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hrryshoney · 11 months ago

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I dunno if it’s horny thoughts you want but I’m ovulating rn so its all I have

like actually I want Matty to uh. fuck my face like it’s my cunt like. filthy nasty. like my head hanging off the side of the bed and he can see his cock going down my throat. and also record it so I can watch it every day.

babes it’s me, ofc i want horny thoughts! (also twins we are synced lol)

warnings below: mouth fucking, so oral (m receiving), recording during sex, maybe mean dom matty a lil, degradation, praise, dirty talk, spit in mouth, rough, again short and not proofread :( my legacy

“Want me to what, baby? Think you’ll have to speak up for me.” He leaned in, turning his head as if telling you to speak in his ear. The smirk on Matty’s face was enough to tell you that he did hear you. He just wanted to hear you say it again. You were still in your bra and panties, and Matty was shirtless with his pants around his ankles. You felt too covered but bare at the same time with the way his eyes were piercing you.

You felt bashful now, having to repeat the filthy thought that’s been in your head since he’d started pumping his cock in front of you. Exaggerating his moans and throwing his head back, your punishment of sorts. No touching, just watching. You squeaked out something, and now regret was filling you. Because Matty heard it, and he surely wouldn’t let it go. “S’nothing.”

He clicked his tongue, shaking his head in disapproval. “Now’s not the time to go shy on me, sweetheart. You can act modest later.” He grinned, taking another step forward. His cock was still in his hand. You looked down to see him, somehow, even harder in his palm. You thought you could feel yourself soaking your panties. “Say it.”

Matty’s fingers were tracing some pattern on your bicep repeatedly. His smile was too wide for it to be nothing, and you tried to focus to feel what it was. As you were about to formulate your response for him, you figured it out. The distinct curve of an ‘S’, then an ‘L’- and you knew. He was spelling SLUT, and it made you whimper out loud. You were caught. There was no use in running. And even so, you liked the chase. “Want you to fuck my face, please.” You gave him your best doe eyes, fluttering your lashes as you looked up at him.

Matty groaned, his eyes rolling back in his head as he squeezed his cock. He grabbed your arm, bringing you to the bed. As you landed, you squeezed your thighs together for friction. His fingers grasped at your thigh, pulling your legs apart forcefully. “No, open your fucking legs. You’re gonna suck me off and lay here aching, I’ll tie your legs apart if I need to.” You whined, his words only turning you on more. You obeyed him nonetheless, legs spread wide so the wet patch on your light grey panties was visible. You could even see your hard nipples through the padding of your bra.

“Yes, sir.” You chewed on your bottom lip, waiting for his next move. He walked to the other side of the bed, letting his knees hit the frame. Matty’s eyes darkened as he looked at you. Like he was trying to figure out what to do with you.

“Let your head hang off the side.” He said suddenly, and confusion filled your expression. He looked at you stoically, raising his eyebrows as you stayed still.

“I don’t..” You trailed off, but Matty’s hand wrapped around your ankle. He pulled you into place as you let out a squeak. Your neck was resting on the edge of the bed with the rest of your head dangling off. “Don’t know what you can’t understand, baby. Gonna fuck your throat like you wanted so bad.” Matty’s palm caressed the expanse of your throat, letting his cock rest on your lips. “Tap my thigh if you need me to stop, okay?” He leaned down, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

You smiled and nodded, feeling your face get hot. You opened your mouth, sticking your tongue out for his cock. Matty was big, and you didn’t know how you were going to take him at this angle. As he prodded at your lips, you tasted the salty flavor of precum coat your tongue. He pushed it inside your mouth, starting slow.

You hollowed your cheeks around him, but allowed him to do the rest of the work. He was fucking your mouth after all, that was the whole point. You swirled your tongue around his tip as he pulled out, thrusting himself in your mouth again. Thank God you didn’t have a terrible gag reflex. Matty groaned out above you.

“I’ll use your fucking mouth like it’s a cunt. Nice and warm for me, all your holes are just so perfect.” Matty babbled in a drunken haze, pleasure filling his brain. He gripped your neck lightly, pushing himself in even more. He felt your throat open for him, and he thrusted his hips. You jerked slightly from the sudden movement, but regained your composure quickly. Everything you did had Matty moaning even more, the vibrations he felt on his cock were too good. “This is what you’re made for, take my cock down your little throat.”

You moaned around the base of him, and he pulled out an inch just to push all the way back in. You were breathing through your nose, letting him occupy your mouth fully. His hand came to the top of your head, and he gripped on the hair there. Drool was accumulating on his dick from the position he had you in, making the whole thing messy. As he went to thrust into you again, he saw something that had him clenching his teeth and throwing his head back.

He spoke through gritted teeth, “Dick too big for you, honey? Fucking- shit. See my imprint through your throat. Such a good girl.” And you wished you could see what Matty was seeing. What had him going so feral that he finally picked up his rhythm. Now, relentlessly using your throat. Thrusting into your mouth and pulling your hair. All that could be heard were his whimpers and the sound of your mouth getting fucked by him. Garbled moans that only egged him on. Sadist.

As if he could read your mind, Matty’s next words had you struggling to nod around his cock. A lame thumbs-up that you threw to let him know that, yes, you wanted that. “Can I take a video, baby? So I can show you how fucking good you take my cock?” And with your immediate agreement, he was reaching for his phone on your shared nightstand. He swiped to his camera app, and you heard the ping that indicated he started the recording.

You swirled your tongue again, swallowing around his cock. He whined lowly, knowing you must be showing off for the camera. He started to move his hips again, regaining his rhythm. And, presumably, the print of his cock down your throat. “Like a pornstar, baby. My little model.” He groaned out, focusing on your image through the video. You unhollowed your cheeks, letting your mouth hang open for spit to drip onto his cock. You inhaled deeply through your nose and let him take you again. “Good girl. Good fuckin’ slut. Natural at sucking dick.”

He slowed down, focusing on the bulge of your throat. He watched as you took him, using you as a toy for his own needs. Then, he threw his phone aside. Holding the either side of your head with his hands. He pulled the front of your bra down, exposing your tits. Hard nipples waiting for his touch. He grabbed a handful of your breast, pinching and tweaking at your nipple. You tried hard not to close your legs, the stimulation itself could make you cum.

Matty’s hips stuttered as you whimpered around him again, and you could feel his dick twitch in your mouth. “Gonna cum. Can I- down your throat?” His words came out in a mix, trying to restrain himself from letting go right there. He slowed down his rhythm, but picked up again as he felt pleasure overtake him. You let your hand go up to his hip, nodding the best you could and rubbing the skin there.

At your confirmation, Matty spilled down your throat with a cry. You couldn’t make out most of the words. Something that sounded like a mix of your name, good girl, and thank you. He tasted good, slightly salty but the warm liquid sliding down your throat tasted more sweet than anything. Quintessential Matty, you thought.

He was panting when you looked up, turning yourself to sit on your knees on the bed. He had collapsed into a sitting position next to you. A light sheen of sweat making his curls stick to his forehead. His cheeks and chest were flushed a light pink. When he opened his eyes to smile at you, he opened his mouth to say something, too. However, the words died in his throat as you opened your mouth, sticking your tongue out to show you swallowed.

Matty’s big hands grabbed the sides of your face, pulling you in for a kiss. You knew he could taste himself on you, letting his tongue fight with yours. He kissed you passionately, pulling away and leaving your lips connected slightly. He let a string of spit fall in your mouth, which you immediately swallowed again. He grinned, “Good girl. Thank you, baby.”

He dragged you between his legs, and you could feel him getting half hard behind your back again. His hands flew to your clothed cunt, rubbing you over your panties. His other hand went to your exposed breasts, running his fingertips over the skin lightly. Pulling your nipple to hear you whimper. You were practically soaked, and he could easily tear the fabric if he so desired. “So wet just from sucking me off, huh? My own personal fucktoy. Think I should return the favor.” You only got slicker beneath his touch. “Can even watch our little video. See what gets you off faster.”

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i-heart-yellowstone · 8 months ago

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2 - Who Runs This Valley

Part 3

Raised Fair Share Of Hell

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Keeping my arms crossed over my chest I stomped up to my daughters father grabbing him by his forearm and dragging him back in the direction of the main house porch. Flinging the door open and the second it shut behind us I shoved him against the nearest wall. “Why is she here, Kayce! Why, tell me why because I thought we had an agreement that she wouldn’t be here.”

“My dad asked me if he could get to know his grandson. I wasn’t just going to deny him that after what happened when I told him about you and about her all those years ago.” Kayce pressed his back against the wooden wall.

I scoffed, throwing my hands up away from my sides. “Oh so that’s perfect. You’ll just bend your back and do whatever she wants if your father ask you too.”

“We agreed that I should help her raise my son.” Kayce fought back. “Tate shares part of my family's legacy just like Faith does.”

Slapping a hand to my forehead I huffed. “Believe me I know that.”

“Look, I didn’t bring them here to cause a fight between us. I’m just trying to do what I thought would work for all three of us. Because like it or not I am the father of two kids with two different mothers and an entire ranch that will become theirs the day we die.”

Leaning my back against the kitchen island I ran my fingers through my hair. “I think this would’ve been simpler if you gave her a big check of money and we never saw her again.” I knew I sounded like a horrible person but every time Monica and I were in a room together it was just extremely awkward.

Kayce ran his fingers through his curls sighing heavily wishing we could go back to when we were yo her without a care in the world. “Lissa, how can we get past this. I mean, is it so horrible?”

“It could be if you forget your daughter's birthday is tomorrow and she’ll officially be hitting double digits.” I clicked my tongue hearing the front door opened and his older brother Lee walked in on our conversation.

He paused in the doorway of the kitchen sensing the tone of the room. “Woah, are you two about to fight or something?”

“We might if Kayce forgets his daughter's birthday tomorrow because that’s supposed to be one his days with his other child.” I put one hand on my hip, scowling at the man I had still managed to love over all this.

Lee gave him a warning look. “Oh-ho you better not do that, little brother. I did it one time and your girl over here launched a frying pan at my head the next morning.”

“I never said I wouldn’t be there. I have only missed her fourth birthday and that was because Tate was being born and she had no one there for her when she delivered.”

I sent him the middle finger being completely serious. “You get one warning. Don’t miss it, Kayce.”

“I promise on my mothers biscuits that I won’t.” Kayce swore, placing his hands together in front of his chest looking like he was begging. I knew the loss of Evelyn was hard on everyone so when he swore it truly meant something.

Lee cleared his throat, gaining my attention and shifting my gaze to him. “Alissa, I just came to tell you everything is ready to go. I'll be waiting outside for ya.” He exited through the front door.

“What is he talking about?” Kayce snagged my wrist stopping me from leaving with him.

I gently stared into his brown eyes. “We're taking our cattle back from the Reservation.”

“What, no. It's too dangerous - and why didn't I know about this earlier?”

“Would you come with us or are you too busy trying to be up Monica's ass?”

He opened his mouth to say something but nothing was really worthy. “Alissa, I-”

“That's what I thought. Take her ass home and if you want to help you know where I'll be.” I yanked my arm out of his grasp and he watched me leave heading out the door seeing Lee was waiting for me.

I got down onto the dirt ground with my brother in Law right before the front door got kicked open where I saw Kayce standing there watching me with fear in his eyes. “Alissa, don’t do this. Please, it's too dangerous.” I didn't utter a word after his brother handed me a loaded riffle and we headed around the other side of the house.

“Everyone’s forgotten who runs this valley.” John, Lee and another ranch hand walked in front of me heading to get into the vehicles that were ready to head and get our cattle back.

I held onto the rifle that hung on my right shoulder focusing on what we were going to do hearing Jamie come up behind me. “This is not the way to remind them. It’s a bad idea.”

“We don’t choose the way, little brother.” Lee turned and walked backwards for a second replying to him.

Jamie sent me a nervous glance. “Alissa, is this how you’d want your daughter to remember her mother? Heading in with physical violence to get some cattle back.”

“Like Lee said, life chooses our path. Babysit Faith till I get home.” I paused, having one of my boots up on the truck ramp riding with Lee in one of the trucks. Shutting the truck door behind me we headed off towards the Reservation.

Night had fallen over the Indian Reservation land that was nearly bare except for the cattle that we could see off in the distance. The cattle that belonged to the Yellowstone Dutton Ranch. Sitting on my horse Lee came up beside me on his own. “Are you sure you're up for this?”

“Lambert’s don’t back down from a fight.” I responded to him hearing the helicopter coming from behind us meaning John was giving the signal to go.

Lee and I kicked our horses in the belly to go and took off down the hillside with the other Yellowstone members on horseback. The wind blew through my braid that fell down my back heading straight for the wandering cattle. A few of the cowboys created a circle and began pushing them back toward where we had our people at and all we had to do was get them back on our side of the line.

“Looks like things are going our way tonight.” Jake, a bunkhouse ranch hand called over in my direction.

I shouted back at him, suddenly lowering my whole body onto the horse hearing a bullet fly past me and nearly hit one of the cattle. “Maybe they don’t have as much guts as we do - holy shit!”

“Guns up now!” Lee hollered before I yanked my horse around seeing a bunch of Indian’s coming in our direction on horseback with guns too all firing at us.

They began firing in our direction causing the ranch hands and Livestock agents to run around like chickens with their head cut off doing their best to keep the cattle on our side and not get shot in the process. “No! No, hold your fire. Hold your fire!” I drew out my rifle firing at someone who was shooting in my direction watching the guy fall dead off his horse and a few others followed my actions much to Mr. Dutton’s orders.

Gunshots, screaming and whining horses became the only sounds anyone could hear in the area that surrounds us. Riding around on my horse I noticed Lee charging to the edge of the line. “Lee, stay back. It’s not worth it.” I knew he wanted to show that we had won but it was a huge risk.

“I’ll be fine, Alissa!” He shouted back at me, holding his gun in one hand and his other on the saddle reigns while he rode stopping at the edge of the Reservation line.

Kicking my horse in the stomach I raced down to him as fast as I could. Most of the Indian men had drawn back when I saw red and blue police lights reflecting on the grass. “Lee!”

“You want’em back then come and get’em!” Lee taunts watching the men on the other side disappear from sight. He thought we were safe until multiple gunshots rang through the field.

I halted in my tracks sitting on my horse feeling like I was watching the scene in horrible slow motion like you see in the movies when a character dies. “Lee no!” I sobbed out in tears watching his body get hit with bullets and him collapse off the side of his horse without a chance to respond.

John and the others had pulled back by this point so he hadn’t seen what had just happened to his firstborn son. I bolted on horseback as fast as possible to my brother in law. “Lee, Lee no, no, god no.” I stammer out, dismounting my horse and falling on my knees beside his body.

He was bleeding from the center of his chest and his gun was hanging beside his body. I heard a gun cock behind me where I spun around, pointing my rifle at whoever it was. “I’ll let you go safely if you return those cattle onto our side.” The guy who pointed a handgun at me resembled Monica almost.

“Like hell I will!” I growled pulling the trigger and he ducked out of the way, firing a few shots at me.

I scrambled to my feet firing a few at him but missing every time where I ended up hearing the clicking sound meaning I was out of bullets. “Nothing personal.” He replied shooting at me in my left ankle where I collapsed down on my hands and knees.

I gulped scooting backwards with my wounded leg as much as I could manage thinking he was going to kill me until someone shot multiple bullets at the guy. “Aaahh!” I screamed seeing his body drop dead a few steps in front of me and Lee’s dead one.

“Lissa Rae!” Whipping my head around I knew who it was the second I heard them say my nickname. Kayce ran forward lowering his handgun and shoving it in the belt loop of his jeans. He lowered himself down on a knee checking for injuries. “Are you hurt? Any bleeding or discomfort?”

I winced moving my left ankle to try and stand but it didn’t look like that was gonna happen for me. “Just got shot in my ankle. Kayce - what are we going to tell your father about him?” Kayce peaked his head over his shoulder seeing his older brother laying dead right beside us.

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nerdygaymormon · 2 months ago

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Hey, I'm a member of the church and enby. It's been rough ever since I came out. I'm still a teen, but all the talk about being sealed in the temple and God only creating men and women has really been hard. Do you have any advice?

First I'm going to address the idea that God only created men & women and then I'll follow that with some advice.

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The Bible states that “God created man in his own image, in the image of God created he them; male and female created he them.” (Gen 1:27)

God creates a person and calls it adam, which is Hebrew for “human” or “mankind.” Adam isn’t even necessarily male.

That the first person created in this story is a ‘human’ or ‘mankind’ is a big clue that this story is allegorical and meant to represent all of us. Adam and Eve are there to teach us lessons about the purposes of life.

One way to think of “male and female” is that these are the two options, God made the male and God made the female and that’s it. However, another way to look at this is one end of a spectrum and the other end of a spectrum, and everything in between, like when we use the first & last letter of the alphabet to mean everything, A to Z, or Alpha & Omega.

Biologists say that the idea of 2 sexes is overly simplistic, that actually it is a spectrum. Whether you’re looking at X & Y chromosomes, at genes, at hormones, at internal or external reproductive organs, or secondary sex characteristics, the reality is not as simple as either M or F.

Even the other parts of the creation which are presented as a binary are actually bimodal, meaning most incidences are concentrated around two ends of the spectrum but they aren’t the only option. For example, God made day & night, but there’s also sunrises and sunsets. God separated the sky from the water, but the sky has clouds which hold water. Separating the water from the dry land still includes marshes, bogs, & swamps where the water & land are mixed.

The binaries presented in the creation story are not binaries but spectrums, and are pleasing unto God. Why would we not expand that lesson to include other parts of creation, including people, especially since that fits what we find is the reality? Gender is a spectrum, sexual orientation is a spectrum.

These thoughts are from a post I made, click here to read the rest of the post.

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You are not alone, you are not the only one who faces this situation. Thank heavens we have the internet and ability to connect with others. It’s good to find friends who are nonbinary and Mormon because they’ll get you in a way that most others won’t. I’ve found interacting with other queer people really helps me feel better and normal about my own concerns and feelings.

You have claim to two great histories and legacies–LDS & LGBT+. Both the queer community and LDS church, in different ways, teach me about being kind and accepting others.

This church teaches that we’re each entitled to pray and seek revelation and confirmation. You can pray to ask if God loves you, all of you. You can seek confirmation for decisions on your path. Your Heavenly Parents love you as you are and for who you are. You are precious to them. Jesus loves you and offers the blessings of the gospel to you. His ministry elevates those who are on the margins.

We are that we might have joy! That is a beautiful teaching. Find joy. Take steps towards it.

Go slowly, or rather, I mean, at your own pace. You don’t have to run faster than you want as you’re figuring things out. In fact, I hope you can think of this as an opportunity for deeper happiness and more joy and meaning in your life. People who fit the binary have handed to them in what ways they should seek meaning & happiness, but you get to explore and learn much of this on your own.

Mormons have a lot of expectations regarding dress and appearance, but it’s okay to do things your own way. Want a short haircut, fine. Want to dye your hair blue, terrific. Want to wear pants, okay. Want to wear colorful shirts, do it. Want to wear bow ties & suspenders, perfect. Clothes are an example that much of gender is a social construct, clothes are not inherently gendered. If you don't fit the gender norms don't feel obligated to stick to the gender constructs.

I suspect 2nd hour is most troubling as it’s when Mormons segregate by gender. It’s okay to skip and spend time on the couch or take a walk around the building. If Sunday School is about a topic that is causing you stress, I don’t think forcing yourself to sit there uncomfortable is going to yield a lot of benefit. Don’t let the good you could be getting be swamped by the negative, find ways to remove or minimize those things that cause you trouble. Recognize it’s going to be complicated and frustrating.

Even things in the gospel that seem simple to others can be difficult for queer people. If something doesn’t feel right, don’t ignore that feeling. In those situations I ask myself these 3 questions — “Does that sound like me, do I resemble that remark?” — “Does this sound like the God that I know?” — “Does this fit with the great commandment to love one another?”

Being a nonbinary Latter-day Saint often means hungering, aching to the depths of your soul, just to be acknowledged, to have any of our theology reference you at all. One small thing you can do at church is simply saying 'a child of God' instead of 'a son or daughter of God.' Instead of praying, “Dear Heavenly Father,” try saying “Dear God” as a gender-neutral title.

When someone figures out they're nonbinary, things shift in ways they may not have anticipated. Be curious about yourself. For example, maybe you hated shopping for clothes, but actually maybe you just hated shopping only in the men's or the women's section because that's very limiting. Now the whole store is open, perhaps clothes shopping can be enjoyable as you get to express your gender in what you wear.

None of us comes forth from the womb fully-formed—we all grow, transform, and become. Those who are nonbinary get to do it in unique ways and I hope you, and those around you, appreciate the wonderful journey it is. Being nonbinary is not a mistake, it is not good or bad, it just is. You choose whether it’ll be a blessing or a curse in your life.

I wish you much joy in your journey of self discovery!

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starogeorgina · 1 year ago

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𝐖𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞

Paring: Hvitserk × reader

Warnings: None

1.01

“Whatever happens, my brothers will watch over you in my absence.”

Unintentionally, you pouted; you hated the idea of being apart from Hvitserk, but you understood why he was leaving with Bjon. “I can take care of myself.”

A mischievous smile appears on his face. “I know."

“I’ll miss you.”

“I miss you too.” Hvitserk brushes hair behind your ear before cupping your face. Sighing, he says, “I need you to promise me something.”

“Hmm.”

“Don’t get into any trouble.” Laughter passes your lips before you realize how serious he is. Hvitserk frowns. “I mean it. My brother’s always found a way of dragging you into problems that aren’t yours. I want to know my wife will be in one piece when I return to Kattegat.”

Your caring husband was being paranoid. You often found yourself between Ivar, Sigurd, and Ubbe’s spats, and almost always you took Ivar’s side. However, when it came to the sons of Ragnar fighting with others, you tended to stay out of it unless you felt it was absolutely necessary to get involved, or Hvitserk said otherwise.

“I will try my best, but I cannot make such a promise.”

Knowing this was possibly the last time you’d see each other for some time, Hvitserk kisses you passionately. You would truly miss him.

“Just behave while I’m gone.”

—

You sit on the dock beside Ivar, watching boats come in. Vikings from all over were coming to Kattegat to join the sons of Ragnar Lothbrok in seeking revenge for their father's death.

“Do you think Lagertha will join us?”

Ivar scoffs, “She told Ubbe she has many reasons to stay.”

You click your tongue and say, “Hmm, I suppose Kattegat is more important to her than a dead man.”

Ivar glares at you.

“What? I speak nothing but the truth. Lagertha had already lost Ragner, so she wouldn’t risk losing her throne so easily. You’ll need to find another way to convince her to leave Kattegat.”

The corners of Ivar’s lips pull slightly. “I say we kill her now. She will always be a threat to us, and at least then she will be out of the way.”

You pondered his words while twirling the knife in your hand. You understood his desire to kill the woman who stole his mother from him, but it wasn’t that simple. “If you kill her now, then a lot of the shield maidens in Kattegat will no longer join you in seeking revenge, nor will Bjorn. I say you get justice for Queen Aslaug’s death when we return.”

“So what? We just let Lagertha sit upon my mother's throne, free to do whatever she likes. She will stab us in the back as soon as she gets the chance.”

“That’s not what I was thinking.”

Ivar’s scowl turns into a smile. “I imagine whatever you’re thinking will not please my dear brother, Hvitserk.”

You raise your brow and nod. “It's a risky idea, but it might help us get an insight into what Lagertha is planning.”

As a child, you were brought to Kattegat to be a slave, but Hvitserk took a liking to you, and Queen Aslaug released you as a slave with the intent of marrying you to her son, which is exactly what you did. And ever since, you have remained loyal to Hvitserk and his family.

“I want Lagertha to think I’m on her side.” You drop your gaze to your feet, hoping that Ivar understands the reasoning behind your plan. “You, Hvistserk, Ubbe, and Sigurd will always be a threat to her, and so will any children fathered by any of you.”

“The legacy of Ragnar Lothbrok.”

“While my husband is gone, I’m vulnerable.”

Ivar scrunches his nose up and scoffs, “Don’t talk nonsense. You're one of the least vulnerable women I know; I’ve seen you fight before.”

“That’s not what I mean. Think about it. Lagather has already tried to befriend me multiple times.”

“She wants to manipulate you because she knows how much my brother values your opinion.”

“Exactly." You nod in agreement. “Hvistserk is gone, and if I were to fall out with you and Ubbe, then my loyalty may sway. If Lagertha were to trust me, I would be able to learn what her intentions are.”

Ivar claps his hands together and says, “You are far more devious than anyone who gives you credit. You have one problem, though; she wouldn’t believe you’ve turned your back on us so easily.”

“Not unless you give me a reason to.”

—

As planned, warriors who followed the sons of Ragnar did as Ivar asked and took everyone in the great hall hostage during a feast to welcome them. A sharp blade is pressed against your neck, preventing you from stepping any further.

You let out a loud gasp, “Let go of me.”

Ubbe stares at you wide-eyed; he’s surprised to see you on the opposite side of this. He opens his mouth to say something but closes it when Ivar gives him a cold glare.

They both turn their attention back to Lagertha, who has stepped down from the throne. Ubbe begins to circle her while raising his axe, and Ivar growls up at her with a blade in each hand. But before either of them can attack her, the doors to the hall swing open, and Bjorn enters. “If you kill her, my brothers, you’ll have to kill me too.”

Ivar looks up at him and says, “Maybe we should.”

“Shut up!” Ubbe hisses. “She killed our mother.”

In a calm tone, Bjorn says, “I know. You want revenge, and so would I. But more importantly, we have to avenge our father. That is why I came back. And that is what we are going to do.”

Lagertha tosses her sword to the ground. Furious, Ubbe and Ivar leave the hall. You twiddle with the threads of your dress, staring ahead, teary-eyed. Under your breath, you mutter, “Brothers.”

When Lagertha catches your eye and gives you a sympathetic look, you quickly turn and run outside, doing your best to hide the smirk pulling on the corner of your lips.

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the-magiarcheologist · 17 days ago

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What happened to Mr. Morganach?

I want to try to do something a bit different today. I usually come in with some in-depth analysis of some details in the game. There is an element of speculation to everything I post but I usually try to stick as closely as possible to some canon events/elements found in the game to deliver an analysis that is as plausible as possible. And there will be in-depth analysis today too! We will be having a look at Isidora’s journal entries.

But I also have a theory. It’s perhaps a convincing theory or perhaps a completely crazy theory, hard for me to judge at this point because I’m so deep into it! So I want to try this: we’ll start with the analysis. All very reasonable and based on facts. And then we’ll plunge deep into the harebrained theory and I’ll see if you follow me or not.

Let’s go!

(Also, a warning if you’re planning on clicking that "read more" button: this is a loooooong post. So be sure you have some minutes to spare!)

The Analysis

Ok, so, we find 7 excerpts from Isidora’s journal throughout the game and, if we read them all together, they tell a pretty clear story of where she went and what she did after she graduated from Hogwarts and how she came to be able to take someone’s pain away.

First journal entry

We learn that she is at a camp treating people suffering from the bubonic plague. This, in and of itself, is fascinating because this gives us a glimpse of how things were before the Statute of Secrecy went into effect.

We don’t know exactly when Isidora lived but the Hogwarts Legacy Artbook tells us the Keepers lived during the Tudor period (1485-1603), which is in line with them being around close to the creation of Gringotts (in 1474). Anyway, this means Isidora most likely lived a century or more before 1692, when the Wizarding World broke off from the Muggle world. And we learn here that, back then, muggle doctors and witch healers worked together to heal those afflicted by the plague!

What’s also interesting in this entry is that Isidora seems more worried about the grief and mental pain these people may be experiencing than their physical ailments that can be healed. (Although we know healing these physical ailments is not as trivial as she makes it sound considering how many people died!) And here she first introduces her meeting with a man that reminds her of her father and that she wants to help get rid of his grief.

She also mentions "the others are wrong." This indicates, to me, that even back then she had already talked to the other Keepers (not just Percival) about her desire to take away people’s pain using ancient magic and they had already told her not to do it.

Second journal entry

This follows directly from the first note. She is further debating whether she should help people with their psychological pain or not.

It’s interesting here that she mentions "I travelled to learn" and also mentions some research that she is doing. Is this research the reason why she came to this camp? Is she even helping heal the patients at all (physically healing them from the plague I mean, not the taking-away-pain thing that she’ll attempt later)? Or is she just a passive observer (hence why she feels so frustrated about not doing anything)? And if so, what is she observing? For what purpose? Or is the research she mentions something completely different than what she initially came to learn at this camp? She could have more recently started to research the possibility to take away someone’s pain, after experiencing all the grief from the plague.

All interesting questions but not something we ever get any answers about and not the focus of this post. What I take away from this entry, mostly, is that we also learn that the man mentioned previously, the one who reminded her of her father, just left camp. So he’s not under the supervision of other doctors or healers anymore. She also directly mentions wanting to help him. This is important for what Isidora will do next.

Third journal entry

Now this is the pivotal entry! The first time Isidora ever attempts to remove someone’s pain.

Re-reading these journal entries after I first finished the game, I though this note described what happened with her father, how she lost control of the spell and how he came to be the empty husk we see in San Bakar’s memory. Reading the notes in order again after some time, it’s pretty clear that this is not about her father. We will see further evidence of that in future journal entries but considering that the order of the entries follows chronological events in Isidora’s life, this happened during her travels, before she came back to Hogwarts and before she healed her father.

I think it only takes a minimal amount of connecting the dots to understand that this is Isidora attempting the pain-removing spell on the man she met in the plague camp who reminded her of her father. He had just left camp, was completely alone and unsupervised. She likely followed him and, with or without his consent, attempted to heal him of his grief. Of course, we learn here that it completely failed.

It worked at first and she did remove his pain ("I recall feeling a sense of euphoria as I watched the pain vanish.") but then she lost control of the spell and lost consciousness ("But then everything started to turn." and "The world floated back to me as if in a watery haze. How long had I been unconscious?") The result is that she completely emptied the poor man of all this emotions and perhaps even more (his soul? his spirit?) ("I only remember his eyes. Empty. Empty of sorrow, yes, but also – "). The way she writes "I only remember his eyes" even implies the man could be dead because, if he was still alive in front of her, she would not need to remember his eyes, she would see his eyes. Or perhaps he just left while she was unconscious. Unclear. It could also imply the spell had an effect on Isidora’s own memories (as well as her emotions: "I recall feeling a sense of euphoria as I watched the pain vanish."), giving her some amnesia episode which makes it hard to recall what exactly happened after she performed the spell (hence why she also asks: "How long had I been unconscious?")

We also learn that Isidora’s head hurts. She immediately supposes it is because she hit her head when she fell unconscious but it is just a supposition on her hand ("I must have hit my head"). It’s also likely her head hurts because she just attempted dangerous and powerful magic and it had an effect on her as well as her patient. Hence why she can "neither feel nor see a mark" because she never actually hit her head, the pain is caused by something else. Also, an important detail that, in my mind, confirms that this happened while she was travelling helping plague patients: she worries that her headache could be the plague (the "Black Death"). She would only worry about that if she had recently been exposed to it, ergo if this journal entry was written when she was still working in that camp.

Also, last detail I want to note, she says: "The world floated back to me as if in a watery haze." I point this out because I have another post I’ve been meaning to write for some time now about ancient magic appearing as water. We see ancient magic appearing as blue water droplets floating around the Keepers wands whenever they use ancient magic. Whenever the MC activates an ancient magic hotspot, it appears like water surging out of the ground. And when the MC crosses one of the ancient magic portals it’s like they cross a very thin watery film with little droplets following in their wake. All of that is a topic for another post but I just note the use of that vocabulary by the writers here.

Fourth journal entry

This is where everything starts to make sense. She says she had a breakthrough and finally understood exactly how to remove people’s pain without emptying them of all emotions. The key is that one must not use too much power but instead be very delicate in the application of the magic. This, to me, further confirms that the man with the empty eyes in the previous journal entry is not her father. She lost control of the spell with that first man and then worked to understand what went wrong and how to control the spell properly. She is now able to remove "the merest whisper of pain from just above the heart" which is what we see her do in all of the Keeper’s memories, including the instance where she applied the spell to her father. This is what she does to Niamh and, likely, what she did to the Hogwarts student she dragged down to the repository cave. We don’t know what harm this does to the people it is used on but it certainly does not empty them of all emotions.

And speaking of unintended side-effects, it seems that this spell, even much better controlled, could still be having some effects on Isidora’s own emotions ("I sensed a surge of peace myself, as though I knew instantly that what I was doing was right.") Although it is hard to tell what is the spell and what is just Isidora. We know this research means a lot to her and she is certainly very emotionally invested in succeeding in this so these could be entirely natural emotions. And yet, considering the strange effect inhaling that haze has on her later on and how it turns MC’s eyes red at the very end of the game, we should not discount quite yet that the spell may be doing something to the caster themselves.

I want to also again note the specific vocabulary used in several journal entries to talk about what she is extracting. "Whispers of pain." Is this a metaphor or is she hearing literal whispers? Whenever we see this spell used in the Keepers’ memories we do hear actual whispers along with it so I’m inclined to take this literally. And do you know where else one can hear whispers? Near any ancient magic portal (conjured by Percival and Charles in their trials) or any ancient magic hotspot! And the whispers heard may very well be "whispers of pain". Near the ancient magic portal, I and several other people agree we can hear a voice say "Avada Kedavra", hardly a joyous thought. And if you pause next to an ancient magic hotspot before activating it, you can hear two voices (who sound like children’s voices to me) and one of them sounds very much like moans of pain.

So is the source of the ancient magic used by the Keepers and the one we find existing in the world "whispers of pain" like the ones that Isidora extracts? And yet, ancient magic existed and was used by the Keepers before Isidora ever invented her pain-removing spell! Indeed in the memory of the Keepers using ancient magic to save Feldcroft from the drought no whispers are heard. Percival confirms directly to Isidora that there are different kinds of ancient magic (because the magic she saw them wield was : "a particular kind of ancient magic", implying there are other kind, and when he first sees her pain-removing spell be performed he says that "the traces of that magic are different from what I’ve seen before"). So, perhaps, the magic used on Feldcroft is different than the magic found in the inter-dimensional portals and the ancient magic hotspots. And yet that leaves a pretty big gaping interrogation along the lines of: why were the Keepers using the "whispers of pain" kind of magic when creating their portals?! We will come back to that but keep that in mind because it’s pivotal information!

Fifth journal entry

This is where she finally healed her father. And this happened after she had mastered the spell to avoid any complete mind-wipe.

Not much to say about this because we see these events happen in the Keepers’ and her own memories. I do find it interesting that she says that Niamh seemed to understand what she was doing. We harldy see Niamh’s reaction either in Percival or in Isidora’s memory but, from what little we see of her face during these scenes, she looks more wary than interested. But ok.

Also, to note that all of that likely happened before Isidora started inhaling the "pain haze" that escapes when the spell is done.

Sixth journal entry

And here we have it: she started inhaling the pain-haze!

And we’re once again faced with this question: is the ancient magic affecting her emotions and thoughts or not? This "sense of purpose" that she mentions feeling, it’s hard to tell if this is an actual effect of the magic or if this is just Isidora’s hubris and her convincing herself, when faced with the opposition of the Keepers, that the magic itself is giving her signs that she is on the right path, in a sort of cognitive dissonance effect. This sentience she attributes to the magic, is it real or is she imagining it? I don’t think we ever get a clear answer to that question in the narrative.

All of that is made even more complex to disentangle by the fact that inhaling the pain-haze also makes her magic stronger. I think this effect is real and not just an illusion on Isidora’s part. We can explain that by the fact that she is absorbing a piece of someone else’s raw emotion and we know that strong emotions felt by the caster makes their magic stronger. We see that happen several times with Harry in the books. So, when she inhales these strands, Isidora stews in other people’s emotions and that lends her magic power (but also likely volatility).

And lastly, another little "vocabulary" section: often when she refers to the people she is helping, Isidora calls them "souls", even in some of her earlier journal entries ("number of souls I have been able to help" and "I have the power to help these souls" in her second entry). Does that mean that her pain-removing spell is acting on people’s souls? That would certainly explain why this magic is so dangerous and why the Keepers fear it so much. We know that splitting any part of one’s soul is extremely dark and complex magic (Horcruxes) so removing any part of someone’s soul must be equally so…

And also, does that mean that our emotions are part of our soul? The way Dementors work tends to confirm that.

Seventh journal entry

The most interesting tidbit in this entry might be that we learn that the Keepers were already calling themselves "Keepers" before Isidora died! This contradicts the explanation they give to the MC. Here is what Percival says in the last scene in the Map Chamber before opening the way to the repository:

"You see, we could not destroy the strands of emotion Isidora had stolen from so many. So we did all that we could to keep them safe. "We also realised that until they could be destroyed, the magic used to create them was a danger to wizardkind. "Hence, we became Keepers. Keepers of an unfathomable secret. We knew that – some day – one with the ability to see traces of ancient magic might be seduced by its power."

This strongly implies that they became Keepers after they realized Isidora’s stored strands of magic could not be destroyed, so after they discovered the repository.

This could be just a harmless simplification on Percival’s part. They could have become "Keepers" shortly before Isidora’s death, maybe after Niamh learned that she was continuing her experiments and using Goblin Silver to store that sort of evil, dangerous magic. But then, it’s strange that Isidora knew they called themselves Keepers. Surely they would not have told her that they were forming a super-secret alliance to move against her! Did Isidora find out anyway? How? This is just another one of these things that does not quite add up about what the Keepers tell the MC. I wonder if there is something else they are "keeping"? Another magic-related secret they’ve been keeping for a long time and that they, at first, asked Isidora to keep with them (hence why she knew about the name of "Keepers") before she broke away from them. Maybe they are just keeping the secret of how to wield ancient magic (because we know it can be wielded even by those who don’t see traces of magic, so, logically, there must be a way to teach it even when it does not come naturally like it does to Percival and the MC).

And this is also where Isidora mentions she left a trail to follow (much like the Keepers later did with the portkey). This trail must be the entrance to the Undercroft that lies under her house, the tryptich and canvas pieces, her memories and her portrait. I actually have a lot to say about the trail Isidora must have left behind (and how the Keepers must have actually "stolen" a part of that trail for their own purpose) but I’ll leave that for another post. Though I will still note here that it’s interesting that she had already left this trail behind very early on in her life. She says: "I confess I have begun to wonder if I will ever find another in my lifetime with whom I can share this work." And sure. But, by all accounts, Isidora still had plenty of time before her at that point in her life. Plenty of time still to teach others her pain-removing spell, plenty of time still to find a worthy successor. So why was she that worried that her knowledge would be lost? Why create a secret path to her research right now when her research had barely begun? Did she know she might soon be killed or silenced? Sure, the Keepers had made it pretty clear they were opposed to what she was doing but had they threatened her? Did she know something else that she knew she might be killed for? Isidora’s paranoia is all the more striking because she turned out to be right! She would not get to live much longer.

From San Bakar’s memory we know what must have happened shortly after she wrote this journal entry: her father was found, emptied of all of his emotions, in their cottage. The same night, Percival found out that Isidora had been removing pain from her students. This convinced the Keepers to confront her. Percival attacked first (an Expelliarmus on Isidora) and, when retaliating, Isidora hurt Niamh. San Bakar then decided to permanently neutralize her when it became apparent that she was too powerful and might overpower both Percival and Charles Rookwood. The end.

...But I haven’t even come to my theory!

Ok. Here goes.

The Theory

What happened that night

There is one thing in this whole chain of events, an especially in light of my re-reading of Isidora’s journal entries, that does not make any sense to me: why was her father emptied of all his emotions?

We’re given to think that Isidora did this. This is certainly what San Bakar thinks when he finds her father and hence why he runs to Percival to warn him. And yet, with everything we know about Isidora, her motivations and her journey, I don’t think she could have been the one wiping her father’s mind like that.

First of all, I don’t think she would ever do that intentionally. She cared about her father too much. She wanted to see him come back to life, not become even more apathetic than before! And even if we suppose that a) she had entered a state of madness and started loosing control of the pain removing spell or b) that she became so obsessed with ridding people of their pain that she considered that wiping their mind of all emotions was the ultimate act of salvation from any negative emotions, then why did she not wipe the mind of the student she dragged down to the repository that same day? She says she is healing her students of their pain, Percival says she is using her spell on them. And yet, that student was just fine when the Keepers found them. Why would she loose control/abuse of the spell on her father, the person she cares about the most, but not on her students?

The only reason I can think of why she would wipe his mind like this is if her father had somehow turned against her. If he has started telling everyone around him that the pain-removing spell was a bad idea, then, yeah, maybe she would want to silence him. But that’s a big "maybe". We know she loved her father and all that she did, she did for him. It’s pretty unlikely she would turn against him like this.

But there might be another explanation for what happened to her father...

Ok. This is where we really leave "analysis" territory and enter into "crazy theory" territory. None of what I’m about to say is strongly supported by canon events in the game. It’s just a theory I have and you can agree or disagree but hear me out: another ancient magic user attempted the pain-removing spell on Isidora’s father.

We know from Isidora’s journal (entry 4) that this is a very difficult spell to control. What happened to Isidora’s father (empty eyes, empty of sorrow but also everything else) is exactly what happened to the first man Isidora attempted the spell on. In other words: what happened to Mr. Morganach is the work of someone that is a novice in the practice of the pain-removing spell. It cannot be Isidora. She had mastered that spell a long time ago and would have been even more unlikely to slip up with her father, considering how much she cared about him.

In fact, we know that until the very end of her life, despite all other forms of madness she exhibited, she still had precise control over the spell because she used it on Niamh and on her students without wiping their minds.

If we accept that to be true – the fact that someone else was using (and abusing) the pain-removing spell – then the list of suspects is pretty short: we only know of 4 other people that were able to use ancient magic at the time.

I don’t think it’s Bakar since he seemed honestly shocked when he discovered Isidora’s father. Of course, he could have falsified that entire memory but I think falsifying memories is something really hard to do and would usually leave some traces. So let’s take him off the suspect list for now. That leaves the other 3 Keepers. And that’s when Percival starts looking really suspicious…

It’s pretty much implied that Percival was the one to send Bakar to check on Isidora in her home. When Bakar enters Percival’s office he just says: "Isidora was not at her home," implying that Percival already knew he had gone there to look for her. And if Bakar reports like this to Percival it makes sense that Percival was the one that asked him to go check. Percival then says: "I’ve just learned that she has been wielding that magic on students." How exatly he knew that is never explained. Finally, Bakar says: "We must gather the others." So Bakar and Rackham had been investigating Isidora on their own, the other two did not know yet that anything was wrong.

Of course, there is the "innocent" explanation: Percival was looking for Isidora, perhaps to talk to her, but could not find her. He sent Bakar looking for her in the most likely location for her to be: her home. Percival, in the mean time, might have been interrogating her student to know where she was/what happened and that’s how he discovered everything. They then gathered the others and confronted Isidora, killing her to stop her madness. It’s still unclear how they even found the repository, though, again, it could have been the student who told them where Isidora was taking them to remove their pain.

But, if we go by the hypothesis that another magic user had just mind-wiped Isidora’s father (accidentally or not) while Isidora was not at her home, the story starts to look quite different. So let’s contemplate another scenario: Percival, for as-of-now unknown reasons, finds himself experimenting with the pain-removing spell he told Isidora not to use (making him quite the hypocrite). He goes to test it on Isidora’s father, either with the explicit intention to hurt him (we will explore later on some reasons why he would have wanted to do that) or just because he knew the spell had already been used on him so if there were any bad side effects, Isidora’s father would have already been suffering from them making it less risky to use the spell on him again than on someone else not suffering from any side effects yet. The spell backfires because it’s a very difficult spell to control and it requires practice. Now Percival knows he is going to be found out. He knows that as soon as Isidora gets home she might realize what happened (because of her extensive experience with that spell) so he puts his plan into motion: he goes back to Hogwarts, tells San Bakar that Isidora has disappeared and that he needs to go to her home to see if she is there. He knows Bakar will find her father and immediately think Isidora did this to him because she is already known to experiment with dangerous spells.

By that point, Percival might have already known what Isidora was up to below the castle (but he had not stopped her because, secretly, he was actually interested in knowing more about the pain-manipulation magic, hence why he had already been experimenting with it himself). Or he does interrogate her student in an effort to find her so he can move against her when Bakar comes back. Either way, Bakar does come back horrified by what he saw, suspects nothing of Percival’s involvement and Percival enrolls him to convince Niamh and Charles of Isidora’s evil so they can all go kill or subdue the only one who could possibly have exposed Percival’s lies: Isidora herself! Isidora being dead, Percival’s crime against Mr. Morganach is covered up and he gets away with it!

Now... I see the sceptical eyebrows raised! You might think that this makes as little sense as Isidora herself harming her father. There is nothing to support that Percival would have wanted to use the pain-removing spell. And I agree with that. But I would like to bring up the repository that sits under Charles Rookwood’s castle. Because what the hell is a repository doing there?

The Rookwood Castle Repository

I have actually already had this discussion with @superconductivebean who had some compelling arguments to explain why Isidora might have put a first test-repository under Rookwood Castle. Charles Rookwood likely wasn’t living in that castle at the time (the castle was already a ruin when the Keepers came to Feldcroft during the drought and Charles calls it his "former residence"). Buried below an abandoned ruin actually seems like a pretty good place to hide a magic repository you don’t want anyone to find. So, ok, this repository was likely built by Isidora without the Keepers’ knowledge (just like the Hogwarts repository).

But, at some point, the Keepers (or at least Charles and Percival) did find out about it. By the time they are creating their trials and their portraits to communicate with a future ancient magic user, they know about it! Charles Rookwood, talking with the MC in the Map Chamber, with Percival present, says about Rookwood Castle:

"Not only is it the location of the next trial, it is home to a source of power that would be devastating in the wrong hands."

And here is why this raised all kinds of alarm bells for me: why is the repository not as well protected as the one under Hogwarts?

This repository is not buried nearly as deep as the Hogwarts one is! Hence why Ranrok found it relatively easily once he had a vague idea of where to search. We know the Keepers cannot destroy the repositories but surely they could have moved it to a more secure location? Say, under Hogwarts with the other well-guarded repository? And if they could not move it then surely they could have devised other strong protections for it! Why not post a few of those pensieve guardians around? Another locked door that only opens to the one wielding a very special ancient magic wand? When we find that repository open, there is nothing to suggest it was strongly protected. No broken down pensieve guardian statues, no obliterated doors. It seems that repository was only hidden by a few stone wall in the Rookwood Castle basement. Sure it’s somewhere behind the door that open with the magic runes thing but those runes are activated by any old spell. And it’s just a set of doors, just one layer of protection compared to the many layers they put to protect the Hogwarts repository. None of this makes any sense!

To make matters worse, as @superconductivebean pointed out in a recent post (yes this post is in Russian. No, I don’t speak Russian. But I would encourage anyone to bust out the online translators to read these analyses, they are always so in-depth!) they left this repository just by the path to Rookwood’s trial! Even if it had not already been busted open, the chance that the one going through the trial would stumble upon it was pretty high. Why would they take that risk? Before going through Rookwood’s trial, the person doing the trials knows nothing of this magic and why they should not use it. So putting them on the path of forbidden, highly volatile magic is just stupid! This goes against everything else they do to ensure this kind of magic does not fall into the wrong hands!

@superconductivebean suggested (in a last ditch attempt to explain this madness! 🤣) that they might have left this repository here to act as a beacon to lure someone able to feel magic to Rookwood Castle so that they could find the Portkey and be set on the path. That’s a possibility. But it’s a very reckless one! Because someone did stumble upon this badly protected repository and did use it for the wrong means: Ranrok! I just don’t understand them taking this kind of risk.

Unless… Rackham and Rookwood were doing some secret experiments of their own on the "whispers-of-pain" magic from the repository.

Maybe Rackham and Rookwood did not want to lock this repository away like the other one because they were actually interested in that kind of magic. They took the risk of leaving that repository accessible in order to study (or even possibly use) it.

(Although, even if they wanted the repository accessible to study it, they could still have made sure the path to their trial was away from where the repository was buried, say… on the other side of this massive castle! This is still an inconsistency.)

'Whispers-of-pain" magic

So let’s talk about the "whispers-of-pain" kind of ancient magic I brought up earlier! This "whispers-of-pain" magic must be closely related to Isidora’s pain-removing spell. It’s the same whispers we hear during Isidora’s spell and near portals and ancient magic hotspots. And yet the Keepers use it! They use the pain-whispering inter-dimentional portals in their trials. And the pain-whispering ancient magic hotspots, were left behind by the Keepers! Charles Rookwood straight up says that these hotspots are:

"Evidence of the Keepers' efforts to manipulate the power of ancient magic during our time."

Speaking of evidence, that’s a pretty damning one against the Keepers! First of all we learn that the Keepers were experimenting on "manipulat[ing] the power of ancient magic" (something that, by the way!, they directly caution the MC against doing at the end of the trials!) but they were not trying to manipulate the power of any kind of ancient magic, this one is specifically the "whispers-of-pain" kind! I don’t know how to record video from the game so I can’t link some evidence of it but, really, go stand above an ancient magic hotspot before activating it and listen. Tell me you don’t hear the whispers! What were they even doing experimenting with that kind of magic? And what kind of experiments were they doing that left traces centuries later?

There is a possibility that these experiments were them trying to see if they could destroy or weaken the magic left in the repository. But then, why does Charles not say so? And why are the traces of these experiments all over Hogwarts Valley and the Coast, i.e. far away from where the repositories are? And why are they encouraging the MC to go and absorb them? It still does not add up.

We know that the Keepers can wield another kind of ancient magic: the one they use when they save Feldcroft, or even the one they use when building pretty pillars, which is not followed by any creepy whispers. In fact, if they wanted to create inter-dimensional portals, couldn’t they use the "crystallized stone" kind of space-bending doors? Like the ones Isidora uses on the mirror as entries to the Undercroft? No creepy whispers around those, as far as I can hear!

So when did the Keepers start using the "whispers-of-pain" kind of ancient magic? And I say "Keepers" but, really, I mean Charles and Percival. I don’t think there is any clear evidence of Niamh or San using the "whispers-of-pain" magic. There are no inter-dimensional portals in their trials and they are not present yet in the Map Chamber when Rookwood explains what the ancient magic hotspots are so it’s unclear if they really know about those or what they are. It’s just Charles and Percival! Always just those two! At the center of everything that does not make sense about the Keeper’s path! The only two Keepers that for sure knew about the repository under Rookwood Castle. The only two we know for sure used the "whispers-of-pain" kind of ancient magic in their trial in the form of inter-dimensional portals. And the only two Keepers that were present at the very end when finalizing the path for the MC to follow by hiding the container and leaving their memory in the Gringotts pensieve. Why were Niamh and San not present that day? Why always just those two?

And to all of this evidence, your honor!, I add even more!

Isidora's warning

Isidora wrote "Percival is hiding something" on the boards of the Undercroft.

Did she know that Percival was looking into the pain-removing magic he had forbidden her to use? Was Percival doing some other secret ancient magic experiments unbeknownst to the other Keepers?

Remember Isidora’s paranoia in her seventh journal entry? Her leaving a trail to follow, a path for others to learn as if her days were counted and she soon would be unable to pass on her knowledge herself? Well that would certainly explain that! If she knew some dangerous secret about Percival she might have feared that he would discover that she knew and come after her. Percival might even have mind-wiped her father as a way to plant evidence against her, and to give the other Keepers a strong enough motivation to move against her with him.

And, lastly, I bring to the stand: Niamh!

Niamh's warning

It always struck me that Niamh’s lesson during her trials applied just as much to the Keepers as it applied to Isidora. She says:

"But there is no light without shadow as there is no shadow without light. Simply because you can eliminate darkness does not always mean that you should."

Of course, we all understand how it applies to Isidora: she saw people suffering and sought to remove that pain (i.e., darkness) but did not anticipate the consequences of that. Because, as one of the writers for HL puts it: "If you take someone’s pain away, what do they feel? Can you really feel happy, then?" I think this is what we are supposed to take away from Niamh’s trial, as a first reading.

And yet, Niamh’s lesson also applies to what the Keepers did! There is no denying that ancient magic can be used for good, we see as much when the Keepers save Feldcroft from the drought using ancient magic. But when they saw ancient magic used for evil (i.e., Isidora using it to remove people’s pain without their consent, something that might be volatile soul-magic and that they think will have bad consequences and should not be done), what is their reaction? To take away ancient magic altogether! To seal it away, never to be used again by anyone! They removed the darkness entirely. But, as Niamh explains, without it the light (as in: the good that ancient magic can do) dissapears too! In that respect, in the context of the narrative of HL, Niamh’s lesson applies more strongly to the Keepers’ actions than to Isidora’s because we do not actually see any "light" that Isidora’s action has taken away. It is implied several times that taking someone’s pain away could have negative consequences but we are never shown these consequences. (The only negative effect we see is Isidora’s father’s complete mind-wipe but, in my theory, this did not actually happen because of Isidora’s actions). We are, however, clearly shown the consequence of ancient magic disappearing from the world because we have clear exemples of the good it could do (saving a village from a drought or all the protection charms that Hogwarts offers).

But what does any of that have to do with my theory? Niamh also says during her trial: "nothing is what it seems". She even says this two times! Once at the very beginning of her trial and once at the end when we are walking through the mourners before we get to her tomb. And, as I’ve already explained in that post, I don’t get what she means by this because her trial is actually pretty straightforward. There’s nothing hidden. There’s no plot twist or huge revelation. But what if she was trying to warn the MC about the Keepers (specifically Percival and Charles)? What if she had realized, at the end of her life, that Percival and Charles were hiding something? Or what if she disagreed with their decision to seal ancient magic away entirely and suspected they had hidden motives to do that? (Such as keeping all the power of ancient magic, including the "whisper-of-pain" magic, to themselves?) She might have been afraid to go against Percival and Charles herself (especially if she knew they had been playing around with repository-magic from the secret repository under Rookwood Castle and were therefore more powerful than her) so she instead tried to sneak a warning to the next person coming along with the ability to wield ancient magic, to encourage them to not take everything at face value and to not blindly trust what Percival and Charles were telling them.

(And if I add to all of this my theory that Niamh is a time-traveler, I argue that she could have come back in the future (after Percival and Charles had already died and could not interfere with her actions anymore) and actually modified her trial to include this warning to the MC.)

Concluding remarks

Okay. So, that was a lot I just unloaded here. Let’s take a step back a little bit. My theory is, of course, not the only explanation for what happened to Isidora’s father.

There is a possibility that Isidora’s spell does not immediately empty people of emotions but that it happens over time. Maybe the spell opens something, creates some kind of leak and they progressively loose themselves. Her father is the first person we see her use the spell on and maybe that’s why he is the first one to get the empty eyes. Perhaps Niamh ended up just like him after some time. Isidora may have hid what was happening to her father and she was already too far in to walk back or admit that she was wrong, even after realizing her spell was not working and basically killing those she wanted to help. It could explain why she gave into the madness towards the end. But that would mean that all the students she used the spell on also ended up completely empty of emotions. Surely, if a bunch of Hogwarts students ended up as soul-less husks as a result of Isidora’s actions we would have heard about it? The Keepers would mention it, if only to even more strongly illustrate the danger of Isidora’s spell. Or someone would remember that episode form Hogwarts' history.

It’s also possible that, even when well controlled, the pain-removing spell, when used too often, would still end up wiping someone’s mind. Isidora, seing that her father was not getting better even after she removed his pain (because what could her father feel once his pain was taken away? how to fill the emotional void of all the years he spent in deep depression?) just used the spell again and again, hoping each time for a different result, until it was too much, her father was completely gone and she succumbed to madness. But I wonder then why the writers did not explicitely state that this is what happened. This could have added to the emotional weight of Isidora’s tragic story. Why leave the whole thing so vague?

And even if we find an alternative explanation for Isidora’s father’s fate, that still leaves open all the other questions I brought up: the unprotected repository under Rookwood Castle, the whispers of pain heard in the Keepers’ magic, Isidora’s inscription, Niamh’s cryptic warnings.

But, I’m sure many of you will have other ideas about what could have happened and how to resolve all these little mysteries! So please do come and argue with me!

Tl;dr because that was a very long post: I argue that Isidora couldn’t have been the one to mind-wipe her father. She had already experienced loosing her grasp on the pain-removing spell and completely wiping someone’s mind and she had found how to avoid such a consequence and I find it unlikely that she would have relapsed like this, especially with someone like her father that she very much cared about. So I argue that another person who could wield ancient magic wiped Isidora’s father’s mind through a badly executed pain-removing spell and the one who had the strongest motive to do so is none other than Percival Rackham!

#hogwarts legacy #hogwarts legacy theory #crazy theories #isidora morganach #the keepers #percival rackham #charles rookwood #niamh fitzgerald #san bakar #ancient magic

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mujerarana · 4 months ago

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u/deadfuckingbird0427

AITA for telling my boss’ son his taste in literature is something he got from his mother?

(Asshole)

I'm only posting on this damn website because my fucking coworker refuses to work with me because of it and another coworker suggested I ask here. I hated the idea but the Dickwad coworker that refuses to work with me caused me to lose an important fucking deal I had pending because he decided to be a dick, so I want to just get this over with.

I (19M) was taking a break at work reading a book when my boss’ little demon son (11M) came in trotting around and demanded I stopped reading my ‘idiotic excuse for literature’ and help him with something I don't fucking remember and I don't care enough to remember. This pissed me off, but the fucking brat does this all the time so I just ignored him. He didn't give up immediately and instead just fucking stood there and stared at me for a moment before telling me in the haughtiest fucking tone that my Dickwad coworker (23M) had told him to come bother me. I didn't want to fucking deal with that guy getting on my ass about this later so I resigned myself to losing my break dealing with the brat. I set my fucking book down and asked the kid what he wanted.

Apparently my job title is fucking tutor now because the kid needed help with homework or some shit, and on top of that, I'm the only one with enough culture to know anything about literature in this goddamn workplace, so he was sent to me. Whatever. It was at least something I enjoy so I wasn't going to ditch the kid yet. Apparently he needed to pick a work from before the 21st century and explain its relevance to current culture. I asked what book he picked and apparently that was the trouble. He claimed he suggested a few works to his teacher and they were all shot down. When I asked which ones, he listed biographies and volumes of history books. I told him of fucking course they got rejected, he's supposed to use his brain to analyze a work of fiction and connect it to present day. The little brat scoffedat me. Which doesn't make me want to help the little shit. I'm losing my fucking patience at this point and I tell him that just because his mom has no taste it doesn't mean he has to follow her legacy. Hit a fucking sore spot apparently because the little demon said a comment about my own mother, my DEAD mother. I fucking flipped, of course. He implied shit about my fucking mom.

I told the kid that maybe his boring fucking taste in literature is the only thing his mom liked about him and that's why she left him at his dad's doorstep. He screamed at me that he was heir or whatever rich kids tell themselves to sleep at night, then he threw my fucking book at my head and got the fuck out of there. The Dickwad coworker found out and called me later to yell at me and tell me to apologize. I told him to go take a long walk into the harbor and hung up. Now he refuses to even fucking speak to me at work and sometimes even explicitly gets in my way. It's not even his kid I don't fucking know why he cares.

so AITA?

TLDR; my boss’ kid could dish it but couldn't fucking take it. Now it's my fucking problem and I wonder if I should've just shut the fuck up rather than deal with the dickwad shaped headache.

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Anarchyleague 15h

INFO: Did I miss how his mother factored into this conversation until you brought it up? Sounds like you already knew it was a sore spot and mentioned it just to start shit.

Beyond that, umm, yeah YTA??? You people would rather treat a child like dirt instead of helping them! He’s only 11, he doesn’t know better, but you’re an adult here. There’s a reason that young people don’t care much about literature anymore and it’s because people like you would rather spend time mocking them instead of being a guiding hand. I’d hate reading too if I was stuck around people like you. You could’ve been flattered that someone thought you were good enough with literature to help him. He shouldn’t have said anything about your mom but it sounds like you started it. And what did he even say about your mom? I’m getting some missing reasons from the way you don’t seem to want to share that, probably cause you know it wasn’t that bad. Also sounds like you do remember what he asked you to help him with since you spend the next paragraph explaining it. How’s he supposed to grow into a better adult if everyone around him treats him like trash? Not like he’s getting any good examples from YOU

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deadfuckingbird0427 OP • 5h Fuck you. ⋮ ↩ Reply ↑ -757 ↓

Indigo_lantern 15h

🚩🚩🚩🚩 The entitlement is strong with this one. NTA at all. It’s not your job to babysit your boss’s snotty crotch goblin just because he decided to procreate. Kid deserves a dose of reality for once in his privileged life. Not a surprise this family refuses to read but wants to exploit you to do their work for them. Report your boss to your local labor board, he’s not allowed to make you babysit on your mandated breaks or change your job title like that. Better yet make him fire you and then get a lawyer and report him for retaliating for refusing to do work not in your contract. Play stupid games win stupid fucking prizes

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Featheredass_sass 10h

ESH, the kid for sucking and you for telling your coworker to walk into the harbor when it sounds like he’s the only one here with a sense of job preservation. Yall sound exhausting to be around just quit at this point

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deadfuckingbird0427 OP • 5h Fuck you. ⋮ ↩ Reply ↑ -344 ↓

unibomberbuthot 12h

INFO: What did the kid say about your mother?

I can't possibly imagine anything that would warrant deliberate cruelty against your boss’ kid, but I'm curious if you lost your job due to a yo mama joke. You call the kid entitled but the only one that sounds entitled in this whole story is you. You antagonize this kid and then act surprised and enraged when he shoots back at your own mother. Either way YTA!!! I hope you get fired and blacklisted from whatever industry you work in.

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deadfuckingbird0427 OP • 5h Fuck you. ⋮ ↩ Reply ↑ -226 ↓

Deliriousseriousfam 15h

JAH

I cant believe people are getting mad at you for being upset about your break being interrupted by your boss’ little gremlin. Literally not your responsibility to help your BOSS’ KID with his HOMEWORK. Its so bizarre that these people seem to forget that when replying. Yeah maybe you were an asshole to the 11 year old but jfc i would also be a bit of an asshole if im taken out of my break to help with some entitled kids homework.

And not to mention your other coworker sending the kid to you ON YOUR BREAK and then getting in your business because you made the kid upset. Crazy that it wasnt your boss saying something and instead this nosy ass coworker ????

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Yarn_queen07242000 2h

knitting needles and a dream

I was going to say everyone sucks here but I saw OP replying to everyone that disagreed with him with “fuck you” so YTA . learn to take some criticism, you clearly can't even take it from an eleven year old

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deadfuckingbird0427 OP • 1h Fuck you. ⋮ ↩ Reply ↑ -98 ↓ Yarn_queen07242000 1h knitting needles and a dream point proven ⋮ ↩ Reply ↑ 123 ↓

deadfuckingbird0427 OP • 1h

The coworker who told me to post here told me there was no point in getting opinions online if I didn't provide any reasoning and just antagonized everyone. I don't give a fuck about any of you, but he's annoying me so I'll answer some fucking questions.

I brought up his mom cause I know her and I know she's the reason the little shit doesn't give a fuck about anything that isn't nonfiction. I wasn't trying to fucking start shit. You presumptuous assholes love assuming things.

And since everyone is so fucking curious, I'll tell you what the little shit said about my mom. He said (and I'm fucking quoting here): “Unlike you, I didn't need to immerse myself in fiction to escape the reality of a mother preoccupied with avoiding sobriety and being a harlot.” So yeah, I maybe poked at his mommy issues a little. Fucking SUE ME.

To everyone wishing I get fired or otherwise lose my job: They can't get rid of me unless they hire someone to take me out. I'm never getting the “karma” you self-righteous pricks seem to hope for. Sucks to suck, my ass is not getting blacklisted.

Last but not least: Fuck you.

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teentitanfan0765 40m Nightwing's hot ass Why the fuck does your boss’s 11 year old son know this information about your mother???? I can't imagine how that’s any of his business ⋮ ↩ Reply ↑ 88 ↓

gaybladerunner 33m I still dont see why you had to mention the kids mom that way or at all lol. it doesnt matter if you knew her your still an asshole ⋮ ↩ Reply ↑ 67 ↓ deadfuckingbird0427 OP • 30m *don't *kid's *It *doesn't *you're ⋮ ↩ Reply ↑ 75 ↓

grayson_thotdaughter 10m CALL ME. ⋮ ↩ Reply ↑ 45 ↓

temporalanomaly3346 5m This is so clearly rage bait and karma farming LOL op makes a clearly aggravating post then makes up details after the replies started settling. sure, i believe you and your alcoholic dead mom that your boss’ kid somehow knows about ⋮ ↩ Reply ↑ 13 ↓

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catocomet · 1 year ago

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i apologise for sending you an anon ask instead of replying normally, but it's about your post where you were talking about Click.

i wholly agree with you here. but, somehow, i don't know how people actually missed how truly strong this guy is. yeah, he looks tired, he has this quiet voice, but, boy, how many determination is behind this quietness! Click is so passionate about recording the morbid truth via photography that he puts it before his own life. look at "the best angle". that may be the last moment he was alive. this man is not even attempting to run, he's thinking only about the photo he's about to get. his head and hand are already bandaged - Click was most likely already injured - and he still continues to bravely look death itself in the face. look at his incantations, which are all most likely his memories. in all of them, Click gets the closest he can - just to capture the moment. just to wake people up using these photographs, so they realise the true cruelty of wars. people are already forgetting about the fact that the event he went through was more than real. his story is tragic, yes, but Click is truly morally strong - just as many others.

once again, i apologise for sending you an anon ask - and for my bad English. i'm only learning and i was a bit emotional while writing this.

1) your english is great. genuinely, it’s better than mine

2) you’re so right!!! i think it’s mostly because people don’t want to See that he’s a strong character. he has to be strong, or else he wouldn’t have survived long enough to take all of those pictures in the first place!! on top of that people tend to forget the reality of his situation; there were real people exactly like him! and i do feel as though it’s a bit of a slap in the face to their legacies if we don’t acknowledge how much Balls the work they did took

(ps anon i want to be your mutual soooooooobad)

#REAL!#EEAL!!!!#click reverse 1999 #reverse 1999 #history #photography #r1999 #click r1999

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pico-digital-studios · 2 months ago

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Into, Across and Beyond! Scripting: Far from Entitled

(Funkinverse by @robovoidfrog; moment inspired by the finale of No Straight Roads.)

During the events of Benjamin's Corruption encounter, he, Grace and Pico had managed to undo the vast majority of the damage that Lemon Demon had caused, and forced him to book it from Philly, never to be seen again. Though as they thought about what to do next, a familiar jester walked into the topmost tower of Daniel's private mansion, finally speaking proper English instead of Japanese.

Harvester: Oh, Dearest, Dearest…

Daniel Dearest: Robinson. Great…

Grace: Huh? You two know each other?

Harvester/Robinson: I told you before, Dan. You were perfect, your rock was unstoppable! But you decided to retire from your line of work and started taking easier ways out of bargains. Well, take a good look around you, hehe! Because your power has no place in this city, not anymore. New rhythm rules this land!

Daniel: Don’t flatter yourself too much. We saw the readings, and the energy output Ben and Grace have produced by this month is the exact same as my own.

Harvester: Energy output? Energy OUTPUT? Who cares about that?

Benjamin: Hey! WE care!

Pico: Exactly! After the virus first struck, it’s part of why we started the music revolution to dispel it!

Harvester: HAHAHA! No, what truly matters is that we get to see how wrong Mr. Dearest here really is!

Daniel: Eat dirt, you little shit!

The Harvester/Robinson sighed, turning his attention to Ben.

Harvester: Do you finally understand how bad you treated me, Ben? I used to be your biggest, number one fan! I supported you through thick and thin. A lot of people tried to kill you, but I stood with you. That’s how much music matters to me, and it’s how much YOU matter to me! And after we went through all that hardship, you now plan to take the easy way out? Abandoning your career? It’s an insult to… everything I believed in. You yanked my heart, crushed it… Threw it away like a piece of rubbish…

Benjamin, for his part, was barely phased by Robinson’s attempt to get pity from him.

Harvester: Did my loyalty mean nothing to you…? Not even a little bit…?

Benjamin: Okay, listen here, Harvester! I don’t give a DAMN about you, you understand? Only my friends deserve to get very close to me, not my fans I got from making music! And I especially do not like when people like you think you’re entitled to my attention and respect! No matter HOW loyal you are, you are not obligated to my time. I. Owe. You. NOTHING!

The Harvester snarled, clicking their fingers as a light flashed in the sky.

Daniel: What did you do, Robin?!

Harvester: I was… hoping to save this for a more meaningful day, but… no point delaying the inevitable, right?

Grace: Robin, what did you do?!

Harvester chuckled as what they did became ever clearer; a satellite had its orbit destabilised, and was headed on a direct crash course to the Mansion.

Harvester: See that? I’ve sent a satellite that Dearest’s company made to plunge right into this mansion!

Everyone was shocked that they were taking THAT measure to get back at Dearest.

Martha: Robin, you’d better call that off right now! Or so help me…

Harvester: Too late! The coordinates cannot be disrupted now. Oh, you should see the look on your husband’s face now. Complete and utter hopelessness. Now YOU know how I felt when your son-in-law ditched me! Now, come on, kids! Let’s evacuate this filthy building! Daniel Dearest’s reign of terror is no more!

Of course, NONE of the characters were planning on budging.

Harvester: Well?

Darnell: This is WRONG!

Harvester: What do you mean? This was Ben and Grace’s end goal, right? To end Daniel Dearest’s rule once and for all!

Benjamin: Yeah, but I never agreed for any of us to tear apart his frickin’ MANSION! Grace and Chris live here, too!

Harvester: Come on now! Have you forgotten about your fans I’ve seen? They all want you to destroy Dearest’s dark legacy! Remember, if you completely remove him from this landscape, you’ll gain total control over Philly!

Grace: Total… control? That’ll just lead us to repeat history!

Harvester: What did you say?

Benjamin: If any of us go down this path further, we’ll end up becoming the very thing we stood against from day 1… and end up doing EXACTLY what Dan was doing. I’ll end up being the new Daddy Dearest…

Benjamin’s eyes widened upon hearing himself say that, like a “Eureka!” moment came to him.

Benjamin: Wait! I’d end up being the new Daddy Dearest?! Holy crud! How come I never realised that?!

Harvester: Ben, you’re overthinking things! Eradicating everything Dearest stands for is the right thing to do!

Benjamin: Shut up, Robin! I’m not listening to you OR my toxic fanbase anymore! We need to stop this mess right here, right now! Grace?

Grace: Yeah?

Benjamin: What I’m about to do’s gonna be really dangerous, so I understand if you-.

Grace: Save your breath, Benji. I’m sticking with you to the end!

They smirked to each other.

Benjamin: Alright! Now, all we need is a plan of action!

Daniel: As it stands, we need to rally the people you’ve helped to have enough strength to repel the satellite and destroy it.

Pico: You got it!

Daniel: I’ll need some time to ensure the safety of my family and evacuate them from the building. While Ben and Grace are handling that creep, can all of you handle sorting things out around Philly?

Skid: You can count on us!

Nene: Let’s do it!

Harvester: None of you will succeed! Ben’s fans will make sure of it!

On cue, Daniel moved the elevator he and the others were using right back up to the tower, before waltzing over to Harvester and upper-cutting them to shut them up before going back down with the others.

Harvester: I didn’t want to have to do this, but because you’ve refused to quit, you’ve forced my hand!

Benjamin: Well, guess what? I’m sick of you and lots of others trying to kill me and trying to ruin my life, when all I’ve wanted is a peaceful life with my family and friends! This ends NOW!

Back in the present day, Benjamin looked at his now-non-social media-based smartphone while sitting on the balcony of the base for his Funkin' Gang, having closed down his social accounts as a sign that he was feeling the urge to quit music-making entirely.

BluBuni: Is something still on your mind, Ben?

Benjamin: Kinda, considering the whole "music" thing that each of us as -friends do. I saw over my time being the Boyfriend that the whole thing isn't all it's cracked up to be.

BluBuni: You... You're having doubts about yourself?

Benjamin: Well, it's mainly those who have heard my songs that I really feel worried about. So, er, you know how a lot of us Boyfriends are diagnosed with autism?

BluBuni: Yeah?

Benjamin: Well, after I got diagnosed with it, it put into perspective how hard it was for me to make friends before I started the whole music gig. Though, to be honest, I felt scared deep down after the diagnosis.

BluBuni: Huh? Why?

Benjamin: Well, I've seen that people have, and still are, discriminating against autistic people and claiming they have a disease that needs to be cured...

BluBuni: Autism isn't a disease! W-Why would they think that?

Benjamin: J-Just their sickening mindsets, I assume. The toxic side of my fanbase s-somehow found out about my autism, even though I posted nothing about it online, and t-took to personally attacking me f-for it... After I had to actually kill one of them for endangering Philly, I... I felt scared about taking another life like that... I-I'm just glad my family, Grace and Pico were all there for me during that t-time... After all the intrusions on my personal life, I... I've just wanted to q-quit making music entirely...

Blu didn't hesitate to hug Ben close.

BluBuni: Hey, it's okay, Ben. If you really want to quit out of making music, there's nothing stopping you. You've still got friends and family that'll have your back regardless. I can see you still want to help save the multiverse, right?

Benjamin: Y-Yeah.

He hugged her back, really appreciating the comfort.

Benjamin: Heh, t-thanks, Blu. I really appreciate it.

BluBuni: You're welcome!

She nuzzled his nose gently, which caused him to blush a bit.

Benjamin: We'll find our way to stop The X in his tracks and help Salty out. That I'm sure of!

BluBuni: Heh, yep!

Return Funkin' GF came upstairs.

RT!Girlfriend: Hey, guys? Sorry to interrupt, but we just got finished setting up the dance stage downstairs, if one of you wants to give it a test while Mix and B-Bot are researching on the X.

Benjamin: Heh, of course!

BluBuni: Count me in!

Benjamin: If anything works to help take my mind off of some rough stuff, it'll do!

RT!Girlfriend: Heh, I saw Grace was getting excited to do a duet dance with you on the game we got plugged.

Benjamin (blushing): S-She was?

RT!Girlfriend: Mhm!

BluBuni: I'll definitely join if there's a trio routine or two on there!

Benjamin: Sweet! Let's go! And... thanks for being there for me, Blu.

BluBuni: Hehe! Anytime!

They headed downstairs. Over in the computer room, B-Bot and MIX Boyfriend were running scans to identify a weakness in The X.

MIX BF: I swear, he got insanely powerful within only a couple of days. How are we meant to find a weak spot in him?

B-Bot: We'll figure it out. He's still not at an unstoppable level, so we should still have time! I just hope we're not too late in trying to help Salty out...

Amongst the data gathered, B-Bot was shocked to discover a canon event tied to Evan; his set-to-be demise at the hands of a menace resonating in a TV channel, Kirk Odd.

B-Bot: What even IS that thing? Urgh... Whatever it is, I won't let Evan have to face it alone!

He took the data and got ready to relay it to Benjamin later.

#sonic the hedgehog #sonic exe #sonic #sth #sonic fandom #spider verse #sonic au #sth au #spider man #friday night funkin #sonic into across and beyond #funkinverse #autism

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jukebox-arts · 1 year ago

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Two Weeks

A little thingy I started as a crossover of my Legacy AU and @garbagechocolate 's Truth Virus. I might continue as it's short and meant as pure angst, if that's desired; it'll go on AO3 if that's the case. It's not canon to my AU at all, but it does have Legacy-canon-compliant information that may or may not be relevant when the time comes~

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Overhead lights hummed, casting dirty yellow-white light across cement, tile and metal rebar and pipes, trying and failing to make the dirty underground service bay seem somewhat sterile but only managing to pick out every crack and spot of dirt in grimy, perfect detail. Normally, Parts & Service was busy and filled to the brim with techs and programmers looking for something to do during the day, but at this moment only two could be found operating the repair pod, the others long gone on daily tasks of some sort or hiding out of camera view to catch a smoke or pilfer uncollected fries from the warmers. Fingers drummed the service pod keyboard lightly–click-clack-clack–but never enough to press a key by accident. That was what rookies did. Contrary to the opinion of corporate, they were not rookies. They were not paid like rookies, and yet…

Yet.

“Are you sure we shouldn’t just wait for Phil?”

Balling a fist, the older technician slammed his fist into the desk, avoiding the keyboard altogether but still startling his coworker into biting his own cheek with fright.

“Owowow–”

He gave the younger worker a hard look, stilling their whining so he could speak, sharp and firm as a stroke of a key on the computer. “It’s a fucking patch for the new system they wanted the jester thing to test run.”

This was true.

“It’s from the server at fucking corporate, so it’s gotta be legit, right?”

This was also true.

“We shouldn’t have to wait for Mr. Espresso For Dinner to supervise us every fucking time the talking pipecleaner needs a spit shine”

Nervously, the younger technician nodded, then shook his head. “But Phil–” He stopped for a moment. “Mr. Mercer was extremely clear about us being careful with the theater unit after the–”

“I. Don’t. Care,” the older man cut in, face creased with angry lines and graying brown hair. “I’ve been working here almost as long as that junkrat in a trenchcoat. Just because he’s Reed’s favorite little dumpster fire he gets the head IT position, but I’m just as capable of working on the attendant as he is. I’m not a fucking rookie–no offense.”

“N-none… taken,” the younger man squeaked, unable to voice further concerns.

“Just get the fucking twink down here so I can get this done, will you?” With a sigh, the older man wheeled his chair to the desk and began to prepare the file for processing, grumbling under his breath. “It can’t be that hard to install a fucking patch for something that’s already in their system, it’s robotics, not fucking rocket science!”

“Let me guess.”

Sun fidgeted with his ray, fingertip flicking over the point rhythmically, eyes looking anywhere but into the acid-bright hazel eyes staring him down from behind unkempt brown-black hair.

“You didn’t stop them because Mason’s a jackwad and you didn’t want to cause more problems?”

Nodding, Sun’s fingers closed around the end of his ray tightly–a nervous reflex. Before he could do any real damage, a hand wrapped around his wrist, firm but not overbearing. It still got him to jump, gaze darting up in spite of himself to see the hazel gaze was less of a disappointed burning and more of a concerned flicker, one that knew well and good about his… ‘problematic’ tics that had been developing over the months.

“I’m not mad, Sun,” the man said, voice gentle as he slowly brought the jester’s hand down from his head. “Not at you two, anyway.”

Sun couldn’t help himself, the apologetic babble coming up before he could really stop it, “I’m so so so sorry, Phil! I know you’ve told us not to let them bully us, but the new employee was so nervous and we didn’t think it was a big deal, we just–”

Phil’s palms pressed into both of Sun’s cheeks, causing him to stop as the short human got his attention, face unchanging. “Sun,” he started, speaking slowly and firmly, “I. Am not. Mad. At you. Understand?”

Feeling his jaw quiver, Sun nodded; the hands left his face, turning to hold the man’s chin in thought as he finally broke eye contact. Quietly, Sun folded his own together at the fingers, trying desperately to contain the guilt he felt as he noticed the stirring in the back of his programming of Moon as the night unit tuned in from wherever it was he found himself during daylight hours.

“Is he mad?” the crackly voice inquired.

Sun knew only he could hear his brother but it didn’t offer any solace–it was upsetting, if nothing else. Wrong. Even after months, he still wasn’t used to it, finding himself turning to answer only to be met with an empty room. This time, though, he was acutely aware that Moon wasn’t there. That turning would net only a concerned gaze from their maker, Phil Mercer.

“Not at us,” Sun whispered back, aloud.

Phil’s gaze flicked to Sun at the sound, but he didn’t acknowledge it. He didn’t need to. Instead, Phil mumble, a bit loudly on purpose so they boys–the theater jesters both–would hear without needing to be direct, “That idiot can’t even set the time on a microwave without using wikihow. I could run diagnostics myself and see if it worked but Al’s already up my ass as it is and I don’t have time for a full sweep…” He sighed with exaggeration, folding his arms together.

Sun’s head was tilted curiously at the mutterings, his fingers fidgeting over each other rhythmically.

“Of course Mason picks this week to be a pain. The inconvenience can’t be helped.”

“We’re sorry–”

“Shush.” Rubbing the back of his head and neck, Phil came to a decision–he only hoped it wouldn’t come back to bite them all later. “How’s daycare duty treating you both? Any issues outside of the whole ‘Moon didn’t switch from theater to nap time’ thing the patch was for?”

With a click and whirl of his rays, Sun smiled, glad for something good to talk about--relatively speaking. “Oh, it was lovely! The children are so much fun to interact with! Such wild imaginations!”

A half smile crept onto Phil’s face under his 5-o’clock shadow. “Moon? What about you?”

Sun waited as Moon spoke, relaying his answer precisely while switching the voice setting to the blue unit’s default. “It’s different trying to make the little ones sleep instead of cheer or laugh. Keeping them up by mistake was… odd. But I’ll learn.”

“Well,” Phil mused, “hopefully you find it easier now but I’ll be honest, I don’t trust that patch corporate sent–especially knowing Mason was the one to install it.”

“I don’t trust that guy as far as we can throw him,” Moon muttered, earning a snicker of agreement from Sun.

Catching this, Phil asked, “What's so funny?” still grinning.

Eyes wide, Sun stuttered, “N-nothing! Moon just–doesn’t like Mr. Mason!”

Knowing how this game went, Phil pressed, “So what did he say?”

“It’s not that funny, really!”

“Then why’d you laugh, Sunny D?”

With a raspy giggle, Moon kept on in the back of Sun's mind, “I saw him struggling once to change the input source on the TV in the P&S bay when he pulled a late shift.”

Sun’s voice cracked with disbelief. “What???”

“Let me in on the joke,” Phil begged dryly, giving the tall robot a playful elbow.

“No no–stop!” Sun laughed, rays spinning while Moon dropped more little things about the man named Mason and his prevalent skill issues; if he could cry he’d surely be in tears from laughing, between the snark of his brother and the amused ribbing of his friend on either side as Phil started piling on his own observations of the tech’s mishaps. “Please, this is so mean!”

“You’re feeling better though, right?”

The others stilled, giving Sun a chance to catch his breath so to speak. “I… am, yes.”

“Good.” Phil gave his back a pat. “So listen carefully, alright?” Sun nodded, feeling Moon’s presence close in as he leaned in to hear. “I’ve already got a bunch of things to go over and finish up for you guys for this new trial run they want you two to do. I’m going to work on my own fix for the default program issue but I can’t install it until I’m back.”

Sun’s rays retracted just a hair, giving off a series of clicks that gave away his sadness as he clamped his hands against them with embarrassment. “Ah!”

Phil’s brows raised in a sympathetic arc. “I know, I wouldn’t leave it be like this but Emilia’s…” Without meaning to, Phil’s voice trailed off for a moment, his mind going a thousand miles away briefly. “She’s having a rough trimester.”

“Oh no.” Carefully, Sun’s hands grazed Phil’s shoulders, attempting to comfort the man . “Of course, of course! You can take time for Mrs. Mercer as much as you need!”

Phil gave the lanky robot’s hand a grateful pat. “Appreciated, Sunny, but I still have a job to do. I’ll be home for two weeks and I’ll come back with all kinds of things to clean you up and make you the best daycare attendant those chucklefucks at corp–”

“Phil, language!” Sun blurted, catching both of them by surprise for a moment.

After a second of seeing Sun’s shocked face, rays retracting with embarrassment, Phil let out a deep laugh. “Well, it’s already working so that’s a relief!”

“Can we do that to all the adults?” Moon wondered quietly, a devious feeling creeping into Sun’s mind of how his brother wanted to abuse that feature for his own amusement. It was admittedly tempting with the way some of them talked.

Exhaling briskly, Phil got the pair’s attention before they could get caught up with mischief planning. “Do you think you two can handle me not being here for that long?”

“We should." Sun hoped saying it would give him some confidence in the idea.

“Can you promise me not to be too agreeable with the new guys and keep your butts out of P&S until I get back?”

That one would be harder. “W-we can try. The kids…” Images of the last few days flashed through Sun’s active mind–colorful paper, sliced apples, pillows soaring through the air–and glue.

So.

Much.

Glue.

“You are too new to this to have that look of ‘back in ‘Nam’ already, Sun.”

Sun blinked and came back to the present, grin shaken but not gone. “It was just a lot! Great, but a lot! We can handle it! The helpers are very good at keeping us ready to go!”

Moon mused, “Especially Nana,” which made Sun’s smile change from nervous grin to gentle curve at the mention of the older woman with curly, gray hair and too many bracelets that insisted on everyone, even the staff, calling her ‘nana’ or ‘granny’ despite none of the kids in the daycare being her family by blood.

Phil observed all of this quietly, taking note of Sun’s expression and how he tended to look off to the side whenever Moon spoke. Despite being unable to hear the entire exchange, he had some idea what they were talking about; nothing those two did went unknown to him for long, even in spite of their best efforts to hide some of their hiccups from him at first. If nothing else, he was glad they could still talk to each other actively. I’m glad those mooks in the office are still afraid of the big bad OSHA man, he thought to himself smugly, thumb twitching against his forefinger.

With habitual movements, the messy haired man pulled a sucker out from somewhere in his pocket, peeled the wrapper off in one graceful tug and popped it in his mouth–he grimaced as the sour tang of lemon-lime graced his tongue. Peeking at the wrapper, he saw a small green gator-shaped icon stare back at him. Of course it would be Gator Blast.

“Phil?”

Said man glanced up, realizing the yellow jester had finished his aside in time to see the face Phil pulled at the bizarre flavor of Faz-pop he’d managed to fish out. “Hm?”

“What’s wrong?”

Rolling the candy to his cheek, Phil grumbled, “Monty’s lollipop flavor tastes like plastic and battery acid.”

Horror and concern flickered through Sun’s optics. “Should you be eating that??”

“Too late now.” He checked his watch quickly and made a displeased sound in his throat. “I’ve gotta go wrap some stuff up before Al starts in on me, promise me you two will be careful.”

“We promise!”

“I’ll see you in two weeks. Moon.”

Sun felt his brother’s awareness lean in again just as he was recoiling to whatever mental corner he claimed for himself.

Brow raised as he placed a hand on the daycare exit doors, Phil stated, “Behave,” despite knowing full well it wouldn’t be obeyed for very long. Waving politely, Sun affirmed on Moon’s behalf that he would, indeed, behave as much as possible–Moon himself made no such claim but chose not to argue the point for the moment. No, it would be more fun later to bring it up if and when Phil eventually found out he was not, in any capacity, behaving himself.

With the daycare functionally empty now, the yellow attendant set about checking his new and improved To Do list. Equipment and playsets loomed above him, one of the few things he found that could make him feel small–and hesitated. They still were not used to sharing a body, never mind the bizarre sensation of action overrides that happened on occasion when one of them felt too strongly and it overtook the other’s priority listing, but this one Sun had gotten familiar with. Though he himself didn’t have any issues with the bright plastic tubes and tangled nets that so many kids--and himself-- loved to scramble and climb over, he knew his brother had some… lingering hesitations about them.

For good reason, he knew, despite having been assured Moon wouldn’t remember the details, yet it didn’t stop the lunar unit from the occasional fear response whenever either of them found themselves looking up at the bars and bridges too long. Gently, Sun murmured, “Moon?” just loud enough to get his pair’s attention and snap him out of his trance–immediately, Sun felt his knees relax and motion return to him.

“Sorry, Sunny,” he heard back after a moment.

Carefully, Sun picked his way across the daycare floor to the great glass wall that enclosed the play area; there was a spot they knew where the shadows on the other side made the glass just a bit more reflective, allowing them a murky look at themselves if they stood in just the right spot. For a moment, Sun saw only himself staring back, red frill laying neatly around his neck, eyes bright and baby blue against his yellow and gold facial mold; he blinked hard and was not surprised in the least that when he look again, what stared back was a red frill laid under a blue cowl, navy and gray features replacing his own as grayed eyes peered back from the glass. A quirky little feature that had taken getting used to, but Phil never passed up on a chance to make things a bit easier on them, even when corporate threatened him with termination for making ‘unsolicited upgrades’.

Guilt crept through Sun’s circuits as he met Moon’s gaze in the glass; part of him was glad Phil hadn’t manually swapped them out to see for himself, but the betrayal of trust was almost too much for the yellow jester to bear. Feeling this, the reflection of Moon’s face creased with concern–he couldn’t touch his brother physically, but Moon knew he could be heard regardless. “You could have told him,” the night-colored bot said gently.

Sun started, “Its–” but hesitated, unable to maintain eye contact with the reflection. “I’m sure it’s nothing major. Mr. Mason isn’t the most… careful with us, and Phil has enough to deal with. You heard him, Mrs. Mercer isn’t feeling well and she’s having a baby–!”

“Sun.” Moon’s voice was firm, cutting off the tirade of excuses before it could get out of hand. “You’re doing it again.”

“I’m sorry.” With a start, Sun realized he’d grabbed onto one of his rays again while talking.

“Why do you do that?”

The barest hint of a shrug moved Sun’s shoulders. “Maybe the same reason the playsets make you freeze in place?” Sun’s brow furrowed. “I–I’m sorry, I…”

That hadn’t meant to be said aloud.

Moon seemed just as confused as Sun felt, thankfully, his brow an exact mirror of Sun’s, bunched in confusion at the odd vocalization. “It’s… fine,” he eventually managed to say, shaking his head. “I don’t mean to do it, I just…”

“I know.” Standing straight, Sun brushed imaginary fluff from his collar, attempting to make himself ‘presentable’ in an effort to get some kind of control over himself. “And you’re right, I should have told him about your eyes, but if he’s going to give us a big system clean-and-polish when he comes back, we can wait until then. Right?”

Their gazes met in the glass again.

Moon closed his eyes briefly and nodded. “It’s probably just Mason being clumsy, nothing major. We’ll tell Phil once he’s back. Mrs. Mercer needs him more than we do right now.”

“Exactly!” Turning quickly, Sun moved away from the glass, no longer able to maintain a sense of ease while his brother stared back with the empty, gray eyes that didn’t belong to him. “Today’s list has something new on it–” Pausing, Sun raised a finger in thought. “I don’t know where they keep the disinfectant.”

“I hope it’s not behind the desk.”

“Me, too!” Set about to find the elusive chemicals, Sun didn’t dare to check the glass again. At first, he’d hoped he'd been wrong when they chatted after the patch update and he thought Moon’s eyes were off somehow, but then a worker commented on it.

“Why are his eyes gray?”

Thankfully, by some miracle, that tidbit hadn’t gotten back to Phil yet.

Not that it made it feel better in Sun’s coding when he was met with empty gray irises any time he used the glass or a mirrored surface to see his brother.

Moon’s eyes shouldn’t be gray, he told himself fretfully.

They should be yellow.

#security breach #robot #security breach au #sundrop #legacy au #moondrop #fnaf sb #garbagechocolate #truth virus au #truth virus #angst #this isn't going to be fun for anyone

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ava-core · 9 months ago

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I HAVE FOOD TO BRING!

let’s talk about Craig Boone, and my Courier Six: literal sixth child of a sixth child, ex-Empire of Shi golden child, grizzled, haunted-at-23 May Bells (not her real name, of course.)

(i want money to commission them together PLEASE..also you like angst? you like new beginnings? a couple who don’t realize they love each other? YOU LIKE WONG KAR WAI’S IN THE MOOD FOR LOVE?! you’re in the right place!)

firstly, May Bell’s already got a fleshed-out backstory—but I want to make another post for that, so that’ll have to wait!

all you need to know is that May is difficult. it’s what a difficult life does to you, after all; in broad strokes:

she was born in the Empire of Shi, with parents both influential in the spheres of its government and upper-class society.

her father wanted her to be the heir of his scientific legacy when he realized his two sons were incompetent (not even bad people—he just had extremely high and stifling standards: calm, intelligent, obedient. May only hit the Intelligent mark with that 9 INT stat and was naturally a genius, her tag skills being medicine, melee, and science.)

when she didn’t meet the mold of her father’s expectations, it coincided with the fact that her eldest sister got pregnant by a poor merchant’s son.

her father went berserk, killed everyone in the house except for May and her oldest brother because they were out. this incident happened when she was 17.

May and her brother were tried (mother deemed insane to stand trial) and her brother ran away. May was found guilty because of public clamor, but she managed to escape out Shi and never looked back, working as a mercenary in the California area—using Shady Sands as a base of operations for a few years—before eventually getting that damn courier job.

yes, these are broad strokes. who wouldn’t be haunted?

now, take all of that baggage and give it to a half of an extremely combat-capable duo, the other half of which is convinced he’s only destined for bad things because of all the misfortune that’s happened in his life. both have seen the horrors of death and the loss of life, as well as having a hand—direct or not—in the loss of their loved ones and family, having no power to stop it from happening.

what happens when they realize they realize they’re falling for each other?

it makes for a tragedy in origin, of course.

i originally wrote May independently, as opposed to my usual process of making a character in consideration of someone i want them to end up with, and encountering Boone in Novac as May just made it all click.

they would work so well together: Boone filling in the gaps of May’s small frame and 5 STR stat (she’d like for it to be 8, but alas) and May serving as his new partner as two snipers.

that’s the thing, too: May, for all her inability to be sociable (always had a grumpy expression on her face, quick to dismissive sarcasm and is generally unlikeable upon first impression because she masks her loneliness with being an asshat), finds it easy to care for Boone. She levels up her Survival skill to cook him food. She uses that high Medicine to patch him up after he runs into a pack of Cazadores guns blazing. She always gives him extra smokes, ammo, and the occasional bottle of Nuka-Cola.

in his own way, Boone cares for her, too. she always has a First Recon sniper watching her back behind her. He always takes care of enemies before she can even see them. He takes longer watches when they rest so she can sleep (after a lot of protest). Hell, by Honest Hearts, he watches her sleep just to see her breathing and alive.

And the fact she helps him process Bitter Springs, supportive but not overbearing? The fact that she knows his secrets, and cares for him anyway? it hits him where it matters.

this journey May’s embarking on and the dynamic they’re building reminded me of something as i was looking for inspiration for her story (Asian media): Wong Kar Wai’s In the Mood For Love.

if you’ll remember, Mrs. Chan and Mr. Chow only fall in love because they knew their spouses were cheating on them with one another. it all clicked so much, i’m telling you: what started as an agreement to find who sold Carla eventually led to the both Boone and May trudging against the harsh winds of the Mojave, realizing they had one person they cared about more than themselves—and to the both of them, it was nothing if not dangerous, given how self-depreciating and burdened they are with their past.

but who’s to say they won’t heal?

it’s the possibilities of their relationship that keeps me going, honestly: they’re so perfectly made for one another, and deeply care for one another, but they can’t see that, and it infuriates the people around them: Veronica, Arcade and Raul especially (who becomes May’s close friends) who sees this tension so palpable it wouldn’t have made a difference if Boone bent May over on a roulette table in the Tops and went to town with her knowing she’d let him anyway. that’s how well their chemistry works.

i’ll keep on exploring this, but god, the way the stars align for them even in my writing!!! i will be back for this it’s a PROMISE

#craig boone #fnv boone #fallout new vegas #courier six #fallout #fnv #in the mood for love #veronica santangelo #fnv veronica #arcade gannon #fnv arcade #raul tejada #fnv raul #I LOVE YEARNING WHAT CAN I SAY #and the fact boone hasn’t felt physical desire until he sees may in formal wear OOH #good FOOD!

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lgcmanager · 2 years ago

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TRAINEE MISSION 014

SCHEDULE TYPE: TRIMESTER ( PART 1 OUT OF 1 ) SCHEDULE RESTRICTIONS: Cannot be paired with another trimester schedule, unless stated otherwise. for reference as to whether your muse is eligible for this event, please click over HERE.

the days after the project origin musical were rather quiet as the trainees went about with their everyday schedules. it wasn't until THURSDAY, JULY 13, when most of the trainees were called to meet at the auditorium.

based on the previous terms, one would have expected SEO YOUNGJAE to make an appearance, but many trainees were left in confusion as they see REO KANGDAE, head manager of lgc creatives and currently the one behind many of the songs released by the company. it’s evident on his face that he’s lacking some sleep, but who could blame him when he and his team had spent the last couple of months releasing song after song from various lgc groups?

“hi, so some of you may not know me but i’m REO KANGDAE. YOUNGJAE has been called to an urgent meeting so i was told that i would be announcing some important news for you.” he hesitated over the thought that he was only assigned such a task because he would be one step closer to getting his well-deserved vacation. “since project origin the musical has been a success, the coaches and the higher representatives decided to reward all of you for your hard work. later tonight, all of you will be packing up your belongings because we’ll be going on a cruise.” he pauses to let out a yawn before repeating his words. “yes, on a cruise. one of the staff members’ brother works in the cruise industry and was able to secure us a cruise ship to rent for two weeks. since it’ll only be mostly the legacy staff and the trainees, we’ve adjusted all of your schedules so that you can still attend, get some practice in, and rest too.”

staring at all of the trainees, KANGDAE warned them, “i’m aware that it was a stressful time for some of you in the past few months so if you want to enjoy this vacation a bit longer, don’t cause any trouble, alright? you know the rules, don’t break them unless all of you would like a repeat of the past and see LEE HYEMI again.”

another staff member arrives and begins handing out all of the important files that the trainees will need for their trip, including their itinerary. there is a lot of information regarding the itinerary, so you can click over HERE for all of the details.

as listed on the document, there are TWO days when the trainees will be at sea. during this time, they will be given a chance to head to one of the rooms where they can record their own reflection vlog. in the video, they get to talk about their thoughts, feelings, and experiences during the trip. the video can last anywhere between 5 minutes to 20 minutes depending on what the trainee has to say, but ic wise everyone would have gone through this regardless if they did the writing component for this.

after this trip is done, all of the trainees will be resuming their regular training schedules. with the writing requirements, this will be the only one for the term and while the deadline for it is earlier than usual, trainees will then be working on FAMILY CONCERT 2K23 after the deadline for this has passed.

WRITING REQUIREMENTS

SPECIALIZED WORKSHOPS: write a 4 replies ( minimum 8 lines ) thread with another trainee about anything related to the workshops that they are participating in for +10 POINTS IN SINGING, DANCING, RAPPING, ACTING, KOREAN, JAPANESE, OR MANDARIN !

VACATION TIME: write a 4 replies ( minimum 8 lines ) thread with another trainee about anything else not related to the workshops ( visiting the landmarks, formal dining, free time, etc. ) for +8 POINTS TO DISTRIBUTE ANYWHERE and +2 NOTORIETY !

REFLECTION VLOG: write a 300+ word solo about your muse reflecting on their feelings, experiences, and lessons learned from the trip for +6 POINTS TO DISTRIBUTE ANYWHERE and +4 NOTORIETY !

make sure to use the hashtag lgc:traineemission for the tasks. you have until AUGUST 12, 2023 at 11:59PM EDT to complete the requirements and validate your points. please submit the following form ONCE on the points blog.

MUSE NAME ∙ TRAINEE MISSION 014 - SPECIALIZED WORKSHOPS: +10 ( singing, dancing, rapping, acting, korean, japanese, OR mandarin ) [ LINK ] - VACATION TIME: +8 ( skill points distribution ), +2 notoriety [ LINK ] - REFLECTION VLOG: +6 ( skill points distribution ), +4 notoriety [ LINK ]

#lgc:event #lgc:q32023 #lgc:traineemission

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countrymusiclover · 2 years ago

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109 - Always and Forever Lives On

Gemini Runaway

@icefrye19 @secretdreamlandmentality

Check out the Legacies sequel on Wattpad called - Family is More than Blood 😁❤️

Standing out on the balcony overlooking the city I sighed heavily. The wind was blowing my hair all around where I brushed some of it out of my eyes. I will always remember the first time we came to this city together. Even though Marcel wanted to hurt me before he knew I was pregnant. I wouldn’t change any of it….or at least I thought that until my daughters were declared dying from magic. I heard footsteps coming outside but I didn’t turn around. “Marcel talked with Davina and he talked with Elijah. They’re dying. The girls have veins over their backs now.”

“They can’t die, Nik. I refuse to let anything bad happen to them. So what are the options we have? Because I am not going to just stand around and accept the fact that they are dying!” Finally turning my head in his direction I met his blue eyes that had tears welling up inside.

Klaus reached forward placing his hand over my smaller one and I slumped my shoulders. “Don’t think for a moment that you are alone in this. I will tear the world apart to make them happy, protect them, keep them safe and loved.”

“I know that you will but we need a backup plan. We can’t just let them just die. We have fought too hard and too long to get to this point in their lives when they are so young.” I sniffed through tears when he squeezed my hand in his.

Running my thumb over the ring on his left hand I watched his next words. “Rae, we fixed this once before when we siphoned it out of Andrea. We just need to find someone else to put it into someone else. Perhaps Aurora in the basement. All we have to do is stake her in the heart and it’s gone.”

“Not in hell, Niklaus! That woman needs to stay right where she is for what she did to Cami. I do agree that we need to siphon it away but Alina and Missy won’t do it for us willingly this time.” I huffed, dropping my shoulders.

Nik clicked his tongue leading me down the stairs and into the dining room seeing all the other Mikaelson’s. “Marcel, tell her what you found out at the church last night.”

“I went back to the church to help my guys get rid of the dead vampires and I found there was one human there late. And he was dead.” Marcel was standing behind Rebekah who was sitting down.

Covering my mouth with my free hand I gasped. “She’s gonna turn tonight on the full moon.”

“Marcel said that the dark magic is killing our nieces. So Nik, Rae, please tell us you have some magical miracle to save their lives.” Kol got to his feet and I could see that he was actually concerned for them, and not in a joking manner.

Rebekah sent me a weak smile with her hands together. “Have you thought of consuming the magic from them like you did with our mother’s magic?”

“”I have, Bex. But we’ll need to ask for help from the other living siphons we know.” Clasping my hand together I removed my hand from Nik’s.

“Because Alina and Missy will keep the magic inside them so terrified that our family will break if anyone else takes the magic from them.” Klaus added on.

Someone came down the stairs cutting off my next sentence. “The plan that I have is that we can put the Hollow magic into the-“

“I’m already ahead of you, Raelyn.” Freya reveals the white oak stake from behind her back. “But I have to ask once it’s inside the stake what exactly is the next step?”

“Someone will kill me with it.” Everyone turns their hands quickly in shock seeing Elijah standing in the doorway behind me and Nik.

Klaus got in his older brother's face. “Give me one god damn reason you think you should sacrifice yourself, brother!”

“Everything that is happening to the girls is because of me.” He responded.

I tilted my head trailing off. “Elijah…”

“No Raelyn, it’s true. I took away my memories because I knew that I would try to reunite our family when it was a threat. And then they got taken. I…will never forgive myself for Missy turning into a heretic so young…Alina triggering her curse….and Hope doing the same. So once you put the magic into the stake let me take it out of this world for good.” Elijah dropped his hands at his sides and I could see heavy tears in his eyes.

Stepping around my husband I grabbed Elijah’s shoulders making him look me in the eye. “But then they’d feel responsible for you sacrificing your life. Trust me, Elijah. That is a pain that will haunt them for the rest of their lives. So don’t do this…we will find another way to use the stake.”

The front door opens and we see three vamps enter the room before Cami enters the conversation with Jaocb and Hayley. “Sorry we’re noisy but why can’t you just put the stake into that world with your psycho cousin?”

“Since we know that the Mystic gang managed to put him away in another prison world.” Hayley points out holding Andrea’s hand in hers.

My twin nods in agreement towards Freya. “Then the power would be gone for good and Kai can’t ever escape from there again. It sounds like the perfect plan to me.”

“We just have to convince Caroline and Alaric now.” Klaus walked over to Freya holding his hand out for the stake.

She placed it in his hand where he slid it into his black jacket. “Good luck to the both of you then.” He offered me his hand and we headed downstairs while Elijah went and woke the girls and Henrik telling them we were heading to Mystic Falls.

The kids stayed with their uncle while we found Caroline giving another tour until she pulled us into a private room locking the door. “We need your help, Caroline.Our girls are dying. They consumed the dark magic and now it's consuming them. Hope won't survive tonight's full moon.”

Caroline knits her brows. “She triggered her curse?”

“Basically it goes like this: Alina accidentally killed Missy. She became a heretic. Alina triggered her curse out of guilt and is now a werewitch. They took the power back and we tried to help them but now-“ I ramble off looking at my husband.

Caroline made a noise in shock. “Uh, I thought that the Crescent wolves could control their transformations.”

“Not the first one. It's a rite of passage. Unavoidable.” He told her.

She shook her head. “Well, what do you need from me?”

“I need a very rare type of witch from the Gemini Coven.” Nik stepped closer to her finally meeting her gaze.

“You can't be serious.” She crossed her arms over her chest.

Putting my hands together I begged her knowing that I didn’t want to endanger Jo’s daughters but there was no other way. “Caroline, Alina and Missy will never give up the power out of fear. So we need your daughters to take it from them and Hope when she’s turning for the first time.”

“We need your daughters, Caroline.” Klaus begged her with puppy dog eyes.

Caroline spun on her feet pouring a drink coming back over to us. “No. No, absolutely not. They're-they're children.”

Nik threw a hand out in her direction. “They're siphoner witches. It's what they were born to do. Siphon magic from one thing…”

She cut him off, throwing her blonde hair around. “And put it in another. So, after they siphon it from Hope, what are they supposed to do with it? You can't just shove a demon in a jar and put it on a shelf.”

“We put it inside a stake and send it to Kai’s prison world. So that way it’s gone for good.” Throwing my hands away from my sides.

The blonde vampire parted her lips at my words. “Rae, I…are you sure there isn’t another way. I mean after everything he did to your family and Ric do you really want to give him that type of power?”

“Care, he can never get out unless he finds Bennett blood and the Ascendent in that time. But he doesn’t have Bonnie to get out this time. It’s the best..only plan we have.” I sniffed through tears needing her to say yes.

Klaus stepped beside me giving her puppy dog eyes begging her. “I can't allow my daughters to die. But I promise you I will not endanger yours. Caroline, please. Caroline. I'm begging you.”

She finally agreed and took us out to the old mill with Lizzie and Josie. “What do we get if we say yes?” Josie asked her mother.

Caroline smiled, putting her hands together. “The warm feeling in your heart that comes from helping a friend in need.”

Lizzie teased her wanting something more. “Well, we are in need of new cell phones.”

Josie caught on adding more to the agreement. “And permission to go to the senior solstice dance.

And, you and Dad take the skirt-length rules out of the dress code. It's anti-feminist and oppressive.”

Lizzie finished her sentence. “And not cute.”

Caroline turned her head staring back at me and Klaus where I just smiled shrugging my shoulders at how sassy they were as teenagers. “No to the phones. Maybe to the dance. And yes to defying the patriarchy one plaid skirt at a time. Deal?”

Josie and Lizzie said together. “Deal.”

She turned back to us, waving the two of us over. “Now uncle Klaus and aunt Raelyn are going to explain exactly what they need you to do. Very clearly and kindly, without even a hint of a temper or frustration.”

Klaus stepped forward getting cut off with an arrow going in the back of his heart. “First of all, thank you.”

Josie gasped. “Dad?”

Alaric lowered his crossbow giving me a half apologetic look. “Whatever the hell's going on here, no.”

Vamping back inside the school seeing Alaric and Caroline bickering in front of the fireplace. “Ric, are you insane? All we’re asking for is the Ascendant and your girls help to put the power somewhere safe.”

“Rae, I want to help your kids. But not at the price of my own.” He slumped his shoulders.

Snapping at him I dared to guilt trip him feeling some tears falling down my face at mentioning her name. “If Josette was still alive she wouldn’t hesitate to help the family.”

The door downstairs where he had put my husband got flung open before we saw my husband holding the blood stained arrow in his hands. “Very impressive system Secure, I'm sure, if you're a baby werewolf navigating puberty. But I'm a little past that.” He let the arrow clatter to the ground making a noise.

Caroline stands beside me. “Klaus…”

He walked towards us with Alairc having his crossbow raised. “Alaric's right. The ocean won't hold the power. But when I've transferred the Hollow's magic out of Hope, I don't intend to drown it.”

Caroline glanced at me when he reached inside his jacket drawing out the white oak. “What is that?”

“This is the last remaining White Oak stake.” Nik stepped down the stairs showing them the weapon in his hand. “When the power is in me, there's only one way to make sure it's gone for good.”

Spinning around on my feet I faced Caroline and Alaric clasping my hands together praying they finally agreed with us. “We put it into the prison world and pop a bottle of champagne everyone wins.”

Alairc lowered his crossbow, rolling his eyes finally agreeing and leaving the room to go get what we needed. “I’ll go get the girls and the Ascendant.”

“Thank you, Caroline.” Stepping towards the blonde vampire I gently hugged her and she hugged me back leaving to go get her twins ready for the spell.

It was getting closer to the full moon where Klaus and I were just standing waiting until the girls were ready. Elijah walked into the room still going against our plan. “I won't allow this, Niklaus. You know that.”

The hybrid said sternly vamping towards him. “And you know this is the only option.” The two brothers taught until he managed to get the stake away from Nik.

Elijah pointed the tip towards him on the floor. “You tell those girls to take me instead.”

Nik growled. “No.”

“And you will take my life.” He ignored his brother's words.

Vamping in between the two originals needing him to see a rational reason. “Elijah, if you take your life it will be like when I was forced to kill Jacob. It will haunt them for the rest of their lives. Is that what you want for them?”

“I have burdened you enough.” Klaus rose to his feet still angry.

Elijah begged him through heavy tears. “Your daughters were hurt because of me, Niklaus.”

“I'm not gonna kill you!” Klaus vamped forward, knocking the stake from his hands and throwing him onto the ground.

Vamping over Elijah’s body on the ground I quickly grabbed his neck snapping it. “Putting the magic into a prison world is better than you being dead. You’ll see our reasoning someday. And I’m sorry for this.”

“The moon is almost risen. We should get Hope out of here.” Nik told me where we vamped downstairs seeing her chained and just waiting.

She cut herself off when he snapped the chains. “What are you...?”

He cut her off, tugging her to stand and leading her outside into the woods. “We don't have time. We shouldn't do this inside.

Alina would've wanted you to be out here, in nature, under the moonlight. Here. Drink this.”

Hope drank it until one of her knees broke and she dropped to the dirt. “Ow, ow. Ah.

Nik took my hand. “It's starting.”

Focusing away from us I used my vampire hearing to be able to pick out Lizzie and Josie beginning the siphoning spell I had taught them a few hours ago. “Magia tollox de terras.Magia tollox de terras. Magia tollox de terras.”

Klaus released my hand seeing our oldest daughter give him a scared look. “Hope. Listen to me. This is going to hurt. So you need to concentrate on the air in your lungs, and the ground beneath you.”

Her bones kept breaking where she cried. “Aah! Dad!”

He kept talking to her. “The first time, it can take hours.”

She cut him off. “Hours?”

His blue eyes focused on Hope while I heard sets of feet running towards us and I could make out one heartbeat meaning it must be Missy and Alina. “If you fight it. The pain will make you want to delay it because you think that's all you can take. But if you let it in, if you allow it to swallow you whole, then it cannot break you.”

She blinked through tears. “Yeah. I can do this.”

“When you're done, run wild and free. I am so proud of you.” He rested a hand to her face before more of her bone’s kept breaking and she showed us the golden werewolf eyes for the first time.

Alina slides to a halt in front of us. “Mom, what are you doing? I…I can feel the magic ah!” She grabbed her chest where I saw the blue light coming from her heart.

Josie and Lizzie kept going on with the chant in the distance away from us. “Magia tollox de terras. Magia tollox de terras. Magia tollox de terras. Magia tollox de terras. Magia tollox de terras!”

Missy focuses her ear towards the back of the school. “They’re taking the Hollow from us ... .urgh!” She grabbed her chest too before Hope screamed as it left her body too and she finally transformed into a full grown light gray wolf.

Alina and Missy slowly got up to their feet both glaring at us where I held my hands up spitting out something I knew they’d listen to. “You can’t be mad at us forever because if we don’t get the Hollow into the stake and into a prison world. Your uncle Elijah will try and get the Saltzman twins to put it inside him so he can die.”

“Why would he do that to himself?” Missy asked on the verge of tears.

Running my hands through my hair I saw Hope run off into the woods and Klaus gave her a smile. “He feels he should be blamed for your girls getting hurt. After he made Marcel get rid of his memories. So he thinks this will fix things but we found another way.”

“Then we can’t let him get to the stake.” Alina declares with her hands turned into fists.

Nodding my head I draw out the stake inside my jacket. “You’re exactly right. We need to go now. And I need your help with the second part of the plan.” The four of us rushed back to where Alaric had his girls doing the spell. I hung my mouth open in shock seeing a big bright blue ball of magic in the center of their boundary circle.

“You better hope this works, Raelyn.” Alairc came over to me handing me over the Ascendent and some of Bonnie’s blood she gave to him a few years ago.

Nik squeezed my hand, eyeing the white circle ring whispering to me. “Be careful, Rae.”

“I will, Nik….Lizzie, Josie put the magic into this.” I instructed them to step over the line instantly, feeling the Hollow magic surrounding me. Getting in the center of the circle I raised the stake chanting alongside them. “Magia tollox de terras. Magia tollox de terras. Magia tollox de terras.”

The blue magic shot down right at me where I wanted to close my eyes but didn’t. Raising the stake up in the air with my right hand it blasted down into it. “Magia tollox de terras….Solvo.” The Saltzman twins and I each bent over once the magic disappeared and I saw the white oak flash blue and then returned to its normal color.

Alaric quickly moved forward, leading his daughter’s away. “All right, come on, girls.”

“Niklaus. Raelyn.” Elijah vamped outside the circle about to step In until I raised my hand performing a new barrier spell.

“Clostrum. One day you’ll thank us for this, Elijah. Come on girls.” Waving my twin daughter over to me I held the Ascendent in one hand and poured the Bennett blood into it with my other hand.

Alina and Missy each grabbed a hold of the object with me while the white oak stake laid in the grass at our feet. “Sanguinem filio, sanguinem effurgarex perpetuum. Sanguinem filio, sanguinem effurgarex perpetuum. Phesmatos filio, phesmatos effurgarex perpetuum.” Closing my eyes we all three chanted together until the white oak was picked up by a bright flash of white light and then it disappeared right in front of our eyes.

“It worked.” Dropping the object onto the ground I saw Hope standing beside Elijah now sniffing through tears before I broke the barricade and let her run straight for us. Klaus vamped into the circle tightly wrapping us in a family hug sobbing through heavy happy tears finally back together.

Elijah just remained standing there staring at where the stake was so I broke the hug taking his hands into mine. “Elijah, I know right now you blame yourself. I have experienced all of what you are feeling when I killed Jacob. But now he came back every time I look at him. I’m over the moon and thankful that he got a chance to come back.”

“But it’s still my fault. They got hurt because of me. How am I supposed to get through that, Raelyn.” He started crying where I pulled him in for a tight hug.

He wrapped his arms around me sobbing while I talked into his ear. Running one hand through Elijah’s hair I struggled to not start bawling myself. “Things will get better, Elijah. There are days that it will haunt you and others that it won’t. Yet I can tell you that when you get to keep watching our daughters and son grow up. You won’t regret a thing I swear it.”

“Thank you, Rae. You were the exact person to give my brother his redemption and I’ll never take that for granted.” He sniffed through some tears before we all headed back to the old Mikaelson compound.

Elijah had decided to move back to New Orleans with Marcel and Rebekah. Kol and Davina were traveling the world. While Jackson had moved here with Alina so they could go to school together even though they were already married. Staring at myself in the mirror brushing my hair away from my neck I picked up my brother’s necklace. Clasping it around my neck I heard someone come into my bedroom so I spun around on my feet seeing my brother. “Jacob, what are you doing here? I thought you and Hayley were going back to Orleans.”

“We thought about it. And then we heard about the school the girls and Henrik go to. So I thought I should let you know we are moving here and enrolling Andrea next year.” Jacob walked through the doorway with a childish grin plastered on his face until he stopped in front of me.

Smiling brightly at him I fling my arms around his neck where we spun each other around in circles laughing. He wrapped his arms tightly around me hearing how happy I was about this so he broke the hug looking towards the doorway. “J, that’s amazing. Ohhh I’m thrilled for you and for Andrea…wait what is it?”

“Well I didn’t think it would truly be home without one person. Come on in.” He called out to whoever was standing in the hallway.

Covering my mouth with my hands I burst out crying happy tears at who was there. “Dad. Holy cow. I can’t you’re moving from mom.” Before me my father was standing and he opened his arms letting me run into him like I was a child again.

“I’m not leaving her, baby. Your mother once said that a witch is never truly gone. She said that her spirit will always be everywhere in nature so she is with us always and forever.” He broke the hug where I still rested my hands on his shoulders until he led me down the stairs and into the hallway of the mansion where the Mikaelson portrait was hanging. “I have a present for you too. I knew she would have wanted this wherever I was.”

“The portrait of us.” Sucking in a sharp breath I released some tears down my face. Hanging beside Mikaelson's sibling portrait and the one of Nik and I with our kids. The family portrait we took a few ago was right beside them. My phone vibrates in my back pocket pressing it to my ear. “Hey Nik, what’s going on?”

His sweet voice came through the phone making me giggle at him. “Come and find me, siphon queen. Where it all began.” He hung up the phone without another word.

“I’ve gotta go. I’ll see you both later. I love you.” I yelled vamping out of the mansion and ended up outside the Mystic Grill. Shoving my hands in the pocket of my jacket. Pushing the door open with my foot I shake my head giggling at him sitting at the bar. “What makes you think of coming here of all places, Niklaus?”

Klaus sat down on a barstool holding up a glass of bourbon and he tilted his head down at the drink for me. “This particular place is special to you and I. This is the first place we ever met one another.”

“I remember every detail. I launched you into that wall with my magic.” I climbed up on my barstool picking up my drink taking a long sip still smiling longingly at him.

Nik tilted his head to the side smirking. “And it hurt very much, love. All for asking you for your name.”

“Now we are married and have four kids. We’re certainly a long way from the big bad wolf.” Raising my glass I clonked it with his when he responded back to me grinning.

“And his siphon Gemini runaway. I love you, Raelyn. Always have and always will..” He leans forward pressing his lips against mine softly sitting his glass down he cupped my face in his hands deepening the kiss.

Wrapping my arms around his neck I kissed him back smiling into the kiss. I savor the feeling remembering the night we met so clearly and I was proud to see where I was now. “I love you too, Klaus. Always have and always will.”

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