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grits-galraisedinthesouth · 1 year

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The lux cottage couple of SAN YSIDRO RANCH

When the Frogmore Cottage renovation project was announced to the British tax payers, Meghan used her personal "mouthpieces" to express displeasure with the choice. She found this cottage beneath her expectations for a royal standard of living. She publicly compared Frogmore Cottage to the homes of William and Catherine, and took to twatter to express her disdain for the free "staff" accommodations.

We already knew she detested Nottingham Cottage before Megflix because she lived in a rented house in the Cotswolds. A detail they conveniently forgot to mention in the mockumentary.

While her public disdain for rent-free housing is ON BRAND for Meghan, it is no coincidence that she moved to CA and deliberately chose a luxury COTTAGE as the faux Hollywood set of their reality tv show.

Meghan & Harry's Santa Barbara Cottages & Gardens represents another sign that she has always obsessed with setting up her rival faux ROYAL court. The BRF security team is obliged to flag these seemingly unrelated decisions as more evidence of Meghan's disordered bunny boiler personality which I have termed PCDD¹.

I still believe Meghan was crazy enough to name ARCHie and their ARCHewell BRAND after the word monARCHy. I also believe she named her tig blog after William & Harry's lost dog TIGger and their beloved lost nanny TIGgy. She used the word TIG to wickedly trigger Harry's boyhood traumas rooted in losses. In this case, a dog and a 2nd mother figure. Harry was a Marked man (now a Markled man) long before they met in Istanbul, Turkey.

Their decision to burn unearned wealth to cosplay in lux COTTAGES only feeds Meghan's Princess Catherine Derangement Disorder (PCDD¹) and her deluded fantasy that she is destined to become QUEEN of the world.

To keep up their lux cottage couple lifestyle, from 2020-2022 Meghan Markle potentially burned through a min of $56,000-$84,000 per WEEK to stage zoom calls and create a fake lifestyle of luxury for a megflix mockumentary.

That is at minimum $1,000,000 (million) per year on luxury hotel fees all the while suing & shaming the British tax payers for SECURITY. This is CRIMINAL.

The money Meghan & Harry burned on a weekly basis (during a pandemic) is the amount of money average Americans hope to gross in 1 year. The average family in some of the poorest countries in the world could transform their entire village with what these (2) two spent in 1 week to stage zoom calls. No wonder Meghan was in debt when she married Harry. She's the fraudess who went into debt to create her HUMANITARIAN brand to "bag a Prince.²"

It doesn't add up: they own a 16 bathroom mansion and yet the director of megflix quit the job because Meghan & Harry weren't willing to film their REALITY TV show out of their home. They will write off the expense of these lux cottages. With the publication of SpareUs, they released photos and articles all about the cottages and the property. No doubt Meghan negotiated a reduced rate to act as brand ambassadors.

But why the deception?

We learned that Charles cut Harry a check for a few million dollars, and yet ungrateful Harry went before the entire world with his lying wife and lying NOprah to shame his father for cutting him off financially. According to Harry it was only the millions from his mother (his very own patron saint who communicates with him from her grave) that made it possible for them to avoid homelessness.

NOprah had the audacity to publicly shame the British people for wasteful spending in honor of their Queen's Platinum Jubilee. This hypocrisy from the woman who televised the moment she gifted a room full of MULTI-MILLIONAIRES with an extravagant pair of diamond earrings. Her media mogul mentee, Tyler Perry, purchased 2 Rolls Royce vehicles: 1 for a billionairess, NOprah & 1 for a millionaire, Gail.

This cottage couple cried to NOprah because their royal baby didn't have SECURITY. Bethenny Frankle was even contacted by A list celebrities and told to take down her criticism of Meghan because they couldn't AFFORD to pay their SECURITY bills.

Free people should do whatever they desire to do with their own money; however in this instance, it is Meghan's pretense, her hypocrisy, and her penchant for deception that voted her the 2022 #1 celebrity that people are most sick of and of course Harry took the 2nd place spot.

Harry's law suit against his grandmother's government has already cost the British tax payer $300,000. This selfish, greedy California cottage couple has the audacity to demand that the UK tax payer cover their annual $3,000,000 SECURITY bill. You couldn't make it up.

This comes as no surprise to us bc we observed her celebrity NO work ethic at a mere 72 engagements.

If you pay UK taxes or live in a Commonwealth Country, please write to the MPs and to your Prime Minister. Sussex titles need to be stripped, thereby relieving the cottage couple (and their invisibles) of their ties to the UK and any need for tax payer funded SECURITY.

Admittedly, Meghan cares nothing for the sacrifices that were made by the British people (dead or alive). She feels entitled to other people's money. Unfortunately Harry, like his wife, lacks a pure desire for servant leadership.

William and Harry's mother, who actually worked hard for a living (even as a house keeper), would be appalled at Harry's sense of entitlement. Sadly, Harry has managed to embody the egomania his mother feared might result from an uber privileged upbringing.

In selecting Meghan, it is evident to the world that Harry has again tragically lost the mother he knew for the first 13 years of his life.

In 2019, Tatum O'Neal was asked about Meghan's infamous bad behavior at Wimbledon, and she seemed genuinely disappointed. "This is not Diana...I don't know what this is..." More evidence that Harry was told by numerous people who actually knew his mother that this wife lacks his mother's virtues, and yet he prefers to believe & parrot her lies.

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On Megflix, Meghan expressed that she's frustrated because after all this time (and Money on PR) people still don't have "a good sense" of who she is. For her to make such an outrageous statement only confirmed that South Park got it right, Harry's wife is "stupid."

Meghan dear, which one of your multiple personalities carried out those 72 engagements? Were we watching your clone? Did the British press tamper with the footage? Go back and watch yourself, preferably with a REAL medical professional. And while you're at it, print out the transcripts of those horrid podcasts. Everyone can see the real you except for you and your dumb now husband, H.

Harry had the audacity to say that unlike his British family members, he and Meghan never worried about how they might perform in front of the press because they are AUTHENTIC.

The fact that Harry believes Meghan is his mother incarnate is enough to warrant a wellness check visit on the invisibles by a qualified social worker. Obviously Dorito's CA license isn't worth the paper it was printed on.

The words of Harry's friend(s) about her rented apartment being Soho House "touched" certainly ring true today. I still don't understand the full meaning of those words, but even Dumb Harry wrote that she lived out of Soho House hotels where they stored her luggage.

"Soho House Touched" Living Accommodations

If you watch the home videos of Meghan, it affirms what her Uncle Mike said about his brother Thomas: he created "a prima donna." Sadly the entire world has been impacted by Thomas' creation. Meghan, the faux humanitarian, has shown the world the level of destruction an ungrateful adult child is capable of inflicting on her own families, and on all the families she never had.

So many elaborate schemes executed to feed the world an illusion of two innocent lovers who escaped their awful life inside the gilded cage of royalty, only to act out a modern day tragedy on a global stage.

Carry on duke & duchess. Carry on

¹PCDD Princess Catherine Derangement Disorder Last year I read a comment that summed up the root of Meghan's psychosis with a simple link to this photo:

²Gina Nelthorpe Cowne Quote

They negotiated a price cut from Mr. Warner. Too bad he also allowed them to redecorate w/Meghan's tacky home furnishings.

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hyperesthesias · 6 months

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Decisions & Desire Part I

Notes: Next part is much happier, I promise. They are both just really stubborn. There are two songs associated with this installment: Le cygne by Camille Saint-Saëns and My Body is a Cage by Arcade Fire.

Context: Anya is Viktor's childhood friend from Zaun. She is a wealthy donor to the Academy, and is also Viktor's patron; she gained her fortune through winning the lottery. She is a mage, a theoretical physicist, and is a different humanoid species -- she lives for centuries, and only has one mate for her lifespan. Viktor's love and attraction for her grows, but he does not want to become her mate, so that she will not spend the rest of her lifespan alone.

rating & potential warnings: Mature ; infertility ; brief aphobia ; sexual dysfunction.

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Viktor spent the day poring over the notes Anya gave him: translations of ancient runes, spell castings, and various theoretical equations in the sciences of physics. There were many aspects which he could decipher, but there were many to which he was not privy; Anya was the mage, capable of great magicks he could not fathom. Many of her mentions and notations were lost on his limited knowledge, save for those he could reference in what few ancient texts and scholarly scripts had not been abandoned behind lock and key. Thus, he decided to visit her at her mansion, hoping to divine her help. He knew she had no responsibilities to attend to that day – whether at the Academy, or at her temple – and he had been given free invitation to her home whenever he pleased.

The Sun sweltered in the middle of the sky, its rays clung to the final days of Summer before the Equinox. Viktor nearly felt faint as he exited the carriage and found shelter in the shade of her porch lattice. He pressed on the intercom and announced himself to her; he was quickly let inside, where the chill of her marble home brought relief to the heat sickness that threatened him. He could not hear her bustling about the kitchen, nor did he hear her pattering feet throughout the floors of the mansion; the door to her bedroom was open, though there were no shadows that moved within it. But he was guided to the glass door of a patio with the sound of splashing water; outside, he found the disturbed waters of a long, rectangular pool, and a fast swimming shape moved beneath them.

Anya’s face appeared at the corner closest to him. “Will you join me?” she laughed as she slicked back her hair.

He smirked and shook his head. “I prefer to stay on land,” he said. “I hope I have come at a good time. I do not want to interrupt your day off with work.”

“No – please. I want to hear everything you have to say.” She motioned to a shaded cabana beside the pool, furnished with lounge chairs and small tables, and a pitcher full of fresh water. “But if it is alright with you, I will stay here.”

“By all means,” he agreed, and retreated into the cover of the canopy. Her kind were acclimated to warmer weather, and he rarely saw her so happy than when the Sun was bright and torrid; he would hate to pry her of joy. “I had a question about one of your notes, ‘transmutation’ –” he began, “you have labelled it in runes, however I cannot make sense of it. The other proposed actions – these, spells, written in runes – seem to have a clearly defined variable in what is required for them. However, transmutation does not.”

Anya was flat on her back as she enjoyed the heat of the Sun; she spun underneath the water and swam closer towards him. She clung to the wall of the pool, and rested her folded arms on its edge. “Magic requires balance,” she said. “All actions must have an equal and opposite reaction – magic is simply a science. I am sure you have heard: ‘all magic has a price’, an expression of that same principle – but rarely is magic ever so dramatic,” she chuckled.

“So, the equation is incomplete,” he presumed and reread her combination of runes in his notebook – now interpreting them as algebraic expressions, rather than nebulous concepts he was forbidden to learn.

“Well, I cannot decipher what it wants in return,” she said. “The building blocks of a transmutation ritual are there, plainly, in the runes – but as for what the crystal will give or take to balance out the action, I have only guesses.” She dipped her head back in the water to wet her quickly drying hair and brushed the droplets from her face. “It is an ancient magic – one that is not of my culture.”

Anya disappeared beneath the surface of the pool again, and Viktor sat, engrossed, in the runework she laid out on the page; with his newfound understanding of how spellwork functioned, he reread each passage to determine its proposed outcome.

The Sun waned from the center of the firmament, where it lingered towards the Western horizon and a golden hue cast itself over the forest edge in the near distance; the bouncing waters in the pool glimmered with the shine of quicksilver; long shadows careened over the perimeter of the mansion and the topiaries around the patio; and Anya sighed with satisfaction from her prolonged leisure. Viktor still sat with the notebook in his hand, roughly attempting to piece together runework of his own; his feet were elevated on an ottoman, and the pitcher of water was now half empty beside him. They had hardly spoken, besides an occasional observation, or a quick question, but they enjoyed their mutual company in gladdened silence.

He heard Anya begin to exit the pool, as the water lapped at the shore’s steps, and he moved to stand in the hopes that he could show her the rune equations he had crudely written. But as he looked up from his notebook, the image of Anya, and the beauty of her figure caressed in golden light, struck him viscerally.

She wore the half sheer fabric of her people, it clung to her every curve with wetness and decadence. She stepped out of the pool with grace and assurance, and as she stood to greet the dying light of day, she rolled her neck towards its rays; they kissed the figure of her waist and hips with bright flashes of lustre. The length of her dark hair fell over her back, and she wound her arms around it to drain every drop from its locks; they gathered in a puddle at her feet, trailing in streams back into the pool behind her. He could hear her hum as she did so, each strand of hair a singular, sensitive nerve, she combed her fingers through small tangles with quiet soughs.

Viktor quickly looked away, uncertain what to do with himself. A heat gathered in his thighs, and he held his breath. He was overcome with an emotion he had never experienced, but in dreams. Rarely had he gazed on Anya to acknowledge her beauty, but never had he felt for her the fervor that quickened his blood with desire.

"Are you hungry?” she asked.

“What?”

“Would you like to join me for dinner?” she asked again. It was not unusual for Viktor to be distracted by his thoughts, but the stoicism that hardened his face was deeper than was his wont, and he refused to look at her.

“No. Thank you,” he said, and chanced to glance at her.

“Very well,” Anya agreed, suspicious, but she allowed her friend his oddities. “If you change your mind, you always have a place here.”

She continued to brush her hands through her hair, and when she returned its long locks to rest along her back, she shook her mane of any other droplets. Her soft breasts moved with her as her body swayed and shuddered, and she took a refreshed breath as the tail end of a breeze passed through the foliage around them.

Viktor’s breath remained captive in his throat, and his hands gnawed at the notebook clasped between them; he was frozen there, in her light, and he had every instinct to both flee and fall at her feet. But the passion of his instincts was marred by the impotence that robbed him of the chance to ever show her his devoted desire with the sacrament of his body. Lascivious thoughts wound themselves throughout his mind, and at their impulse, he was tempted to profess his ardor regardless of the consequences.

But Viktor chided himself for his prurience, and quickly, he gathered himself and his cane, and began to leave the patio and her home. “I have to go,” he said.

Anya was left on the patio, bemused by her friend’s unusual exit. He often hid himself away from the company of others when he felt overwhelmed, or when he was burdened with memories of tragedies long past – it was a mutual trait they shared; but his flight from her instead, appeared riddled with fear and despair. She worried for her friend and his wellbeing.

Viktor spent the remainder of the day tormented by the agony in knowing that, even if his physical form could function in the way it was intended, Anya would suffer nonetheless. She returned all of his affections, she kissed him with equal passion, but his desire for her, and his desire to please her, did not outweigh his moral duty to protect her. Even from himself. Refraining from bonding with her was the most obvious and ethical choice. Still, his mind entertained the fantasy of fulfilling his lifespan with her – in the hope that he could find a solution to the dilemma: that he could bond with her now, and that she would be spared any pain for the remainder of her long life. He weighed every consequence, charted every nuance of every possible outcome should they spend their lives together: he thought of what involvements or restrictions would be required of him at her temple; he contemplated the consequences of being involved with an Academy donor, if he would need to quit his position there; he sought visions of their children. But grief found him once more as he pained himself to imagine their faces, and their genetic components. He was told as an adolescent that the probability of his reproduction would be limited, due to the prolonged chemical exposure he endured in the Fissures. He never longed for children – they were a hindrance, and an additional responsibility he could not afford, neither monetarily, nor emotionally. But the thought that he could not offer Anya the option of their creation was yet another mark against the benefits of their union.

He attended his physician, and sought clarity and advice, on both impotence and infertility. It was the same physician he had seen since he moved to Piltover, after his acceptance into the Academy – there were few in the upper city who understood the effects of post-polio syndrome, and who were trained enough to treat the atrophy and nerve damage associated with it.

“It’s not an uncommon complaint,” his doctor reassured him. “There are plenty of treatments. Are you sexually active now?”

“No, I have not been.”

His doctor eyed him with disbelief. “Ever?” he pressed.

Viktor pursed his lips. “No.”

“With anyone? Men or women.”

“No.”

“I can only do my best to help if you tell me the truth.”

“I am becoming offended.”

The doctor put up his hands and returned to reading his clipboard. Out of the many years he had seen him, Viktor was never known to be a liar. “Alright, alright. You’d be surprised how many people try to lie about this stuff. I just want to get the whole picture.”

Viktor paused and suppressed his offence with discomfort. He advanced the conversation instead: “Intimacy has never been of interest to me. However, I am entertaining the idea of intimacy with one person.” He hesitated, and swallowed, a part of him afraid that if he spoke his concern aloud it would somehow alter the future – like the runes and the spellwork he rigorously studied: “I must also know if I am able to have children.”

“Not a problem. I’ll write a prescription, and schedule a test. You’ll get the results in about a week.” The doctor scrawled words on a pad of paper; he tore it and handed it to Viktor.

He was twenty-eight with a prescription of pills made for old men – it did nothing to preserve his self-confidence.

Viktor made scarce appearances in the lab, and he avoided Anya altogether for the duration of the week. He had no wherewithal to sustain the society of others, especially that of Anya. He continued to work on the various combinations of runes apart from Jayce – there were thousands of possibilities, and Viktor found it preoccupied his mind well enough to dispose of his anxiety, if only temporarily.

On the sixth day, he received a letter from his physician’s office, it sat unopened on his dining table for hours, and he dreaded its contents. For nearly a week, he allowed himself to linger in the purgatory between hope and pessimism – there was a quiet part of him that imagined a life with Anya, that entreated him to dream of what her child would look like, what it would sound like, how it would live long after his expiration; a small and fantastical acceptance wormed itself through his mind, that he would be its father, that he could give her a gift which would last the long ages of her life by her side, and by which she would always remember him.

There was less than a one percent chance he could conceive, the results read.

His hand curled around the paper, and balled into a fist. He threw the results across the room, and anything else in his way – he retreated from his apartment.

The Sun hung in the mid horizon, fiery streaks of orange and lavender illuminated the sky, but he had no appreciation for them. He sat in his usual nook, nestled within the hydraulic dam he was wont to visit when his mind rejected the atmosphere of reality. A cigarette rested between his fingers that ran along his furrowed brow, his right leg over the ledge; a cool and quiet breeze sifted through the edge of the cities, and brought with it various scents and memories. He should have enjoyed the relaxation that seemed to beckon him, but his heart was bitter and acrid towards anything gentle and soft.

“If I did not know better, I would say you are avoiding me,” Anya’s soft voice spoke from behind him.

Viktor started, and his head whipped around to see her standing there, meekly in the shadows. “Myša,” he exhaled, the agitation of surprise lacing his voice. Her hands tugged at each other nervously, they hung at her middle; her eyes pled him not to send her away. Despite his ire, and the anguish that prevented him from holding her gaze, he did not renounce her.

Anya sat opposite him, and watched as the veil of thin clouds passed over the large disk of the Sun in the distance. “Do you ever wonder what it would be like, to be back in Zaun?” she asked.

He gave no answer.

“I would never wish for it. But a morbid part of me misses it. I knew my place there. Things – though they were awful – made sense. Now I am free, but I feel lost.”

He took another breath from his cigarette.

“I won everything. But now I am alone.”

He scoffed, the irony that he could not satisfy her desire of companionship panged him. “I suppose all of us should be careful what we wish for.”

She looked at him, and furrowed. “Have I offended you?”

He sighed and brushed his finger over his brow as he thought. “No, Anya. You have not.” He put out the cigarette and gathered both his courage and his stoicism. “I received word yesterday that your donation was accepted. I am no longer your liaison.”

His behavior still perplexed her – such news was not enough to partition himself from her completely, as he had for the past week. “I suppose we will see each other at the lab, instead, from now on,” she said.

He nodded in agreement, but he did not look at her.

She remained silent, preoccupying herself with the vision of the sunset, instead. It reminded her of their childhood.

“If I could, I would spend with you a thousand millennia,” Viktor spoke, suddenly.

Anya looked at him, shocked.

“If I could, I would spend every day with you. And if I could, I would give you a child like yourself. There is nothing I would not do – if it meant I did it with you. But I cannot. I cannot do…any of it.” He still did not look at her, pain gripped him with uneasy talons, and he could not settle himself enough to give her his sight. “It is better, then, that you do not waste your efforts of affection on me.”

“It is my affection to give,” she said, her voice muddled with sorrow. “It is a gift.”

“There will never be a gift that I can give you in return.” He looked at her, and watched as a tear fell from her face; he meant to spare her pain, not bring it. But he reasoned that a small grief now, would be better than a lasting anguish for the rest of her life.

Viktor stood, with the aid of his cane, and offered his hand to help her to her feet. She took it – her hand soft and heated with the everlasting blood of her people. He bowed his head, and kissed the tops of her fingers, her warmth leaving a sweetness on his mouth.

“Goodbye, Anya,” he said.

He left, and in his absence, imparted a shadow of himself into Anya’s heart.

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lesbiantahani · 5 months

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tagged by @lesbianlotties (thank you so much!! <33) to post 5 otps from 5 fandoms

yellowjackets - mistylottie!! i can already tell im like. THE only mistylottie die hard warrior and if thats my cross to bear so be it🫡like sorry theres something so delicious and intriguing in this rare pair. and yes for me they beat mistynat for the sole fascination i have with them and the POTENTIAL they have in s3 with the loss of nat. i vibrate when i think abt it. a prophet and a knight. insane milf 4 insane milf. cult leader and reddit user. christina ricci and simone kessel. they need to fuck nasty and be weird abt it and hate each other while also deeply, deeply loving the other for what they've lost and been through. need i say more. and i am, if anything, a lover of suffering by myself and this ships 3 fans (the gangs all here!!) so for me its always them <3

tgp - elhani. THEEEE soulmates. the original thing i first got intense brain rot/hyperfixated over. i always think abt them and will ALWAYS think abt them. imagine falling in love with someone over and over and over again in hell and becoming better people bc of it. i need to bite down on dry wall.

hotd - rhaenicent. i literally dont even go here i have not watched one episode. i just love divorce and hate and biting and stabbing and milfs and alicents sad wet brown cow eyes.

saw - shotgunshipping (amanda x lynn) give it up for toxic horror yuri!!!! everybody give it up for the toxic horror yuri!!!

yellowjackets - shaunajackie. need i say more. i love when girls eat their best friends and are weird abt it still 25 years later. i love haunting and being in love and devotion and resentment and cannibalism and teenage girl obsession.

i tag: @alivegirlmari @poetrylesbian @patron-saints @lottieurl @teabookgremlin @divinecruelty and anyone else who sees this!! but nooo pressure to who i tagged <33

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ficretus · 4 months

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Theory: Interpreting RWBY's Indecisive King as Joan of Arc story and implications of it

Looking at Indecisive King story I've noticed major similarities it has to Joan of Arc story. When I say Joan of Arc story here, I am refering to initial portion of it, from her childhood to meeting king Charles VII at Chinon castle. In this theory I'll break down those similarities, what characters they potentially reference in the show, and what future event do they potentially faciliate.

First of all, what is Indecisive King story? It's one of the in universe RWBY fairy tales dealing with Relic, Crown of choice. There is a wise King that is always able to solve problems of his subjects. One day he is approached by grieving Widow who lost her husband, village and will to live in Grimm attack. King tells her to continue living and offers her stay in his castle. Some time later, King is given Crown by mysterious admirer. When he puts it on he deteriorates into mess, unable to perform his duties or give advice to his subjects due to being burdened by visions of future seen due to Crown. Nobody is able to help him and he gets rid off all of his advisors. He is eventually approached by Widow, who he no longer recognizes. She offers to put the Crown on her head, but instead of terrible future, she sees King proposing to her. She gives him the same advice he gave her, instead of worrying about the future, he should live. King's issue is resolved and they live happily ever after.

What are the similarities between this story and initial portion of Joan of Arc story? First of all, similar protagonist. Both Joan and Widow are peasant women giving advice to the king. When she was 13, Joan's village was sacked, similar to the Widow. In aftermath of that incident she saw archangel Michael for the first time, breaking down in tears and begging him to take her with him. This is once again similar to the Widow, both losing their will to live. Joan is encouraged by Michael, who informs her that she'll be contacted by 2 more voices, giving her purpose in life. When time came, she is instructed by voices to go to Chinon and meet the king. King Charles VII by that point was losing all confidence in his abilities and future. While he isn't literally burdened by crown unlike Indecisive king, he bears symbollic burden. Crown has granted him power, but it also put him in endless war against England and Burgundy, which he has been losing for years. So both kings are granted power (knowledge is power after all) in exchange for massive burden that keeps pressing them. Charles is also commonly refered to as indecisive. Joan encourages and inspires him, staying at his castle before departing for Orleans, winning the battle. Eventually, Charles would win Hundred year war, making their meeting the turning point of the war. Once again, similarity with Indecisive King story: peasant woman giving advice and "saving" the king, helping where his many advisors couldn't.

What are the flaws with this comparison.

A) Widow is given advice by King and helps him using the very same advice. Joan is helped by archangel Michael, so it's not 1:1 since it's not the same advice between 2 individuals. Way I see it, you can argue that Joan was given purpose through the king, so it still somewhat works. Archangel Michael was also Charles' patron saint, so that's another plausible read

B) Different resolution to the story. Widow and King marry and live happily ever after. This doesn't work for Joan for obvious reasons, being both virgin and martyr. Her relationship with Charles was also purely platonic, even described as sibling like. I suspect that these are not bugs, but features of the story. These changes are subversions of Joan of Arc story that will play major role later in the story.

C) Crown has different role at the end. King shares the Crown with Widow before sealing it away for good. Obssessing over the future is not good, hence Crown is also not good. On the other hand, Charles must embrace the crown and his role as the king. Joan's mission was to bring him to Rheims so he can be properly crowned as French king.

Ok, time to move on to RWBY's Joan, Jaune Arc. So Jaune=Joan, Joan=Widow, logic would imply Widow=Jaune. Does that make sense? I'd say it does. Both Jaune and Widow deal with loss of their partner and home due to Grimm attack which makes them lose will to live. However, Jaune's story is incomplete, so there aren't many further connections. So, not a lot, but connection is strong enough in my book.

So Widow=Joan=Jaune, which would make Indecisive King=Charles VII=person X. Who is person X? Time to get unhinged, I'd say person X is Cinder. Let me explain:

For Cinder to be person X, she needs to fit as both Indecisive King and Charles VII. Let's start with the King.

Most obvious part is that Relic of Choice is Cinder's relic since she is Fall Maiden. So both Cinder and King are Crown's rightful owners. This could change, since Cinder could die, making someone else the Crown's guardian, but I'd be pretty surprised if show decides to kill off Cinder before this point of the story.

Now for bit controversial interpretation of events, did Cinder help Jaune by telling him to live? Yes, in very indirect and pretty evil way. Jaune confronts her with intent of sacrificing himself to hold her off. At that point of the story he sees no value in his well being. Instead of killing him, Cinder decides to "play" with him. She can kill him at any point of the encounter and it would be pretty beneficial to her since she can turn on other remaining fighters as well, yet chooses not to. Be it sadism, arrogance or some kind of pity. Even when Jaune comes pretty close to hitting her and nicks her mask, she lashes out on Weiss instead. By doing so, she forces Jaune to awaken his semblance and find his purpose again. So it kind of works as Indecisive King parallel.

Next, is Cinder surrounded by advisors who cannot help her and that end up pushed away? Once again, yes. She never opens up to anyone and puts on a mask (both literal and symbolic) to hide her insecurities. As a result, she creates unsolvable problem and pushes away those around her who cannot resolve it as a result. At the current point of the story, Cinder is completely isolated (Emerald left, Mercury distanced herself from her, and she literally threw Neo off the edge of the cliff) facing the looming problems.

Speaking of said problems, does Cinder deal with impossible future problem with no solution? Yes, although that's not explicitly stated or shown. Think about it logically, let's say Cinder enters the vault and finds the Crown and puts it on her head, what will she see? Here is little flowchart of possible events.

Gee, look at that bright future with variety of the outcomes. What is your favorite? On more serious note, there is no future in which Cinder wins. She is slowly turning into Grimm and Salem has shown before she can easily force her on the floor with minimal effort. As time goes she is turning more and more into a Grimm, making control even easier, eventually becoming Hound 2.0. So she cannot rebel and futures in which she has all powers are meaningless. And just as likely is she to take all of them, she is likely to die trying. In every major story portion she almost died. So just like King, she'll arrive at crossroad of impossible choices. There is of course choice that can save her, but she is unable to see it, just like King was until Widow helped him.

Direct quote from animated version of the story:

"We have clearly seen vastly different visions. What this cursed crown has shown me is a distant crossroads, one with no solution, no way out that doesn't end in a disaster!"

I feel like that's enough examples for Cinder=Indecisive King, I need to justify other part of the equation. Is Cinder king Charles VII? Once again I'd say yes.

Let's start with his childhood: Charles grew up in hotel Saint Pol, royal residence at the time. He had 2 older siblings that were meant to be heirs, he himself was suppose to be just a duke. He had troubled relationship with his mother, depending on the version, she was either neglectful or actively hated him (and ruined him). Eventually, his elder brothers die and he becomes an heir. He ends up in factional clash with duke of Burgundy. When he was 15, he runs away from his royal residence, to which he'll never return. His men end up murdering duke of Burgundy after tricking him into meeting them. This sours relationship between Charles and his father, who first ends up disinheriting him, and then declares him an outlaw.

Let's break down the similarities. First of all, both were raised in hotel they'd end up permanently leaving when they were 15. Both have bad relationship with their mother (adoptive one in Cinder's case). Both were trained to fullfil the role played by their paternal figure (Charles VII named as an heir/Rhodes training Cinder to become a Huntress). In both cases paternal role turns on them after they commit somewhat justified but morally wrong act (duke of Burgundy was responsible for Charles's uncle death, potentially his siblings' and seeked to control him). Said paternal figure then cuts their association and declares them an outlaw.

Childhood part mostly checks out, moving on to Charles post escape. He runs away to territories held by queen dowager Yolande of Aragon (who held the title Queen of four kingdoms). She becomes massive influence on him. After his father dies, Charles proclaims himself the king. However, this proclamation doesn't hold much weight since there is another pretender, child Henry VI and since Charles doesn't hold Rheims, traditional coronation location of French kings. Charles marries Yolande's daughter Marie during the ceremony. He has initial successes against English and Burgundians, but is eventually pushed back and faced imminent danger once they moved to siege Orleans (after which he meets Joan, but that's besides the point).

Once again, pretty much all of these points hold true for Cinder. Just like Charles take refuge in Yolande's land, Cinder enters Salem's service (both women are widows with immense power, Salem might as well be queen of 4 kingdoms in RWBY). Both get heavily influenced by their new maternal figure, although Yolande was mostly good influence on Charles unlike Salem on Cinder. Charles semi legitimate proclamation of royal power matches Cinder two fold: first she takes half of maiden power becoming Fall Maiden pretender. But after she takes all of it, she still lacks the Relic (which is out of her reach) just like Charles was king without the crown. This one might be bit of a reach, but I equate Charles marriage with Marie to Cinder's grimmification. Grimm are effectively Salem's children, and both events take place during their proclamation of power. Cinder also triumphs early but finds less and less success as the story continues.

I won't go further into Charles' story since we'd soon enter into completely speculative territory. But safe to say, Cinder more than enough matches Charles for me to pull Cinder=Charles=Indecisive King.

Ok, so we identified the main characters, what now? How do things go from here? Well let me throw some theories based on this.

THEORY 1: Knightfall route

I am neither first nor last to connect Indecisive King with knightfall so I'll be brief.

Cinder and Jaune will meet in the final vault. Cinder will be completely lost by that point, realizing futility of her quest for power. Jaune will help her see the future in which she is happy. Instead of endless power, she finds love. This is subversion of Joan of Arc story Indecisive King story does. Instead of Joan ending up as virgin martyr, she'll live happily ever after with the king (although words "Jaune" and "happiness" seem like impossible combination).

THEORY 2: Redemption but not forgiveness

This theory focuses on intention of advice, rather than resolution of the story. Cinder's "you need to live" likely wasn't with good intentions. She wanted to see him suffer since she knew that killing someone with no will to live is pointless. Jaune's advice to Cinder at the end will be the same. Cinder will realize futility of her quest for power and beg Jaune to kill her, so she can right the wrongs. Jaune will refuse since he won't allow her easy way out, making it clear he won't let her die until she cleaned up all the mess she made during the story.

What do you think? Any interpretations or details I missed?

#Rwby indecisive king #rwby theory #rwby knightfall #knightfall #jaune arc #rwby jaune arc #cinder fall #rwby cinder fall

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Petitioning Saint Jude for Hope, Healing, and Health.

If you are in a situation that seems hopeless? And you might feel like you can't achieve the impossible, or as if happiness is unreachable. Remember: You are not alone. Saint Jude is the patron saint of lost causes, and you can petition him for aid for just about anything.

Who was Saint Jude? Saint Jude, also known as San Judas, was a farmer by trade, that became one of Jesus's Apostles. The story tells us he visited the King of Edessa, who was sick with leprosy -- this disease was the most highly infectious, disfiguring, disease at the time. The saint brought the king a portrait of Jesus. Jesus had touched the cloth to his face. As soon as the King of Edessa saw the portrait, his leprosy was miraculously cured. Word soon spread far and wide of Jude's powers to heal the sick. Since leprosy was also impossible to cure, he became the patron saint of hope and desperate situations.

Remember saints are not God, you can ask God for help and hw rill send a spirit to assist.

But don't ask are call apon St Jude for things you can achieve your self. Keep in mind that St. Jude Thaddeus is the patron saint of [lost causes and desperate situations]. Although he is sure to intercede for you, keep in mind that there are other saints that can help your financial situation, health, relationships etc. If you’re not going through an emergency find another Saint to help.

Calling Upon Saint Jude For Helping With Problems In A Relationship

When it comes to love it can be difficult and when do do have it it can be hard to keep it. Then He can help. St Jude help to keep that love alive.

Get yourself a St.Jude Candle add a few drops of holy oil or St Jude oil. Lite it and say.

"St. Jude, we have problems in our relationship. Beg almighty God to give us the light to see ourselves and each other as we really are. Help us to grow daily in self-knowledge and mutual love while at the same time developing our potential to love and be loved". Amen.

I personally wouldn't add a spell with this to keep love going but this works well with a small sweeting jar help shw the two how much the do love each other makes there love stronger.

Petitioning the Saint for Healing. Saint Jude's reputation as a healer is perfect to call on for help with injuries or illness. (A saint's help is no substitute for medicine or seeing a doctor) but they can still work as a guide, helping the hands of doctors. With the powder of God.

Start by cleansing your home -- especially sickrooms -- you can use a Saint Jude bath & floor wash. Since you want to remove illness from your life, (see post on washes and baths and how to use them correctly) Place a white Saint Jude candle in the sick room or, in the heart of the home. Anoint it with a few drops of Saint Jude oil, or Holy oil. and light it. While Saying...

"Saint Jude, patron saint of causes that seem lost, I call to you to ask for your help, for I know that nothing is truly impossible with divine help. Intercede with the Heavenly Father, that He might bring assistance where it is most needed.[Describe your problem here.] I will always remember this kindness and mercy, and shall forever be grateful to you". Amen.

You can get a Saint Jude medal anoint it with a drop of the oil, and have that person wear it wear it. (The medel can be added to a healing mojo bag)

Allow the candle to burn out, and dispose of the remains.

A Petition for Monetary Help. Sometimes we all need a little help with finance but when petitioning St. Jude for money make Shure you'll in dire need for it, and not because you want more.

Light and anoint his candle. Then speak this ..

"Dear St. Jude Thaddeus, Please hear my urgent plea for financial help. I am in desperate need of assistance and I turn to you in my time of need.I am struggling to make ends meet and I am feeling hopeless and helpless.I am doing everything I can to try to improve my financial situation but I need your help.

Please intercede on my behalf and help me to find a solution to my financial problems.I am willing to work hard to improve my situation but I need your guidance and your help.I am asking you to please help me to find a source of income that will enable me to take care of my financial obligations.I am also asking for your immediate help in receiving some money in the very near future. I need it for (state a reason here). St. Jude, you know I speak from my oldheart when I tell you this is a noble reason, and your intercession will make a huge difference in my life. I will not squander this money, nor will I use it for evil or sinful pursuits.

I will keep working hard after I have dealt with this, but for now I need urgent assistance. I am grateful for your help in this urgent matter and I promise to remember you in my prayers". Amen.

Remember add a glass of water to your altar for the spirit. You can use some holy incense to help call the saint (see my post on Incense)

#Hoodoo Saint #St Jude #Calling the Saint #conjuring #rootwork #traditional hoodoo #google search #like and/or reblog!#spiritual #hoodoo #southern hoodoo #ask me stuff #ask me a question #How to Saints

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themetaphorgirl · 1 year

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hello friends!!!

life is still being pretty weird for me, I have to admit, but I've been writing on and off over the past few months, and I want to start being active again. the current situation I'm in could potentially stretch over months or years, and at this point I feel like I want to be as much back into normal life as possible.

so here I am! I'm going to post again! hopefully it'll be somewhat regular, but I might potentially fade in and out. we'll see how it goes. but I want to be here again!

and very importantly, this month is the THREE YEAR anniversary of Patron Saint of Lost Causes, and I want do something special for it!! I'm not sure what I want to yet, so suggestions are welcome, but you can bet that I've been working like crazy on the next chapter!

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realcatalina · 1 year

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This painting was once believed to be a portrait of Mary Tudor by Hans Holbein the Younger. What are your thoughts on it? The sitter may have had ties to Spain, because the border of her bodice and hood is ornamented with scallop shells, a symbol of St. James, the patron saint of Spain.

I have been wondering about the identity of the sitter in this portrait for while now. Also about the fact that Met Museum has it on its website in HD, you can see every detail, but in black and white only. Like does only photo exists or do they have the painting in colours and won't show us? The colours could give lot of clue(hair colour, eye colour, etc.)

In past it was said to be Mary I by Antonio Moro. However just from glancing at the face, that assumption is put into question.

It'd have to be pretty bad likeness to be actually her. I cannot rule that possibly happened, but it could be also the case it isn't her.

Indeed there are scallops on her bodice and french hood, and their size is fairly matching with those in Catherine of Aragon's portrait by Sittow.

But don't celebrate prematurely. Comparison of both portraits reveals they are not identical. Their shape is different.

However, we know Catherine's jewelry upon her death was taken from her and majority was not given to Mary. It was probably sold or melted down. But Mary upon return to favour could have had comissioned these in order to remember her mother.

But it is also possible that sitter is from circle around Catherine and her spanish ladies(who also could have had aqquired scallop shaped jewels before coming to England)-and that could be many women.

Yet there is also possibility that those scallops have nothing to do with that. (Aside from possibly leading to people assuming this portrait is Mary I, because her mother wore something similiar.)

In my post scallops as symbol I explained the other symbolism of scallops-they also symbolized baptism, were asociated with more religious places and overall became popular during renaissance. Thus potentially anybody could be wearing these.

Imo more likely for sitter to be catholic due to this detail. But not necessarly.

I had look in HD at those details, but sadly I don't see anything which would help us conclusively say who it is.

It's truly madening to have the painting available in such HD(many galleries don't give you that), and yet nothing to go with.

Possibly the ring has some letters upon it, but i can't read it:

However it might be because somebody remove all the clues.

Old photos show it with background overpainted, but also with cross in middle of the chest:

Sadly during one conservation it was removed, and nobody knows if it was indeed later alteration which didn't belong there, or actual feature of the painting which was sadly lost.

Or if more was lost during this conservazion.

Idk if it is just different light used, but hair seems different to me, much lighter in old photos.

Was it overpainted to lighter tones before? Idk. Met Museum provides very little information(aside from provenance) about the painting itself on their webpage. Even this old photo I found on my own.

Only thing they say is:

William Suhr in Paintings Conservation cleaned this portrait in April 1957. He repaired a joint that had opened and removed a dark reddish background to reveal the curtain. The cross that once hung from the brooch on the bodice had, however, already been removed when he received the picture.

The background in the photo doesn't dark at all. So who knows how many alterations that painting went through before 1957.

I had look into Mary's portraits and there is indeed similiarity in features to some of them. Especially lower part of face, in those depictions where her nose is flat:

Flatness issue is due to pigment instability, shadows kind of disappear or are less prominent, giving ilusion of flat nose. Most common it is for Eworth's workshop.

And the painting in question looks like it could be done around same time, possibly by somebody who was part of that workshop. (though so far painting was not atributed to anybody.)

Problem is, workshops can give us drastically different face. And aging or sickness or weight gain can also change features to degree.

Let's look at upper half:

Seemingly no match.

But here tiny bit of hope:

I think what could be misleading is that its pretty uncomon in portraits later in her life to not be looking at viewer. Her pupils look to side in the painting and that can create bit of ilusion that shape of the eye is different.

But imo, it is different shape of eyes and eybrows than Mary had.

However...that can happen with workshop or due to different artist.

(We've seen it many times with eyebrows of Henry VII. Sometimes they are extremely low, sometimes extremely high. )

And ocassionally, you get portrait where painter simply screwed it up. Didn't get the features correct.

The slightly different angle in which head is, also could make features appear to be different.

And as I said the painting was altered in the past, and Met won't tell us if face was also. So potentially somebody changed the upper half of the face. I cannot rule that out.

(I might have to write to them.)

The lower half of face resembles hers, pretty well actually,nose and even eyes are fairly alike. If you compare those features one by one. Not that much together as whole-but that could be artistic mistake or alteration.

IF it isn't mistake-then maybe time to look at somebody else-like cousins of her which could bear resemblence to her.

But at this moment I cannot conclusively either way-if it is or isn't her.

Not together as whole-but So if you asking-it could be her.

I'd truly wish to see this one in colour. Black and white hides a lot.

Oh, I almost forgot-the painting's maximum range of dating would be mid 1540s to early 1550s. However with this shape of hood, I'm more inclined to say 2nd half of 1540s. I hope you enjoyed it.

Update:

It just occured me that there might be addional reason why person might chose to wear those tiny scallops. That their coat of arms have scallops in them.

For example Dacre family:

Thus if we checked coat of arms of all noble families existing in England at right time, then we might narrow down which ladies could potentially choose this symbol.

(But as I said this could also be chosen randomly, not necessarly it has to do with coat of arms.)

#historical portraits #mary i of england #tudor history

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krakenbait · 1 year

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bragging rights bracket update #5: the krakening

greetings, bracketeers! i’m back to talk about the two eliminations from round 2 and how it’s affected the standings. things are... interesting, to say the least. let’s start with, as the “too many men” podcast would say, how does this affect the leafs? well, they lost. they avoided getting swept, but still lost in 6 to those crazy cats from the sunshine state, the florida panthers. it wasn’t round one, but toronto’s still doing what they do. but before that, my beloved new jersey devils fell to the carolina hurricanes 😢 very unfortunate for us.

with that said, let’s check in with the leaderboard!

91 points

more hairy men (abby) - *marie kondo voice* this does not spark joy

81 points

raise hell or whatever (@dawson-mercer)

be prepared to see this gif quite a few times. also jayc you’ve hit your points ceiling already. oof.

71 points

hopelessly optimistic bruins fan (@patron-saint-of-boston-hockey) - how ‘bout those phf signings? boston losing giguère and schroeder to montreal hurts, but then you got müller and aurard

68 points

come on and raise up (@andreisvechnikov) - *sigh* good job canes.

ready 2b dissapointed but not surprised (@morganfrost) - you better hope the oilers force game 7 tomorrow. connor mcdavid is your only hope.

66 points

Jack i will pay you to get a mullet (@puck--off)

add one more six and this is a pretty nice score for a devils fan

Hughes line is it anyway? (@natashastarkk)

or add three points and it’s just a pretty nice score

59 points

chaos mode (emily) - seattle-florida cup finals... i can see it now...

58 points

The head, the heart, and the himbos (@circle--of--confusion) - you may not have many points here, but you get points in my book for agreeing that pineapple does not belong on pizza.

56 points

you know :) (@nastybastian)

at least your boys were looking good in exit interviews

GOOD vibrations (ki) - *cues up the beach boys song*

Hold me like a grudge - for a second there, toronto for the cup looked genius! but glasses only make you look smarter...

55 points

big advocate for naps (@turbolainen) - congratulations! you are one of three people in this bracket who has not yet busted

53 points

the bringer of chaos (brett) - how many unread emails do you have?

46 points

Djoker’s actual bracket - why so serious?

43 points

the commissioner is not supposed to win (me)

the devils gave it a good run and i’m proud of them. but i am now diverting all my attention toward aggressively rooting for the kraken!

36 points

battle of the matty b’s (@shea-theodore) - i would imagine you are doing the same. they’ve got this!

33 points

last season 69 points (@arsonandhockey) - kid, you’ve got potential. (as in, you’re one of three left standing)

13 points

if the bruins don’t win don’t talk to m (AJ) - oh how the mighty have fall-n

#bragging rights bracket challenge #brag-cket updates #scp23

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hotchley · 2 years

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V: If you could write the sequel (or prequel) to any fic out there not written by yourself, which would you choose?

Okay so there's a few...

Because I am nothing if not predictable:

I'd want to do a Minimal Loss AU (@whump-town) sequel purely because I'd want to see what happens a few months down the line when he can't even defend anyone from Foyet since he's not allowed to carry a gun. Is he even a member of the BAU? What does he do in the alleyway following the bus?

Also, something to do with the bi!Hotch/Charlie verse so essentially a sequel to If The Lord Don't Forgive Me, but I would want it to be wedding planning shenanigans (arguing over the flower arrangements, suit fittings, threats from Charlie to eat strawberries moments before the ceremony if Hotch doesn't accept he deserves it) as well as a few moments of light angst (Hotch freaking out over combining their surnames, worrying that he's going to ruin Charlie, being terrified that some of their guests won't come, a few nightmares about everything going wrong, maybe Charlie gets targetted by an unsub and Hotch thinks he's been stood up...)

I know we're going to get it sprinkled in and explained however, a prequel for @themetaphorgirl's Patron Saint of Lost Causes that covers the whole of Hotch's Life Until Patron Saint starts would be great because the angst impact, his aunt and uncle, Sean, his parents, the years when he's getting into fights and being labelled as the bad kid...

A sequel to quítate ese miedo by @olivinesea would have so much angst potential. Hotch learning to drive, but having already had a minor incident and being terrified. Going with Roy and knowing that he's not his father but still being terrified of making mistakes. The amount of cursing Roy would do at Aaron's father but that Aaron would assume was about him, and the tears that would fall. Also even just being in a car may make him uncomfortable, and everyone would be so encouraging but would it be enough? And what happens if he fails his test?

So yeah! There a probably more, but this is already long enough lol

#people talk to me #ask game

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cruger2984 · 6 months

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THE DESCRIPTION OF SAINTS JUDE THADDEUS AND SIMON THE ZEALOT Feast Day: October 28

The patron of desperate situations and cases and lost causes, Jude Thaddeus, was the brother of fellow apostle James the Less, the son of Alphaeus. He is sometimes identified with Jude, the brother of Jesus and a relative to the Blessed Virgin Mary, but is clearly distinguished from Judas Iscariot, the apostle who betrayed Jesus prior to his crucifixion.

In the Gospel of John, he was the one who asked Jesus during the Last Supper, and said: 'Master, what happened that you will reveal yourself to us and not to the world?'

He replied: 'Whoever loves me will keep my word, and my Father will love him, and we will come to him and make our dwelling with him.'

He also wrote the penultimate letter to the Universal Church known in the Holy Bible as the Epistle of Jude. The epistle reassures its readers that these people will soon be judged by God. It is possible that the group being referred to would have been obvious to the original recipients of the letter, but if a specific group was being referred to, knowledge of the details has since been lost. The one bit of their potential ideology discussed in the letter is that these opponents denigrate angels and their role.

And thus this quote: 'Keep yourselves in the love of God, waiting for the mercy of our Lord Jesus Christ that leads to eternal life.'

He died a martyr circa 65 AD in Armenia. Jude's attribute is a club. He is also often shown in icons with a flame around his head. This represents his presence at Pentecost, when he received the Holy Spirit with the other apostles. Another common attribute is Jude holding an image of Jesus Christ, known as the Image of Edessa. In some instances, he may be shown with a scroll or a book (the Epistle of Jude) or holding a carpenter's rule.

Simon, the Canaanean, is from Cana in Galilee, was surnamed the Zealot because of his enthusiasm for the Jewish law. Another tradition, doubtless inspired by his title 'the Zealot', states that he was involved in the First Jewish–Roman War. The Zealots were a religious and political group determined to resist the Roman occupation of Judea. They refused to pay taxes and called for rebellion.

Simon probably belonged to their party before the calling of Our Lord. After receiving the Holy Spirit through Pentecost, he went to preach the Holy Gospel in Persia and Armenia or Beirut, Lebanon together with Jude, where they received the crown of martyrdom.

Another tradition states that he traveled in the Middle East and Africa. Christian Ethiopians claim that he was crucified in Samaria, while Justus Lipsius writes that he was saw in half at Suanir, Persia. Simon has the identifying attribute of a saw because he was traditionally martyred by being saw in half in Christian art.

#random stuff #catholic #catholic saints #jude thaddeus #simon the zealot #simon el cananeo #simon el zelote #judas tadeo

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nebraskansembracinglife · 1 year

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Bellevue, NE

April 28, 2023

LeRoy Carhart was one of the most notorious murderers of preborn children of our time, and we are thankful that he will kill no more, but join the cries for justice of the multitudes lost. If one were to estimate sheer numbers of Carhart career abortion victims conservatively, quickly tens of thousands add up, maybe approaching 100,000. God knows each and every soul. Pause for a moment of silence here!

We cannot comprehend, but must remember these victims, as they join the unimaginable global multitudes that continue to expand in the worldwide culture of death. Reverberating beyond the loss of the child, one has to count their potential offspring into next generations as missing in action. Only God knows the toll on the physical life and death of the mothers harmed; their emotional pain, regret, disability or other associated damage. Legions of deprived fathers, also in need of healing, also damaged by their sin. The far reaching extent of spiritual harm, demonic influence, and adverse effect is also known only by God. May He have mercy on us all! Many have innocent blood on their hands, including parents, relatives, any accomplice or mercenary, “friends” who drive to the mill, abortion workers, abortion minded politicians, voters, and so on to include everyone who has had anything to do with child killing.

While Carhart’s murdering has finally ended, his Bellevue chamber of death has not, though we pray for that. Evil personified has few, if any greater examples. Carhart would brag and joke about his killing, using that word to describe his work. To kill a baby was just in his eyes, if only the mother chose it and paid. He was a hired mass killer of babies up to birth, approved by senate democrats, often paid by government funds.

Carhart had an insatiable lust for blood, was surely possessed of evil, that he could kill a child up to birth. He tore into their living flesh, and watched these children suffering in their last activity, collecting the remains for accounting, or for sale. Mass shooters of our time are locked up, killed, or commit suicide immediately before or after their evil is done with too many victims. Satanic Carhart was allowed by law to impose his assault, often daily, and recently as many as 60 per week at his Bellevue, Nebraska abortion mill, according to sidewalk counselors. With the element of innocence so pure in the youth of his victims, he has to be ranked among the most evil murderers in human history. That is his legacy, as the very lowest in a giant class of mass murderers of human history. Could there be a more wicked man to ever live? Without repentance he will find himself in the deepest regions of hell. With repentance, God has mercy enough to cover even his sinful, murderous life. In that radiant light of truth, no man can question God’s mercy for his own sin. Carhart knew he was going to die; he had time. Another grace is many praying for him his entire life, and at the hour of his death. The Lord gave him time. We prayed for his miraculous conversion, as we always did through these decades of his bloody, rampaging conquests for evil. But now his time is up, and he stands before the just judge, who will impose a just sentence.

In the reality of Christian charity and love, we ask you to pray with us in offering so much imposed suffering with Christ for the sake of the church (COL 1:24), and magnified by His mother Mary (Luke 1:46), with all of the angels and saints (1 COR 12:12), for the conversion of cold, evil hearts that bring murder and death. The abortion mill in Bellevue, or anywhere else, is very much like the bloody slaughter of the Holy Innocents, but more numerous, and not all at once, unless you are outside of time, as God is. An abortion chamber is a terrible place of the greatest evil, with ramifications untold.

It is no coincidence that Carhart died on April 28, the Feast of Day of Gianna Molla, our patron saint at Nebraskans Embracing Life, as patron saint of mothers, physicians, and unborn children. Dr. Molla was a pediatrician who dedicated her life to nurturing children and their mothers. She faithfully lived the sacrament of holy matrimony. She refused a hysterectomy to remove a tumor during pregnancy which would have killed her unborn child, and she died from complications from an infection only one week after the birth of her daughter with the same name, who also became a physician.

Gianna Molla dedicated her life for life and bore fruit. LeRoy Carhart dedicated his life for death. She died for life. He lived for death. Also worthy of note, faithful Catholic priest, Father Terrance Gordon, FSSP, for years used to pray on his knees at the Carhart abortuary, before he received another assignment. Frequently, he could be seen walking around the perimeter of the property sprinkling holy water and offering the prayers of exorcism. He died unexpectedly also on April 28, and in Christ, assuming his salvation, he continues his prayerful work to eradicate evil and guide souls to their heavenly destination.

We ask for prayers for the abortionist, the priest, every child victim, and every soul affected by the murderous legacy of LeRoy Carhart and abortion. Further we ask for prayers to end abortion in Nebraska and beyond, for a just society that finally repents and respects sacred human life from conception. St Gianna Molla, pray for us! Mary Queen Mother of Our Souls, intercede for us! Jesus Christ, Son of the Father with the Holy Spirit, have mercy on us!

David Zebolsky, Executive Director, www.NebraskansEmbracingLife.org

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modernmagdalene · 3 years

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Saint and Crystal Associations Part 2

Once again, I’m posting this as a potential resource for other Christian witches or Christian mystics (whatever you call yourself). These are my own personal associations, not official associations of any Christian denominations, so if they don’t feel right for you feel free to use different crystals with different saints. Thanks and enjoy.

Saint Francis of Assisi --> Amber

Francis is best associated with Amber. While not technically a crystal it still is used in a lot of crystal magic. Francis is a very complex saint who helps with a lot of different things: voluntary poverty, helping the poor, antiwar, and oneness with nature. Amber is very old and connected deeply to the earth. It helps with grounding, clarity, patience, wisdom, dissolves negativity, eliminates fear, and balances emotions. All things Francis needed to leave his life of privilege behind and follow God. I think it represents much of who Francis is and can help support the same virtues that Francis represents.

Saint Brigid --> Opal

St. Brigid would be associated with Opal. Brigid is a saint that is very connected to the goddess Brigid. Their stories are extremely intertwined that you can’t really talk about without the other. Both are connected to fire, love, and hope and that’s all things Opal is connected with as well. I also personally tend to associate Opal with the divine feminine and Brigid connection to a goddess makes that work as well.

Saint Julian of Norwich --> Moonstone

Julian of Norwich I said in a comment that I associated with Lapis Lazuli but then relaized I was already using that crystal with St. Perpetua and Felicity. So I did some more research and decided that Moonstone would work really well for Saint Julian of Norwich. Moonstone is obviously associated with Lunar magick and the moon is also regularly associated with femimine energy. Which works wonders with St. Julian who often depicted God as femimine. One of the things that made her contraversal. St. Julian of Norwich had visions and was a prolific writer. Moonstone helps those seeking wisdom and strengthens psychic abilities. St. Julian of Norwich is also a known cat lover so have moonstone carved into the shape of a cat is even better.

Saint Mary MacKillop --> Obsidian

(Trigger Warning Mentions of sexual abuse in this.)

Mary MacKillop is the first saint of Australia and one of my favorites! Mary MacKillop reported a priest who was abusing children and not longer after a friend of this priest used his connections to get her excommunicated. Her excommunication was eventually lifted. I have always admired her strength and resilience. That’s why I chose obsidian for her. Obsidian shines a light on the negativity and clears it away, helping us to choose the path leading towards light and love. It is also a protective stone as it used to be used for weapons. If you need to fight the devil obsidian is up there with tourmaline as an excellent crystal to clean house.

Saint Raphael the Archangel --> Ametrine

St. Raphael the Archangel is another favorite of mine. If you use a Protestant Bible you might not have read about him. Raphael is featured in the Book of Tobit which is only in Catholic and Orthodox Bibles. The Book of Tobit is an epic love story between Tobias and Sarah that also features thievery, exile, and fights with demons. Where Michael and Gabriel tend to appear to humans briefly then leave. Raphael, disguised as a human, travels with Tobias throughout the whole book. Raphael is most associated with healing and I connect him to the crystal ametrine. Ametrine is associated with healing, harmony, strength, balancing physical and spiritual life, and aids in contacting spirit guides. This works with Raphael’s connections to healing. Furthermore, Raphael’s role guiding Tobit and being a spiritual being working on earth makes ametrine perfect in helping to connect with him. Use this stone and ask him to help find balance in your practice and assist you with finding spiritual guides.

Saint Rita --> Smoky Quartz

St. Rita is the patron saint of impossible tasks. She is someone I rely on when I really need to overcome an obstacle or problem in my life. She is also prayed to when someone has a deadly illness or serious problem helping with things that seem impossible to deal with is just her jam. Because of this I associate her most with smoky quartz. This crystal is super powerful and is a great grounding and balancing stone. It absorbs negative energy like a sponge (because of this it should be cleansed often-ish use your best judgement). It’s so useful and can even cleanse other crystals. It keeps all the negativity away from you which is something that one really needs when dealing with impossible situations.

Saint Mary Magdalene --> Celestite

Mary Magdalene is one of my favorite witchy women in the Bible. She wasn’t scared away like the other disciples when Christ was crucified, she was the first to preach about the resurrection, and was active in preaching and teaching others about Christ. One of my favorite stories about her comes from the Orthodox tradition where she was preaching to Emperor Tiberius Caesar about Christ and turned an egg red to prove to the emperor that Christ’s story and power was true. I associate Mary Magdalene most with Celestite. Celestite raises spiritual vibrations, promotes spiritual growth, and aides in communication with the spiritual realm. This crystal also boosts self-worth and self-expression, all things Mary Magdalene had in abundance. Mary Magdalene also seems to be the most connected to the spiritual world out of all the apostles (with the exception of maybe John) so this crystal is perfect for her.

Saint Joan of Arc --> Bloodstone

St. Joan is a warrior and protector. I also consider her a trans and/or genderfluid saint who will naturally protect trans and genderfluid peoples. Because of this I associate her most with bloodstone. Bloodstone promotes justice and strength, it is also good for healing and renewal, but bloodstone is probably best known for boosting spells and banishing spirits. Or as I prefer to use it, boosting protection spells and banishing TERFs.

Saint Francis de Sales --> Kyanite

St. Francis de Sales is one of my favorite saints purely because he is the patron saint of writers and I am someone who greatly enjoys writing. Kyanite is the crystal I use with this saint. It promotes creativity and also dispels negativity aka those negative thoughts that tell you that you can’t write. It’s also supposed to sharpen your focus which can be especially helpful with writing or any creative work, especially if you are easily distracted like me.

Saint Anthony of Padua --> Amazonite

St. Anthony was one of my grandmother’s favorite saints and probably the saint I use the most in day to day life. He is the patron saint of lost items. He was a devout priest and taught students from a book of psalms. He once tried to preach to people who refused to listen to him. He instead decided to preach to the fish who all started to gather near the shore to listen to him. When people saw this they decided they should listen too. So you know when in doubt preach to fish I guess. Anyway, I associate St. Anthony with amazonite. Amazonite helps sharpen the mind, aids communication and promotes good luck all of which are great attributes for learning and teaching, finding lost items (that’s the good luck bit), and aiding communication could help you talk to people or fish, your call.

Saint Valentine --> Rose Quartz

St. Valentine did a lot but he is most associated today with marrying couples in the Christian church during the height of Roman persecution. So naturally I associate him with rose quartz, a crystal that promotes love and fertility, dispels loneliness, opens the heart to compassion, and even strengthens faith. The perfect stone for this romantic saint.

Saint Scholastica --> Citrine

St. Scholastica was the twin sister of St. Benedict, and was the founder of the women’s benedictine order. As someone who went to a benedictine college I have a fondness for her. If you are a storm witch in particular I think this might be the saint for you. At one point Benedict and his monks visit Scholastica and her nuns. Scholastica didn’t think she would live long enough to see her brother again after this meeting so begged him to stay the night, but Benedict didn’t want to spend the night outside his monastery and told her he couldn’t. So Scholastica prayed and a massive thunderstorm suddenly came making it unsafe for Benedict and his monks to travel. And here is my favorite bit:

“Realizing what had happened, Benedict reproached her: "What have you done, my sister?” Scholastica answered simply, "I asked a favor of you, and you refused to listen to me. So I asked my God, and He, more generous than you, granted my request.” Once again Scholastica’s pleas won the favor she was seeking.”

With Scholastica I associate the crystal citrine. Citrine is all about manifesting change, protection, creativity, and success all things she needed to live the life she did.

Saint Dymphna --> Blue Lace Agate

St. Dymphna is one of my favorite saints and she is one I utilize often. She is most associated with mental and emotional illnesses. If you are a spoonie witch this is the saint for you. Because of this I associate her most with Blue Lace Agate, which helps people express themselves (helpful when going to therapy or a doctor) and also helps with dealing with any sorts of fears or anxiety. (Reminder: That utilizing this saint and crystal is meant as a prayerful way to ask for help dealing with mental and emotional illness. It is not a replacement for therapy or meds.)

St. Sara-la-Kali --> Jasper

St. Sara-la-Kali is the patroness of the Romani people. She is said to have helped the Three Marys of the Bible arrive safely in Gaul after she had a vision of them arriving. She used her dress as a raft and helped the women get to shore despite the tumultuous waves. She was also extremely generous and often collected alms for the poor. I associate her most with jasper. A crystal native to Romania it aids in peace and wisdom and also is particularly helpful during times of transition by providing stability and protection. It also supports perseverance and acceptance, something we definitely need Sara's help with right now.

#christian witch #catholic witch #christian mysticism #crystals #saints #crystal witch #witchcraft

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yeah okay I'm doing this – everything we know about julian diaz and his family (a guide for fic writers, because I am absolutely going to push for more fics any way I can):

The Diaz Family:

He was born in the US, as was his brother, Rodrigo. Their parents both immigrated from Colombia – we don't know much about his mom, other than she left her husband + kids shortly after Julian's birth.

His dad's name was Ramon Diaz, and he worked with Carlos Martinez in their joint mechanic shop at least ten years before canon events

Ramon owned an electric-blue 1970 Corvette Stingray, which he'd modified for years.

Presumably, the Diaz family lived in an apartment somewhere closeby during this period.

Ramon died from a stray bullet during a drive-by shooting, two years before canon.

There is a six year age difference between Rodrigo and Julian – when Ramon died, Rodrigo was twenty years old and Julian was fourteen.

After Ramon's death, Rodrigo became Julian's legal guardian, and got a job at his father's mechanic job, now solely run by Carlos Martinez. Due to their father's connections with Carlos, the brothers were allowed to rent the apartment above the shop.

According to some characters, Julian became a 'real asshole' a year before canon events, which would be one year after his father's death.

Rodrigo (Rio):

Rio was a serious, shy child, going by the photos we see during canon events. As a twenty two year-old adult, he's still reserved, but shows concern and compassion for his brother's friends.

When he was around 15-16, he ran with a gang (the same one Luca was pulled into 1-2 years before canon). Going off of assumptions, Julian would have been ten years old here at most. This implies that Ramon was alive at this point, too. (Rio's father's involvement may have had something to do with him eventually leaving the gang, but this is just extrapolation.)

When Rio left the gang, his arm tattoos were burnt off. As mentioned in canon, the gang had a 'blood in, blood out,' policy. The fact that Rio wasn't killed when he left implies that they 'owed' him (theorised by Julian.)

This courtesy stretched far enough for Rio to remove Luca from the gang as well, despite his head tattoos being burned off as well.

Rio has severe scars from his tattoo burns, though during canon events, he also has tattoo sleeves. One of the tattoos is of Santa Muerte.

Due to his job as a mechanic, Rio is also muscular, with emphasis on his arms

Julian (Jules)

Julian was an excitable, adventurous child (going by his dad's photos) and canonically shows an emotional bond toward Carlos Martinez, who resembles an uncle figure (a more watered down version of Yadriel + Catriz.)

At some point in his childhood, Ramon gave Julian a St. Jude pendant, with 'J. Diaz' inscribed on the back. It carries emotional weight during canon, as it is the tether for Julian's spirit.

He seemed to have had a good record with school attendance before his father's death (before high school).

He and Omar are known as good friends, who used to play on the boy's soccer team by most of the school. Julian quit the team one year before canon.

Julian and Rocky are, according to him, best friends (in typical wlw mlm solidarity. I could add a little potential backstory here but it's a goldmine, so I'll save that for a fic :P)

Julian has a close bond with Luca, who is hinted at being the same age as the rest of them. (I'd call the relationship 'brotherly,' but it's up to interpretation.) His protectiveness could be attributed to Luca's business with the gang pre-canon.

Julian and Flaca also have a close friendship, evident by how he defends her in conversations during canon events.

Julian is a graffiti artist, who signs his work with the name 'St. J,' (a reference to Saint Jude, patron saint of lost causes. Jude, Julian? connect the dots besties.)

Two of his works shown in the book: A mural of Guadalupe, near the mechanic shop, as well as the 'trans rights skull' graffiti in the train underpass.

He and his friends often hang out around the city together, at fast-food restaurants (Jack in the Box, King Taco, etc.) They travel using their skateboards, and do not have bus passes. Julian is the only one of them to own a smartphone.

Julian knows enough about skateboards to modify his own. This knowledge may be due to his father and brother's careers as mechanics.

Julian has buzzed-short hair, which he maintains himself. His reasons, in canon, are that 'there's less to hold onto during a fight,' although no further evidence is provided to back his claim up.

He also has a curved scar above his ear, running until the nape of his neck. The reasons for this are unknown.

At some point, 1-2 years before canon, Julian fought with a boy in his biology class named 'Pancho' and ended up breaking his nose. (Julian turns red when talking about this, implying that he's embarrassed, and tries to correct the statement.)

#I'll probably do these for the other characters as well #cemetery boys #Aiden thomas #Julian diaz #Ramon diaz #rodrigo diaz #cemetery boys lore #guys PLEASE write fic #I am begging u #I cannot be the only oneeeee

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mikrowrites · 3 years

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andromeda

(vignettes cut from cottages of constellations; can be read as a one-shot)

c!wilbur x reader

summary: a series of memories from y/n’s perspective; the war, the death, the stars, the secret, and the meeting.

warnings: fluff, angst, violence, war themes, bad mental health situations, death, language, manipulation

a/n: this is basically a bunch of scrapped ideas from cottages of constellations that i shoved together bc i already had them written and have been hitting a writer’s block with pt 3. the only part of this you should regard as “canon” is the syndicate vignette, that will be in pt 3. enjoy!!

Y/n and Wilbur kept many secrets.

That was not something unknown by any, not a surprise to some. The two seemed to have words unspoken, existing between the glance of an eye or a brush of a hand, a nod of a head and a ever so soft sigh. Y/n and Wilbur kept many secrets to themselves and themselves only.

The cottage was one. A secret kept along a peaceful riverbank, until the price of TNT seemed higher than that forgotten paradise. There were some other secrets too. Some inconsequential, some almost burdening.

Y/n and Wilbur kept a secret they chose to not share with anyone. A secret that would be for the best if left unsaid.

But the price of freedom would prove higher and more demanding. The price for a tall brunette man to whisper the words into an enemy’s ear, for the enemy to relay it to someone who was once deemed an old friend.

The moment Schlatt spoke the secret out loud to Y/n with threatening intent, everything came crashing to the ground.

It was a secret Schlatt would die with.

—

The War…

Y/n arrived as the sun rose at dawn.

Wilbur was there to meet her, his uniform jacket unbuttoned messily and his cravat askew. As she approached him closer he smiled softly, but the smile was tired, aching, the light in his eyes dimmed by the bags beneath them.

What was the saying, “winning is easy, governing is harder”?

Y/n feared both feats were insurmountably difficult.

“Hello, love.” Wilbur sighed, striding the distance of Y/n’s approach and pulling her into his arms, holding her like a lifeline.

“Hey Wil, it’s okay, I’m here.” Y/n reassured.

He pulled away with a less tight smile, wrapping his fingers around her own, pulling her towards the majestic walls.

“Y/n L/n, welcome to L’manburg.”

And L’manburg was small, and undeveloped, and nothing quite impressive really. But it was her lover’s nation, and to Y/n it looked like a spectacle of heaven. “It’s wonderful.”

Wilbur led her into the camaravan, where battle plans and declarations had been hung and placed about, with an occasional empty bottle or a misplaced piece of weaponry.

Y/n had fought in wars before, in another life, far from this server. She had played the part of diplomat, of ally, of enemy. It was all a language familiar to her like breathing, and she suspected Wilbur was well aware, why else would he write begging her to join the front lines?

She hummed in thought, running her hands over a tabletop. “When’s the next battle, then?”

“Tomorrow.” Wilbur replied simply.

Y/n nodded. “Okay. Where do we start?”

Wilbur smiled once more.

—

The Death…

Y/n struggled against Quackity’s hold, screaming her throat raw. “YOU KILLED HIM!”

Smoke from the firework barrage still lingered on the execution box, Schlatt turning from his podium to Y/n. He smirked. “Y/n, my dear, he was a traitor. You know what happens to traitors.”

Y/n spat at his feet, the man laughing. “That’s cute. Remember Y/n, I hold all the cards in my hands. You don’t want to step out of line, remember? Who knows what secrets could get spilled.”

“I don’t give a fuck.” Y/n glared, her eyes like fire as the two stood off against each other on the podium under Manberg’s watching eyes. “Because I am going to fucking kill you before you even think about it.”

Schlatt laughed loudly again, facing the crowd. “Do you hear that, folks? Miss Y/n is going to kill me!” He lowered his voice, leaning so he was face to face with her. “That’s treason, my friends.”

Y/n hardened her eyes, as Quackity let her arms go. She stepped forwards, her hand on the hilt of her sheathed sword. Everything was quiet, not the crowd’s jabs or cries were heard by her, not even Niki’s protests to spare her best friend.

Schlatt smiled, unsheathing his own sword as Y/n stood her ground, preparing to produce her own in hopes of taking down the tyrannical man once and for all.

“These were not the ideals of L’manberg.” Y/n shouted so the audience could hear her. “And Manberg should be no different. And I’m getting really fucking tired of you hurting everyone and everything I love. So yeah, I’m a traitor, because I value people over a country.”

“People you’d be willing to lose a life for?” Schlatt jeered.

“Time and time again, yes.” She verified.

Schlatt shook his head in amusement. “Y/n, the patron saint of L’manberg. You’ll fall as easily as any man.”

Y/n smirked, drawing her own sword. “Good thing I’m not a man then, yes?”

“STOP! Stop!”

The two adversaries’ heads whipped over, catching the glimpse of a tall brunette in a brown trench coat walking down the aisle of seats, hands out in a preventative gesture. “Stop.”

“Wil…?” The man who left her behind. The man who promised safety. The man who most importantly, loves her. The former President, to protect his former First Lady.

Schlatt’s sword ran through Y/n’s body. Wilbur screamed.

The girl gasped, grasping Schlatt’s shoulder’s with tight fingers, looking at him in shock. He had gotten the upper hand. Y/n had never lost a duel, yet this one was over before it had even started because she did the one thing she had been trained to never do in battle.

Y/n found distraction in a lover.

Wilbur would always be her hubris.

Schlatt leaned over with booze-tainted breath to whisper in her ear. “Your secret is safe with me.”

He then ripped the sword out of her, and everything went black. The last thing Y/n heard before waking up laying in the soft grass of a forest was the sound of Wilbur shouting her name.

Y/n was killed by JSchlatt

—

The Stars…

Long ago, in a world different from where she was now, Y/n’s mother had taught her every constellation strewn across the night sky. The young girl would marvel at her mother, eyes shining with curiosity and awe as the soft-spoken woman would point to each cluster of stars.

Life was simple then, before war after war Y/n was forced to fight and win. Before aching loss and hurt.

Y/n laid on the angled roof of Philza’s house, her lips parted slightly as her eyes traced designs of warriors and beasts and lovers. Her breath fogged into the night sky, the girl indifferent to the cold surrounding her.

“Kid, what’re ya doin’?”

She flicked her eyes down to where Technoblade stood beneath her, staring up at her form with disinterest but yet a glint of confusion or curiosity.

Y/n smirked, her eyes traveling back up to the sky. “Chasing constellations.”

Technoblade definitely had the right idea to be a tint worried at the sight of Y/n on a roof, staring off into nothing. It had been a week and a half since they had both blown up New L’manberg, and her mind was undoubtedly conflicted. Techno supposed if he were in the same situation, he’d feel the same perhaps. But now (though he’d never show it) he was just concerned of the well-being of his old friend.

So Technoblade was immensely surprised when Y/n patted a spot on the roof next to her and said: “cmon”.

The blood god was silent and still for a moment before pulling out his trident, using it to launch himself up and land gracefully onto the roof next to her. The girl didn’t flinch a bit, just turned back to the night sky.

Y/n looked tired, Techno noticed, but yet relieved. He hadn’t seen her this relaxed since their last war fought together away from this server, where she had spoken of a kindhearted brunette she was running away with after the battle’s conclusion.

Technoblade sat next to her, the girl sighing. “No more wars, Techno. I’ve fought my last one. I’m tired of being a pawn in someone’s game, of breaking myself for others.” Y/n huffed out a laugh. “I think I might try that retirement plan.”

“Retirement is overrated.” Technoblade groaned. “So if I made you an offer, you’d refuse?”

Y/n shrugged, pulling her knees to her chest and wrapping her arms around her legs, resting her chin on her kneecaps. “Depends on the offer. I’m pretty done being taken advantage of.”

Techno turned to look at her. “All these years and you don’t trust the proof I wouldn’t.”

“Can’t blame a girl for having trust issues.” She grumbled. “What’s the offer?”

“I’m putting together a group of people with common ideals. Anarchy, we’d be there to abolish these kingdoms’ governments before they can cause more death and destruction, cause more Wilburs.” Techno explained, the girl turning to him at the sound of her ex-lover’s name. “We’re called the Syndicate.”

Y/n murmured the name to herself, furrowing her eyebrows. “Who’s we?”

“Philza and I. Zephyrus and Prostileus. And, potentially, you.” He stated. “Codenames.”

She turned back to the stars, silent for a few minutes. Technoblade patiently sat in the quiet, letting the girl mull over her thoughts. It had been about five minutes when he spoke up. “So? What’ll it be?”

Y/n pursed her lips, before parting them with a soft exhale. “Andromeda… call me Andromeda.”

Technoblade smiled at his old comrade in battle, now considered an ally and friend.

“Welcome to the Syndicate, Andromeda.”

—

The Secret…

Y/n wasn’t sure how long she had sat in the makeshift cell. Had it been days? Weeks? She didn’t know. All she knew was locked away to stand trial for “aiding fugitives in escaping”.

Her thoughts drifted to Wilbur, as they usually did in moments like these, where she fought desperately to remember the sound of his laughter or his loving assurances. Y/n hoped he and Tommy were safe, and she knew they were smart so they would be.

But she feared for Fundy as well. They had spoken on the night he announced his campaign for president, their hushed voices behind the podium as the rest of the server were asleep.

Y/n met the boy in the shadows of the podium, Fundy looking at her for some kind of reaction. Would she shout in anger? Cry in sadness? Running against his father was a betrayal, he should be reprimanded by the closest thing to a mother he had.

Instead, she smiled, and hugged him.

Fundy tensed in surprise before wrapping his arms around her, burying his face in her shoulder as his hands clutched the back of her jacket.

“You know I have to support and stand by your father,” she started, softly rubbing small circles into Fundy’s back. “but it will never overshadow how proud I am of you.”

“Thank you, mama.” He sighed out, Y/n smiling kindly.

“You are my pride and you are my joy, Fundy. There’s nothing you could do that could make me love you less. Don’t forget that, okay?” Y/n asked.

Fundy nodded his head against his mother figure’s shoulder, still embracing her.

He missed the tears in her eyes as she bit her lip to keep her walls up. Indulging in this moment wasn’t something she was deserving of, and she knew that.

She had chosen to forego this path, it would be unfair of her to try and act as though she hadn’t changed everything.

The door to empty room creaked open, Y/n looking up to meet the eyes of a man she had once thought of as an old friend, but now some who repulsed her more than anything on this server. The man smirked, shoving his hands in his pockets. “Y/n. Long time, no see.”

“Schlatt.” The name sounded like venom on her tongue, Y/n glaring at the man with dark eyes.

“How are you, hm?” Schlatt pulled a chair over for him to sit on, Y/n scoffing in disbelief.

“I don’t know Schlatt, you tell me. What the fuck is wrong with you, you were our friend!” She shouted.

Schlatt sat back in his hair. “I’m no one’s friend here. I’m a president here to run this country.”

Y/n rolled her eyes and leaned back against the wall, the man smirking.

“I want you to join me.”

That made the girl start to laugh, shaking her head. “You are something else, Schlatt.”

“I’m serious, I want you to join me and Manberg.” Schlatt deadpanned.

“Fuck off.” was Y/n’s reply.

Schlatt sighed, standing from where he sat, and paced to another side of the room. “Tell me, does your little lover boy have an infatuation with TNT?”

Y/n furrowed her eyebrows. “Not that I’m aware, and if I was I wouldn’t tell you.”

“Fair enough.” Schlatt said, his footsteps clacking against stone as he further paced. “Well, he recently made some deals with the devil and came into possession of a lot of fucking TNT. You wanna know what he traded for that much power? Secrets.”

She stiffened, eyeing Schlatt warily, her voice barely above a whisper. “Secrets?”

Schlatt hummed, grinning. “Oh yeah. Loads of ‘em. I’m a chronic eavesdropper, so I had to get the scoop. And you’ll never guess what I heard.”

Y/n stood slowly, like an animal bracing for a fight, her fists shaking. She uttered the man’s name in warning, Schlatt stopping and turning to her with a wicked grin.

“You have a child.”

It felt as though all the oxygen had been sucked out of the room, Y/n momentarily forgetting how to breathe. Her mouth felt dry, her body numb. Schlatt laughed, knowing he had her right where he wanted her.

“Fundy’s actually your son! Biologically and everything! And you never told him, you just left!” Schlatt exclaimed.

Y/n burst forwards, slamming Schlatt against the wall and lodging her forearm across his throat. She spoke with a low, dangerous voice. “I was young. I was stupid. And I wasn’t ready to be a mother. I couldn’t be the mother he needed.”

“So you left. And then you come back and you play the part of his mother, while the poor boy thinks your lover fucked a fish? That’s fucked up, Y/n.” He chuckled lowly.

Y/n pursed her lips, glaring into Schlatt’s eyes. “What do you want?”

Schlatt slowly removed Y/n’s forearm from his throat. “I want you to join me as one of my officials. I want you to betray Wilbur and Tommy. And if you don’t…”

“… I tell Fundy your big secret… and then I personally kill him until he’s dead.”

Y/n felt completely and absolutely defeated. She had never let someone have the upper hand on her. Not like this. She remained distraughtly silent, Schlatt nodding Ashe received his answer.

He reached into his pocket, throwing her comm device onto the floor. “Lover boy’s been trying to call you for weeks. You should call him back one last time and tell him to never call again. You know what’s at stake.” Schlatt then turned and walked towards the door. “I’ll have a fine pressed suit for you tomorrow morning and a more comfortable room, then the real work begins. Goodnight, Y/n.”

And he was gone.

Y/n fell to her knees, her body shaking with fear and guilt. Why did she have to be so stupid why did she have to create such deep-sewn weaknesses, why did she leave her son?

She reached for the comms device, her trembling fingers clicking a button as she spoke out in a terrified whisper. “Wilbur?”

—

The meeting…

Y/n hated parties with a passion she could not fathom. The celebration of another war won, a country saved. She was just a wandering soldier, moving from one battle to the next, finding celebration a little tone-deaf.

But nonetheless she stood in the banquet hall, her sash of medals and patches detailing her great accomplishments hung on her frame, with the world’s most uncomfortable dress covering her. Technoblade had told Y/n to liven up, drink and dance a little, though what a fucking hypocrite because he didn’t show up.

Y/n sipped her champagne, leaning against the bar top, a bored expression laid across her face as she traced circles into the wood with her finger. She didn’t register the boy standing next to her, eying her with curiosity before he spoke up. “One vodka neat, please.”

She finally indulged to meet his gaze, the tall brunette smiling and offering his hand. “Wilbur Soot.”

Y/n knocked back the rest of her champagne, before shaking his hand. “Y/n L/n.”

“You seem bored, Y/n L/n.” Wilbur observed.

She scoffed. “Parties aren’t really my thing.”

“So I can tell.” He quipped, Y/n beginning to question the audacity of this kid. But he just smiled widely, pulling a stool and sitting next to her.

“Look, I don’t know what you want, but if it’s getting in my pants tonight it’s definitely not happening.” Y/n bluntly responded.

“Woah there! Take me out to dinner before we discuss that.” Wilbur defended, retrieving his drink from the bartender.

Y/n couldn’t even tell if the man was joking, but she rolled her eyes anyways. He was silent, she could tell he was trying to size her up. Figure out what made her brain tick, how to read her.

Must be frustrating for him to know he can’t.

She sighed, pulling away from the bar top, smoothing out her despised dress. “Well, thanks for the chat Wilbur, but I’d best be going.”

“Of course. Have a good night, Y/n.” Wilbur raised his drink and tipped it towards her in a kind of toasting or saluting gesture. She was a high ranked militia official anyways.

Y/n nodded and walked away, Wilbur watching her as she left. What she didn’t know, was he could read her like an open book. He saw her pain, her guilt, her stone disposition. But he saw her kindness, her generosity, her beauty. Wilbur was intoxicated by the mere presence of her, and her mystery.

Wilbur just had a gut feeling they’d cross paths again. And when they did, maybe in a space she was more comfortable than the loud and cheering party, maybe he’d offer her a drink, or even a dance. The boy slammed his drink on the table before standing, and rushing across the room.

Why wait when you know?

Y/n felt a gentle hand on her wrist, the girl turning to see Wilbur. She raised an eyebrow in question as he released his soft grip, and held his palm flat out in front of her. “May I have this dance.”

She had seen years of pretty boys offering her drinks and dances and the world. Each disappointed, each never following through. But Y/n looked up at Wilbur, and she could see the world in his brown eyes, she could see hope and chivalry and mirth. She pursed her lips, the boy seeming to deflate at her monotone and silent response.

Y/n took his hand, to the boy’s surprise. “One dance. That’s all.”

They danced all night. And laughed all night, more than Y/n had in years.

Y/n had never felt more alive than the night she met Wilbur Soot.

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i’m gay i’m mentally i’ll i’m hungover and i’m new in town this is gonna be such a chaotic ask

i’m on floss’s intro episode but really i’m more invested in the fact that faith and elektra really should’ve been a couple. dammit cbbc

i swear literally half these kids have queer energy?? i mean. liam and frank?? elektra and faith??? tyler? lily? and we’ve talked about johnny. they’re all just so wonderfully varying degrees of queer-coded and we just get more of them in later seasons too-

hey why do both tyler and ryan have episodes where one of the other boys gets a job at a cafe, so they go to the cafe, cause chaos and end up banned. that is an oddly specific similarity

once again thinking about how similar rick and ryan are, and specifically about how it makes so much sense that tyler and ryan were close, since tyler and rick knew each other since burnywood

‘a day in the past’ time!!! the best of the group trip episodes, except maybe that one beach one from like s4

oh my god floss is so tiny in her cute lil green dress???? also i get the feeling the events of this episode had,, an impact on her worldview

we stan feminist rachel in this household, she is an absolute icon??? she deserved better than being stuck working at that house

ahhh another episode of johnny being a dick and also wildly repressed- this kid needs therapy and it honestly kinda pisses me off that they took this gay-coded character with a ton of self-loathing and issues with anger and authority…. and had him join the army.

harry is just vibing wearing a straw hat and honestly? valid

i love how george is trying to correct mike on how to manage children,, he really should’ve seen the problems coming

you know… ryan and johnny really did have a lot in common huh. queer-coded boys who are regularly the villain of the episode, are manipulative and have anger issues, have younger sisters who they’re protective of but also controlling of, and ended up leaving by joining a government service, just after their shitty parent came back into their life-

mo! he was such a wasted character huh. he only got like. 3 episodes that actually explored his past at all, and he was around for like 4 seasons?

johnny calling tee “patron saint of lost causes” as if he isn’t the most annoying bitch at the dg at that point. like i love johnny but. come on

i feel like you could make a really difficult “who said this” quiz with just quotes from johnny and ryan

i’m gonna end this ask but uh. yeah no not gonna be the last ask of the day i’m so sorry

oh god, what a combination. let's go!

Floss' intro episode is a really good one for Faith and Elektra. if cbbc weren't capital 'c' cowards, they would have given them to us.

you're not even wrong, practically all of the kids have queer energy. there's so much potential in all of them!!

that... that IS a specific parallel. huh. very interesting. not that it really has anything to do with it, but it's fun that the parallel is between Tyler and Ryan, two characters who end up with a pretty close dynamic.

oh okay, you led on into that yourself! (you can tell I don't read ahead, I just reply paragraph by paragraph) it does make a lot of sense that Tyler and Ryan were so close when thinking about how similar Ryan and Rick can be at times. I really like the idea of Tyler just being drawn to Ryan initally because of that without really knowing why.

'a day in the past' is truly an iconic episode!

tiny Floss!! honestly, you're probably right.

I will forever adore Rachel, I imagine she probably quit after that day and moved on to a similar job but with a boss who was all for educating about feminism and women's rights and how the treatment that women (and servants in general) was unfair, and made sure that while the kids were playing the parts with some accuracy, that they were learning what was right and wrong at the same time.

whenever I think about Johnny joining the army, I just want to scream. he needed help, not a gun and a ton of more trauma. the kid lashed out at the smallest loss of control due to childhood abuse and they thought the best way to help him through that was... war? it doesn't make any sense. I like to live in an au where Johnny is talked out of joining by everyone. they get him a therapist to talk to instead, telling him that if, after a few sessions, he still thinks the army is what he wants, then they won't stop him. but as the therapist gets him to open up, he begins to see that the army isn't for him; he just wanted to feel in control of something, like he was actively fighting against something, stepping back into the role of protector because he wasn't sure he was good for anything if he wasn't doing that. he's just finished school so he enrolls at college instead, gets in and moves on-campus, where he takes an interest in business and social work for children. maybe he even meets a guy in his classes and they hit it off and he finally understands a part of himself that has been weighing on him for years. give me queer, happy Johnny who does not join the army but has a nice, peaceful life! he realizes he can protect kids like him and Tee, giving him that feeling he so craved, and making a difference to other care kids.

harry was precious with that straw hat. (I loved my one trip to a victorian school, dressing up in the outfits. I only despised the cane.)

yeah, that was a pretty telling sign. just because the guy has seen a few groups of school days for a couple hours a day, does not mean he actually knows the first thing about them. and he simply refused to listen to mike trying to explain that they all live together so they had to be more sensitive and make sure there was no upset, because they wouldn't be able to just go home and forget about it by the next day.

yes!! the Ryan and Johnny parallels are just wonderful. hmm. a gifset may be required for visual proof of this. I will work on this.

Mo was SUCH a wasted character, you're right. just as we're talking about queer-coded characters as well. Mo had some of the biggest queer energy around, specifically around Bailey. but yeah, it bothers me how little they did with him considering everything they had to work with? when he's up in the attic with Tee in his first episode, he says that he and his 'parents' lived in a shed. not only that, but he also said that his 'mum' didn't like him very much, and we saw he reacted with fear to the idea of Mike 'hosing him down' AND he put himself in the corner when he thought he had done something wrong. a lot of this feels implies at least some form of neglect at worse and active abuse at worst. but this was of course never mentioned again. all we got after was the revelation that his 'parents' were actually his grandparents who STOLE HIM from his parents because his grandad thought they were unable to look after him due to their cerebral palsy and from them leaving him alone in the house with the door open at the age of 18 months. there's just a lot to work with and yet? we get like three episodes focused on him then he's gone.

it's funny, Johnny calling Tee 'patron saint of lost causes' like he isn't the exact reason that she is that way. she's always protected him and stuck up for him when everyone else has deemed him unredeemable for the things he's done or said. he is the biggest 'lost cause' in her life and while she's gotten mad at him and tried to 'disown' him a couple of times, she's still been there for him in the end.

don't tempt me, I will absolutely make that quiz.

skdfhsk it's okay!! sorry I couldn't get to this ask (or the rest) sooner, but I'm happy to have so much to reply to now!

#ds-umbrella-manufacturing-co #ask away earthlings!#tdg #the dumping ground #floss guppy #elektra x faith #johnny taylor #ryan reeves #tyler lewis #rick barber #tyler x ryan #mo michaels

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