#i am yelling into the void and the void is misunderstanding me in return.

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okay, you can't just google the basic definition of a word that's used in several contexts. that'd be like me googling system, screenshotting the term used in computing systems, and saying that DID systems aren't real because it has to be made of electronics or whatever.

going to the tulpa.info website, one of the many internet pages created by psychological tulpamancers, we can see a vastly different (although technically related) definition on their main page

by this definition (an entity 'created in the mind, acting independently of, and parallel to your own consciousness [with the ability] to think, and have their own free will, emotions, and memories.'), are tulpa systems endogenic?

we know that endogenic means formed not from trauma, and i think creating an entity in your mind that's sentient of your own volition would count as willogenic/parogenic, which is a genic label that falls under endogenic plurality.

also, some of the sources are very general, and are mentioning systems that are "not DID", and many of the sources talk about non-tulpa plurality (even if some mentioned are similarly willingly made, maybe called sentient imaginary friends instead of tulpas directly)

plurality/systemhood is the state of being more than one "self" in the brain, and endogenic plurality is plurality that's not formed by trauma. if tulpas are separate "selves" in the mind, why do you not count them as endogenic plural beings?

literally, the sources that mention tulpas are talking about bodies with more than one "self" in them, that seem to be sentient and are being studied right now. to ignore them because the oxford dictionary says they're made "in the imagination" is silly.

maybe stop acting like an expert on tulpas being separate if you can't go to one of the most fucking popular tulpa websites. or better yet, he tulpa reddit!

"but it says they're imagined into existence so that means they're fake" if a mental "self" can think and act separately than the other "self" that made it, that's a separate fucking guy. unless you have evidence to show that it's solely imaginary and the studies on tulpas show that they're closer to roleplaying singlets than actual plural systems, then show me the study

because otherwise you're getting mad that people say imagined when clearly, we're referring to sentient "selves" in the brain! you know, plural experiences??

there's also this bit in the FAQ that ogoes into a bit more detail!

and actually i was gonna say this in the tags, but it's a bit silly you used the collins dictionary to search up the definition of tulpa, since i don't think a generic dictionary would focus on anything related to plurality specifically. of course it's gonna talk about the buddhist idea, and not the psychological internet-based-mostly belief and identity that also uses the same name

(i dont think tulpas as an experience is internet-based but the term tulpamancy was popularized on the internet and in practice is nothing like the tulpamancy in buddhism as far as i am aware. it's creating a thoughtform, a headmate, another "self", a sentient imaginary friend, a mental companion, there's many alternative words that people have come up with, on-and-offline.)

i was wondering if their definition of system would include the one used for DID/OSDD systems for years now, even if it didn't include non-traumagenic systems, and... none of the results even allow for the inclusion of that idea.

like of course i'm not a dumbass, i know the definition of what a system is in a plural and disordered sense, but none of those mention sentient parts of the self, none of them mention alters or headmates or switching or dissociation. if that was my only form of research into what systemhood was, i'd be very confused.

this dictionary website doesn't have plurality in the sense that i'm describing it either, referring to politics and the general sense of an amount

maybe trying to use definitions actual systems and tulpas and plurals use might help in the future! and take a single look at the tulpa research at least, coward.

(starting off, we are a traumagenic did system. we have did.)

endogenic systems are absolutely punk and they belong in punk spaces (pluralpunk, systempunk, whatever) and here’s why:

- punk is about embracing who you are and living your life authentically and unapologetically

- punk is about not letting other people dictate how you live your life and who you can be

- punk is about radical acceptance, equality, and solidarity

- punk is about rejecting authority and the establishment (and yes, this includes the medical establishment which is often ableist and causes disabled people real, long lasting harm)

there is no room for anti endos in punk. being anti endo literally is being anti punk. learn more about what punk means, and do better.

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✒📜 Jo March: Send me a scenario, and I will write a mini blurb.(only for Draco Malfoy). (Limited)

Could you maybe make a blurb on this scenario?

Draco and reader have had a good relationship so far but then suddenly they break up because Draco caught reader cheating on him with someone (your wish who) and the life of Draco and reader after their break up and how guilty reader feels because she ruined this relationship of theirs. I want this to be completely angst 😁

Love youuu 💕

Misunderstanding.

Draco Malfoy x reader

Genre: Angst, Eventual fluff.

WARNING: Panic attacks, Drugging, Alcohol, Arguments.

A/n:Since, I am getting all chicken-shit at writing angst, I am so sorry,but I'd like to change the ending. I just can't end with an angst currently, because it makes me extremely miserable later on.🥲 Also, I am a loyal af bi**h ,so I really can't imagine myself in place of Y/n cheating on Him. Please Pardon me for this. 🥲🙏 Also, this turned into a blurb rather than a mini-blurb.

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"I really trusted you! I really loved you! How could you do this to me?"

"Draco, please listen to me! You need to listen to me, I didn't even know!" You said desperately.

"Stop the lie Y/n! I saw it with m-my own eyes! I-I saw you kissing him! I can't believe that Pansy had to bring this to my notice!" His voice choked as he held back sobs.

"Draco you're still not listening! Just let me explain-"

"Explain what?! That 'Oh Draco it was a mistake! It's all a misunderstanding!'" He yelled at you. 

"Because it is! It is a huge misunderstanding!" Tears were now freely flowing down your face.

"Enough, I can't listen to your excuses, because if I do then I will forgive you, and I still want to be mad at you." Tears now fell down his face too, as he turned towards the door and made his way out.

You fell to your knees, your chest tightening with pain, again. Regret clouding your senses. How did things go so wrong? It's all because of the stupid mistake that you made last night of getting drunk to the point of completely blacking out.

All you could remember from last night was the loud music thumping against the walls as you downed vodka shots one by one carelessly. The alcohol in your system loosening you and your body and mind. As you danced in the dark,crowded room with minimal lighting, arms encircled your waist and a face bent down to kiss your neck. Your sense of vision was completely blurry, the only smell you could detect was alcohol and even though the feeling of the arms wasn't familiar, you let yourself believe that it was none other than the love of your life, Draco. Greeting him with a kiss on his lips, you came face to face with a horrific realization that it wasn't Draco. You felt yourself losing your breath as your chest tightened and within a few seconds, you felt your entire world turn black and void. 

The similar feeling of a panic attack returning back, as you gasped for breath and clutched on to the nearest object for your dear life. But, it was worthless as you felt yourself losing consciousness again.

Draco entered the common room quietly and in a sombreful manner. He wasn't ready to believe it yet that Y/n would do this with him, but he saw that with his own eyes. Tears threatened to fall down his eyes again at the mere thought of Y/n. 

"Y/n fainted after that, the drug must have been way too strong for her. But, she did look horrified when I kissed her, she was probably expecting that love-sick puppy of hers. So, you can say that last night was a failure." A masculine, arrogant voice reached his ears as he turned towards his dorm.

"That's not a worry, they're probably broken up by now, so you can try to set yourself up with Y/n a few days later and I'll do that with Draco." Parkinson. It was Pansy Parkinson, the whole time, orchestrating this evil plan of hers. How immature could she be?

Somehow fighting his urge to smack those idiots into oblivion, and without even waiting for a second, Draco immediately made a dash towards the opposite direction. He should have listened to her, he should have let her explain.

Frantically running up the stairs, he kept on wishing that she was still there. He should not have given up on them like that. He just cannot give up on them like that. But, when he reached there, his heart shattered into a million pieces at the sight of his beloved woman lying unconscious on the floor, with tear stains on her face, disheveled clothes and messy hair. Cradling her body gently in his arms, he pointed his wand towards her  face and muttered an 'Aguamenti'  to wake her up.

"D-Draco, you're here?"

"I am."

"Draco, I am so sorry. I was so stupid. Please let me explain."

"I already know what happened and I know you didn't do anything. They drugged you."

"What?"

"Yes, Parkinson and that jerk from last night think that they are very smart, but then they proceed to discuss their plans in the common room. Don't worry, I will let you explain. You are already forgiven. After we talk, we are going to get them expelled."

"Draco,I love you."

"I know Darling, I love you too." He said as he planted a kiss on her forehead and wiped away her tears with his thumb.

"Draco?"

"Yes?"

"I am never drinking after this."

A/n: Thank you so much Nix (@thehalfbloodedwitch )for this idea! This was a challenge for me and I gladly accepted it ,only to deviate from it in the end. I am so sorry again for being incapable of making a sad and miserable ending. I'll surely try pure angst later on. Thank you to all for reading this! Have a great day!💕

A huge shoutout to @mysteriousteaposts and @i-am-the-entire-circus for beta reading this.

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New Writing Poll

So we are at a three-way tie currently, I have created a new poll to be a tie-breaker. Here are the three titles and the info given out previously:

1. Monster on the Mountaintops (Platonic, familial moxiety, “Guess I’m a Dad Now”, Monster is more figurative than literal)

2. The Void (Logan-centric, Fantasy, Think Matrix or Twilight Zone in terms of weirdness, somewhat dark)

3. Here be Spiders (Virgil-centric, a Canon-Divergent Fic fics based mostly in canon in my fics? It’s More Likely Than You Think, Platonic Prinixety, Morally Grey Sides, Misunderstandings)

Here are excerpts from each WIP!

Monster on the Mountaintops:

The sun lazily peeks through the grey linings of the clouded sky, its winter light dim and dull compared to a summer’s blazing gaze. The wind howls, sinking its cold, frigid breath into Virgil. He pulls the scarf wrapped around his face more tightly, picking up his pace. He’s lived on the mountains long enough to know that a storm is on its way. 

Still, he is determined to check on one more snare before returning home. His dog Taran jogs at his side, tail wagging of its own accord. She is his only companion, the four-legged being of fur and slobber more loyal and steadfast than any human he knows. 

“Just a little further now,” He promises, reaching down to absently scratch behind her ears.

Virgil can survive off his vegetable reserves in his cellar; he has enough to last him the winter. Hunting is more for Taran’s benefit than his own. He had little in ways of salt to preserve meat well and so fresh it had to be.

The Void:

“WAIT!” Virgil yells, extending a hand outwards, “I promise you I mean it. I can help you become more than what you currently are. You will become like the others in terms of power. You can help prevent other people from experiencing what happened to you. Only if you accept, of course.”

Logan stares down at the pale hand stretched out towards him. He slowly looks up at Virgil, at those eyes that shine bright like supernovas. 

“How do I know this isn’t a trick?”

“You don’t,” Virgil says, matter-of-factly, “There’s two options. I could be lying and tricking you for my own amusement. Or I am actually telling the truth. However if you choose to decline my offer, you’ll never know which one is correct.”

Logan clenches his teeth. He doesn’t need to know. It’s a ploy, a confirmation of what he’s suspected. His damn curiosity swells up inside regardless. It’s an itch he knows he ought to leave well enough alone and yet he doesn’t. 

Here be Spiders: 

“I doubt you’ll believe me, but I had no part in what happened to Roman,” Janus says, his head turned enough so that only his snake eye is visible to Virgil, “You know Remus never thinks about the consequences of his actions--he just does. It’s completely excusable.” 

“So what? You’re a lamb? Completely pure and clean of all sin?” 

 “Did I say that? I miss the part where I proclaimed myself holy and righteous beyond reproach.” Janus snarls, poised and ready like a cobra before a strike. “I don’t do what’s right, I do what’s necessary and needed for Thomas.”

“And this,” Virgil seethes, uncovering Roman just enough to allow Janus to catch a glimpse, “was necessary?” 

[headfulloffantasies]

Miscommunication

Star Trek fic (Alternate Original Series. Word count: 1794)

5+1 misuses of the ship wide communication on the USS Enterprise

1.

“What could go wrong?”

As if summoned by the cursed phrase on the captain’s lips, the shadow of Bones appeared on the bridge. 

He jabbed a finger at Kirk. “You are staying here. You will not being going down there.” The finger jabbed at the lush green planet on the display.

“Why not?” A yeoman with a death wish might have described the captain’s tone as whining.

“Because all the green stuff down there is Feleran rose. You are allergic to Feleran rose.”

“Fine,” Kirk agreed.

Several hours after the landing party came back, Kirk slunk into the med bay. 

“Bones? I got a rash.”

Bones refused to turn around. He stared into the depths of his PADD. “Where?”

“My hands… and back… and ribs.”

“You itchy?”

“Yeah.”

“How’re your eyes and throat?”

“Normal, I guess.”

Bones finally looked up. “Fine. Sit. I will take a look.”

He scraped at Jim’s red raw hands and took the sample over to the computer.

Bones glared at the results. He went deadly still. “Jim. This is Feleran rose.”

He turned around. Jim had vanished. 

Bones calmly pressed the button on the wall to open a ship wide communication. The button screeched with disuse.

“Jim Kirk if I find out you stepped one foot on that planet I will throw you into a supernova myself.”

2. 

There was a party in engineering. The unlucky crew who were scheduled to duty and the unfortunate who had been duped into covering shifts were miserably serving their time. 

On the bridge, Ensign Kelly had the con. She was slouched almost to the floor in the captain’s seat, glaring out into open space. If she ever got her hands on Yeoman Slater she was going to launch him into the void for tricking her into this post.

The ship wide communicator chirped. Kelly jerked to attention. Music and laughter filtered over the speakers.

“Hellloooo Enterprise!” A very drunk voice sang. “This is Lieutenant Luis. I am hereby announcing my romantic engagement to Lieutenant Nelson. Aaaaaand, I am cordially inviting the whole crew to our wedding at the next space dock!”

A loud cheer echoed through the comm. 

“Alright,” a grumpy voice interrupted. “You’ve had enough. We’re all very happy-,”

3. 

Ensign Maddox had been attacked on the surface of a planet. Four hours after being returned to the Enterprise, Bones was finally satisfied with Maddox’s stable condition. The young ensign was awake, but heavily sedated. He would be counting his own fingers for a few hours. 

Bones leaned his head in his hands with the door to his office shut. The kid was so young. Freckled green skinned, red haired little child. They got younger every day. Bones was already planning the booze he’d be drinking to stave off the nightmares of blood on freckled skin.

The ship wide communicator chirped. Bones jumped. 

Heavy breathing rasped on the comm. “This is Ensign Maddox. I am officially resigning my commission on the basis of I want to live to forty! Y’all can keep risking your lives for whatever it is we’re doing out here in the black. Give me a space suit, I’m jumping ship.”

Bones scrambled out of his office. Maddox was leaning half on the wall, still slurring into the communicator. “Starfleet can kiss my space rocks. I’m going to be a farmer.”

Maddox screamed when he saw Bones coming. He scrambled closer to the wall and thus the communicator.

“Help! Help! I’m being attacked!”

“I’m not attacking you, idiot. You’re under the influence of heavy meds. Get your butt back in bed.”

“Oppression!” Maddox yelled into the wall. His feet windmilled.

Bones grabbed his arm before he fell. Into the communicator he said “Can I get a security detail to watch Ensign Maddox while he sleeps off his drugs, please?”

“Oppression!” Maddox shrieked in Bones’ ear. 

“Hurry it up before I go deaf. McCoy out.”

4. 

Replicator 3 was out to get her, Kelly decided. Every time she asked for the spaghetti and garlic toast, replicator 3 used too much garlic. The other replicators didn’t treat her like this.

The ship wide comm chirped. Chatter in the cafeteria slammed to a halt.

“I don’t know, Spock,” the captain’s voice said. “Lately I just want to punch Pike in the face.”

Kelly’s cheeks burned. This was obviously not a conversation the captain meant to broadcast. All around the cafeteria, giggles were being stifled in hands and leering grins were exchanged.

“I was under the impression your relationship with the Admiral was on pleasant terms,” Commander Spock answered.

“It is,” a sigh crackled static shipwide. “It’s just that sometimes he still treats me like a kid. Like I’m still that guy who joined Starfleet on a dare.”

“I don’t mean to misunderstand you, Jim, but you are that person.”

“I know.” Something shuffled, like the captain was rearranging himself. “But I’m more than that now. I’ve earned more respect that that. But sometimes, just for a second, I can see Pike comparing me to my father’s ghost.”

A bang echoed over the speakers. Doctor McCoy’s voice suddenly cut in. “Hey idiot. Pick up your bleeding comm. You’re broadcasting your sob story to the entire ship.”

The captain cursed. “Spock, why didn’t you say anythi-,”

Kelly bit her tongue to keep the giggles in. She looked up and caught Yeoman Tar’s eye. They both lost it.

5. 

Kelly was enjoying some peace and quiet in her quarters when the ship wide comm chirped. She set down the book she was reading on her PADD. 

“-For the fourth time. Is this thing on?” The Scottish melody of the Chief Engineer floated through the ship. “Attention Enterprise. We are experiencing communication errors throughout the ship. Please be advised that faults are causing ship wide communication failures and, er, not failures.” There was a pregnant pause. “The comms may start broadcasting without warning, so, ah, watch what you say, yeah?” The message ended. 

Almost immediately, a ship wide comm chirped. “Ever seen a binary nebula? Most beautiful thing in the whole universe if you ask me. There’s one out by Scorpio IV that’s all red and purple. It looks like a rose opening up. I always thought it would be a real romantic spot-,”

Kelly groaned into her PADD. It was never a dull day on the Enterprise.

Kelly was in the cafeteria cursing Replicator 3 when the next comm flub happened.

“-nothing more than a sprain, Ensign.” Nurse Chapel’s voice flooded the ship. “You’re lucky it wasn’t worse. We have safety protocols for a reason-,” the broadcast ended. 

Kelly exchanged a glance with Lieutenant Nelson. 

“At least it wasn’t personal medical information,” he said.

“It’s just freaky, though. It’s like there are no private conversations today,” Kelly poked at her replicated yogurt with too many chunks. “I feel like I can’t talk to anyone.” She was interrupted by another ship wide comm.

“If you ever need help with this stuff, I’m always willing to show you again-,” A female voice crackled.

Kelly waved her hands. “Like that! That was a private, essential conversation and now the whole ship is going to gossip about it.”

It went like that all day. The ship became haunted. It was eerily quiet in the halls, and in common areas, where no one wanted their private conversations to suddenly become public. Ghostly voices floated through the ship, the echoes of people who were not there.  

Kelly ground her teeth through her bridge shift as she was forced to listen to someone in engineering detail the entire plot of the book Kelly had only just started. If she wasn’t on duty, she would have stuffed her fingers in her ears and sang ‘lalalalala’ until it was over. 

Captain Kirk consulted with Commander Spock and Lieutenant Uhura at her station. Kelly couldn’t hear them over the villain ruining her book, but she noticed Kirk was pushing a lot of buttons and Uhura was letting him. The ship wide broadcast suddenly changed from the engineer’s voice to Kirk’s.

“If anyone besides Scotty can fix this, it’s you.”

“Then let me do it,” Uhura said. Kelly watched her lips move with the broadcast as she swatted the captain’s hands away from her controls. 

“Captain-,” Spock started.

Kirk interrupted, “I’m just trying to help. What if you feed the broadcast back into a single location?” Clearly none of the team had noticed their bridge crew was tipping their heads towards their conversation.

“I tried that,” Uhura fumed. “The only place the system will let me isolate the broadcast to is the bridge.”

Spock tried again to get Kirk’s attention. “Captain,-”

“Hang on Spock.” Kirk addressed Uhura. “So isolate to the bridge. Is that so bad?”

“Do you want to listen to the crew chatter all day while you’re supposed to be commanding a starship?”

Kirk shrugged. “It’s more entertaining than plotting a course to the middle of nowhere.”

Ensign Wells stifled a laugh. Commander Spock locked eyes on him. The Vulcan eyebrow went up. 

“Captain, I believe this conversation is no longer private.”

Kirk straightened up, his shoulders rigid. “Whoops.” 

The whole bridge burst out in muted giggles. 

Kirk turned around and faced his crew with a fake smile plastered on his pretty face. “Ok folks, show’s over. Back to your stations.”

Apparently the isolation of the broadcasts to the bridge had only been a temporary patch. In the middle of Kelly’s sleep shift, she jolted awake to a loud chorus of punk music blaring throughout the ship. Kelly groaned and stuffed her head under her pillow.

A door slammed somewhere near the location of the song. “Gary! Everyone can hear your horrible taste in music!”

It was going to be a long night. 

“Good morning Enterprise,” Scotty’s whimsical accent interrupted Kelly’s breakfast again. “You will all be glad to know that the ship’s communications system has been fixed. The technology responsible has been tried and executed for its crimes. Scotty out.”

+1.

“Good morning Enterprise,” The captain’s voice echoed throughout the ship. “I’d like to take a moment to acknowledge the fact that today is day 1000 of our 5 year mission. We’ve loved and lost over that time. We’ve discovered things no one has ever imagined before. We’ve paved the way for new adventures, new loves and new losses. I’d like to have a moment of silence for those who haven’t made it this far.” 

“Thank you. And now I’d like to play for you a classic Earth song that I think perfectly encapsulates the journey we are on.”

A woman’s sang along to a pumping beat. “I’m all about that bass, ‘bout that bass, no treble-,“ the song abruptly cut out.

“Scotty! I thought you said you fixed it!”

End

[yourescapetofiction]

The Tides Have Turned-Part 18

A/N: This is my old work, The Tides Have Turned. It is a complete story that I am reposting on this blog so the work isn’t lost and can be found for those interested :)

Eighteen

I hopped into my parent’s car with Sam, and the Jacks. We figured keeping our squad together was the right thing to do in a time like this.

“You guys go, we’ll take the bus and split up. We’ll cover more ground that way” Cam said before hopping in the driver’s seat.

“Okay, sounds like a plan” J said hopping in the passenger seat of our car. Sammy was driving, while he navigated. G and I jumped in the backseat.

“Hey! You guys hear anything you keep us updated, group text!” G yelled before we sped off down the driveway.

It was pretty dark out now, the only visibility due to our headlights.

“Where should we check first?” J asked pulling out his phone.

“Let’s try that bar downtown” Sam said switching lanes.

“Hey,” G whispered grabbing my hand, “it’ll be okay” he smiled. I just gave him a weak smile, not sure if he was trying to convince me or himself.

The car fell silent as we drove for another ten minutes. My gut was wrenching. I knew the more time that passed, the more grave the situation could be. Maybe I watched too many cop shows on TV, I was psyching myself out.

“Alright it’s up ahead” Sam said pointing straight. He pulled off to the curb and we hopped out before bursting through the heavy wooden doors to the bar.

It was dark and smoky inside, a football game blaring on the TV’s hanging on the wall. Some grown men were playing pool in the back, and we had to shout over the sound of chatter.

“Do you see him?” I yell.

“Not yet! I’m gonna ask the bartender” Gilinsky said disappearing between the crowd of burly men.

“Shit,” I utter.

“Don’t jump to conclusions, we’ll find him” Johnson said rubbing my back.

“What if we don’t?” I question, my voice wavering slightly at the thought.

“Hey, you can’t think like that” Sam said grabbing my hand and giving it a tight squeeze.

“Alright, well he said he didn’t recognize Nate and nobody of his description has been through here tonight” G said coming back, running his hands through his hair.

“Okay, on to the next stop” Johnson said before rushing out the front doors.

We climbed back inside the car, as Sam asked for the next destination.

“Try the beach, you know he likes to take walks when he’s stressed” I say quietly, remembering the walk I had taken with him.

“You heard the lady” J said. We cruised along the coastline for a few hours, trying different beaches that he could possibly be at. We finally pulled over to a stretch unfamiliar to us.

“Maybe he would come here because none of us would know where it is” Sam questioned aloud while climbing out of the car. We speed walked down to the sand, my eyes desperately trying to focus in the dark.

“There’s a shadowy figure over there!” I point. We made our way over only to find a couple getting it on.

“Oh shit, sorry” Sam said covering his eyes.

“Get lost” the girl barked before returning to her man. We got out of there as fast as we could, I didn’t think I would be able to get that vision out of my head.

“Damn, I didn’t know these were those type of beaches” G said shaking his head. We all let out a small laugh, the first lighthearted instance of the evening.

“Wait, my phone is vibrating! It might be Nate” I say shaking as I pulled my phone out of my pocket. My face fell when I saw it was only a group text from the other boys. Sam and the Jacks leaned in closer to huddle around my screen.

Cam: We tried a few local clubs, nothing so far.

Nash: Any luck on your end???

Me: None. We checked the bar and the beach, nothing yet. Be in touch xx

I let out a heavy sigh as I put my phone back in my pocket.

“Now what?” I ask, growing anxious at our lack of luck.

“We go to the belly of the beast” J said. “Jessica’s house.”

Sam’s POV

“What?!” Y/n yelled from the backseat, craning her neck to make sure she heard J correctly.

“She might know where Nate is, I know you don’t like her, trust me I don’t either, but it’s a shot in the dark” Johnson said.

“I think he’s right” I chime in starting the car.

I could hear her sigh in the back and saw her cross her arms in a huff. I knew she didn’t like it, but she knew it was the right thing to do, for Nate’s sake.

I drove us along the stretch of road that led to the multiple beach houses that dotted the shore. We passed on after another until we recognized her car parked out front of one.

“This has to be it” I say pulling off to the side.

We got out and walked up the huge steps to ring the front doorbell.

“You guys better be right about this” y/n whispered.

“It’s all we’ve got right now” G said as the large front door suddenly swung open.

“What the hell do you guys want?” she looked repulsed to see us. And hence y/n’s eyeroll.

“Where’s Nate?” I ask, getting straight to the point. She furrowed her eyebrows.

“How the hell would I know? I haven’t talked to him since that shit show of a dinner” she said growing angry.

“He didn’t come by here?” J asked again.

“Or text you?” G added.

“No, nothing. He dropped me off after dinner and sped off when I asked if he wanted to come up” she said scrunching her nose.

“Now if you wouldn’t mind, I’m busy. I’ve got better things to do than talk to you four” she said and I could see a half-naked man walking through the house behind her. I shuddered at the thought that it could have been Nate. I don’t know what he ever saw in this girl.

“Shit! Now what do we do?” Y/n squealed, growing more desperate for answers. “Nothing is working guys, and I’m starting to get really worried” she said her head dropping as her voice cracked.

I pulled her into my chest and held her tight, it was all I could do in this moment. I was really worried about Nate too, but I didn’t want to say that and make everyone feel worse.

“Come on, we have to keep moving” I say walking her to the car. Even the Jacks fell silent.

“What’s the plan Sammy?” J asked.

“We drive around and pray we find something” I say, my face etched with worry.

Y/n’s POV

We drove for an hour in complete silence. We didn’t even have the radio on, nobody was bothered. Sam kept his eyes straight on the road as we looked out our windows.

“Guys…” G said sitting straight up.

“What?” J asked yawning and turning to face the backseat.

“Isn’t that Nate’s car?” he asked pointing out his window. I scrambled over to his side of the car, practically leaning into his lap to get a better view.

“Yeah, it’s a black Nissan!” I yell, hopeful.

“Sammy follow it!” J yelled as Sam cut the wheel tight throwing us around in our seats.

Sam hit the gas and I swear we were doing at least 100 mph as the black car sped off into the distance.

“They’re taking a left!” G yelled, making sure Sam didn’t miss the turn.

“Keep on him Sam!” J added.

“I’m trying, I’m trying!” he yelled back in a stressed tone.

The Nissan finally slowed and pulled into a long private driveway. Our faces twisted in confusion as Sam followed up the lengthy drive.

“Why would Nate be at a private mansion?” Johnson vocalized what we had all been thinking. I didn’t think it was right either, but at this point I was grasping at straws.

I threw open my car door and ran into the night air.

“Nate! Nate! Stop!” I yell making my way towards the shadows. The body stopped moving and turned to face my calls, and I heard the car doors opening behind me as the boys got out to join me.

“Excuse me?” an unfamiliar voice asked. I approached closer until a porch light illuminated the stranger’s face. He was an older gentleman, probably no more than 40 years old. My face fell at the realization that we hadn’t been chasing Nate at all.

“Oh, I-I’m sorry, I thought-” I barely croaked out.

“We’re sorry to bother you, we were just looking for our friend and it seems this was just a misunderstanding” Johnson cut in, smoothing out the conversation.

“Oh, not a bother. Good luck finding your friend” the guy said before retreating into the house. Of all the shitty luck in the world, a guy with a black Nissan had to be driving around tonight.

I walked in silence back to the car and climbed into the backseat, shutting my eyes before my tears betrayed me. I looked out at the starry night sky. Come on Nate, give me something. Where are you?

“I say we go back to the house, regroup with the others” G said, defeated.

“We’re not having any luck driving around blindly in the dark” J added.

As we were enroute back to the beach house, the piercing sound of my ringtone filled the small space. G’s eyes met mine and I saw the city lights flash across his dark pupils. I retrieved my phone from my front pocket and frowned at the bright screen.

1-717-630-5199 read across the display. An unknown number, what are the odds. Normally I wouldn’t answer, but something in my gut told me to.

“Hello?” I ask, void of interest and emotion.

“Yeah, uh, is this an y/n?” the voice was deep, a thick New York accent evident.

“Uhm, yes?” I say again in confusion. Before he could speak further the guys gestured for me to put the phone on speaker so they could hear as well. I set my phone on the center console as we gathered around it.

“You might want to get down here, your friend is in pretty bad shape” he said. Our eyes grew wide. Nate.

“Wh-what? You’re with my friend? Is he okay?” I choke out, not sure what to make of this.

“I don’t know. I just found him, he doesn’t look good though. He’s in the alleyway behind Finnegan’s Bar in North Shore” he said and I could see Johnson typing away into his GPS, giving me a thumbs up when it popped up.

“We’re on our way” I say promptly before ending the call. I looked at Sam who just nodded at me. He turned back in his seat and peeled off in the direction of the bar. It would take us an hour to get there considering how far out we were from the car chase.

I sat in my seat, antsy. This was at least a step in the right direction, we knew where he was. But as with anything, one step forward and two steps back.

How bad was “bad?” I didn’t know what kind of mess we were about to walk into.

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Star vs. the Forces of Evil episodes in One Sentence (Season 3 edition)

Star Comes to Earth: Princess Cinnamon Roll that Could Kill you comes to earth and meets Misunderstood safe kid.

Party With a Pony: Spoopy Wardens hunt for the glitter pony while Star gets ice for Marco’s sweaty back.

Matchmaker: In which we learn it was probably a bad idea to give Star the wand in the first place.

School Spirit: Star misunderstands football and Marco tries to get Ferguson to blow his whistle not in that way.

Monster Arm: “Not my bowels! I love my bowels!”

The Other Exchange Student: Star is jealous of the meatball man from Bakersfieldville.

Cheer Up Star: “It’s supposed to be ironic!”

Quest Buy: Very accurate depiction of what it is like to work in retail.

Diaz Family Vacation: Both Marco and Star see new sides of their dads but that’s not necessarily a good thing

Brittney’s Party: Star and Marco party with someone who hates them while Ludo hijacks a bus

Mewberty: Star gets horny and snares boys in her web but not in that way

Pixtopia: Marco messed up and Alfonso marries Ferguson’s rebound

Lobster Claws: “… You can’t eat children.” “Really? Not even the annoying ones?”

Sleep Spell: “Camera Phooone!”

Blood Moon Ball: We’re suppose to ship them now, right?

Fortune Cookies: Love is never the answer kids

Freeze Day: Father Time offers Star and Marco some mud before riding away on his wheel-mobile pulled by giant time-hamsters I am not making this up.

Royal Pain: King Santa Claus destroy mini-golf

St. Olga’s Reform School for Wayward Princesses: Princess Prison sure is a nightma–OH MY GOD ARE THOSE CLUBS?!

Mewnipendence Day: No wonder monsters hate Mewmans so much.

The Banagic Wand: Star still doesn’t get Earth and like all of us, Marco is always hungry.

Interdemensional Field Trip: Miss Skullnick fears the “Big Change” while Marco sends Jackie cat memes

Marco Grows a Beard: Ludo is out, Toffee is in, and Marco will probbaly be terrified of beards forever

Storm the Castle: “SURPRISE!”

My New Wand!: DIP DOOOWN

Ludo in the Wild: Wait, since when did Ludo become badass?

Mr. Candle Cares: “Star and I have recently become smooch buddies… On the lips.”

Red Belt: Marco searches for a meaning in life and Star searches for hammer.

Star on Wheels: *epic remix of Marco saying Star is in trouble*

Fetch: Marco can’t open juice and Star runs away from her problems and sending thank you cards

Star vs. Echo Creek: Star gets high and destroys a police car

Wand to Wand: Both Ludo and Star are terrible at magic also major ship tease

Starstruck: Star and her idol Sailor Super Saiyan destroy a park and Marco is 100002% done with this shit

Camping Trip: King Butterfly has a mid-life crisis and tries to control an eagle

Starsitting: They’re gonna be great parents some day.

On the Job: Buff Dad is best dad and buff babies are adorable

Goblin Dogs: “You might think this line is long, but listen to my goblin song!~”

By the Book: Ludo and Star still suck at magic and Glossaryck is a bigger troll than Alex Hirsch

Game of Flags: Queen has no patience and legs.

Girls’ Day Out: Janna is back and is still awesome btw

Sleepover: “TRUTH! STAR HAS A CRUSH ON MA–” *cube gets crushed*

Gift of the Card: R.I.P.  Rasticore Chaosus Disastorvayne… He couldn’ get his fucking chainsaw to work

Friendenemies: Star becomes one with Christmas tree while Tom and Marco go on a date and sing a romantic pop ballad.

Is Mystery: Meatfork is apparently a family name and Ludo is really starting to freak me out tbh

Hungry Larry: “He’s still hungry…”

Spider with a Top Hat: He tries and he is awesome and that’s all that matters

Into the Wand: SPAAAAADESS!!!

Pizza Thing: Marco is OCD about mushroom and Pony Head buys skinny jeans

Page Turner: Glossaryck is awesome and how did Moon miss Lizard-Loki in the orb?!

Naysaya: Tomco friendship confirmed and Marco finally asks out Jackie while Star the supportive noodle armed friend cheers on

Bon Bon the Birthday Clown: Starco fans cry, Jarco fans rejoice, and Ludo now has the book god dammit Nefcy

Raid the Cave: Glossaryck is the true neutral asshole.

Trickstar: Weird Al is a treasure and I’ll mes up anyone who makes Marco cry!

Baby: *glances around nervously* So… Star is similar to Eclipsa, huh? *Nervous laughter* Great…

Running With Scissors: Marco gets a new edition to his shipping harem and she is so cute!!!!!!

Mathmagic: Don’t worry Star, I can’t math either.

The Bounce Lounge: Marco is definitely the mom friend.

Crystal Clear: The Chancellor guy is amazing and Rhombulus just needs a hug and wAS THAT ECLIPSA IN THE BACKGROUND?

The Hard Way: “SURPRISE!” 2.0

Heinous: Oh, so that’s how Marco got all that money.

All Belts Are Off: “Jermey is the biggest dick…. around!~”

Collateral Damage: Marco how do you not know what a possum is?

Just Friends: I’m fine! *blows up sign to prove just how fine I am*

Face the Music: Moon=Badass, Star=Why?, River=Loving Husband, Marco=Shocked, and we got to meet Ludo’s family so pretty cool episode overall.

Star Crushed: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH–remember when we though Bon Bon the Birthday Clown was the end of the world?–AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH

BONUS ROUND! BATTLE FOR MEWNI EDITION!!!!!

Return to Mewni: This is… just an exposition filler. Not much else to say….

Moon the Undaunted: B4! B4! B4 B4 B4 B4 B4 B4 B4 B4 B4 B4!

Book Be Gone: “I hate that fucking book!” -Ludo, at some point probably.

Marco and the King: *Party music intensifies… and then slowly dies down*

Puddle Defender: They’re bonding and getting so big and I am so proud–Star you idiot don’t go alone!!!!!!

King Ludo: The mime stole the show.

Toffee: I can’t…. I just… how do you want me to react?! To much happened and I mean…. what do you want me to say? I’m still processing just…. What do I say? *slowlys ponders how I will survive until November*

Scent of Hoodie: Huh, so Ponyhead can be written as likeable, who would’ve thought?

Rest in Pudding: Ish da Glossaryck! And he’s Globgoring all over da place!

Club Snubbed: I literally yelled “Phrasing!” whenever they dropped the title

Stranger Danger: "Something like that” whY WOULD YOU SAY THAT IF YOU WERE ON THE SIDE OF GOOD?!?! SERIOUSLY GUYS THIS BUGGED ME FOR WEEKS--

Demoncism: Tom is a wonderful baby boy and Ponyhead is written as likeable, part 2!

Sophmore Slump: *sobbing* Jackie deserved better, dang it!

Lint Catcher: Introducing a Lavaboe! He’s pure and wonderful and deserves a raise and did I mention I love him?

Trial by Squire: I think the writers were all like” You think these guys will ship anyone with Marco?” and decided to test that theory.

Princess Turdina: I got more lore out of this episode than I thought I would.

Starfari: Welp, she makes me uncomfortable.

Sweet Dreams: *Sailor Moon-ing intensifies*

Lava Lake Beack: Proof that this fandom will ship anyone with Marco at the slightest inclanation

Death Peck: Rich Pigeon is my new favorite birb and Ponyhead is written as likeable for the third time

Ponymonium: Well, it was nice while it lasted.

Night Life: The writers made so many new ships they had to get rid of an old one!

Deep Dive: “Chicken butt”

Monster Bash: ........ Well, that explains the cheekmarks. 

Stump Day: I think they just made an episode based around a picture from that bookcover, not that it was bad.

Holiday Special: *insert every cheesy Christmas/Holiday episode trope here*

The Bog Beast of Boggabah: The title is fun to say and the episode is average at best.

Total Eclipsa the Moon: Seriously, I’m supposed to think she’s an ultimate villain.

Butterfly Trap: In which we are all Sean, don’t lie we were all him at the end

Ludo, Where Art Thou?: Dennis is best brother, hands down.

Is Another Mystery: *sniff* I got more emotional over this episode than anyone else did and I’m not sure how I feel about that

Marco Jr.: I... I just... Why? What’s the point?

Skooled!: Epic advertisment fakeout combined with wonderful character development and lore with a shock ending makes a 10/10 episode.

Booth Buddies: Old Man McGucket ships Starco, proceed to react accordingly

Bam Ui Pati!: Ponyhead is kinda likeable in this episod--nevermind she’s back.

Tough Love: Oh man, it’s happening! It’s happening guys here we go!

Divide: We are going to war everybody--And they’re all dead. That was quick.

Conquer: So Glossaryck has upped his trolling antity and turns out Eclipsa’s probably evil, Meteora’s a baby again, and Globgor is her husband and imprisoned in crystal... Idk about you guys but I’m going to go scream into the void...

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What’s With Our Family? (Part 2)

What’s With Our Family? (Part 1)

2: Humans and Demons, What's Worse?

? x WinchesterSister!OC

Word count: 2,732

Warnings: Slight mentions of death but that’s just normal

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Date posted: 17/5/17

Hibbing, Minnesota. Reports of missing people had a higher average than usual so the boys thought we'd call by and see what was up. After talking to the boy who saw a man disappear under a car and not return we ended up regrouping at a local bar.

We went over all the information we had and finished our drinks. Tired I went back out to the car while Dean flirted a little bit, Sam followed me. When we reached the Impala we heard a weird noise, sharing a silent look we went opposite ways around one car. My ankles were suddenly grabbed causing me to fall onto my butt, a yelp of surprise fled my lips and when Sam called out there was a thud that followed him. The last thing I remember was yelling Dean's name as I was pulled under the car. Black was the next thing I saw.

~** **~

"Rose! Wake up!"

A voice called me back from the black void I was in.

"Sam?"

"Rose, you're awake! Thank god."

I manage to take a look around me. Of all the things I did not expect to be locked in a cage with Sam. The cage barely had enough room to move with the both of us in it. We looked like we were in a rundown shed too. That's when I noticed a man in another cage beside us.

"Is he awake?"

"I think he isn't far from coming around."

"Bloody hell. I doubt this is our type of case..."

"You don't say."

Suddenly the man next to us woke up and started moving around and yelling. After Sam started talking to him he calmed down. We found out he was the missing man from this town, the one we were looking for.

Sam, only able to reach so far started playing with the wiring on the electrical cages.

"Careful Sammy, don't need ya having a shock on top of this crap."

"Shut up."

He scoffed at me. The man in the cage started talking again when his cage's lock opened with a bang.

"Was that you Sammy?"

"I'm not sure..."

I sighed. I doubt Sam had the luck to break the wiring to open the cage. It was probably done on purpose. Therefore I was lead to the conclusion that this spelt trap.

"Hey man, I'd play your cards right and sit tight."

"Like hell, I'm staying here! I'll get out and find you two help!"

At that he took off, Sam and my protests falling into the now empty room. After sharing a look with Sam I look at the door to the cage when it suddenly slammed shut, the lock clicking back in place.

"Oh no..."

I whisper. Sam put his hand on my shoulder as we probably shared the same thought. A gunshot a few minutes later confirmed out thoughts as reality.

"Okay Sammy, I don't like cages but I like games much less. It's best to wait it out in here even if our doors opens, at least until we get a firm grip on our situation."

"Wise words."

I scoffed at him when the humour faded from my face a frown replaced it. All I could sense was humans outside. I didn't like it one bit.

~** **~

"This woman, she's the cop, Sammy!"

I gasp out as the cop, I think her name is Kathleen, jumps awake.

"You two... You two are with that Dean! He is worried sick!"

"Same."

I mutter quietly. Not that I would vocalise it but I'm sure I could sense Dean inside the house nearby. These people were sick. That's when I noticed someone was approaching.

Sam and mine's gate opened up and a man pointed a gun in at us.

"Kay, Girly, out ya come. Nice 'nd easy right?"

I gulped.

"What happened to Dean first?"

"We gave him a choice he chose the boy to go first. You little lady, however, get to come with me."

If it were the tone in his voice or my rising temper I'm not sure what triggered me the most.

"You know what. I missed kicking the shit outta things!"

I grow as I push the barrel of the gun to my side of the cage as I jump forwards. A gunshot from the man and a few kicks and punches from me later and Sam and I are trying to free Kathleen from her cage.

As we got it open I stole the man's rifle. Now I could sense the rest of the family coming over.

"Get ready guys, also who shoots straighter than me when moving?"

"Give it to Kathleen."

Sam and I knew we could handle ourselves and by god, I hope a cop could handle herself but I handed the gun over anyway.

~** **~

It took a while but we finally had all the family members tied up or dead. The teen girl that we had got alive kept shooting me dirty glares, I had no clue why.Kathleen picked up on my unease about her.

"You meet her before?"

"Never but she's giving me this look..."

The child cuts in.

"You were ‘menna be my big sis’."

I choked on my spit that leads to my coughing and Kathleen patting my back.

"I don't want to know what I just avoided."

"To be quite honest I glad nothing happened. Your brother was really worried too."

"That's the type of family we are."

I smiled at her.

"I heard some general conversation about these guys taking your kid, sorry to hear that."

"It's alright."

Kathleen spoke louder

"You lot should get out of here before the cops come."

"See ya, Kathleen."

I wave at her as we take our long ass walk back to the Impala that was back in town.

~** **~

Chicago, Illinois. A girl who was murdered ripped to shreds with all the locks and security alarm still on. Sam was dead convinced that this was our type of case. I believed it was but not a good kind of case to be on.

I went to the police station first while the boys went to the house. When we regrouped at a bar we covered all the info we got.

The lady was killed in locked door, her heart was gone and a strange symbol could be made out on the carpet. Great. Did I mention the bar we were at it is the one the lady, Meredith the one who was killed, worked here?

Sam randomly stutters some crap excuse and walks away from us over... to a girl. Dean and I share a look before we head over.

By the time I could get anywhere near what the fuck was happening the chick had chewed out Dean bombarding him with insults about dragging Sam all around the country. Then she turned to me.

"The missing sister I presume."

I blink at her.

"Hi."

"You, while your little brother is being forced across the country you do what, run away on your own little holiday?"

I put my finger up to her lips before she could go into an another bout of ranting.

"Sush. I'm not taking bullshit today little miss."

Sam stops any further misunderstandings while Dean fills me in about what happened when Sam left to go find dad. Obviously, he hadn't found dad so much as a girl. Sam got her number and we left to our motel.

Dean was upset with Sam, I was a little too if I was honest.

"I'm going to go watch her. I don't quite trust her."

"Have fun."

Dean answered throwing him the Impala keys. I simply went back to the book I was reading, trying to help Dean find the damned symbol. About half an hour after Sam was gone Dean asked me,

"You okay? That chick was a little mean."

"I'm well adjusted to bitches but she went at you more. Seems Sam is a bit indecisive, huh?"

"You can say that again."

Dean grumbled. I went to the fridge and pulled out two beers. Opening them I handed one to Dean.

"How's that arm holding up?"

"You noticed it had been bothering me?"

"Yeah well, you do tend to zone out looking at it. To top it off I haven't found anything like it, even on the web..."

A small silence came between us. I fiddled with my one earring. It was a black cross stud that the boys and dad gave me for my birthday one year, said it was a small charm that could help me have a keen eye. It helped psychological effect or not.

"Still wearing that thing?"

"Of course! It's no different from you wearing the amulet Sammy gave ya!"

I smiled at the end of my sentence. Dean flashed a smile back.

~** **~

"Hey Dean, try looking up Zoroastrian symbols. It might fit the bill."

"On it."

A few minutes later he laughed and took a gulp of beer.

"Would ya look at that Rosie. Looks like we got ourselves a Zoroastrian symbol for a demon of darkness, a Daēva."

"A Daēva huh?"

I walked over and skimmed through the page.

"'An experienced sorcerer' huh? I'd like to think one of them would stand out like a sore thumb."

"I know what ya mean."

At that, we called Sam. He sounded a little flustered, Dean and I picked up on it but said nothing.

~** **~

Once Sammy was caught up he questioned,

"And you think Meg is the one behind it?"

"Maybe, we gotta check her profile out first."

Dean answered.

I let the boys do their thing. Sam was still stalking the chick I disliked... Greatly disliked.

"Hey, Dean."

"What's up?"

"That Meg girl... I feel like she's hiding- No, I know she's hiding something. She has a dark, a really dark vibe to her."

"Rosie she was chewing you out for doing your job. You probably just have a bad impression on her... Hopefully."

I wanted to comment 'Since when am I wrong' but that would make him worry about Sam.

~** **~

"Okay so the wanker's profile is clean, what's Sammy gotta say?"

I grumble Dean looks at me amused,

"What you don't like the idea of Sammy having a girlfriend?"

"Dean."

My tone is serious to his humoured one.

"What?"

"I don't care who you two date as long as they aren't demons, witches or a total whore."

I smile at the end of my statement and we start laughing.

~** **~

When Sammy came back I almost grinned.

Sam had apparently followed her and seen her conduct a ceremony with a golden goblet. She speaks to someone warning them that the brothers and I are in town, and is told to wait for the entity at the other end.

"We should call dad. Leave him another voicemail."

Dean commented. After doing just that we head out.

The boys seemed convinced that this was the demon that killed mum but I knew deep down it wasn't and that something was wrong. Very wrong.

We sneaked up on Meg's apartment. We see her at an altar and I know immediately that we're in trouble when she calls all of us out addressing us as the Winchesters.

As we walk forwards I gasp a second too late. The fucking Daēva had already knocked the boys out and I was close to follow.

~** **~

I was the first to wake up. I called Meg out for being possessed by a demon, an evil smirk plastered to her face. She was about to say something when the boys woke up. Sam growled out,

"This... This was a trap for us wasn't it?!"

Meg laughed,

"Not quite, it's a trap for daddy dearest."

I growl slightly, she looked at me and commented,

"Down girl, no need to be a bitch."

I had to bite my tongue to stop the flood of comebacks. I think I might have drawn blood actually.

"Daddy will have to come to the rescue for his darling boys and little girl. When he does all the Daēvas in the room will kill him."

"Fat chance."

Dean commented.

Sam started to talk to her and she went and mounted him to my outrage. I'm sure if looks could kill I'd be taking her to hell.

I knew what Sam was doing for Dean, it took Meg a moment before she figured it out.

"Smart boys but not smart enough."

She kicked the blade out of Dean's hand. I smiled at her,

"That's why escape is a women's job."

I throw my tiny blade at her before running at her, after a fist fight I manage to punch her into the altar.

Breathing heavily I watch on as the Daevas drag her out the window. She falls down a seven story drop, a sickening thud makes me cringe. I peer over the edge before retreating to the untied boys.

"Sammy, pick better girlfriends please."

"Preferably not loopy ones."

Dean added, Sam scoffed at us. We decided to just pack up at the motel and leave tomorrow morning, probably for the best as I was feeling sick.

Everything was going well until we arrived back at the apartment, I thought I sensed someone inside but when I tried to push further it stopped. Ignoring it I didn't speak up as we walked inside but when the boys froze at the door I had to push through them to see what made them stop. When my eyes focused on why they stopped a breath escaped my lips.

"Dad."

I ran into his slightly open arms. I squeeze him a little before parting. As the boys greeted him, Sam a tad reluctant I simply listened to the beating of hearts. My own faded to background noise and the three men's become more dominate as I vaguely listened to the conversation.

Dad suddenly looked at me.

"Rose, show me your arm."

Hesitantly I walked over and pulled my sleeve up. He traced each cut with his eyes something like annoyance flickered in his eyes.

"Did demons do this?"

"Yes."

My voice was a tad weak but Sam put a warm hand on my shoulder. Dad looked like he could have chewed me out then repeated it again.

"Fool. Were you working alone?"

"No Sir."

"What happened to your partner?"

"He got possessed. I killed him."

There was a pause before he muttered,

“Very well, but why'd they do this?"

A silence lingered in the room... Something, something was about to happen.

"Wha-"

I was cut off by the lights shutting off and all four of us being thrown to all four walls. Shadows swirled around us, ripped and clawed at us.

"Daevas?!"

I growl out in frustration only to end up yelping as my shoulders had claws drag along them. I heard the boys call out my name but not before I had claws rip through my stomach. My vision went from bright to dark and back again, I noticed the room go white with light as I assume someone got a flare. One of them picked me up bridal style and carried me to the Impala.

I heard arguing outside the car and I sat up, Dean was at the door he looked pretty beat up too.

"Dean..."

My voice was barely above a whisper but he put his head in the car and gave me a once over before helping me up.

"Dad's gonna leave isn't he."

I ask loudly now my voice was starting to recover. Dad looked at me.

"Rose, stay with Dean and Sam. I want all three of you to be safe."

"Dad-"

"That's an order, Rose."

I frown at him and look him deep in the eyes. I ignored everything that hurt, all my doubts and walked over to Dad. I silently leant into his ear and whispered.

"Somethings wrong with me. This shitty mark has something to do with it I swear."

I moved back, my body sways a bit and Sam rushes over to stabilise me. Dad looked at me long and hard, something like fear glinted in his eyes and he looked over all three of us.

"Goodbye, you lot."

Was the last thing I heard Dad say before I was put back in the Impala.

To be continued...   Part 3!

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OPENING PRAYERFather, please let love and peace reign in every Christian home in Jesus' name.MEMORY VERSE: "Hatred stirreth up strifes: but love covereth all sins.” – Proverbs 10:12  BIBLE PASSAGE: Proverbs 15:1-7Proverbs:15.1 A soft answer turns away wrath, But a harsh word stirs up anger. Proverbs:15.2 The tongue of the wise uses knowledge rightly, But the mouth of fools pours forth foolishness. Proverbs:15.3 The eyes of the LORD [are] in every place, Keeping watch on the evil and the good. Proverbs:15.4 A wholesome tongue [is] a tree of life, But perverseness in it breaks the spirit. Proverbs:15.5 A fool despises his father's instruction, But he who receives correction is prudent. Proverbs:15.6 [In] the house of the righteous [there is] much treasure, But in the revenue of the wicked is trouble. Proverbs:15.7 The lips of the wise disperse knowledge, But the heart of the fool [does] not [do] so.INTRODUCTION: Violence can be defined as extreme force, action intended to cause destruction, pain or suffering, widespread fighting, injustice or wrong while domestic violence is an act or threatened act of violence upon someone with whom the perpetrator is or has previously been in intimate relationship (Proverbs 27:4; Ecclesiastes 7:9).  Other terms used for domestic violence include domestic abuse, battery and family violence. This ranges from use of abusive/derogatory words, physical assault to the use of dangerous weapons. It has been observed that some family members, in spite of the love they proclaim, still engage in acts of violence against one another. Therefore, we need to find out why this is so and remedies to this act.TEXT REVIEW: PROVERBS 15:1-7The writer of Proverbs 15, verse1-7 proffered some remedies to anger which is a form of violence:i. Soft answer to aggressive question/demand. Prov. 15:1ii. Wise application of knowledge to foolish information. Prov. 15:2iii. Understanding the truth that the eyes of the Lord is watching every home and act. The fear of the Lord is capable of stemming ungodly act of violence. Prov. 15:3iv. A gentle word has power to heal wound of misunderstanding and contrariness. Prov. 15:4v. Application of Godly parent's instructions and corrections has capacity to produce well nurtured/cultured children. Prov. 15:5vi. Living a righteous life is an antidote to sin which include violence. Prov. 15:6.vii. Wisdom will sift chaff from grain, wisdom will help to discover that not all battles are worth fighting. Prov. 15:7.NOTE:The opposite of the stated above remedies will spur violence.LESSON OUTLINES1. Forms of domestic violence2. Causes of domestic violenceFORMS OF DOMESTIC VIOLENCETeacher should explain the forms of violence as presented below:i. Physical Violence: This include flogging, bullying, battering, stoning, strangling, pushing, kicking, slapping, punching, hitting, confinement, assault with weapons, destruction of victim's personal property/possessions or treat to do so, and murder. Gen. 4:8.ii. Verbal Abuse: This include verbal threats or intimidations to gain compliance, instilling fear or further violence, yelling or screaming, constant harassment and name calling. 1Sam. 20:30.iii. Sexual violence: This include sexual assault (forcing someone to participate in unwanted/unsafe or degrading sexual activity), sexual  harassment (ridiculing another person to try to limit their sexuality). Sexual exploitation (such as forcing someone into sex hawking). 2Sam.13:12-14.iv. Psychological Violence: Such as smoking, imitating, isolating, threatening, intimidating and exclusion from meaningful events. 2Sam.13:22-23.v. Emotional Violence: Such as rejection, pretending not to notice one's presence. Gen. 21:9-11.vi. Economic Violence: This include withholding economic resources (such as money), stealing from or defrauding a partner, withholding physical resources such as food, clothes, necessary medications or shelter from a partner or children, preventing a spouse from working or choosing an occupation. 1Tim. 5:8vii. Religious Violence: This include preventing one's spouse from practicing his/her religious or spiritual belief, forcing the children to be reared in a faith that a spouse has not agreed to, using a spouse religious or spiritual belief to manipulate him/her. Dan. 3:20CLASS ACTIVITY 1Class should share their experience, be it personal or told, on any of the above forms of violence.CAUSES OF DOMESTIC VIOLENCETeacher should explain the causes listed above to students and should allow them to discuss them using their experiences:i. Economic hardship, unemployment, stress, provocation by the spouse.ii. Emotional/psychological issues such as depression, desperation, feeling of insecurity, suspicion and fear. Sexual infidelity, etc.iii. Character defects (jealousy, anger) alcohol and drug related issues, insincerity and deception/failed expectations.iv. Complex issue ( inferiority/superiority).v. Failure to yield to divine instructions. Gen.4:4-8.vi. Third party/interference from family, friends, colleagues ,etc.vii. Environmental factors, spiritual attack, generational curses, etc.CLASS ACTIVITY 2Class should discuss how peace can reign in Christian homes. SUMMARYDomestic Violence in its forms should not raise its ugly head in Christian homes.CONCLUSIONIf there is no peace  in the home, the society will also be void of peace. Let us identify the root cause of violence in our families and deal with it prayerfully.CLOSING PRAYERFather, let Your peace return and abide in every Christian homes.ASSIGNMENTIdentify five(5) causes of societal violence and suggest remedies. 2marks for each point

Sunday School Hymn

1. O Sunday School, on the Lord's day,O how I love Thee well,I am happy, it makes me gladTo rejoice at Thy birth. 2. O Sunday School, on the Lord's day, Thy friend friendship suits me well, Both young and old will sing Thy song,We long for Sunday School.3. O Sunday School, on the Lord's day,Christ was Thy first teacher, The Holy Spirit, great teacher,Does manifest in thee.4. O Sunday School, on the Lord's day,This testimony is sure,That God, the Father Almighty,Poured His blessing on Thee.5. O Sunday School, on the Lord's day, Though the sun be so bright,Or if the clouds be black with rain, I'll be in Sunday School.6. O Sunday School, on the Lord's day,I rejoice to see Thee,Will thou pass over me today? Without my being blest?

Reference : RCCG Sunday School Teacher's Manual Lesson Twenty- Four, Sunday 10th February 2019

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