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angelisverba · 4 years

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in which y/n hopes to find a loving new home, and faeking!h has a lot of love to give.

word count: 12k-

pairing: y/n and the Fae King, Harry

warnings: descriptions of a sheep birth (for all the queasy readers, it’s brief)

author’s notes: this was made possible by @moonchildstyles wonder work “athens” (had it not been for that and her I would not have been inspired to write this, and it wouldn’t have come until months from now). i love u linds <333

Y/n woke to the sound of cooing doves startling near her ears, and the warm feel of sunlight on her bare skin accompanied with a wet snout prodding at her elbow.

Eyelashes fluttering open, the girl could see beams of sun streaming in through the arching window, motes littering the light that splayed over the stone floors and on the bed where she lay. The branches extending from the tree in the corner of the room had blossomed into a dainty pink flower that oozed a calming scent throughout, and the calming trickle of the stream surrounding the castle soothed her greatly, stroking her eardrums in a therapeutic caressed that stretched all the way down to her thighs, dissolving the sore knots that had formed there from her long walks in the forest.

She could work with three days, especially if they all started this way. In a dreamy, etheral morning daze that was sure to carry on through the rest of the day.

Beside her was Angus, squealing excitedly now that she rose up from her position, stretching her arms above her head with a satisfied groan.

“Good morning, Angus,” she cooed at the animal, giggling when he sniffed playfully at her chin. He plopped himself on his hind legs, and lifted his chin up to the sky so y/n could see the rolled up parchment that had been strapped on his neck with a thin, flowery vine. “What’s this?” She asked him, and he only tapped her with his hoof. “This is for me?”

The pig only squealed in response and, y/n gently stroked his warm back before untucking the paper from its place, and breaking the vine with her finger-nail so it wasn’t wrapped uncomfortably around his neck. It fell on the bed, and Angus happily bent to eat it.

She unrolled the paper, and was stunned by the intricate cursive that was embedded into the rich material. Swooping lines of dark ink taking the shape of old-fashioned script. Y/n could imagine that whoever had written it had sat with a cork-topped pot of ink, and a long, sharp quill.

It read,

My lady, I’ll be awaiting your presence in the Courts. Agnus will lead the way.

A small giggle bubbled on her tongue and the king’s formal language. She hadn’t quite realized the different timelines their universes’ lived on. Not to mention, it was also a reminder of the ruling government. Harry was a king, and to have him waiting on her was a… very pleasurable feeling.

Angus nibbled on her thigh again, impatiently urging her as they had somewhere to be.

“Alright, I’m going! You don’t have to bite me.” Y/n patted the pig’s head once more, and hopped out of the bed, the soft material of her dress feeling like cool water against her skin. Now standing in the morning light, the shape of her calves could be seen through the material, the soft curves of her hips and swell of her breasts a hidden image; teasing in the most innocent way possible.

Agnus leads her out, his head turning to make sure that she was still following him. He led her down the same path the king took her when he showed her to her room, and even though she had seen it all already, the novelty of such a grand castle still hadn’t worn off. The brightness of the new day showered the stone walls with an enchanting gleam. Flowers had blossomed in the cracks, and tendrils of swirling leaves twisted through the arched windows.

Harry hadn’t gotten a wink of sleep that night.

He was overcome with a strange feeling of… deja vu. Even that didn’t begin to cover what he was experiencing. The moment that his eyes had landed on the female mortal that had so foolishly begged for entrance into the Faerie realm, the intense torment of loneliness he had endured for eons had just...sated, almost... relaxing with a sigh of relief. Something inside of him had… shifted. It was something that could only be compared to the righteousness that came with the correct alignment of stars; the balance of nature restored.

One would think that he’d sleep like a baby because everything that had once felt so wrong was now feeling so right, but no. Not Harry. Harry was amazed and confused and… tentative. All of the many overwhelming emotions barreling in on his immortal body made it impossible to sleep. Instead, he did what he always did when he could not sleep.

He went to the library.

From dusk till dawn Harry worked himself in the library, sifting through the eons of information that had accumulated to see if he could find anything that explained what in the worlds he was feeling. What had happened. Why a mortal girl had so easily, so pleasantly, been granted access to the fae realm. Why the wings of the newly hatched butterflies had fluttered and gained flight solely for the reason of covering her modesty. Why there was a sudden drop of… warmth* in the people that were known to be so cold.

Alas, the king found nothing in the volumes he searched through that night. If* there was an answer, he wouldn’t find it that night. Not with the amount there was to search through. His search would simply have to continue after-

“Good morning, Your Majesty,” said y/n.

His back was turned to her, as he was knelt over a bush of forget-me-nots. “Ah, didn’t I say you were to call me something else?”

He was dressed in similar robes as the ones from yesterday, except that they were in a lilac shade, and the sleeves cascaded all the way down to his wrists, ending with a white trim. Although his look was more roman god-esque, y/n felt a very 70’s roller rink chic-ness to it.

“Oh!” Her lips formed a surprised ‘o’, “right. Sorry, Harry.” He then stood up and turned to face her, a soft smile playing on his lips. A cinnamon curl swirled between his eyebrows.

“That’s right. Good morning to you as well, my lady.” He folded a hand over his abdomen, and bent over in a bow. A king, bowing to her.

Before she even had time to fluster over his unnecessary actions, he was barreled into by Angus, who had trotted off somewhere to eat his breakfast after leaving her in the tall arch that led to the gardens.

“And hello to you as well, old friend,” Harry chuckled, and happily scratched behind the pig’s ears, crinkled forming at the corners of his eyes from all the smiling. Y/n noticed that he has a very, very* nice smile and his eyes looked a little less lonely when he allowed himself to grin. Angus snorted happily in his arms, nipping underneath his chin with the same tenderness that he’d used to wake y/n that morning. “Thank you so much for getting our guest to me this morning, I hope you enjoyed your breakfast?” Angus seemed through reply with excessive squirming and licks to his friend’s face.

Y/n giggled at the interaction. “He really loves you, doesn’t he?” She asked him, smiling warmly.

“I would surely hope so. Raised him since he was a little piglet, and he’s been my loyal companion since.” He placed a tender kiss on the furry animal’s head. “Angus, my friend, I do believe that is enough love for this morning, do you agree? I have to show our guest around.” With a final scratch, Harry placed Angus on the floor, and clapped his hands together. “Shall we?”

“I would love to.”

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They walked away from the castle and deeper into the gardens. Rows of thornless flowers on an endless field of soft grass that was a similar shade of the king’s irises. In the near distance, a river flowed and curved in a circle around the castle, separating the grounds where the people dwelled from Harry’s residence. Y/n found it odd for the king to live in isolation from his people, and she wondered if perhaps there might be conflict in the seemingly peaceful community.

Side by side, they strolled in silence, Harry stopping every once in a while when his guest became intrigued by the constantly blooming flowers. He wanted her to take everything in at her own pace, and in that moment, silence seemed appropriate. Between the two of them, no interaction, no conversation, was present- because it was not needed. A comfortable, warm quiet atmosphere disrupted only by the soft swish of her dress and his robes against the blades of grass, the distant trickle of water, and the leisurely chirp of birds in the trees that littered the grounds.

Eventually, they reached the halfway distance from the river and the castle grounds, where a single stone bench resided amongst a circle of sunflowers that were taller than Harry.

Y/n gasped, “Those sunflowers are so tall!” She ran to the bench and climbed it so both her feet were planted on the smooth surface instead of her bum.

Harry was still standing just a few steps behind the circle, hands behind his back as he watched her gawk with an amused smile on his taffy lips. He didn’t tell her that he grew those sunflowers, and tended them without the use of his fae powers, to create a private circle where he came to talk to the moon on the nights where he was most lonely. Sometimes, he would close off the open ends- then using his powers- like curtains, so none of the animals or fae people could watch him as silent tears of anguish slipped from his eyes like liquid silver.

It was indeed, amusing, that she found joy in something that was used in acts of sadness.

“I’ve never seen such tall sunflowers before,” she whispered, an awestruck look on her face. “They’re amazing.”

The sunflowers grew an inch at her praise, their heads tilting in her direction, like she was the sun. Their leaves stretched out to tickle her cheeks, and she giggled and squirmed at their actions. She didn’t question that it went against all laws of nature, how everything now had a touch of magic. She didn’t know that the flowers had a special connection with their birthgiver, their planter, and shared the same feelings he did. She didn’t know that they reacted because Harry saw her as his own personal source of light, as his happiness.

Hells, the king himself didn’t know. But, the bond between the planter and his plants ran deep, and they knew the secrets that ran deep in his heart for they were nature, and Harry and y/n were natural.

“Thank you,” He mused, “I planted them myself. Though, they will grow a mighty ego at your praise.”

Y/n giggled once more, and the leaves retreated back into the circle, and the sunflowers resumed their previous position. “I love it here,” she said to him. She was careful with her words, and her tone remained soft, dreamy. She didn’t know the king that well yet, and although he looked like the absolute gentleman, she didn’t want to say the wrong thing and test him.

Harry sensed this, sensed her slight fear, and walked into the circle of sunflowers. He took a seat next to where she stood, and patted the place besides the hem of her robes, signaling for her to sit with him. “Take a seat besides me, m’lady,” he murmured.

Y/n pouted like a child at his formal words, and placed a hand on his shoulder as she sat herself down. She didn’t notice the way he straightened. “If I can’t say Your Majesty, then you can’t call me that, either.”

No one beyond his mother and the water wraiths he sometimes took to bed had taken the liberty to touch him the way she did. A casual gesture, very nonchalant, and it held no underlying motive to it. She didn’t want to get into bed with him with provoking touches, and she didn’t want to get into a king’s good graces with friendly gestures either. She simply wanted to get down and not topple over.

“Do you not like the term?” He wants to caress the side of her face, brush that single strand of hair off of her shoulder so it lays on her back. Everything and anything tender, and it is strange. Instead, he settled for placing his hands in his lap. Awkwardly. He was all around rigid and tense.

Y/n, however, does not see to notice this, and she bumps her shoulder against his playfully. “Do you not like when I call you Your Majesty?”

All too quickly, he said, “No, I do not.”

The light air around her goes stale, and she goes stiff like him, too. A crimson shade blooms on her neck. “Oh… well… I just… didn’t want you to call me something formal if I couldn’t call you something formal.” That’s what she gets for trying to play with a king.

“Very well. Then I shall not repeat it.” He cleared his throat. “I digress. Love, the fae realm is not what it seems.”

She tilted her head, confused. Harry continued, “Every living being residing in these lands will attempt to trick you into turning your life over to them, and my-”

“Harry, are you trying to change my mind?”

“No. I am simply trying to warn you of the dangers you will have to face every day if you decide to live here.” He was scared for her, and anxious over… something that he couldn’t put a finger on yet. The thought of her in danger roused an emotion in him that he could not name.

“I know the dangers. Frankly, I would rather face them than going back…” There is a moment of hesitation. She is unsure what to name where she came from. It certainly was not home.

“Was the human realm really so terrible to you?” Harry asked. He himself had only been there once, during a time when a woman by the name of Stevie Nicks had accidentally summoned him during a wiccan ritual. Had it been any other creature, Harry imagined it might have been much worse. But the woman was young, beautiful and kind. She offered Harry hospitality and apologized profusely for her mistake. She had a lovely voice, too.

“Yes. And I really do not want to go back. When I said that by going back I would die, I meant it. Whether it’s the world that gets to me or…”

“Or what?” The king swallowed. He had a feeling that he knew what she was getting at, and the thought of her doing such a thing...

“Or my own hand.” She stared down at the dewy blades of grass, kicking up her feet so her toes slid from underneath the draping white fabric of her dress.

Silence and nature yelled. Harry was at a loss for words at her admission. Could she possibly be in so much pain? Would she bring that fate onto herself? He was heartbroken that y/n- who had been nothing but smiles and admiration- could do something so dark and evil to an energy he saw as bright and innocent. He couldn’t- wouldn’t let her do that, whether she went back to the human realm or not.

“I promise you, you will not meet such an end, dearest y/n.” And if there was one thing the Fae honoured, it was a promise; a bargain.

Y/n only smiled at him sadly, as if she was merely humoring his attempts at keeping her from herself. Though, she admired the way he was so sure of himself, how he was so quickly willing to help her. It was remarkable how she had found friends in such little time; Angus and Harry.

“Now,” he clapped his hands together rather abruptly, startling her and causing her to jolt upright from her sad slump. “Let’s bring an end to this somber talk, yes? How about I start showing you around, rather than just sit here?”

“I’d like that.” She said. “Where will you take me?”

He didn’t respond. Instead, he stood up and extended his hand to her; an open palm, an invitation. The sunflowers around them shivered and grew another inch when she finally took his hand, and new stems shrouded from the dirt when the two shared a look. It was almost like… like an entire universe bloomed when their irises locked together, a supernova exploding in their chests in unity.

Neither of them reacted with more than a happy exhale.

Harry led them out the other end of the sunflower ring, directly towards the river and all the while they still held hands. For Harry, it was the most intimate kind of touch he has ever experienced in the centuries that he’s been alive. He’s never had a serious platonic or non-platonic relationship with anyone other than… well, no one. The male and female beings he often took to bed to experience warmth never gave back the pleasure he offered; never stayed the night, and never caressed him back; never reciprocated the… love. It was highly embarrassing that no one respected him enough to even pretend to care or reflect his emotions in the most intimate setting, but that’s just the way it was (not to mention the fact that Harry started bedding others at the ripe age of one hundred because he wanted to learn how to be an adept lover, and the creatures that would be closely titles 'prostitutes’ in the human realm taught him well. For their own pleasure.)

For y/n, it was the most intimate kind of touch she had ever received from anyone of the opposite since ever. She’d been a neglected child, and the boys at school never felt she was adequate enough for their standards. Sure, there had been catcalls in the streets or in the bars she frequented, but those weren’t the kind of affections she wanted to give back.

It was safe to say that the experience was electrifying for the both of them. Y/n couldn’t help but feel like a giddy school girl that had just received her first love note in her locker, and Harry wondered what kind of magic this human girl could possibly have that made tingles spread from where their palms connected all the way to his shoulder blade. Maybe, she was throwing a glamour over herself so that she appeared more beautiful than she looked, and was practicing wiccan love spells like that Nicks girl a few decades back… no. Who was he kidding. She was an innocent human girl. A beautiful human girl who had no idea of the effect she had on his ethereal existence.

The closer they got to the river the taller the grass became and the easier it was to see the creatures that lived within it. A swan and her ducklings meandered down the stream, tadpoles and sparkling fish swam in the crystalline water. On the other side of the moving water, deer, rabbits, and squirrels scurried amongst the various shrubs and trees. It was like something out of a fairy tale book, but even then that comparison was weak.

She slowed her steps as they reached the edge of the bank, just before her toes dipped into the water because… well, they weren’t prepared to go into the water. Harry seemed to have other plans; he only tugged her further, and did not pause like she did.

His feet, however, did not dip into the water because the grass and dirt extended beneath their feet, lurching forward in an arch over the water to create a bridge for them to walk across.

Astonished, she gasped, “Did you do that?” She held onto the large hand that was warm against hers and relied on it to guide her because she was too busy looking down at the bridge.

“No, I didn’t. The ground did that itself,” he said. And it was true. The ground and nature loved him, and the amount of his magic he spent on it was minimal.

Y/n was too surprised to say anything else. The bridge dispersed once they stepped back onto firm ground, and y/n let Harry lead their stroll on the other side. She realized that they were now in the non-isolated part of the Fae realm, which meant that any creature could pounce at them like how she experienced when she first arrived. That made her nervous.

“The ground is- oh, hello!”

She was about to make a comment regarding the earth’s self awareness, but something nipped at the hand that wasn’t holding Harry’s. Looking down, she sees a lamb licking and sniffing at the tips of her fingers. It was shaky on its legs, and it’s nose was a tiny pink triangle on the snow white wool of its face. The lamb jumped back when she opened her palm towards the sky so it could continue smelling.

“It is not very nice to bite our guests, lovie.” Still holding onto her hand, he crouched down to meet the lamb and reached out to caress it’s back. “Where is your mother, little one?”

“It’s not scared of you,” y/n noted. In fact, the lamb leaned into his touch, and similar to the upturning of Angus’ mouth, this lamb’s own lips seemed to smile.

He shaked his head, “no, I would think not since I aided her mother during her delivery,” he gently squeezed her hand in reassurance that her actions weren’t harmful. “However, they are naturally skittish creatures.”

The lamb’s mother skips out from behind a brush, preening for her kid to come back from any danger she might be in, until she notices that the only danger is Harry, and really he isn’t any danger. So, she quiets and scurries to his side to receive tender caresses.

“Well, hello,” he said to her. “It’s been a long time since I have last come to see you, isn’t it? I have brought someone to meet the rest of you today,” the sheep bleated, “Oh she is no harm, I assure you.”

They seemed to understand each other, almost like they were having a conversation. It was intriguing, “You understand her?”

“Yes. As Fae King I am given certain abilities upon crowning day. One of those being the understating of all languages, and this includes all living creatures.”

“I see.” A shiver runs through her when his thumb strokes the back of her hand. Her toes curl in the glass. It was an intimate touch.

Harry licks his bottom lick. “Would you like to meet the rest of them?”

She’s assuming that he meant the rest of the lambs and sheeps, but the sun-lit glitter of green in his eyes hypnotized her. He was a drink of spring on the last winter night. “I’d love to.”

The mother then licked at the ear of her kid, and they trotted off into the same bush. Y/n could see that there was an archway in the brush, and through this they disappeared, even though there was no tunnel following beyond the opening. Like a portal.

“You’ll have to crawl through m’l- love,” his eyes bounce from hers to their hands, and almost as if it saddens him to do so, he lets go of her hand. “After you.”

She bends down and follows after the creatures through the tunneled arch. It’s a tight fit, but her size made it manageable. Harry had it worse.

His height and broad shoulders made it uncomfortable for him to get through; he nearly had to get on his forearms so his forehead didn’t smear all over the greenery. The lilac of his robes made it hard for him to move, but if he dragged them- and that meant grass stains on his knees- he could get by just as fast. Y/n, too, was experiencing the same issue but she had paused momentarily to tie to fabric in a knot above her thighs, and Harry… well, Harry was trying really hard not to look because he knew it’d be disrespectful.

The passage twisted and turned, and it was unclear where they were going because the turns were sharp. The only thing visible ahead was the curved wall of greenery beyond the quaint trotting of the sheep and her child. Eventually, they turned one last time and a series of ‘baa’s greeted them behind a circle of opening light.

Behind her, Harry chuckled. The heat of his breath spanned across her ankles and the soles of her feet like a blanket. She had not realized he was that close to her.

Y/n and Harry hadn’t been in the tunnel for more than two minutes, but it was amusing to see him arch his back in a stretch and pointless try and wipe away at the dirt and grass stain on the lilac fabric covering his knees.

Instantly he was surrounded by a flurry of white clouds that bleated and licked at him.

“Oh my. Hello- Ladies, please! Ow, Ruby we talked about tha- okay okay,” He was protesting, sure, but he was also laughing. It was the widest Y/n had seen him smile. He was… happy.

There was an sense of home and right to the picture he presented. A gleeful king surrounded by creatures that adored him (there was no doubt why the way they licked at him, and the Angus-like smiles on their faces as they looked up at him). Harry was not isolated here.

Here. Wherever this here was.

It was different from the Fae realm. The ground was softer than the dirt that occupied the space between her toes before, and it was a lighter shade of green. The color of Harry’s eyes when the sunlight cut through the iris from the side. It sloped up and down like the valleys of the Fae village, but there were no homes, and it centered around a heart shaped pool of crystalline water. The sky was the closest thing to strange- out all things, this is what y/n found strange- about it all. It was a cotton candy pink color; a solid shade that didn’t suggest a fading of the sun even though there was a white spherical object in the 5’oclock position.

They- Harry, y/n, and the few lambs that had come to greet him- stood atop one of the crests around the heart-shaped pool.

“Welcome to the Land of Nurture.” He said, breaking her out of her dream. He held the tiniest- tinier than the one that had nipped at her palm- of the lambs she had seen yet in his arms, and it was asleep. “This is where the woodland creatures come to birth and nurture their young. I spend quite a lot of time here, helping with the births.”

At the sound of Harry’s voice and it not being directed towards them in praise, the lambs turn to see what- or who is the object of his attention. Many of them are curious to greet the human woman, but a few stick to his side, rubbing back into his loving hands.

Through that magical bond, Harry caught onto an unusual request. The sheep, they wanted… they wanted y/n to oversee a birth. The ‘midwife’ of the lands spoke to him,

Harry, we’ve never had a woman here before. Let her femininity bless a birth? One will birth tonight, and her hands as much as yours are needed.

“H-harry?” Harry looks up from the wise sheep at his feet to the anxious voice that calls him name.

The lambs at y/n’s feet had gotten a hold of the cotton at the hem of her dress with their mouths, and were tugging her, leading her to a place that she didn’t know. The fact that they were leading her away to some unknown destination wasn’t what made her nervous, no. What made her nervous was the fact that they were leading her away and Harry wasn’t with her. She was unprotected.

She had taken a few steps with the pull of animals. “Harry?”

He was at her side in seconds, the fluffy creatures parting like the sea to allow him to get closer to y/n. “They want to take you to the birthing grounds. There is a lamb that will go into labor soon, and the rest wish for you to be there during the birth. They say they would like your… blessing.”

The lambs, like the sunflowers, knew more than the Fae King did about his feelings.

Her jaw drops in surprise and her eyebrows furrow. “Wha- me? But what can I do?” At her hesitation, the lambs still and wait, looking up at their king for his jurisdiction.

The lamb in Harry’s arms nuzzles into the crook of his elbow, and he saddens at the fact that he cannot take y/n’s hand without waking him up (it was the son of one of the feistiest sheep). “Your presence is all they require.” They lock eyes, and immediately her unease is dissolved. There was Harry, and with Harry everything felt… right. He smiles softly at her, his features melting because he felt it, too.

Remembering that he had a job to do, he looks back down at the awaiting creatures, and says, “Let’s be gentle, yeah, lovies? We’re not going anywhere,” he cooed.

A chorus of bleats responded, and the babes let go of y/n’s cotton dress. They trot away, their tails flicking and heads turning back to make sure they’re being followed by Harry and his guest, who looks around, amazed at the change of scenery. Slowly, the rosy tone of the sky was melting into a serene shade of red, and the white orb of light was dimming, it’s positions growing smaller, like a light slowly going out.

“Is that the sun?” She asked.

Harry laughed, “No. It acts more like a heating lamp, and it fades away to replicate the night, so the animals huddle together for warmth until it… turns back on again. The color of the sky is connected towards menstruation and placenta; blood, a symbol of females and fertility.”

“That’s a beautiful meaning,” she mumbled. The ground on which the lambs walked on was so fresh and healthy-looking, a bright shade of green, that almost looked artificial. “So, is this another… realm?”

He had to bite on his lip to keep from shouting endearments at her. She was smart, bright, curious, and Harry loved the way that she was right on track, a few steps behind, but she understood. “I suppose you could call it that. Although, it is more like a pocket in the Fae realm, a singular realm on itself entirely. It is a space where mother’s can come to have their children safely. This pocket belongs to the sheep. There are others for other animals, and even one for the Fae.”

“Do… Do other Fae come here?”

He shook his head. “No. No, they are not trusted.” Even he, at first try, was not trusted. It took him three days of sitting underneath a large oak tree, watching and letting the sheep sniff him, in order to let him pet them. Another two months for them to let him through. Why Harry wanted to become a part of their society, Harry himself could not tell you, but in reality, he yearned for their tenderness. He watched the way the animals loved each other, and deep down, he wanted their affection, too, because it wasn't something he was getting from his people.

“And they trust you?” They were beginning to descend the hill, when two large rectangular rocks spaced about ten-feet away from each other sprouted from the ground without so much as a rumble. The animals thought nothing of this, and walked right through the space between the rocks, the image of the grassy land rippling as if a drop of water had just hit a pond’s surface. Another portal.

Y/n is only slightly fazed, and the halt in her step lasts a second. If Harry is going through it, then she would, too.

“Yes. It took me months to get them to trust me, but I would do it all over again for their company.”

Their company? Harry was a king and he was looking for company among animals?

“Prepare for warmth when we pass those stones,” he said, “The cave replicates the coziness of a womb to make it easier for a newborn to transition to the world.” At this point the lamb in his arms stirred and began to bleat in his arms, to which Harry shushed quietly and patted to silence.

Y/n subtly crept closer to Harry, the head of the lamb that laid on the bend of his elbow brushed against her arm. Walking between the stone walls was similar to the time she walked through the portal; the similar consuming sensation, only it was accompanied by immense heat, almost suffocating. Not the type that made you sweat, but the kind that put you to sleep. A blanket of warmth, just like he had described. A dull, but concentrated, heat rolled over her skin like a fitted membrane. It was comforting and hazy.

Upon first walking in she was more focused on the feeling than her surroundings. She shut her eyes and took a waking breather before opening them and noticing that, again, just like Harry said, they were in a cave. The walls were a vein-y, papery texture- like when you shine a flashlight through a chicken’s egg and can see the embryo in a shadowy red silhouette. Lambs were sleeping in curled piles on top of each other so they looked like tufts of cotton clouds. There was a crackling fire in the middle of the large cavern that added to the source of heat, and the brightness of the papery walls suggested that there was a light source coming from the outside.

A nervous ‘baa’ called out to Harry. In the far corner there was an isolated circle of space where a sheep lay on her side, her legs stiff in pain. The only ram present was next to her, nudging his horns against her womb (not in aggression, but in concern). He must’ve been her mate.

“Oh sweetheart, you’re almost there,” Harry cooed. He put down the lamb he held in his arms into the pile of nestled clouds. “Go, on. Keep pushing, you can do it.” He’s quick to kneel at the sheep’s side, and rub down her belly in encouraging strokes. The female gives another strangled cry when Harry looks up at a horrified y/n. “Come, my dear. It’s all right.” He said, summoning her with an outstretched hand.

“I know I’m supposed to be helping, b-but it really looks like she’s in pain,” her voice is wobbly, and she’s fidgety, not knowing what to do with herself. It’s a relief when Harry offers physical touch, almost like he knew that it put out whatever fire of anxiety burned in her heart. She took his hand and knelt besides him.

He nodded. “She is experiencing labor, and with that comes the pain.” The sheep’s lower half contracted, and her legs stiffened, a pained bleat escaping her. “Being a mother is not an easy task, from the start.” With a soothing hand, Harry patted her belly softly. A sheen of sweat settled on his forehead, his eyes darting, assessing the animal’s pain.

“What can I do to help?” Her hand grew sweaty in Harry’s grip, and she was worried that he would grow repulsed and let go, but he only squeezed reassuringly. There was a moment of silence, even the mother sheep took a break from labor pains and took deep breaths.

“Nothing, yet. Your presence itself is calming. If there are issues during the labor, then we step in. Otherwise, we are only to oversee and let nature take its course.”

Y/n nodded, and that was it for speaking until the sheep began to cry out again. Harry didn’t say anything either. He was too busy trying to comfort, trying to soothe, not at all surprised or disconcerted by the scene playing before him. She wasn’t disgusted or repulsed, but definitely in shock, having never seen such life-altering events.

“Will she be in pain much longer?” She squeaked out. The ram besides the sheep was growing restless, huffing through his nose and stomping his hoof. The mother’s legs curled forward again, and something- the lamb or the placenta- became visible.

“Your baby is almost here, love, keep going- not much longer. She is a brave being. Her last birth did not even last a three hours, but this one seems to be going by quick. Her time between contract- oh, I know it hurts, c’mon, keep pushing,” Harry looked up at y/n and smiled, “Her time between contractions is short.”

Y/n bobbed her jumbled head. It was safe to say that the girl was very confused. Confused and shocked, and at a loss because she knew absolutely nothing about what to do in this situation. So, she sat still with her hand in Harry’s and stayed quiet, listening to Harry murmur to the mammal in labor. For how long she sat there, who knew, but everything past her ankles lost feeling, and the back of her neck grew damp. Although Harry told her that the mother sheep would be fierce through this experience, she was slightly hopeless in the fact that she couldn't further help the animal. Her mate- the sheep’s- was too.

It wasn’t until there was the sound of water spilling, and the thump of something hitting the floor accompanied by several rounds of excited bleats from not just the ram, but the surrounding animals as well. They were celebrating the birth of-

“Look at you, you did it!” Harry joined in on their celebration, and y/n- still very… still very out of it- looked up to catch the most breathtaking expression on his face. Awestruck, amazed, bewildered, did not even begin to cover what was playing out on his features. There were crinkles on the edges of his gleaming, green eyes, and a breathless smile on his lips. He was so absorbed in the act of new life, that he didn’t notice the extra attention he was receiving from the person sitting next to him. Her expression nearly mirrored his, captivated by the complete consumption of himself he allowed. It was not hard to tell that every bit of his soul was consumed by what’s playing out.

Harry extended his unoccupied hand towards the yelping baby lamb, a golden drop of light appearing on his palm and it floated towards the damp head of the newborn, spreading all over it’s- the lamb hadn’t been sexed yet- body like a sheet. The mother stopped her licking to allow this to happen.

“What- what is that?” y/n asked. She knew that whatever was happening was not a bad thing because the source was Harry himself, but she wanted to know.

He looked at her then, the bewilderment and drop of his guard slowly disappearing. “It is my gift. A drop of good luck.” The glow of the fire licked his jaw a warm shade.

“A gift?” Again, she was at a loss.

“Yes.” He said it like it was obvious, and she became slightly embarrassed. Should she have.. brought something to this? She didn’t have anything to give, but still. “As a token of my gratitude.”

Gratitude… gratitude…

Suddenly, an idea came to her, and she thought of the one way she could give.

Y/n got up from her knees and leaned across Harry’s bent thighs, reaching out to smooth over damp ears (much to Harry’s loss, this mean that she had to let go of his hand). The lamb arched into her touch, and she pressed forward to kiss the place where the golden drop made contact on it’s head.

Harry watched this, amazed that his guest had taken such initiative, and flustered because in the process, the white cotton fabric of the cloth that he had so tenderly manifested around her body had crawled up the skin of her thighs. Resting just below the curve of her bum, on top of tempting skin that Harry wished- gods, he wished they could reach that mutual understanding, that mutual agreement that didn’t require hesitation on his part if he wanted to caress her. Or, even though they were present in front of only delicate and graceful creatures, adjust her clothing to protect her modesty. What was wrong with him?

“Aren’t you a cutie?” She cooed. After a few more pats, she leaned back with a content sigh, using Harry’s thigh to push herself upright. “I’ve given my gift as well.”

“He’ll never forget it.”

“He? He’s a he?”

Harry chuckled. “Yes, he is his father’s first male descendant, and the future leader of the herd.”

“Does he have a name?”

“No. The sheep do not identify themselves in that sort of way. The call out to their souls.” He said. The ram walked in to harry, and bowed his head without aggression. A thank you. Harry did the same, and touched his forehead onto the ram’s horns.

Y/n realized that it wasn’t a thank you. It was a...a moment of communication. What went on, what occurred, that was unknown to her. But the gesture between leader to leader was clear.

Harry’s knuckles supported his weight, and his biceps flexed as he leaned forward. Chocolate curls flopped over morrocan sand horns. It was a touching view.

When the ram retreated, Harry looked on in silence at the budding family for a moment before he said, “I believe that now is the time we must go.”

Y/n nodded. “Okay,” she said. Harry stood up, and again he offered her his hand. He did not let go when she stood up on her two feet and was steady, and neither did she. The two were content to hold the other’s hand as they sidestepped sleeping piles of sheep and lambs to eventually reach the egg-shell wall. The king knew the stop which to walk through, and led them right through.

Outside, the light had dimmed noticeably, and the sky was a deep, blood-red.

“Is it nighttime?” asked y/n.

“For the lambs, yes. In my realm,” a smile quirked on his lips, “no.”

Y/n looked for the shrub tunnel at the top of the hill which they came through, but it was gone. The only thing visible in their ascend to the crest was the grass clearing in harsh contrast with the bloody sky. All of the sheep were gone into the cave, and an eerie silence misted across the grounds. Not even the lapping of the heart-shaped pool; the water was still.

“Where’s the portal?” she said.

Amused at her labeling for the entryway, Harry chuckled quietly. “It is not a portal, love. Merely a door that chooses to show itself only sometimes. Besides, I have other means of travel.” He pulled her close from an ounce of courage that had rooted in his ribcage. A strong arm around her waist; iron security.

Y/n let out a surprised yelp, and stabilized herself with a hand on his bicep. To a human it would look like they were getting ready to dance. With their faces millimeters apart, she wanted nothing but for him to kiss her. Hold her like he was already doing, and never let her go. He was absolutely delicious. From how close she was to him- her front lining up with his side- she could see the pointed tips of his ears for the first time. The one characteristic that set him apart from being human.

She was unable to help it. The urge to touch was too strong. In fact, there was a lot she wanted to touch so technically she was holding off on a lot. He was looking at her as she slid her hand up his bicep, leaving goosebumps behind, and delicately reached out a single finger towards the tip of his ear.

Harry held his breath, a scalding heat trailing the path her skin left. In that moment, when every inch of his celestial self was hyper focused on her, he was convinced that there was more to the situation than he was aware of. It simply was not possible that she held no magic in her arsenal, and that she was not possessing him.

“I’d never seen these before.” Her voice was a whisper, because she knew that it would crack under extreme stress if she tried to speak at a normal level. Being that close to him, touching him, and the way that he looked at her… it made her weak in the knees.

“Do you like them?” Harry’s tone of voice imitated hers, his chin dipped. The tip of his nose ghosted over her forehead. His breath smelled like mint leaves.

A shiver raked down y/n’s spine at the same pace that his breath smoked over her face. She nodded. She did like them. Very much.

“Good.” He nodded his head, as if convincing himself that she did like them. His voice dropped again, and the only reason why she could hear what he was saying was because they were standing so close to one another. “Close your eyes for me, darling.”

This was it. He’s going to kiss me, she thought to herself. Her eyes fluttered closed upon his instruction, and her head tipped back just the slightest bit. Taught, likes the strings on a violin is what she was, waiting to be plucked and played by Harry and his fingers.

But… that kiss never came.

Y/n’s lips parted and her body came to rest completely onto Harry’s side, but she never felt her lips on his. Instead, the ground disappeared beneath her feet and her hair lifted from her back. She kept her eyes closed, waiting, until-

“You can open them now,” he said. He watched y/n’s eyebrows furrow, and her lips dip downwards. Her dissatisfaction was clear on her face, and even though she knew exactly what she yearned for because it was the exact same thing that he wished for as well, he didn’t make any advances. Instead, he took his thumb and smoothed over the center of her eyebrows to make the wrinkles go away. “Don’t look so distraught, beloved. Come, come, open your eyes.”

Embarrassment, anger, sadness, disappointment, all wrapped up in one and presented to her in a box with a pretty red bow; deception. She really thought that he was going to kiss her.

Dejected, y/n opened her eyes and immediately turned to look towards the side to avoid meeting his gaze. She wasn’t sure she wanted to attempt to read further into the situation and receive incorrect signals. They were back in the ring of tall sunflowers, besides the stone bench, though this time their petals were closed as if they were still budding blossoms, arching high towards the glittering stars in the night sky.

She stepped away from him, and for a moment they stood there awkwardly. Y/n toed the ground, and Harry stood still. The only thing moving on his figure was the soft lilac ripples in the wind. Eons of life had taught him how to be still at times of boredom.

He cleared his throat, and tried to strike a conversation again. “Time travels differently in the Land of Nurture, which is why I was unsure to say whether it was nightfall here.” He cleared his throat once more, “I suppose that-”

“I’m tired.” A cricket chirped somewhere in the grass. Y/n had no remorse for interrupting him. She needed to remove herself from the situation. Sleep on it, maybe.

Had she been looking at him, she would’ve immediately kicked herself for cursing the fallen look on his face. “Of course. I’ll walk you back inside.”

The night call of nature serenaded their stale parade through the garden. And through the halls of the castle. The bottom of her feet grew cold for the first time in the entirety of her visit in the Fae realm. When he stopped at the arch of her doorway, y/n wanted nothing more than to curl under the covers, but she knew it would be rude to bolt for a bed the king provided for her while he was standing right there, no matter her feelings.

“I would… uhm,” he swallowed, and the harsh rasp of his voice diminished. “I would sleep soundly if I knew that you were going to bed with fresh clothing. I know that you cannot eat, and there are no bathing quarters in this room, so let me… uhm,” a pink tint blossoms on the apples of his cheeks. “Will you allow me to provide new clothes for you?”

Y/n was stunned. There was underlying symbolism to his request, this she knew. How, despite everything he was willing to make sure that she was comfortable. How he cared for a stranger he could obliterate with a flick of his wrist if he wanted to.

He was getting flustered. His hands were behind his back, but by the way that his biceps moved it was clear that he was nervously fiddling his fingers. “I’ll take you somewhere to wash up tomorrow, but for now, clean clothes is the best I can-”

“I’d like that,” she nodded slowly, sucking her lips into her mouth. It was her turn to feel awkward, as she stood there silently with her eyes bouncing from his, to the floor, to him, to the ceiling, to him... and he did the same.

“Stand on the pedestal for me?” He asked.

“Okay.” She moved further into the room, and climbed up to the step. The coldness of her skin was eradicated by a heat eminating from the wood. It made her shoulders sag and her eyes shut in pleasure. It was a good feeling.

Y/n didn’t question whether Harry would bare her naked by stripping her at the first go, but a tickling feeling of lace wrapping around and underneath her breasts told her that he would place pretty little underthings before manifesting new fabric onto her body. She was staring down at the floor, flustered because it felt as if his fingers were the one’s dressing her.

And she was right. Soon after the feeling of feathers on her skin stopped, the white milkmaid’s dress with grass stains vanished into thin air, leaving her only in lacy pink underwear that so delicately wrapped around the curves of her breasts and the swell of her mound. They were just barely transparent, and the swirl of her areolas were a ghosting tease underneath the material.

In a brief second, she realized she was exposed to Harry, and her head snapped up to meet his. A strange, lonely king that was looking at her- a human in a land of immortals- expectantly. “Would you like something different?”

Dazedly, she shook her head, “no. These are pretty.”

Harry’s mouth went dry, but he kept his eyes on hers. He wouldn’t look down. Not yet. He dressed her in a dress that was in similar fashion to the one before. Light, airy, and loose on her body, and in a light blue shade. The straps were thin strings on her shoulders, and pooled on the floor so her feet disappeared.

Y/n stepped down from the stump, her feet on the cold floor again. “I am most appreciative,” she whispered. Her eyes nervously dropped from his again, and he sighed in defeat.

Harry shook his head. “You can say, thank you, you know. I won’t hurt you.”

“Thank you. They’ve lovely.” A yawn ate up the last bit of her sentence.

“You should rest. We have a short walk tomorrow.” He started to walk back out the doorway, but stopped just before he turned the corner. “Goodnight.”

“Goodnight, Harry.”

She went to sleep that night thinking of the warmth that emitted from his hand against her palm, of the way his lips curled into a smile, of the way that he allowed himself to become so wholly absorbed by what was going on around him. The sticky feeling of embarrassment tried to snake in on the picture she was trying to paint to lull herself to sleep, but y/n pushed it away.

She went to sleep that night thinking of the Fae king.

The area where her feet lay at the end of the bed was particularly warm all through the night.

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The next morning was equally as glorious as the one from before, only that this time her stomach and foul mood stained the innocent sunbeams that casted across her sheets.

After nearly a day and a half of not eating, her stomach was beginning to ache. During times when money was tight, y/n wouldn’t eat and drink only water. This was similar to that, but… she had no water. She couldn’t eat or drink because Harry wouldn’t let her. If it was up to her, she would’ve helped herself to a full course meal at breakfast because she loved food, but alas, the king wouldn’t budge.

Angus was there again, with another note. He smelled like corn. It read,

Good morning, beloved. I will be waiting with the sunflowers for you when you are ready.

Beloved. Y/n smiled down at the piece of paper, the swirls of ink on paper enticing butterflies to flutter in her stomach. Never having ever experienced it herself, she heard of the exhilarating feeling that came with the drop of a roller coaster. The tightening of her abdomen was strikingly the same to the description of what that felt like.

Angus tentatively poked her thigh with his hoof, and the reminder of his presence, y/n dropped the note and scooped the animal into her arms. He squealed and wriggled with happiness.

“Why hello, handsome. It’s been a while since I last saw you,” She pressed kisses behind his ears, and when she lifted her mouth, Angus rested his head on her shoulder. “Where’d you run off to, hmm?”

He snorted and lifted his head, his back legs shifting on her thighs and pressing into her skin. It hurt, but she didn’t have it in her heart to say anything. “Should we go see the king now?”

Another squeal.

“Yeah, I think so, too. Let’s go.” Y/n set him down on the floor and placed her feet down next to him. The warmth of her soles and the cold floor was a contrast that made her hiss and lift her feet up momentarily. The piglet stopped to look back at her as if concerned, and y/n smiled. “It’s just a little cold, Angus.”

He bobbed his head, understanding, and waiting for her to get back on her feet to continue walking. The cerulean blue of her dress swished around her ankles as she followed him out and through the castle. Vines and flowers bloomed and sprouted as they passed, bees and butterflies fluttered in through the flowers.

The curtain of foxgloves parted as she approached and she was momentarily blinded by the morning sunlight. After her eyes cleared, she could see the walkway through the garden, and in a short distance, the opening of the tall circle of sunflowers that encased a bench, where a pale yellow figure sat. It was Harry, and y/n was frozen in place when she spotted him.

The movement caught Harry’s eyes, and he stood from the bench. Both of them watched each other, frozen in their spots like they were scared movement would blow the other away. Y/n’s lips parted and her chest twisted, the flowers around Harry shivered.

Angus, bless his soul, bumped his head, annoyed, on y/n’s calf as if to say ‘what are you waiting for? go talk to him!’

“Alright, geez,” she said, rolling her eyes at her friend before she started walking towards Harry. He waited for her at the edge of a stone bench, and toyed with the edge of what he was wearing; a veil-like material over his chest the color of wine, and a snow-white pair of flared pants. The most non-greek outfit of his that y/n has seen. Though his shirt was still extravagant and elegant, flowing bell-caps that reached the middle of his thighs, and an open, unbuttoned collar with ruffles around his neck that exposed his smooth, taught chest.

“Hello,” she said once she reached him. Up close she could see that there was a wreath of stained purple leaves and fuschia colored flowers with white bulbs in the middle. To her, they were just flowers. Harry knew they were horny goat weeds. He had no control over them, and they usually reflected his mood. At a certain point of his adolescence, his elders noticed that he had a knack for herbs and gardening. It was part of his magick, part of who he was and what he felt.

One careful look at the draping white cloth of his pants, and she’d see the tenting fabric at his crotch. He was having trouble… containing his thoughts late at night. “Good morning,” his words cut off in a way that suggested there was more to come after, but nothing did. He shot a quick glance down at Angus, who had plopped down besides his feet.

The sunflowers around them tilted towards y/n as she dug her toes into the grass and watched Harry, blushing and trying her hardest to hold back a cheesy smile that wanted to spread on her face from just seeing him.

“Are we going swimming today?” She whispered. Whatever tenderness had settled over them, she didn’t want to disturb it with a loud voice.

Harry understood this, but chose to poke fun at her anyways, “Why are you whispering, darling?” He was whispering, too. Angus watched, his head turning back and forth like it was a tennis match.

She couldn’t hold the smile back anymore, and the blush spread to a warmth on her ears. “I dunno,” she shrugged.

“Yes, we will go swimming today. Angus will be joining us. I believe he may have been a fish in a past life, he loves the water so much.” He placed a kiss on the creature’s head, and nodded his head towards the river.

Y/n laughed, and began walking with Harry, the sunflowers following her way out of the ring, and then tilting back up towards the sun when she was out of reach. They moved in silence, their strides in sync so they looked like one.

“How did you meet him?” She threw out a question just to hear him speak.

He tilted his head to the side to see her, the ruffles of his collar tickling his chin. “Who? Angus?”

“Mhm.” She hummed.

“Well,” he sighed, “It was on a rainy spring day, about three years ago, I reckon. Maybe more, this fella does not like to age. He was a victim of a foul trick, and lost his mother.” Angus whined, and Harry covered his ear so he couldn’t listen, the other side of his head pressed against Harry’s chest. “To what extent ‘lost’ goes, it is knowledge I am not privy to.” He removed his hand, and Angus looked up at him. “ But he found me, and we have been friends since. Isn’t that right?”

“It’s lucky that you found each other,” she said, smiling sadly.

“Will you be leaving any friends if you decide to stay?” His interest was heavy in his question, as was the hope that maybe she might stay. That maybe they might reach that mutual understanding.

Y/n shook her head slowly, “No, I wasn’t much of a social butterfly, and not many people take the time to get to know me. And I think you mean when.” They were beginning to reach the bank, the sound of flowing water louder as they got closer.

“I- I don’t understand,” his eyebrows furrowed, “were they mean to you?” Right before they dipped into water, Harry wrapped an arm around her bicep to gently redirect her so that they walked alongside the stream. In his arms, Angus was looking to be sleeping.

“When I was in school, yes. I guess that I just didn’t fit in, because everyone else turned against me, and sometimes girls would make fun of me. Once I got older, I was the outcast at work. And I didn’t go out much because I didn’t, you know, have any friends to hang out with,” she said.

“What?” Y/n looks over at him, surprised at his outburst. His brows are deeply furrowed and his voice is heavy with hurt. “You did nothing to them and they decided to be foul over nothing? That is completely unfair.’

Y/n shook her head. “It’s alrigh-”

“No, it is not alright, and it is not fine!” He was getting agitated, and Agnus was waking up. A vein on his neck protruded from his neck. He was shaking his head as he spoke, his distaste showing through his rigid body language; the curls that were pushed back with the flowers in his head fell out with his movements, framing his face in a chaotic way. “It should not have to be this way. It’s the same reason why my* kingdom is in ruins. I just do not understand why-”

With a comforting hand on his bicep, y/n stopped him in his tracks. “Harry, it’s okay. There’s nothing we can do about it now. That’s why-”

She stepped in front of him so that she could place her other hand on his biceps, holding him. When she came into clear view of his eyesight, Harry tilted his head to Angus, who had settled back in the crook of his arm when he noticed that y/n took initiative to comfort him. His pink lips were pressed into a firm line, his eyelashes fluttering every time he blinked. Blinked back tears.

“I’m sorry. I know that that feels like.” He sniffled and y/n cupped his cheek with her hand, swiping away the first tear that fell. Her heart cracked in two at the wavering of his voice. “I wish it did not have to be this way.”

“I do, too,” Her own voice was watery. She was always the one to cry when she saw someone else do so as well, “but if it wasn’t that way, I wouldn’t be here right now. I wouldn’t have met you.”

His gaze lifted at her words, and a weepy frown found its way onto his lips, “as much as I want you to stay, I fear the troubles you might face. The people here do not listen to me, and their treacherous ways are not something that I endorse.”

Her hand dropped again, to his bicep, and she tilted her head to the side playfully, like she was thinking. “I’ll stick by your side, and-”

He smirked. “I stick by yours, yes.” He took a hand out from underneath Agnus, and bopped her on the nose. “But, that is only after the three days.”

Y/n rolled her eyes at him, and stepped away to take her place besides him. “Again with the three days? Why are you so hung up on them?”

He shrugged, proud and smug. “I stick by my word, honeybaby.”

Y/n’s jaw dropped, and her eyes shut for a moment, “H-honeybaby?” Harry’s lips puckered like he was taking joy in her flustered state. He waited for her hands to unclench. A bird chirped in the distance.

He licked his bottom lip, “Do you like it?”

Y/n brushed it off, and cleared her throat. “Come on, I wanna go swimming,” She tried to tug on his delicate sleeve, but he wrapped a hand around her neck and pulled her close, looking down at her with fierce domination. Y/n’s eyes widened and her heart thumped wildly in her chest. She was, what you could say, intimidated.

He tutted his tongue, his head cocking, “You didn’t answer me, honeybaby. Did you like the name, or no? I wouldn’t want to displease you by calling you something you don’t like.” Y/n shut her eyes, her left foot hooking around her right ankle so she could press her thigh together where a heat was building up. “So, I’ll ask you again, do you like the name, honeybaby?”

“Yes.” She swallowed, opened her eyes, and nodded. Her eyes flicked up to meet his, and she was frozen. He was a different person then, his eyes a darker shade of green, the smile on his lips borderline malicious with all the subliminal filth it held. “Yes, I like it.” The tent in his crotch was more noticeable then, and if he shifted his hips forward just a hair, the tip of his dick would’ve brushed her silk covering her stomach. He almost shivered at the thought.

In a blink, he was back to the ‘regular’ Harry she knew. Bright and cheerful. “Come along now, honeybaby, we’re almost there.” An inconspicuous brush down the front of his pants fixed his dilemma.

They walked for a few more minutes, following the river up-stream, curving around the back of the castle where it trailed off into the horizon, leaving a strip of land wide enough for five people to walk through in between the river that went, and the river that came. A loop; a fence, around Harry’s castle. Down this strip they went, encased by water and a canopy of willow trees, until they came across a fork in the river. Stepping stones rose just above the water level to their right, leading to a lake-like retention of water. A pool, if you will.

Harry slowed just before the rocks, and y/n got close enough that the first was a step away, “is this it?” She asked.

He nodded, and set down Angus, who shook off the last of his sleep and hopped through the rocks. Y/n followed after him and jumped right into the sparkling pool of blue water, the same color of her dress; a crystalline aquamarine. She did not care if her clothes got wet, or if she had to walk back to the castle with wet clothes. The distraction was what she needed.

It felt good, a nice cleanse from the two days of travel and sleeping in dirt, and yesterday, when sweat from the warmth of the Land of Nurture collected and dried on her skin. A heavenly feeling. She hated going to the pool at recreational centers because she hated the smell of bleach, and she didn’t have the guts to go out into the lake by herself. y/n had learned how to swim when she was little, and this? This felt like a rebirth.

When she resurfaced, she pushed her dripping wet hair back and cheered. “Come into the water, Harry!” He was sitting on one of the stepping stones, only his feet and an inch of his pants dipping into the water. “It feels so good!” He shook his head, and the corner of his mouth lifted. “Come in! It’s not even cold!” It wasn’t, it was actually warm.

She pleaded once more, and he finally gave in. He said, “oh alright,” and jumped into the water, a swift and graceful dive she only ever saw on TV, in the olympics.

He dove deep, just where the water got murky- though it wasn’t even that, the water just got too, too blue*- enough that she couldn’t see him.

“Harry? Harry, where did you go?” She fumbled around the water, looking around her circle of space for his lithe body. “Harry, it’s not funn- AH!” Her kicking foot brushed against something sleek that moved away, and she shrieked.

Harry came up in a splash besides her, shaking his wet hair in his face. “Here!”

Y/n shrieked again, her fright so big that she swallowed a gulp of water and lost her equilibrium, her head dipping underneath the water. Immediately, Harry lunged to grab her by the waist so her head was above water. She coughed up the water that was in his lungs, and breathed raggedly. “Woah, woah, honeybaby,” Harry stroked her hair back, “tt’s alright, I’ve got you. It’s just me, ‘was-” He was breathless, “‘was playing.”

He watched her as her breathing returned to normal. Her hands were gripping his biceps fiercely, and her legs had somehow wrapped around his waist.

When she felt him clear his throat, her eyes focused on his, and her breath hitched. The look in his eyes, the stroke of heathen… it was there again. Though his lips were curled upwards, and he was watching her carefully to make sure that she was okay, there was a sliver of space from control and loss of it.

Y/n felt it. She felt it every time his legs moved, kicking to make sure they both stayed afloat.

“Can I ask you something?” She was quivering with anticipation in his arms. Although she had faced rejection just the day before, the warmth she felt in that moment was enough for her courage to build up again.

“Anything, my darling,” he rasped. The octave of her voice rumbled down her spine. My darling.

“Will you… will you kiss me?”

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The third and final part has already been completed, I just wanted a clean break between the two :) It’ll be posted after a mafia!h blurb.

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excerpt from a council of golden swords: tattooed cairic king

planned this scene weeks ago, forgot about it, enjoyed writing it immensely. poor kayani, they're so in love

anyway i hope you love this as much as i loved writing it, acogs has been kicking my ass this week and this was a nice battle won

Asma crosses her arms. “Take off your shirt.”

Kayani chokes on their own saliva. “What?”

“I’m going to paint you. Take off your shirt.”

Kayani stares at her, open mouthed, a thousand indignities resting on their lips. Asma taps her foot, paintbrush held between two fingers, frowning impatiently. No excuse, no argument, no plea will ever sway her. She is unmovable.

Kayani stares at the floor and loosens the laces of their shirt before whipping it off. They ball it up and stand there holding it until she snatches it from them and tosses it on the sofa. “Sit on the stool,” she says, “and for Cai’s sake, stop looking so stiff. Actually look like you want to be here. You don’t even have to smile. Just look a little less queasy.”

Queasy for a different reason, Kayani thinks, but obediently sits on the wooden stool in the center of the red, blue, and gold room. The yearly trip west, spent in close quarters with almost all of the Cairic army, has driven the modesty out of them, but everything is different with Asma.

She sits on the ottoman and drags her easel closer to her, a tray of paint pools sitting beside her on the sofa. The easel legs scraping against the floor makes Kayani startle. “Relax,” she orders in a tone that’s anything but relaxing.

Kayani folds their hands and tries not to slouch. The hairs that itch when they fall into their eyes will be the least of their worries over the next few hours. Why else would Asma paint them shirtless if not just to torment them?

Once Asma has everything apparently set up to her standard, she looks up and rakes her eyes over Kayani’s torso. Her breath hitches. “You have so many tattoos. I forgot you would.” Her voice disturbs the quiet of the room, breaking a sacred peace, or however peaceful the two of them alone can get.

“Isn’t that why you wanted to paint me shirtless?” Kayani asks. “Why else would you?”

She hides her face behind the canvas and doesn’t bother with an answer. Kayani prepares for a long set of hours filled with waiting, an aching back, and keeping their walls firmly up.

After ten minutes of silence, Asma working quietly, she asks, “What does that one on your chest mean?”

Kayani resists the urge to look down and earn themself their first don’t move, idiot. They could trace the lines of the * in the darkness, in their sleep. “The death of my mother.”

She gasps. “You got tattooed when you were just a child?”

They shrug. “I’ve known some babies who got tattooed after birth because of a difficult or scary pregnancy, complications that should’ve killed them. Parents, too. We use our tattoos to cope with many things, many emotions, but prominently grief. For many people, the experience itself of sitting there for ten hours while a needle pokes into your skin—it helps.”

“By enduring pain?” Asma asks.

Kayani shrugs. “Some people find solace in pain. It’s something real they can grip onto.”

“That’s the funny thing,” Asma says, peering out from over the canvas. “It isn’t.”

Kayani’s eyes drift to the tattoo on her forearm, she follows their gaze and pulls her sleeve down. Kayani remembers it all too painfully well—her poorly stifled tears and cries while getting it, their own desire to comfort her squashed by the hatred in her eyes. It’s their fault she has it.

“What about that one?” she asks, gesturing to the wings covering their shoulders.

“Are you asking because you’re genuinely curious,” Kayani asks, “or just trying to fill the air?” They want to poke further into her reasoning, but they don’t want her to change her mind and throw them out. Alone time with Asma is bliss as much as it’s torture, and they’ll take every last bit of it.

“I got the wings one year after becoming king,” Kayani says. “To celebrate not being assassinated.”

She snorts. “Get better guards.”

“I am my own best guard besides Ajar and Samad. I didn’t want to trust anyone else. The palace guards on rotation can only do so much against an assassin hired by someone who was angry I became king and not my sister.”

Asma rolls her eyes, the soft strokes of her brush soothing to listen to against the faint chatter of birds. “And the one on your back?”

“You’re not painting that one. You can’t even see it right now.”

“Answer the question, dimwit.”

Kayani grins. As much as they love to nag Nikolai about being attracted to the ones who seemingly want nothing to do with you, they’re no less guilty. “I got the first part done after I survived the Trials.” After healing up upon their return, they went straight to the royal tattoo artist. They knew exactly what they wanted: Ajar and Samad standing side by side, blue eyes pointed to the moon.

The two of them are right outside—if Kayani’s quiet, they can hear them scratching at the door—but an ache for them runs through their chest regardless. Sometimes they’re convinced the three of them share a soul.

“I would’ve gotten the outlining done before I left for the Trials for good luck and gotten it filled in after I came back, but I didn’t want to deal with unnecessary pain. I got the second part added on after I came back from my first trip west with the army. That time, I did do it in two halves for good luck, like many of my soldiers.”

Going to get those outlines and later the full lines done with their soldiers had been one of the most rewarding experiences of their life. Sitting beside ten others in a salon, all laughing or grimacing or telling stories to work through the pain reminded them that they could still mix with normal people. Winning the Trials didn’t make them special in the soldiers’ eyes, and Kayani liked it that way.

Their second back tattoo consisted of a light brown stag leaping across the center of their back, over the dogs. “Each trip after was another add on.” They’ve since added a grassy field for the stag and the dogs to rest in, stars for the moon, flowers and sparkles in a mix of reds and browns.

“Your entire body will be covered by the time you die,” Asma says.

“That’s the goal.”

As the hours go by, Asma asks, and this? What about this? That one? What are the ones I can’t see? Kayani answers her every question, shares every story, every memory. They don’t tell her about the one on the back of their ankle, small enough to miss. A golden paintbrush.

Finally, when the sun is halfway to setting and Kayani’s lower half has gone numb, Asma announces she’s done. Kayani wobbles to their feet toward the canvas, but she picks it up before they can see it. They sigh quietly but don’t question it—until she turns around.

She’s painted them in a background more heavily red than the wallpaper behind them. It brings out the red in Kayani’s tattoos, which are obviously the star of her painting. The edges of Kayani’s muscles are blurred, but the lines of the tattoos are as clear and sharp as they are on their skin. Their eyes are halfway open, tired, and Asma captured their faint smile at something she said, maybe some memory that took them away.

The sun from the glass wall behind them drips golden light onto light brown skin, a glowing backdrop for the tattoos. Kayani sat with their left forearm up, right hand holding that wrist, but Asma painted the opposite to hide the tattoo there.

Kayani has never had the eye for beautiful artwork, nor the time to study why people devote their lives to it, but this makes them reconsider. Not because it’s them, of course, they’re not that vain. Because it’s Asma.

“I will call it ‘Tattooed Cairic King’,” Asma says. Kayani can’t take their eyes off her nonchalant expression, the casual way her fingers grip the canvas. She completed this in a day and she acts like she’s holding a piece of cheap furniture. Doesn’t she know all of her artwork will be studied meticulously after her death merely because she’s a queen?

Not just because she’s a queen, Kayani thinks. Because she’s an incredible artist. They wish they had the courage to say so, but knowing Asma, she’d make some crack about their narcissism.

“Where are you going to hang that one?” they ask. “Which guest room or dining hall or office will get the pleasure of seeing my tattoos?

She fixes them with a look. “My suite wall.”

The floor seems to swim under them.

“I thought you hated me,” they manage. “As you pointed out, last time we were together you told me to never come into your sight again.” They gesture to the canvas. “I think that violates your rule.”

For once, Asma’s silence seems to be because of her loss of words, not dramatic pause or the bother of answering a question. “It’s some of my finest work,” she settles on. “I’d like to admire it often. Let people admire it when I’m dead.” She closes her eyes and runs her finger along the top of the canvas. “Also, I’d like to do your back sometime."

“What?” Kayani sputters.

“Oh, come on. If you can survive a needle pricking your skin for ten hours, you can survive sitting still for another six.”

That’s not the problem, Kayani thinks, but only nods. Cai have mercy.

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Demonstrating One’s Talent

My first contribution to Snapetober is Snockhart! Thanks to @sxvxrxssnape for organising this event. I’m not sure I did whump right though...

Prompt 10: ‘you’re bleeding’ and 22: collapsed

Warnings: body horror, body horror elements, blood and injury

(but it is really just fun crack treated seriously I swear!)

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Defence Against the Dark Arts should have been Harry's favourite class. It was certainly the one he got the best marks in, and no one could deny that he, of all people, needed to know how to defend himself. Considering that he'd had a close encounter with the world's most powerful dark wizard, who just happened to be very keen on murdering him, in his first year alone.

And it would have been his favourite class if not for the simpering, stuck-up, pompous twat of a teacher they had. For all his self-proclaimed skill and expertise in battling Dark Forces, Harry couldn't think of one useful thing Lockhart had taught them this year. And with a monster running loose about the castle no less!

It was unusual for Harry to arrive at the egotistical dolt's class on time, let alone early, but with Hermione still petrified in the Hospital Wing and Ron sleeping the day away after their terrifying introduction to Aragog last night, that is exactly where he found himself. He'd planned to spend the extra few minutes quietly pondering what it all meant – the mirror, the writing on the wall, the spiders – but, once he arrived on the third-floor corridor, he saw that something else unusual was going on.

Lockhart was slumped against the wall outside his classroom talking miserably away to himself. "I just...I simply cannot begin to fathom why he isn't interested!"

Interest piqued and having been provided cover by a handy suit of armour, Harry stopped to listen as a female voice came out of nowhere.

"Well perhaps if you were a little more...modest?"

It was then Harry realised Lockhart was not, in fact, talking to himself, but to a painting. One of a very pretty – and very naked – water nymph. Harry hadn't noticed it last year and rather suspected Lockhart of placing it there himself. She had large, ocean eyes alluringly framed with dark lashes and long brown hair that was perpetually wet from the fact that she spent all her time lazing in a lily pond, the flowers of which only just protected her modesty.

"One tries to be, my dear lady, truly. It's just rather difficult when one's talents are so..." Lockhart looked off into the distance, as though trying to come up with a word that properly conveyed such talents was a challenge in and of itself, "...abundant."

"Quite." The nymph scrunched up her delicate features as though she'd swallowed something foul, but Lockhart didn't seem to notice.

"Honestly, I mean, I'm not one to boast but I've never had this sort of trouble before – romantic trouble I mean – I'm used to having a line of ladies and gentlemen, all vying for my affections, long enough to stretch out the door! And now I'm reduced to lamenting my sorrows to a painting!"

"Excuse me!" said the nymph, thumping the water with her fist to create an angry splash. "I do have other things to do besides sit here and listen to you moaning about your love life!" Harry wasn't quite sure what

Lockhart shrank further down the wall. "My apologies," he mumbled. "I simply meant-"

"Look," the nymph began, with more pity in her voice this time. More than Harry could dream of showing someone so arrogant, at any rate. "Perhaps if you demonstrated your talents in front of him, rather than just...discussing them at great length...he'd take more of an interest."

"Alas!" Lockhart moaned. "I've been trying! Starting small, you know, so as not to overwhelm him. Just the other night I tried showing him the best way to skin a flobberworm but he chased me out of his office before I could even get the jar off his shelf!"

Flobberworms? Harry only knew of one teacher disgusting enough to keep jars of those in his office...but...it couldn't be!

"I thought demonstrating my prowess at our duelling club would have been enough!" Lockhart rambled on. "But the poor darling must have been too intimidated by me..."

No, Harry thought. No, no, no, no-

"Have you tried getting a little more...physical?" the nymph asked, rolling onto her side in the murky pool and running a hand over her ample hip to help get her point across.

"I must confess that I'm not above using my...sexuality...in these situations, but even that has failed me! I tried to take advantage of the summer heat, asked him if he wouldn't mind my taking off my shirt when we found ourselves alone in the staff room one stifling evening..."

The nymph's eyes lit up. "And? what happened?"

"He blast me with a cooling charm! He didn't stop until icicles were dangling from my nose!"

"Hmmm..." The nymph sighed. "I never thought I'd say this, but perhaps you should just give up."

"I fear you may be right, dear lady," said Lockhart sadly. "But I must be going – my students shall be here shortly. I have so much to fill their bright, young minds with!" With an elaborate wave towards the painting, he strutted off into the classroom.

Harry stayed where he was, letting the other students push past him to get to their seats. The girls giggled excitedly as they always did. He wondered what they would say if Harry told them Lockhart had a crush on Professor Snape.

***

Harry had been itching to tell Ron about what he'd overheard all day, but when he got back to Gryffindor Tower, he found his friend still sleeping. Getting a little concerned now, Harry pulled the sweat-soaked covers back from his face and gently shook him awake.

"Urrrggghhh," Ron moaned, "times' it?"

"Everyone's down at dinner," said Harry, by way of answer. "How are you feeling?"

"Not so good, mate."

He didn't look it either. Ron's face was ghastly pale behind his freckles and he was talking through his teeth as if trying to bite back waves of nauseating pain.

"I think we need to get you to the hospital wing."

Ron, as though talking required far too much effort, simply nodded.

Getting there wasn't going to be that easy though. It took three tries before Ron was able to stand and the only way he was going to remain upright was by Harry slinging his friend's arm over his own shoulder and taking most of his weight. They were both panting before they'd even got down the stairs.

Harry looked around the common room desperately in the hope that someone's appetite had forgone them that night and would still be around to help, but it was deserted. Heaving Ron over his shoulder again, he surrendered himself to the fact they had to make their way to the Hospital Wing alone.

***

This was bad. Harry was starting to think he should have left Ron in the common room and gone to fetch help rather than trying to lug him all the way down to the first floor by himself. Ron was still managing, somehow, to shuffle one foot weakly in front of the other, but he wasn't speaking at all, and his eyes kept fluttering closed so Harry had to steer them both through the endless hallways. But they were already on the third floor and Harry really didn't want to leave Ron alone. Better they just push on. With any luck, someone might-

"Potter!"

Someone else. Please.

But, of course, it was Snape who was striding towards them, a storming mess of menace and black robes. "And Weasley! Why are you not at dinner? There is no excuse to be wandering about the castle during these times-" Harry wanted to ask Snape why he was wandering the castle instead of sitting with the other teachers in the Great Hall, but he managed to keep his mouth shut. "-or perhaps, as always, you feel the rules don't apply to you?"

"Sir - you don't understand – Ron's-" As if to illustrate his point, Ron fell from Harry's arms and collapsed onto the floor. Harry immediately crouched down and began to shake him, repeatedly calling his name, but Ron didn't stir. Harry turned desperately to Snape who had stiffened with shock. "Sir! We need to-"

"Get out of the way, Potter!" he snapped, pushing Harry to the floor in his haste to get to Ron. He jumped straight into action right away, digging his fingers hard into Ron's neck, feeling his forehead with the back of his hand. The thought of being touched by those hands made Harry's skin crawl, but neither he nor Ron were in the position to be choosy right now.

"What happened?" Snape asked, loosening the buttons of Ron's striped pyjamas to better see the shallow rise and fall of his breathing.

"I-I don't know!" Harry stammered.

"Did he ingest something?"

"I don't think so!"

"Think, Potter!" said Snape, voice echoing down the corridor as he turned his full attention to Harry. "The two of you must have been meddling in something you shouldn't!"

Harry was spared from answering as a sing-song voice drifted up the corridor. "Oh Severuuuus?" Both he and Snape turned to look simultaneously.

"There you are!" Lockhart beamed as he rounded the corner and caught sight of the three of them. He didn't seem to question why they were on the floor. "You left before they served dessert! And before I could finish telling you about my latest line of haircare potions – I really think the tea tree and dandelion root shampoo would do wonders for your-"

"Not now you buffoon!" Snape hissed.

"I say," said Lockhart, noticing that one of their party was unconscious for the first time, "what's wrong with this poor fellow?"

"That's what I'm trying to determine!" Snape turned his furious face back to Harry. "But Potter here cares more about saving his own hide than the life of his friend, it seems."

"We were in the forest!" Harry blurted out. "There were these...these spider things."

"Weasley was bitten?" asked Snape.

"No!" There's no way Ron could have kept that to himself. "He was fine! He was just tired today. I thought it was just because we were out so late! All he said last night was that his back was weirdly itchy!"

Lockhart, who had been babbling away to himself about the time he had once bested an army of giant arachnids single-handedly, and how it was such a shame he had not been there to help, suddenly stopped mid-sentence. He was staring at Ron, eyes fixed on his torso. Then, in a voice Harry had never heard him use before, he said, "Open his shirt."

Both Harry and Snape just stared at him.

"Do it!" he commanded, kneeling down on the floor next to them. Snape hastily obeyed, deftly unbuttoning Ron's shirt and revealing his freckled chest. Harry watched as Lockhart, with none of his usual flair or pretence to be seen, began examining Ron's torso, kneading and prodding at his friend's flesh as if he actually knew what to look for. When he got to the lower left side of Ron's stomach, he froze.

"Oh dear," he whispered to himself. "Nothing to do but cut it out I'm afraid."

"Cut it-?" Snape spluttered. "Just what in Salazar's name are you going on about, man?!"

"Oh no!" Harry interrupted finally. "I'm not letting you do anything to him! Remember what you did to my arm?! We need to get him to Madam Pomfrey!"

"There's no time, dear boy!" Lockhart exclaimed, pulling out his wand from somewhere deep amongst his periwinkle robes. "And I'm afraid Madam Pomfrey, wonderful as she is, would be in over her head with this. I, however, know what I'm doing." Lockhart looked at Snape over Ron's body. "I really do this time," he added.

Snape, his expression unfathomable, opened his mouth to say something. Harry hoped he was finally going to insist on taking Ron as far away from Lockhart as possible and get him the appropriate help. But all that came out was a strangled gasp, that Harry closely followed with one of his own when something in Ron's chest...moved.

"Immobulus!" said Lockhart, pointing his wand at the protruding mass under Ron's skin before anyone could stop him. The...thing...slowed in its progress but continued travelling upwards. "Blast, it's a strong one," he muttered. "Severus. I need you to keep the curse going – don't overdo it though. It'll affect Weasley, too, but there's really no other way..."

Snape looked as though he was about to object, but something – the authoritative tone to Lockhart's voice perhaps - made him whip out his own wand, aim it at Ron's chest, and begin chanting some unknown curse in a low, melodic hum.

"Now, Harry?" said Lockhart, kindly but firmly. "I'm going to need you to support Weasley's head, he may start jerking around a bit, do you think you can do that?"

Harry just nodded, unable to speak. He shifted his position so as he was crouched at the top of Ron's head and slid his hands underneath to cushion the bony part of his skull. He looked anxiously between Snape, still focused intently on the thing now inching up Ron's ribcage, and Lockhart who, with a flick of his wrist, transfigured his raised wand into a shining, wicked scalpel. Harry swallowed. Ron, please survive so you can forgive me for letting this happen! Or punch me in the face – either way just please be okay!

"Severus?" Lockhart positioned his blade horrifyingly close to Ron's skin. "I know you're concentrating but listen to me. Once it's out it will try to burrow into the nearest living thing and that will, most likely, be me. You must kill it as quickly as possible. Understand?"

Snape, looking several shades paler than usual, jerked his head by way of acknowledgement, never once breaking his curse.

"Ready, then? One."

Harry found himself wishing Hermione was there.

"Two."

Merlin, he wished Colin Creevey was there! Anyone other than these two!

"Three."

Thick, dark blood poured from Ron's skin as the blade pierced him. So much blood! Lockhart must have done something wrong! But he kept slicing downward, slow and steady. Snape hovering over the whole time, humming his strange words.

A sickening screech, not unlike that of a mandrake, filled the air. The sound was garbled and bubbling through the blood which pooled endlessly within Ron's chest. Harry, wanting desperately to look away from the scene but finding himself unable to, thought he could make out something white wriggling angrily within Ron's wound. He watched with horror as a sharp, insect-like leg jutted out, then another, and another, flailing in the air in a frantic attempt to defend itself.

Then it burst out of Ron's chest.

Harry's vision was suddenly obscured as a splattering of red coated his glasses. He quickly shook them off, figuring his own limited vision was preferable to seeing nothing at all. He began to feel Ron's body jerk underneath him and tried to put all his focus into supporting his friend's head, but it was rather difficult with the strange creature rearing before him.

Harry couldn't see it clearly, but he could see enough. It was like a spider and not like a spider at the same time. About half the size of Harry's fist, its body was long, pale and slightly bulbous at the end. Six bony-looking legs that ended in razor-sharp points wriggled helplessly, trying to grasp on to whatever has disturbed it. It must have had a mouth (otherwise how else could it make that awful, ear-piercing sound?) but, for the life of him, Harry couldn't work out where it was.

Snape had gotten the worst of Ron's blood. It had splashed across his face and was dripping into his eyes and mouth. Momentarily blinded, he swore and tried to wipe the worst of it from his face but only succeeded in smearing it further around. Curse broken, and perhaps sensing an easy target, the creature rounded on him.

But Lockhart was too quick for it. Harry watched, amazed, as his normally useless Defence teacher thrust out his arm and batted at the creature. He uttered a pointless 'Shoo!' at it while attempting to push it away. Instead of obliging, it lunged.

Each horrible leg wrapped around Lockhart's forearm, tearing through his fine silk robes with ease. "Now, Severus!" he shouted before his voice dissolved into an agonised scream when the legs pierced his skin and began to disappear underneath.

Snape didn't need to be told twice. A stream of white-hot flames burst out of his wand aimed directly in line with the not-spider that had now fully latched onto Lockhart's arm. It let out a shriek more awful than ever before shrivelling in on itself and falling to the ground with a hollow thud.

Lockhart breathed a sigh of relief. "Thank you, Severus. That was good thinking using a fire-based charm, but if I were you, I would have-"

But Snape wasn't listening. He was crouched over Ron, who thankfully had stopped jerking but was now lying much too still and covered in far too much blood. Snape began muttering yet another spell and trailing his wand over the large gash that was Ron's stomach. Harry marvelled as the blood began to flow back into his friend's body and the wound started to knit itself back together almost instantly.

Harry turned to Lockhart and tried to ask several questions at once. What was that thing? How did it get inside Ron? Is he going to be okay? But it ended up coming out something like, "Wha...howdit...kay?"

"A Scuttler," said Lockhart, apparently getting the gist. He nudged the shrivelled, burnt thing lying on the floor with his foot warily. "They aren't usually found in this country, but then again neither are Acromantula. Your friend here must have disturbed some of their larvae while you were off gallivanting about the forest. So lucky I-" Lockhart coughed when Snape shot him a glare, "-I mean, we were here! A moment longer and it would have reached his heart, and then...well...let's not dwell on that too much now, shall we?"

Harry felt like he was going to be sick.

***

It wasn't long before more help arrived in the form of Professor McGonagall. Who, in turn, arranged for more help to arrive in the form of Madam Pomfrey. By the time the medi-witch arrived Ron, miraculously, was sitting up, groggy and groaning but very much still alive. She still insisted on sending him to St. Mungos for a proper check-up, but that didn't stop Harry grinning from ear to ear.

"Urgh, Harry?" said Ron once he had been bundled onto a gurney.

"Yeah, mate? I'm here."

"Harry. There you are! I had this awful dream...'bout a spider..."

"It wasn't a dream, Ron! Lockhart saved you! And Snape, too!"

Ron laughed, clutched his stomach again the pain of it, then laughed again. "Good one!" he said, trying and failing not to giggle. "Snape and Lockhart! Snockhart!" He kept alternating between laughing and wincing in pain while they wheeled him away.

"Well...that's gratitude for you," said Lockhart.

Snape, who had stood back looking rather shell-shocked the whole time Ron was being checked over, finally spoke. "How did you know what to do?" he asked, touching Lockhart's arm.

Lockhart flushed. "I, uh, came across it once or twice. Did you know I trained as a Healer for a time? You don't forget when one of those comes rushing through the door! I was rather good at it if I do say so myself. No money to be made, sadly. Had to give it up. Now haircare – that's where the money is! As I was telling you-"

"You're bleeding," Snape interrupted.

Lockhart was still covered in so much blood it was difficult to tell which was his, but sure enough when he raised his trembling arm, dark red trickled steadily from his many wounds. "Aaha!" Lockhart exclaimed, slightly manically. "I'd clean forgot! Must be all the adrenaline, you know? Perfectly natural response. Oh dear, I'm starting to feel rather faint..."

Lockhart wobbled unsteadily but Snape caught him just in time.

"We'll go to my office," said Snape. "I have blood replenishing potions. Then we'll see to your arm." Then he added in a slightly lower tone. "And after that...my quarters are close by...you look like you could use a stiff one."

Still with a supporting arm around Lockhart, Snape spun him around and began carefully guiding him in the direction of the dungeons. Lockhart craned his neck to look at something just behind Harry, who turned to see the nymph from earlier had bustled her way into the nearest painting. She stood between a pair of armoured knights who were looking away awkwardly, probably because she was still naked, although somehow still strategically covered with waterlilies. She grinned at Lockhart from behind her sopping wet hair and gave him a thumbs up. One that Harry saw him briefly return.

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fundielicious-simblr · 3 years

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Character Recap! Gen 2

After a good break to sort my life out, I decided that it would be good to do an update on everybody (yup, this is one of those posts) Why, you ask? Because I enjoy driving myself crazy by creating unnecessary amounts of work for myself - but y’all knew that already 😂 Keeping in line with that theme, one night at 4am I decided that I wanted to revamp my character pages (which ended up being my whole Tumblr theme) which would require updated pictures of everybody. I don’t know what possessed me to dredge up my old coding knowledge - if you can even call it knowledge- but I’m still in the process of finishing the character pages for gen 3 because there’s so many of them. 😅

Even though we’re on gen 3 officially, these characters are still mentioned in some parts of the story, and I also find it hard to let go of these since they’re my OG 8, the first sims born in game that I’ve ‘raised’. I’ve only just had the time to sit down and calculate peoples ages, meaning that the first 2 couples should technically still be adults, but I’m not reversing the aging process - we’re too far in 😂

I’ve updated my character’s page for gen 2 (gen 3 is almost done, but this isn’t about them 😂) I decided to add the ‘labels’ for each couples (where they fall on the fundie scale) because then it would align with what I do for gen 3′s character pages and how I label them. I tried to summarize all the ‘yikes’ bits of the relationships with the bulletpoints to truly highlight the 🥴-iness of it all you know?

Allan & Casandra

Meet Allan (54) and Casandra Collins (51) - Here’s a quick recap of their relationship:

They met at Family Bible Camp at 22 and 18 respectively, and were married 5 months later - both had their first kiss at the altar.

They continued to live as quiverfull fundamentalists after their marriage, subscribing to conservative biblical modesty standards, meaning that Casandra (and their subsequent daughters) wear skirts and dresses. They pledged to allow the Lord to decide their family size which led to 15 children - 13 living and 2 miscarriages.

Allan works as the Head Pastor at Newcrest Baptist Church along with being on the Board of Directors for the Centre For Learning and Life, whilst Casandra homeschools their children still at home and ministers to the women of the church in her duties as the Pastor’s wife. When she’s not doing that she’s visiting her grandchildren that live in town, or traveling to see the children and grandchildren that live elsewhere.

Here they are with all their children:

Back L-R: Adalynn (32), Barrett (31), Macie (31), Zoe (29), Maggie (25), Reece (24), Beckett (23)

Front L-R: Amira (22), Priscilla (20), Annette (20), Allan (54), Casandra (51), Charles (18), Parker (17), Ashton (15)

Branden & Lea

Meet Branden (52) and Lea (50) Collins - A recap of their relationship

They met when Lea’s family visited Newcrest Baptist so her father could give the sermon as the visiting pastor when he was 17 and she was 16, and they were married a year later - they saved their first kiss for their wedding day.

They had trouble having children for the first year and a half of their marriage, eventually having their twin girls Abbey and Brittany (28), their son Tanner (25) joined the family 3 years later.

Branden is now a retired Christian novelist, whose books have been bestsellers and he travels from church to church to run writing seminars for authors who are hoping to make it in the business. Lea stays at home and tends to her garden now that all their children are grown. She started the garden in their time before children and that garden has grown to be a local hit - she’s been selling the honey made by their bees and runs workshops to teach young women how to start their gardens to promote healthy eating. She travels along with Branden when he's teaching somewhere, and if she doesn’t she’s visiting her grandchildren.

Here they are with their children:

Front L-R: Abbey (28), Brittany (28), and Tanner (25)

Claire & Ryan

Meet Claire (51) and Ryan Paulson (55) - Here’s their recap:

They met when Claire travelled with a music group to perform at Ryan’s home church when she was 20 and he was 24, they were engaged 3 months later and married 3 months after that - they too had their first kiss at the altar.

They too pledged to allow the Lord to decide their family size and ended up having 10 children, like their parents they subscribe to conservative biblical modesty standards, meaning that the girls in the family wear skirts and dresses only.

Ryan runs his own IT business whilst Claire is a renowned Christian musician. Despite her immense talent, Claire’s main focus was and still is homeschooling her children and being a keeper of the home. As Ryan is his own boss, he is able to travel with Claire whenever she travels to teach of perform, she’s taught their children (who’ve seemingly inherited her talent) and the family performs at various events.

Here they are with their children:

Back L-R: Carter (30), Valentina (28), Alan (27), Celeste (26), Kristyn (24), Sabrina (24)

Front L-R: Jarrod (20), Zachary (18), Conner (15), Jarrett (15)

Danielle & Sebastian

Meet Danielle (51) and Sebastian (53) Hunt - Here’s a recap of their lives:

They met when he moved to Newcrest for his Veterinary residency and started attending their church, where during their courtship they both realised they had a shared love of nature and animals. 6 months later they were married, at the ages of 28 and 30.

They struggled to have children, and when Danielle did get pregnant 3 years into the marriage they ended up losing that pregnancy in the 3rd trimester - Danielle was pregnant with a baby girl they named Sarah. The next year they got pregnant and had their son James (19), and 4 years later they had their daughter Gabriela (15).

Sebastian runs a Vet Clinic in Brindleton Bay and Danielle stays at home to homeschool Gabriela, she does work at the clinic when she has the time and is responsible for the bookkeeping.

Here’s their family:

Elaine & Taylor

Meet Elaine (48) and Taylor (49) Godwin - Here’s a recap of their lives so far:

They met when Taylor moved to Newcrest to be a commuter into the city for his job as an engineer, and started attending their church. They courted for a year before marrying at the ages of 24 and 25.

They had their daughter Kyra (23) a year into their marriage, followed by twins Rory and Ruby Rae (17) 6 years later, Ava Grace (15) was born 2 years after the twins, and the youngest Amelia (11) was born 4 years after Ava.

Taylor works as a mechanical engineer whilst Elaine uses her teaching degree to homeschool the children and teach at the local homeschool co-op. Elaine wanted her children to have the experience of being taught by more than one person, but wanted control of their curriculum, meaning that the co-op was the best thing for them.

Here’s their family:

Fletcher & Cara

Here’s Fletcher (45) and Cara Collins (44) - Here’s a recap of their lives:

They met at Cara’s university when Fletcher was 22 and Cara was 20 and married 3 years later at the ages of 24 and 23 respectively. They set their own standards and therefore kissed before marriage. 7 years into their marriage they had their only child, a son that names James Lee (14)

Whilst Fletcher was raised in a conservative, fundamentalist household, Cara was raised in a less strict conservative Christian home and they chose to realign with less strict rules for their lives.

Fletcher works as a Sergeant for the Newcrest Police Department and Cara works as a fundraising specialist for the local Conservative party in Newcrest.

Here’s their family:

Grayson and Keira

Meet Grayson (42) and Keira (40) Collins - Here’s a recap of their lives:

They met when Keira moved to Newcrest to work as a Nurse in the pediatrics ward at Newcrest General hospital, Grayson had begun his rotations and they were in the same orientation group. Keira also joined Newcrest Baptist, their relationship blossomed from there and married after dating for a year and a half at the ages of 26 and 24.

They were open to having as many children as the Lord saw fit to provide, and they had their son Matthew (14) 2 years into their marriage, followed by their son Archie (11) 3 years later. There were complications during Archie’s birth that lead to Keira having a partial hysterectomy to save her life, meaning that their family is complete with their 2 boys.

Grayson works as an Obstetrician/Gynaecologist at Newcrest General, and Keira worked as a Nurse until they had their children. They’ve chosen to homeschool their children until high school, after which they enroll them in a private Christian high school. Once Archie the youngest moves into high school, Keira plans to return back to work at the hospital.

Here’s their family:

Harley & Gabriel

Meet Harley (42) and Gabriel (45) Barnard - Here’s a recap of their relationship:

They met at a dinner party in San Myshuno, they became fast friends and started dating a year after they met. They dated for 2 years before getting married at the ages of 28 and 21.

Harley was the first of her female siblings to go to college, she has a 1st class degree in Fine Arts with a focus on Fashion. She’s also the first of her female siblings to work a full time job. After going to college, Harley realised she was more like her older brother Fletcher and his wife in terms of beliefs, so when she married Gabriel they both agreed that in terms of beliefs that they’d attend a conservative non-fundamentalist church in San Myshuno. They both chose not to have children, so they spend time with their nieces and nephews, as well as the children their nieces and nephews.

Gabriel works as the Head Chef of a 5 star restaurant in the city, and Harley is the Editor-in-Chief of the popular fashion magazine ‘Myshuno Madness’

Gen 2 total: 8 sims (16 if you count the spouses)

Aaaand that is the first reintroduction post! Posts will restart after this one, mostly because I need queue some things up before doing the gen 3 posts so that I don’t need to worry about spoilers 😂

#fundie sims #fundiesims #quiverfull sims #quiver full sims #homeschool sims #modest sims #collins family #collins legacy #gen 2 #Allan and Casandra #Branden and Lea #Claire and Ryan #Danielle and Sebastian #Elaine and Taylor #Fletcher and Cara #Grayson and Keira #Harley and Gabriel #post

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The Princess and the Spider - II

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When Maeve woke the second time, she found that she felt somewhat better. She made to stand up but quickly stopped. Not only was she sore, but she was still incredibly naked. She blinked, trying to remember what had happened. She recalled the bear and the cliff but after that there wasn’t much. She thought she vaguely recalled food and a woman. The woman who had saved her. She did her best to take in the rest of her surroundings, but the fire only illuminated so much. A glint caught her eye from the corner. Her armor. The metal ornaments on the leather glittered in the light of the fire and in that moment, Maeve found them infinitely more lovely than the finest gems in her father’s treasury. She did not like being in a strange place with no clothes, especially since the place was a cave. Taking one more glance around, ensuring her “guardian” truly was absent, she dropped the silk and made a beeline for her things.

However, as her fingers gripped the armor, she found something to be deeply wrong. Why were the leather laces on the floor and not attached as they should have been? As she fumbled with the pieces, a frown stealing her face, a voice sounded from the entrance of the cave.

“Princess? Oh good! You’re awake!” Sir’vera exclaimed. Maeve gawked. So the spider hadn’t been a fever dream after all. She did her best to maintain a neutral expression as Sir’vera effortlessly dragged a dead deer behind her. “Look what I got for breakfast! Since you’re still sick I’ll turn it into soup. You’re going to need your strength to get better.” She got to hanging the deer up by the entrance in the cave, tying the hooves with her silk as she spoke. She placed a bucket beneath the head, carving a small gash into the neck so that the blood would drain. When she turned, she seemed to be seeking her approval, nodding her head at the deer.

“That’s a very nice catch.” Maeve said, unsure if that would suffice. Sir’vera beamed.

“Thank you! But this is correct? This is how humans prepare their meat?” Her jeweled eyes stared down expectantly. Maeve felt her brows furrow. Was this not how Sir’vera normally prepared food? Maybe she just swallows the animals whole. Maeve wasn’t sure that she truly wanted to know, so she staved down her curiosity and simply nodded. She had curled in on herself, protecting what modesty she could, but Sir’vera didn’t seem to notice. The four eyes blinked, and her eyebrows furrowed. She scuttled over to Maeve’s makeshift bed and lifted the discarded blanket.

“What are you doing?” The princess asked. The silk was draped around her shoulders and atop her head.

“You must stay warm if you are to get better.” The spider said, a serious tone taking over her normally cheerful voice. She lifted Maeve away from her destroyed armor and plopped her back down on the blankets. “I don’t know very much about your kind, but I know you get sick easy. The widow told me everything I needed to know to save you.”

“The widow?” Maeve asked, pushing the blanket off her face. Her curiosity outweighed her caution as she stared up at Sir’vera expectantly. She nodded.

“Yes! She knows all sorts of things about humans. She was able to fill in some blanks for me. To be honest you’re the first I’ve ever seen up close.” She mused. Maeve took a moment to choose her next words carefully.

“And what do you think of the first human you’ve ever seen?” She asked, as innocuously as possible. To that Sir’vera stilled before turning, a thoughtful look on her face. She came closer, the fur on her leg nearly brushing Maeve’s face as the spider stared her down. Glaring at the wicked talons on her fingers Maeve sat as still as possible as Sir’vera inspected her face. She felt a sharp nail trail down her cheek, beneath her eye, and then her throat. It seemed that spiders didn’t quite understand personal space. Maeve choked down her pride, not sure she wanted to risk offending her hostess.

“You’re very pretty.” She said. “You’re not very strong. Frankly, you are incredibly fragile. Honestly, I’m unsure as to how you ended up among the ruling species.” Sir’vera’s eyebrows furrowed. “And I only just now realize that’s likely incredibly rude.”

“Very,” Maeve couldn’t help but remark, “But I think I understand why you might think that.” Sir’vera had the good graces to look embarrassed. At least, Maeve thought that was embarrassment. It was surprisingly difficult to read four eyes instead of two.

“Well then you can say a rude thing to me in recompense?” What should have been a statement came out as a question. Maeve wasn’t stupid. As the fire beside her roared and Sir’vera settled on her massive abdomen the princess tried to think of the best way to take advantage of the opportunity that had just been granted to her.

“I have no idea how to ask without sounding rude, so I supposed this is the time.” She remarked wryly. “What, exactly, are you?” And are you going to eat me? To her relief, Sir’vera laughed.

“I was wondering when that question would come. I’m just me.” She grinned.

“You…don’t know?” Maeve asked, unable to help herself. How could she not know what she was? Was she the only one of her kind? She’d said she had a mother, but Maeve noticed the distinct lack of a second spider-woman. Sir’vera’s smile took on a smug tone.

“It’s not that I don’t know, it’s that the name we have for ourselves doesn’t translate very easily. I suppose you would call us spider-folk.” Her voice was gentle. Maeve hadn’t offended her. While she didn’t necessarily let her guard down, she was able to let herself physically relax for just a moment. She was so sore. Sir’vera spoke again, coaxing her with the promise of more answers to any questions she might have.

Well I suppose this is the moment of truth. She thought.

“Are you going to hurt me?” Maeve asked, her voice so soft she momentarily wondered if Sir’vera heard her. The wounded expression on the spider’s face told the princess she had.

“No. Of course not. Why would you think that?” She asked.

“You’re clearly a predator of high caliber.” Maeve placated. “You made a point of telling me how fragile I am. I just needed to make sure, I suppose.”

Sir’vera blinked at her placidly. It seemed that Maeve’s attempt at flattery hadn’t done much. The spider stood, turning her back on the princess. Maeve could see as a pair of smaller legs, almost like knitting needles, pulled silk from the spinnerets.

“I know I must look frightening to you, all things considered.” She stated. “But I promise, I don’t make it a point to hurt people. Not even humans.”

With that, Sir’vera fell into silence. Despite Maeve’s attempts, the spider refused to say anything more as she wove her silk into something of use. Maeve sighed, staring at the cave entrance. The stag’s dead eyes stared back.

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Sir’vera wasn’t surprised to hear the gentle snoring. Maeve had fallen back asleep, likely a good thing, but she was still hurt. She supposed her wording was less than tactful, but still. It was a good thing that the princess had introduced herself as such.

At least I didn’t have to ask if she was female. She thought. That likely would have brought on a whole other onslaught of misunderstandings.

Sir’vera picked and pulled at the thread. Sometimes she had to whittle down the silk into smaller strands, being too thick for what she wanted. Right now, blankets for Cora and Tyrath were priority. They’d be showing up any day now and she was behind enough on the favor as is.

She wove the thread into textile, creating a large duvet in only a matter of hours. She tended to get lost in her weaving when she was upset. Was she right to be upset? She wasn’t sure. As she searched her drawer for the cotton to stuff it with, she faintly registered a small shape lowering itself from the ceiling. The widow again.

“So, what’s got you in a tizzy?” She asked, “My new husband was concerned but I needed him to catch dinner. What’s wrong?”

“The princess hurt my feelings.” She confessed. “I don’t think I’m scary! In fact, mother always told me I was the least frightening of my siblings, far too friendly and soft for my own good. Was she right?”

“Perhaps,” the widow responded, waving a leg, “but try and see things from the human’s perspective. She doesn’t know you, and it’s obvious how different you are from one another. She was brought here by an angry bear and an angrier ocean. Be patient with her. She’s feeling immensely vulnerable right now. Don’t be upset with her for protecting herself.”

Sir’vera nodded, watching as the widow returned to her web. She berated herself as she finally allowed herself to look back at the sleeping figure by the fire. The widow was right. Maeve just needed time to heal up and get to know her better. That was all. She had been wrong to be offended. That’s what she told herself as she righted the misplaced hairs on Maeve’s forehead, placing them neatly back into the braids she’d woven.

That was when a terrible stench took her nose, the water droplets on Maeve’s forehead telling her exactly what it was. Yes, the human princess was pretty. Capable of hurting Sir’vera’s feelings after a mere day of shared space. However, that didn’t mean the princess didn’t stink to high heaven.

It was unlikely that she’d bathed since her trip into the ocean. If that could even be considered a bath. Scrunching up her nose Sir’vera backed away, realizing she had been negligent once again. Shame welled up in her stomach. She’d been messing this up from the moment she plucked Maeve from the water. First with the food and water, and now with the bathing requirements.

She wondered at what to do. She doubted that Maeve would appreciate being unceremoniously dumped into the water, but she was also hesitant to wake her up. After the fall she’d had she needed rest to fully recover. That was when something caught her attention from the corner of her eye. The deer. She’d completely forgotten about the deer, and the blood had overflowed out of the bucket she’d placed. Four of the carpets she had so painstakingly woven were irreversibly stained a hideous shade of rusted brown.

Sir’vera had to fight down the tears that were welling up in her eyes. This was such a disaster. Why had she even saved the human in the first place? She wiped at her face, careful not to nick her own skin with her claws.

No, she thought, no I will not cry. It’s not Maeve’s fault and it’s not my fault either. I’ve never tried to prepare a deer this way before, it’s fine that there was an accident. And it was. Sir’vera had inspected the mess, telling herself to calm down as she observed the bloodstained illustrations. Just like that, she felt the welling tears diminish. She plucked one off the ground and held it up, blinking as she processed what she was seeing. It gave her an idea. Instead of disposing of the squares, she folded them up neatly. Finally, there was a purpose for that empty table just opposite the brazier.

Yes, everything would be fine. That’s what she told herself as she took the mop from the little closet she’d carved into the rock. She’d get this blood cleaned up and butcher the meat. The widow had told her what parts of the deer humans liked to eat. She’d be fine to save the rest for herself. Besides, it would probably be better to get Maeve to eat before bathing. And so, with an actual plan in mind, Sir’vera got to work. Carefully she sliced through the hide with her talons. Everything would be fine.

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The third time Maeve awoke was probably the best. Where Sir’vera had been undoubtedly shunning her before, now she was smiling. She was standing next to the fire, a large cauldron sitting within the embers. As Maeve sat up, just as sore as before, she realized that Sir’vera was very studiously stirring a batch of soup. It didn’t smell quite like what the spider had made for her before, but it certainly wasn’t unappetizing. As Maeve looked to the spider questioningly, she smiled.

“Good morning,” Sir’vera greeted. “You were asleep most of the afternoon. It’s just about nightfall. If you feel up to it, you can have a bath after we eat.”

“You eat soup?” Maeve asked, startled. She immediately wanted to kick herself. It seemed that Sir’vera had finally gotten herself back into a good mood. Now Maeve just had to spoil it first thing. Why was she so worried about the spider’s feelings anyway? But Sir’vera didn’t pout, instead she laughed.

“Oh, don’t worry. I don’t know if you’ve noticed but I do have some human characteristics. Soup agrees with me just fine.” She assured. “I have a cookbook that some friends of mine traded for a set of blankets. It’s come in quite handy over the years.”

Maeve, unsure what to say, remained silent as Sir’vera ladled a steaming spoon of soup into a bowl. She offered it up, smiling expectantly. Maeve took it. To her delight, it was just as delicious as the first bowl Sir’vera had given her. She gently sipped at the broth, studying Sir’vera carefully. Her safety had been assured, but then Sir’vera could have been lying. But if she’d been lying, then why bother to keep her alive for so long?

The simple truth was that Maeve would have to trust the spider for as long as she was still healing. She would need time before making her way back to the castle. She frowned at the thought. Did she really want to go back? Perhaps Sir’vera’s lair would make a nice hiding spot while she decided. Sir’vera seemed to notice.

“You look upset. Is the soup not good?” Her voice was too calm, too polite. Maeve might have only known her for a day but Sir’vera had not been shy with her personality. In fact, this was something she’d seen in several people, mostly servants, and it made her sad. She was bracing herself for Maeve to say something cruel. The princess shook her head violently, almost instantly regretting it as the dizziness set in.

“No, no not at all. The soup is wonderful. I was just thinking about something is all.” She assured. Sir’vera visibly relaxed, her face growing inquisitive as the impassive façade faded. She took a few sips from her own bowl before glancing back over.

“May I ask what you were thinking about?” Her voice was tentative. Maeve shook her head.

“It’s nothing worth talking about. It’s just…” Maeve couldn’t think of a word, so she made do with the most disgusted sound she could make. She took a deep breath and immediately scrunched her nose. Beneath the smell of soup, something icky lurked. What was it? As she inspected her surroundings, she realized it was coming from her blankets. The smell of sweat permeated the air and she felt her face grow pink.

Her. The nasty smell was coming from her. She sighed, placing her face into her hand. Sir’vera started, a panicked look crossing her face. Maeve shook her head and waved her off. Sir’vera settled but she still looked concerned.

“What is it?” She asked softly, her delicate fangs glinting in the firelight as she spoke.

“Well, can I take that offer of a bath once dinner is finished?” She asked, averting her gaze as she stared into her bowl. She was sore, hungry, thirsty, and now sick and sweaty. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d felt so disgusting. All she wanted was to wash up, put on a fresh chemise, and sleep for a thousand years. At least, that was how she felt about it in that very moment. She could hear the humor in Sir’vera’s voice when she spoke.

“Of course. There’s an underground hot spring just through that corridor there.” She gestured and Maeve balked. Indeed, there was a large passageway, just beside a stack of shelves. The opening was pitch black, and it was something that Maeve would avoid with a healthy amount of respect had she been alone. She could feel the distress physically wring her stomach. She hadn’t noticed the corridor there the first time she’d awoken, or even the second. Had she really been in such a bad way that she’d been completely oblivious to the gaping opening before her? The potential danger? Sir’vera took the bowl and helped her to stand, letting the blankets fall away. When Maeve went to protest Sir’vera shrugged.

“We both have the same parts. Well, the same human parts. Nothing to be worried about.” She smiled. Maeve supposed it was true. Though she couldn’t necessarily see the tips of Sir’vera’s breasts, all it would take was a misplaced lock of hair for that to change. At this point, did modesty really matter? Maeve decided it didn’t, so with as much grace as she could muster, she let the spider guide her down the hallway, stark naked.

Nude or clothed, she was still the princess.

The hallway was dark, and as each step left her legs aching just that much more Maeve forced herself to persevere. She could faintly feel steam hitting her face, and that was when she realized something vital. Sir’vera could see in the dark much better than she could. She was about to voice her concerns when sparks caught the corner of her eye. Sir’vera had lit a torch, and even in the dimness of the light Maeve couldn’t help but gasp.

The spring itself was exactly that. A spring. There was a small opening to let out steam and torch smoke, but that wasn’t what had her gasping. As Sir’vera rounded the room, lighting more and more torches, the ceiling began to glow. Maeve wasn’t sure what manner of gem they were, but crystals reflected the light across each other and back down. Three torches had rendered the room as bright as day. She turned to Sir’vera, astounded. She didn’t even have to ask.

“Spider crystals.” She stated easily. “They come from hardened spider silk.” Maeve whirled, a thousand questions on her lips when Sir’vera waved her off. “Not now. You need to bathe. I didn’t want to be rude but, you do smell quite bad.” She winced sympathetically. Maeve couldn’t help it. She rolled her eyes.

“Stench is unfortunately something no one can avoid, not even royalty.” She drawled, grumpily taking a step into the spring with Sir’vera’s help.

Maeve hadn’t realized just how cold she’d been. Despite the sweat and the blankets and the fire, the water had her shivering. Not because it was chilly, the spring was quite warm indeed. It made her notice the cold that sat in her skin, all the way down to her bones. Her feet were finally warming up, and as the water ate away at the cold that even fire couldn’t conquer, she could feel herself sighing. Her muscles relaxed, the soreness fading just enough for her to notice. She faintly registered the sound of Sir’vera’s steps, and lazily watched as she crossed the small pathway to a cupboard.

Maeve wondered if her senses had suffered in the fall. First the entryway and now this. She wasn’t usually so oblivious as to overlook something as obvious as the wooden vanity set in the far corner of the room. Sir’vera was clearly looking for something, digging around in drawers that wouldn’t quite close and cabinets with slightly uneven handles. Maeve wasn’t exceptionally alarmed, however, until Sir’vera got into the water herself.

“What are you–?” Maeve was interrupted by a simple raised eyebrow.

“I don’t sweat as much as you do, but I could also use a bath. I see no reason why we can’t use the hot spring together.” Her voice was stern, clearly unwilling to accept any argument. It was a small thing to sacrifice, Maeve decided. It wasn’t as though she were a man.

The princess told herself that the blush was the result of the steam.

Sir’vera handed her a bar. When Maeve inspected it further, she found it smelled like flowers. She glanced over to the side shyly before covertly trying to wash underneath her arms, where the smell had been worst. She hated smelling bad, more than she realized as she washed herself with a stranger sitting in the bath just next to her.

“I was thinking about what you said earlier,” Sir’vera’s voice was soft as she casually ran the bar of soap down her arm, “and I realize I was being unfair.”

“How so?” Maeve asked, appropriately startled.

“You don’t know me, and you are correct. I am technically a predator, though I don’t really think of myself in those terms.” Her voice was firmer than it had been thus far. “You’re hurt and with someone you don’t know. I shouldn’t have been so insensitive. I apologize.”

When Sir’vera turned to look at her, Maeve found that she believed the spider whole-heartedly. Her hair pooled around her guilty face, and Maeve’s response was near automatic.

“It’s okay Sir’vera, I forgive you. I should also apologize. I was very quick to judge. It was unkind of me as well.” She said softly. Sir’vera seemed to brighten.

“Does that mean we can be friends?” She asked, almost over-eager.

Maeve though she was beginning to understand Sir’vera a bit better. She had been isolated for so long, and though she was certainly not human she clearly shared certain traits with them. She’d wager that Sir’vera was immensely lonely, and though Maeve was injured and healing she was still someone for Sir’vera to talk to. Maeve nodded.

“Yes, we can be friends.”

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The search party had found something. In fact, they’d found it nearly an hour ago. They were just trying to figure out who was going to go and tell the king. The tracks didn’t lie, and the tracks told a tragic story indeed.

The rain had washed away much of this story, the single stroke of lightning above mocking them. The bear’s pawprint had hardened in the mud, the one clear track on top of the princesses much less noticeable ones. They followed near the exact same trail, and though it vanished once it hit the grasses it was obvious what had transpired. There were no remains, no blood or clothes, so they didn’t think the bear had eaten her. But then, even a bear would not be so foolish as to chase her over a cliff.

A short distance away from the troubled party, Prince Theron stared out across the field, wondering just what he should do about this if anything. He hadn’t necessarily wanted to have this princess’s hand in marriage. He didn’t know her, but that most certainly didn’t mean he wished death upon her. It was tragic indeed, because according to his spy’s reports she had felt much the same. She had stormed off to go on a hunting trip after her father had told her the news, never to be seen again. He felt the slightest bit sad for her. If only he’d known. If only she’d known. They’d have been able to talk at their scheduled courting dates. They could have figured something else out. They both would have had their happy endings.

But alas, happy endings didn’t exist. As the prince turned his attention back to the darkening woods, he found himself sighing. It was a nice thought, but this was real life. That was why this poor princess, only but twenty, had ended up hurling herself off a cliff instead of surviving her fit of anger and returning home with a level head. Life was cruel, nature more so.

The prince set off with his horse, the faintest twinge of guilt thrumming in his stomach. He was almost relieved. He wouldn’t be getting married anytime soon, but that poor princess at the bottom of the ocean? She wouldn’t get married ever.

#exophilia #monster girlfriend #monster x reader #wlw #drider #how tf do tags work #monster boyfriend

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HPHM Patronus Headcanons

We all have one, and we all have ideas for what the characters would have. Let me know what you guys think too! Rakepick isn’t listed because we already know her Patronus, and I’m probably going to talk about OCs in a different post, or else I’ll add them later once I’ve finally made up my mind.

Rowan Khanna - Aardvark

I’m not the only one who sees it, right? Our wonderful Rowan is quirky and inventive and if they were a wild animal, they’d employ such brilliance and like the aardvark, devise a unique way to catch their food. On a more somber note, Aardvarks are nocturnal and they aren’t pack animals - making them a good symbol for a kid who preferred to stay inside and read rather than help with the farm, a kid who really didn’t have that many friends beyond the people they knew by association to MC. Still, aardvarks are weirdly adorable and if you tell me you wouldn’t pet one, you would be a liar.

Ben Copper - Field Mouse

A small creature that is able and hide very easily, definitely suits a character who was, for such a long time, very timid. A character who knew how to cover his tracks - whether or not he was using such abilities for shady reasons. Mice normally symbolize innocence and modesty, but they’ve also been seen as unlucky before. In more traditional times they were seen as symbols of dark magic, or even the underworld - since they could often carry disease, were hard to capture, and usually came from the ground. Mice do have that dark side, and so does Ben - we’ve seen it in Year Six, and he’s definitely still hiding something. That was never really resolved.

Penny Haywood - Mourning Dove

This one is pretty easy. Doves have always been seen as a fundamental symbol of innocence. A messenger that comes to banish worried or troubled thoughts, and usher in goodness in their wake. Penny is nothing if not a force for good. Characters like Merula have even lamp-shaded how irritating it is. However, the Mourning Dove in particular is known for it’s melancholy call, invoking the symbolism of losing a loved one. Between Scarlett and Beatrice, Penny has demonstrated that however helpful she is to her friends, she doesn’t know how to deal with her own serious problems. She’s a hopeful, caring person...but there’s a distinct sadness blended in as well. When someone innocent is hurt, the pain is that much worse for them.

Beatrice Haywood - Chameleon

Beatrice seems to be a person that absorbs a lot from the people she looks up to or associates with. Not just in personality, but in physical appearance too. In Year Five, by her own admission, she was a “Mini Penny” and in Year Six, she takes after Ismelda quite a bit. Chameleons are of course, known for their ability to blend in with their surroundings. It’s their claim to fame. What’s more, the Labord’s Chameleon hatches after the parents have already died, meaning they have to make it without any support from the grownups. Not that Beatrice doesn’t have support, but...the teachers/staff have failed to protect her in the past, and she’s well aware of that.

Merula Snyde - Cat

Oh, she is such a cat. Few characters come close to being as cat-like as Merula. From her haughty and arrogant nature tying in to how people often see felines, to her actually being very lonely and desperate for love. If you’ve never had a cat, then believe me, they want your attention - it’s just that most of the time they refuse to admit it. Merula is the same way. Because of her upbringing, she seems to gravitate toward being a predator animal, or at least wanting to be one. But also the kind of predator that would play with it’s food and make a game out of it. Think of it this way - given Merula’s background, she wouldn’t know what a laser pointer is. And with her stand-offish personality, she would totally try to investigate it like a little cat.

Bill Weasley - Koala

The Koala Totem is said to symbolize a gentle nature, and give a calming effect on people. Bill isn’t just the oldest brother to all the Weasleys - he looks out for everyone in the Cursed Vault gang. In general, Koalas are social and easy-going animals who have been known to represent kindness and family. They’re also known for being inactive - which I wouldn’t say that Bill is, but despite his Big-Bro energy, he never really tries to stop MC and their friends when they’re getting into mischief. He didn’t stop Harry from trying to make a deal with Griphook either. He just kinda lets people do their own thing most of the time, or comes along if he’s invited.

Charlie Weasley - Dragon

What can I say? I couldn’t resist. Sure, it may be unlikely that he would actually have a Dragon for a Patronus, but we do know that such a form is possible. Just very rare. Well you know what? This wonderful cinnamon roll has earned it. Doesn’t mean he would summon a full-grown dragon on his first attempt though.There’s a head-canon I’ve seen that I really like, which says that Animagus/Patronus forms can sometimes start as babies, and “grow” the better at them you get. Alternatively, his Patronus could literally just be a baby dragon. As for the breed, I’ll leave that open to interpretation, but I’m gonna say Norwegian Ridgeback.

Skye Parkin - Hyena

Frequently scavengers, and often seen as cowardly - Hyenas are still vicious and are typically able to claim the kill. Sometimes even driving off larger predators and stealing their hard earned prey. Which is exactly the kind of dishonorable thing Skye would do. She seems to believe strongly in her “pack” or her team, and depend on them to have her back even when she’s getting into nonsense. Traditionally, the Hyena is also seen as secular, with it’s constant laugh being an act of defiance. Skye is a cheerful person most of the time...but she has shown that she has little regard for rules or authority figures that are not her Dad.

Murphy Mcnully - Bottle-nose Dolphin

Dolphins are interesting. They have a reputation for being very sweet and excitable, but they can often be...shall we say, rude or invasive. I love Murphy to bits, but he doesn’t always know how to read a room, and he’s entirely open about his bias toward MC’s team - even more-so than Lee Jordan. That being said, Dolphins are social, playful, and intelligent creatures. With unusual abilities like echolocation, they certainly match Murphy in his quirky brilliance. They’re caring, helpful creatures that will actually aid other animals in need, including humans. Even though Murphy isn’t actually a player on MC’s Quidditch team, he might as well be.

Orion Amari - Elephant

Orion is such a wonderful character. He might be an oddball, but he’s truly wise beyond his years. Elephants not only represent wisdom, but have been known to symbolize loyalty, sensitivity, peace, stability...all the great qualities that Orion embodies. They’re known for taking care of the herd, just as Orion looks after his team. They might be a little quirky, with their large ears and trunks that most other animals don’t have...but Orion is quirky as well. Some say that with their trunks down, Elephants are accumulating positive energy to push through their trials, which takes me back to the scene where Orion gives MC Quidditch robes. I cry every time.

Erika Rath - Lion

To be clear, a male lion. I know that a lioness can be interpreted differently, and we already have a character with that Patronus. No, Erika is a pack leader. Even if she’s not the Captain of her team, they seem to depend very heavily on her. She’s also ferocious. I mean, tell me with a straight face that you could take her in a fight, or that you’d ever want to. A full grown male lion lives by the code that ass-kicking equals authority, even if they don’t want to. Furthermore, the Lion and the Hyena tend to be natural enemies. Sure, a lion could take a hyena in a one-on-one fight...but what if the Hyena had it’s pack for backup? We’ve all seen Lion King...and we’ve seen how Skye has targeted Erika.

Barnaby Lee - Brown Bear

Barnaby is a man of brawn, not brain, and that’s totally fine because is also a man of heart. He’s already pretty much a bear in human form. Ranging from sweet and dopey in modern media, like Winnie the Pooh, to being seen as warriors and symbols of courage in mythology- the Brown Bear captures all of the very best parts of our favorite Slytherin cinnamon roll. He’s a gentle giant, but as we see in Year Three, he’ll jump into action to protect those he cares about the same way coming near a mama bear’s cubs will act as her berserk button. I would say the Bear really symbolizes his character arc in Year Three.

Andre Egwu - Satin Bowerbird

This is still my favorite head-canon about Andre and you can pry it from my cold dead hands. The bowerbird, aside from being a bird and thus connecting to Quidditch - is a creature named for the “Bower” that the males build. A structure that can be made of anything from sticks to flowers to random human garbage, that they create specifically to show off to potential mates. It’s not a nest, and they don’t use it as one. It’s exclusively for mating. The Bowerbird has a sense of fashion, and it understands how to score a date. Tell me this isn’t Andre’s favorite animal. I mean it could also be the Peacock, but that’s just too obvious.

Tulip Karasu - Jackal

I can’t believe I didn’t see it before, but this animal is perfect for the rebellious Ravenclaw. Let’s start with the fact that in the bible, Jackals represent isolation, loneliness, and abandonment. It’s okay Tulip, I’m sure she’ll forgive you one day. Then there’s the fact that they howl to establish territory, not unlike the way Tulip guards her findings with little padlocks. They’re usually seen as opportunistic, to the point where calling someone a jackal tends to them being collaborator with a sneaky or mischievous agenda. In folktales, they’re depicted as intelligent and cunning pranksters - which is just checkmate, if you ask me. Even the Jackal’s coloring kinda suits her.

Ismelda Murk - Anaconda

Like the Snake, and the Hogwarts House that carries it as an emblem, Ismelda is a misunderstood person - but that doesn’t mean she isn’t dangerous. Much like how there are stories of Anacondas eating people, that have never been verified...Ismelda talks a big game, but has never actually used the Dark Arts. A snake sheds it’s skin, just as Ismelda seems to have shed any connection to her sister, or even the rest of her family. In particular, the Anaconda is actually beloved by cultures in South America, and it was once common to sacrifice one in the name of a happy marriage...of course, that’s a pretty raw deal for the Anaconda, and I can’t help but see Ismelda as a sacrifice for the sake of her sister.

Liz Tuttle - Tortoise

As fun as it might have been to just choose a lizard and be done with it, I think a Tortoise represents Liz far better. In so many ways, it’s the ultimate symbol of patience, endurance, and persistence. If Ismelda meets all the criteria of the Slytherin stereotype - Liz is the opposite. She’s one of the most resilient characters, having to work against people thinking she’s odd, people not trusting her because she’s in Slytherin, and people generally being at odds with her belief that all creatures deserve protection. It’s not only the Hufflepuffs that care for magical critters, and Liz proves that. The Tortoise represents her decency, and her steadfast attitude. What’s more, Tortoises tend to have very long lifespans. And if Liz can face off against chimeras and come out of it unscathed...she’s gonna live a long, long life.

Talbott Winger - Golden Eagle

I doubt I need to explain this one. In the past, Animagi have been show to transform into the same animal as their Patronus. It hasn’t been confirmed that this is a rule or anything, but it applied to James and McGonagall. Besides, an eagle just suits Talbott. He’s a dreamer, a drifter, and he’s got his head in the clouds. But he also knows how to fight - having been forced to leave the nest far too early. Birds of prey generally represent victory, courage, and overcoming adversity. Which Talbott does - he’s learning to let his walls down. Taking the first steps toward accepting the losses that he’s suffered, and moving on.

Chiara Lobosca - Labrador

Supposedly cats, dogs, and birds are the most common animals to have as a Patronus. Which makes sense, but if anyone out there was truly a dog, it would be Chiara. Between her self-sacrificing loyalty to Remus, to her protective instincts in shielding MC from Greyback, she is the physical embodiment of the “we don’t deserve dogs” sentiment. As sweet as she is, she’s also quiet, so I figured a large dog was more appropriate, especially a Lab. What’s more, she’s interested in Healing, and that reminds me of service dogs. Or even just dogs that can sense when their human is sick, and gives them therapeutic cuddles.

Jae Kim - Raccoon

An inventive, practical animal - the Raccoon is known for having paws with defined fingers that allow them to do most things with their “hands” and that’s actually where the word “raccoon” comes from. I feel like the Racoon’s elusive ways and their nature as scavengers pretty closely reflects Jae and his business. Raccoons are frequently associated with adaptability and illusion. Their ringed tails and masked faces being seen as signs of thievery. But you know what? These animals are far more friendly then media would have you assume. I know from personal experience. So I think a character like Jae who is shady and skirts the law, but is ultimately a good guy, would fit the raccoon well.

Badeea Ali - Owl

Despite the magical community’s affinity for them, Owls are said to be highly rare as Patronuses, according to Pottermore. Most people don’t have them, but I think she would. I don’t think it would suit anyone better than the elusive, creative Badeea. They tend to represent wisdom, good judgment, and knowledge. It’s sharp vision representing insight and observational skills. Only a truly clever witch could be a spell inventor at this age. What’s more, Owls are an integral part of the Wizarding lifestyle. They’re constantly helpful. MC would not have survived the nightmare that was the Peeves Chapters in Year Five if not for their most mystical friend.

Diego Caplan - Grebe

If you know anything about Grebes as birds, then you might not be too surprised. Then again, I hadn’t even heard of them until recently, but when I did I thought “Diego.” They’re waterfowls that are related to flamingos. But the Grebes have an entire ceremony dedicated to mating, which involves intricate dancing. They compete with each other for a female’s attention. I’m not saying Diego is jealous of Cedric cause he has a thing for Penny - all I’m saying is that Diego is jealous of Cedric because he has a thing for Penny. Beyond that, Grebes symbolize fearlessness and perseverance in Native American culture, supposedly bringing a calm, peaceful presence.

And that’s it! I did it, I actually did it! I didn’t think I’d make it this far. And if you did as well, thanks for checking it out. I’d love to know what you think!

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How the holy Tradition of Sibling marriages among Fire Nation royal family came to end

Part 5

It was said that the brother ruled the humans and sister ruled the minor spirits and major Gods to keep them happy and calm. if spirits were enraged the nation will suffer. A brother took the throne and his sister would become the Head Sage of the major shrines.

A great tradition still upheld in Grand Shrine of The Sun in Caldera and The Shrine of The Moon in Gangnam which is to know occupied by the rival kingdoms. That whenever a Fire Lord was crowned and if he had a his sister who was in default would become the Head Sage of those shrines will crowned him as Fire Lord after then on that day he joins in a the rite in the shrine with his sister and offer two robes on her with a hairpin then at night he would sneak in the shrine's inside sancturiam where his sister was awaiting for him she showed his face with the sacred mirror reflect it with Moon's light towards him. He would sets the ring which was created and sanctified by shrine maidens and his sister on fire as she would search his inner fire in the ring if she was successful she would have merge with her own and embraced her brother now Lord tightly as if she clunges the him for her whole life after that both made prostrations to each other and she would serve him a small cup of buffalo milk by merging their inner fires they made a unbreakable bond for life till death. Next day at dawn the sage attached to the shrine starts to conduct marriage rites her sister now wife dressed in pure white or red veiling her face ready to join herself with him till death. This ceremony took a whole week and both of them underwent purification and fasted for full a week in water. What a marvellous tradition that was his Grandfather Ojin shared him his father's stories with his Mother. For that reason female members of the family were in the line for Dragon throne. The line would have been be in safe hands if a son was absent daughters will inherit it without making blood impure otherwise the royal family would have die out of thin air within days.

The Fire Lord reduced to sick person because he can't see or make his own people to support this Holy Tradition. His health deteriorated and remained in his chambers for weeks. Prince Saga was seething he couldn't understand how could his people do this.

After victory of Kong's followers Head Sage Ennin did what he promised even though his heart was not willing to he installed a stone block with a Inscription

inside the temple's outer sanctum under the scrutiny of Sage Seong Lee. People cheered and celebrated this day as a festival. Lanterns, wooden tablets, auspicious flowers and prayer flags everywhere some Governers even made statues of Seong Lee honouring him and his victory over tyrannical Fire Lords.

Daigo's youngest son returned after a successful campaign conquering three provinces of one of the rival kingdoms within 14 days but when returned to the Palace all he found is sadness his mother informed him everything of what happened. His all excitement was washed out and sadness came in his heart by looking his Father's condition tears prickled. For what crimes and transgression they did that they were suffering like this.

A meeting was set up by both of the parties to come up with a agreement. His only remaining brother, his ministers and Sage Eninn visited in the Office of Popular Affairs. His wife visited it in segregation. Demands were laid down.

1. It was decided that the Royal who committed Sibling marriage and who arranged it will be prosecuted and punished according to the incest laws in the Fire Nation in a lower degree. Which ment banishment out of nation and strip all of his and her titles, claims even property they got or accumulated.

2. Ban and burn all the literature, poems, stories, essays and songs which contained incestuous romance among siblings in the Royal Family. Even if they were written by former members, Princesses and Ladies and Widows of previous Lords because it promoted cultural degradation among the citizens.

3. Proper revision of the Scriptures and Religious Literature by committee set by them and remove the corruption out of it as they were from long time being misused and added to by the theologians to match the wants and fancies of the Fire Lords.

4. Prohibition of Woman to become Fire Sages of Four Major Shrines across the Fire Nation (Only one which was under us) by the Religious Authority.

5. Denounce the previous Fire Lords and stop honouring their memory and venerating them in rituals and rites because they committed this barbaric pratice. Stop giving Sacrifices to them.

After the Demands were made the delegation returned to the Palace with a bamboo slips of Agreement. They Informed the Fire Lord and the Crown Prince everything. He was enraged with the 5th demand he stormed off the Palace without heed Avatar's pleas and wails of his wife. He came to the major town square in the Capital. He burned down the Community hall and shouted ' Woe to you Oh! my people. We served you, raised you, protect you nourish your children. If it was not us you all would have been perished by our crooked neighbours. How could all disobey Agni's Order and dared to bring this dangerous innovation. Betraying your ancestors out of your hight of arrogance therefore I curse you that you all even your children and their generations will be despised by the other nations. Even woman and children of other nations will call you monsters and you will drink blood and eat flesh of even own fellow family members." By proclaiming this curse the sky was darkened by heavy clouds, lightning striked as if God of Lightning will destroy the Capital in Fire. Avatar Ku Tei arrived in the situation and request his friend to calm down. Huge chunk of people surrounding them who still loved their Lord as Father hurried to him and ask for repentance. Men and Woman of every class with their children cried, prostrated. Meanwile two Air Nomads made a way and request him to forgive these people at least. Daigo forgived them the people then paid their respects and hailed his name but still a huge amount of people just watched and taunted the others for their foolishness. Finally Prince Saga arrived with a huge contingent of Royal Guards and escorted the Fire Lord and the Avatar back to Palace. The Fire Lord request those Air Nomads welcome them as guests they decline it as his nation was home to them still he insisted they reluctantly agreed.

The Fate was decided then the Fire Lord with heavy heart signed the Agreement with his royal seal with given to Head Sage and he announced it to the Public. The infamous Sage Seong Lee demanded the Agreement to keep it with him but Ennin denied and he kept the Agreement in Library of the Palace. After 2 days the Fire Lord was in deathbed with his whole family with the Avatar in attendance. His wife cried near his bedside, his brother was silent in a corner still tears came on his eyes. His two abled sons with Crown Prince took his hand with a determined look. The Fire Lord said his words which figured out a horrified revelation.

"I saw four fires burning bright in a void sky of dark blue. Suddenly one fire snuff out I saw a vision were my people stopped giving Sacrifices to their ancestors and the Gods. Altars in the Shrines and Temples became empty"

"Another fire was snuff out I saw our nation enjoying the zenith of the civilization against others. We are most richest and technologically advanced nation in the world but what terrified me that people's started to become cold-hearted, distorted their minds and hearts. Anger and rage started to full their firebending. They lacked restraint and modesty."

"Another fire snuff out and the vision I saw" he looked at the Avatar " What I was worring about my people became for what I cursed them to be.... raging war destroying the world! Out of insane greed and I couldn't bear it that monster will be the reason. He would dare to order to kill the offsprings of The Dragons our Gods!!! If I have him I will strangle him with my own hands!!!"

Prince Saga in calm voice spoke "I will haunt in his memories and If I survive I would burn that man every day on account he dared to this transgression. I couldn't believe we will be reduced to this stage"

"Control yourself My Lord" Her wife chirped. The Fire Lord then was asked by younger son that who is the man you are talking about taking his life. He said don't now his name but he will be of our blood. Everyone was shocked Prince Saga trembled. Fire Lord continued he with his all strength ask forgiveness to the Avatar for his family's sins in Future. The Avatar reassured him don't worry about it will never happen. Then Finally he spoke his last words.

" My sons the last and Fourth fire didn't snuff out but became dimmer and dimmer and became just a tiny spark on fingertips I tried to protect it but failed but I saw vision after that I saw a boy and girl. The boy will grew up and have a scar in a face and the Girl will conjure Blue flames! Yes it has not see till 200 years ago when Fire Lord Le Bang did it at the age of 32. She will do it at age of 13. As if Dragon of Fire itself incarnated inside the girl. The Boy will return the traditions of ancestors back to the Fire Nation. Oh! My sons ruled this nation benevolently and unite it before this omen falls upon us. The each fire represented 100 years and three went out which means you only have 300 years of peace instruct your sons and daughters with the wisdom and knowledge which I gave to you and first and foremost teach them to be patient and modest.'

With these final words Fire Lord Daigo left the world in Grief. Next day was announced mourning for the period of 27 years for citizens. The Lord was cremated and Prince Saga was crowned by Head Sage. As a dutiful son he completed all of the rites and mourned for 3 years. After three years Fire Lord Saga introduction reforms in Civil Law, Lord's Code, Religious Canon and Law which meets with the demands raised in The Agreement. Avatar departed to his homeland and Fire Lord's family wished him good bye. It took 4 years to complete the reforms bring amendments and revise the Religious scriptures.

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15 Things You Should Never Do at the Doctor's Office

Think of your happiest relationships, and there is an honest chance all requires open communication, honesty, and trust. That goes for you and your doctor, too. Lie out of embarrassment, and she or he can't treat you. Show up unshowered to a doctor visit, and she or he won't want to. Ghost her too repeatedly, and a break-up is inevitable.

Be a far better partner and you will recover healthcare.

To uncover what to do—and what to not do—at the doctor's office, Eat This, Not That! Health talked to the country's top docs to seek out the #1 things medical professionals say you ought to avoid at a doctor visit. Read on. Your life depends thereon.

1 Never Be a Passive Listener Nurse Showing Patient Test Results On Digital Tablet Shutterstock Becoming a lively listener, not a passive one, is the No. 1 thanks to being a far better patient, say doctors Mikkael Sekeres and Timothy Gilligan of the Cleveland Clinic. They revealed within the NY Times that too many of their patients nod mechanically at what they're saying, without fully understanding the knowledge being relayed.

The Rx: Asking questions, requesting that the doctor repeat something, taking notes or bringing along a loved one who can do any of the above can assist you to become a life partner in your care.

2 Never Show Up With a Self-Diagnosis and Tell Your Doctor What to try to the patient is angry on doctor due to medical error Shutterstock There's a fine line between a lively listener and being a know-it-all. Consult Google to self-educate, not self-diagnose, says Suzanne Koven, a medical care internist at Massachusetts General Hospital. "I have enormous respect for patients' autonomy and understanding of their bodies, and to some extent, doctors are working with patients during a collaboration," she told Scientific American. "But to pretend that both parties are bringing the identical degree of data to the table is disingenuous. Once during a while, somebody will are available determined that they have an MRI to rule out such and such or this drug to treat such and such, and I'll need to say, 'Whoa, slow down, let's mention you and your symptoms.'"

The Rx: Do your research. Ask questions on anything you do not understand. But leave the diagnosis to your doctor.

3 Never Lie female holding fingers crossed behind her back Shutterstock According to a survey conducted by ZocDoc, almost one-quarter of individuals mislead their doctors. (Women were slightly more likely to love, at 30%, compared to 23% of men.) Embarrassment and fear of being judged were the foremost common reasons given. Stop it right now! "Sugar-coating bad habits or nagging symptoms doesn't help," advises David Longworth, MD, of the Cleveland Clinic. "Your doctors are confidential partners in your care. they have all the knowledge available to assist you to create smart decisions. that has everything from your habits to each medication you're taking, including over-the-counter drugs, herbal products, vitamins, and supplements. If you are not consistently taking medication, ask your doctor about why — including if you cannot afford them."

The Rx: Always be candid. Anything less may be a waste of your time. Leave embarrassment and shame behind. Your doctor is there to enhance your health, not nag you.

4 Never Leave Things Out Man writing at the desk Shutterstock According to the ZocDoc survey, 64 percent of seniors said they've avoided mentioning health issues with their doctor because they didn't think the matter was that serious or worth discussing. None folks want to perform a hypochondriac's soliloquy at the doctor's office, but it isn't the time for false modesty either.

The Rx: If you think that you would possibly get tongue-tied within the moment, write down your symptoms or things you want to debate together with your doctor before your visit.

5 Never Be Late Asian businesswoman watching the watch time worried and scared of getting late to the meeting Shutterstock Remember the last time you sat during a lounge, doing what space was for, for an hour? That's likely because people before you were late for his or her appointments, backing up the entire queue. Reinforcing this little bit of sense may be a doctor who posted on Reddit: "Every outpatient office has time put aside for sick visits, and time blocked off for pre-scheduled visits," wrote _PyramidHead_. "People will often call in when the office opens and invite a sick visit to deal with their pharyngitis, whatever. More times than I can count, the person will say, 'I can't are available until 4:30,' usually the last slot of the day. Which is ok, but once they then don't show up, I'm annoyed. Especially if the last pre-scheduled visit was as 3:15, and that I waited around for an hour — only to possess someone not shows up."

The Rx: Keep your appointments and get on time. Or call to let the doctor's office know what is going on on.

6 Never Be a Jerk to the office Aggressive man yelling at the nurse in the clinic Shutterstock Don't make a scene at the front desk about wait times or rant a few charges mandated by your insurance. "Complaining to the front office about your copay is pointless; they need no control over that," wrote Redditor _PyramidHead_.

The Rx: Be proactive: Call ahead to ascertain if the office is running behind if you would like to, stay informed about insurance features like your deductible, and skim #8 on this list.

7 Never Show Up Unshowered man is taking shower in the bathroom Shutterstock This one's sense (and common courtesy). Unfortunately, judging from postings by medical staff on social media, it's an all-too-common occurrence. Remember when mom asked if you were wearing clean underwear, just in case you were during an accident and ended up in a doctor's care? Mom was right.

The Rx: you do not need to prep like it is a date, but be clean.

8 Not Know What Your Insurance Covers Older patient at woman doctor office paying exam with MasterCard Shutterstock It's near rock bottom of the list of last things any folks want to do: Spend time on the phone with the insurance company. But if you're having a procedure, need medical devices, or are prescribed new medication, it's better to call ahead and sign up than be caught with a bill — and need to spend longer on the phone — after the very fact. If you would like a colonoscopy, the procedure could be covered, but not a specific facility or anesthesiologist.

The Rx: Call ahead to see. If you've got concerns, tell your doctor.

9 Not Know What Medications You're On female physician prescribing pills to an older black male patient Shutterstock This is a frequent complaint voiced by doctors and other medical professionals. If you're seeing a replacement doctor who won't have access to your records, he or she won't mind in the least if you bring along a cheat sheet together with your meds listed. It could prevent drug interactions and large problems down the road.

The Rx: jot your medications and dosages and convey the knowledge along to your doctor visit, or keep it on your phone.

10 Never Ignore Medication Instructions woman takes medicine capsules Shutterstock Always take medication as prescribed. Failure to try to do so is one of the highest complaints medical professionals voice on social media. On Reddit, a doctor going by the nickname AstralResolve explained their frustration with a standard scenario: "' I stopped taking the antibiotics cause I began to feel better. Now I'm sick again and therefore the antibiotics aren't as effective.' Every freaking time. We instruct you disregard, bugs get stronger and more resistant."

Redditor walrustude, a doctor, said noncompliance supported online research was his top gripe: "Straight up refusal to follow medical advice or to comply with taking one pill each day known to dramatically improve symptoms, all because this mommy blog said the simplest thing is apple vinegar or because WebMD suggested cold showers." Your doctor doesn't mind questions supported your research; just don't present them with something you read online as the incontrovertible fact that applies to your particular case.

The Rx: Follow prescription instructions to the letter, and voice any concerns to your doctor.

11 Never Conceal that you've got Stopped Taking Your Medication hand-throwing pills away Shutterstock This is another frequent occurrence, medical professionals say. "People stop taking medications all the time, actually because they feel better or can't afford the value. it is a chronic situation, especially as Americans grow old," writes aging expert Barbara Hannah Grufferman on HuffPost. Remember #3 and #4 on this list — a doctor's visit may be time for total honesty. Anything less is counterproductive.

The Rx: Tell your doctor everything. If finances are a problem, be blunt. (Your doctor or office could also be ready to help with co-pay cards or other solutions.)

12 Never Get Too Many Second Opinions female physician checking male patients vital sign at clinic Shutterstock A second opinion is great. A fifth, not such a lot. "I'm an enormous fan of second opinions," Orly Avitzur, MD, wrote in Consumer Reports. "I encourage my very own patients to hunt them out when faced with a difficult diagnosis or decision, and I have provided them also. But there is a limit. A recent patient was paralyzed by indecision after seeking several medical opinions (I was number seven), all with slightly different recommendations. Medicine frequently involves judgment calls, and sooner or later you will have to trust one among them."

The Rx: Know when to mention when. More information isn't better.

13 Never Bring Relatives Along Who Take Over the Conversation Couple Attending IVF Consultation Shutterstock "While I do not yet bring anyone into my doctor's appointments, I do accompany both my mother and mother-in-law to theirs," says Grufferman. "They are 75 and 83, respectively, and the second set of ears and eyes is usually an honest thing, especially when the doctor is discussing procedures, medicine, and follow-up recommendations. during this case, I think physicians welcome my presence, as long as I do not completely take over. I always take notes and ask the doctor to repeat or review something if I do not understand."

The Rx: Ask well-meaning relatives who come along to your doctor visit to try to more listening than talking.

14 Never Be a No-Show Missed call phone from someone via mobile smartphone while Asian man sleeping on the bed in the late morning Shutterstock "Not only isn't exposure once we were expecting you (and once we have called, texted, emailed, and sometimes all three to remind you that you simply have an appointment) rude and entitled, it also tells me that my time invaluable, which somehow you think that you probably did not need to keep what essentially was a contract that you simply made with me once you made the appointment," writes California physician Rebecca Levy-Gantt during a piece on Medium titled "How to be an honest Patient".

The Rx: If you cannot make your appointment, always let the doctor's office know.

15 Never Ask Your Doctor to Lie A medical doctor making a negative sign for medicine by his finger. Doctor showing forbidden sign Shutterstock This is an enormous no-no. "Sometimes patients will inquire from me to travel back and 'code the visit differently,'" says Levy-Gantt. "I won't change the test codes or the visit codes to accommodate someone, since doing so is a fraud and not an appropriate or legal thing on behalf of me to try to to. Sorry. I will, however, attend bat for a patient (and I have) if I feel a patient needs a specific test done, and therefore the insurance firm denies it."

The Rx: Don't ask your doctor to cheat the system. It's unethical, and do not you would like a physician who's honest in the least times?

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serenzippity · 5 years

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Warrior King

Words: 3,274 Member: Shownu/Hyunwoo Genre: Smut, Fluff, Alternative Universe Warning(s): Implied/light smut, implied loss of virginity, pregnancy

When King Shi-dae split his kingdom into seven, he gave each of his sons a portion to rule over as their own sovereigns. In a self-imposed exile, the king declared that the brother who proved his worth would inherit more upon their father’s death. They would inherit their father’s vast fortune and the right to call themselves ‘High King.’

Of the seven sons, he was the strongest.

King Hyunwoo was known as the ‘Warrior King.’ He was the strongest fighter and protector of all Seven Kingdoms. The King was battle-worn and an experienced commander that earned the respect of his men and his people. He never lost a campaign, even when his forces were grossly outnumbered. King Hyunwoo was born for war, and he was the brother that was the frontrunner to inherit the title of ‘High King.’

His people were warriors like their monarch. They dwelled along the rocky cliffs to the northwest that overlooked the ocean. His keep was carved into the rock itself and was nigh impregnable despite multiple attempts to conquer it. The King instilled a sense of duty in his people, and training began at a young age. They learned strategy, arms, and smithing which translated into a system of equal work. Every man and woman chose one of the three outlets, and they became one of the strongest kingdoms. Known for their fine weaponry and armor, each citizen was branded with an armband tattoo that showed their purpose under the king. He himself had an intricate band that wove down his bicep, signaling his victories on the field and his position as Army Commander.

-x-

Dozens of battles won. Hundreds of warriors trained. Thousands of men cut down by his own sword.

He never showed fear.

However, he would have preferred the screams of the field and the stench of blood over his current predicament. He was sitting in his finest armor on top of the dais, taking in the party raging below him. The heat of the room stifled him and he felt like his breath was slowly being stolen away. His heavy armor wasn’t doing him any favors despite the multiple goblets of cold water in front of him.

His armor felt heavy, but the gold band on the fourth finger felt heavier. He kept glancing down at his left hand, taking in the piece of metal that bonded him to another person.

Bonded him to you.

You sat next to him in a fine silk gown that agreed with the weather more than his armor. Gold clasps and trinkets adorned your body and the red jewels that were dripped over you matched the shine of the fabric. Both of you sat at the head table and looked like a powerful arrangement. The matching red outfits and the confident gazes would have deterred any negative onlookers. You and the King looked like you were ready to conquer the world.

In reality, the distance between you two was tangible. It began the moment you met and didn’t let up even after you said your sacred vows. Hyunwoo thought you were beautiful, and you returned his sentiments, but in your mind, you were still upset that you were sold off like cattle.

Your matching gold band felt like a shackle rather than a sign of partnership.

You didn’t know much about your new husband, but from the rumors, he was fierce and terrifying. He never lost a battle, let alone any war. He was currently in a power struggle with his other brothers and was vying for a title and gold that seemed to mean so much to him. He was red. There was no other way to describe him. Everything about him screamed fire or blood, and you felt condemned to sulk in your circumstance.

As the party grew louder below the table, the growing tension in your spine grew as well. Despite the fact that your husband frightened you, you were more nervous about what would happen when someone decided that they had enough merriment. All it took was one drunken noble and you would be in his bedroom doing what married couples were forced to do.

Some malevolent force was looking down on you, and as soon as the thought disappeared from your consciousness you heard the clinking of glass.

“It’s time to bed them!” Neither of you could tell who shouted, but soon the room erupted into a cacophony of roars and screams. Multiple hands began to grab at both of you and they dragged you from the high table and through the hallways of the castle. Everything lasted only a few minutes, but in that time the invading touches were able to strip you both of your clothes and armor, leaving you both in only your underclothes by the time they reached the royal chambers.

You and the King were shoved into his rooms, the door clattering closed behind you and the raucous voices retreating. With a burning face, you attempted to cover your modesty with your hands, embarrassed that you were left in only a flimsy gown that was practically see through.

Hyunwoo was clad in only dark trousers, his shirt was taken long ago and his toned body was exposed to the warm room. You looked at your feet, unable to raise your eyes to look at him out of sheer nervousness. The room was bathed in warm candlelight and the fire was roaring in the hearth. Notwithstanding the coziness, you audibly shivered and tried to curl in on yourself.

Hyunwoo was much more cavalier in his state, but he began to feel an eerie sense of turbulence creep up on him as well. He was no stranger to what happened between a man and a woman between the sheets, but he was innocent in the ways a man should love his wife. This was a different situation from the ladies who prowled his camps. They were quick and open to his vices, but this was his wife. You were his other half and that idea scared him.

The King took her in, noting how she was unsure of herself in the thin shift. You were absolutely beautiful, your curves reaching new heights and your eyes were bottomless. However, he knew that he unnerved you. That fact unnerved him. He didn’t want to fail but that felt inevitable. He wanted to be a good husband and partner, but he was a worker without any tools.

One more up and down glance, and the King steeled himself. He brushed past you, leaving the scent of sweat and spice hanging in the air around you. He began to grab a few pillows and a blanket off of the frivolously large canopy bed. He silently placed them on a chaise on the other side of the room and came to stand in front of you.

He gently gripped your chin and pulled your head up to look at him. Hyunwoo quickly brushed his lips on your cheek and walked back to the chaise. He bid you a quiet goodnight before settling under the blanket.

You looked at him with a bewildered expression, questioning what exactly was happening. He was your husband and it was his duty to consummate the marriage. But here you were, standing in the middle of the room while your husband went to sleep on a chair. Why? You reeled for a few moments but slowly made your way to the bed. Tucking yourself under, you tried to sleep but you couldn’t get your mind to stop working in overdrive as you questioned what just happened.

Why didn’t your husband take what was rightfully his?

Maybe, just maybe, he wasn’t the brute you had previously heard about.

-x-

Months passed and you were acclimating to the palace. As the lady of the house, you were in charge of overseeing the staff and the daily actions of the grounds. That came easy to you, after all, it was what you trained your whole life for.

What you didn’t expect was the Hae Kingdom and their expectations of their queen. You were required to train for three hours a day as well as maintain a positive relationship with your country’s expansive military. You hated swordsmanship, but you seemed to excel in archery. In addition, you were a valuable asset when it came to strategy and planning, often finding yourself in your husband’s war room.

It shocked you when Hyunwoo actually asked for your opinion on a matter. One of the Sea King’s vessels was attacked by a neighboring kingdom. The ship claimed to be rogue, but the matter was alarming, to say the least. When Hyunwoo asked you what you thought about the situation you almost swooned. You didn’t expect him to value your opinion, but the sparkle in his eyes and the slight curve of his lips made you feel slightly more confident. He took your counsel to heart, and that surprised you even more. He came to you for advice many times after that, often asking for your insight on a pressing matter.

Then came the gifts.

The first was a sewing kit. He noticed that you had a small rip in a shirt and he came to you with an apprehensive smile and red cheeks as he held the small tools. He quickly gained his composure and left you to your devices. You smiled at the plethora of thread, running your fingers delicately over the reddish-brown string. It reminded you of his hair.

The second was a pair of pants that fit you like a glove. How he got your measurements you’d never know, but this one was also presented with a small smile and a red face. He kept bringing you little things. A shell from the sea that his brother collected, a bottle of wine that his other brother created, and even a beautiful diamond pendant that was as clear as the sky.

Nine months into the marriage he brought you your most treasured possession.

The King came into the chambers late at night holding a long bundle in his arms. You were using the light of the dying fire to mend one of his shirts that had split after an intense sparring practice. He could have given it to any of the seamstresses at the palace, but he claimed to prefer your needlework.

You gave him a small smile of acknowledgment before returning to your task. He usually came in and got ready for bed before collapsing on the chaise. You’d work on some menial task before taking over the bed and settling down for the night. That was your routine, and for nine months it worked.

However, in those nine months, you began to fall for your husband and the distance between you was suffocating. You began to see the man that was underneath his war-torn exterior, and you liked what you saw. He was awkward and shy while also being caring and warm. He had two sides of him: one was the King that everyone respected and feared, and the other was the wonderful man that he only showed when it was just you two.

The kind smiles, the gentle brushing of his fingers, and the slight twinkle in his eyes always seemed to have you on edge. He would check in on you, give you tips on how to improve your training, make sure you had everything you could possibly want, and acted like a husband should. It was a pleasant blow to realize that you could be happy there with him.

Rather than stick to his usual routine, Hyunwoo came and kneeled in front of your occupied chair. His broad figure blocked out the firelight, and you looked at him with curious eyes. No words were passed between you two as he gently placed the long package on your lap. He pulled the strings and let the black fabric fall out of place. Wrapped up was the most beautiful bow you had ever seen. It was dark and smooth, inlaid with gold leaves that shined in the dull light of the room.

Your breath was stolen away as you gazed at the magnificent piece weaponry. It was so elegant that you didn’t feel worthy of it.

“I had it made for you,” Hyunwoo said, his low voice sending a shiver up and down your spine. You couldn’t breathe and everything was buzzing, but he was clear in your mental fog. Your mind could only focus on him. “Captain Mae said you were a natural talent. She gave me the measurements.”

You looked up into his eyes and saw a smile that rivaled the bow on your lap. His grin stretched from ear to ear and reached up to his eyes. They were little smiles of their own and your world stopped turning. Somehow your mind began to work just enough to put the bow and your sewing on the table beside you. Wheeling back around you launched yourself at your husband, crashing into his strong chest and locking your arms around his neck.

Despite your abrupt embrace, you barely brushed your lips over his. You were careful to make sure that you didn’t overstep and scare him and the kiss was lightly there. Pulling away from his face, you saw that he was looking at you with a mix of shock and awe. Your heart sank, thinking that you went too far, but when he slammed his lips against yours everything seemed to click into place.

He stole all the air from your lungs, but you felt amazing. Hyunwoo’s lips were surprisingly soft for such a hard man and the way that he caressed you was magical. Your fingers wound into the hairs at the nape of his neck, while another hand cupped his jaw. His arms wrapped around your waist and drew you in, pressing you impossibly close to his body. The heat between you two grew as the last nine months began to boil over.

You were frustrated at having such a good looking husband that you hadn’t been able to touch yet. You were pure but you still had needs, and they intensified when he was in close proximity. He felt the exact same. Having to watch you sleep in his bed every night with a room in-between you two was torture. The King spent many nights trying to relieve the ache in his body, but he began to realize that only you could alleviate the pain.

Hyunwoo’s fingers began to rub slow circles on your lower back as he brought you to straddle his lap. He was close to losing it and was completely wound up over you. You felt his growing bulge twitch under the fabric of his rough trousers and joy seemed to flood over you.

“Finally,” you whispered against his lips, temporarily breaking the kiss to look deep into his dark eyes.

He smiled at you and reached up to tenderly kiss your cheek. His lips trailed over your jaw and down to your neck where they began to heat up once more. He began to nibble on the sensitive skin of your collarbone, pushing your silk robe off your shoulders in the process. At the feeling of his teeth on your flesh, you unconsciously moved your hips on his. He bit down hard at the sensation and you cried out at the new blooming pain. It drove you wild and you never wanted him to stop.

You ground into his hips again and he audibly hissed. The next thing you knew he was standing up and wrapping your legs around his waist. Your robe was falling off your body and the thin shift was gathered high on your thighs. He walked you over to the bed and gently laid you on the soft furs like a treasure.

The impatience within you was growing like an inferno and you quickly shrugged off the silk robe and practically ripped your shift off. Completely exposed to him, you felt nervous yet excited. He drank you in like you were the most beautiful piece of artwork. Ghosting his fingers over the soft skin of your tummy, his eyes wandered all over your body. Hyunwoo marveled over how perfect you were and he thanked the gods for blessing him with such a flawless wife.

His fingers went higher and they began to brush over your breasts. Sensitive to his touch, you bit your lip in an attempt to keep your moan in. Seeing this, he took one of your erect nipples and lightly pinched it. This time you did cry out.

“Don’t hide your moans from me, my Queen,” he said huskily, his eyes meeting yours as he leaned down to kiss you again. This one was full of fire and it was all-encompassing. Everything between you two was thrilling, and you wondered over how well you two seemed to fit together. He was on all fours above you, dragging you in with each pull of his lips. You tugged at the hem of his loose-fitting shirt, trying to drag it over his head to match your nakedness.

Pulling away, he flashed you a new emotion you had yet to see: uncertainty.

“Are you sure,” he asked, his eyes flicking all over your face trying to detect any sign of apprehension.

“Yes.” Your voice came out as an airy sigh as you dragged him back down and wrapped your legs around his waist. You wet core brushed against his growing manhood, and he growled into your mouth before claiming you in another kiss.

The cold night was punctuated by the sounds of sharp gasps, breathy moans, and the cry of lovers as they finally became one. He took your innocence, and you couldn’t have prayed for a more perfect night. As you both lay entwined together in the sheets, your naked bodies pressed close, you confessed your emotional turmoil to him. He was elated and breathed out those three little words. You had finally given yourself to your husband, consummating a marriage and partnership that would define the kingdom for decades to come.

-x-

Hyunwoo was called away two weeks after you gave yourself to him. Tribesmen began to come down from the north and were terrorizing the peaceful midlands. He and his men were pushing them back, thereby earning the respect of the peaceful farmers in his brother’s neighboring kingdom.

You were separated from him for three months, and each day felt like a lifetime. You continued on, but you missed everything about your brutal yet caring husband.

‘My love,’ you wrote out on the pristine scroll. ‘It feels like we have been separated for an age…’

As you wrote you relayed to him the happenings of his kingdom, throwing in small anecdotes about your training and how much you missed him. He was constantly writing to you, but you had to muster up a lot of nerve to write this particular letter.

The Maester of the palace confirmed what you had been suspecting, and your mind was going crazy over the news. Rubbing your hand over your belly, you imagined what it would feel like in a few months as the baby inside of you began to grow.

You smiled at the thought and dipped your quill back into the ink to continue your letter.

‘I am with child, my darling. I am carrying your little prince or princess.’ You wrote the rest of letter happily, sending a silent prayer to the gods to bring your king and husband home.

A/N: Whoop there it is. He’s hard for me to write for, so let me know what you think!

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bookenders · 5 years

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11/11/11 Tag Game: Rounds 24, 25, 26, and 27

Tagged by the wonderful @corsairesque, the lovely @azawrites, the stellar @sunlight-and-starskies, and the incomparable @inexorableblob - thanks!

And @inexorableblob, thank you for letting me rewrite the end of The Great Gatsby. It was very cathartic.

Rules: Answer 11 questions, write 11 questions, tag 11 people!

Bilbo Taggins: @aurumni-writes @quilloftheclouds @aslanwrites @starlitesymphony @writingonesdreams @waterfallwritings @cataclysmic-writer @ren-c-leyn @timefirewrites @minusfractions @ink-flavored - and if you like the questions and aren’t tagged, feel free to answer them! And tag me so I can see!

My Questions:

How many licks would it take for your OCs to get to the Tootsie Roll center of a Tootsie Pop?

What are your favorite smells?

What’s the book you’ve read most recently? What did you think of it? What impressed you? What would you have done differently?

What are your thoughts on mugs?

If your OCs had a comic book series/graphic novel about them, what would it be called? What would be on the cover? What would the art style be?

Can you draw a bear?

Do you do any other kinds of art? Are you ever influenced by other kinds of art? What about other areas like science or mathematics/other disciplines?

Have you read any craft books or writing advice books? If yes, how have the helped or hindered you? Which would you recommend? If no, would you ever consider reading them?

What are your favorite kinds of narratives? What narrative structures do you prefer to write and what do you prefer to read?

What’s your favorite recipe?

What are some signs that make you consider setting a project aside vs continuing with it?

As always, answers under the cut!

@corsairesque‘s Questions:

1. Do you create playlists for your stories or characters?

I do!

Here’s a detailed post about how I make them.

This is Mel’s from H2H.

This is Gemma’s from H2H.

This is one for the story I recently posted.

And I have one for each WIP on my WIP page! (Mostly, I’m still working on Fish Food’s.)

I actually have folders in Spotify for my characters and stories. Each one gets a playlist.

2. What is your stance on endings that don’t end with some hope?

Sometimes a story needs to have a certain ending to have an emotionally satisfying conclusion. I don’t think hope is absolutely required for an ending. I’ve ended stories without hope because that’s how the story ends. If I wrote it to conclude with an upturn, it would’ve been disloyal to the narrative. Like life, not everything ends happily, or with a positive outlook.

If you want it from a more technical perspective, there are three sorts of endings: positive, negative, and neutral. They can mix and match, but these are the three base ones. I tend toward neutral or positive-neutral endings. The best story I’ve written so far has a negative-leaning neutral ending because it concludes with a loss that does not promise hope. Positive endings are not necessary for a narrative, or for a conclusion.

Sometimes you need to write a hopeful ending. Sometimes you need to read a hopeful ending. And sometimes you need to read or write something that ends on a down-note. I know I have.

So, TL;DR, there is no ending hierarchy. It all depends on the reader and the writer, what they need, and what the story demands.

3. What author would you love to hear feedback from on your WIP?

Of literally anyone? Dead or alive? I mean. I’d love to hear what Flannery O’Connor would have to say about my short stories. I try to do a remix-version of her moments of grace in each of them.

4. What is the genre of your WIP(s)?

I mention these on my WIP page!

Most of my short stories are literary and contemporary fiction. My longer projects tend toward low fantasy.

5. How do you come up with new ideas for your WIP(s)?

I don’t have a method or anything for idea generation. My brain works in the background while I’m doing other things, so I’ll be washing dishes, or brushing my teeth, or writing something else, and an idea goes HI HELLO WHAT ABOUT THIS HUH? and I scramble to write it down.

Most of the time, my story ideas come from cool sentences I think of while observing. That sounds super weird and nerdy, but it’s true! When I’m bored or need to occupy my brain or just sorta feel like creating something spontaneous, I’ll look around and figure out how I’d write about a certain thing in the vicinity.

Some examples of this from my phone notes:

“Laughter echoing through a cave, bouncing off the walls, the gift of hearing it over and over until it fades like gentle waking”

“Cheeks baked pink from the flush of her modesty”

“The last remnants of home, the dirt hidden beneath their fingernails”

“Headlights flicker between the gaps in the barrier like a slipstream of stars”

Ya know, stuff like that.

Sometimes, if I’m stuck while writing and need a thought, I look at the plot and think up complications for my characters to face. That’s how I figured out how to make Lithium 100% more plot relevant. I thought, okay, so she has this role right now, what can I add to make her stand in the way of X plan while also being an asset to Y? And boom, idea generated and problem solved.

6. What do you use to keep all your writing on? (Scrivener, Google Docs, good old pen and paper…)

I use Scrivener for all my main writing. I have a ton of phone memo notes for ideas on the go. I have a notebook full of random stuff for when I’m blocked and need to hand write something.

I also answered this further down!

7. What gave you initial inspiration for your WIP(s)?

H2H: There was a publisher who had a call for shapeshifter stories, and then I missed the deadline so I decided to try for a zine instead, then I got rejected, so I made it into my own thing.

AOPC: I needed to flesh out a piece of my homebrew DnD world, so I started worldbuilding, then it was my turn to turn in a story to be workshopped in my writing class, so I wrote a thing set in the village about the tribe and it all spiraled out from there.

FF: I had an errant thought about the script that hero and villain stories follow and wrote a thing about what would happen if one of them decided to deviate from it and BOOM the plot hit me like a semi truck.

Almost all of my short stories start with a sentence I think sounds really cool, a tone I want to try to capture (ex. the feeling of standing inside an old cathedral), or the ending moment of a character arc (I tend to work backwards).

8. How long have you been working on your WIP(s)?

I’ve been working with Heart to Heart since November 2018. I started thinking about Fish Food like 3 months ago I think? And I got the idea for All Our Painted Colors 3ish years ago, but it started as a short story that I thought about expanding about 8 months ago.

My writing process starts with a long period of thought percolation before I write anything definitive down.

9. What was the first thing you came up with for your WIP(s)?

H2H: The fact that the main character is an apothecary who uses recipes from historical documents to brew things and lives in a small town, and that their love interest changes shapes in some way.

AOPC: That the tribe is a society based around body paint, art, preserving their personal history, and stories. But mostly paint.

FF: The hero danging over a pit of hungry piranhas and asking the villain a question that throws off the whole “death threat” vibe.

10. Have you considered Hogwarts houses for your characters? If so, what are they?

Answered this for the H2H cast here.

As for the Fish Food cast:

Iron Will - Hufflepuff

Overseer - Ravenclaw

Nightmare - A Hufflepuff who asked to be in Slytherin and the hat said “yeah okay”

Lithium - Gryffindor

Babylon - Slytherin

Sparkplug - Gryffindor

11. What do you find easiest to write? (Description, dialogue, etc.)

Interiority! Free indirect discourse! Unvoiced character brain thoughts! Which I guess means description?

Writing dialogue sucks old car tires!

@azawrites‘ Questions:

what’s the best part about your writing style? I like how I build up to emotional punches. It’s like walking up a ramp, but in a literary way. And at the top of the ramp you either get a gut punch of feels or an ice cream cone.

do you write on the computer or on paper? I do most of my writing on my laptop because my hands can’t write fast enough to keep up with my brain. My typing is way faster. If I’m having trouble getting an idea down, or the tone of the writing lends itself to being handwritten (idk how to describe this, but sometimes words just gotta be scribbled, ya know?), I’ll hand write it in pen. I don’t use pencils anymore because I wasn’t allowed to in college and it kinda stuck.

what are your favourite books and why? Oh, no, there are too many. So I’ll just say my top book: The Things They Carried by Tim O’Brien because of how it deals with stories and grief and remembering, the fact that it’s a story cycle (which is very cool), and the way he writes - it’s beautiful and sad and messed up and poignant. I love it.

why did you start writing? I’ve answered this before, but there was never really starting point for me. It’s just something I’ve always done.

why did you continue writing? Because I had too much fun to stop! I also get creatively constipated, I guess is how I would phrase it, and need to have some sort of narrative outlet or my brain gets really mad at me.

where do you usually write? Pretty much anywhere, but most often at my desk. I think I need a taller chair, though...

can you describe your favourite piece (written by you) in one sentence? Let’s get authory with this one: The teacher hands out the tests, multiple choice this time, but when the stapled packet slides across your desk, there’s something odd about it, something that brings the war to life inside your head, a long-forgotten voice that speaks the souls of the soldiers and tells their stories from the annals of history. Or: A multiple choice test about WWII that tells the story of 4 men from Company B from enlistment to the end of their campaign.

what’s one cliche/trope you overuse, but still like anyway? It’s a trope when it comes to my own writing, actually. Person Sits Alone in the Dark and Contemplates. I love it, I abuse the hell out of it, and I will never stop.

what music do you listen to when working on a WIP? Depends. I have a go-to Writing Flow State song, playlists to help me get in the right head space when writing certain characters, and playlists that help guide the tone of a story. I can never listen to movie or video game scores because the association of song and cinematic moment is too strong for me.

have you ever dreamed of a fictional character? Uh, I have the occasional nightmare about Kokopelli? Does that count?

what’s one thing that makes you automatically dislike a book? Overly pretentious first person POV prose (and I don’t mean purple. I mean a character who - honestly and without a hint of satire - thinks like a writer from the 1920s who just discovered what “paid by the word” means and believes they’re the wisest human being in the universe and everyone who doesn’t agree with them is the basest of idiots - barf). Gratuitous female violence. The use of the word “loins” outside of an animal context. Everything about The Beginners by Rebecca Wolff.

@inexorableblob‘s Questions:

Which of your characters could you write as twice their current age? Oh, man, I think writing Iron Will in his forties or fifties would be really cool. It’d certainly give the story a new commentary twist.

Which of your characters could you write as half their current age? (I’m not gonna cheat and say Mel, I promise.) I think writing a 30yo Treena would be very cool. However, writing a 13 or 14yo Lithium who is just learning how to use her super powers would be WILD.

What big city would your characters do best in? London? New York? Tokyo? Mexico City? Rio? The Fish Food characters would all do best in New York or London, since they’re very close to Conover. Lithium would prefer Rio, though, and Babylon would lobby for everyone to move to Tokyo. The H2H characters would do best in Mexico City or London, depending on who decides to take charge and teach everyone the local customs.

What would your characters do if they were in a small rural community that was attacked by underground worms? This is giving me too many ideas for H2H. Gemma would be a little bit furious, since she hates having to get rid of animals, especially when they’re invasive. If the worms just minded their own gosh dang business then everyone could live in peace. If we’re talkin’ normal sized worms, like worm-sized worms, then Gemma would develop a pesticide that wouldn’t kill them, but force them to the surface where they would then be stunned by whatever weird solution Mel comes up with. Then the town would have a Worm-Off, where the person who collects the most worms wins free pie for a year, courtesy of Harry’s. If we’re talkin’ DnD-style Purple Worms, like Beetlejuice worms, then Mel would take over. She’d help organize an evacuation and steal Oz’s gun, just in case. Then she’d do some spoilery things with Gemma assisting.

What is the worst place where you’ve ever wanted to write? Probably while I was taking the math section of the SATs. Kinda inconvenient, brain, thanks for that. Other terrible places: mid job interview, in the middle of an empty street at midnight, anywhere I’m sitting where I have terrible posture, watching a slam poetry event in a very crowded bar, etc.

What’s the most uncomfortable subject you’ve ever written about? I’ve written a little bit about hate crimes and loathed every second. I’ve written a character actively contemplating suicide (he was a WWII soldier) and that was not fun at all. I mean, I also wrote a paper about sexy (somewhat graphic) wlw poetry for my Sexuality class, which a lot of people would be uncomfortable with, but I thought it was a very good collection. Go read Marilyn Hacker’s stuff, it’s good.

If you had to change the ending of any famous novel, which would you pick? The Great Gatsby. We don’t end with the green light, screw the green light. Gatsby wills all of his possessions and wealth to Nick and Nick becomes the next James Gatz. But this time around, he pines for the man who was killed in the pool just below his balcony while pretending to love Jordan, who finds out and amicably marries him because 1920s. She then uses Nick/Gatsby’s money to purchase an automobile manufacturing company and makes cars in every color but yellow. (Gotta maintain that color symbolism for F. Scott, I guess.) Nick discovers Gatz’ old bootlegging and illegal activities buddies and starts up a criminal empire. He and Jordan become the biggest, queerest, most spiteful and angsty crime bosses in New York. Nick makes it his life’s mission to take down false accusers, vigilante style. The car manufacturing company is what they use to launder money. Daisy divorces Tom because they’re both terrible people. Daisy takes her daughter and moves to California. Jordan sends Daisy’s daughter money secretly, about a hundred dollars a month. The last line is something about how Gatz was always reaching out and chasing green, but because of him, Nick is steeped in dark, bloody red. I would then write a sequel about Nick and Jordan and their crime empire that spans the East Coast. God, I hate this book.

If you had to change your life, what would you change without regret? Start therapy way earlier, 100%. That would have saved me a lot of nonsense.

If the end of the world where scheduled a week from tomorrow, what would you do? Would you tell anybody? Everybody? Keep it a secret? Assuming this was legit and the end of the world was actually happening, I’d probably try to tell some big-shot geologist or something, hoping they spread the word. Other than that, since debt won’t be a thing, I’d take the people I love on a killer trip around the world.

What would you do if a wizard offered to cast one spell for you, but your worst enemy got the same spell? Hmmm. I’d ask them to cast the Self-Realization spell, so they would instantly become aware of the effect their actions have on others and know exactly how terrible they’ve been to other people their whole life. Maybe then they can be a better person. My anxiety makes this spell ineffective on me, since it’s already there! Thanks, brain!

Which would you choose, never eating in the same place, always eating the same meal, always eating with the same people, or never eating with the same people? I’d choose always eating with the same people. I like frequenting restaurants I like and eating different things. I don’t think I could deal with only eating the same thing/off the same menu forever. And I have bad social anxiety, so constantly eating with new people would probably short-circuit my brain eventually. A good meal in good company is pretty great, though.

@sunlight-and-starskies‘ Questions:

What is your favorite genre of music? I’ll always be a rock fan at heart. Right now, I really like folk rock and any kind of music that sounds like it has history behind it.

What are your favorite words? Illustrious, shimmer, soliloquy, incarnate, bound, and many more. Also most Yiddish curses.

Describe your ideal vacation. Somewhere cozy where I can explore and chill at my leisure. A week of artsy events in the city. Exploring landscapes in the country.

If you could have any fictional creature for a pet, what would it be? Why? Pegasus! I can ride and they can fly. We’d make an excellent team, and where we’d go, we wouldn’t need roads.

Which fictional universe would you live in if you had to live there for the rest of your life? Logic dictates the Star Trek universe, since I’d probably be an average civilian. Post-scarcity society? Sign me the hell up. My heart, however, is screaming ROHAN.

Favorite childhood toy? Uh... I honestly can’t remember.

What is your aesthetic? Good smelling old books with doodles and notes in the margins, a pile of unfolded clean clothes on a chair, a stack of handwritten papers perched on the corner of a desk, the smell of breakfast cooking when you wake up, the immediate “woops” shock the moment you trip over something you should’ve moved earlier.

Tell me a random fact about your current project or you. About me: I have a birthmark that kinda sorta looks like an elephant. About Fish Food: The Coalition knows what happened to Hydrophase. So does Sparkplug.

Are you an early bird or a night owl? Night owl, all the way. I like the idea of being a morning person, though.

What is your favorite food? Pasta! Or any kind of Asian food.

What is your happiest memory? Oh, geez. Ummm. When I was little, I would curl up in my grandpa’s armchair and eat Burger King breakfast sandwiches on Saturday mornings.

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Why Muslim and Christian women alike should practice Hijab (modest Dress)

Why Muslim and Christian women alike should practice Hijab (modest Dress) Introduction A common misconception is that Muslim women are the only ones who cover their hair. It may be true that Islam is the only religion in which most women follow its directives to cover the hair, but it is not the only religion to have such directives. It is particularly interesting to look at the case of Christianity, since Christianity is the predominant religion in the West, and it is Westerners, including observant Christians, who are often the first to criticize Islam because of the hijab (modest dress, including head covering). Additionally the idea behind modest dress does not only pertain to females, but to males also. Modesty is encouraged for both genders in Islam and is seen as a sign of piety. Indeed, even Mary, the mother of Jesus wore the hijab. Also, today nuns virtually practice hijab for the same fundamental reason as the devout Muslim woman; to express piety as an individual who chooses to surrender their will to God and God’s Sacred Law. Is Covering the Hair a Religious Commandment for Christian Women? There can be only one answer to this: yes, it is! Simply open the Bible to the First Epistle to the Corinthians, chapter 11. Read verses 3-10: “But I would have you know that the head of every man is Christ and the head of the woman is the man, and the head of Christ is God. Every man praying or prophesying with his head covered, disgraces his head. But every woman praying or prophesying with her head uncovered disgraces her head, for it is the same as if she were shaven. For if a woman is not covered, let her be shaven. But if it is a disgrace for a woman to have her hair cut off or her head shaved, let her cover her head. A man indeed ought not to cover his head, because he is the image and glory of God. But woman is the glory of man. For man was not created for woman, but woman for man. This is why the woman ought to have a sign of authority over her head, because of the angels.” - New Testament (1 Corinthians 11:3-10) The meaning of this passage is plain enough. We can make the following syllogisms: Syllogism 1: Praying with an uncovered head is a disgrace. Having a shaved head is the same as praying with an uncovered head. Therefore, having a shaved head is a disgrace. Syllogism 2: If it is a disgrace for a woman to have a shaved head, she should cover her head. It is a disgrace for a woman to have a shaved head - see syllogism 1. Therefore, a woman should cover her head. In other words, the passage means what it says. Have you ever wondered why Catholic nuns dress like they're wearing hijab (Muslim hijabi women, have you ever been mistaken for a nun?). Have you ever wondered why Mary the mother of Jesus (peace be upon them both) is always depicted in Christian art with her hair covered? Did you know that until the 1960s, it was obligatory for Catholic women to cover their heads in church (then they "modernized" the service)? There are some interesting points that can be made about the Christian directive: 1) The explicit purpose of the Christian woman's head covering, as stated by Paul, is that it is a sign of man's authority over woman. The explicit purpose of Islamic hijab is modesty. Strange how so many Westerners think that the purpose of hijab is a symbol of male authority. Maybe they know that that's what it is in their own religion (Christianity) so they assume that Islam must be the same! 2) The Christian woman is to cover her head whenever she is praying, whether it be at the church service or just personal prayer at home. This may mean that if she is not praying at home, she is uncovered around male guests who are not related to her; or if she is praying at home, that she is covered around her own husband and family. If any more proof were needed than Paul's own words that the Christian head covering is not about modesty, this must certainly be it! This puts hijab in a whole new perspective, doesn't it! To my non-hijabi Muslim sister who feels that hijab is a sign of oppression for the Muslim female, please do read the above and then read the Quran. Believe me, if Allah SWT meant for hijab to be a sign of male authority, the Qur'an would be as unambiguous about it as Paul is in the Bible. Do Any Christian Women Today Cover Their Heads? It is true that most Christian women do not, and many don't take other teachings of the Bible (against pre-marital sex, adultery, etc) literally either. However, there do seem to be a growing number of Christian women out there who are committed to following the Bible as it is written. Below are some WebPages that I found that call for Christian women to cover their heads in accordance with the commandment of the Bible References in the Qur’an in favor of the use of Hijab: And say to the faithful women to lower their gazes, and to guard their private parts, and not to display their beauty except what is apparent of it, and to extend their head coverings (khimars) to cover their bosoms (jaybs), and not to display their beauty except to their husbands, or their fathers, or their husband's fathers, or their sons, or their husband's sons, or their brothers, or their brothers' sons, or their sisters' sons, or their womenfolk, or what their right hands rule (slaves), or the followers from the men who do not feel sexual desire, or the small children to whom the nakedness of women is not apparent, and not to strike their feet (on the ground) so as to make known what they hide of their adornments. And turn in repentance to Allah together, O you the faithful, in order that you are successful.” - Qur’an English Translation [25:31] “O Prophet! Say to your wives and your daughters and the women of the faithful to draw their outer garments (jilbabs) close around themselves; that is better that they will be recognized and not annoyed. And God is ever Forgiving, Gentle.” - Qur’an English Translation [33:59] Men are also encouraged to be modest Like I previously alluded to, modesty is not only a call to women, but to men too. “Say to the believing men that they should lower their gaze and guard their modesty: that will make for greater purity for them: And Allah is well acquainted with all that they do.” - Qur’an English Translation [24:30] So according to Matthew's account what did Prophet Jesus (peace be upon him) have to say about men “lowering their gaze” for greater purity? Let’s take a look at the Bible’s account of his Sermon on the Mount: "You have heard that it was said, 'Do not commit adultery.’ But I tell you that anyone who looks at a woman lustfully has already committed adultery with her in his heart. - New Testament (Matthew 5:27-28) So you see, Jesus’ statement is very clear about why men should lower their gaze. He even equates the mere act of looking in lust with committing adultery. So what does Jesus recommend to do if a man can’t control himself from visually lusting after women? Well his following statement seems to really underline the importance of not committing these acts in which we often write off as “minor sins.” If your right eye causes you to sin, gouge it out and throw it away. It is better for you to lose one part of your body than for your whole body to be thrown into hell. - New Testament (Matthew 5:29) Now we don't know for certain that Prophet Jesus really recommended gouging one's eyes out but we can conclude with relative certainty that this is a warning to the believers to first save their soul, rather then succumbing to the temptations of mundane desires. Often people follow their own passions and lusts to a detriment, further straying from the straight path of understanding and guidance. "Hast thou seen him who chooseth for his god his own lust? Wouldst thou then be guardian over him? Or deemest thou that most of them hear or understand? They are but as the cattle - nay, but they are farther astray?" - Qur’an English Translation [25:43-44] "But if they hearken not to thee, know that they only follow their own lusts: and who is more astray than one who follow his own lusts, devoid of guidance from Allah. for Allah guides not people given to wrong-doing." - Qur’an English Translation [28:50] In Conclusion So now let’s be reasonable here, God knows man and woman’s natural inclinations and desires. So these rules of modesty are not to take away from our individual freedom but rather they serve as loving guidance for us to avoid self destruction. Furthermore, what kind of society fosters a more conducive moral environment to avoid such sins? A society where men and women guard their modesty and lower their gaze as such in a true Islamic society or of that from which we see in many countries today where men and women walk around practically nude? Obviously God is all loving and wouldn’t make a law for man to follow without facilitating the proper environment to help him/her follow those laws with comfort. Remember, God is All-Loving and does not want to see man destroy himself. So in conclusion, the moral environment of the ideal Islamic society described in the Qur’an is the same exact model society that Jesus professed. Indeed, God knows man's nature can often be weak, therefore we are not expected to be perfect all the time. In light of this reality, God shows us an immeasurable amount of mercy towards anyone whom is willing to humbly turn to Him in sincere repentance: "Allah (God) doth wish to lighten your (difficulties): For man was created Weak (in flesh)." – Qur’an English Translation [4:28] "On no soul do We place a burden greater than it can bear: before Us is a record which clearly shows the truth: they will never be wronged." – Qur’an English Translation [23:62] Lastly, some people may think “well these rules of modesty may inhibit women from accomplishing their life dreams.” I say, “Oh yea, tell these beautiful Muslimah athletes that!” A Muslim woman is devout and strong in her spirit. She puts God first before all. She doesn’t forfeit her soul in order to gain worldly advantage in any aspect of her life. So what did Jesus (peace be upon him), according to the Bible, have to say about compromising morals in pursuit of the pleasures and advantages of this world? “What good is it for a man to gain the whole world, yet forfeit his soul? Or what can a man give in exchange for his soul? If anyone is ashamed of me and my words in this adulterous and sinful generation, the Son of Man will be ashamed of him when he comes in his Father's glory with the holy angels." - New Testament (Matthew 5:36-38)

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apostateangela · 5 years

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Let’s Talk About it... Part 2: Donuts and Tissues

One Sunday when I was fifteen years old I walked into a classroom designated for the Miamaid’s (segregated female youth class for 14-15 year olds). There was a plate of glazed doughnuts with chocolate frosting gleaming on the table in front of the half-circle of metal folding chairs. Our middle aged female teacher, Sister Anderson stood at the door in her long skirt and baggy sweater, vacant smile on her face shaking our hands and welcoming us to class.

My fellow fifteen year old sisters sat eyeing the doughnuts, mediocre angst forgotten.

After the opening prayer at the beginning of class Sister Anderson sat next to the table, crossed her legs, and faced us with a mischievous smile.

She looked at us, looked at the doughnuts, looked back at us.

Said nothing.

Just smiled.

I could feel my annoyance rising. But church always annoyed me. I’d been labeled a ‘naysayer’ for a couple years now--someone who questioned too much and spoke out negatively.

I was stubborn and had a mouth on me for a Mormon (no, that didn’t mean I used profanity- another future post). But my Dad was the same, so people usually just said I was like him.

“Are we going to get to eat those or what?” I asked, with some snideness, but with more hunger. Church was long.

Sister Anderson smiled her condescending smile, “We’ll see.”

She then proceeded to do something that horrified all of us; she slowly picked up each doughnut one by one and licked the top of them, her tongue making a circle in the chocolate frosting. After she had violated all of the doughnuts and set them back on the plate, she looked at us sitting there with our mouths open and said, “Today’s lesson is about the law of chastity.”

I won’t outline the detailed way that horrific lesson unfolded, I’ll just sum it up in generalities and with Sister Anderson’s final statement.

She outlined the details I have already presented to you in the previous post about sexual sin, adding that our virginity was a gift we should save for our future husbands, and then added this little bit of information, “You see girls, if you break the law of chastity you will be like these doughnuts, ruined and something no man will ever want.”

I felt that statement like a stab to my young teenage heart and something inside my head screamed in protest. There were no words for me to express the angry fire that flared within me. But I knew it was wrong on a deep level. It made my stomach hurt and my eyes hot.

It was then, in the midst of that enraged, and voiceless state that I did probably one of the most remarkable acts of my religious childhood. I stood up from my chair, took a few steps towards the table, looked that passive aggressive bitch in the face while reaching out for a doughnut. I took the nearest doughnut off of the plate, keeping my fiery eyes on her now startled and confused ones, and brought it to my mouth and took a large bite.

Sister Anderson started to sputter, the girls behind me started to titter, and I strode out the door eating the doughnut, which tasted like nothing short of sweet victory.

My victory was short lived. While it might have been true that I had a small moment of recognizing the ridiculousness of the soiled doughnut/vagina metaphor, the indoctrination was ultimately too strong. I bought the concept that my virginity was to be a gift I saved for my husband. That my vagina belonged to some man I had never met and it was like a beautiful doughnut, or rather a pristine piece of tissue. If I let anyone other than my virtuous husband touch it, it would be nothing less than used up, contaminated, and worthless.

I walked into my marriage, a virgin bride.

Gift given.

That lucky man, my husband, continued the cycle of oppression and when he had used everything he wanted, threw me away like a piece of garbage.

It took me quite a long time to see anything different in myself, sometime I still don’t.

But I’ll let that go and remind you of where we left off, I had just discovered myself.

And as I was already used up, and very turned on, I let go of that licked chocolate frosting feeling. If years were seconds my vagina fit the 25 second rule. Less than 30 seconds, but more than 10. I’d only had one partner (I know I keep saying that, but it’s kinda crazy isn't’ it?)

Maybe someone would want somma that.

Let’s get back to the story, masturbation remember?

Even though I had found an avenue for some sexual release, my state of arousal was still very strong in the proximity of other people. Especially if that person had a penis. I wasn’t picky. In fact, my laws of attraction seemed to be limited to simple, basic things like, ‘are they breathing and in my line of sight?. On the plus side, I was seeing beauty in so many kinds of people.

On the flip side, my attraction and arousal was not behaving appropriately to be sure.

One disconcerting reality was that I was attracted to a friend and colleague that I had some professional authority over.

Every second I was around him I lit up.

I had erotic dreams about him.

I fantasized about him during the day.

I was probably even flirting with him somewhat.

So much sinning. Especially in the thoughts department.

I remember telling my therapist, through tears of perceived shame (sexual thoughts were a sin, see the condemnation of the Book of Mormon prophet Alma), about the sensual dream I had had about my coworker.

He laughed at me like it was the silliest thing in the world and told me it was perfectly natural.

That only made me feel both ashamed and stupid for feeling ashamed.

\(feelings of soul crushing stupidity overwhelm me all the time)

But neither feeling changed what the rest of my body was feeling.

It’s hard to stop a fast moving train.

After several weeks of building excitement, nights of holding my phone in my hand with a propositional text message waiting to be sent, days of unsettling fire, I began to formulate a plan that could at the very least ruin our friendship and at the very most get me fired.

Luckily I confided my plan and state of volatility to a different colleague and friend.

She had been the one to hook me up with the massage therapist (mentioned in my modesty/body image post) a few weeks before. And while Andrew was the first to see me naked and touch my body, we hadn’t had sex. During that evening he had realized he wanted love and not just exploration.

It was sweetly beautiful. And I had been happily grateful for the encounter just as it unfolded.

As I told this friend my plan to proposition our colleague in two days time, she emphatically warned me against my irrational and potentially destructive actions and gave me an alternative; online dating. She had been trying to get me to create a profile for six months. But it was my newfound fucking desperation that finally caused me to take that step.

After all, the last time I’d dated I was nineteen and the internet was barely an idea that smart people had access too. It had yet to become the online dating clusterfuck we all currently enjoy.

With the advice of my experienced friend (she’d met her current boyfriend online) on how to tailor my profile, and my own robust vocabulary and urgent boldness, I successfully secured myself a date within about 12 short hours. (some of those hours I was sleeping, but not many)

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wildgeese2017 · 3 years

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i dont know whether i want to hav sex with her like if i cud. i think that shes into me she smiles at me and she seeks me out and she laughs at my jokes and compliments my outfits? ive known her so long and i trust her kindness. i think shes cool and sweet and interesting and like she really listens to what i say and is childish like me like she isnt embarrased to act weird and silly and get excited about little things. she seems like she wants to be around me. and i hav convinced myself that i like her. for years shes been my go to crush. its just when i imagine being touched it makes me feel weird?? i know shes had gay sex b4 i think shes hot and pretty and i love her style. i wouldnt mind touching her but the thought of someone touching me in that way scares me i worry that it would repulse me. but i want it so bad. i want her to kiss me and rough me up a bit push her fingers into my thighs u kno stuff like that , is that what attraction is? my relationship to my sexuality and body even is so warped and abstract at this point so disconnected from what reality can offer me. i think she is closer than most people to what i cud actually even attempt to experience something with tho. like she gets me im afraid of men so women make me feel safer to try stuff with i only hav experience w girls anyway not that its actually substantial or like in that romantic serious context. i just i want to be wanted so badly i know that i have been at least once. i get so confused i cant possibly be that bad but noone has ever loved me for my body. i can timagine what its like to experience the reverse. sure i am granted the privilege of not bein specifically disliked automatically for my body but it isnt worth much more as social currency beyond basic decency (which everyone deserves but doesn’t get). maybe i need to be less in my head. but im scared ill try intimacy with her and i wont like it . and that will mean a few possible things which would fuck me up and scar my self perception. firstly, it could mean that im not capable of normal intimacy that i am really genuinely fucked in the head like the rabbit hole i fell down when i was 11 genuinely messed me up like i gave into some evil shameful thing inside me when i was a child and now i can never be acceptable normal healthy or loved securely. second it cud mean i dont actually like women ive been playing as part of the lgbtq community this whole time how can i face myself or my friends being straight is shameful to me its so lame and uncool i know this sounds so like weird and fetishistic or performative but thats exactly what im afraid of i dont want to see myself like this i wasnt ready to label myself but i did i labelled myself so young and now it feels scary it feels wrong for me to say i dont like it when people are like you;re bisexual right? i feel that thing when you share too much too soon like your skin is peeled off all raw and exposed. i hate that. what if im too messed up i dont know it for sure what if intimacy proves im broken. or at the very least very unique in a way that could lead me to living my life alone without partners or lovers i want so desperately to be someones favourite someone who makes me feel good when they touch me and anxious and annoyed. i want to care about someone so much. too trust someone to see my body like my weird moles and self harm scars my veins and hair and teeth i want someone to see me all of me and still decide they want me. that i am worth the effort that they would seek me out. i dont know if that will happen.

i drive myself crazy looking in the mirror in different angles wearing all these colourful frilly lacey outfits agonizing over how i must look. i make myself soft and sweet and loud and excited and loving so others will seek me out im like a duimb tropical bird and it hurts so much because it doesn’t feel like its working.

people say be true be authentic but they dont say how much it hurts to do that and not be idk rewarded? desired? like i am expressing myself and that is pushing people away even subconsciously? sure it would feel amazing for someone to see that expression and see that fragment of my inner world and think i love that i want that i want her i love her but it isnt happening not as far as i know not in a way which satisfies my lonely soul.

i just dont want to be disgusting i try so hard to smell good and look sparkly and fun and bright and loving i think the manic pixie dream girl trope really damaged my psyche

i think i like other people too i feel different when they touch me like it feels more intense more like its getting through.

as far as i can tell my type is funny, creative, nice boobs dark or curly hair usually, i like people who are kinda sad bc i think we are alike which sounds cringe but people who are just living in a way which seems at least to me in a non-judgemental way to be unexamined i just cant really relate to i cant open up to someone who wont understand. i need people to say the right things or at least say nothing and only respond with touch.

is it weird that i carry on asking myself if i was touched as a child ? like i dont htink i was but i carry on feeling like it could have happened or i convince myself i did and then i mistrust people for no reason. but something must have happened i had such messed up thoughts maybe it was all the sex on tv i watched as a really young kid my parents would show me stuff with full nudity and relatively graphic sex my relationship to modesty is confusing i think i find people more attractive with their clothes on? i just see naked people like ok? thats a body its normal i dont get porn.

one thing i regret was being drunk and telling M that i cant watch porn i like weirder stuff and she was like bdsm? and i was like no its so weird it cant be in porn but i didnt mean it like that i meant i cant just feel stuff from nudity without context and i am into weird shit i dont know why i think maybe my mums mental health issues which she projected on me im worried i was just made wrong like im just a bad seed like i was destined to want things which dont make sense. but then i consider my whole warped desire hinges on the way it could be percieved by society the way society views people and their intented state of being. i am attracted to corruption addiction to transformation to giving into desire to showing desire physically with your body in a way that everyone can see and you can no longer control.

everything in my life boils down to my relationship with control. maybe its because i felt i didnt have any control as a child. my life was shifted against my will and i have this learned helplessness both from having my needs met without asking and from having my needs ignored or at least met in a lacklustre way. but then i think who really had control as a kid? kids dont control their life they dont make the decisions that what a guardian is for ?? but maybe its because i felt as though i did have to make the decisions like i didnt have clear boundaries and i dealt with that by punishing myself for overstepping rules i made myself. bc i had no control not really it felt like nobody had control there was noone to blame so i made things up new problems i cud blame myself for or i saw the problems my parents had said to myself i have that problem too and punished myself for it with feelings or pain or exercise or silence. i couldnt trust anyone. or at least i loved people but i couldnt open up. maybe thats why im so weird and territorial i keep things secret i hide stuff in my cupboard its like i invent things to be ashamed of i create problems for myself to distract from the problems i didnt have control pver the conception of. when i think of my childhood i think of feeling bad and ashamed of myself for taking advantage of my father like he was vulnerable and all i did was take money and time from him and he was struggling so much financially but he would still spend so much on leasiure when i think of it now i realise that spending time with me and making him happy must have made him feel good i get it more now that i do that with other people but at the time i felt so guilty all the time for the price of my clothes my food my life. and my mum would always say how terrible things were with money how tired she was how stressed she was how it was affecting her body. she would talk about how much she hated her body her fat her sagging face her pale skin her poor health i asked her once what superpower she’d choose and she said i want to be healthy all the time and i was confused then but i get it now.

i just felt like i had to pretend to be happy or like i wasnt bored or the time like i didnt feel bad about how my stomach looked how yellow my teeth were how tangled my hair was the bags under my eyes and when i look back i realise no one was looking after me noone was making sure i brushed my teeth and hair twice a day i barely did it once a day i used to hate myself so much that i couldnt do my homework but nobody ever sat with me and made sure i did it past like the age of 7 . i remember feeling so scared of asking for help i remember having nightmares or being sick and standing on the landing listenning to my mother breather through her door being petrified of asking for help like she needed the sleep and i was a bad person for waking her up like i was lying and then i actually started lying bc she wud just accept it let me fester on my own in bed all day if i said i wanted to if i said it hurt too much. i just im so scared of feeling that way again of feeling so scared so tired so useless so guilty so dissapointing so stupid so dumb so shallow so selfish so unworthy so dishonest so lazy so manipulative i look back and i think how could a child have been so awful? how could i have been as bad as i thought i was? it doesnt seem possible. the point at which i became irredeemable seems to shoft forwards each year like its chasing me and i become more and more of a villain stealing a bright future from the innocent child i used to be. i used to fantasize about going back and doing it all perfectly. when people asked me about my choice of power it always had to do with avoiding the consequences of my mistakes either immortality or time travel to be able to change what i did or to be able to move on without losing my future without losing my finite time. i want to be free of these constraints that feel so self inflicted. i spend so long in these mind prisons i construct labrynths in my head and get stuck there all alone with no way of asking for help without admitting how i got there in the first place.

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BBC UK Twitter account is playing games with the timeline they released today, I can‘t show you what I want to show you, but this screen shot will work for describing a bigger, more obvious, and most importantly, a tremendous non-black malfunction of security at the US Capitol on February 6 2021, so they say.

The first thing to know is that everything shown in this clip, and everything shown in the highly edited documentary version of the moment the Capitol Building, the one that BBC news deleted today, is said to have been breached by “Proud Boys”, is all fake, was filmed many years ago, maybe was filmed in 2001. A long time ago.

Here, what to see is that security officer failed to use his side arm in a breach of the US Capitol.

FAIL.

There is a bigger Fail moment to see, one that BBC news seems to have deleted this morning, is the same kind of BBC news video as shown below. In the deleted one, there were about twenty or thirty armed guards out front of the capitol building, all of the them white to my memory, non of them used their side-arms to defend the US Capitol.

not one security officer knew what to do, or how to do it.

It’s as if they are all armed with lolly pops.

It’s fake, is old, all is staged.

https://twitter.com/BBCWorld/status/1359974096797376519

You make your own assessments.

This is bigger, more contemporary, is happening now, about Taylor Swift.

What about Taylor Swift?

I give Ms. Swift a lot of grief with my continuous statement “Fast Ass From Taylor Swift”. The truth about that, is to get some attention from national security to look at her with new eyes, and Cracker Jack’s Secret Decoder Ring.

She is a slave. She is a SAG operative, is forced to do what she is told, is like Dolly Parton is, however I am not convinced that Ms. Parton is a slave, my view is the Ms. Parton used to do the same kinds of terror damage control and other work as does Taylor Swift currently, but the difference is that Taylor Swift was born into captivity, where Dolly Parton is among her captors.

I have a distant moment in my life where I was forced to make decisions about Ms. Swifts wardrobe, she was thankful about the wardrobe freedom and modesty that was allowed when others wanted her on stage in bikini clothing styles.

Ask Taylor about her beginnings as a stage singer, and ask her specifically about her pants, specifics about them, rules she had to adhere to about her stage wardrobe, specifically, her pants. She and I will tell the same story.

https://twitter.com/BBCWorld/status/1359882960200163329

Britney Spears is a different story.

What to know:

Her name is Brit.

Her other name is Spears,

For many years, she has been a news item where the gist of the story is that Spears has a handler who controls Britney Spears,

“So, there is a hand, on a spear, to chuck it.”

That is what you need to know about Britney Spears.

yhttps://twitter.com/BBCWorld/status/1359912235737448451

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2:47 pm:

China is not the enemy of the world. “China” is code word basically for “Real Knowledge” in a world we live in where our current reality is ALL LIES.

The perspective of “China is the enemy” ideas come from the Christian Churches, the Vatican and Britain. The lies are so thick that they were able to create a monster, call it Russia, and even arranged that the place is on all of the maps of the world.

There is no place called Russia, never was a place called Russia. The reason Russia is promoted to exist, mainly is to create a false perception of power in the world. As long as there is a bad guy, Russia, with nuclear weapons, then, all other nations around the world are going to behave differently than if there were no imaginary bad guy with nuclear weapons.

Russia makes a handy bad guy for Christians to blame things on, that is why there is a Russia. Christians are able to do terror, then, blame what was witnessed on Russia, in the event that something was witnessed, but only after more lies are told to spin the witnessed event out of the realm of anything that may have been real.

Truth is, there are no Christians. Instead, there are pirates, who invented the Christian religion based on an upside down, inside out, backwards version of The Tao, by Lao Tzu, a very, very, very old piece of literature about ways that a human can use to associate themselves in the universe as a basis for it all to make sense about who you are, and how to live in harmony with the earth and those around you.

https://twitter.com/FoxNews/status/1359688959538978816

You have to wake up, and read the label on the things you use. If China were truly he enemy, and if US White House was really serious about that, there would be no “Made in China” label on the items we all love to use.

To see and know who the enemies are, you have to look at what they have left behind in the wake of destruction and domination as they advance.

Religion.

Language.

Disease.

People.

Four things that are left behind by the true enemies of the world.

Do you see Chinese people taking over remote parts of the world?

Do you hear Chinese language spoken in your neighborhood, one that is outside of China?

Who is promoting the Corona Virus? Where does all of the Corona news come from?

It’s simple.

We are lied to, about very important things, by the people who claim to be in charge.

There is no place called Russia. There is Mongolia, not Russia. Mongolians don’t have nuclear weapons.

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3:19:

To help see who the enemy really is, you have to look at what they leave behind.

The story of the Titanic. A big fucking boat, it sank.

The way the story is told, the band kept playing as the ship went down.

That is an artifact left behind by pirates.

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1:27 pm:

To differentiate yourself as a non-terror pirate, is difficult, they have it worked out where everyone is highly pressured to wear a mask, to conceal who you are. They have it worked out where you are not allowed to be at a store to purchase food unless you are wearing a mask.

That tells me that there are at least some real US national security personnel left alive somewhere, people who have access to wireless camera technology at the stores where the food is sold.

What I do, is take my mask off, and look right at the cameras, the ones in the ceiling, and the ones at the Walmart checkout cash register.

I don‘t want to be mistaken as a terror pirate, so, I show my face to the camera even when the pressure to wear the mask will get me tossed out of the store if I fail to wear a Corona Mask.

I suggest everyone remove the mask to look at the camera, so that some help can know who is a pirate and who is a slave.

This terrorist bastard below, is concerned only about one person, he is concerned about Joe Biden.

Joe, or whoever it is that is playing role of Joe Biden, knows that the plan of the British Vatican SAG global domination takeover does not include that Joe Biden serves all for years of his current term. Joe learned the hard way, that Kamala Harris is part of the Trump version of the Vatican, which differs greatly from the SAG/Bergoglio/Google version of the Vatican.

Joe is scheduled for take out, so that Harris can break the glass ceiling, to become US President.

https://twitter.com/ABC/status/1359985372860719116

What is so different about the Bergoglio Vatican and the “Trump Version”?

The Trump version of the Vatican is a Vatican that is lead by a German, Pope Benedict. That, however, is not important, what is important, is that the Benedict Vatican, is a Vatican that is composed of real, mass murdering, ruthless pirates who have been fooling everyone on earth for more than 2000 years. That, was changed out when the Bergoglio became Pope. He is a fake pope. Pope Francis is a Screen Actor Guild member from Argentina. The SAG thought they were taking over a bunch of religious Christians at the Vatican when that happened, but the reality is that SAG hijacked the source of all of the worlds terrorism, at the helm of the Pirate Ship that is the Vatican, where centuries of blood in the form of Christian Crusades, Missions, to take over the world have been commanded from.

It’s like there is a small child at the Queen‘s Armory where all of her guns and bullets are stored. That is what SAG at the Vatican is like.

So, the real pirates have been quietly trying to regain what was lost, without giving themselves up as the pirates that they truly are at the Vatican. Those guys at the Benedict style Vatican arrangement are very good at what they do, they are masters of time itself, they don‘t really care how long it takes to take the Bergoglio out, and put a Benedict back in, and, they already figured out that having the clowns of SAG in the limelight is beneficial to the real pirates who are simply continuing to do the crusade work in deeper shadows, while the SAG Bergoglio clowns are square in all of the headlights.

Eventually, the Benedict, real, 2000 year old masters of time and space, the real Christian pirates who have been mass murdering since Day One, are going to take back their Vatican, however, they are going bring down all of SAG and all of the US Government while they do that, and, they will blame SAG for everything and anything that arises as a result of that, even if it takes fifty years to do it without being noticed.

I say a lot about the Seventh Day Adventist variety of Christians, they are everywhere, far more than you are aware of, millions of them disguised as other factions.

What I haven‘t said much about is the Mormon faction. I don‘t know very much about them. Where I grew up in Simi Valley California, that whole place filled up with Mormon‘s right away, with the very first housing tract that was built there, and by 1963. there were a few fairly large housing tracts there, in an otherwise desolate valley. In 1963. there was only one gas station, and no grocery stores in Simi Valley. It was not until 1965 that a full size food store was built.

The thing about the Mormons, is they all have a “End of Days Food Pantry” and did not necessarily need the grocery store to be right there, it benefited the Mormon lifestyle to prevent any grocery stores built in Simi Valley at the time.

The Mormons are closer to the original Christian Pirating than any other religious faction, in my view so far, and that is one of the reasons why Mitt Romney is scheduled to become King of French North American Republic Territory when the pirates are successful at taking apart USA.

The geographic region currently occupied as Canada, USA, and Mexico is the new boundary for French North American Republic Territory.

Justin Trudeau is scheduled to be fist Prime Minister of the new, Communist Republic Kingdom, French North American Republic Territory.

Trudeau is there for the British Throne, while Romney represents the Vatican Pirate Ship.

Trudeau will make most public decision making, while Romney is there to look pretty.

“Church of Latter Day Saints” literally translates to “Church of the End of Days Dead People”.

You don‘t need to be a language scholar to do that translation.

All I started out to say about the Mormon’s, is a reminder that everyone already knows they are called “The Dark Side”, you already know that, already learned it on the news, the term is used with pride.

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4:22 pm:

This from US State Department today, Ned Price:

The literal translation to those in the know is like this:

“The people who are from the place that is not really there, are condemned for blasphemy of the people who say they saw God reach his arm out of the television to turn it off”

That is the translation. It needs further decoding to see why Ned Price said it.

My read, is there is some pressure at SAG HQ, Scrutiny of SAG members and their Bounty.

It reads as an instruction, or a “heads up”.

If it’s a “Head’s Up”, then, the message is from State to Britain, to warn the people who control the Boris Johnson Puppet of some kind of activity that puts SAG in a bad light. Ned Price calls for some large size Russian Hoax maneuvers from the State Department Alter, trying to reach House of Lords, at SIS MI6 at Vauxhall Bridge, to come up with a set of lies to make a distraction, detour, road block.

See other comm from Joe Biden, is the same comm with use of Trump’s Border Wall to say “Road Block”. Ned Price helps clarify the Joe Biden terror comm to Britain terror pirate leaders, by inclusion of SAG as the subject, with use of Jehovah Witness’s, who have always been a way to put Screen Actor Guild spies at your front door on Saturday morning, about 10:00 am.

The JW’s are famous for the image of God who reaches his arm out of a television screen, in your living room, to turn off the TV long enough to hear what God has to say, about “ a watchtower” and being “awake”.

They serve as “Guardian‘s of the Galaxy” in other news items also.

I don‘t have a conclusion on this one, no one does, it’s happening now.

It’s a shame there are no US national Security forces who are willing to do their jobs. This looks like opportunity to stop a lot of terrorism, through learning about how the command chain of terror really works, on Twitter, mainstream, from the top US Government offices and leading media network news, to the top British offices, by way of Hollywood, and a copy gets sent to the Vatican to oversee the progress.

https://twitter.com/StateDept/status/1359962812253143043

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4:49 pm:

I said “China” is code for “Real Knowledge” (vs Gnosis, lies) but it’s more complicated than that.

You have to also consider that heroin is what is used to power the enormous Canadian SDA terror army, they stay loyal to the leadership because the leadership supplies them with heroin, that way, the Canadian SDA terror army, stays loyal to the heroin, and to the leadership by extension.

There are two kinds of heroin to my knowledge, one is the preferred kind, is used by the SAG leadership personally, is called “China White” looks like white powder. The other is called “Black Tar”, looks like roofing tar.

I don‘t know for sure, but I think that when heroin is made from the Afghan Poppy fields, where French and Canadian terror soldiers killed and replaced all of the US Military that has been sent over there especially for the purpose the (that) the impostors would kill them, to protect the source of the terror heroin, while also insuring that there are fewer and fewer US Military who can stop the terrorism ... I think when the heroin is produced, it makes a ratio of “China White” to “Black Tar” as part of the process, something like 90% “Tar”, and 10% “China White” is the outcome of modern heroin production, but I am not certain about that. Whatever the case is about the two kinds, is SAG prefers the “China White”, they keep that for themselves, while the terror army rations are mostly “Black Tar”.

The use of the word “China” to say “Old Knowledge” or “Real Knowledge” is partly because of the heroin, where it is said that heroin makes you “See God” when it’s injected. That, and the Heroin itself is considered to be a female, a “Heroine” of a female God. So, it gets more complicated than just to say “China means Real Knowledge”, because real knowledge is a hero.

Real Knowledge (China) is what can stop 90% of all terrorism on Earth, by enlightening the Russian Mother of all Hoaxes, and burying it in real truth based on old, real, knowledge.

Pirates hate knowledge, they hate truth, but love heroin.

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5:29 pm:

Learn to read terror comm:

This says there will be “More Winter” very basically speaking.

So, “Ground Hogs Day w/shadow” is part of the message. (add six; load revolver)

Also, it’s Chinese. “Ground Dogs Day w/shadow, load revolver”

(SAG news media insists that Chinese people eat dogs, so, Ground Dog is a lot like Ground Chuck, we don’t really know why they put Chuck through the Butcher’s Mill, but, they did, and it’s 80/20 Medicare Grade Chuck. Personal Health Insurance is often said to be a firearm for protection, so, “Load Chuck” where Chuck is a Medicare Beneficiary, and is turned into Ballistic Gel. Medicare Chuck is Down Range)

Terror comm is a life or death affair when presented mainstream on Twitter by major news media Verified Accounts. That is the most important part of this terror comm reading. Twitter MUST be taken offline permanently in order to slow down the Global terror take over of the world.

Google is too big to fail, so, Google MUST be taken into custody of Global Security forces, people who are opposed to captivity, people who are opposed to being subject of forced surgical experimentation. It needs to be made to work correctly, while taking Google apart to form smaller monsters, ones that are far easier to maintain control of.

https://twitter.com/washingtonpost/status/1360030885777723393

There is more to consider about Chuck.

The winter, according to Washington Post Terror cell on Twitter, is to continue in the “Lower 48 States”.

CRAP rules are applied, that means “US Advertising Industry”. In the Advertising Industry, first year students learn about CRAP rules for making an advertisement pleasing to the eye, so that the products and services offered with advertising will look bigger, better, more attractive, luring, will be “sexy” and thereby sell the items.

C ontrast

R epetition

A lignment

P roximity

The tweet from WAPO is heavy on the Proximity parts of CRAP, while specifying the advertisement presented. (see news about a Democrat Political Party [AARP] terror comm Twitter story about a Billboard presented today, to know that Advertising and CRAP are important today. Advertising is an extension of Screen Actors Guild)

It’s a perspective statement, “Lower 48“, always has been a perspective statement. North (Canada) is on top, that puts Continental USA in the Chuck position, from view of Justin Trudeau’s front window, Eastwood Guitars is there by default due to the northern compass setting, that puts Eastwood to the right, in the trees. Eastwood is to the left from Trudeau’s window, to the right for those in USA looking at Trudeau. That position puts Eastwood Guitars out in the Atlantic Ocean, on a boat.

Here is the Eastwood Boat:

It’s a Canadian Chinese Knock-Off of a Japanese Guitar from the 1960′s.

Ichiban Sharkfin K4L (it’s personal, Eastwood representatives at Hugo Hitching Post General Store, about one and one-half miles north east of where I am, are called to service at my house with that advertisement, to come kill me, by order of Justin Trudeau terror cell in Quebec Canada.)

Almost all of the guitars Eastwood makes are Japanese Chinese Canadian Knock Off guitars. no one has ever called them out for being the pirates that they prove to be everyday. Clearly, that is a pirated guitar.

This one is part of the same ad, it means Justin forwarded the commands he got, to Eastwood, from the Vatican.

Also, that statement about “this photo is for illustration purposes only” is complicated, means a whole bunch of different things when presented to the people it’s supposed to reach.

One: A sketch of a threat that was made against Mr. Tracy of Thunderbird’s (the Pope; The Jim Dunlop; The Flying V pirate ship; The Vatican)

Two: It’s “Adobe” is the house of an “Indian”. It’s “Vector Graphics”, that means it’s an Aerial command, is Bernouli, is French, is Doppler, has a delay built-in, comes and goes, is female.

Three: It’s Tierra Rejada; It’s Ronald Reagan Library; Is Simi Valley; Is an airplane from the White House inside of the Ronald Reagan Library; It’s a lot of personal records on the 118 Freeway all laying around and looking like the aftermath of a mob of Trump supporters who raided Nancy Pelosi’s office ... paper everywhere, lampshades all turned sideways; It’s that piece of that old statue that was left in the rubble on the floor of the capitol building (see Twitter news to catch up with me here, I am down range and exhilarating at this time, making truth known); It’s “Afterswords” based, is from the Benedict Vatican.

Four: The “illustrator” statement is about Bob Hope; Is Charles Manson being too close to Rocketdyne, then killed, and that other guy put into the fake prison to lure in others who might know about Bob Hope, USO Mass Murder Entertainment aboard ship, and MK Ultra Hijack; It’s about a man by the name of Gottlieb, and is about “Alouette HQ, Ann Wilson, Leon Russell, Ted nugent, Elton John, and Mama Cass to name just a few; The illustrator statement is deep, goes to Richard nixon, impeachment, and a big hole in the ground where US Military was tossed into in Vietnam by order of Lindon B. Johnson, and a lot more.

Five: The illustrator statement says that the current Trump Impeachment is spelling out details about terrorism, and exposure of lies told to cover it all up for many decades. The Illustration statement says to look at Twitter to see the newly presented artifacts that are said to be part of the fake Trump impeachment, where those videos and written dialogue are there to inform terror operatives what specifically to lie about if they are questioned by authorities about things that have absolutely nothing to do with the impeachment, and everything to do with global terrorism, and especially USA takeover.

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7:23 pm:

From here, in Hollywood or Nashville, you could go up the command chain a short distance to get to Disney Micheal Eisner and everything in between, or, you could follow the sideways path in any direction to get to underground places where US Military service men and women, and kidnapped US School children are forced to undergo experimental surgical procedures.

These guys are in the center of “Partner” production and distribution.

Take a few whacks at them on my behalf.

https://vintageking.com/?adlclid=704f429de56519b1eb1922b81139ebdb&msclkid=704f429de56519b1eb1922b81139ebdb&utm_source=bing&utm_medium=cpc&utm_campaign=%5BADL%5D%20%5BBrand%5D%20Vintage%20King%20Audio%20(Exact)&utm_term=vintage%20king%20audio&utm_content=Vintage%20King%20Audio

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7:45 pm:

This is a Zakk Wylde waiting to happen:

Lamb of God...

I feel a belch coming on. Must be time for some lamb chops.

How do you get to Petaluma?

“Practice with your arm.”

Strong’s Terror cell member pictured above. Balls not included.

Reminder to US Public Safety:

Years ago, maybe twenty years ago, nsa was right on that guys tail, ready, armed, gonna take him out, but, they were fooled by the local sheriff, who works for God, works for pirates. The sheriff told the nsa that what they needed to do, was crack the code about why Speed Racer and his Mach 5 was important. The sheriff claimed he did not have the necessary resources to provide the county with detectives, so, he was not able to crack the code about why Speed Racer and the Mach 5 are important terror communication tools.

So, just remember that when you catch up to the local sheriff and his friends in Petaluma, Hollywood, Medford, and Vatican City.

Give my regards to John, likely to be at or near 3747 Russell Road, at Strong’s terror cell, a “SAG House”, any minute now.

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8:10 pm:

Explainer:

SAG/Aftra

These guys, all of every kind of entertainment everywhere, and the extension of services they rely on, engineers of all kinds, lawyers, doctors, artists, construction and demolition, textile workers, food cart drivers, and vineyard operators, all inclusive, are the source of 90% of terrorism on Earth.

There are no non-terror affiliates among them.

Remember the “Roasts” that were presented on TV in the 1960′s and 1970′s?

That was SAG Housekeeping. That is the time when the Chinese Laundry was hijacked, the Chinaman was taken as a slave, and the One Hour Martinizer took over, Dean Martin, Frank Sinatra, and their personal token smoker, Sammy Davis Jr. who was just a little guy they toted around to make a point.

The Roast was a national, global effort to make sure that there were no non-terror pirates in the Screen Actor Guild or in any of the extended services or professions they rely on.

SAG is 100% COVID Compliant. There are no exceptions. Those who won‘t go along with the show, are killed. They are sent to the 27 Club. But first they all get one chance to comply, that is with a tactic called Twighlight Zone. Those who resist going COVID are subject to the most bizarre, horrible, absolute insane events that take place around them, until they comply, or die trying to survive the Twighlight Zone.

What you need to do, is understand that there cannot possibly be any non-COVID compliant people left in the entertainment industry, those people are all long gone, weeded out decades ago.

So don‘t say I didn‘t try to warn you about that when some asshole tells you about the free two-week tropical cruise they will give you featuring Kenny Wayne Shepherd and Joe Bonamassa, and don‘t be swayed by Britney Spears or Taylor Swift on the Cruise Boat to the Tropics either, they are all SAG, all have a job to do, and that job is to toss the nsa overboard, and replace them with a recommendation from national Sheriff’s Association after the SAG Bob Hope Coast Guard is unable to locate any victims of having fallen off of the boat.

national Sheriff Association is in the “Shoe-In Business”. They changed their Twitter header about a month after the first time I exposed that. There was photos of a horse race, and jockeys there at the national Sheriff Association Verified Twitter Account, ones that spell out what sort of services they provide.

nsa is in the nsa business for Shoe-In Work at a national level, from the county.

Don‘t take the Shwagg. There are no friendlies in the entertainment business, they float Titanic boats, just exactly so they can sink them.

To see an example of a light version of a Twighlight Zone done to a SAG Entertainer, all you have to do is look at Ozzy Osbourne and that “Reality TV Show” they gave him.

First remember that Ozzy Osbourne is a big fish in the entertainment world, so, he is not going to be easy to make disappear, but, they can and did put cameras all in house, they were everywhere. You have to also remember that he was removed from Black Sabbath first. Then, look at Ozzy Osbourne’s medical history to see how many spinal surgeries he was subject to from being beat up so many times. Mr. Osbourne was opposed to what he had learned about the music industry. The first thing did to him, was they tossed Sharon at him, to control what he does, where he went, who he spoke to, and what he said to others.

Put yourself in the shoes of someone who is an entertainer, a famous one, with cameras forced on you every minute of every day, to get a small glimpse of Twighlight Zone treatment. They edited out the parts when the camera man beat the living daylight out of him after exposure to poison gasses in his house.

See how he spells the title they gave him:

Is it: “Prince of Darkness”?

Or is it: “Prints of Darkness”?

I say it’s the latter, because he tried to explain things to people that don‘t understand real terrorism, and he left some Prints of Darkness behind in doing so, and got a reality TV show as booby prize.

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9:18 pm:

This Twitter Trend about the bald YouTuber is about Joe Satriani. Joe likes to put on Josephine County Sheriff Uniform, the whole thing complete with badge, gun, vest, taser, and Police Interceptor, all supplied to him by the local sheriff. Same thing Robert Duval and others like them do when on SAGClubMed heroin Junket Murder Fest in Oregon.

Robert Duval goes by the name Deputy Duvail when he does his house to house terror looking for little girls to rape.

Satriani uses the name Aaron Porter when he dons the sheriff suit.

Satriani is not picky about what kind of suit he will wear, he is perfectly OK and protected when he puts on the Josephine County Courts Bailiff Uniform while inside of the courtroom at a hearing while Honorable Judge Patrick Wolke is jockeying the fake video feed from people associated and are said to be witnesses in the hearings in Josephine County, They use pre-recorded testimony played on a video screen in the courtroom while Bailiff Aaron Porter makes sure that no one makes any noise about the bullshit presented by Pat Wolke.

That is small potatoes compared to what happens inside the jail, where fake arrests bring victims into a controlled environment and assassins are sent into the jail with weapons to kill the mark while inside the jail.

There, inside the jail, all of the people who look like jail population are all actors, none of them are real people arrested and serving time. They are all there for show.

Inside of the jail there is a processing area, where the new arrivals are brought and have to wait in a small confined area until the jailer is ready to process them through and into the main population. In the past twenty years I have been in there three times. Each time, the same two men were in the processing area, and each time, those two men asked me for help, and said that they were real police held in the jail processing cell.

The last two times were about ten years apart, and each time, the same men where inside of the main population area. Both times I was in there, there were the same men, saying the same lines, doing the same activity as the time before, ten years earlier. I estimate fifty of the men were the same people in the main population. Each time I was there, I was arrested for things that did not happen. Many police broke through my door to take me to the Josephine County Snuff Jail, where I had to fight against famous rock star musicians who were sent in there with weapons to kill me, but were killed in defense when I fought back.

So, be advised that the Trend is about Satriani. He has a big scar on his arm where I fillet him when he attacked me at my gate, and another scar from a sword he was stuck in the face with while inside of Pat Wolke’s Courtroom and he attacked me in the courtroom, room #3 I think it was, I explained it when it happened I think, read the account to find it.

The same people are always in the lobby at the courthouse also. If you need to go to any of the offices that are at the courthouse you are likely to see the same people in the lobby that you saw the last time you were there, and they respond to the presence of outsiders the same way each time someone who is not part of the Courthouse terror cell shows up there. Same activity, same spoken words, same clothing ... same, same, same every time I have needed to go to a county office at the courthouse. The one on 6th and C streets in Grants Pass Oregon, 97526.

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10:19 pm:

I have absolutely zero control.

Twitter plays the Twighlight Zone mind game. This is one of the ways they do it to an individual.

The account and others I once had are suspended, they make it look as though the account is active. I cannot get a new Twitter account unless I get a new telephone number. Twitter requires a telephone number to have an account. You can sign up without using a phone number, and the account will work for a couple of days, then, the account will have a big sign when you log in that says:

“Ooops! Something went wrong. You need to tell us who you are by providing a current phone number so we can send you an access code”.

So, without a phone number to track you, to hunt you down to kill you with, you cannot have a Twitter account. You can have a suspended one to use for reading the “news”, but you cannot make new Tweets with a suspended Twitter account.

If you do have a suspended Twitter account, you can use that account to reach the terror bastards who operated Twitter. All you need to do, is choose any Tweet that is of interest, then, pretend to make a comment, just start typing in response to any Tweet, you can write a whole book if you want to, the text you write will be highlighted automatically as you begin to write more than the amount of characters that a normal Tweet is composed of. When you do that, the terror bastards at Twitter can see what you are writing, so, you just keep on writing as a response to any Tweet of interest, and soon, you will understand that the terror bastards at Twitter can read what you wrote from within a suspended Twitter account. You cannot reach anyone else, and the terror bastards at Twitter will never ever under any circumstances provide anyone with any help of any kind, ever, no matter how much you beg them to call national Security, they will only ignore everything you said about that, while they learn more about who you are, and where you are, so that they can send the correct assassins to your house.

10:49 pm:

Twitter Trend:

“Legacies airing on the CW”

When ever you see “some bullshit is airing on The CW” what is really happening is Google picked up some RADAR that looks like it might be someone writing something online that could possibly be about the Holy See or about the “Kill & Replace Terror” that Google is part of.

I think the “Airing on The CW” trend is automated, comes from a Bot that searches the internet for collections of key words and phrase.

They make it sound so warm and fuzzy, the CW trend comes across as if it’s your old friend, “The CW is airing... Ohh Goody, I love the CW” is how the psycho’s at Google are presenting that particular kind of terror communication. It advises millions of well equipped smart phone jockeying special iPhone App soldiers to hone in on what kind of information was revealed, so that the correct local ISP operators can send the correct assassins to the people who are writing so much truth online about the Vatican and their Kill & Replace tactics.

“Ohh goody, the CW is airing, I can‘t wait to see what is on the CW”

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11:13 pm:

This is a good place for a reminder about “I am airing it out” French Canadian specific terror set-up scenario, is wide-spread, broad-based and universal in size and scope:

Briefly. “I am airing it out” is spoken to a intended, marked mail victim by a French Canadian female terror assassin who is working with others nearby and is recording the conversation that takes place.

One example I have encountered numerous times is from the replacement of Susan Peterson, who was the local mail carrier for the route on the street I live on. If I happened to be outside when the mail arrived, I would walk over to where the mailboxes are at, and wait for the mail car to drive away, during that time, the Susan Peterson would strike up some chit chat, and speak quietly, I have step closer to hear what she is saying, while the motor is running on the mail car, so, that is when I can clearly see that it’s a fine summer day, is warm outside, and the Susan Peterson is not wearing any underwear, so, eyes go there, then she says: “I am looking for a watering hole on this route, just so I can take a 30 minute break sometimes”. So, a response like “Yeah, it’s awfully warm out these past few days” is responded with “That’s why I am airing it out like that” and the view opens up a little more.

That is when I step the fuck back. I am no fool.

“I am airing it out” is a dangerous proposition, should be avoided whenever the words “I am airing it out” are spoken with a wide angle view, and a search for a watering hole for 30 minutes sometimes as a broad-based message, especially when spoken by a mail carrier professional.

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11:11 pm:

“The CW” again.

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11:38 pm:

This one says Los Angeles times has enlisted Walmart terror cell to “Turn up the gain“ (it means they are going to play dirty) and to have Pacific Power Corp turn off my power, at least temporarily.

The time stamp from Twitter is only there to dazzle you with diamonds while they baffle you with bullshit, a double whammy of terror lies is presented with the Twitter time stamp.

https://twitter.com/latimes/status/1360122469496012801

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11:54 pm:

It’s all custom tailored.

I’m going to refrain from doing the text part of the decode, but the visual part is a two hole, could be birdie on the putting green, and it taint worth makin’, is miniature golf at the Putt-Putt back 9.

https://twitter.com/ReutersUK/status/1360108621892378624

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Mystic Messenger : Day 1 ~ V Walkthrough (FULL ANSWERS)

I worked all alone - I cheked each answers ~ Please be considerate.

Like, reblog, or do nothing, but please don’t copy/paste it and claim it as your own… I am on my own and spent a lot of time to do this.

If you are on phone, please setting the page to be seen in the computer version! On the phone, the answers are sometimes unaligned and it can confuse you...

In order to not bother and annoy my followers who don’t play this game by this looong post, I’ll put a seperate line. Click to see.

Before starting the guide, I have a few things to say about that day 1 !

Day 1 in AS is different than CS and DS :

In Casual and Deep Story, Day 1 was common, but in Another Story, it’s different ! So be careful !

Mobile version makes my walkthrough unclear/unaligned : here my post

We don’t get enough hearts :

There are a LOT OF ANSWERS who don’t give any hearts. Here is my theorie : to get a character’s route you have to collect their hearts. In Deep Story, collecting hearts will make a difference if you want to have Jumin or Seven. But in Another Story… There is only one route available! And V is rarely on ! If Cheritz would have followed the Casual/Deep story and give hearts at each ANSWERS for Zen/Yoosung/Jaehee/Jumin/Seven in the Another Story, we would all have the bad ending because of the lack of V’s hearts. That’s why a lot of answers give nothing, it avoids the mass of bad ending I think.

But careful, we can have answers that lead to the bad ending :

It’s not because the answers give no hearts that they have no meanings. It’s a bit obvious that more we will hint that RFA’s members are characters of a game and we don’t take things seriously more we will get close to the bad ending. You have two types of answers :

- “I will help as much as I can ! I’m so sorry I can’t tell you a lot… I hope we will be friends. Yes, I want to know more !…” : good end

- “Ehhh then it will be easy to raise my love meter with you ! Wut, me ? I live in your heart!… I thought it was a romantic game, not a detective game…” : bad end

00:00 : New face [Yoosung, Zen]

Yoosung, right? Nice to meet you^^ (nothing)

Hi, blonde Al! How are you? (nothing)

Nothing hehe. I meant that you’re cute! (nothing)

I know that u are Al lol (nothing...)

Yes (nothing)

Nothing really – but it looked like he cared for me. (nothing)

We talked about something fishy hehe (nothing)

I heard your omelet sucks (nothing)

He seems to be suspecting me somewhat… (nothing..)

No- (nothing)

Why are you so nice to me? (nothing)

I also wanna have fun with you on this app^^ (Yoosung)

She was beautiful, she was determined, she was so cool! (nothing)

About 300 years. (nothing)

For 205 days. (nothing)

I haven’t met her yet. (nothing)

I don’t have to meet her to know her^^ (nothing)

I think you’d know her better than I do… (nothing)

I know that she’s a good person. (nothing)

She’s a bad person! (nothing)

Because I was told to say that? (nothing)

It’s a secret- (nothing)

Let me skim through the game guidebook. (nothing)

Oh, nothing^^ (nothing)

I’m afraid I can’t say. I didn’t see what it was like myself… (nothing)

You must be frustrated, Yoosung… (Yoosung)

Is this a detective game? I thought it was romance. Guess I was tricked. (nothing)

Pleased to meet you^^ (nothing)

Thank you, my the-most-handsome-in the-world prince… (Zen)

Wow this game is really nifty lol (nothing)

I am a multitasker. Lol It’s my speciality, actually. (nothing)

This messenger is the game lol (nothing)

Tell me more about Rika and V- (nothing)

So both of you trust me right? This will be easy to raise the love meters^^ (nothing)

Yes, please tell me more.(nothing)

Can you just give me a summary? (nothing)

Don’t you think V is trying to cope with his emotions where you can’t see him? (V)

Isn’t V the head of this association ? So if he’s not active right now, doesn’t that mean parties aren’t held a lot? (Yoosung)

So are you saying he faked her death? I think you’ve seen too many movies, Yoosung. Or dramas. (nothing)

I wouldn’t trust V. (Yoosung)

I would trust V. (V and Zen)

That’d be 5 million won per answer. (nothing)

Sure, I’ll tell you everything ^^ (nothing)

But it’s getting late. Why not take your time? (nothing)

I’m sure there was something bad… That others weren’t aware of. (nothing)

I’m not sure either. (nothing)

I think the act if questioning isn’t so bad^^ (Yoosung)

Yoosung, calm down and take a break- (nothing)

When do I get into the romance part in this game? (nothing)

That doesn’t sound scientifically convincing. (Yoosung)

Yes agreed. Be an iceman! (Zen)

Come on, Im not a nuisance- (Yoosung)

He’s right. You should stop whining and go to bed. (nothing)

You should hurry up to bed, Zen… Your skin will suffer. (nothing)

Okay^^ (nothing)

(Zen calls)

02:12: Jaehee’s Doubt [Jaehee]

I couldn’t sleep (nothing)

I’m usually up at early in the morning (nothing)

So this character called Jaehee Kang is set to work until late… (nothing)

You mean you work until this late? (nothing)

You’re researching about me ? I don’t like the sound of that… Can’t you just drop it? (nothing)

I can’t tell you. I promised I won’t tell. (nothing)

I’m not sure where I am right now, either. (nothing)

You can ask me. (nothing)

I’m inside your heart! (nothing)

I can see the polar star out of the window ! (nothing

Someone installed it for me. Someone I know. (nothing)

That’s a secret. (nothing)

Somebody that created you? (nothing...)

I got it from the store lol (nothing

Buddy - can you make me a card? (nothing)

I know how desperate you are, but I don’t have much that I know. I don’t even have a card. (Jaehee)

I’ll report you if you check my background info! (nothing)

I’ve never seen her. (nothing)

I’ve met a guy of my type, but his name wasn’t Rika..- (nothing)

Please don’t suspect me, and let’s just be friend. T_T you’re asking me too much. (nothing)

What does he want to know about me? (nothing)

Then he could have called me lol (nothing)

Then I’ll analyse Mr. Han too! Lolol (nothing)

I want to know more about the RFA. I hope you can teach me a lot. (nothing)

I know it, this game is a treasure box of secrets. (nothing)

Okay. (nothing)

I’ll work hard too. So please don’t be so wary of me…! (Jaehee

I’m going to stay up some more! (nothing)

I’m about to head to bed. Good night! (nothing)

06:30: The Open Sea Between () and [707]

A sparrow!!! Chirp (nothing)

Good morning! (nothing)

I wanna get some sparrows. I wanna get u too. (707)

Good morning ^^; (nothing)

Did you work all night because I joined? (nothing)

Your characterization is funny lol (nothing)

I wanna have some donuts. (nothing)

It must be hard for you… And lonely… (nothing)

Not today... (nothing)

Yes I did! (nothing)

I usually don’t have morning meals. (nothing)

I wish I could tell you where I am… if only I knew where I am… (nothing)

Yes, maybe…? (nothing)

I walked into this place on my own, so it’s not kidnapping. (nothing)

You’re going to search about me? How bold^^ (nothing)

I wanna try on your glasses. (nothing)

Try me (nothing)

I should get a yellow glasses and paint it with a pen (nothing)

Instead of glasses, what about VR headset? (nothing)

It’s a secret lol (nothing)

Did I get it from the store? Don’t remember… (nothing)

I’d like to be a hacker and hack the love meter for all character to maximum level. (nothing)

It’s a secret! (nothing)

Allow me to open the bag of chips for you. (nothing)

Introduction, please. (nothing)

Just a member 1 (nothing)

A cute pretty magical boy!! (707)

I’m afraid there’s nothing I can give you… (nothing)

I’m [Name]. I’m really enjoying this… That’s it I guess? (nothing)

Why the polar bear? (nothing)

Good job working hard. Good night^^ (nothing)

08:26 : Cats and Dogs [Zen, Jumin Han]

Zen! Good morning. (nothing)

OMG! My phone is emitting sunshine all of a sudden!! (Zen)

Hey. (nothing)

Welcome, Jumin! (nothing)

Both of you can leave. I wanna be alone… (nothing)

You can leave, Zen. (Zen’s heartbroken !!)

You can leave, Jumin. (Jumin’s heartbroken !!!!!!!!)

I’m in a princess’s room, and my bias installed this app for me^^ (nothing...)

Sorry, I can’t tell you more… It’s a secret… (nothing)

I wish I could tell you, but I can’t. It’s a rule… (nothing)

I understand. But this is my first day, so can you be a bit gentle? Hehe (Jumin)

Please… interrogate me, Jumin. (nothing)

Don’t be scared of me and love me ! (Zen)

I don’t believe in instinct lol (nothing)

I’ll trust your instinct, Zen^^ (nothing)

Let me gather my ki for some. Hiyaaa! (nothing)

It must be because of difference in your personalities. Let’s just put it that way- (Jumin)

I want to be friends with everyone… (nothing)

I wish to keep my secrets…. Please understand. (nothing)

Isn’t it illegal to check my background without my consent? (nothing)

I think you’ll be able to trust me after some time… And once you trust me, you’ll start dating me! (nothing)

I understand. Nobody would leave suspicion out in this situation. I’m also frustrated that I can’t tell you a lot. (nothing but good answer)

Do you know the definition of the word modesty ? (nothing)

Jumin, you rock! (Jumin)

But you should think about the welfare of your co-worker. (nothing)

That right. Jaehee’s free to work or not. (nothing)

Good luck on your work, Mr. Han (nothing)

See ya- (nothing)

With what kind of person do you go along well, Zen? (nothing)

He seems weird lolol He’s funny. (Jumin)

I’ll let you borrow my ice… (nothing)

I think it’s time for you to win the Nobel Prize in Beauty. (Zen)

Goodbye, my good looking statue. (nothing)

Let’s chat again, Zen. (nothing)

11:46 : Importance of Meals [Jaehee, Yoosung]

I only eat twice per day. (nothing)

I don’t care how many times I eat. I’m the zealous believer in butter, chocolate, flour, and soft drink. (nothing)

Three regular meals each day! That’s my motto! (nothing)

I can eat up to 6 meals per day. (nothing)

What…? Why would you eat a lunch box from the convenience store? T_T You should really eat better… (nothing)

That’s one glamorous lunch box! (nothing)

Welcome, Yoosung ^^ (nothing)

She’s eating lunch box from convenience sotre T_T Waaah (nothing)

Is it because you’re frustrated when you think about V? (Yoosung)

Is it because I joined? (nothing)

You must be feeling really complicated. (nothing)

That sounds like a waste of your tuition. (nothing)

Don’t you think he did love her? He’s continuing the charity association founded by his lover… (nothing)

Their relationship is their issue. Don’t you think a third-party’s evaluation is really meaningless? (Jaehee)

What about Rika? Do you think she truly loved V? (nothing)

V has also lost his precious lover. He’ll be going through a hard time as well. You shouldn’t be so harsh on him. (V)

Perhaps V ans Rika weren’t that close. (nothing)

Evne if there really is a secret, he wouldn’t do anything that can harm the RFA, would he? (V and Jumin)

What secrets? (nothing)

I don’t know about Rika and V’s relationship… but you should first calm down. (nothing)

It feels unnatural that they didn’t share everything with each other. They’re lovers, you know? (Yoosung)

I think you should first calm down. (nothing)

Want me to feed you myself? (nothing)

That was the RFA chatroom, the den of a flourish of suspicions and conspiracy! (Yoosung)

Whatever it is you have to do, you should eat first- (Jaehee)

You should get something, Yoosung. How about a cup or tea? (nothing)

You should hurry up and eat, Jaehee! (Jaehee)

Im a bit worried about him- (nothing)

Jaehee, you should hurry up and eat too! (Jaehee)

No. (nothing)

Yes, I live alone. (nothing)

Good-bye! (nothing)

Enjoy your lunch, Jaehee (nothing)

14:08 : Zen’s Consideration [Zen, Ray]

It’s a pleasure to meet you. (nothing)

Hello- (nothing)

Cheer up T-T (nothing)

Did you make any mistake during your audition? (nothing)

Im sure a better role awaits you in the future! (Zen)

Just what kind of a musical is it? (nothing)

What is that musical about? (nothing)

Whoa… interesting! (nothing)

Sounds a bit cliché. (nothing)

That’s really a shame… (nothing)

You’ll feel better if you upload your selfie! (nothing)

Are you ok with roles that require you to go all nude? (nothing)

How about playing a female role? (nothing)

How about playing for a cat role? (Zen’s heartbroken!)

Could you introduce yourself?^^ (nothing)

I already know about you, Zen hehe (nothing)

Jumin Kim. (nothing)

Elizabeth the 4th. (nothing)

It’s Hyun Ryu. (Zen)

Soonja Kim (nothing)

I think it’s kind of embarrassing to call you Zen lol (nothing)

What’s V’s birth name? (nothing)

Can I call you honey? (nothing)

…? (nothing)

[Hacking scene]

Are you running a quick maintenance? (nothing)

Ray? (nothing)

You scared me! (nothing)

When are you going to drop by my room? (nothing)

I think everyone wants to find out my relationship with this person called Rika. What should I do? (nothing)

Yes, they seem to be suspicious of me a lot… But I think our relationship will improve soon! (nothing)

No one in particular. (nothing)

You, Ray^^ (Unknown)

The one who suspects me. (Jumin and Jaehee)

The one who trust me. (Zen and Yoosung)

Anyting, as long as it’s meat. (nothing)

Well done! (nothing)

Medium, please- (nothing)

Rare… (nothing but matching answer with him)

Could you first tell me what you like? (Unknown)

I’d like vegetables or something healthy (nothing)

See you soon, Ray! (nothing)

Bye! (nothing)

Perhaps the developer ran a quick server maintenance of something… (nothing)

Tell me about it. Is it some sort of a bug? (Unknown)

This is the arena of communication for all! (nothing)

Your selfie storage! (Zen)

It’s an ocean of mysteries and conspiracy! (nothing)

The most important cities of the entire world will be struck by a plague of zombies infected by your beauty… (Zen)

You’ll mark yourself in everyone’s lips in a mere day. (nothing)

Hehehehehe (nothing)

Don’t go, o lord of a shameless beauty… (Zen)

Uh…ok…now I gotta go. (nothing)

16:33 : Dear Party Coordinator [Yoosung]

Are you pondering on the purpose of life or something? (nothing)

The weather is so nice today. (nothing)

Really? Right now I’m seeing a cloudy sky. (nothing)

Aren’t you staring at your phone right now to chat? (nothing)

Do your eyes really get better if you look up at the sky? (nothing)

I already heard enough. (nothing)

Yes, please. I think that’d be a great help. (Yoosung)

I’m interested in the networking part! (nothing)

Are V’s work famous? (V)

Is that part of my task too? (nothing)

Where are those letters now? (nothing)

Will I do a good job for her role? (nothing)

I’d love to meet her myself… It’s so sad that she’s no longer there. (nothing)

Are you sure that was a good kind of charisma? (nothing)

Are you mistaking me and chatting with me for someone else? (nothing)

Did your friend text you? (nothing)

He has a school assignment to share? (nothing)

I think I smell fried wings (nothing)

Bye bye (nothing)

See you, Yoosung! (nothing)

18:17 : I need healing time [707, Jumin]

Ex-boyfriend (nothing)

An ant…? (nothing)

You, 707 (nothing)

Oh yummy (nothing)

I see. (nothing)

Ugh I almost unfriended you (nothing)

Ewwww!!! (nothing)

Zombies (nothing)

Hackers (nothing but it’s the good answer)

My one and only love? (nothing)

So can I start my reports with u? (nothing)

It’s not929764. (nothing)

Do I have to press all of those numbers? (nothing)

0.007 (nothing)

Lucky 7% (707)

You must have tons of work T-T (707)

Nope. None of my business. (nothing)

… (nothing)

Meow (707)

Hehe… (nothing)

Pssssh…. (sound effect) (707)

I’d love to see your cat! (nothing)

Why not summon me instead of Elly? (707)

I think it wouldn’t be good to the cat if her environment changes. (Jumin)

That can’t be true! He’s so nice and persistent! (707)

You shouldn’t torment animals! (nothing)

Lolololololol (nothing)

I’ll be your laser beam playmate. (707)

No wonder the cat hated it so much- (Jumin)

You’re gonna shut out your own member…? That’s sad. (nothing)

What about Zen? (nothing)

You’re really obsessive about Elizabeth the 3rd (nothing)

Sounds like a fair deal. (nothing)

I think he wants to play Yes or No. (nothing)

It’s an emoji that shows that your lips are zip locked (nothing)

That’s a bunny emoji (nothing)

Mmmppffff (nothing)

I don’t think he’s going to tell you. (nothing)

You seem to trust V a lot…. (Jumin)

If both of you trust V, you can just accept me for who I am, just like how V decided. (nothing)

Can I unzip them? (707)

I’m not sure either why V was accepted me so easily. (nothing)

That’s a great idea! (nothing)

Come on, there’s no way Jumin’s interested in cosplaying… (nothing)

But I think V would be embarrassed. (V)

I’d love to see it lol (nothing)

You must really love cats! (707)

You’re persistent… (Jumin)

Send my regards to Elizabeth the 3rd – (nothing)

Good-bye, Jumin! (nothing)

Looks like Jumin doesn’t hate V very much. (Jumin)

But why would you have a mint-haired wig, Seven? (nothing)

It’d be a phenomenon if he really does! Don’t you agree? (nothing)

Make sure you give me a copy of the pic if you take one! (nothing)

So shall we get on with it? Lol (707)

Good luck 707! The defender of peace! (707)

Yes, we’ll chat again, Seven. (nothing)

20:02 : Subject of Interest [Zen, Jaehee]

ZEN!! (Zen)

Seven (Seven)

Jumin! (Jumin)

I’ll cosplay the members of the RFA. (nothing)

Welcome Jaehee ! (nothing)

Zen is my bae too ! I think I’ve found a buddy. (Jaehee)

Jaehee, are you in charge of the papers related to RFA as well ? (nothing)

Are you organizing what you found about me ever since I joined the RFA ? (nothing)

Cruel is the reality… But if you do your best, I’m sure you’ll find happiness someday! (Jaehee)

I believe such aspects should gradually improve… (nothing)

I’m sure there’s a reason to everything and everyone. It’s kind of tricky to perfectly tell apart different tasks and occupations, you know? (nothing)

So all I have to do is to invite as many people to the party and raise the scores for my meter, right? Lol (nothing...)

Please let me know if there’s anything I can do to help! (nothing)

I understand that you can’t trust me yet. Let’s be friends nice and slow ^^ (Jaehee)

Your psychological settings are so complicated. Must’ve been shaped with extra great care. (Unknown)

But that’s the only thin I was told about too… I’m not sure what more I should tell you. (nothing)

But why is this place off-limits to outsiders ? Seems like an ordinary chat room to me lol (nothing)

I understand you, Jaehee... (Jaehee)

I’m not a bad person ! It’s just that I have a whole lot to learn! (nothing)

I’m sorry. I have a good reason, but I can’t tell you what it is. (nothing)

My game might be over if I tell you. It’s a secret! (nothing)

I’m a bad person. (nothing)

I’m being exploited…? (nothing)

How come? (nothing)

Oh, save me, my prince! I’ll be waiting ! (nothing)

No one’s exploiting me. I’m just here to have fun with you all! (nothing)

This initial setting is a bit tricky. But that’ll make the progress of the relationship more rewarding… (nothing)

I hope you’d start to trust me more ! (nothing)

Your looks are already more than enough help to the entire world. Lol (Zen)

Jaehee, I believe we’ll be able to trust each other soon. Good luck wrapping up your work! (Jaehee)

Time for your preening, Zen! You gotta make yourself an international treasure! (Zen)

…. (nothing)

You do make sure your facial porse are open before you move on to the cleansing part, right? (nothing)

I use soaps… (nothing)

Why? (nothing)

Bye, sexy. (Zen)

Byebye (nothing)

(Jaehee calls)

21:34 Richness in Wine [Jumin]

Good night. The stars are beautiful. (Jumin)

Welcome, Jumin. (nothing)

Good day? How come? (nothing)

Do you like wines ? (nothing)

You do a lot of business ! (nothing)

You got you deal ! Congrats! (nothing)

Maybe they want to have you as their model. (nothing)

Maybe it’s a paparazzi! You should call the police! (nothing)

It’s not a scandalous photo, is it? (nothing)

Congrats! Are you going to say yes? (nothing)

I thought they would offer something like this to Zen – (Zen)

Jumin, you’ve already got talents! Now you’re telling me you’ve gots looks as well? T_T (Jumin)

But aren’t you delighted ? (nothing)

Tell me about it. Did you tell them where you live? (nothing)

I think the question is not whether you’d be a fine model, but what would be the efficiency in relation to the budget. (Jumin)

Yes, absolutely ! You have this luxurious atmosphere. (Jumin)

I’m curious, too. Could you let me know the results once they come out? (nothing)

Looks vs business talent…? Whichever wins, I think it will return as a compliment for you. (Jumin)

I think the model doesn’t matter when it comes to the success of your company’s investment. I think the key is whether the wine itself tastes fine. (nothing)

A gift isn’t bad, but I think what V needs right now is a friend, not a wine. (V)

I see that V likes wine too. (nothing)

What were you two like in the past? (nothing)

What if both of you model…?! (nothing)

I’m sure those days will come again. (nothing)

Did Rika also like wine ? (nothing)

Jumin… (nothing)

Don’t worry. I’ll make sure to finish this as a happy ending. (nothing)

You two are such a good friends! (Jumin and V)

I’ll help too. (nothing)

Do you have an automatic timer installed in your head by any chance? (nothing)

Maybe something’s happened to her ! You should hurry up and go! (nothing)

Personal note : If you want to call Unknown after that chat, do it ! He will answer 😉

23:25 : Intriguing Person [V]

Oh here comes the final boss (Unknown)

Wow! It’s V…! I’m so thrilled to see you! (V)

You two make a lovely couple. (nothing)

Is that you and Rika…? (nothing)

I’m not sure, either. I was simply told to host parties. (nothing)

It’s all a secret. Shh! (nothing...)

I’m just an ordinary person. (nothing)

You must be curious about my world. (V)

Can you see anything different through your finder? (V)

I’ll call the police if you violate my portrait rights. (nothing)

They were so wary of me. (nothing)

They all looked so nice. (V)

Is Rika that someone for you, V? (V)

The purpose of my life… is my bias… (nothing...)

Are you warning me right now? (nothing)

This advice sounds like the result of your own experience. (nothing)

What? Is this a bug?! (nothing)

V? (nothing)

Goodbye. (nothing)

Let’s talk again, V. (nothing)

Visual Novel [Ray]

Come in. (nothing)

I was about to get to bed. (nothing)

I was playing the game. (nothing)

I’ve been waiting for you, Ray. (nothing)

The Als kept suspecting me, so it wasn’t fun. (nothing)

It was fun! It felt like talking to actual people instead of Als. (nothing)

Don’t you have a cheat for this? (nothing)

The white hair, red eyes… I think the musical actor is the best-looking. (nothing)

My favorite is that meticulous-looking secretary with glasses. (nothing)

I like that red-haired guy with glasses. (nothing)

I think the cute blonde boy is my type. (nothing)

The black-haired man in a suit with a temper. (nothing)

Looks like you don’t like them, Ray, though you made these Al characters. (nothing)

Now that we talked about games, I want to talk about you, Ray. (nothing)

(V calls)

Day 2 - V is here.

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