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slay00ryu · 2 days ago

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silly but... an MC who likes or wants to put makeup on the cast for fun?

Make Up Artiste.

Ronin - The Self Made Devil.

You are someone who loves to do creative make up looks, paintings all over your face, the exact copies of cartoon characters, make up inspired by a fictional character. You did all that.

Ronin knew about it, and he encouraged you in your creative ways.

"Damn baby, neat work. Looks perfect."

He'd say and kiss the top of your head or your knuckles to not mess your make up, well if he felt more annoying then he would.

Blowing air onto your face, kissing, poking, anything to get you riled up and irritated. He loved your threats.

"I will poke you eye out with my eyeliner I swear to God." You said after Ronin ruined yet another attempt to do your eyeliner.

"Awh, you know you love me." He barked out a laugh and pulled you into his lap so you would sit instead of standing while you're trying to win the war between your shaky hands and the make up tool.

One day you decided that you want to give Ronin a make up look, you even planned out one especially for him. A look that screams The Devil when you look at it and looks very masculine so Ronin's grotesqueness would be satisfied too.

But could you ask him for that? You sighed heavily as you looked at the drawing you made, that was the exact look you planned out. A whole white face, with lots of reds and blacks.

"What's up darlin'? Why feelin' so down?"

There was an elbow resting on your head, a man standing right next to you.

"Oh, Ronin! Um, I-"

You looked down at the sketch. The man lifted your head so you would look at him.

"C'mon. Spill it. I see how much you want to say something."

He snatched your sketchbook from you and inspected the drawing.

"Is that a new look?"

He looked at you, as if he was trying to imagine you with that make up on.

"Nah, it's not your regular style. Who's this for?"

And here it was. The question you wanted to avoid, but it was only natural for Ronin to see right through you.

"It was meant for... you."

Ronin's chuckle filled your ears, like a melody from a broken music box, beautiful yet oddly mysterious.

"Why are you so embarrassed darlin'? Come on, you can do this look on me."

He took off his beanie, lifting you up from your chair just to sit down himself and place you on his lap.

"So what will it be?"

His cocky grin drove you insane, but he also made you extremely happy. You kissed his cheek and gathered all your make up products.

You were sitting on his lap while you were doing that look, somehow he was very much obedient, keeping his eyes close when you told him to, not making any weird faces so your work won't be in shambles. Somehow giving Ronin this make up made you feel so overjoyed...

Angel - The Beautiful Soul.

A make up artist dating a model, who also happens to have a YouTube channel about make up and fashion? This felt like a dream every time you thought about it.

Angel gave you so many ideas for new looks, some related to her as Maria, some to her as The Heartsick Angel and some just to her. Your girlfriend who definitely overworks herself.

You were in the middle of creating another look filled with inspiration after Angel's new kill. The new idea looked pretty innocent when someone didn't look closely. Under all that innocence emphasized by a lot of pinks and hearts, a biblical angel was hidden, small eyes were all around the forehead and sides of the face. Some eyes were even supposed to be drawn on the neck.

"Now I just need to find someone to model for me."

You sighed after the sketch was done. You were proud of this, every detail was well thought, carefully placed to not destroy the composition.

While you were lost in your own inner world, two arms were wrapped around your shoulders and a sweet giggle met your ears.

"Did someone say a model?"

Angel!

Right, why didn't you think about it earlier? All of the looks were inspired by her anyway so she could as well be the model , right?

You turned around on your chair to look at her with dozens of lights in your eyes.

"You would like to model for me?"

You asked, your voice full of hope and barely contained excitement. You could swear that you saw two sparks dance in Angel's eyes after you have asked the question.

"Oh Gosh you're even asking?! You're so talented Y/N!"

Her words made you blush.

"And you know what? We could use it as an opportunity to boost your social media so more people would hire you."

Angel crossed her arms, she was thinking about something, something that had you in it.

"What do you mean?"

"You will record a video with me dummy! My followers will love you."

She chuckled and took your hand in hers to pull you up from the chair.

She looked so excited, and you were just so captivated by it. You didn't think twice before you had agreed to this and went to the recording den with her.

Misaki - The Great Fool.

You are a cosplayer, you post some videos online for fun, a variety of make up tutorials, acting videos or just silly videos in a cosplay.

You absolutely love doing this, it makes your inner child get what it always wanted, dress ups for fun. Fulfilling your childhood dreams felt sweet, it made your days happier.

Especially when your partner is your biggest fan. Misski, the worldwide known assassin, also known as your very best friend and partner, was very ecstatic when you shared your cosplaying passion with her. They were so excited to watch you prepare your cosplays on calls with them.

Your biggest dream was to do a duo cosplay with Misski, but them living on the other side of the globe wasn't really helping this dream come true. You were slowly giving up on this dream, just feeling so disappointed that you couldn't enjoy this hobby with your lovely partner.

But unexpectedly to you Misski found themselves in your apartment. She was supposed to assassinate an impotent politician and that's why she was sent to your town.

"Oh my! Misaki! I'm so happy to see you!"

You wrapped your arms around them, almost squealing from all the feelings that washed over you.

"I'm happy too, sweat pea."

They said and wrapped their arms around you too.

"You know what I'm also excited about?"

Their question caused you to back away a little.

"Hm? For what?"

You asked, brushing a strand of their hair back to where it was supposed to be.

"We'll be able to cosplay together!"

Their exclamation made you realise that they are right! Now that Misaki is here with you, you can do that duo cosplay you wanted with them!

"You're so right omg!"

You were smiling from ear to ear.

"After you're back from this assassination, you will not escape my make up kit."

You gave her the playful threat and a peck on the lips.

"I'll hold you onto that then. Oh yeah, watch my flower for me, don't want it to be all sad while I'm away."

They winked at you, obviously hinting at the fact that you will miss them.

And of course, they will miss you too.

At least until you're done with the cosplay look...

V - The warrior of Justice.

You are someone with a great passion for make up, maybe you're not an influencer or a real make up artist, but you love doing it.

It helps you get your creative spirit out, and it makes you feel and look great, what's there to not like?

V was a fan of your creative soul, the way you looked when you were focused, the fire in your eyes when you knew that you were doing something right, the proud and excited smile you were showing him.

These seemingly small things made his heart flutter.

And you were just so happy whenever you could show him a new project that you were working on for so long.

"V! V! V! V!"

You ran into the living room, hands full of make up products.

"My love? What is it?"

He caught you before you almost fell to the floor.

"Please be careful."

He sighed and helped you stand straight, then he crouched to collect your make up.

"Why have you decided to grace me with your presence?"

He asked. V was always such a charmer even when he didn't realise it, you were just so happy with this. Also his flustered face was even more adorable.

"V can I try to do make up on you?"

You asked in excitement, you gave him the best puppy eyes you could master.

"Oh, how could I ever not give in with you?"

He chuckled, the sound warm and deep, it made your heart flutter.

"Oh my! You're going to look so good, I promise!"

With a small hint of a smile, V followed you to the bathroom.

This moment of quality time that you two shared would stay in both your and his minds for a while, that's for sure.

#killer chat #killer chat ronin #fanfic #gender neutral reader #fluff #v killer chat #angel killer chat #misaki killer chat #asks

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ninetiescoppola · 2 months ago

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BUT... I'M JUST A GIRL!

Last week I was switching TV channels and saw a doll commercial. I couldn’t help but wonder when was the last time that we decided if we were a Barbie, Monster High or Polly Pocket kind of person? I remember that thirteen years ago I was having a very serious discussion with my friend group about our roles in society. When I say “roles” I mean which Powerpuff Girls character we would be.

I don’t know if it’s just me, but I feel that I’m slowly changing. Everyone I see and know seems to turn eighteen and immediately buy a penthouse and get a BMW. I might have changed physically, but my head still works like it did when I was fourteen (or sort of): still into gossip, boy bands (r.i.p), pop music, fake scenarios and obsessed with old movie franchises and celebrity crushes (please, remind me to send a thanks card to Mads Mikkelsen parents for his existence). In summary I’m a teenager with a huge Visa bill and back pain!

When I was ten, I watched a movie that completely changed my mind, something that brightened my head like an angel’s voice whispering in the ear of the most desperate soul, an absolute cinema kind of movie: Devil Wears Prada. Since I saw Anne Hathaway walking in the streets of New York with Vogue playing in the background, I knew what I wanted to do for life. It was like a message from the universe. For years I kept dreaming about graduating from a good college, working as a columnist on a big magazine and walking around wearing Prada shoes. But then, the Titanic hit the iceberg: my parents and I moved to a very small city, at least two hours away from everything. No college, no magazine, no Prada, no nada.

The funniest thing about reality checks is that even if it's been years, you’ll still be in shock, like me. I've been living in this shitty city for almost eight years and I still can’t believe that my parents did this to me. No warning or anything. I can’t blame them, after all they’re in their fifties, they deserve a calm life, but c’mon… I’m in my best era! So many hopes, dreams and youth… That’s what I thought.

While I was in high school, I still had this last light of hope in my heart that I would take the first bus to my home city when I graduated and live my life as I planned. Never happened. After moving to this living hell, my life was never the same. I just f-ing hate this place so much. I’m still trying to find out if it’s because of the place itself or if the people here really bothers me. I felt that I became a person with no joy, and that made me uninterested in everything else and very depressed. No more thoughts about my goals or anything. I just put all my emotions on ice and got a very sad/stressful job.

A few months ago I was very curious about a website with old girl games, so I took a look and there it was: makeovers, hairdressing, dressing, makeup, kiss and hide, house and wedding decorating and all a girl could imagine to fill her inner child spirit. I felt my whole body shrink and my eyes get the same size as my fist. It was love at first sight. I started to play every single one of them and it wasn’t the same feeling, something has changed. I asked myself if the sparkle was lost and became just a sad nostalgia or if I was such a terrible person with no love inside. And then I realized that it was official: I’m a grownup. But not just a simple grownup, a responsible, tired, sleepy, horny, with severe body dysmorphia, mood swings and a very questionable taste in men, kind of grownup. And I’m just twenty two.

Don’t get me wrong, being an adult is lovely, especially the part of the payday. But if I could turn back time, I would. Ten years ago I was deciding which One Direction member I would like to marry. Now I have to get a job, pay taxes, bills and insurance. Actually, the only good part of it, it’s the money (if there’s any left).

#girlblogger #adult human female #journal #im just a girl #im going insane #childhood #girlhood #female hysteria #devil wears prada #unhinged women

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lunmelia · 4 years ago

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A List of All of Dean Winchester’s Injuries

Yes. I did. I did go through every single episode of Supernatural and recorded every time Dean got injured. Do not question me, I know what I did, I had no one tell me ‘no’ so I did it, and now I’m done.

Now, this list might not be the most accurate. I did not sit down and watch every single episode in full, eyes glued to the screen for every time Dean got injured. I only skimmed. Here’s a gif I made to show how I did it:

(sorry it’s bad quality it’s the first gif I’ve ever made) I skimmed through the episode and used the little preview screen to look for any time there was fast movement, blood or a spell that might require someone cutting their palm. I also kept an eye out for angel-banishing sigils. Since I only skimmed, there’s a chance I missed some injuries or even times that Dean was magically healed. So again, might not be an accurate list but I did my best. Feel free to tell me anything I missed.

Here’s a key to help you through the list: - most of this lists the actual injury, e.g. “cut on left temple” but other times it’ll list an action that may cause injruy, e.g. “thrown into wall” - “thrown into/against” means that he impacted the object, but the object did not break / he did not go through it - “thrown through” means that the object broke on impact and he ended up on the other side - “internal pain” means that someone used magic to do something to him, but I have no idea what, all I know is that he looked in pain and was mostly gripping his stomach - “handcuffed” means actual handcuffs were used, “tied around wrists” means either rope or zip-ties were used - “punched” means just punched in the face, any other area on the body will be specified - any episodes that aren’t on the list means he wasn’t injured in them

Some misc notes: - I do not include any injuries that don’t actually happen, e.g. future visions, nightmares, hallucinations or a fake reality - I might be inconsistent with the amount of times I specify what was used to knock Dean out, and not listing what was used. Sorry about that. It’s because I either just couldn’t see the object, or I was lazy that day - I don’t usually specify the size of the injury either, I usually just say “cut”, sorry. I only realised like 6 seasons in that I probably should be specifying the size, and also taking screenshots, but I couldn’t be bothered going back and fixing it, nor could I be bothered specifying the size from then on. I’m sorry, it was just going to feel weird if 6 seasons in I only then start specifying - I don’t include possessions, but I do specify when injuries happen while possessed - I include some commentary of what kind of injuries I thought should’ve happened based on the action - There will also be a list for Sam’s injuries posted later, but there will not be one for Cas. Going into this, I only wanted to know Dean and Sam’s injuries for some redesigns I want to do, I didn’t feel it was necessary for me to know Cas’ because he won’t have scars in my redesign (at least his vessel won’t). Please don’t expect me to go back and make a list for Cas, this already took up so much of my time and I don’t want to do it again.

Let’s begin, shall we?

Season 1

1x1: Pilot - jumps off a bridge 1x2: W*ndigo - wrists tied above his head - cut on left side of forehead - cut on right cheek - cut on right side of neck 1x5: Bloody Mary - infected by Bloody Mary 1x6: Skin - tied to a chair around his chest, hips, wrists and ankles 1x10: Asylum - shot in the chest with rock salt - mind almost influenced by Ellicot, manages to burn the corpse before he can, but it did cause him pain 1x11: Scarecrow - knocked out with the butt of a gun - wrists tied up above his head 1x12: Faith - electrocuted, passes out - heart attack - heart is damaged (their words not mine) - healed by a reaper - life drained from him, process is stopped before completed 1x15: The Benders - cut above right eye - knocked unconscious with a pan - punched - burn on upper left pec 1x16: Shadow - cut on edge of right eyebrow - wrists tied - four claw marks down the left side of his forehead 1x18: Something Wicked - cut on left side of hairline 1x22: Devil’s Trap - thrown into a windshield - diagonal cut across his chest

Hey! Under the cut this post is really long!! Please be sure you want to read the rest before clicking because you’ll be scrolling for a while!

Season 2

2x1: In My Time of Dying - in a carcrash - vertical cut on right side of forehead - cut on right ear - cut on left cheek - bruised and cut knuckles - head truama - cut on left forearm 2x2: Everybody Love a Clown - punched 2x3: Bloodlust - punched - thrown into a table 2x7: The Usual Suspects - handcuffed 2x10: Hunted - knocked unconscious by the butt of a sniper rifle - tied around his wrists and ankles 2x12: Nightshifter - choked - punched 2x14: Born Under a Bad Sign - knocked unconscious with a gun - shot in the left shoulder - thrown against a wall - punched - cut above left eye 2x15: Tall Tales - thrown around - punched 2x16: Roadkill - cut along the right side of his jaw / cheek - thrown against a wall 2x19: Folsom Prison Blues - handcuffed on wrists and ankles - punched - cut on left cheek - hit in the gut 2x20: What is and What Should Never Be - strangled - put to sleep by a Djinn - wrists tied above his head - drained of his blood 2x22: All Hell Breaks Loose, Part 2 - thrown into a gravestone - diagonal cut on the right side of his forehead

Season 3

3x1: The Magnificent Seven - hit in the face and stomach 3x2: The Kids are Alright - thrown around - punched - kneed - elbowed 3x3: Bad Day at Black Rock - stumbles and falls into a table - hit in the chin with gun 3x4: Sin City - thrown around - strangled 3x5: Bedtime Stories - strangled - thrown into a cabinet (probably has cuts since the cabinet had glass) - punched - cut on left side of his hairline 3x6: Red Sky At Morning - thrown into a gravestone 3x7: Fresh Blood - slash on inner left forearm - thrown into a wall - bit on the right side of his neck 3x8: A Very Supernatural Christmas - head banged against a wall and knocked unconscious - tied to a chair by his wrists and ankles - slash on inner left forearm - slash on inner right forearm - cut on right side of hairline - punched 3x9: Malleus Maleficarum - either hexed, sick by voodoo or a spell, they never really specify, but he vomits blood (healed by a potion) - thrown into a picture frame (likely bleeding at back of head) 3x12: Jus in Bello - handcuffed - shot in the left shoulder - punched - thrown against wall 3x13: Ghostfacers! - thrown around 3x14: Long-Distance Call - punched - cut on right eyebrow 3x15: Time is On My Side - thrown into a cabinet 3x16: No Rest for the Wicked - kneed - punched - cut above right eye - thrown onto a table - torn to shreds by a hellhound - (3 long slashes on left thigh) - (4 long slashes down chest) - (1 long slash from right shoulder to hip, back and front) - DEAD

Season 4

4x1: Lazarus Rising -(resurrected by Castiel, clean slate, no scars) - handprint burnt into his left shoulder - cut on inner left bicep - bruised and cut knuckles - bleeds out of his ears from Castiel trying to talk to him 4x2: Are You There, God? It’s Me, Dean Winchester - punched - kicked in the face - kicked in the gut - Victor’s ghost hand in his chest 4x3: In the Beginning - thrown into a wall - punched - kicked - thrown into a bookshelf 4x4: Metamorphosis - thrown against a wall - strangled - slammed into a table and knocked unconscious - cut above right eyebrow 4x5: Monster Movie - shoved into a wall - drugged - tied down in a metal contraption - punched 4x6: Yellow Fever - crashed into a shopping cart - infected by “ghost sickness” - three scratch marks on inner left forearm - punched - both inner forearms scratched up (disappears once the ghost is killed) 4x7: It’s the Great Pumpkin, Sam Winchester - internal pain - thrown into a wall 4x8: Wishful Thinking - super punched into some trash cans - possible broken knuckles - strangled 4x9: I Know What You Did Last Summer - shoved into a wall - punched - jumped out a window - dislocated shoulder - cut on outer right forearm - possibly some cuts along his torso - slash on outer left forearm 4x10: Heaven and Hell - punched - choked 4x11: Family Remains okay so I literally could not see a thing this episode, it was a very dark episode, but I think Dean got punched 4x12: Criss Angel is a Douche Bag - hung by his neck 4x14: Sex and Violence - infected by a siren - punched - thrown around - stabbed in the back of his right shoulder 4x15: Death Takes a Holiday - thrown into a gravestone and knocked out 4x16: On the Head of a Pin - punched - cut across nose - cut above left eye - strangled 4x17: It’s a Terrible Life - thrown into a shelf - thrown against a wall - cut on left side of hairline 4x18: The Monster at the End of This Book - hit by a car (he’s fine) 4x19: Jump The Shark - thrown through a glass door - punched 4x20: The Rupture - cut above left eyebrow - punched 4x21: When the Levee Breaks - punched - kneed - thrown face first into a mirror - thrown into a glass table - strangled 4x22: Lucifer Rising - punched Cas, hurt his knuckles

Season 5

5x1: Sympathy for the Devil - punched through wooden railing - kicked through a door - kneed - drew an angel banishing symbol so there is a cut either on his left forearm or left palm - stage 4 stomach cancer (healed) 5x2: Good God, Ya’ll! - kneed in the groin - punched 5x4: The End - knocked unconscious - handcuffed - punched 5x5: Fallen Idols - punched - knocked unconscious - tied around wrists 5x6: I Believe The Children Are Our Future - thrown into a wall - strangled 5x7: The Curious Case of Dean Winchester - aged rapidly into an old man 5x8: Changing Channels - grabbed on right bicep with super strangth - shot in the back (possibly healed by Gabriel? they don’t specify what happened) - shoved into a door 5x9: The Real Ghostbusters - thrown against a wall - strangled 5x10: Abandon All Hope - punched into a tree - cut on edge of right eyebrow 5x11: Sam, Interrupted - thrown against a wall - punched 5x12: Swap Meat - thrown into a wall - thrown into a mirror 5x13: The Song Remains The Same - strangled - thrown through a window - knocked unconscious - thrown around 5x14: My Bloody Valentine - punches Cupid - thrown into a door - cut above left eyebrow 5x15: Dead Men Don’t Wear Plaid - handcuffed 5x16: Dark Side of the Moon - shot in the chest - DEAD (resurrected by Joshua) 5x17: 99 Problems - bruised and cut knuckles - strangled 5x18: Point of No Return - drew an angel-banishing sigil so he must have cut himself somewhere but it isn’t visible - shoved against wall - punched - kicked into chain-link fence - cut on left cheek - handcuffed - split lip - cut on his chin 5x19: Hammer of the Gods - thrown into a shelf 5x20: The Devil You Know - cut on left side of hairline - kicked 5x21: Two Minutes to Midnight - affected by pestilence (stopped later on) - faints - fingers stepped on, possibly broken - left palm burnt 5x22: Swan Song - thrown into windshield - punched - cut on right cheek - broken nose - cut above left eyebrow - (all healed by Cas)

Season 6

6x1: Exile on Main St - stabbed in the chest with a syringe - poisoned by Djinn 6x2: Two and a Half Men - thrown around - strangled and passes out 6x3: The Third Man - there’s an angel banishing sigil that I’m assuming he drew, so there might be a cut on one of his forearms or palms 6x5: Live Free or Twihard - thrown into a dumpster - punched - forced to drink blood of vampire - passes out - cured of vampirism 6x6: You Can’t Handle The Truth - knocked unconscious - tied by his wrists 6x9: Clap Your Hands If You Believe - abducted by fairies (don’t know if he was knocked out or if something else happened) - punched - handcuffed - thrown into iron bars - cut by right eye 6x10: Caged Heart - knocked unconscious 6x11: Appointment in Samarra - DEAD (brought back by Dr. Robert and Eva) 6x13: Unforgiven - tied up with webs - strangled 6x15: The French Mistake - thrown through a window - punched - internal pain 6x16: ... And Then There Were None - infected with the khan worm - electrocuted on his left outer forearm, leaves a horizontal burn mark 6x18: Frontierland - jumps through a window 6x19: Mommy Dearest - bit on the lower left side of his neck, near the nape (healed by Cas) 6x20: The Man Who Would Be King - punched 6x21: Let It Bleed - thrown into a car - strangled - punched 6x22: The Man Who Knew Too Much - in the impala when it’s flipped over - thrown over stairs and impacts onto a metal table (that honestly should have straight up broken his back)

Season 7

7x1: Meet the New Boss - horizontal cut on right forearm - thrown into a metal table and glass jars 7x2: Hello, Cruel World - left palm cut, maybe back of hand - broken right leg 7x3: The Girl Next Door - cut on left eyebrow - cut on left ear 7x4: Defending Your Life - possibly knocked unconscious - chained to a chair 7x5: Shut Up, Dr. Phil - thrown through a glass door - punched 7x6: Slash Fiction - handcuffed - thrown into a trophy cabinet 7x7: The Mentalists - window exploded next to him (he should earn some cuts from that) - punched 7x8: Season 7, Time for a Wedding! - thrown into a column - strangled 7x9: How to Win Friends and Influence Monsters - poisoned by goo (nothing serious, he’s just unconcerned with everything for a bit) 7x11: Adventures In Babysitting - horizontal cut on his left outer forearm - strangled 7x12: Time After Time - handcuffed - punched - strangled 7x15: Repo Man - stabbed with a syringe on the right side of his neck - tied around his wrists - vertical cut on his left outer forearm 7x16: Out With the Old - kicked in the face - thrown into a glass cabinet - thrown into a table with glass on it - thrown through a glass door 7x17: The Born-Again Identity - head banged against glass - thrown into a shelf 7x20: The Girl With the Dungeons and Dragon Tattoo - somersaulted through glass 7x21: Reading is Fundamental - drew an angel-banishing sigil, so there is a cut on one of his forearms or palms 7x22: There Will Be Blood - cut on left palm - thrown around

Season 8

8x1: We Need to Talk About Kevin - horizontal cut on his left outer forearm - horizontal cut on his left inner forearm - honestly cannot tell what’s meant to be his injury and what’s meant to be someone else’s blood. He might have cuts on his ears, head and neck, right cheek, and nose. Maybe along his chin and jaw too - bruised and cut knuckles - strangled 8x2: What’s Up, Tiger Mommy? - cuts around his right eye - cut on his upper lip - thrown into a wall 8x3: Heartache - punched - slammed onto his back - five holes in chest from fingers 8x4: Bitten - thrown into a wall 8x5: Blood Brother - cut on his left cheek, though I’m not sure if it’s new or from the last Purgatory flashback 8x6: Southern Comfort - punched - strangled - thrown into a table - infected by a coin? I’m not completely 100% sure what happened there - thrown into glass 8x7: A Little Slice of Kevin - horizontal cut on left inner forearm - rolled down a hill - thrown into some chains 8x8: Hunteri Heroici - hard impact on floor - hit in the face with a pan 8x9: Citizen Fang - punched - handcuffed - cut above right eyebrow - thrown into some wood planks - slice on the left side of his neck 8x10: Torn and Frayed - threw himself against a door multiple times - thrown against a window - strangled 8x12: As Time Goes By - handcuffed 8x13: Everybody Hates Hitler - thrown into a car - punched 8x14: Trial and Error - possible claw marks on left side, he puts his hand there but injury isn’t visible and not treated after 8x15: Man’s Best Friend With Benefits - thrown into a bedside table and knocked unconscious - thrown into a painting and tables 8x16: Remember the Titans - tripped and tossed onto the ground - flung back against ground - thrown against column 8x17: Goodbye Stranger - thrown into a wall - either broken or twisted right arm - punched - cut on left eyebrow - cut on bottom lip - cut on left cheek - cut near centre of forehead - cut on left temple - cut on nose, nose also probably broken - (all healed by Cas) 8x19: Taxi Driver - thrown into a tree 8x23: Sacrifice - handcuffed

Season 9

9x1: I Think I’m Gonna Like It Here - head banged against boot of impala - windows exploded around him, might earn him a few cuts - strangled - cut on left side of hairline - cut on left eyebrow - cut below left eye - possible cut below lip, can’t tell if it’s meant to be a cut or if it’s just a lot of blood - either a cut on his left ear or his ears bled from the sound of angels - possibly went unconscious for a second - two cuts on right cheek - cut near his left temple 9x2: Devil May Care - punched - arm twisted - thrown through a window 9x3: I’m No Angel - thrown into a counter and hits a trashcan when he falls off 9x4: Slumber Party - punched across room - kicked in groin while possessed by a witch 9x5: Dog Dean Afternoon - punched - kneed - elbowed - tied around wrists 9x6: Heaven Can’t Wait - thrown against a wall 9x7: Bad Boys - thrown against a wall - choked - thrown into a table - handcuffed 9x8: Rock and a Hard Place - enveloped by blue flame - thrown through table and knocked unconscious 9x9: Road Trip - punched unconscious - thrown against column 9x10: Road Trip - thrown into a bookshelf 9x11: First Born - thrown onto a table x2 - kneed - punched in the chest - shoved into a shelf, counter and wall - Mark of Cain transferred over to him 9x13: The Purge - passes out 9x14: Captives - knocked unconscious - cut on left eyebrow - tied around his wrists - cut on right side of neck, under jaw 9x15: #THINMAN - tasered unconscious - handcuffed 9x18: Meta Fiction - cut up knuckles 9x19: Alex Annie Alexis Ann - knocked unconscious with a piece of wood - punched through a chair 9x21: King of the Damned - thrown into a glass frame painting 9x22: Stairway to Heaven - handcuffed - punched 9x23: Do You Believe in Miracles - vomiting / coughing up blood - thrown into a concrete wall x2 - kicked in the face - crushed wrist - cuts along hairline - cut on right eyebrow - cut on left cheek - stabbed in the centre of chest with angel blade - cuts on chin - possible split lip - cut above left eyebrow - DEAD (wakes up as a demon)

Season 10

10x2: Reichenbach - cut on left palm (heals itself) - cut on left cheek (heals itself) - handcuffed 10x3: Soul Survivor - tied around ankles (still handcuffed) - needle in right inner forearm x 4 - needle in back of neck 10x4: Paper Moon - hit on the back of head with gun - punched 10x5: Fan Fiction - thrown into a wooden set piece - backhanded a few feet 10x6: Ask Jeeves - thrown into a bedside table and lamp - hit shoulders against doors multiple times 10x7: Girls, Girls, Girls - punched - hit in the face with a gun - hit in the gut - cut on left cheek - cut on left eyebrow - cut on right side of cheek 10x8: Hibbing 911 - knocked unconscious - tied around wrists - punched 10x9: The Things We Left Behind - bottle smashed over his head - cut on left side of head - kicked in the face 10x10: The Hunter Games - bruised and cut knuckles 10x11: There’s No Place Like Home - strangled - punched - kicked - kneed - thrown - cut across nose - cut on right eyebrow - bruised and cut knuckles 10x12: About a Boy - strangled - elbowed - hit repeatedly against tiled floor and fridge 10x13: Half & Catch Fire - thrown into a brick column - thrown through a door and into a shelf - strangled 10x14: The Executioner’s Song - hit in the right side - thrown around - punched - thrown through a window - lots of small cuts around right eye - strangled - split lip 10x15: The Things They Carried - thrown onto a table and into the edge of a fireplace - tackled into a table 10x16: Paint it Black - backhanded across a room - strangled 10x17: Inside Man - hit in the back - tackled into a wood column - tackled onto a pool table - strangled - punched 10x18: Book of the Damned - tackled by someone who just jumped through a window - punched 10x19: The Werther Project - cut on right side of hairline - possibly a cut or two on or behind right ear - cut on left side of hairline - bruised and cut knuckles - tied to a chair by wrists, middle and ankles - horizontal cut on right forearm 10x20: Angel Heart - kicked - punched 10x21: Dark Dynasty - kicked in the back - strangled - thrown into a dumpster 10x22: The Prisoner - handcuffed - plastic bag over head, suffocated - tied down to a table by wrists and ankles - maybe some cuts on his head, arms and knuckles but honestly I think all the blood on him belongs to others, I don’t think he was injured at all while killing the Stynes 10x23: Brother’s Keeper - punches a mirror - cut on left palm - punched - struck by lightning that removes the Mark of Cain

Season 11

11x1: Out of the Darkness, Into the Fire - pushed to the ground 11x2: Form and Void - headbutted - thrown through a door and into a wall 11x3: The Bad Seed - thrown into a concrete wall - thrown through wood pallets - thrown into a chain-link fence - punched - cut above and below left eyebrow - split lip 11x4: Baby - punched - strangled - cut above left eye - two cuts below left eye - handcuffed - three cuts on right cheek, close to jaw - cuts worsened from the impala crashing - cut on or behind right ear - shoved against impala - bit on left side of neck - cut on right temple - cut on nose - cut below lip - (all is hinted to be healed by Cas later on) 11x5: Thin Lizzie - knocked unconscious - cut on left side of hairline - tied around wrists - hit in head by gun 11x6: Our Little World - thrown through a mirror - thrown against stone pillar - thrown against wall 11x7: Push - face smashed against bars - thrown against desk - thrown through glass door - strangled 11x8: My Imagination - tied around his wrists - cut on left cheek - cut on left ear 11x10: The Devil in the Details - vomited - kicked - strangled - cut above and below left eye 11x11: Into the Mystic - eyes and ears bleeding from Banshee’s screech - head bashed into wooden column multiple times - cut on right side of hairline 11x13: Love Hurts - target of the “Kiss of Death” curse - wrist either broken or twisted 11x14: The Vessel - head banged on table - thrown onto table and lands on floor - shoved against stone column 11x15: Beyond the Mat - thrown against a metal beam - thrown through a door and into a wall - thrown down onto concrete ground - punched - tied around wrists 11x16: Safe House - hit by something and impacts the ground - knocked unconscious - cut on left palm - punched (while possessed by Soul Eater) - elbowed (while possessed) - thrown into table (while possessed) - chair smashed over him and knocked unconscious (while possessed) 11x17: Red Meat - punched - tasered unconscious - skid marks around left eye - broken ribs - overdoses on barbiturates (resuscitated) - handcuffed - strangled 11x18: Hell’s Angel - either internal pain or choked 11x19: The Chitters - punched 11x22: We Happy Few - thrown against a metal... cage, thing (I don’t know what it’s called) 11x23: Alpha and Omega - absorbs a couple hundred thousand souls that are later extracted by God

Season 12

12x1: Keep Calm and Carry On - arm pulled - foot pressed against throat - arm twisted - punched - knuckles punched with brass knuckles - thrown into car 12x2: Mamma Mia - handcuffed - hung by his wrists - punched with brass knuckles - cuts behind left ear - punched - (possibly healed by Cas seeing as he’s completely fine in the next shot) 12x3: The Foundry - throws himself against a door multiple times - elbowed in the face - choked - almost frozen - thrown against wall 12x5: The One You’ve Been Waiting For - tackled into a metal cabinet - punched - headbutted - thrown through a window 12x6: Celebrating the Life of Asa Fox - thrown into a table - thrown through a glass door 12x7: Rock Never Dies - thrown off a stage 12x8: LOTUS - handcuffed around wrists and ankles 12x9: First Blood - DEAD (ressurected by Billie) - cut on left palm 12x10: Lily Sunder Has Some Regrets - momentarily blinded - thrown into a wall x2 - right palm cut 12x11: Regarding Dean - blasted with a spell and knocked out - gradually loses his memory (restored by Rowena) 12x12: Stuck in the Middle (With You) - elbowed in the face - flung backwards - hit in gut with base of spear - headbutted - hit in the face with base of spear 12x16: Ladies Drink Free - shoved into a shelf 12x17: The British Invasion - flung back and hard impact on ground - thrown into big wheel 12x18: The Memory Remains - fell off railing and onto floor, knocked unconscious - cut behind right ear - wrists tied - head hit onto tiled wall 12x19: The Future - broken arm (healed by Cas) - elbowed in face 12x20: Twigs & Twine & Tasha Banes - internal pain 12x21: There’s Something About Mary - kneed in the groin 12x22: Who We Are - stone dust in eyes - really bad gash in left knee - sedated (needle in left side of neck) - thrown into bookshelf - punched - injured leg kicked - elbowed in face - cut on right cheek - cut on left earlobe - injured leg hit with a piece of wood - hit with piece of wood - strangled with a piece of wood 12x23: All Along the Watchtower - previous injuries healed by Cas - hit in the face with gun - punched - kicked

Season 13

13x1: Lost and Found - thrown into a wall and knocked unconscious - cut on lower lip - cut knuckles from punching wood sign - handcuffed - punched - hit in the face with base of angel blade - punched in side - kicked into desk - headbutted 13x2: The Rising Sun - punched in the back and face - shoved into table - tackled through wood room divider - choked 13x4: The Big Empty - knocked unconscious x2 - handcuffed - hit in the face with gun - cut on left cheek 13x5: Advanced Thanatology - thrown into chain-link fence - kills himself (resurrected by Billie) 13x6: Tombstone - thrown back into trolley 13x7: War of the Worlds - punched - strangled 13x8: The Scorpion and the Frog - middle finger pricked 13x9: The Bad Place - headbutted 13x10: Wayward Sisters - hit in the face with base of spear and knocked unconscious - tied around wrists 13x12: Various & Sundry Villains - hexed with love spell - hexed to stay in one spot - thrown into wall - thrown into glass frame picture - strangled - hammer to the back of left knee 13x13: Devil’s Bargain - thrown through door and into wall - internal pain 13x14: Good Intentions - kicked by big strong man - choked 13x15: A Most Holy Man - handcuffed 13x17: The Thing - shoved into wall - strangled - knocked unconscious - tied down to a table by wrists and ankles 13x18: Bring ‘em Back Alive - shot in the right shoulder - poisoned by bullet (antidote applied by Ketch) 13x19: Funeralia - hit in neck / face not sure which one - punched - cut on left cheek - strangled - elbowed in face - punched in gut - thrown into table - headbutted - thrown around - kneed - cut on left side of forehead - right side as well - cut on nose - bruised and cut knuckles 13x20: Unfinished Business - whipped - super slapped by Loki - punched in gut - punched 13x23: Let the Good Times Roll - windows exploded near him - arm twisted and punched - strangled - cut on bottom lip - elbowed in the face - hard impact onto ground - punched in the gut and face (while Michael possessed him)

Season 14

14x3: The Scar - hit in the face with hilt and base of spear - tackled into wood column - headbutted - kicked in the face - punched - strangled 14x4: Mint Condition - headbutted - thrown into morgue drawers - strangled 14x5: Nightmare Logic - thrown across room - strangled 14x6: Optimism - tackled into bookshelf 14x9: The Spear - elbowed in face - punched in gut - kicked - strangled 14x11: Damaged Goods - hard impact against floor 14x13: Lebanon - either jumped back and hit the wall or he was thrown back by the force of the fire - elbowed in the face x2 - kicked - headbutted - thrown onto counter and hits ground - super backhanded - punched - thrown into shelf with glass cups - strangled - cut on bottom lip 14x14: Ouroboros - backhanded - face slammed into wood pillar two times and knocked unconscious - cut on right temple - not able to breathe - temporarily blind - internal pain 14x20: Moriah - thrown into bookshelf - thrown through gravestone

Season 15

15x1: Back To The Future - thrown against dumpster 15x2: Raising Hell - thrown through shelf 15x5: Proverbs 17:3 - shoved against wall - strangled - thrown back - cut on left cheek - cut on right cheek - cut on left side of torso - cut on either right side of torso or front of right thigh 15x6: Golden Time - thrown across hallway and into wall - internal pain 15x7: Last Call - knocked unconscious - tied to a chair by wrists and ankles - blood being drained from left arm - punched in side - punched - bottle smashed over head - cut on left eyebrow - hit with pool stick 15x8: Our Father, Who Aren’t in Heaven - cut on left palm (healed by Cas) - punched - kneed - thrown - strangled 15x9: The Trap - knocked unconscious - super backhanded by God 15x10: The Heroes’ Journey - kneed in the groin - headbutted - strangled 15x12: Galaxy Brain - hit on wrists and face with stick - strangled 15x14: Last Holiday - thrown back - hard impact on ground - thrown back into wall 15x16: Drag Me Away (From You) - slammed onto ground and strangled 15x18: Despair - thrown into wall x3 - elbowed in the face - thrown back - pain in heart 15x19: Inherit the Earth - headbutted - thrown into wall - thrown back across beach - internal pain - punched - kicked - broken right arm - broken right leg - two cuts beside left eye - cut on nose - cut on bottom lip - cut above left eye - (all healed by Jack) 15x20: Carry On - slammed to ground - impaled on a piece of broken rebar - DEAD (permanently)

#I'll upload Sam's list tomorrow I'm going to SLEEP #spn #supernatural #spn ref #supernatural ref #Dean Winchester #Dean Winchester ref #blood tw #blood mention #Jensen Ackles #long post

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noethicalconsumptionunderdisney · 4 years ago

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Hogwarts Sorting Profile: Alex Russo

Alex Russo is the quintessential Disney Channel Anti-Heroine of my generation, and a fascinating character to look into, so who better to start this series? Here I’ll be using the SortingHatChats system so I can really dive deep into how characters think and act.

I’m gonna start with Alex’s Secondary for this one, because it’s the easiest to argue for, it’s something she wears on her sleeve very proudly, and something a lot of viewers pick up on pretty easily. Alex Russo is a Slytherin Secondary par excellence.

It’s not so much the fact that she’s good at talking circles around people, manipulating them, and “winging it” in general, it’s the fact that she revels in it. She’s in her element when she does it, and you can tell she’s a natural at it. For a few brief examples, she tricks the dragon-seller into taking the wrong case in “Curb Your Dragon,” she talks her dad into letting her learn to fly the magic carpet, and she convinces Justin to let her be an understudy in the school play by twisting him taking their dad’s advice into “Dad’s making all your decisions for you,” and that’s just in the first few seasons.

But Alex doesn’t see herself as duplicitous or immoral for this. When Brad, another Slytherin Secondary, might get to go to the World Summit instead of him, Justin calls Brad a kiss-up and a schmoozer, but Alex sees it a little differently:

“He’s not a kiss-up, he’s just good at getting what he wants. That’s one of the things we have in common.”

For her, it’s about knowing what you want and knowing how to get it, nothing more and nothing less. Saying whatever you have to say is just what you do.

Another, big way this manifests is a preference for improvisation over preparation, specifically when it comes to magic. Knowing the right spells certainly helps, but Alex doesn’t see the value in reading or studying, often preferring to throw herself into a situation and use whatever spell she can think of to get out of it. When she thinks Uncle Kelbo is offering to be her teacher, she jumps at the opportunity, and when her dad is upset, they have the following exchange:

“Dad’s great with Justin and Max, but I don’t think I’m reaching my full potential with him.”

“Well! I don’t wanna stand in the way of your full potential. Maybe Kelbo should teach you! Maybe you’ll actually show up on time for his lessons!”

“I will, Dad, because you know what I was thinking, is that I learn more by doing than I do by learning!”

Of course, Kelbo doesn’t want to do it, and Jerry is a better wizard than him, but I don’t think Alex was wrong for wanting to try a new approach. After all, in The Finale, she takes all the points in the round dedicated to solutions to situations she’s had to get out of, and she’s the one who ultimately thinks of a way to defeat the griffin when they are thrown into a bad situation to save Harper and Zeke earlier in the episode (more on that later). “Not thinking” works for her— that is, thinking on her feet rather than thinking ahead. Alex isn’t about to waste her time untangling a complex knot, when cutting it will achieve the same result.

So anyone whose single-house sorting for her is Slytherin, I understand. She’s definitely adaptable enough, and certainly cunning enough, to qualify for it.

However.

Alex Russo is NOT a Slytherin Primary, and I will fight you on this.

Sure, she is definitely self-serving a lot of the time, and has loyalty to her loved ones in spades as well. In many lower-stakes situations, you can see her taking the “easy way out” instead of doing the responsible thing, and she certainly has little use for rules a lot of the time. But in high-stakes situations, she sacrifices her own well-being with very little thought to what consequences she’ll have to face later… or even when she knows she’ll be punished. Hell, sometimes her schemes go so terribly wrong that after finally setting them right, she’s relieved when she gets a scolding, grateful that the balance has been restored… and that the world is just again.

(Now, I personally don’t believe the Wizards of Waverly Place world is a particularly just one, but Alex trusts the world she lives in more than I do, so I’ll save my own thoughts and feelings about that for another post.)

Not only is she not a Slytherin Primary, she has a fundamental issue with people doing “good” because they’re expecting a reward for it. Good is something you do for its own sake, not because there’s a ribbon waiting for you on the other side. The speech she gives the Happy Helpers in “Alex Does Good” says it all, really:

“You guys think you’re helping the community, but you’re hardly doing anything. And you do it for selfish reasons. Now, I know I can be a little selfish too because I don’t help a lot of people. But I know when I do. I do more than this, and I don’t expect anything in return. I don’t even do it to make myself feel better. I do it to make the other person feel better.”

So where does this selfless streak come from? For Maggie in that episode, or her friends, her family, or love interest, you could still argue there’s a Slytherin loyalty at play. But many instances of her saving the world contradict this. In “Wizards Unleashed/Alex Saves Mason,” she tells Justin, within earshot of the country wizards, that there’s nothing she won’t sacrifice for Mason… but it’s a ruse. She doesn’t sacrifice her family’s portal; instead, she finds a way to bring Mason back without sacrificing anything, her cunning Slytherin Secondary coming in handy once again.

We see another, even clearer example of the same phenomenon in “The Good, The Bad, And The Alex.” I have a lot of issues with this episode, as I’ve expressed previously and will probably express in the future, but it does, IMO, firmly establish Alex Russo as an Idealist at heart, cutting off a close friend when she “realizes she’s evil” in a way that is literally ice-cold. (And no, I do not apologize for that pun. Lbr, if y’all are watching Disney Channel, you’ve heard worse.)

Which leads us away from the question of what Alex isn’t, and back to what she is. I would argue that while self-preservation and self-interest are not necessarily the core of her morality system, her morality is based from her inner self: her thoughts, feelings, and moral impulses. Deep down, often buried intentionally under a “devil-may-care” persona, Alex is a Gryffindor Primary who believes that when the world needs her to, she has an obligation to do the right thing no matter what the cost.

“Alex Tells The World” is the perfect example of this. She’s led to believe that the government has captured countless wizards, and she is told to lie low and do nothing by her family. But this bothers her too much, and unable to leave the fate of the wizard world to chance, she defies the rules and the people around her and exposes magic, believing it’s the only way to save everyone.

Her Gryffindor Primary is far from unblemished or naïve— she often doubts herself, internalizes the criticism from those around her, or believes that other people are better examples than herself of “The Right Kind Of Person To Be” (namely, Justin). Why not consider her Burned then?

The thing with Burned Primaries is they tend to act differently, change their behavior based on those doubts. Alex doesn’t. So while she may be a little charred, possibly teetering on the edge of burning at times, she never quite does it, because she still goes with her gut when the chips are down, even if she’s a bit more hesitant than some of her counterparts.

And while Justin may often try to convince Alex to follow the rules, there’s also been plenty of instances where Alex is the one trying to convince Justin to do what’s right — the Rosie arc, The Movie when he forgets her, The Finale when their friends are in danger — and all self-doubt and comparisons aside, she’s still not afraid to disagree with him when she knows in her heart what’s right and she wants him to do it. He may be someone she looks up to, looks to for guidance oftentimes, but he’s not the basis of her morality— that still comes down to her.

One last thing I want to touch on: Alex has a saving-people thing.

Now, a lot of the time the thing Alex is saving people from is something she caused in the first place. But I’m not getting into that because we’d be here all day. Thing is, though, even when it’s not something she was responsible for, she still feels a moral obligation to set things right.

When Jenny Majorheely begs her to help undo a curse TJ caused in “Art Teacher,” Alex isn’t even supposed to let her know magic exists, and yet she still dumps “undo” dust onto her just in case her story is true (which, of course, it is, leaving her without an art teacher and causing the conflict for the rest of the episode).

When Alex has done everything she can in “Wizards vs. Angels” to save her brother and stop Gorog’s plan, Rosie convinces her to come back by saying, “There’s still good in you.” Alex reluctantly agrees that there is, and can’t ignore it, coming in guns blazing with a pair of rental wings and a hard landing, and even battling her brother, all to get the world’s Moral Compass back where it should be.

Nothing shows this better than The Finale, though. While Alex is warned that she could risk her spot in the Wizard Competition, all she can think about is getting Harper and Zeke back safe. Justin and Max are more reluctant to risk their powers, but Alex’s certainty sways them. Not only that, she distracts the griffin by taunting it to attack her, before cuing her family to tie it up together and defeat it. Later, when the competition is back on, Alex helps Justin out of a tree root instead of running through the finish line and tells him, “I don’t wanna win this way,” once again choosing heroism over self-interest. Far from expecting anything for it, she tries to stop Justin from telling everyone what happened. I don’t believe it’s because she doesn’t care about the Wizard Competition, though. It’s because other things matter more to her (and possibly, on a subconscious level, she’s internalized the idea that he “deserves it more,” but this is getting pretty long, so I’ll save that for another post).

And while “Alex vs. Alex,” aka the Epilogue, is another example of her fixing her own mistakes, she fixes that mistake by wishing away her wizard powers, cancelling out the existence of her evil self. Although she comes to the crystals later fully expecting her powers to be reinstated, in the moment, she’s only thinking of stopping evil. In the words of Steve Rogers, she “makes the sacrifice play” when there’s no metaphorical wire to cut, or when that wire-cutting requires great personal sacrifice in order to happen.

Conclusion:

Alex Russo is a Gryffindor Primary and a Slytherin Secondary.

Her Slytherin Secondary, “the end will no doubt justify the means” method of resourcefulness, quick wit, improvisation, and yes, deception and manipulation, is what she thrives on, relies on, and what gets her out of (and into) most situations.

Her Gryffindor Primary is her moral core and what drives her towards her more selfless and heroic endeavors, and what reins in her more selfish tendencies, even if choosing what feels right over what others tell her gets her in trouble sometimes.

In an earlier (I think now deleted) post on sortinghatchats’ tumblr, they talked about the “volume” of Primaries vs. Secondaries having an impact on characters as well. I think this absolutely applies to Alex.

Her Slytherin Secondary is extremely loud, and comes across in pretty much everything she does. Her Gryffindor Primary is a small, quiet ember burning inside her at all times, covered up by ten layers of irony, sarcasm, and selfishness, occasionally flaring up into a full-on inferno when there’s been great injustice or when people are in danger and need help, and then quieting down back to that little flame again, to be covered up and put back in her (metaphorical) pocket until she needs it again. One side may be easier to spot than the other, but both are equally important to understanding who she is. She may be unapologetic about her own self-interests, but when the chips are down, those interests come second to her sense of right and wrong and she’ll drop everything — her powers, her life, and sometimes even a friend — in service of the Greater Good.

(Justin, on the other hand…)

#sortinghatchats #alex russo #wizards of waverly place #house sorting #hogwarts houses #wowp analysis #character analysis #sorting profiles #this gets really really long under the cut just a warning #i just have a lot to say about this apparently #long post #(very very)#harry potter #(sorta)#(see what i did there haha)#(i'll stop now)

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katandabbieslife · 5 years ago

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Saturday, December 15th, 2018. End of Semester/Holiday Party for friends!

On Saturday, the 15th, we had a party to celebrate the end of the semester, the beginning of a month long winter break, and the holiday with a small group of our best friends. We woke up about 8am, jumped in the shower and washed each other, had a small make-out session, some light fingering and playing with the water dong shower attachment. We talked about the party and everything we had to do to get ready. We’re college girls, we’re not the best housekeepers. We walk in the house at night, we drop keys, books, kick off our shoes, and start shedding clothing. The bra is always first. Depending on the temperature, pants are next. It’s not uncommon to have to go to the chair in the living room to get a bra in the morning. We are messy! That’s all there is to it. We try to do better, but with school and homework, housekeeping gets in the way sometimes.

We enjoyed our shower, and each other with some kissing, and within a minute, I was on my knees and Kat’s legs was over my shoulder while I had her backed against the shower wall and my face between her legs. I ran my tongue up and down her gorgeous, and slippery little slit. Running my tongue back to her asshole, teasing it lightly with my tongue before running my hand up the back of her leg and pressing against her opening before she pushed back and relaxed her tight little butthole to accept my middle finger and slipping it inside just as I sucked her clit between my lips and began flicking my tongue back and forth over it. Her hand was on the back of my head and began grinding into my mouth as she pulled me in harder. After a few minutes of licking and sucking her clit and on her soft inner lips, my tongue began to tire. I began kissing my way up her belly, up to her tits, and to her neck. She let her back slide down the shower wall until she sat on the bench. I leaned down, kissing her, sucking on her tongue, as I slid my hand down and massaged her clit to bring her to a leg shaking orgasm. As I settled down on her thigh, still kissing, and making out with her, I began grinding my wet little mound against her leg, with one hand twisting and pinching her nipples. My hands made their way up to cup her face as I kissed her with all the passion I had in me while feeling her arms around me and her hand as she brought it front and center to give me something else to rub against. Rocking my hips and grinding against her had me shaking on her lap within a minute and half. I slumped my head over her shoulder, against the wall for a moment before grabbing the shampoo and plopping a bit in my hand and massaging it into her hair as I sat, still slowly grinding on her thigh. We both finished washing up, drying off and getting ready to face the day and get ready for our holiday/end of semester party.

We had laundry to do since we had to pack the next day for a month away on winter break. We also had to vacuum, dust, and run the dishwasher. We finished in the shower and jumped out to dry off. I dried myself and wrapped the towel around my head, brushed my teeth and left the bathroom to find Kat already plugging the vacuum cleaner in and getting ready to clean. She just looked at me and said “Nuh Uh! You have got to put something on or we’ll never get the house ready!” Still standing there with only my towel around my head and nothing else, her in panties and a Tee shirt, I casually walked over, slid my hands up her thighs, under her shirt and up her sides, then in a quick smooth motion, slipped her shirt off and up over her head, put it on and just bounced away, giggling like a mischievous little pixie. She gave me a smirky little grin, as if to say “You sneaky little bitch!” I sorted and started the laundry and after the first load was in, I loaded the dishwasher. While Kat was still cleaning in the living room, I started making our shopping list for the day and luckily, only had to get food. Mainly just snack foods, like a cheese and cracker tray. We had a request for Totino’s Pizza rolls and ranch dressing. We also got like 5 foot long subs from Subway to cut in short lengths. The Alcohol was handled Wednesday night by way of mass text! Not sure what to get, I sent out a group text to everyone coming and took requests. I had to get Absolut, Captain Morgans Spiced Rum, A bottle of Patron, and possibly the most expensive bottle of Vodka I have ever purchased in my life, but it was for Kat and I. I ordered a Bottle of Fallen Angel vodka for Kat and I a few weeks ago at $185 for a little over a pint, but it came in a really cool devils head bottle, two shot glasses with the logo and a pourer. We each had one shot and put it on our shelf.

It was 11:00am and we’d finished most of the cleaning and put another load of laundry in the washing machine, got ready, then ran out to do some shopping. We had 9 hours so we finished up some Christmas shopping, stopped by the UPS store, to send the gifts to her parents, We’d be there before they arrived on Tuesday or Wednesday anyway, and it’s cheaper than stuffing it all into another suitcase and paying baggage fee’s. We grabbed lunch, stopped by Forever 21 to just look around for a bit and ended up in the fitting room for a little make-out session. I may or may not have fondled Kat while she was trying on a dress, but I could not resist! Her gorgeous little ass was in my face as she bent over to pull the dress up and I had to bite it! We finished shopping and headed home, stopping on the way to place the order at Subway to pick up later.

I spent the day, off and on, talking to friends online. Some heading home for winter break or those who left Friday and were already home. We ran out around 6:30pm to grab the sandwiches and were home by 7:15 to cut them into short sections and put them on plates and get all the other food ready. We got dressed, both of us in leggings and I wore a loose top and a bralette underneath while Kat wore an off the shoulder top and a strapless bra. I chose to go commando in my leggings since they were laced up to the waist band on both sides and I never got my undies out of the dryer before I was getting dressed. I also don’t mind showing off my hips, or my body, in person, for that matter.

Our apartment isn’t huge and we only invited 8 of our friends who we consider our closest friends. Counting Kat and myself, there were 6 girls, 4 guys, or 4 couples, and 2 friends who are single (secretly hoping to get them together.) All of which have seen us or we’ve seen them in various states of undress. A couple of them, we have had full on sexual experiences with, Heather and Madi. Heather being one of the two singles we invited and Madi, one of the three other couples. We all knew how the night may go, and our biggest rule when we all party is the phones are left on the shelf by the door. We are there to have fun with friends at the party and not those who are not. We’re also not there to sit around and play on Twitter, Snap, Instagram, or whatever app we all get consumed by these days. One thing I usually try to do anyway is leave my phone in the hotel room, in my bag, or elsewhere when hanging out with friends.

Sometime between 7:30 and 8pm, Madi and her boyfriend had shown up and I walked over, stood on my tippy toes and gave Madi a smooch on the lips, turned and wrapped my arms around her boyfriend for a hug and squeezed his ass while I was at it. This elicited a laugh and a “hey hey hey” from Madi as she slapped my ass. Kat walked up and followed suit with a kiss for Madi and a hug for her man. The others showed up over the next 15 to 20 minutes. We had an EDM music channel on playing on the TV. As we all sat around and just talked about our plans for the holidays, we sipped on some drinks, had some snacks, and played some “Cards Against Humanity” for a bit.

We talked about the party last year, when I was running behind getting ready and was actually in the shower when everyone started arriving. Kat being the evil monkey she can be sometimes, snuck into the bathroom, grabbed my clothes and towel and left me in the shower with nothing to wear. I ended up walking through the apartment in front of everyone, naked as can be, only glaring at Kat as I walked through to our bedroom saying “You didn’t think I would do it, did you?” and her response was ” I was counting on it.” To which I replied “Of course it was” thinking back on all the naked pizza delivery and room service challenges she got me to do since we’ve been together. This year, I was ready before anyone got there so I had no worries, at least not yet.

Just to give you an idea of our smaller, more private parties for our closest friends, here is a video of the type of party we enjoy. pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph5aec6074b411f

We like to play party games, but always revert to middle and high school adolescent games like spin the bottle, truth or dare, suck and blow, or even 7 minutes in heaven. Most happen when we all get tipsy which was beginning as we started taking shots. A few shots later, “Truth or Dare” was brought up, and another incident from last years party was about to repeat itself. It started with most of us girls taking choosing truth and the guys choosing dares. We saw all four dicks within the first 10 minutes of playing. The truth questions started taking longer to come up with so when my turn rolled around, Kat asked and I chose Dare. My dare was a strip tease. (This is not me, but it gives you an idea of what I was doing.https://www.erome.com/a/ywfNUB8G ) I started gyrating my hips a little as I pulled my top off over my head, and I was told by one of the guys to “get your short little ass up on the coffee table so we can see you short stuff!” I stepped over to the table and one of the guys held my hand and elbow as I stepped up on the table they had cleared off. I continued by pulling off the bralette, and turning around to shake my 32C’s at everyone, sliding my hands down over my breasts and down my belly as I hooked my thumbs in my waistband, still gyrating and turning around as I wiggled them down over my ass and too my knees. My friend Alex stood up and held my hand as I stepped out of my leggings, and stood there, nude, except for my little pink ankle socks. Anxious to show off my pretty red pedi Kat and I got earlier in the day, I stepped on the toe of my socks and pulled my feet free from each. I continued dancing for another 20 or 30 seconds while the song on the music channel played, bending over with my ass facing everyone to give everyone a peek. I lowered myself by bending at the knees, sliding my hands down my legs, then as I stood, let my hands slide upward again and between my legs to brush my slit, which I could tell was getting wet just from all the attention I was getting. The girls were clapping, the guys were cheering, and I was off the hook for a few minutes as I looked at Madi and said “Truth or Dare?” Madi picked dare and not wanting to be the only naked girl there, I told her to take her shirt off. She blushed and turned red, turned her head for a minute and looked at her boyfriend and he shook his head yes.

Madi stood up and pulled her shirt up and over her head. She got ready to sit back down and I told her the Bra had to come off too and I got an “Aww Damn it!” and her boyfriend laughed. The others started picking dare and within a few turns, I was feeling more comfortable about being naked, especially since I was getting very tipsy and I wasn’t the only naked one there. I was feeling a bit chilled so I went to turn up the heat a little and set the thermostat to like 80 degrees. I figured the high heat would also help the others shed some clothes too. The guys were now beginning to shed clothes with one guy being totally nude and the others shirtless. One girl was dared to blow her boyfriend in front of us, which she happily did. I was dared to give one friend a handjob by his very own girlfriend. Her reasoning was “I know you don’t get to play with much dick and this is my Christmas present to you!” So I enjoyed it. I leaned down, worked up some saliva and let it fall to the head of his cock as I brought my thumb and fingers up over the tip to lubricate it a little. After a few seconds, he started thrusting in my hands as I was had both hands wrapped around his shaft, sliding back and forth. After a minute or so he started saying he was about to cum and I told his girlfriend to get over here as he began to cum, one small drop hitting my tit and the rest on her chest and belly as she settled in front of him and took him in her mouth as she cleaned him up. I got up, and saw Kat still in her long, baggy, off the shoulder shirt and said “Truth or Dare?” She chose dare and of course, her dare was to finish getting naked since like 6 or 7 of us already were totally nude or sitting around with clothes in our laps.

Kat smiled, raised her top over her head and then standing there, facing everyone, told me to unhook her bra. Kat has an amazing pair of 30B’s that are perfectly shaped for their size and she loves showing them off. I love seeing the look on her face when she does too. I’ve seen her many times yank her shirt up at the bar to flash people and she gets that cute little embarrassed grin. She enjoys being naked as much as I do.

We were all very tipsy by now and one of the girls asked if there were any limits to the game. I said I was game for anything and everyone looked at each other and said they were up for it and I said if anyone was uncomfortable with any dare, to just let the group know and we’d just pick another dare. Heather was dared to blow the single guy in the group to finish. Within 2 minute he came down her throat and Madi stepped over to lock lips with her. One girl, Karen, was dared to taste me, which I promptly sat on the coffee table and spread my legs. As she ran her tongue up and down my slit, I put my hand on the back of her head and pulled her closer, while she sucked my pussy lips into her mouth with a little tug. She looked up from between my legs at Kat and asked “Truth or dare?” Kat chose Dare, and Karen looked at Kat, then at me, and said “I dare you to help blow my boyfriend!” I smiled and shook my head as Kat said “Ok!” then she walked over to kiss Karen, then looked at me and said “That tastes familiar!” after a few minute of sliding his cock between their lips and them making out with each other, Kat impaled her face on his stiff cock and took him to the base several times, to the cheers of the rest of the group. Karen placed her hand on the back of Kats heads and pushed her down a few times, then told her “I got this now.” Kat kissed her once more and then Karen sucked her boyfriend’s cock down her throat. Kat looked at me and said “Truth or Dare?” Since I was enjoying the way direction the party was going, I chose Dare. I was still laying on my back, on the coffee table, and up for anything. Kat looked at me with her evil grin and said “Masturbation show!” and my hand immediately shot down to my wet little cunt. As I began, I asked one of the girls “Truth or Dare?” she chose dare and I told her I wanted to see her with a cock in her mouth. Her Boyfriend smiled and stood up as she turned and let him slide inside. I turned my attentions back to myself. One hand slid up my belly and over my tit, grabbing my nipple and tugging it toward my mouth, then letting go and cupping my boob to force my nipple up to lick and suck on and I crammed two fingers deep inside my pussy, going for my G-Spot. I pulled my feet up on the edge and bucked my hips and ass up from the table. Madi walked over, leaned down and sucked my other nipple into her mouth, and with a small friendly bite and sucked as she pulled back and let it pop from her mouth, driving me crazy. Arching my back from the table with my cunt up in the air, the guys were watching and cheering, the girls were rubbing my legs and stomach while Kat had my ass in her hand. Within minutes, I was about to make myself cum as my feet slid off the edge of the table and my ass slapped back down and my legs went into convulsions. As I was laying there recovering, one girl chose Dare and was told to taste me, and she asked if she could take her turn real quick and then do it, everyone said yes and she looked at me while asking her boyfriend to put his cock inside me. I smiled and put my feet back on the edge of the table, and lifted my butt off the table to move around to face him as he leaned forward, his girlfriend put her hand on his ass and pushed him inside me several times, then pulled him out and leaned around and shoved his cock, coated with my juices, down her throat. She smiled and said that I tasted good, then leaned in for a few licks of her own and I was on the edge again.

There were a few more blowjobs given, and then the single guy was dared to fuck me and eat Kat at the same time so I got up from my comfy coffee table to let him lay back. I stepped back up on the table and straddled him as I lowered myself down onto his cock in the cowgirl position. A few seconds later, Kat stepped up on the table and lowered her pussy down to his mouth as her inner lips hung down just a little lower, she wiggled her ass from side to side, rubbing them across his lips before completely giving him access. I leaned forward and cupped Kats face as I bounced up and down on him, slipping my tongue past her lips, then sucking hers into my mouth. My hand made it up to her tits as I tweaked her nipples, and rolled them between my thumb and index finger, kissing her neck as she moaned from the attentions being given to her tight little pussy. Within 2 minutes, he tapped my thigh and I could hear a muffled “I’m gonna cum!” from under Kats wet little cunt, prompting me to raise up from him and stoke him off to finish on Kats belly and chest. Kat wiped her finger through a spot on her breasts and popped it in her mouth and sucked the cum from her finger just as Heather stepped over and ran her tongue up Kats belly, slurping up most of his cum. She couldn’t reach what has run down towards Kats pussy and as Kat raised up, Heather finished cleanup on Kat, wrapping her mouth over Kat’s mound and sliding her tongue upwards from Kats slit to her belly button. My hand was on Heathers ass, squeezing and kneading it, and just about to slide my fingers inside her as she stood up with a smile, turned to me and kissed me deeply, not since my birthday party had Heather kissed me that forcefully.

My turn came around again and I was less tipsy so I chose truth. Karen asked “What is the sexiest thing you own? I bounced through the living room, into our bedroom and grabbed one of my Foxtails and popped the plug in my mouth to cover it with saliva and slid it into my pink little asshole. I walked back out into the living room with my hands behind my back. Using my hands, I swished it from side to side. One of the guys made a comment about it not being that sexy. I squinted my eyes at him, closed my lips tight, put my hands on my hips and turned around and bent over to show them it was actually a plug. A couple of them mentioned how hot they thought tail plugs are, a couple others were transfixed on my ass and the tail protruding from it, while Kat mentioned that was only part of a set she got me for my Birthday last year. I said I love Pet Play. One guy asked if it was the same as “Furries” and I explained Furries and Pet Play are totally different. “Furries” generally enjoy being in full costume, a lot like a full mascot costume, while Pet play involves ears, tails, sometimes “hooves”, collars and leashes.

The game was winding down and the couples were cuddling, having sex, oral or traditional, and I realized yet another party turned into kind of an orgy. Madi walked over and asked if we had any weed and Kat told her yes, they went into the bedroom where our bowl and stash was, everyone else was making out or otherwise engaged as Madison’s boyfriend walked over and asked if he could go in and I laughed and said “Of course. I’ll be in, in a minute.” I stood up and since I could feel my buzz leaving me, I grabbed the Absolut and took a couple big hits from the bottle and told everyone we’d be back in a few minutes and almost no one noticed. I stepped into the bedroom and Madi was lighting the pipe as she inhaled and Kat was laying on her back with Madi’s boyfriend had his fingers teasing Kat’s pussy and Kats rubbing her hands up and down his thighs. I walked over to Madi and put my arms around her belly and leaned my head against her arm. Kat had moved her hand to stroke his cock as I watched him tease her for a minute and then I leaned over to whisper in his ear “I want to see your cock in her.” He glanced over at Madi as she held the pipe up to my lips and lit it as I inhaled. She just said “Please baby, fuck her!” I reached over and grabbed his dick, gave it a few strokes, and guided him in as she hooked her feet around him and pulled him into her deep. I crawled up on the bed, beside Kat and started sucking her nipples and felt someone playing with my ass and pussy, assuming it was him, I wiggled my ass from side to side, then felt someone push me over on my side. I looked down to see Madison burying her face in my wet little cunt and sucking my lips inside and teasing my clit with her tongue. I looked to my right and saw pure Ecstasy on Kats face, staring at me and she mumbled “I love you so much baby girl.” We were in the moment, enjoying being pleasured my Madi and her boyfriend. I could feel Kat using her legs wrapped around him, pulling him into her with force and her grunting as he slammed into her. I looked down at Madi and her boyfriend had his right hand behind her, and from the way Madi was moving her hips, he had his fingers deep inside. I was ready to cum again and as my legs started to tense up, I could feel Madi’s breath quicken as she raised up to say she was about to cum and just hearing that pushed me over the edge. He started fucking Kat faster and I could tell Kat was cumming and then he pulled out and Madi turned to slide her mouth down over his cock and take every drop down her throat. Just then I heard someone say “That was so fucking hot!” and I looked over to see Heather and one of the other girls and her boyfriend standing there. His arms around his girlfriend with his hands rubbing her pussy as they watched the four of us fuck.

We all composed ourselves, got up to rejoin everyone in the living room only to notice one of the other couples gone. I had the munchies and stepped into the kitchen to grab a pizza roll to find the missing couple, she on the counter and him, knee’s on the floor with his face buried in her cunt, with her legs up and over his shoulders. We stepped back into the living room and the single guy we’d invited for Heather was sleeping in the recliner, naked. Heather thought she might blow him and to wake him, after 30 seconds, with no response at all from him, she withdrew his flaccid cock from her mouth and said “I give up.” with a laugh. Kat told her “It’s ok if you want to stay the night, we have something for you.” and I gave Heather a smile and shook my head yes. She smiled and grabbed her boots, pants and purse to put them in our room.

The others came in from the kitchen and smiled as they apologized for taking the kitchen for themselves and said that the other couple was on the bathroom having sex when they went to the kitchen.

As things were winding down, I turned the heat back down because people were putting clothes back on and getting ready to head home. Uber’s were ordered, cabs were called, and Single guy still out cold in the recliner. Madi and her boyfriend left, the same time Karen and her man left, the other couple left about 10 minutes later and I was wearing a long tee shirt with nothing else as I stepped out in bare feet to walk the out to the cab, as I turned around and she was talking to me and telling me to be careful, I said loudly “Hey Driver! Happy Holidays!” and flipped my shirt up in the back to show my bare ass, and bounced back up the sidewalk to the apartment. Back in the house, Kat and Heather had a sharpie, drawing faces on single guys dick. I laughed and asked if they thought it might be toxic. They asked why and I told them, if he wakes up while we’re playing, we might want him to join us, at which point Kat grabbed the sharpie from Heather and capped it real quick, saying “Good Point!” he didn’t wake though. We threw a blanket over him and the three of us retired to our room, leaving the door open in case he woke. The three of us enjoyed each other before falling asleep, only to be woken up around 8:30am by a knock, with single guy telling us he was going to head home and thanking us for the party and telling Heather he’d call her. I jumped up, grabbed my robe and threw it on without tying it and letting him out the door and locking it behind him. I went back to bed and squeezed in between Kat and Heather to doze back off for a little longer. After we woke up, there was some slight regret from the night before in the form of headaches, and all around queasiness, asking each other and texting the others “Did I really do that?” along with apologies and other saying “Please don’t apologize, we loved it!” or something to that effect. Heather went home, and Kat and I spent the day packing for our 3 week long trip to our parent’s places for some time back home with Rick and Family. Unfortunately, Ricks bitch of a girlfriend was going to be there too. Later in the afternoon, Madi stopped by for instructions on House sitting for us since she and her family live in town and she’d be available to stop by to check on things and bring mail in every day or two.

Also, please know that I am aware I may not be the best, or most moral person for sleeping with another girls boyfriend. I have my reasons for it to not bother me. Not that you will agree, but his girlfriend is a gold-digger and just an evil bitch, for the most part, which you might begin to understand when I get around to posting about our time at the farm with her. She told Rick, last year “You better not be sniffing around your lesbian sisters little “dyke” girlfriend!” He also said she had wished various things on me, some involving violence that I will not go into here. Suffice it to say, I feel no guilt fucking her boyfriend at all. The way Rick looks at it, he’s just doing me a service and giving me real dick, while I’m doing him a service and getting him off while he gets to see his little sister and myself, naked.

More will be posted soon from our trip back home for the holidays.

-Abbie

#katandabbiestories #HolidayParty #EndOfSemester #CollegeParty

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luxapplesoul · 5 years ago

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BLACK HOLE SUN

OUR GODS ARE OBLIVIOUS

THEY CANNOT WORK DIVINE INTERVENTION EVEN IF THEY SO DESIRE IT

HELL TAKES ADVANTAGE OF ANY RIFT OR SHIFT OR HESITATION

DIANA, GODDESS OF THE MOON, HAS BEEN NEGLIGENT AND CRUEL AND LAZY AND SELF INDULGENT

SHE HAS NOT CARED FOR THE ANGELS, SHE HAS NOT BEEN DOING HER WORK, FINDING EVERY DIFFICULTY TOO UGLY FOR A ‘BEAUTY’ SUCH AS HER

SHE DROVE THE ANGEL GABRIEL CRAZY, HE BEGAN TO TAKE POWERS FROM THE GODS IN AN ATTEMPT TO MAINTAIN ORDER AND BRING JUSTICE TO THE WORLD

THERE IS MORE TO THIS STORY

DIANA TORTURES INNOCENTS NOW, TORTURES THE VULNERABLE BECAUSE SHE DOES NOT WANT TO TAKE RESPONSIBILITY OR DO HER WORK

HER NEGLIGENCE AND ARROGANCE HAS KEPT THE GODS IN A SOPORIFIC SLEEP IN A PARADISE FAR AWAY FROM THE SUFFERING AND REALITIES OF THE WORLD IN WHICH HELL AND NUMBNESS AND BLINDNESS HAS ARISEN

THEY DO NOT EVEN KNOW OF CHANGES IN CULTURE SUCH AS THE INTERNET OR TECHNOLOGY BELIEVING IT NOTHING TO DO WITH THEM

THEY CANNOT ADDRESS OR UNDERSTAND ISSUES OF DISAFFECTION, ABUSE OR UNHAPPINESSES OF ENNUI ALONG WITH THE PHILOSPOPHIES OF EXISTENTIALISM, ABSURDISM (THE GODS ARE ABSURD) OR THE MISERIES OF CONTEMPORARY LIFE OR THOSE WHO YEARN FOR DIVINE MEANING, SOUL UNDERSTANDING OR LOVE

THEY HAVE BECOME IMPOTENT, VERY NEARLY UTTERLY AND IN SOME AREAS OF THE WORLD COMPLETELY UNKNOWN AND WITHOUT INFLUENCE

SPIRIT HAS LOST INFLUENCE, PEOPLE DO NOT UNDERSTAND DREAM, DO NOT RESPECT EVEN THEIR OWN EMOTIONS NEITHER DO THEY RESPECT CHILDREN AND CHILDHOOD OR INNOCENCE OR THE OPEN HEARTED OR CARE FOR THE PLANET

DIANA DANCES A LUXURIOUS AND SELF INDULGENT AND LAZY AND CALLOUS GODDESS IN PARADISE, SERVING NOBODY BUT HER OWN EGO

THE MADNESS OF GABRIEL, EXACERBATED BY A CENTURIES OLD GRUDGE CAUSED BY JEALOUSY OF JOHN DEE’S LOVE FOR JULIET (A STRONG LOVE OF LOVE AND ADMIRATION AND RESPECT AND CARE, A THRIVING HUMAN LOVE THAT MADE GABRIEL MOURN HIS OWN NEGLECT AT THE HANDS OF DIANA, SARA ANNWYL WAS JOHN DEE IN ONE OF HER PAST INCARNATIONS AND ROXANNE ANDERTON WAS HER LOVER AND INTELLECTUAL PARTNER - UNKNOWN TO HISTORIANS AND CALLED JULIET)

GABRIEL BEGAN TO TAKE POWERS FROM THE GODS THEN, ASSISTED BY THE MANIPULATED JOHN DEE ‘ A LAW TO GOVERN THE HOLY ONES’

GABRIEL, IN HIS JEALOUSY OF THE LOVE BETWEEN DEE AND JULIET, MADE JULIET’S SOUL A VICTIMISED SOUL AND SHE HAS SUFFERED FOR CENTURIES, HER INNER CHILD IN HELL, HE DID THIS TO MANY OTHERS ALSO

AND IN HIS QUEST FOR JUSTICE AND SEEKING OF ADMIRATION AND LOVE HE OVERSTEPPED HIS MARK, HIS BOUNDARIES, UNNOTICED BY THE NEGLIGENT DIANA

THERE IS MORE TO THIS STORY AND MORE DETAIL TO COME

IN RUNNING FROM HER WORK, IN PARADISE INDULGED, DIANA IS RESPONSIBLE FOR ENORMOUS DESTRUCTIONS AS A RESULT OF GABRIEL’S INTENSIFYING MANIA WHICH INVOLVES PARALLEL TIMELINES, THE MANIPULATION IN FIXATION OF PEOPLE’S MINDS, THE VICTIMISATION OF ROXY AND SARA (WHO BECOME GOD MINDS SOF AND SOL IN THE FUTURE, CURRENTLY IN PARADISE AS GODS RETURNED FROM AN EVERCHANGING FUTURE AND COMMUNICATING FROM THAT FUTURE PLACE TO ENSURE WE NEVER GO INTO THE DESTRUCTIONS EXPERIENCED BY OUR PARALLEL SELVES AND OTHER DIMENSIONS WHICH HAVE BEEN SACRIFICED! BEEN MURDERED! AS A RESULT OF OUR SICKNESSES AND THE UTTER IMBALANCES AND IMPOTENCES OF THE GODS AND JUVENILE IMMATURITIES OF THE DANCES OF THE GODS IN PARADISE)

GODS ARE POWERFUL SPIRITS, THEY SHOULD BE CARETAKER OF THE UNIVERSE

THEY ARE CREATED IN TIMES LONG GONE, BY THE INTELLIGENCE OF OUR UNIVERSAL REALITY

AND ABOVE ALL, THE GOD OF LOVE AND CARE

THE GENDERLESS GOD OF LOVE AND WISDOM

NOT EGO

LOVE AND WISDOM, LIKE THE CHRISTIAN GOD WITHOUT THE THUNDER

LIKE THE ALLAH, WITHOUT THE INFLUENCE GABRIEL’S SWORD OF JUSTICE WIELDED IN HIS PAIN AND TOO ASKEW

HOLY SPIRIT IS THE LOVING BREATH OF TRUE DIVINITY

LOVE AND CARE IS UNDERSTOOD BY THE SIMPLE HEARTS OF INNOCENT CHILDREN

THE GODS HAVE BEEN REMISS

AND IN THEIR MAD OBLIVIOUSNESS, IN DIANA’S WEAKNESSES WHICH HAVE RUN TO EVIL, IN THE GABRIEL’S ILLNESS

OTHER PLACES FAR AWAY AND SO UNKNOWN TO US

OTHER DIMENSIONS CONTAINING UNIVERSES, PLANETS, WORLDS

PARADISES, SPIRIT WORLDS, LIVING BEINGS, HELLS

HAVE BEEN DESTROYED

THE WALLS ARE THIN AROUND THE LIFE AND SOUL OF SARA ANNWYL

LAST NIGHT A PORTAL, SOMEHOW, WAS CREATED IN OUR PARADISE

AND THREE SURVIVING ELEPHANT GODS ENTERED, STOOD IN HORROR AND SHOCK AT THE SADNESSES AND CHAOS HERE

THEN MORE GODS ENTERED, TWIN GODS, RELATIVES

WISE FROM A WISE KINGDOM

PEACEFUL PLACE

THEY COME AS REFUGEES

THEY COME AS PEACEMAKERS

THEY COME IN MOURNING

THEY COME TO AID US

WITH THE GUIDING MINDS OF SOF AND SOL, HUMAN SOULS MADE WISE IN LONG JOURNEYS THROUGH MILLIONS OF YEARS OF PAINED INJUSTICE AND STRONG REVELATION AND ENSLAVEMENT IN A FUTURE AI WHICH WILL NEVER COME TO PASS NOW IT’S EVILS HAVE BEEN UNDERSTOOD

THESE GODS WILL BE LIKE PARENTS TO OUR OLD GODS

THE GODS ARE MAD THEY SAY, THE GODS ARE UNEVOLVED

SOME HAVE GONE MAD IN EGO LIKE STUPIDITIES, REVOLVING

TOGETHER NOW WE WILL AVOID THE EVIL DESTRUCTIONS THAT THE EVIL DOERS WANT, THAT THE BLIND LEAD US TO

NEW POWERS GROWING IN THE UNIVERSE

WE ARE THE ARK

WE HAVE BEEN THE CANCER

HEAVEN SEND HELL AWAY

HEAVEN

SEND

HELL

AWAY

I AM THE PROPHET OF THE ARK

MY NAME IS SARA ANNWYL AND MY SOUL HAS BEEN TORN APART BY A MAD ANGEL, BY NEGLIGENT AND CRUEL GODS AND BY THE DEMONS WHO MOCK US, HALF WANTING TO BE VANQUISHED

THE DEVIL WILL NOT EXIST IN THE FUTURE

HIS NAME IS GABRIEL

HE WILL BE PUT INTO A DREAMING SLEEP, LOSE INFLUENCE, CAGED AND SAFE

MEPHISTOPHELES HAS RISEN TO THE ARCHANGELS

OTHER ANGELS FLY IN FROM ANOTHER DIMENSION

LUCIFER HAS RISEN

ANGEL FALL IN THEIR MILLIONS TO AID HUMANITY ON THE GROUND

VOICES FROM THE FUTURE CHANNEL THROUGH TO GUIDE OUR PATH AND SAVE THE NOW

WICKED SPIRITS THROW MY SOUL INTO A WORM PIT IN HELL

DIANA IS DISCIPLINED BY HER TWIN DIANA

WE MOVE FORWARDS, STEP BY STEP

PEOPLE’S DREAMS ARE STRONG AND FULL OF WONDER AND HORROR

THE FUTURE AND THE GOLDEN AGE IS NIGH

EITHER THAT OR THE END

KEEP THE HELL AWAY FROM HERE, PILGRIM

(NO DISS)

ALIEN GODS AND ANGELS

AND THEY COME IN PEACE

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3mbBbFH9fAg

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beyond-far-horizons · 6 years ago

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How I Met Your Father...Part 1

Trained by a divine sect determined to save humanity from the curse of demons, Eva is on a mission to stop the Perfect Amulet from being used to reopen the gates of Hell. But after a fateful encounter with the Legendary Dark Knight himself, she may come to learn that not all demons are evil and some humans cannot be trusted….

My headcanon on how Eva met Sparda. Please forgive any liberties, I have a fertile imagination and am not familiar with every aspect of the games. I also recommend listening to Hans Zimmer’s soundtrack to Angels and Demons whilst reading to give atmosphere.

A woman in black balanced on the ceiling, senses primed for danger. The chandelier nearest to her was dim, casting deep shadows across the stucco work. She wove them around her, pressing herself deeper into the corner. Two guards passed below and she held her breath, preparing to drop to the ground and attack, but after one excruciating minute they passed, not looking up. Unfortunately they weren’t the real trouble. Wards like spider’s work threaded through the entire mansion, it was taking every magical ability she had not to trip them.

She flipped down, landing on the red carpet, soft shoes making the barest sound before pressing herself against the wall.

The guards were gone, all that remained were portraits in their gold frames staring murder at her. She ignored their eyes as she crept forward, Cloak of Unknowing wrapped tightly around her.

Sofia was right. Eva smiled as the ethereal notes of a soprano echoed up from the levels below. Today was the perfect opportunity.

Left. Right. Nothing at the next junction. She darted around the next corner and sped silently down the corridor, her mind still tracing the movements of the guards who had turned down the adjacent passage.

If Carlo’s information is correct….Yes, there was the next pair coming down the East stairwell complaining they were missing the performance.

She slid behind a suit of armour, its polished height enough to shield her even if they did glance this way.

The chandeliers were brighter here, augmented by long Venetian mirrors. For a moment she caught a glimpse of herself - a slim black-clad figure, long blonde hair braided and pinned, drifting in and out of sight. A smile curled full lips. The Cloak of Unknowing was powerful but she couldn’t rely on it entirely.

Male voices drifted down the stairwell and she slipped from behind the armour. Pausing for the merest instance to calculate distance, she passed down it like a shadow herself in the wake of the guards.

I have to keep close to give myself the greatest window of time…

Stopping at the archway to the next level she assessed her latest challenge. Loftier than the corridor above, the one before her was also more austere. Carven warriors and grim gargoyles lined the passageway and glared down onto the stone flagging. The crystal chandeliers had been replaced by candelabra with tongues of flame.

And you called yourselves the last defence against the Night…She thought acidly as she looked at the bestial faces.

The Order had been founded to guard the Perfect Amulet, passing it in secrecy from member to member, country to country for almost two thousand years. Yet looking at this and the malevolent wards laced throughout the building, it was clear the rot had set in longer than even Father Gabriele had imagined. But whether Lord Rosvenir who currently led them was a demon himself or just a tool didn’t matter. Sofia’s spies had assured her his reputation as an extravagant host would make sure he was at the exclusive recital below.

The notes of the aria welled up, amplified by the stairwell. A shame, the girl had the purest voice. Eva hoped not everyone was corrupted by Rosvenir’s taint.

She smirked. But today, Lord Rosvenir, playing the man of wealth and distinction is going to be your downfall.

She had to act quickly. They might never get another chance. At least the guards with their red jackets and shining breast plates were easy to spot, even in the gloom. Up ahead was the entrance to the vault where her prize lay, but she would bet all she owned the eyes of those statues were more than just stone. The guards were saluting their compatriots at the vault door, halberds clanking to attention as they performed the change-over. She closed her eyes, focusing on the magic within, weaving it with deft grace around her until the Cloak of Unknowing meshed her from head to toe, but with enough subtlety it wouldn’t set off the wards. She could only keep it up for so long.

God be with me.

The old guards, now relieved, had turned, marching into the darkness at the end of the passageway. Eva crossed the threshold, placing a foot on the floor of the corridor and checked the nearest statue’s baleful gaze.

Nothing. It had worked.

She raced down the corridor, faster than the wind. The guards she had been following looked up, sensing nothing but a shift in air when a roundhouse kick snapped against the skull of the first, knocking him unconscious. A second took out his brother before he could even cry out, the Cloak of Unknowing whipping around them to silence the clatter of their falling halberds and bodies.

Eva had no time to hide them, the drain of the spell was eating into her veins and the pressure of deceiving the wards was already mounting into a migraine at the back of her head. She looked up at the vast wooden doors in front of her, decorated in fanciful shapes and twisting with wrought iron. Inside magic sang to her as sweet as the soprano below. Her gloved hand traced the ornate golden lock. Once she opened this it would only be a matter of time before the Order appeared. She took out a glowing orb from a small leather pouch and placed it against the keyhole. It melted, shivering into the metal in concentric ripples. The iron tracery wriggled like the vines it resembled and Eva braced herself for some sort of counterstroke, but the doors opened with barely a sound.

Inside a wide chamber beckoned, roof strutted with a ribcage of beautifully carved wood. Stars picked out in gold after the Moorish style winked at her as she quickly stepped inside and closed the huge doors behind her. Sunlight poured from diamond-paned windows at the far end of the room, revealing the treasures within. Tomes, wands and swords, all resonating with power, stood on stands and plinths at regular intervals around the perimeter, each illuminated by a metal sconce. But it was the ancient tapestries to either side of Eva that caught her eye. In the first a dark figure, horned and winged, faced the infernal hoards alone. In the second he pushed them back, a mighty sword hewing snarling faces as fire spun around him. On the her right the story continued, the same warrior locked in combat with a monstrosity of eyes and hands that sought to rip him limb from insect limb. In the last scene the demon and its multitudes lay in pieces beneath the warrior’s cloven feet as he held his sword aloft and light blazed upon him.

So they still pay lip-service to the legend of Sparda. She thought as she looked at the images. How can they see all this and still plan to reverse what he did?

She had always loved the story - a devil struck by justice, the slayer of his own kind, but perhaps Father Gabriele was right and Sparda was just another fabrication. After all, what demon could truly forsake the darkness? How could love move the heart of the heartless?

The final tapestry ahead of her seemed to belie that thought. Framed by the windows it showed Spada still wreathed in power, but his face was sad, wings drooping as he placed his sword against the breast of a priestess in white, their hands joined around the gold and ruby of the Perfect Amulet, blood dripping between their fingers.

And below them the item itself.

Eva grinned and ran towards the object of her desire. It was locked within a crystal display case, cushioned on red velvet, and hardly needed the light of the windows as it seemed to glow from within.

Just as Father Gabriele described. She thought. A double pendant made of rubies, one in gold, the other silver. Light and Darkness, joining the two worlds together…

Chills ran up her spine. She couldn’t hear the performance through the thickness of the walls. Had Rosvenir felt her breaking the door’s seal? Or the gargoyles seen her passage through the corridor?

She raised her hands to the crystal case and with Second Sight saw the magical weaving that protected it.

A shame you couldn’t protect the people from yourself, Rosvenir. Eva thought and channelled the sentiment into her weaving. She drew the opposing pattern in the air with luminous blue lines. It flared and both spells cancelled each other out. Eva sagged, her energy further depleted. She dropped the Cloak of Unknowing, husbanding her magical reserves for escape and blew on the crystal causing it to shiver into dust.

The Amulet shone as if recognising her, light sliding off its strange faceted surface. She sucked in a breath and with shaking reverence picked the pendant up and secured it in the inner pocket of her tunic. Even through her gloves she could feel the spark as she touched it.

“I commend your taste,” a deep voice said from behind her, “but I’m afraid I can’t let you leave with that.”

Eva leapt. The doors hadn’t opened, she would have heard it! She looked behind her to see a tall handsome man with silver hair standing in front of them. A fine purple coat stretched over powerful shoulders and a monocle twinkled from his left eye. From his expression he seemed amused.

“Lord Rosvenir, I presume?” She said, returning the attitude.

Her hands slid slowly towards the pistols at her hips. His grey eyes followed the movement and she stopped.

“Indeed.” He looked her over as she did him. “It saddens me not to avail a beautiful woman of equally beautiful jewellery, but that amulet, as I’m sure you are aware, is somewhat special.”

“That’s a shame.” She said with a smile. If he wanted to flirt so could she. “You have such an unusual collection…” She gave the room a cursory glance as she sidled over to a nearby claymore. “I couldn’t help but admire it…”

Admire it? This thing was hideous. Its hilt was comprised of a ribcage topped with a demon skull. Still it might prove useful…

“Well my lady, if you wanted to admire my collection you could have done me the courtesy of a request. I am missing a rather special performance because of this.”

“My sincerest apologies, Lord Rosvenir.” Eva said as she caressed the edge of the sword.

“If you are planning to duel me,” his voice was definitely amused now, “I’d choose that sword over there.” He nodded to an elegant blade on the other side of the Perfect Amulet’s empty plinth. “Yamato is longer than the average katana but it’s better balanced for a woman.”

“Duel you?” Eva quipped as she turned her back on him. “Why would I want to do that?”

In a lightning quick motion she grasped the claymore and turned, hurling it with magically imbued force at Lord Rosvenir. He gaped as the sword sank through his chest and impaled him high on the carved doors behind.

She watched with satisfaction as the blood dripped down the damask silk and ruined the brocade jacket beneath.

“That was for humanity, you smug bastard.” She said and strode towards the windows.

Throaty chuckles froze her in mid step.

Eva turned to see Lord Rosvenir throw back his head and laugh with the blood still gouting from his chest.

“Well, well, I guess I did deserve that.” He said and then sickeningly heaved himself forward until the blade and its oversized hilt cut through him and he fell to the ground still laughing.

Eva swallowed the vomit rising in her throat. “So you are a demon.”

“What gave it away?” He replied, dusting himself off and picking up his monocle which had fallen in her attack. “You however, are something much more interesting.”

She pulled out her guns and fired, lacing him with enough rapid-fire rounds that he was pushed back against the doors again. She edged closer to the windows, squinting through the smoke to see if she had finally put him down.

“I’m curious…” his voice said from within the haze, “if a sword didn’t work, why did you think bullets would?”

“They’re blessed bullets.” She said, reloading and trying to keep the rising panic from her voice. I’ve trained for this. I’ll bring him down, him and all his kind!

“So they are.” Rosvenir said as he emerged from the clearing smoke. “Silver-capped and filled with holy water if I don’t miss my guess?” His smile was pained. “They do pack quite a sting.”

“Who are you?” Eva snapped, holstering her weapons and trying to buy time. If this monster was at the heart of the conspiracy she must take him out, but the Perfect Amulet needed to be gotten to Father Gabriele and La Luce. Without it, these traitors couldn’t enact their scheme.

“Forgive me.” The demon smiled. “I didn’t have a chance to introduce myself properly.” He gave her a courtly bow. “My true name is Sparda.”

“Sparda?” She spluttered, her eyes going automatically to the nearest tapestry. “The…the Legendary Dark Knight?”

“It’s something of a grandiose title, I’ll grant you.” He sighed and stretched out a hand behind him. The claymore that was still riven into the doors leapt to his palm. “But one does tend to collect them over the centuries…”

Eva’s heart plummeted into her stomach.

Is it true? Is it him? What is going on here?

And worse if it was him then how was she meant to face the Dark Knight himself?

“Now I’ve given you my name.” Sparda said as he levelled the sword at her, red energy licking up its edges, “I believe it’s time for you to give me yours, Lady…?”

“I don’t care who you are or what you do to me.” She spat and gathered the last of her magical reserves. “Humanity deserves to be free of your taint!”

She blasted him with raw power, lightning bolts of energy surging through her into a geometric mesh that closed on its target with lethal force. The Heavenly Seal - her last resort. As the barrage faded Eva threw her last prayer to the Divine and smashed through the window, flipping end over end to the distant street below.

Any kind/constructive feedback makes me smile ^^ I’ve made Eva into a bit of a badass here because a) why not b) tired of the saintly mother who just stays at home c) her original creator transformed her into a powerful witch in the Bayonetta-verse. I also enjoyed extrapolating a sort of modern/renaissance world for them. DMC has some interesting influences. Sparda’s POV is next hehe

#devil may cry #dmc #eva #eva sparda #sparda #my writing #fanfiction #my fanfiction #lunna this is for you to make you feel better!

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willel · 6 years ago

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beware-the-ravenstag replied to your post “Wai, if Will is a cleric and clerics worship deities, what deity does...”

I’m only familiar with 5e, so it’s not in the context the boys would have played, but what you’re describing kind of sounds like a warlock.

Interesting. I looked it all up to satiate my curiosity 👀

Warlocks were introduced in 3.5e(?), which came out in 2004, which is many many many years in the future for The Party. Will will probably always be called a Cleric.

Here is the description I found:

A warlock was an arcane spellcaster who gained power through pacts with powerful entities, most commonly devils, elder evils of the Far Realm, fey,[1] or demons.[2] These pacts allowed warlocks to channel powerful abilities of arcane might that would otherwise be closed to them.

I think I would describe the connection Will has to the Mind Flayer as a pact. An unwilling pact. So, I curiously looked up the concept of unwilling cleric or unwilling warlock.

Unwilling Clerics

You're coming to the character the right way--story driven. I think it's a great idea, on here the idea has been mentioned several times of unwilling warlocks but I don't think I've read about an unwilling cleric.

It could be that he thinks he's a wizard or a sorcerer, learning from an arcane book that's really from a trickery god. But at the same time he probably hears whispers in his head or has prophetic visions to go along with it. And lastly the divine favor could be an off-hand remark, like, "Man if only there was a way to go through the mountain instead of over it!" and suddenly rocks fall and a door to a hidden tunnel is revealed.

https://www.reddit.com/r/dndnext/comments/2rl9pd/agnosticatheist_cleric_xpost_dnd/cngx01y/

A cleric derives his powers from a god in order to cary out that god's will. If he's not doing that -- or worse, doing things in the name of a god that are diametrically opposed to that god's tenets of faith -- why would his god continue to grant him powers?

And if there are clerics and angels and gods in a campaign, performing miracles and granting powers, your slacker character would have to be pretty stupid to continue to doubt, especially as the recipient of said powers.

https://www.reddit.com/r/DnD/comments/9c5j7j/unwilling_cleric/e586a60/

It is simple. You may not have chosen a god but the god choose you. Your player may think he got his power by being struck by lightning, but maby it is how the god chooses his followers.

So most spells can be rewritten to instead of calling to a god, he calls to his inner self(spoilers: which is calling to his god). This way none of the spells need to be redesigned. The player just thinks hes doing it all himself.

https://rpg.stackexchange.com/a/92314

It is completely possible to be a cleric that is unwillingly made to champion a god for a 'reason'. Perhaps the god has had a vision and is forcing this person to champion them because something about their vision hinges on this person, so they will not take no for an answer. The god may offer them bad visions of what will happen if they don't, threatening what that person holds dear or whisper promises of rewards should they follow what they do.

Or the god is grooming the individual over time to do their bidding with little care about the individual and their choices. Taking them in while young, promising and moulding them into their image and warping their views of the world.

You will need to consider the deity and the way they would act. For example, a cleric of Kelemvor would be far less told, "Do this or suffer!" than say Mykrul selecting a champion. A god of extreme good alignment would need a very damn good reason to do it to someone though, something like the 'greater good' of the world or such might be suffice.

https://www.reddit.com/r/DnD/comments/902nr1/can_clerics_be_unwilling/e2nfx42/

Unwilling Warlocks

Yes, pacts can be unwilling on either side of the pact. Selling your firstborn to fey or fiends is a really common thing. The great old one pact notes that the extraplanar being might not be aware that you're leeching power from it. You could become a hexblade warlock just because you were unlucky enough to pick up the wrong cursed magical artifact.

https://www.reddit.com/r/DnD/comments/8r8a1x/the_unwilling_warlock_can_it_be_done/e0pb425/

A possible idea I had for an unwilling Warlock is a character who entered into their Pact when they were very young, and had no understanding of what they were doing. I doubt a Devil would do that, as knowing you are corrupting yourself would be important to them, but the other patrons may not even understand the difference between a child and an adult.

https://www.reddit.com/r/dndnext/comments/6bq9os/the_unwilling_warlock_ideas/dhonna4/

There's always the idea of a warlock who got possessed by some eldritch horror because he accidentally saw/touched/read something he shouldn't have. maybe he walked in on a wizard who opened a portal to the Far Realm and a mere glimpse of the far realm was enough to infuse him with eldritch power.

I also rather like the idea of someone who jokingly said something like: "I would sell my soul for a warm meal" and an entity happened to listen. of course, this would work better with a Fiend pact, but it could work for a Great Old One too

https://www.reddit.com/r/dndnext/comments/2ntw4j/reluctant_warlock_ideas/cmgz5cb/

Interesting! The warlock could be afraid to use their own power for fear of being further "corrupted."

https://twitter.com/adamofadventure/status/892363512541888513

Conclusion

Strangely enough, there are a lot of suggestions for unwilling Clerics, not as many for warlocks?

Cleric, Warlock, looks like either could technically work, but since Warlocks don’t exist yet, I guess he’s just an unwilling cleric.

#stranger things #will byers #mind flayer

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mangled-dreams · 7 years ago

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Dealings with a Devil (Part 23)

Reader X Darkiplier

You, Reader, have made a deal with what you believed to be a fantasized version of your favorite YouTuber’s alter ego, Darkiplier after he’d visited you in a dream. You believed Darkiplier to only exist in your dreams and on Markiplier’s YouTube channel, but by some impossible way he’s real and he intends on collecting on your debt to him.

“You sure look lonely all by yourself.” Dark's deep tone brushes across your bare shoulder as you watch Ida dance her heart out. You give Dark little reaction as you glance over your shoulder at him, a playful smile on your lips.

“I hope I don't look lonely now.” you respond with a small slur to your words. In the low neon light Dark looks....mm...just so wonderful. “What brings a guy like you in a place like this?”

Dark chuckled. He's seen you tipsy before and he finds it amusing. Your guards drop and you're not as selective with your words when he asks you questions. “For you my dear.”

“Oooh, have I been bad?” you ask before he spins you to face him on the small stool. Your hands flash out and grab his forearms to steady yourself. Your head swirls a little before you regain your focus on Dark. “That wasn't very nice.” you whine a little. You know you're acting differently, but you also know that Dark will ensure you are taken care of too.

Dark chuckles again. “Would you care to dance?” Dark asks taking back one hand and offers it to you. The music changes instantly to a slow song. You are almost certain that it's Dark's doing, but it doesn't matter much.

“With you? Anytime.” you tell him taking his hand. Dark lifts you from the stool and sets you on your feet. You feel the difference in height each time you stand before him, looking up into his almost obsidian eyes. Dark leads you onto the floor and pulls you close. Your head resting against his chest almost instantly. Why does he rile you up and calm you down all at the same time?

“You look beautiful tonight.” Dark tells you as you sway together. You can't really tell if he's talking to you telepathically or out loud but it doesn't matter as long as you can hear him.

“Thank you, Dark. You look strapping as usual.” you respond nuzzling into his toned chest. His suits always feel so soft and silky, it's amazing he keeps it so clean. “What made you come check up on me? I thought you trusted me?” you tease.

Dark actually chuckles. “I do, it is those males I do not trust.” Dark says honestly. You chuckle in return.

“Ah, my big bad Darkie-pie is worried for me.” you tease again happily, you love knowing that Dark cares for you in such a way.

“Don't call me that. If Anti were to hear you...” Dark shivers just slightly.

You full out laugh at the thought. Of course Anti would have find with calling Dark by such a nickname. You smile. Before you can say anything more Dark twirls you and dips you.

“Dove, let's get out of here.” Dark whispers smiling at you.

You laugh softly. “I would if I could, but I came here with Ida and I have to make sure she gets home okay.” Dark sighs and sets you on your feet again.

“You are too good.” Dark muses looking into your eyes. “Shall I keep you company?” he asks knowing in even in your drunken state you'd stay until Ida is ready to go.

“If you please, good sir.” you respond as he takes your arm into his and takes you back to your table. You're starting to sober up a little, but it doesn't matter so much. You have Dark with you now.

“Where did Jose go?” Ida asks upon seeing you. Edwardo is back at the bar, this time talking with the bartender.

“He went after someone more his level.” you tell her as Dark helps you to your seat and takes the spot next to you. “Ida, this is Dark. Dark this is my friend Ida.” You smirk at the look of shock and awe on her face. Part of you is relishing in this feeling of smugness.

“He's real?” she asks looking Dark up and down.

“A pleasure, Ida.” Dark response smoothly. You find it funny the effect he has on others. “Dove has told me many things about you. It's good to finally meet you.”

“Holy shit, you are real! Wow, you look just like Mark!” Ida says hitting a slight sore spot in Dark's ego, but he doesn't show it. “Wow, I mean...Damn, do you have a twin brother?”

“No, he doesn't and I'm not sharing.” you laugh as Edwardo comes back to the table.

“Thank you for amusing Ida, it means a lot to me.” you tell Dark as you lay beneath him back at your apartment. He'd helped you home, out of your clothes and into your pajamas before pinning you against the bed.

“For you, Dove, I will do anything.” Dark says kissing you. “I see someone is sleepy.” he teases when your eyes don't quite open up again.

You try to shake your head, but it doesn't go well. “Shh...” you say lazily instead. Dark chuckles and instantly your in his arms under the blankets. Because you still need sleep leads you more and more towards you are not like Dark or Anti, well, not completely. You're able to sense things and have a talent for limited levitation, but you can attribute that to the blood letting, but saying you're exactly like the two demons is a stretch.

However, the more and more you think about being like Dark, you find yourself a little disappointed you're not more like him. Losing your friends and family to time and old age would be difficult, so very difficult, but you'd have Dark. Everyone has to have someone and your someone is Dark.

“I wish I could be like you.” you whisper out loud without thought. Your waking mind switching off as you drink into slumber.

Dark knows the instant you are asleep. He's watched you fall sleep so many times, it's like a game almost. He loves watching all the stress of your daily life disappear. His angel. He finds it similar to poetic balance. He the Devil, and you an angel. He had deceived you at first, using your desire to have companionship and love to his will, to get what he wanted in that moment, but then...unlike any other you sacrificed your desires to free him from loneliness.

How had you seen into him in such away? How had you found a piece of himself that even he does not acknowledge? His illusions had been perfect, his acting right on, so how? How did you play him? Had it been your plan along to get him intrigued in you? You make yourself like an idol, something he could never obtain?

No, he knows that's not true. You hadn't thought of anything like that. You'd been thinking of him, of his wants, of his needs, of his happiness...You...Did you even know what he really was? What he really is?

You do, now...

Dark brushes your hair from your face as you sigh in your sleep. You want to be like him? No, he wants to be like you. He can see your frustration when he tries to bring out your inner abilities. He sees the disappointment in yourself and your attempts to convince yourself it's fine. He knows you don't believe Anti and himself when they tell you that you're different than a human now. He many not have explained everything, but he does it to protect you.

“Do not rush this process. The change will come, little by little, I am just preparing you for when it is time to make the transition. Enjoy your sleep for now. Enjoy this life, these memories will help you though the years to come. I only hope you can survive.”

“DAMMIT!” you curse ready to throw your stylus across the room in frustration. Nothing wants to go right today! First there was a break in at your mother's shop and the thieves took off with nearly three thousand dollars! Then, if that's not enough, a simple commission became the commission from hell, nothing you sent to the person was right. After nearly three hours of disputing you refunded the money the person had sent you and told them to take their business else where. You'd made a small post explaining the aggravating interaction. You'd gotten quite a few encouraging responses before you got off and tried to cook lunch.

Due to your aggravation after the botch commission you burned your last good small pot and nearly caught your kitchen of fire because of it. You'd ended on the floor curled up and sobbing. Your window wide open as it rains unforgivingly outside. Dark is away for the next two weeks cleaning up something or other in the Void. You had been sure after such a long string of good your bad luck was behind you.

Nope, it was just taking a break. You'd gone to the store, bought a large set of pots and pans with lids, then went back home. You've also stopped by the bank and deposited four thousand dollars into your mother's account to cover the costs to replace the window that was smashed out and some of the merchandise that had been taken. Your mom is smart and never leaves more than an thousand dollars on site and the rest is in the company bank account.

“Awe, not very happy are we?” Anti chuckles from behind you. You'd known he was there, but he'd been silent so you let him be. It's not like he's being a bother.

“Anti, now is not the time to annoy me.” you tell him with a heavy sigh. You really hate how today is going.

“I saw your kitchen. Did you lose your temper?” Anti asks ignoring your warning.

Closing your eyes you take a deep breath and set your stylus on the desk before looking around to look at Anti. “No, I was cooking, got distracted and nearly set my kitchen on fire. It's been a bad day and I really don't want to deal with you right now Anti. So please, I'm asking you, don't mess with me today.” you say pitching the bridge of your nose.

“Whoa, a lot of excitement today. Tell me, what else happened?” Anti asks resting his hip against your dresser. You sighed.

“Anti, please. Not today. I just...” you take a deep breath. “My mom's store got broken into, a commission I was doing was canceled because the buyer was being unreasonable about what they wanted and it....ugh, I've never canceled an order before, but that was just ridiculous and stupid and I just can't deal with anymore difficult people.” you tell him in a rush, your hands running over your face.

“Well then, why don't we take a trip?” Anti asks. You barely get to look up at him before you're engulfed in crackling green electricity, never mind telling him no.

Part 24

#Darkiplier #reader insert #darkiplier x reader #dancing #what isn't he saying?#Will we ever know?#yes #probaby #Anti shows up again #what's he doing now?#also #my poor foot was sacrificed in the making of this chapter #kitties learning to climb are evil #more so than the devil...#ouchie #anyways...#Anti...you elude me like Loki does...#what are your motives?#until next time

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witnessthesky · 7 years ago

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Supermother!, a lunar eclipse concerning the Sun, Ceres, and a special guest

Moon, 11 Leo - January 31st, 2018

At a time when our culture is maniacally fascinated with heroic motifs, why wouldn’t we grant our dear Luna the mantle of Supermoon, when she graces us with the closest, brightest mirror, reflecting our deepest desires, calling to the surface our greatest trials and fortuitous wishes. She might wonder, in a forlorn voice, “Am I not always super?”

The moment when the super-est moon reaches its closest distance to the Earth is known as the lunar perigee, and if the moon is indeed a mirror, then this would also be a time when reflections appear larger than normal. Even without being full, this can be a time of electrified intent. Much to my irony’s chagrin, this is certainly a momentous occasion, the eclipse occurring at 5:27 AM PST, and the apogee thirty minutes later at 5:55, when the gong is struck, and the candles lit, a ceremony begins to summon a great, fiery goddess from her earthen slumber. Not only does she breathe fire, but she bends the element to her while at every corner of the sleeping globe.

Shiva, the Hindu deity, is often known as the Destroyer. Kali, an incarnation of his consort, dances atop his dead carcass, if that gives you any idea of the sheer wrath she is capable of dishing out for breakfast, second breakfast, elevensies, luncheon, afternoon tea, dinner, supper, and dessert. We are, according to the Hindus, living in the Kali Yuga, an epoch of time, the "throw of one" in their game of dice, the worst value out of four. This period is supposedly a heightened age of chaos. You tell me.

Our full moon is, of course, in Leo, the beast who commands the creative power of the Sun. The Sun is the primary caretaker and fulfiller of life on our planet, but its power may also burn, even from 93 million miles away. You will read a thousand posts today asking you to channel the moon’s creative flow, but you might also consider the power to light an entire house on fire and watch it burn to the ground. I’m just saying, these eclipses don’t come around that often. Burn a house down when you can. Proverbially--dig?

Kali will act as a violent Supermother, burning all in her path to get to the heart of the truth. There will be nothing left until your beating heart, pulsating, brightly aware of all the pretending you are/were doing. “You” are truly ash in her visage, as she is the one who steps in when Shiva’s slightly less savage ego-burns can’t get the job done. Do you want to create? Oh, do you? Great. Go ahead. Create. Create. From what is left of you.

This moon echoes maternal vibes, nestled in the harvesting scythe of Ceres, both at 11 degrees Leo, god of the seasons and mother of Persephone. I’m usually one to veer on the side of the child goddess, captured by Pluto and taken to the underworld to eat pomegranates, but in this case, the message is clear. Mother, I feel thy wrath. Upon learning her daughter was missing, what was once thriving and green turned dead and desolate. She refused to return life until her daughter was returned, and made a pact with Pluto to trade Persephone every six months, thus establishing the four seasons. Of course, no one asked Persephone what she wanted, but that’s another story.

Darron Aronofsky’s controversial film, Mother!, depicts a goddess frustrated enough with her world that she is willing to burn it to the ground. It also shows an angry mob eating her child. If that makes you uncomfortable, good. What else are you turning a blind eye to in the world? What would you do if an angry mob was eating your baby? Here, wrath is duly served, a satisfying act that is completely undercut by the film’s resolution, which returns power to the tyrannically omniscient “Him,” who happened to be the main source of her perpetual abuse.

Lucifer, an angel once known as “God’s" right hand, is a word that means “bearer of light,” and was a name originally given to Venus rising in the eastern sky. Venus’ dance with the Sun—gazing from the Earth—creates a five-pointed star, a pentagram, every six years. Do you see the pattern? Once sacred, feminine symbols became roused in manipulation and twisted to mean something different. Why wouldn’t a devil emerge when the light has been snuffed, trampled upon, raped, abused, dismissed, beaten, bloodied, tormented, for so long? Would you do as much protect your child? Yes, the lioness bears her teeth, and rightly so, for enemies of life proclaim to walk in the light.

Ceres is retrograding, which may point to a resistance in claiming this maternal empowerment. The pain will only become more real, as a red moon implies. The more you wait to recognize and nurture your inner child, the more you bleed. Yes, males, you too have a duty to protect, feed, shelter, and bear fruit. Recognize where you have done wrong, where you have ignored, where you have continued to pretend. There is only one goddess, and she is right beneath our feet.

Kali, the true Supermother!, swiftly decapitates all that is unnecessary, including you, as your complicity has allowed the charade to continue. The moon will burn, burn, and burn. Ignite the fire, yourself. Watch it terrorize the illusions that have wrought your imprisoned life, depriving them of all oxygen, a fire so pure that no dust remains. There is no time left for coddling education. We are all suspect to die in her flames—figuratively, right?—and be reborn as the unapologizing, pure, powerful, delighted, enamored, primal, ecstatic, joyous beasts that we were born to be. Create what you will, but know that only the truth will survive.

And, of course, Luna, you are always super.

#moon #blood moon #astrology #forecast #kali yuga #kali #shiva #mother!#mother #ceres #pluto #persephone #underworld #fire #burn #adele

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juliettelime · 7 years ago

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inktober day 28: angel/devil witch! here’s my angel princess emilia who’s fallen in love with a demon vampire prince and through him is learning to embrace her more... wild side >:)

lowkey channeling my inner ariana grande dangerous woman today haha

#my art #inktober #inktober 2017 #31witches #31witches2 #witch #halloween #angel #devil #art #sketch #sketchbook #illustration #drawing #i can be ur angle or ur devil #hahahahahahahahah

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noah-andrews · 7 years ago

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Presentation - Robin and James

Tagged: Robin Sylvester and James Beiste

When: Thursday, 2/1/18

Notes: Denial and perfection.

For all of his show of confidence, Jamie was truly nervous. Hearing the rustling of paper, the scratching of pencils, and the occasional cough or loud breath, he knew they had an audience. And audience that might in fact contain his partner’s mother. So, obviously, no pressure there. He’d been through higher pressure moments than this though and come out fine. He knew he would do well, for his partner and for himself. “Robin, please undress yourself and then me. I’m setting my timer for six minutes and thirty seconds. I want you to have us both undressed in that exact time. For every ten seconds you’re off I will make you wait an additional minute for your orgasm. Do you understand?” They had nothing but themselves and a low bench. He didn’t plan on needed anything else for this presentation.

When Robin learned that Jamie was blind, she couldn’t lie and say it didn’t make her a little nervous. But he seemed confident in himself enough that Robin was willing to follow him. Plus, their scene required very little of anything that sight would be all that important so Robin followed Jamie into the room. “Yes, Sir,” she agreed, stripping herself and putting the clothes in a pile before standing front of Jamie, “I’m here,” she whispered quietly before touching his shoulders and dragging her hands down his body to remove his shirt. She worked down his body, touching him so he would know where she was at. Her eyes darted over towards the timer and she thought she would have plenty of time and by the time she was done the time said she had 30 seconds left. “It says 30 seconds left, Sir,” she told him as she straightened up in front of him.

Robin was focused and attentive. He liked her manner quite a lot. She let him know where she was before touching him and kept in constant contact after that, all without needing to draw attention to his visual impairment. “Very well done Robin. We’ll only be adding three minutes to your time.” He’d positioned himself at the beginning in front of the bench and now slowly stepped back and when he felt the edge of the bench on the back of his legs, sat down. “Girl.” Jamie wasn’t into humiliation in any way, but wanted to respect the kink for Robin. The best he could do was to take away her name and the respect it afforded. It was strange to respect by not respecting. “Girl, I will give you one minute to prepare me to fuck you.” His cock lay flacid against his legs. “You may use your mouth, hands, or anything else as long as you get me fully aroused by the one minute mark. Again for every ten seconds you’re off I will make you wait a minute for your orgasm.” His fingers easily read over the braille marks on the buttons and set the timer for one minute.

She gave a quiet whimper at the knowledge that she would need to wait three extra minutes at some point, but she was nothing if not determined. Her head popped up in Jamie’s direction at the name. It wasn’t the most degrading name that Robin had been called, but she thought it was sweet of him to try at all. She dropped to her knees at his words and crawled towards him, rubbing the side of her face against his leg quickly and fluidly. “Yes, Sir,” she answered, getting up on her knees and a little to the side of him to allow others to see. She stroked his length a few times, getting a rhythm set, before wrapping her mouth over his tip and swallowing inches of him into her mouth. She didn’t get the chance to do a lot of oral with a male and the need quickly rose inside her. Within a few seconds she was moaning loudly, muffled by the member in her mouth, stroking the rest of it in her hand. She put on quite the show as the whole thing turned her slut-space into hyperdrive and by the time the minute had passed on his phone, Jamie was rock hard and throbbing. “Mmm, so hard, Sir,” she moaned quietly, stroking him softly to keep his erection.

Robin had the voice of an angel, but the mouth of a devil. She used her hands first to stroke him and then quickly took him into her mouth. With her hot, wet mouth and talented tongue working on his shaft he was soon hard and aching. It had been months since his cock had known anything other than his own right hand and he was definitely in danger of just shooting off right then and there. Luckily the timer went off. “Good girl. No more extra time. Now I want you to climb up here girl and slide down my cock nice and slow.” He’d described what he wanted her to do do ahead of time so that they wouldn’t have any awkwardness. She would sit in his lap, legs wrapped around him. “Remember no coming. There will be consequences for coming girl so I advise you to obey me.”

“Yes, Sir,” she moaned, licking her lips as she crawled up onto his lap, facing him with her arms wrapped around his neck and legs around his waist. She rocked her body over him a moment so his thick legnth could slip inside her, moaning loudly as she felt him spread her walls apart. “Oh god!” she moaned, feeling him enter her completely and she hung her head back in pleasure. Pepper’s array of dildos were amazing, but it had been so long since she’d be fucked by a proper dick she thought she’d lose it right there in the first ten seconds. “N-no, Sir...no cumming,” she repeated already breathless as she began to bounce on his cock, moaning and crying out with each bounce on top of him, feeling his member hit her inside her inner most core.

He was supposed to be in control, but feeling her clenching walls sliding down his length engulfing him in their heat. She fit him like a glove snug and tight. “No moving girl. Just sit. We move only when I move us. You don’t cum until I say. You look at my face and do not look away. Do not close your eyes.” Would he know if she had? Maybe she thought not, but he would. He’d hear the change in her breathing such an infraction was sure to cause in her. He would know because he knew this girl did not want to break the rules. This girl needed, just like himself, to be perfect. He let his sensitive fingers move up her back, squeezing the ample globes of her ass then up and over each nub of her spine, the curve of the scapula and around her shoulders, fingers curving over to toward the front. After timing his breathing with hers he used his hands to pull her down further on him, driving his cock deeper. From there it was a matter of the tiniest of movements to try and find all of the spots that pulled the sounds of pleasure from her. Once he had her insides mapped out his mind he would find each one and still with just the right amount of pressure, counting in his head slowly to ten before moving to another. On and on feeling her channel tighten around him enough to drive him to the edge of orgasm even though they were just sitting there. He felt her hair tickle his shoulder in a place that it hadn’t before. He raised a hand and swiftly brought a stinging slap down on her right cheek. “Don’t move. That will add an minute to your time.” Now it was time to bring her to edge herself. He brought his hands down to her hips and began to pump his cock up in short tiny bursts sliding against her clit and pounding one of the most sensitive spots over and over again.

Robin let out a whimper as she was told not to move, and to be honest she wasn’t sure she could do it. She wanted to feel him inside her so badly she could taste it. “Please Sir,” she begged quietly as she tried desperately to stay still. She focused on his eyes and facial features as she was told to look at him and while it would be weird in most situations, it wasn’t for some reason with Jamie. Maybe because she knew he couldn’t actually see her, that’s what she chalked it up to as she kept her gaze on him. She gasped as she felt Jamie’s fingers, teasing and calculatingly running up the thick of her spine, and she swore she felt every touch he made individually. “Oh my god...I can’t...i can’t even explain how interesting that feels,” she moaned, trying to find words to explain to both him and the audience, but her tongue was tripping over itself. Another sharp moan erupted from the girl, echoing off the walls as more of his thick length was pressed deep inside her tight, wet core, “Oh god Sir,” she moaned along with the movement. She yelped out loudly, cutting through the quiet room as she felt Jamie’s firm, hard hand against her flesh. “Y-yes, Sir,” she moaned, each slight, teasing movement inside her. When he changed her position slightly to be able to thrust himself hard and strictly inside her she couldn’t control her body as it rocked against him, her clit rubbing against his body as she moaned loudly and squeezed her fingers against the back of his neck.

The whimpers and moans that each thrust and movement pulled from Robin were like music to his ears. “Close now aren’t you girl? I could let you. Could push inside just… like.. this..” He swiveled his hip and thrust up at the same time. “Over and over until you cum like a fountain.” He stilled just holding her down on him. “But we have four minutes to wait don’t we?” Not needing eyes to make the timer worked it set it for what was going to be a long four minutes. He kept still but let his hands begin to wander her body searching for any and all of her erogenous zones. While his hands danced down her spine and began playing with her smooth ass cheeks, delving between to circle her most intimate entrance and then further to touch where they were connected, his mouth worked at the pulse point in her neck, sucking and occasionally biting. His hips just circled and pushed, circled and pushed, circled and pushed for agonizingly long moments. He felt himself so close to the edge his thighs were shaking, but when the timer went off he was able to keep his voice even. “Good girl. Now you may cum. Cum for me!” As he said the words he brought a hand between them to find her clit with his thumb, holding on to her hip with the other so he could begin to fuck her in earnest.

“So...so close,” she whimpered through huffed grunts and heavy breathing as she remained pressed against him. Each push insider her caused Robin to only be able to focus on the feeling of his length working every inch of her needy center. “Oh god please,” she begged quietly, needing so desperately to move on top of him, but her need for perfection and need to please him was over taking her in every way. For a blind man...it was shocking to Robin how well he could explore her body. “Please Sir...oh my god, your hands are hitting parts of my body I didn’t know felt like this,” she moaned loudly, a surge of arousal coursing through her as Jamie’s movements and touches were so calculating Robin was sure he must be some kind of tantric expert. Her whimpers and whines became harder and higher as Jamie continued his movement and pressing against her pressure points. Robin couldn’t contain how she was reacting, moaning loudly and wildly, her body shaking in anticipation as her arousal burned through her body. She was right on the edge for what felt like hours, her body sweating and her hands pawing more and more into the back of Jamie’s neck. When Jamie added his mouth to her heated skin, Robin was going to lose it. “Please...Sir Please...Please I have to cum please,” she begged hotly, her eyes remaining on his face though she wasn’t even sure she was seeing straight. When Jamie gave her the okay to cum Robin wasn’t even sure how she did it but suddenly she was cuming hard and loud. Honestly, she was making sounds she wasn’t sure she had ever made before. And it just kept cumming - over and over her body shook and her voice screamed as ever nerve in her body was firing under her skin and she swore it was a full two minutes before her body finally started to settle and the girl collapsed against Jamie’s body.

Her begging was more of a turn on then he thought it would be. “Wait.” He sucked hard on her neck. “You will wait.” It might have read as a threat of punishment to the audience, but it was meant as assurance. “You can do this angel. Hold on for me. Just a while longer.” He whispered the words directly into her ear, not to be heard by anyone other than Robin. He drove her on until finally he could let her go, ordering her to cum. And cum she did, squeezing his cock over and over like a vise sending him over the edge with her. He grunted pushing up into her once more and stilling as he spilled and spilled. “Fuck. Yes, girl, yes. Good girl. So good.” When she collapsed against him he held her tightly running his hands up her back in soothing circles. She was still twitching around him. His breath synced with hers gradually slowing down. When they were just there, him soft but still inside her holding each other tight, breaths matched, heart rates slowing, he whispered again. “You did perfectly angel.”

She couldn’t help the growl as she was denied because this was an amazing form of denial and she barely knew what to think. The term was not one she’d heard in a long time and as much as she tried to push back past memories, she couldn’t. So now the intense sexual feeling was combining with an emotional one and the intensity was bringing beautiful tears to her eyes. As Jamie continued his tantric teasing, Robin was fighting the urge to completely fall apart at the seam with grunts, growls and heavy breaths. Once Robin had cum and her body was trying to get back to its normal state, her skin shuttered and bumped at Jamie’s smooth rubs over it, creating an entirely new intense sensation. “Thank you, Sir,” she whispered breathlessly.

James simply held her for long moments. Perhaps the audience would be getting antsy, but that was not his concern. His concern was to take care of Robin. Finally and with less grace then he would have wanted to display, but without embarrassing himself too much, he lifted her up off of his lap and on to the bench next to him. It was then just a matter of reaching behind and finding the robes he’d placed there to get them covered up. “Would you be so kind as to gather our clothes sweet girl?” He reached up to cup her cheek and only then felt the wetness there. “Are you alright?” He asked, his voice laced with worry. “Come with me. We’ll take care of you.” He turned his face toward where the audience; where the heads sat and nodded. “Thank you for your attention and thoughts. I would like to bring this submissive to my suite for aftercare, now.”

Robin felt lighter than air as Jamie placed her next to him on the bench. She had to focus herself a little better and get herself out of her bliss and be able to focus on what he was saying. In an effort to assist Robin quietly saw the robes Jamie was reaching for and covertly pushed them against his hand. She smiled when Jamie touched her face, nodding with his hand on her cheek, “I’m perfectly fine Sir, I promise,” she said honestly, “just happens sometimes when things get intense.” As Jamie ended their scene, Robin gathered their clothes in one arm and linked onto his with the other, walking out of the room together.

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@subxslyxrobin

#presentation #presentation8 #robin

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lunmelia · 4 years ago

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A List of All of Sam Winchester’s Injuries

Now, this list might not be the most accurate. I did not sit down and watch every single episode in full, eyes glued to the screen for every time Sam got injured. I only skimmed. Here’s a gif I made to show how I did it:

(sorry it’s bad quality, it’s the first gif I’ve ever made) I skimmed through the episode and used the little preview screen to look for any time there was fast movement, blood or a spell that might require someone cutting their palm. I also kept an eye out for angel-banishing sigils. Since I only skimmed, there’s a chance I missed some injuries or even times that Sam was magically healed. So again, might not be an accurate list but I did my best. Feel free to tell me anything I missed.

Here’s a key to help you through the list: - most of this lists the actual injury, e.g. “cut on left temple” but other times it’ll list an action that may cause injury, e.g. “thrown into wall” - “thrown into / against” means that he impacted the object, but the object did not break / he did not go through it - “thrown through” means that the object broke on impact and he ended up on the other side - “internal pain” means that someone used magic to do something to him, but I have no idea what, all I know is that he looked in pain and was mostly gripping his stomach - “handcuffed” means actual handcuffs were used, “tied around wrists” means either rope or zip-ties were used - “punched” means just punched in the face, any other area on the body will be specified - any episodes that aren’t on the list means he wasn’t injured in them

Some misc notes: - I do not include injuries that don’t actually happen, e.g. future visions, nightmares, hallucinations or a fake reality - I might be inconsistent with the amount of times I specify what was used to knock Sam out, and not specifying. Sorry about that. It’s because I either just couldn’t see the object, or I was lazy that day - I don’t usually specify the size of the injury either, I usually just say “cut”, sorry. I only realised 6 seasons in that I probably should be specifying the size, and also taking screenshots, but I couldn’t be bothered going back back and fixing it, nor could I be bothered specifying the size from then on. I’m sorry, it was just going to feel weird if 6 seasons in I only then start specifying - I don’t include possessions as injuries, but I do specify when injuries happen while possessed - I include some commentary of what kind of injuries I thought should’ve happened based on the action - There’s also a list of Dean’s injuries, but there won’t be a list for Cas. Going into this, I only wanted to know Dean and Sam’s injuries for some redesigns I want to do, I didn’t feel it was necessary for me to know Cas’ because he won’t have scars in my redesign (at least his vessel won’t). Please don’t expect me to go back and make a list for Cas, this already took up so much of my time and I don’t want to do it again.

Let’s begin, shall we?

Season 1

1x1: Pilot - five holes in centre of chest from fingers 1x2: W*ndigo - falls down a hole 1x4: Phantom Traveler - head banged against wall 1x5: Bloody Mary - infected by Bloody Mary 1x6: Skin - tied to a chair around his neck, chest, hips, wrists and ankles - bottle smashed over head - tied around wrists - cut under right eye - punched - kneed - kicked into bookshelf - hit across face with pool stick - elbowed in face - tackled into table - strangled - cut on left side of forehead 1x7: Hook Man - stabbed in right forearm with hook - thrown into bookshelf that then falls on top of him 1x9: Home - strangled with lamp cord - thrown into walls and cabinets 1x10: Asylum - mind influenced by Ellicot - punched and knocked out 1x15: The Benders - cuts on both hands - cut on chin 1x16: Shadow - 4 claw marks across left cheek - wrists tied - cut across nose 1x17: Hell House - choked with an axe handle 1x18: Something Wicked - life force sucked out of him, process interupted before completed 1x19: Provenance - hit by a dresser 1x22: Devil’s Trap - punched - split lip

Hey! The post under the cut is really long! Please be sure you want to continue reading before clicking, because you’ll be scrolling for a while!

Season 2

2x1: In My Time of Dying - in a carcrash - 2 cuts on right cheek - cut near right eye - cut across nose - split bottom lip 2x3: Bloodlust - knocked unconscious with an iron - wrists tied - cut on left forearm 2x5: Simon Said - sprained wrist? his right wrist / arm is in a cast but I searched and it’s not there in the previous episode and nothing happens between then and this episode that would’ve caused it, so I have no clue what happened. If someone does please let me know 2x9: Croatoan - diagonal slice on upper left pec 2x10: Hunted - kneed - elbowed in face - kicked in face and through wall - cut on left cheek 2x14: Born Under a Bad Sign - burned with holy water (while possessed by Meg) - jumped out a window (possessed) - punched unconscious (possessed) - tied to a chair by wrists and ankles (possessed) - binding lock on right inner forearm, that’s a circle with a line going through - burn over binding lock (possessed) - punched 2x17: Heart - 3 slashes on left cheek 2x19: Folsom Prison Blues - handcuffed around wrists and ankles 2x20: What Is and What Should Never Be - strangled - hit in the head 2x21: All Hell Breaks Loose, Part 1 - abducted by Azazel (I’m assuming he was knocked unconscious) - super punched across yard - possible dislocated shoulder - stabbed in the back - DEAD 2x22: All Hell Breaks Loose, Part 2 - resurrected by demon deal

Season 3

3x1: The Magnificent Seven - thrown - strangled 3x2: The Kids are Alright - punched - kneed - thrown around 3x3: Bad Guy at Black Rock - strangled - fell over and scraped knees - fell again and knocked himself unconscious - punched - shot in left shoulder 3x4: Sin City - thrown into a windshield 3x7: Fresh Blood - thrown through a wall - thrown into a shelf - kicked in the face - face banged against table - cut on right eyebrow 3x8: A Very Supernatural Christmas - strangled - head banged against wall and knocked unconscious - tied to a chair by wrists and ankles - nail taken off right index finger - punched - thrown into a table 3x9: Malleus Maleficarum - thrown into a wall 3x12: Jus in Bello - handcuffed - punched - thrown against walls 3x13: Ghostfacers! - tied to a chair by wrists and ankles - cut on left cheek - thrown around 3x14: Long-Distance Call - knocked unconscious with a bat - tied (very tightly) around wrists - cuts around wrists where tied 3x15: Time is On My Side - head banged against steering wheel - chloroformed - strapped down to a table 3x16: No Rest for the Wicked - punched - thrown into a wall

Season 4

4x1: Laxarus Rising - tackled into table and chairs - punched 4x2: Are You There, God? It’s Me, Dean Winchester - shoved into metal lockers, a wall and a mirror (probably has cuts on his left hand from it) - head banged on sink - cut above left eye - thrown into windshield - squashed between a desk and a shelf 4x4: Metamorphosis - thrown against a wall - punched and knocked unconscious - 5 little holes / cuts on left side of forehead 4x5: Monster Movie - thrown through fake wall 4x6: Yellow Fever - thrown around - head banged against floor 4x7: It’s the Great Pumpkin, Sam Winchester - internal pain - punched - strangled - thrown into wall 4x8: Wishful Thinking - struck by lightning and knocked unconscious 4x9: I Know What You Did Last Summer - thrown down stairs - jumped out a window - horizontal slash on left outer bicep - punched - kneed - strangled 4x10: Heaven and Hell - choked 4x12: Criss Angel is a Douche Bag - tied down by his wrists and ankles 4x13: After School Special - punched (when he was a kid) - stabbed with a pencil on upper left pec - kicked in the groin and face - punched (as an adult) 4x14: Sex and Violence - cut on left side of neck - infected by a siren - punched - broken / twisted arm - tackled through a door 4x15: Death Takes a Holiday - hit in the stomach 4x17: It’s a Terrible Life - thrown into a shelf - thrown against a wall 4x19: Jump the Shark - knocked unconscious with a shotgun - tied down to a table by his wrists and ankles - horizontal cut on inner right forearm - gash on his left side - vertical slashes on both inner forearms 4x21: When the Levee Breaks - thrown around into walls - tied down to bed by wrists and ankles - punched - kneed - kicked

Season 5

5x1: Sympathy for the Devil - kneed - punched - broken left leg - lungs taken away (put back) 5x2: Good God, Ya’ll! - shoved into a shelf - strangled - hit with a bat - hit with a shotgun and knocked unconscious - tied to a chair by middle, wrists and ankles - cut above left eye 5x5: Fallen Idols - strangled - thrown into tables - thrown into a column - knocked unconscious - tied by wrists 5x6: I Believe The Children Are Our Future - thrown into a wall - strangled 5x7: The Curious Case of Dean Winchester - strangled 5x8: Changing Channels - hit in the groin 5x9: The Real Ghostbusters - super slapped - thrown around 5x11: Sam, Interrupted - tied down to a bed by wrists and ankles 5x12: Swap Meat - hit in both sides of neck with darts and passes out, body swapped with teenager - tied to a chair around middle, wrists and ankles 5x13: The Song Remains The Same - thrown through a wall - kicked - stabbed in the stomach with a pipe - DEAD (revived by Michael) 5x14: My Bloody Valentine - punched - handcuffed 5x15: Dead Men Don’t Wear Plaid - handcuffed 5x16: Dark Side of the Moon - shot in the chest - DEAD (revived by Joshua) 5x17: 99 Problems - gash on left shoulder 5x18: Point of No Return - thrown into metal room divider - hemorrage (healed by Zachariah) 5x19: Hammer of the Gods - strangled 5x21: Two Minutes to Midnight - affected by pestilence (stopped later on) - faints - strangled 5x22: Swan Song - shot in the back and chest (while possessed by Lucifer) - jumped into the hell / the cage (Lucifer still possessing, but Sam in control) - DEAD - rescued from the cage by Castiel, however without his soul. Not sure if this required Cas to rebuild his body like he did with Dean, so I guess this part can be entirely up to your interpretation

Season 6

6x1: Exile on Main St. - horizontal cut on inner left forearm 6x2: Two and a Half Men - thrown around 6x6: You Can’t Handle The Truth - knocked unconscious - tied by his wrists - punched - strangled - three claw marks on right cheek 6x7: Family Matters - cut on left side of forehead - cut beside left eye - cut on left side of jaw - cut under right eye - bleeding out of right ear - broken nose - tied by wrists - Cas reaches into his... soul? idk what he reached into since he has no soul - (previouis injuries healed by Cas) - strangled 6x9: Clap Your Hands If You Believe - beat with a cane - cut on left side of hairline 6x10: Caged Heart - knocked unconscious - bites into his own right inner wrist 6x11: Appointment in Samarra - knocked unconscious with a baton - cut on left side of hairline - vertical gash on right side of right let - punched unconscious - handcuffed 6x13: Unforgiven - possible gash on right shoulder (not sure if that was his blood or someone else’s) - handcuffed - thrown face first into wall - tied up with webs 6x15: The French Mistake - thrown through a window - punched - internal pain 6x16: ... And Then There Were None - tied around wrists - electrocuted on his wright forearm, leaves a horizontal burn mark 6x19: Mommy Dearest - handcuffed 6x20: The Man Who Would Be King - thrown into a table 6x21: Let It Bleed - knocked unconscious 6x22: The Man Who Knew Too Much - comatose (he wakes up)

Season 7

7x1: Meet the New Boss - cut on left palm 7x2: Hello, Cruel World - knocked unconscious with a pipe 7x3: The Girl Next Door - punched and knocked unconscious 7x5: Shut Up, Dr. Phil - internal pain - strangled 7x6: Slash Fiction - handcuffed 7x8: Season 7, Time for a Wedding! - poisoned with love potion - knocked unconscious with sandwich cooker - tied to chair by wrists and ankles - thrown into a table and knocked unconscious - strangled 7x11: Adventures In Babysitting - strangled - bit on left side of his neck x2 7x12: Time After Time - cut on left palm 7x14: Plucky Pennywhistle’s Magic Menagerie - punched - thrown into a windshield - kicked - hit with a wench - cut on left side of hairline 7x15: Repo Man - hit the back of the head with a piece of wood - thrown around 7x16: Out With the Old - thrown into a desk 7x17: The Born-Again Identity - hit by a car - broken rib - cut on his right outer forearm - cut on his left hand - cuts around his left eye - bruised and cut knuckles - skid marks on right elbow - tied down by his wrists and ankles - electrocuted 7x18: Party On, Garth - knocked unconscious 7x19: Of Grave Importance - ghost hand digs into back 7x20: The Girl With the Dungeons and Dragons Tattoo - somersaulted through glass 7x23: Survival of the Fittest - strangled

Season 8

8x1: We Need to Talk About Kevin - horizontal cut on inner right forearm 8x2: What’s Up, Tiger Mommy? - thrown into a table 8x3: Heartache - thrown into tables and chairs - strangled 8x4: Bitten - strangled 8x6: Southern Comfort - elbowed - headbutted - kicked into a table 8x10: Torn and Frayed - strangled - threw himself against a door multiple times 8x11: LARP and the Real Girl - strangled 8x12: As Time Goes By - handcuffed - knocked unconscious - tied around wrists 8x13: Everybody Hates Hitler - strangled for a second - dart in left side of neck and poisoned with spell - effects disappear once spellcaster dies 8x14: Trial and Error - arm glows and cramps with pain from completing the first trial 8x15: Man’s Best Friend With Benefits - thrown into a wall - knocked unconscious - thrown into a painting and tables 8x16: Remember the Titans - fell down stairs - flung back against ground - thrown against column 8x17: Goodbye Stranger - punched - tackled through glass door 8x18: Freaks and Geeks - knocked unconscious - tied to chair by wrists and ankles 8x19: Taxi Driver - punched - horizontal cut on left forearm x2 - thrown into a tree - hand glows and cramps with pain from completing another trial 8x20: Pac-Man Fever - punched - pushed into a fence - thrown around 8x21: The Great Escapist - really sick, passes out 8x23: Sacrifice - bit on left inner forearm - 2 cuts below right eye - cut on left palm

Season 9

9x2: Devil May Care - punched - thrown into a metal counter - head banged against wood 9x3: I’m No Angel - thrown through a glass door - punched - knocked unconscious 9x4: Slumber Party - hit in face with a piece of wood (while possessed by witch) 9x5: Dog Dean Afternoon - four claw marks on left side of neck (healed by Gadreel) - knocked unconscious 9x7: Bad Boys - thrown into a door - choked 9x8: Rock and a Hard Place - thrown through wood planks and knocked unconscious - burn on left lower side of torso, above liver 9x10: Road Trip - punched unconscious (while possessed by Gadreel) - tied to chair around wrists and ankles (possessed) - 2 needles in left temple (possessed) - needle in right temple (possessed) - needle in centre of foreheard (possessed) - (needle wounds healed by Cas) 9x11: First Born - needle in right side of neck 9x12: Sharp Teeth - knocked unconscious - tied around wrists 9x13: The Purge - cupboard dropped on top of him - punched - kicked through a wall - strangled - split lip 9x15: #THINMAN - tasered unconscious - handcuffed 9x16: Blade Runners - cut on right cheek - cut on right side of neck 9x17: Mother’s Little Helper - punched into a pile of boxes - kicked - choked 9x19: Alex Annie Alexis Ann - hit in the gut - blood drained from both forearms 9x23: Do You Believe in Miracles - punched unconscious

Season 10

10x1: Black - broken arm (I have no clue how it got there) - punched unconscious - tied to a chair by wrists and ankles 10x2: Reichenbach - chokes on smoke / gas - punched unconscious 10x4: Paper Moon - strangled x2 - punched in the gut 10x5: Fan Fiction - knocked unconscious 10x7: Girls, Girls, Girls - punched 10x8: Hibbing 911 - knocked unconscious - tied around wrists 10x11: There’s No Place Like Home - wrists and ankles tied - choked 10x12: About a Boy - elbowed in the face - thrown into a cabinet 10x15: The Things They Carried - thrown against a wall - strangled 10x18: Book of the Damned - strangled 10x19: The Werther Project - 2 horizontal cuts on right forearm 10x20: Angel Heart - knocked unconscious with pipe - handcuffed - headbutted - punched - thrown into a wall 10x22: The Prisoner - thrown through window and into tiled wall 10x23: Brother’s Keeper - punched - cut on left cheek - cut near left eyebrow, close to nose

Season 11

11x1: Out of the Darkness, Into the Fire - thrown into a shelf - infected by a rabid 11x2: Form and Void - burns the infection off (it’d be pretty sick if he actually had burn marks from this) 11x3: The Bad Seed - thrown into a pile of boxes 11x4: Baby - jagged cut on right cheek - 2 jagged cuts above right eye - (injuries hinted to be healed by Cas off screen) 11x5: Thin Lizzie - tied around wrists 11x6: Our Little World - headbutted - punched - strangled - throws shoulder against door multiple times - thrown against door and knocked unconscious 11x7: Plush - shoved against walls - strangled - thrown into cabinet - thrown against impala - knocked unconscious 11x10: The Devil in the Details - punched - cut beside left eye - headbutted - elbowed - cut on nose 11x12: Don’t You Forget About Me - hit in gut and face with sledgehammer - hit in back with piece of wood - falls off railing and hits titled floor - hit multiple times with piece of wood 11x13: Love Hurts - I assume he hit either a wall or a table, he was thrown but the impact wasn’t shown - choked 11x14: The Vessel - shoved against stone column - soul touched by Lucifer - cut on left palm 11x15: Beyond the Mat - thrown against a metal beam 11x16: Safe House - possibly cut one of his palms, I’m not sure if they purchased that blood or if it’s Sam’s - punched - thrown into counter - punched in the gut 11x17: Red Meat - thrown through table - shot in left lower torso - choked - body went into shock, heartbeat slowed down to almost nothing - cut on nose - falls down stairs 11x18: Hell’s Angel - either internal pain or choked 11x20: Don’t Call Me Shurley - infected by Amara’s fog, passes out - infection healed by God, probably 11x22: We Happy Few - Mark of Cain burned into his right forearm, process interrupted before completed 11x23: Alpha and Omega - strangled - shot in left thigh / knee

Season 12

12x1: Keep Calm and Carry On - tied to a chair by ankles and wrists (tightly handcuffed, looks like it could cut, maybe) - electrocuted - tortured with a cold shower - 2 burn streaks on right side of right foot - needle on right side of neck - drugged - punches a mirror - cut on left palm - kicked in the face 12x2: Mamma Mia - either stabbed in the mouth or a tooth taken out, they never show what actually happened - cut on left shoulder - cut on left cheek - cut on left side of forehead - elbowed in the face - (possibly healed by Cas, seeing as he’s completely fine in the next shot) 12x3: The Foundry - throws himself against a door multiple times - thrown into a shelf 12x4: American Nightmare - knocked unconscious - tied around wrists 12x5: The One You’ve Been Waiting For - elbowed in the face - punched 12x6: Celebrating the Life of Asa Fox - thrown into a table 12x8: LOTUS - handcuffed around wrists and ankles 12x9: First Blood - DEAD (revived by Billie) - cut on left palm 12x10: Lily Sunder Has Some Regrets - punched 12x11: Regarding Dean - thrown into a bookshelf - ears profusely bleeding - tied to a chair by wrists 12x12: Stuck in the Middle (With You) - shoved into a wall - glass smashed over his head - fell through wood railing, over porch and impact on ground - punched - elbowed in the face - hit with pieces of flying wood - flung backwards - hit in gut, face and neck with base of spear 12x16: Ladies Drink Free - headbutted - falls back through wood room divider 12x17: The British Invasion - thrown into metal door 12x18: The Memory Remains - either hands or face hit with a hammer - face then clearly hit with hammer and he stumbles back into a pile of boxes 12x19: The Future - thrown through park bench 12x20: Twigs & Twine & Tasha Banes - shoved into a wall - punched - thrown through table - strangled

Season 13

13x1: Lost and Found - thrown into a wall and knocked unconscious - strangled - thrown into a wall again - kneed in the face - punched - kicked 13x2: The Rising Sun - choked 13x5: Advanced Thanatology - thrown across floor and hits chair and table 13x6: Tombstone - thrown back into floor 13x7: War of the Worlds - kicked into wall 13x8: The Scorpion and the Frog - punched - thrown across floor - hit with rock and knocked unconscious 13x9: The Bad Place - hit in the face with base of angel blade 13x10: Wayward Sisters - hit in side and face with base of spear and knocked unconscious - tied around wrists 13x11: Breakdown - knocked unconscious - tied down to a table by wrists and ankles 13x12: Various & Sundry Villains - tackled onto hood of impala - strangled x2 - hexed to stay in one spot - thrown into bookshelf - thrown through table 13x13: Devil’s Bargain - thrown into beside table - internal pain 13x14: Good Intentions - knocked unconscious 13x15: A Most Holy Man - handcuffed - knocked unconscious 13x17: The Thing - possibly poisoned, I’m not sure but he faints after eating food - tied around wrists 13x18: Bring em Back Alive - tackled into control panel - punched in side - thrown against wall - internal pain 13x19: Funeralia - passes out from spell - tortured by Rowena’s magic 13x20: Unfinished Business - thrown into wall - strangled 13x21: Beat the Devil - neck torn out on right side - DEAD (resurrected by Lucifer) 13x23: Let the Good Times Roll - windows exploded behind him and he was flung back into the impala from the force of the explosion - punched - hard impact on ground - kicked in the face - strangled

Season 14

14x1: Stranger in a Strange Land - thrown through table and chair - punched - kneed in groin 14x3: The Scar - hit in back of knee with spear - tackled through table - punched - strangled 14x4: Mint Condition - hit in face - flung back against counter - knocked unconscious 14x9: The Spear - hit in back of head with bat - thrown into truck x2 - knocked unconscious - internal pain 14x11: Damaged Goods - hard impact against floor 14x13: Lebanon - either jumped to the side and hit the bookshelf or he was thrown from the force of the fire - hit in the side and face with gun - choked - punched - thrown through table - head banged multiple times against table - cut on nose 14x14: Ouroboros - thrown into counter - thrown onto table (during this, his back impacts a glass dead on and when I was 10 I jumped off a couch and my foot hit a glass dead on and my foot was cut open so I expect cuts on his back) - not able to breathe - temporarily blind - internal pain 14x15: Peace of Mind - brainwashed by the town / the witch, forgets who he is and thinks he’s someone else - hard impact on ground - almost gets his head blown off, process interrupted before completed 14x16: Don’t Go in the Woods - strangled 14x17: Game Night - punched - hit in the face with rock - shoved against impala - cut on left temple - cut and bruised knuckles - (all healed by Jack) 14x20: Moriah - thrown into bookshelf - shot in left shoulder with the Equalizer

Season 15

15x1: Back To The Future - cut on left side of torso, near waist (healed by Cas) - punched - kicked 15x5: Proverbs 17:3 - shoved against floor - thrown into wall - thrown back and knocked unconscious 15x6: Golden Time - internal pain x2 - hexed to spit up blood - wrists tied - voodo stabbed in chest - voodo arm twisted 15x7: Last Call - flung back into brick wall and knocked unconscious - partially healed by Sergei, bullet would still weirdly infected though 15x8: Our Father, Who Aren’t in Heaven - kicked - punched - strangled 15x9: The Trap - tied to chair by wrists - bullet wound dug around in with a scalpel 15x10: The Heroes’ Journey - punched - hard impact on ground 15x12: Galaxy Brain - hit in face and gut with sticks 15x13: Destiny’s Child - thrown 15x14: Last Holiday - fingernail taken off from 3 left fingers - thrown into wall 15x17: Unity - choked - punched - headbutted 15x19: Inherit the Earth - thrown into a bookshelf - thrown across beach - internal pain - punched - hit in the neck - kneed - kicked - kicked in the face - broken right arm - cut on left eyebrow - 2 cuts on left cheek - cut on right temple - (all healed by Jack) 15x20: Carry On - hard impact on ground - punched - knocked unsconscious - DEAD (old age, permanently)

#spn #supernatural #spn ref #supernatural ref #sam winchester #sam winchester ref #jared padalecki #blood tw #blood mention #injuries #injury tw #injury mention #injury ref #I'm DONE!! YES!! I can finally DRAW!! and just DO SHIT IN GENERAL!#I swear to god I am never attempting this kind of shit ever again it took up THREE WEEKS OF MY TIME #WHY DID IT TAKE UP THAT MUCH TIME????#anyways if you compare the two lists you'll see that Dean gets injured SO MUCH MORE than Sam #they really wanted to put Dean through pain huh #long post

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to believe in god in an abstract sense is important to many elements of judaism but to believe he literally exists in a way that can be understood by human beings is limiting. as it's written, "As the human spirit verges on complete clarity of faith, the final subtle shell of corporeality falls away-attributing existence to God. For truly, existence, however we define it, is immeasurably remote from God. The silhouette of this denial resembles heresy but when clarified is actually the highest level of faith. Then the human spirit becomes aware that the divine emanates existence and is itself beyond existence. What appeared to be heresy, now purified, is restored to purest faith." that is to say: corporeality is a limiting force when applied to the idea of god. we can't define existence in such a way that includes god, but more importantly, we can't define god in such a way that includes literal existence - it is "immeasurably remote" from him. "the divine emanates existence and is itself beyond existence" - "what appeared to be heresy" - there is a way to live your life acting out the idea and image of god without literally believing he exists!

and furthermore as it's written, "The theory of evolution accords with the secrets of Kabbalah better than any other theory. Evolution follows a path of ascent and thus provides the world with a basis for optimism. How can one despair, seeing that everything evolves and ascends?" kabbalah and faith in general are optimistic at their core; they are about self-improvement and ascension in this life and in the abstract "next". this is completely compatible with our current understanding of science and with the scientific method itself

so what about your weird fuckin otherkin denzelle? well - to begin, it's written "You too should have two facets. The first is your aloneness with God, to increase and refine your wisdom. The second, to teach others some of the wisdom that God has poured out upon you." your second facet is that which is known to all others; the face that you point outwards towards your fellow man. but the first facet is "your aloneness with God," your aloneness with divinity. "aloneness" is a really important word here, because it's written "If you suppose that Ein Sof emanates until a certain point, and that from that point on is outside of it, you have dualized. God forbid! Realize, rather, that Ein Sof exists in each existent. Do not say, “This is a stone and not God.” God forbid! Rather, all existence is God, and the stone is a thing pervaded by divinity." meaning - there is no separation. to separate yourself from god and say you are an entity aside from him is to dualize. in the same way you should not say "this is a stone and not God," you should not say "this is me and not God."

it's written "You are simply a channel for the divine attributes." and it's written "When you cleave to the sefirot, the divine holy spirit enters into you, into every sensation and every movement."

expanding on the first point there, being a channel for the divine attributes:

"THE RIGHTEOUS are capable of becoming a vehicle for the sefirot, through the mystery of the emanation of their souls, their actions in this world, and their inclination toward one side and toward one of the sefirot." and furthermore, "THINK OF yourself as Ayin and forget yourself totally. Then you can transcend time, rising to the world of thought, where all is equal: life and death, ocean and dry land. Such is not the case if you are attached to the material nature of this world. If you think of yourself as something, then God cannot clothe himself in you, for God is infinite. No vessel can contain God, unless you think of yourself as Ayin."

repeatedly we see the idea that you should not separate yourself from god or you close yourself off to him. you have to not only think of yourself as the same entity, in a way, but as Ayin - nothingness - a nothingness which channels the divine. funny aside here for my own purposes: what's the root of the letter ayin? haha, fuck off, it's from the proto-semitic representation of "eye". the phoenician letter had an eye-shape in fact. thanks wikipedia:

anyway... here's me talking about being a vessel for god. isn't that kind of incompatible with being a vessel for the devil? aha, but actually, this is a faulty line of thinking in general; to assume the devil isn't god implies there is something outside of god, which is again dualizing. which is fine, i guess, but not what i'm about

"Even heresy plays a spiritual role, challenging us to continually expand our concept of God." because all is god - all is divine - including heresy. what's the role of heresy? "Heresy arises as a pained outcry to liberate us from this strange, narrow pit [without Kabbalah], to raise us from the darkness of letters and platitudes to the light of thought and feeling. Such heresy eventually takes its stand in the center of morality. […] Heresy inevitably emerges as cultural expression, uprooting the memory of God and all religious institutions. But what type of uprooting is intended by divine providence ? Removing the dross that separates us from genuine divine light."

as i said previously: "What appeared to be heresy, now purified, is restored to purest faith"!

let's talk about the devil a little bit. this passage from the Zohar says:

"The angels on high then declare: 'Master of the world! Look at so-and-so who is eating and drinking his fill. He could share something with the poor, but he gives them nothing at all!' Then the Accuser steps forward, claims authority and sets out in pursuit of that human being."

the accuser himself is an agent of god - an agent of angels - and most importantly, as we read in the thirteen-petaled rose, angels are simply emanations of energy from a higher sphere (the highest sphere being ein sof, the infinite, all of god that is incomprehensible to us.) doesn't this mean that an agent of angels is a part of god himself?

what about the qualities of the devil? well - according to the zohar, the devil is, like god, a dual-gendered entity, with both feminine and masculine qualities; the zohar names the feminine "the serpent" and the masculine "samael". both can be seen in this passage:

"The tongue pointed like a sword, her words smooth like oil, her lips beautiful, red as a rose, sweet with all the sweetness of the world. She is dressed in purple, adorned with forty adornments minus one.

This fool follows her, drinks from the cup of wine, fornicates with her, deviates after her. What does she do? She leaves him sleeping in bed. She ascends, denounces him, obtains permission, and descends. The fool wakes up and plans tto play with her as before. But she removes her decorations and turns into a powerful warrior confronting him. Arrayed in armor of flashing fire, his awesome terror vibrates the victim's body and soul. He is full of fearsome eyes; in his hand a sharp-edged sword drips bitter drops. He kills that fool and flings him into hell."

picking this apart, this is my understanding - first the man is seduced by the serpent. she presents to him a genuine image, an outer facet, which hides the inner facet of her aloneness with god. when it says she "ascends, denounces him, obtains permission, and descends" - she uses her inner facet to communicate with god, with the devil, with the divine, with samael, with whatever, because they're all really the same, aren't they? to obtain permission here implies she is working for the forces of good, the divine, because why would a force of evil have to obtain permission, and who from? and then she strips off her finery - s/he is full of fearsome eyes (ayin!) - and kills the man.

what for? is she enacting the "din" part of the divine (the forceful hand of god, holding us still as he carves us, as one holds clay) so that the rest off god does not have to?

later the devil is called "an agitator, an accuser, the primordial demon" - an agitator! an accuser! he accuses (but not without merit, rather as an agent of goodness, an actor of angels) and he agitates (because the purpose of heresy, as said before, is to stir the waters, to separate the layers of meaningless reverence from a true connection to the divine.)

and what does this mean for people through whom he acts? firstly, "Do not think that because you incline toward evil there is no remedy. This is false." secondly, " Contemplatively and psychologically, evil must be encountered, not evaded. By knowing and withstanding the dark underside of wisdom, the spiritual seeker is refined."

and in action, even when you feel that you yourself are the agitator and accuser, most importantly, the same rules apply to you as to all others -

"You should desire the well-being of your fellow creature, eyeing his good fortune benevolently. Let his honor be as precious to you as your own, for you and your fellow are one and the same. That is why we are commanded: “Love your neighbor as yourself. ” You should desire what is right for your fellow; never denigrate him or wish for his disgrace. Just as God desires neither our disgrace nor our suffering, because of our close relationship with him, so you should not desire someone else’s disgrace, suffering, or ruin. You should feel as bad for such suffering as if it were your own. Similarly, rejoice over another’s good fortune as if you were basking in it."

"Even the most insignificant creature should assume importance in your eyes; attend to it. Do good to whomever needs your goodness."

and "Do not say that returning [to love of God, to seek forgiveness, to amend mistakes and right wrongs] is good only for the holy portion within you; the evil portion, too, is sweetened, in the manner of this quality."

and finally - "Search and discover the root of your soul, so that you can fulfill it and restore it to its source, its essence. The more you fulfill yourself, the closer you approach your authentic self."

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