#┊ ˚➶ ｡˚ allyse talks ┊ ˚➶ ｡˚

[alespov]

-✰ dating Leon hc’s -✰ .-L. Kennedy

-✰ Tw : nsfw. Pet names. Praise kink. 18++

-✰Paring : Leon Kennedy x fem muse

-✰ a/n : my loves, I’m terribly sorry that I haven’t been active, life happens. Hopefully I can mange a writing schedule again <\3 anyway hope you enjoys loves and feedback is appreciated! (Not proofread)

-✰ Leon loves to cuddle, after a long all he needs is to be in your embrace. Loves when you hum him to sleep, or run your fingers through his hair.

-✰ needs to have a fan on when he sleeps, so he can sleep peacefully and not disturb his beloved.

-✰ pet names. Never uses your legal first name. ( ex: babe, bunny, my sweet girl.)

-✰ loves to take his time and fuck you throughly, loves to feel you squirm beneath him or claw his back.

-✰ in the mindset, (“ why do you need toys when you have me.” Or the cheesy pick up line “ oh my love that dress would look so much better on my floor.”)

-✰ lowkey has a daddy kink, or an authority kink. Definitely has a breeding kink. Definitely a praise kink as well.

-✰ loves to go to the pool with you, he loves the water. The beach, sign him up. Hates winter. Likes fall, but loves pumpkin ice coffee, it’s his guilty pleasure.

-✰ covers you in lovebites, busy at the office? (“It will just take a sec.”)

-✰ loves to use your expensive skin care products.

-✰ will learn any hobby that you are interested in.

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[fat-oc-battle]

naomi (she) character & art by @ackee

naomi chung, one of the main characters of my future webcomic, traversion. she's a chinese-jamaican immigrant who moved to miami in her mid 20s to pursue her dream of becoming a tattoo artist. outside of work, she spends her time hitting up alternative and caribbean clubs around town with her best friend and roomate, xia. loves to use men for free drinks. a huge bitch with even bigger boobs.

neocities page

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allysion (she) character & art by @identityquest

Allysion is a clever and easy-going woman in her early 30s. She comes from rich family history of earth scientists. Her own interests are in speleology and mining technology; she'll often disappear into the depths of the earth for days at a time. She'll gladly talk the ear off anyone willing to listen to her extended lectures on cave formation.

#oc bracket #oc tournament

[giyuwu-san]

I just recommended Given to my clueless friend,,, he thinks it’s gonna be a wholesome band anime.

Life is good.

-allyse

#allyse talks #allyse’s friend loves music 🤡

[allyseee]

ok so I finally decided to downlod spotify and make a bunch of playlists so uh this is what happened

spotify wasn’t ready for me y’all.

so anyways if any of you want me to link you up to some of the playlists hmu 😙✌️ (some if the playlists are list pretty bare though so keep that in mind)

-allyse

#allyse talks #who knew making random playlists were so fun LMAO

[myocsfanfictions]

The Wolf, The Stag and The Snake (Book 1)

A Song of Ice and Fire Fanfiction

MASTERLIST

This fanfiction is about three girls who lives in Westeros and how their lives changed when the War began. Follow Antea Stark, Cassandra Baratheon and Cyel Sand in their adventures. There is more you have just to wait and see. This fanfiction follows only the books.

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Chapter 13

CASSANDRA

Snow, only snow before her eyes.

Cassandra Baratheon had spent the last four nights on shift observing the North from the top of the Wall. The quiet, dark and mysterious North. She had been on the other side of the Wall countless of times. Cassie had grown up walking on that snow, that sometimes would have been so high to not make the passage easy. She knew what it meant, trying to find some rest on the ground as the cold would reached deep inside the flash until it touched the bones. And she knew how it felt to fight on that land, where the night was so dark it was difficult to see and the snow would keep falling and falling over them and the blood almost seemed to steam when it touched the ground. She knew, but she never got used to it. The North and its people. And its legends.

Cassie had asked to have the schedule of the shifts changed, and Wylly had been deeply grateful for that, she was always in need of sleep. Cassandra wasn’t. Sleep had not been a good companion to Cassie for many years, now.

“Cassie.”

One night the voice of Jon Snow made her turn in the night. The faint light of the fire was the only thing that made it possible for her to see. Next to him she saw the white fur of Ghost as the pup looked up at her with his deep red eyes. She observed the direwolf before smiling at Jon, but then she noticed a shadow moving behind him, and she took a deep breath when she saw her uncle, Tyrion Lannister. He was covered in fur like always, trying to not slip on the snow with his short legs.

“You could have told me you’d been here” Jon said as he made a step towards her. When they had the same shift Jon and Cassie would take the watch together and they talked and laughed. As if they were still inside the warm walls of Winterfell, that had always seemed to shelter all of them from any harm.

That was no Winterfell though, and Cassie would always remember it as she got down from the top of the Wall alone.

“I asked for a shift” she said turning to Jon “It was a sudden decision.”

“I’ve heard you’ve been up here a lot lately, niece.” her uncle said making her blue eyes move down. Why was he even there she would never stop wander. And she could notice he had grew fond of Jon. Or curious. She could not tell the difference.

Cassie shrugged “It’s what it has to be done.”

“You need rest, Cassie” Jon said again “It’s been the third night.”

She couldn’t stop herself from smiling at the boy. The gentle Jon Snow.

“I’m not the one training recruits.” She said making him chuckle.

“You’ve noticed?”

“I’ve noticed Pyp not holding the sword as if it was a dagger anymore” she answered with crossed arms “I though you were helping Grenn.”

She had been training with the boys the days before and she had noticed them getting better at fighting. They observed more and yelled less. Their movements were still rough, but cleaner. Jon was getting more results than Ser Allyser. She could just wonder what the man was thinking about that. Not that she could expect any less from a man who had fought for the Targaryens.

“Pyp asked me” he said shrugging his shoulders and Cassie nodded. He was making friends, now.

“Wylliana said he is getting good” Cassie said “She thinks he can make a fine ranger in some time.”

And they were in need of rangers. The Keepers were less and less; some had disappeared, other had died and with the Winter getting closer their generation was the last until next Spring.

The longer was the Summer, the longer the Winter would have been. Cassie wondered if they would have survived it.

“Wise boys” Tyrion said before changing the subject “Are you worried about Benjen Stark as well? As our Jon Snow here.”

Cassandra turned to observe the North beneath her again. It was quiet and dark. No light could have be seen, no sound of horses, nothing at all.

Too many of us has disappeared lately, we cannot afford for you to be the next. Benjen’s words echoed in her mind and she had to ignore the shiver that ran up her spine.

They had to be out there. They had to be. Why was it taking them so long though?

“Cassie” Jon called, and her uncle chuckled.

“Do not worry, boy” he dismissed “It is common for my niece to ignore my questions. As for you though?” he must have looked up towards Jon, but Cassie didn’t turn as she kept looking down.

“My uncle is out there” Jon said as he too stared in the night “The first night they sent me up here, I thought, Uncle Benjen will ride back tonight, and I’ll see him first and blow the horn” Cassie moved her eyes towards Jon “He never came, though. Not that night and not any night.”

Cassie’s fingers clenched on the fabric of her black dress. She knew and she shared Jon’s thoughts. It was too long.

“Give him time” her Uncle said just before a Wolf began to howl in the night. And soon others joined. Cassie noticed Ghost cocking his head as he listened and she felt another shiver up her spine.

“If he does’t come back” Jon said as a vow “Ghost and I will go find him.”

Cassie’s eyes moved to Jon. A new shiver made its way along the Keeper’s back, as fingers that were moving under her skin as if they were fingers.

She could not stop thinking about what Jon said that night. She didn’t managed to shake those words off even after two days. Her uncle was long gone now, making his way back South. But Cassie hadn’t felt better as she though she would have feel.

Too long. That party have been away for too long. Many had disappeared in a short time, four men had deserted and been beheaded. Men like Gared, who had been a brother of the Watch for forty years. And the seven direwolves pups had crossed the Wall.

These are just stupid thoughts, Cassandra thought angry with herself. Her mother would have mocked her until the day of her death if she knew what Cassie was saying.

Yet they weren’t back.

Come on Ben, Cassie thought wondering where the man have gone. Ben had been her teacher, her companion on missions. He had been the only one who had ever trained with a gentle smile. Benjen Stark had been more of a father to Cassie than Robert Baratheon ever was. And now she was there standing on a wall of ice, unable to do anything but watch.

She hated that.

He said he saw… the Others. Cassie shook her head when Hydi’s words echoed again in her head. Those were just stories. Only stories.

It wasn’t possible. It couldn’t be.

“Worried about something, Cassandra?” the girl turned to see Vyva behind her.

Vyva was a tall woman of thirty. She had no noble family, even though she moved as gracefully as a princess of the stories. Her long blond hair always tied in a braid that fell over her shoulder and her grey eyes always wandering on the girls.

Vyva the Keeper in charge of the girls behavior and power’s control. That position was gained by the most controlled of the Keepers of Light, a great honor. Stories said that Vyva’s role had been created to keep the girls to be taken by the Fury.

The Fury was what the Keepers grew up to fear, while children were told about the Others of Dragons. And that was what it was. A story.

A force so great the would make the Keeper forget who they were, making them act as a feral animal and able to subjugate with just one look of their black eyes.

No one had ever took over the Fury though. But the position existed and when the girls had troubles keeping their emotions under control, Vyva was the one who taught them how to do it. Many said that Cassie would have been the next for that role.

“No at all, my lady” Cassie answered shortly looking back at the snowy world before her, where the first sun rays were making their appearance on the dark sky, painting with a faint shade of pink.

“You are a mystery, Cassandra Baratheon.”

The girl frowned at those words “I fail to see why.”

She wasn’t that complicated.

"You like to keep everything and everyone from yourself” Vyva said walking closer to her with light steps “And your power never slip from your control. Your hands had never even shaken, not even as a little girl. Even for me it had been different.”

That was true, Cassie had never had problems in controlling her powers, that’s why she could take off her gloves at seven. She hadn’t heard of problem of that sort when she was a babe not even in King’s Landing. And at the Wall she had never subjugated someone by mistake, not once.

"For some girls you just don’t feel anything” Vyva added and Cassie looked the woman from the corner of her eyes. Those girls were stupid. Everyone had feelings, she just didn’t find the need to share them. Or the reason too. She had learnt how to master them, like they all should do.

“And yet” Vyva talked again “Since Jon Snow has arrived, I see something in you, something I thought was lost.”

Then she was a fool too to think that. Nothing had changed in her. Jon Snow was a pleasant presence, she had to admit that. But she had shared her deepest thoughts with no one. And she never would. Her life had taught her that.

“I wonder if the reason for you to not shake it is because you are not afraid of anything. Is it even possible?” Cassie turned fully to her.

What kind of question was that? Was she mocking her?

She should know.

“Fear is part of what we are. Of what we do” Cassie answered “It does not justify us being weak.”

Vyva observed her with inquisitive eyes, but Cassie did not look away.

“Strong is what you are” Vyva said showing a gentle smile “But even the strongest can be weak. And you’d do best to remember that. Everyone has a breaking point.”

"Is my shift ended?” Cassie said crossing her arms over her chest.  

The woman nodded taking a breath in surrender “It is.”

"Good day, my lady” Cassie said walking away. She had worked all her life to not break, to not be weak. The whole duty of the Keepers of Light was to not be ruled by emotions. They could not afford something such a breaking point. They were not allowed to do so.

It was time to break their fast and Cassie yawned while the wooden lift was bringing her down, making those cracking noises that she well knew. She thought about what the day ahead of her; she had to train with the new recruits of the Watch. They had to learn how to fight with a Keeper by their side. It was time for them to understand.

The loud noise of the lift made her head hurt though. She really needed something to eat to gain some energy back.

When she opened the wooden door of the main hall, all men and women were there sitting and chatting loudly. She spotted Jon sitting with his friends. After he started to act more like Jon Snow than his childish self, people had started to like him. Pyp was always by him and agreeing at everything Jon said and Grenn seemed to act calmly since they had become friends. But they weren’t the only ones, more or less all the recruits loved Jon Snow now. And of that she was impressed.

At the table with them, laughing at a Pyp’s joke there were even Rose and Wylly. Cassie looked at them before walking to the cook table.

“Cassandra” Donar, the cook, greeted her.  

“Good day” she said rubbing her blue eyes with a hand.

“Tired, are we?” He joked. Cassie took her ration from his hands.

“Tired, me?” She said with a half-smile “You insult me” the man laughed.

“You are in a better mood lately” Cassie shrugged her shoulder and then turn back to walk to the table where Jon and her friends were sitting. They were all laughing and as she approached them, the laughters got more quiet until they stopped. The eyes were all on her and for a moment she felt like she didn’t know what to say. Jon turned his head lastly and when he saw her a smile appeared on his face.

“Cassie, hi” he said “Have you been on shift again?”

Cassie nodded her head, still eyeing the boys who were looking at her.

“Is it alright with your friend if I sit?” she gestured to them with her head. Jon frowned as Rose and Wylly smiled at her sweetly.

“Are you kidding, princess?” Pyp said standing up with a smile “We didn’t think that you’ve appreciated our company last time” the boys nodded at Pyp’s words “But we are more than happy to have you here among us.

“Many big words” Cassie said “I’m not sure I’ve understood them all” the boys let out a laugh as Pyp’s smile widened.

“If big words it’s what you need, my princess, I’ll be glad to teach them to you.” He said with a bow, but she shook her head.

“I’m afraid I do not need them, my brother Joffrey however could use a good teacher.” She said with half a smile. The boys laughed again as Jon slide making room for Cassie to sit on the wooden bench.

"Come on, Cassie, sit” Cassie looked at Jon before sitting next to him.

“Having Ghost gave you confidence of how to speak to a girl, Jon Snow” her hand reached out to ruffle his dark hair, like she always did and everyone observed them in surprise. Jon looked at their expressions and frowned, while Cassie just ignored them focusing her attention on the bread in front of her.

“You call her Cassie too” Rose said with a smile and Jon nodded without hesitation.

“No one call her like that here but us” Wylly said taking a bait of her meal.

“I’ve always called her Cassie” Jon answered simply, the frown never leaving his face.

Jon Snow hadn’t just always called her ‘Cassie’, he had been the first one. Him and Robb. On her first visit to Winterfell, Robb said that Cassandra was too formal a name for her and Jon came up the name. No one called her Cassie but the Starks and her two friends at the Wall.

They ate laughing and Cassie found more and more the guys’ presence very pleasant, now she understood why her friends spent time with them. They were funny and easy to talk to.

“You are not taking another shift tonight, are you?” Asked Rose gently as they are. Cassie shook her head.

“Lady Eloise said that for at least a week I cannot go on the Wall at night.” Cassie explained; too many of night shifts. To the Matriarch she was tiring herself too much.

Jon pushed in front of her his cup of warm milk and she turned to him surprised.

“You are tired" he said with a sweet smile “You always need some milk when you are sleepy.”  

Cassie looked at him and for a moment she saw the little six-year Jon Snow smiling shyly to her. She remembered how curious she was about this quiet kid, he seemed a mystery to her, so she started to ask him unnumerable question, even stupid ones like his favorite color and food. He didn’t answer right away and she left him even a bit annoyed, but the next morning he approached her and said “Grey, my favorite color is grey” since that day there wasn’t a moment, they spent a part.

“I’m a big girl Jon Snow, I can take care of myself” she said standing up when she heard the bell “But I’ll take the milk anyway” Cassie heard him laughing when she walked away with Wylliana and Rose.

They went outside, Wylly had to train with different weapons, so she wouldn’t have been with them at the Watch’s field, but Rose was with her and Cassie was glad, Thorne would have been there too she couldn’t resist alone.

“It’s good to see you so happy” Rose said “You hadn’t smiled this much in years” Cassie shrugged her shoulders taking the daggers from the armory.

“I’m always happy” the girl replied “When my mother is not around.

Rose shook her head at her words with and Cassie could feel her gaze on herself. She didn’t want to turn, she hated it when Rose looked at her like that. It hadn’t been the first time, but every time Cassie hoped it would be the last.

"Don’t” Cassie said before making her way out of the armory.

“I’ve done nothing” Rose said laughing “You are doing all by yourself.”  

Cassie was doing nothing. Nothing was different to her. And Rose should have known.

“I may get used to him being here, but I’m not happy about it.” Then Cassie took a breath as her eyes moved to observe the Wall “Jon wants to go find Ben.”

The cold wind hit them, probably being the reason why a new shiver made its way on Cassie’s back.

“Oh…” Rose said in a whisper “I see.”

“Him and Ghost, he said” Cassie snapped “He foolishly thinks he can be a hero.”

Rose chuckled melancholic “He is young and just arrived” se said before putting a hand on Cassie’s shoulder “Though you know that he’ll surely become a ranger. You cannot keep him from going beyond the Wall.”

Cassie turned to Rose as she stopped walking. Looking at her with wide eyes. That was not her intent; he made that foolish decision for his life, he had to face the damn consequences. She knew, from the moment Jon told her that he wanted to take the Black, she knew that he would have become a Ranger. She had watched him train with Ser. Rodrick; a child with a wooden sword, yet a promising one. She knew he would have gone beyond the Wall, one day. Another shiver ran up her spine. The North had never been that dark to her.

“Are you thinking of Aesteria?” the mention of that name made Cassie’s heart ache.

“I’m not thinking about anything, Rose!” Cassandra snapped at her friend who was looking at her with a worried and longing expression. Cassie knew what she was implying, but that was not it. She was not thinking about her. That had nothing to do with Aesteria.

“Forgive me” Cassie said looking down “I’ve overreacted.”

Rose took her hand “There is nothing to forgive.”

The girls arrived at the field. The men were already outside with their black armors and edgeless swords. That day it wasn’t snowing but the cold wind blew against them. Cassie hair moved in the wind. She never tight them, she liked it free better, to feel it on her shoulders. Rose had a side loose ponytail, to keep her lightly curly hair in order. Looking around Cassie noticed Derya Rowen not far from there. Her hair in a messy bun and in her hand the spear. The girl walked towards Cassie bumping her shoulder when she passed by. Cassie stopped taking a breath.  

“Behave” Rose laughed quietly “Lady Eloise wouldn’t want another fight between you two.” Cassie took another heavy breath before forcing a smile at her friend and then getting in line with the other Keepers.

Thorne walked towards them, his watering eyes looking all of them, studying the better way to make their lives miserable.

"I didn’t decide who to make you watch, it was your Matriarch” he said bitterly, but Cassie was relieved about it, less problems that day.

“Softy” he called out at Rose “With that group” Rose walked away without even looking at the man and Cassie saw her talk with the group of recruits she had been assigned to. She had never had problems on being friendly. Everyone loved Rose.

Thorne call out other three girls before calling for Cassie.

“Princess” he said “Your Matriarch must love you, she put you with your prince, Lord Snow.” When she heard giggling from next to her. It took Cassie just one sharp glare with her blue eyes to make them stop.

She had never been mocked. She would not have stupid girls begin.

And without a word she walked towards Jon’s group. With him there were Grenn, Pyp, Daeron, Halder and Wanker, whose name Cassie learnt was Rast.

“Princess!” Pyp greeted her with a dramatic bow.

“So you are training with us today” Jon said with a smile.

“It seems so” Cassie said and she heard Grenn groan, making them all turn to him.

"I hoped not” he said before raising his hands “No offence, m’lady. But my ass still hurts from the last time.”

Grenn had arrived before Cassie had left for King’s Landing. Thorne had made her fight with some of them and in that occasion she had disarmed him, making him fall to the ground. He was still very clumsy back there. It hadn’t been difficult for Cassie.

"None taken” she said waving her hand “And don’t worry, I’ll try not to be that harsh this time.”

The guys seemed relieved by her words and Jon frowned.

"Words say that you are unbeatable” Jon said and Cassie shrugged her shoulder at his words.

“Because she is!” Holder said “You hadn’t seen her fight seriously, Jon. I’ve never seen something like it.”

Jon’s frowned deepened “I won it in Winterfell" as soon as those words left his mouth all the guys started to laugh. As Cassie’s eyes were fixed on her daggers. Those were tales and stories.

“No, you didn’t” Pyp said weeping his eyes that was watering because of laughter. Jon glared at him confused.

Men are worse than wet nurses, she thought taking a breat.

“Alright, enough with the chatting” Cassie said putting her hands on her hips “Let me see what you can do.”

She had to admit that that group wasn’t bad. Some of them acted already as a team. Jon had skills, more than the others, he was capable to understand with a glance who he had before him and how to beat him. Ser Rodick did a good job on him even with just wooden swords, she had to admit. Grenn and Daeron were similar, tall and strong. It was easy to see that those two wouldn’t have problems with the cold weather, but Grenn got angry too easily and Daeron was slow, too slow for a wildling. But some more training and a good and patient Keeper with them would have do good. Pyp was slim and short, she wouldn’t have bet nothing on him before seen him training. He was fast and careful to all his companions; he would have been a good catch beyond the Wall. Cassie almost stabbed herself when she saw that even Wanker was good at fighting, but still a fool. He may go beyond the Wall, but if he was paired with her probably, they would try to left each other behind.

They trained for a couple of hours and Cassie even started to give them tips on movements and weapons. And she even started to have fun.

"When you are out there” Cassie explained to the young men before her “It is important to cover each other’s back” she was next to Daeron “Try to fight the battle as you want, where you want. And out there you’ll want to be with your group, especially with the Keeper paired with you” Cassie was looking each of their faces.

“Why do they pair us?” Halder asked.

Cassie turned to him “There are women with our powers among the Wildlings. Some were born like this, others were Keepers here at the Wall once. No one knows how a Keeper fights better than a Keeper.”

“And how do you fight?” Wanker asked, he still hadn’t seen them, he had come at the Wall with Jon. Too soon for them to see.

“You’ll see” she promised before turning again to the others “We’ll cover your back with them. And if one of you get subjugated, run. But if it happens to one of us, run faster. Believe me on that” her eyes fell on Jon, wondering if he would ever lose his conscience because of someone like her. It was something that had never crossed her mind, thinking about him and his brothers safe behind the walls of Winterfell.

He wasn’t supposed to be there…

“Alright” she said focusing on the topic again “Now… Grenn with me, the others will attack us. Remember Grenn, we have to work in pair to…”

“Seven gods!” Daeron exclaimed looking behind Cassie’s shoulders “Look at this” when she turned, she saw a very fat young man approaching them alongside with Thorne. He was surely older than Cassie by two years maybe, he had pale scared eyes and his plump fingers were holding uncertainly a sword.  

Cassie’s eyes fell on his other arm as Pyp whispered to Jon “A lordling. From around Highgarden, I think” Cassie was impressed, because he was actually right. The plump guy held on his other hand a shield and engraved on it there was a striding huntsman and the same banner was on the scarlet thread assuring his fur coat around his big shoulders.  

A Tarly at the Wall. She frowned, and not just a Tarly, but the eldest son. Something like Simon his name was. She had saw him once, paying a visit to lord Randyll Tarly of Horn Hill. Cassie was eight at the time and she remembered just this plump shy boy, who barely spoke and never train even if he already was of age. Years hadn’t changed him he still was the same, not a warrior. What was he even doing there?

“It seems like they run short of thieves and murderers in the South, now they send us pigs to man the Wall” a new victim for Ser Alliser Thorn “And all dressed up, uh Lord of Ham?” Thorne than send him to Noye to find his new black armor. Cassie followed his steps while he went away, wondering what a future lord could have done to be sent in such a place.

The guy took a couple of hours before coming back, but he did.  

“Let us hope you are not as inept as you look” Thorne said in his vicious amused tone, that all of them knew even too well. Cassie could see Jon glaring at the man every time he spoke.  

Ghost and I will going find him.

What do you want to do Jon Snow? Cassie thought observing her friend not far from her.  He was getting angry and nervous, but what was surely on his mind Cassie didn’t like.

“Halder” Thorne called with loud voice “See what Ser Piggy can do”.”

Cassie shook her head at how predictable Thorne was. Halder was sixteen and he gave very strong blows, he knocked down many men just with his shoves.  

The fight, if it was possible to call it that way, ended very soon. Cassie looked at the new guy at the ground pleading and yelling that he yielded. A lost cause. He should have never even thought about the Wall, if those were his skills. A son of a lord pleading mercy on a farmer. She couldn’t even bare to watch that scene.  

Wanker and other boys from other groups were looking what was happening laughing. Cassie spotted Rose with a hand covering her mouth, while other girls were looking away on purpose, as other were laughing. Cassie even spotted Derya shaking her head at the guy on the ground.

“Hit him” Thorne said to Halder “Hit him with the flat of your blade until he stands up” at that point it was better kill him off, that guy would have never stood up. Halder started to hit him more and more and the guy just yelp and covered his head.

“Cassie” she heard Jon whisper from next to her “We can’t stay here doing nothing” Cassie didn’t even turn to him and stayed quiet “Cassie…?” Then she saw a shadow moved pass her and before she could stop that stupid ass, Jon step forward “Halder, enough” he said with confidence.

Do you want to play the hero, Jon Snow?

Cassie looked at her friend with wide eyes and she was even more shocked that Halder stopped for real.

“The bastard speaks and the peasants tremble” Ser Alliser said coldly “I remind you that I am the master-at-arms, Lord Snow.”

"Look at him, Halder” Jon kept saying. Cassie wanted to smack that stupid head of his, when he ignored Thorne.

“There is no honor in beating a fallen foe. He yielded.”

“He yielded” Halder echoed. Cassie shook her head at the scene in front of her.

Jon Snow, what are you on about?

Thorne smiled “It seems the Bastard is in love. Aren’t you jealous, princess?”

Cassie glared at the man, what he mocking her? Thorne observed her with a malicious chuckle before he turned towards the boys.

“We are going to make an exercise out of it, Rast and Daeron, with Halder. Three of you will suffice to make Lady Piggy squeal. All you need to do is defeat the bastard.”

Typical of Thorne. He had already sent two men against Jon, but three and all so well built, he really wanted to see Jon lose this time.

“Princess” Thorne called out “Why aren’t you helping your Lord Snow?” Jon had his sword in hand and he turned to Cassie too at Thorne’s words, but she shook her head in annoyance.

“Fuck this” she cursed starting to walk towards Thorne “I’m not here to play the hero for recruits” then she shoved her training daggers against the master-at-arms’ chest “Do you want to have fun? Use this idiot” she moved her head towards Jon who was looking at her with wide eyes, but Cassie ignored him. The she moved to walk away from the field without turning “Call me when you want to train for real”.

She spent the last two hours in her sleeping cell, looking outside before she had been able to close her eyes. She hadn’t been able to sleep for long though. The nightmares would never go away.

She was used to them, it had been years. Always the same. She dreamt of running in high and cold snow. Someone would follow her. Closer and closer they get. A burning pain on her side made her slow down, but she had to keep going. She had to arrive where she was meant to. Cassandra would feel her legs hurt and the drops of melted snow, freeze against her cheek. She would always kept running and running. She had to make it. She had to be on time. At least that time.

But she never made it.

She would always find the same figure, laying on the ground. Pale and cold and skin hard. Blood would stain the white snow, making her almost forget what the real color of the ground was supposed to look like. She would scream, yet she could hear no sound. Cassie could just stare at the figure at her feet. Wavy auburn hair and closed eyes, lips sailed in a thin line, nothing like the sweet smile that was there once. And Cassie would scream and she would cry. And that was how she always woke up; cover in sweat and cheeks wet by tears.

She hated to sleep. She truly hated it.

It was dinner time when she walked out of her cell. Both men and women were heading towards the main hall, while others were already there.

Once she opened the wooden door Cassandra spotted Rose, Luna and Derya set at the table with Jon’s friends. They were laughing loudly, like always. Pyp was probably the man that had caused more smiles at the Wall. Cassie had no memory of someone else. Then Cassandra looked around, for any sign of Jon. But he was not there. She had heard that he had won the fight that Thorne had made him do that afternoon. He was probably feeding Ghost.

As she walked towards the cook to take her meal, she noticed Wylliana sitting alone on a side of the hall, so she decided to join her.

“Wylly” Cassie said sitting in front of the girl, who looked up with a tired smile “Alone today?”

“Cassie. Yes” she said eyeing the loud table “Pyp is great, but I needed some time to hear my own thoughts, not just his jokes”

Cassie looked at the table as well; everyone was laughing, with tears in their eyes even Derya.

“How was your day?” Cassie shrugged her shoulder at Wylliana’s question.

“Thorne is a bitch, does it surprise you?” Cassie said and Wylliana chuckled.

“Yes, I’ve heard what he made the boys do this afternoon” Wylly said “Not a nice welcoming he gave to the boy. But I think he has a new friend” Cassie followed Wylly’s gaze on the entrance of the room, where Jon was standing as he made his way to his friends. Cassie should have known that.

The girl nodded “I’ve saw them walk out some time before you came in. No one had talked to the new guy. Your friend is very kind.”

Kind. The kind and gentle, Jon Snow. The kind and gentle young man of the Night’s Watch.

"Tell me about it” Cassie muttered looking at Jon, who was whispering something to his friends.

What did he have in mind?

“Today Avyanna almost lost control” Wylliana said after having taken a sip of her mead and Cassie turned her gaze to watch her friend “I’ve managed to take Mirana off her hands, but for a moment I was sure she had been subjugated.”

It had happened before. Some Keepers would use their powers on men or other women by accident. The force of their power was great and sometimes it was like it had will on its own. It was easy to let it slip. I could not happened though. Being subjugated meant being executed. And they could not afford to lose any Keeper, not now. Not when the Winter was so close. Cassie was about to say something, but suddenly she saw a movement from the corner of her eyes and turning she saw Jon Snow, standing over her with a serious expression. 

“Jon Snow” Cassie said, but his face didn’t soften.

“Can I talk to you?” He asked though “Alone.”

Cassie observed him silently for a moment before nodding her head.

"If it pleases you” she stood up, sharing a look with Wylliana, who had a little frown on her face.

Cassie followed Jon outside. It was a clear night. No snow was falling from the sky and the breeze was not harsh against her skin. She looked at the Wall, always looming over them, as it was the one who was watching.

She leant her back on the wooden railing with crossed arms “Tell me.”

"You left” he said “Today on the field you left me alone against three of them.”

"I’ve heard you won" Cassie said simply. 

His eyes widened "Just because Pyp and Grenn helped me, Cassie” Jon argued. 

"Still, you won” Cassie replied calmly “What do you want from me?" 

Jon felt silent for a moment "Is it honestly all you care about?” he asked. 

“What do you mean?” Cassie replied confused. 

“Why didn't you help him today?”

That was what he was on about? Cassie rolled almost chuckled. The Tarly boy?

“And why did you?”

“You were the one who told me to help my companions” Jon argued raising his voice.

Cassie scoffed.

“Help them, yes” she said “Not fighting their battles for them.”

Ghost and I will go find him.

“It is not on you to save them” Cassie said with a glare “Stop playing the hero, Jon Snow.”

Silence fell between them. Their eyes kept observing each other’s, none of them had any intention of surrender. Cassie and Jon had never fought, not even once during their days at Winterfell. They had always looked at each other’s back; naturally. Like they had always done that. But now they were those kids no more, not at the Wall.

“What happened to you?” He said looking at her like he had saw her for the first time 

Cassie frowned incredulously “How am I different, Jon?” She didn’t planned to, but her tone was almost threatening.

“How are you not!” Jon argued back “You are not friendly, you avoid everyone and you do not help people when they needed to!”

He couldn’t understand. He could not judge.

"It’s not my place to help him, do you understand that?!” She argued angrily. Cassie approached him, but Jon didn't step back standing his ground. His grey eyes observing her with a glare.

“When we first met you told me that you defended the people. That was why you were going to the Wall, to help who needed it.”

He had no idea. He didn’t even know what he was talking about.

"I defend people” she said “I cannot defend who is supposed to stay here and defend!" 

"You do, if they need it!” Jon yelled. 

“You think you’ve got it all sorted, Jon Snow? Let me tell you something” she said with venom in her voice “You don’t know shit. About anything. And when you don’t know shit, you better to keep your damn mouth shut.”

He had the audacity of patronizing her. He was nothing but a child. Only a child that had still the smell of Summer on him, how dared him?

He didn’t know. He could not judge. He could not

“Stop this!” He said angrily, but she didn’t care.

“What? You do not like the truth?” She yelled back “He is going to die, Jon” he shook his head at her words “He is, because he can’t fight and he never will because you won’t let him learn.”  

He knew no shit about life.

“What will happen if he finds himself alone on the other side, without his Lord Snow covering his back?” she said “He won’t stand up, he won’t run and he certainly won’t survive because you helped him now, Jon” silence fell between them, but then Cassie took a step forward “And you want to know something else? You are going to die as well.”

He had always been like that. Jon Snow. Too gentle, too soft.

Silence fell between them, the cold wind blew once again as a new shiver ran up Cassie’s back.

“I can barely recognize you" He muttered without diverting his eyes from her.

Cassie heart skipped a beat at those words and she hoped he hadn’t noticed.

“Is that who you truly are?” he said in a whisper and she let out a breath she didn’t know she was holding.

That was a strange feeling, the one that took over her. Cassie felt like she needed air, but there was not enough. And she was doing all the best she could to keep her face stoic. She would have not let feelings to take the best of her. She never let them, she would have not started now. But Cassie didn’t like how Jon was looking at her. She didn’t like what he was saying. Or imply.

Jon Snow had been the only person with whome she didn’t feel like to have to explain. He had always understood her. Just with a glance. In only few moments. No one else had ever done it. No one else had ever made her forget...

Jon looked at her for a moment before walking away silently, leaving her there, looking in the direction where he had disappeared. Jon Snow didn’t understand her. Even him. 

Cassie felt cold inside her chest, her breath got haevier as she looked up at the Wall. It was so tall, had it always been that tall? And dark?

The wind blew again. Cold. As cold as the shiver that she felt against her back. They looked in each other’s eyes silently. Her eyes looked up at the Wall, so tall and dark and mysterious. Cassie felt small as another shiver ran up her spine. Suddenly, imperceptibly she felt like one of her pinkies twitched. Her eyes widened at the sensation and immediately she looked at her hand; observing it closely, searching for any sort moviment, tremble. But nothing.

Nothing.  

It was nothing.

Like it always has been. 

Like it always would have been.

Jon Snow had walked away from her, he had not been the first and he wouldn’t have ben the last. Jon Snow didn’t understand her, he had not been the first and wouldn’t have been the last. Jon couldn’t understand. He didn’t know and he would have never known.

 Ever.

#a song of ice anf fire #a song of ice and fire fanfiction #asoiaf #asoiaf fanfiction #a song or ice and fire imagine #asoiaf imagine #game of thrones fanfiction #game of thrones #got #got fanfiction #game of thrones imagine #got imagine #bran stark #brandon stark #bran stark fanfiction #bran stark x reader #bran stark x oc #bran stark imagine #jon snow #jon snow imagine #jon snow fanfiction #jon snow x oc #jon snow x reader #theon greyjoy #theon greyjoy imagine #theon greyjoy x reader #theon greyjoy x oc #theon greyjoy fanfiction #house stark #house lannister

[thedivinemissema]

11, 20, 23 for your choice of ships?

These are such fun questions!

I’m going to answer for Allyse Shepard and Kaidan. It’s been a while since I talked about. Allyse is an engineer.

11: If they were about to rob a museum, which one does backflips through lasers and which one is strolling behind with a bag of chips?

Kaidan is doing the backflips and Allyse is probably watching amused while she eats. She’s already disabled everything in the backend, but she likes watching him do fancy backflips with biotics.

20: Which one types with perfect grammar and which one types using numbers as letters?

Ooh, I feel like both of them have pretty good grammar when typing, because inaccuracy isn’t a trait Allyse would like, being an engineer and all that. (Fun side note, my physics prof this semester said once during a lecture, “I’m a physicist not an engineer, I can round every number. LOL) but if she’s sending messages quickly she’s far more likely than Kaidan to use numbers as letters. Kaidan however, misspells whole texts when he’s rushing, so he probably would just do a voice recording instead.

23: Who comes home from work to see that the other one bought a puppy?

Kaidan is definitely adopting a puppy. Allyse comes home to see him playing with a new puppy and he justifies it by saying, “There’s absolutely nothing wrong with having four dogs, Allyse, and this one fits in so well.”

#ema memes #allyse shepard #kaidan alenko #mass effect #shadoedseptmbr

[theveryfirst]

◆ - I’m really shy □ - I don’t have any thread ideas ◇ - also your writing is phenomenal and it’s both amazing and intimidating 🥺💕

Why aren’t we roleplaying? Lemme know! 

 ◆ - I’m really shy □ - I don’t have any thread ideas ◇ - also your writing is phenomenal and it’s both amazing and intimidating 🥺💕

Dude, I know those feels. I see so many awesome blogs and I love their content and I can just feel my guts tense up when I think “I should just go talk to them” and then I imagine all the stupid things that will come out of my mouth and how painfully goblin brain I am in my interactions and I never quite know what to do. 

Also, yeah. The thread idea thing is always a struggle for me, too. :( 

Also also: AW THANK YOU! I am suddenly taken to an Oglaf comic about a similar issue where someone is so gorgeous that nobody ever gets all up in their biz-nazz because OMG too hot. Your Tina delights me on a fundamental level, and I’m always glad to see you come across my dash. I know a lot of people say “Aw, don’t be intimidated” but it always seems very dismissive of the other person’s feelings.<rant> I wish I had some sort of Kamski-esque appeal to my persona; Heather Allyse is both mysterious and brilliant, only for people to look too long and realize that she can’t find her glasses 80% of the time and the robe is just because laundry is annoying and why wear pants if you don’t absolutely have to. </rant>

I’ll hit you up in DMs and hopefully break the mystique. I am, at my core, a gigantic doofus who calls people “Dearest Human” who wants nothing more than to cause chaos. I’m a huge police procedural fan, and I love a good mystery and intrigue and danger plot. Mix it up with some good get-to-know-you goodness and we are solid! 

[dames-de-talon]

Mobile-friendly Rules

Hello, everyone! I'm Heather Allyse, born 07/31/1987. I started role playing online back when I was ten and really started to get into it hardcore when I was twelve, so... uh... I've been doing this awhile. I decided to give my Widowmaker her own blog instead of being a side blog, but unfortunately that means she has to share it with Moira because... uh... Moira. That should be enough reason. Anyway, onto the rules

THERE WILL BE TRIGGERING CONTENT ON THIS BLOG: All triggers will be listed as tw trigger so you can blacklist those tags accordingly. I usually tag the big ones on my own, but if you need me to tag something please let me know and I will caveat: This blog has Widowmaker. There will be allusions to spiders on the regular. While I will try to tag all the spiders, they will be referenced in a poetic sense on the regular. If spiders aren't your thing, please be advised.

ALL INDIVIDUALS INTERACTING, IC OR OOC, MUST BE 18+: Sorry lovelies, not exceptions. Historically, Widow and Moira get pretty dark when you think about them for too long. THIS BLOG CONTAINS NSFW CONTENT.  This doesn't just mean sexual content. There is gore, body horror, war crimes, torture- the kinds of things that get you kicked out of a dinner party if you talk about them for too long. I don't want the FBI on my doorstep. If I find out you're under 18 I'm blocking you until you're 18.

NO GODMODDING, NO EXCEPTIONS: If you need the girls to do something, tell me. Just a quick "Hey, would X" in DMs will suffice before going on. I'm a player, not an NPC repository. If you ned them to do something for narrative flow, I promise you talking to me about it will make things more interesting.

WE PARTAKE IN CONSENSUAL HORRIBLE BEHAVIOR: As I said before, things get dark, but never darker than both players are comfortable with. At any point a player can ask to stop the scene or re-calibrate to meet the level of comfort. I will make a big post about this later, feel free to share it. This also includes me. THIS IS NO HARM/NO FOUL BEHAVIOR. I won't think less of someone for asserting their boundaries, and I ask that you do the same of me.

I RUN ANOTHER BLOG: I run a Chloe over on @theveryfirst . So, if you don't see me for a bit and you're waiting for a reply, you can poke me over there but please do not abuse this. If you poke too much on Chloe, I will block you on Chloe. If you have not heard from me anywhere within a week, please poke me. I might have lost your post.

#RP rules #OOC PSA

[thesheepthewolf]

Talk About Your TBR Tag

I was tagged by @anassarhenisch - thank you!

Rules:

Look at your TBR pile or list.

Get 3 numbers from a random number generator.

Talk about what books correspond to the numbers you were given. (Why are they on there? Were they recommended to you? Etc.)

Tag people to do the same.

For the sake of clarity, I should mention that there are over 300 books currently on my Goodreads TBR list, and they are in no particular order (well, the one they’ve been added in, I suppose). I've also been meaning to go through the list for years to weed out the books I no longer actually want to read, so there’s a lot on there that I’m not all that interested in anymore. This is a good reminder to get a move on with that project! Anyway, here are my three picks.

182 - Fairytales for Wilde Girls - Allyse Near

To be perfectly honest, I have no memory of adding this book to my TBR list. It sounds like the kind of thing (dark, fairytale elements) I was pretty into a few years ago, and I’d say it’s probably something I picked up from Jen or Mercedes on booktube. It still kind of interests me, but the language used in the author’s own description of the book does make me cringe slightly. Not sure if that’s any indication of what the book is going to be like, but I don’t think I can sit through 430 pages of that.

187 - Challenger Deep - Neal Shusterman

I was initially drawn to this book because of its beautiful blue cover. I’m also fascinated by the way this story explores mental illness, but I’ve been putting it off because I’m afraid that it might be quite an intense read and I think I really need to be in the right space of mind for that.

242 - The Happiness Project - Gretchen Rubin

This book used to be one of our ABC Favorites (a curated list of popular books in the bookstore where I work, drawing from sections) and it’s also in a section I used to be the buyer for, which is how it came to my attention. One of my friends read it a few years ago and put it in her top-5 reads of that year, which made me think that maybe I should pick it up as well. I’m not big on non-fiction, though, so it’s never happened and at this point I’m not sure I’m still interested in reading it.

I tag @readakins, @syllablesofvelvet and @allenvooreef.

#tag #booklr #talk about your tbr

[allysekc]

About a month ago, I turned 26 and I wanted to post a single song to celebrate, but then I decided to wait and think on it…something I rarely take time to do for myself. Why just one song and why just for my birthday and why just me? The last time I started a blog, I was beginning a great adventure and I ended up limiting myself to a joyful-journal-type-style and was not honest about the pain and suffering I went through. This blog is not going to be like that one! My goal is to curate this as a space of growth, learning, joy, collaboration, mistakes, weirdness, cheesiness, and curiosity.

This very first post is a collaboration with the talented Jacob Testa.

Testa and I went to college together and I still to this day benefit greatly from his contagious passion for music! I chose the song 26 by Paramore because 1.) I am cheesy and was turning 26, 2.) I am obsessed with it and feel it to my core and 3.) It is from an album that is so important to me.

This is just the beginning, and I am excited. The recording isn’t perfect, and it took me awhile to realize that’s the point and my goal with my creative process to just start it, share it, collaborate with others, and have fun with it! Let’s see where 26 leads. Let me know if you want to join me! 

26 by Paramore

Man, you really know how to get someone down Everything was fine, until you came around And I've been chasing after dreamers in the clouds After all wasn't I the one who said To keep your feet on the ground Man, you really brought me back down

Hold onto hope if you got it Don't let it go for nobody And they say that dreaming is free But I wouldn't care what it cost me

You got me tied up but I stay close to the window And I talk to myself about the places that I used to go And hope that someday maybe I just float away And forget every cynical thing you said When you gonna hear me out Man, you really bring me down

Hold onto hope if you got it Don't let it go for nobody And they say that dreaming is free But I wouldn't care what it cost me

Reality will break your heart Survival will not be the hardest part It's keeping all your hopes alive All the rest of you has died So let it break your heart

Hold onto hope if you got it Don't let it go for nobody Hold onto hope if you got it Don't let it go for nobody And they say that dreaming is free But I wouldn't care what it cost me

Songwriters: Hayley Nichole Williams / Taylor York

#art #sing #collab #joy #curiosity #growth #friends #motivation #movement #letsgo #paramore #cover

[alespov]

Leon loves your thighs.-L.Kennedy 18+

Tw: thigh fucking, nsfw themes, mentions of cum. mdni!!!

Paring: Leon Kennedy x afab! muse

a/n: hope you enjoy <3 feedback is appreciated!  [peep the new theme] not proofread! This was from my old blog, I’m just recycling a few fics! More to come later, only some of them.

Consider supporting me on Kofi!

Leon loves your thighs... his favorite part of your body. He loves to lay his head on your thighs and sleep on hard days. Often time you rake your fingers through his hair and he almost purs.

Takes his time with you, and loves to lotion them for you. Gives you the complete princess treatment.

When you freshly shave them, he's all over you.

Loves the attention you put into your body. The shave oil you use loves the lotion you wear.

When he posed the idea to you, it was something new.The excitement on his face made your heart swell. So you couldn't say no.

"Are you positive, princess?" Leon asked while pumping his cock, you were laying on the bed staring up at the ceiling. Leon had bought you the prettiest lacy knee knocks that made you feel like a goddess.

"Yes, hun." The butterflies were screaming in your stomach but the thought of him fucking your pretty thighs, honestly made you wet.

"Alright princess."

Leon got between your thighs and started moving slowly, his moans and groans filled the room. "Oh god baby, wish we did this sooner." You gazed up at him, the sweat was dripping from his face.

"Oh you take it so well for daddy, you know that princess." He groans out.

Leon also loved to make a mess on your thighs, he loved the way his cum coated your thighs.

his favorite position is missionary, but he is down to try anything. Also really likes cowgirl as well.

If he goes to a new location for work, you better believe he's bringing you home knee socks.

Just loves to dry hump your thighs, it's not a want for him... it's a need.

He just loves when you sit on his lap, sometimes your grind your hips which causes you to get bent over.

#┊ ˚➶ ｡˚ allyse talks ┊ ˚➶ ｡˚ #leon kennedy #resident evil #id!leon kennedy #leon kennedy x y/n #leon kennedy x you #leon kennedy x fem!reader #leon kennedy x reader smut #leon kennedy smut #leon x you #leon smut #leon s kennedy #leon s kennedy x you #leon s kennedy x reader #leon kennedy x reader #re x you #resident evil smut #re smut

[fat-oc-battle]

allysion (she) character & art by @identityquest

Allysion is a clever and easy-going woman in her early 30s. She comes from rich family history of earth scientists. Her own interests are in speleology and mining technology; she'll often disappear into the depths of the earth for days at a time. She'll gladly talk the ear off anyone willing to listen to her extended lectures on cave formation.

VS.

astrophel (he/pryo/fire/it) character & art by @berylliumliumite

Astrophel is one hot son of a gun. As an unlicensed villain in the city of Voit, he likes to truck, fuck, and make money. He's in… situationship… or something… with his villain partner, Ire. He blabbers so much to the media, press, and Ire, it's hard for them to think that he's really hiding anything. But what isn't he saying? Astrophel has fire powers and can light things on fire. He's commonly compared to a dog due to his many situations, and he hates it. Above all, he sticks up for himself and the people around him, even if those same people don't listen to him.

oc tumblr, instagram

#oc bracket #oc tournament

[giyuwu-san]

The drummer is the hottest person in the band change my mind bet you can’t.

-allyse

#allyse talks

[readattheshow]

march

On Saturday, I marched to The White House.

When I think about why.

Safety is the easiest retreat that exists. You can hide fear because it fits perfectly under your income, your possessions, the progress you think you’re making. It’s easier to go along with your husband’s worldview than to challenge it and risk alienating him. My mom actually flinched when she showed my dad the shirt I bought her from the march. My dad laughed at it. It said “Keep it coming. Shatter glass ceilings.” Disrespect normalizes, yelling normalizes and creates fear. Oppression normalizes some bizarre worldviews.

For every protestor from the 1960s and 1970s whose voice became lost or diluted through the years because you stopped wanting to piss people off and you wanted a normal, agreeable life, now is not the time to stay quiet. Maybe a long time ago, when you first met “your person” they were opinionated and smart and inherently good, and through the blunt force of the internet and the news, that person let lies and fear turn them into someone they’re not, with a belief system so far from what you know to be right. You don’t have to agree. Go march, come fight, you’re wanted, and you’re loved.

I know too many smart women who have rationalized a ton of garbage for the sake of safety, security, and a backwards view of what love is. Love doesn’t control, love fights fair. Love doesn’t corrupt or break down, it’s a tool to build. Love doesn’t silence you for a day, a month, a year, ten years, fifty years. Love doesn’t demand of you or talk at you. Love doesn’t mean paying the bills, the mortgage, the cars, and love can not be quantified with an income. Love doesn’t do that, ever.

Men, real men, are not scared of equality. We have never been scared of equality, and we’ll join you and fight with you, for you. Mom, I’m out there fighting for you because you’re equal, you matter. Nothing made me happier than you and Gerry marching in Philly. Don’t be afraid of anything anymore. Fight. Allyse, you weren’t here, but I marched on your behalf. You’ve been through a ton, and you matter. You’re strong and important and I’ll see you at the next one.

And late at night, when you feel that pang, the yearning for something more, something authentic, the way you used to feel, there is a whole community waiting for your voice. We need it.

#womensmarch #womensmarchonwashington #womensmarchonnyc #writer #writing #love #women #support #amwriting #spilled thoughts #spilled ink #writers on tumblr #protest #demonstrate

[gameosity]

Gameosity Interviews with Fertessa Allyse

Book of Villainy is up on Kickstarter right now and it looks like a devilishly good time! I love a quirky theme and this game nails it with its' "Villain who can't quite hack being bad so writes a book about being bad instead" story. I had to learn more so I sat down with Designer Fertessa Allyse to talk about Book of Villainy, gaming, and her design process.

https://is.gd/RM4i10

#Interview

[paulbenedictblog]

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News Dr. Oz, Fox’s all-purpose coronavirus pundit, apologizes for pushing the ‘trade-off’ of reopening schools - The Washington Post

News

When Fox Data host Sean Hannity wondered what would it keep to reopen the nation amid the unconventional coronavirus pandemic, he became to his depended on provide on all issues medicine and science: Mehmet Oz, the surgeon and TV character greater is believed as Dr. Oz.

“First, we would like our mojo motivate,” Ozstated Tuesday evening, in a sound chew that has since long gone viral. He suggested that some issues would be opened “without entering into lots of distress,” similar to schools. “I notify you, colleges are a genuinely fair appropriate-attempting opportunity,” he said, including that resuming classes, in accordance along with his reading of a brand new clinical journal diagnosis, “could solely worth us 2 to a pair of percent in the case of total mortality.”

That death fee, he concluded, “could be a alternate-off some folks would keep into legend.”

His advice sparked a mountainous response on social media — prompting a considerably apologetic commentary wearisome Thursday: “I misspoke,” he said in a video released on Twitter, acknowledging that his words had “perplexed and upset americans.” The aim, he said, used to be to say about “how manufacture we derive our kids safely motivate to college” as he's “being requested repeatedly how we’ll be in a diagram to derive americans motivate to their traditional lives.”

But it with out a doubt used to be solely one of dozens of pronouncements that Ozhas offered as a guest on Fox for the reason that introduction of the coronavirus pandemic, wherein the community has became to him on a unfold of subject matters a ways open air his background as cardiothoracic surgeon.

When should always nonetheless colleges reopen? What medicine are efficient against covid-19, the disease ended in by the coronavirus? When will there be adequate ventilators? Ozisn’t a virologist or a pharmacologist or a logistics knowledgeable, but he doesn’t hesitate in answering with the boldness of an knowledgeable, name-losing firms, elected officers and clinical journals along the kind.

Oz, 59, who additionally hosts his beget syndicated daylight hours indicate, has lengthy been a most popular and controversial decide, going thru criticism for comments he’s made about all the issues from vaccines to the Ebola virus. He even persevered a congressional grilling in 2014 for pushing questionable weight-loss capabilities and calls for his firing from Columbia University’s clinical college in 2015 by physicians who said Ozhas “many cases shown disdain for science and for evidence-essentially based medicine.”

Now, in the course of an unparalleled pandemic, he’s develop into a fixture on Fox Data, where he has offered some guidance right thru the scientific mainstream — similar to advocating for uniform attempting out and warning americans with underlying clinical stipulations to remain careful after social distancing ends — but has additionally hyped the skill of hydroxychloroquine, a drug whose benefits for covid-19 reside unproven and tiny examined.

To boot to being a charismatic speaker and a well-recognized face to TV audiences, Ozs charm to Fox could lie in the reality that many of his positions are inclined to be in sync with these of the networks’ current prime-time hosts — and certainly with President Trump’s.

Oz, shall we converse, has echoed Hannity’s — and Trump’s — promotion of hydroxychloroquine, an anti-malarial drug. He praised South Dakota Gov. Kristi L. Noem (R), whose instruct is doing frequent attempting out of hydroxychloroquine but is additionally residence to a gigantic coronavirus cluster after she held off on issuing a shield-at-residence account for. He’s many cases talked about study on the drug by clinical doctors in China, without lengthen quoting them on air.

“Even supposing there could be some advice [of effectiveness] with the mediate that used to be appropriate talked about by Dr. Oz . . . I earn we’ve got to take a look at out that we don’t develop that majestic leap to resolve that it's a ways a knockout drug,” Fauci said. “We nonetheless have to manufacture the forms of analysis that definitively uncover whether any intervention, no longer appropriate this one . . . is genuinely safe and efficient.”

For weeks, Ozhas been attempting to gain reasons for Fox viewers to be hopeful. In wearisome March, he went on air and listed a litany of doable covid-19 treatments, including several medicine, and argued, “If you occur to’re a affected person and also you derive covid-19, it's a ways worth asking your doctor about any of the merchandise on this listing.” On Thursday, Ozadvised “Fox and Pals” that he used to be “genuinely afflicted” by reports, later denied, that Boston University used to be canceling its plunge semester.

Efforts to reach Ozthrough his TV production firm and thru Columbia University, where he's affiliated, had been unsuccessful on Thursday. A Fox Data spokesperson said Ozwas a guest, no longer a paid contributor to the community, and that Fox had no longer too lengthy previously added several clinical doctors to abet as contributors. She declined further commentary.

Launched to tv reputation as a conventional guest on Oprah Winfrey’s talk indicate, Ozhas hosted his beget program since 2009. In 2016, candidate Donald Trump seemed on “The Dr. OzDisclose” to say about his non-public health, in lieu of releasing his clinical files. He later appointed Ozto abet on the President’s Council on Sports, Well being and Nutrition.

Ozs pronouncements on a gigantic selection of health and clinical components have stirred up distress earlier than, most memorably in 2015 when a team of 10 physicians urged Columbia University to dissociate itself from him, accusing him of “selling quack treatments and therapies in the hobby of non-public monetary manufacture” (Ozis vice chair of the clinical college’s division of surgical treatment).

The physicians, led by Henry Miller, a senior fellow on the Pacific Study Institute in San Francisco, said Ozhad “either obnoxious conflicts of hobby or erroneous judgments about what constitutes appropriate clinical treatments, or both.” They cited a “Dr. OzDisclose” episode in 2011 wherein investigators claimed apple juice contained unsafe phases of arsenic. The Meals and Drug Administration disputed the findings and said the document used to be deceptive. (Requested about Ozs newest coronavirus comments, Miller answered, “Sorry, but I genuinely have greater issues to manufacture — esteem cleaning my fingernails — than looking out at Ozor discussing him.”)

Ozwas additionally known as out right thru a hearing on Capitol Hill in 2014 for touting “miracle” weight-loss merchandise on his indicate that, genuinely, provide no special lend a hand. Then-Sen. Claire McCaskill (D-Missouri) said on the hearing his claims had been erroneous: “If you occur to call a product a miracle, and it’s something which you shall be succesful to decide on and it’s something that gives americans erroneous hope, I appropriate don’t perceive why it be vital to chase there,” she said.

He answered that the merchandise gave americans hope to lift searching for to topple a pair of pounds.

Ozresponded to the criticism from Miller in a written commentary. “I bring the public files that will well assist them on their direction to be their simplest selves,” he wrote. “We provide more than one components of mediate, including mine which is offered without battle of hobby. That doesn’t take a seat properly with definite agendas which distort the info.”

Columbia rejected the effort to oust him, announcing his commentaries had been safe by academic freedom.

Ozs large reputation and celeb could bulletproof him from the kind of expert discipline that could deter a lesser-known doctor.

Writing in the American Clinical Affiliation’s Journal of Ethics in 2017, three Mayo Medical institution scholars questioned whether Ozhas in actuality develop into too large to be introduced to heel.

“Must nonetheless a doctor be allowed to disclose something else — nonetheless erroneous and doubtlessly atrocious — so lengthy as that particular particular person instructions market part?” wrote Jon C. Tilburt, Megan Allyse and Frederic W. Hafferty. “Dr. Ozabsolutely appears to be like to be any individual peddling unproven and ineffective therapies for non-public manufacture. It can appear esteem his is a paradigmatic take a look at case for expert self-regulations in medicine. But, he remains immensely current, prompting us to wonder, if we are able to’t effectively sanction Dr. Oz, whom will we sanction?”