#Criminal punishment if God is on your side. Divine punishment if God is on my side

[jeanvanjer]

Moon Dong-eun was Park Yeon-jin’s divine punishment.

[the-white-void]

Unbounded by the Trivial

You are an imposter but you don’t really care about anything anymore so you just let it be, it’s not like if you try hard enough you could change it.

You had a normal life and whatever happened you just let it be, “it is what it is” was your motto in life, so if there’s anything you don’t have control over, you wouldn’t go out of your way to change it.

And so after your mind was blown off you woke up in genshin impact and let your holy luck deal with what kind of situation you would end up in.

Oh lo and behold the Knights have swarmed you with weapons and blockaded your surroundings “Welp, I ain’t surviving this shit” you thought in your mind, the acting grandmaster marched through the crowd of knights while you simply stayed on the ground looking at everyone’s feet “you have committed high treason for impersonation of the divine one” her voice boomed across the field “you imprisoned until the gods of the nation’s decide what to do with you” as she readied her blade preparing for an attempt of your escape “ok” was all yet happened, you a criminal with unknown punishment simply just letting it happen?

The blade still in hand in belief that you were bluffing, you stood up with hands upfront “So what are you waiting for?” This move stunned the crowd as the Knight in front of you cuffed your hands with a puzzled face.

Taken to the dungeons of Mondstat you just waited while trying to chat with the guards and entertain yourself with their reactions, some were repellent against you, some were hesitant to reply, and some even turned into a therapy session.

It didn’t take long for the true creator to know of your arrival and then immediately start planning how they will greet their precious baby in their palace.

The archons rarely meet one another and especially all 7 of them in the same room and here they are because of you. It all started awkwardly since no one knew how to start this off, after some time the silence was broken by Zhongli “So it seems we all agree that something needs to be done with the imposter” he said looking suspiciously at the Tsaritsa “If you all agree?” he questioned, all of them nodded in agreement “so then what would you like to suggest then?” the dendro archon asked the other gods, the anemo archon quickly jumped up “a simple public execution would suffice their grace won’t it?” the green bard suggested but some were hesitant.

Therefore the hydro archon proposed a vote, those who wish for the undertaking of the imposter were to raise their right hand, and those who opposed were to raise their left. 4 raised their right hand, Zhongli, Venti, Ei, and Murata all agreed to punish the imposter by taking their life, and 2 presented their left hand in a debate against the option which was from the dendro and hydro archon, many were shocked by the god of justice going against the idea.

“Why would you of all people go against this?” Ei stood up and asked her in disbelief “Well serving unjust justice is no different than committing a crime and based on what I’ve heard they don’t seem to be doing anything wrong” she stated as the Tsaritsa cut her off “Your reasoning lacks evidence, as you said you’ve only heard it” her tone cold and stern sticking a nerve on the hydro archon “that’s funny coming from someone who chose no side and that is exactly why I wish to see for my self who this imposter really is if you’d allow me barbatoes” to which he approved.

The Divine overseer of teyvat ignored all their duties and continuously daydreamed about how their reunion would go as they decorated their place on all your desires with a joyous smile.

A few days pass until the God of Justice arrived in the city of freedom where the imposter was held imprisoned. Upon entering faint voices were heard from where they were supposed to be detained but when she arrived expecting a violent prisoner but saw a knight shedding tears at a figure behind bars gently patting their head and mouthing words she could not decipher.

The knight saw the high figure then quickly wiped their tears and greeted them with their voice croaking “Your majesty, welcome to Mondstat, the imposter is held here” They gestured to your cell while you were limped on the bars looking at the god before you “so are you here to kill me?” this question was unexpected from someone with the face the deity that sees all “no but I am here for answers, specifically from you” she glowered at you “although I am against just killing you for no apparent reason other than looking like them I do have to know your intentions. Now tell” as she motions the guards to leave

You sigh and tell them what you know including some hints about your world.

“So you tell me you are from another world where this world is implemented as a game where everything is recorded as a story for people all over your world”

“Yep”

“I see… am I any good?”

“huh?”

“You did say all of teyvat became a game in your world so what did you think of me?”

“I don’t know, you weren’t in it yet”

A disappointed sigh left her lips while you were confused. “As much as what you have told me does seem farfetched, how do you expect me to believe this?” your expression was all drained from thinking about what you’ve been doing with your life “Believe what you want to believe, it ain’t really my problem”

“Aren’t you a little too pessimistic?”

“It’s from experience and from that I just gave up on controlling things that are out of control”

The hydro archon stood up to leave the saddening aura of the room “You are one weak soul aren’t you” she said before she left “I am… and pathetic”

Out of the dungeon waiting for the god of justice were the other six archons waiting for what was information about the imposter.

“What did you find out about them?” the god of freedom taunted “Nothing? I bet they wouldn’t even talk to you”

“They looked lost and defeated, but what they said is unbelievable… but possible”

“Sympathy from you? They must be lucky?” the war wretched god teased

“Well, what did they say?” the wisdom-thirsty deity asked

“That is not necessary, 4 to 2 when we decided if they are to be executed for the public and for their grace” the former geo archon imposed on the group.

Not long when the execution day had come when your head was locked in a guillotine, you were shaking no your body was but you just stayed still as your tears ran down your face.

After decorating their palace and planning how you two will be with each other and replaying all these scenarios in their head they finally descend upon the lands of teyvat but it was quiet… and silent and they finally realized that they have not checked up on the people for some time and saw what was to happen, nothing but rage was all they could feel as they dashed through the wind to find you

Your head was cut but you did not die, you were wide awake while looking at your headless body, it did not have muscles or bones, it was like a tip bucked with golden blood being spilt across the floor, you tried to stand up and so did your body and it worked like it was normal.

Many were horrified by the blood they had spilt, divine blood, but you simply picked up your head and lifted it above your head

“Holy smokes dude, this cut is insane, shoutout to my barber daug”

Then the earth began to rumble and the winds and thunders covered the sky before the Divine Deity you’ve heard of appears before you, several thoughts came swirling down your head until you dropped then the creator’s face turned to worry as they trembled from the sound of your head clashing with the ground, it didn’t take long for your head blood to run out where you fainted.

You woke up in the arms of the creator snuggling you close to their arms humming a lullaby you are unfamiliar with “Oh, you’re awake, are feeling any better? Do you need me to get something?” Their words going through one ear out the other “Are you that god they talkin' about?” “Yes but no need for such formalities my dear child” their tone giving off the feeling ling clouds “So you are like my parent now?” “I always have been” You were beyond confused but you’ll ask about it later.

“Ok, but what happened to uh.. the hydro archon?” You were curious about her since that day “She’s imprisoned like the others” “but she didn’t do anything” “Oh, I see very well then I’ll get her”.

She was released shortly after and she thanked you for your generosity but you simply wish for a chat every now and then, the Tsaritsa was also released since she was merely listening for information

[respectthepetty]

Fairy tale - A happy story where the heroine overcomes the villains.

I'll just get married while I'm still young and pretty. I'll pick a nice guy to marry. Maybe have a kid or two. A happily ever after of my own.

The Prince:

Fable - A cautious tale where the animals teach a moral lesson.

You need to get punished. Criminal punishment if God’s on your side, and divine punishment if God’s on my side.

The Huntsman:

[sadaf-e-mohabbat]

"Criminal punishment if God's on your side, divine punishment if God's on my side."

[stagred]

MEDIA THAT INSPIRES MY VERSION OF ALASTOR!

Shawshank Redemption: Andy Dufresne. The themes of accepting your fate. Man imprisoned for a crime he didn't commit becomes a criminal to survive in prison, but still suffers immensely and makes close and passionate friends. Realizes that prison is where he thrives, yet craves freedom and spends nearly 20 years fighting for it

Candyman: Tony Todd's portrayal. Powerful, terrifying eldritch being. Tall, handsome, well dressed, eloquent. In a moment where bees are swarming in his mouth, he kisses the heroine with such divine passion that you almost forget the horror. But also themes of Black suffering, exacting revenge because you need to, not because you want to. Romance as a detriment, a disadvantage, not something to fight for.

SE7EN: Violent and creative crimes committed to force attrition. Embodying sin and punishing it. "People these days, you cant just tap them on the shoulder anymore. You have to hit them over the head with a sledgehammer. And then you'll find… you have their strict attention." Neon crosses, sex and debauchery, the underbelly of a city. The unnamed city that doesn't exist, but everyone can identify. "Mankind is good, and worth fighting for. I agree with the second part."

We Happy Few: Using happiness and suppression to hide your trauma. Attacking those who don't conform. The sinister fear behind every over-stretched smile. 60s vibes, but forever tainted by 30s and 40s events because the people never moved onward. Muttering to oneself in mourning of the memories you cant remember forgetting.

Bioshock: "No gods or kings, only man." Freedom of expression, but a violent hatred of the beings who control it regardless of the context they're in, like religion and education. Sander Cohen. Art at any cost. Transformation, puppets on strings, playing your part on a stage and diverting from the script. The neon glow of the 60s nightlife, but waterlogged and destroyed by time.

It Follows: A creeping monster that can only walk, but will never stop. Pass it on through acts of sex and debauchery. Vibrant red blood in a glowing blue pool from an entity you can't even see that you injured.

Matilda The Musical: Agatha Trunchbull. "The Smell Of Rebellion." Hatred of those weaker than you to an almost comical degree. Cleverness and loopholes in rules. Hurting people back, because why should you be the bigger person? "A contract is a contract is a contract!"

Carrie The Musical: Voice breaking during emotional numbers. "Eve Was Weak." Religious trauma manifesting physically. Covered in blood and surrounded by fire. "Mother was right."

The Shining: All work and no play makes Alastor a dull boy. Being held hostage by the narrative, regardless of if you're doomed by it. Blood cascading through the halls. "I'm not gonna hurt you… I'm just gonna bash your fucking brains in!" The empty ballroom, the bartender who isn't there.

The Green Mile: Killing a miracle. Percy Wetmore. Burning people alive just to see what might happen. Weeping as you sing "Cheek To Cheek" and face the reaper. Clutching the bodies of two little girls and crying to the heavens because it isn't fucking fair.

The Black Phone: The masks. "It's his favorite game: good boy, bad boy." The phone that doesn't work, and the calls that keep coming in. Little boys floating in the air, throats slit, begging for help. Jesus as a deity to worship for divination. The entire kitchen scene. (CW for child abuse)

Coraline: Forced smiles. Eating bugs like candy. "He pulled a looooong face, and Mother didn't like that." The Other Mother. "She'd love something to eat. / Mothers don't eat… daughters. / I dunno. how do you taste?" Watching victims through the dolls.

Welcome To Night Vale: The specific sense of melancholy and nostalgia that just listening to the podcast inflicts upon the listener. The radio host as the protector of the city.

The Princess and the Frog: Facilier. Friends on the other side. Voodoo in all its forms. "Fun thing about voodoo, Larry. Can't conjure a thing for myself."

[idgafak]

“don't apologize. i didn't bet my teenage years, twenties, and thirties on this just for an apology.

you need to get punished.

criminal punishment if god is on your side...and divine punishment if god is on my side.”

[wine4thewin]

Don't apologize. I didn't bet my teenage years, twenties, and thirties on this just for an apology. You need to get punished. Criminal Punishment if God is on your side...and Divine Punishment if God is on my side.

Moon Dong-eun | The Glory

[lunarot]

intense confessions at the confessional (cd ver.)

i tried translating some of the songs before finding out you can (kind of) access the english lyrics during practice with ion... but maybe its still useful to someone SO here!

covered in sins unjustified, they dreamt, awaiting punishment and cast their prayers at the lord’s immacculate will hiding the color of guilt, if only for a moment

dance, dance now a prayer, a prayer for atonement

step into the confessional show off your karma Criminal, g-g-guilt the confessional beckons (now)

at last, your sin is forgiven

you, most of all know it to be love led astray by ego (love) again we repeat the same offense

they repeat once again

covered in ashes, unfortunate cinderella you always swallow the poisoned apple whole “i must have been chosen to be misérable” dance, dance now a prayer, a prayer for salvation

let us rush into the confessional a danse macabre of egoism Critical li-li-libido the confessional beckons (now)

divine providence* be by my side every hour of every day each and all, they tempt me so i’ll take anyone

i can’t get enough of the confessional today, too there’s no stopping the confessional they’ve come again

there’s no end to the narcissism, of being forgiven, being loved

there’s no stopping the confessional let them dance again tonight

ah—!

each and every thing is forgiven

i, most of all know it to be love led astray by ego (love) again i repeat the same offense

*lit. “gods and buddha”

[sentience-if]

Hmm.... thinking of it now, I wonder if all these angels and demons are actually aliens and MC is an alien who wanted to be human because in the aliens' culture, humans are like deities, hence "I want to be holy".

It would be an interesting twist on how aliens are usually the ones being worshipped in some human religious institutions— that WE are the aliens in question being worshipped by an entirely removed and foreign species from outer space.

Aliens appear like angels or demons to humans because they utilize the human culture as well by taking a shape of form they would be familiar with— most cultures and religious have concepts similar to it, after all.

When that angel/demon attacked MC, it was noted that despite their wrist being torn, there are injuries at MC's palm— coupled with circuit board resemblace, I wonder if that creature wanted to expose MC's true nature. Why? I have no idea. Perhaps they wanted to save their brethren. Perhaps they didn't think anyone should try to be "holy" like "How DARE you even think you can have a place among our GODS, stop this masquerade IMMEDIATELY!!"

MC's emergence from underground also reminds of how in the 'War of the Worlds', it would be revealed aliens placed their technology on Earth long before humans came, waiting for the right moment to come out.

Io is the name of an ancient Greek princess who was once turned into a cow and constantly stung and chased by a gadfly as punishment from Hera for being Zeus' lover, but she would later be restored to her human form and become the ancestor to many heroes like Hercales (Hercules) as foretold by Prometheus— who is another Greek mythological figure punished for bringing fire (holy knowledge) to humans. The potential connections are.... interesting. 👀

It's mentioned "magic" is something some people are "genetically" able to use safely, and even that's not a guarantee you won't perish along the way. Maybe magic in question is the ability to use alien technology, or mutations/powers/vibes that came to Earth with aliens. Like them coming altered something within the magnetosphere or whatever and some people can use it for themselves before it starts to harm them because it's not what their bodies are used to. And the reason why MC can naturally, without seeming harm, is because, well, it's their species' own nature— why should they get hurt from something that is as natural to them as breathing?

Within all this theory, that makes Sanity/Divinity stat more of a Human/Alien stat— are you adapting to your new life as a human, being scared of the "unknown", of odd glowing creatures with sharp teeth, of stealing from someone else's garden because it's wrong and you fear criminal punishment, or are you slowly remembering your past as an alien, touching touchpads, getting close to your once brethren and communicating with them, enjoying the Garden of Eden and its forbidden inaccessible fruits like someone who got the amazing chance to get to the Realm of the Gods?

Of course, this is all just a theory— just because this is sci-fi doesn't mean religion and magic cannot exist side by side. Angels can exist next to aliens— that would actually be fascinating, actually.

Either way, in case it's not clear, I am crying screaming frothing in the mouth tearing my clothes apart over this story. I am eagerly waiting for the rest of the story. 🤩

bro you are so close I am looking you in the eyes I am beaming thoughts into your brain you and I are on the same deeply specific wavelength

[tea-r-thoughts]

“You deserve punishment:

criminal punishment if God is on your side, and divine punishment if God is on my side.”

The Glory; k-drama

[atrayo]

Channeled Angelic Wisdom of the Jewels of Truth Series on Justice & Apostasy

Hello All,

Here at the tail end of this month of May 2023, I'm posting two channeled angelic heavenly statements via psychic Inspirational clairaudient automatic writing. The first one on Justice is slightly heavy-duty as a topic. However, certainly, the 2nd topic of Apostasy is controversial, to say the least. The angel here shares the blame with Judaism, Christendom, and the unholy feud between Islam and Hinduism stating God's disappointment at the whole ordeal. 

Doing this as my spiritual devotional outlet at times very therapeutic on a psychic Intuitive basis. It has transformed me for the better the content although at times intense can also be flowery as poetic and philosophical in holy nature. I often consider myself as a young sage and mystic, perhaps even an amateur theologian with this 27+ year ongoing angelic heavenly host discourse. With over 4500+ topic statements on a litany of eclectic subject matter from the mundane well into the extraordinary in a universal divinity. 

If this is your very first reading of my Intuitive angelic materials then you've jumped into the deep side of the swimming pool. I would rather recommend as a shameless plug to please consider my 3 volumes of the "Jewels of Truth" series of paperback books published by iUniverse. (ie also in Amazon Kindle, Ebook, & Barnes & Nobles Nook formats)

Without a further adieu may you be at least intrigued by expanding your beautiful spiritual horizons whether you accept the premise or not of these topic statements. Amen.

Justice:

3232) Towards each of your merits whether those of the unforgiven will suffer immeasurable discord being unable to alleviate such pain in their solemn lives. Their wants will turn to ash before their very eyes. For yearning for the very objects and people as riches and powerful status they can ill afford to gain presently. 

Here is where fools come to tread only to achieve their ill-gotten spoils instead. This is so because of their prior stances with miserable unethical conquests they have sunk into personally. Such an ill-advised journey forestalls the good by traveling the byways of ruin within the shadows of this chaotic world. 

The best punishment from an all-knowing Supreme God Almighty is to give them all they have desired with the weight breaking nearly their hearts, minds, and shoulders in life. To pursue the riches and the status of this world without merit and mercy as living compassion for each other. Then suffer the consequences to avail yourselves a trajectory that is best not to tempt the fates. 

The status and riches of this world aren't evil just how they are obtained as destructive in personal nature versus creative and mutually constructive is far better. To have greed and lust for wealth and other people feeds your minds and hearts poisonous ruin with contempt. Regardless of this is a man, woman, and even a child yearning with flights of fancy as a person of rotten character. 

No matter if shrewd wisdom as machinations by criminals and fallen political leaders as proverbial charismatic False Prophets deceive the masses. As the dictum says that the path to Hell is paved with good intentions. 

However, in a very paradoxical universe we each find ourselves deeply within currently. The path of the Heavens can be equally paved with conditional unwittingly selfish intentions in a hap-hazard capacity. Many a hero or heroine have started with petty intentions only to be transformed personally on their life's journey to be redeemed by God and the Heavenly Host. 

Both Heaven on Earth and Hell on Earth rule simultaneously here upon this physical and metaphysical universe you call Creation. These realms of the afterlife are subsequently Perpetual States of Being and not spatial locations of the hereafter or of Infinity. Thus the Great Mystery of God(dess) persists for the penitent heart to resolve hopefully within a lifetime or many reincarnated lifetimes. 

When Justice is perverted by dangerous miscreants of the State as your political leaders and/or civil public servants. Their ultimate glory as reigning fame becomes the ruin of the victims impacted be they innocent and guilty alike in question.  

Although when Justice is indeed virtuous in a noble well thought fashion it redeems and forgives all with Mercy. Even for the once fallen from grace by ill-repute. This becomes a consecrated act of holiness for the earth and the lesser heavenly limbo where personal sacrifice is rewarded with prosperous dignity and redemptive peace. 

This is how to ascend within a lifetime back to God by faithful praises and to put aside the discordant chaos this world exudes relentlessly. Please choose to become beautiful and handsome angelic-like spirits within the eternal "Now" and this Infinite "Here" of the Kingdom/Queendom of God(dess) everlasting. Allow forgiveness to become a staple of personal Inner strength and each of you will witness the redemptive Glory of God before your very eyes and hearts forever. Amen.  ---Ivan Pozo-Illas / Atrayo.

Apostasy:

3233) The ways of a wanton world obfuscate the truth in order to subjugate the old with the new using blatant falsehoods as sheer propaganda in question. All major religious traditions often led by Great Patriarchal movements tend to whitewash their misdeeds by subverting the truth and projecting falsehoods in their place. 

For instance, Christendom has victimized the elder indigenous faiths of paganism of the Old and New World altogether for centuries. When the grandmotherly Slavic matriarchal spirit of pagan Old Eastern Europe of Baba Yaga encountered Christiandom she was soon demonized as a child cannibal predator. All in an effort to steer worshippers into the Imperial Churches of Rome and Byzantine. 

Another example of Christendom is when the Ancient Roman Empire converted to Christianity away from Hellenism. The Ancient Greek Creator lesser deity of Lucifer was soon falsely associated with the Infamous Satan the Devil. Again to uncouple their populace by literally demonizing the old religious ways for eons for the new Christian Church of Emperor Constantine. 

The sins of great religions must have accountability before Almighty God with divine transparency for all the faithful concerned. Your modern age notwithstanding truthful non fear-mongering democratic ideals that no one is above the law. This shall include man-made religious traditions bearing false witness for centuries and eons to date. 

This includes the Great and Holy Lands of Judea when the Pantheon of the now foregone Ancient Semitic Canaanites prevailed. Where the children of Abraham knew of the old ways where the Wife of God was known as Asherah and Shekinah was the feminine face of God. Here in the Lands of Canaan, the Jews worshipped the chief lesser Creator deity of "EL" before they migrated into monotheism.

Thereafter the deified son of EL otherwise known as Bhaal the fertility god of Life and the Storm god of rain and dew and also Lord of Heaven by the Phoenicians of Bhaal Shamen in such a polytheist society. Was demonized by the Jews as a Devil in order to scapegoat on the altars of discord to decouple from such a once proud religious tradition. 

This is not to mention the sacrilegious tendencies to falsely accuse the Jews by the upstart Christians. To persecute the Jews falsely for centuries within Old Europe and now the modern world. For even Holy Christos was a young Rabbi in his day and his religious movement was meant as a sect of Judaism. Such an inter-religious sibling rivalry of covenants is malaligned before the Eyes of God Almighty. 

To further declare profusely that the children of Islam of the Great Prophet Mohammed Eternal Peace is Upon Him Forever ordained by God himself! Have clashed upon the Indus Valley vehemently with the noble Hindu of Lords Brahma, Vishnu, and Shiva. Fierce mutual hatred in certain circles has led unto Hell on Earth as a falsified state of hellish being for such proud peoples and worshipers of God. 

This power struggle within Mother India for cultural supremacy leaves no one as a direct winner. Only losers will inherit woe, destruction, and bitter rivalries to no end in sight. Such is the way of the apes and not the holy children of God irrespective of religious tradition upon the world. Please heal this god-awful curse of a religious blood feud seeking to cultivate Heaven on Earth together culturally, spiritually, and humanely by the Divine Will of God.

To victimize innocent older spiritual and/or religious traditions for the gain of the newer spiritual and/or religious faiths upon the world. Is a mighty disservice to all worshippers of the holy divines and an act of sheer destructive Apostasy that has no place upon the noble-hearted. Such an Orginal Sin to borrow a tenant of the Roman Catholics is of no good to certainly modern well-educated societies the world over. 

Penance and mutual healing through forgiveness and accurate inclusive spiritual education where the slander and libel truly happened by overzealous religious leaders must occur. Otherwise, the sins of the man-made Patriarchal Temples, Churches, Mosques, and Holy Shrines will persist well into the afterlife for the ancestral dead to bear witness before God in Judgement. Amen. ---Ivan Pozo-Illas / Atrayo.

Ivan "Atrayo" Pozo-Illas, has devoted 27 plus years of his life to the pursuit of clairaudient Inspired automatic writing channeling the Angelic Heavenly host. Ivan is the author of the spiritual wisdom series "Jewels of Truth" consisting of 3 volumes published to date. He also channels conceptual designs that are multi-faceted for the next society to come that are solutions based as a form of dharmic service. Numerous examples of his work are available at "Atrayo's Oracle" blog site of 17 years plus online. You're welcome to visit his website "Jewelsoftruth.us" for further information or to contact Atrayo directly.

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[my-white-canvas]

Unbounded by the Trivial

You are an imposter but you don't really care about anything anymore so you just let it be, it's not like if you try hard enough you could change it.

You had a normal life and whatever happened you just let it be, "it is what it is" was your motto in life, so if there's anything you don't have control over, you wouldn't go out of your way to change it.

And so after your mind was blown off you woke up in genshin impact and let your holy luck deal with what kind of situation you would end up in.

Oh lo and behold the Knights have swarmed you with weapons and blockaded your surroundings "Welp, I ain't surviving this shit" you thought in your mind, the acting grandmaster marched through the crowd of knights while you simply stayed on the ground looking at everyone's feet "you have committed high treason for impersonation of the divine one" her voice boomed across the field "you imprisoned until the gods of the nation's decide what to do with you" as she readied her blade preparing for an attempt of your escape "ok" was all yet happened, you a criminal with unknown punishment simply just letting it happen?

Blade still in hand in belief that you were bluffing, you stood up with hands upfront "so what are you waiting for?" This move stunned the crowd as the Knight Infront of you cuffed your hands with a puzzled face.

Taken to the dungeons of Mondstat you just waited while trying to chat with the guards and entertain yourself with their reactions, some were repellent against you, some were hesitant to reply, and some even turned into a therapy session.

It didn't take long for the true creator to know of your arrival and then immediately start planning on how they will greet their precious baby into their palace.

The archons rarely meet one another and especially all 7 of them in the same room and here they are because of you. It all started awkwardly since no one knew how to start this off, after some time the silence was broken by Zhongli "so it seems we all agree that something needs to be done with the imposter" he said looking suspiciously at the Tsaritsa "if you all agree?" he questioned, all of them nodded in agreement "so then what would you like to suggest then?" the dendro archon asked the other gods, the anemo archon quickly jumped up "a simple public execution would suffice their grace won't it?" the green bard suggested but some were hesitant.

Therefore the hydro archon proposed a vote, those who wish for the undertaking of the imposter were to raise their right hand, and those who opposed were to raise their left. 4 raised their right hand, Zhongli, Venti, Ei, and Murata all agreed to punish the imposter by taking their life, and 2 presented their left hand in a debate against the option which was from the dendro and hydro archon, many were shocked by the god of justice going against the idea.

"Why would you of all people go against this?" Ei stood up and asked her in disbelief "Well serving unjust justice is no different than committing a crime and based on what I've heard they don't seem to be doing anything wrong" she stated as the Tsaritsa cut her off "your reasoning lacks evidence, as you said you've only heard it" her tone cold and stern sticking a nerve on the hydro archon "that's funny coming from someone who chose no side and that is exactly why I wish to see for my self who this imposter really is if you'd allow me barbatoes" to which he approved.

The Divine overseer of teyvat ignored all their duties and continuously daydreamed about how their reunion would go as they decorated their place on all your desires with a joyous smile.

A few days pass until the God of Justice arrived in the city of freedom where the imposter was held imprisoned. Upon entering faint voices were heard from where they were supposed to be detained but when she arrived expecting a violent prisoner but saw knight shedding tears at a figure behind bars gently patting their head and mouthing words she could not decipher.

The knight saw the high figure then quickly wiped their tears and greeted them with their voice croaking "Your majesty, welcome to Mondstat, the imposter is held here" they gestured to your cell while you were limped on the bars looking at the god before you "so are you here to kill me?" this question was unexpected from someone with the face the deity that sees all "no but I am here for answers, specifically from you" she glowered at you "although I am against just killing you for no apparent reason other than looking like them I do have to know your intentions. Now tell" as she motions the guards to leave

You sigh and tell you what you know including some hints about your world.

"So you tell me you are from another world where this world is implemented as a game where everything is recorded as a story for people all over your world"

"Yep"

"I see... am I any good?"

"huh?"

"You did say all of teyvat became a game in your world so what did you think of me?"

"I don't know, you weren't in it yet"

A disappointed sigh left her lips while you were confused. "As much as what you have told me does seem farfetched, how do you expect me to believe this?" your expression was all drained from thinking about what you've been doing with your life "believe what you want to believe, it ain't really my problem"

"Aren't you a little too pessimistic?"

"It's from experience and from that I just gave up on controlling things that are out of control"

The hydro archon stood up to leave the saddening aura of the room "You are one weak soul aren't you" she said before she left "I am... and pathetic"

Out of the dungeon waiting for the god of justice were the other six archons waiting for what was information about the imposter.

"What did you find out about them?" the god of freedom taunted "Nothing? I bet they wouldn't even talk to you"

"They looked lost and defeated, but what they said is unbelievable... but possible"

"Sympathy from you? They must be lucky?" the war wretched god teased

"Well, what did they say?" the wisdom thirsty deity asked

"That is not necessary, 4 to 2 when we decided if they are to be executed for the public and for their grace" the former geo archon imposed on the group.

Not long when the execution day had come when your head was locked in a guillotine, you were shaking no your body was but you just stayed still as your tears ran down your face.

After decorating their palace and planning how you two will be with each other and replaying all these scenarios in their head they finally descend upon the lands of teyvat but it was quiet... and silent and they finally realized that they have not checked up on the people for some time and saw what was to happen, nothing but rage was all they could feel as they dashed through the wind to find you

Your head was cut but you did not die, you were wide awake while looking at your headless body, it did not have muscles or bones, it was like a tipped bucked with golden blood being spilled across the floor, you tried to stand up and so did your body and it worked like it was normal.

Many were horrified by the blood they had spilled, divine blood, but you simply picked up your head and lifted it above your head

"Holy smokes dude, this cut in insane, shoutout to my barber daug"

Then earth began to rumble and the winds and thunders covered the sky befor the Divine Deity you've heard of appears before you, several thoughts came swirling down your head until you dropped it then the creator's face turned to worry as they trembled from the sound of your head clashing with the ground, it didn't take long for your head blood to run out where you fainted.

You woke up in the arms of the creator snuggling you close to their arms humming a lullaby you are unfamiliar with "oh you're awake, are feeling any better? Do you need me to get something?" Their words going through one ear out the other "are you that god they talkin about?" "Yes but no need for such formalities my dear child" their tone giving off the feeling ling clouds "so you are like my parent now?" "I always have been" you were beyond confused but you'll ask about it later.

"Ok but what happened to uh.. the hydro archon?" You were curious about her since that day "she's imprisoned like the others" "but she didn't do anything" "oh I see very well then I'll get her".

She was released shortly after and she thanked you for you generosity but yoilu simply wish for a chat every now and then, the Tsaritsa was also released since she was merely listening for information

Sorry my sleepy and lazy now good night

[ofstarsandvibranium]

Shall I Count the Ways: VI

Fandom: Criminal Minds

Pairing: Spencer Reid x F!Reader

Summary: You and Spencer are best friends. You’re in love with him and he’s in love with you, but neither of you know it nor decide to tell the other about their feelings. All the love is there, just hidden in the things you say and the things you do with one another.

A/N: From the this 50 Ways to Say I Love You list 

Series Masterlist

6. “I’d really love it if you came”

"Hello?”

“Sooooo...”

“What do you want?” he asks with a smirk and you can hear it through his voice.

“My cousin is holding an engagement party and I’d really love it if you came.”

“Sure, let’s just hope I don’t get cal-”

“Ssssshhhhh. Don’t jinx it, Speedy.”

“You know the Latin iynx came from the Greek name of the wryneck bird, iunx, associated with sorcery; not only was the bird used in the casting of spells and in divination, but the Ancient Romans and Greeks traced the bird's mythological origins to a sorceress named Iynx, who was transformed into this bird to punish her for a spell cast on the god Zeus.”

“Huh. That’s really cool, Spence. Anyway, the engagement party is three weeks from now. When I find a dress, I’ll send you a picture and you can find a tie to match. Ugh, my cousin is making this a whole big fancy smancy shindig.”

You didn’t see it, but you can imagine Spencer making a look of distaste as he made a disgruntled noise, “Isn’t matching a little tacky?”

You scoffed, “No! I love matching! It’s cute! Anyways a customer walked in, I’ll talk to you later, m’kay?”

“Alright. Talk to you later, bye.”

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“Y/N! Hi!” your cousin squealed as she pulled away from the group she was talking to and wrapped her arms around you in a tight hug, “It’s so good to see you!”

You hugged her back with a smile, “Nice to see you too, Sharlene, and congrats!”

“Thank you! Finally, am I right?” she looks back to her future wife with a love filled expression, “Seven years with her and I still feel lovestruck by her.” she then notices Spencer awkwardly standing slightly behind you, “Oh! Spencer! Hi!” she went to hug him but stopped, “Wait, you don’t like touching. Sorry.”

He gives her his usual tight lipped smile and replied, “Thanks, and congratulations.”

“Thank you so much! It’s great seeing you guys, but I should probably go greet other guests. I didn’t expect this thing to be so tiring. Yeesh!”

You two wave as Sharlene leaves to move to another group. You immediately take Spencer’s hand and pull him towards the hors d'oeuvres. It’s true that Spencer isn’t particularly fond of people touching him, but he makes an exception for you.

“Foooood!” you take a plate, handing it to Spencer and then getting your own, filling it with a bunch of sandwiches, chicken nuggets, and other small handheld foods. 

Spencer mindlessly picked up something here and there, his sole focus on you as you excitedly piled your plate, hunger in your eyes. 

“I told you we should’ve had something light before coming here.”

“And I told you that I wanted to save room for the fancy smancy food that they’d be serving here!”

He chuckled as he waited for you on the side to finish up filling your plate, patience and adoration in his eyes.

[historic-old-guard-lover]

The emperor has to be god-king Andy. Also like since nicky and Joe obv have to have the lovers why not have andy and quyhn kissing as the empress.

Another related ask (potentially by the same person):

Also since the fool is a journey's beginning I'd almost want to pick Nile for it. As well there are four characters who commonly have swords (or an axe but close enough) and cards have four corners. So one sword each corner, nicky, joe, andy, and quyhn.

So. Someone has good ideas. Here’s the post that prompted these asks. This made me pull out my tarot deck and go through the cards. Below the cut is a break down of the entire tarot deck. There will be an explanation of the (standard) interpretation of the cards, good then less good, and then my associated headcannon (or more than one if I couldn’t decide). The source is my experience with tarot. I’m trying to minimize repeats, but historic and modern Old Guard members are counted separately. Enjoy.

The Major Arcana (aka the cards most people have heard about)

0. The Fool - the seeker. Naivety. Courage. Living in the moment. Journey’s beginning. All paths available. Folly. Apathy.

Nile. Anon convinced me. Though Booker has got the folly, apathy, and madness down, Nile is ultimately the beginning. She’s naïve but headstrong, and quite frankly a perfect match.

I. The Magician - the trickster. Power, skill, talent. Mastery, self-control, willpower. Subtlety. Divine connection and inspiration. Self-reliant.

Modern Nicky. Definitely Nicky. Just. He’s a formerly very religious man who just says these things. Also sniper.

II. The High Priestess - the moon goddess. Intuition, wisdom, foresight, divination, prophecy. Enlightenment, understanding, intelligence, education. Pride, emotional instability, unforgiving.

Historic Quynh. Her name means “night-blooming flower”, which is very moon goddess vibes to me. Also, I’d say over 500 years in a box turns understanding and enlightenment into emotional instability and unforgiveness.

III. The Empress - the queen. Feminine power, matriarch, mother. Fertility, pleasure, beauty. Success, evolution, movement. Marriage, wealth. Overattachment, domestic upheaval, delay.

Quynh. The counterpart to Andy’s emperor card.

Nile. Let’s be honest, she’s going to take over from Andy some day.

IV. The Emperor - the king. Masculine power, patriarch, father. Authority, leadership, proficiency. Wealth, stability, effectiveness. Perseverance, logic, endurance, experience. Lack of ability, weak character, immature, rebellious.

Modern Andy. She is the leader who’s short-comings effect her entire team. And who doesn’t love a little gender bending? (and her film look is already soft butch)

V. The Hierophant - the religious leader. Tradition, convention, ritual symbolism. Ceremony, religion, morality, philosophy. Mercy, goodness, forgiveness, humility, vulnerability, Impotence, Religious tyranny.

Historic Nicky. I mean, former priest (enough said).

Historic Andy. “I was once worshipped as a god” (enough said).

VI. The Lovers - the lovers. Love, attraction. Compatibility, harmony, choice.  Triumph over trials, vacillation. Entanglement, enmeshment. Infidelity, moral lapse, vice, separation, quarrels, inadequacy, failing tests.

Andromaquynh. *peeks out from behind barricade* I know that most people would just put Kaysanova as this card, but look at all the negatives it is associated with. Sounds a lot more like our immortal wives can really cover the gamut. They have the range....I am a sucker for Kaysanova, though. Even though the beginning of their relationship is rocky, I’d like to think it’s been fairly constant over the years. But let’s reverse the uhaul lesbians and fickle gay men tropes! Sorry, Book of Nile fans. That ship just isn’t established enough for this, I’d say. Maybe one day?

VII. The Chariot - the journey. Ordeal, obstacles, competition. High stakes, ambition, discipline. Conquest, victory, greatness. Right action prevails, overwhelming odds, sudden defeat.

Merrick and/or Dr. Kozak. I mean, this is literally their characters in a nutshell. Merrick is the journey/ordeal for the old guard. He is driven by his ambition, thinks he’s won over impossible odds, and then has a sudden defeat.

VIII. Justice - the balance. Equilibrium, equality, symmetry, harmony. Integrity, honor, fairness, neutrality, moderation. Vindication, self-righteousness, bigotry, prejudice, favoritism.

Nile. This is the woman with a sword card. She brings a balance to the team, she clearly moderates conflict, and I’d love to see BLM art of her in this style. Just sayin.

IX. The Hermit - the seeker-sage. Wisdom, inspiration, contemplation, discretion, understanding. Safety, protection, spiritual quest. Seeking truth and justice. Self-denial, timidity, fear.

Historic Joe. The idealized warrior poet? Definitely just a form of the hermit. Helps explain why a Magrebhi trader/artist fought at the Siege of Jerusalem: spiritual quest. I also like the idea of Joe having a secret reserved side.

X. The Wheel of Fortune - cycles of life. Destiney, evolution and progress, advancement. Manifestation, unexpected events. Success, sudden luck. Ups and downs.

Modern Quynh. There is nothing that better encapsulates her storyline than the wheel of fortune. One day you’re roaming the world with your immortal wife. The next, you’re drowning for over 500 years. The next you’re in Booker’s shitty Paris apartment.

XI. Strength - fortitude. Resilience, courage, resolve, confidence. Integrity, moral victory, endurance. Energy, action, vitality. Power, force, violence. Abuse of power, disgrace, impotence.

Lykon. Do I love this character beyong measure and reason? Maybe so. We have so little to go on about him, however, that the only things we do know bely his strengths. Also, he becomes ultimately the weakest when he dies and encapsulates both “extremes” of the card.

XII. The Hanged Man - the tested. Delay, sacrifice, abandonment, rejection. Betrayal. Reversals, restrained or bound, limbo, trials. Falseness.

Booker. If the fact that his first death was by hanging didn’t convince you? Read that description again. His character arc is literally working through being the hanged man.

XIII. Death - the loss or parting. Alteration, transformation, transition. Boredom, depression, stagnation, failure or disaster. Bereavement, recovery, immobility.

Lykon. He literally represents the fear of death to the remaining immortals. It is HE that they invoke when they discuss it. Also, I’m still mourning my favorite underdeveloped character.

XIV. Temperance - the moderation. Self-control, economy, patience, coordination. Consolidation, harmony, friendship, recuperation. Unfulfilled desires, discord, stubbornness, hostility, clashing of interests. Time, seasons, and climate.

A Safehouse. I don’t think any of the people really capture the tempered essence of this card, the constancy throughout all seasons of life. An actual physical building that rises and falls with (regular) humanity, though, seems to do the trick.

XV. The Devil - the arcane. Magic, strange occurrences, prophecy, fate. Catastrophe, downfall, negative attitude, Temptations, sins, obsessions. Enslavement, bondage, misplaced loyalty, violence, fatality.

Honestly? I’m so torn. I feel like a major commentary of the movie is that our demons are the way people react more so than the people themselves. Maybe the armored van?

XVI. The Tower - the House of God. Disruption, expulsion from an earthly paradise, divine wrath. Punishment (of pride), loss, destructive rivalry, plans ruined. Need to start again, bankruptcy.

The Iron Coffin. While this doesn’t capture the religious undertones quite right, the coffin is the Tower for Andromaquynh, It is (divine? or very human?) wrath brought on by pride since the two probably thought that they would be fine. It is loss and painful new beginnings.

XVII. The Star - the bright promise. Hope, faith, light of the spirit. Recovery, symbols of immortality. Gifts, good prospects, new dawn, frustrated expectations.

Nile. The new immortal, enough said.

Historic Andy/Lykon. In a way, the first immortal would also be a great choice of representation.

XVIII, The Moon - the hidden forces. Twilight, illusion, deception, trickery. Dishonesty, danger, uncertainty, terror. Developments, particularly somewhat concealed. Errors, powerful feelings.

Copley. I know, I know. “He’s the moon when I’m lost in darkness” and all that jazz. But look at this card’s interpretation and notice it’s pretty negative. Copley’s entire role is to pull the strings behind the scenes. He makes headway on problems in secrets, he lies and deceives everyone in the film at some point.

XIX. The Sun - the work’s rewards. Daylight, co-creation, union “of male and female”. Peace, joy, pleasure, love, contentment. Accomplishment, achievement, success. 

Joe. Not only is he the sun, he also fits this card perfectly. He is creation and happiness. Enough said.

XX Judgement - the rebirth. Judgement, sentence. Rejuvenation, renewal, resurrection, call to the new from the old, rehabilitation. Creation, promotion.

Historic Booker. I feel like his backstory with his family helped highlight the theme of rebirth for the Old Guard. They must be willing to give up what they have left behind to move forward. Also, there’s the more literal play as well since Booker was a conscripted criminal.

XXI The World - the long journey. Perfection, completion, conclusion. Power through intelligence and wisdom. The universe and the material world.

A group photo, of course! Beyond that? Who knows.

Historic Andy? She’s seen so much of it. Like just her eyes portray the history of the world.

The Minor Arcana (aka the rest of the cards)

Since most people are only familiar with the major arcana,  I’ll just briefly explain it. The minor arcana are actually the majority of a tarot deck. There are four suits associated with the four elements. Each suit has ten number cards and four court/face cards (traditionally modelled either based on one person or different interpretations of similar costuming). Each number or face has its own meaning, each suit has its own meaning, and their combination mostly explains what the card should be interpreted as. Quite frankly, the minor arcana are vastly underrated in popular understandings of tarot.

Suit of Wands - fire. Spontaneity, action, passion, adrenaline, life force, stroke of genius.

Guns? It’d be a bit of a niche take, but I associate guns with fires.

Staffs? More traditional in shape.

Suit of Coins - earth. Solid growth, material interests, possessions, profit, business, labor, slow and considerate.

Historic currency. Enough said.

Suit of Cups - water. Heartfelt involvements, imagination, spirituality, love, friendship, family.

Fountains around the world. Enough said.

Suit of Swords - air. Worry, trouble, boundaries, objectivity, the power of truth.

Obviously, their weapons of choice. I would go into more detail about who best represents each number, but I don’t want to bore you.

Court of Kings - mature men. Leaders, authority, status-quo, taking responsibility.

Again, most tarot is very gendered. But members in tuxes?

Court of Queens - mature women. Reflective and active, concerned with security/foundations, supportive, focused.

Members in dresses/gowns/anything that glitters?

Court of Knights/Cavaliers - young men. Dynamic, adventurous, intensive, revolutionary.

Tactical gear. Or historical armor. But it’s easier to do tactical gear right than accidentally draw a 15th century helmet on a 14th century suit of armor.

Court of Knaves/Pages - younger women, teenagers, and children. Students, apprentices, trainees, messengers, new opportunities.

Casual clothes.

[phlintandsteel-ao3]

“You know, I feel like we probably should have seen this coming…” Aziraphale said, looking out over the crowds.

“God does like Her sevens,” Crowley muttered in agreement.  

Every soul ever breathed into existence was assembled for Judgment in front of the Host of Hosts, King of Kings, and Lord of Lords.  It was exactly seven years, to the day, after the first failed Armageddon.

“It looks like this might take a while, if She’s sorting through everyone right now…” Aziraphale commented, sliding his hand into Crowley’s and squeezing it firmly, he dared to hope reassuringly.  

Crowley squeezed back.  

“Never know, with the Almighty…”

Up front, between the group of humans and God, was The Son of Man, with Adam Young standing at his side.  

Between the assembled angels and demons and their Heavenly creator was only Lucifer.   

Crowley had a bad feeling in the pit of his stomach.  He and Aziraphale stayed on the edge of the small open space between the two groups, belonging to neither.  Too otherworldly and immortal to be considered human, too full of love and questions to be anything else though.  

“Alright,” God finally said, “You may present your arguments.”

Yeshua stepped forward first.  “You and I both know, Mother, that a love given without choice is meaningless,” He implored.

Then Adam spoke up right afterward, as if finishing the train of thought for Him, “So for someone to choose love, any love, when hate exists?  That’s really following the heart of it, if not the letter, isn’t it?”

Yeshua nodded along, putting a hand on Adam’s shoulder as soon as the young man finished his sentence.  

“And by that reasoning, should not any of them with love in their hearts, even the smallest amount of it, be spared?” Yeshua asked, short and sweet and to the point.  

God’s light warbled and fractured for a moment, like a stone having been tossed into a pond.  

“Yes, my son.  You are correct.  Love is the point,” God answered, “Any human who is found to have love in their heart will be spared then.”

Yeshua beamed like he’d never expected any other outcome, but Adam visibly relaxed, not having been in the loop on the Heavenly goings on.  

God turned somehow, for a being with no face or corporation, to address the other side of the aisle.  But before She could finish indicating it was Lucifer’s turn to speak, the Morning Star leapt, obviously hoping to catch Her off guard.  

It didn’t work.  

Lucifer screamed and hurled curses as his attack was batted away like a gnat’s, and he dissolved into nothingness right there in front of the Almighty.  

“Oh dear...” Aziraphale said, his face a mix of horror and disbelief as he watched the thrashing.  

Crowley cupped his angel’s cheek and turned it away, feeling Aziraphale’s corporation trembling as he tucked it against his neck.  “Shhh,” he whispered, keeping his own gaze fixed firmly on the goings on.  

“Judgement is upon you all.  Is there someone else who is willing to speak on behalf of the angels and demons?” God asked while everyone was looking at the puddle of bubbling goo that used to be Lucifer.

“What?  On behalf of both?  Angels can’t speak on their behalf,” Gabriel blurted out, obviously offended.  

“As if a demon would ever defend your lot,” Beelzebub said with a frowning sneer.  

Chaos erupted among the ranks, mostly shouts and shoving, but things were poised to escalate quickly.  

Crowley closed his eyes, clinging tightly to Aziraphale for a moment as his mind and heart both reeled in horror at the fact that they were wasting their chance.

“God?” he heard his own voice say, before he could really think about what he was doing.  He pulled back from Aziraphale’s arms, earning himself a confused look.

“Yes, Crowley?” God said, having heard him.  

The fighting stopped.

Aziraphale’s eyes went wide when he realized what Crowley was doing.  He reached up and grabbed Crowley’s upper arms before the demon could finish pulling away.  

“You know I love every single thing about you, Aziraphale,” Crowley said, carefully removing the grip that seemed to want to go with him, “But you’re kind of rubbish at public speaking, angel.”

Aziraphale gave a barking laugh of a cry, not contesting it.  “Be careful,” he said instead, “Be, sincere, my love…” he urged through his tears.  

Crowley couldn’t not lean in and kiss him, so he whispered his response afterward, with their lips only millimeters apart.  “I always am.”

With a shaky nod, Aziraphale released him.  

Crowley turned and sauntered up to the Almighty, not bothering to hide the serpentine features he’d been reduced to.  She already knew.  She knew everything about him.  

The assembled angels and demons watched him walk, frozen in place by the implication of his actions.  The demons couldn’t believe it, the angels couldn’t comprehend it.  

“Hello, Mother,” Crowley said far more softly than he’d intended to, once he stood in front of Her.

“Hello, Crowley.  I’ve missed you,” God said, bringing instant tears to Crowley’s eyes.  

“I-  I’ve missed you too,” he admitted, feeling flayed open and laid bare in Her presence.  

“You may speak your peace, now, Crowley,” She added gently, seeing how effected he was.  

Swallowing hard, Crowley nodded, his mind racing with every question he’d ever had since the dawn of time.  The thing was, nearly all of them boiled down to one issue, and thankfully, it was relevant.

“You created everything, oh Lord of Lords, all of this,” Crowley said, staying far more formal than he would have if it was just he and Aziraphale throwing around philosophy in the back room, “You created all of us, angels and demons alike.  You created Heaven and Hell, good and evil.  It’s absolutely your right to judge us, no one is questioning that…  But...  If that’s true, that you created everything, and you do judge us to destruction for being part of it?  Then, what else are we to conclude, Most High, but that you first create criminals and then punish them?  How are we supposed to learn to love from that?” Crowley asked, earnest and heartfelt, not just trying to bargain for his existence but really wanting to know, because he’d always questioned, which was the problem…

The Light of God twinkled and warbled again, casting strange shadows over Her creations.

“You know, Lucifer could have learned a thing or two from you, Crowley.”  

Crowley froze, because out of all the outcomes he’d braced himself for, he certainly hadn’t expected a response like that.  

All the angels and demons stared at him for a moment, instead of God.  

“I’m perfectly willing to listen to arguments if they're logical, it’s rebellion for rebellion’s sake that I will not abide by,” God indicated.

“So?...” Crowley asked hopefully.

“So, judgement will still be passed, but not with destruction.  Demons and angels will get their second chance, to learn how to love,” God assured them.  

Crowley released the breath he’d been holding, staggering back a step with the relief of it.  Aziraphale was suddenly behind him, pulling him into a fierce hug.

And then everything went white.  

The world, the earth, materialized around them as their demonic and divine abilities were stripped away.  It didn’t hurt per se, but it was far from what they were used to, and many of them cried out.  

Crowley and Aziraphale clung to each other until it had passed.  It seemed prudent to stay close.  

“What the fuck just happened?  Are we...human now?” Gabriel’s voice could be heard off to the side.  

Crowley snickered against Aziraphale’s shoulder, because that was indeed basically what had happened, he could feel it.  He started to lift his head, to pull away to tease the former Archangel, but Aziraphale stopped him with his hands on either side of Crowley’s face.

“Crowley, did you just quote Thomas Moore to the Lord God Almighty?” Aziraphale asked, his face slack with complete and utter wonder.

Crowley pursed his lips and shook his head minutely.  “No I didn’t.”

“Yes, you did,” Aziraphale insisted, like he couldn’t believe Crowley didn’t know what he’d done.  

“Well, I mean, maybe that bit originally was, yeah, from a book of some kind…” Crowley admitted.

Aziraphale virtually smashed their lips together, kissing him with teeth and tongue and with no care for their surroundings.

Gabriel cried in the background.  

“I’ve...uh, read Republic once too, in case that’s relevant,” Crowley said dizzily after Aziraphale finally let him go.  

Aziraphale smiled brightly at him.  

“Take me home now, my dear, and I will show you exactly how relevant I find it.”

[primeval-scion-of-the-mists]

Commander Week, Day 1: Origins

Where does your Commander come from? How did they grow up? Who influenced them when they were young and impressionable? What were their goals and aspirations? If they are Sylvari, what was it like waking up from the Dream?

Adayra (Main Commander)-

Adayra grew up under the care of her older sister Rayanna on the streets of Divinity’s Reach after their parents died from a Centaur attack. While her sister joined the Seraph, Adayra went in the opposite direction and became a petty thief. At first, she only stole food or a few coins now and then to get by, but after her sister went missing, she resorted to becoming a full-time criminal. One day when out stealing food, she ran into another thief by the name of Kaiden. At first they fought, but after both being spotted by some nearby Seraph Guards, they worked together to escape and have been close friends ever since. 

It wasn’t until the attack on Shaemoor that Adayra turned away from a life of crime. While knocked out after the elemental exploded, she dreamt of a mysterious woman with a phoenix, both of whom looked to be made of light. While she couldn’t remember what the woman said, she could feel that this woman was a messenger of Kormir and that she had blessed her, giving her an opportunity to turn away from a life of deceit and instead walk a new path of honesty. Adayra had never cared much for the Gods, but after the strange dream, she had to admit she was a little intrigued now. Plus, with people now calling her “The Hero of Shaemoor”, she was loving the respect and admiration she was getting and wanted more, and, y’know, it just felt good helping people for once. So, with the help of Captain Logan, she turned her back on her life of crime and set out to help those in need, later on joining the Vigil and then the Pact.

Vesuvia (AU Commander)- (tw: abuse)

Vesuvia was born in the Flame Legion and lived there for the first couple years of her life. Her time in there was tough. It was filled with strict rules and abuse, especially from her father. Vesuvia was unsatisfied with the roles the Flame Legion tried to push on her, so at night she would sneak out with her sister Etna and some other female cubs to learn various fighting and survival techniques. One day, however, her father found out. Furious, her father interrupted one of the secret lessons and killed their mentor before dragging his cubs back home by their tails to punish them (as well as their mother for “allowing” them to sneak out at night). It was that night that Vesuvia would receive the burn scar on the side of her face and that Etna would be blinded.

Life got better for Vesuvia when she escaped her cruel father and his legion by escaping to the Black Citadel during the night with her mother and sister. However, many charr didn’t trust them and still thought of her as an enemy. Because of this, she was forced to work harder to prove to them that she was trustworthy and would never go back to the Flame Legion. Eventually, Vesuvia would gain the trust of most of her warband, particularly Clawspur who would become her closest friend and sparring partner. Unfortunately, years later she would lose everyone but Clawspur and their irritating Legionnaire Urvan Steelbane in the battle against Duke Barradin. After the battle, Vesuvia grew bitter and blamed Steelbane for their warband’s death because he split everyone up. She would eventually turn against him and battle him in the Bane to take over as Legionnaire. After winning the fight and becoming legionnaire, she would begin traveling through Ascalon more and helping anyone she could with her rebuilt warband. Later on she would be promoted to Centurion and join the Vigil, then the Pact.

Manawydan (AU Commander for my EU account)-

Manawydan’s time in the Dream was a peaceful one. He had a thirst for knowledge and spent much of his time learning as much as he could while he waited to awaken. When not out learning, he would sit by the ocean and ponder about who he is and what he was meant to do. Everything changed, however, when the Nightmare began to infect the Dream and he was called to defend it. After defeating the Shadow of The Dragon, Manawydan awoke abruptly at the edge of the Grove within the village of Astorea. It was time for him to explore the world, but the encounter with the Nightmare had shaken him so he stuck close to the Grove for the first few months of his life. It wasn’t until he met Caithe again that he would begin to be braver as she became both his friend and mentor. He then started wandering farther from the Grove and helping anyone he came across. Later on, he would join the Priory and then the Pact.