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kennascreepycorner · 4 months ago

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Devil's Heat

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--- ❥ 6.2k words --- ❥ original work, not a fanfic --- ❥ TW; rape, manipulation, kidnapping, abuse, petplay, unhealthy relationships, religious themes, **none of this is okay irl and i do not condone any of this irl, it is a work of fiction**

{ Elizabeth, or Liza, is a nice girl who moved to a big city after high school. She frequents the bookstore, and one day a simple trip there goes horribly wrong.

Silas knows what he's doing is wrong, and he doesn't care. He knew he needed Liza the moment he saw her. }

(also posted to Ao3!)

this is unfinished <//3 I just wanted to post a little bit to see if its any good!!

Kidnapping. It's such a foreign concept to most people, and I mean, it was to me too. Until yesterday. I didn’t really think that I would get kidnapped on account of well, I usually don't consider that stuff.

I woke up yesterday, June 9th, 2024. I got dressed for a simple trip to the bookstore. I didn’t feel like doing much makeup so I all but skipped it, putting on only mascara to accentuate my green eyes, and a small bit of lip gloss. I put my short, blue hair into low pigtails and I looked in the mirror before I left.

I hadn’t realized there was a car tailing behind me the whole way there, I was too busy focused on the road. Driving made me nervous after the accident with my mom when I was 12.

When I got to the store, everything was still normal. I sat in my car for a second and fixed my hair, reapplied my lip gloss, and made sure I looked decent. This was the first day in a while I hadn't felt paranoid, I'd been feeling weird lately. Almost like someone was watching me.

I chuckle at the memory, wishing I would have known better.

As soon as I stepped out of the car, shit hit the fan. I felt someone grab my wrist, and turned around to see a grown man. Albeit, an attractive one, but a grown man nonetheless. He was tall, easily a foot taller than me. He had pale skin, black hair that was long and most likely professionally taken care of based on how healthy it was. His eyes were bright red, and stared deep into my soul. He was wearing a mask covering his mouth and nose, a black button up, and black pants. I was so taken aback that I didn't even think to run.

“What are you-” He pulled me closer to his large figure, covering my mouth as my back hit his chest. I could feel his abs as he pressed his body to mine. Fight or flight began to set in, and I tried to run. I tried throwing all my force into fighting, kicking and throwing myself around as much as I could, but he had me pretty much immobilized.

“Don’t panic, princess. I’ll take good care of you.” His voice traveled into my ears, and made my head spin.

I felt a cloth go over my mouth; and my vision blacked out. I woke up later in this fucking room.

I hate this fucking room.

It’s dark, and it's cold. My only sense of warmth is curling into myself on the small mattress in the corner of the room. My ankle has a heavy chain and padlock around it, connecting me to the wall. Above where the chain connects to the wall. It’s not big; and not very good quality. It’s made out of plywood and has no lid. The room is roughly 40 feet by 40 feet, if I had to guess. It’s a perfect square. All I get to eat and drink out of are two dog bowls. There's a toilet; I can't reach it while I'm chained to the wall though.

My head snaps up at the door across the room when I hear the handle jiggle, turn, and the door slowly creak open. I curl into a ball and shove myself as far into the corner as I possibly can.

“There’s my pretty puppy.” The tall man walks towards me.

“Please don’t hurt me-” I begin to speak, but he interrupts me.

“Do not speak unless spoken to. You are no longer a person, you are my pet.” he walks closer to me slowly as he is speaking.

“Training will be absolutely miserable for both of us. However, if you stay obedient and learn quickly, you can be spoiled like you deserve. Understood?” I stare blankly at him, my mouth drying out. He’s at the end of the mattress.

He looks down at me, his red eyes piercing through me once again, making me fold immediately. I’m scared of him.

“Understood.” My voice comes out shaky and uncertain. He shakes his head, crouching down to look at me closer.

“You may call me sir.” He stands back up.

“Yes sir,” I murmur and feel my head spin once again. I crawl to the edge of the mattress and watch him as he moves around the room, inspecting the small amount of items that are present. Only now do I realize the clothing I am wearing is not the same thing I came here in. All I’m wearing is an oversized shirt and my underwear.

“Are you hungry princess?” He asks, after what feels like an eternity of silence. He looks at me, and I slowly nod my head. He walks over to the door and exits. I make a face, quickly correcting it when I remember my situation. I cannot disrespect this man, it might cost me my life.

He returns with a bag filled with something, and a large jug of water. He walks over to my ‘dining area’, and begins to unroll the top of the bag.

Please don’t be actual dog food. Please do not be actual dog food.

I’m almost happy when I see him scoop out dry cereal.

“This one is your favorite, so you have no excuse not to eat it.” I almost smile at that, finding it somewhat attractive. Then I realize how creepy it is that he knows what my favorite cereal is.

He fills the other bowl with water. He then walks back to the door.

“I will be back tomorrow. I’m going to attempt to make this room more… bearable.” He turns and leaves the room once again. I let out a breath I did not realize I had been holding in. I feel panic rising in me, and I know I need to calm myself down so I don’t have a panic attack. Drinking some water would probably be helpful.

I try and pick up the bowl of water to drink out of it, only to find it has been welded to the floor.

“Deadset on this dog thing huh?” I wonder aloud, not expecting a response.

“You are cuter than any real dog could be, but yes.” I jump when I hear a reply, looking around the room. I hear a chuckle emerge from the darkness again.

“Calm down, pup.” The name he calls me makes my head spin.

“I have an intercom system, and microphones on the camera in this room. I forgot to mention this earlier, but as you start to get adjusted to your new life, rules will be introduced and enforced. One of them is prayer.” I roll my eyes as I hear this.

“Oh great, who am I praying to?” I lay on the sarcasm as thick as possible in this sentence, making it abundantly clear I'm not entertained by the idea of enforced prayer.

“You’ll be praying to me, your new God.” There's a deep chill in his voice, making it abundantly clear he is not joking. I suck in a deep breath when he says this. I can't help but ask myself if this guy is really that delusional. Something deep inside me ignites, though. Maybe a curiosity, but I decided to leave it alone. For the moment, at least.

I lean down, lightly drinking water from the bowl on the floor in front of me. I figure if I can just go to sleep, I can escape this for a little bit. I shakily crawl over to the mattress, and decide to speak up on one of my needs; he seems to somewhat care about them.

“You should pray before bed, princess. Get used to it, if you ever choose not to I assure you, you will regret it.” I feel the expression of disbelief wash across my face.

“I get I’m only supposed to speak when spoken to, but you mentioned making it more bearable in this room. A stuffed animal might help with that.” As I spoke I curled up on the dirty mattress, sucking my arms and legs into the T-shirt that smelled of a man's cologne.

I realized as I drifted off to sleep it was probably his.

I wake up to the sound of the heavy metal door creaking on its hinges. My heart races with fear immediately. I spring up from my sleeping position, snapping my eyes around the room to attempt to ground myself through my anxiety.

“Good morning pup.” I hear a familiar gruff voice from the corner of the room; and I squint my eyes to try and see him. I don’t respond soon enough for him apparently, because before I know it he’s standing over me, and pulling me up by my hair.

Searing pain runs through my scalp as it supports my body weight. He pulls my face closer to him, I can smell the same scent on him that I do on the shirt I’m wearing.

“You will speak when spoken to, understood?” I feel tears welling in my eyes. Fear and anxiety bubbles in my gut, making my legs wobble.

“Yes, Sir, sorry Sir” My words come out in gasping breaths through the pain as tears fall from my eyes.

He drops me onto the mattress and goes back to his work in the corner. I rub the back of my head, a dull throbbing pain emerging from it. My eyes snap shut and I wince from pain. As I reopen my eyes, the room is illuminated by soft pink lighting. A small smile sneaks onto my lips; pink is one of my favorite colors. I hear a chuckle from my captor.

“I take it you like the lights, doggy?” My stomach churns at the nickname, I find myself both disgusted by it and… delighted?

“Yes sir, I do. They’re very pretty, thank you.” I attempt to keep my manners in peak shape, hoping he won’t hurt me again.

I take in how he has altered the room around me. It honestly does look like a childs room; but it’s comforting. The once barren floors are now lined with soft pink carpet. My bowls stay in the same spot, refilled with new water and cereal. ‘Will I only be allowed to eat cereal?’ As silly as the fear seems, the thing I’m most scared about is losing my figure. I continue observing the room. I mentioned one thing about stuffed animals, and now there's a large pile of them just within reach of how far I can go with my chain. There's also a collection of books, once again within reach. I pick one up and realize all of these are all my books, seemingly taken from my house. He has also put all of the books I was planning on reading in here for me. I’m not sure why I’m surprised at this point, it’s obvious he was stalking me.

I’m unsure of how to get my captors attention without angering him, so I raise my hand. His eyes snap to me after I wave it around a slight bit.

“Yes, princess?” He responds simply. I swallow, picking at the skin on my arms with my fingernails. “I need uh, I need to use the toilet.” I shift around, desperately trying to hold it in. He walks over to me slowly. He gestures to my ankle.

“I’m going to take off your chains. If you try to run, I will break your legs.” His voice once again becomes extremely serious, losing its gentle edge that he has applied when speaking to me so far. Fear runs through my veins, and my eyes widen, rounding at the corners. My head bobs up and down in agreement, fear laced through my actions. He crouches down, gently grabbing my ankle. His hand is warm, but his fingers are calloused. He slides the key into the lock, carefully opening the shackle around my ankle.

“I will turn around, however, I am not leaving. Be fast please.” He stands up and turns around. I weakly move up to my feet, and rush to the toilet. I don’t have time to be embarrassed, I’m more concerned with getting my business done. I finish up and return to the mattress.

“I’m done.” He turns around and repeats his previous actions with the same softness as before. My obedient actions have an undertone of fear, not love. Both he and I can see that. He stares at me for a moment, staying at eye level with me. I stare into his eyes and feel heat rise to my face, realizing how exposed I truly feel in this moment. I take the time to observe his face. He has a square, sharp jawline. His hair is pulled back into a ponytail. His eyes are truly one of the most beautiful things I have ever seen. What am I thinking? I blink, breaking the eye contact we had been holding. He stands up again swiftly.

“I have a new mattress for you. I apologize for the state of the last one, my love. This room was used previously for those I didn’t care for so much.” He gestures to a mattress which I somehow haven’t noticed until now. It’s significantly bigger than the one I’m currently on. It has what look like light pink sheets on it, only a fitted sheet. It seems I still haven’t earned the privilege of blankets.

“Please stand up.” He has me stand off to the side as he takes the dirty old mattress and tosses it near the door, moving the new one into place. He steps back and moves his head towards the mattress, silently telling me to lay down on it. I timidly walk over and flop down, my tired body relaxing as the soft foam morphed to my shape. He leaned down over me. I felt his hand move slowly over my thigh. Despite what I’m telling myself, I whimper.

“Please stop..” I whine out, but my body betrays me and my hips buck up into his hand as soon as I feel it against my pulsing cunt. I turn away my face in embarrassment.

“Do you really want me to stop, pup? Or do you want me to keep going, to make you feel good like no other boy has?” My chest rises and falls harshly as he rubs me through the thin fabric of my panties. I feel him pull my panties aside, and before I can offer up a protest he slides a thick finger into me. I gasp out in both surprise and pleasure.

“Want me to make you feel like a bitch in heat?” He begins to move his finger slowly as his voice comes out in a sickly sweet tone. I look at him with half lidded eyes, nodding faster than my brain can even process.

“Okay then princess, here’s what’s gonna happen. You’re gonna let me touch your little body, and I’ll let you feel good.” I continue to nod at him while he speeds up the pace and my hips begin to move once again.

“On the condition that you obey me,” He begins talking as he inserts another finger, soliciting a lewd moan from me as the corners of my eyes round. I start nodding and whimpering, feeling myself get closer to the edge.

“Completely.” He pulls his fingers out at the end of his sentence. My head spins processing what he just told me.

“You want me to.. What?” The fog clears from my mind. He grins at me. He removes his hands from in between my legs. My heart begins to race again, from both fear and arousal. He was my stalker, of course he figured out what got me going.

“I’m the one in control here. You no longer have human rights. You’re a dog. The faster you learn that, the easier it is for both of us, puppy.” He kisses my forehead. I sit up and realize what I just let him do to me. I look down at my hands and they feel foreign. I don’t recognize myself. I realize he’s walking out of the room. I’m freezing cold, so I work up the courage to speak.

“Can I have a blanket?” The words come out just barely above a whisper, but he stops and turns around. I force myself to meet his eyes, and immediately regret having spoken. His eyes are filled with anger; and he’s over by me in a couple quick steps. He grabs me by my neck and pulls me up from the mattress.

“Use your manners, dog. You’ll get a blanket when you fucking earn it.” Tears well in my eyes as I begin to thrash around from a lack of air. He drops me on the mattress and I begin to gasp for air. I try to get words out but my throat hurts too much. He walks to the door.

“Be grateful for what you have, mutt. This could be much, much worse.” He opens and closes the door quickly. I figure that I should try to do something that will calm my ragged breath. I realize tears are streaming down my face. I picked up one of the books I was reading, I had started it the day before he took me. I look at the cover and something inside my stomach churns. It feels wrong reading dark romance now that it so heavily applies to me.

Looking around the room aimlessly, I decide going to bed is probably for the best. As I lay down, in my sleeping position that is becoming all too familiar, I hear the distinct sound of his voice.

“Don’t forget to pray, princess. We wouldn’t want to give you a punishment now would we?” My eyes snap open, fear coursing through my veins once again. I move quickly, assuming the position that I’ve seen people take before praying. I’ve only ever seen this in movies, of course, but I still try my best. I clasp my hands together above my head, and look at the ground before closing my eyes. I mumble out a quick prayer, trying to stall so it seems that I’m saying more than I actually am.

Once I’m done I crawl back into bed. I suddenly remember the pile of stuffed animals that is in my reach, and I opt to grab one that looks eerily similar to my favorite one from home. Upon further inspections, I realize she is the one from home. I don’t even question how he got it. In my sleepy haze, I find this overall more comforting than disturbing and I drift off to sleep.

I wake up from a lovely dream of being at home, in my bed, with a blanket and pillows, to being in this hellhole again. I sit up and groggily rub my eyes. I groan. I glance over at the cereal and water, which I didn't eat or drink all day yesterday. Then again, I have absolutely no sense of time, or what day it is. It could still be yesterday. Whatever, it doesn’t really matter right now. I pull my hair back and lightly sip at the water. I’m still getting used to drinking out of a bowl. This place is odd. I feel so loved and cared for, yet so trapped and scared. I wonder if dogs feel like this. I don’t exactly know how to feel. I’m mostly scared and angry. I didn’t fucking ask for this. I didn’t ask to be taken hostage by some creep and forced to play his sick demented little game.

I pull my face back from the bowl of water, setting my weight on the balls of my feet.

At the same time, I can’t help but wonder if this was fated to happen. All the books I read are exactly like this. I literally fantasized about this stuff. I never expected it to actually happen to me though. I sigh and plop down on the mattress. As much as I like the pink lighting, it’s starting to get a little old.

“What’s your name?” The sound of my voice cuts through the silence, and all I can hope is that he’s in whatever room he has set up to monitor me so he can hear me. I sit and glance around, waiting calmly for a response.

“My name? Why do you ask, princess?" I struggle to find a response, blurting out whatever comes to mind.

“Well I mean, you know everything about me. If I’m supposed to fall in love with you, I need to know a little bit about you.” I can hear the uncertainty in my own voice. I’m not entirely lying; I can’t fall in love with someone without knowing them first. The only thing is I have absolutely no intentions of falling in love with this guy. At the moment, I’m utterly disgusted both with him for forcing himself upon me, and with myself for allowing it to happen.

“Well I suppose I could let my prey know who is going to devour her mind.” I shudder at the insinuation that he's going to devour me.

“My name is Silas." My curiosity is piqued by this. It’s an irregular name, that’s for sure.

"Silas Nocturne. The few friends I was capable of making call me Sigh on account of my intimidating demeanor. However, neither of those names may leave your pretty lips. Also, don’t roll your eyes, little dog.”

A small part of me feels fuzzy at the nickname, and I immediately push it down. He is not your friend or owner, I remind myself in my head, He kidnapped you. I fall onto my back.

“Thank you for telling me. Sorry for uh, rolling my eyes.” Even I can hear the disdain in my own voice as I apologize. My gut instinct tells me to obey him in order to please him, but I won’t let myself. I will not lose myself in this, I can’t. I bring my hands up to my face, palms together, and I begin to pray.

“Please god fucking get me out of this place.” I mutter it under my breath, over and over again, hoping to please the demands of having to pray to him. Silas doesn’t need to know that I’m not praying to him. I bring my hands back down to my sides, and stare at the ceiling. With nothing to do I find myself drifting into sleep once again.

Waking up here is dreadful. I either wake up to being alone, or I wake up to this crazy fuck who thinks he’s a god. Every time he opens the door, I desperately try to hope for an escape. I don’t think I’m getting out of here any time soon. Silas has started coming in here every day when he sees that I’m awake. Sometimes, he’s in the room before I’m even awake. He just sits there and watches me sleep, it’s extremely disturbing.

I groan, trying not to make my discontent too obvious or he will be down here immediately. I manage to drag myself into a sitting position, my posture resembling that of a hunchback. I slowly move to check the box on the wall. I have no idea how often it’ll be filled up. I peer over the edge, my curiosity peaking as I see something sparkle inside of it.

I scoot closer to the box, wanting to know what’s inside yet being scared at the same time. I take a deep breath before reaching my hand into the box fully. I feel around for a second before my hand hits something soft. I feel my heart drop as I pull it out of the box and realize I’m holding a dog collar.

What the fuck? I stare at the collar, unsure of what to think. It’s a fuzzy pink fabric, with a light pink clip resting on either end, and a metal D-ring sewn into it. The D-ring has a small tag hanging from it, it’s heart shaped.

I read the tag, almost being distracted by the rhinestones on the edges. ‘Silas’s puppy’ I turn my nose away with disgust. Why is he so insistent on me being his dog? I am a human, not an animal. My focus on the collar is broken when Silas walks in, carrying what seems to be a large, light pink dog crate. It takes all my concentration to not let my jaw drop.

“Good morning pup.” He smiles at me in a manner that would usually be loving, but due to the situation it sends chills down my spine. I stare at him with horror, unable to find a response. He lets the door slam behind him, and he begins to set up the dog crate. I focus back on the collar. I will never put this on, I swear it on my life. I don’t notice his gaze on me again until he speaks to me.

“Ah, I see you’ve discovered your present.” My face contorts at his misuse of words. Present? This is all one giant punishment. I can’t bring myself to speak, my stomach twisting in a mixture of fear and rage. He crouches in front of my figure, pulling my chin up to look at him.

“Let me explain, puppy.” I pull my face back from his hand, not wanting him to touch me whatsoever. He sighs, walking back over to the dog crate, which was now fully set up. There's also a blanket draped over the top, making the prospect of going inside of it all the more horrifying for some odd reason. Aside from it being pastel pink, I hate it.

“Since you're my dog, I need to train you. Usually, I wouldn’t crate train an animal, but you’re a special case, princess.” My eyes are fixed on the crate. A plethora of thoughts race through my mind. The most pressing question I have comes out of my mouth before I can think to hold it back.

“Are you going to put me in there?” I vomit the words out with such urgency that he’s unable to decipher what I’m saying. He stares at me and smiles.

“Why, princess? Is that what you’re scared of?” He stalks over to me and places a hand on my head. I flinch at first, but relax into the touch as it stays gentle.

“Is that what you don’t want me to do?” He questions me, suddenly closing his fist around my hair. I gasp and lean into his touch, hoping to lessen his hold, but he just pulls with more force. He drags me off of the bed, pulling me to the crate by my hair. Fear and panic start to set in as I thrash and kick my legs but remain unable to escape his grasp. He throws me into the crate, kicking at my legs a bit to make sure I go in fully.

He closes the door, locking it not just with the metal hinges on the crate, but padlocks too. I stare in dismay as I start to cry. I assume he hears my sobbing, because he crouches down to look at me.

“Wondering why I did this, princess?” His tone is mocking, making it very clear the question was rhetorical. I’m too petrified to speak so I just nod in response.

“I did this because you’re ungrateful. You don’t appreciate how well I treat you. Every single night, I see what other, more cruel people would do to a pretty young girl like you if they found you. That’s why I saved you. That’s why I need to protect you.” He talks to me like he's making any sense, as if this isn’t the most absurd thing I’ve ever been told. As far as I’m aware, he works at a fucking gas station.

“You don’t understand how good you have it here. So you’ll learn to appreciate it. It’ll be good to put the fear of your God into you.” He stands up as he finishes his statement, pulling the blanket fully over the crate, engulfing me in darkness. I feel my breathing speed up at an alarming rate. I hate the dark. My eyes dart around the small space, waiting for a lingering danger to leap out and hurt me. My labored breaths speed up until I can feel myself becoming dizzy. I weakly suck in a deep, harsh breath, before my vision goes dark and I collapse.

I wake up still in the crate, my own personal hell. I have no idea how long it's been. I try to sit up, and I end up hitting my head on the metal bars that make up the top of the crate. I have to stay in a small and uncomfortable position, my knees tucked under me while I basically fold in on myself. I hear his voice break through the thick silence.

“Scared yet?” I logically know it’s coming from the intercom system he told me about before. Right now though, my brain couldn’t care less about logic. I find myself returning to my unhealthy habit of picking at my skin. Dark purple bumps already litter my appendages as a result of my awful coping mechanism. I feel my nails dig into my skin, and the warm blood that follows after. The pain keeps me grounded. At some point after doing this for what seems like hours, I fall asleep again.

I don’t know how many days I’ve been in this crate. It’s had to be at least two, and Silas hasn’t come to see me even once. In a strange way, I miss him. It’s dark, I’m deprived of my senses. I’ve managed to find a somewhat comfortable position to lay in while I'm here.

I can’t even muster up enough energy to look his way when I hear the door open. There’s no point anyways, I can’t see him because of this damn blanket. I just start praying that he doesn’t hurt me anymore. He circles around my crate, watching me, making me feel like prey being sized up by its predator.

Which isn’t too far off from what this is. My eyes watch his feet, but I don’t move. He slowly begins to unlock the crate. I feel relief start to pool in my chest, until I look at his eyes. They’re dark, a sinister gaze falling into mine as I realize what’s going to happen to me. He stands up, opening the crate door as he does.

“Get out, mutt.” I slowly maneuver out of the crate, shaking with anxiety. His eyes slide from me to the spot at his feet. I begin to stand up to walk towards him.

“Stay on the fucking floor. Dogs don’t walk on two legs.” His sentence grinds out through clenched teeth. I drop to the floor as fast as possible, all I want is to avoid getting hurt.

Though, I have a funny feeling that won’t be possible.

I crawl on all fours to his feet; the act is so humiliating I feel my body try to reject it, but I swallow my nerves and force myself to move. I get to his feel and rest on my shins, letting my arms fall to my thighs.

“It’s been five days now. Learned your lesson yet, puppy?” The question has a condescending ring to it, which I don’t register fast enough. Five days? I try to cover up my shock; ultimately I fail.

“Yes, Si-” My sentence is cut off abruptly with the harsh feeling of a hand hitting my face. My vision is flung to the side as I process what just happened. I take in a deep breath, and look at him once again. He gives me a small smile and reaches to stroke the hair on my head, making me tense up. I watch him closely as he reaches on top of the crate, producing the pink fuzzy collar from before. I stare up at him with light confusion. As he begins to fiddle with it, I stop paying close attention. I observe him instead. His hands, though large, move carefully. Every twitch is planned, he’s coordinated, calculated. He sees me staring at him, and a small smile moves across his lips. My eyes stay trained on his face as his tongue dips out of his mouth and onto his bottom lip. It moves slowly yet confidently over the soft skin that makes up his mouth, then moving to rolling against the air all too seductively.

I feel a burning heat rise between my legs. He stops moving his tongue, seemingly done tweaking with the collar from before. He reaches down to clasp the collar around my neck, and it feels suffocating. Aside from the fuzzy feeling encasing my neck, there's the feeling of two cold, dull metal spikes poking into the right side of my neck. He notices as my hand raises up to feel them.

“They’re electricity conductors. I’ve set them up to shock you at a high enough level to hurt you, but not to seriously injure or kill you.” He speaks nonchalantly, as if his words haven’t come straight from a horror movie. I tug at the collar, fear making me act on impulse. He chuckles at me.

“Silly dog, there’s no use. I superglued the clasp together. That collar isn’t coming off your neck until I say it does.” He coos at me. I see him pick up a small remote and I begin to tremble. I swear to everything and anything that might be Holy, if this fucking creep shocks me-

My thought process is cut off by searing white pain crashing through my whole body in waves. My vision goes black, and I feel my body fall onto the soft carpeting that lines the floor. I wake up panting and sweaty, and I look at him with more distrust held in my gaze than anyone could imagine. If he wants me to love him, why is he doing this?

I look up to see him standing over me, smiling.

“That was the lowest setting. You didn’t do anything to deserve it that time, I just wanted to demonstrate what awaits you if you're disobedient.” He allows me time to crawl back onto my legs, slowly recovering from the sharp jolt.

“Have you realized your situation now, princess? You will fall in love with me, it’s only a matter of how much I have to break you first.” My brain barely processes what he’s saying, a throbbing pain emerging from it. I just need to go along with this, I will find a way out eventually. I swallow my pride before pawing at his leg with a closed fist and whining slightly.

“Aw, is the little puppy hurting?” His tone is belittling, making me feel like an idiot just for existing. I nod my head, slightly turning it away as a blush fills in across my cheeks. I’m not lying to him. My head is pounding. He hooks a leash onto my collar and leads me to the mattress.

When did he get a leash? I don’t think much of it due to the haze my brain is in from the pain. He sits down on the bed and pats his knee lightly. I shuffle over to his legs, my head throbbing with pain more and more with each movement. I position my body between his large legs, resting my head on his lower thigh. I feel my eyelids start to fall, but before they can completely close I hear a familiar but gruff voice speak to me.

“Here princess, take this, it’ll help the pain.” Before I have a chance to protest he’s forcing pills into my mouth followed by water, plugging my nose and making me swallow. I try to catch my breath after being force fed mystery medication.

“What was.. What was that?” I feel my head begin to throb harder, the room spinning around me. He strokes the top of my head and shushes me. I don’t have the energy to protest, and opt into blinking over and over again in a desperate attempt to ground myself. On the last blink, I see Silas begin to unzip his pants.

I feel myself slip into sleep, even as I put all my effort into resisting it.

I wake up, and I’m laying on the mattress. I rub my eyes and sit up groggily. I feel a weird, cold sensation between my legs, and reach down to feel what it is. As my hand touched my inner thigh, I feel a cold sticky substance on my leg. My stomach turns and ties in knots. I pull up my shirt in a panic, finding relief that my panties are still on, and his mess is just on the outside of them.

Fucking pervert. My face contorts with disgust. I feel myself start to get sick, and I run to the toilet. I vomit for what feels like hours. I have no idea what time it is, ever, and it’s driving me insane.

After I finish throwing up, I try to drink some water. I then slowly crawl up onto the mattress, realizing he took the blanket. I sigh and start crying, letting myself relax for the first time in what feels like forever.

#writers #writers of tumblr #my writing #original character #original work #oc writing #original fiction #original story #dead dove #problematic fiction #tw sa #abuse tw #tw dark content #tw assault #tw abuse #tw manipulation #tw rape

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saras-devotionals · 8 months ago

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Quiet Time 3/23

What am I feeling today?

I wish I had woken up earlier. I feel like I had been asleep forever and wasted the majority of my day so I’m kinda beating myself up about it. Also, I dreamt about my ex last night and it brought back all those emotions but I think it brought some closure too. Also dreamt about the guy I like, it’s not fair, every single time I think ‘I’m over him! I’m totally over him! It’s never gonna happen!’ then I see him again (I saw him last night) and my heart goes wild all over again and I’m so tired of it. I want to be able to move on from him bc that’s the advice I’ve received, that it’s probably never going to happen and sure it stings and hurts every time I’m told that and I wish it didn’t and the only way it wouldn’t is if I could move on!! sometimes I kinda just wanna scream or cry in frustration bc I’m just so sick of it! Anyways, I’m sorry about that rant, I guess I just needed to get that off my chest.

Bible Plan: Spiritual Wilderness

The Spiritual wilderness is a place of wandering. It’s a time when our feelings can fade, our finances might get dry, our relationships get sour, our experiences with God seem to be shallow, and our doubts get amplified.

Spiritual wilderness is spiritual warfare. There is one key that can help us win this spiritual warfare and move us from a spiritual wilderness to victory. That key is worship!

In the wilderness, we will either whine or worship. Chronic complaining may seem natural and come easy, but it has dangerous consequences. Complaining is to the devil what worship is to God.

Wilderness is a dry place; worship is the water! Naturally, we get water from a lake, river, or well. The children of Israel got their water from the Rock. The Rock symbolizes Jesus Christ. That speaks to us today that our worship must flow from who God is especially in our difficult days. Even if our life is currently not doing well, God is good. Worship is essential to surviving wilderness. It will keep us spiritually hydrated.

Not only does worship help us get through hard times without becoming whiners, it is also our spiritual weapon. We are created to worship but called to warfare. One of our weapons is worship. God wants us to have praises in our mouths and His sword in our hands. Spiritual warfare doesn’t work if our mouth is full of complaining and admitting defeat.

Complaining is to the devil what worship is to God. <- this line stood out to me! I kept in mind what the Bible says about grumbling and I caught myself a couple days ago and it really hit me! And with this line!! It hurts even harder!! My goal is to not complain for the rest of the day, whatever I have to get done, whatever I have to do, I’ll do so with worship on my tongue, not complaining because the Lord desires and deserves worship!!

‭‭Isaiah‬ ‭43‬:‭5‬-‭7‬ ‭NIV‬‬

“Do not be afraid, for I am with you; I will bring your children from the east and gather you from the west. I will say to the north, ‘Give them up!’ and to the south, ‘Do not hold them back.’ Bring my sons from afar and my daughters from the ends of the earth— everyone who is called by my name, whom I created for my glory, whom I formed and made.””

I think this is really sweet🥹 talking about how He’s with us and will gather us from the end of the earth🥹 also keep in mind that God formed and made you, I know some people can get on about how they look and even I can get like that too but remember your creator, remember that He made you and He loves you and creature you for His glory!

‭‭Acts‬ ‭16‬:‭25‬-‭26‬ ‭NIV‬‬

“About midnight Paul and Silas were praying and singing hymns to God, and the other prisoners were listening to them. Suddenly there was such a violent earthquake that the foundations of the prison were shaken. At once all the prison doors flew open, and everyone’s chains came loose.”

Tbh this just further shows you the power of praise! Even though they were in prison, they never stopped praying and giving glory to God!

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11 November 2024

I've been sick for days, not sure what it is, some kind of infection, not that I can do anything about it. My body hurts, especially at night and I can't sleep long enough as even without an alarm I wake up way to early and can't stay in bed because of the pain.

Sadly the weather doesn't help, I don't know what's going on but the pressure and humidity makes me feel dizzy and sweaty. My fingers are slippery, I can't focus on anything.

I wish I could do something, anything. But beside walking in the same empty neighborhood, there is nowhere I can go outside of my little room. My motivation is leaving me again. Everything feels like there is no point to it.

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It's not something I like to think about but I really failed my artistic ambitions. I always waned to draw a certain way, then I focused on my stories and adopted a simpler art style, turns out that now, neither are good. I can't really draw like I used to anymore. But I also know that people don't follow me for my art anymore.

When I see every artists around me get so many followers, their art attracting so many people while I stagnated bellow 1k for 10 years. It really feels like it was all for nothing. When I talk about my art with the in-laws or any stranger who ask about it, I feel ashamed. They always look at me with pity for working for free, being proud of receiving some donations of Patreon like some kind of begging street artist. Nobody understands me, they don't even really like what I do either. Just like at my old workplace; because art is my whole life, I talk about it a lot, but I do see how they perceive what I'm showing them. I'm like a kid bringing pasta necklaces for mother's day. How pathetic. Maybe my life would be better having a normal job, real money, finally getting my own place, afford to go to the store... Some days I just wanna fake my own death and disappear forever, being somebody else. Maybe I'd just die for real. Some days I feel like I should have done that back in the days instead of trying to talk myself out of it, I survived for nothing.

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I was working on my analysis of Silas this week. I don't know what is the purpose of doing that really. My boy has like 3 fans who may read it and disagree. But I thoughts that it would be nice to have a definitive reference for my character of him in "This time I can share it with you". But to be honest nobody reads that thing either. How embarrassing to want people to see me and my feelings.

#journal

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professionallydeadinside · 2 years ago

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“The author is gay! He’s not fetishing gay people!” Just because hes gay doesnt mean he can’t fetish gay people. He can still hurt gay people and make them feel uncomfortable and like they’re being overly sexualised or loved only for their gayness. Its also an extremely flamboyant comic, which adds to that feeling. There is only one character that doesn’t come off exceedingly cutesy, flamboyant, or something in between, and even he veers dangerously close to the territory. It has been a staple of homophobes to portray gay men as “not real men,” as flamboyant and pink and high pitched and “girly.” Now, there’s nothing wrong with actual gay people that act in those ways, I myself like being flamboyant and wearing dresses and feeling pretty despite feeling like a man, but it is a favourite of the homophobes. This comic has no characters that portray the other side of gay men. It doesn’t show the gay men that homophobes are afraid of, the ones that act tough and “manly,” the ones that are muscular and big and act like how sexist homophobes think a man should act, all tough and closed off and head held high. Are these both valid gay men? Yes. Is it alright for a creator to focus mainly on one, especially if they identify more with one than the other and would like to use their personal experiences to shape the characters? Yes. But it is telling that there is absolutely no attempt at having any other character than the flamboyant twink. It feels very close to what homophobes almost always describe gay men to be like. Just because the creator is gay and trans doesn’t mean they can’t do something to make other gay and trans men feel looked over or hurt. For a comic that is meant to be amazing queer representation, it likes to only focus on one kind of queer. And i don’t just mean gay men. I feel that, if you make your characters well, a person from the opposite gender could see aspects of the characters and see themselves in them. Such as a flamboyant lesbian looking at the Prep character and seeing aspects of herself in him, like maybe her attitude or her views in life. But by only have flamboyant characters? You exclude the tougher gay men and any other tougher queer that would like to see themselves in this comic. If anyone is going to defend this comic on the basis that it’s good queer rep, they need to see that it isn’t actually good queer rep. It’s good flamboyant queer rep, which is different. Good queer rep implies theres representation for all types of queers, but there isn’t. Jock is the closest there is to a more bear-ish queer, I suppose, but he doesn’t display any of those characteristics. He’s essentially Prep in a muscle suit and a slightly toned down personality. There’s nothing unique about him, when he could serve to be part of the representation so desperately needed to make this a comic worth actually defending

I LOVE YOU AND YOUR RANTS SILAS AND I WISH I COULD CONTRIBUTE MORE TO THEM BUT HEAD EMPTY SO I'LL JUST POST THEM <3

#answered

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wondereads · 1 year ago

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Personal Review

The Spirit Bares Its Teeth by Andrew Joseph White

Summary

Silas is a boy. He's known it for years. Unfortunately, born with violet eyes, England's Speaker Society, those who can communicate with the dead, is set on using the body he was born with as a tool to breed more of their own. When Silas is caught trying to secure his freedom, he is sent to Braxton's, a finishing school for young girls afflicted by Veil sickness. Struggling against everyone who tells him he is a girl, even himself, Silas uncovers a conspiracy at Braxton's that threatens everything he loves.

TW: medical content/trauma, transphobia, gore, forced institutionalization, misogyny, ableism, homophobia, attempted rape, sexual assault, abortion, body horror, pedophilia, abuse, mutilation, attempted suicide, animal cruelty, mental illness

Plot 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10

While I would say that despite there being a lot of character-generated conflict, there's quite a bit of plot in this book. While the main plot isn't introduced until a while in, Silas' situation and potential escape are enough to keep things going in the first bit. I wouldn't say that there are necessarily any plot twists in this book. There are certainly reveals, but once you've become accustomed to the cruelty of the men around Silas it's more of a confirmation than a twist.

This book is definitely not for the faint of heart. As you could probably predict from the extensive trigger warning list, this book is a very disturbing read. Each of those warnings is for something graphic, and I mean graphic. The horror of what women and gender non-conforming people of the time had to go through is very adequately portrayed and in excruciating detail. White's other book is also horror, and it seems that this is where he thrives. What Silas and the girls at the school go through is truly horrendous, but it all plays into the plot. They are never suffering just for shock value or anything like that, and the ending is quite satifying.

My one criticism is the worldbuilding. While I found it interesting and unique, I do wish it had been fleshed out a bit more. Silas is constantly mentioning how much power the Speakers have, particularly within England, but it's never really explained how that came to be and what that means outside of the high society circles. Other than that, I was engaged and on the edge of my seat the whole time!

Characters 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10

Silas is an incredibly well-written character with apparent flaws and distinctive voice who is still sympathetic and likable. From the very beginning, readers can instantly grasp the horrible life he has had from being unable to conform, both in terms of gender and his autism. As such, his continuing aspirations are admirable, and his extreme hesitance to speak or act out are understandable. Silas' growth to become secure in his actions and his identity is amazing, and incredibly satisfying to read.

While the odds of Silas meeting a trans girl, especially one in such a convenient position to help him, is a little unrealistic, I loved the introduction of Daphne. She did seem a little too perfect at times, but in a world where they have so little hope, her and Silas' relationship was a welcome ray of light, even if it did progress a little quickly for my liking.

The side characters were amazing. The girls at the school, particularly Mary and Louise, who while unlikable at first are fleshed out quite well. Mary in particular has a pretty great arc, and her scenes of grief were heart-wrenching. Charlotte and George are characters I love to hate. Incredibly interesting from an analysis perspective but scum of the earth from any other. I also really liked how the antagonists got no redemption. They were horrible people, and they were dealt with as such.

Writing Style 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10

Overall, I would say the writing is pretty standard for YA, especially in the in-between scenes where things are some semblance of 'normal'. However, there are two things that bump up the rating for me. First, I loved the rabbit as a metaphor for Silas' insecurities and also survival drive. It puts Silas' fears in a clear context that makes understanding him much easier.

Also, while incredibly disturbing and often having the effect of making me feel queasy, the small intermissions from the perspectives of the dead girls were phenomenal. They add so much tension and urgency to the story, and they got some of the most visceral emotional reactions from me.

Meaning 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 (spoilers in this section)

This book is fundamentally about a trans, autistic boy trying to make his way in a world that insists on placing roadblocks wherever he goes. Silas' determination is so admirable, and I think it is very important that this book ends happily. Yes, Silas and the girls went through the most horrendous times of their lives, and some of them didn't make it out, but some of them did, and they get to experience peace for once in their lives. This book brings attention to the horrible things people went through during this time, but it isn't completely hopeless, and I think that's quite important in this day and age.

Overall 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10

This book was amazing. There are very few bad things I could say about it, and most of those are personal preference. Now, it isn't for everyone, as it's basically gothic horror to the extreme with some very sensitive topics. However, as long as you can stomach this sort of thing, I highly recommend this book. It's dark, tense, and not without some hope.

The Author

Andrew Joseph White: American, also wrote Hell Followed With Us, has an MFA in Creative Writing

The Reviewer

My name is Wonderose; I try to post a review every week, and I do themed recommendations every once in a while. I take suggestions! Check out my about me post for more!

#books #reviews #the spirit bares its teeth #andrew joseph white #historical fiction #fantasy #historical fantasy #speculative fiction #lgbt #trans protagonist #trans love interest #spirits #mediums #conversion therapy

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💤😓 for victor and 🚫💯 for archer :)

Victor:

😓DOWNCAST FACE WITH SWEAT — is your oc open-minded or stubborn? are they inquisitive or do they prefer to keep to their bubble of knowledge?

I think I lean towards saying stubborn for Victor and you see that some throughout the story with how he keeps trying not to “be the hero” and also refuses to change in some ways as well. Victor is inquisitive though lol and I actually have curious listed as a personality trait for him, but just cause he’s curious bout something doesn’t mean he’ll do anything with that knowledge

💤 SLEEPING SIGN — is your oc a light sleeper or a heavy sleeper? how are their sleeping habits?

Hmmm maybe heavy sleeper? I feel like he sleeps pretty good whether it’s aided along or not, at same time though I’m sure he has nightmares and other various bad dreams TT

Archer:

💯 HUNDRED POINTS SYMBOL — share three random facts about your oc that others may not know.

But I feel like I’ve shared everything I got so far �� ummm ok I’ll just say some random things and it may or may not be new to people idk anymore

1. Can change appearance should he wish but how he looks currently is his preference (so in some ways you could say he’s nonbinary but up for debate)

2. Has habit of running hand through hair and tapping his foot

3. First demon Silas summoned and basically stuck around for amusement

🚫 PROHIBITED — does your oc drink/smoke? do they do it regularly, or is it more on occasion or for special events?

Yes to both but I wouldn’t say it’s very regular and he drinks more than smokes (like I think archer used to smoke more but stopped cause of Silas or something) so I’d say maybe more like social drinking and stuff, depends on setting and mood etc

#thanks for asks <3 #asks #character asks #oc: archer horn #oc: victor doyle

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casspurrjoybell-24 · 3 months ago

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The Alpha's Boy - Chapter 3 - Part 1

Book Two In : The Alpha's Trilogy

*Warning Adult Content*

Alistair 'Star' Claymore-Phoenix

I'm sure every kid or teenager had trouble with their parents.

We always want to hide things, keep our life private.

I didn't grow up with parents, I didn't get the chance to hide things from them before they were murdered.

Then Charles Maverick raised me for a few years.

Actually, it was more like Elijah and the other shifters in the pack that raised me.

Some days I missed it, the old pack-house.

It was one big home, three stories, ten bedrooms on each floor.

The days that I wasn't locked inside my bedroom or Charles's closet were the best.

When Charles let the sunlight hit my skin.

When Elijah was allowed to bring me food, take me into the yard.

I knew they fought for me, all of them fought for me against Charles.

That's how I ended up where I am now because they fought to bring me here, Charles was originally going to bring a letter and a photo of me but they fought to take me here, with the hope that I could run away and though I didn't run away, I did get away and now I was with my dads.

My dads, who both looked really angry at the moment because as much as I wished it, they were a lot smarter than they let on.

I was sitting in Darren's office, across from the desk as he sat in his office chair, while Silas stood alongside him.

"Explain to us again what you were doing in the woods in the middle of the night when you told us you'd be spending the night at Ivan's place?" Silas asked, his big arms folded over his chest as he and Darren wore matching lifted brows.

They were good Dads, they were fun, caring but they were also in charge of a whole pack of people and though Silas was the kind of Alpha that let things go, he was not one to just sweep things under the rug.

Darren was a perfectionist, he wanted everything a certain way, he wasn't as forgiving as Silas and that usually ended up with them fighting but their fights never lasted long and I wasn't looking forward to being the subject of that arguing later today.

'We just went out to get some air,' I tried to explain but the look on their faces told me I wasn't fooling them.

"You and Ivan went to get some air, all the way at the lake with three other boys?"

"Four," Silas cut in, my brows raising in question.

"Patrick was also seen leaving the woods from the pathway that comes from the lake and it's not like Patty to take a midnight stroll in the woods."

I sighed, my lips pulling inwards.

'It was just a birthday thing for me. It's no big deal.'

"It is a big deal Star. You can't tell us one thing and then do another. What if it was Charles? What if it was Lucca? You told us you'd be inside all night, safe in someone's house. Not in a field with your friends doing Moon Goddess knows what."

'We weren't...'

"Save it Star. Your eyes are bloodshot and you fidgeting, it doesn't take a genius to know what you've been doing in the woods," Silas said, cutting me off.

I slumped in the chair, looking down at my hands, willing them to just stay still for a second but it was no use, no matter what I did my hands ached to move.

"How often have you been using?"

I looked back up at them, sighing.

'Just last night, I haven't touched anything since the last time. I swear,' I signed, the lie coming easily from my fingers to them.

Darren just shook his head, before pushing the chair back and standing on his feet and just like that, it was over, I got up and left, a pit still in my stomach knowing I was lying to them, that they were going to believe me because they trust me.

'It was just that easy?'

It was later that night that the itch hit me, Silas was putting the twins to bed while Darren had to work late at the office.

So I took that as prime time to go outside, phase into my wolf and clear my mind but first, I leant over into my dresser, taking out the small, smell-proof canister that hid in a ball of underwear and undid the lid, revealing four little pink pills sitting at the bottom.

Quickly, before the scent, though not grand, still something Silas could pick up from across the house if he wanted to, I popped two in my mouth, swallowing them dry before putting the rest away.

Taylor had given me more this afternoon but I kept them under my bed, in a tissue box until I needed to clear them out.

Getting out of the house was easy, I could hear Maddox screaming his ABC's while Dad calmly sang them to Malachi.

He was distracted enough with them that I would dart out of my room and down the stairs.

One of the benefits of being a Golden Wolf was that you were quick, quiet and sly, kind of like a fox, in and out of your phased form.

It was like playing among us on 2x the speed.

Once I was outside, I lifted the sweater off my head, looking into the distance to not distract myself with what my body looked like, I didn't need my high to become depressed.

That would be dangerous.

'It has been dangerous.'

I was in my true form within seconds and running into the woods.

I had given Ivan a text, letting him know what I was doing but I knew he would be asleep, that I would be safe from him coming into the woods looking for me, knowing good and well that I was being stupid.

I just wanted to make sure, I needed to know who was out there, what they were doing and if they were coming for me.

I wasn't worried about Simon coming to get me, if Simon came back the first place he'd go was to his brother and we all knew that but Charles and Lucca?

If they were looking for me, they would want my head on a silver platter and maybe going out in the darkness, alone was a bad idea for that but I had to know, the itch to see what was out there was intensified by the high and I had to see with my own eyes if my brother and captor were stalking the pack-lands around my home.

I wanted to know how safe I really was.

My nose was to the ground, no unfamiliar scents were coming in, though Charles was known to have a scent mask.

He would want us to know he was around because that was just the kind of man he was.

If he had sent one of his goonies to scoop me out, he'd want us to know.

I had walked to the lake and into the deep woods beside it when I heard something snap from my right side.

Someone was walking towards me, I could hear their feet and the low growl they let off as a warning to me.

I should growl too, let low and let them know I wasn't messing around but my mouth wouldn't do what my head wanted and before I knew it I was belly up, with two very angry, brown eyes looking at me.

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im gonna send the character cast rq uhhmm ye

resistance

dallas (you know this guy!!! this dude!!!)

Alibi - The Jester/“Zinnia”. all pronouns. literally,, when i was thinking of the identities to give xym, i just wrote down “whoops! all gender” and i think that says a lot about rot. trans, nonbinary, pangender, pansexual, asexual, panromantic. AuDHD (autism + ADHD).

heavily implied to be in a relationship with dallas during walls arc and up to their death in the wilds arc. its all i think about. however idk how to define it. idk if theyd be in a queer-platonic relationship (which is the only one i’d give bc im projecting onto dallas and dallas is the same flavor of aroace i am). i also feel like they wouldnt use a label. theyd just be like “we are best friends. we would live for each other. we would die for each other.” maybe some kind of alterous attraction but i wouldnt know— im quoiromantic/nebularomantic (aromantic microlabels). so since i cant think of it, its just gonna be like unlabeled but Its There and its FUCKING OBVIOUS LMAO (it gets worse when i imagine the scene of: alibi bleeding out in dallas’ arms as they scream for a medic among the screaming crowd, trying not to get trappled by people scrambling for safety from the royal forces. dallas is applying pressure to the wound like skip told them. why isn’t it working? why is it not working—?!) (dallas just turned 16 two months ago. alibi was only 3 months older.)

they wouldnt actually have their title of The Jester unless i tweak some things bc those titles are from the rebellion arc, which alibi had already died and wouldnt be there for. the flower titles do have meanings though. theyre from my floriography book, i can pull it out and share if you like?

it’s legal name is charlemane, but they actually don’t mind it. dallas would call them charlie in serious moments.

Asmodae - The Shield/“Cypress”. legal name: raelynn marie hellings. she/her. cis, lesbian. autism.

largely inspired by astrid from HTTYD! the badass-ness!! the take no shit!! the snark!!! while still being kind!! aaHHABAHHS! now that i think about it, also a lil bit of natasha vibes.

they are always down to fight and WILL fuck you up. they are the protector. they are the one to confront the bully and be like “what did you say about my sibling?!”

Juno - The Dahlia. legal name: june absidee goldborne. they/she/fae. genderfae. idk their romantic + sexual orientation actually— i didnt think about it. autistic *vine boom* adhd *vine boom* anxiety *3 fast vine booms*. hispanic— one parent is something similar to mexican except mexico doesnt exist in this fictional world. i dont have a world map made. the walled-in city doesnt even have a name 😭 has either/both POTS or EDS (cant decide). uses forearm crutches and sometimes a wheelchair!

hella good sniper. the long range fighter of the group. fae is very sweet and hyper-empathetic. instead of being shy, they’re just awkward (relatable)

she’s also known as The Black Dahlia. can unassemble and reassemble a gun in *really fast time idk i dont touch guns*. mercenaries wish they were as good as them when it came to guns.

Skip - “Clematis”. legal name: silas (no last name made). he/him. cis, bisexual. autistic.

THE OLDER BROTHER YOU WISH YOU HAD. THAT I WISH I HAD. AUGH. (RIP skip actually imagine getting tortured— huh what? did i say something? :3)

he jokes around a lot, hes snarky, hes sassy, hes sarcastic, hes caring, hes protective, hes— *chokes on air*

hes the one that gave dallas the name/title striker. hes the adult that believed in dallas (older by like,, 7 or so years i think)

The Family/The Eyes

dallas!!! wooah!!

Aji (ahgee - ă-jē) - The Apogee. any pronouns. literally agender. panromantic asexual. AuDHD.

it normally takes the form of a human teenager or child. xey are older than one could imagine, as they were created when the first world came to fruition.

many actually have a betting pool on how old she is. none of them are winning.

he is very parental tbh -> “no. no, aji. we can’t take in another kid.” “BUT LOOOOKKKKK! THEY WERE ABANDONED AS A SACRIFICE TO THEIR MORTAL GODS— CMONNNNN PLEASEEEE *puppy dog eyes*” “ugh fineeeee”

seraphina! nicknamed sheriff by dallas (seraph said weird). she/they. panromantic lesbians.

as i mentioned, their backstory is dallas’ OG one— er,, a few details of it.

backstory ->

she was like. an amalgamation tbh. mostly human but has enough elf genes to perform minor spells. but then was kidnapped and was experimented on and grew wings when she was still alive. (they stuck into her death and then her ascension where she grew a total of 6 wings. thats the common wing amount for those in The Syzygy.)

there was a trafficking ring for people who were experimented on. she was one of the only older kids in the ring (that survived) so they were babysitting and im :[[[ aWHg my heart

she was sold to a wealthy rich man. the angel from original poem. the angel that saved them is Apogee? probably. or one of the Five. (these are the details from the poem) (since writing the notes ive decided its most likely aji or dallas)

Memphis. they/she/he/it. agender + pansexual. AUTISMM BRR BRR BRRR where da hoes at (/ref)

no backstory or anything theyre still new but OhhOho My goD tehyre. zjsnsjsnntheyre so pretyt theyr Hot- theyre AHHWHSB /p.

RAHHHHHHHHH

these guys look SOO COOL!!!!!!! i want to befriend tgem ALL……….. im obsessed with aji’s design :000000

i want to give them all a big ol hug

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influencermagazineuk · 5 months ago

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Justin Timberlake Arrested for Driving While Intoxicated in the Hamptons

Justin Timberlake, the renowned pop star, was arrested on Monday night in the affluent Hamptons enclave of Sag Harbor for driving while intoxicated (DWI). The 43-year-old singer was detained by police and is scheduled to appear in court later today. Gage Skidmore, CC BY-SA 2.0 https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/2.0, via Wikimedia Commons Details of the Incident Timberlake was reportedly pulled over shortly after midnight after leaving the American Hotel, where he had been dining with friends. According to a source, police frequently station cars outside the restaurant to monitor for potential drunk drivers leaving late at night. Timberlake was pulled over around 12:30 AM. TMZ reported that Timberlake ran a stop sign, which led to him being stopped by the police. He performed a field sobriety test but refused to take a breathalyzer test. He was arraigned and released on bail, facing one count of DWI and citations for running a stop sign and failure to maintain his lane. Upcoming Performances The arrest comes at a busy time for Timberlake, who has two upcoming shows in Chicago later this week and back-to-back performances at Madison Square Garden in New York City next week. Public and Family Reactions On Tuesday morning, Timberlake was seen outside the police station in the Hamptons. His wife, actress Jessica Biel, recently took to Instagram to wish him a Happy Father's Day. The heartfelt post included images of Timberlake with their sons, Silas (9) and Phineas (3), and a loving message about his role as a father. Biel's caption read, "You’re so many things to so many people. But to us you are THE ROCK. The rock we climb on, we lean against. The rock that shades us from the sun. And when we recline on you, as we always do, hopefully our butts will keep you eternally grounded and warm." Timberlake also shared his own Father's Day post, expressing his love for his children and his gratitude for being their father. He wrote, "My 2 greatest gifts. I learn more about myself everyday just because you both chose me to be your Daddy. I will always be there for you through your peaks and valleys… to lift you up and show you how high you can take this life and to pick you up when you fall. And, of course, to flood you with insufferable Dad-jokes all along the way. I love you both so much. Thank you for giving me my biggest purpose." Legal Consequences and Future Implications Timberlake's arrest for DWI could have legal and career implications. While no one was hurt and there was no drama at the scene, the incident might affect his public image and upcoming performances. Fans and the public will be closely watching how this situation unfolds and how Timberlake and his team handle the aftermath. 1. What happened to Justin Timberlake in the Hamptons?Justin Timberlake was arrested for driving while intoxicated (DWI) in Sag Harbor, Hamptons. He was pulled over shortly after midnight for running a stop sign and subsequently failed a field sobriety test. 2. Did Justin Timberlake take a breathalyzer test?No, Timberlake refused to take a breathalyzer test after being pulled over by the police. 3. What charges is Justin Timberlake facing?Timberlake faces one count of DWI and has been cited for running a stop sign and failing to maintain his lane. 4. How did Jessica Biel react to the incident?Jessica Biel has not publicly commented on the incident. However, she recently posted a loving Father's Day message to Timberlake on Instagram, highlighting his role as a father. 5. Will this incident affect Timberlake's upcoming performances?It is unclear at this time how the arrest will impact Timberlake's upcoming shows in Chicago and New York City. He is scheduled to perform later this week and next week. Read the full article

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15th Jan 2024

Watch thread for Good Trouble S5b:

(I still can't believe this is the final lap like 😣😣😣😣😣😣)

Ep 11:

- The Silas thing could've easily happened for real and it makes me realise how unsafe the Coterie is like there's no real security for the place and you can only secure your room but anyone could walk in and hang around in the bathroom or kitchen or any of their common areas like....

- Seeing the actress who's working with Luca in the kitchen makes me remember that she played Jojo on Home Economics and i reallyyyy wanted her to end up with Connor but now i'll never know because the show got cancelled 😣

- Kelly has done it again (negative) like whyyyy make things awkward omds

- Mariana's response def proved him right

- "Isaac is always blushing" 😭

- Not to be overly critical but why would you wear white on white to a date like......even if they were going to an upscale restaurant, there's no worry about stains....?

- Malika and Isaac establishing rules of their dynamic is sooooo Tatbilb coded

- "What's THAT supposed to mean?" is such a charged question like i would've just acted frozen instead of attempting to answer at all

- Davia's hand brush off 🤣🤣🤣 and RIGHT

- Hmmmm i wonder if The Bear inspired them to do this Dennis/restaurant arc in a way

Ep 12:

- This intro was definitely inspired by The Bear (minus the zombies ofc)

- Evan still gives me butterflies especially because of the history he has with Mariana

- "I can't drop everything to help you again" oh wow....

- As much as it stings, i'm glad that Malika is learning how to handle failure

16th Jan 2024

Ep 12 Contd:

- Awwww they brought Raj back

- This negotiation scene really makes me wish this show had gotten a 6th season so that the dynamic of co-CEO/exes/friends could be navigated further like Evan and Mariana's history is getting deeper and richer and more layered and i really love it

- Not in the same office 😭 oh i'm definitely tuned into seeing what happens between them!

18th Jan 2024

Ep 13:

- Gael's new tenant is so fine and he reminds me of Will Poulter (and both of them need me!)

- "I don't eat lunch" oh Wow

- The lift thing would make me sensitive too like i get her

- Alice trying to be positive with the critique 😭

- Chai this talk between Gael and Davia is really how silly certain annoyances seem when you say them out loud like

- Love love love seeing Mariana and Evan with all this tension between them

- "What happened between us?" WHOAAA

- Even hearing the recap was complicated like My Goodness......they went through one million things together

- This amnesia thing actually works for Evans so that they can make him redeemable as a better person

- She should've texted discreetly!!!!!

- Jokes aside, it's embarrassing that Evan can't handle a little tension without trying to put distance immediately (and maybe i need to grow out of that too like whoa.....)

- Not them doing Rock, Paper, Scissors......they are not serious people

- I really like how that one moment of concern for his wellbeing melted some of the tension between them and i like the idea that you can fight with someone while trusting that they care about you and will be there for you if need be.

- I really don't trust the councilman like i hope Malika doesn't take the deal. She can stay back for Lucia's sake but she shouldn't give the impression that she's doing to get something from him because he'll definitely ask for a favour in return

- Awww i like the vulnerable convo Davia had with her but wow it takes courage to be that direct

- NOT THEY DID THE LIFT OHHH.....

- Serena is evil i fear

- I love love love what the turtle represents between them

- He's rememberinggggg <3!

- Also still thinking about the ER doctor like he still needs me (platonically)

25th Jan 2024

Ep 14:

- The intro scene is soooo camp like this is REAL tv

- Joaquin putting away the cereal makes me wonder how they keep track of food in general like who buys cereal and milk? Are they generally for everyone or each person has their own? Do they buy cooking ingredients separately as well?

- Look at this tiny baby in his hands 🥺😣🥺 ohhhhhh i love the doctor icl

- "Twist. He's got a girl and it's not you." GASPPPP OH MY? 😭

- 3 sisters and 4 brothers like WHAT???

- This soft lighting and dreamy background music is giving romcom

- The way people feel about Claire being an obstacle to Sydcarmy is a bit like how i feel about Riley like let's get to the real love interest - Ladle!

- This Black waitress with the blonde braids looks soooo pretty omds

- These little intimate touches are soooo good like the hand on the knee and the shoulder push ‼️

- Davia's castmate is messy like even if it was true, why would you discuss that with someone? And in public too???

- The doorknob print wasn't a good idea in the first place because multiple people have touched the knob since that day and also Silas is definitely smart enough to wear gloves and keep his prints hidden!

- Ladle watching from the kitchen window is hilarious LIKEEEE 😭 babes it's a wrap

- "I wasn't the one who cheated. I was an accomplice, which isn't great but it's not the same thing." Oh....

- Dennis and Davia's fight was fun to watch especially the way it ended

- Awwww Callie's (text) cameo 😣

- I had the feeling that Jenna went back ☹️

13th February 2024:

Ep 15:

- Kelly is so messy for hiring Angelica omds

- Ladle giving him relationship advice is sooo 😭

- "Oh, Evan needs me" "Evan doesn't need me" AHHHH 🤣

- Malika having two love interests ohhh she's taking it fr

- I need to watch Casablanca like i'm so intrigued after watching this

- Kelly's reveal 😒.....they need to boo her off the stage 😾

Ep 16:

- AHHHHH CALLIE'S CAMEO

- Oh and she has bangs too like WHOAAA

- I've missed Callie so much like it really hasn't been the same since she left

- I love Malika's hairstyle in this scene - it's like she braided her locs into all back sections and then wrapped up the ends in two buns at the base of her neck

- See the way Callie mentioned all those charges quickly like that's a real lawyer!

- Off topic but i love her suit so much

- "I need you to be safe" WORLD STOP

- The height difference shocks me everytime like i really planned this fr

- The way Malika & Mariana are living parallel storylines of carrying someone's burdens on their backs. I know it's not always intentional but this is how men usurp the energy out of women in their lives by letting them carry and carry and carry all these emotional weights until they have nothing left to give inside.

- I love the entrance but how on earth can Callie afford this jeep service 😭 (no shade ofc)

- The way they've allowed Joaquin's storyline to absorb Mariana's life like my goodness......what happened to our sister to tech???

24th February 2024:

Ep 17:

- AHHH MOTHERS SIGHTED <3

- I feel sad that the show is ending with this season because i would've liked to see the storyline about the doctor go on for longer!

- Why does everything have to a Public Service Announcement like just read the review when you're alone 😭

- Everytime the Moms come on the show, it makes me want to watch The Fosters.

- This doctor always has his philosophy hat on like i love him

- "Shea Coulee is an icon"

- Not the exact order with his mom word for word ohhhhh i know she's more annoyed with Jamie now 🤣

- No but the similarity between Callie and his mum is sooooo.....

- "You did not misread the vibe" OHHHHHHHHHHHHH HELLLLOOOOOO

- I love this doctor so much it's unreal like i need this exact situation with a doctor guy to happen to me word for word

- Ambushing him at his mum's funeral is VERY out of line even if they're doing it for a good reason

5th March 2024

Ep 18:

- Callie is so pretty like that's cousin!

- "You don't like ramen" the way that one statement rolled out the tension of their history/past/emotional rollercoaster oh wow

- "Torn between the two of them" one of them has been in love with her for years and quite literally took a bullet for you and the other one is a co-tenant that has bonded with her over the course of adrenaline-inducing adventures like i think it's not really a torn situation i fear....

- I'm acc a bit displeased that the show tried to force this love triangle thing when Evan and Mariana have multiple seasons of history & love & hurt & complex feelings like Joaquin is just not able to evoke that level of emotion in her imo

- I loveeee Evan i'm sorry like he's literally the love of my life and i want to hear his little facts at every party forever

- The premise of the Coterie is so revolutionary because look at how Luca's life has been impacted since he moved in, especially for Callie's help with his green card.

- Awwwww Bailee Madison's cameo (i have no idea who she was on The Fosters 🧍🏾‍♀️)

- Awwwww so Jamie met Callie at the brother's engagement party 🥺 maybe i do need to watch The Fosters

- Awwwwww they displayed an old picture of the kids and Noah C is there 🥺

- Not the Pretty Woman box closing reference 🤣

Ep 19:

- Saying "it's not very sexy" about an app is very out of character for Evan like who wrote that....

- I love the tension that a little bickering can bring into the room 🤭

- This fake musical actually sounds good like maybe they need to make this a real thing actually....

- "I don't think he's ever gonna remember the man that he was" why did my heart just drop to my stomach......endgame is looking very rocky ☹️

- Mariana needs to be more careful omds like why show your face at a search on his property!!!

- Also there's a high chance that Silas has an inside informant who already warned him ahead OR he has exhumed the body already

- Also getting a bit worried about how the show will wrap up its 3 million storylines by the next episode.

- OH MYYY? That flashback was shocking even to me like Evan and Mariana looked so much younger oh wow

- Riley is human so i can't fault her for wanting that openness from him but she needs to remind herself of where Luca is coming from. Like a year ago, he didn't even have a job, home or friends like he's literally rebuilding his life and his person one day at a time.

- The Coterie is an odd place because imagine coming home from a long work day and wanting to just sit in the dining area and eat a meal and now suddenly you pass someone breaking down in tears in the hallway like......

- I KNOW THAT INTRO MELODY OHHHHHHH they're playing Aly & AJ!!!!!

- The parallel of Evan gaining back his memories with Mariana vs her sleeping with Joaquin at the very same time......network tv can be so insidious 😭

11th March 2024

Ep 20:

- What does she mean by "I'm ready to move on?" 🤔🤨

- "Kowtowing to a bunch of elites" loooool this doctor needs to wake up to the REAL world like creative circles tend to be about making connections in order to get opportunities like

- "Jay, you've known me 5 minutes. How could you really know who i am?" OH wow.

- "So, was Riley in class today?" Sister just ask the real question 😭

- Davia: "Two years is a long time"

Dennis: "Not in the scheme of our whole lives together" ohhhhhh he ate this likeeeee come on!

- Mariana is not even considering her professional life like imagine if the news breaks that the co-CEO of Speckulate is running around and trespassing on people's property like....

- 15 minutes left and still no endgame confirmed like i feel very uneasy

- I don't like the way finales always pack a million shocks at once like it's a surprise every minute my goodness like what do you mean they're selling The Coterie ☹️😔

- "They ended up cancelling the sitcom. They just pulled the plug. It's a brutal business" FREEFORM CATCH IT 🤣🤣🤣

- Ohhhhhh Ladle is his girl now 🥺

- Callie acting as Update Central for this last dinner 😭

- Danfo driver mention okay i guess....

- Kelly's mullet is superb like wow

- AHHHHHHHHH WE WONNNNN

- Got my endgame against all odds 🤣🤣🙏🏾‼️

- Awww the little look that Callie gave Joaquin was heartwarming 🫂 i hope he finds his own love eventually

- The final scene....the montage....everyone leaving gradually.....i feel emotionally wrecked.

- I cannot believe this is over. This show has seen me through some of the most life-changing years I have had and it gave me laughter and joy and a (virtual) family and i will miss it so much. I'll also miss livetweeting about it but i'll really miss this group dynamic because the concept of being an adult and living with a bunch of friends like this.....it feels like a dream. I'm glad I got to experience that dream through this show.

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Answering Boracay Q’s

Side kwento about this Boracay photo: Wala pong edit and burst po ito with directions sa mga millennial magulang. Paling ng naman po ang horizon pero wala akong paki. Raw po tayo e. ‘Yung mom La Salle. ‘Yung dad, Ateneo. Tapos mash up ‘yung unico nila ng blue and green. LOL. Cheerdancer vibe ‘yung mom, tapos sabi ko sa dad, stomach in pa siya then taasan niya pa ng slight yung bato sa anak niya sa air. ‘Yun lang po, opo. :D Maraming magulang din po ang nag-express ng concern kung paano namin ito natawid. Nasambot po niya at sabi ni unico, isa pa raw. :D Napagod na ‘yung dad kasi Gen X na siya e. So, balik na tayo sa daily lives natin. Thank you! Warmest regards. Since babalik na po tayo sa tamang landas with AI x human-centric micromoments, punta tayo sa mga usual Boracay questions because ang init na. Hindi na kaya ng blazers x turtleneck forda corporate life ang lagay ng panahon sa kalakhang Maynila. Syempre, hindi naman tayo andito for the bots but in the name of answering questions, and questioning answers because todo bigay ang pasavogues everywhere and anywhere. So, let’s use lunchbreak for thought farts break bilang I solemnly thing my Holy Week break will be with my lola ulit even when Siargao, Palawan, Cebu, Zamboanga, Camiguin atbp are waving. :D Adulting muna tayo opo kahit gusto ko na lang talagang mag booze out habang ina-achieve ang caramel skin tone na pangarap ko since forever. :D In between kasi ako ng light and caramel skin which is ughhhhhhhh but sige lang. Okay. Fine. Segue ulit: Sarap talaga magtype sa Macbook even when I’m a S-Series girl pero ‘pag may red wine na iPhone na hindi sobrang over-processed yung dusk and dawn, sige na. Natawid niyo na yung 1TB wish ko e; but sa tamang panahon kasi ang tinde ng Apple mag-gaslight e sila mismo ang tinde mang-track ang mag-monoplize ng content. CHE.

Balik na tayo sa mga tanong about Boracay. But, onting bwelo pa. Ayoko talaga ng Boracay kahit fan ako ng Project 81 or 84 na ba ngayon because: -Para siyang BGC or BF Par or Maginhawa na may dagat -’Yung tours are soooo fucking basic -Ang hirap ng culture-based tours -Hassle magbike kasi pota yung ahon and shit yung lusong lalo sa New Coast -Andami mong likely na kilala so deliks ‘pag gusto mong kumawala sa ganaps or hanash mo -Syempre, zoning is but on paper pero mhie, ‘wag ako kasi ang laki ng kita ng tourism dito. ‘Wag ako. -Boracay even when it is rehabilitated is dying slowly. -Seafood is uhm lang. Uni is sooo basic lang. Food is oks lang. -Also, Boracay ang pinaka maraming aya sa akin pero it’s not my vibe talaga kahit noon pa Pero, dahil sa pilit na consistent of my people, okayyyyy. Sige. I gave Boracay a good number of tries. I really did. Verdict: OK siya for inom and bum basta sa steady side. Sunsets are hit and miss. Mas marami pang magandang lugar sa kanya BUT the sand in Station 1 is dreamy and buttery. Oks na? So, eto na tayo sa exciting part. :D Q1: When is the best time to go to Boracay? For me, a few days AFTER any holiday. You may also consider at least 3 days before any holiday. Why? Boracay is too little to move around with freedom ‘pag nakisabay ka sa crowd. Too tiny kasi literal na pinilit ipasok sa one side ‘yung mga ganaps. ‘Di mo rin naman masisi kasi iba rin talaga ang sand sa White Beach. Q2: What’s the best mode of transport from Caticlan to the island? Private, DIY or semi-private? Funny kasi, solo travel ako tapos budget mode ako sa transpo bilang sobrang antukin ko. Quota ako sa tulog OR ‘pag okay kwentuhan, kahit hanggang 2 days, g tayo diyan. Ekis ‘yung una kong punta sa Boracay which is right after pandemic because sobrang bagsak presyo and iwas-COVID tayo and all and also with a good friend na may kid + a good friend na takot sa virus.... so eto na po. Nag-private transfer kami. Nasundan din ‘yun nga isang expat friend biglaang invite before Christmas kasi wala daw siya kasama, so okay.... mas private transfer po tayo. OPO. Syempre, hindi ko kinaya ang cost pero tinawid natin kasi tayo ang naga-adjust tapos, category is: social experiment. Sayang din kasi Miles pero transfers are cash naman lagi. Third visit na I think, lasted 3 weeks na dapat 1 to 2 months because another travel buddy egged me, budol mhie kasi sabi is samahan ko siya tuparin ang pangarap niyang work from Boracay dream. Sabi ko is, okay fine. Basta 3K ang 2-way ticket or kahit close to 4K. And pooooof. Nabook ang really good deal. Nag-semi private kami meaning may tour officer kaming naka-transact. :D Soooo, ano nga ba ang best? Dun sa top search na may magandang reviews on FB na semi-private almost same lang siya sa private tour to be honest. Basta hindi masyadong maraming kasabay. :D One-way ng private was 1.5K minimum, wala pang tips ‘yan. So in theory, ubos-pera ka talaga. Sa semi-private, mga 400 to 500 pesos depende sa season. Ang difference lang is lakad plus naka-aircon ka sa lahat ng private tours + speed boat. Kung hayok ka sa gram at status eme, private ka. Pero, in terms of sulit points and efficient buy, semi-private is PAK. DIY naman, to be honest, comparable ang rates sa semi-private but be prepared to face the hassle ‘pag sobrang aga or sobrang late ng flight in or out mo. Tapos, DIY means lakad agad papuntang trike terminal na hassle pag ulan or sobrang init. Not sure nga why ang layo ng trike terminal to think na dapat first thing na welcome is ease of transfer.

Q3: How much is your Boracay budget, all in? Depends ulit sa gusto mong ma-experience because sabi ko nga, ang Boracay ay parang BGC with the gedli after you cross Market! Market!. Flights can go as low as P3K, two-way or ‘pag impulse ka or gusto mo lang talagang itawid, P14K the last time I checked which is quite recent pero ekis na ‘tong invite na ‘to kahit too good to say pass kasi free accoms basta may kapalit na decent and honest review sa Hotel XYZ. ‘Wag na nating i-name, for now. LOL. Food starts at P80 sa carinderia style sa Station 2 and 3. Then it can go up to 1K++ if nasa Moven/Shang side ka na at iba pang pa-eme spots. :D LELS. Again, even Shang food is oks lang though syempre ‘di naman tayo alta ever kaya baka iba yung quality ng dine in guests (birthday celeb invite ito) sa totoong guests doon. LOL. Fruitshake and coffee are also oks lang start at P120-ish. Then, the calamansi cupcake with the million-dollar view is P25/piece. Syempre sa carrot cupcake po tayo, pero wala rin. So basic. :D Two Season Boracay Starter Pack na oyster sisig and cheese pizza mga 1K-ish pero dahil okay ang staff, sulit na sulit ang mojito na paapawin mo tapos mapaparami ka. Accoms, depends din ‘yan. Starts at P500/day ‘pag backpacker ka, swerte mo kung near the beach na decent and can go up to 20K++ depende sa mission mo at kung sino ang kasama mo. So, budget all in for Boracay, estimated at around 12K per person for 3D/2N for a super basic experience pero oks na rin kung gusto mo lang din mag-Starbucks tapos mag-sunset na hindi maayos ang exposure. :D Tapos, Ceb Pass ka dapat then DIY para makapag-tour ka and at least 1 meal na oks. ‘Pag naman mas pak, around P40K to P50K for 3D/2N... note na, discounted deals pa ‘to sa Moven and Crimson, New Coast side. :D Then, may decent booze ka na rin diyan saka water activities. Ems. ‘Pag naman pangmalakasan, P150K++, puwede ka ng mag-helicopter tour + exclusive yacht pero wala e. Ang onti lang din naman makikita mo. LOL. Bitbitin mo pa bike mo pero sure mo dapat na pak na pak ang kondisyon mo or else... bahala ka sa dear life mo. Syempre, wala tayong ganitong experience kasi I would rather max out sa Palawan or Cebu. But, since may pinsan akong matic-Shang kasi ayaw daw niya sa side na maraming tao, nag-estimate lang ako ng galawan niya. :D Introvert siya masyado rin so perfect talaga sa kanya ‘yan and nepotism baby rin siya. EMS. Tuloy ko na lang ‘to kasi tapos na ang lunchbreak. Dami ko na namang gustong sabihin about the pros and cons of Boracay. Dapat series-content ito pero guluhin natin ang algo bilang wala pa namang AI na contextual ang ganapan. Malayo-layo pa ‘yun. Pre-dystopian era pa lang tayo saka baka naman maging mutant pa ako before I hit old age. Peg is: Jean Grey x Wolverine. :D Abangan. And we continue... Q4: What is special about Boracay? Kahit major bash ako sa Boracay, ang honest opinion ko, Boracay is convenient. Comfort zone kasi madali lang siyang puntahan kahit seniors, pets, babies/kids at iba pa. Kung baga, universal naman siya. Hindi tulad ng Palawan na sobrang layo unless mag-direct flight ka. Legit na lakad ka lang onti, sakay trike or magpa-private car sundo at hatid ka around the island, maco-cover mo lahat. Kung kids naman, super happy sila sa sand kasi very sensory experience siya talaga. Hands down. Si Alonso, yung super energetic kid na kasama namin doon, solid na happy siya. Kita mo talaga. Kung baga, starter pack ng masalimuot na Pinas travel because crappy infra talaga tayo noon hanggang ngayon na least hassle. Also, ‘pag natiempohan mo, maganda ang sunset saka maraming photo and reels spot ang Boracay for a diverse set of biases. Plus, syempre, solid talaga uminom doon. Paraw pa rin optimal for people watching kahit shabby na siya kasi sulit ‘yung happy hour. Puwede mo pang palakasan ang bawat mix tapos andami mo talagang makikita. Pwede ring magbasa ng book doon ‘pag ‘di pa todo ang PL sa background. ‘Pag gusto mo naman medyo tago pero may view pa rin, The District. Ganda ng view kasi medyo mataas, hindi masyadong matao noong ilang punta ko lalo nung nag-three weeks ako then decent ‘yung food plus mura siya for the place. Akala lang ng mga tao, intimidating. Sa Shang/Moven/Crimson side naman, sobrang onti lalo ng tao tapos may chances of picking up seaglass ka pa sa super early morning. Puwede ka rin mag-jog or walk or yoga by the beach dito pero mas optimal ‘pag sa New Coast side ka. For me, memories sa Boracay is what makes it special. EMS. Hala. Hahahaha. So, eto na naman ‘yung counter current. Ganun talaga. Q5: Legit ba ang Two Seasons pizza at oyster sisig, buffet at mga sugbo/boodle fights? Sakto lang. Parehas lang halos ng lasa sa Manila. Mas gusto ko pa Marco Polo or basta nakalimutan ko na yung isa pang hotel sa Cebu na ansarap ng breakfast buffet. LOL. Two Seasons pizza parang normal lang din and oyster sisig, comparable sa Locavore or Manam. Pero syempre, kahit ilang beses kong sinabing ayoko na nito, siguro mga 10x combined kain namin nito sa 3 stays ko. Hahahaha. Wala e. Ganun talaga. Q6: Station 1, 2, 3, New Coast or yung kabilang side? Depends sa vibe and budget mo. Ideal for me na kung sa Station 1 ka, legit na least lakad if not beach front ka. New Coast sobrang onti pa lang ng tao kaya push ‘pag gusto mo ng “different” vibe. ‘Pag gusto mo ng maraming gagawin, food, happy hour, gym, massage, meditation with gingko biloba, sa Shang/Moven/Crimson side ka. Worth it siya lalo ‘pag worth the wait ‘yung kasama mo. EMSSSS. Station 2 ‘pag gusto mong todo partyyyyyy or gusto mo ng access sa food spots. Station 3 ‘pag gusto mo more interactions sa community/locals tapos tahimik din talaga on a budget. So again, align mo muna anong gusto mong theme ng trip mo sa Boracay. Hirap pumili pero ikaw na bahala. For me... ang best is... Station 1 beach front or access to beach na baba ka lang tapos beach na. Or Station 3 kasi iba talaga vibe pero pili ka lang talaga ng accoms na may okay na 4G and/or wifi. So, assess mo muna talaga. Siguro for first timers on a budget at gustong mag-explore, ‘yung Station 3 na malapit sa Station 2 na side. ‘Pag landian pero taguan muna kasi lowkey kayo o may tinatago kayo, ewan ko lang kung ma-enjoy n’yo to be honest. Sa ibang Lobo, Batangas na lang kayo tapos dulo. In theory lang ‘yun a. Q7: Is Boracay worth it? Sa tingin ko, yes and no. Yes, kung pupunta ka doon ng may sense o gusto mong mag-enjoy ng mga chill lang, tamad gumalaw o ‘yung adventurous kuno which is totally fine. Kanya-kanyang trip ‘yan. No kung for the gram ka lang at hashtag kasi sabi ko nga, mas marami pang okay na spots na puwedeng mag-trend sa TikTok kahit wala naman akong TikTok. Q8: What is something different you can do in Boracay? Punta ka lang sa Bulabog and Diniwid. Bulabog houses locals and expats na may pa-kitesurfing and events. Tapos okay din ang sunrise dito saka ‘yung buko na bent. Gising ka lang ng 5 AM then lakarin mo na lang para steps din. Para sure din onti ang tao. Diniwid naman, eto ang masasabi kong quality crowd na pang older millennials and Gen X. HAHAHAHAHAHA. Sarap ng cocktails and food and oks din PL. LELS. Sarap din mag-frisbee dito with the locals. Q9: New Coast Boracay? Ano na? I was supposed to stay here with a friend kasi kilala namin manager pero sabi ko pass muna. Oks na ako sa apartment na malapit sa kabihasnan. LOL. Pero sarap mag-swim dito. Maalon nga lang ng slighter kasi kayo lang talaga. ‘Di rin siya intimidating kasi puwede ka magpa-wait sa trikes tapos swim-swim lang kayo ng friends mo kung wala kang accoms sa Belmont. ‘Yung keyhole oks lang siya. May harang so edit mo pa photos mo or pumunta ka ng maaga tapos smile ka sa bantay para makapasok ka sa loob. LOL. Q10: What’s one thing you MUST do in Boracay? Take friggin’ proper photos not for the gram but to max out the light and shadows sa lahat ng time of day please. If you can, hire a photo team. Tamang white/khakis OOTD lang, game na ‘yan para classic lang. No need na crazy ootds unless gusto mo ng neon colors which is panalo din. PAKI USAP. Kaya rin maraming aya sa Boracay sa akin is because... I take decent photos daw. Hahaha. Medyo nagtampo nga yung last aya na nag-no ako kasi sayang for the Hotel XYZ ‘yun. Kaso, it’s a no for me kahit I know another side of Boracay ‘yung madidiscover ko. LOL. So, pleaseeeee. Take photos and stop wearing Boracay merchs. Paki usap lang po. Q11: Biking in Boracay? Beware lang talaga. Oks naman siya pero if you’re renting a bike, check mo muna mainam ‘yung bike for rent. Saka better na kung first time mo, mag-tour guide ka. ‘Yun lang naman. Hassle ang roads ‘pag maraming tao kasi ang kipot nila. Ugh. So ayun lang naman. Views oks lang din. Nothing super magical. :D Pero okay din siya. Support sa locals na passionate about rides. Marami-rami ring riders ‘pag weekends and holiday.

Q12: Boracay side trip and other trips? Puwede kaso ‘di ko na naabutan ito kasi bawal pang mag-cross ng island unless Caticlan ka punta noong last trip ko. BOO. So, paguusapan natin ito just in case matopakan kong bumalik. FOMO 1000000 ako kasi travel buddies update me sa mga off the grid side trips nila. :(((( Mag-IT security na lang ba ako talaga? Pero no din kasi wala akong skillset though sabi naman nila, kaya ko para makagala na kami like there’s no tomorrow ulit. LOL. ‘Di na rin ako naka-dive kasi Manila is waving madly na talaga. Dapat mag-scuba din kami kaso ayun nga. Wala. Uwian na. ‘Di na rin natupad kitesurf kahit alam kong mabigat ako, literally and figuratively. Tapos nakaka-anxiety yung paano mo hindi magbubuhol ang mga tali. ‘Yun lang talaga kina-worry ko e.

Few more notes: -Hennan Prime pa rin talaga ang best stay ko. As in. Ganda ng service. Then gusto ko ‘yung blue brand color nila. Kaso tawang-tawa ako sa staff, kasi tinanong ako kung talaga bang ang goal ko and nung mga kasama ko is legit na nakasalampak lang sa sun beds from 9 am until sunset after mag-school by the beach ni Alonso with a background na WOW na WOW sa classmates niya. LOLOLLOLL. Also, oks buffet and food ng Hennan. Bacon, pancakes, overeasy eggs, cereals and soymilk. Meron sila lahat niyan. Sulit din massage nila. As in. Ganda ng rooms. Pang malakasan din ang WiFi. -Pinaka mura at masarap na carinderia is Triple J, recently open lang sila tapos since sinuyod ko na muna ‘yung Station 1 to 3 ng breakfast na quality at pasok na pasok sa budget, solid na solid ito. Malapit siya sa Cafe Maruja tapos ‘di mo aakalain na okay ‘yung food. Bait pa nung owners. As in kasi talagang hands on sila. At laging superlative service. Sila pa nga nagpapasensya na medyo ‘di pa okay ‘yung place nila. ‘Wag mo i-judge ‘yung look ng store front nila, paki usap. Sana talaga derecho ‘yung business nila kasi ang mahal nung rent ng space. -Speaking of owners and rent sa Boracay... dahil alagad ako ng milktea, super loooove Taipei Milktea. Again, ang chixx ng owner tapos ang adorable ng kid niya. ‘Yung sobrang liit nilang puwesto, off the roof ‘yung rent pero with a smile she shared na tiyagaan lang talaga. Meron din silang delivery kaso Boracay time so maghihintay ka ng 1.5 hours max para sa milktea mo. Apart from beach goers and tourists, bulk ng clients niya ay mga establishments like government offices, hospitals atbp.

-Nakapanayam din po natin ang ilang sales assistants and sabi nila, medyo bumabalik-balik na ‘yung sigla ng isla kahit badly hit sila talaga nung pandemic. LOL. Tapos, syempre tinanong nila kung kamusta ba ang lagay ng kumpanya, sabi ko, push lang tayo. Laban. :D HAHAHAHA. ‘Di ko lang sure bakit sila nasa beach front nung time na ‘yun. ‘Di ko na rin tinanong kasi ‘di ko naman KPI ‘yun. Hahahahaha. Saka, walang basagan ng trip! Iba talaga ang dominance ng org namin. :D Hahahahaha. Omnipresent. Ems. -Best tattoo artist: Inkzomia yasssss. Eto pa ‘yung sobrang weird. Since I collect tats from places I visit, 2x ako nagpatat sa Boracay of all places pero ‘di natin papayagan... Ihahabol natin ang Ink #2 ng Siargao this year. Then habol tayo ng tat sa Palawan sana this year. Manage lang ang leaves ng mainam kasi balik San Vic tayo. Oks na ako pa-tat sa PPS or Coron. Galing-galing ng team ng Inkzomia. Sarap pang kayosi/vape + inow. ‘Yung first tat ko, kakaopen lang nila ulit tapos sabi ni Sir, g daw siya sa 4K pero damn, 5+ hours niyang ginawa for a 4x5 ink. Sobrang kakatuwa din kasi family of tattoo artists sila. Then nakwento niya na wala siyang tats kasi ayaw niya lang. May piercings siya though. :D Saka ‘yung mga artists na ‘to, panlaban sa Manila overrated artists. Sobrang professional, down to earth pero alam nila what they are worth. Naglolokohan nga kami kasi parang naka-refer ako ng 4x sa kanila dahil maganda talaga quality, tapos may dreadlocks pa na referral ko rin. :D Mag-sale na ba talaga ako ulit? NOOOO. Tapos na tayo sa client management. Madadarang na namang tayo sa high and lows ng instant gratification and invalidation. :D -Moven is like Fuego/The Farm na luma pero okay ang service. Kung baga sulit. Tinanong ko nga staff nila bakit wala sila masyadong hits sa Google. Sabi nila is they choose that route kasi market talaga nila is word of mouth and before pandemic, always puno sila. Not sure pero bakit kasabay namin ‘yung isang childstar turned vlogger nung pumunta kami? :D Mabait naman siya from afar tapos tuwang-tuwa ako kasi akala ko batang naka eyelash extensions, naka-Balmain shirt siya na pantulog. Tapos sabi sa akin nung kasama ko, loko raw ako kasi si childstar-vlogger pala siya. Naglolokohan pa kami ng friend ko kasi feeling namin mas pak ‘yung service sa amin ng staff compared sa group nila kasi nakahiwalay kami sa lahat tapos prime seats kami sa lahat ng transfers be it kami lang or may kasama. Thank you, Moven! Nasulit ang danak ng funds sa’yo at naka-ambag ka sa Miles ko. LOLOL. -Isa lang ang main source ng flowers sa Boracay. HAHAHAHAHAHA. May ilang pasurprise na akong natawid dito kasi requested po, opo. Syempre, I hate flowers pero ‘di tayo papa-stop bilang nairequest nga po with impit. Sakay ka lang trike, alam na nila ‘yun. Sobrang bagal lang pero maganda silang gumawa. Promise. Decent prices din saka puwede mo silang bigyan ng budget tapos sila na magaadjust. ‘Di sila masyadong sumasagot sa messenger kasi super lean team sila. Cute din na isa sa florists nila is straight guy na sobrang wala sa look niya na makakapag-arrange siya ng flowers. Hihintayin mo lang talaga kaya mag-run errands ka muna. -Andoks in Boracay is like a unicorn. Laging puno kahit ‘yung sa side ng Station 3. LOLLOLLOLL. Parang may magnet sila ng crowd. Pero I guess, decent ang pasok at labas ng food compared sa ibang restaurants with similar price points. -Mahal ang tubig at kuryente sa Boracay. As in. pati laundry. Pati seafood. As in lahat. Pero ganun talaga, poor ecotourism tapos isla talaga so lahat angkat. So kung digital nomad ka, please, please factor in these gastos kasi mhie, ‘di siya biro. Buti na lang ‘yung apartment namin, sobrang bait ng landlord. OG taga Boracay ‘yung clan nila kaya maayos kausap. -Sa mainland, check out Agimat Ube Creme. Paki usap. Sobrang sana may presence sila sa airport kasi sayang. Ansaraappppp. As in. Very, very good. Nanalo pa sila ng several awards ang syempre, proudly local. Paki check please. Pero walang sisihan ‘pag nahalukay ube tummy mo kasi addictive siya. Dapat ito na lang staple Boracay pasalubong kesa calamansi cupcakes or Two Seasons cheese pizza e.

-Sayang at hindi ko na kinagat ang emails and parinig on social ng Crimson na super discounted. LOL. Daming resistance din ‘yun kasi sobrang good deal siya tapos syempre, food and experience involving arts, wine and cheese, medyo hirap hindian, pero strong na tayo. :D May enough insights na tayo about Boracay. -Lastly, kahit nasa Boracay pa ako... damnnngurlll, ‘pag natapat ako sa work laptop, wala. Para akong nasa bubble. Sabi nga ng mga kasama ko, para daw akong ‘di puwedeng kausapin which is totoo naman. Kahit nasa Cafe Maruja ako nakasalampak, todo effort po tayo sa ganaps in life para matawid natin ang mga fund-sucking place on earth na ‘to. LOLOLLOLL. Salamat sa noise-cancelling headset na Google friend approved. I really thrive outside the office unless syempre may need na face to face meetings din naman since collabs are the keys to pak projects. Pero, sana half of the month, nasa dagat ako as a view lang kasi mas marami akong naiisip dahil people-watcher po tayo, opo. Iba ‘yung baon mo ‘pag may truths and micromoments ka e. Ako lang naman ‘yun. Sa work ko na super laptop time ang puhunan, the stories beyond the screens are worth chasing. Awaw. From Boracay to deadlines na naman po tayo. LOL. Ganun talaga ako e. Tempering lang talaga ng tendency to hyperfocus na naman sa work kasi ang tinde ng balik sa mental health ‘pag overboard. Actually, kahit ano man na OD, masama. Tama na ‘to... for now. So, ElYu or La Union na ba next nating isabak dito? :D Clue: Parang Boracay din, however... Abangan.

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abigail-pent · 3 years ago

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TLT Theory Redux: Secret Doors and Heists

gather round the fire, children, for I have finished my third reread and I have theories to spin. they are interconnected. they will also take the form of "a listicle, kind of". This is not as tightly written/cited as I hoped it would be, many thanks to tumblr for eating the first version of this post.

THEORY #1: HARROW WAS RIGHT

About what? Probably lots of things, but specifically about the secret door. You remember Harrow's "secret door theory," right? On GTN p. 303, Harrow and Palamedes are having an argument about what is going on in Canaan House. Harrow makes fun of Palamedes' idea that there is such a thing as a Lyctoral megatheorem. Pal lightly mocks Harrow's "secret door" theory, about which she says:

"But all this is more than unsustainable, Sextus. The things they've shown us would be powerful -- would bespeak impossible depth of necromantic ability -- if they were replicable. These experiments all demand a continuous flow of thanergy. They've hidden that source somewhere in the facility, and that's the true prize."

The action picks up pretty quickly after this, and you just sort of forget about Harrow's theory since Pal's theory is so quickly proven correct. It's set up to make you think these theories are competing, but they're not. Harrow and Pal are both right.

Proposition 1: An entrance to the River -- or perhaps the part of the River on the other side of the stoma -- is hidden under Canaan House.

Evidence for Proposition 1:

1A) On GTN p. 191, Teacher says, about Silas siphoning Colum in the facility: "He cannot empty anybody here, lest they become a nest for something else!" This is highly reminiscent of HTN p. 98, when Mercy says: " A Lyctor's body, empty, with its battery intact but nobody in the driver's seat? Do you know what could take up residence? Anything could get inside you -- any horrible or evil or lonely thing, any miserable revenant, or worse." These two places are described very similarly; they may well be the same.

1B) I'm missing the citation, exactly, but I'm pretty sure it's textual that the first time the Lyctors + John ran from RBs, they ran by dropping into the River. Quite possibly from Canaan House itself.

1C) Teacher. We know he hates the water (GTN p. 325), we know he was created for the "sole purpose of safeguarding the place" (GTN p. 373). Of course, the whole place is surrounded by saltwater.

1D) When Ianthe and Cytherea are fighting and Canaan House is disintegrating, "brackish water from the fountain spattered across the floor and trickled into the cracks" (GTN p. 418). It's been well established already that 'brackish' is the word used to refer to River water. It's also the word used to describe the water that emits from Colum's mini stomae when he dies (GTN p. 393). Why is the fountain water brackish when other water in Canaan House -- for example, the pool -- is saltwater? Seems like a clue!

Proposition 2: Whatever is behind the secret door is the source of John's power.

Evidence for Proposition 2:

2A) During the big confrontation with John in HTN (p. 478-479), Augustine's suspicions echo Harrow's from GTN p. 303, when she's describing the secret door theory. He says:

"You've offered us explanations for everything over the years. But -- some of them didn't hold up on examination . . . It was the power I could never get my head around, you know? I follow power back to its source, John. It's the skill you asked me to perfect. And the longer I looked at yours, the less things added up."

Leaving aside for now the fascinating question of why John would ask Augustine to cultivate this skill, he goes on to ask:

"You're God, John. But -- as the Edenites are fond of pointing out -- you were once a man. So whither that transition? Where does your power come from? Even if the Resurrection had been the greatest thanergy bloom ever triggered, it would drain away over time. And then Mercy said to me -- in a moment of true Mercy vileness -- she said, What is God afraid of?"

Proposition 2.1: The source of John's power is not exactly Alecto, but is Alecto-adjacent. Alecto is from the space behind the secret door.

2.1A) Alecto is called a saltwater creature (HTN p. 328).

2.1B) The oldest parts of Canaan House are where the power emanates from (citation needed, but I’m sure it’s there). They are also the parts closest to the sea. As Teacher says (HTN p. 110): "The base of Canaan House dates back to before the Resurrection. We first built upward, to get away from the sea; then we built outward, to strive toward beauty."

2.1C) The Sleeper is identified with Alecto. Like Alecto, she carries a weapon, she sleeps in a coffin, she can’t be killed, and the River bubble crew is warned that the worst and most cataclysmic thing in the world would occur if she were ever to wake up (HTN p. 112, 185). Since the Sleeper is so clearly identified with Alecto, and is also identified as the presence that’s haunting the River bubble version of Canaan House, it suggests the connection between Alecto herself and the physical version of Canaan House.

Proposition 3: John has dammed the River underneath Canaan House by trapping the Earth Resurrection Beast there.

3A) Per HTN p. 43, we know there's one missing RB, since 9-5=4>3.

3B) Abigail thinks something is messed up in the River and it's dammed, and spirits cannot get across. On HTN p. 396-397, she says:

“A spirit can be trapped, trapped as every spirit in the River is trapped . . . I think there is a whole school of necromancy we cannot begin to touch until we acknowledge its existence – I think these centuries of pooh-poohing the idea that there is space beyond the River has stifled entire avenues of spirit magic, and I believe the Fifth House is waning entirely due to us reaching a stultified, complacent stage in our approach . . . Something has gone terribly wrong in the River, Harrow, and I wish you’d find out what.”

She’s describing a dam in the River that traps ghosts there. This is extremely consistent with what Teacher tells Harrow about what’s down in the facility (see 3E).

3C) On GTN p. 213, Cytherea suggests that "something has been lurking [in the Canaan House facility] forever", and when Harrow insists that "[A spirit] cannot sustain itself", Cytherea replies: "But what if one could?" We know that Resurrection Beasts are revenants, and a revenant is a type of spirit; and if any spirit was going to be self-sustaining, it would be an RB.

3D) HTN p. 172: "The card up the sleeve of the revenant, and the Resurrection Beast, is that it can inhabit anything it's got a connection to. Anything thanergetically connected with their death." So what killed Earth? Climate change, plus a massive nuclear fission chain reaction. Historically, early nuclear fission chain reaction tests took place underneath the ground (see, for example, the facility at the University of Chicago). So an underground or underwater facility could very well be thanergetically connected to the death of Earth.

An RB may very well be a continuous source of thanergy; and if this is the case, John may want to kill or neutralize the other RBs to keep other people from rivaling his power. Or better yet: harness the other RBs the same way Earth's RB was harnessed.

3E) On GTN p. 152, Teacher literally tells Harrow that the ten billion are haunting the facility. Harrow says she is “repeating exactly – to the word—what Teacher said to [her]”:

“Down there resides the sum of all necromantic transgression. The unperceivable howl of ten thousand million unfed ghosts who will hear each echoed footstep as defilement. They would not even be satisfied if they tore you apart. The space beyond that door is profoundly haunted in ways I cannot say, and by means you won’t understand; and you may die by violence, or you may simply lose your soul.”

For those of you following along at home: ten thousand million = 10,000 x 1,000,000 = 10,000,000,000 = 10 billion, or the exact number of people who died in the Resurrection. This is of course completely consistent with the Earth RB being down there, somewhere in or under the facility, because the revenant of a planet includes the spirits of every living thing on it when it was murdered.

Proposition 3.1: Alecto is one of the physical anchors for the Earth RB.

3.1A) HTN p. 454: “The only sure way to banish a revenant is to destroy the physical anchor it inhabits before it can escape the shell.” If John’s cavalier is the physical anchor for the Earth Resurrection Beast, which is the source of his power, then this would justify the characterization of Alecto as the “death of the Lord”: if she’s a physical anchor and she is destroyed, then so is the source of John’s power.

3.1B) She was the first Resurrection, and it’s plausible that she would be thanergetically connected to the death of Earth.

3.1C) HTN p. 495: Pyrrha notes that the stoma “must think [John] is a Resurrection Beast.” Which is a super interesting mistake for the stoma to make! But if John’s cavalier is a physical anchor for a RB, this mistake becomes more understandable.

Proposition 4: The other side of the stoma is not a trash space, and John actually can access it. He uses it as a battery for his necromancy. It’s a storage space for RBs, and now I guess for Lyctors too. (this is the most galaxy brain proposition, and evidence is slim)

4A) On HTN p. 340, John says: “It is a portal to the place I cannot touch -- somewhere I don't fully comprehend, where my power and my authority are utterly meaningless.” But this is the kind of shit John lies about on the reg, so take what he says and apply opposite day rules.

4B) if the other side of the stoma is related to the River Beyond, it would be to John’s advantage to keep the Fifth House scholarship from treating the River Beyond seriously (see 3B). If they don’t take it seriously as a branch of scholarship, they can’t learn anything about it, and they can’t let the RBs out from where John is keeping them.

4C) this could be why John condemns soul siphoning (GTN p. 340). If soul siphoning sends the cavalier’s soul to the other side of the stoma, and the power that floods into the empty body is from the other side of the stoma, then soul siphoning threatens John’s monopoly on use of power.

This brings me to Theory #2, born out of a delightful discussion with @mayasaura: the heist in ATN is not going to open the Tomb at all. Instead, it’s going to open the part of the River underneath Canaan House, and the goal is to free the Earth RB. After all, the Tomb has been open for seven years already.

Extant questions:

1) Mercy seemed so sure that the RBs were coming back and targeting Alecto in particular. But Alecto stayed in the Nine Houses, and didn’t get eaten by any RBs, and the Ninth House is still there. So why does Mercy think Alecto is a target, or makes the rest of them into targets? If she was lied to, what is the purpose of this lie?

2) Why does John want Augustine to hone the skill of following power back to its source?

3) If RBs eat Lyctors and both RBs and Lyctors are in the hammer space on the other side of the stoma, then, like… hey Augustine and Ulysses… are you guys ok??

#tlt meta #tlt spoilers #locked tomb spoilers #locked tomb meta #gideon the ninth #gideon the ninth spoilers #harrow the ninth #harrow the ninth spoilers

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themafia-terrapins · 3 years ago

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Into the night.

A/N: You should read the post before this to get an understanding of this AU. Fair warning, this is pretty long. Enjoy! 💚

Disclaimer: mention of child abuse ahead. Be warned!

Cold. Merciless. Dangerous. Mysterious.

They were the only words that many used to describe the Hamato Clan. No one wanted to mess with them in fear of what they would do, countless stories were told of those who had double crossed them and in result, hadn’t lived to see the next day. The most feared gang caught in a dark and ruthless world of crime, violence, blood and lust. Others wanted their wealth and power but not everything is what it seemed to be.

The cold breeze hit Leonardo’s face, as he gulped down air quickly into his lungs. He was sure those horrid nightmares would have stopped, it had been almost 11 years for God’s sake. Cursing under his breath, he knocked down the tub of medication which rattled on the floor. The view of New York was beautiful from all the way up here and as frantically as he tried to focus on it, those poisonous thoughts blazed through his mind and he had no power to control it.

“Father please don’t leave again” The young teen cried, trailing helplessly after the rat who swore angrily. Being only 13, he wasn’t able to grab those supplies that his brothers needed. They were forced to rely on Splinter but he would hardly help them. They were lucky if he even brought down the bare necessities for them to survive on.

“How many times do I have to tell you leave me alone?! Enough!” Splinter growled, loosening his tie as he made his way to the sewers steps. But Leo had to try for his brothers, he couldn’t look at their pain anymore. He couldn’t go back empty handed, to witness Raphael put up a brave front despite actively bleeding and bruised practically everywhere on his frail body. He couldn’t see Donnie on the verge of another panic attack because he didn’t know how to fix them. He couldn’t bear to see Mikey trying to hold it all together but breaking down in the bathroom , when he thought nobody was listening because he couldn’t live in this nightmare.

“R-Raph is hurt and we don’t have any more bandages” Leo spoke timidly, trying to sound clear and confident but his voice trembled. Splinter stood still and the turtle could already smell the sour whiskey from his clothes. It had been a bad day, he presumed. Whiskey was only drunk whenever a loss was incurred. And that usually meant he wouldn’t be home for days, much o the turtle’s pleasure.

“What have I said about speaking back?!” Splinter bellowed, his arm whacking Leo backwards until his shell hit the tunnel. The side of his shell had already been damaged due to constantly training day and night to perfect the routine Splinter had set them. But an audible crack had been heard and a small gasp left his lips, already seeing a trickle of blood roll down his skin staining the previous bandages. He hadn’t even time to register the pain until Splinter loomed over his body, his eyes black and dangerous.

“Father I’m-” Leo’s breath hitched in his throat, tears prickling his eyes painfully watching his hand raise slowly. ‘Not again, please not again’

“You’re absolutely hopeless, you hear me?!” Again Splinter punched the turtle, laughing each time when the terrapin recoiled in pain. Leonardo held his tongue, scared to further anger the drunken rat. Every slap, punch and kick was taken without a sound because the punishment for wincing was double the amount than the beating now. And he wasn’t so sure his shell could take anymore.

“Look at you! You expect to take on my legacy acting like a pathetic little girl?! Get out of my sight before I finish you” With one swift punch to Leo’s jaw, Splinter left to go topside. He could hear his evil voice cackle on the phone to one of his partners in this mysterious business he refused to utter a word about.

“Why do you hit us so much? What did we ever do to you?” Leo sobbed quietly, curling into a little ball on the floor. The punch on his plastron seared throughout his body, burning in hot white pain. Yet it must be nothing compared to what his brothers were going through. They were awaiting Leo but the eldest could barely move, let alone walk to their home.

Home, usually described at being comforting and loving but he hadn’t felt any of these emotions since they moved in. He used to yearn for a mother to come and take their pain away but as he grew, that dream slowly died as hope in him also began to wither.

Maybe one day things would be different...

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Blaring traffic shocked the turtle out of his trance and with a shuddering breath, he took several deep breaths. He l

“Why must I be reminded of such memories?” Leonardo sighed, his hand drifting over his temple to soothe the dull ache. No matter how long it had been, the wound from his past was still fresh. They say time healed all pain so why did his still hurt? Some nights it was bearable and some nights it felt like he was being suffocated in his mind, slowly driving insane.

Physical pain definitely was a lot more tolerable than verbal, even now he could still hear the echo of Splinter’s voice reprimanding him whenever he failed. Those stabbing words ringing louder and louder in his ears, berating him for being stupid and weak. Laughing at how his ridiculous attempt of leading a team. Leonardo never wanted anything more than to make Splinter proud but during his years, he realised that it was never going to happen.

Splinter only cared for himself and Leo, along with his brothers, were merely pawns in his cruel game.

But now was not the time to dwell on these matters, things had to be done and completed. His phone rang jarring him out of his thoughts and he picked it up rather reluctantly.

“What is it, Silas?” His assistant/companion spoke quickly, picking up the disinterest in Leo’s voice. He was never one for sugarcoating his feelings or emotions, if the boss wanted something done it was pronto.

“Beast is requesting dinner with capo and the mob. Your presence is required, sir” Holding his urge to groan, the turtle glanced down at the lights that decorated the buildings of New York. They were so beautiful but he couldn’t even take the time to appreciate it, reality had called and with great reluctance he had to answer.

Beast... what was there to say? He was a snob, ignorant, extremely wealthy but lacked any common sense or values. Leo’s patience was practically non existent whenever he communicated with him. While he provided a great reference for other business partners, Beast himself was on thin ice with the brothers.

“Dinner at... 1am?” Leo scowled, looking at his watch. Beast, while had been an average business partner, had constant demands and ideas that were completely absurd. The brothers were tiring of his constant requests and awful timing.

“I did not suggest the convocation at this late sir” The assistant began but Leo interrupted him, wanting to end this conversation.

“Be that as it may, unfortunately I cannot attend. Cancel my plans for tonight, I have a reconciliation to attend to and the conference will take up most my time” He ordered, observing the bonsai trees that stood on the balcony. One thing he grew to adore was his plants, they were simple and with enough care and love, blossomed into something gorgeous.

“I don’t think Beast will be pleased with the rejection. He only wants a few words with the mob and especially you, Capo” Silas tried to reason but the terrapin was adamant.

“Enough. Reschedule this meeting tomorrow at 11pm sharp. Am I understood?” Leo commanded and Silas nodded, already writing it down in his notepad.

“Crystal. Enjoy your night sir” ‘Unlikely’... Hanging up, the blue cladded turtle inhaled a deep breath to collect his thoughts. Cancelling the meeting is a mistake but there were bigger fish to fry tonight. Other duties lay heavy on his mind and with a turn of his heel, he left his safe haven.

As he entered his room, a young woman appeared at his door. Her heels echoed on the polished marble floors, grinding on his last nerve. God he really didn’t want to deal with her right in this moment. Her eyes settled on his and her face lifted into a small smile, one he did not mirror back.

“Katherine, what brings you to my quarters? Surely you’re old enough to understand you cannot barge in whenever you please” Leonardo watched as the young woman quickly stepped back, picking up the heavy discomfort that lay in the air.

“My apologies Leonardo. It’s Raphael, he said that you guys are attending a conference tonight but it’s our 3 month-”

“I fail to understand how this is my problem” He was quick in letting her know, he hadn’t the time to listen to her. Truth be told, he would never understand why Raphael stuck with her. She caused more pain and grief than anything to him.

“Okay... but could you tell me at least why?” She cocked her head and Leo turned, his face set in a hard frown.

“That is between me and my brothers Katherine. I do not appreciate when people interfere in my business. That much should be painfully obvious” His tone was calm but the harsh voice was clearly heard.

Opening his cupboard door, the small picture of Eva caught his eye. A small pang of sadness washed over his body before getting a grip on himself, refusing himself to succumb to the weakness. Eva was the past yet it seemed no matter how long the years had gone by, the yearn was as strong as ever. He wondered if he would ever be free from the shackles around his heart that locked tightly in his chest.

He had to accept that no matter how much he hoped on a wishing star or to the sky, she simply was not coming back. On the side showed a glass mirror, outlining all the features on his face. Sleep hadn’t come to the turtle much recently, he was lucky to get 4 hours and that was on a good day.

“You know you can just call me Kiki like everyone else” She raised her brow as he grabbed his navy blue velvet suit, the unreadable facial expression plastered on his face while his dark sapphire eyes burned into hers. Still standing at the doorway, she felt almost scared of him. Despite being with his brother for around 8 years, she never felt like she knew Leo. No one did, he kept to himself and only showed his true colours to those he cared about.

“Katherine, if that is all you have come to say then I highly suggest you leave me be now. It would not bode well for you to overstep your boundaries” With an almost snarl, he walked forwards and closed his door.

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“Would you like some champagne, Mr Hamato? It’s the one you specifically requested, Dom Pérignon” The waiter asked and Leo nodded his head, flicking through the newspapers as he awaited the rest of his brothers to join him. This meeting was better suited to the office, he didn’t need any extra ears or eyes to listen in on the information discussed between them.

“God, I need a drink” He could hear the brute’s voice carry through the halls and into the meeting room.

“Right away boss” Greyson, his assistant spoke and vanished to make his preferred alcoholic beverage.

“What is the occasion, dear brother? As much as I like to spend time with you, I’m assuming you haven’t called us for fun” Donnie sat down, his ankle resting on top of his thigh as his attention diverted to his brother. Delicately folding the papers up and placing them to the side, Leo eyed his younger brother with a smirk.

“Always straight to the point Donatello. And you’d be correct, I’ve called this meeting to discuss our next steps” He spoke authoritatively as the turtles settled in their seats, glancing at the board which held ideas and secret plans.

“Did ya cancel tha meetin’ with Beast tonight?” Raph asked, eyes skimming at the tablet. That was very unlikely of the leader, he was the one always nagging to keep up with business meetings and such.

“Yes, I’ll be damned if I have to listen to another lie of his again. He cannot speak clearly and I have no time for beating around the bush. Once we’re done with this proposal, it will be a big relief to have him off our backs” Leo sipped his wine, flicking through his notes. A few names picked up but on the whole, everything seemed relatively calm. But there was no resting, they couldn’t afford not to be on their guard. Trouble was brewing on the horizon, he could feel it in his body.

“Fuck sake, how many times do I have to tell you I hate when you organise my notes like this” Mikey sighed irritably as his brothers smirked, looking at each other with amusement.

It was a running joke that Mikey couldn’t hold an assistant down for more than 2 months. Perhaps it was his picky way of being organised or that he had a short temper and hated his things being out of place, they didn’t know. This new assistant fumbled with the drinks, paling as his boss shouted his displeasure.

“What happened to Donetti Licata?” Donatello asked, chuckling at his younger brother expecting another childish story about organisation as it as had been the story before.

“Fired him. Caught him screwing Mia in my bed. Which reminds me I really need to employ someone who actually has a working braincell” Mikey spoke nonchalantly while his brothers looked at each other wide eyed.

“Oh... shit. M’sorry Mike, that must’ve been hard” Raph murmured, surprised at how well his little brother was taking the whole thing. Almost... too well in his opinion. Amelia had been the light of his life, his love at one point. They both brought out the best in each other but perhaps it was simply a mirage to the toxicity that lay just under the surface.

She wasn’t the Amelia he fell in love with and as he came to grips with that, the idea of losing her forever felt absolutely scary to him. He tried everything to put their relationship on track but it was Amelia who refused to partake in anything.

“Hmm? Oh.. yeah. It was tolerable once I beat the shit out of him. I can’t ever believe I trusted the fucker....” Mikey leaned back on his chair as another glass of wine was placed in front of him. Yet the lump in his throat felt unmovable, rendering him breathless.

“Don’t tell me ya still wit’ her Mike. Yer deserve better than that” Raphael’s hand ached to knock some sense into the terrapin. Even if she would countlessly cheat on him, which she probably had done, all she had to do was flutter her lashes and sweet talk him. And just like that Mikey would forgive her in that second. In his eyes, Mia could do no wrong. She had Mikey on a leash but of course, he was oblivious to it all.

“You still with Kiki?” Mikey retorted, venom in his words while his eyes glared at his brother. Raphael’s frown deepened, holding his gaze. While he knew it was in the heat of the moment, he wished Mikey could see the damage Amelia was doing to him. Kiki was different only because Raph knew her past, knew that she was damaged too. How could he, of all people, leave her hanging alone?

“Children, behave. What do we do about these last few payments? I’ve talked to Xavier and he’s saying Gomez hasn’t responded to anything. It’s high time we pay a special visit, he’s got to know who exactly he’s messing with here” Donnie rolled his eyes at the quarrel and adjusted his glasses, raising them closer to his eyes. Leonardo seemed to be in deep thought for a few seconds before looking at his family again.

“If that’s the case then I want you and Mikey to check it out tomorrow. Me and Raph will deal with Beast, we all know how dramatic he likes to get when he doesn’t get his way” They all knew the last time they messed with Beast, how he threatened to take his money away and leave them bankrupt. Regardless of his filthy money, the turtles were not affected without it.

Years of investing and saving up had allowed them to live luxuriously. They had everything they ever wanted, Beast was just a liability to them. They needed him to increase potential business partners. To be able to stay at the top, they needed to associate with people at the top. If that meant doing business with idiots who couldn’t hold their ground and lacked any sense of morals and values, then so be it.

This was the mafia, after all. Nothing was pretty here.

“He’s clearly trying to inherit the property, why not just kill him altogether” Mikey pointed out, leaning back on his chair but Leo shook his head.

“Too risky. He may be a fool but he’s a smart one. He has plenty of connections with others, much powerful than the ones we have. We’ll keep him on the side but don’t turn your eyes, he will strike when least expected. Once we secure this deal, you can unleash all your anger on him. For now, we stay in his good books. However long that may be” He grimaced at the thought of the meeting they were supposed to have instead of this one. How long the turtle brothers would remain on his good side was unknown but hey, only a few more months of his bullshit and it was home run. The brothers continued to talk about upcoming events and nearing the end of the meeting, they all grabbed their belongings.

“Wait a sec, Amara’s coming here tomorrow?” Mikey read out the small note on the board and Leo nodded, finishing off his wine.

“Yes, well technically she’s visiting but we needed some help around here and she agreed to stick around for a while” She was a close friend to the turtles, meeting them after they newly escaped Splinter’s clutches. She had found them at a time when they were barely breathing and even without knowing who they were, she nursed them back to health. They all were indebted to her. Throughout the years, she went back to Italy since her father was part of their own mafia but her loyalty to the turtles never wavered.

“At least we get ta see a new face ‘round here. But goin’ back ta before, I can’t wait ta finally kill that bastard” Raphael cracked his knuckles, unbuttoning his vest. He never was one to take orders from people, he was incredibly stubborn and arrogant to take commands from someone else. He barely followed Leo’s on a good day, let alone someone who continually threatened him and his family. If it were up-to him, he would have Beast’s head on a silver platter and sent directly to his team

“All in due time brother. For now, let’s focus on getting our money back and dealing with Beast”

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