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hospitalterrorizer · 18 days

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diary197

3/30-31/2024

saturday - sunday

sleepayyy.

another long day, and unpleasant in ways, and stuff.

feel almost too fried to explain further? i just worked out and stuff too though.

reading was good, today, interesting to get to the points of how the disciplines become standard, or necessary to how things run, such as like, the military, hospitals, the increasing of forces by their individuation/specialization in a role, as trainees, or forever receiving training and discipline, becoming more useful basically.

i can't say much i guess, i'm just sleepy and stuff, i'd like to say more but it is a lot about the panoptic structure, stuff where it's like, what he is famous for, however it's interesting in this how it's more complex than any of that long shadow of a reputation suggests, or perhaps all we see of foucault is the corona of light about him cast from whatever shines upon him, and that long shadow is the invisible portion. there's many things that go into this point, one that is maybe very important is the vision of history he presents. he goes into this early expression of the perfect city/society, which is the quarantined town, which is a temporary situation to begin with, but one of extreme management, but also, necessarily, neutralization, observation but observation on behalf of, and via the tools of, the sovereign. when we get to disciplinary observation, we see not that this is radically changed, however, that this thing from the past has evolved, but also, with centuries between these points in time, not just a transformation into the next thing, not a simple process of dialectics, e.g., this is not a teleology unless one believes it to be, it is instead, a history of technologies being changed / altered by visions placed upon them by the future. it is reaching into the past to offer new justifications for what had happened, what will happen from the conclusions already discovered at those times, as well.

it is interesting to think of teleological visions, as in one way, i suppose we can imagine part of privilege is that one is allowed into a teleological vision of things, or to hope for teleology, which is that really all things are justified, all things can be taken back into the system of the dialectic, and can climb higher, climb to right-ness. in this way then, one sees why this idea that all things might be usefully absorbed into some process of history, is a little, i'm not sure, this is a total simplification although the sciences of now, disciplines of now, things of that nature, psychology, medicine, advance this simple vision i suppose, but this vision becomes problematic, the use of all things. this is not a supposition of base material, where things rot and are repurposed, no detourning, no waste-thought, all things are to be turned, observed, learned, or in observing waste, or what one supposes as waste, one can chart new science, new objects of observation and so, this new knowledge means new vantages to direct forces and to maintain control via whichever means chosen. it is a useful technology.

is this then some reason to argue against marx for being so dialectical? i don't know. i don't really think so. i mean, i said already, but this is the supposition of the technical utopians/optimists at least.

it's very interesting to think about new knowledges and people i know who look forward to new histories and new categories to scan through, as though to increase their worth by absorbing along lines and methods, to know a written history, to help write it. another important thing in foucault is how much of what he is writing about involves the submission of life/bodies to writing, where writing lingers over the body, contains the fate of bodies, as well as their uses. that kind of thing.

here's more random ttrash drawings. i think i should at least keep in practice every other day w/ bs like this. i feel dumb when i draw, it's a strange thing. i am better with words and i also prefer them, i don't for instance ever want to realize any scene i describe in writing, i only like drawing things, malformed things around pretty people i guess, this is also what i write about but i guess there's a place where these two intersect, i might be able to draw a subject of my writing dying over a poem or something, or whatever. or just draw something cute, like weird elongated doll people and stuff.

anyway, i want to try and get better at facial proportioning and stuff, that person is definitely wonky but to be fair i guess, to myself, az painter does not have layers as far as i can tell so doing construction in it is a bit of a pain in the ass.

amnyway i need to sleep now. tomorrow a friend is coming over so it'll be hard to work on music i guess. maybe i should have tried mixing tonight...oh well. it's only about 7 more songs on this pass i think. and then i will be good to listen again and see #what #is #up with the album in full/more fully.

anyway,

byebye!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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loreleywrites · 4 years

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The Gateshead Engine

If you bought the itch.io game bundle for racial justice and inequality a month ago, one of the games it contains is a single-player ttrpg called The Gateshead Engine by Adam Roy (Follow the link to buy and play yourself!)

The basis of the game is simple: It is Victorian England, and you have been commissioned to built a steampunk mech. You flip cards from a tarot deck to give you situations for your diary entries, and you can finish...basically whenever you want.

I enjoyed it greatly, and wanted to publicly share my game. Content warning for a bit of body horror and minor surgical stuff at the end? It’s not like, explicit though. Anyway, I haven’t stretched my horror muscles in a while, and I love how this game started vs where it ended. Hope y’all enjoy!

Starting Questions:

—Who are you, and why did you agree to build the Engine?

I am Loreley Weisel, German thermodynamicist on the brink of bankruptcy. Europe is corrupt, and my will careens towards destruction.

—Who is your patron, and what, if anything, do you know about them? Why did they tell you they wanted the Engine?

My patron is an English aristocrat, Thomas Boroughshire III. All I know is that he has deep pockets and a fascination for thermophysics. He wants my Engine as a mechanical marvel, a party trick for a boy with too many years behind him.

—What is your community like? What do they value and what do they fear?

The community is wealthy. Large estates line a well-kept road. Dogs are bred. Horses are shoed. Foxes are hunted. Gardens beg for release from their clipped restraints. The air itself is made of brick. They value stability, power (or the projection of it), and greed.

—What will the Engine do when it’s completed, and what will it change? (This may shift during play; for now, decide what you think the answer is when you agree to build the Engine.)

My Engine is a herald of death. The aristocracy will be beaten into submission, and England will follow France in the march towards the guillotine.

My Engine:

Diary:

Monday, April 26, 1880—

I do not belong here, in this kingdom, in this estate, in this…garage. Hope’s Paradise is far from the largest house in this community, and His Highness can barely provide enough space for me to work. He does not respect me, nor does his staff. Dinners will be cold on nights I work late. There will be no hot water when I go to draw a bath. They do not want me here.

Fitting enough; I do not wish to dwell here any longer than I have to.

The neighbors are no better. Squire Duncannon of Blah Blah Blah invites me to speak German whenever he harasses me with what he calls conversation, but refuses to use the tongue himself. His wife has never uttered a word beyond her scowl. When I pass by Covington Place, the children stop and watch, twittering among themselves. I wonder what the Duke and Duchess have told them about me. I would not know, for I have never been allowed inside their gates.

England will burn, and this wretched grove of greed will be the tinder.

Wednesday, April 28, 1880—

That godforsaken child has entered my workshop again. Grease smeared all across the floor. Handprints of coal dust cover every box and bench. Every fire hazard should come at the cost of a finger. The little brat will have nubs by week’s end.

Friday, April 30, 1880—

Saturday, May 1

A song. Melancholic, but strong. Thunderous, but ephemeral.

How many hours have slipped by tonight? Dream grips my mind like a starving urchin with hardtack. Maybe these gears and pipes are singing me a lullaby.

Oh for heaven’s sake it’s half two. To sleep with me.

Tuesday, May 4, 1880—

Fucking Third of Family horseshit-brained fool. Every thief with deep pockets thinks themselves a scientist just because they bought opium from one once. I know how to build my Engine. Fuck off with this talk about gas compression. My math is sound, and changing one element means redesigning the entire boiler system.

His Highness has been placated with some minor aesthetic downgrades that better cater to his asinine tastes. For now.

Wednesday, May 5, 1880—

Fucking Third of Family horseshit-brained fool. If it weren’t for the coal dust handprints, I’d think he was the child ransacking my workshop with relentless fervor. Instead, he has simply decided to rearrange my supplies to the garage entrance. My ankle will heal in a few days, but I cannot work on my Engine until it mends. Time is money, and he has more money than I have time.

Sunday, May 9, 1880—

The ankle works.

Monday, May 10, 1880—

His Highness invited his dearest, most important friends to dine in his atrociously cultivated garden. The Wells boy snuck off and found me in my workshop. I have never met another child like him. His curiosity is insatiable, and he knows more about thermodynamics than most learned men I’ve met.

He asked me a question I could not answer: “If this machine is meant for war, how can you fight a navy with it?”

I suppose this will be a larger problem when the revolution hatches from England and threatens the mainland. For now, I must keep focused on this single-minded task. If we make it that far, I will find an answer.

…Perhaps I am naïve and misguided.

Wednesday, May 12, 1880—

The entire community has decided to roll their porcine asses to the south of France for holiday. Such a shame I contracted a bit of a cough and elected to stay here to recover. The travel would have been much too hard on my delicate frame.

Two weeks of uninterrupted work begins tonight.

Friday, May 14, 1880—

For. Fuck’s. Sake.

Her Highness fainted at the pier moments before they were to board a ferry across the Channel. Feared she had come down with the same pestilence I had contracted. Now the entire extended Boroughshire rabble is returning posthaste.

The quiet? Gone. Their need for attention? Only I can sate it. My Engine? Still incomplete, and will be for some time.

If I drown myself in enough whiskey, the mystery of my death should keep their tiny minds occupied for at least a week.

I intend to refill my lamps and work as long as I can tonight. May their arrival home tomorrow wake me at noon for all I care.

Saturday, May 15, 1880—

I was awoken at nine in the morning. Forty minutes of unrestful rest.

Tuesday, May 17 18, 1880—

Knocked the fucking lamp looking for my pen. Lucky I didn’t burn this entire estate to ash.

…Perhaps unlucky.

He even haunts my dreams, touching my Engine and reducing it to rust at the moment that should have been my victory. What Hell of idiocy have I gotten myself into? Fucking aristocrats standing in the way of their own downfall by sheer incompetence. Back to sleep with me.

Tuesday, May 18, 1880 (again)—

I’ve read a number of fascinating papers that I received in the mail today. While I admit I know little of the burgeoning field of electrical engineering, the work being done in the States is fascinating. I intend to take a short trip into London to seek more research (And get a right stein of beer; this house and its occupants are worthless.)

Friday, May 21, 1880 (London)—

I have been granted access to ~~Royal~~ archives. Despite my distaste for locking knowledge away from the public, I am nonetheless grateful for this opportunity. All the kingdom’s brightest minds (what few there are) have recorded years of research on every possible thread of science.

Galvanic principles are fascinating to me. To think, all these thousands of years, we have had electricity inside us! Thoughts percolate, but I do not yet know to what end.

I shall return to the cursed Golden Land in the countryside tomorrow. Between my notes and a few papers, I have been allowed to abscond with, I am reinvigorated with hope for my work.

Saturday, May 22, 1880—

I should extricate and boil every last one of their tongues!

The entire community’s patriarchs were waiting in the living room of Hope’s Paradise (Clearly not my hope.) Word got out of my project, and every cock-waggling primitive decided that this was a matter that required ending their holiday early. While their offspring splash in the Mediterranean, their sagging eyes are now fixed on that fucking garage.

I don’t know who is merely curious, who else feels inadequate enough to lie about their scientific credentials, or who wants to break my Engine merely because I’m a woman. Too many men in my workshop. Had I less restraint, an axe may have been all I needed to solve this annoyance.

Hopefully the dullards bore sooner than later. I may need to beat Mr. Duncannon with a German dictionary regardless.

Tuesday, June 8, 1880—

Between the constant need to shun nosy men from my workshop and the actual work itself, I have not had the constitution to keep my diary.

But today…ah, today! The control platform appears to be totally functional! I have toiled too long to have failure spring from my fingertips. Rotational velocities are stable, cranks and gears are greased and mobile, the Gatling guns are…gatling.

For the first time since I began my work here, I feel like I have accomplished something great. The aristocracy’s days are numbered.

Monday, June 14, 1880—

Work continues to sap my focus. Boiler…not cooperating. I fear I will lose all the work I’ve done on it due to some unforeseen flaw. A redesign at this stage would be costly, but so would continuing with a faulty boiler. Either way, I’m taking tomorrow off from work to clear my head.

Thursday, June 17, 1880—

Time off has proved productive. I finally finished reading the documents on loan from the ~~Royal~~ archives, and there is a fascinating bit of research by a man by the name of Frankenstein. His work on galvanic sciences from earlier this century are far beyond anything I’ve found from English archives in the last decade. This even only seems to be his initial work; perhaps I can track down his true masterpieces of intellect. Maybe I don’t even need to redesign a boiler…

One blight on my day over lunch: that coal-handed bastard child has returned. I think it’s Constance.

Wednesday, Jun 23, 1880—

The Andersons down the way lost one of their bitches last night. She was a beautiful hound, but her memory will live on in my diary. I wanted some hands-on experience with Frankenstein’s work, so I was able to procure the corpse for a small fee (to His Highness who is paying my bills).

Wondrous! Such are the things I learned. A body, made of muscle, controlled by electricity. I suspect I may need to seek out an anatomist or some other scholar of the biological sciences to continue this research.

My mind is alight with so many ideas…

Wednesday, June 30, 1880—

June ends and takes the boiler with it. My Engine shall have a grand new design. Thomas has been placated by promises of surprise. “The most groundbreaking work in thermodynamics!” I lied. His is a mind easily led astray by spectacle.

Sunday, July 4, 1880—

Constable came round today. Mr. Duncannon hasn’t been seen in three days. He left for an important business meeting in Paris, but missed his boat. Coach is missing too. It’s all very curious. I did everything I could to keep that sniveling pig out of my workshop. Given the way his nose recoiled into his skull, it seems the stench of grease and ozone was enough.

In more academic news, I received notice that more of Victor Frankenstein’s research papers are being released from an archive in Switzerland. I should have them by week’s end. My excitement radiates like the sun.

Friday, July 9, 1880—

Wolfgang. Heinrich. Fuchs.

At my forsaken door. With my forsaken research papers.

How the fuck did he find out I was working on galvanism? Who is he still connected to? Which one of my friends betrayed me (besides him)?

He was in this fucking house asking me fucking questions about my fucking work. Fuck him. He better not stick around. After what he took from me…fuck.

Tuesday, July 13, 1880—

Chaos reigns.

Wolfgang has shacked up with the Andersons. He swings by almost daily. When I’m not actually busy, I try to look it.

Constance has gotten her hands into the coal again (I haven’t disposed of it for appearance’s sake.)

The Duncannons are planning a funeral for…whatever his name was. I don’t think I ever bothered to remember anything about him other than when he would finally leave this hellish corner of England.

Thomas has been migrating in and out of Hope’s Paradise. Something about a trade deal in India. It sounds very important for a man who makes riches off the backs of foreigners.

I could use a big stein at a small biergarten.

Sunday, July 18, 1880—

Widow Duncannon speaks! Her first words spoken to me in the months I’ve resided her are accusations that I have something to do with the death of her husband and his driver. Utter nonsense. The police found the driver at the bottom of a pint in a pub last week. The way gossip echoes around these families, however, I won’t be surprised if they begin to turn on me.

My work must accelerate.

Thursday, July 22nd, 1880—

Widow Duncannon, Duchess Byron. Mrs. Boroughshire. All the Andersons. None of them will speak to me. They glare if they see me, so I try to keep to my room and my workshop as much as possible. I’m lucky Her Highness is so subservient to Thomas. This house would be unbearable if she had any willpower over it.

Tuesday, July 27, 1880—

Celebrations are in order! I have poured over work by Golgi, Frankenstein, and Schwann. Every guide I could find on electrical engineering. Trial after trial, failure after failure. And yet…

And yet.

It’s not that I have hope my Engine will work, it’s that I have knowledge that it will. My designs are so clear to me. My protypes are all working as planned. The path to revolution has been laid out before me. Now it is up to me to walk it.

Tomorrow is the beginning of the end.

Wednesday, July 28, 1880—

Coal hands. Inside my workshop. Inside. My. Workshop. And this time, ha! This time, I have a culprit.

I made it very clear to Constance that she will not be loitering in my laboratory anymore.

Saturday, August 7, 1880—

What have I become?

Why did I begin building my Engine? Something about a war? Who can say. Time marchers onward. My Engine will march with time. Every experiment has made it clearer to me that I have stumbled upon the greatest discovery of this era.

No one celebrates with me. Not Thomas. Not Her Highness. Not Constance, nor the boys, Timothy and Franklin. Even Wolfgang is silent (at last).

The neighbors have stopped visiting. I wave when I pass them by, but they just sneer and hurry past. Finally, I can work in peace and silence. Finally my genius can become reality. Finally all of Europe will know what Loreley Weisel is capable of.

I have become the herald of great change, a conduit of the very building blocks of existence.

Tuesday, August 10, 1880—

A toast to the Duke and Duchess! May their patronage live forever in my greatest work! Soon I hope to bring the Andersons into this project as well.

Wednesday, August 18, 1880—

The Engine lives! The support of this community has been invaluable as the final construction has occurred. Everyone has poured their hearts into my work, and it’s truly a masterpiece that could not have been built alone.

My galvanic calibrations have been finalized. My circuits have been tested. It is nearing time for me to put all of myself into my work. I will see success.

Saturday, August 21, 1880—

The loneliness is getting to me. Not even the dogs bark anymore. I talk to my Engine, but its flesh is silent.

Monday, August 23, 1880—

The constable returned. With six policemen. He had questions about His Highness and the Duke and Duchess and Widow Duncannon. I told him the truth: I could help him find them.

I cooperated.

I have a surplus.

Wednesday, August 25, 1880—

Why shouldn’t I? It worked for them. Shouldn’t it work for me? All the principles are the same. They’re muscle. I’m muscle. They’re electric. I’m electric. Why shouldn’t I be in control?

Thursday, August 26, 1880—

Wolfgang, that bastard! He said he knew everything that I had been up to. That is outrageous! He knows nothing!

I have destroyed my room in rage. Fucking Fuchs! What does he think he knows? Who has he told? I should have killed him. Why didn’t I kill him? He doesn’t deserve it. He doesn’t deserve my creation. He covets it. He wants it for himself. I know it. He got me kicked out of university, he got me run out of Germany. He is jealous. Jealous! He knows I’m better. He knows I’m smarter. He wants what I have, my Engine, my child. He can’t have it. He can’t. He won’t. Where did he go? Fucking Wolfgang I will fucking kill him. He knows nothing. He’s bluffing. He just wants my success. My genius. He is nothing. He will be nothing. Nothing. Nothing. He nothing. Nothing. nothing nothing nothing noth

Sunday, August 29, 1880—

This will be the final entry to my diary. The morning air is heavy with the musk of summer. It’s strange to me how calm I am given what I am about to do.

My Engine has come so far from its days as a sketch on a piece of parchment. Veins of red pulse behind the metal. Sinew, steel, and lightning working in harmony. Every stitch and every suture as perfect as the one before it. So many died for its creation, and so many more will die when I am finished today.

I expected my hand to shake more as I inked the incision lines across my skin. I expected my mind to be foggier as I tried to remember every nerve that would need work. Even the pain I am about to endure has not shaken my resolve.

I am uncertain what the scientific community will think of my work. Of the sacrifices I made. But I have proven a radical truth: All the money in the world does not stop one from being built from the same parts as another. And that’s all we are: Animals with organs and muscles and electricity surging through us. If machines can harness that energy, why can’t we? If new machines can be invented, why not new humans?

All I can hope for now is that my composure holds through the entire procedure. Once I am integrated into my Engine, I will command a mind and body unseen by man. Unparalleled by any of God’s creation. Magnificent in its genius. My genius.

Today I will change humanity forever.

#loreley writes horror #body horror #surgery #The Gateshead Engine

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heyktula · 4 years

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Closer, Chapter Four: Kink - Bonus Features

Chapter four of Closer, the first installment in Somewhere in Canada (the Terror kink AU)... is now up! It's a plot-heavy chapter! There's some platonic kink! There's the plot to an entirely different story if you squint!

Technical notes first, story notes after, line notes to finish it all up.

Alright, here we go.

Technical Considerations:

Chapter Titles: So I didn't have any particular chapter titles in mind when I started this story. The original structure I'd planned for was one chapter for Friday, one for Saturday, one for Sunday, with Jopson POV at the very beginning of chapter one, and then again at the very end of three.

Obviously, uh, there was too much story for that to fly. So I cut it where I needed to cut it, and swapped my structure to have Jopson POV at the beginning of every chapter (and bonus Jopson POV at the end of the chapter). So I needed five chapter titles. First I couldn't think of anything good, and then it occurred to me that I could name four of them after the RACK acronym (Risk Aware Consensual Kink), and then it was super fascinating from a storytelling perspective because of the way the chapters lined up. Like, Risk deals with the risks that Edward didn't take because he totally ducks out of talking to Jopson that first night. Aware covers them starting to know each other. Consensual covers the dungeon scene, Kink covers platonic kink, and also the very normal way that both of them have integrated kink into their regular lives, and how it leads to these intimacies that are normal for them, but would be strange from a vanilla perspective or in a vanilla relationship. And then, finally, since I needed a fifth chapter title, Aftercare seemed like the obvious solution, which cracks me up because the entire chapter is, uh, well. I mean, it's aftercare for them. But yeah.

Mornings: So I wanted the structure of this fic to be all chronological in order--ie, no re-covering events that have already happened from someone else's POV within the same fic. (The Tozer/Irving fic, obviously, will be covering many of the same events, but it'll be different enough that it won't matter.) Which led to an icky bit for me, because I split the chapters differently than I anticipated (see above), and needed to start the day out with Jopson-POV even though I already had this lovely Little-POV drafted out.

Thankfully, Jopson came in for the win with that one, because he's a morning person, and Ned isn't, and their alarms were set for different enough times that I could go right from Jopson's wakeup to Ned's wakeup without having to retread the same information or the same section of the day (technically, there's a small chronological overlap, I think Jopson is probably eating breakfast when Little is trying to resurrect himself from his bed, but I've decided I Don't Care).

The Three Bears' Bed: This is such a smol technical note, but I wanted to bring it up because it's one of the really fun things that you can do with deep POV. It's implied (and confirmed in the next chapter) that Jopson and Edward are in essentially identical hotel rooms. But if you squint--they both describe their beds very differently. Jopson's bed is "too big", ie, he clearly sleeps on a single at home, and it's probably not as nice as the hotel bed. Edward's bed, a carbon copy of the queen bed Jopson is sleeping in, is "too small", ie, he's clearly got a king-sized monstrosity for himself back at home. I absolutely live for these kinds of things that are literally too minor to be noticed (nor should they be, they're meant to fade into the background), but which communicate so much about the characters.

(Ah, god, there's going to be so much adjusting for them to do in London. Their lives are very, very different. Jopson is starting to clue in, and he's going to have to sit with that once he has a clear head and lets all the subconscious stuff he's been picking up on actually gel together. Right now, he's very much in the 'whoa that looks expensi--hooooly fuck Ned Little is hot' phase. He'll have a Moment in London, though, where he'll sit bolt upright in his single bed and go wait a minute he put fifties in the donation bin when I blacked his boots and didn't even blink, he just casually throws large denomination bills* around.)

*I grew up low income, and I never carry anything bigger than a twenty in my wallet. People who are used to having more money, in my experience, tend to carry larger bills in their wallets. I know a fifty isn't actually a large denomination bill, but it is when you aren't used to carrying that kind of money around. Fifties make me tense until I break them. If I have a hundred, it's because someone gifted it to me, and I am gonna stress about it until I get it to the bank to deposit. Twenties are good for me, thanks.

Story Considerations:

Jopson's Work Ethic: Jopson's work ethic is in full force here, and I love to see it. I also love to see how firm he is about not hiding it. Like, Blanky understands how rare it is for Jopson to find someone he connects with the way he connects with Nedward, and was perfectly willing to skip the dungeon* to give Jopson another go at it. But Jopson, at some point, has transitioned from 'perfect, a weekend hookup' to 'perfect, I would like Ned in my life always'. (Gonna guess it was that post blowjob cuddle-nap that tipped it over, to be perfectly honest.) And Jopson knows that for Ned to be in his life always, Jopson needs to be realistic with him about what his life actually looks like--so he's going to work the long hours that he usually works, and he's going to run Blanky's booth so that Blanky can head to the dungeon tonight, and when Edward asks to be told literally anything about Jopson's life, Jopson moves immediately to telling Ned about his job.

(You'll note that Jopson has a schedule for working in the morning, the afternoon, and also the evening, ie, decidedly more than an eight hour day/forty hour work week. He did not mention that he frequently goes to Terror, and then shows back up at three am to do more work in a haze of subspace, but I'm sure he'll get around to it.)

I think it's important to Jopson that Edward accept him as he is--that is, no arguing about what comes first (it's work), or what Jopson's priorities are (also work), or how much availability Jopson has for a relationship (all of it...after work). So in that sense, this is pretty much a trial by fire--Jopson is saying 'look, this is what my life is like, and if you fit, you can stay', and Edward, in turn, is saying 'please just let me sit next to you, I like it here'. (I'm sure Tozer would be irritable about Edward's changed loyalties if he weren't currently sorting out, you know, every bad decision he made the previous night).

*This is not a Blanky-specific thing. If Esther were here instead, she and Jopson would have the same arrangement. I think either Blanky or Esther would be equally fun to play with, don't you?

Duty and Responsibility: I also love the differing approaches to duty and responsibility, as displayed by Joplittle--Edward talks, multiple times, about his duties and responsibilities here as something that he needs to shoulder, like it's a too-heavy pack that he's hauling around behind him when he would really rather just pull the covers over his head and stay there. Jopson, however, is thriving under his.

I would posit that, perhaps, if Edward managed to distance himself further from Hickey's bullshit, that maybe his responsibilities wouldn't suck so much. But for Edward to get away from Hickey's bullshit, that would mean Tozer would also have to put his foot down, and Tozer has been ambivalent about doing that, so far.

Sadomasochism, and the ‘Gold-Star’ Dom: Oh, Edward, my sweetheart, my dear, you have a track record of dating terrible people, and hanging out with people who kinkshame you, and I am so sorry that it's come to this.

There's this really fascinating (by which I mean it's incredibly toxic) culture difference between old guard spaces and the "newer" spaces. For people Francis' age who grew up in old guard leather kink scenes, they would have come up in the scene submitting first, and then either continuing to submit, or transitioning into being a dominant as they gained experience. However, for newer spaces--and here, I'm talking about something that was starting to happen for people around Fitzjames' age--there started to be a shift toward just doing one or the other*. By the time we get to people in the same age range as Little**, Tozer, and Jopson, the emphasis on picking one or the other is much more prominent. You should 'know' your orientation when you enter the scene--and then that's typically where you stay. There's no requirement for a dom to have ever subbed--and there's no requirement for doms to be familiar with the business end of their implements either. (If I had a dollar for every talk I'd been to where a dom was proud that they've never actually tested gear on themselves, I would have a lot of dollars.)

This leaves Little in an awkward spot--he's got no interest in submitting (as per the way he nopes out of any sort of cuffs or protocol with James Clark Ross), but, unlike Tozer, who tolerates getting hit in the context of fighting but doesn't particularly like it, Little actively enjoys the pain of getting hit. Based on how awkwardly he discloses that to Jopson, we can infer (correctly) that it's gone down badly in previous hookups.

(The general stereotype that dominant-sadist-top*** and submissive-masochist-bottom are one scale instead of, you know, three different scales, is not helping Ned at all here.)

So Ned is in this spot as a sadomasochist dom where he's had a hard time finding a partner that is willing to accept that he has a masochist streak as well. Enter Jopson...

*I think, though I'm not sure, that part of this shift was kink culture moving into the straight scene as well. Heterosexual kink tends to avoid the formalized learning process, and focus strictly on I Have Always Been A Dom.

**For the purposes of kink!AU, I'm going with approximate show ages for everyone--I think I saw somewhere that historically, Little was older than Fitzjames--but I'm going with an older Fitzjames and a younger Little here, for Fitzier Reasons.

***Note that I’m talking about top and bottom in a BDSM sense here--the one who wields the flogger vs the one who has the flogger used on them. The penetrator/penetratee during intercourse is an entirely separate thing, which....you guessed it....is also unrelated to the above-mentioned scales.

Service: Jopson thrives when he's engaged in acts of service. I really loved working with the translation of canon-to-kink!Jopson, because it's really fascinating to dig into how those canon aspects of his personality translate. Like, the long hours as a steward translate directly to the long hours that he works for Francis. But those acts of service translate really easily into submission as well. (I would posit that, for people who pursue more 'lifestyle' kink as opposed to 'bedroom-only' kink, there's a great chance that they'll pursue jobs that play to those strengths.)

The particular benefit to this that's working in Ned's favour here is that Jopson loves nothing more than to arrange things for people to make sure they have what they need. So this intersects perfectly with Ned's typical methods for managing his top drop--if Jopson can leverage his connections to make sure that Ned has access to people that will let him bottom-but-not-submit for them when he needs it, well, that's a win for both of them.

(I would hazard a guess, if you squinted, that Ned is sexually monogamous, and generally dates other monogamous people, which sometimes makes the negotiation of play with other people outside the dyad a non-starter. I would also guess that Jopson wouldn't consider monogamy to be a particular value of his, and so anything he can do to make sure Ned is looked after is perfect for him.)

Top Drop: Pretty much any kink conference that even slightly touches on educational aspects will have a talk about subdrop, typically led by a sub or a panel of subs, or sometimes by a dom/sub pair, discussing how to properly care for one's sub, how to deal with subdrop, and all those coping kinds of mechanisms. I can guarantee Edward has attended a number of those talks, written at least one blog post, and probably could speak on it if you really bullied him into it.

Those same conferences typically do not talk about top drop. I've been to lots of talks on sub drop. I've only ever been to one on top drop, and it was so horribly done that we’re still talking about it years later. Even googling when I was brushing up on my research for this fic didn't give me much.

Anyways, it's good that Jopson works for Crozier, who treats drop as something that can happen to anyone regardless of position. In turn, this means Jopson is able to recognize it happening to Ned, and will just merrily bulldoze and/or gently bully Ned until he gets the information he needs to be able to help.

RACK and SSC: Ah, look, it's the author picking a pedantic fight in the middle of their fic using their POV character as a mouthpiece. SO. When I was first getting into kink in the early two thousands, SSC (Safe, Sane, Consensual) was the name of the game. It essentially means that the activities you do under the BDSM umbrella should fit all three of those criteria.

The issue that I and many others have with the acronym is that it doesn't particularly fit that well for a lot of the activities in BDSM. After all, what's really safe? You can trip walking down the same stairs that you've walked down every day of your life if your shoelace is loose, or if your ankle goes weird, or if you're just not paying attention. What's sane? No, really, what is it? What defines sane? Should we be using mental health terms to determine whether or not something is a good idea? What's the opposite of 'sane' in this context?

(I'm not gonna bicker about consensual, obviously, that one I still hold to.)

How do you practice edge play under SSC? Can you safely punch someone? Is it sane to do so? (God, I hate the inclusion of 'sane' in the acronym so much.) Can you consent to something that doesn't fit the first two criteria? If you decide an activity fits all three criteria, does that guarantee nobody gets hurt? (Absolutely not.)

So, there's a shift in the scene to use RACK instead--Risk Aware Consensual Kink. RACK is more focused on assessing the risks to specific activities, and consenting to do those activities even though the risk exists. You can definitely punch someone under RACK--because RACK supposes that you've discussed the risks of punching them, you're both doing your best to manage those risks, and you've both consented to the activity while recognizing that it’s inherently risky to do it and you’ve taken as many precautions as you can.

Sir John 'actually the expedition is outfitted for seven years and we don't need any rescue' Franklin is clearly focused on SSC, with an emphasis on no further risk assessments once a particular activity is deemed to be safe. This isn't to say that everyone who practices SSC ignores possible risks--but it is to say that the acronym doesn't encourage active risk assessment the same way that RACK does. (Doing X is safe, therefore, I don’t think about the risks while I do X, because it’s safe.) I personally think that RACK is a more robust way to assess kink activities, but, as you can probably infer from, you know, the entirety of this fic, I take part in a lot of activities that don't fit under SSC, so I'm biased.

I do not blame Edward one bit for getting into that argument with Sir John. I do feel pretty certain that Blanky surreptitiously filmed it, though, so that he can send it to Francis. I also am pretty sure that Francis’ own stance on RACK, which comes through pretty clearly in his books, would have informed Edward’s stance as well, so, you know, full circle there. (Do you have any idea how many people you’ve informally mentored via your books, Francis? It’s *cough*JamesFitzjamesAlso*cough* a lot.)

Florentine Flogging: Here's the reference video I was using for Florentine flogging! https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CGCQGsxbwtw

Sharp eyes will notice that this is a very similar skillset to spinning poi, which I thought was really neat.

Line Notes:

Jopson will be back in six months to give his talk, and Edward is going to be right there in the front row to support him, and that means that nothing can go wrong this weekend.

It...doesn't actually mean that. I mean, obviously, yes, not being banned from Canada is a requirement. But not having the booth open wouldn't have killed anybody.

Irving dragged you home—please advise how, he’s half your size?

This is funnier once I did some googling and realized that Ronan Raftery is six goddamn feet tall, which makes him two inches taller than Matthew McNulty, but I decided to let Edward's inaccuracies stand because they're pretty goddamn funny. Also, I maintain that Irving gives off smol energy.

“Oh, good,” Irving says, the tension instantly melting off his face. “I’m so glad he made it to bed.”

Tozer did not make it to bed, but, tbh, I wouldn't correct Irving at this particular moment either. Especially not in front of Lady Jane Franklin.

“Who’s this, then?” Lady Franklin asks. She’s wearing a vintage dress from a decade Edward should probably recognize, but doesn’t. (Jopson would, he’s sure of it.)

The 1950s, Edward. It's literally the most easily recognizable decade.

“…he’s fine,” Edward says, more confused than ever.

Edward, Edward, Edward. Both more confused than ever--and completely unwilling to do any followup on this whatsoever, because why ask questions when instead you could eyefuck Jopson. (In a sense, though, this is Tozer's problem, so Edward's ability to disconnect from it completely is probably an improvement from, say, Edward of a few years ago.) Normally, leaving plot threads hanging like this would bother me extensively, but because I'm drafting the Tozer/Irving fic as we speak, I'm comfortable just letting all of this just hang for a bit. These plot threads are important to include because they happened, but they're not important to resolve, because Edward doesn't give a shit.

Nothing fancy—just Ned, with a little handwritten squiggle next to it that’s almost a heart, if you squint.

It's definitely a heart. Jopson just channeled the patented Francis Crozier technique of 'if I make a vague line here, people can interpret it how they want'. Not very characteristic of Jopson--but, as we discussed last week, poor boy is carting around some baggage re: his affection, so we’ll just let him have this.

It’s probably the goddamn bruise from yesterday’s fuckup. Well, that, and the fact that Tozer isn’t there. Or maybe Edward’s just fucking up something else that he’s completely unaware of.

I'd like to propose option four, which is that Edward is hot as fuck, dressed in leather, and was part of a scene that gathered a respectfully distant crowd in the dungeon the night previous. Edward is not aware that option four is an option, but I would like to reassure him that option four is, in fact, an option.

“What do you do for aftercare?” Jopson asks curiously. “Like—what did you do last night, after you walked me home?”

Bold of Jopson to assume that Edward spent two seconds looking after himself. (He won't make that mistake again--Edward's blog entry on aftercare was detailed enough that last-night!Jopson made the endorphin-blurred call that Edward had his own routine sorted, and is now finding out that Edward has no such thing.)

Edward sighs, starts to mentally assemble an apology. He’s done it again—let his guard down, said too much. The apology has never worked in the past. But he’ll have to try. There’s always a chance Edward will get it right this time, even though he’s not remotely ready for this (it was going so well), but he has to, he has to start, he’ll just—he’ll start by—saying—

In true Ed Little fashion, Edward is assuming that the reason this conversation has never gone well in the past is because of him, instead of the more rational suggestion that perhaps he's just trying to hook up with people who aren't actually compatible with him.

Jopson’s face is very pink. “Quite the mental image,” he says. He swallows, visibly. “You and Tozer were, uh. Both holding back during the demo yesterday, then.”

Ah, yes, the look and sound of a man who is rather quickly realizing that a wank fantasy he'd watched unfold in real time yesterday was actually just the tip of the iceberg.

Jopson’s eyebrows shoot up. “Why?” He scrunches his nose, frowns. “Was that meant to be a joke?”

Can't get all sad about Edward's past of attempting to have relationships with people he wasn't compatible with until we also get sad about Jopson's history, which apparently includes men he thought were tapping into his fantasies, only to find out that they were kidding. Ouch, my heart.

“Only if you want,” Jopson adds. “We could also, um. Go for a run?”

I don't believe that Jopson has ever gone for a run in his entire life. I appreciate that he's trying to help, though. That's very kind of him.

Jopson turns. “Hi, yes.”

Jopson cannot let a customer go unserviced, and I, for one, admire his dedication to looking after other people's booths as well as his own. I also think, although this action here is entirely instinctual, it's also a good checkpoint--had Edward reacted poorly to Jopson stepping in, well, that might not have been awesome. As it is, Edward is grateful, so he just keeps landing in Jopson's long-term prospect box.

“You know that huge guy they have on security?”

It's Tuunbaq! Also, Tozer should cool it on the whole "he doesn't speak English" thing, because it's not like Tozer speaks Inuktitut. (And while we're talking about Tozer, yes, he is wearing the equivalent of his mutineer hoodie.)

“And I’m like, yeah, I know him, I was drinking with him last night. And they just look at me. And they look at each other. And then the doctor guy is like ‘we had some concerning reports about his behaviour’, but I don’t know who would have said anything, the only other person there was Irving. Fuck, man, I was answering questions for an hour.”

Tozer, look, buddy. You can have a pass because you're as hungover as shit and I'm sure you've been contemplating death since you woke up, but you answered your own question there. The only other person there was Irving.

The only other person there was Irving.

One would hope that this might, you know, cause you to rethink your association with Hickey, considering that someone else's assessment of his behaviour has resulted in all of this, but I guess we'll have to chill on that for now until we get some Tozer POV.

Edward frowns. “He doesn’t drink?”

Pulled this bit directly from canon, and because I also think it's a fascinating bit of character development. Adam Nagaitis had such insights into his character in the AMC interview (https://www.amc.com/shows/the-terror/talk/2018/04/the-terror-qa-adam-nagaitis-cornelius-hickey) and I really think it's interesting working with that in a modern AU as well. So--this version of Hickey doesn't drink either. I think it's also interesting in how Edward and Tozer deal with this--Edward has known Hickey for years, and never noticed. Tozer knows--and still gets shitfaced anyways, even though he's drinking alone.

Tozer’s eyes go distant. “It’s the weirdest thing,” he says after a moment. “I think I told Irving about Heather.”

We can assume, for better or for worse, that Tozer's memory of last night is a bit spotty. I am sorry, though, that this is one of the things Tozer remembers. It's further away in kink!AU than it was in canon, but I don't imagine Heather's death was any easier for Tozer here than it was canonically.

(Also, the choreo of Tozer physically shifting Edward's hand off his arm was a late addition, and I hurt my own feelings adding it.)

Tozer raises his eyebrows, and then winces, goes back to squinting. “Hanky code,” he lectures. “Black is for S&M. Your proclivities aside, I don’t figure you meant to flag sub. And stuff it if you tell me it’s a fashion choice, I ain’t got headspace for that bullshit today.” He glances upward. “I swear they turned the fucking lights up in here, Jesus. I’ll see you after, I gotta go.”

Edward, you absolute himbo of a man. Jopson has been trying so hard, and I'm sure that you have a blog entry about hanky code buried somewhere back in your archive, but you also buried the information in your head, and thus did not access it, and all of Jopson's efforts were wasted.

“No, you misunderstand me,” Edward says. “I love that. Christ, the fuck did he finally do?”

Edward, Edward, Edward. Jopson has the right of it with his missing stair comment--but you're just as complicit as Tozer is in this, because by saying nothing and waiting for the problem to go away, you've been rubber-stamping Hickey's behaviour. I feel as though there's going to be Discussions about this in London.

“Honestly, Thomas, after all we’ve been through.” Sophia sighs, and then turns to face the table, braces her hands on the edge of it. “You know you can still call me Sophy.”

One of the things that really sucks about breakups is the part where there are ripples out into the rest of your social circle as well. I have the feeling that Jopson and Sophia might have gotten along really well--but Jopson's loyalties are with Francis, and so he's been pulling back since the most recent breakup in an effort to, you know, not hurt Francis any more than Francis is already hurt. I think it's significant that Edward is allowed to see this interaction, to be honest--because this is insight into who Jopson is as a person when he's not working or submitting.

Ross has a firm handshake, and a bright smile. He’s dressed casually—jeans, and a tshirt—and Edward feels horribly, awfully overdressed.

Edward is not appreciating casualdom!JCR nearly as much as I would like him to, and this is really, really upsetting me, because I would like to appreciate casualdom!JCR a lot.

I also really, really appreciated the opportunity to include some platonic kink here, because platonic kink is really important to me too. Sometimes you’re just in it for the experience, you know? And there’s no additional emotional or sexual connection there.

“Some kind of a multi-tailed flogger,” Edward says. “Little polished leather cord knots on the ends? Punches like a son of a—er, it’s a fairly sharp sting.”

Look, I wanted to include a reference picture for this. I did some googling. I like this style of flogger. But in the course of my googling, I found out that Walmart sells a twenty four dollar version of this in the states (I’ve since been informed it’s a third party seller BUT IT THREW ME OKAY), and I'm too Canadian to handle this, I can barely even handle American Walmarts selling alcohol, okay? So there's just. There's just no pictures. Anyways, good ball end floggers start at about two hundred Canadian, and they punch pretty fucking hard.

Good, Edward thinks. “So, the shower. I went up to the hotel room, figuring, ah. You know. Strip naked, step under the water, all that. And that’s what you should imagine, because I opened the door to our room, and...well, yeah. I’m here.”

Edward is going to need to update his dirty talk game, because this is Not Great, buddy. It's Not Great. And, let's be honest here. I'm sure you have years and years of filthy stories. You're going to need to learn how to tell them, because Jopson will appreciate and value every single one.

Phew. That's it for this week! Chapter five, Aftercare, goes up next Friday, and it is the very last chapter, can you believe. That's not it for this verse, though--I'm starting work on the Tozer/Irving story that runs parallel to this story. There's also a Fitzier that takes places in six months' time (during the winter conference). I have things to say about that Gore, Le Vesconte, and Cracroft situation. I have a story about Peglar and Bridgens. I might have some things to say about Goodsir. I could talk about Edward Little and Thomas Jopson until my tongue falls off. I just have a lot of feelings about kink, okay? And we're very lucky with The Terror because we have an extremely rich background of source material, both historical and tv show.

And if you have questions or anything in the meantime, you can always drop me an ask on tumblr or Curious Cat.

See you next week!

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Faedom Week – Oct. 21st – Oct. 27th

Faedom Week lives! Time to get creative and have fun making things based on the Fae Tales verse by @not-poignant. Here are the prompts for each day of the event. For information, guidelines, and past submissions, visit the Faedom Week tumblr here.

PROMPTS:

Monday, Day 1: “History” OR “Alternate Universes”

Option 1: History

How does the past affect the characters? Is it the force of tradition and ritual, or a certain historical era? Does someone miss something they’ve lost, or maybe they’re healing from past wounds and finding new beginnings?

Option 2: Alternate Universes

There are infinite parallel universes. What would happen IF... one major choice was changed? Or what if the characters met someone from a different fandom? What if they were humans? Stuffed animals? Pop idols? Be creative - the sky’s the limit!

Tuesday, Day 2: “Intimacy” OR “Song”

Option 1: Intimacy

(noun) “Closeness, an intimate act, especially that involving sexual intercourse.” By popular demand, this prompt is about all things soft and gentle. Are the characters cuddling, exchanging gifts, slow dancing, making love? You decide!

Option 2: Song

For this prompt, let music inspire you. Feel free to choose a song lyric as your title, make a playlist, have a character sing something, etc. If you like, you can instead focus on the heartsong of a character and what it means to them.

Wednesday, Day 3: “Family” OR “Breathless”

Option 1: Family

Time to explore the characters’ relationships with their families. Perhaps someone sees their parents again, some siblings share some moments, or maybe it’s all about found family and the homes that characters create for themselves?

Option 2: Breathless

Rough sex and choking are only the tip of the iceberg. This prompt is to encourage you to let go and give in to your Id – to delve deep into BDSM, kink, and fetish.

Thursday, Day 4: “Green” OR “Under the Influence”

Option 1: Green

This prompt is about flowers, trees, and all things green and living. Feel free to seek inspiration in the Victorian flower language, the Celtic tree zodiac, or anything that grows in the lakes, rivers, and forests!

Option 2: Under the Influence

Maybe someone had one drink too many and hijinks ensued, or maybe the characters tried a new “substance”. What is messing with their grip on reality? This prompt is for anything related to drugs and/or alcohol.

Friday, Day 5: “Nostalgia”

For this day, pick a favorite quote/moment from a past story and work with that, whether it’s meta about why you love it, depicting it as art, rendering it from a different perspective, etc. You can use any of the completed Fae Tales stories.

Saturday, Day 6: Technical Challenge

A call to try something new – be it a new art style, genre, or technique. Build something. Make abstract or surrealist art. Write from a different POV. Any medium accepted (and encouraged)!

Sunday, Day 7: Free Day

If there was a scene you wanted to draw but never got the chance, a story you never got to write, or you’ve always wanted to see Gwyn in a tutu and need the push to create it – this is your chance! This Free Day is for anything made for Faedom Week that doesn’t quite fit the prompts, but you really wanted to make anyway! This is also a chance for late submissions and unfinished work made for Faedom Week.

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PG MM Anon Interpretation Collection - 16

💜💜💜🙏🏻🙏🏻PG INTERPRETATION OF MM ANON🙏🏻🙏🏻💜💜💜

101: Oct 29

MM ANON ……🎼” I think I’m turning Japanese “🎼…… japmeg?……… Mike&Harry cheer a win. …… “ Mike gets on with everyone old thing”……… “ bloody whingeing” …“ the balcony’s a problem Philip” …… “The sooner the better”……… “ Harry, we have a problem”!!…… “ A distraction would be useful”…… “ Wear out thy youth with shapeless idleness”…… no Wig-gle

💜💜🙏🏻🙏🏻THANK YOU DEAR MM ANOM🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻💜💜

I just had my flushot guys, l had them do it in my left arm so my right one would be hopefully good. It’s so awesome that our Public Health Nurses come and do them in the home for individuals like me! I am truly great full.

October 29/2019 1400 hrs CST

🎼” I think I’m turning Japanese “🎼 japmeg?

The Vapors song, Turning Japanese, the song lyrics are all about a couple, one has gone away and the other is obsessed with their photo to the photo they wish a doctor to take a picture of their loved one from the inside so they can see inside them as well. This reminds me of all the research done on Prince Harry to manipulate him. The chorus turning Japanese, to me , makes no sense. However, when asked, here is their explanation, that it is a love song about someone who lost their girlfriend and was going slowly crazy. Lead singer Dave Fenton said: “Turning Japanese is all the clichés about angst and youth and turning into something you didn’t expect to.“From VH-1 Special l know neither madam nor Harry love each other. This is a dysfunctional song about a dysfunctional relationship and the World Rugby Cup taking place in Japan. We Know Harry is going, oh my, is madam going to try and crash this???😘😫😫😫😫😩😩😩

Japmeg?

In addition to my other cheeky comments on this name there are a lot of references to this online. Near as l can figure out its some kind of music and or musician but definitely NOT madam! Is she going to just show up, gate crasher or demand to go to Japan with Harry?

Mike&Harry cheer a win. “ Mike gets on with everyone old thing”

We know Mike and Zara Tindall are already in Japan , Harry s cousin and her husband. Mike used to play rugby, perhaps you noticed the shape of his nose? It’s either a hockey 🏒 nose or a rugby 🏉 nose 🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂. They are going, l assume , to enjoy the finals game with Harry, as Harry is also headed off to 🇯🇵 Japan for it! Should be awesome for them. As long as japmeg robot does not gate crasher, to use her favourite word!! Mike Tindall is so congenial, in case madam does show up, he will distract her and talk over her. If nothing else, his size, if he is sat between them 🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂☺️🤣.

“ bloody whingeing”

Non-stop requests, demands, shows put on, complaining how tough her life is. The unmitigated gall, to film a poor me, nobody asks how l am, when hours, days , places she has just visited been many rapes and murders, people struggle to eel out growth and an existence. If you believe NOTHING OF THE PLOT , surely upon seeing this, you must say, how insular and narcissistic is she. If you do not, then l have pity for you and call you sugar.

“ the balcony’s a problem Philip”

If perchance, madam stays in the UK and attends Remembrance Services,there is a balcony appearance, HMTQ, is talking with PP on how best deal with this. I think her being so shut out at TTC she wouldn’t want near that balcony ever again, but this is a woman with no shame out to revenge and spoil every event!

“The sooner the better”

Awaiting details on Brexit and having those issues put to bed cannot come fast enough, the sooner the better! Once the country is secure, l truly believe HMTQ as she has always done, has put the people’s needs first. Then she will be freed up to press the buzzer on madam!

“ Harry, we have a problem”!!

I wonder if this is LG or someone else telling him that madam has made a scene and is insisting upon going to Japan with him. I can only imagine how furious Harry would be! Good thing Zara and Mike will be there. No solo trip , time away, she again forces herself into something he enjoys and does everything in her power to ruin everything for him.

“ A distraction would be useful”

Who needs a distraction, HARRY DOES, FROM MADAM!! Reading the previous clues, it’s sounding like she is headed for Japan as well, l hope l am completely 100% wrong on this riddle! But Harry does need a distraction, sounds like plans for a Japan to be it have soiled, but hopefully they can get something planned for him! Without her finding out!!!!

“ Wear out thy youth with shapeless idleness”

How well l know this phrase, permit me, the entire is so beautiful ,

Wear out Thy youth with shapeless idleness,But since thou lovest, love still and thrive therein, Even as I would when I to love begin. … Upon some book I love I’ll pray for thee. This is from the Bards , (Shakespeare) The Two Gentlemen of Verona, a much rarer choice MM ANON 👏. We wear out the health, time , love, when we are young, so much time wasted. I am melancholy with the years of lives madam has wasted, for our royal family, and everyone she has encountered, especially our Harry. But one can only thrive in true genuine love, not in lust, manipulated marriage, there has been no thriving for Harry, his family, none of us who care at all.

no Wig-gle

Madam always sports a wig, they vary in colour, shape, size, style and length. The mother of all wigs, meaning a whopper of one, she wore to the OYW opening, in the purple feauxmegnancy maternity dress. That wig was as though she was hiding inside it and l think she meant to, not knowing what her reception would be. I think we have YET to her her without her wearing a wig, or walking without her sassy wiggle, although sometimes she greatly exaggerates it.

My first thought when l read this was The Wiggles, hugely popular with the very young set, like Prince Louis’ age, costumes, music etc etc all very colourful and fun! They have been around forever, they have changed members, etc but air on. Tv channels and tour for live appearances. I don’t know if this is any of what you meant MM ANON but it took me back for some nice memories

Another possible is no wiggle room, meaning something is so tight , needs to be done perfectly at the perfect time to succeed. This is true, why l believe HMTQ has put the brakes on dealing fully with madam.

GSTQAOBC 🇨🇦

October 29/2019 1500 hrs CST

Thank you dear PG…..yes, Mike was a rugby player….he had his nose repaired…he is looking good…it’s going to be interesting…when is the article coming about her going to Japan? 3-2-1….much appreciated PG!😊💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜

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102: Oct 30

💜💜🙏🏻🙏🏻PG INTERPRETATION OF MM ANON #102 🙏🏻🙏🏻💜💜

MM Anon

MM ANON … 🎼”Saturday,Saturday,”🎼……” At the going down of the sun”……… ( Charity’s play shorts/long)…… SS Hedge it. ……… inside, deal or no deal…… 🎼”it’s quarter to three”🎼……… “EXISTING!! ‘boy is she f****living”…… “ “strip away the tears ‘and you have a heart of granite,ma’am”……… “ ones listening Mr Bond”…… “ Listen dip$h!t PR is everything!! EVERYTHING!!…… silent movie.

💜💜🙏🏻🙏🏻THANK YOU DEAR MM ANON🙏🏻🙏🏻💜💜

This is riddle interpretation number 102 for me, l celebrated the 100th riddle interpretation onOctober 28/2019 !

October 30/2019 1250 hrs CST

🎼”Saturday,Saturday,”🎼

This takes me away back! Saturday nights all right for fighting by Sir Elton John. I recently read he had to cancel some appearances, l do hope he recovers. This song is about, as young adults, the ultimate night of the week! Going out, drinking, dancing, fights of all sorts exacerbated by alcohol and other substances. The Rugby World Cup is this Saturday in Japan, check your time zone for match time! England 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁥󠁮󠁧󠁿 is matched South Africa 🇿🇦. Zara and Mike Tindall, HES a rugby veteran, Peter Phillips, her brother and Prince Harry are all due to attend! Great fun! In yesterday’s riddle there were hints, l hate to say this but l fear this clue is telling us of not the drunken weekend game type of fistfight, but her gate crashing and forcing herself into the mix, totally again destroying anything Harry finds join in. I pray l am wrong!!🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻

At the going down of the sun”

This is a line from the classic work , “For The Fallen” by Laurence Binyon. This is so often read during and around Remembrance Day, in the U.K. and the various services. It is on Remembrance Sunday, November 10/2019 🇬🇧 There is of course “In Flanders Field” also by John McRae, here in Canada . We are all called to remember the fallen and the veterans and their loved ones, Remembrance Day in Canada 🇨🇦 on November 11/2019.

We all signify our remembering by wearing the poppy put out by the legion. My father, who had trained for the medical corps during WWII saiid, the poppies often are lost, they slip off the coat easily, you look down and oh, my poppies gone. He used to say, that’s in remembering how quickly soldiers lost their mates , they were together fighting and in a moment they look and their fellow soldier was dead or mortally wounded. I implore each of you to take time out in Remembrance of what was given for all of our freedoms we take so incredibly for granted.

( Charity’s play shorts/long)

At this time of year, very common in Scotland and l am certain the U.K. as a whole, are pantos. Pantomime stage programs

This link is extremely helpful. https://www.tripsavvy.com/what-is-pantomime-or-panto-1661664

I remember one of the times l was in Scotland, there were signs everywhere for ceilidhs and pantos. I have had the pleasure of being at several of each. Ceilidhs , for those who don’t know is pronounced Kay-Lee, is wonderful dances with live authentic music, the Canadian Reel and many other group dances are soooo funny. At Balmoral they have the Ghilly’s ball. So much fun, of course l was NOT at that ceilidh😫😫😩😩. I do know, the pantos did raise money for charity.

Alas l truly believe MM ANON is referring more to the games the Sussex Foundation aka ‘charity’ is allegedly playing. Foundations as with any company, or person even has short term plans and long term plans. The short term of the foundation is to set it up, set a board of directors and be allegedly proper. The long term game, is ,only, money, money,money allegedly etc etc etc! This is where the financial law enforcements and forensic accountants can come in, if anything untoward occurs. They can check and any good forensic accountant worth their salt, can tell quite quickly that something is very off!

SS Hedge it.

Hedge can be funds to invest in, if you’re lucky, you can make scads of money. This is madams PR firm, Sunshine Sachs, such an oxymoron, I see the ☀️, beautiful, and PR in this case is NOT!

You can hedge your bets, it means you try something and there is more likely to be successful than not. So they are using PR because more likely than not it’s going to be effective!

inside, deal or no deal

Madam was a suitcase girl on the American, hosted by Canadian Howie Mendel, game show. I don’t know what her suitcase number was or if they switched them around. I do know, the ladies were dressed so slutty! Inside deal, like insider trading means you have access or come upon information that should have been kept confidential, and you use it to your favour. I am sure madam learned some pillow talk initially on the booty call. However, this makes me think, someone has sold her out and made a deal with LG or whichever part of his team is applicable.

There is an interview of a woman who arranged for the girls to be a golf caddy for charity. They were asking her about madam, she was talking very fast but she DEFINITELY said madam was a mother!

🎼”it’s quarter to three”🎼

This is Ol Blue Eyes, Mr Frank Sinatra, One For My Baby and One More For The Road. A fellow drinking his sorrows, past ladt call, the bar is empty but he’s still drinking telling his woe to the bartender. He has found himself a wordsmith, telling his tale and wanting the night not to but eventually will come to a close. This is a massive metaphor for a chapter in life closing and a new chapter, or perhaps even a new 📚, Opening!!! I hope and pray, Harry has sought comfort with his family, drinks with his mates, drinking to the end of this chapel of horrors and welcoming the new!! 🍻 Cheers Harry, all the best for 2020 untethered by this evil🙏🏻🙏🏻.

“EXISTING!! ‘boy is she f****living”

Oh yes, back to the poor me ITV video, waxing non-poetic🤣🤣🤣🤣😂😂 done by madam. She has received sympathy from the most bizarre places. The letter from Female MP’S of Parliament yesterday on the surface was shocking! LG you are f*******brilliant!! You’re so many steps ahead of her and she still thinks she in the win. ESPECIALLY, yesterday, after that unsigned, list of names was sent to Clarence House😂😂😂😂🤣🤣🤣, she was a cock on a walk preening her feathers, l have NO DOUBT! To have the gall to compare her life to exist and poor me, whilst standing on African soil, boggles the mind! Again,l say to those who don’t believe in a plot, just think, if HMTQ had done that? Imagine ANY OTHER SENIOR ROYAL!!!

She’s lining high on the hog, as farmers say, not lost for hobbies, fashion etc etc.

“strip away the tears ‘and you have a heart of granite,ma’am”

LG describing, what HMTQ already know, but just commenting on the heart of stone madam has. To have a heart of stone, means it’s cold, unfeeling, doesn’t work right as in the emotional function of the heart. She is the most well back narcissist, this is very very serious and has been for quite some time! She has cold eyes, cold heart, she is evil manifest.

“ ones listening Mr Bond”

Angela Kelly, HMTQ dresser and shoe worker inner😂😂🤣, has written a book, out today, l want it! She obviously has the approval of HMTQ and the book contains lovely information , is being serialized in the UK Hello, l hope the Canadian Hello has some! I LOVED LOVED LOVED, HMTQ appearance in the 2012 Olympic video with Daniel Craig as 007. This story is told in the book. I so wish l had it right now! HMTQ ROCKS!!!

I wonder if she, knowing has a cheeky sense of humour, has greeted LG in this fashion!! I would LOVE to be a fly on the wall! Not for secret information, but watching their interactions!

everything!! EVERYTHING!! PR is everything!! EVERYTHING!!

Madam is speaking to one of her many PR people. No proper manners, respectful treatment, nothing NOTHING matters to EXCEPT ATTENTION AND DESTROYING HARRY AND HIS FAMILY! Her backers intention is to breakdown HMTQ and the Monarchy! So PR PR PR LIES LIES LIES LIES 🤥 🤥 🤥!! There used to be an old saying, any press is good press as long as they spell your name right! The inherent narcissist that she is sweetly plays with the 3vil agenda because SHE WILL NOT 🛑 ✋ STOP! SHE WILL NEVER STOP WITH THE LIES! My favourite today, was Catherine, Duchess of Cambridge, given her supportive words to get through these hard press lies and attacks, that NEVER HAPPENED! BP made it clear, all issues with family are private! The press has only been telling a small part of the truth, they have lots more but have been holding back, l haven’t heard of any formal embargo. She and her team have been the ones constantly printing lies lies lies! Remember, if her name is first, ITS HER PR! If it’s about family private issues, ITS HER PR!

silent movie.

Sex video, no audio, many of them. Case closed! We know they exist, l have never and would never watch the filth l have been told exists in her past deeds. No kooky piano playing in the movie theatre as the classic silent films of days gone by.

October 30/2019 1410 hrs CST

Thank you dear PG! I love seeing your personality shining through…adds so much! Much appreciated…..102! 😊💜💜💜💜💜💜

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103: Oct 31

💜💜🙏🏻🙏🏻👻👻🎃PG INTERPRETATION OF MM ANON🎃👻👻🙏🏻🙏🏻💜💜

MM Anon

MM ANON ……… RS Halloween ……… a balcony too far…… 🎼72 green bottles walking through the Halls”🎼…… lobbing a constitutional embarrassment …… “What!!! colonial racism , bloody stupid tart”………… “ it’s the popular consensus Ma’am”…… “ and I thought Di was a manipulator “…… “Where IS she living Philip”?……” I’m coming, and that’s that!!”…… “ O $h!t, Harry’s just txt me”…… 👻👹🦄🦎👶🧣🧣🤫

💜💜🙏🏻🙏🏻THANK YOU MY DEAR MM ANON🙏🏻🙏🏻💜💜

👻 🎃 HAPPY HALLOWEEN 🎃👻

October 31/2019 1415 hrs CST RIDDLE NUMBER 103

RS Halloween

Is this Runescape Halloween?? Online gaming?? l know zillions play online games. Is there a contest between some of the adult royals? I think that would be so fun! Is there a Royal Society of Halloween 🎃?🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂😂🤣🤣🤣👻👻👻🎃🎃🎃 l am going to stick with William and Catherine madly having fun gaming when the wee ones are in bed. Fun times, great distraction from all the stress!!!

a balcony too far

The issue of the royal balcony, historically, they have been fabulous and everyone took their place as their royal status dictated. There was never ever a jostle for power in something so visual in my recollection. TTC balcony was so incredibly obvious that HMTQ had her back, front, side, all around her she was guarded from any contact with madam. Harry put her in her place by twice telling her to turn around as she tried to yammer at him whilst God Save The Queen, was being played. I still am furious how she slapped Harry’s leg in the carriage. So now we have upcoming Remembrance Sunday and other services, will she attend? Spoil things? Try to spoil things? Dress incredibly inappropriately? If she does indeed attend, will she be on the balcony? I read last night that the Royal family have united and will let her stand alone on the balcony like some autocratic leader soaking up attention from the crowd. Now that would never happen, HMTQ is far too reverent for that. There will be a real show if madam attends and is on the balcony. I await and see what the coming days will bring. I soooooo want to wake up one day, open my iPad to headlines filled with justice and details of filth let loose by all the media!!

🎼72 green bottles walking through the Halls”🎼

Is this the equivalent of 99 bottles of beer on the wall, and you sing it 98 more times until you get to the last bottle. My mum did not like the alcohol reference, we sang coke or Pepsi, love my mum, miss her madly💜💜💜💜😢💜💜💜💜. Sounds like madam is up to her hobbies big time. Rumours rampant, though nothing official from BP, that the split has already happened between madam and “H”🤣🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂, titles stripped and cash flow tap turned off. Believe what you will. Time will tell. I await a brief from BP.

lobbing a constitutional embarrassment

Lobbing, let’s review the meaning wiki , 1 : to let hang heavily : droop. 2 : to throw, hit, or propel easily or in a high arc. 3 : to direct (something such as a question or comment) so as to elicit a response. I think the last definition applies. The letter from 72 female members of Parliament sent a letter of solidarity to madam, sent to Clarence House, even though the Sussexes offices are at BP. The letter states “ Stories and headlines had sometimes “sought to cast aspersions about your character, without any good reason as far AS WE CAN SEE” the letter added “Even more concerning still, we are calling out what can only be described. as outdated, colonial undertones to some of these stories,“ the MPs continued, adding that this could not “be allowed to go unchallenged.”

Why? Names listed, no signatures, not even their electronic signatures. At whose behest was this done? LG brilliantly moving the chess pieces, always a few steps ahead of madam et al, et al means and others. I just realized l use et al, a lot and never explained to those who may not know the Latin. Or is this yet another attack on HMTQ and the a Monarchy? So many questions, everyone furious and stressed to the maximum, between Brexit, politics in the U.K. and the massively hated madams behaviour!

“What!!! colonial racism , bloody stupid tart”

Prince Philip is NOT amused by Holly Lynch, Labour Party MP taking the p*** out of HMTQ by sending that letter to Clarence House. It seems the is the head or charge of it as madam chose allegedly, to ring her from BP to thank her for all the support! Again l am taken back to when Sally Field won the Academy Award, onstage accepting her award, childlike crying voice”THEY LOVE ME, THEY REALLY LOVE ME” flipping narcissist that madam is. Pathetic and hilarious 🤣🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂😂🤣🤣😂😂. She thinks she has one up on the Crown 😂😂😂😂🤣🤣🤣🤣.

“ it’s the popular consensus Ma’am”

EVERYONE HATES MADAM!!! The polite British demeanour has not been pushed to the point of throwing rotten eggs 🥚 or tomatoes 🍅 YET! LG is telling HMTQ, the public general consensus or wishes are for madam to go! Titles stripped, money cut off and sent home!!! Justice will take its part in the future.

“ and I thought Di was a manipulator ““Where IS she living Philip”?

HMTQ and PP chatting, l picture them in lovely relaxed evening clothes, fire roaring, 🔥cocktails 🍸 ,📺 tv on and chatting. PP commenting his opinion about Diana, the People’s Princess . Then HMTQ is voicing what we ALL WANT TO KNOW!!!! Where has that hideous woman, who by the way comes with her own Halloween costumes daily with her sartorial(fashion) 👻 🎃 choices and the many, many faces she makes, pushing up her fake teeth 🦷 ,many many different wigs she wears, and occasionally as st OYW evening event, the wig wore her,😂😂😂😂😂🤣🤣🤣, clothing that never fit right and cost a fortune. Where does she live?? We KNOW FROGMORE COTTAGE has never be lived in by her or Harry. I would, as l have said several times, l would love to be a fly on the wall to their conversations! God bless you both🙏🏻.

” I’m coming, and that’s that!!”

Well la de frickin dah Rachel. She’s emboldened by the support from the whole British Parliament, in her narcissistic mind and she is coming to the Remembrance Services and I AM A ROYAL BUT I AM YOUR SISTER TOO🤢🤢🤮🤮🤮🤮, demanding her place on the balcony as her public awaits, handkerchief in hand, wiping fake tears, again “THEY LOv E ME, THEY REALLY LOVE ME, THEY ARE ALL HERE TO SEE ME ME ME ME ME”🤣🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂😂🤣🤣🤣🤣🤥🤥🤥🤣🤣🤣She has told LG in no uncertain terms SHE WILL BE THERE!!!

“ O $h!t, Harry’s just txt me”

Someone has just received a text from Harry and is surprised, but not on a good way to receive the text. Who would this be? His family would all be glad as would his mates. I can only conclude it’s madam, but why would Harry text her? Harry is in Japan having an awesome time with the Tindalls, cousins and cousin Peter and likely others at the Rugby World Cup finals. Did Harry drunk text her?? Sorry, this clue l cannot firmly say l think it’s…. hmmmm. Is it William, is Harry having panic or PTSD issues in Japan? I pray it’s nothing like that!! I can say for certain, the text and it’s contents were of concern and surprise by the recipient of the text.

👻👹🦄🦎👶🧣🧣🤫

The beautiful,awesome,beloved Cambridge family and their Halloween costumes. Catherine as a ghost, William as monster, Prince George as a lizard, Princess Charlotte as her favourite unicorn, baby Louis l can’t see a costume for him. The adults will have an adult Halloween 🎃 party after the little ones are in bed. They are keeping it private judging by the shushing emoji

and two scarfs😄😄😄😄🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂😂😂 keeping the scarfing tradition alive and well, madam will NOT be invited or even aware!! I hope they post photos of the costumes but it’s private family fun!

GSTQAOBC 🇨🇦

October 32/2019 1535 hrs CST

Wonderful! Thank you dear PG….you are such fun! Looks interesting. Much appreciated!😊💜💜💜💜💜💜💜👻

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104: Nov. 1

MM ANON … She Telegraphed it !!…… mechanically damaged 🤣🤣🤣……… rugby widow😭😭😭……alone on the Balcolonial …… “ Turn around re-play”…… wading through the Slush…… an American Psycho…… PR-int error ………🎼”God only knows “🎼…… 🧣🐓👯‍♀️🤔😭🤥……🎼”Wake up ,little ……… wake up“🎼…… “ I may wear purple Philip “…… “epic old thing ‘ that’ll p!$$ her orf “…… “hair of the DOG Harry”🤣🤣🤣”lets PARTY”……… 15-9 ……… “OK , give me £500”. …… $h!t, I’ve lost my phone!!……” OMG’ all those photos on it!!”

THANK YOU MM ANON

FRIDAY NOVEMBER 1/2019

2000hrs

She Telegraphed it !!

They say, especially with actors/actresses that if they don’t give 100% in their performance that they’re phoned it in’ example being Jeff Goldblum is the dinosaur films. This says telegraphed it. Madam had a ‘lunch interview’ hardly a serious on camera intense question, body language observed interview, with Bryony Gordon of The Telegraph newspaper. It was more of her fluff, pardon the pun, fluff word salads etc. Another pitiful performance!

mechanically damaged 🤣🤣🤣

Well the ‘stiff upper lip’ manner in which the British people live is internally damaging according to madam in the masterpiece ITV documentary, sure to win award after award. So l think, MM ANON is being extremely cheeky here, the being frozen out completely now from the Royal family, last public appearance with Harry has been done, and the narcissist robot has been mechanically damaged, internal process error, 🤖.🤣🤣🤣

rugby widow😭😭😭

I am sure madam is spitting nails at where her life is at now. Harry is off in Japan, back to his life, thank you God, watching the rugby with family and friends, while poor madam and archficial are left alone to weep. The term widow is often used where l live as golf widow. It can be any sport really where the male in the relationship attends or watches or plays and his female partner is left alone, hence the term widow.

alone on the Balcolonial …… “ Turn around re-play”

Well the letter of support from 72 female MP’s mentioned colonialism and referenced articles in newspapers about madam. Well that being the Royal family being colonialists, the balcony would be the summit expression of it according to that way of thinking. Well RD or RS, balcony appearance will be the Royal family. Since madam is not part of the family she will not be there. Now l was wrong about this before but l don’t think l am now. Madam, should she attempt a gate crash will be told to turn around, not by a Harry but by security staff!!

wading through the Slush

When the snow melts and gets all slushy and wet it’s perfect for a snowball fight and just makes the coolest sound when you wade is your Welles/rubbers. Slush here is capitalized, this has NOTHING AT ALL to do with snow. The forensics accountants l mentioned yesterday are probably long wading through her accounts. A Slush fund is reserve of money used for illicit purposes, especially political bribery. You can be darn sure madam has or had a number of these! Maybe they’re all tapped out, she’s skint , alone, things with Harry over…..oh please let this be the correct interpretation!!

an American Psycho

Treble Charger, wow MM ANON I am impressed!! This song was huge huge huge! All about the most narcissistic female, doing anything and everything, misdemeanour or felony, trying to get and keep fame. These lyrics perfectly absolutely perfectly fit madam!!!

PR-int error

PR , upper case, has madam’s PR sent something out for print that with all the lies, it’s EXTREMELY hard to keep track, but something so glaringly obviously contradicts things that have been said before?? Oh l would love to see THAT!! Lies do catch up you know that, don’t you Rachel?

🎼”God only knows “ 🎼

Two songs, Beach Boys, lyrics about how a relationship feelings last forever even if they are apart or break up. I read this as positive feelings but one could infer negative angry, vengeful l guess. There is a song, same title, by a Christian duo called For King and Country, the asking is a God the country is the musical style. The lyrics though, they so fit damaged people , how they choose to damage and inflict it onto others. Whichever song you chose MM ANON, either of these describe the realtor some degree and the individuals involved.

🧣🐓👯‍♀️🤔😭🤥

Okay scarf/scarfing, chicken/hen, two playboy bunnies, a pondering/ questioning face, crying massively, Pinocchio/ liar.

Madam has been scarfed or left out of the Japan trip, she’s the hen, imagining/wondering if Harry with other sexy women, crying inconsolably because she’s lost, lying , well she lies about every. Wondering what lies or how she can get to Japan, what lies can she tell to find out his hotel, show up there or get in at the Rugby.

🎼”Wake up ,little ……… wake up“🎼

The Everly Brothers, l saw a impersonation concert once it was awesome! Wake up little Suzy. This is from the 1950’s l think. A couple goes on a date to a drive-in movie and fall asleep, now they’re in big big trouble because their parents will think something hanky panky has gone on. Is madam wondering and steaming at the thought of a Harry having a fun weekend away? What he might get up to? Might a certain female be there? Ooooo l just imagine her fury!!

“ I may wear purple Philip “…… “epic old thing ‘ that’ll p!$$ her orf “

Again 🔥 fireside 🍸 cocktails conversation between HMTQ and PP. They are having a go at madam. All these cheeky references REALLY have me thinking it’s done, the marriage is done, this Sunday may be MOS Sunday release the hounds! HMTQ is jocular saying she will wear purple for RD/RS , as madame so insultingly wore purple to the OTW evening. PP chuckling and making the comment above. 🤣🤣😂😂

“hair of the DOG Harry”🤣🤣🤣”lets PARTY”……… 15-9 ……… “OK , give me £500”.

These all go together l think. The phrase hair of the dog that bit you, is abbreviated here, simply means if you’re drunk and hungover have a drink to fix the hsngiver🤣🤣😂😂. The weekend in a Japan is a party! FINALLY HARRY IS FREE!! The numbers probably are the wishes/bets on the final score with England 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁥󠁮󠁧󠁿 winning. I wonder, they wouldn’t bet against England. £500 whose giving and whose getting….l know on the days of unhappy people and fate there were so many rumours how long it would last most said not two years. I think there was a term degree bride? Three years? Am l right? I wonder if someone made a net with a Harry or amongst the cousins. I am HOPING this is so, because it would be yet another indication things were done and a Harry is free of her!!

$h!t, I’ve lost my phone!!……” OMG’ all those photos on it!!”

Again, MM ANON PLEASE let this all be leading to freedom!

Madam has ‘lost’ her phone and freaking out because all her filth was on there!!! Can you hear lady Justice?? No sympathy!

November 1/2019 2055 hrs CST

Thank you dear PG! As sick as you are, you can’t help yourself! We greatly appreciate this and you! You are so sweet! Now go and take care of yourself! We don’t want to wear you out! Love and prayers…..😊💜💜💜💜💜💜💜

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105: Nov. 2

MM ANON … “ You are part of this monarchy, you WILL adhere to its traditions”…… “ her past, so embarrassing!!”…… Rogue PR…… “we’ve “cleaned” her phone ma’am”…… “ I fear it’s still out there”…… promoting the impossible …… “ give this one to William” “ thank goodness we have one classic beauty,old thing “ …… “ is Charles thinking of leap-frogging to William ,Philip?”……” my teams made arrangements “…… “shut up!! It’s my Duty!!”…… 🎼” to dream the impossible dream “🎼……”total meltdown sweetie”

💜💜🙏🏻🙏🏻THANK YOU MM ANON🙏🏻🙏🏻💜💜

November 2/2019 1510 hrs CST RIDDLE #105

“ You are part of this monarchy, you WILL adhere to its traditions”

Notice what’s NOT said, family, you’re part of this Monarchy NOT you’re part of this family!! Very clear distinct difference. Until there is an annulment or divorce she has her role as Duchess of blah blah.

Madam has been hiding behind wigs, trees, apron strings, ANYTHING to avoid appearance in public at a public event because she is a coward. She lays and sets off the dynamite but wants no part of its after effects amongst the citizens. I spend many times wishing l were a fly on the wall but THIS oh oh l would pay money to have seen this scene. She is being told by LG, or quite possibly by the wordage and the way it’s phrased by HMTQ Herself, that she in no uncertain terms will attend public appearances for RS or RD services. Now she thinks this is all about her, this is about all of the Fallen , veterans, injured and their families. I think emotions are raw all around for people this time of year. I hope she is gone by then, but this could also refer to the NATO dinner in December. She needs to conduct herself accordingly. I think since her phone was cleaned, there is a fair bit more confidence in pushing her to do things, ultimately hoping a huge public moment of reality/embarrassment for her. The sad thing, a true narcissist is incapable of embarrassment, self pity absolutely, but not embarrassment!

“ her past, so embarrassing!!”

We don’t know , many years are missing/lost, what she did during those years. We do have enough knowledge of yachting, porn, disgusting acts, selling her body, heart, soul, filth beyond what any decent mind could fathom! Hobbies of all sorts, mostly allegedly outside the law. The normal woman would be ashamed and would be embarrassed by, as the speaker of these words is, but a true narcissist madam is, a million lies juggling all at once, l do not know how it’s kept straight, well it’s not that’s why there are always so many mistakes she makes.

Rogue PR

SS has been nothing if not Rogue, going where none have gone before. I dare say they may continue, and more insinuating lies be spread about our Royals. Be prepared, this fight is in the gutter, it rose from there, and will be sent back from whence it came.

“we’ve “cleaned” her phone ma’am”

LG informing HMTQ that madams lost phone was not lost at all but it decided to turn itself in🤣🤣😂😂. All that she kept on their has been removed aka cleaned. We have discussed this awhile ago. Amongst the world of the men in grey, there are many varied services they do. Cleaning or scrubbing a phone is one such service. Any incriminating recordings or photos or videos or emails or texts or stone tablets, EVERYTHING is cleaned off. Knowing they are not dealing with brightest tool in the shed, she probably didn’t back up her information.

“ I fear it’s still out there”

Whatever secret, private, perhaps sexual content video that was cleaned off the phone, HMTQ is still fearing a copy is still in someone’s possession. There is something specific of concern, l have no idea what it is, but it’s of high concern and worry that “it” still out there.

promoting the impossible

Promoting the happy marriage, just H🤣🤣🤣😂😂 and madam against the world. Well H is Prince Harry, his family has fully encircled him, and he is done being threatened by her and whatever was on her phone. SS is still at it, making madam ever the spontaneous soul who loves to flit like a hummingbird quietly to a charity bakery, using no gloves, making an interview from 18 months seem as though it were current but was not. Making it seem like lunch meeting in a restaurant when it wasn’t, it was in a room at the bakery. Never the truth, everything always twisted. Why must everything even such inconsequential things be lied about. BECAUSE the agenda and the person are evil.!Thats why!

“ give this one to William”

We have had this exact clue before. I can’t recall what l thought at the time, but l think having a sit down with madam, telling her face to face things are done, William would do very well and after all the lies madam allegedly spread about his marriage, l think he would take a certain amount of satisfaction in showing her from the palace door to the alleged paddy wagon.

“ thank goodness we have one classic beauty,old thing “ “ is Charles thinking of leap-frogging to William ,Philip?”

Again, my favourite scene, 🔥 fireplace lit, evening relaxing clothes, 📺 on, cocktails 🍸 in hand talking between HMTQ and PP. PP reflecting on the amazing blessing of having Catherine in the family, not just in the family but at William’s side, raising their family, such a solid level-headed woman. In them the future of the modern Monarchy is strong. HMTQ talking about Prince Charles passing over his being King going straight to William. This has been discussed before, initially because the public had a strong distaste for Camilla. That has settled now, she is accepted. Charles, his age, given all that has happened, may well be pondering the 21st century Monarchy needs William.

” my teams made arrangements “

LG team have made arrangements for what? To move madam? Pack her stuff up? Take her to Heathrow, put her on a plane? If she goes to America for their Thanksgiving, where would she go, she has no friends, Doria? Would she want to return to the U.K. after that, would they even let her in?? Doria, who now has 8 million in her bank account, why would she want saddled with madam?, she didn’t look after her as a child why would she now? Madam has ghosted anybody who actually loved and cared for her. It’s pathetically sad broken life. Legal issues, taxes?? And on and on, then of course there is the wee matter of alleged Treason, the of the body law, and any alleged procuring of females in those lost years.

“shut up!! It’s my Duty!!”

Harry , God bless you, has resumed duty. How fine did he look in a Japan, Prince Albert of Monaco, the Japanese Crown Prince Akishino, the son of the Emperor. I am in tears so happy, he looks so happy and well. I think he has gained back some weight and has rested. Now to this clue. It can only be madam he is talking to. She is yammering away at him, he telling her in no uncertain terms he will do his Duty! She is probably pleading to not have to attend RD or RS services, he has made his Duty clear! Of all things now to pick a fight over? When he missed a military attack anniversary and got roasted badly for that. He is clear headed now, and putting things right.

🎼” to dream the impossible dream “🎼

This is Ol Blue Eyes, My Way. Jerry Lewis used to always sing this at the end of the Labour Day MDS telethon, until he was deemed too old and not politically correct enough for the charity and after over 40 years raising hundreds and hundreds of millions of dollars,they yanked the annual telethon. I still am upset by that. Anyhow, if there every was a song for a narcissist the title My Way for sure. Everything at a cost of a country , Commonwealth, everything, lack of respect she has done her way!

As for Prince Harry, he probably thought this would go on forever and being free from her would be an impossible dream.

Well, l think we are so close to the end, l can taste it! I could not be happier! If l were a dog, my tail would be wagging!

”total meltdown sweetie”

Reality is going to hit her hard. She has nothing, no one, all her Hollywood friends were sycophants, her backers are filthy rich, they don’t care about her, she was a means to an end. That’s all she has ever been, years selling herself a means to some mans ending. Her mental status, likely is going to hit the wall. Total meltdown exactly. I hope it happens in America, they have phone lines there to get help.

November 2/2019

1635 hrs CST

Love this! We are making progress……her phone….too funny, thank you dear PG, so appreciate it….😊💜💜💜💜

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Nov.3

PG you have mail💜💜💜💜

MM/ ALLEGEDLY …… prayers and love 💜💜 you’re way pg. 💜💜💜💜💜💜 GWS.

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106: Nov. 3

MM ANON … ‘ and in the morning, we shall Booo!!!……… Mall-content. …… camera click ‘ I’m OK!!…… “ sit Harry with Melania??”………… a reduced detachment …… “ it’s in the Fine print M’lud”…… “ what!! a night of fruity duty” …… “6 of the 13 are solid!! “…… “ leapfrogging, not a chance old thing” …… “ the right order of things Philip” ……… “ my apologies for the interruption Ma’am”…… “ One should act post-haste”…… “ and keep Harry out of this”. ……… O’ Kate, I hear she got quite scwiffy Philip”.

💜💜🙏🏻🙏🏻THANK YOU MM ANON🙏🏻🙏🏻💜💜

Thank you for the message and kind words, message received and extremely appreciated.💜💜💜

November 3/2019 1245 hrs CST Riddle #105

‘ and in the morning, we shall Booo!!!

Is this booo as related to Halloween? Nope we are past that. Where and when will madam get booed?? The morning, what or when is her next morning appearance? The reason l am thinking the early morning RD sunrise service or other RS , is because the line up until the word Booo!!! Is from the classic Laurence Binyon’s For The Fallen, it was in a previous riddle. Will it be RS, gosh that would be awfully disrespectful to the fallen. I don’t know, but l like it!! Sign me up, l shall boooo, l have plenty of time🤣🤣🤣😂😂.

Mall-content.

Malcontent, that’s such a great underused word. a person who is dissatisfied and rebellious, dissatisfied and complaining or making trouble. Who does this sound like? Here MM ANON has given us MALL -content. Content is being peaceful, relaxed, satisfied in the moment. The MALL is the great long road leading to Buckingham Palace. There is plenty more online, if you’re interested in learning or even travelling there. Suffice to say it’s an important street and the royal and horse processions always go along the Mall. Now it’s not pronounce mall as in North American shopping malls, it’s more of a Mael(Strom) how the first part of that word is pronounced. Put together MALL and being content, peaceful , can mean only one thing to me MADAM WILL NOT BE IN THE CARRIAGE HORSE PROCESSION ON RS!!!!!😊😊😊☺️😊😊😊

camera click ‘ I’m OK!!

Madams non public appearance at the bakery . She needs publicity like she needs air, more sometimes l think. Has someone taken her photo and an article that she’s ok, upper case double exclamation mark? I think MM ANON yet again is being cheeky. We saw an abundance, a plethora of photos of Harry in Japan and they all looked fantastic. He looks like our Harry again!!! Gorgeous, no make that handsome in that blue suit, oh my, l am all a flutter!! Believe nothing about that I’m married comment! THST he said to the student who called him handsome!🧐😏And his time spent with Para-athletes, more casual but ever so important to him.

“ sit Harry with Melania??”

This is reference to the NATO banquet in December when President and Mrs Trump will attend, along with other NATO leaders, a dinner that HMTQ will host. Oh l can hardly wait to see the gowns and JEWELRY!! Sounds like Harry will be seated next to Mrs.Trump. No mention of madam. WHOO HOO!!!! Heaven knows where she will be then and only Heaven can help her soul.

a reduced detachment

Detachment has several meanings but the one that applies here l believe is, group of troops, aircraft, or ships sent away on a separate mission. Each year, RD or RS , the number of veterans who saw and went through the horrors of WWII lessen, as they pass away. Each year, we lose current veterans of Iraq, Bosnia, Syria, many conflicts where British and Commonwealth troops served, have served, or currently serve. Those that return many suffer physical losses of limbs or something else, suffer injuries causing TBI, traumatic brain injury and/or PTSD, post traumatic stress disorder. We lose many to suicide each and every day. Harry lost his close veteran Jules Roberts to suicide and this year will be his first RS, RD mourning that loss.

“ it’s in the Fine print M’lud”

Anytime you sign anything, credit card/atm application, insurance papers, anything legal, there is always fine print, often so tiny it seems you’re not meant to actually read it🤣🤣😂😂. This is a way some companies get out of providing services, ie mobile phone contracts here a few years ago, they got away with exorbitant fees to change phones, plans etc. So someone is talking to a Lord, likely LG, saying something of importance has been noted in the fine print, but of what document? Is it treason charges?Is it her VISA to stay in the U.K.? Is it the legal papers being drawn up for charges? Is it a contract she signed, didn’t read and they have her in a bind now? Is this the legal annulment, with the evidence they gathered from madams phone? The fine print of in the laws of annulment of marriage in the U.K. Anyone have time or ability to search that out?

“ what!! a night of fruity duty”

I wonder if the Cambridge children went trick or treating at Gan Gan’s. I can only imagine them in their costumes, all excited! Next year, hopefully Prince Louis will be old enough to enjoy the fun!

This clue, the sentence structure is rhetorical. As if someone is being asked to do something , that the person asking them knows they are not keen on keen to do. The term fruity duty , for some reason makes me think child care. 🍉 fruit no wine, duty as in childcare. Or madam loves her pink water, is someone not interested in spending time with her, as that would only be a duty.

“6 of the 13 are solid!! “

This makes me think of evidence, jury deciding something, they always have an extra. Solid in their vote or judicial opinion favouring the writer. I wonder if this is in terms of Treason law or annulment law in the U.K. Whatever was cleaned from madams mobile, is it clear evidence of the plot, plan to manipulate marriage? I think they have found something they needed to fulfill the a Treason charge, allegedly as well! From English Treason law “

An alien resident in the United Kingdom owes allegiance to the Crown, and may be prosecuted for high treason. The only exception is an enemy lawful combatant in wartime, e.g. a uniformed enemy soldier on British territory.” I cannot access what l need, but l am very certain this is some sort of judicial committee whose votes are needed for a Treason charges! It is being stated here, with multiple exclamation marks the number of yea votes are solid, meaning secure on the side of the Crown, in this case.

“ leapfrogging, not a chance old thing” …… “ the right order of things Philip” ……… “ my apologies for the interruption Ma’am”

Oh MM ANON, you know l love these. Again, come along with me and my imagination. It’s cold evening, 🔥 fire lit, comfy yet very elegant relaxing evening clothes, l picture HMTQ in a velvet cozy shawl over her knees, hopefully, purple! She and her husband are talking things over. Discussing, as was in yesterday’s riddle, bumping PC out of order of succession and going straight to crowning William as King, when the time comes. HMTQ has, her entire reign, held fast to protocol, in all matters with the exception of lower the flag to half staff when Diana died and bowing her head at her casket was driven by. Sounds like whoever’s idea that was, they have duly pondered and discussed it and there will be no change in the order of ascending the throne. Someone interrupts them, asking for/ or needing HMTQ’s attention. I think it has to be LG.

“ One should act post-haste”

LG has arrived and informed her/updated HMTQ of what was found in the fine print. The term post haste comes from the mid 16th century: from the direction ‘haste, post, haste’, formerly given on letters it means to act or react to something with haste, act immediately with great speed. So they have a limited window of time to respond or act to what was noted in the fine print.

“ and keep Harry out of this”.

Harry is to be kept out of any treasonous possible, or any legal charges that may be pending, allegedly. Harry has been through enough! They want him healing and recovering. HMTQ does not want his name to appear anywhere near madams allegedly plotting and scheming and alleged financial crimes. Thinking especially in regards to the newly minted Sussex Foundation! There are so many rabbit holes l could go down due to the extreme level of complications of who madam has allegedly been involved with and various allegedly financial misdeeds on both sides of the ocean.

O’ Kate, I hear she got quite scwiffy Philip”.

I burst out laughing when l read this🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂🤣🤣🤣. Still chuckling! There must have been an awesome, adults only, after trick or treating, scarfing madam, Halloween party because scwiffy, 🤣🤣🤣🤣😂😂🤣🤣 is tipsy/drunk but not passed out drunk. Good for you Catherine, you deserve it after your stressful trip, the stress of everyday plus the worst, dealing with madam and watching Harry fall apart . I am trying to picture our elegant, Received Pronunciation speaking Catherine tipsy, 🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂.

GSTQAOBC 🇨🇦

November 3/2019 1420 hrs CST

Thank you dear PG! Sounds like progress….sounds like she will appear at RD..no carriage….and a balcony appearance….alone! Much appreciated, you work so hard for us!💜💜💜💜💜

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107: Nov 4

MM ANON …… RD,will she ‘won’t she?…… a Congressional offer…… The foundations support …… 🎼” don’t stop thinking about tomorrow”🎼………a bit LAX of her…… W&Ks PR assault …“ the popularity of the children your Highness”……” Popular!! we call it “Charlottes Web 🤣🤣”……” it’s the future direction ma’am”…… “she imploded ma’am ,end of!! “…… “ Christmas!! A family portrait ma’am , only the family “…… “ it’s exciting Philip ‘ a new chapter “…… “any cream caramel left old thing”. … tut tut,dyspepsia Philip”

💜💜🙏🏻🙏🏻THANK YOU MM ANON🙏🏻🙏🏻💜💜

November 4/2019 1140 hrs CST. Riddle #106

As Yoda would say, challenging more and more becoming are your riddles MM ANON and I LIKE IT😁😁😁😁

RD,will she ‘won’t she?

Ahh the question we all want to know. Will madam face the public , attend services or ceremonies and risk being booed. I still cannot see a public booing at such somber days when we are to remember the fallen. On November 10th, l read HMTQ will view the services from the Foreign and Commonwealth Office building balcony. Perhaps this is how they got around a balcony appearance by madam! Brilliant!

a Congressional offer

The American federal government is made up of three co-equal parts. They are the Executive, (President and about 5,000,000 workers) the Legislative (Senate and House of Representatives) and the Judicial (Supreme Court and lower Courts). Currently, although it’s not in my time right now to follow but they are in a tumultuous impeachment process. I am not sure of any of the particulars. So what would the Congress have to offer the U.K. especially while their own country needs them paying attention. Is this in regards to Brexit? I have, and l try not to do this, but l have looked all over online, l can find nothing if an offer of this nature, recently. Has an offer been made regarding madams charges or custody? Again the Congress would not be involved in this. Sorry kids, l just don’t know. I am assuming this is the U.S. Congress, maybe l shouldn’t.

The light went on, sometimes when l am stuck, if l read it out loud it comes to me, as now. The EU, 🇪🇺 European Union as a political Assembly of local and regional elected representatives, the Congress is the voice of Europe’s 200,000 regions and municipalities. It promotes the strengthening of local and regional democracy in all Council of Europe member States.

The EU won’t decide on a Brexit extension until next week, as it waits for MPs in Westminster to decide on Prime Minister Boris Johnson’s call for a snap election, senior EU officials and diplomats said Friday.The bloc has agreed on the need to delay the current October 31 deadline, but there is still disagreement over how much time. EU Council President Donald Tusk has called for granting the extension requested by Boris a Johnson in accordance with U.K. law, until January 31, but French President Emmanuel Macron has pressed for a shorter delay to keep strong pressure on Britain to ratify the Brexit Withdrawal Agreement.

The foundations support

The royal foundations all of them, support so many charities. I was absolutely fascinated to learn on 🐼 blog last night that HMTQ registered the Sussex name several years ago in planning for when Prince Harry married but after, the day after madam showed alleged baby Archie in SA, the registration was cancelled/went dead as it’s called. That was the lady but of the treason allegedly. Wonder why Harry didn’t use the drool cloth? DNA, Baby drool all over his hand!!

Especially at this time of year, it’s the hardest time for those in need. Once madam is gone, Harry will be readied to the Royal Foundation. None of his patronage’s have been removed from him, another sign he was aligned with his family. I am certain her title and all patronage’s will be stripped. How happy with the British Theatre 🎭 be!!! Oh Happy Days!

🎼” don’t stop thinking about tomorrow”🎼

Again we have Fleetwood MAC and Clinton presidential theme song. MM ANON is reminding us, don’t lose heart, we are nearly there! Keep chin up, focused on tomorrow! I am not sure if it’s LITERALLY tomorrow, although l would not complain. I think very very soon!!

a bit LAX of her

Lax can mean lazy, not bothering with details, this does describe a certain someone. However, LAX is the airport in Los Angeles,California . So will she indeed be going “home” for Christmas? Will she take archificial with her so he can experience his first American thanksgiving holiday? I wonder if she will be captured accidentally oops l rant hired Splash news to paparazzi her as she has done before?? She will be so glad to get away from the mean Brits but does she have a place to go? So sad reality, such a wasted life.

W&Ks PR assault

They don’t need TO PAY for any PR. They are loved as are their children. Even the smallest most normal thing as shopping for Halloween costumes makes the news. I think this refers to the assault that launched on them, and poor Rose Hanbury by association by , let’s face it, l don’t need evidence nor do l need to say who has that much jealousy driven hatred to do something like that.

“ the popularity of the children your Highness”

Someone speaking to either a Prince William or Duchess Catherine exclaiming the over the top love and popularity of these three lovies!!💜💜💜!!! They get asked about them seemingly every appearance. Any photos that are shared are wildly popular. I most especially adore that Catherine is such a fantastic photographer. The first bsby photos were taken by her, you see them from the mother’s loving eye, just makes them so much more special!

” Popular!! we call it “Charlottes Web 🤣🤣”

In HMTQ’s annual Christmas message, l am certain there will be video of the Cambridge children in it. in it. Charlottes Web in a favourite of mine, and many, children’s book by E.B.White. Read it with your children and grandchildren, it’s lovely. This is referencing what used to be called the World Wide Web, the internet, then the net, now its online. Each child has their own page on the official royal website. It’s amazing, with that, twitter, instagram, they are completely a 21st royal family! Sounding like Charlotte is a bit controlling of the devices, seeing herself online, thinks it’s made just for her!! And so she should😁 🤣🤣😂😂🤣🤣 Love those children💜💜💜

” it’s the future direction ma’am”

As stated above, the digital world is here and only becoming more important. Soon we will have things never even thought of today. I should have put these three clues together, oh well. This will be a thoroughly 21st King and Queen when the time comes but for now they are as modern as can be whilst retaining tradition and family. It’s truly astounding, l have no idea how they manage it and it all seems so natural. That’s the key, knowing a balance and the public love them all the more because of it.

“she imploded ma’am ,end of!! “

When given the news that she was done, being removed, and not given a VISA to return to England or perhaps not permitted to leave the U.K. for alleged charges filed or pending, l can only imagine. Justice will be served. We can all sort of visualize in our heads what that might be like, l highly think she will need urgent psychiatric hospitalization, she will fracture, truly fracture mentally. This is LG reporting to HMTQ what happened. This may have already happened for all we know!! Seems her mobile phone turning itself in and getting immunity for giving evidence against her🤣🤣😂 was the last bit they needed.

“ Christmas!! A family portrait ma’am , only the family “

Yes , a royal Christmas portrait, only the family, no madam. I love how easily she was airbrushed out of Prince Louis’ Christening photo by an anon that did that on 🐼 blog! This will be a joyous Christmas for our royals!!! Planning Christmas, her annual message on Christmas Day and a new photo for all of us! Oh wait, might this be a painting? The word portrait, no way there would be time for a painting by Christmas, silly me! Is it LG that is proposing this? I say they should include him, at the back, plenty of bald Windsor’s, he would look right in place🤣🤣😂😂.

“ it’s exciting Philip ‘ a new chapter “”any cream caramel left old thing”. tut tut,dyspepsia Philip”

Again, my favourite, HMTQ and PP, talking over the days events, l know you’re getting sick of me setting the scene but fireplace lit🔥 , comfortable clothes, tv 📺 on, cocktails 🍸. HMTQ so pleased, relieved and happy that this vicegrip hell hold is nearly done, she already knows when the end is. Just looking forward to the fresh new chapter, letting the justice system care for madam and her backers. PP hankering for a repeat of pudding but she tut tuts him on it. Marvellous end to the riddle, MM ANON, marvellous and full of hope!!! GSTQAOBC 🇨🇦

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What is a Reverse Big Bang?

A Reverse Big Bang is literally a reverse of the Big Bang challenges you may have come across in the past (such as Hobbit Big Bang, for example). The participating artists create a piece of art, which is posted anonymously for authors to view and claim. The authors will then write a fic based on the art they chose.

What kind of artwork/story is eligible?

Hobbit, Silm, LotR, HoME, whatever takes your fancy, be it movies or book-canon ;)

This challenge is open to all characters, genres and ratings, as long as there is a clear link to Tolkien’s mythos.

OCs are welcome, although crossovers are not currently permitted.

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sushilabassyear1fmp · 3 years

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Final and additional experiments

Hand embroidery (early sample)

This sample took a long time to do, perhaps 5 hours causally on and off which is already far too long to be worth doing for a final piece. For this experiment I wanted to layer the printed text with some embroidery to make the piece crowded and uncomfortable which I believe it successfully did do. Aart from time being an issue moving forward another issue is it is a bit too neat, while I wanted to hand sew so that It would be personal I and to be a bit freer with the text, when I hand sew it feels like it had to be perfect when I would want my text to be rougher to show a quickly written note, not a neat perfect note. Because of this I will try to use machine embroidery, I will have a lot less control of the machine which should help me create a rougher piece. On this sample I also tried out embellishing a gold coin onto the fabric, this worked but I will push it further in a future sample and experiment more with how much of it is covered and showing.

Advanced embellishments

Here I pushed what I did in my last sample further, I tried a few methods of getting the coins stuck onto the fabric, one of them is too neat and uniform I want them to be freer and much more random, they must be secure so that the coins don’t fall out but also have enough of the gold showing to make it obvious what it is which this sample shows well.

Machine embroidery

I wanted to basically recreate what I did by hand on the machine, this was a lot freer and rougher like I predicted but it was also a lot faster which will be a huge benefit going into my final making weeks. I will maybe write a bit smaller on my final as the text seems a bit large and maybe too legible right now, however this is easily fixable In my final.

Overlaying fabric choices and experiments.

I have 3 main options for an overlay fabric, netting which is white and has small but obvious holes in it. Tulle which would be either off white or white which is see through all over, soft and delicate or organza which is finer than tulle but less soft while keeping the delicate nature. I want to try the hand applique and sublimation printing on each fabric to test the use of these fabrics and weather they are useful for my final garment. The fabric has to show layers well as that is the intention for the final and it needs to take well to being hand embroidered on to be useful on my final.

The netting and organza took well to he hand embellishing, the method for hand embellishment which would be most delicate is when I sew only a small amount of the petal instead of going all around the petal with stitching, this still holds the petal without being bulky and ruining the look. This will also leave the petals hanging a bit which goes with the petals falling idea for my final. The tulle did not take well to the embellishment so it is knocked out of the running. Next I printed onto the 2 remaining fabrics, an idea which only occurred in the print room, both are synthetic which is good as technically the dye should stick but I was concerned that like with the big green nets that I put through the press a few weeks ago I was concerned that the fabrics would shrink or melt. However both of them did well when I put them in initially just to flatten them out, next I printed petal emblems on them. The netting had an interesting effect as there are considerably big gaps between strands it created and interesting negative space appearance which was not what I was looking for. The organza however did very well, it was delicate but oddly bold, you can layer more than one on top each other and it creates an effect with a lot of depth.

Final piece.

Making

What I thought would be a small task ended up taking 4 times as long as I thought it would. In practice I didn’t come across any major issues but when it came to the final everything went wrong.

The bobbin kept catching on itself which lead to a build up of thread on the inside of the garment, while this isn’t an aesthetic issue it did create some technical issues as the needle struggled not to get caught on it, this made the lettering a bit rougher than intended but as the idea of the text was a bit rough looking it isn’t too noticeable. To cover the roughed up fabric from the unpicking I add words over it so that is isn’t obvious that there is faulty fabric underneath.

A mistake I made In the final which didn’t happen in my samples was a oversight on my behalf, I sewed the top right of the bodice to the middle thought the embroidered lettering, this ruined the fabric when I unpicked it, the unpicking took about 2 hours as it was detailed and layered stitching which is not easy to undo especially when working with the fabric I was using. This set me back a day so I took 2 days of work (on and off) to finish the bodice machine embroidery. After that getting the machine embroidery done it is time to add the embellishment by hand, I add several gold coins wrapping in dark thread spread as randomly (and strategically) as possible to make it look natural and not have one side too gold heavy.

With the front panel of the bodice done I added the invisible zip into the back 2 panels before sewing the bodice all together (I will find out this is a mistake in the future) with half the zip in I then sew the darts for the back pieces and sew the bodice panels together, once this is done I do the same with the skirt panels. After the skirt panels are done I add the overskirts to the base skirt at the waist. Once that is done I am ready to attach the skirt to the bodice.

I notice that there is spare fabric in the bodice and it wont fit into the skirt, I thought I would overcome this by making sure I used my full seam allowance for the bodice however this didn’t solve this issue so I made the darts in the back panel bigger to use the extra fabric. Once I added the waist seam I then tried to add the bottom of the zip to the skirt which should have worked in theory however it was time consuming to make it match up and fit, it didn’t help that I was using a straight foot to sew the zip in instead of the zipper foot, the zip broke and I had to take it out which took a long time and messed up the fabric (as previously mentioned the fabric doesn’t take well to being unpicked) I decide to wait to see my tutor before putting another zip in and move on to the hem of the skirt, sleeves and neckline. While it pins flat, when I sew it all the hems pucker a bit (quite majorly on the neck) and I decide to hold off calling the garment finished until I can confer with my tutor.

Friday 14th May 2021.

14th of May

Friday schedule.

10-12 industrial machine induction.

12-1 overlock seems and organza.

2-3 add zip

3-4 facing for neck and sleeves.

4-5 sketchbook printing

5.30-7.30 blog write ups, plan sketchbook pages and scan in finished sketchbook pages ready for final submission.

Of this list I achieved everything before 3pm, I also had help from the pattern cutting tutor to make a facing for Tuesday, I will cut the fabric over the weekend and I will bring it in on Tuesday so that I can be taught how to add a facing. I didn’t get any sketchbook work done but I will prepare images to print on Tuesday. I have also managed to scan the first few finished pages in ready to be put on the pdf.

Additional planning

To insure l stay on top of everting l make sure to makes small manageable lists to help motivate me and keep track of what needs doing and when

Finishing’s.

As the edges were rather rough after a talk with the tutors we decided to overlock all the edges which meant undoing the original hem and we also added another invisible zip where the first one broke. After this was all done the piece looked a lot cleaner. In future I would overlock all edges on the inside of my seems and hem edges, this stops fraying and gives a clearer finish.

As my organza layers frayed a lot too I had those overlocked, the effect is prominent but it adds to the design. The effect of the overlocking is that the edges of the organza looks like a flower petal which matches the rest of my floral themed garment, the overlocking didn’t make the piece look too bulky as it was done on the mini overlocker which sews smaller. The stiches didn’t add too much weight to the hem either meaning the layers still float and are not held down by the hem which was another worry.

Last 2 weeks detailed schedule.

Friday 14th – After university – plan the next few weeks. Add to final evaluation.

Weekend – mostly blog and maybe look for photoshoot locations.

Saturday 15th – Blog day. 4 hours at least of intense blogging. Upload sketchbook pages to tumblr. Cut out facing.

Sunday 16th - 2 hours of blog making changes as discussed with tutors and 2 pages of sketchbook plus plan a few sketchbook pages.

Monday 17th – Official photoshoot plan with write up to back up decision. Prep images for printing for sketchbook.

Tuesday 18th – Get Paula’s help with sewing the facing in. Photograph final garment on mannequin and maybe shoot in front of university if there is a suitable location. Print images for sketchbook and scan in more pages for pdf.

Wednesday 19th – Food shopping so not much university work.

Thursday 20th – Photoshoot if not done. Finalise evaluation. Finish sketchbook.

Friday 21st – Edit final photos. Hand in all physical work if done. Work on blog.

Saturday 22nd – blog

Sunday 23rd – blog

Monday 24th - hand in digital.

Making continued

Tuesday 18th

I sewed the facing in, had the hem finished, had the last of the seams overlocked. This was a fairly quick process. Now it is done i can begin to properly prepare for my photoshoot.

Most of my blog was finished yesterday at home so today i printed images for my sketchbook and i will hopefully get around 5 or so pages done by 10pm tonight including pages with fashion roughs.

As for the rest of the week l will take a break on the Wednesday part from doing the photoshoot. Thursday l will make progress on m sketchbook and prepare printing for my sketchbook to do on Friday. On Friday l will hand in my final garment and final sketchbook after scanning it in ready for my digital submission which l will have ready for Monday.

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tonystarktogo · 7 years

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Submission by @reioka

So I see you like WIW. Please accept this garbage:

Bucky and Natasha are famous Russian ballet dancers and, secretly, famous Russian assassins. They dance Thursday, Friday, Saturday, and Sunday, and work one job each week on Mondays. It’s all very meticulous. Sometimes it’s hard to tell which job they enjoy more.

One Friday, after the beginning of a season of The Sleeping Beauty, they each receive a fan letter. This isn’t unusual for them—they’re excellent dancers, so they often get fan letters. But these… these are somehow gushing without feeling like they’re being put up on pedestals. Natasha hesitates before folding the letter up and putting it carefully in the little box that she’s kept that holds her precious things. Bucky scoffs and rolls his eyes at her, but she refuses to take it back out.

Everyone tells her she’s beautiful. The writer of her letter tells her that her leaps and bounds look effortless. That is—the greatest compliment she’s ever been given. She likes her skills being complimented, not just her looks. Bucky is used to being told he’s strong and handsome, but the writer of his letter tells him he appreciates his control and the finesse of his moves. He’s so used to being a second thought with Natasha on stage, but the writer makes him feel important, like he isn’t as easily replaced as he technically is.

The next night another letter comes for each of them. More praise. More gushing. Even Bucky is reluctantly enamored. Natasha takes his letters and puts them in her box too. The letters keep coming. They fall a little bit in love with the letter writer as time goes on. They wish they could send him something in return, but whoever it is only signs his name as ‘Ballet Aficionado.’ Instead they work harder, perfect their moves better, and the letters wax poetic about how it’s obvious they’re putting in more effort.

As the season draws to a close, the letters take on a depressed tone. The writer talks about how he’ll miss them, how he hates to lose the beauty they bring to his life. Bucky and Natasha worry and fret through practice, through assassinations, through restless, sleepless nights. They try to find the letter writer, but when they finally catch the courier that delivers them, she stutters out that she—she doesn’t know who the writer is, another boy delivers the letter to her, and when they go for the boy, he has the same story—another boy delivers the letters to him. Their mysterious Aficionado is like a ghost.

The finale of the show comes. The theater is packed. Bucky and Natasha dance their hearts out for their letter writer—they know he is there, know he is watching, and they want to make sure the last performance goes beautifully for him. They take their bows with the rest of the dancers and hurry back to their dressing room. There are letters waiting, like they’d expected. Natasha sobs over the beautiful goodbye she’s given. Their precious Aficionado had never called her beautiful, but now he does—tells her that her dancing is only half as beautiful as she is as a person. Bucky clenches his jaw and fights back tears of his own when Aficionado tells him that he appreciates all his subtle power, and he hopes that someday the rest of the world will appreciate it too.

The ‘goodbye’ written at the end is different from the others, hitched, as if a verbal sob had somehow been written. Natasha delicately slips the letters into the box, hands shaking. She doesn’t think they’ve ever received such a final goodbye from someone. At least not from someone who wanted nothing from them in return.

They don’t have time to linger on Aficionado. They have a job to do, some rich boy who spends all his time drunk and fritters away his company’s profits. Breaking into his hotel room is easy, and they hate that they don’t even have to try; they want something to challenge them, take their minds off the fact that perhaps the most romantic person in their lives is gone forever and they never even got to meet him. They snoop around the room instead, waiting for their victim to return from a night of drinking like he always does—and Bucky finds a wastebasket full of crumpled papers—crumpled letters.

All of them are smeared, some of them smelling of cheap alcohol, some of them damp from what looks like teardrops. He recognizes the words, the phrases. Praise for a perfect adagio, an ode to their pirouettes, constructive criticism for lifts. Bucky shoves his knuckles into his mouth, teeth biting into the skin, but the wounded, mournful sound escapes his lips anyway. “Natasha.” Natasha starts looking through the wastebasket as well, tears rolling down her cheeks, because oh, oh no, this man is the one who sent them the letters, ones they realized too late were actually love letters, his heart and soul being poured out to them, whose heart is so fragile, and someone wants him dead.

Tony Stark arrives, stumbling drunk, manages to give them a confused squint before saying, “Oh, right, you must be here to kill me,” and he sounds sad and resigned, but not angry or upset about it. Bucky bullies him over to the bed, and when he falls backward onto it, Natasha kneels and unties his shoes, pulls them off, as Bucky carefully unbuttons Tony’s shirt and pulls it off as well. “Oh,” Tony says, confused but not put off. “Pity fuck for the guy that creeped on you?? I accept. If I’m not so drunk that I can’t get it up.”

And that—that’s so heartbreaking, that he thinks it would be a pity fuck and that they think he’s creepy, after all the pretty words and thoughts he spilled to them. “Aw, I am too drunk,” Tony says sadly. “Will you kiss me before you kill me, at least?” And Natasha and Bucky share a look before quietly agreeing. Tony smiles and makes grabby hands. The kisses they get from him are surprisingly soft and sweet, and he never leans in for more, just taking what they’re willing to offer him. “It’s nice of you to give a dying man one last wish,” he says, smiling at them guilelessly, before promptly passing out.

“…WELL,” Natasha snaps at Bucky. Bucky rolls his eyes and carefully scoops Tony up. They keep him in their tiny apartment until they can find out who wanted him killed. Tony gives them sad eyes when they tell him “Obadiah Stane” but he isn’t surprised. “And you were just going to let us kill you?” Natasha asks one day, even though she doesn’t want to know the answer, and Bucky stops chopping beets to hear what Tony says. “Why fight it? This isn’t the first time Obie tried to have me killed. And as much as I’d like to be able to say it, I can’t beat the Winter Soldier and Black Widow. Besides.” He smiles down at his hands sadly. “You two are young and beautiful and talented. Why would you ever want me.”

And they stare at him, this poor man who thinks he’s not worth wanting, not even worth being saved, who had poured his heart and soul into making them feel wonderful, not expecting anything in return. They haven’t kissed him since they brought him here a few weeks ago, but he hadn’t asked for more and they hadn’t wanted to push. They hadn’t realized that Tony might have thought it was actually pity, that they were only doing it to comfort a sad man who thought he was about to die. Well, they can’t have that. Natasha will have to dig out her memory box to show him how all of his letters to both of them ended up in it, and Bucky will have to show him the spiral notebook in which they’d both jotted down responses of varying length.

For now, they take him to bed, kiss the questions from his lips until his words become moans, touch him until his nervous, fluttering hands grasp at them tightly. They take turns keeping him occupied until they can make arrangements: Stark Industries is an American company, so they leave their troupe, make arrangements to move to New York. (The troupes there trip over themselves to be able to list Natasha Romanova and James Barnes among their ranks. They are guaranteed jobs.) They pack up their things and have them forwarded to Tony’s apartment.

A nice British man named Jarvis heaves a long-suffering sigh when they call him to get security clearance. They bundle Tony up in Bucky’s old clothes (he is unfairly adorable) and smuggle him onto a plane. They arrive in New York and their first order of business is to get Tony safely ensconced in his penthouse suite. Their second is to take care of Stane. They do that swiftly and without mercy. Their Aficionado is precious and kind and after some digging is definitely not the one that deserves to die here.

Tony has absolutely no idea why they choose to stay after that. They got paid, technically, by Obadiah. They could leave. He tells them so. Natasha digs her memory box out of their things, resolving to unpack everything else. Bucky finds his notebook full of letters that would have been sent if only they’d found Tony before. They sit and watch Tony read them. “How could we possibly leave you when we love you?” Bucky asks quietly as a tear rolls down Tony’s cheek. “How could we possibly leave you when you love us?” Natasha adds softly as Tony chokes on a sob and covers his mouth.

Their new troupe does The Firebird and they train harder than ever before to perform well for Tony. There are letters waiting for them after the first recital. They wax poetic like they always do, but this time they’re signed, ‘See you at home! :) Love, Tony’ and when they arrive back at the penthouse, Tony is holding a bouquet of flowers for each of them. Natasha carefully dries one of her tulips and one of Bucky’s roses to put in her memory box. Bucky doesn’t make fun of her.

#submission #reioka #WinterIronWidow #THIS IS BRILLIANT!!!!#I love it #I also have no clue how to respond to submissions so I figured i'd just put my freaking out in the tags #because i am freaking out alright #first of all natasha and bucky leading this very meticulous double life because ballet and murder for hire just fits so well it's great #and tony falling in love with their dancing and coming back for every show just admiring them from afar knowing they'd never want him #but being unable to stop from coming back #it just kills me like how long did he know they were gonna be hired to to take him out??#and of course he's just a giant ball of insecurity even after they didn't kill him aw he must've been so confused #i bet natasha still collects her letters and she makes sure Tony sees her putting them into the memory #because his face just lights up every time he sees it it's fucking unreal #so yeah basically this is perfect #THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR WRITING THIS REIOKA YOU'RE AMAZING!#Tony x Nat x Bucky #fic #Tony Stark #Natasha Romanoff #Bucky Barnes #Ballet AU #dancer Natasha #assassin Natasha #dancer Bucky #assassin Bucky #Tony is precious

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