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deathisanartmetzli · 3 years

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More Than Meets the Eye || Vic & Metzli

TIMING: Early August

PARTIES: @natusvincere @deathisanartmetzli

SUMMARY: Vic runs into Metzli and gets a lot more than just unwanted flirtation.

CONTAINS: Gore

As the final remnants of the sun dissipated, Metzli let out a soft sigh. It was a long day, a little too long for their liking, but it was finally over. Giving the place a final look, checking off each box on their nightly routine list, they heard a faint crack. Curiously, the crack seemed to echo. The sound of rock breaking apart likewise broke their concentration.

Following the sound, it led to the sculpture section of the gallery. Nothing seemed out of place in the slightest. Metzli walked through to make double sure, and when they found nothing, they headed back towards the front to grab their things.

Metzli was quick to swing the strap of their bag and engage their security system, doing it twice out of cautiousness. Their footsteps clacked against the tile floor, coming to a stop as they exited. The key slid in and an audible click sounded as the door locked. Pocketing their keys, their eyes caught sight of a rather beautiful woman. They smiled and thought maybe they could get lucky today. “Good evening, miss. How do you do? Lovely evening, is it not?”

The definitive worst thing about being a vampire (besides that annoying eternal life thing), was being forced to avoid the sun and it’s beauty at all costs. Even in Vic’s worst days as a human, the sun had a way of adding both a literal and figurative brightness to her day, because even in the darkest of times, it always returned. Now, without it, darkness loomed. The quacks of the 21st century would say something about vitamin D deficiency.

The twilight of the late evening gave at least some sort of loophole from this problem, and it was when she found herself venturing out most when she wasn’t working. The plus side, too, was that most people were too wrapped up in trying to get home to their families to even think about bothering her. But fuck all, apparently she wouldn’t be so lucky tonight.

Vic usually lingered in her walks by art galleries, enjoying careful peaks inside if they were already closed for the night. She had been planning on doing just that, too, until a person locking the door all but accosted her. Her face instinctively formed into a scowl, automatically on the defence. “I’m not your miss. I am a grown woman”, she said. At their second question, she looked the person up and down, a firm scowl still set, though morphing into one a bit more judgemental. “Well, it was a good evening. Do you need something, or can I continue on my walk?”

“My, my. You really know how to make a gentlethem swoon,” Metzli retorted with a chuckle. It wasn’t often that someone met them with such disgust within the first second. It usually took about ten, so this was a remarkable record. “I never claimed you as mine, but maybe just for the night you can be,” They flirted, horribly so. The fact that Vic had no interest only made them want to bother her more.

Metzli faced Vic fully now, hearing no heartbeat and gathering a familiar scent in their nose. They leaned onto the door and crossed their arms casually to take in Vic’s unrelenting visage. The sight only made them smile wider, revealing perfect white teeth. “Do you treat everyone with such charm, or is it only special people like me?” This was no longer about the art of flirting, but the art of annoying.

Just as Metzli opened their mouth to continue, another echoing and rocky crack resonated in their ears. This interruption made their head snap towards the glass doors, to peer inside. “Did you hear that?” Everything, the annoying and flirting, was out the window now. Something felt off. Something felt…sinister.

Vic stared stone faced at the person in front of her, blinking twice as she tried to decide exactly what about their interaction was so swoon-worthy. She let out a huff, her stone face somehow becoming even more stern. “I don’t belong to anyone, blobfish. Especially not dense, odd-looking people like yourself.” The lack of a heartbeat didn’t help either, though the fact that she didn’t think to automatically call a hunter on this person made her gut flutter uncomfortably. Especially after hearing barely 3 sentences from them, it was already clear that they were relentlessly annoying. Turning in a potential vampire should have been easy, but especially when they were as antagonistic as this person was.

“Can I tell you a secret?”, she asked, slapping on her famous fake charm for only a moment before turning it off in an instant. “There is nothing special about you. Never was, never will be. When I leave here, I will never think about you again, even though you’ll spend the rest of the month at least thinking about me. Now I’m only going to say this once, so make sure you turn on your listening ears. Back. The fuck. Off.”

Just as she spoke the last of her threat, a loud, earthy rumble could be heard inside the gallery. She turned to it, her eyebrows furrowed in investigation. “Of course I heard it, stupid. Did you accidentally leave someone in there with the merchandise?” The sound rumbled closer rather quickly, and she forced herself to look back at the person in front of her. “Don’t you work here?! Shouldn’t you know what’s going on in your own place of employment?!”

Without a shadow of a doubt, Metzli knew they poked the bear thoroughly. Only, this was definitely a vampire bear with a vengeance against her own kind. Or maybe against amazing people flirting with her. They didn’t know, but they certainly knew she was way off base with the blob fish comment. “Whoa there. Blob fish? Fuck that. I’m attractive and you’re way too hot headed to acknowledge such decadence.” There was no malice in their tone, only a light joking one.

“Furthermore, while you have every right to turn down my advances, I don’t think I ever gave you a reason to be so…for the lack of a better term, bitchy towards me.” Metzli was mocking Vic, and it was obvious with the kind of voice they used. Layers upon layers of annoyance and sarcasm, molded together to serve in their words. Their toothy grin remained plastered on their face as they retrieved the keys from their pocket.

“Now, if you’ll excuse me, gorgeous, I gotta ch—“ Something crashed into the door, breaking the glass and frame completely before Metzli could even put the key in the lock. “Fuck!” Glass sprayed everywhere as the two vampires were knocked to the ground by an unknown creature. It took a few moments, but Metzli managed to follow the trail of broken stone. Nothing but their eyes moved until they locked onto a grotesque and slobber-ridden chupacabra. “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.”

“Hm, you seem really eager to prove how attractive you are. Am I sensing some deep-seated insecurity here?” Vic blinked in surprise when she was called bitchy, tilting her head in offense. “Ooh, I can see why you approach strangers on the street instead of using acceptable ways to find someone to validate you as a person with fake praise and sexual favors. Your lack of tact explains a lot. Having a hard time finding a first date, Honey? Try not insulting people you’re trying to pick up.” She wanted nothing more than to slap the grin off their face, but her words had the ability to cut deeper than any physical injury could muster.

She was about to bite again at the pet name, seriously second guessing her decision not to figure out for sure if this person was a vampire like she thought, when she was thrown to the ground unexpectedly, glass shattering all around her. Her eyes landed on a slimy, thin, reptilian creature, and she looked at Metzli with disgust. “What the hell is that?!”

She stood up quickly, dusting herself off and not bothering to help her companion stand up. Was the gallery doubling as some weird, supernatural breeding ground? She didn’t have time to ask, because the creature was seemingly bounding toward them without hesitation, fast and slobbery and with nearly nothing stopping it.

Gathering their wits about them, Metzli dove towards the chupacabra, not hesitating to halt its path towards Vic. Though most people would mistake this as a heroic act, it was more showboating than anything. “It’s a fucking chupacabra, numbnuts!” They barked out the statement, struggling to hold the creature still. Thanks to living over a century, their strength was more than quintupled now, but even that wasn’t a total advantage here.

Metzli huffed as they threw the chupacabra to the side, hoisting it several feet away. “That was a sculpture before it was this. Someone must’ve donated it as a threat or because they’re stupid.” They thought out loud as they moved over to Vic. Survival was crucial here, and so was keeping a low profile. God knows what this would do to the gallery’s reputation. And a woman dying in front of it too? No, that wasn’t going to happen. Not on their watch.

The creature growled and shuffled around, trying to refocus and find its prey. With widened eyes, Metzli watched as the beast loomed closer, baring its teeth in a threatening show of dominance. They stepped back slowly, trying not to make any loud noises. The time to get out of dodge was now, and they knew they’d have to bring the aggressive woman with them if they wanted to protect their gallery’s image. Before bolting for a dark area nearby, they reached for Vic’s hand, and uttered a single word, “Run.”

It was highly offensive to be thrown to the ground and then be called a name within mere seconds. Vic shot Metzli a look, one that was sure to let them know how incredibly displeased she was, before her eyes found their way back to the creature, trying to study it. She certainly had never heard of a kookaburra in White Crest, but stranger things had happened. “That’s not a bird, you imbecile. It’s a lizard!”

With the creature momentarily disabled, Vic took the opportunity to stand up, backing behind the person she had determined was responsible for this whole mess, Metzli. “You and your staff didn’t think of double checking the matter before you allowed the statue in your facility?” she asked incredulously, disgusted by the clear lack of customer service going on here.

At Metzli’s command, Vic took off immediately, pulling the other person with her and not taking a second to look back to see if they were being followed. Even if Metzli had clearly gotten the name of this thing wrong, they seemed to have at least some knowledge of what it might be. “What the fuck does it want?”, she asked as they ran, no more breathless than she’d been when they were standing still. “How do we fucking get rid of it?”

Metzli practically rolled their eyes all the way back as Vic ridiculed them and their staff. “I told you, it was a statue! A full blown, marble statue! No movement, and no charms indicated a live creature resided in it!” Their words jumped about as they ran, too frantic to keep it even. “In here!” Vic was pulled into a dark alley, a little roughly, but she was put behind them. Being much taller than her, they covered her completely.

“Chupacabras don’t normally go after anything but goats, I thought. But maybe it’s mad.” Metzli whispered, taking slow and controlled steps back, leading the two further into the alley. “If we stay put, it’ll go away and bother less important people. Like humans.” A quiet laugh escaped their lips and they grabbed a metal pipe, just in case. Vic seemed like she could beat the shit out of something, but Metzli couldn’t rely on pure assumption right now.

“Can you do anything other than be an ass? You look strong. Super strength or are you just one of the useless undead people with toned bodies for show?” Even now, Metzli just had to push some buttons.

“A statue in White Crest”, Vic shot back incredulously. “It’s entirely irresponsible to assume that anything brought to your facility is just going to be normal. Wouldn’t it make sense to hire some sort of...supernatural curator or something?” Normally, she wasn’t so forward when it came to issues of the supernatural. She wasn’t one of the idiots who flaunted her knowledge around the town as if they were speaking about the sales at the grocery store instead of something as life or death as supernatural creatures. But Metzli clearly knew about the subject, so much so that they might be the only person helpful enough to help her survive whatever situation they had gotten themselves into. She nearly let out a shriek as she was pulled, and her eyebrows pressed together at how close their bodies were pressed together.

She looked up at her companion, a huff leaving her lips before she spoke. “Mad like angry, or mad like losing its mind?,” she asked, chancing a peak toward the creature. She scoffed, pushing Metzli away from her at their idea. “What kind of immoral slob do you think I am?,” she demanded, clearly offended. “First of all, who said anything about being undead?”. Even with an admission she knew of the supernatural, and this person’s apparent knowledge of her lack of heartbeat, a stranger would never get the privilege of hearing about her status as a vampire. “Second- we cannot just let this thing off to destroy people’s lives. We have a responsibility to stop it before anyone gets hurt, you depraved ingrate!”

She swallowed, frustrated, and looked between Metzli and the creature once more. “I’m a rather adept boxer”, she said, clenching her fists as she spoke. “But I’m not confident that thing won’t turn itself back to stone once I try to take a swing- is that something it would do?” Her eyes settled on Metzli, who she just decided she hated asking for help. “What about you? Are you good for anything other than being annoying and irresponsible?”

Boy oh boy was Vic getting on Metzli’s nerves. She was so hot-headed that she couldn’t even give a semblance of grace. “Listen, I’m trying to help you, despite how fucking disrespectful you’ve been. I’m new to this fucking place, but you’re too fucking busy to even give me a chance. A single. Fucking. Chance.” A low, guttural growl tickled through their throat as they glared at Vic. She had finally gotten on their bad side, it didn’t matter how hard they tried to push through the anger, they needed a minute.

Forcing a breath through their teeth, they squeezed the pipe to the point of leaving indents before finally succumbing to calmness. Metzli simply muttered, “They’re mad, as in angry. And no, turning to stone isn’t a specialty. Someone else must’ve done that. Also, I can obviously hear that you have no pulse, and you’re fucking freezing.” They rolled their eyes and paced forward to the entrance of the alleyway to take one last look at the chupacabra. “Fine. We’ll take care of it. But only if you stop being such a dick. I was trained in a clan and can handle myself well, and…fuck. Fine. If you need help, I guess I’ll have your back.”

They reached a hand out, motioning for Vic to shake their hand, “A small truce for now. I don’t know what your problem is with your own species, but I’m willing to put aside everything if you are. I haven’t had the best few weeks so…I—so—ugh. Sorry I blew up.”

Vic blinked, stopping for a moment to let her gaze fall on Metzli as they blew up on her. She pressed her lips together, processing exactly what was being said to her. Everything that they said felt justified- they were thoughts that had been tossed around her own brain for decades now. Thoughts that she worried everyone felt anyway. But still, despite how her mind was feeling, her mouth went on the defense. “I’m too busy trying to survive”, she muttered, though her eyes flashed away from Metzli’s. “Don’t flatter yourself.”

Her eyes wandered to where Metzli’s hand was wrapped around the pipe, and then back to their face, letting out a low breath of her own. “What do you suppose it’s so angry about?”, she wondered aloud, bracing herself for a fight with the creature, as if one were only moments away. “I have an undiagnosed medical condition”, she lied matter of factly, not interested in sharing the truth. She wanted to tell Metlzi that they’d probably take care of it in terms of self-preservation anyway, but maybe after upsetting them, it was best to leave well enough alone. She let out a huff before shaking their hand reluctantly.

“A truce”, she agreed, as ridiculous as it felt, “I suppose I can put insulting your character on hold until we’re in a safer situation. I’m… sorry if anything I said offended you”, she said through gritted teach. Before either of them had a chance to have any closure on their apologies, the creature was bounding toward them. It rushed it’s body into Vic, sending her against the wall of the gallery with a grunt.

“It’s probably mad at the people who turned it int—” Words were interrupted by the bellowing roar of the bounding chupacabra, followed by a crunching blow. There was no time to react, to stop the beast from running straight into Vic. Without thinking, Metzli threw their body at the chupacabra before it could do anything else to her. The metal pipe was thrusted into its chest with pure force and it screeched in pain.

Limbs thrashed and teeth snapped over and over again until Metzli was successfully thrown off. “Come on, Medical Condition! Rip its fucking head off!” they demanded, getting pummeled and bitten over and over again. Black blood pooled on the ground as it seeped from every bite.

A hand found a slippery grip on the protruding pipe, pulling it out and using it as a method of defense. It was the last resort, the last chance Metzli had against the devastating blows. Whether they lived or died didn’t matter, but they made a truce and told Vic they’d protect her. And if there was anything Metzli was not, it was a liar. They kept it distracted, trying to give Vic the chance to compose herself and attack properly. It was a struggle, but they wouldn’t lose their resolve.

Thankfully, Vic’s brain had the chance to process what Metlzi was trying to say before the wind was figuratively knocked out of her. It would have crushed her body if not for Metzli’s intervention, and for the first time, she was actually thankful for their presence. With the new defensive attack, the beast had found a new target in Metzli, and at first, all Vic could do was stare in disbelief at it’s anger and violence. Violence on this scale, while it was something she might have incited, wasn’t something she experienced first hand often, or even liked to think about. It brought back painful memories that were too stubborn be forgotten after 400 years.

But then her companion’s words shook her out of her temporary stupor and she sprung into action, using the chupacabra’s distraction to her advantage. She jumped on the creature from behind, muttering expletives in Swedish as it tried to throw her off, fighting for dominance.

She grit her teeth when she finally got a good hold of it’s head, and with Metzli’s earlier advice ringing in her ears, she tore it off. The creature’s body stood stiff for a moment, as if time had frozen between the three of them, but then it tumbled to the floor, sending Vic down with it.

She looked up at Metzli, the previous rigor of a fight in her features replaced with concern. It was the first time she had felt any type of sympathy for the other person. “Are you going to be okay?”, she asked, pushing herself up. “You’re looking rather rough.”

Stillness took over not only their body, but the air surrounding the two. Metzli felt their thick and congealed blood pool around them, and they felt so hungry. The chupacabra’s body was still very much warm as it laid dead on the ground next to them. “Nice job, Medical Condi…” But they trailed off, black consuming their vision as dizziness took over their head. Rolling over, they managed to get to their knees and crawl to a wall to prop themselves up. This was the worst condition they had been in since their days in the clan.

“I think after all of that, I should get at least a date at the bar,” Metzli coughed raspily until it bled into a dry chuckle. Despite the pain they were feeling, they wanted to give the notion that they were more than fine. Great, even. “I’ll even buy the drinks.” They continued to joke, only being half-serious about the gesture. Vic was definitely appealing visually, and even showed strength that they respected, but her personality was a little too hot-headed for their taste. But if there was anything Metzli had learned in their years of living, it was that people, just like them, put on a front to conceal their true selves from others.

“Hey…”, Vic said, walking the short distance to them. She rested her hand on their back, leaning down to get a good look at their face. Their condition was possibly even worse than she thought it was, and there weren’t many ways to help an injured vampire that she was comfortable with.

A Vic from last year would have seized the opportunity to turn them in to a hunter.

Instead, she said, “We need to get you some animal blood. I know a guy, if you don’t.” She tucked a hair behind her ear, still refusing to acknowledge the truth of what she was. Thank god for Metlzi’s impeccable timing for annoyance, because it gave her a chance to recover. “Don’t hold your figurative breath, Sweetheart. You know, you’re a lot more likely to get laid if you don’t sound so desperate. You sound like an insufferable teenager when you continuously come onto someone who’s clearly not interested.”

She pressed her lips together, leaning her back against the wall they were using as a crutch. “Sorry about your statue”, she said genuinely, gesturing to the bits of glass that surrounded what used to be a door. “I hope the gallery has good insurance.

Seeing Vic a little concerned, Metzli couldn’t help themselves and said, “Ha. You care about me. Well, you did. For at least two seconds.” They spit to the side, black blood spattering on the floor. Aches and pains cascaded to every nerve, making them grimace as they got to their feet. “Nah, I’m good, Vic. I’ve annoyed ya enough for one evening. It’s getting boring.” Each step hiccuped with a limp and they rolled their eyes at themselves. Being so injured was annoying, but it was also exhilarating to have been so close to death. So close it made them laugh. “That was a lot of fun though. Would’ve been funny as shit if I had died.”

Vic’s concern was so out of place that it made them stumble and reposition their hands on the alleyway wall. “My gallery will be fine. Thanks, though. Maybe you’re not so bad. ” Metzli teased, walking around the corner and passing the ruins of their entrance door. Glass crunched under every step. They sucked their teeth and took out their phone to start making calls for the door, subsequently taking out a business card and holding it out for Vic. “If you wanna keep in touch, here’s my card. Sorry your night got all ruined. Pretty women like shouldn’t have to deal with shit like this.”

Vic didn’t bother to suppress her eyeroll, which was so much easier than acknowledging that Metzli might have been right. Still, there was an itching of concern for them, especially when it was notable that they were still definitely not in good shape. “Our definitions of fun are vastly different”, she decided out loud. Inwardly, she decided to walk Metzli home, or at least make sure they got home okay. She figured it’d be better than having to worry the whole night if they made it safely or not. Even if she’d have to sneakily wait till whatever time they decided to leave.

She took their card, but vowed to destroy it when she got home. In her hands, if she were in another state of mind, it would be too dangerous for her to have that kind of information. She let out a breath, tucking it into her pocket and looking back at them, her face barely changing. “Nobody should have to deal with shit like this”, she argued, unblinking. “But I guess that’s the world we live in, isn’t it?”

For so long, she thought she had been making the world they lived in a better place by ridding it of vampires. When one proved to her the amount of humanity they could have, like Metzli did tonight, she had to wonder who the real monster was.

#wickedswriting #more than meets the eye #chatzy #vic and metzli #gore tw

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josefavomjaaga · 3 years

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Letters from 1814

All texts, as usual, from Helfert, "Joachim Murat"

Mier to Metternich. (postscript, in chiffres]. Naples 8 July 1814.

My Prince!

The Sieur Baudus who, when the King of Naples declared war on France, had given his resignation from the place of Sub-Governor to the Princes, who is among the most vocal against the party that the King had chosen, and who intrigued together with the Minister of Finance to tie the King to the interests of Napoleon and to make him break all the engagements contracted with our court, and did all he could to make him slow and indecisive in his steps and to inspire him with distrust against Austria (protected moreover by the Queen and enjoying her confidence), he remained until now in Naples under various excuses always hoping that the King would restore him in his place. Seeing himself deceived in his hopes he determined to choose another battlefield for his intrigues. He succeeded in persuading the King and even more the Queen that by means of his relations with Talleyrand he could be very useful to them at the Congress of Vienna where this Minister is due to go.

The day before yesterday he left for Munich, from where he plans to go to Vienna. As this clever and skilful man will not fail to present himself to Your Highness, I thought it necessary to give Him an idea of this in order to put Him on his guard against the machinations of this intriguer.

I have the honour etc.

When I read »Munich«, I think »Eugène«. Unfortunately, I could not find out if Baudus met with Eugène there. But it would have been possible, Eugène seems to have remained in Munich for most of July and only went to Baden in August.

I did however find an interesting passage in a biography on Caroline Murat by Florence de Baudus that relates to this departure. Apparently, Murat got so anxious and desperate about the last French of his suite leaving his court that Caroline had to ask Agar to calm him and prevent he actually acted against them in his outrage.

In Vienna, Baudus met with Metternich and seems to have received plenty of reassurance for Murat. Beugnot, chief of police in Paris, already knows that Metternich has declared himself a friend of the Murats, much to te chagrin of Louis XVIII.

Mier to Metternich, Naples this 21st October 1814.

My Prince!

Not having been informed about Capitaine Malkzewski being sent as a courier to Vienna, I was not able to take advantage of his departure to pass on to Your Highness my present report: General Boulnois in the service of France, lieutenant in the Garde du Corps, who last had been charged with handing over Corfu to the allied troops, arrived in this capital during the night of the 12th to the 13th. He immediately asked to be admitted to the King. His Majesty granted his request. He began his speech with a thousand protestations of attachment and admiration for the King and told Him that he would take charge of the overtures or proposals which His Majesty would like to make to Louis XVIII, and which would be accepted only through his channel; that he would send a courier to his government on the spot or would bring them to his attention himself; that Louis XVIII was a great admirer of the King's military talents; that Sovereigns must put their personal and family interests above those of their people; that one wished to know in France the views and the policy of the King, the conduct which He would hold if war were to resume; that by his position and the means which He has at his disposal, He could not remain a simple spectator; that He could play a great role in Italy whose inhabitants are dissatisfied with the present order of things and ask only for a leader; that one could agree on many things etc. etc.

The King, who immediately became aware of the purpose of this chatter, asked him if he had any full powers in writing; if he was authorised by his government to enter into negotiations on this matter. On his negative answer His Majesty told him that He had no overtures or proposals to make to France, that He only asked her to be recognised as King of Naples, a thing she could not refuse, in conformity with the treaty concluded with Austria; that He hoped that the tranquillity of the continent would not be disturbed, but that, if unfortunately the war was rekindled, the course of his policy and his views would be entirely in conformity with those of Austria, his ally; that He and his army were at the disposal of this friendly power, and that united with it he was responsible for the tranquillity of Italy; that He nourished no other desire than to remain quiet possessor of his Kingdom and to work for the happiness of his subjects etc.

General Boulnois, seeing that he could not lead the King on this line to some false steps which would compromise him with respect to his Allies, set up his batteries in the opposite direction and said to the King that the principal goal of his voyage to Naples was the business of Marshals Macdonald and Oudinot which relates to the donations which they have in this Kingdom. This matter gave him occasion to speak of the discontent which reigned in France, of the spirit which animated the Marshals General and the French army in general; that Louis XVIII would support himself with difficulty on the throne; that the King possessed the confidence of the French army; that He led it so often to victory that his will and his person could bring about great changes in France; that He could count on being supported by the whole army and a large part of the nation; and many other similar statements, in opposition to what he had just said at the beginning.

The King treated this gentleman as he deserved, and made it clear to him that He was not the dupe of the schemes which were being set up to lose Him. This General, who stopped for a few days in Genoa, then in Ancona, and travelled through part of the Kingdom of Naples, is still here. As he has spent a fairly long time with the French army in this Kingdom, he has a lot of knowledge and is trying to gather information on what relates to the internal position of this country. I suppose that the government will not allow him a long stay in this Capital.

I have the honour of sending herewith to Your Highness the Moniteur de Naples, which contains the royal decree on the endowments made by Napoleon in this Kingdom, motivated by the order of 18 September published in France.

May Your Highness accept the assurances of my highest consideration.

It is interesting how Louis XVIII, having barely been properly seated on the throne, was already preoccupied with the fate of his distant Neapolitan relatives.

The next letter Helfert offers in his book already is from after the Congress of Vienna had been opened (do we need another timeline for this period?).

Metternich to Mier (concept). Vienna on November 6, 1814.

The Duke of Campo-Chiaro sends today General Filangieri as a courier to Naples, and I take advantage of this occasion to send you the present dispatch.

The Duke's reports undoubtedly contain very detailed data on the present position of things in Vienna. There are very great objects occupying the powers gathered under the name of Congress; united by the intention of removing the difficulties which would arise from too complicated forms, the powers with objects of open discussion have taken the step of establishing direct negotiations, to which the presence of the sovereigns and of several heads of cabinet lend every facility.

France, together with the other branches of the Bourbon House, has up to now aimed at bringing the Neapolitan question into the arrangements of Europe in consequence of the treaty of Paris. Our cabinet has constantly resisted this move, basing itself on the text of its treaties with the Court of Naples, and on the principle that it cannot question the existence of an independent power whose fate is in no way linked to that of the dynasty which has been expelled from the throne of France.

Oops. Sorry, Caroline. Seems Metternich just erased your name from the Bonaparte family tree.

I beg you, Count, to invite the Duke of Gallo to bring you up to date on the details which Monsieur de Campo-Chiaro is bound to send him of the discussions that have so far taken place on these important subjects. They will prove to the Court of Naples the constancy of the course of His Imperial Majesty in accordance with the principles which have always guided his cabinet. The Emperor has never violated the faith of treaties and he never will.

Uhm. Can I please quote Archduke Charles here? »Of course I have no problems breaking a treaty...«

The more His Majesty should be reassured about the impossibility of her being exposed to an attack from the coast or on the land, the more it would be desirable that He should not, by extraordinary measures, reawaken the fear in Italy about chimerical dangers. Complications are often created by wishing to forestall them in too anxious a manner. The attitude of the King, the only one in conformity with his true interests, must be that of calm. He is at home, his army is fine, he has between him and France all the Austrian forces; let him come to an agreement with the only immediate neighbour, let him follow the indications which must also have been given to him by the Duke of Campo-Chiaro, and let him put himself in the position of a power which does not seek quarrel with any other, but which would repel any attack. The only possible one being on the side of the sea, any demonstration on the opposite side is not only useless, but it is harmful to his interests, in that it furnishes pretexts to the malicious to slander the intentions of the King, and gratuitous grounds for supposition to the opposite party, that the Court of Naples is not entirely confident of the intentions of Austria.

These considerations, which arise from the very nature of things, may be brought to the King's attention by you, as having come directly from me. You will add the assurance that, if ever the rest of Italy were to be threatened (which there is no appearance of) by an enemy outside, or by parties within its bosom, His Imperial Majesty would not only count on the support of His Majesty in the same cause, but that He would be the first to call upon the support of the King.

The Duke of Campo-Chiaro finds himself placed as a Minister in Congress in the same attitude as are those of all the other powers. I congratulate myself on having been able to put aside all the questions which might have complicated his position by isolating him, it would in no case have been entirely so, for the existence of the Grand Duke of Tuscany is no less contested by the Spanish Court than that of the King of Naples.

Receive etc.

I guess what Metternich is trying to say here is: Mier – for the love of god, make sure he doesn’t do anything stupid!

#joachim murat #napoleon #naples #louis xviii #congress of vienna #Baudus #helfert murat

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INCEPTIVERSARY 2020 IS COMING THIS JULY!

INCEPTI...WHAT?

Inceptiversary is our yearly celebration of Christopher Nolan’s Inception. Every year the fandom gets together to create and support fan work, discuss the film and meet like minded individuals to talk about all things Inception (and a lot of Inception-adjacent things.) The event runs on average 5-6 weeks and contains a multitude of events ranging from spreading positivity to competitive writing to collaborative fan works.

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GENERAL HOUSEKEEPING

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My Girl

Summary: Steve grows an obsession. You’re just a girl who likes to help and Steve can’t help the growing urge to keep you for himself.

Warnings: Smut 18+, non-con, dark!Steve, mentions of death? Sorta. Very very dark steve. NSFW, pure filthy smut, and again.. noncon.

Word Count: 6,741

Author’s Note: Hi! This is late, but I hope you all enjoy it! Sorry if it's shitty. I wrote this with 3 hours of sleep and multiple cups of coffee. Please enjoy! this was written for @darkficsyouneveraskedfor challenge! I hope you like it and I'm not too late!

Waking up after years of being in the ice didn’t feel so long for him, he blinked and was suddenly in the 21st century.

It was hard for him to find someone these days, every girl was so corrupt, they all lacked the innocence he was looking for; craving better yet.

He searched and searched, mission after mission he found himself carelessly picking up girls and bringing them back to the compound. He’d escort them out, or at least to the elevator like a gentleman and was greeted by the snarky remarks of his coworkers.

He wasn’t specifically looking for you when he found you, he had been wondering the streets of New York when he stumbled across a girl, you, full of life and so tender, you were helping a man who looked achingly starved fit into what looked like, brand new shoes.

He felt a flutter in his chest as he watched you slip clean socks beside him, the man thanked you, praised you and blessed you as many times as he could.

You stepped into the coffee shop after helping the man, you found an old box filled with your brother's shoes, and you managed to convince yourself that hoarding stuff wasn’t gonna make the past change or any make it better. The least you could do was donate it, especially with the harsh winter coming people needed the extra layers.

“Two hot chocolates and 2 warmed croissants please.” You signaled up to fingers at the cashier.

“Is that all ma’am?”

“Yes.” You searched your wallet for cash, you tried to avoid using your card, it was strictly for bills only.

You slipped the card between your fingers and stood in front of the card reader “It’ll be-“

“I got it.” A deep voice rumbled from behind you, sending a shiver down your spine, you turned your head past your shoulder and snuck a peek at the golden locked man, his figure not going unnoticed as well as his familiar face plastered on every billboard.

“It’s ok, I can pay for it.” You insisted and held your card up. “Please, let me. It’s the least I could do for helping that man.” He gave you a quick grin, shining his pearly whites right at you.

Before you could protest again his card was already being approved, you watched as he took the receipt from the cashier, giving you an ear to ear grin again, which you found yourself mimicking like a mirror.

“Thank you. I thought someone could put them into use instead of having them collect dust.” You said with a sigh and tucked your card away. “So, it was really nothing.”

“You hardly ever see kindness like yours these days.” He walked toward the short line of costumers waiting around for their drinks, you followed after him. “I try to help as much as can, especially after-“

“Captain?” His eyebrows quirked up, he reached over and took both steaming hot chocolates and the paper bag with your warm bread.

“One of the perks of being a well-known superhero, I see.” He laughed as you took the drinks from him. “I guess it is.” Steve cringed a bit at your words as he pushed the door open for you, you gave him a soft thank you and turned the corner to give the waiting man the warm cup and desert. You stood from your crouched position and faced the brawny towering man leaning against the wall.

“I was wondering if those two were for you, but I wasn’t going to judge.” You scoffed sarcastically and faked an offended look.

His laugh erupted and you looked up at him, his eyes were a dark blue but you always remembered them brighter. You were overcome with this wave of realization that Captain America, THE Steve Rogers, the one covering the walls of the subway station, cardboard cutouts everywhere since his awakening, just bought you hot chocolate.

Holy shit, Y/N, how have you been keeping it together this whole time?

“Are you heading somewhere?” Your eyes darted back and forth, analyzing every curvature of his face, tracing the fine lines and prominent jaw structure with your gaze.

“Uh, y-yeah.” You muttered under your breath and dragged your eyes away. “I’m heading to work now actually. If I don’t start walking I might be late.” You glanced at the watch on your wrist.

“Mind if join you on the walk?” You looked around at the people passing by, watching the tall, bulky man hover over you. “Sure, but don’t you have hero things to do?” You started forward; slow steps as he kept by your side.

You massaged your temple and internally screamed at what you just said. “Every hero needs a break, right?” You wanted to punch yourself as he seemed a bit taken aback at your comment, you hadn’t realized how insolent you sounded until the words left your lips.

“Right.”

There was an awkward silence, the sound of your clicking shoes on the concrete, the stuck traffic, light honks, and angry drivers.

Why would he choose to walk with you of all the way more interesting people in the city?

You felt a weird pang in your stomach. Normally, if this was any other man, in this exact situation red flags would pop up and you’d be more than half a mile away. But this was a man who saved the whole world more than just once.

It was Captain America, America’s most adored hero. You were sure he just wanted to catch up with a common civilian.

“If you don’t mind me asking, how did you happen to have the men’s shoes? You mentioned you had them stored.”

You sipped your warm chocolate. “They were my brothers.” A chuckle left your throat as you watched him nod and his lips form an “O”.

“They looked new, did he not like them?” He looked concentrated, tasked to keep the conversation going almost.

“Not exactly,” You took another long sip of the warm beverage, sighing as you felt it scorch down your throat. “He passed away. So I was left with all of his belongings.”

“I’m sorry.” His shoulders slacked, posture changing almost as if he's affected by your own brothers passing.

“It’s ok.” You smiled and gripped the cup. “I’ve had time to heal.” There was another long pause as he struggled to pick the conversation back up.

“Would you mind if I asked how?” He looked almost like a puppy, his eyes seemed lighter, his complexion held the same golden tint he always had, almost surreal as you peered up at him.

“My family was going on a trip to California when the sky opened and one of those things came crashing against their airplane.” You tossed the empty cup in the trash and pushed your hair back, outlining the shape of the Chitari ship. “I was on the plane before them, already in sunny California when I got the call.”

He nodded slowly, taking in your words, you could tell he felt bad, he was there to witness the lives those things took, he fought them off as best as he could.

“If it weren’t for you guys though, many more would’ve gotten hurt. I’m genuinely thankful you guys were there to stop them.” You added, you didn't want to make him feel like he owed you an apology, it wasn’t his fault after all but you could sense his despair.

“Sometimes, I wonder if I really am doing good. I look at the lives that are lost from the wreckage and the havoc, and it-“

“Hey. If it weren’t for you guys, more lives would be lost, imagine how many more lives those creatures would’ve taken. You’re doing a great job, you were meant for this.” You gave him a small smile before stopping in front of two tall glass doors.

“This is where I work.” You look up at the sign above your head.

“Lawyer?”

“Intern.” You kick your leg a bit and looked at him. “Thank you for the hot chocolate.” You laughed at how childish you sounded, you felt like you were in high school, looking up at the tall clueless jock in-front of you.

“Of course. It was a pleasure to meet you...”

“Y/N.”

He grinned and stuck his hand out for you to take. “Y/N, it was a pleasure meeting you.” You shook his hand and bid your goodbye to the tall hunky man.

You walked in, in a near daze. You felt tipsy off of the encounter almost, you hadn’t fully processed what just all happened.

“Was that? Did I just see- Captain America shake your hand.” You coworker questioned, in just as much shock or even more. “Ok, you saw him too so I’m definitely not dreaming.”

The walk back home was the complete opposite of the morning walk, it was utterly terrifying and you dreaded walking home every night.

You hated your part of the city, the street lights were too dim and old, barely working and lighting the dark eerie night.

You walked away from the club and bar filled night; 20 minutes away to be exact.

The streets weren’t so filled with girls in short dress and men with half-buttoned shirts searching for clubs once you reached your neighborhood.

You always stayed late to help organize the files, though it earned you brownie points it always earned you “lonely girl walking alone at night” points too, which were no good.

You hadn’t realized how silent the night was until you heard soft shifting behind you, you tensed, every muscle in your body turning into knots, you walked faster, your knees trembling with every step; the noise kept behind you, soft scraping against the floor.

You turned around quickly only to be greeted by the dead leaves on the concrete, following the flow of the wind behind you. You chuckled at yourself, feeling silly almost, the thought of getting startled by leaves and confusing them with footsteps made you laugh. You stepped forward, dragging yourself up the steps to your apartment.

The apartment was fairly small but bigger than most, it was well maintained and manageable considering your only source of income was your paid internship, tutoring and in spare times babysitting jobs.

You kicked your heels off and hung your coat, closing the door behind you, a slow shiver crawled through your skin at the sudden brisk of cold air hitting you as you entered your room. Looking around you noticed the room window open, you must’ve left it open before you left for work.

You quickly shut it and locked it with a click, refusing to take any risk, living in this part of the city was dangerous, it wasn’t bad to be too cautious anyway.

You woke up the next morning shivering, processing the morning chirps and breeze, natures alarm was flowing in through your open window.

I thought I...

You must've been so tired you dreamt it. You pulled the sheets back and sluggishly walked toward your bathroom.

It was the least of your worries, so with a hurry, you got ready for work.

Steve saw you, he timed you, it wouldn't be bad to get a general idea of your timing he thought, it's only for right now.

He got his cup of energy as he waited, peeking out the large glass window in search of you, hoping you'd take the route by the coffeeshop. He stepped outside once he saw you a little less than a few feet away, you had stopped to wrap a scarf around a lady’s neck, you turned with a wave as she sent you off with a thank you.

“Oh-“ You crashed against his chest and stumbled back but he caught you, his hand firmly pressed up against the small of your back.

“Sorry, didn’t see you there.” He looked down at you and smiled, your eyes locked with his for a brief moment before you looked around at the awkward position. “It’s you.” He watched you shift away from his grip.

“What a coincidence.” You let out a throaty laugh and his chest tightened, your laugh was soothing, lighting up every cell in Steves body like a lightning bolt, it didn’t make his ears ache or his face cringe.

“Ooh.” He followed you with his eyes, watching you peak over through the glass door. “Looks kind of full.”

“Want me to go in? I’ve got hero priority..” A chuckle vibrated from Steve's throat and met your laughter.

“Ah, no-no. It’s ok.”

“Are you sure? I don’t mind at all.”

“It’s ok. I should be getting to work anyway.”

“Mind if I join you on the walk, I have to get back to the Stark Tower.” Steve brought the hot beverage to his lips and gave you a look almost as if he wasn't asking.

“Uh, sure. Since we’re heading the same way.” He could sense your hesitation at first, but still, you gave him a bright smile.

You hadn’t seen Steve since you ran into him at the library where you offered to read for kids every Tuesday and Thursday, you were prepping and searching for the right book since you had promised the kids a mystery last week. You were in the back dusting off old short novels when he tapped your shoulder.

“Do you know where To Kill a Mockingbird is?” His eyes on a list.

“I don't work here- oh! Steve?”

- Or was it when you bumped into him at the bar, where you usually hung out every night.

Either way, it had been a little over two weeks.

You walked back almost every night after hitting the bar with the rest of interns, following the nightly ritual you all grew a habit of.

This night, you found yourself dreading the walk home, even more, something didn’t sit right in your stomach. You felt weird. Intuition almost.

“Hey, Em? How do you know if you have a ghost in your apartment? Or maybe a poltergeist.” You sighed and popped a chip in your mouth, you sat on the desk facing the glass doors while looking at your tall blonde coworker.

She laughed and shook her head at you. “What do you mean? Do you hear noises or wake up with all your kitchen cabinet doors open.”

You furrowed your brows and gave her a serious look. “No.” You plopped off the desk and started to fit papers into their corresponding folders. “Never mind.”

She smacked her lips and folded her arms. “I was just kidding!” She watched you shoving papers, deliberately ignoring her.

“Please tell me! Pretty please!” Emily was tugging on the sleeve of your blazer and you huffed, only to give in.

“Fine,” You crossed your arms across your chest and looked at her. “This is serious.”

Emily nodded, pulling herself up on the desk you were once sitting on.

“I’ve found my window open 3 times already, and sometimes it’s unlocked even if lock it.” You paused and looked at her, she seemed quite attentive. “Before work, I always remember to lock it. Sometimes it even feels like things are missing or are misplaced.” You shrug and bit the inside of your cheek. “It just feels so weird in there, like it’s not my home anymore.” She held a serious look, her forehead creasing.

“You think this is a ghost?”

“Well, what else could it be, Emily?”

“I don’t know, maybe one of those creepy old homeless men you always help snuck into your room and is watching you sleep.” She brings her hands up and caresses your hair in a mimicking manner.

You swat her hand away and turn around. “I seriously hate you.” \

You both jumped as you heard one of the doors shut, the main attorney walking up to you both looking rather displeased.

“Ladies, I think that’s it for this evening. You can head home.” He looked at his watch and took his bag from the side of the door.

Just as you stepped out, you watched to the attorney disappear from view and turned to the half-lit streets and the dimming sky. “Emily, I don’t think I’m gonna go to the bar tonight.”

“Oh come on! Y/N! You have to come!”

“I really don’t wanna take the last subway tonight and walk home alone.”

“I’ll give you a ride! Please! It’s weird without you, we’re the only girls!” You wrapped your arms around yourself as you faced the lowering sun.

“Fine. As long as you give me a ride home.” You groaned at your cheery friend.

The night ended with you bidding semi-drunken goodbyes to your coworkers, Emily drove you home as she promised, she had only allowed herself a few drinks before the drive.

You felt weird looking at the foggy lit streets, small parts of the pavement were pitched black and you could barely believe you walked that every night by yourself.

When she turned the corner you saw a street light blinking, the light nearly giving out.

“Jesus, I get why you get the heebie-jeebies when you walk home.” She pulled over on the side of your steps. You gave her look, almost begging her with your eyes to stay, you really didn’t wanna stay alone tonight.

“Oh don’t give me that look, Y/N! I can’t stay tonight!” She read your mind.

You pressed the seat belt off and leaned back into your seat. “I’m sure it’s nothing!”

“I hate my life.” You groaned and opened the door, looking at the flickering light.

“I’ll stay over this weekend, how about that?”

“Fine.”

You were met by the same cold breeze, your skin nearly fell off as goosebumps spread over every part of your body. You stepped into your room and looked around, the window was locked and everything seemed to be in place. You make your way into the bathroom, undressing and turning the warm water on, you slipped in, your feet touching the cold tile, you began scrubbing and washing as quickly as you could.

You couldn’t shrug off the fear and the feeling you were being watched. You placed both feet on the mat and dried yourself off, you thought about sleeping in just underwear tonight but you decided against it, considering sleeping half-naked wouldn't be such a good idea at a time like this. You pulled a long shirt over your head and pajama bottoms through each leg, plopping down and waiting for your deep sleep to kick in.

But you tossed and turned, twisted and pulled the sheets.

Nothing. You were too freaked to even sleep. You hid your head under your pillow, pulling it down to your ears to muffle the noise of the whisking wind.

With a loud groan, you pulled your head out and looked at the time. “3am?!” You squeaked and got up. You were lucky you worked in the afternoon today, or else you’d be doomed.

You dragged your feet through the living room and turned the tv on, you lied down on the couch and flipped through the channels until you found reruns of Friends.

It was times like these you really wish your mom or sister were alive, they'd stay up with you even over silly things like this.

Your eyes slowly fluttered as your body sensed the soft white noise of the tv on in the background.

You unexpectedly woke up, feeling a bit cramped from the uncomfortable position you were in, looking around, you saw yourself wrapped in the throw over.

You must’ve pulled it on at night when it was cold. You tossed it aside and looked at the time, it read “12pm” in big red bold number.

You contemplated getting ready for work now or later, standing with a slouch as now won rather later.

You hadn’t seen Steve this time either, maybe he just didn’t like the coffee shop. You didn’t bother getting coffee this time, you didn't have any time, you were running a bit late because of the subway.

You walked in and hung your bag before sitting at your desk, you saw Emily walk past you following after the big attorneys. She was helping in a big case.

“Ah, Y/N, before you leave this evening. Be sure to see me in my office I need help with a case and I need your brains on it.”

“I can go right now, boss?”

“No no, I need you to finish those papers I gave you a week ago by today.” With a nod, you went on with your day.

Before clocking out, you knocked on the mahogany door. “Mr. Davis?”

“Come in.”

“I’ll meet you at the bar,” Emily whispered as she packed up to leave for the night. You gave her a nod before walking into the room, you eyed your boss, he seemed fidgety.

“Here are those papers you wanted to be done.” You slipped them on his desk but he followed them with his eyes, and kept them fixed there, he intertwined his fingers and placed them on top of the desk.

“Ms. Y/L/N. After a lot of thought, I decided to let you go. It’s what’s best for the team.”

“What? Why? Is this a joke?” You nearly got the wind knocked out of you, the sudden hit was nearly enough to make you dizzy.

“No, I’m afraid not. Your work has been amazing, and I do appreciate the help but the firm has enough interns as it is.”

“But-“

“I’ll gladly write a reference letter if you’d like.” He pulled a pen out from his pen holder. “You’re also welcome to collect your things now or first thing in the morning.” He dropped a small box on his desk big enough for your personal things. You bit your tongue to keep from crying and grabbed the box, heading straight to your desk and gathering your things, tears splattering on the surface of your keyboard as you piled in as much as you could.

Just as you finished you closed the box, he led you toward the door, you both stepped out, giving him the keys you had for the firm. “I’m sorry, Y/N. I wish I could do something but the whole firm decided it would be best.” He started to walk away but stopped. “I’ll email you my reference in the morning.”

You crouched down and began to sob, this job was your only main source of income, it was the root of everything, this job was supposed to help you pay for law school. You had even hoped if you stayed long enough you would become a permanent worker.

You hugged your box and began to walk toward the subway station, you couldn’t bother going to the bar or calling Emily, she probably knew you were gonna get hired, the rest of the interns there probably knew too, you didn’t wanna go to get laughed at.

You stepped in and sat by the edge of the door, keeping in your sobs as everyone else looked down at their phones.

Your phone began to vibrate in the box, you wouldn't have answered if the loud buzzing against the cardboard didn't earn you looks.

“Where are you? We’re all waiting for you here!“

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“What are you talking about?”

“I got fired.” You said through half held weeps.

You could hear the change of ambiance from loud laughter and clinks to the low sound of cars passing by. “What? What do you mean? We all agreed Jerry would get voted out.”

“You couldn’t at least warn me? Tell me there was some kind of vote for someone to get fired?”

“Well, I didn’t think you’d get fired so it didn’t seem so urgent for me to tell.”

You sniffed and cried, covering your face from the people around, even if they weren’t batting an eye at you. There was a brief silence as she let you weep.

“Do you want me to take you home?”

“No, I’m fine. I’m already on the subway.” You choked and tugged the box against you. “Thank you though, I just need time to myself.” And with that, you hung up and wept into your hands. When the subway came to an abrupt stop you bobbed back and got up, stepping out you nearly stumbled, nobody else stepping off but you.

If you weren't so upset and concerned about your financial stability, you would've been terrified.

You dragged your feet and cried your way home, your cries slowed as you got closer home, you would've kept at if you even had any more tears to cry.

You watched the street light rapidly flicker from across the street, it was the main lamp illuminating the rest of the pavement, you eyed your apartment stairs, mentally taking note of the distance, your steps quickened; almost running before the light completely gave out but right as you took a few more steps forward, it was suddenly pitched black.

The rest of the street lights were out and you fumbled around for your phone, with your shaking hands you dug your nails into the cardboard and flashed around the light, bolting straight toward your door and up the steps. You threw the box down after pulling out your keys, shakily searching for the right key to open the door, blinking for your eyes to adjust in the darkness,

“Come on, Please..” You whined with a shaky breath and stomped in an eager manner, looking past your shoulder to see if anyone was behind you.

You managed to open the door after second of feeling around for the doorknob.

Relief came over you as you swung the door open and kicked the box inside, closing the door behind you, you turned to hang your coat when suddenly you were pulled back out; a cloth covering your mouth.

You shot up from the bed panting, and frantic, you looked around waiting for your vision to clear.

“It was a bad dream.” You exhaled and looked toward the window, it seemed pretty dark out still. You looked down at your self, your body was covered by the usual bedtime attire you always wore. You must’ve been so upset when you got home you couldn't remember getting into bed.

With a deep sigh, you got up and made your way toward the bathroom, the box by your door suddenly catching your eye, you picked it up and saw the marks of your nails scratched into it, the box clearly scoffed up by your kicks.

You threw it on your bed as a reminder to look through it after you finish in the bathroom, you pushed the door open and hooked your thumbs under the waistband of your bottoms but you stopped dead in tracks and blinked a few times at the pale wall.

“What the fuck?” You ran your fingertips over what looked like a freshly painted wall. You pulled the door back to see the dents of the doorknob engraved into the wall, but it was good as new.

You ran toward your bed and looked at the wall behind the headboard, searching for the big crater you made when you first moved in.

Nothing, it was blank. The light crimson tone of your wall was fresh and shiny, a glossy finish to it.

You walked back and reached for the door behind you, jiggling the knob to open but it was locked, you banged your palm against it but it sounded like something was holding it closed. You paced toward the window but it was covered by a clean sheen of metal. You banged on it as much as you could but the sound only echoed inside. You ran back to the door and began to bang on it once again but this time kicking and ramming your fist against it.

“HELP ME PLEASE!” Your voice was croaky, that was when you realized how dry your throat was. It hit you that last night may have not been a dream, and a sudden wave of anxiety rushed over you.

You grabbed the metal side lamp on your nightstand and banged it against the door. “PLEASE LET ME OUT.” You saw a metal sliding toward the bottom, you dropped to your knees and slid the metal back, you duck your head down to look through and were met by another metal wall, except it seemed like doors.

You fell back against the carpet and began to bawl, you felt scared, trapped and helpless. You hugged your body and cradled yourself, trying to create some kind of comfort for yourself but suddenly there was a low beep behind the wooden door and the sound of metal doors sliding open vibrated against the walls. You heard a key wriggle in the lock and shot up, you wiped your eyes and backed up until your back met the wall, pressing yourself up against it, figuring it was no use hiding.

The door swung open and Steve stepped in slowly with his hands up. “I’m not gonna hurt you.” You stared, shocked, in complete utter and disbelief.

How could you have been so naive? Those run-ins weren't coincidences at all, this man was following you and you were too wrapped up and blinded by your naiveness.

You pulled your knees to your chest and cried into your arms. “Please don’t cry, I don’t wanna see you upset. I promise I’m not gonna hurt you.” He crouched down and leaned in to touch your arm but you jerked it away.

You cried at how you ignored the clear signs, the weird intuition, opened windows and the late-night walks you were never scared of until you met him.

He patted the top of your head softly, giving your hair soft strokes. “Take your time, doll.” Your headshot up, your tears burning streaks on your cheeks.

“How could you?”

He brought his hands up to your face, cupping your face as you flinched and tried to turn away. He wiped the tears from your cheeks with his thumbs, pulling your face forward he placed a soft peck atop your head.

Both hands fell to your side and slowly, you crept one hand toward the metal rode part of the lamp, you looked up at him, watching his eyes study your face. You brought your hand up quickly to swing it toward his head but he gripped your wrist and pinned it against the wall. “You want to hurt me?” A low weep left your lips.

You tried to pull his tightening hand off your wrist. “I’ve been nothing but nice.” His grip leaving your hand like jelly, you tugged at his hand harder.

A soft whine left your lips as your whole hand began to lose feeling. “You’re-“

“I built this whole room, so you could be comfortable. I spent hours perfecting it!” He yelled and threw your hand down, you hugged your arm against your chest and croaked out a few cries. You could sense his eye were still on you, letting you weep on the floor as he got up.

His clinking boots bringing your eyes up. “I’ll come back when you’re not acting out.”

You stood up, your arm still against your chest. “No no no! Please don’t leave me here-“ You ran toward the door but he was already locking it.

You slid the metal opening. “Please.” You begged through the small hole.

Steve held his palm flat against what looked like a scanner as it took his prints and shut the doors.

You punched the door but it was no use, he was gone. You crawled on the bed and screamed into the sheets, bunching them up in your hand.

You had to get out, there had to be a way. You sniffled and looked toward the door. Wiping away the blinding tears.

When he walked in the doors were left open, assuming they don’t automatically close, if you distracted him long enough you could run through and surely you’d find a way out, you were probably in a basement.

You laid back in bed and curled up. You were gonna pass some time and wait for him to come. He had to.

A few hours went by and you sat up, looking around.

Now all you had to do was play the part.

“I’m sorry. Please come back.” You looked up at the corners of the room. “I-I-I know you can hear me..” You approached a corner and looked around. “I was just really scared, please. I’ll be better.” You sat down at the corner and waited a few minutes. You got up once you heard shifting outside.

You slowly walked toward the bed but you were met by silence once again, you let out a loud huff and sat back against the headboard of the bed.

“I’m gonna get hungry... and you’re gonna have to see me.” You yelled and bit your tongue to keep from crying, your shaky voice nearly ready to give you in.

“Please Steve, I’ll be good this time. I’m not scared anymore.” You waited again. You were ready to give up when you heard the soft beep of the doors being open once again and stood up, you stood a good instance from the door but not far enough to make it long shot.

He opened the door and came through, his stocky build covering half of the door. “I didn’t mean to scare you.” He approached you with a sympathetic look weighing on his face, he tugged you in a big embrace and you tried your best to hug him back.

“I’m so sorry, doll.” He sunk his head into the crook of your neck, his face shielded from seeing your eyes on the open door.

Your heart began to race and you could feel your palms begin to sweat.

“Do it now. Do it now.” Was all that was running your mind.

You knee’d him and bolted toward the door but right before you could reach past the door frame his broad arm wrapped around your waist and dragged you back.

“No, no no please.” You let out a loud wail again, your chest heaving.

You tried to grab on to the door, clawing at it as much as you could. “HELP ME! SOMEONE HELP ME!” You screamed and managed to grip the doorknob but Steve tugged you back harder.

You wouldn’t let go so he reached over and unclamped your hand around it. He threw you on the bed and pinned your shoulders down as you cried, your chest lifting with every sob. “Help me..” was all you could say between sobs.

He threw your arms up and locked them up in place, he reached behind his belt and pulled out cuffs, he wrapped the metal ring around your left wrist and cuffed it on the board of the bed.

“I walked you home every night.” He said through gritted teeth and stood up to shut both doors. You couldn't form words, your chest wouldn’t let you and your tongue was suddenly too heavy. Cries were the only thing left in you.

He stalked back, his face was like stone, you couldn’t bother fighting him off.

“I made sure you were safe.” He gripped your shirt and ripped it open, exposing your bare chest, you began to move and wiggle your hips, trying to kick him off.

He held your free arm down and straddled you to keep your hips still. Steve watched your tits bounce back as you fought. You hiccuped and wriggled, even more, when you felt his bulge resting below your belly button.

“I provided for you.” He tore your bottoms in half, your muscles were growing tired from the man forcing you down, keeping you locked in place.

“You know that boss of yours?” He looked down at you. “That perv kept you around to look at your ass all day.”

“LIAR.” You spit and he bunched your laced panties in his hand as a response. “You’re lying.” You whimpered.

“Wanna know how I know?” He tore a hole in the lace, slowly ripping the lace apart. “He told me, drunk, at that bar across from where you and your friends always hang out.”

He got up from the bed, one knee resting on the edge as he unbuckled his belt, his briefs outlining his cock.

“I only kept the young one because of the fine ass she’s got.” He recited and tugged the waistband of his briefs down, letting his cock spring free and bounce back to hit abdomen. before you moved he held you down, his hand gripping your side.

He climbed back in bed and positioned himself between your legs, forcing them open as you tried to clamp them shut.

“I told him if he didn’t fire you.” Your cries turned softer, lower even as you struggled to turn away from him, tugging at the sheets beside you. “I’d sue the fuck out of him.” He slid his cock between your folds and rocked his hips.

“You’re so wet.” He hissed.

You pushed your palm against his chest, and turned away ashamed at the sudden arousal, at the juices your pussy was emitting.

You wanted to scream at yourself but you couldn't fight your body. You hated how aroused you were, even in this situation your body craved touch.

“Look at me.” He rocked his hips faster and traced his hands up your body only to grip your jaw. “I said look at me.” He pushed your arm out of the way and shook your jaw.

You looked up at him, your legs twitching as the head of his cock brushed against your small bud, his cock becoming slick with your juices.

Your lips quivered with cries as you fought off his eyes. “I did this, so you could be happy. So you didn’t have to suffer.”

He leaned down, engulfing your smell as he buried his face in the crook of your neck. “As long as your mine, I promise to take care of you.” He reached down between you two, sliding in the tip of his cock into your stretching your walls.

You gasped and arched your back at the sudden pain, you threw your arm over him and dug your nails into his back, gripping for support as his arm wrapped around your waist and held your hips up.

“I’ll be gentle. It’ll pass soon.” He murmured against your neck, silent gasps forming as he inched deeper, filling you up to the brim, only to pull back and repeat the process, taking every inch all over again.

You felt a soft tug at the pit of your stomach as the pain subsided and a sudden ball of tension was resting on your belly. You could feel him stretching your walls every time he rolled his hips forward, your pussy clenching around him, savoring the girth of his cock, as he hit a sudden sweet spot.

The bundle of tension suddenly released a shock through your body. “So tight.”

A throaty groan escaped his lips, the sound sending shivers down your spine. He lifted his head up and picked up the speed once he heard your cries die down and turn into soft pants.

Tears streamed down; angry you couldn't control your body, but every time he bottomed out, you felt your body tighten and your vocal cords react before you could stop them.

He started rutting his hips faster, as watched you struggle against each moan. Steve kissed along your neck and massaged each sensitive bud between his fingers. He dragged his hand down, his thumb pushing past your folds, circling your clit and meeting your hips with heavier, sloppier thrusts.

You convulsed around him, your walls pulsing with your orgasm as you tightened your legs around his waist, your muscles tightening and body twitching.

He took a few more long plunges before pulling out and covering your stomach and thighs with his hot liquid. He hovered over you, your pussy pulsing as you began to cry again. You turned over on your side away from him, facing the wall.

Your arm up in the air tugged by the cuffs as you cried silently. You felt the bed bounce up as he got off and heard him shuffle to get his belt on.

“Why me?” You whimpered, your tears wetting a small blotch on the sheets.

It was silent for a minute before you heard him open the wooden door.

“You know when you see something so precious you need to break it?” The metal door clanked open, you heard him step through and lock the door.

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Louvre Museum

The Louvre, or the Louvre Museum, is the world's largest art museum and a historic monument in Paris, France, and is best known for being the home of the Mona Lisa. A central landmark of the city, it is located on the Right Bank of the Seine in the city's 1st arrondissement (district or ward). Approximately 38,000 objects from prehistory to the 21st century are exhibited over an area of 72,735 square meters (782,910 square feet). Due to rhe COVID-19 pandemic, the museum was closed for 150 days in 2020, and attendance plunged by 72 percent to 2.7 million. Nonetheless, the Louvre still topped the list of most-visited art museums in the world in 2020.

The museum is housed in the Louvre Palace, originally built in the late 12th to 13th century under Philip II. Remnants of the Medieval Louvre fortress are visible in the basement of the museum. Due to an urban expansion, the fortress eventually lost its defensive function, and in 1546 Francis I converted it into the primary residence of the French Kings. The building was extended many times to form the present Louvre Palace. In 1682, Louis XIV chose the Palace of Versailles for his household, leaving the Louvre primarily as pace to display the royal collection, including, from 1692, a collection of ancient Greek and Roman sculpture. In 1692, the building was occupied by the Académie des Inscriptions et Belles-Lettres and the Académie Royale de Peinture et de Sculpture, which in 1699 held the first of a series of salons. The Académie remained at the Louvre for 100 years. During the French Revolution, the National Assembly decreed that the Louvre should be used as a museum to display the nation's masterpieces.

The museum opened on 10 August 1793, with an exhibition of 537 paintings, the majority of the works being royal and confiscated church property. Because of structural problems with the building, the museum was closed in 1796 until 1801. The collection was increased under Napoleon and the museum was renamed Musée Napoléon, but after Napoleon's abdication, many works seized by his armies were returned to their original owners. The collection was further increased during the reigns of Louis XVIII and Charles X, and during the Second French Empire the museum gained 20,000 pieces. Holdings have grown steadily through donations and bequests since the Third Republic. The collection is divided among eight curatorial departments: Egyptian Antiquities; Near Eastern Antiquities; Greek, Etruscan, and Roman Antiquities; Islamic Art; Sculpture; Decorative Arts; Paintings; Prints and Drawings.

The Musée du Louvre contains more than 380,000 objects and displays 35,000 works of art in eight curatorial departments with more than 60,600 square metres (652,000 sq ft) dedicated to the permanent collection. The Louvre exhibits sculptures, objets d'art, paintings, drawings, and archaeological finds. It is the world's most visited museum, averaging 15,000 visitors per day, 65 percent of whom are foreign tourists.

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Intuitive Astrology: Neptune Retrograde June-November 2019

By Tanaaz

Just a few hours before the June 21st Solstice, Neptune, the planet of dreams, illusions, and higher consciousness will slip into retrograde.

Neptune will retrograde in its ruling sign of Pisces until November 27th, bringing new awakenings, spiritual downloads, and hidden truths to the surface. This is all in an effort to help us step out of our reality for just a moment so we can see things from a new point of view.

As Neptune is in its ruling sign of Pisces, we get the real and raw version of its energy. We get Neptune at its best and fullest potential, and if we pay attention, we are going to be able to use this energy to awaken to a new reality.

While Neptune will be retrograde for the next few months, it is highly active in June and is going to be making sure that we listen and pay attention to the knowledge and wisdom it wishes to share with us.

Neptune is watery and dreamy. It is the thin veil between this world and the next, between reality and illusion.

When Neptune energy is strong, it allows us to peel back the curtain, to look beyond the veil and the barriers so we can find a new truth, a new understanding, and a new way of thinking.

Neptune wants us to tap into a higher consciousness and delve into the heart of our Spirit. It wants to remind us that there is no separation, that the stories we tell ourselves are simply myths, and that things are not always what they seem.

Neptune beckons us to escape, to enter into a new reality so we can make sense of the current one. It wants us to shed the veil, shed the illusion, and journey into the other side of the fog.

While Neptune has this dreamy, ethereal quality, when in retrograde we are really going to be able to tune in and focus to see what Neptune is trying to show us.

We are going to be able to look past what we have always believed and uncover something deeper that will change our reality.

“We are all just a car crash, a diagnosis, an unexpected phone call, a newfound love, or a broken heart away from becoming a completely different person.

How beautifully fragile are we that so many things can take but a moment to alter who we are for forever?”

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Events both big and small are often a trigger for us to change who we are, thereby changing our reality.

Take a moment to think back to an event that changed you. An event that got you to see reality from a different point of view. Think about how this event made you wiser, more vulnerable, more open, more fearless, or perhaps even more fearful.

Think about the alchemy of this event, and acknowledge how just one split second, one phone call, one decision, one impulse changed the course of your entire life.

While events help to shift our reality, we don’t necessarily need an event to be our trigger. In fact, we can begin shifting our reality this very second.

Shifting our reality begins in the mind. It begins with our beliefs, it begins with the thoughts we tell ourselves.

This is not about deluding ourselves and pretending that everything is roses and rainbows, but it’s about choosing to align with the thought, word, or action feels the best to you.

There are many ways to see and interpret thing things around us, so why not choose to see them in a way that lifts our spirits?

As Wayne Dyer once said- “when you change the way you look at things, the things you look at change.”

Neptune allows us to shift our perception, and while in retrograde, it is going to be guiding us to see where we may need to change our way of thinking, or dissolve beliefs and dreams we once thought were our truth.

While in retrograde, Neptune allows us to peer through the fog and the mist one last time so we can take another look and what it’s trying to show us.

It’s a chance for us to see into the truth of what has unfolded in our lives over the last few months, and to work out what we wish to take into our reality and what we wish to leave behind.

Neptune Retrograde allows us to remove our rose-colored glasses or our glasses of judgment, if we are willing, and peer into another truth. Whether we have been looking at the glass half full or half empty, Neptune allows the glass to be dissolved so we can peer in to what is left behind.

Neptune Retrograde will be felt most strongly in June, and then it will slip into the background, joining Jupiter, Pluto, and Saturn which are all currently in retrograde too.

Having so many slow-moving planets in retrograde over the coming months means that we are all being given the opportunity to slow down, retreat within, and to think about the choices and decisions we are making.

It is our time to reflect before moving forward. It is our time to return to our spirit, to our truth, to the heart of what we know, and ensure we are moving from a place of authenticity.

Deep down we know who we are. We know the actions and beliefs that serve us and that don’t and Neptune will be our guide.

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Neptune Square Jupiter // June 16th, 2019 // Boxing With The Man Mirror

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Hey all! It’s getting chilly here on Quixol, and it’s about time for this year’s Solstice celebration! We’re doing another Secret Snowflake!

Secret Snowflake is a secret gift exchange - basically you’re assigned a giftee, your “Snowflake,” and make a secret gift for them. Somebody else is also secretly assigned to be your gifter! Everybody will then receive a gift at the event and people can guess who made what gift. The point is to make a gift personal to the receiver while trying to disguise your identity. Some gifts could be custom armor or tools, coords to a secret build, a book of your own poetry, custom brewed potions, or a huge load of TNT! Who knows!

We have an event planned for Friday, December 21st, 5 PM PST/8 PM EST. There will be a secret gift exchange, player promotions, and a drop party. We have a temporary location at Orsus for drop donations, as well as present-shaped player heads for purchase. Head to spawn to check it out!

For the Secret Snowflake enter the form here! You have until Monday, December 10th, to fill it out!

Because this event counts on your participation, and others are counting on you, we want to stress to please only enter if you can guarantee a gift for your snowflake! Also, you can still participate in Secret Snowflake even if you can’t attend the event. (Hey, some of us gotta sleep!) Because the gifts are given indirectly to keep it a secret, as long as your gift is prepared on time (aka at least 24 hours before the event), you’re good to go! Your Snowflake will get their present and staff will hold the gift for you safe! Once we have an idea of how many people are participating, we’ll let you know how and where to deliver the gifts.

If your circumstances change or anything comes up, we understand, so just let staff know ASAP. Also, make sure you’re able to be contacted by staff in some way so that we can let you know your Snowflake!

Of course, if you don’t feel like doing the gift exchange, you’re welcome to still join the party, it’s open to all as always!

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✗ THE RISING TIDES

❝ There’s a storm coming, and we’d all best be ready when it does.❞

July 13th

In an attempt to further their image and promote their side of the war, Aidan Avery makes a public donation on the behalf of Tom Riddle in double to St. Mungo’s to help rebuilding immediately.

July 18th - July 24th

Edgar Bones is the first to discover the disappearance of Cassandra Burke. When Albus Dumbledore and the leaders of the Order fail to acknowledge the possibility of her kidnapping, Edgar forms search parties led by himself, Gilderoy Lockhart, and Hestia Jones. They discover a lead, but it doesn’t lead them to Cassandra. Instead, they find Amelia Bones alive, a year after her disappearance.

After being taken to the restored hospital and refusing treatment, Amelia seeks out a meeting with Aversio’s leader and their second hands Selina Sapworthy and Florence Wilson, where it is discovered that she has changed. Months of torture and captivity have made her hungry for revenge by any means necessary, and the leader of Aversio begins making plans to use her drive to their advantage.

July 27th

Having been taken to the castle, and seeing the shaky alliance that has been built, Amelia Bones engages in an argument with Albus Dumbledore, Marlene McKinnon, and other members of the Order for their trust of Cassandra Burke and their strategies. She rallies for violence against Death Eaters and those employed by the Ministry for Magic. After calling on her brother for support, Edgar Bones is forced to decide who he wants to fight for.

July 31st - August 5th

The new opinions of Amelia Bones begin making rounds, and the leader of Aversio urges Florence Wilson and Selina Sapworthy to use her anger to their advantage. With the help of Pandora Lightwood, new protests are orchestrated that only grow more violent as they go forward. In the process, a boycott of the Aurors begins. Aversio and Order members alike grow distrustful of anyone working in the Ministry, and violent outbursts become more public spectacle in the passing day.

August 7th

Hestia Jones releases an article for the Daily Prophet chronicling the recovery of Amelia Bones, vocalizing the involvement of the Death Eaters in her disappearance and subsequent torture. The article successfully stirs up more speculation and distrust of the Ministry, and the journalist is consequently laid off.

August 9th

Gilderoy Lockhart meets with Rita Skeeter behind a locked door. He warns of a possible Aversio attack against the Daily Prophet, and the name of Andromeda Tonks as a key member of Aversio is brought to light. She is later brought in by Aurors for questioning, and detained for several days in the hopes of gaining information. Augustus Rookwood is assigned the task of standing watch over the Daily Prophet Headquarters, and later enlists the assistance of Cygnus Black and Antonin Dolohov.

The night is as dark as the intentions of the Aversio members who take to the streets of Diagon Alley. Some members continue to hide their identities behind a mask while others wear a newfound pride of their allegiance, but all are determined to make a statement against the Death Eater propaganda. The Daily Prophet Headquarters burns bright until sunrise, with Augustus Rookwood and Cygnus Black barely making it out alive.

August 11th

Hestia Jones is considered the prime suspect in the arson due to her grievances against the Daily Prophet, and is detained by Aurors for questioning. Later that day, as specialized teams return to the Prophet to search the rubble, the disturbing discovery is made of Antonin Dolohov whose dismembered body has been burnt and is only identifiable from his head, atop a spike in the center of the wreckage.

Without a proper source of information, rumors grow and fear spreads through the city like a contagion.

August 12th - August 15th

From the ashes of losing London’s only news source, Xenophilius Lovegood begins an Aversio propaganda known at The Quibbler with the private funds anonymously given by Marlene McKinnon. Edgar Bones is quick to offer his help in writing, with the intention of staying close to Aversio, hoping to keep a close eye on his sister.

Hestia Jones is released from Auror custody. As she is leaving, she is cornered by Cassius Mulciber, who has heard rumors of a possible Aversio propaganda and threatens Hestia should she choose to take part in it.

In the wake of the violence subjected by Aversio, a rift begins to form in their alliance with the Order, and the flaws of the two groups’ fragile peace agreement are brought to light. The shared castle is struck with great speculation and rising tensions that threaten to reach a boiling point at any passing moment.

August 16th

A funeral is held for Antonin Dolohov.

Andromeda Tonks is released and allowed to return home, only to be stopped by Rodolphus Lestrange on her way out of the ministry. Harsh words as exchanged between the in-laws as the pair is no stranger to calling each other what they are. Words nearly come to blows before passerby stop the Minister for a quick discussion, giving Andromeda the opportunity to get away.

August 18th - 20th

Against the wishes of Amelia Bones, the search for Cassandra Burke continues, with the public soon getting involved in the mysterious disappearance. In an attempt to deter these attempts to find her, Rodolphus Lestrange releases the stored memories of her past crimes to the public, successfully labeling her as a criminal best left lost.

August 21st - August 23rd

Hours before a highly publicized Falmouth Falcons match, Emma Vanity’s home is found in a state of disarray, with her nowhere to be found. There is no trace of her, with nothing but a scarlet A for Aversio etched across the floor. She is declared missing within hours. Andromeda Tonks is a prime suspect after her scuttle with the Minister of Magic, and flees her home to avoid being detained by the Aurors again.

In the abandoned moors surrounding the Order's safe castle, Bellatrix Lestrange lurks with her father Cygnus Black. Thirsty for vengeance and having decided to take actions into their own hands, they stay in wait until Edgar Bones makes himself known. The pair jumps at the opportunity, and just as quick as one of their own was taken, Edgar is declared missing.

August 24th - 31st

After weeks of torture and memory raiding, Cassandra Burke is released, seemingly unharmed, by her capture Walden Macnair under the Imperius Charm in a Death Eater attempt to gain information about the Order. She becomes the personal assistant of Rodolphus Lestrange, convincing Albus Dumbledore that the position will be used to spy on the Death Eaters. Still, many Order and Aversio members remain suspicious of her intentions and mental stability, as they should.

Birthdays

July 13th: Andromeda Tonks

July 21st: Marlene McKinnon, Marcus McKinnon

August 21st: Pandora Lockwood

August 22nd: Greta Catchlove

The role of Amelia Bones is now open and available for applications. The role of Antonin Dolohov is now permanently closed.

*Please message the main if you have any questions about this plot drop and we’ll attempt to clear everything up for you. Your character can be a lot more involved than they are in this – as it is only a rough outline and we tried to leave a lot of things open to interpretation, or for characters to step in. Please don’t write past August 31st in game time.

#crtevent #hp rpg #lsrpg #Marauders RP

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oh boy, did you get natalie dormer for an eight a.m.? wait no, that’s poppy bryant. i heard the thirty-five year old is a professor who gives a pretty tough lecture in law. she tries to be effervescent and incisive but on the stressful days, they are erratic and disputatious. when they get a chance to relax, catch them at the local bar listening to drops of jupiter by train.

poppy turning up to her 8am: hey kids, you ever had a wine hangover?

is holly holliday

or more hedonistic pepper potts

in every conceivable situation, she is the dark kermit

student: this class makes me wanna die

poppy: bitch me too tf

wins every argument with it’s the law, i know this, as a lawyer

the first daughter, born poppy marie bryant, was raised in all the security and wealth expected of a greenwich trust fund baby. attended gala’s, gallery openings, charity dinners and just about every other get together the upper class of connecticut’s most cultured could come up with. an environment she’s always been at ease in, poppy flourished and from a young age was very aware of just how far a few well placed connections could get you. names she stashed away for a later date, a time where she might cast some thought toward her future, consider anything beyond giggling behind champagne flutes with her sister or ill advised trysts in gallery coat rooms.

after years of having everything provided, all her problems solved for her, the first big decision of her life had the eldest bryant packing up all those gucci shoes and heading not far at all to new york to study architecture at columbia. not meant to be, the ever unpredictable student chopped and changed her major four times before truly finding a fit. after spending the entirety of her life soaking up the arts, and convinced she’d follow the footsteps of her parents, poppy bryant graduated top of her class in politics. the surprises kept on coming. she went on to do her j.d., passed the bar, got her l.l.m. and finally got her first job as an attorney.

years of hard work it may have been, but it didn’t slow her down one bit. stress had always rolled right off her, brushed off with an apathetic shrug and a healthy dose of gin. in between the many late nights and thousands of essays, poppy easily rose to the social queen too. her carefree ways and it’ll be fine tomorrow attitude won her plenty of friends and ensured she moved in plenty of the new york circles. and this, fortunately ( or unfortunately depending on how you chose to see it ), was how she met her future husband.

though she’d had partners in abundance, poppy fell hard and fell fast. deeply in love, she found herself saying yes to proposals and a big white wedding to boot. it was only after the honeymoon dust had settled, that the pair broached the subject of children. his enthusiasm for a baby was met with a firm no from her, and thus the first crack was formed. she was desparate to hold onto a blooming career, one that was only on it’s way up. she had plans, for her own firm, for fortunes of her own, for christmas’ in bahamas. not taking nine months off to return to her replacement taking her promotion, not nappies and bickering with in laws. arguments became daily, but their love was just as strong. foolishly, poppy had thought that would be enough to make it.

the pregnancy had come as a shock. always so careful, a surprise baby had been the last thing on her mind for the sudden sickness. and yet, her first thought hadn’t been to get rid of it. she’d been overjoyed. excited even. everything was different, they began to plan, they were going to make this work. but before the paint had time to dry on the nursery, it soon became apparent that it wasn’t meant to be. just shy off her second trimester, they were faced with the tragic truth that there would be no baby. so the clothes were thrown into storage and the nursery was rapidly converted back into the office. desks thrown up against walls where mocking giraffe stickers once were.

at thirty, poppy had been confronted with the tragic news that there would never be a baby. she’d laughed at it, laughed until she’d sobbed because, really, a hostile uterus they’d said. an environment that was supposed to be perfect, was instead something that had killed their child. and would take the life of any others they managed to conceive after it. news that broke her heart, was not shared with her husband. how could she tell the man that longed for children so much, that she couldn’t give them to him? that it was all her fault, that she’d failed in the one thing she was supposed to be able to do. she couldn’t, the thought was too painful, and she couldn’t keep that dream from him either. no, not even she was that selfish.

so when the time came that he suggest they try again ( they’d been so excited before, afterall ), rather than share what she knew, she told him she’d meant what she’d said before. she didn’t want kids, didn’t want to be some brainless soccer mom that handed over her career to raise some thankless life. argument after argument, and she lit the flame to them all. kept pushing until there was no where left to go, until she’d backed them into a corner with no other option left to them. the papers were signed, she moved out and that was that. years spent together, over after vicious negotiations.

returning to work after that should have been easy, she was good at shutting that part off and getting on with it. but after struggling on with it for three months, she was urged onto sabbatical. empty, and with nothing left to give, she disappeared for a year. went completely off the map as she slept her way through most of europe before returning to the states at thirty-three. in three years, she’d lost it all. husband, home, future. after it all, going back to work felt soulless to her. with no urge to get back to the rush of the city, it was poppy who followed her sister for once. followed her all the way to her new life in georgia where she accepted the offer for law professor. someone of her formidable experience had won the role easily enough.

it’s her second year teaching at riverbank and she’s now settling in. her classes have learned not to snigger at the name poppy on their timetable, and expect a gruelling lecture when she’s in the mood. she’s a pusher if she sees something in a student, and isn’t likely to let something drop until she’s satisfied with the results. with her firm pleading for her back, she’s no longer sure what her purpose is anymore. has she just been running for five years, or has she found a new place to belong? was this always to be her next step? to fill the emptiness her old life had left her with.

honestly, poppy is super fun

she’s literally a riot at parties

knows all the best anecdotes, always has incredible stories to tell, usually of her travels

thinks pink gin is the greatest invention of the 21st century

is pretty hedonistic but charitable af

donates to a lot of causes, has probably twelve benches and a fountain named after her by now

uses humour to cover up the fact that she’s highkey drifting

after such a rigorous lifestyle in new york, she’s found herself at thirty-five with really no idea what she’s supposed to be doing in life

mid life crisis 100%

chaotic good

could be slytherin, could be gryffindor, but is definitely reckless af

doesn’t matter how chaotic life is, she always looks a million dollars

even for the inevitable walk of shame every monday morning for her 8am

comes in hungover for most early classes

usually sticks on a powerpoint and kicks back with a litre of coffee

is really fucking charming, would flirt with a mop tbh

when she’s Not Suffering she actually plans some pretty tough lessons and expects you to keep up or fall behind

out of office hours are strict

try and catch her outside of them? she’s gonna straight up mariah carey you

i don’t know her

if you’re not turning up then she’s not about to chase you, just fail, not her problem, she’ll get paid either way

owns way too many black dresses

has not worn a flat shoe in twenty five years

will be your pal if you’re not boring

divorced, hot and ready to mingle

#riverbank.intro #tw miscarriage #tw infertility #i didn't proof read this and i need you all to know this #anyw yeets this before replies #its a disaster #yw

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1st November 2021 Louvre Museum - Paris

Louvre Museum (French: Musée du Louvre), is the world's most-visited museum and a historic monument in Paris, France. It is the home of many of the most known work of arts, including the Mona Lisa. Approximately 38,000 objects from prehistory to the 21st century are exhibited over an area of 72,735 square meters (782,910 square feet).

The museum is housed in the Louvre Palace, originally built in the late 12th to 13th century under Philip II. Remnants of the Medieval Louvre fortress are visible in the basement of the museum. Due to urban expansion, the fortress eventually lost its defensive function, and in 1546 Francis I converted it into the primary residence of the French Kings. The building was extended many times to form the present Louvre Palace. In 1682, Louis XIV chose the Palace of Versailles for his household, leaving the Louvre primarily as a place to display the royal collection, including, from 1692, a collection of ancient Greek and Roman sculpture. In 1692, the building was occupied by the Académie des Inscriptions et Belles-Lettres and the Académie Royale de Peinture et de Sculpture, which in 1699 held the first of a series of salons. The Académie remained at the Louvre for 100 years. During the French Revolution, the National Assembly decreed that the Louvre should be used as a museum to display the nation's masterpieces.

The museum opened on 10 August 1793 with an exhibition of 537 paintings, the majority of the works being royal and confiscated church property. Because of structural problems with the building, the museum was closed in 1796 until 1801. The collection was increased under Napoleon and the museum was renamed Musée Napoléon, but after Napoleon's abdication, many works seized by his armies were returned to their original owners. The collection was further increased during the reigns of Louis XVIII and Charles X, and during the Second French Empire the museum gained 20,000 pieces. Holdings have grown steadily through donations and bequests since the Third Republic. The collection is divided among eight curatorial departments: Egyptian Antiquities; Near Eastern Antiquities; Greek, Etruscan, and Roman Antiquities; Islamic Art; Sculpture; Decorative Arts; Paintings; Prints and Drawings. The Nazi Commandeered the Louvre during WWII.

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fear not.

this is a common theme in the Scriptures. because there is no fear of this world in eternal Love. but we have to find grace to truly know this.

Today’s reading from the New Testament is the 21st chapter of the book of Luke:

And then He turned His attention from the religious scholars to some wealthy people who were depositing their donations in the offering boxes. A widow, obviously poor, came up and dropped two copper coins in one of the boxes.

Jesus: I’m telling you the truth, this poor widow has made a bigger contribution than all of those rich fellows. They’re just giving from their surplus, but she is giving from her poverty—she’s giving all she has to give.

Some people were impressed with the temple’s opulence—the precious stones and expensive decorations—but Jesus countered their observations.

Jesus: Go ahead, look around, and be impressed; but days are coming when one stone will not be left standing on another. Everything here will be demolished.

Crowd: When will this happen, Teacher? What signs will tell us this is about to occur?

Jesus: Be careful. It’s easy to be deceived. Many people will come claiming to have My authority. They’ll shout, “I’m the One!” or “The time is now!” Don’t take a step in their direction. You’ll hear about wars and conflicts, but don’t be frightened at all because these things must surely come, although they don’t signify the immediate coming of the end. You can count on this: nation will attack nation, and kingdom will make war on kingdom. There will be disturbances around the world—from great earthquakes to famines to epidemics. Terrifying things will happen, and there will be shocking signs from heaven. But before any of this happens, they will capture you and persecute you. They’ll send you to synagogues for trial and to prisons for punishment; you’ll stand before kings and government officials for the sake of My name. This will be your opportunity—your opportunity to tell your story. Make up your mind in advance not to plan your strategy for answering their questions, for when the time comes, I will give you the words to say—wise words—which none of your adversaries will be able to answer or argue against. Your own parents, brothers, relatives, and friends will turn on you and turn you in. Some of you will be killed, and all of you will be hated by everyone for the sake of My name.

But whatever happens, not a single hair of your heads will be harmed. By enduring all of these things, you will find not loss but gain—not death but authentic life.

Here’s how you will know that the destruction of Jerusalem and her temple is imminent: Jerusalem will be surrounded by armies. When that happens, there’s only one thing to do: if you’re in Judea, flee to the mountains; and if you’re inside the city, escape; and if you’re outside the city, stay there—don’t enter— because the time has come for the promised judgment to fall. How sad it will be for all the pregnant women, for all the nursing mothers in those days! All the land of Israel and all her people will feel the distress, the anger, falling on them like rain. The sword will cut some down, the outsider nations will take others captive, and this holy city, this Jerusalem, will be trampled upon by the outsiders until their times are fulfilled.

There will be earth-shattering events—the heavens themselves will seem to be shaken with signs in the sun, in the moon, and in the stars. And across the earth the outsider nations will feel powerless and terrified in the face of a roaring flood of fear and foreboding, crashing like tidal waves upon them. “What’s happening to the world?” people will wonder. The cosmic order will be destabilized. And then, at that point, they will see the Son of Man coming in a cloud with power and blazing glory. So when the troubles begin, don’t be afraid. Look up—raise your head high, because the truth is that your liberation is fast approaching.

(continuing with a parable) Look over there at that fig tree—and all the trees surrounding it. When the leaves break out of their buds, nobody has to tell you that summer is approaching; it’s obvious to you. It’s the same in the larger scheme of things. When you see all these things happening, you can be confident that the kingdom of God is approaching. I’m telling you the truth: this generation will not pass from the scene before everything I’m telling you has occurred. Heaven and earth will cease to exist before My words ever fail.

So be careful. Guard your hearts. They can be made heavy with moral laxity, with drunkenness, with the hassles of daily life. Then the day I’ve been telling you about might catch you unaware and trap you. Because it’s coming—nobody on earth will escape it. So you have to stay alert, praying that you’ll be able to escape the coming trials so you can stand tall in the presence of the Son of Man.

Through this whole period of time, He taught in the temple each day. People would arrive at the temple early in the morning to listen. Then, at day’s end, He would leave the city and sleep on Mount Olivet.

The Book of Luke, Chapter 21 (The Voice)

Today’s paired chapter of the Testaments is the 29th chapter of the book of Job where he reflects upon his life before tragedy struck:

Job continued.

Job: Ah, that I were as I once was, months ago

during the time when God oversaw me,

When His lamp shone above my head,

and by His light, I walked through the darkness.

Ah, to be in the ripest time of life once more—

when the intimacies of friendship with God enfolded my tent,

When the Highest One was with me

and my children encircled me,

When my steps were bathed in milk

and the rock poured out rivers of olive oil, showering my body,

When I went up to the gate of the city,

when I took my seat in the town square where the elders meet.

There the young saw me and made room for me, in deference to elders.

The old rose and stood out of respect.

The leaders stopped talking

with their hands over their mouths.

The voices of nobles fell to a hush;

their tongues stuck to the roofs of their mouths.

Every ear that heard me blessed me,

and every eye that saw me testified to my greatness.

After all, I rescued the poor when they cried out for help

and assisted the orphans when they had no one else.

The dying spoke their blessings over me,

and the widows sang their joyful songs honoring what I did.

I adorned myself in righteousness,

and it covered me;

my justice fit me like a cloak and turban—

conveying both my dignity and my authority.

I was the eyes for the blind,

the feet for the lame,

A father for the needy,

and I sought for the cause of whom I did not know.

I broke out the fangs of the wicked

and wrested prey from their jaws.

Then I said, “I will pass from this earth in the comfort of my nest.

My days will be more numerous than a beach’s grains of sand.

My roots will grow deep, spreading out to the water’s edge,

and in the night, the dew will come to rest on my branches.

Respect will be accorded me every day,

my skill with the bow always new in my hand.”

People used to listen to me,

the sense of expectation visible on their faces;

they waited in silence for my advice.

And when I finished, they did not hurry to speak again.

They waited while my words dropped like dew upon them.

Indeed, they waited for me as one waits for a good rain,

and they opened their mouths as if to catch spring showers on their tongues.

I smiled upon them when their confidence flagged,

and they took comfort in my beaming face.

I led them in their way.

I sat as their leader.

I lived like a king among his troops.

I was as a happy man spreading comfort among the mourners.

The Book of Job, Chapter 29 (The Voice)

my personal reading of the Scriptures for Thursday, may 6 of 2021 with a paired chapter from each Testament of the Bible along with Today’s Proverbs and Psalms

A post by John Parsons about enduring hope and testing, along with suffering with patience, and surrender:

We are being educated for eternity, and the life of faith is a long lesson in obedience -- learning to suffer God's will, to accept whatever happens, and to endure in hope. Practically speaking this means "laying aside" your desires and surrendering yourself -- all that is within you -- in trust of God's plan for your life, even (and especially) in the most harrowing of moments... Indeed, in light of suffering, what we really need is perseverance, or what the New Testament calls "hupomone" (ὑπομονή), a word that means "remaining [μένω] under [ὑπο]" the Divine Presence while being tested (the word "suffer" comes from the Latin word sufferre, from sub- (under) + ferre, to carry, and therefore denotes "bearing under" difficulty). Laying aside our desires is a form of suffering that calls for patience and wisdom as we learn to endure our own frailty and to trust God for what is best...

For the child of God there are no "disappointments" in life, since God directs our steps and uses every circumstance for our ultimate good: "The steps of a good man are ordered by the LORD, though he fall, he shall not be utterly cast down..." (Psalm 37:3-4). To plead with God for some deliverance, to beseech him for the life of a beloved child or spouse; to cry out from the depths for mercy in the face of loss, as when beside a fresh grave - and to there affirm the threefold affirmation of kaddish: "The Lord gave, and the Lord has taken away; blessed be the name of the Lord" (Job 1:21) - is to learn the lesson of obedience - surrendering to God's will, refusing to despair even in the midst of our sorrows....

Therefore we suffer to learn obedience, for what is obedience that is not tested and refined by suffering? "Hear O Israel, the Lord is our God, the Lord is one" is the mantra of the Jewish heart (Deut. 6:4). The Shema is an invitation to "show up" by refusing despair; it is an affirmation that God’s loving providence is in control of all that is essential for our lives.

The flesh needs no lesson to cling to its life and desire its pleasures, of course... God allows suffering in our lives as an opportunity to grow -- to affirm what is good in the midst of loss and to trust in God's direction and purposes. We do not learn obedience apart from the test of faith, and therefore obedience cannot be taught apart from the struggle to believe. We wrestle to surrender, with groans and sighs we utter: "not my will, but thy will be done."

Recall the Serenity Prayer: ”God grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change, the courage to change the things I can, and the wisdom to know the difference.” Serenity, or inner peace, comes when we surrender our will and our lives to God's care, and wisdom comes when we realize that such surrender of the heart makes all the difference. As Kierkegaard once said: “This is the key to finding rest in your suffering. There is only one way in which rest is to be found: to let God rule in everything. Whatever else you might come to learn only pertains to how God has willed to rule. But as soon as unrest begins, the cause for it is due to your unwillingness to obey, your unwillingness to surrender yourself to God.”

In the midst of his lament, from within the whirlwind of dark passions, indignation, confusion, and struggle, God spoke to Job, and there Job learned the lesson of surrender before the overmastering beauty and glory of the LORD. "I have heard of thee by the hearing of the ear, but now my eye sees you; therefore I abhor myself and repent in dust and ashes" (Job 42:5-6). Through his suffering Job learned the lesson of obedience - he had to forsake his "own dark counsel" and "words without knowledge" (Job 38:2-3) by turning to the Lord in his brokenness and need. Job repudiated his reckless accusation that God was unjust and unloving. In Hebrew the phrase "therefore I abhor myself" might better be understood as "I recant what I said in my ignorance." Job found comfort (nacham) in turning back to God in trust, notwithstanding his ordeal. Whatever happened to Job was the miracle of grace, wherein he was able to forsake his own understanding - his own "demand" to understand - in trust that God is really his friend, and this consolation was more than enough....

It is the Spirit that gives life; the flesh profits nothing (John 6:33). It is impossible for the human heart to believe that God is gracious to him, and yet the very greatest danger is despairing of grace... Faith and grace are therefore intimately connected, for God's acceptance and forgiveness is for those who believe... We do not find God's heart by relating to him through the law - that is, by appealing to him as our Judge - but by relating to him through grace - that is, by believing and receiving him as our Savior. Despair comes from our own spirit trying to reason or bargain with God's acceptance; but salvation comes from hope imparted by the Holy Spirit, which is to say, by means of the miracle of God.

We are not without God's help in our suffering, friend. Yeshua promised that the Ruach HaKodesh (רוּחַ הַקּדֶשׁ) would be "called alongside" (παράκλητος) to comfort us on the journey. The English verb "comfort" literally means "to give strength" (from com- ["with"] and fortis ["strong"]), an idea similarly expressed by the verb "encourage," that is, to "put heart [i.e., 'core'] within the soul." In Hebrew, the word courage is expressed by the phrase ometz lev (אמֶץ לֵב), meaning "strong of heart," denoting an inner quality of the will rather than of the intellect. Ometz lev means having an inner resolve, a passion, and a direction.

The walk of faith requires courage, that is heart... The human mind reasons and therefore fears, but the heart is the center of our being, the core of who we are. The heart does not reason its way to love but instead allows love to inform and direct reason. Therefore God asks our hearts to trust in him, and he does not allow calculated human reason with its fears to move us on the way (Isa. 55:8). When we receive grace to faithfully suffer, we hear the Spirit whispering back to us: "Be not afraid..." "Live in me..." "Walk in the light..." "I am with you always..." "You are loved..." [Hebrew for Christians]

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Today’s message from the Institute for Creation Research

May 6, 2021

God Is Triune

“Go ye therefore, and teach all nations, baptizing them in the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Ghost.” (Matthew 28:19)

The foundational plank of Israel’s worship was Deuteronomy 6:4—“Hear, O Israel: The LORD our God is one LORD.” Even the great apostle James acknowledged, “Thou believest that there is one God; thou doest well: the devils also believe, and tremble” (James 2:19).

Some have suggested that the Old Testament does not teach the Trinity and that the New Testament is making a “god” out of Jesus to foster the new religion. Nothing could be further from the truth. Both sections present the triune God.

The Father is named in Malachi 2:10: “Have we not all one father? hath not one God created us?” Jesus Himself insisted that we pray to the Father. “After this manner therefore pray ye: Our Father which art in heaven, Hallowed be thy name” (Matthew 6:9).

The Son is clearly declared in both Testaments. “The LORD hath said unto me, Thou art my Son; this day have I begotten thee” (Psalm 2:7). Jesus said, “I and the Father are one” (John 10:30), and the apostle Paul insisted that the Lord Jesus was “all the fulness of the Godhead bodily” (Colossians 2:9).

The Holy Spirit is hardly a stranger to both Testaments. King David knew that “the Spirit of the LORD spake by me, and his word was in my tongue” (2 Samuel 23:2). And as the Lord Jesus was preparing to go back to the Father, He promised that “the Comforter, which is the Holy Ghost, whom the Father will send in my name, he shall teach you all things, and bring all things to your remembrance, whatsoever I have said unto you” (John 14:26).

This much is clear: There is one God, who is manifested to us in three Persons. HMM III

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THE WORLD'S MOST UNIQUE COUNTRY: JAPAN

For today, I am going to give some tips about Japan. I am one of those who loves watching anime and reading manga and I have 12 reasons to present why Japan is unique to the other country. But first I just want to say something why I choose this country. First, I badly want to go that place because that was my second list of my bucket note. Second, they have clean and beautiful places I mean something that only Japan can offer it but not the other country. Third, I love their foods especially ramen and their amazing plating of the food and its flavor of very unique and different from anything that you have tasted before ad it has a strong aroma and with just one bowl you can surely sure to satisfy and finish it uncosciously with one sip.

Japan known worldwide for its unique tradition and culture including tea ceremony, flower arranging, calligraphy and etc. Japan is a home and the birthplace of sushi, one of the famous food in Japan, also they acknowledge as the ost technologically advanced country in the world despite of being ruin in the world war ll. Japan history has existed for a few years ago and until now it became very much alive , even seeing a convienience stores it become more modernization and technological adavances too. Japan have been know for their arts, crafts, and architecture too. Also they known worldwide of being pop culture (Manga,anime, video games) it is the Japan that can only offer it.

FIRST, THERE ARE MORE HARD WORKERS THAN ANYWHERE ELSE

The word karoshi is often used to describe their attitude towards work which means death by overwork. it is normal to see the japanese work for far longer than what officially expected from them at work so much, so that taking a nap in the office or in the streets its is regular occurrence and one of the this is culturally accepted. so if you ever see a japanese who sleeps streets I am sure that they are overwork on their jobs.

SECOND, CHILDREN CLEAN THEIR SCHOOLS BY THEMSELVES

The students themselves take out the trash. they seep, swap and wipe down the school, and it is premises for about 30 minutes in the day. that's why the school don't hire janitors or custodians because this are there habit that deeply ingrained in their values system as you will often see strorefront owners sweeping the area as the streets and sidewalks outside their stores as well in fact Japanese historically been known to obsessed with keeping their surroundings clean.

THIRD, SILENT KARAOKE

this is a special microphone called utatet voice training silent karaoke mic, it helps you to improve your ability and exercise your body. its like a cone that you place over your mouth and also it was designed for the people who don't want to wake up their neighbors and those who feel shy about building their favorite tunes in public. also it ses for stree reliever according to the maker " PROIDEA" it can also lose weight and improve to your health. the utaet means "song diet"

FOURTH, EARTHQUAKES AND NATURAL DISASTER

Japan is considered the top 10 worst natural disaster of the 21st century era because Japan is mainly due to it being the pacific ring of fire. it reports more of earthquakes than any other country in the world. it can experience dozens of small earthquakes each month than larger earthquakes which cause infranstructural damage or tsunami are much more but it devastating even more when they do happen.

FIFTH, GESHA

Gesha is traditional entertainment which is performing traditional Japanese art forms such as traditional dance and singing but they believe the first geisha were male. and they characterized by their distinct appearance of long kimono and traditional hairstyle and their oshiroi makeup diari. some people thought geisha are prostitute but they are not. according of two japanese words "gei" means arts and "sha" meaning for to be imployed in.

SIXTH, DOLL VILLAGE

Japan is also known creating a realistic dolls. the village called of nagoro used to have a population of 300 people but about 40 resident live here now. The local artist Mrs. ayano made over 300 life-sized dolls which look former residents all around nagoro she has staged a dose made of wood and wireframes stuffed with newspaper and dressed in old clothes donated from across Japan also nagoro considered to be the creepy places because of the realistic dolls

SEVENTH, BLUE TRAFFIC LIGHTS

A hundred of years ago the Japanese included word of only four basic colors this are black, white,red, and blue. if you wanted to describe something green you would use the word color blue, so to make things rights government decided to use the bluest shade of gree for that. and when in terms of train station blue station has only one purpose of that, it means to warning and stop you from jumping in front of the incoming trains.

EIGHT, ROBOT-RUN HOTEL

The henna na hotel are the world's hotel staffed by robots which open near nagasaki and has a unique features and services. the human-like robots meet their guest clean the room and make a coffee. the robots can speak english, chinese, and korean for overseas guest. see! the Japan now is very incredible when it comes technology, at last they can invented robots now, that's why I want to experience for real.

NINTH, HIGH LIFE EXPECTANCY

A study published in the spring in the year of 2016 that diet was a major factor behind the country's high life expectancy figures and another factor might be the lifestyle that Japan all the population enjoy. The retirees people in Japan can still continue to stay active and many older people can continue working by choice rather than economically necessity. The study conclusion, their findings suggest that eating balanced consumption of energy rice, grains, fruits, meat ,fish, and soy product can contribute to longevity by decreasing the risk of death and japanese are added eating some combination of high quality foods, and low saturated fats was very important too.

TENTH, TIPPING IN JAPAN

In america or the other country, many of the guides are accustomed to receiving some tips but in any situation situation in Japan like cans,restaurants care by giving you some tip to them is actually a little bit insulting and there culture is one of the firmly rooted dignity, respect and hardworking. The japanese mindset is "why you give some tips if you covered the price given at you so why pay more?"

ELEVENTH, ANIME AND MANGA

The first written manga in 1950's was called " Astro Boy." After many years laters anime and manga slowly growing to become one of the country's most iconic export also they has a strong influence when it comes all over the world especially in China and South korea. Japanese animation was became the global phenomenon and almost the visitor in japan are the lovers of anime and manga.

TWELVETH, JAPANESE FOOD

Aside from the beautiful places and artistry in Japan. the food in that place are very famous for its wonderful and unique cuisine that's why many of them love it,not just their amazing plating but the unique flavor that only Japan has such as edame (soybeans) sushi, and miso, ths are one of the adventurous foodie might need coaxing to try.

THIRTEENTH, TEA CEREMONY

In 1000 years ago tea ceremony was introduced over centuries, Japanese tea ceremony became unique and distinct art and involving the ceremonial and preparation and presentation of matcha, a powdered like green tea and this art called "TEMAE" it represent of respect, harmony, and tranquility which means to embrace the order to achieve the main tea ceremony.

This are 13 unique reasons why Japan better than other country and I hope that this helped you to learn a bit more about Japan. and if you have a chance to go , come and visit there, its more fun in there. it will change your perspective about japan its including the amazing places, the foods, the culture, and beliefs, and also lifestyle of them. you will amaze in people in there and the cleanliness place they had and if you want a quiet place this will suit place to go. Let's go! come one and enjoy about Japan.

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