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jungshookz · 4 years ago

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the one where yoongi hates his therapist but kind of likes her receptionist; lveb!verse

➺ pairing; min yoongi x reader

➺ genre; lveb!universe equal parts emotionally constipated and cheeky yoongi!! the man of our dreams!! i don’t really know what to categorize this drabble as but it’s cute and it’s sfw <3

➺ wordcount: 5k

➺ summary; yoongi hates going to therapy - but you and your dumb little hershey kisses make it a tiny bit better, he supposes.

➺ what to expect; “you like a man who’s unable to form emotional bonds with people, baby?”

➺ optional reading: not necessary but feel free to read la vie en bonsai just to get a feel for what yoongi’s like and why we’re all falling hopelessly in love with him!!

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“see you next week, yoongi!”

“uh-huh, yep.” the smile on yoongi’s face drops as soon as he shuts the door behind him and he immediately rolls his eyes

well

that was an hour and a half of his life that could’ve gone towards something more productive

watching paint dry probably would’ve been more productive than whatever the hell that was

dr. i-don’t-have-chairs-but-i-have-beanbags basically spent the entire session asking him to list out things that he loved which he thought was going to be an easy task because he liked a lot of things!

and everything was easy peasy lemon squeezy until dr. glittery-purple-nameplate pointed out that yoongi kept saying that he ‘liked’ this and he ‘liked’ that and he’d never actually said he ‘loved’ anything once and then she went into the whole ‘why do you think you’re so scared of love?’ thing and his eyes rolled so far back into his skull that he actually saw his pink, wrinkly brain

he knows that she’s just doing her job but he’d really appreciate if one of his sessions with her just consisted of the two of them sitting in silence while scrolling through their phones

he even asked her one time if it’d be alright if they did that just so he could tell his friend (the one that sent him here) that he willingly sat through an entire session of therapy

obviously she said no and yoongi resisted the urge to use that as an excuse to give her 1/5 stars on google reviews (unfortunately the option to give 0 stars isn’t available)

it’s just really hard to believe that dr. are-you-more-comfortable-opening-up-to-my-homemade-handpuppet-rory-the-lion has 5/5 shining gold stars on basically every single one of her google reviews

yoongi should be happy that he’s going to one of the best therapists in the city but he’s noT because: he doesn’t even need therapy!

he doesn’t even know why he’s here!

he shouldn’t be in therapy!

he’s min frickin yoongi!!

what the hell does he need a therapist for??

what the hell does he need therapy for?!

he can literally solve his own problems

if he’s sad he just plays video games all day and also eats an entire pint of ice cream

if he’s mad he just plays violent video games all day and aggressively shoves an entire pint of ice cream into his mouth

he’s spent his entire life coming up with different coping mechanisms for himself and he thinks that he has a pretty good grip on his emotions

the only one that he’s a little iffy about is obviously <3 love <3 but-

that’s not a big deal, is it?

yes, technically speaking, he’s “emotionally unavailable” or whatever, but he really doesn’t know why that’s such an issue

yes, the thought of committing to someone in a long-term relationship and the thought of saying “i love you” to someone makes him want to rip his skin off but again, he really doesn’t know why that’s such a big iSSUE

besides

emotional unavailability is sexy

whenever he tells someone that he’s incapable of loving and the sex we’re going to have in three seconds will be animalistic and primal and will also mean nothing to me whatsoever their underwear basically flies off their legs and out the window

so, again: what! is! the! big! problem!

the only reason why he’s here is because, as mentioned earlier, one of his friends set up an appointment for him because god knows he’s not here of his own accord

(also, she did it without asking him first, so he’s still a little upset with her, but she made him a whole batch of brownies as a form of an apology so now he’s a little less upset with her. just a little, though.)

he knows she means well and only wants the best for him but he’s starting to think that maybe she sent him here to torture him and not to help him

his original plan was to go for like one or two sessions and then end it there buT there’s just a teeny little detail he has yet to mention

there is one (1) thing that keeps him coming back every week

he’d even go as far as to say that this thing is the only thing that motivates him to continue to waste his hard-earned money on these weekly appointments

and that thing is-

“yoongi!” your eyes light up and yoongi can’t help but smile at how excited you are to see him even though you literally saw him when he was checking in an hour and a half ago, “how was your session?”

“it was-”

“oh, wait!” you gasp before pressing a finger up against your lips, “i don’t know if i’m legally allowed to ask you that. pretend i didn’t said anything.”

“my session was fine-” yoongi ignores you as he folds his arms up on the counter and leans forward, “i’m still dead on the inside and the concept of love remains ever so terrifying, so… yeah! everything’s pretty much the same.”

“ah, yes.” you lean forward as well, “that’s exactly what every girl wants to hear.”

“oh yeah?” the corner of yoongi’s mouth twitches in a smirk, “you like a man who’s unable to form emotional bonds with people, baby?” he asks in a particularly sultry tone and you grin in response

“you gotta stop calling me that before i fully fall in love with you, yoongi-” you sigh dramatically before flittering your lashes at him and yoongi laughs lightly, “well, it is what it is. one day at a time, right?”

“baby steps.” yoongi hums and you nod in agreement before suddenly perking up

“hey- you want a kiss?”

another reason why yoongi enjoys your company is because you keep a little gumball machine on your desk

except you despise gumballs (you told him that on his very first day here when he asked you why there were no gumballs in what was obviously a mini gumball machine) so you filled it up with hershey’s chocolate kisses instead (you change the flavour of them every week! last week they were the milk chocolate almond ones)

“a kiss? from you?” yoongi digs his hands into his pockets, “at least let me put some chapstick on first, darling.”

“you know what i mean, yoongi.” you roll your eyes playfully before plopping the machine down in front of him, “they’re the cookies and creme ones this week!”

"mhm. whatever helps you sleep at night, y/n.”

♡

“see you next week, yoongi!”

“you got it, chief.” yoongi forces a smile before promptly shutting the door behind him

he lets out a huff before shaking his hair out of his eyes

somehow the hour and a half in there felt more like four hours and a half

he kept looking at the clock and whenever he thought that at least a good twenty minutes had gone by, it’d turn out that only like two and a half minutes had gone by!

he feels like maybe once the door is shut that time just ceases to exist

today he was forced to talk about all of the romantic relationships he’s ever had and that’s something that he’s never really discussed with… anyone, really.

not even his closest friends!

yoongi’s had a multitude of flings but he’s been in three serious-ish relationships (yes, he knows that’s a huge surprise) - obviously none of them worked out because he’s now in therapy for his intimacy issues, but still

needless to say, they messed him up pretty bad

see, his problem was (and you probably wouldn’t be able to guess it after looking at him) the fact that he… fell in love too hard and way too fast.

his first one was in high school - he was pretty much ready to marry this girl and even gave her a promise ring to which she freaked out and broke up with him on the spot

(she said she felt that it would be better if they broke up since they were both going off to different universities and long distance relationships were tough)

(on the same day they broke up she immediately changed her facebook status back to single which yoongi thought was a pretty icy thing to do)

his second one was in his first year of university (not very long after the high school breakup because that’s how desperate he was to fall in love again) and he wasn’t super sure if he loved this person or if he just wanted to fill the empty void inside of him bUT after two months of dating yoongi asked them if they wanted to move into the same dorm together for the second semester of first year - they said no.

and then they broke up with him.

and yoongi ended up with a single-person dorm, which was great!

:D because it meant no one could hear him crying himself to sleep at night worrying that he would never find true love and that no one would ever love him :D

and finally, with his last relationship, he told [unnamed person because yoongi would like to keep that private, thank you very much] that he loved them, like, two weeks after they’d started properly dating (they’d known each other for a year before getting together so yoongi didn’t think it was that weird. it’s not that weird, right??)

long story short, they didn’t say it back, and instead responded with: “oh! thank… you?” and that was a pretty devastating (and humiliating) blow for yoongi and it was after that breakup that he decided that things just had to change

he couldn’t be this person for the rest of his life!

this pathetic wimpy shrimPY little ‘<3 i love you <3’ weak-ass PUNK

eventually he figured that if he just turned all his emotions off, he wouldn’t run into anymore issues

it’s like that saying mo’ money mo’ problems except in this case it would be less emotions less problems

and he thinks it’s been working out pretty well for him so far!

he’s never gotten attached to any of his one-night stands (although he can’t say the same for them, because c’mon - he’s an absolute catch)

and he kind of takes pleasure knowing that they want to have something more with him when he doesn’t want anything at all

he likes playing with feelings

it’s like dangling a piece of candy over a little baby

it’s fun!

…does that make him a twisted individual?

is he going to go to hell for being a little emotionally manipulative?

also he always finds himself snickering whenever one of his friends started talking about how much they love (gags) their significant others

even the one who sent him here - she just started dating someone in her apartment building - is fully in love with her significant other (he might even go as far to say it was love at first sight for the both of them (double gag)) and sometimes yoongi has to shove a croissant into her mouth just to get her to stop blabbing about how fond she is of her boyfriend

after all this time, yoongi has finally figured out that love is merely a concept

it’s not real!

it’s an idea.

love is not real.

so, again - yoongi genuinely doesn’t see the issue with being emotionally unavailable.

this isn’t just him being stubborn or anything - he literally cannot come up with one single reason as to why being emotionally constipated is such a bad thing

real life constipation is pretty bad but emotional constipation is totally fine!

emotions make everything that much more difficult and he doesn’t have the time nor the energy to deal with it

being emotionally unavailable makes life easy, breezy AND beautiful!

...

of course, there is the one slight issue that sometimes pops into his mind

is he okay with being like this for the rest of his life?

because if he is, he’s… literally going to die alone.

sure, his friends will be there (unless they die before him, in which case he’s actually going to be alone), but even yoongi has to admit that platonic companionship and romantic companionship are two entirely different things

is he truly incapable of falling in love with someone?

he... doesn’t like thinking about that

he prefers to keep those gloomy thoughts tucked away in the dusty basement of his brain

he’d much rather think about-

“yoongi!” you greet as enthusiastically as always as yoongi rounds the corner, “have fun today?”

fun?

in therapy?

that’s hilarious.

“fun? oh, yeah.” yoongi snorts as he folds his arms up on the countertop, “i even got to talk to rory today.”

the two of you exchange knowing glances and you snort before quickly reaching up to clap a hand over your mouth

hey!

you’re supposed to be supportive of rory’s role in therapy!

he has a very important job

one might say that his job of providing emotional support is far more important that yours, you measly little receptionist

you make appointments all day but rory saves lives

“well, i’m… glad that rory is helping you during these trying times.” you clear your throat as you straighten up in your seat

if you get caught making fun of rory you’re dead meat

“mhm.” yoongi nods before leaning over a little, “now gimme a kiss, babe.”

your heart skips a beat in your chest and you can’t help but grin when yoongi turns his head and points to his cheek, “well?”

“milk chocolate caramel this week, babe.” you hum as you place the little gumball machine in front of him

“ooh, yummy-“ yoongi’s eyes widen in excitement as he cranks the metal knob, “so, you got any plans tonight?”

a single kiss plops out and he opens up the little metal flap to take it out

“eh, i mean i guess i do?” you shift in your seat before shrugging, “sort of.”

yoongi raises a brow as he unwraps the tin foil, “what’s that supposed to mean? you got a hot date or something?”

“...yep!”

wait what

yoongi pauses right as he’s about to pop the chocolate into his mouth

because he was… just kidding about that

that was supposed to be a joke

“oh!” yoongi clears his throat, “well, who- who are you… who are you going out with? tell me about them.”

“oh, you don’t wanna-” you shake your head, “the details are boring, i promise it’s nothing to geek out over-”

“no, c’mon! tell me.” yoongi shoves the wrapping into his mouth as the chocolate melts over his tongue, “give me the deets.”

“alright, well…” you reach up to push your glasses up, “i actually met him at the club that he works at! he’s a bartender. we’ve gone out on a couple of dates and he’s really nice! he’s super nice, i just- i don’t know. i guess i just- there’s not much of a spark, you know? he’s taken me out four times and he kissed me on the last one and it was nice but… i don’t know. i’m not sure i even know where i’m going with this story- b-but he’s nice!”

yoongi nods slowly as he pokes his tongue against the inside of his cheek

well

good for you!

whatever

you’re going on a date and it’s whatever

it’s not like he cares

because if he cared it would imply that he has feelings for you

and in case it wasn’t already clear, yoongi is incapable of having any feelings at all because that’s just who he is

he’s spent years building his status as an emotionless android and he’s not going to let a stinky girl like you ruin it (you are not stinky. you smell like pears and it’s very pleasing to his nostrils. and he hates that he spent thirty minutes at the drugstore sniffing multiple shampoos until he found the one that he’s pretty sure is the one you use. and now his pillows smell like you.)

“nice, nice…” yoongi mutters under his breath, “anyways, i should, um, probably go! i’m like, two minutes away from getting a parking ticket-” he laughs nervously before reaching up to scratch the back of his head

“oh! okay, yeah-” you take the gumball machine down and set it back down next to your monitor, “are you- is everything okay?”

yoongi’s no longer looking at you and you’re usually the first one to break eye contact so this is… odd

“yeah, i just- i remembered i had a thing, so-” yoongi coughs into his fist, “yeah, i gotta go.”

“should i- should i put you down for next week, or-” you get up from your seat quickly when yoongi basically sprints towards the elevators

“yeah!” he flicks his wrist at you, “um, yeah- go for it. i’m just gonna-”

ding!

the elevator doors slide open and yoongi rushes in at the speed of light

“s-same time, or-”

the door glide shut before you get a chance to finish asking your question and you can’t help but feel a little… rejected?

even though you’re not entirely sure what it is you’re being rejected by

that was weird

that was weird, right?

it’s not just your imagination?

you frown to yourself as you plop back down on your squeaky chair

maybe your chocolates tasted funky or something?

you unwrap one for yourself before popping it into your mouth

…

no, the chocolates are fine!

what went wrong?

you chew on the inside of your cheek anxiously as you quickly go through what just happened

everything was fine

everything was normal up until the point you said you were going out on a date…

oOh, maybe you shouldn’t have brought up dates or anything like that

you don’t know too much about yoongi’s sessions besides the fact that he has intimacy issues but maybe the subject of dating was triggering for him?

damnit

you idiot!

this is why you could never be a therapist because you’d probably end up traumatizing your patients instead of helping them

you should’ve just told yoongi that your plans tonight involved NO dating and it was just going to be you going to town on a pizza at home

it’s too bad

you were kind of hoping the reason why he started acting so weirdly was because he didn’t want you to go out on a date

here’s the thing:

you… you sort of… have a little crush on yoongi. at least, you think you do.

you can’t help it!

he’s surprisingly very sweet and he has that boyish charm that you’re really into anD he’s also super goofy AND hello!!!! even when you’re not wearing your glasses you can see that he’s really attractive!!!

sometimes you find yourself daydreaming about that smirk of his

it just makes you feel tingly

...

what were you talking about again?

right!

you’re pretty sure the two of you use the same shampoo and you don’t want to be that person but...

match made in heaven?

you’d like to think so.

you just don’t want to ruin this super fun and bantery and also kind of flirty relationship you have with him (though, now that you’re thinking about it, you can’t help but wonder if it’s actual flirting or if yoongi’s just doing his thing) and you knoW he’s definitely going to freak out if you’re suddenly like hey,.,. do u,.,. maybe wanna go out on a date or something.,,. because i think i have a teeny crush on you because even though you’re dead on the inside you are OBSCENELY charming and witty and attractive and everything i want in a significant other,.,.

yoongi would run for the hills if he ever found out you felt that way about him!

“good going, y/n.” you grumble to yourself as you lean back against your chair

well

you can worry about your yoongi-related issues later

you have a date with a cute bartender to get to

a cute, very nice bartender

♡

yoongi’s jealous.

at least, he thinks he’s jealous

this is weird, right?

because yoongi doesn’t get jealous!

he doesn’t get jealous over anything so whY does he not like the idea of you going out with someone who isn’t him?

yoongi squeezes his fingers tighter around his steering wheel as he stares ahead with knitted brows

he left the office like half an hour ago and now he’s just been sitting in his car in silence

and before you ask, yes, there was a parking ticket tucked behind his windshield wiper when he came down here

“jealous, jealous…” yoongi mutters to himself before shaking his head and letting out a huff, “no. i’m not jealous. i’m not!”

he’s not jealous because he doesn’t like you!

he doesn’t!

he likes flirting with you, it doesn’t mean that he likes you

of course, if he didn’t like you… he wouldn’t be grinning like an idiot every time you greet him

if he didn’t like you, he would’ve called you out on your lame ‘you want a kiss?’ joke a long, lonG time ago - instead he just lets you keep saying it because he knows you like making the same joke over and over again

if he didn’t like you, he wouldn’t be coming back to therapy every week, for crying out loud

if he didn’t like you, he wouldn’t have bought pear-scented shampoo for himself

he should be buying manly shampoos!

like… winter breeze!

or… musky oak??

or diRTy monster truck??!? (he’s not sure if that’s an actual shampoo scent for men, but he wouldn’t be surprised if it was)

you know, those kinds of scents!

not frickin pear

yoongi pauses when he realises that he actually doesn’t mind the thought of waking up next to you

he feels his heart skip a beat and he gasps in surprise before quickly slapping his hand up against his chest

oh god

it’s happening!

“…son of a bitch!” yoongi groans as he slams his head back against the headrest, “are you kidding me?!”

he’s feeling!

NO!!!!

that, or he’s having a heart attack

(he’d rather have the heart attack.)

yoongi turns his head right as you exit the building and he doesn’t know where these emotions are coming from but all of a sudden he’s being flooded with what can only be describe as…

pure, blinding rage

“what the hell did you put in those damn chocolates?!” yoongi slams the car door behind him and you practically leap ten feet into the air

“i have no money in my wallet i only have a starbucks gift card and it has like three dollars left on- oh.” you immediately relax when you realize that you’re not about to be robbed

it’s just yoongi

your eyes widen in slight fear when you see him storm his way over to you with his fists clenched at his sides looking like he wants to skin you alive

“you are unbelievable.”

“me??” you shake your head in confusion, “yoongi, what are you-” you pause to glance down at your watch, “why are you still here? you left, like, forty minutes ago-”

“answer the question, y/n!“ yoongi crosses his arms, “you did something to those chocolates! that’s the only reason why i’m feeling like this-”

“what- i don’t- is it your stomach or something?? maybe you’re lactose intolerant-”

“nO, i don’t mean i physically feel something-“ yoongi looks around before leaning in, “i’m feeling something.”

you frown

“yoongi, the chocolates aren’t special chocolates, if that’s what you’re implying. there are kids that come to the office, i can’t go around giving out marijuana infused hershey kisses-”

“i don’t want you to go out with your nice bartender guy!” yoongi blurts out, “because i… i want you to go out with me instead.”

you pull back in surprise before tilting your head curiously

…what?

“what do you- what are- what?” you ask incredulously before narrowing your eyes at him

did he just... ask you out?

yoongi swallows nervously

his pure rage has now been replaced by pure anxiety

“i’m saying that i-” yoongi shoves his hands into the pockets of his jeans, “i’m- i wanna be the one to take you out. o-on a date. or whatever they’re called.”

“you wanna take me out on a date?” you ask dumbly and yoongi rolls his eyes

“a.. i mean i guess it’s technically a da..ate...” yoongi’s mouth goes dry and you can see the panic quickly filling his pretty brown eyes

“we don’t- we don’t have to call it a date!” you perk up, “we can just... we can call it a... flirty hangout!”

“a flirty hangout?”

“a flangout.”

yoongi takes a second to think it over

a flangout

yeah!

he can do a flangout because a flangout is noT a date

“i’m sorry, i just-” you wave a hand in front of yourself, “i thought your whole schtick was that you didn’t believe in dates- flangouts- and ooey-gooey holding hands related situations, so why would you wanna-”

“because i like you!” yoongi groans before looking away from you and running a hand through his hair, “i think? i don’t know, okay? i know that i’m definitely attracted to- i just- you make me- i like talking to you after my sessions are over, and i like that you keep a gumball machine on your desk even though it still doesn’t make sense to me that you’ve filled it with kisses and not with actual gumballs, and i like that even though you know i, professionally speaking, have very intense intimacy issues, i-i like that you don’t judge me for it...” he trails off before letting out a breath and turning back to face you, “you can say no, obviously, but… i just think you’re really pretty and i think you know exactly what you’re doing whenever you ask me if i want a kiss.”

you blink owlishly at yoongi and he immediately feels like he’s about to projectile vomit everywhere

see??

this is exactly what he means when he says that feelings make literally everything ten times more complicated

he just told you that he likes you and now he just made things awkward!

which means noW he has to go find a new therapist-

wait, no

nope! he’s not going to find another therapist - he’s just going to noT go to therapy

why?

because min frickin’ yoongi doesn’t need therapy-

“i do.” yoongi looks at you with wide eyes when you suddenly speak up

you do

did… did he PROPOSE to you?!

great!!

of course he did!!

his feelings are back and they’re even worse than before-

“i do know exactly what i’m doing whenever i ask you if you wanna kiss-“ you hold up a finger to correct yourself, “if you want a kiss.”

“i’m happy with either one of those options-“

“there is one minor issue, though.” you turn your phone around to show yoongi, “what am i supposed to tell sweet tae?”

“who the hell is tae- ohhhh, bartender guy.” yoongi winces as he glances at your texts briefly, “i forgot about him.”

“nice bartender guy!!” you push your bottom lip out in a pout as you scroll through your texts with taehyung

:-(

his last message to you was ‘excited for tonight!! see you soon :-)’

:-(((((((

“do you… do you genuinely like him?” yoongi asks cautiously

“i mean, i- i don’t noT like him, you know?” you sigh and reach up to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, “it’s just that… he’s so nice-”

“okay, i think we’ve got that part covered-”

“i don’t wanna break his heart!!” you whine, “what do i do?!”

“alright, here’s what you’re going to do-” yoongi clears his throat, “you go out with him tonight-”

“but i don’t want to lead him o-”

“you go out with nice bartender tae tonight to tell him that it’s over. and you tell him that you’ve really enjoying spending time with him, but you feel like the two of you would be better off as friends. it’s simple, it’s clean, it’s straight to the point! no harm, no foul.” yoongi dusts his hands off before smiling proudly, “and then i’ll take you to the mcdonalds drive-thru for dessert.”

“i mean, i guess so…” you purse your lips in thought, “should i, like… if he kisses me or something, should i kiss him back?”

“you’re going to pity-kiss him?” yoongi gasps dramatically before tutting at you, “wow. and i’m the one in therapy.”

“wha-”

“now, c’mon-” yoongi places his hand on the small of your back as he leads you towards his car, “let me drive you to your gross date so that we can go on our cool flangout afterwards-”

“you know, they’re doing a limited edition chips ahoy mcflurry right now-“ you grin excitedly as yoongi opens the door for you, “you wanna split one with me?”

“split one?” yoongi scoffs and bends down a little so he can look you directly in the eye, the corner of his mouth curling upwards in a teasing smirk, “baby, i’ll get you your very own mcflurry-”

(it turns out that taehyung actually planned to end things tonight, too - he said if you ever made your way back to his bar he’d give you a cocktail on the house! so, it looks like you can have your cake and eat it too.)

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synnthamonsugar · 4 years ago

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Savathun's Trip to the Last City

Now that we have a clearer picture of what’s going on with Savathun I decided to compile the last year’s worth of her POV lore pieces together.

This is super long, and has spoilers for Path of the Splicer VI / Beneath the Endless Night VII, so I’m putting it under a cut.

Credit to @xivuuarath for reading through this and adding some of their ideas! We talked about more beyond what’s posted here, but this is getting long, so maybe that would be better saved for a part two.

1. Traveler's Chosen (Season of Arrivals)

This piece is told from the POV of a narrator viewing the events through an "ossific den". Based on later lore pieces, I'm certain the narrator is Savathun. Given that ahamkara bones have been compromised by her, and that Shaxx has an ahamkara skull slung up in his station, it’s safe to assume this is Sav’s vantage point.

That said, I don't believe Savathun is observing Shaxx, but rather Zavala, struggling in the wake of the Darkness' encroachment on the system and his colleagues' refusals to evacuate to safety. She seems pleased to find Zavala in a desperate state, and watches as he has a silent conversation with the Traveler. Of note is that she's waiting for it to respond.

He waits for a response and I do as well, tense, curious. [ . . . ] It is no time at all for me, but for him, the hours creep by in silence.

I am ready to choke the voice of his Traveler if it answers him, but there is nothing.

2. Harbinger Mission (Season of the Hunt)

Thank you to @xivuuarath for pointing this out since I didn’t include it the first time around. During the Harbinger mission Savathun’s forces are attempting to secure a Shard of the Traveler in the EDZ. Of note is that they aren’t trying to destroy it, but rather siphon the Light from it.

Given that the Shard of the Traveler is what allowed our Guardian to jumpstart their Light when they lost it during the Red War, and is what allowed Uldren Sov to break into the Dreaming City during the events of Forsaken, we can assume it’s useful to lightbearers and mortals alike. Make note of this, because it becomes potentially relevant later on.

2.5. Hawkmoon (Season of the Hunt)

From an unknown vantage point, Savathun watches The Guardian and Crow celebrate their defeat of her Taken at the Shard of the Traveler. Unlike Zavala, she can find no weak points in Crow or the Guardian, only happiness. This awakens something in her.

What is this feeling? I did not ask for it. I do not understand it. I do not want it.

Which gets repeated throughout the lore piece. This is our first glimpse of Savathun having feelings that don't fall into the range of "malevolence" or "plotting". She yearns for her youth with her siblings and the warmth of her old life, and feels burgeoning regret for the people she betrayed.

There is a growing kinship here. Against better judgment.

This is ambiguous enough to be a comment on Crow’s and The Guardian’s relationship, or herself and The Guardian and/or Crow. She's called us her friend before but this might be the first time she's actually had friendly feelings for us.

3. Books of Sorrow: New Verse (Season of the Hunt)

This hasn't actually been posted on Ishtar Collective and I'm too lazy to track down a transcript online, so pardon the source. There's a lot to unpack here.

I walk in a city made of delicate hopes.

Savathun has moved beyond occupying ahamkara bones and is actually physically present.

I hear my name everywhere. [. . .] The sound is nourishment.

Imbaru machine on-line?

I am more than I ever was, and less than I will ever be.

Make note of this line.

I am many and none. I'm a man who sits alone in a cavernous office counting my failures. I'm a woman looking at a silent god. I'm a lost soul on a cold moon. I'm a broken mirror of a man who tries to steer the ship.

Comparing (?) herself to Zavala, Ikora, Eris, and back to Zavala again?

I'm a familiar stranger, flitting between them all, hiding my face.

Again, I think she's speaking literally here.

The people here are small krill dwarfed by the enormity of oblivion.

A neat little comparison of humanity with the krill, who we established in her last appearance she's beginning to feel regret for.

4. Retrofuturist (Season of the Chosen)

Savathun watches a Crucible match, and judges Guardians for being reckless with the gift of immortality. The tone of this piece reinforces the idea she is actually out and about in a corporeal form.

I'm mostly interested in her perspective on Ghosts here. She calls them "A perfect being", and describes their ability to revive the dead as miraculous. She isn't happy that the spectators don't appreciate the gravity of this. Weird sentiment for a hive but ok.

I look up into the blank white face. I feel its Light on my cheeks. It no longer burns me.

The Hive are repelled by the Light. Savathun has grown to tolerate it. Something has changed in her metaphysical composition.

@xivuuarath made the excellent observation that she might have been at least partially successful in the Harbinger mission - that she may have secured enough Light to build up an immunity, allowing her to be physically present in the City without being hurt by the Traveler.

Each revival is a choice. I know what to do.

Tuck this away for a moment.

5. Beneath the Endless Night: VII - Ripe (Season of the Splicer)

Okay this whole page is insane so excuse the massive infodump here.

I walk through the City on broken legs. I am conspicuous, but the people here grant me many affordances. I chose this form well.

Confirmation that our girl is actually bumping about in a human-form.

I open my eyes and search the faces of the people around me for familiarity. I did not mean to. I twist inwardly with disgust.

She's sympathizing with the humans of the City. She does not like this, but she is!

When they first reached for me, I reached back in acid mockery, and they opened themselves to me in stupid, naked innocence. I was giddy. My fingers raked their minds. I forced my will through them using only words and met no resistance.

Now I reach as often as they do, and when they reach back, I am thankful. I speak with them. I seek their company. Their companionship.

In case it wasn’t obvious already, Savathun has been running a psy-op on the residents of the Last City, which may explain some of the particularly erratic and troubling behavior from individuals / groups this season.

However the interesting thing is, while Sav used her powers of suggestion to manipulate, the humans unknowingly manipulated her in return. Not through any magic - simply through their kindness.

Savathun is doing more than observing the people of the Last City, she is living with them, getting to know them. Savathun is making friends and it’s literally changing her.

This is not pity, for I know pity. What is this—

A call back to the Hawkmoon lore with her trying to make sense of budding positive feelings.

I clench the gangling black mass that threatens to unspool recklessly from within this shell of flesh. My new arms are too thin, too weak. My new shell still bound with thick mucus. Not yet, I say.

I suspect that the “new shell” she talks about here is not her human-form, but rather something else growing inside it.

A man places his hands on me, on my shoulders, on my back. He asks if I am ill, and he sees my flat eyes, my teeth black with ripeness, and he prepares to scream. I let him keep his mind. I push breath up and through my ruined mouth and speak a simple lie. He stops, smiles, laughs. Shakes his head. He points a finger at me in mocking admonishment before walking away.

A few things to unpack here.

Savathun is physically deteriorating... badly. @xivuuarath pointed out that the body horror of this particular scene mirrors the Emissary’s description of a world with no darkness and creatures that are incapable of death even as they physically fall apart, and if you follow that line of thinking you may infer that she’s forcing herself to live through light alone.

She's approachable enough that some rando would see her in trouble and want to help her, reinforcing the point that she's been wandering about the City and vibing with its residents.

She could have done worse to the good samaritan but chooses not to. She does her mind trick and lets him go about his business. She’s showing mercy... which is something we know the hive absolutely must not do at the risk of being consumed by their worm.

Even here, basted in deception both ample and rich, the Worm cries ravenously. It has grown grotesque, skin taut, overfed, and still it howls for more. It commands me to keep it alive.

I look up, beyond the flickering net of darkness, and see what rests just beyond. Waiting for me. The Worm roars.

NOT DISCONCERTINGLY AMBIGUOUS AT ALL that we don't know if the worm is roaring in terror, pleading or triumph.

TL;DR of what I think is going on.

Savathun came to the City to destabilize it through manipulation, but could not be physically present until she hardened herself to the Light. Camouflaging herself in a human form, she spent time with the residents of the City, and found herself manipulated in return by their kindness. She's resisting the positive emotions, but they're there, which is something we've never seen between hive and humans before. You can't have a crisis of conscience if you don't have a conscience, and Savathun does.

I think Savathun is trying to shed her current form and be reborn in some capacity. I think she's going to try to use the Light to rid herself of the Worm and bootstrap herself into something new. If you'd asked me before reading this lore, I would have insisted that she wanted to become a thought-entity, but the cocoon-like imagery makes me second-guess this assumption.

There are outstanding questions at this point.

Why did she want to prevent Eris and/or The Guardian from communicating with the Darkness in Season of Arrivals? Is there a purpose to the Endless Night beyond eroding willpower and sowing division? Is she trying to save only herself, or attempt to undo the millennia-old injustice she inflicted on her people?

#destiny #destiny spoilers #savathun #hive #beneath the endless nightblogging #im glad ttp now has a challenger for lore pieces for me to obsess over.

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theauthorlives · 3 years ago

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Headcanon: F.risk’s Dark World

One important factor I have for this verse is this: F.risk is not a resident of Home Town. They can’t be. Instead, their original Dark World was in a nearby holiday town, close enough to be connected. And what was the theme, you might ask?

Simple. An amusement arcade.

Read all about it under the read-more! And then you’ll have more of an understanding of what’s happening then F.risk themself does! :D

Before I start, I should share a photo of the sort of arcade I’m thinking of.

Crane machines, coin droppers, pinball machines, DDR, older arcade games... You get the idea. A place where tourists can take their kids and have fun while burning holes in wallets in the pursuit of a cheap prize. And for a four year old child, this is the best part of the holiday.

But while F.risk was there with their family (their human family, I might add), they and other Lightners were sucked into the Dark World called “Jackpot Junction”. Like Cyber City, Jackpot Junction was an urban jungle. The main area was one large building, with twisting corridors and countless rooms to unlock and backtrack to in order to make any sort of reasonable progress; while the smaller areas were maze-like suburbs inspired by pinball machines and classic arcade games.

F.risk was a mess of emotions. Scared but excited, curious but hesitant. As the tank of the group, they tried their best to stop everyone they cared about getting hurt by pulling up a shield to lessen the impact of the attack.

There was a problem. There was no Knight to seal the fountain. Those who were trapped in the world made it, and were greeted by none other than the ‘secret boss’ of the area - an old, forgotten doll that had been a prize but had been dumped behind one of the arcade machines years ago (um. They’re still a WIP, so no design :D ). They offered a way out, but a price would need to be paid. In return for their freedom, the memories of the adventure would need to be forfeit. The Lightners swapped looks and agreed. None of them wanted to remember the ordeal.

Of course, it wasn’t that simple. Not only did they lose their memories of the events, the youngest Lightner was snatched away at the last second. When F.risk’s family woke up, they were horrified to discover their child was missing... But no one knew where they went. Security cameras showed nothing. Everyone’s memories lined up to “one minute they were there and the next they weren’t.”

As for F.risk? Well, since the ‘secret boss’ had “won” their quest to become ruler of the Dark World, they closed it off to outsiders. Everyone had forgotten about them, so they’d make sure no one forgot a second time. Best way to do that was to continue playing their ‘game’. The child was branded an outlaw and had to be arrested before they further hurt the new ruler. A lot of Darkners believed this and continued attacking when they could. But others that had met F.risk and the others would try and interfere, offering food and shelter when they could. All they could do was try and help F.risk wait it out until the fountain opened again.

Two years later, the presence of another Dark Fountain was enough to send a ripple through Jackpot Junction. The rebel Darkeners undertook a frantic mission to get F.risk back into the main building, up to the fountain, and pushed them inside before the ruler could stop them.

But instead of the Lightner World, they ended up at Castle Town, not long after the heroes of Chapter 1 went home.

Bonus while I was waiting for my laptop to charge - F.risk’s actual armour. It’s inspired by an air hockey table! The colours/design may change over time, I’m not fully set on them. There’s a paddle on the top of the helmet, while pucks are used as shoulder and knee armour. The chest and arm plates are inspired by the board itself, with the yellow bands being the overhead light that is normally present on arcade versions of the boards. :D

And you can also see why they needed to change into one of R.alsei’s spare sweaters. Having tailored armour shrink would be very uncomfortable to wear. However, the base of the dark blue long sleeved shirt, trousers, knee pads and boots are the same as they were easier to adjust.

(Listen. Armour making is not something I do leave me alone)

#fc; a world of light and dark (deltarune)#friskheadcanon #(man I wish my tags weren't erased all the time smh)

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sevenstarsinning · 4 years ago

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Summary: Raditz loses his mate when Planet Vegeta is destroyed and finds himself working alongside Prince Vegeta. When he comes to Earth to recruit his brother, he’s dealt another devastating blow when Goku refuses to join and leaves him near death. He’s found by a human and attempts to adapt to life on Earth.

Chapter 1 is here

Chapter 2

The smell of wet grass and dirt filled your nostrils when you awoke. Before you opened your eyes, you knew the sun was beaming overhead. Judging by the layer of sweat on your forehead, it was going to be a hot one.

Your clothes stuck uncomfortably to your body as you turned over to your back, groaning the whole way. Along with the nausea, your entire body ached from sleeping on the hard ground all night.

"Human, who are you and why did you sleep on me last night?" A large silhouette stepped up next to you, nearly blocking out the sun entirely.

"Thought you were just a vivid dream." As the events of the previous night flooded your brain, you realized how many unanswered questions there were regarding the handsome stranger.

"Wait... how are you standing? You were pretty much dying a few hours ago."

He bent down and grabbed your wrist, bringing you to your feet without much finesse.

"Hangover!" You shouted when you came face to face with his wide chest. A cold sweat broke out all over and before you could so much as turn your head away, you vomited all over the front of him.

"What the hell is wrong with you, human? That smells horrible," he growled, stepping back to get away from the odor but, of course, it followed him. He tugged at his armor and tried to wrestle it over his head but his face went pale before he could get it off.

"Spicy," you panted while you pulled your shirt over your head to wipe your mouth, "bar food, man... it's good going down but it fucking sucks coming back up."

He bent over and dry heaved a couple of times before his stomach emptied what little still remained. He groaned and clutched his ribs before pulling his cracked armor off the rest of the way. One side of it was almost completely gone and the rest was barely hanging together.

The two of you fell silent when you stopped and finally got a good look at one another. The only thing that covered him looked like some kind of spandex wrestling attire that left little to the imagination.

You stood a few yards away in a black bikini top from your visit to the community pool next to the bar the day before and your favorite pair of jeans, perfectly worn in and comfortable.

"As far as morning after looks go, this is not my finest. Self medicating hangover is not a good look on me," you said, breaking the intense silence between you.

"Who are you?" He asked again, completely unamused.

"Dude, you were dying in the field right next to my house dressed like you just left an anime convention. You tell me who you are first."

"I don't take orders from weak little humans," he snarled, offended you would even attempt to tell him what to do.

"I don't see any weak little humans," you shot back, unfazed by the difference in size between you. He had to be well over a foot taller and built like a tank.

He took in a sharp breath to come back with another insult but all that came out was a groan as he clutched his ribs and dropped to his knees.

You approached with caution as he tried to catch his breath. Each time he inhaled, the pain seemed to intensify. Even on his knees he was close to being at eye level with you.

"Do you need a doctor or... " you trailed off, unsure how to help him.

It was clear he wasn't from Earth which wasn't all that surprising or disconcerting living on the outskirts of West City. It seemed to be a hotspot for strange activity and visitors from the cosmos.

"No doctors," he growled.

"So, what, I'm supposed to just leave you here to die slowly? Not my style, big guy. Come on, my house is right over there." You took a step forward and offered your hand.

He tilted his head up to meet your gaze. The friendly smile you displayed took him by surprise. He expected some amount of fear from his less than welcoming first impression, but there wasn't any.

"I don't need help from a human," he grumbled as he began to stand.

"That's too bad, you're getting it anyway." You grabbed his arm to help him stay balanced and hoisted it over your shoulder. The second he let the full weight of his massive arm rest on you, it felt like you were sinking into the ground.

"Jesus fuck... how are you so goddamn big?"

"How are you so tiny?" He grunted, shifting to take a little weight off of you. All you could do was help keep him steady, anything beyond that was out of the question.

"I haven't been home in a couple of days so the house is probably a mess," you said, ignoring his question.

The small patch of woods near your house offered a short reprieve from the sun's intensity. You had never been more thankful for the end of summer. The sweltering hot days were miserable and difficult to enjoy because it was too uncomfortable to do much of anything.

You came to an abrupt stop when your house came into view. The front half looked fine, not a brick out of place. The back half had been reduced to crumbling walls and bits of rubble.

When your eyes settled on the pod sitting in what used to be your bedroom, you slowly turned your gaze to the stranger at your side.

"What's your name?" You asked, calm on the surface but inside your blood was boiling.

"Raditz, why?" He answered with a little more attitude than you could let slide.

"I'm assuming that's yours, Raditz?" You pointed to the small round ship surrounded by chunks of your walls and roof. Imagining him folding his massive body into the pod would’ve made you laugh if not for the anger over your house.

"Yes."

"And where you're from, I'm assuming you're well versed in galactic travel?"

"Yes, human. What are you getting at?" He sighed and clutched his ribs, not at all bothered by the fact that his pod decimated your house.

"This area is like 90% cow pasture, how the actual fuck did you crash land on my house?!" You shouted, loud enough for your voice to echo.

"How dare you raise your voice-"

"Oh fuck no, you're not pulling that high and mighty bullshit with me," you interrupted, hands shaking from the overwhelming anger.

"Do you have a death wish? I've killed beings bigger and far scarier than you for much less," he shouted back despite the pain he knew it would cause.

"You destroyed my house, you gigantic asshole!" You stared up at him, not the least bit intimidated.

"I'm warning you, human, your life means nothing to me and I won't hesitate to end it," he growled back.

"Is that supposed to scare me? Dude, this is Earth, like half of us wish for death every fucking day!"

Raditz opened his mouth to speak but nothing came out while he processed what you said.

Your chest heaved with a long, drawn out sigh. Without another word, you headed towards what was left of the house. The inside was a complete wreck even in the front half of the house. The impact of the pod hitting the back half of the house shifted everything and left the floor covered with valuables from your shelves and TV stand. The only thing left unscathed was the furniture.

Glass from broken picture frames crunched under your shoes as you navigated the living room to grab the first aid kit from the small closet across from the bathroom.

"Sit." You pointed to the couch when Raditz appeared in the doorway.

He hesitated for a moment, looking around at the chaos his ship caused. After crossing the threshold, he moved gingerly towards the couch and sat down next to you.

With the first aid kit laid out on the coffee table, you shuffled through to find disinfectant wipes, bandages, and whatever else you might need to get him patched up.

He slowly pulled his ripped up black spandex top over his head and sat back on the couch, shifting to find the most comfortable position. His whole left side was one massive bruise with cuts and dried blood smeared across it. The cuts on the rest of his body had long since stopped bleeding but still needed to be cleaned.

"I'm guessing you have a broken rib or two?" You finally turned to look at him. The anger and annoyance that marred his chiseled features just minutes before was replaced with curiosity.

He nodded and moved his arm out of the way to give you access to his battered side.

"How do you take care of broken bones where you're from?" You pulled a disinfectant wipe from a small foil packet and unfolded it.

"Medical machines," he answered. Right when you pressed the wipe to the cuts on his abs, he hissed.

"Keep talking, what's a medical machine on your planet?" You continued, hoping to keep him distracted from the discomfort.

"A pod... " he winced and took a deep breath, "full of a healing liquid... it can heal us from any wound as long as we're still breathing."

You placed a bandage over one of the deeper cuts and moved onto the next. "I wish we had something like that here. How long does it take?"

"Dammit, woman," he grunted when you added a little pressure to his ribs to clean another long gash.

"Depends on the wound," he said through gritted teeth, "minutes up to a few hours."

"And I'm guessing you don't have one in the pod that destroyed my house?" You raised an eyebrow and glanced at him.

"Obviously not. What do you have on this pathetic planet that can heal me quickly? I have more important things to do than sit here and answer your questions," he bit back.

You pressed against his ribs out of spite and got an anguished groan out of him. Before you could return to cleaning the last of his cuts, he grabbed your arm to stop you.

"I could snap your wrist with one hand."

"Yeah? If you really wanted to, you would've just done it," you challenged. It was a gamble to keep pushing back but you ran out of fucks to give long ago.

A few seconds of silence passed between you and he finally released his grip.

His curiosity returned when you focused on patching him up as if he didn't just threaten bodily harm. The way you were able to be simultaneously angry and caring towards him wasn't something he expected from a human.

"Why are you doing this?"

"Because I don't want a rotting corpse in the field next to my house," you answered without a second thought, "you're also not leaving until you fix the chaos your pod caused."

"I owe you nothing, human-"

"You're also kinda cute but that's not going to last long if you keep being a dick," you continued, turning your attention to his arm.

He jerked it away and growled when a sharp pain shot through his body.

"Feel like a big man now?" You chided before pulling his arm back into your lap.

"How do you expect me to fix this? I'm a warrior, not a builder."

You raised an eyebrow and said the first thing that came to mind. In retrospect, it was probably the worst thing you could've said but you were incapable of keeping your mouth shut.

"Maybe you'll be a better builder since you clearly suck at the whole warrior thing."

A tingle went down your spine when he turned his murderous glare to you. It wasn't the dying part that filled you with fear, it was the infinite number of ways he could go about it that made your life flash before your eyes.

#raditz x reader #raditz x female reader #raditz #dbz #dbz fic #let you go fic #supremeleadershitlord #7ss raditz

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drunk-onsunlight · 4 years ago

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Day #4 of Promptmas

Chapter 4: Look out the window at that storm

Summary:

Ice skating date? Cute coffee shop I found online and passed the address to Peter so he could take MJ there. Spidey finally meets Black Cat in person, or something like that.

Chapter 1: Beautiful what’s your hurry?

Chapter 2: I’ll hold your hands (they’re just like ice)

Chapter 3: Mind if move in closer?

Concept: Ice Skating

Dialogue: “If you sing Jingle Bells one more time…” & “Do you mind?” “What? I’m cold”

December 20th

The day was particularly cold and MJ was trying not to kill Peter. He was on his tenth time humming Jingle Bells and it was just 9am. MJ opened the curtains and took a look outside, the snow was falling down slowly. She loved the view of the city she grew up in during winter season. The phone on her pocket vibrated with a new message, her friend was informing her about that guy that was bothering MJ so much, people saw her as a villain when she was trying to help the city. Not that she cared what people thought about her, maybe they will found out one day. She needs to make a plan for tonight, she can’t let them create whatever they are trying to do If that implies hurting people, innocent people like her friend.

“Michelle?” she had been so distracted by her message that she didn’t notice Peter calling her name

“Parker?” She placed her phone back on her pocket and turned around to face Peter. He was standing in the middle of the living room looking at her with an expression she couldn’t read properly

“What would you say if I tell you that I want to go ice skating… with you” the invitation took MJ off guard but she actually liked the idea

“yeah. Why not? Is Morgan going?” Was this a friendly invitation or actually was Morgan going and he still wanted them to bond even more?

“No, she is not coming. But if you want to invite her…” She really liked Morgan but she wanted to spend some quality time with Peter. Uni, Black Cat and her part time job ended up in not seeing her roommate a lot and she missed spending time with the loser.

“No. It’s fine. What if we go grab something to eat and then go ice skating?”

“Rockefeller Center?”

“There is no better place to go ice skating than Rockefeller Center, loser.” It was close to 10am, while they found something to eat it could be close to midday and maybe they could walk to Manhattan to be there late afternoon and finally ice skate together.

“I want to show you a place I found. I think you’ll love it” Peter’s eyes were shining with excitement.

“Then let’s go” They gathered their belongings and went out to the cold day.

They were walking quietly when she heard a little sound next to her, a mumbling of a song. Oh, no. not again.

“Peter, if you sing Jingle Bells one more time I swear to god I will push you while skating and I’m making sure you die” it wasn’t the fact that he was humming the song, it was that she seriously hated the song.

“Why you hate Christmas carols so much?”

“I don’t hate all of those but that specific one doesn’t make any sense. It’s the same verse over and over again” Peter didn’t say anything, he just looked at her for a few seconds and kept walking. They fell into a comfortable silence, MJ loved that. At first when they moved together there was awkward silences that none of them knew how to fill, but now it was different. They could be studying at 1am in complete silence, just the sound of their keyboards and the company was enough, no words needed.

“Here we are” Peter stopped on a corner. There was a really nice looking coffee shop there.

“Mighty Oak Roasters?” she didn’t recognized the name and when she took a look inside, she noticed a normal cafeteria with a particular bar and a huge machine on the back corner

“Yeap. Come on in!” he held the door for her and she moved inside the coffee shop

“Bar or table?”

“Bar” Not that she was thinking about how a date with Peter would be in this exact same place he picked for her, not sure why just yet but sitting with him at the bar made her feel more like a friendly thing and not the image she totally could see in her mind on one of the tables

“Welcome to Mighty Oak Roasters. What do you want to drink?” A very nice girl asked them with her sight on a small notebook on her hand. The huge menu was right in front of her behind the bar hanging on the wall

“Is our first time here so what do you recommend us?” Peter spoke first making the girl look at him

“Well… the coffee shop is focused on vegan pastries and using freshly roasted beans for coffee and self-sustaining tea” the girl was looking between Peter and her. Every time the waitress looked at Peter she stumbled over her words and tended to blush, MJ have seen that reaction many times. Peter was a handsome man, she wasn’t blind, she noticed him since high school and saw him grew up into a man, a handsome one for the matter. But above the whole situation with the waitress, MJ was very impressed. Peter knew MJ so well that he found this vegan self-sustaining place.

“Can you bring me matcha latte, please?”

“For me a mocha, please” Peter didn’t even looked at the menu, he was focused on MJ. He knew how to read her after so many years

“I’m impressed, Parker”

“I knew you would like the place” he was very proud of himself

“Not you first time here, right? You didn’t even look at the menu to order” his confidence dropped a little but kept it cool

“I found the place one day, it looked nice and searched for it later” that wasn’t the full story, MJ knew that much but she wasn’t pushing it either.

The tea was amazing and according with Peter, his mocha was pretty good too. They chatted while on the coffee shop about how their part time jobs were going. MJ decided to finally tell Peter about that photoshoot an agent had offered her to do and he was very surprise but supportive. He told her about how his job in The Bugle was demanding more of him, he never spoke about his famous Spider-Man pictures so she never asked. She told him about a few cases they were working on the lawyer’s firm with a new guy called Harry Osborn and his awful attempts of flirting with her.

The hours passed and soon it was afternoon so they decided to go to the ice rink. It was a half an hour walk, just to give it time for the Rockefeller Center Christmas tree to light up. When they finally arrived it was late afternoon, the air was colder than before and she could see lots of families already ice skating in the rink.

“You ready?” Peter turned around to talk to her. He wasn’t wearing a scarf given that he gave his to the snowman they built with Morgan, but he didn’t seem cold. He looked perfectly fine while she was very cold, she kind of missed wearing her leather suit beneath her clothes

“I was born ready, Parker” MJ knew that phrase always made Peter laugh

“oh. Get out of here!” she loved when he tried to mock her while trying to hide his laugh

It wasn’t the first time they went ice skating but it was the first time alone, they always went with Ned and Betty and even May. Peter was a little clumsy at first but after ten minutes he managed to do a little flip without MJ having to lift him off the ground. MJ used a little bit of her Black Cat abilities to show off. While Peter moved around trying to do his flip, she was skating backwards when she decided to show Peter something she used as Black Cat.

“Hey, loser. I’m going to do a little something over there. Try not to kill yourself while I do that, ok?”

“I’m not gonna die! Maybe I will do another few flips over here”

MJ skated backwards again, gain speed as she went around the rink without stop looking at Peter. Suddenly she opened her arms, then used her left toe to turn while lifting her right foot from the floor, that caused her to turn around in the air once and land on the outside edge of her left foot smoothly, then stopped in front of Peter with an easy smile.

“How did you do that?” Peter was looking at her like she had grown two more heads

“Saw it on an article about ice skating flips and seemed easy enough to try it” It wasn’t an easy flip, she knew that but she did that flip every once in a while when swinging through the buildings, it was easy to do that while trying to escape. The rope attached to her hip making her perfectly stabilized, her high heels allowing her to turn around once and land sometimes on another building, sometimes on the next corner of the same one.

“Easy? If I try that I probably end up breaking my neck”

“Yeap, you are too clumsy for those things, loser”

They kept trying to do more flips for about half an hour with Peter falling to do most of them and MJ laughing while he seated on the floor.

“Peter you are a mess! You’re going to be all bruised tomorrow. We should go home and get some rest”

“Sounds like a very good idea. Now can you help me stand up and stop laughing?”

“Why? Is really fun to see you trying to get up on your own”

“MJ!”

“Okay! Fine!!!” She took his hand and helped him get up. They moved to the door where they have left their shoes and put them back on. The ride home was full of laughter from MJ and lots of blushes from Peter. They got home by 8, they reheated the pizzas they made from the night before and watched some TV on the living room.

“I think I’m going to sleep. I’m tired. Thanks by the way, the coffee shop and the ice skating, I needed that”

“Any time, MJ. Sleep tight”

“And take care of those bruises, loser”

“will do”

She headed to her room and closed the door behind her. She checked her phone to see if her little friend was fine or if he had any news. She just had a new message from him “u comin’?” She was tired but she also needed to check on him, the situation was getting worst by the second. She replied a quick “yes. Stay safe” and putted her leather suit on. She looked herself in the mirror while adjusting her silver wig and black mask on, she looked exhausted but this was more important, she could sleep tomorrow, she didn’t have any plans after all.

She checked that nobody could see her and then climbed out her window. Her belt had everything she needed for her little mission. She climbed the wall and got to the rooftop of her own building. She saved her claws, the same ones she used to climb walls, and searched for her phone do a quick call

“Hi, Em. Where are you?” He was the only one that knew her real name and that was dangerous enough

“I’m going out but I need you to tell me what you saw or heard to go safe” it wasn’t time to do small talk and he knew it

“Prowler, something about some equipment to improve his damage on the city, something big Em. But in small amounts so it doesn’t call anyone attention. He was going to take the money tonight to a new place”

“where?”

“Commodore Barry Park at eleven thirty. But please, be careful”

“Like always. I will text you when I have the money”

“Bye Em. Take care”

She ended the call and threw her rope to the next building. She wasn’t as fast as Spider-Man was with his webs but the rope did perfectly fine and she used more the claws to climb than any other artifact she carried with her. She started moving to Brooklyn as fast as she could, she knew the park and knew that it didn’t have lots of places to hide a group of people with weird costumes on. It was going to be an easy task to find them.

She was at the park at eleven, the place was surprisingly empty, maybe it was the low temperature, she was freezing too. She decided to make a round on the park, she moved between the trees, her black leather suit helped her to hide on the shadows, but her wig made it a little more difficult so she needed to think where the moon was placed so her hair could camouflage with the moon.

She found a place above a small building that was near the park and soon she saw the Prowler walking through the park and placed himself under a big tree. If she moved quickly, she could take the money and run without making a big show. When she started moving closer to the Prowler she heard an explosion close to them. The prowler rolled his eyes and spoke to some kind of intercom but she could hear what he was speaking. A few seconds later a second figure with four mechanical arms appeared to her right, his suit was simple, like a mechanical octopus. Too late to get the money from the Prowler now, she will have to do the same from a few days ago, go directly to the warehouse and take the money from there.

A second louder thud shook the three where she was and now she could see the source of the sounds. Rhino was running to the small park and of course, spider-Man was after him. The Prowler and the Octopus man exchanged a look and then turned around and moved to opposite sides. The Prowler walked under the tree she was so she took her chance and jumped right behind him.

“I have heard a lot about you, Prowler” She always tried to change her voice when being Black Cat. He turned around to see her.

“Cat, you are not a myth then”

“I can be a nightmare if you want me to” She walked around him and put her chest closer to his back, she placed her right hand on his shoulder and moved down his arm, when she got to the bag in his hand she moved quickly. She pressed the little button on her palm and her claws popped out, her left hand was on his neck and her right was holding the briefcase handle. A third thud sounded, but this time Rhino took a tree to the ground with him. Prowler saw Spider-Man first so he released the briefcase and ran past Rhino.

“You own me Cat!” the Prowler screamed and looked back at her. His scream made Spider-Man look at her, the robotic eyes in his mask moved like he was trying to focus on her.

“Damn it” MJ cursed under her breath. She didn’t want Spider-Man involved in any of her business. His distraction made Rhino run away but he didn’t follow him, he started moving to her.

“You must be the famous Black Cat, right?” she could tell that he was changing his voice an octave lower, just like she changed her voice but she didn’t care who he was in real life

“If I’m famous then I’m not doing my job well enough” she needed to escape with the money so she started to use her most useful weapon, her charm. She wasn’t an idiot, the leather suit made all her curves stand out, her long legs with high heels made her taller than most men and she used all she could to escape from situations like this one without hurting anyone

“Well, famous for me. I have being searching for you, some petty theft, you are on and off the scene, not making big deals or causing lots of trouble. Wonder why” he knew basic information about her, she could handle that

“Well, I know more about you” she moved closer to him. She was taller than him for very little, maybe without heels he was taller, just maybe “you are an Avenger, one of the old ones. Not as old as Thor or Iron Man but old enough to have their respect. Very close to Iron Man, Doctor Strange and Capitan America. Connections with Wakanda because you are kind of a genius and you probably have rejected bigger projects to keep an eye on New York, so you probably live close too. And half the journalist love you, the other half hates you” She have studied him, there wasn’t enough information but what she got was enough to set him off

“Now I’m ashamed I don’t know any more information about you” he was following the conversation how she needed it to go. She moved to his back, let the briefcase on the grass and placed her hands on his waist

“Do you mind?” Spider-Man flinched at her touch and tried to move away from her. She could feel his hard muscles under the red and black suit

“What? I’m cold and you seem hot enough to help me warm up” she spoke to his ear and she felt him flinch. One of her claws climbed up his arm

“Easy Cat, those claws don’t seem friendly” she had to laugh at that. He knew what she was doing and she was ready to run away if necessary

“Just like those web shooters, I have seen what they can do”

“That’s why you are standing behind me?”

“Very good. You are a genius after all” she heard a little laugh behind his mask but his robotic eyes didn’t show any emotion

“Just very observant. Learned from a friend” she thought about Peter, how at first she observed him all the time and with the time, he learned to look around and take mental notes for later. He appreciated that tip as a photographer with The Bugle

“Very useful. So I should stop all this and just go, right? No need to distract you. Too smart and observant for that, Spidey” She grabbed the briefcase from the grass and started moving to a corner of the park

“Just one question before you go”

“Shoot” She walked backwards not running but not giving him a chance to get her

“Why?”

“Why are you Spider-Man and not a regular citizen?” she didn’t wait for the answer. She threw her rope to a nearby building and did the same flip she had done early on the ice rink. The toe of her foot gave her the impulse to jump while her other leg spun her around on its own axis to land on the corner of the building the rope was holding onto. With her claws she climbed the wall and searched for Spider-Man but didn’t find him.

She made her way home close to 1am. As soon as she arrived, she took her suit of along with her wig and mask, the briefcase was next to her window. She tried to be really quiet, she didn’t wanted to wake Peter up. She put on one of Peter’s shirts she had stolen from him a lot time ago. It was one of his science pun shirts and she liked the soft fabric and maybe the fact that when she took it, it smelled like Peter.

She was lying down on her bed, tired of the day but couldn’t sleep. She couldn’t stop thinking about Spider-Man and Peter. Spidey was nothing like Peter but at the same time there was something familiar with him, something that made her think about Peter when she touched him, when he question her for her actions and when he didn’t answer back to her.

“God, I need to sleep. I’m mixing everything up and that’s definitely not good” She spoke softly to the celling. Thinking about Peter was kind of an issue, but comparing Spider-Man and Peter was insane. Peter had clumsy movements when Spidey was agile in every one of his. Peter was shy while Spidey openly flirted with her. Peter had a strong moral compass while Spidey let her go even when he though she was a thief. They were totally different and she was just wasting time thinking about them.

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Thanks to @spiderman-homecomeme fro the amazing opportunity to write :3

#spideychelle #spideychelle twelve days of promptmas #peter parker #michelle jones mcu

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Duke Reviews Xtra: Geppetto

Hello, I'm Andrew Leduc And Welcome To Duke Reviews Xtra Where We Are Continuing Our Duke Reviews Look At Disney...

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Where If You've Been On The Duke Reviews Tumblr, You'll Know That I Just Reviewed Pinocchio And Since I Can't Review Everything Disney On The Duke Reviews Or Duke Reviews TV Tumblr (Though On Duke Reviews I'm Sure Going To Try)...

I May As Well Review The Stuff I Can't Review On Either One Of Those Tumblr's Here So On Today's Show We're Reviewing Geppetto...

When This Tv Film Came Out I Was Excited For It Because Unlike Other People Who Thought "Who Gives A Crap About Geppetto?" And Didn't Watch It I Actually Wondered If There Was More To The Character Than Just Kindly Wood-Carver Who Makes Toys And Wants A Kid...

Did I Get It? Let's Find Out As We Watch Geppetto...

Our Story Starts In The Village Of Villagio...

Which Despite How It Sounds Is Not A Sex Act...

Where The Children In Town Are Very Excited As The Toy Maker, Geppetto (Played By Drew Carey)...

And Let's Talk About This Really Quick So I Can Continue Talking About The Movie, I Don't Mind Drew Carey As Geppetto...

Sure, He's Not Old, Sure, He's Not Elderly, Sure, He Doesn't Pull Off An Italian Accent And Yes, He Is Miscast But He Does Have A Good Singing Voice And Carey Is Trying His Hardest With The Role So I Got To Give Him Credit...

Anyway, As I Was Saying The Children Of The Town Are Very Excited As The Toy Maker Geppetto Has Finished Making His New Toys That He Made After Gathering Wood Over The Summer...

Which Leads To The First Song Of The Movie, Toys...

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(Start At 0:42)

And For A Beginning Song It's Good But It Doesn't Really Pull You Into The Story Like A Musical Should But Drew Carey's Verses In It Are Pretty Good So I Guess I Can't Complain...

After The Last Of The Children Go Home, Geppetto Works On A Puppet Named Pinocchio Before Going Into Our Next Song Called An Empty Heart As He Gets Ready For Bed..,

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Sorry, There Was No Clip For It...

And Despite People Complaining That Because Drew Carey's Performance Has No Emotion The Song Has No Emotion, I Find That To Be Bullshit, Carey Does Well With The Song And I Honestly Like It...

But All Is Not Quiet In Geppetto's Workshop As The Blue Fairy (Played By Princess Atta) Drops By To Grant Geppetto's Wish Of Making Pinocchio A Real Boy...

However, Having Alot Of Questions, (And Why Wouldn't He) Pinocchio Keeps Geppetto Up All Night...

But A New Day Lead To Our Next Song Called And Son, As Geppetto Looks To The Future With Pinocchio Only For Problems To Happen Along The Way...

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And While The Song Is Cute And There's Nothing Inherently Bad About It, It's Just Not My Favorite Song In The Entire Musical...

So, By The 4th Day, Geppetto Has Lost All Patience And Sees Sending Pinocchio To School As His Last Hope, But Even That Goes Wrong When A Misunderstanding Of Something Geppetto Said Leads Pinocchio To Get Into A Fight With A Young Kelvin Timeline Chekov...

And Yes, I Know I Shouldn't Make Fun Of Anton Yelchin Because Of How He Died But It Was Too Easy To Make A Star Trek Reference...

And Speaking Of Star Trek, After Geppetto And Pinocchio Leave The School, They Run Into Stromboli (Played By Data) Who Takes An Interest In Pinocchio And Wants Him In His Show Despite Geppetto Saying No...

Returning Home, Geppetto Is Mad At Pinocchio For Getting Into The Fight At School Starting A Fight Which Fractures Father And Son And Leads Geppetto To Go Find The Blue Fairy As He Believes Pinocchio's Defective...

Eventually Finding The Blue Fairy She Basically Tells Him "Hey, You Wanted A Kid, It's Your Problem Pal" As She Sings The Next Song Just Because It's Magic"...

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And While I Like The Choreography In The Song, It's Again Not One Of My Favorites...

Returning Home, Geppetto Finds That Pinocchio Has Runaway From Home As Left A Note Saying That He's Joining Stromboli's Puppet Show...

Thinking That Maybe It's For The Best, Geppetto Goes Down To Stromboli's Show Where We Get Pinocchio Singing I've Got No Strings...

But After The Show We Discover That Stromboli's Not A Great Father Figure As He Keeps Pinocchio Locked In A Box....

Hiding Pinocchio As Geppetto Goes Backstage To Give Him Some Of Pinocchio's Things, Stromboli Tells Geppetto That It Was Just A One Night Show Before Pinocchio Left For The Big City To Seek Fame And Fortune...

Upset That Stromboli Did This, Stromboli Points Geppetto In The Direction Pinocchio "Went" Before He Goes Backstage Again To Get Pinocchio Only To Discover That He's Escaped His Cage And Has Boarded A Carriage For Pleasure Island...

Angry Over Losing His Meal Ticket, Stromboli Packs Up To Go After Him Which Leads Into Our Next Song, Bravo, Stromboli...

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And This Is Honestly One Of My Favorite Songs In This Musical...

It's Like Brent Spiner Took All The Pent Up Wackiness He Had Inside After Playing A Robot on Star Trek The Next Generation And The Movies And Let All Out In This One Song And It Works...

Meanwhile, Geppetto Runs Into The Blue Fairy Who After The First Reprise Of Just Because It's Magic Decides "This Idiot Wants Magic, Fine, I'll Give Him Magic To Show Him What I'm Trying To Tell Him"

So, Using Her Magic, The Blue Fairy Introduces Geppetto To The Great Lazardo (Played By Wayne Brady) Who Is A Bad Magician But Is Only A Magician Because It's What His Father Wanted Him To ...

Sound Familiar?

But Seeing That Lazardo Is Great At Making Toys, Geppetto Suggests That He Become A Toy Maker Which Leads To A Reprise Of Toys Before Geppetto Continues His Journey Deciding That "Ok, Pinocchio Doesn't Have To Become A Toy Maker"...

Finding His Way To The Town Of Idyllia, Where We Get A When You Wish Upon A Star Reference...

Yeah, We Kind Of Heard It Earlier Too When Pinocchio Was Brought To Life But I Don't Really Count That

Before Geppetto Meets Professor Buonragazzo (Played By Paul From Boston Legal R.I.P. René Auberjonois) And His Son Who Have Made A Machine That Makes Perfect Children That Obey And Do Everything They're Parents Tell Them To Do...

Again, Sound Familiar?

Which Leads Into Our Next Song, Satisfaction Guaranteed...

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And...It's Okay..

While I Do Like The Song And I Like The Choreography In It, It Just Raises Too Many Questions As Val Kilmer Batman Would Put It...

Freaked Out By What He Sees, Geppetto Realizes That He Doesn't Want A Child THAT Perfect...

Running Into The Blue Fairy Again...

Ok, She's Quickly Turning Into The Cheshire Cat Of This Movie...

We Get Another Reprise Of Just Because It's Magic Where She Tells Geppetto That Pinocchio Is Headed For Pleasure Island And That Not Only Did Stromboli Screw Him But He's After Pinocchio Too...

Transitioning Into Pleasure Island We Get The Best Song In This Musical Sung By Usher...

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In A Scene That Some People Say Is Lazy But I Say Is Just Saving Time And Money As It Is A Television Movie, Through Pictures We See Geppetto Go After The Donkey Pinocchio On A Boat Only To Be Attacked By Monstro...

Seeing His Father In Danger, The Donkey Pinocchio Jumps Overboard Only For Him And Geppetto To Get Eaten By The Whale...

Finding Pinocchio Who Has Been Turned Into Himself Again, Citing That The Donkey Magic Must Have Washed Off...

Despite Me, Seeing It As Pinocchio's Sacrifice To Save His Father Allowed Him To Become Himself Again...

Apologizing With A Reprise Of And Son, Father And Son Make Up Which Leads Them To Find A Way Out By Deciding To Tickle Monstro's Uvula With Pinocchio's Nose Which He Lies To Make Grow So Monstro Can Throw Them Up...

And All I Can Say About This Is That Tony Goldmark Has A Dirty Mind...And If You've Seen His Review On This With Emily Clark You'll Know Why...

Returning To Their Home In Villagio, Geppetto And Pinocchio Are Confronted By Stromboli, Who Has Come To Take Pinocchio From Geppetto As He Has A Contact With Him That's Iron Clad...

Which Leads Us Into The Final Song, Since I Gave My Heart Away And It's Very Touching...

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So, That's Geppetto And...It's A Mixed Bag...

While The Beginning Of The Movie Isn't That Great It Makes Up For It In Both The Middle And The End, And Yes, While Drew Carey Is A Bit Miscast In This, He Still Isn't That Bad Of A Singer But The People That Steal This Movie Is Brent Spiner And Usher As They Both Have 2 Of The Best Songs In This...

However, If There's Anyone That's Really Bad In This Then It's Julia Louis Dreyfuss, With The Way She's Talking I Can Barely Understand What She's Saying At Times Also I Got To Give Credit To Stephen Schwartz Who Wrote The Songs As Some Of Them Are Pretty Good...

All I Can Really Say Is Don't Believe The Haters And See This Movie, Just Skip The Very Beginning...

Till Next Time, This Is Duke, Signing Off...

#geppetto #drew carey #brent spiner #Usher #julia louis dreyfus #wayne brady #rene auberjonois #disney

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MX Powers Part 1 - 1st Question

Asked: Yes, by @babybee05, my darling!

Words: 1743

Sinopse: “How do they discover their powers & what are their individual powers” - So, this one-shot explains more about the boys’ species and what exactly are their powers and what they do.

Notices: I’m not well versed in Fairy Canon Universe so I mostly invented here. Hope I didn’t offended anyone! Also, if you have any advice, I’ll take it! Also, this isn’t really a one-shot since I had to do a lot of explanations so it got more like a topic post… Sorry to disappoint…

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URGENT - BIRTHDAY POLL - Wonho’s B-Day is getting closer, help me!

In this universe that I created without any research there are some details about fairies:

Fairies - Beautiful beings that can fly. They can have both human and animal appearance and their wings can be concealed if they wish to. Their powers and elements are random since genetics works a little different with them but usually their elements are the same as their parents.

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The Elementary Clans - There are 4 big clans of fairies, Air, Earth, Fire and Water. They each have subcategories and variations of powers inside them. The relation between the clans is peaceful and friendly. Although they have their ‘favorites’, like Water and Air, all 4 clans live in harmony and hold annual meetings to both discuss serious matters and party with one another.

Being an air fairy means that you could have a lot of different powers. Usually the air fairies divided themselves into tribes, each one mastering one type of power but at the end they weren’t strict about staying only in one only tribe forever.

The fire clan was more intense so it’s fairies didn’t divided themselves, all being in couple of big villages and training both their common gifs and their individual ones in academies builded by the Emperor of the Fire Fairy Clan.

The water fairies were the strangest. They didn’t even meet one another if not during their twice a year gatherings. So all of them train alone or with their blood family but mostly are very calm and easy to talk to, the later being not necessarily a good thing sometimes.

Now, being an earth fairy definitely makes you the closest to human between the 4 Clans. The earth clan lived near other species’ cities so they can make trades and sell their goodies. Earth fairies also are the ones that most value family and connections, so all their youngests are trained near their own home.

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Relation With Other Species - Usually fairies stay in their community because, even if they are a friendly specie, they prefer their own kind. There are exceptions and, knowing the free beings fairies were, the ones who choose to live with the rest of the world would always be received with happiness like they never left.

They also rarely involve themselves in another specie issues but for thoses who are able to convince all 4 fairy leaders they are powerful and loyal allies. Also rare is the marriage of fairies and others beings and many of their offspring turned bad at the early times so now there are some prejudice around half-bloods.

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Fairy Powers - Normally fairies reach 5 years old before starting to manifest their individual powers (that means we don’t count flying), at the latest they could have to reach 14 years to develop them.

They are completely random but their nature (element) usually comes from genes but it isn’t unusual to the point to be rare when the fairy develops a different element from their parents. Normally the later you manifest your gifs the more ordinary they are. Not that you will suffer because of that but it’s really rare to legendary gifts to come after 8 years old.

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So, knowing this, we can go to the explanation of the boys:

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- Shownu:

Hyunwoo was originally from the tribe that could manipulate light but just as he manifested his Holy Vision, his family moved to their current home, the illusion manipulation tribe. He was almost 10 when it happened.

His family was certain that he would have a ordinary gift, like airbend or lightbend since he was born in the light tribe. So imagine their surprise when the kinda late Hyunwoo suddenly started to see pixies and weird lights! When he described it to his teacher, the male immediately called his parents and explained that their boy had just manifested the rare Holy Vision.

His parents were crying and the other relatives were having even bigger reactions. All of that just confused the little Hyunwoo. He was already a distracted kid, after manifesting his power he became worse and worse at focusing in something that was solo in our main plan.

That super rare and amazing power is a great blessing for air fairies. They believed that it was one of the last presents the God race had given to their specie. Two to three air fairies every century would develop it and they lived for something like 4 centuries or more if they took care of themselves.

The Holy Vision works like this: It’s user will see other layers of the world, layers that other beings weren’t able to notice even if they wanted to. So, the pixies they see are what humans call “destiny” or even “guardian angels”, what made sense since they liked to follow and play around with who couldn’t see them.

Also, the lights the users see are the true essence of those around them. Although is believed that the inner thoughts of someone is something that just that person knows, sometimes not even the owner of the heart themselve knows, their hearts had actually send reverberations and waves to the other layers of the world.

So, Hyunwoo could not only see the responsables for the human Butterfly Effect, he could also see the true essence of the beings around them, even if themselves try to hid it or don’t even know yet about what they are.

As the Holy Vision develops, some of it’s users could even feel temperature of the souls, making easier to tell the true nature of them. Each user has a preference and is attracted by a soul that has certain aspects, Hyunwoo found that he was rather happier when near a warm and bright souls. That’s why he found his way to Monsta X.

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- Wonho:

Hoseok was an earth fairy. His clan doesn’t have a lot of power variation, what doesn’t means that there aren’t amazing individuals. At his clan one should rely on their own strength to grow and develop their powers. That was exactly what Hoseok did.

He manifested his Strength when he hit 6 years old. He gave his family a scare when he almost strangled his older cousin while the two was playing near their houses. Hoseok just wanted to hop on the other’s back, like they always did, but his hands was putted wrong and ended at his cousin’s neck.

His father then started to train him, giving Hoseok directions on how to develop and control his gift. The little fairy got all that his father taught him quite quickly even his rules. The most important one was that Hoseok shall be super careful near anyone weaker than him that he doesn’t want to hurt.

Since teen age, after some events, is hard to Wonho to deal with physical contact. He was always the most careful one and rarely stay near others when there were not some form of first aids near. Even fans or the members were not allowed to touch him without letting him know first.

His Strength wasn’t exactly pure force. It was a magical gift after all! It’s true nature comes from the bonds Hoseok made during his life. On contrary of what some may believe, his Strength came from those who he wanted to protect not to those who he wanted to hurt.

So the more he wants to protect and help someone, stronger he becomes, more powerful he turns. Even the slightest sign of danger could trigger his protective aura and he could even lost some of his conscious while trying to protect those who are important to him.

His protective aura could be as light as just overbearing presence to as heavy as turning him into a true killing machine. Without having control over his body and mind, Wonho would be forced to end any treats that are near his protected being, making no difference between friends and foes.

He lived in fear of hurting someone for a long time. Most of the earth fairies that have the Strength end up leaving the community, some never came back. Hoseok joined Monsta X to learn more about living with his power in a society. His family was scared but fully supported him at the end.

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- Minhyuk:

This boy is actually from the same tribe as Shownu. He and his family are one of the few families in the air clan who could change their form. They are specially distant of the rest of the fairies and tend to educate their children in almost complete reclusion.

At ancient times when fairies were still evolving and most of them were pixies, it was common to humans and werewolves to hunt down those families that could change forms. So, as a defense mechanism, those fairies are quite suspicious and ative. They can’t stay put for long.

Those families also don’t usually have other powers besides flying (from the specie) and turning into the family animal (from the genes). This is the only case that fairy genetics works perfectly. In the case of Minhyuk’s family, they turn into white snakes.

Children from those families normally manifest this power as soon as they are able to chew things. So Minhyuk had a really good and kinda easy childhood. Although he had some difficulties when going to Monsta X, since he had been raised in seclusion even if he is sociable he doesn’t really know were are people’s bottom line.

His power is really cool, even if not as rare as Shownu’s one. When he is fully transformed and grown his snake form can reach almost a kilometer and is strong enough to put up a fight with Wonho for at least 20 minutes. But when he is a kid, like on the story, he can be between 10 to 20 centimeters.

Being a light and an air fairy, Minhyuk is quite sensible to the weather and day/night time. He hates when is raining or cold and when is dark. So he often sleeps with the other guys in their beds. Also being a snake shapeshifter makes him incapable of warming himself.

That explains why he has so much nightmares. When he’s cold, his body are more susceptible to bad influences, even if his inheritance protect him from most of it. During the winter he would transform into a small snake and sleep inside Wonho’s clothes, near his heart.

He also can transform just partially, so he can just have scales or the snake iris, he likes to do it for special shows or when he needs to be charming and show off. As he grow up he can control it more and more, creating beautiful mixes between humanoid and snake.

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I hope you all like it!!! Mostly who asked of this! Tomorrow I post the part 2!!

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02/24/2020 DAB Transcript

Leviticus 15:1-16:28, Mark 7:1-23, Psalms 40:11-17, Proverbs 10:13-14

Today is the 24th day of February, welcome to the Daily Audio Bible I’m Brian it's great to be here with you, once again it’s always so fun to say from the shores of the Sea of Galilee, which is where we’re kind of camping out here. We spent the day yesterday in the North country. So, went all the way as far north as you can. So, we were bordering Syria and Lebanon and investigating the Golan Heights. And today we’ll be all around…all around the lake. We can talk about that in a little bit. Let's dive into the Scriptures and allow them to speak because that's what we need today. So, we’re reading from the Christian Standard Bible this week. Today, Leviticus chapter 15 verse 1 through 16 verse 28.

Commentary:

Okay. The book of Leviticus, right? I mean today we get to one of these great passages of Scripture where we get to talk about male members and emissions and discharges and menstruation, you know, like all the kinds of stuff we wish we could talk about every day. And it sets up another vivid contrast by the time we get to the book of Mark, but let's not so hastily leave behind menstruation and discharges and emissions. I mean, like let's talk about it. Why is this in the Bible? Like, why are any of these things in the book of Leviticus in the Bible? We’ve talked before about what's going on here. These are the regulations. These are the laws. This is what will hold this culture that is being formed together. This is what they will do. We've also noticed in the past that every command there…is connected to a spiritual reality or a spiritual underpinning. So, that what's being baked in here is that everything that they do reminds them of who God is and who they are. And, so, we’re reading some pretty tedious things that they have to observe. And, you know, like just every little thing we’re saying, “man what a hardship it would’ve been to try to live like that.” But we have to not forget they’re in the wilderness and there are no conveniences. So, something is emerging here out of all of these rules and regulations. Like, wow, “this is pretty tedious. Personal hygiene things. How to take care of mold and mildew. What to do with a skin rash. Like how to properly give offerings to God.” Like there’s a lot going on but when you realize when these things become a part of their story, everything that they do reminds them of their identity and their God. So, you know, the things that we read about today, personal things, very personal things would be the sorts of practical things you would want to consider if you are in a…a…a mobile community that has over a million people, right? Like, if you're in a mobile portable community even with thousands of people you wouldn't want to be exchanging blood or to come into contact with each other's blood or discharges, right? You wouldn't want to be in contact with people's secretions of any sort, because if there's a communicable disease you may get it, you may spread it, it could spread through the entire community, it could be a very big problem. We’ve noticed this before. And, so, we can we can see the practical reasons that this law would be established at this time, but underneath it all, underneath all of it, I mean, there are practical reasons for all of these things for this culture, but underneath all of it something is emerging, that there is clean and that there is unclean. There is clean and proper physical hygiene and there is unclean hygiene, right? There are ways to keep your dishes and utensils clean or leave them unclean. But if you leave them unclean then your foods gonna rot, like it's gonna get…gonna get nasty and eventually make you sick. Like that's not going to work in this kind of culture. It doesn't work in ours. In our modern era we have all a lot of new inventions about how to stay clean, physically, like how to take care of hygiene. They didn't. So, they had to be meticulous about it. But underneath it all is a spiritual reality. There is clean and there is unclean within you.

So, if we stop here in the book of Leviticus and then just like get in our time machine and warp forward a couple millennia, get in the first century and come back up alongside Jesus again we see that these keepers of the law, the scribes and Pharisees and Sadducees, they’ve come from Jerusalem and gathered around Jesus to question Him and they’re talking about these things. “Why don't your disciples, wash their hands? Why are they washing with ceremonially unclean hands? Why don't they follow the traditions of the elders?” And then this is once again where Jesus is basically saying, “you've lost the plot. You've lost the spirit of all of this. Underneath it is a spiritual reality that you of lost and forgotten. And, so, now all you have is an ancient rule you're trying to obey. Obeying that rule isn’t going to do anything for you if you don't understand how it is there to remind you that there is clean and unclean inside you.” So, Jesus is saying, like “it's always been about your heart not about controlling you or anyone else and not about giving you the power to control everybody else. It's always been about your heart and you are ignoring that altogether. So, you're running around trying to make everybody obey rules that they've lost the plot. They don't know the spiritual connections” or to just state it succinctly, like Jesus, “you nullify the word of God by your tradition that you have handed down.” So, and basically in…in different words, Jesus is saying, “it's been your interpretation of the Scriptures that you have made orthodoxy and you have interpreted this wrong and you are enslaving all of the people because you forgot the plot. You forgot the heart and you won’t give it up because it gives you power.” And Jesus calls that hypocritical.

So, what can we get out of Leviticus today with all of our bodily stuff going on? There is clean and there is unclean. And we are encouraged to be clean in body, in mind, and in spirit and Jesus said, “from within”, right? From within. This whole thing is about our interior lives from within. Out of people's hearts come evil thoughts, right? So, that's an interior uncleanness. Sexual immorality. That's an interior uncleanness and an exterior uncleanness. Theft’s, right? That's exterior. Murder. That's exterior. Adultery, that's exterior, but it also first has to happen inside of us before it can be acted out. Greed, evil actions, deceit, self-indulgence, envy, slander, pride and foolishness. Jesus is basically saying, “you guys, you spiritual leaders are all focused on the outside. You want everybody to look right. You want everybody to obey the rules and inside them nothing is being cultivated at all. “You’re…you’re keeping them…you won't go into the kingdom and you’re keeping them out” is what he told them in one exchange. So, friends a thought for us to consider today to invite God into is in all of the areas of our lives – body, soul, and spirit. What is unclean?

Prayer:

Father, we invite you into that question. We invite your Holy Spirit today to begin to reveal to us. Help us to be observers of ourselves today. Help us catching ourselves in uncleanness that we just don't even pay attention, that we’re just not even aware of. Help us to become aware because the things that we allow into our heart can defile us and make us unclean. And' we’re gonna need your help. You told us to guard our hearts with all diligence, but even all of our diligence, all of it will not be enough without the guidance of your Holy Spirit. We can’t do this without you. We were never made to, and we don't want to. And, so, come Holy Spirit. Lead and guide us today as we consider clean and unclean and we pray this in the mighty name of Jesus. Amen.

Announcements:

Okay. So, we are still here at the Sea of Galilee. Today will be centered all around the Northwest portion of the Sea of Galilee which is…which is where Jesus did most of His ministry, at least as is found in the Gospels. And, so, we’ll be following in those footsteps today.

Yesterday we went up into the North country into the Golan Heights and it's very, very beautiful. So, I enjoy the serenity of going up there. Just…it's very, very fertile. They’ve had a lot of rainfall. Thankfully we didn't experience any rain yesterday. But first stop, Corazon, which is a city that’s named as a place where Jesus did ministry. Cursed the city. Woe to you Corazon, Bethsaida, Capernaum, and those three places exist, and they are uninhabited archaeological ruins. Corazon first then up…up…up…so…so here's the thing. The Sea of Galilee is below sea level, like 700 feet below sea level. It's…it is the lowest freshwater lake in the world. So, it…it's kind of down in a bowl. And, so, climbing back up to sea level and above you have to go up. And, so, that's what you do. You go up onto the Golan Heights. And, so, we went all the way up onto the Syrian border near the Lebanese border. So, this is as far north as our journey will take us, which is far north as we can go and us. So, we’ve been North, South, East and West now. And all the major bodies of water, we've covered that.

But we visited the ancestral tribal home of…well the tribe of Dan. And then there's a Canaanite gate there that's always interesting. It's always interesting because you're looking so far back in the time, you’re looking back into Canaanite times pre-Abrahamitic times. So, all the way back into the book of Genesis. And there’s other history there too. History from…from what's known as the divided monarch. Like when the…when Israel…like we’re not this far into the Scriptures yet, but when Israel does come into the promise land, they eventually want to King to unite them all and that happens but it…it doesn't last for too long and then the kingdoms divide. And, so, the northern 10 tribes were known as Israel and the southern tribes of Judah and Benjamin was known as the kingdom of Judah. And at the time this is King Rehoboam of Judah and King Jeroboam of Israel. And Jeroboam didn’t want his people from the 10 tribes to continue to go down to Jerusalem for worship because that would've kept their hearts down in Judah. And, so, he built these two temples, erecting a false idol to worship and whole new way of doing things on the borders so that people wouldn’t travel. And we visited one of those…the ruins of one of those temples and just discussed stories, stories that are found in the Bible. And then just discussed owning our relationship with God, taking responsibility for our part of the relationship instead of just heaping upon God every little thing goes wrong in our lives and how that might look in any other relationship and just kinda considering that.

Then we went to Caesarea Philippi, which is just 15 miles north of the Sea of Galilee and is a place that Jesus visited and it’s famous because this is a place where he said, “upon this rock I will build my church and the gates of hell will not prevail against it.” And that was a purposeful statement. There…there's a pagan center of this ancient Roman city. This is a Gentile city of the Roman Empire, not a place that Hebrew religious people would go but Jesus went there to make this statement. And, so, the god, Pan had been…was being worshiped there at the time of Jesus. Pan is a half man half goat god and he could instill “PAN”ic in his enemies and was the God of fertility. So, all kinds of weird things going on there. There’s a massive cave opening that Baal had been worshiped at and it had been known as the gates of hell. So, Jesus is making a statement that’s rooted in the geography there. And, so we pondered that fact before having some lunch and then heading up on top of Mount Bentall and seeing Mount Herman.

And there's a ton of snow on Mount Herman. She never really likes to reveal herself completely. It's been a rare time being up there where there is not some clouds. And, so, she was kind of shrouded and mysterious, but we could see all the snow up there. That's right on the border of Syria. So, we faced outward. We’d been doing a lot of inward searching, a lot of soul-searching, a lot of contemplation about our own lives and finding ourselves in the stories of the Bible. And, so, we just took some time to like stop focusing on ourselves and start focusing outward and just remembering that there's brothers and sisters all over the world that are being persecuted and that feel trapped and that are trapped just because of a where they were born in. So, we took some moments to just sit with that and…and truly appreciate the freedoms that we have while being forced to kind of face the fact that this is not the way of things in all the world.

And, so, so that's kinda how we ended our day. That…that's still about an hour, I guess, from the Sea of Galilee. And, so we…we drove back down and got in early. This the one time we get to kinda take a breath, have just a little bit of a lighter day, just catch our breath because all the other days are full, full, false. So…so, that's kind of what our day was like on Sunday.

It was so lovely to be a in the Dan area just kinda walking on the trails and hearing the birds just calling out to one another on a Sunday morning. Just felt like they were leading us in worship. And it was so serene and peaceful and beautiful. So, a beautiful day.

And today, like I said, we’ll be spending it around the Sea of Galilee and we’ll talk about that tomorrow.

We’re continuing to post pictures and videos and stuff on social media on Instagram and Facebook so you can kind follow along with the tricks…trip, see what we’re seeing and look into the land of the Bible and see, kind of at least a glimpse of the places where things happened in the Scriptures.

Reminding you that we’re making plans to return here in a year, another pilgrimage in 2021. And, you can get all the details at dailyaudiobible.com in the Initiatives section. Just look for Israel 2021 and you can get the details there.

If you want to partner with the Daily Audio Bible you can do that at dailyaudiobible.com. There is a link on the home page, and I thank you profoundly and with all humility and gratitude for your partnership. We…we can’t do this if we don't do this together and it's a beautiful thing that we do. So, thank you for your partnership. If you’re using the app, you can press the Give button in the upper right-hand corner or the mailing address, if you prefer, is PO Box 1996 Spring Hill Tennessee 37174.

And, as always, if you have a prayer request or encouragement, you can press the Hotline button in the app, the little red button at the top or you can dial 877-942-4253.

And that's it for today. I'm Brian I love you and I'll be waiting for you here tomorrow.

Community Prayer and Praise:

Hi I’m calling from Carlsbad New Mexico and I started listening about November of last year 2019 and I so enjoy listening to Brian read the Bible to us. It’s like he makes the Bible come alive and I’m just so looking forward the next day, the next day, the next story, the…the next day. And I have been listening to the requests. It’s like I put my ear plugs in at night and just have it on sometimes almost all night long and listen to the prayer requests and stuff. And some of those prayer requests just so break my heart. Like Diane with the autistic boys, the older man that had a stroke, the young girl that wanted to commit suicide. It just so breaks my heart. It’s like God, sometimes what we’re going through is nothing compared to what these people are going to. And then I hear Harold, and it’s like yeah God, You are so good. You are so good reaching Harold when he thought it was an accident that he came across this. It’s not an accident Harold. God loves you and He’s there for you. And I just…I just wanted to hare just a little bit. And I am so thankful, so thankful for this app. And like all of us we do, most of us have some kind of prayer that we need, a prayer request lifted up. So, I do have health that would like prayer for. And I’m so honored to be on this app and I so look forward listening, hearing the voices of the truck driver, the…the lady that sings, the one…the gentleman that sings in rhymes and poems and stuff, and it’s just…

Hello Daily Audio Bible family this is Denise. And Harold I just heard you on the community prayer say that you have accepted Jesus into your heart through the guided prayer that came on this prayer. And, I’m not kidding, I just started screaming and crying in my car…like clapping my hands. I am…I…I…I don’t know. I am overwhelmed that you would let us into this journey. And then to hear you in the next breath invite other people who are afraid to call in. Brother, no joke, you are just a blessing and a grace to all of us who are listening to this. Thank you so much and thank you God for bringing Harold to us. This is…this just joy. It is just absolute joy. And for all of the baby, baby, baby Christians out there I just want you to know I have a huge heart for you. I was converted later in my adult life and I have just dedicated myself to be in God’s nursery with the young Christians who are just looking and hungry and starving and need to be fed every two hours just like…just like…just like young babies do. And I just…I love you all. I have such a heart and I…I don’t think this will ever not be my ministry. So, Harold welcome and I love you brother and thank you…just thank you. And I’m just gonna pray over your journey and for all of those who are listening who haven’t called in who are the Harold’s of this world. Like he said, call in, but if you don’t, I’m praying over your too. In Jesus’ name I pray.

Hey DAB fam this is Kingdom Seeker Daniel from Chicago and this message is for Nadine from Maine. Sister I was fought the entire way to make this call. The enemy was taunting me and telling me that I wasn’t fit to try and encourage you because of my background being the cause of a divorce. I’m saying to you, I…I gathered just hearing your voice and…and hearing your tone, I’m sensing that you are settling in a way unlike the “settle” Brian pushed out for us this year. And I’m saying to you, woman of God, you’re in a fight and you must fight the good fight of faith. It’s a fight but it’s a good fight, a fight worth fighting for. But, believe it or not, this battle isn’t yours, it’s the Lord’s. And divorce was never intended, it was only allowed for the hardness of man’s heart. I don’t know where your husband is, perhaps his heart is hardened for whatever reason. The bottom line is, I believe God is saying until He closes the deal Nadine, you must fight. Stand. And having done all to…to stand, stand therefore. Don’t give up. Don’t give in. Fight the good fight of faith. Declare the word of the Lord for your marriage and watch God.

Hi this is Marylin calling from New Hampshire and I’m calling on February 17th and first of all I want to just…just I’m so excited that Dan…Harold…Harold’s call and he has accepted the Lord. And, so, Harold I…I just…I started to cry and just praise God that you are part of the family, you’re our brother Lord and just…we’re just so excited Harold and thank you for calling in. And I could just tell by your voice that you were…you’re just so excited and for what God is going to do in your life and we’re just so excited. Thanks Harold. We love you and continue to call in. And I just…I’ve been listening to DAB for like four years. We love it and also actually we’re double DABbers my husband and I…but…I wanted…I just started listening to the encouragement the prayer and community but I always thought it was too long that I could never do it but it’s…I’ve been doing it for like three weeks and I just…we just love it and it’s nice that you can listen to it and like maybe do like half hour one day and then pick it up the next day and it stays where you left it, which I…which is awesome you don’t have to go back to find out where you…you left listening to it because it is long. But it’s just been so wonderful. It just really makes you feel even more part of this family and of the encouragement and the prayers and the songs. And Daniel Kingdom Seeker, your awesome. And Rebecca of Michigan you’re just so sweet. And it just…it…it’s been awesome to listen to this all week long. It really…just fills my spirit. And thank you so much for your prayers for my daughters Kate and Bree. I’m feeling peace about them. I know God has them and I love you all. Thank you Brian and Jill, and praying for Israel….

Hi Arielle I heard your message on February 18th and you brought me back to my early days of being a Christian and I used to compare myself to a little sapling, a little tree and that I just got stuck in the ground and no one tied me off to keep me growing straight and strong and I was being tossed around by the wind. And I just want you to know that that’s the way Satan works. He uses our minds and our thoughts to get us thinking that we’re not good enough, that we don’t know what we’re doing, that God got no use for us. But let me assure you my friend, God has a plan for you. And there is a little course that we sing in Sunday school when I was young was, “I command you Satan in the name of the Lord pick up your weapons and flee. For the Lord has given me as authority to walk all over the.” And I’ll tell you now, just tell the Lord to take Satan and get him out of your way because you are ready to fight the battle. Be strong, don’t give up because you are a precious child of God’s and He has a wonderful plan for you. This is Paula Living on the Rock Standing on the Rock. Be strong my friend.

Morning I just heard your call Arielle and I want you to know that all that Jesus wants from you is your heart. He will do all the other work in you. All that you have to do is know that He loves you, submit to Him and love Him with your whole heart. I am praying for you. I am praying for your mind, for your emotions, that you will be renewed by a transforming of your mind. And I am so thankful that you are new Christian, a new creation, and you are a part of this community and you are welcome in your Bible study. And if you aren’t connecting with those people, don’t be afraid to choose others. Find a place where you can call home spiritually. I want you to know that you are loved, you are welcome, you are worthy, and God is so pleased because all He ever wants is for you to rely on Him. I will keep praying for you.

Hi this is Pam from Tasmania Australia I’m a first-time caller, but I’ve been listening to the program for a couple of years and, yeah, thank you everybody. It’s only the last probably six months I’ve been listening right to the prayers and I’ve been really touched by hearing everybody’s heart and encouragement for each other to pray. But today I’m responding to a young woman called Pink who called on the 10th February the artist. Pink I am an artist, a visual artist to in Tassie and you sounded quite distraught sweetheart on your birthday and I just felt to respond and to pray for you. So, I’m…I’m just going to pray. Father God we just thank You for this this beautiful woman who identifies with the color of pink. Lord, we thank You that You know her situation. And Holy Spirit right now we pray that You would surround her, that You would embrace her, that she would know that she’s loved. Lord we thank You that colors are relation and we never really know the full depth and intensity of pigments until they’re next to other pigments. And Lord we pray that You would bring more color into her life, Lord that she would have people, other colors around her that make her shine and that she too can make others shine. Father, we thank You for Your protection on this...

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Worldline report: Despair Survivalist

This is a resource for anyone who wants to interact with my Despair Survivalist verse. In this post, I will lay out a variety of background/lore information, provide plot hooks for threads, and explain brief histories of every character in STEINS;GATE within this verse. Thank you for taking an interest. If it isn’t obvious, this verse is kind of a passion project and I would be VERY pleased if anyone else appreciates it.

Trigger warning!

Some really terrible stuff happens during the tragedy. If you don’t want to read about a world where society was brought to ruin by a band of murderous terrorists devoted to the concept of spreading despair, read no further. If you don’t want to be spoiled for STEINS;GATE or Danganronpa, read no further.

First, some housekeeping: This verse does not connect with any of my other Danganronpa verses. If you have a Danganronpa muse and you interact with Okabe in this verse, I will assume they haven’t met before. This can change depending upon plotting, but Okabe was not a student at Hope’s Peak Academy. Those verses only lead into his Despair verse for now. Also, all of the character background stuff I write for characters other than Okabe in this post is for my reference and is based on my headcanons. If you don’t like what happens to your muse, then we can plot a new fate for them. A lot of this is really long, so feel free to skip around to what interests you.

BACKGROUND

As for the background of this verse, it is a hybrid of STEINS;GATE and Danganronpa. The Tragedy occurs on August 13th, a Friday. Moments after a bomb threat stopped all the trains to and from Akihabara, terrorist attacks struck throughout all of Tokyo. Soon entire districts were in flames, and riots consumed the streets. The Tragedy had begun all across the world. Within hours, most world governments collapsed. The world entered a war without end. War for the sake of waging war.

Less than an hour after the riots started, masked men entered Okabe’s lab. Despair fanatics, as they would later be called. Whatever happened next is known only to Okabe himself. He sent his final D-mail to himself an hour prior. The message was clear and concise. LOCKDOOR. And a moment later the power went out. The newly locked door deterred the attack, and Okabe and the others survived through the riot.

When the sun rose on Akihabara, the city was transformed into a wasteland of blood and despair. The sun set again before the lab mems went outside to take a look around. For the second time in his life, Okabe saw the streets of Akihabara go empty. Over the following weeks, Okabe and his friends made several excursions into the city, avoiding fanatics and other survivors as much as they could. In the short term, they only wanted enough provisions to ‘wait out’ the Tragedy. Without TV or internet, they had no way of knowing that society had collapsed and that they were almost entirely cut off from the outside world. In the long term, they were trying to build a rudimentary antenna so they could reestablish cell phone service.

CHARACTER REPORTS

In this section, I will rattle off the details of what happened to all of the lab members. Some of this will be vague, as @timedenied and I have only briefly discussed a few of the characters. As I said in the introduction, these are for reference and will not be imposed upon you if you rp any of these characters. Going to also reiterate my spoiler warning, and my trigger warning just to be safe.

Okabe Rintaro - LAB MEM 001

Okabe, as usual, has seen more horrors than the other members of the lab. He remembers the events before his final D-mail, and refuses to speak to anyone about it. During their first trip outside after the riots, Okabe climbed a tall building and looked out to Ikebukuro, where he and Mayuri’s families are. The entire district was in flames. He tries to keep his friends together and to keep them motivated. He feels that it is his responsibility to protect his friends, and he tends to take the lead in most of their operations. He has dubbed their ongoing excursions into the city in search of supplies “Operation Fimbulwinter.”

Shiina Mayuri - LAB MEM 002

Mayuri’s skill at making cosplays has actually been very useful since the fall of society. She can make weather-appropriate clothing for the others, and mend their clothes if they get damaged. The others are shielding her from the truth outside. They rarely bring her into the city with them, and they speak in vague terms about the fanatics when she is around. Unfortunately for them, all this really does is make her anxious and confused.

Hashida Itaru - LAB MEM 003

Daru only sometimes accompanies the others into the city. With no electricity, he spends large amounts of time reading and rereading manga, and working on Future Gadgets, especially the MLRCPA v 2.36 (Mobile long-range cell phone antenna), despite the scarcity of parts for it. He is seemingly immune to cabin fever.

Makise Kurisu - LAB MEM 004

-awaiting notes from @timedenied-

Moeka Kiryuu - LAB MEM 005

After the failed raid on the Future Gadget Laboratory, Moekka and her fellow rounders were swept up in the riots. They were in a better position to survive than the civilians, given that they were armed. However, the tide of Despair was too much. They were quickly picked off by the fanatics until only Moeka remained. When the power went out, she lost all contact with FB. Okabe and the others haven’t seen her since the collapse of society, but she is likely either dead or in despair.

Luka Urushibara - LAB MEM 006

The Despair fanatics acted to attack the nation’s hope. This made temples and shrines prime targets. Luka’s home was targetted directly. The fanatics stormed in and killed everyone inside, led by members of Ultimate Despair directly. She would have been killed, or worse, had she not been training with her sword at the time. In a desperate act, she killed a fanatic in self-defense. Seeing that she was already in despair, the leaders of the operation let her live, on the condition that she burn the shrine to the ground for them. She still lives in the burned-out wreckage of her former home, rarely leaving to look for food. She clings to the “supernatural” sword as if it is part of her body. (Note: By default, it was Kuzuryuu and Pekoyama who lead the raid, but this can be changed based on plotting.)

Akiha Rumiho - LAB MEM 007

Rumiho might’ve seemed safer than most in her penthouse apartment. Despair had other ideas. One of the spectators during one of her RAInet tournaments was a devotee of Ultimate Despair and took a sordid interest in her. In the time leading up to the strategy, he stalked her and found out where she lived. When the riots began, her building was specifically targetted. Practically everyone inside was murdered on the way to the penthouse. When the fanatics breached the door, they offered her father a terrible choice. Would he spare his daughter’s life in exchange for his own? Naturally, he chose Faris and was killed. She was held captive in the apartment for some time before she killed a fanatic in self-defense. In an act of vengeance, the remaining fanatics sabotaged the elevator and destroyed all the stairwells in the building, leaving her to die.

Suzuha Amane - LAB MEM 008

Moments before the tragedy begins, Suzuha notices something disturbing. The divergence meter had changed. It showed divergence beyond 1%. She was in shock long enough to be caught up in the riots. At first, she tried to take cover in the Lab, but the door was locked. She had no choice but to take cover deeper into the city. Luckily, her skills as a survivalist in SERN’s Dystopia kept her alive in the coming weeks. She spent her time alone, single-mindedly seeking her time machine in the Radio building. As bad as the SERN Dystopia was, this was not the future she was fighting for. More disturbing than that, someone had altered the timeline right under her nose. If and when she reaches her time machine, she will realize it is broken and she can’t fix it. Trapping her in this horrible past.

Yugo and Nae Tennouji

Their status is unknown to all but SERN. Okabe reassures the others that a big, strong guy like Mr. Braun could keep his daughter safe, but in reality, he isn’t very confident.

PLOT HOOKS AND STORY CONSIDERATIONS

In this section, I will try to write out a few general plot ideas that can be used for RPs in this verse. This will include a few story considerations that haven’t been fully fleshed out yet. For now, I will only include story hooks for Okabe, for obvious reasons. That being said, I may add more for other characters at some point. These are not the only plots I will do in this verse, they just serve as a baseline for easier plotting.

GENERAL

The following plot hooks are for any muse other than the ones mentioned on this Worldline report. Namely, crossovers, Danganronpa muses, OCs, ect.

Despite the fact that Okabe always scavenges with a partner, something causes him to get separated from his fellow lab member. In his frantic attempt to reunite with his friend, He breaks one of his personal rules and gets spotted by another survivor. (Very basic plot hook with a lot of options.)

When the lab members finish the MLRCPA v 2.36 (Mobile long-range cell phone antenna) an automated phone call from the government. Your muse calls the number back, only to be connected to the phone attached to the Antenna. Okabe calls your muse back shortly afterward.

More coming soon!

STEINS;GATE

These quick template hooks are for if you RP a STEINS;GATE muse and want to use my Character Record as a base for a thread with me.

Link.

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I know you mentioned denki as a teacher at UA before!! Tell us more ❤ what was his first day like? Does he have any favorite / memorable students? Has he ever messed up? What's the craziest thing he's done as a teacher? How does he feel being back at UA but in the position of mentor now and not mentee? What made him decide to become a teacher? And more whatever you think of marinya!!

oh sam, you poetic land mermaid, blessing me with headcanon prompts. my angel. my everything. my father and my son

SO!! in light of breaking it the fuck down right here right now, i’m about to get fucking lengthy as shit with this, so i’m tucking it under a cut to avoid clogging up the dash.

ready steady go!!

01. what was his first day like?

his very first day teaching at UA was the first and last time he was ever punctual in his entire career.

he didn’t sleep at all the night before, something he would continue to do every year thereafter since he gets way too excited about the first day ( he’s excited to see all the students! excited to see all their new quirks and watch them grow throughout the year, even if he’s got a very little part to in it himself. )

he was about 25 when he started teaching, so still fairly young and baby - faced to his previous teachers aizawa, present mic, and midnight when he ran up to greet them in the teacher’s lounge. despite being a full - grown adult who’d long since grown into his body at that point, they all still very much saw him as the sporty kid who was always falling asleep or playing idol games on his phone in class, being loud, asking dumb questions, pulling pranks on those who should never be on the receiving end of them; their sparkplug troublemaker.

he ended up eating lunch with aizawa his first day as a means of calming his nerves, and it just sort of become a regular thing after that ( this is also the last time he actually remembers to bring a lunch ). seemed aizawa still had a lot to teach him at his adult age; mostly things that he’d already been trying to teach him for ten years now, like not skateboarding in the hallway and remembering to actually put some food in that motormouth.

02. does he have any favorite / memorable students?

i had actually joked around with @praisemade about this once, but — since denki’s terrified of spiders, i figure one year he walks in on the first day to find that there’s a girl in his class who just … has a giant spider for a head, legs and all. and he proceeds to lose his everloving goddamn mind every day thereafter.

she’s very polite and very timid, despite her grotesque appearance up top, although denki just seems to find that all the more unnerving when he’s lecturing and looks over to see her giant fangs twitching sweetly in interest. he’s so fucking scared every time, like. he isn’t mean to her or anything, of course, but every time he shoots his gaze over to her desk or she approaches him during office hours with a question about the homework, he does a noticeable little jolt and seems to suddenly procure a light stutter.

BUT! besides our sweet little spider girl, there is one other student that stands out to him, and that is, of course … KAMINARI SEI, his baby sister that he’d kill everyone in the room and then himself for!

denki started teaching at 25, so by 27, he ended up getting his own little sister in his class, who would be freshly 15 in this verse and who applied for the general studies course. she doesn’t have any intentions of becoming a hero herself, but rather follows in the interest of becoming a medical professional like her mother one day. denki, being lightly trained as a medic himself, fully supports this, as he would with anything she decided to do with her life.

sei grows up to be just as quiet as she had been as a child, and kind of a super sleepy girl, too; eyes always half - lidded, voice low like it’s on the verge of a yawn every time she opens her mouth. most people would not ever believe she and denki were blood related were it not for the matching streaks of black in her light blonde hair.

he invites her over frequently for dinner since he knows that their parents aren’t home very often, which she takes him up on about 1/3 of the time. unlike her big brother, sei doesn’t mind the silence at home and actually prefers it so that she can study in peace; denki used to lose his mind in those four walls whenever no one was around with him, which was often, hence why very little studying ever actually got done as a kid.

his bias for his sister isn’t largely obvious to the rest of the class, since routine leaves him kinda dry most days and that just ends up matching her everyday personality — so it’s not to say that he’s outright smothering her or anything. if they’re being cute, it’s kind of through a secret language that they’ve always had between themselves, which is just more intuitive than not. despite being years apart, they still get each other.

03. has he ever messed up?

depends on the context! in terms of grading, he’s definitely either marked things incorrect that were actually correct or accidentally entered a student’s grade in wrong to give them a much higher score than they earned a couple dozen times. knowing this, he tries to be more careful and go a little slower, but, y’know. reading the same thing over and over and over and over again tends to make you wanna hurry up and pile through it, especially when you’re a high school teacher living in japan and especially when you’re also a pro hero on the side and especially especially when you’re KAMINARI DENKI, chaotic adhd / dyslexic angel.

if he has a partner living with him in this time, he might occasionally bug them every couple of minutes to proofread something for him or double check to make sure he’s reading a word on a student’s essay correctly, and even then he only does so if he’s really been struggling for a while, as he hates to feel like he’s being a bother. ( he tends to come with a lot more anxiety at this age, if you can even imagine. like … john - mulaney - accidentally - getting - a - prostate - exam - trying - to - get - on - xanax levels of anxiety. )

04. what’s the craziest thing he’s done as a teacher?

denki had a bad habit of smoking throughout his college years and still does so every so often when he’s stressed. one time he came to class with a cigarette tucked behind his ear unknowingly, and when pointed out by a student, he proceeded to go “oh”, pull it out, and straight up eat it without second thought.

05. how does he feel being back at UA but in the position of mentor now and not mentee?

it feels … good. like, really really good. like the kind of shit where it doesn’t hit you right away that you’re exactly where you’re meant to be, and when it finally does, it’s kind of in the middle of doing something super mundane, like grading papers or buying a milk out of the school vending machine and it’s just … an overwhelming sense of relief and satisfaction in the fact that you actually did something super right with your life, and for denki, that means everything. getting to feel that for the first time after his lifelong struggle to find where he fit in actually brought him to tears. luckily no one was around to witness this, but i can say with ease that even as hard as his job might be, denki is very complacent in his choices and wouldn’t change a thing.

also, he likes getting to boss kids around now and throw chalk at their heads for sleeping in class.

06. what made him decide to become a teacher?

simply put, a 2 AM revelation in the living room of his college apartment, sprawled out on the couch whilst staring idly up at a waterstain on his ceiling that was just barely being highlighted by the salt rock lamp across the room. that sort of depression vibe.

as i stated before, denki struggled a lot in his first few years of college. time management was nonexistent as ever. close friendships were distanced and a little awkward due to an overwhelming amount of anxiety. cooperativeness slimmed down to near - nothing; he started off on a high, partying often and enjoying all of college to its fullest, but that gradually sloped down to him barely ever reaching out to people anymore as he started failing what bare minimum class he was taking. adult life was terrifying him, and he felt like he was being held underwater at every single point of the day; compared to the rest of his friends and classmates, he saw himself as a failure.

he began smoking heavily — especially after quitting the soccer team he captained in lieu of trying to catch up with his schoolwork — and became much more erratic and short in personality. didn’t joke around as much and ghosted people more often than not, which was a huge red flag coming from a guy who couldn’t bear to leave anyone on read.

ended up skipping most of his classes in the mid - semester, and what very few he did pull himself together to go to, he slipped out of halfway through. everything was heavy and he was too depressed to actually focus anymore.

spent a lot of time off campus to avoid being seen by friends, going to the city to fuck around for an afternoon, or just hopping on a train with no real destination in mind and staying there til it looped back around and spat him out back home.

needless to say, he was stuck. and it stayed like that for a good while.

only in the middle of his second year, exhausted from having to retake all the classes he’d failed in the first year, did he ever try to actually do something about it. only because the anxiety had already run him threadbare to the point of just … feeling absolutely nothing, not even fear anymore. empty space. like he was both the jar and the thing locked inside it.

so he had a long sit with himself in the wee hours of the morning, textbook open across his chest while he lay half - dead on the couch, not processing a single word of what he’d been reading and re - reading for twenty minutes. he thought about what few accomplishments he had in life: graduating high school and just barely managing his quirk for the first time. he thought about his family, who he’d been uncharacteristically cutting off to spare them from seeing what he’d melted down to. he thoughts about how much he missed his friends and how he genuinely couldn’t remember what his own laugh sounded or felt like. he thought about all the people he wanted to help as a pro hero one day. he thought about UA.

and then he got around to thinking about aizawa. aizawa, who denki witnessed not once, but twice immediately sacrifice himself for the safety of his students firsthand. aizawa who, even in the mess of the world tearing itself down around them, held strong for the sake of protecting his class and fulfilling his role as their teacher. aizawa who made every student his personal responsibility in and out of school hours. aizawa who denki never saw anything special in for so long and often quite feared, now coming to him in mind as a completely different side of the moon.

denki spent a long part of his teenage years being kinda pissed off at UA for failing its duties to protect them, for watching them undergo that trauma and proceeding to do … well, really nothing about it, in his eyes. he wanted more closure than what was given. he wanted healing, not just an apology and a promise to do better next time. they were just supposed to get up and move on because that’s the way of heroes, and in that regard, UA disappointed him heavily.

for a long time, he didn’t see any reason to forgive the staff for that negligence.

only when he thought about aizawa again did it occur to him that his teacher had done everything in and out of his power to change the future that was almost ripped out of their hands every time they faced a villain. how aizawa had been an unexpecting personal hero to him the entire time, a revelation that sort of began to connect a lot of dots that had been floating in denki’s empty headspace all those years. things made sense where they never used to. aizawa’s personal goals were never concise, and suddenly denki found that they never needed to be; his goals were stated in his actions of reaching out to his kids where others didn’t. he went above and beyond what was ever expected of him as a teacher.

to denki, aizawa stood out in his mind as the true plus ultra UA had been training them to be the entire time, albeit 2 years too late. and he wanted to emulate that in his own life. he wanted to help people in whatever way he could, and perhaps that didn’t just mean saving people from burning buildings or giving a thumbs - up to a passing camera; he wanted to help young minds especially, save them from everything he and his classmates went through growing up, be one of the hands that guided them to a safe future, someone who never turned his back on anyone ever again.

he wanted to be a teacher, and he wanted to be a teacher at UA. he wanted to be everything aizawa was and then some; the plus ultra of plus ultra.

so, that was a good start.

it was enough to get him out of bed for the first time in a long time and actually start to reach out and seek the help he desperately needed, which was only the first step in his personal healing process, but a big one nonetheless. everything from there on was just tiles finally falling into place; changing his major, studying long hours, finally attending and actually passing the correct courses.

denki may not have ever ended up telling aizawa this — or at least he hasn’t found any real reason to just yet — but that man really did end up saving him over and over again in ways he wasn’t even aware of.

and thaaaaaaaat about covers it for the general questions there, so all i really have left is these small tidbits and whatnot!

07. denki still very much skateboards in this verse. sometimes he will actually skateboard into the school and down the hallways if he’s running late ( but, like, casually. not in a hurry ) and aizawa has to repeatedly reprimand his thirty-year-old ass for it.

08. given the hectic schedule japanese teachers are subjected to every day, denki handles most of his patrols as a pro - hero at night. 7th period ends at 4:10 and most students are gone by 4:30, but he stays until about 5:30 - 6 for open office / tutoring hours. if he doesn’t have any papers to grade or weekly lessons plans to write up, then he’s usually ready to go by 8 pm after a light dinner and keeps his patrol up til midnight ( or later if there’s trouble ). gets home within the hour, showers, and is hopefully in bed by 2 am, only to have to wake up for school again at 6:30.

as you can imagine, he sleeps in on most days simply because he’s so exhausted all the time; also the reason for him being late to class almost every single day. his homeroom students are used to it by now and the class rep usually knows to start the morning without him by taking attendance and opening up the lesson plan he keeps out for them since, well. he’s at least a little self - aware.

this is also why he tends to only wear his hero costume on the very first day of the new school year, because it takes too long to gear up in the morning when he’s sleeping in. he also just prefers the comfort, despite his adult costume looking fresh as fuck — so he usually rolls in wearing a loose v - neck under an oversized cardigan, floods, and high tops.

09. following this, he also has a pair of readers that he wears often! they’re thin - wired and circular, like this. he hangs them off the neck of his shirt when not in use, but occasionally slips them onto his head and very legitimately thinks he’s lost them after that.

10. he keeps in contact with his graduating class from highschool! every single one of them. they tend to run into each other on the field a lot anyway, but he also tries to set up drinking or dinner plans with a few of them each week even though he himself isn’t too heavy on drinking.

11. he’s very spacey as a result of long - term brain damage over the years of literally frying his brain. the more minor side of that is that he forgets important assets most days, like his wallet or lunch or keys, or leaves the faucet running all day and jacks his water bill. sometimes he doesn’t know where new scars or bruises came from. sometimes he buys himself a strawberry milk, only to walk into the room and see that there’s already 2 unopened strawberry milks on his desk that he forgot he’d just purchased.

he manages to be as chipper as he can be throughout it, but it’s hard to pretend something that challenges your everday life isn’t doing exactly that. it takes him a couple extra seconds to process anything being said to him and he ends up repeating himself often. his conversational skills are a bit of a mess and he tries to keep himself short and concise as to not only avoid irritating / confusing the other person, but also just to make it easier on himself since he stumbles over words a lot where he was once much more verbose. this especially leaves him very reluctant to be interviewed by the media, which is again a shame, since he used to love the limelight.

a lot of these symptoms aren’t horribly unlike those of someone with early onset dementia. luckily they don’t seem to be worsening, as he’s since learned to controlled his power and hasn’t had an instance of short - circuiting in years, but every so often …

#smashkick #forgive any typos? i dont know how to read #⟨ v. ⟩ pro hero.#⟨ hc. ⟩

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dfroza · 4 years ago

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A new covenant of grace is all about the treasured gift

that we receive simply by being open to “believe…” in the heart in the True illumination of the Son and to come to speak of it as well through a body of earth.

(in silence & sound)

Today’s reading of the Scriptures from the New Testament is the 4th chapter of the Letter of Romans where Paul writes of this grace through faith beginning with Abraham thousands of years ago:

Let me use Abraham as an example. It is clear that humanly speaking, he was the founder of Judaism. What was his experience of being made right with God? Was it by his good works of keeping the law? No. For if it was by the things he did, he would have something to boast about, but no one boasts before God. Listen to what the Scriptures say:

Because Abraham believed God’s words, his faith transferred God’s righteousness into his account.

When people work, they earn wages. It can’t be considered a free gift, because they earned it. But no one earns God’s righteousness. It can only be transferred when we no longer rely on our own works, but believe in the one who powerfully declares the ungodly to be righteous in his eyes. It is faith that transfers God’s righteousness into your account!

Even King David himself speaks to us regarding the complete wholeness that comes inside a person when God’s powerful declaration of righteousness is heard over our life. Apart from our works, God’s work is enough. Here’s what David says:

What happy fulfillment is ahead for those

whose rebellion has been forgiven

and whose sins are covered by blood.

What happy progress comes to them

when they hear the Lord speak over them,

“I will never hold your sins against you!”

Now, think about it. Does this happiness come only to the Jews, or is it available to all who believe? Our answer is this: faith was credited to Abraham as God’s righteousness!

How did he receive this gift of righteousness? Was he circumcised at the time God accepted him, or was he still uncircumcised? Clearly, he was an uncircumcised gentile when God said this of him! It was later that he received the external sign of circumcision as a seal to confirm that God had already transferred his righteousness to him by faith, while he was still uncircumcised. So now this qualifies him to become the father of all who believe among the non-Jewish people. And like their “father of faith,” Abraham, God also transfers his righteousness to them by faith. Yes, Abraham is obviously the true father of faith for the Jewish people who are not only circumcised but who walk in the way of faith that our father Abraham displayed before his circumcision.

God promised Abraham and his descendants that they would have an heir who would reign over the world. This royal promise was not fulfilled because Abraham kept all the law, but through the righteousness that was transferred by faith. For if keeping the law earns the inheritance, then faith is robbed of its power and the promise becomes useless. For the law provokes punishment, and where no law exists there cannot be a violation of the law.

The promise depends on faith so that it can be experienced as a grace-gift, and now it extends to all the descendants of Abraham. This promise is not only meant for those who obey the law, but also to those who enter into the faith of Abraham, the father of us all. That’s what the Scripture means when it says:

“I have made you the father of many nations.”

He is our example and father, for in God’s presence he believed that God can raise the dead and call into being things that don’t even exist yet. Against all odds, when it looked hopeless, Abraham believed the promise and expected God to fulfill it. He took God at his word, and as a result he became the father of many nations. God’s declaration over him came to pass:

“Your descendants will be so many

that they will be impossible to count!”

In spite of being nearly one hundred years old when the promise of having a son was made, his faith was so strong that it could not be undermined by the fact that he and Sarah were incapable of conceiving a child. He never stopped believing God’s promise, for he was made strong in his faith to father a child. And because he was mighty in faith and convinced that God had all the power needed to fulfill his promises, Abraham glorified God!

So now you can see why Abraham’s faith was credited to his account as righteousness before God. And this declaration was not just spoken over Abraham, but also over us. For when we believe and embrace the one who brought our Lord Jesus back to life, perfect righteousness will be credited to our account as well. Jesus was handed over to be crucified for the forgiveness of our sins and was raised back to life to prove that he had made us right with God!

The Letter of Romans, Chapter 4 (The Passion Translation)

Today’s paired chapter of the Testaments is the 23rd chapter of the book (scroll) of Isaiah that points to the humbling of the world’s pride:

A message about Tyre:

Cry out in anguish, you who travel the Mediterranean from east to west!

Cry out, Tarshishian ships, because Tyre is no more.

It is devastated—no houses, no harbor—nothing is left.

The people from Cyprus have witnessed it.

Grieve quietly, you people along the coast,

you merchants of Sidon, who cross the sea.

You go through great waters in boats filled with the grain of Shihor;

the harvest of the Nile was Tyre’s revenue;

She was the marketplace of the nations.

Shame runs deep for Sidon since the sea has said,

“I bore and raised no sons or daughters as my own.”

Egypt will be terribly upset, too,

when they learn about Tyre’s destruction.

So you who live along the coast,

make for Tarshish, and bewail your fate.

One wonders: could this really be the same city?

It was so jubilant, so magnificent, so commanding for its trade.

Is this the city that’s been around longer than memory

and her citizens have traveled to exotic, faraway places?

Tyre’s merchants and traders were princes and nobles,

respected everywhere around the world.

Who did this to Tyre,

a city that awards honor with crowns?

The Eternal, Commander of heavenly armies, has determined,

Tyre should be destroyed, wrecked, and disgraced

To spoil the foolish arrogance of all glory and

to show how insignificant earthly honors are.

People of Tarshish, you should traverse your land as if it were the Nile.

With Tyre out of the way, there’s nothing to stop you anymore.

God’s power extends across the sea;

He has terrified the nations,

turning Canaan loose against them to demolish their fortresses.

Eternal One: The celebration is over, downtrodden virgin daughter of Sidon.

There’s nothing left of you to take pride in.

Go ahead, pack up and move to Cyprus.

But you still won’t find rest.

Just look at the land of the Chaldeans in southern Mesopotamia. There are no such people anymore. The Assyrians came along, took it over, and left it for the desert animals; they built their siege machines, stripped its palaces, and determined that it should be ruined.

Cry out in anguish, ships of Tarshish

because your fortress is no more.

Tyre will be forgotten for 70 years—the lifespan of a king. After that Tyre’s fate will be like the song of the prostitute:

“O forgotten woman, yesterday’s prostitute,

take up a harp, and walk about the city.

Play it well, and sing your melodies,

so you will be remembered.”

When 70 years have passed, the Eternal will visit Tyre, and she’ll return to her wicked ways—selling herself to all the countries of the world. But everything Tyre earns—her profit, her goods—won’t be stored or saved: all will be devoted to the Eternal; her stocks will supply all the food and fine clothing needed by those who serve in the presence of the Eternal One.

The Book (Scroll) of Isaiah, Chapter 23 (The Voice)

A link to my personal reading of the Scriptures for Thursday, july 1 of 2021 with a paired chapter from each Testament of the Bible along with Today’s Proverbs and Psalms

A post by John Parsons that illumines the “book” each of us are becoming:

The sages say that every person's life is a "book," as it is written: "This is the book of the generations of Adam" (Gen. 5:1). There are heavenly scrolls written about the story of your life (Dan. 7:10; Rev. 20:12). They further note that the Hebrew word for "name" (i.e., shem: שׁם) shares the same numeric value as the word "book" (i.e., sefer: ספר), suggesting that a person's name summarizes their life, and that God's Name contains all the letters of the Scriptures - from the first letter Bet (in “bereshit”) to the last letter Nun (in “amen”) - which, when put together, form the Hebrew word for "son" (i.e., ben: בן). The revelation of God, then, is disclosed in "et" (את), the Direct Object of his heart, the Alef and Tav, the Beginning and End, the glorious LORD over all, Yeshua our King. [Hebrew for Christians]

and another about seeking & finding:

Some people imagine spirituality as a climb upward, an "ascent of the soul" that aims to reach God through the performance of good deeds or religious rituals. But God does not say "at the end of the way you will find me," but rather, "I AM the way, the very road under your feet, the Place (הַמָּקוֹם) where you are, the Bridge to the Father (John 14:6). “For all things come from You (כִּי־מִמְּךָ הַכּל), and from your hand we give to you” (1 Chron. 29:14). The LORD is Present in every "here" and every "now," the Source of all we are. And no matter what our circumstances, we will find God if we search "bekhol levavkha" - with all our being, as it is written: "You will seek me and find me, when you search for me with all your heart" (Jer. 29:13). [Hebrew for Christians]

to be concluded with a post about the sacred “Breath” of Life:

A verse from this week’s Torah (i.e., parashat Pinchas) reveals another great Name of God: Elohei ha’ruchot le’khol basar (אלהי הרוחת לכל־בשׂר), which can be translated "the God of the breath of all flesh" (Num. 27:16). This Name reveals that the LORD is the Source of your breath, the One who exhales to you nishmat ha’chayim (נשימת החיים), the "breath of life" that enables you to live (Job 12:10). The sages use the analogy of a glassblower who creates a glass vessel. Just as the glassblower blows into a tube to form a vessel from molten glass, so the "breath" (i.e., neshamah: נְשָׁמָה) that comes from the LORD functions as spirit (i.e., ruach: רוּחַ) that forms and fills the human soul (i.e., nefesh: נֶפֶשׁ). Note especially that the Name YHVH (יהוה), the LORD, first appears in this connection (Gen. 2:7), a designation that also means "God is Present" (Exod. 3:14) and "God is Mercy" (Exod. 34:6-7). Note also that each letter of the Name YHVH represents a vowel sound (i.e., breath), suggesting that God's Spirit is as close as your very next breath. Like the wind that cannot be seen, so is the spirit the essential part of your identity. Truly in God we “live and move and have our being” (Acts 17:28). [Hebrew for Christians]

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Today’s message (Days of Praise) from the Institute for Creation Research

July 1, 2021

The Reverend God

“He sent redemption unto his people: he hath commanded his covenant for ever: holy and reverend is his name.” (Psalm 111:9)

It is most interesting that the adjective “reverend” is used only this once in the entire King James Bible. And there it applies to God, not to any man!

However, the Hebrew word so translated in this verse (yârê’) occurs therein frequently, usually being translated (some 30 times) as “terrible.” The first time it is applied to God was by Moses. “Thou shalt not be affrighted at them: for the LORD thy God is among you, a mighty God and terrible” (Deuteronomy 7:21). Note also Moses’ testimony in Deuteronomy 10:17: “For the LORD your God is God of gods, and Lord of lords, a great God, a mighty, and a terrible, which regardeth not persons, nor taketh reward.”

For those who would deny or oppose Him, “it is a fearful thing to fall into the hands of the living God” (Hebrews 10:31). But God is also uniquely a God of love. He is a merciful and forgiving God; He is “the God of all grace” (1 Peter 5:10) and of many other wonderful attributes.

“He looketh upon all the inhabitants of the earth” (God is thus omnipresent). “He fashioneth their hearts alike” (He is omnipotent). “He considereth all their works” (He is omniscient) (Psalm 33:14-15).

“In the beginning God created the heaven and the earth” (Genesis 1:1). If a person truly believes the first verse of the Bible, he should be able to believe all other verses in the Bible, no matter what men or devils can say to the contrary. Our God, who has also become our Redeemer and Savior, is “eternal, immortal, invisible, the only wise God” (1 Timothy 1:17).

He is indeed a God of many attributes. HMM

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2magmacc · 4 years ago

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Prologue: Part 1

“There isn’t much to it Miss Darcy, but the area is quiet and secluded; the opposite of city living as you hoped.” An older man spoke out into the quiet that surrounded the area. In the middle of the forest was a cottage, meant for perhaps a couple or a single person looking to getaway. The small building was a bit rough-looking, some shingles missing, a new door was needed, but its location had been something quite picturesque and the price for it was a steal too. The woman known as Miss Darcy was young, at an age one would assume she would be getting ready to settle down but there was no beau in sight, nor did she indulge the man with her private life or intentions for the new home. It had everything she was looking for, away from people, forgotten, quiet…

“It’ll do.” She stated plainly and went about clearing business with the older man and soon found herself moved into her new home. The cottage wasn’t one people came across often, the area heavy with trees, and the path leading to the small home was barely beaten, a sign that others weren’t known to venture out this far. It had been just what she needed, a place far away enough from others so she didn’t have to worry about much but that didn’t stop her from taking precautions, the magical sort…

Darcy was well versed in magic, anyone who had come across her knew this… Well, anyone who knew her by her true name was aware. She had gone by Rosalind once, long ago or so it seemed. Things were different then, things should have been different now. The Burned Ones were gone, the forests were peaceful once more, barriers were no longer needed. It was a sign of their failure, no, her failure. She had worked hard to tip things in favor of her Master…

“Valtor.” She whispered, eyes on her new home in half disgust. If she had been more careful, this would not be her present and she was going to make sure it wouldn’t be the future. Things hadn’t worked out thanks to the girls in the Winx suite of Alfea, more specifically, Bloom. The fire-haired girl held the power of the Dragon Flame, a type of magical source she didn’t think existed until she met Valtor, a powerful warlock who had been able to break free of his dimensional prison. A vessel for the Dragon Flame had been a myth since it was an ancient power that was created along with their world, it wasn’t something one person should wield. Yet, she figured over the course of history, scholars and writers decided to erase and tweak the books, not wanting information on the most powerful being banished from being able to finish the business he was interested in. A great and powerful man who could destroy or create wanted nothing more than to hold the realms in his hands, and she was willing to help once seeing his amazing display of power and her eyes were made open of his place in history.

She remembers meeting him and vowing her loyalty then, knowing someone of that power wouldn’t be the sort she would want to oppose. She knew being his right hand was the smarter choice and she was made more sure than ever when he enhanced her abilities. She learned about his escape, having spent years splitting his power so that half of it could be put back into the world and his power eventually found someone, Bloom. Her birth opened the portal needed for his return, and the return of the Burned Ones. Her birth was significant but time was needed. Her magic was needed as it rightfully belonged to Valtor after all, but it had yet to manifest… The complication of something so powerful within her being sensed was also an issue, there would be too many after her, too many around her once they realized how special she was. They needed her hidden away, a wildfire that would start with a slow burn… and so, Rosalind was tasked with her safety, even more, so once learning Blood Witches had taken her.

“Take a girl for yourself, around the same age if you can find one.” She did not question the instructions but learned what he had meant by them. Rosalind had been growing older and while she was strong, she could be stronger still and more time would allow for her to remain at Valtor’s side.

She remembers the look of confusion on Beatrix’s face that day. She remembers the screams, the pleads… None of it affected her. She could care less about the little vixen but was happy that raising her was no issue with a willing participant to do so, the brown-haired witch was obedient without question and that was all that was needed until Rosalind needed one last thing from her. That day, Beatrix died and Rosalind took her magic and body, making herself stronger and now more agile… Less fragile.

It had been for nothing, she thought bitterly as she stood outside in the chill, eyes still on the cottage. She hated how quaint it looked, she despised her new changed lifestyle but she tried to remind herself it was temporary. She had to remember his last message to her… The one message Valtor had given her telepathically, a message that remained embedded in her entire being.

“Bring me back.” He wouldn’t have given her that message if it wasn’t possible, she just had to do the work. The young fairies might have bested them but they allowed a small window for Valtor to relay that message… Bloom only held half his power, she claimed to have destroyed the power within him but she knew better. Magic like that could not be destroyed. It was back out there, somewhere… The magic tethered to Valtor could be brought back and Rosalind- No, Darcy…. Darcy intended to do just that.

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It had been a week since her purchase of the cottage and she had used that time to clean the place from top to bottom. She had also taken the time to look over her new home some, fixing what she could and furnishing it here and there so it wasn’t so bare. It was small, but there was a living room with a fireplace, a kitchen with a washing machine, something that worked in her favor since doing laundry the old-fashioned way wasn’t to her taste… She had set up a clothesline outside to assist better with the drying and had cleaned out the closet-sized greenhouse behind the home, intending to use it along with a small plot that seemed to have been used for a vegetable garden. Her new home also had a loft which had enough room for a bed and drawers for clothes, anything more would block walking space. Below that was a closet and a bathroom, the tiny sort where a taller person’s knees would touch the wall, something she didn’t have to worry about. The room that mattered most to her however was the basement, a room she took the most care with and had gone as far as to paint the windows black, black curtains placed up as well to ensure privacy. One corner of the room was a pedestal with a bowl, stones inside. Darcy had recreated a smaller version of the stone circle to power her home and create a barrier as seen at Alfea but added more magic so that it would hide her home as well. There had been a table where she could work, candles, lamps, along with what seemed like endless books and scrolls.

Her collection was something she was proud of, having spent years building it. There were some given to her by Valtor and others she had stolen from places of high security. There were books from the Grand Solarian Library, some from the Alfea College, some from archives hidden from their world, there were even some hidden on that magic-less place Bloom had considered her home… Years and years of ancient texts were sitting in her basement and one of them had the key she needed to get Valtor back so his work could be finished. Now that her home was clean and as homey as she needed it to be, the work could begin more or less.

The new independent lifestyle bothered her some. She was aware that time would be taken away from her work and that it wouldn’t be something she would be able to fully invest in. She had chosen to keep away from the town as much as possible which meant having to tend to herself as much as possible, gardening for food, and any other needs as days went on… but for now, she could at least spend her evenings translating what she could and hoped a spell or ritual would pop up sooner rather than later. It wouldn’t be easy, she knew that much since the texts followed an archaic language lost long ago. Her table however had piles upon piles of books based on translations of these texts and her determination to follow through with Valtor’s last request wasn’t one she was taking lightly.

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A little over a year passed. Seasons changed, everything was still quiet, and Darcy found her life swept in solitude. Days and days passed and all of her free time was used to read, translate, and practice what she found. There were a few days when she would not be so caught up in her reading, instead, she would venture out and look for new material if a lead came up somewhere. There had been some volumes of the books that were crafty like that; a series of them would be needed in order to understand the nature of a spell and their instructions. She had come across something that mentioned bringing back an individual but the book did not follow the topic of necromancy and it sparked an interest. This could be it, she hoped but learned there was more needed and she did not have it. Tracking the book was easy enough and had brought her back to Aster Dell, a bittersweet reunion with the place of Beatrix’s home that she had destroyed all those years ago.

Memories were pushed aside and she worked quickly, not wanting to raise alarm or for the new Queen Stella to make an arrival. The illusion Queen Luna had placed was now gone so entering the ruins of the town was easy but she couldn’t be sure of any magic that might be sleeping somewhere, waiting for someone to show up and quietly alarm someone. She couldn’t worry about that now, she had the power to easily transport herself back to her home if need be, having powered a bracelet of sorts for a solid month that would allow for one quick transport. It was a tedious thing to do but it would be her ticket out without the hassle. With a surefire way out, she could concentrate on locating what she needed.

Her eyes glowed, using her magic to try and locating the sister of the book that she held. A path of light was revealed to her and she followed it, coming across rubble but that is where the magic stopped. She cleared the area, dust, and debris flying and what was before her was a cellar door beneath the broken foundation of the home. She opened it and made her way down, not hesitating the slightest. The town had known Blood Magic users, Witches… They were all dead, therefore any protection spells or defenses involving magic was no more. It was dim, dry, perfect for books… She came across a lantern and lit it, needing to peer through the darkness. What she found was impressive enough, books, as expected but the sort she had yet to come across. Some were familiar, some were destroyed, others were of basic magic… Then she found it, the book she was looking for, locked in a glass case along with another. The glass was easily broken and she grabbed both, noting that if both were encased, both were important. Though, as she flipped through the book she had no intention of finding…

“It’s about magical creatures.” She realized with an irking tone, wondering why this particular book would be with the one she needed. Perhaps there was more to it… Either way, she decided to keep it and made her exit before anyone could show up, having heard a bit of noise above her. She had what she needed, granted if the chance to look around more was available, she would have taken it. After all, there was history here, books that were obviously aged and could have proven useful. However, thanks to to ruckus above and the growing sound of voices, she knew where they would be should she need them... Alfea College, where magical texts had a habit of being hidden away.

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its-morphin-time-xiv · 7 years ago

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<== Rock the world, (Don’t) Rock the world baby [!]

Garlemald, 1552.

Garlemald Performance Center.

Attendance: Sold Out

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The open air of the steel stadium was rich, thick and oh so heavy with an electrified and amplified air. Not an ounce of breath was quiet in any seat, every voice clamoring over one another in excitement, in anticipation for what would be a show unlike any other.

Traditionally, the stadium was used for theater troupes rather than an actual band, let alone one that this was. A young Belladonna, freshly primed and no doubt shook at the thunderous rancor that was the crowd beyond the stage stood with her band-mates as they bounced on their toes. A murmur from one of the stagehands as they rushed to and fro behind the eight musicians; “It’s almost time, you all! The Emperor asked you to perform, don’t you dare let his radiance down!”

Yes, it was true. The Emperor himself did ask, of course.. only after Belladonna’s own mother, Tribunus Laticlavius Desticia Slater brought it up during a personal meeting and gathering of the higher ups. The singular ruler of Garlemald, excited and rather enamored with the thought of a new performance in these iron halls caused him to pull strings aplenty to take Bella and her crew to the capital for one night only. With various praises from Thavnair and Grisana proper, there was little doubt that this show would disappoint, As an exotic show, that they were..

There was Irony here, the opening song that they had would be about bringing back the light to an hurting city, a bleeding city.. it was about their own city. Fighting the demons, lighting the dark night that was their finest hour. But again, the Emperor approved of the show’s song list.. So all that was left now was to simply... perform it all.

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As a group they were given the green light, brave step after brave step they would take their places on the stage. The roar of an excited crowd began to fill their eardrums, the thunder of heartbeats taking over their senses as the scent of cold steel and warm sweat filled their lungs. It was intoxicating, the warmth was drawn out of them and pushed into the air as the pressure of standing on stage began to hit all of them, one by one.

With every member in place, they all shared a look to one another, nervous smiles, and shaking laughs from them before their drummer threw their sticks together.

1... 2... 3... 4!

[Song link!]

The snare drum began to strike, beat by beat as if it were a heart’s rhythm, all the while two bass guitars were strumming in a pace to fill the quiet between the strikes. One could’ve mistaken the thoom and hum as an engine revving up.

Belladonna stepped up to the microphone, gripping the cold and polished stand. Her heeled boot planting itself on the base, to keep it held as she leaned forward pressing her body against it as she opened her lips, despite their nervous quiver her voice came out as a low rumble, matching the tone of the music current.

“♪This city's sleeping like a soldier trapped inside of an iron lung. Machines can keep you breathing, but what happens when you find a new war's begun? Flip a switch and turn it off, you won't be able to breathe. So either way you're a casualty.♪”

The hyur starting to bounce her shoulders as her heel bound up and down matching the bass guitars, she was nervous, by the gods she was but her mind was starting to shift from the small cowering fawn to a courageous wolf. The glint in her amethyst eyes seemed to lower and darken as she spawned a cunning smile that split from corner to corner.

The drums behind her began to beat more and more, raising and lowering in their crescendo of the amplified air around

“♪I've got this burning like my veins are filled with nothing but ceruleum. And with a spark, it's gonna be the biggest fire they've ever seen. Cut me down or let me run, either way it's all gonna burn... The only way that they'll ever learn♪” “♪We've got to turn it off, flip a switch.♪”

Bella kept her body pressed against the stand before throwing her head back as she raised her voice some few decibels higher above the music, calling for the a bounce of what would be her solo chorus. She opened both eyes, purple hues seemingly burning with determination and glory as she cast an arm forward, fingers out-stretched to grasp at the stadium air before her. “Light up the night! There is a city that this darkness can't hide. There are the embers of a fire that's gone out, But I can still feel the heat on my skin This mess we're in, well you and I, Maybe you and I, We can still make it right. Maybe we can bring back the light.”

As she poised her lyrical doubts, the hyur tucked her head to the side. Her boot lifting off the stand so she could yank the steel to the opposite side. Her breathing was shallow as her heart pounded with the boiling adrenaline that was no doubt starting to surge through her beat after beat, note after note.

By now, the back-up vocals picked up the first few words of the second verse, their voices acting like a bounce to what the smaller hyur would sing half-seconds later. Her body was swaying to the beat, her eyes caught the crowd doing the same.. A glimmering hope that they enjoyed it.. When in fact they truly did, their hands in the air clapping to the beat, bringing smiles to the band’s face as the hyur in front brought the microphone back up, her heel stomping down onto the base as if on time with the ramping beat.

“♪At the heart of the city there is a building that looks down over all there is. And the man in the tower controls it all without raising a single fist. It's like they gathered up the city, they sold it to the devils, and now It's gone to the hells and they wonder how.♪” All the while Bella sang through the lyrics, her voice was rumbling as she leaned forward, anchoring herself on the base of the stand and on part the stage as she pulled the polished metal with her, carrying it as if she leading a loving dance partner into a dip over the edge of the stage. Her eyes forward as she loomed over the crowd slightly before pulling back, her other hand stretched outward surfing the air of the bouncing crowd from left to right. “♪Well, a friend once told me: men, they would follow any man who would turn the wheels. Now the wheels are spinning out of control; what would they do if we held them still? If you destroy the working parts, what you'll get is a broken machine. A beacon of light from a burning screen.♪

“Light it up”

The bounding hyur left the stand as she freed the microphone from its ‘cage’, carrying it with her as she stepped to the center of the stage. Taking advantage of this brief quiet, she shot her free hand into the air as her boots planted themselves to either stand, herself becoming the center piece as the lights shined across the stage in an array of color. The band around her did all the same, the crowd roaring aloud in a cheer as they too raised their hands to the air, to the lights that illuminated the night’s warm and thunderous atmosphere.

“♪Light up the night. There is a city that this darkness can't hide. There are the embers of a fire that's gone out, But I can still feel the heat on my skin. This mess we're in, well you and I, Maybe you and I, We can light up the night.♪”

Bella raised her voice as they reached the chorus again, her heart thumping along with the bass drum and the blood rushing through her veins as the guitars wailed, both strums daring to out do each other as their solos came into play, higher and higher and higher did the notes soar. The back-up singers sang simple tunes as they raised the hands of everyone in attendance.

The entire stadium seemed to shudder as the band raised their volume over and over and over as the song raced towards the end, the chorus seemingly placed on repeat as the entire band danced in their places. Belladonna leaped forward, rushing back to the mic stand, ever so elegantly did she slip the microphone back into its holder as she raised her voice, the low rumble slipping high as she held tight onto the polished steel.

As the hyur moved across the stage, so too did the lights. Their hues changing to different compositions, shades of red and blues, oranges and purples mixing into one another as a singular light followed her across the stage. The Stadium’s lights seemed to darken around the stage, letting all focus be lead to the stage as Bella stomped her heeled boot onto the base of the stand. Her arms were at open wide as she sang from deep within, her voice bubbling with the beat as it flowed out of her, silvery with such an alluring purr that came with the confidence of a million hearts.

“♪We can light up the night. There is a city that this darkness can't hide. There are the embers of a fire that's gone out, But I can still feel the heat on my skin. This mess we're in, well you and I, Maybe you and I, We can light up the night.♪”

The lights were flashing along with the beat, striding across the stage as band reached their last chorus. Side to side they swayed, the guitarists losing themselves in their rhythms as they replaced center stage, letting Bell take the front. All the while she put on a show of her own as she danced with the shinning metal stand she had, striding bounding around as if it were a practiced partner in their tango for two.

Her eyes were shut tight as she let the beat take her heart for the ride to light up the night. To light up the stadium, and prove that there was something for them here. Bella led the crowd through the final chorus as it repeated twice more, the voices of the darkened yet packed stadium reaching her ears, keeping a smile on her face that made even the moon above’s heart shudder and blush in the shimmering lights.

“♪There is a city that this darkness can't hide There is a fire that will burn through the streets of the city And we will stand in the light. We will stand in the light, you and I. Maybe you and I. We can bring back the light.♪” “♪There is a city that this darkness can't hide There is a fire that will burn through the streets of the city And we will stand in the light. We will stand in the light, you and I. You and I. We can bring back the light.♪”

As the they proclaimed that they could bring back the light to the city in their song, she slid to her knees, a hand keeping herself latched the the metal stand at her side as she tucked her head back, letting it hang and soak in the stage lights over head. The beat of the drum fading and the guitars carrying the entire stadium to the outro as the vocals from the others lowered and faded, signalling the end of their song.

The entire stadium seemed to skip several beats of the heart as silence swept the darkness, no one could say a word. Not for the dislike but for the performance that took their breath away, the effort put into the show, the rhythm and the music entirely. Silence seemed to remain as the band kept still, their bodies shuddering as sweat dripped down every brow.

Seconds more pass before the crowd together erupted in a cacophony of cheering and hollars for what else was to come. The roar of a stadium at capacity filled Bella’s ears, causing the woman to let out a laugh and sigh of relief as she shakily rose to her feet, the band beside her rejoicing in their first successful song of the night.

Amethyst hues stared into the darkened crowds that rose higher and higher into the back, daring to possibly spot the glimmer of a smile on their host... Good thing too.. The night may have been lit, but the fires had yet to fully burn. And so...

The night was still young.

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kingdomofthelogos · 5 years ago

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A Time for Courage

Our nation needs restoration and revival, and these require courage. We cannot truly declare the Gospel of Christ Jesus while simultaneously being in lockstep with the world, using the same eyes to see the world, the same language to discuss the world, and possessing the same interests of where to invest our energy as the world. We must be like Nehemiah and courageously say “no" to unGodly things in our world.

Courage is not merely one of the cardinal virtues, for courage is altogether unique in its relationship to virtue. Rather than being a virtue, courage is the willingness to test virtue. Truly, courage is one’s willingness to test the holy teachings of God, it is a willingness to step out into a hostile world in order to declare the holy and true principles of God while firmly rejecting the beliefs, arguments, and even language of the world. If the world can get you to use its language, it can get you to see with its eyes and cut you off from God's virtues. Courage is a willingness to stake your life, and, as Nehemiah shows us, even the lives of your family and neighbors, on the holy principles of God in opposition to the various matters to which the world demands we bow.

Courage was found when Jochebed ignored the laws of Pharaoh and trusted Moses’s life to God as she placed him in a basket and lowered him into the river. Courage was found when David stepped to Goliath, that monstrous Philistine who had taunted the Israelites by cursing their God and demanding a worthy man be set before him in battle. David stepped to him, Goliath despised his very being, and said to him in 1 Samuel 17:43-44, “Am I a dog, that you come at me with sticks?” Then the Philistine cursed David by his idolatrous gods, and continued by saying, “Come here, and I’ll give your flesh to the birds and the wild animals!” Yet, David responded in courageous faith, that is, a willingness to risk his life on the holy principle of his God, and said in verses 45-46 “You come against me with sword and spear and javelin, but I come against you in the name of the Lord Almighty, the God of the armies of Israel, whom you have defied. This day the Lord will deliver you into my hands, and I’ll strike you down and cut off your head.”

Nehemiah had the courage to leave behind the life of a cupbearer and do something no one else even had eyes to consider. He cast a vision for his people, risking all of their lives. Nehemiah’s courage stirred up a deep hatred from all of the worldly nations surrounding the People of God. The courage of Nehemiah and his workers awakened a visceral hatred that grew stronger at the restoration of every stone. One of the ways you know you are with God is when all of those who espouse evil doctrines hate you. Let us not be confused, the more you show true courage to live by the eternal principles of God, the more the forces of the world will hate and despise you. The doctrines of evil are to accuse, slander, and instill confusion among your ranks as to keep you from sound footing.

Courage is essential to revival, for without courage we cannot live by faith and the church cannot be the church. If we consider the day of Pentecost, the church could not be the church, if they had not been transformed as a people once the Holy Spirit fell on them. The people were so moved by the Holy Spirit that they bound themselves together by the apostles’ teaching, the breaking of bread, and to the prayers. They voluntarily held their lives together in common, and tested the principles of Christlike forgiveness and mercy in their world. They were hated for this, and cast out of popular society. Yet, the Lord was adding to their numbers day by day. Had people acted the same after receiving the Holy Spirit, then there would be a fundamental contradiction, a breakdown in the laws of reality. Either that, or the Holy Spirit would be proven to have no power. For one cannot be transformed by the Holy Spirit and also live according to the world.

Heaven would not be Heaven, if its throne was not surrounded by bolts of lightning and peals of thunder. As we look to Revelation 4, we must understand that the great Throne of Heaven demands the power of lightning, the indescribable beauty, and the constant declaration that God is holy simply because He is. If God’s Kingdom did not demand perfection then it would be indistinguishable from fallen creation. Therefore, we should be filled with joy that we are not required to perfect ourselves but are perfected by Christ who calls us to courageously test The Way of Life on this earth. God came to us, stepping down from that magnificent throne, but nonetheless carrying its power, to call us to courage. God came to us saying, “fear not that which can touch the body, but the One who can destroy both body and soul in hell.” Even if people hate us and kill us, we can have assurance that the same power that sends booming peals of thunder across Heaven will give us new life in the Kingdom of eternal truth.

The tools of revival are not of this material world. The machines for rebuilding Jerusalem in 52 days were not purchased by Persia, but came from within the hearts of the laborers. The machines that moved earth and stone were not elaborate contraptions exerting great mechanical advantage, but were the multitude of hands belonging to workers who set their eyes on the principles of God. Yet, we must remember that their numbers did not start off strong, and it was a lone cupbearer that opened their eyes to the holiness of their God. This is revival. It starts with individuals who see with eyes for God's truth and they spread the fire to others around them.

Nehemiah cannot have revival without courage. He must test the holy virtues of God, not against God, but against the world around him. This means His eyes are set on the virtues of God and he is not highly concerned with what people say about him. By the time we get to Nehemiah chapter 5, we find that there is a problem. Nehemiah’s revival is not only challenged from forces without, but also from forces within. It is here that we should read Nehemiah 5.

Nehemiah would not have revival if the society he built was filled with dishonesty between his people. It is fascinating that Nehemiah is only appointed Governor after he has successfully transformed Jerusalem inside and outside. Not only has he made an outward declaration of what He stands against, but has also made an internal declaration of how the People of God should live. Nehemiah’s revival is built on principles, and when he finds out that people are mistreating one another he tells them in verse 9, “what you are doing is not right!” He does not give them a technical or legal argument, but a moral argument.

This text reminds us that people are not sanctified by being oppressed, and this is a harsh truth our modern world wants to ignore. People who are made victims in this life will easily turn and make victims of others. Just because someone has suffered something great, does not mean they will treat others righteously. All of the People of God had lived in shame and desolation, and yet many of them were viciously mistreating their neighbors.

For the final portion of this message I want us to contrast two things: courage and moral confusion. Courage and moral confusion are utter opposites, and Nehemiah’s memoir exemplifies this. If we remember Chapter 4, Sanballat and Tobiah had conspired to defeat Nehemiah and his workers by sowing confusion in their midst. When people are morally confused, they will fall. People who are morally confused will not be willing to be courageous and test virtue in the world around them simply because they do not know what is actually virtuous and what is counterfeit. When people are morally confused, they are easy to be conquered and consumed by evil. One can only apply the virtues of God in their life if they are focused on them.

Division that comes from within is one of the most destructive forces that can afflict a people; yet, unity for unity’s sake is a fake virtue that is insufficient to hold a people together. Only through a common vision of the common good can people hold together in a singular pursuit of righteousness. In Nehemiah 5 there is moral confusion among the people. They are being wicked in the way they treat one another without any accountability. This moral confusion must be dealt with if people are to truly experience revival.

Nehemiah is building a noble people, and that requires the transformation of every life found in Jerusalem. Nehemiah demands an oath on God’s principles, and realizes that in order for Jerusalem to truly be a society where none live in shame, then they must treat one another righteously. This is necessary for Jerusalem to truly reflect God’s love as His chosen city.

In our modern day and age, the forces of evil try to keep us from courage by sowing moral confusion. Our nation has been damaged by ignoring the fact that all are sinners in need of transformation, and that forgiveness is a gift from God that brings peace. Depression, despair and suicide are rising for a reason. Affirming people in their natural desires does not actually bring meaning in life. This idolatrous spirit wants young people to stay put in their natural desires, so that they will never be stirred to courageously stand against the world. People are easy to be manipulated and misled when they are morally confused.

We live in an era of great moral confusion, and evil is emboldened when people do not believe in absolute truth and absolute morality. The forces of destruction hate restoration and love moral confusion. Our modern age likes to accuse people based on their skin color, without permitting forgiveness or truth. People are told they must look at one another in groups, rather than as individuals. The possessive spirit obscures personal guilt with an unfalsifiable collective guilt, and everything always goes in one direction: towards chaos. Those who pursue excellence and seek to rise above their own sin are slandered and muzzled while those who want to be idle, destroy, or bear false witness are encouraged to advance their depravity. Tools like political correctness and mob rule are used to silence truth, and ensure that the public sphere is free of God.

The idolatrous god of this age ensures that there is no accountability for the wicked, but perpetual slander against the righteous. Perhaps the most terrible of all is the moral confusion injected into our young people. Fake virtues of equality, tolerance, and inclusion have conquered modern discourse and removed the courageous pursuit of virtue from our youth. The idolatrous god of this age knows that the only thing that can defeat it is the Gospel of Christ Jesus, thus it has trained people to reject virtue and live meaningless lives where they are never challenged to pursue holiness.

Our entire culture is possessed by moral confusion and corrupt ideas, and it is going to take great courage to stand against it. There will be many who hate us, but be assured in the power of Heaven’s Throne. Nehemiah would have failed in his mission had he cared too much about what Sanballat or Tobiah said. Yet, he would have also failed had he cared too little about the sin that had crept into his own house. Nehemiah was willing to hold people accountable, but then move on and thrive as the People of God.

In our modern age there are many who have been infected by the destructive ideas that possess our culture. If people are willing to repent, then we must be willing to forgive them and welcome them into our ranks. Revival begins locally when we are willing to courageously test the virtues of God against the world.

#Christian #Pastor #Church of the Nazarene #Faith #Holiness #Bible Study #Sermon #Nehemiah #Courage #Justice

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jafreitag · 7 years ago

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Grateful Dead Monthly: Madison Square Garden – New York, NY 9/18/87

On Friday, September 18, 1987, the Grateful Dead played Madison Square Garden in New York City. It was the middle of a five-show run at the fabled venue.

MSG, which opened in 1968, sits atop Penn Station in Midtown Manhattan. It’s the home of the NBA’s New York Knicks, the WNBA’s New York Liberty, and the NHL’s New York Rangers. It’s also become a “home away from home” for Phish, who squatted there for this summer’s amazing Baker’s Dozen series of thirteen shows over seventeen nights. LN GD guru ECM was at a few of those Phish shows.

As I’ve mentioned, Ed is a great resource for these posts. He does the primary research – photos, links, comments from the Live Music Archive – and I do the prattle. Our process is pretty simple. Typically, I ask him for a few options of shows in the upcoming month that we can cover. He gives me a list. We chat about that, and decide. Then I get an email with a ton of material. This month was different.

In early August, here was the list:

1970 – 9/19 or 9/20 Fillmore East

1972 – throw a dart. there are so many good ones

1974 – 9/11 or 9/18

1975 – 9/28 Golden Gate Park

1977 – 9/3 Englishtown (40 year anniversary)

1978 – 9/2 Giants Stadium (raise $$ for Egypt)

1979 – 9/1 or 9/2 (super long Let It Grow)

1980 – 9/6 Lewiston (Labor Day weekend), 9/2 Rochester (filler on Dicks Picks) or one of the Warfield shows

1981 – 9/26 Buffalo (I think either [GDC members] Fen or Butch or both are big proponents of this show)

1983 – 9/2 Boise or 9/11 Santa Fe

1985 – 9/7 Red Rocks

1987 – 9/18 MSG (30 year anniversary)

1989 – 9/29 Shoreline (Death Don’t bust out)

1990 – one of the shows from MSG – 9/16, 9/19 or 9/20

1991 – 9/26 Boston

My response was sorta non-committal. ” ’87 or ’89 would be fun, but maybe save ’89 for October?”

Little did I know that 9/18/87 was not only a fun show, but also part of my dear friend’s life. He called it, and said, “I’ll work on a brief fan account and get that to you soon.”

What a fan account. Ladies and Gentlemen, Ed Martin…

It’s hard to believe that I saw this show 30 years ago. The Dead created an enormous amount of momentum in the two months before the start of the band’s much anticipated Fall Tour in 1987. Over the summer, the band released In The Dark, its first studio album since 1979 which resulted in a Top 10 Billboard hit single and its first-ever video on MTV with Touch of Grey, The buzz about the new album coupled with a highly successful summer tour with Bob Dylan thrust the Dead into the spotlight. As a result, everything changed. Suddenly it was cool to like the Grateful Dead and it was fashionable to wear tie-dyed clothing. New fans – referred to by vets as “Touch-Heads” – flooded the scene. So, it was not surprising that tickets were tough to come by for the fall tour. I was lucky to have received mail-order tickets from GDTS for three shows at Madison Square Garden – Sept. 18, 19 and 20. The weeks leading up these shows were very exciting as I began to hear great reviews from friends who attended the shows in Providence and Landover (no internet back then). The band was playing well and had added a bunch of exciting cover songs to their vast repertoire including Devil with the Blues Dress On/Good Golly Miss Molly, Fever and La Bamba, the latter was a song from a movie by the same name that had been released over the summer. In addition, there were new songs that were added as a result of recent collaborations with The Neville Brothers (Hey Pocky Way) and Bob Dylan (All Along The Watchtower, When I Paint My Masterpiece and Knockin’ On Heaven’s Door).

[Photo credit: Billy O. Photography]

By the time Friday September 18, 1987 arrived my excitement could not be contained. I was hoping and praying to see a lot of the songs the band wound up playing that evening. Shakedown, Watchtower, Dew, La Bamba and Knockin’ were high on my list. My seats were good – loge level on the right side near Jerry and Brent. There was a jubilant atmosphere inside the Garden. When the house lights finally went down the rabid, East-Coast audience exploded. Weir takes a moment to joke about levitating Jerry which was a reference to their appearance on The David Letterman Show the previous night. With that the band tears into Hell In A Bucket. I must confess that Bucket was not the opener I had hoped for. It had been played to death over the summer and was becoming a bit tiresome for me. However, this is about as good a version as one could possibly ask for. Weir’s vocals are confident. He’s so pumped that he is practically spitting the lyrics out. Brent is pounding his keys and Jerry’s distorted guitar runs are searing. The finale has Weir at his 80s falsetto best. Wow! Sugaree was not unexpected. It was a common pairing with Bucket for show as a show opener at the time. Walkin’ Blues is next. It had been played only a handful of times in 1985 but was reintroduced by Weir at the San Francisco Civic Center on 1/28/87 presumably as another option for the “blues slot” to keep things fresh. It remained part of the band’s regular repertoire through the end. Once again, Weir is in terrific voice and is in total command of this version. Jerry follows that up with Candyman which is one of those little nuggets like Row Jimmy, Althea and High Time that I never tire of seeing. Candyman had taken on a new significance since Jerry’s return from his diabetic coma – “Won’t you tell everybody you meet that the Candyman’s in town.” Garcia’s solo on this version is glorious. I was floating. I never wanted it to end. Weir chooses When I Paint My Masterpiece, the first of three songs from the Dylan catalog that will be played that evening. The band premiered Masterpiece at Ventura on 6/13/87 complete with an engaging 2-part-harmony arrangement accompanied by Garcia. This upbeat version is stellar. A soaring Bird Song follows and the energy with which it is played matches everything that preceded it. The band brings it to an incredible peak and then just as we are all getting started the band pulls the rug out from underneath us and closes the first set out after only 6 songs. What?

[Photo credit: Billy O. Photography]

Fortunately, the break was not too long. Continuing with the same high level of energy, the band opens the second set with the only logical choice under the circumstances – Shakedown Street. It was on my wish list so I was ecstatic. The Garden explodes with appreciation as the band crashes into the opening D-minor chord. This is a speedy version that is very similar to the incredible version they played in Pittsburgh on 7/6/87. Madison Square Garden is instantly transformed into a dance party. Heads are bobbing, bodies are gyrating. Huge smiles everywhere. People are getting DOWN. Once again, Garcia’s vocals are assertive. The “Beat Out Loud” verse is sung with authority and the “Poke Around” vocal scatting sets up the jam that follows perfectly. Garcia finds a pattern he likes and plays it repeatedly. The crowd surges with ecstasy. Having reached the peak, the band cuts it short just like they did in Bird Song and continues the party with Women Are Smarter. They slow things down again with a strong Terrapin which leads to Drums and has everybody scratching their head at the wisdom of a 3-song pre-drums set that lasted just 30 minutes(!) All will be redeemed shortly.

What follows the Drums and Space segment is a thing of which dreams are made. GDTRFB > Watchtower is high octane 80s Dead at its very best. Watchtower made it debut at the Greek Theater on 6/20/87 and Garcia was blowing the doors off it with his searing leads. This version is one of the better ones. At the conclusion of Watchtower are a few descending notes and a brief moment of silence where the entire world seems to hangs in the balance of what the band will play next. It’s the feeling that is usually associated with the moment of anticipation before the band plays Dark Star. Here, the band plays something almost as sacred – Morning Dew. Over the years, the band had kept Morning Dew kind of rare. However, in 1987 it had been played 13 times already. Not that anybody was complaining! The repetition/practice paid off in spades as the band dropped what is arguably one of the best versions ever – Cornell aside. Most would agree that is one of the top 10 versions ever played. Garcia pours his soul into this one both instrumentally and vocally. His aggressive vocal approach was certainly unique and took every by surprise. Check out how he sings “Where have all the people GONE” and and his inflection on the final “I GUESS it doesn’t matter anywaaaaaaaaay.” along with the way he hangs on that last word. Holy shit! I mean, that is some jaw-dropping, hair-on-the-back-of-your-neck-raising, goose bump inducing, chills-down-your-spine shit right there. The rowdy weekend crowd roars with approval. It was startling how fast and loud the reaction was. It sounded like a stadium after the home team won the Super Bowl, World Series, Stanley Cup, etc. Words can not do justice to the reaction. It was mind blowing and it is nothing like I had ever heard before or since then – and I was in attendance for the Dark Stars on 10/16/89 and 3/29/90. Ever the pro, Garcia takes the crowd reaction and responds with a guitar solo for the ages. There is no time to bring this Dew down to a whisper as was customary. This one required a burning solo right from the beginning. His guitar squeals with high-pitched notes. As the band approaches the end the pace quickens. Garcia’s distorted notes are flying at a dizzy pace like they did in Watchtower. Brent’s thundering organ is swirling. Climbing higher and higher. Finally, Garcia hits an impossible note. It’s screeching and it sounds way off-key but, holy shit is he wailing. He repeats the off-key note with rapid machine gun fire and in the chaos of it all, it makes perfect sense. I’m losing my mind but II’m not alone. The crowd explodes again. At that moment, everybody knew we had witnessed something so epic that it would be remembered in the legacy of Grateful Dead concerts. Any gripes that people may have had about the concert being too short were quickly forgotten. A finale like that makes a massive statement. Nothing more needed to be said. The band could have put their instruments down and walked off stage without an encore and nobody would have complained. To get Good Lovin’ with La Bamba tossed in was gravy. Obviously feeding off confidence and crowd energy, the band turns in an incredible performance. that brought the house down again. Smiles everywhere – especially when Garcia launched into La Bamba. Bobby’s reprise of Good Lovin’ is filled with falsetto squeals that only further feeds the frenzy. The soothing Knockin’ encore was like church. The Dead destroyed MSG, reducing its fans to a puddle.

Ed Martin / @31daysofdead

Yeah. What he said! This show is fantastic, guys. As well-known reviewer Dr. Flashback quipped on the LMA: “This show simply rocks.” It even made the cut and became part of the massive 30 Trips Around the Sun box set to commemorate the band’s thirty-year career on their fiftieth anniversary. (The header image – pardon the watermark – is from that.) Unfortunately, the official version isn’t on Spotify, but other quality versions are available.

Transport to the Charlie Miller transfer of the soundboard recording HERE.

Transport to the Charlie Miller transfer of the audience recording HERE.

Transport to the MattMan remaster of the soundboard HERE.

And HERE is a decent video of the entire show.

Oh, Jerry and Bobby were on the original David Letterman show the night before. HERE is the YouTube link. They played Dylan’s “When I Paint My Masterpiece.” I watched that in my freshman year dorm room.

Thanks, Ed. Hope I did this one justice. My life is richer because of you.

More soon.

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