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blackmissfrizzle · 5 years

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The Sacrifice

Summary: Dean finds out the reader is a virgin. Based on 3x12

Characters: Dean x black!reader

A/N: So, I’m basically doing a series rewrite of my favorite episodes. This is is based on the the reader’s and Dean’s relationship through the years. Its based on A Match Made in Hell Series. I’m not doing this in a linear order, but I’ll make a separate masterlist for this series and put the fics in order.

When you get the chance, you’re putting a bullet right between that British bitch’s eyes. Bela had managed to steal the colt and get the boys arrested by Agent Henricksen. The only reason that you weren’t in a cell with the boys is, that Henricksen could never physically tie you to the boys except for your Stanford connection with Sam. So, all he could do was call you to “consult” on the case.

“Where are you going Agent Y/L/N?” Henricksen stopped you on the way to the cell. At the sound of his voice, your body immediately went stiff. Agent Henricksen wouldn’t be too bad if he wasn’t so focus on locking up Sam and Dean, but you also understood from his point of view. With his limited knowledge and evidence, it all points to the boys being devil worshipping, psychopathic killers.

“To talk to an old friend and try to figure out how’s he connected to all this. That’s what you wanted me here for, right?” You cocked your head to the side, annoyance clear on your face.

Henricksen slowly approached you, trying to make himself seem bigger to intimidate you. Too bad for him, nothing scares you anymore, but you won’t let him know that. “Yeah, I brought you here so I can see your face when you see that your best friend and your boyfriend are finally locked up in a maximum-security prison.” He searches your face a reaction, but you didn’t give him one. “It may take me awhile, but one day I’m gonna get the evidence and then it’ll be you sitting in a jail cell.”

Throwing up the peace sign, you sauntered off. “Good luck with that, Henricksen,” you yelled over your shoulder.

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“And why is that a good thing?” You questioned Dean after hearing him brag to Sam that they got a hit out on them.

“Because we’re awesome, that’s why.” You rolled your eyes at his arrogance. “Hey, why didn’t the demon go after you?”

In a blink of an eye, you flashed your eyes to black. “Oh, I forgot, you’re their precious half demon spawn.”

Ignoring his little snub, you pointed to Dean’s gun shot wound. “How’s the shoulder?”

“Eh, I’ll live. That’s if we don’t get killed first.”

Sam rolled his eyes at his brother before turning to you. “Is there any way you can get us out of here, Y/N/N?”

“No,” you sighed deeply. “Henricksen’s watching me like a hawk. He’s ready to throw me in a cell with you guys.”

“Well, ain’t that just peachy,” Dean muttered to the side.

The sheriff walked in on your discussion. It seemed that he was in a daze as he unlocked the boys’ cell, ordering them to leave. All three you were suspicious, and the boys refused to leave.

Before you could order the sheriff to get out Agent Henricksen came to do the same. However, nothing got settled because Henricksen put a bullet in the sheriff’s head.

Sam wrestled the gun away from him and began performing an exorcism while you and Dean held back the deputy.

Right before Sam sent the demon to hell, he screamed that it was too late and that more were coming.

“I shot the sheriff,” Henricksen confessed.

“But you didn’t shoot the deputy,” Dean joked, which earned him a kick to the back of his knees from you.

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*Dean’s POV*

My eyes find her while I’m in the office with Henricksen. She’s talking to the secretary with that warm smile on her face that magically seems to calm everyone down despite being in the worst of situations. I’m too damn worried about her to focus on anything else despite the fact she needs no protection and can kick my ass to kingdom come.

“Scratch that. You just don’t have your brother. You got Y/N.” Henricksen interrupted my thoughts.

“We’re not together. Just friends.” I admitted, even though I wanted so much more than that. Its just my luck to fall in love with a girl when I have less than a year to live.

“Okayyyyyy.” Disbelief was soaking in his response. “What’s the deal with her anyway? How does a rich kid like her end up hunting with you two?”

I stopped cleaning my gun and gave him a hard glare. “Not my story to tell but know this: she’s probably our best way out of this situation.”

Henricksen was about to say something when we heard a loud crash outside. Both us plus everyone else ran to see Ruby caught in the Devil’s trap. Raising his gun to her, Henricksen asked how we kill her.

“We don’t. She’s here to help us.” Sam forced Henricksen’s gun down and opened the Devil’s trap. Me and Y/N traded annoyed looks. Neither one of us could stand Ruby. Y/N just kept her annoyance quiet unlike me. It was already hard to trust Ruby, because she was a damn demon, but if sweet Y/N doesn’t like someone then that’s a major red flag.

*Reader’s POV*

Great, there’s 30 demons out there ready to kill Sam and Dean. You’re pretty sure you could get through all of them, but you’ll be pretty banged up in the end. You were tuned out of the conversation, figuring out a plan of attack until you heard Lilith’s name.

“Lilith?” you repeated to Ruby.

“Yup. And she really, really wants Sam’s intestines on a stick. ‘Cause she sees him as competition.” Ruby informed us of Sam’s new nemesis.

“You knew about this?” A very pissed off Dean questioned Sam. “Well, gee, Sam, is there anything else I should know?”

Before they could get any further into an argument, you intervened. “Sam, you should’ve told us. Lilith’s no joke.” You weren’t gonna let Sam off the hook, but also you weren’t gonna rail into him like Dean was trying to.

Sam ignored Dean and looked to you with a face full of guilt. “How do you know about Lilith?”

“My dad talked about her all the time. He always told me that me and her could be a force to be reckoned with.” Just the thought of the many talks you had with your father had you bothered. He always tried to make it appealing that you were some kind of demonic second coming. At least this talk you remembered was helpful.

“I thought your parents were dead?” Henricksen asked.

You looked over shoulder and threw out, “My adoptive parents are. My real dad’s a demon and alive.”

Henricksen, Nancy, and the deputy gasped. You forgot that they just learned of the existence of demons and your lineage could be a bit troubling. “Relax. I’m only half and hate demons probably more than anyone else in this room.” The three of them eyed you cautiously, but that calming effect you had on people led them to believe you.

“Well, now that we got that out of the way. Where’s the colt?” If you had tea at that moment, you definitely would’ve been sipping it. Both of the boys tried to avoid Ruby’s gaze and when she looked at you, you furrowed your brows at her for even questioning you for losing it.

“It got stolen.” Ruby just about had a bitch fit when Sam admitted the truth. She was one insult away from you punching her in her gotdamned mouth, when Dean pulled you back and shook his head no.

But, thank the lucky stars, Ruby knew a spell. It would blow the demons out of the bodies, including Ruby, so it didn’t seem too bad; until she said she needed a virgin, specifically a heart of a virgin. And sweet Nancy still wanted to go through with it, but you couldn’t let an innocent sacrifice herself.

“I’ll do it,” you blurted out. All eyes turned to you and everyone was surprised except Sam. He remembered when you confided to him back at Stanford that you said that you were waiting til marriage.

“No way. Come on, you, you watch porn and you tease me all the fucking time.” Dean claimed.

“One, how else am I supposed to get my rocks off? Virgins are horny too. And two, its fun to see you turn red.”

Ruby seemed a little too happy with your decision to sacrifice yourself, but everyone else was heavily against it, except Sam. Dean tried to dissuade him, but you and him knew it was the best option.

“It’s my decision, D,” you told him.

“Damn straight, cherry pie,” Ruby replied with a smirk.

“Stop! Stop! Nobody kill any virgins!” Dean grabbed your hand and pulled you away and ordered Sam into a hallway for a talk. Normally, you made yourself scarce when they had these talks, but you guessed since you were offering yourself up, Dean thought it must’ve been a good idea to include you.

“Tell me you two are not seriously considering this.”

Sam and you both traded solemn looks. It sucked but it was necessary. “And we’re also talking about 30 people out there, Dean, innocent people who are all gonna die, along with everyone in here.” Sam argued back.

“It’s a numbers game, Dean. 1 life vs. 30. If you were in my shoes, you’d do the same.” Hell, Dean already did it. He’d offered up his life for Sam’s. How the hell is this any different?

“It doesn’t mean we throw out the rule book. I’m not gonna let that demon bitch kill the kindest person I know, who I might add hasn’t even been laid!”

“Then what? What do we do, Dean?”

“I got a plan. I’m not saying it’s a good one I’m not even saying that it’ll work. But it sure as hell beats killing our virgin best friend.”

“What’s the plan,” you and Sam asked simultaneously.

“Open the doors, let them all in, and we fight.”

Dean’s plan may be a little crazy, but it could work. Ruby was pissed at the suggestion and left. Her plan would for sure leave everyone alive except me. Offended that we didn’t go with her plan and refusing to watch us lose, Ruby left.

It worked. Dean’s plan actually worked. We were able to trap all the demon’s inside the station and played a tape of Sam saying the exorcism. It helped that you could hold 10 demons on your own, so the rest were left to Sam, Dean and Henricksen.

“Coming with?” Dean asked before him and Sam left.

“Nah, I gotta stay. Technically, I came with the FBI now I gotta write a report on how you two died on the helicopter. Yay me!” You hated writing reports and now this one was going to take longer, because you and Henricksen had to get your lies together.

The boys gave you a sympathetic look and made you promise to contact them once you got home before they left.

The remaining of you, began cleaning the station when a little girl came into the station. Your spidey senses started tingling and you moved a bit closer to Nancy. The little girl said she was looking for two brothers: one’s really tall and one’s really cute.

When Nancy asked her, her name, she responded, “Lilith.” You tried to attack the her, but soon you felt two sets of arms around you and you were teleported out of the station. It was your dad and his lackey, Brixton.

“Get off of me!” You yelled, just in time to see the police station overcome with a blinding white light.

Deep in your soul, you knew Henricksen and the rest were dead. What other reason would your dad save you?

“Calm down, princess.” Brixton said, fighting you off.

It wasn’t beneath your father to use dirty moves, so he grabbed you by your curls and threw you to the ground. “Calm your ass down, before I make you tell me where the Winchesters are and kill them myself!”

Quickly, you got up and wiped the dirt off you. “Why’d you save me?”

“Lilith’s orders. And I suggest you get used to the idea of a life without the Winchesters. Dean’s year is about to be up, and Lilith is gonna kill Sam sooner or later. Its just a matter of time.”

“Not if I can help it.” You claimed.

With a sweet kiss to the top of your head that betrayed his demonic nature, your dad whispered, “It’ll happen. Save yourself the heartbreak, baby girl.” And just like that he disappeared.

*Dean’s POV*

Sam and I were relaxing when we heard a knock on our motel door. It was Ruby. Damn, will we ever get rid of her? I’m tired of looking at her bitchy face.

As usual, she came in bossing us around. She told us to turn on the news. Supposedly, there was a gas main rupture that led to explosion at the sheriff’s station. The news anchor said everyone died, but one person did survive.

Please let it be Y/N, please let it be Y/N, please let it be Y/N, please let it be Y/N, I thought. It may be shitty, but I couldn’t bare the thought of losing her. Henricksen, the other FBI agents, the deputy, the sheriff, and even the freaking virgin secretary were dead, but I didn’t see Y/N’s face on the screen.

Just as Ruby was railing into us, there was another knock on the door, and I ran to open it. There she was standing there, tears running down her face. Probably feeling guilty that she was alive while the others were dead.

“I couldn’t save them,” Y/N whispered before her knees buckled. I caught her just before her she hit the ground.

Ruby threw us some hex bags that’ll help get Lilith off our trail. But I wanted to throw it back at her, just to get her to stop complaining how our plan sucked ass.

“And now look, your precious little virgin is having a mental breakdown, because even she knows you guys messed up.”

“Leave.” I ordered. I wasn’t gonna let her upset Y/N anymore than she already was. Ruby got one look at my deadly glare and took the hint, that if she didn’t leave right at that moment, she’d be dead. Sam followed her to make sure she leaves and to give me and Y/N some space. Over time, me and Y/N grew closer, especially now that Sam’s all buddy buddy with Ruby. It wasn’t unusual for her or me to go to the other to find comfort after a bad hunt.

This time I had no words for her. As much as I was hurting that we couldn’t save Henricksen and the rest, I think I would be hurting much worse if it was her, we lost instead, but I can’t tell her that. So, instead I just held her until she cried herself to sleep, hoping that in the morning I can find the right words.

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nurseofren · 4 years

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Keeping Your Promise - Chapter 17 (NSFW)

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Title: Reminder

Words: 6300

Summary: Did you really think it would last forever?

Warnings: Dubcon/Noncon, inappropriate use of the Force

ST Rambles: I don't even know what to say, so maybe I just won't say anything. Oh brother, 'tis almost time, y'all. Strap in, the ride is about to commence.

[Masterlist]

There was hesitation in the gesture, knuckles faltering just before they made contact with the durasteel door. It’s not like the knock would come as a surprise; you’d arranged to meet with Mason a little over a week ago, stalling the interaction as long as possible in hopes of avoiding the conversation it entailed. There had been no other exchange made over the week, only a few messages shared to decide when and where he wanted to talk, as he had put it; Mason had given no indication of the contents of the discussion he had planned, nothing that could aid in forming pre-made answers to whatever questions he would surely – and rightfully – have since Kylo Ren had made him a pawn in a game of which he was unaware.

In the time since Mason’s cryptic text, you had made a purposeful effort at snubbing any thoughts of your Master; the sight of his signature, indicating the prohibition of your practice on any patient other than him, blared red in its memory. After hours of tachycardic deliberation trying to make sense of it, which ultimately ended in a few tear-stained pillowcases and more than a couple headaches, you concluded it was a pointless pursuit. Kylo Ren did what Kylo Ren wanted; he was never required to explain himself, and you were sure if you asked him – especially in the throes of the rage he’d inspired – whatever answer he might provide would only create more questions.

Since the stormtrooper hub was off limits, your days had vacated whatever routine they may have once held. In the wake of avoiding Mason and mentally blocking Kylo the only thing you could focus on was the impending doom which the trial promised, imagining how your decapitated head would sound as it hit the floor with a dull thud, wondering if its echo would be audible through the live broadcast. The thought crept into your subconscious, filling your nights with nightmares of every legal way of execution the First Order recognized – electric guillotine, fatal injection, or the rather malicious way of exploding a solo transport shuttle in the depths of space. Every slumber offering a new plot with the same inevitable ending.

In honoring a self-set pact, you wouldn’t allow yourself to quell the terrors by getting off to lascivious thoughts, the ones which threatened to appear whenever you would accidentally think of how your Master had left you. He had just come from signing your rights away, and there was nothing in his demeanor that indicated he saw anything wrong in his actions. He didn’t, you were sure, but acknowledging that fact only tightened your jaw and twitched your nose, your tongue buzzing with every practiced speech you’d imagined in your free time.

Between all that currently plagued your mind you barely had time to fret over returning to your own residence; although you didn’t want to credit Ren with any good thing, you couldn’t ignore the fact that you felt safer knowing the new security that’d been installed – which, to your surprise, included a whole new door – was only accessible using the keycard he’d provided. Well, essentially; in one quick trip from the cafeteria you’d bumped into a stormtrooper and lost the original card, having to take an afternoon to get a replacement coded to the new identification system.

There was limited power in the technological safety, your nights filled with intermittent shallow bouts of paranoid sleep, never getting more than three unbroken hours before jolting up and scanning the room for intruders. It wasn’t an ideal situation, no, but at least you had somewhere to go, relieved you didn’t have to ask Mason to crash again, grateful you didn’t need to skulk back to Kylo Ren after he’d figuratively spit on any prospects you might’ve had at redeeming yourself in the eyes of the Board of Physicians.

Now, though, the buffer of time had come and passed, your watch indicating it was ten minutes past the agreed upon meeting time. Three of the ten had passed as you stood here, stalling the unavoidable interaction while simultaneously feeling guilty for being late. Delicately tapping the tips of your knuckles to the door, you hoped maybe Mason wouldn’t hear and you could later explain that you had shown up but he hadn’t been there. Though, that plan quickly turned to dust when you were met with the injured eyes of your friend.

It was alarming, the sight of him; Mason had always been one to keep himself together – showering every morning, shaving afterward, dressing even if he wasn’t to leave his residence – but he looked as if he’d been picked over by Sand People and mauled by tauntauns afterward. Every exposed span of skin was spotted with varying shades of yellows, browns, and reds; the veins which resided beneath the flesh of his anterior forearms punctuated in their color, bruises trailing along their paths as if the vessels had burst. The same trailed up both his carotid arteries, face splotched in an appalling show of healing hematomas. The worst of his pained exterior resided in and around his eyes, his sockets deepened with a crude shade of yellow, his sclera streaked with tiny branches of broken blood vessels.

“Hey,” was all he said, his voice straining against the words.

There were no words that dared to leave, instead your mouth hung open with guilt and silent horror; this was your fault, these were the true consequences which Kylo Ren had informed you of. Even as your bruises faded, your neck freshly free of your Commander’s lavishing, you felt new ones – internal and empathetic – rise eagerly to ache in their absence. This should be you, Kylo had said, the knowledge that this was your misplaced punishment thickening your throat with strangled regret, silently regarding how monstrous this show of brutality was. Condemnation tightened your jaw, mostly for Kylo Ren, but reserving a small portion for your own keeping, cursing yourself for being tricked by the temporary humanity he’d exhibited the very night he’d wrought the massacre before you

All you could think to do was reach out to him, your hand pressing against his cheek, your eyes pouring into his own as a torrent of shame ripped through you. He flinched away from your touch, teeth sucking in a seethe of air as even the featherlight graze prompted his recoil.

“Oh, I’m so… I’m sorry, Mason.” The apology came in phases as your hand shot away from him, not sure how you could express how pained you were to know you were responsible for his misery.

He hobbled from the door frame, gesturing you past him. “It’s not like this – whatever it is – has anything to do with you.” He coughed out what sounded like an attempted laugh.

“What do you mean? It has everything to do with me.”

His residence was littered with the remnants of a week spent in bed; there were blankets spilling in disarray over the couch, the floor spotted with piles of clothes, a distinct path cutting through the living space and leading back to his room. Mason was never the type to stay still if he didn’t have to, but from the looks of it he hadn’t left here since Kylo Ren had ordered you away from him.

“So you know what happened, then?” The door hissed shut behind him, his gait unsteady as he walked past and gingerly sat down.

You stared at him in disbelief, unsure if he was being serious or not. “Mason, you aren’t making any sense.”

“Don’t you think I know that?” He was frustrated, fingers twisting into his short strands.

“Okay,” you said, joining him on the couch, “you need to explain what’s going on because I’m getting worried, like, drag-you-to-the-emergency-hub worried.”

“I don’t know what’s going on. That’s what I’m saying. I just – I woke up on the ground the morning I messaged you, and I…” His face was drawn in concentration, like he was trying to see through concrete; he shook his head, a sharp breath leaving him before he turned to you. “I lost time.”

There was a thick veil of some indiscernible emotion etched into his eyes, a fog of shame and fear and disbelief. It wasn’t completely unbelievable to consider his brain had checked out during the torture he’d endured, though he should still be able to remember fragments of it.

“Lost time? Like, you blacked out? Or what?”

“No. I didn’t black out. I remember that feeling too well.” He blinked past memories of his university days. “This feels like – damn, I feel crazy even saying it out loud.”

“You’re not crazy. Trust me, I’d know,” you attempted to make him laugh, earning a slight twitch at his brow. “C’mon, tell me. Please.”

“And I even told Soto about it and the best he could suggest without any imaging was some fugue state. But that just doesn’t seem right because-,”

“Mason.”

He leaned back on the couch, crossing his arms and huffing before observing you. “I feel like whatever I’m missing, whatever I can’t remember – I think it was taken from me.”

“Taken from you?”

“That’s the only way I can describe it. Like I know something happened, but I just… it’s gone. The last thing I remember clearly is you telling me about the trial. And then when I woke up I could barely breathe without shaking in pain.”

Though you tried to hide it, your face was covered in the knowledge of what happened – or what almost did – soon after that discussion. This was why you’d been so nervous about coming here; you’d expected and anticipated an agonizing conversation about the advances made that night, fearing how you would have to explain to him that you didn’t feel the same. But, for him, nothing had happened; to Mason, the only thing he was aware of was how deep a hole you’d fallen into.

In your silence, his face fell with mortification. “Did I do something?” He sat up again, grunting as the shift ground against his muscles. “I mean”—his eyes scanned over your expression before you could fix it into nonchalance—“if I did do… something, was it…”

It didn’t feel right not to tell him about the almost-kiss, especially when it was obvious he knew exactly what it had been even in the absence of memory, realizing he’d thought about it before that night. The tops of your cheeks heated, your eyes quickly evading his as indecisiveness overtook you. What harm would it be in him not knowing? But what would come if his ignorance was temporary and he learned you’d lied to him? How would it appear if he found out you’d left him that night to suffer alone, going with the Commander of the First Order in the late hours of the night to some undisclosed location for some unknown reason? There was too much to consider in such a short amount of time, your thoughts loud as your silence led him to assume extremes.

“Is this all—” he gestured down his mottled arms and over his chest “—is this your doing? Because, damn, I’d like to know what-,”

“We didn’t, uh”—the idea that he thought you could, or would, ever do this to him under the pretense of sex brought a rejective shiver, your hands grasping at your knees to dig tension into them –“no, we… nothing happened. I mean, not really. Nothing so… violent. At least.”

There was no relief on his face, only a continued gawk of confusion, like some part of him had wanted you to be the one responsible for his markings, like it would be easier for him to accept that than any other explanation. “Then what happened? You said earlier that this had everything to do with you. Now I’m just completely lost.”

“Do you really think I could bang you up this badly?”

Mason’s face faltered in and out of pink, a blush leaving as quickly as it had come. “I don’t know. Maybe,” he swallowed, mouth slightly quirked at the corners. “I don’t know what you’re into.” When he considered you for a moment too long, you spoke just before he could say anything further.

“I would never hurt you like this, or at all, ever. And it is hurt, nothing more than that, so you shouldn’t read into it.” As you spoke to him, you listened to yourself, realizing you may need to take your own advice.

“If we didn’t…” He left your stare for a moment and cleared his throat before returning. “You said ‘nothing so violent’. What does that mean, then?”

“We didn’t have sex,” you said, needing to state it outwardly to make yourself crystal clear, “but you did almost… kiss me.”

The bewilderment in his expression was catalyzed into something you perceived as the beginnings of hope, something too cruel to offer him when you knew what you said next would just as quickly eviscerate its existence. “I couldn’t go through with it, though.”

When the words left you, his posture shifted and you could’ve sworn you heard the quiet chaos of violin strings being plucked in half. “Oh.”

“If I hadn’t come here that night, none of this would’ve happened,” you explained, chewing at your cheek as you did. “That’s what I meant earlier. And I’m sorry.”

Grateful for the distraction, he took a deep breath, one he’d seemingly forgotten about for a while, and shook his head free of the charged moment. “That still makes no sense to me.” He concentrated on the bruises ascending his forearm as he traced along their yellowed path.

It occurred to you that Mason’s memory loss wasn’t such a mystery, noting that the interruption that had caused it held many capabilities of which you were sure you weren’t aware of, capabilities he only ever used for his benefit. In light of this realization, bone marrow boiling thinking of the convoluted rationale Kylo had in robbing Mason’s recollection, you felt compelled to take it from him, to steal whatever power he had in the action just as he’d stolen your ability to practice. It was a fine line to walk, though, taking an inward moment to consider how to leave out your involvement, self-preservation taking precedence over the vehement abhorrence which your Master had a knack for inspiring as of late.

“That night, just after our – well, whatever it was,” you said, focusing on his arm as he did. “Commander Ren came by to inform me of an appointment I’d forgotten about.” It wasn’t a complete lie, just an altered retelling; at least that’s what you told yourself. “One minute you were right in front of me, and the next—” you looked up, staring at the metal wall which had once held Mason’s outline, your pause prompting Mason to follow suit “—you were screaming in pain.”

Mason’s eyes focused on the area longer than yours did, finding him mindlessly rub the back of his head, the information slowly rationalizing every ache residing in him. “I’d never been so scared or pissed in my life. I knew he was ruthless, and maybe at this point I shouldn’t be surprised, but what he did to you is just,” Mason looked back to you, hands falling down to his lap, “it’s inhuman. And I don’t believe you’ll ever comprehend the amount of guilt I feel for causing it.”

He rasped your name, his face scrunched in disbelief. “How has this psychopath convinced you that any of this is your fault? No, please tell me you know this is his doing. I won’t accept your apology because it shouldn’t be coming from you.”

A petty huff of air left you, amused at his last statement. “Well, if you’re expecting one from the Commander, you shouldn’t hold your breath.”

“I know better than that,” he said, taking your wrist in his hand, fingers falling over the ghosted remnants of your bindings from that night. “I also know that you don’t deserve whatever mental warfare you’re going through. Tell me you know that, too.”

Although he wasn’t aware he’d said them, you distantly regarded the truth he’d spoken that night: I know you, the words founded in fondness faded between you, recognizing the opportunity this moment presented. Before you spoke, you took his hand and clasped it in your own, a preface of reassurance. “I know, Mason. Thank you, though, for reminding me who I am.”

Seeing the yearning that resided in his eyes might have shattered your heart, knowing full well how dull the knife of unrequited feelings was, yet you found solace in the fact he was putting himself aside to be comrade, just as you had when he’d needed the same in years past. Mason knew you best, and there was nobody else you would ever trust so entirely with your life.

“I know it’s such a bad time and I feel selfish even thinking about this right now, but it just feels like the only time I’ll have-,”

As you had earlier, he carried you back to reality by the sharp interruption of your name, eyes wide and hand shaking your own. “Spit it out already.”

“I got the run down on my trial last week and they’re allowing me to choose one person to testify in my favor. You’re the only person I would ever want to speak on my behalf.”

His face lifted with his full, toothy smile, yellow crinkles forming at his eyes before he remembered how painful happiness was to express in his state; his cheeks fell in retraction, his laughter at his forgetfulness prompting your own. “Why did you even think you had to ask? Yes, I’ll take the stand for you. No question about it.”

For a moment, you let yourself forget as he did, leaping up and hugging him to you with voraciousness, listening to his squeaks of suffering as you rocked him side to side, feeling his arms pat against your back in acceptance or rejection – you were unsure which it was. A knock was the only thing that pulled you out of the tangible state of glee, your heart falling as your eyes did, only relaxing when you regarded the distance your radar reported.

“That’s probably Soto,” Mason said as you stood at his side. “He’s been keeping me up to speed on my patients and assignments. He’s actually early today.”

“I guess I should go. I’ve got a whole lot of nothing to do today, anyway.”

“Aren’t you down at the stormtrooper hub when Ren doesn’t need you?”

Eye twitching at the memory of your nonexistent practice, you sucked your teeth. “There isn’t enough time nor patience in the world for me to talk about it right now,” you sneered, leaving his hand as you headed for the door. “But I’ll tell you about it later. Maybe tomorrow, if you wouldn’t mind my company?”

“Hm, I’ll have to check my schedule,” he feigned, tongue dripping in sarcasm.

“You wound me, McCarty. Y’know that?”

“I kid. Yes, come over. I’d love some company.”

“Oh, so I’m just some company to you, now?”

His brow arched in challenge, a playful light in his eyes. “What? Are you waiting on some grand profession of my love for thee? Thought you said you couldn’t go through with it, huh?”

“Okay, I’m leaving now.” You figured it was best to stop him before he read too much into your banter.

“Hey, hey,” he called you back one last time, your hand wavering above the door’s indicator. “Where have you been staying this past week? Aren’t you being stalked by that Robbie idiot?”

“Actually, that’s not an issue anymore,” you said, dancing around how that fact came to be. “I’m back at my place.”

“Oh. Good. I would offer my place again but—” he gestured towards the disheveled room “—I’m afraid I can’t offer the best amenities at the moment.”

You smiled at him, fingers splaying towards him as to say goodbye. Before you could turn away from him completely, though, he jolted in place and called you back. “One last thing, I promise, alright?” He gave you a sheepish smile before you crossed your arms in response. “I know you don’t pay attention to the First Order’s calendar, but there’s a mandatory rally in a month or so. It said something about the Republic and some weapon. I don’t know. Just thought you’d like a heads-up.”

With that, you left him with a thank you, taking a short moment to greet Dr. Soto, regarding the rather large stack of paperwork he held tight to his chest. For a second you envied Mason, noting he at least had work to keep up on in his leave of absence, inwardly shrinking as you thought of the empty hours awaiting you at your residence; this made you savor the walk home, counting the footsteps between each tile conjunction, taking time to greet those you passed, stopping for a moment to observe the routine marching of grouped stormtroopers through a glass panel. At one point you found yourself standing in the center of a massive floor mosaic of the First Order’s emblem, turning slowly as every one of the sixteen spikes aimed towards you, noting the irony of its red nature.

It was the longest you’d ever stretched the walk out, twenty minutes passing before you arrived at your door, its clean, unmarked face mocking you; yes, you were safe behind it, but at what cost? Your career? Your sanity? Doing a final sweep of the hall, your eyes rolled as you swiped the ID-lock and stepped past the hydraulic threshold, dropping your stuff on the credenza just inside the door. To delay your boredom even longer, you searched and found the email Mason had referenced, mentally noting the rally was only two weeks before your trial.

“Would you like to tell me why you were with the physician all morning?” A voice came from the shadows, your heart falling as a quick yelp left you. “Or do I get to go digging?”

Collecting yourself, you were overcome with pure, refined wrath as the unaltered voice of an unmasked Kylo Ren ground against your ear drums, a trigger for every thought you’d restrained to rain down all at once, your skin heating before any coherency would form in your mind. Flashes of Mason’s injury mixed with those of your Master’s signature, both images reinforcing your resolve to accept none of his usual antics.

“No, I’m perfectly fine with telling you how I met my friend, completely bludgeoned and partially brainwashed, to explain to him what happened on the night that had conveniently been erased from his memory. Though, you already know all of this, so why would I waste your time, Commander?”

Walking further into the room, your arms coiled to your chest, you couldn’t see him in the main room, finding his helmet propped on the coffee table. Stomping through to your room, you found him sitting on the edge of your bed, hands clamped onto the curve of the mattress, face flat and cold.

“Oh, I should also mention I went to see him so I could use the disgusting amount of free time I’ve been allotted in the wake of my practice being barred. Gosh, I just keep telling you things you already know.”

“Hm, that explains it.” His tone matched his demeanor, offering no emotion.

Keeping his eyes, you walked past the threshold and in front of him, an arm’s length away. “Explains what?”

The tip of his tongue lit between his teeth before he spoke, his focus never settling on any one of your features. “You’ve been avoiding me. In more ways than one.” His eyes stuck on your pelvis just long enough for your pulse to pick up before coming up to yours. “I’m right, aren’t I?”

“Why would I want to think about the thing that infuriates me?” There was too much disdain for his distractions to work.

“You said you were worried about the Board. I acted in your favor.” He reached out, hooking two fingers into your waistband. “Where’s your uniform?”

Ignoring the uproar between your legs, you grabbed at his wrist, his errant apathy twisting your face with disbelief. “How is dismantling my career and nearly killing my friend acting in my favor?”

He ignored your opposition, pulling you closer to him, feet dragging with reluctance. “I didn’t bar your practice, and I didn’t kill your friend.” He took a breath, another hand coming to peel into your pants, two fingers skimming at either hip.

“Are you even listening to me?”

“I didn’t catch that last part. What’d you say?” He looked up at you, his stare feigning confusion.

Astonishment left your mouth to hang open. “Are you – what,” you stuttered out, his brow coming up in challenge. The bastard was cracking jokes. “I do not have the time or patience to deal with you right now.”

He kept your stare as he pulled you forward, your face just barely above his as he sat. “Tell me,” he dipped his face into your neck and kissed your name into the buzzing skin, “what is there to deal with?”

So his strategy was to seduce you into your own bed? Was he just choosing to ignore the rolling waves of rage you knew he could sense? “This isn’t going to work this time.”

His nose skimmed against your collar bone as the fingers at your hips began to pull down, his lips falling against the hem of your neckline. He had placed you between his spread legs, the inside of his thighs hitting the outside of yours, his warmth nearing you towards the tiniest crack in your resolve. Still, it wasn’t enough to forgive all he’d done since that night. To keep focused, you let your mind run rampant with thoughts of Mason’s pain, replaying his screams over and over to keep away from giving into Kylo.

“Why do you insist I have a goal in mind?” His teeth grazed down your jaw.

“Why did you ban me from practice?”

“Your only assignment is me. I didn’t take anything from you that you needed.” He slipped your pants down your thighs, leaving your panties behind as the waistband fell to your feet. His fingers wrenched into your hips trying to pull you into his lap.

“If I can’t practice, the Board can’t get a good judgement on my competency and I’ll have no chance at keeping my license.” You brought your hands to his shoulders, pushing off of them with considerable strength, feeling as they flexed beneath you.

He continued his pursuit to pull you onto him, ignoring your objections, trailing his nose from your inner clavicle, out towards your shoulder, and ghosting it down the curve of your covered chest; when he met the base of your breast he nuzzled into you, a soft grunt leaving him, the sound venom to your resolve.

He hummed against you. “That’s exactly why I did it.” One hand skated beneath your shirt, your muscles drumming beneath his touch.

“So you want me to lose my career? Isn’t that counter intuitive? If I can’t practice, I’ll be replaced.” His admission fortified your efforts, feeling stronger as your lust fell into your earlier anger.

“If you can’t practice, you can’t mess up, and the Board can’t hold things against you that you didn’t do.” His head swiveled to your other breast, teeth biting at you through your top.

That hurt. That pulled you entirely away from his machinations. He may trust you with his life, but apparently not with anyone else’s. There was no hint of remorse or even awareness in his tone; he found nothing wrong in his statement, like he blatantly agreed that you held no medical competency. Taking one hand, you buried it into the base of his skull and pulled back on his hair, tearing his face from your chest.

“Are you fucking kidding me?”

He looked more annoyed than angry, like he couldn’t process how his words had stung. “Do you want to rephrase that question with professionalism in mind?”

“Professionalism? You don’t get to lecture me on proper workplace behavior when your face was just buried in my tits two seconds ago.”

His head tilted before he spoke, eyes narrowing in question. “I don’t get to?”

The room spun before you had a chance to object, your back hitting the bed and bouncing as the springs sounded beneath you. Propping yourself up on your elbows you looked for where he’d gone, finding him crouched between your legs, face cast with a new purpose. When hidden hands tore off your shoes, you watched his eyes as they drew knives into your chest.

“Take off your shirt,” he said simply.

An amused breath came from your nose. “No.”

Fingers bit into the bend of your knees, your eyes shooting to his. The way he looked at you was purposeful, your eyes reacting to his like a magnet, a slight pull behind his stare. “Take off your shirt.”

There was a wicked smirk creeping over his face before you could process what was happening; though you hadn’t sent any indication through your brain to abide by his command, it seemed your body was overriding your wishes and giving into his. Suddenly it felt like you were merely a consciousness residing within a solid form, arms pulling your shirt off and additionally reaching behind you remove your bra. It was bizarre, watching yourself from within, having no control over your actions, screaming at yourself to stop. But you couldn’t, your arms tossing both articles to the side as you felt the chill of the room spread over your exposed breasts.

“You need to understand that I can do what I want—” he took his hands from your knees “—when I want—” he stood from between your legs “—how I want—” he stared down over you, his gaze admiring what his handiwork had uncovered “—and I don’t have to explain myself to you or anyone.”

One of his hands fell to his belt, undoing the fasteners before it dropped to his feet, moving on to unfurl the layers of his uniform to grasp at the erection they’d been containing. Standing back from you, hips angled forward, you watched as he trailed one finger down the prominent vein residing under the shaft. In reaction you wanted to clasp your thighs together, wanted to relieve the new thrumming between your slit, but once more you found you were only to view this event, your body under his complete control.

His other hand came up and motioned your eyes back to his, finding that same purposeful energy within them, feeling like you were floating through time. “Touch yourself.”

With no contesting, your hand lifted from the bed and involuntarily went to reach between your legs. “Oh, not there,” he said, adding a finger to his slow swipes, cock twitching at his touch. “Here,” he directed, the palm of your hand sailing over the warming skin of your belly, landing on and clutching into your right breast, soon kneading it to his will.

His throat bobbed, lips parting as the sight inspired a small groan in his throat. “Mm, look how obedient you’re being. Have anything to say, officer?”

What you’d meant to do was bark you’re demented, feeling completely infringed upon as your touch wasn’t your own; though, what came out resembled more of a garbled stream on nonsense, your tongue not complying to your direction either, lying flat against your teeth as you fought to form words.

Kylo snickered to himself, taking his length in his whole hand now. “Took the words right out of my mouth.” Your hand moved to pinch your nipple, the peaked flesh stiff between your fingers, the feeling simultaneously foreign and familiar, a squeak escaping you when he forced your nails into the sensitive tissue.

“I relegated your scope of practice for your benefit,” he said, his thumb pressing into his head and collecting precum before sliding it over his blushing dick. “I’m only concerned with preserving your life, the issue of your credentials means nothing to me; so long as you have contact with other patients you are open to liabilities I can’t control.”

With his will overtaking you, you found it hard to concentrate on anything but his fist, watching him fuck himself to the sight of your body completely at his beck and call, mouth salivating as the tip glistened in the low light of the room. You tried to fight him from within, trying to summon thoughts that would barricade you from the pleasure the mere sight of him brought. Kylo could feel this, you knew, your hand cresting back over your belly until your fingers crept beneath your panties and into your folds.

When your own finger brushed over the prominent nerves, you nearly convulsed, feeling like the touch couldn’t possibly be your own. Kylo’s mouth fell open, hand moving faster along his cock, grip tightening as your own hand bid his will. Not knowing the intentions of your own body felt like you had entered a state of half-consciousness, like you were an onlooker within yourself. Was this how it felt for him? The way your fingers glided smoothly along your sex, finding how wet you had gotten for him and by him; your body was a new frontier, seeing yourself through a touch that was yours but didn’t entirely belong to you.

Still, no matter how exquisite it felt having him fuck himself while also fucking you byway of the Force, you were determined to not lose your resolve, to focus on the fact that he’d taken so much, that he didn’t trust your practice, that he’d hurt one too many people you loved; it’s what held you back from the edge, like fighting to hold onto your last breath before letting the water infiltrate your lungs, letting it rapture your body in peace, accepting its power over you.

The pressure over your tongue had left, your words back in your control now. “If this is your idea of protection, I don’t want it! I’m fine on my own in my practice; I know what I’m doing. You’d know that if you would let me off this short fucking leash.” The words were a concoction of moans, whimpers, and mewls; the sentence singsong in your pleasure.

“If that was true, how’d you get here in the first place?” His words were shaking, the sound of his strokes along with your own filling the room with vigorous, unrefined lust.

If his obvious distrust in your clinical skill hadn’t burned so entirely earlier, maybe his newest words hadn’t have stung your eyes with furious tears. This was who had given you a reason to fight to begin with, and now he was rubbing your malpractice – which saved a life – in your face, bringing you toward a climax you didn’t want to give him. Between his disregard for your career, the way he’d enveloped Mason in injury, and how entirely removed he was from everything but himself, you found yourself a prisoner in your own body; not wanting to give into him, but feeling the pressure rise in you by the second, your cunt throbbing as unbidden fingers pumped into you at his command.

“I don’t want this,” you moaned, hearing him grow closer as you were.

Through slit eyes and tight teeth, Kylo groaned, long and deep. His second hand joined the other over his cock, tightening around himself, simultaneously making your fingers press down further, pump faster until they hooked into you, your lungs stalling before he compelled you into release. A seizing rapture of nerve firings and muscle contractions brought your chest towards him, a loud, feral roar leaving him before you felt a warm fluid streak over your bare skin; it crept down your abdomen, slipped down your tits and onto your sheets. When the aftershocks wore off, so did his presence, control returning to you as you folded into yourself, arms clinging to your chest, back hunching over your crossed legs.

“That crossed a line,” you whispered, focused on the floor, warmth streaming down your cheeks as you fought back sharp heaves of breath.

In your periphery he stared at you, face red and hair sweat-stuck to his neck, shoulders tiding with his lungs. “Let it serve as a reminder, then.” He was so distant, voice almost foreign, half of you wishing it was.

“Kylo Ren gets what Kylo Ren wants—” you looked up to him with shattered eyes “—I understand. Please just leave.”

Whoever stood before you, it was someone you’d never met. Or someone you’d attempted to forget or rationalize. Either way, a stranger stared back at you, eyes black and soul missing. He collected his belt and situated himself back to decency, all the while looking at you with complete emptiness.

“The physician bore potential as a witness; if he remembered any of what we’d discussed with him there, the Board would use him against you.”

“Please.” It was barely audible, tears now streaming down your neck.

In the last frame of his face, you saw a flicker of potential humanity, the inner corners of his eyes lifting just before he turned out of the room, his steps pounding through your residence before leaving completely. As the door hissed shut in the distance you fell back on the bed, the heels of your hands digging into your sockets as a hiccuped collection of sobs and shrieks left in broken breath.

This was rock bottom. At least you hoped it was.

#kylo ren smut #smut #ao3 #kylo ren fanfic #kylo ren imagine #kylo ren #kylo ren x reader #kylo ren x you #st kyp #I dont mean to be all mysterious I seriously am nervous as shit for the next 4-6 chapters #and then just the rest after that

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The Dark Woman

I guess you could say this is a sequel to lieselstark2′s meta about Sansa, Jon, and Daenerys representing an allusion to The French Lieutenant’s Woman. There will be some minor spoils based on leak speculation.

To summarize what lieselstark2 said, the trio each represent a character from the gothic satire book and movie The French Lieutenant’s Woman as well as its respective storyline.

Sansa is the dark woman - a tragic outcast who has been snubbed by society because of her rumored affair with a French lieutenant. Jon is a paleontologist engaged to the upper-class Daenerys who appears to be the heroine of the story, but is in actuality the foil to Sansa.

As for the storyline of The French Lieutenant’s Woman, it goes a little like this:

The paleontologist is an orphaned gentleman who visits the seaside with his fiance and sees the dark woman as she stares sadly out at the sea. He becomes curious with her and meets with her secretly three times even as he continues to court his fiance. The dark woman tells the paleontologist her story, and they form an emotional bond.

During this time, the paleontologist also learns that he may be disinherited from his uncle because his uncle has remarried a younger woman capable of having children. In a hilarious coincidence due to names, his servant, Sam, also falls in love with his fiance’s aunt’s maid, Mary.

The paleontologist falls in love with the dark woman and tells her to leave town. He then goes to tell his fiance’s father that his inheritance is uncertain, and the author of the book gives three possible endings:

The First

He returns to his fiance because the father accepts his lack of inheritance anyway. The two marry, but their marriage is not a happy one. He enters his fiance’s family business. This is considered to be the traditional happy ending for a gothic novel.

The Gods Flip a Coin

The author then inserts himself into the story and sits beside the paleontologist. He flips a coin to determine the order in which he will tell the other two endings. It is emphasized that are both as likely to be possible.

The Second Ending

The paleontologist returns to the dark woman and they have sex. He realizes she was a virgin the entire time, and he ends his engagement with his fiance and proposes to the dark woman by letter. However, Sam fails to deliver this letter and he is disgraced by his fiance’s father. The paleontologist’s uncle marries and the paleontologist does lose his inheritance when a child is born.

The broken engagement is so scandalous that the paleontologist goes abroad. The dark woman, having not received the letter, flees without telling the paleontologist where she is going. He has his lawyer look for her and finds her two years later living an artistic life with a painter. The dark woman reveals she has had a child by the paleontologist and there is hope that the three may become a family.

The Third Ending

The narrator turns back his pocket watch, and the events are the same until the paleontologist meets the dark woman. Their reunion does not go well because the parentage of the child is not made clear and the dark woman does not express a desire to continue the relationship. The paleontologist leaves and wonders if the dark woman was manipulating him the entire time.

The Previous Meta

Lieselstark talked about a death cloak as well as the opening of the book being tied to Game of Thrones very explicitly to the point it could not be confused for anything else. The meta writer also made a point that the first ending was clearly false and intended to be false because it was a daydream and not in line with the satirical nature of book.

The movie actually disregards the first ending entirely. The third ending is the “real world” of the actors playing the second ending. However, the allusion that D&D make is not to the modern storyline, but to the book storyline... meaning they are heavily hinting the second ending as the ending of the show even though it appears as if the first and third are possible (Jon marrying Daenerys and the now suddenly unexpected but accurate to the allusion of Jon going to the Wall).

I agree with lieselstark2′s observation, and I want to explore this allusion in reference to the final season.

I do not think GRRM intended this allusion, though I do think D&D chose to include it in the show because it helps to frame and foreshadow the ending. The French Lieutenant’s Woman is an older movie based on a novel of metafiction - exactly the sort of story writers D&D’s age would be interested in and be influenced by in the post-modernist era.

Where We Were in Season 7

Season seven starts out with Jon and Sansa ruling beside each other, but Jon ends up leaving to seek out Daenerys for support in the war against the Night King.

Lieselstark2 notes that Sansa has always been the dark woman, and I believe she was pointing this out because the original dark woman is the true heroine of the story. D&D have been subtly pointing out that Sansa is the true heroine of Game of Thrones and the foil to the false heroine Daenerys - because they know how A Song of Ice and Fire ends.

However, we do not see the obvious connection to the dark woman until Sansa is standing at the battlements in season seven, episode seven sadly looking out at the moors of the North while Jon is far away.

Let me explain the context of that scene, because it is a much stronger allusion to The French Lieutenant’s Woman than it appears on a superficial level, and I believe D&D are using the allusion to build Sansa’s character.

In the previous episode, Jon had gone on his infamous wight hunt and pledged his allegiance to Daenerys. Meanwhile, Sansa was plagued by Littlefinger’s schemes to set Brienne against Arya, ultimately leading Sansa to send Brienne to represent her interests at the dragon pit meeting.

Before Sansa’s scene, we have the dragon pit meeting and Jon and Daenerys talking about her cursed fertility amongst the dragon skulls. Once the dragon pit meeting is done, we see Sansa in her solar with Littlefinger. She is upset by the news of Jon bending the knee, and Littlefinger discusses the possibility of Jon and Daenerys marrying.

There is more to this scene than that, and the allusion to The French Lieutenant’s Woman is not the only thing going on, but it is clear that it is also being alluded to in this solar scene - Jon and Daenerys are the traditional couple expected in this storyline, though there is something else that is more difficult to pick up but also part of the allusion:

The rest of the scene has Sansa being manipulated by Littlefinger into believing Arya might kill her because Sansa is a threat to the Starks - an outsider because of her past decisions. It is unclear in the narrative if she caught on or not, but I believe she entertained the possibility and ultimately decided that Arya was her ally and Littlefinger her enemy in her French Lieutenant’s Woman scene on the battlements that echoes the dark woman staring out at the sea.

The original dark woman was an outcast and liked being considered an outcast because she had already broken so many rules and she liked the freedom it gave her. Throughout the story, the dark woman pretty much Littlefingered everyone and I think what D&D were trying to do in that scene with Sansa was establish that Sansa was willing to become Littlefinger and use his political manipulation to secure her own freedom from Littlefinger himself.

While many in the general audience look at Sansa and consider her a snake because of everything that has occured in her storyline so far, it is clear that Sansa’s storyline is about personal independence just as much as the North’s independence is crucial to the plot in season eight.

Sansa is not thinking about Jon in that scene, she’s thinking about her freedom, so when she leaves the battlements and asks for Arya, she has made a decision to become the manipulative dark woman she has always been but never fully embraced - even though it means she will be forever the “dark woman.”

She executes Littlefinger. The episode continues, and Jon’s parentage is revealed as well as him going to Daenerys to begin their relationship. She returns to the battlements with Arya, and I think the key takeaway in regards to the allusion here is that Arya and Sansa are Starks - outsiders in the strange, political world of Westeros. They need to protect and free themselves, but they do need each other - and no one else.

Essentially, they must embrace the fact they are outsiders together to survive. However, Arya is “no one” and Sansa is specifically the “dark woman.”

Going into Season Eight

Fast forward to season eight and Jon and Daenerys arrive at Winterfell effectively engaged. Sansa is standing on the battlements like the dark woman - the allusion continues.

There are some other interesting connections to The French Lieutenant’s Woman as well. The paleontologist is disturbingly similar to Jon - he is a typical romantic hero who is cynical on the outside but actually an idealist on the inside (think Ned’s influence on Jon). He struggles with his sexuality (Jon struggles with the idea of fathering a bastard) and joins the clergy but becomes disillusioned (Jon joins the Night’s Watch and it does not go as expected).

The paleontologist also has a servant named Sam whom he is friendly with. A coincidence, but one which I am certain D&D are reeling over, and one which I think is important to determine the way in which The French Lieutenant’s Woman will foreshadow the framing of the end.

Early in the book, there is a quotation that prefaces a chapter on the fiance: “Loce can only be lust if there is no hope for immortality.”

I think it describes the relationship between Jon and Daenerys well. Many in the general audience believe that Jon and Daenerys are going to marry, have a baby, and rule together. They may not have married before having sex, but that does not mean they will not be together.

The relationship between the paleontologist and the fiance is not sexual, though I think the quote provides some interesting insight into the allusion itself and the ending of Game of Thrones. Jon and Daenerys will not be simply a lust relationship if they get together in the end... if. A relationship can only be love if it lasts... like Ned and Catelyn.

But Jon and Daenerys are doomed from the start, and we know this because of Bran’s reveal that was overlayed on their scene. Their relationship has no hope for immortality because they are going to be at odds by the end due to conflicting claims to the throne.

That is why we know going into the first episode of season eight a few things:

Jon and Daenerys will not be together in the end.

Daenerys is not the heroine of the story, Sansa is.

Sam will somehow be involved, which makes sense considering how he wants to bring Daenerys down.

Building an Ending

In order to get to the second ending and explore the possibility of the first and third happening, Game of Thrones needs to establish its allusion to The French Lieutenant’s Woman stronger.

Basically, the paleontologist and the dark woman meet three times in secret before they are reunited.

The first is accidental, and he leaves embarrassed. The second is accidentally on purpose by the paleontologist, and he is given a false story that intrigues him. The third has that lie continued, but he excuses his interest in the dark woman by assuming he helped her leave town.

In season eight, we see Jon meet with Sansa alone in the solar in order to convince her that bending the knee to Daenerys was the right idea. Sansa does not agree and is clearly hurt.

Although not a perfect correlation since Jon and Sansa know each other well, I do think D&D are going to follow the storyline a little to help foreshadow the ending. The solar scene was part of that. It is an emotionally charged meeting where Jon tries to justify why Daenerys coming to the North is a good thing. However, we know the solar is a private place, and the body language prior to their argument is one of a couple.

The paleontologist leaves that meeting certain that the dark woman is innocent of the accusations, and we do see Jon defend Sansa to Daenerys when she comes up again.

In The French Lieutenant’s Woman, the fiance is determined to have the paleontologist propose to her. She wants no one else in the world, and is effectively going to trick him into doing it.

Which is exactly what Daenerys is doing: she is trying to get Jon to forget his past and stay with her forever, reminding him that Sansa is not the girl he knew and has changed because of her past abuses... similar to the dark woman being outcasted.

Interestingly, the conflict with Sam is mirrored in The French Lieutenant’s Woman. The fiance is not empathic towards Sam, which is a trait shared with Daenerys - and not something which Jon approves of.

The paleontologist begins to realize that the fiance is putting on an act, and I think Jon is realizing that in Daenerys as well. Daenerys wants to be a liberator, but in reality... she wants power.

There must be two more secret meetings between Jon and Sansa, and I believe they will happen in the South as the conflict between Jon and Daenerys heats up.

The Two Meetings

The dark woman encounters the paleontologist and weaves a false tale about her affair with the French Lieutenant. It never happened, but the paleontologist is led to believe it did and is surprised by the dark woman’s acceptance and desire to be outcast... though this ultimately attracts him to her even as he tries to “save her” by convincing her to leave town.

Whether Sansa goes to the south willingly or is kidnapped, I believe that Sansa will ultimately meet with Jon secretly to try and convince him to take the throne for himself. He will reject the throne, but become increasingly attracted to Sansa and even the idea of becoming king as he comes to understand who Daenerys really is. He will also try to convince Sansa to go home for her own good.

Interestingly, the people in that Victorian society believed the dark woman was crazy, even though the reader knows she is sane. The fiance also appears to be well-adjusted at first, but it becomes apparent by the end that she is acting.

I think that dynamic will be echoed with Sansa and Daenerys. The general audience believes that Sansa is a traitor and Daenerys is a hero, though it is quickly becoming apparent in the narrative that Sansa is loyal to her family and Daenerys is actually power hungry.

The third meeting ends with the paleontologist then learning he is disinherited by his uncle and that the dark woman has left town. He fears that his relationship with the dark woman was discovered. However, his disinheritance also leads him to not fear the possibility of his relationship with the dark woman being discovered as much as before his disinheritance happened.

I believe that Jon has always been in love with Sansa, and the reveal that he is actually the heir to the Iron Throne (and thus her cousin) means that a relationship between the two of them is possible. However, like the paleontologist, he already has another commitment to Daenerys and it will ruin him if he breaks up with her.

Interestingly, Sam Farrow ultimately betrays the paleontologist. The paleontologist decides to leave his fiance after being disinherited, and Sam Farrow realizes that a poor paleontologist means getting married to his own lover is more difficult. Sam Farrow is asked to send a letter but chooses not to deliver it.

This leads to the paleontologist and the dark woman being separated. However, the paleontologist breaks off his engagement to his fiance anyway, meaning Sam Farrow’s plot ultimately fails. This leads the paleontologist to be humiliated socially, and he leaves to travel abroad, though he has someone try and look for the dark woman.

What I believe will happen in Game of Thrones is similar, with some important changes.

We know, for instance, that Sophie Turner kept a scroll from the season in her wallet that was supposed to be a major spoiler. We also know that she was gifted the storyboard of her last scenes. No one was able to determine they were a major spoiler for the ending, which means there is something very normal about the setting - and that it appears it had happened before.

Most of the spoilers we have seen so far in leaks seem to be referring to scenes outdoors. We are also never given the more private scenes in leaks, and since Sansa is frequently indoors with only a few people, that means most leaks related to Sansa never occur.

We need to build the ending based on the known leaks so far that appear to be confirmed and determine how Sansa fits into those pieces using The French Lieutenant’s Woman as a framework.

Daenerys captures Jaime

Daenerys executes Varys

Drogon burns King’s Landing and Euron’s fleet

Tyrion frees Jaime to rescue Cersei

Cleganebowl, Hound and the Mountain die

Jaime fights Euron and is mortally wounded after killing him

Jaime and Cersei die together

Daenerys executes innocent people in King’s Landing

Tyrion is imprisoned for helping Jaime

Tyrion tries to convince Jon to betray Daenerys in order to save the Starks from her being a threat in the future

Daenerys does not listen to Jon’s reason in her madness

Tyrion eventually has a trial in which Daenerys and Jon do not attend

Tyrion and Sansa conspire against Daenerys and try to get Jon on their side

Sansa betrays Tyrion after telling him they will rule together

Jon ultimately kills Daenerys by stabbing her

Kit apparently show two endings: Night’s Watch and death

Tyrion’s trial has Davos, Sansa, Bran, Arya, Sam, Brienne, Robyn (really?), Greyworm, a golden man, and a mystery green man present.

Tyrion is angry at being betrayed because he claims to have done what he did for the good of others.

A Theoretical Summary

My speculation based on the links and the allusion to The French Lieutenant’s Woman is as follows:

Episode 5

Daenerys waits for Jon’s army to arrive so she can attack King’s Landing. We know they were about two weeks away the last time it was mentioned, and in the teaser we see Daenerys has returned to Dragonstone and Tyrion approaches her worriedly.

Even though it might seem as if Daenerys will attack King’s Landing immediately after Missandei’s death, we do see that Daenerys is far more cautious during Euron’s attack. She knows she cannot be as impulsive or she will have heavy losses.

We also know from earlier teasers that Jon also ends up in Dragonstone at some point, and just like Tyrion approaches Daenerys from behind, so too do we see Daenerys’s back to Jon.

Some point later, Cersei appears rather smug as she looks out at the city, knowing that she has plenty of bodies to protect the city from being burned down. I suspect this fact was echoed to Daenerys and was another reason she did not attack right away.

We then see Jon and his Northern army, alongside Tyrion, looking at the city. He appears very worried.

Then we see the Golden Company marching through the streets of King’s Landing and a hooded figure walking away from them in the background.

The hooded figure is too tall to be Jon or Arya. The feet are also too masculine to be Sansa (and why would she be sneaking in alone?). That leads me to think it is either The Hound, Brienne, Jaime, or Bronn. My money is on the Hound, and he and Arya are staking out their path to the red keep.

The teaser seems to promise by the end of the episode that the battle at least starts, with the scorpions being loaded and Euron hearing the dragon. Emilia told fans to watch this episode on a big screen, so my bet is that a battle actually takes place and it is fairly long (though not at long as the Battle of Winterfell).

So I assume these sequence of events:

Daenerys mourns at Dragonstone

Tyrion and Varys discuss her unraveling madness

At Winterfell, Bronn discovers Jaime has left for King’s Landing and that Cersei might be winning the war. He goes to kidnap Sansa for leverage, but Sansa promises him a castle immediately by the Umbers in return for helping her and her closest allies escape (Bran, Brienne, Podrick, Sam, and Gilly). He agrees, and the Golden Company assumes that Alys Karstark is Sansa and Winterfell goes along with it on Sansa’s orders. The group escapes, and Bronn heads North to his castle and to recruit the Wildlings that have since left. It’s possible Podrick goes with him so that Tormund trusts his word.

Jon arrives in Dragonstone to terrible news - the Golden Company is keeping his family hostage in Winterfell. Daenerys will not let him go to Winterfell until they have taken the Iron Throne.

Jon and Tyrion land the armies in front of King’s Landing, and he is conflicted about the battle.

Arya and the Hound sneak into King’s Landing. She wants to kill Cersei and he wants to kill his brother.

Cersei sends Qyburn to meet with Jon to surrender. Jon meets with her secretly against Davos’s advice and convinces him to betray Daenerys.

However, Jon isn’t sure he can kill Daenerys in cold blood, even as Varys pushes him to do so. Tyrion learns of the plot and tries to stop it, but it ultimately never happens because Jon is reunited with Sansa as she secretly arrives to tell him she has not been taken hostage. She arrives with more Vale forces (including Robyn Arryn) as well as Tormund, Ghost, and his wildlings. Jon is very relieved to see Sansa, but is worried about her being in King’s Landing and what she is planning. He tries to convince her to do nothing and to go to the Vale until Winterfell is retaken.

Jon agrees not to go through with the plot and confides in Tyrion, and Daenerys learns of Varys going behind his back. She executes him, much to Tyrion’s surprise and horror.

Sansa decides to use this turn of events to her favor and convince Tyrion to join forces with her to have Jon claim the throne from Daenerys. He is at first unwilling, but when Jaime is captured by Daenerys to be executed later alongside his sister, Tyrion agrees.

The battle begins shortly after Varys’s execution and Yara’s arrival.

Daenerys, wary of Cersei plots continuing during the siege and fearing that Jon may betray her if they do not take King’s Landing before word travels to the Golden Company in Winterfell, attacks King’s Landing directly in a brutal way. She disables Euron’s fleet first by using Yara’s arrival to distract them, and then burning the ships in the harbor.

The Unsullied then siege King’s Landing and kill innocents, but this is largely to convince them to escape the safety of King’s Landing and empty the city so Daenerys can make her final attack. Even so, this brutality horrifies Jon - but he must go along with it because Daenerys is unaware that Sansa has tricked Cersei and he is afraid to admit she is nearby for fear of Daenerys acting against her.

Sansa and Brienne help Tyrion to free Jaime in an eerily scene as the one between Catelyn, Brienne, and Jaime in the second season. Jaime admits he came to King’s Landing to save or kill Cersei, and Sansa commands Brienne to help him... knowing full well that Arya is already planning to kill her anyway.

Arya and the Hound sneak into the Red Keep, and Cleganebowl happens. However, the Hound is wounded in the attempt.

Euron survives the burning of his ships and tries to shoot down Drogon using a remaining Scorpion. This injures Drogon, and grounds Daenerys, slowing the attack on King’s Landing.

Episode 6

Daenerys and her allies regroup, and she learns that Tyrion helped Jaime escape, though she is still unaware that Sansa is in King’s Landing. She imprisons Tyrion. She promises to execute him aongside his brother and sister.

Sansa is surprised to learn that Tyrion did not betray her, and she realizes that Tyrion wants her to marry him when they finally get Jon to betray Daenerys.

Jon and Sansa meet again secretly and he is furious to discover she had a role in Jaime’s escape. She tries to convince him that Daenerys is crazy, but Jon refuses to consider her plot.

Jon tries to convince Daenerys not to burn what is left of King’s Landing or to execute the Lannisters. Daenerys refuses to listen to his reasoning, and prepares her second assault.

I think a scene between Yara and Jon is possible, and that Theon will over hear it. Yara tells Jon Theon died for the Starks, but Daenerys helped them protect the North and he isn’t willing to die for his own Queen. I believe Tyrion will then leave a seed of doubt in Jon’s mind by telling him Daenerys would not die for the Starks - would his family ever really be safe?

Sansa and Sam prepare to send ravens to the lords of the realm proclaiming who Jon really is. However, Sansa knows that once she sends the raven there is no going back. We do not see the ravens being sent.

Jaime reunites with Cersei, and Brienne is too hurt to watch the reunion and leaves the room. Jaime tries to convince her to leave King’s Landing, but she refuses. Euron appears and fights Jaime, and Jaime wins but is mortally wounded.

Brienne reunites with Arya and they arrive too late to save Jaime as he begins to die in Brienne’s arms. He asks to be taken to Cersei, and Brienne agrees. Once he dies, Arya kills Cersei. Jaime and Cersei’s bodies lie in wait in the throne room. Qyburn witnesses everything.

However, the two cannot get back to Daenerys’s army before the battle begins, and they struggle to get out of King’s Landing as Daenerys begins her assault in earnest.

Because Cersei and Euron is dead, the defense of King’s Landing is pitiful, especially as Drogon is able to wreck fiery havoc unchecked. This means that all the deaths that occur Post-Cersei were deaths that did not need to happen.

Arya is reunited with Sansa. Sansa goes to Tyrion with the news of Jaime and Cersei’s deaths, and he is grief-stricken. Between Robyn “Let the bad man fly” and Bran doing whatever Bran does, Sansa begins to suspect he may betray her in the future. She is also disturbed about the possibility of remarrying him since he is a Lannister.

The Golden Company learns they are not going to be paid and they defect. Arya and Sansa convince them to fight for their family in return for all the gold the Lannisters have left. They do not agree, so Sansa makes another agreement: do nothing in Westeros and leave. Robyn pays ransom for Winterfell.

Daenerys is able to enter the Red Keep and is happy that she is finally able to take the Iron Throne from Cersei. She is followed behind by Jon and some of her army. She is shocked to find Jaime and Cersei already dead. Qyburn tells her that Euron killed Jaime and a young woman with the description of Arya killed Cersei. He also states that it appeared as if someone bought off the Golden Company.

Daenerys realizes that this means a Stark won the day again, and even though Jon tells her they will rule side by side, Jon remembers what Tyrion said about Daenerys being a future threat, so just like Jaime he kills Daenerys when her back is turned in front of the Iron Throne. Everyone is shocked by this sudden and unexpected murder.

Drogon takes away Daenerys’s body and flies back in the direction of Essos. I assume to Valyria, but it remains uncertain.

Jon does not reunite with Sansa and Arya, but instead seeks out Tormund and Ghost to return to the Wall as an exile for his crimes. Sam tries to convince him not to go, stating that he will send ravens all over Westeros about who he really is, but Jon says he will refuse it anyway, like Maester Aemon.

Sansa and Arya watch Jon leave the Red Keep. Arya is frustrated and turns away. Jon looks back, and Sansa waves sadly.

Now we see Tyrion being taken from his cell. He assumes he is being freed, but he soon realizes he is on his third trial. He is upset, stating that he did what he did “for the realm” though Bran reminds him that he “would never bet against his family.” He is to be executed for a host of crimes, but the trial is clearly used as a show trial to put all the blame on Tyrion and the Lannisters and unite the survivors.

The execution is watched by Sansa, Arya, Bran, Davos, Robyn, Grey Worm, a Dornish man, and some weird green man, apparently. I don’t assume this is the full list. However, it is meant to represent the survivors of the Seven Kingdoms and of Daenerys’s army. Like Littlefinger’s trial, I do not think Tyrion realizes what is happening first until it is too late. It is possible that Bronn returns and serves as a witness - and Tyrion does not have the money or the will to serve him again after already receiving a castle from Sansa immediately after helping her.

The Iron Throne is ruled by a general council for a while with Bran at the head - but not really as a king. More as a Godswood charm that is able to watch over the entire realm as the memory keeper.

Sam returns to Horn Hill and occasionally works with the Maesters.

Gendry rules at Storm’s End and Arya occasionally visits between travels.

Brienne returns to Tarth and has an heir by Jaime. Podrick is helping to train the child.

Bronn rebuilds Last Hearth. He may make mention of wishing he had a bigger castle.

Tormund continues to lead the wildlings North of the Wall.

At some point, Jon is inspired by Tormund to return to Winterfell.

I think it is possible that some external threat is worrying Sansa and the realm about an invasion, though the seven kingdoms are not entirely united in its defense. Sansa does not have the South.

Perhaps fAegon makes an appearance, or Drogon was captured or laid more eggs. Who knows. Either way, the Seven Kingdoms needs a real leader again, and Sansa is sitting on the raven that could unite them... but not have the King to do it. She talks with an advisor about possibly marrying a southern leader, though she cannot imagine Gendry would agree to it because of Arya, and Sansa is not certain she can trust anyone else.

That’s when Jon arrives home, and it is possible the storyboard that Sophie was given may actually be their reunion at the end of the show, and I think their reunion implies two things:

Jon will be King in the North.

Political Jonsa is the only option going forward.

Their reunion is not merely platonic, given the charged meetings between them in the past, though the storyboard Sophie was given may not have the final scene.

I believe the final scene may be Sam receiving a new letter written by Jon and/or Sansa about their marriage and Jon ascending to the throne, and then Sam sits down to write the story of what had happened.

#jonsa #jon snow #sansa stark #actuallyjonsa

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Triple Cross Section

Recently, I played and beat the main plot of The Witcher 3: Wild Hunt. I also recently read (in this order mind you) The Blood of Elves, The Last Wish, and The Sword of Destiny.

I know. I screwed up the timeline there.

Finally, I just finished the 2019 Netflix Witcher show (and actually part of me reading The Sword of Destiny overlapped with the first half of the show).

So, despite not having played the prior two Witcher games (because 3 is semi-standalone) I feel comfortable enough to do a triple cross section of this multi-faceted set of adaptations.

I’ll start with the books because they came first.

My thoughts on The Blood of Elves is that it felt like a D&D campaign for a good chunk of the story. It also had a feeling to it that made it feel half-way between D&D, The Hobbit, and GoT in that there was a weight to the world--a magical one--that GoT just never had for me but there was enough of the mundane misery GoT was steeped in mixed into the fray. It was full of wonder and pain to sum it up.

Then I jumped back to the short story collections and it just felt like a bunch of edgy fairy tales. Side note: Sapkowski sort of did Beauty and the Beast twice with the actual outright Beauty and the Beast parody-”A Grain of Truth” and the story called “A Question of Price” AKA Ciri’s parents’ love story.

The stories I liked best from the short story collections were the ones that didn’t do that fractured fairy tale routine. Every time they referenced a fractured fairy tale within the Witcher-verse I rolled my eyes a little. We get it: your fantasy world is even edgier than the Brothers Grimm.

So, yeah. The times where Sapkowski was original were where he shone the brightest.

Now onto the Games which came next.

SIDE NOTE: Now, I know there was a Polish movie and a TV adaptation, but I never saw them and I don’t understand Polish (and I doubt the Hexer is available to me). So, they are going to be skipped despite proceeding the games into existence. I am also aware of the comic books’ existences too.

Now, I was sort of aware of Witcher 2 back when it came out, but for some reason or other I never played it. I was much more aware of Witcher 3: Wild Hunt whenever it was released because it was everywhere. Having now played it, I am very much aware of why. I enjoyed every last minute of the game. Ok not every last minute. There were times it’d kick my butt and I’d get mad (and I’d get extra ticked when the game crashed on me). However, I had a genuinely good time playing the game despite not fully knowing what’s going on but thanks to the book I’d read before playing -The Blood of Elves- I knew enough about the secondary characters to keep afloat.

it’s funny but because I played the game before reading The Last Wish or The Sword of Destiny, it turned out that while reading those books I was given clearer background context for certain things (like the incest joke that was made about Foltest on his Gwent card and Crach an Crait’s past with Geralt).

However, the game did ruin a few things I’m sure were plot-twists later in regards to Ciri’s backstory which I won’t write here.

Witcher 3 the game was enough of its own entity, from what I can gather, that it borrows a lot from the books to make its world but ultimately does its own thing.

Adaptation did have to yield to game mechanics in a few places. Especially since there were moments where choices affected what ending you got. I, personally, used a guide to make sure Ciri got a happy ending. Because even from only reading one book prior to playing this game, I wanted Ciri to be happy. Naturally, there were times where plot overruled player actions but in a story heavy game, that’s to be expected. Overall, it was a fun game and a really interesting interpretation of Sapkowski’s world.

Now last, but certainly not least is the Netflix series.

I know there are many camps of people and their feelings about the show. I’m sort of a mixed bag regarding it.

Season 1 is definitely most influenced by the two short story books, The Last Wish more so than The Sword of Destiny. I personally don’t know where all of the Yennefer backstory bits come from, but I assume they’re in the other books as some of the stuff I did recognize from The Last Wish, The Sword of Destiny and The Blood of Elves. On the other hand, I’m not a fan of how they would give the stories a sort of new twist.

I did not enjoy them granting what was (originally) a mostly one-and-done character like Renfri more staying power/screen time. Mostly because (as I already said) I was annoyed by the edgier fairy tale stuff and she’s edgy Snow White.

I was mixed on my feelings towards extra Jaskier/Dandelion being thrown into situations he wasn’t around for in either collection. I do actually like Dandelion/Jaskier, and his show counterpart is delightful. On the other hand, it just scrambled a lot of things around to have him there.

I really do not like how they handled Geralt’s last wish in this show at all. It took both parties knowing about the wish binding their fates together and made it almost look like Geralt did to Yennefer like what Triss had done to Geralt in the books: using magic to make someone love you.

Oh yeah, Triss Merigold. As I already didn’t like her for that bit of using magic to seduce a man and entice him to be her lover and then further being pissed at her game counterpart for pursuing a relationship with an amnesiac Geralt (and therefore taking advantage of the fact he’d forgotten all about Yennefer and his past with her), her inclusion earlier in the storyline annoyed me. So far, Show!Triss is the form of her I like the most but that’s not really saying much.

I’m sure she redeems herself in the next four Witcher books or something but please don’t tell me. I’d like to read them and see if my opinion of her improves from the books alone.

Back onto the show.

The Geralt of the show is a sort of half-way between the book and games Geralt in characterization. Which, for this show, works well enough. The more eloquent Geralt of the books and short stories makes sense for a written medium. A much less talkative Geralt works for games and in-between works best for a show (though he does admittedly make more mono-syllabic noises than speak).

What I did like without any caveats was the casting. Mostly because while they didn’t match book descriptions in some cases, the actors did a damn good job. Plus, being shallow, aesthetically speaking putting Henry Cavill in the various outfits(or lack there of) of Geralt was very nice. And....well....Superman is my favorite hero ever so Henry Cavill would have always gotten a pass from me.

The show’s timeline thing only threw me for an episode because I was very much aware of the fact that a bunch of the stories were in different parts of time in the short story collection and I recognized Yennefer as her past self. So, three timelines was something I was aware of very quickly. It wasn’t a bad way to deal with backstory and the various bouncing through time that Geralt’s stories were doing, on the other hand if someone didn’t have any knowledge of The Witcher going into the show, they would be so very confused.

Which brings me to how each adaptation dealt with magic.

The books reference it a lot and it’s much easier for them to do so since special effects aren’t an issue. The games being games also have less to worry about when concerning special effects.

The show, understandably, had to scale back the magic a lot.

With the constraints of dealing with VFX and budgets, I think the show did an adequate job.

I was sad to see my favorite sign snubbed by the show (Igni because I like to set stuff on fire, ok?) but I understood why it’d be hard to use in a live action show.

So, final thoughts.

The books by far have the most magical feeling to them, then the games, and the show being the least magical. Yet that’s all ok for each of these mediums.

The characters are sort of else worlds versions of themselves which is also ok because it’s an adaptation and things need to bend for an adaptation. Especially in the case of live action since there is almost no chance that people in the real world look like the characters from the books.

Some might come closer than others but in that adaptations can take license.

They all do different things, but in the end all three are very clearly The Witcher.

#the witcher #witcher 3 wild hunt #the witcher books

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Allegedly Anon 2

Oct. 3

ALLEGEDLY ANON, Tell me , why was himself attracted to such a spindly legged bint like nutmeg. It’s like watching a Popeye cartoon with Olive Oil telling him what to do. ( comparison photos please anyone) and now has involved himself in litigation on her behalf, as if this wilting violet is such a crushed petal …… really ‘REALLY!! ‘ she’s got a skin thicker than a Rhinoceros. It’s bad timing because of the exposure of the forthcoming vid. “ OMG it’s her”. Allegedly. Speculation of course.

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Oct 4

ALLEGEDLY ANON, The question is’ how far will the MOS go up the litigation hill before they settle OOC, or will they enjoy the Kabuki pantomime it will descend into? I don’t think the BRF wants a public circus in the high court of litigation ,then again I can imagine LG rubbing his hands together at the image of nutmeg swanning into court wearing a denim onesie, and reading a word salad statement prepared by SS describing her alleged trauma 😱😱😱🤣🤣🤣🤣Allegedly,speculation of course.

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Oct. 5

ALLEGEDLY ANON … is it all about archificial?????? O my ‘ a paternity suit. This is going to get quite interesting ‘ so will DNA be produced? Is archificial “ of the body ? I think their both pissed off with the truth. The SA nutmeg show was a disaster …… and for gods sake, what is Harry doing …… it’s now super Kabuki!!!! Allegedly, speculation of course.

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Oct. 6

ALLEGEDLY ANON, The creature from the BLUE lagoon and a few hundred itinerant yachts has set up Her father in a fait accompli regarding the leaked letter ‘ its perfectly ok for a gaggle of chums to blab about said letter , but when her own father claims misrepresentation he’s castigated on the world stage ……… vile women!!! I think LG will string her up by her pneumatic mammaries. Allegedly, speculation of course.

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Oct. 7

ALLEGEDLY ANON, once upon a time , on a yacht in an ocean far far away’ as MM ANON said its opinions ‘ if you install face recognition and then fast forward after reconstruction surgery then you can make an inspirational assumption its nutmeg, after all we have a lot of missing years and information. It’s funny how the media are V. quiet?? but then they have their own dossier on the dubious provenance of the DOS. ALLEGEDLY, SPECULATION OF COURSE.

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Oct. 8

ALLEGEDLY ANON, What’s with the coy 15 year old routine with nutmeg, this from a woman whose sucked more d*** than I’ve had popsicles , she’s got a past that would challenge Caligula, unless you’ve lived in a cave for the last 2 years everyone in the country knows what a POS this grifter is. Let’s hope the BRF gives her the big E. Allegedly, speculation of course.

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Oct. 9

ALLEGEDLY ANON, Canada ‘ move to CANADA!!! What’s she going to do, go back to suits as a Parailegal? I don’t think she will go anywhere near the commonwealth. She hates the RF. She’s disliked and despised. She’s at home more in Calipornia , return to the industry she knows best. This trash has alienated herself from everything she married into. Go home stay home. She’s a classless tramp. Allegedly speculation of course.

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Oct. 10

ALLEGEDLY ANON … kartrashian said “ nutmeg is changing the world ‘ Ummmm ‘ ok , how is that then , O’ I know, by lying about your father bankrolling you upbringing, abortions , having a child, yachting, escorting, tossing salads, golf girl , hockey girl , every ones girl, black and white movies, blue movies,THAT WEDDING ‘ THAT FAKENCY, THAT BIRTH, ARCHIFICIAL, SA. BABY, ……sue the MOS. good luck!!! Allegedly, speculation of course. 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

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Oct. 11

ALLEGEDLY ANON,SS PR writes her word salad, a vacuous, empty, meaningless diatribe that’s supposed to encourage the audience that are in the unfortunate position of having to listen. PR key words written to trigger an emotional response. ENVIRONMENTAL, FEMINIST, DRIVEN, INSPIRATIONAL, SOLUTIONS , POSITION ,SPIRITUALLY POSITIVE, CONCLUSIONS, I could go on all day with her babbling bull$h!t. We see through you nutmeg!!!! Allegedly,speculation of course.

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Oct. 12

ALLEGEDLY ANON, hey skippy ‘ is nutmeg on public appearance anytime soon ‘ I’m looking forward to her facing the British MOS readers …… and the fortuitous anticipation of being booed. Unless the pubic are unlikely gracious she’s going to get a hammering. One can only hope , she’s an obnoxious toss-pot who thinks her $h!t don’t stink. Treated the BRF with utter contempt. A return to porn awaits,allegedly, speculation of course. 💩💩💩💩💩

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Pakistan Tour 14-18

October. 14

ALLEGEDLY ANON, HC’ 30.000 destroyed emails, never indicted …… Benghazi, and she’s got the gall to stick that yachting hooker on a pedestal!! Then slag off the BRF. YEAH RIGHT!!!! Thank goodness we have a REAL ROYAL COUPLE on an official visit with dignity and protocol at the fore- front. I’m a little pissed with colonial trash telling the British how to conduct their lives. F#@ck -em. Allegedly,speculation of course. 😤😤😤

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Oct. 15

ALLEGEDLY ANON , Hoping that nutmeg gets verbal distain from the British public today. 🤣🤣🤣🤣 can’t wait for anons to post.

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October. 15

ALLEGEDLY ANON, The escort in green , himself looks so pleased to be in the company of a (what) ‘I don’t know? What’s wrong with you Harry???????????? … this is becoming beyond Kabuki. Harry plays the game for the sake of HMTQ ……… ok ‘ all roads lead to the So- Hoe. Thank god for W&K ……… a borrowed archificial on SA …… see the photos, allegedly,speculation of course.

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Oct. 15

ALLEGEDLY ANON … 2/10 /19. BLIND ITEM #8

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Oct. 15

ALLEGEDLY ANON …… BLIND ITEM #8……OMG ‘ rhymes with Toss…… JOINTHEDOTS

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Oct. 15

ALLEGEDLY ANON …… BLIND ITEM #8 Oct 2nd. Read this and connect the dots. It’s not Ross ………rhymes with “late”(first name).

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Oct. 16

ALLEGEDLY ANON, Creech St Michael , has seen tinted Discovery’s heading towards the M5. In convoys. ( didn’t someone say she was hiding In Somerset. ) I’m sure there’s a nice soho sponsored hideaway deep in the rural sticks that she’s holed up in. Trouble is , there’s curiosity amongst the well heeled local pop. Allegedly, speculation of course. 👀👀 👀 👀 🕶 🕶 🕶

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Oct. 18

ALLEGEDLY ANON, “WHY DO THEY ALL HATE ME, IM AN HONEST DECEIVING BITCH, I HAVE AN ENGAGINGLY WARM SMILE 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣. “ IM HAVING A HARD TIME HERE PEOPLE, I DEMAND A LITTLE SYMPATHY!!!! “Well sympathy comes in the dictionary darling, it’s betwee $h!t and Syphilis. 🤣🤣🤣🤣 O’ please post this skippy, 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻

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October. 19

ALLEGEDLY ANON, a focus group of 52 million British subjects would find that 78% dislike or have negative opinions about the colonial carpetbagger, 20% undecided and 2% don’t give a $h!t. Survey undertaken by the Sisters of Perpetual Retribution found that middle England and the upper classes have obnoxious contempt for the grifting bint while the working class seek the return of a happy go lucky Harry without the whining wife. All concluded that the BRF should get rid!! Speculation Allegedly.

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October. 20

ALLEGEDLY ANON, “ She’s just existing “ !!!!!! WT(F) existence on a life funded by taxpayers supporting your multi million pound lifestyle ( one million on posh frocks) 4 million on frogcott, private helicopter , private jets , itinerant jollies to see Elton, breaks in £10.000 a night S of France villas weddings in Rome , a gruelling existence in a luxury lodge at soho estate in Somerset, RPO continually, nannies, cooks , shags on tap, ……… Allegedly, speculation of course.

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Oct 21

ALLEGEDLY ANON, HMTQ and TBRF have collectively now ostracised the house of Sussex from their social calendar regarding functions and family events , the only contact will probably be official gatherings like Christmas and public appearance such as the Remembrance Day service which I doubt nutmeg will attend due to her being snubbed to another balcony last year. Harry has now gone public on his feud with William. Their socially screwd. Allegedly,speculation of course.

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Oct 21

IN PRAISE OF SKIPPYS BLOG , this amazing forum is the most tolerant I’ve had the privilege to post on. Thank you dear skippy for posting comments that perhaps sometimes go against ones beliefs. My utmost respect and acceptance. ‘ Your servant and respectful comrade ,ALLEGEDLY ANON.

I can’t say thank you enough…..or tell you how appreciated you all are! Thank YOU!😊❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Oct 22

ALLEGEDLY ANON:- There comes the time when one runs out of superlatives, descriptives, whatever ‘ then you want to tell everyone what you think and a silent hand goes up and you say “ no!! I can’t call her that. Well ‘ fuck it!!!! I’m going to. She is , and has always been a “Manipulative Whore.” Whore ‘ in its most blatant sense. In future Just use the acronym MW. I’ll know what you mean. Allegedly, speculation of course. 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

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Oct 23

ALLEGEDLY ANON, …… purple PURPLE!!! really REALLY!!! The colour of royalty, not a one bit tramp with allusions of grandeur and a sideline in self pity. One little tit-bit that crossed my mind, the use of pharmaceutical enhanced performance. This conduct induces paranoias, believe me I’v been in recovery for 35 years , it’s a hard habit to hide from , and I bet it’s prevalent, uppers, downers , twisters , benders. Mmmmmm’ interesting!! Allegedly, speculation of course.

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Oct 23

ALLEGEDLY ANON … So !! She single handedly saved the monarchy ……… a yachting comforter who is a quid pro Quo whore saved a 1200 year institution from stagnation and decay. Some colonial carpetbagger with loose elastic grifted her a$$ into the BRF and manipulated a Prince who’s a founder member of the easily led club. EPIC !!!! and insults HMTQ last night by disgracing the colour purple.

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Oct 24

ALLEGEDLY ANON, After a year of PR disasters and faux pas nutmeg still doesn’t understand the secret of royal protocol success , simply put ,you “ quietly attract” rather than obnoxiously promote yourselves. W&K quietly grew into the hearts of The British psyche over a period of hard working years,three gorgeous children and a working royal marriage. Unlike the train wreck of this colonial whore dragged into England’s green and pleasant land. Allegedly, speculation of course. ( O’ Harry). 😔😔😢😢

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Oct 26

ALLEGEDLY ANON, So the bitch in Burgundy deciding to vacate her street corner and attend a kitchen meeting with a few collapsible tables and a portable screen. EPIC !!! got out of the electric Audi after a screaming row with himself and went all”power girl” in leather skirt no draws and plunging tits. WOW……… single handedly changing the monarchy 🤣🤣🤣🤣

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Oct 26

ALLEGEDLY ANON, So…… ‘ what next a black top with plunging tits ,a black leather jacket and leather slacks and Harry rides her in on the back of a Bonniville 120 to attend a “ save the children “ lunch at the Savoy Hotel , I can imagine her being intimately acquainted with the Oakley chapter……… word salad and tossed salad in equal quantities. ……… YEP!!! modernising the monarchy, that’s our nutmeg. 🏍🏍🏍🏍🤣🤣🤣

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Oct. 26

ALLEGEDLY ANON, …SS IS GOING TO TRY AND EMBARRASS HMTQ ON REMEMBRANCE DAY BY NEGOTIATING THE APPEARANCE OF THE HARKLES. EVEN IF NOT INVITED,THEY WILL JUST TURN UP. SHES DESPERATE TO SINGLE HANDEDLY MODERNISE THE MONARCHY 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

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Oct 27

ALLEGEDLY ANON, on reflection ‘ Skippy is right, I assume the old damaged wig will be in Calipornia during RD. Our Prince will be attending in his official capacity. Maybe K and C will be on the balcony with ST. GBHMTQAOGC

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Oct 27

ALLEGEDLY ANON ‘ it’s still an anathema to English subjects like myself who grew up remembering the The crowning of HMTQ IN 1952. at WA. That now you have an appendage yachting escort who a few years ago slept with anyone who would give her a leg over her social mobility. Hockey players , chicken chefs , golf pros any suckem and fuckums that crossed her akimbos. It’s a sad time for Britain. Ashley Cole ‘ you dodged a bullet. Allegedly,speculation of course.

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Oct 28

ALLEGEDLY ANON … Dear skippy, the audacity of this obnoxious creature,thinking she will be given the opportunity to speak,spout more of her vacuous word salad and send the audience into a premature coma. The royal family is in quite distain of her infantile manipulations effecting her blinkered husband. The colonial carpetbagger will soon return from whence she came to the rapturous delight of all Britain. Allegedly. Speculation of course.

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Oct 29

ALLEGEDLY ANON, the obnoxious colonial carpetbagger tells porkies!! Outrageous ,narcissistic ,self promotional, hang me out the window and beat me with the National Enquirer porkies !! Its endemic in her DNA , it’s like listening to cnn , she’s a psychopathic extolling conveyer of mendacious verbiage. I sincerely hope that this appendage that is constantly clawing at our once loved Prince retires to her origins … SOON. allegedly, speculation of course.

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Oct 30

ALLEGEDLY ANON ……… That letter had one , and only one project in mind ‘ via that carpetbaggers agenda!!! THE DESTRUCTION OF THE MONARCHY. That trashollop doesn’t want to modernise the monarchy ‘SHE WANTS TO DESTROY IT !!!!!!!!! Why do you think mostly LABOUR FEMALE MPs SIGNED IT. Duuuuuuuuur!!! Allegedly speculation of course

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Oct 31

ALLEGEDLY ANON, Since when did a colonial interloper and wife of a royal have the constitutional gall to write a letter of thanks to a sitting MP? Politics off limits!! The rumour mill is grinding away with innuendo and gossip stirring the “ royal sources” into a frenzy. I think there’s going to be quite a Sunday surprise imminent. The protocol illiteracy of nutmegs PR is embarrassing and sad ,where’s Henry 8th !! Allegedly speculation of course.

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Nov. 1

ALLEGEDLY ANON, are we supposed to be enthralled by this trash bag visiting a soho sponsored bakery with suspect hygiene. No hygiene gloves, no hand/ hair hygiene, the touching of the matted greasy wig the touching the cake, this video should be shown to the Westminster health inspectorate. No hair covering. There WORKING WITH FOOD PEOPLE ARE GOING TO EAT!!!! another PR pratfall.

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Nov. 1

ALLEGEDLY ANON,… some hacks have their tongue so far up nutmegs @rse that rational communication just becomes a sycophantic Dickensian “ ever so ‘umble, mam”. exercise in dickie licking. Such is the passion of their wanting to be associated with the great unwashed one. ( Fame by association )… example ‘ The Telegraph puff piece. I hope Harry is going to adhere to HM. script this weekend.

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ALLEGEDLY ANON, ‘MORNING NUTMEG, “ I never wanted the media spotlight “🤣🤣🤣🤣, how’s all your contradictions going about media exposure? Media executives say you BEGGED them for exposure ( begging.?………thats another word for it.) how’s our oracle on instant gratification this morning, all those trips on yachts must have had lots of moments of “ instant gratification” and let’s not forget SH and MA. …a tad wounded nutmeg? Allegedly, speculation of course 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤥🤥🤥🤥

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Nov. 2

ALLEGEDLY ANON,……… THE MOST DISRESPECTFUL INSULTING APPEARANCE SO FAR , MILLIONS GAVE THEIR LIVES FROM AMERICA,GREAT BRITAIN AND CANADA IN BOTH WORLD WARS. …… ‘ this disrespectful tramp turned up to be recorded on film without the world wide symbol of respect for the fallen ‘ the Poppy. HMTQ must have duly noted. social ineptitude on purpose. The final insulting straw.

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Nov 3

ALLEGEDLY ANON, Ostracised, financially bereft, ignored and despised. An outed grifter gone rogue. This notary of Babylonian reputation and suspect sexual indulgences will allegedly grace one of the hallowed balconies of Whitehall on Remembrance Sunday. She will contaminate the great and the good patrons of the monarchy of the British public. Please feel free to booooooooo !!

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Nov 4

ALLEGEDLY ANON, WAS NUTMEG SCARED TO APPEAR?? This question is at the top of everyone’s agenda after reports that the colonial carpetbagger has fled her unoccupied cottage in Windsor and jumped on a private jet to LAX. The no.1 priority of slutchess disaster is to avoid being verbally castigated by the public at the RAH Saturday night tribute remembrance service. Also it saves her isolating appearance on The hallowed balcony the next day. A joyous departure for Brits. 👋👋👋👋👋👋👋👋

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Nov 5

ALLEGEDLY ANON, RE-REMEMBRANCE FIELDS. Expect nutmeg to push ahead of H. Expect it to wear a rainbow poppy, expect her to look for the cameras, expect her stupid rictus grin, as Skippy comments,expect the unexpected. The public once again are dismayed that Camilla will accompany the colonial carpetbagger on this memorable occasion honouring the fallen. I thought it was illegal to drop trash in the hallowed fields. Expect a complete lack of protocol. Allegedly, speculation of course.

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Nov 6

ALLEGEDLY ANON, Dear Skippy The British public are a reserved but unforgiving lot when one tries deception which nutmeg has indulged in. Sooo , if the slutchess and himself appeared together without a minder they would be open to verbal ridicule …… enter stage left Camilla ‘ decorum and protocol would stifle any and all booing from the public,even though they would probably love a good Booo. We wait. Allegedly, speculation of course.

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Nov 6

ALLEGEDLY ANON, NUTMEG to have 2nd child in USA’ FFS, well there’s already a child around according to the Golf organiser where you were a caddy escort, O’ when did you have a child in the U.K.?you mean archificial?? The surrogate dump? Surrogates in the US are ten a penny in Calipornia so a 43 year old grifting yachter won’t have a problem giving “birth” there. You can pay a Surrogate out of the 5mill. Docudrama you’re making in LA. ALLEGEDLY, SPECULATION OF COURSE.

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Nov 6

ALLEGEDLY ANON … THE ROYAL PREROGATIVE. HMTQ. is the head of our 1200 year Monarchy. There was a time in antiquity when only the head of the monarchy could wear the colour PURPLE!! This is so relevant to today’s protocol and practice. Sooooo !! let’s not dilute this ageless and respectful practice. “ are you listening slutchess!! “ ONLY HMTQ …… OK’ good!! now carry on doing what you do best at Soho ho ho ho. Allegedly ,speculation of course

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Nov 7

ALLEGEDLY ANON, Alleged conversation between nutmeg and MA “yeah’ $h!t, tell me about it, stroking his bald f**** head, pretending to be having the best orgasm, haven’t had a decent screw since Madrid. When I come over we’ll hook with George in Malibu, get rat-@ssed , make a weekend of it, NO!! don’t call me, there f*** monitoring my phone, OK sweetie , can’t wait, bye”……… “ yes LG the conversation was recorded by one of our team in the RPO.” … “OK Tony , file under “Your Fu****d.”🤣🤣🤣

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Nov 11

ALLEGEDLY ANON …… remarks about nutmegs upper lip, all I can surmise is herpes , an old affliction resurfaced. God knows, knowing what we know about her colourful history it wouldn’t surprise me that any number of maladies would have infected her, escorting ,Yachting, So-hoing, auditioning, golf-caddying, friends of porn-stars, hockey players,……… social diseases are an occupational hazard. Allegedly, speculation of course 😷😷😷😷😷

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Nov 11

ALLEGEDLY ANON, “ you wanted to see me Gran, “ Yes Harry, about you both slipping into the royal box , protocol depicts placement Harry!! You both sit at the back for a reason, she’s not a royal, and Harry’ her dress was inappropriate for the occasion, one exposes ones cleavage on reality shows , not honouring the fallen. Now pop off to America and try to be a Little understated, remind your wife to return those earrings. They belonged to Queen Mary, remember Harry, discretion not obsession.

And here is why I don’t believe you. Harry is NOT leaving, I hardly doubt HM would be so calm…..and second…MM NEVER borrowed any jewelry from HM! That is fake! Those earrings were cheap…..only HM wears Queen Mary’s pearl earrings….MM has NEVER worn them…..this conversation NEVER happened! And another thing…….Harry would not have moved seats without permission…not that close to HM!

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Nov 11

ALLEGEDLY ANON, ALL HAIL THE DOC. O dear sweet Kate, elegance personified!! On the balcony with HMTQ and Camilla, dressing as You always do , class and dignity. That Cossack style coat with matching (fascinator) or hat. The most photographed woman on the planet. This is protocol and the Royal Family in all its mystique. Long may it live Thank you dear Skippy for posting so many tributes to the mother of our most loved George,Charlotte and Louie. 🙏🏻🙏🏻🦄🦎🧸

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Nov 11

ALLEGEDLY ANON … IMAGES OF A DESPERATE ESCORT … of all the slutty images we have seen over the last two years( too many to mention) there are thousands that her PR destroyed that would compromise her position as a wife of a member of the royal family. Is this the dossier that the DM paid a million pounds for, and the intel. that LG has onmegatramp, that face of a thousand smirks says it all “ I’m untouchable”. Where have those lips been Harry??Ughhhh !! Allegedly , speculation of course.

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Nov 13

ALLEGEDLY ANON, Expect nutmeg to hook up with HRC during the next few days , mutual hugging and @ss kissing. Dorito will appear in a out of focus photo with Harry and nutmeg, a PR statement will announce another pivotal ploy that she will go to the states but may return to be at Sandringham for Christmas, or may not. All smoking mirror Kabuki for the tabloids to drool over and lay false trails. Actually nutmegs in the Caribbean soaking up the men. Allegedly. Speculation of course.

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Nov 13

ALLEGEDLY ANON, “ were going to LA , NOooooo were staying here!! O’ going to Sandringham then , Noooo, were gonna feed the ‘omless at shelter nr Windsor, feed them what , you know Turkey and stuffing,an Brussel sprouts an stuff!!! I’ll take archificial for the sympathy vote , look all humanitarian like’ Haz can f***off to see his gran and I’ll dump archificial on Dorito,then I’ll shlep off to So-Ho house for a quick shag with MA.… 🎼jingle bell,jingle bell,jingle bell c**k. 🎼 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

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Nov 14

ALLEGEDLY ANON, dear skippy, I know this great blog is not political but KAC just Blitzed ,Wolf Blitzer on CNN , EPIC!! …… The Queen is reported by the DE That she “drops in” on our dynamic duo because nutmeg needs “ cheering up”, and so she has a cuppa with the depression prone actress drawing on her years of experience to inject some positivity, yeah right!! 🤣🤣🤣 we all swallow that bull$h!t. Sunshine Sucks in disaster mode again!! HMTQ DROPS IN ON NUTMEG!! … WTF!!

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Nov 14

ALLEGEDLY ANON, She was pregnant? A shotgun marriage of unhappy people, a WTF wedding cake, a very hurried guest list, no pomp no carpet, only a narc would walk alone down the aisle alone with the knowledge you’ve got him by the b***. A very strange fakency, no record of actual birth date, FFS birth certificate, “ he’s changed over two weeks” , “ can we see his face.” WE ALL WITNESSED HER LIES, WE ALL SUSPECTED SOMETHING ODD. WE ALL KNEW. IF SHES HONEST , WHY THE AGGRESSIVE PR?? 🤔🤔🤔

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Nov 14

ALLEGEDLY ANON, THIS VIDEO OF THE BUMP POPPING WHEN SHE STANDS UP. nutmeg looks very self conscious and embarrassed. ( build-up of air within the prosthetic and a rapid exhalation of compressed air. ) sounds like a “pop”. She compresses the prosthetic when she bends down and air is rapidly expelled as she stands up. POP!! Anyone still think she was REALLY pregnant??? Didn’t think so.

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Nov 14

ALLEGEDLY ANON, Rebecca English , HRC visits nutmeg and archificial Hold up , hold up, didn’t I mention this earlier this week ……… the old hack has stolen my scoop !!!!! Can’t give out good information without it getting nicked by the DM and there desperate scribes. Remember …… YOU SAW IT FIRST ON SKIPPY!!!!

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Nov 14

ALLEGEDLY ANON, So, Rebecca English writes today “EXCLUSIVE” HRC visits nutmeg, ON THE 13th , two days ago Allegedly anon writes , HRC WILL VISIT NUTMEG!! , all we can conclude is that RE gets her information on SKIPPY!!! like so many informants proclaiming scoops they see IT FIRST ON SKIPPY!!! And we all know nutmeg visits here. And HMTQ god bless her. Nutmeg reads the blog and then goes up to her bedroom and cries😭😭😭😭😭😭

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Nov 15

ALLEGEDLY ANON, HRC was reported to visit nutmeg and archificial ……… but NOT APPEARING ON COURT CIRCULAR “ Sooooo BS !! It’s all a PR push with the tabloids trying to put some lipstick on this propaganda pig. Rebecca English trying for a try, whooooops , tabloid tosh. Where are your receipts , “ well actually I haven’t any” “ I just printed the gossip” sources darling, sources !! It’s suggested that you’re a good journalist, but that’s gossip, allegedly, speculation of course.

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Nov 15

ALLEGEDLY ANON, THE DEADLY DIARIES, O, yes the Machiavellian manipulator has a diary, ( actually she’s on her third) an intimate record of conversations, events and observations that has “ affected” the “ I’m not OK” Woke scribe over the , leading up to, wedding and disasters afterwards. And don’t let us forget all the “ pillow-talk” she’s chronicled. She’s gathered more $h!t on the royal family over the past year that defies comprehension. speculation of course. Publication imminent allegedly.

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Nov 18

ALLEGEDLY ANON, WELL, here’s a thing, nutmegs coercion of Harry to skip Christmas with the family seems selfish and petty, both PP&HM in their nineties need the love and support of the royal extended family, nutmeg has a younger mother and plenty of years to indulge her self-centredness. She’s not helping the damage limitation by swanning off to Malibu in her poo hat. 💩💩💩… allegedly,speculation of course.

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Nov 19

ALLEGEDLY ANON, The “ court of public opinion” and “trail by media” is a popular hysterical pastime, the peeps need drama , what would we do without the constant daily shower of innuendo and hearsay, gossip and third hand “quotes” from the ever sensational “Tabloids”. Headlines are contagious, insidious deformation of character is the rule of day wether true or false. I’m guilty of jumping on the bandwagon of conjecture. BUT … I suggest we all wait and see. IUPG. allegedly speculation of course.

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Nov 20

ALLEGEDLY ANON, BC logged 26 recorded trips on Epstein’s private jet. “ my friend Bill Clinton sat on that seat”,Epstein said to a pubescent jet traveller as she flew to an assignation with the paedophile Billionaire. MSM seems to have air brushed this out of the public conscience, while castigating PA , BC seems to have very powerful press Associations. S’pose nobody wants to be suicided. Allegedly, speculation of course 💀💀💀🤣🤣🤣

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Nov 20

ALLEGEDLY ANON, PA has fallen on his sword, for whom?? Wellllllllllllll! …… BC and his Arkansas cabal has all the tapes, the FBI , has tapes. but, BC has “THE” tapes. Allegedly there were over 15 cctv cameras in his NY mansion. Hypothetically these tapes would hold very incriminating evidence on most guests visiting the Machiavellian mansion. Teflon bubba has complete immunity from association with young girls to murder. Unfuckingtouchable!! Allegedly speculation of course. 💰💰💰💰👯‍♀️👯‍♀️

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Nov 21

ALLEGEDLY ANON, Nutmeg courted by Marvel Pictures, Sony, and Disney on arrival in LA. This opens to conjecture her ambitions while in negotiations with said production giants. Courting future ambitions for a return to her former occupation she is using her celebrity to get a foothold into Hollywood ?………… will PH follow??🤣🤣🤣🤣

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ALLEGEDLY ANON … SO… Nutmeg takes down her Wikipedia post on being a “deal or no deal” hostess!!!! Trying to airbrush her dubious past. There’s an interview with a golf tournament organiser about hiring “deal or no deal girls” as “caddy’s”. She said nutmeg as married, and had a “KID” and was very popular girl with the golf pros. Mmmmm ‘ someone let the “KID” out of the bag. Allegedly, speculation of course.

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Nov 22

ALLEGEDLY ANON, I wonder if the cancellation of “ Breakfast in America “ has anything to do with the Epstein forthcoming revelations. Nutmegs been banging on about America’ America, for ages,suddenly it’s all off. I believe she has “history” with PA ( yachting) And with JE&GM procuring?? ( hidden years). She’s gone all incommunicado since PAs disaster interview. PA should suggest,turn up at Hamley’s with archificial buying Christmas presents. Allegedly,speculation of course.

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Nov 23

ALLEGEDLY ANON, WHERE IS NUTMEG, not at frog cottage, she’s still smarting from being fobbed off with a “cottage” instead of a palace that she spends her time at itinerant different crash-pads in and around the Capital. Secrecy is paramount when protecting nutmeg and archificial, ………… but wait!!! Nobody has ever seen archificial, is he real???? Was he EVER REAL?? nobody knows,nobody cares anymore. Maybe Harry will shed light. Allegedly, speculation of course 🤫🤫🤫

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ALLEGEDLY ANON, with respect, the monarchy is a dignified elder statesman ruling with ageing concepts that haven’t changed for over 50 years. With it come the problems of cosseted contempt. There is redemption, W&K have the professional ability to change and add a new reality of “ we the people” to the monarchy as a young “Family”. Everywhere they go they trailblaze fresh and new examples of a monarchy for the 22nd century. LETS LET THEM!!

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ALLEGEDLY ANON , One thing my little birdies tell me that’s a consensus among the royal family and it’s this. Nutmegs atrocious taste in clothes. The colonial carpetbag has never sought advice from the younger well dressed royal women on he wardrobe, hence she remains the worst dressed offender in Windsor. And no amount of PR spin can correct that. So she’ll remain an assault on the visual senses for The distant future, poor us. Allegedly, speculation of course.

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ALLEGEDLY ANON, POTUS /Melania will stay with the ambassador to the court of St. James and the siblings will probably stay in the same hotel as last year while in London, expect Ivanka to contact nutmeg. The banquet will be a very formal and stiff, Trump will give an address but drift off script, HMTQ will remind all of the importance of NATO. Kate will steal the show and William will endorse his king in waiting credentials. A cool evening. Allegedly, speculation of course.

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Nov 25

ALLEGEDLY ANON, Nutmeg is going to choreograph her Christmas card photo because she’s jealous of Kate’s talent in photography. The Green eyed monster is alive and flourishing at frog cott. or wherever she’s sleeping these days,expect a horrifying snap of ginge&cringe with archificial at a suitably obscure location. We wait with baited indifference. 🧣🧣🧣🧣

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Nov 25

ALLEGEDLY ANON, MM said she’s being pitted against the DOC. ………… Ehhhhh , Nutmeg ‘ QUEENS don’t compete with hoes. The Monarchy is the privilege of few , a hoe is a hoe is a hoe. …………… yacht sluts are ten a penny, no matter hoe they married. Allegedly, speculation of course. 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

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Nov 27

ALLEGEDLY ANON, back in LA and attempted the most difficult of tasks, cooking a dinner? yep’ nutmeg has decided to roast the turkey. OMG, how will she cope ‘ frantic phone calls to Cory, are the roast potatoes crispy, do I put the pigs in a blanket on an hour before the turkey has finished? are The Brussels Firm or soft ? WHAT ABOUT THE GRAVY?? yes nutmeg it’s a nightmare, and your skills are only good in one domain. Not the kitchen!! Allegedly speculation of course. 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🦃🦃🦃🦃

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Nov 27

ALLEGEDLY ANON, THE AGE ISSUE !!!! how old is nutmeg?? my sister is 53 and thanks to PGs wrinkle cream she looks 33. But nutmeg is “ supposedly is 38 but looks 48, her actual age is 43. Another fakency,yehhhh, good luck with that one ‘🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣 wants to find another surrogate for a birth in LA. How does Harry live with this fantasising bint. , O yes ,that’s right ‘ he doesn’t !!! Hey nutmeg how’s the Turkey doing?i smell burning. 🦃🔥🔥…… Allegedly ,speculation of course.

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Nov 29

ALLEGEDLY ANON, we now have video footage of a brave member of the public tackling a terrorist with a s/vest strapped to him , the police pull him clear then shoot him. Sanity is restored, don’t fuck about, just shoot the POS. BRAVA MET POLICE. lot of isis returned from Syria recently and more released from jail. They have contaminated our once beautiful city , GSTQAOBC.

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ALLEGEDLY ANON, WHERE’S THE BABY ?? The most disturbing appearance was at the polo match when she wore the green tent. Nobody acknowledged her or the doll she carried around “RE-WATCH THE VIDEO” that was a seriously disturbed individual. ITS TIME THE PRESS RELEASES ALL THE EVIDENCE THEY HAVE IN CAMERA. How many of the public haven’t seen her barbecue ad? or the undressed maid. Better still , sex on the Jamaican balcony?? ALLEGEDLY SPECULATION OF COURSE. 🤣🤣🤣

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Nov 30

ALLEGEDLY ANON, DEAR SKIPPY, OUR PRIMARY PURPOSE IS THE CONVICTION OF THE COLONIAL CARPETBAGGER, I shan’t loose focus on this procedure, to expose her grifting, lies and entrapment of a Prince. The fakency, illusion of a birth, the doll months , the non appearance of Archificial, the “ soup kitchen “ thanksgiving lie, the ‘ I’m hiding in America,Canada, Calipornia lies. Actually she’s holding up with her minders in SOHOE. trying to arrange her next faux headline.

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Chapters: 2/7 Warnings: Non-Consensual Relationships: Dorian Pavus/Cullen Rutherford Characters: Female Inquisitor (Dragon Age), Dorian Pavus, Cullen Rutherford Summary:

Angsty Cullrian story about what happens if everything goes wrong after it’s fixed?

Note: This work is experimental storytelling for me. I initially wrote if for the Cullrian Discord I participate in (The Herald’s Rest, check it out!) but decided to go ahead and publish it. Expect to see a new chapter every few days.

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Phase 2: Envy

It started with a fall.

The man--talk, dark, mysterious, and, above all, handsome--literally fell into Cullen's arms at the gates of Haven. It was the first time he smelled that oh-so-seductive scent which seemed to hover around the man from Tevinter, though whether it was from the oil in his hair or something which lingered on the man's skin, Cullen did not know.

He only knew he wanted to smell it again, several times over.

But there was no time, either to learn more of this mage called Dorian, or for Haven. Instead, hasty words, tense words, were exchanged, as Cullen led a retreat no commander ever wished to lead. Thankfully most survived, including the Herald, and Solas told them of the next home for the Inquisition, a fortress by the name of Skyhold.

On the way there, and the first few weeks as they settled in, Cullen determinedly found time to get to know the Inquisition's newest member. The man proved to be charming, witty, and, thankfully, just as interested in getting to know Cullen. When he saw the now Inquisitor talking with Dorian as well, he grew hopeful that the acceptance of the Inquisitor meant the acceptance of the Inquisition.

Emboldened, he extended the offer of a game of chess to the mage, and found the man to be the best sort of opponent: one who could enliven a game made dull by strategy and tactics, yet still provide somewhat of a challenge with a stream of lively banter and sharp wit. The gleam in his eyes and the way Dorian absently traced the line of his bared bicep with idle fingers while thinking of his next move certainly kept Cullen's attention focused on his opponent, at any rate.

And then the Inquisitor arrived.

Cullen thought nothing of it when she talked and laughed with them for a few moments before Cullen defeated Dorian soundly. Indeed, Cullen merely laughed along as the Inquisitor teased Dorian, a teasing Dorian took with grace as he bowed out of the game, though the twinkling glance in his gaze as he looked at Cullen promised a more thorough later. Smiling, Cullen set the board for another round, wondering if the Inquisitor would prove to be an interesting opponent as well.

Instead, it quickly became clear in the conversation that she had designs on someone, and that someone was not Cullen.

He frowned, wondering if she had misunderstood something about the situation. Yet, no matter how he twisted everything he'd seen or heard, he could not see Dorian favoring the Inquisitor in that manner. A friend, perhaps, but not as more. Certainly not in the way the Inquisitor seemed to hope for. He almost corrected her misunderstanding, but then shook his head. Better to let Dorian handle it. He was far more charming than Cullen, anyway.

Matters between Cullen and Dorian continued to warm, especially when the Inquisitor was not resident in Skyhold. The chess games grew more frequent, then moved to his office, then ceased to be about chess entirely. They tried to be discreet, but of course it was inevitable that sooner or later some noticed. A leer from Bull here and a knowing smile from Leliana there made that clear. It didn't matter, though--only the heat between their bodies as they each sought to win the game between the sheets mattered.

And then...then came the disaster at Redcliffe.

Cullen did not learn what happened there until much later. All he knew--all anyone in Skyhold knew--was that the Inquisitor and Dorian went to Redcliffe on their own without any reason known as to why, even by Leliana. Yet when they returned, the Inquisitor's attitude towards Dorian had cooled significantly, and had in fact shifted to something almost hostile.

Later, he learned what happened at Redcliffe and who they'd met, and the name of the man who Cullen would merrily punch in the face on sight. At the time, though, he remained ignorant of the matter, and only saw that the Inquisitor's attitude had changed towards himself as well, becoming the polar opposite of the chill she now gave to Dorian.

From that day forth, not a day went by that she did not come to visit him in Skyhold, unless she was out on the field. Whether he was in his office, or training his troops. And when she was there, Dorian refused to be there. Even worse, the interest she'd shown in Dorian seemed to have transferred in whole to Cullen, and no matter how disinterested he acted, she would press her interest home to him with increasing regularity.

When she wasn't in Skyhold, he received frequent personal messages from her relayed by wing, warm letters which sometimes made his ears heat. There were even several suggestions he would have wanted to try with Dorian, but he always seemed to be gone with her as well, despite her animosity towards him.

It wasn't until he tried to be a bit more direct in letting her know that it was inappropriate at best and wrong at worst for the Commander and the Inquisitor to have an intimate relationship that she revealed her checkmate to him.

You will be mine, or I will give Dorian to his father wrapped in a ribbon.

When he'd scoffed, she told him the events of Redcliffe, recounting the entire exchange between Dorian and his father with a certain relish. His stomach sank as he heard the admiring way she detailed Halward and his willingness to do what must be done to accomplish his goals. More, fear gripped him as she described how she had lingered for an extended conversation with Halward after Dorian had stormed out of the inn, dangling the small crystal from her hand which she could use to summon Magister Pavus to Skyhold to retrieve his son. After all, the Inquisitor could have anyone thrown into the cells, especially a Vint pariah accused of treason against the Inquisition.

And when he looked into her eyes, he knew she meant what she said. If it was something he'd learned since Haven, it was that the Inquisitor never bluffed.

Feeling the jaws of the trap close around his throat, he agreed to her demands--because the alternative was unthinkable.

From then on, as far as Skyhold was concerned, he was the Inquisitor's man. She used Dorian's father, and later the threat of Tranquility, as a bludgeon whenever Cullen balked at taking the next step. Bereft of the man he loved and forced to a pretension which slowly ate him away on the inside, he succumbed at last to the lure of blue solace. For a while, it helped to make the world more distant, his pain less real, but he knew eventually the depression would hit, making him take even more to combat it.

And, with every preparation of every precious blue vial, a small part of him looked forward to forgetting this part of his life.

There was a moment, one single moment, when he tried to escape the nightmare. A moment when he'd gathered his strength and courage sufficiently to pin the Inquisitor to the table beneath him, face screwed into a baleful expression as he prepared to tell her that he'd had enough--and then the door flew open. He turned to glare at the intruder, hoping they would simply leave when they saw his expression, and saw Dorian standing in the door with a broad smile on his face. Before Cullen could change his expression, however, the Inquisitor shouted at Dorian to leave.

The brilliant smile turned to defeat in that one instant, and Dorian did as he was ordered.

As the door closed with a certain booming finality, a hand gripped Cullen with painful intimacy as the Inquisitor whispered You are mine. Never forget.

After that, Cullen finally gave in to the inevitable.

Following the incident in his office, Cullen found it easier not to interact with Dorian, either to smile or to frown. Ignoring him was the only way Cullen could make it through each day, that and focusing on his work. The Inquisitor made sure to dominate whatever time he had outside of work, so Cullen earned a reputation of fearsome dedication: to the Inquisition, and to the Inquisitor.

That hardness, that ruthlessness, spread out from the Inquisitor to the others as well, like ink in water. Leliana became nothing but whipcord and bone, her purpose entirely centered on bringing down the Venatori and Corypheus. Cassandra chose to ignore Cullen's resumption of the use of lyrium, accepting it as a necessary evil to bring down a worse one in a compromise which raised a permanent sense of unease within Cullen in her presence. Even Josephine's smile faded; instead, she acquired a constant line between her brows and a permanent squint as she stayed in her office for longer and longer hours.

But at least Corypheus had not won.

When rumors began to circulate about Dorian and Bull, it hurt. Oh it hurt, especially when the Inquisitor gleefully relayed just how much Dorian enjoyed sharing Bull's tent while on the field, and how much Bull needed Dorian after the Chargers' loss in battle. It didn't make Cullen want Dorian less, however, and made the burden of his guilt increase. After all, he was the one who had snubbed Dorian, wasn't he? Regardless of why he had done so, Cullen was the one who had set in place the distance between them.

At the same time, he felt guilty for not being happier that Dorian had found someone to be with, and that Bull had someone to turn to after his own loss. Maybe that was why Dorian went to the tavern so frequently now--for Bull, and not to drink away the pain of rejection and being alone. Yet even that did not assuage Cullen's guilt or dampen his desire. It simply drove them deeper, until he could almost convince himself they didn't exist at all.

Over time, Cullen came to see the parallels his present life had with what had come before. As in the Circle, his freedom and sanity slowly eroded as the lies surrounding him curled more and more tightly around him. As in Kirkwall, he pledged his loyalty to the tyrant who promised the end of that darkness coming for them all.

But this time, he knew he could not escape. The darkness was real, the evil that of one of the first darkspawn seeking to attain the power of a god. What was his own happiness against the need to stop such a monster? Besides, one day Corypheus would fall, and Cullen could lay down his burdens. Or he would perish in the attempt, leaving the fight to those who came after him.

Either way, he would be free.

And then the moment came, the glorious moment when they actually defeated Corypheus. Then, he couldn't help but smile. Who would not? The greater evil had been defeated, after all. There was no longer a need for the Inquisition, and therefore a Commander for it.

He would be free, and Dorian would be safe.

One more night, he endured her, one more night when he acted the part of doting partner for all to see. After so much time wearing that mask so tightly to his face, it passed quickly. The next morning, buoyed by anticipation, he rushed up to the library, eager to tell Dorian everything, that they were free to leave the Inquisitor behind now.

And found the Inquisitor waiting for him.

His steps faltered as she rose from the chair where Dorian normally sat reading his books. Her head tilted as she looked him up and down, and a wave of dread washed over him.

Where's Dorian?

Gone, never to return.

His face hardened, and he started to turn away. Then I must be going as well.

Her hand reached out to grab his. No. You cannot leave us. When he tried to pull away once more, she yanked him closer, then calmly laid his hand on the soft swell of her abdomen. No, she repeated. You cannot leave us.

His hope fled as the finality of his fate swept over him: he was hers, now and forever.

After all, it was no more than he deserved.

#cullrian #cullen x dorian #angst #dragon age inquisition #dai #cullen rutherford #dorian pavus #fic: Phases #fix-it gone wrong #my writing

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kingofthewilderwest · 5 years

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What do you do most of the time when you’re not on tumblr?

Thanks for asking to get to know me!!! I do MANY things! :D

Let’s get the “boring” thing out of the way: work! Occupationally, I work remotely as a theoretical linguistics contractor. Basically, that means I do freelance language analysis work for other companies. I sit at home in my pajamas at 2 AM listening to folk metal while doing boring repetitive language tasks for money. XD Usually, it involves me pouring through large databases of sentences and annotating pertinent information on top of the sentences, coding it according to the information another development team wants. What I input is what another team uses to improve an AI’s ability to understand English. For instance, maybe I’m going through a large corpus of sentences marking what the verb is, and how noun phrases relate to the verb (as the direct object, subject, etc.) My work helps accomplish a variety of practical uses. The reason why your search results are relevant on a website? The reason why virtual assistants like Siri are able to answer a question you ask it? That’s the stuff I work on, although I do the non-technical, non-programmy side of it, and am more or less just following instructions for what they want me to look for in the sentence databases they use to train their AIs.

I usually am held to non-disclosure agreements, so I can only say so much about what my work involves, but I have had the pleasure to partner with several collegiate universities, Amazon, the Mayo Clinic, Google, environmental research centers, local companies, and more over the years since I first began these gigs in 2012.

But like. Recreationally?

I LOVE DOING CREATIVE THINGS!!!!!!!

I’m usually running around doing three thousand eight hundred forty two and a half projects any given day. Music composition for indie films and video games; cosplay; fanfiction writing; original novel writing; learning new musical instruments (I own literally several dozen instruments…); drawing; Photoshop abuse; video game streaming; skiing; hiking; teaching myself new languages; collecting action figures and other rare fandom materials; getting distracted by cat videos; crying in feels over television shows; staring pointlessly at a wall for several hours; you name it!

At the moment, I’m working on a fancy pants fanfiction novel for Camp NaNoWriMo - which I hope I’ll be posting online in the next few months. I’m creating/planning cosplays for Envy (FMAB), Catra (She-Ra), Rufus (Deponia), and Krel (3Below) to debut at a cosplay convention in May (assuming I get my act together, which I probably won’t, let’s be real). I’m playing Anthem with my sister and brother-in-law and am streaming video games most Wednesdays on my twitch account - also now available on YouTube btw. I’m learning how to use illustration markers and digital art tools, while trying to improve my ability drawing humans and backgrounds. I’m teaching myself 日本語. I’m working with several friends to translate a book from German to English so we can play a roleplay game together where I GM (none of us speak German… whoopsies). I’m going to be drawing illustrations for a children’s book my grandpa wrote. I’m drafting the outline for an original novel I hope to publish in the future. I’m arranging a music suite for some of the Huzzah songs for the Deponia video game series. I’m talking with several friends about movie or game projects we could make. I’m playing Dungeons and Dragons as a gunslinging True Neutral alien. I’m planning several fandom AUs with friends that might turn into comics, fanfictions, or getting lost in the dust because I have a notorious, terrible record for finishing anything. I’m skiing with friends in the mountains before winter season ends. I’m trying to collect several difficult-ish-to-find FMA materials from eBay. I’m trying desperately to avoid making an AMV for a ship I’ve fallen into, but it’s probably going to happen despite my best efforts (damn Deponia has my heart right now, okay???). I’m haranguing my irl best friends by being a loving assholish punster gremlin to them. I’m wasting lots of my hours screwing around with friends on discord. And, I haven’t had the time yet, but I just bought a ukulele, so I want to get around to learning that, too. Only so much time in a day though…. uhhhhh….

This doesn’t mean all my projects are good… I am not talented in all these respects… but that doesn’t mean I get any less enjoyment out of all these creative hobbies!

I SWEAR I’ve recently been trying to limit the number of projects I’m doing at any given time. I even made myself a checklist for activities that I “allow” myself to do so I don’t start three hundred more pointless hare chases. But yeah! That’s the current day-to-day activities of Haddock!

Actually… this conversation is a good lead-in to something I’ve been meaning to say on my blog for a while.

It’s probably unsurprising that, given as I’m doing so much beyond tumblr, that I haven’t been spending an enormous amount of time answering analysis questions recently. My asks have begun stocking up over the last few months; though I have several hundred responses to answer and want to answer, the truth is that my life is prioritized elsewhere right now and I probably won’t get to things all that fast, if at all.

Tumblr has been an extraordinary experience for me and I’ll never like, leave-leave it behind. I’ve engaged a lot in tumblr because it’s provided me life, fandom, happiness, and a community I’ve attached to. It’s also given me hope: hope that my contribution to the fandom gives people happiness and meaning, too. Fiction is powerful for all of us and a way to give us inspiration and meaning. I hope that my engagement in fandom has helped other people feel happiness, inspiration, and meaning, too. Whenever I receive asks from people telling me kind things about my blog, I feel touched beyond words, because it makes me feel like my time on tumblr has been a benefit and a difference to other lives beyond my own, and there’s nothing better than that.

But I also admit: I’m ready to transition to New Things in life. My greatest goal in life is to make as meaningful of a difference as I can. I don’t want to breeze by my years doing nothing but recreation for myself: I want to do what I can to make a maximal difference in the lives of others for the better. Tumblr’s been fun and I hope I’ve made a good impact, but my deepest dreams and goals aren’t around tumblr analyses. They’re around creative writing, especially the wild dream to someday be a published author. I’m increasingly taking the steps and time to reach that goal. I’m done waiting; I’m done planning; I’m ready to charge forward and make this ambition reality, best as I can.

That means that, anymore, tumblr is a hindrance to my life’s greatest dreams, and I can’t do both full-tumblr-activities and reach my heart’s deepest wishes.

I’m honestly feeling a lot happier now that I’ve drastically reduced my time on tumblr. I’m so sorry that it’s resulted in me not answering many asks (that really would be fun to talk about), and I hope no one feels like I’ve forgotten or snubbed them. I’d do it if I had time. But I don’t have time. The truth is that I feel my life shifting to new directions, and I want to take that. Otherwise, I’ll live in a stagnant world in which I go nowhere… and I can’t have that. I can’t. I want to fly.

So I’m going to be continuing to march through with these other life projects. With the creative writing especially. I hope I can post some of this writing to you guys on tumblr, too! It means I’ll be spending less and less time on tumblr, doing analyses not-anywhere-as-often-as-I-used-to (I don’t know if I’ll ever answer everyone’s asks again, sorry!). Leave tumblr? No. I’ll still be here. But… my shift in time… it’s all in the dream to make meaning out of my life.

Thank you so much for asking again! I hope you’re having a great day, have some fun activities of your own, and are staying awesome!

#blabbing Haddock #kingofthewilderwest #non-dragons #about me #my life #ask #ask me #awesome anonymous friend #Anonymous

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sillyfudgemonkeys · 6 years

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Im curious as to why you hate Makoto for ripping of p3pfemc's looks but consent to Royal-chan for the same thing? ( I know you hate Makoto for a lot of other reasons, like her personality and such, but it seemed like you disliked her since prereveal/release?) If Royal chan ended up being a completely unrelated character to femc, will your opinion of her change ? (no hate really, i jst wanna know. \V/m )

It's no prob! In all honesty I didn't even think about this kind of question, but the answer came right away, so I guess time for a not so deep reflection.

So like full stop, if Poniko isn't connected to the FeMC and it's just Atlus messing with me, yeah I'mma be PISSED. Will I rip on her looks like no tomorrow? Maybe, depends on how it’s handled (like how bad they burn me, and even then I might wait for a spinoff cause they might go into the connection there rather than Royal). I think it's obvious I went harder on Makoto because I don't like her for other reasons, and so any small thing about her annoys me (tbh Yusuke's design annoys me too, but not as bad cause....I kinda just don’t care about him and who he’s copying as much, but I'll get to that in a bit)

Anyway I think we need some historical context, because I think it’s important. When Makoto (and Yusuke) where first shown......FeMC had been ignored for A LONG time. We had a non-canon play (which no one really talked about), and that was it. No game related stuff, not even featured in the game where people were getting ripped out of timelines. FeMC were BURNED. I’ll be honest, when Yusuke appeared......While the parallels between P2 were obvious (not just with him) he reminded me of Minato as well. It annoyed me we had to have the token blue hair character since the rule had been made since the P3 era (kinda enforced with some black haired characters from P1/2, combining P2 games together that is, if you want to include them), Atlus said they’d be trying new things..... but like....whateves. But my association with him as Minato increased....when Makoto came along.

Ngl I wasn’t pleased with the reveal of the last three girls (even didn’t like Haru, for ironically now what I love as an alt rewrite for her as, as I thought she’d be a mean and person full of herself due to calling herself ‘beauty thief’....Yeah all types of crazy here, I do love sweet Haru tho. And the reason for my opinion changing on the alt non-canon personality rewrite is just I.....see the appeal in it for the group dynamic now, while at the time I was afraid of disliking any of the characters or having them be disliked by the fandom.....which big laugh now haha :’D .....I want my happy P5 self back ;w;). Anyway back to the three girls, ngl one of the reasons I wasn’t happy was how they just dumped 3 more characters on us (too big a cast so can they handle it?, silly has to do more VA videos, I want the smaller cast back oh god don’t screw this up, and so on and so on). As for the characters, while Haru’s appearance in the trailer mislead me on her personality (for whatever reason)..... I just.....there was something about Futaba and Makoto I didn’t like. Futaba just rubs me all the wrong ways for reasons I can’t describe for back then (maybe the fact she looked like she’d be a troll and she kinda is), but Makoto it was clear...... She was ripping off FeMC’s look. The brown hair and red eyes.....the fact that Yusuke looked like Minato.....it felt like they were trying to draw them as expies of the P3MCs. And it pissed me off. I didn’t want an unrelated character look and remind me of the FeMC, I wanted FeMC herself! Why are you stealing her look????? And while some FeMC saw this and rolled with it as a joke (Hamu/Minty/Shin dressing up as Makoto/Yusuke/Goro to get into P5), other’s didn’t know who the FeMC was and thus.....didn’t see the blatant expy/rip off design. Seeing people be like “her character design is so original and cute and blah blah blah”.....it annoyed me....obviously (it didn’t help she grew in popularity doing absolutely nothing too, so initially it was all about her looks, and then I’ve been told a lot of her fans, at least male, has been mostly them saying the like her design and her hair and her eyes, and no everyone who likes Makoto is an FeMC fan so....yeah.....I mostly hear how it’s just about her design so I’m very focused on that in regards to her specifically BECAUSE of the fans). And yeah I know it was a bit petty/shallow reason, but I didn’t outright hate her atm, she was stepping on my toes badly but I was holding out till the game (where it finally cemented my hate for her, and now I legit hate her for petty, shallow, deep, and complex reasons). And lordy lord lord, it did not help Makoto’s name was Makoto, because that was a name some FeMC fans gave Hamuko (cause Makoto Yuki was the closest ‘canon’ name we’d get to P3MCs, and some people adopted it for both MCs cause it was gender neutral, so Niijima coming along and taking THAT away sucked ass, and I know different kanji, it still sucked tho). It just....felt like Atlus was spitting in FeMC fan’s face..... But anyway, I kept it in....for about....2ish years. Even when I was trying to stay positive.......and even when I was slowly starting to come out with negative opinions. I tried to keep it in.

Finally I decided to make it framed as a joke, because I started to see Makoto ripping off more characters than just FeMC (FeMC, Aika, and Naoto in the detective novel to be precise, but what got the ball rolling was realizing that it was Aika who Makoto ripped the hair and motor vehicle from with the FeMC’s color scheme). That’s where my brain started going other places than just being restricted to FeMC, and I started being more critical of Makoto’s design outside the FeMC (tho that still burned me). Because, imo, it’s not original, it annoyed me people would say she was original when she was really just a Frankenstein rip off of other characters (other loved characters, FeMC and Aika were pretty popular in their own right). It only continued to cement in my mind that....anything ‘original’ about Makoto was a farce, she just copies while the original gets left behind.

Tldr; FeMC had been snubbed for years, along comes two design expies that remind you of P3MCs (3 if you wanna include Goro/Ken but Goro looks different enough imo), Makoto is named Makoto (a name some used for FeMC), and Makoto is praised for her design for being original and blah blah blah when it’s not (for multiple reasons besides the FeMC, kinda more the fans reactions fault but I was already having design issues so it just bugged me more when they’d say these things). So yeah it felt like Makoto stole aspects of the FeMC, and it’s not like FeMC has a lot for herself, which really just stepped on my toes. Combined that with legit hating the character when I finally get to see her in action (and it’s because of her actions and writing that I hate-hate the character, but prior to that it was just her stepping on my toes while trying to keep an open mind into liking her), the stuff said before gets amplified more than before.

But months later, after the first post of me ripping on Makoto for taking FeMC and Aika’s design (tho my later posts were in drafts I just didn’t post them till later), something amazing happened on Aug 4th. FeMC finally came back to us. And holy shit obviously I was happy, but it doesn’t dismiss the fact I was aware of how much of design rip off/expy Makoto was, and it wasn’t just FeMC anymore. But gdi if the fact that the FeMC wasn’t being ignored anymore didn’t change the outlook for me as an FeMC fan. FeMC was back, she’s loved, care was put into her character in PQ2, just.....skdfalf;a so happy ;w; But also so hopeful, she was acknowledged again, she had been cut from the 20th anniversary event in official art, and that hurt us, but now she’s back back. And she was a main character in PQ2.....which leads to you questioning, what next?

Which brings us to Poniko, the one post hopeful outlook. Obviously she’s not starting in the same place as Makoto. Poniko has been revealed post-PQ2 FeMC....which means Atlus isn’t ignoring Hamuko (in fact a lot of the creators were stating they WANTED her back), we know the creators do love Hamuko. There’s also the fact.....Poniko looks less like an expy like Makoto (who imo looks like Soejima trying to emulate Kaneko’s art style, esp the eye shape, same with Yusuke too). Poniko? It goes beyond ripping off a design, she looks like she’s almost fully lifted from Hamuko, it just looks like Hamuko wearing a different outfit. Just straight up copy and paste. And would I have been pissed if she was revealed alongside Makoto? Maybe, or I might be theorizing that she is Hamuko herself like now (tho I think it’d get more push back due to Hamu being in Atlus’ basement for so long so it just being claimed as delusional and unlikely), or both (and then pissed when it’s revealed it’s not Hamuko). It’s just....she looks SO MUCH like Hamuko it can’t be a coincidence, and after PQ2 it feels less like one as well. Just.....the posture, the cinematic parallels, the hair color, the eye color, the eye shape, the eyelashes, the face structure, the way she stands.....Poniko just screams “I AM Hamuko” not “I just look like her because.” And it helps that other people in the fandom also see this too, some are hoping she’s a new person, but it seems people at least acknowledge that very obvious similarities between Hamuko and Poniko (while that didn’t really happen with P5 with Hamuko/Makoto).

And....tbh I feel like I might sound like I’m splitting hairs (at least with the words I’m using). And it might sound weird that I think Makoto ripped off enough Hamuko it pissed me off, but Poniko just.....is a copy and paste of Hamuko, just straight up Hamuko in a different outfit and hairstyle but it doesn’t. But it’s the historical context I think that sheds that light. And the fact Poniko might just BE Hamuko, and so it’d make sense if that was the case for them to look like each other (while it doesn’t make sense for Makoto to look like Poniko).

I guess it also helps that I personally had the headcanon Hamuko and Minato weren’t related (just strangers on the bridge in two separate cars), and they both survived the bridge accident but one became the leader of SEES and the other went on to live and do their own thing (until maybe a spinoff game pulls them back in). And while I.....well recalling it now I considered a reincarnation once in a hc scenario (opted for time travel forward cause that makes sense 8U I won’t go into it I had my reasons 8U), but looking at the 1st year symbol on Poniko (and reincarnation in other MegaTen works, I mean c’mon reincarnation is in the title) it feels plausible. And it works for Poniko because of the time the incident and the time to be reincarnated takes place (1999 being the accident and April 1 2000-April 2 2001 being the time frame she was born), which wouldn’t ever work for Makoto because she was born in 1998 (so even if I HAD considered Makoto it wouldn’t have worked, esp since they never tell us she jumped grades, it’s not possible....and while I’m all for hc and grey areas, this is something that WOULD be explicitly told because it’s not common in Japan and Atlus has been explicit about characters not in the ‘right’ grades before, just an fyi there 8U).

I dunno I feel like there’s distinct clear reasons that I can fit them into separate categories. And yeah if Poniko isn’t Hamuko I’mma be burned too, BUT I’mma wait till a spinoff post-Royal before I get pissy.....cause I don’t expect clear answers to other past games in another game’s mainline entry (I only expect shallow shoutouts tbh). So yeah, just so you know where the deadline for my expectations are.

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annashipper · 6 years

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Megapost Nr. 3 - June 23rd 2018

London Anon: Hello, Anna, London Anon's here! Did you saw the latest tweet from James R.? He's in London now and tweeted about" breakfast in pal's house, vegan (! ) breakfast and how pal's small children wanted to hear some piano music 😂. No names. It could be just a friend. But is it a tiny shoutout to Ben and "his imaginary kids" ? James wants to play some PR or what? Sorry, i can't do screencaps. I was browsing Twitter, saw" vegan friend with kids and piano" and nearly choked on my coffee.

Anna: Hi London Anon and welcome in our midst! :D

I’m sure James’ tweet was referring to Ben. The question is why they don’t realise baity tweets don’t work on any of the Skeptics anymore. On the plus side, at least James is a great friend who’s willing to go the extra mile for Ben.

Nonny Nr. 1: hahahhaha yeah, its gonna take more than that to convince me these kids are real. like, i dunno, seeing them. alive. once. in their life

Anna: But... we’ve already gotten a pap walk in HD from NYC for Pilo, and Weirdo was even smiling for the paparazzo who was taking the pics Nonny. What more do you need to be convinced? :P

Nonny Nr. 2: oh man, they really are painting a very specific family image. its the exact image i expected of ben and sophie. totally unreal and unbelievable, but totally predictable. these people are disgusting, and i include james the liar in that pile of disgusting as well.

Anna: Sorry Nonny, but I don’t agree with you. I would (and have actually done it in the past) lie for my friends. I actually think James’ tweet would have been a great touch in furthering the narrative Ben’s trying to push, had it only come at least 2 years earlier...

Nonny Nr. 3: they really need to get someone who lives on the street to talk about the kids, proving that they are seen in the area, since there is no evidence that they've ever been spotted in the nabe in years

Anna: Nonny, do “hardcore skeptics” who just happen to live very close to Ben’s new property and have seen Ben with his family around the neighbourhood multiple times count?

Cause I get such anonymous asks almost on a weekly basis, and the anonymous people who send them to me are VERY skeptical of Ben’s private life, even though they know for a fact the children are definitely real and they always report that Ben gazes at Weirdo tenderly during their strolls. None of them take pictures of the adorable family of course, because they respect Ben’s privacy too much for that, but they do see them out and about almost on a daily basis. And they are hardcore skeptics of course. They invariably tell me that on every single such ask I get.

Of course I never understood what they’re skeptical about given what they have witnessed with their own two eyes... but I believe them. And so should you!

Nonny Nr. 4: they should all go for a post breakkie stroll. im sure the neighbours are wondering where all the kids are

Anna: I'm sure I’ll get reports from at least 4 different very skeptical anons tomorrow about it Nonny :P

Nonny Nr. 5: hey PR? can we get a move on? we all know you have this story written, and this is all a narrative that is going to be controlled and released, lots of little stupid things like this, to wrap it up in an end w no blame. can we move it along? getting bens friends to lie like this is annoying. i know you have to but lets pick up the pace.

Anna: Now, THAT would be lovely Nonny. Intern, let’s skip all of the unnecessary baitiness and speed the whole thing up after Weirdo’s Wimbledon photo ops, shall we?

Nonny Nr. 6: “ The uninstalling of PrBatch won't happen...” I’m sorry honey nonny, you may take it in wrong order, when BTCC decides to take back his own life the shownance ends and the PRBatch uninstalls, not the other way.

Anna: Nonny, I couldn’t possibly agree more.

Nonny Nr. 7: I didn't view the TCA thing as a snub tbh, miniseries actors aren't commonly in the individual category. There's no rule against it or anything, maybe the critics feel TV is more shows? Over the last 25 years, only two miniseries actors have ever between nominated (Pacino for Angels in America and Giamotti for John Adams; no actresses at all). That's out of over 100 nominees.

Anna: Actually Nonny, Sara Paulson received the award two years ago for her performance on The People VS OJ Simpson.

Izzy: "To be perfectly honest, this is the first time I ever even heard of the TCAAs."- it's not new at all but from what I understand the ceremony is a private event. So I think it not being televised makes it forgetable lol

Anna: I’m sure that has A LOT to do with it Izzy :o)

@i-luv-benny-c: Wow, that part where BC lectures the magazine interviewer who dares to ask about his family. He should have stopped after “Sorry but I don’t talk about my private life”. And then he goes on to talk about his private life! His OTT defensiveness (both verbal and non-verbal) reminds me of his saying 2 years ago that people think his wife and child are PR stunts. And his statement, “This is a touchy issue for me” convinces me even more that his family is fake.

BC’s response to the interviewer reveals how the showmance has taken its toll on him, aging him well past his years. He lashes out like a trapped animal. He’s painted himself into a corner and the walls are closing in. This is so sad.

Anna: @i-luv-benny-c, you know how I usually don’t agree with you on anything? Well, today is not one of those days ;o)

Izzy: "I love that Ben has realised his shortcomings when it comes to providing convincing anecdotes about the pillows, so he seems to have taken a steep turn towards skipping discussing them altogether. Wise move!"-

Except hes already talked about his private life enough that its weird to suddenly act defensive that someone mentions it. He interrupts the interviewer to say he doesn't talk about his private life as they refer to something he had already said about it. Then he goes on to say they travel with him, which sure sounds like talking about something private to me. It would be one thing if he was responding to a particularly prying question but he seemed to get defensive at the mention of them. If he's going to get snippy now when people bring up the kids The Grinch promo is gonna be hella awkward.

Anna: He’s not gonna get snippy about people bringing up the pillows during The Grinch promo Izzy. In fact, I expect the pillows to be one of the selling points he’ll be using for the pitch. I’m sure they’ll be just like the bank notes during The Imitation Game promo ;o)

Mom Anon: See? I’m not online for the afternoon and something happens! Well, judging by the comments, the Skeptics are taking it with a grain of salt. Could indeed be anyone but it indeed reads like James means Ben. Ah well, the nans will love it!

Anna: I don’t know if it was you or me being offline for the day Mom Anon, but I’m tempted to go offline for an entire month for no particular reason to just see what’ll happen :P

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bigmacdaddio · 3 years

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The Jesse Owens story - 5/25/1935 - Big Ten Championships...

The incredible Jesse Owens had THE single greatest day in track & field history (In my humble opinion) I could not get the article from Sports Illustrated to copy over so I just copied the textOn May 25, 1935, Jesse Owens had greatest hour in sports history -Four world records in three quarters of an hour! Not 45 weeks or 45 days but 45 minutes.More than 85 years ago on a Tuesday, at the 1935 Big Ten Track and Field Championships in Ann Arbor, Mich., Jesse Owens didn't rewrite the record book -- he tore it up.In less than an hour, the 21-year-old Ohio State sophomore tied the world record in the 100-yard dash and then set the world record in the long jump, the 220-yard dash and the 220 low hurdles.One year later at the 1936 Berlin Olympics, the black son of an Alabama sharecropper became an athletic legend when he grabbed Adolf Hitler's toxic theories of racial supremacy and stuffed them in the fuhrer's face by winning gold medals in the 100 and 200 meters, the long jump and the 4x100 relay.Owens' dominant week in Berlin is part of American athletic lore, but his Olympic performances have been duplicated or surpassed. Carl Lewis won the same four events at the 1984 Los Angeles Olympics. Speedskater Eric Heiden captured five gold medals at distances ranging from 500 to 10,000 meters at the 1980 Lake Placid Winter Games.Swimmer Mark Spitz won seven gold medals, all in world-record time, over eight days at the 1972 Munich Games. Michael Phelps won eight golds at the 2008 Beijing Olympics.But Owens' one-day blockbuster in Ann Arbor has no parallel, not only in track and field but in any sport. It is the greatest single day performance in athletic history, superior to Wilt Chamberlain's 100-point outburst or to the Redskins' Sammy Baugh throwing four touchdown passes and adding an NFL record four interceptions in one game.That Owens took care of business in less than an hour -- and with an injured back -- adds even more luster to a name that has always ranked near the top of American sports heroes."People are surprised at how competitive Owens would still be as an athlete today," said Robert Gary, the current Ohio State track and field coach and meet director of the annual Jesse Owens Track Classic in Columbus. "I don't think many people realize what a phenomenal athlete he was."Indeed, 75 years later, Owens still holds the Buckeyes' school record in the long jump.Owens' time in the national spotlight was short -- only about four years. He first drew attention when he tied the 100-yard dash world record of 9.4 seconds as a Cleveland high school senior in 1933. He followed with a record four individual titles at both the 1935 and 1936 NCAA championships (Owens scored 40 of the Buckeyes' 40.2 points at the '35 meet) and then exited track shortly after draping himself in glory in Berlin.But if Owens' career was abbreviated in years it was long on achievement, and never more so than at Michigan's Ferry Field on May 25, 1935.At the start of the day, Owens didn't know if he could finish even one event. He had injured his lower back falling down the stairs five days earlier while roughhousing with his fraternity brothers and was still hurting as he warmed up.After debating with Ohio State track coach Larry Snyder on whether to compete, Owens decided to take it one event at a time.And what a time it was.3:15 p.m. 100: After a slow start Owens' tremendous acceleration put him ahead at 30 yards. His official winning time of 9.4 seconds tied the world record, yet more than half of the race's official timers clocked him in 9.3, a new world mark. Rules of the day, however, stipulated that a runner be given his slowest time. The first official 9.3 100 would have to wait for 1948.3:25 p.m. Long jump: Owens needed just one leap to improve the world record by more than a half-foot to 26 feet 8¼ inches. Only Bob Beamon's legendary 29-2½ jump at the 1968 Mexico City Olympics has improved the long jump record by a greater distance. Beamon's altitude-aided record lasted 23 years. Owens' mark lasted 25. Seventy-three years later at the 2008 Olympics, Owens' 1935 jump would have placed seventh."The scary part to me always has been how good Owens was for the very little long jump training he did," said Jon Hendershott, associate editor of Track and Field News. "And the back problem restricted him to just a single jump at the '35 Big Ten. Yet he set a world record that lasted for a quarter-century. Pretty stunning stuff."3:34 p.m. 220: Until the 1960s, the 220 in the United States often was run on a straightaway rather than on a curve, and the sight of the smooth-striding Owens in full flight over a furlong must have been breathtaking. Owens ran 20.3 seconds to crush the old mark of 20.6. Because the 220 is more than a yard longer than 200 meters, Owens also received credit for breaking the world 200 straightaway record.Ohio State's Gary said photos of the 220 make it appear "like no one else is in the race."4 p.m. 220 low hurdles: Low hurdles stand only 2 feet, 6 inches (high hurdles are a foot taller), allowing Owens, who was not a gifted hurdler, to use his great speed between the barriers to defeat more technically superior opponents. He became the first runner to break 23 seconds with a time of 22.6 to win by five yards. He also received credit for the 200-meter hurdle record. The low hurdles event was discontinued at U.S. national meets after 1962.Owens had averaged a world record every 11 minutes. To find a similar scale of achievement one has to journey to the realm of art and think of Mozart needing only six weeks to compose his final three symphonies in the summer of 1788 or of Shakespeare writing Henry V, Julius Caesar and As You Like It in the same year.Owens, perhaps the smoothest sprinter of all time, was an athletic artist and with each record the Ferry Field crowd of 5,000 cheered louder. So many fans wanted to congratulate Owens after the meet that he had to leave the locker room through a bathroom window.He was a national story and would join boxer Joe Louis as the best-known black athlete in the country. His startling achievement impressed even those not normally associated with sports.Humorist Will Rogers observed: "Mr. Owens ... broke practically all the world records ... with the possible exception of horseshoe pitching and flagpole sitting."Honors and financial opportunities were slow to flow Owens' way. For all the talk of being snubbed by Hitler at the '36 Olympics (some reports say the German leader actually offered a small wave to the American champion), Owens always said he was more upset by never having received recognition from President Franklin D. Roosevelt. In neither 1935 nor 1936 did he win the Sullivan Award, emblematic of the nation's top amateur athlete.Only weeks after his historic triumph in Berlin, he was suspended by the Amateur Athletic Union for not competing in a minor track meet in Sweden. Owens preferred to get back to the U.S. to see his family and take advantage of endorsement opportunities that, ultimately, failed to materialize.White Olympic swimmers like Johnny Weissmuller and Buster Crabbe could play Tarzan in the movies. Such avenues weren't open to Owens. To make money he had to run in exhibitions against horses.Finally, in 1955, President Dwight Eisenhower honored Owens as an "ambassador of sport" and he received the Presidential Medal of Freedom from Gerald Ford in 1976. He also worked as a roving ambassador for Ford Motor Company and the U.S. Olympic Committee.A decades-long cigarette habit eventually caught up with Owens and he died of lung cancer in 1980 at the age of 66.Owens' records seem almost quaint today. Jamaica's Usain Bolt can run 100 meters about as fast as Owens covered 100 yards even though the metric sprint is more than 9 yards longer.Bolt, however, doesn't compete in the hurdles or the long jump. Unlike Owens, he doesn't run on dirt tracks or without the benefit of starting blocks.With prize money and commercial endorsements now permissible in international track and field, Bolt can train year round and doesn't have to work in a gas station as Owens did in college. Bolt can compete as long as his body allows him. Owens last raced when he was 22.One can speculate what Owens might have accomplished had he competed longer. Carl Lewis recorded his best marks in the 100 meters and long jump when he was 30.Maybe Owens would have run a 10.1 100 meters, which wasn't accomplished until 1956, or notched the first 27-foot long jump, which didn't happen until 1961.Yet considering how transcendent Owens was at Ann Arbor and again at Berlin, it would be like asking Michelangelo to touch up the Sistine Chapel or for Mark Twain to rework Huckleberry Finn.The masterpieces speak for themselves.As Hendershott noted, Owens' day of days in Ann Arbor "is likely never to be equaled, let alone beaten, in any sport."Ferry Field still stands. Outside the track a plaque commemorates Owens' record-shattering day. It is, perhaps, the ultimate compliment in college sports that a University of Michigan athletic facility continues to honor the achievements of an Ohio State Buckeye.Richard Rothschild is a longtime track and field writer and editor who lives outside of Chicago

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lunarymagic · 7 years

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11 Questions Meme

Tagged by @edgeoflight! <3 :)

Answer 11 questions and then come up with 11 of your own and tag followers.

1. What place would you visit if money and time were no object?

Japan and New Zealand seem to be a tie for me!

2. What book have you read that influenced you the most?

It’s an obvious one but: Tolkien’s books. He saved me in so many ways (and in fact, some of the things he has said about himself makes me think he too suffered from bouts of depression.) His writing never ceases to give me hope. I watched the films when they first came out before reading Lord of the Rings but I was still heavily impacted, and when I got to The Silmarillion: damn. <3

3. Tell me about a time when deciding something differently would’ve changed your whole life.

I was an Art and English double major for a year before deciding I wanted to become a pharmacist. I always wonder what would have happened if I decided to just stick with that plan (FWIW, the first semester after my change in studies was one of the biggest highlights of my life both personally and creatively. So! :D *shrugs* )

(and putting the rest behind a cut because this got so long!)

4. What do you see as being the next big revolutionary technological innovation?

I want to see A.I. become a thing, and they are on their way. Unfortunately, governments are apparently already requesting for war machines because of fucking course. Meanwhile I’m thinking how wonderful it would be to marry a robot. Because I always was fascinated by them. I’d love to hold a philosophical conversation with a robot, at least. Why should everything be about war? That’s so primitive! Let’s have intelligent robots who can help carry humans from one room to another in hospitals while also holding friendly conversations with them! Or just keeping the sick company? Keeping elderly in nursing homes company? Keeping anyone who is lonely and doesn’t have family company?! Or nanny/babysister robots you can trust! Or even friendly robots you can just...feel safe around! Seriously, people stop being so fucking primitive we’ve had over hundreds of thousands of years of evolution just to make a fucking war machine WTF NO WONDER GOD HAS ABANDONED OUR ASSES!

*takes a deep, calming breath* I hate war. Anyhow:

5. If you reached out with your left hand, what would you touch?

A bunch of books, sketchbook, loose papers, tons of sketches, hand-drawn maps of the Ironverse, some open mail for some reason, an old tablet for some reason. Nail clipper. Is useful. Some cheap color pencils for idea sketching. And for some reason a box of unplayed-with puzzles. All stacked in a neat matter on a small table, too.

6. Which is the most important: truth, beauty, freedom, or love?

Truth is beauty, truth sets you free, and being true is to be love. So, truth! :D

7. What’s your relationship with your parents like?

...Complicated. Well, with one of them at least. With Dad it’s pretty much good and stable and normal. With Mom it’s...it’s a roller coaster ride. Things have gotten very ugly several times before (don’t even ask about the past) but also? She has supported me in ways so-called “friends” never did and we would literally kill someone if they hurt the other even if we’re ready to mutually kill each other so...yeah, complicated! :D

8. If I gave you a million in your own currency but told you that you couldn’t spend it on yourself – you had to give it away – what would you do with it? You can divide it up as much as you like, but you can’t keep any of it.

There are so many charities I would give to. And research funds, holy crap. If there’s anything that can help pancreatic cancer patients I would do that in particular because even with advancements in treating cancers, with there being more and more survivors now than ten, twenty years ago, PC continues to be a fast killer and I’d want for the next research focus to go on early detection and treatment.

9. Do you believe that patriotism is a good thing or a bad thing?

It depends on what we’re talking about. In the country I was born in, there are people trying to erase my entire heritage and culture and history. I’m patriotic in the sense that I will not back down, will refuse to be erased or written out of history.

At the same time, I do live in America, am an American, and have seen the more toxic form of patriotism. There’s a balance to be reached. Patriotism when it is not about only you. When it’s love for your land but not at the expense of others or snubbing others.

10. How would you define romance?

Ew. XD Well, that was my first thought when I saw the question! Which is weird because I’m considered shipper trash? I honestly don’t know how I would define it. I don’t care much for it in RL? And in fiction my ships come in a wide spectrum from the fluffiest shit to...the most violently abusive shit ever that I don’t even post on AO3 (yes I’m talking about the Valttu/Lalli stuff.) I just like the dynamics and that’s it I guess? I dunno! And in RL I literally do not even care or pay attention to it. Too busy making love to the Ironverse. XD

11. Imagine you are very old and dying. What do you think you will regret, if anything?

Nothing, maybe. Not because my life is perfect -- it is far from that -- but because I have learned to not ever live with regrets. Everything happens for a reason, even if it’s damn painful, and I learn something from them. That’s how I’ve lived all this time.

And my questions:

1. Autumn or Spring?

2. What sort of dreams do you typically have?

3. Thirteen hungry dwarves have come uninvited to your house! Quick, what do you prepare for them?

4. Five songs or groups you've been into lately?

5. Would you rather be saved by an Elven prince plagued by a terrible Oath or a Space Alien princess overcome by grief?

6. This world is falling apart but a portal has opened up. Which fictional world would you like to live in for the rest of your life?

7. The most hilarious mishap you've had or had witnessed?

8. If you’re a fanfic writer: do you remember the first ever fic you ever wrote? Or if you write mainly original fic: first story? Artists: first art piece?

9. What book or show or movie or game was dearest to your heart as a child?

10. Any book/movie/show/game rec for your followers?

11. Is the absence of evidence an evidence of absence?

And I tag: @inside-the-mountain, @pyropelove413, @superheroladies, @eatyourgrapes, @naryrising, @the-wavesinger, @squirrelwrangler, @sathinfection, @kainoliero, @independence1776, @yuuago

And, of course, anyone else who wishes to do this! :)

#about the moon mother #the moon mother does memes

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intimatevoid · 7 years

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Also stolen from @notfinlandjosswhedon because apparently I’m trying to steal her identity

If someone looked on your bed, what would they find? Pillows and blankets, but probably a bunch of clothes as well.

Are you nice to everyone? I try very hard to be.

Is it possible to be single and happy? Of course.

Is it easy for people to make you cry? Depends on the day, and how bad my mental health is fucking me up.

Did you sleep alone last night? No, I was in Ash’s bed.

Do you play with dead bugs? I mean, if I’m really bored, and they’re there in front of me, and I can’t pull my phone out but still need to fidget

Honestly, are you dating two people? I was until a couple of months ago.

Do you think things will change in the next 3 months? I would like them to.

Have you ever slept in the same bed with someone other than family? Of course.

What if you had a baby with the person you like? Then I would wonder how the fuck I managed to produce viable genetic material, all things considered.

Are you happy? pffthahahahahahaha

Have you ever tripped in public? Who hasn’t?

Is there anyone who doesn’t like you? Yeah, a bad breakup last year led to some pretty heavy fallout.

Have you ever sat in the back of a police car? Nope.

What’s a fact about the last person that texted you? I stole this survey off her! :D

Has anyone called you perfect before? I don’t think so.

Where is the biggest scar on your body? On my right shin.

Have you ever been told you were amazing? Heh, yeah. The words, “Good? That was amazing, I want to fall at your feet” comes to mind.

If you could go back and change something in the past 5 months, would you? Hm. Maybe, but make it a year and 5 months and I’d prefer that.

What pissed you off today? Just my pain, and the heat.

What was the last thing you cried about? I thought about animals and for some reason that made me cry.

Do you know anyone who drinks a lot? the person i stole this from lmao

Who sits next to you in English? Hm. Back then, I think it was Anna Seymour and Emily Incsh.

Ever talked to someone who was drunk? Often.

How late did you stay up last night and why? I don’t really “stay up”, I just sleep when I’m tired and wake up when I’m done sleeping.

Do you know how to properly use grammar in a sentence? In English, absolutely. 私の日本語は貧しいです。

Are your parents very protective of you? Lord no. I mean, considering everything I went through because of them, it’s a miracle I’m still alive.

How many drugs are in your system? None, I think. I haven’t smoked pot in a fair while. But if it went back that far, it would still only be that one.

Is it easy to pretend everything’s okay for you? pffthahahahahaha

Are you afraid of losing the last person you talked to on the phone? Nope, they were a telemarketer.

Do you think you are a good person? I don’t know if I am, but I know I certainly wasn’t in the past, so now I try very hard to be one now.

Have you ever cried cause you were so mad? Yeah, in my last breakup.

Could you last in a relationship for over a year? Sure, that’s my current one.

Who were you with on your birthday? I don’t remember. Probably just Ash. I don’t really do anything for my birthdays.

Have you ever crawled through a window? Yeah, I used to have to do it to break into my parents’ house while I still lived there.

First person to talk to you in 2014 I think it was Greg. If I’m not wrong, that was the new year’s eve we drove out to the Postman’s Ridge bus stop with chips and skittles, and watched the fireworks they were setting off at Picnic Point. One of the few memories with him that I actually care about.

Do you miss your past? No, but sometimes I miss my naivety.

It’s 4 in the morning, your phone rings, who is it? Not a clue. Nobody calls me.

Do you have anything interesting planned for the next week? Not really. I’m probably going to go visit a friend for a cuppa, but really nothing else.

Who was the last person to text you? Do you know when that person’s birthday is? Last message was from Maddie. Third of June, bitch. :P I have a memory for birthdays, what can I say.

What were you doing 4 hours ago? Playing Mass Effect.

Is there a certain song that you can’t stop listening to atm? I think it’d be Smoke and Mirrors, by Poets Of The Fall.

Tell me 3 things that your friends don’t know about you. Oh wow. Most people know a great deal about me. Um... 1) The only perfume I’ve ever liked wearing is a dupe from a shitty pharmacy. 2) I’m exceedingly good at manipulating people but my sense of guilt is too strong to let me do it often. 3) My spiritual beliefs barely make sense to even me.

What is something that people often give to you as a gift? Video games. I seriously get given, at LEAST one or two games every couple of months. Like, for no reason at all except that people like me and want to give me gifts. I am sooooo not complaining. <3

Do you tend to hold on to a lot of stuff you don’t need, just because it has sentimental value? No, I learned to cull my shit fairly brutally. Actually I haven’t done that in a while, and really ought to do it again once I have the spoons.

What is something that reminds you of your ex? the tab i have open of our ongoing conversation, for starters

Has the last person you kissed ever cried in your arms? Yeah, a few times.

Which would you prefer to receive as a gift - flowers or chocolate? I’ve received flowers once and it was sweet, but I much prefer chocolate.

When did you last take a shower/bath? Do you wash your hair every time? Last night, I think. And not always, but usually. Actually I rarely wash my hair, because it doesn’t like it, but I condition it frequently.

Would you prefer to be somewhere else right now? Yeah, somewhere cooler.

Do any of your followers on Tumblr have your phone number? I think a few do, yeah.

Will you be going out tonight, or staying in? It’s 3am and I have stayed in aaaaaaall night.

How many times have you been in love? Four times. Two of them are still current.

If you were heartbroken, who would help you pick up the pieces? Probably Ash, Chloe, Dusty and/or maybe Ruin.

How would you feel about dating someone who had a reputation for being a player in the past? Do you think that players will ALWAYS be players, or is it possible that they can change? Like, if they prided themself on being a player then I would probably snub them for doing that when they could perfectly well be polyamorous instead.

Did you sleep well last night? Not great. Woke up in a lot of pain.

Is your bedroom big enough for you? Not in the slightest. There’s barely enough room for my bed and my desk and nothing else. This unit is so small.

Are you looking forward to seeing someone soon? Yeah, although with the people I’d really like to see, I do not have current visit arrangements. I wish more people would come to visit me. That’s always a nice change.

Ever had a one-night stand? Nope.

Is anyone flirting with you? I wish!

Have you ever felt pressure to do anything you didn’t want to, like smoking, drinking, or losing your virginity, before you were ready for it? If so, how did you deal with that? I don’t think so.

Do you consider yourself to be an intelligent person? Why/why not? I think I’m pretty average. I have more thorough viewpoints of some things, but I’m also thick as a post about some others, so like, whatever. Intelligence is a lie anyway, it’s about what you value.

Who would you most like to be stuck in a lift with? Any of my friends I guess.

Is there anyone you’d HATE to be stuck in a lift with? Any male or masculine stranger.

Have you ever seen your father cry? Yeah, once. I don’t remember why tho.

How would your parents react if you got pregnant? I’m incapable of getting pregnant or getting others pregnant.

Do you/did you keep to your school’s uniform/dress code? Yeah. I found security in it.

If the last person you kissed said you were the only one they wanted, would you believe them? Considering that they have a boyfriend as well as me, I would be surprised and a little concerned.

What was the highlight of your summer? The storms.

The last time you threw up, was it because you were hungover? No, it was because I was deathly ill.

Who was the last person that invited you to their house? Ruin, I think.

Have your parents ever told you about any alternative names they considered for you, or the name they would have chosen, if you’d turned out to be a boy? My parents considered the names Hannah and Reuben for me before I was born.

Are you friends with any of your exes? I’m friends with one of them.

Have you ever had to make an emergency phone call? Nope.

If you’re in a relationship, how is it going? If you’re single, are you looking for someone? I’m in a relationship that’s going well, and I’m looking for someone.

What language do you like the sound of? Japanese, Italian, Gaelic.

Think about the last guy, outside of family, that you had a conversation with. Do you find him sexy? Well considering that I dated him for a year, and would totally still go back for platonic, non-committal smooches if he wanted em? Yeah, you could say that.

What do you think is an assumption that someone could make about you, just by looking at your Tumblr? Would this assumption be correct? I legit haven’t the faintest idea.

What’s the most attractive physical feature of the person you love/like? People, not person, and: Their tummy. Her eyes. Their waist. Their hair. And her mouth.

Do you consider yourself to be a strong person? Why/why not? Yeah, I’m tanky as hell. I even like to lift people up when I hug them.

Tell me about a special moment you’ve had with the person you love/like. The other day when I was having a bad time so they took me out for bubble tea and ramen. That was a special day.

Do you have any relationship with the state of California? None whatsoever.

What’s something about other people that drives you crazy? People who leave their pegs on the communal clothesline.

What are you doing? This survey.

What are you wearing? Booty shorts and a very light jumper.

Baseball is the best sport hands down…right? um excuse me take your shitty sports out of this house of roller derby

Do you like chocolate? I surely do.

Like the movie Elf? I cannot stand Will Ferrell.

Ok let’s talk travel, do you like to travel? In theory, yes.

Where have you been? Nowhere, because I am poor.

Next place you want to go? I want to go to Sydney next year to see Dusty, and on my “someday” list is Manitoba to see Chloe.

If you’re quiet what does it mean? It usually means I’m fine.

Something that makes you smile? Animals.

Do you mind watching chick flicks? Not anymore. I used to enjoy them, but now I look at how many problems jealousy and backwards social views on romance cause, and I just want to yell.

When’s your birthday? 23rd of January. (You're welcome, Maddie. :P)

If you need a hug at 3 in the morning, who do you ask? Ash.

Do you mind if people just show up at your house unannounced? If they’re a friend, I’m fine with it.

Do you enjoy rain? More than any other kind of weather.

Are you one of those people who are always tripping over things? Yeah, I’m clumsy as hell.

Would you ever consider taking evening classes in anything? Yeah, I’d like to take proper Japanese classes someday.

Do you like sushi? Yes yes yes!

Have any of your friends gotten engaged recently? Yeah, some friends and family.

Would you ever drop everything and go travelling for several months? If I could afford to, it would be the Dream ;A;

How many bedrooms are there in your house? Two.

Have you ever built a sandcastle? As a kid, yeah.

Do you use an instant messenger? If so, what is it? I like to use Telegram, but I also use FB Messenger because very few of my friends use TG.

Do you watch reba? Never heard of it.

How many more days til your school is out? I have not gone to school in a long time.

Do you drink a lot of soda? Sometimes. Usually with takeaway.

How do you look right now? Like I’m in the middle of a long-term depressive episode, and wouldn’t you know, it’s perfectly accurate lmao

Were you taken last year on Valentine’s Day? Yeah, I was dating Ash and Seb.

Do you remember who you were interested in around this time last year? Yeah. Still interested in them lmao

Would you rather date someone you think is cute, or someone who you think is hot? Honestly the two kind of overlap in my standards.

Do you go to school currently? Nope.

Did you make a best friend in high school? Nope.

You’re currently listening to? My shitty fan struggling to produce a breeze.

Who are you expecting a call from? Nobody.

When will your next kiss take place? Probably in Ash’s bedroom or mine.

Are you afraid of roller coasters? No, although I’ve never been on one.

What were you doing at 7:00 AM? I was awake.

Can you keep a secret? Sure can.

Do Italian/French/Spanish accents turn you on? Accents don’t really turn me on.

Do you hate the last girl you had a conversation with? Nope.

Did you speak to your mother today? Nope.

What’s your favourite coffee shop?: On the rare occasions I drink coffee, Crazy Goat Espresso is a pretty cute place.

Have you ever taken a bath with someone?: As a kid, yeah.

What’s your grandma’s name?: My grandmas are named Valerie and Nancy.

Where is your biological father right now?: Probably at home sleeping.

Do you have any freckles?: Nope, but I wish I Did.

Do you like orange juice?: Lord, yes. Especially with the pulp still in.

Did you watch the Cosby Show when you were younger?: Nope.

Have you ever dated someone as a rebound from your old relationship? Nope.

Which of your exes is the best looking? Ngl, Seb’s grin still makes me melt ^^;

What would you do if your ex broke down and told you they loved you? I would be surprised and would not know how to react.

Does rebounding really help at all? I sincerely doubt it.

Where did your last ex ask you out? Well, we were smooching before he asked me out, so after that is kinda hazy.

Have you ever seen somebody get arrested? Nopee.

Would your parents be okay with you dating someone of another race? My parents wouldn’t know until they saw happenstance pics. I literally don’t care what they would think.

#tumblr games

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dragonfly756 · 3 years

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Tagged by the lovely @the-golden-ghost!

Why did you choose your URL? I used to play this old online game that I've forgotten the name of, and this was the randomly generated dragon related username! I've stuck with it ever since, though it does seem.... Nondescript by Tumblr standards. (I've been thinking of changing it, just not sure to WHAT yet.)

Any side-blogs? If you have them, name them and why you have them. Not really, I do have a private blog for testing out a theme I'm trying to make. My HTML is super rusty and I didn't want to turn my main blog into some graphic-design-is-my-passion experiment. Yet.

How long have you been on tumblr? I'm genuinely not sure at this point, probably 2015?

Do you have a queue tag? No way, I don't even have a queue!

Why did you start your blog in the first place? Maybe this isn't the Good Tumblr User thing to say, but I just genuinely like the vibe of this place, as someone who worries about annoying people if I talk about my interests too much, it's nice to know that people can either A: Block me if it gets on their nerves, or B: Have the same interests and not block me!

Why did you choose your icon/pfp? I like jellyfish :D

Why did you choose your header? I don't have a header right now, it's to symbolize my lack of a head, and sometimes brain.

What’s your post with the most notes? The "No middle sliders in Monster Factory" one, I'm not very involved in larger fandoms so it was an honor to see it take off so much, I whipped out MS paint for it and everything.

How many followers do you have? 54!

How many blogs do you follow? 94, I could've sworn I followed more people

Have you ever made a shitpost? Other than meta posts that's basically all my *original content* dude.

How often do you use Tumblr every day? Hard to say, if I'm in front of a computer I usually have it open, but I'm usually doing other stuff and only check it occasionally. A bit like a morning paper that you carry around all day that also has people in it!

Did you have a fight/argument with a blog once? Nah, I'm too boring for that, which is good, because I'm also conflict-averse and extremely petty.

How do you feel about “you need to reblog this post”? I understand why people reblog them, but I often feel posts like that don't have A: Concrete ways to help with a situation. (Donation links, actions you can take.) B: News/Perspectives that you can't find elsewhere.

Bottom Line, I don't want to reblog something just to make myself feel like a good person, especially since it often comes at the expense of talking over those effected. Plus I think my followers are smart people and can read the news without being guilt-tripped.

Do you like tag games? I do! It's nice to see a friend thinking of you. I've forgotten one about my favorite fictional characters by accident and now it's been a year and it would be weird to fill it out now, though, (Sorry guys! it wasn't meant as a snub!)

Do you like ask games? I haven't done any before, it might be fun though!

Which of your mutuals do you think is Tumblr famous? I'm not sure, maybe secretly all of them?

Do you have a crush on a mutual? Fun answer: "A Lady never kisses and tells, Gordon."

Realistic answer: I'm not of a strictly romantic persuasion, so no exciting secrets on that front, sorry!

Tagging: @oceans-foundfamily @theinconspicuouscaterpillar @korzoff and anyone else who’d like to try!

#tag games #long post #feel free to disregard if you wouldn't like to as well!

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ecotone99 · 5 years

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[SF] Grandmother Eris. A Disco Fable.

Eris doesn't need worshippers like that limp rag of a Christ. His handwringing supplicants are a plague upon the World already. She asks for no bent knees, no pious penitents, offers no absolution, nor bids her faithful to be washed in the sacrificial gore of some scapegoat's stolen life.

She don't roll like Jeehobah, she doesn't need validation from a flock of frightened, sinful sheep, mumbling empty prayers under the judging eyes and false shepherding of a Priesthood of bastards, mountebanks and charlatans. If she bestows upon you, your hearts desire, it is not as some reward for unswerving faith, or dutiful worship.

Nay, it is with the casual indifference of a good natured feaster, casually tossing the remains of the meal to her Hounds. Her gifts are not something that one should strive towards, for she is nothing if not fickle and capricious towards mortals. Would Paris have been so blind in his pursuit of Helen, had he known the terrible price that would be demanded of him?

To incur the displeasure of Hera, and the abandonment of Athena, just so he could play "Hide the sausage" with a Spartan Queen, stolen from under the nose of her Atreides Husband? Had he known every King of Greece was to wage war upon his beautiful Troy, would he have run back to Ilium, abandoning his heart's desire forever, and risk the displeasure of Hermes? (Who would have to find some other chump to judge between Olympus's three biggest narcissists) Maybe, but if not Paris, the task would fall to someone else, for some stories are too powerful not to be told.

It wasn't even the first time sluttish Helen had been "stolen away" for her beauty. Oh no. But the first time, by a Hero so 'pure' he would not bespoil her virgin loins with his mighty seed. *Winks*

No, it was a good, stiff cock that girl yearned for, not the weak, dribbled seed of old man Meneleaus. Her womb demanded she till it's fecundity with the hard stiff, fucking of a young, strong Prince like pretty Paris. And Lady Eris? They fucking SNUBBED Her! Fuck those preening Olympians and their pet Kings and Heroes!

Peleus and Thetis should have as their wedding gift, to see their Olympian Gods and Goddesses for the self obsessed, spoiled bitches and thundering spineless bastards they really were. The vanity of Woman, exemplified beyond mortal comprehension, by the greedy squabbling of deific entitlement.

"For The most Beautiful" She tossed her Hesperidic Apple into the sight of the three most vain, self obsessed, spoiled bratty bitches ever cut from the flesh of a demented child devouring Titan. So greedy, they couldn't even let Thetis, though sired by Zeus himself (but don't mention that in earshot of Hera) their own half Sister, be "The most beautiful", even at her own fucking wedding feast!

Even in her glorious wrath, Eris (who loved a good game above all else) left an option for redemption. All they had to do was allow Thetis to claim the Apple as her wedding gift. Behave in a way fitting, not for Olympian Gods, but as Guests in the House of their hosts on the day of their Wedding.

Daddy Zeus, cock of the fucking block, patron of Hospitality and the bestower of a guest's right to be treated with respect, he could have put his mighty foot down, and slapped his squabbling family of bitches into line with a single word. But no. So spineless was he, so reluctant to have to go back to the Mountain with Hera's haughty disdain and icy cold psycopathic plotting of revenge, he abetted their appalling behaviour.

He said he would mediate the issue, then immediately delegated responsibility to Hermes. Who bottled it too, and picked poor Paris, watching his goats on a hillside. Then each pretty Goddess, in order to be bitchiest bitch in the bitch pile, Apple owning Queen of the spoiled sulk, tried bribing the fucking judge. Unbelievable. Monstrous arrogance. Self obsession taken to it's ugly and catastrophic extreme, with not a thought of consequence, or twinge of conscience. Just as Eris had foreseen.

"Consequence, my pretty ,posing, shamefully behaved progeny? Oh, Grandmother Eris is going to teach you ALL about fucking consequences, you primped up over-privileged priapic bunch of superpowered toddlers! Game on, motherfuckers! (Technically, sibling fuckers, but hey, who's going to point THAT out to Zeus and Hera?)

Eris in one fell move, became Dungeon Master of the Olympian D&D Cabal. The mortal play people, that Olympus had for so long been at a loss what to do with, were going to make some fucking demands of their Gods now. They were going to have to work for their Ambrosia. Learn some diplomacy. How to make concessions, how to back the fuck up a bit, and let these Mortals have their head. Learn some fucking boundaries. Rules. Gamesmanship.

Either that, or it was War in Heaven. With canny Hades, down below, with the souls of all the dead at his command. and jealous plotting, bitter, tricked brother, Poisiedon under the waves, played for the chump again. Waiting for his chance to topple Zeus, and take his rightful turn as crowing cock, King of that dunghill Olympus. No thought for the fact the Earth would be once again under his Ocean, nope, not with him up the Mountain, guzzling barrels of Ambrosia all day long. Thus went the dreams of Posiedon.

And poor Paris, his hard on for Helen was pre-destined to shame the mighty Greeks, and grant them eventual victory over Troy, but to pauper themselves in the process. Agamemnon, proudest and most ambitious King of Mycenae, and Meneleaus, his Brother, King of Sparta, but only by dint of his marriage to (soon to be stolen away) Helen of Sparta. Most puissant Queen that mortal man had ever spawned. Original Trophy Bride, the face that launched a thousand (yet to be built) Ships. Wife of an Atreides, King of the Spartans, mightiest Warriors ever to pick up a Spear. And not really a man who would take being cuckolded by a mere Boy Prince of some far off City with good grace.

This Queen, Helen, was the glue holding the loose confederation of Greek City States together with her dowry, her beauty, and her placement at the tip of the triumverate of powers, Sparta, Athens, and Mycenae.

Casually promised to pretty boy Paris, as his reward for Judging in favour of Aphrodite. Her of the bottomless cunt. So the greedy eyed, cock hungry Daddy's girl, gets what she wants. A fucking Apple. With 'Kallisti' wrote upon it's golden skin.

"Cock-a-doodle me, prettiest of the three you two ugly bitches, bow down to me"

Wisdom was not this jiggly titted honey dripping slut's forte. Olympus's in house rutting whore, Hungry cunted Goddess of sluts, skanks, and cum guzzling slags everywhere with a libido that surpassed even Zeus himself. Her proudest party trick was a cock in each hole, one between her pouty lips, and one in each hand, then bringing them all to bone juddering climax simultaneously, to the enthusiastic applause of those living up the Topside. Proto-Bimbo-Barby slut guts. (Still would though, if you know what I mean) "Attagirl" Zeus would say, under his breath.

Because Zeus openly admiring any female that wasn't Hera, just sent Hera off into one of her squawking rages.

Slowly, the events set into motion by these blustering bragging irresponsible Olympians were coming together, mortal man's day was here, these unconsidered playthings, whose whole existence was so carefully guarded by Foresight and his brother, Hindsight , (Prometheus and Epimethius) and bought at such a price by noble Prometheus, now had the teeth that Zeus always feared.

Now do you start to see the depth of Eris's gamesmanship? See how her carefully planned vengeance would teach them ALL to behave a little bit better? Now Zeus would really have to put the family to work! Each Olympian designated a sphere of mortal influence, having now to barter their good graces to this scurrying thing, Man, for goats and prayers and promises of fealty, and should they waver in their diligence, the balance between the triumverate Sons of Cronos, Posieden, Zeus and Hades, would crumble, the Kraken would awake, and the World would be lost.

The Demigods Zeus had so carelessly spawned with any woman shaped thing his dick fancied poking, had founded the dynasties of Man's Kings, and they all looked to Olympus. They could withhold their worship, or turn away, towards other new Gods. They would even be forced to flee to Egypt and disguise themselves with Animal heads while Heracles sorted the Titan "threat" out for them. He freed Prometheus from his chains on the mountainside too, which Zeus can't have been too happy about.

And in this way, with acts of service, Man's Heroes, Heracles, Theseus, Perseus, Bellerophon, Achilles, Atreus, Orpheus, all had Zeus's blood in them, and all founded Dynastic Houses, dedicated to their patron Gods. . . Deific inter-personal politics had to be learned by Olympus. The ages of Man grew, from Archaic, Classical, Hellenistic, as Greece became more and more apart from it's Gods. The mystery cults of the Orphic Mysteries, the Oracular Pythonesses, and their attendant Priesthoods now held sway, and 'spoke' for the Gods these days. Anyway . . .

Eris sits back in her rocking chair, playing Donkey Kong on her old Nintendo Gameboy, while Zeus bemoans the eventual fall of Greece to Rome, and having to adopt Romanised forms in order to survive. Eris, although Grandmother of Zeus, and older than the first thought, still as quietly powerful as ever (since her Game had never depended upon people's belief) rocks slowly, her hand rolled cigarette hanging from her smiling lips, says to Zeus, most mighty of the Olympians,

"Sack up, Boy, you had your day in the fucking sun didn't you? You did deeds, great and small, noble, and base, and your name is still written in the dusty books of Epimetheus's little side project, Man, right?"

Zeus nods glumly.

"They still sacrifice to you, The Thunderer, don't they? Your bolts of lightning still get to feed you, Zeus, now and again?"

"But they strap the sacrifices into a chair of wood, Grandmother. HUMAN sacrifices! (Zeus always preferred Goats.) They begin to show the disease of Cronos, in the way they feed upon one another, their young, their Wars, all so senseless" He sighed.

"And where did they get that trait from then, eh? You! You sticking your priapic pecker into their women! You passed Cronos down to them,.. . They are just doing with the gene what they have to, NEED to!"

"And Zeus" said Eris . . . Zeus looked up, his mighty brow, furrowed and anxious. "Since when did you, an Olympian and a God, the Mighty Thunderer, Zeus, first of the mighty age of Gods, since when did YOU start to even give a fuck?" she said, her eyes a twinkle . . .

"Since you fucking MADE us all give a fuck, Grandmother. . . you scheming old Bitch . . .I CARE now, I feel things like . . like I suppose mortals do" Eris nodded, sagely. Waiting for her notoriously slow witted thuggish Grandson to follow his thoughts . . .

"Are we to die like mortals too? Is that what we have come to? An Ignomious death, falling in the dirt, leaving our bones to bleach under the Sun of the next fucking Sun Hero the monkeys nail up?"

"What am I, some kind of fucking agony Aunt for your morose self pity party? Get up off your flabby arse, you moody emo twat, I didn't raise me no whiny lil bastards! Well . . . I did, but you're all grown up now . . . Grown. You're a badass thunderbolt wielding son of fucking Chaos, get up and act like it. . .

You don't like your sacrifices all Human and fried? TELL them! MAKE them fucking listen. You're a GOD, for God's sake! You're still Boss of that piss poor Crew, sat up the Mountain, glugging ambrosia like it was cheap gin, shake them up some, get a rocket under their arses too, go and do some fucking Godding! I mean it, now get up, and fuck off! I'm sick of the sight of your droopy mawkish face!"

Zeus, stung by the rebukes, and as always, more than a little afraid of this flapping old crone (funny, she was beautiful, young, and vibrant not five minutes ago) gets up, and slouches towards the door. "Forgetting something?" She says. "I don't think so" says Zeus,still sulky.

"COME HERE . . . and give your old Nan a fucking KISS, you disrespectful little bastard!" She screeches at him, all crackly fire and sour piss now, incandescent with sudden rage.

Afraid, but (Quite rightly) more afraid of the consequences of disobeying her, Zeus the Mighty turns, and chastely kisses her on her wrinkly cheek . . . " That's better" she says, mollified. "You soppy cunt" she says, affectionately" . . ."I love you too Nan" he says, as hopeless as any seven year old boy around his cranky old Grandmother.

"You know what, I'm proud of you Zeus, and I love you best. Out of all my ill-considered brats, and their own, over-entitled whelps, you are the one I was always so hard on (I said "hard on" she giggled) You know why?"

"No" he said . . .

"Because YOU were always the slowest, most dim- witted of your siblings, the stupid , dumb one, the one everyone else took the piss out of. Even though you could take either of those nasty little brothers of yours on, and pull their fucking arms and legs off, if you wanted to. "Zeus the Goose, thick as a Moose" they'd say, behind your back."

"But you never did. You showed restraint, and ignored them. . . . Well, until it all came to a head at least. Hades was a nasty, cruel little swine, with no sense of fun in him, but when he teamed up with that sneaky, duplicitous cunt Posiedon, and tried to topple you once and for all, well, I wasn't having that"

"You think you outwitted Posiedon with that 'three way power sharing' bollocks all by yourself?" She said.

"I had to get in there first and dose him up with Cough syrup and Ativan so that YOU'D not be the one swimming around with the fucking fishes! Or stuck down there in Hades forever, looking after the dead. Pffft"

"Now get the fuck out of here, and don't come back until you've done whatever the fuck it is you're going to do . . . Oh, and when you do come back" . . . . She paused, all sweet old Lady now, . . . "Bring us back a bottle of Bristol Cream from Tescos' love, can you?" "Yes Nan" says Zeus, "And thanks Nan, you da best. . . ." and walks out the door.

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