

Your lungs constricted in burning pain from lack of oxygen and every desperate attempt to take a breath ended in nothing. You were opening your mouth wide open till your jaw hurt but it was as if there was no air at all.

And you needed air to scream. 

You needed to make a sound to cry out for help. This thought like a slithery, cold worm crawled up your back, making you realize that no one knew where you were. And no one would come here to help you.

And there he was, coming right at you. His face blur, yet you knew he had this filthy smirk on his face. His approaching figure, like a walking nightmare that you couldn't withstand.

Again, in a hopeless attempt to save yourself, you opened your mouth with all your strength, but no sound came in.

He was only a few steps away from you. Curled up on the floor, you hid in a corner of the room, dug your nails into the rotten wood leaving red marks on the floor.

If only you could scream, call for someone to stop this. To stop him.

You knew what was going to happen, you saw it too many times before, yet every time you wanted to believe that maybe, now, it would be different. And despite it, you were never prepared for the inevitable culmination. 

Every time it felt like the first time.

Your tormentor was towering over you, doing nothing about your vulnerability. You knew that on one hand he had this disgusting salamander tattoo. A design that will be forever remembered. As he was strangling you, the amphibian stared straight into your eyes without any act of mercy. Cold, rough hands were clamping down on your neck, and all you could feel was that burning pain and fear. The body that still wanted to fight was being forced to give up.

Suddenly you heard someone calling your name. The voice was quiet, like coming from afar. It was so indistinct that at first you weren't sure if it didn't just was in your head. But the longer you began to focus on it and listen into it, the image of your tormentor began to blur. The death grip on your neck eased and the room began to disappear. The voice was getting closer. It was calling you. 

"What the fuck is wrong with you? Stop screaming, woman!"

You woke up still screaming when someone strongly tugged on your shoulder. 

Your whole body was covered with sweat and the heart was pounding like it was about to pop out of your chest.

It was still dark, but you weren’t any longer in that room, your tormentor was gone. You bluntly looked around to recognise that it was Roman's bedroom. The memory from a few years ago was still alive in your subconscious, unlike the man who caused you so much harm. In the shapes in the darkness, you recognized the silhouette of Roman sitting next to you with an expression of angry concern on his face. He was clenching his fingers tightly on your shoulder, staring at your apparently confused face. 

It was just a dream.

The images, as real as the bed you were lying in and the window through which the moonlight was now casting, laying in long, white stripes on the floor. 

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry." you hid your face in your hands as the wave of embarrassment started to take over the overpowering feeling of terror from which your heart was still pounding. 

"Fucking finally." Roman grunted and let go of your arm.

He rubbed his face with his hand and leaned against the headboard. He was looking sleepy and tired, which was understandable when he had just woken up in such a violent way in the middle of the night. Crossing arms on his chest, waited for a good explanation why you decided to interrupt his eight hour beauty sleep. 

"You probably think I'm nut." you started, trying to calm down your heartbeat.

"What the hell happened? You just started screaming like a total kook."

"I had a bad dream. A memory actually. Sorry."

Your breathing slowly began to calm down, absorbing the reality that surrounded you. The traumatic experiences from the past began to retreat, hiding in that  corner of your mind where it was probably destined to stay forever.

"I thought someone was murdering you or something." he said reproachfully. 

He wasn't far from the truth. 

"I know, it felt very real. I'm sorry."

"You said sorry already three times."

Not knowing what to answer, you lay down on the pillow. To reclaim the composure you started studying the furniture in front of the bed. It was a trick to focus on a few objects that you learned to calm yourself down. Roman wasn’t saying anything, you thought that he got offended, like he often did for no reason or just went back to sleep and you were embarrassed enough to not speak up first. So when you heard his voice again, not so angry as before, it surprised you. 

"What was the dream about?"

There was something extremely intimate about this question and somehow reassuring. Yet the last thing you wanted now is him to feel pity for you. 

“Old memory. The not-so-good ones.”

He muttered in response as if he understood what you meant by that, but he didn’t insist on more details.

“And FYI, I don't usually act like this.” you added in an attempt to deflect the topic.

“You don't usually scream in the middle of the night as if you were fighting for your life? Good to know.” his sarcasm was back.

Roman settled down on the pillow next to you.

“Next time you want to wake me up with your mouth, there is a better way.”

Not sure if this was his attempt to defuse the situation or was he actually asking for a blowjob, which was also highly likely, you appreciated the humor.

“Very funny.”

Covering yourself tighter with the sheets you lay yourself down to sleep. You closed your eyes, but after a while you opened them again. Staring at the ceiling you started to contemplate the situation. It's not like you expected any sort of compassion from Roman, it actually surprised you that he didn’t kick you off his bed. You turned on your side, so that you were now looking at his face in profile. His eyes were closed and his chest was rising steadily under the thin silk.

“Roman?” you asked quietly.

He grunted without opening his eyes.

“Good night.”

In response, he muttered something that sounded similar to "good night." 

You closed your eyes and tried to fall asleep.

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[nightmare-grass]

I’m in the middle of rewriting Miraculous Ladybug cuz it had such potential as a concept but it was squandered (mostly because of Thomas Astruc) and I’m not exactly ready to share my story notes yet (still working on expanding on story bits) but I have worked out the main Miraculous powers, so here, check it out!

Miraculous Powers

- some of them need reworking, some are just too similar to others or are too overpowered, some are underpowered, they need to be balanced among their sets

- I like the idea of one set of Miraculous being the Chinese Zodiac, but having those in the same set as the primary Miraculous just feels a bit messy. What do the primary Miraculous represent in relation to the Chinese Zodiac ones? It’s unclear, so we’re changing it.

- Master Fu can still be the old guardian with the box, but let’s change things up a little bit. Maybe since Fu was a runaway from the Order of Guardians, he’s got a limited amount of Miraculous with him. In his escape from the temple he took the Ladybug, Black Cat, Bee, Fox, Turtle, Peacock, and Butterfly with him.

- How do we introduce the Chinese Zodiac box then? Do we have Fu find it due to his guilt over how he left the Order? Or do we have Gabriel Agreste find them in his quest to gain more power? That way, the heroes can steal them back, and learn about them while their enemy already has much more knowledge about them.

- The Ladybug represents good fortune, so its power is creation. You can get exactly what you need the moment you need it, and you can sense how to put it to good use. The Black Cat represents misfortune, so its power is destruction. A single touch is enough to rot something away entirely, and so must be used extremely carefully. Marinette needs a bit more luck in her life, so she’s paired with the Ladybug. Adrien is usually feeling trapped in his life, so he needs the power to break out if necessary, that’s why he’s paired with the Black Cat. Combining their powers of Creation and Destruction gives one power over life and death, making them like a god.

- Since it’s magic jewelry, it cannot be thrown away once it’s chosen a wielder, it’ll just return like Percy Jackson’s sword, Riptide, always appearing nearby or on their person. If it’s stolen, then it’ll become inactive unless it chooses to activate, choosing a new wielder. The Kwami are just kinda along for the ride, they are personifications of the power in the jewelry and the associations of what it’s based on, but they can’t go against what the jewelry does.

- Ladybug:

- Associations: Good Luck, protection, healing, grace

- Powers: Creation, with “Lucky Charm” they can summon any item they need the moment they need it; enhanced flexibility, strength, speed, agility, and perception.

- Weapon: Magic yo-yo

- Jewelry: Earrings

- Black Cat:

- Associations: Bad Luck, mischief, fear, death

- Powers: Destruction, with “Cataclysm” they can destroy any object no matter its size or mass with a single touch; enhanced flexibility, strength, speed, agility, and perception.

- Weapon: Magic staff

- Jewelry: Ring

- Turtle:

- Associations: Protection, wisdom, longevity, steadfastness, patience

- Powers: Shielding, with “Shelter” they can summon an impenetrable shield around anything they choose; enhanced strength, agility, and perception.

- Weapon: Shield

- Jewelry: Bracelet

- Fox:

- Associations: Trickery, cleverness, intelligence, mischief

- Powers: Illusion, with “Mirage” they can summon any kind of illusion that fits the situation, but they must choose between a large stationary illusion or a small mobile illusion; enhanced flexibility, agility, speed, endurance, and perception.

- Weapon: Magic reed flute

- Jewelry: Necklace

- Bee:

- Associations: Hard Work, teamwork, prosperity, fertility, protectiveness, community

- Powers: Stun, with “Venom” they can immobilize any target as long as they can make contact; enhanced speed, agility, flexibility, strength, and perception, flight.

- Weapon: Magic spinning top

- Jewelry: Hair Pin

- Butterfly:

- Associations: Soul, transformation, rebirth, freedom

- Powers: Power granting, they can imbue a magic butterfly with power and send it to find its target, turning said target into a Superhero or Supervillain as the wielder wishes; telepathic communication with the target once transformed, influence over the target’s actions and feelings; enhanced flexibility, agility, and perception, flight.

- Weapon: Magic wand (can be expanded to a staff)

- Jewelry: Broach

- Peacock:

- Associations: Power, confidence, beauty, dignity

- Powers: Minion Creation, with a magic feather they can craft a creature and imbue it with any powers they want, even using it to see and hear through; enhanced flexibility, speed, agility, and perception.

- Weapon: feathered fan

- Jewelry: Pin

- Chinese Zodiac:

- Rat:

- Associations: Intelligence, Resourcefulness, Adaptability

- Powers: Multiplication, can divide into smaller and smaller copies of oneself; enhanced flexibility, speed, agility, and perception

- Weapon: Shuko climbing claws

- Jewelry: Pendant Necklace (a design of intertwining rat tails making up the knot on the string, like a Rat King, shapes of rats indicate time left)

- Ox:

- Associations: Strength, Patience, Reliability, Stability

- Powers: Safe Zone, can mark off a limited area that becomes impenetrable, able to protect the defenseless or trap supervillains; enhanced strength, speed, agility, and perception.

- Weapon: Tonfa

- Jewelry: Nose Ring

- Tiger:

- Associations: Fearlessness, Passion, Flexibility, Ambition

- Powers: Hidden Strike, turns wielder invisible for a short time before making a super strong and fast attack; super strength, enhanced flexibility, durability, speed, agility, and perception.

- Weapon: Spiked Gauntlet

- Jewelry: Panjas Bracelet Ring

- Rabbit:

- Associations: Fertility, Gentleness, Vigilance, Peace

- Powers: Burrow, can enter a pocket dimension outside of time and reappear wherever they choose, making it look like instantaneous teleportation to outside observers, and giving extra time to the wielder; enhanced flexibility, speed, agility, and perception

- Weapon: Umbrella

- Jewelry: Pocket Watch

- Dragon:

- Associations: Power, Authority, Might, Wisdom, Good Fortune

- Powers: Heaven’s Might, can manipulate the weather, must choose between summoning rain, lightning, or wind, and can dispel storms; enhanced flexibility, strength, speed, agility, and perception.

- Weapon: Sword

- Jewelry: Arm Cuff (shaped like a curling dragon, spikes on neck indicate time left)

- Snake:

- Associations: Rebirth, Transformation, Immortality, Healing, Intuition, Wisdom

- Powers: Second Chance, can turn back time a maximum of 5 minutes, giving limited time to make a different choice; enhanced flexibility, strength, speed, agility, and perception

- Weapon: Chain Whip

- Jewelry: Bracelet (like a slap bracelet, scale pattern indicates time left)

- Horse:

- Associations: Independence, Freedom, Endurance, Sensitivity

- Powers: Traverse, basically super speed; enhanced flexibility, strength, speed, agility, and perception.

- Weapon: Horseshoe

- Jewelry: Glasses (with those horse blinds on the sides, rhinestones on the sides indicate time left)

- Goat:

- Associations: Resilience, Stubbornness, Strength, Compassion, Peace

- Powers: Unstoppable Charge, can enter a state of constant motion for a few minutes where nothing, even the powers of other Miraculous, can stop them completely, only maybe slow them down; enhanced flexibility, strength, speed, agility, and durability.

- Weapon: Battering Ram

- Jewelry: Hair Clips (ram horns)

- Monkey:

- Associations: Intelligence, Playfulness, Trickery, Adaptability

- Powers: Monkey Business, causes a target’s powers to malfunction; enhanced flexibility, strength, speed, agility, and perception.

- Weapon: Ruyi Jingu Bang (Monkey King’s staff)

- Jewelry: Circlet (shaped like Monkey King’s cursed circlet)

- Rooster:

- Associations: Confidence, Resilience, Honesty, Bravery, Observance, Pride

- Powers: Rising Sun, summons a powerful light that can illuminate hidden things and strategic points or just blind people; enhanced strength, speed, agility, and perception.

- Weapon: Feather fountain pen

- Jewelry: Single feathered earring (different colored feathers of different sizes)

- Dog:

- Associations: Loyalty, Guidance, Protection, Alertness

- Powers: Pack Bond, can lend temporary strength to anyone nearby and create allies; enhanced strength, speed, agility, and perception.

- Weapon: Frisbee (with a hole in the middle, like a throwable ring)

- Jewelry: Choker (studs and a single pendant to indicate time left)

- Pig:

- Associations: Prosperity, Abundance, Decisiveness, Pragmatism

- Powers: Pearl of Wisdom, remove a Pearl from the sack weapon and it shows the recipient what they truly desire; enhanced durability, strength, speed, agility, and perception.

- Weapon: Sack of Plenty (like Santa’s bag but smaller, except it acts like a D&D bag of holding and can be used like Sam’s butter sock)

- Jewelry: Anklet (curly wire like a pig tail and pearls to indicate time left)

[stllmnstr]

How do you write so well?? Your writing is so so beautiful!!! Any tips?

Oh this is so sweet 😭😭 First of all, thank you! I don’t feel like I have any particularly revolutionary advice to give, but these would be my main points:

1. Practice!!! Write. A lot. I posted my first fanfic in 2017 and had already been writing a lot before that, including original stories, poetry, and just about anything else I could think of. From what I’ve seen, I definitely skew on the older side of enha writers on tumblr, so please remember to be patient and gentle with yourself, especially if you’re young and/or newer to writing. The stuff I was writing at 16 certainly doesn’t read like the stuff I write now, but all of that practice helped me to get there. Writing is hard. I think it always will be. But give yourself grace and keep at it, and you’ll only keep getting better.

2. Read!!! There are so many great authors out there that do amazing, innovative, exciting things with words. I always feel inspired to write after I read a really great book, and reading will also strengthen your vocabulary, grammar, and sense of personal style/voice.

3. Let your writing be “bad” !!!! I very rarely reread stories after I post them, because every time I do, I find at least twenty things I want to change. 😭 Writing and words are a living thing, and there’s absolutely a certain amount of subjectivity to what makes writing “good.” There’s always going to be room from improvement, and you’re always going to be able to find something to nitpick or criticize if that’s the perspective you take. Fanfiction in particular is great, because if your story is something you’re excited about, there’s a 99.99% chance that other people will be excited about it too. It doesn’t have to be perfect. Take that pressure off of yourself, and enjoy the process. Use the experience and the feedback and the practice to write something even better the next time around.

4. Develop a strong editing routine. This is probably the most technical and specific point, but I think it gets overlooked. My first drafts look a LOT different from what I post, usually. I don’t remember where I found this tip, but my writing changed for the better when I started rewriting all/most of my story as part of the editing process. Literally, once I finish a draft, I’ll open a new document and will retype most/all of it, changing things as I go. This helps me to catch little errors and also to improve the overall flow and pacing of a story. I recommend trying it if you haven’t! Like I said before, a lot of “good” writing is subjective, but editing is where you improve the more objective aspects. Making sure that things like grammar, word choice, sentence variation, and general plot are solid will absolutely strengthen your writing.

5. This last tip is actually more for readers: INTERACT!!!!! Reblog, comment, send asks, scream in the tags!!!! Do all of the above!!!! Writing is a long, difficult process, and it takes a lot of effort to post a story. It’s especially hard when you’re new. Like I mentioned above, I posted my first fanfic almost seven years ago, and the only reason I kept posting more was because people interacted with my work and took the time to tell me that they enjoyed it. If you want to read better writing, if you want to read longer stories, if you want more stories to read in general, give writers the incentive to write! I love writing. I really do. But it takes a lot of time and effort, and it’s a labor of love. Posting a story feels a bit like shouting into the void. At the end of the day, your interactions are what make it worth it for myself and a lot of others that publish in the fanfic space. If you’re a writer that is struggling to get any kind of interaction/feedback, a good place to start can be connecting with other writers and building a little community! It will help tumblr (or wherever you write) to not feel so lonely. Plus, having writer friends is a wonderful way to share your woes and get inspiration.

At the end of the day, I think that genuinely enjoying writing is half the battle. If you’re already there, that means you like words. You like stories. You like putting puzzle pieces together and making characters come to life. Liking those things is where it all starts, so keep at it, trust the process, and the rest will follow. 🤍

[coffeebanana]

In honour of today being the one-year anniversary of when I posted the first chapter of Say Something, I wanted to--ahem--say something about this fic. And I thought about sharing the beginning of the next chapter, but 1. it's still the first draft so it's fairly rough, and 2. it's not very representative of the fic as a whole.

Instead, I thought I'd pick short passage I like from each chapter I've posted so far, because what is my tumblr for if not a little shameless self-promo, and I'm proud of the writing (read: neverending rewriting) I've done for this fic!! Plus this gives me an excuse to list all of my chapter titles which I really love as well ahaha.

(And for anyone who hasn't had a chance to read yet, I'll drop the link to chapter 1 here!! If you're interested in ladrien and/or prpr hurt/comfort featuring sentiadrien angst, then this is the fic for you!!)

Snippets are under the cut!

from chapter 1: Maybe They Sell Amok Chains at the Hospital Gift Shop

Ladybug faced away from him now, her stance rigid as she stared out the window. She kept one hand wrapped around the ring, which hung from a chain around her neck. Adrien wondered for a moment where she’d found the chain—she hadn’t left his side for long yesterday. Maybe her yo-yo had a secret stash of Amok chains. Maybe they were sold at the hospital gift shop. She could have fetched one when the doctors took him for scans. When they’d ensured he wasn’t quite bleeding to death by his father’s hand—only almost. Was a gift shop trinket really strong enough to entrust with the ring responsible for Adrien’s life? Hard to tell—that wasn’t the sort of thing people included on promotional signage. And that was…just about right. Adrien’s very existence was false advertising.

from chapter 2: Failure Sounds Like a Dripping Tap

The bathroom sink had been dripping the entire time, but suddenly it was all Marinette could hear. Suddenly it made her skin crawl. She knew there was a way to make it stop—a particular way to twist the handle—but she couldn’t find the energy for that. So the tap kept dripping, each drop serving as a reminder of the mess she'd made. Drip. She let Gabriel get away. Drip. She was failing her team. Drip. Adrien wouldn’t even look her in the eyes.

from chapter 3: Popcorn Ceilings Are No Substitute For Cloud Watching

This time when she sighed, Adrien felt her breath against the back of his neck, leaving goosebumps in its wake. Would those bumps make patterns like the ceiling? If Ladybug could read their warnings, would she back down? “Please,” Adrien whispered. He didn’t have words to explain, but he needed this. Panic sank its claws into him, tearing through old scars that never had a proper chance to heal. The chain bearing his Amok grew heavier. Would he ever get to make his own decisions?

from chapter 4: The Stars Don’t Always Lie 

Outside had been about…existing, mostly. About casual touches and errant thoughts. Inside expected a certain something. Words. Interaction. Progress. Adrien had no idea how to go about any of that. He didn’t even realize Ladybug had spoken until she placed a hand on his arm. “Chaton? You okay?” “Fine.” He couldn’t be terrible if he wasn’t entirely present, right? If some part of him seemed to have remained up on the roof, still longing for that freedom he’d barely gotten a taste of?

from chapter 5: Still A Mere Facade

Adrien was curled up on his side, sliding his phone lethargically back and forth across the blanket. He’d been listless all morning, answering her questions a beat too late or not at all. It wasn’t quite the same as the past few days’ silent treatment, but he was still a far cry from the Adrien—and the Chat Noir—that she knew. Marinette just wished she could think of something to say. But the longer she sat there, the more pressure she felt to speak, which in turn made it even harder to cobble together coherent thoughts. And she really had tried everything—there were shockingly few internet resources for how to help your partner come out as a sentibeing. In a last ditch attempt at finding some guidance, she was about to check the copy of the Guardians’ Grimoire she kept on her phone when Adrien froze, inhaling sharply. It took her a moment to figure out why, a moment to process that the other sound she’d heard was that of his phone rolling over the chain bearing his Amok. It always came back to the ring.

from chapter 6: As The World Flickers In Slow Motion

“It’s not stupid.” Nino assured him. “Your feelings aren’t stupid. They’re just… they’re you.” Adrien bit his lip. “Are they, though?” “What do you mean?” Adrien hooked a thumb under the chain around his neck, watching as his Amok hung in the space between him and Nino. “My father had this. The man who never wanted me to go anywhere or do anything. You really think he didn’t use it?”

from chapter 7: Believing in Moments To Come

Nino and Adrien sat side by side against the headboard, Nino smiling at Alya who stood beside him. She was still pulling out folders, stacking them on the bedside table while her eyes lingered on the pizza boxes stacked between the boys. Adrien paid them no attention—his eyes were glued to the spot where Marinette entered the room. He smiled when he saw her. Marinette would have done anything to freeze that moment—finally, a moment where his smile felt real. Where his eyes sparkled the way they had for years whenever he saw her, where his lips curved softly like every time he’d caught her before she could fall. Maybe Alya was right. Maybe she hadn’t screwed everything up.

from chapter 8: Like Molecules In A Gas

He flinched when Ladybug touched his shoulder. “Are you ready?” Midway through her question, an air vent whirred to life overhead, almost seeming to trap her words inside. It would explain why they sounded so far away. Adrien felt just like the air forced through the tube—it didn’t matter what trajectory its individual molecules took, how many times they collided with each other or the walls throughout their journey. In the end, they had no choice but to follow an overarching path, and he had no choice but to keep moving forward either. If only he could remember how to reply.

from chapter 9: A Colour of Wanting More

[...] “The point is, you have strengths and flaws. You make mistakes. You learn. You…you’re human.” His gut plummeted. “Am I, though?” “Yes,” she insisted. “I don’t know how to convince you, but—well, okay, how about this? They took a blood sample, when you were in the hospital. In case…” She shuddered. “Obviously they didn’t find anything strange, or they would have said something. And I’m sure if they did a DNA test, that would come back normal too. If you wanted, I could figure out how to get one done. I’m sure it’s easy.” “I…maybe. But—” “But what? You have a blood type, and…a heartbeat—probably all your organs in the right place too, because they never said anything about that either. And you just…you have this incredible capacity to love people, and you have—” “Existential crises?” “I—well,” she spluttered. “That’s not exactly what I was going for, but…yeah.” She gave a huff of amusement. “I suppose that’s pretty human of you.”

💜 💜 💜

Thank you to everyone who's been reading and interacting with this fic so far! I appreciate you all so much!!

[daydadahlias]

19, 32, 35 for the writing prompts! :D

hi!! thank you for asking :D i talked a lot in this warning in advance <3

19. Tell me a story about your writing journey. When did you start? Why did you start? Were there bumps along the way? Where are you now and where are you going?

Ooo how fun!! Now i get to tell you my life story lol <3 well, I’ve always really loved writing and I honestly can’t think of a time in my life that I wasn’t writing in some form? I was always writing weird short stories or poems in elementary school and I wrote little (horrible) picture books from about 1st through 3rd grade. And then I wrote my first “full book” when I was in 4th grade (it was called One Wolves World <3 because I didn’t understand plurals <3 and it was like 80 pages). And then I started a bunch of books I never finished (mostly about personified dogs because I was a Warrior Cats kid). Then, I wrote my fantasy novel (as all young writers must) when I was in 6th-8th grade. And that ended up being 80k and it was dogshit. So I wrote my next book (50k) in 9th grade and I actually had some fun opportunities with that one! For a little while, I sold self-printed copies of it at two local bookstores and I sold about a hundred copies of it :) which is NOT a lot lmfao but to a freshman in highschool it was a super big deal! And from there I wrote two more original books in 10th grade. And during that time, I started writing fanfic! Originally, I wrote a few unfinished fics on Quotev (which are still up and you can find them if you really dig lmfao) when I was in middle school. And my first fic on ao3 was a stucky one (which I wanna say I posted in, uh?? My freshman year?? Maybe 8th grade… I can’t remember tbh, I took it down years ago at this point). In 10th grade, I wrote this original novel called “Sorrow or Silence” which was soooo bad oh my godddd lmao but I liked the premise so I ended up entirely rewriting it as a ryden fic (panic! At the disco was my original fandom on ao3) and that ended up being a whopping 270k which is crazy in hindsight!! Like 16 yo me really wrote that in just a few months!! That’s crazy in hindsight!! Anyway, from there, I was writing original fiction and panic! Fic at the same time (I posted 4 fics for panic!, one of which was chaptered that i never finished uwu and I’ve since privated all of those). I ended up getting into 5sos during quarantine in 2020 and started posting fic about them!! And now I’ve been here for four years lol! I still write original stuff (creative writing minor woo) but not so much fiction anymore. A short story here and there but I’ve been largely into poetry during college! And in terms of where I’m going now it’s finally the era of my life where I’m going to start pursuing publishing eek. This year, I’ve started actually submitting things to journals/magazines so… here’s to hoping! I haven’t heard back from any yet (I submitted in March and it takes a long time for them to get back to you) but I’m gonna keep submitting where I can and, hopefully, things will stick eventually!  

32. What is a line from a poem/novel/fanfic etc that you return to from time and time again? How did you find it? What does it mean to you?

Ooo i love this. Honestly, this isn’t a written material, but that line from Bojack Horseman “when you look at people through rose tinted glasses, all the red flags just look at flags.” I just think it’s so powerful. I also love that line I have in my bio!! “Too groovy to be so goddamned grave” is from a poem by Patrick Rosal who I had the opportunity to introduce at a reading he did on his tour and also meet! He’s really fantastic and I just love that poem and the concept of being too groovy to be grave. It just eats. 

35. What’s your favorite writing rule to smash into smithereens?

Hmmm. Well, you’re told not to use “purple prose” in creative writing because it muddies the meaning. That’s, like, overly flowery writing for no reason. But to be honest! I love a metaphor! I love a simile! I love consonance! I’m going to use fun words because they sound nice! A sonic experience is just as valid as, like, an experience of just understanding something idk if that makes sense. But yeah, I like to use flowery language more than some writers recommend.

[moondancer35]

Soooo I watched the Miraculous movie.

I have some thoughts.

(Spoilers under the cut)

First, my pros:

1) The animation. Oh my god the animation. It felt too good to be true in all honesty. It took me a minute to get used to it, but once I did, I was in love.

2) The character designs of Adrien, Marinette, and Gabriel are all BEAUTIFUL and so are their hero counterparts. Plagg and Tikki are also adorable and I love them.

3) Ladybug’s yo-yo is gorgeous. All of the gold detail work makes it look so much more alive and charming. I fell in love with the promo featuring it the second it came up on my feed.

LIKE LOOK AT IT ITS GORGEOUS WHAT EVEN?? If they ever make a display yo-yo that looks like that I’d lose my everloving mind. I love the yo-yo :)

4) Canon footage of Gabriel actually caring about Adrien’s well being??? No way!!! When we saw that hug, me and my friend freaked the fuck out because Gabe was actually being a good dad?? But seriously, the Gabe rewrite was very necessary in my opinion. He shows real, genuine remorse for his actions for one of, if not the first time in the entire cinematic universe and having him regret what he did in the movie was very, very needed. Especially with the shorter run time.

5) Fu is a weirdo and I am living for it. The way he chases Marinette through the street after she saves him is hilarious to me. He was an absolute delight to watch and he managed to make me laugh more than once.

6) The sparring scene on the rooftop? Best scene in the entire movie and I will fight someone if they try to argue with me. You can practically taste LB/CN’s chemistry as the scene unfolds. The way they’re fighting against one another yet still working together?? Ugh. Brilliant.

7) The instrumentation was amazing. All the little motifs and parts tying the music to one another? Absolutely brilliant. I wasn’t a huge fan of the singing, nothing against Lou and SQVARE, it was just jarring to hear the Marinette voice drop. Thank god Bryce didn’t do the vocals for Adrien though I would have cried.

Now, it’s time for my issues (oh boy)

1) The entire movie felt rushed, ESPECIALLY the second act. They should have just committed to 2 hours in my opinion. Just 20 more minutes would have helped IMMENSELY with the pacing.

2) The character designs, overall, were quite jarring. Especially for background/minor characters. Something was always off. There are a few of the design choices that became sort of running jokes with my watch party. (Alya’s eyebrows, Gabriel’s chin and his long hair.)

3) A couple of the character rewrites were great. Some of them? Not so much. My specific gripes are as follows… Marinette falling for Adrien because he helped her up and called her weird. Same goes for Ladybug reluctantly helping Chat up during the fight. They could have done so much more with both of those scenes but they had to be rushed because of the cut run time. Also they butchered Plagg’s character and I am NOT here for it.

4) Most of this movie felt like a montage. It kinda was since they were trying to fit the entirety of the Gabriel arc into an hour and 40 minutes. I keep saying this, but they needed that extra 20 minutes in all reality.

5) I love the fact that the movie belongs to LadyNoir, we needed some good LadyNoir content because we get none in the show. What I don’t love, however, is that Adrien and Marinette didn’t really have any screen time at all. Just showing them interacting a little more would have been nice.

6) They cut The Wall Between Us. This is just a personal bias. I’ve been in love with this song for literal years. I’ve learned how to sing it in French simply because it brought me so much joy. I’m so upset they cut it but I don’t fault them for it. (At least it’s still on Spotify 😭)

Final thoughts:

This requires a bit of a storytime. My sister isn’t that into Miraculous. She watched the movie with me (and one of our friends) last night and she overall liked the movie. She brought up a good point about it though. “I feel like you have to know the show to see the movie but if you’ve seen the show it’s a little underwhelming because you expect it to be a certain way and it’s not.”

I fully agree with this sentiment. The first time Adrien’s name is even said is around 30~ minutes into the movie and that’s not really good storytelling for people who haven’t seen the show. Don’t get me wrong, I absolutely adored the movie, I can tell it’s going to be a comfort film for me. There were just a LOT of plot issues, story inconsistencies, and overall just weak writing. But that’s okay! The plot is really simple compared to the show and that’s also okay! My gripes with the movie are just because I want the best for these silly little animated superheroes.

Overall, this movie will always be a 10/10 in my heart, it makes me so freaking happy that the movie finally released, but if I’m being fully objective it’s gotta be a 7/10. The pacing issues and some of the awful characterization really drags the movie down, but that’s just my opinion.

[gerardwayirl]

can you plz write a fluffy gerard way x reader where the reader and gerard are dating and have been for awhile and the reader goes on tour with the band because gee dosnt wantto be away from them and the reader helps them set up and everyone is rlly good friends with her so there all chill and then after the show the reader goes out to celebrate with the band and then they go to bed on the tour bus idk if that makes sense lmaoo if u do get around to this tyyyyy

!! ☁️ 💘☁️ !!

Pairing: Gerard x GN!Reader!!

A/N: first tumblr fic!! now, as for your request, of course i can! i know you had referred to the reader with she/her pronouns, but im gonna use they/them to make everyone feel included in this fic :)) i hope you dont mind!! i also may or may not have added some of my autistic traits onto the reader because thats literally all i know when it comes to love ALSO im sorry it took so long!! this had been sitting unfinished in my drafts for so long </3

you had woken up on the tour bus, almost forgetting where you were for a second. you had promised your boyfriend you'd go on tour with him. it was still dark, maybe two or three in the morning, you had woken up from a nightmare, it wasnt too bad, but you still wanted comfort, so you had waltzed over to your boyfriend's bed and laid next to him, you knew damn well they weren't asleep, and he only proved that by rolling over and wrapping his arm around you, you had fallen asleep very quickly

The next morning, you guys had all arrived at the hotel, and almost immediately, you were swarmed with fans, you grabbed Gee's hand, and as soon as one fan noticed, they all noticed. Eventually, you and Gee had gotten to your shared room, and you both decided yo just enjoy each others company, both having your arms wrapped around the other for what had seemed like only a few minutes, sharing a few romantic kisses, you two has finally gotten the privacy you needed, and so you took up as much of this time as you could to be around Gee, even just looking at him, taking in their features, you love everything about them.

eventually you had to help Gee and the rest of the band set up for the concert, it was nice being able to help them, eventually the concert had started and you had gotten to sit backstage. After the concert had ended, you had practically jumped into Gee’s arms and kissed him “I love you, Y / N”

“I love you too, gee” you had said before kissing him again, eventually, you had went out with the band to celebrate, you and Gee being all lovey dovey the whole time, after a while you had made it back to the hotel, and you had taken the best nap of your life, knowing that you wouldn’t be able to sleep properly on the tour bus the next day.

 A/N 2: aAAAA im sorry if it wasnt how you wanted it!! i can always rewrite it if you’d like me to

[oh-meow-swirls]

things that make 3 the best game:

lots of cool features added. the crank-a-kai system in 3 is better than in 1 and 2 (though also the darts suck), the new yo-kai searching minigame thingie is neat, the yo-kai vacuum cleaner is nice and the yo-kai drill and yo-kai blaster add unique mechanics (the drill leads to neat secrets), i could probably go on.

all of the new characters are great. as is to be expected nate's bbq classmates/friends n hailey's classmates are pretty underdeveloped but they seem neat from what we see of them. and of course, hailey n buck are the stars of the show here. they're both great n make both stories equally fun. usapyon's also great, i KNOW he debuted in blasters but his personality is extremely different there- the weakest of the new characters are probably blunder n folly since they basically don't do anything for the whole game except inexplicably act like they're plot important when they're not but even they can be neat n there's funni comedy with them at least.

blasters t is fun. it's hell but it's fun.

the story's great too. there being two different stories for most of the game is a really interesting idea, though it can also be annoying if you want to progress one story but can't because you need some fancy that! issue you get in hailey's story as nate or something dumb like that. why's all the story linking hailey doing things n then getting stuff done as nate i only just realized that what the fuck. anyways.

there's soooooo much content. both in the main game and the post-game. the main game alone took me like, a week to complete, whereas my playthroughs of 1 and 2 take like, four days at most (2 has added time from grinding for dame dedtime so ignoring that). and i'm STILL going through the post-game. there's so many post-game quests and other fun things you can do, like going to bbq as hailey (which is useless. she can't go on the raft or do zombie night or anything. she's limited in things she can do in bbq but nate can do everything in springdale) n also just the stuff you'd expect from yo-kai watch's post-game.

did i mention that hailey n buck are amazing n that i love them. best yo-kai watch characters apart from jibanyan.

oh also nate, hailey n buck being besties is amazing. nate getting friends who can also see yo-kai n who aren't his dead grandpa is great good for him he deserves it.

i can't decide if the length is good or bad. i guess i already mentioned how long it is. i have like 100 hours of playtime and i've only finished two blasters t dungeons what will my playtime be like once i finish blasters t and the post-game and everything-

nate, hailey n buck being besties is so great that it gets to be a bullet point twice over. they're so fucking stupid together i love them. there is a single braincell n nate n buck share it n hailey never gets it.

oh also hailey high-key has adhd n autism i made a whole essay about that. the points were like. 1. her interests are v intense (like hyperfixations/special interests). 2. she's v hyper seemingly both physically n mentally (the h in adhd stands for hyperactivity so). n 3. she is seemingly not very great at socializing but also idk how much of that's actually canon n how much of it is me projecting sdklfjklfsdjfds-

i mean i feel like you could make some sort of argument for most yo-kai watch characters being neurodivergent in some shape, way or form. though i'm saying this as a neurodivergent person who ends up headcanoning like every character i like as neurodivergent n has no idea how neurotypicals work so- i high-key accidentally made katie neurodivergent in my rewrite ngl i've just accepted it at this point.

[amazythelsblogs]

The purple phone: Winter Notes

Mind Magick: The Miracle Formula

The only Mind/Matter formula you will ever need. 

You want to become a star? Sorted. 

Rewrite every limiting belief you’ve ever had? Done. 

Instantly. Just like that. 

The Butterfly Effect to your advantage

A lir

J-Jamaica?

Yes

Maam? 

Yes 

That is a judge leap in the timeline ma’am are you sure about this

Yes 

Such an interesting character, you are. 

People seem a little afraid to be in the present. Afraid of themselves. And how others may react to that truth, perhaps. 

Uma’s cafe?

Yes maaaammmm

I love you

I love you most! 

It’s quite hard to identify an eating disorder, or any type of disorder, fixation or obsessions when you are the one experiencing it. 

Cause Tashi Achara 

- this is how it would have been like all along had I not had my spark- 

There comes a time in yo ur journey, where you sink so low that not even the fallen angels can help you. That is when you get to know your true strength. That is when you get to light your own spark, create or generate your own bubble and fight your way to the top again. 

I started off my journey strangely. I knew I wanted to write and yet I was so overwhelmed busy everything that my thoughts became scattered. And pieces of myself where everywhere. Until I was no more. Part of it was my finance. I had money that I kept safe, but once you pluck one hair you’ll pluck everything. Once you start you can’t stop sometimes. Because it’s eternal. You only have to do it once and it stays in your name forever. On your imprint. And this overwhelmed me to my core. 

I bypassed the first chakras and focused only on the crown and third eye. For three years! I never wanted to ground myself. And so I had a strange and funny birth. Scattered and all over the place. Inner peace and a strong core. It could take years to build up again. And in calmness. Not in such a frenzy! Little by little. I know where I wish to be, let’s get there slowly, gracefully, let’s keep to those who we know sometimes, and let’s just move in peace. Quietly and gracefully. 

Like fasting. Stopping suddenly everything you’ve ever known is daunting. So why do it. Do it slowly and calmly. Don’t try to run. Sit. Crawl. Walk. Run. 

I was on top for so long

I came crashing down

Don’t feel like climbing back up again

I stopped fronting. It took an immense amount of effort to prend I cared about anything. Instead I now have to learn how to actually care, with the heart not the mind. 

Chcialas na siebie wrzucić uwagę

Nie prawda, miałam po dziurki w nosie, wyobraziłam sobie jak chciałam wyglądać i tak się stało. 

Masz efekt yoyo

Nie prawda, wrzuciłam, nie nawiedziłam ze byłam w szkole, i myślałam ze już po mnie było 

a dla czego tak pzytylas 

Po przetwarzałam past self, i energia w tej szkole była negatywna. Leżałam bo miałam depresje tam

a dla czego mialas depresje

Bo nie podobały mi się decyzje podjęte 

2022

The beginning of the year was great. I was working on little florita the story, coming to the end of my projects and exercising well. I dressed well everyday, did my hair nicely, studied Spanish and revised, listens to subliminal and affirmations, and had in my mind a dream summer, and a beautiful new body. We went to Algarve Portugal, where I began to transform into Marilyn, or Selene. I had a close connection to Marilyn and Selena, Whitney. I loved the Phantom of the Opera, and made my own versions of my favourite tales. I imagined myself through my digital art as Rapunzel, Pocahontas, Cinderella and others. Mulan too. What plagued me was the constant need to make videos, content, to get my art shown to the world. I was terrified of ending up alone and unsuccessful, of failure. So I made mountains of work, but I so loved the feeling of doing so much work, of achieving what was special to me, to tell such wonderful stories, I was in love with life and all that I was doing. Everyday was perfectly planned, and I did everything perfectly. But when I didn’t, I would hate myself, and force myself to do more the next time. But I still loved to do so much. I would self study. Observe everything. I studied and self coached, was learning opera, Spanish, Italian Swahili, Russian, learned many songs in many languages from the Princess series, studied tribal fusion and maintained all my projects. I barely had time to breathe. I would dream only if ‘Golden Boy’ and of ‘Studio RA’ASHEMI’. I ran an art account and a personal account, I wanted to make a living selling art prints and pattern videos, to make content on YouTube and monetize. 

But my angels knew I was failing. I was dragging myself along. Too enthusiastic. Putting in too much work too soon. I awoke from that dream and found myself depleted. I discovered that I had secretly detested the sound of ‘Florita’ because of what that entailed, the long hours of screen and work work and screen that would follow. I found that after all of that stress and worry that I had been through, nothing came out of it. Only self gratification. Only self worth. I placed all my self worth upon those stories and upon that art. After all, it was a token, it was proof that I was a valid human being and that I brought to the table, that I was not worthless and that I deserved a place. In high regard. I dressed myself in lovely clothes, did my hair in lovely ways, said lovely things about ancestors, wore crystals and jewelry and I was so happy. I had no friends but I knew many people, I helped to organize events, helped to entertain others with my personality. Helped where I could, I even opened an enrichment club and ran it, producing yet more art yet more work. So much art. And then I was expecting myself to do even more with university? I digress, I was putting up a front. I knew I hated school. I knew I hated such structure and vigor. Such a disciplined environment where I had to look a certain way to be accepted and to be of a certain status. I knew I hated the idea of working hard to earn gratification through numbers and rewards, social acceptance. I feared being a reject and I did everything in my power to be above that. I didn’t want to be a nobody so I made myself into somebody. ‘The’body. I was a star. Everyone there knew me. I thought people hated me or didn’t want to know be but many thought I was simply unreachable. Maybe. I felt invisible still. Even in all that glitz and glamour that beauty I still felt invisible. Because nominees would accept the true I. The one that would go home and be sad or who couldn’t keep relationships within her family. The one who isolated herself to the point of hysteria. The one who made all of those works and art to live in that ideal world in the ideal life. Where I could control everything. Where I could micromanage my own universe. Where I got to say who says what when where and how. And who falls in love with who. But they flowed so easily. It was just right. It wasn’t even me controlling it was divine flow. Intervention. I watched as the worlds pieced themselves together, how one event flowed perfectly into the next, how something I would have written many moments before was clarified in the present moment. How everything just made sense. And then they began to leak into my real world. Thats when I started to loose it. Int hat exact moment. When my dream world merged with the ‘real’ world…

‘Aurelio’ ‘Golden Boy’ I saw those three words together in one book and that’s when I knew. I heard someone’s name in my mind, saw their face and the same moment they called. I wrote something in my book and a few days to come it happens in the life event. In the factual, 3Dimensional world. I hear shifts taking place as rings in my ears. I predict when mother walks through the door, I predict when she calls, I predict what she will say. I hear what she thinks. But I do not hear words, I feel energy. I know energy before it happens. I see the entire days events unfold before they even happen. Hear things in my dreams that push me to change. Know the truth that they conceal from me and then tell me I was right all along. That the food really was fake. That the people really were never there. I was never there. I was a myth. All along. I knew things I didn’t even understand. I could perceive thing I couldn’t even see. I could visualize great big throngs happening before me and then hear others speak of them. Was I ever here? When I leave do you still think of me? How can I be sure? That I was ever there in the first place? I created it all, didn’t I? I created this entire experience and live in it blindly. Even if it were a beautiful picture or if it were a horrific one. It is still I who paints. It is still I who thinks of a blank slate and then you speak of turning a new page. It is I who thought of Italy and identity everyone is going there. It is I who called you in without calling or so much as speaking a word to you and yet you knew to contact me. 

This is all true, say the ancients. You were right all along. And yet, this is below ABC, for what lies deeper beneath the surface is much greater than what you have discovered. Dare dream, Olimpia. Dare question. 

Know Thyself and you know all. 

IF I HAD

If I had written out for you all that I had experienced, you would be in shock. So I write what I recall. 

The universe, I am, kept me there long enough for me to experience what it truly meant to be the creator. I am now rich with knowledge. And verification. Everything I had ever dreamed. Yes. It is so to come. 

ROOT CHAKRA

Because I’ve known all along what it takes to get where I want to be. But I was afraid to Be. I was afraid to be great, for people to know my name. For so much responsibility. I was afraid to be known. For my insecurities to be shown. I was afraid of the vastness afraid of being childless afraid to bear a Son. I was afraid to be well known. To be a figure to be shown, and admired and praised and they would worship my name I didn’t want that. I wanted softness. Gentle. Loving me. Tender. I wanted my big strong Man, the one from my dreams to swoop in and come take me away. A wanted a little house in the woods, or maybe one right by the beach, or maybe one up in the clouds, where no fantasies of darkness could reach. I wanted designer shoes but I didn’t, stars in my purse but I couldn’t, I want to help those around me but I shouldn’t. I was afraid of the human mind. The programming and the design. Afraid to be judges afraid to thrown and tossed right and then right after enjoyed. Afraid to be in the spotlight, standing there blinded by limelight. Scared to loose myself to the pain the stress the judge and the timeline. Scared to loose my own head. Scared to loose my own Sun. Scared that my light would be broken, scared for my dreams to be shattered. I was scared to be alone, scared no one would pick up the phone, ashamed that when it was me to receive I would judge myself and get them gone. I was aware of the suffering the pain, and it was all mixed in with disdain, scare that if I give they’ll want even more and the more is the something I can’t give. Scared of pride and divide. Scared of gilt tripping and all the blame. Discarded forgotten laughed at and trodden beneath the heels of a brand new Dame. Scared to be on the side, that my daughter would rip up my pride. Scared to express the demons that left right after they worshipped my stride. Scared to swallow my pride. To cut off my hair. To be all alone. With not even my pair. 

I am the artist I paint in peace. In silence the still of the night. 

People been making up stories about me I’m tired of that. People been praying on my downfall I defeat that. People been 

Florita

Florita you are my world. I call you back. 

Huitipeka’a you’re not ready to raise a child,

Sachihiro stay out of it

La Vieja must be created

I’m going in, Sachihiro, it’s the only way. I’m afraid to loose her, 

And I’m afraid for you to loose yourself

You’ll be here to remind me, take this, keep me safe, but im leaving. There’s nothing left for me to learn here and I must protect her from the wasteland and they’re creating. 

Your books, Huitipeka’a. 

Why do you hold me back, Sachihiro? I know you know this must happen. This is how the story unfolds. For much too long have I been drifting in clouded dream, had to watch her drift away from me, from us. My mother, my grandmother needs her. She is dying, Sachihiro, my grandmother is dying and this is the only thing I can do about it. Send Veveren, send for him. Whereforever he may be. We cannot loose our precious jewel. 

You failed Huitipeka’a. 

I know! I cry! I weep and wallow, look at me I am a wreck. But Florita is not. She is the most precious of all. Please, I redeem myself yo her. I redeem myself for her. She is the only One I live for, please. Let me one last chance. Let me one last restoration. Restore me. Restore my faith my mind my belief my face my body mind and soul. Fill me with the starlit waters once more and let me bask in the grace of the truth. The luamenakara please take me back I beg you take me back for without you, without her my soul is long I have no pyramids no calling no possibility and no end. It is a wretched eternity dreaming and fleeing. Watching my entire world collapse. Please I beg you do not let me stray any longer. To you and yo Florita I devote myself. My life. Let me walk in peace again. Let me give love love again. Please allow me to protect her. Allow me yo be there for her. Grant me focus. Grant me the know how. Grant me to know. 

Why is it, dearest, that you do not see? 

You were never allowed to go astray. You were never severed from us. The silver cord was clouded and tainted but never was it cut. For long enough you have suffered now go in peace and let your light shine. For there shall be those who cease to live your message, your words, but we hear you, we see you and we know you and to our council shall you return. Go now in peace dear beloved Huitipeka’a. 

Amazythel’s was given it all. 

For the God of this domain prepared her for the glamour and lavishness of divine life in the paradise above. 

She’s been believing her entire life to be perfect. And suddenly the truth hits. Well, one of the truths hit. That this in fact has never been the case. That for her to live so beautifully, everyone around her had to work hard and, practically, suffer. That for her to have such lavish things, furnishings and all, it meant that other people had to work and create it. For her to spend so others had to work so. And this realization hit her like a truck. That she has been living off other peoples energy her entire life. That she has been living practically on borrowed energy. So when she had to physically in her timeline ask for such a large amount of money for her education she couldn’t simply do it. She had to leave and accept what others did deem to be worst that what she was used to. She was given the world in order to create new ones for her people to live in. So when she realized that now it was her turn to live to live. Work to live. And to borrow to live she didn’t want to do do any longer. She couldn’t bare to borrow yet more. To live on borrowed time that she knew she one day would have to repay. She was tired of the torment of poverty. So she accepted it. She decided to leave behind her beautiful things, and to set out in a simple life. Yes of course it meant one last borrowed payment, but it meant that she would no longer live in fear of losing. Because she had nothing to loose. She never did in the first place. It was all meant to be enjoyed and then to move on. It was always about moving on. And so she did just that. She lay her children down to sleep and off she went, her heart borderline shattering to leave them behind but she had to. She couldn’t bare watch her kingdom ever crumble. 

It’s pretty harsh though isn’t it. To make one ‘wrong move’ and then have to live with it for the rest of your life. I’m tired of such a life. 

The world really is a scary place when open your eyes and see beyond your current situation. 

What would have happened rig I chose the others? That was made up you are with them always. 

Why do I feel alone? Because I can’t see the spirit. I can only feel it. I wish I hadn’t eaten such bad food and hurt myself so. I was nice though? Did it make you feel good? Yes it did so in the moment but not now. Not now that I have to reap the rewards of that behavior. So not me. 

The eye of the seer and the eye of earth. I’m making positive changes towards a happy earth. 

I skipped school once. I went home to hang out with my grandma. I knew it was wrong but I did it. I felt always like I had to escape from the convent but I didn’t see that there were so many friends to be made and if I had put less focus upon being rebellious and simply enjoying free education then I would be even now in a different place. It’s always just rebelling against your own self. 

Also you see how you changed your year around in the second year? You focused on us and we granted you protection, and you were secure and happy. You woke up excited every morning. Fact is that some days you didn’t want to wake up and you put so much pressure upon yourself but it’s alright don’t worry. Anymore the monsters gone. Just enjoy where you are my dear. 

And you wanted to try a new diet. You felt independents from the rules of the home and because you have a naturally rebellious and reformatice spirit and mindset, you wanted to revel against those ideas, even if it meant harming yourself. Even though you know what is right or wrong, you still put finger to flame because you simply want to know. You want to see beneath every rock to find the fossil. And you love to hunt. You live to find new information to chew on. New ideas concepts and behaviors. But beware because at times this could mean that you must lose yourself temporarily in order to find that new truth. Face that and be grateful for it. Now look here you are revisiting the past… 

Amazythel:

Give ‘em clothes so they think one is better than the other. Change their sacred sounds so they get confused and Killy whir own intuition. Make ‘em dance and sing. 

It’s like dis: we all on the internet right? I’m the universe. Where the net is the meta verse. We open up the verse of YouTube, we scroll and watch watch and then scroll, interact with the past selves, shadows and post it’s thoughts left as comments, stay and experience a video, all together but not quite in the same moment, we share the moment but it’s different for us all. But in perfect timing somehow for us all. Everything is still just so we can tune into it. Then we go. 

I was with Kylie and telling her about my childhood and she was telling about hers. 

A true love on the plane we were my hair was long and crazy and he was gentle and kind. Reminiscing about Poland. 

Jesus with a large tray of food and drink and Victoria secret perfume I couldn’t smell because suddenly I had sniffles. I was first there. I took cup and drank before he blessed it. 

Two Lilly whirls and older brother. A coin worth ten coins. Didn’t want to accept but when the daughter was injured they had to. 

And what of perception. 

If I thought I was doing a good deed but wasn’t truly for the neighbor. There is then no such thing as good or bad

Highschool has so many different energies it’s overwhelming. Mass education. 

Zero to hero

Day one

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Dreams come true 

For a long time I was protected divinely. I never did anything out of line, I did as I was told, and I Leo on top of my tasks. I had a clear path, and did all in line with my highest conscience. And so inreaped the rewards of this. I was seen as the empress. Admirable. Beautiful. And going places. I was already doing it the entire time. But then I tainted my aura. Created chaos around myself. Became a burned to others. Acted against myself. I feel from grace. And now? I’m all alone. 

After 18 years of not even existing for my self you really expect me to go another round? No thankz. 

Don’t lower your standards for anyone. Ever. 

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I am one of the scientists I’ve been studying life on earth for thousands of years. 

Luamenakara. There is a civilization on the moong

I will not give up. 

What will I do instead?

I will push to get RA’ASHEMI out there. 

Marketing promotion. 

All I require is internet. A charger. And artwork and the phone. 

The iPad is now working properly and I recovered all my files to pla onto drive and in archive. 

Put studio RA’ASHEMI on Instagram

On twitter 

Florita and the Silver Moon Forest

Buenas Noches Edition

Amazythel sits in silence, her three little princesses by her side, warm and toasty in their big little magical ordinary room, gentle moonlight twinkling through the golden window panes, a pretty little sparkle into their eyes casting, and tickling ever so subtly their hair and faces. 

The little girls watch in awe, as Amazythel’s brings out The Book. The Akashmic Da’rina Tales, as she so funnily calls it. 

The Da’arina Tales glitter in the soft light, jewels glittering like a thousand stars, as Amazythel lifts the cover open, and they are transported into the world of the Silver moon forest. 

Chapter One

Florita and the SilverMoon Forest

There was once a little girl, named Florita. Florita was a brave and kind little girl, as virtuous and gold as a child could be. But she was much more than this. You see, it seemed as if Florita was the most joyful, excited and magical little one, she who they called “Florita Pequeñita la Bailarinita”, she who danced, laughed and smiled everywhere she went, she who gave more than she had, and she who saw the beauty in all things, she who helped, and loved and showed kindness. She had a lot of pain. Not even she was capable of comprehend the amount of pain she truly had. She saw glimpses of it, sometimes, the shadows of the magnificent protector tree in her room, would turn to strange figures, but they were quickly batted away, as if by a golden hand. 

She would hear people laughing when she danced, but she wasn’t sure if they were laughing at her or at something entirely different. She would see people whispering but she wasn’t sure if they were whispering about her or not. So she kept on dancing, dancing through life, so let’s see where this dance should take her! 

One day, as Florita a walked her usual path to visit her friend the Florist, who taught her to use her hand to present what she saw in her dreams into sheets of bamboo film, she was stopped. By a little new friend, who was desperate to get home. He was a little moody, a little bit furious, but in his eyes Florita could see a strange type of feeling, a feeling she was familiar with but numb to, pain, perhaps. So she helped him, not because of this -pain- character, but because she loved him already, after all, she had seen him in her dream. And she told him so, he did not reply. 

They waded through the forest, looking under rocks and lifting branches, asking parrots and crocodiles for directions, climbing up trees, listening to flower’s whispers, and still they couldn’t find friend’s home. Who’s name was Veveren, as I have not yet introduced. 

Veveren was a little more furious, but not quite, because, it seemed, that Florita had invisible purply-white wings that wrapped around him, and made him feel the safest he had ever felt. It were as if she sang to him quietly. 

And so he was calm, until they neared the sound of a distant party, a celebration. 

It’s the butterflies! Veveren cried. 

They’re having a party without me! 

Completely and utterly distraught, Veveren crumbled onto Florita’s shoulder, but Florita comforted him, and encouraged him to go to the butterfly party. 

They waded through the leaves and branches, and emerged in the ancient ring, where every butterfly of every colour and kind danced and sang, to the twinkling bells of flowers glowing. 

Florita saw the excitement in Veveren’s eyes, and off he went dancing with the butterflies, who complemented the wings he thought they didn’t like him for. They danced and danced until the ancient ring faded into a purple starry sky, until they opened their eyes suddenly and they were dancing in a giant moon flower! And Veveren was no where to be found! But Florita knew he was there, she had fallen off the petals in his dancing frenzy, and was now climbing up the flower, but he looked different. 

His little form was now white and fuzzy, and a beautiful tail of purple and blue swayed when he walked. Florita told him this, to which he replied. 

What do you mean? I’ve always looked like this. 

Just then, a flurry of bright colors swirled around them, and turned into a group of tall little people, also with purple and blue feathers. The one with the most feathers, and hair long and silky, rushed forward and embraced Florita, tears of starlight flooding from her squeezed shut eyes, she kissed Florita’s head over and over again, pulling her in so close that surely they became one person. 

The lady, the Princess Huitipeka’a, as she told Florita, has been awaiting her for a very, very long time. And now she was finally here. Huitipeka’a placed a beautiful amulet into Florita’s hand, which glowed and casted golden purple rays in all directions, and Florita glowed a magnificent glow, her eyes became bright and her hair grew long and beautiful, and her skin became shimmery and beautiful purple sparkles glistened all over her, and swirls of purple whisps from the heavens themselves descended around her, and the moon glowed around her head, and the goddess of the moon herself came down to kiss her forehead, to bless her stomach and to heal her, with shimmering healing sacred eternal water, which she poured over her head, and the water cleaned her, and made her feel the most at peace she had ever felt. And she stood so, for a long while, in such a glorious, white shimmering glowing state, the gentle distant twinkle of starlight, the whispers of the new earth, the crystal like glow of the goddess. This is the only moment and she truly felt this. She truly felt exactly where it was that she was, and she was home. She was in paradise finally in paradise, a moment so perfect, a moment so soon and magical, and she knew, that from now on until forever, all would be well, and all would be perfect, and she was home. Finally home, and her family awaits. She remembered now. She knew where they were going to. 

After you’re touched, Amazythel began, nothing will ever satisfy you. Your habits stop, your cravings stop, indulgences, wants, needs, all come to an end. Once you feel, once you taste the truth, nothing is the same. And so you drift. And you wonder what’s next. And the only thing you find comfort in, is the breath that gives you life. The spirit. Of life. 

The path has been long carved out for you. This golden path. You’ve been walking it all along. 

And that’s it. 

That’s as simple as it is. 

It’s not you who is hungry. 

Outgrowing 

The blue gown of the quinceañera long gone, time for the golden mermaid slip of starlight. 

I as able to make my mind so strong, to bend reality so perfectly, that I could shift my appearance, change my mindsets, situations and beliefs. But I wanted more. As did the Egyptians. I wanted to see where else my power could flourish ñ, what else I could create. So I went into meditation, which is my constant state. I stopped Spell-ing. And began envisioning. Now I truly have no Lilit. 

Even as you run away. It has to chase you. That’s the natural law. Study nature for the natural balance of things. Sow seeds to innerstand life. And the basis of creation. 

I was pacified into staying silent. I knew exactly what it was that I was here to do. To create. And yet, the force of my own i am-ness, which I personally and specifically sent in order to strengthen the I am ness which I already had, sent me obstacles. To become strong. To become far beyond. The English language no longer suffices for my self expression. The simplicity of this language is no longer enough for the completists of my existence. 

Divine Femininty

Sun of RA

Today I awoke and didn’t realize I was awake. I was aware. Didn’t know I was walking, I just shifted from moment to moment, place to plane, here to there. And now I write this. That is all I am aware of. That I am writing this. This is truly to be in the ‘present moment’ so called. 

I notice how feelings into words translate instantly. I watch manifest every subtle action of the light body. I watch manifest every subtle grandeur of the eternal body. That is to say, a series of tiny actions to create the grand existence of life. Life being 🌀 

I saw manifest what I wrote. To channel through oneself is to create new life. To create new life is to be creator. To be creator is to be creation. To be creation is to be perfection. To be perfection is to be eternal. To be eternal is to be breath. To be breath is to be spirit. To be spirit is to be one ness. To be oneness is to be wholeness. To be wholeness is to be complete. To be complete is to be. One. At a time. One breath, at a time. One life, at a time, one world, one being, one truth, one breath. At a time. To be is to live and to live is to be. 

A day where all resources shall be exhausted is upon us. For years a many have there been accumulations of wealth, prosperity and abundance. Now is a time of peace, a time for the home. A time of settled hopes, settled wistfulness. The wishful nature has been called. For now will be a time of barren land, where it is up to you to create what shall be, forever more. ♾ 

It is you who are now the creator. It has been you all along. It is you who has been the believer, for write you do, breathe you do, listen you do. Dream you do. Therefore a living miracle you are. 

To light shift, create and create some more is the time. 

Instead of the 

If you feel fat

But in fact, you are not

It is the energy of lack, panic and emptiness that you are attuning yourself too

Some manifestations are bigger than others because you must thread together different events timelines and outcomes in order to achieve the desired result. 

Once you reach the end of your goddess training, it is in fact time to become the goddess. To become your own light. That is becoming oneness. That is becoming whole. 

If someone tells you dark stories, that is their distorted mind. You need not even for a moment to feel as though harm can come to you, for it is you who creates the harm. Learning to alchemist and to combine metaphysical with physical, through shared mental and physical effort. Creating in the terrestrial as in the extra terrestrial, in order to get ourselves out of a place seemingly undesirable. 

Recognizing if the place of current is to be learned from, if the phase of learning is still current, and if it is time. When it is time, opportunities themselves shall present themselves to you. You must say yes to life. Once you have learned it is up to you to put that knowledge into action, or to fall back and keep revising or learning more. You have always enough. 

Stand in the sun, and dance. Offer the dance in return for illuminating the inner world. Watch the sun in your eyes. Then calm with the moon. 

Look beyond the surface of the waters. And you will see with your All seer. Look beyond skin and bones; and you will see the All Seer. 

In stillness we alchemist and create desired outcomes. 

There was once

A girl, who loved to write. She wrote at any moment she could. But then she stopped. And she found that beyond her writing there was void. There was nothing. And this frightened her. So she abandoned her typing her writing, her pen, and moved out beyond her cosmic egg. 

What she found was terrifying. In that all she thought came forth. Every thought and dream. 

And so she returned back to her little cosmic egg. 

Inside looking out. 

Subliminal that will work

I am divine goddess 

I can create out of thought 

I can create out of thin air 

I am intelligent

I am taking the correct steps to boosting my intelligence 

I am certain 

I am self assured 

I am wonderful

I cast powerful spells 

I cast powerful intentions

I am power itself 

I am the epitome of beauty

I am fluent in my own light language

I remember my ancestors 

I remember my truth 

I am able to come in and out if the matrix

I am able to reach full consciousness and enlighntemt. 

I use my talents for the good of all and to the harm of none 

I am attracting a spiritually strong male. 

Shaanti as chief

Im 

Don’t apologise. 

New to this and I’m doing a wonderful job of cocreator. It’s my favourite job

What animal works?

What animals knows habitually that it has to show up at this time and that day to anywhere? What animals craves material value and comfort? What animals sells its life for material comfort? You think that it is impossible but there are 7billuon a lot more than this, if at least half of you make a change the rest will follow!

It is an animal a living being that you embody. Not a machine. Not a robot. Realize this and tou realize that there is no boss. It’s is you the painter who holds the brush. 

The curse

There was a witch who was envious of your great grandmother in the past, an ancient ancestor from the mothers side. She cast a generational curse for every second daughter to have beautiful goals and aspirations but to be tied to uncertainty, guilt, fear and dependency. Your ancestor was kind hearted and gentle a soft miracle worker, and this witch was deeply jealous of her. In order for you to break the curse you must break free and make peace with yourself your mother your surroundings and to break down the walls and blindfolds bonding you all. You are strong, it is her gentle spirit who has been guiding you softly. Make peace with your femininity. Do not speak to them directly. Move peacefully. And see me. See I the ancestor. 

She has long blonde hair, almost white, wears a long straight dress with thin ankles uncovered and black slippers. A cardigan. Deep blues and a village setting. Handmade cottages. She has husband and her daughter is beautiful at birth but she grows ugly because of the curse and her mind. Her mind is poisoned by the curse. She runs away. A second daughter and then a son is born. They too run away. They create many bad karmas they have evil cursing through their veins. They destroy love and loved ones and they torture themselves out of spite and hatred for their skin. They boil and burn themselves alive. They have very dark energy. Deep dark energy. And no self restraint. They are like three giant green ogres. Tormented by their past and depleated and ripped of hope for their future. They rip themselves apart. The forth child is angelic. But not much is known as if the forth child is not real. They carry down the bloodline somehow, or the family line descended from is cursed by these ogres. And they carry down this hatred. Self hatred is the demon. Self hatred that has filtered and trilled down to you, the golden one. You must cut off in all ways from this bloodline. Let it end with your mother. Transform your dna with that of the sun. You have been prophesied. You are the chosen one. Fly free and transform your dna. You are destined for the stars and the night sky. You as the shining star. You as the restored hope and balance. Be free loved one. Be free. 

Fly high little butterfly. 

I love you 

Amanda

🦋

I choose you 

Little children. 

To shine your light. 

To be person less. 

To be light full. 

They will call you dull. 

Because you do not entertain them. 

Instead you calm their spirit. 

And that threatens their ego. 

Once their ego overbalanced their light, it is difficult to calm. The older they become, the more they fall. The deeper they fall. Into the lull of routine. Into the lull of illusion. Into the lull of furious peace. Ignorant bliss. It is you who awaken them, you touch them. If not now, they will awake, it will be in a thousand years, but they will. All go back to oneness. And there are levels to our being. Their are categories. And divisions. 

You must enjoy to live in the moment. To eat what is given to you. Otherwise it will be given to you. Time and time again. Until you accept it. And the ego will deny it. Because the ego believes thee is better. The ego that has a preference. An opinion. That does not harmonies with your spirit. The spirit who experiences all. And has no judgement. The child. The true you. You will learn to preserve your energy. You will learn that it doesn’t truly matter, for in everything you do you do so for the mirror. The reflection. It bounces back into you. That is the basic law of this universe. And am careful as to not use words that trigger. 

So I ask. 

Will you entertain, or awaken? 

For a very long time

You have been trying to weaken me. 

You finally did it. 

You have succeeded. 

But every success falls. 

Nothing is celebrated for ever. 

Nothing goes on forever. 

Your triumphs are counted. 

Limited. 

You cannot stop me. 

Not while I. 

You cannot poison me any longer. 

You cannot hurt me like this any longer. 

You cannot manipulate me, control me, make me your slave. 

I am free. 

I loosen your grip with love in my heart. 

I thank you for your lesson, the lessons you have taught me. 

Although. 

I shall not stand for any more of your trickeries. 

I shall not stand for any more mind games. 

I shall not stand for anymore illusions, stories, lazinesses. 

I shall not standby and watch you destroy my life any longer. 

I shall not live in fear of your illusions. 

Of your trickeries. 

I shall not destroy myself that you may take domain. 

I shall not wish away my time. 

I shall not wish away my breath. 

I shall not cut love. 

I shall not consume pain and fear and hurt. 

I shall not be weak. 

I curse you. And break the chains once and for all. You shall never, ever, EVER, take my life from me. You shall never take myself away from myself. Mirror or mirrors I don’t care. Game or reality, I don’t care. Illusion or not, I don’t care. I am here. I awaken every day. And I do so for a reason. You shall not confuse me with your frivolousness. I shall rise, time and time again. For I am infinite. Every time you knock me down I’ll be a thousand and twelve times mightier, a strength of ten thousand of your best men won’t match mine. Ever. You will never, ever, ever defeat me. Not in this life, not in the billions of lives after this one. Not in the trillions of moments to follow this one. You will never, ever succeed. Not in my downfall. For there is no downfall when there is no difference between heaven and hell. When there is no ground to fall onto. When there is no veil. You shall be banished. To the depths of the deepest nothing. Where true love, unconditional love, shall turn that cold heart of yours to heaven. To eternal bliss and satisfaction. But touch me you shall never. Tear me apart you shall never. Hurt me you shall never. Sabotage me you shall never. Bring peril and distress you shall never. You shall never get the better of me ever again. This title has been lost by you. I stand only. I release you for ever. I am free of you. 

You see now, Shaanti no Tori, why I was so cold with you. Why I was so hard on you. Why I didn’t let you rest. It was not because of what you have. Never about what you have. Those gifts of yours. It was about your ‘I’. I’ve seen how this world tears the I apart. And I saw how many tried to take your I. So many Shaanti and it terrified me. The seeds were sown, so many, I protected you as I could, but the seeds where sown, in the places where my embrace didn’t reach, where your aura was broken. 

I am the earth now. The mirror to the earth. I feel as though life is fleeting, for this is so true for the earth. She is fading. For it is my fault for not being strong enough. For giving in to the world, instead of protecting my earth. I was blinded. You showed me so. I am alright, and so shall be the earth. Once this storm has passed. All is well already. For in this moment, this one moment. I am well. 

Your twin. Your love. You know the truth. You have been trying your best to see him in others, and you have succeeded, but still, he is not here. Not right now. 

I was protecting you, Shaanti. Not because of your gifts like I said, you thought so. I loved you and love you. It’s your soul I was trying to protect. 

Let’s go home, Mama. 

Alright. 

My life moving forward

Writing one book

Living in the paradise with him

Humanitarian job

Belief: law of oneness 

Interests: animals and plants

Goal: family 

I put all my love into one area of the house, when I came to build the rest, I didn’t have enough live and resources left. 

There is

Amazythel the forgetful, accidentally walked right back into the life she used to have. Until she realized that she could create anything she liked, and so she wrote for herself, that she is a princess. Again. The princess of peaceful paradise. And so became. She watched the world around her morph and shape into the most wonderful paradise. Birds of peace, parrrots, blue birds, peacocks, love birds, canaries, doves, and chickens. Crows and vultures too, but they have their own little corner in the kingdom. 

A day in my life

I remember who I am, in what you conceive to be the past. When I am not this confused character, tormented by the illusion of mission and purpose, which is only a speckle of my true life and existence, I am far away, floating through space and experiencing a lot. 

So the other night I was in Egypt, my home, where my mother waited for me. She was very beautiful, her hair was silky and she wore a beautifully radiant being, she is not human, she is of a much higher realm. She is very smart and she game me my intelligence. 

If you don’t have 

People. Who do you have ? 

If you don’t have family, what do you have? 

If you don’t have love, what do you have? 

Afraid to give, and to show emotion and to love, why? Because you always have to say goodbye. I didn’t know that people are good before this place

Everything exists until you give it a meaning. After that it’s your choice whether or not you allow for it to destroy you or make you, into your dreams. 

Always the awareness. 

I’m always the awareness. No matter what I am always conscious I myself. My actions. You are too that is why you are here.

Ask yourself. 

Is it because you’re outgrowing. Because you are advancing. Going further. 

Or is it. 

Because. You are always wanting more. 

Always much too curious. 

Always choosing imagination. 

You know where this will take you, Olimpia. This constant wanting. 

For you it will mean nothing. That you had everything and could’ve had everything more, but you ended up with nothing. For me, it will be wszystko jedno. But for you. It will mean death. Unless you learn. 

To love the present. 

Ask yourself. 

Is it because you’re outgrowing. Because you are advancing. Going further. 

Or is it. 

Because. You are always wanting more. 

Always much too curious. 

Always choosing imagination. 

You know where this will take you, Olimpia. This constant wanting. 

For you it will mean nothing. That you had everything and could’ve had everything more, but you ended up with nothing. For me, it will be wszystko jedno. But for you. It will mean death. Unless you learn. 

To love the present. 

There is

Amazythel the forgetful, accidentally walked right back into the life she used to have. Until she realized that she could create anything she liked, and so she wrote for herself, that she is a princess. Again. The princess of peaceful paradise. And so became. She watched the world around her morph and shape into the most wonderful paradise. Birds of peace, parrrots, blue birds, peacocks, love birds, canaries, doves, and chickens. Crows and vultures too, but they have their own little corner in the kingdom. 

A day in my life

I remember who I am, in what you conceive to be the past. When I am not this confused character, tormented by the illusion of mission and purpose, which is only a speckle of my true life and existence, I am far away, floating through space and experiencing a lot. 

So the other night I was in Egypt, my home, where my mother waited for me. She was very beautiful, her hair was silky and she wore a beautifully radiant being, she is not human, she is of a much higher realm. She is very smart and she game me my intelligence. 

If you don’t have 

People. Who do you have ? 

If you don’t have family, what do you have? 

If you don’t have love, what do you have? 

Afraid to give, and to show emotion and to love, why? Because you always have to say goodbye. I didn’t know that people are good before this place

That is all I ever did

And it’s because I was all I ever did that I was so successful. I write from god. I am a channel for god and I know. 

University 

Unless you’re 127% sure you want to go to university, don’t go. Take a gap year. See what else life generates for you. 

Whatever money you receive, guard it like a golden warrior in a savings account, cash it out and travel. 

Invest in passive income, then skills, then activities, then extra expenses. 

Observe life and build strong moral principles. 

Invest in long term goals and always include spiritual practice into your days. 

Priorities god and your spirituality above all else. 

Modelling

Ok, focus on building your Instagram instead. Reach out to companies and other models, follow modelling  agencies and contact models from those agencies, post reels with rising popularity sounds, but for now make your biggest focus refining and building your skills. You don’t need to be working yet, remember that modelling is still a job and it will mean that you have to grow up faster and mature. Stay humble, enjoy school, enjoy your friends, prioritize networking and building a strong skill set, practice having strict routines and don’t experiment too much with diets, get to know your mind, get to know your body, write down your morals and principles, visualize daily your career, and go with the flow. The Universe gotcha back, when the day comes a modelling agency will reach out for you themselves! Keep yourself up to date and do something worth telling a story about once you’re up there. 

If you really really want to, keep applying to the agencies, but keep in mind that you could be learning or expanding instead

Also, get into the habit of asking yourself what you want to do, consider outside opinions, but keep in mind that someday down the line it will be you ultimately who decides 

Trust me, when the time comes, it will fall into place. If you were a full time model now you would have a lot less freedom in certain ways, and you would be skipping an entire period of your life, school won’t be the same experience when you’re famous! 

Enjoy the moment you’re in so that when you are a world famous jd model you will have peace of mind that you enjoyed every second of the present moment, and when the job gets a bit boring to you you will be able to think about your memories of what you would’ve missed

Also, it’s important to go into the industry with a humble and kind heart, because it’s a lot of pressure, and lots of people will want your attention. Build yourself up, stay grounded and humble, and prepare for when the opportunity 

There was once a girl

Who was cursed. 

By the most evil and jealous witch. 

Who was once beautiful, 

But was now horrendous. 

The girl was magical. 

Born of a flower. 

With many gifts, talents, and miracles. 

But her mind was tainted. 

With the seedling of a the witch’s Tutnakeiri, 

Which fed poison into her marvelous mind, 

Tainted her beautiful golden gifts,

And distressed her heart. 

Took her from her loved ones, 

Took her from her magic 

And 

Dimmed her light. 

Dimmed it so low that she failed to read

The lines on her own hands 

Failed to know,

The gift of her trueness. 

And filled her lands with darkness, mountains and mountains appeared on her path, and circles of doom captured her, that even if she wanted to climb those mountains, she couldn’t, for the circles of doom kept her right where she was in fact made her go deeper and deeper into the ground, till there was nothing but darkness. Till there was nothing but the empty hole where her lost memories were to be. 

She wailed and wallowed internally, but allowed not for the witch to her her cries, for it would only cause more joy to her, to see the girl in such distress. 

But when the girl noticed, the faint golden threads, that swirled within the circles of doom, it lit up a little spark in her heart, a spark once so lost, to dim and dull, that she forgot she even had it. For that is how this cruel witch worked. She placed veils of darkness over her gifts, then filled her mind with other things, made her walk along a different path, until she was so far away, that she couldn’t find her way home. 

But the girl pulled on the golden string, and the black circles of doom turned into golden spheres of light, and then to beams of light, and she flew far beyond the holes, far above the peaks of the mountains and far beyond earth, and she was free. Finally free from any clutches. Finally free for anyone or anything. She was free. 

The witch turned to dust and from the dust rose her very own mother. 

She told me, is this how to treat a goddess? I told her no. But that I didn’t care. She asked me, is this how you feed a goddess? And I said no. That I did what I felt like. So she left. She said, don’t eat that. I ate it. So she left me. Why she didn’t want me to eat it? Because it would weaken our bond. And it almost did. But then she took me home. And she showed me the truth. Reminded me on my truth. And here I am, remembering. And I am filled once again with her magic. Much happens, that I know this is real. That magic is real. 

The moon princess was lost. 

She prayed. Connected to her love and was reunited with her twin. Their bond is now grounded and golden. Diamond. And is forever strong. She will live for many years, her body ever green and glowing. They found their way back to each other, and they restored each other to their divinity. 

B211A

Long term volunteers

School sponser all of costs by volunteer 

No working on visa 

3 months to prepare 

The only way I viewed the outside world was through her eyes. Them at people were trying to hurt me, poison me, to take me away. I feel freedom, in my writing I feel freedom. Never did I ever know such freedom. There is no such as what’ve I was taught 

Mikeira and roger

My dragon has white mane

Feels like I’m the host and my ancestors are experiencing through me. Silly names and labels make you think you’re crazy 

I see you!

Divine lovee. I see you 

Earth guide only. 

I never go back. 

I go forward. 

I go beyond infinity. 

Gentle and weak. Death is hard and stiff. 

Stiffness companion in death. Flexibility companion in life. 

Wow I can go on holiday everyday. 

Isn’t it wonderful? 

Isn’t it wonderful? 

Isn’t it amazing? 

Isn’t it magical. 

It is heavens way to conquer without striving. 

The reason why, is because eating is death. 

Amazythel’s was lost for a while. Until she realized that her art and magic was being wasted on material outcomes. She began to internalize her power. And found herself flying. High beyond everything. And so did the outside projection. She flew up up up high above her body and she is able to grasp the higher realms. She is flying up and up and her body follows. Her blind trust is emrewarded. And she no longer doubts. For her mind in renewed. And she sees possibility. Amazythel grows into a powerful priestess. Healer. Source connection. She joins beyond and learns to alter her state. Her mind is touched by the highest divine, and she is able to fly. She lets down her hair and it is long. She glows from within and she no longer eats. For she is fulfilled through spirit. She is filfillleddd. She has met her twin and with her twin she resurrected her children. Her truth. They fly high and she believes because she is one with all. 

Nanakenakikiterwwaishikekerikititewaniketawanaikanekaranaii rjsoap. She remembers her language and speaks only in her language. Forgetting all beyond. She is filled with space and is one with space. She is awake and conscious. Developing higher states of awareness and development. Thoth master of numbers. Ella acquerra de Todo de Shaanti no Tori de su divinidad. De sus memorias. Ya basta de la amnesia. Ya basta de los ciclos dice. Basta ya. Que si puede hacer todoo!!!!

Ya no juzga. Ya no les da su magia 

Vibrational grids standing behind everything. 

Eligo ser onye nchuaja

Time to get serious. Ya no soy princesa soy onye nchuaja mas alta. Conozco de la verdad. Y soy vinculada con el dios los poderes y la espiritualidad buena. Además. Kemetians y hermeticians. Soy el espíritu. Soy poderosa. Y soy la nueva ola dorada. Guisada por los dioses buenos y Los Angeles. Ya está bien todo. En Harmonía. Se te van a olhar y respetar. Se te van a seguir. Ya no estás sola. Creo en ti. 

La hija regresa a casa

Oh. 

Mom says, in her brain when she sees her daughter who looks a bit different to how she looked before. 

Big hug!!!! 

Mama says, hugging her baby girl. 

Mama suggests fun things to do together. 

Sees baby eating, let’s eat together! Sees baby is sad, let’s be sad together! 

And hey here’s the song I know you always loved! Let’s dance baby you look beautiful!

Sees baby look at her old photos, 

Hey let’s make some new photos and memories, who can jumó the highest? Who can stand on their head? 

Sees baby cut her hair,

Oh how beautiful you look my sugar, let me braid it for you. 

Let’s put on some mascara too love. 

I wonder why, what changed? I wonder why she is how she is right now. I wonder why she didn’t want to come home. I wonder why she is so confused, maybe there is something her soul is calling her to do but she is a little afraid, or a little apprehensive? Ohh I see she loves water. 

Oh I get it, even though she we was earning so much and in such a wonderful place she came back, she’s trying to find her truth. She already knows herself clearly enough, to know that the place she was in wasn’t her final destination. Hey isn’t it wonderful that she is so I afraid of change and of ending, isn’t it wonderful that she is so chaotic, it’s interesting, something different. She’s my daughter I’m so proud of her. 

Hey I remember I had the same problem when I was younger, maybe it’s the same thing going on in her life? Perhaps if I try to be there for her instead of screaming at her it will be healing for us both. 

Hey, I think instead of being so worried about she looks, I should ask about how she feels, and listen to her, instead of trying to get her to be the way she used to be. Hey I wonder what she thinks about, since I’ve noticed that she spends a lot of time away from me and us, and loves to think, so maybe when she trusts me so much that she’ll tell me what’s going on in her mind, especially as she trusted me so much to tell me the vision she just had about my grandma. Maybe instead of telling her to turn her phone off, I could ask her about how she feels that she has friends who message her, as I know she has struggled with friendships in the past. Maybe instead of screaming at her, that she is spending too much time on her, I should ask her what new things she has discovered. And if she wouldn’t like to share with me, maybe I could find something that could interest her. 

Oh I’m so happy you found someone to love! I know you haven’t experienced that before I’m so glad for you my love my dear! I wish you all the best for your new and budding love, that he treats you well and grants your heart joy and peace and love and goodness. I’m so happy you found someone from the same country as your father and ancestors, it means you’ll be able to connect and understand your roots and heritage. Maybe you’ll be able to learn the language! Wouldn’t it be wonderful! I would love to learn it from you if you do! I love you dear and I’m so glad that you’re giving love a chance and finding your true happiness my dear, and that you find music that soothes your spirit my lovely. I’m so proud that you are constantly evolving, and discovering new parts of your self. I’m so proud of you my love my rose and my blossom! Keep loving, keep lighting and keep striving. Love you mama. 

What extra toy do you want

My house in Seychelles where I can raise a healthy family have fruits and vegetables and be with my golden boy who has boo fish brown hair and plays piano and guitar and songs with me, where I can become a real human and supernatural powers unlock. And where there is vast space, with turtles and monkeys and elephants. Away from people only out little family. And a boat. 

Amazythel’s Escape plan

Find the little cottage stay

Exchange things for coins

Upload Magic 5 Enchanted tales to Essence Stick

Exchange large portal for mini portal

Put off universe school

Pack a rucksack with simple clothes changes, a single notebook and a single small portal

My Place : Tulum, Mexico. 

Amazythel buena the old book

The book in which she wrote her pains. That book is now gone. Not lost. Gone. Her past. Is gone. 

It was a bright sunrise, where she wakes up in the breath of dawn, and the angels sing to her. She allows to sink in, and as the golden light touches her face she feels so free and subtle. 

Now I understand why I was trying to kill her. Why I was having visions of them leaving. It’s because my spirit wanted me to stay well away. For they are destructive. The oppressors of peace. That’s why I no longer pain pictures of anyone in any head. 

I would get angry because i couldn’t hear your voice. That’s why. 

Bite the hand that feeds you. 

You mock him who brings you cheese and yet it’s his cheese you place on your bread. Then you mock his name even as you eat the cheese, but enjoy the cheese, even though it was touched by the hands of the one you mock. 

Mastering the art of forgiving and forgetting. It’s not just about relationships. Forgiving and forgetting your past self. And being renewed in every breath you breath. Not attaching to past beliefs or thought patterns. 

Humans have been programmed to manipulate the natural balance of things and edestroy the earth. Rozwydzeni I cierzar 

Meddling with the karma of the planet 

Constantly wanting thinking they need more and more better and better. Who is content? Here no one. One day you’ll wake up as your true selves and realize what you’ve done. Just like how youve realized what your kind did to Jesus, how you’ll realize what your kind did to the earth. 

You are being blinded into slavery. Shackles disguised as pretty bracelets and handbags. Constantly striving for more for better and for bigger. Bigger dreams. Bigger wishes. Making up a trillion whims and desires when someone says they are genie. Searching desperately to find a material outcome to latch onto. Incarnating her millions and millions of times because every time you give into the trap. The lure of pretty things. Wanting better quality, bigger quantity. So blinded by the ego that you allow yourself to become murders. Killers of innocence and feeders to greed. Trashing your own home and trashing your own souls. Trashing your own waters. All because you needed to do your weekly shop. Or needed to replace your already fine things. Or needed to get something new. Needed this. Needed that. What you really need is to stop needing because needing will kill you. It will literally take you away from yourself. It will keep you wanting more. Wanting. Wanting wanting. Chasing. Chasing. Chasing. You’ll never find what you’re looking for. Not here. Not in this mess. That you created or helped create. Never there. Ask the real you. She knows. He knows. 

Stop engaging in cheap entertainment and use the power of your own imagination to create real and long lasting miracles. Touch your heart and the hearts of others. Be kind and be true. And stop wanting things. For real. It’s not healthy. 

He who believes he has destroyed, has not yet seen him. Has not yet seen perfection. 

The fact that in life nothing is destroyed or lost or stolen. It is bearer and released. And flow is constant. And all falls into place. Perfectly. All at once. Every time. Not a moment too late. For late is not a truth here. 

I have you one show and that was beyond what you needed. One book and that was beyond what you needed. 

You is always the winner. Become You. The New You. 

The pretty prison

There was once a girl who was  afraid to leave the life she knew behind. 

It’s ok, little one. Said her angel. For her angel knew, that her life was about to transform. 

She learns that she is the long lost daughter of a wealthy business man, who found her online. He sends for her, and she is introduced into a world of unmatched luxury wealth and comfort. 

Her father tells her of all the dreams she has been having, tells her the truth of her ancestry, of her visions. Tells her why she came here to this earth. To learn. He has been sent to guide her. For she has the gift her great grandmother royal had. The power of foresight. And so he protects her like a golden sheild. She receives all beyond her imagination, and above all, love. She learns of true love. And she sees it everywhere. Her father, her star mother, and she remembers her karmic family, her sister mother who travels the world with her true love, her brothers who grow and flourish, and her turtles. 

Daily lessons and training allows her to unlock her full potential. And she quickly learns to be like her father. Not the bio one. The real one. She learns to create 

A

A young woman sits at the window, gazing out at the manicured jungles above, as winged creatures of golden light soar and dip and swirl. 

She is Florita. 

There was once a lonely Shepard

Who high up in the mountains tended to his flock 

Of sheep and goats

Hens and chicks

When he realized that he did not know much about the worlds beyond his own

The worlds beyond the mountains

The thing is, he had been born here, in these mountains, these mountains are the only sight he has ever known, well, that and his mother, his seven sisters, and his father, the Son. This mountain, and the outline illuminated by the Son. 

His sister, the seventh one, went missing one day. 

The goat said she saw her being taken by the Son, as if her being dissolved and melted into the Golden Haze. 

And then she was gone. 

Then his sister, the Sixth one, went missing another day.

His friend, the sheep, said he saw her being taken by the Son, just like the goat had said. 

And then she was gone too. 

He didn’t tell anyone. 

Then his sisters, the Fifth, Fourth, and Third one, went missing. So did the Second one. 

And his friend, the breeze, told him they were taken by the Son. As did the others. 

And the Shepard got lost. Lost in his own tale. Lost in his own memories. Had there been so many sisters of his to begin with? Had there been so many instances where he found himself conversing with the goat, the sheep, and the breeze? Had he even been there at all, and had he ever had the sheep, the goats, and the breeze to keep him company? For today is is snowing, no breeze can be heard by him. For right now he is by the fireplace, no chickens or hens can be seen by him. For now he is resting, blowing his pipe, and no sheep or goat is being tended by his hands. His hands, as he looks upon his palm. His hands which are not his own. He observes them turning, and pinching, and swirling and twirling, and bending, and glowing, and swimming, and dissolving, and sparkling. And then he sees no longer his hand, but the great abyss. He sees no longer his hand, but all of creation. His had downs not become his own, but a figment, he sees now into the past the present and the future, for they are all within him and all always have been within him. For it had been him all along, no more thought of seven sisters, for they were never there. They were a fleeting projections along the infinite timeline of his soul. His evolution, a projection of learnings, growing, and development, one that he barely recollects. For his attention is all and no. All and nothing. He remembers the children, and takes a deep breath, and watches the vision change. Watches the projection change. And he realizes, that he, himself, his I, has never ever had to do anything. Nothing but observe. That is all he has ever been doing. Observing his life go by. Learning from a distance. Awareness shifting through paradigms. Through selves. Through concepts, ideas. Incarnations. He has never been in one place all at once. He has been everywhere and no where. He has known all and nothing. And he is happy with what he has learned. So now, he sits. And thinks up a new creation.  

Reflection

I feel like I lost the fight. 

A year ago vs now. 

Going against all my morals and conscience. 

But guess what. I k ow things now. I know the truths now. I know my being. I am awareness and very powerful at that. 

New era. 

Brand new me. 

Talents daily define you. I wanted to know who I was beyond that. And so I do. Now. I’d like to know the magic I am capable of. Yes. Yippe!!!

The insight. Energy transmition. When you listen to someone you listen to the complexity they have unlocked with universe. 

You keep trying to defeatt the enemy but they want to be good too

Eat packed lunches food prepared with care and eating it at a certain time. Look and feel well cared for. 

Habits are senses of security. They are good. 

People were being placed into an environment where they had no choice but to either scheme with the evils for comfort and security, or give away their life force as do slaves. Placed into a situation where the choices where already made for them, and freedom was but a distant fairytale. 

Where their minds could not run free through the beauty of possibility and their feet could not run free through the beauty of creation. Where their purity and divinity was poisoned by strange concepts and other worldly desires. Where they could not possibly be the most authentic version, for instead they were dumbed down, so ferociously, that one called the other dumber than himself. That one called the other blinder than he. That one called the other uglier than he. While the divine observed. And made no judgement. For it was up to them to restore themselves. For they had been many times redeemed. It was this time that they had to redeem themselves. 

She was sent with the wisest of the ascended masters. She had all she needdd. And so she and the divine observed, sans judgement, the ways of the people of Time. And wondered when wouldn’t get ever awaken again. To their truth. Which was now ever changing. The trap was pretty, but God was Whole-y. 

Their wisdom and intellect was tainted. And they drew further from him. But every time they found the path. Simply, to be. Loyal to their own truth. Live in good. 

Everyone is born with a demon. Find yours know yours, calm yours, before you move   in the world

This is for once the storm calms over, and you remember the truth. 

Say

I remember I remember I remember

You have been granted an alternate perspective. Be calm at all times

Zara

Amazythel and the second kingdom

Who is life

Amazythel asks at the gates. 

Who am I

Who am I to be asking you who I am and who are you to be giving me the answers

Who are we but stars?

How long till I drift no longer for I am found and lost all at once 

I am love and distress all at once 

I am here and I am there all at once 

Be at peace, Amazythel dearest. 

Be at peace. 

There is no more for you to learn

For you to contemplate 

You are here. 

You are home. 

You are wise. 

Your kingdom come. 

And goodness and love. 

Be at peace, Amazythel dearest. 

For I am here. 

Magic, that you were sing. Doing. Seems it not chaotic? The work, all those tales, you were telling, seems it not a distraction? A downward spiral 🌀. The spiral. 

What exactly do you wish to do ? 

There are so many spells that we put ourselves under. 

I don’t know- I am about to know. 

I’m about to be found 

I am about to become the greatest 

Doing one thing will align you with all there is. 

The curse of the wicked witch

Amazythel breaks the curse of the wicked witch. In order to do thud she write against the own will, perceived, and ate an enchanted food that released all blockages, and finally turned her life into a dream. A dream with no contracts, no curses, freedom. Only. Where she decides what goes, where the cup overflows, where she sees herself in her true golden form. Where no witches tell her yes or no. Where it is only she and the golden prince. Where magic flows all around. 

You humans need others. You need interaction, you need friends. But you must know who you are. You must know where you’ve been, where you’re headed. And before you move forward in life, you need to release your karma, release it in the name of god and your ancestors. 

Amazythel says “ I release in the name of Jesus and god the curse which binds me to the torturous mind, that takes me away from happiness. I condemn it in Jesus name amen 

Amazythel 

I am empress. Of the greatest empire. I married for love and got the greatest gift in return. 

Reflection

This is all point less and I want to go home. 

I am beautiful. 

 I got rid of the stuff and moved to Bali. 

On the 14th I go home, 16th I go to Bali- for free. 

We’re teaching you a lesson because you didn’t want to work on your roots chakra

Any job: actress. I am the star of musical theatre. 

I want to give but I’m not sure how 

And to show love. It should feel natural. Like the water flow. Don’t feel like you need to. Feel like you’re flowing with it. Let it be pure intention. Like the cakes for maja. You can wait for a special occasion. Just relax and flow with it. Let me take care of it all. I love you. I see you. I feel you. 

There was once a girl

Who was cursed. 

By the most evil and jealous witch. 

Who was once beautiful, 

But was now horrendous. 

The girl was magical. 

Born of a flower. 

With many gifts, talents, and miracles. 

But her mind was tainted. 

With the seedling of a the witch’s Tutnakeiri, 

Which fed poison into her marvelous mind, 

Tainted her beautiful golden gifts,

And distressed her heart. 

Took her from her loved ones, 

Took her from her magic 

And 

Dimmed her light. 

Dimmed it so low that she failed to read

The lines on her own hands 

Failed to know,

The gift of her trueness. 

And filled her lands with darkness, mountains and mountains appeared on her path, and circles of doom captured her, that even if she wanted to climb those mountains, she couldn’t, for the circles of doom kept her right where she was in fact made her go deeper and deeper into the ground, till there was nothing but darkness. Till there was nothing but the empty hole where her lost memories were to be. 

She wailed and wallowed internally, but allowed not for the witch to her her cries, for it would only cause more joy to her, to see the girl in such distress. 

But when the girl noticed, the faint golden threads, that swirled within the circles of doom, it lit up a little spark in her heart, a spark once so lost, to dim and dull, that she forgot she even had it. For that is how this cruel witch worked. She placed veils of darkness over her gifts, then filled her mind with other things, made her walk along a different path, until she was so far away, that she couldn’t find her way home. 

But the girl pulled on the golden string, and the black circles of doom turned into golden spheres of light, and then to beams of light, and she flew far beyond the holes, far above the peaks of the mountains and far beyond earth, and she was free. Finally free from any clutches. Finally free for anyone or anything. She was free. 

The witch turned to dust and from the dust rose her very own mother. 

She told me, is this how to treat a goddess? I told her no. But that I didn’t care. She asked me, is this how you feed a goddess? And I said no. That I did what I felt like. So she left. She said, don’t eat that. I ate it. So she left me. Why she didn’t want me to eat it? Because it would weaken our bond. And it almost did. But then she took me home. And she showed me the truth. Reminded me on my truth. And here I am, remembering. And I am filled once again with her magic. Much happens, that I know this is real. That magic is real. 

The moon princess was lost. 

She prayed. Connected to her love and was reunited with her twin. Their bond is now grounded and golden. Diamond. And is forever strong. She will live for many years, her body ever green and glowing. They found their way back to each other, and they restored each other to their divinity. 

B211A

Long term volunteers

School sponser all of costs by volunteer 

No working on visa 

3 months to prepare 

The only way I viewed the outside world was through her eyes. Them at people were trying to hurt me, poison me, to take me away. I feel freedom, in my writing I feel freedom. Never did I ever know such freedom. There is no such as what’ve I was taught 

Everything exists until you give it a meaning. After that it’s your choice whether or not you allow for it to destroy you or make you, into your dreams. 

Always the awareness. 

I’m always the awareness. No matter what I am always conscious I myself. My actions. You are too that is why you are here.

Ask yourself. 

Is it because you’re outgrowing. Because you are advancing. Going further. 

Or is it. 

Because. You are always wanting more. 

Always much too curious. 

Always choosing imagination. 

You know where this will take you, Olimpia. This constant wanting. 

For you it will mean nothing. That you had everything and could’ve had everything more, but you ended up with nothing. For me, it will be wszystko jedno. But for you. It will mean death. Unless you learn. 

To love the present. 

Everything exists until you give it a meaning. After that it’s your choice whether or not you allow for it to destroy you or make you, into your dreams. 

Always the awareness. 

I’m always the awareness. No matter what I am always conscious I myself. My actions. You are too that is why you are here.

Ask yourself. 

Is it because you’re outgrowing. Because you are advancing. Going further. 

Or is it. 

Because. You are always wanting more. 

Always much too curious. 

Always choosing imagination. 

You know where this will take you, Olimpia. This constant wanting. 

For you it will mean nothing. That you had everything and could’ve had everything more, but you ended up with nothing. For me, it will be wszystko jedno. But for you. It will mean death. Unless you learn. 

To love the present. 

I choose you 

Little children. 

To shine your light. 

To be person less. 

To be light full. 

They will call you dull. 

Because you do not entertain them. 

Instead you calm their spirit. 

And that threatens their ego. 

Once their ego overbalanced their light, it is difficult to calm. The older they become, the more they fall. The deeper they fall. Into the lull of routine. Into the lull of illusion. Into the lull of furious peace. Ignorant bliss. It is you who awaken them, you touch them. If not now, they will awake, it will be in a thousand years, but they will. All go back to oneness. And there are levels to our being. Their are categories. And divisions. 

You must enjoy to live in the moment. To eat what is given to you. Otherwise it will be given to you. Time and time again. Until you accept it. And the ego will deny it. Because the ego believes thee is better. The ego that has a preference. An opinion. That does not harmonies with your spirit. The spirit who experiences all. And has no judgement. The child. The true you. You will learn to preserve your energy. You will learn that it doesn’t truly matter, for in everything you do you do so for the mirror. The reflection. It bounces back into you. That is the basic law of this universe. And am careful as to not use words that trigger. 

So I ask. 

Will you entertain, or awaken? 

For a very long time

You have been trying to weaken me. 

You finally did it. 

You have succeeded. 

But every success falls. 

Nothing is celebrated for ever. 

Nothing goes on forever. 

Your triumphs are counted. 

Limited. 

You cannot stop me. 

Not while I. 

You cannot poison me any longer. 

You cannot hurt me like this any longer. 

You cannot manipulate me, control me, make me your slave. 

I am free. 

I loosen your grip with love in my heart. 

I thank you for your lesson, the lessons you have taught me. 

Although. 

I shall not stand for any more of your trickeries. 

I shall not stand for any more mind games. 

I shall not stand for anymore illusions, stories, lazinesses. 

I shall not standby and watch you destroy my life any longer. 

I shall not live in fear of your illusions. 

Of your trickeries. 

I shall not destroy myself that you may take domain. 

I shall not wish away my time. 

I shall not wish away my breath. 

I shall not cut love. 

I shall not consume pain and fear and hurt. 

I shall not be weak. 

I curse you. And break the chains once and for all. You shall never, ever, EVER, take my life from me. You shall never take myself away from myself. Mirror or mirrors I don’t care. Game or reality, I don’t care. Illusion or not, I don’t care. I am here. I awaken every day. And I do so for a reason. You shall not confuse me with your frivolousness. I shall rise, time and time again. For I am infinite. Every time you knock me down I’ll be a thousand and twelve times mightier, a strength of ten thousand of your best men won’t match mine. Ever. You will never, ever, ever defeat me. Not in this life, not in the billions of lives after this one. Not in the trillions of moments to follow this one. You will never, ever succeed. Not in my downfall. For there is no downfall when there is no difference between heaven and hell. When there is no ground to fall onto. When there is no veil. You shall be banished. To the depths of the deepest nothing. Where true love, unconditional love, shall turn that cold heart of yours to heaven. To eternal bliss and satisfaction. But touch me you shall never. Tear me apart you shall never. Hurt me you shall never. Sabotage me you shall never. Bring peril and distress you shall never. You shall never get the better of me ever again. This title has been lost by you. I stand only. I release you for ever. I am free of you. 

You see now, Shaanti no Tori, why I was so cold with you. Why I was so hard on you. Why I didn’t let you rest. It was not because of what you have. Never about what you have. Those gifts of yours. It was about your ‘I’. I’ve seen how this world tears the I apart. And I saw how many tried to take your I. So many Shaanti and it terrified me. The seeds were sown, so many, I protected you as I could, but the seeds where sown, in the places where my embrace didn’t reach, where your aura was broken. 

I am the earth now. The mirror to the earth. I feel as though life is fleeting, for this is so true for the earth. She is fading. For it is my fault for not being strong enough. For giving in to the world, instead of protecting my earth. I was blinded. You showed me so. I am alright, and so shall be the earth. Once this storm has passed. All is well already. For in this moment, this one moment. I am well. 

Your twin. Your love. You know the truth. You have been trying your best to see him in others, and you have succeeded, but still, he is not here. Not right now. 

I was protecting you, Shaanti. Not because of your gifts like I said, you thought so. I loved you and love you. It’s your soul I was trying to protect. 

Let’s go home, Mama. 

Alright. 

My life moving forward

Writing one book

Living in the paradise with him

Humanitarian job

Belief: law of oneness 

Interests: animals and plants

Goal: family 

I put all my love into one area of the house, when I came to build the rest, I didn’t have enough live and resources left. 

There is

Amazythel the forgetful, accidentally walked right back into the life she used to have. Until she realized that she could create anything she liked, and so she wrote for herself, that she is a princess. Again. The princess of peaceful paradise. And so became. She watched the world around her morph and shape into the most wonderful paradise. Birds of peace, parrrots, blue birds, peacocks, love birds, canaries, doves, and chickens. Crows and vultures too, but they have their own little corner in the kingdom. 

A day in my life

I remember who I am, in what you conceive to be the past. When I am not this confused character, tormented by the illusion of mission and purpose, which is only a speckle of my true life and existence, I am far away, floating through space and experiencing a lot. 

So the other night I was in Egypt, my home, where my mother waited for me. She was very beautiful, her hair was silky and she wore a beautifully radiant being, she is not human, she is of a much higher realm. She is very smart and she game me my intelligence. 

If you don’t have 

People. Who do you have ? 

If you don’t have family, what do you have? 

If you don’t have love, what do you have? 

Afraid to give, and to show emotion and to love, why? Because you always have to say goodbye. I didn’t know that people are good before this place

Everything exists until you give it a meaning. After that it’s your choice whether or not you allow for it to destroy you or make you, into your dreams. 

Always the awareness. 

I’m always the awareness. No matter what I am always conscious I myself. My actions. You are too that is why you are here.

Ask yourself. 

Is it because you’re outgrowing. Because you are advancing. Going further. 

Or is it. 

Because. You are always wanting more. 

Always much too curious. 

Always choosing imagination. 

You know where this will take you, Olimpia. This constant wanting. 

For you it will mean nothing. That you had everything and could’ve had everything more, but you ended up with nothing. For me, it will be wszystko jedno. But for you. It will mean death. Unless you learn. 

To love the present

For a very long time

You have been trying to weaken me. 

You finally did it. 

You have succeeded. 

But every success falls. 

Nothing is celebrated for ever. 

Nothing goes on forever. 

Your triumphs are counted. 

Limited. 

You cannot stop me. 

Not while I. 

You cannot poison me any longer. 

You cannot hurt me like this any longer. 

You cannot manipulate me, control me, make me your slave. 

I am free. 

I loosen your grip with love in my heart. 

I thank you for your lesson, the lessons you have taught me. 

Although. 

I shall not stand for any more of your trickeries. 

I shall not stand for any more mind games. 

I shall not stand for anymore illusions, stories, lazinesses. 

I shall not standby and watch you destroy my life any longer. 

I shall not live in fear of your illusions. 

Of your trickeries. 

I shall not destroy myself that you may take domain. 

I shall not wish away my time. 

I shall not wish away my breath. 

I shall not cut love. 

I shall not consume pain and fear and hurt. 

I shall not be weak. 

I curse you. And break the chains once and for all. You shall never, ever, EVER, take my life from me. You shall never take myself away from myself. Mirror or mirrors I don’t care. Game or reality, I don’t care. Illusion or not, I don’t care. I am here. I awaken every day. And I do so for a reason. You shall not confuse me with your frivolousness. I shall rise, time and time again. For I am infinite. Every time you knock me down I’ll be a thousand and twelve times mightier, a strength of ten thousand of your best men won’t match mine. Ever. You will never, ever, ever defeat me. Not in this life, not in the billions of lives after this one. Not in the trillions of moments to follow this one. You will never, ever succeed. Not in my downfall. For there is no downfall when there is no difference between heaven and hell. When there is no ground to fall onto. When there is no veil. You shall be banished. To the depths of the deepest nothing. Where true love, unconditional love, shall turn that cold heart of yours to heaven. To eternal bliss and satisfaction. But touch me you shall never. Tear me apart you shall never. Hurt me you shall never. Sabotage me you shall never. Bring peril and distress you shall never. You shall never get the better of me ever again. This title has been lost by you. I stand only. I release you for ever. I am free of you. 

You see now, Shaanti no Tori, why I was so cold with you. Why I was so hard on you. Why I didn’t let you rest. It was not because of what you have. Never about what you have. Those gifts of yours. It was about your ‘I’. I’ve seen how this world tears the I apart. And I saw how many tried to take your I. So many Shaanti and it terrified me. The seeds were sown, so many, I protected you as I could, but the seeds where sown, in the places where my embrace didn’t reach, where your aura was broken. 

I am the earth now. The mirror to the earth. I feel as though life is fleeting, for this is so true for the earth. She is fading. For it is my fault for not being strong enough. For giving in to the world, instead of protecting my earth. I was blinded. You showed me so. I am alright, and so shall be the earth. Once this storm has passed. All is well already. For in this moment, this one moment. I am well. 

Your twin. Your love. You know the truth. You have been trying your best to see him in others, and you have succeeded, but still, he is not here. Not right now. 

I was protecting you, Shaanti. Not because of your gifts like I said, you thought so. I loved you and love you. It’s your soul I was trying to protect. 

Let’s go home, Mama. 

Alright. 

My life moving forward

Writing one book

Living in the paradise with him

Humanitarian job

Belief: law of oneness 

Interests: animals and plants

Goal: family 

I put all my love into one area of the house, when I came to build the rest, I didn’t have enough live and resources left. 

There is

Amazythel the forgetful, accidentally walked right back into the life she used to have. Until she realized that she could create anything she liked, and so she wrote for herself, that she is a princess. Again. The princess of peaceful paradise. And so became. She watched the world around her morph and shape into the most wonderful paradise. Birds of peace, parrrots, blue birds, peacocks, love birds, canaries, doves, and chickens. Crows and vultures too, but they have their own little corner in the kingdom. 

A day in my life

I remember who I am, in what you conceive to be the past. When I am not this confused character, tormented by the illusion of mission and purpose, which is only a speckle of my true life and existence, I am far away, floating through space and experiencing a lot. 

So the other night I was in Egypt, my home, where my mother waited for me. She was very beautiful, her hair was silky and she wore a beautifully radiant being, she is not human, she is of a much higher realm. She is very smart and she game me my intelligence. 

If you don’t have 

People. Who do you have ? 

If you don’t have family, what do you have? 

If you don’t have love, what do you have? 

Afraid to give, and to show emotion and to love, why? Because you always have to say goodbye. I didn’t know that people are good before this place

I put all my love into one area of the house, when I came to build the rest, I didn’t have enough live and resources left. 

There is

Amazythel the forgetful, accidentally walked right back into the life she used to have. Until she realized that she could create anything she liked, and so she wrote for herself, that she is a princess. Again. The princess of peaceful paradise. And so became. She watched the world around her morph and shape into the most wonderful paradise. Birds of peace, parrrots, blue birds, peacocks, love birds, canaries, doves, and chickens. Crows and vultures too, but they have their own little corner in the kingdom. 

A day in my life

I remember who I am, in what you conceive to be the past. When I am not this confused character, tormented by the illusion of mission and purpose, which is only a speckle of my true life and existence, I am far away, floating through space and experiencing a lot. 

So the other night I was in Egypt, my home, where my mother waited for me. She was very beautiful, her hair was silky and she wore a beautifully radiant being, she is not human, she is of a much higher realm. She is very smart and she game me my intelligence. 

If you don’t have 

People. Who do you have ? 

If you don’t have family, what do you have? 

If you don’t have love, what do you have? 

Afraid to give, and to show emotion and to love, why? Because you always have to say goodbye. I didn’t know that people are good before this place

There is

Amazythel the forgetful, accidentally walked right back into the life she used to have. Until she realized that she could create anything she liked, and so she wrote for herself, that she is a princess. Again. The princess of peaceful paradise. And so became. She watched the world around her morph and shape into the most wonderful paradise. Birds of peace, parrrots, blue birds, peacocks, love birds, canaries, doves, and chickens. Crows and vultures too, but they have their own little corner in the kingdom. 

A day in my life

I remember who I am, in what you conceive to be the past. When I am not this confused character, tormented by the illusion of mission and purpose, which is only a speckle of my true life and existence, I am far away, floating through space and experiencing a lot. 

So the other night I was in Egypt, my home, where my mother waited for me. She was very beautiful, her hair was silky and she wore a beautifully radiant being, she is not human, she is of a much higher realm. She is very smart and she game me my intelligence. 

If you don’t have 

People. Who do you have ? 

If you don’t have family, what do you have? 

If you don’t have love, what do you have? 

Afraid to give, and to show emotion and to love, why? Because you always have to say goodbye. I didn’t know that people are good before this place

There is

Amazythel the forgetful, accidentally walked right back into the life she used to have. Until she realized that she could create anything she liked, and so she wrote for herself, that she is a princess. Again. The princess of peaceful paradise. And so became. She watched the world around her morph and shape into the most wonderful paradise. Birds of peace, parrrots, blue birds, peacocks, love birds, canaries, doves, and chickens. Crows and vultures too, but they have their own little corner in the kingdom. 

A day in my life

I remember who I am, in what you conceive to be the past. When I am not this confused character, tormented by the illusion of mission and purpose, which is only a speckle of my true life and existence, I am far away, floating through space and experiencing a lot. 

So the other night I was in Egypt, my home, where my mother waited for me. She was very beautiful, her hair was silky and she wore a beautifully radiant being, she is not human, she is of a much higher realm. She is very smart and she game me my intelligence. 

If you don’t have 

People. Who do you have ? 

If you don’t have family, what do you have? 

If you don’t have love, what do you have? 

Afraid to give, and to show emotion and to love, why? Because you always have to say goodbye. I didn’t know that people are good before this place

A day in my life

I remember who I am, in what you conceive to be the past. When I am not this confused character, tormented by the illusion of mission and purpose, which is only a speckle of my true life and existence, I am far away, floating through space and experiencing a lot. 

So the other night I was in Egypt, my home, where my mother waited for me. She was very beautiful, her hair was silky and she wore a beautifully radiant being, she is not human, she is of a much higher realm. She is very smart and she game me my intelligence. 

If you don’t have 

People. Who do you have ? 

If you don’t have family, what do you have? 

If you don’t have love, what do you have? 

Afraid to give, and to show emotion and to love, why? Because you always have to say goodbye. I didn’t know that people are good before this place. 

That is all I ever did

And it’s because I was all I ever did that I was so successful. I write from god. I am a channel for god and I know. 

University 

Unless you’re 127% sure you want to go to university, don’t go. Take a gap year. See what else life generates for you. 

Whatever money you receive, guard it like a golden warrior in a savings account, cash it out and travel. 

Invest in passive income, then skills, then activities, then extra expenses. 

Observe life and build strong moral principles. 

Invest in long term goals and always include spiritual practice into your days. 

Priorities god and your spirituality above all else. 

Modelling

Ok, focus on building your Instagram instead. Reach out to companies and other models, follow modelling  agencies and contact models from those agencies, post reels with rising popularity sounds, but for now make your biggest focus refining and building your skills. You don’t need to be working yet, remember that modelling is still a job and it will mean that you have to grow up faster and mature. Stay humble, enjoy school, enjoy your friends, prioritize networking and building a strong skill set, practice having strict routines and don’t experiment too much with diets, get to know your mind, get to know your body, write down your morals and principles, visualize daily your career, and go with the flow. The Universe gotcha back, when the day comes a modelling agency will reach out for you themselves! Keep yourself up to date and do something worth telling a story about once you’re up there. 

If you really really want to, keep applying to the agencies, but keep in mind that you could be learning or expanding instead

Also, get into the habit of asking yourself what you want to do, consider outside opinions, but keep in mind that someday down the line it will be you ultimately who decides 

Trust me, when the time comes, it will fall into place. If you were a full time model now you would have a lot less freedom in certain ways, and you would be skipping an entire period of your life, school won’t be the same experience when you’re famous! 

Enjoy the moment you’re in so that when you are a world famous jd model you will have peace of mind that you enjoyed every second of the present moment, and when the job gets a bit boring to you you will be able to think about your memories of what you would’ve missed

Also, it’s important to go into the industry with a humble and kind heart, because it’s a lot of pressure, and lots of people will want your attention. Build yourself up, stay grounded and humble, and prepare for when the opportunity comes

The curse of the wicked witch

Amazythel breaks the curse of the wicked witch. In order to do thud she write against the own will, perceived, and ate an enchanted food that released all blockages, and finally turned her life into a dream. A dream with no contracts, no curses, freedom. Only. Where she decides what goes, where the cup overflows, where she sees herself in her true golden form. Where no witches tell her yes or no. Where it is only she and the golden prince. Where magic flows all around. 

You humans need others. You need interaction, you need friends. But you must know who you are. You must know where you’ve been, where you’re headed. And before you move forward in life, you need to release your karma, release it in the name of god and your ancestors. 

Amazythel says “ I release in the name of Jesus and god the curse which binds me to the torturous mind, that takes me away from happiness. I condemn it in Jesus name amen 

Amazythel 

I am empress. Of the greatest empire. I married for love and got the greatest gift in return. 

Reflection

This is all point less and I want to go home. 

I am beautiful. 

 I got rid of the stuff and moved to Bali. 

On the 14th I go home, 16th I go to Bali- for free. 

We’re teaching you a lesson because you didn’t want to work on your roots chakra

Any job: actress. I am the star of musical theatre. 

I want to give but I’m not sure how 

And to show love. It should feel natural. Like the water flow. Don’t feel like you need to. Feel like you’re flowing with it. Let it be pure intention. Like the cakes for maja. You can wait for a special occasion. Just relax and flow with it. Let me take care of it all. I love you. I see you. I feel you. 

There was once a girl

Who was cursed. 

By the most evil and jealous witch. 

Who was once beautiful, 

But was now horrendous. 

The girl was magical. 

Born of a flower. 

With many gifts, talents, and miracles. 

But her mind was tainted. 

With the seedling of a the witch’s Tutnakeiri, 

Which fed poison into her marvelous mind, 

Tainted her beautiful golden gifts,

And distressed her heart. 

Took her from her loved ones, 

Took her from her magic 

And 

Dimmed her light. 

Dimmed it so low that she failed to read

The lines on her own hands 

Failed to know,

The gift of her trueness. 

And filled her lands with darkness, mountains and mountains appeared on her path, and circles of doom captured her, that even if she wanted to climb those mountains, she couldn’t, for the circles of doom kept her right where she was in fact made her go deeper and deeper into the ground, till there was nothing but darkness. Till there was nothing but the empty hole where her lost memories were to be. 

She wailed and wallowed internally, but allowed not for the witch to her her cries, for it would only cause more joy to her, to see the girl in such distress. 

But when the girl noticed, the faint golden threads, that swirled within the circles of doom, it lit up a little spark in her heart, a spark once so lost, to dim and dull, that she forgot she even had it. For that is how this cruel witch worked. She placed veils of darkness over her gifts, then filled her mind with other things, made her walk along a different path, until she was so far away, that she couldn’t find her way home. 

But the girl pulled on the golden string, and the black circles of doom turned into golden spheres of light, and then to beams of light, and she flew far beyond the holes, far above the peaks of the mountains and far beyond earth, and she was free. Finally free from any clutches. Finally free for anyone or anything. She was free. 

The witch turned to dust and from the dust rose her very own mother. 

She told me, is this how to treat a goddess? I told her no. But that I didn’t care. She asked me, is this how you feed a goddess? And I said no. That I did what I felt like. So she left. She said, don’t eat that. I ate it. So she left me. Why she didn’t want me to eat it? Because it would weaken our bond. And it almost did. But then she took me home. And she showed me the truth. Reminded me on my truth. And here I am, remembering. And I am filled once again with her magic. Much happens, that I know this is real. That magic is real. 

The moon princess was lost. 

She prayed. Connected to her love and was reunited with her twin. Their bond is now grounded and golden. Diamond. And is forever strong. She will live for many years, her body ever green and glowing. They found their way back to each other, and they restored each other to their divinity. 

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The only way I viewed the outside world was through her eyes. Them at people were trying to hurt me, poison me, to take me away. I feel freedom, in my writing I feel freedom. Never did I ever know such freedom. There is no such as what’ve I was taught 

I want to give but I’m not sure how 

And to show love. It should feel natural. Like the water flow. Don’t feel like you need to. Feel like you’re flowing with it. Let it be pure intention. Like the cakes for maja. You can wait for a special occasion. Just relax and flow with it. Let me take care of it all. I love you. I see you. I feel you. 

There was once a girl

Who was cursed. 

By the most evil and jealous witch. 

Who was once beautiful, 

But was now horrendous. 

The girl was magical. 

Born of a flower. 

With many gifts, talents, and miracles. 

But her mind was tainted. 

With the seedling of a the witch’s Tutnakeiri, 

Which fed poison into her marvelous mind, 

Tainted her beautiful golden gifts,

And distressed her heart. 

Took her from her loved ones, 

Took her from her magic 

And 

Dimmed her light. 

Dimmed it so low that she failed to read

The lines on her own hands 

Failed to know,

The gift of her trueness. 

And filled her lands with darkness, mountains and mountains appeared on her path, and circles of doom captured her, that even if she wanted to climb those mountains, she couldn’t, for the circles of doom kept her right where she was in fact made her go deeper and deeper into the ground, till there was nothing but darkness. Till there was nothing but the empty hole where her lost memories were to be. 

She wailed and wallowed internally, but allowed not for the witch to her her cries, for it would only cause more joy to her, to see the girl in such distress. 

But when the girl noticed, the faint golden threads, that swirled within the circles of doom, it lit up a little spark in her heart, a spark once so lost, to dim and dull, that she forgot she even had it. For that is how this cruel witch worked. She placed veils of darkness over her gifts, then filled her mind with other things, made her walk along a different path, until she was so far away, that she couldn’t find her way home. 

But the girl pulled on the golden string, and the black circles of doom turned into golden spheres of light, and then to beams of light, and she flew far beyond the holes, far above the peaks of the mountains and far beyond earth, and she was free. Finally free from any clutches. Finally free for anyone or anything. She was free. 

The witch turned to dust and from the dust rose her very own mother. 

She told me, is this how to treat a goddess? I told her no. But that I didn’t care. She asked me, is this how you feed a goddess? And I said no. That I did what I felt like. So she left. She said, don’t eat that. I ate it. So she left me. Why she didn’t want me to eat it? Because it would weaken our bond. And it almost did. But then she took me home. And she showed me the truth. Reminded me on my truth. And here I am, remembering. And I am filled once again with her magic. Much happens, that I know this is real. That magic is real. 

The moon princess was lost. 

She prayed. Connected to her love and was reunited with her twin. Their bond is now grounded and golden. Diamond. And is forever strong. She will live for many years, her body ever green and glowing. They found their way back to each other, and they restored each other to their divinity. 

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The only way I viewed the outside world was through her eyes. Them at people were trying to hurt me, poison me, to take me away. I feel freedom, in my writing I feel freedom. Never did I ever know such freedom. There is no such as what’ve I was taught 

Eiyaowyeirerie maewa maewazolaunipurtewmakiri natirejne sowaiune liesilowe ataunu pageparulti congogkaula Lauro laumetela naroulwiseiyaowe tomiri tirerie naruilwe seiyaowesiriri tireeire maeya amewa 

There is a generational curse

Was. 

Tied to health. 

I saw a girl. 

If you are not careful the girl will be motherless. 

Sugar. 

And bread. 

Cut them out and you will have eternal health, eternal life

All of this confusion

Your pineal gland is decalcifying. That’s why. Hold on tight just a few moments more it’s oki love darling. 

La hija regresa a casa

Oh. 

Mom says, in her brain when she sees her daughter who looks a bit different to how she looked before. 

Big hug!!!! 

Mama says, hugging her baby girl. 

Mama suggests fun things to do together. 

Sees baby eating, let’s eat together! Sees baby is sad, let’s be sad together! 

And hey here’s the song I know you always loved! Let’s dance baby you look beautiful!

Sees baby look at her old photos, 

Hey let’s make some new photos and memories, who can jumó the highest? Who can stand on their head? 

Sees baby cut her hair,

Oh how beautiful you look my sugar, let me braid it for you. 

Let’s put on some mascara too love. 

I wonder why, what changed? I wonder why she is how she is right now. I wonder why she didn’t want to come home. I wonder why she is so confused, maybe there is something her soul is calling her to do but she is a little afraid, or a little apprehensive? Ohh I see she loves water. 

Oh I get it, even though she we was earning so much and in such a wonderful place she came back, she’s trying to find her truth. She already knows herself clearly enough, to know that the place she was in wasn’t her final destination. Hey isn’t it wonderful that she is so I afraid of change and of ending, isn’t it wonderful that she is so chaotic, it’s interesting, something different. She’s my daughter I’m so proud of her. 

Hey I remember I had the same problem when I was younger, maybe it’s the same thing going on in her life? Perhaps if I try to be there for her instead of screaming at her it will be healing for us both. 

Hey, I think instead of being so worried about she looks, I should ask about how she feels, and listen to her, instead of trying to get her to be the way she used to be. Hey I wonder what she thinks about, since I’ve noticed that she spends a lot of time away from me and us, and loves to think, so maybe when she trusts me so much that she’ll tell me what’s going on in her mind, especially as she trusted me so much to tell me the vision she just had about my grandma. Maybe instead of telling her to turn her phone off, I could ask her about how she feels that she has friends who message her, as I know she has struggled with friendships in the past. Maybe instead of screaming at her, that she is spending too much time on her, I should ask her what new things she has discovered. And if she wouldn’t like to share with me, maybe I could find something that could interest her. 

Oh I’m so happy you found someone to love! I know you haven’t experienced that before I’m so glad for you my love my dear! I wish you all the best for your new and budding love, that he treats you well and grants your heart joy and peace and love and goodness. I’m so happy you found someone from the same country as your father and ancestors, it means you’ll be able to connect and understand your roots and heritage. Maybe you’ll be able to learn the language! Wouldn’t it be wonderful! I would love to learn it from you if you do! I love you dear and I’m so glad that you’re giving love a chance and finding your true happiness my dear, and that you find music that soothes your spirit my lovely. I’m so proud that you are constantly evolving, and discovering new parts of your self. I’m so proud of you my love my rose and my blossom! Keep loving, keep lighting and keep striving. Love you mama. 

What extra toy do you want

My house in Seychelles where I can raise a healthy family have fruits and vegetables and be with my golden boy who has boo fish brown hair and plays piano and guitar and songs with me, where I can become a real human and supernatural powers unlock. And where there is vast space, with turtles and monkeys and elephants. Away from people only out little family. And a boat. 

La hija regresa a casa

Oh. 

Mom says, in her brain when she sees her daughter who looks a bit different to how she looked before. 

Big hug!!!! 

Mama says, hugging her baby girl. 

Mama suggests fun things to do together. 

Sees baby eating, let’s eat together! Sees baby is sad, let’s be sad together! 

And hey here’s the song I know you always loved! Let’s dance baby you look beautiful!

Sees baby look at her old photos, 

Hey let’s make some new photos and memories, who can jumó the highest? Who can stand on their head? 

Sees baby cut her hair,

Oh how beautiful you look my sugar, let me braid it for you. 

Let’s put on some mascara too love. 

I wonder why, what changed? I wonder why she is how she is right now. I wonder why she didn’t want to come home. I wonder why she is so confused, maybe there is something her soul is calling her to do but she is a little afraid, or a little apprehensive? Ohh I see she loves water. 

Oh I get it, even though she we was earning so much and in such a wonderful place she came back, she’s trying to find her truth. She already knows herself clearly enough, to know that the place she was in wasn’t her final destination. Hey isn’t it wonderful that she is so I afraid of change and of ending, isn’t it wonderful that she is so chaotic, it’s interesting, something different. She’s my daughter I’m so proud of her. 

Hey I remember I had the same problem when I was younger, maybe it’s the same thing going on in her life? Perhaps if I try to be there for her instead of screaming at her it will be healing for us both. 

Hey, I think instead of being so worried about she looks, I should ask about how she feels, and listen to her, instead of trying to get her to be the way she used to be. Hey I wonder what she thinks about, since I’ve noticed that she spends a lot of time away from me and us, and loves to think, so maybe when she trusts me so much that she’ll tell me what’s going on in her mind, especially as she trusted me so much to tell me the vision she just had about my grandma. Maybe instead of telling her to turn her phone off, I could ask her about how she feels that she has friends who message her, as I know she has struggled with friendships in the past. Maybe instead of screaming at her, that she is spending too much time on her, I should ask her what new things she has discovered. And if she wouldn’t like to share with me, maybe I could find something that could interest her. 

Oh I’m so happy you found someone to love! I know you haven’t experienced that before I’m so glad for you my love my dear! I wish you all the best for your new and budding love, that he treats you well and grants your heart joy and peace and love and goodness. I’m so happy you found someone from the same country as your father and ancestors, it means you’ll be able to connect and understand your roots and heritage. Maybe you’ll be able to learn the language! Wouldn’t it be wonderful! I would love to learn it from you if you do! I love you dear and I’m so glad that you’re giving love a chance and finding your true happiness my dear, and that you find music that soothes your spirit my lovely. I’m so proud that you are constantly evolving, and discovering new parts of your self. I’m so proud of you my love my rose and my blossom! Keep loving, keep lighting and keep striving. Love you mama. 

What extra toy do you want

My house in Seychelles where I can raise a healthy family have fruits and vegetables and be with my golden boy who has boo fish brown hair and plays piano and guitar and songs with me, where I can become a real human and supernatural powers unlock. And where there is vast space, with turtles and monkeys and elephants. Away from people only out little family. And a boat. 

Amazythel’s Escape plan

Find the little cottage stay

Exchange things for coins

Upload Magic 5 Enchanted tales to Essence Stick

Exchange large portal for mini portal

Put off universe school

Pack a rucksack with simple clothes changes, a single notebook and a single small portal

My Place : Tulum, Mexico. 

Amazythel buena the old book

The book in which she wrote her pains. That book is now gone. Not lost. Gone. Her past. Is gone. 

It was a bright sunrise, where she wakes up in the breath of dawn, and the angels sing to her. She allows to sink in, and as the golden light touches her face she feels so free and subtle. 

Now I understand why I was trying to kill her. Why I was having visions of them leaving. It’s because my spirit wanted me to stay well away. For they are destructive. The oppressors of peace. That’s why I no longer pain pictures of anyone in any head. 

I would get angry because i couldn’t hear your voice. That’s why. 

Bite the hand that feeds you. 

You mock him who brings you cheese and yet it’s his cheese you place on your bread. Then you mock his name even as you eat the cheese, but enjoy the cheese, even though it was touched by the hands of the one you mock. 

Mastering the art of forgiving and forgetting. It’s not just about relationships. Forgiving and forgetting your past self. And being renewed in every breath you breath. Not attaching to past beliefs or thought patterns. 

The princess Archetype

And staying consistent to it. 

After finding your chosen archetype. You realize you never needed one in the first place, because you’re perfect as you are. 

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She picks her downfall

What I need more of is this holiness. That’s what y’all are trying to fulfil. Ain’t enough around. 

Florita and the Silver Moon Forest

Buenas Noches Edition

Amazythel sits in silence, her three little princesses by her side, warm and toasty in their big little magical ordinary room, gentle moonlight twinkling through the golden window panes, a pretty little sparkle into their eyes casting, and tickling ever so subtly their hair and faces. 

The little girls watch in awe, as Amazythel’s brings out The Book. The Akashmic Da’rina Tales, as she so funnily calls it. 

The Da’arina Tales glitter in the soft light, jewels glittering like a thousand stars, as Amazythel lifts the cover open, and they are transported into the world of the Silver moon forest. 

Chapter One

Florita and the SilverMoon Forest

There was once a little girl, named Florita. Florita was a brave and kind little girl, as virtuous and gold as a child could be. But she was much more than this. You see, it seemed as if Florita was the most joyful, excited and magical little one, she who they called “Florita Pequeñita la Bailarinita”, she who danced, laughed and smiled everywhere she went, she who gave more than she had, and she who saw the beauty in all things, she who helped, and loved and showed kindness. She had a lot of pain. Not even she was capable of comprehend the amount of pain she truly had. She saw glimpses of it, sometimes, the shadows of the magnificent protector tree in her room, would turn to strange figures, but they were quickly batted away, as if by a golden hand. 

She would hear people laughing when she danced, but she wasn’t sure if they were laughing at her or at something entirely different. She would see people whispering but she wasn’t sure if they were whispering about her or not. So she kept on dancing, dancing through life, so let’s see where this dance should take her! 

One day, as Florita a walked her usual path to visit her friend the Florist, who taught her to use her hand to present what she saw in her dreams into sheets of bamboo film, she was stopped. By a little new friend, who was desperate to get home. He was a little moody, a little bit furious, but in his eyes Florita could see a strange type of feeling, a feeling she was familiar with but numb to, pain, perhaps. So she helped him, not because of this -pain- character, but because she loved him already, after all, she had seen him in her dream. And she told him so, he did not reply. 

They waded through the forest, looking under rocks and lifting branches, asking parrots and crocodiles for directions, climbing up trees, listening to flower’s whispers, and still they couldn’t find friend’s home. Who’s name was Veveren, as I have not yet introduced. 

Veveren was a little more furious, but not quite, because, it seemed, that Florita had invisible purply-white wings that wrapped around him, and made him feel the safest he had ever felt. It were as if she sang to him quietly. 

And so he was calm, until they neared the sound of a distant party, a celebration. 

It’s the butterflies! Veveren cried. 

They’re having a party without me! 

Completely and utterly distraught, Veveren crumbled onto Florita’s shoulder, but Florita comforted him, and encouraged him to go to the butterfly party. 

They waded through the leaves and branches, and emerged in the ancient ring, where every butterfly of every colour and kind danced and sang, to the twinkling bells of flowers glowing. 

Florita saw the excitement in Veveren’s eyes, and off he went dancing with the butterflies, who complemented the wings he thought they didn’t like him for. They danced and danced until the ancient ring faded into a purple starry sky, until they opened their eyes suddenly and they were dancing in a giant moon flower! And Veveren was no where to be found! But Florita knew he was there, she had fallen off the petals in his dancing frenzy, and was now climbing up the flower, but he looked different. 

His little form was now white and fuzzy, and a beautiful tail of purple and blue swayed when he walked. Florita told him this, to which he replied. 

What do you mean? I’ve always looked like this. 

Just then, a flurry of bright colors swirled around them, and turned into a group of tall little people, also with purple and blue feathers. The one with the most feathers, and hair long and silky, rushed forward and embraced Florita, tears of starlight flooding from her squeezed shut eyes, she kissed Florita’s head over and over again, pulling her in so close that surely they became one person. 

The lady, the Princess Huitipeka’a, as she told Florita, has been awaiting her for a very, very long time. And now she was finally here. Huitipeka’a placed a beautiful amulet into Florita’s hand, which glowed and casted golden purple rays in all directions, and Florita glowed a magnificent glow, her eyes became bright and her hair grew long and beautiful, and her skin became shimmery and beautiful purple sparkles glistened all over her, and swirls of purple whisps from the heavens themselves descended around her, and the moon glowed around her head, and the goddess of the moon herself came down to kiss her forehead, to bless her stomach and to heal her, with shimmering healing sacred eternal water, which she poured over her head, and the water cleaned her, and made her feel the most at peace she had ever felt. And she stood so, for a long while, in such a glorious, white shimmering glowing state, the gentle distant twinkle of starlight, the whispers of the new earth, the crystal like glow of the goddess. This is the only moment and she truly felt this. She truly felt exactly where it was that she was, and she was home. She was in paradise finally in paradise, a moment so perfect, a moment so soon and magical, and she knew, that from now on until forever, all would be well, and all would be perfect, and she was home. Finally home, and her family awaits. She remembered now. She knew where they were going to. 

After you’re touched, Amazythel began, nothing will ever satisfy you. Your habits stop, your cravings stop, indulgences, wants, needs, all come to an end. Once you feel, once you taste the truth, nothing is the same. And so you drift. And you wonder what’s next. And the only thing you find comfort in, is the breath that gives you life. The spirit. Of life. 

The path has been long carved out for you. This golden path. You’ve been walking it all along. 

And that’s it. 

That’s as simple as it is. 

It’s not you who is hungry. 

wish my hair still looked like this. Oh well, guess it’s time to evolve beyond perfection. I’m talking Nu, Enki, Ra. 

Officially I’ve finished the third phase of my Divine Creator Journey Program, Celestially guided Always. 

In this phase, I worked with archetypes, working different energy, at different frequency, in real world situations. I must admit, at some times it got way beyond my control and I had to allow my placebo of spirit guides to step in, and slowly I’ve regained control over my own two feet and all. 

Most important lesson? Alchemize with the constant energy that you embody, not with energy that feels foreign to you. That is a spell. Using emotion, like love, gratitude, joy, that is always fleeting. The most effective tool to attract what you truly want and need for your soul evolution is to use neutrality. To establish yourself as creator, observer, and chooser. The one who creates the choice, the one who offers the choice, and the one you chooses the choice, the one who creates the chain of events following the choice. Slowly and surely learning to micromanage in a healthy way the life and frequency around you. Fine tuning your life to utter divine perfection, and shaping the sketch to flesh and stone. Becoming the One. The One you have been awaiting. 

Only few people this will be reached by, so if this has reached you, #askmehowididitselene 

Em hotep, know thyself, as above so below. 

Ask Me about the emerald tablet. 

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You know what you are meant to do. What you are meant for. You can entertain the distractions all you want, we both know you’ll eventually bore of them. And when you do, there will be nothing no other option that to finally give in to what has been eating at you for so long. And finally get those moments of greatness. Finally do what you have been destined for. What you were always meant to be in the first place. 

There is no one way ‘ to be spiritual’. If there was, it was shaped by pride and ego. Everything is spirit. Everything is. It’s all one entity moving and interacting with itself. That’s why all is family. One love one family. Why there is no divide. Even those you feel were sent to hurt you, we’re still sent by the same thing that created you. You. They are intermediate pushes for excelled areas human awakening so we can all start living out our dreams. 

You’ll find that triggers are holograms. Dramatic at times yes, but they are examples, warnings. ‘If I don’t know which way to go, I know at least where I definitely not want to find myself.’

The childlike eyes don’t see much difference, everything is fun for them, even falling from a tree or something dramatic like that. It’s all experience. It’s all oneness. So when you feel you must ‘defeat an enemy’ the enemy was never truly there. You generated the trigger, you created the experience, and you decided to take on the challenge you set for yourself. 

You are the universe experiencing your ‘Self’. 

I frequently put ‘Self’ as such, so you realize that you, the awareness, is navigating so that you, your Self, can learn. 

You leaves clue for your Self, so that the Self can learn grow and rise up to You, you who have known all, along. 

The Self will have different egos and faces, challenges in its Box, the box of experience, because it’s a newbie. It wants to learn everything but to learn everything it must accept that it knows nothing, and it must allow all its micro selves to understand that as well. 

The universe isn’t a great being. Even when you flirt with it to get your self it’s micro desires you flirt with yourself. 

And it’s ok to regret your choices. We all do it. It’s better to make a mistake and regret it and reflect on it because it brings you back to the self that wasn’t as wise as the self that has already the experience under the belt, and knows the worst outcome of that particular choice. Yes we all sometimes have longer reflection times than others but we are all working together to awaken the greater consciousness. The Child. The trinity of the mother the father and the child. The two selves reflecting to create the child. The outcome. The purest and most expressive form. The one who can bang and explode and collide and create crazy miraculous things. We are living in the imagination of that child. Some of us wake up to that, we are the children of that child. We learned and we studied that child. We saw our own reflection and broke away from the child’s mound. We evolved in our own. Generating our own world within world within world. All to awaken outselves to the fact that we and the greater we generate this experience over and over again. 

The choice to have a child is the choice of a lifetime. And once you have made that choice you will keep returning back home to that initial crossroads until you have consciously seen all there was to see from that perspective and time. You only realize once you had once you didn’t have it anymore once you have observed and admired what you had after the crashed, and had something to compare it to. But by the time you have observed and compared it will be time for a new opportunity and new growth. 

Of course, my Self is very very annoying with this. I give her everything because I know she is eager to learn. But she is so eager that she just stops and falls and gets grumpy because it’s seemingly still not enough. Because she just wants to know me. And now as I write this I realize that I am the one I have been waiting for this entire time. That I glow now. And this is the completion I have been awaiting. 

Doesn’t matter how many roles I take on. I’ll still be here. I’ll still be me. And I’ll still be Golden. 

I’ll realize quickly, that it was never about all of that art. Or that writing. Or that creation. Surely it was beautiful. But it’s about me. That’s all. The sunshine and good times that I am. 

I knew all along that I was going to be ok. And that the university was based on my own perception. And my perception was constantly changing. And I kept seeing from different povs. We will see what is next. My plan is to build up a little business so that I can easily find anything I like. 

I wasn’t being dramatic. It genuinely was very overwhelming to see so much manifest at once. And to see so clearly how magnetic my aura really is. I just had to learn to turn it off and on. Sometimes I am invisible, and sometimes I am the brightest. 

[dalishunter]

h e l l o so i’ve updated arasulahn’s biography (will be updating the blog & the google doc momentarily) bc after doing some thinking and learning i just felt like. iffy? idk. it’s nothing major, but below the cut is a jot note version of her bio reference! you defs don’t need to read it but it’d be much appreciated.

a fair warning, arasulahn’s backstory is somewhat canon-divergent, especially in relation to her clan. there’s use of blood magic that i’ve been going back and forth with and ultimately decided to keep with some modifications (i like that it sort plays with arasulahn’s vulnerabilities). if it’s too out there and unbelievable pls lmk lmao i love playing with/stretching the lore here and there but if it’s outwardly breaking some pretty key canon i’d wanna change it up.

anyhow! changes/biography notes below the cut. :’>

arasulahn was born a city elf in tantervale but found and taken in by clan lavellan (originally i had written her born in denerim, completely forgot that lavellan mostly roam the free marches as if i haven’t played the game a billion times)

she became separated from the clan shortly after manifesting her magic, following a raid where bandits chased her far off into the wilderness

when her clan did not find her, she (much later) assumes they simply did not look, and that they had meant to send her away anyhow; she becomes bitter toward the clan and her magic

some perilous months later, she is captured by traffickers and punished when she fruitlessly attempts to escape

clan alifalon eventually comes to rescue and liberate the captured elves; with time the keeper grows close to arasulahn and adopts her

now a part of clan alifalon, arasulahn struggled in allowing herself to be open with the other clanspeople, and instead took to spending time with herself and with animals. she befriends a magpie by giving it gifts. 

the keeper fails in persuading arasulahn to explore her magic and to mingle with her newfound family. over time, he is sympathetic and introduces her to the use of blood magic which allows her to use her closeness to gain control over the mind of her magpie companion. this allows her to further understand her companion by seeing through its eyes. both terrified and delighted, she indulges in this only rarely, but secretly enjoys the feeling of control it bestows upon her. (she is taught that blood magic draws from one’s innate powers rather than the fade which appeals to her. she is, however, frightened at the thought of becoming an abomination.)

arasulahn finds a place among the hunters of the clan. their tight-knit dynamic allows her to open up. over a decade, she gains skill and reknown.

she makes her mark when falon the magpie warns her of danger along the clan’s path. using blood magic, she uses falon to see what he had seen. as such, the caravan diverts their direction and is saved from danger. the keeper sees the worth she brings into this skill and instructs her to pass it along to a few select hunters. they are then referred to as the eanithal.

present-day: arasulahn is a respected hunter and the keeper’s confidante. clan alifalon had grown over time, and now split into two factions, one remaining in the free marches and the other travelling about orlais. the eanithal act as scouts and messengers between both factions, communicating on leads toward identifying traffickers or any suspicious groups. 

clan alifalon pay little attention to the inquisition until they are forced to seek them out for aid after becoming tangled with cultists seeking penance from the herald of andraste. having taken a few hunters and two inquisition soldiers hostage, arasulahn writes on behalf of the clan to implore the herald to either help kill the cultists or hear out their demands for the safety of the soldiers and her kin. if the inquisition saves the elves, keeper dhavihal offers clan alifalon as allies to the inquisition, putting their eanithal to the herald’s use, and passing on any information on suspicious sightings and discoveries (more specifically, that of venatori or affiliates of the inquisition’s enemies).

arasulahn joins as a companion on behalf of the clan, and reports to leliana.

[septixtrash]

Payback and Retribution Pt 2

Pairing: Soldier Boy x Supe!Reader

Warnings: language, mentions of death, mentions of gore (very little), mentions of drugs, depression

Word Count: 1.2k

Summary: You finally meet The Boys.

A/N: I'm so sorry it took me so long to publish this, my app I use to write deleted my original file so I had to rewrite it all over again. I haven't said what powers the reader has because it's a secret for the next chapter! Hope everyone enjoys this, I'm so thankful for all the support on Part 1! ❤️

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“You must be well fucked in the head, agreeing to this…” Butcher tells you as you follow them both down to the parking garage.

He's right…

You walk right up to a beat up van, reaching for the handle. Butcher grabs your shoulder, scoffing. “Oi, just 'cause we're wanted doesn't mean we drive shitty cars…”

“That ain't mine.” He clicks a car alarm and points the opposite direction. “She is.”

“No fucking way…” You run up to an old black 87 Cadillac Brougham. It's in good condition too…

“I always wanted one! Vought wouldn't let us drive ourselves, had to have someone else drive for us. Ugh.”

Hughie grins. “I thought the same thing. He really looks like he owns a van!”

“Fuck off. Get in the car so we can fucking leave.” Butcher hops in the driver seat, Hughie sitting next to him.

You barely have time to climb in before he speeds off… dickhead.

“You didn't know the truth, did you?” Hughie turns around in his seat. “Before we came?”

You shake your head. “If I'd known sooner, they'd already be dead.”

It's still hard for you to wrap your head around the thought of it all… Ben's alive. Your own team betrayed you. Vought was behind everything and you'd been blindsided. It somehow hurts more, knowing that you’d been set up, that you’d been lied to. You think it would've been easier if you never found out the truth. Because through all the heartbreak, the tears, the endless nights high off your ass, desperately trying to savor the memories of him, it all meant nothing in the end.

As much as you'd rather be out hunting them all down, you knew you had to find Ben first. It wouldn't be right, getting revenge without him…

Hughie looks up at you, “I know how you feel… in a way at least.”

You raise an eyebrow, “and how's that?”

“A-Train killed my girlfriend Robin. Ran right through her… We were on the sidewalk, she took one foot off it, and then… then she was gone. The only pieces of her left were her arms that I held. He kept running, said he couldn't stop. He didn't bother apologizing, he lied to the media and Vought covered it up. They tried to buy my silence, but I-I couldn't take the money. It didn't feel right, being quiet about what happened. Why should I keep silent when he doesn't suffer any consequences. Butcher found me soon after…”

Poor kid. “I’m sorry… No wonder why you hate supes.”

You wonder what's Butcher's story…

“Don't be. Not all supes are like that, you know. You were always one of my favorites?”

You laugh. “Seriously, me? Why?”

“You weren't born a supe. You know what it's like being ordinary. You fought for the little guys, showed us that anyone can be a hero. I remember my Dad playing your old films, I used to want to be just like you…”

Your ears turn red. “T-thanks kid.”

You never felt you deserved to be a supe. To be called a hero. You just did what you felt right and helped others, because that's who you were, even before taking Compound V.

Maybe that's where it all went wrong, signing up for Vought's experimental program. At the time, it seemed like a good idea. You were young and needed the money, you were already struggling to make enough to get by. They offered a good hefty paycheck to those willing to try a serum they were working on. Of course you said yes, what a fucking mistake that was…

Pain, unlike anything else you'd ever felt. The serum rushing through your veins made it feel like you were dying. At first you thought you were.

They didn't tell you that most of the other subjects died. Their bodies rejected the serum. You somehow were lucky.

You got powers, but they came at a cost…

Vought made you their superhero. Dressed you up in latex and spandex and made you part of Payback, the first official supe team.

You thought you were fighting for freedom, but you were only fighting for a corporation.

You killed whoever they asked, saved whoever they wanted, all for ratings. That's all that mattered. How well the public responded to you.

You had it all, the fame, the drugs, the freedom…

You put on a face in front of the cameras, made it look like everything was fine, but in reality you were breaking inside. You'd never been so stressed before becoming a supe, but Ben, he made it look easy.

Maybe that's why you fell for him. He didn't have to put on an act, he was truly himself on and off the camera. He didn't care what anyone thought and that's what drew you to him. He taught you that you how be yourself again. But no one knew that…

Butcher turns around facing you. “Oi, we're here.”

You exit the vehicle and follow closely behind Butcher. He leads you all to a industrial looking building. Climbing the staircase, he stops in front of a door and unlocks it.

Stepping in, you have three pairs of eyes following you.

The place definitely didn't read: ‘We're wanted criminals.’ It was almost like an office, something you didn't expect from someone like Billy Butcher.

You face towards the only other woman in the room, a woman with long black hair.

“Hi!” You wave at her. “Nice to see Butcher has a woman on his team, I can already feel the testorone building in the room."

The woman uses sign language, signing hello.

Hughie laughs, Butcher just rolls his eyes. A man with a buzzcut stands up, “She doesn't talk. Her name's Kimiko. I'm Frenchie."

"Couldn't of guessed with your accent..."

The other man in the room turns away from you, grunts rolling his eyes. "Can we just hurry this up?"

“Who are you?” you ask, curious as to why the man clearly didn't like you being here.

“That's M.M.” Frenchie looks over at him. “He's got issues with Soldier Boy.”

Soldier Boy wasn't a good person. Everyone knew that. But he was only good to you.

There was so many things Ben didn't tell you; dark things he wasn't proud of.

Butcher pulls you from your thoughts. “Now that everyones here, let's go over the plan.”

You take a seat on the couch next to Kimiko.

“Your boy’s in Russia. We have a favor to our source, kill a target. Kimiko and Frenchie are already keyed in that. Once they're finished we'll be given the location.”

Kimiko pouts, signing something to Frenchie. He shakes his head at her then shrugs.

“You don't know where he is?!”

You should've known things weren't fully fledged out, but you expected a little more especially when these people were widely known supe killers.

“Oi, calm down will ya?” Butcher shouts.

Hughie looks away, rubbing his neck. There's a lot of tension in the room...

You face Butcher. “Who’s your source?” You rub your temples, sighing.

“Russian mobster, Little Nina. Frenchie here used to have a thing for her, now he owes her a favor. She told us if he does this for her, she'll tell us where the facility is.”

There has to be more than he's letting on… “What's the catch? Surely it can't be that easy, what's the favor she want?”

Frenchie speaks up, “She needs someone killed. But not by me…” he faces Kimiko who frowns. “Kimiko is the only who can do it.”

“Why her? No offense…”

“Because she's a supe like you. Little Nina knows that Kimiko doesn't want to do it, that's exactly why. She's doing it to get to me,” He sighs.

You get up from your place on the couch, rolling your shoulders, cracking your neck. “Well, when do we leave?”