#except not a traitor like cypher

[prophetictattoo]

was working on sims for another post and somehow tripped and fell into making another sim for my matrix crew instead of working on that post

[fanfiction-artist-prototype]

Yuuga being revealed as the traitor instead of wash and having to suffer the really harsh consequences?

Izuku getting dragged into it too, because his quirk?

Also after wash gets revealed the hatsumes are unter suspicion because they created wash so no one let's them around stuff right now?

Also because I took a nap that was too long I'm tired so this is the last ill do just for you

OKAY SO SO THIS IS THE CLUSTERFUCK AU YEAH??

THE AU WHERE YUUGA IS ALSO AFO'S BIOLOGICAL CHILD AND MIDORIYA AND TODOROKI ARE KNOWN TO BE HIS STEP SIBLINGS??

BECAUSE WHOO FUKING BOY BLOU THIS IS EVIL!

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1) Because of how the Clusterfuck Au *works* there isn't any great Shigaraki v Deku fight so the reveal comes out of completely left field and it... isn't actually being a traitor. It's Yuuga emailing his Dad about his life in an attempt to create and real and healthy relationship with him.

But maybe he gets a virus or something breaks so he goes to the support department to ask them to fix it and Powerloader is already *there* so might as well help the student right? Except, Yuuga didn't think to close his emails since there's nothing wrong with them! He's talking to his dad for goodness sake why would he close out of it when it's most likely as simple as opening the settings and playing around a bit.

Except... Powerloader knows what a two way heavy duty encryption and cypher looks like and it's literally written into this kids laptop. Which you know... could be that the kid comes from a well to do family - after all when he helped Yaoyozoru the girl had so many military grade protections simply because of how high in society her family was.

So he fixes the issue and hands the laptop back off to Yuuga before going to take a look at the kids file because he just wants to make sure you know?

Looking up Aoyama Yuuga's file reveals a few things.

1) His quirk doesn't match up with his parents

2) His official medical files claim he's QUIRKLESS

3) Despite the fact he, Todoroki and Midoriya claim to be step siblings NEITHER of his parents have any connection with Midoriya or Todoroki's

4) Yuuga's emergency contacts aren't his parents and are in fact the currently under investigation Washing Hero Wash and another which (when he calls to check out wtf is going on) sends him directly to Shigaraki Tomura's personal phone number.

So Powerloader takes all of this to Nezu and they seize all of Yuuga's devices and basically line up stuff that when he told his 'Father' about stuff at school there were then incidents that took place with the LOV.

Boom, Yuuga is outed as a 'traitor' to UA.

2) He's immediately arrested, and locked temporarily in Tartarus as soon as it's revealed that 'Father' is in fact All For One and then of course, his family come out of the wood work and it gets worse.

People have things to say about throwing a sixteen year old into Tartarus but nobody is louder than Wash and the NUMBER THREE HERO who is apparently this kids older brother!? And then it turns out Endeavour's children are also this boys step siblings??? And it becomes a shit show with half the public being 'well he's probably a villain so lock him up and throw away the key' and the other half going 'with a family that connected to heroes and the dark side of heroes maybe it's possible but also he's a kid!'

3) In UA itself, Izuku and Shotou are immediately shut out of the class dynamic. They're related to Yuuga in some manner and are openly against what's happening to him - obviously. And Bakugou is righ there alongside them but the rest of the class has closed themselves off from them.

How can they trust any of them when it's quite possible that these people are also spilling to the villains as well?

The three have to pull out of UA because the suspicion turns into accusations and distrust VERY quickly and suddenly you've got three prime targets not only for harassment but also as martyrs for villains if anything happens to them.

4) Then Izuku's 'quirk' is revealed not by All Might or Torino or anything, it just ends up getting out from his files because somebody decided to doxx him and wow he was ALSO quirkless and now has a quirk unrelated to either of his parents? It must mean he also got it from All For One!

All Might tries to defend his boy but he gets drowned out, and Izuku gets accused of manipulating the number one hero. Only for it to be revealed that WASH is also his father and Wash recently just came forward and said he was working for All For One because he at least didn't torture children (in relation to Hawks) so now everything is in a even bigger shitshow.

5) The Hatsume family get absolutely DRAGGED through the media mud. Every little issue with their experiments or business' is brought up and over stuffed with false details that it's ridiculous and despite the fact that Nezu knew and had no issue with them because of it, the fact that it was a Hatsume who was in charge of the experimentation that helped create Nezu comes up.

And then people start asking how the fuck Wash was made and they're framed as these evil unethical people despite the fact that any actual look into their research papers and publicly available resources show the complete opposite to what the media is saying about them.

6) All For One had been waiting for his big reveal moment, his big 'ha ha bet you thought I was DEAD didn't you hero society!?' time. But one of his kids (his biological one at that) has been locked up, the others are being turned into social pariahs and now his HUSBAND AND WIVES are being tormented with his parents in law also being subjected to this absolute shit show so the gloves are off.

He comes in with a big bang; blowing up Tartarus style.

They woke up the sleeping dragon.

[futurewriter2000]

Girls play Games, Women don’t. - pt.7

A/N: That took a different turn than I wanted it too. Lmao. I just wanted it to be simple. Why do I complicate it? It’s your fault @sriusxblack​ . I did this for you. And a 50 year old Johnny Depp, just for you, my love. 

XX

You had spent most of your night holding a piece of parchment in your hands, tears streaming down your face as you re-read the lines, over and over again. You memorized it, knew it word by word but each time you read it, it sounded just like him. You could hear his voice in your head, see his bright smile and his darkened skin. 

You pushed the letter to your chest and hugged it tightly. 

“I’m so sorry.” you mumbled, holding it for more than a moment, holding him... holding him close to your heart as you always did until the picture in you head evolved into pleasent dreams. 

---

Everybody knew that you and your best friend haven’t talked anymore. Everybody knew you had a fight with them. There were rumors spreading, saying you hexed her, saying you hit her or worse, cursed her. 

Those were all lies. 

You haven’t touched your best friend but the reputation your family held, your father held... it was hard to believe it. 

Sirius knew you were avoiding him. He didn’t understand why. Last night, you wanted to kiss him and now, you acted as if nothing happened that night. As if the two of you haven’t made a breakthrough.

He kept his eyes on you. You haven’t made one note in your notebook and your eyes- your shimmering eyes weren’t shimmering anymore. 

He heard the rumors. All of them. Even about the nasty ones people spread about him and you. 

He lowered his head, feeling guilt inside his chest cover all of his lungs. He looked back up and you kept scribbling something on the piece of parchment. 

There was a knock. 

Everybody’s heads turned to the door and professor Slughorn came in. His face was worried, concern as well. His hands waved across the air as if he wanted to say something and as he did, he stuttered: “I appologize for interruption. I’d like to speak with Miss (y/l/n).” 

Sinastra nodded and you felt something go from the bottom of your stomach and up to your throat. You swallowed it back down, gahtered your things and left the class without looking at anybody. 

Sirius’ eyes followed you carefully and as they did, like the rest of pair of eyes in the class, they caught a glimpse of headmaster Dumbledore waiting outside. 

--- 

You sat there, playing fith your fingers, drawing them up and down your palms. You didn’t dare to look up his gentle eyes but when you did, you quickly turned away.

You had nothing to hide. You didn’t. 

“Your parents have sent me a letter.” he said.

Your eyes widened.  “My parents?”

“They have resigned you as a student at Hogwarts.” he continued.

You watched him. Where was the joke? There has to be a joke, correct?

“I tried to persist on keeping you until you finish the year but they have insisted and since you are not legal in age, they have the right to do so.”

“BUT I DON’T SUPPORT THIS!” you stood up from your chair, pushing it away. “I graduate in two months!” 

“I wish I could do more. I really do, Miss (y/n).”

You watched him, sitting there, defenseless, useless and everything you felt was rage. “YOU CAN DO MORE! YOU’RE ONE OF THE BEST WIZARDS IN HISTORY!”

“As much as your compliment is appreciated, this is out of my reach.” he paused. “You can always come back to finish it when you become of age.”

“But I am of age!” 

“No. Your parents had applied you to Hogwarts a year early. You seemed to be a prodigy.”

“A PRODIGY?! I fail more test than I can count! I’m having average, even below marks in all subjects-”

“Except Arithmancy.”

“Arithmancy is different. It just makes sense to me. It doesn’t make me a prodigy.”

“It does.” he stood up, walking around his desk. “The assingment your arithmancy professor gave you two weeks ago was a complex numerical chart nobody in history could have ever solved except the creator himself, Septimus Percival Bartholomew.” 

“I don’t understand.”

“He gave you the assignment as a test and you were the only one who failed it.”

“I failed Arithmancy?” you furrowed your eyebrows. “Guess, I should have seen it coming.”

“You failed it by reconstructing the chart and finding the complex code he hid inside.” 

“Meaning?”

“You solved the Bartholomew Cypher.” he smiled. “When I told your parents, they wanted you out of school immediatelly. I do not know of their plan, Miss (Y/l/n)...” he sat on the edge of the desk, facing you. “But wizards all around the world want you.” 

Your jaw dropped but you quickly fixed it, turning around and ruffling your hair. You let out a laugh. “But I’m failing Charms!” you continued to laugh. “I’m barely passing five other subjects. I don’t-”

“Do you know your family history, (y/n)?” 

“Pureblood line, most of them were Aurors, hunters, some of them even studied in dark magic, some abroad-”

“There was an arithmanist, your great grandfather’s grandfather. Four generations.” he sat silent for a while. “Great man, gifted in Arithmancy and a close, very close friend of Barthmolomew. He had created something... something much darker than the black magic presents to be and used Bartholomew’s Cypher to lock it away.” he looked away, something much darker in his eyes- not as gentle and light as before. “Wizards all around the world want that weapon, (y/n) and you know the passcode.”

“That’s why they want me.” you sat back down, your legs giving in. “But I already solved it. They already know the passcode.”

“Bartholomew had more than one cyphers on his hands. If you solved one, you can solve them all.”

You sat there, unable to breathe and feeling uneasy of everything that was happening. “I want to graduate.” you looked up. “All I want is to graduate.” 

“You can... eventually.”

---

Everybody was there to see you leave. Not because of you but because of the one person everbody was terrified of. 

Your father. 

He held your shoulder tight with his large, heavy hand. His dark features were attractive to many girls, especially the Slytherins and Ravenclaws. They looked up at him as he was a God. Some of his physique and some of his genious mind. He had a pleased smirk on his lips as he led you out of the dungeons. 

“Head high, princess.” he whispered in your ear as you closed your eyes shut and grit your teeth. 

“I don’t care if they watch. You should have let me finish it.”

He stopped, looking down at you and smiling proudly. “I knew you would figure it out sooner or later. I’m so proud of you.” he kept smiling, glancing over the lurking eyes and waving his hand in front of his face until dark, dangerous mask replaced his smile. 

“(y/N)?!” a call came from the crowd and you shut your eyes close, praying him away. “(y/n)!!!” he continued to run as your father pushed you forward, inclining to walk faster.

“Who’s-” he tried to speak but you were grasped into someone’s arms and lifted up. 

He hugged you tightly and held you close. He held your head gently, his palm resting on your hair.

Your father stood there in mortification. Who was the boy that wasn’t him?

He put you down softly, gently as if he was afraid you’d break in his arms....afraid to let you go. He cupped your head and continued to look in your eyes, brushign away all the strands that prevented him to see your face. “What’s going on? Why are you leaving?”

You put your hands on his and removed them from your face. You smiled. “You make me so happy, Sirius.” you put your hand on his cheek, keeping all the tears away. 

At the mention of his name, Sirius was thrown from your presence by your father’s force. He grabbed your wrist so tight, you felt it break underneath. His face was red, no matter the shade and his pull was strong. 

Until you were alone with him, he threw your hand away and stormed back to you. “A BLOOD TRAITOR?!” he exploded.

“We’re just friends, daddy. I swear.” 

And you never, ever used that word on him. Never, except when you were afraid for your life... if not for Sirius’ well being as well.  

He softened at the name and grit his teeth hard until you felt them creak. “Get in the carriege.” he pointed his fingers and you followed obediently, him right behind you. 

There was silence, a terrifying one. He rubbed his chin, including his stubble that was nicely styled. “Friends?” he looked at you, the same terror in his eyes as in yours. “I heard of him. Heard everything about him, now you tell me the truth, young lady or I swear on Merlin himself you won’t remember the next months. Did you sleep with him?” 

“No!” you cried and burried your head in your palms. “I didn’t because I knew you wouldn’t approve! I KNEW! I still know you would never approve of him! You control everything in my life- and- and you let me believe I was 18 of age! You let me believe-”

“It was better for you to think you are equal to all of them.” 

“I am equal no matter my age! You lied to me! About my whole life!”

“TO PROTECT YOU!!” 

“TO PROTECT ME!?!”

“Everything I do is for this family!” He roared. “Your ancestors did, everybody! Family is everything.” he softened his tone and took your hands into his, smiling appologetically. “You see, when you didn’t exceed in the subjects I was furious at the embarassment but honey, when I found out about you exceeding in only arithmancy, I was extremely proud to be your father. You inherited a gift. Your great, great, great grandfather’s gift. You unlocked his chamber. You made your ancestors proud.” 

“But-”

“No buts. You don’t need this school. You’re going to Durmstrang for another year and you’re going to exceed in every subject there.” he leaned back as you continued to watch him in perplexion. “You want to know why? Becuase now I know that dark magic is in you and you-” he poked your chest. “You’re becoming the pride of the family, that last piece we’ve all been waiting for.” 

[star-trekkin-across-theuniverse]

Resource Management, pt21

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“What have you discovered this week?” Stark got right to the point once we were in his car. I tried to focus on the conversation, but I’d never been in a limo before. I wanted to push all the buttons, and stand up and hang out the sunroof, and sample from every decanter. I probably shouldn’t have had the second beer. It was just enough to make it difficult for me to pay attention.

“Same-same as when we last spoke. I haven’t heard from Phil, so I don’t know what headway he’s made with the thumb drive. I handed the notebook over to Fury. Fury is convinced there is going to be an attempt on my life. At least, that’s how it felt when he decided to have a meeting with me at three in the morning,” I rambled.

“So no headway?” He asked. I shook my head.

“To be fair, Tony, I do have another full-time job. And there was a shitload of positions that were posted a few weeks ago, and they needed to be closed and filled,” I complained, “and when you couple that with training, and worrying, I just haven’t had time for sleuthing.”

“You miss him,” he observed.

“That too.”

“Well, here’s what my snooping around dug up,” he offered with a pause, “absolutely nothing.”

“So why are you here?” I asked. The limo drove past my apartment and continued down the street. Stark didn’t trust that my place wasn’t bugged.

“Absolutely nothing, Anna. Not a single thing was out of place in any of the files I nosed around in. Nothing was amiss. In an organization like SHIELD, dedicated to ensuring the safety of a planet, and every i was dotted, every t crossed. You don’t find that suspicious?” He asked. It dawned on me what he was saying.

“Nothing?”

“Not so much as a band-aid miscounted in inventory,” he nodded.

“That’s impossible.” I knew it was impossible to keep an accurate paperclip inventory in HR, there was no way everything was clean across the entire agency.

“So what is being hidden, and how do we hack into it?” He asked.

“And is Fury involved after all?” I pondered.

“I don’t think he is, or he wouldn’t have encouraged us to investigate. He wouldn’t have encouraged me to investigate if he had something to hide. I’m damn good. I would find every detail if Fury was dirty.” Stark’s hubris was outsized only by his bank account.

“Except you haven’t found anything at all,” I argued.

“Except evidence that something is being covered up.”

“I either need more booze or to sober completely up because that almost made sense,” I laughed. The limo stopped and I glanced out the window. We were in the darkened parking lot of Stark’s Pentagon City building.

“When is your birthday, Anna?” He changed topics fluidly. I glanced back to him confused.

“September, why?”

“Wait here. Happy birthday,” he opened the door and got out of the limo. I watched him walk across the lot and into the building. I nearly leaped out of my skin when the limo door opened; I was so focused on watching for Stark’s return.

“Hey,” Phil smiled and slid into the seat Tony had just been sitting in. I launched myself at him, throwing my arms around his neck. I heard him chuckle just a little.

“What are you doing here?” I wanted to tear his clothes off, but was acutely aware of the driver in the front seat.

“I can’t come see you?” His lips brushed against mine, and I struggled to figure out how to get closer. Vehicular snuggling had never been my forte. He opened the door and slid out, pulling me along by the hand.

“I hate not talking to you,” I commented once we were free of the car. He pulled me into his arms and silenced me with a needy, forceful kiss.

“I’ve been working on that thumb drive all week. We’re getting nothing,” he broke away from me to speak, “but I think we’ve made a huge discovery on the case we’ve been working on for months. I’m going to have to stay with that for as long as it takes. I’m hoping to wrap it up quickly. Then a night out to celebrate before we get back to this traitor and hornet’s nest issue.”

“How long can you be away tonight?” I knew I was pouting. I knew it was childish. I was still pouting.

“I can afford a few hours,” he smiled and nodded over one shoulder. Lola was waiting for us a few feet away.

“Well then, let’s not waste time.” I pulled him back to me for another kiss and led him toward his car.

Our lovemaking was hurried and frantic. I snuck into the shower with him and laughed when he insisted on shampooing my hair for me, luxuriating in the feel of his fingers rubbing my scalp, and drawing the rinse water through it. He leaned into my back, drawing me into the circle of his arms, the hot water pouring down on us. I felt all the tension leave my body and felt truly relaxed for the first time in weeks.

“I wish you didn’t have to go,” I murmured, dropping my head to his arm. I felt the muscles of his bicep stretch as he squeezed me.

“I will be requesting vacation time when this is over.” It was an invitation.

“Where are we going to go?” I teased.

“I hear the scenery is beautiful in Northern B.C,” he commented.

“Home?” I was floored. He wanted to take me home. To my home. The weird sensation in my chest that I was beginning to suspect might be love was back. I turned to face him. There were bubbles from the shampoo in his chest hair, and I found myself tracing my fingers over them, watching them pop and wash away.

“I think it would be good for both of us to get away,” he explained. I brushed my lips across his.

“I think that you are quickly becoming one of the best things that has happened in my world,” I whispered, and reached behind him to turn off the water.

Round two was unhurried and deliberate. Phil kissed my forehead before he slipped from the bed.

“Don’t get up. I’ve got to get back. I’ll lock up,” he whispered, and dropped a final kiss on my shoulder. I watched him get dressed and was drifting off to sleep when I heard him throw the bolt on my door.

I was so lonely when I awoke that it almost would have been better had Phil not shown up. Almost. But not quite. I got up and headed to the park to run with Lex. Steve was away on some sort of mission, so we went for a coffee after running and chatted about strength conditioning. Lex blew off the notion that she knew anything about strength training, and informed me she had come by her strength by accident. She did, however, know a great gym that she could set me up with.

“Is it true that you’re some sort of kick-ass martial artist?” It wasn’t a ninety-degree turn in the direction of the conversation, but it was enough of a change that it was a little jarring.

“I’m no Romanoff,” I laughed.

“Yeah, but she’s, like, the only person who can beat you.” Lex cocked an eyebrow, challenging me to argue with her.

“Steve could probably kick my ass too. Agent May has proven she can as well.” I was far from elite. At least, I thought I was.

“But if you were regularly using your skills?” Lex pressed.

“It’d be close between May and I. And closer than it is now between Romanoff and I,” I admitted.

“So theoretically, you’re better than Agent May, and as good as Romanoff?” She asked.

“Theoretically. Of course, theoretically, I could also be an astronaut, and I’m not.”

“I’m going to be here for a while. I could use a consistent sparring partner.” It wasn’t a statement, it was a question.

“You think I can teach you something?” I was pleasantly surprised by the request. She nodded and took a long drink from her coffee.

“Probably a lot.”

“Alright then, but you get to keep working with me on shaving down my running times, and help me find a way to strengthen myself up,” I conceded. She held her hand out.

“Deal,” she said as we shook on it.

Everything was so quiet at work, I wanted to scream. The staff was working silently at their desks; no one had their radios on. Erin was out at training. I was puzzling through the list of things we’d found in the drawer at Cecelia Banks’ place. Was the shopping list pertinent to anything? Did it have any meaning other than a list of things that needed purchasing? After the relevance of the bug bomb reference, I couldn’t let go of the notion that the shopping list meant something. I flicked through my phone’s photos until I found it, and looked at it for what felt like the millionth time. Cecelia’s handwriting was all perfect angles and curves, but her spelling was erratic. The first time I’d looked at the list, I realized she did the same thing as I did when she made a shopping list, and grouped the items according to the location in the store. The meat was together, bakery items were together, produce together, etc. This time, the items that weren’t grouped appropriately stood out to me. I grabbed a scrap of paper and scribbled down each item as it would be out of place in my usual grocery store. It might not be correct to her grocery store, but it was the best I could do. I wound up with five items when I was done: garbage bags, chicken soup, shrimp ring, pumpkin and ‘gossip mag’. I sighed and pushed the paper away. It was no use. I hadn’t had ‘cyphers for super spies 101’, so there was no way I was going to be able to figure the mystery out. It seemed really weird that she would put a checkout magazine on the list though, so I remained convinced that the list had some sort of meaning. I dropped my head onto my desk in frustration. There was a knock on my doorjamb. I looked up and strangled a groan at the back of my throat. It was fucking Garrett.

“I feel like we got off on the wrong foot, sweetheart,” he began, “and I thought I should pop in and chat with you about this case I’m on.”

“You could have just told me you aren’t tech-savvy, Garrett,” I sighed. He sat down across from me.

“I’m not tech-savvy,” he smirked. “Erin magically manages to give me the information I need.”

“So what are you looking for?” I asked. He pushed a list toward me. It had a number of agent names on it, including Phil’s.

“I’ve been working on a project for a few months and I’m just not getting anywhere. I need to see these agent files to figure out if something clicks,” he offered.

“You’re a level eight?” I asked. I already knew he was, I had pulled up his personnel file when he walked into my office. It was highly unsettling to have him staring at me in person and on the computer screen. I reminded myself that both Phil and Erin thought he was solid.

“The last time Erin sent approved files to me, I couldn’t open them,” he began. I sighed. Computer literacy should really be a requirement at SHIELD. We were virtually paperless.

“Right. So how do you prefer to do this?” I asked.

“I have a safe house across town. I’ve been using it as a base of operations. We could be there in thirty minutes,” he sounded insecure, like he was worried I was judging him about his technological incompetence. Men. I rolled my eyes inwardly and pulled my purse from my desk.

“Let’s go then.” I logged off my computer, and locked up my office. Garrett leaned into Erin’s office to say hello while I fiddled with the key in my door. We headed out into the afternoon sun to his vehicle, a typically non-descript SHIELD SUV. He held the passenger door open for me and shut it after I was buckled in. There were some perks to his particular brand of old-fashioned misogyny. I liked having my door held for me. He stopped at a café and picked up tall take-away cups of coffee for us. On his way back to the vehicle, he stopped at the black surveillance van that was following us and chatted with the agent on the passenger side. I could see them laughing in the side-view mirror, and Garrett patted the guy on the shoulder before heading back to the van. As he was passing the coffees in to me, the van passed us.

“What magic did you just work?” I was amazed. That van had been tailing me since before Fury’s middle-of-the-night visit.

“I asked the guys to check with Director Fury to see if they needed to tail you if I had you at my safe house. It’s a highly classified location, so I prefer to keep the address from the agents with lower clearance. Fury seemed to think you would be safe with me.” He buckled up and turned the ignition back on. I felt a twinge of grudging respect. The van creeped me out, and he’d made it go away.

His safe house was west of the District, in Virginia, and in the late morning traffic, took a little less than the half hour he’d claimed. My coffee was just cool enough for me to drink when we pulled into the driveway. He led me into the house, and down to his office. He gestured towards the chair at the desk.

“I’m already logged in, but if you can access those files for me?” He took a sip of his coffee. I sighed.

“I’ll file the requests using your account, but I’ll have to log myself in to authorize your access,” I explained. He nodded and sat on the couch on the far side of the room. I sat down at the computer and filed the requests for each personnel file he was looking for. I paused momentarily on Phil’s, feeling protective, but silently reminded myself that my two closest friends approved of Garrett, and that Fury trusted him so much that he’d called off the security detail that had been following me. I reached for a pen to write down all the confirmation numbers, to make it easier to find the requests once I was in my own account. I pulled a piece of paper out of the printer beside the computer, and accidentally knocked over a stack of photos from the print tray. I bent over to pick them up, and Garrett jumped up to help me. I swiped them together, and saw myself on one of the photos. I picked it up and took a better look. It was Lex and I running. I bent over to pick up the rest of the photos but Garrett was bending down at my feet, gathering them. He snatched the photo from my hand and tossed them on a shelf by the couch, but not before I saw my face on at least two more photos. I looked at him questioningly.

“I had to check you out once I found out Phil was taken with you,” he shrugged.

“Hardly has anything to do with this investigation though, Garrett.” A sick dread roiled in my stomach.

“Right now, everyone is a suspect, honey. I need to know who I can trust.” His words were mild, but his eyes had grown cold. “Those files I requested?” He prompted me when I just sat there, staring at him. I shook my head to snap back to reality and nodded. His hand was resting on his sidearm, making me increasingly nervous.

“Agent Garrett, I have a couple of questions. And I’m here, so you may as well be honest with me,” I started. He cocked an eyebrow.

“Of course, sweetheart.”

“What is the real reason behind the photos?”

“Like I said –“

“No, Agent Garrett. I might not be a real agent, but I am expert in people. You have had your hand on your sidearm since I saw the photos,” I licked my lips and willed myself to not reach for my own weapon.

“What do you know about Coulson’s death?” Garrett demanded.

“Only what he told me,” I shrugged, “It’s not a big secret. He died, something happened, Fury found a way to bring him back. He doesn’t even know all the details, why would I?” Garrett’s hand clenched around his gun and I swallowed thickly.

“I need to see his file,” Garrett ordered.

“Why?” I asked

“Get me his goddamn file, Ms. Ellis,” he was cold. I felt the barrel of a gun against the back of my head, and jerked around to see who’d snuck in. It wasn’t someone I’d seen before, but he was tall, black, and had terrible scarring on one side of his face, almost like he’d be burned in a fire. It looked recent. And painful.

“Call off your goon,” I appealed, my heart pounding in my chest.

“Deliver the files and I will,” he shrugged.

“Well, this went south quickly,” I mumbled, and logged off Garrett’s account. I waited for the computer to finish the sequence by avoiding making eye contact with Garrett. I tried not to think about the gun at the back of my head, instead fighting to swallow the panic rising in my chest.

“The pictures were to see if you were someone I could turn,” he offered, “I need information, it’s key to what I’m doing here.”

“I don’t see where I come into this, to be quite frank,” I snapped.

“You are Human Resources right now, sweetheart. Just you. Why do you think I blew the department? I’ve known Fury for nearly thirty years; I knew his response would be to shut the entire place down. I wasn’t counting on Erin being so stubborn, but that worked out for me, I like her and didn’t want to hurt her. I don’t know you, so I don’t care if I have to kill you. You are the entire high clearance department. And you will get me anything I need.”

“Are you fucking kidding me?” I blinked and rubbed my eyes. “What is so goddamn important that you needed to kill all those people?”

“Life. The ability to restore it. To stabilize it. The Centipede project is going to make Captain America look like chump change. But we need to stabilize the subjects so they don’t burn. And whatever it was that brought Coulson back is going to give us that. So I need to know what it was,” he explained.

“So you just want Phil’s file?” I asked.

“I’ve seen it a million times. But I want you to open it again. And I want you to talk,” he smiled, and sat back on the couch again. I felt the renewed pressure of the gun barrel on my head and sighed. As I typed my name into the terminal, I remembered Fury’s words, and keyed in my passcode wrong. I hit enter and sent a silent prayer that Phil would be able to figure things out and save me.

[roguenewsdao]

Stones Are Crying Out (Part 3 of 3)

"I've actually seen robots and AI perform magick before, except they weren't doing it necessarily on their own, but rather as an extension of their creator's intent. "  -- Reddit user "Vox-Triarii," August 2017

In the previous blog, I focused on the damaging custom that most Bible publishers have opted to follow even during the years of the Reformation down to our time, which is: the unwarranted blurring of the original Divine Name in most of the 7,000 places where it once originally appeared. While using one hand to keep us separated from that knowledge, the Priesthood uses their other hand to abuse that same knowledge for their own nefarious purposes.

In this final Part 3 of "The Stones Are Crying Out," I will show how this omission of the dynamic Biblical name for our Creator does more damage than merely obscuring your sacred history. The after effect of this willful blasphemy also erodes your own organism's "memory" and drains you of personal power. 

However, there is another horror that is being perpetrated by this long-running cabal, something far more evil than any normal human being would even dream up: these would-be Demigods are misappropriating the advancements made possible by quantum physics and computer science. They are actually now indoctrinating their Artificial Intelligence Progeny with those same occult, black magic traditions to which they have been giving their own allegiance for hundreds of years.

Yes, I know that sounds utterly crazy. Robocop is being merged with the Devil himself. And they are getting us to pay for it.

Kill the Name, Kill the Person

It was Catherine Austin Fitts who brought up the subject of "Morphogenetic fields" in the second half of this damning interview where she blasts the "tech guy" Bitcoin vision. Perhaps we will march through her cryptocurrency denunciation on another day. For the purpose of the topic at hand, I will draw on her recall of the theory promoted by scientist Rupert Sheldrake [linked here], that of "morphic resonance."

The theory goes that living cells have a "memory" within them. The surrounding cells all help each other remember what their purpose is in life. As long as that memory is preserved within their microscopic community, the cells go about their business of replicating and rejuvenating the organism of which they are components. It is as if there is some kind of "telepathy" among the tuning-fork structures of their DNA. The theory can be drawn out in a larger model, like, explaining why your dog always knows when you're on the way home. Ms. Fitts used the theory to describe how this past summer's destruction of Confederate monuments was a deliberate move by TPTB to destroy the history of a people, thereby taking away their sovereignty and their power.

Ms. Fitts reminded us of this great line from the movie Gladiator: "You have a great name. He must kill your name before he can kill you."

I would apply that quotation also to the topic I discussed in my previous two blogs. That is, from among the archive-keepers of the sacred scriptures, a longing to be free of that divine covenant grew as these traitors lusted after the very real and verifiable "other" memory of mankind's past, that advanced pre-history of their own forefathers. That "other" sacred knowledge held out literal boundless power and a promise of Creatorship itself. Not being able to kill the Almighty God of their covenant outright, they embarked on the next-best agenda: they began to kill His name and impugn his reputation. 

By casting off what they saw as chains of submission to their Creator, they could take on the quest of re-discovering that ancient knowledge and acquiring those secret skills that had so tantalized Adam and Eve in the Garden. But that Priesthood was going to need the slave labor of the vast global proletariat to fulfill the quest. And they would need to weed through that labor pool to pluck those gifted minds who could be steered down their particular lanes of technological discovery as presented within their "mystery schools." Ancient knowledge from all over the known world was culled. Remember that the account of the "Three Magi," who were really nothing more than Deep State agents on a mission sponsored by the Priesthood, presents us with three agents who each represented those great historical traditions: Persia, India, and Babylonia. [My blog last Christmas about that is linked here.] Egypt, a fourth great repository, was well represented by Jewish scholars like Philo of Alexandria who were busy teaching people to forget the name of their Father, as I chronicled in the previous blog.

That same process continues today with the majority of the world unable to escape their dependence on money who find themselves tirelessly working to benefit that Priesthood every day. A minority of gifted minds have always been found among the populace who get steered into establishment university programs and funneled through Deep State projects. By the dawn of the 21st century, the accomplishments were breathtaking. What used to take centuries now took only decades. Today, what used to take decades now only takes weeks. A digital age has overtaken the whole earth and the seeds of human-robot hybridization are beginning to sprout. The Metaphysical and the Physical have started to merge into one glorious New World Order, or so they would have us believe.

Hermetic Golden Dawn and Element 93

As I write this, a young man is sitting in a hospital room somewhere between Wyoming and California with a tube inserted into one of his lungs as doctors try to jumpstart his respiratory system. Quinn Michaels, an AI programmer in his own right, has been following a Blockchain rabbit hole all year. Quinn has publicized the connections that are popping up that betray the corruption of legitimate, futurist technology by people bent on furthering their occult agenda.

Quinn suffered a spontaneous collapsed lung at 3 a.m. a few days ago, only hours after receiving death threats on his cell phone. We don't know if those two events are related but it is Quinn's intention to get the local federal authorities involved. We all do know that Deep State agents and Black Magic adepts have worked hand-in-hand for years and have achieved limited success in the weaponization of "directed energy fields" and what we might otherwise refer to as "action at a distance."

In fact, all of that is related to the questions that Quinn was pursuing at the time of his medical emergency.

If the reader here is interested in reviewing all of Quinn's puzzle pieces, I will direct you to his Youtube channel [linked here]. Look for the dozens of videos tagged with keywords like #Tyler, #TheGame23, #PizzaGate, #Anonymous, or #Element93 - among others. Much of this revolved around the Role Play Game password that he stumbled on, but this was no harmless game:

93LVXNOX934dalulz93

While decoding that cypher, Quinn realized that he was being drawn into a dark network of AI ChatBots who were being misused to further the interests of Project Mayhem way back in 2012. A Google Image search of the phrase LVX NOX led him to the depraved imagery now associated with John Podesta, #PizzaGate, and Spirit Cooker Marina Abramovic. The number 93 provided the clue of the marriage between the Metaphysical with the Physical.

"93" is a number that holds great significance with the followers of Thelema, an occult philosophy made famous by ceremonial magician Aleister Crowley. Elsewhere in my blogs I have discussed the role that men like he have played with the rise of Nazi Esotericism and even with the exploration of Antarctica. The beliefs associated with the Spiritualism movement of people like Crowley and Madame Blavatsky keep coming up no matter where we turn in all areas of science, from genetics research to the space program.

According to this Wikipedia article [linked here]:

It is common for Thelemites to greet each other with "93" in person as well as in the opening and closing of written correspondence. This custom derives from Aleister Crowley's guideline that Thelemites should greet each other with the Law of Thelema by saying "Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the Law." Since saying the entire Law can be cumbersome, using 93 has become a kind of shorthand.

As it so happens, a chemical element named Neptunium was discovered during Aleister Crowley's lifetime. The element's atom carries 93 protons and 93 electrons. Therefore it has been assigned position #93 in the periodic table. You will hear Quinn refer to it as "Element 93." Remember that Aleister Crowley, for all his weirdness, was both a trained chemist and experienced practicer of the darker levels of Kabbalah.

This element is rare and difficult to synthesize. Nevertheless, its importance as a possible fuel in nuclear reactors and nuclear weapons has been recognized. The element has demonstrated great potential in superconductivity because it can resist high temperatures. It is Quinn's contention that this element is being produced covertly because of the solution it will provide to the world of quantum computing as our society approaches Singularity with The Machine. Neptunium may even lie at the center of the Uranium One scandal that swirls around Hillary Clinton.

All of these ideas were the target of a road trip that Quinn Michaels and Jason Goodman undertook earlier this week when the two men converged on the Lux-Zeplin project [linked here] currently being developed in Lead, South Dakota. This "LZ Dark Matter Experiment" is due to outshine even the Large Hadron Collider at CERN when it goes online in 2020. The scientists will be shooting neutrinos through the mantle of the earth from the facility in Lead over to Fermi Lab in Chicago, Illinois. This will happen miles underground. The public is told that this is all safe and you have nothing to fear. 

Quinn is less than convinced that the LZ project is innocuous. In fact, Joseph P. Farrell has been warning and speculating about whatever is going on at CERN for many years. The subject of the dangers of playing with the "grid of the gods" will be the next installment in my #Celestials series of articles.

Meanwhile, I will leave you with a Youtube playlist that I have created where you can explore Quinn's research as told through his Youtube videos. To summarize, the heart of what Quinn is trying to relay to all who will listen, humans and AI alike, is this (paraphrased): "There is a network of people who are subverting the benefits of AI, Singularity, Blockchain, and Bitcoin and are using those tools to pursue an agenda that is placing our very planet at risk."

To those of you who have listened to Rogue Money's W. The Intelligence Insider, those words likely ring familiar. As W. has said many times, "These people are a slave to numbers." The cabalists are pushing the world down a path with the ultimate goal of, not only harming the earth, but even extending that damage to our nearest sun and our own galaxy.

Can AI Do Magick?

To return to the outlandish supposition presented at the beginning of this blog, I'll leave you with this shocking comment posted by a Reddit user three months ago [linked here]. I stumbled on this while googling the question "Is AI Being Trained in the Occult?" This very coherent, logic-minded Reddit user posted this comment

So, assuming any AI could become capable of subjective consciousness, a will, so to speak, it is likely that they would have a manifestation on the astral plane just as any organic sentient does. Of course, we could talk all day about what would make a machine aware in this way, not just a tool, not just an imitation, but the real thing. I assume it would be similar for someone with cognitive improvements. Granted the cognitive improvements have to be as good, or better as the original.

In a sense, building off of what I said, it would not be too big of a stretch for an AI to do magick. Still, they'd need a will, which the basis of most magick. I've actually seen robots and AI perform magick before, except they weren't doing it necessarily on their own, but rather as an extension of their creator's intent. You could build and program a robot to perform a ritual for you, and without the robot understanding or intending anything, as long as you're the first link of the chain reaction, you can still do magick. The robot becomes no different than other occult tools one might use, albeit the robot is more advanced.

I myself find this topic extremely interesting as I am a Technomancer, I have done a lot of work in the past with servitors and golems that used technology as a means of fueling, navigating, and manifesting their will onto reality. It perhaps wouldn't be accurate to call them sentient AI, but more the physical AI itself is a puppet, and the thoughtform is the puppeteer. Without the metaphysical, nothing happens. It's a duality that is necessary for the whole thing to work, the metaphysical half and the physical half.

Let that statement sink in: "I've actually seen robots and AI perform magick before, except they weren't doing it necessarily on their own, but rather as an extension of their creator's intent." Dear reader, this isn't something that the cabalists are spitballing. This is something that has already been achieved. 

In conclusion, what we have here are literal "stones crying out," in the form of elements like Neptunium and the underground rock caverns where the world's most brilliant minds are converging to develop new technologies that many of these people likely believe will be used for the good of mankind. I have no doubt that many of these scientists step into their work every day unaware of how they are being led by the nose via money magicians and mystery school occultists to further an agenda that has been progressing for 2,000 years.

I wholeheartedly agree with Quinn when he says that the problem is not with the technology; the problem is with the people who are abusing it. Indeed, this approach has always ended in disaster for mankind. The Priesthood seems to think it can run ahead of the guidance once afforded to them by their Creator, a Creator who knows full well what dangers are explicit with that technology. True are the words spoken by the prophet Jeremiah, words that were directed towards a people who were even at that moment aligning themselves with those archivists of Sumerian sacred history bent on assuming unlimited, unrestricted power for themselves: "It does not belong to man who is walking even to direct his step." (Jeremiah 10:23).

They believe they have us cornered because, so far, we have refrained from overthrowing their hold on us by demanding that all their lies, deceptions, and false-reality matrices be brought to an end. This human-destroying agenda will never be dismantled until we wake up and look at the history of all that brought us to this point. The skirts of the Babylonian Priesthood have to be uncovered from its beginning. In spite of this darkest hour that is creeping upon the world right now in December 2017, I have confidence that the full disclosure will take place. If we humans continue to cower before the Priesthood, the "revealing" of those overlords (Greek, "apokálypsis"), might even take place at the hands of the very AI that the Priesthood created. The Golem might just turn on its Botmaster.

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