#para: repercussions

[the-everqueen]

re: WIPs, i have several sandman fics i'm working on and i'd like to finish. these are informed as much by (my opinions on) the spinoff comix and the actors' choices in the tv series as the original comix. also the neilman doesn't get any money from me having better opinions about the Corinthian and Rose Walker than he did back in the 90s (or now tbh). regarding the allegations - i believe the victims, i'm disinterested in any discourse that dismisses them or other women as liars in order to preserve this one man's fragile ego, and i don't want to materially support him via books or events or streaming. but i understand that some of my mutuals need to totally disengage from anything related to him. i'm fairly religious about my tags, so moots feel free to blacklist as needed and/or request specialized tags to avoid potential triggers. (this also extends to other things: if you need accommodations for specific tws, please ask.)

[gildedxink]

Violent Repercussions

When: Two weeks after the Anti-Summer Party Where: Max's apartment above the Gilded Letters Studio Who: Self-Para

The sound rang in their ears.

Fifteen minutes ago, things were fine. Max's life was shaping up to be the best it had been in some time. They were starting to actually participate in the community again, they had made stronger connections. For the first time in a very long time they were even with someone, had a partner and they couldn't help how happy they were.

And that of course is when the world crashes down the hardest.

Sarah had stopped by, one of the other covenless witches that Max had kept in touch with. Someone that would have made a good match for Eli's coven with her technological magic. Normally, they were chipper when they came to see Max. Some new cybertech tattoo that they wanted to do with some added work that only Max could do. Sarah was good about scheduling appointments and texting ahead if they were dropping by. Tonight was different, there was an air around her that was terribly foreboding and made Max's heart skip a beat. "Hey, what's up Sarah? Are you okay?"

"Max.. I have to show you something... can I come in?" She pushed her dreads back out of her face. Where usually her headphones would keep them pushed back were no where to be found. The massive backpack filled with her stuff was gone, all she had was her tablet in had. Her other hand was shaking seemingly cause she was nervous.

"Yeah. Um come in would you like a drink?" Max asked, stepping out to doorway as Sarah stepped through opening the tablet and shaking her head. She stepped to the sitting room and loaded up a video. Sitting down and then looking over to Max concern written all over her face.

"No. Thank you, but I...." She took a breath, "I was doing my usual shutting down Artemis stuff when I can. While I was clearing videos I found one.. I am pretty sure.. I'm pretty sure its your parents." Sarah worried her lower lip, she clearly was upset and Max had no reason to doubt her. Sarah had gone to school with Max and had met their parents more than a few times. In their heart they hoped that Sarah was wrong, but Sarah hardly ever was.

Max took the seat beside them, and hit play.

The video was grainy, definitely some kind of found footage type deal. The image was shakey as they ran through this old building. She didn't recognize that at least, but when the camera person caught up to who ever they were chasing Max gasped. The older couple running for their lives were their parents. Max's hand covered their mouth, shaking as the video continued through what was one of the worst things they had ever seen. Sarah spoke first, "You don't have to watch the who..." Max's hand pushed hers out of the way.

Ten minutes of pure fucking horror.

Sarah sat their silently as the video finished. Seemingly unsure of what to do, Max was still sitting there in stunned silence. "I did what I could to wipe the video. It seems they posted this after the whole anti-summer thing. I was gonna call Remington's coven see if there was more they can scrub that I cant.... I'm so sorry.."

Max swallowed hard and too a deep breath, "Thank you, Sarah.... I need to be alone, please." She nodded picking up the tablet, giving their shoulder a soft squeeze. She walked through the door and was gone in a flash. The clear night sky over inner city Vievecor was suddenly filled with clouds.

The first of their tears started the down pour. There wasn't a single sound that left them as they slumped to floor. Their hands burying in their hair hiding their face, the sound of the pounding rain on roof was the only sound in the apartment. Max could hear and see the contents of the video over and over again. Their body shook and shudders, its thirty minutes before any noise comes out. They pulled out the phone in their pocket as they started to send a text. The flurry of cancellation texts and a post to the social account was done.

They crawled back up on the couch pulling the nearest blanket on them before the crying started again...

[11queensupreme11]

Adoro como Percy é comparado às pérolas, sua beleza e delicadeza são sempre exaltadas lembrando dessa joia preciosa, Apolo a descreveu literalmente como tendo uma aparência moldada diretamente de uma

é ironicamente adorável que sua cama tenha o formato de uma ostra, fazendo alusão a Percy ela mesma sendo uma pérola, pois pérolas só são encontradas dentro de ostras.

Pensando bem, as pérolas devem ser as joias mais raras e preciosas para o ser humano já que é proibido ir ao mar para coletá-las, outras joias como diamantes e esmeraldas podem ser encontradas e até fabricadas artificialmente mas as pérolas não podem pois duvido que Poseidon deixaria pescar uma única ostra, encontrar uma pérola deve ser mais do que raro e o preço de uma deve custar mais do que uma porção de diamantes, rubis e esmeraldas juntos

Na verdade, pensando bem, a falta de acesso ao mar deve ter prejudicado muito a humanidade, a medicina deve ter retrocedido vários anos em relação ao universo PJ porque dezenas de medicamentos e estudos são baseados no mar e nos seus animais

algo que também seria muito afetado seria o setor agrícola já que sem possibilidade de pesca , países, especialmente países como o Japão que devem depender fortemente da pesca para alimentação, teriam que se concentrar na criação de animais e nas plantações, uma grande parte do território do país teria que ser reservada exclusivamente para alimentar sua população e isso poderia fazer com que o país o desenvolvimento fosse prejudicado, uma vez que grande parte dele teria que permanecer intocado sem se deixar evoluir, as terras destinadas à agricultura deveriam estar esgotadas e pobres em nutrientes devido à procura constante.

Seria especialmente pior para um país mais pequeno, uma vez que uma parte considerável dele seria reservado apenas para culturas e pecuária, afetando assim o tamanho da população que não conseguia se reproduzir muito, este seria um bom motivo (além dos óbvios massacres anuais devido ao humor inconstante dos deuses) para o mundo ROR população seja tão pequena em comparação com a população mundial da PJ

google translate froze for a bit when i tried to translate this LMAOO 💀💀💀

here's the translation for anyone curious

OH I LOVE THIS ANALYSIS

did you know that most of the pearl-related jewelry sold at stores are cultured pearls?? as in, pearls grown in pearl farms through human intervention? natural pearls grow in the wild (as in, actually in the seas/oceans) and are EXTREMELY rare and becoming rarer every year. because of this, they are usually 10x more expensive than cultured pearls we see in stores.

^ and that's in OUR universe (or pjo universe), so imagine how much more expensive pearls are in ror verse 💀💀💀💀

which makes apollo's compliment towards percy's beauty 100000x more flattering, not that she's even aware of it cuz she's so used to seeing a bunch of rich ppl walk around new york dripping in pearls. hell, even maria di angelo had one in that flashback scene in tlo 😂😂😂

imagine poseidon finding out that people in her og universe are walking around with PEARL jewelry, he'd be so pissed like "that does NOT belong to you, filthy mortals 😠🔱"

i thought about the agriculture thing (specifically most asian countries that rely on seafood), BUT I HADN'T EVEN THOUGHT ABOUT THE REPERCUSSIONS ON MEDICINE????

but YES you are so right, now that i'm thinking about it, ror universe population (in midgard at least) is probably sooo small compared to the pjo verse 😭😭😭😭

(but hey, at least there's no overpopulation issue like what we're having)

[cat-angel-936]

2/2

Español

Zach: la vida es muy corta como para no arriesgarse

Chris: a que te refieres ZaAch!? *le dieron una nalgada en el trasero*

Zach: adiós ratas! *huye*

Chris: ah.....*rojo y tocandoce el trasero*

Martin: lo voy a matar...*molesto*

Donita: *empieza a aplaudir muy lento*

Aviva: *se ríe a carcajadas*

Koki: no podemos decir que no lo intento *se ríe también*

Jimmy: impactante...

Dabio: no entiendo : (

Gourmound: lo veo y no me lo creo...

Rex: esto que repercusiones tendrá a futur

Paisley: depende...si Zach resiste la paliza que le dará Martin...

Inglés

Zach: Life is too short not to take risks.

Chris: What do you mean ZaAch!? *spanked his butt*

Zach: goodbye rats! *flees*

Chris: ah.....*red and touching his butt*

Martin: I'm going to kill him...*annoyed*

Donita: *starts clapping very slowly*

Aviva: *laughs out loud*

Koki: we can't say that I don't try *laughs too*

Jimmy: shocking...

Dabio: I don't understand :(

Gourmound: I see it and I don't believe it...

Rex: What repercussions will this have in the future?

Paisley: It depends...if Zach can withstand the beating that Martin will give him...

[dramioneasks]

Si vis pacem, para bellum - MissCera - M, WIP - War demands sacrifice, and Hermione Granger is no stranger to it. But the sacrifice she's about to make, a secret so dark and profound, could shatter her world. It remains concealed from her friends and peers, a revelation that could upend everything they know. As the battle concludes and the dust settles, she's faced with a decision of monumental importance that could strip her of everything she's fought for. Draco Malfoy was unprepared for the aftermath of witnessing the great Albus Dumbledore's fall from the top of the Astronomy Tower. The task was completed, but now he could only hope that the Dark Lord would overlook the fact that he wasn’t the one who sent the killing curse, ending his Headmaster’s life. He expected severe repercussions for his failure, but none came. Instead, he discovers that not everything is as it seems. In the epic battle of Light against Dark, the Order versus Death Eaters, the ticking clock of time becomes a nerve-wracking adversary. Only time will tell how the pieces will fall and who will ultimately stand victorious.

[coochiequeens]

Speaking about his personal history with the BBC in June 2021, Petrillo said: “Until four years ago, if you’d talked to Fabrizio (the name Petrillo was given at birth), Fabrizio would have given you the idea he was sexist. He was a tough guy who’d speak dismissively of women and then be a woman in his private space.”

Another misogynist who couldn't succeed against other men.

By Genevieve Gluck August 13, 2024

A 50 year-old trans-identified male from Italy is set to become the first man to compete in a women’s category at the Paris Paralympics. Valentina Petrillo, whose birth name is Fabrizio, who competes in the women’s T12 classification, for athletes with visual impairments, and currently holds 8 women’s running championship titles, despite failing to earn even one while competing as a male.

Petrillo has been diagnosed with Stargardt disease, a disorder of the eye that causes retinal degeneration over time. Due to this visual impairment, he has been permitted to compete in both matches designated for women with disabilities, as well as those which are not.

At the Paralympic Games, which are scheduled to run from August 28 to September 8, Petrillo will run in the women’s T12 200m and 400m. He was cleared to compete against female athletes, despite being a man, by International Paralympic Committee (IPC) President Andrew Parsons. The IPC works closely with the International Olympic Committee (IOC), and the two have self-described as “strategic partners.”

Speaking to BBC Sport, Parsons revealed that the IPC does not enforce an official position for or against allowing men to self-identify into women’s sport, but rather “[allow] individual sports to make their rules in terms of transgender,” which results in rules that are “different from sport to sport.”

“Some are coming with different positions on transgender, or with the criteria to allow them or not to allow them, so I’m not surprised by the repercussions of it,” Parsons said. He added that he hoped the sporting community would “unite” on policies dealing with gender identity.

According to the World Para Athletics Championships guidance on participation, “an athlete shall be eligible to compete in women’s competition if she is recognized as female by law.” But their policy book goes on to note that it will “deal with any cases involving transgender athletes in accordance with the IOC’s transgender guidelines.”

Petrillo first changed his name to Valentina and began taking estrogen in 2019. The following year, he began competing against female athletes and has since broken multiple Italian women’s running records.

Speaking about his personal history with the BBC in June 2021, Petrillo said: “Until four years ago, if you’d talked to Fabrizio (the name Petrillo was given at birth), Fabrizio would have given you the idea he was sexist. He was a tough guy who’d speak dismissively of women and then be a woman in his private space.”

Mariuccia Quilleri, an athlete and lawyer who has represented several female athletes who oppose Petrillo’s participation in women’s races, told the BBC that inclusion had been chosen over fairness and “there is not much more we can do.”

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[strawdxll]

independent & selective roleplay blog for kugisaki nobara from jujutsu kaisen written by val (she/her, 25).

carrd | ask memes | verses | headcanons | playlist | interest check | promo credit

rules are also below for ease since i am pinning this post.

SECTION 1. Writing.

I want to write with everyone! Although I prefer multi-para replies, I enjoy having a variety of threads from one-liners and icons to brief responses and long-form text. I am flexible and reciprocate the energy given to me by my writing partner. I enjoy both serious threads and crack. I only ask that you don’t godmod or dictate how my character acts/feels.

Ask memes are always a good way to break the ice, but I am also open to plotting. That can be done via Tumblr IMs or Discord. Your preference, really. Response speed may vary depending on multiple factors, but please note I don’t intend to ghost anyone. I am an adult with a demanding full-time job and a part-time job so it can be a bit hectic on my end. 

In terms of response speed, I may favor my mains or people I’ve interacted with OOC first, as well as plotted threads. These are usually easier for me since I have an idea of how to approach the writing.

 SECTION 2. Selectivity.

Although I say I am semi-selective, I tend to follow back most blogs. That said, there are exceptions. For example, one case I might not follow back is if I observe poor dash hygiene. I don’t really want a super clogged dashboard so I tend not to follow people who have a greater ratio of OOC posts compared to IC. Other things I like are cut posts and new threads for asks. The last two are not dealbreakers, though, but I consider this good dash hygiene.

I am crossover-friendly and OC-friendly. However, I likely won’t follow back unless you have a JJK-specific verse or some sort of bio for your muse. I dislike having to fish for information. I am a bit more hesitant to follow back in these cases, but I can overlook that if I see potential for interaction. 

SECTION 3. IC Dynamics.

I enjoy exploring different dynamics with different characters. Shipping can be romantic, friendly, filial, etc. I love writing with various muses.

That said, I am highly selective about romantic shipping. It will be done on a case-by-case basis. I will only really write shippy content if there is chemistry between the muses (our portrayals) and prior conversations between us OOC discussing the dynamic. All interactions with muses within my muse’s age range are platonic unless stated otherwise. I will never off-the-bat assume there is romance involved between muses unless we have explicitly had a conversation about it. Although I am 25, there will be absolutely no smut. 

In a similar vein, what is said in a thread with another person’s muse does not apply to the canon of our threads unless you have made your muses’ canon clear (i.e. your rules/about cite this connection, you have stated something OOC, etc). If I follow you, assume I have read your rules and bio.

 SECTION 4. OOC Conduct.

All I ask for is kindness and understanding. Always assume the best intentions from others and never yuck anyone’s yum. I work a stressful job and I am here for entertainment. Please don’t bring negativity and other exhausting energy into this space. If there is ever a time I do something that bothers you, please bring it to my attention directly. Also, bear in mind that I am not my character and would prefer to keep a clear distinction between what is IC and what is OOC.

This should go without saying, but if you reuse a plot we crafted together or copy anything I, or anyone else, has done, you may get blocked if it is brought to my attention. It really depends on the severity, or if it is a repeat offense.

 SECTION 5. DNI/Vague Posts.

Don’t come here with bullshit. Don’t follow me if you do a lot of vague posting. If I see it enough times, I will block. We are adults. If you want to say something without the repercussions of saying it, then do it in private or keep it to yourself. If it is that serious, then go talk to that person directly. Communicate like a mature adult.

If there is someone I interact with who is actually problematic or has actually engaged in problematic behavior, dm me in private.

[chouhatsumimi]

Words from Nukoduke, vol. 4, part 2

Words in bold are particularly relevant to the story, and words in italics seem like they’d be worth remembering outside the context of the manga. Bold and italic together means they’ve probably appeared somewhere in Nukoduke more than once. Kinda long list but it’s for a whole volume… actually it’s too long for tumblr, so splitting into four parts.

クロカンブーシュ croquembouche 埒が明く, 埓が明く らちがあく to come to a settlement マッハ Mach (number), (at a) fast speed / mach, (unidad de velocidad 1 mach es aprox. 1200kmh) 駆られる かられる to be driven by (one's feelings), to succumb to 未確認 みかくにん unconfirmed, unidentified 未確認飛行物体 みかくにんひこうぶったい unidentified flying object, UFO / objeto volador no identificado, OVNI 物体 ぶったい body, object / cuerpo, objeto 甘酸っぱい, 甘ずっぱい あまずっぱい sweet and sour, bittersweet / agridulce 命運 めいうん fate, destiny 反響 はんきょう echo, reverberation, response, reaction, repercussions, sensation, influence / resonancia, repercusión 徘徊, 俳徊, 徘回 はいかい loitering, roaming, sauntering, wandering about, prowling 悪どい あくどい gaudy, showy, garish, loud, crooked, vicious, wicked, nasty, unscrupulous, dishonest / chillón, llamativo, excesivo, vicioso 口説く くどく to persuade, to coax, to solicit, to seduce, to make advances, to make a play, to make a pass, to put the moves on, to come on to, to hit on, to court, to woo, to romance 大盛況 だいせいきょう great success, roaring business, busy, packed-out モフる, もふる to stroke (something fluffy), to rub, to pat 触発 しょくはつ detonation by contact, contact detonation, touching off (something), triggering, sparking, provocation, inspiration 抗う, 争う, 諍う あらがう to go against, to fight against, to oppose, to resist, to deny / contrariar, oponerse, negar 釘を刺す, 釘をさす, くぎを刺す, 釘を差す, 釘を挿す くぎをさす to give a warning, to remind (a person) of / dejar bien atado para que no haya problemas, afianzar, amarrar 過保護 かほご overprotective, excessive care, overprotection, overprotectiveness / cuidado excesivo, sobreprotección 盗聴器, 盗聴機 とうちょうき listening device, bug, wiretap 経過 けいか passage (of time), elapsing, lapse, progress, development, course (of events), transit / transición, proceso 付き添い, 付添い, 付添 つきそい attendance on, attendant, escort, chaperon, retinue 付き添い役, 付き添役, 付添役 つきそいやく attendant, best man (at a wedding), groomsman, maid of honor, bridesmaid 中枢 ちゅうすう centre, center, pivot, mainstay, nucleus, backbone, central figure, pillar, key man / núcleo, centro 飴と鞭, 飴とムチ あめとむち, あめとムチ, アメとムチ carrot and stick, candy and whip / la zanahoria y la barra de zanahoria これと言って, 此れと言って これといって not worth mentioning (with neg. verb), nothing special [I made a post about this expression!] 温厚 おんこう gentle, mild-mannered / dulce (carácter) 落ち込む, 落込む, 落ちこむ おちこむ to feel down, to feel sad, to be depressed, to be in low spirits, to be in a slump (business, economy, etc.), to be in an unfavourable condition, to fall into (e.g. a hole) / caerse, desplomarse, hundirse, deprimirse がち, ガチ serious, earnest, honest, real 剣幕, 権幕, 見幕 けんまく threatening attitude, menacing look, angry look 育む, 育くむ はぐくむ to raise, to bring up, to rear, to cultivate, to foster, to nurture / criar, educar

[dhr-ao3]

Si vis pacem para bellum

Si vis pacem, para bellum https://ift.tt/7oxp63L by MissCera War demands sacrifice, and Hermione Granger is no stranger to it. But the sacrifice she's about to make, a secret so dark and profound, could shatter her world. It remains concealed from her friends and peers, a revelation that could upend everything they know. As the battle concludes and the dust settles, she's faced with a decision of monumental importance that could strip her of everything she's fought for. Draco Malfoy was unprepared for the aftermath of witnessing the great Albus Dumbledore's fall from the top of the Astronomy Tower. The task was completed, but now he could only hope that the Dark Lord would overlook the fact that he wasn’t the one who sent the killing curse, ending his Headmaster’s life. He expected severe repercussions for his failure, but none came. Instead, he discovers that not everything is as it seems. In the epic battle of Light against Dark, the Order versus Death Eaters, the ticking clock of time becomes a nerve-wracking adversary. Only time will tell how the pieces will fall and who will ultimately stand victorious. Words: 5675, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death Categories: F/M Characters: Hermione Granger, Draco Malfoy, Tom Riddle | Voldemort, Theodore Nott, Blaise Zabini, Pansy Parkinson, Harry Potter, Ginny Weasley, Ron Weasley, Luna Lovegood, Neville Longbottom, Bellatrix Black Lestrange, Narcissa Black Malfoy, Lucius Malfoy, Severus Snape, Death Eater Characters, Order of the Phoenix, Dean Thomas, Seamus Finnigan, Parvati Patil, Lavender Brown Relationships: Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy, Theodore Nott/Pansy Parkinson, Luna Lovegood/Blaise Zabini Additional Tags: Dark Hermione Granger, Half-Blood Hermione Granger, Dark Draco Malfoy, Supportive Narcissa Black Malfoy, Supportive Lucius Malfoy, Alternate Universe - Voldemort Wins, Hermione Granger & Theodore Nott Friendship, Ron Weasley Bashing, Death Eater Draco Malfoy, Death Eater Hermione Granger via AO3 works tagged 'Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy' https://ift.tt/DG7aSwB May 25, 2024 at 05:09PM

[2xcursekissed]

RULES

SECTION 1. Writing.

I want to write with everyone! Although I prefer multi-para replies, I enjoy having a variety of threads from one-liners and icons to brief responses and long-form text. I am flexible and reciprocate the energy given to me by my writing partner. I enjoy both serious threads and crack. I only ask that you don’t godmod or dictate how my character acts/feels.

Ask memes are always a good way to start a thread, but I am also open to plotting. That can be done via Tumblr IMs or Discord. Your preference, really. Response speed may vary depending on multiple factors, but please note I don’t intend to ghost anyone. I am an adult with a demanding full-time job and a part-time job so it can be a bit hectic on my end. 

In terms of response speed, I may favor my mains or people I've interacted with OOC first, as well as plotted threads. These are usually easier for me since I have an idea of how to approach the writing. I will still write with anyone though!

 SECTION 2. Selectivity.

Although I say I am selective. For example, one case I might not follow back is if I observe poor dash hygiene. I don’t really want a super clogged dashboard so I tend not to follow people who have a greater ratio of OOC posts compared to IC. Other things I like are cut posts and new threads for asks. The last two are not dealbreakers, though, but I consider this good dash hygiene.

I am crossover-friendly and OC-friendly. However, I likely won't follow back unless you have a JJK-specific verse or some sort of bio for your muse. I dislike having to fish for information. I am a bit more hesitant to follow back in these cases, but I can overlook that if I see potential for interaction. 

SECTION 3. IC Dynamics.

I enjoy exploring different dynamics with different characters. Shipping can be romantic, friendly, filial, etc. I love writing with various muses.

That said, I am highly selective about romantic shipping. It will be done on a case-by-case basis. I will only really write shippy content if there is chemistry between the muses (our portrayals) or A LOT of prior conversations between us OOC discussing the dynamic. All interactions with muses within my muse's age range are platonic unless stated otherwise. I will never off-the-bat assume there is romance involved between muses unless we have explicitly had a conversation about it. Although I am 26, there will be absolutely no smut. 

In a similar vein, what is said in a thread with another person's muse does not apply to the canon of our threads unless you have made your muses' canon clear (i.e. your rules/about cite this connection, you have stated something OOC, etc). If I follow you, assume I have read your rules and bio.

 SECTION 4. OOC Conduct.

All I ask for is kindness and understanding. Always assume the best intentions from others and never yuck anyone’s yum. I work a stressful job and I am here for entertainment. Please don’t bring negativity and other exhausting energy into this space. If there is ever a time I do something that bothers you, please bring it to my attention directly. I am here to have fun and make friends, so I will put in work. I also ask that you do not come to me talking about anyone else. That will get a hard block - I may or may not give a warning.

Also, bear in mind that I am not my character and would prefer to keep a clear distinction between what is IC and what is OOC.

This should go without saying, but if you reuse a plot we crafted together or copy anything I, or anyone else, has done, you are a special-grade asshat. I have no words. Don't do that. You may get blocked if it is brought to my attention. It really depends on the severity, or if it is a repeat offense.

 SECTION 5. DNI/Vague Posts.

Don't follow me if you do a lot of vague posting. If I see it enough times, I will block. We are adults. If you want to say something without the repercussions of saying it, then idk what to tell you. Do it in private or keep it to yourself. If it is that serious, then go talk to that person directly. Communicate like a mature adult.

If there is someone I interact with who is actually problematic or has actually engaged in problematic behavior, dm me in private. It's up to me to decide if it is an actual issue. If it's just a disagreement between two individuals leave me out of it. I will not stop following someone I talk to over your petty drama.

[darkdoverpseeker]

🕊️ 21+ looking for other 21+ writers on discord, Tupper preferred but not necessary! 1x1 server for organization with an OOC channel. I write lengths that adapt to how much I have to say, always at least a para though, and I probably average two or three. I’m pretty active and can usually do at least a reply per day, and love when free time matches up for us both to go back and forth for like an hour!!

The main fandom I'm into right now is DC Comics, although I prefer canon non-compliant. I write Bruce against Clark, Jason, Grayson or male OCs. With non bat-fam I love secret identity porn and the angst that comes with it. In general I like sex pollen or soulmate bonds with repercussions as inciting incidents.

Looking for roleplays with 40/60 smut to plot which explore dark themes that come with superheros (violence, trauma, paranoia, having to lie all the time, repressing dark urges, etc) and toxic relationships. Kinks: dubcon, sadomasochism, alien/unusual biology, inebriated/drugged sex, bdsm, size difference. Open to others but hard no to mpreg or bathroom stuff.

Like for a dm! :)

like if interested!

[allah-name-above-all-names]

Mister Russel Nelson:

We will continue to support Miss Ana Nicolas (Yanagi)

Gosh! Phew 🚬🚬

May every evil eye turn blind from the truth? We have no idea

#Consequences #Repercussions

Pasundo nyo na po sya sa Pulisya dahil sa piled-up crimes nya 😌😌

Alam nyo naman siguro ang GINAWA ko when I was still young sa anak ni Ate Juliet na taga-kanto because they accused Kuya Ricky ng physical abuse daw, child abuse. He used to give expensive fruits to Grandpa George back then then you accused him. Yeah! Proud of it na sinaktan ko sya to warn her to not get involved again sa mga kamay ng mga walang alinlangan sa pagpapalaganap ng kasamaan. You're reminding me of the physical violence that I did? I'm not ashamed of it. No guilt feelings. Kaya kayang-kaya ko gawin kung gugustuhin ko lang na pagsasampalin lalo na si ANA CRISTINA NICOLAS at ingudngod mukha nya sa PINAKAMAGASPANG na cement road. DEPENDE SA MOOD KO 🤪🤪

The ⚔️ Lumayas ka dito sa bahay namin. Binababoy mo. Don't say I didn't warn you. We're not anymore tolerating your devious and devilish sorcery of wickedness. Katanga mo neh? Gusto mo ba kuhanin mga journal ko para mag-misled? Diba you can do all things through who gives you strength? Ni Vishnu neh? Yes po. 'Yun ang shawarawt nya sa Spotify nya.

Then inside the bus, they therefore concluded that it's about the energy? Demon of Earth and Fire is actually Kendall Jenner. Like duhhh 😛🫥

Hindi kayo maniniwala na may DIYOS na magpaparusa sa inyo. Peoples are somewhat convicted but perfect love casts out fear. NATATAKOT sila na gagawan nyo sila ng kasamaan. But they are never afraid to face GOD because their conscience is so malinis pooooo. And therefore we all agree that death from the hands of the wicked is not anymore petrifying because it means eternity with the Lord God Almighty.

Aabangan ka na nila nyan sa Malate. Bayanihan of the people. Orbiting neh? Umikot ikot ka pa, MULALA. PANAY KA NAKAHINGI NYAN. Meaning? Baka maging palaboy ka sa kalye. May palabas sa tv before si Ana Capri. Pinagtripan sya kasi SIRAULO, tapos sinilid sya sa sa likod ng sasakyan. Napatay sya unintentionally kaya tinago bangkay nya. Very wrong move!

Saan ka uuwi nyan? Umuwi ka na sa talagang nanay mo na si Roque. O kaya kay Sitti Ahari. Nyek! Tombie. Ibalik mo perang ninakaw mo. PARE-PAREHO LANG KAYO. Kanino kaya NAGMULA ang linya na 'yan. Utos mo, neh?

Lahat ng mga salitang binitawan mo babalik sa'yo. Ayaw na namin magsalita pa sa mga endless possibilities na pwede mangyari sa'yo sa future.

HANDA NA KAMI. SUGOD GANG. BAKIT MAY DUGO? FEELING NA-CONFINE SA MANILA DOCTORS HOSPITAL NEH? NAPA'NO KA BA? NAGPA-ABORT? KADIRI, TEH.. MAY bulok na fetus sa belly talaga ni MISS ANA CRISTINA NICOLAS. Parusa sakanya ng Diyos. May mga susunod pa nyan. Which is which? Or Kay Kim Tae Hee.. Impossible! #Perusal

Tapos 'yung smart watch neh? Why naka-sunglasses? Push-up undergarment 😂😂 Minsan flat, Minsan anez? Ewww. When they had their outing with Hewlett Packard guys. So cheap talaga. Kagalit sakanya ng uncle from Taiwan na owner ng isa sa conglomerate sa Hermosa Ecozone. Marami Galit sakanya, sa totoo lang..

Even 'yung salary nya sa Atos. Well, overpaid na nga sya eh. Tapos underwork kasi busy sa pag-uutos at pagsabotajjj here and there. Scrum Master ika. Until mapagod sya. Natutulog ka pa ba? Workshop of the devil is her/ his own body. Nagbe-benefit sila sa mga ginagawa nya na karimarimarim na krimen.

Kahit umamin ka, Miss Ana Cristina Nicolas bunyag na bunyag na mga GINAWA mo din Hindi lang kay Ate Anne. May mga sinira ka na din na relasyon. Traumatic past nila mainly because of you. YOU ARE THE REASON. Actually, enemy ka na din ni Vishnu. Kaya paano ka na lang kapag nagsama-sama na kayo? Tapos theft of time din. Wala sa sistema mo ang integrity. Extremes.

Si Renz actually bagot na bagot sa mga PINAGGAGAWA mo sa Mapua. Hindi sya na-threaten or na-intimidate man lang. Nagtimpi din sya. Kasi alam nya darating ang time na matitigil ka sa mga ginagawa mo. EVERYDAY NEH, DEVIL QUEEN ANA CRISTINA NICOLAS.

Last mo na pag-stalk sa Tumblr nya? Eh di wawawiwaw. Pati kay Tedted Joshua Acuin Santiago gusto din magpapansin. SA LAHAT NG LALAKE, actually. Forever single ka kaya? May gusto manligaw sa'yo ba? Kahit si Karl ayaw sa'yo. Taken sya. Wa sya pakels. Pasalamat ka sinasamahan ka sa mga trip mo na ginamit mo lang. As if naman Hindi alam ng mga lalaki na di madiscern ang MOTIBO mo na sana sila nasa lugar ni Karl na kasama ka? Wow ha. Assuming, LADY GAGA. Diba may pic na kalansay na waiting for the perfect man? Baka sya 'yonnn.

Hoyyy, FYI, ang mga tunay na anak ng Diyos hindi attracted sa'yo, Miss Ana Cristina Nicolas. Alam nila likaw ng bituka mo. Sa IG account i-restore mo 🤣🤣 Kapang-gaya kasi kaya ayan. Baka mag-misled ka din ng post ni Dada Jeff Eliscupidez na nagbalik-loob sa DIYOS si Miss Ana Carpio. Balik-loob sya kay Vishnu.

Inom ng inom ng kape. Every move neh? Isang tanong lang, Miss Ana Cristina Nicolas: ano meron kay Ate Anne at bakit kagusto mo sya nakikitang NAHIHIRAPAN? Kundi ka ba naman SUGO ng Demonyong Vishnu.

Maghanda ka pa dyan. Pero alam mo kung kanino ka talaga head-over-heels? Truth SLAPS you back. Kay Kuya Justin Timberlake 🤪🤪 I hope I am forgiven ☺️. Gaga ka ba? Ulol! — Jesus said in New Testament, Tagalog version (Fool! in English) Alangan naman baliw literal na translation. May playlist ka pa na .... ganyan diba? Panlinlang mo kunwari' sorry ka? Sorry not sorry kamo. OPM Loop daw sa eternity symbol. Tingnan mo nga naman kung paano ka manlinlang ng mga salita, simbolismo atbp. Kundi ba naman stalker ka constantly.

Lumayo layo ka sa Bataan. Bumalik ka sa Malate, Dubai-like. Open city. Marami sarado na clubs doon for temporary pleasures. Kahit ibenta mo katawan mo, Wala magkaka-interest. LISTA mo sa tubig. Bayad bayad din daw ng utang. Sino ba talaga may pagkakautang na malaki?

Marami prophecies sa'yo na napakasarap isipin na ga'non magiging destiny mo. GOD IS FAIR.

Tapos irarason mo that Love covers a multitude of sins? NEKNEK mo times four, Mapua moments. Probably like one of the tsutsu, arte ng! Bakit ba ini-ingles mo tita mo? Pasosyal lang sya, te..

No mercy, no mercy at NO FORGIVENESS TOWARDS YOU, MISS ANA CRISTINA NICOLAS. Even si Divine Grace Balintong, and everybody close to me. Akala mo lang wala ako communications sa friends ko. Akala mo lang wala.

Wala kami pakelam kahit ano pa gawin mo sa buhay mo, Ana Cristina Nicolas. Kung may gagawin ka pa KALOKOHAN, siguraduhin mo lang. Wala ka kasi kinakatakutan. Sisihin ka nila sa huli nyan, for sure.

Bilang na lang.. Beke nemen 😵‍💫😵‍💫

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Irregular Around the Margins || Self-Para

Set: The Carson Sibling discussion - December 25th The Carson/Armstrong Reunion - December 28th After the news of what Ken did earlier in the month hits, Kevin Carson decides he is done sitting around and decided to make a play against the eldest. He asks his younger siblings to back him up when they go to London to see him. Triggers: tis a dooszie <3, guns, violence, blood, abuse (physical and verbal), choking

The news shouldn’t have been as big as it was. Some major player in London who was an associate to their dad’s family’s network had been knocked off. So what? It didn’t really have any repercussions on them and it happened all the time.

At least, that was what the Carson siblings had initially thought. The middle two, anyway. The youngest had dug a little deeper before the truth found its way to the dinner table.

“Ken did it,” their father told them.

“Ken did what?” Gillian replied, not really paying that much attention. Their father had been so out of it since their mom’s death that he hardly ever made sense anymore. It was mostly about entertaining him now until they could turn him out of his chair without everyone getting upset about the second quick change in upper management. 

“Killed Samuel Knowles.” 

…now that had everyone looking up at their father. Kevin frowned, eyes squinting. “Come again?”

“Knowles killed George,” he said. “Barry said…Uncle Barry said Ken figured it out. Got him to talk. To confess.” 

“No that’s– that’s bullshit,” Kevin scoffed, smiling like this was a joke. To him it was. “Ken didn’t kill no one. He never has. He’s too much of a pussy.” 

“Well…Ken isn’t exactly Ken right now, is he?” Tommy pointed out. 

Kevin’s smile died in an instant. His hand curled into a tight fist. “Fuck.”

After a stretched out moment of silence Gillian said, “He’s a dead man walking anyway. Those loyal to Knowles won’t let him get away with that. It’s just a matter of time. A demon doesn’t make him bullet proof.” 

Her brothers nodded in agreement but their thoughts continued to whirl. Their father watched them with disappointment before turning to stare out the window, across the drying landscape of the property. 

--

It didn’t take long for other people to hear about what had happened. Shipments from the UK had come in, stories passing from one person to the next like currency. Within a day everyone under the Carsons’ umbrella knew what measures had been taken. 

Samuel Knowles was a powerful man with an operation that had stretched back decades. Their world was no stranger to the uprooting of empires but it was always a shock to see a giant fall to that of whom had only ever been a pawn in the larger game. 

It was no surprise to anyone that those loyal to Knowles had been sent after Ken. 

What was surprising was to hear that they hadn’t succeeded, returning to the city licking their wounds and further showcasing how much more capable Kenneth Carson was than anyone had given him credit for. 

His siblings were especially shocked, but none more than Kevin. This surprise had morphed quickly. Mutated into the anger and resentment that had been building inside him toward his brother. The first born, a title Kevin had thought belonged to him instead. Because where had Ken been in the beginning? Off in England, living some stupid life on his own. All while Kevin had gotten stuck being what Ken should have been. 

And then he got brought back, and suddenly he was just…there. Their mom expecting them to know the guy when he hadn’t been around for Kevin’s bat mitzvah, or mom’s birthdays, or the Christmas Tommy had almost set fire to the kitchen when his stupid toddler hands had twisted the wrong knob but it had been Kevin who got in trouble because he was the one who was supposed to be watching the little twerp. 

Kevin had always thought Ken was going to get himself killed. He was such an idiot, it was unbelievable the things that would come out of his mouth. Always so happy in the mornings, hugging everyone even if he didn’t know them, always letting people go instead of just putting a bullet through their skull and making everything so much more complicated than they needed to be. He never just did what mom told him. Not like Kevin did. Ken questioned her, every time, and she had let him. 

Now, instead of himself, Ken had gotten their mom killed. 

And people were acting like he could just take over for her? To stand where she stood? To be who she was? To have the name and face and power that was never meant for his hands? Didn’t he know he was never even supposed to be a part of this family? 

Didn’t the demon? 

Kevin demanded a meeting with his siblings, knowing they would understand when he said, “We have to do something.”

“Look,” Gillian sighed, tossing her head so her bangs moved prettily out of her face. “I know you’re pissed, but there’s nothing we can do. He’s over there. We should be worrying about what’s going on here, in our own backyard. And in order to do that��”

“In order to do that we have to let people know that we’re more capable than he is!” Kevin cut her off. “Just because he killed Knowles doesn’t mean shit! I’ve killed more people than I can even remember! You don’t see me getting this sort of praise.”

“Yeah, worker bees, maybe,” Tommy said. “Knowles was the big dog over there, Shipman. He did it for revenge. You know how that tugs on people’s heart strings, seeing someone do what you wish you could.”

“Then that’s what I want!”

“What?”

“Revenge,” Kevin said. “For mom.” 

Gillian and Tommy went still at this before sharing a look with one another. Kevin glanced between them before letting out a breath, hand slapping the table, “Unbelievable. You should be backing me up right now!”

“Kev, we can’t kill Ken,” Gillain said. “He’s-!”

“Just because he’s possessed doesn’t mean he’s untouchable! You said that. Besides, if we can talk to it, get it to understand one of us is the better option, then it’ll jump ship. Shit, it’ll probably help us,” Kevin said. 

“Uh, yeah, I’m not getting possessed,” Tommy huffed.

“Well whoever gets the demon gets the business,” Kevin said. At the silence he got in reply he chuckled, “Come on, guys, don’t tell me you haven’t figured it out. The demon’s the one who's in charge. Whoever gets it, gets everything. You said it yourself, Tom, it wasn’t Ken who killed Knowles. He’s just getting the credit.” 

“But…”

“Look, we all know it isn’t going to be you. Let’s just put it out there so we can get on with my plan.”

“Why not?” 

“Because you’re still too young and everyone finds you annoying,” Kevin said, blunt. “Don’t give me that look, you know it’s true. You do it on purpose. People don’t want someone who’s just going to piss them off all the time or who they think could get shot from saying the wrong thing to the wrong person.” 

“But mom liked me more,” Tommy said. “She said–”

“She only said that because you’re a fucking baby when things don’t go your way. She was never going to give it to you, why do you think she had you by her side all that time? It was to make you feel important so you didn’t lose your little mind when she didn’t give it to you.” 

“No! It was because she couldn’t stand either of you. I’m the only one who ever did things like her!”

“Because you can’t think for yourself! You always had her telling you what to do. You really believe you can do what she did? You really think you can run an empire like ours? You couldn’t even stand up to her! She only ever bitch slapped you because she knew you wouldn’t do anything about it. You really believe people are going to answer to someone like that?” 

“Kevin!” Gillian yelled. “That’s enough.” 

Kevin laughed, not looking away from Tommy. “See? Even now someone has to come save you.” 

“Fuck you,” Tommy sneered making Kevin laugh again. 

“Stop it. That’s not the point I made,” Gillian went on. “We can’t kill Ken because he’s our brother!” 

“So what?” Kevin shrugged. “He’s the reason mom is dead. As far as I'm concerned, he was never our brother and after that, he never will be.”

“That…that doesn’t matter…he’s still–”

“What are you saying, Gil? You care about him?”

“Of course I do!”

“More than you want to be in charge?” 

She swallowed, mouth closing, eyes falling to the table. 

“That’s what I thought.”

“She’s right,” Tommy said. “He’s family. That’s what we’re all supposed to be about, aren’t we? Even if you don’t give a shit about him, we can’t be seen as the ones who take him out. It would project that we have no loyalty.”

“Then we expose him for what he did to mom.”

“And what? Go back on what we told everyone? Then we’re just liars,” Tommy scoffed. “Not to mention if people find out we have a demon for a pet no one will want to work for us ever again.”

“Fine! Then no one has to know it’s us. I don’t care, if he’s out of the picture then the focus will be back on us three anyway,” Kevin said. “So…are you guys with me or what?”

“Or what,” Tommy replied, pushing his seat out from under the table and standing. “You’ve fucking lost it. I want nothing to do with this.”

“Fuck you!” Kevin called out after him, watching until Tommy had the door slamming behind him. Then he turned to look at his sister. “Come on, Gil, you know I’m right. I know you’ve been thinking the same thing as I am. Everything will be so much simpler if he was gone.”

“Kevin,” she replied, voice soft. “He’s our brother.”

“No, Gil, he isn’t.,” Kevin told her, reaching out to take her hand with his. “You remember what mom told us, he was only ever a spare. A contingency plan. They had him just in case they needed him. Mom was going to kill him for trying to break the deal. She was protecting us from him. You heard him, he doesn’t want us to have the deal. He doesn’t care about us! He just wants to live his own life because he doesn’t know what family is about. He never did. He grew up over there with a nanny, he doesn’t know what we’re about. But mom did, and mom would want us to protect the family. Everyone who came before us and everyone who is going to come after us is counting on us now. The only way to do that is to stop anyone from hurting us, and right now, that’s Ken.” 

Gillian’s eyes had tears in them and he could feel the tremble in her body through her hand. It was funny, for as much as a front as she put on around other people about how she was made of steel through and through, it was so easy for him to see how soft she really was. 

“Okay,” she said and sniffed, shaking her head. Her shoulder set into a straighter line as she sat up, fingers gripping his back tightly. “Okay. I’m with you.” 

“Good,” Kevin said. “I knew you would be. Now, we just gotta keep Tommy quiet about this. I don’t want him tipping Ken off.” 

“He won’t,” Gillian said. “He may not like what we’re doing but he won’t try to stop us. You know him, he doesn’t like to get his hands dirty, or involved in any serious confrontation.”

Kevin snorted but nodded, knowing she was right. “Alright. I’ll ask around, see if we can find someone trustworthy over there to do the job.”

“No. We need to keep it quiet. Keep it clean.”

“Keep it in the family,” he finished for her, echoing the quote of their late mother. 

They smiled at one another. 

And so the game continued. 

--

The drive to London this time was with the knowledge of what lay at the end. 

Before there had been plenty of questions, the picture was too out of focus to be able to tell where he was going. This time he knew, and he knew there was nothing he could do about it. 

His stomach was sick with nerves, making his chest tighten uncomfortably. The anticipation of what was to come sat with him in the passenger seat, watching the lights from the street lamps or dolled up houses pass by in streaks. 

You’re being stupid, the demon told him as he flipped his turning signal on, pulling down the road toward his uncle Barry’s. 

“To you, I’ve never been anything else,” Ken replied. 

This is an exceptional example. 

“I don’t have a choice.”

There’s always a choice, Kenneth. 

“Not when it’s them,” he said. “Not to me.”

Rich considering it’s them that are planning to off you for their own gain. The younger one may have squealed, but that was only for his best interest. If you survive and the other one dies, he still comes out on the winning side.

He pulled up to the house. It was modest for a man like his uncle. Big, sure, but not a mansion like some of the other families lived in. Not like the Carson’s house back in Texas, or their mass of land to match. It was quaint and homey. There were Christmas Lights strung along the edge of the roof, and a blow up snowman waving in the slight breeze that curled through the air of the night. Cars lined the street outside, the windows of the home casting a warm orange glow. 

Fine, it said when Ken didn’t reply. But you know as well as I what must be done. 

“Don’t. This is different. You promised you would let me talk to him,” Ken said as he pulled the keys from the ignition. 

Very well. Be careful, Kenneth, it said before retreating. He almost made the mistake of thinking the demon was worried about his well-being before remembering without him, it would need to find a new host. And there were only so many choices around here now. 

He grabbed the box of gifts from his back seat and strode up to the house. The wreath clad door opened before he could knock, revealing his uncle standing there with a large grin on his face. “Kenny! You made it!” 

“Sorry I’m late,” he offered, “Traffic was–”

“When’s it not? You should know to account for that shit by now,” Barry said, reaching out to grab Ken by his shoulder and pull him inside. “Come in, come in! Danny and the kids are already here. And– oi’! Stace! Look who’s just come in.”

His aunt poked her head out from the long stretch of hallway that ran through the middle of the house, from the front door all the way back into the kitchen, passed a staircase on the left of it and a sitting room on the right. She smiled, and it was one of the first smiles Ken had seen on the woman that looked genuine since her husband had been killed. “Hullo, Ken! Please come in and sit! I don’t know how much longer I can keep these dogs away from the food.”

“I thought I said you shouldn’t wait on me,” Ken said but she merely disappeared back around the corner. 

The house was warm, almost to the point of being stifling, even when Ken had just walked the short way in the cold temperatures that lay behind the door that had been shut behind him. Barry took the box of gifts from him with a grunt, giving Ken the chance to shrug off his coat and scarf, hanging them on the hooks that were in the entryway. 

He saw the signs of his siblings all there, tucked in a row. Tommy’s green peacoat. Gillian’s crisp white trench coat, without a spot on it. Kevin’s cowboy hat. Their father’s vest, that Ken had to place his things over since the other hooks were occupied and nearly overflowing. Then he turned, peering down the hallway as he heard the chorus of voices and laughter from beyond, and followed the sounds of it until it opened up into the kitchen. It smelled like cigar smoke and savory food, like an oven that had been working all day. 

On the other side was the dining area, where his family was all huddled around two tables that had been shoved together. Kevin, Gillian, Tommy, their father. Two empty spaces at each end, one with a glass of wine in front of it and the other with an ashtray with half a cigar sitting in it. Then his cousins, Aunt Stacy and Uncle George’s two children sat. One alone and the other with his wife, who was bouncing their baby in her lap as he peered around the table with dark, curious eyes. 

“Ken!” Gillian cried, standing from her place to wrap her arms around him. She tilted him from side to side, laughing. “Oh it’s so good to see you!”

“Likewise,” he said, returning the hug with a softer touch. She pulled back, smiling at him. 

“You’re late,” Tommy drawled from his place before taking a sip of his own glass of wine. 

“I already chewed ‘im out,” Barry chuckled, sitting down at his place and scooting his chair closer to the table. 

“Saved you a seat,” Kevin grinned, tapping the table top beside him and pulling out the empty chair. Ken felt Gillian grip the back of his shirt a bit tighter where she still had an arm around him but he didn’t react. 

Ken wasn’t a good liar. He hadn’t had to do it before, saw no point in lying to people when the truth was so much easier since he didn’t have to keep up with anything but reality. It made him easy to read, especially to a room full of people who had known him the longest. Not that the time and closeness was necessary to truly be able to see Ken Carson. He wasn’t someone with layers that needed to be peeled back, he was what he was and even if you saw him in passing, you would know exactly who he was. 

But, in some cases, it also made him difficult to understand in a pure sense. Anyone could look at him and see what they wanted to see, not what was actually in front of them. 

Tonight, Kevin looked at his brother and saw the fraying threads of a man who was usually so put together. He saw the dark circles under his eyes. He saw the worry and the fear, the taught line of his shoulders. 

It made something sink in his gut, oozing something rotten into the pit there. 

The whole trip over here, he had been excited. Finally, they were going to put an end to the thorn that had been in his hand for the past sixteen years. He would get revenge on the person responsible for his beloved mother’s death– the person who had threatened the family like no one else because he had been on the inside and they had let him in. 

Now, looking at that person– Kevin saw his big brother. 

“How’ve you been?” Ken asked as he sat down, reaching over to tug Kevin against him in a side hug. Kevin allowed it, but only for a few seconds, before he was leaning back. 

“Ah– you know,” he shrugged, eyes falling to the table top. “You?”

“Ah, you know,” Ken echoed, teasing. 

“When can we eat?” Barry barked. 

“Everything’s ready,” Stacy said, wiping her hands off on her apron. “Come get your plates!” 

Dinner was relatively boring. All anyone spoke about were the same, base level topics. 

How Tommy had grown up so much since they had last seen him, how cute the baby was that was dining with them that night, about the general news in the world and how bleak everything was and would be for the future, and, of course, business. 

Uncle Barton shared with them how things had been tense in the past two weeks, chaos running through the system until the dust managed to settle. It wasn’t as if the death of Samuel Knowles had managed to bring everything to a halt, as business waited for no one and would outlive everyone, but it had sent ripples enough to put a pause in some production. 

Meanwhile, on the Carsons’ side of things, there was less to be said because…what was there to say? Everyone knew it was going poorly. Even Barry wasn’t going to touch the topic out of respect for his brother, not wanting to poke the still grieving man while he was down. 

It was pleasant. 

It was polite. 

It was…painful. 

To Ken, it felt like torture. Having to sit there, listening to people talk but to have no one actually say anything. 

It felt like a waste. He just wanted to cut everyone off and say, Can we actually discuss what we’re all here to talk about?

But he remained present instead because, while the small talk may have been meaningless, the time spent listening to it felt precious. Everyone sitting around the table together for the first time in a very long time may have been a miracle in itself. And no fight broke out, no tense argument put together by crafted passive aggressive comments. There were smiles and laughter and bad jokes, stories that had been told every year came out to repeat themselves once more. 

So when it all came to an end when Kevin asked to talk to Ken outside, he lingered just a few seconds longer than was necessary at that table before following. 

When he passed Tommy and Gillian, they both turned to look at him. He smiled, giving them a nod. Ken walked back through the hall toward the front door, grabbing his coat on his way out after Kevin who had put his hat back on. 

They stood on the front porch together, side by side. It was misting, making the already miserable weather that much worse. Ken squinted his eyes against the thick layer of water that was coming down in thin sheets, shoving his arms through their respective sleeves and tucking his hands under his armpits to try conserving all the warmth he had soaked in from outside. 

“Let’s take a walk,” Kevin said, already stepping down and out from under the protective roof of the porch into the night. Ken sighed, glancing back at the door before going after him. 

“Kevin,” he started, “I know what you must be thinking–”

“Do you?” his brother snorted. “Well go on then, tell me.”

“You think it was me who…who…” Ken swallowed, still unable to even get the word out. “That I’m making some sort of play for mom’s seat. Or that I’m trying to start something over here to take over everything, but I’m not.”

“Sure as shit looks that way, Ken,” Kevin said. “I mean, look at you. Uncle Barry is practically treating you like you were one of his own. All he could talk about before you showed up was you. Fuck, that’s all anyone’s been talking about ever since word got out about what happened. About what you did.”

“But it wasn’t me!” Ken reasoned. “It was the demon.”

“The demon killed Sam Knowles? Just like it called mom?” 

“Yes! No! I don’t–”

“You’re so full of shit,” Kevin shook his head, stopping them as they reached the end of the block. Above them the streetlamp burned bright enough to cast light across the street corner, making the wet pavement a reflective surface and the little rain droplets shine as they quickly passed by on their way down. “You know you pushed me to this! You chose yourself over fucking family!” 

“It wasn’t me!” 

“The fuck it wasn’t! It’s your body, Ken. Your hands, your heart, your fucking finger pulling the god damn trigger. I don’t care if that thing is inside of you and can come out to play whenever it wants. You’re still in there, too,” Kevin said, shoving his finger harshly into Ken’s chest every few words for emphasis. “Even if it was that thing’s idea, you let it do it! You were a bystander!”

“It doesn’t work like that, Kevin,” he said. “I don’t have any control when it–”

“Shut up,” Kevin said. “Just shut the fuck up.”

Ken swallowed and felt the demon begin to move inside his head. “Kevin, please. You have to listen to me. You have to let me talk to you or else it’s going to–”

“I'm sick of listening to you! To everyone fucking talk about you like you’re hot shit. As if I don’t fucking know exactly what you are. You’re nothing. You were always nothing, you were just a contingency plan mom and dad had,” Kevin yelled. “The only reason they didn’t feed you to that thing was because you have our blood running through your veins but you aren’t actually one of us, are you, Ken? You were never a true Carson, and yet all you’ve ever done is use our name and our deal and our legacy to ruin us! Well I’m not going to let that happen. Mom saw you last year for what you are and she knew what had to be done, so now I’m going to finish it for her.”

“Kevin,” he breathed, unsure of what else he was supposed to say to any of that. The pain of it was too intense to comb through at that moment. 

The street lamp flickered. 

The demon hummed inside his head, making his skull rattle, teeth vibrating with it. Ken took a step back but Kevin grabbed a hold of his coat lapels. 

“Don’t–!” Ken yelled, not sure which one he was addressing. But there was a flash as Kevin raised his hand up, the glimmer of metal as it passed through the light, and something hard passed over Ken’s cheek. Once, twice, and again before cloth was pressed against his nose and mouth. 

Then it was just cold and dark for a long time. 

He woke up inside his mind and groggily got to his feet to find his way back to the surface, viewing from the place the demon allowed him to. 

The demon was very, very annoyed with the cards it had been dealt. 

Kevin had ambushed his brother, apparently having put in a call to those that were still bitter over the loss of Knowles and who were able and willing to help him kidnap Kenneth. After drugging him and shoving him into the back of a car, they had driven him out to the middle of nowhere. There was only grass on either side of the road, the only structure was one of those made for supporting telephone lines or electrical power or something of the sort. Not one that required personnel to work it. There was no one that could be conned into helping. 

Kenneth’s body was being held up by two of the men as they had wrestled it out of the car and into the street to sit on its knees before the headlight, which had fanned out in to illuminate the scene. It was still raining here, making a mess of everything, the earth’s scent obnoxiously pungent in the air. 

Kevin came forward, kicking Kenneth in the stomach. The demon allowed the body to lean over, as if Kenneth could feel the blow and the pain that it elicited. The men holding him up let go, allowing Kenneth to fall over. Kevin leaned over him, picking Kenneth back up by the collar of his shirt and coat until he was back on his knees before him. 

“Come on out, then you mother fucker!” Kevin spat. “Come on! I know you can hear me.” 

The demon chuckled, lifting Kenneth’s upper lip to reveal his perfect teeth. “Oh, yes, I can hear you loud and clear, Kevin Carson. You never were one for inside voices.”

Kevin didn’t startled, merely took out the gun he had bashed Kenneth’s pretty face in with earlier and pointed it against his brother’s forehead. The muzzle was warm from where it had been tucked against Kevin’s body, a stark contrast to the cold wind and colder rain water that had everyone hunching their shoulders up against. 

Everyone except the demon, who could simply block all of this out by paying no mind to the chemical combinations that ran through Kenneth’s brain and through his nervous system. 

“Good,” Kevin said. “Then you’re going to hear me when I tell you that your time with Ken here is up. After I blow his brains out, you’re going to need a new ride. I’m it.” 

“I see that,” the demon said, nodding Kenneth’s head. “You’ve thought this through, then?”

“‘Course.”

“You wish to make a deal?”

“...no,” Kevin frowned. “We already got one.”

“Your family’s deal, yes, but what about you?” the demon asked. “I have more to offer.”

“What more could I need?”

The demon laughed and it used its own voice, Kenneth’s taking on a static-y quality on top of that deeper register it so loved to feel in the chest cavity of its host. “You desire to be seen, don’t you? I’ve noticed you, Kevin Carson. All these years, bidding your mother’s favor, only to get what in return exactly?”

Kevin shifted his stance, fingers loosening and tightening as he readjusted his hold on the gun. The metal clacked as he did. The demon continued to smile up at him.

“Your brother kills one man and is suddenly the talk of the town. You have killed many men and women and have only garnered silence for it. She never did let you up the ladder, no matter how many times you came back with a win for her,” it said. “All you got were nightmares.” 

“Shut up,” Kevin said, quietly and then louder as he shoved the gun forward, making Kenneth’s body bend back with it. “Shut up! She loved me!”

“Of course she did,” the demon cooed. “I know. I could feel it. She loved you very much. The problem was that she also loved your brother and sister, too. A miscalculation on her part, you see. She did not think all three of you would be so different in your strengths and weaknesses. But then, there was still time. Still years before she had to decide who would get to take her place. A margin of years that could account for accidents that you might have put yourself through, or mistakes made that she could use to take one of you out of the running. Of course, with her gone, there was never a true legacy decided upon.”

The demon closed Kenneth’s eyelids for a moment. When it opened them, the demon was looking back with its dark, endless gaze. 

“But there could be. I could do that for you. Ensure your place so that this,” it raised Kenneth’s hands to gesture to the situation, “could not happen to you.”

“...what do you mean?”

“Oh, Kevin Carson, come on! If you’re willing to kill your own flesh and blood for this, what makes you think your other siblings will not take you out next?”

“They…they wouldn’t. It’s different.”

“Wouldn’t they?” it smiled and then turned its attention to the sound of tires rolling over wet cement. 

“Who the fuck is that?” one of the men said. There was a chorus of curses, and then everyone who was not Kevin made a run for it. They all piled into the car that was idling and screeched off down the road, leaving the demon and Kevin in darkness. 

But only for a moment before the other car made its way forward. It ground to a halt a few meters back, new tints of headlights peering over the pair. Kevin had moved around Kenneth’s body, the gun now shoved against Kenneth’s temple as he stood behind him to face the newcomers. Car doors opened and shut, footsteps came rushing forward. 

“Kevin! Oh, Jesus Christ, what the fuck are you doing?” Tommy’s voice called as a gasp accompanied him. 

Both Tommy and Gillian stepped out in front of the car. 

“Don’t come any closer!” Kevin yelled, making them pause. 

“Kevin! Let him go!” Gillian said. “This isn’t right!”

“What are you two doing here?”

“Why the fuck do you think we’re here, you fucking dumbass? You can’t kill Ken!” Tommy yelled.

“Gillian?” Kevin questioned. 

“I– Kevin, this isn’t right,” she said. “I’m sorry but I–”

“Fucking coward,” he spat. “This isn’t even Ken!” 

“The fuck are you talking about? I’m looking right at him!”

“Tell them,” Kevin said, using his other hand to shove at Kenneth’s shoulder. The demon waited for him to do it again, harder, enough for it to be realistic when the demon pitched Kenneth’s body forward onto the ground. “Tell them!”

It rolled Kenneth over, reaching up to take hold of Kevin’s arm that held the gun and shove it upward. A shot rang out, making Gillian scream and the younger siblings run back toward the car for some semblance of cover. It knew that Kevin Carson was strong, stronger than even Kenneth was despite its host’s fit physique, due to the shorter and stouter body Kevin had been born with and all the hours of manual labor he had invested into it. 

But the demon had more experience then Kevin Carson and so with a swift and deliberate twisting of the man’s wrist, the gun was released and clattered to the ground below. It then used the man’s weight against him, allowing his forward momentum to carry and helped him along toward the ground by yanking him forward. It rolled Kenneth’s body out of the way so that Kevin could fall flat on his chest and the demon could lift Kenneth up onto his knees. 

It grabbed Kevin by the shoulders, turning him over to push a knee harshly into his stomach, forcing the air from his lungs and leaving him winded while the demon wound Kenneth’s arm back to deliver punch, after punch, after punch until Kevin’s blood ran freely from his nose. It coated Kenneth’s knuckles. 

“Ken!” Gillian yelled. “Stop it! Stop it!”

“Kenneth may be present,” the demon said, hauling in air of its own as Kenneth’s body demanded it from the laborious task of physical exertion. “But I am afraid he will not be able to comply with your demands, Miss Gillian.”

“Oh fuck,” Tommy said. “It’s–”

“Ah, Thomas,” the demon peered up, having to use a hand to swipe rain from Kenneth’s eyes so that it could focus them properly. Though they still appeared inky black, as the demon had no intention of letting the siblings think their brother was remotely reachable. “I wanted to thank you for your call earlier. Without it I’m not sure Kenneth would have been so easily manipulated into coming tonight.”

“What?” Gillian turned to Tommy. “What is it talking about?”

“I…”

“Oh, Miss Gillian, don't act so innocent, you knew this whole time what your little brother would let Kenneth know what Kevin here was going to do,” it said, smiling down at Kevin. The middle brother lashed a hand out but the demon easily evaded it, snatching it out of the air and moving it to the side to land another harsh blow to Kevin’s face. Kevin yelled in pain, turning his head to the side in order to spit out the blood that was pooling in his mouth, running back into his throat from his nose, so as not to choke. It tutted, shaking Kenneth’s head. “I so wish you would have taken the deal when you had the chance, Kevin. But– as it stands, I can’t let you go now. You brought witnesses and, unfortunately, the only play I have left will be to kill you so Kenneth will not be seen as weak.”

“Why…?” Kevin swallowed. “Why not me?”

“Because you’ve just tried to kill your own kin, you idiot,” the demon growled through gritted teeth. “Our brand is loyalty to the family. Who would want to follow a man who completely turned his back on that? This way everyone will think Kenneth was only doing what was right. You, on the other hand, would be forever marked in black for killing Kenneth out of spite and jealousy. And while I admire it, humans would only find fault.”

“Wait–!” Gillian said and walked toward them, but didn’t dare get too close. “Please, wait. You don’t have to kill either of them.”

“I do, though, Miss Gillian,” the demon said. “Kevin has forced my hand. And while I enjoy you thinking that a bullet could stop me, I must inform you that you would be mistaken. You would only be killing Kenneth in the process. I cannot be undone so easily.”

The woman startled at the words, eyes glancing to where Kevin’s gun was only a few paces away from her, before stepping back toward Tommy, plan apparently foiled. 

The demon sighed, “I am sorry about this, Kevin.” 

“Wait,” he managed to get out, hands touching Kenneth’s stomach, his arm. “Wait, please–”

Using Kenneth’s hands, it touched Kevin’s cheeks. The man grunted and watched as the cuts and forming bruises on Kenneth’s face began to heal. His own face pulsed with pain, though he did not realise that his own healthy tissue was being taken by the demon, transferring them from one brother to the next in order to keep its host from having to answer any unwanted questions. After all, it planned on returning to Miss Isabela Madrigal and all those back in Swynlake after tonight, it wouldn’t do to let her worry by having him come back to her looking the way he did. She needed him picture perfect, didn’t she? Grass on either side of the road began to die, too, though it went unnoticed by all but the entity that was using its life force. 

It then moved Kenneth’s hands down to Kevin’s neck. Such a soft thing, the human neck, and yet it held so many precious things within it. The trachea, spine, esophagus, jugular. Yet it was so exposed, so vulnerable, so easy to wrap a pair of hands around and squeeze.

“Ken!” Tommy yelled. “Ken, if you can hear me, do something!”

The demon chuckled and then began to unfold itself from its host’s body. Its darkness began to pull in the shadows of the night, preparing to step out from the human shell it walked around in so that it could have the pleasure of eating its first Carson soul. 

That was, until it felt something sharp and strong pry it from its place. The demon faltered in its movements, diverting attention to the sensation. It found itself being…pulled. Or rather pried from Kenneth’s body, like someone would peel back the skin of a citrus fruit only with more ligaments connecting the flesh from the meat, each one coming loose with an agonizing snap. 

When it looked back, looked within, it found Kenneth. 

The door it usually kept him behind had been demolished, torn to pieces by blood covered hands and a mangled mind. It had never felt Kenneth be so…primal in presence. Usually he was quite civilized, centuries of manners and societal teachings having turned him away from the baser instincts that lingered within every human being. It seemed he had tapped into them now. 

In that moment, facing its hosts being like this, the demon felt a flicker of doubt. 

It turned back around and reached for control of the body only to find Kenneth yanking it back. 

No, Kenneth said, the voice firm and bright inside of his mind. 

The demon struggled against the vice like grip that Kenneth had on it, so surprised by this display that it was caught in the moment by the emotion and by Kenneth’s deluge of humanity that was washing over. It may have had a great deal of practice in knowing how to possess a host but in all the bodies and minds it had been inside, it had never known this. A host had never fought back with so much strength that it rivaled its own and it did not know how to get out from under it. It didn’t have the time to try figuring it out either, instead simply trying to use pure force to get Kenneth to let go. 

Kenneth didn’t seem to intend to let it win, though. Not this time. 

Apparently it had played the wrong hand. It hadn’t accounted for this. How could it? This was new. This was unknown. 

The demon would have thought it very interesting, had it not been terrified. 

“No!” someone yelled from outside of Kenneth’s mind. They both peered out to see Kevin’s slack form underneath Kenneth’s hands that had not let go of his brother’s neck despite the battle raging on from inside. “Kevin!” 

Thinking this was a perfect distraction, the demon began to wriggle out from Kenneth only to go still as Kenneth hauled it back. 

It seemed in the time he had been behind the door, locked away inside that space, he had learned how to build one, too. After all, he’d had plenty of time to get to know his cell while the demon used his body for its own gains and entertainment. And Kenneth was a Carson, who had learned how to build and recreate as well as the next. It was just that his execution never quite lived up to the standard. 

The room the demon was dragged into would hold it, but only for a little while. 

Ken slammed the door shut behind him and willed another wall over the door, giving him that much more time. 

It would have to be enough.

He breathed in harshly as he returned to his body and threw himself off of his brother. His fingers felt numb and tingly, ribs aching from where the demon hadn’t paid those wounds any mind. Ken pushed himself up and looked back at Kevin, who had turned over into his side, gasping for air. 

“Kevin, Kevin, oh god–” he said and crawled over, pulling his brother into his arms, letting him lay in his lap as he looked down at him. “Are you–?”

But Kevin yelled, fear and panic in his eyes, and tried to shove Ken away from him. A hand pushed against Ken’s chin, pushing his head up and away. He jerked back, out of the reach, turning back. “Please! Please don’t kill me! Don’t kill me!”

“Kevin,” Ken tried to tell him, hand touching his brother’s face. “Kevin, it’s okay. It’s me, it’s–”

“Get away from him!” Gillian cried. Both her and Tommy had raced toward them after Ken had let Kevin go. She grabbed Kevin while Tommy had run behind Ken, yanking him backwards by his armpits. They separated them, Gillian helping Kevin get to his feet, though he slipped and she had to catch his weight so he didn’t bring them to the ground. Both turned around to look fearfully over at Tommy, who now had Ken with the gun tucked under his chin. 

Ken grunted against Tommy’s hold. He tried to lift up his hands, saying between wheezing breaths, “Tom–! Tommy, it’s me. It’s Ken!”

“The fuck you are!” Tommy scoffed. “I’m not falling for that shit! Oldest trick in the book!”

“Tommy, please.”

“Look– this isn’t personal,” Tommy said, words frantic. Ken could feel the slight tremor in his hand that echoed through the gun. “But we can’t just let you kill our brother. We’ll get you your souls. This doesn’t have to change anything. Kevin, say you're sorry.”

“I–” was all Kevin could get out, still too busy breathing. 

“See?” Tommy asked. “And we couldn’t let him kill Ken! Which I’m sure you appreciate! This is all just a big misunderstanding. Okay?” 

“Tommy,” Ken tried again, breathing in a stuttering breath. He felt the shift in his brother and startled when he was turned around to face Tommy, his brother’s hands clutching his upper arms. Ken was taller than Tommy was by a good few inches, but his legs faltered under him at the unexpected and forceful shift, still trying to settle back into his body, and he wound up on his knees once more. He grabbed onto Tommy, trying to stay upright, and Tommy bent with him, not letting him go. 

He blinked, looking up at Tommy whose eyes were wide, jumping back and forth between Ken’s. 

“...Ken?” he asked, voice hushed. After a moment, he found what he was looking for and his face slackened, amazement clouding his stare. “Holy shit. You did it.” 

“Tommy!” Gillian yelled. “Come on!” 

Tommy looked up for a moment and Ken could hear the sound of the car doors again, opening and slamming shut. Their gazes met, eldest to youngest, and Tommy reached up to clutch the back of Ken’s neck, pressing their foreheads together briefly. 

“Sorry about this,” he whispered and then stepped back, mirroring Kevin earlier that night and landed a blow to the side of Ken’s head with the butt of the gun. 

And then Tommy was running off toward the car, following his siblings inside. The vehicle backed up and turned down the way it had approached, leaving Ken alone on that road in the middle of who knew where. Rain continued to pour down on him, making him shiver at the chill that ran down his spine. He groaned softly to himself, pressing the heel of a hand into the ground so he could roll over onto his back, blinking blearily up at the night sky that offered him nothing else but darkness.

Well, well, well the demon’s voice echoed. It was muffled coming from inside the place he had constructed for it. Look who decided to play after all.

[wickedlyxenvy]

Just Like Fire // past para

Envy despised these little meetings for a reason. The balls were nothing but wasteful gatherings with the Princes while their King spent the entire evening primping and preening his authority. They were mandatory affairs even for the brothers who were less inclined to make an appearance without a forcing hand, namely Wrath, though even the devil himself could not deny unceremoniously stuffing his more brutal of princes in his royal garb wouldn't reap possible repercussions in the future. Nevertheless, the most grumpy of brothers arrived just before the feast began, seated within the ornate chair two down from Envy while the King sat at the head of the table. No one dared to settle in the chair at the opposite end, not even the favorite son Pride or in that case, Celeste. He couldn't ponder his gaze upon the First Daughter for a long period, but he certainly was not jealous of her seating arrangements being closest to the King.

Dinner was nothing special in his personal opinion. The delicacies were uneventful, the wine lacking its usual punch, or that could have been Envy's own off-kilter sense peeking through. Recently, an energy in the air floating above their kingdoms has felt unbalanced. Even absorbing the image of the King and the Princes of Hell around the expansive table was like a picture with something terrible wrong with it that he cannot place his finger on. Envy had quickly shaken off the emotion knowing the King held the power to practically taste when one of his children journeyed beyond the confines of the expectations he raised for the crowned demons. They were personifications of the Seven Deadly Sins, not beings designed for adopting any humanity. Serve your master, banish all feelings. Abandon all hope, ye who enter here. An accurate inscription branded over the gates of Hell itself.

The discussion after the meal proved fruitless and boredom-inducing, mainly consisting of Greed or Pride groveling at the King's feet and detailing their victories on the battlefield. Barking commands, training the demons for a war that may or may not arise and their leader lapping it up with satisfaction. Envy spent the duration sharing an eyeroll from Sloth across the table knowing his brother processed the same thoughts. The laughability of those two and the naivety that they thought competing for their father's approval did not equate to fear of what will happen if they ever fell out of his favor. Being the favorite son didn't keep Pride safe and it did not stop Greed from being used as a playable pawn on a chess board. At least Wrath feared very little of the King's retaliation for anything because the truth is...the two were alike. Their King's weapon, the sword used to inflict bloodshed and spread terror in all kingdoms, a nightmare whose name is spoken with hushed whispers among the demons too cowardly to say such out loud. Admittedly, Envy became jealous of the position as much as he admired his brother's infamy.

Once the conversations died down and the royals dispersed, this inevitably transformed the prime moment where Envy could stand along the outskirts of the dining hall and revel in his loneliness. Each brother, apart from perhaps two, wrote off this behavior as his innate nature remaining on the sidelines and seeing the Princes gain what they thrived towards while he's left in the dust. However accurate any observation might entail only strengthened the notion that he saw what others don't. The nuances of each brother written like words on a scroll perfectly embodied the dynamics from prince to prince. Envy leaned his back against the marble stone wall and adjusted the crown on his head, the green gemstones catching the light of the candles lining the chandelier hanging above them all.

Envy's gaze settled on Gluttony and Lust, the inseparable pair engaged in exuberant banter he knew would not possess the slightest bit of serious substance. Just jokes, the typical gossip from around the palace walls either latched onto as if nothing else mattered for them. Gluttony's personality in particular thrived on running his mouth and passing information regardless of how vapid Envy thought the subject topic was. What servants were sleeping with who, Lust's latest conquests, even the prattle about their own brothers. He watched Lust glance in his direction before turning to whisper something to Gluts and proceeded to shoot his brothers a glare as if daring them to say the shit-talking to his face. What they were actually talking about, he couldn't be one hundred percent certain, but Envy knew the likely criticism. Likely passing judgement about his knack for sitting on the sidelined bench. Fine, let the little assholes judge and take comfort in each other's petty company.

With a released huff and the incredulous shake of his head, Envy's eyes found Pride. The golden child and the favorite son emulating the King's mannerisms. Something that was clearly noticeable was the way his brother stood straighter in the devil's presence like an arrogant peacock exuding self-importance amongst his inferiors because that is what the siblings were in his eyes...inferiors. Distractions crowding his limelight. The Prince of jealousy's gaze traveled downwards, resting on the hand clutching Pride's sword at his side almost as if a foolish demon will burst through the doors and slay the King where he stands. Oh, Pride, always at the ready to maim and kill for a sack of shit who cares little about you, the thought crossed Envy's mind. Still, he loathed the sight as much as he admired it knowing the monster in him wanted what his brother possessed. The high ranking and the King's praises.

His attention drifted on Greed for a brief moment, spotting the similarities between him and Pride. Envy never really had a problem with Greed, sure, his brother seemed stuffy and pompous. He coveted anything his grubby hands reached toward and he couldn't say he did not indulge in the same practices. They're alike too, different sides of the same coin, Envy hoarded his possessions and fiercely protected his fancies when threatened or looked on with interest by another. They weren't provided the same path, however, he was brushed aside and forgotten about while Greed had been pitted against the prodigal Pride. It must reek fighting and clawing the way to the top only to land at the bottom every time his brother trailed the coattails of a glory barely within his reach. Truthfully pathetic, but Envy held no room for pity. Why pity any of his brothers when they gossiped about him behind his back? Or looked down their noses sneeringly at what was perceived as Envy's petulant habits? He resented them with his full being.

Except Wrath, who's as close to a sibling for him as one can get. Envy found Wrath's form from across the room, looking just as uncomfortable as he felt in a roomful of practical strangers. He considered himself pretty intuitive knowing the other demon better than most could claim and noticed any small changes in Wrath's expression. He knew a furrowed brow and hard stare spelled annoyance or a particular glint in his eye meant forthcoming death and a warning everyone nearby should run. Then there are the less obvious moments, when the sarcasm dropped and left a demon prince who seemed...unhappy? Envy suddenly discerned a change with Wrath's demeanor, small and barely spotted by somebody not as trained to see such differences as him. A flickered gaze, lasting longer than it should have, directed itself in the same vicinity the King and the First Daughter were standing talking among themselves. Envy followed the sightline slowly and thought for a moment Wrath zeroed in on the King, but no...Celeste felt the stare as well and raised those piercing blue orbs, somehow finding the other man. A forbidden look. It means nothing, Envy rationalized. It's just one small glance, their King cannot punish them for a simple meeting of the gazes. Or it could mean something.

"What are you staring at, brother?" Envy tore his gaze from the pair and shattered the reverie before coming face-to-face with Sloth, arms crossed and the first few buttons of his undershirt unfastened in a relaxed state. If anyone detested these meetings turned soirées more than him, it is Sloth who he knew would rather be holed away in his palace running around nude because he couldn't bother himself with overcoming laziness putting on his clothing. Envy nodded in Wrath and Celeste's direction until the other turned, "I think our brother and the First Daughter were having a little moment." He folded his arms across his chest and shot Sloth a quirked brow, "Do you think it means what I think it means?"

"Don't." The sharpness in Sloth's vocal tone took Envy aback as the other moved in front of him, blocking his view of the wrathful prince and the King's most prized possession. Strange, his brother never snapped at anyone with such seriousness, only the obvious hint of sarcasm. "Do not travel down that road, Envy. It leads nowhere safe." Sloth slightly turned to look behind him, releasing a sigh now that Celeste and Wrath dropped their stolen glance, before redirecting his attention on his other brother. "If you know what is good for you, you will drop this before you begin making mountains out of anthills."

"You were thinking the same thing, were you not?" Envy attempted peeking around Sloth's frame to steal another glance, scoffing in irritation when his brother obstructed any chance of him reading further into one single gesture. "You know him, Sloth. I could feel the weird electricity from that stare all the way across the room. Maybe it's nothing or it's something, I can't know with certainty unless it happens again."

"We both also know the King." Sloth drawled slowly as if conveying how exhausted he became from the topic at hand. It was his natural default he couldn't switch off. "Imagine any of our brothers heard of your theories about Wrath and the witch. Those whispers will find the ever churning gossip mill that is Lust and Gluttony before it trickled from servant to servant and then will it land in the King's lap. Even if it was not true, it does not matter with him. And do you understand what will happen to you when he discovers you began the domino effect? Your head, plate," Sloth held out his hand palm facing up in a makeshift platter motion, "Hello."

Envy nudged the man's hand away with an exaggerated groan, "I am not a simpleton." The bemused expression he spotted crossing his brother's face spoke the contrary, but he wasn't a petulant child needing dressed down to when the King filled that role perfectly. The immaturity of Sloth never failed as par for the course, on the flip side, what more did he expect from a sibling? Envy, Sloth, and Wrath were the unspoken trio bound by their titles, yes, but an understanding that Wrath possessed greater than a murderous appetite. Envy personally shared the bloodlust from time to time instilling jealousy through the subjects of his kingdom just for entertainment value and the laziest of the three could care enough to send any soul to their demise by staying in one place without moving an inch. They were all cruel by unique perspectives because that is an everlasting demonic heritage rising above the surface. "I know what I saw. I am frustratingly aware how Father Dearest will pop out my eyeballs and fashion them as ornamentation for his attire. Or, I don't know," Envy raised his arms in a shrug as he searched for the right words, "Commit the girl to a worse life sentence than the one currently served."

"Or attack the other party involved in the rumor, even while it could be just that, a suspected rumor." Sloth moved until he stood side-by-side with Envy, following the movement of every brother in attendance. He has been guilty of standing on the sidelines and observing exactly like his brother, picking their tells from the mixed bag, at least when he gave a shit. Envy shook his head and turned to glance up at him, their height difference not as apparent as when he stood next to another Prince, but of the six others, Sloth was perhaps the tallest. His lankier frame did not help matters. "In spite of threats, he wouldn't be so foolish as going up against Wrath and winning." Sloth's brow raised inquisitively at the claim, pushing Envy to clarify, "I see the King's fear. Others certainly don't, but I do. It's written in his actions barely bothering our brother in his kingdom when he isn't off playing the weapon."

"You are not one to be underestimated, Envy." Sloth's statement caught the Prince of Envy by slight surprise, especially with the hard stare he was being given as if his brother's gears were working tirelessly to figure him out. Envy raised his shoulders in a defeating shrug, resigning himself as no one who will ever live up to any expectation from the others. He was okay playing the monster if he couldn't fit a different mold. Who else can he be when the King dictated his essence? His behaviors and decisions? Somehow, Envy felt as trapped and suffocated as Celeste in that moment. "It doesn't matter. I say something, I die. I say something and others perish alongside me." Envy could see the fantastical image, his remains laying in a pile of nothing after the King executed him for slanderous gossip while the rest of his brothers looked on not so much as in pity, but without a care. Oh, poor Envy, if only he kept his mouth shut and not do what we anticipated, they would think. We didn't need him anyway. No, maybe they didn't need him.

"Do yourself the favor then, E. Drop it." Sloth reached out a hand as another lowly demon carrying wine goblets on a silver tray passed the princes with a curt polite bow, plucking a cup while he watched the servant scurry away. He tipped the rim towards Envy in a silent toast and sipped, releasing a sigh that seemed to unleash his frustrations over the heaviness surrounding this chat. "Forget about it."

"I can't." The blunt truth. Envy watched his brother take another drink from the goblet and roll his eyes as Sloth ventured away, leaving the resentful prince to stew in the choices entailing his observations. He never forgot about grudges, why in all seven circles of Hell would Sloth believe the man will brush aside one small non-verbal interaction between the First Daughter and Wrath? He couldn't shake this feeling no matter what he did just as he cannot bury the sensation something is churning underneath the surface of their feet like the labor of a sleeping storm encircling their way of life as the underworld saw it. A ticking combustion needing one tiny spark.

And Envy knew there will come a day he would not be the brother to light it.

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(via The Room Of Broken Mirrors - The Universal Coexistence | Flickr)

The Room Of Broken Mirrors - The Universal Coexistence by Daniel Arrhakis (2024)

The Room of Broken Mirrors - The Importance of Universal Coexistence - Inter reflections and repercussions in the fabric of space-time.

Space is a component of material existence and time, the sequence of transformations of matter. Thus, space and time become inseparable conceptions with forms and magnitudes derived from the forms and magnitudes of matter and its transformations, movements and energy.

Thus, there is no absolute reality because each of these realities is an infinitesimal reality, where space intersects with a given infinitesimal time and which is different for each observer depending on their position in space. It's as if we had a room full of broken mirrors in which each piece shows a piece of a global reality but with differences between them due to the angles of reflection.

Just as there are several perceptions in the same reality, the one that is visible to our eyes and the one that is visible to the others... that we do not perceive.

At the intersection of various realities we only see forms as distorted by mirrors that reflect both space and time... our actions and those of others always have consequences in the present, but also in various  futures... to the extent that our acts or simple presence at a given interception point can have repercussions on the destinies of its actors, however illusory or insignificant they may seem to be.

Thus, we all have importance in this universe and without realizing it we can influence and be influenced by multiple realities and these propagate infinitesimally in the space-time fabric with a complex and interactive three-dimensional network of actions and reflections.

So a simple grain of sand does not make a beach but all the grains of sand that exist on it become essential to make a beach.

The same goes for each of us as spiritual beings. Our simple existence has repercussions and reflections on others and future events, even if we don't think so.

Let's give a small example, you wore an orange sweater that morning, someone saw it and also wanted to buy it because they liked the color. Without realizing it, the fact that they had seen it made someone else also buy an orange sweater.

But it could have just been a chance encounter, without wanting someone  fell in front of you and you help her, preventing that person from getting hurt. In that small moment you protected someone from getting hurt and ultimately had beneficial consequences for her, her work and her own family.

In the Ion Mystical World / Humanistic Mystic Movement, each of us is important in our society and in a extrapolation way, in our Universe to which we belong and this also extends to our spiritual being, so our existence is unique, sacred and irreplaceable!

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A Sala dos Espelhos Quebrados - A Importância da Coexistência Universal - Inter-Reflexões e repercussões no tecido espaço-tempo.

O espaço é uma componente da existência material e do tempo, a sequência de transformações da matéria. Assim, o espaço e o tempo tornam-se conceções indissociáveis ​​com formas e grandezas derivadas das formas e grandezas da matéria e das suas transformações, movimentos e energia.

Assim, não existe realidade absoluta porque cada uma destas realidades é uma realidade infinitesimal, onde o espaço se cruza com um determinado tempo infinitesimal e que é diferente para cada observador dependendo da sua posição no espaço. É como se tivéssemos uma sala cheia de espelhos partidos em que cada peça mostra um pedaço de uma realidade global mas com diferenças entre eles devido aos ângulos de reflexão.

Assim como existem várias perceções numa mesma realidade, aquela que é visível aos nossos olhos e aquela que é visível aos outros... que não percebemos.

Na intersecção de várias realidades só vemos formas distorcidas por espelhos que refletem tanto o espaço como o tempo... as nossas ações e as dos outros têm sempre consequências no presente, mas também em vários futuros... na medida em que os nossos atos ou a simples presença num determinado ponto de interceção pode ter repercussões nos destinos dos seus atores, por mais ilusórios ou insignificantes que possam parecer.

Assim, todos nós temos importância neste universo e sem nos apercebermos podemos influenciar e ser influenciados por múltiplas realidades e estas propagam-se infinitesimalmente na tessitura espácio-temporal com uma rede tridimensional complexa e interativa de ações e reflexões.

Assim um simples grão de areia não faz uma praia mas todos os grãos de areia que nele existem tornam-se essenciais para fazer uma praia.

O mesmo se passa com cada um de nós enquanto seres espirituais. A nossa simples existência tem repercussões e reflexos nos outros e nos acontecimentos futuros, mesmo que assim não pensemos.

Vamos dar um pequeno exemplo, você usou uma camisola laranja nessa manhã, alguém a viu e também quis comprar porque gostou da cor. Sem se aperceber,  o facto de terem visto a sua camisola, fez com que outra pessoa comprasse também uma camisola laranja.

Mas poderia ter sido apenas um encontro casual, imaginemos que sem querer, alguém caísse à sua frente e você a ajudasse, evitando que essa pessoa se magoasse. Nesse pequeno momento protegeu alguém de se magoar e, em última análise, teve consequências benéficas para ela, para o  trabalho dela, e para a sua própria família.

No Mundo Místico de Ion / Movimento Místico Humanista,  cada um de nós é importante na nossa sociedade e de forma extrapolada, no nosso Universo ao qual pertencemos e isso também se estende ao nosso ser espiritual, portanto a nossa existência é única, sagrada e insubstituível!

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[Brasil] Nome social para imigrantes e Refugiados

English: Social name for immigrants and Refugees

Français: Nom social pour des immigrants et des réfugiés

Português

English (Inglês)

Français (Francês)

Links - Info

1. Português

O sistema de nome social no Brasil está disponível nos seguintes documentos:

CPF

RG

Carteira Nacional de Registro Migratorio - CNRM / RNM

Documento Provisório de Registro Imigratorio - DPRNM

Protocolo de Solicitação de Refúgio

Atenção:

Temos que enfatizar que apenas instituições de ensino e o governo são obrigados a respeitar seu nome social. Seu nome legal sempre irá aparecer junto do social, e as pessoas podem escolher colocar ele em sistemas ou não, e chamar você com seu nome antigo sem consequencias na lei.

Tratamento hormonal:

Você também estará feliz em saber que tratamento hormonal é grátis pelo SUS, o sistema universal de saúde para todos os habitantes, incluindo imigrantes e refugiado. Porém isso apenas se aplica em cidade em que o tratamento está disponivel, e apenas quando há hormônios sobrando para distribuir. Frequentemente não será o caso.

2. English

The social name system in Brasil is disponible to all the following:

CPF

RG

Carteira Nacional de Registro Migratorio (National Card of Migrant Registry) - CNRM / RNM

Documento Provisório de Registro Imigratorio (Provisory Document of Migrant Registry) -DPRNM

Protocolo de Solicitação de Refúgio (Protocol of Request of Refuge)

Warning:

We have to give importance to the fact that only learning instituitions and government has to respect your social name. Your legal name will always appear together with it, and people as free as they please to put it on their systems or not, or they can speak with you on purpouse with your old name without repercussions.

Hormonal treatment

You will also be happy to know that HRT is free by the SUS, the national healthcare system for all habitants, including immigrants and refugees. However, that only applies to cities in which the treatment is avaliable, and whenever there's hormones in stock (quite frequently it will not be the case).

3. Français

Le système de nom social au Brasél est disponible pour:

CPF

RG

Carteira Nacional de Registro Migratorio (Carte Nationale du Registre des Migrants) - CNRM / RNM

Documento Provisório de Registro Imigratorio (Document Provisoire du Registre des Migrants) - DPRNM

Protocolo de Solicitação de Refúgio (Protocole de Demande de Refuge)

Attention

Nous devons accorder de l’importance au fait que seuls les établissements d’enseignement et le gouvernement doivent respecter votre nom social. Votre nom légal apparaîtra toujours avec lui, et les gens seront aussi libres qu'ils le souhaitent de le mettre ou non sur leurs systèmes, ou ils pourront vous parler volontairement avec votre nom légal sans conséquences juridiques.

Traitement hormonal

Vous serez heureux de savoir que le traitement hormonal est gratuit par le SUS, le système national de santé pour tous les habitants, y compris les immigrés et les réfugiés. Cependant, cela ne s'applique qu'aux villes dans lesquelles le traitement est évaluable et à chaque fois qu'il y a des hormones (ce n'est souvent pas le cas).

4. Links / Info

Mais informações - more information - plus d'informations

https://jus.com.br/artigos/103065/a-inclusao-do-nome-social-nos-documentos-oficiais-do-imigrante-e-do-residente-fronteirico-de-acordo-com-o-direito-migratorio-brasileiro

https://brazil.iom.int/sites/g/files/tmzbdl1496/files/documents/manuais_cap12_dig_1.pdf

Como ter acesso a tratamento hormonal pelo SUS: How to get access to HRT through SUS in portuguese: Comme accéder le traitement hormonal via SUS en portugais:

https://translatingtradutor.tumblr.com/post/759891139444736000/brasil-guia-b%C3%A1sico-de-como-acessar-terapia