#if the governments dont step in for fear of losing control you will get what you asked for

[cree-n-jewish-thoughts]

Well, I more wanted to express solidarity in annoyance at the intifada cheerleaders.

I understand, but I didn't know what exactly to say yesterday. Also I always appreciate solidarity.

So let me talk about it today!

They do not realize what they have mobilized.

They do not know what they are even asking for. They speak up against the government, they protest, they enjoy every single civil liberty that being in a democratic society gives people.

To all the queers for the infada, you mobilized a group that wants you dead.

To all the antizionist Jews who wanted this, you are marching yourself to the slaughter house with an ignorant smile on your face.

The liberties that are used and enjoyed by the most supportive groups to speak against the government of their country and Israel. You do not have that liberty under Sharia law. You will no longer be allowed to be LGBTQ without being thrown off a roof! You won't be able to protest without being lynched! You can't say anything negative about the government without disappearing.

The spoiled brats got what they wanted.

Let's see if they actually like what they wished for when they don't get to speak out, or be out and proud, when you can't have an opinion without being "unlived".

Congrats idiots, you got it. I hope you all are enjoying walking into the slaughter-house!!!

[anyataylorjoys]

Mexicans and American Mexicans are still deported to Mexico under Biden lolol. No matter what you try to bring up to deflect Biden being just as much as a peice of shit as Trump, Biden has continued or made worse. The cages are still a thing but have a different name now. ICE is even still around. You can calm it down and step off your high horse. I only said "you can do whatever you want, but dont shame people if they don't feel like voting or if they vote third party". Biden is just as much as a dictator as Trump. Just hear me out without going straight to the "do you just want a dictator??" mindset for a few minutes. Once you stop seeing red vs blue and start realizing it's about rich vs poor, things will make sense for you. Money and white supremacy is the only thing that keeps the interest of our goverment and is why they do what they do. That's why the United States and Israel are committing genocides across the entire world, no matter which party controls our government. Vote all you want to, but it's not going to do shit other then maybe make you feel like you did something. Going out of your house and protesting out in the streets, speaking up, and more direct action is what brings change. While you're out in the streets, look out for people and make sure people are wearing masks so they can't be identified, can't spread the ongoing pandemic, plus it helps with tear gas quite a bit. I'm sorry for ranting at you, but it just annoys me when people think voting will fix everything while we're all dying in the streets, without healthcare, and while our tax dollars are being used to fund more genocides.

"Just hear me out" no because I said listen carefully and you didn't and went straight to attacking me in my inbox and proceeded to spew a bunch of disinformation that I don't have time to unpack like "they stopped counting the death toll under Biden" wrong! And thanks to the trillions in covid relief funds under Biden, this country didn't go under and my family survived. But whatever this is besides the point I'm not here to defend Biden or even to defend democrats as a whole but at least some democrats appear to have a conscience, even if they are a bunch of pussies for not speaking up against this genocide in fear of losing their jobs and shame on them, I don't know how they sleep at night.

I don't like Biden, I don't agree with everything he's done. But to claim he's as much a "dictator" as Trump is delusional rhetoric. Trump was actively inciting an coup and threatening vote counters to throw out opposing votes because he's mentally unstable.

You're talking to someone who thinks democracy in America is already an illusion so yes, my vote is an attempt to feel like I'm not powerless as a citizen of this country lol. Voting doesn't solve everything obviously it cannot be that simplified, however I still believe voting is not entirely useless. Our voices do matter and protesting makes people listen. If our right to information, to speak and to protest is revoked, any power we have to make change in numbers will be lost and therefore, I'm prioritizing protecting those rights. I'll be doing everything I can to keep a dictator from becoming president because that's the ultimate threat we face right now. It's unfortunate that you and many others can't seem to foretell just how much worse things could get under complete GOP control in our current political climate of elevated right-wing radicalism.

Democrat or Republican run country, certain things will not get better right away. We have to take the steps necessary to make and maintain progression. But under Republicans, you can guarantee they will take this country back to 1950 and I won't stand by and put the fate of my future and others' lives in the hands of the American people without my contribution no matter how small of a difference you think it makes. People will say "every vote counts" and we all know that's a lie. However, if thousands of people share your mindset and choose not to vote, that's a dangerous game.

[technowoah]

Revolutions Always Fall

You should've learned from L'Manburg. The Butcher Gang was a mistake.

- REQUESTED!

- I tried to put 2 requests in one here.

- its really long 🤧🤞🏽

Prompts!

13) "You made me lose all my faith and trust in you"

38) "They warned me about this.” “About what?” “You.” 

47)“Are you satisfied now...?”

⚠︎ memtions of blood, voilence, fighting, swearing, Technoblade's execution episode. Angst.

Masterlist!

Dear Technoblade,

I wont make the same mistakes again

- an old friend. ♤

Technoblade was always a threat, and you learned that from L'Manburg. You had befriended him when he joined Pogtopia and very quickly you two seemed to click. He saw the world through different eyes and that intrigued you. You wanted to be him, live life the way he does it for just a day.

He was a killing machine, he was smart tactical, but still had the thirst for blood that made him be so smart and tacitcal with how he kills.

You on the other hand were not a big fan of killing, but this war was an exception. This war made you practice, it made you angry, it lit a fire underneath you that you didnt know you had. Along with the other members of Pogtopia, Technoblade helped you fight, how to wield a sword, knife, gun, anything that you can get your hands on you turned it into a weapon, you Soon enough you had mastered weapons and you werent so passive.

You questioned yourself if this was living through Technoblade, the need to fight, hunt, to protect. You felt poweful. As you hold your own crafted swords in your hand you know what you can do. You could do so much damage with this sword, he gave you that sword. It wasn't special at all but you made it special, because in your eyes it was.

"You can do so much with a sword, people just don't know how to use it to its fullest potential. They dont know their full potential either. But now you do."

Thats what he said to you in between those stone walls called Pogtopia.

After what he said to you had done so. Used the sword to your full potential, used anything to your full potential. You wanted to be more and more you became.

"You ready?" Technoblade smirked.

"Hell yeah Im ready to kill that bastard." You smiled

"Woah-oh! You weren't saying this a couple months ago."

"Schlatt deserves it. That's not L'Manburg. This is L'Manburg." You stretched out your arms to the others who were gathering armor and polishing their weapons for the battle yet to come.

You smiled knowing this will all end soon, you wouldn't be in a cave anymore, you wouldn't have to hide the fact that you knew where Wilbur was and that he was planning the attack, Pogtopia will be no more and L'Manburg would be back.

"L'Manburg will be back." You said while taking a sword out of a chest.

"Sure." You heard him scoff beside you.

"What's that supposed to mean?" You asked slightly offended. Wasn't he fighting for the same thing?

"I dont know. Revolutions always fall." He turned his back to you and walked away leaving you to your own thoughts.

You hated it. He was right, he was always right and you hated it. And everyone else did too, they knew he was right. It wasnt what the majority wanted, we wanted L'Manburg while he didn't want to be held by government in the first place. That's what he meant that day in Pogtopia.

L'Manburg, one defeated, was now growing once more. After the "end" of L'Manburg you couldn't forgive him. Your anger and the feeling of betrayal kept growing and growing everyday, every time you picked up that damned sword he gave you. It was the best sword you had, you had enchanted it multiple times. You had to use it, but the only thing was the memories that came with it.

Your anger only worsened as time went on, having to hear about Technoblade and how he was such a threat to L'Manburg only made you want to destroy him and the past you two had created. That would be the closure you needed, but someone was already three steps a head of you.

In spite of your anger you and Quackity had the most magnificent idea to make a gang to finally kill Technoblade for the sake of L'Manburg. The idea was to go confront him at his house and take him back to L'Manburg for an execution. You were on board with the idea 100%. This was better for L'Manburg and better for yourself, finally someone who got you.

Quackity and you planned tirelessly to try and get Technoblade's location and bring him back. The Butcher Gang was made from the cabinet of L'Manburg. During these long days you two grew closer, you two were so different in ways of thinking, but you two shared the same end goal which worked out in your favor. You two went through hell and back just to find out that the easiest way to get to Technoblade was sitting in L'Manburg right at that moment. Philza, some may say Technoblade's only friend at the moment. He was loyal to Technoblade and you dont blame him at all, but you needed to find out where his companion was.

It was all going well, the Butcher Gang had put Phil on house arrest and Tubbo had found a compass that led them straight to Technoblade's location. Everything was going well and according to plan, you didnt want to show it on your face as you saw Technoblade's house from the spot in the woods the Butcher Gang was hiding in, but you wanted this so badly. You didnt where he was going to be, he could've came and bestowed more destruction. It was like knowing he was there, but not knowing when he was going to strike.

The anxiety that came with not knowing where Technoblade was always with you, but now it wont be.

The Butcher Gang ended up taking Technoblade by force back into the city. You were proud that you were all able to get the blood hungry pig-man to come back with you all. He was behind bars with an anvil hanging high over his head. As Tubbo gave his speech your short lived happiness soon faded as a man appeared and smoke filled the area. You started to get attacked by what seemed like Dream and Punz while Tubbo continued to yell for Quackity to pull the lever to finally kill Technoblade.

"Pull the lever Big Q!"

"Kill him Quackity!" You yelled with him.

He did it. The anvil fell fast towards Technoblade's body, but as fast as the anvil landed on him his skin, bones, and blood regenerate and return to its normal state. Your eyes widened as the totem in his hand began to disintegrate into gold dust.

"DAMMIT!" You yelled in agony while Ranboo and Fundy continued to fend off Dream and Punz until they retreated.

Once they did you realized Technoblade was gone, you saw him in the distance running away from the scene, but you couldn't let this happen. You couldn't let the fear of Technoblade being out there doing God knows what forever. The fear of him boiled in your heart as you broke out into a sprint towards Technoblade.

As you ran into a more secluded area you heard footsteps behind you. You glances back to see Quackity following your lead with an axe in his hand. Slowing down a bit you both ran side by side.

"Let's get this son of a bitch!" Quackity huffed as you both came across a cave.

You both knew Technoblade was in there so you both prepared for the mental and physical pain you would both endure. This wasn't like the Butcher Gang where it was 5 against 1, it was 2 against 1 and you've seen Technoblade fight this fight before.

"You ready to kill this bastard?" He calmed his breathing down.

"Of course I am." You kept your eyes foward.

You walked deep into tha cave to see 6 chests and a sign that said "final control room", that bastard. Wanting to be quiet you tried to sneak up on Technoblade, but Quackity's anger got the best of him.

"What the fuck is this Technoblade?! What the hell are you doing here?" He asked gripping his sword too tight.

"It not what it looks like." Technoblade airly laughed. He had an enchanted pickaxe in his hand and an open chest with netherite armor.

"How the hell did that anvil not kill you?!" Quackity yelled.

Technoblade started laughing, he was laughing, he was taunting us. "Do you really think that death can stop me? That you could kill me that easily."

Your emotions tried to get the best of you as you tried not to let frustrated tears fall onto your cheeks.

"How did you do it? What... How did you even do that?"

"You think that can stop me Quackity?" Technoblade asked again.

"Just answer the fucking question!" You yelled before either of them could speak. It was silent for a while before Technoblade slowly spoke up.

"A totem. I used a totem of undying. I always have it on me." He smugly said.

He continued on. "You know what?! You know what? Ive got a lot to say, I was gonna say it at the trial, but we got a little bit interrupted. You know I tried convincing you guys that government was not the answer, the government was actually the cause of all your problems!"

You rolled your eyes as he continued his infamous speech.

"I tried to convince you guys by fighting alongside you as brothers and you cast me aside, you used me. I tried to use force, but you still formed a government! And when I went into hiding, when I retired, when I swore off violence, you hunted me down, you hurt my friends." Technoblade finished.

"Techno you dont understand what we're fighting for!" You started finally finding your voice. "I thought you were for us! You were always against us!"

"I was always for you! I needed you guys to understand!"

"We needed YOU to under-"

Technoblade interrupted you. "You dont understand me! You never did!"

"At least I fucking tried and you gave me so much shit for it! I wanted to be you Technoblade. I wanted to see life through your eyes, I was fascinated by how you walk, fight, your mind."

Your anger began to subside as you continued to speak. "But, you made me lose all my faith and trust in you."

Technoblade laughed again. "Same here! You guys left me! Betrayed me so-"

"So the feeling is mutual." You growled.

It was quite for a minute, but you could feel Quackity's sympathetic stare as you poured your feelings out to a man who dosen't even matter to you.

"They warned me about this." Your arms gestured to the area the three of you were in.

"About what?" Technoblade scoffed.

"About you." You stared at Technoblade. It wasn't a glare, it was more calm.

"Quackity, Tubbo, Fundy...Even Ranboo." You airly chuckled.

You had stopped talking trying to get yourself back together. Quackity caught that you weren't talking anymore so he spoke up.

"What we have up there is a country and what we need here is organization and power. And I dont care how long it fucking takes me or what I have to do to get you Techno. Im going to fucking kill you. Im going to kill you Technoblade." Quackity gripped his axe in his hand.

"I just have one question Quackity." Techno smirked.

"What do you have?" Quackity responded and you took the sword out of the sheath hanging on your hip.

"Do you think you two are enough to kill me? Even unarmed with iron armor?" Technoblade closed the chest that held netherite armor signaling he didn't need that. "Do you think you both could take me?"

"Oh we do." You spoke up. "We need this, Technoblade."

"You know what?" Quackity rose his axe and you followed suit. "Lets find out you son of a bitch!" He charged towards Technoblade and you followed close behind.

Technoblade started running out of the long cave, but you two followed. He threw potions on the ground as he turned around and fought us head on. You were able to get a couple of cuts and hits on him, but he was cutting you more with his pickaxe.

The thing about Quackity was that he thought he was invincible. He kept going full force towards Technoblade, hopefully he would focus on him so you could finally get a critical hit on him. Your heart rate kicked up as your face came too close to his pickaxe. And it kept going, each swing he took towards you became closer and closer until Quackity slashed his arm with his axe.

Technoblade whipped his head his way. "I have a pickaxe and I'll put it right through your teeth!"

Technoblade swung his axe and slashed Quackity's face, including his eye. He then turned his pickaxe to the flat side and swung it, hitting the side of his head. The blow to his head sent him flying against one of the walls of the cave, knocking him out.

He then turned to you and in a flash you could tatse the metal of his pickaxe as it swiped across your face blinding one of your eyes as well as Quackity's. He had hit you on the side of the head like he did with Quackity. Your body was aching as you fell to the ground, your mind slowly shutting down. You were loosing a lot of blood quickly, and so was Quackity. You two knew you were going to find the strength to get out of this cave and follow Technoblade's path out.

You laid on the cave's cold floor realizing that this was a mistake. You were too loyal, easily swayed, you were a follower. You never knew when to stop, from L'Manburg to Pogtopia to The Butcher Gang you seeked things you couldn't have. You couldn't have L'Manburg, neither Pogtopia, you couldn't kill Technoblade and ease your fears snd anxieties. You need to seek that some where else.

Your mind began to slip, and you fell into unconsciousness.

You should've learned. He was right. Revolutions always fall.

The Butcher Gang was a mistake.

Dear Technoblade,

I remembered the day. It still pains me. The day you spawned those wither. I thought you were the traitor, but turns out I was wrong at the time. Im sorry for that.

I also remember when you left me for dead. But I made it out as you see.

But now I am resigning from L'Manburg. Im going my own way, my own path, and I don't want you on my path.

Think of this as closure, something I never got. As I am writing this I dont know why I am giving you closure, lifting a weight off of your shoulders, you dont deserve it.

I know people say that to you alot.

You really made a dent in this damned place.

I hate what you're doing. You get to live in solitude while we get to live in the debris you left here. I wanted to be like you.

I hate to say it, but I learned a lot from you. I hated what I learned, about myself, about you, about the current state of this horrible place.

I wont make the same mistakes again

Are you satisfied now?

- an old friend ♤

[dearestones]

A Spark of Rebellion (Platonic! America and Immortal! Teen Reader: A 1984 Themed Oneshot)

Warnings: I have not read 1984, so this only has the barest hint of the themes present in the novels. That said, there is mentions of torture (not graphic), mind control, and angst. 

Anonymous Request: My new request for 1984 x Hetalia x Immortal!reader fanfiction is Russia x Immortal!teenage!reader! Confrontation after a attempted rebellion by the reader causing America to isolate them from the world and erasing their records completely, you may modify the plot as you see fit. Again Im sorry and have a nice day.

You dont have to do this if you can't just let me know.

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America had known what it was like to be oppressed by higher powers. His very birth, the inception of who he truly was, the United States of America—no longer the Thirteen Colonies or property of the British Empire—was founded on the idea of independence and freedom. The freedom to govern himself. The freedom to be a part of something new, something greater than the kingdoms and royalty of old. 

And then time passed.

And freedom had changed. 

America did not want to admit it, but his ideologies had changed and so had his people. Freedom was a word that no longer held meaning. The will of the people was heavily censored and subject to the whims of a government that America wished that he could wash himself clean of. But this was 1984 and there was no way out.

So, it was with great surprise, fear, and rage when he found that his dear charge had written a diary detailing all of their thoughts and feelings, all crimes worthy of getting brutally punished and tortured. Like himself, his ward was immortal, but that didn’t mean much when they both still had thresholds almost similar to that of a human’s. Their thresholds were higher, somewhat, but America had gone through re-education too many times to count to know that pain, both physical and emotional, could be prolonged and made to hurt even worse when the people you held above the government could be used against you.

America didn’t want to lose you.

And yet—

He threw the diary at your face, narrowly missing your body by mere centimeters. Whether it was because of a last second attempt to save you from himself or because his anger was enough to throw off his aim, you didn’t quite know. All you could do at that moment was dodge while at the same, hold your ground when America would eventually question your loyalty. 

“You of all people should know the consequences!” America’s eyes, usually so bright and mischievous, were now dark and roiling—a telling sight that reminded you of a brewing hurrican. Centuries ago, America’s eyes would rarely, if ever, get this tempestuous, but nowadays, it was either an expression of exasperation and exhaustion. To know that you were the catalyst for his anger humbled you and almost had you reconsidering your course of action, but you could not step away and watch from the sidelines. 

You had to do the right thing.

“Yes, I know that, but—”

America stalked towards you, anger in his footsteps. With every step he took, it almost seemed as if he could grow taller and broader; it was the physique of a man shouldering the burdens of an empire just about to topple. Fear took hold of you and you stepped back. A flash of something—was it guilt?—disappeared quickly in the turbulent waters of his eyes. 

“But what?” He ran a hand through his golden locks, accidentally smudging the lenses in his glasses. A long time ago, you might have laughed. Now, you could only watch in growing apprehension as he roughly wiped dirt with the hem of his shirt.“What could you possibly say that would excuse this sorry excuse of a rebellion?”

At this point, you couldn’t take it any longer. As the national representative for one of the world’s three great superpowers, America had no say in what he could do, especially in a government that was so keen on censorship and control. Even using his original name that he had chosen for himself all those years ago was an act of rebellion that he had been punished many times before until his boss realized that it was better to let him have this one thing instead of wasting resources to punish America. However, you were human. Immortal, yes, but still very much human.

And humans were free to do whatever they wished. They were only held back by their imaginations and willingness to go as far as they needed. 

And after spending so much time with America, one of the world’s former bastions and advocates for freedom and independence, you were willing to go further than most. 

“Because you’ve changed and the world is changing for the worse.” You picked up your diary from the floor, but you kept your eyes trained on America. To your relief, the book hadn’t been too damaged by the assault, but the binding was noticeably looser than before. “Look at this, America! Once upon a time, you and a bunch of revolutionaries would write up pamphlets and dissertations on why you should be free of an oppressive regime! Look around you, does having the government watch your every movement remind you of freedom?”

You flipped through the pages of your diary in front of America, hoping for him to remember how the freedom of expression and the basic human right of privacy should be protected once more. 

“When was the last time you picked up a pen and wrote down what you truly felt?”

You flipped to the last page where you had written the last of your thoughts, all of which sowed the seeds of rebellion. 

Looking up, you saw that America looked pained. His head hung low while his fists hung in fists at his sides. Eventually, his knuckles unclenched.

“Go.”

You blinked, unsure of what he actually said. 

“Go now before they catch you.”

You didn’t need to be told who was trying to persecute you. 

You left the diary behind.

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[janaeekook]

Incapable ii. || {myg}

“You cant love Min Yoongi, he doesn’t know how to love. Or care for that matter. You’ll just end up getting hurt.”

pairing: assassin!yoongi x reader

word count: 2.4k

warnings: - mafia - depictions of death -

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ii.

"This morning I received this." Namjoon spoke handing his phone around the room.

Unknown- You spill our blood, we spill yours.

"That's for rat face?" You asked,

"Has to be." Jin spoke.

"Taehyung do you think you could pull information from it?" Namjoon asked the tired looking, fluffy haired boy.

"I can try." He took the phone starting to get to work on it.

"Alright, Y/n, Jimin, get A-team together, gather as much information as possible." You both nodded, heading to the east wing to retrieve the 4 members of the A-team, Jeonghan, Jen, Win, and Kai. The members of army bowed to us as we entered, heading to the common room were you found the 4 sitting on the couch.

"Y/n, Jimin." Jeonghan stood quickly bowing which the rest of them followed.

"There's no need for formalities with me." You chuckled hugging him and Kai, You turned to Jen trapping her in a hug, Win who stood next to her smiled at you before you also gave him a hug, "I hope you've all been well, Namjoon gave us a casual intelligence mission."

Jimin handed Jeonghan a manila folder, his eyes skimmed over the pages before his eyes flicked back up to Jimin, "Is this all we have?"

"Unfortunately, yes. Taehyung is working on gathering more remotely, but they're good, they know how to cover their tracks." Jeonghan nodded at Jimin’s words before handing the folder to the other three.

"The Russian mafia? Why would they be in Seoul?" Win asked.

"Wouldnt be much of a mission if we knew right?" You jokingly poked fun at Win, He punched your arm lightly.

"Lets get going as soon as possible, we dont want to waste anytime." Kai said handing the folder back to Jimin.

Jeonghan nodded, "10 minutes, we'll meet at the entrance."

•

You tied your hair back and away from your face before leaving your room and heading for the main staircase, but the second you stepped into the hallway you collided with someone's chest.

The hands gripping your hips lingering longer than they should, the tips of the fingers constricting ever so slightly into your hips. You looked up your breath catching in your throat Yoongi's cold eyes stared back into your own, cheeks ablaze. Your skin all too aware of how he was holding onto your sides before they fell away.

"Uh, sorry." You hurried quickly away from him and down the stairs, not wishing him to know how much power he had over you. Or better yet read you like a book and know you'd fantasized about his hands on you the night before.

Yoongi watched you scurry down the steps. He had felt you shrink beneath his solid gaze, He felt you melt in his grasp, He had felt the control he had over you the brief moment you were in his hands and deep down he wanted more though he'd never admit it.

Jeonghan handed you an earpiece, you put it in your ear before going over the plan, "We're starting downtown dont draw attention to yourselves, you can't forget we're still highly wanted suspects by the government, and keep your eyes open. Understand?"

"Loud and clear." Jen said.

Jimin spoke next, "Alright, Kai and myself will be together, then with Y/n and Jeonghan, Jen and Win do you think you can handle yourselves on your own?" The two only nodded, they were experienced and used to working alone anyway.

You looked to your side peering up at Win, he glanced down at you and smiled. You all did a special handshake you made up years ago in training before heading out the door.

"Hey," a voice stopped you in your tracks, you turned around to see Jungkook, he wore a low V-neck shirt which exposed his tattoos that designed his neck and chest; complimenting  the sleeve running down his right arm. You told the others you'd be right out and turned your attention to Jungkook. He was a very attractive young man, you had found yourself tangled up in sheets with him on more than one occasion but nothing had ever been made official, it was more of a stress reliever than anything.

"Hey." You said with a smile which he quickly returned.

"Be safe alright?" He told you.

"Always am." This caused him to smile wider, before pressing a soft kiss on your forehead, and without another word you made your way out the door to join the team.

"What's up with that?" Win looked to you with a raised eyebrow.

"What?"

"Jungkook?"

"Its nothing." You said with a smile, playfully punching his arm.

"Hey just looking out for you." He said flashing you another priceless smile before climbing into the vehicle. You sighed, following after him.

•

It had been 2 hours since you started to search, you walked around the streets with Jeonghan. He was quite a bit taller than you, he wore a baseball cap that shadowed his face, a man bun tied at the base of his neck due to his long hair.

"That man, all black straight a head." He suddenly stated, his eyes narrowing at the suspicious looking man.

"You got something?" Jen's voice came through the ear piece.

"We're on the main road, it's a bit crowded but I've got my eyes on him, we'll tail him." Jeonghan said, the man was thin, if his behavior weren't so odd you'd probably look right over him. "He just turned left at the bbq shop, he seems to be headed towards the docks."

"Headed that way." Win spoke.

You and Jeonghan reached the corner the man had turned down, Kai and Jimin were there as well. Jeonghan looked around the corner before waving us on.

"Keep your guards up." You spoke in a hushed tone. We all continued down the rather quiet road compared to the bustling road you'd just come from, the dock ahead was old and rundown unlike central ports. An abandoned factory you'd assumed, stood at the end of it, all the windows boarded, moss stretching up the old concrete and rusted metal.

"Well that's not sketchy." Jimin stated from behind you.

"Spread out, surround the perimeter see if there's anything of concern." You suggested and everyone nodded continuing forward before splitting to circle the aged building, Win stayed at the front watching over the building and studying the main entrance.

You walked around, Jeonghan still at your side, The sloshing of the ocean to your right and the monstrous building to your left.

"Anything?" Kai asked through the ear piece.

"Negative, Jen?" Jeonghan said.

"Nothing here."

"It doesn't make sense for there to be nothing, circle back around to Win. Win you have anything at the front?" Jeonghan asked, he was answered with silence, "Win, do you copy?" His question was met with another chilling silence. A blood curdling scream came from the direction we had come, you and Jeonghan looked at each other before taking off in a sprint.

You found Jen on her knees sobbing in front of Win, blood spilled from his throat staining his shirt before it seeped into the fine cracks of the concrete around him, forever stained a rusty red puddled that began to encircle his head. Your stomach lurched at the sight, the choked noises as he tried to find his breath but only finding his blood which was suffocating him slowly. An odd looking weapon still stuck in his chest, ungodly amounts of blood spilling from his fatal wounds, you felt frozen as he choked on his own blood. What could you do? Could you do anything? You felt utterly hopeless, fear clawing at the back of your mind, you didn't want to lose someone else, but what could you do?

You willed yourself to move but your feet didn't budge, Jens hands frantically trying to cover his wounds, to cease the blood from evading his body. Your eyes finally met his, softening upon seeing you, you'd bet you'd looked rather like a deer in headlights. His lips shook as he continually struggled for breath, but he managed to quirk them upwards the slightest bit, as if to tell you it was ok before you watched in horror and unexplainable helplessness as his eyes rolled back into his head, his chest no longer rising and falling, in an attempt to take in stuttered uneven breaths.

"No." You whispered, not wanting to believe the sight before you.

"No." It couldn't be Win.

"No." There was no way he could be dead.

Your mind couldn't process it; that he now laid there, no light, no life behind his eyes. Gone. Warmth fading from his skin.

Jen wrapped her arms around his body, You took stumbled steps towards her pulling her up into your chest, She continued to sob, gripping at the back of your shirt with her blood stained hands. Win had been with us for as long as you could remember, you stared at his pale face before allowing a single tear to fall. You looked around for any sign of the person who'd taken your friends life.

"I-Its my fault! I-I sh-should've stayed with him." Jen cried into your chest, you closed your eyes more tears slipping over your cheeks.

"No, Its not your fault. None of us could've known." You spoke softly into her ear, stroking her hair in an attempt to calm her down. When in reality your mind was just as frantic as hers, you mind begging for Wins eyes to open and tell you he was alright.

But he wasn't, the blood being evidence to that. It was real. Painfully, brutally real.

"We need to get him out of here." You told Jimin still holding onto Jen.

"I'll call Jungkook." Jimin said, his face seemed as shocked as the rest of us. No one had ever been able to sneak up on Win before or land an attack on their own, the person who did this had to have been very skilled.

•

You sat silently in the passenger seat, Jungkook driving. When Jimin had called him he thought it had been you that got hurt, although he was relieved, he had just lost another brilliant gunman. It was only the two of you in the car, the others had been taken in another one.

"You alright?" He finally broke the silence, his tone was soft.

"Ya, nothing I haven't seen before." You bit the inside of your cheek, trying desperately to bite back the tears that threatened to spill.

"It was Win, y/n." His tone dropped lower, you didn't want to respond for fear of your voice breaking. When you joined, you spent most of your time with Win, Jeonghan, Jen and Kai. They were your best friends and they got you through a lot.

It was quiet the rest of the way home, when Jungkook pulled up you jumped out walking up the steps and pushing the door open. You headed straight for the stairs not acknowledging the eyes of everyone on you as you came through the door.

"Y/n." You looked over your shoulder to see Jungkook and the others looking at you, "Where are you going?"

"Bed."

"It's 3 o'clock, Y/n." His tone remained soft.

"I'm tired." You stated, mentally cursing at yourself for allowing your voice to break. You hurried up the steps and to your room, shutting the door behind you and sliding down the dark wood as your body shook with each silent sob that racked your body.

•

"Y/n? Why didn't you save me?" The blood ran from his throat, soaking his all white clothing in dark crimson.

"I-I'm Sorry."

"Do you know what it feels like to have your throat slit?"

"N-no."

"Maybe I should show you then-"

You screamed yourself awake, it carried through the whole house. Hot tears spilled down your cheeks as you sobbed, the crown of your head littered with beads of sweat as anxiety ripped at you. The door to your bedroom swung open. Jungkook was the first one in followed by your brother and the others. Namjoon's eyes softened at the sight of you, he hurried over pulling you into a hug.

"Shhh, it's ok." He caressed you're hair in a soothing way.

"J-joonie, it was awful."

"It was just a dream, you're safe." He whispered, you looked over his shoulder, everyone's faces filled with worry, even Yoongi. You let your glistening eyes linger on his, "Get some rest ok?" Namjoon asked, pulling himself away from the embrace, you grabbed his wrist.

"Stay."

He sighed, "I've got work to do, y/n." You pouted.

"I can stay." Jungkook spoke from behind Namjoon, who now looked at Jungkook questioningly, "I'll watch over her."

"Is that alright?" Namjoon turned whispering to you, You nodded, he gave your hand a squeeze and smiled sadly at you. He remembered you getting nightmares when you were younger, and having to hold you until you fell back asleep, he wished he could be there for you like back then but his work called. He lead everyone out of the room to continue their prior activities. When the door had shut Jungkook immediately climbed into the bed next to you, propping his elbow on the pillow next to yours, resting his head in his hand.

"You alright?" He asked, you laid on your back staring at the ceiling.

"It was just a bad dream." You told him, not wanting to elaborate. He simply hummed in understanding, "did you get any information off the weapon?" You asked quietly fiddling with the sheets in your hand.

"We don't have to talk about that, y/n." He spoke soothingly.

"I want to know, Jungkook, please." You turned your head to look him in the eye, letting him know you were serious.

"Well, while you were asleep, I began to analyze it. It's an oddly shaped knife, the letters N-C-T were carved into the handle. They seemingly want us to know who they are, but the question we're trying to figure out now is, why?"

"N-C-T? Who are they?" You questioned but Jungkook shrugged.

"Beats me, they seem to be another group and we can't underestimate them anymore," He spoke as he played with the ends of your hair, "You should get some more sleep."

You nodded, though deep down you knew you'd wouldnt be able to fall back asleep; That your subconscious would only torment you. He put his arm around your body, your mind wandering, feeling miles away from your physical body. The thoughts left in your mind turned over again and again; Who was NCT? What are they looking for? What are they trying to prove?

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[tarantula-hawk-wasp]

Til Death Do Us Part ch 1

This will end up on Ao3 eventually  Based on the @maulusque post (Which You Should Read Before Reading This) where Fox and Palpatine end up in a fake relationship and sham marriage because both thinks the other is sincere and that they are manipulating the other but Fox had one hell of a prenup and ends up cleaning house when he divorces Sheev and saves the galaxy 

This is not that story.  This is a failed version of that story I thought up because my two braincells were like Rey Palpatine? That makes Fox her step-grandpa??? and i wanted them to meet. It also is turning into a Sequels Fix It (disclaimer- I kind of take sequels canon about the sheev clones and mash it with my fist until juice comes out and make lemonade and do whatever i want bc they dont explain enough)

Summary:  Fox wakes up from cryo-stasis to a galaxy recovering from the fall of the Empire as the universe’s Bitterest Ex-Husband because he didn’t get to kill Palpatine himself. He’s not going to let some discount clone of sheev ruin things again either, and ends up with a surprise step-granddaughter along the way.  3k words chapter 1/?

Fox should have known better than to attempt out-manipulating the puppetmaster of a galactic war.  What really rankled was how close he had come, his fingers had metaphorically brushed the salvation of the Republic before it had been snatched away. 

The divorce had been more than halfway processed, and Palpatine had grown more and more panicked.  Under the scrutiny of every lawyer on Coruscant, the prenuptial agreement had been airtight, the political powers Fox tried to give himself in it were unlikely to be enforced, but the monetary and titular aspects were to the letter of the law.  

Of course the law only applied to citizens and sentients.  Palpatine cracked down hard against Clone Rights in those last months.  He himself did not publicly utter a biased word in either direction, only ever praising the effectiveness of the troops, but many of Palpatine’s close associates presented strong cases.  People that had been at their engagement party, people who had been roped by tradition into dancing with Fox’s brothers at the wedding, people who had looked him in the eye over an oiled banquet table and praised his wit, became the ones proclaiming that Fox and his brothers had no more inborn rights or legal merit than a droid or womprat. 

Palpatine drew the court case out in circular debates, and last minute rescheduling.  Fox was kept exhausted and worn to the bone between the ramped up tempo of the war, the grueling hours in court, and the new loathing facing him every second he spent at his job in the Coruscant Guard.  Palpatine had dropped any acts around Fox, no longer the doting grandfather of the republic, or enthusiastic geriatric spouse, but bitter and jilted and cruel-tongued.  Some days Fox feared for his life. 

It was that resignation that he would die that saved Fox’s life.  He updated his will -clones were at least allowed those for any non-GAR-issue items they had - and made sure copies were held by numerous offices, and even on other planets.  He appointed Cody and the Coruscant Guard as the main benefactors, Cody had the authority to divy resources up among the rest of the vode, and the Coruscant Guard were both his closest brothers and deserving of any boon he could grant them.  He left a hefty endowment for the cadets and tubies, to find either adoptive families or to raise them without the military training in the event of the War ending.  He left his half of the cultural artifacts that Palpatine had collected to the Jedi for them to distribute as they saw fit. 

Even if Palpatine managed to pierce holes through every line of the divorce documents, he could not deny Fox’s last will and testament.  Palpatine had to keep Fox alive, or else he would lose many of the assets he was trying to keep in his grasp. 

Fox had counted on more time to slip information to the GAR and the Jedi, he had counted on less supervision, and he had counted on Dooku and Grievous lasting for a few more months than they did.  

He failed to prevent Order 66, and as his brothers lost their free-will, he was abducted from 500 Republica.  A drugged dart jabbing through his blacks and unfamiliar hands hauling him onto a ship.  He was put into cryo-cycle stasis. That counted enough as keeping him alive that his will could not be enacted, but kept him and his insider knowledge from challenging Palpatine. 

Forty years later, a decade after the fledgling New Republic finally closed the buried account that dripped credits into the facility Fox’s stasis pod was in, the power couplings shorted out - whatever droid or employee was in charge of maintenance long departed for salaried work.  The pod had emergency protocols to thaw him out with the last of its energy reserves if the power was cut out. 

And so out he had staggered, head aching and bile rising.  His genetically wired resilience and discipline had carried him through the worst of the stasis sickness. 

The computer terminals were easy enough to slice.  Palpatine did not change his cybersecurity strategy over the decades, and Fox knew more than he wanted to of that man’s mind.  What he found was disturbing, but not surprising.  Weapons capable of destroying entire planets, the genocide of the Jedi, the suicidal brothers made into cyborg Dark Troopers, a Galactic Empire.  And cloning, an overwhelming amount of information on cloning. Not just familiar Kaminoan files, but resources from other cloning facilities, Strand-Casts, Splices, Stem-cells- every method explored and combined.  Palpatine had been seeking immortality.

Fox did not let himself think about what year it was, he did not think about the decades Palpatine had marred for the Galaxy, the vode all marching far away without him, the history ripped apart by waves of propaganda.  What he thought instead about was his own failure to sacrifice himself and put a blaster bolt through Palpatine’s wrinkled forehead so many years ago. It rankled quite a bit that Palpatine died while he was in stasis - the bitterness of unfulfilled hatred. But he could find new purpose. He would not let a false Palpatine return and inflict himself upon the healing Galaxy.  

After he left the lunar facility orbiting its dead planet in a nearly-corroded relic of an emergency escape ship, the first goal he achieved was programming a medical droid to excise the control chip from his brain.  Then he started slicing again.  There were still some accounts he had set up during his sham marriage with credits that had decades of interest.  His backup plan to that was selling the material assets he knew either he or Palpatine had stored away in scattered locations.  

Fox bought a ship, blasters, and assembled piecemeal a set of armor.  He bought bounty hunter credentials, keeping his helmet on always to hide any recognition his face might bring.  He stacked crates of rations in the empty bunks in his ship - a Skipray Blastboat - a vessel meant for four was a roomy choice to travel alone in, but still nearly invisible in its ubiquity.  And he went hunting. 

Palpatine’s clones were hard to find, a challenge Fox embraced for its distraction.  He found out some of the pseudonyms running the older facilities, the constructed identities for whatever apprentices, droids, or imperial loyalists were actually doing the work.  That was a mystery Fox was still investigating.  

Sometimes, to find a clone of Palpatine, Fox anonymously set the bounty himself, and then claimed it as well - getting the resources of the minor guild he worked with, as well as a tracking fob. 

Sometimes he killed them. Sometimes it was easy, the compulsions and the personality of Palpatine showing through, and that hated face looking back.  Sometimes they were worming their way into government positions to undermine the New Republic.  Sometimes it was harder, botched strand-casts that held only a passing resemblance to the man, and were without the force or any malignance.  Those, Fox judged on a case-by-case basis.  Were they in politics? How connected were they to any neo-imperialists? He judged each of them by their own actions, he knew the way a clone could be blamed for the actions of another.

He was not the only one after these clones, someone else was also hunting them - off of any official Bounty Hunting channels. And with the karked up Sith tradition of usurpers, Fox could not assume it was an ally. 

Fox’s unknown rival gradually became more than just a nuisance to compete against.  There had been a strand-cast clone of Palpatine’s that bore only a partial resemblance and had been actively undermining some of the networks Fox thought might be connected to the cloning facilities. Fox had been trying to track him down, to talk to someone who might be able to link him to the roots of this operation - he was even ready to offer personal protection - but his opponent had reached him first. 

The man was dead now. As was the woman he had been traveling with.  It was frustratingly suspicious, and Fox was out of other leads to investigate.  He spent a few months slicing and scouring for information about the strand-cast.  The man had boarded a ship from a large spaceport with a woman and a child, had transferred numerous times, and then, at the last port before his death, had only embarked with the woman.  The child had either died prior the the adults’ deaths, or was still alive.  And if the child was alive, they might know where their father had come from.

Shipyard security cameras and life/heat sensors could only tell him so much.  He looked into crew manifests, ration orders, and fuel receipts.  Between fuel logs and hyperspace maps, he created a list of planets between each refueling stop with more fuel purchased and time between than a direct route would necessitate and worked down that, checking for ships matching their vessel’s description docking with false credentials.  Planets with smaller populations were quicker to investigate so he looked there first.  It was a slow process over weeks. 

 Jakku had only a few scattered settlements, and while their ship monitoring was lacking, the local population was likely to have seen anyone who arrived or left. He landed outside of one of the larger trade centers. 

He disembarked his ship and walked towards the mass of tents and shabby buildings. He was wearing only a minimum of armor, and had left his helmet on the ship. His blaster was still displayed in its holster, a weight he felt pressed against his thigh with every step. He wasn’t here as a bounty hunter, but something closer to undercover instead, and if the kid was here he didn’t want to scare or threaten the child prematurely.  He would blend in more as just another spacer. 

He was met by a varied group of sun-beaten and skeptical beings. The welcoming committee seemed torn between distrust and hope for trade. 

“I’m here for information.” He began, showing a flash of credit chips when he pulled out his holoprojector. “About a year ago a ship of this type would have arrived and left a passenger behind.” 

“Lotta ships come in and out…” A thin Caskadag said unhelpfully.  But Fox could see poorly concealed recognition among some of the faces. He mentally debated who to bribe or how else to persuade the crowd. 

Out of sight, there was a shriek of conversation and then the frantic scuffle of running feet over sand.  A girl emerged from a clump of tents and stopped, almost breathless, staring at him. She was young, between six or eight, Fox struggled like most clones with approximating odd numbered years of natural borns, but she was small. 

“Did my parents send you!? Are they gonna come get me?” She asked with bright desperation. She was staring at the holoprojected ship in his hands.  Fox knew this was the strand-cast’s child. 

“I’m here because of your parents.” He said evenly.  He looked at the group of now unhappy onlookers, denied their chance to weasel credits out of him. “Is there somewhere less busy we can talk?” 

“Mmhmm.” She walked him between tents to a clearing edged with waste heaps. Fox opened his mouth and then stopped again, hesitant. 

“Why did my parents send you?” There was sensible caginess warring with hope in her voice.  She kept glancing back to the crowd they had just left. 

“I’m sorry, Rey,” He hoped that what the other workers had muttered at her had been her name, and dropped down to one knee to be on a level with her. “But your parents are dead.  I’m sorry, but they can’t come get you.” 

There was a watery vulnerability to her eyes.  Fox expected a denial, he hated being the one to deliver this news. It was partially his own failure.  

“So… So I’m just… I’m just going to stay here? And - and work for Mister Plutt forever?” She looked wetly at the pitiful tents around them, the sand, the beating sun, the scrap-sorting piles.  Fox looked at her, at the scabs and callouses on her tiny hands, at the stained clothing, at the bones of her arms, at the ring of faint green skin around her wrist.  Force, he had always been weak for the cadets. 

“No, if you want… If you want I can take you with me.”  It was an impulsive offer, but it felt right. 

“You’re not my dad.” She said sulkily. “I’m only supposed to leave if him or mum comes.” 

“No, I’m not.” Fox did some quick thinking about his relationship to Palpatine, his own apparent age, and the fact her father was a clone of Sheev. “But I am your father’s ex-husband.” 

He knew that she had no reason to trust him, and frankly if she had any sense to not get abducted, she wouldn’t.  Fox was ready to pull up a datapad with the copy of his marriage certificate, proof her father was a clone, and a discussion of family trees.  Instead of an argument, she looked intensely at him and he felt a warmth swell around him, like a summer breeze.  Of course the kriffing kid was force sensitive. 

It was pleasant, as far as being probed by the force ever was.  She was bright and gentle and washed over him, so unlike the cloying oil-slick that he had not realized choked his mind for years until he was finally free of Palpatine. He waited, keeping his thoughts on what he had just said, but not so intently as to raise her suspicion that he was hiding something. 

Eventually she nodded. “Okay.” 

“Okay?” 

“I know when people are lying.  And-” She hesitated, squirming a little. “And you feel nice.” 

Fox smiled. Nice was not the word that Fox would have picked to describe himself currently, considering he had spent a better part of the past year hunting down clones of his ex-husband and killing many of them with extreme prejudice. He wondered unhappily at what relative caliber for niceness she was comparing him to. He stood up and paused. 

“So you’ll come with me?” He asked again for clarity’s sake. 

“Mmhmm.” She confirmed, and stepped to his side, reaching up to worm her little hand into his. 

“Do you have stuff to get? People to say bye to?” He asked uncertainly.  He wasn’t sure how this was supposed to go, and right now it felt too easy.  She started tugging him towards the array of scrap-sorters.  

She went to a spot she had clearly hastily abandoned when he had arrived, and picked up a dingy canvas bag and slung it over her shoulder.  She walked back to him and put her hand back in his again.  

“Okay. Now we need to tell Mister Plutt.” She nodded towards a permanent structure at the edge of the scrapyard. 

“Rey, Rey, Who’s that man?” One of the women who had not been in the group that greeted him, skin toughened by sand and sun, rose up from the heaps of metal and brandished a staff at him.  Part of Fox was relieved that at least someone was stopping little girls from getting kidnapped.  The other part of him put on his most charming, non-threatening smile. 

“I’m her father’s ex-husband.  Her parents are dead and I only just found out…” 

The woman glared at him but shifted to look at Rey, softening her gaze. 

“He tellin’ the truth? Do you know this man?” 

“He’s not lying.” Rey said. “And Dad mentioned he had a complix-complexcated past.” 

“Her father and I may have split over our differences, but I’m not leaving his kid to grow up a scrapper beholden to quotas when I have the resources to raise her instead.”  Fox’s honest determination had the desired effect, the woman lowered her staff and nodded, still suspicious but relenting.  

“You’re going to have to pay Unkar for her.” 

Fox frowned and gestured towards his blaster on his hip. “Sure, I’ll pay.” 

“No. I mean it. You try any funny business and he’ll set the guild on you or worse.” The woman was very serious.  “You got enough to pay?” 

“If I have to, I will.” Fox said with finality.  He did not want to buy another being, but he also wanted Rey off of this planet as smoothly as possible. 

The questioning was repeated with Unkar Plutt, who glared with equal distrust to the people outside.  He took Rey aside into his office room, and Fox hoped it was to question her about his claims and if she actually wanted to leave with him.  Fox was concerned by how easy it was for someone to take a child off of Jakku like this, but also acknowledged that this was incredibly convenient for him. 

Plutt and Rey reemerged and Rey walked over and clung to his pant leg.  Fox brushed a hand over her hair. 

“I’m losing years of good labor.” Unkar said callously. “I expect to be compensated.” 

Fox told himself that the credits he handed over were a bribe. Fox swung Rey’s little bag over his shoulder and after a moment of consideration, hoisted Rey up to rest on his hip as well.  She was light and clung round his neck, giggling with surprise in his ear.  

Fox didn’t need to be force sensitive to know that this decision felt right. 

[wincore]

wayv + sci-fi!au

a/n: i dont have a lot of time but i do have a lot of ideas so here’s my attempt at a bullet scenario!! i also wanted to write sci-fi aus which are not post apocalyptic so here’s my best and i know these are all like really far fetched and maybe a little cliched but it was fun writing them!!

doctor!kun

a doctor for mutants!!

so kind and steady, he pretty much won you over the first time you met

when you find yourself crying by the side of the street after being kicked out of your apartment

you did not expect a man with kind eyes and sweet smile to show up and offer you water and some tissues

especially an attractive man with an angelic voice 

even the unblemished white of his jacket adds to the whole angelic look

you’re so out of it after the whirlwind of events that the slightest of kindness makes you even more emotional

you start bawling your eyes out when he offers to listen

and you actually want to tell him everything

how you just naturally attract trouble, especially with your strange powers

how you’re not trained enough to control them and you’re just sort of clumsy 

how you really hate yourself for being born this way

but you can’t - you know he’d freak out, and you’d lose the last shred of kindness left for you

the serious look in the man’s face takes you by surprise

‘you’re...you’re a mutant, are you not?’

your eyes widen as you feel alert

he’s not part of the government, is he? he’s not trying to take you those horrible labs, is he? - oh god

you sit frozen in shock and no idea what to do

‘don’t worry!!’ he reassures you when he notices your obvious discomfort

‘i won’t harm you! here, i’ll stay five feet away if that makes you feel better’

he gets up and moves away, putting his arms up to emphasize he means no harm

you shy away from him but he stands still in his place

‘please don’t be afraid. i’m just like you.’

you raise an eyebrow at that and when he signals you to come forward, you do, albeit reluctantly and cautious

he takes your arm, careful enough to be gentle and presses his palm against the burn mark you got last week

you hiss at the contact and he mumbles a sorry before letting his palm rest for a few moments

when he removes it, your burn marks are completely erased like they were never there

you stare at him agape and he breaks into a wide smile

‘i’m kun. and i was wondering if you’d join our school for mutants.’

‘i’m sorry, what?’

‘it’s to train people like us for the world. how to survive and pass off as a normal human being’

kun seems serious about this, and you can’t help but feel a certain feeling of trust towards him - he’s like you, after all

well, not as messy as you are, though

which is why you agree, and find yourself in front of a large yet old brick building - it’s so large, you’re sure it could house over hundreds of people!

there’s a giant courtyard behind the first entrance, and the housing lies on the other side

the top floors of the housing building, lined with bay windows, catches your attention with how comfortable they look, how inviting

and the numerous people of all ages - children, teenagers, adults - present in the courtyard doing their own thing livens up the atmosphere of the entire place

you feel yourself smiling as kun gives you a tour around the place

unfortunately, you don’t listen to any instruction he tells you

when you look at kun, the stern expression he gives you makes you freeze

‘you didn’t listen, did you?’ he frowns

‘i...uh...ho-how would you know?’

‘i’ve seen enough kids on their first day’ he loosens up and gives you a smile

‘wait how old are you?’ you ask, puzzled ’don’t tell me you’re like 50′

‘do i look 50 to you?’ 

you laugh at his expression, all sour, and despite you barely learning anything about the place, you’re hopeful again

the next few weeks are the difficult part

you have different trainers for controlling each aspect of your abilities - defense, cover-up, intensity control

very occasionally, kun takes your defense classes and boy is he good at martial arts

the entire point of the defense classes is to defend yourself without getting your opponent hurt

you kinda suck at it but you have never seen anyone move so easy to find but so difficult to get a hold of, almost as if he’s untouchable

you wonder if you’ll ever be able to do that

there’s lessons on how to behave too - the ones you hate most

but those are probably the ones you need the most, you think disdainfully

the worst part, however, is that you don’t get to see kun very often

he’s always busy tending to the kids and other patients (particularly, these two kids called yangyang and chenle) or taking classes for other students in his free time

and while you have your own schedule, you really wanted to spend more time with kun

shhhhh no you totally don’t have a crush what

surprisingly, kun barely ever uses his abilities - just for really young kids to amaze them or if it’s a serious injury

he’s gone through med school, and you’re sure he possesses superhuman memory too with the way he has every part of the human body memorized

he’s really kinda cool to you - the way he works systematically and thoughtfully 

the night your sleeplessness is at its worst, you walk hesitantly towards kun’s office, hoping he could give you some mild sleeping pills

and maybe get to talk with him with that excuse

but instead, you eavesdrop on something you’re not supposed to

‘the government?’ kun asks the figure in black, sitting opposite him in his room

‘yes. they’re saying they know our location. but they want us to peacefully surrender ourselves.’

‘they’ll never find this place. sicheng’s invisibility barriers are the strongest ever known. plus, you’re good at masking. you know that.’

‘yes, but aren’t you worried? they’re not usually this bold.’

‘taeyong. you know this is the safest place we have. if we were to have been breached, we already would have.’

the figure called taeyong relaxes into the chair and there’s a quiet pause

‘yeah, you’re right. there’ll always be threats. i just got worked up.’

there’s silence for a while and you hold your breath for fear of being caught

kun has his eyes focused on taeyong

and you think he’s about to say something when his eyes suddenly move to your form behind the door

you freeze, a shiver running down your spine at the strong gaze you’re met with before scrambling away

you sneak into a narrow space between two walls, suddenly afraid that you’ve done something you shouldn’t have

you try keeping a watch on the corridor, looking out for any shadow or figure

you don’t wanna be caught eavesdropping by kun - he’s pretty strict about keeping meetings confidential 

and when you’re sure enough time has passed, you peek your head out to find an empty corridor

you sigh in relief and push yourself out of the narrow cramped space to take a deep breath

‘you know, you should really focus on the sounds you make if you’re going to sneak around.’

you jump at kun’s voice and take a step back on reflex only for your back to hit the wall

‘i’m- i’m really sorry i- i didn’t mean to- i’m sorry’

kun doesn’t say anything, only draws closer till you wish you could fall through the wall for some space between the two of you

judging from the deep frown, you’d say you’re in for quite some scolding

but all you get is a long silence

instead, he presses his hand gently against your cheek

‘how’d you get that cut?’ he asks, looking concerned

you never noticed but now that he mentioned it, you feel a low burning on your cheek

you rack your brain to find an answer to when you could possibly get a gash like that 

but instead of waiting, kun just draws his thumb along it

and the burning falls numb

you look at him, confused

you thought he disliked using his powers

‘why did you- why did you do that? you could have just sent me to the infirmary. a band-aid would have been fine.’

‘that’s okay. it’s fixed either way.’

‘i thought you didn’t like using your gifts.’

‘it does take up the better part of my energy, yes, but i’m off to bed now anyway.’

kun takes a step back and you finally detach yourself from the wall

‘kun?’ 

you call when he’s about to turn away

‘hm?’

kun looks at you with the same warmth he had when he brought you here

‘thanks. i’ll never forget what you’ve done for me.’

he laughs, his brow up in a confused twist

‘i just want to keep you safe.’

kun presses a light kiss to your forehead, so soft you almost don’t feel it

‘good night’ he says and walks away

leaving you blushing deep red in a lonely corridor

gamer!ten

when you find your ex-boyfriend at the city aquarium, you feel the urge to crawl into some hole and wither away

you just wanted a day to relax and have fun, but it looks like fate doesn’t want you to

your ex hasn’t noticed you and you quickly hide behind one of the corners to avoid confrontation

you sigh when he leaves in another direction, and turn around to get back on your little tour

your heart almost leaps out of your chest when you find a puffer fish staring right back at you

you’re so sure there wasn’t any exhibit behind you - it was just a wall, wasn’t it?

when you look around and back at the glass enclosure, there’s suddenly a tiger shark there instead of a round little pufferfish

you’re honestly starting to freak out

you slowly back away from the shark staring at you, but when you bump into someone, you let out a scream

‘JEEZ you’re so loud!’

your eyes meet another’s and they stare at you with a calculating sort of expression

‘i uh hi...uh...sorry......about that’ you stutter

he stares at you blankly

‘oh,,,uh, it’s okay’

there’s an awkward silence before he opens his mouth again

‘wait a minute you’re real aren’t you?’

you knit your brows together

‘i’m sorry?”

he cocks his head to the side and the expression on his face changes into a mortified one before he looks back to you

‘okay don’t freak out’

and of course you turn around to see what he saw

and it’s a fucking blue whale in a tank that’s probably not meant to hold a blue whale

your eyes follow the slow cracking on the glass, every new vein kicking a bout of fear in you

but the guy beside you wastes no time in grabbing your hand and bolting before it all comes crashing down

at least one of you knows what’s going on

you’ve barely reached the exit, when water rushes in from behind and the grip on your wrist tightens 

‘this is gonna be messy’ he warns with a grimace

and you’re hit with a giant wave of water

great you’re gonna drown in an aquarium full of weird sea creatures who may or may not try to eat you

and the blue turns to black but you don’t feel the grip on your arm loosen, safely anchoring you

you wake up in an empty convenience store when bright daylight streams in through the windows

‘where the hell and fuck am i’

‘oh my god you’re awake i didn’t know if you could respawn i thought you died FOR REAL-’

‘what’

you see the guy from the aquarium, dark hair all mussed and wet, sitting with a towel around his neck and he passes one to you, which you take reluctantly

‘you really don’t know?’ he asks

you glare at him as you stand up and walk closer to him

do you look like you’re joking?

‘okay okay. you’re in a video game. i have no idea how you got in though. last time i checked glitches aren’t sentient.’

huh okay

at least it explains the shape-shifting fish and why an entire aquarium came crashing down on its own

you try to not think about the obvious madness of everything so far

‘i’m ten, by the way. and you’re welcome.’

‘for what?’

‘for saving your life?’ he answers with an incredulous face

you’re both quiet for a while before he sits down in front of you, still drying his hair

‘did you really not suspect a thing till now?’ he asks

‘i mean,,,,uh,,,,,when i saw my ex something had to be wrong’

he snickers as he adjusts something on his watch

you look at him expectantly

‘so are you going to explain why i’m here or why my ex is here or why everything feels so real’

‘oh right. have you ever seen those drones around your neighborhood?’

‘the round black ones?’

‘yeah! those are our scanning drones. we wanted the game to be as realistic as possible!’

‘so you spy on people?’

‘no’ 

it takes ten a full fifteen minutes to explain that this is just one of the new releases from his company and he’s a beta tester (or avid gamer, if you may) looking around for glitches in the background to report them before missions and enemies and other details can be added

you might live in one of the most technologically advanced cities in the world 

and you know times are changing from phone screens and ar/vr headsets but

never in your life would you have thought virtual reality could get so real that you confuse it with actual reality

‘what are you doing?’ you ask as you eye ten tap away on his watch

‘reporting that glitchy fish’

‘glitchy fish’ you repeat

that’s one way to put it

when he’s done he looks up and stares at you for a while till it gets on your nerves

‘what?’

‘i still don’t know if you’re a glitch or a player, darling’ he says with a hard stare

you gulp

he’s not going to leave you behind, is he?

‘you have any idea where your real body could be right now? maybe we could disconnect you from the server’

you shrug. you don’t remember starting or even purchasing this game

‘the game’s not even released to the public though, i have no idea how you’d get the game.’

you sigh. this isn’t getting anywhere

suddenly ten seems to realize something as he stands up straight

‘maybe your save files got deleted! that’s why you have no memory.’

you nod along without fully understanding

an explanation’s better than none

‘and? what do i have to do to get out of this game?’

ten scratches the back of his head sheepishly

‘haven’t figured that part out yet’

you sigh into your hands

‘we’re not giving up yet don’t be so sad’

you look back up to be greeted with a thousand watt smile

‘i, personally, think that sentient glitches are kinda cool’

‘i’m not a glitch!’ you protest

you can’t be. you just don’t know how you got into the game that’s all

‘well then let’s get going!’ he says as he pulls you up

you stumble behind him trying to steady yourself with his walking pace as you both exit the store

‘where are we going?’ you ask

‘you have a place to live, don’t you?’

‘but it’s,,,,,a simulation’

‘so are we now let’s get going, glitch’

‘i’m not a glitch, dickwad’

ten hesitates for a moment before nudging you to lead the way

‘we can try jogging your memory tomorrow’ he shrugs

‘if it doesn’t work, i’ll go back and try searching for your save files’

and you trust him on that 

virtual sunsets can’t be so pretty, you think as you walk towards your apartment, your only hope lying with a stranger

maybe this video game isn’t so bad

secret agent!winwin

uhh more like intergalactic secret agent

as someone from earth, you’re not happy with how things are going

illegal activities have grown in numbers, with crime rate off the charts

and the worst yet, the government is desperately trying to hide that everything is going wrong

so of course they want to send agents on covert operations to solve some of the problems

and man, being one of earth’s best secret agents is a pain in the ass

because you get sent to bring down an illegal kaiju fighting ring all on your own

if those monsters are let loose, you can’t even begin to comprehend the damage

you have no idea how they even made those - and they even established a command link with them!

it’s like mankind is itching to drive themselves extinct

as for your plan

getting in is easy for you with your disguise as a spectator 

you’re gonna thank the face sculptors you borrowed from the labs, but the rest was all you

in all honesty, the plan you made is easy

sneak into the team chambers, make sure the kaiju are put to sleep, and destroy the command links

and then of course, you make sure the ring is irreparably destroyed

should be easy enough - you have all your limbs and vital organs, what else can you need?

turns out having a few more eyes or blades on your spine or being as big as a skyscraper would also be cool

the near death experience you have in the spectator area makes you wonder why people come here at all

the creatures aren’t fully limited to the ring - sometimes their deadly sharp tails shoot into the watching bay

perhaps someone forgot to give you the memo

but you regain your composure as you sneak out while the crowd goes wild with their eyes glued to the monsters

seriously, how could anyone enjoy monsters tearing each other apart?

when you’re in a team personal room, you take down the players easy enough

but you hesitate when you look at the giant creature in the glass container

it sleeps so peacefully, even if its programmed to be controlled, to kill

just plug the poison in and they’ll die just as peacefully, you remind yourself

you get a horrible feeling in your gut though 

all these years you’ve managed to keep your missions almost casualty proof

and the first murder you’ll be doing is of innocent creatures tainted by mankind to kill

but of course, you think again, they’re a threat to other life if freed

you’re about to plug the driver in, when an arm snakes around your waist and twists you to the ground

you groan in pain but retaliate with a kick nonetheless

the figure dodges it by a hair’s width and tries wrapping a hand around your neck

the fight continues and you’ve never felt so drained in your life - this guy really knows hand to hand combat huh,,

you’ve never sparred with someone who moves so fluid, almost feline in how his footsteps never make a sound

you can never predict his next move

it’s difficult to fight him so you settle for restricting his movement as much as possible

you have him pinned for a while, as you demand an answer of him

while most of his face is covered, his eyes are not and you’d find them pretty if they weren’t from a person so dangerous

in all your years of training, you’ve never encountered an enemy this skilled

‘who sent you?’

he doesn’t answer, and an almost satisfied look passes across his features

in a flash, your positions are reversed and he cuffs your wrists with magnetic locks

you groan

this is not how you’re going out

you watch him as he sticks three patches on the container and it makes you wonder

they can’t be,,,,teleportation patches,,,can they

you thought they were just rumors

‘what are you doing?’ you ask, desperate to enough to distract him in any way

he raises an eyebrow and walks slowly towards you with a hard glare

‘putting things back in their place’

‘okay,,, and how’d you sneak in?’

you admit you’re a little curious - he doesn’t look like he’s been using face sculptors or presence erasers

he looks like he got in way easier than you did

‘you’re only the best on earth’ he says with a scoff

‘you know me?’

‘i know everyone who works for earth’s government. your firewalls are primitive’

you crinkle your nose at how casual he looks saying something so condescending

‘do you mind explaining what you’re gonna do with them?’

‘i told you. i’m putting things back in their place.’

‘what you’re gonna put them back in a test tube?’

he stops to look at you for a moment

‘you really don’t know?‘

you shake your head

why does he look at you with so much disdain?

‘a race of thieves pretending they’re pioneers,,,huh‘

‘now you’re just being mean :(’

you’re starting to form an idea of who he is, and it isn’t any less interesting than who he might be

‘how do you think you humans started breeding them?’

‘so you’re telling me,,,they were stolen?’

‘yes, and now they’ve been genetically modified to only fight. it’s sad’

‘sorry to break it to you buddy but human beings kinda suck’

he tilts his head

perhaps that was not the response he expected from your arrogant little race

he continues walking around the glass, analyzing the creature

‘they’re from a less developed planet under our protection. they’re going to die out if we don’t restore the natural order‘

you sit still, curious about the whole situation unfurling

he looks at you one last time, eyes unreadable again

‘i hope you stay out of my way. i’ll take care of the creatures‘

‘let me help you‘

‘i’m sorry?‘

he has an eyebrow raised in disbelief

‘i’ll help you. you wanna get them home, right? i want to help‘

it is a better way to get rid of them - that way you won’t be committing mindless murder

‘well, i need to get them to the labs first to rewire their bio codes, and then get them home‘

‘so you’ll let me help‘

‘i’m not used to,,,a partner‘

‘you wouldn’t tell me all of that unless you wanted me to help‘

you see a ghost of a smile across his features even if his lower face is masked

‘you’re going to wear a freezer bracelet in case you try something funny‘

you groan

‘we literally want the same thing - a little trust would be nice‘

‘you talk like a rookie too much to be a good agent‘

he walks up to you and removes the magnetic cuffs only to put the freezer bracelet on you

you massage your wrists and shoot him a glare

if you’re offering to help him, he could at least be a little nicer

in the next second, he pulls down his mask and extends a hand towards you

you’re almost a little starstruck by his face, honestly

his expression is strictly business when he speaks, a little uncaring even

but there’s a hint of a smile in his voice

‘i think it’d be a win-win situation for us to work together and get all these kaiju home’

time traveller!lucas

you go to the old park early in the morning not because you’re fond of waking up at ungodly hours

but there’s something about the silence of dawn that really helps you focus on your work

of course you do skip some days, it’s normal

but you like to be at the top, ahead of your own anxieties

on the fated day you don’t skip

you certainly weren’t expecting to find a boy hanging upside from a tree branch right in front of your face 

a lot of people don’t know about this place - only old couples and little children and dogs owners come visit

definitely not college kids

and it’s even emptier at this hour

the boy is startled by your presence, which isn’t good for him

because he ends up on the ground in a crumpled mess clutching his arm

the weirdest part is you recognize him from your classes, nanoscience maybe?

you’re sure he’s one of the more popular kids,,,,wong yukhei, is it?

you’ve seen him laugh with a giant group of friends in the hallway before

‘oww,,,,’

that snaps you out of your thoughts and you quickly kneel down beside him

‘are you okay?? did you hurt your arm?? do you need help??’

‘i’ll be fine!!!’ he squeaks when he sees you so close to him and shoots up

but something else catches his attention as he mutters an ‘oh boy’

and takes off in another direction

you look behind you but find nothing and scratch your head trying to figure out what’s up

what a weird boy

and you’re about to take your regular spot on the bench with your laptop

when the boy sudden materializes beside you again nearly giving you a heart attack

‘you’ve gotta come with me’

and suddenly you’re pulled by the arm into a strange darkness

like you’ve fallen into a lake of the murkiest waters, everything there and not there at the same time

but it lasts only a few seconds 

and when you’re able to see again, you’re not in a park

in fact you’re not in any place familiar

and there’s a horse cart coming right at you

you’re about to scream when you’re pulled to the side into an alley, almost tripping over the cobblestones

and you fall back into that murky water

light shines back again when you’re suddenly in a sort of desert

‘is that a fucking dinosaur?’

instead of an answer, you get arms wrapping around you and you’re back into murky waters

you take a breath of life in a dimly lit place

but it’s a different sort of darkness - more like someone turned the lights off instead of something that pulls you in

‘what the fuc-’

‘i’m sorry! i really am! but the situation is,,,,,,really bad’

you glare at him and a sliver of satisfaction crosses you when you see him stumble back at your gaze

‘i’m yukhei hi,,,,,,,and i’m also in your nanoscience class’

‘you know me?’ 

you don’t see his ears turn red in the dim light as he nudges you forward into a more lit area

‘we’re in 3145’

‘what? where’s that?’

‘no- that’s the year’

‘WHAT?!’

yukhei winces at the rise in your voice as you look at him for answers

in all honesty, he looks like a guilty puppy trying to avoid its owner

‘i’m so sorry i had to pull you into this!! but i didn’t have a choice, okay? the agents were after me, and they saw you too! and there was no way letting you be was okay-’

‘yukhei’

‘yes?’

‘tell me about the agents part’

‘oh right i’m supposed to deliver some information to the president of earth in 3145 but the old earth colonies sent them to get it from me’

‘.....okay’

he grins sheepishly 

‘don’t worry, okay?’ he says, eyes round and words firm

‘i just have to get this to the president and report the agents - and it’s finished!’

yukhei walks off in another direction and you follow nimbly behind him

the first sight that comes into view is the giant glass window on your left

there’s no wall - only a view of the city

and you swear you’ve never seen anything grander

it’s night but the lights are so bright it might as well be day at certain parts

there’s no being afraid of the dark here - humanity seems to have built empires to keep out their fears

drawn to the view, you walk closer to the glass and peer down

‘i can’t see the ground!’ you exclaim

yukhei turns around to look at you for a few seconds confused before coming to stand by your side

‘yeah! we’re like on of the tallest buildings ever built in human history! and this isn’t even the top floor’

your jaw drops as you look around at the rings you assume are roads with the vehicles moving on them

they have a sort of grace as they glide by at an incredible speed

there are rings after every few storeys and the bright lights nearly blind you when you try to look directly at them

the buildings themselves are of varying shapes, but they’re mostly black with lined windows emitting differently colored lights

you can see a tower in the distance, stretching out into skies you’ve never seen before, lights sorting out the texture of the clouds

you never thought nighttime could be so wonderfully lit

you turn your head to find yukhei grinning at you

‘i was totally dazed too the first time’

you find yourself smiling as yukhei points out certain things in the distance he finds cool

he’s so enthusiastic about all the places you feel yourself drawing closer, curious with certain questions

‘yukhei’ you ask suddenly ‘where are you from?’

‘the same as you! i was born in 1999, and i’m a university student- i mean, you know that,,,,,,,because we share a class together,,,’

he looks outside the glass

‘i don’t know why i took up this,,,,,,,,,,time traveling messenger job,,,,,honestly,,,,,,but it’s more fun when i’m not alone’

his shoulders sag but he straightens in a moment, like he refuses to be discouraged

‘anyway i gotta do this quick i’ll be back’

and you watch him run towards the end of the long corridor after shooting you a grin 

the hallway is tremendously large and he disappears into the dark soon despite the bright lights from the windows 

now that you think about it, it’s quite difficult to make out the ceiling - the corridors seem to be made for giants

you look back out the glass, wonder filling your senses again

you hope yukhei succeeds in his task quickly

would he ever mind giving you a tour of this place?

or just walk around with you here

it’s like every video game illustrator’s dream come true, this place

but yukhei comes back distressed after only a few minutes

‘i need a plan b’

turns out he forgot about the dinner party tonight - and there’s hundreds of thousands of guests beyond that door at the end of the corridor

there is no way to meet the president without greeting a horde of people

‘yukhei no’

‘i promise i’ll pay you back! anything you want!’

‘i am not sneaking into the president’s chamber while you distract the guests’

but you sigh and give in when you’re met with puppy eyes and pouty lips

where the hell did he learn that?

‘okay my face should be enough to distract people but just in case’

you roll your eyes as yukhei procures a black coat with gold embroidery and changes into dress shoes

he tries to comb aside his bangs as best as he can with his fingers but the strands make their way onto his face anyway

he then taps a button on his watch and his hoodie and jeans change into a dress shirt and formal pants in a blink

‘okay can’t believe that came in handy’ yukhei whistles at his garments

you, on the other hand, aren’t as calm

the president? of the entire earth? in the year 3145?

you can’t even dream up something this wild

and as yukhei drags you towards the door while you’re chewing on your nails

you pray nothing goes wrong in this plan

as you hide behind a large silver chair, you’re amazed at how good yukhei actually is at distracting

you can’t decipher the garbled nonsense that’s coming out of his mouth - you think it must be a different language, an alien language maybe or a new earth language

the guests look at him enamored and gleeful and with laughter

and you think he must have that effect on everyone he meets

well he certainly is charming, although in a weird way

with one last look at him and the crowd around, you sneak from table to table

till you reach the door at the corner 

you wouldn’t even have noticed it with the way it’s so well hidden - only at a certain angle can you make out the outline of the door, which is oddly circular

who knows maybe circles are back in fashion in the 32nd century

you push the door at one side 

and walk right into the presidential chamber

honestly, you expected a lock at least

it’s not as intimidating as you thought it’d be - in fact it looks like a normal office

well except for the techy stuff you can’t quite figure out

the lighting is soft blue and the mild smell of fresh flowers wafts through

it’s almost like a normal present day office

just keep it on the desk and go back just like yukhei said

you do just that and go back to the entrance

except the door is locked on the other side

you tug at it - it’s supposed to be rotating door, sort of like a spinning coin

but it’s wedged on tight

you slide onto the floor and hug your knees as you weigh the situation

what happens when the president finds you in her chamber? or worse, her security personnel

the president is a just but kind lady, yukhei had said to reassure you

but will you be prosecuted for trespassing? do laws even apply to you when you’re not from this era?

you swear you’ll have a mental breakdown right there

when yukhei walks in with trouble written all over his face

‘okay so,,,,another change of plan?’

there’s loud knocking at the door as yukhei scrambles around to seal it

‘okay the guards figured out i’m not the prince from some planet and we can’t go out now’

the terror on your face is obvious

‘well? what do we do?’

‘....wait for the president? she knows i’m supposed to be here’

you sigh into your hands

this is taking far too long and in a place far too closed for your liking

you find yourself having difficulty breathing

but when yukhei notices, he starts talking to you in halting words and laughter - his stories of where and when he’s been and all the dumb situations he got himself into

and even though the lilt in his voice gets loud

it helps you calm down

and you end up resting against his shoulder

you don’t know how you fell asleep but yukhei shakes you awake by the shoulder

‘the president’s here!’ he notifies

and you immediately jump up to stand straight

and when yukhei relates the events to the president in fumbling words,

you notice how dignified she is, especially with the stark contrast against yukhei’s awkward form in front of her

you almost giggle as he flusters over incorrect word usage

and your bumpy journey is over as soon as yukhei passes a small device to the president

‘good work’ she says with a smile and you’re escorted to a new room in a flurry

‘a gift’ one of the guards hands yukhei a small device

‘oh man! the latest one? this looks so cool!’

the bright smile on his face radiates excitement

your heart freezes when yukhei walks over to you, his smile still stretched across his face

‘let’s go home’ he says 

you take his hand and smile back

and the murky waters aren’t as suffocating this time

you’re by the park bench again like you haven’t been gone for a few hours

there’s an awkward air between you and yukhei as you try to part with a goodbye

and you’re about to sit alone on your bench again

when yukhei turns around to jog back beside you

‘hey,,,,uh,,, do you wanna hang out in 3145? i know some really good cafes and gaming joints,,,’

you break into a livened up smile

‘i’d love to’

therapist!xiaojun

but like,,,,a therapist for cyborgs,,,,

he mainly works with newly made cyborgs and helps them get used to their new body parts in one way or another

you’re actually one of the first long term patients he gets

and you’re,,,,well,,,,a special case

on one hand, you’re technically still human

but your brain has been replaced with processors to help your body function

the only patients he’s ever helped are ones with more outer cyber body parts like arms and legs and eyes

they think the same way, and it’s just adjusting to related physical activities that they need help for

he’s a little scared to admit that he might not know what to do, how to distract you from associated difficulties, how to help you completely adjust

but he’s going to give you his best shot anyway

all you know is that a car accident left you with irreparable brain damage 

and this was the only way to save you

you know who you are because that information has been fed to you

you know who you are but you just don’t think the same

in a way, you’ve gone back to thinking like a child because of the reset

learning things little by little 

but it wasn’t good enough for you to get back to where you were

it’s like you understood things but stopped feeling them

a sort of hollow shell for a computerized mind

and of course, you were having trouble getting used to processing things at an abnormal speed

the amount of information in your environment sometimes gave you a nasty headache

so your family had to call in a specialized therapist 

xiaojun is kind when he first meets you

he’s a little awkward in movement but he still smiles at you

and he’s genuine in the way he speaks

even you can tell him apart with your limited intuition

but you don’t talk to him - can’t talk to him even then

maybe you’re still afraid (with whatever remnants of fear left with you)

that the more you adjust to this, the more robotic you’ll feel

so the first three sessions you keep your mouth shut

but xiaojun doesn’t get exasperated with you, or groan or click his tongue

the simplicity of the room saves you a headache - the reality simulator of the room probably adjusts to the patient’s comfort

but honestly you wish you got one to get out of there

xiaojun is still kind, you think

he smiles when he asks you if you want to hear a song

you nod - whatever harm could a song do?

maybe it’s how he helps the other patients distract themselves from their sudden changes

and so he brings the guitar from the corner of the room

and plays you a song

it’s a sweet song at that, about gardenias and love

you want to hear it again, but you don’t want to speak

what if the voice that comes out is not your own?

so you settle for smiling at him and quietly appreciating the soft strumming of guitar

and at the end you thank him and leave

but on the fourth day, when he asks you a question you answer it

‘what’s your favorite fairy tale?’

‘it’s peter pan’ you answer without thinking

it wasn’t your favorite before the accident, but you’ve come to love it now

reading it over and over again, you’re sure the words are saved perfectly in your memory

especially when you have a computer for a brain

what would it be like to become a lost boy? 

run away to a place where you felt freedom?

it’s one of the nicer thoughts you have, really

and to your surprise

you find yourself talking to him easily and freely

maybe it’s his warmth, maybe it’s how he smiles

maybe you just like being in his presence

even if he’s just a therapist for people who aren’t quite human anymore

and you feel happy

you didn’t think your new brain would give you the chance to feel that

in fact, you’re feeling things so much that you start to dread the end of the therapy sessions

you tell xiaojun what you feel after a lot of internal debating

‘í’m not stupid i just can’t think the same way anymore’

xiaojun looks up at you

‘i know that. that’s why you’re here‘

‘no, you don’t get it - i used to be someone who worked a lot, right? but i don’t wanna do that anymore! i want to be more free, and you know, do less’

xiaojun has his full focus on you like every day

but something feels different

‘that’s perfect then. you’ve identified your problem,,,and well, there’s nothing wrong if you want to sit back and rest‘

‘but- but my family needs me to work!’

‘you know they don’t. you’re being unreasonably harsh on yourself‘

‘because i’m not the same anymore!‘

xiaojun leans forward at the rise in your voice

‘everyone who walks in here have changed in some way or another. everyone who hasn’t come in here are also the same. people change. that’s what they do, right?‘

you stay quiet for a few moments and see a flicker of worry across xiaojun’s face

‘but i’m not a person anymore, right?’

he frowns 

‘well you think and you feel. i think that’s enough to feel like a person’

‘i’m afraid i’ll stop feeling with this- this robot brain i have‘

xiaojun smiles again

‘but you’ve been feeling the past few weeks? and you’re feeling afraid now?’

you nod

‘then you’ve already proved your brain lets you feel’

he’s right, of course, you try to reason with yourself 

‘but what if i just stop feeling again?’

‘then you’ll start feeling again too’

you start to think again

you’re still feeling now 

fear is still the primitive feeling in your headspace

and maybe that’s what’s holding the humanity in you

you sigh and sit back

‘maybe if you try to let go of fear, you’ll have space for other feelings too’ xiaojun says with a smile ‘but that’s advice for everyone’

he checks the time on his watch and breathes out, signalling the session is over

but before you can leave, he comes and sits beside you

‘i know i’m your therapist, but can i speak to you as a friend for a moment?’

you’re a little taken aback but nod a yes nevertheless

‘when i was a kid, i had an accident too‘

you’re curious at the sudden words

‘and i had to get parts of my brain replaced‘

you look at him as he plays with his fingers

‘i decided to help people in an unbiased way, get them back on their feet‘

‘i didn’t feel for a very long time honestly. in fact, not until i met you. i felt understood after so long - and i wanted to thank you for it‘

‘since the sessions are ending, i just wanted you to know’

you feel a little embarrassed when xiaojun rubs his neck and awkwardly smiles at you

‘so if we’re friends, does that mean i can talk with you anytime?’ you ask with a shy smile

xiaojun smiles, warmth ever present

‘anytime‘

android!hendery

the moment the delivery bot dumps a fully functional android at your place, you know something’s wrong

‘i haven’t ordered this...gosh, i don’t even have the money!’

‘don’t worry. it’s already paid for.’

you knit your eyebrows together as you scan your finger over the delivery bot’s tablet and look at the giant box now in your living room

you walk around it, scrutinizing it when a note catches your eye

thought you might be bored of living alone, so here’s a cutie - xoxo, 10

what the fuck

ten really has nothing better to do huh

you immediately call him and his holographic image shows up on your living room in that damn posh suit

‘ten just what is this?’

‘huh?’

the look of feigned ignorance on his face pisses you off even more as you adjust your camera to focus on the box

‘that!’

‘oh it’s an android!! the latest from our labs’

‘and why is it here?’

‘it’s an early birthday present, darling’

you groan as a smirk makes its way onto his face

‘i mean he might be having the feature too but i’d have sent a sex droid if that’s wh-’

‘ten i will personally march into your office and slaughter you with every weapon possible if you continue talking’

he laughs at your repulsed expression for a good few seconds before standing up straight to face you

‘who’s gonna run the company if i die? besides, i personally helped with instructing for this one. i’m sure you’ll like him’

you sit on your couch and sigh

you definitely won’t if ten designed it

your best friend might be the ceo of a leading tech company but he’s still so annoyingly childish

‘well activate him! actually wait you know what i’ll do it myself cause you’re a prick’

‘ten no-’

there’s a sudden whir from the giant box sounding dreadfully like the booting up of a system and you stand up alarmed

‘oh wow it’s darker than i thought it would be oh boy.....and way more bubble wrap’

you freeze at the unknown voice

‘have fun, darling!’ ten says and disconnects after blowing a kiss at you

you groan and hesitantly make your way to the box which is surprisingly stagnant considering there’s a whole robot inside

your shaking hand presses the unpack button and inside stands a rather confused figure in standard android black, but it’s a hoodie and jeans instead of formal attire

with stretched and destroyed bubble wrap by his feet

but when he steps forward to greet you with a bright ‘hello!’ you swear it’s the prettiest boy you’ve ever seen

you’re at a loss for words for a few seconds

before you remember you really don’t want anyone else running around your place

‘hi uh,,,,’

you read the tag on his hoodie

‘hendery. hi. uh. i don’t know how to say this but,,,,is there any chance you could be returned? like you could be with ten maybe?’

his smile drops to a sad frown

‘you don’t want me?’

‘no. i mean yes! no wait! it’s not like that i just don’t- i don’t know- i’ve never had an android before. yes, that’s it!’

you grimace internally at your own words

he’s just an android - he’s not a real person! why are you getting so nervous?

maybe it’s the look of a kicked puppy that’s all across his face right now

you sigh and decide far too hastily that you’ll keep him for a month 

but you’ll talk to ten as soon as possible

‘um,,,,so like,,,,what do you do?’

‘you have to calibrate me with your bio readings!’ he says with a regained smile

‘uh what’

hendery raises an arm out and looks at you expectantly

‘give me your hand. only if you want. since i’m your personal android, i have to do this, you see?’

you look at him quizzically but give him your hand nonetheless

he clasps it with both his hands and goes still for a few seconds

you’re about to freak out when he moves again, the same polite smile on his face

‘my sensors are pretty accurate, but i think a saliva sample would’ve been more helpful for analyzing your dna’

‘i’m sorry? what?’

he presses his index finger against his lips to think (or pretend to think? do androids think like that?)

‘your permission for a kiss will get me the sample?’

you swear the smile on his face turns devilish as he winks

you step back with a glower trying to sputter out a response while he breaks into laughter

did ten include flirting in hendery’s code?

oh you are so going to kill him

‘that was a joke!’

you scramble back to your room with one last glare at hendery when he starts following you

‘did i say something wrong?’ he asks, the innocence on his face surely fake

it’s weird how your days adjust to hendery’s presence in them

he’s helpful, yes, but he’s also programmed with an annoying sense of humor

no, his jokes are not funny, you convince yourself every time you find yourself almost grinning

he’ll do what you ask him to do if you ask nicely

and he’s a little protective perhaps 

he never lets you go out without the companion band, which transmits location and biological data to him

it makes you feel safer in your neighborhood if you’re being honest

but of course, all of that is in his code

he could be modeled after ten for all you know with the way he gets on your nerves

but something about him is not like other androids - he’s a companionship android but you’ve never seen one so human

it’s unnerving to think he’s not human

only sometimes is he a little snarky with you

because apparently he’s programmed with common nineteen year old adult behaviors

and all that’s well and good but

the thing with hendery is that

he never

stops

talking

anything and everything - he just shoots off at the mouth

here you were thinking androids were made to be emotionless and fully catered to their user

but it’s his experiences hendery loves to talk about

what he feels when he sees things for the first time

and maybe it’s because you’ve been so used to living alone 

that the lively talk gets too much sometimes

‘hendery! just,,,,please stop,,,talking’

you massage your forehead trying to figure out the answers to the latest problems your professor just posted

when you turn to look at him, he’s staring at you with big doe eyes and you’re already starting to feel bad

‘i’m just,,,,not used to another person being here’ you explain

‘oh but i’m not a person!’

you frown at the nonchalant expression on his face

right. he’s right

not a person

but it doesn’t sit well with you as you get up to sit beside hendery

he’s not a person maybe, but he’s treated you nicer than anyone you know

‘i’m sorry. for snapping at you. and not welcoming you here.’

‘that’s okay. i’m an andr-’

‘no, no that’s not reason enough. i know it’s your code and i should thank ten, but thank you for being here with me.’

hendery smiles, and you wonder who put the twinkling lights in his eyes

‘i didn’t think i’d ever be treated as a person’ he says 

‘even if i’m intelligent enough to learn and feel’

you smile at him, it’s all you can do to reassure him

‘thank you’ he mumbles as he wraps his arms around you, a warm scent engulfing you

when he pulls away, his bright grin falls to a sudden frown

‘your data said you like warm hugs!! why are you so red and panicked?’ he asks, worried

your heart beats faster at his words and you scowl

gods he’s stupid for the latest AI

he presses all his fingers against your cheeks and furrows his eyebrows

‘your surface temperature isn’t right!’

he presses two fingers against your neck

‘neither is your pulse! i need to do a scan- oh’

his face breaks into a cheeky grin

‘don’t say it’ you glare

‘i wonder why you’re flustered,,,,,hmm’

‘hendery i will ship you back to ten’

he pouts and you throw your head back and laugh

you’ll be keeping hendery around for longer than a month after all

alien!yangyang

when you see the building suddenly collapsing a few blocks ahead of you, you think ‘shit this is it this is how i die fuck fuck fuck-’

you certainly did not expect to wake up in a weird room lit by dim blue lights, or even wake up at all

and the first thing you see is a boy at the corner, hugging his knees and dozing off against the leg of the bunk bed

you sit up on the bed, your head still feeling fuzzy and dangerously close to shutting down altogether

you steady yourself, and try taking in your surroundings

the walls are probably white, but they appear blue under the lights - in fact pretty much everything in the room is white that way

however, one of the walls seems to be a giant mirror, and you stare back at a very dazed version of you

even your clothes are white, you look unhealthily pale, a little skinnier and your hair is a mess

‘how long have i been here?’ you think

you absentmindedly get off the bed to walk towards the mirror, and that wakes up the boy with a start

he looks surprised for a moment to see you there, but it quickly turns into excitement as he rushes towards you

you register light brown hair and warm eyes, and a giant smile

but barely because your brain is still mush

‘omg are you real wait a minute are you really human??’

you’re suddenly bombarded with a lot of questions your weakened state can’t answer

and you find yourself getting a headache, to which he appears really confused

‘if i had my watch right now, i’d know what’s wrong with you ://’

‘i,,,,ow,,,,my head hurts,,,,,,stop talking’

‘oh,,,,’

you gaze incredulously at the boy - has he never heard of a headache before?

‘aren’t headaches eradicated yet on earth?’ 

he looks so genuinely curious that the mystery of everything around you just worsens your headache

you just continue staring with a ‘huh??’

he suddenly looks startled before looking back at you

‘i’m so sorry for my manners!! my name is yangyang. what’s yours?’

you look blank trying to register his words but manage to respond with your name

‘you don’t look too good,,,,,’

you almost snap with a ‘yeah no shit genius’ when the giant mirrors part and two people walk in wearing thick black suits and a black helmet 

you can’t see their faces and they carry a weird looking item that remotely resembles a gun

but the moment the doors open, your headache suddenly resides and you take in a large gulp of air

‘step forward’ one the guards demand, pointing the gun-like device towards you

you jump up in panic, and take a step forward when yangyang grabs your arm

‘they’re not going anywhere till you answer us’ he says, pursing his lips

‘we are not obligated to answer you.’

yangyang frowns but continues nonetheless ‘well,,,,’

he suddenly wraps an arm around your neck and bends it at an uncomfortable angle while pinning your struggling arms together with his other hand

‘you better take me to the commander of this ship unless you want their neck snapped in half’

the guards take a step towards you but increased pressure on your neck causes them to stop

they hesitate before agreeing and yangyang holds you close to him as you both follow one of the guards while the other stays behind you

you take a few turns like this before yangyang lets go of you subtly and kicks the guard behind in the chest and grabs their gun while they’re still in shock

when the front one turns to react, yangyang shoots without thinking and a beam appears knocking them unconscious

‘this does that?’ yangyang scratches his head before dropping the gun

you stare at him frozen but stumble backwards when he walks towards you

‘where are you going?? i’m not gonna hurt you!’ he defends

‘oh yeah? it didn’t look that way when you were ready to choke me to death!!’

‘that was just to get out! you’re obviously important for them to not have killed you and chucked you in with me’

‘and who are you?’

‘uhhh’

yangyang looks away at the doors sliding open at the other end and a look of panic temporarily crosses his face before he looks back at you with pleading eyes

‘please come with me. we don’t have much time’ he rushes

you look confused and worried at the same time, running over the options you have and their possible outcomes

‘it’s either me or them’ he points towards the guards who have a slightly modified version of the previous guns you saw

and in a split second

you choose yangyang

you don’t remember exactly what happens next - there’s a lot of running involved and the rush of adrenaline, and a lot of dodging deadly laser beams aimed at you

and by the end, you’re sitting in a rather small spacepod with yangyang frantically analyzing the buttons before the pod finally takes off with some clicks and whirs 

yangyang sighs in relief when the thing accelerates, almost grinning like an idiot when your surroundings change to a blur

you look at him quizzically and he shrugs - ‘what? i like the speed’

and when it finally slows down, you’re in some remote corner of the universe with a complete stranger, and not sure if you’ll ever get home

‘uh,,,yangyang,,,do you wanna explain everything now?’

yangyang hesitates at first but begins anyway

and you’re dizzy with the sudden influx of all the new information but it also excites you

‘,,,so you’re the prince,,,,,,of a whole planet,,,’ you repeat

yangyang nods, suddenly a little shy

times are hard for your neighboring galaxy, he tells you, after one of the more military advanced planets declared war on the others in an attempt to conquer the entire galaxy

and if they wanted to move onto earth too, it’s major trouble

the ship you both were on was just a spy ship, which means they’re just exploring earth and not setting conquest on it just yet

and you were probably a main test subject

however, he says he has full faith in the alliance between the three ruling planets of his galaxy and hopefully, this war will be the last

yangyang, in the meantime, was supposed to not get kidnapped but,,,,well,,,,,that happened

and now he’s not sure it’s safe to go back to his planet

you stay quiet for a bit before an idea strikes you

‘wanna visit earth?’ you ask

yangyang’s eyes light up as he turns to you

‘really? you’ll show me around?’

‘well, i can’t promise every place,,,but definitely around my city,,,’

and yangyang smiles the brightest of smiles at you, before turning to the controls and punching in earth’s coordinates

you grin back at him, dizzy with a sense of adventure

[pharaohfontain]

Do you feel anxious for no reason? Are you endlessly worrying unnecessarily about your health, finance or life? Are you having panic attacks? Are you constantly on edge and anxious to the extent you can’t even concentrate sometimes? Do you find it difficult sleeping every night? Do you dream so much that you wake up exhausted? Are you constantly judging and micro monitoring yourself? Do you feel lightheaded when you stand up? Are you so tormented by the feeling of anxiety that you think you may be losing your ever loving mind? If you have answered yes to any 3 questions above, chances are you are suffering from one of the many forms of a condition called ANXIETY.

I have chosen to write about anxiety and depression as both are something that has affected me in life, the effects of these two mostly mental conditions prompted me to look around my society and wonder, was I the only one to be affected by this? Am I a special case? my studies have allowed me to understand that depression and anxiety are so prevalent in and around Accra that, I dare propose that 7 in 10 men in Accra suffer from these conditions and it is worsened because most people won’t dare talk about it.

They wont want to talk about it for fear of people’s reaction to their condition or simply for fear that they may be losing their minds so they keep it to themselves. In Accra Ghana there is a stigma on mental conditions or disorder of any kind, so most men in Accra (Both Ghanaian and foreigners in the country) find themselves dependent on alcohol or other forms of self medication just to have a good night sleep or even maintain normal routine.

Why have I chosen Accra as an area for this case study, I live and work in Accra, so naturally this will be a good and easy place in which to carry out research. I dont want to talk about Kumasi or Takoradi because I do not live there, I have spent a lot of time in and around Accra, I have spoke to so many people about this topic, so everything I say here is in most cases word for word the experiences and feelings of too many men within Accra.

For most people the feelings of anxiety especially gets so intense that they even end up going to hospitals, only for the doctor to inform them there is nothing wrong with them.

In many cases these Doctors misdiagnose the patient not because they ran tests on the individual but because the person complains of sensations, without test or ignoring their test which shows clearly that nothing is wrong with the patient, they will place the patient on drugs. Many times they will place these patients on high blood pressure drugs which creates new problems for the patient or worsens the case.

WHAT IS ANXIETY?

According to WEBMD.com the most common form of anxiety is the Generalized anxiety disorder (or GAD) which is characterized by excessive, exaggerated anxiety and worry about everyday life events with no obvious reasons for worry. People with symptoms of generalized anxiety disorder tend to always expect disaster and can’t stop worrying about health, money, family, work, or school. In people with GAD, the worry is often unrealistic or out of proportion for the situation. Daily life becomes a constant state of worry, fear, and dread.

These generalize anxiety then produces symptoms for the individual that is called panic attacks, these panic attacks can be expressed in a verity of ways; The person can find themselves with racing heartbeats for no apparent reason, they can find themselves sweating in a heightened sense of anxiousness for no apparent reason, they may develop a fear of crowded places, They may develop a hyper dream situation were they dream so much night that it leaves them fatigued in the morning, they may also develop insomnia(sleeping disorder), many advanced anxiety sufferers tend to feel fatigued throughout the day, have a feeling that they may pass out at random times or they may develop a belief that they are losing their minds from the enter affair. Basically the feeling of panic attacks brought on my general anxiety disorder is one where the suffer feels a continued sense of anxiousness and this is a most uncomfortable state of mind to live in, it is paramount to a hellish existence.

In most cases anxiety sufferers find themselves falling naturally into depression.

WHAT IS DEPRESSION?

Depression is a common illness worldwide, with more than 264 million people affected(1). Depression is different from usual mood fluctuations and short-lived emotional responses to challenges in everyday life. Especially when long-lasting and with moderate or severe intensity, depression may become a serious health condition. It can cause the affected person to suffer greatly and function poorly at work, at school and in the family. At its worst, depression can lead to suicide.

The most damaging part of this anxiety problem in Accra is that most men are not even aware that they are suffering from it, so many of them tend to use alcohol as a way to remedy the sensations in the short-term.

According to Healthline Media on http://www.healthline.com, Alcohol is a sedative and a depressant that affects the central nervous system. The first few years or months of using alcohol to manage your anxiety, you will find that drinking alcohol can reduce fears and take your mind off of your troubles. But once drinking is continuous like it usually is, you can build a tolerance to the de-stressing effects of alcohol, and this can make anxiety and stress even more difficult to cope with.

I believe that this is the real reason for the high patronage of bars, hence its high availability all over Accra. You just have to look around you and you will be awestruck once you fully grasp how frequent you will come across a bar all over Accra. Even more surprising is that no matter how small, rundown, big or expensive a drinking spot appears to be, from Sunday to Sunday there will always be men and women drinking from Sunday to Sunday.

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This is not to say that a culture of drinking alcohol is innately bad but after talking to a few people, it has come to my knowledge that most men in Accra today are drinking as a way to cope with the anxiety of living and working in the system, as most men in Accra go to bed and wake up unsure of where the next meal will come from.

Office workers in Accra account for about 30% of the workforce in Accra, the rest are small to medium scale business owners and business men engaged in many different businesses to make honest living. 90% of men in Accra including the office worker go through unbelievable stress that in most cases will cause anxiety and depression, as the system is one that we find constant inflation but the salaries and earnings seem to remain the same or in some cases even reduce.

Most men in Accra even those with wife and children go to bed and wake up with no idea where their next meal will come from, no retirement funds, no social structure that guarantees the children’s education, everything is depended on what the man of the house can bring home. It is sadly expected that this level of stress naturally will be attracted to men in a system like this.

Now we must understand that Ghana in particular is a system that does not really care about the well being of the individual human being, I mean this in the sense that we have no provision for human stress relief, no parks, no programs created with the sole intent of reducing stress or mental trauma in the system, this is the same issue in Ghana’s immediate Brother nation; Nigeria. All we have are the drinking bars and clubbing joints, it is only natural that most men within Accra will turn to alcohol as the major form of stress relief.

Most sickness that men suffer from within Accra can be attributed to an extra-ordinary consumption of alcohol and high stress, these two issues I feel are expressing a prior condition in men that the medical system in Accra have largely ignored. Anxiety can lead to excessive drinking, Anxiety is also a signal that your stress factor is out of control, I feel that if the medical system can start to treat anxiety as a serious issue and look for proper remedies for it, many men and women will be saved from more critical conditions that can come from drinking, high blood pressure brought on through stress of anxiety and also depression which can lead to suicide. I hope this article can open the eyes of all the readers so we can begin talking about this issue, and subsequently pressure our government into doing the needful to help the overwhelming amount of people in society suffering from anxiety.

14 TIPS TO HELP YOU CONTROL YOUR ANXIETY

Take a time-out. Practice yoga, listen to music, meditate, get a massage, or learn relaxation techniques. Stepping back from the problem of life helps clear your head.

Eat well-balanced meals. Do not skip any meals. Do keep healthful, energy-boosting snacks on hand.

Limit alcohol and caffeine, which can aggravate anxiety and trigger panic attacks.

Get enough sleep. When stressed, your body needs additional sleep and rest.

Exercise daily to help you feel good and maintain your health. Check out the fitness tips below.

Take deep breaths. Inhale and exhale slowly.

Count to 10 slowly. Repeat, and count to 20 if necessary.

Do your best. Instead of aiming for perfection, which isn’t possible, be proud of however close you get.

Accept that you cannot control everything. Put your stress in perspective: Is it really as bad as you think?

Welcome humor. A good laugh goes a long way.

Maintain a positive attitude. Make an effort to replace negative thoughts with positive ones.

Get involved. Volunteer or find another way to be active in your community, which creates a support network and gives you a break from everyday stress.

Learn what triggers your anxiety. Is it work, family, school, or something else you can identify? Write in a journal when you’re feeling stressed or anxious, and look for a pattern.

Talk to someone. Tell friends and family you’re feeling overwhelmed, and let them know how they can help you. Talk to a physician or therapist for professional help.

Are you suffering from anxiety? How do you handle the condition? Please share with us below.

Sources:

ANXIETY AND DEPRESSION ASSOCIATION OF AMERICA

HEALTHLINE MEDIA INC

WEBMD

ANXIETY the BIGGEST PROBLEM that MOST MEN in ACCRA GHANA don’t know they have! Do you feel anxious for no reason? Are you endlessly worrying unnecessarily about your health, finance or life?

[lustertherainwing]

hey, got any headcanons for anemone ?? or maybe anemarin too???

anemoneeee i love her....

and okay so let me just make a disclaimer that most of my headcanons are completely canon compatible BUT i rlly dont know abt anythign involving anemone later in the books, so some of my stuff MAY be ....inaccurate but. whatever i like my anemone the way she is-

so anemone is like. my second favorite character in the series (burn is number one holla hollaaa), because she is SO MORALLY GREY its enthralling imo. Shes a child, first of all, which i think is amazing in itself. The whole literary symbolism of children being innocent and pure and hopeful is completely turned on its ass with anemone, because she was abused by her shitty mother (and maybe father, idk), actually killed someone (not totally accidentally either), and is potentially one of the most powerful dragons in the world. we can discuss the awesome development the animus magic ACTUALLY contributes to her in a minute, but let me finish my train of thought - so essentially anemone is this chaotic whirlwind of a dragonet, instantly marked for greatness at the second you meet her, and completely defies standard literary symbolism, acting as a HUGE thematic element just by herself...

yo like . if you want the best character development, with the most conflicted and destroyed way of thinking, anemone is ur girl. hoooooo boy lets..lets keep going. 

She was raised on Corals hip from when she hatched because of her mom’s obsessive control issues, a disgustingly abusive hover mom who raised her daughter to LOATHE the idea of being tethered to ANYTHING (hint hint, morals), and to always be the absolute center of attention. A lot of people can flatten anemone to some petty rich girl trope, which is viable, sure, at surface level, but anemone (and honestly a lot of characters that fall in the rich girl trope) live on the praise and encouragement of others. Anemone is INCREDIBLY jealous of everything (note: not envious), and fears 1) losing the few things she has (her ‘friends’, possessions, stature, etc...), and 2) being alone and unappreciated. Bc she has absolutely 0 self esteem (shes a princess (she was born into that, didnt earn it), is an animus (is isolated from everyone and treated like a weapon), and has never had the freedom to /do/ anything other than be the two things i just mentioned. and she is AWARE of this and therefore is aware of how absolutely awful her life/self is). 

okay so, lets talk about...the animus magic. So animus magic, fundamentally, chips away at ones sense of judgement the more you use it (at least thats how it worked in arc 1, god knows what the fuck tui changed in arc 2, but idc im going off the first way), so the more you use it, the more reckless, and “insane” you become. so anemone, raised as a weapon, and raise with the EXTREME desire for freedom to do whatever the hell she wants, is obviously going to have some judgement issues in the first place. this animus magic acts as a trial of sorts, pushing anemone into this really interesting and unique moral threshold, where she can either recognize her flaws, accept them, and grow from them, or silence them more and become some chaotic disaster. so really she gets put between a rock and a hard place, and she has to choose, on the spot, which way she needs to go. ill let you think of ur own ways you would want it to end, but personally ive always enjoyed the idea that she teeters towards accepting herself (not completely ofc), and ..that whole thing. yada yada. happy-ish ending. woohoo

so anemone is this volatile, manipulative kid who really just wants validation and freedom, but has been stifled and shoved in a metaphorical box since she was hatched, and labeled as a potential danger, good for mass destruction. she has the potential to represent two different themes; 1 being that (in the happier ending scenario) the acceptance of pain, flaws, and that kinda stuff allows for growth and can help mend her behavior, 2 being (in the more grim ending) that the succumbing to ones trauma/etc and allowing it to define you and how you act ultimately destroys you, and those around you. (hopefully you can see why i enjoy the first ending better...)

and...if you’l allow me to take this a step further (and longer lol...), i’d like to talk abt my headcanons for future anemone...

so assuming she gets out with the happier ending (lets not talk about the sad one), i like to believe that anemone stews as princess for a while as tsunami continues managing the school with the other DoD, really bitter at her mom for being abusive and shitty (duh, me 2 anemone) and trying to forgive her mom, but really unable to, and ends up just getting more and more vengeful. so eventually, when shes probably 8 or so, she actually challenges coral for the throne, and after a really..rlly intense battle, with a lot of passion and pent up anger from anemone and bewildered betrayal and anger from coral, anemone ends up killing her mom and becoming queen, and then has to deal with a lot of second-guessing and guilt and just. tiredness, but ultimately (after a few years) recognizes that she /doesnt/ have to forgive her mom, or ANYONE for the shit theyve done to her, and that its her choice. 

and she decides that she is gonna fucking SLAY as a queen, do waaayy better than her mom (who literally just wrote shitty fanfiction all day and let everyone else do the governing.....), and tries to be honestly? the best dragon she can be. im so proud of her. my little girl...all grown up...............................wipes my tears

aaannnd regarding anemone and tamarin....i think its definitely a little kid crush, (i mean...in canon they are literally children) so i dont see it getting too far (tamarin is pretty gentle but i dont think anemone is ready for any kind of serious relationship until AFTER she figures herself out first. otherwise she’s probably gonna end up hurting other people. 

BUT i do enjoy the idea of her being gay. i mean ofc i called it (all my favorite characters are not straight. burn? demi/aro/gay/idk but shes not straight. coconut? gay. blaze and glacier? hahahah gay. i just call them how i see them, i dont make the rules.), and im GLAD she is gay....bc.....well duh. it works w my headcanons p well too bc my gay queen? who fucks the system because she never actually has any kids, and it ends up that her successors are either auklet or tsunami’s daughters. 

so idk i dont rlly ship it hardcore. softcore is a hard maybe, but. its a kid crush its not rlly. serious or anything lol. 

so....wowzah i talked a lot. 

TLDR; anemone is super complex and morally grey and becomes a gay queen who destroys her mom and fucks society because she can. 

[theawakenedadventurer]

Be true to your Art. .

That's the whole point of Waking Up and Awareness to anything.

Listen. Read and Comprehend.

THEN think for yourself and NOT just accept things as true just because someone who says they are a scientist, doctor, guru, teacher, politician, priest, pope or supposed master says its true.

Listen before you utter thoughts that were implanted into you by another who is just a puppet.

In doing so, thinking your own thoughts, feeling your own feeling and doing your own things...

The truth is revealed.

That is true freedom.

No one or group can do that for you but they will say anything to get you to believe otherwise.

No one or group fights for your freedom.

Your heart, your energy and your creations are yours to hold, defend and keep or give as you see fit.

Dare to believe that for a moment.

Does it feel dangerous? Why?

Presidents, priests and teachers are nothing but Puppets that are employed and paid to take the microphone and podium to keep the people misinformed, dumb, numb, deaf and blind to the beauty of life!

Dangerous thinking to those who spread lies and fear.

They are afraid.

Of what?

Losing control over others because it has been well thought out and manipulated over the years and now they are laughing about because we the people govern themselves with fear.

They want you to believe there is no stopping it but there is.

A simple empowering thought can change the world and its people.

That's what they fear. But they didnt realize the system they have designed is super fragile.

History repeats if repeated uncontrolled. Controlled repition only prolongs revolution. It's not gonna stop it.

We are smarter than that but we just need to come together and stand up for each other.

We are letting them win by not saying anything at all and ignoring the hate and fear to the point where it becomes the norm.

Then...What happens?

Violence. War. Outburst and just like that, history repeats again with different rulers eventually falling into the same agenda of domination, ruling with fear and lies.

Its an effective strategy. Maybe more effective hundreds of years ago but come on.

We are better than that.

We all have freedom of speech. We should be proud that we live in such a great time of CHOICE.

You can still choose which of the the voices that are amplified in your world.

We still have a choice.

We still have a right to say and write what we want even if it is opposed to the ones who hold the weapons and the money.

We allow these things to go on because we have been taught to feel pain and fear when we hear it.

So what? It's only ok if politicians day things like that because that's what you associate then with?

Most of us our adults or at least people with brains that can think and speak for themselves.

The separation and division goes beyond political parties.

It starts in the mind. If you resist that. You resist the law of nature and only put yourself through pain.

And then we spread the garbage around, the fear and the shit that doesnt matter in the world.

Artists must speak up and fight back because who else will? Who else holds such a vast audience?

What and who do you think the president and everyone influencing him and is being influenced by him is afraid of?

Its not women or immigrants

Artists.

The point is that Everyone is a potential artist and we have the power to unite.

We won't do it if we keep eating up all the nonsense and fear given to us like its priceless info.

And THEN we turn on our brothers and sisters, around the world as people of Earth, and proceed to act like we are informed from the people that are obviously lying about everything.

Everyone thinks they know how it all works and they are a scholar but you know nothing at all from listening to ANYONE who says their way is the ONLY WAY.

Period.

Religion and politics are where the best of the best Liars and Thieves go because you all fall for it and they know it to be profitable, working with fear and hate.

Fear and hate leave more of an acute impression than kindness and love which are chronic.

The screen rules us, and they know if they can just get into your screen and provide the suggestion...

BOOM! You are already regurgitating the nonsense fear intended to be spread.

Good job. That's not art. That's bullshit!

It's something that doesnt exist until you believe it.

KEEP THE FEAR TO YOURSELF, not your real words and true expression.

True expression from the artist is WITHOUT FEAR.

Hmmm, now we are getting somewhere...because WHO do you THINK wants to keep that information from you?

Who benefits from keeping you segregated?

Nice and neat in a box, classified, generalized, stereotyped and prejudged so they can find you because they feel they OWN you.

* Don't be just another NUMBer.

Think for yourself. Have an original thought and THEN speak.

If you learn anything from bitching online, repeating whatever garbage words you found on the internet or the news then learn that.

That alone will change the whole world.

If we don't stand up and speak what we want and don't want, then someone else is gonna do it for us.

That's what wrong with America and the world.

We have grown so accustomed to being BUSY that we let others make important decisions.

Boring .All day. Meetings that seemingly go no where while other more exciting negative attractions and distractions go on so no one even pays attention to all the shit that's being changed and the rights that are being taken.

All while you are being trolled by the latest outlandish antics and anecdotes the clowns have to vomit out to fool you, while you let yourself fall into Chaos of fear.

And then, cut to commercial.

Contrast with a cure.

With side effects, disease, violence and distorted sexuality to fool you even more into handing over your mind and heart to something that doesnt even exist, again.

Jokes on you and they are all sitting their laughing in their ties.

Really, they are more afraid then us.

But, no one else feels they have the power because we were all trained to be that way. To be a victim that seeks attention and approval all while not disregard the humanity of your own neighbors.

Perfect plan for world domination. Dont you think?

Turn the people against themselves.

That's the first and foremost tactic of any strategist in war.

Make the people destroy themselves and the rest of them can fear being destroyed.

Perfect plan but there's a huge hole in it.

Humanity can wake up.

People can realize and unite.

We can reverse the damage if we start the healing process.

It takes it time. Just like Nature. But we have to stop eating all this shit up about President Trump and all his cronies.

You only stand to give him more power by protesting it.

He's laughing because he is doing his job very well.

Operation: Distract the Public with anything possible. Check

Plan for Citizens: Keep numb, dumb, fearful and hateful of eachother. Check

Strategum: Misinformation disguised as truth to keep people's minds closed to the Power of Creation they are capable of: Check

A Revolution of the whole world in how it sees itself in the Universe: Pending

We have to reverse this shit. Let's go!

The time is well past and overdue.

The conversation should be opened up ALL the way if we are to heal as a planet.

Not just a little or an inch at a time because we are afraid of not getting approval.

That's a child mentality. Let us be Men. Women. Adults.

Organized, civilized society doesn't have to be ruled by what our fathers and grandfathers allowed and let slip through the cracks.

Like Congress for example. Terms for life? Wtf is that?

How about volunteers? 2 year term. No pay. This ain't no free ride vacation while you step on the people's voices and choices.

When you serve, you serve for free, with love or else you're out of fucking office.

You'll see how fast all those assholes leave, not getting paid anymore.

President? King? Queen? You should be made to earn that shit through many trials and tribulations that test your worthiness to lead.

Presidential term that is 4-8 years?

No. How about a year? IF YOU ARE GOOD!

How about we all take turns being president and get rid of one rule at a time until all we have left I'd freedom of choice and to live life without the demons that shouldn't even be able to affect us anymore?

They are crying, kicking and screaming because they see they are losing control and are very afraid of losing their tethers to this dimension.

The time of shadow is done

Theres enough people in the nation that are capable and are never given a chance. Pass the torch to someone who thinks in all of the colors in the rainbow instead of choosing one color and denying that there are others.

How do you become a speaker of the world with a mentality of a 3 year old?

Get hired by people with the same mindset who want others to think in a low vibration just like them or even worse!

Let's talk about it and step into our power so we don't need anyone else or government to tell is what we can and can't do because only they supposedly have power because we gave away for convenience.

To not be bothered to learn or grow is the biggest sin against yourself and the people you care about.

Create and then you have so much fun and enjoyit.

You'll have no more room in your life for the things that aren't even real because you are to busy creating your life and manifesting your dreams to even bother with the bullshit.

You have the power to do that right now but will you?

Do you have the proverbial balls to start now?

To live your dream despite all the systems and programs designed to hold you back?

We can only adapt and unite if we adopt an open mindset that is geared toward creation rather than destruction.

Love of life.

Not of fear of death.

Create your masterpiece and watch the fear of death fade for you have left something worthwhile behind and know that it is good.

No more obsession with knowledge.

Fake news and terror is killing our peace in a way that no gun, bomb or weapon of any sort could accomplish at all.

You can take a life but you can't take someone's soul who has lived and gave their life in the name of creation, love and peace

[recoveringfromabuse]

the various reasons why i despise society and what needs to change in order to be more acceptable:

i come to the conclusion that although it’s 2017, after so many decades of wars, fights, revolutions, conflicts, human race hasn’t learned a thing. so here are some of the topics i came to conclusion that we  need to urgently address and change for the better:

longer penalties for animal abusers, human abusers, or similar treatments equaled to the crime committed. therefore if a person is killed they must undergo penalties fearful enough not to make them commit them again, if they mistreat a child or animal, make them undergo a painful punishment just as painful as their crime- otherwise from how bland we are with our justice systems, they will never learn. and the victims certainly dont recover so soon from psychological damages, they get scarred for a life.

have verbal , emotional, mental or psychological abuse be recognized as forms of crime and taken seriously by the society and authorities - no matter how you see it, this affects someone who’s a victim seriously and undermines their beliefs, as well as creating a sense of insecurity and lack of safeness in their whole lives. some become paranoid, but almost all will have traumas and trust issues, even on themselves for the rest of their lives. this needs to be addressed more.

teach children as well as remaining citizens and members of the society to not be afraid to be themselves , regardless of gender or sexuality as well as incult people that they are humans just like anyone else, and not some ‘monster with human skin’. they have legs, arms, eyes, mouths, and eat, drink, walk, run or laugh like all of us do.

homosexual marriage as well as adoption is not a sin . no matter how you say it is, you religious fanatics. that is the truth - and im not saying it out of my ass, i read the bible at least thrice and so far no passage whatsoever mentioned anything against such topics. they are all humans like us, enough with this.

promote equal rights for both men and women -enough of having women be paid less, not being recognized, being seen as a piece of meat, and never recognized of their opinion, called worthless, being seen as meaningless, or judged by their race, religion, culture or even the way they dress. the clothing does not define anything, enough with harassment, a mini skirt is not inviting you to assault her, a low cut top is not inviting you to comment on her chest. being a woman does not give you the right to catcall or diminish anyone in your presence, or use slurs or diminishing actions such as saying ‘ go back to the kitchen’. women are not your slaves, your piece of meat, your bone, your personal maid, or anything demeaning you might make them seen as. as well as women are not weaklings, and we do handle things men will never have a taste of. which brings me to my next topic

enough with making period talking a tabboo word. it’s a natural process in a  woman’s life, just stop being a weaboo and accept it. - we wear pads, tampons or diva cups to contain it inside our clothes instead of dispersing it all around outside; enough with the immature, stupid looking expressions whenever a woman is seen to possess hygienic items with her. enough with being disgusted by a woman complaining about her period pain or speaking overall about her experiences with it. it’s a natural process, what the heck did you expect? that we keep our mouths shut about it for our whole life? it’s a NATURAL PROCESS. it’s nothing out of the normal or a monster with 6 legs. it’s just a natural. process. and instead of being a douche about it, try to help or empathize and get knowledged on it. when we say that it feels like 20 punchs all at the same time going through our stomach or a knife in our back, we are not kidding, and instead of trying to deny it that it happens and calling us crybabies, try being nice and compassionate, because after all you never probably will go through that. not, not even if you try what the buzzfeed guys did in that video of childbirth pain. you will never have a fucking idea about it, stop trying to act so almighty.

everyone’s body is their own choice and territory, we are not government’s property to have our rights of choice over how we take care of it taken from us - we have the right to voice out our opinions and defend ourselves from criticism, and diminishing or changing views. we don’t care if you think these jeans look too tight, or if we gained weight or we look too thin . we never even asked you anything about it, did we? it’s our matter, our businesses.  our body our choice

abortion is not a sin, if you are not mentally/emotionally/psychologically/physically/financially available or have time or energy to invest on having a child, we have the right to say ‘no’ to childbirth and ‘yes’ to abortion. if one does not feel 100% capable of making such an accomplishment they should not have it and that0′s final. raising children takes a lot of attention and time, and patience and costs - they are not dolls with blood ties, they have feelings and physical needs. better not have it than neglect for the whole of their lives because you’re either too tired, without patience, not enough financial stability for their needs, or can’t control your mood swings. enough´

same logic applies with animals. why the hell do you go to that pet shop or shelter, take the animal with you only to have no time or energy or compassion for it, and abandon it later on, or make up an excuse for it? stop . they are animals, but they have feelings like us and needs, they are family the moment they are with you, stepping inside their new home.

combat hate groups and movements and help terminate them - no matter how much you say people are allowed to have free will and speech, if those same rights are in conflict with the security of others, then they are not rights but instead violations of other humans sense of security as well as a menace to democratic systems. laws exist so peace can exist, otherwise we would have a catastrophe in various levels. these groups should and need to be eradicated at all costs and be hunted down like the plague. after the nazis in the 40′s has human  race not learnt anything at all?!!!

to make people understand the problem is not the muslims but the criminals, and inhumane monsters who try to dirt their image. to understand people are not just about race, and spotting the differences but accept them as equal human beings with feelings and needs. we already had 2 world wars based on this matter, enough is enough, when will people learn ?! the same applies to afro-american, latinos, hispanic, asian ... stop being xenophobic. you don’t know what rich culture, and knowledge and fun you′re losing from putting interesting people with such enriching experiences and marvelous stories away from you. human race won′t be contributed with anything from racism . enough. 

[instantwhispersmiracle-blog]

Feather Pen

The Devil in Human form... shouldn't be allowed to have any pens.  this world runs on a 3D law governing.. that has been installed to enslave Half the human race. So, when a devil who is racist in all forms as in, The biggest form of all. Love, He laughs at it in all forms, the heart of a man that can't even speak about a law he CONJURED UP OUT OF FEAR of losing a grip on his evil, for the root of his precious mutha fucking news. He once again is in a spiral of horrible news, he really doesn't give a fuck about his reputation. its the fact he is in power and does not care in what way he is, or how he is portrayed or how he is known.. watching the apprentice he probably stopped the show cause he realized he can just try and gain world domination in his shitty not giving a fuck efforts and use money to do it, Since this world is revealing how now, we aren't attach to it, Some people in his circle has left.. and turned down the money or the way he talks to them, I commend you.. God will give you a job else where when you undergo all the rammifications of why you worked for him in the first place. but now we realized this a little too late but its never over... little late.... but NOT OVER and he is in Office. SO, the normal tactics to get this man to feel any fucking thing won't work, he isn't like one of us, Everyone.... has a mirror of duality.... how you look into it, creates your image. he sees the devil since he wants to laugh at THE VP for praying. 1. cause he is you know a disgusting fuck. 2. cause deep down he sense VP changing and wants to grip him back, and he does not give a fuck...I seriously think.. he might breed these children to be evil doers... like he is getting desPERate.........people are leaving and turning down his “ways” AND MOREOVER, about global warming, cause he rather give the opportunity for the evil alien forces to come the fuck back. and do there global devamping.  thus, Money..... he is elaborating and expressing an idea that the good of the planet is such an expensive fucking task, when most people will take care of it for no money. so when an expensive plot of a plan is made. it really IS to hide where all the talk of cost of money is really going CAUSE IM SURE SANDERS FUCKING DODGES THOSE QUESTIONS so we know its going to the midterm elections. HE will talk all around the plan and explain in elaborate bullshit ways of emptiness...the answers would be like in the forms that you will only see proof once the money is GOTTEN....... that this budget is needed.. that this budget is what will get all the countries to help out, cause it is  a uniting thought. he is preying on the fact he in this SILENCE OF CAGE LAW DICK SHIT, to come up with more of a spider web lie of evidence for this budget. please people who read this or maybe I dont fucking know hear this perhaps, still undergoing a transformation. BUT, ignore the fact its expensive ignore the fact he is talking in a deflective manner from his silence on this law, and the judge to make him reunite the separated children. in under 30 days.  Its to ask the questions of where this money will go, how is it being handled. cause then.. two things will happen. 1. HE WILL SHUT IT DOWN, CAUSE he hasn't thought it through he doesnt know where the fuck its going to go cause its going to go to the midterm elections. 2. IT will play out, and because the questions of where its going to go who is involved, who is helping out what parts of the material will aide in the weathering systems and material to reset the planet, all that woods, through that process if he doesn't wanna look MORE of a fucking tool then he already is, he will do it. BUT, he doesn't give a fuck about his reputation he doesn't try to do no “ damage control press” OTHER THEN TO POP UP OUT OF HIS FUCKING GOLF CAVE... AND DECLARE SOME NEXT FUCK UP THING, WITH A1/4 OF A TONE THAT MIGHT SUGGEST HE WENT TO SOME HUMANITY REHAB. but, he does the same shit.. why do we keep repeating ourselves. he is now a Humanity joke... and America’s toy, but the scary thing is. he doesn't care, he knows the people around him love money, and or blackmailed.. or will PLEAD THE FUCKING FIFTH WHEN IT COMES DOWN TO IT....and that person gets to go to his own trial........ SO, we have to think a little evil, I mean dabble in the shadow shelf of yourself.. its okay its a lower version of your higher self, cloak in your murkiness of ignoring it. SOOOOOOOO to get his ideas and be three steps ahead. I hope this helps whoever reads it.. or hehehe hears it.  SO, if I had to commit a crime.. it would be to jack all the fucking pens in proximity of this fat bastard of evil cloud enitity. thats it.. nothing else . SANDERS U FUCK, I won't touch you, only your subconscious you fucking twat ignore it and ill summon karma my main bitch to burn all your pink skirts. and hide all your tweezers, you wasting money on SECRET SERVICE. people won't touch you either, just verbally tell you to get the fuck out of their presence along with you and your MONEY ADMINISTRATION OF FRAUD, whenever found on sight, black and white people.. shocker.  I will however also atleast, ill throw in some tooth fairy shit I will jack the pens and replace them with magical vanishing feather pens.. that when you touch it, you will just go in a coma and face Anubis and repeat the same fucking cycle again cause your heart is non existent like the magical vanishing feather pen illusion trick I just fathom.  NOW, if I was the Korean president I also, wouldn't surrender to this fuck in the White House, I mean lets strip away everything, everything away all the HORRIBLE REAL BULLSHIT WE ALL SEE HIM AS, somewhere in his fucking soul.. he thought it was okay to but 1 boy or 1 girl COUGH MORE IF HE COULD he did 6.. I'm surprise it wasn't 666 before he stopped....they are in a cold metal rusty square prism prison.. separated from their families who God knows where they are....he sat in a chair.. and thought this is okay. and signed it away with a pen. he is torturing souls.  As I was saying if I was the Korean CEO president in a KDRAMA THAT I WATCH, he has the horrible reputation blonde suit to give a reason of why he will not surrender at this time, the nuclear influence from the blonde losing hair devil I wouldn't. But, I wouldn't boast id stay humble and quiet id call up justin Trudeau for a human feel confirmation its all Gucci, though if I was hesitant BUT DEFF NOT. its unfortunately sad and simple... HIS STUPID FUCKING LAW NESS MAKING..creates a sad reasoning as a feel of the world im sure we want that to happen, to naturally not have any country act like they are preparing for war....... but with the want of peace.. and A BLONDE DUMBASS @ the golf course... not even at the White House..... its a simple choice to say no. with the way he acts and think .. I THINK a country wants to protect themselves and their people..not to live on the offence.. but a defence but not anticipate just chill... and I will always keep the continuation of the peace that was done with MOON, I'm sure we both agreed. and idk what china is doing but china best not try and convince korea to do anything.. as I once said... that man wanted to implicate a law to stay in power till he dies... GOLFPORNSTAR FUCKING mentality.. you only fuck women pornstars why the fuck would you not want to block child porn THE MONEY GOING TO GOOD FUCKING THINGS TO ENCOURAGE THE BETTER MENT OF A HUMANE SOCIETY AND . so anyways. thats enough Ima tweak music.

[johnboi-oh-snap]

Looking to build a manifestation group.

What is a manifestation group?

Well, its sort of like a prayer group but better. instead of using our pagan tongue known as english, we use the power of manifestation from our heart, from which flows the purest of all intents. The Christ intent.

Inside of our hearts lives a bright and beautiful spirit, given to us in love for love. It is part of who we are and hopefully what we will strive to become in our future.

As we begin to understand this love we can begin to use it. Some people use this gift to procure, for themselves, riches and fame. What they do not know is, the power they are using is coming from a place of fear and selfishness. Not only does it corrupt that pure love power within our hearts, it also corrupts them.

My goal is to use this God given power of manifestation to bring about a change in this world. To many of use have our hearts set on all the struggles and pain we face, giving these things more power than we realize. When we give to these negative thought processes we are only further creating problems for ourselves and those around us.

How do we change? Its simple but its hard. The idea is to become aware of every single thought that is going through your head. Where does it come from? Does it build you up? does it tear you down? how does it make you feel?

By taking our thoughts captive, as Jesus spoke of, we begin to recognize destructive thought processes that resonate in our lower energy points ( chakras, light points, endocrine ) whatever you want to call them. We can begin to correct these negative energies that have taken up haven in our minds and replace them with newer healthier patterns.

Perhaps you have seen the power of God manifest in your life already. Perhaps you have already been called to something greater and just dont know where to start. When those of us who have had our light stirred and awakened, when we see the truth in all things and they begin to resonate with our hearts, what do we do? where do we go...

We go within. The very place with which Christ lives and the kingdom of God resides. The place that Yeshua, or jesus or whatever you personally call him, was trying to point all of us.

He was trying to teach us how to independant of the government system, how to become sovereign beings to the God that lives inside of us all, that spirit, that very piece of creator source that gives you life.

Instead I see a dying culture of slavery. Every single one of you has fallen for the pit falls and snares of an organized controlled religious and government system. This system is only reliant upon your participation. It can only function with you behind the wheel. We, ourselves, are the New World Order. We are the Illuminati, the Freemasons, the PEdophilles, the rapists... BEcause we stand by and dont do anything about it. The blood is on our hands. No theres.

The longer we keep voting for these people and feeding the beast system, the more we support their wars and corrupt policies... The more blood is on our hands and the more lives we will have to answer for personally.

The devil or satan can not create anything but rather uses his mind control to get us to do the killing and the thievery. Every movement, every riot, every protest... Is only meant to drive the dividing wedge deeper between us. Can you not see that? can you not act on that?

We can clearly see that our current state of existence isnt conducive to living as God intended us too. We are to scared to lose our comfort and precious things to really do anything that would change this earth for the better. We are all hanging on to the devils leg asking him not to throw us out instead of just leaving.

He cant do jack shit to us. He is a powerless coward that feeds off your fear and ignorance. Off your subservient mindset, he drinks until he is drunk with power, the power that you surrender to him on a daily basis.

Its time for some change brothers and sisters. Its time to become what we were created to be. A NEW CREATION!!! All you must do is accept the responsibility for you hand in this mess and then do whatever you can to help others take that step of healing.

BE HEALED! BE HERE! BE LOVE/LIGHT!!

[cree-n-jewish-thoughts]

This is like a cow watching other cows get "the bolt", and they walk up when it's their turn and are in a state of ignorant bliss.

I will never understand it.

Well, I more wanted to express solidarity in annoyance at the intifada cheerleaders.

I understand, but I didn't know what exactly to say yesterday. Also I always appreciate solidarity.

So let me talk about it today!

They do not realize what they have mobilized.

They do not know what they are even asking for. They speak up against the government, they protest, they enjoy every single civil liberty that being in a democratic society gives people.

To all the queers for the infada, you mobilized a group that wants you dead.

To all the antizionist Jews who wanted this, you are marching yourself to the slaughter house with an ignorant smile on your face.

The liberties that are used and enjoyed by the most supportive groups to speak against the government of their country and Israel. You do not have that liberty under Sharia law. You will no longer be allowed to be LGBTQ without being thrown off a roof! You won't be able to protest without being lynched! You can't say anything negative about the government without disappearing.

The spoiled brats got what they wanted.

Let's see if they actually like what they wished for when they don't get to speak out, or be out and proud, when you can't have an opinion without being "unlived".

Congrats idiots, you got it. I hope you all are enjoying walking into the slaughter-house!!!