#'they will live as many lives as it takes to fulfill this destiny. none will look the same; but you will know who they are'

[volturissideslut]

What if the Humans adopt a child just to see what’s so special about humans and why the Cullens like them so much, not knowing how troublesome a 8 year old can be?

𝖁𝖔𝖑𝖙𝖚𝖗𝖎

strap in because this is going to be one hell of a ride (also I'm assuming asker meant volturi adopt a chaotic human child)

Aro, ever the curious one, cannot even fathom why dear Carlisle cares so much for these... creatures

And it's been like over 3000 years since he was human and he can't really remember much about living

It would also help if it would stop making Marcus be such a miserable slab of stone, and perhaps even Caius could do with a new toy

It just seemed like destiny when an 8 year old child strayed from the feeding group one day, too entertained by chasing a fat tabby cat that had jumped the wall to the garden

Whatever parent or guardian that came with seemingly hadn't noticed - not that they were alive long enough too

And, of course, Felix was the one to deliver the child to Master Aro considering he's the only one with a modium of decorum or respect for life in the castle

Any of the other guards would have eaten you on sight to be honest (they wouldn't in the future but you're just some random human child right now, they don't care about you yet)

Aro takes one look at you're little form, sticky fingers; muddy knees; grazed elbows; a leaf in your hair

Perfect

They're keeping you

easy, right?

wrong

Why is a overexcited yet hysterical human child such a lovable inconvenience, you may ask

well

1) none of them can fully keep track of you're emotions,why are children so confusing???

2) they can't fully keep track of your whereabout either

"HOW ON EARTH DID YOU GET OF THE ROOF YOU HEATHEN CHILD" - Caius probably

3) they know nothing, and I mean nothing, about humans. Expect them to ask the secratery for help next time you're sobbing, only to find out you're hungry because they haven't fed you a proper meal in days thinking you'd forage for it yourself

I swear Marcus is the only one who is knowledgeable, despite how small it is

"the child requires sustinence again" - Jane, fed up of this shit

4) they're used to the traumatic stuff of vampire life, you are not, they don't realise that

poor kid is gonna be so traumatised, by the age of 10 killing someone over cereal seems socially acceptable

At least Caius actually has a soft spot for you, otherwise you'd be dead dead by now

Marcus reads you bedtime stories

Aro wants you to grow up appreciating everything he does, there are many 'daddy/daughter dates' where he takes you to see plays, musicals, concerts, or whatever that he deems suitable

Caius pretends to be impressed with your drawings and fakes excitement at whatever lego monstrosity you've made

Alec shows you the world, taking you around on his days off to Scotland, Brazil, India or wherever you randomly point to on a map

Felix let's you use his cloak as a blanket when he's not using it, you like to play with it and use it for dens and pillow forts (it can also be used as one of those massive fabric parachute tent bubble thingys the class played with in nursery/FS1/kindergarten and hid under (you know what I'm talking about))

Demitri let's you win at hide and seek despite his gift letting him know where you are at all times. He is also not above pretending to play to keep you out the way and quiet for a solid five minutes before you come out giggling saying you won again

Jane will capture butterflies and set them free with you because she knows you love them and you also love to chase them

The queen's are always dressing you up like a doll and doing your hair, they basically get a list from the secratery of everything humans need (food, water, socialising etc) and fulfil those needs for you

The secratery is the only one who actually knows what you want and need most times, being human herself. The kings are seriously considering turning her instead of just killing her you your sake

And God forbid anyone touches their precious baby, you've grown on them and they'd burn the world for you in an instant

#twilight #twilight renascence #volturi #x reader #headcannons #hc #twilight saga #alec volturi #demetri volturi #felix volturi #jane volturi #aro volturi #caius volturi #marcus volturi #volturi guard #volturi kings #volturissideslut

[blorbologist]

Yawns, g'morning.

I'm thinking about Vaxleth and episode 51, as. Most of us are, really. Holy shit.

And I think Vax's divine nature played a role in how Ludinus was able to set and bait this trap. I don't think we'd have gotten this outcome if Vax was still a mortal Champion, like his sister. Furthermore, Keyleth’s position as Voice of the Tempest was also critical here.

Let me explain: let's say some other half of a ship could have fulfilled this orb critera. If we pretend that any Champion could do (I think they needed the divine aspect of Vax's unlife but play along here), why not bait the trap for Vex, or Pike, or Scanlan, or Yasha?

Beyond the 'Vax is practically an angel now and has orb properties' angle, I think part of it is the sheer... everything that is mortal. If Percy was captured Vex would have any number of solutions - send Trinket in, attack at range, Rogue it up, or do the sensible thing and bring in friends. The living are variable, you can't count on them to behave as you need.

Ludinus loathes gods and their servants: of course he'd expect them to be predictable - and he'd be right! Vax is not all Vax anymore (see Dalen's Closet and Tal’Dorei Reborn), he's a deathless shepherd and servant of the Raven Queen. Why would he think this through? He has no life to lose, only Keyleth’s to save. You don’t need to consider how to use a shield, you just do. People shape their plans around the steady expectations of gods, their almost immutable domains, and Vax is divine enough for that to apply to him. They'd know he would behave exactly as he did. It could be argued living!Vax would as well, and there are several songs and historical records about him, so worst came to worst Ludinus could hope that this is maintained. But that's an uncertainty, and not fitting for a centuries-long plan.

And now the second part: it had to be Keyleth. They couldn't have used Vex to draw him out, I don’t think, as much as it pains me. Either the story of Dalen's Closet was limited to the guests and any lil kids who heard the Ballad of Derrig or it proves the Champion cannot willingly approach his sister. It took a Wish for that.

Vex has had five kids, spent thirty years protecting Whitestone, and has her fingers in the financial goings on of all Tal’Dorei. By no means does she have a small impact on the world: her smallest taxation decisions could mean poverty or wealth for thousands! But many of her biggest impacts on the future, on destiny, have already come to pass. Her adventures in Vox Machina, the children she bore, the decades of decisions she's already made (I doubt she'd be on the council for even a few years without changing much of her sphere to her liking.)

Keyleth is the Voice of the Tempest. She will, hopefully, live almost two thousand years. Imagine all the lives she will impact in that time! Directly! The Matron must be so familiar with her strand of fate because it touches so many, many others!

Even if Vax, somehow, did not remember her. Even if he was a shell of himself. This is someone the Matron cannot let die before her time (hopefully a thousand plus years from now). This is one person she would have to bend the rules for and see saved, and there's just the man for the job. She would not allow intervention for Vex, or Percy, or those nieces and nephews Vax surely watches. Not Velora, not Scanlan, not Gilmore. Keyleth, with centuries of work to do in this world, with generations to guide, is too valuable.

What I'm saying is... literally no other ship could have pulled this off. None. This was built for Vaxleth, from its very bones. You could have, say, an AU where Vex is the Champion of Ravens (wink), and this would not be certain enough for Ludinus to bank on it. Very likely, but not assured (the Matron could refuse to intervene, or they could intervene in a less 'take me instead you lil red-storm shit' way, etc.).

Evil plans bank on the inevitable. Gravity, greed, time. Their love is inevitable, a law of nature.

It could not have been anyone else

#Vaxleth is! not one of my main ships. #EXCEPT for those dozen-ish episodes where Vax is a Revenant and the angst is top tier and OH BOY DOES THIS DELICER #deliver* #cr spoilers #critical role spoilers #critical role #critrole spoilers #vaxleth #vax'ildan #keyleth #keyleth of the air ashari #cr c3e51 #c3e51 #campaign 3 #vox machina #ludinus da'leth #cr meta

[dreambigdreamz]

On Our Own | Éomer Éadig (part two)

Summary : Lothíriel braves through her wedding ceremony, trying to suppress her fears.

Author's note : I was having a bit of trouble posting this until I realised I had written over the maximum word count for a text block in one paragraph, now it's solved and I'm so heavened that I don't have to chop this up into several little more parts! Hope you enjoy Lothíriel!

Part One if you have not read it.

"I am Lothíriel, daughter of Imrahil. I am not afraid of anything — I have never been afraid of anything. And if I, a princess of Dol Amroth, can be made to suffer through this much humiliation, and still survive the ordeal, so can you."

None of the ladies spoke a word.

"I am not afraid — I have never been afraid of anything. I know this must be done, and I will see it done. This is my destiny; this is my duty. This is my calling, to serve my father and my family, to change this nation, this world into a better place. And when they call my name, I will always step forward, ready to face anything. And I will face this martyrdom like a proper, dignified Princess."

A silent sniff escaped the girl, and she saw her own lips quiver in the mirror. She took a deep breath, gathering all her strength to keep her shaking shoulders back. She turned to her silent ladies standing behind.

"And I certainly don't want any complaints from any of you."

"We did not say anything, my lady." The calm voice came from the elderly lady whose head was lowered in a small bow. She raised it now for just a few seconds, her dark eyes sweeping over the frame of the younger lady. "It must only be the jitters, princess. Nothing to worry about. You had better get ready. This King obviously does not like waiting."

A hardly pretty scowl overcame the Princess's face. She did not like to be reminded of the first meeting she had with her husband-to-be. Only Lady Saelwen alone witnessed what had happened, when the King strode into her tent. And, the Valar knows, nobody would ever understand what Lothíriel was feeling then.

Despite her eagerness to fulfill her duty as best as she could, the process was not without any setbacks. There had been several, in fact. The need for getting hot water to her room being one of the dire requirements. "You're right. Tell them to fetch the bath, please, Lady Saelwen."

The older lady immediately set about ordering the others with their different duties. Lothíriel, watching her lady-in-waiting masterfully distributing orders to everybody, recalled what she had said about her to King Éomer. She couldn't suppress a smile at that: Lady Saelwen was anything but easily agitated. She was highly and miraculously stubborn, and that had been the actual case when she refused to let the King inside the Princess's tent. But Lothíriel knew she had to patch up what she could to gain the King's goodwill. A task she knew she had to carry out enduringly, and one she awfully hated. She never liked having to please others to save face.

Lady Saelwen had always been in charge of everything — except when they had to deal with the fuming King the first evening, and Lothíriel brushed her aside as someone who could not help her any more. Indeed she then knew nobody could; she was on her own.

"It is all right," the Princess now wondered aloud again as she sat down at the vanity desk, staring at her reflection that seemed like a stranger to her. "Father and Mother will pass away one day, though, the Valar be praised, it may not be for many long years. Elphir has his own family to take care of, and Erchirion and Amrothos will in time find their own families, tread their own paths, and live their own lives. Nobody would have been able to remain with me, anyway. The important thing is, I still have me. I will always have me, myself, and that is all that matters." She quickly took a swallow of her trembling voice, blinked away the silver beads of tears forming at the corner of her eyelashes. Yes, she still had Lothíriel even if she felt completely deserted by all others.

In this distant land, so strange, so foreign to her. And so entirely abnormal.

"If only we had a proper bath-house," Lothíriel mourned, "with steam and a tepidarium and a proper clean marble floor! Hot water on tap and somewhere for us to sit and be properly scrubbed. I should not mind anything at all if only there was a proper bath-house."

"Don't fuss," Lady Saelwen cooed. "When you are Queen, you can have a hundred bath-houses built, my sweet."

Lady Saelwen had commanded a great tureen from the flesh kitchen which was usually deployed to scald beast carcasses, had it scoured by three scullions, lined it with linen sheets and filled it to the brim with hot water scattered with rose petals and scented with oil of roses brought from Dol Amroth. She lovingly supervised the washing of Lothíriel's long white limbs, the manicuring of her toes, the filing of her fingernails, the brushing of her teeth, and finally the three-rinse washing of her hair. The lady-in-waiting had insisted that Lothíriel should bathe like a Princess of Dol Amroth though all the cooks in the kitchen have had to stop what they were doing to boil the water.

This was one thing Lothíriel had decided she must learn to endure. The servants of Meduseld had been amazed that she was going to wash on her wedding day and most of them probably thought that she was risking her life in this wintry weather. Lothíriel, brought up in the liveliest court in Middle-earth, Dol Amroth where the bath-houses were the most beautiful suite of rooms in the palace, centres of gossip, laughter, and scented water, was equally amazed to hear that the Rohirrim thought it perfectly adequate to bathe only occasionally during the winter and that the poor people would bathe only two or three times a year. She had seen it as part of her destiny, her duty, to endure as a Maia from Valinor endures the privations of this world. She had come from Swansong by the Sea — the paradise, the heaven — to the ordinary world. She had anticipated some disagreeable changes.

"Everything will be fine. I had to come to Dol Amroth from Minas Tirith to marry your brother. Life adjusts easily to Change as Time passes by. And better, if you can learn to love your husband." That was what her sister-in-law told her.

"Yes, but you had the luck to come to the best of places. I am not as fortunate — I have to leave the best place in Middle-earth to go to who-knows-where buried under the grass." Lothíriel had retorted. As for the part about loving her husband, she had omitted.

But truth be told, her husband-to-be had made a very different first impression. He was so handsome — she did not expect him to be so handsome! He was fair and broad, like a knight in shining armour from one of the old romances. She could imagine him waking all night in a vigil, or singing up to a castle window as was usual for a courtship in Dol Amroth. He had pale, almost silvery skin only roughened by the weather, he had fine golden hair, and yet it looked untidy and unkempt, so was his beard which Lothíriel had disliked in any man except now when it was him. He was much taller than her, and she could just feel herself melting away like butter whenever she dared to look up at his face.

He had a rare smile, one that would come reluctantly and then shine. And he was kind. That was a great thing in a husband. He was kind when he took the glass of wine from her: he saw that she was trembling, and he tried to reassure her. But at times he seemed so distant, and he would even sound angry, though naturally his voice was low and deep and that alone could make her heart skip a beat. But Lothíriel could not make out the character of this foreign King. She wondered what he thought of her — she did so wonder!

Time after time, the incredulous maids of Rohan toiled to the door to receive another ewer of hot water from exhausted page boys and tipped it into the tub to keep the temperature of the bath hot.

"Your parents would be so proud of you," Lady Saelwen said dreamily as they helped the Princess from the bath and patted her all over with scented towels. One maid took her dark mass of hair, squeezed out the water, and gently rubbed it with a cloth of silk soaked in oil to give it shine and lustre. They led her towards the wardrobe and started to dress her in the layer after layer of shifts and gowns. "Pull that lace tighter, girl, so that the skirt lies flat. This is all of Dol Amroth's day as well as yours, Lothíriel. This is your father's victory, and he said that you would marry the King of Rohan, whatever it costs him."

"Hush. You make me sound like a parcel." Truly, that was what she felt like sometimes. As if she had been shipped off because she was unwanted. Of course, Lothíriel understood her father wanted the best for her, and this match was the best for her. But still.

"Of course not! Your father did this all for your sake although, quite frankly, it amazes me how he happened to choose such a person — I mean, he is King and all, but what a coarse and unrefined—"

"Hush!" Lothíriel repeated, now raising her voice slightly, her brows furrowed in distress. "He is kind, almost sweet, if it weren't for that rude incident." She didn't know why, but she found herself wanting to defend this man, the King of Rohan, who would soon be her husband. But she hardly knew him, and was terrified to speak to him when they were face to face. So Lothíriel was often led to her imaginations of what he might really be like. She hoped he was kind like her father had assured her. She didn't know about that, she had yet to learn about him to form her own opinion. And of opinions, there were so many different ones thrown about Éomer that she hardly knew what to make of him.

But that would not even matter once they were married, nothing could be changed even if she found him not at all agreeable. Again, she wished their period of courtship hadn't been only a year of correspondence and a couple of days in person.

"That was most certainly rude of him," Lady Saelwen remarked, sniffing her nose in disdain as she began to rearrange Lothíriel's hair. She did not answer to that anymore, wishing to drop the subject.

There would be no persuading the lady to any other opinion. She did have a right to feel bitter against the King: he had demanded to meet the Princess of Dol Amroth in front of his travelling party, without ceremony, without dignity, like a scramble of peasants. Lothíriel herself had been so embarrassed, horrified, but she gritted her teeth, and stood up her ground like a fighting soldier meeting the battle head-on. But she couldn't smile like her Mother told her to.

There was a knock on the door. One of her maids, Mylaela, rushed inside with her round face flushed. "It is the King. And he says he wishes to see the Princess."

Lothíriel immediately locked eyes with Lady Saelwen, the older woman raising her eyebrow. It seems this was another one of the traditions of Rohan, unlike Dol Amroth where it was absolutely forbidden for the wedding couple to see each other before the ceremony. Of course, in the same case, the bride would have also been secluded from the sight of every other man as well, but Lothíriel was pretty sure all the people in Rohan, all the pigs, geese and, of course, horses must have seen her face already by now.

"I will see him," said she, silencing her lady-in-waiting with a significant look. She put on a cloak, a dark blue one with lighter hue interwoven like ripples of water, and walked slowly and steadily towards the door.

She was, once again, surprised to see just how tall he was, but hid any emotion well behind her mask of serenity. She curtseyed, but did not say anything, waiting for him to start.

"I am sorry for this inconvenience, my lady."

She nodded her head once, not knowing how else to respond. She couldn't possibly pretend to say it was no inconvenience at all, because it really was. Who would want to meet her husband-to-be, hair drenched in water and face so bare?

"But I came to give you these," he held out a red velvet purse, and almost shoving it to her, immediately withdrew his hands to his back after she received it. She took it politely, with an inclination of her head, but she did not open it. She waited for him to say something more, but they stood silently for a while longer until he cleared his throat and continued, "They are the jewellery of the Queens of Rohan, heirlooms of the family, and it would be kind of you to wear them to the wedding ceremony."

Kind? She was going to be, she was already all but, Queen of Rohan — it wouldn't be a matter of kindness, it was duty, appearance, tradition.

"My lord honours me," she said with a small curtsey, and he took it as a sign to leave, and bowed stiffly. She opened the door behind her, and slid in carefully, feeling quite nervous as she always did whenever in his presence.

Her ladies-in-waiting were eager to see what was inside the small purse, and they wasted no time in taking out the contents, displaying them carefully on the desk. There were golden bracelets, and a necklace strewn with little rubies, and brooches. But what stood out particularly was the coronet. It was wreathed like golden flowers, and the light glistened off its surface like golden rays of sunlight. Lothíriel held it up, examining it in detail.

"Then I cannot wear my tiara," said she, with a hint of despair in her voice.

"You need not wear the coronet today. Perhaps later. You can wear your tiara, for the last time. It is the tradition, he will not object, surely," Lady Saelwen suggested.

"For the last time," Lothíriel murmured. She put down the coronet, pushed the jewellery a little bit aside, and took out her tiara. It had two endearingly lovely swans, and Lothíriel loved it dearly. It was like her own personal badge, her worth, her rank as the eldest unmarried lady of the royal house of Dol Amroth. It had been hers since she was 10, when her cousin Ariellë had married.

She put it on now, looked into the mirror with a close look as she never looked before. She searched for the traces of that little girl who had first tried it on secretly, before Ariellë's wedding day, enthusiastically waiting for that day which would make this invaluable treasure all hers, solely hers.

Now, it was time to let it go.

"Well, take one last look, Lothíriel. Nothing's ever permanent, anyways, and you've had your share of joy these years past." She didn't know what was ahead of her now. She couldn't think of it.

"Oh! darling," Lady Saelwen cried, flinging her arms around her. "I tell you, you need not put it away just yet, not today."

"But I will have to do it sooner or later," she replied determinedly, trying to be strong and not weep. And I had better make the King happy, she did not add this silent thought. She truly wanted to see him smile, though she will most probably be too busy looking at the ground to see even if he did. "It must be this way."

Slowly, she put the tiara down, and beckoned them to continue what they were doing. When they had finished, she looked a most stunning picture — her black hair let down in a thick wave down in front of one shoulder, the golden coronet round her smooth forehead, her silver mantle gleaming with a faint glow of blue as she moved, and to perfect it all, a sure, steady smile that could win any heart. She knew this. She knew she must look something beautiful. King Éomer had even said she looked prettier than her portrait! Of course, Lothíriel knew flattery was to be expected from him, he could just have been doing it out of politeness, the way he said it grudgingly.

She had been raised to feel confident in her looks, she had learned to love the way she looked, everybody always said how lovely she looked. And though Lothíriel did not necessarily believe it much herself — it would be wrong and quite vain — she believed it must be a bit true, at least, because others said so. She had long, dark hair that was often compared to the nightsky, and her skin was perfectly unblemished, and she knew she carried herself gracefully enough, thanks to the years of supervision under her Mother, Aunt Ivriniel, and Lady Saelwen.

But what if Éomer's taste wasn't like all the 'others' who praised her beauty?

What if he liked his women lighter-haired?

That would be a misfortune, indeed, since nothing could be done about it. He would just have to put up with it, probably regretting his foreign dark-haired Queen. But that would be really unfortunate, Lothíriel couldn't help despairing over it.

What was it that her Aunt had told her?

"Consider your husband carefully. He will own all your property, your good name will be in his keeping, and the happiness of your life will be decided by him. If you cannot be a loving wife, then be at least a wife of whom he can make no complaint. That is the best advice I can give to you, Lothíriel: be a wife of whom he can make no complaint. You will be his wife, that is to be his servant, his possession. He will be your master. You had better please him."

The words still echoed in her mind like some sort of prophecy. She had put up a smile, thanked her Aunt archly that it gladdened her heart to be reminded of it, while secretly she scorned and said to herself sarcastically, "No wonder she is a spinster!"

But Lothíriel had held that advice close to her heart, subconsciously, trying to be pleasing to this stranger on whose goodwill her fate, the rest of her life, depended.

She wondered whether he would make a complaint against how she looked. She wouldn't be able to help that. She might be sent back, and the business of searching a husband for her would have to be done all over again — except she would then bear the shame of having been rejected by the King of Rohan.

At least she would get to spend a couple more years in Dol Amroth, before being sent away again.

These different thoughts made her eyes leak somehow, and suddenly she was crying full on.

"La! What is the matter, dear?"

A hiccup escaped before Lothíriel took a gulp of air. "I — I don't really know? It's just — it's just happening by itself and I can't stop it? May—maybe it's what you said, the jitters, the wibber-gibbers like Alphie would say — and, oh! my darling boy, I have forgotten my darling boy, how shall I live without him? And Elphir, and Andrídha, and Erchirion, I miss him already — I admit it! I know I swore I won't but I do! And, and I miss Gwyneth, that dairymaid who ruined my blue-ribboned shoes, Cael the stableboy, even though I always made a point to glare at him whenever he winked at me, and, and everybody!" Lady Saelwen was the only one whose face was still calm and composed, others already baffled by this outburst of the Princess. Lady Saelwen did not speak, and she continued to pat Lothíriel's heaving shoulders in a loving embrace, silently. The words now poured out of her mouth, and suddenly there was no stopping anymore. "I think he doesn't like me very much, this King Éomer, he doesn't talk to me, and he is probably disappointed with how I look. What if he sends me back? Or worse, what if I disappoint him even as Queen of Rohan? What if I am terrible at it? What if I bankrupt the country and ruin everything? — I always forget my numbers, you know that."

"Now, now," Lady Saelwen soothed her, gently rubbing her back, "you are getting too carried away. It's just not possible for you to bankrupt an entire country, and you probably won't be burdened with those crazy duties. You'll just have to keep the accounts in order, the household in order, like your dear Mother does. The rest—" At this, Lothíriel let out a wail, for she could not possibly strive to be anywhere near her Mother's efficiency. "Don't distress yourself like this, dear. It will happen by and by, and you won't even notice it — you'll be such a beloved queen. And as for the King not liking you, why, I never heard such an abominable thing! He would say something about it, wouldn't he, if he didn't like you? That is absurd. And anyways, the men of our court can teach him a thing or two, perhaps a black eye if you request, you see if he doesn't like you then. And today, when you go in with your long, dark hair falling over your white gown, looking like Elbereth herself, the Star-queen, you'll see if there's a soul in the whole of this country, wretched enough to not fall in love with you!

"Now, stop this silly nonsense. You are going to look a mess."

"Well," Lothíriel swallowed a hiccup, now feeling foolish when Lady Saelwen pointed out things that way, and wiping her runny nose feeling like a wayward child, "I suppose I am being silly. There's no point in worrying over things that I cannot change. I will do my best, and leave the rest in the hands of the Valar. But, wouldn't it be more natural to look the blushing bride?"

"Yes, but you are going to get a red nose and red eyes, not alluring, red cheeks." She pinched Lothíriel's cheek lovingly, and again they set to work.

When the bells started to toll, Lothíriel stood up from where she sat, ready and secretly nervous, and said,

"Well, ladies, we have got a wedding to attend."

"Only, you're the bride this time," one girl teased boldly.

Lothíriel mustered all her courage, and strength, and smiled graciously and gaily and giggled, "All the more reason for me to look dazzling!" But a sudden gloom seized her heart, remembering that the joys of childhood would be denied to her after this day onward. And she would not be a maiden any more . . . She shook herself out of that train of thoughts.

She found to her pleasant surprise that her brother Amrothos was waiting outside the door.

"Ready?" He asked with a lopsided grin that made her laugh despite her heavy heart.

"What are you doing here?" She asked, amazed.

"Why, to escort you, of course. We can't risk you being attacked by some ambushing savages, can we?"

She gave him a look of caution.

He chose to ignore it, and remarked with a comical look, "You are so beautiful, I fear I may go blind from your dazzling-ness."

"So do you, dear brother," she said generously.

"Ah, but all the rest of us are only stars and stars cannot be as dazzling as the Moon, no matter how bright they shine."

"I thought dazzling was used to describe the Sun?"

"Spare me the poetry lesson for this once, love." He then asked again light-heartedly, "So, is the beautiful bride ready to mesmerise these petty people?"

"I was born ready, brother."

"Oh I don't know about that — you had such a terrible cry when you were born, I wept for days, terrified of your cries. I remember Auntie soothing me, saying you must be very mad about being brought into the world so early."

Lothíriel couldn't help smiling, a little sadly, at the mention of them as children. It didn't seem that long ago, and yet at the same time it felt so very long ago. Amrothos noticed her half-hearted smile, and turned her round to face him fully, and pulled her into a tight embrace.

"You've come so far, Thiri. I still can't believe you survived that terrible drowning when you were four. To think, we could have lost you then! I am glad we did not, sincerely." He placed his hand upon his chest soberly.

"I will survive anything, beloved brother, you need not worry about me," she said coolly, her eyebrow raised.

"Of course, my sweet sister," Amrothos smirked back. "I believe all this is just a piece of cake for you as well?"

A whole bakery, Lothíriel thought, but she answered anyways, "It is."

Amrothos studied her face carefully, saying slowly, "You know we love you."

"I do."

"And this is probably for the best."

"It is."

"Then why looking hang-dog?" He slapped her arm playfully.

She rolled her eyes, scoffing unbelievingly. "Every bride needs to look a bit hang-dog before the wedding."

"Not Andrídha, she did not. She was beaming enough for the both of them."

"That's because she's a fool half-sodden in love." She was pretty sure she failed to keep out the bitterness in her voice.

"And you are not?" Amrothos was looking as if he was trying so hard not to laugh out loud. "Hmm, you probably are not."

She didn't answer, because she didn't know. She was drowning in a sea of worries.

When they reached the door, beyond which was the Hall where all the guests were assembled, a guard bowed at the siblings but told them that the Lady must walk in alone, as was the custom.

"What! This is strange indeed, and if I weren't so nice as I am, I would call this exceedingly stu—"

Lothíriel tugged at her brother's elbow, hissing, "Mind what you say, Amrothos." Already she could feel the terseness of the lords since her arrival, and while Amrothos may not need to care about them, she was to remain here for the rest of her life and she knew she wouldn't survive long if she didn't make herself liked. Another inward sigh. "And really, you couldn't have stuck with me all the way through this marriage anyways, it's all on me." On my own. She tried to smile brightly, and hoped it was convincing enough. "So off you go now, my little star. Go twinkle somewhere else."

"It'll be all right. I know you'll be all right," and with a warm kiss on both cheeks, and one last concerned look, her brother left ahead.

She turned to the guard again, and ordered coolly, "Announce me."

He nodded, knowing this particular about the new Lady, as did many of Rohan by now.

"The Lady Lothíriel, Princess of Dol Amroth, and Queen of Rohan!"

The heavy, wooden doors creaked open. Lothíriel, daughter of Imrahil, armoured only with steely determination, stepped forward, her head held high and her footsteps unfalteringly in-beat.

Only she could hear her heart hammering in her eardrums.

Nobody must ever find a Princess of Dol Amroth falling back for fear.

No one will ever know what it cost her to smile, what it cost her to stand before all these people and not tremble.

She was not yet twenty-two, she was far from her Mother, she was in a strange country, she cannot speak the language, and she knew nobody here. She had no friends but the party of companions and servants that she had brought with her, and they looked to her to protect them. They did not think to help her. They could not help her.

Nobody could help her.

No one would ever know that she had to pretend to ease, pretend to confidence, pretend to grace. Of course she was afraid. But she will never, never show it. And, when they called her name, she would always step forward.

Amidst her own heartbeats, she could faintly hear the whisper of voices around her. She could not understand them, nor did she want to. Her eyes, fixated straightforward, fell onto the tall figure of the King. He stood proud and regal, like a pillar of strength. He wore the great woven cloak of gold and green, with the sigil of the horse, and on his head was the heavy crown wrought majestically in gold and white jewels. His face, Lothíriel stole a quick glance as she reached up to him and he took her hand in his, was solemn, almost even stern she would imagine.

She listened attentively, and repeated the vows in her best manner, but heard little. Her thoughts were busy elsewhere. She only registered dimly the voice of the King beside her, standing close by. In fact, she realised, they were so close she could almost discern the faint smell of musk and ambergris wafting around with the underlying notes of sweat, leather, and horses. She remembered it from the first evening when he barged into her tent.

Other than the thud-thud of her heart, she could not acknowledge his presence beside her. Neither did he seem to.

She knew what she had to do. She had to be a princess of Dol Amroth for Rohan and a queen of Rohan for Dol Amroth. She had to seem at ease where she was not and assume confidence when she was afraid.

Éomer may be her husband, but she could hardly see him, she had no sense of him yet. She had no time to consider him. She was absorbed in being the princess that he had bought, the princess that her father had delivered, the princess that will fulfill the bargain and secure the friendship between Rohan and Dol Amroth.

Every now and again, she glanced very briefly at his face, but he stood as still as a statue to reveal any answers to her incessant, whirling, silent questions of what he was like. He stood so still, she could not even tell whether he was breathing or not. Both his hands held her right hand between them, as if ensuring safety and comfort. But Lothíriel was uneasy, wondering if this was one of Rohan's different traditions as well; in Dol Amroth, the bride only held on to the man's arm.

The only thing that disconcerted her throughout the process happened when it was time for them to exchange the rings.

The ring-bearer was a man whom Lothíriel remembered to be one of Éomer's near-kin, but all these lords and Riders had the same bearded faces, the same fair hair, the same silence. If she hadn't mentally prepared herself for it months before she came to Rohan, Lothíriel was pretty sure she'd have gone insane by this unfamiliarity in the strange, foreign land. She wished she could see somebody from home, somebody who hadn't followed hither — she would even be glad to see Wat the groom who sang bawdy songs with his obnoxious voice.

The rings were brought on a small pillow-cushion while she was meditating these worrisome thoughts. When she saw Éomer taking the smaller one, she dutifully held out her hand for him to put it on her finger.

But he didn't.

Éomer took her hand, and turned it so her palm was held upward, and placed the small golden band on it. Confused, Lothíriel looked up at him, and her cheeks flushed warmly when she saw him smiling gently.

"In Rohan, we exchange the rings and wear it ourselves, my lady."

He explained kindly, but suddenly the former warmth in her cheeks grew hotter and she looked down at her palm, possibly looking furiously crimson.

"Oh," was all that she could say, blinking nervously as she reached for the other one and placed it in his upturned hand. Embarrassed, and wishing the wooden floorboards would open up to swallow her, she hastily put her ring onto her finger. Only after that was she able to recollect herself, braced herself, and looked up with a positively bright smile to say, "I wish I had thought to learn of it beforehand. But no matter. It is done."

He smiled again, and Lothíriel noticed, for the first time, the little crinkles near his eyes when he did so. For some reason, the discovery made her feel somehow light-hearted, and she found that she could return his smile with equal sincerity, without at all feeling the tiresome stretch in her cheeks when she had to remind herself to properly regulate even the degree of her smile. "It is done," he echoed, and in her natural maidenly reserve, she lowered her eyes. She felt him leaning down, felt his rough hand under her chin, felt her head being raised up to look at him. Only, she didn't want to look yet, and closed her eyes tightly. Then she felt his lips on hers, the warm kiss making her head spin around in circles, and she felt his hand brushing against her cheek, all in a daze. She only felt, and knew nothing of what was going on. It was done. When Éomer stepped back, she saw the timid smile on his face, as if he wasn't sure how much he should be smiling as well. When she looked around, she saw the smiling faces stretching from her feet to the doors of the Hall. And when they went down the aisle together, past the rows of benches and guests, to the bright wintry sunlight outside and heard the roar of the crowd for Éomer and his bride, the King and Queen of Rohan, Lothíriel started to realise that she had done her duty finally and completely. She had been promised to Éomer for more than two years, and now, at last, they were married. She had been named Queen of Rohan since she was twenty years old, and now, at last, she had taken her name and taken her place in the world. It had felt impossible until it was finally done. She looked up and smiled, not as shy as one might expect of a blushing bride on her wedding day, but a real confident smile of a queen that promised strength and courage to the people she was now to call hers, her own; and the crowd, delighted with the free wine and ale, with the prettiness of the young princess, with the promise of safety from threats both internal and external that could only come with a settled royal succession, roared their approval. They were husband and wife; but they did not speak more than a few words to each other for the rest of the long day. There was a formal banquet, and though they were seated side by side, there were healths to be drunk and speeches to be attended to and the musicians playing. No one had ever seen so much money flung at a single occasion. It was a greater celebration even than the King's own coronation — it was a redefinition of the Rohan kingly state. Lothíriel was perfectly at ease with everything, having expected this all her life since she learned her duty and destiny as a princess, a woman in a largely male-dominated world, where she could only ever amount to be a bridge to the next generation of great men.

But perhaps it wasn't exactly as she had always thought it should be. Given that she was not marrying a lord or knight of Gondor. The people of Rohan obviously did not like talking much, and after the formal ordeals were done, everybody sat down to eating and drinking by themselves. Truth be told, Lothíriel was looking forward to poems composed for her and recited in her honour, like they did for the brides in Dol Amroth; she would have been disappointed about the lack of attention, if it were not for the dreadful prospect of the night's end looming over her head for almost the entire time. That was the chief occupying thought of her mind, and since nobody paid much heed to her except now and then to drink her health, and the members of her own party being a bit distantly placed, and her own lord husband scarcely turning his head towards her, Lothíriel was left to ponder her own dread and dismay. She was brought back to reality by a voice addressing her from below the board. "It would be a great pleasure for us all if the queen would give us a dance. Or is that not allowed in Dol Amroth either?" The boldness of the question startled her. She noticed that it was one of the highl lords of the King's council, an elderly man who particularly was frosty in his manners to her since her arrival. Lothíriel turned her head to Éomer, and asked cautiously, "Since I am now Queen of Rohan, I must learn your customs. Would a Queen of Rohan get up during her wedding and dance for everyone like she is at a village fair?" She saw that Éomer's face was broody, and uneasy. He shifted in his seat before answering her shortly in that deep, gruff voice of his, "If she would like." This was enough for Lothíriel, who had grown up in the court of Dol Amroth where conspiracies and gossips went around like bees buzzing from flower to flower, and she immediately understood his answer as an hesitant yes. She did not yet know the ongoings of this court and the country, but she knew it was her duty to please the King first and foremost, and she had to learn later on of his affiliations and animosities alike. So, for the present, she decided to oblige the possibly harmless request. She threw a small, demure smile to the other lord, and said, "Then I will dance," and rose from her seat at the high table. She was expecting the King to follow suit, but he did not; she realised they meant dancing as in all by herself, like some performer, and not a proper courtly dance with her new husband. She stood still for a second there, feeling very much embarrassed and whacking her mind wondering what to do next, before she finally added with some recovered grace, "With my ladies."

She beckoned towards where they were grouped nicely, a little apart from the men, called out to them by their names. Four young women, dark-haired girls of youth and beauty, pretending shyness but eager to show themselves off, came forwards. The Princess Consort of Dol Amroth, Lady Anarïen, herself had personally selected the ladies, not very willingly acceding to her lord husband's blunt but well-founded request that all his daughter's companions should be pretty. The party of Dol Amroth could not appear in any less honourable manner or fashionable style — except King Éomer had jeopardized the whole plan by forcing his way rudely into the Princess's tent. But nonetheless, all the girls were good-looking, well-mannered, and perfectly suited to be considered close companions of a royal princess of Dol Amroth, but none of them outshone the Princess, who stood composed and confident and then raised her hands and clapped, to order the musicians to play. The dance was a pavane, a slow ceremonial dance, and Lothíriel moved with her hips swaying and her eyes heavy-lidded, a little smile on her face. She had been well schooled. Any princess would be taught how to dance in the courtly world where dancing, singing, music and poetry mattered more than anything else; but she danced like a young woman who let the music move her naturally. She was doing all her best to prove everybody watching that she would be the greatest ornament to this court where they only discussed war-strategies and the meal-times were, simply, for eating meals and not for civilised conversation. She stopped as the music came to its last note, and swept a curtsey at the King, and came up smiling. "Do I please you?" She demanded, flushed and a little breathless. "Immensely," a faint smile was lingering on his lips as he said so, and Lothíriel found herself smiling back with gratitude at his praise and wonder, wonder at what kind of a man he was. When, later on, she was sitting in front of the mirror in her new room, the Queen's room — which, Lothíriel sniffed inwardly, should have been hers since her arrival — she was still left wondering about the mystery of his smile that had stayed in her mind for the rest of that evening.

Sincerely Snow,

19th April — 8th June 2023

#lord of the rings #lotr movies #eomer x lothiriel #eomer eadig #lothiriel #the lord of the rings #arranged marriage #oneshot #light angst #hope you enjoy #lothiriel being an internal mess #dreambigdreamz

[mashriqiyyah]

You probably think you can drive. So did I. We all do. So we foolishly try to take the steering wheel of our lives. And then as a result, we crash over and over. Because the truth is none of us know how to drive...

My people, so many of us misunderstand istikhara. It's not about seeing a sign or a dream or even necessarily having a feeling about something. Although, any of these may occur. Istikhara is about letting go of the steering wheel. It's about admitting to yourself and God that you don't know the Unseen, and that you are not able to make things happen in the best way. It is the acknowledgement that God *does* know the Unseen, and God *is* able to make everything happen, in the best way. Istikhara is getting out of the driver's seat and asking God to take over the steering wheel of your life, and the decisions you're making.

It is asking Allah to steer and do what's best for you, in this life and the next.

Istikhara is a protection. There are so many times when we are set on a course that is destructive. Istikhara doesn't allow that course to occur. And after istikhara, any course that *does* occur is for our best--even if it bring about pain.

Many people get confused. They wonder why a marriage failed or a job fell apart if they prayed istikhara. But Istikhara doesn't promise a painless path. It promises *what's best in the end*. Sometimes that 'road to what's best' is windy. Sometimes it's covered with thorns.

But always, always, in the end, the destination is where you're meant to be. Where you're meant to fulfill your highest destiny and purpose.

Be careful not to rely on yourself as you navigate through life and make decisions. Be very careful to always, always rely on God. Because every single one of us is blind.

And we *don't* know how to drive.

- Haris

#idk how come someone can articulate certain thoughts so precisely. #Allahumma Baarik #istikhara explained with the best analogy #the favourite forever

[gealach-in-a-misty-world]

Long ago, humans betrayed dragons, stealing their magic and banishing them to a dying world. Centuries later, their descendants worship dragons as gods. But the gods remember, and they do not forgive. Thief Arcady scrapes a living on the streets of Vatra. Desperate, Arcady steals a powerful artifact from the bones of the Plaguebringer, the most hated person in Lumet history. Only Arcady knows the artifact's magic holds the key to a new life among the nobles at court and a chance for revenge. The spell connects to Everen, the last male dragon foretold to save his kind, dragging him through the Veil. Disguised as a human, Everen soon learns that to regain his true power and form and fulfil his destiny, he only needs to convince one little thief to trust him enough to bond completely--body, mind, and soul--and then kill them. Yet the closer the two become, the greater the risk both their worlds will shatter.

"Truth was a wound that could bite". L.R. Lam's Dragonfall is many things: a queer enemies-to-lovers romance, a heist book, a high-stakes epic. None of these things take center stage, instead striking a perfect balance and creating a novel that works well, where not all is as it seems and you keep questioning who's right. Who betrayed whom? The dragons, or the humans? The bond between the two certainly seems to work a certain way. Can we even trust the dragons' chronicles, since so few survived the fire that destroyed their library?

The world-building is on point, the magic system well-developed, even if some things are still a mystery or maybe don't work as we're told. The dragons, banished generations before to a dying world, are only bent on revenge. The humans, having forgotten everything, now worship them as gods: this creates a truly interesting dynamic when the two perspectives collide. There's a black market for dragon relics, a secret sect of assassins bent on punishing those who desecrate these relics, and hints of a larger world and an existential threat.

The POVs are phenomenal. Two of the POVs feature the two halves of the romance: Everen, the dragon prophet with a terrible mission, and Arcady, the nonbinary thief with a big secret. It's delicious to watch these two wallow in angst and slowly peel away the layers that protect them, learning to trust each other until disaster strikes. While Arcady's POV is a simple first person narrative, Everen's POV is much more interesting, with its first person that almost morphs into a second person, as he's addressing his whole narration to Arcady.

The other POV character is one of the assassins tasked with punishing heretics: the young woman is reluctant to do her job and has a terrible relationship with her father figure, who molded her to his purposes and has her wrapped around his little finger. The latter, a high priest, seems to know more than he lets on about the conflict brewing. The rest of the cast pulls its weight, especially Everen's sister and Arcady's father figure, to create a vibrant narrative.

Dragonfall is an incredible tale about love and sacrifice.

✨ 4.5 stars

[You can find more of my reviews about queer speculative fiction on my blog MISTY WORLD]

#l r lam #dragonfall #lgbtq books #queer lit #queer #queer books #sff #books #book reviews #reading #gealach reads #gealach writes

[eelhound]

"It’s easy to focus on the hateful ideology underpinning these shootings. But our research has shown that hate and 'terrorism,' as they are commonly understood, are not what drive most mass shooters.

These perpetrators aren’t subject-matter experts in politics, ideology or religion. Their understanding of the 'cause' said to motivate their actions is typically shallow and contradictory, is simply convenient.

Our dozens of interviews with perpetrators and the people who knew them do reveal, however, that shooters often have the same motivation: to cause as much death and destruction as possible so that a world that had otherwise ignored them would be forced to notice them and feel their anguish. Thus, the Buffalo shooter live-streamed his actions.

Our research shows that mass shooters walk a common route to violence through early childhood trauma. If they fail to achieve what they’ve been socialized to believe is their destiny — material wealth, success, power, happiness — as they age, they reach an existential crisis point.

When they no longer feel connected to the people and places around them, this becomes a suicidal crisis — except the thought of merely taking their own lives leaves them unfulfilled. As the sister of one perpetrator told us, her brother went from asking, 'What’s wrong with me?' to asking, 'What’s wrong with them?'

Hate comes late along this pathway. Searching for answers, angry men comb through the words and deeds of other angry men who came before, including past mass shooters. In the darkest corners of the Internet, they eventually find someone or something else to blame for their despair.

Perpetrators often choose scapegoats who represent their grievance with the world — people at their school, their workplace, a place of worship. In the case of Buffalo, it was a grocery store frequented by Black people.

Unfortunately, motives often become labels used to explain away the problem of mass shootings. Mental illness, for example, is not a motive. If a mass shooter has a mental health diagnosis, this doesn’t mean that their every action is related to that diagnosis or that their symptoms caused them to pull the trigger. In our research, only about 10 percent of mass shootings were directly motivated by psychotic hallucinations and delusions.

The hunt for motive is ultimately fruitless. In our comprehensive database of mass shooters of the past 50 years, one of the most common motives is 'unknown.' All we can say with some degree of certainty is that no one living a fulfilled life perpetrates a mass shooting. These shootings are designed to be the perpetrator’s final act, and this is perhaps the most important point when it comes to preventing them.

Most mass shooters are actively suicidal. Whether they kill themselves, are killed by police, face the death penalty or spend the rest of their lives in prison, they have no plan for what comes next.

This is what makes mass shootings different from other gun crimes, such as robberies gone bad or domestic homicides. This is also why traditional deterrence measures, such as armed security or harsh criminal sanctions, do little to avert them.

This doesn’t mean mass shootings can’t be avoided. Rather, we need a different approach. There are many strategies to preempt mass shootings, none perfect on their own. These include improving access to mental health care and crisis support at schools and workplaces, expanding suicide prevention programs, holding media and social media companies accountable for hateful rhetoric on their platforms, and limiting access to firearms for high-risk individuals.

We are capable of action. Rather than hunting for motive, let’s stop the next tragedy by investing in solutions that will reach the next would-be shooter before he decides his only option is to pick up a gun." - James Densley and Jillian Peterson, from "Hate is not at the root of most mass shootings." Washington Post, 15 May 2022.

#james densley #jillian peterson #quote #quotations #mass shootings #buffalo shooting #gun violence #criminology #psychology #sociology #alienation #american culture #capitalism

[albertfinch]

INFLUENCING ETERNITY

Paul was not content to know he was going to inherit Heaven. He wanted to be a son of God and inherit the Kingdom on earth.

Philippians 3:12-14 - "Not that I have already obtained all this, or have already been made perfect, but I press on to take hold of that for which Christ Jesus took hold of me. Brothers, I do not consider myself yet to have taken hold of it. But one thing I do: Forgetting what is behind and straining toward what is ahead, I press on toward the goal to win the prize for which God has called me heavenward in Christ Jesus."

God has called us to rule and reign with Him now while we are on earth and when we inherit Heaven, too. We are called to be the Bride of Christ.

1 Timothy 6:11-16 "...Pursue righteousness, godliness, faith, love, endurance and gentleness. Fight the good fight of the faith. Take hold of the eternal life to which you were called when you made your good confession in the presence of many witnesses. In the sight of God, who gives life to everything, and of Christ Jesus, who while testifying before Pontius Pilate made the good confession, I charge you to keep this command without spot or blame until the appearing of our Lord Jesus Christ, which God will bring about in His own time – God, the blessed and only Ruler, the King of kings and Lord of lords, who alone is immortal and who lives in unapproachable light, whom no one has seen or can see. To Him be honor and might forever. Amen."

Matthew 6:33 - "But seek first the Kingdom of God and His righteousness, and all these things shall be added to you."

THE POWER TO INFLUENCE OTHER LIVES

Upon our death, the life we lived here on earth will influence eternity. Because of the Living Water flowing out of our life, our life affects the people around us..

Romans 14:7- "For none of us lives to himself, and no one dies to himself."

We are called to complete the race, to subdue the earth, to take DOMINION, and rule and reign with Christ to fulfill the original commission that was given to Adam and Eve, the first man in Genesis.

Hebrews 12:1-2 - " Therefore, since we are surrounded by such a great cloud of witnesses, let us throw off everything that hinders and the sin that so easily entangles, and let us run with perseverance the race marked out for us..."

Hebrews 12:22-23 - "But you have come to Mount Zion, to the heavenly Jerusalem, the city of the living God. You have come to thousands upon thousands of angels in joyful assembly, to the Church of the firstborn, whose names are written in Heaven. You have come to God, the judge of all men, to the spirits of righteous men made perfect."

Life is one test after another that prepares us for promotion.

Deuteronomy 8:15-17 -  "He led you through the vast and dreadful desert, that thirsty and waterless land, with its venomous snakes and scorpions. He brought you water out of hard rock. He gave you manna to eat in the desert, something your fathers had never known, to humble and to test you so that in the end it might go well with you."

The things we endure here on earth help to mold and make us into champions of God.

WE GO THROUGH TESTINGS

Jesus was able to handle rejection and disappointment without quitting and giving up. He had to go through the testings, trials and wilderness wanderings just like you and me in order to qualify for the power.  He had a destiny and a call to prepare for.

God is preparing us to rule and reign with Him forever.

God uses the trials, tests, disappointments, sorrows, grief, and painful failures in life.

He stretches us to the breaking point time and time again so we are able to hold more of His essence, and overcoming power.

God uses pressure to cause us to expand and be strengthened.

Spiritual opposition enables us to learn to defeat the enemy through different warfare tactics.

The weapons of our warfare are not carnal but they are mighty through the Spirit of God.

We are called to stand up and fight and take the Kingdom by force.

Those that do not learn to war in the spirit and to use their spiritual weapons will not make it through the calamities and diseases that are coming on the earth.

We must learn to walk in the fullness of what God has given us (OUR CALLING IN CHRIST).

ALBERT FINCH MINISTRY

#jesus #calling #destiny #purpose #bible #devotional #daily word #revelation #inspiration #holy spirit

[letstalkaboutit100]

Part 6:

The cut back to part 2 in Brair and her parents pov when she is sent home. Her parents at first think that she's just visting them, but when Brair tells them what happened all hell breaks lose! Fighting, screaming, yelling etc. Aurora sends Brair to her room "We'll talk later". Philip is trying to calm her down and goes up to talk to brair. *knocks* "Hey. It's me. Do you want to talk?" She lets him. "What happened rosey?" (his nickname for her!) *they talk*. "Look I know that you don't necessary like the part of your destiny where you sleep for a thousand years and missing your friends and all those great parties, but it won't be all that bad! Your mother and I will still be here when you wake up! (The sleeping beauty famiy may not be the most important family, but they certainly are the oldest! Their practicly immortal) "But nothing dad! Do you seroiusly not hear yourself?! You just don't get it! I don't want to go to sleep for a century! I don't want to wake up in a whole new time period! I want to fall in love! Get married! Get my flying carpet license! (same as a drivers license) There are so many things that I want to do with my life! I want to live it to the fullest! But how can I if I'm going to be alseep for most of it!?" *they argue some more and he leaves* "Ugh!" *flopps down on her bed* "Why doesn't anyone understand!?" *hears mubbling downstaris* Sneaks down the stairs and listens to her parnets conversation. A:"I just don't know what we're going to do with her!" P:"We'll figure it out. We always do." A:"She was expelled Philip! This isn't finding strawberry jam all over the kitchen anymore!" P:"Yes, but she's still a kid. She's just going through a rebellion phrase. She'll grow out of it." A:"YOU BEEN SAYING THAT FOR THE LAST 7 YEARS!" "Fairy god mothers what do I do!" *Flora, Fauna, and merryweather appear* Red:"What is it my dear?" blue:"Yeah what's going on?" *tells them what happned* Red:"Oh dear this isn't good". Blue:"Damn right it isn't! I outta go up there and straighten that girl up myself!: Green:"Now, now everyone lets calm down. Let's not get ahead of are selfs here." Blue:"Not get ahead of are selfs?! The girl has doom herself and her whole family!" Blue:"You know what! I blame you!" *points to Flora* "If you had gifted her with courage and conpassion then none of this would have happened!" Red: "ME?! Your the one who gifted her spirit! Green:"Ladies! Ladies! This is clearly both your faults." *Everyone is fighting and blaming the other* A:"ENOUGH!" "All of this fighting isn't getting us anywhere!" Aurora's mother and father bursting through the front doors(the father is like the one in the live action. So he sucks):"Well there is one solution..." Green: "Absoutly not!" Red:"Out of the question!" A:"Mother! Father! What are you doing here?" *everyone says hello* A.D:"Well I hear that my only grandchild got into so trouble at school me and mother of course rushed over here!" A.M:"What happened my dear? *Everyone explains what happened* A.M:"Oh dear." *shakes her hand with a hand on her face* "This is not good" A.D:"It surely is not! The child is out of control!" "It's time to take matters into the right hands." A.M:"Are you sure? Isn't that taking things a bit to far?" A.D:"Things went to far when Brair started all of this!: A:"Do what? Mother what is father talking about?" A.M:"If you think it'll work." A:"What will work?" A.D:"Of course it'll work! It worked for Aurora!" A:"What work?!" A.M:"I suppose your right..." A:"WILL SOMEONE PLEASE TELL ME WHAT'S GOING ON?!" *silence* Red:"Her royal mastisty and her highness are suggesting that briar... should be put out to paster early." A:"What? What are you saying?" A.M:"Darling we know this is sudden and much earlier than any of us had exected but it's for her own good." A:"What for her own good?! What are you going to do with my daughter?!" A.D:"She's going to upheld the family legacy and fulfill her destiny!" *everyone including brair gasp. Over come with emotion ran back to her room and out the window*

#briar beauty #sleeping beauty #ideas #if eah got a reboot #ever after high

[eddysocs]

The Witcher OC Masterlist

Name: Emerysia Of Temeria

Face Claim: Adelaide Kane

Love Interest: Tissaia De Vries

Fic Title: Royal Pains

Plot Summary: Emerysia is princess of Temeria and yet she cannot fulfill her duty to her kingdom, because she has the powers of a mage. When her powers are discovered, her mother, Queen Alura, travels with her to Aretuza and delivers her to Tissaia de Vries. There she will learn to control her magic and maybe even stand a chance at saving her kingdom.

Name: Laraya Of Lyria

Face Claim: Katheryn Winnick

Love Interest: Geralt Of Rivia

Fic Title: Unspoken Destiny

Plot Summary: Ever since raiders burned her village when she was a child, killing her parents, Laraya sought to become the ultimate warrior. Through rigorous training she becomes known and feared across the continent. It is only when she encounters Geralt, the infamous Witcher, that she finally meets her match. But Laraya's quest for power does not stop there. Can Geralt deter her from her path before she self destructs?

Name: Minnia Of Redania

Face Claim: Sarah Bolger

Love Interest: Jaskier

Fic Title: Duet

Plot Summary: Trapped in her role as princess, Minnia makes a hasty decision one night to flee the castle and leave her homeland of Redania behind. From there, she takes up the life of a bard, always traveling, always keeping her eyes open for those who are surely looking for her. Her worries are finally cast aside as she meets a fellow bard, Jaskier, who she strikes up a playful rivalry with. But it’s always when your guard is down that trouble catches up with you.

Name: Nari Of Tigg

Face Claim: Yael Grobglas

Love Interest: Calanthe Of Cintra

Fic Title: The Lioness And Her Mage

Plot Summary: Having lived in Tigg all her life, and being the daughter of a nobleman, Nari has wanted for nothing in her life. Ever since her eighteenth birthday, she’s been fighting the inevitable betrothal that her status requires of her. Managing to avoid her fate for two years, she finally has an out when she finds herself donning the powers of a mage. Aretuza is not much better than an arranged marriage, but once her powers are under her control, she can set her sights much higher. She wants to serve Cintra and it’s queen.

Name: Nilenna Of Verden

Face Claim: Ella-Rae Smith

Love Interest: Ciri

Fic Title: Duty Of Care

Plot Summary: Nilenna is an accomplished soldier and converted rogue for the Cintran army. When Cintra's capital was attacked, she found Ciri in the streets and helped her get out of the city. Nilenna saved her because it was her duty, but now that she's stuck getting Ciri to some Witcher, she feels her honor beginning to wane. The two have nothing in common. Nilenna was orphaned at a young age, left to die in fighting pits, working for thieving crews that would betray her at the drop of a hat. While Ciri has lived in the lap of luxury with anything that she desired at the snap of a finger. Can Nilenna's sense of duty outweigh that of her distaste for the spoiled princess, and do they stand a chance of finding some common ground? Enough to actually care for one another?

Name: Runa Amanya

Face Claim: Bruna Marquezine

Love Interest: Yennefer Of Vengerberg

Fic Title: Run, Girl, Run

Plot Summary: Many mages and warriors have tried to save cursed Elven princess Runa, but none have succeeded. She will die on the eve of her one hundredth birthday and time is running out to save her from her fate. When the mage Yennefer tries her hand at breaking Runa's curse, it will take everything they both have in them to unbind her from the magic that has its hold on her.

#the witcher ocs #oc: emerysia of temeria #oc: laraya of lyria #oc: minnia of redania #oc: nari of tigg #oc: nilenna of verden #oc: runa amanya

[fameadventura]

Unbalanced Scale of Love

Like so many, a perfectly imperfect love story unfolded in a quaint little town nestled amidst rolling hills and whispered secrets. It was a tale as old as time, one of choices and sacrifices, where the heart's desires clashed with the harsh realities of life. Like a delicate balance, this love teetered on the edge of joy and heartbreak, forever altering the lives entwined within its grasp.

The town was home to many, but none as radiant as the spirit known as "Krista." Her beauty and charm were the talks of the city, and she had captured the hearts and eyes of many. However, she only found interest in two men - the dreamer and the emotionally intelligent/compassionate individual.

Alexander, the dreamer, had eyes like galaxies and a heart that burned with a love that knew no bounds. He believed their connection would surpass all obstacles, and his hope grew with each passing day. Alexander was also a kind soul with a gentle touch and possessed a tender love that sought to embrace her every flaw. He cherished their shared moments, and his affections flowed like a tranquil river, offering solace and stability. Alexander often surprised her when she felt down with small gestures of love, like poetry and other artsy pieces. He saw in her the promise of a life filled with comfort and security, where they could weather life's storms together easily. He also saw adventure and passion where they could chase/achieve their dreams together, taking her on long walks while pointing out the beauty in the world and how

The other guy, Jeremy, possessing a compassionate love that nurtured her essence, cherished their exchanged vulnerabilities. His affection flowed like a calm river, offering solace and support; while understanding the depths of her heart profoundly. His words and actions echoed his respect for her choices, creating a safe space for her to explore her heart. Jeremy's love offered guidance and support like a steady lighthouse amidst turbulent seas.

Krista was caught in a whirlwind of emotions as the dance of love unraveled. Torn between the alluring passion of the dreamer's love and the respect/loyalty offered by Jeremy, her heart lay fragmented, caught between desire and the fear of breaking what had become familiar. Krista's mind was filled with thoughts of the future, contemplating which path would lead to a happy and fulfilling life.

Their friends, witnesses to this delicate dance, watched with anticipation and sorrow. Whispers of love and longing filled the air, intertwined with unspoken regrets and unfulfilled dreams. They knew a decision was imminent and would leave someone's heart shattered in its wake.

And then, in a moment that would forever alter their intertwined destinies, Krista chose. With his gentle love and steady presence, Jeremy became the anchor she sought to weather life's storms. Though lacking the fiery intensity that had stirred her soul, his passion promised stability and security. She knew that she would have a happy life full of love and comfort with him.

As the words left her lips, Alexander felt his world crumble. The dreamer's heart shattered, his eyes reflecting the pain of unrequited love. The delicate balance tilted in that instant, and he stood on the precipice of heartbreak. He was sure they had something special and were meant to be together. His dreams of a passionate and adventurous life with her crumbled in front of him.

The town held its breath, caught between the joy of newfound love and the ache of a broken heart. Whispers of empathy filled the air, mingling with the weight of unspoken sorrow. Hearts wept for the dreamer, whose love, though fierce and unwavering, had been cast aside.

But life, with its relentless onward march, offered no solace. With a heavy heart and wounded spirit, Alexander retreated into the depths of his dreams, where the memories of their fleeting moments lingered like ghosts. In the wake of her decision, he learned to rebuild, to mend the fragments of his heart, forever marked by the love that slipped through his fingers. He knew he had to move on and find a new path in life, but his heart still ached for her.

The bittersweet love story continued, forever etched in the memories of those who witnessed it. Krista and Jeremy navigated their chosen path, building a life rooted in stability and familiarity. Yet, a trace of longing remained in the air, a whispered reminder of the dreamer's love left unrequited.

Through the years, the town changed, but the memories of their love story endured. Alexander had gone on to chase his dreams elsewhere, but he remembered a love that had burned bright within him. As for Krista and Jeremy, their love had blossomed into a beautiful life filled with family and friends. They knew their love story was imperfect, but they were grateful.

—though the dreamer's heart remained broken, he carried the courage to chase his dreams, even if they slipped through his grasp like fleeting stardust in the night sky.

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[eggcatsreads]

April Reading Wrap-Up

Rating: ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐

Favorite Read of the Month:

A Day of Fallen Night by Samantha Shannon (series)

Back to the universe of Priory of the Orange Tree and into the lives of four women, showing us a course of events that shaped their world for generations to come.

This is the prequel to Samantha Shannon's smash hit The Priory of the Orange Tree where we return to the same world, except 500 years into the past, where we learn what truly happened during that time referenced in Priory when the servants of the Nameless One had awoken. This is a phenomenal series, and Samantha Shannon knows her craft, and these books truly show it. Personally, while this is the prequel, I think you should read Priory first, as it is more action-packed and personally I think it gives an easier time for readers to understand the worldbuilding. Just like in Priory, Fallen incorporates 4 simultaneous storylines until we can finally see how they all interconnect and work together. I think reading Priory first enhances reading Fallen, as there are many things referenced or people present that you know from Priory.

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Other Five Star Reads:

A Thousand Steps Into the Night by Traci Chee

In the realm of Awara, where gods, monsters, and humans exist side by side, Miuko is an ordinary girl resigned to a safe, if uneventful, existence as an innkeeper’s daughter. But when Miuko is cursed and begins to transform into a demon with a deadly touch, she embarks on a quest to reverse the curse and return to her normal life.

Lady MacBethad by Isabelle Schuller

Daughter of an ousted king, descendant of ancient druids, as a child it is prophesied that one day Gruoch will be queen of Alba. When she is betrothed to Duncan, heir elect, this appears to confirm the prophecy but Duncan's court is filled with sly words and unfriendly faces, eventually forcing her to flee for her safety. Gruoch does what she must to survive, vowing that one day she will fulfill her destiny and take up the future owed to her. Whatever it may take.

The Weight of Blood by Tiffany D. Jackson (GR review)

Explore America’s history and legacy of racism in this YA novel following a biracial teenager as her Georgia high school hosts its first integrated prom in this retelling of Carrie.

Sign Here by Claudia Lux

Peyote Trip has a pretty good gig in the deals department on the fifth floor of Hell. Sure, none of the pens work, the coffee machine has been out of order for a century, and the only drink on offer is Jägermeister, but Pey has a plan—and all he needs is one last member of the Harrison family to sell their soul.

The Stranger Times, This Charming Man, Love Will Tear Us Apart by C.K. McDonnell (series)

A weekly newspaper dedicated to the weird and the wonderful (but mostly the weird), it is the go-to publication for the unexplained and inexplicable. At least that's their pitch. Their editor is a drunken, foul-tempered, and foul-mouthed husk of a man who thinks little of the publication he edits. His staff are a ragtag group of misfits. And as for the assistant editor... well, that job is a revolving door--and it has just revolved to reveal Hannah Willis, who's got problems of her own.

If you like urban fantasy - you NEED to read this series. It's hilarious, it's heartfelt, and I read all of these books in a row because I could not stop.

Rest of Books Read Under the Cut:

Rating: ⭐⭐⭐⭐

The Goblin Emperor by Katherine Addison

The youngest, half-goblin son of the Emperor has lived his entire life in exile, distant from the Imperial Court and the deadly intrigue that suffuses it. But when his father and three sons in line for the throne are killed in an "accident," he has no choice but to take his place as the only surviving rightful heir.

The Final Strife by Saara El-Arifi (GR review)

Sylah dreams of days growing up in the resistance, being told she would spark a revolution that would free the empire from the red-blooded ruling classes’ tyranny. Anoor has been told she’s nothing, no one, a disappointment, by the only person who matters: her mother, the most powerful ruler in the empire. Hassa moves through the world unseen by upper classes, so she knows what it means to be invisible. And when she joins forces with Sylah and Anoor, together these grains of sand will become a storm.

The Left-Handed Booksellers of London by Garth Nix

In a slightly alternate London in 1983, Susan Arkshaw is looking for her father, a man she has never met. Merlin is a young left-handed bookseller (one of the fighting ones), who with the right-handed booksellers (the intellectual ones), are an extended family of magical beings who police the mythic and legendary Old World.

A House with Good Bones by T. Kingfisher

A haunting Southern Gothic that explores the dark, twisted roots lurking just beneath the veneer of a perfect home and family.

The House of Whispers by Anna Mazzola

Rome, 1938. As the world teeters on the brink of war, talented pianist Eva Valenti enters the house of widower Dante Cavallera to become his new wife. On the outside, the forces of Fascism are accelerating, but in her new home, Eva fears that something else is at work, whispering in the walls and leaving mysterious marks on Dante's young daughter.

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Rating: ⭐⭐⭐

Confessions by Kanae Minato

After an engagement that ended in tragedy, all Yuko Moriguchi had to live for was her four-year-old child, Manami. Now, after a heartbreaking accident on the grounds of the middle school where she teaches, Yuko has given up and tendered her resignation. But first, she has one last lecture to deliver. She tells a story that will upend everything her students ever thought they knew about two of their peers, and sets in motion a maniacal plot for revenge.

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Rating: ⭐⭐

Just Like Home by Sarah Gailey (GR review)

“Come home.” Vera’s mother called and Vera obeyed. In spite of their long estrangement, in spite of the memories — she's come home, back to the home of a serial killer, the house that he built, her home. Back to face the love she had for her father and the bodies he buried there.

Rivers of London by Been Aaronovitch (GR review)

Probationary Constable Peter Grant dreams of being a detective in London’s Metropolitan Police. Peter’s prospects change in the aftermath of a puzzling murder, when he gains exclusive information from an eyewitness who happens to be a ghost. 

You know how I asked if you liked urban fantasy when I suggested you read The Stranger Times? Yeah, read that instead. In this urban fantasy novel the author somehow made a story that would have been less sexist and misogynistic if there were no women in the book. I'm serious. If there were no women in this novel it would have made me less uncomfortable. Every single women in this book is described as sexy, with big boobs, and we get a WHOLE INTERNAL MONOLOGUE about how hard it makes the main dude's dick - and even when he's called out on it it's played off as "oh isn't he silly! He can't talk to any woman, including his coworker, without thinking about having sex with her and being a fucking creep!" Fuck off.

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Books read so far this year: 47

How I rate books.

#books #booklr #reading wrap up #reading wrap up 2023 #april #april 2023 #long post #bookblr

[shaykhpod-blog]

PODTAFSEER: CHAPTER 2 - AL BAQARAH, VERSE 78 – PART 4

“And among them [people of the book] are unlettered ones who do not know the Scripture [the Torah and Bible] except [indulging in] wishful thinking, but they are only assuming.”

  Many Muslims who have adopted this type of ignorance will eventually reach a level where they live in wishful thinking in respect to Allah, the Exalted. For example, they will refuse to learn and act on the Holy Quran and instead assume as Allah, the Exalted, is All Forgiving and Merciful He will forgive them in the hereafter. Even though Allah, the Exalted, is All Forgiving and Merciful He has made it clear that Muslims must strive to learn and act on the Holy Quran and the traditions of the Holy Prophet Muhammad, peace and blessings be upon him. So in reality, this mentality is not true hope in Allah, the Exalted, it is merely wishful thinking.

  Even though there is no doubt that the mercy of Allah, the Exalted, is infinite and can overcome all sins. And giving up hope in the infinite mercy of Allah, the Exalted, is defined as unbelief in chapter 12 Yusuf, verse 87:

  “…Indeed, no one despairs of relief from Allah except the disbelieving people."

  Yet, none the less it is extremely important for Muslims to understand a fact. Namely, a Muslim has not been guaranteed to leave this world with their faith meaning, a Muslim is in danger of dying as a non-Muslim. This is the greatest loss. If this happens it does not take a scholar to conclude where this person will reside in the hereafter. This can occur when a Muslim abandons learning and acting on Islamic knowledge, persists on sins especially, major sins, such as drinking alcohol and fails to offer their obligatory prayers and reaches their end without sincerely repenting from their sins. This is the reason why Muslims must sincerely repent from all their sins and strive to fulfil all their obligatory duties as this is a task they can undoubtedly fulfil. Chapter 2 Al Baqarah, verse 286:

  “Allah does not charge a soul except [with that within] its capacity…”

  They should not be fooled into believing they possess hope in the mercy of Allah, the Exalted. As true hope in the mercy of Allah, the Exalted, is supported by obedience to Allah, the Exalted, through actions. This involves fulfilling His commands, refraining from His prohibitions and facing destiny with patience. Failing to do this and then expecting the mercy and forgiveness of Allah, the Exalted, is not hope in His mercy it is merely wishful thinking which has no weight or significance. This has been clearly warned by the Holy Prophet Muhammad, peace and blessings be upon him, in a Hadith found in Jami At Tirmidhi, number 2459.

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[cosmicangel888]

Discernment is the tool to Mastery - Know Thyself 5D practice & Human Healing

Let's be very clear, anyone doing spell work on anyone, 'occult crime' to swindle, confuse, shame, guilt, scheme into sex groupie experiences, then blackmail, or any of the such; be it business idea and scheming, playing masking businesses, and any other corrupt scheme is about the same tactics as mental abuse, slavery, emotional degradation, and physical harm;

Not only is it highly immoral, on so many levels, but few ever, due to the disconnect with their consciousness of spirit, conscience, wounding of their own inner child; superficiality obsessions, no sense of self, greed and control issues, again stemming from no sense of self; which again, are all healable - and why would one not choose to heal as opposed to cause such malice, drama, karma, pain, suffering, damage, loss, and so on, affecting all within a community, family, and nation - this is only 1 example of how abuse of energy, abuse of information, and harm is done when not aligning with the higher self and benevolence of beings for humanity's ascension = but only to bring such chaos, disorder, pain, suffering of which none involved, through such reckless and careless choices, ever considered the harm and damage to the children involved; families, or loved ones on the periferral -

Are the reckless choices of a few minutes of temptation worth it?

When you choose to love yourself, creating healthy sense of self, security and knowing who you are, loving yourself within all choices and ensuring you practice mental, emotional and physical care; you need not go to such energy's to feed your ego; to think a few good looking people on your arm are the trick to fulfillment - or a few bids to confuse, defame, or take clients, subscribers, do spell work on a community to confuse, bring poverty, ill will and whatever else such mentally unstable do for their worthiness or mortgage payments, I would offer in all ways; nothing and no one is worthy such mess.

And how is the spell work that has been used for eons to control, ever ok;

The laws of One, Non-interference are so key and all must truly get and when it is abused, misused; all have a part to play to bring fairness, truth, integrity and justice for all - none deserve such abuse;

All play a part at bringing the vibration of our planet to new heights, by recognizing when mental imbalances, transactions of lower degrading human buying, paying, exchange are conformed as normal or ok, and to set new standards and higher level of intentions for balanced, loving, caring, kind, honouring, sacred connections that when you choose to devote to feeling better, living in lighter space of mind, body, soul, spirit - you tend to choose higher vibrational situations and those that want to practice such ways;

To the sacredness of our planet, plants, herbs, ocean life, nature and wildlife, to one another - how could anyone sleep at night when such deceit, malice, targeted scheming and plotting intentional long-term nefarious action with abuse of energy - all know the depths of karma involved in anyone doing so; be it tapping into anyones Akash, destiny at play, interfering with energy or spell work to defuse, block, stalk, degradation of anyone's choices and ability of choices and how discerning for oneself, knowing of thyself - limits the ability for anyone to take gross advantage of anyone - and play games with the legal system and justice systems to be thwarted by also the misuse and abuse of information, evidence, energy, and gifts from spirit;

All will know the gifts, and talents abused are immediately turned off; and spell work sent back on the continued lack of care when spirit has spoken to all involved and all know - all have the proof of spirit heeding their disrespect of any fellow human and their own path of healing; The children do not derisive the karma of their parents choices - period.

So - all purposeful - but my offering is, none even cared for a second, of the affect on those that were innocent, the children, and the harm and healing, and restoration to the multi-dimensional bodies, minds, hearts, and souls that is trespassed and trampled on as if we are in a sick and tormenting game of warlock and spell coven for benefits and financial control ~

How has the loving honour of the occult, masonry, and other sacred gifts, tools, skills that were practiced in very high honour with sacred ceremony turned to such malice and greed - masonry was never ever meant to be what is has been warped into todays mistreatment of life - or sacrificial entitlement and debasing of any level of life in our planetary experience - those entering are intrigued by false power for their are searching for their own sense of self rather than going within and seeking the only true sense of self -

We have been taken so far off course of who we are and yet time and time again - we utter - 'go within' for that is where anything anyone wishes to ever be, experience, manifest, explore is far beyond what any drug, or money would ever be able to provide - ©

The connection and experience with spirit and our celestial teams, families, healing yourself, and what you are able to attune to with spirit is not even in the same ball park as the corruption we have allowed into our 'normal' social life - and yet we have become numb and dumb to it and not question or speak to it like it is a 'don't go there or elephant in the room' - dysfunction is dysfunction and as we discover our true multi-dimensionality every lack of self, limitation, or misguided step to reach out before you reach within - it is all valuable lessons on how to truly and what truly defines you -

Falsities of money, title, or any other outer thing - my god we have been offering this for centuries - means nothing unless you are aligned with spirit and connected with your own sense of being, self, and inner state of peace - true fulfillment never will ever come from the temptations of the material -

When someone offers you anything - what is the motive, how will they gain; will they want you to stay stuck in lower vibrations to stay in their company while they choose to not change and heal? Again, you wanted every situation to practice at being a master - so all is purposeful -

There will be a time in which you choose with self love and honour; enough is enough and none have the right to play with your life as if it is a game and means nothing more than their selfish interest to take and manipulate - and how much power you truly have to reclaim your power, voice, energy, light, and begin a self loving practice to your life and soul - soul connection with you - and understanding what ascension, soul fragment healing, inner wounding, childhood healing is all about -

When they want company to stagnate their own potential and mistreat their body, mind, soul - spirit is all that is compassion and understanding is key to navigate away and beyond such tactics that become harassing and stalking -

Know your rights, and put a firm stop to that which plays games on your energy, work, platforms, and fields by your own self love and self care and boundaries and rules of engagement by those that simply don't care;

true soul mates and true friends do not stalk, harass, or do spell work to confuse, block, bring poverty or keep you stuck in toxic harmful cycles

true soul mates, and tribe never force or press or manipulate stories and games, schemes, or sacrifice in any way; nor would spirit in the alignment of higher vibrational reality ever ask of any such tactics; so be discerning on 5D alignment groups, and practioners that you choose engage with -

spirited aligned are always enlightened, uplifting, empowering, encouraging of your own power - your own choice, your own sovereignty with spirit within -

All are at varying ages of, stages of consciousenss and not all will understand nor tap into spirit equally - but know that none have any right to block your chakra's or tap into your birth chart or get 100 readings on you to see when you are meant to hit it rich, or go through a dark nigh of the soul for their own selfish gain and then do spell work to siphon, pimp out your energy and gifts, ideas, content to be sold to the highest bidder. - again, how has our sacred becoming become so toxic?

The occult used to be so sacred and honoured in its practices with reverence and honour to the gifts, and tools of sacred majesty - in balance with nature, wildlife, and never sacrificial - 5D is not, never will ever use sacrificial tactics and taking of anything - so again, be very sure of who, what feels truthful and what and where they are getting their guidance from -

5D light, alignment with our grids, 5 Dearth spirit would never ever ever advise of the harming of anyone or anything -

Crime is not necessary

Crime is the affect of our wounding - and all is healable - violence is not necessary - all is healable

Blessings and light

Self love is everything - self care opens you to spiritual alignment -

Joanna

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[kismatguruin]

The reason why you should learn astrology

The issue of why one should learn astrology and why it has been so successful as the oldest science in the world occurs in everyone's thoughts as a novice.

Kismat Guru would certainly clear up all of your doubts, but in order to do so, you must have an astrology certification. Once you realize this, you will understand why astrology has been compared to a staircase going to your deeper self.

It lays out the hope that you don't have to live your life just responding to everything that happens to you; rather, you may, within certain bounds, control your own course and, as a result, come to a deeper understanding of who you are.

However, if you are undecided about learning astrology and searching for some astrology courses near me, Kismat Guru is the ideal solution to your issue and provides the best online astrology course, following which none of your doubts will remain and nothing will prevent you from discovering your inner self in the service of cosmic objects.

Reasons to learn astrology

●    Horoscope and beyond:

The forces of the universe may be beyond our comprehension, but we have a strong suspicion that they are very strong. The 12 signs that come to mind when discussing astrology. They represent the 12 zodiacal constellations. This is a simple entry point for many people due to the accessibility of information. For instance, it's easy to read an Aries horoscope online.

However, in order to fully comprehend it for your own benefit and to grasp the profundity of its meaning, you must possess a mastery of astrology, which you can acquire after studying with a kismat guru. You no longer need to set up appointments or schedule time to take classes because now you can have astrology courses online with Kismat Guru.

This is referred to as sun-sign astrology, and it serves as the foundation for horoscope sections in periodicals and newspapers. You can get forecasts and advice using just your birth information.

●    Understand your karma!

Astrology is a crucial tool for comprehending your karmas! It was regarded as one of the most significant tools for self-discovery in ancient times. We were created at the precise moment when the planets in the sky lined up with the karma that we must fulfil in this life.

If you have similar questions, now is the ideal time for you to Learn Astrology Online India. Kismat Guru will teach you everything you need to know about this branch of astrology, so you won't have to wait to fully comprehend it.

You will comprehend that nothing in your life happened by accident once you have a clear understanding of your birth chart.

●    Unified theory of life:

Astrology is not a single philosophy or method.

It includes everything, from conventional wisdom to cutting-edge science. Some astrologers firmly believe in destiny, while others believe in free will.

You can take an online astrology course through Kismat Guru and get insight into the worlds governed by the enigmatic energy that underlies our existence.

But, as we would argue, astrology doesn't really focus on predicting the future. The exploration of human character and personality in depth is the main goal. The previously mentioned free will is an important element of the puzzle because it allows us the opportunity to take charge of the things that happen in our lives.

●    Take steps towards improving yourself

Although there are several ways to use astrology, this is the most beneficial. You can find areas in your life that need to alter or better by looking at your own birth chart, and you can then take the best possible action on those areas.

[jezel]

REVEALING OUR TRUE SELF

When we take a look back throughout our childhood, our thoughts and feelings were more than likely expressions of our true self. Though we may have learned quickly that to speak and act in a certain fashion would win others' approval, or not, we understood innately that we were no ‘ordinary’ human being. How great would it be to recapture the authenticity we once articulated so freely? I’ve learnt through my practice of meditation that it can liberate us from the bonds of those earthly customs that compel us to downplay our uniqueness. I also find spending quality time in nature can remind us of the special role we were meant to play in this lifetime. In order to realise our purpose, we need to embrace our true self by letting our light shine forth, no matter the consequences. 

Our true selves exist whether we acknowledge them or not, often buried under learned behaviour. We get lost between identity, processes and outcomes. Identity is an elusive concept and it is a layer of change we most need to consider and look into. We feel we must define ourselves using a relatively small selection of roles and conscious character traits, even if none accurately represents our notion of "self." This causes confusion surrounding our true nature and is further compounded by the fact that society regularly asks us to suppress so much of our emotional, intellectual and spiritual vibrancy. Yet as we learn through our Yoga practice, we are, in truth, beings of light. We are pure energy inhabiting physical bodies, striving for enlightenment while living earthly lives. When we recognise our power, our luminosity and our divinity, we can live authentic lives of appreciation, potential, fulfilment and grace. 

Rediscovering who we are, apart from our roles and traits, takes time and also courage. If, like many, we have denied our authenticity for a long while, we may find it difficult to separate our true identity from the identity we have created to cope with the world around us. Once we rediscover this authentic self within, we will experience a wonderful sense of wholeness as we reconcile our spiritual aspect and our physical aspect, as well as our inner- and outer-world personas. As we gradually adjust to this developing unity, our role as a being of light will reveal itself to us and we will discover that we have a marvelous destiny to fulfil. 

In my studies of Breathwork we have been aligning with changing the deepest layers of making positive change to our identity. Being open to changing old beliefs that may no longer serve us, our worldview, our self image and our judgements about ourselves and others. When we focus on uncovering what is in the way of rediscovering our true self we can start focusing on who we wish to become. 

As part of the Breathwork modality it brings to light our limitations and we learn to be a full self first and then we can make our best daily decisions from there. This leads to being fully able to control our decisions from our own internal world and let go of being controlled externally. How wonderful to be in the world, not of the world … 

If you would like to find out more take a look at www.yogacircle.net/breathwork I look forward to connecting with you soon.

[thepixelelf]

Title: the price of existence

#ideas.tpe #kpop boy (kb) is immortal #and hundreds of years ago some oracle or something warns him of someone who is destined to end his immortality #'they will wear many faces and be given many names; but in one life or the next; or the next; or the next; they will bring about your end.' #reincarnation of a destined soul #'they will live as many lives as it takes to fulfill this destiny. none will look the same; but you will know who they are' #this TERRIFIES kb who spends centuries literally murdering every reincarnation of this soul that he meets #until this time; this turn of the century; when it's you #and he doesn't know why he doesn't just kill you #he keeps telling himself it's because modernity makes it harder and harder to get away with it #but still; he can't find himself /wanting/ to hurt you in the first place despite knowing exactly who you are- what soul you carry #and blah blah blah he falls in love with you and you with him #and after a while he wonders why you haven't killed him yet #that's your destiny isn't it? to end his immortality? to end him? to finally make him pay the price? #and maybe years pass; and he realizes slowly that... you have. he's changed a little. his bones sometimes ache from overuse; he bleeds #he's aging. you didn't kill him; but you have ended his immortality by making him want to grow old with you #he doesn't want to lose you to time like he has with every single other entity in his life #he'd gladly pay the price of existence for you — impermanence #for you; he'd hold your hand as he chooses not to stay