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piizunn · 3 months

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not your founding father (mouthpiece)

My thoughts on Louis Riel being named first premier of Manitoba.

Taanshi kiyawow, Riel dishinikashoon. I descend maternally from seven Métis families from the historic Red River Settlement in Manitoba and Batoche, Saskatchewan. Notably, my Berthelett ancestors worked for the North West Company and were community leaders in the Métis settlement of Pointe a Grouette before it was systemically overtaken by French settlers who claim we formed no roots in the area (St. Onge). My Caron ancestors from Batoche fought in the North West Resistance alongside Louis Riel and Gabriel Dumont. My fifth-great-uncle Jean Caron Sr. fought alongside his sons at the age of 52; his house still stands in Batoche to this day, where thousands of Métis make pilgrimages every year to remember the events of 1885.

What do you know about Louis Riel?

I can only read his words and imagine what guidance he would have provided had he lived longer than 41 years. Or imagine myself in his place as he walked to the gallows on November 16th, 1885. As a child when I visited Manitoba my grandpa and my kokum would take me to visit his grave, just as they did with my mother, who named me ‘Riel’.

We are inextricably linked through time and across our homelands. What’s in a name? Unasked for? Not yet earned? I do not yet know who I am to my people but I carry an important name and the trickster’s spirit, and with these comes the responsibility of understanding and revealing cultural and societal truths (Stimson).

I am still growing into my name

Today I am a mouthpiece

An interpreter of the past

What do you know about the trial of Louis Riel?

July 31st, 1885, Riel gives his final speech. Historical weather data shows that it was a hot day in Regina. Cooler than the days before but still hot with the swelter of the plains. He spoke long, in English, not the language of his birth.

“The day of my birth I was helpless and my mother took care of me although she was not able to do it alone; there was someone to help her to take care of me and I lived. Today, although a man, I am as helpless before this court, in the Dominion of Canada and in this world, as I was helpless on the knees of my mother the day of my birth. The Northwest is also my mother; it is my mother country and although my mother country is sick and confirmed in a certain way, there are some from Lower Canada who came to help her to take care of me during her sickness and I am sure that my mother country will not kill me more than my mother did forty years ago when I came into the world, because a mother is always a mother, and even if I have my faults, if she can see I am true, she will be full of love for me.”

“When I came into the Northwest in July, the 1st of July 1884, I found the Indians suffering. I found the half-breeds eating the rotten pork of the Hudson Bay Company and getting sick and weak every day. Although a half-breed, and having no pretension to help the whites, I also paid attention to them. [...] We have made petitions, I have made petitions with others to the Canadian government asking to relieve the condition of this country.”

“We have taken time; we have tried to unite all classes, even may speak, all parties.”

“During my life I have aimed at practical results. I have writings, and after my death I hope that my spirit will bring practical results.”

“When we sent petitions to the Government, they used to answer us by sending police [...] There are papers which the Crown has in its hands, and which show that demoralisation exists among the police, if you will allow me to say it in the court, as I have said it in writing.”

“If I am blessed without measure I can see something into the future, we all see into the future more or less.”

“The only things I would like to call your attention to before you retire to deliberate are:

1st That the House of Commons, Senate and Ministers of the Dominion, and who make laws for this land and govern it, are no representation whatever of the people of the North-West.

2nd That the North-West Council generated by the Federal Government has the great defect of its parent.

3rd The number of members elected for the Council by the people make it only a sham representative legislature and no representative government at all.”

“I have never had any pay. It has always been my hope to have a fair living one day. It will be for you to pronounce - if you say I was right, you can conscientiously acquit me, as I hope through the help of God you will. You will console those who have been fifteen years around me only partaking in my sufferings. What you will do in justice to me, in justice to my family, in justice to my friends, in justice to the North-West, will be rendered a hundred times to you in this world, and to use a sacred expression, life everlasting in the other.”

What do you know about Louis Riel?

I have done this walk in my mind so many times that I have lost count. Historical accounts of the day note that it was a chill, clear, autumn morning. The prairies stretched out, silver frost bathed in sunlight. He faced it all and was brave until the end. Despite reports of it being destroyed, former premier of Manitoba Duff Roblin and his family, and the RCMP gloat over the supposed fragments of the rope that hanged the traitor, and I wonder how long the rope would be if you lined up every single scrap of twine rumoured to be the noose that killed Riel?

Does it make you feel less guilty to call him a founding father? Canadians are only able to remember him through his murder and not through his words that can still animate his presence. Written words and objects once owned are ghosts, extensions of our bodies and spirits. When I read his letters and journals I see the urgency in his penmanship, and I think about the sweat and invisible oils of his skin becoming a part of each page as he wrote and wrote and wrote. I wonder where each journal travelled with him during his exile, and why he chose each book. There is one with an illustration of a guardian angel watching over two children, and I wonder if he thought of himself as one of them being shepherded through life by his ancestors.

Canadians argue about whether or not Riel should have been hanged instead of talking about what he had believed and said and accomplished, and what he wanted to do with the rest of his life had it not been cut short.

No one talks about his dreams or his fears, and he did not live long enough to answer the question of if he would have wanted to be revered as the first premier of Manitoba. Or, in response would he ask for clean water for all, to stop the sweeps, and starlight tours? Would he ask for the Winnipeg police to search the landfills for our murdered women instead of brutalizing and killing us? Would he call for an end to all colonialism and genocide? Or would he simply ask for a place to smudge and be in peace for a while?

When we send petitions to the government they still answer us by sending the police, before turning around and calling Louis Riel a founding father (Riel).

Canada cannot answer these questions for him by giving him that title posthumously, only sit with the discomfort of blood-soaked hands, and wonder how different things would have been had that sacred fire not been snuffed out in 1885.

I cannot answer these questions for him either

And I am still growing into our name.

Works Cited

Riel, Louis. Excerpts from his final statement in court on trial, July 31st, 1885

Stimson, Adrian, “Buffalo Boy: Then and Now.” Fuse Magazine, vol. 32, no. 2, 2009, pp. 18-25.

St-Onge, Nicole J.M. “The Dissolution of a Métis Community: Pointe à Grouette, 1860–1885.” Studies in Political Economy 18.1 (1985): 149–172. Web.

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meion · 6 days

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i need to bitch about my HOA or im going to freakig lose it

this isn't even what prompted this post, but last week we were informed each unit is being charged $10k for roof repairs, due in full July 1st... I now understand special assessment fees are necessary sometimes, but they are offering NO payment plan options which feels insane. The response given by the HOA on that was "umm sorry u can call the city to see if they have any financial aid options" -_-

Also back in december they admitted to losing 300k in reserve funds cause a board member let their account go inactive lol

im over the shock of that by now ig, but whats REALLY pissing me off requires some background sorry this is long

i posted about this some in the past, but since I moved here I've had repeated issues with a neighbor parking in my spot. I would say it's a bit more egregious than normal, cause i need a wheelchair (stored in garage) to get around outside of my home, so i'm literally trapped if his car is there. Several times I've not been able to leave for errands when I need, or I return home and i can't get my wheelchair back in

here's an old diagram i made to visualize it better:

it took a bit to find out who the owner of the car was, but this guy has been FULLY informed of how this impacts me, multiple times by written note and in person. Doesn't give a shit, he just stops for a little bit then starts doing it again. HOA won't do anything because they take too long to respond and the car is gone by then. This has been happening on-and-off for over 3 years

A few months ago I just started putting a traffic cone in my spot, and that surprisingly stopped him. i can finally stop worrying about it n_n

so anyway last night i got a violation notice for 'improperly stored belongings'. they sent me a little picture of the cone in my driveway. i went fucking ballistic lol its so hard to get me that mad. i hope they eat shit. ok i have to write a civil email to them now contesting the violation

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Some additional bizarre fucking details about the parking situation i can't make sense of:

The car that parks there regularly changes, maybe every few months? This leads me to be like... oh i'm not 100% its him this time, maybe it's not fair to tow them? (it is him every time)

A police officer came once, they didn't help ofc lol but they ran the plates and told me the car was registered to a senior woman? (neighbor is like a 30 something dude)

Since I put the cone in, my gf has observed this guy parking in other neighbor's spots and also BACKING OUT OF A COMPLETELY DIFFERENT NEIGHBOR'S GARAGE (how???)

Not related to parking, but the neighbor frequently has people come to his door at weird hours (3-4 am) and knock HARD for like 10 minutes straight. i gotta assume hes dealing drugs or something. i don't care but the knocking is annoying if im in the front room lol

#im mad. im pissed.#given those additional details i feel like there is something weird going on aside from him being a huge piece of shit

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miastideclock · 1 year

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a year with bang chan, "january 2nd."

word count: 646 warnings: not edited notes: the song really gives me the vibes i wanted for this little thing, so if you would like to listen to it while reading, i hope it gives you the same feelings it gave me!

january 2nd ⁺₊ february 14th ⁺₊ march 2nd ⁺₊ april 17th ⁺₊ may 30th ⁺₊ june 4th ⁺₊ july 14th ⁺₊ august 1st ⁺₊ september 12th ⁺₊ october 3rd ⁺₊ november 1st ⁺₊ december 31st

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int. living room. night.

"okay, i'm ready!" chan called out, inviting you to join him in the living room. you peeked your head past the corner you stood behind.

"you sure?" you questioned him, and he nodded slowly with a grin on his face, from his seat on the couch. you then leaped forward, exposing your whole body and revealing your outfit- the one you had put on just for him.

you were clad in a massive rudolph sweater and elf tights, as well as some santa-beard slippers. chan instantly broke out laughing as you proudly showed it off, strutting up and down the floor in front of the sofa. "you like?" you asked as you sat down in his lap.

"oh, i love!" he assured you, still laughing a little. you giggled along and then patted his chest twice, signalling for him to come with you.

even though christmas and new years were well past, you and chan were celebrating it january 2nd. it was the first day were both of you were free, so here you were, pretending it was christmas a week and a half late.

you dragged him over to your tree and sat down on the floor. it looked a bit sparse with only two presents underneath said tree, but you didn't care.

"do you wanna go first?" you asked him, judging from his actions that he was pretty excited. the whole man was bouncing around in his seat on the floor, grinning like a mad man. he eagerly nodded and reached for the bigger of the two gifts. he quickly, but carefully unwrapped the present.

you had gone weeks wondering what to get him., but one day you walked by a jeweler when you got the idea. chan had been upset a while back over the fact that a bracelet you had gotten him had unlatched and fallen off while on stage, only to never be seen again. so when you entered the jeweler and found a bracelet that had to be locked onto the wrist snugly with a key, you knew you had the perfect present. in addition to this, you had gotten him a second of his favorite hoodie, as you had stolen his long ago.

"a hoodie! and this has to be the most beautiful bracelet i have ever seen. and it's one of those lockable ones!?" he grew more and more excited as he spoke, his smile so big you were sure it hurt his cheeks. you nodded with glee as he took the jewelry out of the casing and held it up for you to put it on him. you did as you were asked and could feel his eyes on you the entire time. "bubba, this is perfect." he grinned. you leaned over and gave him a kiss as he thanked you.

he then grabbed the only remaining present under the tree and handed it to you. it was small, and perfectly cube formed. you tried shaking it to your ear, but it made no sound. you unwrapped it and revealed a white jewelry box with a logo on top of it. you looked up at chan who only nudged you to keep going. you removed the lid and saw a black and silver ring looking back at you. recognizing the ring immediately, your eyes darted over at chans hands. he had his own ring very much still on his finger. you carefully removed the ring from the box and looked at it. it was stunning, you'd always thought so.

"so we can match. it could be sort of like a promise ring. that is, if you want me-" you didn't even let the man finish his statement before you reached over and kissed him.

"i promise to be yours as long as you promise to be mine."

cheers, bentley♡

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hisserenity · 2 years

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I Would’ve

Pairing: Urban Wyatt x Reader

Based off of I would’ve by Jessie Murph

I would’ve love you for the rest of your life.

7 years wasted. 7 years of my life I will never get back.

May 28th 2015, the day you asked me to be yours.

July 6th 2015, we had two firsts together, we made love that night and said I love you. I was in complete euphoria.

February 9th 2017, you were rolling a joint and you were so focused, the blue in your angel eyes standing out. That’s when I realized that I was madly in love with you.

August 24th 2019, you made a promise to me. A promise that I was your forever and that you were going to marry me one day. I wish I had known that it wasn’t true.

July 16th 2021, my miscarriage. We didn’t know that I was pregnant. You were so kind, caring and patient. You cleaned me up and sat in the bath with me while we cried together.

June 1st 2022. When those words left your mouth, my entire world came crumbling down. We need to break up, you said and I just wanted to curl up and let the universe swallow me whole.

I wish you would’ve told me that we weren’t forever before I wasted 7 years with you. I hope that whatever the reason is for leaving me is worth it. I hope it’s worth all the sorrow and heartbreak I’m going through, I really do. I hope that you are happy and thriving because no matter what I go through, as long as your okay and happy then it doesn’t matter.

I hope that you choose me in our next lifetime that we share because my choice will always be you. If there is ever a lifetime that we don’t share, I’d rather be the old cat lady then be without you. I’m in love with you and I’m sure I always will be. I hope that you get to live the best life you can. Tell Jack and the others that I will miss them and I hope to see them again.

Before I finish this letter, I just wanted to say this to you.

I would've loved you. Would've stayed up all night.

I could've loved you for the rest of your life.

Would've taken the marijuana off your lips.

Ripped the bottle from your fist.

I would've loved you.

I would’ve loved you for the rest of your life Urban Wyatt. And I probably still will. I may not be your forever, but you will always be mine. You will always be my person.

Eyes filling up with tears as Urban reads your letter that you had Metta give to him. How bad he wants to tell you that it wasn’t his choice, that he was told that he is a part of Jack’s image and him having a girlfriend wasn’t fitting the playboy image. That all he wanted to do the minute those words left his mouth, was to tell you that he didn’t want to leave you and that you are everything he ever dreamed of. But he can’t, he’s tried but you won’t answer his calls or messages, you’re ignoring him and it’s killing him.

Jack brings him out of his thoughts. ‘Hey Urb, you alright man?’ Urban looks up from the letter in his hands and that’s when Jack notices the tears. He never cries. ‘Hey man, what’s wrong?’ Urban can’t find his words so he hands the letter to Jack for him to read himself.

‘Urban, man you gotta call her. Let her know that it wasn’t your decision. You’ve gotta get her back. You having a girlfriend doesn’t effect my image, fuck what they say. You’re depressed and boring and we miss y/n.”

Without looking up from his lap Urban responds. ‘I can’t Jack. She won’t answer any of my calls and she’s ignoring my messages. I’ve lost her and I don’t know what to do.’ Before Urban even finished his sentence, Jack already pulled out his phone and dialed your number.

‘Hi! You’ve reached y/n. I’m sorry I missed your call but let me know who you are so I can call you back. Bye!’

Right to voicemail, again. Leaving Urban to wonder if you’re okay. He goes to bed that night praying that you’re okay and that after some time, maybe, just maybe you’d forgive him and let him explain so the two of you can finish building the life you’ve talked about the past 7 years.

Maybe going to make a part 2 of this if y’all like it enough. Let me know! <3

#urbanwyatt #urban Wyatt x reader #urbanwyatt imagine #Jack Harlow

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nexusnyx · 2 years

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1 Year Sleepover 🌙

Hello, lovelies, and welcome to my 1 Year Sleepover and 7k Celebration Party!✨

First of all: thank you from the bottom of my heart to every single one of you who's followed me so far. To the ones that comment, talk to me, share, and give me new ideas for stories and more reasons to keep coming, posting & sharing my silly little scenarios: you're my MVPs. I love you. Here's me magically smooching your forehead: *mwah*.

Second: to my adored mutuals, the tag in this post is no pressure, of course! I come here to cordially invite you all thought to my sleepover — welcome to my cabin, make yourself at home, can I get you anything? — and tell you all that we can do together. Also, a big shout out to @buckysbarnes and her immensurable talent for making me my sleepover gif! I love you, Malin.

Last but not least, I just wanna say that this safe space and little corner of the internet has made me happy and smile a lot this past year. I hope you know I mean it :)

Without further ado, let's go ✨

(Everything I post from this sleepover will be tagged: #nyxieparty7k. From posts to one-shots, drabbles, questions asked & answered—everything will have the #nyxieparty7k tag, so if you don't like this kind of thing, feel free to mute it :D)

⋅☾ The Night Sky Challenge ☽⋅

— #nightskychallenge —

I present to you my 1st Writing Challenge!

The theme is inspired by me, clearly :) I'll list below the fortnight challenge I intend to follow for July. The idea is for me to post a scenario, either a short blurb or a longer one-shot with each prompt for two weeks straight (11—25), giving me some time to work on other things if I want to, but I may not be able to do all of them.

If you want to write any of these, I'll be honored to read them on the day of the Challenge. Tag me with #nightskychallenge and I will read and share them. The settings for (almost!) all of them will be my realm: the night. Any characters are welcome, any amount (or lack of; smut writers, gimme your all, too) plot, as well as a range: if you want to write something platonic, friendly, enemies to lovers, just enemies, long lost lovers—everything is on the table.

The prompt is given to you in bold (i.e. The Night I said 'I love you first'), and in brackets, I added a sentence prompt (i.e. ["I can't believe you said it first. Of course you would."] that you may or may not use. It's up to you.

Without further ado, here's The Night Sky Challenge:

The night we first met. ["Who the hell are you?"]

The night your lips touched mine for the first time. ["Wait. Come back here. Do that again.]

The night I just couldn't take it. ["I usually keep quiet, but... not today."]

The night I left and came back hours later. ["I had to think."]

The night I saw everything in your eyes. ["It's like looking in a magic pond... there's so much hidden."]

The night we said goodbye. ["This is harder than I thought it'd be."]

The night I lost a bet. ["You know what this means, don't you?"]

The night it finally happens. ["I've been waiting for this for a long time now."]

The night you make a decision. ["You told me to think about it, and I did."]

The night we broke a lot of things. ["I don't care about any of that. Are you okay?"]

The night we were remembered where everything started. ["I think about it a lot, you know? This, right here. You."]

The night where rain poured, but my thoughts still remained louder. ["C'mere. I know that look on your face."]

The night we shared all the secrets. ["Why are you looking at me like that?"]

The day when our love shone like the brightest star in the sky. ["Just—shut up and kiss me. Oh my god."]

If you participate, I hope you have fun!

⋅☾ Sleepover Fun ☽⋅

As usual, there are also fun games we can play if writing is not what's on your mind. Here are some ideas:

🎵 We can talk song recs, playlist recs, I can give you a song from my playlists put on shuffle, or anything else on your mind.

💌 Ask me for fic recs, recommend me stuff, talk to me or just ask me random things. I love talking to you!

🃏 Games: FMK, Would you rather + Character, cast your mutuals as, this or that.

💭 Tell me a headcanon about a character, and I'll say if I agree or not, maybe add a little something to it ;)

Lovely mutuals no pressure tag:

💗 @mrsmischief209 — @cordiformity — @fandoms-writings — @buckspumpkin — @buckysbarnes — @theokatz — @mysticatto — @foreverindreamlandd — @zellington — @sweetdreamsbuck — @shawnie--jo — @bvckysmoon — @cocoamoonmalfoy — @lex-the-flex — @pellucid-constellations — @cityofstqrs !

(whispers: i adore each and every single one of you all, you super talented and incredible beings. mwah!)

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pearlprincess02 · 2 years

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mina's big six

birthday: july 30th

sun:

leo sun: leo suns are friendly, sociable and very creative. these individuals posses a radiant presence; they are confident, and when they are on their journey to achieve their goals they make everything seem possible. leos are proud, dramatic and love being the center of attention... but they're also very loyal and they have big hearts! these people love being surrounded by love. however, undeveloped leos can become very selfish.

sun in 9th house: people with the sun in the 9th house can be very bright, they are grateful for even the little things in life, and are extremely joyful and loving people! they love exploring new things, and can be very religious. these people may be attracted to foreigners, very full of life, and love teaching people things! they are very smart & can see the “bigger picture” they might like reading and love to hear other people’s thoughts on different topics! they also aren’t that “judgy.” sun in the 9th house individuals can be described as optimistic, open-minded, careless, humorous, energetic, blunt, passionate, adventurous, idealistic, and sophisticated.

moon:

capricorn moon: inner strength to confront past issues alone, a safe place for others, wants to take care of someone, overly internalised - shuts people out, excess analysing of emotions/responses, work/activity as a form of emotional avoidance

moon in 2nd: in the house of values and affection, the moon indicates someone who loves to chase the unreachable. if you have this placement, probably you'll think you're a constant lover, that your values are something you are proud of (especially material objects)... but, this is your mind tricking on you (probably) if you've noticed, you always want something but when you finally have it, you don't want it no more. the same happens with lovers. you are so jealous, loving, but when you have your lover in your arms you start to take it for granted (and it's not a good thing)! your goal in this life is to put right value on the right things. to collect, but to preserve.

rising/1st house:

scorpio rising: always have a prominent or somewhat weird shaped nose, piecing gaze and a little narrowed eyes; may love the color black and smokey eyes in make-up; dresses boldly.

pluto in 1st house: fear of imposing yourself or fear of being dominated, which can manifest in a few different ways, but the center of it is the intensity and at the same time the lack of control involving your self-image.

mercury:

virgo mercury: learning as a way of life. this placement is always looking for ways to improve themselves, and they see attaining knowledge and wisdom as a personal priority. a natural question that revisits them time and time again is “how can this be better?” they learn through self-betterment and feel growth when they help others do the same. they tend to be especially mentally in tune in health, anatomy, and other detail-oriented or system-oriented fields.

mercury in 9th house: enjoys travel, history, religious & philosophical studies, long-winded, exaggerative

venus:

gemini venus: what’s sexy about gemini venuses is their ability to talk and navigate through conversations and their playfulness. they have smooth voices, with their unpredictable nature they intrigue others - have a noticeable laugh or attractive laugh. their popularity is also something that is seductive, as in they treat everyone the same/easy to talk to anyone. this also ties to eye contact as they may be less shy and often make eye contact when talking, this flusters others at times. another thing ppl can find attractive is their hot and cold moments, which confuses people but turns them on and draws them in to find out more - to know a gemini venus’s next move/moment. in general a gemini venus’s world of thoughts is sometimes attractive and intriguing to others. (gemini venuses may look good in patterns, bright colors. they may sport a look that gives off duality: dark color + pastel/ bright colors, may like piercings and probably look good in it)

venus in 7th house: likes to relate, feel the need to be in a commitment (marriage). they like to dedicate themselves to relationships. they can attract someone beautiful and recognizable. express love and romance. loves to make deals. they seek balance in life. wants to please their partner. it may indicate an improvement in material life after marriage. the big question of life involves partnerships, if the relationship (marriage, society) is disturbed it is affected. it has many partners and mediators. they like peace and love. seeks to make the other happy. attracts pleasure and fun.

mars:

leo mars: big energy, big hugs, cat-eyed, glowing, radiant, outraged, up for a party, inclusive, strong, never cold, enthusiastic, self-aware, magnetic, bossy, above everyone else, “don’t ask me for favors if i don’t like you”, fun, dominant, steady, “i want to be adored”, “look at me”, taking center stage, joyful, arrogant, ego-centric, self-absorbed, "i listen, i just don’t remember”, impactful, influential, eye-catching, proud, “trust me”, adventurous, mature, “i’m here to shine”, “i will be nice to you because i’m the bigger person”, sunny disposition, natural charisma, “i’m not asking, i will be asked”, stubborn, entitled, “i will never leave”, playing dress up, making a statement, “i deserved better”, calm, fighting for love, “this is how it’s going to be”, heroic entrances, swooping in to save the day, in it to win it, always a winner even without the price, “i am the price”, authoritative, trustworthy, “move!”, “i will have my way”, refusal, fierce commitment, “people like to have me around”, passionate, “look how wrong you were about me”, dramatic, making a scene on purpose.

mars in 9th house: you’re very enthusiastic about intellectual pursuits and achieving your dreams. open-minded, and a lover of discussing your ideas with others. you hate it whenever someone tries to impose their beliefs on you, but there’s a tendency for you to do do exactly that to other people, due to thinking you’re always right. you love learning and travelling. you don’t care for social status, you care for enriching your mind. you might have a complicated relationship with higher-powers and the belief of god. there’s an innate need to search for and find the absolute truth, and these natives might either study about these matters like god or the universe with all the urgency in the world or be very afraid to explore them. either way, they feel very strongly, nearly fanatically, about the subject of god, the universe, philosophy. it’d do you well to understand that there isn’t an absolute truth and that everyone is allowed to have a different outlook and perspective on life because we all go through different things that change and mold our beliefs.

𓂃 。♡ 👩🏻‍🎤 🩰

mina's masterlist

crd:

sun sun 2.

moon moon 2.

rising rising 2.

mercury mercury 2.

venus venus 2.

mars mars 2.

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cinnamonspicewritingroom · 10 months

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More Than Diamonds

Pairing: Prince Friedrich x Princess! Reader Description: Britain has gained themselves a new royalty nearing the debutante ball of 1813. Princess Amelia of Siam was sent as the new Ambassador of Siam. In Britain Princess Amelia was able to find her family, but will that be all? After the failed courting between Daphne and prince Friedrich, it was a surprise to everyone that he stayed in London. However, Prince Friedrich is anything, but a coward. He came to Britain to find a wife and one failed courting will not chase him out of the country with a tail between his legs. What both Amelia and Friedrich never thought to happen is, the friendship that blossomed between them and their growing feelings for one another. Friedrich was never a coward, but he is when it comes to Amelia. Everyone said Amelia is a genius, but not when it comes to love, because she is truly lost on what to do with these butterflies in her stomach. Tags: Slow burn, Coming of age, Time-Travel, Back to the past, Friends to Lovers, Royalties, Oblivious!FLxObvious!ML, Jealous! Friedrich, Slightly Possessive! Friedrich, Black cat gf, Golden retriever bf Timeline: S1&S2

Chapter 3. Return

Twenty three years…

That was how long it has been for them.

Since they last saw her, hear from her.

As if it was a nightmare from yesterday, they remember as if it was yesterday. July of 1790 when they discovered their dear daughter, only daughter… Felicia ran away, and disappeared to god knows where.

They searched for her, everywhere in the country, and around Europe and America for about a year, but no result. Not until now, written on two pieces of papers is a letter from their dear daughter Felicia.

“Oh my god… Dear–” Abigail, the Duchess of Gloucester and Edinburgh traced the words on the letter with trembling fingers, and eyes full of tears. Her husband, William, caught her fingers in his arms, and brought it to his lips, kissing it softly. He is as well, emotional, as tears fill his eyes.

“Yes love… A piece of news from Felicia, our little bunny…” By this point William did not care if his beloved daughter eloped, he was just glad that she was alive, well, and happy. This is the third time the husband and wife re-read the letter as Felicia told them about her marriage to the King of Siam, and becoming the Royal Consort, gave birth to two children, her eldest, a son, Somdet Chao Fa Gan Sirichai Tanawat, and her youngest, a daughter, Somdet Chao Fa Apsara Chaiya Kanika.

“Abby, my love… We need to reach out to the Queen, and contact the ambassador-” The Duke quickly got up from the sofa they were seated, and to his study to write a letter to the Queen so they could reach Siam’s Ambassador to Great Britain.

***

Siam’s Ambassador to Great Britain is currently pacing back and forth in her office, clenching her fists hard in order to prevent picking on her skin, which could damage the aesthetic of her hands.

God– Amelia really wants to throw herself off a cliff. What in the actual fuck is going on? How in the 7th circle of Hell did she ended up in the middle of bum-fuck Bridgerton series. Right now is 1813, so Daphne’s season. It has been almost 20 years since she thought about that series! When Amelia retrieved her memories after her death, never in her life would she thought her fucking attachment to that series is important.. Until now!

“Goddamn Davika-” Amelia sat herself on the sofa in her office as she ran her fingers in her hair, devastated. “Dear Ganesha, give me luck and wisdom for this new beginning. Lord, give me strength.” A plan. She needs a plan, and a timeline of the series, and most of all, staying away from the Bridgerton clan all together. Amelia stood up and went to her desk, grabbing several papers and a pen.

“Let’s list down several things… I am currently in the 1st Bridgerton series, which features Phoebe Dynevor who played Daphne Bridgerton and Rege-Jean Page who played the Duke of Hastings.” Amelia mumbled as she wrote on the paper.

“It’s still February, so I have two months until the start of the series. Now, let’s think about what happened, Davika. You can do it… Daphne and Penelope made their debut…Then the… Featherington cousin, what’s her name? Came to London… Anthony kept being a nitpicking bastard, which led to Daphne not gaining any suitors and that’s where Nigel Berbrooke came in.” Amelia wrote on the paper before it stopped as she thought about what else happened throughout Season 1.

“Simon came to London and got roped into the whole ball. That’s how he met Daphne-” Amelia’s brows furrowed in an attempt to remember what else happened. “How did they striked the deal again? And- That prince… When will he show up again– Wait a minute… The plot only revolves around Bridgerton, and people close to them…” Amelia mumbled, “If I don’t get near them, I will not get dragged into it…” A smile spread on her face as she placed down her pen. “Let’s do that. Avoid the main cast as much as possible.” Amelia walked back to the sofa and sat down, sighing in contempt.

***

Queen Charlotte’s brow furrowed as she focused on the letter in her hand. Apparently this is the same letter she sent to the Duke and Duchess of Gloucester and Edinburgh four days ago from the King of Siam through the Siam Ambassador to Great Britain.

“We searched for her high and low here, in Europe, and in America… Who could have thought that fickle nephew of mine ran away to Siam.” The Queen sighed, feeling a headache surging at the thought of her sweet nephew, Felicia. Charlotte opened her eyes, and directed her gaze at her brother-in-law and his wife sitting in front of her.

“My Queen, sister… I beg for your assistance to connect us with the ambassador who brought this letter… We need to know more about how our dear Felicia is faring, and if there is a chance for us to meet…” Amongst all of her husband’s siblings, Charlotte is most fond of William, he is frail and soft-hearted by nature, so watching him whimper for any way to connect back to his daughter is very heart-wrenching for her.

“Of course, we will contact Lady Chakri right away. Brimsley–” In a second, the Queen’s assistant, a plump middle aged man with dark hair, was at her side. “Yes, Your Majesty.” Brimsley greeted, ready to serve the Queen. “Send a letter to the Siamese Embassy. I would like to ask for a meeting with her as soon as possible, one that involves both Siam and Great Britain.” Brimsley nodded, and disappeared as quickly as he appeared.

***

Amelia and Hugo were in the middle of a meeting with a new Duke, Simon Hastings, replacing his father who is on his death-bed, when Lynn burst into the room unannounced, looking rather distraught.

“Apologies, Your Grace.” Lynn curtsied to Simon before turning to Amelia. “Milady, we received an urgent call from Buckingham Palace. The Queen requested an immediate audience with you.” This alarmed Amelia who quickly stood up from her chair. It is impossible for her to screw up this early, it’s not even a week yet since she arrived in Great Britain.

“Your Grace, I apologise for cutting our meeting short, but I think it is best if we resume another time.” Simon nodded and stood up. “Alright, I hope everything goes well, Lady Chakri. Do send me a letter when you are available to resume our discussion.” Simon exits the room after exchanging a quick greeting with Lynn, and Hugo.

Lynn, Amelia, and Hugo exchanged a look before they all took a seat in the meeting room, no one would like to enter a battlefield without any sort of plan. “We made no mistakes. It is way too early to create any at all.” Amelia firmly stated, which Hugo and Lynn agreed to.

“Was it one of the Princes?” Lynn speculated based on the debate between Amelia and Prince Frederick five days prior to today. Amelia furrowed her brows, well shit… Could be, but really? It is childish to burn down a bridge over mutual debate, and the Prince Regent and Queen know they are not in the position to declare another war when they are still in war with Napoleonic Wars with the French, War of 1812 with Americans, Peninsular War with Portuguese and Spanish, and Gurkha War with Nepalese, so the most they would demand is an apology, which she could demand back.

“I don’t know, I don’t think this is due to the debate. If it is, they should realise that Prince Frederick started it first. On top of that, I do not think they would sacrifice their relationship with us, Siam is the only neutral land between Great Britain and France.” Amelia hopes so, but if not then what else? Back then she only had a debate, had tea with the Queen, saw her garden and peacock collections and- That damned letter!

“The letter…” Amelia uttered quietly, but Lynn and Hugo were able to pick up what she said. “The one from the King?” Lynn asked, uncertain, but Amelia nodded. “That’s the only unknown equation left. The only thing unknown to us, and the most possible to cause this chaos.” Amelia stood up, followed by Hugo and Lynn. They have taken too long, it’s time to face the music.

***

“Welcoming Lady Amelia Chakri, Lady Lynn Yontarak, and Lord Hugo Lamon.” They were declared as they were escorted inside the gazebo in the park. The three Siamese could see the Queen with two other people, a man and a woman, the Duke and Duchess of Gloucester and Edinburgh Amelia presumed.

“Your Majesty,” Amelia and Lynn curtsies, and Hugo bowed his head in respect, before they all turned to the other two occupants in the gazebo. The Queen quickly hopped in to introduce them to the Siamese.

“Lady Chakri, I apologise for summoning you urgently, however, I would like you to meet Prince William Henry and his wife, Princess Abigail nee. Bridgerton, Duke and Duchess of Gloucester and Edinburgh.” The Duke and Duchess smiled at the three youngsters from the foreign nation.

“Nice to meet you, Your Grace. I am the current Minister Plenipotentiary, and Ambassador of Siam to Great Britain, Amelia Chakri, and these are my co-workers, Lady Lynn Yontarak who handles the Public Affairs Section, and Lord Hugo Lamon, the Head of Office of Defense Cooperation.” The three Siamese quickly greeted the two, who smiled at the show of respect, and perfect mannerism.

After the introduction, the three Siamese joined the British Royals in the gazebo, being served tea and snacks. It did not take long after they settled down for the questions to launch off.

“Lady Chakri, the letter given by the King of Siam… Were you aware of the content?” The Queen questioned Amelia who sipped her tea, and placed it silently on the saucer. “Unfortunately, I haven't a clue on the content of the letter as the King handed me the letter when I was reporting on the day of my departure. I presumed that during his stay in Great Britain he made… a precious bond?” The Duke slammed his fist on the table.

“Precious bond? Your King seduced my daughter and took her away with him–” The Duke almost shouted, but was quickly reprimanded by the Duchess and The Queen. “Dear!” “Your Grace!” Amelia choked on her scone at the exclamation. “Pardon me? Your Grace–That is a serious accusation you made against my country and my King.” Queen Charlotte could feel the surging of a headache. William’s temper could potentially cause a rift, and problems between the two countries; which is the last thing they need.

“Lady Chakri, I apologised for his fumes, but please read the letter from your King– This will help to explain the situation.” Duchess Abigail handed Amelia the same leather pouch with Rattanakosin emblem on it. Amelia eyed the pouch, before eyeing the Duchess. This might be a rude gesture, but as the Ambassador whose country’s name has been besmirched by the Duke, this is a defence, and not an offence.

Amelia took the pouch while maintaining a sharp eye contact with the Duchess, only breaking it to unbox the pouch, and get the letter inside.

My Dearest Mother and Father,

It is with a heavy heart and tears in my eyes that I finally sit down to write to you after twenty-three long years of silence. The weight of time has been both a burden and a blessing, shaping me into the woman I am today, far removed from the young princess you once knew.

It feels like a lifetime ago that I first met Rama II, the Crown Prince of Siam, in the hallowed halls of the Siamese embassy in Britain. The moment our eyes met, I knew that my fate was sealed, that my heart belonged to him and him alone. Little did I know then that our love would set into motion a series of events that would lead me far from the comforts of home and into the unknown depths of a foreign land.

In 1790, I made the decision to leave behind everything I had ever known and journey to Siam to be with Rama, to embrace a future that was uncertain but filled with promise. The journey itself was fraught with danger and uncertainty, and there were many moments when I questioned the wisdom of my decision. But love, dear Mother, love has a way of blinding us to the realities of the world, filling our hearts with hope and our minds with dreams of a brighter tomorrow.

The wedding, Mother, oh, the wedding was a spectacle unlike anything I had ever seen before. The palace grounds were alive with the sounds of music and laughter, and the air was filled with the intoxicating scent of flowers and incense. As I walked down the aisle to meet my beloved at the altar, I felt as though I was floating on air, my heart overflowing with love and joy.

But beneath the surface, there was a sadness that lingered, a sense of loss that gnawed at my soul. For you see, dear Mother, despite the grandeur of the occasion, I could not shake the feeling of being an outsider, of not truly belonging in this foreign land. The Siamese court did not recognize me as queen due to my foreign birth, bestowing upon me instead the title of Royal Consort, a position that carried with it both honour and humility.

The years that followed were a whirlwind of emotions, a rollercoaster ride of highs and lows. In 1792, our son, Gan Sirichai Tanawat, came into the world, a precious gift that filled our lives with laughter and love. The birth was a joyous occasion, celebrated with feasting and merriment throughout the kingdom. And in 1796, our family was blessed once again with the arrival of our daughter, Apsara Chaiya Kanika, a radiant presence that brought light to even the darkest of days.

But amidst the joys, there was also sorrow, dear Father, a deep and abiding sorrow that gnawed at my soul. I found myself adrift in a sea of unfamiliar customs and traditions, struggling to find my place in a land that was so different from my own. The language was foreign to my ears, the mannerisms strange and perplexing, and the climate unforgiving in its intensity.

There were moments, dear Mother, when I longed for the warmth of your embrace, for the guidance and wisdom that only a mother can provide. I missed the familiar comforts of home, the laughter of family gatherings during the holidays, and the simple pleasures of life that I had once taken for granted. But through it all, I have found solace in the love of my dear husband and our two beautiful children. They are my rock, my anchor in a sea of uncertainty, and for that, I am eternally grateful.

My dear parents, I beg of you, do not hate me for the choices that I have made, for the path that I have chosen to walk. Know that I love you both with all my heart, and that not a day goes by that I do not think of you and the family that I left behind. Though the distance between us may be great, the bonds of love that bind us together remain unbroken, and I pray that one day, we may be reunited and that the pain of our separation may be eased by the embrace of our love.

With all my love and longing,

Felicia

Amelia wanted to bash her head to the nearest concrete as she could feel the surging migraine. She pinched her nose bridge, and let out a sigh as she passed the letter for both Lynn and Hugo to read.

Damn, her parents are really out to get her ain’t they? To top it off– Sending a letter to her mom’s parents, her grandparents??

“I’m sorry, but I’ll be frank and ask this out front. What is your point in showing us this letter?” Amelia folded the letter, and put it back neatly in the pouch, handing it back to the Duchess. “Reading this letter, it is different from your claim, Your Grace. In fact Somdet Chao Khun Phra Felicia walked out of the country with her own two feet, without any force from Siam, or the King.” Despite the honesty, her words angered the Duke. Amelia could see steam coming out of his ears as his face reddened.

“How dare–” “Exactly, Sir. How dare you to mock our King, and our country in front of its Minister Plenipotentiary, when you yourself know the truth behind the situation. The letter clearly said that Somdet Chao Khun Phra Felicia decided to leave Great Britain to marry King Rama II on her own free will without force from any parties involved.” Amelia intercepted, which shocked everyone, even Hugo and Lynn.

Prince William was about to retaliate, but was stopped by Queen Charlotte who raised her hand with her palm open in a stop motion.”Let us cease the hostility, shall we? If possible, I would like to continue our discussion without damaging the relationship between our countries.” The Queen gave Prince William a hard stare, which made him back down from any rebuttal he had.

The Duchess fidgets in her seat, and in her silence Amelia decides to analyse both of her grandparents. While mostly her mother got her colours and structures from her grandmother, her smile is definitely inherited from her grandfather.

Amelia understood their frustration, although she couldn’t relate to the pain they felt, imagine waking up on a random morning to find out that your only daughter, who is also your only child, escaped in the middle of the night like a band of thieves. Amelia composed herself, this ain’t her… She rarely lost her temper, but the fact that this whole thing just feels like a set up by her parents, now she has to deal with her grandparents and their grief of losing their only child, keeping her identity down-low, and managing the relationship between Siam and Great Britain. Amelia heaved a sigh. Be the bigger person Amelia.

“Your Grace–” All the three British nobles perked up and turned to Amelia. “Look, it would be a lie to say I understand the pain of losing a child-” Looking that they are listening thoroughly, Amelia continued with her controversial opinion. “However, this situation has been more than 20 years ago, and the decisions were made without coercion from any Siamese party. Honestly, if it were a year or two after this situation happened, Siam may be able to do something, but what once was Princess Felicia of Great Britain is now the high ranking Royal Consort of the Siamese King who, not only have responsibility to the court, but also has bear an heir and heiress of the King.” Amelia tapped on the leather pouch motioning that everything she said were written on the letter.

“While it is impossible to return Somdet Chao Khun Phra Felicia to Great Britain, I would suggest a… recognition–?” Her uncertainty made the three British royals confused, but Amelia quickly continued her sentence. “– of the King and the Royal Consort’s marriage.” She could see that the Duke was getting fired up once more, so she quickly added on to her points.

“Of course formally recognising the marriage will bring several benefits such as further strengthening the tie between Great Britain and Siam, after all it is between two high-ranking royals, and this will make it easier for the both of you to keep in touch, whether by letter or getting an attendance with the Royal Consort, and hopefully, the King, and granted easy visitation to the country.” Now this got her grandmother hopeful, and garnered the Queen’s interest at the mention of forming a stronger bond with Siam.

“However– vice versa I am hoping the same benefits apply for Somdet Chao Khun Phra Felicia.” Amelia blatantly stared at the Queen as she asked the last bit.

Right now that is the only solution Amelia could think of. Giving a solution now will buffer her grandparents from bothering her about this matter, and hopefully help her to find a way out of this without interfering with the Bridgerton plot, considering her grandmother is a part of the Bridgerton family.

“Dear… I think what the Ambassador said made sense–” Prince William grumbled at his wife’s words, but he knew what Amelia said was right. His daughter is not someone they could just take out from a country, especially with her status as a Royal Consort who has birthed not only one, but two children of the King.

Amelia munched on her eclair slowly, almost therapeutic, as Prince William contemplated his decision longer. After Amelia’s 2nd eclair, the Duke sighed and nodded, there is no better solution than what the Ambassador provided.

“Alright…I agree to formally recognising the marriage. What step should I take from here?” Amelia smiled behind her cup of tea before proceeding to place it soundlessly on the saucer. “The next step is to bring your daughter back to Great Britain.” The Duke and Duchess turned their heads at Amelia so fast, she was scared it would snap.

“Y-You– Felicia?? Back in Great Britain?” Not yet gramps. Amelia prevented a laugh from escaping, covering it with a nod. “Of course. This is between Great Britain and Siam, no? We will need the Royal Consort in here, therefore she will be able to represent–” The Duchess grabbed Amelia’s hand, startling her. The older woman’s eyes were brimming with tears.

“Lady Chakri, thank you very much. I truly– I do not know what to say, how to thank you–” Amelia felt really bad for her grandparents, right now the only thing she could do is clasped her free hand over the Duchess. “Do not thank me yet, Your Grace. I still need to contact the King and the Royal Consort, and it would take them approximately a month before she arrives here.” Amelia gave her a sweet smile, before sighing, and turned to the Queen.

“Your Majesty, while I am glad for being able to solve this dispute as peacefully as possible, unfortunately I have prior engagement I must attend to. If I may, I would like to excuse myself.” The Queen nodded in agreement, she called the Ambassador in a hurry, and fortunately she arrived despite her busy schedule. Hugo approached them to stand behind Amelia, pulling her chair to give her space to stand up. Amelia turned towards the Duke and Duchess.

“Your Grace, we will be in touch soon after I receive an answer from Siam.” Amelia bowed and turned around, but before she walked away, she froze and turned back to her grandparents. They must have been worried sick about her mother.

“Lynn, give me that newspaper.” The three British royals were confused as the Lady-in-Waiting handed the Ambassador a 2 of newspaper. Amelia gave it a look before placing it on the table, sliding it to the Duke and Duchess.

“Here, I think you will like this. Take it as my apologies for earlier.” The Duke grabbed it to see a clear picture, not a painting, but photo of a familiar beautiful woman with dark hair sitting sideways on a chair, a raven haired male with tan skin leaning on the right side of the chair, one hand holding on the back of the chair while the other gripping the handle, and on the other side stood straight a tall young man with raven hair, they could spot several European features in him.

They probably don’t understand what they are looking at, seeing that now cameras are a Siamese invention, and not yet expanded to Great Britain.

“That is the photograph of your daughter, the Royal Consort Felicia, her husband the King, and their son, Prince Gan. Unfortunately this was taken while their daughter, Princess Apsara was away in Qing.” Choked sobs rising from both the Duke and Duchess, while the Queen stared at the photograph in awe.

“And- What is this painting? It seemed… Extremely realistic?” The Queen turned to Amelia, who is in a dilemma on how to explain the concept of a photograph.

“That is not a painting, but a photograph. Putting it simply, a photograph is like a magic picture made with a special box called a camera.” Amelia tried to explain, and added hand gestures to help them imagine it better.

“Essentially, the job of a camera is to capture exactly what's in front of it, just like a mirror. Different from a painting in which it's a picture made by hand with paints and brushes.” The Queen squinted her eyes, if such a magnificent device exists, why don’t they have it already?

“And why have I yet to hear about this ‘special box’?” The Queen asked challengingly, but Amelia is not one to back down, thus she lightly replied. “Maybe because it’s a Siamese invention. I would have explained more, alas, I have a meeting to attend.” Amelia and Lynn curtsied, and Hugo bowed his head before the three Siamese exited the gazebo.

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Edited: 17/04/2024

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IMPORTANT NOTES A/N: Hello, how are you guys? I hope you are well. Regarding this story that is following Julia Quinn's hit series, Bridgerton, I would start by saying I read the book first before I watch the Netflix series, thus I apologize if there are some differences with the Netflix version, but I will try to make it as similar as possible. I would also ask the readers to be kind when criticizing this story as this is my first time to actually publishing my work in the open. For the story, as you can see there is a time-travel tag. Our reader was sent back to the past with all the knowledge from the future. If you are also confused with Davika's education, I actually based her using Spencer Reid, a character from Criminal Minds. I also made Friedrich to be a year younger than Benedict when in actuality, he was born in 1794, 2 years younger than Daphne. If you are not interested or felt like those 2 themes ruined a historical romance story, then please do not leave any bad comments as you can just stop reading this story. Thank You Very Much! Much Love, Cinnamon Meilleure's Writing Room

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🌊Cancer: Cancer, this month is going to turn things up a notch in terms of pressure. On the 1st, Venus falls into a conjunction with your Sun sign, putting a focus on love matters, and family. This is a token of sentimentality, so you may be coming into this month missing the past, while feeling hopeless in terms of the future. Allow these feelings to pass. By the 30th- Sun, and Mercury move into Cancer in a conjunction with your Sun; as Venus moves into Leo, this indicates the official closing of one chapter, and the start of a new. Many Cancers may be in very critical points in their lives in terms of their risk-taking behavior, whether that be presenting in their work, love life, family life, internal dialogue, or even financial investments. My advice to you this month is to make sure you release the habits, people, and things that no longer serve you as you move into this new phase of your growth. Sentimentality is not enough of a reason to hold onto things, or people that no longer serve you; this month will do it’s best to show you of that. Be ready! 

 🔥Leo: Leo, this month is going to feel like a lot of work! However, the work done during this time will set up the foundation for the future of your relationships! Many committed Leo’s may be experiencing changes, or tensions that are bringing them closer to their partner; or they may be making big steps forward in terms of long-term planning. Any single Leo’s may stumble upon a few opportunities for love this month, so keep an eye out! By June 30th, Venus, and Mars will have moved into Leo which will be the best time to see the foreshadowing trends of the Venus retrograde in Leo, in July. My advice this month is to be clear with those people you really value, and it will in most cases be reciprocated. If you find it’s not being reciprocated however, it may be time to let go of this relationship in your life. The universe is blessing Leo’s with energy, luck, and love this month! Enjoy the boost!

  ⛰️Virgo: Virgo, this month is tying up some loose ends in terms of finances, and security. With Ceres in conjunction to your natal Sun, the energy is advising you to focus on the details when setting financial goals and committing to work matters. This month will put a highlight on needing to read the fine print on reading contracts, Business deals, and investments. My advice to you this month is to make sure you pay close attention to all the details that play into your current financial flow and source of income. Make sure the time commitment you make is something that still allows time to invest in yourself. By the end of the month, Ceres will have moved into libra, indicating the end of this cycle. If this energy is used beneficially, finances will improve and become more secure. Pay close attention to the details this month and align yourself with the income stream that is best for you!

  🌬️Libra: This month’s themes will help you grow immensely and start the final step in shedding the skin of who you used to be. Most libra’s have been experiencing an ongoing transformation for some time now, and this month will finally reach the final purge necessary to rid yourself of your old life. With transit Saturn in 7° Pisces for the entire month (a degree ruled by libra/7th house matters), this will amplify your desire to rid yourself of whatever is left from the person you once were. People, places, jobs, hobbies, diet/self-care routine, fashion sense; will all be aligned with the person you’ve become after this transformation by the end of July. This month will deal with identifying the rest of these matters and purging those left that don’t feel worthy of personal investment. My advice to you this month is to be true to your higher self and continue to allow yourself to evolve your life into the most positive display of your efforts, and achievements. Do not fear letting go of anyone, or anything that holds you to a past version of you. The ones that are meant to be along the path currently will recognize and celebrate the changes you’ve made. Keep your head up! 

Scorpio: Scorpio this month you may be in for a surprise! With the transit moon starting the month off in 11° Scorpio, this amplifies the current plutonic energy in Aquarius; leaving room for surprises, and mishaps involving the internet. My advice to you this month, it to cancel out the noise from outsiders and allow yourself to be guided from the voice within. By the end of the month, Pluto will have moved back into Capricorn; via retrograde. This will cause a ripple effect that will allow that transformative energy to focus more on matters that can be built long term. Cancel out the noise, and trust yourself!

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Calling all KakaIru creators! Kakashi has gone missing, and Iruka needs help getting through the maze to save him! He is seeking a talented creator to guide him through and conquer all the prompts blocking the path to Kakashi. If not, well… there’s no telling what will happen to him!

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Mazes will be handed out by 1st July, and the creation period is from 1st July - 31st August. We ask that you don’t post anything before then!

Mission Details:

You will be given a maze that has Iruka at the beginning, and Kakashi at the end. The goal will be for you to help Iruka find Kakashi, who has gone missing. To do this, you must figure out the path to reach him. But there’s a catch.

Scattered throughout the maze will be different symbols, which mark a trap or other danger that Iruka has to face to continue on. Each symbol represents a different prompt, which will be listed in a key below the maze; and the only way Iruka can get past is for you to make a creation for the prompt that is blocking him.

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Liberation: Part 2

(CW: mild graphic descriptions)

Iruka was on edge. He had reached the pub that Tsunade had mentioned in her message, and the street was empty. Everything had closed up for the night, so no one was around, since there wasn’t any point in visiting this district; but considering there was a pub here, it should have been anything but quiet.

So that meant either one of two things: Kakashi had done his job before he disappeared, and the pub was closed for clean up, or the vampire situation was worse than everyone thought, and the entire pub was now a coven base, and closed off to the public. If it was the latter, Iruka had to be very careful, or Tsunade may have to send people to investigate his disappearance, too.

With that thought in mind, Iruka approached the pub; and eyeing off the ‘Closed’ sign at the front, snuck around the building to find another entrance. More often than not, if vampires were involved, these buildings said that they were closed, and the front would probably be locked, but there was always at least one door that was unlocked - vampires generally didn’t need the security that humans did, and thieves who broke in were easy meals.

Iruka made his way through the alleyway that separated the pub from the shop next to it, and followed the path past the overflowing industrial bins, right to the very back; and when he reached the gravelly back area, and saw dark stains and ashes scattered across the ground, he quickly reached for his stake, now on high alert. There had clearly been a fight here, and things didn’t look good.

When nothing jumped out at him, Iruka eased a little, and used his free hand to grab his torch and turn it on to investigate the area more properly; and when the light shone on the ground, nausea swirled in his gut. There ashes scattered across the ground were enough for at least three or four dead vampires; and those stains, all shining bright blue when he switched his torch to its UV setting, were definitely blood, and, whilst all dried up, still seemed fresh enough to be from about a week earlier; and, knowing that vampires would never waste their food like this, Iruka was sure it was Kakashi’s.

The idea made him feel so sick, because he had worked with Kakashi before, and knew how competent he was, and that he should have been able to handle a job like this easily, without much bloodshed, so for him to have bled this much meant that something had gone horribly wrong. Were there more vampires than anticipated? Did they attack him off-guard?

Iruka continued on cautiously towards the back metal door, which was dented where someone, or something had slammed into it; and he carefully pushed it open, not sure what to expect on the other side. After a few seconds of nothing, Iruka entered the building, aiming his UV light at the entrance as he stepped through; and looked around.

He was in the kitchen, which was mostly clean, besides one old cling-wrapped tray of prepped food that the last person on shift hadn’t had a chance to put away before they were attacked by vampires; and looking around, there didn’t seem to be anyone, or any vampires here. In fact, the more he tried to listen out for life, the more silent and deserted the area seemed to feel - he didn’t even feel like he was being watched; so, finding nothing of interest in the area, he moved on.

The doorway Iruka entered took him to the bar and dining room; and as he shone his torch around, keeping the UV light on in case a vampire was waiting to ambush him, he saw an alarming amount of bright blue marks. He knew that not all of it would be blood, as this was a pub, and things got spilled all the time, and that if he did find blood, there was a good chance it wasn’t related to vampires, because again, it was a pub, and people had probably fought and had medical emergencies here; but he was still weary, and looking out for more. If Kakashi had started bleeding outside, then surely, he would have left a trail in here, too…

As Iruka explored the dining area, he didn’t find any stains that spelled out blood, but he did spot a couple of piles of dust on the carpet, and flicked his torch to its plain setting to take a better look at the suspicious mess. Just as he expected, they were vampire ashes; and that concerned him, because this was supposed to be a small coven, so four to six vampires; and he’d barely searched the building and had already found evidence of that many taken down. Just how many vampires had Kakashi been up against? How could someone get such an important detail about the coven size so wrong?

When Iruka was satisfied with his job in the dining room, he moved on to the bathrooms, and found another clump of ashes in the women’s one; and when he left again, he took a moment to scan the pub with his torch, figuring out where to go next, when a really awful smell hit his nose. It smelled like rotting meat, but worse, with a disgusting sickly sweetness to it; and it made him feel really nauseous, not just because it was sickening, but because in his years of being a vampire slayer, he recognised the stench to be of a dead body; and if it was a dead body... Well, with Kakashi missing, his mind was wandering in awful places, assuming horrible things.

Iruka shook his head, and continued on, following the scent. The only way he’d be able to write off his fears was by seeing for himself what the source really was.

The bad smell led Iruka to a small flight of stairs that was supposed to be locked up and secure by a door that needs an electronic key, for patrons staying in one of the rooms above, but the door was instead propped open and the alarm system disabled, probably for vampires to come and go as they pleased.

As Iruka went up, he was less tense than when he first arrived, because the fact that there was a decomposing dead body up there probably meant that there weren’t any vampires waiting for him, because they had better senses than him, and he doubted any of them would want to live around the stench.

About halfway up, Iruka confirmed his assumptions when he saw a couple of piles of ashes scattered along the stairs; but even though Kakashi had clearly taken out the vampires that had been up here, he still continued on, because what if Kakashi was still up there and hadn’t been able to move all this time because of life-threatening wounds? What if he was unconscious, and needed immediate help?

Iruka picked up the pace; and at the top of the building, when the stench became unbearable, he half-buried his nose in his jacket in an attempt to block it out; and as he looked around, he saw five rooms and a bathroom, all with their doors wide open. He went through them one by one, moving much more quickly through the two that had dead bodies in them; and when he saw no sign of Kakashi, nor any vampires that hadn’t been taken care of, he went back downstairs to see if there were any more hidey-holes he’d missed.

When Iruka came back to the dining room, he stood at the doorway, and took a long, scrutinising look around the area; and his eyes landed on the bar. It looked pretty small, and didn’t seem stocked with much alcohol - there was maybe a couple of day’s worth there; and it made him wonder where the rest was kept, because the pub surely wouldn’t be this low. He didn’t recall seeing any in the kitchen area with all the other food when he had been in there, so there had to be another room somewhere…

Iruka wandered over to the bar, and as he got closer, the smell of alcohol became really strong; and when he saw several broken bottles on the ground, he quickly flicked his torch to UV light, and gripped ahold of his stake. Not only had a fight been here, there was more blood; and it looked like someone had been dragged off.

Iruka studied the trail, following it straight to a red velvet curtain draped down the wall on one side of the bar; and when he approached it and pulled the curtain aside, his eyes narrowed when he saw a door behind it marked ‘Bar Staff Only’. He reached for the handle, and pulled down, only to find that it was locked; and as he searched for something to hang the curtain into so he could try and pick the lock, he saw a small hook near the top of a display shelf that showcased a few bottles of alcohol people could choose from, and hanging off it was a small steel key.

Iruka grabbed the key and tried it on the lock; and when it opened with a little click, he opened the door, pocketed the key, and shone his torch through the entrance, to a flight of stairs that crept into an eerie darkness down below, the only light being vibrant blue droplets where the UV light was picking up the continuing trail of blood. He swallowed nervously as he stared down into the abyss. What would he find? Was this where Kakashi was? Would he still be alive?

Iruka shook his head, clearing his mind of dark thoughts, and began his descent downstairs. If Kakashi was down there, he was going to be alive. He had to be.

The further Iruka went down, the cooler the air became, with icy tendrils wrapping around his exposed skin and trying to poke through his clothes to cover him all over; and by the time he reached the base of the stairs, his breath was billowing out in foggy clouds like he was an ice dragon making frost with its breath.

The cold told him he was far enough below ground that not even a single ray of sun would ever reach here; and that made him more tense, because if he had to fight vampires down here, then he wouldn’t be able to rely on the slowly rising sun to save him, as it had many times before. He was completely on his own.

Up ahead was a small brick tunnel that had light bulbs fixed along the wall; and after a little searching, Iruka found a switch beside him. When he flicked it, the bulbs turned on, illuminating the tunnel with a dim, golden light; and as Iruka looked straight ahead, he saw a wooden door with a slot of metal bars built into it around eye level, waiting for him on the other side.

With no enemies in sight, Iruka hurried forward, still continuing to be as quiet as possible, and made his way to the door, his mind running wild with all the possible things he would possibly see behind it.

Finally, he was there; and he peeked into the barred slot to see what he would find, but it was pitch black, so he aimed his torch inside to get some light in. From where he was standing, he could see boxes stacked on the floor of various brands of alcohol, and some shelves filled with bottles; but that was all he could get a glimpse on in the tiny space he’d been looking through; so he stepped back to open the door.

There were two large latch locks on the top and bottom of the door keeping it shut; and much to Iruka’s relief, there were no padlocks on the latches, so all he had to do was slide the mechanisms apart. He unlocked and opened the door with ease, and stepped inside the cellar, holding his stake and UV light ready, in case there was a vampire waiting in ambush; and began to look around.

At first glance, nothing seemed out of the ordinary, since there were no broken bottles or signs of activity in the cellar, but Iruka could see the trail of blood he’d been following under the dim light of the tunnel’s bulbs; and as he followed it towards the back of the room, he could make out a strange silhouette behind the shelving, and his stomach began to churn. What was he going to find?

Finally, Iruka passed the shelves and reached the back area; and for a moment, all he could do was stare in horror at the scene before him.

There was a beaten and bruised person chained to the wall, their body pale, and still; and blood stained their clothes, and the floor beneath them. Iruka didn’t know whether they were unconscious or dead, but just as he was about to step forward and check, the prisoner groaned and weakly lifted their head to see who was there; and when Iruka made eye contact with them he gasped.

“K-Kakashi!” He exclaimed in alarm, rushing over.

What did they do to you?!

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Ich habe 2.212 Mal im Jahr 2022 etwas gepostet

Das sind 620 more posts als 2021!

987 Einträge erstellt (45%)

1.225 Einträge gerebloggt (55%)

Blogs, die ich am häufigsten gerebloggt habe:

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Ich habe 1.339 meiner Einträge im Jahr 2022 getaggt

Nur 39% meiner Einträge hatten keine Tags

#anon ask – 490 Einträge

#yandere – 156 Einträge

#gn reader – 148 Einträge

#cw yandere – 138 Einträge

#yandere x reader – 128 Einträge

#ensemble stars – 99 Einträge

#ensemble stars self aware au – 99 Einträge

#yandere ensemble stars x reader – 96 Einträge

#enstars – 96 Einträge

#yandere enstars x reader – 95 Einträge

Longest Tag: 138 characters

#ritsu somehow not knowing about us is so funny too like i imagine all of knights just being so exasperated with izumi pining and he's just

Meine Top-Einträge im Jahr 2022:

Can you do Yandere Diasomnia with a darling who is always looking out for the 1st year students and is making sure they are not getting into trouble and are taking care of themselves? If you don’t want to do this it’s okay.

Sure thing! Sorry this took such a long time but I hope you still like it^^

gn reader

tw yandere, obsession, possessiveness, jealousy, mentions of violence

Yandere! Malleus with a darling that is always looking out for the first years

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798 Anmerkungen – Gepostet 25. Juni 2022

Congrats on 2k followers! Could you please do some general yandere neige headcanons?

Thank you!!!

I´ve actually done some general yandere neige headcanons before but I´ll see if more comes to mind ^^

Kind of went wild in all directions I guess but I hope you like it!!

Likes and reblogs are appreciated!

gn reader

tw yandere, obsession, stalking, delusion

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861 Anmerkungen – Gepostet 23. Juni 2022

I don't know if you want to make this request of mine, but I would be very grateful... How would it be if was Yanderes! Twisted Wonderland (dorm leaders) in love with the same reader?

Ohoho I sure can! Man being in that situation would be so scary, good lord, can you imagine? I guess now you can jsfaönf

I decided to finally feed my twst readers again after starving them for so long. I hope you enjoy!

Likes and reblogs are appreciated!

gn reader

tw yandere, obsession, possessiveness, jealousy, mention of murder, mention of violence, kidnapping/ abduction, manipulation, stalking, emotional manipulation

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1.333 Anmerkungen – Gepostet 4. September 2022

Hello, I would like to request headcanons on Yandere!Vil with a reader who enjoys telling jokes often, such as "What does the sky use to make its clouds so fluffy? Air conditioner!" I just thought it would be neat to see.

Aww that´s really cute honestly, I like it ^^ Also yes, I did indeed google makeup jokes for this kmdfnyf

gn reader

tw yandere, possessiveness

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1.387 Anmerkungen – Gepostet 4. Juli 2022

Meine #1 des Jahres 2022

Vice-Dorm head Headcanons to their reaction when MC suddenly runs up to them and hugs them wrapping her legs around their hips so they have to hold her like she's a koala? Just cute and fluffy plsss 💖

Hello hello! Sorry for the long wait but here you go! I´m also writing this for a gn reader with they/them pronouns so everyone can enjoy ^^

Edit: Man look at past me, apologizing for the long wait when this has been sitting in my drafts for months now since then. Now I can truly say sorry because I seem to have greatly underestimated how much time this would take me back then jfskjbaf

Likes and reblogs are appreciated!

gn reader

warnings: none! just fluff

Vice dorm leaders and their reaction to Mc running up to them and wrapping their legs around them, so they have to hold them like a koala

Trey Clover

You know how hard-working your boyfriend is and how little breaks he gets because he has to keep both Riddle and the entirety of the Heartslabyul dorm in check. You tell him that he needs to take proper care of himself all the time but to no avail

So now, you decided to take matters into your own hands. If he wouldn´t take a break of his own accord then you suppose you would just have to force him to

You see Trey in the garden when you decide to set your dastardly plan into motion. Without any warning at all, you charge at him without any warning so it´s only natural that he fails to get a proper grip on you and you both almost fall to the ground as Trey struggles to keep standing

He´s still a bit caught off guard but soon he considerably calms down and there´s a small smile on his face

“Trey, I will not let go until you finally take a break. Take this as a warning”

“Well, it seems like I have no choice but to comply then. Riddle can wait for me some more...I think.”

So yes, you two spend a nice break all huddled up together and just chatting the day away. You both needed some more time together so Trey is actually pretty happy about the stunt you pulled even if he later reprimands you that you could have gotten hurt

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Brief Project Introductions

Because you might be like "Hey TC you have so many projects but what are they actually about? Why should I care?" And I know I've made jokes about them in the past but these are real summaries actually, just to give you guys an idea. Sorted by level of completion.

Pretty long post so it’s under a read-more.

Have multiple completed drafts, the main story is basically complete and just needs revision:

Celestials (The Ghost, The Fairy, & The Knight)

A middle grades series about the failing of the old order and reemergence of dark magic on one particular continent. The first book of this is actually published! Although it's technically a trilogy, the books do follow different protagonists and take place in different countries on the continent. It's less of a ‘books 1, 2, and 3′ and more of a ‘book 0 and then books 1 and 2′ of a story.

The Deadlands

If you ever saw that old Calamity Jane musical and thought "this is great except for the fact the last 10 minutes were straight" or if you have read the Ballad of Tam Lin and thought "this is great but why isn’t it about gay cowboys" then I have the book for you!

Genevieve is a singer from the big city who moves out into the middle of nowhere and ends up getting involved with the hitherto unknown-to-her magical culture of the wastes which may or may not be human in nature.

Dragon's Daughter (Dragon's Daughter & Dragon's Choice)

I've talked about this one before a lot but it is a lesbian knight/dragon romance that takes place after a dragon is ‘rescued’ from her mother against her will and dragged off to participate in human culture.

The knight she falls in love with is not the same one who killed her mother, I just want to clarify that.

The 1st book is going to begin serializing online in July!

Hoofbeats

If you like movies like Hidalgo but think "why isn’t it gay though?” This one might be for you. Kadife is a horse trainer who falls in love with Tirzha - the daughter of an organized crime lord who forbids the relationship due to the difference in their social classes.

But every year he hosts a very illegal and very dangerous steeplechase event and the winner can ask anything that they want, so Kadife enters with the intention of asking for Tirzha’s hand in marriage.

Temitope

I’ve also talked about this one a lot before. It's a young adult lesbian fairytale retelling wherein Temitope pretends to be a prince in order to protect her country from being overrun by a warlord and ends up falling in love with a princess who just so happens to need a champion at the moment.

Has a mostly or partially completed draft, so the story might change in the future:

The Gryphon of Sirray

This is a middle grade adventure story about a young prince and a young gryphon who go on a journey together to find out what happened to all the other gryphons - who vanished generations ago - and free them if possible in order to deal with the political upheaval that has accompanied the sudden and violent resurgence of all magic.

Has a little bit of "The Last Unicorn" vibes to it.

Will definitely get a different title in the future because I hate this one.

Magic Black as Knight

A young adult novel (which might end up being a duology) about a witch who falls in love with a trainee knight and decides to also become a trainee knight in order to win his affections, but is unable to do so without also continuing to be a practicing witch due to reasons and ends up living a dual life.

Miracles

Larkin ends his relationship with a god in an extremely dramatic fashion – by stabbing him. Kishar may have deserved it (he definitely deserved it) but now Larkin has divine blood on his hands and a curse chasing him. In order to avoid the curse he has to travel cross-country to the temple of miracles and get Kishar a new, unsullied sword within a certain amount of time. The main problem is the fact that the temple miracles is deep within dragon territory, where no sane person would ever willingly choose to go. He ends up in a traveling party with two eccentrics, each with their own secrets to hide and curses to bear, shenanigans and drama ensue.

Northbound

The daughter of two archaeologists is summoned back in time to serve as the personal mage to a temperamental young princess. Sasia’s job is already hard enough just living in the Imperial court, but things only get more intense when Keril accepts a political marriage to a fiery young general from the recently conquered northern reaches and in embroils them both in a far-reaching political struggle.

Worst of all, Sasia knows from her childhood that an unknown disaster of epic proportions is bearing down on the Empire and she can't help but feeling like this marriage has something to do with it. She does her best to protect Keril, survive herself, and prevent the Empire from turning into the ruins she remembers it as.

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Nyari is turned loose on the streets with nothing but massive holes in his memory and a criminal record that he also doesn't remember, but has been assured by others is real. With nowhere else to go he does what all refugees do, and heads for The Bridge - a self-governing area straddling two countries but not beholden to neither.

Unlike most people, he actually know someone who lives there, Dante – who might as well be a prince as far as The Bridge is concerned. While Nyari only intended to see a friendly face, it turns out that Dante needs his help. Something strange is happening and whoever's behind it is using magic specifically crafted to negate his own. With a chance of a permanent home and the possible ability to recover some of his missing memories from their shared past, Nyari agrees to become Dante’s spy and try to put a stop to whatever is happening.

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I love shounen manga. I love xianxia novels. This is just a love letter to both genres by me. Ideally it would be a comic, but might end up being just a heavily illustrated story. Hopefully it will appeal to anybody who also likes those genres because it's full of all my favorite tropes. Also it’s gay because I’m not a coward.

Old stories that are being completely gutted and redone:

The Huntress of Anihwen

Somehow the goddess of death has gone missing and all hell is breaking loose. In order to find out what happened and stop to it, Siani decides to break into the underworld and put things to rights.

This will probably end up being a middle grade novel, although it was young adult originally. I think it would work better for a lower age range.

Into the Witch's Wood

Emma Patterson comes from a long line of witches. Witchcraft is everything in her family. Unfortunately, she herself is not a witch.

Unwilling to accept the truth, her mother reaches out and through a friend of a friend of a friend manages to get Emma an internship at a company where all of the best witches go to work. If anybody can teach her how to do magic, surely it would be the head of such a company!

But it doesn't take a very long working there to realize that something at that company is decidedly not right, and her boss definitely isn't who she claims to be.

Laero

Kradhi is a prophesied warrior who eventually breaks under the strain of the expectations her tribe puts on her and runs away.

Nelli is the daughter of a general who ends up eloping with the enemy.

From different cultures and with vastly different philosophies and problems, the two of them are nonetheless thrown together by fate and have no choice but to travel together to request aid and try to save lives of thousands of innocent people who would certainly die without their interference.

The very, very original version of this was inspired by the Redwall series, so I think it still has some slight Redwall vibes.

The Thief Queen

Zephyral is an outcast from his own people and is forced to live among humans to make a life for himself. At first it's going great, until he’s suddenly framed for murder by a childhood friend he hasn't seen in years.

The victims were all nobility (and human) and unless he can find a way to clear his name, he will certainly be executed. He also has to manage to find a way to do that without being arrested as a fugitive, and with only the aid of an extremely eccentric "detective" to help him.

This will also need the new title because honestly this title had nothing to do with even the original plot and certainly doesn't have anything to do with the reworked plot LOL.

In very early stages:

The Race of the Midday Moon

You like Balto? Like Iron Will? Stone Fox? Gay children doing absolutely everything in their power to save their best friend? You'll probably like this one. My extremely indulgent middle grade love letter to cross country dog sledding stories!

The Swan Husband

Celendine is beloved by her people, heir to the throne and unstoppable warrior princess, a symbol of hope to all who behold her. At least until she's injured and poisoned on the battlefield. It's impossible for her to recover completely, it’s impossible to allow their people to know anything has happened to her.

In order to protect the spirit of their nation, her younger brother Camillus fakes his death and takes her place.

Everything works out fine until he suddenly finds himself in an arranged marriage with a prince from another nation. Lirio needed a warrior bride, and now finds himself saddled with an imposter, and one extremely protective older sister who won't allow anything bad to happen to her baby brother.

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A middle grade (probably?) novel about a boy from a modern world who falls into another and ends up in the company of a prince whose throne has recently been taken from him. He is determined to get it back, and get his revenge, but there's a problem. He doesn't know a damn thing about military strategy or the country he thinks he can rule over, or even ruling at all.

Well, our boy might be from a modern era but he did just have to write a book report on an old military strategy treatise so he agrees to help out on the premise that the prince will help him return home once he has access to the royal mages again.

But the farther into this venture they get, the more it begins to seem like it isn’t an accident that he ended up on that particular world, or in the company of that particular prince.

Not actually a novel, maybe?:

Second Chances

Extremely overwrought gay angst with a happy ending, this is a story that I first wrote in high school, I love it so much, and it’s level and type of drama has never changed.

Basically a story about two boys and the mutually self-destructive spiral they pull one another into and how they climb out of it over a period of years.

Silverwood

A four generation spanning sociopolitical fantasy epic. You might like this if you like really intense world building, and if you don't mind listening to somebody talk about something in excessive detail for 6 hours.

#writing #writeblr #my projects #so many lol #long post #they are all world built fantasy novels #I didn't feel like saying that every time

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Note that I don’t really care much for Fairy Tail, so I’m gonna simplify and remove some things, BS a tiny bit, go fo a little bit more of an original canon, somethin’ like that Jesus I just looked at her wiki this series went on for way to long

Lucy Heartfilia

Age: 21

Birthday: 1st, July

Gender: Cis Female (She/Her)

Sexuality: Bi Curious

Height: 165.09 cm (5’5 ft)

Weight: 61.23 kg (135 ibs)

Alignment: Neutral Good

Bio: Born into a wealthy family, Lucy had a very happy early childhood, living among her family estates staff and her parents. However, this would not last, as her mother passed away of an illness that wasn’t noticed until it was too late. For many years after, Lucy’s relationship with her father became estranged, and when she was a teenager, she ran away from home. In the following year, Lucy developed an interest in magic, specifically in the area of Celestial Spirit Magic, and even managed to join up with the legendary Fairy Tail magicians guild. In the years since, Lucy has been on many epic adventures, and made many good friends.

Additional Background/Personality: Lucy is a rather independent young woman, stemming from when she ran away from and home and the year that followed. However, she does enjoy camaraderie, and the presence of her friends never fails to bring a smile to her face. However, unlike her friends, Lucy does not share their same sense of enjoyment for violence and roughhousing, often opting out of the many guild brawls and squabbles that occur within Fairy Tail on the daily. This trait also applies to her adventures, as Lucy tends to seek peaceful solutions to certain situations before fighting becomes an absolute necessity. This aspect of her may stem from how she had a cowardice streak in her early days at Fairy Tail, though this part of her personality has greatly diminished over the years, becoming almost nonexistent. Through experience, Lucy has molded herself into becoming a brave person, who is not afraid to back down in the face of danger. Lucy has also gotten rather stubborn in her time with the guild, a trait that rubbed of on her from spending time with Natsu. She is kind to both her friends and her Celestial Spirits, and always gives her her all for their sake.

Appearance: Lucy is a young woman of slightly below average heigh with a slender and busty figure. She has soft facial features and brown eyes. Her hair is blonde and long, hanging all the way down to her hips, and she often does it up in ponytails or pigtails with ribbons. Lucy has a multitude of outfits in her wardrobe, but consistently, she wears shorts skirts and tops that have a light blue and white color scheming. She always wears a brown leather belt that keeps her skirts, and has a holster that holds her Celestial Spirit Keys and her whip. Her most common piece of footwear is a pair of long black leather boots, that go all the way up and cut off past her knees. Her Fairy Tail stamp is located on the back of her right hand.

Abilities: Lucy is a practitioner of Celestial Spirit Magic, a type of magic that allows her to summon Celestial Spirits, magical entities that reside in the Celestial Spirit World. Lucy accomplishes this through use of Celestial Spirit Keys, which are literal keys that open metaphysical gates between the regular world and the Celestial Spirt World, and allows the Spirit to pass through. Lucy can summon up to five Spirits in a single day. It should be noted that before being able to summon a Spirit, Lucy must form a contract with them that states when she can and can’t summon them. She can summon five at once, however this heavily taxed her magic reserves, so she can only hold her control over five separate Spirits for a handful of seconds. In the event that she either completely drains herself of magic or maxes out her summons for the day, Lucy has become skilled in hand-to-hand combat after learning from Erza, plus she is also rather skilled with a whip. Lucy owns multiple Celestial Spirit Keys, though she consistently uses a few, which are listed here. As for her hobbies, Lucy enjoys reading and also has a bit of an interest in the fashion industry.

Ships with: Natsu Dragneel

AUs: None at the moment, feel free to request

(Sources: Fairy Tail Wiki)

#reject: lucy heartfilia

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l0vegalores · 1 month

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╰ ☆ ◞ paul mescal / cisman / he/him ——— no way is that CIAN GALLAGHER? you know they’re TWENTY-EIGHT YEARS OLD and they’ve been in los angeles for FIVE YEARS. they’re chillin’ as a MUSICIAN & MECHANIC at ANGEL CITY AUTOMOTIVE. oh and they’re notoriously known for being MOODY but there are some people who have seen them be LOYAL. i heard they’re a part of a BAND called STATIC MIDNIGHT, yeah they’re a VOCALIST & GUITARIST. to be honest they sound a lot like BASEMENT, HONESTAV & CITIZEN. they’re actually a RISING STAR.

the low down on cian gallager + sonic interview

content warning: drug use

part one: statistics.

feel free to omit some questions as you see fit.

basic information:

full name: cian brendan gallager

nickname(s): n/a someone please give him some!

age: twenty-eight

date of birth: july 1st 1996

place of birth: dublin, ireland

gender: cisman

pronouns: he/him

orientation: bisexual & biromantic

language(s) spoken: english, irish-english

neighbourhood: west paradise

living arrangements: an apartment in the west paradise residence

family ties:

mother: siobhan gallagher

father: shane gallagher

siblings: one younger sister roisin, and a younger brother called finn

spouse / partner: n/a

children: n/a

pets: n/a

occupational information:

occupation: mechanic at angel city automotive

name of their act: static midnight

so they play instruments? if so what?: vocalist & guitarist

how long have they been a part of the act?: five years

artist influences: the smashing pumpkins, blur, the jesus and mary chain, jane's addiction, faith no more

current monthly spotify/apple music listens on average: 14k

physical appearance:

face claim: paul mescal

hair color: dusty brown

eye color: blue

height: 5ft 10

build: lean and muscular, gyms regularly

tattoos: a few black patwork style

piercings: his ears

clothing style: james dean core, well worn eight hole doc martens, cuffed indigo blue denim, white t-shirts with the sleeves rolled, levi's workman pants, denim jackets

distinguishing characteristics: irish accent, messy hair, messy facial hair and moustache

personality:

mbti: INFP - the mediator

element: water

western zodiac: cancer

chinese zodiac: 1996

positive traits: loyal, protective, creative, charming

negative traits: selfish, pessimistic, self-loathing, loner

hobbies: working on cars, reading, spending time on his own (he is a loner)

wanted connections:

band mates: currently looking for one bassist and one drummer to complete midnight static with cian and beau <3

past hookups: people cian would have hooked up with, probably from a dating app like tinder or grindr kinda thing

customers: people he's served/interacted with at his job angel city automotive

bonus info + headcanons

cian's home life was always turbulent, being the eldest son there was a lot of responsibility placed on him from his father which caused tensions, then his mother having gotten sick when he was still in high school really added fuel to the fire. his father wanted him to step up, to drop out and take up a trade to help look after the family, he also wanted his younger sister to drop out to take care of their mother but cian refused.

he did as his father asked of him and dropped out so that he could become a mechanic, but he only stayed in ireland until his younger brother turned eighteen before moving to los angeles to pursue other dreams for himself.

he's always been a part of bands since he was seventeen but starting static midnight was the first time he'd ever been a front man before and not just a guitarist.

cian is definitely low key a drug user and will often abuse pills. he's got hella self esteem issues which is a big part of why he self medicates.

part two: questionnaire.

start at the beginning, who are you and why are you important?"uhm," the man grimaced at the word important, failing to understand why he'd be referred to as important. "'names cian gallagher, 'm part of a band called static midnight. i sing and play guitar." his thick irish accent brought a certain rigidity to his syllables, whilst he was direct and to the point.

how long have you been making music?"i started teaching myself to play guitar when i was probably about seventeen." his arms are crossed over his chest as he speaks, but there's always movement to his body. a restlessness that permiates throughout him. "yeah it was stupid, i wanted to impress a girl so i learned a few chords and i just kept playing ever since. then being in a band was just always somethin' i did till it became my thing and people were listenin'.

how would you describe the kind of music you make? shrugging his shoulders, he had to admit he found defining his styles difficult. especially considering his influences were always so varied. "i mean alternative rock for sure, i think i've seen some comments about being soft grunge or fitting into an emo category but i think it's all kinda much of a muchness. sometimes we try and change it up but as long as people are listening to it and feeling it it doesn't really matter."

who are some of your biggest musical influences?"growing up in ireland i had a lot of british and irish music influencing my tastes and styles. i always grew up listening to alt rock, goth, punk and post punk styles of music because of my parents especially. but i also did always love the american scenes too."

what is the first record you ever bought?"i think it was either psychocandy by the jesus and mary chain or wish by the cure. both of those albums are amazing."

how would you describe your style of performance? what makes your shows worth seeing?"i definitely think my favourite shows are definitely with the crowds who are there to get on your level you know? the shows in the intimate rooms with the small stages and the crowds who wanna really feel it with ya." there's a small pause whilst cian brushes his lips with his tongue, contemplating how mad he sounds right now. "that's what i like doing at shows, connecting with crowds and feelin' the energy, ya know."

what are you still hoping to achieve in your career?"i'd really love to make money, i mean i think that's most peoples dreams. and we're definitely headed in the right direction but there's still a ways to go."

#sonicfm:intro #about / cian gallagher.

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rielstarr · 2 months

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not your founding father (mouthpiece)

February 17th, 2024

Live performance in collaboration with musician Tys Burger creating improvised sound art in response to my words.

Photo documentation by Elizabeth Fox

WHAT DO YOU KNOW ABOUT LOUIS RIEL?

I AM STILL GROWING INTO MY NAME

TODAY I AM A MOUTHPIECE

AN INTERPRETER OF THE PAST

WHAT DO YOU KNOW ABOUT THE TRIAL OF LOUIS RIEL?

“When I came into the Northwest in July, the 1st of July 1884, I found the Indians suffering. I found the half-breeds eating the rotten pork of the Hudson Bay Company and getting sick and weak every day. Although a half-breed, and having no pretension to help the whites, I also paid attention to them. […] We have made petitions, I have made petitions with others to the Canadian government asking to relieve the condition of this country.”

“We have taken time; we have tried to unite all classes, even may speak, all parties.”

“During my life I have aimed at practical results. I have writings, and after my death I hope that my spirit will bring practical results.”

“When we sent petitions to the Government, they used to answer us by sending police […] There are papers which the Crown has in its hands, and which show that demoralisation exists among the police, if you will allow me to say it in the court, as I have said it in writing.”

“If I am blessed without measure I can see something into the future, we all see into the future more or less.”

“The only things I would like to call your attention to before you retire to deliberate are:

1st That the House of Commons, Senate and Ministers of the Dominion, and who make laws for this land and govern it, are no representation whatever of the people of the North-West.

2nd That the North-West Council generated by the Federal Government has the great defect of its parent.

3rd The number of members elected for the Council by the people make it only a sham representative legislature and no representative government at all.”

WHAT DO YOU KNOW ABOUT LOUIS RIEL?

When we send petitions to the government they still answer us by sending the police, before turning around and calling Louis Riel a founding father (Riel).

I CANNOT ANSWER THESE QUESTIONS FOR HIM EITHER.

AND I AM STILL GROWING INTO OUR NAME.

#performance #contemporary art #métis #métis art #art #artist #Indigenous art #musician

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