#correspondences with: Rev

[msmc-796-official]

-I managed to finally contact the HRA division with me to stop firing at your people. For the love of Christ-the-Buddha get your asshole commander away from me she won't stop screaming slurs in languages I don't understand at me over the comms channel we're stuck in

Who in the-?! Oh, wait, shit, that's right, I forgot you were still awake in there. Christ-the-Buddha Almighty, that scared me.

Are you sure that's still Kennedi screaming? She (or, rather, her unconscious - and hopefully not lifeless - body) and her molten wreck of a Caliban have been with us at MSMC-148's drop site for like two hours now, waiting for pickup. Slipshod managed to pry your casket outta that slag heap you used to call a Genghis Mk. 1 and get you connected to a "life support" of sorts on one of their backup generators, but if you can still hear Kennedi's voice screaming bloody murder at you, then your systems might be fried worse than we thought. (No clue if that sort of thing is fixable or not...)

Hopefully the Albatross will be here soon. Our distress beacon is still up and running, and they should more than have our coordinates by now. We'll all be out of here soon. (I hope.)

-- Angel

[florbelles]

ECCE VENIT. LYRA FAIRBANKS-SEED. 

rev vi:x. they called out in a loud voice, “how long until you judge the inhabitants of the earth and avenge our blood?” 

was blessed with this completely devastating piece by the always incomparable @delicateweapon of my darling dearest world ender. nika, i cannot thank you enough for always going above & beyond the concepts i take to you and bringing them to life. i absolutely cannot recommend working with nika enough, and her beautiful work speaks for itself. <3

[orangeocelotmartyn]

Martyn raids Ren after revealing he’d accidentally not replied to him and Ren is Dramatic about it.

I cut out a lot of dead air (read: all of the moments of Ren waiting for his sounds to end) to trim this down, and the transcription is under the cut:

Martyn: We should go um, raid, uhm...actually, my boy Ren-Diggity-Dawg's on. Let's go raid Ren. Ren-Diggity-Dawg. Actually I got a message the other day from Ren that I still need to reply to, I just, I saw it before I went live...today, and I was like, ''oop, don't know how that one slipped past me." Is it RenDogTV? It is, right, sweet! Uh, right, enjoy Ren's stream--

Ren: Welcome to all the Marteens, that have arrived in the chat. Martyn, bro. You and--listen. You and me need to have words, Martyn. (three seconds of silence) You know what, cut the music. Cut the music, this is-this is getting serious business now. Zoom in a little bit for dramatic effect. (five seconds of silence)

Ren: Martyn. Bro. (two seconds of silence) I-Why you do me dirty, bro? Eh? What's up? Why you do me dirty like this, bro? (deep inhale) Dear viewers, let me tell you a story. A few days ago. Approximately--you know what, give me one moment, Imma figure out exactly how many days ago. I'm gonna rub the salt in this wound. Mm-mm-mm.

Ren: We're gonna-we're gonna cook this one. Let's see, the twentieth. That's four days ago. Approximately four days ago, I sent a message to Mister Marteen. An important message. A message from the heart. What do I get in return, from Mister Marteen? Crickets. Crickets.

Ren: Give me one second, I need to find a cricket noise. I-I'm not as professional as Martyn, you see. Martyn's got instant access to sound effects because he's a professional. And uh, broadcasting genius. I am uh, you know. A little bit more amateur. Give me one second, guys, I gotta log into Epidemic Sound and everything. It's gonna take a while. Can't remember my password. (keyboard clicking, deep inhale, laughs) Okay, here we go. (keyboard clicking)

(soft cricket noises that sound almost like a fire alarm in the distance play for ten seconds, uninterrupted. In the actual video, this sound plays for twenty-one seconds)

Ren: This is quite a long sample guys, it's two minutes long. Sorry about that. (cricket noises for thirteen seconds. In the actual stream this clip was thirty-five seconds long, and he turned the sound of the crickets up to be louder)

Ren: It's only halfway, guys, you still-still got a while to go. (cricket noises for twelve seconds. In the actual stream this clip was twenty-three seconds long. He then pauses the crickets for four seconds, zooms in on his cubito)

Ren: Pause for dramatic effect. (he starts the crickets again for thirty-five seconds [the full time here and in-stream] before pausing it again)

Ren: That is all I have to say about this matter. Thanks for the raid, Martyn. W-welcome everybody. You joined us right at the start of a trial chamber run. (four seconds of silence, then a fond laugh) And as an update, t-to Marteen-gate. I have received a reply! Hold on, I gotta find another sound effect real quick, one second. One second guys, uh, (keyboard clicking, then the sound of scattered applause and indistinct voices for thirteen seconds)

Ren: I have received a reply from Marteen! (the clip is still going, just indistinct voices) This-this sample is not working for me. (a clip of a motorcycle revving begins to play instead) (flustered laughing) That's n-that sample is not working for me either. Wait, I've got a sample on the stream deck! (applause begins, including happy yelling) I received a reply! (the sample continues to play) (Ren singing) Joy to the world / Marteen has replied! / He has finally / Replied! (deeper voice) After four days. (laughter, normal voice) Thank you for the reply, Marteen. I am very excited. We shall, uh, continue our correspondence, digitally. Upon another platform (laughing under his breath)

Ren: --X-Fandom is here with a gifted sub to Marteen! Ya weren't even subbed?! (silence for four seconds, then decisive keyboard clicking. Then the sound of a cat yowling, which is swiftly replaced by a baby crying for seven seconds, uninterrupted. In the actual stream it is twenty seconds long.) It's quite a long sample, too. Sorry guys. (In the actual clip, the baby continues crying for ten seconds uninterrupted, before Ren laughs over the baby crying, and then pauses it, while this video has only one second pause between baby crying and Ren's laughter) Oh, goodness gracious, I'm having too much fun.

[todaysdocument]

Letter from the National American Women Suffrage Association to Senator Charles Dick

Record Group 46: Records of the U.S. SenateSeries: Petitions and Related Documents That Were Presented, Read, or TabledFile Unit: Petitions and Memorials, Resolutions of State Legislatures, and Related Documents Which Were Tabled

[handwritten] Harriet Taylor Upton

National American Woman Suffrage Association.

MEMBER NATIONAL COUNCIL OF WOMEN.

Honorary President, Susan B. Anthony, 17 Madison Street, Rochester, N.Y.

[handwritten] 4

President, REV. ANNA HOWARD SHAW,

7443 Devon Street, Mt. Airy, Philadelphia, Pa.

Vice President at Large, CARRIE CHAPMAN CATT,

205 West 57th Street, New York City.

Corresponding Secretary, KATE M. GORDON,

1800 Pyrtania Street, New Orleans, La.

Recording Secretary, ALICE STONE BLACKWELL, 3 Park Street, Boston Mass.

Treasurer, HAPRIET TAYLOR UPTON [handwritten circle around name], Warren, Ohio.

Auditors {LAURA CLAY, Lexington, Ky.

CORA SMITH EATON, M.D., Masonic Temple, Minneapolis, Minn.

National Press Committee, ELNORA M. BABCOCK, Dunkirk, N.Y.

NATIONAL HEADQUARTERS, WARREN, OHIO. Nov. 17, 1904.

[stamp/seal partially illegible]

...grahical

UNION LABEL 2

...

Hon. Chas. Dick,

Akron, Ohio.

My dear sir;-

Well, now that the election is over and that

it was as much of a surprise to you as to any of us laymen,

I hope you can and will give your attention to a matter

about which I am writing. Please use our influence to have

the [begin handwritten underline] Territorial Committee strike out either the word sex [end handwritten underline]

in the clause of the Statehood Bill which classes women with

criminals and lunatics, or the whole paragraph. Some people

say if the word sex is stricken out it will foce the Ter

-ritories to consider the question of woman suffrage. Of

course I should not mourn if this were done, but I am not

asking the Territorial Committee to do anything so radical.

Territories have been admitted in the past without any such

clause, and, although it is true that we are politically

classed just this way, somehow it looks a little worse when

we see it in black and white. It is wonderful how stirred

up the conservative women, the club women, woman of missio-

ary societies and all that are over this action. I know

that if you reply to me that you will give this matter your

attention, you will do so. I am therefore not sending any

words in pressing you or in presenting any arguments to you.

Nobody knows better than you do that women of the great

southwest deserve something better than this classification.

Most truly yours,

[handwritten signature]

Harriet Taylor Upton

[msmc-796-official]

Ah. I see. So this is the "surprise" you had planned. I should expect nothing less from an AGNI clone.

Angel, Slipshod, we're going to the Baronies. Now. Let upper management know that we'll be out for a while.

And to our friends at @hra-official - is this not the same AGNI which you threatened retaliation against if they did, in fact, cause the THOR-class NHP accosting Jimbo to cascade?

I would suggest you reconsider your current course of action.

-- Lockbreaker

Hey. Normally I don't send serious posts about things, but I've quite a proposition for you - I suspect that a group of mercs will be descending upon me soon, and I'd like to request some of your best Pilots. I'll let you plug my casket into your systems and harvest my entire database.

I had a talk with some old comrades; a lance of the Dawnlight First and Only is coming to pick you up.

[petpippin]

^ㅁ^ things tokyo rev characters do in and out of relationships  ── toman edition!

some cute... some downright foul. 🍊

hakkai, who for the first few months of dating, has the two of you corresponding through letters.

mikey on the other hand, who's suddenly inviting himself everywhere you go. going to the store to buy the most inane thing ever? not without him!

and while mikey's absolutely shameless, chifuyu really just finds himself having business wherever you're going. heading to the mall? great! chifuyu just needs to buy a new pair of uh... socks.

although draken has always been aware of his height advantage, he's only now become aware of how satisfying it is that he's taller than you, specifically. gets a kick out of having to lean down to kiss you.

mitsuya who's suddenly doing everything one-handed. turns out it's incredibly difficult to pin a thread through a needle, when his palm is pressed against yours, fingers interlocked.

often finding himself daydreaming during particularly dreadful toman meetings, sanzu's mind always travels back to you in the end. he can't help but wonder if you're waiting up for him, sat in bed knowing he'll come back to you, sneaking in the bedroom window in the dead of night.

baji who honestly gets weirdly rough with you. not violent, of course, his mom taught him better, but biting is certainly not off the table. neither is clamping his big, warm hand over yours, and squeezing so tight you're shrieking, apparently.

kazutora, who, nicely put, is an absolute maniac. you're honestly put off when he's suddenly tripping you over, pinching at your cheeks, holding you so tightly to his chest that you're actually suffocating. (little do you know it's just 'cause his heart is throbbing because you're so damn cute he can't deal!)

peh-yan has given you the most nauseating embarrassment you've ever suffered.

this mostly comes off the fact that sometimes he's too stupid to actually listen, and will confront full-on strangers! in public! most of the time it comes from a mishearing on his part, which is the cringiest thing ever. even worse when he's with pah, because then he's refusing to back down after! always leads to you getting nasty looks as well.

now kisaki, he's the real stalker. like this one's not even funny, nor cute, he's actually just. a stalker. logs all of your habits and routines, from how you like your tea, to what you position you prefer to sleep in. but you don't need to know that. <3

one thing about hanma is that when he's with you, he is not hanma. he is not shuji, and you know damn well better not to call him any of that 'reaper' bullshit, either. hanma's your baby, and he will exclusively answer to that.

smiley... is a MENACE. this one actually tries to freak you out, like testing you really weirdly. loves to suddenly get all up in your face, try to lick your eyeball and then laugh when you're getting all wound up. (over nothing! he insists.)

angry doesn't need to do all that. he's taking a more romantic route, you see. okay, yes, maybe he's a bit of a starer (nothing kisaki worthy), but if you catch him, he's always got a compliment prepared to throw you off. flusters himself, too.

[arijackz]

PICK A CARD: What Element Do You Embody?

⍎ "The force that unites the elements to become all things is Love, also called Aphrodite; Love brings together dissimilar elements into a unity, to become a composite thing. Love is the same force that human beings find at work in themselves whenever they feel joy, love and peace. Strife, on the other hand, is the force responsible for the dissolution of the one back into its many, the four elements of which it was composed." - Empedocles

Disclaimer: This is a general reading, take what resonates. This is a gender-neutral reading, change any pronouns to apply to you. Also, these elements don't have to correspond with your birth chart.

p1 → p2 ↙︎ p3 → p4

⌾ Pile One ⌾ (4oC rev., 10oS, High Priestess, 6oP)

Your soul’s energetic thumbprint is GODLY. 

But I’m getting ahead of myself, your element is AETHER.

I get the sense that you’ve been sort of incognito for a large chunk of your life. You felt more comfortable being an observer and watching the world unfold before you.

Not out of fear, you’re just naturally curious in a spectating sense rather than interactive. You hear what’s left unsaid, feel people’s suppressed/underlying emotions, and see what others are blind to. The high priestess is all-knowing but keeps the universal truth to herself because she knows not everyone is meant to see what she sees.

You hold a lot of unknown truths, but truths often become burdens. You carry other people’s pain because you know they can’t handle it, often thanklessly. You throw yourself in front of the bus before the other person even realizes there's a threat coming at all. 

The weight you carry on your back would crush the average person. Deny it all you want, but in the cosmic book of life, you’re a modern-day hero in a way.  

It’s like when the older sibling sacrifices themselves to protect their kid siblings from the horrors they’ve had to endure in their family environment. They know they’re the only barrier between the monsters and their loved ones, often sacrificing opportunities and peace of mind to be that protection.

It doesn't have to be this case scenario, but if the situation resonates with you, I see you. The universe sees you. Your valiance and selfless nature deserve songs and praises, never belittle your efforts. 

Okay back to aether, y’all know I love to yap. 

I am heavily getting this silent heroine presence because aether is the antithesis of fire, water, earth, and air. It’s cold because it does not have fire’s warmth, weightless because it is not heavy like earth or water, and immobile because it does not have air’s fluidity. Sounds bad, but it’s fucking AWESOME.

The aether element allows for the other element’s existence. It has no boundaries and fills every corner of life, it is Godly and omnipresent. The word αἰθήρ (aithḗr) in Homeric Greek means "pure, fresh air" or "clear sky".[3] In Greek mythology, it was thought to be the pure essence that the gods breathed, filling the space where they lived, analogous to the air breathed by mortals. 

Aether is essentially empty space that allows for life to be. The movement of our bodies takes place in these empty spaces. I.e. the hollowness of our lungs allows breath, space in the throat causes speech, the heart needs space to contract and pump blood, and so forth. Life could not exist without this empty space.

Since the aether element is subtle yet all-pervading, it is the most spiritual element and is considered a bridge between the earthly realm and the divine. 

Quintessence is also a term that is quite often used for ether as it denotes the “heavenly bodies” present in the universe such as the stars and galaxies.

(A CROW HAS A MESSAGE FOR YOU, GO OUTSIDE)

You have this quiet, subtle, but Godly presence about you just like the aether element. 

Circling back to the silent heroine archetype, to sum up my rambling, aether is out of human perception (like your silent, observant nature) but is the backbone of existence (the power in that very nature).

You’re a bit of an oxymoron. You notice everything, and that forces you to be a bit apathetic because constantly being in fight or flight isn’t good for the body. But on the other hand, you’re extremely empathetic because you understand the world’s suffering more acutely than anyone else. You’re a quiet presence and try not to interfere with other people’s lives but you’re simultaneously the very barrier that stops some people’s lives from crumbling. 

The aether element 🤝 you. TWINNEM

Sidenote: Shoutout to my Shatabhisha natives yet again! Also, if you find this element interesting and want to know more about this dominating energy in your life, I hyperlinked two websites for you that are worth reading. 

And go outside! My window is open and this single crow is SCREAMiNG at me.

Also, you’re smart enough, aim for that challenging degree. 

Okay! MUAH!

Beyond The Breath of Mere Mortals

⌾ Pile Two ⌾ (Ace of Cups, 8oP, Page of Swords)

^^^ You fr

RISE UP MY LIL TSUNAMIS!!!  aka my WATER elements

You’ve definitely been called overly emotional as an insult. Well fuck that person, they wish they had your appeal.

Do you know how crazy you drive people? I imagine you as the person in a movie who the depressed main character meets once at a party, ditches the crowd, goes on an adventure with, and as the sun rises, they look over at you and realize life is worth living. 

Even if you don’t identify as female, you have a strong effeminate allure. Not in a traditional “pink” sense, but in a receptive manner. You stand there and look pretty while the world crawls to you. Adventures seem to rush toward you. 

Your energy colors life; water gives the Earth foliage and growth. Without water, everything in existence is dry, stiff, and lacks the nourishment to evolve.

People feel alive around you, imagine those moss patches that start dry and grey but once they touch water, they get bright green and abundant. 

You color those dry patches in people’s lives. However, many people aren’t used to this intense water dominance. It unbalances them and feels irrational.

Society grooms people to suppress their emotions, so those who embrace their feelings and work to understand them appear juvenile and possibly even threatening. 

The word sensitive or emotional is almost a slur in today's society 😭

But your sensitivity is your power and serves you a great deal of intelligence. Especially with people! This is a very fiery, intense energy. Y’all are my Scorpio/8th house knockouts (check your sidereal chart as well).  

You have a very penetrative presence, you are felt before you are seen, but you will never go unnoticed. You’re a bit obsessive, you want to know everything about everyone.

Favorite color? Childhood horrors? Most shame-ridden secret? Their first celebrity crush? That embarrassing moment in middle school they’d rather die than bring up? The opinion that would get them jumped on twitter.com?

And you’re good at getting these answers out of people. Two minutes with you and people start word-vomiting their entire consciousness onto you. That magnetizes people and in turn, makes them obsessed with you. 

Your energy is very alluring, in the same way, the gentle sway of the ocean lures people in. They are slightly in fear of the emotional hold you have over them. The ocean might soothe or drown them. In the same way, the ocean seduces, your aura has an unpredictable grasp on people. 

I feel like this strong emotional energy took a while to tame, it used to unbalance you. Life had major emotional ups and downs with long days of you feeling like you’re being submerged under water. But just like any skill, you honed it and achieved mental clarity, to wield your emotions to your benefit. 

The water element sends you through hell for you to achieve liberation. Once you fight your biggest demon (yourself and all the torment the mind can conjure), you come out the other side knowing that the worst isn’t strong enough to take you down and nothing will. 

The waves that once drowned you are turning into a weaponized tsunami you command. You have the power to nourish and destroy. 

If you’re not quite there, you’re well on your way. Keep doing what you’re doing, sexy. 

Resist Me If You Can

⌾ Pile Three ⌾ (2oP, 3oC, 8oP)

Welcome my manifesters! We’re talking ‘bout the EARTH element baby!

This is the earthiest earther I know, and Pile 3 get down! Pile 3 dont play!

You work so hard, it’s borderline masochistic 😭

It doesn’t have to be work in a traditional- go to your job and get noticed by the boss- sense, this extends to every corner of life. You’re objective-oriented and do not stray from the mark until the box is checked. 

This can be as simple as having a goal to learn how to whistle by next Sunday. You’ve already marked time out of the week for ten minutes a day to practice, found YouTube instructors, bought chapstick so your lips don’t dry out, and it’s all you can think about until you get that high of accomplishing something.  

Earth is the manifesting element because it's where our thoughts accumulate enough energy to materialize. It's quite a powerful position to be in. One day it's just a dream, and by the next it's reality. 

Well, that's an exaggeration, the earth element is quite slooowwww due to its weight.

It’s the heaviest element because it’s the most long-lasting. Water evaporates, air swiftly changes, and fire burns; only Earth will remain. Anything worthwhile takes time, Rome wasn’t built in a day.

I think you understand this, but you don’t always have the patience for your desires to materialize. If you feel like you aren’t actively making progress on your goal, you tend to juggle multiple projects just to get that rush of achievement we were talking about earlier. 

I’m making an addiction reference because it applies here. This incessant need to reach every goal as soon as you think you should is causing you to over-extend yourself and the stress on the body is throwing you into disharmony. 

Not everyone gets their license at 16. Not everyone moves out of their family’s home at 18. Not everyone has a job straight out of college. Not everyone has their life all figured out…ever. 

Balance is needed. You’re too hyper-focused on deadlines and seeing results, that you’re putting your overall wellbeing on the line. YOU are your most prized possession and need to care for yourself like you’re the shiniest medal on your mantel. 

The “Gullible” card came out, don’t worry, you’re not naive in a trusting way (not that you should be blamed for putting your trust in people anyway). I see it as your goals aren’t rooted in your true self enough and are too influenced by others. 

(Extreme example): You see someone (who has probably been practicing their whole life) play the violin really well at a young age. Now, you’ve made a goal to be as good as them in just a few years; every time you feel like you’re lagging on that deadline, you start berating yourself and feel inferior because you haven’t reached this unrealistic standard you’ve set.

Is this goal a good use of your finite energy? Is this objective authentic to you? Or is this just something that will give you a temporary ego stroke?

I think life is forcing out into a hanged man moment currently. Your perspective needs to switch inward so you can ground all of this powerful energy into something that will actually satisfy you, not just give you a quick high for a moment and then redirect you to your next conquest. 

You want something that will give you pride and fulfillment at your core and the universe wants to give that to you, but you have to know what will make you happy. What gives you inner harmony?

And I don’t mean what you see makes others “happy”. Not a mansion, fame, the newest fashion trends, expensive skin care, etc. I mean the things that bring you joy beyond the physical. 

Think about what made your younger self jump out of bed every morning to experience. What did your soul shine for, before the world shamed it out of you?

You don’t have to know now, but you must be willing to pause and raise the importance of your health and happiness to the same height as your material/skill gains. I know those things make you feel good, but it's temporary, and if you want to achieve lasting happiness you need to achieve harmony with all aspects of your life. Right now, your inner health needs a leg up to balance the scale.

The earth gets stiff and stops evolving without water. Don’t allow yourself to dry up. Give yourself space to go on an inner journey and rest. The universe understands perfection takes time. The planets took billions of years to form, a tree takes decades to reach maturity, and only humans have deluded themselves into thinking results are instantaneous. 

A week of rest is still progress!

P.S The attractive card FLEW out. Your “do or die” energy, though unhealthy at times, is sexy as fuck and you have this magician-type- nothing is impossible for me- allure to you. Green, red, and black make people want to sneak another peak at you. 

"Wait Instead of Push, Root Instead of Reach"

⌾ Pile Four ⌾ (The devil, 10oS, Ace of pentacles, 7oP)

MUY CALIENTE INDEED!!

They don’t call you a hot lil mama for nothin!

You embody the FIRE element. Although, you are quite earthy. This is my most mixed-element pile. Read pile three for sure.

You’re a very proactive person. You have earth’s manifesting qualities and fire’s initiative. You seize opportunities and start goals without hesitation. Very very attractive.

This reading doesn’t have to correlate with your birth chart, but all love to my Sagittarius and Aries folk. Of course, sending a special kiss to the Leos.

You have the same obsessive, hyper-focused tendencies as pile three but I feel like instead of a brief moment of accomplishment, you’re craving glory and the freedom to shine as brightly as you desire. 

In your formative years, you’ve had to dim your light for survival and to escape ridicule. You’ve had to fit into a mold that is much smaller than your true form, stifling your potential. This energy feels very suffocating. Picture a boiling fire covered with a lid. It’s like a false skin has trapped you and cut off your oxygen.

But don’t worry, ever heard of cleansing by fire? The fire element is about purity and rebirth. It burns impurities to get matter back to its rawest, unadulterated form. You will burn that false skin off, to reveal a phoenix underneath, it's all a part of your evolution. 

Fire ignites instantaneously but can burn out just as quickly. You suffer from exhaustion a lot of the time. This is where the earth energy meets the fire. You have a longer refractory period than usual fire personalities because of the heaviness of the earth element. 

You’re like an engine sitting outside in the winter. Give it twenty minutes to warm up and get its groove but once it does, OOHHH BOOYYY, WE’RE ROLLIN’!

You have earth’s slowness and need for perfection, so you take longer to complete tasks and may even be a late bloomer.

I feel like you crave the spotlight, not necessarily fame, but recognition on some scale. You have always subconsciously known that your flame was being smothered and that you had not seen that full extent of you.  Your subconscious brought this to your attention with desires to be seen.

Some of you want to be recognized for your talents, beloved for your beauty, admired for your wit, favored for your charm, hell all of the above!

And you deserve it! You desire these things because your soul is trying to tell you something. You are meant to be seen.

I sense a lot of fear in this pile. Fire energy is very headstrong and likes to race to the finish line (the hare). Earth energy is contemplative and likes to play the long game (the tortoise). The two conflicting energies can create some paralyzing doubt in your psyche. One side thinks the other is irrational.

Do I stay or do I go? Can I even trust myself to make a decision I might regret?

Yes, you can! You have to, there is one thing that fire and earth can agree on, it's their shared annoyance with stagnation. Go for it babe, you miss all the shots you don’t make, all choices lead forward (which is where you need to go).

I’m telling you, anything you want you will get, just don’t be afraid to burn that false skin off. 

Find a median for the two energies. Dream big and have the self-assurance to go for it, but methodically plan out all your adventures so that earthy need for a stable foundation is satisfied. 

A vision board with ideas of ways to achieve these dreams will help pull your thoughts into the physical and be a great step to giving you the confidence to move forward.

Because I promise you, once you get going, there will be no stopping you.

Note: I think “You’re afraid of being seen” videos on YouTube will be great for rewiring your fear-based thinking. Confidence affirmations are a great addition to your day too. Oh, and please read pile three, there are some messages in there for you. 

"Have a Love Affair With The Sun"

If you enjoyed this reading feel free to check out my masterlist and poke around. I feel a lot of these pacs are connected, so go find yourself in other readings!

I don't bite I swear, book a reading with me if you feel inclined <3

[msmc-796-official]

i think youll enjoy the fight ive set up for your little fleshlings

:]

May the best Lancer win.

-- Lockbreaker

[msmc-796-official]

Excellent; we'll have those measurements over shortly. Thank you for your assistance - there's no way we were gonna let Kennedi wake up and have the first thing she sees be a shitty old-stock prosthetic where her arm used to be. We'll make sure to let her know exactly who built it, and why we felt her "old" one was hot shit.

hi, yeah, sorry to interrupt the sentimental moment, but one more request - put a flame pattern on it. two reasons - a) it would be funny, and b) Kennedi has a thing about memorializing big events. it feels right to commemorate the occasion by reminding the world exactly who punched a hole through a raging worldkiller and lived to tell the tale

-- Angel & Slipshod

+ Design Ideas

+ It might be a reach, but I have a final due soon; I need ideas/requests for accomodations for various injuries, disabilities, or otherwise impairments pilots are forced to grapple with, both on and off the field.

+ Is there something you have/need done to suit your specific needs?

+ My Tutor reasoned a good final exam would be a portfolio of designs that actually help people. I only became an engineer after the prosthetic hands my homeworld provided became more trouble than help. I designed my own hands for my own needs (then added two more, because it looks sick). Then I designed my own TTS interface for both my personal PDA and my frame's cockpit, allowing me (born mute) to better communicate with peers. As for others, I've designed various orthopedic braces for pilots used to different degrees of gravity or who struggle to ambulate outside of the cockpit, streamlined the design of the traditional electrolarynx, outfitted different types of hardsuits for pilots with varying body types (i.e. our friends with biomods), and more.

+ I know that my work may be a bit redundant in various circles, but where I live, and where I come from- not everything can be erased by implants or augments.

[onlyseokmins]

biker!wonwoo who revs his motorcycle's engine at 3am every. single. morning. in the new apartment complex you moved into.

it's a sputtering annoyance, pain in the ass, and a total nemesis for you who has to wake up at 5am for work. you thought moving closer to the city and lessening the commute would allow for more sleep but you were sorely mistaken.

but you can't move out because this is only a recent thing! everything was fine and dandy for a whole month and you cannot believe you were duped like this.

so, after the third week of being woken up by an engine rather than your alarm two hours later and occasionally missing your phone going off altogether once you fell back asleep again - you decide to do something about it.

after getting home from work, you stomp over and knock on the door that corresponds to the motorcycle parked outside it before you lose your nerve. there's no answer and wonwoo, the owner himself, darkly watches the way you play with your jewelry nervously while waiting on the porch from his smartphone.

"who's that pretty thing?" vernon teases, leering over the man's shoulder only to laugh and walk away when the older man flips him off, middle finger's black nail polish all chipped.

a couple hours later, he leaves the rowdy bar with a smirk still on his face after having watched you flounce away - but not without slapping a hand resolutely on his door one last time. strolling up to his building, hands tucked deep in the pockets of his leather jacket, wonwoo's tongue pokes his cheek playfully at the bright yellow sticky note left behind.

"I figured you might be asleep given how late you're out and about at night. however, I ask if you could please try to be more considerate of your neighbors sleeping - kindest regards :) "

he hangs it on his empty fridge.

and you think it worked. it's been nice and quiet at night, able to wake up significantly well-rested and in a better mood. even your coworker seungkwan is surprised when you don't snap at him for talking about his third kid on the way.

until two weeks later and you're awoken rather rudely not just by one revving motorcycle - but many. repeatedly. and you're shocked you're the only one annoyed by the unnecessary interruption and looking worse for wear from the lack of sleep.

on friday, you're prepared. even though you worked all day, you watched one of your favorite kickass dramas just for the moment at 3am when you heard the engine fire up. flying outside, you point accusingly at the dark figure throwing a leg over the bike to straddle it.

"wow, was it too hard for you to be quiet?!"

wonwoo's head flies around, thankful he actually put his contacts in tonight - yes, he sometimes rides without them but shh, don't tell anyone - because he can take in your appearance rather than whatever you're saying about how he should buy a new motorcycle.

you had been in bed like a normal person so of course you were wearing a comfy t-shirt and very obviously - no bra. wonwoo's throat dries up despite his drooling, noting your bare legs for free viewing before he tosses back, "aren't ya bein' the loud one, sugar?"

with that, he's quick to use the heel of his boot to flip up the kickstand and drive away when you angrily turn around at his condescending tone. the sneak peak of black lace - of all things - when your shirt rides up causing him to harshly grip the handlebars and try not to veer off the road. but not without glancing in the mirrors to sure you make it back inside safely.

wonwoo apologizes to you in the morning.

you think nothing of the man with messy bangs and thick glasses standing outside. not until the smell of motor oil hits your nose when you open the door, a familiar leather jacket matching the material of the fingerless gloves that cautiously wave hello, and the low drawl of "hey sugar, sorry 'bout last night. and the nights before that i s'ppose."

ofc you're highly tempted to slam the door in his face but kevlar boots hold it ajar while he smirks. "Our side of the city can get a little dangerous even with our territory expandin'. don'tcha think it's best to stay in my good graces?"

he thinks it's a shame that no one told a sweet thing like you about the dangerous stand-off between rival gangs in the area. your family had warned you about the motorcycle riders but most outside the city believed them to be an urban legend. but no, here you are in the middle of the crossfire and likely pissed off one of the big guns.

but wonwoo's actually quite fond of you. you slowly learn this and how dangerous he is after he begrudgingly takes you to see his leader - shooing nosy vernon who is hoverig. you're searching for your darn landlord to try and haggle a way to move out. somewhere safer.

"sweetheart, the safest you'll ever be is by jeon's side," seungcheol laughs with smoke billowing out of his mouth and you honestly think he's just fucking with you. "there's a target on your back and they already know what you look like."

well, shit.

"oh and don't bother about your landlord, my men wiped that bastard's existence off the streets for scammin' my boys... and people like you, i guess."

and so here you are and here you stay. surprisingly wonwoo doesn't push himself on you. instead, he exists like a stoic and quiet guard dog that lurks in the background that you just keep around. offering the smallest of smiles whenever you toss him a bone of attention that has your heart thumping and your gut twisting.

he hangs around the complex a lot more often, driving his bike a tad less which leads to a reduction in noise pollution and more sleep. though you start picking up the unforgettable hum of its engine whenever he casually shows up, close enough to watch over you getting off work but putting enough distance out of respect and to not rouse the rival gang's suspicion or intentions.

"besides," he tries to explain in a lazy drawl one night when you tentatively offer a beer and sit with him on your porch to ask. "you'd need to learn how to ride my bike and you have to get comfortable 'nough 'round me first to do that."

little do you both realize how wrapped around his finger - the physical one you just finished applying a fresh coat of black paint to - you are and vice versa.

you've lowered his high walls with your kind but spitfire nature and keeping his fridge filled with proper food/drinks and littered with more sticky notes. and he's pried open yours. not just with the fingers you'd disinfected, bandaged, and kissed easing gently in the wet heat between your legs that he has dreamt of since that fateful night and memorizing which spots make you moan the loudest. but also the quiet man who prefers the company of books rather than the fist fighting brawls he's always having to assist his gang brothers in.

but they are also his family, bonds forged by the blood spilled together rather than what runs in their veins. You can respect that, hands running across part of the gang symbol tattoo on his shoulder that will eventually reflect the back of his leather jacket - a matching one in the works for you, courtesy of seungcheol's partner.

you'd asked when he would get the rest of the elaborate design finished and he promises - with a kiss to your forehead and the dingy ring he'd given you (that's really a key ring twisted into a more flattering shape to fit your finger) - he would after saving up for few more years. lowkey, you still feel bad for yelling at him to buy a new motorcycle when he's so hard on money. by now, you've gotten used to the sound of the engine and the ride - of both the vehicle and the man.

for now, wonwoo is more than content with just your nails marking up his back instead and the warmth of your cheek pressed against it when he zooms through the city. although for his birthday, you put in a few extra hours and surprise him with a new bike - one that's engine roars obnoxiously loud!

yeah, he's completely in love with you and makes sure to baptize it with a mixture of your arousal and a couple cumstains that very night you gift it to him. the spot under the bridge, near the library that only you and him know about.

"when i first saw you all dressed up so cutely like you were going to sunday brunch with those bingo grannies, i thought there was no way you'd stick and stay around. but fuck, now you're all mine, huh sugar? never gonna leave me. under all those pretty layers is nothing but my sweet, desperate cockslut. hm, what on earth father joshua think of you spreading your legs and letting me bend you over my bike all the time? should i let you go to service next sunday with my cum soaking your panties and dripping down your legs?"

[viric-dreams]

Nite's been expanding his social circle beyond the LoN revs since coming to London. Notably, his acquaintance with @paintandpensandyarn's Myfanwy, an expert on the correspondence (knowledge he absolutely does not need to know for explosives-related purposes). And he knows exactly whom to ask when the sigils start to make too much sense...

Pictured: a man clearly not about to learn anything surprising about himself.

[transgenderer]

this baumgarten idea, that good art is, while clear, fundamentally anti-analytic, its about bringing sensations or ideas together in a way that they cant be pulled apart, that the bringing-together-of-partially-unlike is the essence of art, is really revving me up. i think this is what makes spec fic so appealing to me? in the world we live in, things pull apart in particular ways. some things can be separated from each other, and other things cant (sharpness cannot be pulled from the knife). but in spec fic, you can imagine a world where the sets of things that can be pulled apart are different. a world where certain actions or objects interact with multiple things at once, in a way that no real object interacts with all those things at once

and the worst understandings of spec fic are those that claim one of these different-irreducibilites corresponds to one of our world's irreducibilities, the crudeness of the "allegory", the "symbol", where an entity in the imagined world has all the same strings coming off it as an entity in ours. not all graphs are isomorphic!

[msmc-796-official]

Wait, wait, hold up - Fireman used to be your co-pilot? How are you still alive???

Well, I suppose the whole "nonfunctional legs" bit explains a lot about how that ended. My question now is how the hell Fireman managed to snag a cushy Genghis-sized mansion in the Baronies after all that, though I suppose the KTB and HA do butt heads a lot. Can't imagine it would be too hard for a cascading "refugee" to hole up in enemy-of-my-enemy territory and lay low for a bit...

No shit Union's upset at you. We already tried taking care of Fireman (or, rather, Kennedi did), and all that got us was a month-long probation, a telling-off by the Albatross, and an almost-dead squad commander. All Fireman lost in that exchange was their Worldkiller, and they've already transferred into an upgraded backup by now. Don't need anyone else getting killed over a petty revenge plot around here.

-- Angel

"no, sharko, your toku shouldn't be overheating just sitting in the garage !!!!" uh, WRONG

that's called PREEMPTIVE COMBAT READINESS and i, the ultimate nuclear cavalier, will NOT be caught off guard.

[spnscripthunt-inactive]

Star Trek: The Original Series scripts

Season 1:

1.00 The Cage (Secretarial & Roddenberry copies, Know It All Joe)

1.01 The Man Trap (Final Draft, Roddenberry Vault)

1.02 Charlie X (Unspecified Draft, TV Writing)

1.03 Where No Man Has Gone Before (Synopsis, Roddenberry Vault; Final Revised Draft, TV Writing)

1.08 What Are Little Girls Made Of (Revised Final Draft, TV Writing)

1.09 The Menagerie (Rev. 11/20/64, Roddenberry Vault)

1.10 The Corbomite Maneuver (Second Revised Final Draft, TV Writing)

1.16 The Galileo Seven (Final Draft, Roddenberry Vault)

1.20 Court Martial (Studio Notes, Roddenberry Vault)

1.28 The City on the Edge of Forever (Correspondence, Roddenberry Vault; Writer's Work Draft & Shooting Script, Know It All Joe)

Season 2:

2.01 Amok Time (Rev. 6/7/67, TV Writing)

2.03 The Changeling (Story Outline, Roddenberry Vault)

2.10 Journey to Babel (Revised Final Draft, Roddenberry Vault)

2.15 The Trouble With Tribbles (Story Outline, Roddenberry Vault; Revised Final Draft, TV Writing)

2.21 Patterns of Force (Shooting Schedule, Roddenberry Vault)

2.25 Bread and Circuses [The Expatriots] (Story Outline, Roddenberry Vault)

Season 3:

3.07 Day of the Dove (Received 8/2/68, Roddenberry Vault)

3.10 Plato's Stepchildren (Second & Third Drafts, Roddenberry Vault)

3.14 Whom Gods Destroy (First Draft, Roddenberry Vault)

3.15 Let That Be Your Last Battlefield (de Forest Research, Acts 1-3, Roddenberry Vault)

3.20 The Way to Eden (Rev. 11/21/68, Roddenberry Vault)

Films:

Star Trek: The Motion Picture (1979)

Shooting Script 7/19/78, Roddenberry Vault

Star Trek II: The Wrath of Khan (1982)

Revised Final Draft 1/18/82, Roddenberry Vault

Star Trek III: The Search For Spock (1984)

Correspondence: Roddenberry & Schoenbrun, Roddenberry Vault

Correspondence: Roddenberry & Nimoy, Roddenberry Vault

Correspondence: Roddenberry & Bennett, Roddenberry Vault

Star Trek IV: The Voyage Home (1986)

Outline by Gene Roddenberry, Roddenberry Vault

Star Trek V: The Final Frontier (1989)

Star Trek VI: The Undiscovered Country (1991)

Fifth Draft (3rd Green Revisions), MZP-TV

Star Trek Generations (1994)

"The Movie" 10/01/93, MZP-TV

Final Draft 10/14/94, Script Slug

[scotianostra]

On the 3rd October 1721 The Rev. John Skinner, author of "Tullochgorum", described by Robert Burns as “the best Scotch song ever Scotland saw” was born at Balfour, Aberdeenshire.

I always like when the Reverend Skinner pops up as it gives me an excuse to post one of my favourite old Scottish songs, and tell the story about it.

The tune Tullochgorum had been around for a long time before one day John Skinner was visiting one of his parishioners, a Mrs Montgomery in the town of Ellon near Aberdeen, the conversation over dinner must be just like conversations nowadays, as it had turned to politics in order to turn the chat away from this heated debate Mrs Montgomery suggested the good Reverend should write a wee song, and further put to him it should be to the old fiddle tune ‘The Reel o’ Tullochgorum ’

And gie’s a song, the lady cry’d, and lay your disputes a’ aside

What signifies’t for folks to chide for what was done before them

Let Whig and Tory a’ agree

Whig and Tory, Whig and Tory

Whig and Tory a’ agree to drop their Whig-malorum

Let Whig and Tory all agree to spend the night in mirth and glee

And cheerful sing alang wi’ me the Reel o’ Tullochgorum

O Tullochgorum’s my delight, it gars us a’ in ane unite

And ony sumph that keeps up spite, in conscience I abhor him

For blythe and merry we’ll be a’

Blythe and merry, blythe and merry

Blythe and merry we’ll be a’, and make a happy quorum

For blythe and merry we’ll be a’ as lang as we hae breath tae draw

And dance till we be like to fa’, the Reel o’ Tullochgorum

What needs there be sae great a fraise like dringing dull Italian lays

I wadna gie our ain strathspeys for half a hunder score o’ them

They’re dowf and dowie at the best

Dowf and dowie, dowf and dowie

Dowf and dowie at the best wi’ a’ their variorum

They’re dowf and dowie at the best, their allegros and a’ the rest

They canna please a Highland taste compar’d wi’ Tullochgorum

May choicest blessings aye attend each honest open-hearted friend

And calm and quiet be his end, and a’ that’s good watch o'er him

May peace and plenty be his lot

Peace and plenty, peace and plenty

Peace and plenty be his lot, and dainties a great store o’ them

May peace and plenty be his lot unstain’d by ony vicious plot

And may he never want a groat that’s fond o’ Tullochgorum.

A wee bit more about Skinner himself, originally a presbyterian minister he had abandoned that in favour of Episcopalian, at this time the Jacobite uprising was gathering pace and, although Skinner was no Jacobite, he was caught up in the movement and accused of the “crime” as it was. It got so bad for the poor reverend that his Chapel was one of those that were burnt by ‘The Campbells’; the soldiers of the ruthless ‘Butcher’ Cumberland, egged on by the same local persecutor Skinner lampooned in his sermons. In 1753, Skinner was jailed also in Aberdeen for six months for the offence of ministering to a gathering of more than four people. Skinner used to officiate to his own family within his house, while the people stood outside and listened through the open windows, he was a very popular guy!

So as well as a minister and a poet/songwriter Skinner also took to history, in 1788, he published his ‘Ecclesiastical History of Scotland’. This was a detailed account of the affairs of the Episcopal Church, from the time of the Reformation up to the death of Charles Stuart. Skinner dedicated this work to his son. He was also asked by Bishop Gleig to contribute to the ‘Encyclopaedia Britannica’, which he did with materials on ‘The Origin of Language’, ‘Episcopacy’ and ‘The Wisdom of the Egyptians’.

The poet Robert Burns was a big fan of Skinner’s work, and when, in the late 1780’s the Ayrshire bard was in Aberdeenshire he passed close to Skinners home, only finding out afterwards. The two began corresponding with each other and Burns included three of Skinners poems in his collection Johnston’s Miscellany’, this included Tullochgorum, Burns told Skinner his letter was, “by far the finest poetic compliment I ever got in plain dull prose.”

In latter life, Skinner was presented with the ‘Freedom of the City’ of Old Aberdeen. The Reverend John Skinner died in Aberdeen on the 16th of June, 1807, in the house of his son the Bishop, with whom he had been staying. He was buried in the Kirkyard in Longside, where there is a monument erected to his memory.

[msmc-796-official]

Slight addendum to that statement, Jimbo - oh fuck not now - SLIPSHOD! GET OUTTA THERE!

[TRANSMISSION DISRUPTED; UNSTABLE CONNECTION]

[CONNECTION REESTABLISHED - RESUMING TRANSMISSION]

-orry about that, our ceasefire request hasn't patched through to the HRA folks yet and we're trying to get what's left of Kennedi's slagged Caliban out of the danger zone. MSMC-148 got out okay - one of their mechs got lit on fire, but they'll be fine (their squad has a Lancaster) - but the rest of us got hit pretty good trying to stop Kennedi from barreling in there unprotected.

I'm mostly okay (a few singed manipulators, a fried secondary targeting system, nothing too bad) and Slipshod is on fire again (this is normal), but Kennedi got the full force of her charged D/D 288 blasted back at her via FURIOSA discharge and basically cored both herself and the Genghis out in one go. Neither of them look good right now; as far as I know the AGNI is still alive in there (I've requested they get picked up by Albatross too, since their own distress systems are burnt to a crisp), but Kennedi might not be.

Hopefully our distress signal reaches the Albatross; we don't have access to full life support systems, and since we don't have Control out here with us (Kennedi went behind their backs for this - it's a long story) we might just be shit outta luck.

Good to hear you and Arthur are getting along; sorry that this went as far as it did. Here's hoping we all make it out alive.

-- Angel

ive been talking with Arthur over the Commodore 64 i hooked him up to and hes a pretty cool guy honestly, sure i had to have him watch that Our House, In the Middle Of Our House video on loop for about a day and a half but he eventually calmed down, might make him a part of the PR team also im one upping this prank or whatever Fireman was trying to pull in several business days