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Dear Crone,

500 characters is not enough.

Sincerely,

Anonymous

Dear Anon,

The limit has now been increased to 501 characters.

Benevolently,

The Crone

Logos AND Pathos

Greetings {{firstname_title | Valthakai}}, bad bitches, good witches, and chaotic neutral tsarevitches…

I hope you all had a lovely weekend. I certainly did.

I’m currently cat-sitting for my friends while they’re on their honeymoon, which means I am in charge of a void named Satan.

The irony is not lost on me.

Either way, as we continue to gain readers here and on the Valthakan Literary Universe, I wanted to invite people to preview some of our premium content and show their support for the Valthakaverse.

Whether that’s recurring offerings to the Crone or a one-time donation, it’s your contributions that allow us to continue what we do.

So thank you.

Love,

The Crone and Daniel

The void himself

Preview of Episode #3: Claiming Territory

It wasn’t the original Allseed, I knew that instantly.

How? You may ask.

The answer, dearie, is I have fucking eyes.

If the actual vessel of the Goddess Flame had been shipped offworld, the entirety of Priapniorian society would have gone on the war path. Given that the planet of Filasphian was still remarkably alive, it’s safe to assume I was looking at a cultivation of the Fragment.

Just as I had managed to bury Sircevial with a growth from the Allseed, someone had brought another one here.

Given the bones that dotted this household, I was lucky this Allseed was as friendly as its mother. The vines writhed beneath me, encouraging me to step closer to their makeshift altar.

“How did you get here?” I whispered. Most Fragment spirits—ethos—have what is best described as a rudimentary consciousness. They aren’t true Minds, but can exert enough control over the Fragment that composes them to protect themselves.

The Goddess Flame is a special case.

Millennia under the gentle care of Priapniorian royalty have granted a vast, if alien intelligence to the Fragment. To the best of my understanding, the Flame is tangentially aware of just about everything that occurs on Priapnior, every root, leaf, and seed whispering to it in an endless chorus.

Aphros even hinted that the Flame could peer through his eyes, though there was no pattern to when it chose to do so.

This… Daughterseed knew that it was supposed to be connected to something much larger, a network of life and growth that spans a planet, yet it couldn’t grasp why it was cut off. For all intents and purposes, it was an exact copy of the original ethos, now experiencing a new world.

Its energy was stable for now, but it would bear strong instincts to propagate without the tempering of an Incarnate—something I was not going to allow anyone on this planet to attempt. Even I didn’t understand the exact mechanics of Aphros’ Incarnation, and anyone who performed the usual ritual would just have their identity consumed by the Flame.

In the worst-case scenario, this Fragment could violently expand across the entire planet. I would need to keep it away from powerful Creative sources. Which meant I needed to get to work.

I reached out with my Mind, the Daughterseed sharing a sense of joy as it felt my touch. I wandered the remains of the basement, finding several more bodies among the thriving foliage.

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Daniel’s Current Read

Have I spoken about this before?

Probably?

But now that it is off my TBR, I truly cannot recommend this book enough.

James Islington’s writing is an absolute treat, and the pacing, setup, and worldbuilding are genuinely 10/10 for me.

Catenan society reigns supreme, the Hierarchy envelopes the entire world, and its disparate peoples now cede their Will in an endless chain to fuel their masters.

But Vis Telimus is unwilling to let his past lie, and with a grudge against the Republic, he infiltrates the Catenan Academy.

While rubbing shoulders with the children of the elite, he must investigate the Hierarchy’s interest in pre-Cataclysm ruins, all the while ensuring his actual identity remains hidden.

Dear Crone

An advice column

Dear Crone,

I fell for a guy 2 years ago, he was a dick, he hurt me, he changed, we became friends, he's still attracted to me, I'm appalled by his attraction, we label it as friendship, but he would be down for fwb and shit.

WHAT THE FUCK DID I GET MYSELF INTO?

Anonymous

Dear Anon,

If everyone could reach the level of “I’m appalled by his attraction,” I’d be out of a job.

Boundaries should be clearly outlined once.

Anything after that is reinforcement and a consequence.

Suppose he can respect your lack of interest, great. If he continues to push, drop him.

Do not make excuses for him. After you’ve said no, he should no longer be flirting, joking about sleeping with you, or anything close to broaching that topic.

I’ll admit, I’m skeptical of his ability to do so, but I’ll trust your judgment.

Directly,

The Crone

Dear Crone,

I’m trying to figure out how to stop an older male family member from literally hand-picking my boyfriend FOR ME because he doesn’t like who I want to date and has decided pushing me toward my TOXIC EX situationship is a good idea.

Furiously,

Anonymous

Dear Anon,

I’m going to assume there is a cultural impetus here that makes this a genuine concern.

The best way to assert control over your dating life is to be as independent as possible.

That means finances, housing, and transportation. If you aren’t there yet, that should be your main focus.

Simultaneously, the fact that you’re referring to a situationship makes me think you’re not inherently a part of a tradition that arranges relationships, in which case… who gives a shit what he wants?

Get your bag, it’ll only benefit you.

Cash money-ily,

The Crone

Dear Crone,

I have issues with relationships.

Not that I don’t like them or want to be in one, but more of a feeling of inadequacy as a partner, and if I can make them stick around.

Like for me, my idea of fun is curling up at home with a book and a chocolate chocolate chip bundtlet with extra cream cheese frosting from NBC and listening to sad Spotify.

But if you get to know me-I’m loud, vibrant, and can hyperfixate on the most random BS.

But this all concerns as to if anyone would want me.

Anxiously,

Ruined

Dear Ruined,

I have good news for you!

What you are describing is having a personality.

Dearie, I can assure you, you are overthinking this.

All you have to do is go out and invite someone (or get invited) on that first date.

You don’t need to worry about being the perfect partner. That is something that develops over years of knowing an individual.

What I will say is keep things flexible. Enjoy your chocolate bundtlet and your hyperfixations, and be open-minded enough to try new things.

Other than that, go out and experience. You don’t need someone to like everything you like; you just need them to like you.

You’ll understand the difference.

Encouragingly,

The Crone

Hello dear Crone,

I have seen many of your opinions on many stories; however, one seems to never be brought up despite the amount of smut, good plot, and muscly vampire dudes.

Have you read The Black Dagger Brotherhood?

It's a long series, but worth it.

Thirsty as ever

Dear Thirsty,

I have not.

But oh my god, the main character’s name is Wrath?

There are 23 books?

There’s a film adaptation on Passionflix?

Fucking sold.

Delightedly,

The Crone

Dear Crone,

I have recently celebrated the 20th anniversary of my egg donor kicking the bucket.

However, I was a fool.

I foolishly said something to my stepmother about this. I then got a lecture about how I should be grateful for the gift of life.

I need new clever comebacks for her bullshit.

Because I’m not about to thank somebody for nearly 13 years of torture and a lifetime of needing therapy and mental health drugs to function.

Yours truly,

A very over this millennial woman

Dear Millennial Woman,

I’m going to delicately point out that your stepmother was coming from a place of concern.

For her, your mother, despite failing you as one, is the reason your stepmother has you.

And I wouldn’t inherently entwine gratitude for being alive (or surviving your mother, for that matter) with gratitude to your mother.

Either way, a cunt is still a cunt. So feel free to point that out to stepmommy dearest.

Some comebacks include,

“I’d be more thankful if she covered the cost of my meds.”

“She could have at least been abusive and rich.”

“Are you going to drink the champagne I bought or not?”

Observationally,

The Crone

Need Advice?

Roast of the Week: Antiheroes

Shoutout Jules for the recommendation this week

Antiheroes.

A term whose actual definition has been lost to the hordes of the media illiterate.

Just because nobody else understands them doesn’t mean I won't make fun of you.

Let’s get started.

You want to bone one:

Wow, somebody didn’t get enough special treatment as a child.

Your attraction to assholes belies a crippling fear that they’re being mean to you because of your flaws.

I blame your father.

Unfortunately, assholes aren’t typically morally grey Fae Lords with a fondness for pet names and talking you through multiple orgasms.

Hence why you’re reading this with a gasoline-powered friend in your top drawer.

You want to be one:

You’re tough.

You’re stoic.

Your enemies cower in fear.

Or this would be the case if being mean to video game NPCs didn’t make you physically nauseous.

I trust there’s a badass in there, deep down.

Unfortunately, they’re buried beneath the part of you that still feels guilty over not playing with your Nintendogs.

Roastee of the Week: RizzyRay

All right, girls, gays, theys, and probably the one straight guy who reads these, welcome our next roastee, RizzyRay!

I hope to gods (worldbuilding) you’re just protecting your identity, but on the off chance that’s your real name… I’m sorry?

Settle in, everyone, and let’s begin with some of Rizzy’s favorite characters.

Ah, Will Herondale. I love the smell of broken men in the morning.

Of course, we can’t be so surface-level with ol’ Rizzy, so feel free to take note of BBC’s Sherlock and Tony Stark, because nothing says “emotionally stable taste in men” like a group of know-it-alls who enjoy talking down to people.

“Oh, but Daniel!” Rizzy may argue, “They secretly have hearts of gold and just want to be loved and appreciated for who they are deep down!”

You understand you don’t have to sacrifice your self-esteem on the altar of male attention, right?

RIGHT?

Just know you can’t fix your father, no matter how hard you try.

The good news is, we’re not just here to critique your taste in men; we want to make fun of your personality, too!

Let’s see, Annabeth Chase, Adolin Kholin, Chicha from The Emperor’s New Groove, somebody likes being bossed around, don’t they?

You thought you could hide it when one of your favorite characters is a villain named Tristan (because of course it is), who just… hires the protagonist?

Girl, your fantasy involves having to fill out a W-2 at some point?

That’s almost more disappointing than you being a Disney adult.

Almost.

There are some things you are supposed to conceal and not feel. Or admit to me.

Trope-wise, you’re about as spicy as a glass bottle of Coke.

Slow burn plus found family? Babes, this sounds like decision paralysis. 75 chapters just to discover you two are, what, really close work colleagues?

Do you happen to view yourself as a burden to others?

You know what, don’t tell me, speak to a professional… and don’t apologize for taking up the full hour.

THANK YOU RIZZYRAY!

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