#because unless YOU are fine with becoming the life support machine of a creature for nine whole months

[theelvenhaven]

Elves Dressing Up for Halloween

Gondolin

Halloween Request:  Hello! For a Halloween request, could I ask for headcanons of what the elves of Gondolin would dress up as for a costume? Would any be extremely hesitant? Would any be receptive to couples costumes? Thank you (and if not, thanks for taking time to read this!) 😌 - @sterling-roses

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Turgon

Turgon honestly isn’t one for dressing up at all on Halloween and will not be partial to even couples costuming. If anything he would much rather host a party and keep his usual attire than have to dress up as anything. Even if it is customary. 

At most you may get a masquerade mask on him and that is as far as it will go. So every year, being quite the creature of habit, he prefers to go as a King than let his hair down a little and relax. Though Turgon will support you in almost whatever costume you decide to go in AS LONG AS it is appropriate. 

Nothing inappropriate or overly sexual as Turgon is a little bit of a prude. Though he won’t fight you too hard and be considerably flustered all night over it and bite his tongue. He’ll eventually grow used to whatever costume he may not find appropriate but it certainly takes some time for him to get used to it. 

Glorfindel

Glorfindel loves dressing up, being the big ray of sunshine that he is, and has a lot of fun dressing up! He is really creative and thinks outside the box on the costume ideas that he comes up with. 

And when you ask him to dress up in couples costuming he immediately jumps at the chance to be able to do so. Glorfindel also loves to be able to help create these said out of the box costumes too. For example you have a ton of cardboard boxes at your disposal, he will absolutely spend the time to make a costume out of it. Robot? Fish tank? Washing Machine? He’ll put it together.

Glorfindel also really loves puny costume ideas too. Anything that can be a big play on words he is bound to figure out an idea for you both to wear. No matter how ridiculously cheesy that idea might be, Glorfindel will absolutely run with it. He has a blast coming up with the ideas. 

You are absolutely welcome to assist in coming up with something, Glorfindel loves to hear any of your ideas. And if you are more partial to an idea that you have, he is happy to relent to you and get your costumes put together with whatever theme you prefer. Either way, Glorfindel is just really happy to spend time with you like this!

Ecthelion

Ecthelion is pretty rigid and formal and strict, so when it comes to dressing up for Halloween, he isn’t all too elaborate in dressing up. If anything he may add an accessory or two to a really nice outfit, but it is never anything over the top. 

So when you suggest couples costuming, Ecthelion is a little hesitant to join you in any of the ideas that you might have. They might need to start off relatively conservative and more classic like Period specific costuming or Historical Figures or something Masquerade style. 

He feels a little odd all dressed up, especially since it is not the one or two accessories that might dress up his costume. But Ecthelion trusts you deeply to not put him in something ridiculous or make him look ridiculous and tries to enjoy the fun of the night all dressed up. 

I do not recommend really letting him choose in the beginning of your costume couple planning because he will not venture even into the more conservative spaces. Choosing to keep it more to what he is already comfortable with. 

Rog

Rog loves to dress up and though he does, his costumes can be pretty simple. Happy to dress up and throw together whatever he might have at home. Even if it means wearing work attire for Halloween. A blacksmith is technically a costume. 

So when you suggest couples costuming, Rog is really happy to let you take the reins and lead the way on what to dress up as! He’s a lot of fun and can easily get super into character with it. Such as if you want to dress him up like he walked right out of Woodstock 1960 and give him a few verbal cues to use, he will shamelessly use them. 

Rog’s a big ball of fun and the life of the party, and after the first time you two couples costume expect to couples costume from then on out. Cops and Robbers, Period Costuming, Heavenly Themed, Character Specific, whatever it may be he is down for it (unless it is offensive). The ellon will absolutely costume with you in those inflatable costumes and have a ball with it. Inflatable sumo or dinosaur is absolutely up for grabs. 

Just know you will probably have to have it custom made and fitted for him properly. And Rog will absolutely try to wrestle or horseplay with someone in the said inflatable costumes. Anticipate that he may go home in it with it deflated because he will eventually pop it.

Penlod

Penlod in his true fashion is dressing up as a Historical Figure. You’ve told him how costumes work and that he can be anything he wants to be, and the ellon is going to choose the most interesting Historical Figure he can. 

He will absolutely be as detailed accurate as he can be, from the costume and to the accessories. Penlod puts a lot of attention into his costume and the little pieces that bring it all together. 

Penlod will absolutely do couples costumes together, but he will not budge on it not being a historical figure. He WILL consider being a regular civilian in x time period if thats what you wish! Ancient Greece? 1400′s Renaissance? French Rocco? 1800′s? 1920′s? 50′s? You name it and he will dress up as it. He’s a sucker for histories and will happily spend time compiling a costume that is just as detailed as his!

You both will absolutely look like you’ve walked right out of the era you two dressed up as. With Penlod indulging facts about the era to anyone who will listen to him. 

Egalmoth

Egalmoth loves being able to dress up really exquisitely and jumps at any opportunity to be able to do so. His costumes are so incredibly elaborate and gem and fine stitch filled they’re absolutely heavenly to look upon. 

Sometimes he really doesn’t even pick a theme of what he wants to dress up as when it comes to Halloween. Egalmoth just wants to dress up nicely, he’s a little bit of the “he’s got the spirit but is confused” saying. Though he is absolutely  aware that he is supposed to pick a theme. He just chooses to not always do so.

He will absolutely couples costume with you, but when he does, Egalmoth absolutely wants to pick the theme. He’s bold so he is unafraid to pick unearthly themes like dressing up as the Vala of such regal nature, or Ancient Gods in rich costume style or Angels or Monarchy. Anything that allows him to be able to put you both in an incredibly unearthly and regal status he is here for. 

Anticipate that Egalmoth, like Penlod, has an extreme eye for detail. So no expense will be spared and your simple costume will quite quickly become a luxurious and intricate affair. 

Galdor

Galdor is really go with the flow and has a knack for choosing a good costume with his more go with the flow nature. Though he won’t really dress up unless he finds it necessary to do so for like a party. If he’s solo on Halloween he’s more likely to just stay cozy. But when it comes to couples costuming, he is all for it!

Galdor’s only preference is that he prefers the nature themes, but he won’t strictly adhere to them and will explore other costume themes with you. The only line he will draw is if he finds any of the themes to be vulgar or offensive in anyway.

Whether you two are Witches and Wizards together or the Angel and Devil, Galdor is going to be happy to meet your expectations. He’s got a pretty good sense of humor though and will be happy to dress up in awkward costumes or whatever other humorous costuming you might come up with.

Maeglin

Maeglin is completely and totally hesitant at the idea of dressing up as anything. The idea of just dressing up as whatever, just seems like an open line for someone to possibly criticize what he has chosen and that is an immediate dislike for Maeglin. 

As for couples costuming its really really REALLY going to take some convincing to get him to participate. If anything, the first few Halloweens he is probably not going to be receptive to any of it at all. Totally opting to just tagging along while you dress up. 

Though he gives in to the peer pressure of everyone asking him where is his costume or hearing how it would be cute if you two dressed up together. Maeglin absolutely lets you choose what you want to dress up as, but I warn that you might want to start out far more conservative and safe options like him being a Knight and you being a Princess/Prince or perhaps you’re both Pirates or maybe you dress up like Ancient Greeks/Romans. 

Something that isn’t going to be too over the top, but just enough out of his comfort zone people will recognize that you dressed up. 

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[fluffyvillain]

Rules are meant to be broken

This is my first CharacterXReader story ever. Like I predicted, it turned out that this writing style isn’t really my cup of tea, but you never know unless you give it a try.

This one is for you, @the-baby-bookworm <3 Thank you for the idea. I hope I didn’t disappoint much.

Characters: BaldwinxReader(You)

Synopsis: Baldwin falls for his new employee (I’m really good at writing synopsis, aren’t I?)

“You got to be kidding me.” Baldwin Montclair followed your every move since the second you stepped into his office.

You always gave people benefit of a doubt, but from one sentence you could tell that people seemed to be right about him - Baldwin Montclair was indeed a self-centered, stubborn, rude and who knew what more. Still, you chose to be polite. “Good afternoon, Mr. Montclair, I’m…”

“I said I needed a CFO, not a fetus, Jenna.” He disregarded you completely.

Jenna, an HR manager, a woman in her fifties, obviously bit her tongue and stopped for a few seconds to cool down before responding. “I was present in all rounds of her interview, trust me on this one, she is extraordinary.”

“Thank you, Jenna. Mr. Montclair, first of all, I am not a fetus, I’m 26 and I am pretty good at what I do.” You stood in front of these two, deciding not to take a seat.

“Jenna, you may leave now.”

She stood up without taking a look at Baldwin and sighed. She patted your shoulder in support on her way out.

Baldwin got up and buttoned one of the buttons on his jacket. He was way taller than you imagined and way more menacing, the closer he came to you, the more menacing he appeared, but you stood your ground, your parents didn’t raise a coward.

“Why are you here, little witch.”

“Because I want to learn from the best.” You shrugged your shoulders, making it sound like the most normal thing in the world.

“Flattering will not get you anywhere.” He came even closer, crossing his arms over his chest.

“I’m telling the truth, you’ve been in business for centuries and I’m already damn good, but I feel like I could improve.”

He kept his gaze on you. “Do your parents know you are here?”

“Of course…” You took a step back, straightening your blouse and he lifted one of his eyebrows. “Not. They would get a stroke if they knew. Still, I don’t see how that has anything to do with this situation.”

Baldwin took it as a compliment, he loved when creatures were scared of him. “You are right, let’s see what you got.”

He let you sit on his chair and opened a few Excel spreadsheets, giving you the most basic task. “Is this a joke?”

He closed them and opened a few others, giving you 10 minutes for the necessary analysis. You did it in exactly 7 minutes and he was genuinely impressed.

“I think we might have a deal here, but you need to tell me what your powers are.” He set on the desk.

“You know very well that I shouldn’t tell you that.” You were the one crossing her hands over your chest now, but you did it in defense.

“That’s not how things work, if you want me to trust you, you need to trust me too.”

Did this sound like s trap? Most definitely it did, but did you want this job? Even more definitely. “I can blow up things, but I’m pretty bad at it.”

“Handy. Care to show me?”

You moved your hand slightly and the vase next to the entrance door exploded causing him to get off the desk and turn.

“Niiiiice.” He gave you a small clap.

 “I was actually aiming for that small glass on the table.” You pointed to the other side of the room and he lifted both of his eyebrows in surprise. “Told ya.”

 You realized why he called you fetus the first day you started working. All of his employees were in their fifties and he explained that it was because he didn’t want to raise any suspicion, they would work for him for about 15 years and then retire. Short enough for them not to become suspicious about his not-aging.

Other than telling you that, he wasn’t very open, when he actually talked to you it was business. In the following months, you noticed he had a habit of disappearing for weeks which became more frequent, but for shorter periods, usually a couple of days.

When he was there and when he actually acknowledged you, you enjoyed spending time with him. He was so smart you could listen to him talk for days. Some might say you had a crush on him, but you knew it was pure professional admiration.

Baldwin, on the other hand, started feeling like he was suffocating and he couldn’t figure out why for a long time. He was well fed, he got enough sleep and he didn’t have more problems than usual. Then eventually he figured out you were the main cause of his unease, it all started once you walked into his life. Even though you were somehow the root of his problem, you were also the cure. All the unease would go away the second he got close to you. The way your brain worked fascinated him, the way you smelled, that small smile that appeared on your face when he praised you, he memorized every little detail.

The problem was, him liking you stood against all of his believes. Sure, it worked out for Matthew and Diana and a few more people, but he still believed that vampires and witches shouldn’t get together. And, yet, he wanted you. He tried to get away as long as possible, but the feeling would actually get worse the longer he didn’t see you.

One day he ran down to the cafeteria even though he went there only every couple of years. Albert, who set in front you eyed Baldwin as he entered. “Can’t remember the last time I saw the boss.”

Baldwin went to the water machine, greeting everyone present. “Yeah, well, he’s a big shot, he probably likes to eat at fancy restaurants,” you knew well why he didn’t enjoy the cafeteria food.

One look from Baldwin was enough to make Albert get up: “I’ll see you later.”

Baldwin took his spot, gripping a plastic cup that was now empty, causing it to lose its previous shape. “Hello.”

Tapping of his foot was audible and he looked disoriented. “Are you okay?”

“I’m okay, why wouldn’t I be okay. Actually, I’m great.” He got up without saying another word and grabbed your shoulder before he turned around and left, leaving you dumbfounded.

Later that day he yelled at a cleaning lady for leaving a speck of dust on his desk, he also yelled at his regional sales manager for messing a monthly forecast by 0,005% and he yelled at Jenna for absolutely nothing.

In the next two weeks Baldwin hasn’t once left for a few days, he even called you to discuss business topics that were only remotely connected to his company.

You were thankful he was there when you figured out something was wrong. You kept quiet for a week until you were sure, but when you gathered enough evidence, you went straight to his office.

“George is embezzling money.” You lay all of the papers on his desk.

“You are wrong.” He lifted his gaze to look at you, but he didn’t even glance at the papers.

“When am I ever wrong about numbers? Numbers don’t lie, bur George obviously does. Everything is here, take a look.” You dragged a chair so you would be able to sit next to him.

“Fine.” Baldwin took a close look at papers and he stiffed, his eyes narrowed and he punched an inside of his desk so hard that he sent the splinters flying. “Son of a bitch.” He dialed his secretary and told her to order George to come to his office.

You instinctively grabbed the hand he used for punching the desk with both of yours. “You need to calm down.” You expected him to aim his anger at you, but his eyes went from your hands to your face and back. His hands were cold and smooth and his eyes went from murderous to warm in a second. You let go of his hand when the door opened.

“Don’t say a word, George.” Baldwins voice dropped, giving you chills, making you hope he never talks to you like that. “You are fired and you know why. You are lucky I won’t call the police, but don’t get me confused, you will never find a decent job in this country, or, as a matter of fact, in this world.”

George opted that it was better to keep quiet, but he pierced through you with his eyes.

Baldwin thanked you and after that you left his office, avoiding the curious colleagues of yours. Baldwin called a meeting at the end od the day to briefly explain the situation and he requested that everyone kept quiet about this.

When you were done, you stayed a little longer to tie some ends before leaving for the parking. Right when you were in front of your car, George appeared out of nowhere and punched you. “You bitch.” You stayed on your feet but only thanks to the fact that your car was your support. It rang in your ears and pain kicked in after a few seconds. You felt blood oozing from the corner of your lips.

Just like George appeared out of nowhere, Baldwin did too and he sent George flying 10 meters, knocking him unconscious. He engulfed you in a hug, your blood smearing all over his white shirt. “Are you alright?”

“Mhm.” You couldn’t say anything because you felt a lump in your throat forming and your tears started raining down your cheeks.

Baldwin wiped away your tears, but the more he did it, the more they stubbornly fell. He hugged you again but this time you wrapped your arms around him too. “Don’t cry, my little witch.” He drew circles on your beck until you completely calmed down and then he backed away only to press his lips where you had the split. His hands dug into your hips and his lips slowly moved, but they remained around your injured area.

The pain slowly subsided, but you heard ringing in your ears again, but your blood racing through your body caused it. He moved back, licking his lips. You hand flew to your lips, but there wasn’t a trace of blood. “What did you just do?”

“I simply made you heal faster.” His eyes fell to the floor. “I’m sorry if I was…”

You cut him off, you slammed at him with full force and pressed your lips against his, you meant to give him only a pack, but when you were about to pull away, his lips followed yours, not wanting to part. His kisses were soft and slow until you completely melted in his arms, then he got needier and hungrier, digging his fingers in your hip, while holding you at the nape of your neck with his other hand.

 You were the one pulling away first as you grasped for air. You leaned on your car for the support once again.

A smirk was plastered on his face. “Well, your parents are going to definitely get strokes now.”

Your breath was still uneven and you missed the coldness of his body against yours already. “Shut up.” You smoothed out the mess you made out of his hair. “What are we going to do about our boy Georgie?”

“I forgot about him.” You ran your hands across his chest, willing him to calm down. “It seems like he wanted to go to jail after all.”

[littleredroseonthevalley]

St. John Chrysostom

Or, The Imposition of Verity

Summary: Bishop Monroe allows himself to be bribed by Henrietta. Susan will not stand for it.

Rating: T -  Suitable for teens, 13 years and older, with some violence, minor coarse language, and minor suggestive adult themes.

Mentions of violence. Reader discretion is advised.

Words: 2044

Notes: East End should help anyone understand better what I’m going for with this, but you should get it just fine either way.

I’ve been around infrequently, but I still like comments! Just saying.

The method of beginning an examination by torture is as follows: First, the jailers prepare the implements of torture, then they strip the prisoner (if it be a woman, she has already been stripped by other women, upright and of good report). This stripping is lest some means of witchcraft may have been sewed into the clothing-such as often, taught by the Devil, they prepare from the bodies of unbaptized infants, that they may forfeit salvation. And when the implements of torture have been prepared, the judge, both in person and through other good men zealous in the faith, tries to persuade the prisoner to confess the truth freely; but, if he will not confess, he bid attendants make the prisoner fast to the strappado or some other implement of torture. The attendants obey forthwith, yet with feigned agitation. Then, at the prayer of some of those present, the prisoner is loosed again and is taken aside and once more persuaded to confess, being led to believe that he will in that case not be put to death.

Here it may be asked whether the judge, in the case of a prisoner much defamed, convicted both by witnesses and by proofs, nothing being lacking but his own confession, can properly lead him to hope that his life will be spared when, even if he confess his crime, he will be punished with death.

It must be answered that opinions vary. Some hold that even a witch of ill repute, against whom the evidence justifies violent suspicion, and who, as a ringleader of the witches, is accounted very dangerous, may be assured her life, and condemned instead to perpetual imprisonment on bread and water, in case she "I give sure and convincing testimony against other witches; yet this penalty of perpetual imprisonment must not be announced to her, but only that her life will be spared, and that she will be punished in some other fashion, perhaps by exile. And doubtless such notorious witches, especially those who prepare witch-potions or who by magical methods cure those bewitched, would be peculiarly suited to be thus preserved, in order to aid the bewitched or to accuse other witches, were it not that their accusations cannot be trusted, since the Devil is a liar, unless confirmed by proofs and witnesses.

Others hold, as to this point, that for a time the promise made to the witch sentenced to imprisonment is to be kept, but that after a time she should be burned.

A third view is, that the judge may safely promise witches to spare their lives, if only he will later excuse himself from pronouncing the sentence and will let another do this in his place....

But if, neither by threats nor by promises such as these, the witch can be induced to speak the truth, then the jailers must carry out the sentence, and torture the prisoner according to the accepted methods, with more or less of severity as the delinquent's crime may demand. And, while he is being tortured, he must be questioned on the articles of accusation, and this frequently and persistently, beginning with the lighter charges-for he will more readily confess the lighter than the heavier. And, while this is being done, the notary must write down everything in his record of the trial - how the prisoner is tortured, on what points he is questioned and how he answers.

And note that, if he confesses under the torture, he must afterward be conducted to another place, that he may confirm it and certify that it was not due alone to the force of the torture.

But, if the prisoner will not confess the truth satisfactorily, other sorts of tortures must be placed before him, with the statement that unless he will confess the truth, he must endure these also. But, if not even thus he can be brought into terror and to the truth, then the next day or the next but one is to be set for a continuation of the tortures - not a repetition, for it must not be repeated unless new evidences produced.

The judge must then address to the prisoners the following sentence: We, the judge, etc., do assign to you, such and such a day for the continuation of the tortures, that from your own mouth the truth may be heard, and that the whole may be recorded by the notary.

And during the interval, before the day assigned, the judge, in person or through approved men, must in the manner above described try to persuade the prisoner to confess, promising her (if there is aught to be gained by this promise) that her life shall be spared.

The judge shall see to it, moreover, that throughout this interval guards are constantly with the prisoner, so that she may not be I alone; because she will be visited by the De and tempted into suicide.

~ Malleus Maleficarum (The Hammer of Witches), Section III, 1487

Bishop Monroe watches the retreating back of Countess Henrietta, with the distinct aftertaste of having made a deal with the Devil.

What else could he do? He might believe in Susan’s rights to the estate, but there is no law if there is no muscle to enforce it, and a natural daughter was a puny creature. Even with his assent, she would never hold onto the property.

Well, he consoles himself, if God had meant to make her a Countess, He would not have kept her parents apart. He saw fit to give Henrietta an advantage, and so his representative on Earth would comply.

As he turns to leave through the labyrinthine halls of the Duke’s house, he comes to face Lady Susan herself, who stood on his path to the door.

The cleric’s face blanches, and he manages to say, “Lady Susan. A pleasure in seeing you once more in such short notice.”

“Save it, will you, Monroe?” She spat. “I know you find me slow, but I am still not deaf. I heard your discussion with my dear stepmother.”

“Oh.” He breathes out. “Well, I am sure you can understand…”

“I understand it just fine.” She cut him off, and then sneers. “If it was money you desired, Monroe, you should have come to me. After all, what difference it makes from which hand it comes? If it is yellow and shiny, then it is gold.”

“I am not an item on an auction, Lady Susan!” He protests angrily.

She chuckles, crudely. “Good, you are not worth the bid. If anything, I see your position as my father’s executor as yet another glaring testimony of his overall incompetence managing a noble estate.”

Monroe scoffed with derision. “Should we bow to your superiority, then? What makes you think you would do any better at being a countess than Henrietta?”

“Why would I not? It is not like she possess any skill I do not, and Mr Marlcaster had made it clear he not only abhors the idea of inheriting Edgewater, but also that he does not have any aptitude at it.” The brunette points out, off-handed.

“You are a woman, Lady Susan! A commoner woman if it was not enough.” The bishop points out, as if it was obvious for it to be his complaint.

“So?” She questions, petulant. “I understand Henrietta is also of low-birth, and I am pretty sure someone would have noticed by now if she was a man.”

Monroe opens his mouth and then closes, gaping at a response. Finally, he makes up his mind by saying, “Regardless, the Countess has power, she has means of making things happen.”

At that, Susan laughs scandalously.

“Oh, the country folk! So naïve to the things that happen just outside their pathetic little turf.” She says as her laughter dies down. “Henrietta would not know what power is even if it hit her on the head. What does she have? A bunch of pathetic esquires from diminutive estates around Grovershire, all of them old mummies who shall be dead soon enough. While I…” She trails off.

The man of God frowned, but Susan hands him a letter before he could say anything else.

It read:

“Carlton House, London, June 7th, 1811.

Milady Susan,

It pains me to hear about your father’s passing. We were probably acquainted, I met most of the Lords of the realm due to my position, but we were far from intimate. I hear, however, he was very well-liked by his peers. I wish to impair you with my most heartfelt condolences, and to invite you for tea as soon as you find yourself able to return to London.

I would also like to offer you my support, in any way I am able, on the contentious concerning your inheritance. I received word from your godmother about the conditions imposed by your father for your ascension, and she seemed quite distressed about your stepmother’s machinations and her inability to help you.

I assured her on my response, as much as I assure you in this missive, that there is no reason for concern, I will (gladly!) lend all the weight of the Crown on your favour. Sleep, my lady, with the certainty you shall become peer of the realm before long.

Moving on to business, your suggestion concerning the trade deficits with the Russian Empire have been most well-received by the Privy Council. Our ministers are convinced that, by throwing a few advantages to the Steppe people, they shall be our most faithful allies. The French will not resist trying to move their borders towards the extensive East, and the Winter shall do the rest for us.

Our ambassador to the Czar’s court is on his way to tell him the good news as I write this letter to you. If I ever doubted a woman could be as witted as a man, you, milady, has convinced me otherwise. I am blessed with your steady advice, and I can only hope my daughter can count on someone as skilled as you when her time comes.

With hopes of this letter seeing you in good health,

Your most devoted servant,

George”

Monroe holds in a breath as he reaches the end of the letter.

“This, this…” He stutters in nerves. “This is from the Prince-Regent!”

“Glad to see your reading is not impaired.” The noblewoman sneers. “You see, Monroe, I often enjoy showing people how much of a good ally I am for one to have. I show them the advantages, the heights they can achieve by having a wilful and intelligent woman like me on their side, and I am sure you have noticed by now I have plenty to offer. I find that it is the best way to get to respect, loyalty and compliance.

“You, however, Monroe, have shown me you cannot be trusted, that you can only respond to the most basic impulses of the human soul. So, I decided to try something different tonight.”

Susan takes a few steps closer, slow and calculatedly, just like a ferocious predator in the wild. As she approaches the bishop, three figures, all large, burly men, come to her sides, helping her close on him.

“Recognize me as my father’s heir. Tonight. At the ball. If you do so, I shall only remove you from your position and send you to a mildly-disagreeable posting in Jamaica.”

Her face, then, turns into a deep and menacing scowl. “If you do not, if you foolishly choose Henrietta, rest assured that as soon as I have my rights legitimated, and you know I will, I shall burn your parish to the ground.” She then lowers her voice and whispers to his ear. “And I will make sure you are locked inside when I do.”

“I… I… understand, milady.” He stutters in fear.

“Now, to show that I mean what I said, my friends here shall escort you back to the party.” She smirks, wickedly. “If you fall down a flight of stairs, well, I suppose it is an inevitability, wearing such an obtrusive religious habit.”

Monroe whimpers, and Susan turns her back to him.

“Have a good night, Bishop.” She says as she leaves. “I am sure I will.”

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As a baby, made anyone forever dream of growing up up to become a farmer, waste your morning charging about the support yard with your own toy tractor with trying to see sheep in a regional field to bring back home with you? No, right me? Very never mind, even if it live the childhood ambition, Farm Expert 2017 provides the chance to own and go your very own farm! The experience is nicely varied, with you having to fully prepare fields before plants can be swelled, to ensuring you sell livestock or they grow very former with fail, that competition will undoubtedly increase the organisational skills.

Farm Expert 17's been hidden, grew and brought in by Silden and sold on the local produce market by PlayWay S.A.,FE17 certainly gain many initial appeal if you have a good simulation game. The game boasts some rather beneficial look as far as the weather is concerned, a suit soundtrack each time you fly in to your tractor with enough to do to hold people tiling away for hours on end.

However, these features are permitted behind with some unfortunate and persistent bugs, along with some rather horrendous restrictions and physics for the automobiles. And although it is very varied, it goes through from a lack of depth which could give you a little underwhelmed. There is and a multiplayer element for the sport, while getting this to actually production remains more akin to dark magic than computer games.

With no account to bring let's get right because of the nitty-gritty of what you can do from the entertainment. Because there is a good bit. Immediately before I properly start, I do first want to come orderly and point out that this became my head ever real farming sim game (unless I could count Stardew Valley?) so I want to move in advance with declare sorry for any really noob-like comments. Run about…

Setting up is very cool, after pack in you're satisfied with a menu asking to make a report which is only a theme of establishing a choose then leaving by near. FE17 bear a handful of means you can pick by including Free Roam and Multiplayer (I'll talk more about the multiplayer in a minute). For me, however, the first go-to area survived the Course. There's a bit of a language screen with approximately incorrect stretch and grammar, but when you move past that that all pretty simple. That worked out, but, show us almost ten minutes to understand how to help slow since I stupidly believed it was a simple WASD setup rather than having to press Z first in order to change direction. But behind these hiccups, I did find myself enjoying the game. There's something strangely satisfying about having to go through the motions of reversing up to a piece of equipment, problem this up, folding this left and then merrily tootling along to help your own ground designed for a being work.

After I had mastered the basics of truly pushing and farming, I jump right into work my own fully-fledged farm. You get several options to choose from, basically ranging from Easy to Hard. Naturally, as a whole amateur, I took the Cool solution. Thanks to our decision I started out with a great the lot of money and a serious healthy sum of procedures already in my possession, so I could push on with buying the main field, gathering a few crops and addressing work. I found myself rather enjoying our generation as a player, finally getting the objective of appeal a tractor.

Though, I slowly began to notice some issues. For beginners, the naming of the procedures is simply farmsimulator.eu/farming-simulator-2013-download/ not up to scratch, especially on the roads that you'd think will be even but for many ungodly reason affect your vehicles to push along constantly. The game and makes seem to factor in the improved weight of features which you hitch against your tractor, allowing you to increase by a lot the same rate as you usually would. After a while, I learned that the physics from the competition might result in some very horrendous cock-ups.

And later on, I too found out that the ground really got no impact on the swiftness of the vehicle, allowing you to charge full speed up high pile and go on your own mini-adventure…

So agreed, the real physics in the sport put great to be desired. But the actual gameplay is pretty varied. So if you don't want to just take in seed and gathering crops all the time, then no worries! You can begin animal husbandry with a few different choices for which animals to hold and ensuring and keep them fed as well as offering them for meat before they crash of childhood time. Or you may grow orchards to make your delicious fruit, having to fertilize and collect the crop yourself, and even have to lug the container to your truck! But maybe you do want to remain with fine old-fashioned crop farming, in which case you have to take your crops depending on the season, carefully cultivate fields properly and then make sure not to rush them over before more they'll be overcome!

There's also vehicle preservation and concentration to take in thought, so you have to soak up your tractor with gasoline to keep this getting, make sure that polite with innocent (as apparently, that is key for tractors?) as well as repair or strengthen that immediately with again to make life easier.

Pretty varied, just? Right. Unfortunately, this variety does not turn to power or order. So of course, you can increase the crops, care for creatures and grow fruit orchards. But there's no mixture in value in the looks, so there's no need to look around for better believe or trade value because every shop will give the same results. This lack of economy frankly lets down the entire treat. Your pets do have to food, but not any run or time away from their pens. You never also need to feed them yourself because something you buy gets automatically moved to the pencils with the pets somehow get admission for the food themselves. And with orchards, after vegetable and fertilizing them there's nobody else you really need to do until they're prepared to be choose. That lack of depth turns the game into new of your calendar watching experience.

You can hire a workforce to help you out, watching them start the production is vaguely interesting at first, but shortly loses its novelty. Other NPCs in the competition don't provide any relationship and basically, show to now look at and give the world a semblance of soul. Without success, I must tell.

There is too supposed to be a multiplayer side for the game, but lord only gets how we could in fact meet people. I've trawled many forums with further having related problems with no resolution forthcoming. Multiplayer is great that is added last minute, so perhaps it will be improved in the future?

The first thing I'd involvement is how the game does not really boast the most outstanding images, with some of the textures looking very awkward and a significant few popping issues going on. But I'd believe the vehicles looked very decent generally, and the weather effects were reasonably well done. There's something oddly fascinating about watching puddles found with a field while it's raining.

It also includes several terra-forming effects as well, so when you're making the take some of the machines you use actually kind trenches and other alterations in the earth, that changes how your car may need over them, that is pretty clever. And by what I understand from complete a little of delivering, anything which doesn't take place now Farming Simulator activity or different competitors. Character types are attractive plain and forgettable, but in addition to the useless NPCs, there's not really enough characters around to take much notice.

I myself acquired the soundtrack really enjoyable. There was something mildly entertaining about the music starting up each time you flew into the tractor. The fact the firm of your own engine changes counting at whether your inside or outside the car was quite neat too. However, once you detected the cycling sound cause, that begins to become a bit annoying. And, when you got out of the tractor the figure would for some reason believe they were start also brand the right sound. As well as that a handful of the vehicles which allowed absolutely no doors still played the door closing sound each time you got off. A complaint for me, but still a bug.

Due to our lack of exposure to previous farming sim games, I found myself enjoying Farm Expert 17 at first, but the moment I had partaken to all the changed tasks I found myself getting bored really fast. And eventually a number of the mistake may confirm to be quite frustrating. If that contest was a bit more cleaned and contained about extent added to that, i would surely charge this higher. The multiplayer certainly feels tacked going on with the full experience only becomes somewhat of a drag eventually.

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DURING THE PERIOD in which these developments were occurring, I had returned from a scientific undertaking organized to explore the Nebraska badlands in the United States. In my capacity as Assistant Professor at the Paris Museum of Natural History, I had been attached to this expedition by the French government. After spending six months in Nebraska, I arrived in New York laden with valuable collections near the end of March. My departure for France was set for early May. In the meantime, then, I was busy classifying my mineralogical, botanical, and zoological treasures when that incident took place with the Scotia. I was perfectly abreast of this question, which was the big news of the day, and how could I not have been? I had read and reread every American and European newspaper without being any farther along. This mystery puzzled me. Finding it impossible to form any views, I drifted from one extreme to the other. Something was out there, that much was certain, and any doubting Thomas was invited to place his finger on the Scotia's wound. When I arrived in New York, the question was at the boiling point. The hypothesis of a drifting islet or an elusive reef, put forward by people not quite in their right minds, was completely eliminated. And indeed, unless this reef had an engine in its belly, how could it move about with such prodigious speed? Also discredited was the idea of a floating hull or some other enormous wreckage, and again because of this speed of movement. So only two possible solutions to the question were left, creating two very distinct groups of supporters: on one side, those favoring a monster of colossal strength; on the other, those favoring an "underwater boat" of tremendous motor power. Now then, although the latter hypothesis was completely admissible, it couldn't stand up to inquiries conducted in both the New World and the Old. That a private individual had such a mechanism at his disposal was less than probable. Where and when had he built it, and how could he have built it in secret? Only some government could own such an engine of destruction, and in these disaster-filled times, when men tax their ingenuity to build increasingly powerful aggressive weapons, it was possible that, unknown to the rest of the world, some nation could have been testing such a fearsome machine. The Chassepot rifle led to the torpedo, and the torpedo has led to this underwater battering ram, which in turn will lead to the world putting its foot down. At least I hope it will. But this hypothesis of a war machine collapsed in the face of formal denials from the various governments. Since the public interest was at stake and transoceanic travel was suffering, the sincerity of these governments could not be doubted. Besides, how could the assembly of this underwater boat have escaped public notice? Keeping a secret under such circumstances would be difficult enough for an individual, and certainly impossible for a nation whose every move is under constant surveillance by rival powers. So, after inquiries conducted in England, France, Russia, Prussia, Spain, Italy, America, and even Turkey, the hypothesis of an underwater Monitor was ultimately rejected. And so the monster surfaced again, despite the endless witticisms heaped on it by the popular press, and the human imagination soon got caught up in the most ridiculous ichthyological fantasies. After I arrived in New York, several people did me the honor of consulting me on the phenomenon in question. In France I had published a two-volume work, in quarto, entitled The Mysteries of the Great Ocean Depths. Well received in scholarly circles, this book had established me as a specialist in this pretty obscure field of natural history. My views were in demand. As long as I could deny the reality of the business, I confined myself to a flat "no comment." But soon, pinned to the wall, I had to explain myself straight out. And in this vein, "the honorable Pierre Aronnax, Professor at the Paris Museum," was summoned by The New York Herald to formulate his views no matter what. I complied. Since I could no longer hold my tongue, I let it wag. I discussed the question in its every aspect, both political and scientific, and this is an excerpt from the well-padded article I published in the issue of April 30. "Therefore," I wrote, "after examining these different hypotheses one by one, we are forced, every other supposition having been refuted, to accept the existence of an extremely powerful marine animal. "The deepest parts of the ocean are totally unknown to us. No soundings have been able to reach them. What goes on in those distant depths? What creatures inhabit, or could inhabit, those regions twelve or fifteen miles beneath the surface of the water? What is the constitution of these animals? It's almost beyond conjecture. "However, the solution to this problem submitted to me can take the form of a choice between two alternatives. "Either we know every variety of creature populating our planet, or we do not. "If we do not know every one of them, if nature still keeps ichthyological secrets from us, nothing is more admissible than to accept the existence of fish or cetaceans of new species or even new genera, animals with a basically 'cast-iron' constitution that inhabit strata beyond the reach of our soundings, and which some development or other, an urge or a whim if you prefer, can bring to the upper level of the ocean for long intervals. "If, on the other hand, we do know every living species, we must look for the animal in question among those marine creatures already cataloged, and in this event I would be inclined to accept the existence of a giant narwhale. "The common narwhale, or sea unicorn, often reaches a length of sixty feet. Increase its dimensions fivefold or even tenfold, then give this cetacean a strength in proportion to its size while enlarging its offensive weapons, and you have the animal we're looking for. It would have the proportions determined by the officers of the Shannon, the instrument needed to perforate the Scotia, and the power to pierce a steamer's hull. "In essence, the narwhale is armed with a sort of ivory sword, or lance, as certain naturalists have expressed it. It's a king-sized tooth as hard as steel. Some of these teeth have been found buried in the bodies of baleen whales, which the narwhale attacks with invariable success. Others have been wrenched, not without difficulty, from the undersides of vessels that narwhales have pierced clean through, as a gimlet pierces a wine barrel. The museum at the Faculty of Medicine in Paris owns one of these tusks with a length of 2.25 meters and a width at its base of forty-eight centimeters! "All right then! Imagine this weapon to be ten times stronger and the animal ten times more powerful, launch it at a speed of twenty miles per hour, multiply its mass times its velocity, and you get just the collision we need to cause the specified catastrophe. "So, until information becomes more abundant, I plump for a sea unicorn of colossal dimensions, no longer armed with a mere lance but with an actual spur, like ironclad frigates or those warships called 'rams,' whose mass and motor power it would possess simultaneously. "This inexplicable phenomenon is thus explained away - unless it's something else entirely, which, despite everything that has been sighted, studied, explored and experienced, is still possible!" These last words were cowardly of me; but as far as I could, I wanted to protect my professorial dignity and not lay myself open to laughter from the Americans, who when they do laugh, laugh raucously. I had left myself a loophole. Yet deep down, I had accepted the existence of "the monster." My article was hotly debated, causing a fine old uproar. It rallied a number of supporters. Moreover, the solution it proposed allowed for free play of the imagination. The human mind enjoys impressive visions of unearthly creatures. Now then, the sea is precisely their best medium, the only setting suitable for the breeding and growing of such giants - next to which such land animals as elephants or rhinoceroses are mere dwarves. The liquid masses support the largest known species of mammals and perhaps conceal mollusks of incomparable size or crustaceans too frightful to contemplate, such as 100-meter lobsters or crabs weighing 200 metric tons! Why not? Formerly, in prehistoric days, land animals (quadrupeds, apes, reptiles, birds) were built on a gigantic scale. Our Creator cast them using a colossal mold that time has gradually made smaller. With its untold depths, couldn't the sea keep alive such huge specimens of life from another age, this sea that never changes while the land masses undergo almost continuous alteration? Couldn't the heart of the ocean hide the last-remaining varieties of these titanic species, for whom years are centuries and centuries millennia? But I mustn't let these fantasies run away with me! Enough of these fairy tales that time has changed for me into harsh realities. I repeat: opinion had crystallized as to the nature of this phenomenon, and the public accepted without argument the existence of a prodigious creature that had nothing in common with the fabled sea serpent. Yet if some saw it purely as a scientific problem to be solved, more practical people, especially in America and England, were determined to purge the ocean of this daunting monster, to insure the safety of transoceanic travel. The industrial and commercial newspapers dealt with the question chiefly from this viewpoint. The Shipping & Mercantile Gazette, the Lloyd's List, France's Packetboat and Maritime & Colonial Review, all the rags devoted to insurance companies - who threatened to raise their premium rates-were unanimous on this point. Public opinion being pronounced, the States of the Union were the first in the field. In New York preparations were under way for an expedition designed to chase this narwhale. 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Pierre Aronnax Professor at the Paris Museum Fifth Avenue Hotel New York Sir: If you would like to join the expedition on the Abraham Lincoln, the government of the Union will be pleased to regard you as France's representative in this undertaking. Commander Farragut has a cabin at your disposal. Very cordially yours, J. B. HOBSON, Secretary of the Navy.