#“let's support each other's dreams and handle each other's nightmares” in his bio

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the way atsumu would have the most off putting profile known to man on any dating app......................

[lemliv]

MCYT SUGAR RUSH AU MASTERLIST

Still a WIP! Will be until the au is done but ! Feel free to reblog this version !

SPECIAL THANKS:

@potenzel / @wakanawill / @finch-beeps / @shrikeicee / @blanktabletops

These people have either supported me, let me discuss the story with them to work it out, contributed ideas, or have just been SUPER AMAZING!!!

COMICS

Main story : 1 / 2 / 3

Dream’s nightmare

Side story: 1 / 2

Just for fun: 1 / 2 

Other content by me will be under: sr!mcyt art / fanart is under #sr!mcyt fanart

OFFICAL DESIGNS SO FAR:

Tommy and Tubbo / Ranboo / Jack / Wilbur / Techno / Dream / George / Sapnap / Philza / Fundy

DESIGNS MADE BY OTHERS

some of these repeat!

Ranboo / Eret / Nikki / Puffy / Nikki

MADE BY FINCH:

Finch has helped a lot with not only designs but working out story elements! SO ! He gets his own section!

Designs:

Fundy's Kart / Antfrost / Hannah

Under the cut is general info, what designs are coming, questions, and others!

GENERAL INFO:

Hey!! I’m lem and this is my mcyt sugar rush au !! 

It takes place in the video game Sugar Rush from Wreck it Ralph - but not necessarily the movie itself! The AU is not a one to one comparison to the movie and shouldn’t be treated as such, though! There are a lot of similarities.

If you haven’t watched the movie: Sugar Rush is a candy themed racing arcade game, with racers having customized carts and outfits based off of either one or a few sweets. There’s a ruler named king candy, who doesn’t have a direct counterpart in this au, and a bunch of other racers. Inside the game there’s a girl named Vanellope who is considered a “glitch” and isn’t allowed to race. This is who Ranboo is based off of. 

The AU is also OPEN ! This means anyone can design their own racers for mcyt communities in not in, have their own takes of racers I have done, or even interpret the story I have so far differently!

It’s just a lot of fun and I’m thriving to keep it that way :D

DESIGNS DEFINITELY COMING:

Puffy, Nikki, Charlie, Eret, Badboyhalo, Skeppy, Ponk (not necessarily in that order)

All of these will probably be done well into the story as they don't have a role in the plot

CHARACTER DESCRIPTIONS:

Now in a different post! :D

WORLD BUILDING QUESTIONS:

now updated with descriptions rather than asks, as some asks are inaccurate

- The roster, how playable characters (aka avatars) are decided, and “volunteering”

The roster is the list of racers that are able to race everyday, with 9 of them being “Avatars” aka Playable Characters and the other 6 on a random / volunteer basis. The Avatars are decided with a race that happens after the arcade closes. Racers can choose to participate in this race but are mandated to be on the Avatar list once a week, and therefore to participate in a roster race once a week. The first nine racers who win are the Avatars for the next day (an exception is described in Tommy’s bio.) Any other racer can volunteer to be one of the 6 non playable characters for the next day, or if not enough people volunteer it is randomized. This is how Ranboo participates

original ask with visuals!

- What they do when not racing

They go to other games, hang out, work on their carts, research, etc! All the stuff you and I may do. Each racer has their own house / place they live. 

- Stats / Racer types

Generally I consider Philza, Techno, and Dream to be the absolute best racers. No one is bad it’s just that those three in particular are really good. Other than that there’s no set stats! 

Racer types are vague but I consider Techno and Tubbo to be Tank racers (defense and handling are high but they’re slow) Jack and Sapnap to be fast racers (go really quick but their handling is bad) and well rounded ones overall are Dream and Ranboo. Everyone else falls in a middle ground somewhere.

- Maps

There’s a “main map” which is just based off of the course from the movie and is likely where most of the au will take place!

Other maps I want to do are an ice themed one, a sky themed one (idea from my discord!) and a beach one! I can’t promise they’ll be in the story but I’d love to design them.

- Players

The characters of sugar rush are aware they're in a video game, they however, cannot see the players. They get a sense of a returning player through playstyles and who they pick (such as only selecting one racer)

I've answered countless asks so feel free to look in the tag more info but also - don't be afraid to send an ask!

[darthlorddiamond]

Come With Me

This is the twelfth episode of the Black Diamond story, if you want to read the previous episode or follow the next ones you can check my Masterlist.

Summary: Diamond's life with Rinnrivin Di was filled with bloody luxuries, as the Galactic Senate began to see them as a great threat, so they appointed Leia Organa to stop their activities.

Words: 2,845

Reading Time: 12 min

Category: Bio

Warnings: Blood, Murder

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Come With Me

Since I started being part of the Rinnrivin Di´s cartel, my life changed dramatically. Di insisted on keeping me as close to him as possible, so he assigned me a room inside his mansion, which was full of excesses. Likewise, he took great efforts to make it clear to me that whatever I wanted, no matter what part of the galaxy it was from, I would get it, so my wardrobe began to fill with the finest garments, I had a box full of jewels that Di gave me whenever his merchant ships returned from their voyages, and I began a collection of swords, forged from the strangest metals.

During the evenings, I accompanied Di for dinner, more than a light meal, it was a complete banquet prepared just for the two of us. At first, these excesses made me feel uncomfortable, but Di insisted that everything he gave me was the least that a Sith under his roof deserved, so little by little I convinced myself of his words and allowed him to spoils me.

My role within the cartel was to be Di's shadow, by himself, he was already a highly feared man, not only for his men, but also for the other criminal organizations that operated in the galaxy, however, when the rumor that Di had a Sith by his side spread, his status grew immediately and no one in the entire galaxy dared contradict him.

More than a bodyguard, I was Di's private mercenary. If someone didn´t obey his orders, owed him money, or some deal with smugglers didn´t turn out the way he wanted, he would send me to give a "solution", which was always the same.

By this time I already had a personal ritual before my works, which consisted of dressing up in my best uniform, polishing my favorite saber, and going where I was asked. The result was always the same: a room full of blood and bodies so mutilated to the point that no one could recognize them. It was undoubtedly a monstrous scene, the authorities who found it was often unable to enter and as soon as they came across a montage like that, they already knew that it was the work of the Rinnrivin Di´s demon, as they began to call me, and they weren´t wrong, I became a demon, I completely enjoyed what I was doing, every time I went for a killing, my pupils were dilating, my heart was racing, adrenaline ran through my veins and my laughter greatly overshadowed the screams of my victims, I completely loved painting the walls and the floor with their guts, I loved being covered in blood and nothing excited me more than going back to Di, making all the members of his court tremble in my path with panic as they saw me pass with the heads of his enemies hanging on my belt.

I had become a monster, in the beast that Di wanted and needed at his side, and, in truth, I enjoyed it too much.

During my free time, anybody could find me in Di's study, to one side of his courtroom, it was there that I discovered classical literature. I could spend hours reading about the myths of the various systems and the galaxy, about extraordinary battles, about legends of Jedis and Siths. Occasionally, my attention was focused on a novel, and at times I managed to remember what it was like to feel the warmth of affection and my heart filled with hope, even if it vanished in an instant. I found in books almost the same pleasure that I found when Di sent me to do his dirty work, I could lose myself completely on it.

This hobby gave me a break to escape the nightmares that tormented me at night, nightmares that beyond referring to the atrocious acts that my hands performed, were memories of my life with Egil... with Keldo. In these dreams I could see them, looking at me in incredulity, horrified by the person I had become, running away from me and I couldn´t do it... I couldn´t bear the way they looked at me... Every time I closed my eyes and their images presented themselves in my head, my heart trembled, my body covered with cold sweat, and the night was filled with my screams, screams that invaded all the corridors of Di's mansion and froze in fear all its workers in its place.

Days, even weeks, could pass without Di requesting from me, and during these periods I wandered through the endless corridors and halls of his mansion, I was, to a certain extent, free to do whatever I wanted, as long as I didn´t leave the mansion, in other words, I was a prisoner of a golden cage. During my tours on Di's mansion, I found a room full of musical instruments. All its walls were covered with objects from all parts of the galaxy, there were even some that I didn´t know how it operated and others with such strange shapes, that I didn´t understand how it sound, momentarily I shifted my attention from the books and focused on those instruments, on one, in particular, a wooden object, with strings, a handle and keys, according to the person in charge of taking care of the room, the instrument was called hurdy-gurdy and Di had obtained it from one of his trips to Zeltros.

I found an extension of my being in the hurdy-gurdy. When I played it, I could feel how my body vibrated to its beat and how its highs increased my senses. It was through the hurdy-gurdy that I managed to physically manifest the pain that I felt deep inside me, it was through its melodies that I managed to get out the anger that accumulated in me. Music became for me, an extension of the Force, so from that moment on, I no longer only carried my saber when Di sent me to do some nasty work, transforming my gloomy actions into macabre symphonies.

Rinnrivin Di's cartel grew in power and presence with each passing day, to the point where we became a direct threat to the Galactic Senate, which is why Di was forced to remove me from his mansion to give me a more active role within the organization, it was so that I learned that a part of the profits of our casinos and smugglers were derived to solve the First Order, who were hungry for funds to create a fleet. Eventually, former supporters of the old Empire sought us out to serve as intermediaries between them and the First Order, a fact that made that Di continue to position himself as one of the main gears within the construction of this new regime.

"If it's true, that the First Order is re-emerging from the old Empire, then they´re not only looking for funds to renew their fleet" Di commented during our dinner, taking a bite to his mouth. "I'm afraid I don't understand what you're saying, Di" I turned around to see him lowering my glass, Di only fixed his eyes with mine as he finished swallowing "The true power of the Empire didn´t come from his ships, but from the Siths who were part of it..." his explanation immediately made me lose my appetite "If the First Order discovers that I have you by my side, they will do whatever it takes for you to join them..." Di stopped looking at me and continued to bring food to his mouth "Let's put it this way..." I was starting to get very upset "If you join the First Order, I will have someone of my utmost confidence within…” he took a drink from his glass "That without counting that you would continue to obey my orders..." my eyes remained fixed on him, while he continued to swallow "My power would expand beyond what we now have...".

I suddenly got up from the table and started walking towards the exit "Hey! Diamond! Where do you think you are going?" I just turned to see him on my shoulder "Don't count on me..." I turned to see him leaning against the door frame "I think you haven´t thought that very well Di, if the First Order is being born from the Empire, it´s because they already have a Sith…” I crossed my arms and Di stopped eating, fixing his gaze on me with great curiosity “If that's the case, well, if they find out that you have a Sith working for you, without telling them, well…” a huge smile was on my face "You´re going to end up dead and I´ll do nothing to stop them..." I resumed my way and left the room.

I was walking through the corridors towards my room, my anger was so strong that the ground I stepped on froze in my path. Be part of the First Order, me!? How can he even think of it!? After what Phasma did, after losing everything because of their stupid promises… Suddenly I stopped and a burst of laughter completely invaded me. Their promises! Their promises of power and glory are nothing without us! The First Order can´t exist without us! I couldn´t with the laughter that this situation caused me. Who would say it? They´re nothing without our money, funds that only Di can get thanks to me! Phasma´s nothing without me! She´s nothing! My body was shaking with total madness, I had completely lost my mind... They´re nothing without me...

Two years have passed since Rinnrivin Di took me under his arm, after that night, he never touched the subject of introducing me to the First Order again, we keep it as the high secret of the cartel. During this time I learned how to block my Force, to avoid being tracked by other users, and I became the head of his group of mercenaries, leading all missions regarding high-elite assassinations. At this point, the Galactic Senate was already tracking almost all our activities and looking for ways to block us, efforts that were always in vain, because, a senator who started a race against Di, ended up, sooner rather than later, being part of some of my deadly symphonies.

By the time we were able to dominate the entire Gaulus system, the Senate named Leia Organa as the head of all investigations around us. It was obvious that they´re desperate to control and shut down part of our activities, especially those related to obtaining funds for the First Order. Leia was a complete headache for my unit, she always ended up meddling in all my missions and, although we never saw each other on a person, it was notorious that we had a confrontation, since Leia's main objective to stop the business of Di was to exterminate the Black Sonata, a nickname that I had earned after ending the lives of several senators, since, taking me out of the way, Di's extortions to get fonds would drop drastically.

The first time that Leia and I ran into each other, was when she had the guts to appear directly in Bastatha, entering our casino and reaching the courtroom, where I blocked her pat and she only rested her eyes on mine “Diamond, let Senator Organa through, don't be rude to our guests" I stepped aside and Leia cross in front of me "Can I offer you something to drink Senator?" Di stood up from his throne and went to the cellar, where he served two glasses of liquor "I didn´t come here to socialize Rinnrivin" Leia replied as she walked towards him, I imitated her steps, staying as close as possible to her, I could feel as my stomach growled and anger began to take over my mind as I slipped one of my hands to the hilt of my saber, Di immediately noticed my physical response and stared at me taking his attention off from Leia "Come on my dear, the carpet is new, it would be a pity to stain it with the senator's blood” Di took a drink from his glass and immediately Leia turned to see me. 

Di smile when he watched us “I think you don't know each other yet, senator…” he went to his throne and sat down again "Let me introduce Diamond to you..." and with one of his hands he pointed at me "Although I think you know her as the Black Sonata" and closing his comment, Di laughed as Leia's eyes widened "What's up Senator, you weren't expected to meet your target like this!?" Di kept on laughing, while Leia only pressed her lips harder and her hand rested on her blaster "You're kidding Rinnrivin Di!" Leia addressed Di screaming "She's just a young girl!" Leia turned to see me again "You're just a young girl... You can't be older than my Ben..." she whispered and her gaze turned to one of pity, I could feel a knot forming in my stomach and my fists clenched hard "I don't think you came to see me to talk about the age of my mercenaries..." Di took a drink from his glass again "What do you want Princess Organa?" it was obvious that he was making fun of her, Leia regained her composure and walked towards Di "Let's talk about Sinbensko" Di's smile completely disappeared from his face, I could see how Leia's words had made him completely uncomfortable, he immediately turned to see me and with a gesture indicated me that I should leave him alone with her, so I left the room.

It will have been a couple of hours since I left Leia talking with Di. I got bored of waiting in the hallway so I went out of the casino, leaning against the wall I watched the rain and how the puddles reflected the red light of the neons while I lit a cigarette. 

Outside the casino, near where I was, there was a man accompanied by a Wookiee, I assumed they were accompanying the senator. 

Eventually, Leia came out the front door, noticing my presence "Leia, let´s go!" said the man, Leia turned to see him "Give me just a moment Han" and she started walking towards me, Once in front of me, I could hear her whisper "Are you... Are you really the Black Sonata?" I continued to smoke as I watched her "Your name is Diamond, right?" Leia got closer to me "You know, you´re too young to be the cold blood killer that everyone says you are" I looked askance at her as I tossed my cigarette aside "Do you think that's not true?" I kept looking at her while I took out another cigar and hung it "I'm not saying it's not true..." Leia sighed "I'm just saying you're very young, you still have the opportunity to make other choices..." her words made something inside me shudder "We all can go back, even when we reach the darkest point, we all can start a new path..." she extended one of her hands and took mine bringing it to her chest "You don't have to be the monster they want you to be..." her eyes were soft, just like her words, I couldn't take my eyes off from her face "You´re in time to leave all this behind..." I could feel a tear fall on my cheek, Leia just smiled "Come with me..." I intuitively snatched my hand away, she just looked at me with surprise, I couldn´t believe what she said, how she looked at me, nobody had seen me like that in years. 

The image of Ylva appeared in my memory, in the motherly way in which she spoke to me, just like Leia, my teeth were so tight that I hadn’t noticed that I had torn my tongue " "Diamond..." Leia tried to take my hand again "Come with me... Please..." I could feel how anger made my body shook, I was so confused, I was even scared, my hands started to sweat and before I did anything I could regret, I put her aside and I entered the casino again leaving her behind me.

I walked down the hallways until I got to my room. The rain outside had intensified, the thunders lit up my entire room, and the drops crashed down on my windows just like the confusion and anger filled my head. I screamed, I growl, I cried, I threw everything in my path. Leia´s wrong, for me it is too late, no matter where I go, no matter what I do, no matter who I´m with, the monster that lives in me will always lie in, waiting to emerge.

No matter how hopeful Leia's words are, things are as they are no matter what I do, the Death follows me, that's a reality, Death embraces me, she and I have a relationship of mutual dependence, I like it that way, I enjoy it that way, and I don't plan to keep running away from it.

Note: I would like to especially thank @kyloren-theprince​, @thetorturerwrites​ & @kylorengarbagedump​​​ who took time to read this first part of my saga and sent me observations with all the patience in the world.

[sidehowriting]

No Place Like Home

Masterlist in bio!

A/N: Alright, so here’s part 2 to Movie Night. Not as much Jack but some good backstory and establishing character relationships. I’ll create a proper masterlist for this series (?) later. Right now, just search Jack x Riley on my tumblr and you’ll find part 1. I also reblog it periodically so it shouldn’t be too far down. Current masterlist is all Marvel.  Also, title courtesy of @teddybeardoctorr

Pairings: Jack Kline x OFC (Riley)

Summary: Riley has a nightmare about her mother and tells Jack about it.

Word Count: 3.1k

Warnings:  Angst, minor character death, lil fluff

I awoke with a start, panting and sweating. Another nightmare. My body was trembling as I got up, legs wobbly and threatening to give out. But I had to get up and walk around. It helped calm me down. Slowly, I made my way towards the kitchen, careful not to make a sound. I didn’t want to alert Sam or Dean.

I’m not much of a drinker, but a beer sounded like just the thing to help. Alcohol in hand, I sat down at the kitchen table, focusing on my breathing. I was still shaken from my dream, clenching the beer bottle tightly in my hands.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Jack coming towards me. “Riley?” He asked softly, “Why are you up?”

“I could say the same thing to you.”

“I don’t need much sleep.” He sat down across from me. “But I know you do. Usually nine hours.”

“I had a bad nightmare.” I kept my gaze on my drink, picking at the label. “I needed to do something to get my mind off of it.”

“What was it about?”

“My mom.”

“Mom! I’m home!” It was strange, the door wasn’t locked. Mom always locks the door. “Mom?” I called again, setting my back pack down. “Mom?” I was starting to panic. Furniture was flipped, small items scattered all around, the house in complete disarray. “MOM!”

Frantically I ran to her bedroom, hoping she would be there. My heart stopped when I saw that her bedroom was in as much chaos as the rest of the house. Shaking and near sobs, I went back out to the living area. Clutching it tightly, I held my cell phone, trying to steady my hands enough to call the police.

A piece of paper stuck in one of the kitchen drawers caught my eyes. I’m not sure how I noticed it, but its whiteness hanging over the drawer handle seemed out of place. I grabbed it, careful to make sure it didn’t tear. It was a note from my mother:

Call Dean

The message was short and simple. Handwriting sloppy like she was in a hurry when she wrote it. She included a phone number at the bottom. Almost too messy to read. Hands still shaking I dialed it.

There was an answer on the second ring. “Hello?” The voice was gruff, tired, maybe old.

“Hi,” I said, on the verge of tears. “Um, is this Dean?”

“It is. Who’s this?”

“Um, my name’s Riley. My mom… I don’t know… She’s gone and it looks like someone broke into my house and I just found a note saying to call you.” This was a terrible idea. I should have just called the police. I was talking to a complete stranger.

“What’s your mom’s name?”

“Val. Valerie Manner.”

There was a beat of silence before he spoke again. “I’m on my way. Text me your address and get somewhere safe to hide. Don’t come out for anyone but me, you understand?”

“Yes,” I said feebly, feeling petrified.

I hung up with Dean and texted him my location. He said he would be there within the hour. I found a bat from when I played softball in elementary school and hid in my bedroom closet.

Waiting for Dean to show up felt like an eternity. I didn’t want to look at my phone, worried the light from it might give away my location should the perpetrator come back.  The only sound I could hear was my own ragged breathing and pounding heart.

Chunky footsteps and rustling paper finally broke the deafening silence. Holding the bat close to my chest I was ready to attack. “Riley? It’s Dean.” Letting the bat clatter to the ground I sprung up in relief.

“Dean!” I yelled, crawling out of the closet and into the main living space. “Dean!”

“Hey,” he said when I came into view. He had another, tall man with him. “This is my brother, Sam.”

“What can you tell us about what happened?” Sam asked.

Dean started looking around the house while I explained to Sam everything I knew. The day started out normal. Mom was up and getting ready for work while I was getting ready for school. She worked at a real estate office. I had a school government meeting in the afternoon. Mom was almost always home before me on those days. “But today, I came home to this…”

When I finished Sam and Dean shared a look. “You smell sulfur?” Dean asked.  

“Yeah,” said Sam.

“I think we know what happened to your mom.”

They took me out to their car, and I got in without question. All stranger danger safety I had learned going out the window. There was just something about them that made me feel safe and protected.

On the ride they explained the supernatural to me. Demons, angels, vampires, werewolves, they were all real. And these two men hunted them down. Honestly, it sounded like crazy talk.

“Tell me something,” Sam said, twisting around in the front seat to face me. “Does your mom have a tattoo like this?” He pulled down the collar of his shirt, exposing the top of his chest. A black, pentacle tattoo peaking out.

“Yeah,” I said, surprised. “She has one on her hip. How did you…?”

“It’s an anti-possession tattoo,” called Dean from the driver’s seat. “Keeps us from being possessed by demons.”

“She… she wanted me to get a matching one…” Things were starting to come together. “She thought it would be a cute mother daughter thing but… I didn’t want a tattoo…”

Dean then explained how he had come to meet my mom. He was working the same case that she was. A nest of vampires starting to form in a small town. It was easy to take care of. Minimal casualties.

“Do you know what happened to her family?” Dean asked.

“She said her parents died when she was little, and her bother died in a war.”

“Demons,” Dean said, and I caught his eyes in the rearview mirror. Something oddly familiar about the shade of green. “Possessed her parents and killed her brother. She managed to escape. Made it her mission to get revenge.”

I sat silently, everything I knew about my life seeming like a lie. My mom. One of these hunters. She did own a lot of flannel. And she always had a rosary with her though I can’t remember her ever going to church. She kept holy water above the kitchen sink and all our utensils were sterling silver.

“We’re here.” Dean broke the silence, pulling the car off to the side of the road. A rundown house was across the street. On any normal day I would just think the place was abandoned and not think twice. “Sam and I are gonna go in and take care of it. You wait here, okay?” I simply nodded, still too overwhelmed to speak.

The brothers got out of the car, the slamming of the doors reverberating in my ears. I watched them go to the trunk, rummage, then go to the house. They disappeared inside and my stress level tripled. With each second that ticked by, I felt myself tense more and more.

A loud bang came from the house that shook me to my core. I wanted to dash inside and see what was happening, but I stayed put, tapping my feet furiously to ease some of my tension.

A few seconds later I could see three figures emerging. Sam and Dean were on the outside, supporting the third who looked just like my mom.

“MOMMY!” I yelled, throwing the car door open and not bothering to shut it. I rushed to them, tears buring my eyes. The closer I got, I could tell she was hurt. She was holding her side, her hands dark with blood.

They stopped when I approached, sitting her down slowly on the ground. Sam stayed behind her for support. “Mommy,” I said softly, sobbing. “Mommy…”

“Hey, my sweet.” She reached out and stroked my cheek, her fingers sticky.

“We gotta get you to a hospital.” I looked between Sam and Dean in a panic.

“That’ll take too long, sweet,” she said.

“Then I’ll call 911 and they can come to us!”

She shook her head. “It’s ok, sweet,” she cooed. “It’s okay.”

Tears were clouding my vision as I tried to take in her every feature, scared I’d never be able to again. “We can fix this…” I said feebly. “You’ll be okay.”

“Hey,” she said, cupping my face. “Look at me. I love you, okay? I love you so much.” She winced, grabbing her side again and leaning back against Sam.

Taking her hand, I said, “I love you too, Mommy.”

“Listen to Sam and Dean,” she whispered. “They’ll help you through this. You’re strong. Remember that.”

Her hand started to slip from mine, but I wouldn’t let it. I didn’t want her to go. I stayed by her side until Dean gently guided me away.

“Is that when you came to the bunker then?” Jack asked. His eyes never left mine the whole time I spoke. They were intense and it was hard to keep his gaze.

I shook my head. “No. They took me to live with this really nice woman, Jody, for a while. She had a couple of other girls living with her. Girls who needed homes like me. I was to stay there at least until I finished school. I only had a few months left. Worst ones of my life.” I took a long swig of beer, finishing the bottle.

“I was miserable with Jody. It wasn’t her fault. She was great but I just… I wasn’t in a good mind set. And it kills me now. She did everything for me. Food, clothes, money. She’d drive me to and from school each day even though it was forty minutes out of her way. I’ve apologized for it since and she said she understands. She lost her family too. But I still feel bad.

Anyways, after high school, Jody called Dean and he came and got me. We had a long talk.”

“So,” Dean said, opening his menu. “You’re a high school graduate. How’s it feel?”

I shrugged. “Fine, I guess.” I didn’t want to go out to lunch with him. I wanted to lay in my bed at Jody’s and just spend all day watching TV and crying. Being out in public with the man who was there when my mom died wasn’t on the top of my ‘to do’ list.

“I remember high school. I was so pumped to turn eighteen, so I never had to go back.” I could tell Dean was trying to be funny, but I wasn’t feeling it.

The server came and took our order. I just wanted a simple cheeseburger. Dean, on the other hand, had to order the most complex burger on the menu.

“What did you want to talk about?” I asked, wanting to just get the whole thing over with.

He sighed, putting his hands on the table. “I wanted to talk about your mom.”

I had a feeling that’s what he was going to say so I had braced myself for it. However, it still stung deep. “What about her?” Tears started to fall from my eyes and I quickly wiped them again.

“She was a real amazing woman. But I think you already know that. I mean, look at you.” I nodded and he continued. “After… everything, Sam went through her computer to see if we could find anything about the demons that killed her.”

“I thought you said you killed them all,” I whispered, not trusting that I could speak louder without breaking down.

“We just wanted to make sure. We didn’t want to put you at risk.”

“Are they gonna come after me?” I was starting to get scared.

“No,” he said, shaking his head. “We tracked and killed the ones that weren’t at the house. You’re safe. I promise.”

The way he finished, it didn’t sound finite. Like there was more he was going to say. “But?” I pressed, anxiety starting to swell within me.

“Sam found some other information.” He sighed again, leaning forward across the table. “What do you know about your dad?”

“Not a lot,” I confessed, really unsure where the conversation was going. “My mom just said he died on a hunting trip.”

“She said he was a hunter?”

“Yeah,” I shrugged. “Like deer and stuff.”

“Sam found a letter she had written should something happen to her.”

My heart stopped. “What did it say?” I demanded.

“I’m your father, Riley.”

“Y- you?” I was shaking. I never thought I’d get to meet my dad. It seemed unreal, yet… that pieces were coming together. The note saying to call Dean specifically, him being a hunter (though not the traditional kind). Looking into his eyes was like looking into a mirror.

“Me,” he said. “Val and I… we hooked up a couple times. We thought, maybe we could make something work but you don’t really get a happy ending with this life style. Neither of us wanted to put the other at risk. So, we said our goodbyes and went our separate ways and that was that. Well, I thought that was that. Clearly, it was not.”

I wasn’t sure what came over me, but I started crying. I clamped my hand over my mouth to try to maintain some dignity, but it wasn’t helping. My sobs were still coming through, loud and shaky, my body seizing with them. Too much was happening at once.

“I’m sorry,” I squeaked out, trying to regain composure. “This is a lot.”

Dean reached across and took my hand. “I know,” he said, trying to soothe me. “I didn’t know what other way to tell you.”

At that moment, the server came back with our food. She was shocked and avoiding eye contact with me when asking if we needed anything else. Dean assured her we were fine, and she left, glancing back quickly before going to the kitchen.

I picked at my food, my appetite lost. “I… What does this mean?”

“That’s up to you, kiddo.” He took a big bite out of his burger, ketchup smearing on his face. He wiped it away with a napkin before continuing. “Jody has no problem with you staying as long as you like. If you know anyone else you want to live with, I’ll gladly take ya there. Or, if you want it’s completely up to you, you can come stay with me and Sammy. We’d both really love to get to know you better.”

Nibbling on a fry, I thought it over. Jody had been so accommodating to me, a stranger who just lost her mom and wanted to make it through to graduation. She didn’t ask questions. She didn’t push. I enjoyed Alex and Claire. With time, I could see myself being okay living there.

As for anyone else, I didn’t have a lot of options. I had a few friends at school, but our friendship didn’t expand beyond the walls of the building. My mom had some friends too but no one real close. It had always just been the two of us.

I had wanted to know about my dad for as long as I could remember. Thinking he had died before I was born was hard. And now he’s here right in front of me. And I have an uncle.

“I’d like to stay with you,” I said softly, picking up my burger. “I want to get to know you and Sam too.”

“Then it’s settled.” Dean looked elated, his whole face lighting up, eyes sparkling. “We’ll get your things from Jody after lunch.”

I started picking at the beer bottle label again. The paper flicked off easily, damp with condensation. The silence between Jack and myself stretched for several minutes. He was the one to break it. “Dean loves you, you know.”

“I know,” I whispered. “He’s really been there for me the past eighteen months. Him and Sam. And I do love them. It’s just… sometimes it’s still weird to think of them as ‘Dad’ and ‘Uncle Sam’, you know? After not knowing about them for so long. And they both understand that.”

Jack nodded and reached his hands out across the table, grabbing mine. “Thank you for telling me about your mother. I know that couldn’t have been easy. Sometimes it’s hard for me to talk about my mother too.”

The comfort of Jack’s touch was instant. I wasn’t sure if that was him using some of his powers or if it was just in my mind. Either way, his touch was nice and welcomed. “I’m sorry it took me so long to tell you, Jack. It’s just… a really painful story. And I’m sorry you never got to know Kelly. I only met her a couple times, but she was a delight. So, kind. She loved you more than anything.”

Jack was getting emotional. The way he squeezed my hand and his eyes started to shine with unshed tears hurt my heart. “Hey,” I said, just above a whisper, “You wanna go to bed? You can stay with me.”

He nodded and we both got up, leaving the empty bottle on the table. Sam would most likely get up first and blame Dean for it anyway.

I walked around towards Jack, wrapping my arms around his middle. He hugged me back instantly, his soft cheek pressing against the top of my head. “I’m so happy you’re here,” he whispered, voice strained.

I pulled away and looked up at him, heart fluttering. Gently, I brushed away a few tears that had fallen. I couldn’t form the words to express what I was feeling to Jack. In this moment I felt so connected to him. He was so gentle and kind with a heart of gold. Why I pushed the idea of us being something away for so long baffles me. He’s as close to perfect as one can come.

Standing on my tiptoes, I reached up and kissed his lips. His hands rested on my hips, his fingers pushing my sleep shirt up enough for him to grab my flesh. I let out a soft gasp at the contact and he pulled away, looking concerned. “Did I hurt you?” He sounded scared.

“No.” I stepped closer until I was pressed fully against him. “I just was a bit surprised. But I liked it.” I gave him another quick kiss. “Let’s go to bed.”

We made our way to my room and snuggled under the covers. We clung to each other, needing the feel the comfort we both gave the other. No words were spoken, but they didn’t need to be. All we needed was each other. As I started to drift to sleep, I had a fleeting thought that I loved him.

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The toolbox for the Beast of Revelation is being revealed!

Nine Unnerving New Technologies That

Big Brother Wants to Implant Inside You

by Pastor Paul J. Bern

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The world we live in is finally starting to catch up with the book of Revelation in the back of the Bible. That would also include the books of Ezekiel, Daniel, and Zechariah, among others. Thousands of years ago, God declared through his prophets that in the last days there would be an explosion of knowledge, and that the sealed books given to the prophet Daniel at the conclusion of his writings would be opened. "But you, Daniel, close up and seal the words of the scroll until the time of the end. Many shall go here and there to increase knowledge." Daniel 12:4 He also said that as this was happening, a man of dark countenance would rise and deceive the whole world. That would include the Antichrist, who has not yet come to power.

As you read this, we stand poised on the razor's edge of prophetical history. One group, the blood-bought redeemed of the Lord Jesus Christ, wait in anticipation of the Blessed Hope found in Titus 2:13, as it is written: "... while we wait for the blessed hope – the glorious appearing of our great God and Savior, Jesus Christ." Everyone else is unwittingly waiting for the Man of Sin, the Antichrist in the flesh, to step out of the shadows and onto the world stage. Our question to you is this – which group are you in? "He also forced everyone, small and great, rich and poor, free and slave, to receive a mark on his right hand or on his forehead, so that no one could buy or sell unless he had the mark, which is the name of the beast or the number of his name." Revelation 13:16,17. If I were you, I'd place myself squarely into the former.

Wearable technology is right around the corner, there is no stopping it. Now don't get me wrong – I'm all in favor of technology. My consistent use of the internet is indicative of that fact. I'm a retired IT guy, I was in that business for 21 years, so I'm quite comfortable with technology. What makes me uncomfortable is the huge potential for abuse if what I'm about to describe were to get into the wrong hands. “Wearables” will have their moment in the sun, but they're simply a transition technology. This technology will move from existing outside our bodies to residing inside us. That's the next big frontier. Here are nine signs that implantable tech is here now, growing rapidly, and that it will be part of your life (and your body) in the near future. Unless, of course, you choose to resist as I do.

1. Implantable smartphones

Sure, we're virtually connected to our phones 24/7 now, but what if we were actually connected to our phones? That's already starting to happen. Last year, for instance, artist Anthony Antonellis had an RFID chip embedded in his arm that could store and transfer art to his handheld smartphone. But what takes the place of the screen if the phone is inside you? Techs at Auto-desk are experimenting with a system that can display images through artificial skin. Or the images may appear in your eye implants. So these scientists and engineers want to turn your eyeballs into a screen. Nice! Researchers are also experimenting with embedded sensors that turn human bone into living speakers. Other scientists are working on eye implants that let an image be captured with a blink and transmitted to any local storage (such as that arm-borne RFID chip).

2. Healing chips

Right now, patients are using cyber-implants that tie directly to smartphone apps to monitor and treat diseases. A new bionic pancreas being tested at Boston University, for instance, has a tiny sensor on an implantable needle that talks directly to a smartphone app to monitor blood-sugar levels for diabetics. Scientists in London are developing swallow-able capsule-sized circuits that monitor fat levels in obese patients and generate genetic material that makes them feel "full". It has potential as an alternative to current surgery or other invasive ways to handle gross obesity. Dozens of other medical issues from heart murmurs to anxiety have implant/phone initiatives under way.

3. Cyber pills that talk to your doctor

“Implantables” won’t just communicate with your phone; they’ll email your doctor, too. In a project named Proteus, after the tiny body-navigating vessel in the film Fantastic Voyage, a British research team is developing cyber-pills with microprocessors in them that can text doctors directly from inside your body. The pills can share (literally) inside info to help doctors know if you are taking your medication properly and if it is having the desired effect.

4. Bill Gates' implantable birth control

The Gates Foundation is supporting an MIT project to create an implantable female compu-contraceptive controlled by an external remote control. The tiny chip generates small amounts of contraceptive hormone from within the woman's body for up to 16 years. Implantation is no more invasive than a tattoo. And, "The ability to turn the device on and off provides a certain convenience factor for those who are planning their family.", said Dr Robert Farra of MIT. This is sure to give losing the remote a whole new meaning.

5. Smart tattoos

Tattoos are hip and seemingly ubiquitous, so why not smart, digital tattoos that not only look cool, but can also perform useful tasks, like unlocking your car or entering mobile phone codes with a finger-point? Researchers at the University of Illinois have crafted an implantable skin mesh of computer fibers thinner than a human hair that can monitor your body's inner workings from the surface. A company called Dangerous Things has an NFC chip that can be embedded in a finger through a tattoo-like process, letting you unlock things or enter codes simply by pointing. A Texas research group has developed micro-particles that can be injected just under the skin, like tattoo ink, and can track body processes.

6. Brain-computer interface

Having the human brain linked directly to computers is the dream (or nightmare) of sci-fi. But now, a team at Brown University called Brain Gate is at the forefront of the real-world movement to link human brains directly to computers for a host of uses. As the Brain Gate website says, "using a baby aspirin-sized array of electrodes implanted into the brain, early research from the Brain Gate team has shown that the neural signals can be ‘decoded' by a computer in real-time and used to operate external devices." Chip maker Intel predicts practical computer-brain interfaces by 2020. Intel scientist Dean Pomerleau said in a recent article, "Eventually people may be willing to be more committed to brain implants. Imagine being able to surf the Web with the power of your thoughts." OK, but what if the user's brain gets a computer virus? What will we do then, wipe their memories??

7. Melt-able bio-batteries

One of the challenges for implantable tech has been how to get power to devices tethered inside or floating around in human bodies. You can't plug them in. You can't easily take them out to replace a battery. A team at Draper Laboratory in Cambridge, Massachusetts, is working on biodegradable batteries. They generate power inside the body, transmit it wirelessly where it's needed, and then simply melt away. Another project is looking at how to use the body’s own glucose to generate power for implantables. Think the potato battery of grammar school science, but smaller and much more advanced.

8. Smart dust

Perhaps the most startling of current implantable innovations is smart dust, arrays of full computers with antennas, each much smaller than a grain of sand, that can organize themselves inside the body into as-needed networks to power a whole range of complex internal processes. Imagine swarms of these nano-devices, called motes, attacking early cancer or bringing pain relief to a wound or even storing critical personal information in a manner that is deeply encrypted and hard to hack. But not impossible. With smart dust, doctors will be able to act inside your body without opening you up, and information could be stored inside you, deeply encrypted, until you unlocked it from your very personal nano-network.

9. The verified self

Implantables hammer against social norms. They raise privacy issues and even point to a larger potential dystopia. Already, the US military has serious programs afoot to equip soldiers with implanted RFID chips, so keeping track of troops becomes automatic and worldwide. Many social critics believe the expansion of this kind of ID is inevitable. Some see it as a positive: improved crime fighting, universal secure elections, a positive revolution in medical information and response, and never a lost child again. Others see the perfect Orwellian society: a Big Brother who, knowing all and seeing all, can control all. And some see the first big, fatal step toward the Singularity, that moment when humanity turns its future over to software.

I don't know about you, but to me that is unacceptable for the reasons I've already stated. Plus, I have another reason for never being willing to surrender my future to software. My future is spending an eternity with the Man who saved my very soul. I will be spending my future, my eternity, with the man who carried a 150-pound wooden cross about a half-mile or so – uphill!  I will be spending my future, my eternity, with the man who hung on a cross for me for three agonizing, excruciating hours before finally dying of blood loss and shock.

And, I will be spending my future, my eternity, with the man who, after lying in a borrowed grave for three days while the whole world despaired and the demons rejoiced, rose again to live forever, much to the absolute horror of those demons and to the eternal benefit of humankind. All we have to do is (1) believe it sincerely and wholeheartedly, and (2) make it our business to lives our lives as if we do believe. We do that by serving others first, understanding that when we do so, all will be served including ourselves. How about yourselves? Have you embraced Jesus yet? If not, don't you think it's time you did? Place your unconditional faith and trust in Him today!

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High Horoscopes | Jan. 5, 2017

The HIGH TIMES weekly astrological forecast, complete with strain recommendations!

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Aries

In the last coughing sputters of 2016 we lost Carrie Fisher. She might have played Leia but IRL she was a true modern-day princess: a strong-minded, independent, take no bullshit, intelligent, witty, creative woman with a wicked sense of humor.  What she dished out is exactly what the cosmos want you to serve in 2017: irreverent, self-effacing, take no prisoners, laugh it all off marvelousness. And some creative hairstyling, of course: don’t diss the side buns. Strain recommendation: Harlequin

Taurus

Before 2016 could slink away into the darkness from which it came, it took with it George Michael. His life’s struggle to reveal to the world his true self empowered his fans to do the same. He encouraged us all to be free and to have faith in ourselves. You can borrow his leather jacket and jukebox and pantheon of ’90s super models if you must, or you can just be loud and proud, but your task in 2017 is to speak up for all the parts of you that have hidden in the shadows out of fear. Sing out, baby. Strain recommendation: Cherry Bomb

Cancer

At the end of this past year we lost the magical Debbie Reynolds. Her career was as long as it was diverse: a triple threat and an absolute joy to watch. She will also be remembered for dying a day after her beloved daughter, Carrie Fisher. Their relationship was difficult and fraught with the highs and lows that accompany addiction, mental illness, hard-won reconciliations and the showbiz child/parent dynamic. They ran life’s gauntlet side by side, and together they moved on to the next great challenge. This commitment to making their family functional is what you will be embodying in 2017. Either by working out your own kinks or by being a wonderful example to those around you, family togetherness is your key word. Strain recommendation: Snoop’s Dream

Gemini

Losing Leonard Cohen in 2016 came as a real blow to lovers and poets across the globe, not to mention Buddhists, Montrealers, and musicians who all held him in a dear place in their hearts. 2017 is calling upon you to summon your inner romantic artist, to speak your truth and craft it until it is specifically yours and universally relatable. You will be unafraid of rejection and vulnerability, and when you connect to your spiritual power you will be able to harness the strength it gives you to bring a deep comfort to others. Put your heart out there for the world to embrace! Strain recommendation: Bio-Jesus

Leo

So much of 2016 was dominated by the US election that you wouldn’t be wrong to think of Trump as the face of the year. And what a year, and face, it is. Now, as the US braces itself for a 2017 under his rule, we are all left to wonder who will step forward as the face of 2017. Will it be an anti-Donald figure, a humanitarian Mandela type, a Bernie-esque politician, or a celebrity protester à la Mark Ruffalo? Or perhaps it will be a Trumpy ally, like a Putin or a Bannon? I mention this because the cosmos are calling for a political Leo this year. That part of you that speaks your mind and holds fast to your beliefs will be called upon. It is now that you must decide what kind of leader you want to be and whom you will support in the year to come. A great divide has formed, and no fence sitters are allowed anymore. Strain recommendation: Sour Jack

Virgo

So Brexit was a shocker. The world was left gobsmacked when the impossible happened. England voted to leave the EU and no one seemed more surprised than the British people themselves. A huge amount of exit voters said after voting day that they had changed their minds and wanted a revote. The ugly truth couldn’t be avoided, however; their beds had been made. As 2017 sweeps in, you must think of  those Brits who recanted and what they learned the hard way; listen to no rhetoric, take no action without contemplation, and weigh all possibilities carefully. It’s a precarious time for you, and while risks need to be taken, you must tread softly and with purpose. Each step you take this year will leave an indelible footprint. Strain recommendation: Red Haze

Libra

There is a dog in my family that I find looks naked when he isn’t wearing his collar. He reminds me of you in 2017. When you allow yourself to be the real you it will come off as incredibly vulnerable, beautiful (even if slightly inappropriate) and uncommon. No matter how frighteningly nude you feel, you must continue in this vein, unabashedly in your birthday suit for the whole world to see. You are a bastion in these times of obfuscation and double speak: someone willing to be unadorned, raw and sometimes even a bit ugly. The cosmos applaud you and recommend a healthy diet of compassion for those who can’t handle your truth. Shine on! Strain recommendation: Silver Surfer

Scorpio

When you come across tough times in 2017, it will suck just as hard as it has in previous years, but there will be a slight difference… you will see the pain, even feel it, but it won’t damage you. You have lived through irreparably harmful events in your life, and have learnt from them. Finally, this year, your past pains have formed a shield that lives between the core of you and your experiences. This wonderful distance will help you on your path towards mindfulness, allowing you to keep that vulnerable part of you protected yet not blocked off. It’s an exciting time ahead for your personal growth. May you find joy in the self-awareness. Strain recommendation: Citrix

Sagittarius

Remember the Zika virus? Like the bird flu and H1N1 it came in like a horrifying nightmare and went out faster than a B-lister on the reality show circuit.  In 2017, we’ll encounter a few more apocalyptic style news pieces that’ll scare the bejeezus out of everybody, but you’ve learnt by now how that little boy likes to cry wolf for the attention. You’ve got a grip on this year coming, you’re ready for it and heck, you might even have a little fun along the way. Take this newfound bravado and let it lead you to adventures that build your self-esteem. Stack it on top of each new accomplishment and by this time next year you’ll be flabbergasted by the advancements you’ve made. Make the space and it will be filled. Strain recommendation: Banana Diesel

Capricorn

Float like a butterfly, sting like a bee – sadly 2016 took down Ali. Cassius Clay, aka the great and beautiful boxer Muhammad, was an inspiring speaker, a strong activist and one hell of a fighter. When he lost his words and full control of his body due to Parkinson’s, it was particularly poignant as he had been naturally so graceful and eloquent. In honor of his spirit, I challenge you to activate your muscles and your words toward serving your causes: be they political, spiritual, personal or communal. Approach this year to come with a bit of his style and you should sail through like Ali’s The Rumble in the Jungle. Strain recommendation: Galactic Jack

Aquarius

When people talk about their physical body as if it is separate from their mind, their spiritual self or their emotions, I hear them saying they need to learn how to ingrate their many compartments into one self, to take a holistic approach to their life. Lately you have been focusing so much on your physical doings you have left the rest of you in the dusty dry haze of a Sunday afternoon, eating rusks and watching old home videos. Your arid neural pathways, the desert that is your emotional center and the tumbleweed blowing through your spiritual realm are signs that you need to drink a big glass of rehydrating reincorporation. I suggest cleaning out your bits in a heavy rain, bathing in the light of the moon and crying some tears over nothing but spilt water until all the barriers have been lifted and the river flows freely again. Strain recommendation: Blue Boy

Pisces

Remember when Ryan Lochte lied to everyone about being held up at gunpoint in Brazil after the Olympics? What a strange moment in sports history that was. From all accounts, he and his team were caught being dumbasses at a Rio gas station and instead of ‘fessing up they turned it into an international incident by fabricating some ridiculous story. This is a great lesson for you in 2017. Sometimes Pisceans can stretch the truth a little, maybe decorate reality with their own brand of historical revision… but this year must bring an end to that silliness. You must get in the habit of talking straight before you get caught with your pants down. This year Pinocchio needs to go into retirement before he ends up toothpicks. Strain recommendation: Voodoo

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