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If I have to suffer with my lecture doodles then you have to :) behold!! Bored lecture doodles!!!

[astrophileous]

Thunderstorm

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Gender Neutral Reader

Synopsis: Spencer Reid was never a fan of thunderstorms. On one particular night, he woke up to one.

Warning(s): established relationship, mentions and/or depictions of gun violence/injury, protective spencer, parent-child relationships, I think that's it (?) this one is really just fluff wrapped in more fluff 🥰

Word Count: 2400-ish

Author's Note: HELLO! I'm finally back from the dead (yayyy)!! To celebrate, and as we all wait for me to finish rewriting the remaining chapters of love bugs, I'm posting this fic here for you all to enjoy :) I think it's the fluffiest piece I've ever written (srsly, not even a drop of angst!) so I hope you will enjoy! Let me know what you think okkk, don't forget to LIKE+COMMENT+REBLOG if you like this one xx btw I'm pretty sure this can be read as gender neutral reader since I'm positive I didn't use any gender-conforming words, but pls lmk if I'm wrong!

Criminal Minds Masterlist

Spencer hated thunderstorms.

He had many memories of them, not particularly good ones. Most of them involved him being on the field during yet another atrocious case, gun and flashlight in hand, trekking after muddy footsteps that belonged to an UnSub he was chasing.

He had been shot, once, during a thunderstorm. The bullet lodged itself against his bulletproof vest before the perpetrator had received a retaliation shot from Derek's gun. The vest had saved his life that night. The nasty bruise decorating his torso for the following week, though, served as a sufficient reminder in Spencer's mind.

Thunderstorms were a natural enemy whenever he was on the field. Unfortunately for him, the rivalry seemed to continue past the doorstep of his home, too.

Back when sleep was a luxury that he had to scour and cherish, thunderstorms would be the antagonist that kept the two even further apart. The sound of heavy rain against windows was a line of needles prickling into his circadian rhythm, erasing any possibilities of sleep if he was even lucky enough to have them in the first place.

On those nights, Spencer would sit against the headboard with a book in his lap, hoping that the passage detailing the fall of Joseon Dynasty in Korean Peninsula--or the rise or Majapahit Empire in the island of Java, whichever had caught his interest more at that specific moment in time--would be enough distraction to take his mind off the disaster wreaking havoc outside of his apartment.

Thanks to years of therapy, Spencer now had found it easier to chase sleep whenever he needed it. Still, its sweet relief stood no chance against the chaos brought by a raging thunderstorm.

This time, too, was no different.

Spencer had been dreaming. A land of reverie where his tongue had tasted honey, where his nose had recognized the hint of mint and juniper berry before the image was rattled by a high-pitched shriek in the sky.

When Spencer opened his eyes, the bedroom was enveloped in a near state of total darkness.

The sharp cry he heard had come from a lightning that struck momentarily before he woke up. Five seconds later, another one struck again, sending a jolt of adrenaline through Spencer's body as he waited for the imminent thunder to shatter the atmosphere.

Spencer shut his eyes in an attempt to get his racing heart back under control. Once he opened them again, the remnants of sleep had washed away from his pupils, allowing him to take in the empty bed, the chill bedroom, and the opened door right across from where he was sitting.

Frowning, Spencer thought back to a few hours prior. How he had promptly retired to the bedroom after coming home from work. He remembered clearly--courtesy of his eidetic memory--having slammed the door shut before he got ready for bed.

A creak in the floorboards outside his bedroom door compelled Spencer to reach into the bedside drawer, fingers inching nearer to where the secret holster of his gun was located.

Before his hand could wrap around the weapon, the bedroom door was pushed ajar, revealing a familiar figure standing in the doorway, outline cast by a hazy kind of luminance.

Spencer breathed out a sigh of relief. "I thought you were an intruder."

You raised an eyebrow at his statement. A playful smile sweetened by the gentle glow radiating off the flickering candle in your hand.

"It's just me," you assured him, finally stepping into the threshold and placing the candle on top of the dresser.

"I can see that." He watched you approaching, gaze never straying even when you picked up the comforter a tiny bit to slip back into bed. "Where did you go?"

"Went down to check the breaker. Power's out completely, by the way. Looks like the storm took out the whole block."

He made a disapproving face at your response. "You were in the basement? Alone?"

Your forehead furrowed at the tone of Spencer's voice. It wasn't until you glimpsed the telltale sign of worry in his eyes that your shoulders eventually deflated. "I'm okay, Spencer."

"Why didn't you wake me?"

"Because," you began, an amused smile threatening to split your face into two, "it's a three flights of stairs walk from our bedroom, darling. I think I can manage it just fine."

"But--"

"Besides," you cut him off, silencing him with a gentle palm pressing on his cheek. Spencer instantly melted at the contact. "I know how you get during nights like this. I wanted to let you have as much sleep as you could before the storm eventually wakes you up."

His hand circled around your wrist, then, bringing it upwards so that he could leave tiny kisses on your palm before he entwined his fingers with yours. "You still should've woken me up."

"Spence--"

"I know, I know. You could've done it yourself, I don't doubt it. I just--" he paused, swallowing a lump before continuing, "--I could've just waited here. In the bedroom. But in case anything happened, I would've been there for you."

The admission was quiet within the four walls of your bedroom. You knew that Spencer's plea had nothing to do with a toxic need to be controlling. Instead, it had stemmed from the vulnerability within. A naked truth that nestled in the deepest corners of Spencer Reid's soul.

The years that you had spent together allowed you to understand Spencer at a level nobody else could. They allowed you to understand that this silly request was nothing more than a fruit of his vigilant bones, forged consistently throughout his years in law enforcement. Spencer Reid, underneath his soft eyes and tender touches, had witnessed all of the gruesome layers of the world, lost far more things than anyone ever should.

It was only logical, now that Spencer had you in his life--a miraculous reprieve to his otherwise ghastly world--he would spend every waking moment to do everything in his power to make sure you were safe.

Always.

With this knowledge in mind, you couldn't, in good conscience, bring yourself to deny Spencer's plea, no matter how foolish it might seem.

What you did, instead, was shifting yourself closer to his body, seeking permission with your eyes before you leaned forward for a quick kiss.

"I'm sorry, darling," you offered sincerely. "I'll keep that in mind for next time, yeah? How does that sound?"

The relief was blinding as it washed over Spencer's whole being. "Thank you," he muttered before kissing your knuckles. "And I'm sorry, too, for being like this."

You shook your head firmly. Not because you didn't accept his apology, but because you didn't need one. Spencer didn't have anything to apologize for.

When you told him as much, Spencer's only reply was to press his lips to yours.

You were rendered pliant underneath his ministrations, your body molding into his as if you were two fabrics cut from the same cloth. Spencer poured all of his emotions into the kiss. Wishing--begging--that you could taste just how consuming the love he harbored for you was. The same way he could taste your heart beneath the hint of honey on your lips.

Once breathing became a chore, Spencer took the heavy decision to pull away, settling for resting his forehead on top of yours instead.

"Do you wanna go back to sleep?" you whispered.

Spencer wanted to nod, feeling a huge load pressing on every inch of muscle in his body. But before he could take you up on the offer, a distant sound between the roaring of thunders caught his attention, stopping his words right in their tracks.

"Did you hear that?" Spencer asked.

"Hear what?" You frowned. "The thunder?"

"No." He rushed to get up from the bed, gaze apologetic as he looked at you from the doorway. "Stay here? I'll be back soon."

Soft footsteps trudged along the landing of your two story house, leading Spencer towards another door located right by the stairs. He knocked slowly on the wooden door, twice, before pushing it open with a gentle nudge of his hip.

The room he entered was smaller than the room he shared with you. During the days, the windows on the far end of the wall would offer a mesmerizing view of the creek that ran along the backside of the neighborhood. During nights like this, however, they merely provided another harsh peek at the tantrum that mother nature was throwing against the world.

Although the room was swallowed in darkness, Spencer could still make out the silhouettes inside. From the haphazardly scattered toys on the floor, the colorful drawings taped on the walls, even to the lavender-colored furniture that seemed to fill every available corner in the entire space.

Amongst them all, the one silhouette that managed to pull at Spencer's heartstrings was the one curled up on the center of the bed. A usually joyous sunshine, reduced to a whimpering ball under a cotton unicorn-themed blanket.

"Princess."

Spencer tugged the blanket down, revealing misty eyes and pouting lips on a face he held dearly. A sob managed to wreck itself out of the little girl's chest, plummeting Spencer's heart further down the abyss of no end.

"Oh, sweetheart."

He gathered the 4-year-old in his arms, feeling her immediately hugging his neck. Her body was still shivering with tiny whimpers and sobs, all of which Spencer tried to subside gently by constant strokes down her back.

"It's okay. You're okay," he shushed quietly, rocking his body to a phantom tune while she clung to his chest. "Do you wanna tell me what's going on?"

The girl sniffled aloud before lifting her head, her tiny hands rubbing rigorously on the tear stains around her eyes.

"The-the thunders," she murmured. "It was so loud. I woke up and everything was d-dark. Daddy, I'm scared!"

She threw her arms around his neck again, crying softly into the collar of his sleeping shirt. Spencer tightened his embrace around his daughter, heart breaking into pieces with every tear shed from her innocent eyes.

"Sshh, it's alright, princess. Everything's alright. Daddy's here now," Spencer cooed. "Do you wanna sleep with us tonight? Hm?"

His daughter started to nod frantically. "Don't forget Mr. Elphie, Daddy."

Chuckling, Spencer quickly grabbed the elephant stuffed animal lying next to her pillow. "Of course not. Mr. Elphie is coming with us, isn't he?"

Spencer began to retreat back in the direction of your bedroom, all the while conversing with his little girl to keep her mind off the storm that was still raging wildly outside.

You were checking something on your phone by the time Spencer finally returned. Immediately, you tossed the device aside once you saw him, eyes widening in concern when you saw your daughter's limbs entangled around Spencer's form.

"What happened?" you asked.

Spencer headed for the bed, slowly putting down the little girl who instantly cuddled your side after he had tucked her under the duvet.

"The thunders are scary," your daughter mumbled into the fabric of your shirt.

Your eyes flicked towards Spencer, who gave a single nod of confirmation before settling back on his side of the bed.

"Oh, honey. I'm so sorry." You brushed back the hair from her face, taking in the sight of your favorite pair of eyes that seemed to have lost their usual sparkles in the wake of her tears. "What do you wanna do, hun? Should I tell you a story? Play a little music?"

"I wanna sleep here with you and Daddy," she said in a shaky voice. "Is that okay?"

Kissing the crown of her head, you answered, "Of course it's okay, sunshine. Come here."

Your daughter fell back into your awaiting arms. Her small frame fitting so easily into the front side of your body. You watched as her tiny fingers clutched Mr. Elphie tighter, breath evening out while her face burrowed even deeper into your chest.

It felt as if hours had passed before you could find the will to rip your gaze away. In all honesty, you could probably have spent an entire eternity staring at the little miracle in your arms had the universe given you the chance. When you lifted your head, your eyes automatically locked with Spencer's, who looked as if he, too, had been entranced by the sight in front of him.

"She's incredible," Spencer confessed into the night, voice fragile with the weight of awe it seemed to carry. "I can't believe she's ours."

You extended your hand towards him, smiling brightly once Spencer secured it in his own.

"Seems like the apple doesn't fall far from the tree," you mused, eyes glinting mischievously from the knowledge that your daughter--just like her beloved Daddy--also had a fear of thunderstorms. "Like father like daughter, huh?"

Spencer rolled his eyes. "I'm not scared of thunderstorms. I'm just... not fond of them"

"Uh-huh."

"Shut up." He bit your knuckles playfully, seemingly pleased with himself when he managed to elicit a laugh out of your chest. "Go get some sleep. You have an early day tomorrow."

"Speak for yourself, Mister." You settled your head back on the pillow, Spencer mirroring your position without breaking his hold around your hand. "Where are you going again?"

"Florida. Miami."

"Damn," you muttered, temporarily panicking about your terrible choice of words before calming back down once you saw your daughter sleeping soundly. "I bet it's nice there this time of year."

"It's Miami. The weather barely changes there all year-round."

"Exactly my point."

"Besides," Spencer added, squeezing your hand once, "it's not a vacation. It doesn't matter where I'm going, I'll only be seeing dead bodies all day long."

"Okay. I really don't need to start seeing corpses in my head right before going to sleep, so thanks for that."

"You started it."

"I most certainly did not." You scoffed. "I'm not liking this conversation. Now, can we please go to sleep?"

Spencer had a retort ready on the tip of his tongue. But once he saw how peaceful you looked with your eyes closed, entangled as one with your daughter, he decided against it.

At last, he opted to shuffle closer on the bed until he could wrap his arm around the two of you, letting the scent of mint from your shampoo and juniper berry from your daughter's body wash to wrap around his whole being.

Spencer was still not a fan of thunderstorms.

But on nights like this, he had to begrudgingly admit that maybe, maybe, they weren't really that bad after all.

[whisperingwisterias]

Nausicaa of the Valley of the Wind and Compassion

Nausicaa of the Valley of the Wind is another stunning film from Miyazaki that explores the impact of humanity on nature and how society reacts when they feel threatened by it. In particular it presents Nausicaa as someone who both calls out humanity for how they have caused harm while also acting as an example for how to heal that harm.

The film first sets up how dangerous the world has become for humanity: we see villages ravaged by the Sea of Decay, humans that have had to adapt by wearing gas masks outside and creatures that will turn against humanity in a rage if incited. We also see how humanity has come to view this new world, as the people of the Valley of the Wind are quick to demonize the Sea of Decay and refuse to interact with it at all. People from other tribes demonize it even more than the villagers do, preaching about how they want to eradicate it entirely, despite warnings not to anger the insects that live within it. Even though the forest and the Sea of Decay are just doing their best to survive and heal the world of the damage that has been done to it, most of humanity reacts with nothing but violence: when threatened by the insects he angers with his own disturbance, Asbel’s first instinct is to kill everything in sight; and instead of trying to live harmoniously with the world both the Torumekians and the Pejitians want to bring destruction to the very thing allowing them to continue living in the world, and are not above even hurting an innocent Ohm baby to do it.

In the midst of this hatred it is Nausicaa who teaches humanity to react with kindness instead of violence. Rather than being afraid of the forest, Nausicaa takes the time to appreciate its beauty without harming it. She does not villainize the forest or the insects inside it, but tries to treat them with respect. When she accidentally steps on an insect, she apologizes to it, and when she spots an Ohm chasing after someone she does not try and fight it off but instead calmly redirects it back to the forest. Even outside of the forest, she treats everything with kindness, befriending Teto with gentleness even when he bites her out of fear. Nausicaa is also the only one to notice that it is not the plants themselves that are dangerous, it’s the soil they grow from that was poisoned by humans themselves that make them dangerous. And by the climax of the film, when humanity is so ready to ruin themselves in the name of hatred and destruction, Nausicaa remains compassionate and kind hearted, going so far as to sacrifice her wellbeing and even her life to protect the life of an innocent Ohm baby and save her people. At the end of the film it is this pure kindness that is celebrated and commended as the people of the Valley of the Wind learn to rebuild themselves alongside nature rather than against it.

Throughout the film Nausicaa serves as a role model to society, she points out that we cannot ignore the harm we have done to our world but also that continuing to live and impact the world the way we have without changing anything will only make things worse. Nausicaa’s actions also serve as a reminder to not treat those different from us with fear and violence but to instead respect them and treat them with kindness. Overall Nausicaa of the Valley of the Wind is not only a truly gorgeous film to watch but also a lesson in how we should treat both other people and the world that we live in.

[twistdtanisha]

Slutty Cop

Officer Alison Feel had always been the go-to officer in the precinct. With a keen sense for detecting lies and a knack for being at the right place at the right time, she was a damn good cop. Her colleagues knew her as reliable, loyal, and one hell of a team player—until the universe decided to have a laugh at her expense.

It all went south one crazy afternoon when she was called to a blazing warehouse fire. In the chaos of saving a trapped soul and nearly getting roasted herself, her uniform was shredded beyond repair. With no time for modesty, Alison rummaged through her squad car, searching for anything that could pass for a uniform. The only thing available was the hilariously inappropriate ‘slutty cop’ costume nestled in her duffle bag—a remnant from a wild Halloween party she’d recently attended.

With a practiced eye roll, she opted for the ridiculous outfit rather than giving the whole neighborhood an unintended peep show. The costume clung to her in ways her practical uniform never did, complete with a plastic badge that might as well have read “COP-lete Disaster.” The top zipped up only to just below her chest, precariously close to revealing too much with a slight shift. And the shorts? Holy hell… They were so brief that her well-earned curves from countless squats were impossible to miss.

Despite her pride in her physique, Alison needed to be taken seriously on duty. How was she supposed to interview witnesses or finish her shift like this? Three more hours at the scene loomed before she could return to the precinct to file her report. Since it was four minutes away, unlike her house which was a solid 45-minute trek, she decided to finish her day as is. Her luscious curves, toned abs, and strong arms aside, she had a job to do—and did it with textbook precision. She ignored the snickers from fellow officers and the sideways looks from the fire crew packing up their gear. Any laughter from witnesses was quickly silenced by Alison’s commanding presence. She wrapped up the scene and returned to the precinct, bracing for more teasing.

Fortunately, it was the end of the day, and the precinct was mostly empty aside from a few third-shift officers and the cleaning crew. The only other witness was the CCTV.

The goddamn CCTV. Right on cue, the universe doubled down on its cosmic joke. Video evidence existed to back up the gags from the scene. Within a week, clips of her new “wardrobe” circulated through the precinct and even reached nearby ones. As Officer Alison Feel hit the streets, onlookers did double takes as if playing “Spot the Joke.” Her colleagues cracked up, making quips about “Cop A. Feel” finally living up to her name. Life felt like a non-stop comedy show with her as the star.

Through sarcasm sharper than her backup knife, she embraced the chaos. When her partner asked, “Alison, is that regulation?” she’d fire back with, “Yeah, new uniforms. Wait until you see the nut-hugger onesie they have for you.” And when taunted about the 'costume,’ she’d sass, “Still better than when your mom wore it.”

But beneath the dark humor and heavy sarcasm, Alison was still the same badass cop who’d pull you out of a burning building or chase down a perp without breaking a sweat. Eventually, amidst the chuckles and wisecracks, everyone in the precinct knew one thing was indisputable: that under the costume—however questionable—beat the heart of a cop who didn’t take any shit when it came to doing her job. Even in a penguin suit, Alison Feel would still be Officer Feel: witty as hell, sharp as a tack, and always ready to serve and protect… with tongue firmly in cheek.

[weirdestbooks]

A Civil Disagreement Chapter 6

A Terrorist or A Martyr? (Wattpad | Ao3)

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October 17, 1859

Why did it always seem to be her? Why did so many major slave revolts seem to take place in her state?

And this one seemed more severe than the others. The insurrectionists, the raiders, had taken control of a federal arsenal in Harpers Ferry last night. Unfortunately, word had only arrived after the armory had fallen, which meant that the raiders had time to bunker down and take hostages. 

It was shaping up to be a proper disaster.

The townspeople had been doing their best to chase off the raiders, but they failed. Fighting was still going on when Virginia arrived with the local militia. The militia and Virginia were quick to seal off any escape routes the raiders could use and were now besieging them, hoping to break in and attack them.

Thankfully, they had some success, as they were able to capture and kill several of the raiders, many of them during escape attempts. And luckily, they have managed to come out of this with significantly fewer deaths, with only one casualty, as opposed to the raiders' five. 

But still, there was a lot of work remaining to be done, starting with getting the raiders out of the armory. They needed to assault it, and the US Rifle Works had also been taken over, making their job harder. 

Luckily, a civilian force was planning on doing just that, and Virginia would be joining them. She wanted to be a part in ending this revolt. She needed to be. Virginia pretended like she didn’t hear the whispers. The doubts people circled about her place in her government due to her gender. The people who stopped Virginia from fighting because they thought they knew best.

Virginia hated it. She hated it so much. Father always defended DC from that kind of verbal assault, but never her. What did precious little District of Columbia have that Virgina didn’t?

Virginia blinked, swallowing down the emotions. They would do her no good here. Regardless of what they thought, regardless of what they said, she would prove them wrong.

It was 2:00 pm, and Virginia was going to take back that damned Rifle Works. 

Then they would all see! They had to see. 

She was the Commonwealth of Virginia. She was a lady, but she was also a soldier and a politician, and everything they said she couldn’t be. After all, if men can do it, it’s not that hard. Virginia went to tie back her hair before picking up her gun.

“Are you sure you should be doing this, Virginia? I mean, you ar—”

“I am the Commonwealth of Virginia. I cannot be killed by humans. You have no need to worry about me. I am older than you, and your father, and your grandfather. I can handle myself far better than you can.” Virginia said voice clipped and harsh. The human backed away.

“Alright, if you’re sure then,” he said, sounding hesitant.

“I am. Now, how about you prepare for the assault instead of wasting both of our time? We have traitors to catch and hostages to save.” Virginia said. The man quickly scurried away.

Yes, Father wouldn’t save her from the taunts. But she could handle herself. She didn’t need him to protect her like he protects the sweet, innocent District of Columbia. 

“The assault will begin soon.” Someone announced. Virginia smiled, checking to make sure that her gun was fully loaded. 

It was time to show the revolters what a girl like her could do. 

The crowd and Virginia began moving forward, storming towards the building they planned to take. She had her gun raised, ready to shoot any raiders that she saw. Virginia heard a gunshot go off and looked to see that one of the men had killed a slave that was with the group, maybe one that belonged to the two gentlemen who had been captured.

Served that n—r right for betraying his master and his country and siding with a bunch of abolitionist traitors. Wonder how many more of those n—rs they would have to kill. 

“The mayor’s been shot!” Someone yelled. Virginia froze. Mayor Beckham had been shot? What was he even doing here? Enraged, Virginia swung her gun to face the first traitor she saw and fired. The traitor fell and hopefully was dead.

“Ungrateful and traitorous abolitionists.” Virginia hissed out. She would make them all pay for this and make them face the death penalty for this crime.

Her state was not a place for traitors, nor was it a place for terrorists to try and play “hero” because they thought that slavery was wrong, that it was inhumane, or some nonsense. The slaves liked being enslaved. God made them that way.

Why wouldn’t any of those damned abolitionists see it that way? Why were they so set on going against the word of God, so set on trying to rip Virginia’s family apart by trying to convince her siblings and Father that the natural order of things was wrong?

It was all so stupid, and it always led us back to this, to violence. If only someone could make those abolitionists understand. 

If only……

At least the militia prepared to take back the armory and the hostages. Then this awful battle would be over, and hopefully with no more civilian or militia casualties. 

But still, how much violence will be caused by the abolitionists in the future? How much further would they go? 

When will they see that things are how they were always meant to be?

God made slaves, and he made them to like being enslaved. It was their destiny, just like it was Virginia’s destiny, the destiny of all white people to own them. 

Anyone who said otherwise was just wrong, uneducated, and just plain stupid. It’s a wonder the abolitionists had support in the first place. Who would support a bunch of terrorists, or at the very least, terrorists in the making?

Hopefully, more could be done to stop them before any more major violence breaks out. 

Although hope can only get you so far.

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March 7, 1860

“Ana! I have news for you! Come here!”  Alabama called over to his sister. Louisiana smiled over at him before finishing up her conversation with DC and walking over to him.

“What is it, Bama?” she asked. Alabama smiled, wrapped an arm around her shoulder, and guided her out of the room, dropping his voice to a whisper.

“Didja hear about the bet made between one of my people and yours?” he asked her. Louisiana shook her head.

“Non, I haven’t. What’s this about Bama?” She asked suspicion in her voice. Alabama smiled.

“Well, one of my people thinks he can smuggle some new slaves in from Dahomey, and he made a bet with someone from New Orleans. The ship left yesterday.” Alabama told her. Louisiana’s eyes widened.

“That’s a risky move.” She said. Alabama shrugged.

“Please, we both know that Pa can’t stop every ship and search them. Besides, you know how York is involved with some slave smuggling? Or he was, at least. The point is that he says it’s not that hard if you know what you’re doing.” Alabama explained. 

“Ah, right, I forgot York used to be involved with that. You sure he won't tell Dee about what your people are doing?” Louisiana asked.

“Not unless he wants to get in trouble for his own smuggling involvement. Besides, I didn’t tell him who, so York doesn’t know much anyway.” Alabama explained. Louisiana nodded.

“Smart move, little brother. But…why tell me about this?” She asked. Alabama smirked.

“Well, Ana, do you want to make a bet?”

[alwaysspeakshermind]

Favorite Fictional Ladies Alphabet C is for: Cordelia Chase

In the realm of TV shows aimed at teens, there are Queen (B)ees, and then there are Queen. Fricking. (B)ees. For me (someone who always enjoys a good loudmouthed bish with low levels of tact and absolutely ZERO respect for the meaning of the phrase shut up), the early seasons of Buffy were kind of difficult, because I frequently questioned who was my favorite B-word: Buffy or Cordelia. 

Yeah, Cordelia essentially serves as the reliable antagonist in Buffy’s day-to-day, non-slaying world, and yeah, she’s a pretty, popular, runs-the-school-and-everyone-in-it kind of girl rather than an outsider who instantly commands sympathy, but what of it? An antagonist is, after all, just someone who opposes/causes trouble for the protagonist, and as Cordy herself would point out, being the It™ girl in high school isn’t really all it’s made out to be. 

Besides, let’s be honest here: antagonists are not automatically evil simply because they’re arguing with the protagonist, and while Cordelia may be mean, self-centered, and almost unbelievably shallow at times, she is not stupid and she is rarely wrong. Every group of world-saving heroes needs someone with the backbone to say the rude-but-true thing everyone’s thinking, and Cordelia’s more than happy to be that person.

Why she’s my girl:

Despite her overt vanity, callous treatment of wallflowers like Willow, well-cemented status as human-thorn-in-Buffy’s-side, and inexplicable fondness for sweaters knotted around the neck (no, baby, no!) Cordelia commands my undying respect. Regardless of whatever insane situation she’s in, Cordelia is always and reliably Cordelia, aka Cordy, aka Queen C. Whether she’s addressing humans, vamps, or other monsters, she’s loud, opinionated, and ready with an arsenal of insults that sting all the more because there’s a lot of truth in them. 

But as cutting as she can be, she’s also (arguably) the least hypocritical of all Buffy’s non-evil characters, mostly because she’s just so straightforward about who she is: not the runner-up, but The Queen. Not a sheep, but a trendsetter. Not someone who tells lies to protect egos or fragile self-esteem. (Remember that time Buffy could hear everyone’s thoughts and only Cordy’s exactly matched the words that left her mouth?) 

Her relationship with Buffy and co. is more in the frenemy category than anything else, and she’s just as liable to ridicule/flat-out bully as she is to lend assistance, but she sticks with them (for the most part) despite everything. “Nice” isn’t a part of the deal, and though she’s very clear about that, she’s not the dumb, stone-cold, heartless flake everyone around her tends to think. Yes, her concerns are almost never what people think they ought to be, yes, she exasperates everyone with her skillfully brutal assessments of people and situations, and yes, she never misses the chance to criticize someone’s fashion or lack thereof. But she also gives people rides whenever they need them, staunchly defends those she decides to consider part of her circle, and refuses to accept less than what she knows she deserves. She is a fighter when it comes right down to it, but she’s also a very cool realist—if someone else is willing to do the fighting for her, why should she bother making the effort and ruining her manicure? If a formidable foe challenges just one person to a fight, why should she go along and risk her life? 

No, she’s not kind, yes, she makes comments so cutting they’re probably better described as cruel, but she’s also extremely strong, smart, and layered in a way that’s typically not seen in HBIC TV characters both before and since. And every once in a while, albeit essentially never on purpose, Cordy lets it slip that her bitchy, shallow, valley-girl exterior actually conceals a beating human heart—a pretty big one, at that—and it’s kind of beautiful.

(What—she can’t have layers?)

Favorite quotes: Way, way, WAY! too many to count, but some favorites are:

“It’s like when I go shopping, I have to have the most expensive thing. Not because it’s expensive, but because it costs more.”

“God! WHAT IS YOUR CHILDHOOD TRAUMA?!?”

“People who think their problems are so huge craze me. Like the time I sort of ran over this girl on her bike…it was the most traumatizing event of my life, and she’s trying to make it about her leg! Like my pain meant nothing.”

“You think I’m never lonely because I’m so cute and popular? I can be surrounded by people and be completely alone. It’s not like any of them really know me. I don’t even know if they like me half the time. People just want to be in a popular zone. Sometimes, when I talk, everyone’s so busy agreeing with me they don’t hear a word I say.”

“We’re still all rooting for you on Saturday! I’d be there for you myself if I didn’t have a leg-wax.”

“I just don’t see why everyone’s always picking on Marie Antoinette. I can so relate to her. She worked really hard to look that good, and people just don’t appreciate that kind of effort.”

“‘I aspire to help my fellow man.’ Check. As long as he’s not smelly, dirty, or something gross.”

“You’re sheep. All you ever do is what everyone else does just so you can say you did it first. And here I am, scrambling for your approval, when I’m way cooler that you ‘cause I’m not a sheep. I do what I wanna do, and I wear what I wanna wear. And you know what? I’ll date whoever the hell I wanna date. No matter how lame he is.”

“Tact is just not saying true stuff. I’ll pass.”

[“What about that nutty ‘all men are created equal’ thing?”] “Propaganda spouted out by the ugly and less-deserving.”

"I know what you're up to. You think if you get me mad enough I won't be so scared. And hey, it's working! Where's a damn weapon?"

“I am the surgeon of mean.”

“Oh, God. Is the world ending? I have to research a paper on Bosnia for tomorrow, but if the world's ending, I'm not gonna bother.”

“In fact, I wish all men, except maybe the dumb and the really agreeable kind, disappear off the face of the earth. That would be so cool!”

[“You have no shame.”] “Oh, please. Like shame is something to be proud of?”

“I’m Cordelia Chase, dumbass.”

“I think it, I say it. It’s my way.”

[altairtalisman]

Malik's Bio

"Everyone has a place in Ratein, even our enemies… unfortunately."

More details on Malik is under the cut

Name: Malik Sørensen

Age: 481

Height: 202 cm (21 m in true form)

Birthday: 30 Tierna 1541 (Da'asja)

Orientation: Cisgender Gay Male

Pronouns: He/Him

Species: Polar Bear Spirit

Country of Birth: Tanasaq

Likes: Being left alone, meat, cold weather

Dislikes: Most Rynns, penguins, crowds, hot weather

Hobbies: Hunting, fishing, swimming, playing the flute

Personality: Extremely independent, which complements his surliness... though deep down, he's actually capable of tolerating Rynns as seen with his acquaintanceship with Daedir. Key phrase being 'deep down' though

Style: Wears durable clothing that is able to withstand frigid temperatures, with a fairly bright-patterned cloth around his waist as it is eye-catching enough for lost beings in Tanasaq (mainly non-Tanasuqi) to notice in snowy weather

Status: Alive

Abilities: Possesses enhanced strength, able to shapeshift into a large polar bear and is a master of rune magic as he is capable of summoning runes in thin air

In his true form, he has a greater reach when attacking but is also much slower than in humanoid form and he's unable to use rune magic in this form. His claws, however, emit a frosty air which allows him to freeze enemies when clawing them

Background: At 75 years old, he became a polar bear spirit and spent numerous years deterring Rynnholmen's attempts to claim it as its territory as well as serving as a reluctant guide to those who visit Tanasaq

When he turned 115, he chanced upon a lost reindeer spirit who he initially believed to be a spy from Rynnholmen. The reindeer spirit, Astrid, explained to him that she had recently became an animal spirit and had no idea what was going on. Wanting to chase her away from Tanasaq as quickly as possible, Malik gave her a crash course on her new existence as an animal spirit and escorted her to the Tanasuqi Postal Service as she mentioned that she used to be a postal carrier before she was dismissed for reasons she didn't share nor did Malik care for

At 150 years old, he was introduced to rune magic by his elders per Tanasuqi traditions and met a practitioner of arcane magic 200 years later. While Malik chose to not learn arcane magic from him, he remained in contact with him and occasionally exchanged letters

His contact with the practitioner turned out to be useful when he encountered Hisui in Alstas 1899, which surprised the Tanassaqi as raijūs were rarely seen outside Asanoku, let alone in freezing Tanasaq. After learning that Hisui didn't actually have a place to go following the aftermath of the Asanokian Civil War, Malik suggested to them about applying for a position at the Hallowed Hotel, where the practitioner's teacher worked

After sending the raijū off, he continued to live a relatively peaceful life in Tanasaq until Rynnholmen formally waged a war against Tanasaq 11 years later. Like every other Tanasuqi, he participated in the war and came out victorious in protecting their independence. Following advice from Hayato, which Hisui relayed to Malik after news of the war reached Wulfenz, Tanasaq was able to get Rynnholmen to sign a peace treaty that influenced the latter country's eventual neutral position in future global affairs

Years after the war ended, he encountered Daedir while patrolling the Rynnholmen-Tanasaq border. Recognising the dwarf as someone who participated in the war, Malik was initially hostile towards him but upon learning that Daedir was on his own due to the saturated metalsmithing industry, Malik decided to teach him rune magic mainly to chase him away from Tanasaq

Once the dwarf was deemed ready to use rune magic, Malik left Daedir and went back to his solitary life in Tanasaq, with the occasional exchange of letters with Hisui as well as saving hapless travellers in the frosty Tanasaq. Strangely enough, an unknown woman who goes by Alexia visits him every month at midnight to play the flute. Malik knows nothing about the woman, but obliges her in their shared hobby as not once does she expects any conversation

True Form:

[shouts-into-the-void]

I've now read through the fast-pass episodes, so I thought I'd give some of my thoughts on Nevermore.

Spoilers beneath the cut :)

I was starting to like Annabel Lee up until the thing with Ada. I think the entire sequence really highlights what a selfish person she is and how dumb her entire plan is in reality.

First off, if Annabel was nearly the calculating mastermind she thinks she is, she wouldn't have completely tossed away someone who is obviously incredibly powerful and dangerous when there are definitely ways she could have spun that situation to keep Ada on her side. Now the biggest threat to both Lenore and Annabel's safety was given a clear field to collect that ally and do even more damage.

Second, her behavior in the Bell challenge absolutely shows us that a large part of what this is about is Annabel's love for games. It's really obvious through the behavior of both Ada and the other students that her entire plan for escaping is unnecessary; take out Montresor, Will, and Prospero and pretty much everyone would likely be Lenore and Annabel's allies and those who aren't wouldn't stand a chance against them. The entire "let me win so the others don't see you as a threat lol" was complete bullshit because everyone already sees Lenore as a threat, which Annabel is aware of. Also, sending Montresor after Lenore when he's already threatened her multiple times was the stupidest move she could have made if she wants to actually protect her girlfriend and not let on that they know each other because he literally reads minds.

Moving on, I feel like a lot of people just stop reading whenever Ada shows up because everyone is wildly misinterpreting her actions and just going "help mcs good, hinder mcs evil irredeemable bitch"

Like, the commenters on the newest chapters act like she's been actively chasing after Prospero with no justification, as though Annabel (who is shown to be pretty much the only person Prospero talks to or respects) didn't tell her that he was into her and that he would appreciate her chasing after him! She's a little delusional for still being so into him when he's awful to her, sure, but she actively believes that this is just because he's nervous about showing affection in public and it's shown that Prospero does actually indulge her crush when it serves him. Also based on the flashback, of course she would cling to someone who resembles her past lover, that's probably just how she thinks people who love you act! And then when her only friend completely drops her after the guy Annabel told her had said he was into her says he would literally rather die than be in a room with her, followed up by Annabel calling her a spoiled brat because she didn't get what she wanted (what the actual fuck btw) and sitting there stroking his hair in front of her, of course she immediately clings to the first person who tells her what she's been dying to hear from someone her entire life AND death. Is what she says about Duke fucked up? Yeah, but Duke also constantly makes fun of her and it's not like Duke wasn't ready to let someone he didn't care about die? I hope she goes insane and kills Montresor and then trades rooms with Lenore

Also, I would love to see more of Bernice and Eulalie's backstories. From what I can tell, it looks like Bernice was a flapper girl known for being a drunk who got hit by a car (or possibly murdered by someone trying to assault her, given the person saying they were "just trying to help her home" and making it a point that she was drinking)? And Eula was a Japanese immigrant working for an orphanage that got hate-crimed. I also like the rounding out of Eula's character other than just "creepy girl with wide eyes says and does creepy things". It's obvious that she's very protective of her friends because she couldn't save the kids in the fire. I love her, I want good things for her.

Pluto continues to be my child and I wish everyone in this comic would stop calling him weird for doing literally anything. Also just the fact that he hugs Lenore whenever he sees her 🥹 he's gonna be crushed when he figures out the plan. And standing up to Prospero!!!! That's his roommate and it's gotta be terrifying to think about pissing him off but he still did that for his friends! (Also shout out to Morella. "Oh no I tripped" istg)

I was very surprised that his crush is on Eulalie, and I honestly don't see them getting together? I feel like there's more evidence to suggest that Eula likes Bernice and Pluto likes Duke even if that's not what the authors are intending lol. If they plot twisted it so that Pluto had lied about his crush on Eula I would not be mad

Lenore has definitely moved up to my favorites, and I relate a lot to her backstory (no I was not drugged and locked in an attic before setting fire to my home I promise 😉)

Duke playing out the Cask of Amantillado. Oof. I do think this is going to trigger his Spector, because I'm guessing he died in one of those underwater escape tank things, so being chained up is what was missing from the Thalassophobia trial.

Also someone help Will, he is too nice for that vile snake of a man

[annonniiiiieeeee]

Ann help I’m out of ideas for Lisa and Raph agenda as well as characterizing Kitsune and Gen I’ll leave Chizu out for now since her arc isn’t done yet

Any ideas?

I can probably give more on Lisa.

Lisa’s transformation is a punishment from the gods. The town wants to be turned back. All they know is that this curse was placed upon them because they upset Draxum with how they worship Raph.

So obviously the priestesses are the problem. Get ride of them and replace them with better priestess. Obviously the twin itself isn’t wrong. Raph is a god of rage he wants them to enact ragefull vengeance.

The attack the temple and Lisa has to flee. Not only has she been transformed but now she’s being hunted. She’s almost caught when three travelers come to her rescue.

The red one and white one defeat/chase off her attackers while the third one leads her to safety. They introduce themselves as Nardo, Sagi and Phael.

They heard that something was happening in the village and wanted to see if they could help. Pheal seems very upset when he learns what has happened to the priestesses. Lisa doesn’t understand. He didn’t know them, he’s never been to their village why what he so upset at their suffering.

Nardo convinces Pheal to stay behind with Lisa while he and Sagi go check out the village. (Aka Leo and Usagi are about to go explains exactly how wrong the villagers are. There will be no misunderstandings this time)

Pheal and Lisa spend some time together getting to know one another. Lisa can see that Pheal is angry about her village and her treatment. He thinks she must hate the god she once served. Lisa disagrees. She knows Raph is not the way the people think he is. He is kind and protective not a rage filled monster. She’s sad that the people can’t see that.

Raph is in awe of this priestess. He recognizes her voice as the one prayer that hasn’t been for rage and vengeance. His lifeline to sanity.

They get attacked by a creature. Maybe one that only eats salamander. It lives near the village and has never been a problem before. Lisa hates her transformation even more as it puts both of them in danger.

She fights hard but almost gets hurt. This is when Raph shows a little bit of his power and she realizes who she’s been walking with. She had suspicions earlier but now she’s sure. This is Raphael. The god she has served her whole life.

Raph turns around to find her on her knees bowing and he hates it. Lisa doesn’t need to have that level of reverence with him. Not when she’s the one voice keeping him sane. Not after all she has suffered because of him.

The two have to have a long chat about this. About how they have both saved each other in ways the other couldn’t imagine.

They make their way back to the village where Leo is in full god mode getting the villagers to fix their attitudes. He’s not playing with them and if anyone has anything to say about it the Leo’s husband is more then ready to step in.

Raph and Lisa enter the village and the villagers start to get mad at Lisa again. She brought down Leo’s wrath upon them.

Raph shows is true form and the crown calls for vengeance against the gods that have wrong them. Their prayers and voice sweeping around Raph pushing his powers into a fury. Lisa steps forward and rests her hand in his arm focusing him back in on her.

She explains to the crowd how they don’t understand Raph and what he’s really like.

Now from here two things can happen.

The crowd finally listens

They call for her blood and try to stone her.

If it’s the first she is placed in charge of the village and teaches them how to worship. Raph comes to visit far more often to remind people of his goodness and kindness. (He might also be visiting so much because he’s fallen in love with Lisa) eventually Leo’s tells Lisa to confess to Raph knowing that the two will go no where unless Lisa makes the first move.

If it’s the second. Raph burns the village to the ground. Lisa is his priestess and the only one listening to him. The village has already tried to kill her once. He’s not letting the second attempt go unpunished.

All of this is very much in beta.

@thenerdywitchofthenorth @furiousjellifish @fatalflawsy Give ideas.

I will talk Kitsune Gen and Chizu after their story is over.

I have an idea for them when it comes to bishop

[jynxd]

"Shut up! Shut up, shut up!" Jinx's shrill shrieking voice tried its hardest to overpower Mylo's mocking laughter. Her balled fist rose, ready to slam against the side of her head. Scribbled lines danced before her vision, creating baleful eyes and a wide, monstrous grin with jagged teeth. However, a worn down, aged hand caught her wrist in a soft but firm grip before Jinx could strike herself. A familiar raspy voice cradled her. Silco was here. Her Papa had come to save her. Everything would be okay now. He always chased the ghosts away. He was the bigger monster and he guarded her with the ferocity of a mother guarding her young.

"I am sorry", mouthed Jinx almost reflexively as she looked at Silco. His hand relaxed in its grip and his expression softened. Jinx wanted to snuggle into that gaze and let him hold her until all the worries disappeared. However, his next words prompted her to arch her brow at him. "Really?", she asked in curiosity and bewilderment. Jinx followed Silco as they headed for the cellar region, which doubled as an interrogation chamber. He had told her that his old lair had been underwater before to show Vander that he was not afraid of the prospect of drowning again. Most importantly, the glass allowed Silco a front-row seat to the large, armoured sharks that lived in the deepest depths of the Pilt. The new interrogation space had a similar feature. A large window made of enforced glass, which allowed you to see deep into the rich, blue water. Even now, Jinx could see the occasional shark pass by. They were more used to circling this region as there was a hidden hatch in the floor, leading into a container for them to feast on whomever Silco shoved down that hatch. However, that was not what drew Jinx's attention this evening. It was the man with a bag over his head. He had been tied to a chair and was squirming in his bindings. Whimpering sounds and muffled pleas came faintly from behind the bag's coarse fabric. Jinx slowed down and stared at the man with confusion and bewilderment. She did not know him, yet she was still slightly irritated by his presence.

"What's going on, Papa?", Jinx asked Silco.

from here @shimmerbeasts

Most would call into question, whether or not Silco was meant to be a father. If a man like him could ever have room for someone else in his cold heart. After all, you couldn't lead a nation with the distractions family created, and you certainly couldn't be soft. However, unlike Vander who was weakened by the children he'd taken in, Silco was only strengthened by it. Becoming a father had only made him more ruthless, fatherhood gave him something, someone else to protect. And ever like the crocodile he was, he would do anything for Jinx.

In this case, He knew it was time to allow Jinx to harness the emotions that often overwhelmed her. To take the rage that the voices in her mind induced, and to weaponize it in a way that would make her so much stronger. This would also continue the lesson he taught the moment he'd welcomed her as his daughter; To beat monsters, you have to become an even bigger monster. Today that man in the chair would know what kind of monster he raised her to be.

The man in question was one of the few who were still loyal to Vander. Not only that but he had served under the former Sheriff, and now attempted to do everything his power to unveil Silco as the mastermind behind everything. This man had been determined to lock him away and undo all of the work he had poured into Zaun. This could not and would not be allowed. For his crimes, this man would die. But first, he would be what his daughter needed to become stronger.

Silco slowly approached the man, whom he had weakened with drugs, evident by all the injection marks in his skin. Yet still at the sound of subtle footsteps the man began to struggle in his bindings. His voice was muffled by the gag in his mouth, Nor could he see with a thick cloth blocking his vision.

"I've been telling you, all this time, that to become stronger, you must embrace the monster. To be the biggest you could be so that no one could ever hurt you again." Silco gently smiled at her, holding out his hand to invite her to come more forward. "What I haven't done, is give you the tools to let the monster out, until now."

He did not wait for her to come to him, though, and instead came to her as he walked around her, standing behind her. "This man has been working undercover for topside since the late sheriff's death, he wants to take me away, to take everything away from us." He whispered into her heart softly, tempting her, encouraging the rage that he knew was still there building. "He came here to take you away from me first but we got to him first."

Silco laid a hand on her shoulder. "It's time to embrace that emotion that Mylo makes you feel. To use what you are, the predator that your vastayan nature has shaped you into, and show him what you can do." He stepped in front of her, keeping one hand on her shoulder to guide her towards the bound man. "Weaponize that pain you feel, so that he knows everything topside has done to us. What he is threatening to do to us. I give you permission to make him suffer."

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[am-1-ty]

Felt the artist tingle :) have some sketches!

Chase is ready to serve save and protect :)

[anistransport0]

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The Xiang Chronicles: Book Four Chapter 34

Title: The Xiang Chronicles: Book Four

Author: Jay Grayson

Word Count: 118k

Genres: Fantasy, adventure, drama, LGBT+

Available on: my website

Synopsis: In order to save the world from the continuous subjugation and potential annihilation at the hands of Tiandi, hard lines must be drawn. The Great Spirits that were imprisoned ages ago must be unsealed and awakened, no matter the consequences.

The players are divided—those who stand blindly with Tiandi, such as Xiang Merra and her disciples versus those who want to tear the system down and give the power back to the people. Even a few of the most religious Lords change their minds when they learn the truth of the world—that Tiandi is no more than a dictator with no love in his heart.

It is up to the last, real Xiang and the ill-fated Chaaya to put everything they have into tearing God from his throne and creating new possibilities for the future.

Full chapter 34 under the cut

Chapter XXXIV:

Pangu heard Baiya’s voice, calling out from one of the balconies on the tower. Still keeping the barrier ready at the tips of his fingers, his head snapped up to see the two dots up above.

Unfortunately, Salamander saw them too.

“More vile humans?!” The Great Spirit bellowed. “Insolent parasites! To think you can overpower me!”

He threw his tail into the side of the palace, crushing walls and raining stone down below. Pangu’s heart stopped and his entire body tensed.

Surely Baiya and Kira had dodged the attack.

Surely they had gotten away.

The last of the rubble settled as dust plumed upward making it impossible to tell if either of them was still up there. Pangu held onto faith—he had to—but Loa screamed out in agony.

“BAIYA!” Fire lit upon her finger tips and she shot up at the spirit.

It would do nothing to Salamander and Pangu was sure Loa knew that as well. Her fireballs were simply absorbed into his body and offered little more than a distraction. But, that was what she wanted.

“Come down here!” she screamed, sending fireball after fireball, “Come! Down!”

“Please!” Ashoka added, still on her perch ahead and to their left.

“He will not listen to reason until he is calm,” Pangu said, trying to keep focused on the task at hand. Even if his mind wanted him to show him the most gruesome images it could conjure of what might have become of Baiya and Kira, he did not allow it to slow him down.

“I am trying to calm him!” Ashoka snapped.

Salamander, surprisingly, began to slither away from the mountain and palace. He grasped the nearest tall building and hoisted his weight onto it, crushing part of the roof as he settled. “You are growing weak, dog of Tiandi.” His eyes pierced into Ashoka as flames lapped around his mouth. “Soon, I will devour you and all of your ilk.”

She held her staff tight in her grip. “If you would listen…Tiandi does not want to destroy you or seal you again. He genuinely wants your help.”

“What?” Phay asked with a scowl, turning to look more at the disciple than at the Great Spirit.

Pangu did not tear his eyes away from Salamander, however. He knew he could not let his guard slip for a second with how unpredictable the spirit had been. The protection of Phay and Loa was paramount to all else. Salamander’s pacification came second.

Ashoka continued, her arms shaking under the pressure and fear, not to mention how long she had probably been chasing Salamander since freeing him. “We have a deal ready…if you would, please…”

“Turn on my brethren?” Salamander boomed as he used the rooftops to get closer. His claws latched onto stone and the buildings with weaker constitutions crumbled under him. Despite that, most likely, not being his intent, he still descended to the ground as if it was his plan all along.

Really, he did not need to keep the high ground anyway. His head easily rose to be eye-level with Ashoka.

“You will be serving Tiandi to keep balance and, after all is said and done, he will offer you a spot in the spirit realm by his side.”

Pangu wondered if she truly believed those terms would suit any Great Spirit or if she was just reciting whatever Tiandi, or more likely, Merra had told her.

Phay, on the other hand, felt sick and disappointed all at once. She had been disgusted by Ashoka already—just the mere idea of being a citizen of Agni while working under the current Xiang was shameful enough but this was a new low.

Would she bury her own nation? Her own people? Just for some power? Fame? It was against everything Agni stood for and Phay found herself wishing that Salamander would roast her alive.

“And what good does that do me?” The Great Spirit hissed and wound his body between a few tight buildings so that his head came closer to Ashoka. His heat pulsed against the air, sending out waves in intervals.

“You were known to treasure power above all else, right?” Ashoka’s voice shook but she continued to stand her ground. “You sought to be the strongest of the spirits—the-the greatest. This…this will give you that position. You will be immortalized as the Great Spirit who saved the world! Who sided with Tiandi and defeated the terrible Shakti!”

Salamander stared for a long moment, his flames crackling loudly in the air as everyone remained silent. Then his mouth creased and it appeared as if his lip curled upward.

“Disgusting,” he muttered and, even if his voice was quieter than usual, the tremor of it was still felt through the city.

He reared back his front claw and slammed it toward Ashoka. She was quick with a barrier of flame to combat his fire-coated body but her barrier snapped on contact. The blowback sent Salamander’s claw and her in opposite directions.

She disappeared somewhere behind a nearby building but there was no time to speculate whether she was alive or dead. At the very least, her efforts of recruiting the Great Spirit were probably at their end.

Pangu began to pull Phay and Loa back, taking silent but quick steps backward. His eyes scanned the rubble around them, attempting to plot out where they could position themselves to stand the best chance at survival. As he found a potential trump card, he breathed out in relief.

With his right hand, he grabbed the side of Loa’s sleeve. “Do you see that building over there? There is some rubble that leads to a high ground. Head up there and keep an eye out.” Then he turned to Phay and pointed to a secure looking building with a crevice to hide under. “You wait there, I will hold him off and try to talk.”

“Wait!” Phay yelled but he did not stop.

They were both far too underprepared for this—he was not even sure he was prepared.

He raised a shield of fire around himself as he ran forward, toward Salamander. The Great Spirit stepped to the side, watching with interest.

“So, you would face off against me as well?” He started to turn as Pangu darted through an opening between his legs, racing to the other side. “Pray to your weak God and see if he saves you!”

Pangu slid down, barely avoiding a swipe of the spirit’s claw. He rolled, becoming coated in dust, and then hopped back onto his feet. Thankfully, he had landed right where he needed to.

With a pop of air, he removed the lid from the well that had, somehow, come out of the ordeal entirely unscathed. He drew water from the source and took a short, quick breath.

“Listen, Salamander,” he shouted, “I will not bargain with you as Ashoka did. I will simply tell you my purpose in seeking you out!”

The Great Spirit cared little in listening and charged forward, mouth ablaze. When Pangu threw a wave of water at him, dousing the flames along his face and his front claws, he paused and shook his head. The fire did relight but it took a second and confusion also blossomed in that time.

“What…? You…”

Pangu held more water in the air, at the ready. “My name is Shu Pangu Min and I was once the Xiang—a master of all of this world’s elements and a puppet to Tiandi. But I have come to know the truth about the past and I have been freeing the other Great Spirits once trapped by the God of the Cosmos. All of your brethren, I have helped be free—you were the last!”

From her hiding spot in the rubble, Phay could barely see but she could hear. Pangu was making his case though she felt Salamander would probably not listen. Her eyes flickered up to where Loa was and then back to the city square where her vision was filled with flames.

“What proof have you of your claims?” Salamander demanded.

“As of this moment, none.”

The spirit laughed. “Bold but do not become so cocky—even if what you say is true, I have no desire stronger than that of destruction. Whether or not my brethren want to help the humans of this world matters little to me. This place is unsalvageable—the moment that God descended and made a mockery of us and our mother, it was as good as dead to me. I would sooner burn everything and start again than work alongside those who bowed their heads to that tyrant!”

Phay gripped the handle of her sword with her non dominant but uninjured hand. She furrowed her brow and climbed out from the rubble, unable to take it anymore.

Pangu, for all of his efforts, would get nowhere with someone so nihilistic.

She ran down the street, not turning to look when Loa called out for her. Instead, her eyes stayed on her goal and, when she got close enough, she threw her sword at the spirit’s back.

He was not impaled by the blade but that had not been her intention anyway. She only needed to capture his attention and that was a success. His flames rose higher along his body as he turned, furious at the interruption.

“Do you not value your life, worm?”

“I am no worm,” Phay snapped and walked even closer. The waves of his heat were intense but she could withstand it. She needed to. “I am a lord of Agni and I find your approach cowardly.”

“Phay!” Pangu yelled out in warning but she did not budge.

Salamander laughed and his tongue, bathed in flame the same as everywhere else, flicked across his lips. “Cowardly, you say? I would be delighted to know how.”

Her eyes narrowed. “You would sooner burn this place and start over than help? Not wanting to help is one thing but wishing to give up? To start from scratch? Only someone who is out of options does that. Or, someone who is too weak to endure the struggle of changing things the hard way. Is that you, Salamander? A weak quitter?”

“Phay?!” That was Pangu and Loa.

The Great Spirit recoiled and, for a second, his flames dampened. “A quitter? And how would you describe the humans that bowed under the rule of Tiandi? Forgetting their roots and prostrating themselves before a new power?”

Phay shook her head. “I cannot speak for the people of the time but I can say that, all people, no matter where they are from, tend to endure under the conditions given to them—whether they enjoy their station or not. And, if you had looked around at the people of Agni before jumping straight to destruction you would have seen that the majority of us do not accept Tiandi as our God. We see him for what he really is—an overpowered dictator. I, certainly, would never bow my head to anyone. I care not what strength they may possess. My will is always and will always be stronger.”

She gulped and took Salamander’s silence as her opportunity to continue.

“I believe you know the value of pushing through despite all odds. It is the basis of true strength and the pride of Agni. You simply forgot in your rage.”

The flames along Salamander’s body sank and fluttered much closer to him. A few spots glowed blue for a second before disappearing entirely. His skin was far darker without the fire bringing him to life but his eyes still shined a vibrant orange.

“You have the heart I once treasured in mankind…”

Phay walked closer, no longer having a wall of heat to pass through. “Help us fight Tiandi and those true cowards among his forces. Afterward, I will help to reignite the kind of world you remember. The kind of world you can be proud of.”

“You…” Salamander stared down at her, slowly blinking each eye and just as slowly leaning down. “You would be the only lord I would wish for Agni. I shall choose you to bind my will to but be warned: should you dissatisfy me in any way, I will not hesitate to reinstate another.”

“I accept.”

Phay watched as he combust in flames once more but, somehow, they were no longer hot. His form also shrank within the light and, soon, there was little more than a hovering ball of fire.

“Call me by name if you should need me,” he said before the last flame, as well, disappeared.

She fell to her knees and let out a long, forceful exhale. Pangu reached her first, kneeling beside her with a hand on her back.

“Are you alright?”

“What were you thinking!?” Loa yelled as she hurried over.

Phay coughed and took another couple of rough breaths but she smiled through it. She glanced up at Pangu and said, “You were being too soft. He needed a firmer hand.”

Pangu frowned. “I thought I was being firm.”

Loa ignored the conversation and wrapped her arms around Phay’s neck, resting her forehead on the lord’s shoulder. “I was so worried…”

“Great job, Phay!” Baiya’s voice broke everyone up and Pangu spun around.

From the direction of the palace, he and Kira walked forward, both as dusty as he was but, otherwise, they appeared completely unharmed.

[maguro13-2]

Justice for All ~ Origins of the Ink Demon Chapter 2 Finale [3/4]

"2 years prior to Ink Demon's appearance..."

[Phanto Sanctuary - Planet Jupiter]

Master Phanto : Welcome my daughters. Now that you finally passed all your tests and I truly you two would become fine meisters that will protect both Humankind and Witchkind. It is time that I will give you the final test of what it takes become a powerful Phanto. Both you and your sister have shared the same blood as our kind, you know. If it's necesarry that two of your daughters will surpass the Phantonian blood and our people, you are truly destined to protect humans and witches to bring peace to all The Phanto brethren. One of my kind has failed to take the test and now you are ready to serve justice to the tyrants who tried to take you away, and the only option is that our great leader. the King of the Phantonians.

Maka's Mother (now Female Phanto) : Yes, master. I will look upon the safety of protecting both humankind and witchkind, and whatever it takes to make my daughters proudful and strong. I hope that look foward that my husband has been fooling around with women outside of Japan or at the other country, the one that they call it "America." So, go on. Tell him your names who you really trust your instincts to and fight your own kind to protect humankind and witchkind?

Moirai Albarn : The name is...Moirai Albarn, I am first daughter of the Phantonian race. This one here is my younger sister and second daughter of the Phantonian race.

Master Phanto : Really? I heard she has the blood of a human being that turns into a scythe, made by the bones of a Dokeshi Shotaro, the boy who would gradully become the son of the Kusakabe, Shinigami himself. But rest to assure you in the real world, both your blood of human and weapon DNA are not related and you are not a weapon that is like that scyth-turning person Spirit, you are a human being capable to carry the same blood as our race. You are the only person who can save humankind and witchkind together as one species. Destined to fight for Mankind's survival, you are the second daughter of the Phantonian race, you are Maka Albarn.

Maka Albarn : I really appreciate to your kind of the race, father. That's what I really am after all.

"Somehwere in the mid 2000s"

Dr. Stein : What the heck is this? What's with this trail of Ink doing here in the outskirts of the city? Is this Crona's blood? Something tells me that being a teacher and meister doesn't add up when it comes to inky blackness. I better call Spirit about this and find out that... Huh? Who goes there?

Sammy Lawrence : So...It has come to revealed that you the secrets of Black Blood's secret ingredient. And by the way, that is not the blood of Crona.

Dr. Stein : What? So who are you and what's a man with a cartoon mask doing here in Tokyo?

Sammy Lawrence : I just you the secret passageway to get through like this one here, the capital city of the fart east country. I heard that you were chasing down a witch who turns out to be the doppelganger and I bet that you, sir, are truly an insane mad doctor. It's time for you to be put a on leash.

Dr. Stein : Huh? What are you talking about? [notices that Sammy charges and is about to axe him in the back] No! Don't Stop!

[Sounds of Sammy murdering Franken Stein while screaming in pain]

"Later in the present day..."

[Empty Space Out of Control (Part 2) - Fumie Kumatani]

[the group continues to battle their way through]

[GUN FIRING RAPIDLY]

Ashley : Quickly, activate the shield spell!

Kimial Diehl : Got it! [quickly activates the shield spell to bursts through the robots]

Jacqueline O'Lantern Dupre : Oh great! This is not the opportunity to have this place filled with Eggman Robots.

Ashley : When will Sega ever give up like this? It's already bad enough that compound's technology is becoming alive! And I bet the security system is active!

Kaguya : I hope these bucket of bolts are going to be scrap metal! They wanna mess with us, we'll mess with them up! Time to take out the trash! [Attacks another Egg Gunner Directly]

Ashley : Time crash through these litter bugs and rendezvous to the extraction point!

Kimial Diehl : This place wasn't like this since we got here, no wonder the reason that the mad doctor himself has capable putting his robots as his watchdogs, not that it's like we're doing a spy movie or anything.

Ashley : No kidding!

Kimial Diehl : Hammer through it, ash!

[Binary Domain OST : Seawall Slide]

Ashley : [her hair turns white] Now then, let's give the doctor a taste of his own medicine. Hocus pocus! [does her magic on the Egg Gunners, causing them to each other] Now let's give them a real fight of their lives!

Penny Crygor (via communicator) : Watch out, guys! It's one of the big ones that with hammers!

Ashley : Umm, hammers?

[BOOM!]

[the group stops running as they are surrounded by a horde of Egg Hammers]

Egg Hammers : [with Russian accent] You four! You won't get past us with our might of strength and delicate hammers of ours!

Heavy Egg Hammer : [with Russian Accent] We will squash you like bugs!

Jacqueline O'Lantern Dupre : Oh crap! It's those Robots with hammer guys from between 2003 and 2004! I mean, those robots with hammer guys from Sonic's world.

Egg Hammer A : [with Russian accent] And from Rush!

Kimial Diehl : Didn't rush came out after Shadow's game!?

Egg Hammer B : [with English Accent] Kind of.

Kimial Diehl : Oh, that makes sense.

Egg Hammer A : [With Russian Accent] What's wrong, girly? You got nothing to hold back dearly?

Egg Hammer B : [With English Accent] We'll have to make you turn into burger patties with a side of fries!!

Ashley : Keep talking while you can, cause I'm gonna put you guys on the scrap heap, you usesless heaps of metal.

Egg Hammers : [looks at each other in confusion, and then starts laughing]

Heavy Egg Hammer : [With Russian Accent] Oh yeah, little girl?! Who are you going to stop me! There's only us and there's four of you, you are really outnumbered, little girl!

Jacqueline O'Lantern Dupre : Hope we don't mind giving you a little oil change, Cause I will unleash my fire magic to dispose of you tin cans with hammers!

??? : That's enough! Hammers. Put down your weapons, I've got a deal with this one. So it seems that they managed to enter the compound when this place was closed down in the Ohkuboverse for 1000 years. How convenient for a bunch of girls that wandered off here.

Ashley : [notices something] Hey, there's a scythe between those hammer robots, is it Shinigami this time?

Kimial Diehl : Whoever it is. I do not like the sound of it. I bet it's someone that isn't a friendly person.

Kaguya : Okay, I've seen this way much cooler than those bad guy leader tropes online.

Penny Crygor (via communicator) : I'm picking up alot of readings going on, something tells me that there is someone in the compound that is supposed to be guarding here. From the looks, I don't think this one isn't Shinra's son, or his other grandson.

??? : Hammers, line up. Side by side [The Egg Hammers line up side by side, all they can see is Metal Sonic's eyes glowing in the dark] You must be the detective of Witchkind. I've been looking for you two.

Kimial Diehl : [starts freaking out] Holy CRAAAAAAAAAAA-

[TV GLITCHING]

"TRANSMISSION INTERRUPTED"

~ Thirtieth Scene : The Reaper From Mobius Pt.1 ~

[docnomore]

I fell asleep last night around 10 PM. Mrs. Doc woke me a few minutes after midnight with chest pain, tightness of the throat and numbness of the left arm. She wasn’t sure what to do. The nearest ambulance is roughly 35 minutes away. I woke our son and convinced her we should go to the ER. The hospital is roughly 25 minutes away. I didn’t call for an ambulance and instead, drove her/ us. I passed three law officers: 2 Sheriff’s Deputies and one city police car. I also drove up on a 3rd Deputy. When I say I passed them, I mean I was doing about 75 MPH inna 35 MPH zone - and no one thought to give chase. I honestly hoped to get pulled over so they could give her a ride legally going at speed and use their radio to call in their pending arrival. That did not happen. Still, I yielded for red lights and then got us back up to speed.

The EKG, what I needed to see, showed she was having PVC’s (PreVentricular Contractions). Normally, it feels like your heart is pounding or “skipping a beat”. The Sarcoidosis in the lungs and surrounding tissues triggered her asthma. I can’t hear when she’s wheezing. The asthma and irritation of the Pericardium made her chest hurt. I struggled to find a pulse on her and when i could, it was weak, rapid and thready. Thus, my reviving my days of ambulance and race car driving.

We were in the ER a little over 4 hours. It was the usual work up: EKG, Pulse Oximeter, chest X-Ray, cardiac enzymes (twice), and a breathing treatment and then shown the door. We arrived home at 4:30. The morning alarm clock went off at 5. We worked and at the end of business, I went outside and worked until 7 PM. It’s almost 10 now and I’m about ready to sleep. Been a long day. Wondering if I can find for a reasonable price, an EKG unit I can keep at the house. As we get older, our health issues get more complicated and our health declines. The city has cameras at the stop lights. Blow through a red light and it’s a $158 fine. I blew through three or four. Having an EKG unit at the house could save us money in the bigger picture. Given the lack of response by law enforcement and those cameras, I’m more than a little disappointed and frustrated. In my anti authority mind, they neither protect or serve. They are there only to harass at will and increase government coffers. I’m tired.