#she's the one who tells people about ghosts!!! she probably read elijah getting carried up in a chariot of fire and went 'so me fr'

[moonmoonthecrabking]

"how does grace know how to bury a body?" oh, because devout christian girls never have morbid interests. because there's no death in the Bible

[vickyvicarious]

Oh my god. What if at one time, even very briefly, both Parker and Hardison were in the same foster home?

Pre-Nana Hardison is weird to write and I don’t know enough about their age difference/childhoods so this is rather vague on details (like for example names haha), but a certain scene popped into my head as soon as I read this ask so have a tiny fic exploring that.

(AO3)

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As soon as he walked in the door, Alec could tell this wasn’t a good place.

It didn’t seem like it was bad, at least - not the type of bad he’d heard about from other kids, the type he knew he’d been lucky to avoid so far. But there were a lot of little signs that this wasn’t one of the good places, either. It wasn’t so much the small house, or the five other kids he saw when they took him inside. The furniture looked old and beat-up, and the TV was a dinky old monstrosity, and there really wasn’t much else to see. But none of that was what clued him in; way more important was the way Mr. Reeves smiled at him.

Alec could tell fake from real easily enough.

As soon as his social worker left, he was told to leave his stuff in the back bedroom and stay quiet, and then Mr. Reeves walked off. A moment later, a door slammed down the hall. It wasn’t anything scary, but the cold disinterest was its own sort of stinging. He didn’t much mind though, or he told himself he didn’t anyway, because it wasn’t like he was staying here long. He was supposed to be staying with a Mrs. Hardison but apparently she’d gotten sick and wouldn’t be able to take him in for another week. He didn’t know what he was going to be in for with her either, but for the moment not having to stay here any longer than a week was plenty good enough.

Once Mr. Reeves was gone, the other kids livened up a bit. Alec didn’t go put his stuff away, instead flopping down on the floor near the crowded couch and making friends. He might only be here for a week, but that was no reason he had to be lonely.

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Elijah was the one to tell him about the ghost.

Everyone was normal amounts of friendly, for foster kids. Meaning a pretty even mix of cheerful and reclusive, one very tall boy wearing a lot of black, a couple little kids too young to make good conversation, one older girl who sat crosslegged in the corner of the room and didn’t say a single word the entire afternoon. Elijah was cool though, and so were Alex and Sanjay, so Alec mostly hung out with them. They watched cartoons and after a while Alex pulled a pack of cards out of her jacket pocket and led them to the bedroom so they could play Go Fish in peace. It was actually a pretty big room, but most of the space was taken up with bunkbeds so it still felt crowded. Sanjay showed Alec where he’d be (the bottom bunk near the door, because of course all the better beds were taken) and if he were staying any longer than a week, he might’ve tried to trade with one of them. He could have made it a bet. In his experience, all kids liked betting on games, and also in his experience, Alec could win any bet that relied on cards since he could keep track of who had what in his head pretty easily.

He was glad he didn’t try, anyway, because Elijah was the one whose bed he would have gone after, since it was a top by the window, and Elijah was the one who liked him enough after beating him three times to tell him about the ghost in the house.

Weird things had started happening a while ago, he explained. At first no one thought anything of it, because there were a lot of people coming in and out who could have been moving stuff around, but then Mr. Reeves came storming in one day yelling about someone taking his watch. The one he wore all the time and never took off, not even when he showered probably. He made everyone go through all their stuff, and pretty much everyone found things missing - but they were all in with someone else’s belongings. It would have turned into a huge argument except by the time everyone found they had someone else’s stuff they were all too confused to be angry for long. Also, Mr. Reeves’ watch didn’t turn up, and he’d yelled for hours about it, which kind of distracted everyone.

Except that right after he finally gave up and left the room, he came rushing back asking who put it back on his dresser. It was obviously impossible, because everyone had been in the room the whole time getting yelled at. A rumor started about the ghost that night, after everyone had been sent to bed without dinner because no one had fessed up. And at first, Elijah said, he hadn’t believed in it either (he must’ve caught Alec’s snort), but then stuff like that just kept happening. People lost stuff, even if they carried them around everywhere, only for them to turn up in weird places days later, like on top of the ceiling fan or inside the cereal box instead of all the cereal, or stuffed inside someone else’s shoes. Some of the stuff that went missing never came back. But most of that stuff belonged to Mr. Reeves, so the kids didn’t usually mind too much.

“Don’t worry about hanging onto whatever you want to keep,” Elijah said, finally. “It doesn’t matter, the ghost will take it right out of your hand if it wants to. My advice is just to ask it to give it back. It listens, sometimes, if you’re nice about it.”

Alec tried really really hard not to roll his eyes, because even if he was only going to be here a week that was no reason to be lonely. Elijah didn’t seem to notice.

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Alec was pretty good at sleeping, as long as he remembered to try. He didn’t have any trouble falling asleep in a brightly-lit room, or with lots of noise, or even a bedtime that changed every other day. As long as someone made sure he wasn’t in front of a computer or a book or painting or trying to build a crossbow out of sticks or whatever else caught his attention that day, he could fall asleep in two minutes flat once he decided to.

So he didn’t actually need a better bed, and he wasn’t bothered by the couple of times other kids had to slip past him in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom. Someone crying into their pillow across the room didn’t phase him, not any more than hearing someone cry always did. He knew better than to go help, especially because he was pretty sure it was the tall boy wearing all black, and older kids usually hated younger kids showing them up at anything.

The first night he stayed with Mr. Reeves passed uneventfully. So did the second, third, fourth, and fifth.

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Since it was summer, there wasn’t really much to do other than sit around the house. Mr. Reeves made the older kids help out with chores, but he didn’t really bother the younger ones and Alec was small for his age so he got off easy with just babysitting the really little kids. There was a yard, but it was mostly just dirt with a few weeds, and they weren’t supposed to wander off into the neighborhood. Alec saw all the older kids leave anyway at least three times apiece, but it wasn’t really any of his business so he didn’t worry about it. Besides, one thing Mr. Reeves did have was an old bookshelf with some battered paperbacks, three of which were actually Star Trek books Alec had never read before. He tried to make them last, because without school to go to or a library nearby he didn’t have access to any computers and the TV really did suck. It didn’t work too well though, he still finished all of them two days into his stay, and then he didn’t have anything else to do but just hang out with the others. It had been a good idea, making friends.

Alex taught him some new card games he’d never played, up until Wednesday when her pack of cards went missing. She’d just shuffled it up and put the rubber band back around it, tucking it into her pocket, when Alec spotted a Jack that had fallen to the floor. She went to get the pack back out of her pocket, but it wasn’t there anymore. Alec had been right there the whole time and he hadn’t seen or heard anything.

It was stupid, ghosts weren’t real.

(He checked through all his stuff that afternoon, just in case. Nothing was missing. Of course it wasn’t, ghosts weren’t real.)

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Mr. Reeves was never around, except in the mornings when he gave everyone their chore lists. He didn’t even spend much time in the house at all, but when he did he was mostly back in his room or watching the news on his really just unfortunate TV. Whenever that happened, the other kids cleared out and left him alone, without really making a point of it or anything. They just found other stuff to do - even if it was in the same room, like on Thursday when it was raining really hard. No one tried to sit on the couch with him and they all got really quiet. Alec noticed that everyone seemed to follow his rules really well whenever he was around, even though when he wasn’t there they pretty much did whatever they wanted. He didn’t seem to notice or care as long as stuff like the laundry and dishes got done, and nobody got hurt. Alec hadn’t had a single conversation with him all week.

Not one of the bad ones.

But not good.

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On Alec’s penultimate day in the house, something of his finally went missing. It was a notebook he’d carried around since the start of last school year, when his then foster-part Keller gave it to him for taking notes in class. Alec didn’t really ever bother doing that because he usually could figure out whatever the lesson was and remember it later without writing anything down, but he did like to draw in it. He’d started trying to write code in there too, but honestly he didn’t like trying to write down what he was thinking because his hand could never keep up with his brain. He was much faster at typing, even if he only really got to on school computers. Mostly, Alec just liked to draw stuff.

It wasn’t like the notebook really mattered. Alec didn’t have a lot of stuff, but most of what he did have didn’t matter too much. He’d like it to matter, he’d like that a lot, but the simple fact was he didn’t have anything he really cared about, not that couldn’t be replaced if he really needed. A new book would still have the same words, he didn’t even really like any of the clothes he had except his glow-in-the-dark Darth Vader shirt and even that was starting not to glow anymore. The notebook probably came closest to something really special.

Alec thought about getting mad. He really did, he really almost came very close to blowing his top. But he’d been in not-so-good houses before. He’d spent hours walking around the neighborhood, smiling at people who half the time slammed the door in his face, trying to sell them on a religion he didn’t even feel very strongly about. He’d tried getting mad before and it just never really worked. And he didn’t have time here to try something that didn’t work, even if he really really really wanted to.

Instead, Alec asked the other kids about his notebook. None of them had seen it anywhere, or at least none of them admitted to seeing it. Some of them didn’t even bother to answer, or he didn’t bother to ask them. The toddlers weren’t exactly going to be much help.

Next, Alec searched the house for his notebook. He looked under everything, behind everything, he even went to Mr. Reeves’ room and asked him very politely if he’d seen it, hovering on the threshold and looking around everywhere. He didn’t see anything and Mr. Reeves just told him no and to leave him alone. He sounded so final and Alec was only here one more day, and so far nothing had happened to explain why all the other kids stayed very quiet whenever Mr. Reeves was in the room. He didn’t need to find out if there was a reason.

He didn’t need the notebook, anyway, and he could leave without it if he had to but he didn’t want to. He wanted it back. He wanted it almost enough to believe in ghosts, if that was something that would work, and after dinner he went to the bathroom and spoke to the ghost while he was washing his hands so no one else would hear.

“That’s mine and I want it back please,” Alec told the ghost, feeling very silly. “You’re a jerk if you don’t give it back before I leave.”

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He didn’t go to sleep that night, because ghosts weren’t real and even if they were it wasn’t like he was gonna put his trust in a thief to fix things. Alec still got into bed, still lay down and breathed quietly and even closed his eyes when Mr. Reeves stuck his head in to make sure everyone was where they were supposed to be, but he didn’t sleep.

Instead, he waited for everyone else to fall asleep, so he could use the flashlight he’d taken from the garage to look through all their things until he got his notebook back. Only Elijah and Sanjay had been willing to let him root through their stuff during the day. Mostly everyone ignored him, blaming it all on the ghost.

Alec waited until he couldn’t hear anyone else making any noise, then a few more minutes to be sure they were all asleep, then counted to three hundred just in case, before finally sitting up. He turned to face the rest of the beds, pulling the flashlight out from under his pillow but not turning it on yet.

And then he saw the ghost, floating above Elijah’s bed. Alec froze up, only a quick gasp making its way through his lips. He felt terrified for just a moment, scared for his life because he wasn’t going to bet on the ghost staying friendly when someone caught it. And also it looked like it might be trying to eat Elijah’s soul, or something.

But then the ghost lifted its head, just enough for the moonlight coming in through the window to shine on its face, to make the long silvery strands of spiderweb hair catch enough light that they looked blonde again. The shadows around its skull no longer looked faceless.

In fact, it was grinning at him. It held a single pale finger up over its lips.

Alec blinked rapidly, watching as the ghost moved over Elijah’s bed like a spider, only touching the frame. It crouched on its tiptoes, fiddling with the window - the locked window that no one could get open, so it got insanely hot in here during the day and no one spent much time here if they could help it - and a moment later swung it open silently.

The ghost-girl, she was a girl with pale skin and long hair silvery in the moonlight, slipped through the window feet first, reaching out and up and either catching on something or just floating in midair, before she let go of the windowsill and swung backwards into the night. In the last moment before she let go and fell head-first down to the ground, she smiled at him again and twiddled her fingers in a silent wave.

Alec’s heart thumped hard when she vanished out of sight. He listened but he didn’t hear anything hit the ground. His fingers were trembling, he felt like something might grab his ankles from under the bed.

When he flicked on the flashlight, carefully covering all but a slit of the beam with his fingers, it turned out there was no need to search: his notebook was sitting on the floor right in front of him, looking perfectly innocent. He snatched it up, then hid under his covers with the light to check that none of the pages were missing, that everything was the way he’d left it.

It all was - except on the last page, where there were several sketches of cars. A couple from the outside, the rest from what looked like what you’d see from inside the driver’s seat. They were really good, probably better than Alec’s art. They were also weird, little lines marked at the driver’s side window, several spots on the inside of the dashboard, one drawing just a tangle of wires. It didn’t make any sense at all, but it was back and that was good enough.

He’d be leaving tomorrow morning, he didn’t need to know any more (even if he really really wanted to, now).

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In the morning, Alec snuck the flashlight back into the garage before Mr. Reeves got up. He shrugged when Elijah caught him carrying his notebook around and laughingly asked him if he’d asked the ghost to give it back. He wanted to tell his friend about actually seeing the ghost, but something stopped him. He wasn’t sure what, exactly. It wasn’t like he had any reason to be scared of her, since he was leaving and he was pretty sure ghosts couldn’t leave where they were haunting. But still. Something about the memory of her shadowed grin, her finger telling him to hush… it wasn’t scary really, but he didn’t want to ignore her.

Mr. Reeves clapped a hand on his shoulder when his social worker came to pick Alec up. He laughed with her, told her Alec’d been no trouble at all and they’d had a great time together. He shook her hand and helped Alec carry his stuff out to the car. He told him “take care, son,” and smiled down at him and shut the car door for him once he was inside the backseat.

Behind him, a couple of the other kids stood in the yard or the doorway. Alex and Sanjay were waving; Elijah had his arms crossed and a frown on his face. Benny and Miles, the little kids, waved for a second before getting distracted by something on the ground.

And standing in the doorway was an older girl with long blond hair and pale skin, her mouth set in a neutral line. The girl who barely spoke to anyone, who spent most of her time this past week working on cleaning out the gutters together with the oldest boy John, and then just vanishing all afternoon. Her eyebrows furrowed a little as she watched the car start to take him away, and Alec suddenly felt a crazy impulse to wave at her over any of his friends.

He twiddled his fingers at her, grinning.

The car was pulling away, starting to speed up down the street, but Alec still saw her. Saw the ghost-girl blink, then smile, just a quick flash before he passed her completely.

[getoutofthewater]

[Detroit: Become Human Fanfic] Cloudburst

Rating: T

Warnings: Murder, horror elements

Chapters: 5/5 | Words: 21,549  [AO3]

Notes: A mystery/ghost story, vaguest 50′s setting, human AU. Not focused on ships, but there’s some Gavin/Leo and a bit of Markus/Simon. Main povs are Gavin, Tina and Leo.

Summary: When Gavin Reed agrees to drive his cousin Elijah Kamski to the Manfred Manor there’s no way for him to foresee the strange night that awaits them. 

                                                        CHAPTER 1 

“You have to come with me” Elijah Kamski said into the phone

“Why the fuck would I?” his cousin growled, never shy to show his annoyance and aggravation

“To do me a favor”

Skeptical silence was all that was heard on the other side of the line

“Come on, Gavin!” Elijah insisted “There will be good food and expensive booze, you can bring a plus one…” he added uselessly

“Can’t your girl go with you?”

“We have talked about this,” Elijah almost huffed “Chloe is not my girl, and she’s been at her sisters’ for the past month, as she should after what happened with her mother, any news on that by the way”

“If there were I couldn’t tell you,” Gavin barked “but no…”

Elijah huffed in frustration, not that he was expecting a different answer, was it too early to expect results from the police? Or was the case going cold? Not something he could simply ask his cousin without ruffling his feathers, not ideal when he wanted a favor

“So,” Elijah continued “if she were feeling like making it she would have contacted me already, I don’t want to press her at a time like this, but I don’t feel like arriving by myself… or leaving the villa by myself either…” he said in a desperate attempt to use the truth as a hook

There was a defeated groan at the other side of the line; his cousin was not as though as he’d like everyone to think

“Phck!” Gavin said “Listen, I’m picking you up and dropping you off, and that’s it”

“Fair enough” Elijah replied

“Whatever, see you tomorrow” Gavin slammed down the receiver, just like Elijah to drag him into something bothersome like this with such short notice.

“Who are you seeing tomorrow?” Tina asked curiously, sitting at his kitchen table, one of his cats sat on her lap, advising her on their match of Gin Rummy

“Fucking Elijah wants me to be his chauffeur” He replied moodily, sitting opposite to her, picking up his cards again

“Where is the genius going?” she said drawing a card

“The Manfred Manor”

“That’s fancy!”

“Is it?” Gavin asked without any real interest, more focused on his cards than in the conversation

“They say the Manfred Manor is incredible” Tina said enthusiastically “Carl Manfred has collected all sort of amazing things”

“Didn’t think you’d be interested in knick knacks and curios”

“Everyone but you is interested in Carl Manfred’s curious” Tina chided “The man is a legend, he’s traveled all over the world, he’s been a recluse ever since his accident but of course your cousin gets an invitation!”

Gavin sighed “Do you want to come?”

“Yeah, sure” Tina said with a small laugh

“I’m serious, he said I could bring some other damn idiot”

Tina instantly brightened up “I’d love to be that damn idiot!”

“We start at 5,” Gavin said drily “I’m not dealing with the morning rush and it’s 2 hours just to reach his freaking bunker, who knows how much more to reach Manfred’s”

“Perfect,” Tina smiled “Gin!” she called out fanning her cards over the table and scratching the cat’s head

“Phck,”

They started on their way in the dark and cold of the very early morning; Tina soon fell asleep only waking up when the morning sun hit her uncomfortably right in the face, she sat upright in the passenger seat, ironing the fabric of her trousers with her hands, belatedly wondering if she should have put on a dress instead, but she only had the pink cotton she’d worn to her nephew’s christening; it wasn’t unflattering, her mother knew how to pick a dress that’d favor her daughter, but she didn’t recognize herself in it, it made her feel awkward and uncomfortable, things she usually wasn’t at all.

When they arrived to the Kamski Villa, it was everything Gavin said it would be, uncomfortably sterile and silent. Tina was glad they weren’t staying around, Gavin’s place could be messy, and hers could be noisy, but she always thought they felt comfortably lived in, places where she could relax and feel at home, either dancing by herself in her own apartment or reading in Gavin’s couch with two or three cats piled on her, card games on fridays; if she was being honest the Villa left an odd taste in her mouth she hoped wouldn’t carry on to the Manor. She was really looking forward to that.

As they came back outside with Elijah in tow, she rushed to take the back seat while the boys put Elijah’s luggage in the back, leaving the cousins in the front seemed adequate since Elijah would need to guide Gavin to their final destination, she relinquished her usual shotgun without complaint.

“Thank you for taking care of my cousin, Miss Chen” Elijah Kamski said to her once they were on the road

“It’s not an easy job!” she chirped

“I can’t imagine it would be” Elijah huffed.

Gavin growled

“And please, Tina is just fine” she added ignoring him

“Elijah” he said turning on his seat to give her a handshake

“I see your girl has been teaching you manners” Gavin mocked

“She’s not my girl” Elijah said “and yes… she has…”

“I bet that’s not an easy job either” Tina said

“Elijah is worse than me, that’s for sure”

“I hope not!“ Elijah said “That’s a horrid thought!”

The city gave way to the country side, the sight of houses became more and more rare until they found themselves driving with only the sight of trees at either side, all of them in the cozy copper and reds of autumn, although the strong wind and the grey clouds rolling in and looking almost like smoke from a fire forecasted a storm

“Why couldn’t that fucking geezer live in civilization” Gavin complained, not one to enjoy an atmospheric view

“Is it true that he doesn’t leave the Manor at all?” Tina asked

“I’m afraid so” Elijah said “He used to live in the city, he was quite social, I’m told he had many wild parties. The Manor was only meant as a summer house, but after his accident he holed up in it”

“Guess you can relate” Gavin huffed

“I sure can” Elijah replied completely unbothered. That he was a well known recluse did not bother him, he was a young man but his patents and inventions were making him more than enough money for him to give himself the luxury of not holding back on any of his misanthropic tendencies.

Elijah frowned, then opened his mouth as if to say something else but seemed to think better of it, not that Gavin would let him get away with it. Gavin looked at Tina through the rear view mirror, their routine taking over. He’d let her do the talking on crime scenes all the time, she was good at putting people at ease, and people at ease tended to talk.

“Is anything the matter?” Tina asked  

“I was just… thinking…” Elijah said with a light scowl “this invitation is slightly odd”

“How so?” Tina added

Elijah shook his head dismissing the idea and remained silent.

Tina and Gavin exchanged a look, they would let it go for now, they had good instincts cultivated by years of training and police work. They knew it was something worth pursuing later, but right now they wouldn’t get anything more.

“Oh! Look!” Tina said, pointing at a hitchhiker down the road, a welcome distraction “We should give him a ride, we are in the middle of nowhere, and those clouds look like the sky will start falling any second”

“I’m already the chauffer for one person, I’m not fucking taking anyone else anywhere!” Gavin spat, even pushing down on the accelerator, unwittingly splashing muddy ditch water on the hitchhiker (unwittingly because Tina always gave Gavin the benefit of the doubt, if she didn’t who on earth would)

“What the hell, fucktard?!” the hitchhiker shouted, if for nothing else than to relieve some of his frustration with the day… the week… the month… the year… his life in general… the first car he’d seen in hours drove away completely unconcerned, and now Leo was muddy and wet and cold…

“Shit!” he slung his rucksack over his shoulder in a careless, rough movement, only managing to unbalance himself, his foot twisted painfully and he fell

“Fucking dammit!” Leo scrambled up, now he was muddy and wet and cold and he’d probably sprained his fucking ankle.

He started walking, now with a newly acquired limp, excellent, but if he waited for another car it could take all day, and wouldn’t it be just like him to die freezing in the woods, or mauled by bears? Or whatever else could happen to you in the woods during a storm, Unknown Man Dead by Freak Lighting Strike (page 30). And hadn’t some people disappeared around here or something creepy like that only a few weeks back? Leo thought he’d heard something, a voice? A scream? Well you always heard all sort of weird noises coming from the woods, foxes were odd little shits always screaming like murder victims.

A cold shiver ran down his back at the thought, and he became aware of how alone he was. If he were to be ambushed and killed right here, right now, nobody would hear him. If he was buried right under that tree with the creepy face-like trunk nobody would even think of searching for him. Markus would only think he’d dismissed the invitation, and to tell the truth that had been Leo’s initial plan.

It seemed almost insulting, a letter from Markus (not even his dad) telling him his dad was planning to have this get together, the first since his accident “I hope you’d like to join us, I’ve heard you are doing so much better now and –“ Leo hadn’t read the rest before scrunching it and throwing it in the paper basket.

He’d dragged himself out of his addiction all by himself, he wasn’t doing “so much better”; he was only barely getting by and keeping away from trouble, he owed like 3 months’ rent because most of his money went to cover old, dangerous debts. He was hungry all the time, he could barely make his bills although his job as a clerk in a bookshop wasn’t all that bad, he was trying to write something as well, that was going alright.

The day before this get together farce he sensed he was about to be kicked out of his apartment, before that could happen he’d grabbed everything he could fit in his rucksack, anything important, told Mr. Doel at the bookshop he would be out of town for a week visiting his ailing father (none of this a lie) and he’d hitchhiked with some farmers as far as they could take him.

And now he was here, essentially because he had nowhere else to go, and there was always that idiotic sliver of himself, that truly stupid yearning buried deep inside him that told him, maybe, maybe his dad would like him better this once.

He’d been walking for a few minutes on his newly injured ankle when a pickup truck slowed down beside him. Leo eyed it suspiciously, an older man was at the wheel, a second one, only slightly older than Leo sat on the passenger seat. Leo smiled at them in relieved recognition.

“Where you going, son? Not getting up to trouble are you?” Lieutenant Anderson said, as his big saint bernard peeked outside the window, drooling all over the side of the car “Hell, Sumo! Let me talk to the kid!” he said placing his hand on the dog’s head softly

“Not this time… I hope” Leo replied with a sheepish smile “Do you know the Manfred Manor?” he asked “It’s okay if you aren’t going that far I’ll take what I can get”

“We are going past it, to the lake” Connor said

“Connor!” Hank chided in fond exasperation “He doesn’t need to know our life story”

“I think it’s only fair when he’s shared his destination with us, Hank”

“Fine, fine” Hank said, “If you are sure you wanna go there, hop right on the back, son. Too much dog in the front to fit another person”

“Thanks a lot!” Leo said with a smile, swinging his rucksack on to the cargo bed and then climbing in himself, awkwardly trying not to put much pressure on his bad ankle. He took his beanie off to feel the wind going through his hair, the clusters of trees, the crisp autumn chill and the wind that already smelled like water seemed much friendlier now that he had company and he was in a car, with the trees passing by in a blur not giving him time to imagine creepy faces in them.

“Look, Hank” Connor said after a few minutes, pointing at a car at the side of the road “I believe that’s Detective Reed”

“Just pretend you don’t see him, Connor!” Hank said gruffly “We are already late and I’m not stopping again”

“Are you sure, Hank? “

“He’ll be fine, look he aint alone, got Chen and some other twit with ‘im”

Gavin looked up to see the passing car, not soon enough to see it was Hank and Connor’s but just in time to see the hitchhiker in the back flipping him off.

“Fucking –“ Gavin said giving the middle finger back to the now empty road

“You sort of deserve it” Tina said, sitting sideways on the driver’s seat “I’m pretty sure that was Leo Manfred too” she smirked

“Yeah, right” Gavin glared at her, then directed his words to his cousin “So, can you do something about the engine or what?”

“I’m trying to concentrate” Elijah said drily as he tinkered under the hood “Cars are not my specialty but I’m sure I can figure it out”

Gavin left him to it, he knew plenty about motorcycles but not that much about cars, plus the fucking genius may leave it better than he found it, didn’t hurt having Elijah doing some actual work for once either.

“Try it” Elijah said, Tina complied turning the key in the ignition; the engine came alive with a loud roar that hid the faint, distant ghostly voices trying to tell them they should go back.

[kolmikavlson-blog]

task 001. character questionnaire

kol mikaelson

BASIC INFORMATION.

what is your name? 

“Kol Mikaelson. Pleasure to meet me, I know. Kol — that’s K-O-L, by the way — isn’t short for anything, though people often seem to think it is for some reason. Father named me, in one of his rare moments of being uncharacteristically domineering, and he once said that he chose my name because I was to be resilient and powerful like the coals of the fire that gave us life. I really only remember this because it’s the only conversation that I ever had with the man...I was four. Mother always used to say that Trouble is my middle name, but I believe you ought to draw your own conclusions about that.”

what is your birthdate?

“Well, seeing as I not only possess many gifts but am myself a gift, I’m inclined to think that my birthday is either on Christmas Day or very close to it, but I don’t know for sure. Datekeeping wasn’t exactly a priority among our people, which, coincidentally enough, explains a lot about my family’s various romantic entanglements over the years. Anyway, the point is that I was born during a very cold winter. Apparently, Mum thought that I wouldn’t make it, but if there’s two things we Mikaelsons are it’s hot blooded and bad at dying. Except for Rebekah, who’s about as cold-blooded as they come and Henrik, who’s done a pretty good job at staying dead until recently, actually...”

where were you born?

“It’s Virginia — an awful little one horse town called Mystic Falls, to be specific — now, but back then it was just called the New World or Our Village. My family had come over from Norway some several years prior, so we were Vikings through and through. Considering that the last time I was home, I burst into flames after some moronic brother-sister act drove a stake through my heart in their kitchen, it’s safe to say I won’t be planning a visit any time soon.”

what is your gender and sexuality? 

“I’m male; not much more to it than that. I come from a time where you didn’t really have the option to be anything except what you were born as and even as things changed, I never felt the need to change myself. As for my sexuality, I’ve preferred the company of women over the years, but have found that this face works on just about everyone.”

are you a supernatural being? 

“My family and I are the first vampires in history. We’re the oldest, strongest, fastest and most powerful of our kind. Every vampire in the world exists because of us, and it’s only by our grace that they remain alive seeing as we could tear the heads off every last one of them and still have time for a bourbon before the bar closes. It seems young vampires — especially the local ones — often forget that, but, then, they’re foolish and arrogant. We take no issue with reminding them just who is responsible for their tedious little lives.”  

PERSONALITY.

what are your personality types? (zodiac? mbti? enneagram? animal type? moral alignment? temperament? cardinal sin/virtue?)

“I’ve just got the one personality, actually, and the type is spectacular.” He’s a Capricorn, ENTP-T, type 3, rhino, chaotic neutral, choleric, cardinal sin is pride and cardinal virtue is fortitude YOU’RE WELCOME!!!

what is your default demeanor? 

“It’s been said that I’m unsettlingly jocund for being a complete psychopath which is just bunkum if you ask me. First of all, I’m not a complete psychopath and second of all, I prefer to think of myself as witty or endearingly ludic. I’m usually a lively one, but these days I have my more tranquil moments. It’s probably all the bourbon i’ve been drinking.”

how are you intelligent? 

“School wasn’t really a thing when I was a child, but I learned how to read and write. Mother also taught me a lot about magic growing up as I was a witch and she thought giving me something to do would calm me down — it didn’t, but I loved the magic and I still do, really. I traveled the world for a few centuries after I was turned and studied just about every kind of witchcraft there is. I could give my sister, aunt, and mother a run for their money all at the same time with my eyes closed and both hands tied behind my back. I wouldn’t even have to try very hard. I’m also quite fond of being sensible although — and don’t tell Elijah I admitted to this please — I tend to be rather impulsive on occasion. That just makes me all the more fun to be around, though, don’t you think? What am I gonna do next? What unbridled brilliance is about to come out of my mouth? Who knows? I don’t even know. I’m like a sentient cereal box and you never know what prize you’re going to get.”

how confident are you?

“Supposedly my ego can be a little much, but that’s a necessary evil if you ask me. My confidence, charm, smarts, good looks, skills, charisma, humor, and roguish yet inexplicably endearing disposition carry this family. Honestly, what would the Mikaelsons have without me? The answer is none of those things — especially not humor. I love my brothers and sisters, but let’s face it: they’re rough. I’m the star of this supernatural three-ring circus and that just so happens to require a certain level of self-assurance and finesse. Is it difficult? Sure. it demanding? Of course. Is it a burden? Sometimes, yes. But, what other choice do I have?”

what do you believe in? 

“I’ve been called superstitious before, but I prefer to think of myself as sensible and open-minded. I’ve been on this planet for a thousand years and in that time I’ve been a witch, a vampire, a ghost, a witch in someone else’s body, an ancestral spirit, and now I’m a vampire again, so I’ve seen things and it’s difficult to believe that anything would truly be impossible — especially with knowing all I know about magic. Over the course of my first life as a witch, I was taught that we were servants of nature, which had been created from the flesh and bone of Ymir the frost giant after he’d been killed by the sons of Bor — sounds like complete hogwash to people these days, but I never questioned it. I still don’t, but it’s not like I go around sacrificing deer and little bunny rabbits to appease the gods. I’ve traveled with a lot of cults, covens, and vampires nearly as old as me over my lifetimes, and most of them were almost frighteningly firm in their personal convictions. I’ve heard lots of legends, fairytales, and scary stories that may or may not have a modicum of truth to them and seriously contemplated just about all of them — but, I don’t think I’ve ever believed in anything, nor could I ever believe in anything else quite like I believe in Davina Claire. Every time, no matter what, my money is on her although if you ask me, that’s just smart thinking. She died. For good. Her soul was destroyed and who even knows what happened to her after that and yet she’s here. I pity anyone who’d be foolish enough to earn her ire.”  

PHYSICALITY.

how do you dress? 

“I think it’s pretty obvious that over the last millennium I’ve really cemented my status as The Best Dressed Original. People occasionally mistake that title for belonging to Elijah, which just baffles me because, honestly, look at him. He’s trying way too hard. Nik doesn’t try at all, and Rebekah and Freya dress fine, but look at me: style, class, elegance, casual yet undeniable roguish sex appeal and I wear a watch. I also have a daylight ring — lapis lazuli, spelled by the talented Miss Davina Claire. I always wear it because not only do I look great in blue, but it’s been my experience that nothing can ruin a day quite like bursting into flames at the worst possible moment.”

how do you carry yourself? 

“I have excellent posture, but I’m not Elijah stiff — admittedly one of my less impressive feats since it’s also been accomplished by every telephone pole, concrete wall, and wooden board that’s ever existed, but one I’m proud of nonetheless. I tend not to take up too much space unless I’m doing it intentionally to annoy someone — probably Rebekah — but, for the most part, growing up in a little hut along with five of my siblings did wonders for teaching me the values of keeping to myself. That’s also why I don’t particularly care for being touched; an entire childhood of my brothers putting their grubby little hands all over me whenever they felt like it didn’t quite endear me to random, unwelcome touches. So, really, my goal is to carry myself as someone who you wouldn’t touch without asking, but who you’d also be afraid to ask anyway.”

do you have any physical or verbal tics? 

“Well, Davina always knows when I’m lying — it’s a little creepy, actually — but I don’t know how she does it. I’ve been told that I’m too chatty, but I think it’s part of my charm. It’s not like I just jibber jabber without purpose. I can’t help that I always have something brilliant and interesting to say. Oh, and apparently my siblings and I have picked up some similar mannerisms over the years, which I suppose makes sense.You can’t spend a millennium with the same few people and not expect to pick up a few things from one another, right?”

how physical are you with others? 

“I don’t like being touched — especially not by strangers — and will happily rip off an appendage that creeps too far into my personal space for comfort.”

HUMAN CONNECTION.

how do you think strangers perceive you?

“I’m a Mikaelson and an Original, so it’s usually in a stranger’s — or anyone’s — best interest to tread carefully and refrain from testing the limits of my restraint. I’m supposed to be on my best behavior these days, but I’ll be damned if some of the insolent sods I’ve crossed paths with recently haven’t made a strong case for why I should try and justify their decapitation to my disapproving girlfriend.”

how do your friends see you? 

“Most of them don’t see me at all because they’re dead, but if they could see me then I imagine they’d tell me to ask those moronic Gilberts if murdering me — and them, by default  — was worth finding that silly cure and making their pathetic lives that much easier to end. Or perhaps they’d tell me to torture them; make them suffer for what they did to us. Surely with the Gilbert’s staunch devotion to their friends, they’d see why I couldn’t deny mine the indulgence of revenge for their untimely, unfair and pointless demises.”

what is your relationship with your parents like? 

“...Oh wow, you’re serious. Well, okay then. First of all, it’s very safe to say that Dear Old Dad wasn’t nicknamed Mikael The Destroyer because he loved cuddles and fuzzy little woodland creatures so much. All I really remember about him from when I was growing up is that he had a terrible temper and spent a lot of time beating the living daylights out of Niklaus. He never paid me much attention but I was terrified of him so I didn’t mind. I spent more time with Mother since she taught me magic. I think she loved me once, but we were never exactly close and Finn was her favorite son anyway, which tells you everything you need to know about how truly awful she could be. It was nice of her to bring me back from the dead, but then she started pestering me and using me like I was her puppet, because, what? That’s proven so effective in the past? She was a brilliant witch, probably the best I’ve ever known, but she didn’t know me at all. There was also the matter of her attempting to kill my siblings and I more than once, but, eh. If we Mikaelsons went around hating every relative who’s tried murdering us just for that reason alone, then none of us would be on speaking terms right now. Anyway, about Mother and Father, they’re dead — in a shocking and totally unexpected turn of events, Niklaus murdered them again. Honestly? I don’t miss ’em much.”

do you have any siblings? 

“No, I’m actually an only child.”

what do you look for in a romantic relationship? 

“Romantic is a very...strong word for any of my past...entanglements. What I used to look for were pretty little witches who I could manipulate into doing my bidding. And blood. And sex. There was never more to it than that for me before Davina. She changed everything as she tends to do and now I suppose we’re dating. Or maybe not? Dating might not be the right word; weird situation. We’re together, I think, but there’s more to it than dating and a little less to it than, you know, marriage. We’re not married — though I did consider trying to pull one over on Marcellus a few days ago by pretending we were, but ultimately I decided that she and I have spent enough time apart and that dying for good would really ruin the April Fool’s joke. Dying’s only funny when it’s happening to someone who isn’t me. Or Davina. Ah — Jeremy Gilbert! I’d laugh if he died; especially if I was the one who killed him.”

who are the most important people in your life? 

“Davina is the most important person to me. My family’s important, too, but if Nik or any of them think that they’re ever going to use her again to clean up one of their messes then they’ve got another thing coming and that thing is my fist. I know she can take care of herself, but it doesn’t stop me from being...overprotective might be the word, but I resent how Elijah it sounds — mostly because if Elijah even looks at her the wrong way, I’ll happily gouge his eyeballs out with his own cufflinks.”

BACKSTORY.

if your life were a work of fiction, what would your role be? 

“Despite the great pains my family has taken over the years to paint me as a villain or enemy of our family, I don’t think of myself that way. So what if I acted a little dodgy while everyone was going bonkers over their imbecilic treasure hunt for that damned cure? Rebekah’s slight personal discomfort was not worth bringing about the end of days so yeah, I threatened to stake her and I’d do it again if necessary. I do what’s best for me because no one else will, so if you’re not Davina Claire then you’re fair game and I’m not sorry about it. That doesn’t make me the bad guy; it makes me sensible.”

which events shaped your life? 

“Hm. Long life. There’s a lot I could say, but is it really necessary? We’ve already gone over just about everything. Original Vampire, loony family, very much in love, extremely handsome, murdered repeatedly. Am I a far more interesting, nuanced, and enticingly complex individual than that brief summary might suggest? Absolutely, which means I haven’t got the time to be repeating myself whilst discussing the finer details of my millennium that I’ve spent gallivanting around this godforsaken rock. You’ll just have to wait for the tell-all book.”

what is your most cherished memory? 

“Something with Davina; maybe the first time I saw her or the night we spent together right after she basically dragged me out of Hell, which is coincidentally where everything went to immediately afterward. Still, it reminded me of why I wanted to be alive so badly in the first place. I wanted to be happy with her.”

which memory keeps you up at night?

“Also something with Davina...that I don’t like to talk about.”

what are your goals for the future? 

“Being with Davina, not dying, spending time with my niece and defending my family. Shoving the rotting, decapitated corpses of Elena Gilbert and her annoying little brother into a dumpster where they belong might also be a good time, but I’d settle for a dark alleyway or nice, deep body of water as well.”

PREFERENCES.

what is your taste in music? 

“I’m quite fond of music, actually. I’ve been catching up on the recent decades that I’ve missed out on and while there’s certainly no shortage of complete tommyrot, I’ve managed to find a few gems in all of the rubbish. I’m particularly fond of jazz or anything that you can dance to, really, but I also like some heavier stuff.”

what is your taste in film? 

“Seeing as I was asleep in a coffin for nearly a century, then murdered, then resurrected, then murdered again, the resurrected again, then put into a deep sleep for fifteen years to keep me from being murdered again, I haven’t really had much time to get acquainted with films and television, but I’ve heard they’re both just a waste of time anyway. I would like to see that one film with the Viking kids and the dragons, though, just to point out any historical inaccuracies...aside from the dragons, I mean, because at least that’s an amusing historical inaccuracy.”

what is your taste in literature? 

“I do have quite the collection of grimoires and other books on magic, but never really bothered with diving too deeply into novels or magazines or — ugh — poetry. There’s only so many hours in the day, you know?”

what are your favourite hobbies or activities? 

“Listening to music and studying magic are my oldest hobbies, but I have other interests. Baseball...murder...the occasional nap. I hate to be bored, so anything that keeps me entertained is usually preferable to doing nothing.”  

this or that: sweet or salty? quiet or loud? midnight or daybreak? cats or dogs? hot or cold? big party or small gathering? bath or shower? amusement park or art exhibit? ocean or mountains? pen or pencil? passenger or driver? cake or pie? leather or lace?

“Let’s see, in order...both, I like it loud, midnight, cats, cold, big party, depends on who’s joining me, neither, mountains, pen, driver, blood, and either so long as Davina’s wearing it.”

SUPERNATURAL.

how did you find out about supernatural forces? 

“I was born a witch in a village full of werewolves, so supernatural has always been about the norm for yours truly.”

how do you feel about your powers? 

“I hated them at first. I’d been a witch — a powerful one, at that — but then I was turned and suddenly had nothing. I mean, I had other powers, but I always missed the rush of practicing magic. I spent the better part of a millennium chasing after that feeling and trying to get it in other ways, but nothing quite did it for me. I was actually glad when mother decided to shove my soul into some nearly useless witch body even though it meant that I was stuck with her and Finn, who had gone completely bonkers at this point, by the way. Then I was murdered — by a pathetic little hex, of all things — and it was...enlightening, I guess. I’d missed my actual body anyway, but after dying from a silly little spell, I couldn’t help but really want my durable, familiar, immortal original body back. At least nothing could kill me as a vampire — well, I mean, obviously something did kill me at one point, but there’s not supposedly not a single splinter of White Oak left in the whole world nowadays. The only thing that kill me now is Marcellus, and while I’m not about to push my luck, I highly doubt he’s going to before Niklaus bullies him into running back across the river with his little werewolf tail between his legs. I like being immortal and thinking about all the trouble that magic has caused me — and people that I really care about — in recent years makes it difficult to remember why I ever used to complain about being a vampire, especially seeing as I’m one of the most powerful vampires who’s ever existed and I can mostly control myself nowadays.”

how do you feel about species other than your own?

“Young vampires — and werewolves, witches, humans...everyone, really...is just so arrogant and misguided these days. Their blind hedonism is loud and frustrating. Regardless, I do have a certain fondness and respect for witches, though the affection is rarely returned. I’ve never really liked werewolves seeing as their kind killed my younger brother — not to mention that I never much cared for dogs anyway — but Hope and Hayley are the exceptions; not Nik, though. I don’t like him most of the time and he’s a prick.”

if you could, would you re-start with a mundane human life?

“Humans are fragile and they die, so no.”

WILDCARDS.

what would one find in your car, in your garbage can, on your nightstand?

“Trash, more trash...a book, maybe, but also some more trash...my phone, and probably a blood bag or two.”

who was your first crush? what attracted you to them?

*imagine a nostalgic dreamy sigh here ok* “Tatia Petrova, the most beautiful woman in our whole village and the B.D. — Before Davina — love of my life. It’s a tragic story. We wanted each other desperately, but she was afraid of her feelings for me so she tried to hide them and even went so far as to settle for my brother...then my other brother. Then she died, which I can only assume is what happens when you fall that deeply into a pit of denial and despair like she did after it became clear that we could never be.”

where do you find yourself dwelling the most: the past, the present or the future?

“These days it’s probably the past, but I suspect that Davina would like to have a future talk at some point — which I’m not really sure that I’m looking forward to, if I’m being honest — but I imagine it’ll at least switch things up for a change.”

is it okay for you to cry? when was the last time you cried?

“Father used to insist that men don’t cry, but I don’t think you can help it sometimes. In fact, I know you can’t. I have nightmares — ugly things. They tend to get loud.”

what is the worst thing that can be done to a person?

“They could die. Obviously.”

what is your deepest, most well-hidden kink?

“It’s not really hidden, but we vampires tend to have a...penchant for bloodsharing. What can I say? It’s a turn on.”

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06/18/2021 DAB Transcript

1 Kings 19:1-21, Acts 12:1-23, Psalm 136:1-26, Proverbs 17:14-15

Today is the 18th day of June welcome to the Daily Audio Bible, I’m Brian, it is great to be here with you today as we move toward another weekend and finish up another week. So, let’s dive in, we’ve been reading from the New Living Translation this week. In the Old Testament we’re in the Book of 1 Kings and we’re getting to know this prophet who has come onto the scene named Elijah who has had a confrontation with the prophets of Baal and the prophets of Ashera and they’re, well, they’re dead, he’s still alive, fire has come from heaven, rain that has been withheld for years has now come back to the land. King Ahab is racing back towards Jezreel in the rain and Elijah is running faster that he can ride on his chariot. And that’s kind of where we’re at, Ahab is arriving back in Jezreel. He’s about to tell his wife, her name is Jezebel, that her prophets are no more. So, let’s pick up the story, 1 Kings chapter 19.

Commentary:

Okay, let’s talk about 1 Kings for a minute. Like we kind of recapped the story before we started reading so, there was this showdown and Elijah was involved and prophets of Baal were killed and rain came. So, Ahab the King tells his wife Jezebel that her prophets are dead and she sends a note to Elijah and this is like, I talk about this every single year we come by this territory, it’s so riveting to me, it’s so challenging to me. I just…it’s incredible. It’s incredible how human Elijah is in that moment. It’s like…so like us. He got a nasty a note and it was a threatening note that changed the complexion of his entire day. Actually, got him moving because the note brought up fear, that got him moving and he ran away. It’s like, how many times have we got a nasty text like that? Or a nasty post on social media like that? Until we’re obsessing about it, it’s in our every thought, it’s derailed our day, in fact it’s derailed our lives, at least temporarily and then we’re hiding and running. And this is Elijah, this is what he’s doing and this is right after fire has fallen from heaven consuming a sacrifice that brought the demise of the pagan prophets and restored the people’s hearts toward God and God unleashed the rain. So, remember Elijah is on top of Mount Carmel praying until there’s a cloud coming out of the ocean the size of a fist and this rain is released back upon the land. So, God has been moving mightily and powerfully through Elijah until he gets this nasty note. And we can do the same thing so often, we can see God moving mightily in so many ways in our lives until the nasty note shows up, the nasty post shows up. And then it’s just erased, is it so weird how that can happen. It’s just erased and we’re confused and we’re on the run. And this is Elijah’s story and he didn’t run a little way. Like, he’s in Jezreel and goes all the way to Beersheba which it’s a pretty…I think it’s probably 100 miles, pretty far on foot and then all the way to Mount Sinai which is like hundreds of miles out into the desert so he traveled a long way. Interesting that he would go to the mountain of God back to Mount Sinai, right? He, he has been very, very much shaken by this Jezebel thing. But, he had also been like, on the run and hiding during the famine and so he’s exhausted and he’s just crying out to God “I’m the only one left.” And so, for him to kind of go back to where the story begins and just seek, we can all kind of understand that. And we know this story now we just read it. God invites Elijah to come out and meet with Him on the mountain and this huge wind and God isn’t in that mighty powerful wind, He’s not in it. And there’s an earthquake and He’s not in it and there’s fire and He’s not in it. And then there’s this still small gentle whisper and that is God and He’s in it. And He asks Elijah just like He asks us sometimes “What are you doing here?, What are you doing here?”, Elijah’s like I’m the only one. And God’s like, go back the way you came, you have a couple of kings to anoint. You’re not the only one and you’re going to meet you’re…you’re replacement. You’re going to mentor Elisha up and then you can be done. You’ve asked to be done, then you can be done but for now you’re not the only one, go back the way you came, you have some kings to anoint. There’s just so much there for us to think about on our own path, on our own journey. How we go on the run, how God is not finished. How so often we run away and God is like, no, go back the way you came, or what are you doing here? And so, as we go into this weekend let’s carry this with us, let’s ponder, contemplate, invite God into these things.

Prayer:

And so, Father, that’s what we do, we invite You into this and into this story. Cause we can find ourselves into this story of Elijah on so many levels and so Holy Spirit come. Minster healing to us, minister that we’re not the only ones and we’re not finished. We pray this in the name of Jesus. Amen.

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Hi, this message is for Shinae from South Africa. I listened to your message today and I just felt moved to call in and share my story because so much sounded similar to yours. I don’t know how much it’s similar and this may not apply to you but I just felt moved to share. I…when I was in college I experienced crippling anxiety and depression as well and a lot of what you said resonated with me. I remember feeling like a ghost, like a shell of myself I just cried all the time. I was a professing Christian my whole life, read my bible, attended church every week, prayed every day and was just a slave to the anxiety and depression. And I would read my bible almost superstitiously hoping that just by reading comforting passages somehow magically the words would come true. And I was reading in Psalm 34 where it says The Lord is close to the broken hearted and saves those who are crushed in spirit. And as I read that I just felt some one asking me do you really believe that? And I stopped and thought about it and I thought well, no I don’t, He feels a million miles away, He does not feel close. I am the definition of the broken hearted. He does not feel close at all. But then I realized if I can’t hold onto this as true can I believe any of it. And so, I thought about it for a while and I finally decided, in faith, I said yes Lord, I believe you’re close even though I can’t feel you. In that moment my depression melted away, the anxiety was a battle that I fought over the years but it was at that moment that I truly gave my life to Christ before then I wanted Jesus to have a part of my life. I didn’t want him as the center of my life, I wanted to be in control I didn’t want Him in control and I hadn’t fully given myself to Him. And that…I’m so thankful for that trial because it’s what brought me to the Lord.

Hi DABers this is Emily in Seattle again. And this message and prayer is for Andrew and I just wanted to encourage you. I got saved when I was 20 and the first thing I did was try to find shows and broadcasts that keep me in touch with the word cause Psalms 1 says that those who are planted by…like trees planted by rivers living water will always thrive and when you listen to the Daily Audio Bible every day and seek and ask God for help then He always and He will make sure that you will go from glory to glory and grow up in Him. And I just wanted to encourage you to stay close to God, stay close to the Daily Audio Bible and be encouraged that we’re praying for you every day. And Lord Jesus I lift up Andrew to You right now and I ask You Lord to help him to find Christian communities like this one in his school, in his town, in his community where he can find some Christians who will give him encouragement, pray for him and we just ask you Lord that the word would come alive to him when he seeks Your face and he seeks Your word and that everything he does will prosper and succeed and that he will go from glory to glory as he partakes of Your grace and Your wisdom in the word and the Daily Audio Bible. In Jesus name we thank You Lord for Andrew, bless him today Lord. Make everything that he does a successful endeavor. In Jesus name we thank You for Andrew Lord. Hallelujah. Amen.

Hi everybody, this is Megan from Sydney, Australia and I’m calling today to ask for prayer. I’ve been listening for a long time, I love, love hearing your prayer requests and prayers and encouragements. I’ve been offered a pastoral role in my church in a different city, that’s really exciting. But I’m still praying about it and I would love if you would pray for me as well. I would be leaving a relationship probably behind and as well as work community, family and it’s a big ask and I just want to make sure that it’s what God has. Anyway, I love you all. Thank you, bye.

Hey family, this is Meleesa from Aborville, Alabama. It’s 4am on June 15th. I’m awake because I sometimes go in early to work. But I got a call a few minutes ago from my sister. She said there’s been a active shooter at a plant that’s right down the road from where I work. As of right now, 3 people are shot and I’m shook. I am shook. So, I need ya’ll to pray. I don’t know the situation yet. I’m pretty sure the road is probably blocked and I can’t get to work anyway but ya’ll we need the Lord. We are in perilous times. I know Jesus is coming back but I know it’s gonna get darker and darker before he does come back. So ya’ll pray for each other, love on each other. I love you Brian, I love you Jill. Thank you for this podcast. It is such a lifesaver. Congratulations China/Ben on baby Reagon. I hadn’t called in, been real busy but I want ya’ll to know that I love ya’ll and I pray for you all the time. Pray for us in my town. I love you family. Bye Bye.

Hello, good morning my DAB family. This is Tim Tickle from the Corn State. I am calling to ask for some prayer requests for my father. We just found out that his cancer has gotten to stage 4. And so just the stress on the family and my mother and my dad has been escalated as of lately. I know that all things work for God’s glory so we can count the wonderful deeds that he does for us. So, I know that everything is gonna be okay no matter which direction the Lord takes us. But if we can just be praying for my father, his name’s Jeff and be praying for my mom that’d be tight dudes. Alright, well I love each and every one of you. I’m praying for you all I hope you have a wonderful, wonderful day. If you woke up this morning then today is a gift you opened your eyes, it’s a gift. You smell the air, it’s a gift. Things go wrong, things look dark but you know we’re alchemists and magicians given power from the Almighty to transform that darkness into a light for the whole world to see. I thank you all. God Bless you all and thank you for this wonderful, wonderful community. Have a wonderful day.

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FUTURE IDEAS.

THE NEW PROPHETS ARE ALWAYS SCREAMING --- alright, so because i’m a sucker for symbolism, i started looking into what his name meant. and it really stuck with me, the meaning of daniel and its ties to the biblical prophet, as well as what the book of daniel was composed of. “rising to prominence by interpreting the king’s dreams [...] the book also presents daniel’s four visions of the end of the world.” i found that really fitting for him and it gave me the idea of tapping into his strong beliefs in the paranormal and his desire to find the truth of it all. i think it would be fascinating to dive into how him opening himself up to these experiences changes him and makes his ties to that plane stronger. not make him clairvoyant by any means, but do some development that might hint at him being more sensitive to it all, like in terms of hearing/experiencing things during investigations. it could also be a fun thing to use to tie him and vanessa together, like her being able to speak to ghosts and her more mystical connections, as well as him maybe experiencing some things that back up what she hears or senses, building up to some potential bigger point. ( if that makes sense at all, it’s hard for me to articulate what i’m imagining here ) BUT ALSO okay, so the post you made including the clueless detective trope really inspired me here. so keep aspects of what i was mentioning above --- whether he’s more sensitive or just experiencing the things that back up what vanessa could be seeing, and just being unable to put it all together. slowly getting all the pieces of the puzzle, but not realizing there’s a puzzle at all. alternatively, having all the pieces to solve one mystery, but instead solving a different one than what the pieces spell out for him. he’s a big picture thinker, when faced with small details one at a time, he’s not so quick to figure out what’s being given to him.

HOMESICK GHOSTS KEEP YOU AWAKE --- of course, i want to mess around with him trying to redeem himself and build back up his relationships. i feel like some character regression AND development came through silverwood, and i want to see how he improves himself as well as his dynamics with the others. and it’s his senior year of college, so i would love to dive into his plans for the future. figuring out where he wants to take himself in life, sorting out his problems here. maybe even eventually caving and deciding that, perhaps, it would be smart for him to get some actual help coping. even if i would also love to see how his improper coping mechanisms effect him further.

HANDS STAINED WITH THE GOLDEN SINS OF SAINTS --- OKAY BUT PARALLELS WITH ELIJAH AND DANIEL. that’s one connection that really stuck out to me because they’re so similar yet so different and diving into future and past parallels between the two and how meaningful it is would be something really fun to explore.

THE BRIGHTEST SUN MUST ALWAYS CAST A SHADOW --- with my aforementioned love for symbolism, i would also love to explore potential modern ties to him and the banshee myth mentioned further back on this blog. also something involving his dad or grandma. i have no idea what, but i think it would be interesting if there was some belonging of their’s that had some kind of relevance to any future plot points for him as a character. like maybe his grandmother used to be a professor that focused on history of religion and with her taste for ghost stories, how religion and these different planes of existence aren’t mutually exclusive, but are instead coexisting and all in all just him maybe finding some of her studies in christianity and the spiritual ties that go with the occult etc etc etc. sort of going back to the first future idea.

SOMETHING ABOUT THIS REGION IS MAGNETIC --- are you ready for me to get into all my potential ideas for where connections can go bc i’m not

BLAIR: so they broke up. they’re friends now. etc etc etc. but of course four years of feelings doesn’t go away with nothing to show for it --- i would love to play around with what’s lingering there between them and how they’re making this friendship work. or even the potential of what their future could hold if they fall into that age-old trap of going back to each other, yadda yadda yadda. there’s a lot of ways this could go and i dig it.

CRISTIAN: I LOVE M/M FRIENDSHIPS. i love how these two are so different --- light to dark, yin and yang, mike and sully --- while still really being there for each other and having each other’s backs. cristian means a lot to him and i definitely think this would be a super fun connection to explore and build up more backstory for.

NAOMI: the guilt!!! the blaming of himself!!!! reemerging feelings!!!! so much potential and i would love to see if the chemistry’s there for that back and forth will-they-won’t-they and the repercussions of where the dynamic could go. especially since his efforts into helping initially started as a way of him trying to redeem himself in his own eyes, so there’s a vein of selfishness and need there where it’ll make him question what he’s starting to feel for her again. plus daniel around children is iconic.

MICAH: the dodginess!! i love it. daniel being absolutely clueless and not reading between the lines enough to tell that something deeper is going on with micah and exploring that and what could happen when truth comes out.

VERENA: i can see him slightly getting obsessive over trying to make things up to verena, but in the end realizing it’s a lost cause if he can’t forgive himself? a sort of development point on a personal level because while he’ll carry around his mistakes forever, he needs to realize that he can try as hard as he can, but if he doesn’t think he’s deserving of her forgiveness, there’s nothing he’s going to do that’ll fix their friendship. plus i love tension and suffering and i can see this being a really fun and complex dynamic to play around with.

DAMARIS: i love awkward dynamics, so this really caught my eye tbh. i’m really excited to see how he overcompensates for the awkwardness and how he tries to get their friendship back to where it was because they have so much potential and i love it. there’s not enough male/female platonic relationships in rp and i’m completely in love with the potential this dynamics has.

BRYCE: two bros, chillin’ in a hot tub, five feet apart ‘cause they’re not gay.

ASHLEY: i’m a weak bitch for childhood friend dynamics, so i’m all about this, especially since she’s abusing that friendship to get away with pitching in less work hahaha. he’s absolutely blind to it because he trusts her and his friends almost to a point where he could be considered naive (  he could have been running away from a cop at one point during their excursions and if one of the team members told him to turn right, he might listen and run head on into a tree, that kinda naive ). anyway, reconnecting with her and a part of his childhood like that would be a lot of fun to explore.

ISAIAH: okay so my gut instinct is to say i want them to find a way to move past where they’re at odds, but honestly? having the tension between them grow even MORE would be a lot of fun. like in life some people just don’t click, just aren’t meant to be friends, and while daniel actively tries to get isaiah to like him, sometimes people just don’t succeed.

KIMBERLY: he’s honestly so oblivious half the time that it gives me chest pains. i like the idea of there being someone who's not quite a friend, but also not someone avidly pissed at him, y’know? that sort of in-between where they’re sorta cordial is an interesting dynamic that i don’t see much in rp and would love to see play out and develop in whatever way it flows.

TREVOR: MY SON. i love this connection a lot, it really spoke to me and the concept of seeing it in action appeals to me, ha. all in all getting into how trevor grows on daniel would be so much fun, sort of embracing the back and forth, learning from each other, etc etc.

VANESSA: listen daniel being a total fanboy over her is all i ever needed and wanted in life. he’s curious above all and probably asks her an unnecessary amount of questions --- i feel like there’s really good potential for friendship here, once he gets past the initial awe. which will happen. eventually. i think.

JULIAN: there’s so much room for friendly banter here and i am absolutely all about it. i feel like his slight agitation over julian’s stance on the matter of the paranormal would eventually pass when he sees that having skeptics like julian and isaiah around could really benefit the team and their reputation? like having two non-believers there to offer potential other explanations that an entire team of believers could not, ensuring that their viewers know that they would never lie to them or aren’t considering every alternative they can think of beyond the paranormal. i think there’s a lot of room here for them to become really close friends.

LANA: i feel like there’s room for this dynamic to go one way or the other, like mentioned on the post you made in regards to his connections. whether she’s harder on him because of what happened or the opposite, i feel like there’s a lot of fun to be had here exploring them --- especially considering her dad and the conflict that will inevitably rise due to that aspect of her character. i feel like this connection is harder to offer future ideas for without talking deeper into the two characters.