#Panic mode is engaged at that exact moment-

[shmorp-mcdurgen]

im imagining a scenario where like. cesar leaves to do something in the middle of the night and gets injured

seth is pacing back and forth, worried out of his mind before cesar stumbles in and collapses-

YEAH GAH-

Just. Seth hears the door open and is glad until he sees Cesar just. collapse onto the floor-

[peach-the-owl]

When You Get Hurt

Child of the Nein (Mighty Nein & Child!Reader)

I'm sorry if it’s taking me so long to get my works out recently, but unfortunatly life doesn’t slow down so it can be hard to find the time to write sometimes. I’ll still do my best to work on my writing whenever I can tho, I don’t want you to think I’ve quit on y’all 😁

Jester

You could be a little clumsy sometimes getting scrapes on your arms and knees, but Jester's always there to help kiss your boo-boos better. Now getting attacked and injured when engaging in battles was an inevitable outcome and while she tries, Jester can’t always be by your side in those situations. However, thankfully you knew some of your own healing spells, just in case, and you knew how to defend yourself pretty well too. Though if you were to fall unconscious she’d use as much magic needed to make sure you were stable, before she’d call down the wrath of the Traveler himself to exact her revenge on the sorry soul who dared to hurt her sweet little trickster. Once you wake up you'd hear a joyful, and familiar squee as Jester showers you with hugs and bunny kisses, and you’re always happy to return the sentiment.

Nott

You are very nimble, squeezing yourself into spaces people wouldn’t think to look in when doing recon, often getting scrapes on your hands and knees afterwards. Nott will always check you over twice to make sure there isn’t any concerning cuts on you that may have been overlooked. When it comes to battles you prefer to stay back and watch, waiting for the right moment to strike then quickly hide again. You're also extremely hard to hit, being a smaller target and able to hide most anywhere, but that doesn't mean you’re unhitable. It doesn’t take much to knock you unconscious either, you may be small and fast but you were also weaker then everyone else. When this happens, it doesn’t matter how drunk or sober Nott is, the second you’re out her instincts kick in and she’ll go mother bear on anyone who tries to get close to you until you’re in the safe hands of one of the clerics. When you wake up, you normally find Nott at a tavern bar trying to drink away her worries, once she sees you she'll scoop you into a hug and check you over again, one can never be too sure if you’re really ok or not. After that you both might go out and snag some shiny coin or trinkets from some miserable, snobby rich people.

Caleb

You try to watch your step and be careful but even still you’ll sometimes end up getting a small cut or scrape on you, Jester or Caduceus normally help patch it up, you already knowing Caleb wouldn't do stuff like that, being so reserved. Since Caleb never taught you any attack magic you played the role of support, staying as far from the fray of battle as possible but still close enough to give someone a boost or potion if needed. Despite your best efforts enemies still sneak up on you, wanting to take down any support the group has in hopes of gaining the upper hand. Caleb goes into a panic mode once he sees you’ve fallen unconscious, breathing becoming heavy and freezing on the spot, then like a flip of the switch he’s using any spell he can to take out the enemy and get you to safety. The first thing you’ll notice when you wake is the slight pressure on your chest where Frumpkin is laying, he'll then get off you and wait for you to follow him to where Caleb is distracting himself in a book. It may take awhile to gain his attention back, but when you do he puts the book down and places his hands on your shoulders asking if you’re ok. You'd then spend the rest of the day with him reading to you, a smile on your face knowing that while he won’t always show it publicly he still cared a lot about you.

Caduceus

You could easily treat to or heal your own wounds with some bandages or spells, but it was still nice to have Caduceus treat to them for you. In battles you have a tendency to help others before yourself, but when the situation demands it you knew how to defend yourself pretty well. Of course there are times when the enemy overwhelms you where you can’t defend yourself and fall unconscious. Upon seeing this Caduceus will waste no time warding off the enemy and getting you away from the fight, treating any concerning wounds first before focusing on the others. When you open your eyes again he’ll be there with a nice cup of tea ready at your bedside, but not before some well needed cuddles and forehead kisses, thankful that the Wildmother granted you a quick recovery.

Fjord

An adventurous soul is one that can get into a lot of trouble if your not careful but you’re used to getting little cuts and scrapes, brushing them off like they’re nothing. Fjord knew it could be tough growing up in an orphanage, but that didn’t mean he always liked the mindset it left you with. You’re no stranger to fighting either, making you think up a strategy and execute it with decent results, not every plan is perfect after all. Sometimes your little strategies backfire and can give the enemy and advantage against you, causing serious damage to you or you falling unconscious. This will put an unseen target on the attacker by a very pissed off half-orc, not knowing what they’re dealing with until they’ve been hit by 2 consecutive Eldritch Blasts. When you wake again at first you’re a little disoriented, not knowing how your suddenly in some inn bed. You’ll normally find Fjord sitting in a chair having nodded off, so naturally you get up and poke him until he wakes. When he sees you he’s filled with relief that your alright, then laughs as you playfully continue to poke him until he makes you stop.

Beau

Beau’s not very good at the whole emotions thing so normally when you get hurt she’d tell you to walk it off and come back stronger, easy enough for you. Beau doesn’t worry too much about you knowing you’re good in a fight, using the skills she taught you to the best of your ability. However, if you were say… knocked unconscious, then she's throwing hands at the one stupid enough to do so, beating them to a bloody pulp and getting one of the clerics to heal you before worrying about her. When your back on your feet again your sure to hear her boast all about how she beat the ever living hell out of the one who caused you to fall unconscious in the first place. To you it’s just nice to know that Beau secretly does really care about you, even if she doesn’t say it outright.

Yasha

Getting hurt never felt like a big deal to you, after all you were a mini tank getting close and personal with the enemy many a times. It’s not easy to take you down, especially with the rest of the group to back you up. You weren’t always with the group though, you and Yasha going off on your own for one reason or another, this is where you could run into trouble. You may be small but you were tough, that doesn’t mean you can’t get overwhelmed though leading to the possibility of you falling unconscious. On the rare times this happens, Yasha will sprout her bony wings, hair and eyes turning black as she cuts down the few enemies that remain before gently taking you into her arms and using Healing Hands, praying it’s enough to keep you stable. When you manage to open your eyes you’ll see Yasha lost in thought, adjusting yourself to sit up from the ground will pull her away from her thoughts as she pulls you into a hug. You can feel her body shake as she apologizes for letting this happen, you know she’s lost a lot, you both have, so you assure her that you’re ok and that it’ll take much more to keep you down.

Molly

You’ve lived a harder life then you’d openly admit to many, and being in a circus for 2 years of course you’d get some scrapes and cuts from doing tricks, nothing you can’t easily laugh off though. When it comes to combat you’re a lover not a fighter, leaving the action for everyone else, only stealing the spotlight when absolutely necessary. Now if anyone dares to make you fall unconscious, you can bet their gonna have an ice covered blade through their chest the next moment, the last thing they’d see being two ruby eyes bearing into their soul. When you wake up you'll see Molly casually playing with his tarot cards before he looks over at you, having noticed your movements. At first he’ll simply place a hand on your shoulder saying that he knew you were in good hands and would be alright. After looking over his shoulder to check that no one else was present however, his grip tightens a little and your suddenly pulled into a hug, you know he’s not really familiar with being attached to people so you say nothing and just return the gesture.

[a-lil-perspective]

The Bad Batch X Sick Reader

A/N: This is my very first posted fic on here, I hope you all enjoy. Please feel free to provide feedback, it’s much appreciated!

Although you didn’t bolt upright in dramatic fashion upon returning from a deep slumber, you nevertheless awoke with a start, eyes fluttering open and feeling vaguely aware of the dampness of a cold sweat permeating your hairline. Disorientation takes over as you lie rigid in the bed, only being able to process the physicality of how utterly terrible you feel- you didn’t think you could move in such quick succession if you tried- Every joint feels stiff and your muscles are resistant to comply, attempting to encompass and entrap your body deep within the mattress, refusing to give way to your motions.

Swiping at the remnants of sweat from your forehead with the back of your hand, you become uncomfortably conscious of the fact that your face is burning up, despite the rest of your extremities freezing in stark contrast.

This was no good. Your heart rate quickens as panic rises in your throat, gripping tightly as your breath hitches. Your mind begins racing, conjuring up every angle of the current situation in an attempt to make some light of it. You eventually force the lump down, giving into the overwhelming realization.

You were sick. Big time.

Fearing you looked as bad as you felt, you promptly thrust yourself out of bed with great effort and a groan of pain before stumbling into the ‘fresher, examining your entirety and fervently hoping your initial concerns were just an exaggerated oversight.

One glance at your trembling, pale, and achy form confirmed your worst suspicions.

“Kriff,” is all you can manage, further worsening matters by the realization of your curse rolling out only as a mere croak. Gritting your teeth, you roll your puffy, exhausted eyes and shake your head in disappointment. Great. Sick AND losing your voice. This can’t get much worse, you think to yourself bitterly as you level your gaze back at the mirror.

With great effort you manage you pull yourself together enough to make it out to the common area of the ship, bracing yourself to face the others. You remain self-conscious of your movements, attempting to exert your stance, stride, and demeanor with purpose as to not draw unwanted attention to yourself and your condition.

Hunter, Wrecker, Tech, Crosshair- they were no fools. Hunter especially, what with his enhanced senses and innate perceptions, will pick up on your illness lighting fast.

Realizing you’re up and starting your day much later than usual, it’s no surprise the guys are already up and in their respective places- although Hunter is nowhere to be found upon entering the common room.

Tech, lounging in a seat with his nose buried in his datapad, eyebrows furrowed in concentration, looks up to greet you first, his expression turning into that of perplexity.

“Good morning, Y/N. I am surprised you slept in. Stayed up late last night, I presume?”

You clear your throat in an attempt to forcefully exact your normal, chipper level of voice. “Hey, Tech. Yeah, something like that.”

He nods, returning sights to his work, facial expression evident that his curiosity is momentarily satiated. It’s clear that he didn’t pick up on the fact that your voice, despite your best attempts, came out in just above a whisper. For that, you were thankful.

You head over to the cupboard to pour yourself some caf, hoping a warm drink would do you some good.

“You look like hell.”

A terse statement from the jaded appearance of Crosshair standing in the corner, arms folded across his chest and eyes boring into you, caused you to jump and your already trembling fingers to drop the empty cup you had grabbed, clanging to the ground and reverberating with purpose as if some cruelly overly-dramatized joke.

Feeling frustration bubble to the surface, you sigh deeply and level a thinly-veiled unimpressed look in his direction, unable to muster the willpower to put up with his attitude today.

“Thanks.” You sneer. Before you even manage a step over in his direction to where the cup had predictably rolled, Crosshair moved in the blink of an eye to pick it up and appear alongside you, placing the now unusable cup to the side and in one solid motion, reaching up to grab a new one down for you.

You look at Crosshair quizzically. Out of all the other members on this ship with whom you’ve fallen into methodical and sequential step with, you two have still got some steps to learn to your dance, with you having never quite fully figured out the enigmatic sniper and all of his expressive layers.

“Thanks,” you mutter in just above a strained whisper, though pushing more sincerity and less of a sarcastic quip this time. Turning to pour the caf, you’re taken by mild surprise when Crosshair engages with you once again.

“You sick or somethin’?” His eyes narrow questioningly as he searches your face before reaching out tentatively to thumb at your cheek, gently cupping it.

You’re taken aback by the touch, distantly aware of your heart rate quickening it’s pace. You avoid his questioning gaze, instead focusing on the sensation of his cool fingertips meeting the increasing warmth radiating from your skin with ease. Despite the fact that the action further solidifies your current state of being fever-ridden. It’s oddly comforting.

You hesitantly turn away, but not before slightly leaning into his touch.

“I’m fine,” you manage weakly.

Crosshair’s not convinced in the slightest. But before he can voice his trepidation, Wrecker comes bounding into the room, his voice boisterous and projecting. Not exactly the sound volume you want to hear right now but, you can’t help but smile inwardly at his puppy-like energy. He means well.

“Hiya, Y/N!” Wrecker greets you with a less-than-gentle pat on the back, making you almost spill the cup of hot caf you had laced your cold fingers around just moments before.

You weren’t sure what facial expression you were wearing, but Wrecker falters nonetheless. “You okay?” He asks, voice coated with concern.

Kriff. You wish everyone would kindly stop asking you that. You just wanted to enjoy your kriffing cup of caf and TRY to recoup before your briefing in two standard rotations, with which you’d been tasked with compiling numerous works together in preparation for a large-scale mission forthcoming. The fact that you were in this state, so close to the arrival date of the meeting and your work not AT ALL in a state of completion, was seriously stressing.

“Yeah, Wrecker.” You once again smile up at the gentle giant looming over you. “All good.”

As if on cue in an effort for the universe to illuminate your lying streak with full bravado, your body is racked with increasing pain and you tremble, feeling a shiver go up your spine.

Nobody gets a word out before Hunter comes around. He looks as if he’s just awoke, blinking rapidly and rubbing at his temples. You consider him for a moment then, realization hitting you like a ton of bricks.

OH.

THAT’S why he hasn’t been around this morning.

Guilt suddenly pangs at your chest as you revert back to yesterday, recalling how Hunter had to turn in after the last mission due to a headache caused from a sensory overload. He had explained to you how it plagued him from time to time, and reassured you not to worry, but you couldn’t forget how much pain he was in- eyes glazed over, body doubled over, beads of sweat enveloping his face. It made you feel helpless.

Helpless, and embarrassed at your perceived selfishness.

Here you were, out here dropping cups from the cupboard and making general racket, all the while wallowing in your own self-misery today- having not even previously processed how Hunter could’ve been in the other room feeling just as miserable.

Now he stood before you, addressing everyone about something, something you couldn’t even hear over the sound of your own thoughts simultaneously drowning everyone out.

“-Feels like I heard commotion or somethin’ out here, just thought I’d check on y’all.” He grinned in amusement, feeling a spark of playfulness. “Wanted to make sure Y/N wasn’t acting up in here.”

Everyone cracked a grin but you, who all but blurted out your guilty admission, much to your chagrin. It’s your own guilt, coupled with illness, sporadic emotions due to the fact, and lack of coherent thoughts nagging at you all at once.

“Hunter... I’m sorry,” you croaked. All eyes were on you, each differing degrees of quizzical expressions.

“I-I’m the one who dropped the cup and made the racket. I didn’t consider that you could’ve still been feeling unwell. Sorry.” You sheepishly confess, before spilling into a coughing fit.

Kriff. Shouldn’t have said so much in one setting. Way to make your condition obvious.

Hunter, who holds the most mixed expressions you’ve ever seen- amusement, discomfort, confusion, laced with compassion- comes striding over to you.

“Y/N. You’re rambling. That’s not like you,” he chuckles. “I’m fine, don’t worry about me, okay? You look like you could use a lot more help right now.” He reaches a hand to splay out across your forehead to check for a fever that you both already know is becoming, to which you gracefully duck and sidestep him, all while gripping your cup of caf.

Crosshair chuckles at your motion and Hunter just looks to you. He’s diving fully into empathetic, sensible parent mode- you can tell- as he sighs exasperatedly at your innate ability to prove difficult.

“Y/N... ya gotta let us figure out what’s going on with you, so that we can get ya well.”

You look down into the cup, weighing those words and considering what to say next. You’ve never been one to freely and openly allow someone to care for you, nor have you fully possessed the ability to convey your feelings in a refined way- especially when you’re unwell. Your tenacity, though admirable, doesn’t always make it easy for someone else to know how to help you. Likewise, deeming it challenging for you to even know how one can help you. It’s a tedious cycle that plagues you when you immerse yourself too deep.

“I... I think I’m just tired.” you manage weakly. “Besides,” you croak, “I’ve got to get all my works completed before the briefing.”

With that, collective silence falls as you stumble back towards your room, thankful for the closed doors that keep your vulnerabilities and current physical ailments tightly locked away.

You were thankful for the brief quiet time, and managed to clear your head just enough to work for what you estimated to be about a half hour that came and went. With your work sprawled on the floor, you alongside it, the caf mug well empty now and off to the side, there’s a wheezing that now accompanies your breaths and, it worries you. As you lie flat on the floor, fear swells in your chest and you wish you had the courage to call the guys in here to you. You wish you weren’t so conflicted.

As you finish that train of thought, there’s a loud bang on the door.

“Y/N?” It’s Wrecker, the realization coming unsurprisingly to you judging by the obvious choice gesture of greeting at the door.

“Come in,” you strain your voice to project.

In the doorframe you find all four members of The Bad Batch, all weighing mixed levels of concern at your small, sick frame curled up on the floor. They all collectively rush in, though in a way as to not alarm you. In the moment, you’re thankful for their company.

“Hey,” Hunter soothes as he kneels down beside you, running a hand through your hair. “You’re gonna be okay. Let us take care of you, like you take care of us.”

You nod weakly, coming to your senses and surrendering all complaining rights in that moment.

Hunter orders Tech to go and grab the small medkit kept on the ship, though they’re all well aware of the fact that it’s not on par with medical facilities. Being several parsecs away from the nearest, they want to at least get the ball rolling here onboard for now. They decide not to move you until you’re stable.

Wrecker comes behind you and sits down, straddling you back into his lap and letting you use him as a body pillow. He doesn’t mind, he loves your small frame in contrast with his own, much larger one. You love how warm he is in the moment. It’s a mutual feeling between you two of safety and security.

Tech promptly returns with the medkit and although Crosshair is the only one appearing rigid and most hesitant to be hands-on with you, The Bad Batch get to work, communicating amongst themselves with the same efficiency they project amidst all things. They give you some anti-inflammatories to take the edge off, and you vaguely remember a stimulant- an overwhelmingly pleasant aroma of something very herbal-like. You initially thought it to be reminiscent of Bacta, but it wasn’t.. What was that?

Almost instantly, your chest felt clear. Your breathing became even and despite still being in pain, you were no longer wheezing. You attempted to make a mental note to ask later what the miracle worker was, but you weren’t able to give it much more thought as you felt your eyes suddenly became heavy-lidded, succumbing to rest you know your body desperately needed.

You awoke much later, feeling immensely better, and no longer needing the medical facility services that were finally available to you. Four pairs of eyes were studying you and, upon seeing you wake, the expressions attached collectively sighed in relief. You couldn’t help but feel something soft swirl in your chest upon lovingly fixing your gaze on the crew of the Havoc Marauder. They truly were something special. They knew you the best, and were able to have the most profound effect on you, no matter how adamantly complex you could be. They deeply cared for you. It’s moments like these, you realize how intertwined and inseparable you are.

You hope it always stays that way.

[joeyloganho]

You Hold the Key (Self insert x Voldo)

(A/N: this is very self indulgent and i hope you fellow self shippers enjoy it.)

Warnings: small mentions of death, not completely canon content (but that’s what you sign up for when you get an S/I fic ok?)

Genre: Angst, Fluff

Word Count: 1121 (turned out a bit shorter than i thought it would)

OK TO RB? Yes! Please do! 

Summary: Vercci leaves his servant to Victor, who used to help Vercci with artistic endeavors. Victor takes on the responsibility of protecting Voldo when he is vulnerable, despite the fact that Voldo is trying to do the protecting. They grow closer. This is the story of how they became inseparable. 

~

Victor sat in Vercci’s office, drawing up sketches for the Money Pit. Vercci sat across him at his desk, Voldo standing right behind him. Vercci had noticed something in the past years that Victor had been working with him. Of all the people that came through to speak with Vercci, to work with him, Voldo was only “kind” to one person besides himself. And of course, it was Victor. Vercci had watched the two of them, Victor talking to him as though he would speak back to him, treating him like he would anyone else. It was almost as though...Victor didn’t see Voldo as scary or even intimidating. He simply saw him as a friend. 

Truth be told, Voldo also thought of Victor as a friend. His only friend. Vercci was not a friend, rather his Master, and someone he needed to protect and do anything he says. Victor, on the other hand, would hold conversations with him. Even though Voldo never spoke, they were often spotted discussing various topics and even sometimes giggling to each other. 

It was because of this exact reason that Vercci came up with his plan. He was not jealous of this relationship they had. Rather, he saw the companionship as beneficial to everyone. That day, while Victor was working on the sketches, Vercci let out a soft sigh. 

“You know,” He started. “I see you with Voldo often.” 

This caused Victor to perk up and look away from his sketch for a moment. “Yes? We sometimes take walks together. I enjoy his company.” Victor told him, hoping that he was not in some sort of trouble for engaging in conversation with Voldo. 

“I’m glad.” Vercci smiled. “Because I have a request.” 

Victor raised an eyebrow and sat back in the chair. “What is this request?” He asks cautiously. Voldo had remained unmoved, but he was listening intently. 

Vercci cleared his throat. “One day, I will no longer be here. And I know that Voldo will be lost without me. I need you, his only friend, to promise me something.” He explains. “Promise me...you will take care of Voldo when I’m gone. You will be his, and he will be yours.” 

Victor was a bit taken back by this request. He sat in silence for a moment before finally letting out a small breath. “I can do that. I can promise you that Voldo will be safe with me when you are gone.” He tells him. Vercci smiles widely, nodding his head happily. 

“Good!” He says with a chuckle.

~

YEARS LATER

Vercci had passed early in the evening, Voldo by his side. He screeched, almost in a panic, attempting to wake his Master. When he finally realized he would not be waking up, his mind switches to a different mode. He must find Victor. Voldo slinks his way out of the room and begins his search. 

Victor was at his home that Vercci had so graciously bought for him. He sat in his living room, reading a book, the room just barely lit up enough for him to see the words on the pages. As he flips the page, he sees a shadow move out of the corner of his eye, loud screeching heard alongside the rain that hit the windows outside. Victor stood from his chair to investigate what was happening. 

He opened the door to the outside, watching the rain come down rapidly. He saw nothing, but he could hear the screeches nearby. 

“Voldo?” He asked loudly, recognizing the noise. He heard whimpers now. “Voldo. Where are you?” 

Victor walked out into the rain, finally finding Voldo, kneeling in the grass and crying. Victor ran to him, kneeling beside him. Voldo grabbed Victor’s hand, rubbing it with his thumb. 

“Is he gone?” Victor asked him. Voldo let out another loud screech, Victor’s answer that Vercci had passed. Victor carefully put a hand on Voldo’s back, reaching for his hand. “Come inside...you’re soaking wet. You’re going to get sick...” He tells Voldo. The spindly man turns to Victor’s voice, seemingly calmer than he was before. Victor smiled at him, though he knew his sight was not that great. 

Voldo stood up, still holding hands with Victor. He made his way to the house, and Victor stopped him just inside the doorway. “Let me get you a towel and dry clothes, ok?” Voldo nodded, standing still until Victor came back. 

~

For the longest time, Voldo didn’t want to leave Victor’s home. He would stay in his room for days on end, lost without his Master. Victor would check on him every so often, offering him food and water. He’d ask if he wanted to go for walks around the courtyard, but he never accepted. At least not for a while. He was still adjusting. Victor understood, and he would never make him do anything he didn’t want. 

One day, as Victor was cooking a meal for the two of them that he knew would only be enjoyed by one, Voldo came out of his room. He stood directly behind Victor, who didn’t realize he was there until he turned and was face to face with the man.

“God, Voldo! You scared me!” Victor let out a laugh. Voldo breathed heavily, his own form of a laugh. “You want some food, sweetie?” Victor asks him. 

Sweetie... Voldo was a bit surprised at this name, but he nodded anyway, happily taking the plate his friend handed him. Victor sat down at the table, patting the spot next to him. “Sit! Have some food with me!” Victor said with a smile. Voldo sat down next to him. He squinted down at the food that was in front of him. “It’s eggs, bacon, and tomatoes.” Victor told him when he noticed the man was struggling to figure out what he was about to eat. Voldo took a bite, then another. He was very hungry, though he hadn’t realized it. He was done with his plate before he knew it. Victor smiled at him, reaching out to touch his hand. “I’m glad to see you eating!” He said.

Voldo stared down at his hand, and Victor’s hand over top it. He reached over with his free hand and patted Victor’s. He ran his fingers over Victor’s, eventually taking his hand and holding it softly. 

“Aww...” Victor smiled, allowing him to do so. “You’re sweet, Voldo, did you know that?” 

Voldo said nothing. But he felt something. He felt something he hadn’t felt in a long time, if ever. What it was, he didn’t know. But he knew, in that moment, he was going to protect Victor until his last remaining days. He was Victor’s, and Victor was his...

[whitecatindisguise]

Strangle

So, I got inspired again. Thank you @wheredomelodiescomefrom for creating yet another amazing art (which you can find here).

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"Cassandra, please!" Varian begged, running up to the woman and grabbing her wrist. "You don't have to do this."

"You are wrong." She snarled and yanked her arm free. "I HAVE TO do this."

"Cass, I know what it's like. I've been there." The boy tried to persuade. "But becoming the villain is not-"

"Is that what you think I am?!" Cassandra snapped and pushed him away.

He backed away, almost tripping on his legs. His eyes widened as the woman came closer, rage in her eyes.

"Ca-Cass. I just want to help!" He cried, and flinched, when his back hit the wall.

The blue-haired woman stopped only inches before him, looking over his smaller body. His terrified eyes locked on her enraged ones.

"I don't need your help!" She shouted, clenching her fist.

The tower rumbled and Varian tensed, eyes darting around in panic. Cassandra grabbed him forcefully and he yelped in pain and surprise.

"Don't move." She hissed but she didn't really have to say it. His mind went blank, body frozen in terror.

Something closed around his neck and his eyes widened, hand subconsciously reaching towards it. He froze again, when his fingers met a rough, spiky surface instead of skin.

"Cass, what-" He started but the woman closed her fist and suddenly something squeezed around his neck.

His eyes went wide, breathing hitched as he tried to pull off the rocks. They pushed on his windpipe, cutting out the oxygen.

He went into complete panic mode, wheezing and clawing at the collar around his neck. Blank spots danced at the corner of his vision, a sure sign of the lack of air.

He fell down, still desperately trying to pry off the rocks. The hold was getting tighter and tighter, less oxygen getting to his lungs. And the fact he was hyperventilating wasn't helping the case.

Then, as sudden as it started, the squeeze receded and he gasped for air, panting heavily. His ears rang, sound muffled and vision blurred.

Cassandra was saying something but he couldn't understand a word. She must have noticed that, because she gave a frustrated huff and created more stones, trapping the exhausted alchemist.The last thing he remembered before finally losing consciousness was the feeling of wind tugging on his hair.

~~~~~~

“Use the Sun to see the Sun? What does that even mean?!” Varian let out an exasperated huff and threw his goggles and scroll. The parchment, luckily, got stuck on one of the bars of his cage, goggles hanging from another spike.

He crossed his arms and sat back, leaning over the rock surface. A ray of light caught his attention and he looked at the scroll. The sun was being reflected in the glass from his goggles, revealing hidden text on the other side.

His eyes widened with realisation and he scrambled closer, a geeky smile appearing on his face.

“Of course! The incantation was hidden with photochromic ink! Demanitus, you genius!” He cried out happily, admiring the parchment.

He was so invested in deciphering the words, he barely noticed someone calling his name. He turned and squinted his eyes, noticing long blonde locks of one of two figures standing in the entrance to the tower.

“We’re going to get you out, kid!” Eugene called and the boy’s eyes moved to the scroll. He took a moment before answering.

“Not now! I’ve found the final incantation! It was hidden with photochromic ink! Obvious, right?” He called back, letting out a small chuckle. The grumble from the opening told him they weren’t that much interested as he was. “But I need the constant ray of light to read it. Something like prism or...”

“Crystal?” Rapunzel asked and he saw her taking something out of her bag. Eugene seemed to be genuinely surprised and pleased.

The two exchanged few words, before the man kissed Rapunzel on the cheek and started to make his way towards the alchemist’s cage.

Varian was looking between Eugene and the sun, anxiously waiting for him to finally deliver the crystal. The sun has almost set and they needed to hurry.

“Eugene, the sun is almost gone!” He called out and saw the man wobble and fall, barely grabbing the rocks to stop himself from falling.

“I’m going as fast as I can, kid.” The brown-haired man grumbled in response and shuffled closer, reaching out his hand towards him.

Varian quickly caught the object and tilted his head as he noticed it being a ring. An engagement ring, to be exact. He decided to not dwell on it, turning to his work.

Eugene gasped sharply behind him.

“Kid, what is that?!” He asked and Varian sent him a confused look.

“It’s Demanitus scroll, Eugene.” He replied, not sure why the man sounded so terrified.

“No, that’s- I know it’s Demanitus scroll!” Eugene’s eyes wasn’t on the parchment, but rather on... “What do you have around your neck?”

Varian froze for a moment, before one of his hands slowly rose to reach the questionable part. His eyes widened in realisation as fingers brushed the rough surface. Oh, right. The collar.

“That’s...” He trailed off, looking away. What should he say? That Cassandra put a collar of black rocks around his neck? That she tried to strangle him with it?

“Did Cassandra do that?” Eugene asked and Varian looked away, opting to focus on the incantation. “No, of course she did. No way you did it yourself. It’s made of black rocks, for Sun’s sake!”

“It’s working!” Varian shouted happily, for a moment forgetting about the collar around his neck.

He cried out, when the scroll caught fire. He wasn’t paying attention and the concentrated beam of light wavered too long in one spot. He scrambled with one hand for the paper and pencil, writing down the incantation as fast as he could.

He let go of the last piece of scroll, sighing in relief at the piece of paper with written down final incantation.

“I got it!” He gave the man a toothy grin and Eugene smiled in response, before his eyes fell on the boy’s neck again. The former thief frowned, smile wavering.

“What happened?” He asked, eyes full of worry. Varian looked away.

“I... I tried to talk to her but...” He reached to tug on his gloves, the collar suddenly seeming to suffocate him. “I think I only made her more mad.”

“Kid, you didn’t do anything wrong.” Eugene reached through the bars and put a hand on the boy’s shoulder. He seemed to want to ask something else, but then the cage shook and moved back towards the tower.

“Eugene?” Varian’s eyes were filled with fear. Eugene grit his teeth and reached out his hand for the boy to hold onto.

“Stay close, kid.” He said, before they were pulled inside.

Only moments later Eugene was pulled away, encased in black rocks, Cassandra squeezing the man mercilessly. Varian looked around and noticed Rapunzel pinned to the wall just few feet to his left. His eyes fell on the note he still held in one hand.

“Rapunzel!” He cried, reaching out the hand with the note through the bars. “I have the final incantation! You have to-!”

His words were lost as the collar suddenly tightened, pushing on his windpipe. The note fell from his hold as he struggled to breathe.

“Varian!” Rapunzel and Eugene both cried out, as the boy lay on the floor, wheezing and clawing at the collar.

“Rapu... the inca... plea...” He mumbled, not able to get out a coherent sentence as he got less and less oxygen.

“Cass! Stop!” Rapunzel cried, eyes watering.

His vision was blurring, sounds muted. He felt like he was being held underwater. Unable to breathe. Unable to hear. Unable to see.

So this is how I’m going to die?, he thought as it was harder to keep his eyes open. He thought he saw something grabbing the note from the floor, but he might have as well been hallucinating.

And then, the hold on his neck loosened. He gasped, taking deep breaths, filling his lungs with oxygen.

“Kid! Varian!” He heard Eugene call out to him with terror in his voice. “Varian!”

“I... I’m okay...” He somehow managed  to reply, voice raspy. He rolled to his back, staring at the ceiling, breathing heavily. “I’m okay.”

Eugene opened his mouth to say something more but a sudden explosion startled them both. Varian looked up to see Rapunzel and Cassandra stuck in a duel, two coloured energies clashing with each other.

The wind picked up and suddenly there was no cage holding the boy in place. He started to move towards the ridge and his eyes widened in terror. He didn’t even notice the collar crumbling away, too focused on his body sliding away.

“Eugene!” He called out frightfully. Then, before any of them managed to react, he was pushed away and fell.

~~~~~~

They were back at the bottom of the tower. The moment Eugene and Rapunzel walked through the door, they ran up to the alchemist and locked him in a tender embrace. It took only a moment, but when he was wrapped in a tight hug, the dam finally broke.

The kidnapping, the drugging, the collar and being strangled, being locked up in a cage hundreds of metres above the ground, strangled again and finally falling to his death. It all came back at once, and he teared down, desperately holding to the two adults.

He didn’t know how long was he crying. At some point Lance, Catalina and Kiera joined in, all lovingly embracing him, as he cried his eyes out. When he finally had no more tears, he slowly released the two adults he took hold to.

“Better now?” Rapunzel asked softly and he nodded, wiping the last of the tears from his eyes.

“Sorry...” He mumbled, eyes downcast. His hand subconsciously went to his neck, startling when he actually managed to touch it.

“Erm, you might consider wearing higher collars for some time.” Eugene said as he eyed the boy’s neck. “Or a scarf.”

“That bad?” Varian asked and Eugene stared for a moment before nodding. The boy sighed tiredly.

“Dad’s going to have a fit.” He said and chuckled nervously.

“Want me to come with?” The man offered and Varian smiled in response.

“Nah, I’ll figure something out.” He replied. “Not the worst of the injuries I had over time.”

“Kid, that’s not reassuring.” Eugene shot him a concerned gaze and the boy laughed.

------

So... I didn’t really include the handcuffs from the pic. I tried, I really did. But they didn’t make any sense to the idea I came up with. Hope it’s not that much of a trash. Not my best but... I hope you enjoyed it.

[glitteryfacemagazine]

It’s all fun and games until you’re lying in bed and suddenly have a flash of what it FELT like to be depressed. I remember when all I could manage to do was lie in bed and daydream about all the things I wanted to accomplish but didn't have the energy to do any of it. I had mostly healed from it, but I think caffeine is a trigger and heavy emotions dont help either.

I am being triggered by my mother’s long forwards on the pandemic because she doesn't often care to fact check and is becoming the exact creature I fight outside the house. It feels like a personal defeat each time she does it because if my own family falls prey to fake news, then what hope do I have with other people? My politics unfortunately doesn’t let me be two-faced about this and I behave reactively in a way that I’m not proud of and only know how to help when I apply my head to it. Conflict resolution or healthy conflict resolution is not something I have any examples of at home, so taught myself it yet dont implement it at home. Maybe as punishment? To point out exactly how they make me feel when they attack me and send my whole body into panic? This morning my mother saw a bottle of coke in the fridge and yelled at me. She said she would throw it out if another bottle came home. I’m done cutting her slack and masking this as a mode of caring. Yes, I have thyroid and she reacted from a space of panic. But at 53, she’s an adult who should have learned how to regulate her emotions instead of taking her raw panic out on me even if it was induced by care and fear. I’m no one’s punching bag just because they’re having a chemical reaction in their own brain because then I dont see it as a form of care, but of aggression. It’s also a shit message to send out to your child? That someone operating from a space of care is ALLOWED to be verbally violent and threaten to take away something that’s brought you joy?

I was disgusted in that moment, but my nervous system was thrown into deregulation for the whole morning. It fucks with the work I have to do, and takes away from my ability to calmly focus on something. Most importantly, this behaviour brings out rebellion in me where I start to OD on the behaviour that brought out that reaction as a challenge against her. It’s self harm, but it comes from a space of raw anger that I’m still learning how to channel.

To be honest, I’m angry about a lot of things.

I’m angry that I’m being controlled and have no way out except for the way they decide is the way out. The problem with being furious with but also caring about the people who hurt you is that you learn to turn your anger and rage inward and when they react to you with rage and you react to yourself with rage, it’s easy to place yourself in the position of doormat. I let myself be taken for granted because they forced me to. If I’m being hateful, it’s only because I’m done being asked to hate myself for not following the path they think is best.

No, I shouldn't have to work extra hard to prove to my parents that I deserve freedom or a good education. They have crippled me, so now I have to do the work of picking myself up and walking. But this is so unfair, because I have next to no support while most people learning to walk in their early adult years had family rooting for them and a peer group learning to walk at the same time.

My journey is solitary because by virtue of being either uneducated (not his fault at all and I hate my grandfather for this) or disinterested in education (her fault because my maternal grandfather was completely supportive of her studying further) my parents think I’m supposed to fit into the mould of a traditional woman and push me to do things they think I’m not doing because THEY are afraid. My failure is the result of fear that wasn't even my own but was forced on me to carry along with the burden of shame.

I will not apologise for yelling at her today, no. She was thoughtless, and then turned my specific problem into a statement of me always having issues with her, which is untrue. I dont need to engage with her gaslighting or emotional blackmail any longer.

I’m literally getting married to escape being controlled and it’s sad how she knows this but still won't apologise to me because her ego gets in the way. My father might be the reason she’s doing all this, but I specially feel rage towards her because she’s the one enacting things that he left unsaid. She’s got agency of her own, but she chooses to squander it where required, but use it in full force to hurt me and my dreams of where I want to be and who I want to become. My life unfortunately has been confined within their ideas of what structures should resemble and I s2g I will not come back to live with them on their terms if I can help it.

But this is so bitter a realisation that I cant help but cry. Gautam doesn't love me and yet I feel the gutting loss of what could have been had my family been... not this way. We could have had a real future. We still can, but he doesn't love me, and this shouldn't hurt like this but it does?

Am I too old for heartbreak? I am, am I not?

He must think I’m absolutely obsessive and codependent, but I’m really just a person dealing with emotional abuse that’s lasted all my life (along with some good old physical beating with belts, hands, cutlery, brushes, whips, lol I’ve had a mirror broken on my leg a day before we were supposed to leave for a holiday when I was 10) and all I really want is to be able to look at him and securely call him mine because I’ve been carved out from the inside by complete lack of emotional support. I look at him and recognise someone who’s a little like me with a history of different kinds of abuse and each time he rejects me, I feel like I deserve to reject myself. Which is a very problematic approach to self love. I cant expect someone like me to love me because I’m lazy to do the work. Actually, I’m not lazy. I just feel so defeated that I keep lying down dreaming of the future and hoping he will love me enough for me to fill my insides with it and that will resurrect me. And each time I get knocked down I take it as my cue that things for me are destined to be hard and self loathing is the only relationship I can have with myself. But it’s not. I shouldn't be. This body has seen a literal whole lifetime of violence because it was brought into this world through violence. I wasn't wanted. So when I was born I was 97% dead and stories of how my own blood relatives are trash were told to me when I was very young and I didn't need to be told stories of such violence at 4 and 5.

I didn't need to be told that my grandmother wanted to burn my mother alive or that my mother didn't care enough about me and had run away when she’d left the house for a bit. She was tortured by them, so she took it out on me even if she claimed to love me. I know this because she still does it every time my father screams at her. I cant keep rationalising these things and understanding. I only have this empathy because I was used as her crutch for as long as I can remember. I cant do this anymore because despite emotionally depleting me she’s also violated my space and privacy multiple times and used violence against me to score brownie points with my father. 

I’m just disgusted with her and women like her who show women down for approval from men. She bit me because she couldn't bite her oppressor, even though I was literally just a child. And now I bite myself when I cant bite my oppressors and really need to unlearn it.

G made the right decision by not picking me. I’m a literal mess and his family is most definitely more stable than mine. He will never be able to hold me and witness me without pity/horror. Is it too much to want a stable life at home?

[cyb-by-lang]

Cosmic Escape Velocity

Did a little bit of writing in the whole YYH situation thing! It’s silly. It also takes place during Hell Year in its own branch timeline.

Kei.

Yeah?

I suspect your personal fate and fortune may be… Isobu paused, clearly trying to come up with a single word that would sum up the disaster of Kei’s life. All of his tails swayed uncertainly in her mind.

Unlikely? Hilariously broken? Kei’s suggestions, as always, went over like a fleet of lead balloons. She didn’t react at all when Isobu mentally swatted at her with those tails in irritation, keeping her hands behind her back in perfect parade rest.

We are standing in the office of a thousand-year-old spiritual being that has a pacifier in his mouth, said Isobu, angling his palms as far up as they’d go without breaking his not-at-all-physical shell. He just didn’t have the limb rotation range. I am not sure there is a way to sum up this latest catastrophe without stretching the language.

Kei shifted her weight from her right foot to her left. I mean, there’s nothing wrong with just screaming.

I do not scream, Isobu huffed. 

Too much dignity?

Not enough lung. 

It was Kei’s turn to roll her eyes as subtly as she could.

“Are you even listening?” asked the baby, standing up in his chair to loom as far as he could over the top of his desk. The two mountains of paperwork to each side of him did not care, and in fact made him look even smaller. Despite the added weight of his spiritual energy—not chakra, as had been specified a few minutes ago—Kei didn’t take him much more seriously.

Look, she had the equivalent of a nuclear reactor implanted in her chest through spiritual surgery. There was only so much comparison to make. 

Still, what Kei actually said was, “Of course, Koenma-sama. Sorry for the interruption.” 

The baby sat back in his chair, frowning around his pacifier. “Then as I was saying, I can’t send you back to your starting point.” As Kei’s hopes for a quick resolution took a dive, he went on, “Going by your spiritual signature, you arrived from a world that has a different wave pattern from our own. Forcing your way through during convergence must have cost tremendous amounts of energy—”

Well, it wasn’t like I passed out in a bush on purpose, Kei thought despairingly, silently cursing her circumstances for the umpteenth time. Koenma’s attendants had picked her up, dusted her off, and plopped her in front of their boss with barely any time to react. 

“—but once the intersection period passes, that cost skyrockets. By a factor of a hundred.” Koenma laced his pudgy baby fingers together as far in front of his face as they’d reach, a contemplative look crossing his expression as he observed her. “How well do you understand the concept of a leyline?”

Kei considered. Then she unfolded her arms and brought her hand to her chin, to facilitate her thinking. It was probably a placebo effect, but it made her feel better. “I don’t know if you’re going for the ‘weak point in reality’ or the ‘source of magic’ version, but I think I get the basic idea.”

She’d only read enough fantasy novels to fill her entire brain with tropes.

Koenma stared at her with his eyes narrowed almost to slits, as though trying to decide if she was being facetious or not. “Well, you must have found a leyline from your home world at the exact moment the waveforms met. And whether you knew it would happen or not, using any kind of spiritual energy near something that volatile has…consequences.” 

Of the wormhole kind, Kei thought.

Your luck is atrocious.

“But this is no time to give up hope,” Koenma said firmly, wagging one finger. “Your world’s wavelength is appreciably short by human standards! The best time for sending you home could be anywhere in the next year to the next four. It’s certainly better than the half-century for some worlds. Some others haven’t come back in my entire lifetime!”

Kei shot a mental glare at Isobu. You were saying?

I stand corrected. It is worse.

Kei took a careful, meditative breath to steel her nerves. No time for freaking out. She could have her moment of wordless panic when she could find a corner to cry in without being observed. Even the emotional deadening of the last few months couldn’t stand up to this. “I see.”

Koenma’s face scrunched into a frown. If it was ever going to be less strange hearing fully-formed sentence coming out of that face, Kei didn’t imagine it’d be any time soon. Then: “In the meantime, would you like to have a job?”

Kei’s thoughts screeched to a halt. “I’m sorry?” 

“It’s not the same as a solution; just a stopgap,” Koenma explained patiently. “But if I understand humans, it’s better to have something to keep your hands busy than to sit around in despair until a miracle falls into your lap.” 

“What kind of job?” Kei asked, careful to keep the suspicion from seeping into her voice. She’d had more than enough contracts go bad in the midst of her long deployment to learn a little caution. Sensei filtered what he could, but now Kei was out of his reach.

And she hadn’t said no, so Koenma leaned forward in his seat with full lecture mode engaged. “I have a new spirit detective—a boy a few years younger than you—undergoing training to improve his combat skills. But while he’s busy getting whipped into shape, I don’t have anyone to handle his workload.” Koenma’s half-hidden eyes gleamed. “Are you interested?”

“What does the job entail?” Kei asked, as most of her sense of humor dropped right out of her body. Even if she didn’t know where she was, some things never changed. It wouldn’t be her first time being hired halfway through a contract, though it was always at Sensei’s discretion. There had to be a reason why a person whose agents had found her in a bush under a purple sky, in the land of the dead, thought she would be useful for his purposes.

Koenma replied, “In your case, it mostly means completing any minor missions he can’t. Stamping out trouble caused by apparitions of all kinds, but especially demons. Your duties will change after he returns.” 

Something in the back of Kei’s head started itching, like a thought she’d forgotten sometime over the last seventeen years. The blanket of emotional exhaustion was too thick to avoid smothering it.

I will look for it.

Thanks.

Kei’s gaze roved slowly around the room, from the stacks of paperwork to the employer offering her busy work. “Let me read and edit the contract before I sign anything. I’d also like any reference material you have on apparitions, and maybe an assistant if you have one to spare.” 

Something in Koenma’s expression softened, at least as far as Kei could tell. Babies did not have terribly suitable faces for adult emotions. “I’ll send for Ayame-san. She’ll also be your contact if you do decide to take me up on this offer.” 

“Thank you, Koenma-sama,” Kei said, because it didn’t hurt to be polite to a god who administered the afterlife. Sure, Kei was a little corporeal to be a resident, but that could always change. 

Kei barely paid attention as the oni attendants bustled around the pastel office and eventually escorted her out into a waiting room. While blue- or red-skinned humanoids registered as unusual, the sheer number of them running around like headless chickens cut down on the unfamiliarity quickly. They were just barely clambering up the slope on the uncanny valley in their tiger-skin loincloths, and most of them ignored her presence entirely. 

I wonder if that is a self-preservation instinct.

If any of them can tell you’re here, it is. Kei, sitting in an armchair no more comfortable than those plastic abominations in a waiting room at a hospital, mostly let the world pass her by. Do you think anyone’s realized we’re gone?

I doubt the nearest jōnin has, Isobu muttered resentfully. Then, more thoughtfully, he said, The crane might have.

Kei’s hand shot to her mouth before she’d even articulated her thoughts. Using her kunai would be more sanitary, but hell, she was in the land of the dead. She bit down on her knuckle with one canine, drawing blood for the contract. Then her hands flew through the hand signs with barely enough time to name them: Boar, Dog, Bird, Monkey, Ram.

For a split second after she slammed her hand into the nearby coffee table, Kei’s nerves jangled with fear. What if this doesn’t work? What if I do this wrong and Tsuruya gets hurt— 

Chakra-derived ink spread across the wood in a familiar pattern. Sure, the drain behind the technique was an order of magnitude higher than anything she’d expected. And sure, that usually meant bad things, and she was probably breaking several interworld rules in one fell swoop. 

But Kei didn’t care.

Because, amid the sudden burst of white chakra smoke and the terrified screaming of oni office workers, she heard a familiar voice say, “Keisuke-sama? Did you call for me?”

Tsuruya beat her wings once, sending paperwork flying through the air along with the rapidly dissipating smoke, much to the dismay of the oni audience as the flailed after their disrupted files. Once she could see, she jerked her dark head to see Kei better with one eye, then the other. Then she folded her huge wings against her sides and bowed low.

Kei launched herself out of the chair and hugged Tsuruya’s three-meter bulk with enough force that her crane companion let out a startled honking noise.

“I missed you too,” Tsuruya said once she regained her balance, dropping her beak to rest against Kei’s back. Her wing looped around Kei, shielding them both with metal-edged feathers. “Though if you do not mind my asking, where are we?”

Kei said, “Probably the afterlife?” but was so muffled by her summoned friend’s feathers that she didn’t get a response.

“My apologies, but I do not think I caught what you said,” Tsuruya said. When this, too, failed to incite an audible response, Tsuruya changed tactics.

“Ow!”

By hitting Kei in the head with her beak, just like old times.

It was at this point in Tsuruya’s fussing that they were interrupted by a polite cough. Kei kept one arm slung around Tsuruya’s neck as the two of them turned to face the interloper.

A dark-haired woman stood amid the chaos of the oni attendants’ panic, expression placid. She wore a black kimono and carried a centimeter-thick stack of paper bound neatly with gold thread, along with an oar strapped to her back.

She bowed.

“Can I help you…?” Kei prompted, after managing a half-assed bow despite her stance.

“Ayame, Gekkō-san. I have your contract.” When she straightened, Ayame added, “If you’ll come this way, there is a side room where we can discuss terms in private.”

“Are you helping represent my interest or those of the spirit world?” Kei kept the obligatory lawyer joke tucked well inside her skull. 

“I only want to help both parties come to a compromise.” 

Well, that was helpful. “Thank you, Ayame-san. Please lead the way.”

-----

An hour later, Koenma received the modified contract and began to read it, while Tsuruya, Kei, and Ayame all stood around. Of the three, only Ayame seemed perfectly in place. 

Ten minutes after that, the oni outside his office were startled to hear a cry of “How many thousand yen per month?!”

Kei stared down his fury with patience born of entirely too long spent alone and nail-biting desperation. “I’m still human. I’ll need to pay rent, buy food, and obtain supplies while living in whichever city I need to cover. And I know what my expertise is worth.” 

Koenma gaped at her for a moment longer, only avoiding the goldfish impression by dint of his pacifier, then glared down at the contact. As he perused it with increasing fervor, he muttered under his breath. 

Kei caught the words “unbelievable” and “never in my life” and “not made of money.” 

Over Koenma’s shoulder, Ayame smiled faintly. 

“FINE!” Koenma burst out at last, throwing down his fountain pen in defeat after almost fifteen minutes of desperate rereading. “It’s legally sound, and you have a point about living world expenses. But when the call comes, you need to be ready to fight! Is that clear?”

Kei bowed in full shinobi style, dropping to one knee with her head angled toward the floor. Koenma didn’t need to know she was hiding a smile for, however tangentially, managing to frustrate a god. “Of course, Koenma-sama.” 

Oh, he may regret that.

“Then get out of my office! Ayame, show her how to get everything organized so she can start as soon as possible!”

Ayame swept Kei and Tsuruya out of the room amid the god-child’s impending tantrum. While Kei sat sidesaddle on Ayame’s oar as they took flight, Tsuruya pumped her huge wings and trailed in their slipstream with deceptive ease. 

“I look forward to working with you, Ayame-san,” Kei said, though even she wasn’t sure how sincere she was. “Please take care of me.” 

Still, Ayame replied, “Like one of our own, Keisuke-san.” 

It wasn’t until they’d landed in some human city that Kei realized, however belatedly, that she’d never told anyone her name. And that to be in the spirit world meant she’d been separated from her real body. Which was, of course, also lying in a bush.

All she could say to that, once she was again on her own two feet, was, “Well, that figures.”

Dead twice she could remember, and all she got out of it was a job.

[capricornus-rex]

The Flicker of Rebellion (4)

Requested by: @calkesttiss​ | Prompt:

Ooo what about Cal and reader going undercover and having to wear inquisitor or trooper uniforms

Cal Kestis x Reader

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The elevator door whirred and jerked back into its frame, the four of you step out of the lift and reviewed the map again.

“From where we stand, we just head straight north,” Cal directed.

“The vault is located at the west wing of this area. It’s at the end of the path,” you add.

Cal turned his attention to your two Stormtrooper decoys, “You two will have to cover us by the time we get to the vault. Make sure no one gets past, understood?”

“Yessir!”

All of you continued on, no slip-ups so far, hence the act is still holding up well. You remember what Fane told you before you left the ship. The vault is possibly one of the many areas your access card cannot take you to.

Along the way, more and more eyes were glued to you. Small groups of Stormtroopers cease their gossiping just to look at you. Officers would look over their shoulders once they’ve walked far enough from you. Cal can sense the anxiety and suspicion that they exude, but you had to continue on.

“You there! Excuse me!”

An officer was bold enough to stop you in your tracks. You looked over your shoulder and an elderly officer comes charging towards you.

“I haven’t seen you until now. Who might you be?”

“Perhaps you haven’t received the memo. I’m the Sixth Sister,” you easily went back into character.

“I’m afraid I haven’t received the memo, indeed. What brings you here in Cheth?”

“I am here to oversee the operations in this planet.”

“Let me see your profile data card,”

“My what?”

“Your profile data card. Your identification records. Surely, you and your commander here have been issued one upon your arrival.”

You and Cal exchange glances.

Come on, think fast! The voice in your head cried as your heart pounded. But in that same moment, you’ve calmed yourself within and you played along.

“Of course,” you complied, until you wave your hand in front of the officer. “But you don’t really need to see our identification.”

A vibration brushed over the officer. His furrowed eyebrows relaxed.

“I don’t really need to see your identification.” He repeated.

Cal’s eyes widened, his lips slightly parted upon witnessing you pull off a Jedi mind trick for the first time. You wave your hand in front of him again, but you kept your hand close to your chest so there aren’t any witnesses aside from your companions. In addition, your voice was gradually sounding back to its original tone.

“You will leave us alone and not bother us anymore.”

“I will leave you alone and not bother you anymore.”

And another.

“This encounter never happened.”

The officer repeated your sentence in verbatim.

“Walk away and move along now.”

The officer did walk away. You beckoned everyone to keep moving. As for Cal, he kept looking over his shoulder and back to you.

“What was that back there?”

“Huh?”

“That!”

“Shh! Not so loud!”

“Since when did you know how to use the Jedi mind trick?”

“Well, I’ve only seen it from my master… during the Clone Wars. Ever since then, I’ve practiced on my own. I’ll teach you what I can once all this is over.”

Later on, you’ve reached the door to the vault, it was another large blast door. Apparently, the control panel of the door doesn’t recognize the card you have on hand. One of your Stormtroopers stepped forward.

“Excuse me, this is where I come in.”

It turns out one of your Stormtroopers was adept in overriding door controls—among other things in his expertise—you were inside the vault’s lobby in less than a minute. The guard at the terminal was startled by your presence, but he didn’t sound the alarm yet as your disguise convinced him.

“Can I help you?”

Another wave of your hand and you fixate your eyes onto the guard on deck.

“You will let us into this vault.”

The guard repeated your words and did as he was told. The blast door retracted open.

“You will keep this door open until we’re gone.”

The guard complied while under the influence of your Jedi mind trick. This is where your Stormtroopers’ cue comes in. They stand ground by the terminal, rifles at the ready.

A vast library of data cards revealed before you as you stepped inside the archives vault. They were stored in cascades, untouched and undisturbed except for a mechanical arm that is operated from the other side—the side where you and Cal stood.

“There’s got to be thousands of these!” Cal exclaimed.

“And we only need to find one…”

Cal took the initiative in finding the plan in the terminal computer while you took control of the mechanical arm’s lever. His fingers flicked in lightning speed on the keypad as he figures how to narrow down the search for the specific data card.

“The plans are labeled in codenames,” Cal blurted.

“Does it show any other kind of information other than the name?”

“The location!”

Cal typed away, expertly navigating his way through the search mode of the terminal—scrolling through multitudes of entries in the database, finding clues and guessing what kinds of codenames the Imps could ever come up with and use.

He muttered out the names as he scrolled through. Both of you flinched at the sound of a body thudding.

“What was that!?” you exclaimed.

“I knocked the guard out cold! He’s snapped out of it!”

“Won’t be long until we start having company!”

Suddenly, time started to feel like it was ticking faster. Cal picked up his pace and skimmed through the list until he found one that seemed the most convincing. His instincts were flaring when he saw the entry’s name.

“Find anything?”

“Project Frost… this has gotta be it! Gimme a sec, I’ll take one quick look.”

The entry showed a preview of the plan—at least the general parts of it—and it further debunked Cal’s presumption that it was the one they were looking for.

“How’d you know that is it?”

“The database entry shows an image of a planet and a map—the planet is the exact same as Ilum when we saw it in the conference.”

Without a doubt, Cal was right and he flashed the beacon of the database entry, revealing its position to you and so you turn the lever to the direction where the data card is.

“Guys! COMPANY!”

From behind, the sound of blasters was deafening and it nearly broke your focus. You narrowed your sights on the flashing light of the data card. A stray blaster hits the wall on your right, barely passing by a hair strand before meeting its mark; Cal finally brandishes his lightsaber and joined the volley, covering for you as you reach for the plans.

“Come on, come on…!” you hiss at yourself through clenched teeth.

Your heart skipped a beat when the arm clings onto the data card’s tray, the arm automatically delivers it to the receiving chute as you eagerly stood there watching the process. You snatched the data card in mere seconds before it actually touches the receiving tray.

“I GOT IT!”

Eventually, you ignited your own lightsaber and returned fire. The Stormtroopers afforded some banter when they saw what they’re dealing with.

“J-JEDI?!”

“THERE’S TWO OF THEM?!”

“Oh no… oh no no no no no…!”

“Not good!”

The Stormtroopers were twice as confused when they saw two of their supposed comrades are firing back at them. The moment you and Cal took out your sabers, their panic increased tenfold and outweighed their confusion with the Stormtrooper decoys. With every step forward for your small band, the Stormtroopers fell back as you thinned out their numbers.

“C’mon, we gotta get outta here!”

You and Cal took the lead, cutting down whatever stood in your path. An alarm blared across the halls, it was followed by a monotonous announcement.

“Assault Squadrons Six and Ten are required. Engage rebel fighters in Quadrant C.”

The announcement repeated itself over the alarm. The said squadrons poured out of nowhere, marching in complete unison, officers gave way to the dispatched squad as they strode through the hallways. In the back of your minds, the fighters have come through but you’re not sure how long they could hold up until reinforcements and transports arrive.

“They need our help,” Cal prompted.

Cal took the lead in heading out of the base. Retracing your steps of how you got inside in the first place, you avoided large groups and slipped into detours just so the group could avoid getting outnumbered, outgunned, and overpowered.

[heyyy-hey-babyyy]

When Are You Going to Take Me Seriously As a Hunter?

Chapter 3:

Summary: after entering Dean and Sam’s world from your Apocalypse world with the other hunters, life has been a challenge. You never expected to find solace in the Winchester brothers, especially not the oldest. But when he falls back on a promise the both of you made, where are you supposed to go from there?

Pairings: Dean X Reader

WARNINGS: abuse, scenes of fighting, mentions of emotional abuse, overall angst

Word Count: 1,072

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, 

You felt the branches scratching and scraping at your bare arms as you ran. You were not entirely sure where you were going or what you were going to do when you got there, but you knew you couldn’t be around Dean in that moment. You had dealt with anxiety most of your adult life, and with it came the crushing embarrassment of finding yourself losing control, much like you felt after screaming at Dean.

Ignoring the panic rising in your throat remembering the things you yelled at him moments ago, you focused on the crunch of the ground beneath your thudding feet. Having ran miles at a time in your old world, you reveled in the burning feeling of your thighs, and your slow labored breathing. You wanted to run forever, away from the Winchesters, and the bunker, away from feelings of inadequacy. Away from the confusion you felt. And more than anything away from the intense feelings you had when Dean looked at you, not to mention touched you. You pictured his bright, intense green eyes, and felt emotions rising up in your throat like bile. No matter what you felt for him, you would never be together. What would Dean Winchester ever want with a girl like you?

The thought left you breathless, and you began to slow your pace, knowing you couldn’t run forever. The sun was beginning to set in the distance, and you were having trouble seeing the woods in front of you. You didn’t scare easily, but you had never been in this direction, having run directly west, as far away from the bunker as you could imagine. Leaning over, your hands on my thighs to catch my breath, survival mode kicked in and you began to take note of your surroundings, checking to make sure your silver knife was securely attached to your ankle. You stiffened when you heard rustling behind you. Any other day, any other life, you would have shrugged it off as a rabbit or other form of wildlife, but you knew what truly went bump in the night, and you began to feel yourself shake, weak from the earlier attack. You snatched the knife from your ankle in one swift movement, and hid quietly behind the nearest tree, the bark scratching at your thin shirt. You heard a few twigs snap directly behind you, and you jumped out from behind the tree knife at the ready, eyes adjusting to the sudden darkness.

“Woah! Y/N it’s me!”

You lowered the knife looking into Sam’s bright eyes. Stowing your knife, you felt him pull you into a tight hug. You hesitated before relaxing against his body.

“Dean has been driving around looking for you for hours.” Sam muttered against my hair. You huffed out a sigh, pulling away from him and crossing your arms. You thought briefly about yelling at him, and felt the panic begin to rise again. You took two deep breaths, feeling Sam’s eyes on you. He placed a hand on your arm gently, prompting you to look at him.

“Look, Y/N. I know this has all been really hard. It’s been an adjustment for all of us, and if I’ve come on too strong with the rules I apologize.”

You shook your head, not knowing what to say. Sam smiled at you gently, and you returned it, feeling his hand on your shoulder. “Let’s head back, okay? We can talk some more.”

You nodded your head and followed him, as you walked slowly back toward the bunker. You hadn’t realized how far you’d ran, before having to walk silently next to Sam, who looked to be deep in thought.

“Hey Sam,” you questioned quietly. Since stepping into their world, you hadn’t talked much, and felt Sam’s surprise at the sound of your voice. He looked at you while you both continued to walk, but you bit your lip nervously, unsure how to continue.

“Hey,” he started, stopping you with his hand looking into your eyes. You didn’t feel the same things with Sam that you did with Dean, but looking at the compassion and concern in his eyes, you secretly wished that you did.

You took a deep breath steadying yourself. “What is going on with Dean?” You asked simply. You could tell Sam was hesitant to answer, as he glanced over your shoulder a few times.

“There’s a lot you don’t know about Dean, Y/N. He’s the best man I know, but he’s…” he trailed off closing his eyes almost as if he was remembering a specific moment. “complicated.”

You nodded, not quite sure you understood what he meant, but you didn’t want to push him to expand. Wasn’t complicated the exact way Dean was making you feel? You started to walk again, thinking about those cool green eyes.

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You walked for awhile longer, Sam keeping a sideways eye on you. Despite caring about the brothers you constantly felt like you were being babysat, more than the other hunters, and it confused you. You wanted to question Sam further, but you were afraid more punishment would follow, and you would be completely contained to the bunker.

“Hold up a minute.” Sam said as you both approached the front door. “Dean is probably going to be angry, just so you know. You scared him, and he doesn’t do well with his emotions.” He chewed on his bottom lip, silently remembering a specific moment again.

You just looked at Sam as if to say no shit, and he chuckled lightly, walking through the door first, his thick boots stomping down the stairs.

“Sammy!” You could hear Dean yell, as you hesitated in the entry way. Sam answered him quietly, and you took the distraction to walk down the stairs. The two brothers were engaged in a serious conversation, and you were hoping you could slip by undetected, but Dean looked up as soon as your feet left the stairs.

“Y/N.” He almost gasped, taking six quick strides toward you. You were expecting him to be angry. To yell and scold you for running off. Instead you felt his arms wrap around you tight, pulling you to his chest. You felt his heart beating hard, and breathed in the scent that had brought you back to reality mere hours ago.

“I am so sorry.” He breathed into your hair, kissing the top of your head. You were shocked, but felt your body relax for the first time since emerging from the rift. You knew in that moment, and you didn’t know how or why, that you were in love with Dean.

He released his hold on you, and grabbed your hand, pulling you down the hall toward his room. The bunker was eerily quiet, and you wondered where the other hunters were. Dean opened the door soundlessly, and led you to sit down on the bed.

“Are you hurt?” He asked, concern lacing his voice, as he surveyed the scrapes and bruises running up and down your exposed arms. You shook your head, but he look unconvinced, and left the room, emerging seconds later with a first aid kit. Using the alcohol, he cleaned your wounds and put a few butterfly bandages on the cuts that were deeper. You stared at him as he worked, enjoying the soft gentle of his hands.

“I’m sorry I yelled at you.” you whispered, as he packed up the first aid kit. He glanced up at you and gave a crooked smile, placing his palm on your cheek. Without thinking you closed your eyes and leaned into his hand, loving the warmth on your cool face. He responded with placing his other hand on the other cheek, enveloping your face in warmth. You shivered in response.

“Are you cold?” He asked, concern returning. You nodded and he pulled back the thick grey comforter, and you slid under, noticing that his bed smelled like he did, minus the whiskey. You wanted to stay under his blankets forever. He crawled in next to you and turned on the TV to an old episode of some cop show, lowering the volume to slightly above a whisper. You glanced over at him, back against the headboard, right arm draped casually behind his neck. You didn’t think twice before cuddling up next to him, your head on his chest. You were sure you were overstepping, but you wanted to be close to him in this moment. You could feel him tense a bit, unsure of what to do, but eventually his arm relaxed and pulled you close to him. Before you knew it, you were fast asleep, and you slept soundly through the entire night.

Chapter 4 available here 

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100 Ways to Say “I Love You” #3

Prompt: 17) “Watch your step.”

Ship: Herald/Raven

Word Count: 2,112

Raven felt like she was empty, and the only explanation she could come up with for why was boredom. Spending hours staring at the ceiling was not an engaging activity, and she needed something to keep her mind occupied. But she did not have the energy to actually do anything, so she knew that asking one of her teammates for suggestions was out of the question. 

So instead she opted to try and visit someplace new, or at least relatively unfamiliar. Somewhere that was visually stimulating, yet somewhere close enough that she could visit without using her physically overwhelming soul-self.  

She closed her eyes and considered where to go. As Raven mentally flipped through the places she had been before, one location kept returning to her mind. She couldn’t remember it’s name, but she recalled that it seemed peaceful from the short time she was there; it had a painted sky and a quiet, light atmosphere, both figuratively and literally. She even had memories of meeting-

Raven jolted upwards, now invigorated by those memories. They convinced her that visiting that particular dimension was what she needed, though she couldn’t name exactly why. She did know how she could get there, however.

A bit of hesitation ran through her as she picked up the communicator off her nightstand. After all, just because Jump City had been relatively free of villains recently did not mean wherever Herald spent most of their time was. But, Raven felt the need to risk the possibility.

When Raven actually made the call, the hesitation did not disappear, but merely evolved into nervousness. She pulled her hood on out of habit when she saw the signal being received. 

“What’s the situation Raven?” Herald answered immediately.

“There is no situation,” Raven corrected just as swiftly, “This is a friendly call.” She noted that the small bit of scenery she could see behind Herald contained the streaked skyline she remembered.

“Oh, cool.” Their tone and stance eased significantly. “What’s up then?”

“I was wondering if you would be able to take me to your ... home dimension?” 

Herald frowned. “I can’t, my home dimension is pretty secluded.” They then gave an eager smile and ushered behind themself. “But I could show you around here if you’d like.” 

“That’s what I meant.” Raven suddenly found her face heating up with embarrassment. She wasn’t sure where these conflicting emotions were coming from, but was glad that Herald didn’t seem to notice her reaction.

“Great! I love having company. Should I pick you up at the usual spot?”

“No!” Raven’s response was harsher than she intended, and she quickly corrected herself. “I mean, if you go to the usual location, some of the other Titans might notice and try to come along. I don’t want to inconvenience you by making you tour an entire group around.” She hoped that explanation sounded less selfish than her first answer, anyway.

Herald didn’t seem to mind either way. “I’ll just come to your exact location then.” And with that they abruptly hung up.

Raven took the few moments she still had alone to collect herself. She wanted those feelings of anxiety and embarrassment to go away before Herald arrived. 

She reasoned that finding a way to get to the dimension was the hardest part of this situation - and she had already done that - so all that was left was going there and letting its unfamiliar yet peaceful atmosphere rejuvenate her. She was going to relax, and there was no need for strong emotional reactions for that to happen.

A trumpet literally announcing Herald’s presence rang throughout her room, opening up a portal. Herald stepped through and offered their hand to her. “You ready?”

Raven nodded and stood up. She took a few steps towards the portal, but then paused when she noticed that Herald still had their hand stuck out towards her. Before she could ask about it, Herald noticed her confusion and pulled their hand back.

“Looks like I’m still in patrol mode, sorry about that.” They gave a sheepish laugh. “You probably don’t need my help entering portals, do you?” 

“Probably not,” Raven agreed, and took that statement as permission to enter the portal.

The dimension on the other side was exactly what Raven remembered it being. By all accounts it should have been a distressing dimension - it was vast and silent, with an empty skyline aside from splotches of red and black. But she found it breathtaking, and merely viewing it made her mood skyrocket. 

Raven put down her hood, let her body relax, and floated upward to get better visibility. As Raven continued gazing at her surroundings, she tried to pinpoint exactly what about being in this dimension reenergized her so effectively. Was it something psychological, how the lighter gravity and seemingly infinite space made her feel free of constrictions? The way the blend of audible stillness but visual movement seemed to spark the right amount of simulation for her? Or was it something else? 

“You need help getting down?” Herald called up to her, again offering out a hand.

She floated back down with ease. “No, I think I’ve gotten an understanding of this dimension’s gravity.”

Herald again pulled away their hand and laughed, trying to defuse the awkward situation they felt that they had created. “That’s good. I guess my training just makes me wary of bodies floating around in this dimension.”

Raven, perhaps because of her newly elevated mood, chose not to ask for an explanation for that statement. She instead focused on the reason she came here in the first place. “I see why you spend so much time here, Herald. This place is ... magnificent.”

“Yeah, I got lucky with my patrolling placement.” Herald rapidly returned to a jovial mood. “I can show you more of it, if you’d like. We might be able to see some of the rocks in their orbit.”

Raven accepted their offer and let them lead her away from the skyline. She had truthfully forgotten about the floating rocks, and they weren’t appealing enough on their own to make her stay. She just couldn’t convince herself to ask Herald to take her back home yet, however.

The two of them walked along, with Herald pointing out different aspects of the surroundings as they went. Raven didn’t give their bits of trivia her full attention until they came across something she was already familiar with.

“I bet you remember those creatures.” Herald told her, ushering towards a hunk of rock across from them. Nestled within its craters were the electric tentacle creatures that had attacked Raven when she first visited the dimension. “If it makes you feel better, they wouldn’t have eaten you.”

Raven gave a good-natured snort. “That’s supposed to make me feel better?”

“Well, yeah.” Herald grinned sheepishly. “It made me feel better about staying around when I learned that.”

The conversation then promptly ended, like the rest of the small talk the two of them had made. But as the silence returned, Raven found that it no longer had a refreshing effect on her. She glanced around and noted that the streaks painting the sky no longer mesmerized her, either. 

Yet Raven still couldn’t convince herself to ask to leave. Something lingered in her mind, telling her that this dimension still had something to offer her. But what?

An idea flashed through Raven’s mind; the logic-driven part of her wanted to ignore it, but the emotion-driven part wanted to act upon it. She made a split-second decision to listen to the emotional part.

“Are those creatures native to this dimension, Herald?” Raven suddenly asked them, catching them off-guard. “I’d never heard of them before coming here.” Raven honestly did not care about the answer, she just wanted to test something.

“Ah, no, they’re not native.” Herald replied. “This dimension, like other similar dimensions, was devoid of life when first discovered, so it was turned into a conservation area-” 

They were rambling now, and for once Raven was glad her simple question was given such a lengthy response, as it made her remember that the dimension itself was not the only thing that held her attention when she first visited. She closed her eyes and let the emotional realization sink in.

She liked listening to Herald talk, the way their deep voice soothed her as it drifted through her ears. She liked how Herald seemed to perfectly walk the line between approachability and professionalism with their interactions. She liked Herald.

Raven wasn’t sure what to make of these newly-understood affections. Prior to meeting Herald she had developed only a handful of crushes, so it was still a relatively new experience for her. It certainly explained her more unusual actions, like the spurts of embarrassment she felt around them, but other than that...? There weren’t any butterflies in her stomach and she didn’t feel the desire to profess her love to them; all this crush seem to do to her was make Raven feel nice and warm and just plain good while around Herald.

The crush soon proved to have another impact on Raven, however, as it occupied her mind to a point where she became completely oblivious to her surroundings. She had to be called back into reality with a panicked-

“Watch your step!”

Raven shot her eyes open in time to feel her feet slipping off the rock’s edge and her body lurching towards the blank space below it. Before she could catch herself, Herald grabbed her hands and pulled her back up, leaning her against their body for support. 

“Are you all right?” They tried to steady their voice, but it still dripped with panic. “Are you feeling woozy? Are you able to stand on your own?” 

“Mm,” was Raven’s only response. She pulled one hand out of Herald’s hold and tugged her hood up to regain her senses. 

Physically she was fine - it was the shock that was getting to her. She closed her eyes and took a sharp breath in. As she exhaled, she steadied herself back into reality, standing up straight and slowly letting go of Herald’s other hand. She was going to have to put understanding this new emotional information on hold until she returned back to her room.

“I’m fine,” Raven finally clarified. “Just a little shaken, that’s all.” 

“That’s good.” Herald was visibly relieved and gave a reassuring smile. “Sorry about that, too. I should have been paying attention to the fact that the path was ending, I wouldn’t want you to get hurt.”

The mixture of their words and their warm expression made Raven realize that ‘postponing feelings’ was a lot easier to think than to implement, so she decided that now was the proper time to go. She just wanted to word her request to leave in a way that would avoid potentially insulting Herald.

“I suppose this marks the literal end of the tour then.”

“I’m afraid so. I’d offer to take you to a similar dimension, but it’s probably better to drop you back home, make sure there’s no residual effects of you staying here. Everyone reacts differently to varying dimensional frequencies and all that.”

Raven did not think that was going to be an issue, but appreciated Herald’s concern for her. Her lips curled into a very small smile. “Hopefully that offer will be available in the future, because if the other dimensions are this gorgeous, I’d like to visit them too.” She wouldn’t mind more guided tours, either.

Herald’s face lit up. “The offer is available whenever you have the time, I tend not to be super busy. Just call me and let me know when.” They then decided that that was a good end to the conversation, and readied their horn to open a portal to send Raven back home.

Raven watched the portal open, part of her still disappointed that she was leaving so soon. But the rest of her knew that she had to fully understand how this crush was going to impact her interactions with Herald before continuing them in any deep manner. 

So she stepped through, only pausing briefly to wave goodbye. She purposefully turned back around to avoid seeing if Herald waved back, though she hoped they did.

Once Raven was fully back in her room, the portal closed behind her and she was left alone. She took her hood down and laid on her bed, staring up at the ceiling.  She was back where she started. But, instead of feeling aimless, she now had a mission: to parse through how this crush was going to impact her.

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The Underlying Christian Symbolism in Undertale: Asgore’s “Demonic” Motifs

Just from the title, you might be tempted to roll your eye: at first glance, it doesn’t seem like Undertale has anything to do with Christianity or Christian symbolism. But, If you were to explain the game’s lore and backstory in abstract terms, it might go something like this: In the mythic past, there was a war between two races; the victors cast the defeated down into an underworld and sealed them away forever. But unlucky humans still sometimes fall into that Underworld, where they find themselves surrounded by a host of monster’s who’s king wants to take their soul--then it becomes hard to ignore the parallelism between this story, and say, the book of Revelation

Is Undertale secretly a family friendly depiction of a journey through Hell? It’s impossible to say for sure, but their definitely seem to be “netherworldly” themes running through the Underground Frisk finds themselves trapped in. The most obvious one is the River Person, a parody on the Greek figure Charon, the ferrier of Souls into Hades.

But only slightly less obvious is Asgore, the King of Monsters himself. Although personality wise, Asgore is about as far from “devilish” as you could imagine, his appearance is strikingly replete with elements associated with Satan.

For starters, goats have often been used in popular depictions of Satan; in everything from the Sigil of Baphomet to the Simpson’s cartoon “The Devil and Homer Simspon”. Just the fact that Boss Monsters (Asgore’s species) are modeled off of goats already gives him a number of demonesque features, most notably his horns. But unlike goats, Boss Monsters also possess red eyes and fangs, which might be enough to send us into warning mode if Toriel weren’t so disarmingly nice and motherly.

And then there’s Asgore’s choice of weapon: whether you want to call it a trident or a pitchfork, there’s no doubt that this King of Monsters is uncannily reminiscent of the Prince of Darkness.

But it’s not just Asgore’s position and appearance that reminds one of Satan: it’s also what he does. When we first see him in the Opening Narration, he’s engaged in leading his army into a hopeless battle. Anyone who’s read Paradise Lost knows where I’m going with that one. When we first hear of him in game, he’s still declared war on the enemy he already lost to, and he’s in the process of collecting enough human SOULs to set him free from the Underworld and transform him into god: sound familiar? Also, interestingly, according to Gerson, Toriel and Asgore are the only monsters explicitly stated to be immortal.

But what really drives home this motif is the battle against Asgore at the end of the neutral run, one of the more epic boss fights in the entire along with omega Flowey and Asriel. The first thing he does is shatters our mercy button, the only monster to FORCE us to fight, potentially the first time we’ve had to fight anyone in the game. And, while all Boss monsters use fire magic (coincidence?), Asgore’s boss fight is the only one in which there are literally flames smouldering across the bottom of the screen. Not convinced yet? Listen closely to the beginning of Asgore’s theme: it’s the exact same notes as the theme of the song “Hellfire” from Disney’s The Hunchback of Notre Dame, just in a different tempo and mode. 

Now, let’s be clear: I do NOT think that Asgore is a demonic character; at the most, he’s a parody of a demon, which would fit well in line with the rest of this games tendency to parody video games and pop culture. In fact, I see Asgore as a noble yet tragic character forced to make difficult choices in the face of heartbreaking tragedy. We can forgive him if in a moment of rage, he chose the wrong decision.

Nor am I trying to say that Undertale is secretly Satanist propaganda and whip everyone into a moral panic. That’s not the point of this post. What does seem likely, however, is that Toby Fox was drawing from traditional depictions and thoughts surrounding the Prince of Demons when designing the King of Monsters. Then of course he turned that idea on on his head by making the King a cuddly, unbearably sweet and gentle monarch who could dress up as Santa Claus just as easily as he could Satan. Like all things in Undertale, I can’t help but admire the creativity and the subtlety behind these seemingly simple characters.

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Bipolar Disorder & Anxiety (Rant/Educational Post)

So, before I begin, I want everyone to know that this is going to be a rant about a mix of family issues, Bipolar Disorder and Anxiety. Know that this is from personal experience, so please don’t attack me saying I’m “wrong”. This is simply what I have experienced. Not everyone has had the same experiences as me.

This is going to be long. I’m sorry.

The reason I’m writing this is because I have a mother who claims she is accepting of mental disorders but has handled things in the worst way with me. She has indirectly asked me to suppress what I feel because it doesn’t suit her wants and needs and because it is “ridiculous”, “immature”, “overreacting”, “over dramatic”, “whiny”, etc. After I finally decided to open up to her about how I felt, I was immediately shot down and have been dragged into the depths of my mental illnesses because of one simple person. As a kid, you turn to your parents for support, but what happens when they do the exact opposite?

I’m going to be graduating from high school next year and as someone with Anxiety, I need more time to prepare myself before directly going off to University/College. This has also been recommended by my therapist, but my mother refuses to believe that I could make good use of a gap year and thinks I’m going to sit on my ass and do nothing. She doesn’t trust me. She says that if I do, she will kick me out of the house if I don’t do what she wants, which is to pursue my studies right after high school.

Time and time again she has yelled at me for having panic attacks and has ridiculed me in public and in front of family because of how I have reacted to certain things or how I have felt. She has disregarded my feelings in multiple situations just to benefit herself. And, of course, who could forget her taking nearly a year to actually accept that her own daughter could be as imperfect and flawed by Anxiety and Bipolar Disorder. She has hidden it from the family and from friends because she is ashamed. (Mind you, I am using her words here).

And then, when I choose not to talk to her about certain things, she gets mad. Even over the stupidest of things she gets mad. I am to blame for everything, of course, because as soon as you have a mental illness, everything that happens in your life is their fault, right? She claims that I use my mental illnesses as an excuse to get out of situations when in reality, I actually physically can’t go into those situations without hyperventilating and crying.

I am about a year away from being an adult and she treats me as though I know nothing. She treats me as though she knows me better than I know myself when I have lived for years in silence with these conditions and contemplated what to do with them. I did my own research, educated myself, and had to beg her to allow me to have a therapist because I was tired of feeling alone.

But not everyone has that opportunity. Not everyone can get the help and sometimes, even just the small everyday things that people do can help someone with these mental illnesses.

So, please, don’t be like my mom. Be considerate, at the very least. We’re human, too.

If you actually want to know more about Anxiety and BPD, there’s a whole bunch of stuff under the cut that you can read up on, such as advice and what people experience with these illnesses.

If you actually took the time to read any of this, even if it isn’t everything under the cut…

Thank you.

Firstly, I’d like to talk about my experience with BPD (Bipolar Disorder) and Anxiety. If anyone is curious, this could possibly be educational for you, I don’t know. In my experience, Bipolar Disorder alone is a bitch, but mixed with anxiety is even more of a bitch. With BPD, you have extreme highs and extreme lows, as well as periods of intense anger. You could go from a state of euphoria where you feel at your best, where you want to start several things at once, want to go out with friends, feel good an motivated and feel like you could party for days. And then there are the depressive episodes where you feel, well, depressed. You have no motivation, you have self-deprecating thoughts, you lack appetite and energy, you feel horrible all the time, etc. And then there are periods of anger where you are pissy, annoyed, or full-on angry at situations, things or people for even unexplainable reasons. These periods could last days like they could last weeks or even months at a time and are entirely unpredictable. They could even make your mood shift at any given moment. This, of course, affects your every day life and, unfortunately, a lot of the relationships you have with people.

My experience with Anxiety isn’t any better. Anxiety isn’t just being nervous about something, it’s like taking that mixed with fear and cranking it up to eleven. It’s having irrational fears and thoughts about even the simplest of situations like making a phone call or asking for help at a store. It’s being unable to make appointments for yourself or not being able to cross the street alone, or being unable to order food. It’s reciting things in your head several billion times, whether that’s a simple greeting or a conversation with someone. It is much, much more than being nervous. Some people go as far as having panic attacks, which are even less fun. Your body overheats and your breathing is uneven. It feels like someone is constricting your air passages as your head swarms with negative thoughts. Some even think that panic attacks can kill them – which they cannot. You begin to shake and cry and hyperventilate and it is one of the worst feelings on the planet. This, of course, causes people’s lives to slow down or even come to a full stop. It prevents them from doing things and putting themselves out there, as it has done to me. However, in my case, I am simply slower than everyone else.

It’s as I said, this is my experience.

Now that this has been said, let me move onto the next part. If you are friends with someone who has either of these or are a parent who has a kid like this, or you even just know someone with either of these mental illnesses; DON’T. FORCE. ANYTHING. ON. THEM. Especially in the case of Anxiety, forcing someone to do something that they feel they aren’t capable of doing makes them feel powerless, useless, weak, etc. It won’t help anyone. Instead, try to understand their point of view, make them feel like they can talk to you about it and explain what they are thinking/feeling. This will allow you to take a different approach which is much more beneficial for the both of you. You can then work on trying to find an alternative, or you can help them reach the goal they are trying to achieve.

Suggest things to them rather than forcing things onto them. Don’t tell them things like “you haven’t been out in days, you should go outside”. Instead, maybe offer to do something with them. “Want to go out for ice cream later today?” “The weather is so nice! Would you like to take a walk with me?”, things like that. Ask them if they’ve drank or eaten, and if they haven’t, don’t get mad at them for it. This just makes them upset and makes them want to recoil. Instead, remain calm with them and offer them a small glass of water or a snack that is nutritious and easy to eat. Maybe eat with them, too. If they are silent, don’t force them to speak. Maybe just talk about pleasant subjects. Talk about your day, but pick a light subject that might make them feel more comfortable. They may choose to join in on the conversation. Maybe even ask them a few lighthearted questions to make them feel included and let them know you are interested and you care.

If their mood changes drastically, don’t question it. Don’t begin to interrogate them and make them feel like they are obligated to give you an answer. You can ask if they are feeling alright, but if they give you a simple answer such as “I don’t know” it could simply be that they truly do not know. You could also ask if there is anything they need or if there is something they would prefer to do. Keep it low key and maybe watch a nice movie to distract them.

If someone is having a panic attack, do not begin asking them loads of questions. This person’s mind is in panic mode, which means they do not have the patience nor the rationality to answer a questionnaire. If they enjoy being held, hold them close and get them away from people; being stared at can increase the panic. Engage in soothing gestures such as rubbing circles on their back and ask them to try and follow a steady breathing pattern. Try to guide them back to normalcy. A good breathing pattern is to breathe in slowly through the nose, hold for three seconds, and then breathe out through the mouth. Repeat the process as much as necessary. Once they have passed through the attack, speak softly to them. Do not bark commands or use a severe tone. Do not get mad at them for this happening because they cannot control them. Do not ask them to try and supress their anxieties and DO NOT supress panic attacks, it is unhealthy. Begin to talk to them about concrete things. Ask them what they can see, feel, smell, ect. This will help ground them. Also, try to constrict the amount of noise. Loud noises can increase anxiety levels.

I know, this is a lot of information to take in, and I will stop here so I don’t overwhelm anyone. But if you are reading through this, thank you. You are taking the time to help someone you care for, or even a stranger in need.

I, and the rest of the people who have these mental illnesses, are extremely grateful for the efforts you put in to help.

Don’t give up. You can do this. I believe in you.

[hellomissmabel]

Catch me if you can (900 followers celebration)

MASTERLIST

Part 1: Teach me how to dance with you (800 followers celebration)

Pairing: Steve x reader

Warnings: Fluff!

Word count: 3.309

Summary: Flashback to when you met Steve for the very first time. You and Bucky discuss your pregnancy and Steve is overjoyed because he’s going to be a Dad soon.

A/N: 900 FREAKING FOLLOWERS OMG!

A/N without the caps: This is part two to a very random series of mine. It’s based on the song “Catch me if you can” by Walking On Cars.

Disclaimer: I do not own this pic, credit where credit is due.

Catch me if you can Catch me if you can I just got my head down And I’m a little bit scared tonight I need to run just far enough So I can smile again, smile again So I can smile again

You would think that meeting a superhero would take place in the midst of a heated battle, surrounded by fire and flames whilst your anxiety and arousal shoots through the roof when a certain blond and muscular super soldier with a tricolour shield and a fancy stealth suit comes to your rescue and takes you away from all the mayhem and towards a more private and secure location.

Well, I think somebody has seen one too many action movies because that’s certainly, 100% not the case.

But it’s close enough.

The first time you met Steve Rogers, you were simply reading your book on a bench in Central Park when a man with dark glasses and a baseball cap took a seat next to you. Initially you didn’t think much of it and shuffled a little further away so that your thigh would not graze against his. Completely absorbed in your book, you jumped when the stranger suddenly placed his hand on your knee and you met his baby blues with bewilderment and utter surprise.

“My name is Steve Rogers,” he spoke softly enough for only you to understand, peeking over your shoulder with a jumpy half-smile. “You might also know me as Captain America.”

Oh, you definitely knew who he was right off the bat. It was as if your entire nervous system short circuited the moment you locked eyes. There are no words to describe the exact shade of blue that held you captive during those brief seconds he held your gaze. It’s the kind of blue that you don’t find in the colour spectrum simply because it’s so unique.

“Bad men are looking for me and I need your help,” he stresses with a pertinent insistence as takes your hand in his and intertwines your fingers. “I need you to pretend to be my girlfriend.”

Take me by the hand Take me by the hand But don’t you get too close now Cause I’m a little bit scared of life

You nod furiously with your head, adrenaline surging though your veins. Both of you get up from the bench and he guides you through a thick crowd of people strolling in the afternoon sunlight when all of a sudden you see a horde of men holding guns and making their way towards you. You wanted to panic but Steve tugged on your hand and put his arms around your waist, chaining you to his firm chest with a gentle thud.

“I’m going to kiss you,” he announces with an unabashed voice. He doesn’t even bother asking you the question anymore, his mind in full survival mode.

Steve’s cautious at first but then his lips gingerly connect with yours and he’s lost in your touch. He cradles your face in his hands as your fingers weave their way around his neck, tickling the dirty blond hair peeking from underneath his baseball cap. Somewhere deep inside of you, a fuse lights with an impeccable force. There’s no time to backpedal out of this idea so you might as well make the most of it.

I need someone to try and bring Me back to innocence, innocence Me back to innocence

He opens his mouth the slightest when your tongue brazenly caresses his bottom lip but before Steve has the sense to engage any further, you break apart. The men have walked straight past you and didn’t even blink an eye. “Public displays of affection make people very uncomfortable,” Steve shrugs as he looks away shyly.

“Yeah, so I’ve heard,” you chuckle lightly, his luscious eyelashes on full display when you drink in the vicinity of his overwhelming presence as your heartbeat returns to a steady pace.

What happens next is just a series of incoherent, awkward looks shared between you and the blond super soldier, his thumb circling nonsense patterns onto the soft skin of your hand he hasn’t let go of just yet. “So…. Where do you live?,” Steve asks you to break the uneasy silence, shuffling his feet clumsily.

A little caught off guard, you’re not sure if dragging a super soldier towards your small but cosy shared apartment is a good idea. With a wary look, you decide to take your chances, not a fibre in your entire body that’s ready to wake up from this bittersweet daydream. “Not that far actually. A five minute walk.”

Steve’s eyes light up a smidge. “Do you mind if I walk you home?”

Heads up, show down Come home with me Heads up, show down Come home with me

You don’t need to think long about his offer. Not every day you get to play pretend with Steve Rogers and get him to walk you home like the perfect gentleman he is. But then again, he might have an ulterior motive for asking you and just when the coin starts to roll, a loud bang snaps you out of it. Some of the men that are after the Captain have spotted a man quite similar to Steve, same height and built, and have opened fire.

“Oh no, not at all,” you quickly tell him. “If you need a place to lay low for the time being…”

“That would be great,” he speaks in a hushed voice, throwing sideway glances in the general direction of where the gunshots came from, visibly worried for your safety and naturally, his own.

You arrive at your apartment and just as you originally anticipated, you instantly regret the decision of taking none other than Captain America to your little hideout, having forgotten about the decorations that have been adorning your apartment ever since you moved in 5 years ago.

“At least let me explain,” you try tentatively when you see him ogling your abundance of Avengers collectibles.

There’s the Iron Man poster your Dad got you for your 21st birthday that’s hanging proudly above the TV, the Black Widow one in the middle of the kitchen and not to mention the giant replica of Captain America’s shield resting next to the living room couch, right across from the life-size cardboard version of him leaning against the wall.

“My Dad is obsessed with Iron Man,” you clarify timidly. “And then you showed up out of the ice and, well, let’s just say I have a tendency to go overboard when I’m excited. My roommates are the exact same so when we bought this place a couple years ago, we decided we wanted to brighten the place up a bit with our favourite superheroes and bought all the fancy decorations we could find.

Steve shoots you a wide grin yet there’s a tinge of suspicion hiding behind those pearly whites. “And where are your roommates now?”

“Sarah has gone back home for the weekend and Eva is out shopping which, knowing her, can take up pretty much the entire day. We’re good. No fangirling, I promise,” you add with a nervous smile and he noticeably relaxes at your answer, glad he doesn’t have to deal with any overexcited female members of the Captain America fan club fawning over him every few seconds.

You motion for him to take a seat on the couch, subtly removing the cardboard Steve Rogers and repositioning it someplace else where it isn’t staring right back at him. You also attempt to casually make the shield disappear but fail miserably when it clatters to the ground, startling Steve who huffs out a breathy laugh at your silly expression. He must admit you’re quite cute when you look all flustered.

“You know,” he coughs tensely when you’re bustling about in the kitchen, trying to make him a decent cup of coffee. “I’m sorry about… I didn’t mean to blindside you like that. With the kiss, I mean.”

“You have nothing to worry about, I enjoyed it. I’m a complete sucker for 90-year-old virgins from the forties,” you say over the fumbling with the coffee machine before you finally get it to work. But just as the first drops of dark liquid start to fill the cups, the combination of Steve’s uncomfortable silence and the intensity of your honest acknowledgement hits you like a bullet to the brain.

Before you can mentally slap yourself in the face, Steve lets out a bouldering laugh that fills the entire apartment with a warm glow of comfort and ease. The sound is intoxicating and soon you find yourself offering him a radiant smile in return. “I’ll take that as a compliment then,” Steve chuckles, clutching a hand over his heart as he doubles over in laughter once more, the relief rolling off in thick waves.

A curious frown strikes your astounded features. “What that your first kiss since the forties?,” you inquire boldly, shuffling over to the couch and handing him his cup before kicking off your shoes and making yourself comfortable at a respectable distance, making an effort not to invade his personal space by sitting too close because God knows you’ve already crossed enough personal boundaries today.

The mood instantly drops and the room rapidly feels a couple degrees colder. Steve turns his eyes away from your piercing stare. His voice is lower than before when he replies with a husky “Yeah…”

“I just had to ask because you kind of ruined things for me. How am I ever going to find a guy that compares to you?”

It was meant as a joke but once the words are out there you instantly regret speaking with your heart on your sleeve because damn, did you mean every word of it. It’s not a light topic or an easy conversation and the ache in your heart grows for him because you can relate, you can relate so much.

“A beautiful dame like yourself surely has no trouble finding a fella she likes?”

It’s not as much a question as it is a statement, one of insecurity because Steve obviously isn’t used to a woman complimenting him on his kissing abilities and secondly, it’s also a statement of disbelief because in his eyes, you are such a breath-taking specimen, which is why he sat down next to you in the first place.

Deciding you’ve already embarrassed yourself enough that it simply cannot get any worse, you decide to see how much you can push your own limits, throwing something extremely personal into the conversation, one you have no idea where it will lead to.

“This was my first kiss as well,” you disclose gingerly.

Steve’s mouth opens and then closes because honestly, he has no idea how to react to your confession. Just as he had mustered up the courage to ask you if he can kiss you again, your cell phone beeps and you see you’ve just received a message from your Greek roommate, Eva, telling you she couldn’t find what she’s looking for, that’s she frustrated and hungry and on her way down.

Sighing in both disappointment and relief, you close your eyes and pinch the bridge of your nose trying to gently break it to the blond Avenger that his time is up. Steve immediately gets the message and without much further ado, he states it’s time for him to take his leave.

Heads up, show down Come home with me Cause I’m a little bit scared I’m a little bit scared tonight

“Hey,” Steve’s fingers lace around your wrist before you can open the door to let him out. “It was really nice meeting you. Under different circumstances, I would most definitely ask you out.”

To say you were shocked by his abrupt declaration is an understatement. “Under different circumstances, I don’t think we would’ve ever met.”

Steve releases a shaky breath, carding his fingers through his tousled blond locks before adjusting his baseball cap. He knows you’re probably right. “If I never see you again,” he continues with a heavy heart, “Remember that there’s someone out there thinking about you.”

“Steve…,” you whisper kindly before he pulls you in for a chaste kiss. It’s short and sweet and doesn’t last long but it’s long enough to have your heart plummet into the floor beneath your feet in disenchantment when Steve eventually breaks away.

Under different circumstances your heart would break for this man, but there never was anything between you two so there’s no reason for you to be upset. The same, however, applies to Steve. You’ve given him a taste of what it feels like to be a simple man with a girlfriend and a nice apartment. You’ve given him a feeling of the thing he wants most.

“You haven’t even told me your name yet,” Steve mutters with a shy, lopsided grin.

“Y/N. It’s Y/N.”

He caresses your cheek with his thumb, pressing a light kiss to your forehead. “Thank you, Y/N.” and with that he’s out the door and towards his next adventure.

Catch me if you can Catch me if you can A stranger walks beside you And we’re just lovers for the night

“I’m not going to deny it, we’re in a really bad place right now.” You hang your head in defeat, dropping your eyes to ground-level as you continue to toy with the tea bag in your empty cup. “I’ve still got 4 months left and I sense Steve’s anxiety is growing.”

“You’ve already made it this far. That’s a big achievement, Y/N,” Bucky guarantees you, distracting your thoughts with a quiet kiss to your temple. Whatever they may say about this man you do not care about, because all there is to know is this: Bucky Barnes is not a villain, he is your best friend and your boyfriend’s best friend. He is your support system and that’s that.

“Thanks, Buck,” you whisper into his chest, wishing to dissolve into the fabric of his red Henley.

“Y/N,” he says softly, shedding himself of his brotherly persona as his tone transforms into one of deep concern. “You do know I’m not buying it, don’t you?”

You feign innocence, plastering a fake smile on your broken façade. “I don’t know what you mean, Buck.”

 “Y/N,” he repeats your name more sternly, “Talk to someone, Y/N,” Bucky advises with a gentle look in his river blue eyes. “Please. If not for yourself, then do it for Steve and if that doesn’t work, do it for baby Steve.”

This struck a sensitive chord and you sense yourself crumbling down on the inside, your outside staying somewhat neutral by Bucky’s words of advice. “I don’t know if I’m strong enough for that,” you shrug.

“You might not be an Avenger in title or a Rogers in name, but you are one of us. You are brave and frankly, the most beautiful of all of us. You outmatch Tony and Bruce in wits, Wanda and Natasha in looks and you know how to scare the living shit out of Sam and Clint, which I think is the greatest accomplishment ever. There’s not a doubt that you and Steve will get through this.”

Cocking your head to the side to look into Bucky’s eyes as you speak, you can feel the anguish ebbing away. “I don’t know what I would do without you.” And with that you pull Bucky into another big bear hug.

And when the sun comes up you wake and just And leave it there, leave it there Yeah we can leave it there

You are a flawed person and life reminds you of that on a daily basis. It gets harder and harder for you to live, reality forcing you to switch to a fight or flight module as the breath is ripped from your throat every time you try to make it work. You want to be cleansed of all feelings, you just want to be in love with Steve and not have to worry about anything else, about the consequences your actions bring forth and the desire that has been burnt by the fire and drowned by the rain.

You and Steve can talk for hours on end, laying side by side in the bed. His fingers will skim the exposed length of your arm and you will smile at the tickling sensation, carding your hands through his damp, dirty blond hair and resting your lips on his temple. He closes his eyes when your soft skin connects, his breathing levelling out. The bedsheets will smell exactly like him but their scent will slowly fade like the heartbeat of your unborn baby is destined to do. Yet if there’s anything, anything at all that will prevent the inevitable, you’d go to the end of the earth to make it happen.

You will tell him how much you love him and as you blink away the tears, Steve’s heart will sing a dark, impure falsetto trying to make you understand you’re his one and only. He will try to dodge the bullet but you won’t let him, your introverted nature gaining the upper hand, talking sugar-coated lies in the sweetest of voices. Because that’s what it takes to protect yourself from more pain, another loss, another heartbreak. Another death.

But that’s not what happens.

Take me by the hand Take me by the hand But please don’t want to know me Cause I’m a little bit scared of life

The months go by slowly and you’re left dangling on a thin thread, the regular check-ups with Bruce and Tony only getting more and more frequent as your physique can no longer support the changes your body is undergoing. Not yet bed-ridden but struggling with your health, you attempt to enjoy the little cocoon Steve has constructed for the three of you. His hands are splayed out on your stomach as the baby kicks for the very first time, your giggles amplifying the teardrops spilling from his eyes and dripping onto your naked skin. Steve then leans in to rest his ear on your soft baby hump, cooing his little wonder with a silly, high-pitched voice.

“You know there’s a bet going on,” Steve chuckles quietly, returning his attention back to you as he continues rubbing circles onto your bare belly. Your fingertips wipe away the drops from his cheeks, smiling sweetly at the blond super soldier. “Sam thinks it’s going to be a boy and so does Nat and Bucky. Wanda, Tony and Clint are going for a girl. Thor is even convinced you’re harbouring twins in here,” he jokes as his lips caressing your swollen form.

Steve props himself up on his elbows next to you and as you lift your head to give him a chaste peck on the lips, he laughs tenderly into the kiss. Leaning your forehead against his, you cup Steve’s face in your hands. “I want a boy,” you confess shyly.

“I’ve always wanted a son,” Steve replies lovingly, “But I honestly don’t care whether it’s a boy or a girl. This little bundle of joy is a miracle, our miracle.”

He captivates you with his lips and you merge into his body, you and Steve and the baby becoming one entity. You let go and for one flawless minute there’s nothing else but the feeling of Steve’s loving, plump lips on yours. “You’re still one very talented kisser, mister Rogers,” you joke whilst nudging his nose with the tip of your finger.

“Practice makes perfect,” he replies with a cheeky smile. “You were my first kiss and I’m pretty sure you’ll be my last, Y/N.”

And from the bull is all you need To know, so play pretend, play pretend Oh won’t you play pretend?

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One happy little wedding

“I’m not doing that.”

“C’mon.”

“No... There is no way.”

“But I want to walk down the aisle to Billy Idol!” I sat back and crossed my arms in front of me, “You know that he’s my rock and roll husband.”

“There is nothing more problematic than telling me, the man that you’re getting married to, that you’re going to be thinking about another dude when you’re walking down the aisle with me.”

“To you, not with you.”

“Even worse!”

“It’s a joke.” Suddenly, I felt so tired. I put my head down on the dining room table, ear flat against the glossed wood, “We don’t have to play Billy Idol.”

The six most terrible words ever.

“Well, good!” Marc straightened up in his chair, “Besides, let’s be practical here. My parents wouldn’t like that. Your parents wouldn’t like that. Because the only way a Billy Idol themed wedding would work is if I bought a Member’s Only jacket and did my hair like a flock of seagulls.”

I lifted my ear up from the table, “In that case, I would have to go full-tilt Madonna.”

“It’s a wedding, right? You would be Stephanie Seymour in the November Rain video.” Marc smiled at me with all of his teeth. A rarity because they were crooked and he didn’t like to smile with his mouth open all that much.

“That makes you Axl.” I grinned back, “But can I be honest? He doesn’t really do it for me.”

“Really?” Marc pushed his chair away from the table and sat back, “Who does then?”

“Billy, duh! Anyway,” I lifted my head back up, “What else is left on the agenda.”

Marc sighed, “Ummm, quite a bit. There’s the wedding party, for starters. Best men for me, maid of honor and bridesmaids for you. Any other miscellaneous items you’d like to join us down the aisle like ring bearers and such.”

“I don’t have enough friends for bridesmaids and a maid of honor.”

“Yeah you do! Naomi, obviously, and Paige. What about your friend Aubrey?”

“She’s just a club friend.”

“Jenna from college?”

“Nah, we grew apart.”

“Your coworkers aside from Paige?”

“No. Definitely not. Ugh, I can’t even begin to imagine myself engaging willingly in an extracurricular where Alexis Addison is present.”

“Cousins?”

“Don’t have any. I come from a very tiny family, you know that.”

“So, two people then? That’s not bad. I wouldn’t have very many people myself. Robert from work-”

“McMillan?”

“Yeah, he’s probably my best friend.” Marc scribbled down names on the piece of paper, “A few of my cousins, probably. Ian and Christopher. Maybe Andre from golf, a few others, I don’t know.”

“Hmm, it’s a little bit more extensive than my itty bitty lineup.”

“Yeah...” Marc stared at the paper, “Um, so there’s the guest list which we should probably talk about.”

I began spinning the engagement ring he had put on my finger less than 24 hours ago round and round. Well, I tried to anyway. It was too tight. It was a beautiful ring, so full of diamonds when it caught the light it could blind you, but the wrong size. My gut began whispering that this was an omen. I remembered when I was in high school, I used to tell my girlfriends at dances that this was exactly what I wanted if I ever got engaged. The right ring from the right man. 

But nobody ever said that you needed to make sure it fit too.

The last twenty four hours had been a surreal blur. Today was February 15th and I was engaged. Yesterday it was February 14th. And I wish I could tell you that the engagement had happened first thing that morning, that I hadn’t spent the better part of Valentine’s Day yelling at Marc because I found him flirting with other girls on Twitter. Girls with avatars of cut off collarbones and cleavage. Girls he didn’t even know but still sent messages to despite me being right there. I wish I could tell you that our dinner out had not ended with me screaming at him so loudly in public that my entire left arm went numb and my heart had been pounding so fast and hard it felt like I was literally going to have a heart attack on Valentine’s Day. Amazingly, we went home together that night.

He came to me after I emerged from the bathroom, sitting on the toilet for twenty minutes with my head between my knees trying desperately not to have a panic attack. He was holding a tiny box in his hands and rattling it back and forth, “Hey, so I know you kind of want to kill me right now because of some stupid Twitter messages but I was kind of planning on asking you to marry me tonight.”

I froze. My heart pounded hard and fast all over again, “Really?”

“Yeah. I don’t have to do it tonight though.” Marc sighed, “Ahh, look! This is clearly the wrong time to be popping the question, but I had this date set in my mind for months now.”

“Months?”

“Yes. I got the ring from my parents. It’s a family heirloom, completely priceless. You’ll love it, it’s got ‘Abby’ written all over it. I used to look at this ring and think that the moment I met the one, I could see her wearing this ring. And that’s how it has been for you. I see this ring, I see you, and it all... Fits.”

In retrospect, he could not have said a more ironic thing to me.

I didn’t say anything. I was in so much shock, simply hearing him speak was something that didn’t even comprehend inside of my mind. Marc cleared his throat, “What are you thinking? Oh wait, hold up I know,” he dropped to one knee, “I’m not doing this right.” 

He reached out for my hand and took it in his, “Abigail Claire Paris. My best friend. My heart, head, and soul.”

Ugh, that’s too many things to be to a person. The left side of my brain critiqued in a pair of reading glasses.

Shut UP, lefty! This is it! This is everything we have been working towards and you are not going to ruin this moment with logic! Love does not mean being logical and perfect. It just means being! The right said of my brain ran up behind me and began coaching me, Rocky-style. Alright, this is it! We have been dreaming of this moment ever since we saw Say Anything in grade school. The one! Your one true love! You will finally be married and get a wedding just like everyone else.  

“Will you marry me?”

I wondered why the last thought, quite literally the last sentence to enter my head before I heard those four loaded words, was the notion that I wanted a wedding because seemingly everyone else I knew had one. 

All of the thoughts in my head were silenced. I couldn’t think anymore. The moments ahead processed within me like they were happening to another girl. Another Abby. I had stepped outside of my body and was on the outside, looking in. On the outside, I saw her, me, say yes. I felt the phantom limb of my finger as the ring was slipped on and noticed how my eyes popped ever so slightly at the sheer magnitude of the ring. I saw myself kissing Marc and crying a little, though I wasn’t sure of the exact reasoning behind the tears. 

Then we took a photo together, for the internet, but called our parents first. Everyone was asleep because it was 2:30 AM, but my mother, Meredith, answered. I gushed on the phone to her, spewing a haphazard string of words and thoughts about being engaged to her. None of it made any sense, but she was totally there with me and crying too. “One happy little wedding,” was a phrase that stuck out, but it made no sense as to why she would say that. My dad slept through the announcement, despite her best attempts to wake him up though and I had my first genuine laugh in ages knowing that. Then we called Marc’s parents, in Rio, who announced that they would pop champagne with us when they returned home in the coming weeks.

Marc and I immediately began sharing the news on the internet. Marc, in full bragging mode, writing “POWER COUPLE ON LOCK” in all caps on Facebook. Me, doing something along the lines of “get to marry my college sweetheart” and a thinly veiled Love Actually reference on Instagram.

Hey, wait. Is that really a movie that’s something worth quoting for an engagement?

“Guest list.” Marc put his pencil down, “Argh, that’s too much for tonight. Thoughts about a venue, Abby? Abby?”

I turned to him.

[documentingnewearth]

* PROJECT FREEDOM EARTH-MASTERPIECE PROTOCOL INITIATED! *

PLEIADIAN LIGHT FORCES TRANSMISSION 12302018

BY MICHAEL LOVE

GREETINGS GREAT BEINGS,

SOMETHING AMAZING IS HAPPENING ALL ACROSS PLANET EARTH AT THIS HOUR!

THIS IS THE MOST POWERFUL DATA WE HAVE RELEASED TO YOU THIS FAR AND IT TOOK 5 EARTH DAYS FOR THIS PLEIADIAN EARTH AMBASSADOR TO COMPLETELY DOWNLOAD, DECODE AND COMPILE IT! SOME OF THE SUPPORTING INTEL FOR THIS MESSAGE CAME FROM MEETINGS WITH INSIDE MEMBERS OF THE EARTH ALLIANCE!

SPECIAL NOTE: THE INFORMATION CONTAINED HERE IS SPECIFICALLY TARGETED TO THE STARSEED COMMUNITY STATIONED ON PLANET EARTH AND IS NOT PUBLIC MAINSTREAM INFORMATION! THIS IS 5D WONDERLAND LIGHT DATA SO REVIEW IT, AND KEEP WHAT RESONATES WITH YOU! EVERYONE HAS A RIGHT TO THEIR OWN VIEW OF WHAT IS TRANSPIRING SO DO YOUR OWN RESEARCH AND YOU SHALL CLEARLY KNOW! WE DO NOT SEE THINGS FROM A LOWER VIBRATIONAL HUMAN POINT OF VIEW BUT FROM A HIGHER VIEW AND FROM WHERE WE STAND, SKIES ARE CLEAR AND THERE IS SMOOTH SAILING AHEAD FOR ALL OF US! THE MAJORITY OF THIS WRITING IS CHANNELED ETHERIC DATA AND IT IS NOT INTENDED TO PROVOKE FEAR OR PANIC IN ANY WAY, IN FACT IT IS INTENDED TO DO THE EXACT OPPOSITE! WE ARE ANGELIC MESSENGERS AND WE BRING HOPE INTO A WORLD THAT NEEDS LIGHT AND LOVE! OUR MESSAGES ARE OF THE ANGELIC BLUE-RAY ORDER AND COME FROM A HEART-BASED SPACE OF PURE LOVE AND PEACE FOR ALL BEINGS!

DEAR ONES, AMAZING BLUE LIGHTS AND 5D PASTEL RAINBOW LIGHT BEAMS HAVE BEEN WITNESSED ALL AROUND THE PLANET THE LAST WEEK! THERE IS VIRAL CHATTER ALL AROUND THE WORLD ABOUT ALL OF THIS SO WE CAME HERE TO SHINE LIGHT ON ALL OF THIS!

WE PREFACE THIS MESSAGE BY SAYING. "WE ARE THE BLUE-RAY BEINGS OF LOVE AND LIGHT THAT HAVE ARRIVED IN THIS WORLD TO STAND BESIDE YOU DURING YOUR WONDERFUL AND GREATEST HOUR!"

WE ARE HERE! WE ARE WITH YOU! WE ARE HAVE EVERYTHING SAFE AND SECURE AND WE ARE SUPER EXCITED ABOUT YOUR ASCENSION!

HERE IS OUR MESSAGE TO YOU: ON EARTH DATE 12-26, AT THE DIRECTION OF THE GRAND COUNCILS OF LIGHT, BENEVOLENT PLEIADIAN POSITIVE MILITARY LIGHT FORCES DESCENDED DOWN DOWN TO A HEIGHT OF 1 MILE ABOVE THE PLANET'S SURFACE ON THE FINAL ASCENSION MISSION DUBBED AS 'OPERATION MASTERPIECE'

UNDER THE UNIVERSAL PRIME MISSION, 'PROJECT FREEDOM EARTH', A GALACTIC PROJECT TO FULLY LIBERATE THIS PLANET, SUB-PROTOCOL 'MASTERPIECE' HAS BEEN INITIATED AND IS NOW FULLY ENGAGED!

THE MASTERPIECE PROTOCOL IS A SPECIAL PLEIADIAN MISSION TO BEGIN PHASING IN THE NEW EARTH! OVER SEVENTY THOUSAND PLEIADIAN LIGHT SHIPS AND BILLIONS OF CELESTIAL BEINGS ARE INVOLVED IN THIS GRAND MISSION TO EARTH! BACKUP SUPPORT FROM THE SKY TO THE GROUND IS BEING PROVIDED BY 3 OTHER MAJOR STAR NATIONS!

1 MILE DIAMETER PLEIADIAN CRAFT IN SPECTRAL CLOAK MODE ARE BEING WITNESSED ALL ACROSS THE GLOBE AS THEY PERFORM THIS INCREDIBLE MISSION!

WE HAVE BEEN HERE WITH YOU THE ENTIRE TIME WATCHING AND ASSISTING IN HUMANITY'S EVOLUTION AS WE COULD AND WITHOUT VIOLATING THE FREE WILL PRINCIPLE OF THIS UNIVERSE! THERE ARE UN-IMAGINABLE CHALLENGES WITH THIS ASCENSION BUT UNTO THIS DAY, TOGETHER WITH YOU, WE HAVE OVERCOME THEM ALL IN A SAFE AND WONDERFUL WAY!

ON 9-11 WE CAME IN CLOSER AROUND YOUR SUN RIDING IN TENS OF THOUSANDS OF 5D LIGHT CRAFT AND WE STARTED DEFLECTING STEADY STREAMS OF GEO-MAGNETIC PARTICLES TOWARDS THE EARTH EVERY 2-3 EARTH DAYS!

ON 11-1 WE CAME DOWN TO 650 MILES AND HOVERED NEAR THE IONOSPHERE WHERE 40 THOUSAND ADDITIONAL GALACTIC FEDERATION FLEETS CAME THROUGH THE SOLAR PORTAL AND JOINED WITH US!

ON 12-21 WE BLASTED THE EARTH WITH SUPER 5D GAMMA LIGHT DATA FOR TWO DAYS STRAIGHT! ON THIS EARTH DAY WE ALSO DESCENDED DOWN LOWER TO AN ELEVATION OF 11 MILES ABOVE THE SURFACE!

ON 12-26 AS OUR GRAND GALACTIC MISSION 'PROJECT FREEDOM EARTH' MOVED INTO IT'S FINAL PHASE AND THE 'MASTERPIECE PROTOCOL WAS FULLY ENGAGED!' WE COME IN EVEN CLOSER TO ASSIST AT THAT MOMENT!

WE ARE ALL HERE ALL AROUND YOU, JUST LOOK! OUR FORCES ARE IN EARTH'S AIRSPACE AND OUR SUPER LOVE WARRIORS ARE ON THE GROUND! WE BEGAN TESTING FOR YOUR FINAL ASCENSION EVENT ALSO ON 12-26! POWER GRID TESTS WERE THE MAIN FOCUS OF THIS FINAL FREEDOM OPERATION WHICH WE WILL EXPLAIN BELOW!

MASTERPIECE PROTOCOL MISSION DIRECTOR'S REPORT: "THE GOAL OF THIS FINAL DEPLOYMENT OF LIGHT FORCES TO EARTH IN MASTERPIECE PROTOCOL' IS TO ASSIST IN COMPLETELY CLOSING OUT THE OLD 3D EARTH MATRIX PORTAL AND TO FULLY OPEN UP THE NEW 5D EARTH PORTAL OF HEAVEN ON EARTH! THIS NEW HEAVEN ON EARTH IS A GRAND 'MASTERPIECE' THAT WE ARE ALL BRINGING FORTH TOGETHER!

MASTERPIECE PROTOCOL 'MISSION DURATION: THROUGH 1-5-2019!

MASTERPIECE PROTOCOL MISSION DETAILS AND STATUS AS OF EARTH DATE: 12-30-2018: WE FIRST WANT TO CLARIFY THAT ALL THE BLUE-LIGHT ACTIVITY IN THE SKIES AROUND THE PLANET SINCE EARTH CHRISTMAS DAY IS 100% BENEVOLENT PLEIADIAN POSITIVE LIGHT FORCES ACTIVITY!

AMAZING BLUE LIGHTS HAVE BEEN WITNESSED ALL AROUND THE PLANET SINCE 12-21 SO WHAT IS REALLY GOING ON? THERE IS MUCH INFORMATION FLYING AROUND THE MATRIX AT THIS HOUR ABOUT WHAT IS TRANSPIRING SO OUR GOAL IS TO TUNE IN AT THE DEEPEST GAMMA STATE OF CONSCIOUSNESS CLEAR UP ALL THE CHATTER IN EARTH ALLIANCE INTEL MEETINGS AND BRING IN CLEAR FACTUAL INFORMATION!

FROM OUR HIGHER POINT OF VIEW, HERE IS WHAT THIS HEIGHTENED ACTIVITY WITNESSED AROUND THE PLANET IS NOT: 1. IT'S NOT A CABAL FALSE FLAG MOVE OF ANY SORT! THE CABAL HAS BEEN ALMOST COMPLETELY NEUTRALIZED AT THIS STAGE DEAR ONES NO MATTER WHAT IT STILL LOOKS LIKE OUT THERE! WE HAVE BEEN WORKING WITH EARTH ALLIANCE MEMBERS CLOSELY IN COVERT BEHIND-THE-SCENES SPECIAL OPERATIONS TO CLEAR THEM OUT OF YOUR WAY! YOU ARE GOING TO HEAR LESS AND LESS FROM THEM AND ABOUT THEM AS THINGS MOVE FORWARD THIS VERY WEEK. 2. IT IS CERTAINLY NOT A FAKE ALIEN INVASION! WE KNOW ABOUT THIS BOGUS MANIPULATION THAT WAS PLANED TO TAKE PLACE THIS EARTH YEAR BUT WE QUICKLY NEUTRALIZED THAT HEINOUS PLAN! SUCH A DECEPTION WOULD BE APPALLING TO US AND IT SHALL NOT BE! 3. IT IS NOT A CABAL PROJECT BLUE BEAM ATTACK! (SEE BELOW WHAT IT REALLY IS!) 4. POWER TRANSFORMERS ABSOLUTELY EXPLODED AND POWER STATIONS EXPLODED BUT THAT ALONE IS NOT THE CAUSE OF THE ENERGY IN THE SKIES WITNESSED THIS PAST WEEK! LIGHTNING OR WEATHER DID NOT CAUSE THESE TO POWER GRIDS TO BLOW AS WELL!

WHAT IS ALL OF THIS ACTIVITY IN A CLEAR CONCISE DESCRIPTION? PROJECT FREEDOM EARTH - MASTERPIECE PROTOCOL IS A BENEVOLENT PLEIADIAN ASCENSION SECURITY AND ASSISTANCE MISSION. THE DELTA FORCE PART OF THE MISSION COVERS PERIPHERAL SECURITY OPERATIONS AND DEALS WITH THE LAST MINUTE, EMERGENCY PROTOCOLS OF A SMOOTH 3D-5D TRANSITION.

UPDATES FROM SPECIAL PLIEADIAN SECURITY DELTA FORCES: WE HAVE 24 MORE HOURS OF CLEARING TO DO ON THE SURFACE IN CO-PROJECT DELTA AND THEIR IS NOW ONLY A VERY SMALL CHANCE OF ANYTHING GOING AWRY! THE MAJORITY OF MAJOR CABAL LEADERS HAVE BEEN NEUTRALIZED AND WE ARE CLOSING IN FAST ON THE REMAINING ONES AS WE SPEAK! WE HAVE A SUPER BACK-UP PLAN JUST IN CASE, AND BELIEVE US WE THOUGHT OF EVERY POSSIBLE SCENARIO! SPECIAL SECURITY PROJECT 'BLACK-OUT' IS ON IMMEDIATE STANDBY WHICH WILL ONLY BE DEPLOYED AS AN EXTREME MEASURE, DURING THE NEXT EARTH WEEK AND AGAIN, THE BLACK-OUT PROJECT IS CONDITIONAL, TEMPORARY AND COMPLETELY HARMLESS! IF YOU NOTICED WHEN WE TOASTED THOSE POWER TRANSFORMERS WITH A SCALAR DEVICE, NO ONE WAS HARMED IN ANY WAY! PROJECT DELTA IS A PEACEFUL GLOBAL ASCENSION SECURITY OPERATION AND PREVENTING CASUALTIES ON THE SURFACE DUE TO THE FEW REMAINING DARK FORCES IS THE NUMBER ONE PRIORITY! IF THIS BLACK-OUT PLAN HAS TO BE INITIATED, THE GOAL WILL BE TO TARGET SMALL AREAS WHERE THE PROBLEMS ARE AND WE PRAY THAT IT SHALL NOT BE A WIDE-SPREAD MISSION! IT IS NOT KNOWN AT THIS TIME THE FULL OUTCOME OF PROJECT BLACK-OUT OR EVEN IF IT WILL HAVE TO BE DEPLOYED! WE CAN SAY AGAIN THE ODDS ARE EXTREMELY LOW THAT ANY MAJOR POWER BLACK-OUT WILL TRANSPIRE!

HERE ARE THE DECIDING FACTORS FOR THE DEPLOYMENT OF PROJECT BLACK-OUT: IF THE LAST FEW ARCHON-INFECTED FALSE CONTROLLERS LEFT ON EARTH INITIATE ANY MAJOR HARMFUL MOVES AGAINST HUMANITY SUCH AS A FALSE FLAG OR MARTIAL LAW DECLARATION, OR IF HUMANS IN GENERAL GET PANICKY OR BEGIN RIOTING IN A WIDESPREAD WAY DURING THIS SENSITIVE EARHT TIME, WE WILL SIMPLY CUT THE POWER TO THIS PLANET OFF WITHIN 12 HOURS AND STOP THE WHOLE THING TEMPORARILY! REMEMBER THE 3D MATRIX IS A 100% DIGITAL REALITY AND IT HAS TO HAVE ELECTRICAL POWER TO KEEP THE ILLUSION GOING! WE SAY THE POWER GRID HERE IS A POSITIVE AND NECESSARY THING AT THIS TIME THAT WILL BE TRANSITIONED TO AN NEW FORM OF FREE ENERGY! WE ALSO SAY, 'IT IS ALWAYS WISDOM TO PREPARE FOR ANY KIND OF POWER FAILURE CAUSED BY ANY REASON! MAKE SURE U ALWAYS HAVE PURE WATER FOOD, ALTERNATE HEAT SOURCES AND EVERYTHING U NEED FOR TEMPORARY OUTAGES NO MATTER WHAT!'

AS WE ALL MOVE FORWARD TOWARDS THE GRAND CLIMAX, THE PRIMARY GOAL OF SUB-SECURITY-PROJECT DELTA THIS WEEK IS TO REMOVE THESE LAST FEW FALSE CONTROLLERS OUT OF THE WAY PHYSICALLY IN THE MOST PEACEFUL WAY AND WITH THE LEAST AMOUNT OF HARM TO ANYONE!

SO THE GRAND BLUE LIGHTS AND SUPER GRID BLASTS WERE OUR CRAFT WERE TESTING FOR OPERATION BLACK-OUT LAST WEEK. THIS IS WHAT U SAW IN NYC AND IN LOUISIANA AND THIS OCCURRED IN MANY OTHER OTHERS AROUND TH PLANET AT THE SAME TIME! THESE REPORTS WILL COME OUT THIS WEEK! SO, IT WAS A BLUE BEAM DEAR ONES BUT A POSITIVE SECURITY-BASED ONE! DON'T U ALLOW ANY ONE OR ANYTHING TO INJECT ANY MORE FEAR! THIS NON-SENSE IS OVER AND IT WILL NOT BE DECODED ANY LONGER! PLEIADIAN LIGHT FORCES DID IT AND IT WAS ONLY TEST IN PREPARATION FOR THE CLOSING OF THE GRAND EVENT! WE ARE THE GOOD GUYS AND WE DO NOT ATTACK OR HARM ANYTHING OR ANYONE! WE ARE LOVING PLEIADIAN PEACE AND SECURITY FORCES AND WE DO DEFEND OUR BOUNDARIES AND THE BOUNDARIES OF THE BEAUTIFUL LIGHT BEINGS STATIONED ON EARTH!

WE CLOSE THIS PART OF THE REPORT BY SAYING, "NOTICE THAT NO ONE WAS HARMED OR WILL BE EVER BE HARMED AND THE INTENTION BEHIND THIS GALACTIC ASCENSION MISSION IS PURELY PEACEFUL AND BENEVOLENT AND LOVING WITH THE BEST INTEREST FOR ALL!

NOW YOU HAVE FULLY RECEIVED THE LIGHT OF WHAT IS, DEAR ONE! AGAIN WE SUGGEST THAT YOU DO YOUR OWN RESEARCH AND TUNE INTO THE HIGHER FREQUENCIES AND RECEIVE YOUR OWN PERSONAL SOURCE DATA FOR YOURSELF TO BE FULLY CLEAR ABOUT EVERYTHING!

OK, NOW GREAT ONES, ARE YOU READY NOW FOR THE BIG MOMENT? THIS IS IT AND ITS ON! ALL SYSTEMS GREEN-LIGHT-TANGO GO FOR FULL SCALE STARSEED ASCENSION TO THE GAMMA FIFTH FREQUENCY OF THE KINGDOM OF HEAVEN ON EARTH!

STANDBY FOR SUPER ASCENSION! YOUR COMPLETE 5D ASCENSION AND THE NEW EARTH ARE AT HAND AND EVEN HOURS AWAY NOW! YOU ARE SO CLOSE DEAR ONES EVEN A FEW DAYS AWAY NOW! THIS IS NOT JOKE, IT IS NOT FALSE INFORMATION AND IT WILL TRANSPIRE AS IT IS SPOKEN HERE!

AS EARTH ENTERS THE GRAND NEW YEAR OF 2019 WE SAY, "FIRST GET READY FOR SUPER 5D PASTEL RAINBOW GLITTER FIREWORKS ON 1-1!"

THE HIGH COUNCIL HAS COME TO FULL CONSENSUS NOW IN SYNCRONITY WITH ALL STARSEEDS ON EARTH THAT ON THE SECOND DAY OF JANUARY 1-2-19, WE SHALL OPEN UP THE 5D EARTH PORTAL FULLY AND FINALIZE THE GRAND EVENT ON THIS EARTH DAY!

WHAT DOES THIS MEAN? IT MEANS YOU WILL FULLY ASCEND TO THE 5TH DIMENSION IN TWO EARTH DAYS!

DID YOU HEAR WHAT WE SAID GREAT ONES? IT IS SO!

WE ARE GOING TO SEND A MONUMENTAL PLASMA WAVE ON NEW YEARS THAT WILL BUILD TO A CLIMAX ON 1-2 WHICH WILL BE WITNESSED AS A SUPER-GRAND SOLAR WHITE FLASH-WAVE OF MAGNETIC GAMMA IONIZED 40 HERTZ LIGHT THAT THE EARTH HAS NEVER SEEN! IT WILL BE DOUBLE THE POWER OF WHAT WE SENT ON 12:21! COME AND SPEAK WITH US WHEN YOU SEE THIS SECOND SUPER GAMMA WHITE-OUT! IT WILL BE A GREAT SIGN TO BRING INCREDIBLE HOPE TO ALL THE STARSEEDS ON EARTH!

YOUR DIVINE SUPER-ANGELIC GIFTS WILL BEGIN TO FULLY ACTIVATE AT THE 5D LEVEL ON THIS EARTH DAY!

WE HAVE PLANNED A GLOBAL EVOLUTIONARY CELEBRATION (PLEIADIAN-STYLE) FOR 1-5 AS THE GLORIOUS 5D ENERGY COMING THIS WEEK COMES TO IS APEX! THIS MAGNIFICENT CELEBRATION FOR PLANET EARTH WILL BE MARKED IN THE HEAVENS BY A SOLAR ECLIPSE, A SPECTACULAR QUADRANTIDS GLITTER METEOR SHOWER, AND THE SOFT WHITE GLOW OF A MAGIC SUPER NEW MOON!

THERE IS POWER COMING INTO THE EARTH GREAT ONES THAT HAS NOT BEEN SEEN HERE! EACH OF YOU WILL TAKE ON THE FULLNESS OF THIS POWER IN YOUR HUMAN BODIES AND YOUR DNA WILL BE ACTIVATED TO IT'S HIGHEST ORDER NOW!

YOUR NEW CRYSTALLINE 5D LIGHT BODY WHICH IS FORMING EVEN NOW WILL BE ABLE TO STORE, DECODE AND TRANSMIT ALL THE AKASHIC LIGHT-DATA OF THIS UNIVERSE!

THINGS ARE GOING TO BE QUITE AMAZING FOR YOU IN THE COMING HOURS AND DAYS!

OUR HEARTS ARE WIDE OPEN WITH LOVE FOR YOU AT THIS HOUR AND NOW YOUR HEARTS HAVE OPENED TO THEIR HIGHEST LEVELS! THE GRAND LOVE OF SOURCE SHALL BEGIN TO POUR OUT OF YOU LIKE A GREAT FOUNTAIN!

YOU ARE THE CELESTIAL ANGELS OF HEAVEN WHO CAME TO EARTH TO GIVE YOUR LOVE AND LIGHT TO ALL HUMANITY! YOU ARE THE STRONG ONES FORETOLD OF OLD THAT OVERCAME THE WHOLE WORLD! YOU ARE THE ELITE SPECIAL FORCES OF LOVE AND THE GREAT GUARDIANS OF THE EARTH! YOU ARE THE GRAND FAMILY OF LIGHT!

GREAT BEINGS HAVE NOW COME FROM EVERY CORNER OF THE UNIVERSE TO STAND BESIDE YOU IN YOUR GREAT TIME! EARTH IS THE FOCAL POINT THIS HOUR OF THE ENTIRE COSMOS AND EVERY ANGELIC BEING IS WATCHING YOU AND THEY ARE FILLED WITH JOY AND EXCITEMENT ABOUT WHAT YOU ARE DOING!

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR COMING HERE ON THIS AMAZING MISSION TO EARTH! WITHOUT YOU YOU THERE WOULD BE NO LIGHT IN THIS PLACE! YOU DID IT GREAT ONE! BE PROUD AND LIFT UP YOUR BEING AND STAND READY TO RECEIVE GALACTIC REWARD AND HONOR AND BLESSINGS THAT ARE BEYOND YOUR WILDEST DREAMS!

WE ARE THE GREAT MESSENGERS OF LIGHT THAT HAVE COME TO THE EARTH AND WE HERALD, "THE GREAT TIME HAS COME! NOW WE SHALL WALK INTO INTO OUR NEW 5D KINGDOM OF HEAVEN ON EARTH!"

GOD-SPEED, ~ MICHAEL AND THE PLEIADIANS XO

SPECIAL CREDIT AND HONOR TO: THE EARTH ALLIANCE THE WHITE BROTHERHOOD THE RESISTANCE MOVEMENT THE WHITE DRAGON SOCIETY