LOAssumption practitioners upon the slightest pushback against their community and beliefs. I wasn't even being mean exactly, just expressing my frustration. And yes, while my method is based on assumptions on the end of the day, it is still different from mainstream most popular LOA usage that you think of when you hear "LOA" that's why I'm making the distinction
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vs LOA fanatics
Why are you so fucking fragile? Just assume I don't exist lol or go shift yourself to a DR where I don't exist
Also the use of the word "bitch" for some random woman on the internet... Really telling on you. You could have at least got off anon and maybe used an account that wasn't an empty burner one lol But you're a fucking toddler so not a surprise
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"[Elizabeth Woodville's] piety as queen seems to have been broadly conventional for a fifteenth-century royal, encompassing pilgrimages, membership of various fraternities, a particular devotion to her name saint, notable generosity to the Carthusians, and the foundation of a chantry at Westminster after her son was born there. ['On other occasions she supported planned religious foundations in London, […] made generous gifts to Eton College, and petitioned the pope to extend the circumstances in which indulgences could be acquired by observing the feast of the Visitation']. One possible indicator of a more personal, and more sophisticated, thread in her piety is a book of Hours of the Guardian Angel which Sutton and Visser-Fuchs have argued was commissioned for her, very possibly at her request."
-J.L. Laynesmith, "Elizabeth Woodville: The Knight's Widow", "Later Plantagenet and Wars of the Roses Consorts: Power, Influence, Dynasty"
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wip whenever
@coldshrugs tagged me on this one AGES ago. and I've been in a weird headspace with writing so since I wrote like few paragraphs on this one today I was like "it's now or never" so here, extremely late but better than never ? I think ? it sure isn't wip wednesday or whatever lol. anyway under read more we go!
tagging: I still am not sure which of my followers write so :) if you want to do this PLS pretend I tagged you here!! I always want to read your fics.
for context: right after that first quest when we met y'shtola on the first. thancred excuses himself, minfilia asks to go with the wol and runar around slitherbough but thesa asks for a moment to go after thancred before anything else. it's wolcred + pre-relationship, like 90% of my fics.
“Don't mention it,” Thesa says before standing up. She speaks with a tone that translates as if she doesn't want to talk about it again — which does sound like she's scolding him, if he's being honest — but the viera stops in front of him with their hands still linked, so Thancred doesn't really complain all that much. “I'm taking her with me for a stroll through the village.”
“Be my guest,” he laughs — though there's a sign of relief there as he throws his hands up in surrender. If he's happy to rest off his obligations for a while or if it's because he realized she's not that mad at him, Thesa can't tell. Still, he adds with that familiar amused delivery of his, “unlike you, Minfilia isn't reckless, but she's a bit too naive sometimes. Keep your eyes on her, please.”
“I'm an expert dealing with both kinds of teens, trust me.” She hits her chest confidently, though her smile is warm now there’s something else in there. Thancred asks himself if this is the longest she has been away from the twins.
And, of course, there was no need for the suddenly confession, but he does all the same: “I always do.” It's accompanied by a smile as he clasps her hand before she can distance herself again and brings it to his lips again. This time without checking out the people around him — to which a young adult elezen sure is entertained to witness in the back — his eyes never leaving her, he mutters with his lips still over her fingers. “We also have matters to settle, you and I.”
Thesa squeezes his hands lightly. “I'm well aware,” she nods, taking her hand away from him to stroke his cheek for a few seconds before letting her hand fall to her side. “Later, though.”
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