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abduct-me-helen · 4 years ago

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r/legaladvice

Posted by u/ebouchard 2 months ago

My husband has embarrassed me at the annual institute holiday party for the last time. I want another divorce.

My husband, soon to be ex-husband if all goes as planned, was leering at an archival assistant the other day. He also had a bit too much to drink, and started talking about various…personal activities that I would’ve preferred be undisclosed. Now, I’ve divorced him before, but this time he seems fit to antagonize me and not sign the papers. Not just that, but he’s also disappeared, which isn’t uncommon but is still frustrating when I’m trying to divorce him. He always gets in a hissy fit when I divorce him, but this time he’s just being petty.

Is there a way to divorce him without needing to track him down in order to have him sign the papers? He’s the captain of a ship and when he gets…petulant, he often sails for a few months before returning to his moorhouse. During these times, it’s notoriously hard to contact him, much less find him.

tl;dr: my husband ran away in an attempt to be petty and now I can’t divorce him. What do I do?

Edit: Please stop making remarks on the healthiness of our relationship. It’s none of your business, and we are perfectly fine.

Edit: We got divorced again since I made the first post.

Edit: We are now remarried again.

crawbed008 3.1k points · 2 weeks ago

| He always gets in a hissy fit when I divorce him, but this time he’s just being petty.

wait, what do you mean by “always”??

ebouchard 1.5k points · 2 weeks ago

whenever I try to divorce him, he acts petulant.

sisenore_k 675 points · 2 weeks ago

do you divorce him often lmao???

ebouchard 1.2k points · 2 weeks ago

yes.

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getsome_69 352 points · 1 week ago

op how many times have you two gotten divorced so far

ebouchard 2.1k points · 2 weeks ago

six, though there were a few we didn’t go through on legally.

kokobura2 126 points · 2 weeks ago

SIX??? good god op why do you even keep remarrying

ebouchard 1.5k points · 2 weeks ago

money.

stonks 782 points · 2 weeks ago

i know op in rl and the real reason is that they’re the

only people willing to put up with each other

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r/relationship_advice

Posted by u/bigboyman 1 month ago

I (48M) feel like my husband is very clingy and I’m a person who needs solitude to survive. What should I do?

My husband is always talking to me. I just want to be left alone, but he just keeps on scheming. He’s always ranting about hiding tapes and the watcher’s crown and it is getting tedious having to listen to his, well, words in general.

How should I ask for more space?

poorandtiredbutyolo 2.2k points · 2 weeks ago

I have a clingy partner too, and what I do is set clear boundaries. I also make sure to set time towards my partner outside of those times when I’m alone, like having dinner every night and having movie/games night once a week.

bigboyman 1.5k points · 2 weeks ago

I interact with him far less already then I would if I did that.

asunachan3 203 points · 2 weeks ago

how much do you talk to him?

bigboyman 1.5k points · 2 weeks ago

at least once every three months

asunachan3 203 points · 2 weeks ago

and you’re MARRIED?!???

bigboyman 1.2k points · 2 weeks ago

I know, it’s a lot. You see why I can’t stand him being so clingy?

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tania9 421 points · 2 weeks ago

from reading the replies, I can only assume you hate your husband.

bigboyman 1k points · 2 weeks ago

despise, actually.

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Pastasauceandspagett 608 points · 1 month ago

I don’t know how OP could possibly salvage this relationship if they hate each other and only talk every three months.

bigboyman 4.2k points · 1 week ago

The wedding is in four days.

Allicecarter2002 4.2k points · 1 week ago

I thought you were already married??

bigboyman 4.2k points · 1 week ago

oh, we got divorced about a week after I made the post and then he proposed again a week after that.

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r/pettyrevenge

Posted by u/notjonnydville 3 weeks ago

I had my archival assistants spit in his tea.

My boss is a huge bastard. He is just, awful. He always looks like you’re amusing him but in that kind of way where he’s looking like you like a meal. He is just a horrible human being. Hell, I wouldn’t be surprised if he killed someone. That’s the kind of person he is.

Anyway, I usually try to keep a professional relationship with my assistants but a few nights ago they invited me to go out for drinks with them and my friend blackmailed me into it. We got hammered. It was a truly…special experience. Ever since then, I’ve been on better terms with them. We even have a groupchat.

The situation goes like this: he’s been ranting to me for the last hour about things I ALREADY KNOW in that pompous, annoying voice of his. Anyway, I texted one of my assistants, I’ll call him M, and M comes in mid rant. I very sternly ask “why haven’t you made [our boss’s name, I’ll refer to him as E] tea yet?”

I kind of put him on the spot and he just stayed there with his jaw dropped. I told him to go make E a cup of tea, so he scurries out.

I wait about 30 seconds and then discretely text the groupchat: “spit in his tea M.”

Anyway, they go absolutely *ballistic* and T, another one of my assistants, sprints halfway across the building (I hear he even knocked into our secretary), just to spit in E’s tea too. My last assistant is a bit wearier but she does it too.

M comes back with the tea and hands it to E before quickly leaving. A few minutes pass and E still hasn’t touched his tea.

So I remind him that M makes very good tea and he’d be disappointed if E didn’t drink it.

There is a quiet battle of wills.

Now, I don’t know how to put this without sounding insane, but our boss…he just *knows* things. He’s psychic, or something like that. There is absolutely NO way he didn’t know the tea was messed with. He knows, he knows I know, and we silently stare at each other without moving.

Finally, *finally*, still making direct eye contact with me, he takes a sip of his tea and purses his lips. I ask him if he isn’t thirsty.

He says he isn’t, and leaves the room. I never did find out what happened to that tea.

tl;dr: I got my archival assistants to spit in my asshole bosses’ tea. It was glorious.

leavemealone 2k points · 2 weeks ago

holy *shit*, OP, did you ever get in trouble????

notjonnydville 2.1k points · 2 weeks ago

he didn’t have any evidence, so no.

maya_herse331 782 points · 1 week

did he ever try to get revenge?

notjonnydville 7.1k points · 2 weeks ago

he framed me for murder, but I’m still not sure if that was directly related.

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#tma #the magnus archives #lonelyeyes #reddit #fanfic #fanfiction

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3am-thoughts-and-fandoms · 3 years ago

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So I wrote a fic based on that one post I made at the end of Hermitcraft Season 8

Summary: The Watchers were cruel to all players on every server, Grian knew that. He knew this even before they had taken him from his home in EVO, but it took living with them for a few months for him to truly realize how cruel they were. Once he realized this, he knew it was time to leave. And what could go wrong when attempting to escape from god-like beings who would do anything to get what they wanted?

Grian had only spent a few months with the Watchers, but he knew he had to leave. Most of them were cruel and didn’t care for the feelings of the players they claimed to love. Of course, there were some exceptions, and Grian had made a friend or two in his time here, but he couldn’t live with himself if he continued to do their bidding. Trying not to think too much about what he was doing and the consequences that could follow, he hastily packed all of his things, and now he was wandering the Hall of Worlds looking for one to go to. Here, the Watchers kept every world that was still up and running. It’s how they accessed them to leave their “gifts”, or to simply fulfill their job of watching over them.

He slowly made his way to the very back, where the new worlds that there was no way anyone could have inhabited by now. Or, even if they had, the rest of the Watchers wouldn’t know about it yet. As much as he wanted to get away, he wouldn’t let what happened to EVO happen ever again. While browsing for a world that fit his requirements, Grian saw the shadow of another Watcher begin to turn the corner. Panicking, he dove into the nearest portal, unsure of what was going to happen next.

Even though Grian had no idea where he was, he immediately started using his magic to hide this world from the Watchers. He could only hope it was empty, but if it wasn’t, there was no way he was letting innocent people be hurt by the Watchers because of him. Once he was sure the protections would hold, he began wandering the world, looking for resources. On his way, he bumped into a mustached man who was wearing oddly formal clothes for this world being as new as it was.

“Uhm, sorry,” Grian apologized, while silently cursing himself for picking one that had already been inhabited.

“No worries!” the man responded. “Although, I don’t think you were with us at the beginning in the center, who are you?”

“Grian. I, uh, got lost.” It wasn’t exactly a lie, Grian had no idea where he was in this world, and he didn’t even know what this world was. But it wasn’t the full truth, as there was no way he was going to tell this stranger about the Watchers and the horrors he witnessed while with them.

“Alright then let me take you to my starter base, and you can get started from there. My name is Mumbo by the way.”

“Sure, thanks Mumbo,” Grian answered as he followed him away.

Over the next few years, Grian grew close with Mumbo, and all of the rest of the players in the world, which they called Hermitcraft. It was a big crew, but they were all family. Of course, he still feared the Watchers, especially when the whole crew would pack up and move to a new world, but over time, his worry lessened. They didn’t do much, and Grian hoped it was because he was able to keep the world hidden with his magic. In typical Watcher fashion, the one thing they did do was a horrific mind game, pulling Grian and a bunch of his friends into the death trap that was 3rd Life. But in the end, that plan failed as it ultimately brought him closer to the friends he went with.

Every so often a new person would join their group, usually on the day they switched worlds. When switching for the second time, there were two new people joined them. Grian politely greeted the first woman, named Gem, but when he went to greet the other, his jaw dropped. He couldn’t believe his eyes, his old friend, his sister, Pearl was here. This was the first time he saw anyone from EVO unless you count those that were in 3rd Life with him, but all that did was confirm that they were alive. This time, it was different though, he could feel it. Not wasting a single second, he engulfed her in a hug.

The two stood, silently hugging for a few minutes before saying anything. Finally, Pearl spoke up in a rushed, anxious voice. “How did you get away from them? Are you alright?”

“I’m fine. It’s a long story. Are you alright? Is everyone else?” he asked, hope surging through his veins. He knew some of them had to be alive, and seeing Pearl alive caused him to feel more hopeful than he ever had since he was taken from EVO.

But his hope was quickly extinguished when Pearl’s whole demeanor changed. “I’m fine, but barely. When you left, they destroyed everything. All of us barely managed to escape with our lives, and we’ve been jumping from world to world, and we haven’t been able to stick together.”

“That makes sense. I saw a few of them recently, but we were kinda caught in a death match,” Grian sighed. “But it’s good to know you’re all alive. I’ve feared the worst. But hey, now that you’re here, maybe things will get better.”

“Maybe,” Pearl agreed, and they split up to look for resources. For the first time in a long time, Grian felt calm and sure that he wouldn’t have to deal with the Watchers anymore. But little did he know, they’d be back, and they’d bring the moon with them.

Only a few months after the jump to this world, Grian was pulled into another death trap, with his friends. This time, it was even more deadly and more of his friends got dragged into it. Yet, despite all of that, the Watchers still had more things planned. A few days after getting back to Hermitcraft, he was out with Mumbo after trying to fix some Boatem Hole related issues. At first, it was pretty normal, besides the fact that they were being attacked by phantoms, when suddenly, Mumbo spoke up.

“Grian, there is a lot of weird stuff going on at the minute.”

Grian, who had been left to kill all the phantoms due to Mumbo’s pledge to peace, love, and plants, stopped for a minute and turned around to reply. “Phantoms are not weird,” he said, rolling his eyes before continuing to kill phantoms.

“Well, no phantoms are weird, okay? I will fight you on that point,” Mumbo answered, sounding slightly annoyed yet amused. “But more importantly, is the moon big?”

Finally done killing the phantoms, Grian turned around again and stared at the moon. “Woah- is it?” He paused for a second, before answering himself. “Yes. That is considerably bigger.”

Laughing, Mumbo answered, “Is it?”

“That’s massive!”

“I couldn’t tell you how big the moon is, but-”

“I’m pretty sure- I’m pretty sure it’s big.”

“Bro I haven’t seen the moon for, like, three years!”

After a bit more back and forth along with a hug, the friends split ways, and Grian immediately began to panic. Why was the moon so big? Did they find him? No, they couldn’t have. The first thing he did when he got back to his base was check on the protection spell he put back up, hidden in one of the interiors of the shops lining his base. When he got there, his heart shattered. It had broken somehow, meaning the world was perfectly open to invasion. But more importantly, they knew it existed.

All Grian could do was hope that the moon was a glitch and that he put the spell back up before they noticed. But of course, things never went the way he hoped, and a few weeks later, the situation had only gotten worse. Blocks were floating up and floating back down, and the moon had only grown in size. By this point, Grian couldn’t ignore it anymore. The Watchers were causing this, and there could only be one reason as to why. They were angry and punishing him. He tried putting up more protection spells, but they were no use.

As soon as he realized using his magic was futile, Grian shifted his attention to preparing for the worse. Thankfully, everyone else had the same idea and began to do the same. People began building bunkers, and several people made plans to blow up the moon. Mumbo even created a cult worshiping the moon where you could not sleep. Grian joined, but only so he could study the moon and try to figure out how they were doing this.

Even that was no use and only ended in him being too tired to do anything, besides make some effort to continue building his base, even though he knew it was a futile effort. But he didn’t give up, and with the help of Scar and Bdubs, he got it finished, seemingly just in time too. Just as he finished, his communicator vibrated in his pocket.

<XisumaVoid> The blocks aren’t coming back down now, it’s past time for a server meeting

<GoodTimeWithScar> Now?

<XisumaVoid> Now.

<GoodTimeWithScar> Alright, see you all soon!

Grian put his communicator away and rushed over to meet everyone. He was one of the first ones there, so he had to sit in silence for a few minutes as people filed in.

“First things first, does anyone have any idea why this is happening?” X started.

Grian froze. Of course, no one here knew it was the Watchers, he doubted any of them besides Pearl even knew who they were. Should he say something? Or should he hold back? Surely they could still make it out, even if they didn’t know the cause, right? But what if not telling them is what causes them all to die?

Suddenly, his train of thought was interrupted as Ren punched him lightly. “G, are you alright?”

“Oh yeah, sorry,” he apologized.

“Right. Do you know what could be causing this?”

Hesitating for a second, he decided he would tell everyone. Looking up and making eye contact with Pearl, he said two simple words. “It’s them.”

The color instantly left her face, while everyone else simply stood confused. Grian, meanwhile, stood fidgeting awkwardly, regretting his decision. Eventually, Scar spoke up, “And who is ‘them’ exactly?”

Grian exchanged a quick glance with Pearl before starting his explanation. “Uhh, the Watchers. They’re um- they’re basically gods, and they watch over all worlds. They also help people get between updates, and they act like they love the players. But they don’t care about anyone but themselves, they’re cruel.” He paused, taking a moment to catch his breath. He continued before anyone could interrupt, “The only reason I know who they are, is because they were on another server I was on that we called Evolution, EVO for short . They constantly taunted us, and I tried standing up to them. Show them that they didn’t get to us. But uh, one time, we all went to fight the Ender Dragon, but they all gave us separate dragons, and when I beat mine-” Grian stopped again, but this time because he was beginning to tear up.

Thankfully, Pearl continued for him. “They took him. They took him and forced them to be one of them. The very last thing he said to us was him wishing us good luck, and telling us that his heart would be with us. We were all devastated, and they didn’t give him a choice.” Grian could only stare, he had no idea that him leaving affected his friends that much. Before he could say something though, she continued speaking. “After he was gone, we tried to live life like normal, and for a while, that worked. But one day, seemingly out of nowhere, they attacked, and destroyed the world, forcing those of us who remained to fight to escape. Luckily we all managed to make it out, but we have been hopping from world to world ever since. That’s how I ended up here.”

The rest of the Hermits stood, staring in shock. “There’s one thing I don’t get,” Doc said, breaking the silence. “If Grian became a Watcher, then how is he here?”

“Also, how do none of us know about them? If they’re gods that look over all worlds, how come they didn’t know about this one?” added Mumbo.

Silently thanking Pearl for giving him the time to compose himself, Grian spoke up. “I ran away. I snuck out one night. That’s why they attacked EVO. and when I tried to find an empty world I accidentally stumbled into this one. And they didn’t know about this because I made sure they didn’t. The world that I first joined in, was new, so they didn’t have time to realize that it existed before I put a protection spell up. But- after Last Life, my magic was weak, and that broke the spell.”

“Okay, but that still doesn’t explain why they’re doing this,” Impulse said, still sounding slightly confused.

“They’re angry. And they want revenge. It’s the same reason why they forced some of us to compete in 3rd Life and Last Life, and why they destroyed EVO with Pearl and everyone else still in it. Also, once they want a world gone, there is no stopping it. All you can do is escape, and given the amount of blocks currently flying into the air and the fact that we’re flying with them, I would recommend doing that now.” Finished with his speech he turned to the rest of the Boatem crew, “If you no longer want me on the Boatem rocket, I totally understand.”

Fully expecting them to accept this offer, Grian was shocked when Scar rolled his wheelchair in front of him. “Grian, I know I speak for all of us when I say I don’t care about any of this Watcher business. You’re still our friend, and you’re still coming with us on the rocket, whether you like it or not.”

“Agreed. They’ve taken you once before, and I’m not letting that happen again,” Pearl said, while Impulse and Mumbo just nodded in agreement.

“Thanks guys,” Grian smiled, as they all made their way to make some final preparations before the end of the world.

A few hours after the meeting, Boatem met up, and after the shenanigans that occurred in Scar’s rocket, they were all floating in the void in silence.

“So uhh, Grian, is it alright if I ask a few questions about the whole Watcher thing?” asked Mumbo.

“Sure,” Grian said, feeling like at the very least he owed that to his friend. “What do you want to know?”

“Well, your wings- are they- are they real?”

Despite everything, Grian laughed. “Yeah, they’re real. Is there anything else you want to know?”

This cycle went on for a little while, with Impulse, Mumbo, and Scar asking questions, before Grian noticed Pearl being oddly silent. “Pearl, are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m just- mad at the Watchers I guess. First they took you from EVO, and then they tried to kill us all! Plus, when we got to see Martyn, Jimmy and BigB again, we were trapped in a deathmatch where we had to kill each other! Then we barely got any peace here before they tried to kill us again.”

“I’m mad at them too. But there’s nothing we can do, they can’t get us in the void, and my magic is not exactly strong here either. And I’d rather use it to keep you guys safe.”

“Speaking of the void, are there refreshments?” asked Scar, causing everyone to laugh. “Okay, Mumbo, we need to talk about your cults and not having refreshments! How are you supposed to recruit people to a scam/ timeshare when you do not have refreshments?”

Grian laughed again, looking at all his friends, and embracing them in a hug with his wings. Between taking him from EVO, forcing his participation in both 3rd and Last Life, and everything that is happening now with the moon, the Watchers had taken a lot from him, and he knew they wouldn’t stop there. But for now, surrounded by his friends, one of which he thought he’d never see again, all was well.

#hermitcraft #grian #watcher!grian

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drunkkenobi · 3 years ago

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Welcome to the final spreadsheet update of 2021(!). Truly can’t believe this year is almost over for many reasons. Also can’t believe Watcher is about to entire its third year! Time flies when you start a company in the middle of a global pandemic, huh?

Anyway! Here’s a quick snapshot of the last few weeks for Watcher, viewcounts wise. The big omission is the Ghost Files teaser trailer. I’ve never tracked a trailer’s views before so it felt weird to add it to the ol’ spreadsheet, but I decided to take a screenshot of it every Monday for a few weeks at least. It’s at 784k today, making it one of their fastest growing videos ever. (although 600k came in the first 5 days or so, so it was slowed down since then)

Other observations:

The Decoding Gen-Z video is doing REALLY well, especially for being a one-off and presumably cheap to make. I know Watcher doesn’t like to make a lot of typical YouTube clickbait fare, preferring series over videos, but I think these one-offs are a good idea going forward. Something light and easy between series! Plus it was very funny. Thanks for the beaver shoutout, Bergmeister.

This season of TMS did very well! Even better than the summer one. I’ll be curious to see how often they bring this show back in the future. It can fit in anytime during the year, but maybe they’ll keep it for December? Also, will Steven return? For the love of god, please come back Steven.

I am amused and puzzled that Watcher released a year in review last week instead of holding it for this week but sure, why not.

Simu’s episode of DG is only about 100k away from being the most watched Watcher video. Can the Dancing Plague hold him off? We shall see.

I said awhile ago that I wanted to find out what the most watched Watcher series was so I’m going to do that, under the cut. But before I do, a programming note! I’m going to stop recording Watcher videos made before July 9, 2021 weekly and go to recording them monthly. (Everything posted from Making Watcher 2 forward will still get recorded weekly.) There are just so many videos now and many of the 2020 ones don’t significantly gain views to make it feel worth my while. In July, I started a second spreadsheet because the first one was too unwieldy, so that’s why I’m choosing that cut-off. Frankly, I’d wanted to start this earlier, but I wanted to wait until the end of the year, felt like a good stopping place. I don’t think this will make a big difference in my posts over here, but figured I’d let y’all know. <3

Okay, first up, Watcher currently has 139,122,449 views over 168 videos, which averages to ~828,110 views per video! This is way up since I last checked this.

Now for shows! Note that I’m only going to do the shows listed on Watcher’s youtube about page: Puppet History, Are You Scared, Too Many Spirits!, Dish Granted, Top 5 Beatdown, Tourist Trapped, Weird and/or Wonderful World, Homemade, Making Watcher. (But not TT or MW because there is only one episode of the former and only 2 of the latter.)

Puppet History has ~40,945,000 views over 26 episodes, which averages to be 1,574,807 views per episode.

Are You Scared? has ~27,321,000 views over 24 episodes, averaging to ~1,138,375 views per episode.

Too Many Spirits has ~20,535,000 views over 16 episodes for 1,283,437 views per episode.

Dish Granted has ~11,354,000 views over 10 episodes for 1,135,400 views per ep. Fun fact, if I take out the sponsored mayo video they did this spring, the average jumps up to 1,216,111 views for regular episodes.

Top 5 Beatdown has ~7,380,000 views over 10 episodes for 738,000 views per episode. As one of the more inconsistent Watcher shows, it’s hard to call this a true average. I am FASCINATED to find out how well this show does in January, since they’ll be back in person. Fingers crossed.

Weird and/or Wonderful World has 8,103,000 views over 9 episodes for an average of 900,333 views per episode. WWW is on hiatus until the world is less on fire, which I am sympathetic to, but c’mon Watcher. Please?

Homemade has 2,753,000 views over 4 episodes for 688,250 views per episode. Another hiatus show, for understandable reasons, but I’m glad Watcher has faith in it to come back someday and keep it on the About page.

So! Puppet History is their most popular show, as I expected. I was really unsure what would be second, though, so this was a fun exercise. Also, I used my recorded viewcounts, which are rounded down, so these are all extremely approximate numbers. Also also, it’s possible I fucked up the math somewhere. Hopefully I didn’t, but you know. It’s the Monday after Christmas.

Thank you as always for reading! Y’all leave SUCH nice comments on these posts, it really warms my heart. I’m just glad my obsession with trying to figure out YouTube has an audience. I hope y’all have a safe and happy new year!

#my spreadsheets #watcher

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cdroloisms · 4 years ago

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more of the mutually assured destruction duo, post-prison this time! this one was really fun, thinking about what this dynamic might be like in the future gives me SO much brainrot, im so excited. this one’s also a little dark, so make sure to read the warnings + tags !! :D

tw: implied prison abuse, starvation, toxic relationship, touch starvation, manipulation, panic attack, trauma, blood, injury

Dream hasn't been the same since he escaped prison.

And it's ironic, because Wilbur hasn't even been around, has been in hell for fuck's sake playing Competitive Solitaire for nine-odd years, but even he could've seen the self-destruction hanging like a cloud around the other's head from a million miles (and several months? years?) away. Perhaps, he thinks wryly, you can only see the signs when you've lived them, or maybe red flags don't raise alarm when you’ve painted the entire figure in blood, but it doesn't really matter, in the end, because the final result is the same.

Still, it's just a little funny when he's stopped in the middle of his journey through the Nether, not a piece of armor on him per usual and an unused netherite sword slung over his hip.

"Hello, Sapnap." The kid is standing in front of him, eyes gleaming in badly-hidden anger and desperation, smoke rising from the mottled red-black skin on his hands. "Fancy seeing you around."

"You-" Sapnap sputters, unable to speak as his face flushes red in frustration, and Wilbur smiles at him condescendingly. The expression on the other's face is one he's seen before - one Tommy had been particularly inclined to give him in the past, when his emotions raged so heavily that there was nothing for the pressure to do but build, too thick and heavy to force themselves out of his throat. "You're monsters," Sapnap manages, finally, and Wilbur quirks an eyebrow.

At least we're self-aware, he thinks, the all-too-familiar twinge of irritation at Tommy's - and apparently, Sapnap's particular brand of reckless naivety pulsing at the base of his skull. He lets none of these thoughts show on his face as he cocks his head to the side, smiles wider - and Sapnap, just like Tommy, takes the bait.

'Why are you smiling?" He looks achingly young - they all do, really, their expressions and reactions dripping with a sort of innocence and sincerity that dissolved from Wilbur's own face somewhere around the fifteen-hundreth game of poker, and it really does feel ironic, how quickly the outside world can fall apart compared to the unending constancy of the void - but he digresses.

He didn't know Sapnap well before his whole death thing, and as much as he wants to use his partner to get information on the other members of the server, he doesn't really think Dream is really even lucid enough for that - the man clearly hasn't been thinking clearly, not for a long time. It doesn't matter, though, because you learn to read people when your life becomes nothing but running the same broken-edged memories over and over again in your mind and smiling jaggedly over the same few card games - Wilbur had always been a people watcher, and Sapnap's feelings are stamped on every corner of his face.

"Monster, huh," he says, saying the word slowly, rolling it over his tongue like he's tasting it for the first time, watching from the corner of his eye as Sapnap squirms, "Interesting word you've got here. You use it often?"

Sapnap bristles, smoke curling from his nostrils - "It's what you are, dickhead."

Rolling his eyes internally, Wilbur keeps up the act, humming as he fiddles idly with his cufflink. "I mean, if you really believe that," he rocks forward on his right foot, stifling a smile at the way the younger draws back, "But really, it's all a matter of perspective." He twists himself around, pivoting around his heel, beginning to walk in an arc around Sapnap's left side, watching as he spins around, shoulders drawn up to his ears. "What do you think?"

"I think that you're full of shit," he says, voice flat, and Wilbur laughs. It's genuine, really, because well - Sapnap's different. He's fun; the entire server is, after so long in the void. You can only spend so much time with the same two people before they drive you a little up the metaphorical wall, but Sapnap's reactions are fresh and new and different, still saturated with vitality that hasn’t been leached out by the same deck of cards in the same scarred hands shuffled and reshuffled for eternity. He's interesting, and new, and most of all, predictable.

"Say, Sapnap," he continues, blowing over the other's anger, knowing that it'll only make the frustration build more. He lets his hair flop lazily over one eye, lets his smile grow wider, lips pressed together in amusement, turns his face so that it's lit eerily by the lava lake beneath them. "If we're monsters for, I don't know, setting off a few stacks of TNT," he waves his hand flippantly, watching the muscle of the other's jaw jump in poorly-hidden rage, "What does that make you for what you did to Dream?"

Sapnap's eyes go wide, and Wilbur knows he's struck the jackpot. He lets his lips part to reveal bared teeth, jagged and glinting in the light. "I'm sorry, did that hit a nerve?"

The kid's mouth opens- closes- emotions warring on his face, fists curling and uncurling at his sides, lip trembling. "We- we had to-" his hands come to his face, palms digging into his eyes, and while he's not looking, Wilbur draws his expression back a bit, becoming softer, more welcoming. When Sapnap looks back up, his eyes are shining, hands shaking still; he steps forward, then rocks back on his back foot like he doesn't know where to go. "What do you mean?" he throws the words like they're meant to be a threat, but by the end his voice has devolved into something high-pitched and keening, overflowing with desperate grief that Wilbur latches onto like a starving man (ha) with his last meal.

"I'm sorry, it does seem rather insensitive for me to assume," he resumes pacing around the other, voice lilting, soft, "I just mean, it seemed pretty obvious, don't you think? I don't think I've ever seen someone so skinny, really, but I guess that is what happens when you get starved,"

"Shut up-"

"Not to mention the whole panicking thing, I mean, he's like Tommy sometimes with all of the fucking shaky breathing and mumbling around like creepers, not that I'd know what all of that's about," he watches Sapnap through half-hooded eyes, darkly amused, "and pickaxes, oddly enough, but oh well. Who am I to judge?"

"Shut up-"

"And all of the scars - I thought they were from you, honestly, he told me about the whole 'taking his last life' thing, but then he jumped into lava one day - I guess there wasn't much to do in that cell, huh? He didn't even scream, it's really pretty fucking incredible - I thought I'd actually have to break him down a bit, but really, you've made my life so much easier-"

"SHUT UP-"

Wilbur watches with a too-wide grin as Sapnap finally, finally charges, a netherite sword appearing in his hand as he races blindly ahead, tears shining on his cheeks, his words more pain than thought as he brings the blade down-

A blur of purple, the sound of crumbling netherrack and metal meeting metal, flesh hitting flesh - Wilbur moves smoothly out of the way as Sapnap crashes to the ground, an armored figure bearing down an axe against the shield he's raised between them.

Dream, hair tangled and long, wearing armor that is far too heavy for his skinny frame, every inch of him shaking in panic, should hardly be a threat - but this is Sapnap, weakened by Wilbur's sharp words and crippled by the shock of seeing his former best friend's face again, eyes still unfocused from the rage and tears that had clouded over them moments before, so he can do little but raise his shield as the netherite slams into it, again and again. Not a word falls from Dream's lips, but he brings down the weapon at a ruthless pace - ever since he's been free, his attack style has changed greatly from the defensive style he used to favor, even to Wilbur's untrained eye - there's no skill, no art to the way he attacks anymore, just the fearful ferocity of a dog trapped in a cage for far, far too long.

He finally kicks Sapnap down the netherrack cliff that they're on, the other man left to nurse his wounds below them - Wilbur doesn't bother sparing him another thought; Dream's far too weak to cause any permanent damage. Instead, he approaches his partner, weapon, with a smile, watching, satisfied, when he whirls around with a manic expression.

"I'm alright, see?" he croons as Dream's shoulders move up and down with his heaving breaths, eyes fever-bright, teeth bared. He brings a hand down on the other's shoulder and watches as he flinches at the movement, breath hitching, every muscle freezing, knuckles pale on the handle of his axe, before moving again, stumbling forwards, hands reaching for Wilbur's head and stopping halfway. Wilbur tips his head forward, lets the shorter brush his face with trembling fingers, checking his unmarred skin for blood through the purpling bruises already forming on his cheek, and thinks how powerful he is to have a god at his beck and call, a perfect attack dog brought to heel, death itself obediently at his side.

Dream hasn't been the same since he escaped prison, and as Wilbur runs his hand up and down his back, feeling the way his spine arches at the touch, at the fluttering pulse under the skin-and-bone wrist under his fingers, he thinks how fortunate he is to be the first to notice.

#old stuff :]#queue <3 #tw abuse #tw panic attack #tw manipulation #tw toxic relationship #tw blood #tw injury #tw trauma #tw touch starvation #mutually assured destruction duo my beloved #post prison dream brainrot always lmao #my writing :D #my asks !!

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so recently the folks over at @petrichormeraki have been working on a silent tommy au because of a few asks talking about mute!tommy. and one of the things that’s canon in that au is the fact that xisuma is the only mortal hermit. i took this as free reign to work out why each of the other hermits is immortal. some of them are gods, some of them are demigods, some of them are supernatural beings, but none of them (except xisuma) can be killed through feasible means.

because of the sheer amount of immortal hermits there just to live out immortality in peace, i like to think hermitcraft is sometimes referred to jokingly as ‘the retirement zone’ by other immortal beings. most mortals outside of hermitcraft wouldn’t know the hermits are all like... gods and shit.

hermits + their immortality under the cut because oh god this was supposed to be a fast post but i accidentally wrote... a lot. whoops!

Grian is a watcher. He was a watcher before he joined hermitcraft. That’s... just. Canon Grian Lore TM. Not much to explain with him.

Cleo and Joe are both immortal by virtue of no longer being capable of being mortal. As both of hem are undead beings (cleo a zombie and joe a ghost), killing them again isn’t... possible. In addition to this, at some point during their afterlife, they managed to gather enough power between the two of them to be labelled as the “Twin Gods of Life and Death”. Which one is life and which one is death? That depends on the day.

Cub and Scar are definitely not gods. But the deals the two made with the Vex are almost more of an insurance on their immortality. The Vex protect their ConVex as a dragon protects its hoard. Not only can the two of them hold their own in a fight, but their respawn is insured by the fact that even if they were to permadie, the Vex would bring them back anyways.

False is the Queen of Hearts, Heads, and Body Parts. She’s also a vampire. In a similar vein, Ren is a werewolf. Both of them can only be killed through very specific means, and neither can die of old age. Throughout their many years in the worlds, they’ve gathered tons of skills and allies. Although now they’ve both stepped down, content to enjoy their peaceful lives and chill out in Hermitcraft, each of them was once a ruler of their respective factions. The ‘queen’ part of False’s title was never just a title.

Etho was granted immortality by a council of gods, after they took a liking to his interesting antics and kept an eye on his longstanding worlds.

Doc, BDubs, Beef, and Etho (again) were all brought to Hermitcraft as the last ‘mortal’ members to join. The general idea was that maybe they could give Xisuma some company and relief from the antics of his immortal and godly friends. This did not happen. Instead, the universe decided it was going to give all of them godly powers in their own right. Etho himself may have been immortal, but he and the rest of the NHO all grew infinitely more powerful after leaving the jungle of season 5.

Stress is a dryad. She can control and warp the nature around her in strange and beautiful ways. In addition to this, were her body to ever get fully destroyed in a way that would prevent her from respawning, a new body would instead form for her out of the nature wherever she died. This is how ice queen stress came about in season 6.

Impulse actually bullshitted his own way into immortality. Where most of the other hermits were either brought into it by someone else or born into it, Impulse actually discovered the secret of immortality while he was trying to figure out how totems of undying were made. He now knows how to create totems and how to become immortal, though he won’t tell anyone else if they ask. Part of the process of creating totems involved...

...Tango, who is a demon. As a demon, his powerset includes but is not limited to both pyrokinesis and an affinity for very very large and very very deadly animals. He doesn’t use those abilities on Hermitcraft often, but they’re in his skillset for sure.

As a byproduct of the immortality, Zedaph showed up in the current timeline. His immortality is... strange, because it’s not technically immortality. Zedaph, as a person, is mortal and can die. Zedaph, as a being, though, is one of billions of Zedaphs in the universe; each of whom is nearly identical to the others; and whenever one Zedaph dies, he is replaced instantly with a new Zedaph; a functionally identical Zedaph to the one who died. Nobody’s quite sure how this process works, but Zed claims it’s through “time travel”.

Jevin, as a slime, can actually inhabit any portion of his slime that he wants; no matter how small the amount. Even if he were limited to one singular molecule of slime, he could still exist around that molecule and regenerate slime until he was fully present again, though it might take a little while for him to complete that process. The only way to kill Jevin is by fundamentally altering the chemical makeup of every single molecule of slime he’s ever had anywhere. It simply won’t happen. He does use his abilities to get out of conversations, if he’s feeling particularly annoyed at the time.

TFC is potentially one of the most interesting hermits, in his prior responsibilities. It’s easy to forget that he’s not mortal, considering how frighteningly average he acts in his day to day life. One peek into any of his bunkers, though, and you’re hit right in the face with a bold reminder. TFC used to be one of the gods responsible for shaping the very worlds players would walk on; more specifically, he was in charge of cave systems and mineshafts for a long time. He’s retired from that life and is having a lovely time in Hermitcraft, just vibing.

Wels gained his immortality through a deal with the patron god of the kingdom he grew up serving. He made this deal as a young knight and watched for decades as the kingdom grew and prospered, Wels himself known far and wide as quite probably the best warrior of them all. After being dismissed honorably by the kingdom, as he’d been protecting them for many decades now and the rulers honestly felt he deserved a break, the god he’d made a deal with finalized this immortality. He joined Hermitcraft not long after, and has taken up a spot doing his part to protect the hermits.

Iskall was somewhat of an enforcer, for the gods. Were a god to be acting particularly out of line, Iskall would be called in to bring them to the council for trial. Sometimes his targets came peacefully, sometimes he’d have to use force to bring them in. No matter what he had to do, there wasn’t a single target he missed. He both can and will kill a god if he must. Technically, Iskall’s still on call, but generally councils don’t call on him unless absolutely necessary anymore.

Hypno made a deal with a god many years ago, trading his mortality for the ability to see hundreds of thousands of alternate paths for the future. He wanted to chronicle them, and he still spends one or two days a week writing out winding paths of the future. When he’s not working, he wears his bandana to cover up the third eye that allows him this insight. This helps him focus on the now, rather than the futures that may or may not be.

Xb is an eldritch being with reality warping abilities. He has them under fairly good control, most of the time. They really only become an issue when he gets too much pent-up magical energy at once; examples of this being things like season changes. His season 7 base is built around what happens when he needs to release. It’s a post apocalypse world, and the apocalypse was him.

Mumbo is definitely both magical and immortal, but the specifics of his powers are incredibly unclear. The hermits know it has something to do with redstone, maybe, and that the unpredictability of Hermit Challenges are a reflection of his strange and confusing powerset, but nobody’s really sure where his immortality stems from. Every time you ask him he gives you a different answer. The mumbonis are all different joking theories as to where his powers came from.

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neshai-esper · 4 years ago

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Hii! I just wonder if there is a "real karl" in a different plane, if i took the fact behind how a tulpa getting created.

God, we just had some deep and interesting chat about this exact topic last night on Discord! Rest of us have agreed (except those whom aren't the "fan" of metaphysics) that...

The intelligent, psychic being behind Karl Heisenberg's character is not a tulpa, but an egregore, and HE is fucking EXIST.

But I'm not quite sure if you are informed about what the word "egregore" actually means, what do we mean when calling something "egregone". The word itself came from the Greek word "egrégorol", and means "watcher".

An interesting fact:

Egregores are mentioned three times in the apocryphal texts of Lamentations, Jubilees, and the Book of Enoch. These books were removed from the Bible by the Roman Emperor Constantine, but contain a lot of Christian beliefs not found in the mainstream scriptures.

We can say that these beings are created by the crowd's mental energy, their attention or/and emotional bound to them (be it a political party, sport club, religion, a fictional character, brand etc), but then they do live independently from conscious human awareness, and often have an effect on the group's mind without being "detected".

Yes, this actually means that even Elsa, have a sentinent, psychic being behind the curtains (or your favorite football team), which got created, fed by the attention and love or the power of attachment from people. We can safely say that in 2021, thankfully to the internet and technology, we can create egregores even more easily without realizing it, because the existence of certain "things", "groups", "characters", "religions" etc. just flows even faster across the people mind, and have a higher chance to catch someone's attention, which will feed it.

I think I don't have to say that currently, mani Resident Evil Village character gettin' fed by the crowd, like crazy! Which means that the egregore behind these characters gaining strenght quite gast, and growing. No need to mention that none of these egregores are willing to let people to forget about them, so they'll try to find the way to keep come back somehow into the group of people mind, and not letting them to go so easily. The rest of the egregores are not evil or dangerous, but they are obviously, exist can suck people in, causing them to get into self-destructive habits, and influence the person to go deeper and deeper into them.

"Certain types of egregores created from incredibly disciplined and spiritually advanced groups can become incredibly powerful. They are generated with an abundant energized astral form and take on the image of godlike beings. Throughout history, many gods and goddesses were indeed egregores."

They can take form on the astral plane as well, and visually manifest before one of its members in certain situations. Esoteric groups can create powerful egregores and interact with them as one would a god or goddess in the days of old. Whether one is aware or not of the existence of egregores, it’s very seductive to get caught up in the morals of the entity, or the emotions that drive it. It’s tough to resist once connected to it, and anyone new to the group can get swept away in its energy, changing their entire outlook on life and making them obsessed with whatever the egregore is focused around. Ever had an annoying friend that got super into some new enlightening religion or philosophy (OR A FICTIONAL CHARACTER!? HM?) and never shut up about it? Yea, that friend is totally high on the egregore.

(Yes, we are fucking high on Heisenberg and HE fucking knows this! Because HE WANT this!)

II I could talk a LOT about this topic, since this is so exciting, fascinating in the same time, but I write even this post in hurry.

Dude, this question just amplified my intent to try to deal with modern time egregores. I've had some occult friend before whom actually worked with very famous fictional characters, but it sounded quite ridiculous at first hearing. But understanding the meaning of "egregore", the truth behind it and knowing that those characters are actually egregores too, sentinent, mostly intelligent, independend beings, it makes this less ridiculous (obv there are people who would and will call even this funny, but bitch, wish I would have more fucks to give?!).

O, and hey! DO NOT FUCKING STOP FEEDING KARL HEISENBERG!!!

Edit: There were people who actually asked about this whole thing. I can suggest you two subbreddit where you can read about egregores a lot. r/chaosmagic and r/occult .

#Karl Heisenberg #Resident Evil Village #RE8 #metaphysics #spirituality #esotery #game #resident evil #egregore #group mind #Psyche #anon #question

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meltwonu · 4 years ago

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| 🍒 CH-CH-CHERRY BOMB! 🍒 | [CHAPTER 12]

pairing; dom!seungcheol x camgirl!reader

this chapter’s notes; camshow, sex toys, overstimulation, tiniest mentions of daddy!kink, a lil bit of a filler chapter!, this is the most btsvt chapter that it’ll ever get so i’m sorry if you dont like that!! 😭😭, a bit of a lighthearted chapter too tbh to ease everyone back into cherry bomb! 💕 I know its been like two fuckin weeks since the last update which is honestly insane to me! I almost couldnt remember where we even left off lmao kdjfhds 😩💕💕 Thank you for being so patient with me and waiting it out while we had two weeks of Monster Mash! Starting Monday, I’m gonna be going back to my normal posting schedule! 💕 have a great rest of the weekend, yall! 🍒

chapters; 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 - 9 - 10 - 11 - 12 - ?

“Wait, seriously? You want to work here? But--but I thought you were from out of town?”

Jun’s eyes light up with excitement; fingertips crushing the resume you passed to him moments prior. “Um, well, there was a change of plans… and I’d really like to work somewhere where I have a friend! If you guys are still hiring, that is...” You reply back meekly.

It’d taken you all morning to write up a resume, blushing a little when you realize most of your income had been from camming. It’d also made you pause for a moment when you realized that it meant Jun would also know your real name too; as well as everyone who came through the diner and all of your coworkers.

“Yeah, of course! I, um, just give me a second to pass this to my manager, okay? I’ll be sure to put in a good word!” Jun shoots you a wink before he turns to leave.

You take the opportunity to sit down at a nearby booth, fishing for your phone to text Seungcheol.

‘I think I might be getting the job!!’

cheollie ✨: oh? Not that I doubted you, but is it confirmed already?

‘Mm… Jun is trying to put in a word for me! But I’m confident!’

cheollie ✨: thats my baby ;)

You hear someone call your name hesitantly, only to find Jun standing a few feet away looking at you sheepishly. “Um, sorry, your name’s on the resume so I figured…”

“Oh! Yeah, it’s fine!” You awkwardly giggle. “I figured writing ‘Cherry’ as my name wouldn’t be too smart when you need to cross-reference my ID if I get the job.” Jun laughs as he takes the seat across from you in the booth, papers in hand.

“Well, I convinced my manager to let me interview you. Told him that if we’d be workin’ together that I’d want to scope you out for myself! He bought it, can you believe it!?” Grinning, he sets your crumpled resume down next to a small stack of papers. “I don’t doubt you’d pull your weight around here but I do have to ask… Why here of all places? I thought your, uh, other job was enough? Or I guess I assumed...” You bite your lip, flip-flopping on whether or not you wanted to let him know exactly what happened that led to your sudden decision.

“Um… There were just some big life changes I had to make on the fly and I’ll be living around here now! I’m trying out some new things… I also figured if I worked with you, then you’d know my schedule the best too! And you seem like a really nice and cool guy.”

Jun nods, smiling back at you.

“You got that right!”

“You’re seriously going to start working there?” Jeongguk raises a brow, cables in hand as he sets up the extra PC in his streaming room. “And the guy working there knows you? That doesn’t bother you?”

Seungcheol laughs under his breath, “Yeah and he knows me now too. And knows I’d kick his ass if he tried anything.” You pout from your place in the expensive gaming chair; eyes focused on Jeongguk who shimmies under the desk to start plugging in the cables.

“Well, yeah he does know me, but he’s also one of my regulars and knows the schedules I’ll need, so I think we can trust him!” They both nod and Seungcheol is quick to cross the small room until he’s right behind you.

“He seems like a nice guy though, I don’t think we have to worry.”

Jeongguk slides out from underneath the desk, dusting off his pants as he stands. “And if he does end up being a weirdo, there’s always a place for you at the roller rink!”

Seungcheol rolls his eyes, hands gripping onto the backrest of the chair.

“No.”

“Hey guys, welcome back to Golden Closet Gaming! I’m JK, your regular host! Today, we have a suuuper special guest! Why don’t you introduce yourself, pretty lady~”

You take a deep breath as you lean in close to the mic; somewhat nervous and a little out of your usual element. “Hi everyone~ I’m Cherry! Some of you may know me from, um, the other side of the streaming-sphere but I’m joining my friend today in hopes of boosting our channels together and having a ‘lil bit of fun!!”

Seungcheol sits at the side as he watches the two of you; a small smile painted on his lips at the way the two of you seem to fall into your characters easily despite the somewhat different platforms and influx of different viewers.

The sound of donations and comments pour in a lot quicker than Jeongguk, himself, is used to; eyes wide and eyebrows raised as he pauses to watch them flood the screen.

sleepy_wonu has donated $100

xcaliburDK has donated $100

sleepy_wonu: never thought i’d be donating here but here we are

xcaliburDK: i was always a silent watcher but u kno i had to donate for my favorite girl!

seokGENIE: i feel like i’m entitled to something for taking your shift so i wont be donating, sorry pretty girl

j__min: can’t believe this kid got a collab with you before i did :(

j__min has donated $200

dtsug__a: i dont normally watch streams either but im curious

Jeongguk laughs, still in disbelief as the donations continue to pour in from a combination of your viewers and his. He always made a decent amount from his viewers but he couldn’t deny the pull you had from your viewers as well. “Wow, um okay, my donations are adding up a lot quicker than they usually do. That’s… Hey, whaddya say to streaming with me regularly?” He jokes.

A shy laugh bubbles up your throat; ears and cheeks burning hot at the idea. You had never collabed with any other streamer before and despite your initial hesitance and unsureness, you too, were shocked to find how well the two of you were doing without your usual content.

“Erm, I’m not very good at gaming though… I don’t think your viewers would like it very much...”

seokGENIE: thats ok jk sucks at gaming too, it wouldnt be too different

j__min: lmao fkjdhf

dtsug__a: does he get roasted often on this channel? If so i’ll be tuning in more often

dtsug__a has donated $100

dtsug__a: for your troubles, pretty gal

“On second thought, let’s let this be a special occasion, huh? Maybe collabs for the holiday, Cherry?” Jeongguk grumbles and Seungcheol has to bite his lip to keep in his laughs from his side of the small room. You start to feel more and more comfortable at the lighthearted atmosphere; tucking a stray hair behind your ear before you lean in towards the mic again.

“Ah! Speaking of, don’t forget to tune into my camshow tomorrow~! JK and I will be gaming on there as well but… with some added fun to match my channel~! 21 and over only~” You blink at the computer screen, still a little unused to the idea that you weren’t technically being filmed. Although, it was a nice change for once; not needing to be all done up for a show and simply just talking to your viewers and reading comments.

sleepy_wonu: is dom daddy gonna be on the show too?

“Dom daddy? Oh you mean Se---”

“Yes! Kind of!” You cut off, laughing nervously. Nobody knew Seungcheol’s name except for Jun and you were trying to keep as much of him private as possible, until he was ready. “In a sense, he’ll be there! You guys will just have to tune in to find out!”

Jeongguk laughs into his own mic, scooting in closer to his desk as he loads up the game.

“I think that’s enough chatting for now, huh? Let’s get started! Tonight we’ll be playing Phasmophobia! We’ll be playing something more lighthearted on Cherry’s channel, as she requested. So tonight we’ll be playing something I picked out. You ready, baby?”

Seungcheol narrows his eyes, quietly taking a sip of his water.

“Ready when you are!”

“I gotta say, sweetheart, for someone who doesn’t play video games too often, you’re not too bad.” Seungcheol comments, nodding his head in amazement as the three of you exit Jeongguk’s PC room. He’d had a hard time keeping in his laughs as he watched from the side and he had to admit, you were even cuter when you were outside of your usual element.

“I have to agree with hyung, but maybe it was also the adrenaline and screaming that kept you goin’.”

The two males share a laugh as you pout and plop down onto Jeongguk’s living room sofa. “Hey, how were the numbers for tonight, by the way?” You ask quietly.

“Honestly? I think we made almost triple of what my channel usually sees. I know I don’t really make a ton off of my streams since I don’t really do anything, like, crazy but shit… Even I’m shocked at how much we made.”

Seungcheol’s lip ease into a smirk; Jeongguk really had no idea how much the two of you had made off of a couple videos alone.

“We still have one more stream to do and then we can just pool up the money and split it down the middle!”

Jeongguk nods, stretching as he sits himself down onto the other end of the sofa. “I’ll bring my spare PC stuff so we can set up a little early tomorrow, if that’s cool with you two? Maybe have some food before we get started too ‘cause god knows I’m gonna be starving.” You look to Seungcheol who nods and checks his phone for the time.

“Yeah, we need to set up the cameras and lighting a little differently too so we’ll probably start earlier. Just text me before you drive over so we know when to expect you.”

You yawn next to Jeongguk; adrenaline having worn off as the tiredness finally sets in. “It’s so weird, usually I’m only just starting my stream right around this time but I’m so exhausted now...” Seungcheol’s eyes from cute crescents as he smiles down at you, stepping closer as he goes in to smooth down your hair.

“You really were screaming a lot, to be fair. How about we head home and you can sleep in the car?”

“Okay~”

Seungcheol lets you sleep in on Saturday morning, watching as your chest rises and falls with soft breaths.

He takes a moment to think over the last few weeks of his life and he can’t help the disbelieving expression that crosses his features when he realizes just how much had changed over the course of just weeks.

When the two of you had met, he wasn’t expecting much. He expected the two of you to hang out for a few days before you went home and forgot he even existed outside of your camshows and the comments section. But now that so much had happened between the two of you, Seungcheol felt a deeper connection to you and felt the need to protect you even moreso than ever.

He sees you shift slightly, sleepy eyes blinking open as you peer up at him. “Good morning, sweetheart.”

“Mm… g’morning ‘cheol…”

You grimace sleepily at how hoarse your voice sounds, “Ew, I sound so… gross.”

Seungcheol moves to get out of bed, leaning in to kiss your forehead before he shuffles towards the bathroom. “I’m going to wash up but you can stay in bed if you like. I’ll make you some tea for your throat, okay? We have a long day ahead of us and I don’t think you wanna sound like that later tonight.”

Nodding sleepily, you lay back down as you yawn and let the sleep take over once again.

“Are you really sure ‘bout this?” Jeongguk takes a bite of his pizza as he watches Seungcheol pull the desk closer to the bed.

“What do you mean?” You ask; readjusting the light that was closest to the younger male. “Like, I dunno, I’ve never been on a cam show like this so… I mean do I have to do anything different?” You laugh lightly as you go in to pat Jeongguk on the shoulder.

“No, just be you. And we went over it already earlier, the only thing that’s different is going to be me! No weird tricks or anything, I promise.”

Seungcheol places another monitor on the tabletop, grunting as he goes. “Yeah, and in all honesty, I would hate to have to watch you get off, ‘Guk.”

“Oh shut up, hyung. You say that like I don’t know what you’re packin’ under those sweats. I think it’d only be fair! Just two bros getting to know each other.” Seungcheol pretends to gag just as you double over in laughter. “No, absolutely not, ‘Guk. And also, nobody told you to watch those videos!”

Jeongguk pauses, lips pressing into a firm line. “You right, you right…”

You leave to get changed just as Jeongguk starts to help Seungcheol set up the last few bits of equipment. He leans in close to the older male, eyes glancing around the space to make sure you were completely out of earshot. “Hey, hyung, honest question.”

“Sure.”

“Are you really okay with all this?” Confusion crosses Seungcheol’s features as he raises an eyebrow at the younger male. “What’s ‘this’ exactly, ‘Guk?”

“Y’know, her living here and you camming all of a sudden, among everything else really… And the question if you’re in love with her which, by the way, we still all know that you are.”

A blush coats Seungcheol’s skin, fingertips almost losing grip of the camera he was about to mount to the desktop. “Listen, yes, okay, I do… like her a lot. But she’s going through a lot right now too and I don’t want to freak her out either. There’s a lot of life changes we’re going through so I’m just going to ...wait.”

“You’re a good man, hyung.”

“Hi everyone!”

You wave to the camera, winking and blowing a kiss to the camera propped up between the two monitors on the table. “I know, this setup is a little wild and not my normal but this is part two of my collaboration with Golden Closet Gaming! Do you want to introduce yourself to those who missed our other stream?” You turn to Jeongguk who nods; this time a little nervous as he stares directly into the camera.

He’d said he was okay with being filmed since he wasn’t actually part of any sexual acts, but he still found himself a little camerashy now that the two of you were live.

Seungcheol sat directly behind the monitors and cameras; his phone open to your cam show to watch from a different angle.

“Ah, hello! I’m JK of Golden Closet Gaming! I’m a friend of Cherry’s and no we won’t be fuckin’.” Jeongguk ends with an innocent smile that has you holding back your laughter.

therealchan99: i dont think dom.cheol would like that very much anyway

universe_WZ has donated $100

universe_WZ: unless he’s into watching

dom.cheol: no

alphagyu97: oh shit hes back

angelhan: huh, so hes not there?

“Oh, he is! He’s behind the camera~” You gesture beyond the camera to where Seungcheol sits and he leans over to quickly wave upside down in front of the camera to prove his existence.

j__min: ah, of course~ we know your daddy would never let you play with anyone else~

j__min: he likes you too much ;)

emerald.tae: oh? also hi new watcher!!!

emerald.tae: ur videos were great!!

emerald.tae has donated $200

therealchan99: im gonna need to start fighting ppl for ur attention i swear

gentleman_josh95: implying u had it

chwenon: yooooooo lmao

“You guuuuys, be nice! Just for that, I’m gonna be sending you a special private pic, okay ‘therealchan99’? You guys pick on him too much!” You pout.

therealchan99: hahaahhAHhhahaHAAHAA FUCKIN LOSERS SUCK ON THAT

tangerine_kwan: bruh

chwenon: damn guess we should can it

You respond to a few more comments as Jeongguk sits by and watches the way you interact with your viewers. He also takes note that you had a donation minimum before you started actually doing anything on your channel and that you’d already hit it pretty quickly.

“Okay! I think we should start now, huh? Oh, I should explain what’s going on!” You giggle cutely, settling into your space on the bed. “So JK and I will be playing this stilt man game! We have to get our character to the finish line without falling or the level restarts! JK has to get to level 30 and I have to get to level 20 and whoever reaches their goal first, wins!”

“I have a higher level to reach ‘cause our skillsets are different and we all know I’d smoke her if we both had to reach the same level.” Jeongguk grins.

seokGENIE: sure

seokGENIE has donated $69

sleepy_wonu has donated $100

hoshi_tiger_xx has donated $100

“And the reason why ‘dom.cheol’ is behind the camera is because...” You pause, eyes twinkling with playfulness as you stare directly into the lens. “In order to get me to do my best, he’ll be controlling a special toy I’m wearing~ Hehe, if my character falls, he’ll raise the vibration setting each time as punishment and leave it on until I cum…”

“Which we are assuming will be a lot. Unfortunately, no medic on standby.” Jeongguk jokes. Seungcheol rolls his eyes as he laughs from behind the camera.

“We have a safeword, don’t we, sweetheart?” You nod in response, “Mmhmm!”

“Let’s get it!”

It takes all of four stages before your character falls for the first time.

Seungcheol turns the vibrating panties on and you immediately jolt as you try to keep your character upright on screen. “Oh, f-fuck!”

kitty_junjun: uh ohhhh it begins

artist8hao: i don’t think she’s gonna last.. babygirl is so sensitive, she’ll probably cum soon

xcaliburDK: i’m giving it until level 6 before she cums

emerald.tae: oh are we placing bets

“Noooo~ Don’t place bets on me, I’m weak!” You whine; already squirming as the vibrations attack your clit. Seungcheol grins from in front of you as Jeongguk laughs from your side, already on level 7 on his own screen.

You had to admit, it was a little weird for someone else to be in the room with you while Seungcheol basically used a toy on you, but the younger male seemed to not care about it at all. Although, he had already seen most of you and Seungcheol at this point.

Your fingertips are shaky on the keyboard and computer mouse; already fearing the way Seungcheol’s eyes almost become darker the longer you struggle.

“What’s wrong, sweetheart? Is the game too hard?”

“A-ah, n--no, it’s not that b-bad…” Squirming, you grind down a little harder onto the bed just as your character falls on screen and Seungcheol raises the setting to the second highest in the blink of an eye. “Ngh, fuh---fuck!”

“Uh oh~ Should I slow down to let you catch up?” Jeongguk teases.

“N-no, I can beat y-you!”

The donations and comments pour in as you struggle to keep your calm and get your character to the finish line; letting out a sigh of relief as you finally enter the fifth level. You let out a choked sob as you already feel your panties starting to stick to you like a second skin from how wet you were getting and Seungcheol can’t help but chuckle.

“You know, you’re technically allowed to cum whenever you want. It’ll just… slow you down, is all.” Grinning, he watches as you look beyond the camera towards him as you pout.

“But I--I wanna win!” You cry; palms clammy as you try to rush through the fifth stage, only for your character to fall almost immediately. “Nooo~”

Seungcheol clicks the vibrator to its highest setting and your body goes rigid as the vibrations wreck your body. You start to grind against the toy as you chase your orgasm and forget about the game almost completely. In a perfect world, Seungcheol would have his cock snug between your walls, but instead you clench around emptiness as you crave his cock.

artist8hao: ah shes already cumming lol

seokGENIE: on level 5? Fuck

universe_WZ: her cute lil cunt cant take it, poor babygirl

seokGENIE has donated $50

emerald.tae has donated $75

alphagyu97: cum baby, u kno u wanna

alphagyu97 has donated $75

A small choked whine is all you can manage before you do cum; eyes clamped shut and fingers wrapped tight around the computer mouse as the waves of pleasure crash down onto your body. Donations and comments flood the side of the screen from a combination of your viewers and Jeongguk’s as they watch your face contort in pleasure.

“Ah, sweetheart, you’re really falling behind~ JK is going through the stages so quickly while you’re sitting there cumming~” Seungcheol teases. He licks his lips, simultaneously wishing you were sitting on his cock while you played your game.

That’d have to be for another time, he thinks.

It takes a second for Seungcheol to turn the toy off and your body immediately slumps forward as you catch your breath. “Ngh, d-damn it…” You grimace when you re-adjust yourself and find your panties soaking wet.

“I’m already on level 17, babe. You gotta catch up!”

You can only groan in response, flexing your clammy fingers before you try to focus on your own screen again.

kitty_junjun: oho looks like our princess is focused now

tangerine_kwan: u got this baby

j__min: show ‘em who’s boss, babygirl

You tune out the sounds of the comments and donations as you manage to get yourself to level eight without falling, but level nine proves to be just a little too hard as your character falls and Seungcheol turns the vibrator back on to its lowest setting again.

“Be careful, baby. Wouldn’t want to fall behind again would you?”

Seungcheol feels his cock throbbing in his sweats as he watches you bite your lip. And for the first time all night, he wishes that Jeongguk would just win and go home so that he could have his own private time with you.

“I’m on level 22 already. D’you think she can even catch up?” Jeongguk teases. He spares you a side glance, taking in your form slumped closer to the table as you try to fight the vibrations.

Your body was already extremely sensitive from your first orgasm and you quickly losing your confidence as you struggled to keep your character upright. If you came even just one more time, there was no way that you’d be able to beat Jeongguk with how quickly he was going through the stages.

therealchan99: she’s cumming just as quickly as JK is getting thru the stages hfdsf

gentleman_josh95: shes so cute when she cums tho

angelhan has donated $50

angelhan: thats the real prize angel

“T-thank you…” You whimper out, fingertips twitching against the keyboard and mouse as you focus your attention to the game to the best of your ability.

You manage to get to level ten with no more issues just as Jeongguk gets to level 25 and you let out an exasperated sigh as your character falls over again. “Uh oh~ I think I’m gonna win!” Jeongguk cheers; giddiness washing over him as he works to get to the end.

“Nooo~ That’s n-not, ah, fair!” Whining, you grip the mouse tighter as Seungcheol raises the setting on the toy again, watching as you rub your thighs together at the feeling.

hoshi_tiger_xx: sadly nothings fair in the gaming world babe

hoshi_tiger_xx has donated $50

dtsug__a has donated $50

dtsug__a: cute for thinkin so tho

“I don’t th--think I can, hah, c-catch up...” You moan. Your character on screen falls over one more time and all you hear is Seungcheol’s small ‘tsk’ under his breath as he sets the vibrator to the highest setting and leaves it there.

It doesn’t take long before the vibrations prove to be too much for you and you let go of the keyboard and computer mouse as your hands ball up into fists on top of the table.

The pleasure washes over you in sharp pin pricks; small whines and whimpers falling from your lips as your eyes completely clamp shut.

Jeongguk lets out a surprised noise at the way the donations and comments almost make the screen lag and for the first time, his character on screen falls over at his split second loss of focus.

“Ah, fuh--fuck!” You start to squirm once the pleasure starts to bleed into overstimulation and Seungcheol is quick to respond, “You’re gonna cum one more time as punishment for giving up, sweetheart.”

alphagyu97: ooo she's in troubleeee

gentleman_josh95: ahhh daddy still has to punish you after all

seokGENIE: damn is this what this channels abt? this is hot

artist8hao: babygirl always misbehaves

chwenon: she seems to like it too much 😏

dtsug__a: hooooo shit, thats hot

“It’s n-not my f-fault, hah, JK is j-just good at g-gaming...” You mumble.

Jeongguk manages to get to level 30 within the time you sit and grind against the toy; small noises of excitement falling from his lips as he cheers for himself!

“Aww, poor baby. Maybe you’ll focus a bit better next time, hmm?”

You nod frantically as a small tear slips down your cheek and your lips part in a breathy moan. “God, I--I’m c--cumming!”

Your body locks up, ears ringing as you cum one more time. Seungcheol wishes he could work you through it; hands massaging your skin as you take your pleasure or thrusting his cock into you as he chased his high with you.

Instead he watches from across you as your body twitches as your face contorts in unadulterated bliss, licking his lips the entire time with images of what could’ve been dancing behind his eyelids.

Jeongguk watches as the donations far surpass what the two of you made on his channel; brows disappearing into his poofy head of hair. “Wow, uh, y’all seem to really like it when she gets punished, huh?” He mutters under his breath.

“Don’t you?” Seungcheol teases.

“Truuuuue.”

A garbled moan has both of their attention on you as you try to shy away from the toy still vibrating against your overly sensitive clit. “Ah, ‘m too sen--sensitive now...” You cry.

Seungcheol turns the toy off completely as your chest heaves in deep breaths; pouting at the fact he wasn’t able to enter the camera frame to take care of you.

Jeongguk grimaces slightly at the way your body sways in tiredness next to him, unsure of what to do next now that he’d won.

“Haha, um, medic?”

#cherrybomb!cheol #seungcheol smut #scoups smut #seventeen smut #svt smut #scoups scenarios #scoups imagines #seungcheol imagines #seungcheol scenarios #seventeen scenarios #svt scenarios #seventeen imagines #svt imagines #svt fic #seventeen fic #scoups #seungcheol

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thebindingofpillo · 3 years ago

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Barachiel (“God’s blessing”, I think their name is also spelled as Baraqiel, but Italian Wikipedia tells me that’s another angel, while English Wikipedia says they’re the same *insert so what is the truth meme here*) is the angel tasked with distributing the blessings of God on the people on Earth. Their attributes are the rose (in Byzantine Catholic and Eastern Ortodox churches), the staff and the bread basket (in Roman Catholicism). I’m not gonna dwell too much on their traditional interpretations bc it’s almost midnight and I really wanna talk about her so strap in

Barachiel is… hotheaded to say the least. Always the first to spring to action, with a really short fuse, and a one-strike-and-you’re-out attitude. Remember when I said I didn’t want Michael to just be a heavenly cop? That’s because it was her all along.

She was the last one to join the archangels, way after the Nephilim and the flood and all that. She never had a real role in all the action, and the stress of being the “new kid” has her compensate in ways that aren’t really… the best. Like her complete mistrust of Uriel, who she’s sure is just playing the long con and will eventually lead the legions of Hell into Heaven, how can the others not see that?! Once you’ve fallen you can never come back (fun fact: while writing this I found that Enoch mentions Barachiel being a fallen Watcher too, then they repented and became an archangel, so kill me now I guess).

Giong back to her, Barachiel doesn’t really get along with all the others, nor does she tries to. Sealtiel and Gabriel still try to reach out to her, and Raphael doesn’t count since he basically likes everyone, but she has demons to smite, she doesn’t have time for friends! Or jokes, for that matter. This has gained her the nickname of Michael Jr. but only from Uriel (and sometimes Gabriel and Sealtiel too but shh) and only when Michael is not around.

Speaking of Raphael, we’re gonna talk about their relationship now, but first a little tangent.

Enoch describes Barachiel as a Seraph, commander of little less than 500.000 legions of angels in Heaven, which is pretty cool, BUT I shall exercise my right to disregard his canon and make my own. Since the rose is a symbol often tied to the choir of Virtues, I’ve decided my Barachiel is going to be a Virtue as well.

Anyway, to the Virtues, Raphael is often considered their leader, so this means he’s Barachiel’s boss! Hooray. She’s actually okay with this, but only because she thinks she can “show him the right path”. The right path being the one to smite demons and punish sinners left and right. She’s all too fond of reminding him of what a fierce and ruthless warrior he was, slaying thousands of Nephilim in his heyday (and often triggering painful memories for him). She thinks his new occupation as a healer is nothing short of a waste, and just wishes he was more like Michael, always sword in hand.

Truth to be told, her assigned role is not something she’s too fond of. She doesn’t really see herself as someone who should be in charge of blessings (very few are deserving of them in her eyes anyway). She should be guarding the gate, with Michael! (yeah, the way I’m writing her, she seems to idolize Michael to a… worrying degree. This could work, but I don’t want it to be stalkerish, so let’s just say she tries her best to impress him). This however often causes her to butt heads with the others (and not just Uriel, who doesn’t like her at all), they are lenient to a degree (she’s the youngest one after all) but still think she should dedicate more time to her actual job instead of training for an impending war.

This is everything I have for her atm. I should probably make a big post with all their personalities listed, but right now I’m just happy I managed to finish all of them! I’m gonna go to bed now byeeeeee

#tboi #tboi oc #oc barachiel #pillart

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jennycalendar · 4 years ago

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going off about buffy and giles under the cut as inspired by my previous post. this got long.

i have occasionally stumbled across romantic buffy/giles fics where jenny is like “i will never be as important to giles as buffy is” which i hate. not specifically for buffy/giles reasons, but specifically because buffy/giles fics that pull that shit are often INCREDIBLY disparaging towards the way giles feels about jenny + towards jenny as a character, often in an attempt to emphasize how buffy is Better and More Important than jenny and jenny could obviously never compete and was ridiculous for trying. which. my god.

i bring this up because i am kinda of the mind that buffy IS more important to giles than jenny -- canon absolutely supports that reading, especially considering the way she dies -- but i don’t think i ever really interrogated how the show explicitly frames that importance as inevitable specifically because buffy is giles’s kid. like you do not place the lady you’ve been dating for less than a year over your kid, especially if that lady actively contributed to making your kid feel unsafe and upset. your kid’s safety takes priority.

but the thing that makes this reading really interesting is the fact that giles actively rejects the concept of buffy as his daughter! like, he cannot be a good dad for buffy, because a good dad would not be training buffy to eventually and inevitably die in the heat of battle + constantly reminding her to place her personal life by the wayside for the sake of the world at large. so it really isn’t fair for him to prioritize buffy over jenny, because he is constantly trying to distance himself from this idea of being a father or a father figure to her. he always describes himself as an “uncle” or a “patriarch,” but never self-identifies as a “father.” that’s important too.

buffy, of course, clings REALLY hard to giles as a dad. that part is very obvious. she asks him repeatedly (though often implicitly) to step into the role of a father figure for her, and he always takes a very pointed step back when she does. the examples that come to mind here would have to of course be helpless, but also in life serial when giles pays the bills and buffy mentions that it’s “kind of like having mom back.” his eventual response is “is there some sort of rakish uncle?”

so yeah giles isn’t her dad, but he wants to be her dad, and buffy wants giles to be her dad. that’s a really important aspect of canon that i think simplifying to “buffy and giles father and daughter” obfuscates, which sucks, because there is so damn much to unpack about the way buffy and giles interact with each other! because giles rejects the father-figure label and refuses to commit to taking care of buffy like a dad (in part because a watcher literally CANNOT be a dad), they have this really messy and codependent relationship where giles is consistently putting buffy first in his own life like a dad would but not actually consistently supporting her like a dad would. and then meanwhile buffy expects giles to BOTH put her first AND consistently support her, but is willing to overlook the lack of consistent support so long as she knows she is his top priority. it’s genuinely really fascinating.

my take is that i don’t really subscribe to romantic buffy/giles specifically because there is such a huge power difference -- like yeah sure giles is closer in age to buffy than angel or spike, but the show very explicitly places giles in a paternal role in a teenage buffy’s life and giving that a romantic bend makes me personally SO uncomfortable. but i also don’t totally subscribe to father/daughter buffy and giles because i think that that reeeeeally simplifies the shit going on between them? i think it’s what they both WANT, so i like exploring it in fic, but in the canon ‘verse it generally doesn’t work out like that, which is why i have so many thoughts about the way they interact with each other.

#meta #btvs #buffy and giles #that tag is driving me insane i need to replace it at SOME point #i miss when xkit worked.

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frienderbender · 3 years ago

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We were watching a Tom Segura special before bed last night and he always has a bit about his weird interactions with his doctor, which lead to me waking up in the middle of the night thinking about Dr. Mal Praktis. What does he do when he's not sewing people back together? Has he always been this cantankerous or is it just since working for Dethklok (understandable)? What's really under that rug on his head? I need more Mal Lore!

Also thinking about him being the pediatrician in the Just a Bunch of Guys universe and he's just So Over kids

ah what a great thing to wake up to haha The Mal Lore……

i just wanna say though re: him being their pediatrician in some guys AU: funniest shit ever. while i think the kids get on his nerves, i think he absolutely still hates the parents most of all. with the kids it’s like. what’re they gonna do. they’re kids. but the parents? oh my god. worst people he’s ever met. ANYWAY REAL MAL LORE i’ll put a cut since it’s been awhile since i’ve just talked about this guy.

mal definitely gives me the impression of someone who’s always been, well, like that. i think he’s always seen the work he does as somewhat beneath him, that he’s the smartest person in the room, etc. even pre-dethklok when he was just a regular doctor/surgeon. that’s why i think pre-dethklok he was running a pill mill (and ultimately got his license revoked); he was bored. in a weird way i think he can appreciate being the company necromancer, though eventually he does find cleaning up charles’ messes to be rather dull as well. and dethklok themselves? well, they certainly don’t help his temperament.

that said though as far as like, what he does in his downtime, i made a joke on one of his posts talking about him being an avid TV watcher, and i still stand by it. he likes dramas with intricate plotlines so he can theorize about it (i think the exact joke i made was like. you should hear his theories about what’s happening on LOST). i think i still have some lore stuff in my notes somewhere so i’ll just paste some of that here :^] ->

“Originally from the Massachusetts/general New England area, grew up nearby to Charles but the two never met until college. The two actually have a pretty pleasant history, and were often grouped together as being naturally gifted in their respective fields (Charles being at the top of his law class, Mal being the top med student). Where their similarities ended, though, was that while Charles had always been a workaholic, Mal was known to get bored easily, as well as notably getting into medicine for the money rather than some burning passion for saving lives. The two kept in contact, though they rarely ever went out of their way to hang out as both were busy with their careers.”

“Mal graduated top of his class, got his MD and began practicing medicine, being heralded as someone born to be a doctor. Not only that, but he was also a gifted surgeon as well. All around the best doctor, which inevitably led to him getting pretty bored with things after several years. After being a working doctor for a good 15 or so years, Mal ended up running a pill mill for extra money. He wasn’t beneath running some shady operations, and when his scheme was finally found out (it took a couple of years; he ran it really well), his license was revoked though he managed to miss a conviction. Mainly because his lawyer…was Charles.”

“Charles, after hearing about what was going on, knew that he needed doctor for Dethklok’s medical team, as by this point the band was getting ridiculously bigger and the boys themselves were getting into more trouble. Charles needed a doctor who was 1) exceptional at his work and 2) willing to do some shady medical practices. Mal was the perfect fit. So he worked his case in exchange for Mal’s expertise on the Dethklok medical staff (don’t worry, they were able to get his license back too, though that’s not necessarily public knowledge as this was a fairly notable case in the area). Mal agreed to work for Charles, and in exchange got an even bigger paycheck than what he got practicing medicine normally. So while he cannot stand Dethklok, he continues to work because he’s now the highest paid doctor in the world.”

onto just. general lore stuff. he was probably born some time in the early 60s, making him somewhere in his mid-to-late 40s in 2008 (my baseline time period for the show; s2 era)

i don’t think he’s ever been married, mainly because he doesn’t think anyone is good enough for him. i also think he’s someone who doesn’t exactly practice what he preaches when it comes to good health; he smokes and takes pills, though he’s never impaired. it’s pretty impressive. and i do think that while he does feel a certain amount of bitterness towards charles at times, the two are on very good terms and will occasionally have a drink together in his office.

#asks #i need a tag for him. hmmm…..#dethklok’s doctor (mal praktis tag)#good enough. i’ll edit the tags on old posts later lol #ANYWAY. love that guy. i think he’s hilarious and it’s especially fun to imagine him interacting w people he’s resurrected/other employees #i think i just love the dethklok employee cinematic universe. or the minor mtl character universe. whatever. it’s great #thank you for this! i had a lot of fun talking about him again :^]

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serpentstole · 4 years ago

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Since I’m no stranger to the self doubt and second guessing that can come from feeling painfully average next to practitioners who were suddenly and dramatically called by certain gods or spirits, I thought I’d talk a little about how I ended up where I ended up in regards to the major spirits and deities I work with/am currently building a relationship with. People are free to make similar posts of their own if they’re comfortable discussing it. My goal is to show that these relationships can spark and form in a number of ways, and it doesn’t make what comes from it any less important or genuine.

Lucifer was one I had never considered, though for years there had been this faint defensiveness caught in the back of my throat whenever people would speak ill of him or anyone who’d take an interest in Lucifer or any other Devil or Satan for one reason or another. An afternoon bus ride spent skimming blog posts on religion and mythology led me to the values and concepts typical to Luciferianism, and my interest was caught, and I proceeded with the equal parts caution and fascination one might expect from someone with a very Christian upbringing. At the time I considered myself Norse pagan, though not in any clearly defined way.

St Expedite was approached in a time of need, which is the typical story. His aid in the acquisition of my new apartment came with the offer of a little shrine within it, and despite my leanings he’s shown no hesitation in working with me or wanting to sever the ties between us, so there he stays until I’m shown otherwise.

Dionysus was the closest thing I can claim to a calling, and even then it’s been so subtle that I could ignore it for the better part of a decade. I imagine it could have started as early as the deep but unnameable emotion felt when face to face with his statues, or that he was such an appealing and ever present figure during my strictly Norse pagan days, but it wasn’t until I seemed to stumble across obscure imagery that all tied back to him that I started to wonder. Did you know that honey is associated with Dionysus? Figs? Cicadas? To say nothing of the fire, stars, serpents, and cthonic elements I found over time. All these things were so subtle they could have been individually written off, but the more I read and the more I encountered the more I was willing to accept that while it might have not been the dramatic signs or demanding offers others got, it was at least unspoken permission to incorporate him into my beliefs and religious practices after far too much hesitation.

Eve is new for me, and her place within my eclectic, very personal little Luciferian pantheon was born out of indignation that such a figure is so often ignored for what seems to me like very shallow reasons. I don’t know what role she’ll have as I build a relationship with her, but I decided I wasn’t willing to ignore someone who fit so well with my ideals and my intentions for my religious practice.

Azazel is another who’s very new to me, and was perhaps the most intimidating of all. I chose him outright, as I did Eve. His stories and purview and nature aligned so well with my ideals and goals that it was an obvious match, but the Watchers can be intimidating to approach, and I knew of at least one person who had been called to work with him in a very clear and dramatic way, so I had some lingering doubts about whether or not I should bother, or if he’d have any interest in working with me. It took a lot of mulling over and some long divination sessions with secondary opinions and perspectives before I was comfortable with my answer.

So to summarize... you can just choose, and go where you feel drawn rather than where you’re obviously and unmistakably called, and I encourage people to be open to the far more subtle ways a deity or spirit can try to get your attention or show they’re a good fit.

#deities #gods #spirits #paganism #witchblr #personal

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dangermousie · 4 years ago

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how did you fall out of love with american/ british dramas? There are plenty of TVD and PLL tags so you clearly had your share of obsession modes on them that you now devote to asian ones (for which I am very grateful, of course. your posts are my evening tea) But i am curious. Tastes evolve all the time, yes. But the fact that you use "this show is like an american drama with an asian cast" as an insult does make me wonder, how DID you fall out?

Going to parse words first, because I am that kind of pedantic - "this show is like an American show" is not really an insult, it's merely an indication of something that is not for me. I don't think American shows are terrible per se, they are just not my thing. It's as if I described something being a procedural and noped out. There is nothing wrong with procedurals as a genre and they are enjoyed by a billion people worldwide - they are just not for me. A drama that is "an American show with an Asian cast" may be high quality (and many do very well) but it is utterly not what I want in my fiction, since this is not a thing I want to watch regardless of who's in the cast.

And now on to the substance - your ask sort of answers it. If you look at my tags for e.g., TVD or PLL (or Reign or Doctor Who or any other American/British shows), you will see that I bail and lose interest long before those shows conclude. That is if they don't get cancelled in the middle of their story leaving it dangling.

And that is because the bulk of them do not have a fixed start and a fixed end, they just keep going and going and going without any planned endpoint until they have too many ridiculous stories and twists and god knows what to keep it going or just get yanked leaving the story untold. I never watched any tv shows as a child and so my main frame for reference in fiction growing up was novels. Perhaps that is why I need my stories to have a beginning, a middle and an end. And dramas give me that. Until very recently, only a vanishingly small number even planned or hoped for a second season. I could be safe in assurance that the story has a narrative arc - if it's a kdrama, it could be a little shorter or longer than planned depending on the ratings - but while a 16 ep drama could turn into a 24 one, or even like Jumong expand from 50+ to 80+, it had a story it was going to tell in a sane amount of time and end (and in cdramas, because they have to be prefilmed and reviewed by SARFT, the ep plans are even more rigid. I love that in so many cdramas, the eps don't even have individual arcs and just randomly end when they reach 45 min arc - it really is like a really long movie.)

Anyway, I got tired of that stuff in American shows. I was never a huge watcher of them tbh - before I discovered dramas in 2006, I liked anime for a few years and before that I basically never watched anything on TV. I just read and watched movies, with some rare exceptions. (Farscape is the best show ever made by anyone and I will fight people who disagree.)

And honestly, this is still the case - most Western shows don't work for me but rarely they do grab. The last American show I loved from beginning to end was Spartacus, which ended in 2013, eight years ago. Just not often and I don't look for them much any more because I don't need to, I have other things more to my taste.

When I say a drama feels like an American show, I am not saying it feels like Farscape or Spartacus or Battlestar Galactica. I am saying it feels like one of those neverending soaps or a procedural or a cynical afraid of genuine emotion snarkfests and none of them ending properly.

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lacrimaomnis · 3 years ago

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✂ - a vivid memory

" This is shit. "

My gaze rose to meet Hope's as she pushed her bedding off her legs and marched towards where I sat, legs folded one under the other and leaning back against the old wallpaper. For a moment, she stood tall before me, curiously observing the plate I had been trying to paint for the past few hours before taking it in her hands and carefully dumping it over by the window's wardrobe alongside the rest of my creations. With the curtains drawn closed, the area was illuminated by the dim light of our lamp posts, standing tall by the side of our beds, and what faint rays of moonlight managed to peek past the curtain's heavy material ― even so, Hope's face was cast with shadows, making it incredibly hard to read.

" Hey, I was working on that ! "

She didn't answer. Instead, she squinted her eyes on the plate, studying it. " Isn't that the Council's gift to the school ? And wasn't it hanging on the wall by the main entrance ? "

I grunted my reply, setting the brush and the colouring palette down. " They send one of those every year. I highly doubt they'll even notice one's missing. "

" There's like, a dozen of them here. "

" Exactly my point. "

Snorting a chuckle, Hope pushed the brush and the palette side, making room for herself to sit before leaning back and bringing her head to rest over my lap. A grin crossed her face as she grabbed a hold of the paintbrush, slapped it over to the side of my face before I even had time to turn away, let alone shelter myself. Casting her a pointing glare, I turned my head towards the mirror where my eyes widened double their size at the red line starting above my bow and descending in waves down to my cheek. My lips parted, ready to voice my protest when Hope rose her hand still holding the brush ― I watched it closely, ready to dodge if she felt like splashing colour to my face again, but instead, she tossed it away and I was simply left to stare at how the brush rolled upon the old, wooden floor until it bumped to the side of the carpet.

Blinking my confusion, I looked down at her. " What the hell was that for ? "

" If I'm going to die I ain't leaving them with a clean floor. They can clean it themselves. " She huffed, crossing one leg over her knee. " Aren't you nervous about tomorrow ? "

So that's what it was all about; the Tento di Cruciamentum, or, as us normal people who thought that Latin was a waste of time to learn liked to call it, cruelty test. At least that was its direct translation ― the Watchers always referred to it as the Test, possibly recognising that telling a bunch of teenagers that they were going to be cruelty tasted wasn't the best idea, especially since said teenagers had the power to burn the entire school to the ground. Personally, I always thought that cruelty was the wrong noun to describe it ― death, was a better fit for it, more so since it wasn't exactly guaranteed that if a slayer went in, she came out; in one peace, that was.

The process had changed ever since Buffy threw a fit about it when she had first undergone it, but the key points remained the same; upon maturity, the slayer was injected with a mix of muscle relaxants and adrenaline suppressors. When the drug kicked in and she was rented powerless, she'd be sent in to fight a demon ― and although the manual didn't exactly specify which type of demon it was, more often than not, it was vampires as they were considerably easier to subdue. The Watchers always bragged that it was more for the experience than anything else, claiming that whilst they were trained to fight, this was meant to establish intelligence; practical thinking. It was also meant to be a controlled environment but accidents had happened before. Or such they were listed as, anyway. The truth was that as long as a vampire was set loose, no one was really safe ― and a powerless slayer detained in a closed space with it was basically a snack with a bow.

I never thought it was about the experience though. They could have easily taken us out in the field to get that done. Rather, it was about control; seeing if, aside from the physical factor, we were in the right headspace, still capable to get the job done once we were past that age peak. It was like Hollywood but. . . deadlier.

And the changes the test had suffered ? We now got a one-week notice paper and an instructions manual. Some would like to argue that training Watchers didn't have a different fate since they had to undergo a test of their own, but at least theirs targeted their mentality. No one would come to rip them to shreds.

Alas, I nodded. " A little. Worrying about it won't change anything. " In fact, that was the reason why I had started painting that plate. To get my mind off the fact that in less than twelve hours, I'd either be alive and graduating or having a very heated conversation with Saint Peter.

" So you don't mind that they'll barge in, in the middle of the night, while we're asleep and inject us with God knows what ? "

I had to admit the thought was pretty unsettling. We knew what the syringe contained but, at the same time, did we, really ? I grabbed a wet tissue as I started to rub it all over my face, trying to get the paint off my skin. " They don't have a reason to further hurt us. They need us for the, you know, slaying thing. "

" No, they needed us. Past tense. Now there are too many of us and it's easier to pick and choose who you want. "

I didn't want to admit that Hope was right but. . . she was making some strong points there. Although the old council was thoroughly replaced, they were quite known for going to extreme lengths when it came to disobeying slayers, evident with what had went down with Faith Lehane. And back then, there were just two slayers, not an entire race of them. Admittedly, it'd make no difference now if one girl were to die while taking the Tento di Cruciamentum. The world had survived with fewer before.

Shifting beneath her, I moved across my bed before laying down, face-first into my pillow. This was all too much to think of in one night; I was tired and suddenly unsure of tomorrow. " I guess, " I returned, turning my head to look at her. " Will you stay here ? " It wouldn't make any difference if she slept in my bed or hers, given the distance between them was already short, to begin with. But, it would make me feel a little better knowing that she was there.

Hope stared at me for a good second before nodding her head and squeezing her way on the bed to lay beside me. Using one of the extra pillows for support, she then turned her back on me, as if preparing for look guard.

" G'night. " She sang. " Don't let the vampires bite. "

I felt like someone had run me over with a track, stitched me back together and then ran me over again. And had then dumped me on the floor.

With a groan, I rolled into my back before sitting up on the hardwood floor that creaked beneath me. Pressing a hand at the back of my neck where I still felt the biting of the needle, I looked around me in question.

The room didn't have much furniture in it; aside from the old fireplace that stood in the very back, there were two stray and broken into couches, a coffee table, and a longer, higher table a few feet from where I was standing ― other than that, the room was naked and judging by the cobwebs and amount of dust on the legs of the two tables, I could only assume this place wasn't used much. My head snapped back at the couches, where I squinted.

There were two couches in this room, and I had been left on the floor like a pile of dirty laundry. Worse even; at least the dirty laundry belonged in a hamper.

" Assholes, " I muttered under my breath as I slowly rose to my feet. They felt like they were made out of jello, and when they swayed off balance, I had to catch hold of the table before I found myself on the floor again. My body cried out for the strength it was missing, for the strength that had been taken away from it, and such was evident on my every waving step, slightly missing, slightly out of balance. I knew this was only temporary, that the power taken from me would be returned in a couple of days when the drugs wore off ― but for that to happen, I had to survive until then.

When I got the hang of human walk, navigating my way around the estate wasn't so bad. Turning left from the room I was previously in, I walked up to the door and gave its knob a hard pull; locked, and it wouldn't even budge. I tried again, praying to whatever mystical force or God there was out there to give me back my power so I can kill the demon and be done with it ― but, alas, the door stayed put ( if not slightly shake at its edges ). Sighing in defeat, I moved towards the door's little window to the right, hoping to at least get a sense of where I was, or, if that was too much to ask for, perhaps the time. Using my sleeve to rub upon the dusty glass surface, I grimaced in disgust at the dirt that was now plaguing my pajama sleeve before pushing my face against the glass, glaring outside. The other side was still smudged, still blurry but I could at least see the rays of sun peeking past the dirt. It was day alright, which meant that for the next few hours, I had the greater advantage.

Now, all I had to do was locate the demon.

Grabbing myself an iron weapon from the fireplace, I took the stairs to the upper floor. With the iron shovel in hand, I traveled from room to room, searching for my opponent. And yet, every room I checked was void of life ― or, non-life in this case. I came to a stop in the very last room, glancing around me puzzled, still in hand. There was no demon or anyone in general in that house. Did they forget to unleash it ? Or maybe the test on itself had changed and they had instead been monitoring my way of thinking ? They did say it required intelligence.

First, I heard its growl, and then, I got smacked across the floor. Crashing on the wall behind me, the impact had me seeing stars and flashing colours. My back, on the other hand, sent paralysing jolts of pains all the way up to my skull which, in their own turn, took a hot second to recover from. And when my vision returned to normal, I saw it ― him, whatever the vampire was anyway. One second he was in the middle of the room and then he was kneeling before me, black eyes eagerly taking me in curiously, hungrily, as if I was a sandwich in a glass case. And then he leaned down and patted my hair down like he was trying to fix what the impact had done to them.

I wasn't really sure I was breathing during that time. All I knew was that my heart was beating loudly in my chest and I could feel it all throughout my body.

Grabbing a hold of my shoulder, he pulled me up to my feet, and now I had the chance to study him as well. With matted dark hair, his dark clothes contrasted against his pale complexion, the dried bloodstains on his shirt indicating that he had been in there a while. And then, his face turned wrinkly, his forehead bumping out as his eyes turned a bright yellow shade and his fangs making an appearance. Swallowing past the deja-vus and the paralyzing fear it brought along, offered me a toothy smile before craning my head to the side, to expose my neck and very little bits of my shoulder as his tongue ran across his fangs. If I didn't feel like lunch before, I certainly did now.

" I look forward to this time of the year, " He sighed in content, voice slightly muffled by his fangs. " You'll have to excuse me if I skip the introduction. I'm so hungry and you look very delicious. "

My fingers tightened in a fist, brushing slightly against the wall and the curtain from aside; a longshot of a plan, but it was all I got ― and when his fangs were almost a breath away from my neck, I pulled on the curtains as hard as I possibly could. The rusty hinges gave in, the curtains fell onto the floor, and light, beautiful, sweet, light painted the room an orange-golden shade. The vampire screeched in pain and brought his hands up to shelter his face that was soon starting to smoke as he stumbled away, attempting to regain composure at the shadowy corner of the room. Taking advantage of the opportunity, I grabbed the shovel and bolted out of the room, despite the fact that my back was now painfully aching due to the prior collision.

I had some time on my side; judging by the sun's colours, it would take approximately twenty minutes until the sun would start to set ― twenty minutes that the vampire would spend trapped in that room ― twenty minutes to come up with a plan or I wouldn't live to see the next sunrise.

Panicked, I entered the first room I saw and locked the door behind me. Dropping the pliers to the ground, I anxiously paced up and down, as I ran my shaking hands through my auburn strands. Plan, plan, plan, I needed a plan. But nothing would come to my mind, and the room started to close in and spin around me and ―

Startled, I jumped up when someone started banging the wall to my left. Holding the shovel close to my chest, as if it was my very own bodyguard, I hesitantly marched up to the wall. Given how every single trust of the person behind it would echo into this room, this wall was fake; holding a wooden entrance door at the very middle, I tried its handle, slowly twisting it to check whether it was unlocked but at the same time trying not to alert the person banging behind it. The knob didn't nudge ― the door was locked.

" For fuck's sake, let me out, I'm hungry ! "

My eyes almost popped out of their sockets at the sound of the familiar voice. Scooting closer to the wall, I gave my hardest hit which, in this state, still wasn't enough to make a single crack. " Hope ? "

There was a pause. " Jo ? What's happening over there what are you doing ? "

" I'm having a vampire on my tail. " I explained the very obvious. " And I have approximately ten minutes before he eats me. "

" Shit, " She cursed. Then, another pause. " Is the door locked ? Can I come through ? "

" It's locked. " I sighed, staring up the wall in an attempt to come up with something, anything to join the rooms. Glancing down at the shovel, and then back at the wall, I frowned before I started to hit its door edge with it, watching as the surface dented in every hit I landed on it. " Hold up. " I called out before fully shoving the shovel inside the crack. Before today, all it would have taken for me to break through would have been a punch; and now, I had to dig through an entire wall just to get a small opening done. It was pathetic but alas, I put my whole body weight against the tip of the shovel, trying to force it to break through ― and it did; but it also took an entire chank of the wall with it.

Grabbing through the now enormous crack on the wall for support, I watched as Hope poked her head through it, glanced around the room, and then pulled back. A mere second had passed before I now saw two legs poking through, pushing and squirming around the crack in an attempt to wiggle their way into the room. It couldn't have taken more than a minute until she was fully in my side of the room, panting and undusting herself as she straightened her back.

I had the overwhelming urge to hug her, and cry, and hug her some more but the clock was ticking and we had now five whole minutes to figure out how to dust the vampire in the next room before the sun went down. With Hope here, my mind was more at ease; more capable of filtering through idea after idea before they all came crashing together to form a hint of a plan. I glanced back at the shovel, now cracked at the edges into a slightly sharpened tooth before I grabbed both it and Hope, dragging her downstairs. As soon as we were in the room I had first started in, I grabbed a hold of the ashy log, still inside the fireplace, and shoved it into the floor.

" What the fuck are you doing ? "

" Sharpening the log into a stake, " I curtly answered as I thrust the log into the floor, time after time until the burnt parts of it had given in to good, old wood. Exactly what we needed.

" How ? " She pressed, kneeling down next to the log, her interest peaked.

" With this, " I said, pushing the broken shovel forward. " We don't need it to be perfect, just pointy. Get to sharpening. "

By the time we had finished digging and sharpening, my nails and hands hurt. I was pretty sure some splinters had poked their way into my fingers, but alas, we had created a pretty solid stake. With a good hit, it could puncture the vampire's heart; it had the potential for it. After that, Hope left to hide with the stake and I, went upstairs to be the personal bait; to lure him downstairs so that she could deliver the final blow.

I didn't wander around for long before the vampire took a couple shaking steps out of the room, flashing me with a wicked smile. Even from a good distance away, I could smell the burnt skin, I could see the burning marks across his face and his hands. Facing the sun as he was, it was a wonder that he hadn't caught on fire on the spot.

" That wasn't very nice, little red. " He cooed, taking several steps towards me. For each step he took forward, I took one back until my hand rested upon the staircase's banister. His smile widened in the idea of a chase, of the thrill of having to chase your food before you ate it.

I set off in a run and the vampire followed closely behind me. Whereas my back ached, pulled with every step I took, the vampire only grew stronger, gaining more and more ground by the second. Finally, we made our descent in the staircase; I ran down as fast as my legs could possibly carry me, even skipped some stairs in hopes that it'd give me a small leverage but alas, just before the heel of my foot managed to hit the last step, something pushed my body forward and I landed with a grunt on the very bottom of the stairs.

I barely had time to roll upon my back as the vampire hovered over me, clasped his than around my throat, and squeezed until I was left gasping for a mere breath. Content with his victory, he loosened up his grip before, for yet again, growing his fangs but this time, wasting no time as he leaned down to bite upon my neck. I closed my eyes shut, body stiffening and ready to take the blow ― yet, the bite never came.

Opening my eyes, I turned my head to look at the man before me, frozen in place and with eyes double their size as he stared down at me. I moved my gaze to his chest, where the handmade stake was now coming through ― and not long after, I witnessed the vampire's body crumple and fall, its flash and bones turning into dust and dissolving over me.

Coughing the dust away from my face, I grabbed the hand Hope had extended for me to take and helped myself to my feet. My chest burnt as the oxygen flew back to my lugs.

" So that's done, " said Hope, shifting beside me. " How do we get out now ? "

" Grab the shovel and break through the window ? " I returned, brows arching. Following her shrug, I grabbed a hold of the shovel and walked up to the window, raising its tip to collide with the glass surface, but before I brought it down, the door to my left opened wide and a suited man walked in, fixing the collar of his jacket.

" No, no, that won't be necessary, please. Do not wreck the house more than you already have. " He scolded as if I was a toddler about to ruin my mother's finest vase. Extending his arm towards Hope and I, he added, " Poe Fillcraft, Council member. "

I didn't bother shaking his hand; neither did Hope. Instead, we just stared at him, the shovel still raised in my hands as if debating whether to start hitting him, or the window. I was still pondering my decision. Seeing that he wouldn't get a handshake anytime soon, he lowered his hand and cleared his throat.

" Having witnessed your examination thoroughly, I'm not sure how we feel about two slayers sharing one demon. It's possible that you'll have to reta― "

" Wait, " I cut in, brows furrowing into a deep frown. " You saw that ? "

" And you did fuck all to prevent us from dying ?! "

" Twice, " I pressed in, eyes narrowing. Would smacking a Council member with a shovel count as a serious offense ?

" Language, " He chastised Hope before sighing. " It was a monitored examination, we aren't allowed to offer help of any kind. " Hope scoffed in response and Poe's eyes narrowed at her frame before he continued; " I'm afraid you'll have to repeat the test. Separately. "

" That won't be necessary. " Mrs. Lovegood stepped in, offering both of us reassuring smiles. I waited, shovel still in hand until my hands started to grow sore. " The test is complete and the goal has been achieved. And besides, fixing and setting up the house would take a good couple of weeks, not to mention the test preparation and the syringe, and ― "

" Okay, fine. " Poe sighed, stepping out of the doorway. " You're free to leave. Don't forget to stop by the administration office to get your papers. "

Hope and I stepped out of the house. We walked down the stairs, and into the pathway to get back to the school but I stopped dead in my tracks. Instead, I turned around, lifted the shovel, and threw it across the window, watching as it broke the glass and tackled the curtain into the ground. Poe parted his lips, about to scold me for my outburst but Mrs. Lovegood shushed him by placing a hand upon his shoulder. Glaring at both of them, I turned on my heel, ready to follow Hope.

" Oh, and Joyce ? "

" What ? "

" I'd love to see those plates of yours. "

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