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[kaldorei-roleplay-community]

Kaldorei Roleplay Community (WRA & MG Roleplay Community)

The Kaldorei Roleplay Community is a discord server dedicated to all things Night Elf, spanning nearly all forms of roleplay and characters. The KRC project and discord, which encompasses all World of Warcraft servers, was not only created with the intent of fostering relationships between Kaldorei and Highborne roleplayers, both in and out of character, but also continues to grow with amazing roleplayers like yourself! Our mission is to promote and advertise enjoyable and exciting fan-made fantasy, roleplaying events centered on Night Elven civilization, culture, and locations, and to bring people out of the cities of Azeroth and into the wild for roleplay! These events will be promoted and advertised through our discord server and community calendar in-game. Note: This is a discord server meant for Night Elves Only. If you wish to join but do not yet have one, please establish a general idea before joining or contact the Admin or a Mod to let them know you are trying to create and come up with one. KRC Discord Link:

[deathbydarkelves]

Cannot believe people are still making jokes about Teldrassil in the year of our lord Current Year. They’re not funny? I know it’s a video game but the willingness to make light of that sort of event, even in fiction, speaks to an irl inability to take that stuff seriously, if you ask me. And I must wonder why that’s the only genocidal event in this game these people think IS worth joking about. Cause there are a lot more lol.

Anyway

[funkily]

anyone have some fics of sausage just taking a little nap

[tinapaysmp]

I've come to realize that my salmon bias in this fanbase is growing worse and worse as the days come.

[minecraftbookshelf]

MOS: Specific Breakdown of Language Barriers Between Couples

So I do have the posts on what languages everyone speaks, grouped by Oceanic, WRA, and Fae squad and about 98% of that is still accurate, I just kind of wanted to do a post that summarizes how language plays a role in each marriage/relationship within the AU.

In Chronological Order:

Lizzie & Joel: At the time of their initial marriage they had absolutely zero languages in common. They are one end of the language barrier spectrum. Joel began learning to understand (even if he couldn't really speak) Oceanic out of pure self-preservation. One of the early overtures in their marriage was actually Lizzie chasing down Pixlriffs and demanding he teach her some Mezalean. (Pix has been way more involved in several relationships than he was ever really interested in, send help.) By the time it gets to "current day" they are both fully fluent (within physical capability) in each others' native languages and also share several other languages in common. They absolutely use these powers for evil.

Joey & Xornoth: At the time of first meeting, they didn't have much in common linguistically. Joey was fresh out of isolation with only a few words of Mythlandic that he'd picked up from his first encounters with Fwhip and Xornoth had no knowledge of the language of the Lost Empire. Joey basically force-formed a sort of pidgin of mostly Mythlandic and his own language for them to communicate in, though as time goes on it acquires more Elvish words and structures. He mostly flirts in his own language, which does mean he can get a bit more...graphic in public than he would otherwise be able to be, because most people don't speak it outside the borders of his empire. Xornoth is suffering. They're learning each others languages but also this is a pretty new relationship so they are still very much in the learning stage. Joey does also struggle with Xornoth's accent in particular.

Jimmy & Scott: Technically they have a language in common, as both of them have at least a decent fluency in Mythlandic. However they learned their Mythlandic in very different ways. Scott has learned his entirely from reading books (with occasional help from Xornoth on pronunciation which means some of his words have a bit of a Helianthian twang to them) so he tends towards more formal speech and has a very strong accent on top of that because he hasn't interacted with native speakers and is guessing half the time. Jimmy had a little bit of a formal education in the language when he was small, but most of his fluency comes from border trade, border skirmishes, and yelling threats back and forth with Sausage (and Fwhip). They'll get there eventually, but it'll take them a bit.

Katherine & Shrub: Shrub is a completely blank slate, linguistically, when they first arrive. Zero languages in common with anyone. They meet Joey and Katherine and begin learning. Katherine, in addition to teaching Shrub both Silvan and Mythlandic, is also learning Gnomish from her. By the time they start tentatively approaching a relationship, the language barriers are mostly gone. It just means they have to focus on some new vocabulary they hadn't really had a reason to encounter before.

[sapphicromanoffxo]

Lucky Ones | vi. Whispers of Discretion

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Wanda Maximoff

Word Count: 4,188

Warnings: smut, fingering, cunnilingus, mentions of scars

Summary: Wanda finally confessed her love for Natasha and discoveries were found along the way.

A/N: I'm not quite confident with this one :( but I hope y'all still like it. 👉👈

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The comforting atmosphere of the city's usual buzz and the cozy ambiance inside the cafe where Wanda is currently sitting provide her with a great sense of comfort. She can spend hours peacefully reading book after book, and that's what makes her feel content. However, right now, Wanda is diligently going through her lecture notes, rewriting the ones she needs to memorise in preparation for her exams.

Wanda is deeply engrossed in her studies, with her headphones in, and she doesn't notice when someone tries to get her attention.

"Hey, Wanda. Hello there," Vision greets with a bright smile, capturing her attention.

Wanda removes her headphones and responds politely, "Oh, hi! I'm sorry, I didn't hear you right away."

"No worries. I can see that you're busy. I just wanted to say hello," Vision replies.

Wanda notices that Vision is holding some books in his arms and curiously asks, "Are you here to study too? You can join me if you'd like. I don't mind some company."

Vision happily accepts the invitation and sets up his study materials next to Wanda.

Their meetings continue for many days, eventually leading to them exchanging numbers so they can easily communicate for their next study sessions. There are times that they would meet up and just hang out. Wanda doesn't have any friends and having someone to talk to is something that she needed.

During one of their study sessions, Wanda lost track of time and received a call from Natasha. She was relieved that Vision was too engrossed in his studies and hadn't noticed Natasha's caller ID photo. She quickly stood up to answer the call.

"Hi, Natty," Wanda said as she accepted the call.

Natasha's tone carries a blend of concern and a hint of irritation as she questions Wanda, "You should have finished your classes by 4:30. Where are you? It's past 6 PM."

"I'm with some of my classmates, and we're having a group study session," Wanda replied. She couldn't quite pinpoint why she felt the need to lie to Natasha and why she was hesitant to mention that she's only with Vision. Perhaps it was because she hadn't told Natasha about these meetings with Vision, and it made her somewhat anxious.

Natasha sighed on the other line, "I see. You could have told me, baby. I was about to drive over to your university."

"I'm sorry. I kind of forgot, and I also lost track of time."

"Would you like me to pick you up after your study session?" Natasha offered, concerned about Wanda being alone. However, this suggestion sparked a mild panic within Wanda.

"No, you don't have to do that. I can easily take the train, and you need to rest."

"Darling, you know how I feel about you commuting alone. I'll just book a Lyft for you, okay?"

"That's fine by me. I'll send you the address later," Wanda agreed, hoping to end the conversation and hating the feeling of lying to Natasha.

"Good girl. Study well, baby. Bye."

"Thank you, Natty. Bye." Wanda ended the call and let out a long, heavy sigh. She felt a sense of guilt and confusion about her actions. Returning to her seat, Vision asked who she had been talking to.

"It's my roommate. She just asked what time I'll be back, that's all. Do you mind if I head home early around 7 PM?" Wanda asked Vision.

"Sure, Wanda. I can walk you home if you'd like," Vision, always the gentleman, offered.

"No need for that. I'll take a Lyft since it's been a long day for me," Wanda replied, simultaneously texting her current location to Natasha.

"That's alright. I think I'll head back to my apartment too since it's getting late. But I'll see you on Monday, yes?"

"Of course! I'll be here at the same time."

"Perfect. Let's wrap this up so we can go home." They both focused on finishing their studies, leaving Wanda with her conflicted with what she had just done.

***

Natasha was buttoning up her shirt and applying the finishing touches to her makeup in preparation for her date with Wanda later in the evening. She had taken the initiative to book a two-day vacation on the weekend outside the city, convinced that both of them deserved a weekend of relaxation—morning snuggles in bed, afternoon swims by the pool, and a passionate romantic evening.

"Natty, how do I look?" Wanda's voice interrupted Natasha's concentration.

As Natasha turned around, she was completely surprised by what she saw when her gaze met Wanda. Wanda was wearing a dress with a deep neckline that tastefully highlighted her creamy cleavage. The dress snugly embraced her waist and ended gracefully at mid-thigh, accentuating Wanda's beautifully long legs.

"Can you twirl around for me, sweetheart?," Natasha stood up and placed herself behind Wanda, planting a tender kiss on the right side of Wanda's neck while gently gripping her waist.

"Natasha, you should behave yourself. It's our date night. You can have me after our dinner date," Wanda playfully promised.

With a wide grin on her face, Natasha replied, "I'm eagerly looking forward to it, baby."

"You're insatiable," Wanda chuckled at Natasha's teasing.

"Come on now. I can't wait to have you as my dessert."

Hand in hand, they left the room and made their way to the elevator, heading up to the rooftop where they had a reservation at the restaurant. The receptionist greeted them warmly and led them to their table. The ambiance was set with a soft glow of yellow lights, and the background was filled with the soothing sounds of indie songs.

Their order had been placed when they made the reservation, and within just five minutes of being seated, their food arrived. Natasha couldn't help but gaze at the stunning woman in front of her, causing the butterflies in her stomach to flutter. They had been dating for almost nine months now, and no one had ever captured her interest quite like Wanda. She knew she had to have this incredible woman in her life, no matter what it took.

"You've been staring quite intensely, you know. You haven't even touched your food," Wanda's words snapped Natasha out of her reverie, bringing her back to the present moment.

"Oh, my apologies. You look absolutely stunning tonight, darling. I just can't take my eyes off you."

Natasha's compliment made Wanda blush deeply. "You don't look too bad yourself. I don't know how you manage to rock a simple white shirt. Maybe it's all those accessories that make you such a delightful sight." Wanda decided to return the compliments to Natasha.

"Oh, so you find little old me a pleasant sight too?" Natasha playfully flirted.

"Stop it. You may be little, but you're not old," Natasha snorted in response to Wanda's playful remark about her height.

Seeing Natasha so carefree, laughing and flirting with her, warmed Wanda's heart. She knew how Natasha often guided her emotions, and sometimes, she could be overly formal and serious. But moments like these reminded her of the beautiful connection they shared, one that allowed them to be themselves and revel in the simple joys of each other's company.

Their conversation flowed effortlessly, and as they spoke, Wanda's mind drifted back to the day they first met.

"I can't help but think that meeting you was like a gift from heaven," Wanda admitted, her voice filled with sincerity.

"Perhaps it was my stunning looks that initially captured your attention, detka," Natasha teased, flashing a mischievous smirk.

"Natasha! I'm being serious here. It was actually my birthday on the day we met at the convention."

"No way! Why are you telling me this now? I should have swept you off your feet right then and there." Natasha momentarily remembered her birthday which is on the next Saturday, but did not let her emotions show.

Wanda chuckled softly. "Nah, I think I wanted to see you put in some effort before I gave in. Besides, those visits you made to the cafe during my work shifts were the highlights of my day." Wanda fondly recalled how Natasha had gone above and beyond to find reasons to visit her during those early days of their relationship.

Natasha leaned back in her chair, crossing her arms with a self-satisfied grin. "Well, my efforts paid off because, obviously, I got the girl," she declared confidently.

Wanda playfully rolled her eyes. "You're getting a bit too full of yourself now. I might be inflating your ego even more."

"I just happen to know what I want, and luckily for me, it's you," Natasha responded, her eyes sparkling with delight as she gazed at Wanda.

Wanda rested her elbows on the table and propped her chin up with her palms. "I'm all yours, Natasha," she declared with a warm smile.

Natasha reached out with her left hand and gently caressed Wanda's cheek. Wanda felt herself melt under Natasha's touch. "I know, baby."

The two women left the restaurant after having some wine, and Wanda was starting to feel a bit tipsy. Natasha noticed this and took off Wanda's high heels. She had to hold Wanda's waist tightly to keep her from stumbling as Wanda's steps had become a little unsteady.

As Natasha went to slide the hotel card into the door, Wanda suddenly wrapped her arms around Natasha's neck and asked her to slow dance even though there was no music playing in the hallway. Instead, Wanda started humming a song that they had heard at the restaurant earlier.

"Got my dress on tight 'cause you know that I

Look shinin' in the light, there's so much ridin'

On this life and how we write our love song

Ooh, let the light in

At your back door yelling 'cause I wanna come in."

Natasha found herself gazing at Wanda as the girl sang softly. Wanda was clearly putting her emotions into her song, hoping and wishing that Natasha would be open to accepting her feelings instead of pulling away in fear.

"Cause I like to love, to love, to love, to love you

I hate to hate, to hate, to hate, to hate you

Put the Beatles on, light the candles, go back to bed

'Cause I want, I want, I want, I want you

I need to, need to, need to need you"

As Natasha listened to the song and understood its heartfelt message, she felt a lump in her throat. She decided it was time to gently encourage Wanda to come inside with her.

"Would you believe me if I told you that I love you?" Wanda suddenly blurted out, her eyes glinting with sincerity, catching Natasha completely off guard.

Natasha was left stunned, frozen in place. Thoughts swirled in her mind. Is this love? Is she in love with Wanda as well? Can she find it in herself to return the love that was being offered to her?

Natasha couldn't help but feel a mix of exhilaration and fear as she realised that her feelings for Wanda are growing deeper. It was like she was on a free fall into the depths of love, and she wasn't entirely sure if this descent would lead to her emotional salvation or if it would ultimately drown her in a sea of uncertainty.

Natasha often found herself questioning whether her feelings for Wanda would prove to be her undoing, leaving her struggling in a turbulent sea of vulnerability. The thought of losing control of her emotions haunted her at times.

But, on the flip side, there was a tantalizing hope that clung to her heart. Perhaps these feelings would be her salvation, rescuing her from the emptiness and Wanda's presence had breathed life into her world, filling it with colors and warmth that had long been absent.

Natasha had a part of herself that often saw the negative side of things. It made her worry and imagine bad things happening. Sometimes, when she felt vulnerable, she thought that she didn't deserve the goodness and kindness that Wanda showed her.

This negative part of her thinking was based on her past experiences and her own insecurities. It told her that she was in a situation where she might accidentally hurt Wanda, who had become incredibly important to her. Natasha knew she had her own flaws and imperfections, and being around someone as kind and pure-hearted as Wanda made her feel undeserving.

"Wanda…" Natasha was left speechless by Wanda's unexpected confession. She struggled to find the right words to respond.

"It's okay, Natasha," Wanda reassured, sensing Natasha's hesitation. "I understand if you don't feel the same way. Just being this close to you is a privilege for me." Wanda rested her head on Natasha's shoulder, her heart heavy with the pain of unrequited love. She had anticipated Natasha's reaction, but it hurts nonetheless. All she had ever wanted was Natasha's undivided love, but she didn't want to pressure Natasha or make her feel uncomfortable, especially since Natasha had kept her own feelings guarded.

Wanda has been keeping her emotions to herself for quite a while, and she's aware that Natasha cares for her in her own special way. It's the way Natasha wakes up early in the morning, even if she had stayed up late because of work just to cook breakfast for Wanda. When she leaves sweet notes in Wanda's notebooks, filled with words of encouragement, especially on days when Wanda feels overwhelmed by her studies. After Wanda finishes her exams, Natasha would shower her with kisses and arrange romantic candlelit dinners at home. Natasha provides her financial needs without even batting an eye on the monthly bill because she truly cares about Wanda.

Wanda could go on and on with the little things that Natasha does for her which she deeply appreciates and it should be enough. However, within her heart, a powerful longing persists. Wanda yearns for something greater, a desire that runs deeper than mere affection. She yearns for Natasha's validation, for the assurance that she is cherished above all else. What Wanda truly longs for is unwavering commitment, the kind that wraps around her like a warm, protective blanket. She hungers for a love that offers her security, a sanctuary where she can always find solace and contentment.

Natasha crouched down a bit in order to carry Wanda in a bridal style as her mind cannot process the whirlwind of emotions that is going in different directions. Maybe they could talk about what has just transpired outside their room when both of them are in the right mindset, achieving a productive outcome.

Natasha carefully helped Wanda get into bed, ensuring she was comfy. "I'm going to take off your makeup. Just stay still, okay?"

Wanda felt really touched by Natasha's gentleness. She'd always treated her well and have never done anything to hurt her. How could she ask for more when Natasha was giving her so much attention and care?

Natasha returned with a makeup remover, Wanda's nightclothes, and a glass of water. "Can you sit up for me? You need to drink this water before sleeping, and please, remove your clothes to get ready for bed."

Wanda followed Natasha's instructions, taking the water and undressing, while Natasha helped unzip her dress. "Thank you, Natasha."

Sitting on the bed, Natasha gently removed Wanda's light makeup. "There, you look better without makeup," Natasha complimented sincerely.

Wanda placed her hands on Natasha's face. "Natasha, please don't let my feelings change our relationship. I just needed you to know how much I love you, and I can't hide my feelings any longer."

Natasha couldn't process Wanda's confession, so she looked down and replied, "Will you promise to wait for me until I'm ready to say it back? No matter what happens?"

Wanda's heart ached as she felt Natasha's sadness. She was willing to wait as long as it took for Natasha to love her back. "I promise, Natasha. You're the one for me, and I hope you can see that."

"I feel happiest and safest with you. You brought light into my life, and I'm grateful for your love. I'll cherish it, Wanda," Natasha confessed, bringing tears to Wanda's eyes. She hugged Natasha, finding comfort in her words.

After a while, Natasha pulled away and saw how Wanda's eyes were shining with love and adoration.

"I want you to make love to me, Natasha. Please."

Natasha felt her inhibitions left her and all she could think of is making Wanda feel that she is being taken care of as she deserves all the good things that Natasha can offer.

"We have all night, baby. God, you drive me crazy."

Natasha surged forward and kissed Wanda softly and escalated to a passionate kiss which will surely make their lips bruise. Both women found themselves in a dance where they can freely express their needs and how they will fulfil those desires.

"Please, Natasha. Let me see you." Wanda pleads, gripping the other woman's shoulder, her eyes bearing with sincerity. Natasha will either reject her request or give in to her wants. Wanda is hoping for the latter, she wants to be able to convey her love for Natasha through physical touch, even if it would not lead to anything sexual.

The older woman sighed at first and nodded but shuddered at the thought of being bare in front of Wanda. She painstakingly unbuttoned her shirt and removed the sleeves from her arms. Natasha then unclasps her bra but opted not to remove her panties. Wanda is watching her closely and her breath hitches once she sees Natasha's nude torso.

In the dimly lit room, Wanda can clearly see how full and firm Natasha's breasts are, her eyes salivating even more at the sight of Natasha's lean and taut abdominal muscle, how it ripples at each intake of breath.

"Fuck. Natasha. You're so beautiful." Wanda uttered with no hesitation and immediately reached out to feel her nakedness. Her touches were light which started from Natasha's chest, and moving up to caress her neck and arms. Natasha is a sight to see and Wanda would worship the woman everyday if she was given the chance to do. However, this touch is foreign for Natasha and nearly flinches when she touches her. Wanda can sense how tense Natasha's body is.

"Relax for me, Natasha. It's just me, okay?" Wanda spoke with tenderness and not wanting to spook the woman away. She wants to show Natasha the love she truly deserves.

"I know it's you." Natasha whispers while she feels Wanda's hands softly mapping out her exposed body.

Feeling out of her comfort zone, Natasha leaned down instead and started roughly nipping at Wanda's neck, leaving a trail of hickeys.

"Baby, we'll go swimming tomorrow and I will be covered with hickeys if you don't stop." Wanda protested however her moans would say otherwise.

"I don't fucking care. I am marking what's mine. I want everyone to know that I own you." Natasha then pressed her left hand on Wanda's neck to further assert her possessiveness. Her fingers drifted down Wanda's throbbing center and was satisfied to feel that the woman was already dripping and ready for her. She then gave a teasing motion at Wanda's clit, further stimulating the woman.

"Goddamn, baby. Are you always this wet for me? What a good girl you are." Natasha's praises always hit her in all the right places and her brain soaks up everything that Natasha says to her.

"Mommy, please."

"Hush baby, I will give you what you want. I promise."

Natasha moved down and kneeled in front of Wanda's awaiting pussy and she's so pleased to see how it glistens with the wetness that accumulated after being touched. She wasted no more time and lapped up the entrance of the woman's pussy, her tongue teasing her inside then went up to the engorged clit.

"Ahh! Mommy, just like that. Please, please."

The rough assault on Wanda's clit continued and she can feel her orgasm building faster than she ever wanted. She cannot fathom how easy it is for Natasha to make her cum with just her tongue.

"Fuck fuck! Natasha! Please don't stop! I'm cumming!"

Two fingers were inserted on Wanda's pussy as Natasha wanted to feel how her velvety walls would clenched while cumming. This made Wanda's back to arch and her legs shook from too much pleasure.

"I am not done with you, detka. I will make you cum over and over again. You understand?" Natasha looked at Wanda dead in the eye, showing how serious she is with her promise and it made Wanda whimper with want.

"You can do whatever you want with me."

Natasha has lost count on how many times Wanda screamed and moaned her name in ecstasy and her jaw started to hurt. She laid down beside Wanda after giving her multiple orgasms.

Wanda gasped for breath, her chest rising and falling rapidly, as she desperately tried to regain composure, each inhale is a struggle to even out her racing heart and ragged breaths.

"Are you satisfied, detka?" Natasha asked, feeling proud of herself for putting Wanda in her current situation.

Wanda stretched out her legs and found it sore, "I don't think I'll be able to swim tomorrow, let alone walk!"

"You will be fine, malysh. Your long legs will be good as new tomorrow and I cannot wait to see that bikini that you're hiding from me."

Wanda yawned suddenly feeling all tired, "Let's sleep so you can see me in that bikini tomorrow."

"Good night, baby."

"Night Natty, love you." Wanda said softly and Natasha's heart soars with happiness. Maybe she can get used to this affection that she is receiving.

***

In the morning, the air feels nice and calm. This time, Wanda wakes up before Natasha, which doesn't happen often. Natasha's head is facing her and Wanda can't stop herself from looking at Natasha, thinking about how beautiful she is. Natasha has a pretty button nose, thick lips, and cute eyelashes that flutter every now and then while she's sleeping.

Wanda leaned down to gently brush away the stray hairs from Natasha's face. As she did, something caught her eye – tiny scars on Natasha's eyebrows, nose, and just above her upper lip. This surprised Wanda because she hadn't noticed them before. These scars were quite subtle, not immediately noticeable, but they became apparent when you looked closely.

She couldn't help but wonder how Natasha had acquired these scars. Wanda realised that she might have missed them because Natasha usually wakes up earlier, already dressed and with makeup on, ready to prepare breakfast. During their intimate moments at night, especially whenever they are on missionary position, they keep the lights off with only the soft glow of Natasha's bedside lamp. And when Natasha is using a strap on, Wanda had always been facing downwards, so she had never seen Natasha's face clearly. Afterward, they would clean up separately and cuddle, with Natasha typically being the one to hold Wanda in a spooning position.

Further examining Natasha's exposed skin, Wanda noticed small, circular scars on her shoulder blades and trailing down her arms. Some of these scars appeared to be from burns, while others seemed like they had been dragged along her skin, leaving a line of scars. Wanda frowned at her discovery and wondered whether there were more and she's too scared to pull down the blanket to check. She began to question if these scars were the reason Natasha hesitated to be touched and why she always remained fully clothed during their intimate moments. It was a miracle when Natasha stripped bare for her last night.

Natasha slowly woke up, blinking as her eyes got used to the light. A big smile spread across her face when she saw Wanda.

"Good morning, detka. How was your sleep?" Natasha's deep morning voice made Wanda feel all warm inside. She forgot about Natasha's scars for a moment and nestled her head on Natasha's chest.

"I slept well. I think I woke up earlier than you because I'm excited to go swimming!" Wanda's excitement made Natasha chuckle.

"We can head to the pool now if you want. It's only around 9:30, and we can have lunch at 11:00. Does that work for you?"

Wanda jumped out of bed and grabbed her two-piece bikini from her bag. Natasha shook her head, amused.

"Yes, let's go, Natty! Change, and we'll have breakfast by the pool."

Natasha didn't want to deny Wanda anything she wanted, so she got off the bed and retrieved her swimwear which consisted of a compression shirt and shorts.

Wanda was having the time of her life. She feels content and she could easily get used to this life with Natasha, where she could experience things she never had the chance to because of her past. Natasha fills the void in her heart and envelops her in a warm embrace. Wanda loves Natasha deeply, and she couldn't imagine anything that could ever take her away from this wonderful woman.

[girlactionfigure]

My mom bought me these boots from Zara in Denver a few weeks back. She could feel me sinking into a pit of rage, grief, and hopelessness. So, she came to meet me in Denver and upon landing, took me to walk the mall “just to get out and move through it.” My mother, a miracle, born to a father who was the sole Holocaust survivor in his family, knows a thing or two about battling anger and grief at a world fixated on annihilating Jews and our spirits.

 I've been intimately familiar with the horrors of October 7th since it happened. Like countless Jews, I've meticulously followed every gruesome detail of Hamas' well-planned and well-funded genocide attempt. Every despicable act of torture, rape, and murder – etched into my bones. On top of that, I follow daily the relentless onslaught of people and communities celebrating, erasing, and justifying the slaughter, while denying our right to defend ourselves. Watching old friends ‘like’ and share posts constantly which dehumanize Jews and lie about Israel, putting our lives further at risk. Contending with all of this over the past few months has been unbearable. Like many Jews, I'm haunted both awake and asleep. 

I've been debilitated, struggling to cope with all of it. How do we carry on in a country where so many wish us dead? How do we thrive in a place that dismisses our pain and disregards our countless contributions to society? How do I contemplate having children in a place where their lives aren't valued? How can I coexist with so many people who, at best, couldn't care less about the brutal murders of over 1200, the kidnapping and daily ongoing torture of hundreds more for over 119 days, while the world cheers for the rest of us to be annihilated? How do I sleep at night when all I can think about are the looming threats to Israel and the Jewish people, the treatment of our hostages, and the insidious web of hatred that constantly engulfs our existence? 

When my mom handed me these boots, I thought they might be fitting for Israel, but I didn't really dwell on it. I knew the journey would be grueling. And while I thought I already knew the gruesome details, walking through the aftermath is a different level of knowing. These boots tread through miles of hell – the remnants of homes ruthlessly attacked by a kind of evil I couldn't fathom existed. An evil that deliberately targeted communities of Israelis dedicated to peace, only to be met with beheadings, rape, burning alive, and slaughter.

 These boots tread through miles of desolation – the aftermath of thousands of terrorists and hundreds of so-called "civilians" perpetrating unspeakable acts against over a thousand innocent, peace-loving people. These vile rapists and murderers were the beneficiaries for years of those they heartlessly slaughtered. They were acquainted with so many of these good people, the very people they mercilessly killed. Several of these compassionate Israelis had welcomed these terrorists into their homes for years, offered them work opportunities, and tirelessly tried to help them lead a better life. 

These boots ventured through charred remains, blood-soaked grounds, and homes, bomb shelters, and once-beloved personal spaces and belongings torn apart, covered in bullet holes, reduced to pieces and char – all obliterated by hours of relentless assaults by terrorists armed with thousands of machine guns, fire bombs, and RPGs. Weapons funded, in part, by American and European taxpayers, whose leaders for years knowingly funneled billions into a terror operation whose sole objective is eradicating Israel and every Jew from the map before extending their genocidal ambitions westward. 

After coming back from our third trip to the massacre sites in the south, 

@JordynTilchen

insisted on me wiping these boots down before stepping into our rental, but the weight of what they carried was too immense. I couldn't erase the traces of blood and death that clung to them. Instead, I brought them home with me wrapped in several bags. These boots hold more than just grime; they carry the echoes of unspeakable atrocities and the silent cries of hundreds and hundreds of innocent lives ruthlessly tortured and taken.

 I've decided to give them a burial here, to acknowledge the horrors they tread through, the shattered communities and homes they traversed, and to honor the remains of the once-beautiful lives torn from existence that cling to them. As I do this, I promise to honor not only those brutally murdered and taken hostage, but also those who are risking everything to defend the rest of us. I promise to continue to do my best to not be consumed by what feels like a tsunami of hopelessness, but to pick myself back up and channel this endless grief and anger into meaningful action and resilience.

Eden Cohen ✡︎ עדן כהן

@edencohentweets

[vahalia-cress-ffxiv]

CRESS Claims

For all of those who know me and who have been engaging with my stories, content, and character, this post is for you!

I've recently separated myself from someone who was a friend of mine and during this friendship this person and I had created the concept of House Cress back in October 2011 before Guild Wars 2 was released. The concept of House Cress is actually older than my son as I was pregnant with him at the time that myself and this other person had fleshed out all the details of what House Cress was to be and that our characters would be -- as they were in other games aside from FF14 -- twins.

For those of you who know me from WoW, I went by Hale Cress and I RPed that character on the Alliance side on WrA for several years after Gw2 and following my leave from WoW I eventually brought my character Hale to FF14 who now goes by Vahalia Cress. It was then that this other person had not wanted to play the game or build the world alongside me since they were into WoW and there was zero interest expressed. So, I started modeling and fitting the concepts of lore and the source material to meet FF14 standards and lore.

I have been RPing Vahalia Cress and the concept I have built for four years now and I have gone above and beyond to facilitate RP for myself as well as my FC and people around me who have interactions with Vahalia and House Cress.

Three years into my RP this person/'friend' would suddenly show up, start talking to me more again and then chose to insert herself into the stories and RP I had going at current without communicating with me at length to see if that would be okay. They chose to skip all the MSQ right up to Endwalker despite being suggested not to, and boosted their jobs. They had absolutely no care for getting to learn of the lore and world of the MMO I've meticulously crafted my story around.

Additionally, coming into the story and actively trying to meet her halfway and try to include her I gave her a position as Vahalia's cousin and we collaborated on a few things only for her to later change parts of her character that are vivid parallels of my character Vahalia from changing her eye color, to having her character involved with the exact type of business Vahalia was in and tried to have the character be a family addition in Ishgard as well. Let's also touch on the fact my URL for Vahalia used to be umbral-flare-ffxiv. I later decided to change that because this person decided to use Umbral in their URL as well and that just sat poorly with me. My friends constantly told me that all these changes and choices she was actively making were looking deliberate.

She would disappear for months at a time and come back around to insert herself into FF14 again only to be around for a little bit then disappear again without word.

Despite the disappointment of feeling like attributes and things were taken from my character, I later read a story where this person's character also somehow inherits a voidsent entity (much like Vahalia and Creature for all those who have read my stories) without her knowing little to nothing about the void, Voidsent, Voidkin or the 13th. That was the last thing that occurred for me to get worked up and have enough of constantly feeling like concepts for stories and aesthetics were being siphoned from her. I had even made the mistake of sharing with her a plot concept I was working on with someone else only for her to turn around and try to write the same with a friend of mine.

Well, as long-winded as this is, I promise I have a point. Because this person and I are no longer friends. The two of us had civilly and amicably came together and decided to go on about our lives as acquaintances because I had voiced to her that the friendship was too toxic and unhealthy. I was tired of her attacking my integrity as a person, making broad assumptions against me that weren't true, on top of calling me a bad friend because I didn't always defend her when she wanted me to or if I disagreed with her. I have been lied to and emotionally manipulated and in a constant state of emotional whiplash with this person.

I cared about them, but things weren't healthy. I was tired of the gaslighting and I had sworn to myself in 2023 that I would continue to advocate for myself and speak up when I wasn't okay with something.

Anyway, We go our separate ways. I felt good about it. I thought "Wow this is nice. We both agreed to this and we can exist in the same space without having to be on a personal level with one another." Because despite everything I still really cared for her and wanted nothing but her to succeed in life and have positive blessings.

I had made the choice to remove her from my Facebook because I believed that if we were no longer on a personal level of friends, her being on my FB or having access to it wasn't adhering to what we had ultimately decided. So I removed her.

The next day I noticed Facebook had her Icon on my dash and I thought to myself, "That's not right I thought I removed her?" so I clicked and went to see if I did, indeed remove her like I thought, and I had noticed she had me blocked.

Then according to my friends and mutuals, they had told me she removed and blocked them and then proceeded to add my new friends from Discord that she's never really interacted with, friend invites. Three have come forward to me in DMs and have expressed to me how left-field and odd it was for them to get those friend requests. Red flag? Pretty sure they thought so too.

To me, a block tells me that that person wants ZERO interaction with you and has chosen to take steps in ensuring that they don't want to see you. Period.

So much for being civil and amicible I guess?

Anyways, I took it with grace and simply just removed her from everything quietly and went on about my business and life. Finally being able to sit at my PC this evening and get to blocking her on my socials, I went to her URL to block her account and I came to find she has a very pointed addition to her details and 'about' on her page claiming that she is the sole creator of House Cress and its stories over many universes.

Hence the reason for this post and the long-winded explanation. I thought it was imperative to give context and a timeline of events. Events in which I have several people who can back up my claims. People who have been in my life for 7 years or more and many who have been in my life for 13 years or within my RP circle for a decade or so. They're people who have also interacted with my characters across all platforms dating back to GW2 and have heard this Ex-friend discuss how House Cress was a brainchild of us both only to now some how claim that its not.

This ex-friend is claiming they're the sole creator, but they're not. It's a project we both worked on in the living room of my 1 bedroom apartment in 2011. It was a project we both had a hand in creating on equal avenues. We did a video about our plans and hopes for Gw2 and even spoke about our characters. It's a project that I've always seen as belonging to us both, and even now.

For this person to make this claim is perhaps one of the most bullheaded lies she's even decided to put into the ether.

For someone to claim "The person I was 8 years ago isn't the same person I am today." and then go around and do this just out of spite and malice tells me that no, this person is very much the same person they were 8 years ago.

Nothing has changed.

I was fine walking away from her and letting her do her own thing as she saw fit. I assumed that us coming together on a decision meant that we'd have no ill will toward one another.

And I had honored that.

Until tonight.

House Cress was not concocted by one person alone, despite what my ex-friend might claim or what she might try to twist. I have text snippets of this person professing to people in Discord in my FC server that the Cress stuff was a conjoined effort from us both and she would always stipulate how long she's known me and she and I would ride on nostalgia and often talk about how long we've had the Cress train going through various different universes.

With all that has been said, I don't plan on telling anyone who this person is because I don't wish ill attention on them by any means. I just wanted to stay in my lane without her sabotaging me or for some reason her feeling that she needed to get her kicks in where she could. So please don't spread hate.

The whole point of this message is to say -- I'm not going anywhere. I'm staying right here and I'll continue playing Vahalia CRESS as I have been for 4 years.

I will continue to build on Vahalia CRESS'S story and enjoy it. I will continue the story and stories I've built up for House Cress in the FF14 universe and enjoy it. I will continue to bring people in on the stories and help to support and facilitate RP and ideas. I will continue to collaborate with others.

I helped create this and I have a stake here and I won't let someone try to bully me out of a place I have built, earned and socially been a part of on various scenes for years.

I won't be bullied out of what's mine as I've put a lot of hard work and dedication into this, too much for someone who doesn't even have 10 hours of MSQ under their belt or can properly figure out how WHM works.

This is my space, I'll curate it how I wish and I implore all those who want to want to interact or write with me, to do so.

I'm here.

I'm not going anywhere.

Let's write!

[kyuusei-shadowleaf]

Lahassa: Kaldorei-hosted RP - Sat, Nov 18

“Life’s joys are multiplied when shared among friends. The distances we can all reach are farther and higher than when going it alone.” - Lincoln Patz

Lahassa is a harvest festival celebrating togetherness and to give thanks to loved ones, your community and the Goddess. The Kaldorei acknowledge this month as the month they were born from the stars. It is a celebration of the land’s bounty and riches. It is a day for feasting, drinking and sharing with those in your community.

All races of the Alliance are invited to join us in our celebration of Lahassa. Enjoy a feast hosted by a wide variety of Kaldorei focused guilds and communities, revel in stories spoken by the orators among us, as well as compete in activities that honor the brother bears Ursoc and Ursol.

Come celebrate with us as we give thanks and come together as a community!

🍂 Date : Nov 18, 2023 (Saturday!) 🍂 Time: 7pm (MG/Central), 5pm (WrA/Pacific) 🍂 Location: Petitioner's Concourse. Found directly below the Artisan's Market. Thaldraszus, 34.5, 63 (Dragon Isles) 🍂 What to Wear: Casual comfort and autumnal colors. (No real dress code.) 🍂 Anchor for WRA players: Ollimos - MG 🍂 Event Site: https://lahassa-2023.carrd.co/

Activities List

🍂 Druid Blessing & Priestess Prayer 🍂 Buffet Feast 🍂 Community Offerings 🍂 Raffle 🍂 Storytelling 🍂 Drinking Contest 🍂 Carving (Transmog) Contest - Theme: Savagery & Serenity

Looking for more storytellers!

🍂 https://tinyurl.com/LahassaStoryteller

Hosted by: Silver Circle, Izera Shallas, The Shanari, Malanorei Dorenar, Talah'dorei

@wowrpevents

[fio-renze]

Looking for some casual RP in the Emerald Dream? Come hang out on Wednesday, November 15 from 6:00pm Pacific (WRA)/8:00pm Central (MG) to whenever!

This is a chill, neutral gathering.

Need an anchor? Join the Hereafter in-game community.

[todaysdocument]

At the beginning of WWII, Naval Intelligence officers concluded that there were around 10,000 Japanese Americans who could pose a threat to the U.S.

Army General DeWitt used his authority to incarcerate 120,000. 

U.S. v Korematsu, Exhibit Q, April 30, 1943. 

Record Group 21: Records of District Courts of the United States

Series: Criminal Case Files

File Unit: United States v. Korematsu

Transcription: 

Edward J. Ennis

Director

Exhibit Q

Department of Justice

Alien Enemy Control Unit

Washington

April 30, 1943

[stamp] DEPARTMENT OF [illegible]

SEP 1[illegible] 1951

DIVISION OF [illegible]

ATTORNEY GENERAL [end stamp]

MEMORANDUM FOR THE SOLICITOR GENERAL

RE: Japanese Brief

Last week with our draft of the [underlined] Hirabayeshi [end underlined] brief I transmitted to Mr. Raum somematerial which I thought he would find helpful in obtaining a background view of the context of this case. In particular, I sent him a copy of Harpers Magazine for October 1942, which contains an article entitled [underlined] The Japanese in America, The Problem and the Solution, [end underline] which is said to be by "An Intelligence Officer". without attempting to summarize this article, it stated among other things that:

1. The number of Japanese aliens and citizens who would act as saboteurs and enemy agents was less than 3,500 throughout the entire United States.

2. Of the Japanese aliens, "the large majority are at least passively loyal to the United States".

3. "The Americanization of Nisei (American-born Japanese) is far advanced."

4. With the exception of a few identified persons who were prominent in pro-Japanese organization the only important group of dangerous Japanese were the Kibei (American-born Japanese predominantly educated in Japan).

5. "The identity of Kibei can be readily ascertained from United States Government records."

6. "Had this war not come along at this time, in another ten or fifteen years there would have been no Japanese problem, for the Issei would have passed on, and the Nisei taken their place naturally in American communities and national life."

This article concludes: "To sum up: The  'Japanese Problem' has been magnified out of its true proportion largely because of the physical characteristics of the Japanese people. It should not be handled on the basis of the [underlined: individual], regardless of citizenship and [underlined: not] on a racial basis." (Emphasis in original.)

I thought this article interesting even though it was substantially anonymous. I now attach much more significance to it because a memorandum prepared by Lt. Con. X. D. Ringle, who has until very recently been Assis-

[handwritten in bottom right corner] #8 [end handwritten]

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tant District Intelligence Officer, 1th Naval District, in charge of naval intelligence in that district (which includes Los Angeles), and who was formerly Assistant District Intelligence Officer in Hawaii, has come to my attention. A comparison of this memorandum with the article leaves no doubt that the author of the Harpers article is Lt. Com. K. D. Ringle. There are many long passages in the first person relating to personal experiences which are identical in the two writings.

  In addition I am informed entirely unofficially by the persons in the Office of Naval Intelligence that Lt. Com. Ringle in fact was lent to War Relocation Authority to prepare a manual on the background of the Japanese who were being evacuated from an Intelligence or security viewpoint, for the use of the WRA personnel. After this memorandum was prepared permission was obtained to abstract it and publish it anonymously in Harpers. Thus the Harpers article, which clearly indicates that the method of evacuation was wrong and that it would have been sufficient to evacuate not more than 10,000 know Japanese and that it would now be sage to release all but not more than 10,000 presently identified Japanese, was written by a Naval Intelligence officer who was on duty from 1940 until very recently in the Los Angeles area, from which approximately one-third of the evacuation came.

  I have furthermore been most informally, but altogether reliably, advised that both the article and the WRA memorandum prepared by Lt. Com. Ringle represent the views, if not of the Navy, at least of those Naval Intelligence officers in charge of Japanese counter-intelligence work. It has been suggested to me quite clearly that it is the view of these officers that the whole evacuation scheme was carried out badly and that it would have been sufficient to evacuate the following three groups:

1. The Kibei.

2. The parents of Kibei.

3. A known group of aliens and citizens who were active members of pro-Japanese societies such as the Japanese Navy League, the Military Virtue Society, etc.

Since the naval officers believe that it was necessary to evacuate only about 10,000 people they could have identified by name, they did not feel that it was necessary to evacuate all of the Japanese. Presumably, they did not make this view known fourteen months ago for the reasons that Secretary Knox was at that time greatly exercised about the Japanese Fifth Column and that, since it was the Army's problem, it was safer to keep quiet than to brave the political storm then raging.

In retrospect it appears that this Department made a mistake fourteen months ago in not bringing the Office of Naval Intelligence into the

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controversy. I suppose that the reason that it did not occur to any of us to do this was the extreme position then taken by the Secretary of the Navy.

   To have done so would have been wholly reasonable, since by the terms of the so-called delimitation agreement it was agreed that Naval Intelligence should specialize on the Japanese, while Army Intelligence occupied other fields. I have not seen the document, but I have repeatedly been told that Army, before the war, agreed in writing to permit the Navy to conduct its Japanese intelligence work for it. I think it follows, therefore, that to a very considerable extent the Army, in acting upon the opinion of Intelligence officers, is bound by the opinion of the Naval officers in Japanese matters. Thus, had we known that the Navy thought that 90% of the evacuation was unnecessary, we could strongly have urged upon Gen. DeWitt that he could not base a military judgment to the contrary upon Intelligence reports, as he now claims to do.

Lt. Com. Ringle's full memorandum is somewhat more complete than the version published in Harpers and I think you will be interested in reading it. In the past year I have looked at  great numbers of reports, memoranda, and articles on the Japanese, and it is my opinion that this is the most reasonable and objective discussion of the security problem presented by the presence of the Japanese minority. In view of the inherent reasonableness of this memorandum and in view of the fact that we now know that it represents the view of the Intelligence agency having the most direct responsibility for investigating the Japanese from the security viewpoint, I feel that we should be extremely careful in taking any position on the facts more hostile to the Japanese than the position of Lt. Com. Ringle. I attach the Department's only copy of this memorandum.

  Furthermore, in view of the fact that the Department of Justice is now representing the Army in the Supreme Court of the United States and is arguing that a partial, selective evacuation was impracticable, we must consider most carefully what our obligation to the Court is in view of the fact that the responsible Intelligence agency regarded a selective evacuation as not only sufficient but preferable. It is my opinion that certainly one of the most difficult questions in the whole case is raised by the fact that the Army did not evacuate people after any hearing or on any individual determination of dangerousness, but evacuated the entire racial group. The briefs filed by appellants in the Ninth Circuit particularly pressed the point that no individual consideration was given, and I regard it as certain that this point will be stressed even more, assuming that competent counsel represent appellants, in the Supreme Court. Thus, in one of the crucial points of the case the Government is forced to argue that individual, selective evacuation would have been impractical and insufficient when we have positive knowledge that the only Intelligence agency responsible for advising Gen. DeWitt gave him advice directly to the contrary.

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In view of this fact, I think we should consider very carefully whether we do not have a duty to advise the Court of the existence of the Ringle memorandum and of the fact that this represents the view of the Office of Naval Intelligence. It occurs to me that any other course of conduct might approximate the suppression of evidence.

  As I have said, my information that the Ringle memorandum represents the view of the Office of Naval Intelligence has come to me informally. I feel, therefore, that we have an obligation to verify my informal information. I believer that we should address an inquiry to the Secretary of the Navy, making reference to the Ringle memorandum, and stating that we have been advised that this represents the Navy's view and asking the Secretary if in fact the views of ONI, at the time of the evacuation, coincided with Com. Ringle's.

 The Ringle memorandum originally came into my possession from WRA and we noticed the parallel between the memorandum and the article in this office. Attorneys for WRA furthermore are among the persons who have advised us that the Ringle memorandum represents the official Navy view. In view of the fact that any other information which I have obtained is highly confidential, I would prefer to refer in a letter to Secretary Knox only to WRA.

  I have prepared for your consideration a draft of a letter which you might wish to send to Mr. Knox.

Edward J. Ennis

Director, Alien Enemy Control Unit

Attachment

[kaldorei-roleplay-community]

Festival of the Moon (The Shanari / MG / WRA Two Day RP Event)

Festival of the Moon "Ishnu'alah Shan'anre! Come celebrate the first Lunar New Year in Bel'Ameth with two days filled with celebration of our ancestors, the Wild Gods, and the Goddess Elune." When: February 9th and 10th Time: 7-11 PM CST Who: This is a faction neutral event, but be warned the Sentinels of Bel'Ameth are watching. Here are some activities to look forward to: ■ Vendors ■ Grand Hunt ■ Saber Racing ■ Bear Wrestling ■ Fortune Telling ■ Drinking Contests ■ Transmog Contests ■ Rituals Honoring our Ancestors of Elune ■ and more! We will need vendors for both days!! Preferably we are looking for menus themed around Kaldorei culture, Wild Gods, or Elune. Submit your menu at the link below by January 31st. https://forms.gle/CifTfKmxzRccFfRf9 Host: < The Shanari > Contact: If you would like to help, collaborate, or assist in anyway outside of vendoring feel free to send Sereneia < The Shanari > (sereneia) or Celiwin Dreamspeaker a DM on Discord. Banner art by Grace Liu.

KRC Discord Link:

[turning-through-the-never]

BRIGHT & BOLD RAVE!

WHEN: Friday, March 24th - 6pm WrA (Pacific Time) WHERE:  Wyrmrest Accord - Drunken Hozen Inn at Dawn’s Blossom in the Jade Forest, Pandaria (Map Below) WHO: Cross-faction/cross-server friendly! WHAT:  Wear anything bright and/or bold, come show off those pretty mogs and dance the night away! Bartenders will be NPC and the music link will be provided in-game at the event.

We do have a community set up called ‘Hereafter’ which will be used for anchoring in these casual events. If you have issues seeing people there, join the community and ask for an invite! If you are on another server, definitely join the community so we can pull you over!

JOIN COMMUNITY HERE!

**Hosted by a couple of us in the guild Hereafter wanting to offer some more RP for the community! Any question, feel free to contact me here or on Discord at Marvolo#8114**

[wyrmguardsecrets]

I'm a man, and I was groomed as a minor in this game by multiple women. I received sexual messages, images, and even links to adult content at ages 15-17 from women who were 25+. I did not solicit or consent to any of it, nor was I lying about my age to infiltrate spaces restricted to 18+ only. I was always told by these women that I was "mature for my age" and that I was "the exception" to their rules. Even when I stated explicitly how uncomfortable I was with those statements, it was ignored, and they would continue to harass me until I blocked them. I no longer feel comfortable adding players on Discord or speaking about myself at all to anyone I meet in this game because of what happened to me.

But the worst part is seeing how every single one of those people who groomed me got to carry on like nothing happened, like I wasn't abused by them. Every single one of them is still around, and many are in positions of considerable public face and acclaim, including the major community projects, Discord servers, and guilds both on WRA and MG.

There are plenty of female predators in this space. The reason why they get to get away with their abuse is because people just don't give a shit about the male victims. Clearly nobody gives a fuck about us when we do try to speak up about our experiences, so why would we even bother?

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[belovedgamers]

There was something so touching about the Cod Alliance. Genuinely it was one of if not the most stable alliance in Empires. They didn’t once fall apart, not truly

And people tried to tear them apart! Part of the WRA’s strategy against Jimmy was to attempt to chip away at his alliances. fWhip tried a couple times to get Joel on their side, to no avail. He tried to paint the Cod Empire and Pixandria as the dangerous bad guys and Joel’s response amounted to “oh nooo I will definitely watch out (I’m already allied with them tho)”. fWhip tried to get on Lizzie’s good side and she tricked him, her and Jimmy killed all his salmon later. He tried to create tension between Pix and Jimmy by altering their communication and promising Pix a stack of diamonds on Jimmy’s behalf and when the truth came out Pix literally went “no my spies told me about that”.

Even the one time that they Did end up on opposing sides, with Lizzie helping fWhip and the others to try and save the dragon, or right before that when Jimmy considered leaving the End instead of fighting, no one held a grudge. They put that aside and returned to their usual dynamic pretty much immediately after. When the emperors confronted each other at the end of that fight, the Cod Alliance (sans Katherine) all stood together.

They’d go to each other often, and they didn’t begrudge choices that maybe others would have. When Joel decided he wanted to make peace with fWhip despite the Cod Empire/Grimlands relationship still being… dubious, Jimmy supported him. When Jimmy couldn’t help Joel kill Scott due to the recent alliance with Rivendell, Joel let it go. When Pix found out Jimmy and Sausage were on good terms, he didn’t seem angered by this despite the slights of Sausage against Pixandria during the corruption era. Even Katherine, arguably the most “tenuous” member of the alliance because of her relationship with their enemies and her “betrayal” during the End fight, was still considered an ally by Jimmy and a close ally by Lizzie in the end.

They trusted each other. They respected each other. They followed along with Jimmy’s distaste for salmon even if they didn’t initially understand it.

For the longest time, they held on.

[kharrisdawndancer]

Announcing the 14th Annual Scary Cakes!

Join us for the 14th annual Scary Cakes Costume Contest!

We will have prizes and a relaxed RP event for you to mingle at and enjoy.

Where: Dalaran (NORTHREND), Underbelly

When: Oct 22, 2023

Time: 5pm WrA / 7pm MG

Who: Neutral event for all Horde, Alliance, and Neutral characters.

Join the Fancy Cakes Community for anchors:

https://tinyurl.com/FancyCakesCommunity

For more information about the Fancy Cakes Roleplaying Event please visit https://fancy-cakes.carrd.co