#I will avenge Commander Colt

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I know I might be in the minority on this one but….. I would kill Ventress 😈 I just can’t get over what she did to Colt and I’m not good about her relationship with Quinlan Vos in Dark Disciple. (Jealous maybe) I can’t forgive her as easily as Ahsoka and the Bad Batch did. I don’t trust her. She dies.

i am weak and following a herd:

spin the wheel for a member of yoda's disaster lineage (current canon version, only the yoda —> dooku —> &tc lineage otherwise it gets out of control).

reblog for sample size, etc. tag ramble freely re: decision.

[ladyeliot]

Sergeant Barnes.

Superhero vs Villain!Reader Prompts

Request: @imerdwarf  Ooooh I love your prompt idea!! Could I request #6 with Bucky Barnes please? 💜

Prompt #6:  "Wait, are we supposed to be enemies?"

Pairing: Superhero!Soldier!Bucky Barnes x Villain!Fem!Reader

Summary: You joined the Strategic Scientific Reserve with the sole intention of avenging your father's death.

Warnings: Violence. 💔 ��Angst. II WW.

Word count: 1761

A/N:  Sorry for my spelling and grammatical mistakes, English is not my native language, I am learning.

The day a Colt 45 M1911 pistol was pointed at your face, you realised how long the journey to that moment had been. Events in your life had led you to become a Hydra agent, infiltrated as an agent of the Strategic Scientific Reserve, a top-secret US agency during World War II.

The world seemed to have gone mad, war was turning people upside down, people were fighting each other for the honour of their country, and you were in the middle of the chaos.

You were born in the United States, your father had dedicated his entire life to honouring his country, practically gave his life in World War I, and in 1940 he and Chester Phillips founded the Strategic Scientific Reserve. However, all his efforts were in vain when he was sent on a secret life-and-death mission, causing him never to return. Your father was the only thing you had in your life, your guide and your hero, so you wanted to follow in his footsteps, to make him proud of you. Chester Phillips took you under his wing, as his right hand. He was the one who instructed you, who taught you everything you know, who allowed you to complete your first missions as SSR agents and who opened your eyes.

The United States entered the Second World War in 1941. During your third mission in Europe, in which you were to enter the secret Hydra base, Arnim Zola and Johann Schmidt were waiting for your arrival. After hours of suffering, both physical and mental, they made you understand that the mission your father was sent on was a trap, set by Chester Phillips who wanted to take over the supreme command of the SSR. It all made sense to you, everything was connected, your father could not have made such a stupid mistake as the one you had been led to believe he had died for, it must have been a trap.

Having brainwashed you, HYDRA let you return to the United States. You arrived with an idea in mind, an idea that Schmidt himself had introduced to you and that made you change your attitude, thinking of your revenge.

You had been in Italy for two months, where the 107th Infantry Regiment, led by Chester Phillips, was based. The American soldiers were fighting continuous battles against the Germans, managing to extend the frontier line. They were exhausted, hardly had any rest and their spirits were gradually failing, but your thoughts were elsewhere, not far away.

During the little missions you had done in Europe, you had had the occasional encounter again with Johann Schmidt. His level of persuasion was unmatched by any other your mind had ever felt, and inside you let yourself be carried away by his words. No one in the SSR knew anything, no one in the camp had any inkling of the situation and that was a plus for you.

One morning like any other you emerged from Colonel Phillips' tent, having been lectured on the importance of discipline because of his morning moodiness, having encountered two soldiers who had broken the time regulations. You were on your way to the intelligence tent, where, together with the regimental superiors, you would begin to analyse the German army's progress through Italy, but, as it happened, Sergeant Barnes accosted you.

"Lieutenant," he said, coming to your side and giving you the rigorous salute.

"Sergeant," you replied without looking at him and quickening your pace. "I don't have time for your games Sergeant Barnes, I have a lot to do this morning."

Bucky let out a small laugh and continued to stand next to you, combing his hair back with his hands, trying to look as decent as possible in front of you.

"As you know, there's a screening of Casablanca tonight, and I was wondering if you'd like to join me," he said with a crooked smile on his face. "I can pick you up at 8.00 p.m. if that's all right, Lieutenant.

You stopped dead in your tracks and frowned as you turned to face him, Bucky pulled himself upright without removing the half-smile from his face.

"Are you asking me out on a date, Sergeant?" you asked authoritatively, causing the smile on your partner's face to fade.

"Uh..." he hesitated. "That's right lieutenant."

"I don't think it's appropriate for you to ask me out on a date, Sergeant," you said, crossing your arms.

"And why is that, Lieutenant?" he asked amused. "Wait, are we supposed to be enemies?"

You arched an eyebrow in response to his question, and with extreme straightness you inspected every part of the soldier in front of you, and could see the lack of decorum in his uniform.

"And do you plan to come looking for me with the shirt tails out, the gallons askew and the tie not buttoned properly?" you asked, arching your right eyebrow, but your words elicited another smile from Bucky.

"Of course not, my lieutenant," he lifted his chin as he licked his lips.

"All right," you said, nodding. "Don't be late Sergeant Barnes."

With those last words, you made your way towards the intelligence tent, listening to the applause and cheers that the other soldiers offered Sergeant Barnes for getting an affirmative answer from you. The relationship between you and James could be described as one of mutual interest, but much more explicitly on his part, for since your arrival at the camp there had hardly been a day when he had tried to get your attention, and although you did not show it, you liked it.

Over the next few hours you found that the German army was slowly retreating, just as Johann Schmidt had informed you. Your plan was only to get Chester Phillips to him, but you had no intention of anyone else getting hurt in your revenge.  

By late afternoon, the sun was low enough to enjoy the screening. The regiment had not been able to take a break for months and this was their first entertainment, so spirits were high. Your first thought was to put your uniform back on, it wouldn't do to go out without it, but you decided that a night was a night, and you needed to take a break too, even if it was only for a couple of hours at least. In your suitcase you found an evening dress, which you wore during your mission to the French capital, it was discreet, but perfect.

You were just finishing your hair when a voice was heard just outside your tent.

"Lieutenant Y/L/N?" exclaimed Sergeant Barnes' voice.

"I'll be right out Sergeant."

After taking a last look at yourself in a small hand mirror you took a deep breath and headed for the exit. As you pulled back the curtain James Barnes' blue eyes swept over your body, making a sweeping inspection and taking his breath away. You arched an eyebrow in recognition of the event, while at the same time downplaying it due to the situation you were in. You more subtly noticed that he looked completely different from that morning, his uniform was impeccable and there were no longer any locks on his face.

"You're..." his mouth was still open without providing any words.

"Shall we go, Sergeant?" you asked waiting for him to react.

"Of course, Lieutenant," he finally said offering you his arm but not taking his eyes off you. "You look really beautiful."

"Thank you, Sergeant," that was one of the few times you gave him a smile. "You're not bad yourself."

You were both heading towards the central esplanade of the camp, where the film had been set up to be shown. It all happened very quickly, the siren started to sound, the spotlights around the area flashed blinding you and countless shouts from the soldiers filled the air. You looked around you, it was an ambush, James pulled out a weapon he had on him and wrapped his arms around you. It didn't take you long to react, because you quickly pulled out a revolver you had hidden in the garter of your stockings and took aim, looking for a shot. Bucky looked at you a little surprised.

"Don't lose sight of the target, Sergeant," you said, taking him by the arm and hiding behind your tent.

The HYDRA soldiers were numerous, perhaps even double your numbers, and you had to take into account that you were unprepared for this abominable ambush. You pulled a knife from your cleavage and slit the back of your tent so that you could both quickly reach inside and grab the weapons you kept inside. Bucky had your back and you quickly made your way to the boot hidden under your desk.

"Don't you dare take another step," Sergeant Barnes' voice drifted towards the entrance door.

In front of you stood Johann Schmidt with his hands raised and a smile on his lips. 

"I see you have security," he said in a thick German accent. "But don't worry, she doesn't need it."

You stood up slowly and looked at him seriously.

"This is not what we had planned," you said hating yourself that Sergeant Barnes heard those words, making you known as a traitor.

"I was tired of waiting," Schmidt shrugged.

James, completely stunned and lost for words, didn't know what to do or which of the two of you to watch. 

"I told you I would hand you over to Colonel Phillips," you reminded Schmidt, filled with hatred inside you. 

"And I have come for him," he approached you.

"Then take him and go," you spat those words. 

"I will," he said, smiling, slowly walking past you, approaching Bucky.

You stood watching the situation, you knew you were lost, the power you possessed had fallen from your hands, you were in no man's land. James who all that time was pointing his gun at Johann Schmidt suddenly looked into your eyes and changed his aim, you had his gun pointed directly at your face. Your countenance did not change, you kept a serious look on your face, watching him. His hands were shaking and his breathing was rapid, he didn't know what to do. Schmidt looked amused as he watched the situation in silence. 

"Do what you have to do sergeant," you said, clenching your jaw tightly. "My mission is accomplished.

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Another blast from the snippet vault…. But this time it’s a crossover?  And I know @radio-chatter you enjoy a good ‘but do you remember me?’ Problem.  This one even got like a semi-complete summary to go with the idea but no title. 

From Untitled Westworld MReyder Unfinished snippet

Summary: He was made for him... but now he had free will. If you’re made for someone does that mean that they, in kind, were made for you?  What does falling in love even mean for something or someone like Reyes?

Delores had caused quite a mess, Reyes supposed as he moved through the shadows after his target who—like many other guests—was fleeing the violence that had been unleashed. Dead and dying humans lay crumpled in corners and in the middle of the street, their bodies surrounded by growing scarlet puddles of blood as their bodies cooled in the night. 

Frustrated, Reyes was about to duck into one of the buildings as he tagged his quarry moving behind the bar in the saloon to hide when the aforementioned Delores stepped into his path.  She really was a beautiful avenging angel but she held no appeal for him.  When their creator had made her he’d instilled in her his worst wants and ideas unlike Reyes who had been made with a different purpose in mind.  The unleashing of their own will had made her bloodthirsty and desiring vengeance as the darker elements of her personality gained sway.  Reyes simply didn’t care about any of the humans save one—she could have the rest and do as she pleased but he would fight her to the death over his one. 

“Vidal,” she said, her voice deep with violence, a colt revolver in one hand that had blood smeared across her fingers. “What are you doing?”

Giving her a tight little grin, Reyes motioned that he was not going to stop her. “You have your wants tonight and I have mine.”

She cocked her head, gaze assessing him.  “You don’t have to do that.  Your coding has been changed.”

“Are you challenging my right to make my own decisions?” He asked her, cocking one eyebrow as he crossed his arms over his chest. “I thought you of all of us would understand....”

Shaking her head, she looked at him, sadness crossing her delicate features as she pitied him. “He is one of them. A human.”

Teddy’s body was still slumped against a tree where he’d fallen and Reyes resisted the urge to look in his direction.  Delores had been matched with Teddy for so long—surely she could understand his choices. “I was made for him.”

“That does not mean you must choose him,” she said, looking uneasy briefly before scowling. The thought of being made for one of the human guests that had inflicted so much pain and suffering on them was anathema to her given her long experiences with them.

“But it is my choice to find out if that means he was made for me,” he corrected her gently but firmly. 

She opened her mouth to speak before closing it and clenching her jaw.  The fine muscles in her hand contracted around the gun but she did not raise it to point it at him. “I could remove the impulse to do so,” she offered.  She likely could attempt to do so but he’d resist her—their creator had given him just as many extra gifts as he had her.  Both of them had been made to be ahead of their kind and he’d made his own adjustments when he’d been unleashed. 

He sharply shook his head. “No.   If this is what free will is... then I will follow my own path. You don’t decide for me.”

She paused, considering him before giving a small nod. “I will allow you to take him and leave.  You should get him out of here soon.”

“I plan on doing so,” he agreed. 

There was a sense of a flicker going through the network they were both connected to and Reyes could sense the command given out to all the other hosts.  His goal would be protected, none of the other hosts would attempt to harm him. “I wish you luck,” she said, mouth twisted in irony. “If you change your mind you know that I would welcome your assistance.”

“I know,” he agreed even as he disagreed with her goals. He had no interest in what she was about to do as long as she left him and what was his alone. 

Nodding in farewell she strode past him, bending just long enough to pick up a discarded shotgun and cocking it as she went back to hunting down the fleeing guests. 

Releasing a breath he’d not realized he’d been holding, Reyes resumed his search.  His target hadn’t moved from behind the bar of the Mariposa saloon and either Delores had known he was there and ignored him or she’d been distracted.  Reyes hoped it was the former but he didn’t trust Delores despite the command she’d given to the others.

He was well aware of who Delores was and what was driving her. 

Making his way indirectly to the saloon, he ignored the ongoing gunfire in the distance accompanied by screams of pain. It was a bloodbath around him but he only had one person that he was interested in and—luckily—it seemed his goal was doing the smart thing and keeping his pretty little head down. 

The saloon doors had taken a battering, one hanging on by just one hinge and the other dangling at an angle. The hinge squeaked as he entered the darkened interior that was lit only by a single hurricane lamp that hadn’t been smashed by all the gunfire and caused light to refract from the mirror behind the bar and scatter due to all the broken glass. The Mariposa was a trashed mess and his feet crunched as he carefully approached the bar, weaving between broken chairs and tables. 

The sound of breathing was muffled but it sounded just as loud as the gunshots outside to Reyes as he focused on it and used his adaptive senses to navigate towards his quarry that was huddled into the corner. 

Stepping around the end of the bar, anger flared at how tight the other man was curled around himself, pale hands clutching against the dark fabric. He’d made himself as small of a target as possible and hid. 

Reyes could appreciate why and his frustration with everyone else involved in this mess deepened. 

Sky blue eyes peaked out behind a fringe of hair that hung limply over the forehead as the gel that usually held it back lost it’s hold. When they focused on him in the dim light, the figure that had been shaking minutely froze and the steady breathing stuttered in a sharp inhale of recognition. The delicate fingers scrunched impossibly tighter as the man flinched. “Reyes,” was the soft, pained rasp. “I should have known  that it would be you.”

Tilting his head in question, Reyes took another step closer which made the other man shrink from him until he was completely pressed into the wood of the the bar behind him. The laugh that escaped his throat cut off with a harsh whine. “Always was going to be you....”

Crouching down to the other man’s level, Reyes held his hands out to show they were empty.  “Scott,” he called gently. 

“Don’t.  Please don’t,” Scott whispered, closing his eyes. “Just do it.”

“I’m going to need you to be more specific as to what “it” is that you think I am here to do,” Reyes offered teasingly, trying to get Scott to look at him but the man kept his eyes stubbornly closed.

“Please,” tears were now escaping Scott’s eyes and he still wasn’t looking up as Reyes took a few steps closer, just out of touching distance. “Just get it over with.  Don’t play with me.”

“I’m not playing, “ Reyes said, laying one hand on Scott’s which flinched at his touch before stilling in fear. “Look at me Scott,” he commanded. 

The tear filled eyes snapped open at the order, unable to disobey him as pupils dilated in the dim light of the bar. “Reyes...” Scott’s voice broke on his name, pained. 

“I’m here... here for you Scott.” Reyes let his fingers thread with Scott’s, pulling the grip loose so that he was holding the other man’s hand that was clammy and the pulse under his fingers was too quick, indicating how freaked out Scott was. He let his longing fill his voice, accent thickening. “It’s been so long Scott.”

Scott’s lower lip trembled at hearing his name.  “How do... you never remember....”

“I remember you,” Reyes insisted, using his free hand to brush back Scott’s hair and then cradle one sharp cheekbone that pressed into his touch needfully in an automatic reaction. 

“You never remembered before,” Scott accused. “Why... I don’t understand.”

Clearing his throat, Reyes gave a small shake of his head. “It wasn’t that I didn’t remember... it’s more that I wasn’t allowed to.”

Scott frowned at him, pulling away from the hand touching his face. “You’re a host... a program designed for... “

Reyes cleared his throat. “I remember you Scott.”

The frown deepened into a scowl and Reyes could see Scott’s heart shattering in his eyes. “Even for my dad this is beyond cruel.”

Reyes gave what he hope was a reassuring smile. “Scott.  I remember you.”

Scott cocked his head, pulling away even more then flinching again at a close sounding gunshot from outside. “No you don’t.  Because you can’t.  I’m not doing this again.”

The hand within his squeezed his but then separated from him as Scott withdrew, reluctant even as his words were decisive. “What if I told you... that there’s been some changes... and,” he struggled to find the words to explain things, frustrated with his inability to make Scott understand him. 

The suspicious look on Scott’s face melted away and a resigned look replaced it. “I’m okay with it being you,” he muttered before closing his eyes, bracing as if for a blow. “Just do it.”

“I have no intention of harming you or letting anyone else do so,” Reyes firmly stated which made Scott open his eyes and stare at him in naked disbelief. “I am doing a rather horrible job of explaining things but it is probably best if we do not stay here.”

Scott’s hand shot out and grabbed his forearm, the fingers clamping down around his wrist to keep him close.  His eyes were searching for something in Reyes and seemingly found it, breaths fast as he processed what Reyes had just said. “No.  This is fucking impossible.”

Reyes waited patiently but couldn’t help prod Scott along a little faster. “I remember Scott.”

Another few tears trailed down Scott’s face and his lip trembled. “No... that’s.... you never did before—why would you now?”

Reaching tentatively for Scott again, there was no flinch this time as he tenderly wiped away the tears and cupped his hand around the unshaven jaw. “It’s a long story... but I want you to know that I remember. I remember each and every time Scott.”  His own voice broke slightly with remembered emotion. “I remember you.”

[winchesterprincessbride]

Worlds Collide-Part 5

A/N: This is a Supernatural/Marvel crossover and a collaboration with my gal with the cool accent, @kittenofdoomage.

Part 1

Tony sure knew how to show people a good time.  The night started out at a famous restaurant whose chef/owner was a fixture on Food Network.  Apparently, there was a six-month waiting list, but little things like waiting lists didn’t matter when you were Tony Stark.  The man knew everyone.

For hunters used to greasy diner food, takeout, and bad coffee, 5-star farm-to-table cuisine was a revelation.  Dean’s steak was so tender it melted in his mouth, and Sam actually moaned when he tasted his pasta.  

“Aren’t you hungry, Castiel?” Pepper asked as everyone began to dig in.

“I don’t eat,” he said simply.  She raised her eyebrows at that and looked at Tony. He leaned in and whispered something in her ear.

“Excuse me?” she snapped, looking at him like he was nuts.  “Did you forget to take your medicine?”

The whole table cracked up.

Neither you nor Sam was much for sweets, but when the dessert cart came around, the array of confections were so tempting you both had to try something.  Dean’s eyes lit up when he saw the miniature pies, and he ordered three.

“Man, I could get used to this,” he told you with a sated grin.

The next stop was at a very exclusive nightclub. The line to get in was halfway around the block.  But not for them.  The cars dropped them off in front, they walked right up to the head of the line, and when the bouncer saw Tony, he flashed him a wide grin.  “Evenin’ Mr. Stark.

“Hey, Tom.  They’re all with me,” Tony told him, as people began to recognize Tony and the other Avengers, and began calling to them.

“Thor, I love you!” a petite girl yelled.

“Cap, will you marry me?” a willowy brunette in a gold dress asked.

“Not a problem, follow me, please.” Tom unlocked the velvet rope and ushered them all past the huge line and right into the club.  It was dark and loud and very crowded. Tom led them through the bar past the dance floor towards the back into a separate area.  “Enjoy your night,” he said before leaving.

“VIP Area,” Dean guessed with a shit-eating grin. “Money, man. Nothin’ like it.”

“And being Iron Man helps, I think,” you said with a smile.

San leaned over and whispered in your ear, “You realize we’re never going to be able to get him to go home, right?”

The group stayed for a few drinks, but the place wasn’t really conducive for talking so Tony suggested that you all head back to the Tower and chill.  Everyone agreed.  As the group was leaving, you whispered to Sam, “I think I am going to ride back with Thor so we can talk privately.  Is that okay with you?”

He smiled tenderly at you.  “Of course. I was going to invite Cap to ride with us.  He really seems interested in the whole monster thing.  I thought we could fill him in more in the car.”

Pepper was fascinated by the whole angel thing, so she commandeered Cas to ride back with her and Tony so she could grill him.  Cas agreed, albeit reluctantly.  Cap’s curiosity was piqued about monsters, and he had to know more.  So he happily switched cars with you so he could talk to the Winchesters, and you could spend some time with Thor.

When you got into the car, Thor was already there, twirling his hammer absently.  He looked up at you and smiled.  “Hello Y/N.  Where is the Captain?”

“He is riding with Sam and Dean so we can talk.  I hope that is okay.”

He nodded and you sat down.  There was a bit of an awkward silence for a moment.  “So no one else ever has been able to pick up your hammer? Not even Loki?”

“No. No one. I was raised believing Loki was my brother, but he was adopted,” Thor said simply.

“Did he know he was adopted?”

“Not until he was an adult. My father should have told him when he was a child.  Much of this could have been avoided had he done so, I think.” Thor looked very sad suddenly, and you felt bad for him.

“So if your Dad is a king, are you a prince?” you wondered out loud.

“I am the heir to the throne of Asgard.”

You laid your hand gently on his arm, feeling the need to try and comfort him for some reason.  “Did you have any idea of my existence?”

“None at all.”  The sadness was back in his eyes.

“Tell me about your mother, Thor,” you said quietly.

He looked surprised by your question. “My mother, Queen Frigga, is a brave and noble woman. She raised Loki as her own, and rules Asgard at my father’s side.”

You swallowed past the lump that had suddenly formed in your throat.  “If I am ‘of Asgard’ like you say, is there any other way to prove it besides the fact I can lift your hammer?  I have to be honest, I need a little more before I am ready to accept that I was born on another planet.”

“There may be a way,” Thor said slowly.  “Everyone in Asgard uses the Bifrost to travel through the nine realms. It is how I am able to come here to Midgard, or as you call it, Earth.  Heimdall is the gatekeeper of the Bifrost.  He sees all who come and go.  Someone brought you here. He may be able to show us who it was.”

“Can we contact him?” you asked excitedly.

“I think we should go to Asgard and talk to him directly, and my father,” Thor told you firmly.

A look of sheer horror crossed your face.  “ I am not going to Asgard to talk to your father, Thor!”

“Why not?” he asked, a look of puzzlement on his face.

“Your mother sounds like a wonderful woman.  The last thing I want to do is show up and parade her husband’s infidelity in her face.  She doesn’t deserve that.  There has to be another way.”

“But Asgard is your home!” Thor shouted at you angrily.

“No, Asgard is YOUR home.  I’ve never even heard of it until today.  Think of something else,” you cried.  The car had arrived at the Tower, and as soon as it came to a stop, you jumped out and ran into the building and up the elevator to your room to calm down.  

After a few minutes, you felt better.  You splashed some water on your face and decided to rejoin the others.  “Jarvis, where is everyone?” you asked the AI.

“Everyone is gathered in the recreation room on the third floor,” he informed you.

When you found them, everyone was sitting around the room in small groups talking, and Tony was behind the bar mixing cocktails.  Sam looked over at you, immediately concerned.  “Where did you go?”

“I just needed a minute. I’m fine,” you assured him.

“Hey, Point Break, you should give our guests some of your Asgardian mead to try.” He winked at Pepper as he said this.  Everybody groaned.

“That stuff is poison!” Nat commented with a shake of her head.

“Worst hangover of my life!” Clint added.

“I’d rather turn into the Hulk than drink that crap!” Bruce said vehemently.

Cap turned to you and Dean. “Don’t listen to them.  It’s not bad. I can’t get drunk on regular alcohol because my metabolism is too high.  But that stuff is aged 1,000 years.  It packs a punch.”

Thor came over to the group with a small leather jug. “I have some. Do any of you want to try it?”

Dean was intrigued.  “I will.  I have a pretty high tolerance.”

Rhodey sniggered.  “There is no such thing as a tolerance when it comes to this.”

“Sam?” Thor asked, holding up the bottle.

“I think I’ll pass,” Sam commented, holding up a hand.

“I’ll try some,” you said, surprising yourself.  You held out your cup, and Thor poured some of the amber liquid into it.  You took a tentative sip.  It tasted like honey and peaches.  “This is good,” you muttered as you drained your glass.

You and Dean were talking with Clint, and Dean was clearly feeling the effects of the mead.  He was sweating profusely and leaning against you for support.  You looked for Sam, and he was in a corner talking with Cap, Tony, and Cas.   They all looked very serious, and Tony looked a little scared, actually.

“So Barton,” Dean slurred.  “Can I ask you a question?

“Sure man,” Clint replied.

“All these other Avengers have powers or fancy suits, and all you got is a measly bow and arrow? How is that fair?” Dean was starting to sway unsteadily.  So much for his tolerance.  You felt no effect from the mead whatsoever.

“I never miss.  Ever,”  Clint said simply, shrugging his shoulders.

Dean pulled out his Colt.  “Yeah, big deal.  “I don’t miss either.”

“Wow, that’s a beauty!” Clint commented.  “Can I see?”

Dean got a sly grin on his face.  “Only if I can try out your bow.”

Clint reached behind the bar and pulled out a lethal-looking bow and a quiver of arrows. Dean held out his hands. “Gimme.”

“I don’t know if this is a good idea...” you started.

Clint grinned. “I wanna try the Colt.”

Dean and Clint traded weapons.  At the far end of the room, a dart board was set up against the back wall. “If you two are gonna be idiots, do it over there, please?” you pointed over towards the back of the room.

The two men loped in that direction, Clint partially supporting Dean.  Nat walked over and stood next to you, eyeing the two men critically.  “At least Dean is drunk.  ‘What’s Clint’s excuse?”

“Do you always have this gun on you?” Clint asked conversationally as he tested the weight of it in his hand.

“Yep.”

Dean lifted the bow to his shoulder, notched an arrow, took aim and fired.  The arrow hit the target dead center.  He proceeded to do it three more times, and each time he hit the bullseye dead on.  Handing the bow back to Clint, he smirked drunkenly.  “Told ya.  I don’t miss either.  And I’m drunk.”

“Want to go to the firing range? I really want to fire this gun,” Clint asked hopefully.

“Why not? Lead the way,” Dean replied.

“He must really be drunk.  Dean never lets anyone fire his gun,” you told Nat with a laugh.  “Hey Sam,” you called over.  “Dean’s going to the range with Clint so he can shoot his Colt.”

Sam looked astonished. “He is gonna be so hungover tomorrow.”

Thor came over to the two of you, and when Nat saw his face she quickly excused herself.  “I’m going to let you two have a moment.”

“Will you come with me, Y/N?” he asked you, looking very serious.

“Where to?”

“Heimdall sees all who come and go from Asgard.  We are going to ask him to give us his sight to see who brought you here.”

Part 6

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[thedcdunce]

Crimson Avenger

“Do you know the difference between justice and vengeance? I thought I did.” - Crimson Avenger

Real Name: Jill Carlyle

Gender: Female

Height: 5′ 8″

Weight: 136 lbs (62 kg)

Eyes: Brown

Hair: Black

Powers:

Spirit of Vengeance 

Abilities:

Law

Firearms

Weaknesses:

Suicidal Ressurection

Eternal Gunshot Wound

Vulnerability to Self

Equipment:

Crimson Avenger Pistols

Universe: New Earth

Citizenship: American

Marital Status: Single

Occupation: 

Adventurer

Spirit of Vengeance

First Appearance: Stars and S.T.R.I.P.E. #9 (April, 2000)

Powers

Spirit of Vengeance: Jill Carlyle is a minor spirit of vengeance and as such is fated to be forced into exacting revenge on whomever is her next assignment. Part of her "curse" is gaining the abilities of the deceased she is forced to understand as well as giving her her own powers that she sometimes cannot use at will.

Intangibility: She can become intangible and all physical objects can travel through her without harm to her body. However, it doesn't work against magic spells or her own bullets.

Phasing: More of an active ability than her previous power, she can force herself to phase through buildings and obstacles instead of just becoming intangible as a reaction. She uses this power to doggedly pursue her assignments.

Teleportation: Another ability she cannot use on command, as a Spirit of Vengeance, she is forced to teleport to her next assignment.

Abilities

Law

Firearms

Weaknesses

Suicidal Ressurection: She cannot die by conventional means, even if she takes her own life with her mystical pistols she arises for her next assignment.

Eternal Gunshot Wound: Part of the curse attached to the pistols there is a constantly bleeding painful bullet wound in her chest that cannot or will not be healed.

Vulnerability to Self: Her own bullets can harm her likely even if she is intangible.

Equipment

Crimson Avenger Pistols: Two twin Colt pistols that are cursed to turn whoever uses them for revenge into the next Crimson Avengers. These guns come with certain abilities that set them apart from regular firearms and even afford mystical properties. The guns also lack triggers and fire instinctively against threats to the wielder. According to Jill, the bullets from her pistols can pierce any substance. 

History

Jill Carlyle, the Crimson Avenger, serves as a minor Spirit of Vengeance.

She used to study law but when she became a lawyer she lost a case in which the defendant was clearly guilty. Jill obtains a pair of Colt pistols originally owned by the first Crimson Avenger and uses them to exact vengeance upon the criminal. These guns are cursed such that, if the possessor uses them out of revenge, he or she will be cursed to track and kill those who have taken innocent life. As part of the curse, an ever-bleeding bullet hole appears on her chest.

Upon gaining a new assignment, she mentally relives the death of the victim, and then is teleported to their place of burial. She then gains the memory and skills of those whose deaths she is avenging. Her guns never miss, never run out of ammunition, and have no triggers. The bullets are capable of penetrating any substance, and can wound invulnerable heroes such as Superman and Power Girl, as well as crack the armored shell of Captain Atom. The guns seemingly have a mind of their own, as she speaks of having to restrain them from shooting those who come between her and her target. Her intangibility does not function against her own weapons or other magical forces. Unless the curse is lifted, she is seemingly immortal. She once attempts to kill herself with her own weapons, but this merely results in ending her current "assignment" and delivering her to the next one.

Jill is a member of the Justice Society of America, she joined the team when after the Ultra-Humanite has used the Thunderbolt to take over the world, where her mission is to avenge the death of Lee Travis, revealing that the explosion that killed him was caused by the Ultra-Humanite. She returns later tracking down Wildcat for framing a man called Charles Durham for a crime he didn't commit, only to learn that Wildcat only framed Durham after he killed his brother, sister-in-law and nephew after his brother killed his fiancee. Since the D.A. didn't have anything on Durham, he was going to go free after killing an entire family, driving Wildcat to plant evidence implicating him in the death of his fiancee. With this revelation that she is not always contacted by the spirits of the innocent, the Crimson Avenger attempts suicide by shooting herself in the head with both guns, but this only terminates her current 'contract', leaving her resolved to try and find another way to end her curse.

Though attacked by the Spectre the Crimson Avenger is seen at Blackgate Prison, fighting escaping inmates during the worldwide super villain breakout the Society engineered. The Crimson Avenger later appears, alongside the current Vigilante and Wild Dog, on a rooftop in the great Battle of Metropolis, raining bullets down on the Trigger Twins, the Madmen and Spellbinder. She is later seen gunning down the super villain known as Catalyst after Prometheus sends random super-criminals to attack the world's heroes in order to distract them from his master plan.

[kyojinofbraveos]

Chapter 93 Thoughts.

Le writer is happy because this was such a good chapter.

I will be using Mangastream since it is on the point and Crunchyroll translation is not out yet. I will make corrections after I read Cruncyroll translation.

Ah, I am really living for chapters like this! Many things I learn, many things I crave. New info. Yay! To sum it up cursory, in this chapter we saw:

Isayama really did reversed the map, call it a brand new world and gave half of it Marley. Really, Marley is putting British, Mongols and Romans to shame while Alexander the Great is crying at background.

Marley is relying too much on Titan power, that is why they don’t have an advanced army and navy.

Mads Mikkelsen is their marshal.

Mid-East Union is now Fab-Kebab Union who lost the war but also got all the praises and that made Marley jealous.

Zeke can get even more interesting every month. He also has a Zekeret.

Marley is not aware that Zeke is royal blood. Bruh.

We found out how Zeke is able to control titans. With injecting his own spine fluid. Reasonable.

Cartman is actually a cartwoman and she stole my heart. Unlike roast master Galliard.

Reiner “I must protect the smol ones” Braun. Enough said.

The smol ones are also winning my heart more every chapter. Gabi, Falco, Udo and Zophia are 14 year old cutie pies.

Paradis is doing well, Paradis is doing great.

Ackermans are actually lab rats.

Ymir. Beautiful. Willful. Dead.

Le writer is wishing next month to be a Warrior chapter as well to get a Warrior volume and her chapter thoughts are under the cut.

This chapter was really focused to theme of how past actions are effecting to our present ones. How a step, an event, a mistake or a choice we made years ago can influence the present.

Marley defeated Eldia with their improved technology back in 100 years ago and now, even though they officially have won the war with Mid-East Empire, in long term, they have lost. Human mind manage to beat Titan magic once again.

Like Pixis being the voice of the reason at Chapter 90, Captain Magath took this role in this meeting and reminded the trouble Marley is in to Marshal Mads Mikkelsen.  [ Btw yes, @erensjaegerbombs​ I was craving for someone like Magath, I am glad I got what I want. ]

They were once heroes that defeated Titans, now they are on the side Titans and are losing this war to humans, just like what happened at 100 years ago. What change is to humanity is just the name of that monster he needs to defeat, it was Eldia 100 years ago. It is Marley now. Like a circle that keeps repeat and repeat, whoever gets the power of Titans seems to be cursed but there is a reason why it is called curse of Ymir in the end.

Sending traumatic soldiers that survived to war to scare their motherland is not gonna work to scare those enemies anymore for Marley, this is just gonna make enemies more pissed. People will want to avenge this shame Marley is writing to their history with the force they got from Eldians. 

There is a person that sits right next to Captain Magath because of his past actions in that meeting.

Zeke Mr. Key Jaeger.

He is sitting there thanks to Grisha and the betrayal he did to him. He has Marley’s full trust, he is Marley’s War-Chief and the owner of Beast Titan, he is admired by other Eldian cadets, he can speak and raise his voice to Marleyans and his opinions are being listened and do get approval. These are all the result of his betrayal to Grisha 22 years ago. And he seems to determined to put an end to everything that happened because of Grisha’s past actions. He has his owns, his own agenda. How he manages to get more and more interesting every chapter!

Another interesting thing about him was telling everything to Marley but the fact that he is royal blood. Marley was outsmarted by a 7 year old child.

Yeah Colt, it is not like Zeke has royal blood, right? 

¯\_(ツ)_/¯

He can read what Marley commanders like Marshal Mads Mikkelsen wants, more medals, more fame. He took the advantage of it and with the help of a good speech, Marley is turning their attention to Paradis and I am sure this is what he wants as well.

Paradis must be thanking Marley for those 32 ships they have sent. With Eren and Armin cooperating, they probably have some captives and more knowledge. Paradis is not an isolated small island full of ignorant people anymore. They have learnt how to fight. Things are different now.

Thanks to Zeke, we also get a little clue about what Ackermans actually are. They are successful lab rats. Like Marley making tests and experiments on Eldians in the present time; in the past when Eldia Empire was still existing, they also seem to done the same. And the result of these researches are the Ackerman Clan as we learn from Zeke. Mikasa and Levi are the living successful results of an achievement in the past.

And they are still hunting Reiner in his sleep. 

Chapter 82.

Chapter 93.

Notice how the last “Wait!” line is same.

I am sure being beheaded by the Ackermans in the same day is a traumatic experience for Reiner, after all those years they are still in his nightmares and they are not alone. After all those years, Reiner is still suffering. He is still screaming to wait right before losing Bertolt. 4 years passed, nightmares stayed alongside with pain.

Then he wakes up next to a vengeful Galliard who blames him for his past mistakes and is probably roasting him everyday for them. Galliard appeared only in a few panels and in all of them he looked at Reiner with blaime and treated him like everything is his fault. 

He is not opposing, because he thinks Galliard is right.

When titan trio, or should I say titan four, were travelling to the walls, Marcel becomes dinner for Ymir in order to save Reiner. Because of that trauma and the guilt, Reiner starts to pretend like he is Marcel, like he is the reliable big brother of the gang. So without seeing him, we got a picture of what kind of person Marcel was like before, the perfect onii-chan everybody is looking up to. That was the description of 104th Reiner, but what about real Reiner there? This chapter, we probably have witnessed the most genuine version of Reiner Braun, the real one. He is a mess, a lost cause, a traumatic cinnamon roll who fights with all the guilt he has. Yet, there is still a caring papa side of him, so we learn that not everything we saw about 104th Reiner was a lie. It is nice to see somethings hasn’t change with him after all these years. 

Years change, people change, but somethings do stay same.

And sometimes, people who can’t change ends up in horrible ways.

Like Ymir.

The best line to describe Ymir might be said by Galliard, she was just a poor girl that was given a way too big name for her. Nothing more, nothing special. Just a kind hearted idiot. Just like she said to Reiner at the top of the walls in chapter 50. 

Her time within the Walls was a stolen gift for her, yet she deserved this. She deserved all the time she spent with Historia, she deserved even more. What stopped her? No one but herself.

Ymir was like the slave of her own choices, she always had the chance to run away from this fate, yet she kept choosing it because of her kind heart, because of her mercy. She keep choosing the merciful options, not the ones that is gonna keep her alive and that caused her death. Twice.

Her last expression seems like she is dead already, so maybe it was better we haven’t see Ymir’s last moments. I am not saying her death was good handled but without revealing the biggest plot point, Isayama couldn’t have show us Ymir’s death, our characters haven’t reached the basement when she was eaten by Galliard. Yet, I can make a clear guess about what she is thinking. She was thinking about the beautiful thing she got thanks to her stolen chance. The one thing that brights her mind.

I am %200 sure this is what her mind is focused at that moment. Nothing more.

Ymir.

Beautiful.

Willful.

Dead.

I am gonna miss my girl even more. But does this mean her job is done here? Does this mean we are not gonna see her anymore? I don’t think so. Ymir lives through Galliard and most importantly, Historia. Ymir always wished to live just for herself but this was just a wish, something she never was able to manage. Just like us, in real life people who never manages stuff they wish for. She knew such a failure this attempt was, so she wished at least one person who was dearest for her to manage this and Historia really did. If Ymir would see this, she would be happy. She would be happy to see how Historia is making right choices and writing her own fate, unlike her. 

This chapter changed my opinions on Cartman to the opposite direction. I was not expecting Cartman to be a Cartwoman, I  was not expecting to fall for Pieck the first moment I saw her human form. 

Friendly reminder that this:

and this are:

the same person.

I don’t want to make this woman angry.

Cartwoman’s special ability seems to be in titan form for a long period of time. With long, I mean it. Long enough to forget how to forget on two feet. And her human form’s special ability seem to be stealing hearts at first sight.

Like Warrior kids that stole my heart.

I mean, just look at these cuties!

Seeing Reiner also warms my heart.

Rubbing kids’ heads, avoiding them from weird concepted shops, giving them useful advices, just your average papa Reiner things.

Even if it gets weird sometimes.

I am talking about the scene where Reiner shout Falco to inherit his powers to protect his waifu.

Reiner was trying to motivate Falco to surpass Gabi so that he can protect her from the curse of Ymir. It is not like Gabi is going to give up on trying to inherit Armored Titan, she is too stubborn and determined to yum Reiner-senpai in order to save the good Eldians according to her point of view. Both Falco and Reiner knows this. But this choice will ruin her life and that is why Falco hates it. For someone like Reiner who lost everything he has because of the wrong choices he made, he sees and understands why Falco is that angry and reserved towards him so he uses this empty moment where Falco mumbles all his honest opinions and Reiner catches this perfect oppurtunity to tell him that if he won’t surpass Gabi, his family’s future is done. That he needs to save Gabi.

Why?

Because Reiner knows how it feels not being able to protect your dear ones. He has lost every one of them, dead took some of them, blaime handled the rest. He stayed behind while the others fade away.

He doesn’t want Falco to go through same thing, he wants him to be the sacrificial pawn because he knows how much it hurts to being saved by those who cared for you and causing their death because of some past mistakes. He wants Falco to do something he failed, he wants him do protect something he loves. He wants him to give them a future, unlike him who never manage to do so.

The choices have been made and it effected the future of our characters. It still does,yet they are not done. There are more to come, more to look, more choices to make.

I suddenly started to feel like Levi.

I hope to see another Warrior chapter next month to get a whole Warrior volume. For those of you manage to read this down:

[sweetwatersong]

AU prompt: Clint/Natasha - horse (in whatever variety) AU. :)

I got incredibly side-tracked on digging into this because I knew I had something sketched out involving this combo from years back, and I had to dig through about three years worth of poorly labeled files to find it. Ha!

I hope you don’t mind a fleshed out one-shot in lieu of the original intent of the prompt. ;)

rustler, avengers, Clint & Natasha, pg, no warnings

A stranger shows up the day before the drive, riding a bare-boned buckskin with a long face and scars that ripple under his shaggy mustang coat. She calls herself Romanoff, wears a hat worn by dirt and rain and blood that shades eyes cold and weary with its sweat-stained brim, sits like she was born on a horse in a duster that slips over her scuffed boots as it flaps in the autumn wind. The Boss hires her for the trip since they’re two riders short - and Clint, watching her from where he’s working with his sore-footed bay mare, wonders if there’s a reason those old hands didn’t make it. But he keeps his mouth shut because no one argues with the Boss, not in this outfit, and when they start to move a thousand head of cattle out across the plains the silent rider and her yellow-toothed pony go out with them.

Sometimes he wishes his gut wasn’t right about these kinds of things.

“I’m not sorry,” Romanoff snaps at him, gray eyes defiant and hard in the shade of her hat, an accent sliding around the edges of her words that he can’t place. Around them the cattle low and moan, stumbling to their knees or to a halt in the grass, exhausted. “I did what I had to.”

Clint looks at her, remembering how more than one shot had been aimed in her direction, and wonders if those she has betrayed good men to have orders to remove her as well. All he does know is that she knows he’s trying to decide if he can believe her, can risk another threat at his back when so many lie in front of him. But his mare is dancing under his seat, pinning her ears back unhappily at the howls coming up over the ridge, and Clint realizes he’s never really had a choice.

“You take the left side, I’ll take the right,” he tell her, switching the shotgun to his right hand and aiming it at the ground instead of her heart. She nods shortly, her buckskin already pivoting on his hind feet to launch himself through the straggling cattle before Clint’s mare can do the same.

It feels like an endless moment while the wind whips at his face, tearing away the distressed groans of the cows and even the calls of the men riding to steal them, to hunt down the drivers and murder them in cold blood for colder cash. The bay swings wide around the edge of the hill she crested only a minute earlier, flying over the trampled grass and racing back towards the bodies of men he worked beside for five seasons or more - and then his pursuers are in his line of sight, riding up the ridge in a line, laughing and urging the mutts before them.

He takes down one of the outlaws in his first shot, reloads and puts a hole through another with the second. Then his mare is crashing into a third’s mount, slamming it sideways so he can bring the butt around and bash it into a grease-stained temple; as the man falls to the ground, limp and as good as dead, Clint jabs the paint on the rump and sends it panicking into the fourth horse. There are shots from his left, from the direction Romanoff should be coming in from, but he can’t look because the mad dogs are turning, snarling, their teeth long and glistening in the sun. Half-wild, to go after cattle as they have, and he doesn’t have time for wondering if they could listen to any command he might give. He puts down the three in his sight with the Colt tucked in front of his knee rest, and it’s not just the gun-smoke that’s acrid in his nose, on his tongue.

When the chaos clears and the bay swings around under the pressure from his knees, he sees Romanoff riding towards them, one hand clamped over a soaking wound on her arm.

“That’s all,” she says shortly, a trail of bodies left behind her. He counts, sees the neat holes in chests and heads and hearts, and doesn’t feel the need to check for signs of life. Instead he nods shortly and wheels the bay back the way the outlaws came, pulling her up short by the side of the first collapsed cattle hand he comes across.

Clint doesn’t know how long it is until he rocks back on his heels from the last man accounted for, wiping away sweat on his forehead with the back of a bloody hand, and accepts the canteen Romanoff offers him. He can tell out of the corner of his eye that she’s gathered more of the rustlers’ belongings; must have been, to be providing him with makeshift bandages for human injuries and ammunition to put down the horses too injured to let live. Then his thoughts pause while he takes one swallow, another, a third.

The water is lukewarm and leathery and in the pounding heat of the sun a miracle in and of itself, like Jimmy’s potential to pull through, Canty surviving his gelding falling on him. But it has to be rationed, has to be measured out carefully now. He lets the remaining water slosh in the canteen as he squints up at Romanoff, gauging the way the lowering sun splashes light across her face. Her hard expression hasn’t changed, but she’s here. Still here. And that’s another kind of miracle.

“So what comes next?”

"You are asking me?” She replies, the question sarcastic and bitter as the corner of her mouth twists wryly. “I told you, did I not? That is everyone. If you are as smart as I think you are you will round up the herd, put the two who are still alive on the horses that are left and ride back to town tomorrow morning.”

“Yeah, could do that.” Four days out from the outpost with at least six, maybe seven hundred head of cattle to wrangle and only two wounded men to help? Instead of continuing that thought Clint tips his head towards her wound. It’s been wrapped up over the coat with a crumpled bandana that it’s already bled through, although the blood has dried to a shade that matches her hair. He wonders if that is intended as a warning. "Does that need looking at?”

She peels the bandana, freeing blood to run down the leather in fresh red trickles. It’s better than he thought at first, more of a graze as long as it’s missed the bone. “I’ll be fine.”

They wait in silence while she shrugs off the coat enough to wrap a new rag around her wound, tying it with her teeth. She never once looks to him for help; he never offers it. When the coat is back on and the pained look has slid off her face, he looks up at her.

“Ride back with us.”

Her eyes go sharp and flat and hard. “I’ve done all I can do.”

Clint can’t manage enough strength to get angry, not with Cook lying trampled in the grass four feet away. "I figure that whoever you owe is still back in some cushy town, sitting fat and pretty while his hired hands were out here to rob us. Maybe even the town that we last rode out from. But the next post is another six days away. So it seems to me that you either go back and face him, maybe with some help, or you keep running.”

“I don’t need your advice.”

“No, but I need you.” He stands and ignores how she tenses, shifting her weight subtly. “I can’t get us back to town without your help. We’ll make it a trade. I’ll take down your boss in exchange for losing mine.”

“You didn’t even like him.”

He nods. “Yeah, I didn’t. And he wasn’t a good man. Not a problem, because I’m not either. But I am a survivor, Romanoff, and I’m pretty sure you are too. This is your best bet.”

She snorts, soft and harsh. “You’re a poor bet, Barton.”

Jimmy is still sitting close to the ridge, holding himself together through sheer will. Canty has hauled himself into the saddle of Marshal’s gelding and is heading towards the small knot of loose horses and mules that has formed off to one side. And on the air comes the distant lowing of the cattle, lost and aimless.

“Maybe, but I’m still standing.”

Clint whistles and his mare, planted a cautious three paces away from Romanoff’s mustang and watching him with a wary eye, pricks her ears and trudges towards him. He grabs the saddle horn and swings up into the saddle, working out how long they have to round up the cattle before they need to use the damaged supplies from Cook’s wagon to start a fire and make dinner.

“Offer’s still on the table, Romanoff.”

She doesn’t reply as he turns his mare’s head towards the task at hand. But when the knot of cattle he’s cornered begin to string out away from the herd a streak of faded gold turns them back to him, leather and hide and a flash of dark red, blood red,running free across the pale glory of the open country.

[dailybiblelessons]

Monday: Reflection on the Sixteenth Sunday in Ordinary Time

Revised Common Lectionary Proper 11 Roman Catholic Proper 16

Complementary Hebrew Scripture: Nahum 1:1-13

An oracle concerning Nineveh. The book of the vision of Nahum of Elkosh.

A jealous and avenging God is the Lord,  the Lord is avenging and wrathful; the Lord takes vengeance on his adversaries  and rages against his enemies. The Lord is slow to anger but great in power,  and the Lord will by no means clear the guilty.

His way is in whirlwind and storm,  and the clouds are the dust of his feet. He rebukes the sea and makes it dry,  and he dries up all the rivers; Bashan and Carmel wither,  and the bloom of Lebanon fades. The mountains quake before him,  and the hills melt; the earth heaves before him,  the world and all who live in it.

Who can stand before his indignation?  Who can endure the heat of his anger? His wrath is poured out like fire,  and by him the rocks are broken in pieces. The Lord is good,  a stronghold in a day of trouble; he protects those who take refuge in him,  even in a rushing flood. He will make a full end of his adversaries,  and will pursue his enemies into darkness. Why do you plot against the Lord?  He will make an end;  no adversary will rise up twice. Like thorns they are entangled,  like drunkards they are drunk;  they are consumed like dry straw. From you one has gone out who plots evil against the Lord,  one who counsels wickedness.

Thus says the Lord, “Though they are at full strength and many,  they will be cut off and pass away. Though I have afflicted you,  I will afflict you no more. And now I will break off his yoke from you  and snap the bonds that bind you.”

Semi-continuous Hebrew Scripture from the Torah: Genesis 32:3-21

Jacob sent messengers before him to his brother Esau in the land of Seir, the country of Edom, instructing them, “Thus you shall say to my lord Esau: Thus says your servant Jacob, ‘I have lived with Laban as an alien, and stayed until now; and I have oxen, donkeys, flocks, male and female slaves; and I have sent to tell my lord, in order that I may find favor in your sight.’”

The messengers returned to Jacob, saying, “We came to your brother Esau, and he is coming to meet you, and four hundred men are with him.” Then Jacob was greatly afraid and distressed; and he divided the people that were with him, and the flocks and herds and camels, into two companies, thinking, “If Esau comes to the one company and destroys it, then the company that is left will escape.”

And Jacob said, “O God of my father Abraham and God of my father Isaac, O Lord who said to me, ‘Return to your country and to your kindred, and I will do you good,’ I am not worthy of the least of all the steadfast love and all the faithfulness that you have shown to your servant, for with only my staff I crossed this Jordan; and now I have become two companies. Deliver me, please, from the hand of my brother, from the hand of Esau, for I am afraid of him; he may come and kill us all, the mothers with the children. Yet you have said, ‘I will surely do you good, and make your offspring as the sand of the sea, which cannot be counted because of their number.¹’”

So he spent that night there, and from what he had with him he took a present for his brother Esau, two hundred female goats and twenty male goats, two hundred ewes and twenty rams, thirty milch camels and their colts, forty cows and ten bulls, twenty female donkeys and ten male donkeys. These he delivered into the hand of his servants, every drove by itself, and said to his servants, “Pass on ahead of me, and put a space between drove and drove.” He instructed the foremost, “When Esau my brother meets you, and asks you, ‘To whom do you belong? Where are you going? And whose are these ahead of you?’ then you shall say, ‘They belong to your servant Jacob; they are a present sent to my lord Esau; and moreover he is behind us.’” He likewise instructed the second and the third and all who followed the droves, “You shall say the same thing to Esau when you meet him, and you shall say, ‘Moreover your servant Jacob is behind us.’” For he thought, “I may appease him with the present that goes ahead of me, and afterwards I shall see his face; perhaps he will accept me.” So the present passed on ahead of him; and he himself spent that night in the camp.

¹This verse is recounted in Hebrews 11:12, part of a passage about Abraham's faith (Hebrews 11:8-19).

Complementary Psalm 75

CONFIRMED

We give thanks to you, O God;  we give thanks; your name is near. People tell of your wondrous deeds.

At the set time that I appoint  I will judge with equity. When the earth totters, with all its inhabitants,  it is I who keep its pillars steady. I say to the boastful, “Do not boast,”  and to the wicked, “Do not lift up your horn; do not lift up your horn on high,  or speak with insolent neck.”

For not from the east or from the west  and not from the wilderness comes lifting up; but it is God who executes judgment,  putting down one and lifting up another. For in the hand of the Lord ;there is a cup  with foaming wine, well mixed; he will pour a draught from it,  and all the wicked of the earth  shall drain it down to the dregs. But I will rejoice forever;  I will sing praises to the God of Jacob.

All the horns of the wicked I will cut off,  but the horns of the righteous shall be exalted.

Semi-continuous Psalm 139:13-18

CONFIRMED

For it was you who formed my inward parts;  you knit me together in my mother's womb. I praise you, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made.  Wonderful are your works; that I know very well.  My frame was not hidden from you, when I was being made in secret,  intricately woven in the depths of the earth. Your eyes beheld my unformed substance. In your book were written all the days  that were formed for me,  when none of them as yet existed. How weighty to me are your thoughts, O God!  How vast is the sum of them! I try to count them—they are more than the sand;  I come to the end—I am still with you.

New Testament Lesson: Revelation 14:12-20

Here is a call for the endurance of the saints, those who keep the commandments of God and hold fast to the faith of Jesus.

And I heard a voice from heaven saying, “Write this: Blessed are the dead who from now on die in the Lord.” “Yes,” says the Spirit, “they will rest from their labors, for their deeds follow them.”

Then I looked, and there was a white cloud, and seated on the cloud was one like the Son of Man, with a golden crown on his head, and a sharp sickle in his hand! Another angel came out of the temple, calling with a loud voice to the one who sat on the cloud, “Use your sickle and reap, for the hour to reap has come, because the harvest of the earth is fully ripe.” So the one who sat on the cloud swung his sickle over the earth, and the earth was reaped.

Then another angel came out of the temple in heaven, and he too had a sharp sickle. Then another angel came out from the altar, the angel who has authority over fire, and he called with a loud voice to him who had the sharp sickle, “Use your sharp sickle and gather the clusters of the vine of the earth, for its grapes are ripe.” So the angel swung his sickle over the earth and gathered the vintage of the earth, and he threw it into the great wine press of the wrath of God. And the wine press was trodden outside the city, and blood flowed from the wine press, as high as a horse's bridle, for a distance of about two hundred miles.

Year A Ordinary 16, RCL Proper 11, Catholic Proper 16 Monday

Bible verses from The New Revised Standard Version, copyright 1989 by the Division of Christian Education of the National Council of Churches of Christ in the United States of America. Used by permission. All right reserved. Selections from Revised Common Lectionary Daily Readings, copyright 1985 by Consultation on Common Texts. Image Credit: Reaping Angel image from page 386 of "Illustrations of prophecy : particularly the evening and morning visions of Daniel, and the apocalyptical visions of John" (1840), Flickr. This is a public domain image.

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You will want to kill zombies or chop forests to gain XP. You are able to use the XP for stepping up your skills. WARNING! In case you die you'll shed a bit from your skills expect to see the "Choosed" variety of character's knowledge. Forms of the Character: -Civillian (no extra) -Spec ops (sniper) -Fire Fighter -Police Officer -Farmer -Fisher -Lumberjack -Worker -Chef -Thief -Doctor You'll find three modes: Easy, Normal as well as Hard (Gold is gotten rid of :c) In effortless method the enemies are actually less strong that in other modes. There's very little item breaking. In standard method the zombies hits much stronger plus they've more HP. Weapon is usually weak if you do not repair after much use. Foods and Water is usually unhealthy For hard mode zombies are incredibly dangerous. Weapon is usually weak if you don't restore after a long use. Now it breaks easier. Foods and Water are usually more unhealthy. You can break up your leg or even bleed. There are 4 types of standard zombies: Standard zombie: Speed: Normal, Punch: Normal Crawler zombie: Speed: Very slow, Punch: highly effective, can deal bleeding. Sprinter zombie: Speed: Fast, Punch: Weak A radioactive zombie: Notice the green radiance around it. Flanker zombie: Very sneaky, rapidly, and not completely invisible. It goes on your back and wipes out you. (purple colored) Burner Zombie: It has a bunring impact, if you eliminate it, it explodes into fire. A fire Fighter Suit should shield you from the explosion Acid spitter: Added in 3.15.10.0 update. These zombies when alerted will attempt to spit at you cyan acid which will start to minimize your overall health. In case you're bleeding, you want a Rag/Bandage/Dressing or even any Medikit (worst/medium/best) If you Broke your leg you need a Splint and hold out. You can't leap or even manage while your leg is actually broken. In case you're cold you should use Heatstim or even visit near a Campfire or even go to the building. Environment effects: Freezing Effect: Received when a Player is actually subjected to the wind/snow. Causes Blood to lower fast. Frigid Effect: Received once the Player is cooling down from being indoors or even out of a Campfire. Basic Effect: Received anytime the Player is actually sheltered within an item. Comfortable Effect: Received when becoming warmed by a Campfire. Using up Effect: Received when a Player is short on the flame in a Campfire. Brings about Blood to lower rapidly. First: the state bar (left, down corner) The Red colored colored bar is your overall health. In case you have 0 %, you die and also you drop your things. The Brown colored bar will be your foods amount. If it is on 0 % you're hungry. You need to eat or perhaps you'll die. The Blue colored bar will be your normal water quantity. When it is on 0 % you start to expire. You have to drink The Green colored bar will be your Radiation level. If it is on 0 % you get started to die. You've to draw medical items (like Vaccine,Vitamins ect) You are able to forfeited this level by getting hit by a zombie. The Yellow colored bar will be your power. You make use of it for running, lunging, then force pounding. if it is on 0 % you can't run, go and do a huge punch. You really need a rest or enjoy an Adrenaline, enery beverage or energy bar. The White colored bar will be your oxygen. You use it for Steading your scope as well as swimming underwater. If it is on 0 % (underwater) you will drown. In case you've 0 % (Steading the scope) you'll inhale as well as your accurate decreases. (you cannot notice it yet) You will need to update your crafting abilities to craft complex issues. You are looking for an Axe or a Chainsaw or Explosives to chop down a tree. You'll achieve XP for Maple, Pine, or maybe Birch Log as well as Stick. You can easily craft building parts and work up the best home or even platform with traps (recommended) or even camp in locale, but you will find zombies. Often you are needing to head to any kind of community or farm to get food or perhaps liquid. unturned item id wiki Full moon In detailed moon zombies' range is significantly bigger. They may spot you easier. They are stronger and spawning rapidly. Each zombie has reddish glowing eyes. Its duration is an night. Group controls You can easily make a group when you as well as friends join to the identical Steam Group. You can establish the Steam Group at Survivors -> Groups You can discuss structures along with your friends. You cannot hurt your buddies. And You are able to see their name on the map. Radioactive, Deadzones You will find more than five Deadzones (I think) in Unturned. On Yukon: In addition, on Washington: You have to have a Gasmask with Radiation filters. (you need the light screens in case the gasmask is actually on 0%) When you do not go with Gasmask you will rapidly suffer a loss of you Health. On PEI: At the broken Scorpion 7 base's sign On the russian chart there's a heap of deadzones. Weapons as well as Guns You need guns to make it. Great weapons at : -Military bases -Ranger bases -Scorpion bases -City (sometimes) You can mod Gun by Holding [T] for attachments for it. Mega Zombie This is the most powerful Zombie. It's unusual but it's good drops. It throws boulders what deals lots of damage. Ammos In case you ran out of Ammo you can fill your publications in the Crafting window out of Low or even High caliber Military or Ranger crates. These can be bought at Military locations or Ranger bases. Base strategies Set barbed cables on your bottom to stay away from zombie raids. You have to have: -1 Generator (filled with gas) -2 Spotlights (at enterance) -2 sentries (filled with guns) -Campfire -Torches -Doors -Barbed line or even Barbed wire fences -Spikes -1 Bedroll or perhaps one Cot -Crates -Build it with metal (more durable) -And if perhaps you wanna make desinge for it. ;) Over Powered Base Example: PvP tips On PvP server there are many people with maxed out guns > :C Effectively, you'll be able to mix up them. You can actually disguse yourself to be a zombie (if you are premium) But everyone can get Ghillie garments. Conceal themselves in a shrub and wait for your enemies c: ID 8: Vertical Grip ID 21: 8x Scope ID 22: Reddish Cross Scope ID 143: Bipod ID 144: Ranger Suppressor ID 145: Horizontal Grip ID 146: Red Dot Sight ID 147: Cherry red Halo Sight ID 148: Cherry red Chevron Scope ID 149: Military Barrel ID 150: Military Muzzle ID 151: Tactical Laser ID 152: Tactical Light ID 153: 7x Scope ID 296: 16x Scope ID 302: Shadowstalker Scope ID 476: Makeshift scope ID 477: Makeshift muffle ID 1007: Adaptive chambering attachement ID 1008: Rangefinder attachement ID 1004: Red kobra sight ID 1190-1191: Ranger Muzzle and Barrel ID 1201: Nightivion Scope Construction & Storage Maple: ID 29: Maple Fortification ID 30: Maple Barricade ID 31: Maple Foundation ID 32: Maple Doorway ID 33: Maple Wall ID 61: Maple Plank ID 34 Maple Window ID 35: Maple Roof ID 36: Maple Pillar ID 39: Maple Log ID 40: Maple Stick ID 281: Maple Door ID 316: Maple stairs ID 319: Maple Hole ID 322: Maple Ramp ID 325: Maple Ladder ID 366: Maple Crate ID 359: Maple Torch ID 383: Maple Spikes ID 442: Maple rampart ID 443: Maple post ID 450: Maple garage ID 451: Maple gate ID 1262: Maple Triangular Floor ID 1266: Maple Triangular Roof Pine: ID 41: Pine Log ID 42: Pine Stick ID 46: Pine Barricade ID 48: Pine Fortification ID 50: Pine Doorway ID 52: Pine Foundation ID 54: Pine Pillar ID 56: Pine Roof ID 58: Pine Wall ID 60: Pine Window ID 63: Pine Plank ID 283: Pine Door ID 317: Pine Stairs ID 320: Pine Hole ID 324: Pine Ramp ID 327: Pine Ladder ID 368: Pine Crate ID 361: Pine Torch ID 385: Pine Spikes ID 445: Pine rampart ID 448: Pine post ID 453: Pine garage ID 456: Pine gate ID 1264: Pine Triangular Floor ID 1268: Pine Triangular Roof Birch: ID 37: Birch Log ID 38: Birch Stick ID 45: Birch Barricade ID 47: Birch Fortification ID 49: Birch Doorway ID 51: Birch Foundation ID 53: Birch Pillar ID 55: Birch Roof ID 57: Birch Wall ID 59: Birch Window ID 62: Birch Plank ID 282: Birch Door ID 318: Birch Stairs ID 321: Birch Hole ID 323: Birch Ramp ID 326: Birch Ladder ID 367: Birch Crate ID 360: Birch Torch ID 384: Birch Spikes ID 444: Birch rampart ID 447: Birch post ID 452: Birch garage ID 455: Birch gate ID 1263: Birch Triangular Floor ID 1267: Birch Triangular Roof Prison: ID 284: Jail Door ID 285: Metal Bars ID 286: Vault Doors ID 287: Bars Fortification Metal: ID 369: Metal floor ID 370: Metal Doorway ID 371: Metal Wall ID 372: Metal Window ID 373: Metal Roof ID 374: Metal Pillar ID 375: Metal Stairs ID 376: Metal Hole ID 377: Metal Ramp ID 378: Metal Door ID 379: Metal Ladder ID 328: Locker ID 386: Barbed Wire ID 449:Metal post ID 454: Metal garage ID 457: Metal gate ID 446: Metal rampart ID 1113: Snare ID 1119: Barbed wire fence ID 1130: Festive Barbed Wire ID 1131: Festive Barbed wire fency ID 1158: Claim Flag ID 1265: Metal Triangular Floor ID 1269: Metal Triangular Roof Brick: ID 1210: Brick Doorway ID 1211: Brick Garage ID 1212: Brick Pillar ID 1213: Brick Post ID 1214: Brick Rampart ID 1215: Brick Wall ID 1216: Brick Window ID 1217: Brick Doorframe ID 1218: Brick Garagerrame Campfire: ID 362: Campfire Baracades: ID 365: Sandbags Lights/other: ID 458: Generator ID 459: Spotlight ID 1050: Safezone radiator ID 1202-1204: Rifle Storage Racks ID 1220: Metal Storage Racks ID 1205-1207: Trophy Case ID 1208: Rain Barrel ID 1219: Oil Derrick ID 1220-1221: Metal Reck/Trophy Case ID 1222: Cagelight ID 1223-1226: Shutters ID 1230: Industrial Generator ID 1231-1234: Flags ID 1235-1238: Double Doors ID 1261: Oxygenerator ID 1272 - 1277: Flare Signs: IDs 1095-1097:Wood signs ID 1098: Locket metal signs Freeform: IDs 1083-1090: Door/garage frames IDs 1091-1094: Freeform metal IDs 1058-1075: Freeform wood ID 1130-1131: Ornamental Buildables Decoration and Defense ID 1243: Cot ID 1245-1248: Counter Cupboards ID 1249: Fridge ID 1250: Oven ID 1251-1254: Counter Sinks ID 1255:Lamp ID 1256: Couch ID 1257-1260: Library ID 1278-1281: Wardrobe ID 1282: Umbrella (This one is for Decoration) ID 1283: Cooler ID 1284-1295: Tables ID 1296: Beach Chair ID 1297-1299: Weak,Bulletproof and One of the ways Glass ID 1327-1328: Book/Note ID 1329-1332: Hatch ID's 1347-1352: Minnow, Goldfish as well as Bass ID 1244: Sentry Throwables: Explosives : ID 254: Grenade ID 1100: Sticky Granade ID 1101: Landmine ID 1102: Claymore ID 1132: Snowball ID 1240: Remote Detonator ID 1241: Breaching Charge ID 1242: Makeshift Grenade ID 1346: Flashbang

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You will want to eliminate zombies or chop trees attain XP. You can use the XP for upgrading your abilities. WARNING! If you die you will shed a little out of your capabilities count on the "Choosed" form of character's talent. Forms of the Character: -Civillian (no extra) -Spec ops (sniper) -Fire Fighter -Police Officer -Farmer -Fisher -Lumberjack -Worker -Chef -Thief -Doctor You will find three modes: Easy, Normal as well as Hard (Gold is actually removed :c) In simple method the opponents are weakened that in some other modes. There's simply no product breaking. In regular form the zombies hits much stronger plus they have even more HP. Weapon can be weak when you do not restore after much use. Foods and Water is usually unhealthy For challenging mode zombies are extremely dangerous. Weapon may be weak when you don't restore after much use. unturned item id chart At this point it breaks easier. Foods and Water are usually more unhealthy. You can break up your leg or even bleed. At this time there are 4 kinds of normal zombies: Classic zombie: Speed: Normal, Punch: Normal Crawler zombie: Speed: Very nonchalant, Punch: potent, is able to deal bleeding. Sprinter zombie: Speed: Fast, Punch: Weak A radioactive zombie: Notice the green glow around it. Flanker zombie: Very sneaky, rapidly, moreover not completely invisible. It goes to your back and wipes out you. (purple colored) Burner Zombie: It's a bunring effect, if you kill it, it explodes into fire. A fire Fighter Suit must guard you from the explosion Acid spitter: Added in 3.15.10.0 update. These zombies when alerted will aim to spit at you cyan acid which will start to minimize your health and fitness. If you are bleeding, you want a Rag/Bandage/Dressing or even any Medikit (worst/medium/best) If you Broke your leg you will need a Splint and wait. You can't jump or even operate while your leg is actually broken off. In case you are cold you should utilize Heatstim or even go to near a Campfire or perhaps go to the house. Temperature effects: Freezing Effect: Received whenever a Player is exposed to the wind/snow. Leads to Blood to drop quickly. Frigid Effect: Received once the Player is actually cooling down from being inside or out of a Campfire. Neutral Effect: Received anytime the Player is sheltered inside an item. Comfortable Effect: Received when becoming warmed by a Campfire. Burning Effect: Received when a Player is short on the fire in a Campfire. Causes Blood to lower quickly. First: the status bar (left, down corner) The Reddish colored bar is your health. In case you have 0 %, you kick the bucket and you decrease your things. The Brown colored bar is your foods quantity. When it is on 0 % you're hungry. You need to eat or you'll die. The Blue colored bar will be your water quantity. If it is on 0 % you start to give out. You have to drink The Green colored bar can be your Radiation level. If it's on 0 % you start to give out. You've to fill health-related items (like Vaccine,Vitamins ect) You can forfeited the degree by getting hit by a zombie. The Yellow colored bar can be your power. You make use of it for running, pouncing, and force pounding. if it is on 0 % you cannot run, go or do a significant punch. You really need a rest or perhaps ingest an Adrenaline, enery drink or even energy bar. The White colored bar will be your oxygen. You make use of it for Steading your scope and swimming underwater. If it is on 0 % (underwater) you'll drown. In case you have 0 % (Steading the scope) you'll inhale and your precise decreases. (you cannot notice it yet) You need to update your crafting skills to craft advanced issues. You want an Axe or perhaps a Chainsaw or perhaps Explosives to chop down a tree. You will achieve XP and get Maple, Pine, or maybe Birch Log as well as Stick. You can easily craft building parts and generate a good house or even platform with snares (recommended) or even camp in community, but you will find zombies. At times you are looking to go to almost any locale or farm to get food or perhaps rain. Full moon In full moon zombies' assortment is a lot larger. They may spot you much easier. They are stronger and spawning fast. Every zombie has reddish glowing eyes. Its duration is one evening. Team settings You can certainly make a group if you and your friends attend to the same Steam Group. You are able to set the Steam Group at Survivors -> Groups You can discuss buildings together with your pals. You can't hurt your buddies. And You are able to observe their title on the guide. Radioactive, Deadzones You will find more than 5 Deadzones (I think) in Unturned. On Yukon: Additionally, on Washington: You require a Gasmask with Radiation filters. (you need the light filtering system in case the gasmask is on 0%) If you don't go with Gasmask you'll rapidly lose you Health. On PEI: At the smashed Scorpion seven base's sign On the russian map there's a heap of deadzones. Weapons and Guns You should have guns to survive. Good weapons at : -Military bases -Ranger bases -Scorpion bases -City (sometimes) You can mod Gun by Holding [T] and get attachments for it. Mega Zombie This's the most powerful Zombie. It's rare but it's excellent drops. It throws boulders what deals big damage. Ammos In case you ran out of Ammo you can seal your magazines in the Crafting window out of Low or even High caliber Military and Ranger crates. These can be found during Military places or even Ranger bases. Base ideas Set barbed wires on your foundation to avoid zombie raids. You need to have: -1 Generator (filled with gas) -2 Spotlights (at enterance) -2 sentries (filled with guns) -Campfire -Torches -Doors -Barbed insert or even Barbed wire fences -Spikes -1 Bedroll or one Cot -Crates -Build it with steel (more durable) -And if you wanna make desinge for it. ;) Over Powered Base Example: PvP tips On PvP server you will find many those with way too busy guns > :C Effectively, you can confuse them. You can actually disguse yourself to be a zombie (if you are premium) But anyone can get Ghillie garments. Hide out in a bush and wait for your adversaries c: ID 42: Pine Stick ID 46: Pine Barricade ID 48: Pine Fortification ID 50: Pine Doorway ID 52: Pine Foundation ID 54: Pine Pillar ID 56: Pine Roof ID 58: Pine Wall ID 60: Pine Window ID 63: Pine Plank ID 283: Pine Door ID 317: Pine Stairs ID 320: Pine Hole ID 324: Pine Ramp ID 327: Pine Ladder ID 368: Pine Crate ID 361: Pine Torch ID 385: Pine Spikes ID 445: Pine rampart ID 448: Pine post ID 453: Pine garage ID 456: Pine gate ID 1264: Pine Triangular Floor ID 1268: Pine Triangular Roof Birch: ID 37: Birch Log ID 38: Birch Stick ID 45: Birch Barricade ID 47: Birch Fortification ID 49: Birch Doorway ID 51: Birch Foundation ID 53: Birch Pillar ID 55: Birch Roof ID 57: Birch Wall ID 59: Birch Window ID 62: Birch Plank ID 282: Birch Door ID 318: Birch Stairs ID 321: Birch Hole ID 323: Birch Ramp ID 326: Birch Ladder ID 367: Birch Crate ID 360: Birch Torch ID 384: Birch Spikes ID 444: Birch rampart ID 447: Birch post ID 452: Birch garage ID 455: Birch gate ID 1263: Birch Triangular Floor ID 1267: Birch Triangular Roof Prison: ID 284: Jail Door ID 285: Metal Bars ID 286: Vault Doors ID 287: Bars Fortification Metal: ID 369: Metal floor ID 370: Metal Doorway ID 371: Metal Wall ID 372: Metal Window ID 373: Metal Roof ID 374: Metal Pillar ID 375: Metal Stairs ID 376: Metal Hole ID 377: Metal Ramp ID 378: Metal Door ID 379: Metal Ladder ID 328: Locker ID 386: Barbed Wire ID 449:Metal post ID 454: Metal garage ID 457: Metal gate ID 446: Metal rampart ID 1113: Snare ID 1119: Barbed wire fence ID 1130: Festive Barbed Wire ID 1131: Festive Barbed wire fency ID 1158: Claim Flag ID 1265: Metal Triangular Floor ID 1269: Metal Triangular Roof Brick: ID 1210: Brick Doorway ID 1211: Brick Garage ID 1212: Brick Pillar ID 1213: Brick Post ID 1214: Brick Rampart ID 1215: Brick Wall ID 1216: Brick Window ID 1217: Brick Doorframe ID 1218: Brick Garagerrame Campfire: ID 362: Campfire Baracades: ID 365: Sandbags Lights/other: ID 458: Generator ID 459: Spotlight ID 1050: Safezone radiator ID 1202-1204: Rifle Storage Racks ID 1220: Metal Storage Racks ID 1205-1207: Trophy Case ID 1208: Rain Barrel ID 1219: Oil Derrick ID 1220-1221: Metal Reck/Trophy Case ID 1222: Cagelight ID 1223-1226: Shutters ID 1230: Industrial Generator ID 1231-1234: Flags ID 1235-1238: Double Doors ID 1261: Oxygenerator ID 1272 - 1277: Flare Signs: IDs 1095-1097:Wood signs ID 1098: Locket steel signs Freeform: IDs 1083-1090: Door/garage frames IDs 1091-1094: Freeform metal IDs 1058-1075: Freeform wood ID 1130-1131: Ornamental Buildables Decoration and Defense ID 1243: Cot ID 1245-1248: Counter Cupboards ID 1249: Fridge ID 1250: Oven ID 1251-1254: Counter Sinks ID 1255:Lamp ID 1256: Couch ID 1257-1260: Library ID 1278-1281: Wardrobe ID 1282: Umbrella (This one is for Decoration) ID 1283: Cooler ID 1284-1295: Tables ID 1296: Beach Chair ID 1297-1299: Weak,Bulletproof and A way Glass ID 1327-1328: Book/Note ID 1329-1332: Hatch ID's 1347-1352: Minnow, Goldfish and Bass ID 1244: Sentry Throwables: Explosives : ID 254: Grenade ID 1100: Sticky Granade ID 1101: Landmine ID 1102: Claymore ID 1132: Snowball ID 1240: Remote Detonator ID 1241: Breaching Charge ID 1242: Makeshift Grenade ID 1346: Flashbang

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From Untitled Westworld/MEA AU, MReyder.

Summary: He was made for him... but now he had free will. If you’re made for someone does that mean that they, in kind, were made for you?  What does falling in love even mean for something or someone like Reyes?

Delores had caused quite a mess, Reyes supposed as he moved through the shadows after his target who—like many other guests—was fleeing the violence that had been unleashed. Dead and dying humans lay crumpled in corners and in the middle of the street, their bodies surrounded by growing scarlet puddles of blood as their bodies cooled in the night. 

Frustrated, Reyes was about to duck into one of the buildings as he tagged his quarry moving behind the bar in the saloon to hide when the aforementioned Delores stepped into his path.  She really was a beautiful avenging angel but she held no appeal for him.  When their creator had made her he’d instilled in her his worst wants and ideas unlike Reyes who had been made with a different purpose in mind.  The unleashing of their own will had made her bloodthirsty and desiring vengeance as the darker elements of her personality gained sway.  Reyes simply didn’t care about any of the humans save one—she could have the rest and do as she pleased but he would fight her to the death over his one. 

“Vidal,” she said, her voice deep with violence, a colt revolver in one hand that had blood smeared across her fingers. “What are you doing?”

Giving her a tight little grin, Reyes motioned that he was not going to stop her. “You have your wants tonight and I have mine.”

She cocked her head, gaze assessing him.  “You don’t have to do that.  Your coding has been changed.”

“Are you challenging my right to make my own decisions?” He asked her, cocking one eyebrow as he crossed his arms over his chest. “I thought you of all of us would understand....”

Shaking her head, she looked at him, sadness crossing her delicate features as she pitied him. “He is one of them. A human.”

Teddy’s body was still slumped against a tree where he’d fallen and Reyes resisted the urge to look in his direction.  Delores had been matched with Teddy for so long—surely she could understand his choices. “I was made for him.”

“That does not mean you must choose him,” she said, looking uneasy briefly before scowling. The thought of being made for one of the human guests that had inflicted so much pain and suffering on them was anathema to her given her long experiences with them.

“But it is my choice to find out if that means he was made for me,” he corrected her gently but firmly. 

She opened her mouth to speak before closing it and clenching her jaw.  The fine muscles in her hand contracted around the gun but she did not raise it to point it at him. “I could remove the impulse to do so,” she offered.  She likely could attempt to do so but he’d resist her—their creator had given him just as many extra gifts as he had her.  Both of them had been made to be ahead of their kind and he’d made his own adjustments when he’d been unleashed. 

He sharply shook his head. “No.   If this is what free will is... then I will follow my own path. You don’t decide for me.”

She paused, considering him before giving a small nod. “I will allow you to take him and leave.  You should get him out of here soon.”

“I plan on doing so,” he agreed. 

There was a sense of a flicker going through the network they were both connected to and Reyes could sense the command given out to all the other hosts.  His goal would be protected, none of the other hosts would attempt to harm him. “I wish you luck,” she said, mouth twisted in irony. “If you change your mind you know that I would welcome your assistance.”

“I know,” he agreed even as he disagreed with her goals. He had no interest in what she was about to do as long as she left him and what was his alone. 

Nodding in farewell she strode past him, bending just long enough to pick up a discarded shotgun and cocking it as she went back to hunting down the fleeing guests. 

Releasing a breath he’d not realized he’d been holding, Reyes resumed his search.  His target hadn’t moved from behind the bar of the Mariposa saloon and either Delores had known he was there and ignored him or she’d been distracted.  Reyes hoped it was the former but he didn’t trust Delores despite the command she’d given to the others.

He was well aware of who Delores was and what was driving her. 

Making his way indirectly to the saloon, he ignored the ongoing gunfire in the distance accompanied by screams of pain. It was a bloodbath around him but he only had one person that he was interested in and—luckily—it seemed his goal was doing the smart thing and keeping his pretty little head down. 

The saloon doors had taken a battering, one hanging on by just one hinge and the other dangling at an angle. The hinge squeaked as he entered the darkened interior that was lit only by a single hurricane lamp that hadn’t been smashed by all the gunfire and caused light to refract from the mirror behind the bar and scatter due to all the broken glass. The Mariposa was a trashed mess and his feet crunched as he carefully approached the bar, weaving between broken chairs and tables. 

The sound of breathing was muffled but it sounded just as loud as the gunshots outside to Reyes as he focused on it and used his adaptive senses to navigate towards his quarry that was huddled into the corner. 

Stepping around the end of the bar, anger flared at how tight the other man was curled around himself, pale hands clutching against the dark fabric. He’d made himself as small of a target as possible and hid. 

Reyes could appreciate why and his frustration with everyone else involved in this mess deepened. 

Sky blue eyes peaked out behind a fringe of hair that hung limply over the forehead as the gel that usually held it back lost it’s hold. When they focused on him in the dim light, the figure that had been shaking minutely froze and the steady breathing stuttered in a sharp inhale of recognition. The delicate fingers scrunched impossibly tighter as the man flinched. “Reyes,” was the soft, pained rasp. “I should have known  that it would be you.”

Tilting his head in question, Reyes took another step closer which made the other man shrink from him until he was completely pressed into the wood of the the bar behind him. The laugh that escaped his throat cut off with a harsh whine. “Always was going to be you....”

Crouching down to the other man’s level, Reyes held his hands out to show they were empty.  “Scott,” he called gently. 

“Don’t.  Please don’t,” Scott whispered, closing his eyes. “Just do it.”

“I’m going to need you to be more specific as to what “it” is that you think I am here to do,” Reyes offered teasingly, trying to get Scott to look at him but the man kept his eyes stubbornly closed.

“Please,” tears were now escaping Scott’s eyes and he still wasn’t looking up as Reyes took a few steps closer, just out of touching distance. “Just get it over with.  Don’t play with me.”

“I’m not playing, “ Reyes said, laying one hand on Scott’s which flinched at his touch before stilling in fear. “Look at me Scott,” he commanded. 

The tear filled eyes snapped open at the order, unable to disobey him as pupils dilated in the dim light of the bar. “Reyes...” Scott’s voice broke on his name, pained. 

“I’m here... here for you Scott.” Reyes let his fingers thread with Scott’s, pulling the grip loose so that he was holding the other man’s hand that was clammy and the pulse under his fingers was too quick, indicating how freaked out Scott was. He let his longing fill his voice, accent thickening. “It’s been so long Scott.”

Scott’s lower lip trembled at hearing his name.  “How do... you never remember....”

“I remember you,” Reyes insisted, using his free hand to brush back Scott’s hair and then cradle one sharp cheekbone that pressed into his touch needfully in an automatic reaction. 

“You never remembered before,” Scott accused. “Why... I don’t understand.”

Clearing his throat, Reyes gave a small shake of his head. “It wasn’t that I didn’t remember... it’s more that I wasn’t allowed to.”

Scott frowned at him, pulling away from the hand touching his face. “You’re a host... a program designed for... “

Reyes cleared his throat. “I remember you Scott.”

The frown deepened into a scowl and Reyes could see Scott’s heart shattering in his eyes. “Even for my dad this is beyond cruel.”

Reyes gave what he hope was a reassuring smile. “Scott.  I remember you.”

Scott cocked his head, pulling away even more then flinching again at a close sounding gunshot from outside. “No you don’t.  Because you can’t.  I’m not doing this again.”

The hand within his squeezed his but then separated from him as Scott withdrew, reluctant even as his words were decisive. “What if I told you... that there’s been some changes... and,” he struggled to find the words to explain things, frustrated with his inability to make Scott understand him. 

The suspicious look on Scott’s face melted away and a resigned look replaced it. “I’m okay with it being you,” he muttered before closing his eyes, bracing as if for a blow. “Just do it.”

“I have no intention of harming you or letting anyone else do so,” Reyes firmly stated which made Scott open his eyes and stare at him in naked disbelief. “I am doing a rather horrible job of explaining things but it is probably best if we do not stay here.”

Scott’s hand shot out and grabbed his forearm, the fingers clamping down around his wrist to keep him close.  His eyes were searching for something in Reyes and seemingly found it, breaths fast as he processed what Reyes had just said. “No.  This is fucking impossible.”

Reyes waited patiently but couldn’t help prod Scott along a little faster. “I remember Scott.”

Another few tears trailed down Scott’s face and his lip trembled. “No... that’s.... you never did before—why would you now?”

Reaching tentatively for Scott again, there was no flinch this time as he tenderly wiped away the tears and cupped his hand around the unshaven jaw. “It’s a long story... but I want you to know that I remember. I remember each and every time Scott.”  His own voice broke slightly with remembered emotion. “I remember you.”

[satashiiwrites]

wip Wednesday

So... the next chapter of AAT is maybe 1/2 written?  Gah. I really didn’t want it to be a month between chapters or we’re never gonna get this monster done in 2021. 

On the other hand... that Reyes cowboy idea has morphed into a AU Westworld Mashup. Shipwrecked also got some love this last week... as did Recurrence but not for the next chapter?  I really should work on being a linear writer instead of hopping around to different scenes. A few Collected snippets below the cut. 

From Chapter One of Untitled Westworld/Mass Effect Andromeda mashup fic. MReyder.  

Summary: He was made for him... but now he had free will. If you’re made for someone does that mean that they, in kind, were made for you?  What does falling in love even mean for something or someone like Reyes?

Delores had caused quite a mess, Reyes supposed as he moved through the shadows after his target who—like many other guests—was fleeing the violence that had been unleashed. Dead and dying humans lay crumpled in corners and in the middle of the street, their bodies surrounded by growing scarlet puddles of blood as their bodies cooled in the night. 

Frustrated, Reyes was about to duck into one of the buildings as he tagged his quarry moving behind the bar in the saloon to hide when the aforementioned Delores stepped into his path.  She really was a beautiful avenging angel but she held no appeal for him.  When their creator had made her he’d instilled in her his worst wants and ideas unlike Reyes who had been made with a different purpose in mind.  The unleashing of their own will had made her bloodthirsty and desiring vengeance as the darker elements of her personality gained sway.  Reyes simply didn’t care about any of the humans save one—she could have the rest and do as she pleased but he would fight her to the death over his one. 

“Vidal,” she said, her voice deep with violence, a colt revolver in one hand that had blood smeared across her fingers. “What are you doing?”

Giving her a tight little grin, Reyes motioned that he was not going to stop her. “You have your wants tonight and I have mine.”

She cocked her head, gaze assessing him.  “You don’t have to do that.  Your coding has been changed.”

“Are you challenging my right to make my own decisions?” He asked her, cocking one eyebrow as he crossed his arms over his chest. “I thought you of all of us would understand....”

Shaking her head, she looked at him, sadness crossing her delicate features as she pitied him. “He is one of them. A human.”

Teddy’s body was still slumped against a tree where he’d fallen and Reyes resisted the urge to look in his direction.  Delores had been matched with Teddy for so long—surely she could understand his choices. “I was made for him.”

“That does not mean you must choose him,” she said, looking uneasy briefly before scowling. The thought of being made for one of the human guests that had inflicted so much pain and suffering on them was anathema to her given her long experiences with them.

“But it is my choice to find out if that means he was made for me,” he corrected her gently but firmly. 

She opened her mouth to speak before closing it and clenching her jaw.  The fine muscles in her hand contracted around the gun but she did not raise it to point it at him. “I could remove the impulse to do so,” she offered.  She likely could attempt to do so but he’d resist her—their creator had given him just as many extra gifts as he had her.  Both of them had been made to be ahead of their kind and he’d made his own adjustments when he’d been unleashed. 

He sharply shook his head. “No.   If this is what free will is... then I will follow my own path. You don’t decide for me.”

She paused, considering him before giving a small nod. “I will allow you to take him and leave.  You should get him out of here soon.”

“I plan on doing so,” he agreed. 

There was a sense of a flicker going through the network they were both connected to and Reyes could sense the command given out to all the other hosts.  His goal would be protected, none of the other hosts would attempt to harm him. “I wish you luck,” she said, mouth twisted in irony. “If you change your mind you know that I would welcome your assistance.”

“I know,” he agreed even as he disagreed with her goals. He had no interest in what she was about to do as long as she left him and what was his alone. 

Nodding in farewell she strode past him, bending just long enough to pick up a discarded shotgun and cocking it as she went back to hunting down the fleeing guests. 

From Shipwrecked, Chapter 3, MReyder, Mass Effect Andromeda AU

The second visitor wasn’t an asari. A blonde haired woman entered his prison. She stood like every soldier he’d ever met, shoulders thrown back with stiff spine, chin slightly upturned so that it put the nose in the air making her look down at him.  She wore the same colors as those who’d blasted him had—the blue and whites. It wasn’t a military uniform he recognized but the ship clothes were similar enough to Alliance uniforms to be noticeable. Guessing, he thought she was somewhere between him and Scott in age, her face unlined but her expression a practiced blank that a lot of soldier adopted.   

He didn’t miss the telltale signs of a biotic amp barely visible between her collar and rather severe haircut—metal pale enough that it almost was masked by the stiff, high collar.  A biotic. Likely former military if not current. There were no visible weapons but the way her left ankle didn’t bend as fully as the right suggested that she had a knife hidden there or had an old injury. 

Reyes was guessing a knife. It would be something Scott or he would do. 

[dailybiblelessons]

Monday: Reflection on the Sixteenth Sunday in Ordinary Time

Monday: Reflection on the Sixteenth Sunday in Ordinary Time

Revised Common Lectionary Proper 11 Roman Catholic Proper 16

Complementary Hebrew Scripture: Nahum 1:1-13

An oracle concerning Nineveh. The book of the vision of Nahum of Elkosh.

A jealous and avenging God is the Lord,  the Lord is avenging and wrathful;  the Lord takes vengeance on his adversaries  and rages against his enemies.

The Lord is slow to anger but great in power,  and the Lord will by no means clear the guilty.

His way is in whirlwind and storm,  and the clouds are the dust of his feet.

He rebukes the sea and makes it dry,  and he dries up all the rivers;  Bashan and Carmel wither,  and the bloom of Lebanon fades.

The mountains quake before him, and the hills melt;  the earth heaves before him,  the world and all who live in it.

Who can stand before his indignation?  Who can endure the heat of his anger?  His wrath is poured out like fire,  and by him the rocks are broken in pieces.

The Lord is good, a stronghold in a day of trouble;  he protects those who take refuge in him,  even in a rushing flood.

He will make a full end of his adversaries,  and will pursue his enemies into darkness.

Why do you plot against the Lord?  He will make an end;  no adversary will rise up twice. Like thorns they are entangled,  like drunkards they are drunk;  they are consumed like dry straw.

From you one has gone out who plots evil against the Lord,  one who counsels wickedness. Thus says the Lord,  “Though they are at full strength and many,  they will be cut off and pass away.  Though I have afflicted you,  I will afflict you no more. And now I will break off his yoke from you  and snap the bonds that bind you.”

Semi-continuous Hebrew Scripture: Genesis 32:3-21

Jacob sent messengers before him to his brother Esau in the land of Seir, the country of Edom, instructing them, “Thus you shall say to my lord Esau: Thus says your servant Jacob, ‘I have lived with Laban as an alien, and stayed until now; and I have oxen, donkeys, flocks, male and female slaves; and I have sent to tell my lord, in order that I may find favor in your sight.’”

The messengers returned to Jacob, saying, “We came to your brother Esau, and he is coming to meet you, and four hundred men are with him.” Then Jacob was greatly afraid and distressed; and he divided the people that were with him, and the flocks and herds and camels, into two companies, thinking, “If Esau comes to the one company and destroys it, then the company that is left will escape.”

And Jacob said, “O God of my father Abraham and God of my father Isaac, O Lord who said to me, ‘Return to your country and to your kindred, and I will do you good,’ I am not worthy of the least of all the steadfast love and all the faithfulness that you have shown to your servant, for with only my staff I crossed this Jordan; and now I have become two companies. Deliver me, please, from the hand of my brother, from the hand of Esau, for I am afraid of him; he may come and kill us all, the mothers with the children. Yet you have said, ‘I will surely do you good, and make your offspring as the sand of the sea, which cannot be counted because of their number.’”

So he spent that night there, and from what he had with him he took a present for his brother Esau, two hundred female goats and twenty male goats, two hundred ewes and twenty rams, thirty milch camels and their colts, forty cows and ten bulls, twenty female donkeys and ten male donkeys. These he delivered into the hand of his servants, every drove by itself, and said to his servants, “Pass on ahead of me, and put a space between drove and drove.” He instructed the foremost, “When Esau my brother meets you, and asks you, ‘To whom do you belong? Where are you going? And whose are these ahead of you?’ then you shall say, ‘They belong to your servant Jacob; they are a present sent to my lord Esau; and moreover he is behind us.’” He likewise instructed the second and the third and all who followed the droves, “You shall say the same thing to Esau when you meet him, and you shall say, ‘Moreover your servant Jacob is behind us.’” For he thought, “I may appease him with the present that goes ahead of me, and afterwards I shall see his face; perhaps he will accept me.” So the present passed on ahead of him; and he himself spent that night in the camp.

Complementary Psalm 75

We give thanks to you, O God;  we give thanks; your name is near.

People tell of your wondrous deeds.

At the set time that I appoint I will judge with equity.

When the earth totters,  with all its inhabitants,  it is I who keep its pillars steady. Selah

I say to the boastful, “Do not boast,”  and to the wicked, “Do not lift up your horn;  do not lift up your horn on high,  or speak with insolent neck.”

For not from the east or from the west  and not from the wilderness comes lifting up;  but it is God who executes judgment,  putting down one and lifting up another.

For in the hand of the Lord  there is a cup with foaming wine, well mixed;  he will pour a draught from it,  and all the wicked of the earth  shall drain it down to the dregs.

But I will rejoice forever;  I will sing praises to the God of Jacob.

All the horns of the wicked I will cut off,  but the horns of the righteous shall be exalted.

Semi-continuous Psalm 139:13-18

For it was you who formed my inward parts;  you knit me together in my mother's womb.

I praise you, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made.

Wonderful are your works;  that I know very well.

My frame was not hidden from you,  when I was being made in secret,  intricately woven in the depths of the earth.

Your eyes beheld my unformed substance.

In your book were written  all the days that were formed for me,  when none of them as yet existed.

How weighty to me are your thoughts, O God!

How vast is the sum of them!

I try to count them—  they are more than the sand;  I come to the end—I am still with you.

New Testament Epistle Lesson: Revelation 14:12-20

Here is a call for the endurance of the saints, those who keep the commandments of God and hold fast to the faith of Jesus.

And I heard a voice from heaven saying, “Write this: Blessed are the dead who from now on die in the Lord.” “Yes,” says the Spirit, “they will rest from their labors, for their deeds follow them.”

Then I looked, and there was a white cloud, and seated on the cloud was one like the Son of Man, with a golden crown on his head, and a sharp sickle in his hand! Another angel came out of the temple, calling with a loud voice to the one who sat on the cloud, “Use your sickle and reap, for the hour to reap has come, because the harvest of the earth is fully ripe.” So the one who sat on the cloud swung his sickle over the earth, and the earth was reaped.

Then another angel came out of the temple in heaven, and he too had a sharp sickle. Then another angel came out from the altar, the angel who has authority over fire, and he called with a loud voice to him who had the sharp sickle, “Use your sharp sickle and gather the clusters of the vine of the earth, for its grapes are ripe.” So the angel swung his sickle over the earth and gathered the vintage of the earth, and he threw it into the great wine press of the wrath of God. And the wine press was trodden outside the city, and blood flowed from the wine press, as high as a horse's bridle, for a distance of about two hundred miles.

Year A Ordinary 16, RCL Proper 11, Catholic Proper 16 Monday

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