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PG MM Anon Interpretation Collection - 20

💜💜💜🙏🏻🙏🏻PG INTERPRETATION OF MM ANON🙏🏻🙏🏻💜💜💜

129: Nov 30

MM ANON ……… “Darling’ please pass the Wrinkle cream” ………”she’s on this blog I read”💜……… “ we’ve been invited to the Boxing Day shoot” …… WoW ‘ that’s a beautiful photo Kate …… “he’s to young ‘ good grief William!!”…… ‘This cobra has no fangs ……… “The service, maybe bring C&G.” ……… “ The spring diary ma’am’ was thinking they could do The America’s and Canada” ……… “ the Children too”…… “what say you Philip?” …… “indubitable , old thing” …… “ Settled!!”……” Sidney’ more refreshments”

💜💜💜🙏🏻🙏🏻THANK YOU MM ANON, SERIOUSLY THANK YOU😁🙏🏻🙏🏻💜💜💜

November 30/2019 Riddle #128

1325 hrs CST

“Darling’ please pass the Wrinkle cream” “she’s on this blog I read”💜

I AM SQUEALING WITH EXCITEMENT OMG!! Catherine is doing her skin care, which every woman of beauty, style and substance MUST DO REPEATEDLY, “” Don’t cha know!” (sorry MM ANON l had to pilfer those last three words from a riddle few days back because they are so unbelievably exciting and significant!). She asks William to hand her the wrinkle cream. William looks dumbfounded because there are about 35 jars on the counter, wondering which one she wants and asks, Catherine why do you have all these? She replies, the woman recommending the creams is on the blog she reads! PURPLE HEART!!💜💜💜💜💜 KIDS I HAVE MADE IT, I AM A CLUE IN AN MM ANON RIDDLE WHICH MEANS CATHERINE AND THE GANG READ THIS BLOG AND READ OUR CONTRIBUTIONS! From the 💜 lady on the blog you read, Catherine, whatever you’re doing, it’s working, but if you ever do want to talk skin wrinkle cream, you know where to find me💜💜💜💜😁😁😁😁

“ we’ve been invited to the Boxing Day shoot”

Lots of us have surmised for quite sometime now that Harry has a lovely partner, and a few of us are dead certain on who it is. He completed his tour of duty at the culmination of the SA trip and RS services. She is now fully out of his life, the public just doesn’t know yet. I am certain an annulment will occur. Anyhow it sounds like they have been invited for Boxing Day. She will be perfect and everyone has always wanted Harry happy, after all he and the family has been through, 2020, at least for him will bring a brand new start!

WoW ‘ that’s a beautiful photo Kate”

I can hardly wait for the Christmas photos, Catherine is such a phenomenal photographer, and as l said the other day, she snaps her children through the loving eyes of a mother. Someone is complementing her one of her photographs. It’s not William because he calls her Catherine. I think those in the field have really taken note of yet another skill she has. Sounding like a public exhibition of her photographic works is in the works!

“he’s to young ‘ good grief William!!”

Back to the shooting day on Boxing Day, Catherine is aghast that William even entertains the idea of him coming along. He’s a big boy, but not that big, yet! The way time flies, time will be here soon enough. Might this be the time for me to once again place ,y request for #4.☺️☺️💜

‘This cobra has no fangs

Madam, wherever on this planet she is, has been defanged. Whatever she held is being held no more. She is in a world/whirled of trouble, just the IRS back taxes alone! Plus any other alleged charges, l won’t go into because we are all singing from the same hymn sheet you know the words!🤣🤣😂😂

“The service, maybe bring C&G.”

YES PLEASE! I would LOVE to see them do the morning walk to and from church with all the other family members! THAT would most certainly be a Christmas gift for me!!!

“ The spring diary ma’am’ was thinking they could do The America’s and Canada” “ the Children too””what say you Philip?” “indubitable , old thing” “ Settled!!””Sidney’ more refreshments”

Saturday afternoon, morning of riding and now just having tea ☕️, refreshments and a good talk. The next few days will bring some major events, The NATO greeting and the banquet on December 3/2019, that has all been fully organized, arranged, menu, seating plan etc etc. LG speaking regarding the official Diary for 2020. Oh MM ANON , this riddle just keeps on giving and giving, it’s like Christmas morning! Sounds like an official Royal tour of America, and Canada with the entire Cambridge family!! If l were a 🐕 dog, my tail would be wagging so fast right now!!! This is very very exciting!!! HMTQ asks PP his opinion, and he very much concurs, then that’s that , it’s settled!! Cord pulled, and as usual he is there almost simultaneously,Sidney, a Boddingtons for himself and a Gin and DuBonnet for HMTQ!! Are you guys getting tired of my scenes of HMTQ, PP, the cord pulling and drinks??Or is it enjoyed? Because l LOVE it, they’re human!!

GSTQAOBC 🇨🇦. 1410 hrs CST

After the horror of yesterday, thank you MM ANON for a fun riddle. I enjoy them all, but this might just be my favourite, for OBVIOUS REASONS☺️😁😁

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Thank you dear PG! What a delight….such fun! And look at you! Known for your wrinkle cream! This was great! We love your stories….😊💜💜💜💜💜💜💜

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130: Dec 2

MM ANON ……… the king in waiting ……… “Mmmmm , not many diversions left”……… in need of some TLC. ……… financial scrutiny ……… financial mutiny !!! ………… “ Don’t piss down my back and tell me it’s raining!!!!!!”………… “Catherine ‘ it’s HM” ……… “ Catherine, I want your discretion”………… “ it would be my privilege ma’am”……… “ That’s a tough one, old thing” ……… “she can do it!! “…… “makes you proud old thing, he looks the part” ……… “backseat ,a Philip?” ………… “ dot The Is…………”

💜💜💜🙏🏻🙏🏻THANK YOU MM ANON🙏🏻🙏🏻💜💜

December 2/2019 0045 hrs CST RIDDLE #128

the king in waiting

This phrase has been used in regards to the Prince of Wales, for decades now. Since PP stepped down from official duties, HMTQ has been steadily handing over various patronages , to PC, The Duchess of Cornwall, William and Catherine, Harry, gosh even madam got the British Theatre patronage! Lots were delighted about that, NOT! Yet that one was part of the prolonged game of charades the Royal family has been forced to play, even though it’s a game they live, certainly not this variation of the game! PC has been successfully voted in as Head of the Commonwealth, that role does not automatically be bestowed on him. PC will continue to take on more and more responsibilities. In that, we shall observe some of that during the NATO visit, as well as decision making regarding several impending crises situations, which in all likelihood are made and done, we just have not been officially informed of as yet!

“Mmmmm , not many diversions left”

Madam has hardly been a peep heard from, her PR used to have 10-15 articles a day in the DM alone, it’s almost like she is contained somewhere? She used the rare old uncle cards a week or so back. She does not have a whole lot more to pull out of that giant rabbits hat/fedora she often wore! The will she won’t she et al about going to America thanksgiving game is over. The IRS is waiting!

in need of some TLC.

TLC, is a tv channel here with oddest shows, pimple popping doctors, married fiancés overseas, guy with five wives etc. We don’t need ,THAT, TLC. TLC is what nurses excel at, good ones anyhow, Tender Loving Care. Whose in need of that? PP is recovering from flu/cold? However he doesn’t strike me as a man that would like to be fussed and clucked around! HMTQ is strong as they come. I wonder if this is our Harry. Adjusting to life without madam, l wonder when and how this will all be made official? I know the surrogate baby is not Harry’s and l have no doubt the child is being lovingly anonymously looked after. Harry, whom,l think l was correct about him being on the bridge the other day, would have had his first active duty incident. He may need not described as TLC but rather debriefing as would the entire team. This is always done after a major incident, first to review protocol, was it carried out, do any changes need done. Then it’s the emotional debriefing, THATS THE ESSENTIAL part of keep a critical response team functional, make sure to debrief the emotions! I imagine , the debriefings, the formal ones are done, 72hours is the golden time window. I have led and been involved with quite a few debriefings, the mental health end of it. Often team members are assigned a mentor especially if they are new to the unit! Great work Harry! I have never ever given up on you, nor will l ever!! Notice they all wore balaclavas, for security! It’s what we wear here in winter to not have our face freeze off, if cross country skiing, snowmobiling etc etc.

financial scrutiny ……… financial mutiny !!!

This is what is keeping madam in the UK! I cannot even fathom how much money she owes her government since she last filed taxes, has she been honest in all her previous tax filings? Seriously? You think she has? The amount of money made in a zillion ways over her lifetime, and what has all transpired since she entered the orbit of the BRF , we are talking millions and millions! I am quite certain, given the fact Americans are still due to pay taxes even if a non resident and given her status and the wealth she married into, l have no doubt the IRS is auditing her, hence the word scrutiny. Mutiny , that a seafarers word for disobeying the captain and the crew takes over, is also a criminal conspiracy among a group of people to openly oppose, change, or overthrow a lawful authority to which they are subject. Now does this sound like a group of individuals we might know? Madam, MA, JM, etc, the families,in America, Mexico, all allegedly working in tandem.

“ Don’t piss down my back and tell me it’s raining!!!!!!”

I love this phrase, my uncle used to say this, the horse rancher, whose son now runs it. In other words, Pissing on, means doing something bad to someone. Don’t piss on my boots and tell me its raining is a response to someone dressing up a bad situation — usually for their own benefit — by telling them to knock it off and stop lying. In other words madam has been doing this her entire life and using the raining excuse to explain her way out of everything! Well LG is having none of that, no more using that as an excuse or exit strategy. The game is over, in fact it never was a game to those she was pi**ing all over!

“Catherine ‘ it’s HM” “ Catherine, I want your discretion”“ it would be my privilege ma’am”

HMTQ rings Catherine, rather than a visit. I would assume, like , in movies, especially High Society with Grace Kelly and Bing Crosby, huge mansions/palaces, their phones have no dials, just labelled whose line it is, how old am I?🤣🤣🤣😂😂. But l am quite certain HMTQ would use a landline phone, because l do😁😁😁. After squidgygate, and other similar ghastly phone calls that were recorded, and then made public, plus intelligence and needs for security in today’s world, l have no doubt that everything is encrypted, and they likely have blocking technology so none of those fancy devices you can, it’s like a clear plastic umbrella, it gathers sound from a distance and you can listen in, you need a jamming device to block the signal, muddying it, if you like. I am sure technology is way way way advanced of that already.

William is away, is she asking her to sit with Harry at the NATO banquet and used discretion when others ask where madam is? I hardly think that would require a big private ask. I wonder if she is needed to witness and sign some legal papers referencing divorce or annulment. Giving her statement or witness to some madam has said or done.

Does this have something to do with the Marchioness of Cholmondeley????????

“ That’s a tough one, old thing” ……… “she can do it!! “…… “makes you proud old thing, he looks the part” ……… “backseat ,a Philip?”

HMTQ and PP, spending time near the great hearth, so warm , cozy, absolutely nothing like the feel of, sight of, smell if and sound of a crackling wood fire. Weather has a definite chill, time for wooden sweaters, and warm family time. Himself , a Boddingtons, 🍺,HMTQ gin and DuBonnet 🍸 . Discussing the next few days and what has happened in the last few. Pondering the decision HMTQ to call Catherine, tough decision, tough thing to ask. PP is reassuring HMTQ that Catherine is very capable, can be trusted and relied upon in any and all circumstances.

More changes in the offing so they can spend more time together. Makes them proud, PC has done, and with increased responsibility he very much looks the part of a King in waiting. If HMTQ does decide to make PC Regent, this conversation would be very much the same, trust and he looks every bit the Regent! Last abbreviated line, HMTQ says is rhetorical, meaning not expecting an answer but rather stating her intent, she is going to be taking a backseat for Charles to be Regent!

“ dot The Is…………”

Is it annulment as l hope? Or divorce? When one says, ESPECIALLY in legal matters, dot the letter i and cross the t, it means make sure everything is done 109% correctly, no way anyone can back out, Sue or twist it. So we shall very soon be hearing a press release of either an annulment or a divorce final between Harry and madam!!

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Thank you dear PG! Fascinating read….much seems to be going on…..much appreciated!😊💜💜💜💜💜💜💜

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131: Dec 2

MM ANON … “when we are born, we cry , that we are come”…… “your RH. that’s why you didn’t go” ……… “Four” ……… ahhhhhrrr , I hate mornings!! ……… “give a dog a bone …” ………… “ yes , we’re all watching it! It’s very addictive “ ……… “ How the f***did they know that!!!”………… “ I told them Philip!!” ……… “bloody snoops” …… At the last count sir , all was Ticketyboo.

💜💜💜🙏🏻🙏🏻THANK YOU MM ANON🙏🏻🙏🏻💜💜

December 2/2019 Riddle #129

1700 hrs CST

“when we are born, we cry , that we are come”.

“

Dear MM ANON returneth us to the bard, William Shakespeare’s King Lear.

Babies do not automatically cry at birth, some do, but some need a slap on the bum, holding upside down rubbing on chest to loosen any fluids that may have been aspirated(inhaled) during the traumatic birth process. It’s a physical trauma for mum to be sure but also babe. Going from, dark, warm, safe environment of dark, echoey sounds, to bright theatre lights, many staff, beeping of machines, it’s parents noise of joy, and than itself own crying noises.

The entire play, uses one similar stance as (Macbeth, Life’s but a walking shadow, a poor player

That struts and frets his hour upon the stage

And then is heard no more: it is a tale

Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,

Signifying nothing. )

Lear is full of cons and duplicity.

This whole life and the world madam moved in , nonstop using people to climb up the ladder, obtaining information and using that and on and on. This will be very shortly end and l truly believe Christmas will be enjoyed! BY ALL!!! Those who serve their dark master do not truly celebrate Christmas anyways!

“your RH. that’s why you didn’t go”

I think this is Catherine explaining to someone why she didn’t attend the TUSK Awards, for “childcare reasons “, was what we were told. l think, in light of the above news, it was childcare, just feeling unwell, and taking cate of her baby bump. Now l hope MM ANON you haven’t teased us or l over reading into the clues! If in fact, Catherine is expecting, this , if all her children would be her ‘easiest first trimester’ because previously her hyperemesis gravidarum, has required hospitalization and then that care at home for subsequent pregnancies. This would be marvellous news anytime but ESPECIALLY NOW!!! I can just the smile across the persons she is speaking with face, as they realize oh THATS why you didn’t attend!!

“Four” ahhhhhrrr , I hate mornings!!

William is awoken by a sound, one he knows all too well. He looks at the clock and makes the comments groaning. He gets up to go tend to Catherine in the bathroom. They look at one another, smiling! BABY NUMBER FOUR IS ON HER WAY!! Thank you ever so much for granting my repeated requests and congratulations!💜💜💜🙏🏻🙏🏻PG🙏🏻🙏🏻💜💜💜

OR OR OR OR OR OR IR BOTH😁😁😁😁😁

Harry continues his training, and duty, early morning, VERY early mornings are part and parcel of that.

“give a dog a bone …”

When you give a dog a bone, you not only give him a treat but something to tease him with, and dogs love that so much! The media has been giving us bits of flesh but no major bone, YET! It’s coming! I wonder what tomorrow’s headlines will read after the Panorama tonight. I wonder the next day after the NATO reception/dinner. There is so much neat, on the bone that is ‘madam%’, her lost years, her connections, behaviours you could cater 100 Royal receptions and still have plenty!!

“ yes , we’re all watching it! It’s very addictive “ ……… “ How the f***did they know that!!!”………… “ I told them Philip!!” ……… “bloody snoops” Royal family discussion night and blog reading time. They get on the topic of the Netflix show, The Crown. It sounds like they are enjoying it and find it addictive even, that’s high praise, l hope Netflix producers read Skippy blog!! PP is wondering how they knew something and HMTQ states unequivocally that she told them! Is she the unwritten/uncredited official Consultant? PP chimes in again, calling the press and it’s investigators bloody snoops.This is a good fun, conversation, not the invasive, boundaries crossed angry time.

At the last count sir , all was Ticketyboo.

LG receiving reports for tomorrow’s NATO events, dinner/reception. Ticket boo, means everything is perfect, just as it was planned to be, no anticipated issue! The capitalization of Ticketyboo, means Ticket, an actual invitation , likely numb and signed with allow entrance to the event. There will be zero gate crashes, if for some reason madam or anyone might try!

1750 hrs CST GSTQAOBC 🇨🇦

Thank you dear PG….sounds like so much news coming! Can’t wait….I hardly doubt NetFlix is reading here though….I love your stories! Much appreciated….😊💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜

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132: Dec 3

MM ANON … email shemail ……this hole is getting deeper …… Christmas service treat🦄🦎…… “keep hold!! he’s a runner”…… a welcoming absence …… “ you can leave your scarf at home darling”…… “ Chaz & Don”…… Megan come Beggin…… “hope she stays for New Years”……Emmanuel & Don🎭]……… NATO,HATE-O…… “Philip, You’ll miss the banquet!!” ……… “bloody good!!”………” it’s your night old thing”………” Mmm , Catherine’s Tiara?” ………” Emeralds, would do the trick”……… “Sydney’ strong refreshments!!”…… “the Crown old thing?”

💜💜💜🙏🏻🙏🏻THANK YOU MM ANON🙏🏻🙏🏻💜💜

December 3/2019 Riddle #130

1110 hrs CST

email shemail

Email has been made public between from PA toGM, with the topic being VRG, asking questions. It kind of confuses him saying he never met her nor knew her, however he may have heard her name. If l am correct the email was sent January 3/2015. 0550 hrs so that’s early, sense of urgency? Or just a disciplined military man who rises early?

this hole is getting deeper

There is a focused multifaceted attack on the BRF! The more information, rather PR/media and interviews come out, instead of letting the legal system address any issues is further poisoning the water! Again, NOT DEFENDING ANYONE, but of all the high placed men WHY IS PA BEING BURNED AT THE STAKE? With high powered wealthy men, why is she so unafraid for her family?? Photos put buying beer and cigs? Who or whom are/is paying from this continued assault on the Monrachy!!??

Christmas service treat🦄🦎”keep hold!! he’s a runner”

Christmas pageant at Battersea, if Nanny Anon, is to be believed it’s tonight, l thought NATO reception was tonight, for weeks l thought it was the 4 th, l honestly cannot keep track. However, they each hVe a role of that l am certain, however Nanny says Charlotte is an angel, with a line to speak and George is rehearsing the role of his future, one of the three kings, NOT of Orient are🤣🤣🤣😂. Louis must a going concern, as we say here, constantly on the move. They best keep him firm in hand or he will do a runner through the audience and steal the show🤣🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂. There would be one shriekingly ticked off Princess if that happened!

a welcoming absence “ you can leave your scarf at home darling”

Madam will not join the family at Sandringham, the first Christmas in two years without her. Catherine joking with William he need not bring his scarf🤣🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂. His passive aggressive, sorry William but it was 🤣🤣😂😂, fiddling with his scarf whilst leaving the chapel on madams first unmarried Christmas , she was trying to engage him but he fiddled with his scarf . This went nuclear all over the internet and social media! I believe there is an actual official listing of the word scarfing!🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂 Oh man, and l had bought him the loveliest purple scarf, what shall l do with it ?🥺🥺😩😂😂😂🤣🤣🤣

“ Chaz & Don”

PC and DT , abbreviated as Chaz for a Charles and Don for Donald, will spend time together today at this evenings reception. I firmly am thinking l was right all along and the banquet is tomorrow. I am sure PC role is expanding they will have plenty to talk about. PC is the consummate host.

Megan come Beggin

Madam begged pleaded shrieked, until she finally got her wish to not be forced anywhere near the person she hates , the President of HER country. MM ANON , l hate to ask, is this a typo, Megan, not Meghan? If it’s not a typo, who is Megan???

“hope she stays for New Years”

This is the general consensus, that madam can stay wherever she is until AFTER New Years.

However, if this is the special friend, this may be leaning in a

positive vibe of hoping she will STAY until the New Years Eve.

Emmanuel & Don🎭]……… NATO,HATE-O

Presidents Emmanuel Macron and Donald Trump have had an extremely dramatic almost theatrical relationship. When they first met, Macron was so huggy , touchy feely, the word bromance was used. They have had some cracks with the U.S. pulling out of the Paris Climate Accord. President Trump has issues regarding NATO, paying funds etc, there is much changing on the worlds stage politically, the U.S./NATO/BREXIT/EU etc etc etc. Not the least of which has been the double barrel attacking of the British Monarchy!

“Philip, You’ll miss the banquet!!” “bloody good!!”” it’s your night old thing”” Mmm , Catherine’s Tiara?” ” Emeralds, would do the trick”

HMTQ and PP conversing, less pressure on the agenda, with the words done by LG and his team, yet he is not up to attending the banquet, plus he has retired from the world stage. Which sounds TRUT H be told, he has had his fill during the many decades attending them!🤣🤣🤣😂😂. Just reassuring her it’s most important that she, HMTQ, is there, she is so amazing as a hostess, she is involved with every little single detail! Well, well, well madams hair will be on fire!! Catherine will be wear the Vladimir Kokoshnik, l think that’s the one, it’s most certainly the one with huge Emeralds,tiara😁😁😁😁. I can hardly wait to see those photos!

“Sydney’ strong refreshments!!”…… “the Crown old thing?”

To end of conversation, the pulled cord, and again, as always, Sydney arrives, smiling, anticipating their request, Boddingtons for Himself and gin and DuBonnet for HMTQ.CHEERS YOUR MAJESTY, SIR!!

1150 hrs CST

GSTQAOBC 🇨🇦

Thank you PG…interesting stuff today…I can’t wait to see which tiara Kate will wear…could it be that one! Oh my! Much appreciated dear PG!😊💜💜💜💜💜

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133: DEC 5

MM ANON ……… lovers not-on or emerald??…… Alexander McQueen green machine??……… Clean sweep!!!……………Trump wants his ball back…… Banquetiquette ……… “ One has to watch the hot mike Donald!!”……… Meanwhile’ crying in a corner……” a clash of Wills”……… “come on old thing,tell me all the gossip”………” Sydney ‘ gin and Du……” “ Ones a tad exhausted “…… “ you looked stunning Catherine “……… “yes ‘ I saw your killer 👀side eye “…… 👑👑💕💕And so to bed Zebedee!!……… “ Lottie ‘turn your pad off!!”…George’ sleep!!

💜💜💜🙏🏻🙏🏻THANK YOU MM ANON🙏🏻🙏🏻💜💜

December. 5/2019 0020 hrs CST

RIDDLE #130

SORRY I AM SO LATE WITH IT, I HAVE NOT FELT WELL SO I WILL GIVE IT A TRY!

lovers not-on or emerald??

I was sooooo certain l had read months ago that December4/2019 there was to be a formal NATO Banquet. Maybe l was wrong , unlikely it was changed. Nonetheless there is a Diplomats Banquet next week, l could be wrong too😏😒😂. Catherine, for a number of such occasions has worn the Lovers Knot Tiara and done so brilliantly, l might add! There has been rampant rumblings of her wearing the Vlad Emerald Tiara!! It’s gorgeous, all those emeralds, imagine with her gorgeous eyes?? 👀 👀 👸🏻 Allegdly(ha ha) a certain someone demanded this for a gathering of very VERY unhappy people! HMTQ ABSOLUTELY PUT HER FOOT DOWN NO!NO! The banshee was heard screaming all the way up in Balmedie!!!🤣🤣🤣😂😂. So l will firmly say, whether it the Diplomats banquet or not, whatever the next black tie/formal event, Catherine will be wearing the Vlad Emerald Tiara!!! No ifs ands or buts!!!

Alexander McQueen green machine??

Did she not look stunning at the reception? Green or any colour she wears so beautifully! Even a red puffer and skinny jeans!! She slays! As the kids say now! The papers should get their designers right, they had it wrong on RS as well, that was a McQueen military inspired gorgeous piece she wore, one paper saint Caroline Walker. No offence but that was not her style. Last night dress was said to be Emilia Wickstead. So is it now McQueen? Either way that was the colour of envy for sure, did she purposely wear it? OF COURSE SHE DID!! I cannot WAIT for the Diplomats banquet or next formal/black tie event. The gown she will wear , and Of COURSE SARAH BURTON, from the House of McQueen, who designed her wedding gown, will have designed it, bespoke to go with the Emerald Tiara! Put your ear plugs in kids, madam will be flying her 🧹 broomstick over London screaming 🙀 at the heavens!!! Jealous much!OH YES JEALOUSY THE GREEN EYED MONSTER HAS BERN OBVIOUS SINCE SHE CAME ONTO THE SCENE!

Clean sweep!!!

This immediately makes thing if curling! Hurry hard! Hurry! Sweep Sweep! If you’re Canadian or Scottish you will be laughing now🤣🤣😂😂. A clean sweep in a game is winning the game with the opposing side having a score of zero, or Ina finals winning the games needed to take the Stanley Cup, example, to win the series. A clean sweep can also, and here l believe is MM ANON meaning, to sweep out the dust, filth, unwanted or unsavoury things when cleaning house. So the cleaning house, clean sweep metaphor may be related to a clash of wills in when to release the hounds on madam and what on earth to do about the VRG issues!!!

Trump wants his ball back. Banquetiquette. “ One has to watch the hot mike Donald!!”

This is a childish reference to PT leaving before the final press conference after our PM, BOJO, Macron and Princess Anne were on ‘ hot mic’ which is the news means you’re microphone isn’t live , that’s how the ABC reporter Amy Robach got caught out saying ABC quashed her interview with VRG years ago. So l guess DT , l have to be very care here to not upset my American friends whilst defending my PM. I will just lay facts no subjective opinion ok? They must be VERY VERY VERY careful what they say, when they say it, because sorry JT but even without the hot mic, with my poor hearing l am used to lip reading and using closed captioning on the tv, l could read your lips! DT was upset, called him two faced. You can all opine about them now.

It was a reception, not a banquet, however etiquette is etiquette and the rules still apply. Good manners, carry oneself well and be above reproach. I am afraid some , have your own opinions ok, but there was some etiquette not taken. See above clue please.

A short time later, DT himself was caught on hot mic, congratulating himself for calling our PM what he called him and for leaving without the last presser, press conferences are called pressers in America. Saying that was funny that he said that name. It happens to everyone, hot mic, in politics or celebrities, they have to be careful unless they just don’t care.

Meanwhile’ crying in a corner

Madam, just go back to your corner, you have misbehaved so much, get used to the corner! Oh she must be spitting bullets of jealousy, if she saw Catherine, just wait till she sees the Christmas photos!😄😄😄😄🤣🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂

“a clash of Wills”

William in back, he has proven himself a force of nature in becoming too. Dealing with family issues, is there disagreement regarding PA. There have been calls for him to lose his HRH status , is that on the docket? And great clashing of that? Wills was Diana’s name for William, wills is also ones determination to do or not do something

“come on old thing,tell me all the gossip”………” Sydney ‘ gin and Du……” “ Ones a tad exhausted “

HMTQ and PP again, indulge me, l know he’s at Wood Farm and she’s in London but indulge me, l love this, so do you, and so do some others. HMTQ finally out of her dress clothes, wearing comfortable nightdress, gorgeous purple velvet slippers and completely bespoke housecoat of the finest PUR velvet with silver seaming and luxurious embroidered collar with ER on the breast plate. PP in his nightclothes, grey slippers and matching bespoke grey robe with dark stitching along the seams barely there but if you look closely the beauty of each stitch is breathtaking. THANK YOU MM ANON FOR ADDING THE DRINKS I HAVE BEEN HAND TYPING FOR QUITE SOME TIME NOW!! PP already has his Boddingtons , cord was pulled just as she sat down, Sidney arrives, and PP orders her favourite cocktail, gin and a DuBonnet. She , you know it’s HMTQ when she speaks in third person, l do that a lot too😄😄😄😄😁😁, says she is a tad bit exhausted which means she is more tired than any of us have ever been! She is a force of nature! Majestic, strong, beautiful and tender when the needs be. They proceed to discuss all the goings on, at the reception and there was plenty!

“ you looked stunning Catherine “……… “yes ‘ I saw your killer 👀side eye “…… 👑👑💕💕And so to bed Zebedee!!……… “ Lottie ‘turn your pad off!!”…George’ sleep!!

William has returned from another successful solo Royal tour to the Middle East. I though the photos of him with the fisherman fixing their nets and then him giving it a go was amazing. He really , like his wife, has come into his own. Telling Catherine how stunning she looked last night and teasing her about her side eye, which she does very well! Remember the stolen pencil incident a few weeks ago? Louis long ago asleep, George and Charlotte keen to see daddy, imagine what did you bring me? A million times over and at a maximum volume!😂😂😂🤣🤣Zebedee, Zebedii, that was often what l heard or said for bedtime. A jovial memory of television and a cute sweet way to colour the word bedtime by making it fun because the word kids HATE is bedtime. Then when you reach adulthood and parenthood one prays for bedtime.🤣🤣🤣😂😂 l have never been a parent but l know many, enough to prove that statement!

Charlotte ever the controller of wifi and devices😂😂😂🤣🤣,we have read this in other riddles! Time for bed a George!!

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134: Dec 5

MM ANON …… “ no, not the service”……… Strip and rip…… IRSt in peace…��” I think you’ll find it best ma’am”…… “ exactly ‘ peace and quiet”…… Distant thunder ……… “On Her Majesty’s secret service”…… No!! Not the whole enchilada………… The dossier, almost complete!!…… “Yes!! It certainly is personal”……… “she lived by the sor-did…… “gather thee rosebuds …………”…… “ not a word,old boy”. ……… “ Mmmm, unfortunate name for a club”……… “a sticky wicket,what!

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December 5/2019 1040 hrs CST

RIDDLE #131

“no, not the service”

Prince Andrew has had virtually everything but his HRH ripped away. Papers saying now this morning that not only Prince Charles dressed him down, but Prince Philip did as well. He may be 98 and retired but a massive alpha male who can throw down with the best of them. Sounding like PA will NOT be permitted to attend church Christmas 🎄 morning as per usual. The Royal family walks and greets the public coming and leaving, HMTQ is driven.

Strip and rip

This sounds like a bikini wax or a back waxing . More like a search for drugs, substances, paraphernalia or weapons at a prison or psychiatric hospital, believe me, l have done many such searches, for those needing hospitalization. This clue could be twofold, firstly, reportedly three blackened windows Discoveries were seen high speed driving near Banbury, a day or so ago, evening l think actually, madam is rumoured to be near at SoHo or perhaps in Banbury, the hometown of a certain sycophantic royal reporter. Me oh my oh!! Has she been taken into custody by the Americans??? Did she fly back with the President?

Secondly this may refer to Prince Andrew, strip and rip him of everything including his HRH. Is that what is being ripped? The public and many are demanding it including his fellow military members! Might l again say, he has NOT BEEN INTERVIEWED NOR CHARGED! Just a fact, l hate sexual abuse and human trafficking it’s loathsome. But there seems to be a direct torpedo, pardon the wordage, directly at him.Why no one else? Whose agenda is this??

IRSt in peace

Madam is in a world/whirled of hurt with the IRS, America’s tax division. I have no idea her last filing, or how accurate she has ever been. Since joining the Royal family, although never really did, she has had a myriad of income sources and likely many we don’t know. Might it be not the literal death of her but in terms of finances, she will be if not already in process,be audited and may be garnisheed for the rest of her life to,pay what is owed?

“I think you’ll find it best ma’am”“ exactly ‘ peace and quiet”

I think LG is suggesting HMTQ head for Sandringham early, to be out of London when the walls come tumbling down so to speak. Peace and quiet, readying for family Christmas, although that too brings its own pains!

Distant thunder

Softly rolling distant, quiet, getting closer, more loud, and BABOOM CRASH!! The storm that has been brewing and slowly simmering in the background is coming, coming closer, when it arrives,it will be ELECTRIC!! The information and scandal will rock the globe. I am not just talking about when all about madam is revealed but her backers and their sordid dealings! BOOM CRASH FLASH! Winds howling! It’s going to be earth shattering.

“On Her Majesty’s secret service”

We have had several Bond references. This was the only Bond film that a George Lazenby ever starred in, did you know that? Connery or Moore?? The other actors don’t count! CONNERY LASS AM I , AYE TIS SO💜💜💜💜. I do believe our William has been on the intelligence gathering and l do wonder about our Harry. You kids remember me repeatedly talking about his wedding ring months and months ago and saying it’s no regular ring?Sure you do, one of you went hunting and posted a picture of a ring with GPS chip! It’s very unusual in the U.K. especially royalty, in my experience , for men to wear wedding bands yet Harry insisted, ask yourself why? Why? Why? By the way, great film, and great documentary l have pvr’ed , The Secrets of Her Majesty’s Secret Service. It was on PBS last week, an anon posted about it, so l pvr’ed it!

No!! Not the whole enchilada

So again, the whole enchilada is a metaphor for the entire sum of something, usually valuable. What and whom is this referencing? Again, is it PA, losing more? I doubt that, the phrase the whole enchilada , that is not a British expression it’s American. This must be regarding madam. Meaning, she has to give up everything, her HRH, every merching etc etc. She’s upset about it. What, to stay out of prison? Testify against someone? Tell the whole truth and nothing but? This woman cannot even spell truth. There are so many lies over so many decades allegedly, there is no way she knows who she was with when doing what.

The dossier, almost complete!!

Information is almost done, evidence, witnesses, intelligence, video, audio, photos, texts, emails, carrier pigeons and any other sort of stealth data to solidify alleged treason charges along with a boatload of other financial and Heaven only knows what from the past has raised its filth from the depth of those lost years! All the i dotted t crossed, airtight.

“Yes!! It certainly is personal”

Very personal, this attack was planned, guided, paid for, well planned, multipronged, family paid off, witnesses paid off or worse etc etc allegedly. So yeah it’s personal to HMTQ,PP, PC and PW.An attack on the thing HMTQ has spent her life serving! The very monarchy! Sordid plot to crumble the Monarchy! So hell yes ITS PERSONAL!!! To our a Royal family and TO ALL OF US!!

“she lived by the sor-did

Old saying live by the sword ⚔️, you die by the sword, you all know that one. Madam has allegedly lived a very sordid, deviant lifestyle for money and luxuries. This will be her downfall, any previous association with JE, l can only imagine what her role was and then became. This whole sick, satanic, house of cards is crumbling, the cockroaches are running for cover. Does she think the backers are going to pay for her attorneys or testify on her behalf? 😂😂😂😂😂🤣🤣🤣 She is crazier than l thought! ALLEGEDLY!

“gather thee rosebuds…

While ye may, love this .This beautiful piece of magic written by Robert Herrick hundreds of years ago but relevant now as then. Speaking how quickly time flies, make the most of each second, do not waste time on frivolous things or unsavoury things. Sadly, many lost souls here, and damaged ones, so evil. However we have HMTQ, PC , William and Catherine, the Monarchy, with them at the helm, is resilient, will cut the extras and forge a new Monarchy.

“ not a word,old boy”.

Someone is keeping schtum about something. I imagine there are many, likely most of the details will remain classified. The five eyes met at the NATO conference. I truly do wonder, although l love my little life, what intelligence was shared! PP likely speaking with Netty, and keeping things classified, most probably about when they plan to break and let loose! We all know who Netty is right? I have explained it in a few riddles!

“ Mmmm, unfortunate name for a club”

Tramp nightclub, the source of many stories VRG and PA. PA also was there many times with Fergie and that’s where he met Koo Stark way back when for those of us at a certain age! Horrible just horrible name for a club!

“a sticky wicket,what!

This is a croquet term, hitting the balls through the wickets. It’s also a cricket term! Jiminy 🦗 Crickets, that’s my new favourite saying😁. A sticky wicket in life refers to awkward, difficult, unexpectedly challenging time. Well doesn’t that just describe the last two years!! OR MORE! What detail is sticky still? Something needing sorting. I just cannot fathom what it is! But it’s important because it’s in the riddle!

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Oh my! Not sounding good for MM! We are getting there it seems! Fantastic job dear PG! Thank you so much!🙏🏻💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜

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135: Dec 6

MM ANON …… megbots in crisis …… megs spotted on ISS…… megs searchers internet for archificial upgrade …… megs still breastfeeding …… frogcott staff witness meg and Harry in screaming row 😱……… meg accused of bugging KP……… meg and archbishop in risqué photo shoot …… Archbishop denies clergy gossip …… meg ,VF interview ‘ I hate my chicken legs ‘…… Harry in GQ interview, I want a divorce ‘…… GQ, shock ‘horror, Harry’s OK’…… meg pens, ‘confessions of my yachting years’. … $20 million advance.

💜💜💜🙏🏻🙏🏻THANK YOU MM ANON🙏🏻🙏🏻💜💜

December 6/2019 1150 hrs CST

Thanks to the wonderful 💜💜🙏🏻🙏🏻fortheheavenssake 🙏🏻🙏🏻💜💜who is documenting all my riddle interpretations, l apparently have used two numbers twice🤣🤣🤣🤣😂😂 so this is RIDDLE #135

💜💜MM ANON LISTEN, AS YOU ONCE SAID, NO APOLOGIES EVER!!!💜💜LEVITY IS NEEDED🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻

megbots in crisis

Madam has had zillions of ‘bots’ online to bolster or artificially , not archficially🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂, boost her numbers and popularity on social media and PR. The well is running dry,no new storyline , last uncle pulled out of the woodwork weeks ago, bots, they cost $$$$$#£££££££€€€€€, she is in serious overload and underfunded. The bots are sputtering, spinning, electrical charges sparking, powering down, all the things 🤖 robots do when system failure, permanent fatal error blue screen, does not cooommmmmppppuuuutttteee………….

megs spotted on ISS

Oh now she’s an astronaut??? Really on the International Space Station??🤣🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂😂. Yes, like l said last week Sasquatch and Elvis hang out in my back yard! Has she gone there to get another moonbump direct from the source??🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂

megs searchers internet for archificial upgrade

Oh my Jiminy Crickets!!🤣🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂, l just typed that! Well not the internet part. Yes at some point she’s going to have to show a child, growing bigger, however Archficial was already a big boy, they used to call them huggy l think. She is madly trying to find the cheapest price for the new model of archficial. Maybe retailmenot or some other sites like Rakuten has coupon codes!!

megs still breastfeeding

Is she now? Is she a card carrying member of the La Leche League? Breastfeeding until the child is 18 or wed! Yes, it’s a great excuse for privacy, because despite what her PR says, she definitely wants privacy, no pictures, no one talking about or to her, yet yammers because no one asks if she is ok! Pathetic instagram post, photoshopped photos, one year anniversary of Hubb kitchen visit. Talk about grasping at straws for attention, and using year old photoshopped photos😂😂😂🤣🤣🤣😩😩

frogcott staff witness meg and Harry in screaming row 😱

I do believe this was/is a story in one of the American gossip rags, could be wrong but everyone reads here so look for that headline next week if you’re into tabloids😂😂😂😂🤣🤣🤣.Interesting, there are no staff at FC, because NO ONE LIVES THERE! Perhaps an old spirit, but they take care of themselves! They have never lived there, every celebrity or article about who has visited there and held/fed/played with archficial are all liars, allegedly.

meg accused of bugging KP

Not surprised at that, taking a page right out of MA’s playbook at SoHo. Secretly record, gather intel, blackmail=$$$$$$$$€€€€€€€£££££. I wonder what secrets she gathered! Add that to the charges, LG and Netty, Sirs! Please! Allegedly! 🙄🙄

meg and archbishop in risqué photo shoot

There has been something odd about everything madam does/has done. One of the most bizarre is Justin Welby, the A of C, he allegedly privately baptized her. He allegedly christened archficial, with one wee issue, he was hours from London at that time at a Church conference. Now he has come out defending her. So there is no confusion these are his exact words.

💜💜Justin Welby, the Archbishop of Canterbury, defended the Duchess of Sussex against what he called the “totally undeserved” criticism she has received.

“She’s a person of profound humanity and deep concern for people, seeking to carry out her role with every ounce of her being, and I think she’s a remarkable person💜💜.

What’s gone on here? Are you suggesting she has something on him so he has done these things under blackmail allegedly. Not a thing in this mess would surprise me one wit!

Archbishop denies clergy gossip

Parishioners talk, clergy members talk, they’re human, when things don’t add up, it makes for lots of speculation and questioning. Is the A of C denying that other bishops or members of the clergy have been speculating and questioning some of the issue l typed above? This is all too weird. If we had a whole wall with every single odd event, altered facts, stories comments etc etc, it would be like string art we used to do way back when. Better still twist like Christmas lights, and trying to figure out which bulb is causing the whole string to not light up. I know most of you remember that, the good old days before prelit trees in weird colours that make noises and flash so rapidly you get a migraine. Jiminy Crickets, l sound like one of those two grumpy men in the balcony on the Muppets Show😂😂😂😂😂🤣🤣🤣🤣.

meg ,VF interview ‘ I hate my chicken legs

Harry in GQ interview, I want a divorce ‘GQ, shock ‘horror, Harry’s OK’

Madam did the VF, wild about Harry, was all PR lies! I think in terms of madams legs millions would agree! Now now, is this how this is going to roll? Tit for tat, pun intended🤣🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂, is Harry doing a GQ cover giving her the same treatment by shockingly wanting a divorce?? Oh please 🙄 JIMINY CRICKETS 🦗 l want ten copies!!!💜💜💜Please sir, l want some more! The first person who comments where that line is from gets a smile from me😁. 💜💜💜Imagine the worlds shock?! Oh MM ANON DON’T TEASE ME!🤣🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂 LG your brilliance is only surpassed by your loyalty and dedication to HMTQ Tip hat 🎩 Sir!

meg pens, ‘confessions of my yachting years $20 million advance.

During the weekend when madam went to help her Bestie SW completely lose the U.S.Open, they didn’t want her there, she went anyhow, didn’t she do a great job? Flirting grossly with SW husband, ignored by SW’s mum and graciously using the ‘Markle effect’ and SW lost soundly! She was summoned there, post haste allegedly to meet with backers and take a meeting with publishers. There have been rumblings and rumours of a book. Good luck fact checking that one, the poor ghost writer and editor🤣🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂. I think she will have to forget a lot because the IRS apparently doesn’t like it if you do not declare income or not be truthful, allegedly. And also, law enforcement may have issues with some behaviours, in relation to those missing years. And a wee tiny issue of archficial fauxmegnancy, not of the body. Trying to pass off a surrogate baby, not Harry’s child, all allegedly of course! As a blood royal baby!! Just a minor treason charge. Then there is the SoHo issue…….bugging, recordings, blackmail, all from the plot of a juicy film! As far as a $20,000,000 advance, if that happens, l will eat my hat! I don’t have one, got toques, might have to eat one then!! Who in their right mind would give her that cash advance? Unless it was not the right but the left, the leftists globalists backers….yep that l can see!!! Help us oh Lord🙏🏻🙏🏻 please, the light needs to be shone on the horrors that have been happening. Our beloved HMTQ, it just is breaking my heart, she is so beloved.

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What fun! Loved this. Thank you MM Anon for the humorous riddle and PG your great interpretation! 😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜

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136: Dec 6

MM ANON …… Muffin the mule…… looby loo & Andy pandy …… 95 , time!!…… “no’ not chaz”’……… “ I’m Meghan Markle and I indorse this massage” ……” An American Christmas card”…… betrayal in B&W……… “ it’s HMTQ your talking about!!!”…… “ tell her to PO ‘ it’s the Boxing Day shoot”……… 🎼I’m dreaming of a right Christmas 🎼…… a shortie but goody

💜💜💜🙏🏻🙏🏻THANK YOU YET AGAIN MM ANON🙏🏻🙏🏻💜💜💜

December 6/2019 1530 hrs CST RIDDLE #136

Muffin the mule

Muffin has a naughty meaning as well as the breakfast bit. Mule is a very stubborn animals or someone carrying something illegal across borders as in a drug mule. First thing l thought of was a Moscow mule, classic lovely drink. There was an article in the DM about madams Christmas decor ideas and menu, the Moscow mule in copper was her idea!🤣🤣🤣😂 Well, l can’t drink anymore, but to me l would have one anytime but they and the copper was all the rage about five years ago, so she seems to be a wee bit behind the trend! However in fairness, it was taken from the 2015 Tig.

looby loo & Andy pandy

I read in the DM and saw photos years ago, Prince Andrew dancing up a storm, with a Heidi Klum, didn’t look like her but she was in a wig, costume. Also another female. Apparently he liked to be massaged by two women simultaneously, not underage, or rude, fun. The loony loo is known here as the hokey pokey, a hand , leg, body action dance. Is this having a go at PA ‘skills’ on the dance floor?? The hokey pokey also has a naughty meaning too.

95 , time!! “no’ not chaz”

HMTQ will be 95 in 18 months. Double exclamation mark, someone or several are firm in her making PC Regent at that time! It sounds like a firm opinion that PC is not the choice for Regent. Might William be tapped to step up and put a whole new modern face on the Monarchy? My goodness, to quote London Scoop, up is down, down is up, the world is spinning too fast!! The winds of change are gusting stronger and stronger!

“ I’m Meghan Markle and I indorse this massage”

Ha ha. Is she doing adverts now for special yacht massages.🤣🤣🤣🤣😂😂 Oh dear imagine the oils and other items she would smear around!!! 😫😫😫😩😩😩🤢🤢🤢🤢🤢Just imagine the worst grossest thing you can muster!! Is she going into politics or has she massaged major politicians???? The end of every tv ad during election, l am so and so and l endorse this message. Yikes, crazy world!

“ An American Christmas card”betrayal in B&W

Of course the Christmas card will be in black and white, what else do we expect from madam? Likely have her back turned as well. Will Archficial be backwards too? Ultimate betrayal of wedding vows, to the public. A child not Harry’s, and not of her body! Will this be released and dealt with before Christmas? I pray so🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻

“ it’s HMTQ your talking about!!!”…… “ tell her to PO ‘ it’s the Boxing Day shoot”

PP is angry and someone has been disrespectfully talking about HMTQ, PP is soundly bringing them about. PP is laying it down, madam has no input in the shooting day, she’s to be told to PO! PP talking to Harry, l am confused about why Harry would be still bring requests or demands from madam. I am wondering if it’s LG, because l am pretty certain Harry is far away from her and no interaction. It’s about Christmas, Sandringham and the annual family Boxing Day shooting party. Madam has been aggressively against it, allegedly previous years. So is madam still in a position to make demands? Well it sounds like she will be told what’s what!

🎼I’m dreaming of a right Christmas 🎼

I watched the film White Christmas last night, gorgeous songs by a Irving a Berlin, fabulous, again movies when they were movies! I am thinking the wish is that Jeremy Corbyn loses and BoJo, the conservatives, oft referred to as the right. Corbyn is leaning left strongly and much upset about alleged anti-Semitic beliefs. I think all this crap with madam has to wait till after the election, December 12/2019.

a shortie but goody

Is this little Louis? He is toddling around, l recall the summer videos at the park garden Catherine designed, him running in the bridge arms wide to balance. I can hardly wait for the Christmas photos! I can only imagine running round now, he will be into anything and everything!Bless him🙏🏻🙏🏻💜💜🙏🏻🙏🏻 l am exhausted, haven’t slept since Thursday morning. Two riddles, other posts sheesh JIMINY CRICKETS 🦗 I AM DONE💜💜💜🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻💜💜💜

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Corner of the Universe

Pairings: Kim Taehyung x Reader

Genre: Future, Scifi, Reincarnation, Slight Angst?

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Description:

You find yourself hundreds of light-years away from the origin of the human species. Millennia of space travel has given the appearance of being in route to conquer the entire universe, but with weariness and the yearning to push on in the fabric of space that has no end, true discovery does not occur until lifetimes later.

Your story begins on a planet called Earth with a boy who always had his head tilted up at the stars.

Note: Scifi au with scientific inaccuracies so don’t quote me on anything lol. Also there are references to some scifi moves and novels, but the story is completely original. Hope you guys enjoy :)

The walls on the Starship Polaris are smooth and metallic, characteristic of materials mined from the asteroid belt and Jupiter’s moons. Just how you liked them. Just how they were supposed to be.

Aboard a spacecraft that is carrying over 5000 passengers to a distant exoplanet, your control room is buzzing with activity and the voices of other crew members preparing for descent. It had been over one hundred years since you left the last planet, yet it only feels like six months because you were hibernating for most of the time.

Space travel was never a quick process, which is ironic because spaceships are now one of the fastest moving objects that exist, but in an endlessly vast universe where even light can’t travel quick enough to reach every corner, voyages were century long endeavors.

You were one of the few people, if not the only person, in existence that can remember parts of your past lives. Maybe it shouldn’t be considered remembering because you had absolutely no control over the flashbacks. They would happen from certain triggers. It could be a sound, a scene, or even a taste in your mouth, but you had no way of knowing what it was or when they would happen, until they did.

Were these flashbacks significant? You didn’t know, but they always seemed to possess the ability to evoke some strong inner emotion you found hard to describe, it was like a yearning to discover the unknown or a search for something long lost.

Whatever the case, you had taken this as a god given gift that you were destined to lead the human race.

And so when human technology was able to get around that which prevented prolonged space travel with the invention of hibernation pods and spacecrafts powered by nuclear fusion reactors able to reach speeds over half the speed of light, you knew it was time to expand. Humanity being the poster child of evolutionary biology, it was only a matter of time before the ability to search for habitable planets outside of the solar system was granted to them. Thus, the search for universal understanding and the spread of intelligent species was a goal that manifested after you decided the ultimate fate of life was to saturate the universe.

“Captain, I can’t get a precise reading on the airlock chamber.” Hoseok reports to you.

You look at the black screen in front of him, wondering which careless engineer forgot to double check that every last bit of software was working correctly. You made a mental note to find out and punish him or her accordingly after you land.

You sigh. “I’ll take it a look at it myself,” You say to Hoseok before turning and leaving the control room.

Taking the lift down to the south side of the ship, you find yourself walking down the pristine, perfectly kempt walkways as usual. Satisfied with the auto-maintenance system, you manage to alleviate your annoyance from earlier and make it to the chamber in no time and find that all systems were, as expected, clear.

On your way back to the main control room, you pass a grand hall with portraits of all the previous captains that lead the same spaceship you were on now. There was Kim Seokjin, the founder of the Starship Polaris who led the first human settlement to Aurora VII, and then came Min Yoongi, a small but powerful man of great intellect, who brought art and music to the newly settled planet and started a sort of renaissance in the new world.

Lastly you see the portrait of the man who was your predecessor. The words under his picture read Kim Taehyung. A man with a boxy smile and deep soulful pupils stares back at you. His expression is warm and friendly, almost verging on goofy, but the look in his eyes brings you back to a time when kids sat at individual wooden desks in school and the sounds of children playing in the grass outside under the sun seeps through the large classroom windows.

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Flashback to past life 1

Your story had begun on a planet called earth, and the day you met a boy who always had his head tilted up at the stars.

“We have a new student joining us today” The teacher announces to the class.

You had just transferred from another school due to your father’s new job. He had miraculously found work in the city, a dream he’s had for ages because he had always promised your mother that one day he’d show her the finer things in life. He was a man of his word, and so your small family of three moved from the humble countryside to a rapidly growing metropolis full of tall skyscrapers and carbon emitting cars.

“Hi, my name is Y/N” You introduce yourself at the front of the classroom, waving shyly at the other students who just stared at you coldly.

“Why don’t you find a seat, dear” The teacher says.

You look around the classroom. There was an open seat next to a chubby kid in the second row.

“You can’t sit here” The boy next to the open desk hisses, giving you a disgusted look and putting his foot on the empty chair you were about to sit down in.

You hesitantly back away and look for another spot. The other seventh graders pretend to ignore your dilemma and anyone who had an empty desk next to them began to place their things on the chairs to indicate that it was unavailable to you.

Just as you were about to go back up to the front of the classroom and ask the teacher, who now has her back turned to everything that was going on and was busy writing on the chalkboard, to just assign you a seat, you hear a boy in the back of the room call your attention.

“You can sit by me,” He says, waving his arm in the air.

Surprised by his offer, you clumsily walk over to take the seat next to him. Although he was dressed in uniform like all the other students, his white shirt wasn’t tucked in perfectly so it hung out of his jacket and his pants looked like they were two sizes too big for him.

“It’s ok, I don’t bite,” He says, after noticing you had just been standing there and looking at him.

“O-Oh, thanks” You say, after you realize how awkward you must look right about now.

The fluffy light brown haired boy holds out his hand.

“My name is Kim Taehyung”

Kim Taehyung.

You don’t know it then, but the smile that spreads across his face is a string that ties your fates together for several lifetimes to come.

…

The bell rings, signaling the end of another school day.

“Wanna come over to my house?” Taehyung asks just as the two of you had walked outside the school building.

“Your house, why?” You ask curiously. This was the first time Taehyung had invited you to do something with him outside of school, and of all places, he chose his house?

It had been three months since you transferred, three months since you were out casted by all the other students in your class starting from day 1, and three months since you became friends with a boy with a boxy smile and a carefree aura.

“Yeah.” He nods enthusiastically. “I live on top of a hill on the outskirts of the city. We can see things better there.”

You had no idea what kind of “things” he was referring to, but at this point you had known Taehyung long enough to know that his mind doesn’t run like the average person. It goes twice the speed if not more. He’s restless, always ready to do the next thing that pops into his head. He’s selfless, treating everyone with genuine kindness despite rarely getting the same treatment in return. He’s the energy of the sun shining brightly on the earth, providing life the nutrients it needs to flourish. He’s a dreamer, a stargazer.

And it was that evening, after eating a home cooked meal by Taehyung’s lovely mother, that you found yourself sitting on a giant rock at the edge of mountain looking up at the clear midnight sky. The city was away in the distance, meaning the radiance of the shiny bright stars was unhindered by the artificial glare of city lights.

“Isn’t it beautiful?” Taehyung lets out a deep breath at he gazes upward.

“Yeah” You follow the slow turn of his head as he begins pointing out constellations that you had only ever heard about and telling you stories about travelers lost at sea with only the stars to guide them.

“It’d be cool to go up there, don’t you think?” He says after a moment of silent admiration.

“Sure, I guess” You’re still looking at the dark night sky, with nothing but distant stars to brand it beautiful. It was stunning but mildly frightening at the same time.

A moment passes. He doesn’t respond, and you worry that maybe your unenthusiastic answer hurt his feelings, so you turn your head to look at him. But somewhere along the way your eyes meet, because Kim Taehyung had stopped looking at the sky a while ago and had already been gazing at you.

…

Present

Thanks to the invention of artificial gravity on the newer spacecraft models, stepping out onto a planet with real gravity was not as difficult as it had been in the past. Back in the day, it would take weeks if not months to adjust to walking again, but now that concern was virtually nonexistent. You have skilled engineers and scientific geniuses to thank for that.

You step out into the warmth of natural light for the first time in over a century. Most of the time, space travel was dull and uneventful, or at least the times you were awake and not hibernating in your pod. Years of interstellar travel never fail to make you forget the natural beauty of a planet teeming with life, the feeling of fresh air hitting your skin and the scent of flora and fauna pooling into your nostrils.

Over the years, you’ve come to visit a number of planets just as beautiful as earth, with their crystallize blue seas and evergreen land forms. Aurora VII was no exception.

It was of similar size to Mars, the first planet that humans ever colonized, and as breathtakingly beautiful as Pandora, a planet named after one that was the setting of a science fiction movie a millennium ago. The organisms on Aurora VII possessed no higher-level intelligence, a blessing, or so you called it. Because in the past, there have been a few interstellar wars fought between the human race and other intelligent species, and although differences were usually settled in the end, the casualties lost and the resources wasted was always a huge blow, and peace is always hanging on a thin thread.

“We have an appointment with the Supreme Leader this afternoon” Hoseok reminds you. His voice snaps you out of your thoughts, and you turn your attention away from admiring the land.

“Kim Taehyung?” Your ears perk up at the thought of meeting the man you saw in the portrait earlier, in this lifetime of course. The leader of Aurora VII was always decided based on whoever lead the crew to the planet. Meaning Kim Seokin and Min Yoongi were once Supreme leaders of Aurora VII, but you were only here to visit and being the leader of the entire human race as a whole, you didn’t have the time or the means to monitor every single planet inhabited. Besides, letting each planet have its own governing body was a way to preserve the peace keep the unrest at bay.

“Acutally Supreme Leader Kim has been succeeded by a man named Jeon Jungkook.”

“Succeeded?” You’re aware of what the word indicates, but it doesn’t quite register right away.

Hoseok proceeds anyways. “Supreme Leader Jeon has received some information he thinks might be of use to you.” Hoseok points to the hovering vehicle in the middle of the grassy field in front of you. “We are invited to the capital today.”

The palace in the capital is enormous; it’s almost as big as the mountain it’s build next to. It blends in quite nicely with the scenery and the lake that connects with the sea through a canal. The buildings of the city look brand new despite being built several centuries ago. There must be something about the atmosphere here that prevents premature decay; either that or they’re made out of a special material that’s everlasting.

You notice that the halls of the palace are almost uncomfortably spacious. The ceiling is high and held up by large white pillars that line the entire passage. It almost feels too empty, but Aurora VII has not had enough time to be populated as much as “older” planets so it’s understandable that the ratio of land to people is still quite large.

“Ah, Y/N, welcome” You hear the voice of someone walking down the steps of the throne room.

You look to see a man with chocolate brown hair and large doe eyes, wearing a black suit.

“Jungkook?” You question, sure that it has to be him but not wanting to risk being wrong.

“I know you expected to see someone else, but unfortunately he left us quite a few years ago.” Jungkook says, signaling you to follow him into the living quarters.

“Left?” You follow him “Can you be a little more specific?” You ask, starting to feel a bit irritated at his choice of words.

“Illness. A virus on this planet that his body was unable to defend itself against.” Jungkook says with a sigh. “There was medication, but it was limited and he chose to give it to those who he deemed was more in need of it than he was.” He shakes his head and falls silent.

You don’t immediately respond, because it has just now been confirmed that what you were thinking was actually the case, though you had hoped it was not.

Jungkook offers you a seat and a cup of what looks to be local tea. The leaves float around lazily on the surface of the hot water as the grassy aroma drifts to your nose.

“He was my best friend, as you can see, he trusted me enough to rule in his place.” Jungkook takes a sip from his own cup. “But never mind that, I requested to meet with you today because a team of my most accomplished scientists have discovered what they think is another habitable planet.”

If your mind had gone blank moments earlier, you were all eyes and ears now that his last statement had something to do with another new planet, a new world just waiting to be discovered. “Really?” You’re eyes widen and excitement begins to flood your body once again.

…

Flashback to past life 2

College came around way too quickly. Back when you were younger, college was this goal you were going to reach at the finish line, a sort of destination that signaled the end of childhood and your teenage years, and everyone who had already gone off to college was old. But now as you stand on the grassy lawn in front of the student union building holding a stack of textbooks in your left arm and a map of campus in your right, this was all too real.

Real and unbelievable at the same time.

You were trying to figure out how to get to the Physics building. It had to be where the Chemisty, Biology and other science buildings were, right? This would be a lot easier if you had chosen to go to a smaller school, but you also didn’t want to attend a small liberal arts college because you knew you wanted to study the sciences.

Just as you found the building you were looking for on the map, someone bumps into you, causing you to drop all of your textbooks.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry” You hear someone with a deep baritone voice say.

You look up to see a tall guy with golden brown hair wearing a pair of thin-rimmed glasses and a checkered shirt paired with slacks.

“Are you ok?” He says, looking at you with eyes full of concern.

“Yeah, I’m fine” You reply as you begin to pick up your books. He immediately crouches down to help you.

“I’m Taehyung by the way. Kim Taehyung.” He says after you both stand up.

“Y/N” You say. “Are you a freshman?”

He nods. “I’m assuming you are too?” He eyes your map of campus.

“Yeah, I’m heading over to my first physics class” You look in the direction you were about to walk in before this Taehyung guy had bumped into you.

“Really?!?” He exclaims happily. “I was going over to physics too!”

You don’t why he got so excited all of a sudden, but the rectangular shape that his mouth forms makes your heart race ever so slightly.

…

Kim Taehyung is a freshman who already knows exactly what he wants to study in college. No doubt about it. He claims he’s known since the day he was born, like he just opened his eyes to the world and knew he was meant to study the universe. You thought he sounded ridiculous at first, but he gradually convinced you to major in the same thing, and although you were unsure in the beginning, you eventually became just as obsessed as he was about the stars and planetary alignments.

“For an Astronomy and Astrophysics major you sure look more like you were meant to study fashion” You voice as you eye him up and down. Taehyung had walked into the library clad from head to toe in designer clothing. He’s sported expensive pieces in the past, but this was taking it to a whole new level.

“This is how I clean up for dates” He grins. “I’ve been trying to find an opportunity to wear these shoes for ages.” He says while pointing down at a pair of fur-lined slippers he was wearing.

“No comment” You say, as begin packing your laptop into your backpack.

Taehyung takes you to the restaurant you guys went to on your first date back at the beginning of the semester. It’s a quaint little restaurant at the end of Food Street, a place that not many people go because it’s apparently “away from the fun”. In other words, it’s away from all the drinking and partying that most college students actively opt to participate in. He says it’s in celebration of your hundredth day anniversary. You didn’t even know such milestones existed, let alone he was actually keeping track of these things.

“You know what’s really cool?” Taehyung asks as the two of you sit on the roof of the restaurant finishing the last of the ice-cream dessert he had ordered, despite claiming to be too full to eat another bite, and then saying he actually has a secret stomach just for sweets.

“Hmm?”

Taehyung leans in closer to you, making a bit of heat rise to your cheeks. “Comets that come around every hundred years or so.” It almost comes out as a whisper in your ear, its soothing and gentle and a stark contrast to his normally playful personality.

“So you can make a wish?” You ask, wondering if that’s what he’s referring to.

He shakes his head. “Because they’re like stars that we can reach. Stars that aren’t so far away.” He answers as he maneuvers his hand down to yours and intertwines your fingers with his.

That night Taehyung shows you the stars you never paid attention to and talks about the universe in even more fascinating ways than he’s ever had before. He shares his dreams of going into space one day if the opportunity ever arose and tells you everything he wants to see and everything he wants to do. He basically shares his whole mind with you, a mind that he normally doesn’t open up to everyone because few people are able to understand him.

But he says that you can, and so he shares with you three words that you will never forget in that lifetime.

…

Present

According to Supreme Leader Jeon Jungkook, Kim Namjoon is the best aerospace engineer on Aurora VII. He’s the inventor of the new series of starships that travel just below the speed of light, and testing has gone smoothly so far, meaning they could be up and running within the next five years.

“It’s very nice to meet you” Namjoon says as he shakes your hand.

“How did you come up with all of this?” You ask, gaping at all of the modules and spaceship engines he’s designed and built. The lab was filled to the brim with different prototypes and miniature models. Virtual visualizations of the larger parts of the giant spacecraft were displayed on the computer screens that lined the room.

He chuckles. “Well, I’ve had some help.” He points at the robot arms hanging from the ceiling. “Monie. My artificially intelligent system.”

“Ahh.” You respond, still in awe but coming to realization.

“As much as I like to take credit for designing all of this, it was actually the blueprints left behind by previous supreme leaders that sparked the idea initially.” Namjoon explains.

“Seokjin, Yoongi, and Taehyung?”

He nods. “Seokjin was a very practical leader. He chose to focus more on the hibernation pods and how they could be made more efficient to sustain life for even longer periods of time, by slowing down metabolic processes even more so than they already are.”

“So you built them into the ship” You say. Namjoon nods again.

“The outer design of the ship was actually Yoongi’s original sketch.

“Now it makes sense why it looks so sleek and aerodynamic” You comment, while staring at the miniature version kept inside a glass display.

“But the most important element was the speed. As you are probably already aware, there are places in the universe that even with our advanced technology, we can only dream of reaching.”

You turn to look at Namjoon, interest yet again stimulated by the idea of going even farther into the depths of space.

“Taehyung. He thought of using antimatter to generate photons. He noted something along the lines of using light to travel like light.” Namjoon says. “He was a big believer in light, saying that it counteracts the darkness in space. And he loved all suns because all suns are stars, and all stars are sources of light.” Namjoon pauses.

You think he’s finished explaining, but the next thing he says tugs at your heart enough to recall a time in the life you lived before this very one.

“He once wrote that he hopes that light will be able to reach every corner of the universe.”

…

Flashback to past life 3

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Great. The drink machine was malfunctioning again. Why was it always doing this? You had paid for gold membership, so it was suppose to allow you to get all of the drink options. Water just wasn’t going to cut it today.

“Here, let me help you” You turn to see another passenger on the ship walk up to the machine and press in a passcode.

A cup dispenses and hot coffee begins to fill it.

You learn that the passenger’s name is Kim Taehyung, and he’s not a passenger, he’s an astronaut and actually part of the crew. You also learn that he’s only on call for maintenance, as he wasn’t deemed physically adept enough to do the really hardcore work. Most astronauts these days are products of genetic engineering, basically athletes with optimized physical abilities. But being an outcome of natural birth didn’t stop Taehyung from sneaking into the space program and joining the fiftieth group of explorers to travel to Mars.

You were also part of that fiftieth group of people relocating to Mars. But you were there as a paying passenger in hopes of finding a new life after earth had finally reached carrying capacity and there was simply no room to live comfortably on the home planet.

“I’ve never really learned how to just like something, I’ve always just let it consume me.” Taehyung says as the two of you were sharing a drink at the space bar. There was jazz music playing subtly in the background and the large glass window of the spacecraft offered the most magnificent view of the Earth in the distance, shrouded in misty clouds that wrapped around the blue sphere and the blinding light of the sun even further away.

“You’ve dreamed of coming to space for that long, huh?” You ask, slightly amused at how someone can be so obsessed with something like this.

“I don’t know. I just wake up feeling like I have this mission to light up the darkness.” He says, while taking a sip of his cocktail.

“Light up the darkness?” You laugh, and this is the first time in a long time someone has made you laugh like this.

He grins, and it almost looks silly, but it also feels like home.

“I think… ” Taehyung trails off. He pauses for an unnaturally long period of time in an attempt to build suspense. “Space was just void until the stars came to be.”

“Yeah” You reply, trying to suppress your giggle. “It’s dark until you turn on the lights.”

He scratches the back of his neck, realizing how anticlimactic his statement was, and also realizing he looks kind of dumb right about now.

“But no, I get what you’re trying to say.” You voice after the urge to laugh has gone away. “I thought space was a scary place until I put my focus on the stars.”

“And realize it’s absolutely gorgeous, right?” His face brightens like an excited puppy.

You look at him endearingly and nod.

…

It was in this life that you first began having thoughts of exploring space and discovering even more planets outside the solar system and beyond.

You fell in love with Kim Taehyung sooner than you probably should’ve, but some instinct seems to have told you that your time with him in this life would not last long.

At first you thought it was because him being part of the maintenance staff on spacecrafts, he would be traveling between the earth and mars for the majority of his life. It was like being an army wife on a whole other level, because that trip was a long journey and time was so precious, you literally only had time to stargaze when he was visiting.

But one thing about stargazing on Mars was that it was even more clear and magical, because the atmosphere on the red planet is less dense, devoid of clouds and mist from water formations. There are also more undeveloped areas void of human remnants, rocky cliffs with no trees to block the boundless nighttime sky.

After joining the colony in Mars, you were soon accepted into the space program there, after voluntarily applying of course. Thinking that maybe this would allow you to be with Taehyung, but the universe was clearly against you because one day you receive the type of ground shattering news that leaves you gasping for air.

It was a report that the spacecraft sent to earth had malfunctioned and that all the passengers aboard were lost in space. Lost in space?! Being lost in the ocean on earth was impossible to find as it is, but lost in space? Might as well just say they were sucked into a black hole.

Just imagining Taehyung as space dust floating endlessly in the dark would cause you heartwrenching pain, the kind that never goes away and comes back with a vengeance. For someone who loved light so much, how could the universe throw him into the black abyss?

He was probably scared.

He was probably calling out for you.

He was probably searching for home.

And so with unwavering resolve, you had vowed to make the entire universe home, a promise that would follow you to your next life.

…

Present

“I haven’t told Supreme Leader Jeon yet, but we’ve detected new activity on this planet that may suggests it’s being sucked into a black hole.” Namjoon says while rapidly typing on his ginormous supercomputer.

“How accurate are the readings?” You ask, peering over at the screen.

“Only 50%, but that’s pretty high given the distance. I’m calling Jeon now to see if he’ll change his orders in light of this new information.”

You nod and begin pacing back and forth, rubbing your nervous hands together. What will Jungkook say? Will he tell us to proceed? Finding a new habitable planet is a very rare occurrence; he wouldn’t give it up this easily would he?

You hear Namjoon’s voice explaining the situation as a muffle because you are still trapped in your own thoughts.

Then you hear Jungkook’s voice through the video call. “Perhaps we should abandon plans of colonizing that planet and search for others.” Jungkook suggests. For some reason you had hoped that he would be the relentless overlord type and order everyone to proceed with the plans as scheduled, because then you wouldn’t be having to play devil’s advocate now.

“Even so, it would still be light years away from being sucked in completely.” You cut in. “We can still check it out.”

“Y/N, I can’t give you an exact percentage of the risks, but it’s much safer to let it go.” Namjoon says.

“I’m not opposed to sending a small crew over to test the waters.” Jungkook interrupts.

“But Supreme Lea-” Namjoon begins, but you are quick to cut him off.

“I will gather a team together and go once the ship is ready,” You state.

Jungkook nods, giving you the ok. Not like he or anyone could’ve stopped you anyways. Even Namjoon’s warnings were not enough to make you change your mind.

In the next year, you learn a few things about this new planet. It’s five hundred lightyears away in the furthest reaches of the Andromeda galaxy. The intelligent life on Trisolaris, a planet that was eventually destroyed by one of its three suns, had records of its abundance in a material that has yet to be found anywhere else in the universe. This coveted element is said to be located at the planet’s core and is self regenerating in a way that may redefine the first law of thermodynamics. The Trisolarians possessed technology even more advanced than the human race much earlier on. They would’ve been destined to do great things, but the fate of their planet ultimately prevented them from spreading beyond their trisolar system. But luckily they were nice enough to gift humanity with the abundance of information they had collected over their existence as an intelligent species before their race perished in collision with one of their suns.

“It’s a pity that the Three-Body Problem has yet to be solved” You voice as you look up from the data you were analyzing.

“It’s a result of the way the problem is set up in classical mechanics. With quantum it’s easy.” Namjoon replies to your comment nonchalantly.

He’s right of course, but solving it mathematically still would not have saved the Trisolarians from the sporadic and unpredictable orbits of their three suns.

Life on Aurora VII has for the most part been uneventful, besides exploring the uninhabited lands with Hoseok once in a while; you had been spending most of your time in Namjoon’s lab anyways. He has quite a nice library with a comprehensive collection of actual, physical books, something you hadn’t seen before in this lifetime. It was a room with large crystal clear walls, open to the natural scenery of Aurora VII’s various plant species and deeply rooted trees that were probably thousands of years old.

Namjoon is still working on perfecting the antimatter engine of the spacecraft, but these days, he’s been distant, not as philosophical as he had been when you first met him. It maybe the stress, or he’s just not as passionate about this project as he had been in the past.

Progress has been made, but not quick enough for your liking. And this was especially true when you had received the news that other human colonies on other planets have also began planning to mine the new planet for it’s unique material before everything is sucking into the black hole.

You quickly learn that unified expansion was not the number one goal any longer because the seeds of competition within the human race have been sowed, and the conquest and the utilization of natural resources has inevitably become the top priority.

…

“Commander, the ship’s engine has a minor malfunction. We need to consider aborting.” Park Jimin’s voice was the first sound you hear through the high-pitched ringing in your eardrums.

So this was why you had been awoken from your hibernation pod.

Mind still groggy and vision slightly askew from essentially being asleep for over a century, you shake your head a few times to register his statement.

“Are there enough escape modules?” You ask.

Of course, you had already predicted such a malfunction would occur. After all, Namjoon had made it quite clear to you that the spacecraft was not ready as it had not yet passed safety regulations, but you went ahead and embarked on this dangerous excursion anyways. He couldn’t have stopped you, despite his courageous attempts out of genuine concern and care. No one could.

“We are short of those, but there’s a starship nearby that is offering to take a few of us back.”

“Back?” You repeat his words. “Back as in, in the other direction?”

Jimin nods, face looking hopeful and encouraging.

Your obsession with discovering new planets and thirst for the impression of owning them was a massive understatement. Because when you see the nod of your trusty comrade who’s eyes turn into two crescent moons whenever he smiles, you don’t feel the relief that you should. You don’t feel thankful to have such compassionate people by your side, and instead your mind searches for ways to keep trekking despite obviously walking towards your doom. You always knew your mindset was unhealthy, it had become that way a long time ago, but still you chose to ignore the fact that you had gradually become fixated with owning every last inch of the universe, understanding it, improving it, and controlling it, to a point where nothing else mattered.

…

The spacecraft that came to the rescue, the Starship Hera, is a ship that harbors 10,000 passengers, and one of its commanders goes by the name of Kim Taehyung.

“Are you saying we have no choice but to turn back?” You ask Jimin as you follow him into the control room.

“Captain Y/N, even if the ship was functioning optimally, we would have to turn back.” Jimin says. He pulls up a reading on the radar. “The new planet has already begun its descent into the black hole. By the time we get there-”

Jimin stops speaking mid sentence at the sound of the control room door opening.

“Greetings Commander Park and Captain Y/N” You hear a smooth baritone voice come from behind you.

Your breath hitches in your throat and you slowly whip your head around to see who you know it is.

Kim Taehyung

There’s something about that man with a charmingly distinctive boxy smile that seems to remain constant in every life you’ve ever met him. Something firm, resolute, and unchanging in this turbulent space we like to call life and existence. Something that measurements like time tries to be but fails miserably at.

The crew unanimously decides to abandon ship. Even Park Jimin has dropped out, not that you expected him to stay anyways. But you, on the other hand, aren’t as able to readily let go…at least not yet.

You decide to give yourself some more time to think, and for some reason Commander Kim Taehyung decides to wait. No one tries to stop him or you because there is one last escape pod, with a large enough capacity to fit two people, and all the other passengers have already boarded Starship Hera and the other pods.

“Does the universe go on forever?” Taehyung asks as he looks out at the darkness. The darkness speckled with botches of shiny glitter, like sparkling diamonds scattered in soil.

“If there is an answer for that, I guarantee I’ll be the first one to find out.” You reply as you sit next to him in the control room. “I want space to be more beautiful, I want to see more of it. I need to know what is still out there that has yet to be ignited.”

“Did you know that there are pocket-sized worlds that feel even bigger than entire multiverses?” Taehyung says suddenly.

You do not understand what he means initially. How can something smaller feel bigger? How can something finite be larger than the infinite?

“I have a lot of dreams about space.” He pauses, taking a soft breath. “In my dreams, I’m always a lonely boy who viewed the immeasurable universe from one position.” Taehyung glances at you, probably wondering if you are still listening. He isn’t aware that at that moment, he has your undivided attention. “I’ve traveled in space for a long, long time, and yet it’s never as picturesque as it is in my dreams. That’s when I realized that only by standing afar are you able to gaze at its vast beauty and mystery.”

You had forgotten what it had been that drew your attention, your love, your passion for the universe and its stars. You had been trapped in an endless progression. You had been determined to reach for what laid millions of miles away. Perpetually reaching out, and by doing so neglecting what was near and dear.

“There is no crew aboard this ship, I will accept your decision.” He finishes.

It was perhaps because of something else, something that began long ago and something you are just seeing now, that conveyed to you that you will never find what you are looking for out there.

And that something turned out to be the looking glass.

Kim Taehyung

He is the lens that captures the cosmic scenery, the celestial light that graces the sky for eternities. And all that is out there is nothing without such a reference point.

He is the corner of the universe, and after centuries and lifetimes of unending searches in the boundless silence of space, it is only now that you realize what you had been looking for had never been out there.

And so you look into the warm eyes of your comrade Kim Taehyung, and whisper three simple words.

“Let’s turn back”

…

An earlier story had begun on earth, one that came before the one you knew of.

“The sky is so pretty” Your eyes are glistening as you wait for the comet to polish the sky with dazzling lights. It is dusk, and the sun has already disappeared and all that remains are the fading warm hues of yellows and oranges tinting the extensive dark blue palette.

You are sitting on top of a rolling hill with mild gusts of wind blowing ripples into the sea of grass and wild flowers. The air is unpolluted, and the weather is comfortably warm and sincere. Fluffy clouds are afloat here and there, and you can almost imagine falling into their softness.

The boy next to you stirs. “I wish I could gift it to you”

“What? The sky?”

He nods.

“You can’t do that, silly. The sky doesn’t belong to anyone, and probably never will.”

“Can we pretend I can?”

You turn to look at the boxy smile spread across his face. Little did you know, that game of pretend is why he always had his head titled up at the stars. Why he choose to study them in his next life, why he worked so hard to go into space the life after that, and why he’s always been a reliable soldier in humanities conquest of the universe for every life after that.

It’s because you were his stars and he was your corner of the universe.

…

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The power blinked, threatening to fail with each flicker before the bulbs popped, sizzling with their death. Glass shattered and littered the floor. The hallway became washed in inky darkness, along with it's lone occupant.

Freezing for a moment, Riku allowed his eyes to adjust somewhat to the dark before taking a tentative step forward, trying his best to keep off the shards of glass around his feet. His fingers brushed against the walls as he felt his way around the house. He made sure to avoid making as much noise as possible while he made his way to the kitchen.

The kitchen was the way out. The sliding glass door should be unlocked and it would be a quick sprint around the cabin to the cars parked out front. Once outside he could leave and get help for everyone.

He could make it.

He could do this.

But his heart was pounding, deafening him to his surroundings and making him clumsy as he struggled to escape. Every nerve was alight with adrenaline and fear as he stepped on the sticky, soaked tile of the kitchen. Heart hammering in his chest, he took another step, surprised to find even more viscous fluid underfoot.

Because of his perplexed state, Riku nearly toppled over the corpse of his dear friend. It was only by chance that when his hands shot out to catch him as he stumbled in surprise that he grabbed the island in the middle of the kitchen.

Unseeing blue eyes stared at him. Messy, spiky brunet hair streaked a darker shade of brown from gore stuck to baby fat laden cheeks, and an expression that could only be described as unfathomable pain was etched into Sora's face.

Riku’s stomach lurched and he had to slap a hand over his mouth to keep from crying out in surprise. Leaning heavily against the fridge, Riku breathed through his mouth to keep from vomiting at the messy scene before him.

His best friend was laying in a puddle of his own blood, throat slit ear to ear leaving a gaping and fatal wound in its wake. Several more gashes could be made out along his torso, obvious of a ferocious and aggressive attack. Whoever was picking his friends off one by one was brutal in their work, and it shook Riku to the core knowing he could be the only one left at this point.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered, voice trembling with emotion as he stared down at the body on the floor. Every part of him screamed to get moving, his fight-or-flight urging him to flee to safety. He needed to get to one of the cars outside and get help.

He needed to live, at least long enough to hopefully save the rest of his friends. He needed to at least bring someone back to get the bodies. They all deserved a proper burial if nothing more.

Tears welled up in his eyes as he looked away and mumbled another ‘I’m sorry’. He quickly made to leave, knowing that if he remained in one place too long he would definitely be next on the list of victims of the night. However, as he went to step over the prone body of his best friend, Riku slipped on the wet tile and fell into the mess of viscera that was scattered about the floor with an audible shout and crash of limbs colliding.

The ‘dead’ body beside him snorted in laughter as Riku groaned, a small flash of anger welling for a moment as the director shouted cut and the dark room they were in suddenly flooded with light from rigs above them. Blinking at the harsh light, Riku made another noise of discomfort as he shifted around on his friend as he attempted to stand.

“You okay, Riku?” Sora asked as he attempted to sit up. The brunet shifted and squirmed beneath the heavier bulk of his co-star until Riku got off him. The sticky mess clinging to him didn't seem to phase the younger man at all. “That looked like a hard fall.”

“Nothing a long, hot shower can’t fix.” Riku made sure to let his voice carry over the clamor of the crew shuffling around and trying to fix the scene around them once more.

“Both of you go get cleaned up and be back in thirty,” the director sighed out, raking a hand through his hair as he slumped in his chair. “We need to get this one scene done then we can call it a day.”

Soft cheers from surrounding crew members abounded before they began to work faster in hopes of making it through the next hour quicker.

They had been filming for four straight hours now, the end of the day close and after falling into a puddle of corn syrup and food coloring, Riku was relishing the thought of calling it a day. While he didn’t have what some would call a difficult job, it became mentally and physically taxing to do as much as he needed to for the perfect scene for a movie.

“Really, man, you didn’t hurt yourself, right?” Sora asked once again as he took the proffered helping hand to stand up.

“Most of my weight landed on you.” Riku laughed before grimacing at the sticky feel of fake blood dribbling down his stomach. “You were a soft enough cushion.”

“Gee, thanks.” The brunet tried his best to sound offended, but the lopsided grin on his face betrayed his emotions. He started to whimper and whine, rubbing at his sides in an exaggerated manner. “All that muscle makes you dense, Riku. I think you broke a rib or two.”

It was always astounded to Riku just how well Sora could go from the fun loving, goofy guy he’d known for several years now to the serious, respected actor he had become.

When they first met Sora was a boy of fourteen, freckled face bright and new to the world of movies and horror. In truth, Riku never expected him to make it past his first movie due to how carefree a spirit the boy was.

Sora was a definite goofball and loved making people laugh and smile, but could evoke the most heart wrenching reactions when he played the victim or hero when asked of him.

While Riku was strictly a horror actor, Sora had branched out into working with the action and adventure genres as well as the slasher he was involved in working on today. Once he landed a major recurring role on a popular television series about a crime fighting teen, Sora's fame seemed to explode overnight and it was getting harder for the two to work together.

Riku was proud to see how far Sora had come in the years they had known each other. Even when they didn’t have a project together, the two often were always around each other or at least in contact in some way. They both easily called each other their best friend, even if Sora was so quick to get along with and always made a new friend or five with each new script handed to him.

Still, Riku loved that about his friend. Sora being bright and beautiful and friendly as he was what made made Sora himself, and Riku would never want that to change.

"Are we still going out later?" Riku asked while slinging his arm around Sora's shoulders.

Sora hummed in contemplation, allowing himself to be pulled along towards the row of trailers that were set up for everyone on set today. "Depends on if you want me to crawl in another abandoned hotel or not."

A grin flashed onto Riku's face and he hugged the shorter male against him, delighting in the way Sora began squirming in his grip as the fake blood rubbed off on him.

"It didn't turn out so bad," he admonished, letting his voice drip with a fake level of offense. "You definitely had fun last night."

"Riku it's just so....." Sora's face scrunched up in thought. "It's just so creepy when we go urban exploring. What if we stumble on something weird? Like a murder?"

Tossing his head back Riku let out a bark of laughter. "Then we run!"

Sora shoved the arm around his shoulder off. "Riku, I'm serious."

"I'd never let anything happen to you." The words rang with such sincerity it caused the brunet to blush. "But no, tonight we're just going out for drinks. Kairi wants to talk to me about another television series."

Blue eyes were staring expectantly at him, almost daring him to say he was going to turn his manager down again without hearing her out.

"We'll talk about it then," Riku sighed, running a hand through his hair only to be thwarted by a tangled mess. "I just don't really want to do another show. I like movies better."

Sora shrugged before lacing his fingers with Riku's as they continued walking through the different stages and sets in the spacious warehouse. It wasn't uncommon for the two to hold hands. Sora was a very physically affectionate person.

"I support you in whatever you do, Riku," the brunet said softly. "But at least read the script before turning it down this time."

Riku hummed before the two lapsed into comfortable silence as they trekked back to the trailers to clean up. He felt the warm, reassuring comfort of Sora's hand in his. The soft pad of Sora's thumb rubbing circles against the back of his hand almost calming him and making him rethink turning his manager down tonight.

#ark writes #scream king au #Kingdom Hearts #Sora #Riku

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Who I am. A “brief” aside

I became jaded and hard because of my experiences. The general whining of so many who had no idea really what a bad day was all about. I was hard on new hires, and students because what we did mattered and because I was hard on myself. It wasn’t just a title, to be a paramedic. It was a responsibility. A responsibility to a scared mother who thrust her dying child into your arms at 0230 your first day on the trucks. You don’t get to call timeout. You may not be able to ask for help. You have to know, even with all that fear gripping your soul. You have to push it aside and react, you have to do. You’ve got to know.

So I was hard in a controlled setting. Where I could help you if you floundered. Where you weren’t alone. I was exacting and my standards were high. I never expected perfection, just progress. If you started with me the phrase I wanted to hear initially was, “I don’t know”. Far better to admit a weakness than try to lie your way through it and find out you are responsible for a tragic turn of events. Yet ego drove so many people. They had to be right, or at least not wrong. This hard exacting nature burned me; no it blew up in my face.

This part of my story has never been told en masse. Some of it can be verified if you google it, but for now I will hold off on that. It will follow in the next entry. I don’t know if it would be better if you researched it before reading my side or after. I leave it up to you when the time comes. Your choice.

I was tasked with precepting a student, A Paramedic student from a neighboring Fire Department. I was reluctant. I had seen the change in quality of the new breed, it was entitled, self serving and egocentric. When I was asked if I would take on a student I flatly said, “no”. To which my EMS Captain responded, “please, it would mean a lot to us”. I said, “fine but know I don’t want to do this”. I asked that the student at least be a Firefighter if one was available. This was done in the hopes I would get someone who would be able to perform in the environment I created for my students. This was the beginning of my end.

My student was late by 15 minutes his first day. I said as much after he walked in the door, in a less than soothing manner. We proceeded to get him settled in it was explained he was to be an active member of the crew just like at his station. We went out and started working on the truck. I was at the second busiest station in the city so it wasn’t long before we had an Emergency response. I am going to explain a few moments of interaction so if you’re confused at any point please ask.

I believed in the, “see one, do one, teach one” plan of teaching. We picked up the patient and on the way to the hospital I gave a radio report so they would know what was coming. After the report I told the student “When you’re done with you’re report you’re done. If you have to say anything at the end of it finish it with; Do you have any questions”. I followed that with why, “A lot of people say at the end of their report; do you have any questions or orders? You don’t know who is on the other side of that radio”. It is important to understand that only a Physician can give a Paramedic orders in the State of New Mexico. Not a Nurse, or another medic but a Doctor, “For all you know it could be a janitor who answers the radio and he may mean well by saying something he shouldn’t. So do not do this while you are with me, if you do I will crucify you upside down on the back of my Rescue”.

I advised the student not to give me all his reports at once. After every call you have to do a run report. As a student you are expected to complete one and have your preceptor go over it with you. I told him, “If you give me all your reports at once and they are shit I am going to give them all back and make you rewrite them all. Better to give me one or two and we can go over it together”. We went on another call, abdominal pain. On the way to the hospital we were talking about patient treatment options. No people we don’t need to get the Doctor to tell us what to do. We have protocols/guidelines to work with. If we get in a bind we can call a Doctor absolutely but our hands are not held. This is why its insulting to call an EMT or Paramedic an Ambulance driver.

My student would not mention giving the patient pain medication. This is not that unusual as some services are stricter than others but ours was fairly liberal.. if we felt a patient required intervention for pain we were allowed to administer it as needed. So I asked, “what about pain meds?” He didn’t think you could give them. According to his protocols at his department you couldn’t. He was working with me and under our protocols. I went to the same school he did for his Paramedic instruction. Before leaving to my internship I was given a copy of the service protocols so I would be familiar with them prior to arriving. Either he was not given the information or he didn’t study it. Either way I was bothered and it was obvious.

We got back to the station and he went to write his report. Afterwards he came out and handed me eight reports Eight. Not one or two, eight. I went through them and lo and behold, they were all shit. So he had to go rewrite them. All of them. We were busy painting the station so I told him to hurry up with the charts so he could help. Pressure in a controlled safe setting. He never did come and help. He gave me all the charts and they had to be touched up which he was not happy about but such is life. He made a sub par dinner, seemed to be fishing for accolades afterwards. They were not warranted. At the end of the night, I went of over his deficiencies and strengths. I tried to give him a pep talk. I told him it would get better as he learned more. That we all went through the frustrations of our own internship. He would be fine.

I am sure there were more moments but hose are the clearest and I am trying to be fair in my explanation. We got off our 48 hour shift and I was at home when the phone rang. I twas my student telling me he was having schedule troubles and asked if he could adjust his internship. I told him, “ Do what you have to do to take care of yourself, as long as you get your hours I do not care, its up to you”. he never showed back up, his schedule wasn’t going to work with our shift schedule.

A few weeks later I received a phone call from my Union President, something was up. I had a meeting with the Chief of the Department my first duty day. He didn’t know what it was about but I should be prepared,I asked, “prepared for what though?” he didn’t know. Since this was supposed to be informal no Union representation was going to be present. When I walked into the meeting; it wasn’t a meeting it was a God damned board of inquiry. The Chief of the Department, the Deputy Chief, the EMS Chief and my Battalion Chief. My student wrote a letter complaining about his treatment under my tutelage.

It was a four page letter describing in detail the events of our 48 hour shift. The brass lay into me about how embarrassing it was for the Department, how could I do such a thing. My reply, “What does it say”. At which point I was given the opportunity to read it. The accuracy of the letter was astonishing. My vernacular to the word. I cuss a lot people. I figure sometimes to make it stick it has to be hard and dirty to be remembered. He got it all, the chart rewrites, the threat of Crucifixion. The words of my EMS Chief “ the thing is Josh I can hear you say all these things”. This is an interesting point to remember for later. Its also important to note that I did not deny that I said any of what was written. I admitted to it. I did explain the context of it but I owned my actions. I stood tall and was unapologetic.

I left the meeting feeling deflated and betrayed. He didn’t tell me anything, no confrontation, he seemed grateful for our time together. I always tell anyone I work with for the first time that if i do anything to offend you please say something because if you don’t say anything then I cant fix it. I finished my shift feeling dejected. A few days later while at my part time job I received a phone call from a fellow Firefighter. She said she was questioned by the Chief Officers about a patient transport that her and I had shortly after my meeting.

I asked her to tell me which call. She described the call and I remembered it well. a patient with altered mental status, sudden onset, couldn’t speak or communicate in any way except grunts her eyes wide open and wild. Recent history of some kind of surgery I think. Otherwise no history of anything pertinent. I remember my differentials were: Stroke, overdose, or psych. I remember a pushy friend trying to ply her web MD wisdom on us which was curtly shut down. If you call 911, answer their questions provide any information they need. Unless your opinion will have an effect on the outcome of the patient hold your opinions to yourself. You called them, they have training, have some faith.

The transport was uneventful.. We had a student from a different program riding with us that day. No big deal. We dropped the patient off at the appropriate hospital and gave report. A Doctor I knew came in and assessed her and did a cursory rule out of a stroke. So psych or OD it was.

I walked into another meeting same players but a different tone. The Chief of the Department said something to affect of, “We got you now, a patient complained this time”. Anyone who has an altered mental status is not a reliable witness, so any complaint would be invalid plus there were witnesses. I figured it was the friend that complained. Since I was given the heads up I knew what they were talking about and I took a different attitude. One I am known for, smart-ass. I quipped “She was altered, shes not a reliable witness”.

He blew his top and screamed “Get the fuck out of my office!’ I obliged. My Battalion Chief came out and asked why I had an attitude. I told him I was tired of this bullshit and I questioned how he could allow this to happen. Allow me to be railroaded with a bullshit complaint. I was told the patient perceived that I was being hostile to her. He asked me to tone down my attitude and come back in so I could hear their concerns.

I went back into the office and was told the patient said I screamed at her. In her face. Over and over again, that I did not listen to her concerns. I blew up “What concerns!? She couldn’t talk!” I advised that this was bullshit and asked where my union representation was. This put an end to the meeting. The Union got involved, as they should have in the beginning, but we didn’t know what was happening and honestly I try to be a good soldier. I take my beatings if I deserve them and I don’t complain about my mistakes. After it was all said and done I received a written counseling that would expire in 6 months time. Then it hit me.

The student. We had a student in the back of the Rescue with me. I called the College the student attended and asked to talk to their field placement coordinator. I asked, “ has anyone contacted you from the Fire Department asking to speak with the student assigned to Rescue 1 on xx day?” The coordinator sounded a bit puzzled and said, “no, no one had called”. I asked, “did the student have any issues with her crew that you know of”. Again the coordinator replied ,”No. she said she had a great time actually”. I thanked her and advised her to call the department immediately if there were any issues. So there it was.

The Department knew they had a third party witness to the events that happened in the back of the truck that call. My partner who called me stated that she didn’t hear anything but she was driving. They took the time to interview the complainant and my partner but not someone who would have actually witnessed my actions. I am many things but I am very proud of my patient care and I strive to do my best for them. Always. I may get complaints from bystanders but never had I gotten one from the patient.

Some time went by and I found out that the patient who complained that day was the Chiefs neighbor. How the two got together in the first place I don’t know. I don’t know if her friend encouraged her to go to the Chief. Maybe she was upset she was taken to the hospital she was taken to, or maybe she was upset about the unit she was placed. It was the secure unit in the hospital for those who have psych issues.

I also found out that the paramedic student that never came back; his Uncle came into a fire station. He was a retired Firefighter from the City. he told the station Captain, a man I trust that he helped his nephew write the letter. See he was a Chief, but before he retired he got busted back down to Firefighter.

Almost done with this entry, bear with me. There are a few things I want to point out. I do my best to not lie. I own my words and actions even if there are negative consequences. I found out that honesty for the most part really is the best policy in life. I could have reduced the chances of being in this situation. If I wasn’t so hard maybe? I hate to even say that. Its served me well, 17 years in Emergency Services and my brief stint in the Army and I’m still here. I was trained by hard, driven and exacting me; professionals and masters of their craft. Yet, maybe. Maybe I shouldn’t have used so much harsh language. Maybe I should have followed up more, ensuring the student felt, safe?

Initially I felt vindicated though. I learned a valuable lesson though. The administration doesn’t care what it has to do to be right. No amount of common sense or reasoning can make a difference if their mind is made up.

More to follow

#truth #nofear #own that shit

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