#feeling very anti Klaus today

[daenysthedreamer101]

THANK YOU!

Obviously it has a lot to do with Joseph and he's great and did an amazing job. But I swear the first time I watched tvd, I thought, omg he is such a horrible person, why do you people like him? 😭

He's constantly daggering his siblings and what is that if not physical abuse? If you were his sibling you had two options - either you keep quiet to not get daggered yourself or you call him out on it and get daggered. The others really had no chance 😕

Also Casper Zafar did a wonderful job with what little he was given, wish we saw more of him.

Most truthful thing I will ever write

Klaus Mikaelson -

*daggers siblings more times than a primary school kid can count*

*kills siblings lovers/is the reason they are killed*

*makes Isobel burn to death infront of Elena*

*turns the mother of his child and her pack into wolves permanently because she was ‘stealing HIS kid’*

*poisons two 16 year olds (one dies)*

*kills papa tunde’s twin sons (kids) and makes Marcel present their heads to him*

*killed thousands of people*

*made his entire sire line hate him for things he did to them* some of these things include:

Turning a man and compelling him to drain his wife dry because he accused Rebekah of witchcraft.

Turned a farmer and made him burn an entire village to the ground because he owned land Klaus wanted. Instead of just compelling him to move.

A girl had a sick mother, Klaus got annoyed by the coughing. He turned them both then made the girl watch as he burned the mum alive.

Us: I love Klaus he’s so hot and funny

Finn Mikaelson -

*was the boring older brother who hated being a blood sucking monster*

Us : I FUCKING HATE FINN EWWWWW

[aarcanegrimm]

15. The Dragon Valkyrie

Masterlist

The newly recruited Black Bulls have their first mission... and it's not the one Ella had been expecting- and it most certainly went all kinds of wrong.

Warnings: Swearing, unedited, injuries- bruising, scratching, cuts, burns and dislocation

“Alright listen up shitheads.” Yami said as Ella, Asta, Yuno and Luck stood before him- the cheery berserker grinning the creepiest smile yet. “Julius has a mission for you lot but you’ll be teaming up with two Crimson Lions and two Golden Dawn.”

Ella blinked- okay this had to be the dungeon mission instead of the one at Sosshi. With a pause she rubbed at her wrists (it felt weird not having the weights on today) before looking up at Yami.

“Will we be meeting them before or at a location?” Ella questioned.

“At location. It’s a dungeon on the border of Clover and Diamond.” She nods- Asta and Yuno doing the same. “He just wants you to check it out- feel out any bandits and take them out if you can. Do not overdo it. If there is too many you bring your asses back here immediately. Understood?”

“Yes Captain Yami.” The group chime, Luck giggling as he did.

Finral moved from the dining room to where they were stood, opening a portal.

“I can’t send you all the way there because I haven’t travelled to the location before so this is the closest you’ll be.”

She remembers that it wasn’t a long walk, took maybe twenty minutes tops.

“I’m so excited.” Asta grinned, “What about you Ella?”

“Very.” She smiled back. “Yuno?... We all know Luck is excited.”

“Yes I ammmmmm.” Luck yelped as he practically dove through the portal.

“I can’t wait.” Yuno said quietly, also stepping through the portal- Asta hot on his tail.

“Be careful Ella.” Yami said, hand on her shoulder. She just grinned up at him and threw one of Vanessa and Charmy’s lollies in her mouth.

“Always.”

“Take this communicator with you.” Yami said. “Lyra will kill me if you die.”

“I won’t die.” She snorted, hip checking the Captain as she took the device from his hand before following through the portal, Alder slithering in behind her.

“You are such a dad.” She heard Finral say behind her- Yami’s swearing muted by the closing portal.

“I can see it from here- looks like the other squads are walking over as well.” Asta said- charging into the foliage with Luck.

“He has too much energy for me.” Yuno sighed as he and Ella began jogging down the hill and through the foliage to catch up with the two balls of energy- Alder following along.

Ella has never wanted to scoop anyone into a hug more than right now with Mimosa stood before her. Still as sweet and bubbly as ever- no she was not going to tear up right now.

“What is that?” One of the Crimson Lion knights asked, eyes wide as they pointed to the large water dragon.

“Oh this is my water spirit Alder. He’s friendly but quite protective.” Ella replied, scratching at the dragons nose as he waved his head as if to say hello. “I’m Ella by the way.”

“I’m Asta! This is my brother Yuno.” The anti-magic boy grinned, Yuno bowing as he did (it was still weird seeing him so… demure).

“And I’m Luck.” The blond giggled- his eyes only focused on the dungeon ahead.

“Hello.” Mimosa greeted, voice as soft as ever. “My name is Mimosa Vermillion, one of the newest recruits in the Golden Dawn, it’s lovely to meet you all.”

“And I am Klaus Lunettes.” Klaus didn’t even look the Black Bull’s way as he spoke.

“Name’s Nikolas.” The one from before greeted as they pulled their brown hair back into a ponytail. “This here is Dorien- he is mute so I will translate for him if none of you can sign.”

Dorien waved, a giant grin on his face as he signed something to Nikolas- who just laughed.

“He is wondering if he could pet Alder.”

“Oh of course you can.”

The boy strode forward, hand out as though letting a cat sniff his hand. Alder, however, thought he was too slow as slithered forwards, pressing his nose to the boy’s chest. Dorien laughed silently as he pet him.

“We should prepare to enter the dungeon. Make a plan-” Klaus began though Luck had already begun his stalk inside, the rest of the group now inching behind him. “-that will keep us safe… ugh commoners.”

“Watch it.” Ella snapped without thinking- Alder whipping his head towards the grey-haired man. She hadn’t meant too and sure it was hypocritical of her to say as she was still technically a princess albeit a missing one. “Right now this is a team- act like it.”

And maybe, just maybe she’s been spending too much time with Yami and Lyra as she glared at the taller mage and he almost- almost- shrank back on himself before scrunching up his nose and turning on his heel.

“A plan is a good idea.” Nikolas said, their tone much calmer than Ella’s had been. “But I think so long as we don’t split up we can make one as we go inside.”

“Luck come back here!” Asta called out making the lightning mage turn to look.

“What?” He asked. “I wanna see inside already. I can feel how strong the mana is from here”

“Just wait for us and then you can.” Yuno sighed. “What magic does everyone have? If one of us has any way to make a map or something that would be great.”

Ella shot a look at Mimosa a glance- one the royal caught and so she pretended to move her gaze around the group.

“Oh I can.” Mimosa said softly, still watching Ella before smiling at Asta and Yuno. “I have plant magic though I haven’t perfected the spell to where I will immediately have a lay out but I will be able to make a map as we go.”

“I have wind magic.” Yuno replied cooly.

“Fire- like most of us Crimson Lions… my flames can change colour though.” Nikolas laughed before translating Dorien’s sign. “Dorien has mist magic- be careful though he can make it thick enough to make breathing hard.”

“Steel magic.” Klaus says as he presses his glasses higher on his nose.

“Lightning!” Luck exclaimed, bounding forwards once more.

“I have water magic if you can’t tell.” Ella snorted, pointing to the leviathan slithering beside her.

“Woah everyone’s magic is so cool.” Asta beamed. “I have no magic-”

“Anti-magic.” Ella and Yuno said in unison.

“Okay yeah anti-magic. I can… what was the word Yami used? Negate spells and also bounce them back?”

“That sounds so cool though.” Nikolas beamed back at Asta. “I’m with Asta all our magic is awesome.”

The small group just chuckled and finally braved the dungeon entrance.

~~*~~*~~*~~

Ella felt upside down, inside out and right side everything as they stalked through the dungeon. Stairs were sideways, upside down and flowing with mana in every direction and traps were most definitely everywhere.

Luck was already off, following what he said was a strange feeling mana, leaving the rest of the group to wander through carefully with Ella doing her best to spy traps.

Remember what Yami said, mana when natural flows like a wave just as ki does from a person. So she side stepped and spun around strange looking stone on the floor- the group following suit as they reached a hallway… a hallway that felt stagnant and wrong- so she turned them away.

“Let’s not go that way.” She stated, turning towards the next hallway with a pointed glance towards the still muttering Klaus. Commoner this, noble that- shut the fuck up man.

Following the new hallway she found the mana flowing like water, it felt like a waterfall cascading over her. Gods she doesn’t remember there being so much mana in this dungeon- she sighs, another point to add to the list of changes she supposes. Pausing Ella spared a glance at Asta- something felt wrong again as they stepped into a large and very open room where they somehow managed to find Luck bouncing around happily- a mountain of treasures pressed against the back wall. She drew Gloaming slowly, Asta doing the same with Demon Slayer.

“What are you doing?” Nikolas asked quietly, hands glowing a soft amber as they let flames flow into their hands.

“Something is wrong in here.” She answered. “The mana doesn’t feel right and those traps to the far left are manmade.”

Natural mana made traps felt like a wave but manmade ones… felt like cold stone.

Something is wrong.

Something is wrong.

Something is wrong.

“Oh.” Mimosa nearly whimpered as the group began to spread thin, avoiding the strange markings Klaus had pointed out on the floor. “My guidepost is picking up movement to the righ-”

Ella whirled around just as Mimosa yelped.

“Well, well what do we have here?” A slimy, sickening voice questioned. He had one hand around Mimosa’s throat and another unnervingly high on her abdomen and still climbing. “Some little knights playing the big leagues. Split ‘em.”

Next thing Ella knew she was across the room- Alder far from her and the others equally as spread around- even Luck seemed to be in an all-new location high above them. She was smart enough and quick enough to grasp the communicator Yami had given her- to sound the alert on the small device as she tried to calm her racing heart. She said nothing, just let the thing wail some annoying siren as she turned back to the chaos.

Ella’s eyes were only focused on her cousin, on Mimosa as the slimy piece of shit’s hands began to wander more. Pezzottaite eyes snapped towards a familiar looking sword amongst the Yul beside her- Demon Dweller.

She lunged for it just as a new figure appeared behind her, barely missing her Black Bulls cloak as his hand enveloped in stone. That, she concluded, would have fucking hurt had she stood still.

The man was towering and had no problems lurching forwards again as she rolled grasped Demon Dweller and with all her might swung it and Gloaming at the man.

Thank Gods for Elvish steel as the man’s hand flew clean off- still in stone form. It was comical really the way his eyes widened, the way he stumbled backwards and just… stared at it. She needed to run, to get away before the shock of what she did settled. Ella pushed forwards again, once more thanking the Gods as she reached Yuno, Asta and Dorien.

“Asta!” She called, swinging the worn looking blade his way. “Catch!”

She hadn’t spared a glance as she darted across the room again, dodging ice spikes as they sprung from the ground.

Hah… maybe she should spar with Luck if being this fast after wearing weights for years felt so good.

“Keep the girls as unharmed as possible.” A new voice called from atop the treasure- a man covered in diamond. “They’ll sell a pretty price. Good thing that Wizard King of yours sent us some prizes for such a quest. Pity the man’s too stupid to see a trap when it’s set.”

Ella flung backwards as a wall of wind pushed her away from Mimosa- who was fighting and kicking her way out of the slimy man’s hold. It pushed her back, rolling her into another pile of treasure, a sharp sting above her brow barely registered as Pezzottaite eyes scanned the area, watching while the boys fought a smaller group of the… bandits? Rogues? Who knew what these assholes were. She sucked in a breath as she rose- the same way she has seen Yami do as she falls into position with Gloaming ready to strike. She could see Alder from here now, with Klaus and Nikolas rushing across the room to the others- could see Luck having the time of his life fighting dozens of men above.

“Argh!” Ella’s focus was back on Mimosa and it was like everything slowed down. She wasn’t Ella in the seconds the came, she was Noelle Silva coming to protect her cousin from the slimy asshole who was now gripping her right arm tight, flames licking at her skin. She hardly felt the pain in her shoulder as she flung her arm back- Noelle who had runaway to become stronger. Noelle who wanted nothing more than a loving and caring family. Noelle who’s grimoire began to glow as she raced forwards, who’s newest spell was one she had been impatiently waiting for the second her grimoire came to life.

Sea Dragon’s Roar.

Then everything went black.

~~*~~*~~*~~

Yami had been drinking with Jack when the communicator he’d had clipped to his belt began to wail. Had it been any other day he probably would have answered it like a regular person instead of rushing out the door- Jack hot on his heels without question as he called for Finral.

“Yes Yami?” Finral barely had a moment to breathe before he was pulled back by his shirt.

“Get us to that dungeon. NOW!” The former noble was quick to summon his magic- looking through to see the same location he had dropped the others off before looking back at Yami. “Finral contact the Wizard King tell something happened- that Jack and I are dealing with it and then you come back and you wait by the dungeon entrance.”

“Yes Yami sir.”

“Keke, what’s happening Yami?” The Green Mantis Captain asked, though not really questioning why they were rushing off.

“The kids are in trouble at the dungeon. Ella hasn’t spoken just let it ring out- means it’s bad. Shit.” Yami and Jack were off through the portal, racing down the hill towards the dungeon’s door. (He hadn’t even taken into account that Jack never actually met the brat but definitely knew all about her- he’s not a dad!)

“Well then let us do as Captain’s do best Keke.” Jack laughed. “Save our brat’s asses.”

They could hear fighting, screaming and the tell-tale roar of Alder as the two Captain’s raced passed traps and hallways- Yami following the strong ki that belonged to his kids.

Yami Sukehiro almost froze in place, almost stumbled as they found the room with the kids. Alder was amidst snapping at a number of rogues away from two Crimson Lion’s- one with blonde hair silently screaming in pain as he grabbed his bent (most likely broken) leg. Asta and Yuno were faring better- slashing and striking at injured and water-soaked rogues who just kept getting up. Four eyes from the Golden Dawn had managed to capture a number of them in his magic while… where was Ella and the other Golden Dawn knight?

“What is that?” Jack asked, pointing towards the large water leviathan racing towards them- squawking as it did. Why was Alder coming their way. The two Captain’s continued forwards- eye darting around the room and just as Jack was readying to slash at Alder Yami halted him.

“Alder is Ella’s water spirit- do not slash him…” Jack only grunted and looked to the right of them where a loud crashing sound echoed before jerking his head upwards towards a man made of diamond.

“Captain Yami!” Asta called as a wave of magic made its way through the room, nearly knocking him back- he pointed the same way Jack had been looking. “Ella and Mimosa are over that way!”

“Some creepy perv has Mimosa.” The brunette Crimson Lion supplied now sending their own surge of magic towards the rogues. “Ella seemed pretty pissed about it.”

The ground began to shake, water welling up on the ground beneath them before rushing away again, the two Captain’s nodded as though they could read each other’s mind.

“You take diamond ass I’ll get the girls.” Yami stated, dashing off towards the crashing sound- the boys nearly finished dealing with the rogues around them. Alder slithered forwards head dipping down, nearly knocking the Black Bull’s Captain over as he landed on the beast’s back- it was too quick for him to think before Alder shot off again… towards a much larger version of him blasting away a weirdly oily looking man.

In any case Yami wasn’t even thinking now (and hadn’t been since he got the alert)- far too focused on the tsunami of raw mana coming from Ella as her sword arm hung limply at her side, Gloaming clattering on the ground while the large water beast took another strike at the man before dissolving into nothing but a small wave on the ground.

Alder moved faster, hurling Yami forwards with a flick of his body until he landed with a thud before the soaking wet- and thankfully unconscious man. His eyes darted towards the Golden Dawn girl, Mimosa the Crimson Lion kid had said, her left arm was burnt and her other was wrapped around her waist- her face was green as she stared down at the incapacitated man before snapping her attention towards Ella… who didn’t look like she was in the room… who’s hair was looking a little grey instead of brown in the dim light.

A crashing behind them told Yami enough- Jack had taken care of the mess behind them along with the other knights.

“Ella?” Mimosa stumbled forwards- unburnt hand grasping the non-limp arm. Yami strode forward too.

“Brat?” Yami knelt before them both, a million thoughts all at once rushing through his mind as the girl stared at the spot where the water dragon had been- even when Alder pressed his snout to her back she remained unmoving, paling slowly- like colour was being leached from her. Yami frowned as he spied a cut across her forehead (she could have hit her head for all he knew), eyed the unnatural slope of her right shoulder- shock… for some reason she was in shock either from the pain or anger or even the new spell she managed to conjure… her hair was turning silver again- that dye she had stopped using not even a fortnight ago no longer hid her roots though the rest of her hair was still a pale (and washed out) brown. Granted once she had started using the snack Vanessa and Charmy had made for Ella it took place in hiding the colour she seemed to hate.

Silvery white…

Silver…

Silv….

Oh.

No.

He shook his head, grabbing Ella’s face in his hands and turning her towards him.

“Snap out of it.” He commanded. “You’re a Black Bull, you’re a pain in my ass but you’re strong Ella so. snap. out. of. it.”

She blinked, finally, after what seemed like minutes she sucked in a breath.

“What happened?” She looked far too surprised for his liking. “I remember a wall of air hitting me and then running towards Mimosa… a new spell… when did you get here?”

Shit. She had blacked out. Why though… what made that happen? Yami didn’t really need to be asking these questions right now, he needed to get these kids out of the dungeon- to take them to Owen.

“You used the communicator to alert me- Jack and I got here as quick as we could. Not like you really needed us, you all took care of the rogues without us and from the sounds of his kekeing I’d say he took out diamond ass.”

“Is everyone alri-” She hissed as she tried to spin towards the others, her good hand flying to her sword arm that was limp at her side. “My sword arm- shit.”

He nearly laughed at the pout on her face and the soft curse before his eyes darted to her hair again- he leant forward and whispered (because he’s certain she doesn’t want anyone else to see the hair she hates).

“Got any more of those dye snacks you’re looking a little… pale.” Her eyes widened as she released her arm- wincing in pain as she did- hand darting to the small pouch on her side to grab what looked like one of those red and white mints. Tossing it into her mouth he watched in silent approval as the small thing worked its magic- her hair now that familiar golden brown again.

“Ella?” Mimosa tried again, eyes wide with worry- Ella’s were too and yet different. It was the kind of look you gave to someone you cared about deeply (he should know- it’s the same look he always gave his little sister), he filed that thought away for later. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine- are you?” She sounded frantic, she sounded normal- good… they could do with normal right now. “Can I touch you?”

He’s certain it wasn’t only his head that snapped back towards the two girls at that question.

“Keke… what did that creep do?” Yami refrained from elbowing the tall man now leaning over them. “I’ll slice him.”

“No-nothing!” Mimosa exclaimed, face flamed a bright red.

“Tell that to the burnt arm.” The brunette Crimson Lion said. “Klaus is using his magic to restrain all the rogues… bandits? Whatever they are- and Captain Jack took out the diamond guy.”

Mimosa stared at the ground, unburnt hand clasped in Ella’s uninjured hand- her burnt arm however was glowing a soft green.

“He grabbed me and tried to… touch me I guess. He didn’t though I fought him off even used my plant magic to restrain him before he grabbed my arm and did this- then Ella used a spell that did that to him.” She nodded towards the unconscious buffoon.

Yami sighed and stood, surveying the room and restrained assholes that he and Jack didn’t really need to help the kids deal with. Sighing again he looked between the kids and Jack who was staring at the slimy man- yeah the tall bastard could have him.

“We need to get you out of here- Julius can send people to scavenge through this shit, you all need a healer and neither Jack or I brought supplies. Let’s get out and go to Finral who should be at the entrance and get you all to Owen.”

~~*~~*~~*~~

It was disturbing having no memory of a small moment in time- especially for a person who remembers a different life, a different time. She genuinely only remembers feeling so angry, so vengeful as she rushed to help Mimosa, who truthfully could have handled herself even with an injured arm.

Arm.

She managed to fucking dislocate her arm and exhaust herself using Sea Dragon’s Roar, that had never happened in her last life.

Ella had barely registered reaching Finral before they were teleported right into Owen’s office where a bit was shoved in her mouth and her right shoulder reset- and maybe it was the shock, pain she had yet to register finally coming through but FUCK that hurt. Her forehead cut had just been given some salve and told it would heal in a day or two- but OW her arm.

Mimosa had her arm bandaged with Owen praising her healing (as he should she almost huffed in pride). Asta and Yuno only had a few bruises and scratches easily mended by bandages and some salve, Klaus (who she was still pissed with for his prattling about commoners even though he seemed to think she hadn’t heard it) was practically untouched aside a bruise or two and Nikolas had a newly healed (by Owen) scar, that had been a deep slice, down his back. Dorien was probably in the worst shape, a broken leg in two places from one of the rouges slamming iron straight into it- but otherwise also bruises and scratches.

A knock had heads turn towards the door- Marx sticking his head through to let them know that Julius would like to see them all. Yami grunted- Jack having left long ago- and scanned each and every one of them.

“Alright… let’s do this shit.” Ella could only smile weakly at her Captain.

Shit… she hadn’t told him that the rouges had said it was a trap yet.

[floripire]

“What do you know about werewolves?”

today will be different // @savagevillain

it is a strange thing, coming face to face with klaus mikaelson. it is a strange thing, floribeth thinks, because he's been so many things to so many different people.

he's been someone to love.

he's been someone to loathe.

he's been both in equal measure to multiple people. some of which are still around today. some of which aren't.

(while floribeth's long since graduated, she doesn't think she'll ever forget the fact that there's a book dedicated to him in the library. klaus mikaelson, it says, the great evil.

it's the only book that floribeth hasn't read. mostly out of respect for hope. but also because she's certain that derek machado is but a footnote. maybe not even that.

then again, isn't it also evil to talk dorian williams into working at a school that is very specifically built to celebrate the very person that has murdered your family?)

mister mikaelson can probably hear her brain whirring, hear her crunch the numbers to the point that she almost misses the question.

what do you know about werewolves?

and suddenly floribeth feels more human than ever, despite being a fanged creature of the night. she feels like she did whenever teachers called on her back when she still lived in maple hollows and went to school there.

her throat feels dry, and she thinks she could do with a blood infused lollypop or two, or a bloodbag.

maybe even someone who's willing to let drink from the vein, or take a little bite.

"that depends, sir." it's best to be polite. like her parents taught her to be. because while this interaction with hope's dad is actually quite pleasant, floribeth is no fool. all it takes is one misstep and things can go south real fast. "what do you want to know? because, well, there's the myth of king lycaeon, who got turned into the first werewolf after angering zeus. and there is lupa, the mother of remus and romulus. and though there are more weretigers than werewolves in indian lore and legends, certain people did carry the epithet 'vrikodara' which means 'wolf bellied'."

"and when people in the west say aswang," floribeth tells him, eyes sparkling. "they usually mean 'vampire' but it's actually a catch-all phrase, consisting of several categories. five. each distinctive category has a parallel and is a nod to a creature of the west: the vampire, the viscera sucker, the weredog, the witch and the ghoul. that's why in most accounts, it's a shapeshifter that shares characteristics of vampires and werewolves and witches specifically."

there is also the regular things: being beholden to the moon. silver - bullets or otherwise. aconite.

and the not so regular things like the werewolf witch trials in france during the sixteenth century - an offshoot of the european witch trials.

part of her wants to ask about paige billingsley and ray sutton now that she's answered his question but floribeth knows that it won't help her, so she doesn't. part of her wants to ask why he felt the need to ruin her sire's life back then, but she doesn't ask about that, either.

"you're not looking for the beast of gévaudan, are you, sir?" floribeth gives him a smile and hopes that he'll be gracious enough to ignore the fact that she's still wary - still scared, because derek made him seem like a monster. she fishes her phone out of the back pocket of her high waisted jeans and adds: "or the wolf packs spotted in anjou?"

[text to hope: sos your dad is here, asking about werewolves, no idea what to do now]

[text to the anti squad: love you, mean it <3]

[text to jed: klaus mikaelson is standing in front of our door, asking about werewolves; you and your sisters might want to take the long way 'round, just in case]

[text to jed: love you <3]

[cupcakemolotov]

Fall With You

I ended up pinch hitting for the exchange! It was fun, if slightly wild 48 hours to put this together. Written for the lovely @queencarolinemikaelson​. I’m really glad you enjoyed it since it ended up being a fluff fest of roommate co-hab. Also a big thank you to @bellemorte180​ for putting this graphic together!

I put the first but under a cut, bit under a cut, but the full story is almost 9K, so the link to the story is at the bottom. :)

Summary: When life throws her a curve ball in the form of her good looking, yet moody roommate, Caroline takes it in stride as best she can. Her living situation was a favor, after all, and rent is anything but cheap in NYC. Its the part where she actually starts to like him that she can't quiet figure out how to manage. Lust was one thing, but feelings? 

Warnings: Alternate Universe; Alternate; Universe - Human; Alternate Universe - Roommates/Housemates; Minor Character Death; not otp; Family Drama; Family Dynamics; Fluff and Humor; Domestic Fluff; Tooth-Rotting Fluff; Mild Smut; Human Caroline Forbes; Human Klaus Mikaelson; Living Room Picnics; Wine; Dates That Aren't Dates; They Could Really Get Their Shit Together Faster; but not really; Making Out; Some petting; NSFW just to be safe            

It was almost three am, her feet were killing her, and her key was stuck in her front door.

Seriously, what was with her luck today? The door had always been finicky, but until earlier this week the lock had been behaving itself. It’d gone from not wanting to turn properly to straight up mutiny in four days. It was an easy fix, unlike the door, but it also required a trip to the store and she just hadn’t had time. Amazon could have delivered the powdered graphite, but she was on a budget and believed in shopping local.

Her two year savings plan to finish her degree would not manifest itself if she bought things simply because they were convenient.

Squeezing her eyes shut, Caroline seriously considered just leaning up against the door jam and spending the night outside. It was early summer, and the air had cooled to a balmy sixty-five degrees, leaving the usually stifling hallway almost comfortable. If only she didn’t smell so heavily of beer. Shifting her weight, she winced as her shoes squelched, a reminder of the truly spectacular ending to her night. Her eight hour shift had almost doubled when the night shift manager had called in sick. Usually that wouldn’t have been a problem, but the only other person with keys was out of town leaving Caroline holding the bag to close.

She knew from experience that she had about an hour before she crashed, the rush from kicking out the lingering guests who had been clearly on an epic brawl crawl having mostly faded after the hour long subway ride home. Right then, the only thing keeping her upright was the fact that she was starving, her dinner had been rushed and only half eaten, and the knowledge that if she made it into her apartment she had the next two days off. Tomorrow she could sleep in, and if she was really lucky, her roommate’s night had gone well enough he could be coaxed into making pancakes.

Cheered by the thought, Caroline dug out her cell phone from the backpack she’d slung over her shoulder and checked it for a response. She hadn’t been sure if Klaus had beaten her home or if he was still out celebrating, but either way, he hadn’t bothered to respond yet. Her lips compressed into a thin line.

Usually, she could depend on Klaus to be awake when she finished a night shift, her roommates' hours were only reliable on how sporadic they were and depending on her schedule, hers weren’t much better. But with his big event tonight, she had no idea what he had decided to do. Honestly, would it kill the man to respond to her texts?

She’d expected him to ignore her rapidly typed apology and well wishes she’d sent in-between bites of food. Klaus wasn’t particularly good at handling sentiment of any kind and supremely anti-emoji, and she’d made a point to send several of them. She’d hoped it’d give him something to be annoyed about that wasn’t his evening plans. He needed to schmooze, and a scowl-y Klaus would not accomplish that at all.

He could be charming, when he wanted to be. She’d seen it. He just didn’t deploy full dimples unless he wanted something. Her reminders the night before that he needed to earn his half of the rent without getting carpal tunnel hadn't impressed him.

Too bad. She’d been right, and he’d known it.

He had mentioned a couple of his friends were trying to talk him into drinks afterwards, back when she had thought she might be able to join him. Usually, she would be thrilled that he was getting out and actually seeing people instead of trying to live off granola bars and tea. But right then she really wanted him to be home and grumpy so he could unlock the door. She wondered if texting Marcel with an S.O.S would be rude?

Things were a lot less complicated when she only liked Klaus for the rent he helped cover. Wanting him home, even just for a lock-related emergency wasn’t a thought she would have had even six months ago. Klaus was not what one would label as a comfortable roommate for most of the time. He was far too prickly for that, and he could be snarly in the mornings. Which fair, so could she, but the moodiness. Caroline hadn’t been one to spend much time around the art scene, either at Uni or in high school, but she’d spent the last year learning that there was a lot to be said about artistic temperaments, most of it unflattering.

She was fairly certain Klaus had been born a contrary grump, his winning personality had nothing to do with his chosen profession, she could certainly see how he’d been drawn to the lifestyle, talent aside. Most people immediately laughed off his acerbic tongue once they learned he was an artist, his behavior brushed aside as temperamental. His goods certainly helped his cause, and his accent added a layer of charm that otherwise might not have existed.

She was not so forgiving.

The first few months of their co-hab had not been easy. Klaus was messy, absent minded, and had ruined three of her towels with paint splatter before she’d blown her lid. The apartment was small enough that avoiding each other was nearly impossible, and her preferred kind of stress relief had to be timed for when she was alone, and so they’d been forced to deal with their annoyances. To Klaus’ credit, while he’d been snappish in return, he’d somehow managed to keep a lid on the worst of his temper.

They’d argued, multiple times, they were both stubborn and used to being right, but they’d eventually found some kind of middle ground. Snapping had softened into bickering, and Caroline had stopped nitpicking him about his notebooks being spread across the house and the incorrect way he rolled his toothpaste, and he stopped leaving towels on the floor and made a point to contain his absentminded mess to his room.

And then they started to talk, sometimes about work, sometimes about art, and she’d realized she kind of liked him as a person. She’d started dragging him to her group lunches on her days off, much to Rebekah’s despair, and they might have become something like friends. Except for the part where every so often, she’d look at him and something about the way he stood, the angle of his jaw or the line of his throat left her wanting to jump his bones.

It was really frustrating, when her existence didn’t even seem to phase him.

So she’d done her best to ignore whatever that little spark was between them when it flared up, and not upset the status quo. Because the past year had been better than she could have imagined. Before her mom had died, she would never have considered the life she found herself living now as a good one.

She’d just wrapped her third year at NYU, had exactly 24 hours of classes left before graduation, and had managed to wrangle her schedule so that her final semester would be a cake walk of classes. The cherry on top had been the kick ass internship she’d lined up for the summer. Her five year plan was perfectly on track, her excellent grades gave her a shot at graduating with honors, and she couldn’t wait to show her mom around New York City from the eyes of a local. She’d spent three years putting together a binder, collecting menus from her favorite places to eat and brochures from all the museums and the jam packed tourists locations to offer her mom some variety.

Then she’d gotten that phone call that had thrown everything into a tale spin.

Blowing out a breath, Caroline bounced on her toes and debated best her course of action. She could probably get her key out of the lock if she was very careful, though the past twenty minutes said her luck wasn’t great, Forbes women were nothing if not stubborn, but there was also a chance she would break the key off in the lock and she could already see the little smirk on Klaus’ face if she did. Her hand tightened on the strap of her backpack. He still hadn’t forgiven her for being far more comfortable with power tools than he was and her perfectly reasonable gloating probably hadn’t helped much, if she was honest.

She kind of didn’t regret it. Poking Klaus sizable ego was a favorite past time of hers, and he seemed to enjoy their back and forth as much as she did. Her mental tally had her up two points this month, and she wanted to keep her lead.

Unfortunately, things weren’t really going in her favor just then. Sighing, Caroline tucked her phone back into her bag and admitted defeat. She’d have to figure this one out herself. Either Klaus’ event had run long and he had actually taken her advice to schmooze people or he was home and had drunk enough that he was sleeping like the dead.

Either of those options would not help her now.

Her best bet now was to go and eat a giant piece of pie, drink her weight in caffeine, and trudge her way to the little mom and pop shop that sold a little of everything, including graphite, once it became a reasonable hour. She’d fix her lock and then crash for the following eight hours of hopefully uninterrupted sleep, and leave a very pointed sticky note on the coffee pot so Klaus knew not to disturb her.

Satisfied with the makings of her plan, she shifted her backpack to her other shoulder, mentally reviewing the pie menu, and paused when the elevator dinged from behind her. Sliding her teeth between her lip, Caroline turned and blew out a breath when she recognized the tumble of ruffled curls stepping into the hall. The hallway was dimly lit, so it took a moment for her brain to really understand what else she was seeing.

Klaus was wearing a tux.

Logically, she’d known he was going to be wearing one. His event that night had been important, his work had finally made it into a gallery tonight and it was a Big Deal. His first real show outside of the fancy art school he had attended, and he had spent months fretting over his work and brooding silently in his room as nothing met his incredibly exacting standards. Klaus had even brought home a couple of canvas to work in the questionable light of his bedroom instead of the small studio space he and five other artists pooled their money to share.

Much to her annoyance.

No amount of febreeze really removed the scent of acrylics and turpentine, and she’d been worried if she tried to burn her stash of scented candles something would catch on fire. She’d held her tongue though, because Klaus was never nervous. He was in fact annoyingly difficult to rattle even in the most ridiculous of situations, the man had absolutely no shame, and the way he’d almost jittered had been weird and kind of enduring. Since he’d seen her in numerous states of frantic and alarmed, it was nice for things to end up on a little more even ground for once. She’d done her best to force him to eat something that looked like actual food every so often, and tried to stay quiet when she knew he was working in his bedroom.

She’d even helped him pick out the tuxedo from the catalogue he’d brought home from the store he had planned to rent from. There was a fancy evening gown that she’d rented hanging in her closet that Caroline had planned to wear to go with him before work had made that impossible. But knowing all that, and actually seeing him in that tux were not nearly the same thing.

Caroline blinked rapidly. Her paint speckled roommate, with his surly attitude and annoying dimples, was wearing a tux. And he looked really, really good. He’d undone his tie so it hung loosely around his neck, and his jacket was loose and unbuttoned around his waist, his curls still somewhat tamed along his forehead. Something very much like arousal jolted through her as he looked up, the low light highlighting the scruff along his jaw and the length of his neck. For a moment, he just stared at her, as surprised as she and then his head tipped and his brow arched, lips tugging up at the corners.

“Waiting on me?”

The rest can be found here: A03

[super-unpredictable98]

Be My Valentine

Fandom: The Umbrella Academy

Pairing: Klaus x Vicky (OC - The Eighth Child’ verse)

Word Count: 1,2k

Warning: Strong language, weed

(Masterlist)

I've always hated Valentine's Day, for obvious reasons... It is just a cash-grabbing holiday for people to buy chocolate, flowers, and stupid teddy bears. But if I'm being honest, I mainly hated it because I have always been a relationship disaster.

The day was beautiful, the sun decided to come out for some reason despite the cold, so I woke up by getting hit in the eyes with a blinding light, delightful... I looked to my side, Klaus was sleeping on his stomach, I took a few seconds to stare at his ass in his hot pink underwear, but I ended up feeling like a pervert and just got up.

"Good morning, Liebling," Klaus drawled, dragging himself out of bed and finding me in the kitchen.

"Hungry?"

"Why do you ask when you already know the answer?" he lit up a joint between his lips.

I chuckled, putting a plate with an omelet in front of him. Klaus smiled and offered me the joint, I took it as I sat down by his side.

"Any plans for today?" I mindlessly asked.

"No, I got a couple of texts, but I'm not really in the mood for Valentine's Day," he mumbled through a mouthful of food.

"I guess that makes two of us then," I sighed.

"Do you wanna go out?"

That question made my heart skip a beat, was Klaus really inviting me to a Valentine's Day date?

"You mean like a..."

"Yeah, like an anti-Valentine's Day date."

"Oh," I gave him back the joint and hugged my knees, that's probably the best I can get. "Yeah, sure."

"Cool, so maybe we could watch a movie, get some food..."

"Yeah, totally."

"I'm gonna get dressed," Klaus shoved the rest of the omelet in his mouth and disappeared into the room.

I groaned, taking another drag of the joint. Why did I think he was gonna ask me out on a date? I felt like the dumbest person to ever exist. 

Should I get dressed up? No, he's gonna think you're desperate... Maybe just a little bit, like some lipstick and mascara. I would have a lot of time to think about it, Klaus takes forever to get ready.

"Let's go, I'm starving, Klausie," I was trying to get my hair under control.

"Did you smoke the whole joint?" Klaus looked at my reflection, both eyes bloodshot.

"Yeah," I giggled, that was probably the most I've ever smoked in my life, but I thought it would take the edge off of being on a fake date with the only man I ever loved in my life and wanted to go on a real date with, no biggie.

"Jesus, Schnucki, you are higher than the Empire State!" fun fact, that song had not yet come out, and to this day I think Klaus originated that expression.

"Cannot be that bad, can it?" I didn't feel that weird, it just felt like reality was like a thick transparent gelatine that I was walking through.

"I'll take care of you, it's alright," he kissed the top of my head and gave me a pair of sunglasses. "Here, you might need it, let's get you some water before we leave, alright? Are you thirsty?"

"Very," I smiled.

"Good, come with me,"

Klaus got a jar from the fridge and handed it to me, not bothering with a cup. I took a few sips and tried to give it back to him, but he waved his finger in my direction, indicating I should drink more.

Once I drank some more water, Klaus took my hand and we left the house. I wasn't completely out of it, but I was definitely feeling kinda funny, which I suppose was good, taking into consideration the circumstances.

"Wanna go eat something?" Klaus snorted, watching me skipping around with a huge grin on my face.

"Yessss, I'm so hungry," I clung to his arm.

"I can imagine... What do you want?"

"How about some brownies? Some croissants! I want a chocolate croissant!"

"Sounds good, come on, you little stoner, don't let go of my hand."

"Klaus, I'm not drunk, I'm fine."

"I don't think you understand how much of a lightweight you are, Schnucki."

"I feel normal..."

"You don't look normal, but it's okay," he kissed the top of my head once again as we entered a cafe that was a couple of blocks away from our apartment.

"You're exaggerating, Klausie. Tá viajando na maionese total."

"And now you're speaking Portuguese... Okay," Klaus laughed, pointing at the tiny poster next to the cash register. "Vicky, check that out! Free cookie for a kiss."

"Okay?" I looked at him without understanding.

"Are you thinking what I'm thinking?"

"Oh! You mean..."

"Let's get our cookie, Liebchen."

Klaus dragged me to the register with a smile, his arm draped around my  shoulder.

"Are you sure you're..."

"Hey," he smiled at the bored-looking girl behind the counter. "Can I please have two hot chocolates, a brownie, a chocolate croissant, and the Valentine's Day cookie?"

"Sure, one sec," the girl turned around to get our order ready.

Part of me was enjoying this game... How many times have I played pretend,  imagined being his girlfriend? Now he was playing along with me.

"Thank you, love," Klaus took the paper bag and the cups from her hand.

"You're supposed to kiss now?"

"Don't you think it's a little perverted to watch people kiss in exchange for a cookie?" Klaus cocked one eyebrow.

"Yeah, but if my boss somehow finds out that I gave out the cookie just like that, I'll get fired and go back to working for my dad, so just get this over with?"

"Wow, okay..." I laughed.

"Fine, no big deal, right sweetie?" Klaus shrugged.

I didn't have time to process as he pulled me by the waist and pressed his lips to mine softly, a feather-like touch that made my entire body freeze, that made me feel more than I ever felt having sex with any of my exes.

"Happy Valentine's Day," the poor girl nodded unenthusiastically, probably tired of watching random people kiss for a cookie.

"Score!" Klaus took a bite of it and passed it on to me as we left the shop.

"Uhum..." I simply hummed, unable to say anything.

"You're not mad, are you? It was just a little peck, like when we were kids."

"No, not mad," I murmured quietly.

"Oh, good... It was worth it, right? The cookie is pretty good," I noticed Klaus was taking me to the movie theatre.

"It is."

"What happened? What got into you?"

"Nothing," I filled my mouth with food to avoid saying anything else.

"If I didn't know any better I'd think you got a little flustered there..."

"Flustered with what?" I scoffed, nearly choking.

Of course I was flustered! The man I've been dreaming about ever since I can understand human relationships just touched my lips with his lips, and I was high as a kite, it's like the world stopped spinning.

"You know... If you wanted to kiss me that bad, you could've just told me," Klaus teased, tickling my sides.

"Shut up! That was nothing," I probably sounded way more exasperated than intended.

"Uhum..." he nodded skeptically, I still remember that shit-eating smirk he had on. "If I knew you were so touch starved I would've given you a real kiss. Maybe after the movie starts and the lights go down..."

"Stop that, I'm just high and confused, and-"

"What movie do you wanna watch?" Klaus realized how bothered I was and for once in his life he decided to stop pushing, kissing my temple softly. "Do you wanna go to Target tomorrow? All the candy will be on sale..."

Tag List: @elliethesuperfruitlover @misskittysmagicportal @nightingale-rose @firstpersonnarrator @ghouls-buddy

[certifiedceraunophile]

More Salty asks 👀

18, 21, 5, 4, 3, 7, 10.

ty <3

So sorry it took me so long to answer anon but here's the salt you've asked for

18. Does not shipping something ‘popular’ mean you’re in denial and/or biased?

God no, wtf kind of logic is that, you can or not do something, as in shipping, or stanning or being an anti, for literally ANY reason including no reason, I repeat, you dont need a single fucking reason, much less a "valid" one, there is literally nothing called a valid reason when it comes to fandom bc all reasons are valid at the end of the day, since it's ffs JUST fiction. If you dont ship/stan something popular good for you, hang out w your rare pairs and fall in love w your minor characters, you want to write terrible fucking incoherent anti-metas about a character that's very popular, go ahead DO IT, literally nothing should stop you, it is not problematic to HATE an objectively good character w absolutely no reason, it's not problematic to LOVE a scumbag character for the shallowest reason, it's not problematic to condone evil acts done by your fav character and praise them and love them for it, it is not problematic to want a character killed simply bc they mildly grate you, it is not problematic to do or feel anything about a character as long as your aware that this character or ship cannot be removed from their fictional world and you are simply judging a fictional object who's actions and principles are bound to the fictional world they exist in and cannot in any way affect the real world beyond the value of entertainment.

--also completely tangential side note but if anybody thinks the depravities or deplorable actions explored in a fictional work can in anyway enable real life people who have consumed such media, to do and/or consider the same, I would politely suggest you to restrain from projecting your grossly malleable mind that's clearly more impressionable the wet stinking cement on to others, bc believe it or not most of us have this innate ability to not only separate fiction from reality, but also pick and choose what media we consume is allowed to influence us in addition to entertaining us--

But back to the point, my answer to that question is no, you are not biased, you are not in denial, you simply choose not to invest your time and energy and mindspace into this one fictional being or couple and that is just about the most valid thing as any.

21.What are your thoughts on crack ships?

absolutely love them, I really wish there are more absolutely WILD ships that have no logical reasoning behind them to exist in the fandoms I am part of.

5.Has fandom ever ruined a pairing for you?*

Nope. although it has made a ship I was already mildly averse to even more worse in my eyes, but I dont think that counts.

4.Do you have a NoTP in your fandom? Are they a popular OTP?

Yep and it's a LIST, let's see Steroline, Bamon, Klayley, Klamille, Marbekah, I HATE KOLVINA.

And yeah that's about it, don't get me wrong I dont like many ships and need to click off ff if they are a part of it as a side pairing, but these are the ones I loathe w a passion bc one half of the ship is a character I absolutely LOVE and the other half is just the GREATEST disservice done to said characters,

For steroline- I wish stefan was never fished out from the bottom of that lake.

Bamon- Damon can get his dick skinned.

Klayley- Klaus is a fucking cockroach I agree. but Hayley good god is not helping the situation at all. Same for Klamille.

Marbekah-it's incest yall first of all, and second Rebekah deserves a man who fucking chooses her EVERYTIME and not just once when it's convenient for him.

Kolvina: I-I-do I even need to elaborate?? THE DISSERVICE DONE TO KOL. Christ. I am sorry but this ship I truly hate w a passion too strong for me to even bother playing it cool.

3. Have you ever unfollowed someone over a fandom opinion?

Nope. But I do block that specific tag/content so that when they post about the specific topic we disagree on I am not able to see it, CURATE YOUR FANDOM EXPERIENCE ALWAYS THANKS, and also having shitty shipping opinions is the last thing you can do to get me fired up and stop talking to you, my bff is both a steroline shipper and a Kolvina shipper, but she's my ride or die, like fandom opinions and thoughts on a fictional character amount to literally NOTHING in real life, and I really hope people understand that, but also at the same time in tumblr specifically, if a blog you follow posts anti-posts about your fav character or something like that absolutely unfollow them if you are not comfortable seeing it? following them to engage in fandom discourse is not something I personally would ever do, but as long both the parties involved are interested in discourse i see no harm, but if youre not willing to engage or even see such content ma'am wtf is it even doing on your dash UNFOLLOW and block the tag please.

[already answered the next q so I'm copy pasting it here]

7. Is there anything you used to like but can’t stand now?

oh lmao I wouldnt have been able to understand this question yesterday, but like today I was again hunting scenes for gifs, and I found that Marcel actually holds no appeal to me, in fact, If Elijah decided to slap his head off, I wouldnt have minded at all. Also I was a forwood shipper at the time but now I look at them and have this inexplicable urge to scratch something.

10. Most disliked arc? Why?

Redemption arcs, jfc I HATE THEM, mostly bc my ability to perceive villains shuttles between two distinct opposites, "They are depraved, and evil and everything wrong in this world and I LOVE THEM." or "They are depraved and evil and everything wrong in the world and I HATE THEM" there is literally no in between, so in the first case I love them precisely because they are the scourge of the earth, and a redemption arc [not that I've ever seen one done even mildly ok-ish for the characters to actually redeem them] will literally work to unfuck their fuckiness that I absolutely ADORE. So no I do not want redemption arcs for them at all, and on the flip side when I hate an evil character the only redemption I will accept is them being of good use to the maggots that feast on their dead rotten corpse.

This is the ask

[howwelldoyouknowyourmoon]

Blessed Child podcast by Renrobot. The BITE model parts 3 and 4, and a story from Africa.

https://anchor.fm/blessed-child2/episodes/Thought-Control-Explained-e10jbrh

May 10 Thought Control Explained!  (1:25:32) During this Instagram live Renrobot deconstructed thought control in the Unification Church through her own experiences while talking and sharing with others. People from all over the world chimed in and created a very rich dialogue of deconstruction. Also, the murder mentioned happened in 2002. _______________________

https://anchor.fm/blessed-child2/episodes/Emotional-Control-Explained-e10pabf

May 13 Emotional Control Explained  (1:01:29) And we are at the end of the BITE model of authoritarian control. Time to move forward to deconstruct other aspects of the cult. Thank you so much for listening and following this journey. Much love to my listeners, I hope you feel empowered. Remember every time a moonie escapes the cult, a fairy gets its wings. _______________________

https://anchor.fm/blessed-child2/episodes/Labor-trafficking-in-Africa-e10qprl

May 13 Labor trafficking in Africa  (45:06) During this LIVE Instagram was able to connect with a former Unification Church member in Africa. We share the similarities and the differences of our experience in the Unification Church. She also shares insight of what the UC is doing in Africa, in her own experience. We discuss the origins of the UC/FFWPU’s labor trafficking fast food joint Burger Hut and Heaven' G burger. Unknown if they are paying members decent salaries but they are a non-profit fast food restaurant... whatever that is 🤔 _______________________

Blessed Child podcast by Renrobot. Welcome and BITE model parts 1 and 2.

The BITE model developed by Steven Hassan, PhD.

Robert Jay Lifton’s Eight Conditions of Thought Reform (1963)

Sensibly Speaking Podcast: Terror, Love and Brainwashing ft. Alexandra Stein

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James (Jin Sung) Park’s VEEMA scam

FTC Acts to Halt Vemma as Alleged Pyramid Scheme

Rolling Stone magazine: Selling the Bro Dream: Are Frat Boys Peddling Vemma Suckers?
 Vemma, the wildly popular energy drink company, may or may not be a pyramid scheme, but it’ll definitely be on your college campus soon

John Oliver, pyramid schemes and James (Jin Sung) Park’s VEEMA

Complaints about James (Jin Sung Moon) Park’s VEEMA visit to Northern California in 2011

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South America

“The Unification Church is truly anti-Christian” and produces “a species of material and spiritual slavery.” Catholic Bishops in Honduras

Brazil Federal Authorities raid offices linked to Sun Myung Moon

Sun Myung Moon:
 “From today on, if you meet anybody around you who criticizes or judges True Family because of what is happening right now, you can hit them in the mouth. If anyone writes a wrong letter to True Family you can break their arm.”     
February 24, 1996, Sao Paolo, Brazil

The Unification Church and the KCIA – ‘Privatizing’ covert action: the case of the UC

Sun Myung Moon’s Drug Paradise

Sun Myung Moon: Emperor of the Universe Transcript and VIDEO

Labor Trafficking by the Unification Church: In South America young members are being offered the chance of a university education, and are then being put on fundraising teams for 2 or 3 years. Rev Kang – the Korean continental director for youth education – is organizing this. About one percent do get to university. Many of the young members of Peru are being enticed. In the words of the Unification Church leader who told me this a few days ago – this is “deception.” The young people eventually get home and they are angry, and their families feel cheated. Somebody just wants the money. They don't care about the hearts of the young people at all. I have further details on this. I think someone is trying to set up MFTs in Brazil to make it another source of cash, since things are getting difficult in Japan, and Brazil has a growing economy. (unknown date)

In 1985 the Washington Times sponsored a fund for the Contras in Nicaragua who committed atrocities, and trafficked drugs to the US

In Bolivia, Moon disciple Tom Ward and the former Hitler SS Officer, Klaus Barbie were often seen together

How Sun Myung Moon’s organization helped to establish Bolivia as South America’s first narco-state.

FFWPU President of IAPP Prosecuted for Money Laundering and Drug Smuggling in US Court; may be connected to UC / FFWPU Leadership

CAUSA and Three South American Terror Generals

“In Korea, one even senses a fear, like one induced by the Mafia, among the opposition, and … outspoken opponents speak of death threats.” Prof. Sontag, 1976

Moon’s followers poured a pot of urine and feces on the head of a Seoul University Professor of Religion.

“WHY did you disobey my order?” … Mr. Yoshizumi hit me and pushed me twice … against a sharp, protruding corner…

Hyun-Jin Preston Moon violence at the New Yorker Hotel

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Purity Culture discussion with Faith Y3n – on Ren’s ‘Blessed Child’ podcast

https://anchor.fm/blessed-child2/episodes/Faith-Y3n-on-Purity-Culture-e12pe3t

June 15, 2021
1:30:37

Faith Y3n on Purity Culture 
I found myself deconstructing purity culture on IG live at 1am, when the illustrious Faith Y3n joined in for this complex deconstruction. The conversation has been edited to respect the privacy of other people’s stories and add some info in places. Thanks for joining us. Ren

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La Secta Moon – español ________________________________
 La Secte Moon – français : 


J’ai arraché mes enfants à Moon – Nansook Hong

[beerecordings]

Memory - Part 3

He shivers on the floor of his cell, curled in on himself, sobbing from the cold.

Frigid air burns down against him like a solstice curse, biting venomously at his bare flesh. He used to say he preferred winter to summer, preferred a nip of cold and deep breaths of clear air as you tug up your scarf and hurry off down the icy pavement to the melting, insufferable, inescapable heat of the summertime, but this?

Hellfire runs cold.

“You look a little frosty there, Oskar.”

Oh, joy. And someone to mock him, too, just to make his life a little more perfect.

“Fuck off,” he croaks, turning around to hide his face from Anti.

“You're having another one of your crybaby days, are you?”

He digs his nails into his shoulders. If he draws some blood out, maybe it will be warm. He can't feel his nose anymore.

“I'm having hypothermia,” Henrik corrects, tears washing down his frozen cheeks. “I will die if you leave me like this.”

“Wouldn't be the worst thing.”

Henrik gives a dry sob, huddling in so tight his head hits his knees, rocking his body against the floor. He needs something to think about, anything to keep his mind off this. Warm coffee the way Marvin makes it, Jameson resting his head between his shoulderblades when he's tired, Jackie's voice, zipping around town on Chase's bike in early August, a nephew and niece set on one thigh each, nice dinners with nice girls, Marvin's cats, his room, his bed, his house, his friends.

He wants to go home.

“How about a blanket?” offers Anti.

“Ha ha,” rasps Henrik, swallowing back a cough.

“I'm serious. Look. Here it is, a nice one!”

“Well, are you planning to give it to me? Huh?”

“Calm down, Franz, of course I am. It just comes at a cost, of course. I can't give you something for nothing.”

Henrik should know better than to look. But he does. And fuck, but it's a beautiful blanket.

Fleece. Storm blue. Big enough to keep a pair of Inuit warm in an icestorm.

“Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you,” he chants, covering his eyes. “You're mocking me, you're mocking me!”

Anti laughs, throwing the blanket over his shoulder. “You really don't expect anything from me anymore!”

“What? What do you want? Should I beg for you again? Do you get off on that? My other ear, would you like that? My hair, just to make sure I don't have anything at all to keep warm? Blood, you fucking vampire?”

Anti's smile is different today. His tongue flickers out over a twisted grin, one of his canines poking out to gnaw on his lip. His eyes flicker from side to side, assessing, assessing, impatient.

“Nothing so worthless as your little body today, my puppet. Don't you know I'm cold too? Just because I'm immortal doesn't mean I want to be uncomfortable. I will trade you this warmth for some of yours. Something to keep the heart cozy on lonely winter days like this one.”

Henrik's heartbeat rockets and he shoves himself farther away, scraping his back against the wall, gritting his teeth hard in his mouth.

“No,” he snarls, trembling so hard his muscles ache from it. “No, I hated that, having you take something from my head. I still don't know what I’ve up.”

“Pet, it wasn't something important. Just a couple little scenes. You picked them out yourself! And I'll let you pick this one too. Just something small, for a big, gorgeous blanket. For your life, really. I won't give you anything otherwise. And you will freeze, if you don't have it.” He beams with mismatched eyes.

“No,” whispers Henrik, turning away. Block him out. Ignore him. Think of sunlight drifting down through the window in their kitchen, making sure Jackie has enough sunscreen on his neck, his favorite sweater, the dog that lives across the street, Chase's chocolate pumpkin bread fresh out of the oven, a kiss, a hug, mittens and scarves, sleeping wrapped up in blankets on a grand Queen mattress...

“Don't ignore me, you stupid little bitch!” screams Anti, a glitch spasming through his voice and making it ring in a high-pitched whine. Henrik sobs and covers his bleeding ear, curling impossibly tighter. “I'll be back in an hour! And by then you'll be begging to hand over whole meals worth of memories for some fleece on your skin, mark my fucking words!”

Anti is gone.

Henrik is left alone with the cold, gnawing away at him like a toddler given a pig's rib to eat.

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His hair was warm beneath his fingers.

Henrik pushed his glasses up on his nose and looked up at the picture of the model on the counter in front of him, combing through the downy curls, wetting them straight with a little spray bottle which, before that day, had only ever been used to train Marvin's cats to stop scratching at the curtains. Jameson, eyes closed, relaxed, sat straight and still on his little stool, waiting for him to finish. Henrik snipped, snipped, snipped away at his hair, shorter and shorter, neater and neater.

The door pushed open across the house and he heard Marvin and Chase hollering from the cold, bringing a draft of freezing wind with them as they scampered across the doorstep. Jackie shouted a greeting and Henrik rolled his eyes as the three of them began a yelled conversation from two different sides of the house. Jamie only tittered in reply and Henrik patted his head, trying not to smile.

The heater kicked on and poured warm air down on their heads, ruffling Jameson's new haircut as Henrik finished double-checking the last few strands. He clapped a hand on his little brother's shoulder, humming to himself, and began wiping up stray pieces of brown and teal hair from the sink, leaving Jameson to consider himself in the mirror for a moment.

When he looked back up, Henrik found him smiling.

Something warm as fresh coffee rose up in Henrik's chest. Jameson grinned at him and brushed his hands through his shortened hair, pleased.

“It is very you,” said Henrik, drawing another smile out of him. “A little old-fashioned, but you pull it off.”

“Thanks to you,” answered Jameson's hands.

Henrik grinned and set his chin on top of his head, running his fingers over the side of Jameson's hair. His little brother reached up to find his hands and squeezed the fingers fondly, and for a moment, Henrik let himself rest there with him, soaking in his warmth.

“Th-that,” stammers Henrik, his hands reaching desperately through the frigid bars of his cage, scrabbling for the blanket. “Please. Take that for the blanket. He would not mind. He would not want for me to be frozen to death. Surely. Surely.”

“Sure, yeah, he wouldn't care.” Shaking with anticipation, Anti drops the blanket and leans down to grab Henrik's chin, tilting his head up towards him. His eyes are colder than the concrete, and entering into them is like his head had been put through the ice of a frozen river, but then the moment is gone, and so too is the memory of cutting Jameson's hair, and he is alone with his blanket and his shame, wondering what it was that he surrendered.

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Henrik is awoken two days later by cold iron slamming against the bars of his cage.

“What, what?” he cries, jolting awake and striking his head hard on the top bars. Whimpering, he sinks back in on himself, staring tearfully up at Anti as the pain rocks through his skull.

He expects him to be laughing.

He is not laughing.

Anti's eyes are those of a dog chained away from its meat for too long and his hands tremble minutely, clenching and unclenching around the carved handle of the iron knife. He swallows and glances around the cage, his eyes finally settling back on Henrik's again.

This is not the first time Anti has looked so wild Henrik does not call him human. Shrinking in on himself, Henrik closes his eyes and prays that whatever it is that Anti has devised to entertain himself tonight will not be so horrible.

No, wait – today, not tonight. There's a little light come in Henrik's window still.

“Why are you waking me up so early?” rasps Henrik, by now adjusted completely to his brother's nocturnality. “What's wrong?”

“Shut up,” snaps Anti, drawing away from the cage. “Shut up, just – just – I want more of that. That thing you gave me.”

“The... the memory? From the other day?”

“Yes, you brainless welp, what else could you possibly have to give me? I'm bored out of mind. I'm always – I'm always so bored, you don't understand, it's like nothing ever even – in my head, nothing hurts, nothing aches, nothing – I don't feel – ”

Anti trails off, snarling, tearing at his hair. He grips the knife too tight in his hand.

Henrik watches, picking at a scar on his wrist, trying to think. This is just another puzzle. He's good at puzzles. He can figure it out. Right now, his intuition is telling him the best solution is to keep quiet and let this unfold.

“Give me a memory, Klaus,” Anti entreats him, recovering himself a little, standing up with a coy smile meant to be warm, his voice dripping with sugar. “You'll be a good boy for master, won't you? You'll give your owner a memory like a good little creature.”

Henrik shivers and rubs at his shoulders, curling up in his blanket.

“C-can't give you something for nothing,” he croaks finally, pushing his shattered glasses up on his nose.

Anti lets out a sharp bark of laughter. His eyes are bright. He holds up a finger and then retreats into the hallway, his heavy footsteps stomping away, only to return moments later with his hands full.

Henrik straightens up so fast he nearly strikes his head again, his mouth falling slightly open. He stares between Anti and his reward, trying to figure out if this is a joke or not.

“Tasty, yes? Good for you! You must keep the scurvy away, pet. Yummy, sweet. Good to drink too. Mmh, lecker!”

Henrik's fingers reach out past the bars of his cage, barely skimming the scratchy string that binds together a bulk bag of blood oranges.

“Six whole pounds,” crows Anti, pressing them a little closer, letting Henrik smell the good sweet skin. “I knew you'd love it. When was the last time you had a treat like this? Or anything to eat but yams and canned corn, ha! Come on, so, darling, it's a deal?”

He licks at his lips. Henrik tries not to lick at his own.

“Throw in a couple jugs of water and some protein.” He holds his chin up. “And I'll give you what you want.”

A ripple of glitching runs through Anti's form and he drops the oranges to the ground, stalking off again and coming back with three whole liter-jugs of water and a can of – ugh, canned tuna. It'll have to do.

“Something like last time,” Anti demands, opening the cage door. “But – but – I don't know. Bitter. Everything you give me is so sweet.”

Henrik's mouth twitches grimly as he tugs the oranges towards himself, tearing into the skin with shaking hands and eyes blown wide with the strength of his hunger and craving. He wants to shove his hand inside the orange and lick the juice off like a wild thing, wants to tear the fruit out and fill his mouth until he fucking chokes, and if it kills him, then what a way to go!

No, no! Savor it, Henrik, savor it. Staring down at the little scrap of skin, he reaches slowly up, and places it into his mouth, chewing down on the almost empty, but ever-so-slightly sweet taste of the rind.

“Puppet,” growls Anti, crossing his arms over his chest. “Don't ignore me.”

“Sorry.” Henrik chews down faster on the rind, a cold smile sitting on his cracked lips. “You said something bitter?”

“Yes. Yes.”

He can give him that.

“Well, what did I give you last time?”

Anti shuffles, tilting his head side-to-side. “Well... the point is, I want something... personal. Personal. And I want – I want – ”

He shakes his head and hisses, drawing in close. His fingers curl around the bars of the cage.

“I want something with Jameson. Something personal with Jameson. Like that haircut... him smiling at you. Stroking his hair. Give that to me, but bitter.”

Henrik's blood seems to chill against his bones.

And then he is spitting out the orange rind, shoving the bag back at Anti, and his heart is pulsing to get out of his chest. Revulsion makes him choke and shame makes his vision blur, painful sobbing hiccups interrupting rapid breaths. Anti is shouting, pressing the oranges back towards him, grabbing at his hair and slamming him back against the wall of the cage, but Henrik isn't listening, not now, not anymore.

“You will never see anything of Jameson's friendship!” he shrieks, thrashing against the grip around his throat. “You will never see anything of what it is like to be loved by him! You are nothing! He abhors you! He despises you! He doesn't belong to you and you will never get your hands on him again! Not in reality, not in my head, not on your useless, horrible, god-awful pustule of an existence!”

Anti's anger is a hurricane, enough to lift cars, enough to lift houses, sweeping across whole cities, across whole lands, with a noise like the whipping of a thousand winds. “Don't you say that to me!” howls Anti, striking him, striking him, striking him until his face is one red and purple bruise, until bones poke out from his cheek and neither of his eyes can open. “Stupid fucking brat!”

“I never should have given you anything,” wheezes Henrik, clawing at his hands. “Own my body, huh? Call me your dog? Well, Antisepticeye. You can keep me in a cage all you want – ”

Anti strikes him across the head and makes him reel, but still he is speaking.

“You can beat me within an inch of my life – ”

Or perhaps farther, he almost believes, sucking in a desperate breath.

“But you will never own my mind.”

“Little monster.” The words drip from Anti's mouth like saliva from a lion's. His eyes are pools of pitch and his lips drawn back in a fang-toothed snarl. “Stupid little monster. You really think you can keep anything from me? I will suck every memory, every moment, every fucking feeling out of that little head of yours. I will take Chase, I will take Jameson, I will take Henrik himself. There is nothing – nothing – you can do to stop me. You will never be able to hold on. You will never be able to deny me. Weak, stupid, desperate, ugly little animal.”

“Go fuck yourself,” whispers Henrik, a smile on his relentless mouth. “I will never give you another memory again.”

For a second, Anti's fist draws back yet again, and Henrik braces for a hundredth blow, his mouth tightening in a grimace.

But it never falls.

Anti's voice, when he speaks, has lost most of its vitriol.

“You really are very stupid,” he says softly. “If you think that that is true.”

His weight disappears from Henrik's chest and legs and the door of the cage clicks locked again, leaving Henrik fuzzily clinging to consciousness and alone, without even an orange to comfort him.

“You'll shatter again soon enough,” Anti promises, drawing back. “Whatever happens, you always have days where I find you in so many pieces you would give anything to try and put yourself back together again. But it does not matter. I have other methods I can use, you know. Your brothers are getting sloppy hiding from me, puppet.”

Henrik drags himself back from the brink of darkness, awakened by the words.

“Wh-what?” his aching lips manage.

Anti's laugh titters through the burning light of the afternoon.

“One day, Albert. One day you will not be the only one down here in this basement.”

No. No. Anything but that. He wants to rage at Anti. To get up and swear to him that he will never lay a hand on a single one of his brothers and friends.

But he does not have the strength.

“My name,” he whispers, as the sound of footsteps drifts away. “Is Henrik.”

He faints clean away. When he dreams, it is of clocks and button-ups and soft, downy curls between his fingers.

[weaselbeaselpants]

That Krispy Cat: A Warning, part 3

The last of the images cause I don’t want this bitch on my computer anymore. 

Knowing tumblr I kept the images hidden JUUUUST in case no one reads the fine print and can’t tell I’m being critical of this and gets me in trouble.

VVV ((Just in case you thought the JewishGriffon piece assured everyone that Crispy couldn’t POSSIBLY hate people of color, some of her earliest Nazi art had her character Klaus beating up Amigo Bear. She also made Amigo into a liberal strawman. )) VVV

((Dialogue to one of her TROLLARIOUS pictures that featured Amigo:

Amigo Bear: *muttering* "Your leader was a !@#$% little #@%^!@$^*!, you fascist feather duster..." General Klaus: "Fräulein, Ich vant you to cover your ears und shut your eyes as tight as you can." Crispy: "How come, General?" General Klaus: "Klaus ist about to say und do very bad sings zhat he does not vant his little Edelweiß to see or hear." Crispy: "Alrighty!" General Klaus: "WHO SAID ZHAT ABOUT DER FÜHRER? WER DIE FICK GESAGT? WHO'S ZUH SCHLEIMIG LITTLE COMMUNIST-SCHEISS SCHWANZLUTSCHER DOWN ZHERE, WHO JUST SIGNED HIS OWN DEATH VARRANT? NIEMAND?! GOTTVERDAMMT STALIN SAID IT! HERVORRAGEND! VHICH VUN OF YOU VANTS TO BE ZUH FIRST TO FIND OUT ZUH HARD VAY VHY MEIN FEINDE CALLED MIR DER BUTCHER BIRD?" ))

^^^ ((BUTOPHERARTISGOODSOYOUCAN’TCOMPLAIN

also the disc. for this pic before it was deleted had a ‘joke’ about cooking Jews in ovens. Oh and yes, that IS Hitler she’s giving that ugly ass cupcake too.))

^^^ (( - Thanks dA I never would have known I had a notifications unless eclipse blah -

This is one of her rants about how #Triggered she is that Starlight be compared to the Nazis when she runs a communist cult. Because A) that’s the real problem here and B) I too get upset when people say my OC is based on Jeffrey Dahmer when he’s so CLEARLY based on Ed Gein, Bwwwaaaah D> D> D> !)) ^^^

VVV ((Ugly art of her friend’s awful OCs.)) ^^^

VVV ((Crispy showing off why no one wants to be a patriot in our country.)) VVV

((FYI, Crisp, that attitude will make the Hamilton fans stronger so just keep that SJW-flinging coming you little SJW.

WHAT?! Social Justice is a broad term and as Crispy’s plainly demonstrated, you can circle it around and make a majority-class sound like the real underprivledged if you have enough fancy frou frou know-how and furries. Also, if a Social Justice Warrior constitutes someone who takes their cause soooo seriously that they’re annoying/petting/cruel/stupid about it....idk I think Crispy qualified.))

^^^ ((Crispy and her friend muse about what other races occupy the world of MLP in her headcanon. This, more than any other dA disc. and picture shows you her brand of “Segregationist-Nationalism is OKAY” thinking, cuz the art of these different races isn’t super offensive or cruel and neither are the characters. BUT if you scratch under the surface you’ll find that Crispy really likes these different people staying in their place and not in “someone else’s” country.

THEN, this same kind of thinking is used to convince you any mix of cultures is just cultural appropriation, again acting like she and her Nazi-stans are the only ones standing up to actual bigotry.)) VVV

^^^ ((Crispy makes the world a worse place by bringing up actual decent points; like how Americans dress Thanksgiving up as progressive and for the natives when we all know that’s not true...all to better her worldview.

fyi, GET OUT whenever you see a selfproclaimed Nazi fawn over Native Americans, because: Nazi Germany had a deep fascination with American Indians and used their struggles about their land being taken away from them to justify their eugenic genocide.)) ^^^

^^^ (( Crispy laughing it up on Furaffinity how she couldn’t be banned from her Furaffinity and then mysteriously never using her site there wowie.)) ^^^

^^^ (( Crispy complaining about SOPA cause her freedom of speech and blahblahblah.

Freedom of Speech is important. Unfortunately what people like Crispy don’t understand or care for is there’s no freedom of consequence. )) vvv

VVV ((LOL Joseph Mengele was such a stinkah let’s tell blithe jokes about him. At least WE AREN’T LIKE HIM!!!)) VVVV

VVV ((Early onset eugenic BS from her Spyro stuff that would be easy to miss if you didn’t know what this woman was talking about)) VVV

((Crispy admitting she thinks gays are pointless cuz they don’t reproduce but apparently loves them anyway. Also big shock Crispy’s seen Hetalia.)) VVV

VVV ((Crispy probably wanting Weeaboos to attack her cuz aren’t Japan’s animations so laaaaaaazy?!!?!? GUUdd think’ I’m a naziaboo! Germany’s never made any shitty animation evah. You know what, I lied. She doesn’t deserve Hetalia. She just doesn’t.)) VVVV

VVV ((Crispy dragging Brazil down with her as the apparent “Best South American Country”. Yikes.)) VVV

VVV ((More “it’s trolling ergo it’s not harmful” shit. Bulgarians probably do deserve their own Care Bears, but they certainly don’t want yours Crispy.)) VVV

VVV ((Disc. for her Richard Spencer bear art)) VVV

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I know, I know...this isn’t what you wanted to read today, guys. I know it’s offensive and I’m sorry if it made you ill. I also know I’m putting my own blog under fire by showing these images here but I think that should say something about dA’s bad policies that this art gets a filter slapped on it and nothing more when the artist is blatantly pro-fascist.

Crispy resonates with me so much - and no it’s not cause I DARED to be “triggered”.

It’s because, for one, she was talented. I MEAN I HAVE EYES! That’s some nicely drawn digital stuff I’m not gonna deny. She had some cool rewrites and sequel ideas that, had it come from someone else I would have eaten up and faved to hell and back onceupona2012. But I didn’t, where a ton of MLP and furry fans did because they undervalued their own talents and would say “well it’s pretty who cares about the message?” 

Unlike so many commercial+published artists, it’s REALLY hard to separate the art from the artist here because the artist is so connected and a part of her art and storytelling. If you fav her art, even if you didn’t like her, that was telling Crispy she’d won. It’s so defeating to have other artists say their gonna ignore their gut for the sake of prettypretty-Don-Bluth style art. And yes, that stigma DOES affect my view on 2D purists btw.

Crispy was so holier than thou’, and that attitude also was appealing to dA folks, not to mention her knowledge of art history by the time she dropped off the radar. Crispy was the kind of person who’d make long, detailed, justified rants against the design and color choices in Hazbin Hotel and then a bunch of antis would eat her redesigns up only to learn the awful truth later and embarrass themselves cuz they were so taken up by the craft they didn’t know they were reblogging a fucking Nazi.

Not to underplay Viv’s wrongdoings of course, but I’m sorry; the two aren’t comparable on the problematic artist meter. THAT’S HOW BAD CRISPY WAS.

If this somehow was just a faze and she’s come to her senses or doesn’t really think this shite she preaches...I don’t care. She said some vile shit and fuck no I’m not forgiving her. It’s like KenDraw or Shadman. You’ve changed your life around and realized you’ve done/drawn nasty shit that’s done real harm? Cool....I’m still not talking or ever promoting you, ya dingbat. You ain’t no Roman Polanski or Doug Tennaple. You’re a singular internet artist and any support of the project has to go to you - and you suck!

ThisCrispyKat was a wakeup call that showed me these people not only still exist but will be allowed to get away with it. I was very touchy bout this kind of thing back in the day. Fuck, I STILL AM TOUCHY. The rabbit holes I found thanks to Crispy opened up to reveal communities where people think my hair color’s going extinct. People would detail how much they wanted to rape me - a natural blonde - and kill my friends and family for not looking like me. That they want to jerk off in my naturally curly hair and see me in glowy German princess gowns preparing them dinner.

Crispy and other Nazistans would look at me; a blond-haired blue eyed Polish/German American woman and think I need to be “fixed” because I DARE to repeat propaganda that the Nazis were bad. They’d call me a traitor for thinking that celebrating the Nazi party ISN’T German pride.

HOW DARE YOU TELL ME THAT’S GERMAN PRIDE! I’LL SHOW YOU GERMAN PRIDE YOU EGOSTROKING-LIMPDICKED ATTENTION WHORES.

People like Crispy make it 1000x harder to actually show interest in German things. Because I AM interested in German shit btw.

Like for real: it’s a country I’d love to visit one day (at least the black forest, which is where my mom’s fam comes from). I love German art and German fairytales slap. I really do want to explore my heritage through art and stuff.

But guess what? Much as Crispy would argue to the contrary I DO know my WWII history and beyond and FUCK YOU if you honestly think jerking it to cuddly Nazi-furs is empowering or just “showing your interest in history”. Take your own advice and read a god-damn book.

TL;DR: I DO NOT have to be proud of Nazis to enjoy German culture and if you think otherwise, FUCK YOU. It’s a slap in the face to everyone even if you are ‘just trolling’ and it in no way values actual German’s feeling on the matter. It’s annoying how people undervalue real people just for the sake of fan art.

The Nazis were evil. They were racist, eugenic-genocidal idiots who killed over six million Jewish people, Romani, Slavs, Jehovahs Witnesses, disabled people, Poles, homosexuals and prisoners of war. They would have killed my dad’s side of the family if they were in Poland at the time. They made bullshit tanks that killed the people making them and didn’t work on the battlefield. Their leader was a fat, farting one-testicaled bastard who preferred animals to people.

They ruined everything for everyone and then took the easy way out, leaving the Germans that were left in the hands of the also-genocidal Soviets and Americans. Germany is still paying their war debts and now, 70-80 years later everyone else wants to laugh off this dark period of history with memes and forget what they did, and as such, are forgetting the victims of the genocide.

I have 0 tolerance for Nazi things for the sake of HUMANITY, let alone the individual groups they target. I don’t have to have German ancestry or know a single Jewish person to tell you any of this. It’s fucking history.

Eat shit.

[pacoc-a]

Soulmate Au 2 [part 1]

Rating: T 

Pairing: Five\Vanya

Tags; Soulmate Au, alternate universe, anti-soulmate soulmate au, unrequited love

Five and Vanya are not each other’s soulmates.

A/N: I was actually planning to delete this whole chunk because its very.. old and I think I’ve grown from this but it might be a waste. And it will become requited later but Vanya’s interests is not on Five (yet). 

Vanya rents a decrepit old apartment smack dab in the middle of the city and tries to pursue a career as a violinist. Work was slow, and occasionally, the ceiling would start leaking again but she liked having something she can call hers. 

When Five visits, she brings out her best mugs. His is a big, faded blue one that he fills to the brim with black coffee while hers is a white, rounded cup that she fills with different types of tea. 

 ‘I’m trying out a new one today.’ She says, holding out the box in front of her, ‘It’s chamomile with blackcurrant but it’s a different brand.’ 

‘Can’t be worse than the one you had last time.’

‘It wasn’t that bad.’ 

He gives her a look.

‘Really, I liked it. Sorta.’ 

He remembers the way her nose scrunched up from the smell alone. ‘You know you’re bad at bullshitting. You should leave that sort of thing for Klaus.’ 

She scoffs, 'Maybe some people actually mean what they say. Not everyone was raised as an A-grade liar.' 

'I know. You're not. That's why I said you're bad at bullshitting. Talk to me again in ten minutes after you've thrown away another perfectly good box of tea in the bin.' 

Vanya glares at him as she furiously makes herself a cup in revenge.

‘There’s this person I know’ Vanya starts. Five groans. He knows where this is going, ‘someone who hasn’t found their soulmate yet. They showed me their mark and it reminded me of you.’

Ever since Vanya realized she doesn’t have a soulmate she’s been determined to find everyone else’s. It's insulting that she'd ever think that a scab on his skin would ever control the way he'd think about other people.

Or change the way he'd feel about her.

He finishes his coffee and places the mug on the small table.

‘I think their mark sort of had the same curl at the end like yours.’ She continues. She sips her tea and for a split second her brow furrows in disgust. 

‘I don’t care.’

‘Are you sure? We’re not really friends but I can help you meet— and you’ve been holed up in your apartment a lot lately.’ She pauses, and looks down, ‘I guess I’m just worried about you. You’re alone a lot…it can’t be good for you.’

‘I'm with you.’ He says simply.

It’s not what she wants to hear. Vanya huffs and tries to sip her tea. She grimaces, and does her best to swallow it down. ‘I think it’s healthy for us to look for relationships outside what we have. I like spending time with you, but this can’t be forever, can it?’ 

Why not? 

 He thinks about forever as him and Vanya on her dining table. They talk about everything and nothing as she tries to swallow down another one of her disgusting teas. It doesn’t sound like a bad period of infinity to get stuck in. 

 She continues, ‘I know my therapist—she’s told me something similar, so I started to reach out to more people. I’m even, um, wanting to date...’ He freezes at that, his grip growing tight on his mug, ‘...even though I don’t have a soulmate. Anyway, I just don’t want you going crazy getting stuck with me all the time. You might miss your chance with someone because you were too busy spending all your time with your sister.’

Vanya tries to take another sip of her tea but he reaches out, places his hand on her mug and pushes it down. Her lips brushes briefly on his knuckles, and he tries not to think about how soft they are when he pulls his hand to his side. His fingers flexes beside him.

 ‘I’m not missing anything. I like it here with you.’ His voice is soft. ‘Besides, I’ve dealt with my fair share of people at my job. The world is crazy enough. The only reason I’ve kept myself half as sane is because of you.’ 

She smiles at him, pinks a little like she’s embarrassed. It’s cute. 

‘Do you want me to go?’ 

 She shakes her head, ‘No. I like spending time with you too.’ 

 ‘Good.’

 ‘I guess I was just kinda worried you think you’re stuck with me. It’s stupid now that I think about it.’

 ‘Well, we all have our moments.’ 

 She frowns at him and it makes him smile even further. 

He shifts in his seat and decides to ask before the question eats him alive, ‘So you’re dating now?’ 

 ‘Trying.’ She nods, ‘A friend of mine set me up with their cousin and I didn’t have the heart to say no. Honestly, I don’t think I wanted to. I thought I didn’t mind not having anyone, but lately I’ve been doubting myself. Wondering if I let the fact that I don’t have a mark get through my head that I can’t have anyone.’ 

Vanya shrugs sheepishly, ‘I guess I just want to know what it’s like to fall in love.’

 It surprises him. 

The first thought that comes is how vulnerable she lets herself be around him. How much of herself she fills and places on a silver platter just for him. It scares him. It fills him with pride. And he knows this is what love is like because Five is a bastard of a man but Vanya’s weakness renders him kind. He wants to wrap her in a shawl and kiss her. He wants to make it so she never has to apologise for existing ever again.

The second thought is why not him? 

 He thinks about all the years between them, the times spent between lunch and dinner he’s saved just for her. How much of his pride he swallowed when he made that long trek back to his seat at the dining table because Vanya shook her head no. 

He knows her better than anyone. She's the only one he'd ever want. Why couldn’t it be him?

It was then that he realizes she’s never loved him. Not in the way he's always wanted.

Not even a little bit.

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Their date is that evening since her lessons are in the afternoon, which means Vanya’s not home and Five is stuck with the pleasure of his own company. It’s shit. He’s a miserable mess and he has been snapping at his students all morning.  

It’s fine, he thinks. It’s just a date. 

 Someone raises their hand for a question and he snaps and throws his chalk at them.

He tries not to think about someone else’s hands on her skin, touching her waist, kissing her and making her laugh. 

 He’s never kissed her before. He feels a bitter, murderous sort of resentment towards this mystery man who gets to do it first, and the friend who thought setting up the date was a good idea in the first place.

He probably doesn’t even have a job, he thinks. Much less made breakthroughs in time travel and quantum physics at 10. Or took out five people and rescued eight hostages while being completely unarmed in the span of a minute.

Hell, he probably can’t even transport himself half a mile in under a quarter of a second.

‘... it’d be fun to find out though‘ He chuckles mirthlessly.

 ——

Sulking in his apartment is not enough. The walls are getting too small, and all he could think about is the walls in her apartment and the way the shadows that falls on it belongs to her and a man that's not him.

He grabs a bottle, pulls himself up and decides to get wasted in the park instead.

This turns out to be a bad idea because it’s Valentines day which means the park is brimming with couples.

 The place looks like heaven. A hundred fairy lights wrapped around the park like a glittering thread. He watches the couples stroll by, their marks barely visible under the glow. When they twine their fingers together, they are like two lines finally connecting after a lifetime apart.

He wonders if he would ever meet his other half. If he’d ever become smitten with them like these people are. Hold their hand under the fairy lights and abandon the torch he held out for years just because the universe wants him to love someone else.

He doesn’t think he can. What could this other person give that Vanya couldn’t?

All he’s ever wanted was her.

(‘Love’, a cruel voice tells him and he chugs a big gulp of his bottle to wash the thought away.)

Its halfway through midnight when it begins to rain.

He didn’t bring an umbrella. 

The rain pelts at his skin relentlessly, the water soaking through his shirt. He shivers, chugs down his bottle, and keeps on walking.

‘Five? What are you doing here?’ 

 Vanya appears before him like a dream. Or maybe it’s the alcohol making everything swim.The lights are phasing in and out of each other, and all he could focus on is the way her hazy form looks so small in the rain and the fact that she’s wearing a dark dress he’s never seen before. He’s never seen so much of her skin.

 She’s pretty. He thinks stupidly. 

 'Jesus, Five you're gonna get cold like that.' 

 She hurries towards him, heels stomping across the mud. He barely registers the black umbrella she’s holding between them.

 ‘I’m fine.’ He grumbles. He tries to take another drink from his bottle but she quickly takes it away. 

‘You’ve had enough drinking.’ 

 He glares at her. 

‘I’m getting warm.’ 

Vanya frowns, placing the umbrella on the crook of her neck. She takes his hands. 

 It startles him. 

 ‘See?’ She says, ‘You’re freezing.’

She rubs his hand between hers and blows warmth to it. Years ago, this gesture alone would’ve had him melting, but now it’s not enough. Maybe it's the lights, or the alcohol… or maybe it’s her, but now he wants to know how she’d hold his hand like a lover. Even though her arm is bare and his is scrawled with the imprint of a stranger, he wants to find out if they’d fit like two puzzle pieces from different jigsaw sets. Not quite perfect, but maybe just enough to form their own set of a whole. One that's uniquely Five and Vanya’s and no one else’s.

 ‘Is that warm enough?’ 

 It’s sufficient. He should say, but he doesn’t.

 He wants so much more from her now.

 He leans down, places his forehead against hers and revels in the way her breath catches when he's close like this. 

 'Not yet.' 

He breathes her in. 

‘God, you’re so wasted.’ She scrunches her nose. ‘We should get you home.’

 She moves away and tugs him to his feet. 

 'Come on. I’ll take you to your place. It’s closer.’

 'I ….can walk.` He slurs, stumbling towards a tree. ‘Don’t need….’ 

 He feels her put his arm over her shoulder and press close to his side. She is so small that he almost topples them over, but her grip is firm. She holds on to him tight and he lets his weight sag over her as she leads them away.

 She drops him off to his place. It’s dark, and she has to fumble around his pockets for the keys. 

When she finally gets the door open, Five keels over, stumbling on carpet. Vanya swears and quickly pulls him back. His head feels like a log. She places him on the couch, arranging his limbs around him, careful as she can. She tries to move away so she could open the lights but Five grabs her hand before she could leave. 

‘Stay.’ 

 She frowns, ‘I have to open the lights.’

 ‘Leave it off.’ 

 He pulls her closer. 

‘I want you here.’ 

 Vanya purses her lips. She’s on top of him now, her knee pressed on the side of the couch and her other hand placed on the pillow beside him. Her hair fans out like a dark halo around her, he reaches up and tucks it behind her ear. 

 He’s drenched and bitter cold and she flinches when his finger touches her. Vanya looks at him, confused.

‘What are you doing?’ 

 There is so much he wants from her. 

 All these years and he still wants more than she could give.

He reaches up, brushes a thumb across her chin and wonders what it would be like to kiss her. Wonders if she could feel these 25 years between them spilling out of him like a geyser.

Literally. 

 Five throws his head to the side and vomits himself dry on the carpet. 

Vanya sighs. ‘I’ll go get some towels.’

He dreams about Vanya in her dark dress. She's twirling around him and it twists and spins with her, legs fumbling on her shoes and the skin of her thighs peeking out as she turns. Later, the dress pools at her feet like silk. She takes his head between her hands and pulls him down.

The kiss on his forehead is warm.

 ——

In the morning, the headache that he wakes up with is splitting and heavy all at once. It’s like someone stuck a whisk up his nose and scrambled the inside of his skull. He fumbles for the glass of water on the desk. He barely registers the fact that he's down to a shirt and cotton pajamas. 

The door opens and Vanya steps inside carrying a bag of groceries under her arm.

‘I missed my date, you know’ she sighs. She’s wearing his coat. She’s so ridiculously small in it that her fingers are barely peeking out of the sleeves. ‘You couldn’t have stayed home, or spent time with a friend or something instead of getting drunk? I had to cancel that and…’

He pulls himself to his feet and walks towards her.

‘Don’t want anyone else… they’re all incompetent.' He waves his hand. This headache is burning him alive. 'You're the only one around here that I could trust.'

 She flops her sleeves in frustration. 

She’s pissed at him, and he feels embarrassed of himself suddenly. He imagines himself sprawled across the couch, drunk out of his mind, while Vanya wipes him up and cleans the carpet of his vomit.

 He’s not sure why she stays. She’s never liked his drinking.  He wants to think that she stays because she cares, because she loves him the way he’s always wanted and she can’t stay away.

But if Five is anything, he can at least be honest with himself. She stays because he’s a sorry drunk and she’s too good for her own sake.

 She’s too good for him anyway.

‘Sorry.’ He says, sheepish. Not about the date (he’s never going to be sorry about that) but about everything else. He steps closer. The top of her head barely reaches his nose. ‘Thanks for taking care of me.’ He steals a quick, selfish peck on her cheek and moves to grab the groceries off her. 

‘I’ve got it. You need to rest. Come on.’ 

‘M’fine.’

‘Five…’ 

He tucks her hair behind her ear. 

‘Don’t do that.’ 

‘Do what?’ .

 She frowns at him. She can’t hold his gaze long enough. When she ducks her head, he leans down, takes the groceries from her hand. He can’t help himself so he kisses her on the temple too.

 Vanya is quiet. She rubs her cheek with a big, floppy sleeve. 

 He rummages around the plastic bag. There's frozen waffles and a couple of sachets of instant coffee. He takes the waffles and sticks it in the toaster. 

 ‘I’ll pay you for these.’ 

Vanya shakes her head, ‘It’s fine. You're still sick, you should get some rest.’ 

'And you're busy.' He glances at her. 'You've got lessons, remember. 10 o'clock.' 

 She hears her mutter shit under her breath. Of course, she's forgotten.

He turns back to his waffles. ‘Go back home, this headache isn't going to kill me.’

Vanya wants to protest. She opens her mouth and he turns to her and gives her a look before she could say anything.

She huffs. Tries again, clamps her mouth shut when she thinks against it. ‘Fine. But only because they’re expecting me. I’m coming back to check on you later.’

 He hears the door close behind him. She’s still got his coat around her. He chuckles to himself despite the headache. 

 She’s adorable

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y’all thought I forgot about this one

a good (3) of you really wanted this meta and well. It’s been like. Four years? Anyways. 

‘Stolen Dance’ was on the radio today and it makes me think of Klaus and Care, because I get it mixed up with ‘Dangerous’ and that’s my song for them. Also, Stolen Dance has a line that I THOUGHT was ‘Stolen Paradise’ and it’s ACTUALLY ‘stoned in paradise’ so I USED to get K/C vibes from that. Anyways. Whenever I think of that ship I think of @hairzier, and I remembered that I had given her a teaser of this meta a while back. Before I got home, I had FINALLY constructed a thesis (wow amy what a nerd) for this analysis that I’d tried to write FOREVER ago, but it didn’t have a central focus and it was way too bogged down with me trying to find one as I went along. 

Don’t know what the hell I’m talking about?

The meta is this: Klaus as an artist + Klaus’ relationships with three featured women in his life circa 2010′s. If you came to the fandom late or haven’t ever seen my username, hi, I used to write a ton of TO meta, I Don’t Do Ships Really At All For It. At least, not the ‘big’ ones. I digress. Just -- don’t expect me to bash or gush over any ship, I’m gonna compliment and critique them all. Please avoid or read on accordingly <3

Caroline: The Art

I tried to find my write-up for Sahar from ages ago, because it was clear and concise and exactly what I intended. Oh well. Once more. 

Shippers and Antis pretty much love it and hate it for the same reason: Klaus is so different around her. Well, that and it’s either empowering for Caroline or abusive. Depends on perspective. I am firmly in the camp that every relationship in Klaus’ life during this time period is abusive in some way. What he does to Caroline is particularly messed up, but also particularly kind, in turns. The lightness and puppy-love-ness of Klaus around her was so jarring, is so jarring, because he doesn’t display that behavior for anyone else. He allows himself to be foolishly partial to her, but he also seems to only have selective guilt for the horrors he subjects her to. As a viewer who will bend over backwards to create complexity rather than label something ‘bad writing’, I found that Klaus’ relationships, especially with women, especially with Caroline, are steeped in his relationship with art. 

To Klaus, Caroline is an exquisite work of living art. Pleasing to the eye, challenging to his thoughts, but benign -- safe, and static. More than wanting to ‘own’ her, though, I believe he wants to join her. Make himself into something that compliments her colors and her lines, because the experience of interacting with art is one of the purest joys Klaus knows. In this way, he intimately analyzes her life and feelings, he inserts himself into her narrative, he plays a part that he enjoys -- maybe one, at times, he truly wishes was not a performance. In this way, he adores her, he respects her, but not really as a person, and certainly not as an equal. He values every moment with her, treasures it; lets himself get drunk on it. She’s the Mona Lisa, living, breathing, and bold enough to insult him to his face. When she breaks the frame he makes for her -- when she really challenges him in ways only a person can -- he can only retreat, and lash out. 

And ask for forgiveness with acts of kindness, or material value (he even, incredibly, uses his art to soften her to him, on more than one occasion) -- trying to shift her attention as if she can forget his abuses.  In all: he wants her to enrich his life, not change it. 

Hayley: The Clay

(Or the canvas, or materials, or what have you.)

One of Hayley’s first scenes with Klaus sets her up as a direct foil to Caroline: 

Klaus: Painting is a metaphor for control. Every choice is mine-- the canvas, the color. As a child, I had neither a sense of the world nor my place in it, but art taught me that one's vision can be achieved with sheer force of will. The same is true of life, provided one refuses to let anything stand in one's way.

Hayley: So this is your thing-- show a girl a few mediocre paintings, whine about your childhood, and I swoon and spill all my dirty secrets?

Hayley doesn’t want to see him as a person. Klaus doesn’t really want to see her as a person, either. Eventually, he learns that he has to respect her as a mother, at least, or he will not deserve his daughter. Eventually, he learns to see her as family. But at the core, and I don’t think he ever loses this -- he sees Hayley as his work-in-progress. Potential. Not only to be a strong ally, but to be -- just maybe -- an equal.

Which is annoying for him, because she also happens to be the only person he cannot reliably control, or predict. His only choice is to try to shape her into someone that he can work with. That someone is himself, mostly, but with some key improvements. His tone with her is so often instructive, mentor-ly, a thin veneer above his need for her to be someone he doesn’t have to worry about, damn it! He can understand her so why can’t he control her! 

This kicks into gear, mostly, after Hayley’s transformation. She estranges herself from Elijah, somewhat, and Klaus does not interfere with her spiral into blood and rage because it’s part of the process. He sees himself in her, but not like he saw himself in Marcel. His perspective on Marcel was so tied to fatherhood that he was trying to raise a young Klaus, while in Hayley’s case, he is trying to sculpt her in his image. 

His advice on how to deal with rage, vengeance, and wildness is sincere and from personal experience. His advice on what to do about love? Well, certainly stay with Elijah while it’s convenient for me, but don’t let love blind you to what you need. What we need. What I need. Don’t tell Jackson you slept with my brother -- honesty won’t keep this vital political alliance strong. Don’t forget you’re one of us now. It’s what I would do. 

I guess you could even say that Hayley, while pregnant, was a very different kind of work-in-progress for Klaus that made it near-impossible for him to see her as anything but a thing meant to be changed or cause change. Art, unfinished, and his. 

Camille: The Critic

All of these relationships are unique and powerful in their own ways. I admit I’m partial to the poetry of this one, the radicalness of this one, but again, I don’t really ship it as a romance? Maybe I do, now that I’ve had time away from it, but I don’t ‘stan’ it as ‘otp’. 

This one is obvious. Their ‘art’ scene is straightforward, and kind of cliche. A woman watches a street artist fill a huge canvas. Another passerby notices, and stops to ask her what she thinks. She floors him with her response -- so insightful, so bold, and so compassionate. The clever bartender that Marcel has a crush on just so happens to be a psychologist -- and, he learns later, with a particular, personal empathy for violent and cruel offenders. 

He feels a unique desire to be seen by her, and to be considered by her, in his entirety. Not that he does not want to control what she knows -- obviously -- but that he does not want to put on a single, convenient mask with her to accomplish his ends. He wants to be known, and he wants to know what she thinks of him. 

Again, he does not want any of this to touch him, or change him, really. He begins his Gallery Of Self not by making a therapy appointment but by ‘hiring’ (forcing) her to transcribe his biography (and making her forget everything she knows the moment she leaves his sight). This is safe, and it lets him bring out the masks and the goals and the good and the ugly of him and air them for her reaction. Will he, too, be worthy of empathy? 

Yes. But he’s also worthy of critique. Eventually, he takes baby steps to allowing her to impact his life (to varying degrees throughout all seasons that, in my opinion, make for a shamefully circular set of arcs on the writers’ parts. The point is I saw where they were trying to go with it, and letting Drama of the Week get in the way). Eventually, he makes real appointments. Tells himself he needs to change, somewhat, for Hope’s sake. 

And Camille is the kind of strong, confident woman he can imagine Hope to someday resemble. He wants his daughter to be free from the cycles of Mikaelson abuse, and he wants her to know goodness and have no reason to be evil. And if he is to do that, and if he is to know that Hope, then someone like Camille should be able to look at him and deem him capable. Worthy. Warts and all. He’ll spend time with her because he likes her, because he’s attracted to the beauty in her heart (like Caroline!) -- but he opens himself to her scrutiny because for once in his life he knows he has to change for the better. He knows he has to get help, and, well, the clever bartender seemed to fall into his life at exactly the right time to take in all of his decades and all of his deeds -- piece by piece, movement by movement, style by style, and understand them. Critique them. Maybe with that in mind he can make himself into a work that he can one day show to Hope. 

With that in mind, I can’t help but have a soft spot for those cheesy lines from the very first episode.

Klaus: Do you paint?

Cami: No, but I admire. Every artist has a story, you know.

Klaus: And what do you suppose his story is?

Cami: He's...angry. Dark. Doesn't feel safe and doesn't know what to do about it. He wishes he could control his demons instead of having his demons control him. He's lost. Alone.

Cami: Or maybe he just drank too much tonight. Sorry. Overzealous Psych major.

Klaus: No. I think you were probably right the first time.

@florafaunaandeldritchhorrors @ptonkin @furrydolphin @jungshoook (DID YOU ABANDON THE KLEBEKAH URL REDIRECT????? MOM??????!?!!?!??!?!??!?!!?!!?!??! I JUST CHECKED AND IT’S NOT THERE ANYMORE???? I NEED TO *MOURN* AND YOU JUST DIDN’T *TELL* US??!)

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Canary Carnage

Fandoms: Arrowverse, DC Universe, TVDverse and The Originals

Chapter Twelve: A Far Cry from Earth X

Warnings: I don’t own any of the rights, content or characters belonging to any of the DC content I use within the story along with not owning any rights, content or characters within The Vampire Diaries, Originals or Legacies.

18 Rating: Moderate/Graphic displays of violence, sexual innuendos, sexually charged scenes, SMUT, mention of Nazi’s due to Earth X storyline, strong language and potentially triggering scenes.

Pairings: M/M, F/F, M/F.

Lucas Thomas Wayne may have been the Earth X doppelganger of Lucas Lance, but they were to very different people Lucas Lance was the Red Canary and Lucas Wayne was the Blue Canary.

Lucas Thomas Wayne was dumped on the doorstep of Earth X’s Batman after his biological mother Earth X’s Laurel Lance aka Siren X abandoned him to continue her ruthless crusade. He is the biological son of Earth X’s Bruce Wayne aka Batman and was raised by his father eventually joining him in his crusade to make Earth X a better place.

Earth X’s Lucas was resilient, strong and ready to save his world from the darkness that surrounded it under the guidance of his father Batman but having the same meta-human power as his mother leading to Batman himself naming him the Blue Canary.

Lucas Lance was the villain and Laurel Lance was the hero in that story whereas on Earth X Lucas Wayne was a hero and his mother Laurel was the villain on an earth with far too many villains so when the fate of the multiverse was at risk it was only a matter of time before Earth X would be no more.

Unbeknownst to him his father had planned a back up plan so that he could live after hearing rumors about Earth Blood from other earths he had visited in the past and eventually learning that somehow Earth Blood existed out of the multiverse meaning if all else failed he could at least save his son and all else did fail.

Lucas Thomas Wayne couldn’t be any more different than his doppelganger who died on Earth Blood but he was soon about to learn all about him as he found himself teleport-ed to Earth Blood via a fail-safe breaching device that his father had installed into his phone scheduled to teleport him after Earth X was wiped out by anti-matter.

A lot had changed on Earth Blood over the five years that went by following the death of the Red Canary: the entire vampire community now knew the Black Canary as Laurel Lance spent most of her time travelling the world and using her superhero alter ego and Sara Lance had taken over New Orleans Voyage Hotel renaming it the New Orleans Lance Hotel in honor of her family deciding to stay in New Orleans and adjusting to no longer being the White Canary and being a vampire.

The Mikaelson family were of course still the Mikaelson’s as immortal beings who lived for over a thousand years, five years wasn’t really much to them although they did have some momentous changes such as: Kol Mikaelson reuniting and marrying his true love Davina Claire, Hope Mikaelson being accepted to and now going to Columbia University in New York City, Rebekah getting her revenge on Marcel Gerard by trapping him for good and the tragic and shocking death of Hayley Marshall which left everyone devastated especially Elijah and Hope.

The last thing the Lance sisters or the Mikaelson family were prepared for was the return of Lucas, or rather their introduction to Earth X’s Lucas Wayne the heroic Blue Canary who was ready to cause all kinds of carnage to any wrong doers.

“Where am I?” Lucas Wayne wondered as he opened his eyes to find himself in a hospital room laying in a hospital bed with a nurse standing over him. “What’s going on?”

“You were found on the side of the road unconscious but we’re as of yet trying to find out why you were there.” The male nurse replied to him. “Do you know your name?”

“Last thing I remember is being at home with my dad…” Lucas began to say before he realized Earth X was no more before tearing off the cables connected to him, climbing off the bed and rising to his feet much to the nurse’s concern.

“I’m going to have to ask that you sit back down! You’re not in a state to be going anywhere.” The nurse advised him, as Lucas was too concerned looking at his hospital gown which revealed a little too much in the back.

“What earth are we on?” Lucas asked, knowing the chances of the nurse knowing anything about the multiverse were slim.

“Yeah I don’t know what you’re talking about…I’m going to need you to sit back down!” The nurse answered the Blue Canary, eager to get his patient back into his bed.

“I figured that was a long shot…well I’m going to need my clothes.” Lucas replied to the nurse before looking him up and down. “Your clothes will do if you can’t find mine.”

Lucas Wayne waited for a moment as the nurse stared him down making it clear he wasn’t going to let him go easily forcing Lucas to release a canary cry in his direction with just enough force to send the nurse flying into the corridors giving him just enough time to make an escape and try and figured out what the hell was going on.

Lucas knew that for him to be on this strange earth that his own earth must’ve been destroyed by the anti-matter waves and wherever he was now was going to have to be his new home but he had no idea of the people he lost or the people he was about to find.

It was the fifth year anniversary of Lucas Lance’s death and although he died on Lian Yu, Laurel decided to have him buried in Lafayette Cemetery within New Orleans where she would reunite with her sister Sara each year on Lucas’ anniversary to mourn him as they honored not what he became but who he once was.

It was a tradition that brought Laurel comfort and helped eased her guilt, regret and pain about losing a son and choosing not to return to Star City to stop him even being born knowing saving the world had to come before being a mother but that didn’t make her feel any less guilty.

At first she had no idea why her younger sister Sara Lance chose to stay in New Orleans despite the fact she was hated by the Mikaelson siblings for killing their beloved sister Freya Mikaelson but as the years went by their hate for Sara grew smaller as Rebekah Mikaelson surprised them all by forming a friendship with the White Canary, a strong friendship built on forgiveness, loss and honesty.

Laurel Lance knew there was good in Rebekah and Elijah from the start and following his marriage to Davina Claire she learned Kol had good in him too as she began blurring the lines between good and evil, learning that the world itself was not so black a white which was a lesson she wish she had learned five years ago.

“I had a feeling this is where you would me Miss Lance, it’s always a pleasure to be in your presence.” Elijah greeted Laurel as he sped into the cemetery to stand beside her, as Laurel stood in front of her son’s tombstone.

“I don’t even understand why I always come here each year I mean with the way the future changes he’s probably vanished by now just like Talia al Ghul did when he died.” Laurel admitted with a saddened sigh, freely opening to the noble original before turning to face him. “I enjoy your company too Elijah.”

“It’s soothing to have a place to grieve for what we’ve lost and also a place where we feel we can reconnect with them momentarily at least.” Elijah replied to the Black Canary. “I may not have been with you in your choices with your son, but I understood them, nonetheless. You can’t keep torturing yourself forever Laurel.”

“I could say the same to you over Hayley it’s not on you what happened to her and it’s not on you to keep your life on hold because she’s gone…you two weren’t even together in the end.” Laurel told him, trying to comfort the original why he tried to comfort her. “You two shared a great and epic love for each other but that doesn’t mean your life has to be over…you’ve lived on pause for a thousand years Elijah maybe it’s time to press play.”

“We are as bad as each other.” Elijah admitted with a sly laugh, smiling at Laurel. “Neither of us will take the other’s advice and yet we keep advising each other anyway.”

“Well that’s where your wrong as of today my days as the Black Canary are well and truly over I’m even considering joining Sara at the hotel I mean she wants it to remain somewhat of a family business…the irony being my son literally murdered his way into owning the hotel.” Laurel replied with a sly smirk.

“This world needs the Black Canary don’t let her go for some attempt at a normal life you were never meant to be normal Miss Lance.” Elijah advised Laurel, hoping she didn’t give up being the Black Canary, knowing how much it meant to her.

“How is your brother Klaus?” Laurel asked, instantly making Elijah chuckle, both knowing she didn’t care about Klaus, she just wanted to change the conversation.

The Lance sisters had grown closer to the Mikaelson over the last five years to the stage where both Laurel and Sara even tolerated Klaus which to them was quite the hard task but Laurel and Elijah wound up getting a little too close and that’s where their problems began.

From the moment they met they had buried feelings for each other feelings that they eventually acted upon which would have been perfect if their moment of passion didn’t happen the same time Hayley Marshall was killed making Elijah blame himself and his feelings for Laurel for not being there for his former love’s death.

Both Laurel Lance and Elijah Mikaelson were both filled with guilt over their past, but both wanted to help each other and so they were at a painful halt in their angst-ridden relationship with happiness for either seeming highly unlikely.

Klaus Mikaelson was king of New Orleans once again thanks to Rebekah’s revenge against Marcel and although he was particularly thrilled that a man he once loved like a son was wiped off the map or the fact Rebekah wouldn’t reveal his exact location he was more than thrilled to have New Orleans to himself.

Marcel Gerard was the only thing on that entire earth that could kill him and him being out of the equation made the original hybrid and his siblings truly immortal once again or so that’s what he had come to believe.

Klaus walked the streets of the French Quarter like he did many nights taking in the city he loved so much when he noticed Lucas Wayne for the first time stood next to a jazz band performing a musical ensemble in the middle of the street.

Immediately he believed that Lucas Lance either survived the day he died and deceived everyone including himself or that the Red Canary had somehow found a way back to the living, knowing the canary was capable of both.

“I didn’t take you as a lover of music, but you always were full of surprises.” Klaus said to Lucas after walking over to stand next to him, as the two of them continued to listen to the beautiful jazz music being performed live.

“You’ve clearly mistaken me for someone else or rather the same person but different earth.” Lucas replied to the original hybrid. “Tell me who am I to you in this strangely fascinating world?”

“Are you seriously expecting me to believe that you’re a doppelganger of Lucas Lance?” Klaus scoffed, believing Lucas was trying to trick him somehow, after all he was quite the master of manipulation in the past.

“Seriously? You know who I am in a world that’s already much better than my own and nobody has heard about breaching devices which allow you to jump portals?” Lucas quizzed the strange man he was highly suspicious of. “Clearly you either know about the multiverse and are lying boldly to my face or you are somebody completely useless to me…no offense meant unless you’re a liar that is.”

“Are you really not the same man who died at my sister’s hands five years ago?” Klaus wondered, struggling to know whether to trust Lucas’ words.

“This world really is fascinating!” Lucas said with excitement in his eyes as an innocent smile appeared across his face making Klaus realize this wasn’t Lucas Lance. “I’d love to hear the story of how this earth’s doppelganger met their demise seems like there’s a chance of a lesson being learned there…tell me stranger do you know Bruce Wayne?”

“I have no idea who he is, but your mother is in this very city in fact she’s only recently returned.” Klaus informed the Blue Canary, as he tried to work out what Lucas’ otherworldly doppelganger was doing in his world. “Sara Lance too.”

“Figures the man whose sister killed me works alongside Siren X makes sense that ruthless bitch would survive the literal end of the multiverse. I just need to find out if I’m on this supposed Earth Prime or this Earth Blood my father talked about.” Lucas revealed to the original hybrid just in time for the band to take a break. “You better tell your boss I’m coming for her and this canary isn’t so easy to kill.”

Before Klaus Mikaelson could even process the realization he had just met the doppelganger of a former flame Lucas Wayne sped his way out of sight clearly without a worry of being noticed for his powers which was a far cry from the other canaries arrival on Earth Blood.

Klaus had no idea what world this Lucas came from but he already knew this one was different to the Lucas Lance of his past despite their many similarities and he couldn’t help his urge to want to find out more like; was this Lucas also the Red Canary? How different was he to the Lucas he knew? What the bloody hell was Siren X? Was Laurel or Sara Siren X on this Lucas’ world? Was this Lucas a threat to his loved ones and beloved city?

Klaus knew one thing for and that was it was time to sit down with the two canaries in the city that he did know, knowing either Sara, Laurel or both Lance sisters would quickly solve the mystery of Lucas 2.0.

To find out the brother you grew up with was actually your son was a reveal very rare but it is a discovery Laurel Lance made before she went on a mission to kill that son for the greater good only to later on reconsider what was good and evil and whether her son truly deserved to die.

Laurel Lance was still traumatized from watching her son Lucas Lance die at the hands of Rebekah Mikaelson, so traumatized that when she learned of the news about a doppelganger of her son now being in New Orleans it had her reliving all the pain and regret once more as she began to fear what awful fate this version of her son would meet and whether she or her loved ones would be the ones to deliver it to him.

She wanted so badly to run away and continuing running so she never had to face another Lucas or her duties as the Black Canary ever again but deep down she knew that despite everything she was first and foremost a canary and she needed to make sure this Lucas wasn’t a danger to others or himself, hoping desperately this outcome would be better than the last time she had to put a world before her own child.

“I can’t believe that there’s another version of Lucas out there…although with all the parallel universes it makes sense that he’d be born in at least a few other worlds within the multiverse but what doesn’t make sense is why the hell he is here.” Laurel reluctantly confided in Klaus, as the Black Canary and the original hybrid sat on the edge of his bed within his room in the compound both nursing a glass of whisky each.

“He said something about the multiverse being dead that there was only Earth Prime and Earth Blood now which I found rather strange, but I don’t pretend to understand the multitude of worlds that you meta-humans come from.” Klaus replied while taking a sip from his drink. “He also mentioned Siren X he believes I work for this person I believe he’s referring to either you or your sister.”

“Me…or at least the Earth X evil doppelganger of me.” Laurel revealed to Klaus. “Figures some version of my son would be working alongside an evil version of me.”

“I don’t know he didn’t seem like a big fan of Siren X if anything I think he’s more than likely an enemy…he had a look of hate when mentioning her name and that particular look can’t be faked.” Klaus informed Laurel as he finished the whisky in his glass. “Maybe in this bizarre world he comes from the roles are turned around between you and him.”

“You mean in a world literally run by freaking Nazi’s my son is a hero?” Laurel laughed at Klaus before downing her drink. “Why tell me about this? You’re not one to tell me anything especially regarding my son.”

“I wanted to know if it was possible or if Lucas was just playing yet another game with us all.” Klaus admitted as he stood up from the edge of his bed. “I don’t particularly want to play in the past not when the future is mine!”

“It’s highly possible my Lucas is back but it’s also highly possible that this isn’t my Lucas.” Laurel replied to the original hybrid as she too stood up from Klaus’ bed. “I’ll meet with this Lucas but if he’s not my son then he’s your problem not mine.”

“In other words, if you don’t kill him I should.” Klaus answered with a sly smirk.

“You were the one trying to save him last time around so don’t start playing the big bad wolf to me Klaus!” Laurel snapped at him. “I said I’ll sort it and I will.”

“Yes, well Lucas Lance amused me and that’s rare for anyone to do but if this isn’t him then he’s merely some cheap copy from some maddened world that I don’t intend on getting to know.” Klaus replied, making it clear to Laurel he was ready to kill if he needed to.

The mere idea of Klaus Mikaelson killing her son infuriated her and not because his sister Rebekah had already murdered one version of him before but because it seemed so easy for him, which served to strengthen her dislike for the original hybrid as she continued to believe he was more monster than man.

Laurel Lance doubted any chance of any version of Lucas being a hero having dealt with the Red Canary’s crimes first hand but this wasn’t the Red Canary and this wasn’t the son from her future or even her world and if she was to take him out then she would in fact be the villain this time around.

Lucas Wayne grew up in a cruel world a world in which the Nazi’s had won but that didn’t stop his father Bruce Wayne from donning the cape and suit and becoming Batman if anything it drove Batman to be the hero not only Gotham City needed but the world itself as he worked alongside a group of freedom fighters eventually enlisting his own son Lucas into the group under his heroic alter ego Blue Canary.

Earth X’s Batman had traveled to many different worlds most far better and some far worst but he never gave up on the hope of one day saving his own earth that was until he heard tales of the death of the multiverse and everything changed for him and his son.

The Blue Canary had turned down many of his father’s pleas to go to either Earth Prime or Earth Blood with a device that not only allowed him to breach to another world but also transport him to another time but Lucas Wayne was very much like his father and wanted to save his earth, the problem was Bruce was never going to allow anything to happen to his son meaning Lucas Wayne was now in a different world in a different time completely and utterly alone.

Lucas wanted nothing more than to return to his awful world just to be reunited with his father but he knew Earth X was gone now and if he was going to honor his father’s sacrifice he had to continue being a hero no matter what world he was in.

“You know you were always pretty morbid but visiting your own grave is a whole other level even for yourself Lucas.” Sara told Lucas after vamp speeding into Lafayette Cemetery to stand beside him, finding Lucas stood in front of his own grave, or what she believed was his own grave.

“I don’t know why I was drawn here but I was…it was like his spirit was calling out to me somehow.” Lucas replied as he continued to look at Lucas Lance’s tomb, looking haunted by his own doppelganger’s grave.

“I heard your playing the doppelganger card, but I’ve got to admit you’re really committing to the role little brother.” Sara said completely disregarding the theory that this wasn’t the man who she was raised with.

“Brother?” Lucas stated as he turned to face the White Canary. “In my world I’m an only child well I was the only surviving child…yet you know me as brother and I’m not aware of any siblings looking like you which only means you’re her daughter.”

“What the hell are you talking about Luci?” Sara questioned him, not sure whether to be more confused or more suspicious by Lucas’ words.

“My name is Lucas Wayne…I’m guessing yours is Sara Lance which means you are my half-sister I won’t blame you for your mother considering she’s mine too or at least she is on my now extinct world.” Lucas replied to the woman he believed was this earth’s Laurel Lance’s daughter.

“Wayne…shut up!” Sara said in shock, realizing this version of Lucas wasn’t her Lucas. “You’re the freaking son of Batman!”

“I guess identities are just as badly hidden in this world.” Lucas scoffed. “Yes, I am but, on my Earth, they tend to call me the Blue Canary…tell me are you evil like our mother or is this a world where she’s a canary instead of a siren?”

“Firstly, Laurel Lance isn’t my mother she’s my sister, secondly I’m the White Canary and I’m not your sister I’m your aunt.” Sara informed the Blue Canary, while trying to get her head around his revelations. “Also, this isn’t my earth or Laurel’s but we’re both the good guys here…this world isn’t like the others.”

“Well I gathered that on the whole fact that there’s only two worlds in existence now within two entirely different multi-verses which I know is as confusing as it sounds so I’ll just ask is this Earth Prime or Earth X?” Lucas replied with more questions for the White Canary.

“Earth Blood…What do you mean the other worlds are gone?” Sara quizzed her nephew’s doppelganger, desperate to find out more about the supposed death of the multiverse.

“Do you always answer questions with more questions?” Lucas retorted with a smile on his face.

“I could say the same for you…my sister says you come from Earth X or at least that’s what she suspects considering the Siren X name drop you gave to Klaus.” Sara stated to him. “Are you as batshit evil as my Lucas was or did Batman become a good influence on this version?”

“I do come from Earth X yes but I’m not part of the evil that world is run by your sister is however, I worked alongside my father until…” Lucas began to explain before taking a painful pause, as he was reminded of the death of his father, his friends, his loved ones and the only world he had known as home.

“Until the death of the multiverse…you’re the only survivor from your earth, aren’t you?” Sara asked sympathetically, knowing the answer by the pure look of devastation of Lucas Wayne’s face and the tears forming in his eyes.

“All the worlds from our multiverse are gone…completely wiped out except for the newly reborn Earth Prime…in time there will be more reborn, but our worlds are gone forever!” Lucas cried. “I knew it would one day come to this, but I thought I’d be gone too.”

“We should probably go somewhere to talk about all this something tells me we’re both going to need one hell of a drink.” Sara suggested to Earth X’s version of her Lucas, wanting to stop his cries, distraught to see a soft side to any version of her brother.

“My father said not to trust anyone…but he was highly paranoid, and you are a fellow canary after all.” Lucas replied while drying his tears. “Let’s just keep your sister out of this one!”

Sara Lance had sought out Lucas fully expected to find the man she loved like a brother to be fooling them all but instead she found a good hearted and vulnerable Lucas Wayne, one not too dissimilar to the Lucas Lance she once knew before becoming the Red Canary.

She knew she could trust the Blue Canary as she recognized the pain in his eyes, the loss he must of felt and the loneliness he was now suffering from following the death of his entire world but just because she was willing to trust Lucas Wayne and he was willing to trust her didn’t mean it would be so easy for everyone else.

Sara Lance had been convinced that the man she found in Lafayette Cemetery was in fact the Earth X’s Lucas Wayne, the Blue Canary and the son of batman and decided to take him back to her own Lance Hotel within the French Quarter of New Orleans going as far to take him up to her own private bedroom within the hotel so they could have some privacy.

Sara ordered some much needed beers for them both via room service before they both walked out to Sara’s private balcony, both holding bottles of beers as they looked down on the city of New Orleans taking in the beautiful view that the city had to offer.

Lucas Wayne was taught to never trust anyone but he wasn’t anywhere near as distrusting as his father in fact he liked to believe he was a great judge of character and his judgement for Sara Lance was that he could trust her, a gut instinct which he wasn’t wrong about as she willing divulged information about his doppelganger Lucas Lance.

“I don’t mean to be cruel but I can’t help but see irony that the Laurel you know was determined to stop your Lucas’ evil ways considering I’ve spent most of my life cleaning up after a mother who abandoned me and the evil acts she committed on my earth.” Lucas scoffed at Sara while taking a sip of his beer. “Although I guess your Lucas was also abandoned by his Laurel in a way luckily, I had my father to raise me honestly and not under a cloud of deceit.”

“It wasn’t exactly like that it was a future version of Laurel in our world and she was trying to protect you.” Sara defended her sister while still feeling sympathy for this version of her nephew. “I know you’ve lost a lot and I know Siren X was a wicked bitch but my Laurel’s not like that she’s a hero…just like you.”

“It must’ve been difficult being part of a mission to kill a loved one for the great good I’d like to believe I’d be that honorable if I were ever in that situation.” Lucas replied with sincerity, making it known to Sara he didn’t hold her or Laurel responsible for his Earth X fate. “My whole life has been a never-ending battle fighting side by side with my father with the quest for freedom and now the war has ended…everyone lost…and all I want to do is find another battle to fight.”

“I get that for many years I was an assassin with the league of assassin’s my life was far less honorable but it was a never ending battle nonetheless and upon leaving the league I had to fight someone I called a brother.” Sara comforted Lucas before they both took drinks from their bottles of beer. “My war ended about five years ago and it was hard at first…don’t get me wrong things are never quiet around here, but this life really is an improvement to my previous even if I am a vampire.”

“You’re a vampire!” Lucas said in shock before laughing at the White Canary. “I think I can safely assume that this is Earth Blood then.”

“Lucas…” Laurel spoke with a sense of shock and heartbreak in both her voice and on her face, as she walked into Sara’s hotel room forcing both Lucas and Sara to walk back in from the balcony to greet the Black Canary.

“Judging by you looking not much older than I am that I’m also in the past instead of the present of Earth Blood.” Lucas stated, correctly assuming where and when he was, while Laurel continued to look at her son with tears forming in her eyes.

“He’s not our Lucas, he’s really not but he needs us Laurel.” Sara revealed to her older sister. “I think we need him too…I think you need him too.”

“So, you’re really from Earth X then?” Laurel managed to say as she held back her tears. “You must hate me even more than my Lucas did.”

“Well as long as you don’t try to kill me on numerous occasions, I’m fairly sure you and I will get along in some shape or form.” Lucas replied to the good doppelganger of his evil mother. “You’re not her I can’t hate for actions someone else made.”

“Wow you really aren’t my Lucas!” Laurel both cried and laughed, unsure if she was happy or not by the discovery of the good doppelganger of her evil son.

It was hard for Sara Lance not to see the little brother she grew up alongside when she looked at Lucas Wayne knowing that despite him looking exactly like Lucas Lance he wasn’t that man but he did share many similarities with who her adoptive brother Lucas was before becoming the Red Canary before Lucas Lance gave into evil.

Laurel Lance was resistant at first to get to know this doppelganger of her son but she knew he was innocent and as long as any version of her son needed her help she was going to be there for him even if it caused potential carnage between her and her bonds with the Mikaelson family, knowing Klaus would definitely have something to say about another Lucas being in New Orleans.

Nyssa al Ghul had decided to stay on Earth Blood five years previous creating a league of assassins of her own and claimed the island of Lian Yu for herself and her assassin army using her chance to break free from her father once and for all and both Sara and Laurel had been living on Earth Blood for quite some time too but they were far from alone.

Upon the death of the multiverse Lucas Wayne wasn’t the only one to find a way of escaping erasure by the anti-matter wave and Bruce Wayne wasn’t the only one to learn about the strange world of Earth Blood and the Blue Canary wasn’t the only one who used this world as an escape from their own deaths although he was the only one anyone would be happy to see.

In fact quite a few people from multiple worlds managed to find some way of escaping the death of the multiverse bringing them all to Earth Blood which may not have been a huge concern for the Mikaelson’s but it was certainly about to put the lives of all the canaries in definite danger.

“Well Puddin you don’t quite look like my Mr J but you sure as handsome!” Harley Quinn stated as she walked up to the gates of Lafayette Cemetery to find a different version of The Joker stood there waiting for her, knowing by the look of him he was just as sinister as The Joker she knew.

“Well you look exactly like the Harley Quinn I’m used to.” The Joker replied as he walked slowly towards a doppelganger of his sinister lover. “Now don’t tell me you’ve disappointed me and came alone now.”

“Don’t be silly now I’m a very smart broad and I know if we’re going to take this city by storm then we’re going to need accomplishes…although alone time with you is definitely on my schedule right after some chaos and carnage.” Harley answered with a menacing look in her eyes as Poison Ivy, Ra’s al Ghul and Killer Frost appeared from out of the shadows, each of the three looking just as sinister as delighted with themselves as the others.

The Joker simply replied with a manic and continuous laugh clearly beyond ecstatic to have escaped death once more, eager to rid this world of any good that resided within it knowing his twisted team were more than prepared to take out anyone that got in their way even if Batman himself somehow managed to follow them.

Now truly was the time for some true carnage and The Joker was more than ready to inflict it on everyone that got in his way.

[anarchist-caravan]

(My) TOP Discovered Albums of the year 2019 - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

Here again, for the fourth year in a row! Ready to go through the list of discovered music that I have found this year. It has been quite a long year. The thing that is different from the other years is that I have felt a little bit more stressed about the list. I don’ t know why. Just is. And that is a good judgement of what my year has been about. Stress. Angst. Hardships. Fatigue. And Surprises.

I always think I won’t be able to find any new music each year. But I am always mistaken. Thousands of albums down the road. And ain’t that the best thing. Amidst the times. 

And thus, a lot of the music I found this year, that has been put on this list is of the more chill side. Not anything too harsh. Just.... a stream of consciousness.

As Usual, Albums I have encountered throughout the year are listed below -with only the last five in a true top order:

40.

Mad Doctor X - Picnic with the Greys (1997)

A picnic we should all attend, -don’t forget the Oui’d!

39.

Tomb Mold ‎– Planetary Clairvoyance (2019)

Dang, that’s death metal done well.

38.

Moor Mother - Analog Fluids Of Sonic Black Holes (2019)

Self-explanatory. 

37.

Darzamat - In the Opium of Black Veil (1999)

Good AF black metal. 

36.

karl sanders - saurian meditation (2004)

Darker than you think. Hypnosis.

35.

The Dolphin Brothers - Catch the Fall (1987)

Richard Barbieri and Steve Jansen plays wonderous synth-pop akin to something... I cannot remember right now. But they are good nonetheless. 

34.

Reiko Kudo - Rice Field Silently Riping In The Night (2019) 

(Dis)harmonious multi-instrumental live-recording’easque music with singing and (soft) noise. 

33.

Michael Stearns - M'Ocean

Michael Stearns makes the most chill music in the universe. Except for maybe that one U.F.O. trip album that can be chill in the scary cold sense. 

32.

Henryk Górecki - Kleines Requiem-Lerchenmusik

Classical album of the year. Górecki always delivers. 

31.

VOIGHT KAMPFF - MORE HUMAN THAN HUMAN (2012)

Fast techno-trash metal band. 

30.

Sopor Aeternus & The Ensemble Of Shadows - Death And Flamingos (2019)

Sopor Aeternus & The Ensemble Of Shadows is a band that will always have a special space in my heart. Their music got me through the most part of high school. The dark ambivalent songs. Yet, never forgetting the ironic twinkle in the eye. 

29.

Earl Slick - Zig Zag (2003)

That edge of the seat feel of rock; next stage to come, just: SLICK.

28.

Kooba Tercu - Kharrub (2019)

You will be grateful I rec’d this jammin’ piece of fast jumping action of absurdity and happiness. :)

27. 

Red Snapper - Making Bones (1998) 

Trip Hop Album of The year. Seeing to what trip-hop releases there were around the time of this album’s release, I am so fucking surprised I had never heard of these before. They are just as brilliant as the all too famous Portishead, if not with an upper edge in a lot of cases. 

26.

Supercar - Three Out Changes!! (1998)

Shoegaze of the year. Lovely. CHILL. Summer evening breathe’

25.

Anna Domino - East & West (1984)

Timeless synth-pop with rich textures of dreamy lyrics that ensnares you into a downtempo that.... goes up.

24.

Troy Gregory - XAVIERA (2018) 

Monumental Prog.

23.

shit & shine - bad vibes (2018)

It is What it Says. Yeah I am on Acid’

22.

Datarock ‎- Face The Brutality (2018) 

Norwegian indie masters. I love Datarock very, very much. I’ve listened to them since the 2007 release Red and I don’t know a band with as much coercive pop in each track. This album was a surprise find, since I was convinced they were out of the loop.

21.

HIZAKI grace project  - Curse Of Virgo (2008)   

Symphonic Metal. Hizaki is a master of the guitar. Such Riffs. If you need to drain your brain to metal and feel energized but still mesmerized, this is it. 

20.

Institut Für Feinmotorik ‎- Abgegriffen (2011)

Coolest Experimental Band of the year. Go check them out on youtube. The making of the music here is truly an Experience.

19.

Deafkids ‎- Metaprogramação (2019)

D-beat, Raw Punk, Downtempo ... band from Volta Redonda, Rio De Janeiro - Brazil. NOISE.

18.

 WipEout Omega Collection OST (2017)

The wipeout games are and will forever be my favorite way of anti-gravity racing. The music to Wipeout Omega Collection is as stellar as ever, a great list of electro and techno musicians. 

17.

Hammer Bros. - Police Story (1997) 

Imagine being at an underground hardcore noise rave party in 1997. Imagine the beat blasts. The speed. The energy. Just the grinding shouts, the beat, and you. Ready to dive. BURN. WATER. REPEAT.

16.

AFCGT ‎– Square Microphone Tapes 

Noise rock galore. Glory. Wonderful. Gnarly. Intelligent. Different. Moody.

15.

Future Of The Left ‎– Human Death (2013)

Great leftist lyrics. Another one of RIk’s rec’s. Just Awesome. Good Music. Hate on capitalism and its endless bringer of deaths. 

14.

Molchat Doma* ‎– Etazhi (2018)

Youtube rec of the year. Darkwave energies en masse!

13.

3.2 - The Rules Have Changed  (2018)

The follow up to the infamous To The Power Of Three album from 1986 by Emerson, Lake and Berry. The first record was hated on by many, but I love it. And this very late follow up is a huge accomplishment and honoring to the late people involved. A record my dad would have liked. I just love prog music. Sigh. 

12.

Saori Kobayashi - Terra Magica (2016)

Ethereal Game Music is not easy to make. Yet somehow, Saori manages it. No wonder really. She was behind Panzer Dragoon. Masterpiece album for what a tribute it is.

“Terra Magica is a love letter from Saori Kobayashi to her fans. Featuring the same rich, melodic tones that defined the iconic soundtracks of Panzer Dragoon Saga and Panzer Dragoon Orta, Kobayashi invites listeners to enter the world she has created, while encouraging them to create their very own story to match the progression of the music.“

11.

ENTROPY CREATED CONSCIOUSNESS - Impressions of the Morning Star (2018)

Symphonic Doom Metal of the year

10.

Sleaford Mods - Divide and Exit (2014)

Rec of the year by @planetsedge​ - Rik has served several discs on this list this year.

9.

Mobile Suit Z Gundam BGM Collection (Vol.1 - Vol.3)  (1985)

The title track to this animé, sung by Mami Ayukawa, and its subsequent soundtrack is probably one of the best I have heard. 80′s animé has the best soundtracks, mostly. 

8.

K2 - Iron Kulture 7' (1996)

Noise artist of the year.

7.

Klaus Dinger + Japandorf (2013)

Surprise find of the year in the sense of knowing the artist in other bands (NEU! and Kraftwerk) but totally missing this somehow. Late late find. Total love. Electronic mists will seep into your ears listening to this. 

6.

Beak - >>>

Pop-like krautrock. Laid back, but with thought behind it. Allé Sauvage is my fave track. Just the perfect amount of mystery and rhythm and synths. First list find of the year. 

5.

The Muffs - Alert Today Alive Tomorrow

20 years ago The Muffs released this album, and I wish... the years had been kinder. This album helped me a lot though when I found it. A lot of nostalgia will arise listening to this. 

Damned if you feel alright ~

4.

BIG STICK - LP (2019)

EARWORM OF THE YEAR!!! Calamari Co Co Butter Calamari Co Co Butter Calamari Co Co Butter Calamari Co Co Butter Calamari Co Co Butter Calamari Co Co Butter Calamari Co Co Butter Calamari Co Co Butter Calamari Co Co Butter Calamari Co Co Butter Calamari Co Co Butter Calamari Co Co ButterCalamari Co Co Butttttttttttttttteeeeerrrrr. 

In the bodega. 

3.

Jesca Hoop - Stonechild (2019)

Indie folk niceties. Chill, interesting blend of rock and singing elements. Not mystical, but still with mysteries. Got third place because I kept remembering it so much. It penetrated my skull. 

2. 

Doji Morita - A Boy (1977) 

This album was an early find and should be my album of the year. Morita’s voice is amongst the softest and kindest I have ever heard. And she has all the wonderful aesthetics to boot! Acoustics with accompanying strings and pianos in most of the tracks. It isn’t, because the N’1 is such an explosion of a surprise. 

The third track, ふるえているネ (One who is trembling) is my favorite. I do tremble at the very thoughts expressed in this track. The bird wings at the end... yeah. Every track on this album is a masterpiece. 

Music as pulling one’ s strings of the heart. That is what this album is about. 

I will keep it at that with the words. No more has to be said. Just listen, you will understand. 

1.

Kagami - Star Arts (2002)

Explosive, Happy, Creative, Constantly Changing Originality.

 Techno. Disco. TeSco.

Toshiyasu Kagami was a genius in his genre. I’ve heard a lot of techno mixes and textures in my life, but not anything like this before. 

Each track slaps you in the head and forces you to the rhythm, only for you to go.... HMMMMMMMMmmmMmmMmMMmmMMM MMMMMMMMMMMMM when the flow enters its synergies of musical delight. What else is there to say when your ears are filled with such pleasant sounds. Just when you think it won’t change up, it will change up. Impossible to predict. Dancefloor killer. Intelligent Mixes. 

No philosophical analysis, only my body moving to the most energetic beat EVER.

Concrete Masterpiece. My album of the year in 2019. 

[ourhitofsucrose]

Klaus in Vietnam, 1968

I jumped into fandom after watching all of season one of The Umbrella Academy on Netflix about a month ago, and then rewatching it, devouring fanfiction, etc. As a multi-shipper, this show is fantastic. There’s always some combination of characters for whatever I might be in the mood to read or write, and the show itself gives us such rich interactions itself that there’s something amazingly satisfying even on a fourth rewatch. 

Anyway, a topic I wanted to talk about has to do with Klaus’ sobriety, or lack there of, following his return from Vietnam in episode five. Cut for slightly longer post. 

I am not going to get into the realities of drug use or acts of war on a psyche beyond the facts. Those are subjective topics I don’t feel qualified to discuss in depth outside of fiction. However, I do want to discuss the trend I’ve seen in many stories to identify Klaus as having sobered up while he was in the past. For true love, presumably? And that sounds like a very romantic idea, except

In the show, Klaus is filmed as obviously drunk very shortly after getting to Vietnam.

Dave is likewise drunk, being shown to share at least a couple shots with Klaus before they get together

During the Vietnam war, roughly 3.4 million people (civilians and combatants) died. Klaus can see ghosts and actively hates it (not that I blame him).

Drugs make the ghosts go away. Drugs distract from the immediate symptoms of psychological trauma.

During The Day That Wasn’t, Klaus tells Diego that the last time he was sober was when he was being tortured by Hazel and Cha Cha.

There was drug abuse in Vietnam. Massive and initiated by the upper echelons. The Atlantic writes that “over time, [the Vietnam war] came to be known as the first “pharmacological war,” so called because the level of consumption of psychoactive substances by military personnel was unprecedented in American history.”

Kits were issued containing, among other things, Dexedrine and codeine. Largely untested anti-psychotics were being distributed to active military in droves because they thought it was preventing combat fatigue (PTSD), rather than simply delaying and in many cases exasperating it. 

That doesn’t speak of what was available on the black market. History.com relates a study from 1971 indicating that roughly 30% of the US forces had used psychedelics and hard drugs, and another study from ‘73 that determined roughly 20% of the force was addicted to heroin. Klaus probably had an easier time accessing drugs in Vietnam then he did at any other point in his life, to be honest. He didn’t have to worry about paying for most of it.

I don’t know that I was going anywhere particularly with this, but Vietnam was awful and had far reaching consequences on so many people. The impact of the drug use on returning veterans was so incredibly damaging that it perpetuates a lot of stereotypes today. I doubt we’ll get much more from the show, but it would be so valid if we could see more of the impact of Klaus' service (both related to the drug abuse as well as the toll of being a soldier in general) in a wider arena than the five minutes he gets to be sad every other episode. 

[nikkiwriteswords]

Hey there! I have a TUA theory that's been going through my head for weeks, and I'd love to hear what you think of it/if you can expand it in any way. Basically, I wonder if the powers the Hargreeves siblings have are somehow linked to the country they were born in. Luther, who has a Norther-European-sounding name, has a Viking's strenght, Klaus is from Austria/Germany, countries with a long history of wars (and therefore, death), Vanya is from Russia, homeland to great composers... (1/2)

(2/2)… a friend of mine suggested that Five could be from England, a country which used to control most of the world, because he can go wherever he pleases. I have a couple of ideas about the others, but I’m less sure about them. I’d love to get your feedback on this, and maybe hear your ideas! I think you do a magnificent job on your account (I literally opened my account today cause I couldn’t get enough of the content in your blog!) All the love, and thanks in advance!

Hey! Oh wow, thank you so much!! It makes me so happy to know people are enjoying my blog - so much so that you started your own, that’s amazing! I’m looking forward to seeing what you write: this is a great theory to start with, and I have had some ideas about the characters’ origins before, so let’s see what we can tease out of it: Now, let’s start by saying that we don’t have actual canon confirmation of the siblings’ origin and ethnicities (at least not that I can recall). For one, it’d be inaccurate to try and assume anything from the comics because the style is not true-to-life. However, what we can say is that Netflix’s casting choices for the show brought a much clearer diversity to our (anti)hero family. This is a good  backlash against the prevalent whitewashing in tv and film (specifically Hollywood) of the last few years, but (1, is it diverse enough? and 2) it raises the question of how far we should read into the ethnicities of the cast as reflective of the characters. We must be careful not to 1) confuse comic canon with tv canon, and 2) conflate or assume things about a character identity based on assumptions about the actor/actress, unless they are qualities the cast themselves want to give their character. For instance, I’ve no idea if Cody Ray Thompson is Jewish, but he has confirmed (along with sharing a ton of other personal headcanons) that Dave was Jewish, based on Dave’s surname in on the dogtags. Meanwhile, Robert Sheehan disguises his Irish accent, therefore we can’t assume Klaus is Irish just because Robert is. Accent is a pretty big signifier, tbf, so this one is probably pretty obvious. 

So what can we use as identifiers? Language cues, for one. Although it’s not conclusive evidence, we can theorise that Klaus knows a little German, and speculate that he wanted to feel connected to his German/Austrian heritage and distance himself from his upbringing. Therefore, from a linguistic perspective, names are also quite telling.      

(They could have always been picked out of a hat, of course, but that’s no fun, and name meanings are so beautifully subjective.) This actually ties in with my own ideas on name analysis and what they can tell us about each character. (It’s in my drafts somewhere, but it’s only rudimentary so far). I was inspired when I saw this post [x]. What I had not considered, though, is how their heritage might be alluded to through their powers. The point about Russian composers is really interesting. Of course, other countries have great composers too, so how do we prove that link? If I had any classical music knowledge, I’d look through both the comics and the show for songs Vanya plays, or  music associated with her in the show, or see if there’s any background details that could point to Russian composers in association with her character.  Klaus, Germanic, means ‘victory of the people’. It originated from the Greek Nikolaos (coincidentally… so does Nikki. Just throwing that out there). It sounds heroic, but Klaus is decidedly anti-heroic for most of the first season. So perhaps we can interpret him as, quite literally, not living up to his name. Then there’s the elephant in the room: his untapped potential. Within that meaning, ‘victory of the people’, there’s connotations of conflict (and therefore death); revolution; the underdog rising up out of oppression. As Klaus does. Of course, if we’re talking about German heritage and conflict, we’ve got to mention WW2. There could be tenuous parallels to be made between Reginald and toxic ideologies like Nazism, and the outfit he wears as he stands in the door of the mausoleum did remind me of the uniforms of SS soldiers in Schindler’s List. But honestly, that would need fact-checking against reality, not another movie, and I don’t really want to touch Nazism any further than that without proper research. Nonetheless, I do wonder what the reaction would be to a man with a German name meeting a man with a Jewish name just 20 years after the end of WW2. However, I’d be more inclined to think about that name meaning again - victory of the people - and how it might allude to the Berlin Wall. But again, I’d need to research, because I know next to nothing about it. Could any of this explain his power to see the dead, though? If Klaus was intended to be Germany personified, specifically history of Germany wars and ideological conflicts, I’d say - it’s a stretch. There could be something there about carrying your past with you, learning from it instead of rejecting it, but it’s too vague. I also had brief thoughts on Luther. It is also a Germanic name, likewise derived from Greek, and means ‘soldier of the people’. In Greek, it derives from a word meaning ‘free’. Now, Luther is the conventional hero to Klaus’s antihero. (Does that place them on two sides of the metaphorical wall?) Where Klaus does not live up to his name, Luther does. He is the people’s soldier, with the strong moral conviction to protect and dish out justice. To that end, strength plays into that image. That said, I don’t know if there’s any signifiers from Luther’s character about his ethnic origins other than his name. However, the German theologist Martin Luther, founder of Lutheranism, is thought to be a key namesake for ‘Luther’. Martin Luther was seminal to the Reformation of the Roman Catholic Church, from which Lutheranism was born. Of course, the topic of religion might not relate directly to Luther, but the ideological crisis surrounding the Protestant Reformation - devote worship of a higher power, and a crisis of free will following challenges to predestination (all events in one’s life are predetermined by God) - could be equated with Luther’s crisis of faith in Reginald. All that being said, I also have a very vague recollection from my research that it also literally means ‘strong’. So. Mystery solved?As for Five, I really don’t think we can conclude anything that wouldn’t be pure headcanon. He’s an enigma, and is likely to stay that way. The only thing I can say is that his name - just a number - makes him elusive, hard to pin down, just like his powers.    And, just a final thought: what purpose would it serve, to have heritage linked to powers? Sure, there’s the implication of the effect it has on identity as a whole, which is the underlying assumption of this entire post. But what else does it imply, to use these powers for good (or bad)? Global unification? We know that Hargreeves’s entire purpose for the Academy is to ‘save the world’, but even though they are facing down the apocalypse, the show makes it feel very personal, not universal. A family united. 

[klaroline-4ever]

The Pact: Chapter 23

It was now the end of the day, Klaus made Bonnie send the letters he made to Jackson and some of the witches by using her magic, then Bonnie informed him about how she was able to contact the witch Marcel has been controlling and how she is getting on their side.

Caroline spend the afternoon watching movies with Rebekah, attempting to forget how good it felt having Klaus kissing her and how she wanted to have that happen again.

Elena spend the afternoon explaining Elijah how technology has its perks and how he could protect himself from a few things like getting hacked.

Klaus was now reunited with Bonnie, his siblings, Stefan, Caroline and his other hybrids in the safe house.

"Here's the thing. You all have been doing a great job in helping me getting informed about what was going on with the different factions and how was their relationships inside and outside of the faction. After all the information gathered, I feel that soon it will be time to make a move. Today I contacted with the wolves and the witches by an anonymous letter. Tomorrow I'll send a letter to the vampires who have no daylight rings and that will make the vampires start to be on our side."

"But if they don't know you, how will they trust you?" One of the hybrids asked.

"They are desperate. They are night walkers. Just like werewolves feel prisoners to the full moon, they feel prisoner to the night. They want to be able to go out and live their life. Everyone also enjoys to be in a town that has peace and the problem with Marcel is that he made a town where only vampires can be at peace, at least the ones with daylight ring. Witches, werewolves, hybrids and vampires... we all want to be heard, we all want to have our need met. By providing them a deal with these offers, it will be difficult for them to refuse." Klaus smirked.

"The witches hate vampires." One hybrid said. "And most people hate you. No offense."

"They might hate me, but I will fight to provide harmony to the city, unlike Marcellus."

"I have a question. Why can't you just kill him and just get over this whole thing?" Another hybrid asked and Caroline noticed Klaus felt uneasy.

"He can't do that! If he kills Marcel. His army will want to avenge his death and won't be loyal to Marcel. Besides, it will might make hybrids look anti-vampires or something." Caroline said and Klaus quickly smirked at her as a thank you, then looked at the other hybrid who made him uneasy.

"Don't question my methods, Alright? The deal was to let you be safe and to not kill the ones you care about, but when we will be training for fights, I can easily, as you now say, kick your ass." Klaus said and Caroline rolled her eyes but he choose to ignore.

"Can we go?" Rebekah asked with a bored look.

"There's still something I think you would like to know. Thanks to Bonnie, I am now aware of the witch working for Marcel and we are working in getting her on our side. Soon it will be time for me to make myself known in the city. It will be a big party and when that will happen, you'll be there not only to celebrate but also to make sure nothing wrong will happen as I make my big entrance."

"Dude, you seem like a bride talking about her entrance at the wedding chapel." One hybrid joked, making everyone laugh.

"Show me some respect. I made you no longer be cursed with the full moon. I gave you powerful abilities. I am the original hybrid, the big bad wolf." Klaus growled with his hybrid face, acting all alpha, making the hybrid look down. "Now, we may leave."

***

Caroline and Klaus were in a coffee house that had laptops that people could use, so Klaus used one of the computers to see the email as Caroline acted like a girlfriend because of their cover.

"So?" Caroline whispered, seating next to him, playing with his curly hair.

"They are thinking it's Marcel trying to see who would betray him." Klaus whispered as Caroline kissed his neck.

"Tell them that Marcel has no idea about this. That they need to be silent around him and his little army of vampires because if we work together, Marcel's rules will be over and everyone will have right to be who they are and live in harmony, making a few rules to ensure the harmony won't be compromised." Caroline whispered and Klaus started to write the mail.

As Klaus read a different mail, Caroline started to kiss his neck while caressing his 6 pack under his t-shirt, making him groan lowly.

"You know... if you keep threatening your hybrids when they question you about something, they will stop believing you're taking the deal seriously and will end up leaving..." Caroline whispered and left the coffee house, vamp speeding to her room because she needed some space to control her urge of being close to Klaus again.

Klaus quickly closed the email account and erased the history, then left the coffee house and looked for Caroline by her scent.

"What did you meant when you said all those things back in the coffee house?" Klaus whispered when found her in her room, pressing her against the wall, grabbing her by the waist.

"That you need to control your anger when talking with the few people who are being loyal to you. Just like respect and trust, loyalty is a two way street." Caroline whispered.

"Do you think they are going to run away?" Klaus asked.

"No. At least not now. But people don't take very nicely being threatened almost every day." Caroline pointed out.

"Are they starting to think about leaving?"

"No. At least not now." Caroline whispered, feeling Klaus's hands under her top.

"Are you thinking in leaving?"

"No." Caroline whispered and Klaus started to kiss her neck.

"Good. Because not everyone knows how to organize things as well as you do. That's something that is needed when ruling a city." Klaus whispered as he kissed her neck, making her bite her lower lip to repress a moan.

"You know I won't be your little secretary who just sees what is in your agenda, right?" Caroline whispered.

"I have big plans for you, love. Don't worry." Klaus whispered. "You've been loyal to me. For that, you will be reworded, Love."

"Klaus... I think I should warn you." Caroline whispered, making Klaus stop kissing her and look at her. "I don't want to spend all my life in one place."

"Nor should you. There's so much that the world has to offer you. Great food, culture, Art... Genuine beauty. You should have all of it." Klaus whispered, looking deeply in her eyes.

Next on The Pact

"Keep going. You need to know how to use all the fighting techniques you know." *** "Everyone has at least one weakness." *** "Just be honest. I won't last in a fight with a werewolf or a vampire."

to be continued...