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texanredrose · 8 years ago

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Symphony of Souls (Pt 2)

People like this I guess? :p But this is probably where I'll lose some of y'all, lol. Due to the... nature of this universe, individual ships will only be tagged if they're the main focus of the chapter, but after this you'll know which ships might appear.

Weiss sat at the cramped table in the dining area, hiding her rolling emotions behind a smooth, patient, polite mask. It never failed to sting, how she carried so many memories in her heart while those she longed for remained blissfully ignorant. After all this time, she'd turned the entire process into a simple pattern, tailored to the one she found first. Despite the agony of slowly explaining, she took more than a little solace from having found her sweet Nightowl first.

"So... let me get this straight," the Faunus said, both hands wrapped around her cup of hot tea. Weiss had suggested it the moment her question brought back more suspicion than before, feline ears laying back into midnight hair. Usually, tea helped Blake think and calm down, but modern blends never quite reached the same quality, the same taste, and the slight frown on her lips hinted that she might finally know why something never seemed quite right. "You're a goddess from over three thousand years ago, forced into immortality that you'll lose without receiving enough... praise, and I used to be one of your priestesses?"

"That's the basic gist of it," Weiss replied, a small sigh slipping past her lips. She'd learned, through trial and error, that too much, too soon, would do her no favors. Forced to rely on vague summaries, she did her best to convey the important details, the ones that stood a chance of jogging memories. "There's a few more details, but we can cover those later."

"Assuming there is a later." Blake bristled, frowning again. She remembered a time when the Faunus smiled and laughed freely, but it seemed time and time again that fate conspired to give her more than enough reasons to be hostile towards the one she'd once trusted with all her heart. Weiss tried not to take it personally. "I mean, this is a lot to buy. You're basically telling me you're a succubus and that you used my roommate to 'recharge' yourself." She took a steadying draught of her tea but lowered the cup quickly, apparently not trusting her guest to leave her immediate line of sight. "That doesn't exactly sound like a benevolent mistress I'd willingly serve."

The words hurt. They always did. Ancient mortals had whittled away her powers by creating a new myth to vilify her. No longer did she stand as the goddess of creations, mistress of the harvest, patron of childbirth- no, she represented night demons come to lure away the soul and rend the flesh. They turned her into a monster... but her chosen refuted the claims back then and remained loyal to her and she to them. However, before the memories of their past lives took hold, they repeated the myths each time she found them again. Weiss tilted her chin up in defiance of those who'd cast her down so long ago, confident she hadn't lost the fight quite yet.

"I don't hurt people and I don't take unwilling partners. I didn't use Velvet."

"She's not the type of person to jump into bed with someone she just met," Blake replied, anger creeping into her tone.

"But it's happened before, hasn't it?" Already, she could tell her window of opportunity was closing. She hated taking the route rife with conflict, but she had little choice. Even if she lost the battle today, she still had tomorrow; she had the rest of eternity. "She's met someone and had an instant connection, inexplicably deep despite its brevity, but it always felt like there was something missing between you two." The Faunus flinched, prompting her to press forward. She had the advantage now and could press it, could prove her claims true. "You likely blamed yourself, broke it off but stayed friends, because conventional wisdom doesn't apply to the way she made you feel. It scared you, because only a few people can make you feel that way, and you've yet to find an answer for any of them. You love her, just like the others, and you feel conflicted about that, like some part of you much older and wiser is calmly weathering the expectations of the world around you while bemoaning how much has changed, even though you don't remember it ever being any different." Weiss leaned forward, staring deep into amber eyes. "But at least when you dream, she's there with the others, and you feel content lying in the field beneath that ageless tree-"

Blake shot to her feet, anger pinching her expression. "Get out."

She didn't feign surprise. This result always seemed the most likely when she crossed paths with her beloved Nightowl first; she'd avoided it twice but had yet to recreate the results.

Rising in one fluid motion, she started for the door but spoke over her shoulder as she went. "Next time you have that dream, try looking behind you."

As she let herself out, Weiss felt confident in two things: that Blake would take her advice and that she'd hear from neither Faunus for at least two weeks.

Another sigh escaped her lips as she stepped out into the weak morning sunlight. Time meant little to an immortal but the wait would be agonizing all the same.

Weiss spent her days preparing her living space for guests, dragging out the sentimental essentials and arranging the largest room in her penthouse to pay homage to the six souls she stood on the brink of finding again. During the times she found them, the fallen goddess did her best to recreate the temple- their first home together- but when they eventually passed from old age, she would put everything away, store it safely until next she could find them. At first, she tried preserving it, as if leaving a room frozen in time would ease her agony by some small amount. It never did; it merely exacerbated the lack of laughter, the missing warmth, and the decades that would creep by until she had her chance once more.

Blue eyes, still shining bright, scanned over her work, lingering on the spot where she'd set up Blake's things. If her sweet Nightowl could just see her collection, the memories of her soul would be fully restored, but exposing any of them to their previous lives too early would be a dire mistake. The confusion from her claims would call to those memories where they'd been their most lost and, many times, that included their first death. Without context or a guiding hand to help them make sense of the images and sensations being relived, they would turn against her, and she couldn't fault them the reaction. So, the process had to be slow, first presenting the idea and allowing them to wrap their minds around the concept before introducing any of those old memories. The phrase she'd repeated- the one linked to some of their happiest moments- could only unlock the door, not open it. The waiting hurt, especially with the harsh dismissal, but Weiss had patience and faith. Blake usually turned her away, rebelled in some way- it was part of her very nature to do so.

Still, the thoughts crept into her mind. Whenever the first meeting went poorly, the immortal considered letting this time be the last- that retreating back to the crumbling remains of her temple to wither and die alone stood as the better option. She wasn't even sure if she could die; so few had escaped the reckoning and she'd lost touch with them all. Only her sister- the shining edge of a blade, the former master of war- had sought her out during the intervening millennia, and she hardly looked living much less healthy. Dull and dark, a shadow of her former glory, just like Weiss, but she left in higher spirits usually, except for the last time. They stood atop a hill, watching a group of mortals prepare a siege tower- revolutionary technology at the time. They'd just buried her beloveds yet again hardly a week before and the loss always chaffed, always brought out the ugly, vengeful tendencies Weiss thought herself long past, and her sister bid her farewell. For the last time, she'd said, before turning to march into the mountains to wither like a blade left to dull and rust. Did she still linger as a spectre, roaming the mountains during twilight? Did she fade into dust? Weiss didn't know... but perhaps she should find out firsthand.

She shook her head, turning away from the enshrined room in a bid to dispel her troubling thoughts. It should be old hat by now but the worries gnawed at her. She remembered vividly that night so very long ago, when her beloved Nightowl first walked into her temple. Back then, Weiss expected nothing more than the daily prayers from all over Remnant to sustain herself, but then she had this brave Faunus, who'd traveled so far from home, standing before the altar, seeking something she could hardly articulate and hoping she could make a difference.

Her homeland couldn't support her people, couldn't give enough food to keep them from starving or provide shelter from the bitter storms, and while her family exhausted every option available to a mortal's ingenuity, she put her faith elsewhere. Blake had run as far as she could, seeking the answer to her people’s plight, and found herself at the temple of an ancient goddess, ready to offer portions of a harvest in exchange for the ability to grow the crops in the first place. For her part, Weiss had grown bored with watching mortals plod along, toiling through their lives; it didn’t seem to be anything more than a bleak existence, and she didn’t have much occupying her time either. So she went, crossed the sea to the little island where the Faunus had gathered after being forced from the other lands, a place they could make their own, with a little help. Just like Blake, they had the gleam of defiance in their eyes and looked upon the deity- who appeared to all the world like a human among them- with suspicion.

Honestly, she rather liked the change.

Then she rose her voice in song. The sands receded to the beaches and a few patches dotting the island. Lush fields and dense forests sprouted in their wake. Lakes and ponds swelled up from the ground and rivers descended from mountains that reached high into the sky fed them. She called forth beasts- cows and pigs and sheep- to give the Faunus food and fur, and deer for game and wolves to keep them from becoming lax. Pretty birds to sing them to sleep and rouse them in the mornings, and a few others that they might eventually keep as pets. When her song ended, the Faunus had not an island; they had a utopia to call home.

In turn, they raised their voices in song, beneath the stars of a calm night as they spread out in the field and picked ripe fruit for their feast. Weiss had never felt so powerful, recovering all the energy spent in creating this home for them, and she took it as recompense. She needed nothing more and made the long journey back to her temple with just her constant companion at her side, the creature gifted her by her Mother- the Mother of all things- and she thought fleetingly of the Faunus she left behind, with their bright eyes and their powerful voices.

Hardly a month passed before her precious Nightowl entered the temple again, this time seeking something for herself rather than her people. Somehow, through their talks late into the night during their journey, she'd come to see Weiss as more than a goddess. It constituted the first time the immortal deity realized that the fierce soul dancing in amber eyes called to her differently than any she'd encountered before. That night, Weiss shared herself with another and took what was offered in return. Her power surged, yes, but what would always stick with her was the next morning, opening her eyes to see another body beside her own, light breathing in her ear, and a heartbeat she could listen to for all eternity pounding just beneath supple skin.

Soon, her Nightowl discovered a thirst for the stories of the world- history of humans and Faunus and tales of the pantheon- and together they built a little library in one wing. They spent their long nights among the book stacks, the heavy scent of ink and parchment enveloping them as they poured over words. Weiss fell in love with the mortal, declared her a high priestess, and tied their lives together using the strings of fate themselves. She started a trend.

She caused her own downfall.

The ringtone of her phone snapped her attention away from her memories. Pulling it free, she glanced at the screen- an unnamed number- before answering. "Hello?"

"Weiss?"

Her lips curled into a small smile. "Velvet. It's good to hear from you."

"Yeah, I'm- I'm sorry it took so long." She paused. "I just... well-"

"You don't owe me an explanation," she said, entering her bedroom and taking a seat on the edge of her king sized bed. While she resigned herself to using the contraption more nights than not, she found herself hoping its use would soon diminish until it became a forgotten placeholder altogether. "I believe I owe you one, though."

Velvet remained silent for a moment. "Blake said you gave her one."

It wasn't an accusation, just a simple statement, but Weiss felt a pang of remorse all the same. "Where would you like to start?"

"In person, first. When are you free?"

“All the time,” she said, unable to hide her amusement. “I tried being employed, once. Didn’t work out.”

The Faunus hummed. “Well, how about tomorrow? Noon, the water fountain off Central and First?”

Weiss got up and walked to the window, looking down at the location suggested. “Very well. Tomorrow at noon. I look forward to it.” She waited to see if Velvet would hang up or bid her farewell, but the silence stretched too long. “Is there anything you’d like to discuss now?”

Nothing for a while, and then she spoke softly. “How did I almost forget you? If I hadn’t found your number while going through the junk mail, I’m not sure if I would’ve remembered at all. That’s... not like me.”

“After you awoke, Blake confronted you, did she not?”

“We... got into an argument, yeah.” Velvet sighed, shifting her position slightly, the shuffling of fabric and her cheek against the microphone conveying slight discomfort. “She told me you’re crazy.”

“I wouldn’t say she’s wrong.” Turning away from the window, Weiss opted to set her sights on some meaningless task to occupy her hands. “And I’m sure she had some other unflattering things to say.”

“That’s one way of putting it.”

“She’s angry; it’s understandable.” Her fingers found their way to a handmade jewelry box from millennia ago, the paint chipped and cracked along the lid. “Painful memories are a burden on the soul. I gave both of you the choice- to remember or to forget. When you sought to forgive and forget your argument, all memories of me followed.” She pulled a necklace from within, a cat’s eye gem set in a flowering replica of deadly nightshade, framed by winds and tinted black. “It’s... probably for the best if you avoid mentioning me. If she wishes to remember, she will in her own time.”

Velvet sighed. “I think she already has. Blake’s been... distant the last few days. I couldn’t get her to tell me why but... she’s the one who usually tidies up. She probably saw your number and put it with the mail. Now... I just get the feeling that she regrets-”

“It’s not regret; it’s confusion,” she said, a frown touching her lips. “She has memories without context, over a dozen lives lurking behind her eyelids. Give her time.”

“If you say so.” A pause. “I was thinking about making her dinner tonight, see if that might cheer her up.”

“That sounds like a splendid idea.” Weiss smiled, replacing the necklace. “If you’re looking for ideas, there’s a website called ‘Eating for Six’ that has a robust menu. I’d suggest checking the ‘Nightowl’ tab.”

Over the past twenty years, she’d constructed the website, tweaking it here and there to help fill her days. Sometimes, her mouth would water just glancing at some of the recipes, remembering so many meals shared amid light laughter and good company.

“I’ll keep that in mind,” Velvet replied. “And I’ll see you tomorrow?”

“I’ll be there.”

When the line went dead, she pocketed the device and proceeded to beat down the rising tide of sadness welling in her heart. Finding her Nightowl- Blake, she supposed, since that seemed to be her name again- always proved to be the most emotionally arduous of reunions. She knew why, of course, but that didn’t make the process any less painful.

At least she could take solace in knowing that, when she dreamed, Blake enjoyed the peaceful serenity of her slumber.

Weiss sat on the fountain’s ledge wearing a modest, light blue dress, feet crossed at her ankles and hands in her lap. Unlike the other night, she neither wanted attention nor gained it, managing to blend into the dancing water well enough to escape most mortals’ notice. Remaining unseen continued to be a difficult skill to use, requiring her to concentrate; as a deity, she craved acknowledgement, desired attention, fed off adulation, for it would always be godly to be narcissistic, so to remove herself so forcefully from mortals’ perception drained her, but she couldn’t afford the distractions today.

She’d arrived early, at least half an hour prior to their meeting, to ensure she would have the time she needed to organize her thoughts. Ever since Velvet’s call, she found herself facing a bit of a dilemma on what to do at such a critical juncture. On the one hand, she could appeal to the Faunus as she had countless others and secure a reliable source of energy for at least a few years. However, she’d yet to encounter this particular conundrum, where a temporary partner shared both a soul that appealed to her and a living space with one of her chosen. On top of all this, she’d found Blake, who always seemed to be one of the trickier ones when it came to rebuilding their connection. They were all difficult to find at first but winning them over... her beloved Dragon always seemed the most ready, even after all these years, and her sweet Thief remained the most difficult, so she supposed her situation could be much worse.

In the end, there remained no contest between any new connections and those she’d endured almost three thousand years just to spend a few more decades with, her chosen few so dear and precious to her. In the same vein, it would be rude to cut all contact with Velvet sans explanation, so she diligently waited, noting the top of the hour by the oversized clock on an adjacent building chiming out.

“Weiss?”

She allowed herself a small smile. “Had you asked, I would’ve gladly joined you at the cafe.”

She turned her head, watching as the Faunus approached with a cup in her hand. “You saw me, I assume?”

“No. Sensed you would be more accurate.” Weiss watched as she was joined at the fountain’s edge, noting the abundance of signs that her companion was nervous. “Am I making you uncomfortable?”

“I just... don’t understand why your voice sounds so different from the night we met... or how, I suppose.” Her brows furrowed. “It’s obviously your voice but it’s... not at the same time. Somehow.”

“Ah. Well, simply put, neither of us is in the mood for liaisons of that nature.” She smiled wider. “Besides, you are immune to my tricks by this point. Those with souls like yours... I can capture you attention and appeal to you the same as any other, but my sway erodes very quickly.”

Velvet’s expression pinched together, gaze darting up and down the deity’s form. “You look the same but sound different- so your powers lie in your voice?”

“Yes,” she said, letting out a bitter chuckle. “Ironically, my ability to physically appear as the epitome of a mortal’s desires faded when they began claiming I only did so to consume the souls of men.” Her brows furrowed. “Which, frankly, is rather preposterous. I don’t like men, generally speaking.”

At that, the Faunus seemed to relax. “Then, when I first saw you and immediately wanted to introduce myself, before you started singing, that was all me?” She nodded. “Good.”

“I’m glad you find me so attractive.” They both laughed lightly. “All I truly did was encourage your inclinations. Provided additional motivation, one might say.”

“I tried telling Blake that,” Velvet replied, a frown touching her lips. “She seemed convinced you were just using me, that it wasn’t mutual.” Brown eyes turned to her. “She was... extremely adamant.”

“Don’t hold it against her. She has every right to be wary of me.” She reached out, covering the Faunus’ hand with her own- a comforting gesture, she hoped. “Blake and I have a history going back several millennia. In a lot of ways, she’s overwhelmed right now, processing half remembered emotions on her own. In time, she’ll decide to confront me or forget me, and I’ll have to live with that, but it’s her choice. Let her make it.”

“You make it seem so... final.” She looked away for a moment. “I... guess you’ve just gotten used to it after, what, three thousand years?”

“Over three thousand years and six amazing people.” A sigh slipped out as her expression fell, her gaze diverting to watch the dancing water. “I wish I could say it’s gotten easier each time. Unfortunately, it’s only more predictable with every iteration. Despite that, I’ve yet to find a sure fire way to regain those connections. It seems some new challenge arises every time I find one and... I am forced to do the best I can, the same as any mortal, and hope for the best. It’s my eternal punishment.”

Tears sprang to her eyes but she held them back through sheer force of will. In the spray, she could see a time long past, a small waterfall behind her temple where her chosen few would play in the summer. Laughter rang through the air, water splashed, and voices intertwined in mirth and light admonishments alike- it didn’t matter that she personally preferred colder weather; the warm summer days were some of her fondest memories.

“Weiss?” She blinked, pushing aside her recollections to focus on her present companion. “Do you talk about them often?” Velvet shuffled a little closer. “I... don’t mean to pry if you don’t want to talk about it but you seem like you could use a friend- someone to just listen.”

A wistful smile curled her lips. When necessity forced her to take partners to survive, she never mentioned those she sought and they never asked. Those she’d chosen had lived through the memories by her side; recalling them always required a careful approach, for there lurked pain around every corner if they crashed recklessly down memory lane. Thus, the ancient deity had only spoken of them aloud with the moon as her audience. She’d forsaken all other connections to her old life so she could move freely through mortal society and her sister rarely wanted to delve too deep into their halcyon days.

“I’d rather like that,” she said, standing up and offering a hand to Velvet. “Would you like to see them as well?”

On the way back to her penthouse, Weiss told their stories. Her fondest memories, their own explanations of life before coming to her temple, and the moments when she realized they were special and dear to her, but she never used the names they bore back then. Too confusing, too difficult for a mortal to keep track of, and she refrained from describing them in great detail for how often those little traits changed, too. All but the eyes, where their souls sparkled and shone brighter than the stars, and the names she gave them in her own mind to thread over a dozen lives together.

She spoke of her Nightowl first. Velvet thought it odd that Blake’s nickname had nothing to do with her Faunus heritage- though that, too, changed from life to life- but, when viewed through a classical lens, it made more sense. When she became the first of Weiss’ chosen, she would spend hours composing poetry and chronicling the stories of every member of the pantheon, from Mother down to the demigods who ran amok until they were crushed by Winter’s sword, and ultimately assembled a considerable library. Within the temple, she became the embodiment of wisdom and knowledge- and she burned more candles and oil than the rest of her attendants combined, staying up late and sleeping in until midday. Apparently, Blake maintained the same sleep schedule on her days off, something that brought a smile to Weiss’ lips.

Next came the Thief. A lonely orphan, forced to steal for survival- she crept into the temple seeking valuables and goods one night, hoping to raid the offerings left for the goddess. Red eyes, wide with terror when confronted by an angry deity trying to protect the only mortal who slept within the temple’s walls- it made for a poor first impression. But her Nightowl calmed her and her Thief possessed more than just the skills of her trade, falling to her knees and genuinely begging forgiveness. She offered her talents in penance and decorated the temple’s walls with artwork, many of which depicted either Weiss’ fury or her benevolence- warnings to others who might trespass in her sacred home. After a time, the deity forgave her Thief and watched in slight fascination as the two mortals inhabiting the temple grew closer. Her Nightowl taught her Thief to read and in return she drew the scenes from poetry and history, whatever to accompany the library’s contents. When given food and a proper bed, the woman saw fit to steal bits of their hearts and Weiss eventually took her as a lover, giving her a permanent place in the temple as the avatar of earnest penance.

“Did they- uh, Nightowl and Thief... were they ever together?” Velvet cocked her head to the side as they waited for a street light to change.

“Of course,” she replied, a smile on her lips. “None of my beloved chosen had want for company, carnal or otherwise, by the end. They had me and each other, though each had their preferences, of course, but they got along very well.” A laugh bubbled up as she shook her head fondly. “Though, it took some time, initially. They might have danced around each other for decades more were it not for my brave little Dragon.”

Her Dragon was a sight to behold, especially that first time she stepped into the temple. Bright and vibrant with smiling lilac eyes, she’d come from far away with all the strength of a warm summer storm crashing on a beach. Louder than the others, her sense of humor and adventure grated on the quieter Nightowl and Thief, but she’d come to the temple seeking something she’d lost: a sense of belonging. Behind her cheer lurked pain and, once she’d settled down some, her fierce loyalty and desire to help and protect won them over. She could build and craft- wood, metal, rock, the material didn’t matter- and constructed whatever was asked of her. Acclimated to her brash personality, the others began to bend as well, and laughter became commonplace. Her earnest devotion won Weiss over and her energy never faltered, enthusiasm only growing as she carved out her own spot within the temple and a place in the deity’s heart.

Then came perhaps the most... troublesome of her chosen, through virtually no fault of her own. Even considering the Thief’s introduction, the fourth to come to the temple seeking her had a difficult time finding her place among the others. With every addition to her temple thus far, Weiss’ popularity grew among mortals. She’d come to represent virtues they prized- wisdom, penance, loyalty- in addition to her longer held duties as keeper of elements and goddess of the harvest. However, taking the three mortals as lovers also gave her a reputation as a beacon of love, for she doted on her Nightowl, Thief, and Dragon often and any pilgrim to her temple could see that. Many tales circulated about how deeply she cared for her chosen, how all should aspire to obtain a love so pure, and the sort of boons she supposedly granted to those who endeavored to love as deeply.

When her sister- a deity of conflict and combat, war incarnate- became enraged at a slight paid her by a mortal tribe, Winter demanded they send their finest warrior to become a servant of the gods. Somehow, the message didn’t get relayed correctly, and Weiss found a woman marching into the temple and falling to her knees one chilly autumn day, swearing her allegiance a few months later. Her Gladiatrix, thinking her life now belonged to the deity of her choosing, had turned away from the combat she’d known all her life for the chance to serve one who encouraged love, something she’d longed for but never truly had during her time on the battlefield. Weiss couldn’t send her away, seeing the open honesty and brilliant hope shining in emerald eyes, and allowed her Gladiatrix to stay. She taught the others to fight and learned just as easily- she drank in their presence and reveled in a type of camaraderie that had been denied her for so long, being held up as a paragon of her people since she was very young. Among Weiss’ chosen, she was just as special as the others, and they crafted their own type of normal amid the scrolls and murals and benches. The deity came to adore her poise, which never seemed to diminish no matter how much she relaxed, and her Nightowl and Dragon took a liking to the warrior themselves, the Thief more content to remain companions rather than become lovers.

When Winter learned of the misunderstanding, however, she was furious.

“What did she do?” Rabbit ears twitched with concern as they stepping into the elevator together.

Weiss couldn’t help but laugh at the old memory. “Oh, I know my sister well enough. When she came to my temple seeking the mortal she’d demanded, I made an excuse of having to go find Gladiatrix in the fields and had Dragon entertain her in the meantime.” She lowered her voice, despite the two of them being the only occupants of the lift. “Two hours later, my sister had completely forgotten her anger. For all her fury, no one can stay mad around Dragon for long. She’s especially adept at lifting the moods of others and her laugh is absolutely infectious.”

“That’s it? She just... forgot?”

“Wars start and stop at the drop of a hat- sometimes, they’ve begun before anyone is even aware, and who you call friend one day could be foe the next, while a foe could be a friend when a greater threat appears. Such is the way of all conflict and my sister embodied that,” she said, sighing. “I let them talk for a few more hours before bringing Gladiatrix in and things worked themselves out from there. Winter couldn’t bear to upset Dragon by taking Gladiatrix away and admitted that her presence at my temple satisfied her demand.“ She smiled. “I saw more of her after that- my sister, I mean. She came by to visit Dragon and eventually bedded her as well, which worked out well for the mortals of the time. Content and happy from her visits, my sister saw fit to leash the dogs of war, so to speak, and Remnant enjoyed a period of peace.”

Confusion splashed across Velvet’s face. “Wait, so Dragon... you and your sister, uh, shared her?”

“Yes. She always had so much energy- there were some nights, I don’t think she even tried to sleep, more content to sneak into bed chambers and entice each of us into a few hours of either love making or cuddling. I daresay she’s almost always the most amorous, the most adventurous, with the softest heart and too much love in it.” Weiss noted her companion’s raised brow and eventually remembered; some things struck mortals slightly differently than they did her. “I never intended for her to take my sister as a lover, of course, but it made them both happy. I couldn’t begrudge them that. And it’s not like the three of us were ever together in that sense; when Winter came to visit, we saw less of Dragon for a few days outside of meals and the occasional walk through the fields, but things returned to normal when Winter left. It worked for us.”

“I guess that makes sense.” She blinked as a thought occurred to her. “How long did all this take? I mean, the last time all of Remnant was at peace ended four thousand years ago, but it started... five?”

“Closer to six now, but you’re not wrong. I met Nightowl- Blake for the first time just over seven thousand years ago. Over the course of three thousand years, I met the others, when I and all the members of the pantheon were revered the world over in some form or another, when I had all my strength.” Weiss glanced up at the lights indicating the floors as they ascended. Sometimes, living at the very top had its downsides. “These precious souls- I couldn’t lose them, so I extended their lives so they could remain at my side, tied their souls to mine with the strings of fate. My Thief, Dragon, and Gladiatrix had no families to go back to and my Nightowl watched over hers from afar. Of them, she understood my pain best, the sort of agony immortality places upon the soul- especially a lonely one. Nightowl lived in the temple for almost four hundred years before Thief arrived.”

Velvet’s eyes went wide. “Wow.” She blinked rapidly, likely trying to process the information. “So when you say you two have history... you’re really not joking.”

“I’m really not.”

“And there were two more?”

Weiss smiled, though a touch bittersweet. Of the six, she spent the least time with her last two chosen but they had grown just as dear to her, and their entrances into her existence came with their own special brand of fanfare. She still vividly remembered the commotion caused when the Seamstress arrived.

By then, the deity had come to represent love and the arts, and the mortal traveled far to see the temple for herself. She hailed from some noble lineage but, upon encountering the temple’s inhabitants, forsook her birthright to remain. She saw the artworks on the walls, the craftsmanship in the furniture, the elegance in the written word, and the dedication in their blades- all of which impressed her and spoke to a deep seated desire to create. From the offerings brought by pilgrims who visited the temple, she pulled fabrics from all over the world and wove them outfits fit for every occasion, each with their own distinctive flair. Chocolate eyes found every small detail and Weiss even procured threads and skins from her fellow deities to give her Seamstress, fascinated by the magic in her fingers and designs. Soon, she found her own place at the temple like all the others, and she combined her talents with theirs to create timeless masterpieces.

For the last of her chosen, though, the road to her temple had been the longest, and to her heart longer still. Another orphan, younger than her Thief, had come to the temple, seeking a home like her Dragon. Hearing the stories of a powerful deity who took mortals as lovers had enticed one abandoned by all others. She’d quite nearly sent the newcomer away on principle but the others begged her to show mercy. It didn’t make sense to her at first but she couldn’t deny them and she eventually came to admire how little her initial coldness seemed to bother him.

“Him?” Velvet’s ears perked, likely at her words and not the ding as they arrived at the penthouse.

“Hence my initial rejection,” she said with a wry grin while stepping out of the elevator. “I find myself drawn to the female form almost exclusively- and my Jester is that ‘almost’.”

At first, he helped where he could. He organized books with Nightowl, he fetched paint for Thief, he worked the bellows and hauled lumber for Dragon, he cleaned gear and sharpened blades for Gladiatrix, he picked flowers to make into dye for Seamstress- whatever task her lovers gave him, he would comply, always with a smile on his lips, just so happy to have a place to call home. As the years passed, he remained a bright spot at the temple, with just as much energy as Dragon and a mischievous streak a mile long, grey eyes shining as he climbed every surface imaginable and used his tail to startle or tickle whoever passed too close to him. To this day, she believed he never expected anything different; he certainly never pursued any of them or even suggested things should change, even jokingly referring to himself as their big brother and laughing at the misnomer. He could’ve lived out all his days at the temple and died, content he’d lived among those who accepted him without question. But she saw the ways the others looked at him- first Nightowl and Dragon, then Thief and Gladiatrix, and even Seamstress glanced a time or two- and she told them they could do more if they so wished. She loved them, all of them, and wouldn’t begrudge them this; they shared her and each other. What was one more? Her smiling Jester had earned his spot among them, for she did love him as dearly as the others. When she finally took him as a lover as well, she realized that the differences in their anatomies didn’t overpower the light in his soul, the same light that existed in her other lovers.

“We found a balance after that,” she said, leading the way up to the second floor of her penthouse and stopping in front of a locked room. Every security measure known to mortals and enough of her residual strength went into protecting the contents from any and all intruders and she carefully undid each one. “For a millennium, the seven of us lived in the temple together, and our days and nights were filled with joy. Sometimes, my sister would visit, and we’d all sup together- we knew true peace. We were friends, family, and we indulged our passions without restraint.” The door unlocked after she input the last code and slid aside. “They were good times.” Before stepping inside, she paused, a slight frown coming to her lips. “Oh, and there was also Myrtenaster but... I’d rather not speak of him.”

“Bad memories?” The Faunus’ brow pinched in concern but she waved it off, not wanting to delay any longer.

“Yes and no- it’s a much longer story for another time. Right now, I have a question.” Weiss watched her companion’s face, trying not to betray the hope rising in her heart. “With each name, each story... did you suddenly think of someone you know? Someone with the same eyes as I described?”

Velvet’s expression conveyed her surprise. “Well... yeah, now that you mention it. How did you know?”

“There’s no cause for alarm." She smiled, trying to keep the expression small but feeling the hope bolster all the same. "My chosen are drawn to each other. When I took them as lovers, I bound them to me with strings of fate, prolonging their lives.” Her gaze dropped as the memories began to creep at the edges of her mind. “When I lost them, I bound them to each other instead, fating their lives to be intertwined, that they might find their lost family and have the support they deserved if I couldn’t find them in time. They are drawn to each other because of this and it seems you’ve landed among them.”

Without further ado, she lead the way into the room, allowing the Faunus to follow at her own pace. She waited for the shocked gasp to turn into muttered wonder before steeling her nerves and looking around herself. In the years after she lost them, the deity had collected every painting, every sculpture, every depiction of her lovers that remained in the world. Most days, she couldn’t bear to look at them, especially during the lifetimes when their appearances deviated from her memories. It pained her now but she had to know, even as her gaze fell on the painting of Blake in her library, pouring over a stone tablet with a candle softly lighting the scene.- she had to know how close they would be to her memories this time.

“I’ve told you the names I have for them,” she said, pausing briefly to brace herself for the answers. “What do you call them?”

Velvet looked at the portrait of Blake, the spitting image of the Faunus she lived with, and nodded. “Well, that’s Blake.” She looked at the one depicting the Thief, brush in hand as she contemplated a half finished mural- one of the rare times her Nightowl and Seamstress joined forces to produce something truly beautiful. “That’s Emerald.” Next, her Dragon, bent over her work bench with the setting sun catching in her hair. ��Yang.” The Gladiatrix, spear in hand and shield raised. “Pyrrha.” The Seamstress at her loom. “Coco.” Finally, her Jester, in the garden with his wide smile. “And Sun.”

“... six for six.” Tears pricked at her eyes. “That’s only happened once before. Do they- do they look like their portraits?”

Velvet nodded slowly. “Exactly like them.”

Her knees nearly buckled as she clapped a hand over her mouth to stifle the sob that burst from her chest, tears slipping out to roll down her cheeks. That hadn't happened before- the one time they had their old names, they looked different, just enough details off to make the decades bittersweet. She'd waited and hoped for this day to come but could hardly believe it.

“I’ve found them. I’ve finally found them.”

#Symphony of Souls fanfic #Weiss!Harem #TRR writes #Polyamory implied and in later installments

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My Thoughts on Book of Atlantic (this is gonna be super long and I'm on mobile so I apologize)

As we all know, I love Black Butler. A LOT. I love the manga, I love the anime, I love the characters, it's been a really positive influence on my life! It's made me happy and it's one of the things I don't think I could live without. Now before I begin my thoughts on it, I want to share something else. There's this thing called public decency. I have been waiting for this movie since I heard it was being made. When I heard it was playing at a theater near me I was ECSTATIC. Now like I said, I've been a fan since 2013 which, granted, isn't very long, but I'm a "veteran". I've lived through all these "wars" that the fans have here and I'm kind of over it. 2013 me was cringey as hell. She'd run through her middle school halls like Sebastian and do Grell's DEATH pose all the time. She called herself an "otaku". But that time has passed now (thank god). I still love all the characters and I'm glad a lot of people grew up from their "otaku" phase. And if not, you will! You enjoy ir friends! It was a fun time for me! I was having a blast! I was just cringey. So enjoy it friends! But just know you'll look back and feel a little gross lol. Continuing... Tonight was the night! I grabbed my sister, who loves Black Butler as well. Not as much as me, but she still loves it. She hasn't read the manga so she really wasn't too sure what it was about but she tagged along. I wore my Sebastian shirt, my pentagram necklace, and she wore her Claude's contract necklace. We both looked like nerds but hey, we're watching an anime movie, what do you expect? We get to the theater about 15 minutes before the movie starts. I bought the tickets and we look over and see someone cosplayed as Ciel in Wonderland. I knew there would be some people cosplaying, which is great! Cosplay is fun! I cosplayed as Sebastian once upon a time, so I was excited they were having fun as well! Then we buy our overpriced snacks and head in. There were people already in, which is expected. They all looked roughly 13-30. Fans of all ages! Awesome! Many were females and wore their Black Butler merchandise like me and my sister. Someone had a Ciel cosplay! Eyepatch and all! It was nice, but my sister and I had this feeling that we wouldn't be able to enjoy it like we should... We took our seats and adjusted, and the movie was about to start. Everyone clapped as the birds flew in and I was ready. But then it happened. The fans kept squealing and screaming and yelling and "oh bassy~!" Everytime he came on screen. Now I get it, Sebastian is 👌, but this is a public theater where people want to watch the movie and HEAR what they're saying. Squealing and screaming everytime something "hot" happens makes it less enjoyable for everyone around us. The older people, me and my sister included, kept turning around to shush them because we couldn't hear certain lines that were crucial to the plot. I had to sum up what happened while everyone was screaming about Grell coming on scene, Sebastian's demon form, and yada yada. Basically this went on for the entire movie where the "fangirling" was getting straight up annoying. Now I get the reactions, I would've done the same (kind of maybe low key but idk), but this is a PUBLIC AREA FOR PEOPLE THAT HAVE NOT READ THE MANGA AND KNOW WHAT IS GOING TO HAPPEN. Friends; it's annoying. Yes, Grell is amazing, yes, Undertaker is amazing, yes Lizzie is amazing, THEYRE ALL AMAZING but please, some people want to HEAR the movie. The screaming and squealing made it hard for me to thoroughly enjoy the movie because I missed certain lines that I REALLY wanted to hear spoken in English by their voice actors. My sister didn't hear a lot of it and she felt like she missed a lot from the screaming and whatever. So to summarize: guys, you're in a public area. No one has seen the movie and we want to enjoy it. Please, keep the squeals and screams to a minimum so others can hear. We weren't the only ones to get upset at them, a lot of people near us did the same "please we want to listen". So just be courteous. Laugh when it's funny! There's funny parts! Laugh away! Gasp when things happen because things happen! And it's intense! But don't scream, okay? Some of us wish we had a better experience because some people were being a tad obnoxious. I get it, I truly do. I love Black Butler a lot! But you're in public. Please be respectful of the people around you. After the final credits with William and them, the movie ended and I turned to see an older couple, who tried to silence those who screamed when William showed up. They looked about 40 and I assume were married. "I wish they didn't scream," I said, looking to the wife, "I love this anime and they kind of ruined it for me." "This is my favorite anime too!" She exclaimed. "I missed some parts that were my favorite and I didn't hear Grell's words while they reenacted the Titanic scene." "This was my favorite arc and I wished I could've watched it again." I responded, starting to walk towards the exit. So please guys. Just be respectful. Now if y'all have hung around this far, I wanna share my thoughts on the movie. I LOVED it. When I have more funds, I wanna buy it and enjoy it without the screams so my sister and I can thoroughly enjoy it. The animation with the birds and some of the bizarre dolls scenes were... odd... but hey, it was good. It just looked a bit out of place. Some of the facial features in far away scenes looked odd too, but ya know, it happens. It made me giggle. It stayed true to the manga! I wasn't too sure why double Charles were there, but it actually kind of made sense. Gray's and Sebastian's interaction made me laugh (but I couldn't hear the entire thing because of the screamers). I really enjoyed the both of them. And Paula was there! She didn't really say much, but I do enjoy Paula so I wasn't upset that she was there even if she wasn't in the manga. Ronald was great. I do wish he flirted with Mey Rin and interacted with the other servants, but I wasn't too bothered by it. Ronald is my sisters favorite so she was ecstatic as well. Grell! I absolutely adore Grell. He's one of my favorites as well. I do wish I heard what he said when he first arrived from the iceberg but I guess I'll know soon? Maybe? It did irritate my sister so I told her basically the gist of what he said. Same with the reenactment with Ronald. All around, I'm glad they stuck true with his character and his fun flamboyant-ness with his badass awesomeness as well. Sebastian's demon voice was great. I enjoyed that a lot. I thought it was fascinating and how a demon voice should sound like I guess. The animation with him turning into Sebastian was marvelous. I love the obscure drawing thing they had going and I thought it was amazing. His demon eyes and fighting scenes were animated beautifully and I just love that demon asshole a lot. ELIZABETH MY DARLING DAUGHTER. The way they animated her dancing and fighting was truly beautiful. It was one of my favorite scenes. I'm so glad they didn't shorten her backstory and explained the whole thing. I love Elizabeth and I will protect her to my grave. Speaking of backstories, I'm so glad they didn't shorten Ciel and Sebastian's either. That's one of my favorite exchanges and I'm glad they showed it in it's entirety. The way Sebastian thinks Ciel of a brat, how Ciel needs Sebastian to act human, but then how they have this dynamic that truly works. Sebastian initially sees Ciel as food, probably still does, but you can see that he's patient and finds Ciel fascinating. The knighting scene made me super happy and it's one of my favorite exchanges in the manga. Undertaker. My problematic little shit. He was great in this idk what else to say really. I do wish they made his death scythe out of ebony (bone maybe? Idk I know it's white) instead of the stone, but it didn't bother me too bad. It looked badass and that's all I cared about. The animation when Undertaker was explaining his motives, thoughts, and the ending credits with the bizarre dolls were my FAVORITE. The puppet likeness of it was amazing, the colors, the stylization, it was absolutely amazing. I wish I could describe it entirely. It was just so good it was definitely my aesthetic. I just love this movie and series. I would sell my soul (lol) for this series. It's a great movie! It had everything from the manga: the seriousness, the backstories, the funniness, the badass fight scenes, the 'philosophy' of what happens after humans die, it was just grand. I'd definitely watch this again, thousands of times, and finally hear certain lines that I missed. It was great and I'm glad it turned into something super enjoyable and amazing. (I'm sorry this is so long omg)

#black butler #book of atlantic #kuroshitsuji #kuroshitsuji book of atlantic #black butler book of atlantic #my reviews #god this is so long I'm so sorry #I'm just really passionate about this series I'm so sorry

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seosmagic · 5 years ago

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How Do I Get Visitors to My Site? (The Truth About search engine optimization)

Think of your web site as a bodily vicinity. How might you get people to return and notice you? Direct mail, newspapers, magazines, radio, TV, word of mouth, flyers, commercial enterprise playing cards, T-shirts, packaging, Facebook, Twitter, e-mail campaigns, banner commercials on web sites - traditional advertising works for websites too.

Then there are those methods you can handiest use for websites: click on via advertising and marketing and SEO (search engine marketing). Click thru advertising costs either by way of the advert, like conventional advertising or by using the clicking - each time someone clicks to your ad to get to your site, you pay. As with different advertising channels, the extra people who are recognized to view the page in which your ad resides, the extra you pay. Ads can appear on various web websites, or on the pinnacle of seek engine pages. The most popular pay in line with click on the app is Google AdWords. Click thru advertising and marketing can be a great option for you.

This article will focus on the opposite online best technique: Search Engine Optimization (SEO). SEO is all about getting your website online to the pinnacle of the list while someone does a search in Google, Bing/Yahoo or any other seek engine.

Watch out for Snake Oil

Many claims that SEO (getting your web site to the top of that listing) is science or magic or some different sort of thriller that only a few very unique humans have the brains to understand. - NOT TRUE! Effective SEO is a lot of work. And it does take a few technical expertise. But the basics are simply that - primary.

The reason for this article is to demystify SEO so you can choose an honest search engine optimization firm. Or if you have a bit of tech-savvy you could see that it's no longer impossible so as to do for your personal. And even for those of you who like to browse, but aren't so relaxed with the technical details, there is lots of the search engine marketing activity which you are more certified to do (or as a minimum supervise) than any search engine marketing company.

How an awful lot of search engine marketing do you need?

Is your website online in your faculty and every body who will ever want to find it on Google already is aware of it exists and will appearance it up with the aid of typing in "Peoria Middle School"? Then you need just the tiniest bit of search engine marketing.

Is your website on your family car dealership and the tri-state location sees Uncle Joe on TV each spring hopping up and down in a bunny in shape inviting "y'all" to "come on down to the Kalamazoo Kia Kangaroo Sale"? Yours is not the most effective automobile dealer in town and whilst humans search for automobile dealers they will possibly kind in something like "Kalamazoo vehicles" rather than "Kalamazoo Kia", despite the fact that in the event that they absolutely like Uncle Joe's bunny healthy, nicely you in no way can tell. This state of affairs requires a little SEO.

Is your enterprise is totally on-line? Say you sell remanufactured digicam parts that you refurbish for your garage nights and weekends. Then pull out all the stops. You need plenty of search engine marketing.

Put Yourself in Google's Shoes

Look at search engine marketing from the angle of the SERPs. What's their goal? The equal as yours: masses of visitors. How do they entice a lot of these visitors? They placed the most useful websites at the pinnacle of the hunt effects list. How do they determine which sites are maximum useful? They look for the most famous ones.

That's proper. SEO isn't rocket science. It's a reputation contest.

So then, how do you make your website greater famous? First permit's outline recognition in seek phrases - links from different web sites to your site. Think about the excessive school. Popularity equals friends. So you need lots of pals, and no longer simply any buddies, you want popular buddies. But properly, when push involves shoving, no longer so popular friends are better than no pals at all. Translation - friends equal hyperlinks and you want masses of hyperlinks, but not simply any hyperlinks. You want links from sites that have plenty of other sites linking to them. And those websites ought to have plenty of sites linking to them and so on and so forth and so forth. A link from CNN.Com goes to get you loads extra popularity points than a hyperlink out of your local newspaper website. But then one hundred links from so-so web sites are probably better than one hyperlink from CNN. It's difficult to inform.

And it truly is where the mystery/technological know-how SEO legend takes to preserve. The engines like google are not going to tell you exactly how they rank pages. If they gave away all their secrets the cheaters might faux the whole thing essential to get to the top of the listing.

There is a tradition of search engine optimization experts who spend their complete lives trying to unravel the ideal algorithms the foremost engines like google use to rank pages. And then they figure out a way to use that information to their benefit. It's an ordeal and error method. Eventually, they get websites to rank high. Then the primary SERPs trap on and tweak things a bit so the search engine marketing specialists need to begin all over again. It's a by no means-ending sport of tug of struggle.

Not these types of authorities are awful guys. Most are honest business people operating to get the brink at the opposition. But how a good deal careful tweaking does your website really want? And how a great deal of money do you want to spend? It's one of these diminishing returns things. Up to some extent spending, greater money and time will yield a more and greater rating, after which, increase, a big amount greater will yield almost nothing.

Is there whatever to search engine marketing besides hyperlinks?

Yes. KEYWORDS. These are the phrases and terms which are typed into the hunt bar. In order for the engines like google to locate your site, those keywords should be coded into nearly each web page to your web site.

The nitty-gritty

I am going to expose you:

How to choose key phrases and Where to discover websites inclined to link to yours. That's it. That's the gist of the complete SEO factor. No massive thriller.

Keywords

These are the phrases (and/or phrases) that humans type in the seek bar while they are looking for sites like yours. They additionally inform the engines like google that your web page exists and what it is all about.

You need to select phrases that human beings will use to find your site, however on the way to yield few enough outcomes which you are more likely to appear near the pinnacle of the list.

Let's use the example of Kalamazoo KIA. You don't want to use "vehicle" for a keyword. I tried that and Google gave me four.Nine billion consequences. What's the probability that Kalamazoo Kia goes to be everywhere near the pinnacle of that listing? Zero. Kia" could be higher, however nevertheless too large. "Kalamazoo vehicles", "Kalamazoo Kia", "Michigan Kia", "Kalamazoo new cars", these might all yield a smaller pool of outcomes. So how many keywords do you want? 10 or 15 is right. Too many receive us to that diminishing returns factor again. So I've notion up 4 words by myself and now my creativeness has run out. What other words may potential Kalamazoo Kia customers type in? I can't examine minds, but I can discover. There is that this cool device, Google AdWords, and it's miles unfastened. Once you sign in you may kind in numerous keywords, "Kalamazoo Kia" for example, and discover what associated searches human beings have used and the way famous the ones search phrases are. Da! Da! - more beneficial key phrases. I discovered "Kalamazoo KIA dealerships". After doing a Google search for "Kalamazoo Kia" I found out why it was important to add the "dealerships". Kalamazoo has "Kia's" that aren't even vehicles. Who'd a thunk?

So you've got your keywords. What do you do with them? Use them on your URL, have your internet designer upload them to the name and outline tags on your internet pages, and use them liberally, however no longer too liberally at some point of your web site reproduction.

Now that you have your keywords entered on your website pages, the search engines like google can categorize you through these keywords. Next, you need to make sure that human beings searching for your class locate you and no longer your competition.

Links

You want to be popular. You have were given to get links. It's time to pound the cyber pavement. SEO experts can try this to give you the results you want but in case you're on a price range, you can do most of the work your self.

Get indexed in industry directories. If you're promoting necklaces you could look for "rings listing".

Pursue reciprocal hyperlinks. Look for websites that may be willing to link for your site, so long as you link to theirs. Continuing with the necklace example you would look for "earrings upload URL".

If you have a bodily area, get your site listed on local listing/yellow page kind sites.

Participate in industry forums, and if the discussion board allows, paintings a link in your site into your advice.

If there are any activities related to your site, list them on on-line community calendars.

Get an article, listing or point out about your web site on the sites of any industry institutions you belong to.

Write a press release and submit it to free press launch sites like

Try to get the web sites that hyperlink to yours to use your keywords of their link.

BAD - Click here to discover about refurbished digicam parts. GOOD - Click right here to find out approximately refurbished camera components. Don't hide from the engines like google

DO have your internet fashion designer generate a sitemap and robots.Txt files upload them on your web page. The search engines search for these documents when they're trolling the net for websites.

Do NOT expect the search engines like google to locate your keywords within the sections of your website online that use: key-word links in pictures or javascript, frames/iframes, Flash or dynamic pages.

Don't make the serps mad

Playing dirty hints, in an attempt to make your website seem popular, can get you blacklisted. Yep, the Search engines will turn their heads and pretend you don't exist. You will not appear everywhere within the listings. If this occurs you could enchantment however your chances are not properly. Your excellent desire in case you are blacklisted is to begin over with today's web site.

So what are these grimy tricks? Some are simple, and some are complex, however, make certain your SEO firm doesn't do any of them. They consist of repeating your key phrases multiple times, key-word stuffing (hiding keywords through making the textual content the same color because the background), the use of key phrases that don't relate in your web page's content material, automatic programs that generate faux links just to make you appearance famous, robots that create zillions of pages for your web site which might be truly simply copies of your present pages with a few modifications here and there, to make you appearance critical and famous. There are many others, but usually talking, whatever that tries to make you look greater popular than you in reality are is awful.

Putting search engine marketing to work

Let's go back to our 3 examples from the start of this text. How can we practice search engine optimization for everyone?

Peoria Middle School - a few key phrases - "Peoria college" "Peoria center faculty" and for folks who can't appear to get it right "Peoria intermediate school" need to do it. That way those who look you up on Google in place of by using typing in your URL can be capable of locate you.

Kalamazoo Kia- most of your ability customers already know who you are. They're "both looking for a new automobile or a new KIA vehicle. They're seeking out deals, pics of the modern fashions, or they want your telephone wide variety or customer support hours. There aren't too many vehicle sellers on the town so that you are popular amongst automobile dealers with the aid of default - now not an excessive amount of need to worry about hyperlinks. You'll need your key phrases. Then you may list with the "nearby listing" websites and the auto supplier and KIA directories. Are you collaborating in these 12 months' meals force? Make a statement in your neighborhood online network calendars. A couple of popularity factors might not kill you however you do not have to paintings too hard.

Cal's Re-engineered camera components - you are a needle in a haystack. You need all the help you may get. You'll need keywords of direction. And a complete linking campaign. You might not have tons of money to spend on a search engine optimization company so that you ought to work like the tortoise: sluggish and steady. Do a few press releases, check out all the enterprise sites and digital camera buff websites and organizations. Respond on forums - come to be an expert. Find some reciprocal links. Get listed in directories. Do a bit regular. Eventually, you turn into recognized to those who are seeking out refurbished digicam components.

Who can help me get the process finished?

Help! You stated SEO wasn't rocketed technological know-how. This is getting complex. I can not try this all by myself - who will help?

Well it's not rocket science and it is not magic; nor is styling hair, but you won't find me everywhere close to all and sundry's head with a couple of scissors. Search engine marketing does require specialized knowledge. If you have that know-how, first-rate, you could do that in your own in case you choose, but for those who do not the reason of this article to get you to understand the fundamentals, show you which ones components you could do in your very own (I can not cut my very own hair, but I do wash and brush it every day), and that will help you discover a sincere dealer for the rest.

Search engine marketing firm - so long as they have got access to the back give up of your web site they are able to do it all for you. Refer to this text and ask questions. Make sure the company is above board.

Web dressmaker - Your net designer should be capable of put your key phrases into your pages and create and upload your sitemap.Xml and robots.Txt files. Beyond that their capacity and willingness to help with search engine optimization will range greatly. You may additionally prefer an internet dressmaker who specializes or one which does all of it.

What you could do in your personal if you pick out - you already know your commercial enterprise/undertaking higher than your net fashion designer or search engine marketing company. You are in a higher position than they're to discern out your keywords and to determine which sites you want to hyperlink lower back to yours. You can also do a whole lot of the leg paintings if you select - contacting websites and asking for links, writing press releases, making announcements on network calendars, taking part in forum discussions, and so on.

If you do all of the above, tailor-made for your precise state of affairs of the path, you will be ahead of the SEO sport. Use commonplace sense. Spend the time and money you want, but do not go overboard and attain the point of diminishing returns. And keep in mind, search engine optimization takes time to yield consequences.

Linda Meyer is a web fashion designer and developer with over twenty years of records generation and control experience. She has come to comprehend that promoting bells and whistles is a good manner to confuse clients and generate a whole lot of mistrust. Clear, "layman's phrases" descriptions allow the technique to paintings greater smoothly for all and sundry. http://seosmagic.com/

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