#just being able to comunicate in my own terms

[gorefetishizer]

Partner was stroking my hair and looking at me lovingly and i just realized that i rlly am living with. Them. And they like actually make me feel loved and seen and like. This is happening To Me wtf. Six months. Of this. Wtf

[prince-liest]

Your last 666 series installment is the best thing that happened to me. Its full of gore, somehow fluffy and wait-.. do I finally see some FRICKING COMUNICATION between the two idiots!?!?!

Ngl, Vox's 'Alastor not being able to love' statement hurt my soul. Your writing is brilliant and and let's just see what ending ya wro-..O MA LORD IS THAT VAL'S LOVE POTION!?!?!?!?

Now I need to know what's next!!!! And VOX I SWEAR IF U USE THIS SITUATION IN ANY WAY IM GOING TO SKIN YOU ALIVE.

This series is a blast♡ love it!♡ makes me weirdly passionate and excited hah!

Some communication, and some communication failure, hahaha. They're going to be talking a lot more in the next one, actually, because I meant to write some NSFW and they had to go and attempt a healthy conversation instead. What can you do.

Thank you so much, I'm delighted that you're enjoying! :D

And: Way more anon asks about the latest 666 getting answered under the cut! <3 I combined a bunch from the last couple of days.

prince, I'm going insane over the latest fic. so we know from Alastor's inner monologue that he knows the roofie was an accident, but considering the super stressful situation, the fact that Vox was the one to ask for a kiss and the fact that Alastor accused him of wanting instead of loving him not a few minutes ago…. makes me wonder if Vox might not be at least a little worred that Alastor might think it was on purpose <3 gonna be rotating this in my head for the foreseeable future - ✨

I am so glad that these things are on y'all's minds, hahaha. Because you can bet they are on mine. >:D And THANK YOU, very pleased to be dragging everyone down into insanity with me.

“Should I stitch together the scars your teeth left in me in a mirror of my own signature on your body.” Fucking. POETRY. 🐈‍⬛

I am always so happy when I write shit like this and instead of everyone pointing at me and going, "Look, what an EDGELORD!" the response is you people being VERY nice and leaning into the feelsy fun! 💛

holy moly ??? i love the new 666 addition aaaah 😭🙏 the trials and tribulations of feeling scorned and ghosted by a loser who confessed his love to you and the next time you see him he’s holding your LITERAL heart in his hands by alastor ! OMFG this was too good esp the part where vox is like “bro why do YOU CARE ?? i thought you didn’t love me huh?” and alastor is like well. maybe i.do. 😐 LIKE CMONN this really played out like some soap drama and i loved the neat details on resuscitative thoroctomy (learned a new word too so double bonus) the fact vel was on the line w her and val’s apparent surgeon for val’a little ‘incidents ??? GOLDEN I SAYY hope we see more of ur oc … 🫣🫣 btw ofc vox would love to an end an argument with a kiss OF FUCKING COURSE HE WOULD 😭 thank u sm for this chapter princeliest my dear <3 hope life is treating u well too !! -🦌

Vox is ahead of Alastor in terms of effective in-the-moment conflict resolution, but goddamn if he isn't fucked up in his own fun little ways. They're so not done with most of these issues, but at least they're on they're way to maybe be able to have a real conversation about them!

You know. If they chose to do that kind thing. Instead of whatever they will probably do instead.

Anyway, THANK YOU!! I had a great deal of fun writing this chapter and digging into some of the issues that have been slowly collecting underneath the surface of kinky radiostatic, so I'm happy you guys are enjoying as well!! :D

AS FOR MY OC... I WILL POST ABOUT THEM SOON. I LOVE THEM A LOT AND IT EXCITES ME THAT PEOPLE WANT TO KNOW MORE OF THEM. Tysm for asking Q^Q

Just read the new addition to the 666 verse, and inside of me are two wolves: The first is saying: Immaculate, artistry of the highest form. We finally get Alastor’s own confrontation with his vulnerability and him trying to figure out what exactly the relationship with Vox means to him. Cannot wait for how this all is going to develop. The other part of me: THE BREADCRUMBS WORKED THE MUSE IS WRITING!!! Followed by this image (since tumblr won’t let me attach it while being anonymous) https://i.redd.it/hx2shk642vs71.jpg -🕊️

LMAO THAT PIC. Amazing, flawless, thank you. The breadcrumbs DEFINITELY worked, please keep feeding. Digging into Alastor's shit is bringing me life and I'm happy to share it, hahaha. We're swinging even harder on the introspection in the next one!

As a sucker for medical gore and aroace angst, I lack the words to express my love and appreciation for your most recent installment of 666, but your writing of radiostatic's dynamic was captivating and proved to be such a lovely read as always! I loved that you touched on Alastor's relationships with the women around him as that has always been such an interesting aspect of his character to me! I never really put much thought into how Vox's apparent avoidance of Alastor in the show could mirror Alastor's disappearance, and now it will Not leave my mind. My heart hurts for these two dorks, super looking forward to chapter 2!

"Medical gore and aroace angst" should be the title of my memoir. Honestly, this series has ended up a lot more edgy-bloody than I expected it to, since I usually tend to prefer to portray my whump/angst/violence/etc in a much more roundabout way, but it's actually kinda tipped over into, like... part of the point is how banal it is, how beside the point. The upsetting heavy-hitting bits aren't the blood, they're everything else that goes on around it. Anyway, thank you so much! <3 I think your heart will find some relief in chapter two, haha, I hope you enjoy!!

Meanwhile alastor, completely convinced that there’s no situation where vox actually loves him and is happy with the way things are—either vox wants more and is going to start asking for more, or he doesn’t actually love him and just wants to have sex with him and thus either way he is a Liar. They’re so fucking bad at this. No one is capable of being the adult here. I think they need an auspitice.

It's really funny that you said that, because that is kind of exactly the role that [spoiler] ends up playing, though in a more roundabout way, hahaha. They certainly need someone to, like, get them to be having the same conversation with each other instead of two parallel ones. I think the fun thing about writing Alastor reacting to his own feelings is just how much his reaction can change based on how things are framed for him, and it leaves a lot of wiggle room for how differently I've ended up writing him reacting to the season 1 finale in 666 vs in Happily Ever After, and Other Shit Nepotism Can't Buy.

But, god, you really nailed the description of what Alastor is feeling. <3

Vox in the latest 666, my ENTIRE HEART. Literally nothing about how he read the situation was a bad take or a leap to conclusions, but alastor constantly says the opposite of what he means and refuses to admit vulnerability or friendship and what the hell else was vox meant to do with that, of course he backed off, they need to have this talk so badly

YES, PRECISELY! Like, I hope it came through that really neither of them was completely crazy to react the way they did! It's a result of how much of their communication has been nonverbal, implied, and talking around things - they'd been doing so well up until this point, but there's only so far that can take you before you start thinking that you're on the same page when really you're reading two completely different books! Thank you sm! <3

‘But I am capable,” Alastor says gently. “I love you very much.” Vox gapes up at him. “...I. Fuck you.” His voice is tight, strained. “I don’t fucking believe you.” Alastor feels his smile thin. “Well. That’s just dandy, then, isn’t it?”’ I AM NOT OK GOING FUCKING FERAL

Probably one of my favorite lines to write, ehehehe. THANK YOU ANONNNN <3 It's kinda interesting to see how differently some people read this. Some folks thought Alastor was saying it to hurt Vox (which is how Vox read it). Some folks thought it was true (how Alastor intended it). Some folks thought Alastor was trying to fit into the mold that he thought Vox wanted from him (how I intended it). All of them make sense as readings! >:)

[apoptoses]

"honestly the most distressing thing about making creative works is that the thing you’re really proud of is never what resonates with your audience, and the thing you feel like you just slapped together ends up a hit" wait don't tell me!!! Is this about Apotheosis? Girl that was a masterpiece, I'm still recovering. It's been a very busy couple of days and it took me a while to be able to finish it but I have so. many. THOTS. But before I get into that, if this is watersports 2.0 (which I still love with every inch of my heart) in that people aren't responding to it as enthusiastically as they have to some of your other stuff... I can't dsjssk the prose is fucking insane, it's all fucking insane!!! @ everyone please do yourself a favor and go read this!!!

First, loved the title. Killed it as usual.

Ngl, initially I was mostly going to focus on Daniel’s monsterfucking tendencies and his depravity and Armand enabling his ass and helping him make a mess in his pants at church and how this fandom needs more church porn (all things considered) but then halfway through I had a fucking revelation lmao, and once it hit me I couldn’t stop.

Like I said, a masterpiece, I don’t even know where to begin! Armand-not-Armand whispering behind Daniel’s ear was the perfect blend of unsettling and hot. Calling him a child in the same way he was called a child. So vivid and bizarre and unnatural. It made me wonder just how much Armand shared with Daniel in such a way, how much he let him see. My guess is that… Daniel saw more than enough djdhdjssj, and Armand even made a point to remind him on the plane that once he turned him, he would never share his visions with him again. How much did he show him? How much did he reveal about himself when he chose to comunicate with Daniel like this? I had never really thought about their relationship in these terms (not beyond them communicating through the mind gift at least, and what happened with their shared dreams of the twins but that was part of a much bigger thing), but it was an undeniable part of it, and you explored it in a way that felt so perfectly Ricean. Unsettling, hot, so full of possibilities. Like, Daniel being devoured like the woman at the theater, and the vampire drinking from Daniel’s thigh in the vision, was it meant to resemble Alessandra? Insanity! 🥹

“Daniel Molloy was never going to be canonized a saint, the only god he knows is the dead thing on the kneeler at his side. There’s no more down hill from here.” Yes bb we have arrived! Welcome to rock bottom 😎

This is unlike anything you’ve written imo, and I’d be so so down for more joint depraved visions and Armand sharing what might or might not be memories, pieces of his own history and recreations of his past disguised as filthy fantasies in order to torment his lover, bring them closer together and ultimately doom them both. You’re a genius I stg!!! xoxo DA ❤️

Ahhhh thank you DA 😭 I have this persistent worry that low feedback = the thing I tried to do didn't telegraph and as much as I like risk taking I can't help but wonder when the risks pay off.

But like they're not in a happy place in this fic so maybe that's the problem lol I usually have them so loving but being dragged to mass, forced to sit and listen to Good Friday sermons on death and resurrection and ever lasting life- Daniel would be hanging by a thread! He's sitting beside the person who can give him that but is denying him and he can't talk to anyone about it! And Armand won't talk to him about why and won't share his past! Of course he ends up crabby and snippy even at the end.

Re: the visions, I had this really strong intention that this is a variation on something that happened to Armand when he was taken to the cult. Not in an actual church, maybe, but he's blending himself with his memory of Santino here and creating a version of his own experience for Daniel. So absolutely that was Allessandra, that was sometimes Santino holding him up, some of those were words Armand himself heard.

And to me that puts his performance at the theater for Louis into perspective. Because people have caught on that this is also a repeat of that, but maybe not drawn the conclusion that the theater scene came from something even further in the past.

And YEAH I think a lot about what memories Armand might have twisted around and shown Daniel, that Daniel might have written off as straight up fantasies crafted for him until much much later. Or what acts he replayed with him without telling him it was something he experienced. I think Daniel learned a lot about him without even realizing it.

[...] you explored it in a way that felt so perfectly Ricean. Unsettling, hot, so full of possibilities. <- This is the best compliment ever 😭😭😭 That's all I wanted to do!! I will be treasuring this message forever!!!

and god YEAH we need so much more church porn, these are the most weirdo religious books and weirdo religious vampires, we deserve smutty blasphemy!!

But thank you, you always come through with something so nice and insightful every time I'm pressed about my work, how could I live without you ♥

[jaz-xedarix]

The Return of the Star

So here we are. Finally after sooo many years of hiatus, I am able to go back to the action by translating this amazing work from our beloved Mr. Yoshida. 

I want to thank to the proof readers that helped me checking this English version. As you know, English is not my mother tongue and plus it is not perfect at all, less in this late times that I haven’t talk at all with English speakers as before, as you see I manage to comunicate with you quite well but it is different when one need to comunicate someone else’s ideas XD So there might be some little mistakes in this text, feel free to tell me if there’s something wrong with it. 

As for some words, one of them that is still making some noise in my head is “Hansom”. Usually I use google translate to help me with the job and usually it gives me some words that I have never seen before and that’s why I depend on you guys to help me correct XD So mr.G.Translate said “hansom” is “a two-wheeled horse-drawn carriage accommodating two inside, with the driver seated behind.”. And you can find this word a couple of times in this text, and reading the novel I think this is the best word for it, if there’s another word for it, please tell me. 

Maybe this is the only word I had trouble with. Anyways I hope you enjoy this as I did translating this for you guys. 

Thanks so much to Buffalo Borgine and Lamy for helping me correcting the text.  ❤ Part II is in process, so wait for it soon ❤ So, with no more to say, here it is: 

                                                                                                         ----------------

And I have given to them

knowledge of your name, and will give it,

so that the love which you have for me

may be in them and I in them.

JOHN 17.26

                                                              I

 “Aaahh, I can't take it anymore!”

“Why are you whining again, father?” Esther Blanchett asked, in an annoyed tone to her companion, who was putting on a face like a man condemned to death.

 Surrounded by the steam from the train, halfway down the ladder, she turned her slightly tanned face towards her interlocutor.

 “Don't waste your time and come down immediately. If you stay there, you will disturb the other passengers.”

“Esther... couldn't it be possible for me to go straight back on this train?”

 The evening light that was filtering through the stained-glass ceiling of the international arrivals platform had a reddish hue. In the wintry air, hard as a witch's kiss, the station passengers and employees moved busily.

 The one who continued to complain stubbornly was the tall priest with the rebellious silver hair who accompanied Esther. If he had been quiet, it could be said that he was attractive, but he did not leave his miserable expression as he descended from the train with a suitcase in each hand.

 “What is this so urgent that the Cardinal wants? If it's a report, we could have done it in Rome. Coming just here... I have very bad omens. I know something horrible will happen to me again.”

“Father, isn't it a common thing for Her Eminence to scold you? I thought you were used to it.”

 Father Abel Nightroad nodded, still murmuring as Esther shook her long red hair theatrically. After a year of working together, she had already learned that there was no point in reasoning with this complainer. Lifting her suitcase with both hands, the nun started down the platform, expressionless.

 The international arrivals area was packed with people. The participants of the ceremony that was to be held three days later must have been arriving. All the travelers carried large suitcases, and the air was filled with incomprehensible conversation. In the midst of the confusion, the nun began with a steady pace...

“Ahhh...!”

Feeling the night air in her lungs, Esther heaved a little sigh. As if finally realizing where she was, she stopped dead and looked out of one of the station windows.

“Sure... I'm back...”

 The landscape that unfolded before her eyes was not that of Rome, where she has spent the year before. It was neither the one in Byzantium, where they had been until a few days ago, nor the one in Skopje, where they had stopped that day. The city surrounded by gentle hills and crossed by a meandering river was certainly like Byzantium or Rome. However, the twisted capitals and ceramic tiles gave the panorama a personality of its own, it was the landscape that had surrounded Esther for as long as she could remember.

  The city of Istvan, protectorate of the Vatican.

It was the easternmost of the cities controlled by mankind… and the place where Esther had grown up.

“Nothing has changed... nothing...”

 Facing the city that she saw again a year later, Esther heaved another sigh.

She had changed a lot, but her city remained the same. The running of the Danube, the cracks in the cobblestones... The sweet evening light embraced the same landscape that Esther had left back a year before.

 However, even if you thought your city was still the same, could you feel at ease? There she had sad and painful experiences, the memory of which made her suffer. Maybe that was inevitable when one returned to one’s homeland...

“Aaaaah, what did they get me this time?”

 The young woman was now absorbed in her warm memories but she came to herself as a rumbling voice rose like coming from the depths of Hell. Annoyed, she turned, and was met by a long figure who was sighing wistfully. The spectacled priest stroked his hair like a bad actor of tragedy who wanted to convey the idea of ​​bearing all the pain in the world.

 “Have they heard that I've set up a garden at the seminary? Or have they discovered those peaks that I added to the invoices...? Aaaah, Lord, protect your servant! Can't get them to turn a blind eye?”

“I have the feeling that before you became religious you were already a failure as a human being...”

 Lord! That she could not even have a moment of peace being with that companion! Esther sighed deeply, feeling sorry for herself. Come to think of it, it was precisely in that place where she had seen the father for the first time, a year ago. That meeting had been the beginning of the person she had become. Under normal circumstances, it would be a very important memory. Why was she unable to get excited?

 “But the truth is that you have some reason, father…” Esther continued speaking, being careful not to meet her eyes with her companion’s. “Why did Her Eminence make us come to Istvan? Even if they do the ceremony for the fallen, we don't have to attend ourselves… Do she want to hear the report about the Empire as soon as possible?”

“If that's just it, we'll be in luck... To get back to Rome from Skopje, going through here doesn't mean much of a change in route in terms of distance either. But the Cardinal does not like to change plans. That she had given a counter order is extremely rare... Aaaah, they must have caught me on something!”

 At the surprised look of the nun, the priest squatted and clutched his head.

 Two days before, once their mission was completed in Byzantium, they had reached Skopje, capital of the Marquisate of Macedonia. According to the original instructions, from there they were to take the road that go straight to west, to Rome. However, he had received an encrypted message ordering them to change their plans: «Instead of going back to Rome, go to Istvan to participate in the ceremony for the fallen. Report your mission when we meet».

 The ceremony to which the message referred was in honor of the fallen in the battle of Istvan the previous year. It was promoted by the Archbishop of the city, the Vatican's Public Relations Minister, Antonio Borgia, and Pope Alessandro himself were going to be present. As Secretary of State, Cardinal Caterina Sforza was also going to participate, and that is why she was in the city at the time. In that regard, meeting in Istvan to present the mission report made sense.

 What Esther did not understand was something else...

 «Participate in the ceremony for the fallen.» Why had she explicitly summoned them to participate in the ceremony? Those who organized it were the Archbishopric and the Ministry of Vatican Public Relations. Esther, who worked for the Secretary of State, had nothing to do with them. Could it be that there was a new mission? Telling the truth, it looks a little strange

“Well, the easiest thing will be to ask the Duchess of Milan directly… Hurry, father.”

  The agglomeration was considerable. If they didn't hurry out of the station and take a hansom, they would have to walk to the hotel the Secretary of State had reserved for them. To try to avoid it, Esther forcibly lifted her partner. Taking the tickets from the two of them, she headed purposefully toward the checkpoint.

“Staying here raving doesn't help much either. We have to meet with the Cardinal at once and make your report.”

 For security reasons, the international arrivals platform was separated from the outside by revolving doors. Esther showed the officer her passport, which identified her as an employee of the Holy See, and quickly went through the doors to go outside. While the priest went through the same process, she turned to look for a hansom.

 “Sister Esther!!!”

 A brutal, deafening scream rose around her.

 At the same time, her eyes were filled with white lights. She didn't even have time to realize that it was the flashes of a multitude of daguerreotypes. The nun turned her face away as a wave of voices washed over her.

 “Sister Esther! Finally, you are here! A few statements, please!”

 The chorus of voices followed by a crowd of men and women armed with notepads and fountain pens. Dazed by the flashes, Esther couldn't make out their facial expressions, but it didn't seem like those violent voices were directed at her by mistake or that it was all an elaborated joke. Among the mass crowded around the nun and the priest, the flashes continued to shine.

 “Eh, eh?”

But what was happening?

 Esther was stunned, surrounded by the sparkles.

 All those people seemed to be reporters and journalists. Those who carried that heavy tape recorder, were they from the radio? They were of all ages and aspects, but they all wore press passes issued by the Ministry of Vatican Public Relations on their chests. But why would the media be so interested in her?

 Stunned by events, Esther could do nothing but stand there. It was then that a laughter rang out behind them.

 “Heh, heh, heh! Finally, my time has come! At last, the world recognizes my charisma!”

 Abel, who had been just as surprised as she, began to show off with a boastful air, turning so quickly it looked like he was about to break a bone, he offered the cameras the profile he thought suited him best.

 “Hello everyooone! As I see that you are so interested, I am going to tell you some secrets about myself. My full name is Abel Nightroad. I am an itinerant priest of the Vatican. I am Virgo and my lucky number is 13. Regarding my career, I am precisely considering writing some memoirs that… Eh !?”

 With a cry like a toad, the priest was swallowed up by the mass of journalists who huddled mercilessly. Ignoring his painful moans, the reporters began bombarding Esther with questions, who remained motionless in the center of the crowd.

 “Sister Esther, what impressions do you have when you return to your homeland?”

“It's been a year since you finished with Gyula, how do you feel now?”

 Screaming echoed through the clicking sound of the flashes. Unconsciously, Esther recoiled from the throng of journalists and cameras.

 “What... what do you want?”

 When her brain began to function normally again, she realized that the goal of all this was her. But why? What did all those journalists expect of her!?  She was just a simple nun!

 Esther's questions were immediately answered when a middle-aged journalist, dressed in a dirty coat, showed her a piece of paper.

 “Sister Esther, have you had a chance to see the script for this new opera? Do you have any comments about it?”

“Eh... huh...!? I do not have any idea of what is happening... An opera...? What opera!?”

Looking at the paper, Esther stood with her mouth open with the surprise.

 It was a flier printed in high quality paper. One couldn't say that the colorful design or the propaganda phrases were the best taste, but whatever. More than that, what stunned Esther was the central illustration.

 Against the background of a striking cross, a beautiful nun struck down a man with a sword blow, dressed in aristocratic clothes, the fallen one twisted his monstrous face and showed two long fangs between his lips. And the legend of the drawing said:

 «The Star of Sorrow. Next release. Saint Esther and the devil Gyula: An apocalyptic fight!!! ». But what does this mean?!

 “It is a commemorative work for the liberation of Istvan, Sister Esther. It represents your fight against the vampire... Didn't you know anything about it?”

 The journalists looked at her, puzzled, but Esther didn't realize it. She was not for those things. Squeezing the paper in her hands, she tried to put the chaos of her thoughts in order.

“Saint Esther?”

 But where did that come from?!

 “Well, it's a very important work...” continued the journalist, with a certain pride in his voice, as if he were the scriptwriter himself. “Not only the casting, but also the production has had the support of the Ministry of Vatican Public Relations. The script was written by the Archbishop of Istvan himself and a budget of one million dinars has been invested. Tonight is the premiere... Ah! Is it for that why you've come today?”

“Eh? Well, no…”

 At the question, Esther only had the strength to shake her head.

 What was happening before her eyes seemed so unreal that it would be said that she was dreaming it. She wanted to return to her hometown to walk quietly through the streets again, visit the bishop's tomb, go to greet the families of her fellow partisans one by one... As she remembered her plans, a distant noise made her come to her senses.

 “Sister Esther Blanchett,” a monotonous voice sounded over the sound of a horn.

Looking for that familiar voice, she saw that, beyond the mass of journalists, there was a car parked. The face staring at her from the driver's seat was one she knew all too well.

“Father Iqus!?”

“The Duchess of Milan has ordered me to come and find you. Get in the vehicle, please” explained Tres Iqus, Ax Gunslinger's agent, with his hands on the wheel. “Ignore the media and present yourself immediately. Those have been the words of her eminence. Get up at once. The Duchess awaits you at the Opera House.”

“Agree!”

 What was all the fuss about? And what was the Duchess doing at the Opera House?

She had many questions in mind, but she nodded and followed the instructions she had been given. Her superior's orders were clear and Caterina herself would surely know how to explain something more about that bad taste joke.

 “Father Nightroad, get up, we're going!”

“I ... it's my moment... I'm so charismatic...”

 Dragging Abel, as if he were another suitcase since he was still semi-conscious, Esther ran with all her might amidst the rain of flashes and questions from journalists. Without turning to the chasing mass, Esther yelled as she approached the car:

 “Father Iqus, open the opposite door!”

 They had not seen each other for three months, but now was not the time for long greetings.

 “Who they're chasing is me… I'll meet you later, but decoy me now, please.”

“Understood. Request fulfilled.”

The short priest did not hesitate for a moment. Probably, thinking about the possible courses of action, his circuits had reached the same conclusion as Esther. Quickly opening the other door, he added:

“Current time: eighteen-zero-zero. The Duchess of Milan is in the Opera House. Head there as soon as you can. I will mislead the media.”

 Nodding firmly at the cold but confident voice, Esther let her luggage into the back seat and ran out the other side of the vehicle. Just when she had finished hiding behind some construction materials there, she adjusted the bonnet around her head, the car started.

 “Wait, Sister Esther! Some statements!”

The plan worked and the journalists came out in droves after the vehicle that had left behind only the smell of the tires burned. Those who had been so sufficiently farsighted were set up in their own cars, and the other took hansoms. Between the whirlwind of yells and engines, no one noticed the place where the nun had hidden.

“They've already left...”

After checking that everyone had moved away, Esther got up and dusted herself off.

“What did it all mean?” Looking at the flier again, the young woman bit her lip.

«Commemoration of the first anniversary of the liberation of Istvan».

«Saint Esther».

«Devil Gyula.»

 Esther crumpled the paper into a ball and put it in her pocket. Those sensational expressions had left a very unpleasant impression on her chest.

 She had to speak to the Cardinal as soon as possible. She had to talk to her and hear from her own lips the truth about all this charade...

 “Wait, Sister Esther, I still have a question for you”, a hoarse voice stopped her just as she was about to walk.  

 Turning around, she found a man in a soot-stained coat. It was the same journalist who had given her the flier earlier, so he was the only one who had noticed her ploy.

 “I expected no less from the young woman who defeated the Marquis of Hungary. You are very clever. And thanks to that I have my exclusive… Ah, but I haven't even introduced myself. My name is Clement from the Picadilly Gazette in Albion.”

 The man handed her a yellowish business card. Although he was smiling politely, he did not miss the opportunity to scan the young nun with his eyes.

 “I've told you before that I don't know what you're talking about,” Esther replied, somewhat frightened, instinctively turning her face away from that penetrating gaze. “If you want to know more about the ceremony, I recommend that you go directly to the cathedral, Mr. Clement. I don't know anything...”

“No, no, what interests me is your personal circumstances, sister.”

 So the one who smiled slightly mockingly at her on the deserted street was one of those famous paparazzi from the gossip press.

 “I've been investigating your family... I know you were abandoned as a child and that the bishop raised you... Vitez, was her name? Therefore, do you not know who your real parents are?”

“I... I know something about my father...”

What right this man have to intrude like this in her private life? Lifting her face decisively, she snapped:

 “But I only know he was from Albion. Are we finished with the questions, Mr. Clement? I'm in a hurry. We will talk another time.”

“Well, well, you don't have to be like that either.”

 However, the journalist did not seem to be affected by her serious tone. Still smiling, he took a few yellowed sheets from his pocket. They were official documents of the city council, as indicated by the seals with the emblem of the city.

“What do you think this is? It's a copy of your birth certificate, which was filed at the town hall. According to these documents your father was Edward Blanchett, knight bachelor of Albion. The lowest rank of the nobility...”

“But how did you…?!”

 Seeing the documents the journalist had, Esther flushed with anger and her breathing began quickening. She stood up to face him and said:

"Give me that! You have no right to snoop there!”

“If you tell me what I want, I will give it to you soon. It costs me a lot of money to get this copy. I cannot give it to you just like that. So... back to what we were talking about...”

 Clement laughed, satisfied, as if enjoying the fact that he was once again in charge of the conversation. Waving the paper in the air, like a lure, the journalist continued:

“Well, your father was Edward Blanchett, but do you know what kind of person he was?”

“Didn't I tell you that I don't know anything else about him!?”

“Oh yeah? Well, me neither. And I am not the only one. In fact, absolutely no one knows anything about him. Because the truth is that he never existed…”

“Eh?”

 Esther had reached out to grasp the document, but stopped short. She furrowed her eyebrows and stared at the reporter. What did he mean by “never existed”?

 As if enjoying his interlocutor's confusion, Clement continued to speak slowly.

“According to our investigations, there is no trace in Albion of an aristocrat named Edward Blanchett. We have examined the noble records, the files of appointments, even the secret documents of the Institute of Heraldry, but there is no trace of anyone named that.”

“Uh... huh... But that...”

 Hesitantly, Esther tried to find a way to answer him.

The truth was, she had consciously avoided investigating her father. Because of her work, she wouldn't have had a difficult time if she wanted to know more about him, but she was afraid of what she might find.

 However, Clement's words were too impressive to ignore. Had there never been a nobleman named Edward Blanchett?

 “Of course, identity theft or falsification of one's own past are not so rare things either. He would not be the first to arrive in the provinces and say that he is an aristocrat from a distant country... But there is one thing that intrigues me: that he used the name Edward Blanchett eighteen years ago...

“??”

It was clear that it was a trap. Even she is aware that the verbiage of her interlocutor was captivating her, Esther tried not to escape. In fact, she even encouraged him to keep talking with a fearful question:

“What puzzles you, Mr. Clement?”

“Well, now is when you and I can do business, sister.”

 Seeing that his prey had swallowed the hook, the journalist shook the documents again and continued to speak slowly, showing nicotine-stained teeth.

 “Why don't you join me for a moment? It would be better to go to a quiet place, where we can talk without being disturbed by anyone.”

“B... but now I don't have time...”

“Are you not interested in the deal?”

 Clement's gaze narrowed like a reptile locating its prey. With a theatrical sigh, he put the document back in his pocket.

 “Then there is nothing to do. I will publish the results of my research in my next article. «The secret of the origin of the Saint»... Ah, I'll send you a copy when it comes out. Do I send it here, or better to your office in Rome?”

 Esther tensed her face and, instinctively taking her arms to her chest, moaned:

“Are you trying to threaten me!?”

“Ah, I see you have understood perfectly, sister,” replied the journalist, as if enjoying the young woman's reaction. And he added in a threatening tone: “You come with me now and you grant me the exclusive, or your father's secret...?”

“Threatening others using family secrets is not a very respectable hobby, sir.”

The voice that echoed in the twilight was contrasted with Clement's in its serenity. Turning quickly, the veteran journalist encountered a man who was slowly shaking his head.

“And more in the case of an innocent sister like this… Is it that those of your profession don't know the meaning of the word moderation?

“And who are you?”

 Looking up, Esther saw the dark shape of a man.

He looked to be in his early thirties. His shapely face and the black Inverness coat that wrapped him were impeccable. Under his dark hair, intelligent black eyes shone through silver glasses.

 “I'm sorry I didn't introduce myself. My name is Isaac Butler. I am a steward of one of the aristocratic houses of Londinium.”

 The young gentleman lifted his top hat with his cane as he bowed gracefully.

 “I did not mean to meddle in your affairs, but I was waiting for someone and by chance I overheard your conversation. Sir… Clement, right? The truth is that I cannot praise your professional ethics too much. Thus violating people's privacy and using it as a tool to threaten others… You should be ashamed.”

 “What does it matter to you!?” The journalist snapped, looking at him with hyena eyes, in a tone that sounded more like a bully than anything else. “If you go where they don't call you, you can get scalded… Besides, I'm not threatening anyone. Here we are just talking without any coercion. I have not done anything bad.”

“Taking unauthorized copies of someone else's birth certificates is a crime,” Butler muttered, raising his hand. Seeing what was in it, Clement was dumbfounded.

“B... but when did you...?”

 The butler showed him a paper stamped with the city hall letterhead.

 Clement reached into his pocket, but… Esther's birth certificate was missing!

“Y… you're a thief! Give me those documents back immediately!”

 The paparazzi paled for a moment and then turned red. Showing the teeth in a horrible grin, he reached for the man to try to forcibly get back the paper... but did not even touch it. There was a thud, and the journalist rolled on the ground.

“Good work, Guderian” whispered Butler to the man who had appeared like a wall between him and the reporter.

He was a somber man with gray hair. He was not too tall, but his body was athletic, and his pupils had a flash of predator gleaming. He made a move to approach the paparazzi, but Butler stopped him with a gesture and politely addressed the fallen man:

 “Good, Mr. Clement. My companion, Mr. Guderian, is, unlike you, a gentleman, but he is also very ruthless. I do not recommend that you face him hand to hand...”

 The butler lit a pipe and began to smoke while he continued speaking indolently.

 “Besides, don't you have anything more important to investigate than disturbing the young lady? For example ... Oh yes! They say that this year the damage caused by the wolves has been extraordinary, after feeding on the corpses of the war last year, it seems that the wolves have begun to attack the cattle and the inhabitants of the place. Isn't that interesting news?”

“...”

Clement sat up, eyes full of hatred, but careful to take enough distance.

“Okay, I'll go... But sir... Butler was it? I never forget a face. We will meet again. You'll see what it means to antagonize with the media...”

“I hope to have the pleasure of seeing you again. Until next time, Mr. Clement.”

 As if he had instantly forgotten the reporter who had cursed him, the man quickly turned to Esther. Slightly bending his waist with a smile, he respectfully offered the document which the journalist had used as a bait.

“What a bad night you’ve had, sister!”

“T... thank you very much, sir...”

    Did they know each other before?

 With a strange feeling of having seen the man somewhere, Esther lowered her head as she thanked him and took the document he offered her.

“Lucky you have appeared. I will never forget what you have done for me”.

“It was nothing. Helping a lady in distress is the duty of any gentleman. Oh, and please don't think now that in Albion we are all like that journalist. Most of us are true gentlemen.”

“Are you from Albion?”

 At the hearing the name of the country of his father, the expression of Esther softened for a moment, but at once recovered the tension before. The man had claimed to be an aristocrat's butler, but what was someone like him doing there? Wouldn't that be another trick to gain her trust?

Suspicion was probably written on her face, because Butler gave a sheepish smile and proceeded to introduce himself in detail.

 “You are probably wondering what a poor butler like me is doing here. The truth is that I am looking for someone. He is a friend of my lord, who disappeared a long time ago… Someone who had some problems… He caused a scandal in his youth and had to flee the country. My lord has found out that he arrived in this region and has sent me to search for clues as to his whereabouts.”

“It seems like very hard work...”

Butler's words made sense and he had explained without hesitation. He was probably telling the truth. Esther decided to believe that the man was who he claimed to be.

Butler's partner jerked his pocket watch to him, and the butler snapped his fingers. After putting out the pipe, he respectfully took Esther by the hand.

“What a disappointment! Seems that it is late! Sister, if you do not need us at all, we will withdraw, with your permission.”

“Oh, sure! I'm in a bit of a hurry too... Thank you very much for your help; really, Mr. Butler.”

“Oh, please, I don't deserve that much respect.”

Bringing the nun's hand slightly to his lips, the man smiled and whispered in Albion's language:

“It was nice meeting you. I hope to see you again soon…”

As the young woman flushed, the butler bowed politely and turned. The man named Guderian followed half a second later.

Esther was lost in her thoughts, watching the two figures move away down the dark street.

 When she came back to reality, she realized that the streetlights had come on.

“Ah, I have to hurry!”

 She had no time to waste. Clicking her tongue, the young woman ran to the opposite side of the street.

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So this is it, Stay tunned for next part, we’re having a nice coloring next time. Love you guys! ❤

[picturejasper20]

Garnet and Future Vision

One of the most important abilities that Garnet has that makes her such a trustworthy leader is her power to see the future: This allows her so see multiple paths and guess which one is the most secure to follow. 

¨Well, we're all a team. Garnet just has heightened perception that guides us towards our mission objective.¨ Pearl- Arcarde Mania.

The Crystal Gems put their trust on Garnet to guide to them on the right path. She’s the ¨biggest gem¨: She is wise, she (almost) always knows what is best for the team and her orders are rarely questioned. This is not because she is an authoritarian leader,it is because they know that she’s rarely going to fail them. For them Garnet is this gem that represents a perfect relationship with a special power that will guide them to victory.

Unlike Sapphire’s future vision,Garnet doesn’t see only one limited path. She is able to see multiple timelines. In ¨Future Vision¨ she describes the time as a river that diverges into streams and is very complicated to comprehend.

¨No one can see the future. I can see options and trajectories. Time is like a river that splits into creeks, or pools into lakes, or careens down waterfalls. I have the map, and I steer the ship.¨

She’s aware of how unsetting this power can be. This is why she didn’t want to tell Steven anything about out of fear he might start worrying too much about everything that could happen to him.

¨I took a risk at your expense. There was a chance you'd understand this, and we'd be closer. Steven, I see so many things that can hurt you. I should never have let one of them be me.¨

However, much like the rest of the characters in this show, Garnet is not without flaws. Her future vision doesn’t always work the way she wants to and her own limited perspective can make her miss things. 

One of the first times this happened in the series was in "Cry for Help". In this episode Garnet kept thinking that Peridot was the one who kept building the comunication hub. When she discovered that it was Pearl who was doing it to feel stronger by fusing as Sardonyx, she was completely shocked.

In this case, she never expected that a very close friend that she had known very well since her origins woulf betray her like this. Garnet never expected that Pearl would lied to her. This was one of the reasons her future vision didn't worked correctly this time, prooving that it has its limitiations when one doesn't analyse all the variables.

Another example is "Pool Hooping ": In this episode Garnet tries doing unexpected things to "train" her future vision. She does activities she normally wouldn't do, thinking this is going to help her to guide the team.

¨What I'm interested in are these extremely unlikely realities, so disconnected from the natural course of events that I can't detect them. When we act in unnatural ways, we create new, unforeseen paths, and arrive at these pools of improbability.¨  

It’s later revealed that Garnet has been struggling with position as a leader since Steven gave himself to Homeworld. Her powers failed her again as she never expected Steven to do such a risky move that would completely change the status quo: 

¨The future that you created was so improbable that I didn't see it coming at all, and now I can't understand where this timeline is going. We're on the outskirts of the possible, following trickles to who knows where. Everyone's looking to me for answers. I can't stand it!¨ ¨I want to love that there are so many possibilities, but I'm the one with this ability, so I've got to be our guide.¨  

Her magic vision always has been one of the reasons she had not doubt in her abilities. She already knew the paths, she knew what to do and where to go. It was what made confident and secure in her choices, something that is important if you want to lead a team.

The fact that Steven created a very unlikely timeline took Garnet by surprise and made her question how much she knew about Steven and how much control she had over the future. Now it was more difficult for her to guess what could happen next. If she had no control over what could happen, she wouldn’t be able to help the Crystal Gems. She didn’t have any way of knowing if her decisions would end in tragedy as she used to.

Garnet then realized what was her main issue: There wasn’t anything wrong with her future vision but they way she thought of Steven. She thought that Steven was still that boy who would come running for help asking for her answers.

¨I've been looking into probable futures where you act like a child. I keep expecting you to run from responsibility and to turn to me for help, but you don't do that anymore. Those futures aren't probable at all. There's nothing wrong with this timeline or my future vision. I just need to factor in, that you've grown up.¨ 

Her issue was in how she perceived Steven. In her eyes he was still a child that needed her help to solve his problems and didn’t know how to be responsible. By coming to terms with how Steven was no longer the kid he used to be, her future vision started working correcty again.

These examples showed that Garnet’s future vision isn’t perfect and she had to changed the way she viewed certain things to adapt her power. Like being honest with how she wasn’t this pure love relationship without flaws, it was important for her character to realize she didn’t always have all the answers.

Gifs and images source: Steven Universe wikia.

[iamloveinhumanform]

‘’’’’’’My Saturn said to me today:

 ‘Be good to ppl, we are all One’. He’s a spiritual Saturn. ‘Be truly compassionate’ ‘be tuly empathic’ ‘Master all waters and artsy things’ ‘Paint , Heal and Sing’ ‘Feel secure by being connected with universe’ ‘Life’s a reflection of the divine craetor’ ‘ Dream big, give all u can, You’re here to have strong spiritual values’ ‘Trust, u do have artsistic talents’ ‘Connect with you inner world, go within today and have faith’ Flow, u know there’s nothing to worry about’ ‘You know outside is reflection of your inner world after all.’ ‘You’re one with everythins, start living from this knowing that u are one w all’ ‘Make art that makes ppl feel connect with their souls’ ‘Find a way to feel your MAGIC, make it your own, build yourself, grow from that’ Creator is home, creator provides abundance’ ‘Help, heal ppl one act of kindness & compassion at a time’ ‘Find the invisible’ ‘Value in the material world is spiritual’ ‘Spiritual true values’ ‘Facing confusion and swimming in faith, doing good’ ‘Doing good to keep alive’ ‘Shine those psychic gifts’ ‘Order your life, feel worthy of all the blessings from the one’ ‘Put your words in order’ ‘Imagine all those magical wisdom words coming out of your mouth’ ‘You can use painting to touch hearts and souls’, ‘Comunicating the divine words’. ‘Say that what needs to be said, it will flow out of you but truth is given to those who listen’. Mind full of creativity is waisted in school, it can’t see it. Find that lil space inside of you, rely only in your self, listen to your temple. Leave all not good possesions, start freeing yourself of attachments, feel worthy just bc of being light.’’Create that Arsty piece of heaven’, Not clear mind will create heaven!, not supperficial Art will inspire others growth, not time should be wasted on pleasing others, time should beuse wisely, looking for healing serving all around’. Luxury is heart. Money is imagination, objects are creations, Art is Love, house is stability of mindans stability in connection with Spirit. ‘Master lack master wealth Mater all that is inside and all that is invisible to the eyes of poverty of minds’. ‘Mater spiritual wealth’ ‘don’t play pr missuse abundance that god provides for you, that provides to others trough u. Don’t be the fool that don’t give value to Values, to Spirit and all that is values.’ ‘Prove me you are Master of Faith, and that u know how to heal yourself’...‘’’’’’

Automatic writing, channeling i did, back in 2017. Thank u for reading!!

Reflecting on that later i wrote....

‘’’’’’’’How can i blame Saturn for making me Master of the creators value, for asking first to see if i am worthy of such incredible gift. Is helping me Master authentic connection w ith all, the only real happiness that comes form within. How can i perceive this if i can’t understand the importance of the inner world... He needs someone that’s patient, wise, that’s connected with their true self, that’s sensitive enough, that’s imaginative, kind, loving. Needs somebody that loves themselves with all consequences, that’s good nature and compassionate, that’s artsy and beautiful inside, that’s self reliant and log term oriented, that has inner Abundance, That’s clear minded, able to express and speak creator’s truth with words too, talented. To have creator’s natural talents, To speak creator’s words, to have creator’s connection with nature, to have creator’s abundance and good use of it, To have creator’s beauty, to have creator’s Beauty, to have creator’s love and divine relationships with all, to have creator’s possesions, to give and receive flowing with universe, feeling guided like creator’s believes, actions and feelings. I’m Love, Art, Beauty, Abundance, Spirit wealth Amateur-Master. ‘’’’’’’’’

[girlwithwolftatoo]

Your “eco-friendly fashion” can go and f*ck itself, and so you do.

Let me explain this: no, I don’t hate the eco-friendly trending of, actually, trying to get the less waste of products and similar stuff, for we need to be more responsible with the planet because, just as Starlord said, we are the idiots living on it. 

The problem comes when this idea of a “green life” becomes just another fashion to follow, building another bloody capitalist industry around it so those poor nasty rich people feel a little less bad for basically being the ones who contributes at more than 50% of carbon emissions�� and contamination. What am I talking about? Let’s check some advices to contribute to help the enviroment which are in fact just pacifiers for first world, good wealth people:

Wasting reduction, a.k.a “my zero waste challenge”. Yes, plastic is the big villain at this moment, and to fight against it the population across the world is recomending the use of certain stuff to replace it, like glass recipents (fun fact: some idiotics enjoy saying how millenials are guilty for using plastic containers instead of glass like “my good ol’ granpa used to”, but hey, guess which generation started exploiding petroleum -where plastic comes from- to increase their wealth and reduce costs of production? One clue: not Millenials) or fabric bags. A good idea? Yes, until you remember most of the products like food come in plastic stuff, and I’m not just talking about that first world obssession for covering their fruit and veggies with fucking plastic when, hello, fruits and veggies ARE ALREADY PROTECTED BY THEIR SKIN, YOU JUST NEED TO FUCKING WASH IT A LITTLE BEFORE COOKING. 

Yes, Karen, I know what you’re thinking, “Well, duh, if you don’t like plastic around your food go to an organic market, they have this lovelies glass or fabric containers, stop complaining and do what U need to do”. And here comes problem number two:

Organic everything, the new way to show how rich you are. I have some news for ya, except for the processed food, EVERYTHING IS ORGANIC. The only problem is you are afraid of “toxicity in food for pesticides and dark water” which, guess what, is pushed violently by your bloody wild capitalism in order to produce more food. And now a lot of stores selling you organic, zero-waste, green food is just part of the same system, it just puts a huge stick in front of your ecologic container swearing these overpriced carrot (which vitamins are THE SAME AS THAT DOUBLE-LEGGED CARROT PLACES LIKE FUCKING WAL-MART RATHER THROWS TO THE GARBAGE) is good and fair... yeees, you just need to make some researchs on internet to find out the “fair price” for the peasants and agriculture workers just doesn’t equals the price you are paying to your white, nice lady in white uniform attending your weekly shopping of “clean” veggies and soy and quinoa. 

I know some countries aren’t used of local/producers market where you’re actually buying to the producer and paying a low price that goes directly to the field workers, but here’s a funny thing: the organic stores doesn’t just sell you the idea of “organic, ecologic” stuff, but the key word is “clean”, the idea of a mutant potato sounds “unclean” for them, because if it has a brother stuck in a side of it is because it was soaked in “evil chemistry stuff to make it grow like that”. Well, say thanks to Monsanto for covering the world with their bloody products who are actually doing worse damage than your ugly looking veggies, and all of it just to make money and provide you, person of a wealthy, capitalist, whitey country, of your organic stores and the rest of your nice stuff like year model car and Starbucks. 

In short: organic stores are just face washed supermarkets feeding with the explotation of people in other countries, putting an enormous, unnecessary price to their stuff which not everybody can afford just to make you feel good and a planet savior. 

The cow didn’t suffered, but what about Pablo? I know I’m entering a dangerous point here, but with these eco-friendly trending, veganism has been exploited like the panacea for everything, from enviroment contamination to poor cows and pigs crying in the farms. And yes, becoming more aware of the cruelty towards animals has been the iceberg peak to become more humans and protective to the other living forms in our society, and yes, the carnic industry tends to be awful and utterly disgusting... IN FIRST WORLD COUNTRIES. 

This might sound shocking, but the images of cattle of any shape being tormented since the moment of birth are usually from USA, UK and similar “farms” which act more like a corporation in the middle of a field than like a real farm. Places like South and Central America has a carnic indsutry which works pretty different; you can actually see, in a daily basis, cows and goats walking free in the farm’s territory, eating as much as they want and sometimes getting involved in fights with cars on the road, and though this isn’t an excuse for the late slaughter, at least those aren’t creatures jailed and tortured inside a 5x5 box. Chickens are the same, for instead of killing the males the farms in Mexico and sibbling countries rather let them grow to become the source of meat, the hens aren’t eaten a lot in our culture so they live to lay eggs and they also have a nice life in comparison with their north-americans or european pals. 

In other words: stopping meat consume doesn’t make you the person of the year, but fighting for animal rights and stop eating meat from massive industries will help a lot more than just hating everyone for getting a burger. 

“But still I rather take vegan products, soy and quinoa and other stuff...” Uh, do you remember what I said about the organic stores selling you smoke and mirrors? Yes, perhaps none animal died because of your vegan product (at least not none of the cuties like baby cows and chubby pigs, just a bunch of insects which exists as part of the natural balance and very probably wild life), but a lot of people of third world countries certainly will. Illegal buy of land made by corporations to needy goverments, privatization of fucking water from local comunities in order to create and feed fields of “organic food”, child and indigenous abuse due to this “legal steal” of land and bad payed, forced work (because in the end, the poor need to, you know, fucking live even if it’s at the minimun wage)... All of this so the white lady who enjoys speaking to managers and drives a massive truck just for her and her two children, can go and buy her quinoa and post a pic on Instagram claiming how “nice and easy” is save the enviroment.

Oh, I know, I’m being too mean to that people, am I? I don’t fucking care, because the hidden part of this fashion, the worst part of this idea of “ecologic capitalism” comes with this only truth:

Poor people aren’t “eco-friendly”. Classism has become the key to keep this trending just made for the wealthy, the idea of poor people not being “good with the enviroment” comes from a lot of cultural ideas created by the vision of a thirds of the population. Rich people hates seeing images of countries like India, Colombia, Phillipines and similar because the images sell a complete lie which helps to keep them in a bubble: poor people eating fast food or buying things in plastic containers is gross and they think “Oh thank God I left that life style behind” as they drive his car leaving a lot of CO2 compared to those who takes public transport, that same public transport that looks disgusting in those images I’m talking about, because hat portion of the world has no money to get new vehicles every year, because they can’t #govegan because their only sources of a certain quality food is the normal food, those who doesn’ have a seal of aproval which claims how enviroment-savior is, because that lack of wealth forces them to work much more than people of France, Germany or USA and gaining much less than them, with so little time to think on “being green”, sometimes even with little time to cook natural food in their homes, and of course being unable to pay to an inmigrant to cook for them like... well, you know like who. And because these poor people, who works and dies because their country and the “free market” is pushing them to a modern slavery for international corps which provide to their targets, people who aren’t from the South of the tropics, white and wealthy, free of any guilt because they spend 50 bucks every week in organic coffee which was grounded in the last remains of an indigenous land and harvested for a dark-skin, 10 y/o boy who is forced to work instead of studying because all this economic machine made him part of the poorest side of the society, the idea of being “better than others”. Because they’re selling the idea that being a helper for the enviroment is easy, as long as you can afford it in their terms, becaus they’re making you think your green bag is making more for the world than stop and think how those who make that bag are being paid 5 cents of dollar at day in a dark little room in the East of the world, consumed by the greed and vanity of capitalism.

You can be eco-friendly without spending like an idiot in that special stores and markets. How? You can recycle when you’re able to, you can use public transport or walk for short distances instead of depending of your car, you can carry water in a bottle to avoid buying one-use bottles outside, you can support your local producers market and stop thinking of the “zero waste challenge” and making it the “less, well thinking waste daily basis”. And, for the love of any God you’re praying to, STOP SUPPORTING FUCKING MARKET CHAINS OF ALLEGEDLY VEGAN, GLUTEN-FREE, ECOLOGIC SHIT. If you have the time and money to make your own food or to spend less plastic, FUCKING DO IT FOR YOURSELF AND NOT VIA BUYING USELESS SHIT FROM THOSE COMPANIES.

This was my 2020 year advice, thanks for reading. If you want more info, you can search for “international agriculture explotation”, “organic food origin” and “most enviromental dangerous companies” in your favorite searcher.

[brazilianya]

THE UNITY - Haikyuu!!! , Agent!au , #timeskipbecausewhynot?

In English:

Hello , I'm here to introduce my Agent!Au , with Omega/Beta/Alpha dynamics , it's based on the anime and manga Haikyuu!! by Haruichi Furudate . There's no need to see those two ( I recommend tho , it's good af after all )

The dynamics are :

Alpha :Genetically they tend to excel in physical and intellectual fields and have instincts of competitiveness and aggressiveness. Society tends to view them as "dominant", but most fanfictions tend to show that this is just an idiotic view of society, because as men are not animals, genetic factors do not count so much in determining skills. They can simply be associated with more physical activities or have only the reproductive aspect of an alpha without being consistent with this profile.

Beta:Normal people who don't notice the pheromones or smells of alphas and omegas. They are also common, in terms of their reproduction. No mpreg with betas or women managing to expel sperm. They are seen in a very neutral way by society.

Omega:Normally, they have a more fragile physical structure and society does not expect much from them. It is common for omegas to get a "partner" early so that they can have children and build a family, which some idiotic alphas see with the sole function of an omega. Adolescent marriage is not usually frowned upon in “omegaverse” and it is even used to be charged to some families.As for reproduction, omegas - both men and women - have a uterus and are able to have babies.

Em português :

Olá, estou aqui para apresentar meu Agent! Au, com dinâmica Omega / Beta / Alpha, é baseado no anime e mangá Haikyuu !! de Haruichi Furudate. Não há necessidade de ver esses dois (mas eu realmente recomendo que você faça, porque é bom pra krl).

As dinâmicas são:

Alfa:Tendem geneticamente a se destacarem em campos físicos e intelectuais e a terem instintos de competitividade e . A sociedade costuma encará-los como “dominantes”, mas a maior parte das fanfictions costuma mostrar que essa é apenas uma visão idiota da sociedade, pois como os homens não são animais, fatores genéticos não contam tanto para determinar habilidades. Eles podem ser simplesmente associados a atividades mais físicas ou terem somente o aspecto reprodutivo de um alfa sem ser condizente com esse perfil.

Betas: Pessoas normais que não percebem os ferômonios ou cheiros dos alfas e ômegas. Elas também são comuns, tratando-se de sua reprodução. Nada de mpreg com betas ou de mulheres conseguindo expelir espermas. Eles são vistos de uma maneira bem neutra pela sociedade.

Omega:Normalmente, possuem uma estrutura física mais frágil e a sociedade não espera muito deles. É comum que ômegas arranjem um “parceiro” cedo para que eles possam ter filhos e construir uma família, o que alguns alfas idiotas vêem com a única função de um ômega. O casamento na adolescência não costuma ser mal-visto em “omegaverse” e ele até costuma ser cobrado de algumas famílias.Quanto à reprodução, ômegas – tanto homens, quanto mulheres – possuem um útero e conseguem ter bebês.

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Todas essas informações estão disponíveis com vividalbo ( em Mundo Fujoshin , AminoApps ). A menina é incrível , além de ter as melhores dicas para doujinshis e animes yaoi.

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So , yeah ! Oh , now the shipps : / Agora sim , os shipps:

Yaku x Lev

Lev x Yamaguchi

Yamaguchi x Tsukkishima

Oikawa x Oc

Oikawa x Iwaizumi

Kageyama x Hinata

Suga x Daichi

Nishinoya x Asahi

Kuroo x Kenma

Kuroo x Bokuto

Bokuto x Akashi

Atsumu x Sakusa

Atsumu x Oc

Tendou x Ushijima

Tendou x ???

Semi x Shirabu

Matsukawa x Makki

These couples are heavily based on: / Os casais são baseados principalmente nessas fanfics:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/16672582/chapters/55845391

https://archiveofourown.org/works/10642068/chapters/31074984#workskin

https://archiveofourown.org/works/7070356/chapters/16071223

https://archiveofourown.org/works/24787108/chapters/59939770

https://archiveofourown.org/works/13351836/chapters/31561500

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Those fanfics are beautiful ,and the authors are the most sweet people I have ever seen !!!

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Essas fanfics são maravilhosas , e os autores são tão doces e prestativos! Além das histórias , serem incrivelmente bem pensadas!

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And now .... here comes...

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[gg-astrology]

Hello!! 🤗 Can I ask your opinion about chart placements? What placements do you think that can predict/indicate intense shyness and/or public speaking problems? My chart says that I have an Aquarius Mercury rx and a Sun Conjunct Mercury, so I was supposed to have good comunications skills (at least in terms of logical/rational ideas), but I feel I'm really bad at it... like, I can't put my thoughts out at the way they were thought?? (I hope that makes sense). If that helps, my signs are: (1/2)

Sun in Aquarius (8th), Rising in Cancer, Moon (end of 8th) and Saturn (9th) in Pisces, Venus, Jupiter (both at 6th) and Pluto (5th) in Sagittarius, Mars rx in Leo (2nd), Uranus and Neptune (both at 7th) in Capricorn. Thank you and take care 😘😘😘 (2/2)

Hello!! 💓💗💞That makes sense, I also have that too but my mercury isn’t in rx ;; 💓💗💞 It might also be bc it’s conjunct to the Sun, when it’s so close - it’s said that it’s combust. That usually occurs (with Mercury) it’s said that sometimes we just don’t see how we’re perceived/close to us because it’s so close to our ego. Because Sun/Mercury (esp. with aqua merc) can be ‘intelligent’ people - but we’re also v opinionated and - in some cases- stubborn. If we say we’re not something we vehemently believe that, changing our mind sometimes (esp. with fixed air mercury) comes with a lot of processing thoughts and logic behind certain things, to draw conclusions on our own. If it doesn’t fit our agenda - no matter how constructive something is (given to us by other people)- we wouldn’t take it unless we can figure it out on our own.

With that said, your placements esp with cancer rising + pisces moon + 8th house sun/moon/mercury might prefer to be low-key with sharing said opinions. It’s not a bad thing, but especially bc you’re aware of the ramifications of saying something possibly upsetting/not being able to explain things the way you want to could occur. Being perceived the way you perceive yourself could be more of the stem of it. As such, controlling how you’d like to be perceived and gaining the validity/aspiration from those around you might be what you want to occur. If it helps, trying to link more into that Pisces energy that are in good position could help you out a bit more - Pisces Moon/Saturn wants praises and to be perceived well by others. Personal experience or credibility with that, the trust given to you in this regards make speaking to a larger audience a bit easier to tackle. 

Since these may be squared to your Venus/Jupiter/Pluto (Sag) in 6th/5th - also consider talking more or engaging more with your group of friends on a daily basis, and sharing opinions without feeling bad about yourself after if it occurs. Practise helps, and you can always start small but stay consistent. 

Eventually, gaining muscles/routine into doing this can help you expand further into bigger context/venues for public speaking as well. But also consider your Cancer rising and how she needs to be comfortable/secure in order to do so, and there’s nothing wrong with it coming from the inside out- and not the circumstances aligning for you.

I hope this helps 💓💗💞💓💗💞 And makes sense ;; 💓💗💞

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Ahora, sigamos con Daybreak y Ward.

Nos quedamos entonces, en cuando la protagonista calmaba al hombre del auto.  Ahora, la chica decide irse al auto, y simplemente, quedarse allí. Esperar.

Una maniobra adecuada en mi opinion, todos son maduros, nadie deja la cagada,va bien.

Me gusta si como se respira el ambiente del hervidero, como todo queda la cagada. reflexiones como :

If he would’ve gone so far as to use violence, would it have been relentless, requiring people to pull him off, or would he have stopped the moment he was interrupted? 

Te hacen pensar en la chispa corta que esta en la sociedad: Todo se fue a la mierda, el mundo acabo, lo estamos reconstruyendo, y pocos se hacen cargo.

¿Hay algun gobierno que culpar?

 joder... la gente debe estar hecha bolsa

Ok, la gente se va,  la  protagonista se queda esperando a ver que pasa. a cada parrafo ella me gusta más. Esta bastante mas madura que Taylor, ya tiene una personalidad bien construida, mas entera. ¿Cuantos tendrá? una veintena? 21? no creo que menos que eso.

I didn’t want to say ‘sorry’, and echo the kid in the car.

I almost asked if there was anyone I could call.  I stopped myself when I realized the answer could be no.

...Ouch. Esa ultima frase duele. El pobre viejo estaba solo. Sin nadie, la placa era el recuerdo, quiza el ultimo, de un ser querido.

¿Como te reconstruyes de eso?

“How about we get away from here?” I asked, keeping my voice soft.  “We can go grab a coffee or tea, and you and I can talk.”

The man looked at me, as if just now realizing there was a person right next to him.

“It’s got to be better than violence,” I said.

“I don’t – I’m not violent,” he said, sounding very small.

Pero si nos empujan al limite...

Siento que Ward va a ser de eso, de la sociedad reaccionando mal, de como todo se esta yendo a la verga, y como la sociedad, impulsada por el odio ciego,empieza a destruir todo, y como nuestra protagonista va a tener que caminar entre calmar las cosas, y hacer las cosas que se deben hacer. Si, es otro dilema moral, distinto.

Behind me, it seemed.  A man in costume.  It was a good outfit, too, more in the dollars that had been put into it than in terms of looks, but that was personal opinion.  Partial discs of metal seemed to intersect his body, forming a look where he looked like a blender caught mid-whirl, axe blades and metal rings jutting from his breastplate, armguards, leg armor, and even his face, with blades running along one brow and cheekbone to frame one eye. 

Okay?...este parahumano no parece muy del lado de los superheroes, Demasiadas espadas filosas para eso.

Fuck me.  Not what we needed right now.

The old man started to stand.  I helped him.

Oh... no, un villano no se puede presentar justo ahora. Bueno, chica, a ver que pueden hacer tus poderes

“Can I do anything to help?” he asked.

“I don’t think so,” I said.  “Minor accident, we’re just waiting for cops to come and assess things, take numbers.”

Pues no, es un superheroe...¿entonces, que es lo malo?

I was barely done speaking when someone in the crowd said, “We don’t need you.”

...Hm... la sociedad resentida contra los heroes, ¿contra los poderosos? Esto es un hervidero, justo la situacion se habia calmado, y ahora hay un nuevo objetivo. Un heroe, de un equipo, en medio de todo esto... 

¿Hay algo que me estoy perdiendo? ¿tan fuerte es el sentimiento anti-heroe?

He nodded.  He looked deeply disturbed by the one comment he’d heard.

Claro...intentas hacer las cosas bien, intentas ayudar a los demas, y solo recibes un escupitazo en la cara...

No, definitivamente las cosas en Ward no van a estar bien... La situacion con los que no tienen poder va a empeorar antes que mejorar, y las cosas son un barril de polvora.

La protagonista recuerda uno de los primeros heroes.de hecho, el primer heroe en morir, el primero despues de Scion. paralelos con la situacion actual.

Parrafo indicado: 

Still, the general setpieces were here.  The barely restrained emotion.  The lack of care.  The ill-timed intervention of the man in costume.  The lack of respect in particular was in play.  For Vikare, it had been because so many people hadn’t truly believed the powers were real, and he had apparently held back to avoid scaring people.

For this cape from Advance Guard, it was the opposite.  He’d gone all out, we’d gone all out.  Capes still hadn’t been able to stop the world from ending

¿Sera posible que la protagonista no tenga poderes? dice que quiere ser la de la multitud que ayuda, que hace algo por el bien...sería interesante, que en medio del polvorin de aquellos que son normales, contra los parahumanos, nuestra protagonista sea una parahumana.

Aunque...sería raro, no, definitivamente no.

De todas maneras, nuestra protagonista conoce bastante bien a las masas,  y sabe que no puede hacer mucho, esta tratando las cosas lo mejor que puede, pero no puede atacar las olas de odio y de resentimiento. Joder. 

“She’s a kid who made a stupid mistake,” I said, in case he was trying to come to a decision.  “You don’t have to forgive her, but you can’t go and hurt her or anything.”

“I wouldn’t have…” he said, and he didn’t finish the sentence.  Because he might have, or because he didn’t know what he wouldn’t have done.

.Bleak World.

me pregunto si esta usando paralelismos de la situacion actual en las calles de muchas partes del mundo.  La situacion actual resuena mucho: Personas comunes empujadas a los extremos por una situacion que no conocen bien, que no controlan, y en la que no pueden ejercer poder.

y estan chatos de ello.

Si, puedo entender a la sociedad.

As in most things having to do with law or bureaucracy, it took longer than it should have, for a relatively simple process.  I hurried to the high school once they were done with me, and I arrived rather late. 

Profesora? Mish, puedo respaldar eso.

Ademas, puntos: no le agrada la burocracia, pero la conoce.

We still weren’t at the point where we had nice lawns and yards.  This schoolyard was no exception.  We had grass and fields, yes, but it was coarse and the ground beneath wasn’t usually landscaped.  The area was large with large trees left untouched in the corners, chain link fence separating the field from the roads on two sides, the grade school formed the third boundary to the west, and the high school formed the fourth boundary to the north.  The ground was uneven, more hilly than flat, and there were still large stones here and there, and a seemingly out of place play structure for the grade schoolers.

Una escuela de despues del apocalipsis. Me gustan estas frases, no tenemos siquiera tiempo para dedicarnos bien a la educacion, hay que sobrevivir

Los estudiantes, los niños, los refugiados. 

Un tercio de ellos, refugiados.

E igual que la masa anterior, en cualquier lugar, una polvora puede saltar. Me encanta como ya estamos viendo los conflictos principales. Esto no es algo de supervillanos o de sociedades secretas: La masa, la sociedad en si, la cultura. Esos son los enemigos.

“…And I make that a guarantee to you,” a man in an orange vest was saying. “If you take those credentials, bring good shoes and work clothes, and if you don’t screw around, you can walk into any lot and you can be working within the hour and get your pay by that day’s end.  Good pay.  You can do whatever you want, after school, but you’ll always have this as a fallback, you’ll have the security of being able to walk into a lot and have a job waiting for you.  We can always use more hands.”

Enfasis mío. Joder.  No, no hay espacio para la educación, el ambiente post-catastofre es similar al de post guerra... los niños deben trabajar, no se puede todo, todos estan tenso, todos buscan culpas

I spotted Gilpatrick on the stage 

..Quien se puede llamar Gilpatrick?

 Ok, enserio, enserio, a ver, la protagonista trabaja entonces con ellos? ¿con este sistema?  ya veo, con razon sabe manejar masas, y sabe lo que pasa. 

¿Es parte de este cambio? ¿tiene que controlar esto?

¿Es el nuevo Protectorado? ¿el nuevo PRT? La mayoría son cabros chicos, o bueno, no tan chicos, adolecentes mayores que estan trabajando, unos cuantos adultos.

Tambien, interesante, hay escuela solo cada medio dia.

Bueno, Gilpatrick (voy a llamarlo Gil) parece ser como el jefe, y parece ser como de estos entrenadores que dejan las cosas duras, y prefieren como imponer disciplina y ser como: “ la vida es penca, handle it.” Sin embargo, la gente, o al menos, algunos, los quieren.

Los adolecentes al menos del grupo lo hacen

“It gets through to most,” Cubs said.  He was a big guy, tall, broad-shouldered, fit, with his hair cut short.  He thought for a second and then amended his statement, “some.”

“Us,” Jasper said.

“Guess so, yeah,” Cubs said.

I didn’t miss the glance he shot at the girl at the far end of our little sub-group.  Cami wore an expression I might have termed ‘resting angry face’.  Perpetually pissed.

Cubs, Jasper, Cami. Los primeros dos parecen tener un gran aprecio a lo que esta haciendo Gil, o a Gil en general, Cami no tanto. Son los veteranos aparentemente... tenemos nuestro primer cuarteto de personas.

Todas comunes, todas normales, yep, parece que nuestra prota es una ciudadana promedio.

Bueno, no es parte del grupo, es mas bien como...una especie de oficinista, como de administradora (todavía no descarto, poder mental bajo, lo mantiene oculto despues de GM), de un grupo que parece...al menos un poco paramilitar, pero con cabros chicos. como los.. ¿Ward Mundanos?

*PAF*

WARD. DIOS, LOS PENDEJOS DEL PROTECTORADO.

¿Ella es una Ward? ¿Estan formando de nuevo los Wards? hold. Debo leer.

“I’ll let Gilpatrick know you’re there,” Jasper said.  He extended a fist.  I rolled my eyes and instead of tapping it with my own, pushed it away.  Jasper smiled. 

Casi Jasper, Casi.

Ostias el capitulo es muy largo, un quiebre aca, que entra a la oficina, y sigo