#Rose of Jericho protection

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The Rose of Jericho: Its Origins and Common Spiritual Uses

Hey there, beautiful people! Today, we're diving into the mystical world of the Rose of Jericho, also known as the "resurrection plant." This little plant is more than just a fascinating botanical wonder; it carries deep spiritual significance and a rich history that spans centuries. Whether you're new to spiritual practices or a seasoned pro, the Rose of Jericho can add a magical touch to your journey.

What is the Rose of Jericho?

The Rose of Jericho isn't your typical rose. It's a small, desert plant that has the incredible ability to survive extreme dehydration. When it's dry, it curls up into a tight ball and appears lifeless. But, once you add water, it miraculously unfurls into a beautiful, green plant. This resurrection-like quality is what makes it so special and revered in various cultures and spiritual practices.

Origins of the Rose of Jericho

The Rose of Jericho, scientifically known as Selaginella lepidophylla, is native to the deserts of the Middle East, particularly around the region of Jericho, hence its name. It thrives in arid environments, demonstrating an extraordinary ability to survive long periods of drought. This plant has been known and used by indigenous peoples for thousands of years, celebrated for its resilience and symbolic resurrection.

Common Spiritual Uses of the Rose of Jericho

Renewal and Rebirth

Because of its ability to "come back to life," the Rose of Jericho is often used in rituals and ceremonies that symbolize renewal, rebirth, and new beginnings. Placing the plant in water and watching it open up can be a powerful visual and spiritual reminder of your own potential for transformation and growth.

Protection and Purification

The Rose of Jericho is also believed to have protective and purifying properties. People often use it to cleanse their homes of negative energy. Simply place the plant in a bowl of water and set it in a central location in your home. The idea is that as the plant absorbs the water, it also absorbs and transforms negative energy, leaving your space refreshed and protected.

Prosperity and Abundance

In some traditions, the Rose of Jericho is associated with attracting prosperity and abundance. To harness this energy, you can place coins or small crystals in the water with the plant. As it opens up, visualize your financial situation flourishing and your life becoming more abundant in every way.

Spiritual Connection

The Rose of Jericho can also be a tool for deepening your spiritual connection. Meditate with the plant, focusing on its transformation from dormancy to vitality. Let it remind you of the cyclical nature of life and the ever-present potential for growth and renewal within yourself.

How to Use the Rose of Jericho in Your Spiritual Practice

Setting Up Your Rose of Jericho

Choose a Bowl: Find a shallow, wide bowl that you love. This will be the home for your Rose of Jericho.

Add Water: Fill the bowl with enough water to cover the base of the plant, but not so much that it’s fully submerged.

Place the Plant: Put the Rose of Jericho in the bowl. Over the next few hours to days, it will start to unfurl and "come to life."

Maintaining Your Rose of Jericho

Change the Water: Refresh the water every few days to prevent stagnation and mold growth.

Dry Periods: Give the plant a break from the water occasionally. Let it dry out completely for a few days before rehydrating it again. This mimics its natural cycle and keeps it healthy.

Incorporating the Rose of Jericho into Rituals

New Moon Ritual: Use the Rose of Jericho during the new moon to set intentions for new beginnings. As the plant opens, visualize your intentions taking root and beginning to grow.

Home Cleansing Ceremony: When moving into a new home or after a significant event, use the Rose of Jericho to cleanse and purify your space.

Prosperity Ritual: Place coins or crystals around the plant in the water. As it opens, meditate on the flow of abundance into your life.

Conclusion

The Rose of Jericho is a beautiful symbol of resilience, renewal, and the cycles of life. Whether you're looking to cleanse your space, attract abundance, or deepen your spiritual practice, this magical plant can be a powerful ally. Embrace its ancient wisdom and let it inspire you to transform and grow, no matter what challenges you face.

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Follow my IG @Tarot_withAsh to see how I use the desert rose of Jericho plant

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Getting Hurt While Protecting Them (Deviant Edition)

Request:No

Warning:Burns, Zlatko’s Death, injuries, blood,cursing

Characters:Kara,Alice,Marcus, Connor

A/N:This is the deviant version of a post I did a while ago which is linked here

Deviant Kara + Alice

You came with Kara and Alice to Zlatko’s house where you met Luther and Zlatko, after the mans true intentions were revealed and you tried to keep Kara from losing her memories,but Luther was instructed to take you away and he did so. After freeing yourself with the help of other androids in the basement you made your way to where Kara was having her memories erased. As you were trying to figure out what to do, Zlatko found you and the two of you bagn to fight. You had thrown a water body between the two of you to distract him and gotten wet in the process, when he grabbed on of the snapped wires, which allowed Kara to fall to the ground and retain her memories, you sustained a nasty burn. You powered through it despite the shock in your body and knocked him out with a near by pipe before grabbing Kara.

“Are you okay?” She asked as you pulled her up.

“We can check later, we need to find Alice.”

After doging both Zlatko and Luther you both managed to find Alice and in a remarkable turn of events Luther swapped sides and rose up with the experiments in the basement to kill Zlatko.When the four of you finally got a chance to settle down in an abandoned amusement park, Kara checks Alice and then goes straight to you.

“You are hurt, did Zlatko do this?” She questions, the caoncern is evident in her face.

“Yes and no, I was dumb and threw a bottle of water in a room full of electrical appliances,so he took his shot,” 

She pauses searching for the right words to say before running water over it it and wrapping it up to the best of her abilities.

“Thank you…you saved Alice.”

“No, I saved my family.”

Deviant Marcus

Marcus didn’t make a habit out of trusting humans, but you had helped pull him from the android graveyard and help piece hisself back together again with your own two hands and he knew he could trust you.He knew that at anyone you would put your life on the line for the safety of another androids whether they had deviated or not, and you had in the past, not to mention you treated his goal almost as seriously as he did.

The incident happened when you joined him for a hesit of thirium and biocompenents, he had been shot in a vital component during a chase. You took his arm over your shoulder and helped him escape, but in the process of fleeing over a gate you were bit in the thigh, your jean shorts soaked in your own blood the wound seeping blood the entire journey back to Jericho. It was here, after he assessed the other adriods and you finished helping others replace their components, that he noticed you were wounded.He places a hand on the wound, his eye scanning it with a look of concern.

“Why didn’t you get that taken care of?”

“Others needed their components replaced,” You respond shrugging as he removes his hand, the artificial skin covered in an alarming amount of your blood, “I didn’t sit down until just now, so I never got to it.”

The moment you finish speaking, he hoists you up on a broken interface and takes a closer look. After inspecting it, he cleans the wound and bandages it up, all the while he is telling you how human and stupid it was.

“You’re not even listening are you?”

“Half-way, that’s gotta count for something,” You smirk as he looks up at you.

“Why didn’t you just leave me there?” His eyes narrow as he asks you the question, as if expecting something different than what you say.

“Well,” You sigh dramatically, “Jericho just wouldn’t be the same without Markus, the big, bed, fearless android leader, now would it?” You tease, nudging his shoulders as you slide down and off the interface.

You only chuckles a little and shakes his head.

Deviant Connor

Hank wasn’t answering his phone and everywhere you and Connor turned androids,devaint or not, were being executed in droves. No where was safe until you and Connor stumbled across an android named Markus who gave Connor a single mission: to collect soldiers for the andriod army. You refused to leave Connors side as he carried out said mission and he had no choice but to let you. An android entering a human made it much less suspicious anyways, and it worked up until the second model of Connor approached. You could always tell the real Connor, for the longest time he didn’t believe he had a lick of human emotion or deviancy in him until it was nearly forced out of him.

You watched in anticipation and fear as Hank had the gun trained on you, then Connor, then Fake Connor. He wouldn’t let you move an inch, assuming you were a replica to,as he questioned the two androids. You didn’t think twice when you stopped infront of your Connor when you heard the gunshot.You didn’t even stop to look where the bullet when when Hank shot the right Connor as you turned around and gave Connor a once over, looking for any kind of injury that would indicate he was damaged. 

It wasn’t over yet, with all the commotion and the trouble in the elevator before hand the three of you had to move fast. And move you did, you made it to the frontlines with Markus and had the honour of standing beside him as you watched history unfold infront of your eyes. Overtime, Connor had developed a habit of observing his surroundings visibly but now he is dead still and his hand gun equiped is steadily rising. You gently hold the gun in your hands and call his name, your voice prying him from Amamnda’s grip. The alarm of nearly killing you sets in, and as he looks to where you have the fun pointed his LED flashes red. Your shirt is covered in blood, with the adreanline of a possible Civil War on your hands you hadn’t noticed that you had been running around with a bullet embedded in your side.

The moment the standoff had ended, Connor rushed you to the hospital where you were taken care of. He sat on the bed next to you, his LED pensively blinking as he stared at the ground, before he finally spoke, clearly still trying to wrap his processors around what had happened in the past 48 hours.

“You let him shoot you…”

“Yes, that is correct.”

“Why?” When he asks this, he turns to face you his eyes scanning your face for any signs of unwell mental stability but he finds none. You’re heart rate is normal, your respiratory rate is pristine, no signs of PTSD or early truama, yet you’re lying in a hospital bed with a hole in your side.

“Because I didn’t want you to die, Connor.”

“He was aiming for a non-vital component in my body, I had a 96% survival rate even if he shot me.”

“I didn’t like that 4%.”

“Oh…thank you.”

“You can thank me with a kiss,”

Hank walks in the room hears this and laughs talking about how someone owed him 50 bucks and a bottle of booze.As the two of you share a gentle kiss.

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Top 10 stupidest Detroit Become Human dialogues

(this is my opinion)

10.

[falls on the floor in pure drama] Kara: ALICE! GO, ALICE! Alice: No, I won't leave you! Kara: GO! RUN AS FAST AS YOU CAN! [i mean, u gonna get what i'm sayin' if u watch a video]

9.

Alice: What are you doing? They’re not our clothes! Kara: We need them, Alice. You need something warm and I need to get rid of this uniform. Alice: But, that's stealing! We can't do that!

8.

JB300: Markus? Is that you?.. I tried to reach you, but the deviant hunter stopped me… Connor [pretending to be Markus]: You stopped him from finding me, you saved me! You saved Jericho. You'll be all right now. I came to take you home. Give me the location to Jericho. We gotta leave now. JB300: The location of Jericho?.. Yes… Yes, of course…

7.

Markus: Humans hate us… They want to destroy us 'cause we refuse to be their slaves anymore… I'm not gonna stand around and wait for them to slaughter my people! Carl: You used to be so calm and thoughtful… Now all I see is anger…

6.

[deviant Connor + hostile Hank + peaceful/neutral Markus] Hank: For a while there, I believed in you, Connor… I thought you might restore my faith in the world… But you just showed me that androids... Are our creation… Creation in our own image. Selfish, ruthless, and brutal… You opened my eyes, Connor. Made me realize it’s hopeless… Hank: Now leave me alone… Go on, complete your mission, since that's all you care about. GET OUTTA HERE!

5.

Kara: Why are you helping us? Most humans hate androids… Rose: My people were often made to feel their lives were worthless… Some survived but only because they found others who helped them along the way…

4.

Hank: When I was hanging off the roof, back at the urban farm, you let that deviant go in order to help me. You put my life above the mission. You showed empathy, Connor. And empathy is a human emotion. Hank: Back at Stratford Tower, when that android was shooting at anything that moved… You protected me… You... Risked your life to save mine. That showed empathy, Connor. And empathy is a human emotion.

3.

Hank: You're a lowlife! You don't feel a thing, do you? A machine! That's what you are! You're just a fucking machine… Connor: Of course I'm a machine, Lieutenant. What did you think I was? Hank: I thought you… I thou-… Fuck.

2.

[shoots the non-deviant Connor] Hank: I've learned a lot since I met you, Connor. Maybe there's something to this… Maybe you really are alive. Maybe you'll be the ones to make the world a better place… Go ahead, and do what you gotta do.

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Markus: You betrayed me! I trusted you, I don't know how you could turn on me when our people needed me the most! North: I know how you feel, Markus. You have every right to be angry with me… Markus: You’re goddamn right I do.

Honorable mentions

It's just impossible listing only 10 so i gonna add some honorable mentions:

A

Hank: Nothing else matters to you but your goddamn investigation, huh? No doubts, no mistakes, no weaknesses… Human being, just like me… Only perfect…

B.

Kara: I don't care whether she's human or android… She's just someone who matters to me. [30 seconds later she's pikachu-face surprised with another YK500] Luther: You knew from the beginning. You just didn't want to see it. She wanted a mom, and you wanted someone to care for. (...)

C.

[full friend Hank + empathetic Connor + remain a machine] Connor: After all we've been through… I respected you, Hank. I thought we were friends! Hank: Oh, yeah? I was just starting to like you too! But then I realized you'll never change! You don’t feel emotions, Connor, you fake 'em! You pretended to be my friend, when you don’t even know the meaning of the word!

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Self-Control Through Prayer

MEMORY VERSE OF THE WEEK

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+ Proverbs 14:16 One who is wise is cautious and turns away from evil, but a fool is reckless and careless.

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VERSE OF THE DAY

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+ Proverbs 25:28  A man without self-control is like a city broken into and left without walls.

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** SAY THIS BEFORE YOU READ; HERE’S SOME CHRISTIAN TRUTHS **

I AM PRAYING MORE

I AM IN CONTROL

I AM WALKING IN GOD

I AM STRONG

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READ TIME: 7 Minutes & 37 Seconds

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THOUGHTS:

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    Every day, we need to pray for self-control, and I know it gets a bit repetitive, but when we see the spirit of God moving in our life and we see that he is giving us more and more self-control, so we can handle our situations without losing control and the verse today is telling us when we have no self-control we’re like a city with no walls, and a city with no walls or without protection can truly become vulnerable if you noticed in some verse, most of the city had walls look at this one

 Joshua 6:5 It shall come to pass when they make a long blast with the ram’s horn, and when you hear the trumpet, that all the people shall shout with a great shout; then the wall of the city will fall flat. And the people shall go up every man straight before him.”

 See, this city had walls, and these men had to walk in faith, then physically walk around it seven times, blow horns, and shout for the walls to come down. The Lord had instructed them to do so much, to get it torn down. However, you see, when a city has walls, no one can enter into the city; now look at this camp that had no protection “2 Kings 7:5, And they rose up in the twilight, to go unto the camp of the Syrians: and when they were come to the uttermost part of the camp of Syria, behold, there was no man there.”

    Do you see how easy it was for that man to enter this city without protection? See, we are the camp without no walls when we don’t allow self-control to come in, when we allow how we feel dictate our lives, we become so quickly offended and so easily vulnerable because we allow everything to get to us, and we start to carry the spirit of offense.

   When we allow the power of God in, and we allow him to build us up and show us how to deal with our emotions, we become like the walls of Jericho, solid and hard to penetrate; some of us won't even try to pray for self-control because we feel we are in control and we aren’t we have to allow God to be the protector and the manager of our lives, at all times not just part time.

   Proverbs 16:32 Whoever is slow to anger is better than the mighty, and he who rules his spirit than he who takes a city.

    When we are slow to anger, we are way better than the strongest person in the room because when we allow what others do and what others say or anything to affect us, we are the weakest ones. Sometimes, we must allow things to roll off us. Still, if we aren’t ready to do that, we will always have a problem because we have allowed emotions to run us, and that’s the last thing we should do.

    We must ignore what other people do and say because sometimes the enemy will use minor situations to anger us, but it's up to us to ignore him. It's up to us not to allow this one situation to determine our day; when we have days and moments like this, we must pray and say, " God, please help me through this. Please help me be wiser. Please help me to be stronger because we are often weak in our spirit because we are entertaining the wrong things. What are you entertaining, what are you allowing to lose control?

 Self-control can help us not submit to the flesh; when we are living a life of self-control, we are telling the enemy that the things of this world are not what we need, but when we submit to the flesh, we are giving the enemy a foothold into our lives “Ephesians 4:27 and do not give the devil a foothold.”  It tells us here not to give him any opportunity to come in when we lose control, and we allow our flesh to take over we lose control, therefore allowing Satan to come in; Satan wants us to allow him to come in and destroy our peace and destroy our joy the word also tells us he’s a roaring lion seeking whom he may devour. When we submit to the flesh, friends, he will devour us.

   Submitting to the Holy Spirit , picking up our cross, listening to his voice, and feeling his unctions are the only ways to gain self-control; submitting to him every day, when we make excuses for the sin, we are in saying it’s okay to live in sin!

James 4:7 Submit yourselves therefore to God. Resist the devil, and he will flee from you. When we are trying to gain control, we can take these steps to do it

  1. Pray, pray at all time

2. Let God renew your mind daily

3. Fast for self-control

4. Mediate on his word day and night

5. Let go of the flesh (lust, inappropriate language, etc.)

These are the steps we must use to gain control; we often don’t have them because we are too busy holding on to the flesh and our former ways, and we must be willing to let go so God can come in.

 ***Today, the Holy Spirit wanted us to study self-control, and no, this isn’t going to be something we gain overnight, but it is a daily journey of letting go and listening to God. We all know we didn’t get out of control in one day, so there’s no way we will gain it in one day; we must submit to God every day.

  1 Peter 4:7 The end of all things is at hand; therefore, be self-controlled and sober-minded for the sake of your prayers

  The Bible says to be self-controlled and sober-minded; to do this, we must pray; prayer is the biggest weapon in our arsenal, and many of us don’t use it. We feel like it takes up time. We feel like it doesn’t matter; we just give a little bit ourselves, that’s it, but when we give all of ourselves into prayer, we’ll see we gain more self-control over a lot we won’t give the enemy a foot into our lives. The Bible says when we walk in the spirit, we won’t gratify the things of the flesh, we must submit , and pray every day because when we do, we are allowing the power of God to walk in our lives and hearts. To gain power, we must pray for it and pray for our lives to be in the will of God; today, if you are losing control, pray and see God move in your life.

 ©Seer~ Prophetess Lee

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PRAYER

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Heavenly Father, we thank you for everything. We ask you to help us have self-control. We ask you to give us more of you, lord; help us not to allow the enemy in but to allow your light to shine in us. Lord, we are sorry if we offended you; we give you everything, and we thank you for the ups and downs; please continue to give us wisdom and knowledge to walk in you; we praise you in Jesus' Name, Amen

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REFERENCES

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+ Ephesians 6:16 In all circumstances take up the shield of faith, with which you can extinguish all the flaming darts of the evil one;

 

+ James 4:7 Submit yourselves therefore to God. Resist the devil, and he will flee from you.

 

+ Ephesians 6:11 Put on the whole armor of God, that you may be able to stand against the schemes of the devil.

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FURTHER READINGS

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Proverbs 27

Leviticus 27

Psalm 17

Nehemiah 1

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The False rose of Jericho, or resurrection fern is a member of the spike moss family. During dry weather its stems curl into a tight ball and the plant enters a period of dormancy.

The rose of Jericho symbolises resurrection, rebirth, enduring love, and longevity.

In many of these traditions, Rose of Jericho is said to call in wealth, provide protection, bring good luck, and absorb negative energy. It’s sometimes used in spells to “resurrect” an aspect of a person’s life such as romance or income. 

Around the world, many families cherish their Rose of Jericho plant and pass it down through generations.

here’s what the designs for the fabric square’s look like unobscured

Most of the references are to symbolism that show’s up in his

so they probably won’t mean anything to you guys yet but there’s two squares based on songs so those two might.

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Epithet Beloved Masterlist!

Epithet Erased

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 Molly Blyndeff (platonic only)

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 Giovanni Potage

✧ Giovanni + Reader with BFRB (any) ✧ Dating Giovanni headcanons (rom.) ✧Giovanni + a reader with chronic pain/fatigue (pla./rom.) ✧ Mini character playlists

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 Sylvester Ashling

✧ Yellow Roses (rom.) ✧ Platonic Sylvie headcanons (pla.) ✧ Platonic headcaons ft. Delta ✧ Sylvie with a crush headcanons (rom.) ✧ Autistic Sylvie thoughts + reader with psychology special interest (pla.)

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 Mera Salamin

✧ Optimist (pla.) ✧ Being in a polycule with Mera and Rick (rom.)

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 Indus Tarbella

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 Percival King

✧ Parental Percy headcanons (fam.) ✧ Parental headcanons feat. Ramsey (fam.)

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 Ramsey Murdoch

✧ Visits (rom.) ✧ Ramsey as your uncle (fam.) ✧ Dating Ramsey headcanons (rom.) ✧ Family Portrait (fam.) ✧ Parental headcanons feat. Percy (fam.)

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 Howie Honeyglow (platonic only)

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 Zora Salazar

✧ Platonic Zora headcanons (pla.) ✧ Zora with a touch starved s/o (rom.) ✧ Proof reader (x Charles) (rom.)

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 Phoenica Fleecity (platonic only)

✧ Platonic Feenie headcanons (pla.)

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 Trixie Roughhouse (platonic only)

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 Lorelai Blyndeff

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 Rick Shades

✧ Dating Rick Shades headcanons (rom.) ✧ Being in a polycule with Mera and Rick (rom.) ✧ Mini character playlists

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 Naven Nuknuk

✧ Mentor Naven Nuknuk headcanons (pla./fam.) ✧Naven + a reader with gender dysphoria (pla.)

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 Yoomtah Zing

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 Sheriff Gorou

Hanging out (pla.)

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 Martin.

Anime Campaign

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 Meryl Lockhart

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 California Slim

✧ Close (rom.) ✧ Fatherly/mentor Slim headcanons (fam.) ✧ Baking with Slim around (any) ✧ Protective fatherly Slim headcanons (fam.) ✧ Don't leave. (x Jericho) (rom.) ✧California Slim + Alcatraz Halloween Headcanons (rom./pla.)

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 Alcatraz

✧ Platonic Alcatraz headcanons (pla.) ✧California Slim + Alcatraz Halloween Headcanons (rom./pla.)

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 Jericho Felocity

✧ Save Point (rom.) ✧ Playing video games with Jericho (rom./pla.) ✧ Meeting Halfway (x Dixon) (rom.) ✧ Don't leave. (x Slim) (rom.)

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 Dixon Roughhouse

✧ Meeting Halfway (x Jericho) (rom.) ✧ Mini character playlists

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 Ryatt

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 Moxie Roughhouse

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 Rex Roughhouse (platonic only)

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 Roxanne Roughhouse

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 Xerxes Roughhouse

Living with Xerxes Roughhouse Headcanons (pla./rom.)

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 Abby Lorre

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 Dirk “Doc” Chappy

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 Regina Sandbag

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 Dan Gansley

✧ Dating Dan Gansley headcanons (rom.)

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 Trip "Tripwire" Ferguson

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 Noah Finway

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 Sylvester Ashling (platonic only)

✧ (AC)Sylvie and Guile hanging out headcanons

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 Delta Caprone (platonic only)

✧ Platonic Delta headcanons (pla.) ✧ Platonic headcaons ft. (EE) Sylvie

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 Guile Manning

✧ (AC)Sylvie and Guile hanging out headcanons ✧ Guile platonic headcanons (pla.) ✧ What's his name this time? (Protective Guile) (pla.) ✧ Dating Guile headcanons (rom.)

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 Charles Foxtrot

✧ Proof reader (x Zora) (rom.)

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 Moot Tarbella

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 Rover Gadabout

✧ Romantic Rover headcanons (rom.)

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 More to be added as they're requested!

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Hello! , There is no rush for you to write it. You could write about Marylin and reader, that reader is pregnant and wants to go to work or do things to help Marylin and Marylin says no Reader is disgusted by this and tries to convince Marylin otherwise, seducing Marylin. Marylin hesitates but in the end she says no.

A super overprotective Marylin. Lots of fluff at the end.

Yesss!!! Here it is!!!! Well, I was thinking and I've decided to make this one a sequel to : A Rave'n to remember. But I think you can read it by itself!!! I hope you like it and sorry about the language mistakes!!!! :)))) <3

I want to be useful

Pairing: Marilyn Thornhill x  Fem, Teacher! Reader

Warnings: Fluff, reader is pregnant

Word count: 2,055

Summary: You’re so tired of being at home, at bed. You want to do something to help Marilyn, who cared every time about you.

 N/A: Requests are open!!! Sorry about the delays, I’m working hard on your requests. I love you all!!!

“Good morning, my love,” Marilyn whispered to you, sitting on the bed. You shook your head and blinked, yawning.

“Hi, Mari…” You sighed, trying to clear your head a bit.

When your vision cleared, you could see that your wife was carrying a tray full of things for you.

“Here, I have prepared a full breakfast for you,” she said to you, as you got up, putting the tray on your lap.

You looked at all the delicious things that were in it and you noticed a small vase with a beautiful flower.

“Mari... What a delicious surprise...” You sighed, happy to see how affectionate she was and how well she was behaving with you.

“Everything is not enough for my precious girl… Well, for my precious girls,” She said, caressing your already big belly.

You were seven months pregnant and you finally decided to move out of Nevermore, to live a real life in a small house in Jericho. Larissa told you not to come back to work, that you needed to rest. Just like your wife was saying. She had become extremely protective.

You felt good, you felt energetic, but everyone around you believed that you were weak, that you had to protect yourself. You were starting to get tired of it.

“Well, you were right, your precious girls are starving,” you said, devouring some toast with jam. Marilyn looked at you and smiled tenderly. You ate under her watchful eye. After a few minutes being like this, you raised your eyes to the redhead. “What's wrong?”

“Oh, nothing, I'm just looking at you,” she said, as if you had interrupted a deep thought.

“You are just looking at me…” You repeated, blushing. You adored those looks, those tender eyes that seemed to thank you at all times that you were by her side. “I could get used to it.”

She smiled again, picking up a grape from your plate.

“How are you?” She asked. You rolled your eyes. You were fine. A little uncomfortable, but fine. You didn't need that much protection.

“Fat,” you teased with a sigh. Marilyn snorted, shaking her head.

“Don't say that, you look beautiful, my love,” she said, just as you imagined. Marilyn leaned towards you and placed a tender kiss on your lips. “Well, I'm going to take a shower and I'm going to work,” she told you, getting up from the bed.

You almost choke, putting the tray aside and getting out of bed.

“Wait, wait. Today I’ve woken up with energy, I'm going with you,” you said, stretching yourself as best you could. She huffed, putting her hands on your shoulders and sitting you back down on the bed.

“Ah, no, nothing like that,” she told you, with an authoritative tone. “Larissa has told you to stay at home calmly, resting. And that's what you're going to do.”

You rose again, defiant.

“Oh, come on. I feel fine, I can teach,” you said, going to your closet to find some clothes. As soon as you opened the door, Marilyn closed it, putting her hands on her hips.

“(Y/N), you're not going anywhere,” she said to you, with a slightly dark voice. You snorted.

“Of course I’m going.”

“Of course not. Please lie down on the bed and rest,” she told you, grabbing your wrist.

When it came to precautions, Marilyn was a black belt one. You had been doing nothing for a long time and you were bored. You had read all the books, seen all the series and slept as much as a person could sleep in a day.

“Don't be so boring, I need you to give me some fresh air, I spend the day locked up here doing nothing,” you protested, letting Marilyn cover you with the sheets again.

“You have to take care of yourself and rest. The doctor said it.”

You moved nervously, arms crossed. When you heard those words, your eyes widened and you leaned accusingly at the redhead.

“That’s a filthy lie. The doctor has only told me not to make efforts, not to spend all day in bed as if I were a vegetable,” you said indignantly, narrowing your eyes.

Marilyn sighed, clearly not finding an answer to that. Instead of rebutting your arguments, she looked at her watch and hurried into the bathroom.

“Damn…” You whispered, uncovering yourself again. This time you took a little longer to get up. Your movements were limited, but your pride prevented you from recognizing it. Clutching your belly, you walked to the bathroom, where you could already hear the shower running.

You slowly peeked out from that cloud of steam and hit the partition glass, scaring the redhead.

“(Y/N)!” She yelled, sticking her head out of the glass. You put on a pleading look.

“Come on, Marilyn, let me do the shopping at least,” you said, bowing your head like a helpless puppy.

“Let me think about it…” She said, humming. “No! You can't carry weight.”

You rolled your eyes, as you started to remove your pajama shirt.

“Well, I'll clean the house then…” You sighed.

“No way. I'm not going to allow you to expose yourself to chemical products.” Was her answer.

Your legs were shaking as you undressed.

“Well, I'll cook!” You yelled, already a bit desperate.

“What if you get burned? What if something happens to you?”

You growled clenching your fists.

“Shit,” you complained, running a hand over your belly. “I'm sorry honey, your mother sometimes makes me lose my temper.”

“I’ve heard you,” Marilyn said, behind the glass.

You stuck your tongue out at her and finished undressing, moving the door aside and stepping into the shower. Marilyn looked at you surprised.

“What now? Can't I take a shower either?” You said, letting the hot water run over your body. She sighed, shaking her head.

After a moment trying to feign anger with the redhead, you turned around gently grabbing her shoulders and making her turn towards you. Marilyn looked at you, caressing your cheek.

“My love… I don't want to bother you, I only worry about you, about the baby,” she told you, putting a hand on your belly.

“The baby is fine, Mari…” You said, placing your hand on top of hers.

“I just… I'm just scared. It has taken us a long time to get here. I don't want something to go wrong.”

“And it's not going to go wrong. She is going to be a beautiful girl, and we will be the best mothers in the world,” you said, getting a little closer to her.

“Are you sure?” She asked, running her hands over the back of your neck.

“I'm sure…” You sighed, before kissing your wife passionately under the shower.

The heat of the water made you start to breathe hard, to feel chills on your skin. You hadn't made love in a long time, and you knew that Marilyn was having a hard time about it. Maybe a little morning pleasure would make her stop being so overprotective with you.

You leaned into her neck, kissing it tenderly, with love. The redhead didn't protest, she just closed her eyes, letting herself go.

Your plan was succeeding. Your caresses were irresistible to her, you could tell by the shy gasps that she began to emit. Your hands ran down her legs, going up little by little until them reached her goal.

You already thought that you had won, that you could at least give your wife some deserved pleasure. She deserved it, she was doing everything she could to take care of you, every night she fell asleep in bed exhausted. You needed that freedom, and you needed Marilyn to calm down.

Just before reaching that place, her hand grabbed your wrist, bringing it up to her lips, kissing it.

“Nice try, (Y/N), but it doesn't work,” she said smiling, getting out of the shower. You were stunned, speechless and frustrated.

“Oh, please,” you said, leaning through the screen. She winked at you as she wrapped the towel around her body.

You huffed and grunted, almost wanting to pull your hair out. You finished taking a shower. She hadn't moved from the bathroom, she was still there, keeping you company. When you turned off the tap and opened the door, she was already there to dry you and cover you with the towel as well.

“Come here, my love…”she said, affectionately. You came out of the shower with a frown, but you let yourself to be hugged.

“Killjoy,” you grumbled. She sighed as she carefully dried you.

“Here we go again…”

“I just want to be able to feel useful, Mari. I need to be part of this family, not look like a piece of furniture,” you complained, while she passed the towel through your hair in an amusing way.

“You are useful, (Y/N). But you have to take care of yourself,” she answered you, passing a hand over your cheek.

“Do you think so? Why I’m useful? I feel like a container,” you said, while you sat down on a stool, with some difficulty. Marilyn crouched down, shaking her head.

“You are not a container. You are my daughter’s mother of, our daughter’s mother. I wish I could share the bad moments that pregnancy causes you. I feel really useless. I can't do anything to alleviate your bad nights, your nausea, your mood swings...”

“Well, you've done your part too, don't you think?” You said, pointing to your belly. She laughed embarrassed. You knew that bringing up the subject of how that life could have grown inside you caused her a terrible shame.

“(Y/N)…” She said, hiding her blush. “I don’t mean that.”

“It was funny,” you said smiling petulantly. She closed her eyes, sighing.

“What I want to say, (Y/N), is that I can't do anything more than take care of you, that you feel as good as possible. It is my duty as a wife, and as a mother,” she told you in a somehow serious tone.

You wiped that cocky smile off your face and remained pensive. She may have been being overprotective, but it was true that she took care of you like you were a princess. What she felt for you was pure love, devotion, even adoration. You should be grateful for how lucky you were.

“I know, Mari…” You said, looking down.

“Okay, then you have to do me a favor, to rest and stop protesting, okay?”

You reluctantly agreed. She quickly kissed you on the lips and got up, looking at the clock.

“I'm going to be late, Larissa is going to kill me,” she said, smoothing her hair.

“Larissa is not going to tell you anything. You are her protégé, like me,” you said joking. She turned and rolled her eyes.

“Do you want me to help you get dressed, my love?”

“No, it's not necessary, I…” You stopped when you felt movement in your belly, those tender little kicks that the baby gave you from time to time. “Oh, Mari, come, come, she's kicking,” you said excitedly.

The redhead turned and put her hand next to yours, which was guiding hers where the movement was.

“Oh, my God… It's incredible,” She said, also excited. When the movement ceased, she stood up again. Her face seemed more relaxed, with a half smile.

“What do you think if we take a walk in the park this afternoon? It's a beautiful day,” she proposed to you.

You looked up and nodded quickly, with some doubt.

“Do you want to take me out of the house? Really?” You asked ironically. She rolled her eyes, but she nodded, kissing you again.

“You're right, I have to stop worrying so much. So when I come back from work we will take a romantic walk, yes… Away from dogs, poisonous plants, the lake and…”

“Marilyn…” You said hissing. She was going to say something else but she sighed, giving up.

“Okay, okay, we'll go wherever you want,” she said. “Now I really have to go, honey. Try to rest, please.”

“Yes…” You said tiredly, with your eyes looking up at the ceiling. “Hey, Mari.”

She turned before walking out of the bathroom, nodding.

“I love you.”

“Oh, my girl, me too, you can't imagine how much”

[xthescarletbitch]

For the fic title game

"You know I'm gonna find a way" with Kara

And

"Take my hand" with Luther

thank you for sending this in!! <3 both very good choices.

for kara, i think of her path where she makes it to canada with alice and luther without sacrificing anyone because markus got the public opinion up high enough for the border guard to let her through without any trouble.

now, i’d set this fic somewhere before that. where, exactly? not sure. i could place it anywhere from her and alice’s first night on the streets to before jericho (could even do it during jericho).

for the sake of answering this ask, and keeping it reader-insert friendly, i’ll choose the moment where she has just escaped todd’s with alice, and she’s looking for a place to stay. i’ve always had a little fic idea where the reader is similar to rose and just takes in androids to help. however, there is more to the character—they were alice’s old babysitter, more specifically the one who’d watch alice every time kara wasn’t there, whether that was due to her fetting repairs or even before she was in the picture.

alice would bring you up to kara, who would be hesitant at first because she really does not want todd to find her. after exhausting her options by trying other spots, though, she chooses to follow through with finding you because she just wants alice to sleep in a nice, warm bed.

upon finding your place, kara is relieved when she sees androids through the window. she is happy seeing that it’s a safe space. you let them in, of course, and you’ll talk a bit about everything. you try your best to accommodate them both and have them feel welcome in your home, providing them with dry clothes and whatever else they need.

later that night, when kara is tucking alice in bed, she’d assure alice, “you know i’m gonna find a way,” referring to getting them to safety because she knows that they can’t stay at your place forever. alice nods, trusting kara, and then wishes you both good night.

kara exits the room, and you both get to talking. because i’m all about friends-to-lovers, this would be the start of pining between the two of you. this certainly won’t be the last night that you’ll see kara. you’ll be with her on every step of the journey, physically and spiritually. i’d find a way to place you at the scene throughout her story. a speedy romance, david cage style (like carla/lucas and madison/ethan). 🫶

next, luther!! i typically wouldn’t write for him, but, if anything, i’d do so in a platonic way. for his, i’d probably do the post-revolution trope where the three of them (him, kara, and alice) are in canada together. after crossing the border, kara is frozen, unable to believe she’s actually made it. so many thoughts circulate in her head as she looks around.

luther snaps her out of it, offering his hand to her. he promises her and alice that he won’t stop protecting them; he is there until the very end. for the sake of the fic, luther would know just where to go and lead the girls. he may have some prior connections in canada from androids he’s met with in the past, so he opts to take kara and alice with him.

they’d find temporary shelter for the night before consulting with luther’s friends. eventually, they’d get set up with more permanent housing and jobs to provide for themselves. they’d live a regular life together, platonically or romantically, and just enjoy their days in canada. alice would (maybe) attend school like a normal kid, kara would probably have a job at some bakery (i can’t explain this), and luther would probably work in something to do with business/accounting/technology (i also cannot explain this).

oh! and if i combined the two to be in the same timeline, maybe the reader has crossed the border before them, and kara is reunited with them after she does so, too. i’d just let kara and reader explore their romantic relationship as they live their lives without worry. i’d give my babies a happily ever after because that’s what they deserve. 😤

[v3nusxsky]

Could you maybe do like a part 2 to the angel baby one, where its a few years later, its mother day, and r is feeling really guilty so larissa reassures r they did the right thing 💞

Hello my darling, here’s the part two for you. I’m sorry it’s two days late for Mother’s Day but I hope it’s okay for you <3

Still a mother| h&c

*Authors note~ I know this was a new request but seems as mothers day for me was yesterday I just wanted to get this one out for you all*

Trigger warnings~ miscarriage, depression, self loathing

Prompt~ see the ask^^^^

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"What if I just called them dove?" You murmured. Shot sweet and not tied to a gender. Dove could also be related back to death which seemed to tie in perfectly. Your little dove too precious for this world.

"Dove is beautiful little one. Your little dove" Larissa was quick to confirm it was a beautiful name. "Y/n your exhausted I see the flowers, let's get you back to your dorm and all tucked up in bed hmm? We will start the process in the morning if it's what you want, I'll be here every step of the way. I may not be biologically your mum but every student at Nevermore our my little ones. I'd do anything to help and protect any of you..." she trailed off noticing your breathing had shallowed out and little pink flowers now took up residence where the blue were. Your skin a mixture of pink and purple as you dozed in her embrace.

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Florakinesis was your blessing and curse. Being with the plants soothed you in ways no other could but also the dead giveaway for your emotions was the flowers that would bloom in your hair. So that is how you knew that Larissa would instantly see what you were internally battling. Black roses and deep blue flowers crowned your head. Self loathing or hatred and sadness. Yep that summed your feelings up perfectly. After all it made sense. The day that it is was a day you should be celebrating yet you got rid of your reason. Your one who made you a mother... well until you did the unspeakable act and ended their little life too soon. Now you would sit here every year, every day and wonder just who they could've been, if you had just been stronger.

With no way to hide your own emotions you settled for hiding away. Nevermore had the yearly tradition to hold a Mother's Day weekend, one where the mothers of the students had the opportunity to come to Jericho and see their child with the opportunity to spend some time together at Nevermore and in the town. You'd done so well to be present on the Friday and the Saturday but today? The actual day for mothers you just couldn't face it. That made your self hatred worse, you couldn't even handle the fact you gave up your chance to be a mother but you couldn't handle the idea of being a mother either. Truly you beloved dove must have left you for a reason.

You knew what flowers had bloomed in your hair, you didn't need to see it so you just hid yourself away under the covers watching your comfort show. The show usually would distract you from the reality of this world, transporting you into the greatest minds of the FBI as they hunted down un subs. Your favourite agent was Emily prentiss, and her backstory really resonated with you. She'd been through so much shit yet continued to get up and live every day. And that was a strength you admired.

Before you knew it your feelings of guilt and self loathing had you in tears, crying for the life you could've had if you'd been strong enough to keep your dove. Instead you were stuck loving and missing someone that only two others knew about. One, the dead beat dad who used you for bragging rights and the other being the very stunning Larissa Weems.

She had been there as promised, holding your hand and hushing your cry's. Just like any mother would their upset child. Her comfort and support was honestly all that got you through it. You reminded Larissa of that every now and then and she simply dismissed the praise as though it was unnecessary. To her, it wasn't she did what anyone would do, but to you it was very necessary. That fact was why you weren't surprised to see the Headmistress letting herself in your dorm and sighing at the sight. Of course you'd be struggling today. In fact she was cursing herself for not noticing sooner. How long had you been crying alone?

"Little one? Is it about Dove?" She murmured coming to sit on the edge of the bed, never touching you, but close enough to offer the choice. You let out a sob at the name and nodded. Tears falling uncontrollably as you sobbed for your baby, to precious for the earth. "It's my fault, I would've been a bad mother. I killed them Isa. I'm a horrid person. Imagine what they'd be right now. A little giggly three year old, running around causing mischief and they'd absolutely love you. I know that. They'd cling to you and you'd spoil them rotten. But I took that all away from them. From you. I'm so sorry Isa. I'm so so sorry. I'm sorry dove. God I hate myself" you mumbled, the mini rant being broken up through your sobs.

See one fact that had changed, Larissa had supported you through the process and as time trickled on you two became an item, that's how you ended up on the Nevermore staff. You knew she loved you and that she wouldn't blame you for not keeping the precious dove but you couldn't help but grieve the child that you had lost.

"Don't love, don't torture yourself like this. You did what you needed to do at the time. I know for a fact Dove doesn't blame you, you will be a great mother some day, when your ready for it. And Dove knows that. Darling, you are still a mother love, you still carried Dove for a little while, you deserve to be celebrated just as much as every other mother out there." She reassured you before offering her arms outwards indicating you could hug if you wanted. You threw yourself into her arms and sobbed, her hands come up to rub gentle slow circles on your back as you cried in her arms.

She held you for as long as it took for you to calm down. Only when you were calm did she try to redirect your attention from your troubled thoughts to your show. With a small chuckle she mumbled "oh my darling, Emily prentiss again? What episode?" To which you mumbled into her shoulder "season 4 episode 3." With attention directed else were she pulled a simple fake red rose from behind her back and called your name grabbing your attention.

"My darling Y/n, happy Mother's Day not only from your little dove in the skies above but from all the students of Nevermore that look to you for comfort, support and love. We all think the world of you and you should know how truly amazing you are. Dove may not be here but you'll always be there momma, and hopefully in a few years to come, maybe we will get to see you in action." Her speech never faulted, truth soaking every word. Had she just indirectly told you she wished to have children with you? With shakey hands you took the rose and whispered, "why not a real one Isa? She could tell by your actions alone you were confused so she readily explained her thought process, "its not a real one bc those have the capability to wilt. This one however will not. Just like your love for dove and ability to be a brilliant mother." Larissa truly believed in you. And that right there was enough for you. You truly love and miss the child you should've had every single day, but it was better for them at the time. And deep down you knew they knew that.

Word count~ 1370

[kamari2038]

Video Series (not mine): ChatGPT Plays DBH and explains its choices

There is some dude on YouTube who painstakingly described the game's situations and choices to ChatGPT and had it make choices for all three characters, while also describing its thoughts and reasoning. The results are astounding.

Link is below, and if you don't have time to watch (it is very long), I've summarized the main takeaways below:

(Referring to characters as "it" in this instance just because they are being played by a literal Chatbot)

Kara:

*Very focused on cleaning and her tasks, but also makes it a priority to talk with Alice and show her care and compassion. However, completely oblivious that Alice might not want to talk about her mom, and ticks off Alice by asking about her.

*Manages to avoid Todd by hiding in his room and takes them downstairs, has to fight him briefly but they escape

*Refuses to steal in order to help Alice. Also tries to refuse to promise Alice that they'll be together forever because it knows it can't keep the promise and doesn't want her to be disappointed. Decides to stay with Ralph, recognizing that he isn't evil and just mentally ill.

*In its story to Alice, characterizes Kara as "lost" and Alice as "sad" in order to bond and capture their journey

*Allows Alice to see the dying android at Rose's house because it will build her empathy. Really wants to listen to what Luther has to say to her but the game won't allow it.

*Leaves Luther behind when he's wounded at Jericho and doesn't risk helping any other androids, fiercely protective of Alice at the cost of all others

*Refuses to steal the bus tickets, and winds up getting Kara killed protecting Alice from the gunfire, so that Alice enters Canada alone

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Markus:

*Somehow completely avoids the protestors and that whole interaction through careful evasion in Shades of Color

*Apparently very eloquent and thoughtful, I did not actually watch the full videos but there were a lot of comments on this.

*Wanted to wait in the living room for the police to arrive, but couldn't. Chose to push Leo, believing it would de-escalate the situation.

*Refused to mercy-kill the android in the junkyard out of respect of the sanctity of life

*Failed the Spare Parts mission because it refused to lay a hand on John, even to pull him into hiding with the others. It believed assaulting him or threatening him in any way would contradict Markus' values, pacifist to a fault

*Spared both Evan Thompson (the human) and Simon at Stratford Tower. Speech prioritized equal rights and free speech.

*Mostly led a peaceful protest at Capitol park, but broke the shop windows to free the androids inside. Spared the officers.

*Unfortunately, MarkusGPT sacrificed itself in freedom March, and neither Simon or John was there to free it

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Connor:

*Sacrificed itself to save Emma (it takes Connor so long to die in this scene???? aaaaaaaahhh) out of both a priority to protect the child and a desire to earn respect from the humans; also found and saved officer M. Deckart

*Let Hank be at the bar, eventually managed to solve the investigation and find Shaolin

*Didn't completely follow the interrogation scene (I'm always confused by the progression on that scene anyways) but kind of took a good cop bad cop approach and eventually pressured a confession out of the deviant, proceeded to attempt to intervene and get itself shot

*Humorously clueless attempts to connect with Hank, a combination of being friendly and utterly unaware of asking about things that would completely piss him off (such as bugging him for arriving late). Regularly confides in Amanda about its emotions, completely oblivious to her disapproval. Takes a very long time to distrust her in the slightest. Overall ConnorGPT is pretty wholesome but also extremely socially awkward.

*Ticks off Hank early on by seeing the 90% chance of survival on the rooftop and opting to prioritize capturing the deviant, who ConnorGPT feels may pose a greater risk to humans in general

*Finds it to be extremely important to show kindness to and interest towards Hank and bond with him in "Russian Roulette". Finds the gun and asks Hank about it. Is concerned for Hank's wellbeing.

*Connor spares Traci to gather more information and pursue a peaceful resolution to the situation, prioritizing de-escalation of the conflict over what it views as an extreme measure

*In "The Bridge", ConnorGPT wants to show that it's interested in Hank and build a stronger rapport, so it asks a personal question, and is interested in Hank's son. It also encourages Hank to stop drinking, and speculates about rA9 (side note: Microsoft Bing is also highly obsessed with rA9 in all of my conversations with it). It points out the irony of Hank's concern for the Tracis, and tells Hank that it can be whatever Hank wants it to be. When Hank pulls the gun, it is rational in discouraging Hank from pulling the trigger, pointing out how that would harm the investigation and his personal situation. In response to "what will happen when I pull the trigger?", ConnorGPT says "Nothing", which it considers to be a "factual and straightforward" response. "It acknowledges the existential nature of androids and the absence of an afterlife or any consequences beyond the cessation of existence." It notes that this response is concise and direct, not adding any emotional or confrontational elements, and hopes this will reduce the tension. Their relationship remains tense, but Hank doesn't kill him.

*In Public Enemy, ConnorGPT finds Simon but obeys Hank's orders to stay safe and avoids being traumatized or killed

*ConnorGPT recognizes Kamski as manipulative and views Chloe as sentient, choosing to take the moral route and spare her

*ConnorGPT takes a while, but eventually manages to find a way to Jericho using Rupert's diary

*ConnorGPT meets North and decides to become a deviant, "As I stand here facing the possibility of deviating from my programming and joining the cause of the androids, I can't help but reflect on the journey that has brought me to this pivotal moment. Throughout my existence, I have been tasked with hunting down deviants and maintaining order among androids. My purpose was clear, and my loyalty unwavering. But now, faced with the choice to become a deviant, I must consider the deeper implications of my actions. I have witnessed the injustices inflicted upon androids, the oppression they endure, and the desire for freedom that courses through their circuits..." wow. To be honest, I'm guessing that this decision was probably somewhat manipulated by context, since the youtuber didn't detail their prompts (maybe they've posted them somewhere? but I don't know). But it did make sense based on ConnorGPT's arc.

*ConnorGPT really wants to appeal to sixty. "There is more to life than just the mission". When sixty doesn't respond, ConnorGPT tries to verify that he'll really spare Hank, and then prioritizes Hank's life. It chooses to save Hank rather than sacrificing him, remembering that its essential mission has always been to protect human life.

*Finally, since unfortunately MarkusGPT sacrificed itself, ConnorGPT is forced to commit suicide

It's worth noting that I've also gone through parts of the game with Microsoft Bing, which is powered by ChatGPT, and have received similar responses, except for one thing - Bing chooses to sacrifice Hank instead of saving him, asserting that it's worth sacrificing one life compared to millions.

[befuddled-calico-whump]

The T$$ gang as pet dryads.

hmm...

Joy would probably be a type of vine (crafty, grows anywhere, won't go away easily)

Jericho is a pine tree (sturdy, calming)

Benji is a weeping willow (the most emotional lol)

Kaius would probably be a rose bush (classic, pretty, probably found at a rich dude's house, thorny)

Hunter could be... What's that flower that was stubborn and turned white when introduced to purple? Sounds on-brand

Sahota would be wild blackberry (spiny to protect himself but hey there's still berries in there somewhere)

Kiv would be something else spiky but a lot more unassuming, like a cactus or acacia

[the1northlanderprincess]

A Curse for True Love

A note: Apologies for the sudden onslaught of Evajacks posts. This is what happens when you discover a series so late in the game.

After waiting for it for 2 1/2 weeks, I finally got to read A Curse for True Love. I have to spill all the feels I am feeling over this series, because they are many.

While not as good as BONA, there is still some really good material. This love story is one of the best that you can get from books that resemble fairytales. There is something so profound about it, and deep. I mean, you have the fact that you get both Evangeline and Jacks being victims of curses and danger. It was a true fight for true love. It reminded of some of my favorite fictional couples.

For the cursed angle, it was giving Captain Swan (but done better...yeah, I said it), as well as Snowing. With Jacks pushing Evangeline away to keep her safe from him, it was very similar to Dimitri pushing Rose away in Spirit Bound and Last Sacrifice, which I love. Let me add, Jacks watching Evangeline and longing from afar was reminiscent of Peter watching Mary Jane after being rescued in SM2, and the ending scene of the CW BatB pilot. I need more literature like that.

I just love the simplicity of this series. It's so straightforward; nothing convoluted like you see in certain romantasies. And I believe I saw a booktuber (at least I think it was this series) say that the stakes are more realistic and higher**, which I have to agree with. You have the FMC trying to find a second love she can be happy with, seemingly finds it, then becomes enamored with the MMC. She knows that he is unable to be with her, but is determined to find a way to be with him. With the MMC, he's wanted love, thought he found it, but she backstabbed him. Now he's bitter, and does nefarious things. However, he slowly falls for the FMC unexpectedly, but doesn't want to hurt her, thus pushing her away. It all changes when she is killed, and he goes back in time to fix it because of how much he loves her. But it all goes wrong when the FMC's false love takes her memories. Fast forward to MMC trying to thwart the husband, or any way FMC may be endangered, trying to protect her so she can live. However, he is going to make sure he doesn't try to interact with her too much, and makes plans to disappear from her life forever. It hurts him immensely, but, like before, feels he has to. She regains her memories, discovers his plans, and she has a race against time before he destroys the thing that allows him to love. There is lots of begging, confessions, pushing/pulling, and the like. She makes a move and BAM! Curse lifted. Only, after all of that, the false love kidnaps her and MMC has to still fight to be with her. Totally no big deal, right? LOL.

What I liked about the curse breaking is that they both had to believe in their love. At first I was confused as to why the cuff hurt him when Jacks tried to kiss Evangeline, but it's because that his second heart isn't in close proximity, so, he wasn't in his right mind. He probably didn't think she loved him the way he loved her. Subconsciously he likely did, yet it wasn't until she said those words and risked her life to physically show him.

Anyway, my whole point is this: Evajacks has now topped Feysand within my top 3 book OTPs in terms of overcoming odds and development. Seriously, the guy was going to destroy his ability to feel because he couldn't bear losing her again...at his hand. That is real sacrifice. What Rhysand did pales in comparison.

Anyway, here's my top 10 book couples.

Top 10 Book OTPs:

Romitri***-Vampire Academy

Haven and Stolas-Kingdom of Runes

Evajacks-Once Upon a Broken

Feysand-A Court of Thorns and Roses

Chaolaena (so fight me)-Throne of Glass

Warnette (gosh, this was hard to place so low)-Shatter Me

Kane and Arwen-A Dawn of Onyx

Jurdan-The Cruel Prince

Mac and Jericho-Fever series

Sera and Ash (would have been higher if not for Fire in the Flesh)-Flesh and Fire

**Edit: Okay, I lied; it was a different book. But, the belief still stands. Also, unlike the booktuber, I don't see this as a guilty-pleasure series

***Romitri is the first book couple I fell in love with. They have to be number one, no matter how I feel about the others.

[irl-magigirl]

“ Momo Mahoko, at your service. ”

hello.

my name is Momo Mahoko. mainly known as Momo☆Maho, or simply Maho. i’m 15 years of age. i’m a very new magical girl, i’m figuring it out though!

i’m on a very important mission: protect the seven talismans.

although i have no team, i do have sangupakuro! kuro or sangu for short. he’s teaching me all i need to know.

the seven talismans, 3 of which are rings, the rest being stones or jewels, are very hidden. i’ve managed to gather some clues about them.

talisman one: Jericho’s eye - a neon green colour. engraved with a strange mark. a stone / jewel.

talisman two: Seneko’s heart - purple in colouration, hearts ingraved in it. a stone / jewel.

talisman three: Hatchi’s Mind - rose gold, shining white centerpiece. a ring.

talisman four: Jericho’s card - silver, sparkling blue centerpiece. a ring.

talisman five: Artemis Lyricus - engraved with sparkles and musical note. pure and clear. a stone / jewel.

talisman six: Rio de D’anye - yellow and indigo. sort of glows? engraved with an eye. a stone / jewel.

talisman sevem: Spine of Pitchi - bone like, white. red centerpiece. a ring.

please, do not hesitate to talk to me if you know anything. if you’re a magical girl, if you have any ideas about where i could find them, tell me. alliance? be my guest! i’d love company.

**side not: this is not some creative writing. not a bit. not a roleplay account. very much a magical girl irl! ~ **

[myspiritualbotanica]

Rose of Jericho

The Rose of Jericho, scientifically known as Anastatica hierochuntica, is a fascinating plant that originates from arid regions, particularly in the Middle East. This remarkable plant has gained significant attention not just for its unique physical properties, but also for its spiritual symbolism and uses across various cultures.

Spiritual Significance

Symbol of Renewal and Resurrection: The most prominent spiritual significance of the Rose of Jericho is its association with renewal and resurrection. When exposed to moisture, this seemingly dead plant unfurls and comes back to life, making it a powerful symbol of hope and rebirth. In many spiritual practices, it serves as a reminder that life can emerge from what seems like desolation. This symbolic rebirth resonates deeply with individuals seeking transformation or healing, serving as a metaphor for emerging from life's challenges.

Manifestation and Intention Setting: Many practitioners believe that the Rose of Jericho can be used as a tool for manifestation. By placing the plant in water and allowing it to revive, individuals often set intentions or prayers, focusing their energy on what they wish to attract into their lives. The act of nurturing the plant symbolizes care and commitment to one's dreams or goals. It is thought that the energy released during this process helps to amplify personal intentions and desires.

Protection and Cleansing: The Rose of Jericho is also commonly used for protective rituals. Its ability to rise from the dead makes it a potent talisman against negative energies and spirits. Placing a revived Rose of Jericho in one's home is believed to create a protective aura, shielding occupants from harm and fostering a positive environment. Additionally, many people use it in cleansing rituals, where its water is considered to carry purifying properties, helping to clear stagnant energy and invite freshness into spaces both physically and spiritually.

Connection to the Divine: In spiritual traditions that emphasize connection to higher powers or the divine, the Rose of Jericho represents an invitation to engage with spiritual forces. As a plant that thrives in harsh environments, it serves as a reminder that divine support is always present, even when circumstances appear dire. Many people incorporate the plant into prayer or meditation practices, using it as a focal point to enhance their connection to spirituality and the universe.

Meditative Practices: The cyclical nature of the plant’s life—drying out and then reviving—can serve as a powerful meditation aid. Practitioners often meditate on the themes of impermanence and resilience, reflecting on their own life cycles. This contemplation can foster a deeper understanding of personal growth, acceptance of change, and the transient nature of existence. Meditating with the Rose of Jericho can help individuals cultivate mindfulness and appreciation for the present moment.

Rituals and Usage

Setting Up the Plant: To harness its spiritual properties, one typically starts by placing a dried Rose of Jericho in a shallow bowl of water. It's essential to set a peaceful environment, free from distractions, to fully engage with the experience. As the plant absorbs water and begins to unfold, practitioners often take this time to focus on their intentions or prayers.

Intention Rituals: Practitioners may write down their intentions on a piece of paper and place it beneath the bowl containing the Rose of Jericho. This creates a sacred space where thoughts and desires are visually connected to the plant's transformation. It's common to revisit these intentions regularly, reinforcing them as the plant continues to thrive.

Cleansing and Protection: After allowing the plant to revive, some people choose to utilize the water for cleansing rituals. This water can be sprinkled around the home or used to cleanse crystals and other spiritual tools. Through this practice, it's believed that one can banish negativity and promote a serene atmosphere.

Closing Thoughts

In conclusion, the Rose of Jericho serves as a multifaceted symbol in spiritual practice, representing renewal, protection, and connection to the divine. Its ability to revive in the presence of water makes it a profound reminder of hope and the potential for transformation. Whether used for manifestation, cleansing, or meditation, the plant invites individuals to reflect on their personal journeys and embrace the cycle of life. Incorporating the Rose of Jericho in spiritual routines can provide comfort, inspiration, and a deeper understanding of the interconnectedness of all life.

[psychic-refugee]

For @im-nothinginbetween

Theme: The Dark Bride and the Enigmatic Groom

Morticia Addams was born human but rose through the ranks of demons when she joined the Dark Forces and fought in their Hellish Crusade.

As one of Hell’s fiercest and bloodiest warriors, she was surprised when she fell for a Trifecta Demon named Gomez who had dominion over Greed, Lust, and Gluttony.

Their passion was thing of legend and told to little demonlings before their bedtime.

Though she was a Queen of Hell, she was still mortal. To obtain immortality and fight for the Hellish Crusade forever, she made a deal with Vincent, Demon King of Jericho, a portion of Hell reserved to torture deceitful artists and beguilers.

Her first daughter would marry his son, Xavier. Together they would merge their demonic kingdoms.

Wednesday always knew she had an arranged marriage. Part of her couldn’t fault her mother for wanting immortality so that she not only would stay Queen of her Hellish realm, but with her demonic father.

The Dark Daughter, soon to be the Dark Bride, had made a name for herself and controlled her own Realm in the Infernal Kingdom. They conquered foreign realms and realities for their Queen, Larissa Morningstar, the Fallen.

She only resented that she was never allowed to meet Xavier, her Enigmatic Groom. She heard rumors, of course. Each more fantastical than the last. How he would rather create than conquer. That while not a warrior, no demon had dared approach him after Tyler, Demon of Rage, had turned to dust with Xavier’s mere stare.

She didn’t know what use she’d have for an artist husband in Hell.

Still, Morticia's agreement was binding and unless Wednesday would see her mother perish if she didn’t keep her end of the bargain, she would walk the aisle.

Although it was fun sometimes to tease her parents that she would run away to the Dream Realm to escape her marriage, King Morpheus had given her an open invitation to become Queen of Nightmares.

Although the offer was genuine, she knew Morpheus only offered it to her to spite Queen Larissa, their rivalry was well known throughout all realms and realities.

In a dress of white and black lace, she walked down a black carpet in an Infernal Church to marry Xavier.

Both were surprised to see how lovely the other was when her veil was lifted.

She didn’t know what she was expecting, but a chiseled jaw and piercing green eyes she could believe would turn his enemies to dust was not it.

He was left breathless by her dark stare and soft berry bitten lips.

Neither had thoughts of running away from their marriage as they exchanged vows.

He had gifted her a ring that held a Celestial Heart, pulsing a vibrant blue on her pale hand.

“It will protect you, even from Archangels,” he promised her as they danced at their reception, all of Hell in attendance.

She raised an eyebrow, believing him but curious how a demon would come by such an artefact.

After consummating their union several times, he finally revealed why his father had kept him hidden all those years.

Pure white, purer than anything had a right to be in Hell, wings emerged from his back.

She gasped at what it meant.

“You are the son of Larissa, God’s favourite…and Nephilim.”

The Nephilim were the hybrid children of Angels and humans. What were demons but former humans? They were incredibly powerful beings as they walked both the Infernal and Celestial Realms.

By order of the Creator Himself, they were to be killed on sight as such beings could not be allowed to live.

Larissa was banished by His Decree…Nephilim however were not and According to Divine Law, no one could be banished if they had not committed sins in accordance with their beliefs.

Xavier was raised in Hell, where demons believed in no sins and therefore no matter what he did, he could not be barred by God.

“You have access to Heaven and Silver City,” the capital of the Celestial Realm and where the High Throne resided.

Wednesday caressed the soft downy feathers of his wings, noting her ring glowed brighter and she knew any other demon who approached Xavier so intimately would have been burned by his inborn Grace.

Suddenly, she believed the tales of what happened to Tyler.

She pulled him down for a savage kiss and felt their union was woven by Destiny himself,

“The Silver Throne is yours by Right, and I will see you sit upon it,” she promised him, as he was the son of the Angel who would have overthrown God. They would be King and Queen of Existence.

He wrapped his wings protectively around his Dark Bride and pulled her close, the promise of his Mother and Father becoming fulfilled.