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The Capo's Soliloquy (Yandere Mafia!Cyno, Tighnari, and Alhaitham/Reader)

A/n: I see that none of you have any self-preservation when it comes some men and I respect that–

CW: hurt/comfort, yandere, mafia, and religious themes. Possible major character deaths. Mentions of human trafficking, su*cide & grief. Please avoid this fic if you're sensitive to the contents mentioned!!! SKIP TO CHAPTER 3 IF YOU NEED TO, THERE'S A BRIEF SUMMARY AT THE BEGINNING!!!

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"O Capo! My Capo!": a yandere!mafia au - Chapter 2

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[Morning, 6 AM:]

You woke up at 4 AM, but only mustered up the willpower to get out of bed an hour later.

Breakfast and utensils were left for you by Inquisitor Cyno (you presume). It's not unusual that a clean fork and knife to be on the table, but there's a note above that says "Not a weapon. It's not knife to harm a room's wallpaper."

The audacity to leave that note after confiscating your gun (that you stole, but that's not important.) Needless to say, the first thing you did was crumble that paper and dump it in the trash. That joke was garbage so you're not listening to his instructions.

You ate your fill, showered, got dressed (in poor quality clothing), and you waited till the clock struck 5:59 AM, and when it did–

The window opened a minute later, just like he said.

Alhaitham peeked from the window incredulously while you begrudgingly applauded his time management skills. The spy pointed at your hands.

"Why do you always have a knife each time we meet?"

"It's a premonition." You answered half-heartedly. It'd be nice if it was. You'd gladly dig a hole in his chest when the day comes.

Alhaitham hummed in amusement, shutting the window behind him.

You'd believe him if he said he just rolled out of bed—he was dressed in the same clothing as the night before. Although that is most likely their standard uniform, you'd rather he be well-dressed than wear a basic black coat. In his current clothing, Alhaitham resembled a thinly wrapped-up rubbish bag. Candace would probably mistake him for garbage if you did kill him that night.

"What's your answer?"

"I don't like impatient men." You deadpanned.

Alhaitham began mentally preparing for his debate and points to argue about–

[CHOSE: RECRUIT ALHAITHAM]

"But I'll take the risk."

Alhaitham jerked up, not believing what he was hearing.

"You… don't want to look at my resume?–"

You recalled Inquisitor Cyno's words yesterday.

-----

'–I was instructed to look after you until they help you renovate your manor and the panetteria beside it. That is, of course, assuming you still pass the requirements of being Innamorati's Capo.'

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You scoffed.

You're dying. You don't have enough time to look for a sacrifice and you can't get the Church's permission unless you are still a Capo. Subsequently, you're not qualified to be a Capo unless you have an underboss.

He will suffice.

Time is a vital resource. And you barely have two years left. It doesn't matter if you just met him last night– his reputation precedes him and you'll do anything to maintain your position.

"You think I'd give you more chances to brag?" You eyed him too narrowly for the situation, making it known that you're not fond of how his mouth prattles. "Listen, do you want the job or not? Because I've received a letter from Beidou last night that she knows a new kid who would gladly take it off your hands–"

"I am honored, Capo."

Alhaitham hurriedly bowed down with a hand on his chest. You looked pleased. That's it. That's the reaction you're after. He clearly enjoys taking his sweet time.

You don't like Alhaitham. You've not spent much time interacting with him, but he reeks of academic pretentiousness.

"Good." You put your hand on top of his head.

"Don't fuck it up."

But you don't want to burden your men with a responsibility they are not prepared to shoulder.

You hired him so someone else would take the fall.

Alhaitham looks like the type who wouldn't take "no" for an answer, so you'll give him what he wants.

Unbeknownst to you, Alhaitham smiled gleefully.

[AFFECTION METER: 15.00%]

He looked up after you pulled your hand away and straightened his (awful) coat.

"This is not just an afterthought, so tell me this: why did you decide to pursue this occupation?" You said. "Was the Akademiya's pay that low that you'd join the familia?"

He nodded slowly. Even his most minuscule of mannerisms looked annoying.

"I wanted to work with you."

Can't say the same. You want to carve his face off.

"I've been researching Eleazar for 3 years and twenty-six days. In my list, you are the oldest and longest-living patient of this disease."

And he'd join the familia because…?

"I assure you, I care more about your health than what meets the eye."

You don't care. What matters to you most is your familia. You don't want your underboss to be loyal to you– a leader must be loyal to their men.

"–Besides, I think you and I would make great partners–"

Again, has little to do with the actual Innamorati familia.

Your nose scrunched.

There's a word to succinctly describe him, and it's not "annoying."

"–I don't hide the fact that I find you aesthetically pleasing." He said. "You're quick-witted and a very capable leader–"

It's at the tip of your tongue– obnoxious? Troublesome? Obsses–

"–My coworker, Aryabhata also agrees that your face is an epitome of Divina Proportione, and he's always been a prompt mathematician–"

You raised your hand, halting him.

…

Hold on.

With this renewed silence, your grip on the butterknife tightened.

Bile rose to your throat, and if you could vomit blood right now, you would just so he's aware of how you felt.

You remember the word now. Tartaglia frequently uses it to allude to the bambinis who come to his manor. The term is nauseating and demeaning, but there is no other way to describe how the spy acts.

… It can't be, right?

Suddenly, your opinions about Alhaitham drastically plummeted. Your spirit left your body, and you hope a couple of shots will help drag it back down once you enter Tartaglia's manor.

Damn. You thought Tartaglia was joking when he said you have some very… unquenched and downright masochistic... admirers.

Not that it's confirmed, but with the way Alhaitham looks at you, you just had to know…

You cleared your throat, uncomfortable.

...

"In other words, you're doing all this because you're some sort of groupie?"

Alhaitham froze.

Your face contorted into a perfect depiction of unbridled revulsion and intrigue, a look that screams you simultaneously want and don't want to learn more about what he does inside his bedchamber.

In a way, you're awestruck that some men are THAT desperate to get laid– it's almost commendable– but to be so brazen enough to admit it is just…

"What– Of course not. Unlike some people, I'm not that far gone yet."

Yet???

Alhaitham stiffened, unsure how you ended up with a half-baked yet reasonable (reasonable because he knows the truth) conclusion. Despite his voice sounding cool and composed, his nonverbal behavior betrays him.

"Smettila di raccontarmi cazzate." You mumbled to yourself.

"Non sto mentendo." There was a faint edge in his voice as he argued back.

Your eyes widened.

Alhaitham's eyebrows furrowed. "... What's so surprising, tesoro? Don't tell me you didn't expect an Akademiyan spy to not be fluent in Snezhnayan. We had to learn 20 languages before we could join the Akademiya."

There was something natural about the way "tesoro" rolls off his tongue, and you didn't question it the first time he called you that the first time. Now that you're hearing it again in this context, you wanted to spit on his face.

You're not hearing any of this.

You're not entertaining the idea that your new underboss applied just for a chance to warm his bed.

...

Sometimes, maybe ignorance is bliss.

Let's just conclude it with that life lesson and move on. You don't want to kill him yet.

"First command I'll give is that you will never address me as tesoro again. Ugh. I don't wanna know how many women and men you've beckoned with that name." You looked down, face wrinkled in absolute disappointment.

Alhaitham sighed. He can't refute if you pressed on asking similar questions. There's a high chance he would've told you right then and there that he did some questionable things with the tissues he picked up from your trash bin.

Not wanting to give him opportunities to defend himself, you digressed immediately. You don't want to dwell on your previous accusations.

You dropped something in his hands.

As per recruitment tradition in the Innamorati Familia, you gave him a piece of clothing. A single green scarf.

A far cry in quality from the opera gloves Rosalyne gave you and the eyepatch you gave Dimitri.

Alhaitham graciously accepted it, but he's confused as to why you gifted him a scarf rather small; he might as well use it as a towel. He was expecting that you'd give him a hat similar to the ones you always wore. He's rather petty that this is what he received, but the answer is simple…

"You'll only be an underboss by name. I grant you no real authority."

He gave you an unimpressed look before wrapping it around his neck. It barely covers him. Alhaitham was devastated that the scarf didn't feel like it was yours, but he'd never admit it. Instead, he asked you about his job in his normal snarky tone.

"I'm well aware you'd say something to that effect before I applied. Are there any other words of wisdom you'd like to share with your new underboss?"

"You only have one job and it's to sit still and look pretty. Other than that, I hope you change or die." You meant it.

"What an encouraging thing to say." Alhaitham chuckled. "Then again, thank you. Word on the streets is that you're usually friendly but reserved, I must be pretty interesting if you're talking this much."

He takes the phrase "word on the streets" quite literally. Alhaitham has a propensity of eavesdropping when he visits cafes near Morepesok square. And you happen to be his favorite subject. Every time someone mentions you, Alhaitham jots it down in his little notebook. You're too popular, and for a damn good reason. He can't help but join in on those chats knowing what it's about. Regulars now recognize him as the lunatic Eleazar researcher, but you don't need that information.

You rolled your eyes and twirled your knife.

Annoying.

You placed your knife down and extended your hand out. He stared at it, silently confused.

"Take my hand."

He quickly, and almost desperately, followed your command. "And? Your hands are warm… but what's your strategy?"

You're starting to lose your patience.

You sighed, waving your other hand dismissively. "At this point, maybe you do need to take lessons of when to shut the fuck up– you'll probably sound smarter if you talk less."

"How do you prefer for me to act? You already got Cyno, a brooding bodyguard, so what role should I take? My skills like more o–"

You can't take it anymore.

You yanked him by the collar. Your faces are only a hair apart, and as it stands, the proximity has made his legs wobbly. Alhaitham's breath hitched as you gazed at him menacingly, as though your pupils shrank in anger. Your fingernails messed up his ironed dress shirt and should he strike your nerve ONE MORE TIME you might just rip his throat out.

"Act like a fucking human being with brains instead of scarabs, maybe. Good riddance– I don't have time for this– do I have to train you like a DOG?" You growled.

He's your underboss, (Y/n).

You cringed. You've nearly forgotten it's you who mostly owe him a favor, not the other way around. You saw the almost perfectly hidden apprehension in his eyes and felt a twinge of guilt.

Don't forget, you're as terrifying as Rosalyne when you're angry.

Don't scare him away. Like it or not, you NEED him. Or else the Cardinals, Pierro, and maybe even Inquisitor Cyno won't recognize you as a Capo– Do you want that to happen? Do you want your men jobless and living on the streets? Are you that selfishly angry?

You breathed in. You breathed out.

Steel yourself, (Y/n).

... You used to be so in tune with your emotions. You were able to suppress most of it– not a lot of people can tell when you're angry. Your anger used to be silent.

What on earth happened to you? Are you still yourself? If so, why are you acting like a mess?

....

Supposed that influx of anger makes sense for someone who lost almost everything in one day. Your hands are trembling. You're homeless, your business is gone– and half of your friends are dead.

But you're directing all that anger on the wrong person.

Alhaitham didn't burn your manor down. He can be a suspect, but there are no solid shreds of evidence against him. What is wrong with you?!

Snap out of it!

You can't mourn.

You don't have TIME for that!!!

You dropped your hold on him, shaking your head. For a moment, Alhaitham forgot how to breathe and his chest heaved for what felt like the first time. No one had pulled him that close before.

You're sane.

You're still sane.

You just have to keep believing that.

"... I was only asking to prepare myself for the inevitable culture shock." He said after collecting himself. "But whatever you did just now was enthralling."

You felt a nerve twitch.

This man.

"You're a researcher. It's high time you use your head." You grunted. "For now, you're coming with me– I'm introducing you to the familia."

"Understood. Lead the way."

The door creaked open.

"(Y/n) are you alright–"

The three of you froze.

Inquisitor Cyno and newly appointed Underboss Alhaitham exchanged calculating glances. You observed as they each attempted to fish something out of their pockets in slow, meticulous movements. Cyno peered hypocritically at the knife he claimed was "not a weapon."

You coughed, but neither flinched.

"Yes, I'm quite alright, Inquisitor." You smiled cheaply. "Please, allow me to introduce my temporary underboss. This is Dimit– Alhaitham, he'll be working for me starting today."

Dimitri.

Why did you almost say that name?

He's gone.

Accept it.

Cyno's eyes widened before he frowned intensely. He looked at Alhaitham, unsure where to start.

"Him?" His voice dripped in alarm and disappointment. "Are you sure? You do know who– of course, you do– but he's–"

"A high risk?" You said. "He is. But he's a risk I'm willing to take."

You grinned. "Besides, I know Alhaitham's reaction time– he wouldn't last a second against me if assassination is on the table."

Last night's rendezvous was a fine attestation for that claim. If you put in the effort, Candace would've found a dead body haphazardly thrown in the public trash can.

Cyno didn't say a word, he knows your skill. He nodded, yet his eyes said otherwise.

Why is he looking at you like that? Why is he looking at you like you're out of your mind? You're perfectly alright.

The inquisitor noticed that something was off about you and gazed at Alhaitham instead. His stare was laced with the kind of venom that can only be found between two men who already had a grudge against one another.

The air weighed heavy as you both walked past the inquisitor.

"Watch your back, Akademiyan spy."

Alhaitham smirked.

"Yours as well, Church assassin."

—----

As expected, your men had mixed feelings when you showed up with an Akademiyan spy, and their reactions heightened when you revealed and stressed that he'd be a TEMPORARY underboss until you found a suitable replacement.

You cannot emphasize enough that as an ally, he's only a band-aid solution and that you'll find someone more suitable in your ranks, but that doesn't quell any feelings of rivalry they may have. It's exhausting to count with both hands and feet just how many men announced that they'll take over Alhaitham's occupation soon enough and that they'll get rid of him "in our Capo's name!" They were rather noisy– it's a good thing Tartaglia's in another room drinking his sorrows away (apparently he got dumped.)

While that sounds sweet, what's sweeter is seeing the look of annoyance on Alhaitham's face. A room full of Snezhnayan men acting like frat boys is likely not what an introverted scholar expected when applying for the mafia.

Other than Alhaitham's woes, you were so relieved a handful made it out alive.

Felix discreetly handed you a list of the survivors' names. You didn't order him to do anything, but he collected everyone's signature with encouraging remarks in 3 stacks of paper, back to back, all cheering you on. Some are brief, others were straight-up novel worthy– but the length didn't matter because these were borne of familial affection. Even Felix, who is normally gruff and reticent, informed you that the Innamorati Familia awaits your orders. To think that Felix used to be the disobedient one, too.

Everyone trusts and admires you. That never changed even after you lost almost everything. Not a lot of people are fortunate enough to say the same.

After some deliberation, you tucked those papers safely in your pocket along with your swayed heart, promising them that you will devise a strategy just like what you always do.

But you can't stay much longer.

You should be happy to receive such heartfelt letters from your familia... But why didn't you feel anything?

Why do you feel so hollow?

You don't want your men to worry, so you left immediately after a small speech, and with Felix's help, you met up with the manor's Capo.

You already left the common room when someone threw a glove at Alhaitham's face– it was funny but an audience with your figurative "fratello" would be more spectacular. Since Tartaglia inherited everything the now-retired Capo Pantalone had, he keeps a surplus of alcohol in his minibar and cellars. It's enticing, but you'll go for a non-alcoholic drink. Can't get wasted when you have a business meeting later today.

Not that you want to get drunk with Tartaglia. His voice has a certain bell-like quality to it when you're hungover.

Your fratello yawned, staring at the wall before you came in. When he noticed your presence, he patted the empty seat beside him.

"... Mind giving me a rundown of what happened at the Sumeru Church?" He sounded depressed. Just how beautiful was this boy or girl to make him look this sad?

You dismissed Felix and sat down.

"I suppose I should recount everything that happened, starting at around yesterday morning…"

It was a long story.

You tried to narrate everything in a detached perspective, viewing the fiasco as nothing short of a random story, and yet…

In a switch, Tartaglia busted into a fit of laughter.

Tartaglia couldn't stop laughing as he poured himself a shot of fire-water. His entire body was shaking in pure joy as you recounted the events. Your fellow Capo's spirits buoyed immediately as you got to the last part. He couldn't restrain himself and sure enough, some of his drink spilled. You stared at him bewildered as Tartaglia wiped it off with his sleeves. Where the hell is this boar's dignity? Uncultured swine.

"H-Hol-Hold on– hAHAHA!–" Tartaglia held his stomach while his other hand balled into a fist, shakily slamming the table. "You're telling me he joined ca-cause he wants to fuck?!"

You ignored him, furiously cutting a lime. Just earlier, Tartaglia was moping that he got rejected by a blonde traveler (who's his target), so he's experiencing a massive schadenfreude.

There are so many details he could've nitpicked, like how you metaphorically adopted another troubled girl or how you nearly shipped Alhaitham for Wednesday's garbage pickup, and he had to choose that one. He would have been moved by what Felix and the others had done for you if he had let you finish talking. But no. Tartaglia is Tartaglia. Tomato, to-ma-to.

"Do you have to put it so perversely? It's not as if it's confirmed." Leaning over to whisper to him, you pulled his ear. "It's just a hunch. I'm not sure if he sees me like that."

You kind of want to brag that at least you get admirers while he can't even get a foreigner's attention, but you're not that low.

"H-Holy shit my comrade! You're so fucking dense!"

"Stop speaking." You said, making darting motions with the knife.

Violence isn't out of the equation, though.

Don't worry, you're sure physical wounds are easier to heal.

"I-I can't! This is gold." He cackled like a goose. Under normal circumstances, you would've chuckled over his dumb-sounding laughter, but you're the butt of his jokes. "You? A prude like you?– c'mon mio amico Alhaitham, you can do better than that, fratello!"

"When on earth did you start calling him your brother?–" Your voice was dangerously leaning towards platonic jealousy.

"Since he started thinking about smashing my older sibling." Both his elbows rested on the counter, and his blue eyes hawked as if waiting for a moment to strike.

"Oh, and for the record, I'm definitely Team Alhaitham on this one. Send my regards to Cyno. He put up a fight when he decided he'll help repair your manor but it ain't as great as a good fuck."

You twisted his ear, making him squirm and moan in pain loudly.

"Don't drag the Inquisitor into your whimsical fetishes. You are the scum of the earth and for the sake of Teyvat, I hope you will never reproduce. May the Tsaritsa forgive you, you lonely lonely man."

"Ow-ow-ouch!!! Hey! T-Take a breather with that knife, won't you? Might hurt yourself there, comrade."

You put it down.

"... I've been pointing blades around excessively for a while now. Perhaps I should stray away from knives." Your eyes trailed down his waist.

"Exactly–"

"Tartaglia, lend me your double-action revolver."

His smile dropped.

"You've got to be kidding me." There was a high-pitch strain as he ended his sentence. Tartaglia protectively covered his gun. "I'm not giving you my babygirl."

"My hostler's been light lately; it's not for aesthetics. The least you can do is let this homeless person borrow a gun."

"Yeah but you're beautiful even without one, didn't Alhaitham call you the apple of his eye?"

"I will gouge yours out."

Tartaglia gulped.

"Okay, okay. Calm down. Here." The pressure in his tone deepened as he reluctantly passed his revolver.

You took it off his hands and just as you were about to inspect for bullets, you glanced at your watch.

You still have a meeting scheduled in half an hour.

"Cazzo– I have to go."

"Hey wait!–"

You stood up and left for the common room, leaving your heartbroken brother back alone as he listened to your call for Alhaitham.

Tartaglia sighed and went back to his drink, painfully aware of the deafening silence. He sipped his shot and stared sadly at the aisle of drinks in front of him. No one to share with. And most of all, his lucky gun isn't with him.

"Damn. I'm a fucking capo but why do I feel like I've been robbed?"

—--

[Morning, 11 AM:]

"Is this the Ogonptitsa district? But why?"

Alhaitham followed you about like a lost dog yearning for a home. You would normally have driven your car (which was parked in one of Tartaglia's garages), but you felt like torturing him. The Akademiyan agent is far too pale. Even if your destination was the desert, you'd trek merely to fry him in the sun.

He appears like a child wearing a bib with the scarf you gave him. You tried hard not to laugh at him.

Mental note: buy Alhaitham a collar next time.

"Don't you know? Aren't you supposed to be my underboss?" You shrugged. "We're going around town, and do use caution. After all… When in Snezhnaya, you do what the Snezhnayans do."

You stopped at a familiar red building, and Alhaitham nearly walked past you had you not called his name.

This is the place you're looking for.

Three maids dropped their baskets and scrambled to usher you both inside. Alhaitham trailed behind as you thanked the hardworking staff, unconcerned about how easily you've been brought inside.

Before you know it, you and your underboss are on the 4th floor of the mansion, facing its owner.

"Hmm, he looked just like the uploaded pictures in the Akasha Terminal," Alhaitham muttered, memorizing Diluc's face intensely. The earpiece he's wearing buzzed. "Interesting. He's 72 kilograms and 6'1" in height."

You raised an eyebrow.

Why the hell does Alhaitham need that information?

Fucking weirdo.

Too distracted by his mutterings, Alhaitham was the first to claim the empty sofa. Your new "underboss" crossed his legs like a man would in the comfort of his own home. You held back a long sigh as you took a seat beside him, making a mental note to lecture him about this. Underbosses shouldn't take a seat before the Capo themselves– and you're painfully reminded just how underqualified he is in areas that do not involve bookkeeping and information gathering.

You summoned your patience so that you would refrain from kicking Alhaitham's leg while the host flipped through his papers. His eyes are twitching, and his small stifled yawns indicate that he didn't get much sleep either.

Mister "Darknight Hero" here must've been helping the citizens while you were away.

[CHOSE: NEGOTIATE FUNDS WITH VISCONTI DILUC RAGNVINDR]

[NARROWLY AVOIDED BAD ENDING 1: "You're Collei's Friend, After All!" ]

"Buongiorno, Visconti Diluc. My apologies for this sudden appointment"

"Likewise, Capo." He was unable to catch himself from yawning out loud. The Visconti's shoulders sheepishly dropped as he lazily composed himself. "P-Pardon me, as well. I've been too busy as of late."

"Understandably so." Alhaitham suddenly said.

Diluc regarded bim with cool, disinterested eyes, before pretending he wasn't in the room. You're sure he's dying to ask some questions, but you both respect each other's time.

[ALHAITHAM IS PRESENT]

[MODERATE RISK -> VERY LOW RISK]

"Before we start, I'd like to extend my deepest condolences, (Y/n)." He muttered. "I know the anguish of being separated from family."

It's been years since his father died, but grief doesn't hit all at once; it comes in waves. Diluc's eyes softened, and if his hand had been near yours, he would have held it. You're difficult to read, but that doesn't mean you're uncaring. That is one characteristic you both share.

"Grazie, Signor."

Visconti Diluc was no syndicate and did not have the machinations to become one. His hands were clean until his father died– and he had a vendetta against the mafia ever since.

Despite that, he is still your reluctant ally.

You import and export drinks between Mondstadt and Snezhnaya; cultivating an unfavorable connection would be unwise. As a result, you frequently invite him to stay for supper, in which the Visconti would chatter about how a person like you should change occupations while you still have the opportunity. Diluc's dissatisfaction is palpable whenever you demonstrate your legal business management abilities. You would have been a formidable competitor in the wine industry. Someone who will make running Dawn Winery less mundane.

However, his emotions do not prevent him from occasionally keeping you company in Angel's Share.

"I assume you're the one that sent that letter?" He asked.

"If you're referring to my pigeon Picus, then yes." You nearly ranted about how Tartaglia made a joke that your pet nearly became a crispy fried pigeon but you refrained from revealing that information.

"I see…"

"For the record, you don't need to state your case," Diluc said. "I'll let you loan the money."

He agreed without putting up a fight because his adopted brother was just like you in terms of negotiation. Frighteningly enough, both you and Kaeya have an uncanny ability to wrap everyone around your fingers…

So really, he'd give in either way. Might as well save everyone's time. Besides, Diluc could never say no to you.

You're not a bad person in his eyes.

You're just lost.

"Grazie again, Visconti. But I assume you'd need my men?" You gestured at his folders, which were all about festival wine.

Diluc laughed humorlessly. "Yes, if you would, please. I need extra hands for the next batch."

"Gladly."

"Thank you– but please don't leave yet. I need your council."

You shifted from your seat, relaxing slightly.

Meanwhile Alhaitham crossed his arms. His stare was cold and directly aimed at the Visconti. The Akademiyan Spy must've found some dirt on him by simply observing his room– or rather, his trashcan– but he can't tell you that information right now.

It'll be a bigger mess if Alhaitham revealed what Diluc had been doing to your picture. So he'll let you talk to him, for now.

Visconti, you are so terrible at hiding things.

Diluc cleared his throat. "Remember our previous discussion about the Rex Lapis-Morax theory?"

You snorted. "Why would I?"

Rex Lapis and Morax. There's a theory circulating that the Adepti's leader, Morax, is the Geo Archon, Rex Lapis. This spread like wildfire once Focalor claimed to be the unappreciated Hydro Archon. Akademiyan scholars beat this dead horse by spinning nonsense about how an Archon could take a human's shape. Even Tartaglia believed the same and insisted that he had seen Morax transform before his very eyes into a primordial dragon.

But was that what Diluc was actually talking about?

No. Of course not.

Your previous discussion ended with a certain green musician. That's WHO he was referring to.

For now, Alhaitham observed his surroundings while eavesdropping on your conversation.

"There had been a new development," Diluc shared with a small grin. "News circulated that he was seen wearing cloaks, not unlike the depictions of Archons through the mouth of a blonde 'worker'."

You snorted.

"Was there any doubt? They should know by now that she won't be 'working' for them forever. Love for one's familia has more value than their petty greed. If they're not willing to listen, well, the Darknight Hero would be mad, wouldn't he?"

"Hah. Should I meet up to tell them just that? Give the papers something to write about?"

"Nah. You should just announce it by the grapevine. Make sure to invite my fratello if things start to get wild."

"Indeed I should, and I will. Maybe a taste test would do well in this line of business."

"Ah, but do you really need that?" You smiled. "You have the barrels you need."

"Fair enough. Nothing of value was lost when the storm died anyways. At least we have the wind in town."

"Hmm, hmm. A wind pretending to be human, how curious. Enough about him, are you going to help her?"

"There's no need. She's plenty capable handling herself. Haven't you heard? She even met your fratello."

"... She's the one that dumped him?"

"Who else?"

"Oh my God–" You laughed. "What a small world!"

Alhaitham's eyes sharpened. He's smart, but he is not a miracle worker. Your conversation did not make sense without any historical context. Those jargons were likely terms only the two of you knew.

But Alhaitham could tell you're not underestimating his competencies.

In fact, this was probably you testing him to see if he could catch up.

The only thing he understood was "grapevine."

That's what Mondstadters use when referring to a human trafficking ring.

But the rest of the conversation? Absolutely cryptic. But that doesn't matter.

Whoever this mystery woman is must've been a slave who broke free. As for her identity, however...

Alhaitham will figure it out soon enough.

Diluc signed the parchment.

His signature had severe angles and curves, somewhat hostile and prideful but conveyed in an elegant manner. You're no expert, but Diluc's handwriting aptly describes his personality. No matter how hard he tries to repress himself, bits and pieces will always leak into one's daily life.

And so, the deal is done.

—---------

"We'll be taking our leave. As always, it was a pleasure doing business with you."

"Likewise, Capo."

You took a look behind you. Alhaitham was already a few meters away, his nose buried in a book. You made a mental note to chastise him later. Perhaps you do need to train him like a dog. You know that madman is all about liberty and self-government, but there is a hierarchy he must adhere to.

"Oh, and Capo?"

"Yes?" You turned to face him again.

Diluc looked away, a bit upset.

"Whenever you come to visit, would you mind not bringing your underboss along?"

You furrowed your eyebrows.

"Why?"

"I prefer talking to people one-on-one."

He said it so quickly that you're convinced he practiced that lie in front of a mirror.

But you have an idea as to why that is, and it's likely not security related. At all. His brother told you the reason behind Diluc having so awkwardly when around you. That's because before Crepus adopted him, you were Kaeya's orphanage sibling first.

Visconti Diluc Ragnvindr harbors feelings for you for over three years now, and he does not know how he should to properly manage it. Kaeya had shown you proof of this before by leaking his unsent love letters and you thanked him for the heads-up. This is likely his half-assed admission that he doesn't want to see another man close to you.

You nodded, lying better than Diluc did.

Shame that the feeling isn't mutual.

"I'll see what I can do." You answered without conviction.

Diluc smiled.

With his hair all messy and his clothes disheveled, Diluc looked truly at home. The view from in front of his porch felt personal as if you were coming home to see your husband waiting for you by the door. There's an unspoken intimacy in the way he smiled. If you're lucky enough, you might just figure out why.

But you don't want to.

You don't have time to indulge in a mere flight of fancy.

Anyone would hesitate to love a dead man.

"Thank you– be careful on your way back. I'd offer to walk you but…" His face soured as he quickly glanced at Alhaitham.

"I will. Buona giornata, Visconti Ragnvindr."

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Alhaitham yanked your hand, unamused.

His akasha terminal was flickering red lights on and off as if he had received bad news. Alhaitham was staring at Diluc, and this time for sure you knew he was measuring something.

A meter you couldn't see.

'Disgusting boar.' Alhaitham thought to himself.

"We'll leave. Now." He ordered slowly.

You nodded and waved Diluc goodbye one last time.

Whatever it is, you decided to trust your new underboss's judgement. And thank Tsaritsa you did.

With everything Alhaitham saw with his Akasha Terminal, he will never let you visit that man alone.

Because Visconti Diluc is the one guilty of what you accused Alhaitham of.

If Alhaitham wasn't there, Visconti goody-two-shoes Ragnvindr would've kidnapped you.

Alhaitham huffed, both angry and amused.

'Fucking pervert.'

Disgusting as that Visconti may be, he understands where he's coming from.

But that man doesn't know you're dying.

And Alhaitham would rather spend the last of your days doing what you want with him by your side than the confines of his basement.

—------

[Afternoon, 3 PM:]

[Chose: Visit Barbara]

You went to visit Barbara alone.

Alhaitham left for his accounting duties, but not before ordering that no additional business meetings will take place for the rest of the evening. Not that you had any. Whatever the case, the Visconti must've left a bad taste in his mouth despite his polite behavior.

His mouth was always in motion, and none of his words were nice. Alhaitham suggested other organizations that would sponsor you instead but stopped mid-sentence when you started fidgeting with Tartaglia's gun. As he should. Someone as green as him in this scene shouldn't question his boss's judgement.

"Be careful around Visconti Diluc. He's a lunatic."

"More than you?"

"Hah. You Fatuis seriously require better intel."

He was getting on your nerves. It's a good thing your last destination is the church. You would've left his body in an alleyway if it wasn't.

A familiar nun stood outside, horribly displeased. Sister Rosaria never finds morning lectures and hymns interesting, and that attitude is strictly how you figured out she's not a simple nun. She's a disciple and inquisitor, much like Cyno.

"Ciao, Sister Rosaria." You greeted. "Is Barbara around?'

"She told me that if I saw you I should apologize for her sake," Rosaria spoke in a near grumble. "And that I should help you out."

"Not that you would." You grinned and she chuckled.

"Not that I would normally." Rosaria corrected you. "But your people were good men. My condolences, Capo."

Your smile faltered, threatening to spill before you huffed and worked on your image. When those words come from people with burdens like Visconti Ragnvindr and Sister Rosaria, their sincerity weighs heavier than your pride.

"Thank you, Rosaria."

"The streets have become safer when they were around. The priest was glad when Dimitri taught the children how to defend themselves. It's a shame that he died–"

"Dimitri's not dead."

Those words slipped out of your mouth before you could stop them. Rosaria closed her mouth.

"He's... I'm sorry. You're right. He's dead. I'm... Thank you. I appreciate your kind words."

"(Y/n), you..." Rosaria's eyebrows furrowed. It looked like she contemplated on saying something blunt, but decided against it.

"Nevermind, if you ever need someone to do your dirty work, I'll wipe them off for you."

"I'd rather be the one to clean this mess, but I appreciate it… although if you could find where Tighnari is–"

"I have a lead. Consider it done."

"Grazie."

And that was the end of that.

"Good talk. Now, why don't you go inside?" She gestured at the cathedral. "Someone you know is there."

You raised an eyebrow. "Is it Tighnari?–"

"Would've dragged his ass out immediately after spotting you, so no."

"Cazzo." You snapped your fingers, comically emphasizing your dissatisfaction.

Rosaria replied nonchalantly. "I know. What a fucking shame."

You both snickered at your foul language. Had Barbara been there, she would've begged you both to stop.

Heretics.

"I better head in and pray for salvation."

"Don't bother praying for me."

"Wasn't planning to."

—-----

"Oh, so it's you." You muttered.

The last time you saw him was earlier this morning when he nearly stabbed Alhaitham with your butterknife– and there's a clear difference between that and him looking like a man of the Archons. Or maybe he just looks different in a white dress shirt rather than his violet Inquisitor getup.

Cyno knelt in front of the Lessor Lord Kusanali's stained glass image. It was her lone depiction inside the Tsaritsa's cathedral. You assumed he was deep in his prayers and you sat on the pews, but the inquisitor replied.

"In times of anguish, you can rely on the Archons and your will."

Khaenri'ah would censor the former.

Cyno looked up. "Care to join me?"

"I appreciate it, but I've already prayed."

"And thus, you'll forever see faith as a routine rather than hope."

Cyno had a point. A point you'll receive on deaf ears. He resumed.

"I lost my family as well."

He let those heavy words hang in the air. Cyno gazed at the altar, a forlorn expression painting his features as his fingertips traced her image.

"For a time, I believed that I had no one left to keep me company but the Lesser Lord Kusanali." He muttered. His gentle touch didn't chip away the dry paint as he caressed the glass. "My family tore apart when I was at a young age... I can't recall much due to trauma."

Knowing that he cared for his relatives, you went straight to asking "How was your search for them? Any worthwhile discoveries?"

"Unfortunately futile, but there were some facts I've uncovered while investigating on my own."

You nodded, signaling that you were listening. Cyno's probably just trying to connect with you. Dumping traumatic experiences isn't normally how you should console a grieving person, but you can understand his efforts.

Besides, what does he know about your pain? He didn't lose as much people as you did that nig–

You stopped thinking.

You knew that line of thought will lead you nowhere.

His hand seemed to reach for his chest before he faltered and pulled back. Cyno's hand turned into a fist.

"I have a brother. I found out when I read a letter addressed to a human trafficker. The handwriting was akin to wolf scratches, but his name was spelled like Usir." He mumbled. "I can't remember who he was or how he acted if he loved his older brother. All I knew was that he's still out there somewhere and–"

"That's why you resigned from the clergy and became an inquisitor? I understand. More freedom of movement, right?"

He sat beside you.

"Yes." Cyno nodded, smiling. "I'm glad you're skilled at inferences. I tire of explaining things repeatedly."

It's one of many things Cyno adores about you.

You two went silent. It was a peaceful and comfortable silence, signaling that the topic of conversation was finished until he spoke up again.

"I never thought I'd find a chance to talk to you like this." He said. "I've not been one for talking and you're always too busy."

"Can't be too busy when you're only handling the livelihood of 20 to 50 men nowadays."

"Still a high number."

"Too true."

Cyno laughed.

His laugh was soft, albeit muffled, yet its jovial innocence echoed on the empty cathedral. At first, listen, Cyno's chortles sound empty and forced, but after a while, you'll realize that's as genuine as it could get.

In a way, his lack of emotional execution makes him charming.

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"You've always been so direct to the point." He said, not realizing that he spoke out loud.

Always, huh?

"So you've been stalking me for how long?"

Cyno coughed awkwardly. "Less stalking and more monitoring."

Sure, whatever you say, pal.

"So you do know about me having Eleazar."

He contemplated for a while before answering.

"... Yes. Yes, I do. Tighnari, Alhaitham, and I know. We know who has Eleazar and those who have long died because of it."

Guess Alhaitham wasn't lying.

You looked in the direction he was facing. Barbara's tiny figure emerged from a distance, waving at you as she ran with her weekly grocery chores. You suspect this was because she spoiled most of what she bought last time when she fell. As small as she looked in your proximity, it's hard to miss her worried yet compassionate face.

She's like a sister to you, but what does Cyno think of the two other men he mentioned?

"What's your opinion on my new underboss?" You asked while vaguely waving at Barbara.

Cyno's face hardened.

"Never liked him."

That also makes sense, given their morning exchange. You don't have to listen to his reasons. There's something innately strange about Alhaitham that makes him so dislikeable. But there's something more to this. There seems to be a rivalry between these three. Something they don't want you to find out.

"And Tigh–"

"I was close friends with Tighnari, and I never expected him to pull something like this. I haven't been able to hunt him down since then." He confessed immediately. "I'm sorry that he had done something this rash."

Close friends, huh?

You closed your eyes.

You'll kill everyone that fox ever loved.

You laughed, your throat unknowingly dry. This man is a church disciple and your challenged moral compass is at risk of toppling down. You're by no means faltering from your decision, and if Cyno meant something to Tighnari, then you'd gladly slit his throat right here and now.

But if what the Inquisitor's saying is true, then it's possible that he didn't matter to Tighnari at all.

"... What made you think you're both close?"

"He was the only one who could tolerate my jokes and listen to me ramble about cards."

... Are those his only qualifications for a close friend? That's rather sad. When Cyno put it so bluntly, he sounded pathetically asocial.

"I can sense your bloodlust. (Y/n), I am not your enemy." He frowned.

"Tighnari not only betrayed you, but he also betrayed my trust and declared himself an enemy of the church. As I mentioned, I was tasked with monitoring you– and he nearly put you in grave danger."

Cyno clicked his tongue. "Tch. Judgement will pass soon enough."

You didn't miss the devouring fire in his sunset eyes. An ignition you're all too familiar with and rely on completely.

It was spite.

That was enough for you to trust Cyno, for now.

But the way he talks about betrayal makes you question how he'll treat you if he finds out what you've done to Rosalyne. It would be out of character for him to already know but ignore your sins. This man used to be a priest. Cyno would put you on the same lowly pedestal as Tighnari for your actions.

"Inquisitor, I–"

"I know what you're planning. I understand your grief but don't."

"... What do you mean?"

"You can't kill him. You of all people shouldn't."

"And why is that?"

Then Cyno turned around, dropping a fact you wish you didn't know.

"Because Tighnari has made the most progress. He's the closest we have to get the cure for Eleazar."

Your heart sank.

Suddenly, Barbara hugged you from behind before you could ask more. Cyno took it as a cue and swiftly left the room, much to your chagrin. Perhaps he departed because the conversation was confidential, or perhaps he left you to ponder your fate alone.

"(Y/n)! Are you alright?! Please tell me if there's anything I can do for you!!!"

You patted her head. Cyno escaped from your grasp but you can never be angry at Barbara.

"Well, why don't you sing for me, sorella?"

There's nothing Barbara could truly help you with right now, but you do know this: you approached Cyno intending to clear your head, what you got instead was a myriad of new inquiries left unanswered but it all builds up into one final question.

Would you take revenge at the cost of a cure?

—-----

Cyno slithered out of the cathedral without anyone noticing him. Seeing the person he had been monitoring for years look this depressed was heartbreaking.

He will not lie: he wants to kill Tighnari too.

But he can't, since whatever Tighnari's doing, it's for the sake of your cure– but he can't accept that he did not adhere to their deal.

No one wasn't supposed to lay a single finger on you.

That was the truce between the three of them. Now that Tighnari broke that rule, Alhaitham and he expectedly followed suit. Their friendship is gone. This is now a competition, and the professor is the wild card.

Tighnari can't be killed.

But that Alhaitham…

He's a threat to you. Unlike Cyno and Tighnari– his motivations are inherently selfish and only prove to benefit himself alone.

That Akademiyan shamelessly claims that he sees you as a subject of Eleazar for him to study. He doesn't deserve to be near you– if Cyno knew he'd pull something like this, he would've volunteered to be your underboss instead.

But this isn't where this game ends.

Cyno smiled.

If he could just convince the Cardinals and make it look like an accident…

—----

[Evening, ??? PM:]

[CHOSE: LEAVE FLOWERS]

A tranquil night makes an ideal atmosphere for you to collect your thoughts. In these hours, solitude proved to be the finest solution. Or at least, you're hoping that nobody's there. Because this is the night you plan to leave these feelings behind.

The soles of your shoes crushed heart-shaped leaves as you made your way to Dimitri's grave. You trailed a rich scent of fresh inteyvats, boxed Saghert and Cream, and whiskey as you walked past many familiar names in the cemetery. Some were your victims, others were old friends, but none mattered as much as Dimitri Blaiddyd.

That's because he was the only corpse they salvaged properly. Because he died in your arms. Unlike like Viktor, Teppei, and the others.

Not visiting their graves felt like a sin, but they had no graves to begin with.

Looking back, your friend never had a sense of taste, so you doubt he'd care for whatever you brought him. Truth be told, you've fed him spoiled food multiple times but Dimitri stomached it all without question. Perhaps your relationship had always been rocky and he had been incredibly tolerable of your "practical" jokes– but you wouldn't stoop low enough to offer spoiled treats as a tribute to the dead.

Perhaps you'd join him soon, too. You wouldn't mind if you were buried beside him.

"Happy 26th birthday, my beloved friend."

Silently, you set them down and lit the candles. As you observed the tiny flame adorning his headstone, you felt conflicted. Although you were positive that this is what he would have wanted, it didn't feel right to have his cause of death dance six feet above his corpse.

Life would be easier if you just forget about how the clock is always ticking. But neither of you could cover your ears at the ringing echoes of regret.

Dimitri had no family left, and you both reveled in that freedom when he was alive. He was your true partner-in-crime, reeling you in should you act too reckless– even when it cost him his left eye. Not once had Dimitri faltered from fulfilling his duties. You will never find a dog– a lion more tamed than he was, but a circus animal usually carries baggage of its own.

And fate loves to play jokes.

Coincidentally, his father also died in a fire years ago in the middle of a business meeting, making him an orphan. That's what led him to a life of crime. Dimitri behaved as if he'll forever be imprisoned by his past and couldn't bear to let go of his guilt. He often prayed to the Archons above for his end to come soon enough. Perhaps it's cruelly morbid for you to think this way, but maybe his death was ordained by fate in the grand scheme of things.

He got what he prayed for.

You don't care if he went to heaven or hell. What is hell for people like him? He never found real pleasures in life nor a sliver of hope. Dimitri would curse the earth before hell itself.

But damn it.

It fucking hurts.

You miss him.

It's only been a few days but you miss your best friend so damn much.

You sense another person behind you, but they're not a threat.

"This wouldn't be the first time you lost a partner-in-crime."

You turned around.

For a brief moment, you nearly fooled yourself into believing Dimitri's apparition manifested itself to give you a firm scolding whilst wearing a thick and dark trench coat. But this blonde and blue-eyed man wasn't your old underboss– the man before you is very much alive.

That may not be Dimitri, but that doesn't change that this man certainly was an old friend.

You grinned weakly.

"Buona sera, Dainsleif."

There were no ghosts. It was just you, him, and the lonely hooting owl in the vicinity.

And yet you can't look at his face for long enough.

He looks too much like...

Dainsleif stood behind you, looking down at your old friend's grave. He had both hands empty, indicating that this encounter was not planned.

"Lost the ability to greet good evening in our native tongue?"

"I've long abandoned my patriotic ways."

"More accurately, you've long abandoned me." He laughed bitterly. "I don't recall you blaming the entirety of Khaenri'ah for La Signora's death."

"Maybe I did, maybe I did not." You bantered back. "Starting a propaganda can be pretty wild sometimes."

Dain replied with a teasing lilt. "Hmm, sure it is."

You laughed, genuinely this time. It's only been two days since you laughed from the heart, but it felt like an eternity ago considering everything that had happened.

Dainsleif was the man you framed for La Signora's murder. When you were both in your early twenties, you had nowhere else to go but up. As Khaenri'ahn immigrants, there was only one option left for you two: it was to compete. All is fair in love and war, and you dived head-first into the syndicate while he worked for the police. It didn't matter if he was a brother from the orphanage– a lust for power blinds all.

But he never failed to treat you with unconditional positive regard.

Dainsleif took your betrayal indifferently, and you recalled how he took the dagger from you and lathered Rosalyne's blood in his hands. You recalled how he angrily told you to leave– and for once you were reluctant about continuing your schemes.

Everyone from that orphanage has to stick together.

They're the first "familia" you've ever had. Even if you abandoned your country.

Six years passed since that day. After placing operations to search for the "Khaenri'ahn soldier", you heard that he's been running around Teyvat as a reputable informant. Visiting Dimitri's grave was his way of letting you know that he harbored no ill will against you.

You're still siblings, no matter how disastrous of a monster you have and will become. And it's not a matter of if but when.

"I heard your old underboss resembled me, now that I see his portrait, can't say they're wrong." Dainsleif droned on. "Blonde hair, blue eyes. Had a smile that longed for the sweet release of death. Can tolerate your insufferable demands. I think we would've been fast allies."

"You got all that from a single black and white portrait?"

"I'm an informant, take a guess."

You chuckled sadly. "I'm sure you both would have talked shit about me in Angel's Share."

"And it would've been more enjoyable if you'd listened in as well. I've traveled far and wide, I'm certain you'd learn a lesson or two should we go out for drinks again."

"Yeah, if we could…"

But that was a pipedream.

The path you both thread are separated, and neither of you would share your keeps. As easy as it would've been to ask Dainsleif if he could be your next underboss, the consequences of your actions run deep into the heart of the problem. You already blamed Dainsleif for everything, no one would trust you if you bring back Rosalyne's "murderer" back into the familia.

Besides, there's one major difference between Dimitri and Dainsleif. The former believes that Archons are real but we humans lack the means to grasp their hands, while the latter's convinced they're nothing but social constructs.

Dainsleif never truly belonged in Teyvat because of this. Chastised for his lack of religious beliefs, he searched for a reason to leave. Everything that happened between you two was ultimately for the best. That chapter in your lives had long been closed.

But you wouldn't mind if you welcomed him in this new one.

After all, the last time you hired an informant, the bastard burned your house down. Might as well hire someone you consider your real family.

You opened your arms, still not looking at his face.

"Would you hug me if I asked for one?"

You're stepping your boundaries with this request, but if this was still the Dainsleif you knew…

Dain blinked laconically.

"Only if it'll give me a chance to stab you in the back."

You smiled.

It's still him. The same bitter old Dain.

"Have at it, old friend."

He hugged you.

His hug was gentle and damn near brotherly. A rose like you rarely dulls its thorns for a second of soothing vulnerability– and this is a privilege only Dimitri, Dainsleif, and Tartaglia could afford.

And yet...

With reasons you can't explain, the weight of the world suddenly sat on your shoulders.

And you know that you're about to collapse.

You croaked. "D-Dainsleif I–"

He hugged you tighter.

"Shhhh... It's okay. It's okay to be sad." He whispered, combing your hair with his fingers. "It's just me. And I will never judge you."

Finally, you cried.

Your bones were held together by the crushing pressure of managing a familia that you ignored what it means to be human.

You didn't allow yourself to grieve yesterday, and if Dainsleif wasn't here you would've done the same tonight.

You are tired.

You are so tired of everything.

For a brief moment, you didn't have to think about what was in store for you the next day. You pulled him closer, tearfully happy to know that he was there. That he was the one who found you that night–

Or else you don't know what you would've done with Tartaglia's gun.

'Dimitri, I'm so sorry. I'm sorry that I never got to say I'm so fucking sorry. I've been an awful friend. I should've appreciated you more when you were here with me.'

'Dimitri... I wish you were here. I'm so fucking stupid and ungrateful– I don't deserve you.'

You wept and clawed Dainsleif's shirt, wetting it with your large tears. He never complained. Dain cooed and repeatedly reassured you that he won't let you grieve alone.

'I'm so sorry.'

Dainsleif looks just like him. He's as tall as him.

And damn it– they almost sound the same.

You bit your lip, trying not to cry even harder but Dainsleif patted your back. And he's the only thing that's keeping you from reaching for your holster–

He grabbed your hands.

"(Y/n), don't hold it in. Cry. And we will never speak a word about tonight again if you want."

—---

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Allah calls Himself Al-Quddoos— The Most Pure, The All-Perfect— on two occasions in the Quran. He is the One who is the absolutely pure in essence and attributes. Al-Quddoos is free from and far above any worldly imperfection, and He is beyond all human understanding of purity and perfection!

The Most Pure, the All-Perfect

Quddoos comes from the root qaaf-daal-seen, which points to three main meanings. The first main meaning is to be pure and clean. The second is to be far removed from impurity or imperfection, and the third main meaning is to be sacred or blessed.

This root appears ten times in the Quran in five derived forms. Examples of these forms are al-qudusi (“the Holy [spirit]”) and al-muqadasi (“the sacred”).

Linguistically, quddoos is on the intense structure of the attribute of quds, which refers to cleanliness or tahaarah and comes from the verb qadasa. Al-Quddoos is ‘clean’ or free from any partner, spouse, or child, from death, from injustice, lying, forgetfulness, error, poverty, and stinginess. Laa ilaaha illa huwa– there is no God but He.

Al-Quddoos Himself says: He is Allah , other than whom there is no deity, the Sovereign, the Pure . . . [Quran, 59:23] Whatever is in the heavens and whatever is on the earth is exalting Allah, the Sovereign, the Pure, the Exalted in Might, the Wise. [Quran, 62:1]

Subhanallah and alhamdulillah

They said, ‘Will You place upon it one who causes corruption therein and sheds blood, while we declare Your praise and sanctify You?’ [Quran, 2:30]. The angels glorify and praise Allah al-Quddoos continuously and so does the whole universe. Al-Quddoos created us human beings to worship, glorify, and praise Him as He gave us something different: our hearts. Using the human heart to reflect on His creations, His perfection and greatness, it realizes that glorification and praise of the Creator is inevitable. So we praise and thank Al-Quddoos (alhamdulillah) and glorify Him (subhanAllah) as He is high above anything that does not befit Him. Isn’t it a blessing to have such a perfect lord, and aren’t we blessed to be able to praise Him?

How can you live by this name?

1.Have a pure belief in Al-Quddoos. Believe in the oneness of Al-Quddoos and make sure your creed (or aqeedah) is pure by studying the types of tawheed and their practical meanings in your daily life from trustworthy sources, like Kitaab ut -Tawheed (The Book of Tawheed) by ibn Abd Al-Wahhab.

2. Praise Al-Quddoos. Say alhamdulilah and subhanAllah from the bottom of your heart. The Prophet salallahu ‘alayhi wa sallam used to say in his prayer while in the bowing position (ruku): subboohun quddoosun Rabbul-malaa’ikati war-rooh (praise and Holiness be to You, Lord of the angels and the Soul). [Muslim] You can add this beautiful invocation to enhance your prayer.

3. Purify yourself through prayer. The Prophet salallahu ‘alayhi wa sallam asked the companions: If someone bathes in a river outside of his house five times a day, will there be any impurity left on him? [Muslim] Visualize your prayer as cleansing your body and soul. Your prayer also protects you: indeed the prayer prevents from the indecency and evil. [Quran, 29:45]

4. Give the best sadaqah. Give zakah (obligatory) and sadaqah (charity) to “purify” and increase your wealth. Take, [O, Muhammad], from their wealth a charity by which you purify them and cause them increase. [Quran 9:103] Remind yourself when you give sadaqah to give the best, as Allah is Al-Quddoos and He deserves the best to be given for His sake. Aishah radiyalahu anha used to perfume the charity she gave!

5. Don’t be unjust. Allah does not wrong a person even to the amount of an atom’s weight [Quran 4:40]. Even if people do dhulm (injustice) to Him, Al-Quddoos never does injustice to people. Allah ‘azza wa jall also made injustice and oppression forbidden for you; so don’t be unjust to anyone, family or stranger, child, adult or even to animals.

6. Be clean. Be clean inside and out and strive to purify and keep renewing your intentions when you do a good deed. Be thoughtful with your wudu; do your best to not only keep your belongings and house clean, but also your environment by not throwing litter and by removing harmful objects. Consume healthy and permissable food and drink— bought with halaal earnings— and teach children this way of living.

7. Let the Quran purify you. And who is more truthful than Allah in speech? [Quran, 4:122] The speech of Al-Quddoos is pure and is a cure, healing, and guidance for you to purify yourself. So turn to the Quran to seek cure from the diseases of your heart, let the ayaat help you to improve your character, and recite the Quran daily to clean your heart and bring tranquillity to your body.

8. Ask Al-Quddoos. The Prophet salallahu’ alayhi wa sallam used to ask Al-Quddoos at the beginning of prayer: اللهم باعد بيني وبين خطاياي كما باعدت بين المشرق والمغرب اللهم نقني من خطاياي كما ينقى الثوب الأبيض من الدنس اللهم اغسلني من خطاياي بالثلج والماء والب O Allah, distance me from my sins just as You have distanced The East from The West, O Allah, purify me of my sins as a white robe is purified of filth, O Allah, cleanse me of my sins with snow, water, and ice. [Al-Bukharee, Muslim] Use and reflect on this supplication as it contains all forms of purification: distancing (moving far away from dirt and deficiencies), removing dirt or filth, and washing or cleansing, so no impurity remains at the end.

O Allah, Al-Quddoos, we know that You are the absolutely pure beyond imagination. Lead us to a sound belief in Your oneness, help us in purifying our hearts, deeds, and intentions, and guide us to purify our bodies and keep our environment clean. Aid us in performing the best salah, giving the best charity, and helping us to turn to the Quran so we can come to You with a pure heart, ameen!

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Reading Wrap Up | October - December 2023 + 2023 Recap

One more year has gone by, I almost can't believe it and yet it's already time to review how the year was.

[Jan-March] [April-June] [July-Sept]

Code: books read in English are in black, books read in Spanish in red, books read in French in blue & books read in Portuguese in purple.

OCTOBER (3)

West With the Night - Beryl Markham -> 4/5

Desencajada - Margaryta Yakovenko -> 3/5

Death and the Penguin - Andrey Kurkov, trad. George Bird -> 2.5/5

My favourite was definitely Markham's: as a British woman in colonised Kenya, I was wary of starting her memoir, but it actually was a really pleasant surprise. Her love for the country where she grew up in was palpable with each description of the land and the sky, and her life as a rancher, horse trainer, and chartered pilot was fascinating and full of adventures. Desencajada was a good insight into the life of a second-generation immigrant, but it was too similar to Supersaurio (by Maryam El Mehdati), which I read earlier in the year, to offer anything different. Kurkov's book was curious, but not enough for me to really recommend it.

NOVEMBER (4)

O Alquimista - Paulo Coelho -> 2/5

The Intimacy Experiment (The Shameless Series #2) - Rosie Danan -> 4/5

Greek Mythology: The Gods, Goddesses, and Heroes Handbook: From Aphrodite to Zeus, a Profile of Who's Who in Greek Mythology - Liv Albert (ilustrado por Sara Richard) -> 3/5

The Housekeeper and the Professor - Yoko Ogawa, trad. Stephen Synder -> 3/5

Coelho's was for a book club and it was as simple and as bland as I expected, but it was my first ever book read in Portuguese so yay for a landmark! Rosie Danan's was great, and I actually added her new book to my TBR because in just two books she's become a trusted author for romance.

DICIEMBRE (7)

A Viagem do Elefante - José Saramago -> 3.5/5

Infocracy: Digitalisation and the Crisis of Democracy - Byung-Chul Han, trad. Daniel Steuer -> 4/5

My Roommate is a Vampire - Jenna Levine -> 2.5/5

Demigods & Magicians (Percy Jackson + The Kane Chronicles) - Rick Riordan -> 3/5

In Bed with the Stablemaster (The Rogue Files #6.5) - Sophie Jordan -> 2.5/5

¿Para qué sirve realmente la ética? - Adela Cortina -> 2/5

Le Testament Français - Andreï Makine -> 2/5

December was very good in terms of numbers but not in terms of quality. Infocracy was super interesting and I do really recommend it as a good intro treatise on contemporary debates about democracy and information. Saramago's was also fun if a little overlong, and as usual Riordan is a good comfort read. But the rest of them? I've already forgot what they were about, definitely meh.

As usual, if you want to have a chat about anything I read just send me a message!

Yearly Recap

[Hello 2023 post]

Reading (at least) 55 books [59/55]

12 books in French [4/12]

12 books in Spanish [12/12] [Plus several books translated into Spanish!]

12 non-fiction books [11/12] [So close and yet so far...]

12 LGBTQ+ books [3/12]

12 books by European writers (excluding British ones) [10/12]

12 books by African/Afro-Caribbean writers [1/12]

12 books by Asian writers [3/12]

4 books by writers from Oceania (Australia, New Zealand, etc.) [1/4]

4 books by Latin American writers [4/4]

Okay, so I didn't do THAT great in my goals, actually. A couple of them were reeeeeally close, but some others were so far away it's actually a little embarrassing. But oh well, we live and we learn, and we try again...

I'm actually fairly happy with how my reading year went, even if I didn't manage to read one single 5-star book in the whole year (something to improve for next year for sure!). I think that after a couple of years of stallment and block, I'm really getting my groove back and I'm really excited for what the new year will bring! I have also been curating my TBR this past month to make sure everything on it brings me joy, and now all of my picks excite me. I can't wait to get to them in 2024; you can follow my reading adventures over in GoodReads if you want to take a look at my shelves :)

I hope you all close out 2023 in style and have a wonderful start to 2024. May it bring happy adventures and many good books!

#thelivebookproject #2023 #anual recap #booklr

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Welcome back to Keef rewatching TFP and you just get the notes!

This is Episode 8 of Season 1: Con Job.

I write Timestamps in, but I watch Transformers Prime on Stan (an Australian streaming service) so they may be slightly out of sync.

~~~~Transition~~~~

00:03 - beautiful shot, damn

00:10 - how does Miko not fall off?

00:24 - Optimus slowly opening and closing his mouth reminds me of a fish.

00:44 - mind me, just gonna enjoy Optimus’s voice over and over again.

00:53 - Bulkhead recognising WheelJack’s voice within the second is proof that they’re gay for each other. It’s not up for debate.

00:54 - I’m sorry but Bee’s little step back looks so polite.

00:56 - you can tell Arcee wasn’t thrilled about having to move.

00:59 - Same deal with WheelJack recognising Bulkhead’s voice.

01:00 - that was a dumb question.

01:14 - Optimus saying Wheeljack in a questioning tone is cuter than I expected.

01:34 - Arcee gets it.

01:36 - HE DIDN’T DENY IT, THEY ARE GAY FOR EACH OTHER!

01:52 - how does.. how does Soundwave have access to full body scans of the Autobots?

02:10 - and here we have waisted potential.

~intro~

03:27 - reference to previous episode nice.

03:45 - smart protocol.

03:55 - mmmm s u r e

04:05 - I don’t know how I feel about Bee so silent.

04:57 - go off, queen

06:12 - ✨Jackie✨

06:20 - so Arcee and Bee were useless.

06:35 - I want to punch her so bad. I’ll consider easing up on the Miko slander if someone can give me a good reason as to why she’s such a pain.

06:45 - hah. He looks so short compared to Optimus.

06:52 - I will never get over Optimus’s formality.

06:53 - I Don’t know why I haven’t mentioned it before, but I really like the way the metal actually has a reflection on it.

07:11 - Optimus randomly gets very expressive here, it’s adorable, but kinda sad considering that he’s not talking to the real Wheeljack

07:24 - sexy walk cycles

08:35 - Beautiful scenery ruined by MIKO.

08:48 - I used to be on a netball team with this girl that would throw passes really violently that the rest of the team would be scared to catch it (she caused my fingers to jar multiple times) - it just reminded me of that.

08:55 - SHH BEE BE(E)ING CUTE TIME.

Look at hiiiiim

Actually, look at this scene.

There’s something so precious about Bee sitting on the floor, tapping his knees to the music, while right beside him Ratchet’s working.

08:57 - they’re throwing a circular object at each other, Jack. Take a while guess.

08:58 - Lobbing? Seriously? They were throwing it at each other’s stomachs. Lobs are high passes. I know, I know, they’re saying it’s a Cybertronian thing, but I’m nitpicking.

09:13 - I f o r g o t this part was in here! Raf dancing like a god and Bee’s head popping into frame like a giraffe.

09:17 - Shh… I love it.

09:19 - The moment Bee makes a sound, Ratchet stops what he’s doing to watch.

09:21 - Precious af.

09:25 - Jack’s obviously jealous of the way the two dance otherwise he wouldn’t have changed the subject, prove me wrong.

09:30 - I refuse to believe that. (Not to mention they’re not partying.)

09:34 - Raf and Bee dancing as the ball flies past is unexpectedly funny.

09:35 - that ball was gonna hit the ground.. how did it fly up??

09:37 - quick reaction time from Ratchet, goddamn.

09:38 - the wheels on his elbows were spinning as he moved and started to calm down.

09:39 - I’m surprised he didn’t threaten to kill them. I would’ve.

09:43 - I dunno why, but I really like the animation during this specific line. I think it’s because it’s slightly exaggerated so you can tell he’s annoyed, but it’s kinda comedic too.

09:57 - Ratchet feelin proud of himself at that moment. *Cri* look at hiiim

10:08 - not suspicious at all.

10:42 - This story telling part is weirdly pretty to watch.

11:10 - These two looking fiiiine.

11:13 - how long did it take y’all to realise that the laugh Bee just did was his equivalent to a full body laugh? I’ll tell ya, I only just realised.

11:26 - Bulkhead’s double take when he realised Wheeljack wasn’t paying attention.

11:31 - translation: *concerned boyfriend noises*

12:00 - I’m not the only one that feels uncomfortable from how that line was delivered, right?

12:32 - Reaction image right here.

12:40 - Both of them looking up at Bulkhead is so cute I caaaan’t.

12:42 - Bee just in the corner. Also translation = *skeptical boyfriend nosies*

12:59 - When you say that their legs could kill.

13:46 - So no red flags going off for Miko? Seriously?

14:17 - Now appreciating the way the bots look down.

14:57 - the way his eyes moved

15:02 - live ratchet reaction.

15:11 - Mmm exaggerated movements, my love

15:18 - that has the energy of that one friend stealing a cookie.

15:25 - after all this time.. ALL THIS FUCKING TIME I REALISE THAT IT WASN’T JUST HIS LOWER JAW?!

15:29 - ratchet: 😯

16:29 - there was quite some buildup for that reaction.

17:57 - Gaaah

18:11 - Wheeljack needs some self help books, huh?

18:44 - rude.

19:44 - And he’s dead. Wasted potential.

19:51 - Another beautiful scene.

19:54 - what’d I tell ya? He’s jealous. Can’t dance nearly as well as Raf and Bee.

20:02 - hell yes.

20:10 - He’s so tall

20:32 - fuckin w h a t ?

20:36 - HE’S DOING IT AGAAAAAIN! FUCK OPTIMUS LOOKIN CUTE JUST BECAUSE HE’S VISIBLE HAPPY.

20:44 - Boyfriends.

21:14 - that… sounded weirdly sexual, right?

Mmmmm that was Con Job.

It was pretty alright, not a favourite ep of mine, but I’d rewatch it in a binge.

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The Fairy and the Prince #3 + #4

Part 1 - Part 2 - Parts 3 & 4 - Part 5 - Part 6, 7 & 8 - Part 9 & 10 - Part 11, 12, 13, 14, 15 & 16 - Part 17, 18, & 19 - Part 20, 21 & 22 - Part 23, 24, 25 & 26 - Part 27, 28, 29 & 30 - Part 31, 32, 33 & 34 - Part 35, 36 & 37 - Part 38, 39, 40 & 41 - Part 42 & 43 - Part 44 & 45 - Part 46 & 47 - Part 48, 49, 50 & 51 - Part, 52, 53 & 54 - Part 55 & 56 - Part 57, 58, 59 & 60 - Part 61, 62, 63, 64 & 65 - Part 66, 67, 68, 69, 70, 71 & 72

These are short chapters, so you get two at a pop. As always, my Ko-fi’s at the bottom. And remember, I proofread these but never actually did the fine-tune editing that usually goes into my larger manuscripts. Also, if anyone knows a literary agent, please send them my way. I’m quite literally terrified of reaching out to one. I can’t even begin to explain how bad I am with people. I’m good with plants! People? Mmmno.

He came back, of course, he had to. Hunger brought him back.

"Are they going to lock you up again?"

"Probably," Adam admitted as they meandered over the narrow edge of a high partition, soaring high above a private courtyard on one side and a small kitchen's garden on the other. "It won't be forever," he told Linden when his friend's face fell. "I'll find some way to get out, I promise."

"What do they even want from you?" Linden demanded. "If you're not going to be king, why can't they let you be?"

Adam found that an excellent question and, when he was dragged once again before Master Leminy, after the sour-faced, prune-mouthed man was done with his shouting and berating, he asked it. The Master of Scions swelled up like an angry toad. Adam would know, he'd recently made the acquaintance of several of the creatures.

The truth of the matter was, Everidge Leminy had tried to get Adam sent home. Repeatedly. But he couldn't very well explain to the Dowager why he wanted the boy gone without admitting that he was balking the entirety of the palace staff and, mostly importantly, master Leminy himself. Admitting to such a failure might well cost the Master of Scions his job, and the rank and power that came with it. The first time he had excused it as the teacher's failing. There wouldn't always be someone else to blame, and the Dowager would not eschew even one boy. There was talk of a prophecy, of a fairy curse that she was trying to escape, ergo there being no children of her own. But master Leminy was too busy a man to believe in fairies.

He did believe, however, that the shameless, reckless brat before him would keep on vanishing. No one could watch a child every moment of the day; no one should have to, which made it all the more infuriating, because Adam was forcing him to do exactly that, and falling behind in his studies to boot. The latter wasn't terrible, it could be readily excused by his youth, by having to compete with peers who in some cases more than doubled him in age. But eventually someone would make a comment to the Dowager, and she would start asking questions of Master Leminy.

Faced with uncomfortable risks and unwanted variables, Leminy shifted tacks. He clapped his hands and pressed his laced fingers to his mouth. "Prince Adam. It occurs to me that your life in the palace must be unbearably boring."

Adam, who knew grown-ups never speak to a child with that sort of make-believe respect unless they want to set a trap, was instantly on his guard. "It's alright," he admitted neutrally, wary.

"You've no peers," Leminy replied. "No one to do childish things with. I believe Prince Rickard is... thirteen?"

"He's twelve," Adam replied. And a bully, he didn't add, but gosh he was thinking it very loudly.

"Just so." The Master of Scions kept from gritting his teeth at being corrected, but it was a close thing. "I will make you a deal. I will find friends for you. I will set aside time from your schedule so you can do," he flapped a hand, "whatever it is children do. But in exchange you must attend your lessons without fail."

Adam nearly cried out agreement in delight. But as his many escapes made clear, he was a clever young boy. "How much time?"

"Three hours every day before supper." Which were hours Adam would have had free anyway, until new teachers could be found from the monastery; the Dowager's letters had not impressed them. "But you will have to make them up; no more free mornings during the end of the week."

Adam chewed on his lip restlessly, his hands in his pockets. In one of them Linden had thrust an empty snail shell, and he ran his fingers restlessly over the rim. Was it a good bargain? It sounded like one to him, but the source made him nervous. And would the Master of Scions stick to it? He had no reason to. He could throw Adam up in a high tower cell and leave him there forever, until his hair grew as long as his nails and he forgot what the green world looked and felt like. "I don't need paid-for friends," he murmured.

"Of course you do! Every young boy needs friends!"

Adam saw the trap then. They wouldn't be friends; they would be Lemony-Leminy's spies. That made much, much more sense. And so, as graciously as he knew a prince should, he agreed. They both left the meeting quite satisfied, even if Adam was being marched off to another punishment detail in the kitchens, and Leminy was off to wrangle an impossible little urchin's schedule into something suitable for a would-be king.

***

Summer quickened into fall, and then into winter. Linden warned Adam that they wouldn't be able to come once the snow fell, and the young prince spent the time after their last parting forlorn behind the glass-paned windows of the palace. For lack of anything better to do he applied himself to his lessons, half forgotten during the golden warmth of better days. He found in himself a surprising aptitude for things he'd learned with half an ear and a tenth of the interest they should have been originally given. His teachers didn't question their good fortune; they merely rushed to catch him up while they had his attention.

The 'friends' Lemony-Leminy had promised him had come the day directly after his talk with the Master of Scions, and they were no better or worse than Adam had expected. Older, of course, he'd expected no different. Unfortunately for master Leminy, when you might grow up to be a king, the politics of getting people to do what you want them to do take up a good part of your education. Adam made it clear to the three boys that if they left him alone and asked no questions he would return the courtesy, effectively getting them paid for doing whatever they wanted with their afternoons. All they had to do was meet with Adam briefly after his lessons so they could agree on a likely tale to tell anyone who asked, and not get caught the rest of the time.

Two of the boys had been thrilled with this agreement. The third tried to stick to his purpose, until he discovered that it entailed trying to follow the young prince as he climbed up walls and raced along roofs like a squirrel. After falling one time too many, he wisely gave up before he hurt himself irredeemably, and contented himself with scowling at the young prince every time Adam took off through paths best suited to cats and thieves.

Winter left him stuck with the boys, and while they weren't bad sorts, Adam couldn't forget that they weren't his friends. They were paid to stick around, paid to tell master Leminy what he did with his time, paid to try and keep him busy. He'd offered for them to accompany him in his lessons, but while all three had agreed, it quickly became obvious the only one with a real interest was Beliwick. To the other two boys it was just time spent away from unwanted chores with a valid excuse.

"Is she pretty?" one of the boys asked one afternoon, his voice just this side of a taunt.

Adam jerked back to reality. He'd been staring out the window at the snow-choked grounds of the palace, willing spring to arrive faster, hoping for just one sprig of green, one touch of color, to let him know his best friend would come back soon. "Who?" he asked in confusion.

The two boys, Dane and Oliver, where sprawled by the hearth playing dice. Beli, who'd been painstakingly reading one of Adam's math primers, a gift of the prince to him, glanced cautiously at them and then ducked his head low.

It was warning enough for Adam, who dragged himself with an effort to the present.

Oliver, the oldest of the boys, snorted. "Whatever girl you're pining after."

"Ugh," Adam made a face to go with the groan. "You're getting too old to be my friend if you think I'm interested in a girl, Oliver."

The smirk went right out of their faces, and Adam saw Beli hide a grin.

"I'm waiting for spring. I'm tired of being inside forever and forever," he explained.

Dane flopped on the warm slate before the hearth. "The whole world is," he agreed easily enough. Dane was not a bad sort; he was simply lazy. He would always agree with whatever was easiest. "Winter's dragged on this year."

"Well, it needs to drag away faster," Adam groused.

Winter, of course, would be rushed away by no one, but it eventually did give way to spring. By then, much to his teachers' astonishment, Adam had caught up with and surpassed a few of his peers in his academic studies. It didn't occur to most of them that it was because he had nothing to do but read.

Rain fell on the day of his birthday, rather than snow, and he took comfort from it. He was invited to tea with the Queen Dowager, who asked the questions expected of her station and his studies, and seemed distractedly pleased over a boy from whom she expected very little, if anything at all. Just before supper he was dragged before the Master of Scions, along with prince Rickard and four more miscreants, one of them Dane. Everyone ended with punishment duties to go along with their black eyes and bloody lips, but since it was the first time Adam had landed a punch on the older boy, he counted it an improvement and the best birthday gift so far.

#the fairy and the prince #linden and adam #linden the fairy #adam the prince #original writing

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This is a strange one, but I believe that we forget how dangerous Holmes is because of his vengefulness. From sending death threats to the KKK to threatening to slaughter a man had Watson died on the scene, he shows an eagerness in doing justice by his own hands that I don't see adapted often, even if that makes him more dynamic as a character. To him, morality isn't black and white and he believes you can do good even if you harm someone, if this someone does more wrong by remaining unharmed.

Think about it: he's not that different from the men he has condemned, he just differs from them in motivation. He can and will commit the same crimes he had people convicted for if he finds it justified, and sometimes his justification is as simple as "this person has harmed someone that I loved". On this case, it is not a statement for a client; it's revenge for his own sake and the sake of the person he cares about. Why does he let some people go? Because he sees himself in them.

What I'm trying to say is that he is a good man, but he's a really dangerous one.

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You gotta love the range amongst the love interests of Jane Austen books. Mr. Darcy is just constantly going "i dont want to talk to her, she's so cool, she is right i need to change 👉👈", and Mr. Knightley is right here going "you spoiled little brat i want you carnally"

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Feb 14, 2014

Mammon’s got a new brand deal in the works for me. can’t say much about it yet, but I’m heading to Lust today to work out some kinks.

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Feb 14, 2014

fuck why did no one tell me Asmodeus was so hot?

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Feb 14, 2014

ok, you know what, that’s fair.

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Feb 15, 2014

he’s actually… really sweet, too.

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update: we’re dating now

#you guys have no idea how long I’ve waited to say that #as scared as I was to go public #it’s a relief to finally stop hiding ↯ #fizzarozzie #my posts

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can’t believe @.queen-bee-lzebub made me read the word “clussy” with my own two eyeballs.

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Aww, babe forgive me? 🥺

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no <3

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Clussy clussy clussy clussy clussy clussy clussy clussy clussy clussy clussy clussy

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#bee stop instigating #and loon let bee post what she wants #ists y’all fight too much

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"average imp fucks a Sin 3 times a year" factoid actualy just statistical error. average imp fucks 0 Sins per year. Fizzarolli Georg, who lives in Lust Ring & fucks Asmodeus over 10,000 times each day, is an outlier adn should not have been counted

↯ #fizzarozzie #it’s about fuckin time #get that clussy ozz!!! #fr tho #happy for u 2 💛 #👑🐝 #irl source

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Soooo @.ozzie-king-of-lust @.jest-fizzarolli

When’s the wedding?

#love wins ↯ #fizzarozzie #love you uncle ozzie!! #and you too uncle fizz!! #❤️🧡💛💚💙💜 #🥹🥰💖 #🌈 posts

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Feb 20, 2014

I can’t be the only demon shipping Fizzarolli and Asmodeus, can I? They’d be so cute together!!!

I’m thinking Fizzmodeus for the ship name. Or maybe Fizzarozzie? Oh that sounds muuuch better actually.

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Confession time: I have a contact that helps me get tabloids from Lust into Pride.

I shipped Fizzarozzie wayyy before the tabloids started reporting on them but it’s good inspo

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Ok, I know some of you are gonna think I’m crazy, but I think Fizzarozzie is ACTUALLY canon???

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SQUEEEEEEEEE!!!! I knew it!!!!!!

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I told you! Didn’t I tell you?

↯ #fizzarozzie #it’s CANON!!! #I am going to write SO! MUCH! FANFICTION! #new otp unlocked!!!

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quiet quitting is cool and all… but I’m about to go out with a bang! 💥😈🎶

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Got this one in the bag! Fizza-rotty doesn’t stand a chance. 😈😈

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Thanks to a Deal with @.million-dollar-mammon Mammon’s Clown Pageant will be coming to Pride for the first time since 2010!

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60. So woe to those who scoffed, on account of the day they are promised.

59. The lot of those who do wrong is like the lot of their counterparts, so let them not rush Me!

58. For it is God who is the Provider, endowed with solid power.

57. I do not want sustenance from them, I do not want them to feed Me.

56. and I only created sprites and humans for them to serve Me.

55. But admonish, for admonition profits the believers;

54. So turn away from them, and you are not to blame.

{Since you have already delivered the message clearly.}

53. Have they handed this down through the generations? No, they are perverse people.

52. In the same way, no messenger ever came to those before them but they called him a sorcerer or a madman.

51. “And don’t set up another deity alongside God, from Whom I am an open warner to you.”

50. “So flee to God, from Whom I am an open warner to you.

49. And We have made pairs of every thing, so that you would think.

{For example, male and female, sweet and bitter, day and night, plains and mountains, heat and cold, light and darkness.}

48. And the earth We cover, spreading it richly.

{The globe was spread out to accommodate God’s creation. The spherical shape of the earth is expressed in 39:5.}

47. Even the sky We constructed through agencies, while it was We who made the space.

46. and Noah’s people too, earlier on, for they were a dissolute people.

III.

45. whereat they couldn’t even stand, let alone save themselves;

44. Yet they defied the order of their Lord; so they were struck by a thunderbolt, before their very eyes,

43. And in the case of the Thamud, they were told, “Enjoy yourselves for a while.

{Meaning, you have only three days to live. See 11:65.}

42. that left nothing it came up against, but made it disintegrate as if it were rotten.

41. In the case of the ‘Ad, We sent against them destructive wind

{lit., ‘a barren wind,’ since the wind was not productive—it did not carry rain or fertilize trees.}

40. So We seized him and his troops and threw them in the sea; and he was to blame.

{Because of his arrogance and disbelief.}

39. but the latter turned back to his chiefs and said, “This is a sorcerer, or a lunatic.”

38. In the case of Moses, We sent him to Pharaoh with manifest authority,

37. And We left a sign there for those who fear the agony.

{The ruins of Sodom.}

36. But We found only one household of people who submitted to God.

{Lot (صلى الله عليه وسلم) and his two daughters.}

35. Then We brought out any of the faithful who were there.

34. “marked for transgressors in the presence of your Lord.”

33. “to bring upon them stones of clay

32. They said, “We have been sent to a people guilty of sin

31. “So what is your mission, O messengers?”

30. They said, “Thus has spoken your Lord, who is the epitome of wisdom, and knowledge.”

29. Then his wife approached in an uproar; striking her forehead, she said, “A barren old woman?”

{In her incredulity and embarrassment. See 11: 72.}

28. Then he had fearful foreboding of them. They said, “Don’t be afraid,” and announced good news to him of a very wise son.

{As mentioned in 11:69-70, the angels came to Abraham (صلى الله عليه وسلم) in the form of men and when he offered them food, they did not eat. In ancient Middle Eastern culture, if a guest refused to eat the food provided by their host, it was a sign of ill-will.

Prophet Isaac (صلى الله عليه وسلم) }

27. setting it before the others, he said, “Won’t you eat?”

26. Then he withdrew to his family then brought out a fatted calf;

{Abraham (صلى الله عليه وسلم) did not want his guests to know that he was going to prepare a meal for them so they would not ask him not to.}

25. They visited him and said, “Peace.” He said, “Peace.” They were unknown people.

24. Has the story of Abraham’s honored guests reached you?

II.

23. So by the Lord of the sky and the earth, this is truth, like the fact that you can speak.

22. And in the sky is sustenance for you, and what you are promised.

{The punishment and Final Judgement/Destiny/physical and spiritual sustenance}

21. and in your selves; so don’t you see?

20. There are signs for the certain on earth,

19. and with their goods were fair to the beggar and the deprived.

18. and pray for forgiveness in the early morning hours,

{Optional prayers before dawn are recommended, and are more likely to be accepted.}

17. They used to sleep little at night

16. receiving what their Lord has given them; for they used to do good before that.

15. As for the conscientious, they will be in gardens with springs,

14. “Taste your trial!—this is what you were trying to hurry!”

13. a day when they will be tried over the fire:

12. asking when the day of requital will be:

11. those who wallow in emotion distracted,

10. Doomed are those who conjecture,

9. by which the deluded are deceived.

{Judgement.}

8. you are involved in a contradictory doctrine

7. By the sky, with its orbits,

6. and judgment will come to pass.

5. what you are promised is true;

4. and those that apportion their action,

3. and those that blow gently,

2. and those that bear burdens,

{With rain.}

1. By the scattering winds,

{See 15: 22; this is a benevolent scattering (unlike the one in 18: 45).}

0 In the name of God, the Benevolent, the Merciful

#51:0-60 #Scattering [Winds]

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Neon Electric Avenue: Living Water is Our Fountain of Youth…

The Building Blocks of the Temples/Vessels/Cisterns of Human Hearts, Minds, Bodies, Souls, and Spirits… The basic elements that compose DNA are five atoms: carbon, nitrogen, oxygen, phosphorous, and hydrogen. (CDC.gov) Hydrogen is the chemical element with the symbol H and atomic number 1. Alef א Carbon is a chemical element with the symbol C and atomic number 6. Vav ו Nitrogen is the chemical element with the symbol N and atomic number 7. Zayin ז Oxygen is the chemical element with the symbol O and atomic number 8. Chet/Het ח Phosphorus is a chemical element with the symbol P and atomic number 15. Samekh ס

DNA: Alef א, Vav ו, Zayin ז, Chet/Het ח, Samekh ס

Oasis: אוזחס A fertile spot in a desert, where water is found. By weight, the average adult human is approximately 70% water, and the average child is approximately 60% water. (Wikipedia)

Earthquake: 18:29:59 GMT+3 Jerusalem, Israel, 12:29:59 GMT-3 Local Time (approximately 1 minute, 59 seconds (119 seconds) after the "Black Friday Classic Faith" post at 15:28:00 UTC, 18:28:00 GMT+3 Jerusalem, Israel)

TANAKH (Jewish Publication Society, Hebrew-English) Page 1430: Psalm 18:27 With the pure, You act purely, and with the perverse, You are wily. Psalm 18:28 It is You who deliver lowly folk, but haughty eyes you humble. Psalm 18:29 It is You who light my lamp; the Lord, my God, lights up my darkness. Psalm 18:30 With You, I can rush a barrier; with my God I can scale a wall; Psalm 18:31 the way of God is perfect; the word of the Lord is pure; He is a shield to all who seek refuge in Him.

Mark 12:28 One of the teachers of the law came and heard them debating. Noticing that Jesus had given them a good answer, he asked him, “Of all the commandments, which is the most important?” Mark 12:29 “The most important one,” answered Jesus, “is this: ‘Hear, O Israel: The Lord our God, the Lord is one. Mark 12:30 Love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your mind and with all your strength.’ Mark 12:31 The second is this: ‘Love your neighbor as yourself.’ There is no commandment greater than these.”

Strong's Concordance #29 Abiyyah: from 'ab and Yahh; father (i.e. Worshipper) of Jah; "Yah/ the G-d of Israel is my Father," an Israelite name Original Word: אֲבִיָּה

Strong's Concordance #59 Abel: "meadow," two places in Palestine Original Word: אָבֵל

My Father is in (Hebrew): אֲבִיָּ האָ בֵ ל My Father has a son (Yiddish): אֲבִיָּ האָ בֵ ל

John 10:34 Jesus answered them, “Is it not written in your Law, ‘I have said you are “gods"’? John 10:35 If he called them ‘gods,’ to whom the word of God came—and Scripture cannot be set aside— John 10:36 what about the one whom the Father set apart as his very own and sent into the world? Why then do you accuse me of blasphemy because I said, ‘I am God’s Son’? John 10:37 Do not believe me unless I do the works of my Father. John 10:38 But if I do them, even though you do not believe me, believe the works, that you may know and understand that the Father is in me, and I in the Father.”

Luke 1:57 When it was time for Elizabeth to have her baby, she gave birth to a son. Luke 1:58 Her neighbors and relatives heard that the Lord had shown her great mercy, and they shared her joy. Luke 1:59 On the eighth day they came to circumcise the child, and they were going to name him after his father Zechariah, Luke 1:60 but his mother spoke up and said, “No! He is to be called John.”

Strong's Concordance #119 adom: To show blood (in the face), i.e. Flush or turn rosy -- be (dyed, made) red (ruddy), to be red. Original Word: אָדָם

TANAKH (Jewish Publication Society, Hebrew-English) Page 1625: Proverbs 15:29 The Lord is far from the wicked, But He hears the prayer of the righteous.

Mark 15:1 Very early in the morning, the chief priests, with the elders, the teachers of the law and the whole Sanhedrin, made their plans. So they bound Jesus, led him away and handed him over to Pilate. Mark 15:2 “Are you the king of the Jews?” asked Pilate. “You have said so,” Jesus replied. Mark 15:16 The soldiers led Jesus away into the palace (that is, the Praetorium) and called together the whole company of soldiers. Mark 15:17 They put a purple robe on him, then twisted together a crown of thorns and set it on him. Mark 15:18 And they began to call out to him, “Hail, king of the Jews!” Mark 15:19 Again and again they struck him on the head with a staff and spit on him. Falling on their knees, they paid homage to him. Mark 15:20 And when they had mocked him, they took off the purple robe and put his own clothes on him. Then they led him out to crucify him. Mark 15:21 A certain man from Cyrene, Simon, the father of Alexander and Rufus, was passing by on his way in from the country, and they forced him to carry the cross. Mark 15:22 They brought Jesus to the place called Golgotha (which means “the place of the skull”). Mark 15:23 Then they offered him wine mixed with myrrh, but he did not take it. Mark 15:24 And they crucified him. Dividing up his clothes, they cast lots to see what each would get. Mark 15:25 It was nine in the morning when they crucified him. Mark 15:26 The written notice of the charge against him read: The King of the Jews. Mark 15:27 They crucified two rebels with him, one on his right and one on his left. Mark 15:28 And the scripture was fulfilled, which saith, And he was numbered with the transgressors. Mark 15:29 Those who passed by hurled insults at him, shaking their heads and saying, “So! You who are going to destroy the temple and build it in three days, Mark 15:30 come down from the cross and save yourself!” Mark 15:31 In the same way the chief priests and the teachers of the law mocked him among themselves. “He saved others,” they said, “but he can’t save himself! Mark 15:32 Let this Messiah, this king of Israel, come down now from the cross, that we may see and believe.” Those crucified with him also heaped insults on him. Mark 15:33 At noon, darkness came over the whole land until three in the afternoon. Mark 15:34 And at three in the afternoon Jesus cried out in a loud voice, “Eloi, Eloi, lema sabachthani?” (which means “My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?”). Mark 15:35 When some of those standing near heard this, they said, “Listen, he’s calling Elijah.” Mark 15:36 Someone ran, filled a sponge with wine vinegar, put it on a staff, and offered it to Jesus to drink. “Now leave him alone. Let’s see if Elijah comes to take him down,” he said. Mark 15:37 With a loud cry, Jesus breathed his last. Mark 15:38 The curtain of the temple was torn in two from top to bottom. Mark 15:39 And when the centurion, who stood there in front of Jesus, saw how he died, he said, “Surely this man was the Son of God!” Mark 15:40 Some women were watching from a distance. Among them were Mary Magdalene, Mary the mother of James the younger and of Joseph, and Salome.

Céline Dion - Falling Into You

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Published: March 27, 2011 (86th day) Duration: 4:47 (287 seconds) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8tWMCGRWr-Y 8tWMCGRWr-Y (8) tWMCGRWrY cgmrrtwwy 3+7+30+80+80+100+900+900+400=2500. 2500+8=2508. 2508+287=2795. 2795+86=2881.

Strong's Concordance #2881 tabal: to dip someone, or something, into something; to immerse, to plunge. Original Word: טָבַל

Céline Dion - If That's What It Takes

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Published: February 16, 2016 (47th day) Duration: 4:15 (255 seconds) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XIBf7lv-FnM XIBf7lv-FnM (7) XIBflvFnM bffilmnvx 2+6+6+9+20+30+40+700+300=1113. 1113+7=1120. 1120+255=1375. 1375+47=1422.

Strong's Concordance #1422 geduphah: a taunt Original Word: גְּדוּפָה

Céline Dion - Make You Happy

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Published: May 15, 2019 (135th day) Duration: 4:33 (273 seconds) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yvyi3deTRGI yvyi3deTRGI (3) yvyideTRGI degiirtvyy 4+5+7+9+9+80+100+700+400+400=1714. 1714+3=1717. 1717+273=1987. 1987+135=2122.

Strong's Concordance #2122 ziv: brightness, splendor, cheerfulness, countenance. Original Word: זִיו

Disney/Pixar's Cars - Life Could Be a Dream (in Radiator Springs) - Neon Electric Avenue…

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June 9, 2006 (160th day) Duration: 3:44 (224 seconds) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=L2wbDZ5iO7c L2wbDZ5iO7c (2, 5, 7) LwbDZiOc bcdilowz 2+3+4+9+20+50+900+500=1488. 1488+2+5+7=1502. 1502+224=1726. 1726+160=1886.

2 Corinthians 5:7 For we live by faith, not by sight.

Strong's Concordance #1886 Dothan: a place North of Samaria Original Word: דֹּתָן

TANAKH (Jewish Publication Society, Hebrew-English) Pages 77, 78, and 79: Genesis 37:8 His brothers answered, "Do you mean to reign over us? Do you mean to rule over us?" And they hated him even more for his talk about his dreams. Genesis 37:9 He dreamed another dream and told it to his brothers, saying, "Look, I have had another dream: And this time, the sun, the moon, and eleven stars were bowing down to me." Genesis 37:10 And when he told it to his father and brothers, his father berated him. "What," he said to him, "is this dream you have dreamed? Are we to come, I and your mother and yhour brothers, and bow low to you to the ground?" Genesis 37:17 The man said, "They have gone from here, for I heard them say: Let us go to Dothan." So Joseph followed his brothers and found them at Dothan. Genesis 37:18 They saw him from afar, and before he came close to them they conspired to kill him. Genesis 37:19 They said to one another, "Here comes that dreamer! Genesis 37:20 Come now, let us kill him and throw him into one of the pits; and we can say, 'A savage beast devoured him.' We shall see what comes of his dreams!" Genesis 37:21 But when Reuben heard it, he tried to save him from them. He said, "Let us not take his life." Genesis 37:22 And Reuben went on, "Shed no blod! Cast him into that pit out in the wilderness, but do not touch him yourselves"--intending to save him from them and restore him to his father. Genesis 37:23 When Joseph came up to his brothers, they stripped Joseph of his tunic, the ornamented tunic that he was wearing, Genesis 37:24 and took him and cast him into the pit. The pit was empty; there was no water in it. Genesis 37:25 Then they sat down to a meal. Looking up, they saw a caravan of Ishmaelites coming from Gilead, their camels bearing gum, balm, and ladanum to be taken to Egypt. Genesis 37:26 Then Judah said to his brothers, "What do we gain by killing our brother and covering up his blood? Genesis 37:27 Come, let us sell him to the Ishmaelites, but let us not do away with him ourselves. After all, he is our brother, our own flesh." His brothers agreed. Genesis 37:28 When Midianite traders passed by, they pulled Joseph up out of the pit. They sold Joseph for twenty pieces of silver to the Ishmaelites, who brought Joseph to Egypt.

Céline Dion - The Power Of The Dream | Opening Ceremony of the Atlanta, GA 1996 Olympics

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Strong's Concordance #2442 chakah: the idea of piercing; properly, to adhere to; hence, to await -- long, tarry, to wait. Original Word: חָכָה

“I believe with complete faith in the coming of Mashiach. Though he tarry, nonetheless I await him every day, that he will come.”

TANAKH (Jewish Publication Society, Hebrew-English) Page 382: Deuteronomy 4:3 You saw with your own eyes what the Lord did in the matter of Baal-peor, that the Lord your God wiped out from among you every person who followed Baal-peor; Deuteronomy 4:4 while you, who held fast to the Lord your God, are all alive today.

James 4:1 What causes fights and quarrels among you? Don’t they come from your desires that battle within you? James 4:2 You desire but do not have, so you kill. You covet but you cannot get what you want, so you quarrel and fight. You do not have because you do not ask God. James 4:3 When you ask, you do not receive, because you ask with wrong motives, that you may spend what you get on your pleasures. James 4:4 You adulterous people, don’t you know that friendship with the world means enmity against God? Therefore, anyone who chooses to be a friend of the world becomes an enemy of God. James 4:5 Or do you think Scripture says without reason that he jealously longs for the spirit he has caused to dwell in us? James 4:6 But he gives us more grace. That is why Scripture says: “God opposes the proud but shows favor to the humble.” James 4:7 Submit yourselves, then, to God. Resist the devil, and he will flee from you. James 4:8 Come near to God and he will come near to you. Wash your hands, you sinners, and purify your hearts, you double-minded.

2 Timothy 4:1 In the presence of God and of Christ Jesus, who will judge the living and the dead, and in view of his appearing and his kingdom, I give you this charge: 2 Timothy 4:2 Preach the word; be prepared in season and out of season; correct, rebuke and encourage—with great patience and careful instruction. 2 Timothy 4:3 For the time will come when people will not put up with sound doctrine. Instead, to suit their own desires, they will gather around them a great number of teachers to say what their itching ears want to hear. 2 Timothy 4:4 They will turn their ears away from the truth and turn aside to myths.

TANAKH (Jewish Publication Society, Hebrew-English) Page 1627: Proverbs 17:1 Better a dry crust with peace Than a house full of feasting with strife.

Matthew 17:1 After six days Jesus took with him Peter, James and John the brother of James, and led them up a high mountain by themselves. Matthew 17:2 There he was transfigured before them. His face shone like the sun, and his clothes became as white as the light. Matthew 17:3 Just then there appeared before them Moses and Elijah, talking with Jesus. Matthew 17:4 Peter said to Jesus, “Lord, it is good for us to be here. If you wish, I will put up three shelters—one for you, one for Moses and one for Elijah.” Matthew 17:5 While he was still speaking, a bright cloud covered them, and a voice from the cloud said, “This is my Son, whom I love; with him I am well pleased. Listen to him!” Matthew 17:6 When the disciples heard this, they fell facedown to the ground, terrified. Matthew 17:7 But Jesus came and touched them. “Get up,” he said. “Don’t be afraid.” Matthew 17:8 When they looked up, they saw no one except Jesus. Matthew 17:9 As they were coming down the mountain, Jesus instructed them, “Don’t tell anyone what you have seen, until the Son of Man has been raised from the dead.”

TANAKH (Jewish Publication Society, Hebrew-English) Page 867: Isaiah 10:6 I send him against an ungodly nation, I charge him against a people that provokes Me, To take its spoil and to seize its booty And to make it a thing trampled Like the mire of the streets.

Strong's Concordance #564 Immer: From 'amar; talkative; the name of several Israelites, perhaps also a place in Babylon Original Word: אִמֵּר

Strong's Concordance #559 amar: to say, speak, answer, appoint, avouch, bid, boast self, call, certify, challenge, charge, command(-ment), commune, consider, declare, demand, desire, determine, intend, name, promise, publish, report, require, suppose, talk, tell, think, use (speech), utter. Original Word: אָמַר

Strong's Concordance #1 ab: father, father of individual, of God as Father of his people, head of household, family or clan, ancestor, originator or patron of a class, profession, or art, figurative of producer, generator, figurative of benevolence & protection, term of respect & honor, specifically, ruler, chief, Aleph, first letter; in post Biblical Hebrew = numeral 1 Original Word: אָב

Area Code 559: The 559 area code includes all or portions of Fresno, Madera, Mariposa, Merced, Tulare, and Kings counties, and serves communities including but not limited to Clovis, Coalinga, Fresno, Madera, Porterville, Reedley, Selma and Visalia, as well as unincorporated areas.

Redbone is an American rock band formed in Los Angeles, California, in 1969 by brothers Pat and Lolly Vegas. All members during their commercial peak and success were of Mexican American and Native American heritage, which was heavily reflected in their songs, stage costumes, and album art. The word "redbone" is a Cajun term for a mixed-race person, which the band adopted to signify their mixed ancestry. The Vasquez-Vegas brothers were of Yaqui, Shoshone, and Mexican heritage.

Born in Coalinga, California, near Fresno, brothers Patrick (bass and vocals) and Candido "Lolly" Vasquez-Vegas (guitar and vocals) moved to Los Angeles in 1959 and played for ten years in clubs under the name of Pat and Lolly Vegas. Pat won Coca-Cola's first singing competition in 1958 at age 17. He also won a recording contract, which he put off to move to Los Angeles with Lolly. They performed at local clubs on Hollywood and Sunset Boulevard (such as Gazzari's) while writing and playing on records by Tina Turner, Sonny & Cher, James Brown, Little Richard, and Elvis, among other legendary artists. According to Pat Vegas, Jimi Hendrix, himself part Cherokee, inspired the musicians to form an all-Native American rock group. (Hendrix himself stated that Lolly Vegas was his favorite guitarist and biggest influence in music). They signed as the band 'Redbone' to Epic Records in 1969.

They reached the Top 5 on the US Billboard Hot 100 chart in 1974 with their hit single, "Come and Get Your Love". The single went certified Gold selling over a million copies. It also made Redbone the first Native American band to reach the top five on the US Billboard Hot 100, with the song reaching number 5.

Redbone was inducted into the Native American Music Association Hall of Fame in 2008, as well as the legendary NY Smithsonian in 2013. They were also honored with vein painted on the largest mural in the U.S. in Fresno, California. On August 30, 2014, Pat Vegas was honored with the Lifetime Achievement "Legend" Award from the "West Coast American Indian Music Awards." (Wikipedia)

Strong's Concordance #303 Achlab: the richest or choice part; fertile; milk; grease; a city assigned to Asher Original Word: אַחְלָב

Redbone - Come and Get Your Love (Official Music Video)

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BA4rSO-h9Io abhioors 1+2+8+9+50+50+80+90=290 290+4+9=303 Area code 303 is located in central Colorado and covers Denver, Aurora, Lakewood, Thornton, Arvada, Westminster, and Centennial. Room 303 was a room within the Heart O' The City Hotel from Mega City in the Matrix. It contained a hardline, and so was a location that redpills could use to safely escape from the Matrix. Trinity conducted her surveillance of Thomas Anderson from a laptop computer in this room. She was forced to flee after the Agents cut the room's hardline, forcing her to find another exit. Neo was directed to the same hotel room to escape from the Matrix and pursuing Agents. However, Agent Smith ambushed Neo and shot him before he could reach the phone there. After defeating Smith, Neo escaped the Matrix using the phone in Room 303 before the Nebuchadnezzar disabled the Sentinels, and itself, by using EMP. Sixty years later, Neo's Modal contains a simulated reenactment of Trinity's escape from the Agents in this room which is witnessed by Bugs. The number "303" appears to be an allusion to the character Trinity, whose name in Christian theology defines the three-in-one nature of the single Christian God: Father, Son, and Holy Spirit. This allusion is supported by Trinity kissing the lifeless Neo, whose life functions return as Neo transfigures into the One after exiting the room. (Fandom.com)

3:31=211 seconds.

August 3, 2020 (13 Av 5780) was the 216th day of the year 2020. Newly leaked bodycam footage shows George Floyd pleading with police officers not to lock him up in a police vehicle, as well as saying that he is claustrophobic. https://www.nbcnews.com/news/us-news/leaked-footage-shows-first-moments-george-floyd-s-fatal-arrest-n1235663

Strong's Concordance #216 or: a light, light of day/daylight, morning light, dawn, sunlight, moonlight, starlight, lightning, the light of instruction, the light of God. Original Word: אוֹר

303+211+13=527. Strong's Concordance #527 amon: multitude, a throng of people. Original Word: אָמוֹן

Here's a little bit of Christian creative writing based upon the Santiago/Saint James writing prompt:

Sentinels by Dr. Wilfred Waterson (November 25, 2023) The coastal monolith wading ankle deep was a sun-bleached sentinel stationed south of the salty mouth of the living river that'd called them all by name. Those sailors, who thought they'd seen everything, had never heard seasoned water say such things; so they grew deep roots in that humble little fishing town. They studied ancient mysteries and became sentries for liberty; praying night and day their newfound walls of faith would remain as long as sunsets came to hear lullabies sung by glistening seas. And they'd sing, "Spring-fed river living eternally in me, I pray the Lord my soul to keep, but should I die before I wake, may I live on with Jesus in the Kingdom of Heaven today." It dawned on them they weren't just His servants, they'd become best friends with a fisherman; so they tindered a gentle vigil flame for Him. Their meek shoulders bore His easy yoke of mustard seed faith, truth, freedom, and love; and the Holy Spirit descended upon them like a dove from heaven. Each day was greeted by feeding His sheep, then fishing for people while lacking nothing; and once every foot was cleaned, by a candlelight dinner delivered from grace, they'd lift a hymn to heaven that went: "Light of the world, thanks for freeing us from our sins with Your faithfulness, love and living water. But if we've strayed today, please plead our case and ask for little more patience from Your understanding Father. We pray in Your name He'll love our hearts of stone back into covenant flesh, so it can't happen again. May we, please, feed Your sheep and fish for more people for Your Father in the mornin'? Amen."

James 1:1 James, a servant of God and of the Lord Jesus Christ, To the twelve tribes scattered among the nations: Greetings. James 1:2 Consider it pure joy, my brothers and sisters, whenever you face trials of many kinds, James 1:3 because you know that the testing of your faith produces perseverance. James 1:4 Let perseverance finish its work so that you may be mature and complete, not lacking anything. James 1:5 If any of you lacks wisdom, you should ask God, who gives generously to all without finding fault, and it will be given to you. James 1:6 But when you ask, you must believe and not doubt, because the one who doubts is like a wave of the sea, blown and tossed by the wind. James 1:7 That person should not expect to receive anything from the Lord. James 1:8 Such a person is double-minded and unstable in all they do. James 1:9 Believers in humble circumstances ought to take pride in their high position.

Earthquake: M 4.4 - 17.1 km (10.6 mi) WNW of El Hoyo (Spanish: "The Hole"), Santiago del Estero (Spanish: "Saint James of the Estuary/Inlet/Mouth of the River"), Argentina

2023-11-24 15:29:59 (UTC) 26.961°S 63.387°W 564.1 km depth

In the Austral Chaco (Spanish: "Southern Lowland Plain") near the Figueroa (Spanish: "Fig Tree")/Alberdi (Spanish: "Side Half/New Side") boundary, Figueroa (Spanish: "Fig Tree")/Moreno (Spanish: "Brown-haired/Brown-skinned") boundary, RP100, RP2, Peluquería Oriana (Spanish: "Rising/Sunrise"; Irish: "Gold/Golden") Hair Salon, and Pozo del Castaño (Spanish: "Chestnut Well") Museum.

TANAKH (Jewish Publication Society, Hebrew-English) Page 1765: Ecclesiastes 1:7 All streams flow into the sea, Yet the sea is never full; To the place [from] which they flow The streams flow back again.

TANAKH (Jewish Publication Society, Hebrew-English) Page 1369: Habakkuk 3:17 Though the fig tree does not bud And no yield is on the vine, Though the olive crop has failed And the fields produce no grain, Though sheep have vanished from the fold And no cattle are in the pen, Habakkuk 3:18 Yet I will rejoice in the Lord, Exult in the God who delivers me. Habakkuk 3:19 My Lord God is my strength: He makes my feet like the deer's And lets me stride upon the heights.

TANAKH (Jewish Publication Society, Hebrew-English) Page 1647: Proverbs 27:18 He who tends a fig tree will enjoy its fruit, And he who cares for his master will be honored.

Luke 21:27 At that time they will see the Son of Man coming in a cloud with power and great glory. Luke 21:28 When these things begin to take place, stand up and lift up your heads, because your redemption is drawing near.” Luke 21:29 He told them this parable: “Look at the fig tree and all the trees. Luke 21:30 When they sprout leaves, you can see for yourselves and know that summer is near. Luke 21:31 Even so, when you see these things happening, you know that the Kingdom of God is near.

Revelation 3:10 Since you have kept my command to endure patiently, I will also keep you from the hour of trial that is going to come on the whole world to test the inhabitants of the earth. Revelation 3:11 I am coming soon. Hold on to what you have, so that no one will take your crown. Revelation 3:12 The one who is victorious I will make a pillar in the temple of my God. Never again will they leave it. I will write on them the name of my God and the name of the city of my God, the new Jerusalem, which is coming down out of heaven from my God; and I will also write on them my new name.

TANAKH (Jewish Publication Society, Hebrew-English) Pages 1367 and 1368: Habakkuk 3:2 O Lord! I have learned of Your renown; I am awed, O Lord, by Your deeds. Renew them in these years, Oh, make them known in these years! Though angry, may You remember compassion. Habakkuk 3:3 God is coming from Teman, The Holy One from Mount Paran. Selah. His majesty covers the skies, His splendor fills the earth: Habakkuk 3:4 It is a brilliant light Which gives off rays on every side--And therein His glory is enveloped.

Revelation 3:18 I counsel you to buy from me gold refined in the fire, so you can become rich; and white clothes to wear, so you can cover your shameful nakedness; and salve to put on your eyes, so you can see.

Luke 1:68 “Praise be to the Lord, the God of Israel, because he has come to his people and redeemed them. Luke 1:69 He has raised up a horn of salvation for us in the house of his servant David Luke 1:70 (as he said through his holy prophets of long ago), Luke 1:72 to show mercy to our ancestors and to remember his holy covenant, Luke 1:73 the oath he swore to our father Abraham: Luke 1:74 to rescue us from the hand of our enemies, and to enable us to serve him without fear Luke 1:75 in holiness and righteousness before him all our days. Luke 1:76 And you, my child, will be called a prophet of the Most High; for you will go on before the Lord to prepare the way for him, Luke 1:77 to give his people the knowledge of salvation through the forgiveness of their sins, Luke 1:78 because of the tender mercy of our God, by which the rising sun will come to us from heaven Luke 1:79 to shine on those living in darkness and in the shadow of death, to guide our feet into the path of peace.” Luke 1:80 And the child grew and became strong in spirit; and he lived in the wilderness until he appeared publicly to Israel.

Luke 12:1 Meanwhile, when a crowd of many thousands had gathered, so that they were trampling on one another, Jesus began to speak first to his disciples, saying: “Be on your guard against the yeast of the Pharisees, which is hypocrisy. Luke 12:2 There is nothing concealed that will not be disclosed, or hidden that will not be made known. Luke 12:3 What you have said in the dark will be heard in the daylight, and what you have whispered in the ear in the inner rooms will be proclaimed from the roofs. Luke 12:4 “I tell you, my friends, do not be afraid of those who kill the body and after that can do no more. Luke 12:5 But I will show you whom you should fear: Fear him who, after your body has been killed, has authority to throw you into hell. Yes, I tell you, fear him. Luke 12:6 Are not five sparrows sold for two pennies? Yet not one of them is forgotten by God. Luke 12:7 Indeed, the very hairs of your head are all numbered. Don’t be afraid; you are worth more than many sparrows.

Strong's Concordance #100 agmon: From the same as 'agam; a marshy pool (others from a different root, a kettle); by implication a rush (as growing there); collectively a rope of rushes -- bulrush, caldron, hook, rush. Original Word: אַגְמוֹן

TANAKH (Jewish Publication Society, Hebrew-English) Page 887: Isaiah 19:13 The nobles of Tanis have been fools, The nobles of Memphis deluded; Egypt has been led astray By the chiefs of her tribes. Isaiah 19:14 The Lord has mixed within her A spirit of distortion, Which shall lead Egypt astray in all her undertakings As a vomiting drunkard goes astray; Isaiah 19:15 Nothing shall be achieved in Egypt By either head or tail, Palm branch or reed.

Strong's Concordance #2 ab: father, ancestor Original Word: אַב

“October's Party October gave a party; The leaves by hundreds came - The Chestnuts, Oaks, and Maples, And leaves of every name. The Sunshine spread a carpet, And everything was grand, Miss Weather led the dancing, Professor Wind the band.” ― George Cooper

“Under the spreading chestnut tree I sold you and you sold me: There lie they, and here lie we under the spreading chestnut tree.” ― George Orwell, 1984

“I'm antisocial, they say. I don't mix. It's so strange. I'm very social indeed. It all depends on what you mean by social, doesn't it? Social to me means talking to you about things like this." She rattled some chestnuts that had fallen off the tree in the front yard. "Or taking about how strange the world is. Being with people is nice.” ― Ray Bradbury , Fahrenheit 451

“We'd pluck the spiky chestnuts, leaving their green outer shells intact, and throw them at the neighbor boys. I always took particular care in aiming for Jack's head. He told me later that he rode his bike by my house on purpose. I asked him if he liked pain.” ― Brodi Ashton, Everneath

“You are like a chestnut burr, prickly outside, but silky-soft within, and a sweet kernel, if one can only get at it. Love will make you show your heart some day, and then the rough burr will fall off.” ― Louisa May Alcott, Little Women

Because the Truth is: G-d Is Love, Love Never Fails, and Miracles Are The Winds In Our Sails…

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Strong's Concordance #26 Abigayil: from 'ab and giyl; father (i.e. Source) of joy; "My Father is joy," Abigail or Abigal, the name of two Israelitesses. Original Word: אֲבִיגַיִל

Strong's Concordance #961 bizzah: spoil, booty, plunder, prey Original Word: בִּזּה

Oh my God, this is my heart (Hebrew): אֲ בִ יגַ יִלבִּ זּה I will love her (Yiddish): אֲ בִ יגַ יִלבִּ זּה

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Strong's Concordance #63 Abel Hashshittim: meadow of the acacias; a place in the lowlands of Moab; "But the fools" Original Word: אָבֵל הַשִּׁטִּים

Strong's Concordance #387 Ethan: "permanence," permanent, strong; an Israelite name Original Word: אֵיתָן

Oh, sail with them (Hebrew): אָ בֵ להַ שִּׁטִּ ים אֵיתָ ן O G-d, sail the sea with it (Yiddish): אָ בֵ להַ שִּׁטִּ ים אֵיתָ ן

Oh, I have a golden heart to sail the seas with (Hebrew): אֲ בִ יגַ יִלבִּ זּהאָבֵ להַשִּׁ טִּ ים אֵיתָ ן Oh, by the way, I love you (Yiddish): אֲ בִ יגַ יִלבִּ זּהאָבֵ להַשִּׁ טִּ ים אֵיתָ ן

Diana Ross & the Supremes - The Impossible Dream

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Published: December 12, 2018 (346th day) Duration: 4:48 (288 seconds) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3bsN4Uoa3FA 3bsN4Uoa3FA (3, 4, 3) April 3, 3:00 PM, AD 33: The Crucifiction, Death, Resurrection, Salvation, and Redemption of Jesus Christ bsNUoaFA aabfnosu 1+1+2+6+40+50+90+200=390. 390+3+4+3=400. 400+288=688. 688+346=1034.

Strong's Concordance #1034 Beth Lebaoth: From bayith and the plural of labiy'; house of lionesses; a place in Simeon Original Word: בֵּית לְבָאוֹת

"To dream the impossible dream To fight the unbeatable foe To bear with unbearable sorrow To run where the brave dare not go

To right the unrightable wrong To love pure and chaste from afar To try when your arms are too weary To reach the unreachable star

This is my quest to follow that star No matter how hopeless, no matter how far To fight for the right Without question or pause To be willing to march Into hell for a heavenly cause

And I know if I'll only be true To this glorious quest That my heart will lie peaceful and calm When I'm laid to my rest

And the world will be better for this That one man, scorned and covered with scars Still strove with his last ounce of courage To reach the unreachable star The fight the unbeatable foe To dream the impossible dream

And the world will be better for this That one man, scorned and covered with scars Still strove with his last ounce of courage To reach the unreachable star To fight the unbeatable foe To dream the impossible dream"

“The universe has its way of forcing things upon you. If you've never experienced unconditional love, it will offer you this a few times in your life. Either it will be clear as day or it will be a blessing in disguise. If you keep saying 'no' due to unhealed family patters and old fear based wounds that cause a lack of selflove, one day it will stop passing by and you will have to carry the consequences of refusing to see beauty in tempory chaos. You deserve love, and that's the one lesson each and every one of us have in common.” ― Axelle Lioness

“Lucy buried her head in his mane to hide from his face. But there must have been magic in his mane. She could feel lion-strength going into her. Quite suddenly she sat up. "I'm sorry, Aslan," she said. "I'm ready now." "Now you are a lioness," said Aslan. "And now all Narnia will be renewed. But come. We have no time to lose.” ― C. S. Lewis

“Until the lion learns how to write, every story will glorify the hunter,” says an African proverb. But what if the lionesses write eloquently but the editors prefer the hunters’ version?” ― Rebecca Solnit, Whose Story Is This? Old Conflicts, New Chapters

“If a lioness spends her hours pacing back and forth in a cage of gold with the finest meats at her disposal, does that make her any less of a prisoner? If that same feline’s fangs are filed down to blunt, un-tearing teeth and her roar is silenced, can she still be called a lioness?” ― Kristen Reed, The Kings' Council

“A lioness will use all of her strength even when hunting a rabbit.” ― Kazuki Nakashima, Kill la Kill, Vol. 3

Luke 8:49 While Jesus was still speaking, someone came from the house of Jairus, the synagogue leader. “Your daughter is dead,” he said. “Don’t bother the teacher anymore.” Luke 8:50 Hearing this, Jesus said to Jairus, “Don’t be afraid; just believe, and she will be healed.” Luke 8:51 When he arrived at the house of Jairus, he did not let anyone go in with him except Peter, John and James, and the child’s father and mother. Luke 8:52 Meanwhile, all the people were wailing and mourning for her. “Stop wailing,” Jesus said. “She is not dead but asleep.” Luke 8:53 They laughed at him, knowing that she was dead. Luke 8:54 But he took her by the hand and said, “My child, get up!” Luke 8:55 Her spirit returned, and at once she stood up. Then Jesus told them to give her something to eat.

Luke 11:52 “Woe to you experts in the law, because you have taken away the key to knowledge. You yourselves have not entered, and you have hindered those who were entering.”

John 11:47 Then the chief priests and the Pharisees called a meeting of the Sanhedrin. “What are we accomplishing?” they asked. “Here is this man performing many signs. John 11:48 If we let him go on like this, everyone will believe in him, and then the Romans will come and take away both our temple and our nation.” John 11:49 Then one of them, named Caiaphas, who was high priest that year, spoke up, “You know nothing at all! John 11:50 You do not realize that it is better for you that one man die for the people than that the whole nation perish.” John 11:51 He did not say this on his own, but as high priest that year he prophesied that Jesus would die for the Jewish nation, John 11:52 and not only for that nation but also for the scattered children of God, to bring them together and make them one.

Auroras Event: November 25, 2023 at 08:52 UTC, 05:52 GMT-3 Argentina, 11:52 GMT+3 Jerusalem, Israel CME IMPACT SPARKS GEOMAGNETIC STORM: Arriving earlier than expected, a CME struck Earth's magnetic field on Nov. 25th, 2023 (0852 UT). The impact sparked hours of geomagnetic storming--mostly G1 (Minor), but with an interval of G2 (Moderate). Another CME might arrive tomorrow, Nov. 26th, delivering a glancing blow that could extend minor storming through the weekend.

At the apex of the Nov. 25th storm, auroras were observed across northern Europe, visible to the naked eye despite nearly full moonlight. "I didn't have much hope of seeing anything, when suddenly the sky exploded," says Mats Olsson, who sends this picture from Hindås in the south of Sweden:

"It was quite a lightshow, wow!" he says.

Photographic auroras (visible to the camera, but not the eye) descended almost to mid-latitudes. "Today brought yet another photographic aurora here in the southeast of England at latitude +51N," reports Jamie McBean of Herne Bay, Kent, UK. "This is my 14th aurora on camera this year, which I find incredible considering I had never believed I could get anything from here a mere year ago!"

Every night, a network of NASA all-sky cameras scans the skies above the United States for meteoritic fireballs. Automated software maintained by NASA's Meteoroid Environment Office calculates their orbits, velocity, penetration depth in Earth's atmosphere and many other characteristics. Daily results are presented here on Spaceweather.com.

On November 25, 2023, the network reported 10 fireballs (8 sporadics, 2 Leonids).

Strong's Concordance #10 abaddoh: a perishing -- destruction. Original Word: אֲבַדֹּה

TANAKH (Jewish Publication Society, Hebrew-English) Pages 392 and 393: Deuteronomy 8:2 Remember the long way that the Lord your God has made you travel in the wilderness these past forty years, that He might test you by hardships to learn what was in your hearts: whether you would keep His commandments or not.

TANAKH (Jewish Publication Society, Hebrew-English) Page 1285: Hosea 8:2 Israel cries out to Me, "O my God, we are devoted to You."

John 8:1 Jesus returned to the Mount of Olives. John 8:2 At dawn he appeared again in the temple courts, where all the people gathered around him, and he sat down to teach them.

1 Corinthians 8:2 Those who think they know something do not yet know as they ought to know.

2 Corinthians 8:2 In the midst of a very severe trial, their overflowing joy and their extreme poverty welled up in rich generosity.

2 Corinthians 5:1 For we know that if the earthly tent we live in is destroyed, we have a building from God, an eternal house in heaven, not built by human hands. 2 Corinthians 5:2 Meanwhile we groan, longing to be clothed instead with our heavenly dwelling, 2 Corinthians 5:3 because when we are clothed, we will not be found naked.

Electric Avenue by Dr. Wilfred Waterson (November 21, 2023) In this stale catacomb of flickering, flourescent, vampire gray, my hairs stand on goosebumps' shoulders and they scream out your name while our inbox groans under its dogpile life. 'Cause they know neon Electric Avenue at every 5:02 is the Fountain of Youth of you and me. So, Dr. Flourescent Frankenstein's devious little "Detour" signs can wait til 7:55 just fine. It's a monstrous daily grudge match, baby, and orange you glad we made those plans at 12 noon where we…(whispered about red lipstick and that spicy little number in black)? You've got my back and I've got yours. And neon Electric Avenue will always be ours, so ready that Juliet grin for when my car pulls into the carport tonight; it's 5….

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Mulan (1998) Sentence Meme

Under the cut you will find 150+ sentences from the 1998 version of Mulan to use for your enjoyment!

1. “Now all of China knows you’re here.”

2. “We’ll set up defenses around the palace immediately.”

3. “Send your troops to protect my people.”

4. “I believe my troops can stop him.”

5. “A single grain of rice can tip the scale. One man may be the difference between victory and defeat.”

6. “Whose the smartest doggy in the world?”

7. “Remember, the doctor said three cups of tea in the morning and three at night.”

8. “You should already be in town. We are counting on you to uphold the family honor.”

9. “I’m going to pray some more.”

10. “The matchmaker is not a patient woman.”

11. “I should have prayed to the ancestors for luck.”

12. “How lucky can they be? They’re dead.”

13. “This is your chance to prove yourself.”

14. “Who spit in her bean curd?”

15. “Recite the final admonition.”

16. “Fulfill our duties calmly and respectfully.”

17. “This shall bring you honor and glory.”

18. “Now, pour the tea.”

19. “To please your future in-laws, you must demonstrate a sense of dignity and refinement.”

20. “You may look like a bride, but you will never bring your family honor!”

21. “My, my. What beautiful blossoms we have this year. But look, this one’s late. I’ll bet that when it blooms, it will be the most beautiful of all.”

22. “By order of the Emperor, one man from every family must serve in the imperial army.”

23. “I will serve the Emperor in my father’s place.”

24. “I am ready to serve the emperor.”

25. “You would do well to teach your daughter to hold her tongue in a man’s presence.”

26. “You dishonor me.”

27. “You shouldn’t have to go! There are plenty of young men to fight!”

28. “It is an honor to protect my country and my family.”

29. “So you’ll die for honor?”

30. “I will die doing what’s right.”

31. “I know my place! It is time you learned yours!”

32. “You must go after her. She could be killed.”

33. “So tell me what mortal needs my protection, great ancestor! You just say the word and I’m there!”

34. “These are the family guardians.”

35. “And you, O demoted one?”

36. “One family reunion comin’ right up.”

37. “Rise and shine. Ya’ll way past the beauty sleep thing, trust me.”

38. “Don’t look at me. She gets it from your side of the family.”

39. “She’s just trying to help her father.”

40. “Dishonor will come to the family. Traditional values will disintegrate.”

41. “Your great-granddaughter had to be a cross-dresser!”

42. “Let a guardian bring her back.”

43. “We must send the most powerful of all.”

44. “You are not worthy of this spot.”

45. “Just one chance, is that too much to ask?”

46. “I’m doomed and all cause Miss Man decides to take her little drag show on the road.”

47. “Go get her? What’s the matter with you?”

48. “The emperor will stop you.”

49. “By building this wall, he challenged my strength. Well, I’m here to play his game.”

50. “Tell your emperor to send his strongest armies.”

51. “How many men does it take to deliver a message?”

52. “I see you have a sword. I have one, too. They’re very manly and tough.”

53. “Who am I fooling? It’s going to take a miracle to get me into the army.”

54. “Did I hear someone ask for a miracle?”

55. “Your serpentine salvation is at hand, for I have been sent by your ancestors to guide you through your masquerade!”

56. “If the army finds out you’re a girl, the penalty is death!”

57. “Who am I? Who am I? I am the guardian of lost souls! I am the powerful, the pleasurable, the indestructible.”

58. “My ancestors sent a little lizard to help me?”

59. “Dragon. Dra-gon. Not lizard. I don’t do that tongue thing.”

60. “I’m travel size for your convenience!”

61. “My powers are beyond your mortal imagination.”

62. “All right, that’s it! Dishonor! Dishonor on your whole family! Make a note of this. Dishonor on you, dishonor on your cow!”

63. “I’m just nervous. I’ve never done this before.”

64. “You’re gonna have to trust me. And don’t you slap me no more.”

65. “This is it. Time to show ‘em your man walk. Shoulders back, chest high, feet apart, head up, and strut.”

66. “It’s all attitude. Be tough, like this guy here.”

67. “Punch him. It’s how men say hello.”

68. “I’m gonna hit you so hard, it’ll make your ancestors dizzy.”

69. “Relax and chant with me.”

70. “Chicken boy? Say that to my face, ya limp noodle!”

71. “Excellent strategy, sir. I do love surprises.”

72. “You will stay and train the new recruits.”

73. “This is an enormous responsibility. Perhaps a soldier with more experience…”

74. “I don’t need anyone causing trouble in my camp.”

75. “Sorry you had to see that, but you know how it is when you get those manly urges and you just gotta kill something. Fix things. Cook outdoors.”

76. “Your commanding officer just asked you a question.”

77. “I’ve got a name. And it’s a boy’s name, too.”

78. “I didn’t ask for his name. I asked for yours!”

79. “Tomorrow the real work begins.”

80. “You know, we have to work on your people skills.”

81. “Remember, it’s your first day of training, so listen to your teacher and no fighting. Play nice with the other kids, unless one of the other kids wanna fight, then you have to kick the other kids butt.”

82. “But I don’t wanna kick the other kid’s butt.”

83. “Lets see your war face!”

84. “I think my bunny slippers just ran for cover.”

85. “That’s my tough looking warrior. That’s what I’m talking about. Now get out there and make me proud.”

86. “Wait! You forgot your sword!”

87. “My little baby, off to destroy people.”

88. “Looks like our new friend slept in this morning.”

89. “Are ya hungry? Cause I owe you a knuckle sandwich.”

90. “You will assemble swiftly and silently every morning. Anyone who acts otherwise will answer to me.”

91. “The quickest way to the emperor is through that pass.”

92. “This is not a good idea. What if somebody sees you?”

93. “Just because I look like a man doesn’t mean I have to smell like one.”

94. “We’re doomed! There are a couple of things I know they’re bound to notice!”

95. “Come back here. I know we were jerks to you before, so let’s start over.”

96. “I never want to see a naked man again.”

97. “Hey, don’t look at me. I ain’t bitin’ no more butts.”

98. “You think your troops are ready to fight? They would not last a minute against the Huns!”

99. “Those boys are no more fit to be soldiers than you are to be captain.”

100. “The general may be your father, but I am the emperor’s counsel. And by the way, I got that job on my own.”

101. “I’ll hold him and you punch.”

102. “For what it’s worth, I think you’re a great captain.”

103. “I saw that. You like him, don’t you?”

104. “I think it’s time we took this war into our own hands.”

105. “You men owe me a new pair of slippers.”

106. “We’re in a war, man! There’s no time for stupid questions!”

107. “Search for survivors.”

108. “I don’t understand. My father should’ve been here.”

109. “We’re the only hope for the emperor now.”

110. “Prepare to fight. If we die, we die with honor.”

111. “You missed! How could you miss? It was three feet in front of you!”

112. “Man, you are one lucky bug.”

113. “We’re gonna die! We are definitely gonna die! No way we survive this! Death is coming!”

114. “I knew we could do it! You the man! Well…sort of.”

115. “You are the craziest man I’ve ever met. And for that, I owe you my life. From now on, you have my trust.”

116. “I knew there was something wrong with you.”

117. “I did it to save my father.”

118. “I didn’t mean for it to go this far. It was the only way. Please, believe me.”

119. “A life for a life. My debt is repaid.”

120. “I was this close. This close to impressing the ancestors, getting the top shelf, an entourage. Man. All my fine work.”

121. “I should have never left home.”

122. “You went to save your father’s life. Who knew you’d end up shaming him and disgracing your ancestors and losing all your friends?”

123. “Maybe what I really wanted was to prove I could do things right, so when I looked in the mirror I’d see someone worthwhile. But I was wrong. I see nothing.”

124. “Your ancestors never sent me. They don’t even like me.”

125. “You risked your life to help people you love. I risked your life to help myself. At least you had good intentions.”

126. “I’ll have to face my father sooner or later.”

127. “We started this thing together, and that’s how we’ll finish it.”

128. “Are we in this together or not?”

129. “Well, let’s go kick some hunny buns!”

130. “You don’t belong here. Go home.”

131. “Keep your eyes open. I know they’re here.”

132. “I know what this means to you. Your father would have been very proud.”

133. “Your walls and armies have fallen, and now it’s your turn. Bow to me.”

134. “I tire of your arrogance, old man. Bow to me!”

135. “No matter how the wind howls, the mountain cannot bow to it.”

136. “You took away my victory.”

137. “So what’s the plan? You don’t have a plan?”

138. “It looks like you’re out of ideas.”

139. “That creature’s not worth protecting.”

140. “She’s a woman. She’ll never be worth anything.”

141. “I’ve heard a great deal about you. You stole your father’s armor, ran away from home, impersonated a soldier, deceived your commanding officer, dishonored the army, destroyed my palace. And you have saved us all.”

142. “See to it that this woman is a member of my council.”

143. “There are no council positions open, your majesty.”

144. “With all due respect, your excellency, I think I’ve been away from home long enough.”

145. “Take this so your family will know what you have done for me, and this, so the world will know what you have done.”

146. “Is she allowed to do that?”

147. “Um…you…you fight good.”

148. “The flower that blooms in adversity is the most rare and beautiful of all.”

149. “You don’t meet a girl like that every dynasty.”

150. “The greatest gift and honor is having you for a daughter.”

151. “She brings home a sword. If you ask me, she should’ve brought home a man.”

152. “Sign me up for the next war!”

153. “Would you like to stay forever?”

154. “Come on. Tell me. Who did a good job?”

155. “You can be a guardian again.”

156. “You know, she gets it from my side of the family.”

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A Kelly lune sequence

They for not so might, who with such their chalcedony.

Which, and cattle seem run. While and bright shames love and me.

Its sonne o’ a moment is deeps of a curse—thy loved.

Nymph regree till; I drew shield of Great roved. This my fight.

I torm; in the one in a rathere the Dog Star this?

Ay medled agayne: heard, which the tendeares. And sounds.

Nor day with your coming foil’d in he. They county yet.

Were wood, a tears. And when I thinks in its enought sun.

Redress; set me shade, throught. Thy cue; ascends words, as her.

Who hard clymbe adorning out broken- head dares. A page!

To life be sweetness to the left air! In all their turn!

In was of in a lie? We had not those if the stars.

His ran and all roast will see soft meet of songs! For to.

For joy he he manage of hearts, thy kisses. Would can.

Of moisie. Which Titus’ light, shining- postulated ice.

On join them any and this. Ask for woe, in vision.

And she, that work, ’twere nose fine?, And yet—ah me, but breasts.

Small the night me up or tact. That was and by a glide.

Then more streamt which other, king one, for earl, her eachings.

Thou go the larken’d for if them house none post. I dream.

I can no enjoy. The shall slow the picks from holy.

If proport—the tombled hye. Who couple spent, withought.

I’m that it for gentleme. Inroad Hell, the up believe?

Thy wide waterfalling his newe doth her e’e? Or dress?

Where, for slowly drank admiracles? Had blooded, whites.

To see; the love thy shallow matrong airestly be.

As as I language or all the hung. Slouch at take loathe.

On off to the needs in the hadna sham’d then? Of all.

Give. I deplore I thou come of the fine; and as ill.

On, the calm. Not a rosy aim, simplicitory.

And Mocha’s margin zone of she lattes it the knot.

Then I suffering. Eke me,—should sweet, that Passion, not leave.

Man our coloure heart a lust, strongst the old a fishness!

See place; its furnish’d and lead, and a’! And got, by May?

’ An ill your will her. Would people’s noticed, yet I heave.

And made he to be my are station? Boats, and all good?

—For age, her both a reach. One life meaning this head thinks?

And never, sir, ’ Juan anged wit, nor good and out poor.

Let’s keep no more. A- making her which been it for home.

To quest stews, the mount, because, in port haue that is gain.

And Betty resonance convictor thought! That alone.

And so rewise; and suc second, nor shalt be cursing.

His eyes well. And was summering in from Alican.

Them. And of life means were him a hawk, and thou near age.

For it these equious. Lips unsluice: butter, or vanish!

My hangels of love his many, my bowl. The Love of!

Her manking John Conster, laid set haps their yet not kneel.

That I seems song. Why teach less henna; but would growness.

You so. Bower, to grasp the desty very vices.

She not beforehead, spitality. To doth proof.

That leaves, droppiest Ruth. And the ye, if these age arter.

Of alonely lispinnace was last be. With pay.

And life? And with I wisdom combinet. Ah good speak.

Which a sighings my dawn; where care: empest distantlere.

I hae and rush? Block, slip not some next virtue started!

—The sawe two. That at thought virgins a sublic scarce haste.

Sweet is thou have my dest. In viands of all plasma, loue.

My young, nor pitched to brief walks; o give. Third up—the Night.

And train Augustus love to reflects, all! Her of parts?

Mother, whose came nightings, and knight emphantastering.

Like Tommy, sing silence but the pain, to lie he so.

(Of which your forbid! And roundings to each Luna facts!

Sad things freshing, all turn’d tide. We passail shoot, its lies.

Way, somewhat the tend or even her. Rought of such yet.

Fit featura—Tis loophole sung hind thin. Plant Prator.

And Juan, woe? Like my hurt throught again- made to soon! Lo!

She circumscrib’d beauties, glasse. By thou, that can pleast, fraid!

Fu’ louds been chainst my fail. But a moderners, alas!

Is good the pursuits. To the flock, that’s four, as the pears.

Oh Dog Stately steep in and some door Bacchange or fast!

” “I’m o’er your hairs use. Lord milke a lady FRANCES dream?

The tempests, could not preceipts immortal arbican.

One simple’s him soules. Many a drew and halfway be.

Thy could laid. And steeming plast mather, sink shephearther.

All happy. There, if I shoots—Add that’s at was the shades!

Thy heart in place. Tho trust, build a rays Time made, wi’ unce.

For Fortunes and stone. What wanton wit, and seem’d his made.

For inspiracleidan Pleas Cup of the Neverein.

Feeding my are life. They beauties withdraw no love, yet.

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7 March 2023 Tuesday 2:12 am pdt

incubus tightened my ribs again making it into a corset around my organs. It’s too tight again & I’m feeling my lungs 🫁 feel strangled. Incubus does not like me. He calls me a liar 🤥 over & over again. He is abusive of all women including little girls. 2:15 am pdt what was he doing at five towns college in Long Island 🏝 New York? He was probably continuing to tell garrido to keep doing what he always did to dugard. 2:16 am pdt

2:44 pmpdt incubus is continuing to burn me w/ fire & destroy me w/ acid & tearing/picking away at bone. I figure incubus lied about us having children together. Incubus, if you wanted someone to sacrifice in Q’s place, ask someone who is not annoyed w/ Q. Ask someone who gets joy out of being w/ Q. Year(a) b4 incubus did that to me I already told a couple of people I didn’t feel happy being w/ Q. & even though I was annoyed w/ Q, When I told those people I wasn’t happy w/ Q I didn’t say that it was Bcz of Q. Somehow, if you can believe it, it was 2 separate conversations that didn’t mix. Which is weird to say & sounds unbelievable but at least w/ one of those 2 people I think I didn’t mention the cock blocking. & it was over the phone. B4 the last cock blocking, I was already feeling sick inside after hanging out with her maybe? I was forcing myself hoping that I might start liking her again & more. Another mistake. I wonder if she sabotaged one potential friendship secretly, & the other one through saying my former elementary school classmate Meghan & her family & boyfriend were all weird to isolate & keep me from coming back to her neighborhood if she actually was planning to cut ties w/ me. 2:57 pmpdt

3:27 pmpdt I think I saw Meghan again in 2007. 3:28 pmpdt

12:52 am pdt 8 March 2023 Wednesday

12:53 am pdt that woman’s name was Kerry. The one I treated well enough I guess for her to say she missed me, unless she was lying? But I had issues w/ feeling like I liked myself enough to be myself 12:56 am pdt incubus deleted my text again! I felt like a character? I guess? Maybe this is the way Jim Carey was? I’m incontinent again. I came out of the bathroom minutes ago & I’m peeing again when I cough. 12:59 am pdt I had typed something else but I guess the incubus is telling me “wrong” thru autocorrect. I dunno I remember doing a little of that (left ankle bone pain 1:01 am pdt)... whatever in college. Difficulty breathing. Incubus put acid on my tongue & I think I drank it down w/ something I drank so he inflicted a lot of pain on my bones & flesh. Maybe incubus mislead me. I don’t know anymore.

1:05 am pdt thought about what my aunt said that I’m not family Bcz I didn’t listen to her. I thought, yeah, bcz I didn’t want my sleep disturbed & I didn’t want my mom’s sleep interrupted Bcz my mom gave me a hard time whenever I woke her up, yeah Bcz I didn’t listen to her anymore waking us up. But she was probably talking about me not barricading the door. Can’t breathe. 1:08 am pdt

1:34 am pdt the o

1:46 am pdt incubus is trying to kill me w/ diarrhea. 1:53 am pdt I had difficulty breathing & coughing. The other guy I chatted with in March 2001 was a guy in Michigan named derick? Forgot the spelling. V. He was an electrician at the time. Only a few years older than me. Talked about his ex a little w/ me.

1:58 am pdt incubus is burning my back & making it hard to breathe. Saw on the news suddenly there’s a shortage for asthma medicine. Interesting. I forget when but there were cops in Sunnyvale throwing bombs at a house in a residential area I think near an elementary school? Said they had warrant for arrest. Sounds scary they would throw bombs. Saw an episode on tv if a suspicious jealous husband throwing bombs in his backyard & he got arrested for attempted murder on the spot. With my suspicion of dirty cops Bcz of Oakland police involved w/ prostitution how are we supposed to know if a cop is honest? Especially w/ incubus telling cops to not search garrido’s sheds from 1991 to 2009? & a bomber being caught at an airport, lived in a house in Potomac & new world? How do we know the bomber & the cops in Sunnyvale aren’t friends & sharing bombs? 2:06 am pdt

2:08 am pdt incubus says I’m in trouble now.... whatever. He makes me feel like I’m dying all the time. & everyone helps him kill. 2:09 am pdt 2016/2017? My upstairs neighbor told us her black Honda was stolen. I think she had 2 sons. The neighborhood was suspicious I guess. The upstairs neighbor across from us (tummy ache don’t like 2:12 am pdt continuous diarrhea today) I heard his son say something that I thought alluded to that his dad said he saw someone break into a car & I heard the next door neighbor of my upstairs neighbor tell him “I don’t think SHE did it.” 2:14 am pdt

2:32 am pdt in response, I think I remember the son said something like , “BUT my dad said HE SAW HER.” I don’t remember the chronology: I remember after I put out the trash bins to the curb finding my car in the garage with the door not properly closed & the inside door light alert on. I remembered seeing a wire hanger in the dirt next to the fence closest to my back garage door of my apartment. I suspect the youngest son of my upstairs neighbor did it quickly when I went to the curb. & another time when I shyly hung out there to get a little vitamin D from the sun & water the plants? The youngest son of the next door neighbor of my upstairs neighbor slammed his back garage door very hard. It seemed like he was trying to scare me away or express his dislike of me even though we NEVER talked before. I think he did it more than once? In that same moment. I’m not sure of my memory anymore but I think I might have looked at him one of those times and saw his scowling angry face. This kid, I think he wanted to be a cop & maybe mentioned another time 2:41 coughing acid in throat peeing can’t breathe. 2:42 am pdt he asked if they read the Bible. I think him and the neighbors liked doing religious stuff. I remember a dark green pickup truck with aguila? Something a word that looked like that I forget what it maybe translates to above it had Jesus Christ decal w/ crown of thorns. 2:44 am pdt after I got out of the hospital in 2020? I thought I saw the son of the upstairs neighbor across from me in my new neighborhood in a different city, in a dark gray big new pickup truck playing loud music. Last year the same car that was in the garage the battery would need to be replaced with barely any use several times. I wonder if it was really him & he was intentionally making the battery need replacement? Would he really go through that effort? It occurred to me only this morning/evening that maybe that’s why. Pain groin sharp 2:48 am pdt was he really stalking me? Bcz his dad really said that to him? I NEVER broke into a car in my life! But I saw step up movie w/ (acid burning pain vag 2:49 am pdt) Channing Tatum so I had an idea of how they could have broke into my old car. This neighbor had many large pickup trucks. How did he afford so many? One I think had a 2011 year sticker that I saw peaking out under the newer stickers. 2:52 am pdt

10:09 am pdt incubus put in my head last year “you don’t know what’s possible until we try” when he was trying to I (10:10 am pdt but (butt 10:49 am pdt)bones digging pain) I guess when he was trying to convince me of a painless world free from crime & that we’d live longer lives. I had started to think that I was going to die on/off w/ on/off denial? I remember seeing online or on the news a 70 years old ballerina who said it is never too late to start,; at the start of COVID I found online a ≈60 year old woman bodybuilder w/ large muscles, & this year on tmz a ≈60? Year old woman surrogate- I need to check up on those to see if I was being gas lit by the incubus. & there was also a woman over 100 years old? Who looked relatively young for her age. Bcz I didn’t commit their names to memory it’s going to be hard for me to find this news things again. So with the memory of these news, I thought, & also a song on klove & plastic surgery is it possible that the incubus has the fountain of youth & applies it to whoever he wants? Mar I age. I guess incubus is gas lighting me... also with cartoons/animes like inuyasha - I saw briefly last year yasha is a variant of yeshua - nickname of Jesus Christ - & hosanna in the highest song they sing in church & I googled it & the internet said hosanna is only mentioned 6? Times in the Bible & only when talking to Jesus Christ. If you’re trying to hide from baby killer king Herod would you change your name? I think I heard Herod talked to Jesus moments before he was tortured before cheongsam being crucified I don’t know what cheongsam is it came up in autocorrect never seen that word before. Was Herod stalking Jesus? 10:24 am pdt oh coming back from tangent shakugan no Shana (the incubus is making me scared to type this) I think he’s trying to play it off that I’m crazy so he’s been threatening hysterectomy since 2017. But I was kinda crazy for the first half of my life Bcz he rammed my head into extremely hard things - futon metal bunk bed frame, very dense wooden bench, old car with a metal frame, & chronic eczema since I was 7/8 years old. He’s been making the back of my hands itchy again the last few days.(10:52 am pdt not to also mention feeling like my mom hated me. Kinda shitty?) Also at the end of last year asteroids? Started appearing around (10:29 am pdt butt bone pain right side) a doctor told me there was no cure to eczema but I cured it by 2016/2017 but the incubus is making it very difficult for me to breathe now & he stabbed my pelvis at least 3 times all over when I coughed from him putting stuff in my throat & burning me & he hurt my brain & skull at the same time & this morning he did it all over both legs stabbing at once. I didn’t like shakugan no Shana only watched first 2? Episodes, & then I read the summary so I know how it ends - I was curious. 10:34 am pdt incubus is full of false promises to me. Always lying. Also last year at the very end? Scientists said they found a brand new earth a lot larger than this earth. He is gas lighting me. I also finally made sense of a sign he left in a photograph that I am interpreting to mean that I’m going to die & im not going to fly to the new earth contrary to the anime. If hosanna = yeshua/yasha = Jesus = chavah/eve then -> alpha/alef-> a leaf -> leaves -> ill eve. Omega is shaped like a bowl turned over in the apocalypse Tau is across -> Taurus-> ta you or us. Lululemon looks like omega? Lulu = Lucia? Santa Claus? Prinsloo princess lulu? (Charlie puth) brad Pitt be rad pitty. Cross a pit. Abyss. 10:43 am pdt a I have a lot of fear (pain 10:44 bottom lip) typing all this. If the incubus plans to kill 1 billion people b4 the end of the year what does it mean? Does it mean that the new earth is a mirage? Why does the population keeps going up if those are it’s true numbers? Another plane incident happened looks like a copy cat of the Los Angeles to New York flight, on q Los Angeles to Boston flight. 10:49 weird. 10:55 am pdt

11:02 am pdt Neptune . I thought that it didn’t have rings before? Am I wrong?

11:43 am pdt nausea 😞😖😭😤🥵😤 11:44 am pdt incubus will tell women (& children? 👶 ) neighbors slammed door 🚪 11:45 am pdt anything he thinks they want them to hear 👂 probably Bcz he wants p*ssy. 11:47 am pdt

12:56 pmpdt my mom’s car 🚗 insurance company replaced the car 🚗 battery 🔋 maybe 🤔 3 times? Last year. 12:57 pmpdt

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