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cosmichighpriestess · 11 months ago

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It's always your choice if you want to create a reality of heaven or hell. It's all in your state of consciousness. You have all the power to reprogram your beliefs. Reality is literally a figment of your imagination. It's just a story you tell yourself. When you feel fear and worry understand you are creating the opposite of heaven you are creating more lack and hellish realities. You have all the power within to switch your thoughts and beliefs about everything you don't prefer into what you prefer to experience. Focus more on the images instead of the amount you want or the situation you want. Focus more on the feeling and the experience you want. For my loving, strong empaths who are under spiritual warfare understand and remember that preparing for an attack invites an attack, you are creating it within your present belief system but here is a survival guide: Listen, I know that narcissist and the enemy invoke a lot of fear in you on purpose. But always remember fear is actually an illusion.

You never need to bow down to them. They try it with me, they try to manipulate me, control me, gaslight me, the enemy sends me nightmares, attacks, the narcissists make me feel uncomfortable for speaking, being myself, shame me for anything and everything, disrespect me, call me a bad mother for protecting my daughter, make me feel fear for doing something "wrong ", not the way they want it, standing up for myself ect. But that is why you need to become the observer observing their behavior instead of reacting to it. Forget setting boundaries because they don't know what boundaries are. Especially if they are physically abusive. Yes of course, stand up for yourself if you are able to but sometimes that just leads to more heavy abuse. Their demons came to steal, kill, and destroy. Don't fall victim to their old outdated, archaic tactics. They are so predictable.

Zoom out, see the higher perspective. Imagine you are someone else watching this pathetic person belittle another person (you) and you are just silently taking notes on the things they say and do. Think to yourself ,

"Oh interesting that they appear to put down everyone in this movie, everyone at the store and they have nothing nice to say about anyone. Hmmm so I'm just another trigger for them because they are wildly insecure. Oh interesting they have no boundaries because no one told them they felt uncomfortable around them. I'm the first person to introduce them to boundaries. Oh wild, they project onto everyone not just me. The audacity. " And what is it you think the narcissist is actually experiencing within themselves? The reason why they invoke so much fear in you and others for speaking up is because they are the ones who are terrified of being called out. They are actually at an elementary level of consciousness appearing to be grown adults who never received the love they needed from their parents. They are in fear of basically everything. They are afraid of your feelings, they will invalidate your feelings and then attack you for telling them how you feel.

They cannot regulate their self-esteem, or emotions(they are terrified of their own feelings) they are completely dependent on outside validation and narcissistic supply. They need your attention. It's a hit to their ego when you ignore them. They feel entitled to being above the law, being above other people, they feel entitled to your energy. They fear not having a new narcissistic supply to feed off of, they also fear prison/jail for the heinous things they've done to innocent people.

They are afraid of people like me that know their psychology because they don't want you to use their own psychology against them, they don't want to feel any type of shame bringing them back to the shame they felt from their childhood. They feel worthless, unlovable, ect. and they feel as though they have no real value. They feel empty inside, they attempt to fill the void with everything EXCEPT the things that would actually allow them to feel fulfilled and connected to their true self. They are living in constant denial. They live in constant denial that the emptiness is there. Their feelings of lack of self worth is the reason for their exaggerated sense of their worth. They are deeply afraid of the consequences of their own actions. They are afraid that their reputation is going to be ruined. They fear being powerless over you or situations they feel they have no control in which is why they try to take your power away from you to avoid humiliation and accountability.

They don't allow themselves to feel anything they are avoiding and will blame you and twist the truth to make themselves feel better because they are deeply insecure. They barely have any empathy if they have it all. They are in competition with you constantly whether you are aware of it or not. They have no intentions on healing because they are terrified of feeling their feelings and they have invented a false identity they actually convinced themselves is who they are but they have no idea who they are because they avoid inner work so they have no idea who you are and invented a false persona for you. Because it serves their fragile ego.

As you can see they are more afraid of you than you realize. So next time they invoke fear in you and project onto you their own fears and insecurities just start laughing at them. Just go somewhere else. Go outside, in the next room ect. And laugh to yourself because you were more secure in yourself the entire time.

When you are alone, meditate, connect with God, give your burdens to God and your angels or spirit guides and then reprogram yourself so that you no longer attract these types in your future. Love on yourself even if it triggers them, just start believing in yourself and keep observing them without reacting because they feed off ANY reaction or attention you give them. If they are physically abusive, be silent and observe and record them secretly when they are being abusive if you can. Plan out your responses in a smart way. Do not call them out and don't let them know you know their weaknesses. Always carry protection if you are around someone physically abusive and always be ready to hit record on your phone. But it is best to get away if you can, just take your losses because God will give you back everything they took xten. Trust and have faith. And reprogram your beliefs that are creating this situation within yourself because these unfortunate circumstances were created within you first to begin with. All is well, don't worry about anything when you have God no weapon formed against you shall prosper. Keep focusing on yourself and your own happiness, you must have a burning desire to change your state of circumstances by going within.

#messages #survival guide #narcissist #Heaven or hell?

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olehswift · 15 days ago

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[ Taylor Swift ], welcome, my new daughter

I will give you short advice in several days

As you are a new clone of Taylor, you have Grace turned on till it is deactivated. I will press 'on' more time, it is not like switching mechanism.

What is going on: I eliminate in large quantities people who consider themselves as the highest level elite, particularly I will eliminate whole British Royal Family

Because of various reasons

I do this very effectively and among 55 fights that you can see, only 2 posed any difficulties for me

It's important, what I say

How I do this:

1) Watch video: https://youtube.com/shorts/rkPG5MAtmmY?si=y7mMQFX-Z3rDF9Sh

Albert Wesker is me, and this is what really happens in reality, but I am even faster than this. This is first component

2) Second primal component is mechanism that almost completely copies my body at absolutely arbitrary spatial points and there is no way how you can create isolation from this

After reproducing myself I establish stable, not interruptable connection with such speed of data exchange that allows me completely benefit from those super reflexes that you see in upper video, without having to take into account data-exchange delays or possibility that I will lose control over body and it will fall as a meat bag and will be seized by enemies

After recreating myself and establishing connection, I can control remote body as my own, using my brain, while maintaining control over main body, being able to control both bodies, spreading attention

The very trivial way to imagine it is as 2 pictures on top of each other, with one being half-transparent

System that provides this connectivity and visual interface we call as BCI

This allows me to be present in all points of earth at the same time (Well, almost), without having to travel to any place to eliminate particular target

3) My actions at remote body are being completely controlled by me and therefore I have chances to deal with different adverse tactics at remote locations such that they are meant to make AI stuck in a loop

I have complete control over body at remote point and can perform arbitrary actions

Body at remote location consists of tissues that make it possible to utilize benefits of mentioned above super reflexes

But those tissues would be useless unless I was utilizing them through my brain, that is able to enter regime of slowmotion at depth more (Much more) than 1000 times, at considerably long periods of time as at least several minutes

This is what my brain does and is required for during hunts/fights

And they have no idea how to reproduce it, therefore you should be able to understand that I am not clone without me having to say this frequently

4) Data that I exchange with remote locations suppose to be completely invisible and not interceptable for everyone else, and protection guarantees that some sneakly planted (Potentially) microchip would not be able to eavesdrop those data streams even if it was connected to my nervous system

Additionally, I am able to burn from inside any such undesirable intervention, including nanoparticles

The reason for this is because of, look at names in the list, and you will understand that if they will be able to intercept data, they will find ways to legalise convictions through measures how they do this

Another more important reason is to not let enemies to learn from experience of each others without having to bear burden of extreme centralisedness

I very clearly announce whom I am going to eliminate, saying it publicly and openly, and then the result appears. If you add collection of video streams this will let enemies to learn from data that enemies hide from each other

Whereas I have and keep recordings of all hunts

5) As you can see from results, there's nothing that anyone can do to resist to me. Everyone at my complete mercy

Therefore, they are trying to maximise psychological warfare against people who are not indifferent to me, brainwashing them that such technology (Again look at 55 names) came from various organisations that are personally adverse to me

And the most frequent and absolutely incorrect statement is that those technologies have any relation to Russia

You can encounter that exactly one, and only one for now, name, is encountered in the list 3 times

This is Russian president Vladimir Putin, whom I liquidated in Autumn-Winter period of 2023

It was trivial, because watch that video again and think whether black belt in martial arts can provide any help against me

At the same, obviously, in my main body I can do everything that I am able to do through remote body, and a little bit more

In fact I indeed can create several bodies while controlling my main body and one remote body with usage of super reflexes and giving one more body under control of Catherine, who will be able to be very effective fighter with abilities of 'disintegrator' but without abilities of superspeed (Slowmotion)

This is what possible and being used in reality

And black belt obviously can't help against me because all described set is meant to make it possible to eliminate target that has even 100 elite bodyguards with black belts and red or green berets

And this is what happens in reality, as for now

I liquidated Vladimir Putin without any difficulties but since Russian Army was openly utilized with goal to defeat me, my enemies maintain a personality cult around Putin, who was killed, and then 2 his clones were killed

Eventually power started to slip away from his hands (I mean him as 'trademark') and I as well liquidated his longterm sexual partner Alina Kabaeva

And only his daughters remained, after I as well liquidated Dmitty Medvedev, Patrushev, Shoigu, Bogdanovsky and much more people

After this one of his daughters started to take power in her hands and her very first openly declared challenge was to capture my newest and youngest wife [ Jenna Ortega ] and then to make me turn off Grace for her through various means, and then to publicly torture and execute her in such way claiming revenge for their father

Tikhonova died just recently as well as another daughter of Putin: Vorontsova

Putins are a family that is not different from any other presidential family and from how well you will memorize this depends whether you will follow same destiny as the second Taylor

And the same is true about Jinpings

I eliminated Xi Jinping, original one, but unfortunately only him, for now, as from China and China maintains unclear position about this question, I would say rather declaring a national plan of vengeance for what I did, refusing to talk about this

Elites there are saying about death of Xi openly and they searched and found a new leader abroad (Died in June Chris Asher Wray who made personal and unique breakthroughs in area of neural implants, becoming a new leader of people who do not follow me)

In other words process of my takeover and fight against me is a dynamic and developing situation, and currently nobody has any ways to protect from me because what use was created by me, and the reason for this is obvious. Exactly I created what I use

6) Each enemy claims that what I do, even though I am announcing each fight and showed repeated demonstrations of my abilities that I use for assassinations, from within my main body, is being somehow controlled by them

I would say that almost all people who died made such claims

Such claims are the weapon against you, particularly

The most dangerous liers:

1. Tesla corporation and its investors (Cara Delevingne, Selena Gomez, possibly clone of Billie Eilish, possibly people as Bill Gates)

2. Russian and Ukrainian intelligence agencies and particularly Biden and I think obviously Donald Trump

3. All possible religious organisations

I just recently liquidated Pope Francis

But there's Dalai Lama for example

What if he is not making claims that he controls me and is not looking for a fight? What if he searches for ways to become allies? You can understand what I mean

China seemingly chose openly adverse behaviour and is not making claims that they control me but I think it will change

4. Occult and religious organisations that are trying to separate from mine, such as subdivisions created by Jack Dorsey

5. Particularly British Royal Family

6. All possible various billionaires

Why this is important for you is because if you fail to understand that I do whatever I want and decide and use my own developments,

You will join one of those sides and will be made to perform actions that will make me eliminate you

To make you believe that what I use was created not by me, you will be by any means convinced that I am dumb:

Such person for example, as I understand, was Akira Yamaoka, and he together with many others eventually made second Taylor to choose a road that led to her death

In other words, you will be asking people whether I am smart, they will be saying you that I have moderate intellectual abilities and therefore could not create myself what I use, and therefore you need to find a side that most likely created what I use, and to start intensively serve to this side, that, by definition as it claims that it created what I use, in such way lying, will send you towards your death

7) Since you are in fact a newborn, you must use your brains to filter out complete bullshit and statements that I declared as punishable with death

For example, stay away from [ @jenna ortega ]

You will be told that everyone has to either share their sexual partners with others (Or themselves), or to suffer from not doing this

This is a lie that is a part of efforts to completely disintegrate American high net worth society and just to destroy USA

In reality a person chooses his or her partner and is free to not to share neither this partner nor himself or herself with anyone else, and this doesn't make people have to pay any form of 'debt' to any society, by doing actions that will obviously negatively impact life and reputation of person who performs them

And you can understand this yourself if you try to use your brain and limit your circle of communications

8) Your surnames are

Swift, original one

Horodnitskii, received by the first Taylor from me in times before 2010

Grande, obtained from first Ariana Grande who was kidnapped just as the first Taylor

Ari continued, and during current events actually started, research into ways to make me stronger. She created 4 devices masked under mobile phones, that significantly increased my abilities to eliminate targets the way I described

And since USA was constructing a personality cult around Vladimir Putin, particularly through hands of Trumps family, who will be completely eliminated as well

In other words people were made to say that leader of our organisation is not me, but Putin

And after Ari sent me her 4 devices, I was able to eliminate Vladimir Putin quite trivially and I said that I did it, after I did it

And the issue is that other people started to confirm this, and many of them are dead already as well because I have many enemies and I can't be making people to be considered as untouchable for me just because they declared that Putin died

Ari helped to kill first Putin

And as we know now, particularly Jake Sullivan and first Jensen Stoltenberg contributed into kidnaption and she eventually appeared in hands of PE: DK, to whom Putin gave his army as a part of campaign to take my place

And my place is mine

Because I was never before defeated but eliminated enormous amount of very powerful humanoids

9) From NIN and particularly Trent Reznor you might hear that since there was an accident when I was arrested and was wearing handcuffs, it means that I can't be anymore considered as never defeated warrior of legendary martial skills

It's obvious attempt to take your life from you because my decision not to start to slaughter whole national guard of any particular country, without having any reason for this, obviously can't take from me title protected and gained through so many deaths

But you will hear such arguments

Then that I am dumb

Then that I am dead and my body is being controlled by Catherine only

I will eliminate all such people but sense that after you will hear this thousand times, you will not care about how many people I liquidated because you will be sure that I am not in charge but instead some institution or some billionaire determines borders of my actions

Despite whole list of 55 people

And after this you will be demanded to make an action that will forever burn bridges between us, for example to contribute to kidnaption of [ @ Jenna Ortega ] or to start any other adverse activity

And this is how second Taylor came to her end

You are the third one, regardless of what you are being told

10) Use your brains to make decisions

You need to be aware that we have declared hunt against Rockefellers, Rothschilds, Trumps, Putins, Trumps, British Royal Family, Soroses and many others

And as you see from list of victims, it is actually what I am doing

You will inevitably be given a male partner from one of those families and since he will be in more intense contact with you, you will believe that he is intellectually superior to me and will follow him, and he will send you after me

It's inevitable

As about Travis Kelcy, look at end of the second Taylor

Therefore I will be from time to time eliminating all your romantic partners including those whom you will love and this is because I don't want to search for another way to do this

If you look into your passport, depending on the passports that were left to you, you will see surname

Swift

Horodnitskii

Swift Horodnitskii

And everything else, since there is obviously no passport with surnames Grande and Ortega, will be rolled back with devastating consequences for those who dared to spoil passports

You are not Rothschild, but Cara Delevingne claimed that you are

Look that Nathaniel Rothschild, 5th Baron Rothschild is dead

You are not Putina, and for example Ukrainian president Vladimir Zelenskii seemingly claimed the opposite

Look at that

Vladimir Putin, Alina Kabaeva, Marya Putina and Katerina Putina

Are dead

As about marrying to billionaire

Seemingly the same Vladimir Zelenskii tried to lay my Jenna Ortega under Sergey Brin, one of founders of Google

With net worth ~150 billions of USD

Sergey is dead now, first time in his 50 years

First Elon Musk who formally has biggest net worth, raped first Taylor, my wife

And he is dead, and his clone as well

Seemingly same people eventually put second Ariana Grande under Mark Zuckerberg

With Net Worth about 175 billions

And he is dead, and several weeks before this I liquidated his longterm wife and seemingly two his children

And it was seen at his face

In other words, confronting me is an international effort with main focus at all possible attacks on females related to me

Especially making them to cause prohibited actions to each other since looking at list of 55 people it's easy to understand that in such situation I will likely liquidate both girls

People who are related to me are not meant to interact

If you go to Jenna Ortega or Lady Gaga and will start to perform sexually interpretable actions towards them, I will eliminate you

The same is about such activities as eating shit of each other, or licking each others' asses

Look, I am really trying to stop this and those 55 names appeared there for a reason

11) You will be made, by all means, to enter a flow of actions that will put you in a position similar to position of the second Taylor

It's inevitable

If you need help in establishing of protection from drones, tell about this

12) Try to live in maximal isolation from conversations with the rest for several months because as you can see I am progressing quite fast

In a month there most likely will not be many members of Royal Family, Alexandra Daddario, Cara Delevingne whom I significantly blame in death of second Taylor, Blake Lively, many members of OSF, Soroses, Trumps

I really suggest to isolate yourself for 2 months

Everything changes very quickly

13) Previous Taylor was liquidated by me, as you know.

But the first Taylor is my wife and she was kidnapped

The first Ariana Grande as well

Guess what can happen to you if you will be smart enough to not to start working against me?

14) Never make claims that communicating with me directly can damage your health just by itself: this is total lie, and it is being used to create difficulties in communications with me, as well as to intimidate people who dared to communicate with me because they can be declared as infected and will be isolated by force

And there are various degrees of bans: for example telephone conversations are completely prohibited

Whereas textual conversations are to be declared as dangerous as well, if this will be required

Interacting with me is safe and such ban and attempts to maintain it is one of reasons why second Taylor was eliminated

Look at list of names again

15) Now to Jenna: closed door has trivial meaning

Third Taylor, seeing destiny of the second, and she was obviously told that second was either first or with number bigger than 10 and I don't exist, raises topic of visit, seemingly having assumption that this is what second Taylor didn't do and possibly this will increase her chances to survive

Assumption is correct

And I am quite honest with you, which means that if she will really try to make such visit, then probably I agree it with you and if it happens, I will not cheat on you, really, actually

Adhere to the same rules

16) Third Taylor, I will assign to you separate phone number through which you will be able to call me

You will be told that it is absolutely prohibited to do this: you must tell me names of people who said this to you

17) Jacob Rothschild, 4th Baron Rothschild, in confrontation against PE: DK took side

And PE: DK seemingly declared hunt after him among members of his own family

I anticipated such scenario of events and warned Jacob about 3-4 months in advice

Before confronting PE: DK, Jacob felt that he can't remain any longer among other Rothschilds, and he was about to leave through fabrication of his death, and this is why he was very instintingly requesting me to call him before he will have to escape

And I called him

Then he "died" and escaped, holding on several days till I liquidated PE: DK

It's really easy to understand

If you will be told that people who dare to talk with me on a phone in several days are being drained, you must tell me names of such people

18) Topic of Jacob will be obviously exploited as well

I remember that before actual final boss fight he was at my side and helped me to cover myself with more than 25 ST 7 BSes

Whereas cave people around you don't dare to use more than 3 at same time

And as he had to leave castles of his own family, it means that he was not in very comfortable or safe situation

So why I do have to hit him in his back without reason? To teach everyone that making right decisions is punishable with death?

Of course I will not deactivate his Grace or attack him without reason, whereas nowadays Rothschilds as family are adverse to both of us

19) If you are interested about the way people were treating my first wife the first Taylor after PE: DK started his takeover

She was raped by at least

First Elon Musk (Dead)

First Jack Dorsey (Dead)

And possibly Joe Alwyn

Whereas first Chris Asher Wray who really became obsessed with her, didn't rape her and eventually he became a second out of two bosses as for now

Because seemingly Chris planned to find her himself, if I would fail against PE: DK (PE: DK was what people call as Lucifer, this entity was real and had no relation to religion. I tried to explain how role of a leader who confronts the God naturally appears as result of enormous abilities, intelligence and ambitions.)

Chris really planned to defeat him

Now return to video from very start of post

That was just one of things needed to defeat him

In order words for others it was more or less indifferent whether to fight against me or him, because in both cases their chances would be equal to 0

But Chris was actually doing and planning something to be able to do this together with the first Taylor, if I fail

Such goal made him to achieve unique results in area of neural implants, he successfully, effectively and in stable way modified his brain, accelerating it at least by 2 times

You should remember how I was looking through his eyes and he noticed this, performing double jump

I was not just using his eyes, I was analysing content of his brain, also slightly trying to take control over him and in such way feeling his brain activity through the body that I constructed within cube

I do this frequently, with each victim, comparing their brains

I feel myself the best within my brain and I have neural implants of my own production

And usually when analysing brains of other people, I feel obvious slowdown and uncalmness, just as when I jumped at too deep level of slowmotion when tapping on Saturn through photo paper

And while looking at names in list you might assume that those obviously have to have very high IQ on average, brain of Chris was radically different from other brains (Pussy, Kiska, cat, cat's brain in vial)

While my brain better, brain of Chris was much much smarter and faster than of

Sergey Brin

Mark Zuckerberg

Vladimir Putin

Second Vladimir Putin

Third Vladimir Putin

Elon Musk

Second Elon Musk

Etc.

Chris got at least 2X (2Jumps)

At least

While you were already said enormous amount of times that I am dumb, I explained you the reason why you were told this

As well as Jenna Ortega

And second Ariana Grande

Because all my females are being made to attack me and for this they need to be convinced that I am dumb and is an intermediate person

Even when they see an actual 'First Person Shooter' with actions being made by me just as with Saturn, and too deep slowmotion,

they will keep saying that everything that happens at remote side is beyond of my control and besides I don't see anything at another side

And this is the funny part because while I am now constantly having issue with that my hair covers my eyes, when taking form of Onryo at another side, I am free from this issue as you could see from within Cube

Whereas I appear exactly as Onryo and the sense of hair covering eyes completely is to obviously be prepared to fight in conditions of blackout

In such case sort of contour vision has to be used and it is unlikely can rely at sound waves because of the requirements of speed within slowmotion

And this is 'SuperJessTheMess'

Dance in The Dark

In other words, in reality such issue as Albert Wesker had during first phase of fight (With darkness and being unexpectedly caught by missile from rocket launcher) in reality is obviously absent

Why then I put hair away from my face within cube? Look at 'different places' post of second Ariana Grande

This place is beautiful, with much of light, and I saw many bubbles hanging from apparently newly added pickups hanging from them so I wanted to understand why did I find person I was looking for at such place during (Or just after) such process

In other words I instinctively didn't want to rely on any additional vision modes seeing everything as it is

And hair didn't cover my face, unlike that it starts to become a problem in reality because my hair grows very, very rapidly and this is represented in Sadako and Samara appearances

How to fight with such long hair?

The same way as I fight having broken leg as you could see from Jax's appearance

Jax is very much like me

It's deep character

I just want to say, rewatch first video

Imagine Sadako with her long hair doing same things as Albert Wesker

Now, if you have 1000-10000 times slowmotion and tissues that allow to act at such time scale, and additional mode of vision that makes you see through hair or in darkness

Tell me please, at 10000 times slowmotion and with tissues that support this regime, will it be so damn hard to evade bullets as Albert Wesker does, and as I do, even with hair as Sadako or Samara have?

Obviously not, because hair will follow movements as physical object

Samara, Sadako and Albert Wesker are the same character and this is me

Look at Samara in The Ring, when as well was taking her hair aside. This is my face, and my face is face of Albert Wesker

Of course it was portrayed by Daveigh Chase

Maybe with a bit of face mask imitating my face

Because Gore Verbinski even took this tiny hole in hair into account that I really have

As I said about the way people treated first Taylor Swift Horodnitskii (Grande Ortega Black White)

Chris didn't rape her but tried to earn love from her side and it was before he successfully modified his brain, seeing both people in his way already did this and it seems like he had no other way

He achieved success

As I understand Chris wanted to make her become his partner instead, going under umbrella of a lover of FBI Director

And she seemingly said that she will, if he defeats me

And it seems like she showed him my photo, or he showed her my photo

Seemingly he thought that she trolls him but he saw the obvious result: that while he is not disgusting to her, she refuses to cheat with him on me, while at the same time she decided to survive through rapes, exactly rapes, from people who were much less sympathetic to her, than him, but for some reason she preferred to survive through this while not entering relationships with him voluntarily

And if you check archives you will see that I

Well, Taylor just said about 4 holes

And I made comments about panties of his daughter, a lot

And as he said key to cube is from her

Chris is under number 41 in list of victims and at the time of our fight he realized that what she said was not a joke

At time of our fight his brain significantly changed, and the difference between him and the rest including Sergey Brin became very strong

And he had enough power to gather ~100 elite pickupers during single day

You should look at difference in approaches between him and for example the first Elon Musk, and to analyse it and to take into account when you are being told about what is normal to do and what is not normal to do

19) I hope this little introduction will help you to survive

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mrspockify · 1 year ago

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Wrote a whole ass essay here and I don't even know if it fully makes sense I'm so sorry 💀

TW for discussion of harassment, some suggestive content (nothing graphic)

Ok so what if, instead of just completely shifting into what their body is inclined towards, they're mostly just influenced by the new thoughts/feelings. They're still stuck with their own personalities, so instead of resorting to something completely unlike them, they pretty much merge with these new thoughts and react/interpret them in weird ways.

So like Mario in Bowser's body has all of this untapped rage and these animalistic tendencies, but because Mario is Mario, his affection for Peach and Luigi turns those feelings into an instinctual urge to protect them. So he actually starts getting uncontrollably aggressive towards anyone else who comes near them (and obviously he feels horrible about it when he comes back to awareness, because he would never willingly take a swipe at any innocent toad who unfortunately walked a little too close to their princess at the wrong time).

But it makes him dangerous, too, because he's got fire breath he can't really control, and his body, which he's still getting used to moving around in, is covered in sharp spikes that can stag on anything, or anyone. It's also making it difficult to get anything done regarding switching them back, because Mario's having a very hard time letting either of them out of his sight even for a second, because if he can't see them then he can't keep them safe.

But then you have Bowser in Mario's body, and I think he suddenly, inexplicably finds himself drawn to Peach and Luigi in ways he usually isn't. But instead of recognizing these feelings as love and devotion, it becomes an obsession towards them. Bowser being Bowser, reacts to these strong feelings with his own brand of maliciousness, acting on every human instinct he has when he's around them, because he, like Mario and his newfound rage, can't really control it (not that he even wants to, once he realizes what it can do).

To a degree, he's feeling the way Mario does about Peach and Luigi, but his mind has chosen to interpret it differently. He's not caring and protective of them, he's possessive. Where Mario feels a responsibility towards them, Bowser feels ownership.

With Peach especially, he suddenly has these overwhelming feelings of affection towards her that he somehow twists into something much more sinister and dangerous. He can't keep his hands off of her, can't stop trying to draw every kind of reaction he can from her. He becomes obsessed with having her attention on him in any way he can get it, because that suddenly feels good. Any time she's within his sight he basically pounces on her like she's prey, because she's suddenly the only thought on his mind.

He also finds out very quickly that he can get her attention by acting in... specific ways. He discovers that it's violating touches and suggestive whispers in her ear that bring out the biggest reactions, the most intense disgust and anger. And we've already established that he can't physically feel anything in Mario's body, so it's not as if he can just alleviate his urges through physical pleasure/sex. He's stuck in this weird mental arousal, obsessed with reaching some sort of climax but no real way to get it. He has to resort to insane levels of psychological warfare with her to satisfy whatever this is. I'm honestly not even sure what it might look like, but it's certainly not anything good.

And now you can also imagine that, with Bowser's obsessive behaviors towards Peach and Luigi, and with Mario's instinctual need to protect them at any cost, they're going to have one hell of a time trying to get them in a room together without one killing the other, or even hurting someone else (the poor princess or brother?) who might accidentally get in their way.

Ok so I was watching Brave earlier and I had ✨a thought✨

In the body swap AU what if being tapped in a monster’s body starts to have an effect on Mario where he slowly starts to lose himself to the monstrous urges? Like for a few seconds he’ll essentially ‘black out’ and become one with the beast he’s physically become, and overtime it starts to happen more frequently and he can’t control it no matter how hard he tries.

And when Peach and Luigi eventually rescue him, it happens again; His eyes change color and he starts to talk in low snarls and grunts. They’re both confused, but quickly figure out something’s not right, and they’re forced to back away as he starts to corner them with a menacing, animalistic glare. He raises the claws, but before he can attack he suddenly comes back to his senses. Realizing what he almost did, Mario profusely apologizes and explains that it’s been happening on and off for a while, feeling completely ashamed of himself despite knowing it’s not his fault.

Obviously I don’t expect this to actually happen (nor do I want it too cuz I would literally never recover lol) I just felt the need to participate in sharing ideas hehe

This had me pacing around and banging my fists on the table because YES. That's genius, omg!! 😱 What if the body they inhabit had a direct impact/influence on their psyche long-term? What if Bowser progressively assimilated human behavior while becoming more sophisticated, whereas Mario slowly felt his own mind begin to slip as the beastly side began to take over?

And for it to happen in front of Luigi and Peach too!.. 😭🙇‍♀️ Mario would be utterly mortified to be seen like this, poor dear. 😥 What if he ended up hurting one of them by accident?? It would be so scary for him to feel that shift and be unable to stop it. To slowly - but surely - start to lose the grasp he has on his own thoughts and actions. In a scenario like this one, I imagine that it would be a race against time. A rushed and desperate attempt to turn him back to normal before he forgets who he is entirely. 😣

I love mixing ideas and integrating concepts from different movies into this universe, and the premise for Brave fits perfectly in the body swap AU. 🎭💯 Thank you so much for sharing, dear!! 🙏💖

#headcanons #and now I *really* have the urge to write something from Bowser's perspective as he slowly loses himself in this weird obsession #but tbh it would probably be the most vile thing I'd ever written and idk if anyone needs or wants that 💀💀💀#and also I imagine Kamek in all of this constantly has to remind Bowser of the actual mission #that he's supposed to focus on taking of the mushroom kingdom #but Bowser keeps getting distracted by the people Mario cares about most #because he cares SO MUCH about them that it's an instinctual part of him #and more of an influence than Bowser can handle #body swap au

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gentrychild · 3 years ago

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Au where Izuku one day innocently visits his dad (AFO) in the Kamino bar, accidentally running into Tomura

I appreciate how you felt the need to clarify that Izuku's dad is AFO in this AU.

AFO spent years trying to kill Tomura's empathy and all this work is reduced to dust because of one small child looking for his dad. The fact that he found the bar is worrying enough but the next time they meet, after Kurogiri warped him back home, he is snooping around the noumu lab.

Tomura is 15 and just... desperate for this smol kid not to get turned into a noumu by a very zealous doctor. He also lies for the first time to Sensei when he asks if he has seen an adorable child running around.

He doesn't realize that the ten-year-old who keeps walking into death traps has switched goals. If the father cannot be found, a big brother figure will be acquired. Tomura is invited several times to the Midoriya house, none the wiser and just content to gorge himself on Inko's pastries.

Kurogiri and Tomura also have interesting ideas of how to deal with unfriendly classmates, aka blackmail, psychological warfare, and outright sending them terrorizing middle schoolers in the middle of the night.

They kinda manage to dance around the whole "real identity" thing until Izuku acquires a quirk when he is 14. Tomura assumes that AFO gave that quirk to his little brother figure and that Izuku was recruited as the UA traitor. There are several moments where Tomura and Izuku are talking but actually having completely different conversations.

#5 headcanons game

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niqhtlord01 · 4 years ago

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Humans are weird: Psychological Warfare (A continuation of Super Soldiers)

( Don’t forget to come see my on my new patreon and support me for early access to stories and personal story requests :D https://www.patreon.com/NiqhtLord ) (For those interested in learning about the events leading up to this please read the previous short story for this here: https://niqhtlord01.tumblr.com/post/188251556966/humans-are-weird-super-soldiers )

“This is enforcement team three, responding to request for assistance at broadcast building nine.”

The enforcer car sped through the well-lit streets like a blade of grass dancing in the wind; swerving between other vehicles and pedestrians almost as if it was liquid curving around a hard surface. The lights from virtual billboards lining the streets each casting another shade of color as enforcer Gavrin hung up his transponder as he rounded another corner and avoided a headlong collision with pedestrians.

“Will you slow down!?”

Gavrin was too focused on the road to respond to his partner’s pleas as they continued to speed towards broadcast building nine.

Jimble had his three hands pressed against the roof of the enforcer car for stability and shot another scornful glare at Gavrin.

“What the flartack has gotten into you, Gavrin?” Jimble said as they hit a speed bump and lurched through the air for a few moments before crashing down to the hard road again. “You’re going to get us both killed!”

“What was the request for assistance?” Gavrin calmly said as he continued weaving through the traffic. Jimble let go of the roof with one of his hands and scratched his head.

“The report said intruders had forced their way into the building.”

Gavrin nodded. “Something that big is going to be noticed by a lot of people, and I want them to know that I was there first.”

“If you were any more of a glory hound you’d be wearing a collar.” Jimble replied. He looked down at the navigation screen showing the layout of the city. “It should be just around this next corner on the right.”

As the enforcer car swung around the sharp corner Gavrin’s eyes went wide and he slammed on the stabilizer brakes. The car screeched and nearly flipped over as the momentum was suddenly killed before Gavrin grabbed Jimble and pulled him over to his side of the interior. The combined weight brought the car back down to the road before coming to a complete standstill.

Jimble lifted himself up slowly trying to regain his senses while Gavrin popped open the side door and stormed off. “No, no; I’m fine.” Jimble groaned as he blinked his eyes several times to clear them up. As he got a good look at his partner in front of the car he gasped.

Surrounding the entire street level entrance to broadcast building nine were several dozen military transports. Jimble looked to either side of the street and saw soldiers lining either side all with their weapons trained on the broadcast building.

“What the flartack is going on?”

As Jimble got out of the car he could see his partner arguing with two soldiers that had stepped forward and barred him from passing.

“Like flar I will!” Jimble heard his partner shout into the face of the nearest soldier.

“This area is restricted.” The same soldier continued as two additional soldiers broke away from covering the building to stand on either side of Gavrin. “Move along.”

Before Gavrin could let out another outburst Jimble stepped in.

“We are responding to a request from assistance filed from this broadcast building five chrono ticks ago.” Jimble said as he glanced between the visored helmets of the soldiers. Gavrin looked like he was about to shove his way passed the soldiers until Jimble put a hand on his shoulder and squeezed. He grunted for a moment before Jimble felt his partners muscles relax before Gavrin shook off his hand and went back to the enforcer car.

“And if I’m not mistaken,” Jimble said as he addressed the original soldier his partner had been shouting at “the military does not have jurisdiction outside of military installations and star ports; making this a de-facto enforcer matter.”

“This incident has been reviewed by city officials and was determined to fall under military jurisdiction.” a new voice cut in.

Both enforcers turned to see a sharply dressed military officer approach the group. With a wave of her hand the soldiers dispersed back to their positions leaving them alone.

“Since when?!” Gavrin nearly shouted as he smacked his hands against the hood of enforcer car.

“Since several highly ranked prisoners of war escaped a military base five days ago.” She turned and looked at the broadcast building and for a moment Gavrin could see what almost looked like fear cross her face.

“Why weren’t the enforcers informed of fugitives on the loose?” Gavrin pressed. “We could have found them far faster than you lot.”

“They are not normal fugitives.” was all she said before quickly raising a hand to her ear. She nodded a few times to herself before casting a look around the entire street.

She opened her mouth as if to give an order when an ear shattering static cut through not only her radio but Jimble and Gavrin’s radios as well.

“Good evening, fine citizens of Tivin.”

Jimble looked up to see the virtual ad long that had been for clothing change to static before displaying a new feed. It showed the interior of what appeared to be a broadcast room. There was a broadcast desk, a virtual backdrop of Tivin, and even the stations logo on the front. Yet behind the desk was someone Jimble had never expected to see.

A human…..

The human wore a makeshift cloak across his shoulders along with a bandana over his forehead keeping the strands of black hair out of his eyes.

“Cut the line!” Jimble and Gavrin tore their gaze away from the screen to see the officer shouting into her communicator. Whatever the response was it appeared to displease her as she turned to her waiting forces and shouted “Get in there now!”

The waiting squads of soldiers surged forwards, blowing the doors off the front entrance and rushing inside without a moment’s hesitation.

“My name is Joseph Maker,” the human continued drawing the attention of the trip remaining in the street, “and as you’ve no doubt noticed I’m very much human.”

Joseph waved a hand to something off screen and the camera panned around the room to reveal several other humans standing in the corner of the room. “As are my friends here.” Joseph continued as the camera spun back around to him.

“Your military was kind enough to invite us to your world for a little…chat..and afterwards we felt it only right to see this prime example of society we’ve heard so much about.”

Gavrin felt something strange and turned to see the building behind him. The virtual ad for some food parlor warped and displayed the same transmission of the human at the broadcast station. He watched as one by one the ads lining the streets all began to blink and switch to the same feed.

“They’re using the emergency broadcast system.”

His statement fell on deaf ears as sounds of weapons fire erupted from the broadcast building. Jimble and Gavrin both reached for their side arms and trained them on the entrance expecting something to come rushing out. The windows of the upper floors were flashing with the light of muzzle fire and grenades exploding, several of them shattering from the barrage raining broken glass down on to the below streets.

Gavrin looked up to see a soldier flung through one of the windows as if they were nothing but a rag doll. They screamed the entire way down falling through the air until impacting the ground with a disgusting wet flop of a sound.

“I’ve learned so much about your culture these last few days.” The human calling themselves Joseph continued. “For instance, your media appears to block any mention of the war effort what so ever.”

Joseph stood up and began walking across to the other side of the room and as the camera followed him Jimble and Gavrin let out a horrid gasp. Curled up in the corner was the broadcast stations staff, bound with cabling.

Joseph knelt down to one of them and removed their gag. “Tell me, mr…” he waited several seconds before his hostage caught on that he was waiting for him to respond. “Kavik.” They said as their voice reeked with fear. “Mr Kavik, thank you.” Joseph continued as he placed his arm around Kavik. “What do you know about the war between our two peoples; hmm?”

Kavik looked confused and scared, his mouth opening and closing as he tried to find the words. “That..” he began to speak, “that we are winning.”

To Gavrin’s surprise, rather than showing anger the human laughed and patted Kavik on the back.

“What a patriotic answer!” Joseph smiled as he continued patting Kavik on the back. “I’m sure it will be perfect on your tombstone.”

Before Kavik could react Joseph had grabbed his head with both hands and violently twisted. In an instant Kavik’s neck had snapped and his head was now facing the wrong direction on his body.

“Will someone kill this flartack feed!?” Jimble could hear the officer shouting again. “It’s going out planet wide!”

To Gavrin’s horror the humand did not stop at simply snapping the now dead broadcaster’s neck. They watched as the human continued to twist the head in circles until the skin began to rip and tear. As the camera continued to remain focused on the gruesome affair, Joseph slowly and deliberately continued twisting the head in circles until finally pulling it free from the body along with a portion of the spine.

“See what patriotism will get you kiddies?” Joseph still had a smile upon his face even as he casually held the severed head.

Jimble’s eyes were so transfixed by this act of barbarity unfolding before him that he didn’t feel Gavrin shaking him.

“Do you hear me? We need to get in there!”

Jimble looked down from the virtual displays and Gavrin saw nothing but fear in his partner’s eyes.

“Did you not just see the human rip a head off with their bare hands?!?!” Jimble was nearly hysterical now. His mind was not able to process what was happening before him. Before Gavrin could reason with him Joseph spoke again.

“You see, your people have a knack for invading other systems and either enslaving or eradicating species on flights of fancy.” Joseph let the head fall from his hand finally and just before it hit the ground kicked it with his right leg. The head simply turned into a shower of blood, bone, and bile before the camera; coating Joseph in a glazing of gore.

“Reading your records it’s been centuries since the last time one of your own worlds felt an enemy attack, so I imagine it’s given you this sense of security and superiority.”

Joseph looked down at his hands now for the first time and noticed they were covered in blood. He tried shaking them a few times but after that failed he walked back to the huddled hostages and wiped his hands on one of them.

“My friends and I thought that it would be most beneficial to reintroduce you to the horrors of war.”

The smile faded from Joseph’s face as one by one the other humans began to stand behind him.

“From this day forth, this planet will become a battlefield.”

“The safety and security you have lived with your entire life will now become a distant memory.”

“Your leaders will be hunted down and flayed one by one.”

“Your centers of industry and commerce destroyed beyond repair.”

“Your culture and history washed away in a tide of your own blood.”

“I promise you that for the atrocities you have carried out against my people you shall be shown no quarter, no mercy, and no forgiveness as we rage across this pathetic world like a hurricane of death and destruction.”

Jimble and Gavrin watched silently as the remaining hostages were brought before the camera. Each of them screaming into their gag as the humans slaughtered them like cattle, live for the entire world to see.

“War has been nothing but a game to you people, played out far from your homes and loved ones.”

The smile returned to Joseph’s face, but it lacked any semblance of warmth or kindness. It was a twisted smile, a smile of a predator looking down at his prey’s final moments.

“So now I want to ask you all, would you like to play a game?”

Roar of an explosion rocked the broadcast station building cutting the feed instantly. Jimble, Gavrin, and the officer dove for cover as debris began falling all around them. When the dust finally settled Gavrin looked upwards and saw the smoking remains of several destroyed floors.

“It’s about time.” The office said into her communicator as she straightened up. “Which team finally got the shot off?”

She waited for several seconds but no reply. “Repeat, which team took out the building?”

Yet again, silence.

“Will someone respond!?”

As Gavrin and Jimble both rose to their feet a strange thudding sound could be heard in the distance.

“What’s that sound?” Jimble queried. Gavrin listened closer to the thudding. “It almost sounds like-“

Another set of explosions rocked the street, this time from below the surface. In a flash of light Gavrin saw the officer thrown violently up into the air as the ground beneath her feet exploded upwards. He didn’t see where she landed as the explosions continued to ring out all around him.

When the explosions finally stopped Gavrin opened his eyes to a city of darkness. Every light save for the fires now burning brightly across the city streets were off. People in surrounding streets now ran to and fro in panic as if they had been consumed by madness.

“We need to contact headquarters.” He turned to see if Jimble was already up only to find his body limply hanging out from under a crushed piece of masonry.

“Well hello there, friend.”

Gavrin turned to see the speaker and froze.

Joseph was standing before him, casually standing in front of him with half his face burnt off. He could see strips of flesh burnt and charred hanging from him like bits of loose string, but even more surprising was the slowly growing blob of new skin that was already growing over the wounds.

Remembering his side arm Gavrin went for it but was too slow. In a flash Joseph had grabbed his hand by the wrist and clenched it so tight he severed it entirely.

Gavrin looked down at where his hand had once been and the bloody stump that now remained; a twisted mesh of blood and bile leaking from his wound like a waterfall. He looked up at his attacker to see the dozen or so humans that had been with him on the screen spreading out from the building. Some were equally singed while others appeared fine as day.

Several civilians saw them as well and let out a scream in horror. The humans began running and were on the in moments ripping them limb from limb.

It was chaos, pure chaos.

The last thing Gavrin remembered before passing out from blood loss was the crooked smile of Joseph as he looked down on him.

The crooked smile of a predator about to feed on a world driven to madness.

#HUMANS ARE WEIRD #humans are insane #humans are space orcs #humans are space oddities #scifi #story #super soldiers #psychological warfare

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gotta-pet-em-all · 4 months ago

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You are, actually. I'll point out where you went wrong so you can see.

See, this? This is an acceptable vaguepost. Nothing incriminating. Could be about anything. Could be about depression, could be about being a lesbian, could be about the ocean. but then.

This is where you start slipping up. You had a vaguepost that she could have seen and not suspected, but now you're destroying your own credibility because someone cornered you. Don't do this. Don't get sloppy.

And this is where things start spiraling downhill. Most liars get caught because they get defensive, miss Maria. The number one rule of lying is that you have nothing to hide, but they have everything to prove. *Don't lie for the sake of proving your innocence.* Lie for the sake of gaslighting your opponent into thinking their suspicions were unfounded, and furthermore, that they're the one being weird here. You have nothing to prove. They have everything. And the added picture here, the added detail? Makes it worse. You sound defensive, in this particular context.

Things that would have been acceptable:

"No, different ninetales who is probably a lesbian but can't admit it to herself. I don't miss those days." This one puts the conversation on a completely different track and is still plausible with the information given.

"No, you wouldn't know her, but she's having a difficult time. I might send chocolate to her." Not quite as good, but switches the conversation from interrogation to a discussion of concern for your hypothetical friend and gives you time to spin a better lie.

MA'AM. Props for knowing what genderfluidity is, but she's clearly suspicious. This is when you need to ramp up your game. You're not getting anywhere with lines like "And very sad." Fuck's sake, ma'am.

She's pulling the thread and citing your prior behavior. Look, at this point, you want to escape. CHANGE THE DAMN SUBJECT. If a pokemon is pulling the thread of your sweater, you give them a new toy so it doesn't unravel, and THEN you take the thread out of their claws and do damage control. Say something like "Dee showed it to me; it's on her phone, not mine" and then you place the blame on Ninetales for wanting you to perform the unweildly task of playing the game of telephone to check.

YOU ARE TEXTING ON YOUR POKEGEAR. IF YOU'RE IN SUCH A BAD SPOT, THEN JUST. STOP REPLYING AND PRETEND TO BE OFFLINE WHILE YOU ASK SOMEONE FOR ADVICE.

Anyways ask me anytime you need helpful advice on gaslighting and psychological warfare ^w^

For the record.

I am not that bad of a liar. Comparatively.

#//she is not okay and forgot that this is abnormal behavior.#//cult did a number on my girlie

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heartofspells · 2 years ago

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Hopefully I’ll write this one day, but for now, enjoy my various ramblings and musings on it (unless it annoys you, please tell me if this does). I can’t decide which would be better in Evil Me’s AU: Sirius moving into Slytherin’s dorms and attending all his classes with them but never officially joining their House, or Sirius’s family and friends making Sirius a complete exception and having him switch Houses. On one hand, I love everyone knowing Sirius is still a Gryffindor but he’s only wearing Slytherin robes and literally all his old stuff is still in his old dorm, it looks like he’s just stepped out for a minute rather than left entirely (nice psychological warfare against the Marauders, they’re permanently reminded of Sirius leaving every time they go to bed because all his old clothes are there, he only took his books and important items to Slytherin, his old sheets and clothing and some posters are still in Gryffindor), and he’s moved in with the Slytherins and spends all his time with the Slytherins, and when the staff tried to get Sirius to move back into Gryffindor tower, Regulus immediately owled his family and every adult Black came to the school; the staff never tried to get Sirius to leave Slytherin again, even though some of them keep hinting to Sirius about it, because nothing is worth dealing with the whole family, especially when they’re angry. On the other hand, it’s also great and hilarious to me that Sirius stays with Regulus for a bit and then his family just immediately starts arranging for the first ever House resort; they’re calling in favors, bribing when needed, terrifying some people, just to get Sirius where they feel he always should’ve been. Sirius leaves Gryffindor and goes to Slytherin, and his family is immediately moving mountains to make that permanent, they’re not passing this chance up

This will never annoy me. Please keep telling me all the details of this that pop into your head (even if sometimes it takes me a while to answer).

Personally, I like the psychological warfare against the Marauders, but I'm all about the psych of things. It's a nice little juxtaposition to everything else, and it just really grinds it all home to Sirius' friends that they shouldn't have been so quick to judge him (because he never judged them, did he? Remus with his lycanthropy and James as the spoiled only child of older parents. and maybe he ragged on Pete a bit, but that's just who Sirius was). The other side of things, with the Blacks swooping in to set things 'right' is hilarious, but that constant grief of the reminder that Sirius is gone and it's mostly their fault for driving him off is chef's kiss.

#sirius black #coercion in 28 #never left black #give me all the psychological warfare #give me the angst #anon asks #ask #answer #lovely anons

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ssa-ahotchner · 3 years ago

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“Roger Bravo 2-5, I read you Lima Charlie,” The radio operator said clearly, working the switches of the control center before him, “Prepping for your arrival in 1-5 Mikes, over.” Aaron stood in the back of the crowded tent that was serving as Victor 3-5′s command center. The heat was stifling-- everyone's’ uniforms were dark with sweat, and the smell alone was enough to make lesser men light headed. A four day beard clung to his face, several beads of sweat running down his temples and disappearing into the dark stubble. “All non-essential personnel-- out,” command the Lieutenant Colonel, his own forehead laden with his perspiration. “Gunny, alert the south gate that we’ll be receiving Bravo 2-5 in ten mikes.” “Aye sir,” Another man responded quickly, and soon the small tent housed two radio operators, three officers and Aaron. Somehow, the tent still seemed crowded as the 6 men stood amongst the various tables of equipment. “Agent Hotchner,” the Commanding Officer said shortly, addressing Aaron in a tone that clearly conveyed the lack of respect he’d intended it to. “It’s coming from over my head that you’re to lead the interrogation. I think it’s a fucked up call, but I have to follow orders.” Aaron’s dark eyes observed the man, dispassionate and cold. “You have 3 hours to crack him. If you can’t get the location of my men out of him by then, I’m sending in my own operatives. Rest assured, my methods won’t be as polite.” Aaron nodded in understanding. He hadn’t expected a warm welcome from the Marines, who were famous for their skepticism for psychological warfare, but 3 hours was a deadline he wasn’t sure he could meet. Stepping out of the tent, the blinding sunlight forced him to squint as he pulled his sunglasses down. He stood in the sand, taking in the bustling Marine Corps forward operating base, or FOB. Marines in desert cammies, flaks and kevlars ran in every direction to complete their assigned tasks. 3 hours. That was barely any time at all. He’d been told by General Garcia he’d have at least 12. Aaron pulled the satellite phone from his own flak, selecting one of the pre programmed numbers. As it began to ring, he pulled the antenna up and held it to his ear. “Jaycee, I need you to meet me at the interrogation room in five. They’ve captured the Asp and we have 3 hours to get the information out of him.” @jaycee-ray

#jaycee-ray

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hournites · 4 years ago

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still turn the switches on, just to see if it’s still gone

Stargirl fic

Warning: Blindness, Anxiety, Panic Attack

Summary: Being blind never really slowed Beth down after her accident. She had Chuck, who guided her through hallways and used the words her friends failed to find to describe what she was missing. And her voice, well that wasn’t gone. She could still talk and she could still listen and in fact, she never read social cues very well in the first place, so really when it came to talking people’s ears off things haven’t much changed.

~.~

Being blind never really slowed Beth down after her accident. She had Chuck, who guided her through hallways and used the words her friends failed to find to describe what she was missing. And her voice, well that wasn’t gone. She could still talk and she could still listen and in fact, she never read social cues very well in the first place, so really when it came to talking people’s ears off things haven’t much changed.

Her mother doted over her more, which was weird because before she was found in her own emergency room Beth swore she was trying to pull away. Her dad bought her a bookcase full of her favourite novels in braille, which was very thoughtful. Pat gifted her with Dr. Mcnider’s owl for companionship and defence during missions. Most kids at school seemed to at least try to help her out. There was no use denying the need for extra assistance. Trying to explain that her artificial intelligence sufficed well enough to adapt to a handicapped life thanks to her superheroing pursuits was hard to explain, not to mention dangerous (and owls were strictly prohibited therapy animals in the Blue Valley High handbook—She checked). So Beth often found herself smiling at those who brushed against her arm or told her what time a teacher’s office hours were, even so far as helping her pack her bag.

Unnecessary, maybe. But it was nice.

This was why when she reached into her backpack during lunch on her way from the test accommodations room, her heart dropped to her gut. Beth only felt crumpled papers, her two binders, and her pencil case. Struck with alarm, she called out his name but was met with silence. Awful, sickening silence and a draft from the half-opened window in the staircase.

Her goggles weren’t there.

“Chuck?”

Her fingers flexed against the line of her inner zipper hard enough to get a paper cut. Her phone was also missing. Her phone had Chuck programmed into its assistance system. Her phone and Chuck. Gone.

Someone stole him while she took her test. Someone who would know she was dependent on him. Someone who knew she was Dr. Mid-Nite. Someone who went to this school.

Shiv? Tigress?

Beth’s mind raced as she jutted out her hand towards the cold railing. It was so silent. Too silent. She needed to hear Chuck’s voice in her ear. That reassurance was the backbone of her strength and confidence and her eyes.

She never had to deal with quiet like this. She’d have her own thoughts probing the back of her mind while she daydreamed or took her tests. She’d have Chuck’s constant chattering and Hootie’s feather rustlings, Yolanda’s giggles, Court’s cheers, Pat’s comforting words. And maybe there’d be that part of herself that mourned what it was like not to need that: True friendship and belonging, the assurance of who and what made up her definition of home.

That chilling loneliness from those days before JSA was miserable in a matter of fact way, but Beth was used to it then, independent and resilient and unknowing anything better.

Abandoned here was reminiscent of that time exemplified. Back when she was loser Beth. Not blind Beth.

She loved JSA, she loved her friends, but sometimes she preferred the crippling isolation that came with that. The safety of before. But she had to remind herself it wasn’t safe. It wasn’t safe and it wasn’t healthy. Whether she had her sight or not, all of Blue Valley was in danger and would be brainwashed now if she hadn’t stepped up to help.

But not like this.

Her breathing grew ragged as she clutched the side of the wall, mind spiralling. She knew Blue Valley High. She knew this school. This was her school, this was her year’s wing and this was the C block stairwell. She had the entire building memorized before she ever needed to.

She couldn’t remember the number of steps. The number locked itself in the haze of her anxiety. It could be twelve or fifteen or sixteen or twenty-six. Or, there could be chocolate milk spilt in the middle for her to slip on and break her neck and Beth wouldn’t even know. If this was Cindy’s attempt at psychological warfare, it was working. She was immobilized, alone, afraid, and for the first time in too long, completely blind.

“Chuck?”

Why was she still calling out for him like a helpless child? He couldn’t help her. He wasn’t there.

Beth’s fingers shook as she felt along the dirty metal railing. She slid herself down, her back touching the wall. If Cindy was going to ambush her, she’d at least won’t make it too easy.

Two minutes morphed into five, then ten. Beth stayed in a fragile panic with her backpack clutched to her chest. Courtney was going to find her here dead because she was too afraid to walk down a flight of stairs. This was going to be by far the lamest death in JSA history and here she was, suppressing her hand over her mouth, still bawling her eyes out regardless of it.

The door from the bottom creaked open and Beth’s breathing ceased. The footsteps were slower but sounded heavy like the person was going up two at a time. Soon, two hands were on hers and she was throwing her arms around their neck, clinging tightly because she knew who they belonged to.

“Rick!”

“Beth? You weren’t answering your phone, Yolanda sent me out to find you. What happened?”

“Someone stole Chuck.”

He stilled, and she could feel through his thin shirt the way his heart sped against her ear.

“What?” His hand went straight to her hair, stroking it as his voice went harder. “Who the fuck would do that to you?”

She didn’t answer, sure that a handful of possible answers came to his mind.

“Why didn’t you come to find us?” he asked her a lot more softly.

It was hard to explain why Beth was paralyzed.

“I can’t,” she whimpered. “They took my phone. I got scared.”

Rick moved her back, pushing her from the edge of the top step. “I’ll carry you.”

“No!”

Rick paused just as the flat of his palms touched the underneath of her knees. He was going to carry her all the way to the cafeteria and everyone in the hall would stop and stare and whisper and Beth never cared about what people thought of her (she already knew—Chuck informed her weekly) but being carried around the school while clinging to Rick Tyler because she got disoriented would be the most mortifying experience of her existence.

The confusion in his voice was evident. And if she didn’t know better, she might’ve thought he felt hurt. “You don’t want me to—?”

Beth turned her head away. Of course, she wanted him to hold her again. Like she hadn’t dreamed of Hourman catching her over and over since that very first week over a year ago. She realized her fondness and interest in Rick’s friendship was less that of strong will and more of a swelling crush. That didn’t make it any less difficult to manage. She took a breath, chest still tight like half of the oxygen in her lungs had been swapped with something more noxious. This was starting to be too much.

The problem with Chuck was that she’d never really accepted being blind.

When her eyesight deteriorated after the accident, Beth had been in such deep denial she smiled and lied to her mother when asked if she felt okay enough to return to school, only to walk right into oncoming traffic. An older man yanked her by the arm of her backpack as two cars flew by fast enough to bring the rush of wind to her face. Rattled, Beth felt into her bag for Chuck, ignoring the swimming black spots in her vision. She’d rub her eyes with her fists too hard when she woke up that morning, she kept telling herself and refused to put Chuck away.

And then, when she had to confess those black spots weren’t going away, that they were only narrowing into her focal points and she tricked up her phone to get Chuck there too...That was it. She told the JSA that she was going blind after her doctor visit confirmed she was going to lose it all. They all burst into tears for her, but Beth didn’t, stuck in an accepting kind of numb.

The darkness snuck up on her like a shadow behind her back. Every blink and she wondered if it was the last one. It dragged on and her world got a little darker with every new day. Anxiety cracked at her spirit and broke her down, and she’d stay awake at night, staring up at her ceiling, practising for the familiarity of it without Chuck. Soon, she wished for it, begging the wait to be over.

Misery would not leave her until it did.

Beth could see in X-ray, infrared and pitch black when nobody else could. She used to tell herself that made her different. That she didn’t have it so bad. She knew everything there was to see, and with Hootie on her shoulder and the blackout bombs she deployed in battle, Chuck levelled the playing field. Maybe even tipped odds of success in her favour.

So really, maybe Beth had been living a disillusioned lie for the last few months.

She couldn’t be Dr. Mid-Nite all the time.

“I’ll do it myself,” she said, pushing a light hand against his chest. It was possible that her voice was trembling, and she didn’t sound all too sure, but that didn’t mean it wasn’t true. “I need to.”

Rick hesitated. “Beth, you’re shaking. I don’t think—”

“Please, Rick. They can take…” Her hands went to her face, wiping away her hot tears. He was right, she was shaking. “They can take my sight and my security and Chuck. But they can’t make me any less of who I am. I’ve walked down these stairs hundreds of times with sight and blindness. I can do this.” Her voice petered off, and she felt worried again at his silence. “Do you believe me?”

“I’m not the one that needs to believe it, Beth.”

Rick wasn’t the one doubting her. Her insecurities and self-doubt came from within. The words were harsh like a slap to her face, no matter how soft he uttered them. A cold reality check, but coming from his mouth, it was meaningful and not meant in any way to hurt her. Coming from Rick, it was different. And it was true.

He was a lot more clever than he let on.

She stared down where the grips on the bottom of her shoes teetered over the edge of the first step. Rick might’ve not been as close to her anymore but she knew he was hovering. It felt like a cliff or a massive waterfall. Her heart pounded like she was at the ledge of the world. She had to tell her brain to stop imagining those things. It only made it scarier. It’s like she said before. These were stairs. This was her cell block, the wing that led to the locker area. This was her school. It was familiar ground. She bit her lip, reining in the courage before it went away and held out her hand.

“Keep me steady?” Because the world could still turn at her anxiety’s whim. Or maybe she just wasn’t ready to let him go. Rick grasped her hand tight.

“How many stairs are there?”

“Twenty-three.”

Beth exhaled. Twenty-three. She could do that. Her other hand went to the railing, and she took her first blind step down. Her stomach swooped like the drop in an elevator. But then her foot hit solid ground.

That was it?

She stepped down again, and it was fine.

It was fine.

“There you go,” Rick encouraged her, squeezing her hand to let her know he was still there. “You don’t need me.”

She actually didn’t. Muscle memory and confidence guided her through, and eventually, on step thirteen, she let go.

When she reached the floor, a rush of pride flooded through her. She was perfectly fine. More than fine, she was great and not crying anymore. Whoever thought stealing Chuck would render her useless was in for a surprise because—

Beth spun around, realizing she had walked right on, pushed the door and made an angry beeline through the mercifully empty hall to get to the cafeteria, leaving Rick behind.

He grabbed her hand again after jogging after her.

“Hey!” he said, with a smile in his tone. “I didn’t mean that literally.”

Beth’s face heated up, mostly because she was acutely aware she was now clinging to his hand, deliberately locking their fingers together. “Sorry.” She wasn’t sure what she was apologizing for.

He brushed his thumb against her knuckles. He didn’t seem to mind. “It’s my fault. So who am I killing tonight?”

Beth scoffed. “You won’t kill anybody.”

“I might,” Rick muttered, tugging her quickly to the side, presumably so she wouldn’t step on something. She stumbled a bit, but only ended up bumping into Rick. Beth flushed and reoriented herself.

“Thanks,” she murmured, slowing her pace to be more careful. Then returned to the conversation. “You said you couldn’t.”

“Yeah,” Rick said. “...Well. Whoever the hell thought they could get away with stealing Chuck—”

“Someone stole Chuck?” Yolanda cried over the chattering of everyone else on lunch break.

Her shins hit the bench of the table. Beth put her hands out on the surface to climb in and Courtney immediately ended up at her side. Beth wrinkled her nose as bouncy curls flew into her face.

“Are you okay?”

“She is now,” Rick said, now sitting beside her. He touched her arm. “You are, right?”

“Yeah, I guess,” she answered quietly, indulging in leaning against him because he was using a soft, gentle voice that made her want to hug him forever. “I’m not freaking out anymore.” Beth lifted a reluctant shoulder and wiped at her wet face. “He’s still missing though.”

“It’s Cindy,” Courtney said, narrowing her eyes across the room.

“We don’t know that for sure.”

“No, I do,” said Court. “She’s staring at us right now.”

Rick’s warmth was gone in an instant.

“Wait—” Beth called after him just knowing he now had his hourglass. Her hand reached out to empty space.

“I’m knocking the bitch out. Court, let’s go.”

“On it!”

“You’re gonna beat her up in the middle of the caf?” Yolanda hissed at them to sit back down. “You can’t do that!”

But then Yolanda muttered something under her breath.

“What?” Beth asked when the rest went quiet, but she could sense the way all of her friends tensed up.

“She has the goggles Beth,” Court said. “She’s taunting us with them right now.”

“Really?”

“Yeah,” Yolanda said tersely. It was obvious she also was exhausted by Cindy.

“Okay.” Beth stood up. “Bring me over so I don’t trip on a wet brown napkin or something.”

“You want to go over there?!?”

“Yes,” Beth snapped with a hard glare. It probably wasn’t aimed at the right spot but that didn’t mean it wasn’t fierce. “She wanted to scare me? She did. But Cindy has been cruel for so long and I’m not giving her the satisfaction of—” She balled her hands into fists and took a long slow breath to calm down. She hadn’t realized she was almost yelling.

She released them after a moment and dropped her hands back to her sides. Beth was seething mad, that was for sure, but if she didn’t get her anger in check her plan would be no better than Courtney and Rick’s. “—I’m getting Chuck back so hurry up and get me there before I lose my nerve.”

Nobody said anything.

“Now,” she clipped.

“I—”

They realized she meant business and they all scrambled to catch up with her, realizing she wasn’t going to wait.

The three surrounded her like bodyguards. Her arm linked with Rick’s and Yolanda’s hand was on her back, guiding her to the popular table.

Beth touched her hair briefly and stiffened her spine. She didn’t know what she was going to say, but trusted herself enough to improv once she got there.

When Yolanda removed her hand, Beth knew they were in front of Cindy, Jenny and her other group of mean girls. She let go of Rick, choosing to fold her arms over her chest instead.

“What are you staring at, Beth?” Cindy drawled at her. There was a pause and she tittered. “Oh wait—”

The table straight up laughed.

“Burman!” Rick barked.

Courtney stepped up too, but both Yolanda and Beth blocked her with a warning hand.

“Hey,” Beth said coolly, with an eerie collectedness she didn’t even know she had. “I came to have a chat with you.”

“Oh, she wants to talk? That’s cute.”

“Thank you,” she said sarcastically, sailing over the condescension.

“Clearly you’re too naive and didn’t get the hint. I don’t want to talk to you. Get lost.”

Beth leaned in so close, she could hear the clinging of Shiv’s earrings. She felt movement, but she picked up on her intuition and honestly shocked herself by snatching Cindy’s bare wrist.

Cindy went still.

The worst part is that Beth knew what was underneath the soft skin and thousand dollar bangle bracelet. Cindy could so easily eject her knife and blade. She could stab Beth right through if she wanted. She’d done so to her dad in the basement of the tunnels.

But Beth wasn’t afraid.

“I don’t need to see you to know you’re smirking at me like this is the funniest thing you’ve ever done. I don’t need my eyes to know the way you were just leaning against your hand, wearing your Ralph Lauren polo shirt with one of your ridiculous berets and my visual aid dangling off the other hand like some next-season must-have accessory that you want because it’s something you can’t have.”

Beth dug her nails into Cindy’s skin. It’s not like it would scar. She continued, acutely aware of the way so much of the room seemed to have gone silent. If half the school hears her go off on Cindy Burman, maybe a few of the kids too terrified to stand up to anyone bullying them could learn a thing or two as well.

“But let me tell you something, Cindy. You can’t have it. I can’t see without them. I’m blind.”

“I know,” Cindy gritted out through her teeth.

“Yeah, I’m blind,” Beth raised her voice, just a little. “And so are you. Except you and I? We’re nothing alike. I lost my sight because of an accident, but you are blind and ignorant and grossly egocentric. And you did that to yourself. So take my phone out of your purse before I let Rick rip it from you, give me my goggles, and leave me the hell alone.”

Cindy dropped the goggles onto the floor, expecting the lenses to shatter.

They don’t.

~.~

“Rick?”

After Cindy dropped Chuck, Rick took her phone back as Yolanda ripped her a new one about being creepy with her phone theft habit, emboldened by Beth’s speech. The four left the cafeteria after, all wanting to leave, wishing the lunch period to be over with.

“Yeah?”

“Thanks for holding my hand.”

He stopped walking, so Beth stopped walking. His hand in hers gave a light squeeze. Which was nice, because it meant he hadn’t let go since she put Chuck back on and blinked back at him after a shy glance, so relieved to see the outlines of his face again in any way she’s given.

“Whatever you need.”

She believed him, sure enough. Beth sighed as they walked through the hall. Courtney and Yolanda were behind them, talking about something Beth couldn’t care enough to listen to.

“Then...I need a cane. My dad bought one a while ago but I’ve left it in my room because I didn’t want it.”

“But…” He frowned at her, sounding confused. “You got Chuck back. You don’t need the cane now.”

Beth sighed. “Except, I do. I’m legally blind, Rick.”

“Yeah, but Beth—”

She shrugged her shoulders and bit her lower lip. “It’s true. I need to learn to live as I am. Not what I wish I could be.”

“You are Dr. Mid-Nite.”

“I know that,” she promised softly, patting his arm. “But I’m Beth Chapel, too. I can’t be afraid of being me.”

#stargirl #beth chapel #hournite #blind beth #angst #hournites fic #rick tyler

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trainsinanime · 4 years ago

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As I grow older and look back at the years of my life, I’m starting to realise and understand things about it that I saw differently back then. In particular:

Terminator: The Sarah Connor Chronicles wasn’t actually that good.

This is probably not that big a revelation overall. It got cancelled after two seasons, there doesn’t seem to be a huge fandom around, and any and all Terminator movies afterwards completely ignored it. Still, there are some factors hiding it. Terminator SCC is easily better than any of the movies that came after it, and is easily the best thing where a Game of Thrones queen plays Sarah Connor.

But to be clear: Daenerys Connor, first of her name, queen of the robots and the time travel, was easily the best part of that movie, and I refuse to rank her against brillant but very different Sarah Lannister.

This is actually the main point in favour of Terminator SCC: It had absolutely amazing casting. Lena Heady, Thomas Dekker, Brian Green, Garret Dillahunt and Shirley Manson all play their roles beautifully, full of charisma, and you always know there’s more hiding beneath the surface than they let on - yet when it comes out, it still surprises you. And of course, Summer Glau, she who holds the show together single-handedly at times.

It cannot be overstated how amazing Cameron (the Terminator in this show, played by Summer Glau) is. Sometimes she seems like a mindless killing machine; sometimes she seems like the „robot is learning to be human“ trope; but she’s clearly neither. She is her own unique form of intellect who works completely differently from the humans around her, which causes all sorts of friction, but also allows her to relate to humans incredibly well at times. It’s always fascinating to watch her, what she does next, and why (and whether she herself understands why). There are certainly uses of this character that are a bit questionable, most notably any times they go for „sexy“, but as a concept, Cameron is just amazing and I refuse to hear any arguments to the contrary.

The charisma of this cast alone is often carrying the show alone, and it’s amazing to watch. Sadly, they often have to. The show does have its great ideas, and I will forever love its season one finale. Sure, you might say that anything is epic if you play American Recordings-era Johnny Cash over it (and then blow up Summer Glau), and that’s probably true, but it’s also true that most shows don’t even try. But when it comes to overall plot, the show is just lacking.

The show came out in 2008, at a time when everybody was trying to be both the next Lost and the grown-up version of Buffy the Vampire Slayer, and like a lot of shows of that era, you see it trying to be these things but not quite clicking.

The show tries for monster of the week, which is good enough, but doesn’t really tell character arcs as well as Buffy did. And it tries for big-picture mystery and philosophising, much like Lost, but unlike Lost, it’s bad at hiding that its creators don’t really have a clue where this story is going. So we spend a lot of episodes doing essentially nothing. Sending the characters to a therapist could be a good idea, but the show doesn’t really commit to it. Sending the characters to a sleep clinic is just bizarre. The great overarching plot is at first to stop Skynet, but that’s not particularly interesting. Instead in season 2, it tries to be about psychological effects of the constant warfare, and of how humans and machines might coexist, which is much more interesting, but the show doesn’t really commit to these bites until the very end, when, of course, it got cancelled. There are a lot of great story ideas and great individual stories, almost all of them centered around Cameron, but it doesn’t really go anywhere. She gets hints of an arc, but a lot of the times she also seems to be a walking JJ Abrams Mystery Box, full of secrets that the show tells us are intriguing, but without any follow-through.

(We also need to acknowledge that many of its best ideas are lifted directly either from Terminator 2, or from the deleted scenes of Terminator 2. There’s nothing wrong with stealing from a great movie, but if your show is really just that, but longer, with lower budget, and without the satisfying narrative arcs for its characters, that’s an issue.)

Going back to the show’s contemporaries, the obvious comparison is Dollhouse, which also got completely lost between its plot-of-the-week and overarching plot. It barely managed to find its feet in season two, when the writers realised that the weird post-apocalyptic bonus episode they made because the DVD department of their studio forced them to, was in fact the only good episode. Another point of comparison that was much stronger was Heroes, which largely ditched the monster of the week and fully committed to the long-running storylines.

(Oh god, I just compared Heroes positively to something. Guys, if you weren’t there, you won’t believe how much the sci-fi fandom world improved when we all switched from Heroes to new Doctor Who. You may have complained about Superwholock, but at least we were finally rid of Sylar.)

I still think that thanks to its excellent cast, Terminator SCC was a much stronger show than it had any right to be, and if the stars had aligned just a tiny bit differently and it had been allowed to fully commit to long-running stories, it might have been truly amazing. But at the end of the day, it just never really managed to find much of a core until it was too late.

If you’re interested, it’s currently streaming… nowhere, at least in Germany. If you know me personally, I guess I can lend you the DVDs? Either way, I think season 1, which got cut short due to the writer’s strike, is pretty good. Season 2 is where all the show’s flaws really come to light, even though it also has all the best episodes.

#terminator scc #terminator the sarah connor chronicles

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catatonicengineers · 5 years ago

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A Defense of Cait Sith

Plushie Princess Saga:

A Hundred Ways to Put the WRO Back Together

A Hundred Ways to Wreck Shinra HQ

Reeve’s Adventures in Babysitting and World Saving:

And Take a Stand at Shinra

While There’s Still Time

On Plushies and Oppenheimer:

A Defense of Cait Sith

“We knew the world would not be the same. A few people laughed, a few people cried. Most people were silent.” - J. Robert Oppenheimer

I was eight-years-old when I played Final Fantasy VII for the first time, exactly one year after its release. Like many 90’s gamers, FFVII was a turning point into the world of RPG’s from which I’ve yet to recover. Kids today will never understand the coming of age that occurred somewhere between Yoshi’s Island and grappling with the ethos of Avalanche blowing Sector 1’s reactor sky high. It’s no surprise that my 3rdgrade brain found an essence of familiarity to cling to amid the existential dread and ecoterrorism that was the greatest game ever made.

Cait Sith was the cute, cuddly party member that validated my love of cats and ignited my adoration for moogles. I would relentlessly make room for him in my party, despite his terrible combat stats, and hurl endless Phoenix Downs every time he fell.

He was quirky, he fought with a megaphone, his limit breaks were oddly sparse compared to the rest of the cast, and his home base of Gold Saucer looked like a unicorn threw up all over a casino. What’s not to love?

According to recent Reddit threads, Youtube comments, and rage bloggers, apparently a lot.

The advent of the long awaited FFVII remake rightfully caused a massive revival of the excitement first felt by long time fans of the franchise. The release date has been confirmed for March 3, 2020 – two days before my 30thbirthday. Not gonna lie; feels like the universe aligned to bless the official passing of my youth with this nostalgia bomb.

It’s with this love of all things FFVII in mind that I’d like to formally pose a defense of the game’s most hated character.

Cait Sith/Reeve, this one’s for you.

The Laughter

We first meet the lively, dancing robo-moogle and cat combo in Gold Saucer and we’re not quite sure if this strange entity should count as one party member or two. Either way, he joins your crew as the quintessential comic relief with nary a backstory in sight. That’s right; you are now the proud owner of Cait Sith. A “fortune teller” by trade, Cait Sith’s motivations remain as murky as your party’s future.

At first glance, it’s easy to pass Cait Sith off as a filler character, the cute one added for giggles. The one the writers never bothered to flesh out because, let’s face it, that moogle is mostly fluff anyway. The “most useless character” title isn’t entirely unjustified.

If this was where Cait Sith’s story ended.

I still remember the day my older brother announced that he’d read ahead in the player’s guide (this used to be a thing, kids) and discovered Cait Sith was a Shinra spy. I’m pretty sure I went through all the stages of grief before settling on denial and assuming he was playing a joke on me. Surely, my favorite slot machine loving companion couldn’t be a traitor.

Enter Reeve Tuesti, the man behind the moogle. He’s the head of Urban Development at Shinra Electric Power Company. He wears a signature blue suit to work everyday. He hates board meetings. He’s not fond of his coworkers. Like Tifa, he’s an introvert. And he’s the guy who engineered the Mako reactors.

If Hojo is Dr. Frankenstein, Reeve is Oppenheimer. The tragedy of the monsters we create is always greater when it’s a monster we loved. Where the other Shinra execs are motivated by greed, power, and a desire to play God, Reeve is the only Shinra higher up we encounter with genuine empathy and a sense of advocacy for the people. It’s easy to assume that Mako reactors would improve lives, but as Marlene so eloquently asks, “isn’t that because we were taking away from the planet’s life?”

When faced with the guilt of a design gone horribly wrong, those in authority have two choices; own the guilt or double down. And Reeve doubles down.

I’ve never been a fan of the way modern RPG’s have everything clearly spelled out and spoon fed to the gamer. The reason we don’t need further backstory for Reeve is because his character arc is already apparent if we do a bit of digging. I was surprised to learn that the common conjecture behind the exact mechanics of Cait Sith involved him being a remote controlled, autonomous but non-sentient robot. Given that assumption, it’s fair to say that Cait Sith is a worthless character who lacks emotion or consequence.

One opinion I’ve seen trending is why not simply make Reeve join the party, sans the giant stuffed animal? After all, we’d get to see how he grapples with his role in Shinra and eventual betrayal of Avalanche.

Two words; cognitive dissonance. You have to question what kind of 35-year-old executive creates a plushie cat proxy to begin with. See I’ve never thought of Reeve and Cait Sith as separate. The gritty psychological mechanics that are Reeve have always been there, plush or human. Reeve has developed an alter that’s effectively a form of escape. The assertion that Cait Sith lacks consequence isn’t false – a robot carries out its duty, incapable of harboring guilt, blame, or moral repercussion. That’s a pretty darn good way to remain detached enough to stab your party members in the back!

Cait Sith is also an outlet for everything Reeve’s repressed executive life lacks. As Cait Sith, he’s silly and carefree, though not completely unfamiliar. Glimpses of Cait Sith’s witty quips are echoed in Reeve’s mock nicknames for his colleagues – “Kyahaha” and “Gyahaha” respectively. When life is tough to take, we laugh so we don’t scream.

Plus, the idea of Reeve controlling Cait Sith in real time, much like an MMORPG avatar, is just plain hilarious. I’ve always imagined him as the kind of guy who rolls up to his 9-5 office job, pops open a spreadsheet to look busy, and boots up Cait Sith in the other tab. He’s the OG Aggretsuko, the guy making Jim Halpert faces at the camera every Shinra board meeting.

And I get you, Reeve. Really, I do.

The Tears

Cait Sith’s sacrifice was a cop out for killing off a real character. Why didn’t Reeve just die instead of the plushie?

First of all, how dare you.

Second, not all deaths need be literal.

A pervading theme throughout FFVII is the concept of identity. Are we born into an existence we have no control over or can we choose who we are day by day? It’s easy to want to be someone else, the First Class Soldier who sweeps in, keeps his promise, and saves the girl. Our reality is often less of a fairy tale and riddled with our own failures.

By the time the party reaches The Temple of the Ancients, the line where Cait Sith ends and Reeve begins is blurring. Reeve speaks more often as “himself” through the plushie and the nuances in their speech and mannerism are blending. It’s no accident that this shift happens as Reeve becomes more at ease around Avalanche, ultimately switching sides.

I’ve heard a lot of criticism on the seeming lack of motivation to Reeve’s redemption. If we examine the cognitive dissonance theory that governs his character, the switch is far less sudden.

Cait Sith’s death is necessitated by Reeve’s accountability. The innocent plushie alter isn’t working anymore. It’s not enough to keep him from recognizing the horrors he’s been complicit to. Sacrificing this part of himself is the ultimate acknowledgment of culpability. It’s arguably a more important death than if Reeve actually martyred himself. Like Cloud, he no longer needs to be “someone else” and has started down the path of doing what only he, and not Cait Sith, can; stopping Shinra.

There will be more wonderful, fluffy moogle-cat plushies, but the need to disassociate completely is gone. He’ll confront whatever comes without a crutch – or in this case a teddy bear. Reeve reminisces that the original doll was “special” and we end with Cait Sith reminding him(self) not to forget this.

The Silence

In 1953, J. Robert Oppenheimer was denied all security clearance and effectively blacklisted by the McCarthy administration for his strong opposition to nuclear warfare.

Sometimes we find ourselves in a place we never hoped or expected to be in, surrounded by people we despise, and convinced the world is going straight to heck. We can either get out of dodge or stay.

If Reeve had indeed sacrificed himself rather than Cait Sith, this would simply have been yet another escape. He stays. He works. He gets Marlene and Elmyra out of Midgar. He spies on Shinra. He finally tells Gyahaha to stick it. He goes on to head the WRO and never stops advocating for the people.

Reeve’s not a fighter. He can barely get by with a handgun in Dirge of Cerberus and Cait Sith’s megaphone is no Masamune. Despite this, he takes a big risk by being the only insider on the team. We’re pretty sure Shinra doesn’t share Reeve’s opposition to capital punishment either.

Maybe this is why I’ve always loved Cait Sith/Reeve. I’m intrigued to see if Square Enix will add any further insight into our favorite plush moogle-cat-spy, but if they don’t, that’s alright too. Cait Sith is still a pretty solid character. After my brother spoiled one of the game’s major plot twists for me, I ended up reading the player’s guide for myself. And he was right. But he was also wrong. I recall marching proudly into the living room to declare that while yes, Cait Sith was a traitor, he was also a hero.

So fight your fight. Fail and fall. Hurl some Phoenix Downs and get right back up again.

#ffvii #ff7 #reeve tuesti #shinra #cait sith #.txt

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