#captivating wordsmith

[truevedicastrology]

Unveiling the Enigma of Mars

🚀Mars, the celestial orchestrator of how you magnetize individuals and the manner in which you resonate. It delves into the intricate essence you exude and the perceptions people harbor about you. This cosmic force also embodies masculine energy, offering insights into the archetype of men you may allure.

🌌Mars in the 1st house unravels your allure externally, where your energy becomes swiftly discernible. You're characterized by responsiveness and a tenacious self-advocacy. Occasionally perceived as impulsive or irate, your sanctuary lies in self-indulgence, physical exertion, and athletic pursuits. The gravitational pull extends to men with athletic prowess or those with a self-centric aesthetic.

🌺Mars in the 2nd house manifests allure through olfactory allure, skin aesthetics, or indulgence in epicurean pleasures. Passion for culinary arts and a penchant for opulence mark your identity. Your charm attracts men of affluence or those generously disposed.

🏖️Mars in the 3rd house articulates allure through eloquence and the written word. Passion resonates in your speech, and the written realm becomes a source of profound joy. A proclivity for literature and related pursuits is evident. The enticement extends to multitasking, loquacious men, possibly educators or wordsmiths.

🏡Mars in the 4th house unveils allure in moments of domestic comfort, adorned in unassuming attire. Emotional energy becomes an irresistible magnet. Mars, discreetly nestled here, shares passion exclusively with intimate circles or family. Attraction extends to nurturing, emotionally expressive men, perhaps with a hint of moodiness.

🎨Mars in the 5th house radiates allure during dynamic activities, invoking attractiveness in motion. Passion is channeled into hobbies, joy, and a perpetual youthful spirit. The magnetic pull is towards confident, charismatic, and playful individuals.

🌈Mars in the 6th house renders allure through physique and an organized, health-conscious lifestyle. The zenith of well-being is achieved through proactive endeavors, organization, and animal companionship. Attraction is directed towards industrious, meticulous men, potentially involved in animal care or fitness training.

🌙Mars in the 7th house allures through aesthetic grace, fastidiousness, and a pursuit of justice. The epitome of well-being lies in harmonious relationships and aesthetic refinement. Attraction extends to men who embody beauty, meticulous grooming, and charm.

🔮Mars in the 8th house projects allure through intimate and sexual charisma, intertwined with an aura of power. Stability and emotional equilibrium define your zenith. This allure thrives in secrecy and spiritual pursuits, attracting individuals exuding intense energy, possessiveness, and depth.

🌐Mars in the 9th house emanates allure through vivacity, intellect, and captivating narratives. The ardor for exploration, diverse cultures, and distant realms is palpable. Attraction aligns with optimistic, adventurous men, including educators, professors, or those hailing from diverse cultures.

🏰Mars in the 10th house showcases allure in the public eye, accentuating tenacity and success. Energy converges into achievements and reputation, possibly bordering on work-centric tendencies. Attraction is drawn towards older, stable, and successful men, echoing qualities reminiscent of paternal figures.

📱Mars in the 11th house unfolds allure in the digital realm, exuding uniqueness that captivates social networks. The energy is invested in friendships, aspirations, and dreams. Attraction encompasses peculiar, distinctive men, thriving either in group dynamics or solitude, immersed in individual pursuits.

💖Mars in the 12th house mystically radiates allure, captivating through an enigmatic aura. Appreciation transcends the physical, delving into the spiritual and ethereal facets. Energy is channeled into artistic expressions, resonating with the profound. Attraction unfolds towards artistic, spiritual, emotionally profound individuals, potentially from coastal regions, with a transcendent connection that transcends verbal communication.

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The Ultimate (short) Guide to Crafting Captivating Book Titles: A Writer's Journey into Naming Novels

Embracing the Power of a Book Title

Greetings, fellow writers and wordsmiths! As we embark on the magical journey of storytelling, there exists a crucial milestone—bestowing our creations with a name, a title that encapsulates the essence of our narrative. The quest for the perfect title can be as thrilling as drafting the story itself. In this guide, we will unravel the art and significance of titling a novel, exploring strategies, tips, and the creative process behind crafting an engaging and magnetic book title.

Understanding the Importance of a Book Title

The Gateway to Reader Connection

A book title is the beacon that beckons readers to explore the universe you've crafted. It's the first impression, a snapshot that encapsulates the soul of your narrative. A compelling title can captivate an audience, generating curiosity and inviting them to step into the world you've woven within your pages.

Reflecting the Essence of Your Story

A well-crafted title encapsulates the core theme, mood, or central conflict of your novel. It should resonate with the narrative, teasing elements without revealing too much, leaving a trail of intrigue that entices readers to delve deeper.

The Art of Title Creation

Embrace the Journey: Start with a Working Title

Begin with a placeholder, a working title that captures the essence of your story in its rawest form. Let it evolve and grow as your narrative does. This title might serve as a guiding light until you uncover the perfect one.

Exploring the Heart of Your Story

Consider the central themes, characters, or pivotal moments within your book. Delve into the emotional core of your narrative and unearth words or phrases that resonate with its essence.

Utilizing Literary Devices and Techniques

Explore metaphors, alliteration, symbolism, or even poetic verses. Experiment with wordplay, juxtapositions, and contrasts. These literary devices can infuse depth and intrigue into your title.

Testing and Refining Your Title

The Power of Feedback

Share your title ideas with trusted friends, writing groups, or beta readers. Gather feedback on their impressions and the emotions evoked by the titles. Use this input to refine and narrow down your choices.

Alignment with Your Target Audience

Consider your intended readership. Does your title resonate with the genre and expectations of your audience? Ensure it's not only enticing but also aligns with the preferences of your potential readers.

Finalizing the Perfect Title

Distillation of Essence: Keep it Succinct and Evocative

Aim for brevity and impact. A concise yet evocative title can linger in the minds of readers. Often, the most powerful titles are those that say much with few words.

Research and Avoiding Clichés

Investigate existing titles in your genre to ensure your title stands out. Steer clear of clichés and overused phrases, aiming for originality and uniqueness.

Embrace the Artistry of Title Crafting

Crafting the ideal book title is an art in itself. It's the literary cloak that shrouds your creation, inviting readers into the tapestry of your imagination. Embrace the journey of titling your novel with the same passion and creativity you pour into your storytelling. Let the title be a herald, whispering the promise of a remarkable journey that awaits within the pages of your book.

As you venture forth, remember, the perfect title awaits—a key to unlock the hearts and minds of your future readers.

Happy writing and titling!

This comprehensive guide aims to take writers through the journey of creating an impactful and engaging book title, emphasizing the importance of a title and offering practical strategies to craft one that truly resonates with a novel's essence. If you need further insights, examples, or specific advice on any aspect of titling a novel, feel free to delve deeper into each section. Happy titling!

[the-elusive-soleil]

let future historians wonder

For @maedhrosmaglorweek Day 4: Heroism/Villainy Prompt: With Elrond and Elros

Maglor is, at least by reputation, the greatest poet and bard of the Noldor, and the son of one of his people’s greatest linguists. His wordsmithing should be second to none. And yet he finds that he has no words for the softness, the peace, on Maedhros’ face when he is with the peredhil twins.

His elder brother forged himself into a blade after his captivity, and Maglor did not see anything resembling vulnerability from him since, good or bad. It had stung, at first, to be kept at a distance from the one he had once accounted himself closest to, but after a while he had convinced himself that there was no distance, after all. That this was simply who Maedhros was now, and there was no well of stronger emotion being hidden from Maglor or from the world at large.

But now he watches as Maedhros runs a brush through Elrond’s hair, then carefully instructs Elros in how to weave the braids that he can no longer manage himself, and thinks that perhaps this was only sleeping, not dead or gone. He would be angry at himself for not trying harder, not managing to thaw Maedhros out himself, but he rather suspects that this, like so many turns of their fortunes of late, is something that could only have happened in the strange bend that the world seems to make for these two children and their happiness.

Elrond spots him hovering in the doorway, and smiles and beckons. “Atya! Come sit with us!”

Maglor does, taking up a spot beside and just behind Elros to braid his hair. He keeps it shorter than Elrond’s lately, so Maglor suspects he’ll soon run out and end up playing with Maedhros’ hair instead.

He won’t put this into the songs and tales that he makes of this age, he thinks to himself--the soft hair between his fingers, Maedhros’ shoulder warm where it brushes his and the rasp of his voice with Elrond’s melodic answer. Let future historians wonder about the time that the twins spent with the feared Fëanorian kinslayers. They don’t have a right to these moments, to the love woven through them, to Maedhros’ shell cracking open.

These moments can be just for them.

[sadsongsandwaltzes]

We have some of the greatest examples of art right in the Bible. Crafting words of praise and lament. The joy and anguish of the human soul. Christians ought to value art more than the world. We ought to create art to a higher standard than the world. There’s value in being a wordsmith. There’s value in musicianship.

I fear that, in response to the free thinkin and free lovin movements, many (conservative) Christians undermine artistic endeavors. There seems to be a misunderstanding that creativity and objectivity are opposites. This is false. They work together—they’re tied together. There’s an objective standard from which the subjective flows. One who creates without a grounded footing will not create anything worthwhile. Their work will whither and die — a reflection of their own fate. And one who denies creativity for fear of being uprooted does not understand that the roots exist to grow and flourish — they will be stunted.

Art reaches the very soul. It is born from the soul and captivates the soul. One is touched by a well stated poem, a carefully constructed piece of music, or a well crafted sculpture. Nature itself is canvas of the creative work of God. Beauty informs us. We ought not diminish it. We cede artistic ground to the world and then wonder why no one is fed Truth. Remember, art captivates the soul. We dismiss this fact and leave room only for that which strokes our own ego and swap true creative work for moralistic posturing. Well done artistic work will reflect the truth. It always will, even if those creating it are unaware of this fact.

Don’t settle for bad “Christian” art. Don’t dismiss the importance of “mainstream” art. Don’t undermine the individual need for creativity. Call me a free wheelin hippie, I don’t care. I do not deny objective truth or morality. And it is for this reason I cannot deny the value of well crafted art.

[cnnmairoll]

Sunday Mornings and Cookies

Pairing : Sampo Koski x Reader Genre : Fluff, Domestic Summary : On a lazy Sunday filled with flour-dusted laughter and affectionate banter, you and Sampo create a batch of imperfectly perfect cookies, turning a simple baking session into a cherished memory of sweet delights and tender love. a/n : this fic is part of The Domestic Things They Do With You so feel free to check out what other character will be there!

The morning sun painted a canvas of warmth across your room, coaxing you from the embrace of sleep. You stirred beneath the soft sheets, your senses slowly coming to life as you stretched languidly. As your eyelids fluttered open, your gaze fell upon the sight that never failed to make your heart skip a beat.

Sampo Koski, with his emerald eyes that held the secrets of a thousand tales, and his dark blue hair adorned with white stripes that seemed to capture the essence of a starlit night, was lying beside you. His lips curled into a soft smile as he sensed your awakening.

"Good morning, my treasure," he purred, his voice like honey with a hint of playfulness. "Did you dream about me all night?"

You chuckled and nuzzled your nose against his chest. "Maybe I did. Maybe you were charming your way into my dreams again."

Sampo chuckled, his fingers now dancing up and down your spine. "Well, I can't help it if I'm unforgettable, can I?"

The two of you shared a quiet laugh before settling into a comfortable silence. The apartment felt warm and inviting, a cocoon where the outside world couldn't reach you. The soft hum of a distant city mingled with the sound of your steady breathing. 

"You know, lazy Sundays like these are precious. No clients, no schemes, just you and me."

You hummed in agreement, your eyes fluttering closed "I could get used to this. Just being here with you."

His lips brushed against your forehead in a sweet, lingering kiss. "I hope you do get used to it, because I plan on having many more lazy Sundays with you."

The two of you shifted, and suddenly you were draped across Sampo's chest, his arms securely around you. His fingers traced invisible patterns on your back, sending shivers down your spine.

"You know, I was thinking," he began, his tone contemplative. "Maybe we could try our hand at baking today. I've heard rumors that I'm quite the pastry chef."

You lifted your head and looked at him skeptically. "Rumors? From who? Your overinflated ego?"

Sampo gasped dramatically, clutching his chest. "My ego is hurt! My dear, sweet companion betrays me!"

You laughed, shaking your head. "Alright, alright. We can bake something. But just remember, I have my doubts."

Sampo's grin widened, and he pressed a quick kiss to your lips. "Doubt all you want, my love. You'll see the masterpiece that is my baking skills soon enough."

—----

Sampo's mischievous grin never left his face as he reached for the flour, his fingers dancing playfully through the white powder. "Are you ready to witness the culinary masterpiece that is about to unfold?"

You rolled your eyes, a smile tugging at your lips. "I can't wait to see this masterpiece of yours, Mr. Pastry Chef."

With an exaggerated flourish, Sampo grabbed a mixing bowl and started combining the ingredients. "First, a cup of sugar, for sweetness as radiant as your smile."

You chuckled as he winked at you, his words a charming serenade that wrapped around your heart. "And next, a dash of salt, because life needs a little flavor."

As he continued to recite his poetic instructions, you couldn't help but be captivated by his playful spirit. The room seemed to brighten as he moved around with an easy grace, his fingers measuring and mixing with practiced confidence.

"Now, my love," he announced with a flourish, "we add the vanilla extract, for that touch of sophistication that only you can bring."

"You're quite the wordsmith, aren't you?" You snickered

Sampo winked again, his emerald eyes sparkling. "Only when it comes to describing my muse."

As the batter came together, you took over the mixing duties, your hands moving with gentle precision. Sampo leaned against the counter, his gaze never leaving you as he admired your skills.

"You know," he mused, "there's a certain elegance in the way you handle things. It's as if every movement you make is a dance."

You laughed softly, feeling your cheeks grow warmer. "You really know how to turn a simple baking session into a romantic affair."

Sampo strolled over, his arms wrapping around you from behind as he rested his chin on your shoulder. "Why settle for anything less when I have the most enchanting partner by my side?"

With his presence surrounding you, you felt a sense of warmth and belonging that was unmatched. You leaned into his embrace, feeling his heartbeat against your back.

"Alright, Chef Sampo," you teased, "what's the next step in this culinary journey?"

He chuckled and reached for the chocolate chips, his fingers dancing through the mound of goodness. "Ah, the pièce de résistance! These chocolate chips, my dear, are like the moments we share – sweet, irresistible, and sprinkled throughout our lives."

You couldn't help but be charmed by his words, a mixture of humor and genuine affection that was uniquely Sampo. Together, you folded the chocolate chips into the batter, the mixture taking on a deliciously tempting appearance.

As you spooned the batter onto the baking sheet, Sampo grabbed another spoon and playfully swiped a dollop of batter, smearing it on your cheek. "A dash of playfulness, just to keep things interesting."

You gasped in mock surprise, pretending to be scandalized. "You're incorrigible!"

He grinned unapologetically, his fingers reaching up to wipe the batter off your cheek. "Guilty as charged, my love."

With the baking sheet ready, you placed it in the oven, the anticipation of the sweet treats to come filling the air. Sampo wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into a gentle embrace.

15 minutes later, the cookie was done, Sampo carefully pulled out the tray from the oven and set it down on the counter. "See? I told you I had a hidden talent," Sampo declared triumphantly, holding up a misshapen heart-shaped cookie as if it were a prized possession.

You rolled your eyes, a fond smile tugging at your lips. "You're impossible."

He leaned in, capturing your lips in a tender kiss that spoke of lazy mornings and shared moments. "But I'm your impossible, aren't I?"

As the day stretched on, you found yourselves lounging on the couch, a soft blanket draped over your legs as a movie played on the television. Sampo's fingers idly drew patterns on your thigh, his eyes half-lidded as he absorbed the plot.

"Hey, sleepyhead," you teased, poking his side. "Are you actually paying attention to the movie?"

Sampo feigned innocence, blinking up at you with those emerald eyes. "Of course! It's a... uh... a story about... well, something riveting, I'm sure."

You laughed and shook your head, snuggling closer to him. "You're hopeless."

He wrapped his arm around you, pulling you against his side. "But I'm your hopeless."

And in that moment, surrounded by the comfort of your shared space and the warmth of your love, you realized that lazy Sundays with Sampo were your favorite days in the world. No grand adventures or elaborate schemes were necessary when you had each other.

As the movie played on, you let yourself drift into a contented slumber, secure in the knowledge that you were exactly where you belonged – in the arms of the silver-tongued merchant who had stolen your heart.

[doruk-alp08]

Part #3 Last Part

'10s

Exploring the Legends of Rap/Hip-hop

Modern Rap

Exploring the Evolution of Rap Excellence

In the dynamic realm of rap music, certain artists stand out in each decade not only as formidable lyricists but also as trailblazers shaping the genre's narrative. In this exploration, we delve into the realms of three influential wordsmiths from the '10s: Kendrick Lamar, Pusha T, and Freddie Gibbs.

Kendrick Lamar: The Poetic Provocateur (G.O.A.T)

Compton, California native Kendrick Lamar has made a name for himself as a poetic visionary, crafting intricate narratives that navigate the complexities of race, identity and social justice. His masterpiece 'To Pimp a Butterfly' is a testament to his lyrical skills, interweaving jazz-infused beats and thought-provoking verses that challenge the status of the time.

Lamar's ability to combine storytelling with self-reflection Each project serves as a sonic journey through Lamar's psyche, offering listeners a glimpse into his struggles, triumphs, and reflections on the world around him.

With multiple Grammy Awards and a "Pulitzer" award, Kendrick Lamar is one of the most award-winner artists of all time. Kendrick is also the only artist who has a "Pultizer" award. With the help of his devoted fan base, Kendrick Lamar has proved that he is the most influential artist of his time. This made him a legend in the music industry and in the eyes of the people who listen to music.

Pusha T: The Street Savant

Known for his vivid depictions of street life and razor-sharp wordplay, Pusha T, born Terrence Thornton, emerged from the gritty streets of Virginia Beach to become a lyrical juggernaut. Pusha T has captivated audiences with his gritty tales of drug dealing, loyalty and betrayal as one half of the duo Clipse and later as a solo artist.

Pusha T has earned a loyal following and critical acclaim for his distinctive delivery and unapologetic authenticity. Albums such as My Name Is My Name and Daytona showcase his lyrical prowess and uncompromising vision. They have cemented his status as one of rap's most respected figures.

As president of Kanye West's record label, G.O.O.D. Music, and collaborating with brands such as Adidas and Bape, Pusha T has also made a mark in the world of entertainment and finance. As he continues to push boundaries and elevate the art form, his influence extends far beyond the mic which puts him on this list.

Freddie Gibbs: The Street Historian

From Gary, Indiana, Freddie Gibbs has carved out a niche as a storyteller of street tales and gritty realism. Gibbs paints a vivid picture of life in the trenches, offering a raw and unfiltered perspective on the struggles of the urban experience with his gritty delivery and unflinching honesty.

Gibbs' discography is a testament to his versatility and storytelling ability. Albums such as 'Pinata' (a collaboration with producer Madlib) and 'Alfredo' have been widely acclaimed by critics and fans alike. He stands out as a true wordsmith of the streets with his ability to blend vivid imagery with intricate wordplay.

In addition to his solo work, Freddie Gibbs has collaborated with a wide range of artists. This has further expanded his sonic palette and reinforced his status as one of rap's most fluid voices.

Conclusion

In conclusion, these blog post chains have offered a glimpse into the diverse and dynamic world of rap music. We have highlighted the immense talent and cultural impact of each of the artists featured based on which decade they were in. From the poetic storytelling of Nas and Kendrick Lamar to the boundary-pushing creativity of Kanye West and MF DOOM, and from the street narratives of Ice Cube and 50 Cent to the gritty realism of Pusha T and Freddie Gibbs, each artist has left an undeniable mark on the genre, shaping its evolution and inspiring countless others along the way. As we continue to celebrate the legacy of the rap legends, we should acknowledge their contributions to both music and the wider cultural sphere, and be thankful for their contributions to the genre even if we don't like their music.

[asoiafcanonjonsnow]

🌟🏰✨ Thank You for Making #JonSnowFortNightEvent2023 Epic! ✨🏰🌟

Hey, Winterfell Warriors and Beyond-the-Wall Adventurers!

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It's because of dedicated and gifted individuals like all of you that our fandom remains alive and thriving. Your contributions inspire us all to continue exploring the vast world of A Song of Ice and Fire and keep the spirit of Jon Snow alive in our hearts.

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Trial by Fire (part 24)

A Nightcrawler/Fem!OC romance, drama, and mystery fanfic, with lots of Quicksilver thrown in for fun and even more drama.

Intro (with link to full Ao3 story) First Previous

CW: choking (non-sexual), nearly dying via lack of oxygen, threats of murder

Quicksilver walked with Bedelia down the hall and tapped twice on the metal wall. It opened immediately, and he let Bedelia walk in first. Once he was in, the door shut. Magneto stood before his desk, helmet off, blue eyes sharp and bright, alert. Pietro stayed behind, watching the two. Magneto studied Bedelia, a small grin on his face. “Frost informed me of what passed between you and the X-men.” It wasn’t asked, but it was expected that she explain further. Frost could have lingered in her head to find out, but Magneto wanted to hear it from her lips.

This was the first time Bedelia had seen Magneto with his helmet off. She narrowed her eyes slightly at the sight before glancing at Pietro. Now that she saw the man’s face properly, she saw a very distinct family resemblance. But now was not the time for that realization.

His words focused her on the moment. His helmet was off for the first time. He was not angry; he was smiling. This was a good sign. She, from Magneto, had a small amount of trust...or at least he felt assured that he did not need to be in full intimidating uniform. 

“Did she? I don’t know what more she could have told you than what Quicksilver and I did on the plane. I did not want to go with them. I don’t need would-be heroes meddling in my affairs.” Or putting me at greater risk . That last part went unsaid...

Magneto didn’t respond right away. It was difficult to tell what he was thinking. “Why, journalist, it almost sounds like you want to stay with us.” He let that statement hang in the air, edged with just a bit of sarcasm.

Magneto’s words made Bedelia’s mouth twitch just a bit. He was testing her, wasn’t he? Truth it was then. “Despite the figurative axe above my head, I still have a job to do. I had to see the story through to the end. Besides, they were sloppy, trying to extract me the way they were was…” Bedelia searched for the right word. “Ill-conceived. Far too volatile a situation. Though their effort is appreciated.”

Magneto's blue eyes darkened. It was hard to say with what though, as he kept that smile on his face. Charming but dangerous. “That is very interesting.” 

He crossed his arms before him, “Not that you’re determined to do your job - that much was clear when we found you in Genosha - but it’s interesting in what you just said. You’re a wordsmith...that’s your job. Your entire purpose is to find just the right word or set of words to invoke emotion in people. It is to gain the attention and ire or sympathy or whatever you want from the readers. Therefore, every word, especially while talking to the leader of the Brotherhood, must be calculated and carefully chosen.”

Magneto let a silence stick and build purposely. He caught a shift in his son’s stance and knew he knew something was up. He studied Bedelia closely, looking for her reaction. “Sloppy...extract...far too...volatile.” He repeated her words in measured pauses. 

Bedelia felt a lump forming in her throat. Tension. The axe lining up across her neck.

“We did our research on you, journalist. Believe it or not, we looked over every article you’ve published. Many were regarding mutant rights. Bravo, by the way, a well-intended direction to make up for your genetic lack. But I don’t recall any single article involving...hostage situations.” 

He let the silence be pregnant once more, growing. “And neither does Frost.” Magneto uncrossed his arms and rested his hands on the desk behind him. “‘Or putting me at greater risk,’ I believe, was your exact words.” He echoed the very thought back to her. “Interesting how you seem to be an expert in captive situations like this.” And there he let it hang once more in the heavy, like a noose, for her to decide how to react.

Perhaps it was tiredness, despite the shower and coffee, that led to this. The wrong words. No, the correct words, but used in the wrong situation. The tonal shift from teasing to chilled sent a very appropriate shiver down Bedelia’s spine. She felt her back straighten. Every fiber in her body was on edge. It was back to the first time she spoke to him. Just like before, every word mattered...now, perhaps even more so than then. Yet, when he repeated her own words back to her, Bedelia realized how screwed she was.

“I wouldn’t say an expert; being a journalist who goes into dangerous areas, it is always possible that you will become a hostage. It is advised by FIRE, the reporter’s guild I'm a part of, that we take training on how to deal with these situations. I’ve taken hostage training.”

It was the technical truth. Yet even as she said the words in Bedelia's mind, the drifting subconscious of recalling the memory to speak the truth betrayed her. The memory of her training at Sherman Kent surfaced. Photos of government figureheads and politicians on the walls. The jackets of her classmates, that read CIA emblazoned on their backs. She tried desperately not to think of it yet; how can one force themselves not to think about something?

Unbidden, the memories were forced forward in her mind, rushing through her brain at an unnatural speed. Bedelia being recruited by the CIA after graduating from George Mason University. Her training at Sherman Kent. Learning how to fight. Tests to train her analytical skills. Espionage and disguises. Training to control herself and lie under high-stress situations. Hostage training.

‘She’s lying.’

Frost’s voice rang out in Magneto’s head before she shared the memories with him. The snakelike smile left Magneto’s face instantly. There was only the barest hum of metal as her warning before he raised his hand. Bits of metal flew from behind him, wrapping and dragging Bedelia by the neck and waist to the wall behind her. Quicksilver took a step away, shocked more at the swift, unexpected action than his father’s subtle temper.

“So.” Magneto stepped forward, his voice like ice and his steps echoing sharply in the room. “We have an agent in our midst.” His fist clenched ever so slightly, tightening the metal around her neck. “Give me a reason why I shouldn’t let you suffocate before my eyes right now.” 

Her hands instinctively flew to it, trying to pry it off, but it was useless. Of course, it was useless. And as always, it was Bedelia’s words that had to save her. One chance. One last chance.

“I’m not an agent, I swear…” She managed to get out through the pain and with what little air she was getting. “I dropped out when they threatened to…” The words were strained as the metal was crushing her vocal chords. “...kick me from the program for investigating Essex Corpor…” Bedelia couldn’t even finish the word.

Tears were forming in her eyes, both from fear and as an automatic reaction to the lack of air. Her eyes moved to Quicksilver, silently begging for help. 

Pietro battled down the flicker of panic he felt in hearing and seeing Bedelia lose oxygen. He frowned, the news was a shock certainly, he felt a sting of betral. But the story she told under pressure and duress like this matched what she had said last night. “She’s telling the truth...Though she told me the school was George Mason University.” He tried to sound uncaring and unbothered but could not stop the strain of worry in his tone.

Even as Pietro spoke in support Bedelia felt the metal tighten even more. Hoping that Frost was still in her mind, Bedelia thought of the day she was brought into the director’s office and told to stop. 

‘It is classified. You are to cease this at once.’

‘They are taking people off the streets. Citizens. A private group--’

‘No, Hayes. Stop, or you are out of here. Don’t. You have a promising future here, but this doesn’t concern you. Besides, they are just mutants.’

She thought of her turning in her badge. 

‘You’ll be blacklisted, you know.’ 

‘There are other ways to bring justice for people in need.’

Black was forming at the edges of Bedelia’s vision. The clawing of her fingers was lessening as she started to pass out…

Magneto must have had a second confirmation from Frost as he relaxed the metal ever so. She was still pinned and helpless - helpless was all she could be considering the company - but he allowed her to breathe...for now. “Pity,” Magneto commented coolly. “It would have solved many dilemmas.” 

He looked at Quicksilver before looking back at Bedelia, watching her gulp in air. “But regardless of your growing list of failures, you still obtained the training and education of a CIA agent. Whatever trust you gained here,” for yes, he had heard of the long leash his son had given her, “has been revoked.” His eyes met Pietro’s. It wasn’t a question but in command. Quicksilver nodded, knowing to remain quiet. 

He waved his hand to the side, and the metal unwrapped from her, sinking back into the wall. “Pick yourself up and start writing. The public will be hungry for the news of a second attack. You have one day, journalist.” Magneto spoke with disgust dripping off his words.

Composure was not on Bedelia’s mind as she took large breaths of life-giving air. She collapsed to the ground as the metal released her. Bedelia rubbed her throat, still breathing heavily. At his instructions, orders, Bedelia nodded to show her understanding. One day. And back to square one...no worse than square one. This was just a whole different game.

Getting onto her feet as quickly as possible, Bedelia hurried from the room. Outside the office, once the doors shut, Bedelia leaned against the wall. Trying to catch her breath. She had to steady herself. Center herself. Get hold of herself.

Tears slid down Bedelia’s cheeks. “Still alive. One day. One chance. Pull yourself together.” She told herself. Taking deep, steadying breaths, Bedelia's head snapped up. She walked forward determinedly. Back to Quicksilver’s room. Back to her laptop.

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Quicksilver swallowed even though he wasn’t the one being yelled at. Before Quicksilver could leave behind Bedelia, Magneto held up his hand, a silent gesture to wait. He closed the door momentarily, and Pietro turned to him. Their eyes locked, his cold and dark, Pietro’s light and clear. “Do you need to switch out?” He asked Quicksilver in a serious, hushed tone. There was no concern for Bedelia trying to escape - where would she go? And after that little incident, he knew she’d obey for now. 

Pietro gritted his teeth. “Why would I need that?”

“Don’t play dumb, Pietro, it doesn’t look good on you...or reflect well on me,” Magneto warned. 

The younger man tried to keep his cool, annoyed that he was even being questioned. “Of course not.”

“Then I expect no more coddling of the agent-turned-journalist. Understood?” He didn’t need to say what would happen if there were. 

Quicksilver gritted his teeth. “Yes, sir.” He agreed, knowing anything else, nonverbal or otherwise, would be taken poorly. Magneto opened the door once more, and Pietro followed the path back to his room where Bedelia had gone. 

Once he got inside, he spotted the woman at once and frowned. He was upset for many reasons that she got him in trouble for ‘coddling’ - what did that even mean? - or that she lied to him...in a way. She had told him and Wanda the story last night but omitted certain details. Did she think she could go through the next three years without mentioning that important detail? No, she played on his emotions - not that it had bothered him much that her parents had died in a fire - and spoke of tirelessly working for mutant rights. He wasn’t even sure what to say if anything. Whatever concept of freedom he had was gone. He was just as much of a prisoner as she was...why had he insisted he was fine to Magneto? He could have been free of this!

“You should have gone with the X-men.” The words, flat and cool, left him before he could ask if they were the best to say. 

His words caused just a twitch of a sad smile. “Yes, I should have,” she agreed.

Going to the cot, she sat down on it, taking out the laptop he had stolen for her. As it booted up, she glanced at Quicksilver. “I didn’t lie to you,” she said quietly, the bruises on her vocal cords making her naturally softer to avoid pain. “After I graduated, I was recruited...I was about to tell you before Frost called us but...I guess I wasn’t quick enough.” It was a bad joke at the end, but it made her feel just the tiniest bit better.

“You lied by omission.” He responded as he grudgingly sat on his bed. Being cooped up like this? Magneto had to be punishing him. He had to be punishing him for something bigger even to stick him with the human. It wasn’t like her job required movement, which was what he needed. Maybe he just had bad luck. Of course, the warning he got from Magneto just now was anything but and had all to do with her.

“Not quick at all, no. But you could have mentioned that last night.” That, perhaps, was the double whammy. The ‘coddling’, the drinking, the story...he scowled.

“Perhaps I would have if Pyro hadn’t arrived…” She mused, rubbing her throat again. It was a possibility. If he had asked, she may not have been able to stop herself. 

“Anything else you want to confess? That won’t be the last time Frost is in your mind, for your information.”

His question made her stare at the screen for a moment in thought. Looking back at him, she gave a small, defeated smile. “Two people know I am in trouble. One lives in Mexico and the other is my editor, but there is nothing they can do against the Brotherhood…”

For half a moment, she considered telling him about the USB. But no. That wasn’t anything that would affect the Brotherhood. Why would it matter? Besides, she had just thought of it. If Frost was still in her mind, she already knew.

“...it was merely for my comfort knowing that two people knew…”

Pietro hadn’t actually expected her to fess up to anything like that. When she mentioned two people knowing about this situation or the vague notion of it, he inhaled sharply. “Damn it.” He cursed and ran a hand over his face. Now that meant a lot of tracking and checking to ensure these two weren’t actual trouble. “Well, your comfort just cost us some manpower.” And, no doubt, a stern lecture and a disappointed look or two. That meant… “You told them while I was with you.” His humiliation knew no end. Somehow, someway she had gotten the message across. Hadn’t she talked to the editor when he was down the hall?

“What are their names?” He’d have to inform Magneto...but likely, he’d talk to Frost first. Maybe if the woman was feeling kind - fat chance - she’d take care of it without telling Magneto anything unless he needed to know. 

“My editor’s name is Eugene Goodman…” It was easy enough information to find. And all the Brotherhood would find is a divorced man in his mid-50s who, in all regards, was a normal human. Bedelia’s cry for help probably scared the poor man out of his mind more than anything else.

“But I can’t tell you the name of the other one. He’s a mutant. All I know is he goes by Ink and is a fellow journalist in Mexico. He was helping me out with the Genosha story.” And if they managed to find him, all they would see is a worried man in his late 30s trying to make a living. Not wanting to get into any real danger...if she got out of this alive, she would have to give him a massive apology for putting him on the Brotherhood’s radar.

“And just so you know, it was a phrase code. You couldn’t have known.” He was there for both calls, after all.  The computer was ready, a new word document up and waiting for her words. “I should get to work.”

Pietro noted the two names, knowing they had contacts in Mexico and could ask around. A mutant with such a simple name but possibly a variety of gifts would be noted. He tried to ignore the frustration he felt but his jaw tensed, betraying him. “Hm. Well, enjoy your work,” he said as he got up, “I’ll be back in a bit. Don’t leave this room...or I’ll have to obtain a temporary babysitter, and you won’t like him.” The threat was subtle but evident. 

He hoped Frost would do him a favor and not mention any of it to Magneto. At least, not for a long, long time. He had no pity or sympathy for Bedelia anymore, not when she had managed to make him the fool. With one last look, he left his room, shutting the door with a loud bang.

At this point, Bedelia was defeated. The one she might have had just a little bit on her side was angry with her. Maybe in some ways, it was better like this. This was a full-blown hostage situation now. At least it would get the government off her back a bit if she was ever rescued. If. And if it did take manpower away to investigate, then all the better. Dabbing a few remaining tears from her eyes, Bedelia began to write.

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Fic rec (SPN RPF, J3, Explicit): Golden Cut by @hellhoundsprey

As a J2 OTP reader almost exclusively when it comes to RPF, I could easily have missed this. If you're the same, I seriously recommend at least giving it a chance. It is filthy fucking good. The deliciously portrayed power dynamics between all three of them are captivating, as is the pre-existing relationship between Jeff and Jensen.

And I really can't stress just how fantastically fucking hot it all is. If it helps as an enticement, I feel a few tags missed on the AO3 post are: Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, ANAL HOOK FFS, Rimming, Come Play, Deep Throating, Shy Jensen Ackles, and... well, I could tag forever, but let's go with those as the mains on top of the already delicious tags on the fic.

Fandom: Supernatural (TV 2005) Real Person Fic Pairings: Jeffrey Dean Morgan/Jensen Ackles, Jeffrey Dean Morgan/Jensen Ackles/Jared Padalecki Rating: Explicit/NC-17 Word Count: ~9000

Please enjoy if you check it out (please do yourself a favour and check it out), and don't forget to leave Kudos and comments for the author! 💖 They are treatos for wordsmiths.

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🌟 "Tantalizing Tron" Unveils the Top 12: Let's Dive into Poetry with Farid! 🌟

Gentlemen of OBEY Season 8, the excitement is reaching new heights as we introduce you to our captivating Top 12! These remarkable men are ready to electrify the stage with their unique charm and talents. 🏆💥

As always, your votes on Instagram, Instagram Stories, and Tumblr will play a pivotal role in shaping the journey of our contestants. Make your voice heard! 🗳️📱

Now, let's immerse ourselves in the world of poetry with Farid, representing the land of Pakistan 🇵🇰. Farid is not just a contestant; he's a wordsmith, a poet who weaves emotions and dreams into verses that touch the soul.

Imagine Farid crafting verses under moonlit skies, inspired by the rich tapestry of Pakistan's culture and landscapes. His ability to evoke feelings through poetry mirrors the depth and passion that define OBEY.

As we embark on this poetic journey with Farid, remember that your votes have the power to transform words into art. Join us in celebrating this eloquent poet and his quest for victory! 📜🖋️

Dive into poetry with these hashtags: #OBEYseason8 #Pakistan #FaridThePoet #VoteNow #RubberizedSociety #PoetryPassion 🌐🏆

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Embracing the Blank Page: A New Writer's Journey

Welcome to all of you who like me are on this beautiful journey of the world of words. I am thrilled to embark on this literary voyage with you as I introduce myself as a new writer diving headfirst into the boundless sea of storytelling.

My name is Astrid, and I have always been captivated by the power of all those words that can transport us to distant realms, evoke emotions we never knew we had, and connect us across time and space. For years, I've been a silent observer of the magic woven by authors, poets, and playwrights, but now, it's my turn to step onto the stage and add my voice to the chorus of storytellers.

Like many of you, I've harbored dreams of penning my own tales since I was old enough to hold a pencil. Yet, life's twists and turns often led me down different paths, and the dream of becoming a writer remained tucked away in the recesses of my mind. But recently, something shifted within me—a stirring, a yearning, an insatiable hunger to give life to the stories that have always been whispering in the shadows of my imagination.

So here I am, embracing the blank page with equal parts trepidation and excitement, ready to embark on this exhilarating journey of self-discovery and creative exploration. I may be a newcomer to the world of writing, but I bring with me a heart brimming with passion, a mind teeming with ideas, and a soul eager to pour itself onto the canvas of the written word.

In this humble corner of the internet, I invite you to join me as I navigate the twists and turns of the writer's path. Together, we'll celebrate the triumphs and navigate the trials, sharing in the joy of creation and the camaraderie of fellow wordsmiths.

Here, you'll find musings on my writing process, reflections on the craft of storytelling, and glimpses into the worlds I'm weaving within the pages of my works-in-progress. It's a journey of vulnerability and courage, of doubt and determination, but above all, it's a journey fueled by the boundless power of imagination and the unyielding belief in the magic of storytelling.

So, dear reader, thank you for joining me on this adventure. Whether you're a seasoned writer, an aspiring author, or simply a lover of stories, I'm honored to have you by my side as I take my first steps into the enchanted forest of writing. Together, let's embark on this grand odyssey, pen in hand, heart aflame, and spirits soaring on the wings of imagination.

Until next time, may your ink flow freely and your imagination knows no bounds.

With gratitude and excitement,

Astrid

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Meet the Mods: Jess 🥀

The vision behind Wilted, Jess is all too happy to be Saeran’s captive. A talented wordsmith, her haunting prose will make you crave his darkest desires… She firmly believes Suit does not get the love he deserves.

She runs the Wilted Twitter account, you can find her over there~ 🥀

Have you applied yet? It’s better not to keep Suit waiting… Fill out our application here 🥀

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Intertwined Souls: Love in Riverdale

In the quaint town of Riverdale, a profound tapestry of love and emotions unfolded among four friends: Archie, Jughead, Betty, and Veronica... their connection transcended traditional boundaries, weaving a complex web of intertwining hearts.

Archie Andrews, the charismatic redheaded boy next door, found himself entangled in a bittersweet dance of love with Betty and Veronica. Each passing moment with them ignited a tempest of emotions, his heart torn between the tender, nostalgic affection he shared with Betty and the incandescent, magnetic passion that blazed between him and Veronica. His love stretched across uncharted territories, daring to embrace both souls with equal fervor.

Betty, the epitome of compassion and tenderness, carried a profound love for both Archie and Jughead within the depths of her soul. Her emotions flowed like a gentle river, intertwining their affections into a tapestry of exquisite intimacy. The love she held for Archie emanated with a comforting warmth, like a soft embrace that whispered of familiarity and cherished memories. In contrast, her connection with Jughead blazed like a wildfire, untamed and passionate, igniting a flame that illuminated the uncharted depths of her heart. Her very being yearned to immerse herself in the intricate dance they shared, to explore the boundless dimensions of their love.

Jughead Jones, the enigmatic wordsmith, was irresistibly drawn to both Archie and Betty. Their collective love wove a symphony that resonated within the chambers of his heart, a melody that echoed through every fiber of his being. The tender caresses from Betty and the intense connection he shared with Archie became interwoven threads in the tapestry of his soul, forming a masterpiece of emotions that defied the limitations imposed by society.

Veronica Lodge, the embodiment of fierce independence, was captivated by the blossoming love among Archie, Jughead, and Betty from the moment she stepped foot in Riverdale. The intimacy they shared ignited a fire within her, compelling her to yearn for a place within their intertwined hearts. In their presence, her emotions surged like a symphony, a harmonious blend of desire and longing that transcended conventional boundaries. With an unyielding yearning, she sought to join their dance, intertwining her heart with theirs in a passionate and profound union.

United in their journey through the trials of Riverdale, they forged ahead, guided by a love that transcended societal boundaries. Their bond became a sacred refuge, a sanctuary where authenticity flourished, shielded from the harsh judgments of the world. Within the embrace of their collective arms, they discovered a sanctuary—a place of solace and comfort that kindled an inferno of passion. In this sacred space, they found not only respite but also an unparalleled sense of belonging—a profound intertwining of souls that whispered, "Here, you are cherished and understood."

In a town shrouded in secrets and cloaked in shadows, they sought solace within each other's arms, intertwining as lovers in a tapestry woven with vulnerability and desire. Together, they defied the constraints of societal expectations, boldly rewriting the rules to forge a bond that defied definition, a love story that dared to be uniquely their own.

And thus, the tapestry of love among Archie, Jughead, Betty, and Veronica flourished, their hearts entwined in a symphony of perfect harmony. Amidst the chaos that enveloped Riverdale, their love blossomed as a radiant beacon, illuminating the path of hope and acceptance. Their connection stood as a resounding testament to the indomitable power of love, an unwavering reminder that its strength transcends boundaries, and the desires of the heart know no bounds...

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Part #2

'00s

Exploring the Legends of Rap/Hip-hop

Roots Of The Modern Rap

In the ever-evolving landscape of rap music, certain artists stand out in each decade not only because of their musical prowess but also because of their distinctive style and the contributions they have made to the genre. As we continue to explore the world of rap legends, we'll look at three influential artists from the '00s: MF DOOM, Kanye West, and 50 Cent.

MF DOOM: The Mysterious Wordsmith

A true underground icon in the world of hip-hop, Daniel Dumile was known by his stage name MF DOOM (among other aliases). MF DOOM captivated audiences with his enigmatic personality and innovative approach to rap music through his intricate wordplay, complex rhyme schemes and signature mask.

Born in London and raised on Long Island, MF DOOM first came to prominence as part of the duo KMD. He then embarked on a career as a solo artist. His album 'Operation: Doomsday, which came out in 1999, gave audiences a glimpse of his villainous superhero persona, inspired by Marvel Comics's Doctor Doom.

Over the course of his career, MF DOOM has released a number of critically acclaimed albums, including 'Mm. Food" and "Madvillainy", which saw him collaborate with producer Madlib. His distinctive flow and introspective lyrics have earned him a loyal fan base and cemented his legacy as one of the most innovative artists in the history of hip hop.

Kanye West: The Man Who Needs Therapy

Few artists have influenced rap and popular culture as profoundly as Kanye West. From his groundbreaking production work to his boundary-pushing creativity, Kanye has consistently pushed the boundaries and redefined what rap music can be.

Having begun his career producing for the likes of Jay-Z, Kanye quickly became a successful solo artist with the release of his debut album The College Dropout in 2004. Featuring soulful beats, introspective lyrics, and fearless social commentary, The College Dropout established Kanye as one of the biggest names in rap music.

Since then, Kanye has continued innovating and experimenting with his sound, with albums like 'Late Registration', 'My Beautiful Dark Twisted Fantasy' and 'Yeezus' receiving critical acclaim. Cementing his status as one of the most influential artists of his generation, Kanye's influence extends beyond music into fashion, design, and even politics. Because of this, he is one of the most hated artists of all time.

50 Cent: From the Streets to the Spotlight

Curtis Jackson, a.k.a. 50 Cent, became a household name in the early 2000's with his dark street stories and catchy hooks. Hailing from the rough streets of Queens, NY, 50 Cent was catapulted to stardom with his debut album, Get Rich or Die Tryin', which became one of the top selling rap albums ever.

With hits like "In da Club", "21 Questions" and "P.I.M.P.", 50 Cent quickly became a household name with his trademark bravado and no-nonsense attitude. He drew listeners into his world, offering a glimpse into the harsh realities of street life through his raw lyricism and compelling storytelling.

In addition to music, 50 Cent has expanded his empire into a variety of business ventures, including film production, acting and entrepreneurship. His status as one of the most influential figures in hip-hop history is inarguable, and his impact on both the rap industry and popular culture as a whole is undeniable.

To sum up, MF DOOM, Kanye West, and 50 Cent are not only rap artists but also public idols that everyone from all over the world idolizes. Their innovative approaches to music, fearless creativity, and unflinching authenticity that make them special, have solidified their place in the palace of rap royalty.

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Milana Vayntrub's Net Worth: A Measure of Artistic Currency

In the vibrant tapestry of the entertainment industry, one figure stands out not just for her talent but for the depth of her influence and the resilience of her spirit. Milana Vayntrub, a cultural fusion born in Uzbekistan and nurtured in the diverse landscape of the United States, has forged a path marked by versatility, dedication, and a profound commitment to making a difference. Her story transcends mere success, weaving a narrative rich with passion, creativity, and unwavering determination.

Early Beginnings and Rise to Prominence

Vayntrub’s journey began as a whisper of promise, a young talent stepping onto the stage of commercials at the tender age of five. Yet, it was in 2013 that her star ascended to new heights with her embodiment of AT&T’s beloved Lily Adams. For over three years, she infused the quirky saleswoman with an infectious charm, carving her name not just into the annals of advertising but into the collective consciousness of pop culture.

Beyond the Commercials

While Lily Adams catapulted her into the limelight, Vayntrub’s artistic horizons extend far beyond the confines of commercials. With the grace of a chameleon, she has seamlessly transitioned between genres, breathing life into characters across both television and film.

From the whimsical realms of “Other Space” to the heart-wrenching drama of “This Is Us,” her versatility knows no bounds, captivating audiences with each nuanced performance. Additionally, her voice talents in “Robot Chicken” further underscore her depth as an artist, showcasing a range that transcends the limitations of medium.

A Multifaceted Artist

Yet, Vayntrub’s creative canvas extends beyond the realm of acting. As a wordsmith and humorist, she has co-created and starred in the web series “Let’s Talk About Something More Interesting,” offering audiences a glimpse into her wit and wisdom. Her written contributions to shows like “Robot Chicken” serve as a testament to her versatility, while her advocacy work, including the founding of the “#CantDoNothing” movement, speaks volumes about her commitment to using her platform for social good.

Highlights

From her silver screen debut in “Life Happens” to her memorable roles in “Ghostbusters” and “This Is Us,” each milestone in Vayntrub’s career serves as a beacon of her talent and resilience. Her ability to inhabit characters with authenticity and empathy has earned her acclaim and admiration, solidifying her status as a force to be reckoned with in the entertainment landscape.

Here are some of the best highlights of Milana Vayntrub’s career

Life Happens (Movie, 2011)

House of Lies (TV-Show, 2012 – 2016)

Other Space (TV-Show, 2015)

Ghostbusters (Movie, 2016)

All Nighter (Movie, 2017)

Werewolves Within (Movie, 2021)

Milana Vayntrub’s Personal Journey

While glimpses of her personal life occasionally surface, Vayntrub navigates the realm of fame with grace and dignity, prioritizing her craft above all else. Despite speculation surrounding past relationships, including rumored ties to singer-songwriter John Mayer, she remains steadfast in her dedication to her career and causes, refusing to be defined by anything other than her artistry and activism.

Milana Vayntrub Net Worth

With estimates of Milana Vayntrub net worth is around $4 million, Vayntrub’s wealth lies not just in monetary value but in the richness of her impact. ....... Read More

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