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wickedsrest-rp · 2 months ago

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Exorcisms & Seances

Mediums and exorcists don’t only see ghosts – they have a number of rituals that can draw them in, commune with them, and even force them to move on or be expelled from a host. These rituals are known as seances and exorcisms, though different cultures or families may refer to them by different names. It’s not uncommon for mediums who choose not to become exorcists to spend their time perfecting seance rituals, while exorcists dive headfirst into the exorcisms and tend to leave the seances to the more experienced mediums. Both types of rituals serve different purposes, and though one might suppose exorcisms are the dangerous sort, seances are far from risk-free.

The most commonly practiced rituals historically stemmed from the Roman Empire, hence the prevalence of Latin for chants. In pop culture, it’s common for Christianity to be invoked. However, these rituals can be found in nearly any ancient language if one knows where to look, and they span across cultures, religions, and times, resulting in a wide variety of ways to conduct an exorcism or seance. Mediums and exorcists draw their power for rituals from the ghost or demon they're exorcising, making their powers different from magic spellcasters use. This means that when handling a powerful ghost, their own power grows for the ritual and short period afterward. This can allow exorcists to go toe-to-toe with the nastiest of ghosts and demons, but the power can “overload” them as well, causing catastrophe. In this state, a medium might experience a range of things from being disoriented and confused to having their spirit severed from their body making them a strong host for possession.

GENERAL TECHNIQUES:

Focal Point: A focal point can be any object that a medium or exorcist feels personally connected to. The deeper the connection, the more effective the focal point is. Mediums may employ focal points to further amplify their skills and improve their concentration, whereas those conducting exorcisms find them to be a necessary and grounding part of the ritual – if they wish to improve their odds of surviving.

Anti-Possession Wards: Exorcists and mediums can both make anti-possession charms. These are usually small ritual bags or objects that will make it more difficult for the holders/wearers of them to be possessed. All wards have their limitations – some may only function for a certain amount of time around a ghost, others may need to be recharged somehow, and others might have a drawback for the user.

Spectral Sight: Mediums and exorcists are sometimes trained in short rituals that allow for those not otherwise able to see ghosts to see them for a short amount of time. This is limited to the area around the medium or exorcist. This isn’t consequence-free – those who use this to see ghosts often find their vision is in some way abnormal for the following few days, such as double or flipped vision.

EXORCISMS

Exorcisms have a few primary uses – they can force lingering spirits to move on, they can destroy the very essence of poltergeists or demons, and they can remove ghosts or demons from the hosts they are inhabiting. Most commonly used exorcisms have been well-established for centuries. These ancient words carry the power to cast out, banish, harm, or even destroy various ghosts and demons. However, very experienced exorcists who have an extensive knowledge of the language of choice can combine rituals or create new ones to combat whatever they happen to be up against.

EXORCISM TECHNIQUES:

Removal: This type of ritual is meant to force a ghost or demon out of the host. There are a number of variations on the typical removal incantation, though all achieve the same ends if done correctly. Removal incantations can be altered or made more specific to deal with a particular kind of spirit or demon, which doesn’t respond to the typical ritual. This can only be done through chant and exorcism – salt or iron alone won’t do it. The stronger the poltergeist and longer the possession, the more involved the ritual is.

Banishment: Very similar to removals, with the added power of forcing the ghost or demon away from the immediate area and keeping it from returning. Most banishments require more than just an incantation to focus the exorcist’s power. A common addition is a chalk circle drawn out on the floor, which the spirit or demon must be lured into. These circles can also be made with salt, ink, or blood.

Harm: Harm incantations are meant to inflict pain on the target and are typically used in conjunction with a banishment or destruction ritual. They are meant to be a last resort, but they are at times necessary if the target is too powerful to successfully exorcise without further exhausting it. A successful harm incantation can completely immobilize a ghost or demon for several minutes, but exorcists can be completely drained and vulnerable afterward.

Destruction/Execution: These rituals are meant to completely destroy a spirit or demon, leaving no trace of them behind. Most exorcists have a few memorized, and they tend to require the most focus and energy. Some may necessitate another exorcist joining in or something else to focus their power.

SEANCES

Mediums are the masters of seances, and they use them to draw ghosts to a certain location, connect with them on a higher level, forge pacts with them, or help them move on from the earthly plane. Rituals may differ from medium to medium, but most involve chalk circles drawn around the area of the ritual. Chances of success may be improved by using objects tied to the individual ghost that is being brought forth. In the case of mediums who might do seances in exchange for some money, these objects are often provided by the family of the deceased. While seances come with inherently less risk than exorcisms due to primarily dealing with ghosts and not poltergeists, they’re not risk-free, and some ghosts can be tricky even if they’re not poltergeists.

SEANCE TECHNIQUES:

Pacts: Mediums may conduct seances to create pacts with spirits. By forming a pact, the medium may then have a ghost who acts as their protector or may otherwise help them. In return, the spirit receives protection from progressing into a poltergeist, or another kind of spectral favor. These pacts are not bound by words in the way deals with demons or fae may be, but rather are forged by the strength of the seance itself, as well as the medium’s power. As such, the more pacts a medium forms with more ghosts, the more likely it will come at a cost – such as decreasing their lifespan or making them physically weaker.

Departure: Mediums are capable of drawing in ghosts who are not able to move on by themselves with a seance and conducting a simple departure ritual, which are chants to help spirits move on. Because these are relatively simple to do, they’re often the first rituals that mediums become comfortable with. Departure rituals are easier to do when the ghost is willing.

Tether: By forging a spiritual connection between a ghost and a specific object or place, mediums can tether the two together. This keeps a ghost confined to one small area, which can have many uses. Once a tether is placed, the only way to untether the ghost is to do an additional ritual, or exorcise it.

LIMITS & RISKS:

Any exorcism or seance is only as powerful as the exorcist or medium. The stronger a spirit or a demon is, the stronger the ritual needs to be to deal with them or summon them to a location. An exorcist’s or medium’s power is in their words and willpower, so if they misspeak or stop mid-incantation, their target can easily break free and attack, or in the case of a seance, fail to be summoned at all. As exorcists are only human, they are very susceptible to injuries mid-exorcism, which leads to a fairly short lifespan for most. While seances are safer than exorcisms, ghosts may not like being summoned and may not want to work with the medium; others may be straight up malicious and wish to cause harm even if they are not (yet) a poltergeist.

There are also a number of risks for the host. Removals of typical ghosts tend to inflict the least amount of harm, if any at all. Removing a poltergeist or a demon can do far more significant damage depending on how reluctant they are to relinquish their host. Though they are generally only performed once the spirit or demon has left the host, harm and execution rituals can be used while someone is possessed and often do a severe amount of damage to the host as well, sometimes destroying them right alongside the intended target.

Some of the toughest exorcisms involve demons, particularly powerful, greater demons which require the use of their true name to exorcise. Their true name can be difficult to find, as they go by many aliases, but it’s the key to being able to free their vessels. Lesser demons and monsters have no such requirement but are often more challenging than ghosts.

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unclenegan · 3 months ago

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i’ve been doing a lot of character building recently & i’ve finally settled on something more solid for the supernatural case of lucille winchester: as we know, when lucille first got possessed? — negan couldn’t put her down. "that is how i was weak." it isn’t until the season two finale that her story comes to an end. loyal to azazel, the demon ( now referring to themselves as cece ) was present at the graveyard when dean, sam, negan and bobby arrived. they’re there to serve as a distraction and it works, because negan can’t take his eyes off his former wife.

a fight ensues as the devil’s gate opens a doorway to hell around them. the demon cruelly taunts negan that anything he does to them, he’s also doing to the woman he loves. negan, a part of him still desperate to believe he can save lucille, gets close enough to wrap his arms around them from behind. he presses an anti-possession talisman hard against lucille’s chest and it burns. her screams are torture, but it works. not enough to exorcise the demon. just enough to trap them while another savior bellows out the appropriate incantation.

"it’s okay, baby, it’s gonna be okay. we’re gonna get this thing outta you and then, i’m gonna put you on my motorcycle. take you wherever you want to go," negan reassures lucille. she hears him, the talisman holding back her demon invader. "negan, stop. i’m already gone." they fight. she wants him to let her go, knowing the only reason she’s still alive is because of the possession. without it, she’ll waste away. the illness had already won long before any demon. "it’s time for you to go on without me." they share a moment. she makes him promise not to try and bring her back [...] and then, he lets her go, because she asked him to. in a brief moment of lingering consciousness, lucille throws herself into the devil’s gate, dragging both her soul & the monster that possessed her to hell. if she’s going down, they’re both going down. that is her legacy.

#I FEAR THIS IS SOOO CINEMATIC OF ME ACTUALLY #out of character. ⸻ headcanon.#i Much prefer this to what i had before #out of character. ⸻ canon arc.

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aylacavebear · 1 year ago

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Dimensional Shift - Chapter 7 S4E3-6

Story Summary: Maria was just a regular girl, worked at a gas station, wrote fanfic, and loved Supernatural. She even created her own supernatural creature for her writings. When the aurora borealis comes to Sioux Falls, South Dakota, one Halloween night, everything changes for her in ways she never expected. Will she be able to navigate this new world she's thrown into?

Word Count: 3688

Please don't take my work. I'll post warnings for each chapter. Will eventually be 18+!

Warnings: Angst, some Fluff/Comfort, Alcoholism.

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(Sep. 20/08 - Oct. 28/08)

Maria stayed out of the next case, knowing that this would be when Castiel would come to Dean in his dreams and then send him back in time to see what happened between his mother and the yellow-eyed demon Azazel.

After which Dean would be confronting Sam about being on demon blood and working with Ruby. Then they’d have a Rurguru case, which was when Sam would choose to stop drinking the demon blood all on his own. She also had no desire to watch Dean flirt shamelessly with the waitress when they’d deal with the shapeshifter at the Oktoberfest.

She told the boys to be safe and that they could handle it, but if they needed anything, she and Bobby were there and only a phone call away. After the boys left, Maria filled Bobby in, swearing him to secrecy because, in her words, “This needed to happen a specific way.” Bobby wasn’t happy about it, but he agreed.

“Kid, they should know more than what you’ve told ‘em,” Bobby sighed after she explained some things.

“I can’t risk changing too much, though. I know they both miss her, and I don’t know another way to bring her back,” Maria practically mumbled.

“But do they really need to go through all that crap?” he asked, not completely sure how it all fit together.

She sighed, staring at the coffee table, “Over the time that passes, the two of them learn things on their own and it helps their bond eventually get stronger. Those two would do anything for each other. Even Cas ends up being family, but he does some stupid shit too.”

Bobby sipped his whiskey as he eyed Maria momentarily, concern etched into the lines of his weathered face, “How are you holding up?”

She shifted in her seat, her gaze flickering to the floor before meeting Bobby’s eyes, “Honestly, it’s both weird and cool, being here. I fell in love with all of the show's characters. It’s why I wrote fanfic. I just never thought I’d actually end up here,” she chuckled dryly, a hint of vulnerability in her voice.

He leaned back in his chair, studying her with a mix of sympathy and understanding, “Just know, I still see you like my daughter. You can talk to me about anything,” he tried to reassure her.

“I know, and I appreciate it. I just don’t know how to act around the boys sometimes,” Maria sighed.

Bobby chuckled, “Well, the you from here has had a crush on Dean since she was about thirteen. Swore me to secrecy back then. I’m gonna guess you probably have more than a crush.”

Her cheeks warmed as a deep blush appeared, and she was thankful neither of the brothers was there, “Yeah, that would go over really well. The girl from another dimension is in love with what used to be a fictional character in her world,” she said fairly sarcastically, then sighed and looked back down at the table. “He’d laugh at me.”

Bobby sighed, not quite sure how to say what he was thinking about, “You could always just be blunt about it. Don’t live with regrets, kid.”

She knew exactly what he meant. Bobby had regrets, most of them having to do with his deceased wife and choosing never to have kids himself. He’d broken her heart and then had to kill her three days later due to her getting possessed by a demon. She debated telling him he should get an anti-possession tattoo, but that would have changed far too much.

“Dean isn’t the kind to settle down, Bobby. He likes his “freedom”,” she replied, rolling her eyes and putting the word freedom in air quotes.

He eyed you for a minute before he continued, “He may be an idjit, but he has a good heart. I think he might surprise you if you were honest with him.” After sipping his whiskey, he realized something, “Is that why you didn’t go with them?”

She shifted in her seat uncomfortably, avoiding eye contact with him, “You try to watch someone you love flirt with every girl but you. Can we talk about something else, please?”

Bobby sighed, deciding he’d try to figure out a way to help her, but kept that to himself for now. “Then, while you’re here and not on a case with those two, you’ll train. That way, I don’t have to worry ‘bout you so much when you do go out with them.”

“Thanks,” she replied, giving him a thankful smile.

During that month, she spent a lot of time practicing movements, using her Touched abilities to get the hang of them better. It was the training she needed to reacquaint herself with what the character from her fanfic had been doing since her powers manifested. One thing she was having the hardest time with was feeling so alone.

She was a fangirl and had been for over a year, and now she was in her favorite show with a fictional character she’d gone and fallen in love with. She also figured this entire situation had to be weird for all three of them.

When she slept, memories of “her past here” played through her mind, and she began missing the man who was her father here. She also got memories of the times she had hung out with the brothers, Bobby, and even with John.

Bobby made sure to reacquaint her with how to shoot a gun. Her body knew what it was doing, but she had to grasp the feeling of it when she pulled the trigger. Each gun felt different. She didn’t want to be afraid of them, so she managed to stay serious while Bobby taught her.

Castiel couldn’t infiltrate Maria’s dreams due to her being a Touched and having the protection of Bastet by a birthmark or, more, a brand of a small, one-inch black cat mark on the back of her left shoulder. Most monsters couldn’t use their energy powers on her due to that. It did depend on how powerful they were. Of course, she wasn’t invulnerable.

When Dean got Ghost Sickness, Sam called Bobby in for some help, so Maria tagged along. She stayed in the motel room with Dean while Bobby went to help Sam. Dean didn’t have long left, a couple of hours if he was lucky, and the hallucinations were bad at this point. Maria did her best to keep him distracted but couldn’t when the sheriff showed up, worse off than Dean was.

Maria’s blood could only heal so much, and this was not one of those things. Even though she tried, cutting her finger and dripping blood into Dean’s wound that he had scratched into his arm, sadly, it had no effect. All she could do was hold him as he held his chest, gripping where his heart was. She knew he wasn’t meant to die here, but being a part of this was hard for her, far harder than watching it on the show.

“Bobby and Sam will fix this, I promise,” she tried to tell him, even if he was in too much pain to hear her.

Then, out of the blue, he was fine, and Maria let out a sigh of relief. The blood she had dripped into his wound now healed his injuries fairly quickly. Dean looked up at her, slightly confused as to why she was holding him. He got to his feet and then helped Maria to hers.

“Thanks for trying at least,” he told her with that smile smirk of his.

“What kind of friend would I be if I didn’t at least try?” she replied, smiling more with one side of her lips than the other, not quite a smirk though.

This was the first time the two of them had been alone since she had arrived in their world. Dean was relaxed as he headed over to the fridge, grabbing himself a beer and chuckling slightly. Maria, on the other hand, felt nervous and anxious around him. Keeping her composure took quite a lot, but Dean noticed the smile she couldn’t completely hide, as well as the emotions in her eyes.

“Well, I appreciate it,” he finally told her before he took a drink.

She fidgeted with the hem of her shirt as she went over and sat on the edge of the bed. Her nerves felt as though they were on edge. Maria knew there was more to Dean than just his outer appearance. But dear God, that outer appearance was something she’d fantasized over on numerous occasions.

He was the epitome of rugged charm. With broad shoulders and a sturdy build, he exuded an aura of strength and confidence that drew people in effortlessly. Along his chiseled jawline was two-day-old scruff since he hadn’t bothered to shave, accentuating his rugged good looks. Then, there were his piercing green eyes. They held a hint of mischief, always ready with a smirk or a cocky grin that sent hearts racing.

Dean had the most expressive eyebrows that could convey a range of emotions, from determination to vulnerability. He moved with a relaxed, self-assured swagger, every step exuding a magnetic charisma that made it impossible not to be captivated by. From his leather jacket from his father to the worn-out boots, he was the embodiment of any girl's wet dream.

“Want a beer, Sweetheart,” he asked, that damned smirk plastered on his lips again.

“I’d say sure, but beer doesn’t do anything. It’d kinda be a waste to drink it,” she chuckled, hoping he hadn’t noticed the blush that had crept into her cheeks. She also hoped he hadn’t caught her staring at him, again.

He chuckled, “I’d offer you whiskey, but I don’t have any here. We can get some at the store down the block if you want.”

She tilted her head slightly, wondering if he had something else on his mind, but was too nervous to ask at the moment. “It’s okay. I’m pretty sure Bobby and Sam will be back soon.”

Dean leaned against the counter, sipping his beer, occasionally looking over at her, but hadn’t said anything. She could tell he was in his head, lost in his thoughts while still paying attention to everything. It was moments like this that his personality captivated her. He had the kindest heart and the sharpest tongue that cut with a pain that was capable of pushing someone away forever. Just as their eyes locked, Sam walked through the motel room door.

“You two okay?” he asked, concerned for his brother still.

“Yup. Hunky-dory,” Dean replied, sporting that playful smirk of his again.

Then, the three of them drove back out to the factory. Maria had been lost in her thoughts on the drive. Dean kept glancing at her in the rearview mirror, which his brother did notice, but neither of them said anything to her. They met back up with Bobby, and after Dean parked, he pulled four beers out of the green cooler, but Bobby declined. Maria leaned on the trunk of the Impala, thinking about the events that were about to play out soon when Sam pulled her from her thoughts.

“So, Maria, you comin' with us, or heading back with Bobby?” Sam asked, glancing over at her.

“I could do either, but it’d probably be more fun going with the two of you,” she chuckled playfully.

Dean raised an eyebrow, as did Bobby, “Bobby can’t be that boring,” Dean stated, that smile smirk on his face again, which made Maria roll her eyes, but in a playful way.

“Well, if I’m gonna be here, in this world, I might as well get to hunting,” she told him.

The week she’d spent at Bobby’s while Dean and Sam were working out their issues, she had begun practicing with her abilities, feeling how her body had moved. It was almost muscle memory for her, which she found only slightly odd.

She had also been having more dreams that consisted of memories of her life in this world, things that her character may have dreamt about in her fanfic. Maria was done questioning going back or even attempting to find a way back.

She’d already decided she was going to stay, and no one was going to change her mind on the matter. This whole thing reminded her of a few different anime shows she had watched where a player got sucked into the game they had been playing.

Maria’s words made Dean chuckle, “Alright, Sweetheart, but you’re in the back seat.”

She rolled her eyes before grabbing her bag from Bobby’s back seat and putting it in the Impala’s trunk. Then she hugged Bobby, promising to check in with him while she was out with the boys. Maria had gotten better about Dean’s scent not affecting her as badly as it had in the beginning.

Her main reason for going with them was because she wanted to see the angels, knowing they were going to show up. She’d already told Bobby about the seals that were being broken, telling him what books were going to be the most helpful. Maria had also gotten more confident over that week, smiling as she walked over to Dean and Sam.

“Ready when you two are,” she told them with a smile before climbing in the back seat of the Impala, getting comfortable in the middle.

Dean, Sam, and Bobby looked at each other, all exchanging looks while signing to each other.

Bobby: Keep an eye on her. I don’t know if she’s really ready for this yet.

Sam: We will, and we know. She seems eager, though.

Bobby: She’s been training the whole time the two of you were gone.

Dean: Really?

Bobby: Yeah, really. Just watch her. I worry.

Dean: She’s family Bobby, and our old Maria was a damn good hunter. We’ll keep an eye on her, we promise.

Sam: Yeah, Bobby, we promise.

They said their farewells before Bobby got in his car and drove off. Sam and Dean exchanged another look before they got in the Impala. She knew they had just over a week before Sam would find the next case. This was one of those timeframes the show hadn’t added for the fans to watch. She was curious as to what the two would end up doing.

She stared out the window at first, just watching the scenery pass by while Dean drove. Her mind wandered again, thinking about the future events and how pissed he was going to end up being with her.

“So, since you know the future, Sweetheart, what’s our next case?” Dean teased her playfully, glancing at her in the rearview mirror.

Maria rolled her eyes, “You’ve got roughly ten days before the next one comes up.”

“Didn’t answer my question,” he sighed.

She clenched her jaw, still looking out the window, “It’s in Red Wing, Minnesota, okay? But nothing is gonna show up for a case till around the twenty-ninth.”

Sometimes, she hated her memory. She’d done so much research in her world on locations that weren’t easily found when it came to towns that weren’t listed on regular fan sites. This had been one of those that took far more research than she was willing to admit, putting together bits and pieces of information and asking numerous other fans on several chat sites.

“See, that wasn’t so hard, was it?” Dean smirked, feeling accomplished that he got something out of her.

“So, what are we gonna do for just over a week?” Sam thought out loud.

They normally didn’t have time to themselves, and now they knew they had a week off of hunting monsters or dealing with a case. Maria was pretty sure what Dean would want to do, and she didn’t want to think about it.

“Well, I say we go find a nice small town near there, get a couple motel rooms, and relax,” Dean said happily.

As long as my room is on the other side of the building entirely, Maria thought to herself.

“Sure. It’s been a long while since we’ve had time to relax and do nothing,” Sam chuckled, looking forward to it now, too.

The drive wasn’t horribly long, just under half a day, but they got in sometime near three in the morning. When the brothers went in to get a couple of rooms, she followed them after grabbing her bag. Dean wanted her room next to theirs, but she asked for one as far away from theirs as possible, making sure it had two beds. She had a feeling Sam wasn’t going to want to spend much time in the room with Dean or would end up getting kicked out due to Dean needing some private time.

“What was that all about, Sweetheart?” Dean asked, trying to catch up with her, “Don’t want to share a room with me now?”

She rolled her eyes, “I know what “relaxing” means to you, and I’d prefer not to hear it.”

He smirked, which Sam saw, and he shook his head, knowing his brother was an idiot, having no clue why she really didn’t want to be near his room.

“Oh, and Sam, you’re welcome to bunk in my room, when Dean picks brings a chick back,” she added, making her way to her room on the far side of the motel building.

“Thanks,” Sam chuckled as he and Dean headed to their room.

Maria locked her door behind her before tossing her bag on the bed, grabbing some fresh clothes, and taking a shower. It wasn’t the best water pressure, but it did the job. She threw her hair up in a ponytail and went to the closest corner store, purchasing five bottles of whiskey. Her excuse to the cashier was that she was hosting a party, which he bought.

She hadn’t planned on drinking that night. She just wanted it on hand for the next day. So, when she got back, she tucked it away and out of sight, then crawled into bed. Her dreams were again of memories of this world and her character's past, things she’d never added to her fanfic.

It was a long week for her, and she mostly hid from Dean more than anything. Sam spent several nights out of the week in her room on the other bed, as Dean had done exactly what she knew he would.

“How long are you gonna not tell him how you feel?” Sam asked on the next to last day.

“He’d laugh at me, Sam. I mean, seriously. A girl from a world where he’s just a fictional character, and my dumb ass had to go and fall in love with him,” she retorted with a humorless chuckle.

“He might take it as a compliment?” he replied, raising an eyebrow

“He’s also not the settling down type. He likes his freedom. Then there's the way he always worries about losing those he cares about most. That somehow being close to him puts them in danger,” she sighed, then groaned, “He’s so stupid in that though. Any person he’s helped is in danger if a monster wanted to get to him.”

“Looks like you know him pretty well,” Sam chuckled, realizing that just because she looked like “their” Maria, she was very different, in all the best ways.

She rubbed her face with her hands, mildly frustrated, “He’d think it was creepy. I could probably tell him what he was thinking most of the time.”

“Not sure I’d want to know what he was thinking most of the time,” he laughed.

“Sometimes I wish I didn’t know,” she sighed.

The alcohol was long gone at this point, and she knew they’d be heading out the following day for the next case. She again offered the other bed to Sam for the night in case Dean picked up yet another girl at the bar he’d been spending far too much time in, at least in her opinion. He did take her up on that offer when he saw Dean’s car gone, yet again, around dinner time.

Maria and Sam had pizza for dinner while watching a movie when they heard the Impala pull up at the motel. She didn’t even need to look out the window to know he had another girl with him. She could hear the woman giggling after the car doors closed.

“You’re only torturing yourself,” Sam sighed, hating seeing her sad like she was now.

“Not like I can just turn off my hearing,” she grumbled, turning up the TV.

She barely slept that night, unable to get him out of her head, so the following day, she looked as tired as she felt when she and Sam joined Dean at the Impala. Dean just watched her, attempting to read her expression, body language, and what she wasn’t saying.

“Never saw you at the bar. You into Sam now?” Dean asked, leaning against the driver’s door.

“He’s like a brother to me, and I’m not into family like that,” she snapped, not looking at him.

“Geeze, Sweetheart. Sounds like you just need to get laid,” he teased.

“Dude? Seriously?” Sam questioned him from the opposite side of the car.

“What?” he asked, acting innocent before sliding into the driver’s seat.

Maria ignored him on the drive, sitting behind Sam and keeping her gaze out the window. She was still fighting with herself on how to handle future events and deal with the man she loved, having no clue how she felt toward him. Knowing him the way she did, she knew how he was going to react to numerous things, especially since if she shared the information, he’d stop it. Her only thought was that she wanted the brothers to have their mom in their life again, and one family dinner that they never got. The one day where their dad got pulled from the past, but that was a great many years from now.

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scharfkugel · 2 years ago

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Things that I like about Arcana Heart

Seeing discussion of any sort about Arcana Heart these days is extremely rare, particularly discussion that focuses on the cool/good things the series does.

Which is exactly why, now that I’ve been playing AH a lot with a friend recently, I’d like to make this post talking about all the cool stuff I really like about this game! (Read more incoming because I’m gonna ramble)

Character designs

If you know anything about AH already, you probably know there’s a lot of real ‘misses’ when it comes to the character designs. If you don’t know what I mean, take a look at the whole roster and then you will. But those aside, here are the ones I really like!

Lieselotte Achenbach

A contract assassin on a quest to find her lost sister. She carries a suitcase that holds a possessed puppet with the memories and personality of her real sister.

Fiona Mayfield

A maid with a massive sword, massive gauntlets, and massive sabatons (not pictured). One unfortunate day, she became trapped in the realm of elementals and now only exists as a spirit in the real world. She’s trying to recover her true body and return to her friends.

Yoriko Yasuzumi

A normally shy and quiet girl who is overly-interested in the occult, she summoned the self-proclaimed ‘Demon Lord’ Michelangelo through an accident and now has to put up with his constant bickering and arguing that frequently gets the two of them into trouble.

Eko

A young girl with brilliant powers that let her bring anything she draws to life. She likes to play with her protective “brother”, and favourite drawing, Kazu.

The system mechanics are unlike anything else

AH uses the standard anime fighter A/B/C buttons set-up for attacks, but with two more unique buttons: Homing and Arcana (D and E). When choosing a character, you can then choose from a large list of various Arcanas that act somewhat like ‘assists’ in other fighting games do. Not only do they give you access to assist specials, they change the passive abilities of your character and change the properties of your E attacks (life drain, unblockable, projectile invuln, etc.) The amount of combinations given the huge roster is absolutely staggering and different combos can feel like playing a whole new character.

The homing button lets you fly into the air and start homing straight onto the enemy’s position like a missile. Different directions change your trajectory and timing, meaning the game is hugely focused around tech-chasing, mid-air fighting, and a powerful game of anti-airs and air unblockables. The vertical screen space in AH is absolutely staggeringly high to allow for all of this.

The uniqueness of character kits is absolutely bizarre

A lot of people say that games like Blazblue and Guilty Gear have such incredibly varied and unique kits that characters can feel like they’re playing different games to each other. AH is very much like this; it has some of the craziest kits I have ever seen a fighting game.

See above: Yoriko Yasuzumi has a move that has you input a pentagram on your stick which causes Michelangelo to cast a buff.

Angelia has a charge move that has you hold down any button, A/B/C, in order to start charging it. The longer you charge it, the better it gets. How long, you ask? To reach level 5, the strongest version of this move, you must charge the special for nearly the entire round. It then becomes a 12,000 damage unblockable drop kick.

I could go on for much longer with many more examples, but the game not being afraid to put absolutely insane mechanics in is exactly what makes learning AH so crazy and interesting.

So in short!

AH is crazy to learn, crazy to play, and I feel like I have a newfound appreciation for it after having given it a real shot with a friend. This isn’t a post recommending or telling you to play Arcana Heart, but if does so happen to do that, then go for it. Just keep in mind there’s no rollback netcode!

#arcana heart #my posts #my three favourite characters to play are kira eko and nazuna

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papirouge · 1 year ago

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My faith based opinions that would have be arrested by chronically online christian bloggers are that you can be feminist and be a christian, that Christ wanted women to follow him and women have always worked outside of the home and it wasn’t unbiblical. That being a pro life feminist means that we ensure the safety of women and children. That also, if your “godly” husband thinks that you dying in childbirth or from any complications in your pregnancy is something he is ok with - you need to leave him. He is demonically possessed. Demonic possession isn’t always like in the movies, you have to listen and trust god when he is guiding you and telling you to be safe ie, our gift of fear. Also christian women need to stop consuming the content from this new wave of neo trad girls when all do is say they’re anti feminists and have a mostly male audience. It’s not spiritually enriching or productive. Our faith is not a trend. It used to be edgy “anti sjw atheists” making this content, now it’s “new age traditional conservatives” using our faith as an aesthetic. It’s false and it will change again to something else.

I think I’m just talking from experience because my little sister is consuming this type of content. She changed from the ‘anti feminist anti sjw atheist’ to a ‘crystal healing reiki student using astrology and essential oils for any injury’ to finally, the ‘anti women’s rights trad wife’ despite not even having a boyfriend. I’m engaged but I’ve gotten a lot of hurtful things told to me by for wearing pants and having a job. I really hope one day she sees that all these people she watches and follows online are either grifting for money or so chronically online that they’re mentally ill and aren’t participating in society. But having a relationship with God is eternal, it will never change because he will never change.

Yeah I never understood why Christians where so defensive against "Christian feminist" but had no issue with "Christian nationalists". I mean if you think feminism has no basis on the Bible because women have to be submissive, so does nationalism because we Christians are supposed to claim only one nation that is the kingdom of God. Same for the Christian conservatives who will mock queer/LGBT Christians over the fact that homosexuality is a sin and them making a whole personality/pride around their identity, when their are themselves building their entire personality around hating the self and entertaining a whole load of sin (violence, constantly cussing people, picking fights, etc.)

There was an AITA with a woman asking if she was the asshole for shutting down her husband to have a delivery at home and without painkillers just bc his mom & sisters did it. He argued it was the only for them to "respect her" I-

Maybe it's just me but I don't consider those trad pickme as actually Christian?? like to me, they are comedians larping as Christians. They are the Christianese washed version of the girl boss. There's nothing "soft Christian girl uwu" in putting out whole videos every day. That stuff is A LOT of work and logistics. What they won't tell you is that they also have a team (editing, copywriting, social media managers, etc) which doesn't fit with the "I don't want to join the workd force and stay at home all day uwu" narrative. Just bc you're not in an office doesn't mean you're not working nor help the corporate world running - especially by hiring people. As someone who's doing vlog on the low, unless filming /editing it all day, it's impossible to regularly update video (~weekly basis) without having a team. And since those women braf about taking care of their house and child this is unlikely they are in fact filming & editing all their videos by themselves.

IDK most of those girls come off as highkey deceptive, bored and just want to flex their lavish lifestyle. In a society when accesss to work is a privilege, not having to even work seems like a luxury. Those chicks are capitalizing off of it.

That being said, I love the irony of those "anti female rights" girls. They've been to school (isn't there a middle aged trad guru who tells girl to not pursue university when she herself has a PhD? 💀), most likely own a bank account, opened their social account without asking for any male permission, wear make up..... but they will swear up and down that females rights and feminism is pointless.... Yeaaah.

I'm 100% convinced most of the girls looking up this content will grow out of this phase though. That's why I'm not too bothered by that. This trend is just the natural consequences of the millenial #girlboss thing - the girls just want to rest for a while lol You can be that in ~10 years, the pendulum will come back in, and a whole new generation of girls who had witnessed the fall from grace of these trad redpill pickme (divorced, single mother, DV, etc.) will revive the girlboss thing as a defiance to the system responsible of that situation ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯

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https://www.tumblr.com/papimatthews34/777875427268149248/do-you-have-any-tea-on-tage-thompson-and-rachel

Tage thompson is SUPER SUPER hardcore right wing Christian I don’t think it would be a stretch to call him a Christian nationalist, he is so far down the pipeline it’s pretty concerning. He’s more extreme than some of the pretty hard-core Maga guys in the league . He follows Trump of course, a lot of right wing podcasts who are “anti-woke” and all that other bullshit think Charlie Kirk and guys like him.

He’s posted a couple things now and again on his stories, some weird really hard-core evangelical videos from these crazy preachers about Easter stuff like that I’m pretty sure he posted Trump winning and maybe the assassination I don’t regularly check his account but it does occasionally make the rounds on sqbres Twitter.

I think this is one of the reasons why he didn’t get the captaincy and they gave it too Dahlin instead he’s just a tad too extreme to be given that role and him being made captain would add an extra level of scrutiny on him.

The thing is, he is generally well liked by the team and some of them more “ liberal” members ( well Reagan could be considered more liberal than him so take it with a grain of salt) he goes on holiday with them so I think he’s able to hide behind that.

He also is involved with that Christian hockey association or group. I can’t remember what they are called. He shared his. “ testimony” on their Insta or website which in itself isn’t bad, but the fact that most players who associated with that account are hard-core maga.

His wife, Rachel is in appearance more “ liberal” than him she still very much Christian and evangelical but she doesn’t follow Trump and only really follows kind of right wing is Christian but not too far down the extreme she gives me really love the sinner, not the sin the same vibes or that kind of thing. I would like her more if she wasn’t married to him. I really do think your partner reflects your own political views because I would never be able to ignore someone who has beliefs so extreme and harmful. She also has queer or more left-wing friends. She’s participated in a couple bachelorette parties for women who involved in black lives matter of protests and have pronouns in bio. I know it seems stupid but like why the fuck is she married to him?

Anyway, they got engaged straight out of college and she is now continuously popping children out, honestly they never gave me quiver full for anti-birth control vibes. But she is not catching a break in terms of pregnancy.

Honestly, I kind of feel bad for her but not too much because she is still married to him, she did nursing in college and seemed pretty passionate about that then stopped all of it as soon as she got married. I wouldn’t be surprised if he was one of those guys who is like a woman’s places in the home or that kind of bullshit.

Buffalo in general is an interesting team on the hard-core evangelical side of things because Owen power’s fiance is an absolutely crazy conspiracy nuts she’s like 22 Canadian a hard-core Trump supporter follows accounts that are flat earth denial and climate change deniers , demonic possession and lizard people are in control of the government that also prone the Earth is the centre of the universe theory which is something I haven’t heard of being in since the 16th century. t’s interesting because the loads of rumours that he has continuously cheated on her I’m surprised that she got that ring so early, it’s definitely giving shut up ring but she is also tolerated by the other wag so it’s interesting.

Sorry for the rambling nobody ever talks about Buffalo anymore and it’s kind of my niche. I find them to be a really interesting team.

#t.thompson

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RULES.

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— CANON DIVERGENT. Sam's bi here. He, also, carries highly subject to addictive behaviors like any recovering addict. Demon blood will always be a weakness in the pit of his stomach. It is always in his veins (it's in his DNA at this point) and can be sensed by those sensitive to demon blooded beings. Approach me with any questions on this! Or if you wanna plot on it! As the years go by, his blood drinking improves greatly but tendencies are there and may be used against him. He can and may slip back into his addiction. Addiction is an ugly monster and Sam's never been taught proper coping techniques. He learns them himself. Sometimes they fail. His visions, while he learns to cope better, still exist and drown out the real world on depending on the subject. He is prone to migraines and nightmares. Sam, eventually, gets several tattoos other than his anti-possession symbol. He does dabble in the pot (gasp!) now and then. As well as, more often in much later years, can partake in more than a few alcoholic beverages as an escape mechanism. Something he picked up from Dean though no where near as close to Dean in terms of alcoholism.

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RULES.

— PRIVATE / MUTUALS ONLY / DNI. Please feel free to approach! Homophobic, transphobic, racist, Trump/Putin supporting, hating people based on their religious beliefs, what they write between two adult characters and generally crappy shit like that isn’t welcome on my dash!

— CANON DIVERGENT. Sam's bi here. He, also, still carries some highly subject to addictive behaviors like any recovering addict. Demon blood will always be a weakness in the pit of his stomach. As the years go by, this improves greatly but tendencies are there and may be used against him. It's in his DNA at this point. His visions, while he learns to cope better, still exist and still drown out the real world on depending on the subject matter. He is prone to migraines and nightmares. Sam, eventually, gets several tattoos other than his anti-possession symbol. He does dabble in the pot (gasp!) now and then. As well as, more often in much later years, can partake in more than a few alcoholic beverages as an escape mechanism. Something he picked up from Dean though no where near as close to Dean in terms of alcoholism.

— FOLLOWING. Give me a little bit to check out your blog if you follow. I like to know your rules out of respect! If I’m following, I want to interact.

— GRAPHICS. Icon template / promos / banners / theme are exclusively for this blog by calisources. DO NOT STEAL! Icons made by me. Capped by homeofthenutty

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Breaking Bread: Mark 9:23 🥖

“Jesus said to the father, “Why did you say “if You can’? All things are possible for the one who believes.” - NLT

Glory be to God, that He receives all the praise and acknowledgment. I am a mere human who is a vessel used to do the Will of the Lord God, Jesus Christ. He who lives within us is greater than the one who lives in the world; help us Lord to forgive so that on the final day, we may be forgiven as well, may all our petitions be well received before the Lord!

Why was it hard for this man to believe that Jesus could heal his son?

Reading Mark 9:16-17, we see that Jesus is speaking to scribes who have no faith, and later on in the main verse we see that the father asks Him to help him with his unbelief.

“Jesus asked the experts in Moses’ Teachings, “what are you arguing about with them?” 17 ”A man in the crowd answered, “Teacher, I brought You my son. He is possessed by a spirit that won’t let him talk.” Mark 9:16-17 GW

Someone who has just came from the world into wanting to know more of the Lord and has been convicted by the Truth knows that wanting to be right with Jesus would be to just believe in Him, I remember reading a few days ago that only believing in Him and knowing your sins were forgiven sound beautiful to be true. But then we see that IN James 2:19 it states, “You believe that God is one. Good! Even the demons believe--and they shudder.” So believing isn’t going to allow us to see the difference; in James 2:17, “In the same way, faith by itself, if it is not accompanied by action, is dead.”. So it’s not that you only have to believe but to show the actions tying it with believing.

This Scripture shows us that following the law of your flesh (thinking you’re doing just fine on your own), or living outside the Son of God (Moses’ Teachings), doesn’t have anything to do with faith; on contrary it’s anti-faith.

Kids who trust in Jesus (when no one is pushing them against Him) easily trust and believe in Him, there’s a saying that people say about children, that they are closer to Jesus because they recently came from heaven so a part of their spirit is connected to heaven still. When Jesus compares a child’s faith to a grown “faith”, He states that the kingdom of Heaven belong to children, why? Because they believe. Our faith must be like of a child, one of the most beautiful things about Jesus is that, He mentioned the most delicate and innocent beings to make an analogy of how to get into His Kingdom.

“Jesus said, “If? There are no ‘ifs’ among believers. Anything can happen.” - MSG

Something to take notice of is that the man tells Jesus to help him with his unbelief, he believes but needs help with his unbelief.

Both in the strong dictionary go to the same thing, believe (G4100) meaning to have faith; unbelief (G570) “faithfulessness, that is, (negatively) disbelief (want of Christian faith), or (positively) unfaithfulness (disobedience): -unbelief.”

Notice how disobedience is under the definition of unbelief, this man was disobedient to the Lord in believing in His Son because he was used to what the law of Moses taught, scribes were people who were copyists, they would write down the law (OT), in Galatians, Paul mentions that where the law was there was no faith and if the law had stayed faith wouldn’t be needed, considering Jesus came when He was needed a new fruit was being born, the fruit of Faith.

In Mark 9:23, Jesus says, “if You can?”

If (G1487) CONNECTION OR COMPOSITION WITH OTHER PARTICLES, (G1489)

G1489 - From G1487 and G1065: if indeed, seeing that, unless, (with negative) otherwise: -if (so be that, yet).

If is connected as negative, when you think about it, without faith you can’t please the Lord.

Looking into the G1065 ��A primary particle of emphasis or qualification (often used with other particles prefixed): -and besides, doubtless, at least, yet.”

This man was so used to living by the letter and not faith, this is why he told Jesus to help him with his unbelief, because he understood that without faith the work of the Lord can’t be done, he understood that the only way the demon would leave his son alone would be with faith.

Hebrews 11:1, “Now faith is confidence in what we hope for and assurance about what we do not see.” NIV

PRAYER:

Father Lord, I thank you for this breaking of the Bread, blessed is Your name, Your kingdom come, give us our daily bread, forgive us of our sins as we have forgiven those who have sinned against us, deliver us from temptation; may you believe help me with my unbelief, I want to believe that you will complete the things I put my hope for, may Your Will be done, not mines. You who are the author of Faith, may you instill within me more Faith because without Faith I cannot please You. Please fill me up with Your Holy Spirit and help me to be patient and persevere in all times wherever I lack. Thank You Lord for everything that you’ve done in my life that I don’t acknowledge from the smallest action to the biggest action.

In the powerful name of Jesus Christ, I pray, Amen.

Next time you have doubt, the first thing you ought to do is pray to the Lord to help with unbelief. These are often attacks from the enemy but also attacks from our flesh because we want something right away. Remember hearing the Word gives us faith, we need to ask Him to give us more in order for us to give Him what He deserves.

#jesusislord #jesusisthewaythetruthandthelife #jesusitrustinyou #faith in jesus #jesusisgod #christianity #jesus christ #jesus is the way #king of kings

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So Much For Stardust Chapter Five

Major Trigger warning: Self harm, implied grooming, suicide attempt, parental abuse, psych ward themes, demonic possession, a really long chapter (not as long as the original draft because I didn’t kill Scalesy. I decided not to do that because he’s cute.), gore, drugs and alcohol, and lots of lore. I’d be surprised if Tumblr doesn’t mature rate this like it did to like two of my chapters. Enough rambling.

Kenz’s POV:

Blood. Blood as far as the eye could see. Blood in puddles. Blood in clumps. Torn skin smushed into the formerly clean white walls. Clots of blood staining the anti-suffocation sheets and blankets. The metallic acrid tangy smell. The dark crimson red. The sticky feel. The sharp irony taste. It’s everywhere. It’s all over the bed. All over the walls. Bloody triangles painted all with one eye. Right beside me was the razor my roommate had snuck in. She’s in a padded room now, pumped up with booty juice.

I twitched in my bed, waking up from the blur of the fight. The fight that I lost. How could I be so foolish? How could I have not been able to protect myself? I won a trophy in a Jui Jitsu tournament after all. I shouldn’t be losing fights.

It’s the nurses faults for this. Fuck them!!! Fuck everyone in this cruel world!!! They knew that my roommate was dangerous. How could they allow this? I’m about to die!!!

A nurse bolted in, frantically trying to stop the bleeding. I started sobbing, curling my fingers in. “Why didn’t you save me?!” I blinked and passed out.

I woke up in a different psych ward. Older. The wounds gone. What a terrible dream. I sat upright and clutched my umbreon plush for comfort. The trauma of the nurse’s negligence thankfully was more mental than physical. My roommate had thankfully never hurt me back then. But the thought that she might have given half the chance hurt like knives. I don’t want to be here. No one wants to be here. They separate us by gender, when I could be gay for all anyone can know. Boys can’t talk to girls. Girls can’t talk to boys. They can’t even be in the same room. Unlike the last place, you can’t even choose your menu.

At least my roommate seems to know how to get out of this place. Fake it till you make it. Go to every group. Get all the points you can. Eat at least 50% of your food no matter how disgusting it was. Even if all you want to do is sleep.

At least I’ll never end up in one of these places again, right? Right?

I gasped awake, shaking in my blankets. These were the blankets my gran had brought with me in to the ER. They managed to wash all the blood off of them. I only ever see the confines of this place. Am I in a psych ward? Is my dad’s old family friend my doctor? He seemed to know this stuff. Where’s everyone else? Why can’t I leave this room? At least Scalesy is my friend. However annoying he is. He won’t let me stand up. But why?

No one explicitly stated this was a psych ward, but the way Ford watches me, even in my own sleep. It feels like it. I wish I could move and walk. But now, I’m trapped in one of my false awakening dreams. “Not again!!! Not fucking again!!!” I thrashed myself, trying to wake up. But I couldn’t even move. “No no no!!!”

“Yes yes yes.” Bill turned my head over to face him, laughing his ass off. “Why are you here?”

“Stay still!!!” He snarled, his hands glowing in that familiar blue flame. I shook, only able to watch as Bill tore my soul out of my body. I gazed down, watching my own emerald green orbs turn bright electric yellow with slitted pupils. This isn’t a dream anymore.

Panicking, I searched around for Ford. To my surprise, he wasn’t in this room. I turned around to glare at Bill. “WHAT DID YOU DO WITH HIM?”

“He’s just asleep in his room. The perfect opportunity to—“

Scalesy hissed and flared up his hood. Bill glared at the snake, raising his fist to smash its head. But it only shook in the air and fell to his side. “Fuck. I forgot that this body has too much empathy for animals. But what’s a snake to a man, anyways?”

Scalesy hissed and struck without biting, trying to intimidate Bill. “Aww. Your little hissy fit routine may work on predators, but I’m not gonna hurt you. Why do you insist on protecting this kid who can’t even speak parseltongue? The kid’s expendable. So what if they saved your life? They’re ruining mine!!!”

Bill managed to stand up, something I was unable to do in my body with Scalesy pestering me to lay down. Scalesy hissed and tried to constrict around Bill’s neck, wrapping his tail in between the cushions on the couch. Bill tucked and rolled, accidentally knocking the wind out of Scalesy and rendering him unconscious but not dead. Scalesy woke up, coiling and poising himself to strike. Bill grabbed a hook and pinned Scalesy down, then placed him in a terrarium that Ford had set up. He duct taped the lid on and poked air holes with a fork. He dusted off his hands. “Now that snake nanny has been taken care of.”

I tried to get the duct tape off of the terrarium, but I was tugged forward by a force towards my body. Bill grabbed Ford’s bottle of expensive vodka and started chugging it. He stopped mid sip and laughed. “Ahahaha!! This kid can’t handle their booze. Just a mere taste causes a burning in their mouth. This body rejects it!!! But little do they know that vodka completes me.” Bill managed to force it down and found the bottle of my pills on the counter. “Here we go. Trazadone. My favorite for knocking kids senseless.”

“What?”

“Why do you think you were prescribed this? It’s the easiest way to let me into your mind. Sixer is trying to titrate you off the stuff for his more ‘natural sleep remedies’ like cannabis and better sleep hygiene. Can’t have that when the CBD can heal your brain and cause you to make sense of what’s happening in a healthy way.” Bill downed fifty pills and stumbled around, scrambling on the floor. “Best of all, Sixer will think you lost your mind. You’ve tried this before and failed. Gonna make sure that doesn’t happen. Gotta head to the kitchen for a quickie sec.”

“Wait wait no!!!!”

“Aww. Does someone value their life too much? How about this? Your only reason for your pathetic existence was to serve me. And now that people are catching on, I better hide the evidence. Can’t have you healing. If it weren’t for that Cherub, you would have been disposed of earlier.”

“You mean—“

“That’s right. You weren’t just suddenly suicidal for no reason. That stupid mutt had to become a cherub and turn your life for the better after my meddling. I need you no longer. Can’t have you living and explaining my plans.” Bill stumbled into the elevator he managed to get open with a button. He managed to make it to the mystery shack gift shop before faceplanting onto the floor. A tall woman with short red hair wearing green flannel and a goth woman with red eyes and silver hair were conversing at the cash register about a party.

“Shit!! Ice bag and Moon Wolf.”

The two immediately turned to glare at Bill. They arched defensively. I scrambled to find something, anything to use for a vessel to tell them what happened. My eye finally caught the Minecraft fox plush on Bill’s back that I was sleeping with. I grabbed it, levitating it off the air.

“I’m so sorry about this, guys. I don’t know who you are, but my name’s Kenz. The one who Bill is possessing—“

The red haired woman threw the axe at the plush, causing it to cut in half.

“Wendy!!!”

“Shit.” Wendy rushed over to grab her axe and facepalmed as I scrambled to find my shiny Umbreon plush. “Luckily for the two of you, I sleep with more than one comfort plushie because I’m autistic as fuck and—“

“Shut the fuck up, Zie Zie!!!”

“Bill!!!”

“Loona.”

“Wendy, Loona. Welp. Now that we’re aquatinted, can you please—“

Bill chucked the plush I was possessing at the wall and stumbled up towards the kitchen. “Stay out of my way.”

“Is that vodka?”

“Just let me dispense of this body and I’ll deal with you later—“ Loona pinned Bill to the wall. “Wendy, call Ford while I hold them in place.”

Suddenly, “I Hope You Die In A Fire” by the Living Tombstone (which I was listening to before I went to sleep.) Started playing on Bluetooth on the mystery shack intercom. Ford yawned as he looked like he was fresh out of bed. He drank some coffee and noticed the situation.

“Let me go you mop with fangs!!! Emo and five nights at Freddy’s will never— Wait, I can’t say that. No no no no. I’m not letting myself stoop that low. Why does Zie Zie have to have such a great taste in music? Shit!!! How did Sixer plan this far in advance?”

Ford shook his head. “What do you mean? I didn’t plan for this at all.”

“Sure. Sure you didn’t. Kenz’s phone just happened to be connected to the Bluetooth playing a five nights at Freddy’s song—“

“If it were me, it wouldn’t be a five nights at Freddy’s song. It would have been—“

“Shit. I forgot you have the taste of a snail.”

Ford glared at Bill as if something snapped. “I HAVE TASTE THANK YOU VERY MUCH!!!”

“YOU KNOW WHAT? shit. can you write this down, Moon wolf? FUCK YOU!!! FUCK YOUR COW!!! FUCK YOUR MOM LIKE A PIG!!! FUCK—“

“Are you done yet?” I then noticed Bill steal a knife from Loona’s pocket. “I got a stabby! You’ll be missing Zie Zie badly!! I just got a stabby!!!” It was at that moment that the drugs and alcohol had started to kick in. “Fahk…” He rolled his head back. “Hey. Hey. Hey. Loony… Loony Toony. Did you know that—“

“Get out of their body, you asshole!!!”

“Don’t you wanna fu—“

“NO!!! THERE WILL BE NO FUCKING!!! GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY BODY BEFORE I FIND OUT HOW TO RELEASE SCALESY!!!! THEN ITS ALL OVER FOR YOU, HOE!!!!”

Bill burst out laughing, but in a drunken giggle. He then stabbed himself in the shoulder over and over again, staining the floor scarlet before Loona took the knife away from him. “MY TOY!!!”

Wendy proceeded to tickle Bill. “Fahk!!!!!”

“Get out!!”

“Yeah!!!” Suddenly, I started to feel the effects of the drugs and alcohol. “No no no… I’m in sensory pain…”

“Haha!!! Weak!!!”

Ford joined in on the tickling as Bill tried to bite him, but ended up accidentally giving me my body back. “Augh… Oww. Okay. I’m back I’m back… You can stop. Please, get these drugs out of me.”

Ford breathed a sigh of relief as I started to throw up. Loona smiled as I gazed away from her. “Dude. That was incredible.”

“I didn’t do anything.” I leaned on Loona. “Yeah you did.”

“Name one thing that I did.”

“You warned us.”

“So?”

“You faced that fucker like it was just another Tuesday.” Loona was clearly impressed as Wendy burst out laughing. “Kid. You’re amazing!”

“I wasn’t brave or strong. I only spoke from a plushie.”

“But you didn’t give up. And you were brave. You just don’t want to admit it. I’d probably be scared shitless.”

“Stop trying to make me feel better. I can tell when someone isn’t being genuine. And as far as I can tell, no one ever is.” I bristled, stumbling over to the couch and passing out.

I woke up feeling batter after Ford had successfully delivered the antidote. “Thank god that shit show was over.” I turned around, sighing and shaking. Wendy and Loona exchanged concerned glances as Mabel handed me my Minecraft fox plush back. It was all sewn up like brand new. “Here you go.”

“You didn’t have to do that… I could’ve…” I sat there, flashing back to when my dad would berate me.

“Stop wasting your pocket money on stupid plushies.”

“But they make me so happy!!!”

“Grow the fuck up!!! You’re eighteen.”

“But it’s my money! I earned it with those straight A’s!! It’s my graduation money.”

“Hey, is everything okay?” Mabel’s words broke me out of the trance. I didn’t realize that I was flashing back. I held the Minecraft Fox plush close to me. “Yeah. I’m fine. I should probably head on home…”

Everyone exchanged nervous glances. Ford looked the most distraught. “What? Bill’s not gonna hurt them, right?”

“Even if he wasn’t, you can’t go back home.” Ford sighed. I stood up, inching towards the door. “What do you mean? Of course I can! I can… I can…”

“You can’t even make it past the town border.”

“Listen Mr. Know it all!!! I don’t know who you think you are and why do you think that just because your brother is an old family friend of my dad’s that you know what’s best for me. Because the last time I let that happen…” I flashed back to when I got out of the hospital back when I was ten and everything was taken out of my room due to the recommendation of my ABA therapist who happened to be a family friend.

She took everything from me. I held back the tears. My friends. My family. My relationships. All to try to make me normal. She wouldn’t let me be me. I bolted out the door. I can make it to the town border. I can do it!!!

“Quit laying on your ass and be a productive member of society.”

“The world does not revolve around you!!!”

“Nonbinary doesn’t exist. If I use your pronouns I will be setting you up for failure.”

“During the transition to independence, Kenz will allow their father to participate in all aspects of support, including, but not limited to medical, education, housing, and financial. The next steps towards this will be signing over power of attorney to my dad.”

“I will NOT engage in outbursts behavior or be disrespectful to my mom or dad while they adjust to using my preferred pronouns.”

“If I do not agree to or comply with the terms of this contract, other housing arrangements will be made through Tri Counties Regional Center (TCRC) and the state of California.”

The flashbacks echoed in my mind as I rushed over towards the edge of the town border. I took a few steps forward, only to be flung back by a brutal imaginary force. “Come on! Come on!! Come on!!!” I threw myself at the border over and over again, but kept getting flung back. I collapsed, exhausted beyond belief and the wind knocked out of me. “No!!!” I screamed, reaching towards the border. I tried once again to fling myself across it, only to be flung back again.

I heard Ford’s car pull up as I kept flinging myself across the border towards the setting sun. Mosquitoes started to bite my arms as I kept launching myself over and over again. Bruises formed on my arms and cuts were scraped on my knees.

“Kenz!!!”

I ignored Ford’s desperate plea as I kept launching myself in the air. Footsteps sounded as Loona and Wendy rushed up to me, grabbing me as I tried to get across. “JUST LET ME TRY ONE MORE TIME!!!”

Loona and Wendy shook their heads as I struggled against them, but was too exhausted to do it for too long. “Wh-why? Why won’t the border let me across? Am I dead? Is this hell?”

Ford shook his head as I fell limp on the ground, shaking and panting. Wendy and Loona backed off into the car to give Ford and I some space. “Kenz. Listen to me. You are trapped in Gravity Falls because of Gravity Falls’s natural law of weirdness magnetism.”

“But how does it let you across when you’re just as weird as me?” I shook, flinching away from Ford. “It’s because you’re… you’re… Fuck. I don’t know this for sure. But I have a hunch and it isn’t something you want to hear. But listen to me.”

“No. Listen to me!!!” I stood up, my knees buckling. “You may know how this town works and how everything is set in place but don’t you dare assume that you know me or anything I’ve been through. And don’t you think because you’re Mr smart guy that I’m gonna let you tell me what’s best for me, because I spent several months trying to undo the bat-shittery that my father and his little friends put me through. And I’m not having my progress be undone because of some sort of cosmic conspiracy that I didn’t ask to be a part of!!!”

“Be honest…” Tears filled my eyes. “Am I really too weird? Too weird to be around normal people? Am I just a mistake? Am I even human?” I turned around, trying to stifle the tears. Ford rubbed my shoulders, but I flinched away and tried to run.

“All anyone’s ever done was either leave or bring me trouble!!! How do I know that none of you will hurt me too? Am I just better off dead like Bill thinks?! Who am I anymore?!!!!!” I broke down, collapsing on the ground, the pain in my heart tearing itself in half. “Kenz. Look. It’s gonna be okay.”

“How do you know, Ford?”

“Because I’ve been in the exact same situation you were in. I know it seems like the world is against you and everywhere you turn is filled with people who hate you. But sometimes, it takes someone to help you out. Someone who refuses to leave your side and refuses to let you go.”

“Just who the fuck is that dependable?” I held my Minecraft fox plush tight to my chest. Ford smiled, rubbing my head. “There’s lots of people who care about you. Wendy and Loona drove with me out to the edge of town just to make sure you didn’t accidentally kill yourself trying to leave. They would have let you die if they cared any less. Kenz. Listen to me. I know what it’s like to be stripped of everyone you’ve trusted. I know what it’s like to be used, and it’s not fun. You don’t have to do this alone.”

I wiped the snot off my nose. “Kenz, let me tell you something. I’m proud of you. I’m proud of you for not giving up. For holding on so well for so long. You managed to keep Bill secret for far longer than I could ever have. I can tell by the way you shake when his name is mentioned that he’s been targeting you for years. You were put in an unfair situation as a kid, yet look at you. You’re forgiving, kind, empathetic beyond all means, and you have a sense of humor about it. You are smarter than a lot of people at your age, you know that? You managed to survive it all—“

“It was just dumb luck. I’m nothing, okay?” I shook as Ford reached out for a hug, causing me to flinch back. “I’m not brave just because I catch bugs and lizards and stuff, okay? I’m terrified of people. Terrified that they might hurt me. Terrified that they would leave me. Terrified that I have to leave them. Animals are different. They’re always around. They live such short lives that you’re a huge part of theirs whether you like it or not. They don’t like people leaving any more than I do. And too many humans take advantage of animals just like they take advantage of me!!!”

Ford nodded. “You’ve been taken advantage of too, eh?”

“Stop acting like you know what it’s like. Because you don’t. Okay? You don’t know what it’s like waking up in the middle of the night a shit ton of nights screaming your lungs out reliving every shitty hand you’ve dealt yourself. You don’t know what it’s like hearing the voice inside your own head that isn’t yours tell you things far beyond anyone’s darkest nightmares. You haven’t had things done to you that you wouldn’t wish on your worse enemy. That you can’t tell anyone that it happened because it was in your dreams and therefore, you’re crazy. You don’t know what it’s like, having everything taken from you from people who were supposed to help. Twice.” I stood defensively at the border. “Don’t think I’m letting you get away with this bullshit routine of trying to help and trying to get me to heal like the rest of my dad’s shitty family friends. Because I’m not. Okay?” I sighed. “Just let me go. That way I won’t hurt anyone.”

Ford gazed at me, holding back the tears. “What about you?”

“Me?”

“Kenz, have you been trying to heal from all of this shit for yourself, or just to prove to your father that you don’t need him?”

The words hit me like a ton of bricks. “But I was doing everything right. Seeking out therapists. Reaching out to friends. And I would still be doing everything right—“

“But Bill—“

“I’ve had enough of Bill’s bullshit. ‘Kay? I’ve been trying to get that no good fucker to shut up for years. I’ve been ignoring him ever since I left that crisis home. And that was the closest I ever felt to free. Now I’m trapped in some sort of prison because I can’t get him out of my head. Everything I ever did led me to this point. I got myself into this hole. I can sure as fuck…” I bit my tongue. I don’t know that. I shook. “Look. How the fuck as I supposed to know you’re not like all the other family friends my dad has called forth. How do I know you’re not in contact with him right now?”

Ford sighed, sitting next to me. “I was in contact with him since before the Pandemic. That’s true. I wanted to come down and visit. But, shit happened. I wanted to tell Jacob that it was a shitty idea to pull you from school and not let you join band. Covid fucked a lot of shit up.” He sighed again. “I would’ve gone far as to fight him for custody because he was taking everything out of your room. He bragged about that shit a lot. He told me how you were a brat who refused to grow up. He said that you were ungrateful after he ‘fought so hard for you.’ But you know what I saw?”

“What?”

“I saw a man who was only presenting himself as a father as an accessory. He wanted you as a trophy. As inspiration. He thought being a special needs parent meant that you had no autonomy of your own. And he only sought those out who thought the same. Stanley told me about UCLA and what happened with your mother. He was shocked to hear that you were hospitalized three times.”

I sniffed, holding back more tears. “My point is, none of that would have happened if your dad accepted your autism diagnosis back when you were three as something that was a minority like being trans. He didn’t even see that you were struggling with gender dysphoria as early as age nine.”

“And how the fuck do you know that?” I bristled up, which Ford was unfazed by. “I spoke with Ann a lot when you were in a coma. I also spoke with Stanley. He visited a lot back then, and knew from the way you didn’t hang out with a lot of the girls at your school. You never had dolls and other girl stuff. You played Minecraft a lot—“

“Lots of tomboys get into video games. I was never sporty, okay? And I still watched frozen and tangled when I was younger—“

“Be honest with yourself. Did you ever really see yourself in those princesses, or did you really just say that just to appease people.”

“What the fuck are you talking about? I’m not denying that I’m trans neutral. Okay? I just don’t understand why you think it’s okay to involve yourself in my business so much. And don’t say some mushy shit like you care, or you see yourself in me… or…” It was at this point I broke down. “Fuck. I’m sorry…”

“Kenz. Don’t apologize.”

“But all the things I said—“

“Were valid. I know you’re scared to trust again. I was too.”

“Promise me one thing, okay?” I gazed into his ice blue eyes hopefully. “Promise me whatever happens that you don’t leave like everyone else. That you don’t hurt me like everyone else and tell me it’s all my doing. The second you break this promise, you’ll wish you hadn’t. You’ll never hear or see from me again. No one will. I’ve already lost everything enough times.”

Ford tensed up, but nodded. He must notice how hurt I am. I backed away, cornered by the town border. Ford held out his hand and smiled. “I promise. Just please trust me.”

I shook one more time before nodding, following Ford to the back seat of his car. “Okay.”

#gravity falls #bill cipher #ford pines #fuck aba #actually autistic #self insert #helluva boss #loona helluva boss #wendy corduroy #so much for stardust

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thestarpletsystem · 11 months ago

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I mean, why does it matter what your personal ideas about religion are? Plenty of people find religion later in life and are completely fine in that. Sure, the typical Christian model of religion is typically one of shutting out any amount of science or knowledge, but thats not the case for every religion or even every church in Christianity. I found Judaism later in my life, and it’s been nothing but great to me. My fiance grew up both Jewish and Christian but is also into demonology and voodoo (yes she’s actually apart of that practice and has done it the right way), and she found it later in her life too. We even have friends who are into spirituality stuff like runes or magic or tarot cards. Which is fine and great for them! My own mother was raised Catholic but left the faith and spent a lot of time being Wiccan. My aunt who was also raised Catholic became Jewish a bit before marrying my uncle, and my cousins have been raised Jewish, and where they’ll go with their faith is up to them. It’s not inherently bad to grow up in religion or to be religious. It’s a lot of context and nuance between different sects or branches of a religion. It’s not fun to see people bash religion for reasons outside of the religion they’re criticizing. This isn’t to say that there aren’t a lot of ways every religion can improve, but it’s to say that not all of them are how I see people portray online. Sure, there are some that are predatory and do those things, not all do. It’s not fair to over generalize that way.

I also have to add that it’s not fair for you to be forcing your trauma onto others. I get it, what happened to y’all isn’t right and it was probably really really bad. We can’t really speak to religious trauma like that. But we can say that we do have some religious trauma. That’s why the majority of my system is non-humans and demons. Think more second hand religious trauma. But I wouldn’t dare use my experiences to deny others their religion or personal choices. That still doesn’t mean that it’s okay to use that as a basis to justify saying all religion and all spirituality is bad. It’s just not your path, and that’s fine, just don’t try to force others to follow it when it’s not for them. That’s your own trauma, not other’s. But realistically, I have to ask, how are you any better than the overbearing Christians who want you to be saved when you’re saying these things? Being an Atheist doesn’t make forcing beliefs or bashing other peoples religions right or okay.

I know you said in replies that you’re not going to deny anyone their plurality if they say it is spiritual, but that’s also not exactly true. When you say things like this, it’s often only working to exclude people, even if you don’t mean it to. So either way, by making these claims, you’re managing to exclude people. Theres also the idea of peoples plurality coming from ghosts, possession, being a medium, and other supernatural/spiritual phenomena. It’s different than being a religious or spiritual system in how I understand you’re meaning. I can’t say I’m an expert or even understand it, but it’s not fair to claim that you won’t even entertain them. Which is tantamount to saying that you won’t respect their origins. It reminds me of the anti-LGBTQ people who say “Well, it’s fine if they do it, but don’t do it in front of me.” Which is fine, I guess, but that’s also incredibly rude and shows their prejudice. If thats where they say their system came from, why does it have to be pushed or forced any further for understanding?

You also mention that endogenic systems have made endogenic super entwined with the idea of spirituality, but that’s also not true. Sure, there are endogenics who are spiritual, but there’s also just as many, if not more, that aren’t. There are those who are religious but that has nothing to do with their plurality, but there’s also those who aren’t at all. I think that a majority of endogenic experiences can be explained by psychology and how the brain works, I even have my own theories that I’ve yet to share. But like I said, why are we trying to force them into a neat box when they just don’t fit like that?

It’s a similar issue to what I’ve seen in the DID community, where there are a lot of systems who are trying to force everyone into neat little boxes. Particularly the Theory of Structural Dissociation. I don’t fit neatly into the ANP category, but I’m also the host and function in the day to day, so I can’t really be classified as an EP. Not all of us in the system fit nicely like that, either. Does that make us any less worthy of being called a DID system? I don’t think so.

I think you were well meaning in your approach and even posting it, but it definitely screams that you’re stuck in your trauma. I don’t say any of this to be a dick, but the arguments you make fall prey to a lot of the same pitfalls of other anti/religious arguments and is just stigmatizing the community further. I guess my arguments all boil down to, just live and let live on the topic of religion. It’s not that pressing in 90% of the cases, and can often be a good thing that gives a better sense of community. Like I said, I don’t understand it too much, but thats not for me to judge. I don’t think it’s for you to, either

I might say something that might be potentially explosively controversial but

we really don't like the spirituality part of plurality. we don't like it how especially some endos have made it that spirituality is entwined with plurality.

Plurality is a psychological phenomenon. Endogenic and Traumagenic are two sides of the coin. But as an atheist, it kind of hurts to see people weave this association we used to have with it that's been used against us to abuse us. Religion is a tool of control. It keeps people in the dark. It explains things that are perfectly explainable things otherwise, making them fantastical.

Now this isnt to say that culture cannot influence it. On the contrary, it often DOES influence plurality and systems at large. And I'm certainly am not going to deny these people their plural existence just because they're religious or spiritual. But as it is, we cannot believe that a "super natural explanation" is one that's true. If you just want to be plural, fine. Have it. But don't expect us to believe that.

There is still so much research needed for plurality as a whole. And we do wish to further understand TOSD and other scientific methods for plurality.

We feel particularly sick to our stomach about linking spirituality with plurality. But that's in the perspective of a white american body raised around Christians, having a "rebellious age" in the host's teenager years of ""wicca"" and ""witchcraft"" and other delusional (ACTUALLY DELUSIONAL) beliefs that teenagers are NOT supposed to be groomed into. We've seen takes from other people's perspectives and noticed that the greyness between spiritual beliefs and science is a way heavier gradient than in the west. So there just may be a catch here we're not getting.

- 🎶, 🔥 & 🐑

#syscourse

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leobashi · 2 years ago

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At this point I might just drop all the Ghost Hunted lore because I want to talk about it but I don’t have time or motivation to draw it all :,D

What do y’all think? Wanna ask about it and what I had planned for it?

#ghost hunted au #Henrik isn’t the only human who gets possessed #and anti isn’t the only demon possessing #Marv was supposed to be introduced as a rival to Henrik #and Robbie gets a cameo #there was three acts planned out

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mimihorrorsworld · 2 years ago

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Sona for @wouldyoustayvn , Maria Garsea! An astronomy lover who zapped to another dimension. Surprisingly, this isn’t the first time for them. While finding a way back home, will she stay with her new friend or be with her family again?

Here is a link for more deets on 𝙶𝚊𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚊! The templates belong to WYSVN! They’re open to interactions & questions. Trivia & Ship Template! ⬇️

🌙 Maria got an interest in stories from her Grandmother! Hearing them as bedtime stories, she got stuck with the knowledge.

🌙 They have hidden tattoos covered by clothing. The only two visible to the public is her Demon Anti-Possession on shoulder. The Leo Tattoo is on her side thigh.

🌙 She has Polisios from her mother’s side! It developed before turning 20.

🌙 They know of other dimensions. How? She had her first travel at 18! How? She’s still in the unknown how it happened.

🌙 If talking about shadows, she will avoid the topic. It’s an memory that’s locked away that lurks in her heart.

🌙 The earring used to be a necklace. It’s gold and third generation owner. Not once has it been taken off by her.

#would you stay game #would you stay vn #wysvn #wys oc #wys sona #wys garsea #yandere vn #yandere game #visual novel #yandere #i need help- but i wanna make more!!!

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You say that people should get over communism because it’s been dead for years, when the USSR fell in ‘91. Millions upon millions of people alive today remember communism. That’s not to mention other ex communist countries like Cuba. So I think they all have a right to be worried about communism when governments all over the world are adopting policies that are communist-esque like the crack down on free speech. You tell people to get over an ideology that has murdered millions not that long ago but you still call whites “white devils” and all kinds of bs for stuff Western Europeans did even further back. You clown on racists (as you should) while also inadvertently being racist yourself by calling whites names and constantly commenting on how western white society is inferior. (Remember saying some bs like “unwashed white asses” and other shit like that?) You’re extremely hypocritical in other areas of your beliefs as well, which would normally be ‘fine’ since everyone is a hypocrite to an extent. But you’re also extremely arrogant. You mention that social media is a massive stumbling block for Christians, which it is, only for you to spend hours on this hell site every day uncharitably hounding people and calling them demonic. Wake up. Everyone, including those you deem demonic/demon possessed can be redeemed. Maybe read the sermon on the mount again and work on forgiving your enemies. Thinking that someone’s soul can go to hell before dying is a thought from Satan. He’s stopping people from trying to save those who are under heavy spiritual attack. Go to church. Your discernment is clearly not developed enough to tell the difference between something from the Holy Spirit vs something from a demon. Which is fine, most people’s discernment isn’t very well developed either ( me included )

.....this post has to be one of the most glaring example of projection & gaslighting, but before I eat you out alive; one question : don't you find ironic of accusing *me* "uncharitably" hounding people & being arrogant when it's you who's been popping on my inbox to lecture and call me names? 🙃 lol You're not the first nor the last one trying to gaslight me like that, and I always found this glaring lack of self awareness fascinating lmao

You guys are obsessed to point out the horror of Communism because that's the only political movement whose main culprit were White. I said what I said and you will cope. I will refuse to care like that about communism precisely like you don't care like that about King Leopold II killing 6 millions Congolese. Sorry but you guys are not special. The only people who can whine about communism are those still living in the handful of countries left with a communist regime. If you're not, than shut up and stop acting like you were a victim of an overall dead political regime that has no impact on your life.

Leave me alone with your communism trauma and go bother Lenin or Stalin in their graves. You're not impressing anyone with your "oh but millions are dead" ..we learned that stuff in school, thanks. I'm from Africa and I literally have no lesson to take about harmful ideologies killing (my) people. Unlike Communism, racism is well alive in most countries. And yet I'm not here constantly whining about it. If you were familiar with my content (which I know you're not) you'd know that I'm not one to constantly flaunting about my race or dive into (anti black) racism discourse. So if I'm not one to whine about racism like that while being a racist, that's actually pretty logical and not hypocrite?? like, that's actually being able to cook a dish AND eat it. Like, you really thought you were UNO reverse-ing me but you still don't make any sense, I- 😭

Now, about that so called freedom of speech and me being (allegedly) racist.... 🤭 You see anon, my toxic trait is that I hardly bother denying wrongful claims about me, and I couldn't care less about being called a racist, but I just found your claims very nonsensical. If I was really racist, why would I need to add "White" before devil? I'm asking because I've seen actual real anti white racists for whom being White = being a devil in and of itself. If I thought every Whte person was evil, why would I put "White" before "devil"? maayyyyybe would it mean that I don't think that White people are not evil just for being White...? ever thought about that...?🤯 Also it's interesting how you seem somehow more bothered about the names I've been calling those evil White people rather than the reason why I did call them like that...🤔 Because I don't call regular White people like that. There had to be colonizer, racists, people who did VERY wrong things, etc. I'm sure you're one of those people who don't consider racism a big deal UNLESS it's to bring it up to whine about anti White racism uwu oh and I never said "Western White civilizations were inferior"....like- please- just stop making shit up, this is embarassing.

THEN, when you tried to go for the "you're so unloving and uncharitable" route that's when I definitively knew you were full of it and had absolutely NO IDEA of what you're talking about because I beefed with SO MANY CHRISTIANS over how we -as a community- should stop harassing/cussing people over their sins (gays, trans, criminals, etc)😭 That's precisely because I think that NO ONE is beyond repentance that I'm against death penalty or gun violence. THIS IS LITERALLY MY PINNED POST - like??? are you new??? The only time I go off against people and call them names is against Christians because our expectations/responsibility is actually higher ; we are expected to do better because we're supposed to know God. I will never understand where the idea that Christians should be "nice" EVERY TIME came from - especially when confronted to blasphemers, people twisting the word of God or harming innocent people. It's actually biblical to rebuke and separate the goat from the lamb. Being nice =/= being loving. Wake up.

And one last thing that tells me you're either illiterate or a liar : I never said social medias were a stumbling block in and of itself. I't's about I've always been clear that I was talking about WORLDLY ENTERTAINMENT. Actually, I vividly remember making a post about the ambivalence of the internet/social medias that could be used either for wonderful things (such as Christian channels that could virtually reach BILLIONS of people) or the worst (trash tv shows, Netflix, porn, etc). I didn't dunk on the medium (tv, computer, social media) but rather the MEDIA

"Thinking that someone’s soul can go to hell before dying is a thought from Satan" WRONG. The very Bible said people in the end times will get dreams and visions. Having visions of hell fits.

TL;DR : my actual discernment is pristine and developed enough to clock 5 things about your lame message :

🚩you have no idea what you're talking about. You don't know my blog, my opinions, whatsoever, and just made shit up along the way to milk the crux of your issue with my take on Communism.

🚩The way you're linking lack of freedom of speech to communism shows you have no idea what communism is. The media & social platform silencing citizen journalists & whistleblowers are NOT communists (a PRIVATE company such as META gathering so much power & citizens private information would NEVER fly under Communism, genius). The ongoing censorship of social media & MSM is actually a sign of late stage capitalism but you guys are too much of capitalists simp (to whom any form of criticism of capitalism wouldn't occur in their mind), cannot handle.

🚩people like you who won't shut about the "right to freedom of speech" will be oddly very patronizing of others exercising theirs

🚩you're one of those Christians who never learned to think by themselves and think being not nice or not going to church is a bad thing. Thank you for confirming me once again how right I am for choosing to be homeschooled by the Holy Spirit

🚩for having such wack "evidence" of my racism, you either have a very flawed reading comprehension, or a pathological liar. NGL my heart swings between both possibilities

#answered #Christian

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