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EM Topic # 11 – Write about your “theme song” and why it speaks to you.

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How incredibly fitting!

Fanny Fae blew up the OC

Using only her mind; millions dead
‘What will your Headline be?’ at QuizGalaxy.com

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Rebellion

s it at all possible for someone to ask a more ridiculous question of me?

I am a usurper. I took the Throne of the Fortunate Island by force and deceit. How do you think that would have happened if there was not some semblance of ‘rebellion’ on my mind when I did it? To be clear, I have a great deal of patience, but this continuous redundancy is not something that I suffer lightly.


Muse: Fanny Fae
Fandom: Original Character /Folklore / Mythology
Word Count: 75 (which of course will not count) Sorry…
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Because I was asked. Questions meme…

1.Your Middle Name:
2. Age:
3. Single or Taken:
4. Favorite Movie:
5. Favorite Song:
6. Favorite Band/Artist:
7. Dirty or Clean:
8. Tattoos and/or Piercings:

More questions…

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Revenge

“Speak deferentially, listen respectfully, follow his command and accord with him in everything. He will never imagine you might be in conflict with him. Our treacherous measures will then be settled.”– Tai Kung, “Six Secret Teachings” (ca. 4th Century BCE)

here is nothing more deadly in the world than the female of the species. By that I must clarify; there is nothing more deadly in the world than the female of any given species. I cite the examples of the black widow spider, who mates and then kills, the lioness, who is far more tenacious and cunning than male lions are. By her, the pride lives, without her they will starve. Just try to put yourself between any mother, whether or human or animal and her child, and you will know a fury as no other.

But I digress…the subject is about revenge is it it not? Unfortunately, on this subject I have a great deal of experience. Taking the time to render vengeance upon those who have wronged you is an art form. And it is one art form that I excel at and I take a perverse amount of pleasure in.

The first incident of revenge in my life I exacted upon Morgienne, the High Lady of the Fortunate Island and my foster-mother for the murder of my true mother. The poison that I gave her was intended to be extend her pain and suffering. How delightful it was for me that the poison rendered her speechless. It only took her to look into my eyes to know that it was I who had set upon her demise. I was her most trusted protege’, her foster daughter, I was raised as her own. When I ordered the other women away so that I alone would see to her personally, she knew. In quiet moments where she dangled between painful sleep and wakefulness I tormented her mercilessly. She would die in a matter of days, her end would not be a peaceful one. When tears slid from her eyes down her cheek, when she was gurgling and unable to move, my heart rejoiced. When the priests at last declared her dead, I fought down the rising tide of laughter that rose from the very depths of me. At last my mother was avenged.

Only moments after I watched her life ebb from her eyes, I declared myself High Lady of the Fortunate Island and ceded to myself all land and authority thereof. I felt exhilaration when my sister priestesses eyed me nervously, wondering if they were next. And even as I watched Morginenne’s funeral pyre burn in the Temple courtyard, at the very same moment her name was being stricken from all monuments and and all records that bore her name. Before she died I made certain that she knew that her poisoning at my hand was not to be her first death, but rather that I had this second death in mind for her. To our people, there is nothing worse for anyone than to die a second time. This means that you are not to be remembered or if you are remembered, those memories are tainted with both revulsion and hatred. Other than myself in quiet moments, she is never spoken of not even in hushed tones. I insured that she was both of these things, for I had consigned her existence, her very soul into oblivion.

It was, by my judgement, a fitting end for her and a suitable beginning to that which I have become.

Muse: Fanny Fae
Fandom: Original Character / Folklore / Mythology
Word Count: 564 (does not include quotation)
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Borrowed from dagreggo

This is the Truth or Rumor Meme! Ask your friends to post in your journal something they have heard about you, and you have to respond with whether it is the Truth or a Rumor.

Remember inquiring minds want to know!

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What are your thoughts about monogamy?

ost creatures are not monogamous by nature. It is either something that one chooses, or has it forced upon them. That is not a judgement one way or another, that is just a simple statement of fact.

For myself, I have always chosen to be monogamous because I am extremely selective in the first place, be they considered consort, paramour or husband. For the many years that I have lived, I have had my share of lovers, to be sure. But when I decide to be with someone, truly with them, and especially when there are oaths involved, I am with that person alone. Though temptation inevitably will present itself, I will never betray that bond for the time once the commitment has been made. Only the weakest of beings would fall away from such commitments.

Time and temperament, Fate and I ultimately decide who, how, when or how long I share my bed and my life with anyone. Within that there must be a certain level of trust or it is all for naught. Without that there is little point in the idea of monogamy in the first place. It is the trust that is the hardest thing of all to render to begin with. Never should it be given because of passion alone. There must be something much deeper that is there in order to get anyone to believe in the very idea of such deep and lasting commitments.

Muse: Fanny Fae
Fandom: Original Character / Folklore / Mythology
Word Count: 237

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“Look Out!”

f it had not been the shouted warning, surely the hiss of his sword being drawn from it’s scabbard should have alerted me. There is something about that sound, something that piques your senses and jolts every nerve ending to instant attention.

I did not get up from my kneeling position, but I did not need to, the shout of,” Look out!” I thanked the Deity that I had kept the Sidhe tridents close at hand. With a flick of my wrist, I kept the cutlass that was aimed at my neck from striking it’s mark. With a quick turn I was able to spring to my feet and move to a better tactical position.

The clamour of pistols and the strike of steel against steel, filled my ears and even amid the din, I trained my hearing on the Qua’btan’s voice. Even as I fought off the enemy boarders, I kept one eye on his movement and signal to ward off the early morning attackers. The Viper’s crew fought off the assailants with raucous cries and ferocity and I did all that I could to match their determination.
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