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[drfrankensteinvsthequeerborgs]

Jack: "Where's Cas?"

Sam: "Dean?"

Dean: "He saved me. Billie was coming after us, and Cas summoned the Empty. It took her, and it took him. Cas is gone."

I think this episode's relative silence about Cas is actually one of the most interesting things about it because it really draws attention to the major hole in Dean's story, which is how he summoned the Empty. The Then for this episode doesn't include the "I love you" and most of the other mentions of Cas are moved to the deleted scenes, and then the one time we think he's back it's actually Lucifer doing his impersonating-your-dead-lover routine, basically what I'm saying is the lack of acknowledgement of what Cas said is the acknowledgement, it's the one thing they can't talk about, because he's still everywhere in this episode--Dean's whole "that's not who I am" indicates he hasn't simply been forgotten, however much Chuck might be trying to erase him, like I do think on some level the execs were trying to downplay what happened in the previous episode but that makes the fact that Dean internalizes what Cas said so much more poignant: the reason they don't talk about Cas is there's nothing to say; he loved Dean, and he's gone now, and Dean's still here, so he's spending the rest of the series trying to be the man Cas died for.

[accidentally-in-fictional-love]

Queue Update~

Okay, so, that James fic was supposed to come out at noon, not midnight, so now I have nothing to post today TwT

But! Now that that one's done, I have just two fics left from the first round of requests! Gunna work on the first today during my shift, I'll have the whole place to myself so there'll be no one to distract me other than customers, and it's a monday so it's bound to be pretty dead.

Since we're just down to two, I'll reveal that the first is for Jack and the second is for Johnson hehe and there'll also be a quick writing break to edit my first video request as well ;w; After those are filled I'll be able to start on the new stuff, of which I have 18 so far, holy hell you guys are amazing I still can't believe you like my writing this much Q//w//Q

Requests will still be open until Thursday morning when I wake up at 8AM EDT so if you haven't sent one in and would like to, you still have a few days left 💗💗💗

[ambiguouspuzuma]

Regicide, regicisions

Pip didn't want to be queen. She'd started this war to put an end to the old king - his insatiable greed, the raiding of their villages, the brutalising of his own subjects - not because she saw herself in his place. She didn't know the first thing about ruling. It was a low bar to follow, but she couldn't see herself upon the throne.

Unfortunately, there were a lot of people who agreed.

"That's the problem with regicide," Hari told her, a whole uprising too late. "It has a way of getting in the water, spreading around, like a particularly pervasive disease. Once you show the people that a monarch can bleed, they're rarely content with the one performance - and it's an unwise leader who sets themselves up for the encore."

It was a poisoned chalice, he explained. If the leader of the rebellion installed themselves upon the throne, they'd have to contend with a legion of assassins from all angles. Revenge, from the side who'd been displaced. Ambition, from those who thought it should have been them, now that the hard work of civil war was out of the way. Or other interested parties, those with some influence, who'd learnt that they could roll the dice if the new ruler didn't do exactly what they want.

"Too much change, or not enough - there'll be pitchforks either way."

Pip sighed. It was the morning after they'd broken the siege, and she hadn't slept enough for these decisions. But the rest of the castle would be waking soon, and so too the realm. When news of the battle filtered out, they'd want to know who ruled them. Hari had woken her for good reason, and taken her to the throne room, where the old king's body still lay on the floor. She'd done the regicide herself, and it was odd to see her hilt protruding from his chest.

"So we're in agreement." She eyed the throne. It didn't seem tempting. All she wanted right now was her bed. "I won't be queen. Let somebody else do it."

"It's not that easy, sadly," Hari said. At least he really did look sad about it. "Even those who swerve the crown are often doomed, I'm sorry to say."

"Be sorry you didn't tell me before I stuck a dagger in his heart."

"An empty throne will leave a vacuum - and if you don't fill it, here and now, there'll be plenty of other volunteers."

"Perfect. They're welcome to it." Pip went to reclaim her dagger. It gave her something to do, to stave off this feeling of impotence. "I don't want any of that. That's not what this was all about."

"You'll say that now, and they might even believe you. But when they find their own rule inevitably threatened, for any of the reasons I've mentioned, they'll look to you as the cause: friendly or not, they'll see you as a natural point for dissent to rally around, the hero of that glorious revolution, the creator of the potential they'd turned into disappointment."

"Me? A rebel?" She wiped the blade on the king's scarlet robes. It had been neat work, as her deaths always were; it was an odd thing to take pride in, but she'd never been one of the hack-and-slash types. She'd killed the guy, but there was no sense being violent about it. "I wonder what could have given them that idea."

"Well, that's part of the problem. You'll always be a replacement in waiting - a perpetual challenger to the throne. It doesn't help that you've already emptied it once. That kind of thing leaves a reputation. So, as well as vengeful loyalists and those behind you in the queue, the monarch you crown could soon come for you head."

"Perfect." Pip paused, as if seeing Hari for the first time. He'd been with her from the start, a dedicated servant of the cause, right up to that final stroke the night before. They'd been standing as they did now, facing the throne - him just behind her, as always, finishing off the king's guards as she did for the king. Even this morning, he'd chosen to wake her, to warn her, rather than let her sleepwalk into trouble. "I can trust you, right?"

"I don't want it!" Hari knew exactly what she'd meant. They'd been together long enough for that. "Have you not been listening? Poisoned chalice. It's not something you'd give to your friends."

"But not something you'd trust to your enemies. Got it." Pip looked down at the dead king, the only enemy she'd had before. She hadn't realised that striking him down would raise a dozen in his place. "How many saw him die?"

Hari took a little longer to understand that one, but then let out a little laugh of disbelief. "You want me to add some strings?"

"Not literally, but... we can say we hashed it out, came up with a compromise. We just need a figurehead, right? Then we can come up with a council of advisors, with us as the go between..."

"It sounds incredibly risky."

"Weren't you just telling me that the alternative was certain death? That I might as well have been martyred in the process?"

"Well, when you put it like that..." It was Hari's turn to sigh. Pip felt tired having been woken, but now she wondered if he'd slept at all. "We don't have a lot of time. But sure, let's give it a try."

[brckensocietyarch]

decided to work on opens for the new blog instead of drafts tonight, i've got 36/69 done, just over half, woohoo. i've decided once they are all done and ready to go i'll move to the new blog, i'll probably queue them so i don't spam post or anything but i've made sure there'll be a good ratio of males and femmes posted daily (legit 1:3 for a few then 1:2) depending on how i feel when i switch over i might queue them faster but we'll see how i go. on a this blog note, i've currently got 24 replies queued and owe 18, i'll work through more tomorrow! once again, thanks to all you beautiful people for being patient with me.

[youaregrisha-arch]

@an-endless-saga / cont. * 

𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐘𝐀 𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐓 𝐍𝐈𝐊𝐎𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐀 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐘. ❝David’s coming back?❞ Only to leave again. She hated being apart from him, but right now, Genya couldn’t even think of the touches of another. It made her sick to her stomach. 

If she went with David, she might miss the moment, though, but even if that wasn’t the case, she didn’t want David to see what had happened. To see her so broken in this way. To see her tarnished-- 

So Genya shook her head. ❝I can’t,❞ she whispered to Nikoletta. Even as the thought of staying didn’t sit well with her either, it made more sense to stay than to go. She was a fighter, a warrior. 

And fighters didn’t run. 

You’re right, our family is important, the mental connection with Nikoletta roared to life as Aleksander responded. But so is the mission. The goal. Genya knows that, Nikoletta. She can do this.

[unscrxpted]

Sam laughed a little when she messed up his hair, reaching up to fix it. It had been a long time since anyone had done that. Since anyone seemed to care about him. It was nice.

He nervously picked at his cuticles. He almost didn't want to leave. Having someone care... he almost didn't mind that it was likely a djinn's trick. Almost.

"When's Mr. McCoy supposed to be home?"

changingthelegacy​:

Sam took a deep breath, chuckling. “Anytime. Really, Hannah. Anytime.” He looked up at Carol and shrugged. “I did what Dean used to do for me. I was right here, so…” He smiled. “Don’t worry, Mrs. McCoy. I’ll teach you what I know.”

Hannah smiles softly, taking another bite of the sandwich Sam had gotten her. Carol sighs softly and ruffles Sam’s hair affectionately as she returns to her work, though she glances back at him.

She doesn’t want him to leave. Doesn’t want him to go back there, to what he was doing before they met him. She wants him to be safe and cared for. And he’s still so stubborn.

She knows she can’t force him. But she wants him to stay. And she knows the kids and Leonard do, too.

[askmrgrizz]

Welcome to Grizz's Blog!

SPOILERS ALL OVER THIS BLOG!

Golden Meter: 7,178/10k

Golden Drawing Queue: 1 to be drawn, 0 done

(the golden meter has been removed due to a lack of motivation!)

After the events of Splatoon 3 Hero Mode, Mr. Grizz is floating through space, when he finds a floating old computer. He loads it up and finds 'Splatnet 3' on it. He decides to start a blog, representing Grizzco, to help him return, possibly better, morally or strength-wise.

ANYWAY-

This is gonna be a text-only ask blog for funsies, with something added!

The Golden Meter! There are several ways to fill it!

Ways to fill it:

If you finish a game of Salmon Run (2 or 3, failed or no), feel free to send an ask just with the number of eggs collected overall in the match! Each egg is 2 points!

Every ask adds 5 points to it!

If you rank up, level up, etc. in any Splatoon game, that's 10 points if you tell me via ask!

Tumblr Milestones for this blog give 100 points!

There'll be milestones for points that trigger events, art, gifts and other things!

[drfrankensteinvsthequeerborgs]

memory loss!Dean is very important to me, because the main thing he forgot was his fear, without it and the toxic masculinity that is its symptom, he's so soft and trusting, just chock full of love, this is the Dean Cas sees underneath, the one who forgets to hate himself

[youaregrisha-arch]

𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐀 𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐒 𝐎𝐍, those words echoing in her head. Like a story on repeat, she can’t shake them. Was this right? Was this fair? She knows that Nikoletta is wrong, deep inside, Alina knows it, but as she listens to those broken words, as she can’t help but turn her gaze to the Darkling--flicking her eyes momentarily to him even as they all enter--she has to wonder...

She doesn’t want the power, the responsibility, the hope of the entire nation resting on her shoulders. It isn’t fair-- she just wants a good life, not to be martyr to the world over. This isn’t right--

Genya gasps, and Ivan is as stoic as ever; she sees them too, briefly, even as she can’t look away from the scene in front of her. Hands cup Genya’s mouth, like the redhead can’t believe what she’s seeing. Even for the briefest of moments does Ivan’s stoicism seem to falter. Are those tears in his eyes? Alina can’t help but wonder. 

But it is the Darkling that holds the majority of her focus. The shadows that are strengthening in the room, the way his ability makes them--not dance in the light, like she’s seen, but cover the room, threads reaching towards the Apparat. 

❝NO!❞ she shouts, throwing a bit of light out in order to try and break the shadows. She can’t see the other killed, even if a part of her (buried deep, deep inside) almost wishes to do it herself. How could he? 

The Price of Greed

@youaregrisha

The Apparant collapsed to his knees, his sword falling to the ground. He reached for Nikoletta as she clung to the wall.

She glared, her eyes white hot in the gloom of the chapel.

"This - this is your love brother of mine? This is your show of fraternity? You wound me beyond repair?"

The Apparant gazed up at her, his cloak suddenly looked to big for him. The exhaustion of his long years finally showing.

"I - this needs to end sister. I won't kill him - I make you live through that pain. Not like I have, we must - this must end. This - this was the only way."

The light was beginning to bleed away from the room, rushing back to her. The blood from her gut was coming faster.

The door was kicked down, Ivan and Genya were first to enter.

But Alina's eyes were on the Darkling - the words echoing again from the Apparant.

"They are two sides of the same coin, light and dark, fear and hope, war and victory...death and destruction. I tried to save her, I tried to lead her back to the warmth of the gods, of the saints but she didn't listen. My sister refused to leave his embrace. I didn't have a choice - you must stand against them. You must do what my sister could not - be our light, be our torch in the night."

Then he had run her through, the stone around her painted in ruins of silence and numbness.

----------

She turned to the doorway, her unshackled arm reached for the people in the doorway.

"My family, my - Genya you are my sister, Ivan, the little brother I lost to hatred and greed....and Alexsander, stay with me? Kill them after this?"

The Apparant looked to be smiling, but it was a broken one - one Alina had seen on Baghra's face many times.

One of pity and heartache.

"Say what you will sister, we are bound in blood and duty. I will gladly die for my sins but stopping you isn't one of them."

[drfrankensteinvsthequeerborgs]

Dean: "Being a hunter means living a life of sacrifice. Not a lot of room for dreams. But you open your heart, and get a little lucky, you'll find you gain more than you lose."

Dean's finally starting to believe a better ending is possible for him

[silentwcrds]

sparenonearchives​:

               her  lips  quickly  shut  when  he  shook  his  head .  she  knew  what  it  meant .  even  after  all  these  years ,  she  remembered  very  well .  the  TOUCH  of  his  fingers  tracing  along  her  cheek  made  her  close  her  eyes  and  take  a  deep  breath .  never  was  his  touch  not  soothing  at  all  .  a  certain  EASE  running  through  her .  she  licked  her  lips .  “  i  never  expected  it .  somehow –  they  remained  hidden  out  of  my  watch  .  “  she  replied .  “  they  are  smart  but – binding  me  isn’t  the  smartest  thing  to  do . “  

      she  opened  her  eyes , meeting  his  and  a  frown  formed  at  her  lips .  “  i  don’t  think  he  knows  about  us . . and  if  he  does ,  he  hasn’t  spoken  about  it .  “  she  moved  a  hand  to  rest  at  his  waist .  “  if  you  WANT  me  free ,  you  will  need  a  powerful  unbinding  spell .  tristan  has  one  strong  bind  on  me  to  him .  which  has  me  wondering  why  he  hasn’t  called  me  back  to  him  yet … “ 

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐒𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐒, it started to form on Elijah’s expression, even if the whole matter wasn’t a happy one. ❝Freya will look into it,❞ he said, convinced that his sister would be able to find an answer. An answer that would free Azrael from the Strix’s hold. From Tristan’s hold, specifically. ❝We will find a way.❞ We have to. Because having her at the whims of someone like Tristan de Martel wasn’t something Elijah was going to stand for. ❝Between her knowledge and my mother’s spellbooks, there is bound to be something strong enough...❞ 

Though how iTristan had managed it in the first place-- That would be a problem for another day. 

Fingers traced her cheek still, like Elijah needed to commit her to memory, should something happen. ❝I wouldn’t be too surprised if he does know,❞ the Original murmured, whispered words flowing regretfully from his lips. ❝I have no doubt he’s waiting for the most inopportune time to bring you back to him--and away from me.❞

@sparenone​

[oh-hawkeye]

Okay, I'm not giving up yet. I'vr found some solutions.

Luckily, last Saturday I managed to get the timing right because I did the posting manually (otherwise it would be a fuck up, as I posted the posts while there were in the queue, where they had their scheduled time, and yet didn't move when the time came). It's one of those moments that make you question what the hell you're doing with your life. However certain someone told me that posting the gifsets with the exact 50 years timing is a great idea so I'm gonna continue despite the mess. At least when I'm able.

I know that the last Saturday may have worked not only because of manual posting, but also because there were only two posts, and they were spaced far enough. The week before that there were 4 posts and 3 of them minute after minute, which could make the whole thing crash even even done manually.

Oh, and it's not like that is the solution for everything because I was so stressed to get the timing for the gifsets right (yeah, I know, what the fuck became of my life...) that I completely forgot about a text quote I had in my drafts and didn't post it at all. So, in a way, a post was lost because of the scheduling not working.

I'm not sure how many sets there'll be today, I haven't worked that out yet, but there will be at least 4 so I can only hope for the best. I will post them manually (I hope I will do that on time, as I'm easily distracted) and we'll see.

I'd really like today to go well because some of those gifs are my favourites. Hawkeye is wearing a cardigan, I don't think I need to say more.

I'm gonna scream, I give up!

Once again Tumblr messed up the timing of the scheduled posts. Four separate posts! Four out of four I'd scheduled for today.

The first one's 6 minutes late, the second - 2 minutes late, and the other two are MIA. They disappeared from the queue almost on time, but they're still not on the blog.

I hate Tumblr!!! *angry tears* It was such a good idea to post gifs on the scenes' exact anniversary. It was such fun at first. And now it's crap.

[youaregrisha-arch]

𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐀 𝐃𝐈𝐃𝐍’𝐓 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐊. It was as if her head was spinning with everything Nikoletta was telling her. Perhaps a part of her had thought the woman was manipulated by the Darkling. Now, she wasn’t so sure. 

She blushed, her eyes averted from the happy scene playing outside. This was a side of him she hadn’t ever seen. And it was-- strange. To see the stoic, strong, manipulative and evil man that she knew he was behave so... happily. 

Am I wrong? she had to wonder to herself. Am I wrong about him? About her? Mal would be telling her not to doubt herself, that she’d seen the truth, that both of them were evil and horrid and-- 

But what if that wasn’t the case? 

Was her thinking really so wrong that she couldn’t understand this? Maybe he’d been right, maybe Nikoletta was right. She was still so young--at least compared to both of them. 

❝I don’t understand,❞ Alina muttered, more to herself than actually expecting Nikoletta to answer her. She lifted her gaze to the outside scene, the laughter and smile on the Darkling’s face, the sound of the young boy shrieking with joy... ❝You know what he is. What he’s done. And it doesn’t--It doesn’t bother you? It doesn’t make you see him... differently?❞ Like he’s a manipulative and evil person? 

She hadn’t wanted to believe Baghra those weeks ago, but she had. The pieces had been so easy to accept. But now, with Nikoletta, Alina was more confused than ever. 

Reflection

@youaregrisha

"Why? What do you mean why? You think I just blindly followed him like you did?"

She shrugged and turned to the window watching Dimitri and Alexsander practicing.

"I made him promise to not break my heart, I made him promise to forge a relationship with our son. Do you know what he said? That he would do it not because I had asked that of him, but because he wished to. He loves our children Alina. You see him as a monster, as evil and incapable of it - but he isn't."

She turned smiling as she saw Alexsander darted over and grabbed Dimitri around the waist making him shriek.

Alexsander threw his head back and laughed, turning to kiss his cheek before he let Dimitri jump from his arms.

*That boy does not like to sit still.*

*I know, getting him to sit long enough for breakfast and morning prayer is a chore everyday.*

Alina watched the scene, her stomach twisting - another child came to mind. One with a mother both trying to outrun the Fold - and failing.

She had a sinking feeling about Nicoletta, was it love or manipulation? Was this what her life would have become if she had given herself to him that night?

Was this the life her child would have had? Sequestered away in a gilded cage, her days spent pining for someone who would have soon killed her than let her walk away from him?

"He - he wanted me, he - he wanted to make me his did you know that?"

Did you know that and still stay? Did you know that and still believe he loves you?

She hummed and gave a one shoulder shrug.

"Is that suppose to make me jealous? Scared? Angry? We've known each other for 120 years Alina. You are not competition, if he wants you I don't care. It's not like I sit here waiting for him to come home."

She turned and gave Alina a sly smirk.

"It's not like I do not have others in my bed when he isn't here."

Alina felt her nails dig into the wood paneling of the window. For the first time she wondered if this Nicoletta wasn't just complicit, not just brainwashed but just as evil as him. That child - however many they had needed to be taken from them.

"Does he know? What if he finds them?"

Nicoletta shrugged.

"He knows, he's never stopped me before. If care at all I told him to seduce you. It's easier to have someone do something if it's under the pretense of love and not fear."

[youaregrisha-arch]

𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐀 𝐇𝐀𝐃𝐍’𝐓 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐎𝐅 𝐇𝐈𝐌 𝐁𝐄𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄. Not until this point. She nearly jumped, flinched, when his hand banged on the table, like that hard-wrought control he bore suddenly snapped. 

❝She was a Sun Summoner?❞ Alina found herself voicing that question before she could stop it. Was this why there had been rumors of one in the past? Why legends existed? Because of--whoever it was he’d loved? Was he even capable of that? 

Of course he said so, but Alina had a hard time believing it now. Baghra’s words echoed in her mind, reasons not to trust him. Not to believe his manipulations. And yet, there was a part of Alina that almost, desperately, wanted to believe him. 

He seemed like he needed that-- 

❝I don’t want to talk to Genya about it. I want you to be honest with me, for once.❞ Had everything he said before been lies? She didn’t want to think so, but again, Alina couldn’t shake Baghra’s warnings. She looked at Ivan as he came in the door, and shook her head. ❝Talk to me, please. Help me understand!❞

Understanding

@youaregrisha

He slammed his hand on the table, his control snapping, the cabin filled with rolling black waves.

"You think I have never loved? You think I don't know what it's like to worship someone as if they hung the sun and moon in the sky? You think I have never gotten my heart broken?"

He stalked toward Alina, rage in his eyes making his hands shake.

"There - she was like you Alina in her powers. But she understood what you refuse to realize - that we must stand together against everything that will divide us."

He looked at his hands, at the way they shook.

"My mother was right, I am weak. You want me to be honest? You want to talk? Fine, let's talk."

He turned away, the rolling black waves subsiding. His power hung in the air - dark tendrils heavy like an inky mist.

"She - she said she'd come back, that I shouldn't let my hope die and I thought -"

He swallowed and his mask slipped back on.

"I don't know what I thought, it doesn't matter. Ask Genya, she'll tell you - get out."

He called for Ivan, to take this prisoner from his sight.

[youaregrisha-arch]

𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐀 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃𝐍’𝐓 𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐄𝐕𝐄 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐃. What she saw. This woman-- Her mind spun, and she suddenly felt incredibly embarrassed to be witnessing this moment and-- 

❝I...❞ she started to say, realizing the woman was speaking to her, addressing her. She didn’t know how they knew each other. Why he was-- Why she was-- The Little Palace was still a new place to Alina, and was this something everyone knew? He’d seemed too stoic and mysterious to be like this...

Alina shook her head, eyes narrowing only slightly. She wasn’t a pet to anyone, and the very words made her bristle. ❝I’m Alina,❞ she said, perhaps a bit more harshly than she’d originally intended. Like a part of her almost wanted to fight this woman. 

The Darkling’s expression was unreadable, at least as far as Alina could tell, as she met his gaze for a moment. Letting her eyes drift from the woman to look at him, a question quizzically on her own features. Who is she? What is this? But Alina didn’t voice those words, as if a part of her didn’t even want to know the answer. 

❝I thought you could use some help beyond just Baghra,❞ he commented, voice silky smooth and gaze locked on Alina. ❝Nikoletta is like you. She has mastered her gift--over the years.❞

Knife's Edge

@youaregrisha

Alina watched the representative of Fjerda mingle with the nobles. She pressed a hand to her lips, trying to think straight - her mind was spinning.

She walked outside to hear whispering.

"I don't care about your mission Alexsander, stop killing my Drüskelle. They are loyal to me and - no I didn't send them after her. I don't care about your Fold I want my people safe. I want my Haven hidden. I clean up your messes remember?"

There was a snap of a twig, Alina crept closer and stifled a gasp.

They were kissing - she wasn't sure why she felt heart shatter. But that wasn't what made her gasp, it was the sparks that flew off her.

She was Grisha! She was a Sun Summoner!!

Nika pulled away enough to catch her breath, she was laughing.

"You're an asshole you know that, kissing me won't shut me up for long. How do your Grisha stand you?"

She leaned up to kiss him again.

"Your room or mine Alexsander?" She caught Alina's eyes and stepped backward a smirk on her lips.

"It appears we have an audience Alexsander. You're his pet Sun Summoner yes?"