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thirstforhelmets · 3 years ago

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Warden Eternal Dream Goes from ‘Villain Tries To Body Snatch Protagonist to Villain is Now Very Confused and Now The Protagonist’s Armor and Slowly Falling For Them’

TLDR; Convince fragment of misanthropic Promethean portal-making, potentially infinite Doppler gander-producing humanoid of destruction to not body snatch you through dumb explanations of why the cult worshipping him is whitewashing everything fun and depressing about humanity, that he should just observe humanity for himself with a guide, and did you forget to mention that human bodies natural produce drugs and he could experience them with you?! Also, you both kind of fall in love after a few years together and end up explaining it rather than confessing cause you’re too used to doing that all the time.

Basically, a cult somehow gets their hands on a remnant of Warden Eternal’s core and plan to put him in a human body to be their God. Only problem is that they need to have the BEST candidate for the Warden’s new body and do this convoluted scheme where they run a ‘Be The Master Chief’-type theme park/fun house thing in the biggest warehouse ever.

Like, you don’t have to be an augmented human or anything but there is layers to their bullshit where they are indirectly trying to get someone as unconsciously close to the Master Chief as possible. Like, you’re kind of doing a wacky version of the Human-Covenant War, except you’re pulling mind games and ‘seeing between the lines’ in each area’s ‘game’ and ruleset. Each area rewarding a piece of light armor that ‘helps’ you but also can ‘corrupt’ you midway through the ‘run’. You get ‘corrupted’? you have to start all over. Also, everything is fucking randomized to prevent meta gaming.

So, basically, the female protagonist accidentally fucks up midway through the beginning portion of the beginner area and turns off the communicator, not thinking anything of it since the staff does relay the rules and rules are written on the board for each game.

Bottom Line: The female protagonist gets all the armor pieces and the ‘late game’ upgrades in the challenge arena the entire way without any corruption points only through blatantly stupid luck only two or three steps down from the Master Chief, himself. AND you beat Warden Eternal by basically telling him that he’s missing out by turning you into a literal meat suit and that there’s lots of shit that’s worth experiencing with a human guide on human worlds. Also, if he mind-melded maybe just 10% with you instead of 100% he gets to have a free ride to know what shit like serotonin and endorphins feel like.

Also ‘these losers are showing you a wayyyy too sterile view of humanity. Come with me and we’ll experience the good AND the bad together! Just merge the rest of yourself with my armor and no one will know the difference!’

And he takes you up on it. (no idea what happens with the cult. I guess they’re cool with it? Dreams are weird.)

It then kind of skips forward a bit where he has experienced a lot of the human roller coaster that is emotions via you as a proxy and finds it worth maintaining the relationship for the 2-3 years of friendship.

It’s not like this went unnoticed though.

Dr. Halsey and ONI have been keeping very close tabs for obvious reasons (He still is still a teleporting historically-misanthropic Promethean death machine that can spawn portals at any time to throw copies of himself everywhere) He will ALWAYS be a very real threat even if he is taking a leisurely vacation from his misanthropic ways.

It doesn’t help that you are quick to anger and throw punches if someone REALLY goes out of there way to make an ass of themselves (He even acknowledges this by calling you a ‘monkey girl’ after you take him to the zoo and you both watch two monkeys throw wild haymakers at each other in their cage).

On a surface level, you are SO not the ideal candidate to be undertaking this kind of task so they have spies and always have a spartan team ready to go if Warden Eternal has had enough of being an observer and wants to start ruining planets and colonies. It even got to the point where even Master Chief had knowledge of the unorthodox relationship, seeing as he was interviewed by ONI earlier on about his experience with the Promethean.

So, the third act is the protagonist waking up in a large glass room with lift pads and all sorts of platforms, along with a rolling tv cart with a CRT television at the top, a vcr, and other dated technology gadgets that the Warden picked up a fondness for. It all stimulates your eagerly curious monkey-part of your brain but you kind of realize after a few moments that Warden (whom you affectionately call ‘Dan’ at this point, mostly to tease him) isn’t affixed to your bodysuit and that the old armor from the cult is there instead.

Worried, but not unfamiliar with his own need to wander about when in semi-public locations or the privacy of your usual accommodations (your mother’s house), you try calling out, seeing if he hijacked the speaker system or something to stay in contact like he usually does. The CRT unit turns on and you can hear a rather tired-sounding Dan talk to you through the room’s speaker system. He tells you that he has had enough of your shenanigans and wants to return to his old ways but you KNOW something is instantly off with your friend. That this isn’t like him. (the dream kind of implied this but I didn’t want to skip it just cause my dream did).

You kind of put two and two together and realize that this whole set up was ‘a zoo’: You were being observed separately for some reason and it stunk instantly of ONI, like Dan has described to you in the past.

You beg Dan to portal to you. That you two could just ‘coffin’ your way out of this trouble like you always did. (Warden Eternal literally coffins you in an air-tight form and pulls you both through a portal, incase it isn’t clear). He passively refuses the idea, making it abundantly clear that something terrifying was likely happening either to him physically or otherwise when it was always your go-to.

Whatever could make Dan just feel this defeated only meant that it probably involved your wellbeing. That you were likely a hostage.

Monkey rage starts simmering under the surface as you hated how dirty this all was playing out.

No one makes the Warden depressed unless it’s YOUR fucking depressed ass feeding him that chemical cocktail of your own equally depressed-making!

You shout at nothing but everything! Knowing full well whom-ever had set this up was listening and watching your every move! How dare they think they were animals to be locked up in a zoo?! How dare they think that they had the right to lock them up when nothing bad ever came of their travels, even when you unwisely slugged motherfuckers in the face! They always deserved it and you never hurt anyone otherwise!

Warden then makes a portal and reassembles himself in front of you, looking no worse for wear but his usually bright inner flame rather delicately smaller than normal. He really wasn’t doing so well. (god, it real hurt to see him like that. The pain I could feel was so heart-rending. Fuck you, Dream).

You tried to be an optimist for you both in this moment of reunion: Happy that you were right to assume he didn’t want to be a human-hating monster again and that he was still capable of making portals.

��This is the end of the wonderful road for us’.

Dan seemed so resigned that it was clear that something dark was going to happen if you didn’t intervene. Like he was going to say goodbye forever.

It made you think back to another inevitable death that happened years ago: That of your beloved childhood cat.

You begged him not to go. Not to die and become a phantom you could only feel and hold in your most heart-breaking dreams. Dan knew of your feelings, of the phantom dips of a wonderful feline that walked around your almost-sleeping form to find a comfortable spot on your bed to lay down at night. He enjoyed the companionship of your current cat at your mother’s home, knew that your feelings of despair at waking from such dreams were enough to bore the deepest hole in the strongest of metals.

The fact that you felt such deep pain from the idea of him leaving this mortal plane for good helped resolve his own feelings. That this was one part of unconditional love.

He won’t see you harmed or killed but he couldn’t just leave you with a wound that heals ever so slowly: One that takes years to scab and even more for the phantom pains of the scar, itself, to dissipate.

The Warden would not let himself feel that either. Nor let the machinations of mankind’s worst guide him to self-destruct by their hands without his own intervention.

It’s with that, you told him you loved him. That the feelings you felt at that moment was love and that if he had to go, it was not to return as a phantom. It was more of an explanation than a love confession: you did do that often in the beginning when he questioned the point of such chemistry being a factor that drove the actions of humanity. But, still, it was nice to have that reassurance that this conclusion of his was not as obscene as it could have been.

With that, he dissipates his flame and delicately floats his pieces to you, reforming your jigsaw-like suit of ‘Mjolnir’ armor, complete with his annoying face plate blocking your sight. Letting out a nostalgic sigh you, grabbed the chin of the plate and pulled it up so it sat flat on top of your head. You were back together, the mind-meld back to its full, rightful ten percent.

With that, Dan closed the portal and the scene ends.

While some time has passed (the dream was not clear) not nearly enough allowed you two to explore what the enclosure provided until ONI placed another card down on the figurative table. Spartan Locke, from Strike Team Osiris, dressed down in a sterile white ONI uniform without any signs of hostile intent, enters your enclosure and states that he will be your guide if you wanted a tour of the facility you were in.

Both Dan and you immediately suspected potential for foul play since the Promethean did recognize his voice signature from Genesis. You both needed more intel about the place (and who was in charge) in order to negotiate your freedom and hacking anymore than Dan already did to talk earlier would be met with overwhelming force. Not taking the bait might be worse than just trying to chance something else.

Unfortunately, it was probably the easiest trap ONI could have sprung on you, personally, knowing your history of violent confrontations. Spartan Locke, while being ever unshakeable, kept steering conversations into the unpleasant. He kept bringing up Dan’s unwavering support of Cortana when she had the Mantle of Responsibility, his refusal to hear any opposition to the point of trying to kill the two spartan teams sent to retrieve Cortana (including the Master Chief), and his near limitless potential for the genocide of the human race, regardless if he hasn’t displayed any of his prior known abilities outside of utilizing portals.

You explained Dan’s situation: That he was only a fragment of the Promethean, you saved him from a cult bent on doing much worse than he had ever mentioned wanting to inflict on humanity, and, more to the point, Dan had never harmed a hair on a human’s head in the 2-3 years that you’ve been with him outside of you using his makeshift gauntlet to knock the stupid out of assholes who had it coming. You loudly and proudly declared that it was you and you alone in those cases who was responsible. Also adding it was ridiculous that they were being apprehended now, if your using of a Promethean’s armor to inflict trivial damage to thug’s faces was the reason for all of this.

It didn’t help.

No amount of justification or good behavior from a formerly violent alien species (HELLO!? The Arbiter?!? Anyone?!?) would sway Locke from his conclusion that everything about Warden Eternal was a primed nuke. That he was clearly lying. That you were a gullible idiot who managed to trip her way into a clearly bored cult deities’ hands. That it was plain luck that Dan ever found the experiences he had with humanity in the few years that the Promethean became an ‘observer’. It was all a badly convincing ploy to let him gather up-to-date information on humanity’s current assets and general combat abilities outside of the spartans he encountered.

And Dan just stayed quiet the whole time.

It wasn’t like the proud Promethean to be passive to insults against him, so much that it honestly had you a bit shaken that it could very much be the truth.

Your mind-melding was a one-way exchange.

You were not privy to the Warden’s thoughts unless he made them known.

It was through sheer desperation to dig in even farther.

Changing the subject just wasn’t possible, no matter how much you tried to diffuse it and cease this hostile, raging fire burning every diplomatic fiber you had inside. Not even being callus and pointing out that he was clearly trying to bait you into a fight helped.

Hell, it just made it even easier for the spartan to get right to the point.

With pleasantries clearly never on the table, you knew that Dan probably had ample reason beyond letting you speak on his behalf to keep silent.

You went in knowing the tour to be a bait but the cruel reality was your temper was the one weak chain in the link and no amount of screaming, incoherent crying and pleading would get this heartless man to empathize.

It was only when he grabbed your wrist to prevent you from going back into the observation room that you snapped.

In the time it took for you to swing for his jaw, the spartan had your back thrown down hard into the ceramic tile and nearly shattered your spine if not for Dan’s lightening-quick intervention. A gun was pressed hard into your exposed forehead, the man’s face almost terrifyingly cold as before as he used his weight to keep you pinned in place.

‘So, this was what it was like to fight a spartan.’

The blow had you extremely woozy, it felt like you didn’t have enough blood flow to move even a finger even if you wanted to continue to resist. The fight was snuffed out easier than a lit candle wick for the spartan.

“The gun is unnecessary. She cannot move, Spartan.” Dan finally spoke, utilizing the speakers in the hallways.

Locke seemed to think otherwise as he kept his position.

“That’s not the point, Warden Eternal.”

Apparently, that was all that needed to be said as Dan drifted his pieces off of your armor and body suit, opening a portal to send himself into an unknown destination.

It was only when the portal was sealed shut that more white uniforms came out from the seemingly empty connected hallways to descend on you. You were restrained and hauled away, them not even batting a lash when three pinky-length diamonds floated out from under your body to quickly follow. Those not carrying you on the stretcher were heavily armed with assault rifles at the ready but it was obvious that it was to reinforce the ‘you’re a hostage’ message to Dan.

(the dream then skips passed the recovery and to the final section)

Locke escorts you into another of the facility’s sterile, white-tile room with Dan at one end, like you expected, but this one had a reinforced glass wall running the length of one wall and an old, one-armed woman on the other side of it. The spartan had his pistol draw but was at military ease as you assessed the situation.

The speakers crackled as the woman began speaking. Telling you that she was Dr. Halsey of the spartan program, Cortana’s creator, and all this other stuff before quickly getting down to business: She wants the Warden to terminate himself but he reneged on doing so after talking to you. So, her only option is to have you force him to do so as all other methods available have failed.

Halsey theorizes that even if they look into more financially-burdensome options of disposal, the cult’s influence on the Warden Eternal’s current existence might result in him actually achieving a full takeover of your body should his metal form be forcefully terminated, creating more undesirable outcomes for all involved. Of course she mentions that he isn’t too fond of the possibility of dying or his death basically triggering the cult’s original intent and figures that if you just accept facts it would basically free him of the burden to live, in exchange for your life and freedom.

She restates all of the points Locke did, showing you video evidence of the damage unrestrained Prometheans have collected from the Master Chief and all spartans that ever encountered them. You watched as Warden Eternal dismissed humanity and any good will that could come from them taking up the Mantle of Responsibility (thought, to be honest, humanity as it was would be horrible caretakers of the universe, so past-Dan DID kind of have a point). It was clear that Dan was very much capable of being a destructive force worthy of being deemed as such, from what you could see.

Still, you reiterated your own points as calmly as possible. Wishing you had more concrete evidence (outside of bringing your mother or numerous other innocent people into this mess) to back your claims of Dan being committed to simply observing humanity, adding that the cult’s inability to get him to fuse with a body prior to your stumbling into him. He wasn’t ‘just’ the Warden Eternal anymore. While he was capable of immense destruction and human casualties he never once did more than bad-mouth them. Dan had ample opportunities to act but never did so. He wasn’t a trojan horse.

Halsey has Locke leave and brings in the Master Chief to try to give his opinion on the matter, thinking he, who actually met and dealt with Warden Eternal numerous times, whom she knew you admired (like everyone else).

Chief gives a brief, rather unbiased account of his experiences but refrains from answering Halsey’s question on if he thought the Warden was still dangerous. When asked, he says he doesn’t have a complete understanding of the last 2-3 years of the Warden’s current existence to be able to confidently conclude an opinion.

(this is meta but, yes, dream protagonist has all knowledge of most of Halo material and knows of Cortana and Chief’s relationship and parting but its never outright said.)

Knowing John’s struggles, you think that might be the reason he has decided to remain neutral at the moment. Halsey admonishes him for his lack of resolve but understands that she knew this could have been the case when she brought him into this. (Maybe Halsey was aware of John’s feelings and was indirectly helping him get closer with this almost scary mirroring of events? It didn’t feel malicious on her part. She genuinely wanted his opinion and trusted him to approach this situation better than they could).

At a current stand-still, you felt entirely pissed off by your helplessness and everyone’s refusal to even consider your experience! You turn your rage towards Halsey and decide to hit her where SHE likely would hurt, bringing up her looking down on you and saying that while your existence might just be a flash in the pan, everyone will forget the person, the woman, Dr. Halsey after she dies. You bring up hugely important women in history and how their efforts were ultimately downplayed, especially in the scientific sector. How people will continue to assume she wasn’t brilliant and just slept her way to the top to get grant money and that she basically stole ideas from other scientist, even if it was a collaboration of humanity’s finest minds.

(and because it’s a fucking dream) It’s exactly the shit that got under Halsey’s skin and, in a lapse of judgement (or just overinflated ego with her favorite spartan present), she lowers the glass barrier and uses every step she takes to get to you to give a run down on her hardships and chides you for your lack of common sense when given control of something far more powerful than you could ever understand.

You clocked her right in the face, breaking a finger or two from the force and lack of finesse.

Halsey falls to the ground with a broken nose but the Master Chief probably broke your jaw in addition to many other facial bone structures when he put you down face-first into the ground to restrain you.

Dan was absolutely furious and yelled at the over-use of force to restrain an un-augmented human but the lack of suppressive gun fire being leveled in his direction was an obvious sign of him staying put.

“Fucking run, Dan!” You managed to muffle out from having your face dug into the floor.

“I refuse to let even a piece of me leave!” Dan yells and eloquently adds that you’re a fucking moron for starting a fight when you’re the one who will (and is currently) suffering the consequences of throwing fists around a spartan. A SECOND TIME he might add!

You wanted to laugh and cry at the same time, mostly from the excruciating pain.

It was definitely love you were feeling at this most inappropriate of times, you knew that for certain. (god this was so fucking cute to experience).

Halsey cooled down quiet a bit during the down time and stood back up to coldly admonish you for your foolish temper.

“Then don’t exploit it, Fucker!” You growled in retort.

You are then put on a stretcher by the white uniforms and are entertained by armed escort to medical while a nurse is waved off by Dr. Halsey for the moment.

Only the Master Chief, Dr. Halsey, and Dan are left alone in the room and Dan uses it to calmly ask for leniency on your behalf. “She’s a hotheaded ape at times but one of the betters of your race.”

Dr. Halsey and the Chief quietly contemplate this for a brief moment before silently leaving Dan by himself in the room.

Walking to Medical together, Halsey bring ups the issue of using something as flimsy as ‘love’ to keep the Warden on a leash.

John simply agrees that it is love but doesn’t disclose his opinion on if it would be an effective tool.

She then quietly asks if killing them both through means as humane as possible would be worth the risk instead of something/someone/the environment killing either of them ‘in the wild’ or, at the least, the protagonist's natural death might just be delaying the calamity for future minds to worry of.

John is confident that humanity will find a means but otherwise has no opinion other than Warden Eternal is ‘stable’ (not currently dangerous but still does have the capacity for great harm).

Halsey isn’t too fond of John’s judgement but agrees that maybe a solution could be found should both the Warden and protagonist be persuaded to take part in a few tests from time-to-time.

John is secretly relieved to hear of this, his thoughts of Cortana and their two painful goodbyes still a scar that makes itself known from time to time.

(and the dream ends more or less around here. I have day-dreamed a bit where Dan bounds a small piece of himself to one of your spinal cord bones so that the mind-meld is 10% both ways so you can ‘feel’ his emotions too, as wild of an experience that is. Another point was that John and Halsey’s hope pans out and technology does ultimately progress to a point where, when the protagonist eventually dies to dementia in her old age, Dan slots the bonded bone and metal fragment into an advanced android body and ‘uploads’ his picture perfectly preserved memories of them (both good and bad) into the mix to basically resurrect the protagonist with almost perfect accuracy. You get to survive into the future beside him. His fondness for humanity slowly growing throughout the decades and culminating in him actually defending humanity in the many defensive wars it found itself in.

No, he never changes his mind that humanity is not fit for the mantle but believes it is worth preserving for future generation to flourish.)

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namelessbaron · 3 years ago

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Why don't you like Zinnia? Not hating, just curious 🧐

Ok why don't I like Zinnia? Pull up a seat because this is gonna be a long one.

Zinnia had a ton of potential as a character she was supposed to be the culmination on the themes of ORAS and Gen 3 in general, which is that extremism and being unable or unwilling to listen to a different point of view even if you’re doing good. Only results in pain, misery, and a stain on your ideology.

A woman who is one of the last descendants of an ancient tribe of Dragon tamers who worshipped Rayqayza as their savior and possibly god and one of the first Pokémon to Mega Evolve but hasn’t in generations, and now thanks to legends and prophecies knows that a meteor is coming to the planet to wipe out all life. But what truly motivated her to act was the death of Aster in order to be Lorekeeper and to put her plans into action.

That is all well and good but the problem is unless you read the supplemental material you will never find out this backstory but ok let’s leave the manga out of it.

What does she do in ORAS that makes me despise so much? Simple she not only joined but then gave info about Primal Groudon or Primal Kyogre to an extremist eco-terrorist group when she knows FULL WELL WHAT WILL HAPPEN WHEN THEY AWAKEN THOSE BEASTS TRUE POWER all just in a gambit to reawaken Rayquaza’s Mega form, a plan that wouldn’t have worked because the meteorite that Rayquaza is GONE so no mega Rayquaza so we would have been totally screwed twice over if Zinnia got her way and did she really take one moment to oh I don’t know.

Stop and think about what she was doing?! NO!! OF COURSE SHE DIDN’T!!!

See this machine right here? Yeah this machine in both Omega Ruby and Alpha Sapphire both Team Magma and Aqua were using this in conjunction with the meteorite which is the ONLY THING THAT CAN MAKE MEGA RAYQUAZA MEGA EVOLVE AND SAVE THE WORLD FROM A COMPLETE CATASTROPHE to make this volcano erupt(Which by the way that could screw up the Hoenn Region bad on its own, you ever think of that eh Zinnia?!)

It was only thanks to sheer fucking luck that the PC that’s you showed and handled things as well as they did that nothing bad happened, also when Groudon and Kyogre achieved Primal form Rayquaza was nowhere in sight. I know I beat this drum earlier but still it’s worth saying.

Now just a couple of weeks later in a act of desperation Zinnia starts stealing mega stones from various trainers including Maxie/Archie, Courtney/Matt, and Wally. Now scientists are trying to solve the aforementioned meteor problem when Zinnia just waltzes on in(Is there seriously no security in the Pokemon world?) and begins to explain that the multiverse through legends and stories(Now this part I don’t mind) I don’t even have a problem with the idea of her objecting to just teleporting it somewhere else and let that world take care of it/burn. No I have a problem with her extremism with not considering another option.

Now that is the main theme I get that BUT! Maxie and Archie had an entire game to set up and try to make sense of their philosophies, whereas Zinnia who despite the fact she is in the game and we could talk to her at any time, she only shows up three times in the base game. Because she only gets to star in Episode Delta she has lay down so many�� exposition dumps and asking you questions about truth or ideals that aside from being a reference means nothing in the end.

She can’t develop her personality all that well, so I didn’t care about her story, but I did care about Hoenn.

Also I found her battle to be very easy IMO so it didn’t really impress me.

But the worst part if the fact that she suffers NO CONSEQUENCES for her actions in this game and considering GF’s usual pattern she is never returning.

Again the world was saved thanks to quote Two Face blind, stupid, simple, doodah, clueless luck that Hoenn and the rest of the world was saved.

So yeah sorry this took so long to answer but I hope regardless if you agree or disagree you liked this.

On a side note her theme and battle themes are real slappers. =)

#Zinnia #question answered #sorry this took so long #Apologies for the caps.

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itsyourchoicedevotionals · 3 years ago

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“…Thus says the Lord GOD; You were the seal of perfection, full of wisdom, and perfect in beauty. You have been in Eden the garden of God; every precious stone was your covering, the sardius, topaz, and the diamond, the beryl, the onyx, and the jasper, the sapphire, the emerald, and the carbuncle, and gold: the workmanship of your timbrels and of your pipes was prepared in you in the day that you were created.” Ezekiel 28:12-13KJV2000

The Lord God is good and perfect in all of His ways. Everything He created was good. Yet somewhere somehow along the line, Lucifer was found with the sin of pride. “How art thou fallen from heaven, O Lucifer, son of the morning! how art thou cut down to the ground, which didst weaken the nations! For thou hast said in thine heart, I will ascend into heaven, I will exalt my throne above the stars of God: I will sit also upon the mount of the congregation, in the sides of the north: I will ascend above the heights of the clouds; I will be like the most High” Isaiah 14:12-14KJV.

You’ve heard the story of how Lucifer—aka satan or the devil turned his wiles on Eve. He convinced her, she needed to be “like God knowing good from evil,” which is pride, see Genesis 3:5ESV. Everything went downhill for mankind from then to now.

Some do not believe in satan wreaking havoc in people’s lives. The entire New Testament tells us of the war and how to win it. Specifically, Acts 10:38KJV says: “How God anointed Jesus of Nazareth with the Holy Ghost and with power: who went about doing good, and healing all that were oppressed of the devil; for God was with him.” Jesus didn’t come to earth to waste his time. He came to win the war and take back dominion of planet earth. His sinless sacrifice on the cross accomplished exactly what He set out to do. Every time we take authority, in the name of Jesus Christ, over satan’s domain, we win for Jesus.

Satan detests most of all, when we are praising the Lord from our hearts, especially with songs and instruments. Why? Because he was created to be music and resonate sounds of worship in God’s throne room. Built into him are instruments, “your timbrels and of your pipes.” When we praise— really praise— he vibrates with the same crescendo of our praise. Cast out of God’s Presence and knowing he will spend eternity in hell, can you imagine how angry real praise makes him?

For thousands of years, he’s been twisting music placed before people to lead them away from worship. Many of our musical ‘stars’ are sold out to satan, steeped in witchcraft to acquire stardom.

With a few changes of chords and the rhythm beats, God thwarts satan’s plans. Satan desires to lead believers hearts astray from God— with the worship of ‘the song, the music,’ rather than the heart after God. The true heart, set on worshipping God, refuses to follow satan into the worship of the song. Let us use discernment each time we worship Jesus. Search our hearts as Matt Redman’s song says: ‘When the music fades, all is stripped away, And I simply come; Longing just to bring something that's of worth That will bless Your heart. I'll bring You more than a song, For a song in itself Is not what You have required. You search much deeper within Through the way things appear; You're looking into my heart.’

As we truly worship in song, we’ll make satan resonate against his will. Be loud and bold with your praise. Or not, it’s your choice. You choose.

PRAYER: Lord God we worship and glorify You. Only to You our King will our hearts bow, in Jesus’ name I pray.

#Jesus Christ #lord of lords #Word of God #Holy Spirit #God #it's your choice #devotional #resonate #worship #music #praise #evil #discernment #bless #joy #love #hope #faith

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kinetic-elaboration · 3 years ago

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June 17: 1x23 The Omega Glory

Watched the very uneven episode “The Omega Glory” today. Upon some reflection.. I think I have seen it? But I think my last rewatch ended abruptly after “By Any Other Name” so it might have been some time ago.

Anyway, it was... something. Decent, I might even say good, until the last 10-15 minutes and then it just went off a cliff? That’s how I’d summarize it.

Sulu, my beloved. I’ve missed you.

Kirk knows where all the ships are. I mean, obviously, but I love to hear it.

Phasers on heavy stun huh?

It’s so weird to be on a different ship. That looks like the same ship. It’s so empty and haunted looking.

With creepy crystal remains of bodies everywhere.

“These white crystals... are the crew.”

Something was thirsty!! Perhaps... a water vampire? Perhaps... a former McCoy girlfriend?

(Honestly having watched the whole ep...they could have expanded this intro longer. It was creepy and mysterious. Then cut the last act.)

Oh no, they’ve been infected and now must quarantine. Sort of. I guess.

...Oh no, is this Vietnam? Again?

“Our old enemy, Vietnam.”

My mother suggested the disease might be communism and I don’t think that metaphor tracks through the whole episode but you know what.. anything’s possible.

I don’t like this whole “you can’t leave the planet or you’ll get sick and die” thing. Too familiar.

"I may never be able to leave this planet but I have a worse problem: a colleague may be breaking a rule."

Says the man who has frequently violated a directive that has never been referred to as Prime before.

Kirk is getting very mumbly. That’s his serious voice.... bu it’s also his Denny Crane voice lol.

Like bio warfare in the 90s? TOS really thought the 90s was going to be the dark ages, didn’t it?

Only 90s kids remember...

Spock bursting in with a wounded man, just bringing the drama, as he does.

He’s not even listening to McCoy. Rude.

Spock absolutely 100% would have killed Captain Tracey on instinct as soon as Kirk is threatened.

Sulu’s in command? I love Captain Sulu but where is Scotty?

Kirk is so good. Clever, strong, smart. Knows all the regulations.

Tracey’s so dumb. “They’ve eradicated disease and live for hundreds of years!” Man, have you considered that they are...aliens? And their life spans are simply.... naturally longer than human life spans? And even if you could isolate the serum, it might not work on humans?

And his master plan is to isolate their immunity and bottle it for profit. It’s our old enemy... capitalism and the exploitation of intellectual property.

A fight scene!

“The pointy-eared one stays.”

Another fight scene!

Spock is watching all of this, and you know what, I feel like he’s not upset about it. It’s just like Pre-Reform Vulcan. Perhaps some... Amok Time flashbacks? “Damn, I wish that was me.”

Peanut gallery Spock.

“I wish you could teach me that.” / “I have tried.” Omg where is my scene of Spock trying to teach Kirk the nerve pinch?

And then that look Kirk gives him.

I don’t get the point of this scene but it amuses me that as soon as McCoy sees the pretty girl, he feels better.

A post-apocalyptic alien world... a very interesting concept. Like you could do a lot with that idea imo.

“That’s our worship word [freedom too.” Umm.... questionable.

Damn bitch, that was cold. Just knocking him out like that.

Damn yankee.

...Yankee and Communist dammit.

McCoy’s not even surprised to see Kirk and Spock out of jail.

Nature created a natural counterbalance to the biological disease. Where is OUR natural counterbalance, I ask?

McCoy sounds extra Southern rn. It’s all the stress.

I really don’t think Shatner gets enough credit for his subtlety. His face when McCoy explains the whole situation...

Oh he's mad now. "You've hurt Spock for nothing! Oh yeah and also killed thousands but MOSTLY THE SPOCK THING!”

Whereas Tracey really doesn’t seem to care about anything but war for its own sake. He knows now that his master plan for immortality was nothing the whole time...but he still needs to call those Yangs.

In other words, another once-reputable figure of authority now gone mad.

Kirk’s voice is so casual when he’s talking to Uhura and Sulu, you feel like he’s gotta have something up his sleeve. He can never hide when he’s really upset about something.

...Apparently what he had up his sleeve was his crew knowing regulations and then another full body tackle. Fight scene 3!

"My need for attention is vital.” Same, Spock.

This is a very attenuated and unbelievable connection Kirk is making but he’s Kirk so I’ll assume it makes sense that he’s putting it all together so fast.

Alternate Universe: Vietnam canon-divergence lol.

For anyone keeping track, this is right about the point where the episode goes off the rails.

YOU’RE A ROMANTIC, JIM. Well he’s right about that at least and he should say it.

Oh no, an American flag.

Cloud William, chief and the son of chiefs. That’s continuity of government for you.

(Also pretty hilarious that this society is supposedly So American with our exact flag and Constitution and everything... but they’re not a democracy.)

I really don’t want to believe that “under God” is still in the pledge 200 years from now.

"You're confusing the stars with heaven." Kirk thinks he's being called an angel.

The absolute mishmash of meaningless, referent-free words here. America. Native Americans. Communists. The flag, the Constitution. God. Angels. Devils. What???

Like how can they both be flag worshippers AND...believers in God? Who is their God? Alien George Washington?

So rude to call Spock Kirk’s “servant.” That’s his space husband!

Is that a literal picture of Spock as a demon in their.. Bible?

I can’t even follow this anymore.

“You command him.” I mean...yes, that’s how the military works.

“He has no heart.” Wow, rude.

“His heart is different!” I stan one (1) Southern Doctor.

I feel like Spock is just... not having this at all. His face loos like he’s thinking what I’m thinking.

Oh no is that the CONSTITUTION??!

“Kill his servant” wow Tracey is obsessed with Spock, isn’t he? I guess everyone in the Fleet knows about them and their special relationship.

Spock is even amused by the knife at his throat. His eyes say "I am distressed--but fascinated!"

A FOURTH fight scene? And here I thought Kirk was going to recite the Constitution.

“I’m open to suggestions.” He’s just as worried about Kirk as McCoy is, bu the doesn’t show it.

...Yep, he’s being telepathic again. Not really in line with his usual telepathy but okay. Alien magic is flexible.

Okay I have a JD and I can confidently say there is nothing about good defeating evil in the Constitution.

And now this alien guy is immediately ready to make himself a “slave.” That seems problematic. What happened to the holy word “Freedom”?

Wow, Kirk's in a bad mood. "You can't pronounce your own holy words worth shit."

“This is only for the eyes of a Chief,” he says and Kirk just pushes him away.

Spock literally turns Tracey around for Kirk’s big final speech like “Listen up, bitch, my boyfriend’s talking.”

Is this the 4th of July episode?? Feels like there should be canons and fireworks going off behind him rn.

Idk, the words of the Constitution can't be so unique and unprecedented if a WHOLE OTHER ALIEN CIVILIZATION just came up with them, too, on their own, like monkeys typing Hamlet. (Given the timelines here... they probably did it first too lol.)

"Liberty and freedom need to be more than just words." Like what does that even mean in this context? Sounds nice but it’s very hard to put into the context of all the rest of this.

“And uh be nice to the Kohms,” after most of them (?) were probably just killed.

I really was into this until the last 10-15 minutes and I think there were under-explored concepts that could have taken the fever dream of whatever that bizarre-o fever dream at the end was. The abandoned ship. The leftovers of bio warfare. The whole weird and under-explained concept of immunity. The tragedy that so much was destroyed,, including but not limited to the whole Exeter crew, for no reason. What happened to Tracey to so destroy him--was it just greed? What about the “Prime” Directive? Is it important or not. They just leave at the end after (as Spock pointed out) doing quite a bit of their own meddling, even though meddling is allegedly the worst. Also, we know almost nothing about the Kohms at all. The “American” society clearly wasn’t democratic. Were the Kohms literally Communist?

I’m willing to accept a certain degree of alternate Earth scenarios--like Miri (though imo that was not a necessary component of that story) or Bread and Circuses, but this was too much. TOO unbelievable. And frankly unnecessary. You could do an allegory for alternate-Vietnam, and it would be just as clear but even more effective. There wouldn’t be any distraction in the form of “what the fuck is that flag doing here?”

There is a potentially incendiary concept here, which is the same one I thought of reading about actual COG plans--certain aspects of the Yanks’ culture survives, but with absolutely no meaning attached. They have a Constitution but they mispronounce all the words. They have this tattered flag but it has no other meaning. They’ve turned the symbols of the government into a religion, but they don’t practice any of the civil aspects of it--they have chiefs, not democratically appointed leaders, for example. Like, COG asks “what IS the country, and how do you make sure the country endures no matter what?” This was an opportunity to show the worst of that: the country continues to exist as symbology only--incredibly strong symbology, but only that--and all of the actual values that were supposed to be stored with that symbology have disappeared. Similarly, their hatred of their enemies endures. It’s lauded in the ep as their attempt to get “their land” back but what if it’s just war for its own sake, as Tracey seems to be engaging in? To tell that story, especially in the 60s, against the backdrop of Vietnam, and with the references to bio warfare and nuclear warfare, could be powerful. And I know TOS can work in metaphor and comparison. It doesn’t need to bring out a literal fucking flag.

Honestly, it was like they had one good, classic, sci fi story but it didn't fill 52 minutes so they tacked on the American Pride 4th of July Propaganda Extravaganza at the end.

It really felt like the lesson was “America good” lol.

I liked the concept of the post apocalyptic society in the aftermath of bio warfare as a cautionary tale for 1960s America, and I'd be up for crazed snake oil salesman Starfleet Captain (or...whatever his rank was) if it were a bit better explained. But the rest of it....

It also... could have been kinda incendiary with the idea that the Constitution and flag are religious symbols... I mean some people do treat them that way and I've always found that, first, blasphemous, and second, bizarre in such a hyper-Christian country. But I feel like instead of digging ito that, they just tempered it with "But also they're Christian, as you can tell by their drawing of devil!Spock, for some reason."

Idk, this story could have been complete with out the whole weird “Vietnam AU” back story or alternately it could have been a biting commentary about what defines America, and about whether or not our symbols might be more enduring--or even more important to people today??--than the laudable but more complex and difficult ideals that underpin the country’s founding. Are the words of the Constitution just gobbledy gook? They are if you don’t live by them, and America has always struggled to do that. It definitely would struggle even more in the aftermath of an apocalypse.

...I’m more annoyed now, thinking about the possible sci fi story that could have been...

Anyway next is an ep I’m fairly sure I haven’t seen, so that should be fun.

#the year 2021 #2021: star trek #star trek tos

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utilitycaster · 4 years ago

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that’s no moon (...theory)

you know I was going to put this under a jump after a nice little thing about how while I don’t like conspiracy theories this is harmless and I don’t want to yuck any yums but after this video included a clip that was like HERE’S AN UNEXPLAINED FLOATING OBJECT IN THE ASTRAL SEA. LAST WEEK WE SAW A MYSTERIOUS CITY IN THE ASTRAL SEA. and not only did not address it but completely attributed it to something else that does not even make sense, fuck that.

1. The astral plane/sea is not outer space. This whole theory falls apart the instant you are aware that the astral sea is in a different dimension and space is the thing outside of the planet’s atmosphere within the same dimension. When you look up at the sky in real life, and you see the moon do you genuinely think it’s in a different reality? Actually don’t answer that. If you do I don’t want to know.

After that I mean there’s nothing else to say, but I will, and I did put a jump so that I ruin this theory but don’t ruin your dash. You’re welcome.

2. The Gith are not unique to spelljammer, a specific setting for 2e. They’re in the 5e monster manual but have existed in D&D from the first edition; the lore of them being astral plane pirates was there pretty much from the start. The existence of Gith in a 5e D&D game merely means the DM has read the monster manual.

3. I cannot muster the strength to go through every half-assed reference to the moon that a competent editor could have covered in a quarter of the time but:

Circle of the Moon is from the PHB and it’s just a druid circle, the moon indicating the form-changing, wild shape side of druids vs. the more traditional, environmentally-based, and spell-oriented circle of the land. Keyleth was a circle of the moon druid too, which Marisha said at one point was because circle of the moon gains the ability to shape into elementals.

The moon is often associated in most real-world mythologies with the feminine aspect, with change, with night time, with secrecy, with fate, and, particularly relevant to this video, with the ocean (see: season 1 finale of Avatar the Last Airbender, also the existence of tides on the REAL EARTH like I cannot stress this enough, Catha and Ruidis are fictional but please tell me you have some basic knowledge of what a moon is).

Tolkien frequently associated elves with moonlight, starlight, and nighttime.

Sehanine Moonweaver is just part of normal forgotten realms lore that was folded into the Dawn War pantheon which in turn is what Matt used for the pantheon in Critical Role (+ Sarenrae from the Pathfinder canon, because funnily enough you can take lore from something without the entire source becoming canon immediately).

A moon-touched sword is a common magical item (Xanathar’s Guide to Everything, page 138).

4. All the stuff about Molaesmyr and the sword seems more like links between the Blooming Grove and Molaesmyr (both being blessed by Melora and Corellon, both being in the Savilirwood). Additionally, Molaesmyr is one of the few cities that survived the calamity before later falling to the blight that sounds much like the blight that came to the Blooming Grove and was notably an elven city which meant it was more likely to include worshippers of the moon goddess Sehanine, a deity who is, and I cannot stress this enough, stated in the video to be primarily an elven deity. It is not weird that a researcher of the moon would be like “yeah I look for information about the moon in one of the few locations on this continent that did not fall during a nearly world-ending event, full of people who worshipped the moon goddess.” I mean it’s no mysterious astral blip you’re completely ignoring, but you know when people are saying something on a podcast that’s extremely wrong and you know the answer and you’re just screaming in your car? This video was that, but for over 51 minutes, like there were so many dots ripe to be connected and instead you made me watch a clip of an anime in the sancitity of my own house.

5. Further occam’s razor notes: the parent of a toddler/CEO of a company/working actor/person with ADHD being on their phone briefly during a D&D game and then getting off their phone and paying attention? goodness me! what other strange rituals have you observed in your travels? Oh, the artwork of a world that’s explicitly stated to have two moons depicts two moons? wild. Asking a weird question on the spot of someone who once played a character who tried to murder santa got you a troll-like response? wow. better read into that.

6. Okay I’ll stop being sarcastic for a full 15 seconds to note that the height of half-orcs is “between 5 and 7 feet tall”; Fjord is well within that range and in fact towards the top of it; if you’ve been imagining him shorter than Yasha, that’s a you problem (unless you are imagining Yasha as like 6′6″, which is also not canonical but I have transferred my annoyance about Yasha’s height over to this garbage video so like, do what you want). Yeah he’s on the smaller side but within normal size ranges; this could just mean his human parent was short and skinny, or his orc parent was short and skinny for an orc, or his non-orc parent was actually elven, or that one parent was a half-orc and one was human, or that someone who grew up in an orphanage was malnourished and never got super buff. I mean, Yasha and Reani are both aasimar and don’t exactly look alike. I’m 5′5″ and when I see a 6′8″ person I don’t ask them if they’re from space.

Really, in addition to not making some glaringly obvious and far more valid connections the thing that grinds my gears here is that this video, despite editing that I found illogical and frustrating, did compile a good deal of moon and space (and astral plane, which is not the same as space, I will keep saying this) lore. It is worth considering that there are magical meteors! Ruidis really is, in Exandrian lore, alleged to have connections to the betrayer gods! I’d love for someone with two brain cells to rub together and a basic understanding of logical fallacies to take a crack at what’s going on there! But instead I got this. I mean it’s not even a tin foil hat, it’s like, crumpled tin foil covered in the moldy remains of bad takeout pizza that someone put on their head.

#okay i'm done #critical role #i thought i would hate this theory and i do but not even for the reasons i thought i would

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the-odinson · 4 years ago

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Thor 🗲 Intro

“Fortunately, I am mighty...”

OOC PORTION —

NAME: Danny

PRONOUNS: he/him

AGE: 23

TIMEZONE: GMT +1

TRIGGERS: None

IC PORTION; BASICS —

CHARACTER NAME: Thor Odinson

FACECLAIM: Chris Hemsworth

AFFILIATIONS: The Avengers

AGE: 1500s/appears mid 30s

SPECIES: Alien (Asgardian)

IDENTITY: Public

DOES YOUR CHARACTER LIVE IN THE MOUSEHOLE? IF SO, WHAT ARE THEIR DUTIES? Yes, but he doesn’t particularly like it there. He doesn’t feel the effects of the cold, but Thor has never liked being confined so prefers to get outside as much as possible. Thor has decided to take on the role of a hunter/gatherer. The vast forests of Europe aren’t too dissimilar to the Asgardian wilderness and, while the beasts aren’t as ferocious as back home, what’s a king to do if not revel in the hunt? When needed he will also help with aid work: he can cover great distances with ease and carrying heavy loads is hardly a problem for him.

DESCRIBE SIX TRAITS (3 positive, 3 negative) YOUR CHARACTER HAS AND HOW THESE AFFECT THEM:

Dependable: A man of his word, Thor is trustworthy and reliable; an asset in any team and to anyone who has a favour to ask. Endearing: Those who truly get to know Thor speak of him with admiration; his warm smile and welcoming personality don’t come to all, but if he lets his guard down you’re guaranteed a friend with whom you feel truly comfortable. Benevolent: Thor (usually) means well and (usually) tries to be kind to anyone he encounters. His exterior may come across as brash but there’s no malice involved, often just a difference in culture and upbringing. Obstinate: While being headstrong may not always be a negative thing, Thor hates to admit he’s wrong and has a tendency to steamroll down a chosen path rarely reassessing whether the choices he made were the right ones or simply the first ones. Distrusting: Thor enjoys being social but mainly around those he’s close to. He can appear a little hostile to strangers: while he wants to believe in the good in people, he’s been around long enough and seen a lot of the universe to know of the potential darkness inside them too. Reckless: Thor often acts on impulse and charges into situations unprepared. This can lead to serious damage caused to both himself and those around him.

POWERS AND/OR ABILITIES: Super strength: Son of Odin and King of Asgard, Thor is physically the strongest of all Asgardians, with feats including being able to go one-on-one with the Hulk and other powerful entities. Flight: Thor’s magical axe Stormbreaker grants him the ability to fly. Electricity Manipulation: Thor is capable of generating electrical energy within his body and can expel it in the form of lightning bolts. Using Stormbreaker makes the energy generation and expulsion much more powerful and efficient. Weather Control: Similarly, either with or without Stormbreaker (although with Stormbreaker is easier), Thor can control the sky and create storms. Durability: His Asgardian physiology grants much more durability than a human one, able to shrug off energy blasts and recover from injury much quicker. Thor can also survive in space and alien atmospheres. Allspeak: Also called the All-Tongue, Asgardians speak a magic-based language, granting the ability to understand and be understood in all the languages of the Nine Realms. Bifrost: Stormbreaker also gifts Thor the power to summon the Bifrost, the Rainbow Bridge connecting all realms, allowing intergalactic travel between worlds in a matter of moments.

WEAKNESSES: There aren’t many things on Earth that could pose a threat to Thor, so it’s hard to pinpoint any specific weaknesses. Perhaps for someone like Thor, the word god comes up so often that he sometimes forgets it’s not true: he is mortal and, while far more durable than a human, he can get injured and he can get killed, a fact that he often brushes to the side when charging into battle. However he has become far more self-aware after losing an eye (and almost his life) to Hela.

IC PORTION; DETAILS —

WHAT BROUGHT YOUR CHARACTER TO SOKOVIA?

Sokovia is where the majority of Thor’s allies are, and he needs their help. His world gone, his people stranded on the nearest hospitable realm in need of a home; Thor knew of a place where the Asgardians could blend in and live peaceful lives. The problem is, however, it seems Earth is not quite at peace right now. When he couldn’t track down the Avengers in New York, he followed the trail to Novi Grad. His priorities are conflicting: while he came back to Earth to ask the Avengers’ help in establishing a new Asgard on this planet, he feels he should stay to try and help his friends however he can in aiding the Nomad’s cause.

DID THEY SIGN THE ACCORDS? WHY OR WHY NOT?

No - the whole Accords situation is mostly unbeknownst to Thor due to being offworld at the time of signing. From what he can gather, it isn’t something that would appeal to him. He feels the affairs of humans are mostly petty ones and, despite his growing acclimatisation to Earth and its customs, he doesn’t understand why humans have to be so divided about, well, pretty much everything.

PROVIDE 3-5 HEADCANONS RELATED TO YOUR CHARACTER: 1. Although Thor is an alien, he has spent enough time on this planet (in both modern and ancient times) for the culture shock to lessen so that now Earth to Thor is more comparable to a human travelling to a different country - he acknowledges that the differences are neither better nor worse and he chooses to respect them. He knows he will make mistakes and appear strange, but sees that now as an opportunity for personal growth. 2. One thing he doubts he will ever understand however, is the human version of ‘entertainment’. Thor cannot stand movies. On Asgard, they would entertain themselves by slaying fearsome monsters or engaging in a friendly drunken brawl, the more broken furniture the better! But on Earth they amuse themselves by… sitting down and staring at a screen for hours on end. While both Asgard and Earth had/have magnificent technology, it’s clear they used it very differently.

3. Since returning to Earth, Thor has become intrigued in the Norse tales of himself and his people from over a thousand years ago and their alleged feats. He finds it highly amusing how inaccurate the stories are, but it has led to a fascination of human mythology and the various pantheons across history and the world. He wonders if he will ever meet any other of these so-called gods.

4. While a human brain only has capacity for almost a century’s worth of memories, an Asgardian brain is built for a few millennia’s worth. Therefore Thor has a much more acute long-term memory than his human companions, although occasionally his short-term memory leaves something to be desired, especially after several pints of mead.

WANTED CHARACTER CONNECTIONS:

Loki: His brother and the person he loves (and hates) most in the cosmos. I know a thing or two about brotherly love (I’ve been experiencing it for 23 years) so would love to write for Thor with his undeniably most personal connection. Wonder Woman: Both ancient, both ‘gods’ and both so very far from home. Despite their different allegiances I think it would be great to have Thor bond with perhaps the one person around here who may truly understand him. Superman: If anything they both have fabulous red capes. They are quite similar power-wise, although I know Superman is stronger but Thor definitely wouldn’t want to admit that. It could lead to some healthy (or unhealthy?) competition between the two, especially seeing as Thor isn’t too fond of the Justice League. Captain America & Iron Man: The two splintered team leaders. Thor respects them both (Tony a little less, perhaps…) and, since he doesn’t really understand the extent of the accords, would like to hear their sides of the story and what has happened since the Ultron incident. Bruce Banner: Thor has fought with the Hulk a couple of times but feels this has brought the two closer, learning more about how Bruce ticks and now he feels there’s a protective bond between the pair. I think the interactions they have could bring out the comedic style of writing which I love!

POTENTIAL CHARACTER ARCS: In the previous paragraph I said I like writing comedic characters (of which Thor fits the bill) but I also want to explore the deeper aspects of his personality such as the emotional pain of losing his parents, his childhood friends and his home. This could manifest in him not wanting to form bonds with others in the Mousehole at first because he’s lost so many people: why would he want to get close with anyone else only to lose them again? Perhaps a dramatic fallout with someone from a different team could lead to serious consequences for him or the team as a whole.

The reason I chose for placing Thor in Sokovia is that he’s seeking a location for New Asgard: maybe with all its emigrating population and empty buildings Sokovia could be the perfect location… I’m not sure how it would work in the group, but maybe Thor could eventually bring the Asgardians here, both to settle and to help with the restoration of the country.

CHARACTER BIO —

You know the story. An Asgardian prince, lacking in humility and exiled to Earth in order to learn what it means to be worthy. A classic tale, but at its heart, a tale of loss, and a tale of what it means to truly be human: even if you’re not. Thor has lived for well over a millenia, but only in the last decade has his life really begun. From landing on Earth a long time after people stopped worshipping him, he slowly began to understand the importance of relationships; from forming close bonds with the Avengers (and wary acquaintances with the Justice League and X-Men), to experiencing true love for the very first time. All his life Thor had assumed that humans were lesser beings, so why then did he feel he was learning so much more from them than he had ever learned from his own kind?

After experiencing the death of his mother, then later on his father and three close childhood friends, Thor was at breaking point when his home realm of Asgard was obliterated during Ragnarök by the fire demon Surtur. With the title of King thrust upon him, Thor decided his duty to his people had to consume him before his emotions did. Pursuing the quest of a new home, he led them to Nidavellir, the homeworld of the dwarfs; unsurpassable smiths and mechanics with the power to forge almost anything the mind can dream of, ruled over by their King, Eitri. Eons ago, Eitri had forged the legendary hammer Mjölnir (destroyed by Hela) at Odin’s request, now he oversaw the creation of the glorious axe Stormbreaker when asked by Thor, capable of summoning the rainbow bridge despite its apparent destruction on Asgard. Armed with his new tool and a promise to the Asgardians of a brighter future, Thor set out alone across the stars, heading to Midgard to find his old allies the Avengers. He’d helped the humans many times before, hopefully they’ll be able to help him and his race this time.

It took Thor losing everything to appreciate what he has. As he enters the next phase of his life in Sokovia, without family or a home, he is truly the definition of a nomad.

#srisingintro #biography

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pearlplusau · 5 years ago

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Pearl Plus AU- The bright light part 3

Blue Zircon has been facing the wall doing slow breathings and tries her hardest to not get too emotional, but alas, being in Blue Diamond’s court made her feelings from her diamond hard to resist, so she went pacing back and forth instead.

“You DO know what you’re doing right?” Blue Zircon questioned the Agate.

“Yes?” Holly replied with slight uneasiness, “I know trying to confess my error was not glamorous, but if I can show my worth and explain my situation, they might be understanding?”

“Or…” Blue Zircon suggested, “They might change their minds and shatter you right on the spot!” She paused, and took a deep breath, and apologized for the screaming.

“If I present what I know to the Diamonds, they may actually listen to what is needed to be told!” Holly said with confidence.

Blue Zircon contemplated and went through the performance, “The other Zircon was doing her job as the prosecutor, but even she wasn’t paid attention by the Diamonds. What makes you think they’ll listen to you?”

“Because…” Holly took out the amethyst gem and showed it to the defendant lawyer, “I have actual information they would be pleased to hear, it’s about the newest colony.”

Zircon took a closer look, “An amethyst gem? What’s she gonna do? Stutter and be shattered in front of the diamonds for mere entertainment?”

“No, of course not!” Holly put the gem back to her pocket, “I overheard the diamonds arguing about the colony of the youngest diamond, sounds to me they were not fully updated on everything. The message involved an incident on the colony.”

“What incident?” Zircon questioned, “If anything serious were to happen the diamond in charge of that colony will be updating the other diamonds regularly, there was no important information given from anywhere else!”

“The amethyst uphold certain sensitive information, but she was told to inform the diamonds of the need for more soldiers to a battle somewhere, I didn’t listen to her of where the battle is.”

“And you think the information from her will be reliable? She’s a quartz soldier! She might not even remember where she was made!” Zircon checked the clock and was freaking out again, and their time alone was running out.

“Trust me, the information she contains will not be irrelevant nor inadequate.” Holly reassured the lawyer as the door opens once more.

“It will work, let’s go.” The duo went through the door and into the judgment hall.

The Diamonds were already in their seats with their eyes closed, yet Holly could sense some conflict between the three. Yellow Diamond’s eyelids were tense, under Blue Diamond’s eyes, dark bags were starting to show, and as for White Diamond, her bright light was not as blinding as before, but still bright enough to lit the whole room.

White Diamond was the first to open her eyes, she glanced around and sighed.

With a clap of her hands, the trial proceeds, all eyes are opened, they picked up where they left off.

The platform Holly was standing glowed light green, then rose up so she could be eye-leveled with the diamonds.

“Begin.” White stated to the accused.

Holly saluted, “My Diamonds, I am here because I have broken a rule established on Homeworld, but for an action comes a motive, and my motive was to present vital information to you, the Diamonds.”

Yellow Diamond intercepted, “So your excuse for executing a gem was to transfer some sort of message? What vital information can’t be filled in with the others?”

Blue mumbled, “Like the information you gave?” under her breath, but Yellow heard it loud and clear, “Excuse me, but the information I gave was vital, and you know it Blue!”

“Here we go again…” Blue Zircon sweated more than she should, trying her best to not look like a lapis lazuli that just emerged from the waters.

Holly didn’t really know what to do, a disagreement among the Great Authority? The other agates will never believe such thing! They have been seen to be the most efficient, the most rational and the most perfectly flawless beings! But with all this arguing, who knows how long this trial’s going to take? Unless…

Holly opened up her side pocket and tilt to her side. The quartz gem slipped right out and clinked to the floor next to her.

“Clink!” the sound was clear and crisp, even the diamonds couldn’t ignore the disturbance and gathered their attention to the reforming newcomer.

The purple gem took the shape of a Quartz soldier, the rays of the colour violet shone bright in the darkroom of judgment. When the light dimmed, AXWJ finally came to view and collapsed on the floor.

“Uhhhh…huh?” She moaned and grumbled, just then she noticed the three gigantic leaders of homeworld right in front of her.

“Who in the name of homeworld disrupts the court in order?!” Yellow Pearl spoke while typing in with little annoyance but also relief.

This time, Holly was ready.

“This is Amethyst 8XWJ, the quartz soldier I dismantled out in the open just a few hours ago, she is here because…because…”

“Wait, what am I doing?” Holly thought to herself, “This is my only chance to impress the great Yellow Diamond and the chunk of Earth is going take that away from me? But if I took her only purpose of being here then, what am I?”

“…because SHE has the vital information to report!” she finally concluded.

When AXWJ finishes her message to the diamonds, they were rather confused and uncertain what to make out of it.

“A message like this should’ve been given by someone higher than…this.” Yellow Diamond spoke with distaste. “Who is your commanding officer? But more importantly, who is the diamond in charge? Blue, do you know any of this?” Yellow questioned.

“What? Of course not! My colonies are done with their development aeons ago, the only incomplete colony is…” Her face darkens with a realization and fear, “I need to be excused for a moment…” she whispered while grabbing the nearest Diamond communicator to a different room.

“Blue! You can’t just…” Yellow sighed, and turned her attention back to the purple soldier. “What planet is it that need more soldiers? We need to see what’s responsible for a war to take so long!”

The amethyst looked confused as there was more the diamonds don’t know of. “My diamonds, there has been a major incident that had caused more of battles on the planet, it is the shattering of-”

“YELLOW!” Blue burst back into the room and started screaming in dread, “It’s Pink! She’s not answering her communicator! Something must’ve happened to her!”

“She was shattered…” concluded Holly. “It all makes sense! The war in process! The diamond in charge! The message-”

“NO! She couldn’t have!” Yellow refused to take it in the information. She turned to White, noticing her dimmed glow, but her expression was blank, she said nothing, even Blue’s power inflicted her into fear and frustration, but still, nothing.

The diamonds dismissed the trial, they had a rather more urgent matter to attend to.

“Hey,” said Amethyst 8XWJ as she turned to Holly on a balcony gazing over the more peaceful side of their homeland, “So, uhm….mind explaining what’s going on to the diamonds? They just stormed off, the fancy blue gem isn’t really glad about this, she just freaked out and stormed off somewhere.” Holly wished she knew what was going on, at least she would be able to rub it to her face.

But alas, she couldn’t.

“Fine, I get it, it’s not my business.” 8XWJ exclaimed before Holly could say anything. “I just want to know why you didn’t give the info on your own.” She fell down to the floor, face first, “Oof!” and just stayed there.

Holly smirked, maybe there is something she could mock her with.

“Because dear chunk of Earth,” She turned to Amethyst, “That was your literal purpose of being here.” She started to relax and sat on the floor, not something a superior gem such as herself should do.

“When I first heard your message, I thought I could impress the great Yellow Diamond and gain her acknowledged glance, but at the end, I knew if I didn’t throw you on the spotlight, they would never really hear it from me.” Holly explained her sacrifice of getting the diamond’s attention but she also knew the reality of it.

“You don’t really get any power nor attention of the diamonds as we are all just, their little armies and entertainers.” Holly sighed, “And I don’t know what I would have gotten into if I followed through, the most I could’ve got was a shock blast for wasting all their time.”

“I don’t really know why we worship them, “Amethyst commented, “If they’re so powerful like you said, then why aren’t they doing anything about the war on Earth?” Just then, her whole world suddenly rumbles, the next thing she heard, was synchronized humming of three distinct tones….

The atmosphere shifted, the air turned cold, and a sudden blast of light was shot from the diamond headquarters. All movement was still, but also, for a moment…

Silence, for a few minutes before the purple gem finally recovered from her surprise.

“Woahhhh, what was THAT?” Amethyst turned to Holly star-eyed but also slightly blinded as she would barely see.

“That,” Holly explained, “was the power of the diamonds. Most likely a blast to eliminate all gems on Earth, let’s just hope it solves the problem on that miserable planet.”

“Wow, so that’s how they take care of things, blasts their problems away I guess.” Amethyst flops over, and hope her sisters will be okay down there.

A figure suddenly showed up behind them, a blue pearl.

“Holly Blue Agate,” Blue Pearl whispered, “my diamond seeks your presence in the pool chamber, and she would like you to bring along the soldier from Earth with you.”

Holly turned to Amethyst with little acknowledgment and nodded, “Message received, I…we, will be there shortly.” Holly replied and took off with Amethyst on her tail.

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Back on Earth,

Coral blinked her eyes just to be sure, but it looks like, fleeing Homeworld ships?

Homeworld gems were ordered to get on board as the transportations retreat one by one, with a different kind of urgency.

Coral rubbed her eyes and turned to Rose exclaiming! “They’re retreating! Rose! We’re winning! We’re…” Rose was not gleaming, nor does she look happy, a bright light shone on her face, fear had taken over.

Rose dropped her weapon, summons a giant shield blocking them from the light and pulled in Garnet and Coral, her companions within the closest range.

“Rose what’s going on?” Coral questioned, but she was too focused on the shield to give an answer.

Coral turned and sees Pearl on the sand, tired and confused of her surroundings as she turns towards the leader of the Crystal Gem.

“Rose, Pearl’s still out there! We need to get her too!” Coral demanded and tried to get to her, but Rose’s grip on her was too strong! She called for Pearl to come over.

“Pearl!” She screamed loud enough for her to hear, “Something’s happening, you need to come over here, hurry!” Pearl shook her head, as if finally got off a trance and went towards them.

The light was getting brighter, louder. More ships were leaving, there were still some soldiers on plain sight, but there was nothing they could do as Coral reached her arms towards Pearl and pulled her into the safe-zone with Rose and Garnet.

The bright light came and all they can see was blinding white.

End of Chapter.

(A/N: Heyy guys, sorry it took so long but here’s the last chapter. If you end up reading this to be short, I would suggest going back to part one and re-read from there.

Anyways, SUF gave us a lot of info about Pink Pearl, but as for the crack that should be there in canon, I’m not really gonna just go back and rewrite everything, cuz:

a. That’s a whole bunch of work, and

B. I started off following the original creator’s concept and I’m gonna just stick with that.

So for the next chapter would be pretty much a different story than we saw in canon. It will however, follow Coral into the story as my main protagonist, so get ready world, for a whole new episode.

And this tells me you read the whole thing, to which i appreciate it, hope you have a great day, PEACE OUT!)

#steven universe #Pinkpearl #Hollyblueagate #Yellowdiamond #Bluediamond #Whitediamond #Rosequartz #Pinkdiamond #Zircon #Fanfiction #Writing #Pearlplusau #coral #CGpearl #Brightlight

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dumbbitchenergy17 · 5 years ago

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I’m Sorry (Part 3)

Summary- You are Michael’s vessel as you are dean’s kid and letting him use you instead of your dad

Dean x daughter!reader

Word count-2,374

A man sits in a small motel room getting ready to pray. “Glorified be you, all praise is yours, perfect is your name, most high is your majesty and greatness. None has the right to be worshipped but you, the only one God.” he speaks in Arabic placing his knees and hands on the floor, “Glorified be my God, the highest. Glorified be my God, the highest. Glorified be my God, the highest.”

He looks up. In front of him, Michael is sitting on a chair and staring down at him, wearing Y/n’s vessel. He falls back, scared. “Hello, Jamil.” Michael greets “Who are you?” the man quivers “Oh, we’ve never met. But you’ve read all about me. How does it go?” “Whoever is an enemy to Allah, and His angels, and His messengers, and Gabriel and Michael then indeed, Allah is an enemy to the disbelievers.” He declares resting his hands on his knees as his eyes glow blue.

“You’re… God?” Jamil wavers

“Close, but… not quite.” Michael sighs “Gabriel?” he questions “The other one. The better one.” Jamil replied“Michael.” “There we go.” Michael clasps his hands “No, no, no, no. Why are you here?” He asks Michael stands up brushing the invisible dirt off him “Well, that is the question, isn’t it? Why are we here? I know why I’m here to ask you a question.” Jamil wonders “What question? Michael leans in closer “The same question I’ve spent weeks traveling around this world asking all sorts of people. Holy men, leaders, killers. And now I come to you, Jamil Hamed...What do you want?” Jamil stutters “What? “Do you want? Exactly. If you could have anything, name it.” the archangel pressed “Peace. And love.” Jamil answers Michael hums “If you cared about peace, you never would have left Syria. You never would have ran and abandoned your friends to die – and they did die.” “No.” “And if you cared about love, you never would have gone into that broom closet with – What was her name?” Michael continues “No.” Jamil breathes shakily “Darlene? Your wife would have never left and you wouldn’t be living in this... rat hole.” Jamil tries to attack Michael, who throws him on the floor without even moving. “And that’s the problem with you. You’re lost... And not worth saving.” Michael sighs “Wha—what—what do you want?” Jamil cries

“What I always wanted... a better world.”

Survivors from the Apocolypse are preparing their weapons. Mary approaches one of them. “Hi.”

“You got silver. Devil’s trap. Holy Oil.” Russel lists pointing at various bullets as he grabs a gun “And these here, they’re dipped in Dean Man’s blood.” Mary takes the gun and loads it. he continues “Basically, you need some freak dead? I got you.” Mary checks the gun. In front of her, Maggie is helping another survivor with his wounds. “A rawhead did this?” she asks “Yeah. Outside Phoenix. They’re faster than they look,” Howard winces as Maggie extracts a fang from the wound, “Meaner, too.” he said “So, so gross.” Maggie gags

The door creaks open. Trevor walks in. “Soup’s on. Who’s eating?” “Right here.” Howard lifts his good arm up “Yeah, I’ll –” another began just as Sam enters the bunker making his way down the stairs. “Yeah, right here. How about you guys?” Trevor asks Mary looks up to her youngest “Sam.” she smiles pulling him into a hug “Hey, Mom.” “How was Atlanta?” she asks walking with him “It was, uh... It was a bust. The woman who claims she saw an “angel”... was,” he laughs, “Let’s just say I think she had one too many hits of the brown acid, you know?” Mary frowns“Sam, we’re gonna find her. Ketch is working that thing in London. Castiel is in Detroit. I know it’s been three weeks since Y/n...Something will break. It has to.” Sam nods yawning “Yeah. Yeah, you keep saying that.” Mary sighs “Have you slept? At all. Sam, you need to rest. Go and lay down.” trying to convince her son “Mom –” Sam sighs “Chief.” Someone cuts into their conversation “Hey.” Sam gives a weak smile “Good to have you back.” he says handing a bowl of soup. “Thanks.” Sam nods

“Don’t thank me yet. Word is we got some vamps heading East on I-90. Gipsy types. Pickin’ off truckers mostly. Last body got drained and dropped just outside La Crosse six hours ago.” he explains Sam sighs before talking

“Okay. Um... All right. Get me teams of two. I want watchpoints every 50 miles. If you see something, say something. Maggie, can you hack the traffic cams on the freeway?” he questions

“Um... no,” Maggie says sheepishly

“Right. Right. Of course. Sorry. Um, I got it. Thank you,” Sam says passing the untouched food to Mary “Uh, please. Would you call in Sharon and her crew? We’re gonna need all hands on deck here.” the man nods walking out the war room Sam sits down, starts typing on his laptop. Mary approaches him again.

“Sam..” Mary starts “I’m good,” Sam replies Mary puts a hand on his. Sam looks at her. “I’m good. I am you should be asking Dean that he’s the one with the missing daughter.”Sam says giving her a sad smile “Hey, how’s Jack?” As devotees are leaving the Church. A couple stops to talk to sister Jo. “You saved me, Sister.” The man thanks “Thank you.” Sister Jo smiles “God bless you.” the woman states “He does, every day.” Sister Jo walking down a dimly light alley, counting the money she made. Suddenly, a flutter of wings “Hey, Jo.” The feminine voice stops her in her tracks. She turns Y/n Winchester but not her. “Who are you?” Jo queried “You don't recognize me with this pretty face?” stated Michael Jo frowned “You're not -- You're not Y/n Winchester. You're,” she trailed off seeing his true form, “oh god.” she inhales sharply

“People keep calling me that.” Jo turned to walk away. “Ah, ah. We need to talk.” Michael tsked “You're the Archangel Michael, from another world, and you're possessing Y/n Winchester.” Jo confirmed

“Sounds more complicated than it is.” Michael shrugged “Why would she ever say “yes” to you?

“Love.” Michael spat walking towards Sister Jo. “Really? That's very Hallmark Channel. So, I'm just gonna go now.” Jo chuckled “No, you're not. Not until I ask you... what do you want?” He remarked

“I don't know. Chanel, Dior, Louis Vuitton.” Jo joked “You think this is a joke?” Jo shook her head “I don't know what this is. You asked I answered. We done?” Michael scoffed “No. I asked, and you lied.” “I didn't.” Jo crossed her arms Michael walks closer to her placing a hand on her cheek. “I know about you, Jo. Because he knew about you. You're the rebel, the angel who doesn't like playing by Heaven's rules or whatever. You pretend to care about these things -- pretty things. But that's all it is -- pretending. These trinkets, they don't make you happy. They just pass the time. They're not what you really want.”

“And if you're so smart, what do I really want?” Jo sassed

“Love,” Michael stated, “To belong, to have a place -- a home, a family. It's very very human of you. And so, so disappointing,” he smirked, “I can sense how many angels are in this world. There aren't many left. I thought... maybe I could help. But if they're all these sad, lost, fallen things -- things like you -- maybe they're not worth saving, either.”

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Sam walked out of Nick’s room sighing running a hand down his forehead. his phone goes off seeing it’s Cas he picks up “Hey, Cas.” He greets “Hello, Sam.” A voice answers Sam straighten up at the unfamiliar voice “Who is this?” he demands the voice laughs “Oh. I'm the boy who's got your angel. And if you want to see him again, you know, alive, we should probably chat.”

Sam begins to pack some weapons to rescue Castiel, along with Bobby, Jack, Maggie, and Mary. “It's a trap.” Mary sighed closing up her bag “Yep.” Sam nodded continuing packing

“This guy's a-” bobby asked “Demon.”Sam cut him off as he closed up his bag “He just told you he was a demon?” Jack questioned

Sam nodded “Yeah. He seemed pretty proud of it, too.” Bobby grumbled, “Yeah, they ain't a real humble bunch.” Maggie looked at the group of people “So, what do we do?” Sam loads his gun speaking “We get Cas back. All right, grab holy water, Devil's Trap bullets, angel blades, because whatever we're walking into-”

“It's gonna suck.” Bobby groaned “Exactly. Maggie, you're with Bobby. Mom, you're with me.” Sam continued Jack stood up looking at Sam “I'm coming, too. I know I'm not as strong as I used to be, but... I can help...I have to.” bobby placed a hand on jack’s shoulder “Listen, kid..” “Okay. Grab your gear.” Sam interrupts him Jack smiles at him and hurriedly leaves to prepare. Bobby looks over at Sam shocked “Sam, I mean -- Jack's a worker, but he ain't ready for a full-on demon smackdown.” Sam sighed “So... we keep an eye on him. He needs this, Bobby.”

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Kipling grabs a cup of coffee from the bar. Castiel is still chained to the chair, bloody from his previous fight with the demons. “And danke, sweetie.” The demon raises his glass towards the bartender as he sits next to Castiel. “Castiel, you sure I can't get you anything hot and black?” Cas replied, “Coffee has no effect on me.” Kipling shrugged “Hm. Me either.” he takes a sip “You know, not anymore, but it's like saltwater taffy or infants -- you know, I just like the taste.” “Why are you doing this?”

“I'm just trying to be a good host like Mother would have wanted,” Kipling answered

Castiel sighed “No, Why are you using me as bait?” He said shaking the chains around him Kipling looked over at him “I mean, it's kind of what you're for, isn't it? And I need something... from Sam Winchester.”Castiel laughed “You really think that he's gonna make a deal with you?”

“Oh, he's dealt with worse. You see, recently, I had a revelation. You know, somebody asked me what it was that I wanted, and I realized that after 600 years as a demon walking the planet, destroying, drinking, defiling -- you know, the Three D's -- I didn't know. So, I sat back, and I gave it a good think, and I realized exactly what I wanted.” Kipling continued now standing above Cas

“And what is it?”

“Everything.”

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The Impala speed down the road, followed by another car Sam focuses on the road as Mary is sitting shotgun “Sam, it's gonna be fine.” she tries to reassure him. Sam scoffs “Stop saying that, please.”

“What?”

“It's gonna be fine,” that everything's gonna be fine, we're gonna find y/n, and..” Sam started thinking about his niece out there with Michael having no clue what he could be doing to her. Mary placed a hand on his shoulder “We are.”

“You don't know that....Y/n's gone, and we have no idea where she is or-or if she's even still alive. You know, Michael could have... burned her out or... worse, and...” He sighed

Mary frowned ”I know. I know she's out there, scared and alone. I know. I know she might never come back. Never think I don't know that. But -- I can't -- I have to think about the good, Sam, because, if I don't, I will drown in the bad. For Dean's sake for his kid, I can't do that. We can't do that.” She answers for the sake of Dean Sam and the rest had left after killing Kipling and most of the demons before heading back. Sam sits at the table, pressing a cold beer to his forehead as he talks on the phone “Yeah. Yeah, yeah. I -- No, I don't care. I -- just keep looking. Yeah. Thanks.” he hangs up sighing another dead end.

“Who was that?” Cas said entering sitting next to Sam “Uh, Ketch. He's in London searching for the Newton-Dee Hyperbolic Pulse Generator.” Sam answers

“The what?” Cas tilts his head in confusion

“It's the -- It's the magic egg that kicked Lucifer out of the President. I thought we could use it on Michael, but -- Ketch can't find it. So, that's another dead end, which is just awesome.” Sam explained sighing

Cas glanced over to his friend “Sam, are you all right?

“Yeah, I've been better. I've been worse. You?” Castiel looked down ashamed “I'm-I'm just sorry. I should never have gone to those demons.” Sam placed a hand on his shoulder “Cass, I -- No, I-I-I don't blame you. I... Honestly, I-I wish I'd have thought of it first. If it meant finding Y/n, I-I'd work with -- I'd do anything. Dean hasn’t been himself since.”

After Cas left Sam headed to his room he turns the light on and leaves his phone on the table. The phone starts vibrating Sam grabs it answering “Hello?”

“Sam?” The voice of Sister Jo calls through

“Jo?” Sam handed heard from her since Lucifer

“Yeah. We have a problem.” Jo answered

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“Now, you -- you know exactly what you want. You don't pretend to want to help people or save the world. Your want is pure and simple and clean. And that's why you are worth saving. That's why we are going to work so well together. Because you -- you just want to eat.” Michael smiles looking over at the pack of hungry werewolves and vampires.

Dean sits in his room staring at an old photo of him and Y/n it was her 17th birthday they were sitting on impala talking about life when Sam took a photo of them together so happy and pure. A tear lands on the glass as Dean realizes he’s crying, wiping the tears from his face he stares at her face in mid-laugh. The door opening tears Dean from his thoughts.

Sam looks at him with a small smile “Dean we found her.”

#dean winchester #michael!reader #daughter!reader masterlist spn #dean x daughter!reader #Sam x niece!reader #castiel x reader platonic #jack x reader platonic #SPN #supernatural #x daughter!reader

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What kind of witches are there, and how do I know what kind of witch I should be?

Hello anon! These are really good questions to ask when you’re starting witchcraft and I am happy to assist!

Answer under a cut bc this is a long one!

What kind of a witch should I be?

So, in order to know what kind of witch you should be, what you have to do is check in with yourself, deep inside of yourself, and feel what things you personally connect to the most. What things resonate most with your spirit so to speak, what makes you feel most in your own element? when you find something like that, that is something that it is likely you’ll be able to do magic with more easily than other paths.

Although!! you can honestly do any kind of witchcraft that you want, with very little exceptions! So if you still aren’t sure which you’d like to do based on what you vibe with, you can just pick one that sounds the most interesting to you and try it out. There’s no harm in experimenting!

There are a few exceptions to this of course. Some cultures and practices are closed or open by invitation from members of that culture only. If you don’t belong to these cultures, you should not under any circumstances try to take their practices. It’s disrespectful, it’s potentially dangerous to meddle with magic that isn’t meant for you, and in some cases it is just not likely to work.

Examples of closed culture witchcraft to stay away from if you don’t belong to that culture and heritage already include voodoo, hoodoo, and santeria.

Also worth mentioning that you can pick as many kinds of witchcraft to practice as you’d like! The one thing i’d say is if you’re going to do that, treat it like you would treat joining clubs or hobby groups for example, or honestly really as you would treat making any other big change in your life: start with one or two, and then once you’ve comfortably adjusted to having those in your life, explore another one if you want to– don’t pick 5 or 6 and try to get into all of them at the same time because you will wind up pulling yourself in too many directions at once.

Additionally, if you really don’t want to devote yourself to one or a handful of kinds of witchcraft only, you can be something of a jack of all trades instead! eclectic witchcraft is the undeclared/liberal arts major of witchery, it basically means you dip into a little of this and a little of that and haven’t devoted yourself into any one kind of witchcraft or another, and that’s valid too!

No matter what kind of path you choose to follow, though, starting here is a really good point!

https://will-o-the-witch.tumblr.com/post/168715999429/im-a-baby-witch-what-do-i-start-learning

Types of witches/witchcraft

Okay, so now that you have an idea of how to pick (or not pick) what kind of witch you’d like to be, let’s get into what’s out there, yeah?

i’m gonna go ahead and preface this by saying these lists are NOT all-inclusive because there are AS MANY types of witch and witchcraft out there as there are grains of sand by the sea and i simply cannot cover them ALL, but this should be a helpful place to start! please keep in mind that i mean these descriptions only as a jumping off point for you to gauge what you might be interested in! there is so much more to all of these than just what i’ve written here. half the fun of choosing a new path is study :3

☆ cosmic

cosmic witches use the energy of the cosmos to practice their craft. subsets of this type of witchcraft include lunar witchcraft (witches who connect with the energy of the moon), or solar witchcraft (witches who connect with the energy of the sun), but you can be a cosmic witch without picking between those. in addition, many witches, especially theistic (god worshipping) witches, may choose to devote their practice to a specific planet or selection of planets. cosmic witches might also choose to be good at and study astrology.

☆ divination

divination witches channel energy to predict the future. some can also predict the past, present, or alternate timelines. subdivisions of divination witchcraft include prophetic witchcraft (witches who have honed their ability to have visions to make predictions), cartomancy (the art of reading cards to make predictions. popular card choices are tarot cards, oracle cards, and lenormand cards, but some witches just use playing cards or even make their own cards) scrying (the art of looking into something to assist in making a prediction. some witches will look into a mirror, or a pool of water, or a crystal, or a flame. there are many many ways to scry. some versions of scrying involve pendulums, and their motions), tasseomancy (the art of reading tea leaves to make predictions), and rune throwing (the art of casting stones with runes carved into them (rune stones) and reading them in such a way to make a prediction), or throwing the bones (similar to rune throwing, but in place of rune stones the witch throws a collection of bones and reads how they fall to help make a prediction.)

☆ Faerie

faerie witches work closely with the fae in their craft. while i personally greatly respect the fair folk, much in the way one respects a powerful foreign dignitary, or an open inferno, i do not have personal experience in working closely with them, and as such cannot describe what that might be like. however, i felt it would be unduly rude of me to leave them out, so of course i did not.

☆ hearth

hearth witches do magic for the home. their altar is often on the hearth of their home if their home has one, hence the name. subsets of hearth witch include cottage witches (cottage witches often grow their own food and some of them keep bees, they work towards independent stability as much as they can, and weave their witchcraft into that) and kitchen witches (kitchen witches use cooking and food to convey their magic. a kitchen witch might make a tea cake imbued with luck, or a latte that guarantees a successful day at work.)

☆ hedge

hedge witches work a lot with liminality. they often live on the edge of town, or between a town and a forest or between a town and a highway or near a crossroads (it is thought that their tendency to live near the edge of town is where the term hedge witch comes from, as towns were often lined with hedges.) hedge witches practice a lot of spirit work and/or ancestor work, as well as they may be practiced with astral projection and/or lucid dreaming. hedge witches are also known for being good with herbal remedies, and healing magic.

☆ nature

nature witches get their energy and magic from nature! there are lots of different subsets of nature witch including green witches (witches who use their magic to help the environment) forest witches (witches who get their energy from the forest. some forest witches also engage in scavenging for magical components), weather witches (witches who get energy from and use magic to influence the weather!) plant witches (witches who use their energy to grow plants, and use plants to help them in their magic), and garden witches (witches who grow all of their own magical components, similar to cottage witches but a different vibe.)

☆ ritual

ritual witches don’t do much everyday magic. they connect best with their magic when they’ve cast a circle and have something to chant, have candles lit, or are doing something else that require ritual and routine and focus. there are rituals and spells for every subset of magic, so this describes more a mode of magic use that someone may be more comfortable with than a type of magic itself.

☆ sea

sea witches draw their energy and magic from natural bodies of water, like oceans, lakes, and seas. some sea witches have more of a connection to one body of water than another, some sea witches can work with all water whether it’s inside of an ocean/sea or not. sea witches are likely to collect sea shells, do bath magic, and visit the shore as often as they’re able to.

☆ sigil

sigil witches create little designs called sigils to invoke their magic into the world! sigil magic plays very well with other kinds of magic, since a sigil can be made to carry any kind of intent you’d like. people who use sigils to carry out their will are often very visual, creative, or linguistic people. sigils are also versatile in that you can draw a sigil on practically anything and use practically anything to draw one with.

☆ traditional/trad

traditional witches, or trad witches, are often witches who have inherited the craft from someone in their family. trad witches often have a mentor who teaches them the ways of magic, and they often know a lot of folklore and a lot about local magical components.

#baby witch #witchraft #types of witchcraft #witch blog #beginner witch #Anonymous

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My Ultimate Top 10 Favorite Drag Race Queens

#10 - Kameron Michaels: NGL, Kameron is partially on this list because I would fuck her in a heartbeat. I actually plan on making a list later of queens I would sleep with in and/or out of drag and you will definitely find Miss Michaels high on there. I’ve seen her live on the Werq the World tour and I 100% regret not getting Meet and Greet though I probably would’ve just drooled on her and made a fool of myself so maybe it’s better that I didn’t. It’s a known fact that Kameron is an incredible lip syncer (if you haven’t watched season 10, please do so just to see her in action because honestly, she’s one of the few good things about that season) and she did NOT disappoint. Her dancing was only beat out by Vanjie who you may or may not see later on this list. Kameron if you’re out there reading this (LOL, we all know she isn’t) and you ever feel like experimenting with an actual biological woman, hit me up!

#9 - Sharon Needles: And here we have another attractive man out of drag! Sharon was the OG underdog and while I’m not going to sit here and bash Phi Phi O’Hara because she’s actually talented AF (checkout her Harry Potter cosplay, it’s soooo good), Sharon definitely didn’t deserve all the shade thrown at her on season 4. Her drag aesthetic has always been equals parts spooky and equal parts fabulous, but she’s actually improved over the years and it’s made me love her even more. My favorite Sharon moment ever is during a “Queens Reading Mean Comments” video on WOWPresents’ Youtube channel where someone said they liked her old teeth better and she just goes, “Well my old teeth just looked ridiculous with my new lips!” Get ‘em, girl.

#8 - Jinkx Monsoon: I want Jinkx to be my mom. There, I said it. Also, if you don’t get that reference, get your shit together and subscribe to WOW Presents on Youtube you fucking bumpkin. Jinkx was the loveable weirdo on her season and received a lot of hate from her fellow queens but I loved her from the start. I have since forgiven Roxxxy Andrews for her cattiness because of her rudemption on All Stars 2 (insert her Read U Wrote U verse here) but nothing was more satisfying than watching Jinkx go from the underdog to America’s Next Drag Superstar. I don’t know what’s more iconic; her tendency to fall asleep at inopportune times, her laugh, or all the jokes about her being a full blown swamp witch. Either way, it will always be Monsoon season in my eyes.

#7 - Nina West: Hands down, the DEFINITION of Miss Congeniality! This choice was so obvious, I don’t even know why they took a vote. I think that even if they left it up to the fans, it would’ve been her. I fucking LOVE Nina. I’ve actually met her IRL and my first thoughts were 1: she’s HUGE (hello, she’s a six foot tall man in like 6 inch heels and I’m barely over five feet) and 2. she just radiates happiness! She is the only queen I’ve met that asked me my name (though shout out to Plastique Tiara for calling me gorgeous as if she’s not the most beautiful creature on the planet) and she didn’t make me feel like an idiot when I just stared at her adoringly and just word vomited “you’remyfavoriteiloveyousomuch”. Class act people!

#6 - Bianca del Rio: Do I even need an explanation for this one? Hands down, the undisputed winner of season 6, and that’s coming from a die-hard ***** fan (see entry #2). Did she wear the same silhouette 10+ times? Yes. Can she kind of be a bitch sometimes? Definitely. But is she the funniest fucking person alive? Probably! My love for Bianca is infinite but I still wouldn’t want her to read me, at least not in person. Actually, scratch that, I’ve seen her Twitter feed and getting read online is almost worse. I fucking love Hurricane Bianca and the sequel even though it’s one of those so-bad-it’s-good type of film series. I sadly missed her last tour because it was the same night as Sasha Velour’s Smoke & Mirrors show and as amazing as Sasha was, my heart was broken that I couldn’t go to both. But you better believe the next time she’s in town, I’m forking out lots of $$ for VIP and I may or may not faint at Bianca’s feet #noregrets

#5 - Vanessa Vanjie Matteo: Mother. Fucking. Vanjie. OKAY, I’ve met this bitch IRL and let me tell you, she is the cutest fucking thing. Like Nina, it shocked me how apparent it is that she’s a man (square jaw, hello?) but she can still paint for filth and look fishy AF even with her boyish features. Also, AMAZING performer! I waited 3 hours after the M&G for her to actually come on stage and perform only two songs (that’s a story for another day) but let me tell you, it was worth the fucking wait. I showered that bitch with Canadian monopoly money and I would’ve given her more if I wasn’t such a broke millennial. And to top the whole night off, I got woken up at 5 am to my friend screaming because Vanjie had reposted my photo in her story so I was essentially Instagram famous for all of like, a day. Thanks girl xo

#4 - Bendelacreme: I love me some Dela. This queen proved in both her regular season and All Stars that she is a force to be reckoned with. Season 6 wouldn’t have been the same without her and did I want to yell at Darienne Lake for being a bitch to her? Absolutely! (Gia Gunn pun intended) And I honestly think that if she hadn’t eliminated herself, she would’ve won AS3 (though if you read my #1 entry, I am 100% satisfied with who did win). She completely deserved her Miss Congeniality title, and while I see where the others AS3 queens were coming from when they suspected she was trying a little too hard to keep up that image, I did appreciate her trying to play the game with some class, because we don’t see that often on Drag Race. I also love her friendship with Jinkx and it’s definitely on my bucket list to see one of their shows one day. You know what they say, the Creme always rises to the top!

#3 - Brooke Lynn Hytes: Full disclosure, I’m Canadian but that’s not the only reason why I love Brooke (she is the Queen in the North though, and I’ll fight you if you say otherwise). This queen is fucking TALENTED! Season 11 would have failed without her, IMHO. She can design and sow a complete outfit, read people to filth, sort of sing (I still listen to Queens Everywhere daily, especially her verse), dance circles around ANYBODY, and lip sync like her mother fucking life depends on it. Did she, by the end of the season, forget that’s there’s more to a lip sync than being on pointe? Yes, absolutely. But that doesn’t change the fact that she is literal perfection and I think that’s why Ru gave Yvie the crown instead of her (though I love Yvie so don’t come for me). Brooke’s biggest downfall was the fact that she wasn’t relatable and I am 100% okay with that. Sometimes you just have to worship the unattainable. The only issue I have with Brooke is her and Vanjie not being officially together anymore because yes, I am one of those fans that ship queens together, especially queens that have actually dated. I will never get over #Branjie, just saying.

#2 - Adore Delano: "I'm a fucking Libra!" As soon as these words left her mouth, I knew I was in love with Adore Delano. Season 6 is by far my favorite season (spoiler alert if I decide to make a Top 10 Best Seasons list) and if it weren't for my #1 pick, she would 100% have the top spot. Hell, before I discovered WOW Presents, she WAS my #1 pick (read my next entry to understand what I mean). Adore is simultaneously adorable (pun intended) and fierce AF. She's beautiful, hilarious, and did I mention beautiful?! She is the reason I say "party" at inappropriate times. She is the reason I wish I was a Libra instead of a fucking Scorpio. She is the reason I insist everybody start their first Drag Race binge with season 6 because I know they’ll fall in love with her as much as I have. Adore, if you’re reading this, I fucking adore you.

#1 - Trixie Mattel & Katya Zamolodchikova: Of course these two are tied as my number one spot. Individually, these queens are fucking fierce and extremely talented (go download Trixie's country albums if you don't believe me), but together they are pure gold. If you've only ever watched their run on season 7, you probably don't understand why I love them so much, so do yourself a favor and go watch All Stars 2 & 3, as well as their web shows "UnHhhh", "The Trixie & Katya Show", and “Queens Who Like To Watch”. I can even give you a list of other stand alone videos of them to watch (ex. "Besties for Cash", "Fashion Photo Review", compilation videos of the pair in Palm Springs... I think you get the gist). Truth be told, I'm absolutely obsessed with these two, so much so that I may or may not have indulged in some online fan fiction about them from time to time...don’t judge me, okay?! I love a friends-turned-lovers love story, and I know I’m not the only one wishing #Trixya would happen IRL. I've also shelled out so much money to Trixie alone on her merch and makeup, and I'm waiting very impatiently for them to go on tour together so I can go full Futurama and just scream "take my money" as I buy the most VIP package they have. Trixie and Katya are the ultimate definition of All Stars and I'll fight anyone who says otherwise.

#rupaulsdragrace rupaul dragrace top10list trixya vanjie queeninthenorth dragqueen

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semicolonthefifth · 5 years ago

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CROSS ch.3 - Sleepwalk

Many villages lined the Black Road, but much are alike in both design and reason for why they exist. Centuries of colonization, and Aurora is still untapped of what it could offer. Humanity has barely scratched a percentage of the planet, on account of both the world’s vicious sand storms and unforgiving climate. In addition, the natives practically own the mountains, and aren’t at all welcoming of humans digging too deep into their homes. Yet to this day people continue to stake their claims, coming to Aurora to find whatever section of rock or dirt that’ll hopefully grant them riches - ranging from lost Old Earth salvage, Deltan artifacts, or rich metals. When the dream dies, they settle down and try to make their fortune in another way: by settling a town.

When you travel the Road, you’ll find plenty of towns - some thriving, others dying, and many others to be completely abandoned. Often times these towns are a farm of sorts, others act as mines, and the rest offer some sort of service to travelers. You’ll have places built around a cookery, a goods store, churches, or - most commonly - a bar. When you’re living on a place like Aurora, you’ll always need a place to relax and have yourself a drink.

Jason had gotten a bad rep in a lot of the better spots along the Road. When you’ve got a habit of hunting your bounty into the one place everyone takes restage at, you tend to cause a fight or two. It doesn’t help that there’s sort of an unwritten law, that a bar is the most neutral spot you can find. So naturally, Jason had to drive for a long stretch of the road after dumping Sid’s body, all to find one bar to rest himself in. The one bar he could find a good change of getting a break was further south, in a town east off the Black Road and nearer towards Moresatta than Calberi:

A quiet little place called “Blondie”.

Population: about 48 people. Mostly men, with some women, children, and a few elderly.

It was a mining town that then turned into a wet stop for any traveling drunkard looking to stretch their legs before making the long trek for the city at the South end. From what Jason could remember off hearsay, it used to be quite the popular spot before a more easily reachable settlement was made, and the mines hit an impassable blockage that essentially killed the mining work there. It was named by its founder, for reasons that weren’t explained - save for the rare comment about an ‘inspiration’ of sorts. Besides the bar, a barber, and an alright tortilla shop, there wasn’t much else to get out of the place.

Jason met some regulars to the spot in his travelers, and they all described the bar’s selection of ales to be alright. There wasn’t anything better for miles on end - Jason couldn’t care less for quality at this point.

It took another 20 or so minutes before he would see the town coming over a hill, with a few lights twinkling to signal that any life was there. The wide swerve off the Road was rough, but after driving through some bumpy terrain he slowly came to what he assumed was the saloon. With the night still dark, and his moon dour, Jason didn’t pay much attention to the layout of the town - very few lights were set up in the town, and all Jason could care to pay mind to was where bar stood.

He slowly walked out the car and towards the large structure that acted as the town’s north-most landmark, and from a quick glance of the many lights and the muffled sound of music, he knew this was the bar. Jason made his way for the backdoor, and from the moment he steps in… he feels an all too familiar pain in his head.

Then he remembered.

Blondie was a town that greatly enjoyed the age of the Wild West from the Old Earth, from calling its bar a saloon to the style structure they built, along with all the stuff they hung on the walls of this very establishment. The place was at once a bar and a place of worship of the old. You saw posters that worshiped the heroes back in those days: legends like Wyatt Earp; Billy the Kid; and even good ol’ Harmonica. There were replica bull skulls, a set of guitars and tapestry. A table at a far off corner had a neatly made model of what those western towns looked like back in the day - all too similar to how Blondie is built, now that Jason thought about it. There were even the guns hanging around the place. Fake, of course -bought replicas from an artist, most likely.

Jason looked at it all. He observed the place, and wished even more he was elsewhere.

A music player was nestled by the hallway leading from the main bar floor to the back where Jason had entered. He have a look to see what was playing: an instrumental little thing called “Sleepwalk”. Santo & Johnny. Jason felt in a similar mood.

Then. “Jason?” He heard.

“Jason!” He heard again. “Jason, is that you?” Shouted a patron within the bar. Glancing from where he stood, Jason looked down the hall and saw a friend of his: a man by the name of Frankie Houser, seated next to a guy utterly new to this place.

Frankie was a tall, lean twig of a man at 6 feet in height. Atop his head was a set of red curls that looked like a broccoli had sprouted from his dome. His teeth angled forward whenever he spoke, and the apple in his neck stuck out for all to see. Though he made it all work with what Jason could best describe as the most honest and happiest of smiles. He wore a set of layered leggings that seemed to weigh him down, along with suspenders that hung over his gray-colored wife-beater. His boots were long and brown, almost turning red from the sand. Frankie kept a side-arm, a typical handgun, hanging off a holster to his side that kept him safe for his travels.

Beside him (on Frankie’s left) was another fellow, a curious one from appearance alone. A short, young-looking man that sat proper, unlike Frankie’s more laid back position. He was the cleanest thing in this entire bar, with a nice dark blue-colored suit that was one size too big on him - all over a light blue dress shirt with an obnoxiously green tie. He had dark brown skin, and short layer of black hair on his head, with none over his face. No dirt covered him, and no weapon was visible. Nothing except a backpack held tightly against his chest, only let go briefly so he may wave at Jason. A strange thing to see out here in some bar, Jason thought.

Making his way over, Jason took a seat beside Frankie’s right - all the while giving both men a handshake along the way. Frankie was firm and energetic, meanwhile the kid was weak-wristed but polite. Jason winced on the former more so the latter. With Jason seated, he looked to a bartender that had been waiting nearby - a grizzled, old looking man who gave a little nod to the new patron.

Jason placed his order: a glass of mildly sweet Deltan Ale, a straw, and a plate of ice.

Frankie turned to Jason, “Nice to see you, man. How’s like treatin’ ya?” He asked, with as much kindness and genuine interest. It was about the nicest thing thrown at Jason’s way today.

“Well”. Jason tsked, “Ain’t exactly going my way.”

“That about the truth for all of us, ain’t it?” Frankie responds. “Seems like nothing ever goes our way. Still, I’m sure you’ll find some good coming over yours. Just need to keep ya’ chin up.” He takes a pause to sip from his own drink - a glass of water, one for him and a similar for the friend beside him. It was then that he coughed a bit. All of a sudden a thought entered his mind and he swallows up his water before resuming his talk with Jason.

“Oh, almost forgot - rude of me. Jason, allow me to introduce to a new man here in the wastes. Kid’s name is Charlie. Charlie Wills. Landed onto Aurora, straight from Tyrell.”

Jason chuckled harshly, “Seriously? Tyrell? THE city, Tyrell?”

Charlie nodded before speaking gently. “That I am.”

With more a chuckling escaping from him, Jason then asked further of the young man, “What the heck are ya doing out here in the Black Road? Shouldn’t you be heading on over to Moresatta or something?”

With a slight hesitancy, Charlie’s response was interrupted by Frankie’s own explanation, “Actually, he’s taking the scenic route. We’ve been passing by every site we can find along the way. The kid’s loving all the villages we’ve come to visit so far - along with all the many delicacies they come to offer. Quarter of the trip’s spent trying out foods, I tell ya! Had in me now more than I have the past week!.” He lets out a long breathy laugh at that, bringing Charlie a clear look of embarrassment.

“Hilarious.” Jason comments, a tad positively at first but becomes more serious when he speaks to Charlie. “Hey, kid? Try not to waste too much time on the Black Road though. Drivers like Frankie here can’t be spending all night on the Road.”

“He’s alright, Jason!” Frankie exclaims, once more interrupting whatever reply Charlie was about to make. Frankie then continues, “He’s paying for my troubles, for starters. Plus, I’m having the time of my life. I get some moments to stretch my legs more than I would a straight drive anyhow.”

Charlie finally gets a word in, explaining that, “I’m doing my best not to take advantage of Mr. Hosier. Forgive me if I can’t help myself to stop so much, but you have a wonderful place here. Tyrell’s lovely, but Aurora certainly captures my interest far more by a great margin. Mr. Hosier here has been a great driver since he picked me up from Calberi, and all the sights I’ve seen have already made the expenses worth it. I must say, you have a beautiful world here, sir.”

“Yeah, well so is a lady with experience.” Jason remarked with a lazy grin. “Pretty to look at, but mess with her and she’s already got a knife aimed for your throat.”

Frankie stifles a chuckle, but Jason continues - again, seriously. “Listen, kid, do yourself a favor- go back home. Aside from the two cities, there ain’t nothing to see here on Aurora. It’s a wasteland, empty except for a bunch of folks killing each other all the damn time, and a lot of gangs playing dress up while proving to see who can shoot each other more.”

“Well I’m sorry to say, but t-that’s precisely why I came.” Charlie nervously shoots back, proceeding to open up his backpack and dig right in. “I’ve got - if you let me a moment - some things I wanted to see here that you don’t get in other worlds. All we ever hear about Aurora are the gangs, he natives, and the various wars. So much history bottled up in this one planet, it’s all so interesting yet nothing I’ve read at home really do it justice. Tyrell barely gets anything, and oftentimes what we do get is questionable in its legitimacy. I had to come here, to confirm it myself that it’s all true.”

He keeps on digging, prompting Jason and Frankie to side-eye each other with looks that equally find entertainment at Charlie’s naivety. They don’t say anything, however they’re somewhat intrigued by what the young man’s looking for. Eventually, Charlie produces a thick black binder. He opens it up, revealing a colorful collection of prints and photographs - to which the two natives of the planet take a gander.

Charlie flips past the first couple of pages to show off a small selection of printed replicas of old war-time posters - from the era of conflicts happening on Aurora. They depicted humans in UROE infantry gear, either lining up in inspirational formations or firing their rifles at sword-wielding giants. He turned a page, briefly pausing to let them examine each photo before continuing on to the next. The next set featured prints of a different tone: humans, holding their hands up in union with the giants, set against amber colored mountains. Additionally there were prints which shows 5 humans and one giant, all working at a construction site with words emphasizing “union” and “working to the future”. From how each print looked, it seemed that the original posters were painted before being copied for mass distribution - with a warm, inviting feeling that nostalgia-lovers would love to get their hands on.

Eventually Charlie did some commentary as he showed off the prints - a bit of confidence making its way up the surface. “Check it out. War propaganda from around the Great Aurora War, nearly a millennium ago. Back then we didn’t know whether to trust the natives or to present them as enemies, so marketing sorta changed in those years. All of it made from a printing company in Aurora, who only got a brief clue of what Deltans looked like from news and word-of-mouth.”

He turned another page, commenting further, “Then see here: prints of the continued war with the Kronian Empire.” The young man, smiling at the two men looking down at his book, turns the page to showcase further pieces in his collection. He pointed to various prints, all of them depicting red-eyed figures, either in pale white face or under black gas-masks. There was one print in particular he directed to the most, where it featured a looming, red-eyed gas-mask wearing creature leering deviously over a group of human colonists. It displayed the text: “OUR HOMES ARE IN DANGER”

Page after page he turned, with Charlie showing off more of his historical collection. Jason was honestly interested at this point, especially when he noticed that none of it remotely mentioned the Old Earth. There were so many detailed, organized prints of Aurora history - even stuff he never heard about.

Charlie’s commentary drew Jason away from his initial cynicism - made all the better as Charlie came out of his shell and was eager to share history with a couple of locals. Though it also helped that, by the time he was listening, Jason’s plate of ice and drink had arrived. The kid kept on talking, being so open and smooth in his vocals, with all the nervousness having gone away.

He’d say this like, “This is a photo of several Deltan natives making the first trek down the Black Road; you may notice how some look uncomfortable with the surface at first.”

Or, “A print showcasing the opening of Moresatta. I managed to get this printed straight off the archives back home - it was so exciting.” He was quite captivating when was in the zone.

Frankie, out of them all, was the most absorbed into it. In between his listenings and close examinations, he’d make the passing comment of “been there” and “seen that”. Every now and then he’d even correct Charlie on something, like how the Deltans rarely fought each other in colonized lands - prompting Charlie to grab a napkin and write the info down with a pen kept in his pocket. Of course there was a disappointment in Charlie: it scratched off the goal of seeing two Deltans fighting, as he heard from the stories.

By the 30th page however, it got too personal for Jason. As they closed halfway upon the hour, Charlie began turning the pages towards more recent history - and Jason felt less enthused.

Every page was a painful memory for Jason, and especially the world.

The mass incarceration site built in off the Road to house countless numbers of UROE prisoners, only to lead into a jailbreak many years back. With it brought the near endless supply of raiders and bandits that roam the Black Road, causing so much trouble from that catastrophe.

The crackdown by the UROE, which began with arming various militia groups to fight back the raider scourge. All that did was lead to even more violence along the Road.

The deadly raid on the Black Road hospital up North, leading to dozens dead. Nobody had a chance there.

Everything that came in before or during his childhood, and yet still messing up his life to this day.

Then the photo that Jason hoped wouldn’t come… finally arrived.

Charlie turns the page, explaining at first, “Of course there were many people we saw fighting the raiders in the vids that aired in Tyrell. They were probably the most popular ones when you consider the views they got. It was a group of these cowboys, dressed up like in the Wild West - calling themselves the Crimson Crosses. See, I even got a photo of two such members right--”

He stopped right there, almost completely. Charlie took notice first of Frankie’s slight cringe, before then directing his sight at Jason.

Charlie had seen this photo about a dozen times, but a new detail emerged then. The photo showed two young men, both wearing a set of wild-west inspired outfits over their tall, powerful frames. The garments consisted of brown vests; long-sleeve collared shirts, dull dark pants, and a dark overcoat covering much of it. Atop their heads were similarly sized wide-brim hats, and around their necks a bandanna. As well, both men shared the exact same style of hair, and exact appearance of face. Between them was an overweight, gruff-looking bandit tied up with a lasso, with both men posing triumphantly beside him.

Below the photo, on a sticker Charlie used to caption his photos, it read, “The Cross Twins, Frederick and Jason, capture the Butcher of Red Peaks.”

Jason hesitantly grabs the photo - his mind felt like it was screaming ‘no’, but a part of him felt like he needed to see it. He brought it closer and looked down at the picture, and at that moment all the color and life in his face drained completely - and in its place, a flood of bad memories once walled up behind years of alcohol.

Meanwhile Charlie looked towards the stranger, studying his face in relation to the photograph. There he was: Jason Cross of the Crimson Crosses - older, stronger…

And now he’s downing an entire glass of ale.

#KRONOS #CROSS #my writing #eyeofsemicolon #the5thsemicolon #semicolonthefifth #story #western #science fiction

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amwritingmeta · 6 years ago

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JiB10

So, last year, for various reasons, I didn’t actually put down my experience of JiB, but are y’all ready to hear all about this year’s experiences and adventures?

Well, in condensed form. I mean, what is this - LiveJournal? (okay yeah kinda is but no not going into excruciating detail here just the best bits) (the choice cuts, as it were) (watch me go full butcher) (it’ll be entertaining I swear) :P

So, firstly, I’m a panel rat. I fucking love those panels. All the panels. It’s mainly why I get the Angel Pass, because the seats are so good and I’m all about them good seats, yeah?

I have friends who spend a whole lot of time in line for ops or for autos and I just… can’t… do that. Not when there’s talking happening and answering of questions and just that room being MAGIC, because the entire con feels so inclusive and filled with open-minded like-minded human beings who share in our love of this glorious show.

I started a JiB Log, but figured I’d get too distracted to actually update it regularly, because that’s what last year was like. When you’re not in a panel you’re either walking to grab something quick to eat (have to commend the little smoothie place at the airport, because they did good sandwiches and really good coffee at a reasonable price) or you’re heading to the hotel bar to get absolutely plast-… No, actually didn’t do that this year, so correction: or you’re heading to the hotel bar to see who’s there and catch up with people who have been to their ops and are still shaking with excitement.

(you can also comment on the wonderful imagination of strangers in the ladies’ room when you see them shaking with excitement and are dressed up in bridal gowns) (okay there was one lovely dressed up as a bride so maybe plural is the wrong way to go but the sentiment holds true) (JiBers - you are so fucking awesome and I LOVE YOU ALL)

Okay, so wanna know the most basic things I’ve learned about how to JiB? I mean… if you don’t, then stop reading, I guess, because imma tell ya. #fairwarning

Bring Snacks (you won’t regret it)

Bring Alcohol (you won’t regret it)

Good Footwear (you won’t regret it)

Clothes For Every Occasion (you may regret it if you overpack) (don’t overpack) (Google “packing tutorial by Jensen Ackles”) (worth it)

Choose Wisely (just general solid advice) (I mean, get your priorities straight) (panel rat or up close and personal kitty cat) (or both) (sidenote: I take it choosing to be both is quite stressful) (make sure that your stress sensors are up and that you don’t overdo it) (switching between rat and cat is bound to be internally messy) (okay that actually came out as not haha solid but actual solid advice so yeah) (be prepared that doing both is difficult!) (and having lots of ops and wanting to do all autos means probably missing a whole lot of panels for standing in line and waiting) (even the solo panels with the main players or - and I will question your sanity - the joint panels that close the weekend) (well not the very final panel) (nobody missed the J2M panel because all ops and autos had closed by then) (but yes prioritise wisely)

Be Open (because, no matter what, you are bound to meet someone you click with at this event) (most people) (actually every stranger I gave a throwaway comment to) (were so chill and happy to have a brief chat or share a moment with me) (so even if you’re traveling by yourself you are bound to feel embraced) *jazz hands rome magic*

Pinches of Salt (take everything you see and hear with healthy pinches of salt) (I briefly forgot about this on Monday morning and oh boy I could’ve saved myself a world of stupidity if I’d only remembered it yeah?)

MNC (get your sweet ass to the Monday Night Concert because both my years of JiBing it has been mind-blowing) (this year was better than last year honestly) (which I did not think could happen) (they are the bee’s bees and the bear’s bear) *throws all the love at them*

When it comes to impressions and memories made this particular trip, I feel like the whole week has been one long run of blessings. Sincerely, it’s been - oh what’s the word again? --> MAGIC.

I’m not going to go through all the boring personal moments of Holy Fuck *jazz hands rome magic* but I will just say that I think I stepped out of passport control with the widest smile, and it barely left my face for the entire weekend. The panels were wonderful this year. I’m still on a high. No, seriously. It’s almost a week later and I haven’t been hit by the JiB blues yet, and perhaps I won’t this year.

*prays I land a pass for next year* *GAH* *the nail-biting begins*

Confession time? (…when in Rome)

Confession 1 — I have such a crush on Rob. I mean, I’ve had it for years, but time to make it official, I guess. He just seems like the sweetest, loveliest human being and watching him sing is like… watching the stars light in the sky. He is such an amazing singer and performer. He made me cry. He sang Fare Thee Well and he made me cry at the Monday Night Concert.

*no I was NOT drunk* *though damn that G&T was strong* *oh btw the drinks in Rome are amazing and worth the money because extra alcoholic* *like damnnnnn* *just as an aside* *but also bring your own bourboun* *winks at @waywardliliana* *sup gurl?* *winks again* *winks some more* *can’t stop now* *licks lips* *yeah I know* *uncomfortable?* *licks lipssss againnnnn* *okay stopping now* *….or am I…….?*

Confession 2 — The panel-watching truly is a huge amount of fun. This year there were a lot of things said that made me want to jump up and down in my seat, because it gives me a lot of hope for season fifteen and Jensen provided most of it on the Saturday, and then Jared was pretty much agreeing with Jensen’s assessments of how the brothers’ journeys should end on the Sunday, and I was like GAH! *happy* And then Misha throws in his belief that there needs to be a sacrifice and tragedy and we all went NO! Also his fear that this family of ours will disperse and we all went NOOO! :) Anyway, these are all stated observations, but the confession is this:

As much as I love spending time in a space that is occupied by some of my favourite human beings on this planet (oh but they are), what makes JiB so truly, deeply, personally special is meeting up with friends who otherwise live too far away to see on the regular. All of us convening in this one place to share in this one great love is like electricity through your veins. It’s like… well, it’s like going to a place of worship, and I think you know what I mean. When you’re in a room with a group of peope who’s energy jives with yours, then your energies align, and resonate, and then — MAGIC.

It’s magical. It’s fucking magical. *jazz hands*

Shoutout to everyone I managed to see this year who have not yet been lip-licked at in this post (or real life), whether it was much too brief (so many of you were much too brief) or whether we spent quality time, seeing you all really made the trip sparkle:

@captainhaterade - who made such a fantastic and impromptu seat mate - thank you, Emily, for having me next to you for most of the weekend! :D

@eriquin - Meghan, it was so lovely to meet you and I’m thrilled you and Emily both enjoyed your first con, very happy I got to be a part of it! :)

@trickster-angel - my dear Chiara, it took us a few tries, but we finally got to sit down in the Corner (if you get to go next year then I think this may be where we’re all just convene from now on) (*suggestion*) *nobody puts us in a corner except us!* :P So good to meet you!

@inacatastrophicmind - Mara! We met much, much too briefly, but I’m so, so glad we did! See you around tumblr, my friend, and hopefully at JiB11! :)

@misskittyspuffy - aw man, Aurelie, we kept missing each other and I really wanted to sit down and have a proper lunch or dinner, but at least you and--

@assbuttboyfriends - hey, Claire, my dear, at least you and Aurelie aren’t that far away, right? Come visit me in London, I tell ya! :D Otherwise, proper plan-making for next year. xx

@bold-sartorial-statement - a brief hello was still a good hello! Hope you enjoyed the con! xx

@jenmdixon - it was good to say hello to you, my dear, and really hope you enjoyed the con (and didn’t die under those lights because it got HOT) (no wonder the actors are fan-addicts) :) xx

@purgatory-jar - Elena, it was, as ever, fantastic to see you and I’m stoked I got to have a proper lunch with you this time around. You have always been and will always be one of my absolute favourite artists in this fandom and, by extension, anywhere. Already a star, girl!

Shoutout to @northern-sparrow - I was sorry that I missed you at the bar, but there’s always next year. Hope you enjoyed the con and thanks for asking The Perfect Question. :D xx

Finally, @godshipsit -- Alessia, my friend, you are this calm, welcoming, very dear part of Rome and JiB for me (last year you supported me so much just by being there) and you are simply brilliant! *all the prettiest flowers at your door*

And to my two felines who are tumblring, but not very often: Laura and Steph, you wonderfuls! Thanks for all the laughs!!

*I now proceed to throw love at you all*

Confession 3 — I have a Favourite Moose. Nope, it’s not who you think it is. (girl, I almost put the hashtag on here but in the current climate) (I think I’d just better not) (especially since I wanna tag you) (hey, Moose!) (hey @natmoose!) (yes you!) (Nat-Blue!) :) #theconversationalists

Now, the highlights from this years con are too numerous for me to write them all down, really, but here’s a taster:

Ricky Whittle (the man is a genius comedian)

Rob talking about how his fandom experience has changed since he, for the first time, is seeing comments like “I hate your face” (the way he says “I hate your face”) (*giggle*) (also it’s such a question of tone because most of those “I hate your face”s are probably said with loads of love) (because Chuck going ultimate big bad toxic masculinity representative is fucking BRILLIANT) *love to hate his face*

Matt telling the airplane story

Alex reenacting different parts of the airplane story

Alex choosing Jasmine from Aladdin to put a spin on and making the twist that he’ll rob the wishes from Aladdin like -->

Alex: *sings* I can show you the world *interrupts* I’m just like yo, just give me these wishes. Don’t mess with me. How about this? I’ll show myself the world, okay?

I really, really very much like Alexander Calvert, okay?

Briana being distracted by herself on the stage monitor (she’s gorgeous and she knows it and is also open about how it costs her a lot of money and time and effort and how that’s not for everyone and real beauty runs so much deeper) (which is why she is the most gorgeous woman)

Jared telling us all to shut up during his Sunday morning solo panel (and basically all of his time on stage, but especially this half an hour of stage time, because my GOD he was in such a good mood)

Misha

Jensen going off on a minor rant about Game of Thrones S08E05 because yesssss

Jared doing that jump-and-a-skip at his panel with Misha

Jared’s panel with Misha

Jensen telling Misha he loves him and them hugging, only for Jensen to turn it into a joke and pretty effectively demonstrating how this is how they interact and they don’t mean anything by taking the piss out of each other because yesssss

sincerely, all the solo panels (especially Jensen’s, because he’s so sincere and open and honest about how seriously he takes his work and it’s gorgeous and inspiring and always has been and always will be and)

I mean, Jensen lying flat on his back on that stage and Misha saying You Sexy Bitch is very, very, very… overt. I side-eye. But with a whole lot of appreciation for the balls on those two. I’d venture that they know exactly what they’re doing, and I’ll forever wonder what the percentage is between performative and spur-of-the-moment. Sometimes I think you can tell, but… oh, they know what we like. Usually. :)

Jared bringing the dirty. I just love his filthy mind.

All of their filthy minds tbh.

Singing Carry On My Wayward Son in the hallway after the final panel is just… one of the best parts, and this year they all came out and high fived and gave hugs and… it was special

The Monday Night Concert surpassed last year’s and went on for nearly two hours and was deeply moving for many reasons and I wish to the good Heavens (…okay you know what I mean) that Jensen and Briana will record Shallow because I think their version beat the original (damn Briana’s voice is just… damn!) (and I can’t talk about Jensen singing please don’t make me talk about it) (…) (thank you)

Also Richard Speight Jr because Richard Speight Jr!!

Also just Jason Manns because Jason Manns!!

And The Four Cheese!!

See, there’s just tOO MuCH STuFF

And now it’s over and I’m still hopped up on the adrenaline and the happiness and Jensen talking about spreading happiness (I believe it was either during the opening panel with he and Jared on the Saturday or his solo panel later that afternoon) made me feel light as a feather, because he’s right. A healthy dose of real happiness builds you up from the inside out and makes you believe you’re worth it. All of it, yeah? And that, whatever comes your way, you can handle it. Oh, it can be a struggle, but if you only dare to be open, then good things, my peeps.

Good things do happen.

I hope to see you next year!!

#JiB10 #my stuff #jensen ackles #jared padalecki #misha collins #alexander calvert #briana buckmaster #rob benedict #richard speight jr #jason manns #ricky whittle #jibcon #rome magic #<3

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