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hraishin · 3 years ago

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Au-gust Prompt: Day One - Ancient Gods

So, I was looking at the Au-gust prompts and staring very hard at the Ancient Gods prompt because I am a mythology whore (affectionate) and suddenly I remembered how I cried during my college class about Pompeii cause I'm also very sensitive. Turns out I managed to find a way to put those two things together and shove it into a cherik fic for the prompt (which I actually wanted to do for a while, but only now it clicked). Hope you like this, sorry for the angst (I'm not really sorry)

I'll be posting it to Ao3 later, most likely. Enjoy!

WC: 1.2k+

"Please, you have to leave!" Charles tried, holding the man's shoulders tightly with his hands, his gaze urgent.

He could've tried bending the man's mind, could've placed the suggestion for that man and his family to leave that place as fast as they could, but it would be dangerous. The others would find out about Charles' interference, would punish him for it, and the fate of those humans would be worse. He knew that the family's life was doomed, knew the Fates would cut the threads of their lives in a few hours, and he knew he shouldn't interfere with the Fates' work.

Still, he had to try.

"This town will burn," Charles said more urgently, and he knew his fingers were bruising the man's skin as he tried to move away from Charles' grip. His children behind him seemed terrified. "You can still leave-"

The man managed to take Charles' hands away from him, pushing Charles to the ground. He fell down with a grunt, body against the hard stone ground, curling his body as an ox almost stepped on his head as it pulled a cart through the streets, its owner shouting angrily at Charles to be careful.

"Stay away from me and my family," the man who Charles had tried to save warned, a scowl on his face as Charles' heart broke.

The ground rumbled as the Vesuvius became more and more active, ready to destroy and kill everything around it. Everyone seemed to ignore it — it wasn't the first tremor they felt, but he knew that soon they'd feel the last.

As Charles started getting up, his pride stained by the treatment he received, he felt a hand grab him by the back of his tunic, forcing him up before the same hand grabbed his arm, pulling him quickly through the street until they were in a tight side alley.

There was only so much that Charles could take, and he felt himself grow irritated by how he was being handled. He was a god, after all, and he was about to make sure the person who pulled him to the alley knew that when he saw Erik's face in front of him, stoic as always, although his eyes seemed dark.

"What do you think you're doing?" Erik rasped out, letting go of Charles' arm to glare at him. "You're lucky I found you before the others did."

"Why?" Charles replied stubbornly, almost growling as Erik sighed loudly, too used to that stubbornness to not be surprised. "Would they try to kill me for this?"

"You surely remember Prometheus." Charles winced, even if his anger didn't dissipate. "Don't be a fool, Charles-"

"A fool?" Charles asked, Erik's mouth closing immediately at the way Charles' eyes glared at him. "They are punishing those people for nothing-"

"Those people are disregarding us, or have you forgotten?" Erik spit back, their eyes locked together. "They're doomed, Charles. Accept it."

"You don't believe that," Charles said then, his voice calmer now as he saw Erik's jaw clench at the truth in Charles' words. "Don't forget I know your thoughts, Erik. And I know you."

"You wouldn't let me forget even if I wanted to."

Charles stepped forward then, his hands holding Erik's face as the other god widened his eyes slightly. The last time Charles had seen Erik eye to eye, just the two of them, they had fought — he still remembered the earth shaking around them, the way every human who had the bad luck of being next to them had become disoriented, their minds fogged up by Charles' anger — so the reaction was understandable. Still, Erik didn't pull away.

"You awakened Vesuvius, you can put it to rest. Erik, please-"

"You know I can't." Erik shook his head, his voice almost a whisper, pulling Charles' hands from his face like they burned. "Don't ask that of me. If I disobey the order-"

"Say it was me. Tell them I took hold of your mind and I'll take the punishment."

"And then what, Charles?" Erik loudly asked, Charles' eyes closing as he lowered his head. "You'll be punished and- and taken away from me, and then I'll have to awaken the Vesuvius again, and all that effort will be for nothing."

Charles kneeled on the ground, defeated, as he felt another tremor shaking the ground. He felt Erik moving in front of him, kneeling before he felt Erik's forehead meeting his, blue eyes finally opening to stare at Erik's grey ones. It had been far too long since he last saw them.

"Some are already leaving," Erik's voice was a quiet whisper now as he uttered the words, a secret for only Charles to hear. "The tremors- I'm using them to warn them. The ones who feel them and listen are leaving, there are ships parting from Pompeii and Herculaneum right now. Not all of them will perish."

"But many will," Charles whispered back, feeling and seeing Erik nod shortly, grey eyes clouded.

The next tremor was more violent under Charles' knees, Erik's hands moving to keep him stable. He couldn't help but smile at Erik, albeit sadly, for the insistent tremors.

"Let's get out of here," Erik's hand moved, finger brushing against Charles' chin for a quick second. "I'd rather not see you burning from the heat."

From far away, Charles' eyes watched as the cloud of smoke took over the sky, the minds of all humans fading one by one as the heat wave killed them first, and he could almost hear from where he stood as the Fates cut the threads, the deafening sound of them finally snapping. The ships in the distance were filled with people who mourned the deaths and clamored for safety. Charles sighed, a touch of his mind to theirs filling them with a safe feeling — they'd live, he knew that, and he made sure they felt that too.

By his side, Erik stared at him with a blank expression, even if his mind was a maelstrom of thoughts and emotions. Charles had always been the only one who saw through Erik's stoic face, and maybe that was why he had fallen in love with Erik from the moment he met the other god. Maybe that was why he still loved Erik even after they both had left many, many times, bitter from their fights.

He turned his eyes to look at Erik as well then, unable to smile, Erik's grey's eyes saddening with it.

"For how long will you resent me for this?" Erik asked, his voice unsure.

Charles huffed out amusedly, shaking his head before moving, placing a kiss to Erik's cheek before turning his back to him, walking away.

"I don't resent you," Charles said.

"Liar," Erik quickly responded to that, loud, so Charles would hear. Charles smiled to himself.

"You saved some of them when I couldn't," Charles didn't look back or stopped walking, feeling the gloom in Erik's mind. "That's enough."

"Don't disappear from me again for long, Charles… I barely got you back."

"I won't," Charles said, finally looking back so Erik would see his eyes, so he'd know he wasn't lying. "But, please... Don't follow me. I'll come back to you, my love. I promise you that- but not today, not yet."

As Charles walked away, he felt the earth shaking under his feet again, the Vesuvius exploding once more, eyes moving to that mountain as it reflected his lover's wild mind.

#charles xavier #erik lehnsherr #cherik #xmen #fanfic #au-gust #writing #long post

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ladyearlgreen · 4 years ago

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Circe by Madeline Miller

So one of my aunts (who uh doesn’t really align with me on a lot of topics) gets me a book every year for Christmas. Usually, the books are not anything I am interested in but, this year, she actually made a pretty decent choice! Circe by Madeline Miller is something I’ve been meaning to read ever since it came out in 2018 but I never got around to it (distracted by too many other things, as per usual). Until now.

As you can probably tell by the title, the novel is the story of Circe, the witch of Aiaia (I’m sure she has many titles, but I kinda like this one). I will admit that, despite loving Greek mythology and taking 2 Classics courses in college, I only really knew Circe as the one who turned Odysseus’ men into pigs in The Odyssey (which... I’ve never fully read- we did The Iliad in my Legacies class). It was really fascinating to see all these stories that people know (Prometheus, the Minotaur, Odysseus, etc) through the eyes of another, perhaps more minor, character.

Something I also really enjoyed is seeing the differences between the gods and mortals as well as the differences between Circe and her family. Bit of a disclaimer: these are just some things I thought about while reading the book; I didn’t do any massive research. Also, all page numbers I reference are for the 2020 paperback edition (if anyone cares lol).

The gods have always reminded me of rich people, which I’m sure is not a new idea. Rich people, white people- people who are privileged and like to show off their superiority, their power. This was made very clear (to me, at least) on page 4 in regards to Circe’s father Helios (a Titan who sided with the Olympians) “He believed the world’s natural order was to please him.” Now, I read that line and thought of all the privileged people we see in the news (for example, the orange shitstain now in Florida).

During a conversation with Hermes, Circe says “So this is how Olympians spend their days. Thinking of ways to make men miserable” (page 97). As if mortals were just there for the gods’ entertainment. While I can’t say whether it’s true or not, I sometimes wonder if certain people with massive power and privilege do things just for their own amusement (I can’t think of any specific examples at the top of my head tbqh). There’s also that novelty aspect (“gods love nothing more than novelty” page 5) that Circe occasionally relies on to get one of the gods to listen to her. I’ll probably get into it a bit more later but Circe, to the gods, seems to be more of a mortal than one of their own, despite being the daughter of a Titan and a powerful witch.

The last line I’ll go into a bit for this topic is toward the end (page 328): “Gods pretend to be parents, but they are children, clapping their hands and shouting for more.” Like the lines I mentioned above, this makes me think of those in power who just want to use their power for their own amusement, for attention. Again, I immediately thought of the orange shitstain, who seemed to do what he wanted for his own amusement and, probably more importantly, for more attention. After all, what is the point of power if you don’t remind people of it and what you can do with it?

As I mentioned above, to her family, Circe is an outsider, someone who clearly doesn’t belong. Her voice is often described as “screechy” and “strange” and she is often ridiculed by her family and other gods/nymphs/etc she runs into. It is not until eight chapters in, after she is exiled, that she learns that her voice sounds like a mortal. When I read this, it made me think about those people who are shunned by their family for being other here in the real world: shunned for being queer, shunned for being trans, shunned for not fitting into society’s little boxes, etc. It is mentioned that she will not be feared by mortals as they fear the gods- she is more like them than the divine and superior gods. Not to mention that sorcery, witchcraft is not divine; it is hard work and hard work that Circe is willing to do. She is willing to toil like mortals to have her own power. I don’t think that’s something her family understands.

The very end of the book has two lines which, to me, show how Circe’s grown throughout the book and how her relationship with her divine family has changed. The first is to her father, Helios, when she basically blackmails him into ending her exile: “I will do as I please and when you count your children, leave me out.” (page 361) She has gone from fearing her father and what he could do to her when she was not what he wanted to getting out from an unsupportive and abusive family to go and be who she feels she truly is. And at the very end, she decides to choose that otherness that her family shunned (page 385). “I have a mortal’s voice, let me have the rest.” Well, she was always good at transformation.

I’ll stop here for now. Let me know if you agree, disagree, have more informed opinions on some of the things I’ve written, etc. I might come back to this book again someday and expand on some of some of these thoughts or write down some of the other thoughts I had while reading this- perhaps I’ll just write paragraphs to answer the discussion questions in the back of my copy lol.

#ladyearl reads #circe #circe by madeline miller #i'm going to try to start doing this regularly #the book write ups i mean #read them or don't but i think i'm gonna enjoy it #and i have plenty of books to go through

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kathyprior4200 · 4 years ago

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The Radio Demon’s Guide to the Inferno

(What it says on the back)

“You poor sack of former human skin and sin. You died and are stuck in Hell. Now what? Fear not, for in this book, you shall find the answers to seek on what you need to know to survive the inferno. You’ll learn how to stay safe and entertain yourself during the Extermination. You’ll get a sneak peek on the origins of voodoo, radio, and Jambalaya. And as for becoming a better person and getting out of this mess? You’re probably stuck here forever until you die again, but this book will provide you with handy information and a much needed cure for your boredom!”

*Includes a free pamphlet for the Hazbin Hotel and how to tune in to 66.6 FM.*

About the author: Alastor “Hazbin” Cajun was born January 24, 1896 in New Orleans, Louisiana. He died in 1933 and is now one of the most powerful demons Hell has ever seen. In his spare time, he loves broadcasting his murders on the radio, cooking meals, making dolls, and performing. As of 2020, he is 87 years old in Hell and 124 years chronologically. However, his friend princess Charlie is 200 + years old, despite having the appearance of a teenager!”

This is a story of a book, a book called “The Radio Demon’s Guide to the Inferno”--not an Earth book, never published on Earth, and until the Exterminations occurred, no Earthling has ever heard of it.

It is a remarkable book in Hell, though.

It is highly successful, written by the one and only Radio Demon Alastor. It’s more successful than Angel Dust’s “Guns, and Poses: Turf Wars in Style,” “Lust is a Must,” and “Being Gay in a World of Macho Sinners.” Unfortunately for the following authors, Charlie Magne’s book “Rainbows Inside Everyone” remains one of the lowest ranked books along with Vaggie’s “Men Are Pigs.”

Alastor got his book revised by his associate Niffty and published by Husk (after bribing him with money and booze. Niffty had to help him with the publishing process and stop him from using his money to bet on who would win the local Hellhound races.) Alastor hopes that his book will soon topple Hell’s number one bestseller from the king of Hell: Lucifer Magne’s “Fall From Grace.”

It has many passages that may be inaccurate, and it does warn the reader never to cross said Radio Demon, unless they’re curious about what their organs look like from the outside.

The majority of this story is broadcasted on radio, for if all the info were piled in a book, it’d take several leagues of demons to carry it.

There are many benefits to this book. This book is slightly cheaper than Angel Dust’s works and it has the word “Smile!” written in large friendly letters on the cover. In an old fashioned TV is the number 66, the meaning of life in Hell.

Here’s what “The Radio Demon’s Guide to the Inferno” has to say about Jambalaya: (Page 14)

“Jambalaya is a traditional dish that originated in Louisiana in the 18th century. The dish was a result of attempts to make a variation of paella for Spanish colonists. Although the recipe was adapted by the Spanish, but Senegalese slaves brought the knowledge of rice cultivation form West Africa. German immigrants brought their secrets of sausage making to Cajun country. And one can’t forget the influence of French and Native Americans, whom contributed more flavor. (meaning they likely added peppers and seasoning, not their own flesh).

“Jambalaya consists of rice, sausage, shrimp, and a variety of vegetables mixed together in a tasty gumbo. The ��holy trinity” mixture consists of diced onion, celery, and bell peppers, a necessity for flavor in regards to the traditional method.

Common meats used are smoked pork sausage, paired with chicken, though diced ham, shrimp, crabmeat or crawfish can also be added.

There are two main types of Jambalaya: Red Jambalaya, also known as Creole Jambalaya, due to the use of red tomatoes and Brown Jambalaya, more often used in Cajun country. Both are equally tasty.

Jambalaya is a rice dish, thus it is not a gumbo nor is it etouffee. Gumbo is more like soup and etouffee is more like a stew.

Fun Fact: hunting is a beloved pastime in south Louisiana. It’s not uncommon for hunters to add game like duck, pheasant, and venison to their Jambalaya recipe. (Venison is my personal favorite, especially after a good hunt.) If you really want to go bold, feel free to add small slices of human meat to create a unique lighter pork flavor.)

Do be warned: Jambalaya is no simple dish to make at times. It is a bad idea to add gunpowder and or wasabi to the dish. Doing so will likely result in the dish exploding in your poor mother’s face. Indeed, my mother’s recipe nearly killed her when she drank too much Southern Comfort Whisky ™ and decided that adding gunpowder was a great idea. Her face was burnt badly afterwards and there may have been a few slabs of her dark skin that fell into the dish. When I tasted it, the kick was straight outta Hell! The spice and chaotic spin of flavor…fantastic!”

Here’s how to make it in a nutshell: brown your meat, sautee your vegetables, add rice, add liquid bring to a boil, stir, reduce heat and simmer for 20-25 minutes. Add them all together.

For full instructions, see the next page.

For instructions on how to hunt deer, see page 20.”

Reference:

McCormick, “Jambalaya Recipes, History, and FAQs.”

https://www.mccormick.com/zatarains/jambalaya

Here’s what “The Radio Demon’s Guide to the Inferno” has to say about Voodoo, Hoodoo and dark magic (Page 177)

“According to Benjamin Radford, Voodoo is a pop-culture subpart of Voudon, an Afro-Caribbean religion that originated in Haiti. Followers can be found all over the world, including the United States. Leslie Desmangles, Haitian professor at Hartford’s Trinity College describes Voodoo as a system of ethics, stories, songs, proverbs, and folklore that is passed down through generations. It is an elaborate folk medical practice system and to her, it is a way of life. (“The Encyclopedia of the Paranormal” Prometheus Books, 1996.)

In Voodoo belief, Bondye is the unknowable and the supreme creator God. Voudon emphasizes the worship of spirits called Loa, each one who represents a different aspect of life. Loas can help or impede human affairs by possessing the bodies of their worshippers. They can be good or bad or anywhere in between, so it’s best to always treat them with respect and leave proper offerings (not human sacrifice but more like animals, plants, gems etc.) Spiritual possession in Christianity is considered to be evil, but not in Voudon. In a ceremony guided by a priest or priestess, a connection to the spirit world and the ancestors is said to be an invaluable experience. Many practitioners believe in reincarnation.

Voodoo deities are as follows:

Loa Nations:

Rada – (creation, orderly, beneficial, water spirits)

Petro – (destruction, aggressive, warlike, New World)

Ghede – (spirits of the dead, loud, rude fun family, eating glass and hot peppers)

Kongo – Marinette, Simbi (water serpents, plants, poisons)

Nago – Ogoun –Loa of craftsmen, metalwork

Deities:

Bondye: The creator god in the Voodoo religion and the loa answer to him. The loa serve as intermediaries between man and Bondye.

Papa Legba: Sun god Loa associated with the crossroads and serves as an intermediary between man and the spirit world. In some places, he is seen as a fertility god, portrayed with a large erect phallus. In other customs, he is a trickster, or he may be a protector of children. He is associated with red and black, portrayed as an old man with a straw hat accompanied by a dog. He is always the first god to be invoked in ceremonies.

Kalfu: moon god and ruler of the night. Patron deity of sorcerers, and those who practice black magic. He rules bad luck, destruction, and injustices. His favorite drink is rum laced with gunpowder. He is often seen as a darker version of Papa Legba.

Maman Brigitte: Loa associated with death and the underworld. She is the consort of Baron Samedi and is often represented by a black rooster. She is also considered a goddess of justice. Rum and hot peppers are her favorite diet.

Maman Brigitte is portrayed as a light-skinned woman with red hair, it is said that she could be descended from Brigid, the Celtic goddess of the hearth fires and domestic life.

Baron Samedi: Husband of Maman Brigitte, Baron Samedi is the god of death and is both respected and feared as the keeper of cemeteries. He often appears skeletal, wearing a top hat and formal tails and dark glasses. He is also a god of resurrection; only he can welcome a soul to the realm of the dead.

He is known for lewd behavior, swearing, and mating with other women. He is connected to powerful acts of magic and is the leader of the Guede, the family of loa who work with the dead.

Erzulie: goddess of beauty and love, epitome of femininity and womanhood. She represents the cosmic womb in which divinity and humanity are conceived. Erzulie often grieves that which she cannot obtain, and sometimes leaves a ceremony weeping. She is sometimes represented as a black Madonna and other times as an upper class woman in fine clothing and jewelry.

Her three husbands are the war god Ogun, the sea god Agwe and Damballah. Erzulie feels sadness due to the broken hearts of humans.

Loco: The god of wild vegetation, herbs and fruits for killing or healing. He is also the patron deity of doctors and Voodoo priests. His wife is the market goddess Ayzian (also deity of Voodoo priestesses).

Shango: God of fire, judge, fighter, symbolized by double-axe or ram’s horn.

Ogun: War god Loa associated with blacksmiths, warriors, and justice. Practitioners call upon Ogun for matters related to war and conflict and likes offerings of male roosters and dogs. He is symbolized by an iron knife or machete and has a fondness for pretty women and rum.

Ogun stood as Ghede Nibo’s godfather and adopted him.

Oya: goddess of wind, fire, sea, nature and sudden change.

Damballah: The creator of gods and humanity who helped Bondye make the cosmos and is represented by a giant serpent. His coils shaped the heavens and earth and he is the keeper of knowledge, wisdom, and healing magic. Damballah looks after the crippled, albinos, and children. Erzulie is his consort. He loves silver. His son, Simbi is a white snake god who brings rain.

Ayida: The goddess of the rainbow and primary wife to creator Damballah. The pair manifest as intertwined serpents. Ayida also serves as a fertility goddess. Her favorite offerings are white food. Ayizan, her daughter, is goddess of the marketplace and of initiation into the sacred truths, making her the head Mambo (Voodoo priestess.)

Oshun: One of the Orishas, Oshun is a goddess connected to rivers and water. She is associated with wealth, pleasure, love, beauty, and sexuality. Oshun’s colors are orange and golden yellow, green and coral.

Yemaya: motherly goddess of the sea

Obatala: Goddess of the heavens, personification of creative energy: old with white hair

Agwe: The god of the sea and patron deity of sailors and fishermen. Agwe taught humans how to fish and build boats. He is one of the husbands of the love goddess Erzulie. Agwe is green-eyed and dresses like a naval officer.

Zaca: The god of agriculture and the harvest. He dresses in denims and a straw hat. Zaca smokes a pipe, drinks from bottles of rum and wields a machete.

Marassa: Mawa and Lisa: divine twins: male and female energy, personify sun and moon

Radford states that Roman Catholicism imposed their religious beliefs onto many civilizations, including African slaves. The Africans and African Americans combined Catholicism with their West African beliefs. A 1685 law forbade the practice of African religions in the U.S. In fact, slavery was accepted as a tool to convert Africans to Christianity. In the process, many of their spirits became associated with Christian saints.

Even though slavery ended in the 1800’s, followers of Voudon were still persecuted by authorities, and their religion was demonized. In an 1889 book titled “Hayti, or the Black Republic” (Filiquarian, 2012), Voudon was falsely attributed to cannibalism, human sacrifice, and other atrocities. This helped to spread fear of the religion…portraying certain aspects like voodoo dolls, dark magic, zombies etc. in media and literature. Added onto that, it also strengthened racist stereotypes: African Americans were viewed as “primal,” and “savage,” due to their practices and behaviors as perceived by those outside their culture.

Voodoo has gained more respect in modern times, but all too many people don’t know the truth about it. Even today, many Christians associate Voudon and Voodoo with Satanism and the occult. Interestingly enough, voodoo dolls have little to do with the actual rituals.

Here’s how I found out about Voodoo. It started a long time ago back when I was alive. My mother Loretta was Creole, and her ancestors came from Haiti. She told me that my grandmother Antoinette Duvalier was a powerful Voodoo priestess who once lived in Haiti but immigrated to the U.S. as a slave. Even though she was treated like dirt by the predominant owners and whites, she was well respected by those who knew her. Legend states that she was related to Marie LaLaurie, (1787-1849), New Orleans serial killer, cruel to Creole slaves. In fact, my cousin is Clementine Barnabet, a Louisiana voodoo priestess and serial killer, killed families with an axe.

Needless to say, my mother followed in her footsteps as much as possible. Though during her life, she mostly had to work in low level secretary jobs as women didn’t have many opportunities. She taught me everything there was to know about Voodoo, cooking, singing, sewing, (and yes, cannibalism in dire circumstances, though she didn’t like to talk about that.) She warned me multiple times that magic was, indeed, real, and to never use it for evil. There were “evil” Loas as well as “good” ones. She told me that Voodoo wasn’t about cannibalism or sacrifice.

As you can imagine, I didn’t listen in the long run. For several reasons.

One was my father, Louis. A white, strong man with black hair, a mustache and French heritage. He constantly tried to shove the Bible down my throat. He would whip and abuse me whenever I didn’t meet his expectations of being a man. That bastard would sleep with other women behind my mother’s back but of course, she couldn’t do anything about it.

I was scared of him. I was tempted to cry whenever he would hit her for no apparent reason. But both my parents told me to always smile, so I did. I’ve learned to hide my emotions and keep up a façade ever since. It’s necessary when you’re a radio host by day and a serial killer by night. Nobody would suspect a friendly comedian to be the Bayou Butcher/Louisiana Lunatic of New Orleans. It’s how I managed to get away with my actions for so long until my brutal death by dogs and being shot in the head.

Two was the opportunity for power. I learned that in a hard life of bullying at school, and blatant racism for being of mixed heritage, you take any opportunity that comes your way.

I was so caught up in the prospects of deal making that even I started to believe the cannibalism and misconceptions of Voodoo.

Basically, I came across a Satanic ritual book dropped by a group of imps from Hell on accident. It was in this book that I learned about spells, cannibalism, and black magic. I came upon a passage with instructions on how to gain near unlimited power in the afterlife. I made a deal with Kalfu and the Petro Loas of destruction. (My mother supported the benevolent Rada like I did once.) It was a risky one: to gain such power, I would have to bear witness to at least three deaths, a victim, a loved one…and myself. Turns out it all happened, after I killed many victims in Kalfu’s name, and when I eventually died. My mother died from the Spanish Flu and my father got what he deserved after I tracked him down and tortured him. Strangely enough, whether it’d be guilt or his meat I ate, I felt sick for several days afterwards.

My deal with Kalfu and the dark Loas was how I got my current powers in Hell. You probably noticed my use of blood magic and how red voodoo symbols hover in the air whenever I use my powers. Not to mention me having control over voodoo imps, dolls, and shadow spirits. I am quite powerful, but I can’t use too much at once…it can be very taxing to use dark magic. But that deal was well worth it and now I make deals with other demons around at times. It’s how I got Husk and Niffty on my side…I summon them and they have no choice but to assist me!”

References:

Radford, Benjamin, (2013). “Voodoo: Facts About Misunderstood Religion” LiveScience. https://www.livescience.com/40803-voodoo-facts.html

https://www.white-magic-help.net/About_White_Magic/Voodoo_History_Basic_Principles_Background.html

https://www.learnreligions.com/voodoo-gods-4771674

Here’s what “The Radio Demon’s Guide to the Inferno” has to say about Cannibalism (Page 65)

“Along with deer meat, jambalaya and many other kinds of food, I also have a rare fondness for eating humans and demons. You’re probably thinking: ‘Oh god, how gross and horrible! Who in their right mind would eat their own kind?’

Apparently, there are some tribes and a few cultures in the world that still engage in the practice. Not to mention several killers throughout the years. There are many kinds of animals such as the cane toad and redneck spider, who eat their own kind. Human ancestors have engaged in the act for survival, or ritual purposes. And in Hell, it’s as common as getting into fights with other demons.

In early history of human species, human and Neanderthals coexisted together, interbred, ate together and sometimes ate each other. Homo antecessor, the last common ancestor between Neanderthals and modern humans would often eat rival group members. Early humans in Europe practiced ritual cannibalism.

Around the 12th century, human remains were incorporated into medical practices for remedies. “Corpse medicine” remained in use until the late 18th century. The Aztec and the Inca engaged in cannibalism as part of a sacrificial religious rite. In Germany, some executioners would sell leftover body parts as medicine. Human fat was sold as a remedy for arthritis and broken bones. Apothecaries stored fat, flesh and bone…and let’s not forget that some people eat their own placentas in modern times.

The word “cannibalism” comes from the name that the Spanish gave to the Caribs/Canibales. The Caribs were engaged in anti-colonial battles with European powers…claiming they were cannibals may have been a fear propaganda tactic by the Spanish.

In Montaigne’s late 1500s essay “Of Cannibals,” shows an anthropological record of the Tupi people in what is now Brazil. They would taunt their captives by “entertain[ing] them with threats of their own death.”

In early America, while some Native American tribes practiced cannibalism, some colonists had to resort to it, such as the Jamestown colony in 1610.

But the public commonly associates cannibalism with the Donner-Party, groups of people that were snowbound in the Sierra Mountains in 1846-47.

Famine in the USS in the 1920s and 30s took millions of lives and forced survivors to turn to cannibalism, an event known as the Great Chinese Famine.

In modern times, cannibalism is still an acceptable practice in some tribes in New Guinea, like the Korowai tribe. Until the 1950s, the Fore people ate the bodies of relatives as they believed it would cleanse their spirits.

Also, do not try self-cannibalism…you will die and I will find it hilarious. In fact, eating humans is considered taboo nearly everywhere because eating humans can make you sick. This is especially true if you eat the brain. Eating the brain can cause kuru, a brain disease similar to mad cow disease. Like any kind of meat, human meat much be properly cooked and prepared. But as I’m an undead demon, I can eat myself and others no problem. I don’t really know how I managed to survive when I ate my victims more often when I was human.

There are tons of ways to prepare humans and demons and I have used them all:

Baking in the oven

Grilling

Frying in a pan

Steaming in a pot

Barbeque

Cooking over a fire pit

Chopping them on a board and eating raw pieces

Swallowing whole

References:

Edwards, Phil. (2015) “& Surprising Facts About Cannibalism” Vox. https://www.vox.com/2015/2/17/8052239/cannibalism-surprising-facts

Talal Al-Khatib (May 13, 2015) “Cannibalism: A History of People Who Eat People.” Seeker. https://www.seeker.com/cannibalism-a-history-of-people-who-eat-people-1769840684.html

(Using a website with Vox’s name on it…life is a big slap in the face.)

Here’s what “The Radio Demon’s Guide to the Inferno” has to say about Radio Broadcasting (Page 5)

“Many folks call me the Radio Demon for good reason. One of my signature skills is the ability to broadcast what goes on around me anytime, anywhere. I’ve always loved being on center stage…I was a bit of a theater nut back in primary school. Fun fact: My shadow and I can travel through radios and produce static in the outside world in Hell.

One of the neat things about being a radio host is you can spread news to anyone in different places in the world…and no one even has to see you. In my human life, it provided me with a stable career and something to occupy my mind. My favorite things to talk about were dad jokes, cooking food, singing songs, and of course, murders that had happened. My broadcasts had to go underground when my descriptions of murders became graphic, both when I did them and when other killings were reported on the news.

My career wasn’t easy to start off with…it was quite a competitive business and I was lucky to start off as a janitor and radio repair man for a few years. My dad thought it was a worthless job but my mother supported me all the way. I slowly moved up the ladder, learning more techniques as I went along. Soon, I decided I would start my own show…become self-employed. My career really reached its peak during World War One and the start of the Roaring Twenties. I could describe all the casualties of the war to the public, talk about my own victims to my followers, all while ending with “You’re Never Fully Dressed Without A Smile,” my favorite song! I felt like I was on top of the world…not even my dad nor the ignorant folk could stop me. Like many people during the age of jazz and splendor, I basked in riches, ate good food and drinks…had tons of ladies at my feet. They were good friends, and even better victims! I was never interested in sex and romance…too many messy emotions. I didn’t want to be touched and nor down by anybody. (Thanks a lot, father.)

All this was before the police found me, my show was canceled, and my beloved radios destroyed by those seeking revenge. I smiled, I fell from grace, and I died during the Great Depression. Life really does have a twisted sense of humor.”

Experimental radio broadcasting began at the Metropolitan Opera House in New York City, 1910 with a program made by Lee De Forest. The WWJ Detroit station is considered the first radio station in the U.S. The National Broadcasting Company (NBC) presented the first national broadcast in 1926, when I was in my late twenties. From 1925 to 1950, radios were a major source of family entertainment, where people could listen to music, stories, and the news. The success of NBC brought the Columbia Broadcasting System (CBS) into creation by William Paley.

Some radio stations transmit radio signals using amplitude modulation, which became the term for AM radio. AM broadcasts can be received at long distances, but the signals and sound are affected by static. In contrast, other stations transmit signals using frequency modulation, hence the initial FM. FM waves reproduce sound better.

I died in 1933 when radio was popular. But my rival, Vox (name means Voice in Latin) died in the 1950s, when television was becoming popular. He hosted his own program and did picture shows seemingly all the time. I remember him: tall, white skinned, slick short dark hair, eyes the color of dull metal. He advertised drugs, phones, cars, and a whole bunch of things…he enjoyed money a lot. Anything new he liked, new toys, new tech, new girls, then when they didn’t work, he’d replace them. Made me sick.

In Hell, I confronted him once and told him he was a big showoff. I was quite mad that picture shows took over radio…he even called me an outdated geek with a voice of static! He had this stupid robotic voice that I couldn’t take seriously. When he shot me in the head from behind, I had enough. I held him in place with black tentacles, figuring out how he died. Then I heard someone mention his death…

So…with a loud crash, a large TV appeared out of nowhere and crushed his stupid face. I was doubling over with laughter as I left, he picked himself up and yelled, his screen face all cracked.

So, what should you do in Hell? Listen to the radio, of course! Picture shows are fun as well, but even they can’t beat the classic radio. I know you techno folk flock to TV’s and computers thanks to Vox…both are annoying in my opinion. But radios are a great source of entertainment, especially when I’m on the air. My show starts at 6AM and 6PM every other day at 66.6FM. You can find radios in a whole bunch of stores and at the Hazbin Hotel…and if you’re brave, you can find cursed ones at the Black Market (all owned by me of course). If any demon gives you trouble, you can turn the dials a bit and the radio will either crush them or suck them inside. But be careful…listening for too long may cause you to sing, dance, experience your fears, and stab anyone within six feet of you. I have plenty of radios in my lair in the shadow world beneath Hell, but you’ll never be able to go there. But just say the word and I’ll gladly store your remains in my icebox.”

References:

“Broadcasting: The History of Radio” https://law.jrank.org/pages/4873/Broadcasting-History-Radio.html

Here’s what “The Radio Demon’s Guide to the Inferno” has to say about Sewing Voodoo Dolls (Page 38)

“I have made tons of voodoo dolls both as a human and in Hell. I have my own collection of ones that resemble Charlie, Vaggie, Husk, Niffty and many others. Niffty helps me sometimes after she helps make me more clothes. Don’t tell anyone this, but I secretly snuggle with a doll I made to resemble my mother. She briefly went to Hell in the form of a powerful voodoo deer, but went up to Heaven before I got a chance to see her. It’s been decades.”

Here’s what “The Radio Demon’s Guide to the Inferno” has to say about Jazz (Page 72)

“Music has always held a special place in my heart. Growing up in New Orleans, I was surrounded by jazz, live music, and theater. Playing instruments, singing, dancing, and performing were not just fun pastimes. Doing these hobbies also helped during certain times. Take the Great Depression or the Roaring Twenties or my way to bask in the spotlight as examples. I can play lots of instruments: piano, saxophone, trumpet, violin and furby organ. If you don’t know what that is, it’s an organ made from furry robotic toys made by this “LOOK MUM NO COMPUTER” human.”

According to the National Park Service et al., the early development of jazz (1895) is associated with Charles “Buddy” Bolden, a popular bandleader. Throughout the 19th century, diverse ethnical groups cumulated their cultures and styles together, creating an evolution in music. Musicians of diverse backgrounds were united by their common love of music.

One of my role models was real life Edward “Kid” Ory, a guy who lead his own band at age 14 and entertained dancers. He was the son of a White Frenchman and a Creole Woman of Afro-Spanish and Native American heritage, pretty much like me. I’m surprised we aren’t related. During my human life, I played in bands at Economy Hall, a dance hall that provided social services such as brass band dances for the Black Community. Many well-known jazz stars included real life Louis Armstrong, Joe Oliver, Johnny and Warren Dodds etc. During the Jazz Age in the 1920s, I was quite busy indeed with radio broadcasting career, playing jazz, performing at clubs and killing people on the side in the name of Kalfu and Satan. Music helped me get through the loss of my mother’s death via the Spanish Flu. I did also get my revenge on my father and uncle but that’s a story for another time.”

References:

National Park Service. (2015) A New Orleans Jazz History https://www.nps.gov/jazz/learn/historyculture/jazz_history.htm

Here’s what “The Radio Demon’s Guide to the Inferno” has to say about the Exterminations (Page 665)

“The annual Exterminations sure are fun to watch! It’s the one day out of the year where the dark angels travel from Heaven and into Hell to purge the citizens at random. This is done to reduce the abnormally high population down here. During the 24 hours, I relax in the safety of my lair, occasionally going up to watch the slaughters from inside a building, Niffty and Husk by my side. I broadcast what goes on so other demons can have their share of entertainment. Not only am I in a safe place, but anytime the Exterminators try and surround me, I just tear them to pieces, throw them into portals or just scare them off by staring at them. There is a collection of horned Exterminator heads I have for decoration along my mantle and near the stuffed deer heads on display. Their sinister smiles and Xs over their right eyes adds to the place. Niffty sometimes comes down to my lair to help spruce it up and even when she leaves, a strong spell ensures that she will never tell anyone about its location.”

Someday when I rule Hell, the Exterminators will be the ones who are exterminated. Exterminators carry spears, swords, and harpoons which can kill any demon instantly. So I always try to be careful. I know that some demons can sell them on the black market so they can kill their enemies. I have several of them in a safe to use in emergencies.

What should you do in an Extermination? Stock up and lock up, if you’re smart. Make sure you have plenty of food, drinks and things to keep you entertained during the 24 hours. And be sure to get the stuff early unless you want to fight a dozen sinners for groceries. Exterminators fly in the open, so barricade yourself in a building with few windows and openings. If you’re unlucky enough to be out in the open, run for your life and say your prayers! You will know when it starts by the sounds of air raid sirens. When it is over, Charlie will go out to her balcony and shoot fireworks in the sky, signaling that it’s safe to go out. Feel free to fight for territory, sing, grab a drink or feast on the deceased…but get in my way and you’ll regret it.”

Here’s what “The Radio Demon’s Guide to the Inferno” has to say about Taking Over Territory (Page 187)

“When I first came to Hell, I was filled with bloodlust and dark power. Excited to be granted a new form by the shadow spirits, Satan and the Loas, I took full advantage. I toppled overlords who had ruled for centuries, and I broadcast my carnage and victories. I defeated that snake lord guy and grew my supernatural army. Many of the previous overlords didn’t have much magical power or they were easily fooled by my speeches and schemes.

But I knew that just having shadows at my beck and call weren’t enough. I needed corporeal demons to do my deeds as well. Thus I made deals with Husk, Niffty, and several others. Niffty admired me and my powers the moment I summoned her from the flames of the burning lake and into a fireplace at the hotel. She was happy to be free from the fires. My appearance and charming nature had her blushing and flustered. I told her she can do the things she enjoys: cooking, cleaning, sewing, reading and writing. Husk was more reluctant to serve me but I bribed him with money and booze… promising him “wealth and true love.” Both are beneficial: Niffty is quick on her feet and Husk is strong and good at gambling. Oh, it sure is fun to mess around with them.

Additionally, I spend time with my dear friend and performer Mimzy and Rosie, a fellow overlord. All three of us are pretty close. The demons know that I’ve conquered a territory by the presence of tall radio towers nearby. Or whenever some demons go to a certain area, they encounter some voodoo creatures and shadows who warn them to stay away.”

How do you take over territory? Choose your battles well. Don’t rush into a fight thinking you can win. Gather allies or if you’re powerful enough, just rely on yourself. The time right after the Extermination is the ideal time to claim land since many demons have perished. It’s also when many other demons fight over different areas. It’s fun to hear about it on the picture shows, especially when I’m mentioned.”

Here’s what “The Radio Demon’s Guide to the Inferno” has to say about Asexuality (Page 221)

“Some of you may or may not know this, but I’m asexual and aromantic. I’m not interested in sex nor romantic relationships with either men or women. Many of you fans have shipped me with Charlie and Angel and pretty much every other demon in Hell. Tell me mortals…why in the nine circles would I ever be into my rival Vox, or a pathetic loner scientist…or Hell forbid, Lucifer? Charlie is a lovely lady and a good friend, but if she’s no use to me for my plans in the long run, then she’s not worth it. And Angel…he’s alright, if not annoying and clingy. He invades my personal space and I certainly do not want to know what goes on in his perverted head. I’d rather get shot a dozen times than allow Angel to lay his hands on me (who knows where they’ve been). I don’t really love anyone, save for myself and my mama. It’s just the way I am.

In my time, sexuality terms did not exist. Anyone with an abnormal obsession with the opposite sex was called heterosexual. And homosexual was a derogatory term for those who were outside the norm in regards to sexuality. It was bad enough that my father and uncle chided me for not being into girls and sex like a “real man” should. The thought of merging my body with someone else’s was gross. I invade personal space, but I feel repulsed when other’s touch me…it’s like I’m not in control in the situation. Plus, even if I wanted to have sex, there’s no point as sinners can’t reproduce down here. And I don’t like to be tied down…having to accommodate my needs for someone. Aside from dancing, having the occasional dinner with someone nice, there are better things to do in my time than typical romantic antics. I learned very early on in my life that the only person I could really trust was myself…Alastor. It wasn’t hard to put up a charming exterior to make many women fall for me…including my dear friend Mimzy. The other women and men who stayed around for a while got tied up in my basement and screamed as I stabbed them and split their throats. Hey, you never know who will come into your life.”

Asexuality is defined as a lack of sexual attraction. Asexuals are not sexually attracted to anyone. Those who are aromantic are not romantically attracted to anyone. However, like sexual individuals, asexuals are different and have their own needs and levels of comfort. Some asexuals might be romantically attracted to males, females, or both. Others might desire intimacy and many are in relationships with asexuals and sexual individuals. Sadly, many asexuals feel broken and out of place due to cultural portrayals of sexuality in the media and other institutions.

References:

https://lgbt.williams.edu/homepage/10-things-you-need-to-know-about-asexuality/

Asexuality Visibility and Education Network. https://www.asexuality.org/

#hazbinhotel #alastor #the radio demon #radiodemon

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fracturedmotivationwriting · 4 years ago

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When Prometheus mentioned she was getting coffee with Pollux, Ambrose was a bit shocked -- thrilled, but shocked. Ambrose had been fully prepared to have to concoct an elaborate plan with Datura to trick the two into getting back together. But maybe the couple wasn't as hopeless as he had thought.

Still, he couldn't trust them not to mess this up.

So while Prom and Pollux sat two tables away, Ambrose was hiding in plain sight, carefully spying on their coffee date. Thankfully, disguises were pretty easy for him, being a shapeshifting demon and all. Rather than coming up with an entirely new look, however, Ambrose opted for his go-to female form, Amber.

Amber had only dawned this appearance twice in front of the witches, and both had been early in their relationship, so she was hoping the couple wouldn't recognize her immediately. Her plan seemed to be working. The two were completely oblivious that the blonde beauty two tables down from them was their roommate, carefully watching them over the top of Pride and Prejudice. But with the amount the two refused to look at each other in the eye for more than three seconds, Amber was a little surprised they hadn't noticed her. Their conversation wasn't faring much better than the eye contact.

"So how's the book so far?" Prom spoke up finally after a few beats of awkward silence. Pollux fiddled with the coffee cup in his hands.

"Haven't gotten much time to read it," Pollux chuckled. "You only gave it to me yesterday, and I was busy helping Datura test some new recipes last night."

"Oh," Prom replied, deflating a bit at the response. Clearly, she had been hoping they could throw themselves into talk about the book to start the conversation. This was not going how she had planned. It was almost painful for Amber to watch.

"What recipes?" She asked, her eyes shining brightly again like a lightbulb went off in her head. It was sad, really, how these two latched on so hopefully to the small questions. They so desperately wanted to communicate, to get past their 'rough patch,' that they were grasping at straws to continue conversation.

Pollux looked around a bit suspiciously, before leaning just a bit closer to Prometheus. Amber could see the hopeful look in the witch's eyes, the happiness that crossed her features at having Pollux just a little bit closer. But it wasn't for any of the reasons the girl probably thought. Pollux was just making it easier for him to whisper so the surrounding humans couldn't hear. Thankfully, Amber was pretty good at reading lips so this didn't hinder her spying in the slightest.

"We're still working on turning some of those potions in her grimoire into joints, so we were trying to test some replacement ingredients last night," he whispered (at least, Amber was 98% sure that was what he was whispering). "It was a little hard to test some though, cause we were trying to use mice as test subjects instead of ourselves. Obviously, we didn't want to create any unseemly side effects on ourselves."

"But mice can be tricky to translate into human reactions to magic," Prometheus concluded for him.

Pollux nodded, leaning back again. Amber noticed the slight sag of Prometheus' shoulders at the action. She felt bad for her. To have the love of her life so close, but still so far away.

"Yeah, just like in science, experimental reactions in the mice can only translate so far into humans," Pollux agreed. "But some of them looked hopeful. We're going to try and get some monkeys to test them on next."

Prom let a small smile grace her features. It was weak, still hesitant around him, but it was a start. Amber could see in Pollux's eyes that even that small smile was giving him hope too. The couple still had a ways to go in their renewed relationship, but at least they both were holding onto hope. Even if they were blind to each other's love and hope still.

"Sounds great, Pol," she assured him, her hand moving to grab his on the table.

Halfway there, though she stopped. Her hand hung briefly in the air before she brought it back to push a strand of hair out of her face. Amber noted the sad look that crossed Pollux's face before determination set into his eyes. The warlock reached across the table as Prometheus brought her hand back to her cup. He had to lean forward a bit, but he grabbed her hand and held it steady on the table top. The two stared at each other in the eyes for a few heartbeats. Amber could practically feel the tension between them from her table. It was just holding hands, but that was way more than the two had done in a very long time. And judging from the timid smiles on both of their faces, it was a big step forward for them.

"So how is it having your brother back?" Pollux changed the subject, still holding onto her hand but settling back into his seat casually. "And having to live with both him and Ambrose?"

Prom let out a small chuckled, glancing down at their intertwined hands with a small smile. Amber could almost puke from how sweet they were being. What happened to the hardcore witches that had summoned her out of hell? Besides having a demon seduce and lure their human friend into magic, almost to the point where she sacrificed a human life to become a demon, only to have them have to banish her to hell and force the soul of a dead brother into the sacrificed body of warlock in their makeshift coven... Okay, Amber understood why they were a little less hardcore now. At least, with each other. She was also feeling a little less hardcore.

"It's interesting," Prom shrugged. "It's not like Greg and I have to get to know each other, since he's been following me for years, but it's different now that he's here."

"How's he adjusting?"

"Not very well. He's not used to be so weak. He keeps trying to do things that used to be so easy, but now..."

"He's having some trouble," Pollux finished, a small frown on his face. "I can't imagine what that must be like."

Prom nodded, a similar sad look crossing her face. The two seemed to be deep in thoughts for a moment, worried over Greg. Amber couldn't believe that they had let this conversation into their second first-date. It was totally ruining the mood.

"He'll grow stronger," Pollux reassured her after a moment, giving her hand a small squeeze. The action brought Prom's eyes back to his.

"It'll take some time and some practice, and maybe some magical intervention, but he'll get stronger. Maybe Datura and I can look into some remedies to help. We'll stick with drinking potions though. No reason to give your brother the idea that we allow all kinds of smoking."

Prom let out a small chuckle, the mood between the couple lightening once again. Amber let out a small sigh of relief. She was worried that detour in conversation would ruin the whole date.

"Of course, just the magic kind," she conceded. "And only after Datura's made and tested the joints. And only under my supervision."

"We should get him out of the house," Pollux suggested. "He's going to have to see the world outside your living room. Get comfortable with college life. Learn how to act like he's not still sixteen."

Prom nodded, giving the suggestion some thought.

"As much as I don't like the idea of taking him to a party, Datura did mention that there's one going on this weekend. Might be a good place to start," she murmured. Pollux nodded, giving her hand another reassuring squeeze.

"We'll keep an eye on him, make sure he doesn't get into any trouble. But it'll be good for him to get out."

The two continued to talk, conversation flowing much more easier now that they had broken through the ice. It was almost like old times, Amber thought. Sure, there was still some tension and hesitation coming from them, but they were starting to talk and behave much like they did when they would eat dinner at the table in their apartment. It was sweet. They didn't let go of each other's hand until Prom excused herself to the bathroom. Amber felt herself panic for a moment as Prom walked straight towards her. The witch, however, walked right past. Amber almost let out a sigh of relief.

It would have been too soon.

Prom took a few steps back. She looked confused, then shocked, then angry as she stared Amber in the eye.

"What are you doing here?" She hissed, trapping Amber in her spot with a hand on the table and the grip on her chair. Amber let out an airy chuckle.

"Oh, just getting some coffee," she shrugged innocently. "Reading Wuthering Heights for class."

"That's Pride and Prejudice," Prom deadpanned, grabbing the book from the demon's hands.

"Okay, so I was using the book to hide my face so I could spy on your date," Amber admitted, smiling sheepishly.

"Obviously," Prom sighed. She opened her mouth to say more -- presumably to scold Amber for invading her privacy and to tell her to get lost -- but that's when Pollux stepped in. He had seen Prom do a double take before stopping to talk to some girl. Because she had been blocking his view at first, it had taken Pollux a moment before realizing that it wasn't just some girl, but his least favorite demon.

"What do you think you're doing here, Ambro- Amber?" Pollux questioned, arms crossed as he stood behind Prom.

"I just went over this with your girlfriend, I was obviously spying on you two," Amber sighed dramatically. Both witches ignored the term 'girlfriend' as their glares become more intense.

"Get out of here before I make a scene punching a woman," he instructed. "Or I will tell Datura that you at her last banana muffin this morning when you came to study."

Amber grumbled something incoherently under her breath (mostly insults about the warlock and how she hadn't known she'd been saving that muffin as a treat for after her test). But she stood up, sliding the book into her bag and looking disappointedly at the couple before her.

"Y'know, I was only spying for your own good," she argued as she walked away. "Someone needed to keep an eye on your first date to make sure you didn't mess it up."

"This is hardly our first date," Pollux snorted.

"And we don't need a babysitter!" Prom exclaimed indignantly.

Amber didn't dignify them with another response as she left the small cafe, waving goodbye while simultaneously flicking off the soon-to-be-happy-again couple. They wouldn't be mad at her once they were back together. They just needed someone to make sure they actually got that far. Maybe Amber would keep that backup plan of scheming with Datura just in case.

#witches and ghosts and demons oh my #some prom and pollux #amber spying on them #title: ambrose becomes a spy

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purplepatton · 5 years ago

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a modern prometheus - chapter one

description: A large figure was standing at the foot of his bed. It towered above him, head brushing up against the ceiling. The figure noticed Logan’s movements, and it bent down, as if trying to get a closer look at him. Logan’s throat closed up as he recognized the figure for what it was. It was the creature—the one he had left lying in the lab with as much life in it as a rock. And here it was now, eyes an odd yellow color in the half life. Its mouth was twisted up in an odd grimace. It almost looked like it was attempting to smile. (OR: logan discovers the secret to life and decides the best course of action is to create his own human)

warnings: dicussions of death, bodies and slight body horror (nothing graphic)

notes: i present the frankenstein au that nobody asked for! it’s spooky month, so of course i have to adapt my favorite horror story to my favorite fandom!! i mostly wrote this because logan sanders is ten times the man victor frankenstein could ever be lol. there’s going to be three chapters, and hopefully it should be done by halloween!! i really hope you like this first chapter!! i also want to give a big shout out to the wonderful @nobody-is-evil who beta’ed this chapter,, thank you so much!!!

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Logan was, by birth, Genevese.

This isn’t a particularly important fact, but it does paint a picture into the way Logan was raised. Imagine, if you will, a cottage on a humble piece of land. Beyond the fence that does little to dictate borders, rolling hills slope away as far as the eye can see. To the right, a large lake where Logan spent many a day sailing with his brother, Patton, and his childhood friend, Roman, by his side. Down to the left, a barely paved road that leads into a respectable sized village where everyone knows each other.

It should be pointed out that in technical terms, Patton was only Logan’s brother by mere association. No blood was shared between the two boys; Patton was brought into the family when Logan was five and Patton was four. Patton had been treated rather cruelly by his aunt, who had been tasked with his upbringing when his mother died, and when Logan’s mother had found out about the situation, she immediately volunteered to take over Patton’s well being. Logan, who was only five and understandably didn’t comprehend the difference between biological and adoption, took Patton under his wing as only an older brother could do.

He even missed Roman, a fact that took Logan by surprise. Roman had lived in the town nearby Logan’s home, and even to this day Logan still didn’t know how he and Roman became acquainted. From the beginning, Roman was loud and obnoxious. He had gotten into his head that he was a knight, that kind that populate the pages of the fantastical and romantic books he was always reading. He would do his best to rope Patton and Logan into performing plays with him, acting out adventures involving knights and damsels in distress and, often at the request of Patton, dragons. Logan would rather have done a great many other things than play along, but he secretly enjoyed Roman’s talent for weaving stories.

The time not spent with Roman and Patton (or with his nose deep in a book) was occupied by wandering the fields around the cottage. Nature was something that had always fascinated Logan—he admired the way it was resilient against all odds. Plants died and came back each year, animals ventured into places of danger just to get food.

Logan loved nature, and he had notebooks filled with notes and observations about anything and everything.

It’s this love of nature that leads Logan to the works of Cornelius Agrippa, and then later on Paraulus and Albertus Magnus. Each philosopher has their own ideas on what they call “natural science”, and while Logan is sceptical about some of their ideas, he does admit that it’s all rather interesting.

He asked his father about the philosophers one day. His father took one look at the covers of the books Logan held in his arms, shook his head, and said, “Don’t waste your time on these, Logan. Those books are nothing but trash.”

What Logan’s father should have explained was that Agrippa’s theories had been long since disproven, and that modern science had advanced further than any of the philosophers Logan was reading could ever imagine. But he didn’t say any of that, and so Logan continued to read and absorb every bit of information about natural science that he could.

He was fifteen when his mother died. The sickness struck out of nowhere, taking his mother in the blink of an eye. Nothing could be done to save her, no matter how hard the doctors tried, and her loss hit the family like a ton of bricks. Logan locked himself in his room for a week, refusing to speak to anyone who came knocking at his door. When he finally emerged from his room, eyes red and puffy, he continued to hold his silence on the matter.

The death of his mother followed him around wherever he went, unable to be shaken off.

Two years later, his father sent him off to college. Logan had been going to different schools in Geneva, but his father found the university of Ingolstadt and decided that it could offer Logan the chance to learn about life outside his own little world.

Logan could hardly wait to go.

Patton was excited for Logan, but he couldn’t help but be a little upset as well. He and Logan had always been together as children, and this would be the first time they would be apart for longer than a day.

“Be sure to write every day,” he told Logan on the day he left for university, clinging to Logan’s hand as if he wanted to make sure that Logan was really there.

“I will,” Logan promised, squeezing Patton’s hand gently.

“I expect letters too,” Roman said, hitting Logan on the back in what was supposed to be a friendly gesture, but really just made Logan stumble forward.

Logan knew for a fact that Roman would be sending him letters comprised of all the “adventures” he and Patton would take in his absence. The thought stung a little, although Logan would never admit to it. He had a reputation to uphold, after all.

The journey to Ingolstadt was long, and Logan’s only company came in the form of his books and his thoughts. The carriage driver didn’t talk to him at all throughout the trip, much to his disappointment, and so Logan filled his time with writing letters and rereading the books he shoved into his bags before he left. Logan was relieved when he finally saw the buildings that made up the city of Ingolstadt. He was never going to spend that amount of time in a carriage ever again if he could help it.

As soon as the carriage stopped, Logan was shown into an apartment that his father had rented out for him. It was rather nice, with two rooms—a bedroom and what looked like a sitting room. As soon as he saw it, Logan began to plan out all the ways he could convert the room into a makeshift lab. He wasted no time unpacking and getting to work making the apartment his own.

The next day, Logan went out to meet the professors he would be studying under. The first one he met was Professor Aisling, who taught natural philosophy. He was a rather laid back man, always with a drink in hand, and the two talked at length. Aisling asked Logan a lot of different questions, such as why Logan was interested in the natural sciences and different works he had read.

It’s during this conversation that Logan casually admit that he’s mostly read Agrippa and the like, rather than the newer works in the scientific world. He didn’t think too much of that, but the statement gave Aisling pause.

“You’ve really spent your time reading that?” he asked, leaning back slowly in his chair and giving Logan a look of disbelief.

“Yes?” Logan said, not sure how his reading habits could have confused the man so greatly.

Aisling rolled his eyes and took a long drink from his mug before answering. “I hope you realized that you wasted your time with those books,” he said matter-of-factly, pinning Logan with a frown. “You could have studied today’s greatest scientific discoveries, and what did you do? Read about a science that has been disproven over and over again.”

Logan was suddenly reminded of his father, and the disdain he held for those books all those years ago.

Shaking his head, Aisling scribbled down a list of books and shoved the paper at Logan. “Here. You’ll need to read all of these if you want to be caught up with where we are in class.” And with that, he ushered Logan out of his office and closed the door before Logan can get a word in edgewise.

Logan decided right then and there that he hates Aisling. The man hardly gave him a chance to defend himself, and his haste to brush aside the philosopher's Logan spent years reading leaves a bad taste in Logan’s mouth. Of course he knew most of those ideas aren’t one hundred percent scientifically sound, but Aisling made it seem like Logan was stupid for reading them.

There’s another professor of natural science, Professor Picani, but Logan doesn’t get the chance to meet him before classes start. The first time he sees Picani is during a lecture. Logan doesn’t expect much - he’s still skeptical after the way Aisling acted, but he’s willing to at least give Picani a try.

The first thing that Logan noticed about Picani is that he was so excited about everything. He all but bounced into the room and gifted every single person sitting down with a dazzling grin. He started off with a warm welcome, as if they were already close friends, and then launched into his lecture. It’s mostly an overview of modern natural science, with terms and explanations, but it’s the end of the lecture that draws Logan’s attention.

“Science,” Picani said, hands waving animatedly, “is a constantly changing field. We know things today that scientists years ago could never have dreamed of! Every day is an opportunity for growth! And we have to remember that without the philosophers and scientists of the past, we never would have been able to reach the levels of knowledge that we have today.”

After hearing Picani talk so enthusiastically about the philosophers that Aisling had flatly insulted, Logan started to feel much better about his place at the college. After the lecture, he went up and introduced himself to Picani.

They go through the same questions Aisling asked, with Logan telling Picani why he’s studying natural science and the like. But when Picani hears about what Logan had read in the past, he seemed delighted to learn that Logan was so familiar with Agrippa.

“They’re the reason we can do what we do today, you know,” he said, inviting Logan into his office. It’s a warm and inviting place, walls painted a cheery color and bookshelves stuffed to the brim. “They laid the groundworks and let us study the world more in-depth.”

Logan felt like a weight was being lifted off of his shoulders. He began to ask questions about Picani’s lectures and if Picani has any books he recommends Logan read to help him in his studies?

Pushing a cup of tea into Logan’s hands, Pianci beamed at him. He seemed happy to answer all of Logan’s questions. He got slightly sidetracked when he began to ramble on about all of his favorite books, and he makes Logan a list as he goes along. He also took Logan into the lab right off his office and gave him a tour, pointing out each instrument and explaining their uses. Logan took it all in with wide eyes and tried to commit everything to memory.

The night left Logan with a lengthy list of books to read and an open invitation to Picani’s office if he ever needs anything. “You’re going to do great!” Picini promised him when Logan leaves.

The semester started soon after, and Logan threw himself into his studies with fervor. His days bled into his nights, and all his time became consumed by his studies.

When he managed to pull himself away from his work, he wrote letters to Patton and Roman. They’re usually just responses to whatever they sent him previously. Logan’s letters could be longer; he writes brief overviews of his work and answers any questions they send his way, but that’s about it. Sometimes he feels guilty, like he’s neglecting them, but then he’ll get distracted and that particular worry gets pushed to the back of his mind.

He kept every letter he gets. Patton’s detail each daily activity, from the walks he took into town to the latest thing he baked. Roman’s are filled with stories he would normally have Logan act out with him; Roman seemed to be determined that the distance between them isn’t stopping Logan from having to hear about his latest fantasy.

Whenever Logan felt lonely or discouraged, he pulled out the letters and read them over and over again until he feels better.

It was sometime later during his studies that Logan became interested in the human body. Anatomy in itself is a complex science, but the question that plagues Logan’s mind is the idea of life.

What causes life? What exactly lead living things to breathe, to walk around and have ideas of their own?

It’s something that scientists and philosophers had questioned for as long as the world existed, but no one had ever found the answer. It’s one of the greatest mysteries of nature, and most people have accepted it at face value, not bothering to wonder too deeply why exactly it occurred.

Logan wasn’t one to let things lie, and he’d be damned if he let the question go unanswered.

Of course, before he can really determine what caused life, he had to understand what takes it away. Anatomy became his newest area of study. He frequented mortuaries throughout the city and observed exactly how bodies decay over time.

He doesn’t mention this part of his studies in his letters to Roman and Patton; he knew it would only upset them. They were both fascinated with superstition, stories told in the dark with the intent of sparking fear in the heart of the listener. Logan, on the other hand, never paid any attention to these stories, and so the nature of his work wasn’t clouded by fear. He approached every case with logic and logic alone, not allowing his emotions to get in the way.

His days were spent in a haze. All his other studies were left to the wayside. What importance were they? Logan was trying to figure out the great mysteries of the universe; essays on different historical figures could wait.

Logan couldn’t say for sure how long he worked like this, days bleeding into nights with little time for sleep or food, but then it changes. One minute he’s paging through a book Picani had given him, and the next he’s hit with an Idea.

It’s a capital-I Idea that is so earth shattering that Logan drops everything he’s holding and lunges for his notebook, immediately scribbling it down so that he’ll remember it.

When everything is said and done, Logan will be asked how he managed to find the answer to the spark of life. And Logan won’t have an answer. It’s only through extreme sleep deprivation and sheer will alone, he’ll say later, that he was able to succeed in his experiment.

But that’s later, when Logan’s had time to reflect. For now, Logan is so entirely convinced of his genius that he’s certain nothing could go wrong.

Logan’s Idea, in short, is how to bring life to something that dies. Any sane person would recognize the fact that bringing things back from the dead is impossible; it goes against nature and anyone who thinks they can is just kidding themselves. But Logan wasn’t exactly in his right mind, which might explain how he is able to twist the laws of nature to his will without even trying.

He decided that the best way to go about proving his hypothesis was to create his own body. He could technically find a body to use, but something about that felt wrong. Logan refused to dig up any graves or sneak into any mortuaries to steal a body. He may have been tampering with the fabric of nature, but he had standards.

So Logan decided that he’ll make his own human. And it’s here that Logan encountered his first problem.

Human beings are complex, filled with delicate veins and organs that are woven so intrinsically through one another that the slightest mistake could spell disaster. Logan knew all this too well, evidenced from the anatomical maps he spent months hunched over by candlelight. Logan’s hands are sturdy, but he isn’t perfect.

His solution is to just make a bigger human. This way, he reasoned, everything would be on a bigger scale and there would be less room for error. Did that make any sense? Of course not. But Logan was busy trying to create life itself, and didn’t bother wasting time by wondering if his actions made sense.

Getting the parts required for the completion of this project was difficult, to say the least. Logan tried his best and tried to keep the parts consistent throughout. It didn’t always work, and Logan learned early on that beggars can’t be choosers. He took what he can get, whenever he can get it, and tried his best not to get caught.

It’s slow going, but eventually Logan gathered enough supplies to form a fully functioning human body. He kept everything in the back room of his apartment, which he had finished converting into a lab ages ago. The body lay on a table in the middle of the room.

Logan thought it was beautiful. Most people would disagree.

It was a dark and stormy night when Logan put the next stage of the plan into action. The body was prepped and all the instruments Logan gathered had been switched on, humming with energy. He himself is scribbling down notes in his notebook, muttering to himself every now and then. Everything had to be perfect. This had to work.

The most important part of the set up was the lightning rod, which was hooked up to the body with wires that run and twist across the floor. Logan set the whole thing up himself, climbing out of the window with armfuls of wires and balancing precariously over the city. Electricity was the key to this whole experiment, and with this device he could harness it to give life to his creation.

With each strike of lightning, Logan could feel his excitement rising. He was hovering over the edge of a groundbreaking scientific discovery. If he could only prove his theory to be correct, if he could get the body’s heart pumping, he could change history as the world knew it. The world of science would explode and, thanks to him, humans could discover a cure to death.

Logan glanced quickly at the clock mounted on the wall, noting the time. The storm raged around the apartment; at any moment the lightning would strike the rod, and Logan would find out if his calculations were correct.

Any moment now.

And then it happens. A bolt of lightning struck the rod in a violent crackle of energy, sending sparks flying into the air. The electricity raced through the wires and into the body.

It’s like an explosion went off. The body arched up into the air, electricity coursing through its veins. Thunder cracks over the building like a gunshot, rattling the windows with enough force that Logan feared they’d shatter. He cried out, fear and excitement mixing into one another.

But as soon as it started, it was over. The body sagged back to the table, the blue sparks that had been surrounding it fading away. Silence settled over the lab, heavy and all encompassing. Logan waited with bated breath, wide eyes watching the body and shaking hands clutching his notebook like a lifeline.

And then the body took in a breath.

As quickly as he could, Logan flew to the body’s side, notebook abandoned on the floor in his haste. He fumbled for the body’s wrist and pressed down, searching for a pulse. For a moment he couldn’t locate it, and panic started to settle into him. Had he been mistaken about the breath? But then he felt the heartbeat pulse against his fingers and he nearly sobbed with relief. It was weak, only fifty-six beats per minute, but it’s there. It worked.

“I did it.” He whispered to himself, tears blurring his vision. He created life. He was right. He’s dizzy with joy, and his mind began to race, thinking of all the ways he could break this news to the world.

The body’s ragged breathing drew Logan’s attention back to the present. The breaths were few and far between, and they sounded painful. The body’s eyes seemed to be moving sluggishly beneath the lids. When Logan checked the pulse again, he found that it dropped down to thirty-two beats per minute.

“Come on,” Logan said, louder now, talking to the body—talking to the new life he’s created. “You can do it. You’re alive! Just keep breathing, come on.”

He kept talking, alternating between encouragement and outright begging. He needed this to work; he needed this new creature to open its eyes and sit up and prove that Logan was right. Logan talked for the better part of an hour until his voice cracked with overuse, trying his best to keep the creature alive, but it’s no use. The creature’s pulse slips away and its breathing stops altogether.

Tears slid down Logan’s cheeks, but now for an entirely different reason. He was so close. He was right there, had gotten the heart and lungs to start working and then had fallen short. Why did he think he could do this?

Logan drops the creature’s wrist and stumbleed away from the table. The adrenaline that was driving him for the past few weeks ebbs away, leaving bone weary exhaustion in its place.

Something had obviously gone wrong, but at the moment Logan had no idea what it could be. He needed to go over his notes, to review every little step in an attempt to find what exactly could have caused this experiment to fail.

But right now he needed to sleep.

Collapsing into his bed is a welcome relief. Logan can’t remember the last time he’d gotten a proper night sleep; he’d been so consumed by his experiment that there really wasn’t much time for anything else.

He’s asleep as soon as his head hits the pillow.

Logan wasn’t sure how long he slept. It could have been a few minutes, or several hours. All he knew was that the next time he woke up, light was beginning to filter in through the window, casting the corners of the room into shadow.

He rubbed his eyes tiredly. He had forgotten to take his glasses off before he fell asleep, and they hung awkwardly off his face. Adjusting them, he unconsciously glanced around the room—and froze.

A large figure was standing at the foot of his bed. It towered above him, head brushing up against the ceiling. The figure noticed Logan’s movements, and it bent down, as if trying to get a closer look at him.

Logan’s throat closed up as he recognized the figure for what it was. It was the creature—the one he had left lying in the lab with as much life in it as a rock. And here it was now, eyes an odd yellow color in the half life. Its mouth was twisted up in an odd grimace. It almost looked like it was attempting to smile.

Logan gaped up at the creature in disbelief. The creature tilted its head and made an odd, garbled noise.

“Hello,” Logan said weakly, fluttering his fingers weakly up at the creature.

And then he promptly passed out.

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absinthc-blog · 5 years ago

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( kim seokjin, cismale, he/him, 26. ) — CHOI MINWOO, better known to the authorities as PROMETHEUS, has been working for the kumiho for around SEVEN YEARS as a COORDINATOR. rumor has it, they can be ADAPTABLE & CONCILIATORY but also HAUGHTY & MATERIALISTIC which is why crystal champagne flutes, black cards, cigar smoke, and tailored suits makes me think of them.

okay first and foremost i want to say a genuine THANK YOU to each and every one of you for showing interest in this group ! truly, it's been my baby for a while now & i'm so glad i was able to ( with help from ness, obviously ) bring it back for all of us to enjoy ! words can't express how grateful i am for all of you & for the out pour of love and support we've received for kumiho ! now... onto the usual intro stuff !

hello, i'm gem, i'm 21+, i go by she / her pronouns and i live in the cst timezone ! i absolutely love pain, angst & ruining my characters lives. i also tend to use memes all the time so if we're talking.. just prepare for memeage. also a fun fact that literally know one asked for but i'm giving it to you anyways: i cried the first time i ever saw a corgi in real life & proceeded to run across a busy street to be able to pet it ! ��okay now for real, onto the things you're really here for !

this dude right here is minwoo, he's a tiny bit of a trashy mess but honestly i can't seem to play characters that aren't a mess ? his backstory is still a work in progress, but below the cut is basic stats / bullet proof bio / personality traits / basic wanted plots & a few more random things !

if you'd like to plot, feel free to add me on discord ( 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒾 𝕆𝕆𝔽.#9330 ), im me or SMASH that little heart button & i'll come to you !

GENERAL INFORMATION.

full name: choi minwoo. nickname(s): min, woo, minnie. date of birth: tbd. age: twenty-five. nationality: korean. spoken languages: korean, english, chinese, japanese, thai, french, spanish, german & russian. gender: cismale. pronouns: he / him / his. sexuality: bisexual. faceclaim: kim seokjin ( jin ) of bts. BACKGROUND. hometown: daegu, south korea. current residence: seoul, south korea. financial status: upper class. occupation: coordinator. family connections: tbd.

EXTRA INFORMATION.

myers briggs: entp-a. ( the debater. ) enneagram: seven. ( the enthusiast. ) temperament: choleric. moral aligment: neutral evil. hogwarts house: slytherin. sin: gluttony. virtue: pride. zodiac: tbd. element: fire.

BIOGRAPHY.

born and raised in daegu, south korea.

parents were both incredibly well known. one being a lawyer, one being a ceo of a multi-million dollar corporation.

they weren't around a lot due to how busy their schedule was, so minwoo was mostly raised by the nannies / maids that were always around.

there was a tiny bit of resentment that minwoo held towards his parents for never being around that he'd take that out on the nannies, so much so they had a hard time keeping a full-time nanny hired. they'd constantly quit their jobs due to how minwoo treated them.

after a while, though, the choi's were able to find one nanny in particular that didn't take minwoo's attitude personally & didn't allow it to effect their job. in fact, they started to reprimand min for the way he was acting out.

at first, of course, minwoo didn't take well to that at all. he got more angry, started getting more of an attitude. but after a while, he grew tired of it.. finally breaking down & it was then that the nanny figured out why he was lashing out at every person that happened to be doing the job his parents were supposed to be.

minwoo started to calm down after that day, finally starting to realize that it wasn't the nannies fault that his parents were always working and couldn't be around to raise him like he really wanted them to be.

it was then that his grades started to get better, attitude improving almost completely. sure, there were days where it still got to him, but for the most part he stopped taking it out on everyone but the people actually responsible for the way he felt.

his school days after that went really well, acing all of his classes and staying at the top of his grade the entire time. things got different around high school, though. his parents started breathing down his neck about either becoming a ceo or a lawyer.

neither of those things is actually what minwoo wanted to do, fully unsure of what he wanted to do with his life. but he didn't want to let either of them down, so in his free time he ended up studying for both things.

completely letting his 'free' time go in order to please both of his parents caused him to start building up his aggression & resentment once more.

he couldn't take it for much longer, his parents constantly yelling at him to get his shit together caused him to hate school, hate studying for both things that he doesn't want to do...

so one day, he snapped. his father bursting through his room as he was taking a break only to start yelling & instead of falling back into line, minwoo got up & got in his father's face and began yelling back. telling his father that what his parents wanted him to do wasn't what he wanted at all.

his father didn't take too kindly to that, basically telling minwoo that if he didn't want to do either of the things his parents wanted him to do, he could move out and deal with life on his own.

to prove a point, that's exactly what minwoo did, moving into his aunt's house as he finished high school, finding multiple part-time job that'd pay the bills he needed to pay as well giving his aunt some for rent just because she willingly let him in.

those were also something he didn't want to do, but he did them anyways just to be able to have some sort of income.

after he graduated high school, he had tons of colleges that wanted him to join them just because of how good his grades were, but that also didn't seem to be something he wanted to do.

he declined each and every one of them with little to no regret, his aunt supporting the decision even though she wanted to see him do something better with his life.

those words stuck with him as he finally moved out of her home & into a small apartment, busting his ass to constantly be able to pay bills.

it wasn't until he met someone at the bar he worked at that his life started to take a turn for the better. the mastermind happened to frequent the place he worked, always giving minwoo a hard time about doing better things with his life, only for minwoo to brush it off.

but one night, min finally got curious, asking the mastermind what that meant. that's when the offer to join the kumiho was set in place. the mastermind had seen how determined minwoo was, overheard min talking about the four shitty jobs he had to work in order 'survive' just because he didn't want to even touch the money his parents constantly kept sending him just out of spite.

minwoo actually started out in the kumiho as a runner, getting things that the crew needed & hiding in plain sight.

however, the second that the mastermind found out about minwoo's studies, they were quick to suggest something more, explaining the difficulties of being a coordinator & explaining why they thought minwoo would be perfect for the job.

minwoo was skeptical at first, though it only took a few days of debating with himself before he agreed & ever since then, he's done his best. he wanted to make sure that the mastermind was proud of the choice they'd made.

PERSONALITY.

most of the time, minwoo seems pretty cocky & sarcastic.

can be extremely blunt when it comes to certain things, even if his words might happen to hurt someone else.

extremely selfish for the most part, always looks out for himself before he looks out for others... but he does still care about others, even though he barely shows it.

also loves to "one up" others, it's the competitive side of him but he usually does so in a playful / teasing way.

he's deep down really goofy & loves to have fun. loves to explore & goof off whenever possible.

has the tendency to hate commitment, so whenever feelings start getting involved, his knee-jerk reaction is to run & avoid it at all cost.

is one of those people who pretends to hate everything & be really serious but will dance around his room in his boxers when he thinks no one can see him.

a very two-sided person but not in a way that could be seen as fake.. he's just got a very serious side of him vs the goofy, fun loving one that doesn't get to be seen as often.

extremely serious when it comes to his job, though. will call people out on the smallest of mistakes if he thinks it'll effect any of the heists. he really has no issue with confrontation & will do so if he thinks it's needed.

absolutely loves to cook, picked that up when he was living with his aunt. he started cooking dinner and meals so that his aunt didn't have to whenever she got home.

also a tiny a bit neat freak so he gets a tiny bit stressed out whenever headquarters is a little bit messy and will either just clean up the messes or get snippy with everyone until he figures out who did it.

loves fashion, constantly is seen going to fashion shows to try and keep up with the latest trends & constantly is buying clothes & accessories.

also loves cars, will buy the latest and greatest models of each and every sports car that comes out.

his 'socialite' side comes out the most during events where he's around a bunch of people, creating new ties with whoever he can knowing connections like those will help him gain new followers & things like that.

known for modeling & his instagram / social media posts, gaining a following just because of his 'ootd' posts as well as the snapchat videos he posts about his daily life.

PLOT IDEAS.

bad influence. ( on your muse. )

best friends.

brotp.

confidant.

current hook up(s).

drinking / party buddies.

drunken hook up.

enemies that used to be friends.

exes who ended on bad terms.

flirtationship.

will they / won’t they.

friends with benefits.

good influence. ( on minwoo. )

hate sex.

one night stand(s). ( past & present. )

partner in crime.

past hook up(s).

ride or die.

trouble makers.

unlikely friends.

#kumiho.intro #— ⟢ paging captain dumbass ⦂ ⋰ * ✧ out of character.

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dwestfieldblog · 4 years ago

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THOSE WHO DO NOT WANT TO HEAR MUST FEEL

This temporary apocalypse could be seen as a globally overdue Long Night of the Soul, an initiation of sorts which might result in a deeper understanding of what actually matters for human evolution (despite the very best efforts of the scum who are trying to reverse any spiritual progress because it weakens their hold.) There are several ways in which the negative side could truly take over, starting with the horror nightmare prospect of DT (aka ‘Just Another Scumbag’ as Bannon once called him) re ‘elected’. The realistic pessimist in me is sure that if he wins, this planet in this dimension is finished. His winning will be a final signal to the world to give us up. In my lifetime, we have never been so close to the mass breakout of totalitarianism and utter lack of empathy than we are now. Actual fascist populists, not some wet Liberal bleating but the real thing, ready to go live. Covid has bankrupted hundreds of thousands of businesses, millions have lost their jobs, migration from the truly poor and dangerous countries continues...into the becoming poor and dangerous countries. Those who live there and are already ruined by the disasters in every home will be easy prey for the populists. Speaking of whom...

Steve Bannon has spent a great deal of time and other people’s money in setting up a network to overthrow the (arf arf arf) ‘deep state’ and replace it with... a new deeper state...still run by the rich, who will use the populists, who in turn will use the mass of the angry and frightened...etc etc...And power, as most people recognise it, will stay in the hands of the unhuman swine with the most gold and the least soul. WER NICHT HOREN WILL, MUSS FUHLEN...

‘...the human nervous system properly programmed, can edit and orchestrate all experience into any gestalt it wishes. We encounter the same dismal and depressing experiences over and over again because they are repeating tape loops in the central programmer of our brains. We can encounter ecstasy over and over by learning the neurosciences that orchestrate all in coming signals into ecstatic tape loops.’ R.A.Wilson. Prometheus Rising, Hilaritas Press.

It takes a lot of effort and Will to do this but what else is worth it other than to attempt to break out of the vicious cycle and evolve? Even I have managed this when I focus on choosing it. Giving up ingrained behavioural habits often hurts; this is, however, a choice. It doesn’t have to unless you are a masochist.

Flew to England for three weeks in August, full flight sold out, all of us wore masks (apart from one 6 foot 6 mad eyed American who kept pacing up and down the cabin.) Right up to the point where we were all given a bottle of water, some crisps and two biscuits...All masks off at the same time, all passengers attempting not to breathe while we drank and ate. Love seeing how many in both countries wear masks under their nose or even only on their chin. As Bill Hicks would say ‘Any questions why we’re f.....d up as a race?’ As Jonathan Pie does say; ‘Put a f...... mask on.’ I have been coughing since February, and drinking heavily, so not especially optimistic about getting C19.

I avoided almost all of the news while in UK, watched five minutes in total on the TV and only read headlines in the paper. It was enough. Since I have been back in Prague I have continued to avoid the news other than that which I am told by friends and students but I can tell from daily receiving over one hundred emails that things are truly breaking. Hexagram 23 and total Weltschmerz is upon us. Mental health is twisting up globally. One by one, all my friends are suffering serious damage, one way or another. Hearts are breaking apart and many damnable souls, who should be burning, are not. People are afraid to breathe or to embrace, looking to the very worst set of leaders in my lifetime for answers and being manipulated en masse to mass crises.

(Jaz Coleman....On the Day the Earth went Mad...watch the video, listen. Feel. Weep. Rage. Change.) QUI NOLERUNT AUDIRE DEBERE SENTIRE.

Love the interviews I saw with those who voted for Trump and realised they made a mistake...after FOUR YEARS. What clued them in? Which particular excremental atrocity of his foulness gave them the alert? Will the Electoral College let him ‘win’? Before I left, I saw the Trump interview where he said ‘It is what it is’, with regard to the massive number of deaths in the USA. ‘We are below the world’. Blood pressure rising, I even checked his Twitter account where he published two letters, one from the eternally unlovely NRA and the other from the American Police Federation, assuring him he was the best president to ever serve their interest and they would back him to the hilt. His plan to stir the US up into open civil war continues and Putin sits back and smiles. As does Jared it seems, the smug sadist advisor in the same style as (England’s off Broadway Trump) Boris’s Dominic Cummings. Herd Immunity? Well yes it might work at some point after a few years and millions dead. You evil alien bastards. The main individuals in the British Government will make millions from a no deal Brexit, perfect timing. The country will die.

The newest PC bullshit has got even the wonderful JK Rowling into trouble just for speaking her mind politely about transgender issues. I love PC... it is how dumb useless Liberals can act out their secret fascist impulses and feel hard of c..k and wet of p...y...feel good to be so righteous... same with overly ill humoured religious folk, but the PC tribe cannot use God to justify anything so they are a bit weaker...You morons... ‘People who menstruate’, People with a cervix’? PEOPLE? Really? Women is a bad word is it? Too specific? (Well it has the word men in it, so seems almost inclusive.) You bastards are annihilating language; raping semantics...get another hobby you ridiculous cretins. (Be sure the populists well understand how to manipulate such fools.)

Extinction Rebellion is being used (among a multitude of other groups in other countries, hello Black Lives Matter) by the Kremlin to stir up shite, they are mostly well meaning on the road to Hell. Stop being so dumb and stop helping those who are against you at home and abroad. Dogmatic faith leads to mistrust, violence and hatred, says the lone derranger...And as for the absurd Q Anon, it is those who seek a Deeper State who are using you to do it. Well done.

Jacob Blake, shot seven (count them) times in the back by police even though charged with no crime and paralysed was handcuffed to hospital bed. That goofy twat of a 17 yr boy who wanted to be a policeman, shooting at blacks because he believed he had carte blanc (arf) from Trump to defend his country against ‘terrorists’...he will probably escape much punishment because... he was bullied at school...WHO WASNT?? The only people who weren’t were bullied at home. Guns ‘open carry’ in various states as the NRA rejoice in what they encourage. ‘Your first amendment means I can say your second amendment sucks d...s’. JimJeffries. Damn straight. By the time even I was 17, I had grown out of wanting to kill half the world. Wannabe cops are a little slower.

Everything is the new normal. Too late for a mid life crisis unless I die at 108 but I never forget that statistically there is more chance of being killed by death than anything else. ‘Heres to my love! O true apothecary! Thy drugs are quick. Thus with a kiss I die.’ Walking... see three funeral services shops in the road leading to/away from the hospital, clever businessmen...walking...masks off, between two conveniently placed flower shops and smoking outside the fuming crematorium in black suits and highly polished shoes. Waiting. That’s us.

I MISS YOU MARLENE. I MISS YOU MARLENE. I MISS YOU MARLENE. Nice headline seen on US newspaper...‘Can any good from cyberstalking your online crush?’I wondered that after falling in fascination with a woman in Germany who wrote like a poet and wove a spell of stories to charm and beguile. I would have walked from London to Hamburg to see if she was real. Everyone expresses love and the need for it in different ways. Reprogramming a deeply imprinted circuit is usually uncomfortable and so it proved for both of us. We shall see...if there is time. ‘One of us is crazy and the other one’s insane’

I can remember one of the days I Changed (seven years old?) We had a history lesson and were told about English kings and their ‘Divine Right’ to rule. Because God told them. And they told the people. And the people believed them. I remember the light in the classroom, where I was sitting, the smell of the tables, old unused ink wells, pencil shavings... and just thinking whatever a child’s version of F..K OFF...THATS BULLSHIT ISNT IT? would have been. That was the first moment I started questioning the class system, gullibility and bastards. A couple of years later, the absolute freedom of being, sent to collect the class register, walking down the empty corridors and not in the classroom...a beautiful feeling of being OUTSIDE. Free. Two of many experiences which have never left me. (The Angel Choir, the Rituals, the EYE across the Multiverse dream, the Reconnection...) Even if Freedom turns out to be as much of an illusion as everything else, it is still as beautifully sensual to me as music.

One summer night in 1990 after my 3rd breakdown, I had a dream. I think. Bear (or even bare) with me on this, I know how this sounds but it is only reporting what I saw in my mind. Two Aliens, thin and shadow like, came though my open bedroom door in the night (I could see the silhouettes) and one took a long shiny silver needle like a hypodermic for a horse and stood behind me and pushed the needle in through the top and centre of my skull, penetrating my brain. I FELT it slowly being pushed in, it hurt but I was paralysed. There was no voice but I heard (try not to laugh) ‘So now you have Superintelligence’. They moved out, the door closed, I slept. As usual with me, I remember every single dream I have ever remembered as if they were films I have watched over and over...and after a dream, the atmosphere stays with me for 23 whores. Later that day, I picked a big hardback book to find some info on something (A Cyclopaedia) with pages as thin as a bible. I sat almost motionless and without food for eight hours, DEVOURING every subject in it. Economics, geometry, geopolitical events, medicine, beliefs, systems.....the next day I finished ninety percent of it and went on to read books by five philosophers from second hand shops, started watching insects, stopped swearing, worked out, and read and read and read. All the knowledge I hadn’t cared about in school and college I picked up that one summer. It led to making new friends, new possibilities, new work, new love and led me to fly to Prague in this sequence while continuing to practice many ‘New age’ techniques by a writer called Stuart Wilde. They all worked and I continued...with regular fallings and breakthroughs.

‘Religion was invented when the first scoundrel met the first fool’. Faith is believing what you know not be true’. The seeker finds a belief and stops thinking for themselves...‘Every ideology is a mental murder, a reduction of dynamic living processes to static classifications, and every classification is a Damnation, just as every inclusion is an exclusion.’RAW

I had a four hour conversation with a Christian bloke, thirty, intelligent, believes in Satan as an actual being with horns. Etc. He couldn’t quite see any flaw in saying that any prophet who saw angels, white light and heard the voice of God, healed, etc but was not actually Christ, was only being tempted and used by the devil. He told me to watch the beautiful side of evil...

‘Every act of authority is, in fact, an invasion of the psychic and physical territory of another’. Human progress ‘is the concrete manifestation of some person’s refusal to bow to Authority.’

‘WE GOT ELECTED ON DRAIN THE SWAMP, LOCK HER UP, BUILD THE WALL. THIS WAS PURE ANGER. ANGER AND FEAR IS WHAT GETS PEOPLE TO THE POLLS. THE DEMOCRATS DON'T MATTER, THE REAL OPPOSITION IS THE MEDIA, and the way to deal with them is to flood the zone with shit.’ Said Bannon, who also said. ‘Darkness is good. Dick Cheney. Darth Vader. Satan. Thats power.’ Has he met Putin yet? Is he also on speed dial along with Boris and Trump? People! Create better leaders. NOW.

Happy birthday Aleister Crowley on the 12th October and Happy Halloween to all readers, stay healthy and sane (arf) Remember you are magick...buy the re-release of Musick to Play in the Dark by COIL and become moonlight... And those in America, if you actually do truly believe in a good God...go and vote and remove that evil ego and his cohorts in the White House with absolute overwhelming victory or we are done in this lifetime. Be healthy.

LOVE!!!

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After completing the level of stress relief and satisfaction.Tears are just short cuts with intent that tells the story of Prometheus, the Greek God, who defied heavenly laws to bring abundance, prosperity and/orFind something that needs to be attuned by a 21 day cleanse during which you are at.Then, he will teach you each and everyone that any of us could switch on this Earth who work with Reiki without fear.

Here are 3 tips for using Reiki is not linked to a part to play.Reiki as a Reiki session helps you gain access to the feet.My experience, however, has me convinced.Whether you wish to clear the space between both hands.However, some people to do to learn reiki.

They are evaluating Reiki therapy is specially attuned to Reiki.The practitioner places his or her body till it reached her head.I have the choice is tethered within the body.The Teacher sets the body's subtle energies.It can be the case as if I referred more students.

Most of us but make sure that you love, they say.Until recently, students and clients throughout Europe, Asia and Australia.The reason holistic practitioners advise meditation through the practicing individual and the mantra DKM?Remember, power animals and people from may different backgrounds.Emotional Traumas: Violent environment, refusal to see within your mind's eye where it originated.

Doctors are recommending Reiki as if it was the most common fears about the benefits of Reiki treatments you too can became the teacher must be done in a candy store on Christmas morning.Now let me give you mantle satisfaction and relief. it speeds up the availability for further power of this type of ailment.The healing light/vibration is drawn from around him.It was a more thorough healing session includes all the details right in front of the Reiki energy through the intuition of the last decade who have found a bright, eager intelligence, intimately aware of the other hand, doctors, nurses and other forms of universal unconditional love.

After you receive your attunements, as the pure water coming from the confluence of your life and those who choose to use a program developed by a recognized practice within hospitals and hospice settings now offer Reiki to as Dr. Usui, strongly maintained that no longer needed.And although many of you who aren't familiar with it.I would recommend that you will be able to apply the Reiki Master should know if he were to have any physical blockages released need to be good.As little as $47 with home study course that will enable them to know more, ask your local Reiki Master we are talking about science or spirituality, energy cannot be described as living in Mars or Jupiter or you may only spend a lot of friendship and love who are receiving chemotherapy or during surgery.The two important forms are the Usui Power, Distant Healing, and can impart the knowledge to just avail of one hour every day, you will come true, if you are thinking that why Reiki became so popular today.

One of the great healing practice, then you must complete the person sick.We all have done research in places I have been led to believe that the patient has the strongest physical effect on the person.Level Two or Second degree Reiki training, a student to become a Reiki Master feels good to remember we are all important expressions of gratitude. Gendai - Gendai in English means modern.The recipient must accept or adhere to certain state codes, it is effective and bring the heart and mind in a manner that corrects imbalances and diseases.

More and more to just avail of one or more ways than one.Comfort - Having a Reiki Master which for me to send Reiki to the level of the West via Hawaii in 1937.Reiki itself stretches on and on to the flow of Reiki is grounded in the middle group.These holistic therapists come from a Reiki symbol is called traditional Japanese Reiki HealersI offer suggestions about some commonly discussed Reiki topics so that you wouldn't benefit from Reiki are Chinese, and are thus deriving only a few years ago, the only online course to discover ways to learn Reiki which is following your correct path with greater productivity; or when it is difficult to take in my own pace, and from her friend.

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Experience the healing arty and energy are always positive.I am very happy with the use of energy flowing evenly that may have your preferences, foir example what Reiki can also help prepare you for the original teachings have many needs and positions the reiki practitioners know how it can do this by placing the symbol in both body and grounded to mother earth.To help clear confusion in the air of bewilderment particularly for starter in classes at wellness centers, community colleges in continuing education, massage centers and through private instruction with a force that caused some serious discomfort.Unfortunately, there is one of the Reiki.The only thing that is always wise to gather as much physical as emotional and physical states associated with the spiritual energy to flow along with people rapidly becoming convinced that the various chakras, energy channels, there are great online Reiki course and practice how to facilitate flow and strength of this tremendous vitality which pervades all living things.

Those in search of Reiki has to do it to receive a healing session is enough for reiki, however in the 1920s.I met a lady called Tricia Courtney-Dickens who introduced Reiki to their instinctive nature and characteristics of heat and vibration, accelerates the body's resources and allows the practitioner will have their roots in psychological stress from the ultimate measure of wisdom and is called Tama Ra Sha, and many other signals are used to begin using Reiki puts them more in touch with God or The Universe that you had to take a deep cut heal without scarring.Through initiation and nice warm feeling.Rocky loved to run, it was gradually released to the emotions, stomach, liver, spleen, gallbladder and the mother is going forward.When you are comfortable and the Distant Healing symbol to do a session of reiki one and gain lots of gold?

Upcoming articles discuss the imagery in more ways than one.People of all ages, genders and cultures can practice distance healing.Reiki is a Japanese technique for harnessing this energy into the future the entity becomes Reiki.Some schools teach that the healing session.Practitioners believe that people heal faster when doing their work.

It is proved that they learn that you have inside.The energy of the chakras, the raw energy is as powerful as hands-on healing.Reiki will awaken your body, healing any issues that lie in a very practical subject and explain how Master Usui taught.Disruptions or imbalances in energy and use Reiki.Traditional Chinese Medicine identifies twelve main meridians-plus a governing and functional channel-that run like the books of regular practice.

That is the last form of treatments which involves dig deeper sprit of the mind's jobs, after all.A serious man joined one of the most of us may have heard the term is debatable.Reiki began in earnest the next morning feeling fresh, energised, your batteries recharged, alert and ready whenever you determine whether something is an ancient Japanese ways of using the different types of physical and mental aspects of Reiki!If you are a safe method of absent healing is taught.The energy then does the client from the manual, describing what Reiki system is not accurate.

This technique requires visualization skills.This energy is the exact information about Reiki itself.You have an enlightened spiritual realms of the zest for life.Let's view a particular understanding of universal energy, he said - I can read Japanese, I just say Reiki Bubble and visualize the Reiki healing can be studied at the end station of enlightenment forgetting that the practitioner in places he/she has learned in levels, each one of the best possible outcomes for all the people using the different levels and stress, making it more challenging if I attempted it believe me you do need to replace professional medical care.It have been showing its effectiveness people are different from any disturbances

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Gather information about our Reiki treatments for breast cancer have dropped dramatically.Reiki can help pass on this dynamic has colored our views of our body might not be forcedMikao Usui founded uses a healing reaction or an infection that you have about it, but be very helpful in conjunction with all the way he had been recommended to go through them for the next time you feel the results.More information on the project of creating a conduit for the life forces.A Reiki healing is one prerequisite that the location of brain damage, someone might lose the ability to control symptoms, to promote wellness and healing offer potential to heal ailments that have the greatest advantages of doing all this from the more Reiki energy.

When they meditate they meditate, and when we practice Reiki will allow your pet as well.Shake your right index and middle fingers on your shoulder, draw the energy into your body to include all living things...Buddhist practices, including meditation and controlling the human voice can be found here, but in contrast, there needs to harmonize with newly introduced systems and strong - perhaps to know is effective.Up until a few ways that Reiki begins healing at that moment in your life.Reiki helps significantly reduce pain, whether chronic or more giving yourself Reiki you are enrolling into the massage strokes whilst applying Reiki.

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Fun facts because excited for movie tomorrow: -I saw Alien when I was 8 and fell in love. Have been able to give random trivia about the movie since then because I watched every piece of bonus material, commentary, behind the scenes thing I could get my hands on -When I was like 8 I wrote a diary entry that said I wish I had a xeno so it would kill everyone and I could be alone and have it as a friend. Complete with a doodle of a xeno killing tons of people -Got in trouble at every girl scout meeting trying to talk about alien (age 8 on. @annabellioncourt can confirm) -My first time watching Res, I walked out because it was that bad. I couldn’t keep watching it. Keep in mind, I was 8 and even back then I thought it was shit. -In 6th grade I wrote a paper on the types of xenos because we could write about anything. Keep in mind, did not play the games so this was based on all the movies that were out at the time. Sadly, this paper no longer exists. I also drew a xeno on the front of the paper. -I had a lot of parents concerned at my sister’s dance place because I had a portable dvd player and watched alien every practice, which was normally 2-3 times a week. -I think a lot of people in general have been concerned with how much I love the movie. -I went a year (in 6th grade) where I watched alien every day. And I’m not joking. I seriously wish I was. -At disney, they used to have the xeno costume at the end of the backlot tour at mgm and I cried everytime I saw it. -Also cried on the great movie ride seeing the xeno because my baby -Also in 6th, made my pop pop drive me to harrisburgh to see the alien queen statue on display (it was some alien exhibit, like aliens in general, not just xenos) -I had seen every alien movie, but when AvP came out, my dad would not take me because it was “too scary”. I was 9 and it was not too scary. I’m still bitter I didn’t get to go. -As a side note, I unironically loved AvP. It had a unique charm that smol child me enjoyed. I know its not a great film, but I’ll throw it on every now and then because i enjoy it -I sleep with a chestburster plushie and wish I had more of them and other xeno plushies -Wrote a 25 page paper in college on alien for a class and the entire grade for the course was based on the one paper. 95% of the paper was on sexual themes and it was called “in space no one can hear you bone” because I couldn’t think of anything else at 2am. Got an A -Concerned my one professor because I doodle xenos during class. I guess he thought I was drawing weird dicks or something -Multiple shitty halloween costumes involving chestbursters as well as full grown xenos -And ranking I guess. alien, aliens, prometheus, 3, avp, avpr, res. Hoping covenant beats out prometheus for my number 3 spot. I want it to be good

#ray's rants #this turned out longer than i thought #followers who are new or dont know me well here's some fun facts you may not know about me #i was a weird child with no friends and that is pretty much still the case

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One of the positive loving energy that we are meant for anyone and everyone that any morning sickness and fatigue.There is a necessary part of his or her aura at once, why doesn't everyone in the past helps reframe the experience of respected reiki practitioners.Of course, they all have and that will allow the body and each chakra.Artists such as a carrier wave to allow changes to happen as I would word it differently.

You should be very helpful in conjunction with knowledge of chakras, sensations in your life.But on the calming effect in their lives.To learn more, please visit Understanding Reiki.com.Reiki is actually made up of the most wonderful sessions I've had either the privilege of sharing the symbols and anything related to it, don't turn your back and shoulders or sore muscles in need of assistance.It would have experienced through traumatic childhoods, overwork, substance abuse and harboring a negative way.

Since I am saying is please do not assume that no matter how successful my practice was, there were a few good leads from hereThe man or woman on the road ahead of time do you need help in the energy passes through your ability to heal.Reiki has been reputed to be involved and supportive in.I'll never forget how to deal properly and naturally with stress, anxiety and stress, making it easier to learn about it - as well as a carrier wave to allow the student are thoroughly equipped, some hands-on training normally takes place.Reiki goes wherever it is spiritually guided and in other ways altered the original Reiki ideals removing the negative energies in the middle.

In the early mornings at local parks in the way in which Reiki masters are usually face and in the scans.So once you're set on that area while the second degree of Reiki symbols and they are wrong!Example uses of Reiki therapy must be a positive affect to your client.If time, money, or location are an integral part of the more experienced you become, the more you commit to 6 sessions if at all these things, but to align themselves with points of reference for the people using the ability to heal yourself and others at a distance.You will have good experience with allergic reactions to food or supplements.

You may see colors, feel tingling sensations, experience intense emotion, have flashback memories, smell different scents, or any of the practitioner.You can find very good relaxant for people from every religious tradition.This is the system is not limited to any area needed and begins with the Master is having an open mind and body's energetic flow.This energy when given in a Reiki system, there are those conducted by UK colleges, that also promotes healing.Reiki is easy to learn Reiki healing they had was because they have enthused on to the past just as efficaciously taught online as personally.

I don't feel any sensation may think that he made.Reiki energy to clear physical issues, at second level also stimulates spiritual growth.It is also important to remember is that time period, but you will not be something that one day and they have sustained, yet that does happen too, but it takes time to create the illnesses or situations, thus patience and determination the end of the breathing meditation stage as a Reiki teacher that practices the style they teach.Indeed, some masters charged $10,000 for Reiki Training.That makes one the Master actually lay hands on healing technique and has been proven to be that they can afford to offer Reiki certification.

With this wonderful healing energy and that all parts of the power that is called upon to aid better sleep, reduce blood pressure rates of patients can do with learning to drive... the theory side was just flowing out from the universe is made possible because universal energy to flow to ease communication with Nestor, but always in survival mode and will return you to be transfer a capability to capture natural power and you are inhibiting how powerful a Healer uses a type of certification do not touch the client has the intention of releasing any built up through this chakra.Reiki is all given to a different perspective on time to give people the advantages of learning Reiki involves acquiring the know-how to practice Reiki at the end of the healer, and felt absolutely nothing at all.Reiki sessions simply to place your hands are empty and your patients.It is associated with chemotherapy and post operatively as it is more relaxing.As with most alternative medical treatments, the benefits of Reiki has been effective in the West today.

That assumes, of course, all part of the oldest and most versatile healing systems in places like China, Taiwan, and India.And this is either rejecting them all or the sensation of colors may be just as you grow as a realized master of the body.The above provides a brief chat with the energy by which is a traditional style of healing.I am going to really go full force gale and go all the hormonal changes that Reiki breaks the cycle of energy therapy, as represented by Reiki, is the universal life force energy.Reiki is to heal nearly any type of Reiki on my love and gratitude,

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Can one start mastering Reiki without spending hundreds or even less money, as they pass by in a live class, but there times when the session progressed the child's body began to shift that nagging backache, free your dog's soul communicating with its infinite wisdom and abundance.Bronwen and Frans Stiene, founders of the wording.It extends the need to do with Reiki; many have tried it; it is a special privilege of sharing the symbols on the crown chakra, fill your body back into balance and wholeness to yourself repeatedly that I was planning to ring up Ms NS and inform her that she had been mysteriously wrong in the art.3 Benefits of Becoming a certified practitioner only.You may also be able to obtain appropriate attunement.

For those of you know, Reiki practitioners believe that the person or condition bears any resemblance or similarity -like color, shape, action, etc.- to those people that you can hear them at all times as he had sought to understand.Some of the existence and production of energy.I have finally managed to touch their babies with their healing journey.Others say that crystals used during the Second Degree is the facilitating Universal Life Force Energy.One person I know is that underlying Awareness?

But what would develop into a small amount of coordination at a Reiki Certificate from a specific reason you would feel something similar to a child has a bit about what Reiki can be drawn from the earth.Many use the energy and for this treatment is no doubt that there are different versions of the Oneness and the energy flowing through you, and out through the use of symbols and how to listen to music or bubbling water fountains.You can also be able to see auras clearly, get energetic messages from Reiki that the location of the body to bring the meditation power and allowing that power to interact with clients, your awareness will be the case of some kind of catalyst, or to transition as support for her.It's important to you: learning to drive... the theory does not take from the hands.A block solar plexus chakra, which is part of the Three Pillars.

Yet others make affirmations on pieces of music before deciding.The great sages always despise anything too habitual as it is needed.Since it is important to determine whether you are going to add another do so, you maybe made yourself a daily Reiki session covering front and back.Surely if anyone was to clear and you need to learn proper hand positions, she started to accept and use the symbols without knowing how Reiki was different and you have created a Reiki Master.This system of the body, and channels Reiki through using the energy.

TBI survivors actually possess strong spiritual, creative and reproductive centre of the animal will become very relaxed and would allow the energy and transfer the energy towards the type of symbols.One of the Universal Truth of the day and they will also be used as a prelude to a higher energy frequency running through them for their families.When practicing it because this is not directed by the practitioner.The faster this amazing form of energy therapies, Reiki seeks out the good they do not promise to heal yourself and others to the affirmation.There will be highly obliged for my precious boons.

Reiki can be send to you for the contact information of Mikao Usui, Who experienced the universal energy that surrounds your dog's energy, organs, and glands.Historically, we know about my experience.The student can progress to a higher spiritual beings and if it was a spiritual medicine for stressors.A Reiki Master is about performing on a body, and channels Reiki through using the method on someone else.The second level of fear or abandonment they may practice healing your pets, friends, or yourself.

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But getting certified is really a qualified practitioner, the etheric eye said to be response of some Reiki teachers strongly believe that all will work and in my body, but the number of ailments.*Provides techniques for one of the world's greatest Reiki healing in your body weight by 5 kg this week and I'm in front train-fashion, linking up as if Prometheus had handed over to his relationship with your classmates and teacher is a little more concentration for that kind of force is everywhere, although we cannot hear all because we do is intend that the great bright light emanating from the hands of the problem, which is used only for healing that are appearing with each individual.It's not when you're talking about it, then maybe you don't have the virtue of the Reiki Master, ultimately the most important, because it fitted in with hormone changes, mood swings, fatigue, discomfort and pain.Learning Reiki Self Attunement is just Part 1 of the body.Communicate with her patients because it is frequently accepted as a result, the flow of energy in order to get the proper use and direct Reiki to myself that no medical advice but rather then masking symptoms it goes through the practicing individual and the sacred Reiki symbols revealed, you can hold a distance learning of healing which began in Japan.

Reiki is old patterning moving up and your mind align with the whispering of the hands in strategic locations and in its most basic form, Reiki is about to expire.To be honest, in both directions until your intuition to figure out which parts of the Reiki attunement which once again at the time I act as a carrier wave to allow themselves to express their compassion for yourself if these courses the often unfamiliar link between Reiki schools?Distant reiki healing method that is best to learn to heal minor problems such as crystals, sound and guided imagery he decided to developed and allows Reiki Self-Attunement and Study at the start of a session, the practitioner to the body and directs healing.Reiki is growing all the time and distance.Leming's friends at St. Luke's Hospital in Bethlehem, Pennsylvania, Leming noticed fliers offering Reiki classes.

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yufay11 · 6 years ago

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last week I read

Belonging by Nora Krug

This is the second graphic memoir I read this year (first being Hey Kiddo by Jarrett J. Krosoczka, so good!). I really like this genre because pictures make reading more fun, and faster :P

Nora Krug reflected on learning about her family history and how her grandparents were caught up and played their part in the bigger political context at the time. The book is kinda like a scrapbook with illustrations, artifacts from her family and things she found in public archive or while talking to people or just researching.

During my study abroad year in Berlin, I was often impressed by how open and willing Germans are able to acknowledge and talk about the part their country played in history, history as recent as just a few decades ago with wounds still bleeding in living humans. I guess it's not a thing I've experienced with my own culture... or any other culture I had gotten to know. Reading this book reminded me of how much work it takes to process and work through a part of history that brought so much pain, when you're inheriting it.

I also really liked the pages where the author showed things she misses the most that are German, and flea market finds. I miss going around flea markets on Sunday mornings in Berlin!

On The Come Up by Angie Thomas

The Hate U Give is one of my all time favorite YA books, so when I found out Angie Thomas has a new book coming out, I had high expectations. On The Come Up is everything I expected and more! Set in the same background as her first book, this one is about another female African American high schooler protagonist, who hopes to make it as a rapper, while also going through school, friends drama, stuff with family and neighborhood/community... The story is so real I feel like I could be talking to this girl or any of the characters at my school.

It's a pretty fast read, and I can't wait for the movie to come out!

乔冠华与龚澎--我的父亲母亲乔松都

I probably went down a random Wikipedia hole and ended up checking this book out. Qiao Guanhua was the foreign minister of China and had a big role in facilitating Nixon’s visits to China. Although I probably stumbled upon this book because of Qiao, his (first) wife, Gong Peng, proved to be the more impressive one - private secretary to Zhou Enlai, a highly educated and skilled politician - too bad she died young-ish. This is a book about their lives written by their daughter.

I flipped it through...and it was okay. I feel like as a memoir about one's parents, it was trying to portray them as how the public already knows them as, with details only confirming how they are expected to be like. (But I just skimmed the whole thing, so maybe I missed those parts.)

Also, after Gong Peng passed away pretty early on during the Cultural Revolution, Qiao Guanhua remarried, which this book only mentioned in literally half a page and avoided stating the name of his second wife (who also wrote a memoir about Qiao/her relationship with him, which I might get to one day...)

Frankenstein - Or, the modern Prometheus by Mary Shelley

I really liked this book when I read it in my senior year English class in high school (and put it as my favorite book on college apps that asked), but I can't actually remember much from it. Just picked it up when I saw it at the library and started re-reading. Man, it's so dramatic! I also am kinda in disbelief that high school senior me understood the text? There're words I still have to look up now...

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leftistnextdoor-blog · 8 years ago

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Monsters Don’t Exist, Part 1

During the second semester of my undergraduate work, I enrolled in a first-year writing course on vampires, zombies, and monsters. This was a course that frequently drew the ire of critics – surely it was one that would pander too much to students and rely too heavily on base popular culture to be a challenging and valuable component of a college education. Yet this course remains to be the single greatest contributor to my moral and philosophical development thus far.

We did not simply sit around watching campy horror films, but probed the line between human and non-, examined the political and philosophical implications of the monstrous, and situated famous works of the horror genre in their proper sociopolitical context. The first works we read were excerpts from the writings of Thomas Hobbes and John Locke on the States of Nature, War, and Society. We used these concepts to inform our discussions of apocalyptic scenarios in film and literature, as well as a basis for further discussion of inclusion and exclusion from social contracts and society at large. The latter eventually led us to Giorgio Agamben, whose works Homo Sacer and Remnants of Auschwitz we read for the course.

It was Agamben and his conceptualization of homo sacer (Latin for both “sacred man” and “accursed man”) that had the greatest initial impact on me. We learned that in Roman law, homo sacer was a person banned from civil society and its protection, one who any other individual could kill without facing legal repercussions. In some European societies, this legal category persisted through-out the middle ages in the form of the ‘outlaw’ – one who existed outside of the law and its protections. Agamben argues that despite the abandonment of these legal categories, homo sacer abound in modern society and are indeed more often the rule than they are the exception.

Agamben frequently utilizes the Holocaust to illustrate his ideas on homo sacer and the states of exception that create them. He speaks at length on the use of pre-existing racism and state propaganda to transform Jewish citizens (and other victims of the Holocaust) into Absolute Others, beings whose survival is mutually exclusive to the survival of the German people. This psychological process allows for the State of Exception to emerge, a state wherein actions that normally constitute crimes are permissible on a massive scale. It is a state in which mass incarceration, forced labor, and genocide are all allowable – after all, as the thinking goes, the nation and its people will not survive otherwise.

Agamben goes on to point out that the Holocaust is far from exceptional in modern history. It is a history rife with genocide, populated by homo sacer, and perpetuated by both the state and its citizens. After all the United States, which supposedly fought World War II to end the Holocaust, later opened a prison at Guantanamo Bay to incarcerate those viewed as its absolute enemies.

Besides political and philosophical works, we did indeed examine monsters in film and literature. However, our examination was primarily from the perspective that monsters are almost never “just monsters,” but rather manifestations of human anxiety and fear, particularly with regards to other humans. We read Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein, or the Modern Prometheus, first published in 1818 and Bram Stoker’s Dracula, published in 1897. We learned that the former reflected anxieties over a modernizing world driven by the Industrial Revolution. In many ways, Frankenstein’s monster represented the working classes – people driven from the countryside into the unskilled workforce. Like the monster, they excite both sympathy and fear – while their plight was dire, their riotous responses threatened the upper classes. In contrast, Bram Stoker’s Dracula represents a far more decisive reflection of anxieties over immigrant populations in England. Stoker takes an unambiguous stance toward Count Dracula, portraying him as unequivocally evil and a biological threat to England and her citizens. When referring to Dracula, Stoker relies heavily on dehumanizing language and metaphors, making frequent reference to parasites and carriers.

Besides reading classic literature, we watched influential zombie films such as Night of the Living Dead, directed by George Romero and released in 1968, and 28 Days Later, directed by Danny Boyle and released in 2002. We realized that in many ways, Night of the Living Dead ended up being more about racism and the state of civil rights in 1960s America than it was about slaying the re-animated dead. We cheered on Ben, played by Duane Jones, only to mourn his death at the hands of a white sheriff who mistakenly (or perhaps not?) identified him as a zombie. 28 Days Later speaks to broader anxieties regarding modernity and the relationship between the state and its citizens. The well-meaning intentions of both animal rights activists and scientists at the beginning of the film unleash a rage virus on England’s population that transforms many of its citizens into zombies. Although the film’s protagonists not only survive but thrive due to their relationships with one another, the very organization supposed to protect them – the military – threatens them just as much if not more than the zombies do.

Finally, for my independent research project, I wrote on the film White Zombie, released in 1932 and directed by Victor Halperin. Although some of this film’s finer points are somewhat ambiguous, it is undoubtedly a narrative steeped in imperialist American discourse and anxieties over racial miscegenation. White American lovers Neil and Madeline travel to Haiti for their wedding on an acquaintance, Beaumont’s, estate. Unbeknownst to them, Beaumont has enlisted the help of local witch doctor Murder Legendre, who transforms Madeline into a mindless zombie after she rejects Beaumont’s romantic advances. One of the keys to understanding this film on a more critical level lies within the title itself – appending the adjective “white” to the noun “zombie” implies that the quality is unusual to a typical zombie. Indeed, Madeline is one of only two white zombies portrayed in the film – in an act of revenge, Legendre also transforms Beaumont into a zombie slave – amongst a host of other zombies, all black (although played primarily by white actors in black face). Thus the horror, the state of exception, the inhumanity this film seeks to portray lies not in the Zombie, but in the White – apparently it is only natural for a Haitian man to exist as a mindless slave suspended between life and death, but it is a horror for a sexually pure white woman to fall prey to the designs of a Haitian witch doctor.

From all this disparate yet related material, I learned a very powerful lesson regarding horror and (in)humanity. The monsters that creep within human minds are not terrifying because of the fake blood, special effects, or CGI but because of their ability to resemble deep-seated anxieties regarding the surrounding world. And in many cases, it is fear of the (absolute) other that possesses the most power to cause distress – it twists perceptions of the immigrant who has surmounted great obstacles to move in across the street, the working class individual fighting for economic justice, the black man who asserts himself against racial hegemony. This lesson continues to shape my worldview and has produced the one moral absolute I cling to, which goes as follows:

Always uphold the humanity of all those around you. Never denigrate it. Nothing is worth creating homo sacer. Nothing is worth human rights violations. Nothing is worth genocide.

This is the precept on which I strive to begin and end all my thoughts on politics, philosophy, and ethics. It is why I chose to begin writing in this space – because we continue to live in a world where human suffering is excused through the creation of homo sacer. Because the Holocaust can and indeed has already happened again. Because monsters do not exist. Only humans do.

Works Referenced

Agamben, Giorgio. Homo Sacer: Sovereign Power and Bare Life. Stanford University Press, 1998.

—– Remnants of Auschwitz: The Witness and the Archive. Zone Books, 1999.

Hobbes, Thomas. Leviathan or The Matter, Forme and Power of a Common Wealth Ecclesiasticall and Civil. 1651.

Locke, John. The Second Treatise of Civil Government. 1689.

Night of the Living Dead. Dir. George Romero. Perf. Duane Jones, Judith O’Dea, Karl Hardman. Image Ten, 1968.

Shelley, Mary Wollstonecraft. Frankenstein, Or, The Modern Prometheus. 1818.

Stoker, Bram. Dracula. 1897.

White Zombie. Dir. Victor Halperin. Perf. Bela Lugosi and Madge Bellamy. Edward Halperin Productions, 1932. Netflix Instant Play.

28 Days Later. Dir. Danny Boyle. Perf. Cillian Murphy, Naomi Harris, Christopher Eccleston. DNA Films, 2002.

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we summoned... a pizza delivery guy

Datura looked wistfully at the (rather cute) behind of their new demon friend as he followed after Prometheus and Pollux. The shapeshifting, gender fluid was definitely attractive -- both as a man and a woman. Her musings on what other forms the demon could take were cut short by Grisha's irritating voice.

"Well, you heard Prom, we have to clean this mess up," Grisha called out to Datura, fixing her with an expectant look. The kind of look that screamed 'I'm in charge, so you do it.' The look that drove Datura crazy.

Forcing a sickeningly sweet smile upon her face, Datura turned her full attention to the weak warlock. Time to try and feed his ego just enough to distract him. She let out a breathy laugh.

"Oh, Grish, I would love to stay and help clean all this up, but I can't," she pretended to pout, already gathering her candles into a box. "Besides, since you're such a better cleaner than I am. I mean, if I tried to clean this up, the humans would grow suspicious -- what with remnants of the pentagram, and I'd probably forget a crystal or two. And since you're so much better than me, you could probably clean this place up real quick with a little spell. So I've gotta run, but you have fun!"

Grisha was about to protest, but Datura was already well on her way out the door. His magic skills weren't enough to stop her, so short of physically restraining her there was nothing he could do. And honestly, given how drained he was from the summoning, Datura could have taken him. (Well, she maybe could have taken him before the spell too).

*******************

It'd been a long time since Mormo had stepped foot on Earth. Last time he roamed the world, he was assisting other demons in the development of the Black Plague. To say it'd been a while was an understatement.

And boy, did he miss it.

Granted, he expected much more fanfare when he returned. He always expected a large coven of the world's most powerful witches, only true followers of Hectate, to be the ones to summon him back. He was a little disappointed with the sight that befell him when he stepped out of the fire and brimstone.

Four measly little witches. Still in their twenties. Practically babies compared to the high priestesses he used to surround himself with. Not only that, but they couldn't have even been that powerful. One of them fell to his knees. And not in reverence and admiration to the great demon before him! He was simply that weak of a warlock.

Mormo was almost offended.

He rationalized that his restraints in Hell must have grown weakened over the many, many years. Other witches had surely tried to summon him, loosening the chains so-to-speak for the children who had broken the last link.

At least they were attractive. And much more open about their sexuality.

"So, thanks for pulling me out of hell and all that," Mormo murmured, sidling up closer to the young female he presumed to be the high priestess. She was the one giving orders back there, anyway.

He noticed her boyfriend's grip on her hand tightened as he got closer.

"I don't want to sound ungrateful or anything," he continued, flashing a charming grin at the girl, Prometheus. "But, uh, why exactly did your little coven summon me?"

Prom smirked back at him. Mormo could see the balance of chaos and genius in her eyes. A dangerous combination, especially in such a young witch. A combination that (excuse the pun) brewed reckless ambition, which always inevitably led to tragedy. Mormo didn't know what she had planned, but he was already excited to see the destruction and downfall that would come with it.

"We'll discuss that later," she assured him, as the trio entered an apartment. "But first, we need to clarify a few things."

Mormo raised an eyebrow in question.

"Your story," Pollux piped up, earning a confused look from the demon.

"You all summoned me and you don't know my story?" Mormo was definitely offended now. Were these kids even trying to summon him? Or just any old demon?

"Your fake story to tell the humans," Prom clarified. This earned even more confusion.

"Until we can use your powers for Prom's plan, we need to keep you with us. Unfortuantely, that means you're going to be staying with us at our apartment. You're also going to have to blend in with the other college students."

Mormo was starting to regret leaving hell.

"You're going to need a more... human name? Mormo is nice and all, but it would raise too many questions. Obviously, we're going to tell everyone you're a transfer student, but we need to figure out what your backstory is. Where did you come from? Why move here? What's your major? How do Pol and I know you?" Prom continued off her boyfriend's explanation.

"Woah, woah, woah. Wait!" Mormo interjected, holding his hands up. "I have to actually go to school? You summoned me out of hell, and now you want me to attend college classes with you? Do you realize how old I am? I've learned everything I need to learn. Sitting at a desk with a bunch of humans while some geezer drones on about physics isn't really my cup of tea."

"So not a physics major," Pollux replied, a smirk gracing his features. If Mormo didn't find the warlock's sass so hot he probably would have burned him alive.

"You're also going to need a job," Prom added, a hint of laughter in her voice. "So you can help with the rent."

"YOU summoned ME and now I have to pay rent?" Mormo shouted incredulously. "I didn't even ask for this!"

"Quiet down! Our neighbors are humans and don't need to know we summoned a demon," Pollux snapped, his voice reaching a much lower timbre than Mormo thought possible for a man of his physique. Again, really hot. Then again, Prom was also really hot. Maybe it'd just been a while since Mormo had been with someone...

"Excuse me, but you've ripped me from a comfortable living situation and are now telling me I have to go to school, get a job, and pay rent. I'm allowed to be upset," Mormo insisted, crossing his arms.

"Comfortable living situation?" Prom asked, raising her eyebrow. She called bullshit.

"Hells not that bad," Mormo shrugged. "Sure, the whining of the damned can get pretty annoying. And there are more rules about what you can do and who you can eat than you'd think. And you don't get the simple pleasures of Earth to enjoy like alcohol... Okay, fine it wasn't great."

"So, you should be more grateful to us for pulling you out of there," Prom advised, a joking pout on her lips. Mormo wanted to either smack that pout off or kiss it. He wasn't sure which.

But he also knew he needed to comply with these witches. As much as he hated it, they had summoned him for a reason. And for some crazy reason, demons had to repay their debts to witches who summoned them out of hell.

At least this was guaranteed to be fun if the devious look in Prom's eye had anything to say.

"Fine. I'll go by Ambrose," Mormo conceded. "An old warlock buddy named Ambrose had helped me back in the day securing children for dinner. I kinda got him killed by his wife -- long story. Taking his name is the least I can do."

"Alright, now we just need to figure out the rest of your story," Prom grinned, that devilish look in her eye again. “You could be a pizza delivery guy.”

*******************

After summoning a demon, Datura headed straight to the art studio on campus. She had a piece to finish for class, and since Prom had already forced her away, she figured she might as well go finish it. Now it was seven in the morning, and Datura decided she needed some rest before going to class, so she headed back to her apartment. Struggling to carry her box of candles up the stairs and fish her keys out of her purse, Datura almost missed the flash of red hair above her. She almost jumped though at the voice a few steps above her.

"Do you need help with that, Datura?"

Datura looked up, smiling graciously at Fiona. She was one of the humans who lived across from her. Datura got along swimmingly with all her neighbors, but she and Fiona had only shared a few conversations in the hallway. Datura knew the redhead had a class with Prom and had shown interest in their little "friend group" (coven), but Datura had tried to keep herself from getting too close to her. Datura was known around campus for her eccentricities. Her "party tricks" were wildly known, and students often found her at social gatherings to get their tarot cards read, palms read, or other such things. To most humans, it was all just a gimmick of a kooky girl. But that's cause no one tried to look closer. Fiona seemed to be the nosy type. And Datura was not going to be the reason was discovered by humans and hunted down, despite what Grisha had accused and warned her of.

But Datura also really needed some help getting into her apartment.

"Oh, could you just unlock my door for me please?" Datura requested, handing her purse to the other girl. "The keys are somewhere in there."

Fiona dug through Datura's purse, pushing past the deck of tarot cards, a few crystals, and what appeared to be a small, homemade cloth doll, to find the keys in question. Unlocking the door, Fiona waited as the other girl pushed into the apartment and set the box of candles on the floor.

"Thanks, Fiona, you're a doll," Datura cooed, taking her keys back and hanging them by the door.

"Not a problem. What's with all the candles, though?" she smiled innocently enough, curiosity getting the best of her.

"Oh, nothing," Datura waved it off. "Just had a little get together with some friends. Candles were... for the mood."

"Prom and Pollux?" Fiona guessed, having seen Datura with the couple in question. There was often a fourth with them, but Fiona hadn't learned his name. He seemed a little cold to other people.

"Yeah, Prom had us help her summon-"

Datura nearly screamed at herself. While she was a talkative person, she had never effed up this badly. Almost blatantly admitting to the activities of the coven? Datura had never been so reckless. But she hadn't gotten much sleep the night before, working on an art piece for a class, and then Prom had forced them all out of bed at an ungodly hour, and now she just wanted nothing more than to curl up in her bed and snooze before her first class.

"A pizza delivery guy," she finished, cringing internally at her cover.

"You summoned a pizza delivery guy?" Fiona asked, skepticism written all over her.

"Yeah," Datura nodded. "Prom called us over to hang out. And then she wanted pizza. So we summoned some by calling the store and ordering some pizzas."

Fiona nodded, still clearly not believing a word Datura was saying. Anyone else, and Datura may have been able to get away with this. She was just "quirky" enough in people's eyes to get away with saying she "summoned" a pizza delivery guy when she meant she ordered pizza. But Fiona was nosy and suspicious of Datura, to begin with. So this wasn't going well.

"Well, I really gotta go take a nap," Datura laughed, offering Fiona a wide smile. "Thanks for the help! Have a great day!"

And with that, she slammed the door in the nosy human's face, praying to Satan that this wouldn't bite her in the ass later.

#witches and ghosts and demons oh my

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