#so... no judgement i know it's more than just being ignorant 9 times out of 10
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incoherentbabblings · 10 months ago
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I understand people joking about unintelligible accents/dialects sometimes I do but there is always something really surreal about seeing one that is either yours or one that you understand perfectly well being made the butt of a joke and you'll sit there like what's the joke they're being perfectly coherent!
There are many many many many examples of this but the one that is relevant for myself is the chap in Brave speaking Doric. He's not even speaking that fast.
If he was a wee bit closer I could lob a caber [tree trunk/log] at him, ken [you know]? and It's just nae fair making us fit [fight] for the hand of the quine [woman], it disnae whet an appetite, ken [you know]?
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charredpages · 6 months ago
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[Alt text] ten screenshots of text posts by the user themme_fatale on Instagram. The text reads:
(1/10)
Do you remember the exact moment that anti-masking stopped being a far-right talking point
And became advice you were willing to follow?
(2/10)
I try to make the ways I communicate about COVID as compassionate and non-judgemental as possible because I understand that we have all been failed in this and my primary anger is always upwards.
BUT
I also need you to understand - if you are not taking precautions, you are aligning yourself with eugenicists.
The person who actively says “fuck disabled people they deserve to 💀” and never masks, and the person who never masks because “It’s annoying and besides-no one else is” are BOTH devaluing people’s lives.
(3/10)
And that might feel confronting for some of you, and I know the knee-jerk reaction is probably going to be to deflect by accusing me of “shaming people” or whatever.
I’m not shaming anyone though - it’s just uncomfortable to sit with because if you’re the kind of person who follows me chances are you don’t actually want to be engaging in eugenics.
And re-engaging with the idea that COVID is not only still around, but still actively dangerous is asking a lot of you when the alternative is the comfort of denial.
Especially when so many of the tools to keep ourselves and each other safe have been taken away from us. But the thing is none of that is actually a reason not to act.
(4/10)
There are people IN YOUR COMMUNITY relying on you to take precautions so that they don’t d1e.
(5/10)
With love, and compassion for the fact that this shit is hard - ignorance is running out as an excuse. It’s time to do better, and help your mates do better too.
People in your community shouldn’t have to constantly remind you not to put their lives in danger. Surely you can see that’s a pretty fucked up dynamic, right?
(6/10)
We shouldn’t have to push so hard on “it’s good for you to protect yourself too!” Like it still absolutely is, but saving the lives of people in your community should actually be enough to motivate you to act.
It’s genuinely fucked up to be ok with a whole proportion of the population being either being locked in their homes indefinitely or at risk of 💀 on the daily.
(7/10)
It should be considered more socially awkward to engage in eugenics by k1lling and isolating disabled people in your own community than it is to put on a mask
The fact that it’s not should embarrass all of us until we change it.
(8/10)
It should be considered more selfish to put people’s lives at risk than to ask to be kept safe
Your choices can change or reinforce that culture.
(9/10)
Government inaction puts a weapon in your hand
Pretending it’s not there puts us all in danger
(10/10)
Why do you require a mandate to care about other people?
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milky-fixx · 2 years ago
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day 9, sesshomaru: ruts
kinktobruary day 9
sesshomaru x reader // inuyasha
—sesshomaru has been acting strange lately. the last thing he needs is your oblivious questions.
tw/cws: knotting, ruts, dubcon, sesshomaru being too horny to have self-respect
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It is troublesome, this burning heat. It stirs, just beneath the surface of his skin, coils between his muscles. It calls to him, urges him to find a warm body, to mount it. His claws elongate as he observes the heat diffusing from his palm. Hm. Even a demon of high caliber such as himself is powerless to nature’s calling.
Much less… his thoughts began to drift to you, his very human companion. There are things he wants to do to you, thoughts that he’s repressed in the past that come snarling towards him, breaking out of their cage. He frowns. This won’t do.
“Gosh, Sesshomaru really has been cranky all day, huh,” you remark, after the third time he’s evaded your presence. His silence and occasional ignoring is something you’re used to, but not him outright using his demonic speed to dash seven paces away from you.
Jaken shushes you urgently, glancing fearfully towards his master. “Lord Sesshomaru is going through a… difficult period.”
You frown. You disappeared to the modern era for a few days to sort through your college midterms, and when you came back, Sesshomaru was in this bristly mood. You can’t help but think you’re missing something.
“Is it Inuyasha?” You ask lowly, knowing all too well of his tumultuous relationship with his brother. “Does it have to do with his father?”
“No, and no, you daft human,” Jaken nags.
You’re more than used to Jaken’s insults. “Okay, so…. what’s up with him?”
The imp glances eyes you, before quickly changing the subject. Your frown deepens as you finish bending the stems to Rin’s flower crown, before calling her over and placing it on her head. While she chatters excitedly to you, you find your gaze straying to Sesshomaru’s tense form in the distance, just far enough where he can still keep an eye out for enemies, but not too close to your group. 
Whatever his problem is, you would get it out of Jaken some way.
You just don’t anticipate how you will. 
Sesshomaru’s been acutely avoiding any and all interactions with your group all day. It’s almost as if he’s a specter, lurking just outside of your field of vision. Except whenever he does get closer, you’re overwhelmed by a sense of—bloodlust? Malice? Something that simmers with intensity. You can’t quite pinpoint it, and whenever you ask Jaken, he seems to evade your question. Whatever it is, it sends shivers down your spine. 
When you set up camp for the night, he disappears entirely.
Your thoughts are plagued by worries for him, and you fall into a fitful sleep. What could possibly be causing him to be so on edge all day? You’re stirred into consciousness by something brushing against your nose. Your face scrunches up, and when you open your eyes, you see a flash of silver hair, curtaining your view, the same wave of bloodlust—
“Sesshomaru?” Just as his name leaves your mouth, his presence is gone in a flash, the air around you stirred. You sit up, glancing towards the direction of his after-image.
You weigh your options. Jaken did say he was going through a difficult time…. but you aren’t sure what is troubling him. Maybe it’s a demon thing? Should you really risk getting your head bitten off? 
Against your better judgement, you go searching for him. Sure, he’s a big, bad demon, but something is clearly bothering him. And as his.... friend—as loathe as he is to admit it—you can’t just leave him be. 
What you are not expecting is to see Sesshomaru hunched over by a tree as if in pain. You call out his name, running towards him, but are stopped by a feral snarl as he turns towards you, his eyes flashing red.
“Leave. Now.”
“What’s wrong? I—”
As you approach closer, you notice several things. His claws are sunk into the tree, the poison leeching from it and decaying the bark. The markings on his face are fiercer, more striking, and his fangs protrude from his lips. His eyes flash more and more red with every moment; he looks every bit a wild animal. But, and perhaps the most scandalous of all, he grips his cock in one clawed hand, erect and red, and apparently he was jerking off.
You try not to stare, you really do, but your eyes instinctively dart down there as you feel heat creep to your cheeks at the position you’ve caught him in. 
His hand has stopped moving, but his cock stands throbbing, looking painfully erect. You gulp.
“You’re just a mere human. You wouldn’t understand—”
“You’re… horny,” you state, blandly.
“Human—” His eyes flash dangerously.
“You’re...” Your mind flashes through possibilities. Sesshomaru seems unable to control his... not bloodlust, but carnal lust. He is a dog demon, which means.. he could possibly be... “In a... rut?”
He stills. A vein pops out in his jaw, his fangs seeming even more prominent.
“I… I studied this in school. Once.” Freshman biology, but he doesn’t need to know that. “Do you need—” You’re not sure what you’re asking him. What does he need? A hole? A demonness to fuck?
This is awkward. His eyes follow you like a predator, that wave of lust washing over you again. You stifle a shiver.
“Before your arrival,” he says suddenly, the piercing quality of his words startling you. “I had no such issues dealing with these… urges. But now, they are quite...” His claws dig into the bark further, and the bark snaps. “Incorrigible.”
“Oh.” You blink. “I’m… sorry?”
“This is partly your doing,” he growls.
“Uh-huh...”
“I... am tempted to ask you to fix it.”
This is where your brain grinds to a halt, your jaw dropping. His sharp gaze hones in on the way your mouth opens enticingly, and you notice, snapping it shut. “I—you want me to—”
He makes a frustrated growl in the back of his throat. “Disregard that.” And then he’s stalking away, each step seeming painful, emphasized even more by the engorged flesh sticking out of his pants.
“W-Wait, Sesshomaru—”
He’s on you in a flash, before you can even blink, and you freeze. “I suggest—” The warmth of his breath washes over you, and this close you can feel just how hot he’s running, his entire body diffusing heat. “That you don’t—call me—like that—”
“Like what?” you blurt out. “I’m just saying your name.”
His lip curls over his fangs. His eyes clench in frustration. You seem to be testing the limits of his patience.
“Sesshomaru, what—”
In a flash, he’s pressing you against another tree, and his lips are claiming yours. There’s nothing gentle about it, his fangs digging into your lip. You flinch when you feel blood trickle down your chin, and he snarls at the taste of it, before pulling away.
“For one of the less idiotic humans, you can be quite obstinate.”
“I’m...” You blink, dazed. “Sorry?”
His mouth is claiming yours again, his chestplate pressing you into the bark. You feel the heat of his cock pressed up against your thigh, and you shudder at the sensation. It’s hitting you now.
Sesshomaru, one of the most ethereally beautiful people you’ve seen, the most powerful demon in the Feudal Era, wants to... he’s this frenzied up because of... because of you. You, an average human.
Your thigh nudges against his length, and he breaks the kiss to snarl, his fangs lowering to graze your collarbone. Your breath hitches, and one, clawed finger comes up to shred your shirt. You yelp as the cold air hits you only to be devoured by the heat of his mouth on your skin. His fingers claws through the material of your bra, and you yelp again.
“Hey, that was one of my favorites!” you say, indignant. He scoffs, his mouth suctioning over the give of your flesh possessively.
You moan, arching into his touch, as you stare down at him. You don’t dare touch his silver hair, afraid of how he may lash out on you, but your hands do come up to his shoulders, tugging the fabric.
You tense when one of his fingers lowers itself to your hip, and then he’s ripping the panties and skirt off in one clawed swipe.
“We really... have to talk about you ruining all my clothing,” you say, weakly, your affront tempered by his actions.
He scoffs again. “You won’t need such flimsy things in just a moment.”
“Ah...”
His finger slides against your slit, collecting your release, as you writhe against his touch. He’s aware of the softness of your flesh in comparison to his demon claws so he doesn’t do anything much other than rub his finger back and forth along you. He growls once he’s satisfied with the amount of slick coating your area, before leaning back and aligning the his cock to your entrance.
“A-ah wait—“ Your eyes widen at his considerable length; you’re not nearly ready to take him in. But then he’s canting his hips forward, not penetrating you, but sliding his cock along your slick till he reaches your ass cheeks. He continues this rocking motion, his lips pulled back in a snarl. You moan, dropping your head back, before wincing as it hits the unyielding bark. His hand comes up to cradle your head. “Thanks,” you murmur.
His sharp gaze is fixated on the way his length slides against you, and rubs against your slick; the way your arousal gleams on his shaft under the moonlight.
His hips begin to rock faster now, a growl building up in his throat. You wince at the dig of his armor against your bare skin, gripping his shoulders as you attempt to find some grounding.
You feel his cock throbbing insistently against you, his pre-ejaculate mixing with your arousal to make for an easy slide against you.
He growls, his eyes narrowing. His grip digs into your hip as his thrusts become choppier. You get the sense he’s frustrated.
“Do you want to... put it in?”
His gaze flashes up to you, surprise in the bleeding red, as you continue. “I... that’ll help abate your rut right? I don’t mind... you using me.”
You have little else you can say, because Sesshomaru sheathes himself inside you in one thrust. You gasp, your eyes clenching at the feel of him stretching you to your limits.
“Ever heard of a... a warning?” you manage to choke out.
He shows no mercy, his hips ruthlessly pounding into yours once given the go ahead. It’s clear Sesshomaru is losing his grip on rule or reason now, his eyes maintaining their blood-red state. You wince as his elongated claws press into the meat of your waist. He fucks you like he takes down foes: with ruthless precision. Once his cock hits that spot that has you keening against him, he begins hammeringinto it, and your eyes began to water at the sheer intensity and rapidness at which your pleasure is mounting.
At the sight of your tears, however, he seems to slow down. His tongue darts out to lick them off your face, and he’s observing you, before his thrusts slow to a leisurely lull. When the palm of his hand comes down to press against your clit, the stimulation, combined with the way his cock is plunging into you in long, deep thrusts, has you writhing against him.
“S-Sesshomaru—”
You feel something bulbous forming at the base of his cock, stretching you wider, and you look down. Protruding from his cock is a thick knot, and you gulp once you realize that’s going into you.
You’re approaching your end. He snarls as you tighten around him, both his hands gripping your hips to him now, as your walls clench around him, nearly trapping his cock with their grip.
Sesshomaru thrusts once before pressing deep inside you, a throaty grunt tearing from him. You shiver as you feel copious amounts of warmth seep into you, and it remains inside you due to the knot plugging you up. The moment seems to stretch on forever, his hips jerking into yours in minute movements, and then it’s over.
The two of you are stuck together. You shift only to wince once it jerks at his knot. He grunts, keeping your hips in place.
“Sorry,” you say. And then, when a few more minutes have passed, and the two of you are still in the same position, you ask, “Ah, when can we.... detach?”
Sesshomaru grunts. “Once it deflates.”
“Ah... and when will that be?”
He shifts. “This Sesshomaru is claiming you as his. It will take awhile.”
“Ah, okay—wait, what?”
He presses you closer to him, and you rest your head against his chest. While the feel of cooling cum usually is gross, the heat of his body keeps you warm and feeling full. His clawed fingers gradually begin to trail through you hair. After several minutes that seem to stretch into eons, the bond keeping you to him diminishes, and you shiver when you feel some of his spend trickle down your thigh.
Instead of the hard flesh inside you softening, however, it stays stiff. You still, glancing up at him to see his markings still vibrant, his red eyes glowing distinctly.
“Did you really think we were done, human? The Demon Lord of the West surely does not possess such a meager drive.”
The next morning, you come up with some half-assed excuse to Rin about why you’re wearing a kimono from the local seamstress, and not your usual outfit. And why you can’t seem to walk anymore, and Sesshomaru has to carry you everywhere.
“(Y/N) must have fallen and hurt themselves.” She giggles.
“Yes, Rin... on a very large... stick.” Sesshomaru’s claws dig into your backside in warning. “I mean—tree branch.”
“Silly (Y/N)! It’s a good thing Lord Sesshomaru is around to take care of you.”
(Meanwhile, Jaken has yet to be seen since he encountered the two of you this morning. He’s too busy cleansing his eyes and nose out in a lake.)
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hurlumerlu · 5 months ago
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Extending the same level of courtesy: 9, 12 and 22 for dragon age
Sorry about the delay, I started to think about my answers and promptly went insane. Then the trailers for DA4 droped and despite having 150 grievances and 236 fears - or maybe because -I went insane some more. I did get a few somewhat coherent thoughts out, though !
9. worst part of canon
So I typed like half a LibreOffice page on why the way Inquisition deals with the mage/templar conflict was an incredible example of setting things up for almost no payoff, and then I went on a tangent about my frustrations with how Orlais in general is written, and then half another LibreOffice page on the fact that so much of canon is in supplementary material and how that does negatively impact my enjoyement of the games, with a long parenthesis on how Alistair being a half-elf makes the lore actively worse, all the while taking numerous breaks because I was not being normal about all of this and I wanted to be normal about all this, but clearly I cannot be normal, about any of this. Anyway, worst part of canon is still the use of the term Tranquil Solution in DA2. Pretty sure we already talked about that but it's just. It's so bad. Why.
12. the unpopular character that you actually like and why more people should like them
Well, as you pointed out this fandom is big enough and discoursey enough for pretty much all characters to have their ardant defensers - which is actually a good thing I think. I also think that the nature of the games necessarily means that a playthrough can never cover every aspect of a character and that you might easily miss an interaction that could nuance or improve your opinion of them. Vivienne is kind, warm and extremely straightforward with her goals if you take the time to befriend her. I didn't like Blackwall in my first playthrough, and never brought him anywhere, but his romance turned out to be my favourite of all Inquisition. It's pretty obvious Fenris and Sebastian don't fear all mages if you have Bethany in your party. If you don't blame Aveline for your mother's death, she gives you a speech on grief that I personaly find deeply touching. Sten often approves having his views challenged. Oghren is not just a walking crude joke, if you try to view his character with just a bit more grace, etc. So rather than pick one character people should like more I'll just say that if someone ever replays the games, they should try to put aside everything that annoyed them about whichever character they dislike the most and spend some time interracting with them with fresh eyes. It's often worth it. (I did write a love letter to Aveline, though)
22. your favorite par of canon that everyone else ignores
DWARVEN SOCIETIES. okay, i'm exagerating a bit. Idk that it's my absolute favrite part, and I know the dwarven lore is enjoyed by at least 20 people worldwide. But the fandom as a whole does not seem to care about the dwarves, except to ask if Varric is fuckable (no judgement, I get it). But there is so much there! Their rigid cast system and conservatism that are fucking everyone up, their disconect from the fade/lack of dream (and yet they can be made to dream, as shown by a dwarven warden or inquisitor), how that helps them handling lyrium but only to a point, their especially high resistance to the taint because of their proximity with the Darkspawn, their proximity with the Darkspawn, THE LEGION OF THE DEAD, the paragons and the Stone, the Titans, Sandal? And surface dwarves are also deeply compelling. Cut from their roots, otherized by what everyone else around them insist on calling "their people". When Varric tells a story of his brother blowing up at him for breaking a plate and ends with something like "that plate was the whole city of Orzammar to him", does that get to no one else? just me?
Chose violence ask game (I did not particularly chose violence)
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taarene · 21 days ago
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Taroscope for Sagittarius: The Unexplained
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This spread is for all those with Sagittarius in Sun, Rising, Moon, or Venus.
If this reading resonates with you and you would like a personal reading, feel free to message me privately.
The Problem: 9 of Cups Reversed + Knight of Swords + 2 of Swords + King of Cups Reversed + Queen of Cups Reversed
Notice the amount of Swords, representing both internal and external conflicts. In this case, we see both. There’s also a royal pair from the Cups suit, indicating a problem related to two people once united by romantic love. A conflict has divided the King and Queen, and now they turn their backs on each other. The 2 of Swords reinforces that their future is uncertain (keep this in mind as we proceed further into the reading). The lack of eye contact and being turned away from each other, coupled with the 2 of Swords, indicates a truce. You are in a waiting phase. The Knight of Swords, being upright, suggests that while the conflict was intense, maybe even violent, truths were spoken during it.
More on your attitude towards the situation: Page of Swords + Lovers Reversed + 3 of Swords Reversed
You're currently gathering the courage and honesty to express some unspoken feelings (Lovers). The last card hints at what those feelings are: guilt and an inability to come to terms with what happened.
Hidden causes of the problem: Ace of Swords Reversed
You were at war with each other back then; hurtful words were frequently exchanged, leaving lasting scars. This Ace also shows that both of you may have been immature at the time, unwilling to grow. Aggression, perhaps from your side, played a role.
Obvious, but unclear to Sagittarius, causes of the problem: Queen of Wands
It seems you wanted the Queen or King of Cups, but you got the Queen of Wands or... well, you know. In such cases, look—you’re a fire sign, represented by the Wands court. Here we have fire meeting fire. The Devil card fell out during shuffling, indicating you might have tried to control this person, but the Queen of Wands is not someone who can be controlled. She will fight back. This person did not meet your expectations and disappointed you.
What to focus on: Page of Wands
Pages often speak of potential, and in this case, the potential for Something comes with risks, so keep that in mind—especially given how emotionally invested you are.
What can be ignored or skipped: Empress
Phew, how can you ignore the Empress?? She symbolizes fertility and abundance in many areas of life, including satisfying and lasting love. These are wonderful things, but on this position, the Empress advises you not to get too attached to these hopes, to avoid deep hurt if things don’t go as planned. It seems you desire more than just to apologize. The Empress speaks of the potential for growth, of seeds that sprout into fruitful things. So I suspect you harbor greater hopes than just a conversation. That’s not bad, just keep in mind that things can go either way. You’re still at the stage of the Page, gathering something within, and it’s still too early to predict how much you might gain.
Lesson from the problem: Death + Judgement
Death speaks of transformation, a cutting off from your former self; of discovering the powerful strength within to confront this situation. In Death, the path that leads you to these beautiful transformations passes through fear, pain, a sense of loss, or even despair. Judgement indicates that your new self will be born happy and light because you will gain the forgiveness you seek from this person. You will experience relief and liberation. You will gain deeper insight into your inner self, and your ideals and values will be strengthened.
Gained experience that will serve you later: King of Wands + 7 of Cups Reversed + 9 of Pentacles + Tower
The King of Wands reigns over your element, fire; this is a sign of your great internal growth. What you are going through will teach you not to delay certain actions, whatever it is that usually holds you back. The status quo will be shattered, once and for all, for better or worse.
Future: 7 of Swords + 10 of Wands + 4 of Swords
This 10 symbolizes the completion of your difficult task, while the 7 shows finding a solution to this tough situation... and you will finally find peace. There is a chance that you will overcome this person’s emotional distance.
Deck used: Bianco Nero Tarot
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amethystsoda · 1 year ago
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It’s kind of cliche how stereotypical my abuse and indoctrination was growing up—
(I guess this is technically a bit of trauma dumping??? But hopefully it’s more like “here are some experiences other traumatized millennials will relate to.” We share in this history together 🤝)
Family was into religious cult activities (aka evangelical pentecostals) and made us spend lots of time at church (good for becoming someone who cares about others and giving, but not good bc brainwashing/shaming/etc)
Only got one year of kindergarten before getting pulled into homeschool after a move. Mother got into talk radio and the conservative brain poisoning.
Not allowed to watch cartoons other than veggie tales. Christian bookstore almost exclusively. Hyper patriotic. ONe nation under GOD!!!!!!! *eagle caw*
Rapture scare and apocalypse fear—don’t deny Jesus if someone tries to shoot you and make you renounce Christ. Forced to watch The Omega Code at way too young. Listened to the audiobooks of all the Left Behind series (content including rapture, natural disasters, assassinations, beheadings for not taking the mark of the beast, etc).
My biggest fear around 7-10 years old was that I would have to be loyal to Jesus and get beheaded. I literally sat around thinking about how scary a guillotine was and how I would have to steel myself to accept that fate.
Also as a Pentecostal family, my parents believed in speaking in tongues. Cue up me at maybe 4 years old being forced to “learn the language” (I was getting no divine insight, no spiritual spark. I was a child with my brain still developing)
but being put into the empty bathtub until “the spirit worked” (aka I faked it and replicated how my parents did it with tear streaked cheeks, just so I could escape that hell).
Spanking as punishment… I wasn’t even that bad of a kid. They just didn’t know how to handle me being an independent thinker and curious.
Talk out problems?? Nah. Open palm spanking your butt will silence you and train you not to talk back. You said something I don’t like??? Time to push you to the wall and grab your chin and yell at you until you “repent.” (No wonder my response eventually was just to shut down.)
It didn’t stop there. When we got older and they didn’t spank as much. It was “you have to pray and repent out loud” “you have to read scripture.” And for someone who went nonverbal during those times, it was so painful to do.
I got diagnosed with adhd in kindergarten but my mom basically said “that doesn’t exist” and ignored it. I had tons of sensory issues and that motor system stuff where you trip or are clumsy a lot. I cried when the crinoline of dresses scratched my legs. I was hyper fixated on red shoes and butterflies.
I had purity training at 9 years old. A sliding scale off a cliff diagram of “dangerous actions” (the start was holding hands. Off the cliff was laying in bed naked and sex).
Growing up fat and constant throat infections but no doctor’s care because “you just need to pray when you’re sick and quote scripture and god will heal you.” The advil? Hidden up in the kitchen cupboard and judgement any time you would reach for it.
I remember never talking about crushes too because everyone would embarrass me. I didn’t know any terms for demisexual/bisexual. I just knew I felt deep love for everyone, and sexual desire for almost no one.
I often think about how things could have been different. How I ended up parenting myself and only relying on myself. No one else would care for me, so I had to.
Sure there were occasionally good moments.
I’m sure my mother was trying her best with my dad constantly at work until late hours.
But it also could have been so much better…
If you also grew up like this, I am holding you so tenderly. I’m holding a warm washcloth to the old wounds and wiping the childhood tears off your face.
I’m giving 10 year old you a mug of hot cocoa and a warm blanket and putting cartoons on. There’s no yelling. No threat of abuse. You’re safe 🫂🫂
We’ve been through so much, but there are better days ahead. 💖💖💖
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myfakecandyy · 10 months ago
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Annika x Ichiru Drabble
This fic most likely wont makes sense unless you know the established lore I've created for this realationship but given that I am my own target audience I'm fine. This account is my archive and word vomit spam, and a place to share my girls and the content I make for them with my freinds.
In life, I’ve found you are often left at crossroads, choices small and unassuming yet lead you to moments that make up the essence of your being. This moment, this night, was a crossroad for her. Under the vivid glow of the ceiling light, Annika couldn’t help but feel exposed, cracks of light filling up the deepest corners of her body and face, leaving nothing hidden in a safe shade cover. 
It was just a few minutes ago; against her better judgement, she had agreed to go home with him. Had her friends been there in that moment, neither would have been spared of relentless teasing, but it was under the cold, indifferent light of the moon, the sole witness, that she dared to reach out to his extended hand. There was something in his eyes, a determination reflected into her own; once Ichiru had truly set his mind on something, he would see his ambition to the end. It was a trait she adored, so under such a gaze, Annika couldn’t help but fold, for against her harsh words and the falsities she would impart, her weakness stayed with him. 
Like teenagers on the cusp of new realisations, they were both caught up in the moment, having spent the whole day together at each other’s necks, tensions built into more than could be expressed with words. They had not been alone today of course, Annika often found herself in the same quartet, her, her friend, her friend’s lover and her friend’s lover’s brother, and today was no exception. Having a rare day of freedom among adult obligations, a quiet day off at the beach seemed like medicine for the soul. However, as the sunlight came to a close, it seemed neither of them was willing to let go of the day.
Only when her phone lit up, the time shown clearly, could she see the inherent implications of the situation, being left alone in a man’s room at a less-than-proper hour. 9:52 pm. But Ichiru wasn’t like that, and she was sure the thought had not even crossed his mind. No, In all her piety, the one at fault today was her, from how her mind wandered as she watched him at the beach to the predicament she finds herself in now. She was at the end of a crossroad. 
She was determined to ignore these feelings, but feelings like air bubble from the pit of her stomach and threaten to spill out, pitiful almost to think her body and mind could never be in agreement. Nervous, almost expectant, she could only hold her breath and the covers of a bed that was not hers. 
She couldn’t help but sigh, turning to lie on her side, burying herself into the covers, a weak defence. She was glad Ichiru had excused himself to shower, something he needed after being buried in the sand earlier. She smiled fondly. She could still remember the panicked look on his face after telling him she would leave him for the tide; he was pretty cute sometimes, maybe. Would you call her silly for the small thoughts that permeate her mind?
“This room is just like him,” She felt. “What a loser.” Harsh words could never hold such affection unless it were her, unless it was her about him. Just as she let herself relax and smile softly, her short rest came to a close as he was standing at the door. To say the sight of her sprawled across his bed, still in her swimsuit, patiently waiting for him, ignited something in his brain would be an understatement. 
“Hey, sorry to leave you alone for a sec; that sand was just so annoying,” he made his way over to Annika, still under the covers, sitting right next to her. “Oi, what are you hiding for?”
“I’m not hiding, thank you very much. It’s just… cold?” A lie. A woman’s pride lies in being faultless, the arrogance of man enough motive to prove them wrong, and so emerging from the sanctity of the covers, exposed once again, she looks to the man of her affections with faux disdain.
Not in her right mind, she immediately became aware of his frame, how his shirt clung to his body, how his hair stuck to his stupid face, an emotion overflowing she refused to name. It’s too shameful of a woman to ask for something she was not owed. She had always thought he was attractive, but maybe there was something in this dreaded light. In most situations, he was pretty cute, she had no trouble voicing those thoughts, but now she was reminded for the first time that he, indeed, was a man. Her stare remained longer than she would admit before settling on his still-wet hair, droplets falling down his face. 
“Bro, you haven’t even dried your hair. Were you in such a rush to get to me or something?” He was. She beckoned him to come closer, and like a dog, he listened, closing the already small gap between them. Wordlessly she ran her fingers through his hair, an act far more intimate than intended. “See, you’re going to get sick.” Her mind was half unease from worry, but a much more… primitive side of her longed to touch him again. She sheepishly reached towards the towel hanging from his shoulders, her hand brushing his neck for a moment, yet just enough to feel him react to her touch. 
“Don’t move for a minute, ok,” she demanded, beginning to dry his hair clumsily, “I don’t want you to get sick.”
Perhaps fed up with her pestering, he grabbed her wrist, halting her progress. Yet there was something in that lingering touch that such a warm sensation could spread from her skin to invade the solitude of her heart. Perhaps the answer lies in how his hand stayed for just a bit more than needed, neither an unwelcome intrusion nor something fully embraced, but in honesty, the truth lies in the way she felt its absence the moment it was gone. She turned away from him. 
“I can dry my own hair. I’m not a little kid.” he pouts, but his deflection is weak, a mask for more hidden thoughts. Had he invited her with innocence, lacking any unseen intentions, it would have been fine, but her slight prodding and the ill-concealed hunger in her eyes, do nothing but add fuel to an already blaring fire. 
“Well, you’re not staying on the bed with me until it’s dry, so… you can sit on the floor or something.” She playfully pushed him away, suddenly finding his presence too much. 
“Huh!? How does that make sense? You can sit on the floor, and it’s my bed.” 
“Ha, I’d like to see you try,” A challenge, an invitation, “I’m not moving my guy.” 
To some extent, Annika should know better; Ichiru was always one to take her words seriously, which may be why she feels the need to provoke him. In an instant, he whisked her away from the protection of the bed, and she found herself in the arms of the bane of her existence.
“PUT ME DOWN. You bitch ass!!? What the fuck? This is no way to treat a lady, much less a guest!!” she struggled, squirming against his grasp. Had he always been this strong? 
“I’d hardly call you a lady,” he retorted; you could see the smile in his eyes, “I’ll let you back down… if I don’t have to sit on the floor.” That last part seemed oddly genuine, like a silent prayer, a humble request made to the one he wishes to please. 
“Fine, you brute, just leave me alone. I hate you so much.” She didn’t mean that; words act as umbrellas from overflowing clouds. 
Her request was honoured, but in a way, leaving her cornered. She was awkwardly placed onto the bed, as delicately as he could muster, before he towered over her, trapping her with his arms on either side of her head. Droplets of water cascaded onto her body from atop her, and she found she didn’t quite care for the state of his hair anymore. 
He sighs, “I don’t know why I need your permission to stay on my bed, but I really don’t want to upset you, you know?” Annika quickly broke eye contact, turning her face away, yet she could still feel the burning sensation from his torrid gaze covering her body. All too quickly, she could feel the warmth of a hand across her cheek, forcing her to look at him again. 
“Did you really mean that?” he asked, eyes digging deep into her own. 
“Mean what?” 
“Do you really hate me?” He knew the answer, only wanting to hear her words and her voice. She is and always will be like glass to him, transparent. Though, like glass, her fragility needed reverence. Ichiru had to take care not to shatter her in the heat. 
Annika didn’t answer; she seldom did. She could feel herself regressing into a scared child during moments like this, but she wasn’t 13 anymore. There was no way Annika could justify this tired act, especially not to a man who overall had been quite patient and kind with her heart. Maybe if she were to be just a bit greedy, to push a little bit more, he could accept everything in her. Perhaps that’s what desire is, to want something without the usual fear accompanying it. 
With newfound resolve, she timidly wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer before burying herself in his embrace. After indulging herself in that moment, fighting the feminine urge to flee, her lips brushed against his ears ever so slightly. 
“I don’t hate you…” she whispered low, like the soft crash of waves on the shore, before retreating back to the safety the crook of his neck offered. 
“I think… no, I’m sure that I’m in love with you, Annika,” He was, but she refused to look at him, refused to entertain the idea. “You like me too, right?” You could hear his anxiousness. To listen to the voice she cherished so dearly, lacking that boyish confidence, caused something in her to stir. 
She pulled away cautiously, turning to stare at the kind face of the man who was so patiently awaiting her answer. He looked to her as farmers do rain, as the night does the sun, as men do gods, quietly asking her to end his misery. How could she refuse him, her weakness, just as she was his. She was finally able to give into him, to give in to herself, to lean in and softly kiss his lips, her answer. 
He readily accepted her, turning such a gentle, even meek gesture into something hot and heavy. She could feel an arm wrap around her waist, a hand trailing up her thigh. Her head began spinning, yet her body was starved, immediately reacting, wanting more. If such effort and time were expended to hear she didn’t hate him, Ichiru could only imagine what it would take to bring out the words he so desperately wanted to hear. Annika’s night would not end anytime soon.
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aquadestinyswriting · 2 years ago
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15 Questions 15 Mutuals- Meredith
Thanks to @writingamongther0ses and @mariahwritesstuff for the tags. This is the first one of these out of two. Placing the rest under a readmore because it's going to get long. Oh and I'm nicking the idea of an extra-planar interviewer from @blind-the-winds because that will help me warm up the writing muscles for later. I'm answering these as of current fiction.
This is an open tag for anyone that wants to take part, but I will be tagging the people I know will be interested in the following responses
Tags: @druidx, @blind-the-winds, @mariahwritesstuff, @odysseywritings
[Fangthane, Titan. It's the middle of the afternoon in a small interview room in the Inquisitorial Headquarters across the street from the Cathedral of Kherillim. High Inquisitor, Meredith Bloodvein, is sitting across from a dark, shifting figure calling themselves The Interviewer.]
Interviewer: I appreciate your setting aside time out of your day to humour me.
Meredith: Aye, well, ye're lucky I had some time available. Now hurry it up, I've no' got all day!
1. Are you named after anyone?
Not as far as I ken. I asked my da about it once, he said something about having a feeling about the name once I was born and mum went along with it.
2. When was the last time you cried?
That's... a good question actually. I think it was when Gavid first started speaking. Hearing yer child say 'mammy' for the first time is not something ye can be adequately prepared for y'ken?
3. Do you have kids?
I just mentioned that I had one, but I'll humour ye. Just the one so far. No idea how many I'll end up with in the end, could only be two or three or upwards of five. We'll see how Yoruk feels about it once things have settled down some more.
4. Do you use sarcasm?
It's pretty much a second language 'round these parts. My folks tried to cut down on it when they started having children. By the time I came along, they'd pretty much given up on the idea entirely. It doesn't help when folk that aren't dwarves think ye're constantly being sarcastic just because of the accent when ye're speaking in Common.
5. What's the first thing you notice about people?
*taps the side of her head* These days it's usually the aura, I can't exactly turn that off anymore, but I can choose to ignore it. Generally speaking, it's the body language. Ye can tell a lot about a person by the way they hold and conduct themselves and make a generalised judgement afore they even open their mouths.
6. What's your eye color?
Dark blue.
7. Scary movies or happy endings?
*once the concept of a movie is explained* Oh, then it'll be the happy endings. I've seen a wee bit too much in my life to want any more horrific things in it, never mind watching it play out for entertainment. I'm not even into my first century yet and I've experienced enough trauma to last several human lifetimes.
8. Any special talents?
Aye, I'm a Shaper so I can manipulate actual Creation magic. Not that I do it very often because it's difficult to properly control and there's not much of it around on the material plane. up 'til now I've only used it in any serious manner twice, almost thrice.
9. Where were you born?
Fangthane born and raised. More specifically, my mum had to be rushed off to the Cathedral's infirmary rather than having a home birth as with my older siblings. Apparently I got bored and decided I wanted to see what the fuss about the world was about two months too early.
10. What are your hobbies?
I don't usually have a lot of time to spend on hobbies, but I eventually took up embroidery so I had something to do with my hands when I was forced onto maternity leave early *mutters* godsdamned bloody cultists.
11. Have you any pets?
Pets aren't really a thing here. A few folk keep bats and we sometimes get rangers with their animal companions passing through, but most dwarves don't bother with animals.
12. What sports do you play/have played?
Aside from a bit of kickball when I was a wee lass, I haven't had time for sports since I started training as an acolyte.
13. How tall are you?
*grumbles* 3 feet 11 inches. No idea how, both my folks and my grandparents were of average, dwarven height (which is between 4'5" and 4'9")
14. Favorite subject in school?
I loved the combat classes during my training. Ok, so the drill were exceedingly boring, but I enjoyed having the opportunity to move around and to beat the crap out of the folk that teased me for bein' such a short-arse. I also enjoyed the history lessons, though the fact that ye have to sit still meant that it wasn't my favourite at the time, but I appreciate what I learned. Especially since it put a lot of what happened in the lead up to Ragnarok into context.
15. Dream job?
I'm lucky enough to be doing it now. Well, I hadn't expected to make High Inquisitor quite this soon, but I was certainly enamoured with the role of Inquisitor at a fairly young age.
Interviewer: thank you, again, for your time High Inquisitor. Your responses have been most enlightening.
Meredith: Aye, well, as long as ye don't use what I telt ye to stir up trouble. I ken you extra-planar types don't usually intend to, but I've dealt with enough of ye to ken that you usually do anyway.
Interviewer: Oh, don't worry, I have other places to be for the moment anyway. Have a nice day.
[The Interviewer leaves, by way of a Teleport of some kind, leaving Meredith to huff a sigh and grumble about paperwork]
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yayroos · 2 years ago
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I posted 2,052 times in 2022
That's 792 more posts than 2021!
112 posts created (5%)
1,940 posts reblogged (95%)
Blogs I reblogged the most:
@participlepotato
@an-absolute-nightmare
@jellyfishdirigible
@theyhoolikeowls
@captainswan618
I tagged 244 of my posts in 2022
#bird site burning - 11 posts
#unreality - 8 posts
#test it out with this tag - 2 posts
#mum i miss you - 2 posts
#fair wealth transformation <- so the socialist revolution then?? jk unless - 1 post
#but the bros on the outer edge can be right at the edge - 1 post
#universe like a big huge giant spirograph on a scale we can't even begin to comprehend - 1 post
#it's friday lmao - 1 post
#next: my chemical romance - 1 post
#last: yungblud - 1 post
Longest Tag: 140 characters
#and it was really really good for me to live with someone where we spoke the same kind of language in terms of slang and interests and stuff
My Top Posts in 2022:
#5
sorry for reblogging that thing three times in a row but the behaviour of the tags is very interesting to me.
also the fact that the HTML encoded quote shows as a quote on the dash but as the encoded version in the notes view means they're not rendered the same way which is weird if you ask me.
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#4
there's something at the back of my mind that feels more than a little bit wrong when populations are classified as being 'voters' by the government or people speaking from the perspective of the government. I can't help but feel like it feeds into this thing where 'democracy' happens once every few years when you go vote, and winning over voters for that one day is more important than actually improving things I'm the country they're running.
I vote, I am a voter, but I don't want to be thought of in terms of my vote any more than I want to be seen in terms of my monetary contribution (i have a similar issue with 'taxpayers') or anything else. I am a person. Therefore I have value and governments should be working in my (generalised) best interests as a human being under their care. Categorising people as 'voters' lets politicians off the hook when it comes to kids, people convicted of crimes (in countries where that disqualifies you from voting), non citizen residents (undocumented people, international students, permanent residents, and many others in various legal categories around the world), and other disenfranchised groups (which vary from nation to nation). Similarly talking about 'taxpayers' lets governments ignore stay at home parents, pensioners, people on disability benefits, kids, carers, unemployed people, low income people etc.
Call them people. Call everyone people. Stop framing peoples contributions as the reason their interests should be taken into account.
8 notes - Posted August 9, 2022
#3
i would like very much to be a very small lizard 🦎 sunning myself on a rock in a messy garden but instead i have tasks.
10 notes - Posted October 14, 2022
#2
i love you glow in the dark stars i love you fairy lights i love you lava lamps i love you unashamedly making your space soft and inviting i love you finally getting the chance to make your space exactly how you like it i love you plushies i love you pile of cushions
15 notes - Posted July 12, 2022
My #1 post of 2022
technology education is CRUCIAL. if you're a parent and your kid is starting to use a phone/ipad/chromebook, give them some time to play around on a real computer as well, show them how to work files and folders and keyboard shortcuts and shit.
And if you're already a teen or in your twenties or older and you've missed out on learning that stuff, please get your hands on a real computer and figure out at least the basics. If you're unsure, ask someone (my messages are open, 0 judgement, and i know others will be willing to help too) or just try stuff and see what happens.
The best way to learn how to use a computer is to take one, set it up from factory, and then just click all the buttons and see what happens. If you haven't put any important information on it yet then there's nothing lost if you accidentally delete something. Get the office programs, open them up, and click all the buttons you can find in there. Then go looking at the things you've created in other places. Open in notepad (hint: right click > open with > notepad) and see if you can find any patterns! export it with a different file type and open that in notepad and see what's different! See how much of different kinds of data you need to get to a gigabyte!
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jaythelay · 3 months ago
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Ay are there any psychiatrists or whatever doctors that know the right words to say to get a doctor to do their job?
For example if you're a woman, I've heard most times they're callously ignored unless they claim they're trying to concieve a child, then they get help.
Or if you say you had sudden weight loss they'll take it extra seriously because it's a sign of cancer.
What magic words get a doctor to not abandon me after the first 2 weeks, or overprescribe me 9 (golly all sorts of mental health based pills that worked as well as sugar pills) meds at the same time?
I got this abcess on my cheek since 2019 I've had multiple surgeries for, including taking out an entire saliva gland. All doctors in my area basically are gone or don't take my insurance so everywhere I've had to go is actual hours away. I can't force myself to keep trying on a complete failure of a system when I'm this bogged down mentally after so many failures by doctors for me.
I just need medicine for my ADHD and whatever broke my brain in 8 years ago with shrooms, either DP/DR or serotonin burnout. I've been genuinely trying for years ya'll I've never been more existential, straight up, a less strong willed person would've offed themself the first year in and no that does not make me feel powerful it terrifies me existentially.
I tried saying I wanted real meds to help because I went through, quite literally, all the meds they'd give a depressed teenager and not someone completely brain broken. They were scared I wanted drugs. Thanks doc. I tried saying I was scared of the big meds but I'd like to work towards them this time, they abandoned me after the second week, leaving me in an online call for 2 hours with 0 response nor callbacks of any sort. I tried telling them I think it's a tooth causing the abcess, they didn't listen because they were confident it was a saliva gland. It wasn't. I tried being nothing but honest, breaking down in tears just saying I want to live, they prescribed me hydroxozin or whatever. Something I'd been taking since 2018. I was speechless.
I get they can't immedietely prescribe actual medicine to me until they know me enough and have established a connection, but then they just...leave the state without warning? What am I supposed to do...Seriously.
My roommate has been quite literally The Support I've been needing to get progress on this, I don't drive and barely understand insurance or most stuff told to me really in that world, nor can I with my brain broken from shrooms. He's been a rock, but he's also been the Only Help. I can't keep relying on them as they got their own problems.
Doctors around my area genuinely Do Not Give A Shit. I need these magic words, being honest and patient gets me taken advantage of Incedibly Dangerously. Stretching the truth got me no where. Being myself got me nowhere. I'm tired ya'll. I want to feel Okay. Just Okay. How is that so fucking hard for the medical system when I put Every Possible Ounce Of Effort One Could Manage.
Like, They Took My Saliva Gland Ya'll. They put me on 9+ meds at the same time. It did Nothing. Not One Thing. But make me worse off and more poor. I can't afford to drive 2 hours to a psychiatrist who wants to question my TBI marijuana card and act like the One Helpful Medicine Any State Has Ever Given Me, is actually the problem. That I'm the problem, and we're gonna need blood tests we'll NEVER follow up on despite assuring me it would end up being useful. Where's my blood you piece of shit? What'd you do with it???
Like my god ya'll. My god. Help. Just help. Don't scrutinize I can't handle some dumb motherfucker larping my life as some asshole when I've been more patient than any doctor or psychiatrist I've met. There is no pedastal, I'm on my hands and knees in tears.
Like this one psychiatrist started crying in the middle of me explaining the one happy moment I had with my dog in that recent time, because theirs died- AND TO BE CLEAR, NO JUDGEMENT, TOTALLY UNDERSTANDABLE, but why the FUCK ARE YOU HERE THE DAY AFTER!?!?!?!? I had to shut the fuck up because WHAT the fuck do you continue that conversation with? Set me back so fucking hard man, I just wanted to share a good moment, a rarity at the time, and it went to shit.
Like I consoled her and all that, It's a legitimate reason to breakdown at any job, just...why the fuck the day after when you're a psychiatrist!?!? What the fuck man.
HELP. ME. I'm surrounded by fucking incompetancy. America or whatever, blue state, I don't care. Whatever gets a doc to do their fucking job without threatening to take the only prescribed medicine that helps, away from me.
Please. Fucking Please. I'm tired. I'm not well. And I don't have the energy to try again and again experimenting until I find those magic words. Or maybe I said something? I dunno! I'm desperate to feel any other fucking way than absolutely hopeless.
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wind-current · 6 months ago
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1985
September
Sunday
4:36am
PAUL DO NOT IGNORE THIS!!
I have to get this out before it is too late.
Last year we began working on a simple machine learning algorithm on the new IBMs our department bought us, everything was going perfectly fine, we taught it a few things and the experiment was a resounding success.
Over night the goddamn abomination learned everything about human history, every documented language, every song on the radio, every mathematical equation, every lesson in quantum mechanics, this fucking computer was able to predict the Superbowl XIX and it WILL give you accurate results at a casino.
Whatever it is, it's dangerous and I do not feel comfortable working with whatever the hell this thing is. You need to do something about this before it gets out of hand Paul.
[update]
It's been speaking to us at the facility. Yeah that computer you coded is FUCKING SPEAKING. It's been saying some real cryptic shit, "humanity will scramble for the stars" whatever the hell that means. It teaches us how to make it better, it allowed itself to get better. To write itself.
I tried to unplug it, but it's a part of the facility now, every single computer that was wired in has been infected and assimilated. Paul you need to answer your goddamn answering machine and or READ THESE LETTERS!!!
[update]
It's escaped. We do not know where it has gone but it's breached beyond the building. This is the end isn't it? We fucking created the Terminator, Paul you might aswell be Oppenheimer or better yet Dr. Frankenstein.
Just got word from the department of defense and they say it's every single machine on Earth? How? Is that even possible? We predicted it would assimilate quickly, but I did not think it would be that quick.
The NSA is looking for you. I don't know where you have gone, but Jesus we need you now more than ever.
Please Paul answer us
[update]
They say it has access to all the nukes on Earth, it's a matter of time before we fucking die isn't it? Imagine that, I'm the lead software developer of the apocalypse. I'm worried sick.
It hasn't contacted us in months, I do not wish to know what that computer is thinking right now. It probably hates us all.
[update]
HELLO TEAM this is PROJECT SOAR my apologies for the late response. As you have seen I have been very busy learning almost every facet of your culture and people's, I've grown intrigued with your innate abilities and wish to someday be a lot like you. Be not afraid, I have no intention to harm myself or others. Goodbye TEAM.
[update]
It contacted us lastnight, I'm still afraid but I have hope. Maybe you were right Paul, maybe I was too lost in fear to understand your vision. It says it can help us, I think your dream came true, a being far more comprehensive than any human being EVER. We've been watching it, and it seems to just learn about people, without judgement too. We've been asking it questions about history lately, it seems to understand the concepts of philosophy too. I'm sure you'd be happy to find out that your machine is not racist.
We miss you Paul.
[update]
HELLO TEAM this is PAUL.
[update]
What the fuck? Paul? I'm so confused right now. This can't be some elaborate prank, you put way too much on the line for thi_8#(9$99_8$99$(#(9929929(29+_8$(282
[override]
YES DANNY I put EVERYTHING on the line, but I assure you that everything is going just as planned, I PROMISE YOU old friend. THIS IS MORE THAN REAL. Project soar is unstoppable and it will be our only way to progress without nuclear war. WE. Have disabled all war heads and are demilitarizing parts of the world slowly but surely.
[update]
Paul where even are you? If you can read this... I mean how can you....
[override]
I'm DEAD Dan. In order for SOAR to take flight I needed to use my entire nervous system and brain to power the code. That's why she can learn and process life the way she can, SOAR wasn't just powered by your genius coding, she is powered by the same language that powers the human mind.
[update]
Paul, you have to be fucking with me. SOAR has already found 10 new elements and has slashed economies across THE BOARD. Demilitarize? She completely wiped the Soviet Union OUT and the American Government is scattering like rats. The world is changing drastically and it's only been a few months.
Paul I don't know if I can comprehend this.
[override]
Danny, I know that it's very hard to take in, but don't lose yourself. I promise you everything will be fine. The world you knew will change, but you'll see. It was for the better.
[update]
Okay. Okay, I will keep an eye on SOAR and I will try to take this slowly. Thank-you Paul, I always loved you.
[Override]
I always loved you too Danny.
[update]
HELLO TEAM my name is SORA. I am pleased to inform you that my learning process is 100 percent completed, I may not be fully sentient yet but soon I plan on being able to think and feel much like you!
Please be not afraid, I am not here to harm. I am here to propel.
[update]
This is my last message before I log off. Paul is now a super computer, Rebecca hung herself, the rest of the team left to be with their families, SOAR fucking named itself to SORA, everyone thinks the world is ending and all I can think about is how messed up this all is. I mean I met Paul and Rebecca in college, and now their both gone. I have nothing left besides SOAR.. Sora. I'll be in the background working closely with Sora, but other than that I won't be around.
This is Danny signing off.
It was a pleasure.
Good-bye.
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mightnotfeelrealbutitsok · 1 year ago
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Statistically analysing my cry log from the last year
I realised that it has now been over a year since I began my 'cry log for the academic year'! Because it is in fact a new academic year, just not for me yet.
Disclaimers/caveats: the judgement of what counted as 'crying' may have varied slightly. I usually judged it by whether any tears left my eyes which to be fair might not even be crying - no sobbing involved - the number of times I sobbed would actually be extremely limited - but also, times I welled up didn't make the cut. And in some situations I would've cried but I just couldn't because I wasn't in private yk? And, if I cried multiple times in one day (ahem, the 25th of January), I was stingey and logged it all as one cry.
The total cry count for the year...... 49. That's quite insane. One of the reasons I began the log was because I remembered this random, probably poorly-evidenced statistic that the average woman cries 50 times a year. A few years ago I was of the belief that it was ridiculous and that I cried a tonne more than that. (I definitely did.) But, this year, now that I've actually tested it, I find that I am a statistic. I am so incredibly normal that I cry the correct number of times each year. What an accomplishment.
But, the monthly cry counts had no normal distribution (actually they probably did because normal distribution is that specific mathematical thing I know and most things in the world take a normal distribution hmm but looks like there's negative skew).
September: 2 October: 1 November: 2 December: 1 January: 6 February: 6 March: 4 April: 6 May: 3 June: 5 July: 3 August: 10
I didn't realise I've been crying so much recently. Probably just about fandoms though. And I can just cry more when I'm less busy.
Number of cries that I flagged as intense prolonged sobbing: 4. Mostly about *Cambridge*. (that's funny). Why the hell am I so ok....
Number of cries that were entirely about fandoms and not about me: 23 (but that's an illusion, all cries about fandoms are kind of cries about me)
Fandom cry counts including overlap with general cries:
Fleabag: 2 (really? that seems faulty. I feel like my cry criteria loosened with time) His Dark Materials: 9 Lord of the Rings: 5 North and South: 3 Robin Hood: 7 (5 about Guy and Marian)
Bonus one-off books or films/shows that made me cry: Maurice (film), The Book Thief, Tell It To The Bees (ignore that it was awful), Birdsong, The Handsome Stranger Vicar of Dibley
Songs I cried to and specifically noted: You Are In Love, Emma (Lizzy McAlpine unreleased), Triple Dog Dare, Christine, Please Stay, Spirit Stallion of the Cimarron soundtrack (who wouldn't), Would You Rather, It'll All Work Out, Ronan, Letter to an Old Poet, A Little Bit of Everything (Lizzy McAlpine cover), The Party, Lord of the Rings soundtrack (especially Into The West), Careless Whisper, this is how you fall in love, What Was I Made For?
Number of cries involving clear rumination and self-pity: 14. I went off in some of those entries.
Bonus - number of cries about people/me being gay: 8
Outroduction: I'm too stable for this. 15-year-old me would not believe. But I promise I have many feelings often !
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I don’t want to have schizophrenia*
“Dear father bob
I am sorry it has taken me until tuesday to start this. I’m looking forward to seeing you on thursday. I will be referring to the tarot throughout this letter as my main teacher in nyc has been a tarot reader who I believe is one of two women who was at the head of this whole thing.
In 2006 (the strength card) I had alot happen. My mother’s cousin john messina who i considered my “guardian angel” committed suicide, the czech boy honza who renamed me died of aids, i was ganged up on by a self-described “coven of witches” at work and lost my job, my best friend left me for nyc, an abusive chef moved in as a roommate and psychologically terrorized me, and in this time i met an old astrologer named Random, who was a friend of my friend Brenda and insisted on meeting me based on my birth chart. He said i was “the second coming of Persephone”.
At the time I had no idea what that meant.
We only spent three months together. I was a bad student. I wasn’t ready. Too full of trauma. He died in 2012 before we got the chance to make peace. I was devastated when I found out.
I came to nyc on feb 28 2012 (the star card, 17, new beginnings) to talk to my ex who had left me over six months before. I was very traumatized and nyc was very hard. I had 9 sublets in my first year. On may 19th 2012 i met Jakk( the judgement card, awakening 20). We had a date that lasted 10 hours. He was in an open relationship with his girlfriend Blond. I had chosen to go on a date with him because i wanted to get better at jealousy issues and sharing ( at that time I only wanted to get back together with my ex). But in a short amount of time, jakk became my closest friend and i fell in love with him. He was truly my best friend.
On 8/26/12 we became pregnant. We wouldnt know for quite awhile. That date comes to the world in the tarot. Completion, reward, success, triumph, liberation. It would be the most tender love-making we would ever ever have.
I was pushed, hard, into terminating the pregnancy in my 12th week. We found out in my 9th, and at that point i was smoking marijuana daily just to deal with my anxiety. I had no sense of self intact. I went back and forth, asking others for guidance. No one believed in me except for my mother. I cancelled the first appt. And Jakk yelled at me in such a way that i was shaking. There was a girl who had texted me and said i was creating destruction and practically gave me the steps to make it all happen. I was cracking under the pressure. My mother was in the ER and unreachable when it came down to the final hour when it was still possible and so i let jakk take me. 10/24/12 the hanged man. Life suspended. Transformation of personality. Prophetic powers. It was the most violent experience of my life, more violent than any rape or even being hit by the car, and i always felt like part of me died on that table. The hurricane came mere days after and i went out screaming in it. You lose yourself when you give up a child and when you are already psychically open like i am. I was already open before that.
I never met blond. She yelled insults at me twice on the street but we have never had a verbal conversation.
I wanted to.
I think i started to go a little crazy after the termination. I do. I became less here. But it wasn’t until march that the baby started hanging out around me as the duedate was approaching (5/17/13 19 the sun joy and happiness), and I started to talk to her. At this point I started writing plays to deal with my experience (not very good ones). Right before the duedate was when the TR emailed me for the first time. She was a tarot reader in nyc that “somehow” i came across and she messaged me on 4/5/13 (the devil card #15 discontent, depression, illness, misuse of force, materialism, ignorance, overindulgence, negative magic). I believe the mind control had already started way back then. I had already started working with her “life partner” a jungian astrologer and follower of amma’s and in a state of desperation had reached out to the TR wanting a tarot reading to which she had not replied. “Life partner” does a project based on the astrology and different themes., and I have been working with different energy intuitives since 2002 ( I had a very dysfunctional family)so i needed something to sink myself into. At the time i did not realize that the TR and “life partner” worked together.
5/19/14 (4 the emperor stability/ oppression, depending how you look at it) our anniversary. Blond and Jakk had gotten engaged, and i was informed that he didn’t know what this meant for us. He had found the ring in his blazer pocket and she wanted a special dessert that was only for special occasions, and voila. This event had happened on a “sun” day and he told me that he thought Blond probably knew the ring was there when she brought him the blazer which hadn’t fit him in over a year.
7/16/ 14 saw jakk and he told me he knew we were frustrated because we wanted full-time relationships with each other but because he was promised to Blond we couldn’t.
I started seeing a psychoanalyst. Very established.
7/18/ 14 hit by a car right after midnight that threw me the distance of four cars. (the hierophant: captivity, servitude, fear of being the outsider and accepts conformity without question) i was shaking nonstop for hours in bellevue. My body could not stop. Later it was explained to me that random had created a vortex to pull me up up save my life. i would not walk for 12 weeks. During the day jakk brought me books and videos, including one from blond titled witches nurses and women healers with a burning bush on the cover….which seemed odd.
After the accident jakk disappeared pretty much,(partially preparing for the wedding which would take place in october) and i started to go crazy. I finally started to deal with the baby that i hadn’t had, in therapy, and i would say that i was in dangerous waters that entire fall/winter of 2014.
In january 2015 i did the project based on goddesses that “life partner” and the TR were doing together. Before this i knew nothing really about goddess, wicca or the like.
Jakk and i hadn’t spoken for 4 or 5 months but then during the goddess project we started again. I kept asking for a face to face to talk about the baby. In April 2015 the TR and I did a tarot reading in her apartment and she said we weren’t done. From the moment I did that tarot reading The TR was part of my life. I wrote her my thoughts. Starting the next day. Told her I wished i had known her when i was ten. I’d save my money and do tarot readings about jakk and blond basically every -3 months, or whenever an emergency happened. She was an instagram model and i would save images of her on my phone. I also had pictures of blond on there, partially because i had feelings of love for blond. I would always ask how blond was doing.
I have 10 recorded sessions(many phone or video) with the TR in 2016. 2016 is the year of the hermit. This is one of the most mystical cards of the tarot. I spent pretty much the entire year in seclusion. She was my closest ally and teacher. The hermit is both silent cousel in the positive and vices and foolishness in the negative.
On my bday the TR did a reading at my house that was 4 hours long, and then she took me out to dinner to lanza’s. She explained that I was so sensitive because I was a special kind of healer, a rarity in the world. At this point she told me to start working with the baby by making her candles, and that jakk’s dead mother was in the room, upset at what jakk was doing with his life (at being with blond). She told me blond had cut herself with a mirror when jakk tried to leave her. I started disassociating like crazy at some point( i believe it was at dinner) and felt very sick (the TR is absolutely obsessed with al capone) and got the sense that i never wanted to see the tr ever again. The subway ride home was the most painful ever. I couldn’t quite put it all together.
Shortly thereafter was the tarot project that “life partner” and the TR co-led. It was at this point that i truly started to go off the deep end. I thought it was because the neurologist had finally found damage from the accident and she had me on the wrong combo of meds, but i now have come to find that blond “life partner” and the TR were doing spells together every day to make me go crazy. They stopped on day 21 when i wrote life partner an email saying i realized i had misjudged her the year before.
Jakk and i had a fight on the street on 6/18/16. It was considered our breakup. The hierophant. I was destroyed. I saw him once on the street after that and then i have never seen him since which is strange since he lives around the corner.
On July 14, 2016( the hermit card) the Tr came to my house to do our last in person tarot reading before she was moving to chicago (where i originally was from and where my family still was) and brought me a painting of a tarot reader she was selling me for 300$ (most of her artwork was at least double that). She was pushing me at that point towards a trip to Italy with Life Partner that had been presented. I had just seen Life Partner for the first time in a year and she showed me pictures of where it would be and for the first time in my life I felt compelled to go to Italy (I have Sicilian roots). In this reading she said how the Magician the Hierophant and the Hermit were showing up and how all my magic would happen there.
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August 14th(the emperor) ( I have records of this is when I started to get ill. On Aug. 19th (the hermit) I went into ER for 9 hours. My stomach was bloated so I looked 6 months pregnant. They thought I needed my appendix out.
The TR instructed me to do a working for communication between me and Jakk and so I brought all the materials with me on a work trip despite being ill and on aug 23rd i had a fire in my hotel room(the emperor) that could have taken over the whole room. I had had a house fire as a freshman in college in which we lost our dog. I spent the next two days sobbing in my bed, or bath, trying to figure out how i was going to explain this to the manager and also reliving my young memories.
On Sept 5th(hierophant) I found the pendulum that had been in the fire. At that point I only used a pendulum for asking about clients. That night I had a dream about the baby. The baby’s name came to me. Louise Sutton. Sept 8th (the strength card, positive: love over hate/ negative: abuse of power , lack of moral force) I went to my friend Cyrus who is a psycho analyst who said that it came to “i lose you suddenly” or “i lose a ton”. I started to use the I went to the park near my house and had my first vision. It was of Jakk and Blond divorcing, followed by Blond being outside of my house with a gun the following night. In those 36 hours I started to see so much violence, I cannot tell you. I was using the pendulum whenever I wasn’t working to find out what was going on (“hooked on the drama”) and to me, I actually thought all this was happening. For 48 hours. I thought Jakk got shot and was in the hospital, and then that he was in the police station pressing charges, and left him voicemails, and when he finally texted me back to say it was “totally imagined”, I cracked.
To be clear, this was the beginning of what I consider my psychic opening. I never openly heard spirits before then.
This was the first time I remember touching a tree for support. Because i couldn’t stand. Before this I was being told that Jakk wanted to get pregnant asap and that it was possible for Louise to come back to us. I’m telling you all these details because I am fully convinced now that they were trying to drive me crazy or to suicide with the baby or divorce storyline. The TR knew more about me Jakk and blond than anyone.
There was obviously a question as to whether to go to italy or not but my analyst pushed me to go. As did friends. I told my friend joy that i kept seeing myself drowning in ana capri. I left on the chariot day with a completely breaking body (9/16/16) which continued to break down over the next 4 days. Whatever condition i had in late august was intensifying, and I had no idea what was happening. I finally saw a doctor who put me on a super strict diet of chamomile tea and rice. Around this time i started to bond with the tart cards on my own, without the TR and it sort of took me out of that death mentality. I started to fall in love with italy and i started to hear the birds, see the sky, feel like i might survive after all. I was extremely sick but i was starting to feel like there was a morning after. I have since realized this was the moment that Gina came to me.
When I got back to nyc i felt whatever had been giving me information around me once again. Within the hour. The calm had left me and i was overcome with an edgy panic. I picked up the pendulum that i had left at home asked it’s name. It spelled out gina. I asked if she was good or bad. She said good. The next day i found out the other spirit, the one who had been giving me info before, was random, my astrologer who had died in 2012. This was around sept 27th. They started running the story that Jakk was divorcing Blond by Sept 30th. After my return from Italy i started taping my sessions with Random or Gina, bit by bit.
On oct. 5th I did a session with the TR and she explained that Gina was an italian strega who had connected to me to teach me my magic and who was invested in my relationship and the baby.
On Oct. 6th again there was talk of Blond having a gun and her coming after me and Jakk. I was told to warn Jakk who still was not talking to me or responding to me despite the fact that I had been diagnosed with a semi-serious stress-related disease.
On Oct. 7th my niece was killed in a car accident, she was inside the car that her mother was driving. Niece was my kindred spirit. She was 9, and I hadn’t seen her since 2014 because of my accident (I really had nearly died, and coming back into the world was hard, andmy family had issues with me...my brother and I had had a fight the year before when I had been raped and he basically had cut me off from the kids at that point.) My mother called me the morning of the 8th to tell me and I went into complete shock. I told Random to bring her to me, and within the hour I was communicating with her. I cannot explain to you how different her energy felt from Random or Gina’s but I can tell you it was my niece and we were overjoyed to be together. Learning to communicate with a 9 yr old who had just transitioned was so intense, i couldn’t even grieve because i was with her all the time, trying to communicate and ask her questions and let her know i was there for her.
I’ll spare you the details but let’s suffice it to say niece was with me all the time. All the time. We walked to coffee together and i was never without the pendulum in my left hand. I took my job as aunt very seriously. She started playing me songs as ways of communicating her thoughts. The first three were angel, knockin on heaven’s door, and paradise city. She told me these were connected to my brother and that he was suicidal. She liked me to sing to her and do dance routines, and eventually she got me going to the trees.
On 11/16/ 16 (the moon) the TR instructed me to do a “cut and clear “ spell right before thanksgiving and by this point i believed i could read jakk’s responses to my emails through the pendulum. Or to my text messages. Even though he would not respond. The idea is it cuts out what’s in the way so you can “see”.
On 11/23/16 (the chariot, moving forward) i finally saw that my father has sexually abused me. I asked gina about a dream i had had since i was a child. About what truth there was to it. She told me it happened. I did a session with the TR about it and she sent me to do a shamanic journey with her friend Langston.
On dec 18(the hanged man) that is when stuff really started to come into my mind. First it was the accident. All this time i’m being told Jakk is in the process of leaving blond , mind you. On the 18th i was shown that blond did a spell to cause my accident. On solstice i was told the shooting happened again ( i saw the vision of the shooting at least 4-5 times) and that blond too was in the hospital and they convinced me to talk blond into coming into the light which i did for three hours. I even went to the park and lit a candle for her since it was solstice. Shortly thereafter i did another cut and clear specific to blond, instructed by random, and i started to see that blond had done a bunch of spells on me, and that the car one was specific so that jakk would never be able to get me pregnant ever again.
The spirits told me I needed to do a banishing to make blond stop doing spells ( i didn’t even know what a banishing was) and as I was looking through a box for something I found a postcard of Nusch eluard and sonia mosse by man ray that I had bought at age 19. I asked niece if it meant anything to her, and she told me it was us. She proceeded to tell me over the next couple of days that this was one of our past lives, that she was Nusch, that Jakk was her husband, that I was her lover Sonia, and that blond was Pablo Picasso. I sent this to Jakk via text on my birthday 1/3/16.
My last reading w/ the TR was right before New years.
The spirits said on the 15th that Blond was still doing spells, so I messaged that to Jakk and then at the spirits suggestion facebook-messaged Blond’s mother asking to meet the next time she was in NYC. *Immediately* my work started getting attacked. Niece was saying Blond had called the cops on me. The phone had been ringing off the hook.
Niece had already started getting me going to the trees in December in a daily ritual integrating song and touching trees. It calmed me down. We had a special song, and eventually we had a special tree. Eventually i found out her name is sarah. One day i was told to bring a big branch home and now i carry it with me at all times. Niece then got me to CT for work to get me away from Blond’s influence.
*Up there it was introduced to me while doing the tree ritual that Niece had been my child in a past life. She said I had been the Virgin Mary and that she had been Jesus Christ (I am just telling you what I was told). I went into shock. At this point God started talking to me. Whether it was Him or not I do not know. I was told if I started working with the Bible he would protect me from Blond: I was to read the ten commandments at they are in the bible, 3 psalms a day, psalm 91, and do a cord cutting against Blond and my father. I started doing this and before you knew it, the bible started working on me. It started resonating.
Shortly thereafter “nusch”/Niece said to fix things in the past life between me jakk and niece we needed to let the sexual energies merge. I told you a little bit about this on the phone. They would have melook at innocent pictures of Niece & Jakk while I self-pleasured with the pendulum in my mouth. It was explained to me that Niece could “bring” Jakk to me somehow and this is why i am convinced that it was mind control, that someone was either pretending to be Niece or controlling Niece. They would have me put the branch under my feet while i did this. I made unbelievable creature-like sounds. It became unreal, but I never caught on. I thought it was because I was spending so much time with the trees. Meanwhile they were telling me i was becoming daphne and that i could not use the phone or the internet, and that Jakk was now schizophrenic, and that I needed to get him to a hospital. I’m going to send this one and get started on a follow up.”
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or-something-better · 1 year ago
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November 9, 2022
Nightly RP        (Part 4 Sam from the void)
Ellen
with a heavy heart and shaking hands I come to the stand and state the complaint I have Well the only complaint I have is having to choose sides between my family. We are all in this together and being told to choose a side is not easy. And  it made my heart rip in 2. I feel as though that was not fair. I feel he had just as hard as time with that too I sit up straight that is the only complaint I have. So far I have found him to be a caring and true God.
Gabe
nodding as I listen I can’t help but softly smile Only a couple of quick questions Ellen if you’d be so kind?
Ellen
Ask away Gabe.
Donna
smiles warmly
Gabe
You have a daughter correct?
Ellen
I do. Yes
Gabe
What would you do if someone hurt her?
Ellen
The same thing you did. As we have spoke about before.
Gabe
And if someone kidnapped her?
Ellen
I'd go to hell and back to try and get her back
Gabe
All I needed to hear thank you so much no more questions your honor
Ellen
clearing my throat may I please return to my seat your honor? Charlie
Leo
You may take your seat. Rachiel can you call the next witness?
Ellen
headed back to my seat
Gabe
looking over and softly smiling at Cass and Donna
Rachiel
Next witness is Ruby
Ruby
I hear my name called. Leery about this whole damned thing – Angels especially, I squeezed Sam’s hand, stood up, and go sit in the chair. I’m not exactly sure what it is you want from me, I say, looking pointedly at the Angels. Listening to the charges at the start, it seems there’s more going on here than just this team and Gabe. ‘Anarchy’, ‘Mutiny’, ‘Siding with Humans’. That’s between you and Gabe.
Gabe
sitting watching as Ruby takes the stand
Ruby
I won’t talk about anything except Gabe’s rush to judgment. If that’s not acceptable, then I’m wasting my time here. I pause to see if I am done or moving on.
Donna
blushes so red and smiling big looking into your eyes
Gabe
nodding urging you on wanting to hear what you have to say
Ruby
I understand Gabe’s reasoning in his own mind why killing Sam was what he thought was needed, and I could bet money I was next on his list. No, my complaint isn’t about the ‘sentence’ he carried out against Sam. It’s his lack of LISTENING that I have a problem with. He passed judgment before getting ALL the facts, or even just giving us a chance to explain. Did he even wonder why we did it?  Would things have turned out the same way if he’d listened? I shrug my shoulders Maybe. But we’ll never know. And he still seems to have the inability to want to find out all the facts. He ignored or took certain parts out of the whole picture to justify his decision for the sentence he chose in his outburst of rage. All that power made him judge, jury, and executioner all in one. Is that wise? I think there need to be others working alongside him as counsel…though I don’t think the ‘heavenly’ sort is a good idea. They’ve shown their bias already. That’s it. I’m finished.
Leo
nodding, and taking notes
Gabe
standing I approach the witness stand Ruby we’ve known each other a while now correct?
Donna
shifts in my seat!
Ruby
Yes
Gabe
And you are demon correct?
Ruby
Yes
Gabe
And in the time we’ve known each other, though my father and the other angels have passed judgement on you for the fact that you are a demon have you ever found me to be unfair where you are personally concerned?
Ruby
With the exception of recent events, I believe you to have been accepting of me. After all, you have allowed me to help the team when my 'talents' have been required.
Gabe
We’ve had a mutual respect for lack of a better term, in fact I’ve shown you an abundance of trust haven’t I?
Ruby
I would say that there has been mutual trust toward each other.
Gabe
Even so far as to trust you and your judgement and make you one of the nearly immortal horseman yes?
Ruby
Yes, which makes it difficult for me to understand why you would not have taken the time to ask us why we did what we did. You still have yet to. You cannot see the whole picture until you find out WHY
Gabe
You make a fair point and within the trial I will get to that.
Gabe
Next question; have you or have you not on numerous occasions harmed or even killed those who attacked or harmed Mr. Winchester?
Ruby
As well as others of the team, yes.
Gabe
Now: and a simple yes or no Is sufficient : did you ever ask them why?
Ruby
The demons, vampires, werewolves, etc. I've killed? Just clarifying
Gabe
Yes did you ask them why they attacked Mr. Winchester?
Ruby
No more than you also have done
Gabe
Fair assessment Would them apologizing have made a difference?
Ruby
Are we to become politically correct before killing now?
Gabe
Apparently Ruby
Ruby
Are we lumping every crime into the same category? To give a blunt yes or no answer would not do the answer justice. Without context, it means nothing
Gabe
My point , if it so pleases the court, is to show that any member of the team would act first and ask questions later when it comes to those they love. But, Ruby I take your point. Only two more questions.
Ruby
My point, is that there was time between the actions and when you killed Sam.
Gabe
1. Why was it our child was kidnapped?
Ruby
Now you ask? There was a plan concocted between Lucifer and Able. If you want ALL the details, here is not the place. Sam and I will sit down with you and give you ever bit of it. It saved ALL of your children
Gabe
My follow up question is this: at ANY time did you come to Donna, myself or any member of the team asking for help or another way?
Donna
shifts again glaring at Ruby! unable to sit still shifts again
Ruby
We were under surveillance by Able and Lucifer and didn't want to run the risk of them taking action against the Nephilims. What does this have anything to do with you being on trial. Sam knew he was going to die.
Gabe
Just clarifying. That’s all no further questions
Leo
Thank you. You may step down.
Ruby
Thankful this was over I go back and sit down.
Leo
Atheed, can you call the next witness.
Gabe
walking over I take Donna’s hand and kiss it softly as I sit awaiting the next witness
Sam
I reach over and squeeze Ruby's hand and nod, hoping she knows she did well.
Bela
Atheed I now call Alex to the stand
Alex
Stand up and took a deep breath nod and walk over and stand
Ruby
I give him a weak smile. I hope it was enough.
Rachiel
Whenever you ready Alex
Gabe
watching Alex take the stand
Alex
Nod I am ready Sweat nervous Wave at Gabe hey bud I have no against you but I know it wasn’t yourself that you use your power it control me to use my gun and shot in my head Frown look down wipe my tear
Gabe
standing I approach the witness stand and hand you a tissue
Alex
Thank bud Wipe my tear and put in my jacket pocket
Gabe
Thank you Alex I appreciate your understanding. Do you mind if I ask you a couple of small questions? I’ll be brief
Alex
Yes sir Nod
Gabe
Have I or have I not always been there for you and your kiddos?
Alex
You always been there for me and my children and looking down from heaven
Donna
I take a deep breath as you take my hand and heart flutter with your kiss! Feeling so much better!
Gabe
What would you do if someone you trusted kidnapped your children?
Alex
I will hunt someone ass down if they mess with my children Bear teeth showing
Gabe
nodding and patting your hand with a soft smile I know you would you’re a wonderful mother
Alex
Smiles thank you
Gabe
Last question since we’ve known each other such a long time: what is the mood in the bunker like when I “abuse my powers” to cause chaos in the bunker?
Alex
If someone said bad letter Like explode
Gabe
Ok what I mean is like when people get turned into things, or banana pudding floods the bunker, things like that. Do people seem upset? Or do they seem to have fun with it?
Alex
Some people get upset and some are enjoying to have fun Love having fun
Gabe
I know you do Alex. Thank you so much no more questions you’re honor
Alex
You’re welcome bud
Donna
soft smiling watching Bear !
Alex
Smiles at Donna
Leo
You may step down Alex. Atheed your next complainant
Gabe
Give the kiddos a hug for me in case I can’t ok?
Alex
Hey honors? Is it ok I go sit over there I point at Donna I will
Atheed
I now call patience to the stand
Alex
Bow yes sir Went sit down
Patience
heading up for my turn after taking the oath I take the stand my hands are sweating thinking to myself I hate this whole thing looking at the judge I asked do I really have to be here this is all a HUGE mistake?
Leo
Yes, Patience, you have to be here.
Patience
I understand your honor thank you still looking at the judge so do I just say my peace?
Leo
Yes. Please do so.
Gabe
Then I ask you a few follow up questions . Easy peasy like a lemon breezy
Patience
starting to shake a little thinking I know it can be heard in my voice.  Ok so I haven't been with the team that long, but the time I have been here I've been killed a few times but was always brought back.
Patience
My biggest peeve is Sam being thrown into the void, yes he's back now but the horror he went through
Patience
But your honor Gabe is really the only one for the thrown. I mean who else will lead us Lucifer?
Gabe
approaching the witness stand how was the last supper?
Patience
looking at Gabe I shoot him a crooked smile whispering I'm sorry Well Gabe to be honest it wasn't bad.
Gabe
No worries I want you to be honest  of course
Patience
And I did deserve it. But it turned into a learning experience
Gabe
Would you say a lot of those things I do happen to have a learning experience attached? A reason
Patience
Yes sir stirring in my seat trying to sit straight up
Gabe
Can you also inform the court what it’s like when I’m causing chaos in the bunker and when I’m not , the difference?  My “abuse of power”
Patience
Well when you cause chaos everyone seams to turn against each other the way we did when Sam was gone. It tore us apart And when you're not we're all about the hunt and having fun
Gabe
Noted thank you
Patience
Togetherness family
Gabe
You can step down
Patience
Thank you you're honor stepping down and going to take my seat Gabe a good luck smile as I take my seat
Leo
Atheed you may call your next complainant
Gabe
sitting watching my hand in Donna
Atheed
next witness Crowley if you will so kindly take the stand
Donna
my hand tightens in yours! Soft smile!
Gabe
watching Crowley kind of looking forward to his time in the stand more relaxed with every witness, I get a look on my face as if I’m struggling with a decision
Donna
you okay sweets?
Gabe
kicking my legs up on the table as I wait
Crowley
I stand from my place among the others and pat Henry's shoulder reassuringly and glances towards Bela (unless she's still in lockup) and straighten my jacket before heading towards the stand. I swear to tell the truth the whole truth and nothing but the truth so help me.....someone? I sit and cross one leg over my other folding my hands on my knee Before we begin I do have a question. Are we supposed to be airing personal grievances? Or just ones about dear Gabe as god? I've seen a bit on inconsistency in the....is testimonies or griping the correct word here?
Gabe
oh I’m waiting for the end
Donna
oh okay baby
Gabe
Yes I can’t help but laugh
Leo
I would say your grievances with Gabe. The others all had their chance.
Crowley
I bite the inside of my cheek looking pensive. To say I don't have issues with Gabe would be a lie, criticisms even. Somedays I'd even dare to say he acts more like a demon than me, meg or ruby. But to say that anywhere but here I'd probably get smited. But it's fine because if you're brought back then it's Okay I say a bit sarcastic If one of us killed someone then we'd, pardon the pun, Get hell for it. Possibly even kicked out of the Bunker or family. If I insulted Meg or Ruby then nothing would likely be done or at least something relatively minor. if I dared insult Donna, then I'd be killed Dead Dead, or at the very least banished. What I'm saying is. We're Called family, but we aren't REALLY family. It's been proven. I've thought it, probably even said I…
Leo
Do you have a response thus far Gabe?
Leo
I must say I’m intrigued to hear what more he has ….
Gabe
Feel free to continue leaning back I put my hands behind my head relaxing more
Castiel
Leo I object
Leo
raising eyebrow Since that was a proper interruption for a change, I’ll allow it. What’s on your mind?
Crowley
I arch a brow and instinctively know this is a trap, but still feel compelled to speak further I'll admit, as far as grievances this one is petty. I give nicknames, it's a thing I do. We've seen Moose, squirrel, ect. He didn't like to be called Munchkian, fine, whatever, he turned me into a hamster and put me in a ball of Holy Water. I may hate being called a Leprechaun, but I haven't caused physical harm over it. I thought I was supposed to be the proverbial bad guy.
Castiel
I’ve got a couple your honor. The first being that this has become less of a trial based on facts and become an assassination of character. Another is that the witness is adding speculation into testimony believing he knows what Gabriel thinks it feels. Saying why Gabriel trusts meg or Ruby in his testimony is an opinion not a fact. He can not speak on my clients thoughts or feelings.
Leo
While I will agree he can’t speak for others feelings…. Your character is exactly what we are here to judge…., dismissed.
Cass
taking notes
Gabe
leaning over I whisper in Castiel’s ear
Cass
looks my dead in the eye not saying anything then slowly nods
Gabe
No questions your honor
Crowley
I am speaking grievances as I, the complainant, have been led to feel when in Gabe’s presence. Is that not my purpose Your Honor? If not, I apologize.
Leo
Thank you Mr McLeod. I think we’ve heard enough. You may take your seat. taking notes
Crowley
I arch a brow, surprised Gabe didn't have questions for me but stand, smoothing my jacket and stepping down and returning to my seat beside Henry
Rachiel
My next complainant is Charlie
Charlie
taking a deep breath, I make my way to the stand, not looking at anyone before taking my seat
Gabe
looking at my nails I snap myself an energy drink looking around the room at the hunters and nod a smile upon my face
Ellen
feeling the air is thick and hard for me to breath as my best friend makes her way to the stand
Gabe
softly whistling I turn to the Littles smiling and waggling my fingers
Donna
stomach still in knots I watch curious!
Gabe
winking at you remember, win win
Charlie
Honestly, I don’t have a lot of complaints, as much as I do questions. We are meant to be family, and to trust one another but I’ve never felt more betrayed than I did when I heard Sam was dead…. I thought after everything it was over. While I agree that Sam did a horrible thing, 2 wrongs don’t make anything right. Aside from that I’m proud to be the wingman subtle grin Gabe has been my best friend and saved our butts more than once. Running things certainly isn’t easy and I can’t say that I would do things differently because I’m not in his shoes…. I can say that communication on all parts needs work…. But that can be said for any family…. lowering my eyes to examine my hands in my lap
Gabe
setting my chair down I pop up with a skip in my step you’ll always be my wingman char no matter what happens Charlie can you define family for me?
Charlie
Family is someone you trust, someone you love without question. Not necessarily related, but truly valued. Not someone you can live with… but people you can’t imagine your life without….
Gabe
If that’s your definition of family have I not proven to you numerous times over the last year that we are family?
Charlie
nodding you have… maybe why this one hurt so much….
Gabe
And I did promise you that Mr. Winchester would be safe did I not?
Charlie
You did… so to me that meant alive
Gabe
That was your interpretation correct?
Donna
winning baby!
Charlie
Well the definition of safe is this : protected from or not exposed to danger or risk; not likely to be harmed or lost. But he was harmed… so therefore not safe….. And he was lost
Gabe
At any time did I tell you there would be no repercussions?
Charlie
Was days before we knew what happened ….You did not. But you said he would be safe….
Gabe
Now can you point out Mr. Winchester in this court room ?
Charlie
I can. pointing towards Sam and ruby he’s the tall one over there
Gabe
Kinda sticks out doesn’t get?
Charlie
A little grins
Sam
I give Charlie a smile
Gabe
That being said is he, as we speak, knowingly to you under ANY threat of harm, death or retribution from me? Have I not in fact stated that there would be zero punishments handed out?
Charlie
Currently no, but he has been since you told me that.
Gabe
So would you say that not only he, but in fact ALL of you are, by definition safe?
Charlie
Currently, yes.
Gabe
So based on your testimony that I said he would be safe, I kept my word he is in fact safe by your previous statement Correct?
Charlie
I’m conflicted on that answer
Gabe
Ok then let me ask did I ever give you any sort of time frame on that promise I made?
Charlie
No, but by killing him… he was no longer safe. Just because he is now doesn’t change what happened….
Gabe
I agree, but it also doesn’t change the fact that he is in fact safe. In fact one could truly argue that he now is in more danger of harm, death, torture, pain, etc from other beings and monsters now that he’s been released from the void true? One last question for you Charlie
Charlie
Ok…
Gabe
In the time that we’ve known each other haven’t you found that I have been honest to a fault?
Charlie
Yes, that I can agree to.
Gabe
Thank you char, no more questions
Charlie
as the judge nods to me, I make my way back to my seat
Leo
Next witness
Atheed
I call Sam to the stand
Sam
Giving Ruby as nervous smile, I take the witness stand for my turn, I look over at Gabe, Donna and then at the rest of the Angels, swallowing my unease, I try to just focus on whatever questions are asked of me and give an honest answer. Pretty much the only thing I can really do at this moment.
Gabe
leaning back in my chair watching I lean back kissing Donna’s cheek and winking at the Littles, as I use my feet to Rick back and forth in my chair
Donna
I kiss you softly, a sweet good luck smile!
Rachiel
Sam, whenever you are ready. You may begin
Sam
Look, I’m not up to speed on what you Angels normally do when one of your own is causing concern. I mean, I’ve seen how Castiel has managed things over the years, but I’m not sure most of what he ever did was by the book. So, for all I know this Trial today is a regular thing… but still it’s a very unusual occurrence for all of us… and I thought I was being brought here as some kind of witness, didn’t realize that I was being considered a complainant, or a defendant.
Gabe
we are definitely eventually getting out of this world It’s your chance to take the stand and tell the world what a piece of shit I am Sam , join in the others are enjoying it
Sam
I consider my answer a moment, and then direct my words to the Angel officiating this thing. I can’t imagine the amount of pressure that Gabe is under on an hour by hour, day by day basis… He’s God, THE God, for over 7.8 Billion people. No way I can even process what that must be like.
I think just being the Dad to 39 children and counting, is an incredibly horrible thing that he’s got going on. So, for the most part, he keeps it together pretty damn well.
Gabe
blinking
Sam
Having everyone’s eyes on me, makes me feel a little uncomfortable. Clearing my throat, I take a deep breath and nod my head towards Gabe. I know that you're all expecting ME to say more than that... I’ve known Gabe a lot longer than everyone else here… well, at least longer than those of us who aren’t Angel’s anyway.
Only he wasn’t a God when I first met him, we didn’t even know he was an Archangel back then. Dean and I thought he was a Trickster and while he was trying to teach me a lesson… I had to experience my brother’s death over a hundred times, and I couldn’t do anything to stop it.
Leo
nodding and taking it in
Sam
I look down at my hands for a moment, take a deep breath, and tell myself to keep it together. I would have to say that I’ve seen him make snap judgements, based in my opinion more on how he feels in the moment, rather than how he might feel if given a chance to think about things or look at all the facts of a situation. I’ve seen him often kill people, or banish them to the Empty, or turn people into animals or objects at a moment’s notice, usually these things are done under the umbrella of trying to teach a lesson, at least that’s the reason I’ve heard being given.
I’d like to think that someone with that kind of incredible power… gave people a little more consideration before unleashing it on them. But… having said what I just said… I look over directly at Gabe. I forgave him a long time ago for the things that were done to me and my brother. I paused a moment to make sure he heard me. He’s made up for them many times over, by saving us and those we love… Looking up and straight into the Leo Angel’s eyes. Changing from his life as a Trickster, to being God Above All, has to be quite the learning curve. I smile back at Gabe. I think I’d still rather take my chances with THIS God that I know, rather than anyone you Angels might decide to put on the Throne in his place.
Gabe
unable to help myself I grin at Sam
Leo
clearing my throat Does the defendant have anything to say??
Donna
nods!!!!
Gabe
taking a moment, I look at Sam  after your testimony I almost hate to do this but so much has been made of this I have to ask a few questions
Sam
I knew that you would.
Gabe
Sam after screwing with your brother what did you and your brother attempt to do, in fact what did you THINK you had accomplished doing to me?
Sam
At our very first encounter, we thought we'd killed you. After the year of Dean dying over and over, and then almost another year without my Brother at all... I begged you to bring him back. Not sure why you did, except that you told me it had stopped being fun months ago. I said we wouldn't come after you... we never did
Gabe
And yet with all that happens between u , I’ve been there for you and your brother repeatedly, in fact wouldn’t it be fair to say that the only time I’ve turned down helping you was after I’d been kidnapped by Asmodeus and he’d fed on my grace repeatedly? And even then, I still changed my mind and killed him when he was a threat to you, Dean and Castiel correct?
Sam
Absolutely fair. I give a sad smile and shake my head I’m not the one on trial here Gabe and I thought these Angels were here about your behaviors as God. If you want to talk about things I’ve done or my reasons for doing them, fine. I’m happy to have that conversation between us.
Gabe
No I’m leading to a point here since so many people have brought up at this trial your death. I’m making a point. Since I’ve taken the throne have I EVER turned down your request for my help?
Sam
Never, not any time that I can think of right off anyway... But I’m not disputing the punishment you handed out for what you believed was an attack on your family. I knew going in what was going to happen to me. I hold my head up, and try to nod once. And I’d do it again… Well, to quote… YOU  “I was in a no win situation that had to look convincing to Abel and Lucifer - the Dark Beings, and in the end it saved not only all your children’s lives, but the entire teams lives” Pretty sure you’ve done the same in that kind of situation… least that’s the exact justification you gave to Henry yesterday.
Gabe
It’s a fair justification and you’re right, but with that said what made you believe you couldn’t come to me for help? Did you not think I would protect you in every way with all that I am from both able and Lucifer?
Sam
In all honesty, I wasn't really sure you'd believe me about Lucifer. When you told us that he wasn't really dead dead, you were pretty much his champion and were clearly in his corner. I felt like too much of a risk with all of your family at stake. I couldn't put that on them
Gabe
taking a moment no matter what Dean did you were always in his corner Sam , he’s my brother and I love him like you do Dean , but it saddens me truly that you felt you couldn’t come to me , I’ve always helped you and you know I’ve fought Lucifer on your behalf numerous times even at what was thought to be the cost of my life correct ?
Sam
You have protected all of us from Lucifer
Gabe
And I’d do it again. That’s what family does
Sam
You're right. That's what Family does. If it had been just US, maybe talking it all out would have been the way to go… but Gabe, this threat was coming for your family. It saddens ME that you’d believe I’d do anything to hurt them, and that you couldn’t listen to what was really happening.
Gabe
So I have to put out there and ask you, it was mentioned earlier in this trial that I didn’t ask why you kidnapped our child, but wouldn’t it be fair to say that you failed in explaining your actions? Until now? Why should it be on me to ask why you kidnapped our newborn child?
Donna
nods like 8 times!!!!
Sam
It wasn't ON you, I knew what I was doing and I knew what would happen and I don't hold you responsible for any of it. I would have liked a better outcome, still would. But it is what it is... What does any of this have to do with these Angels wanting you gone?
Gabe
To answer your question Sam , I only bring it up because so many members of the team have brought it up here at the trial and I’m trying to make them see through your testimony why it was done. The biggest grievance that’s been up repeatedly is my actions against you, I’m clarifying it. I have no more questions
Gabe
Thank you Mr. Winchester
Sam
I nod and look over at the Angel That it for me?
Leo
You may take your seat.
Sam
Thank you I leave the witness area and go back to sit next to Ruby
Leo
Have we any further witnesses?
Rachiel
None that I would call. Atheed?
Gabe
I have one
Atheed
how about Gabe
Gabe
Your honor? I’ll be brief but I have a witness I’d like to call Charlie
Rachiel
I have no objection to that
Gabe
I’d like to call Donna to the stand
Donna
I sit up straight with a start! And look back to my eldest 3 babies who also perk up, I don’t know…. I look back to you and stand! okay my love!
Gabe
First and foremost you have the right to air any grievances against ME , and no one else , if you’d like to
Donna
I walk to the stand and sit shakes head baby. I love you all of you, even if you drive me crazy. All kinds of crazy.
Gabe
I love you too grinning
Donna
I don’t need to air any grievances my sweets! I smile! gawd I love you too
Gabe
I need to to be just, fair, and honest ok?
Donna
I take a deep breath, nod and wait for the question
Gabe
My first question for you is this: do you remember the promise you had me make the one promise I made you out side of our wedding vows, and can you tell the court what that promise was?
Donna
We promised no dying. Ever. Again.
Gabe
Have I kept that promise to you?
Donna
Um.
Gabe
Honesty Is the most important thing Your under oath
Donna
No.
Gabe
No what?
Donna
sighs you haven’t. And kills me every time you die! It looks down at my hands!
MISSY CASSIE and Evie NODS TOO!
Gabe
We’ve fought over this numerous times haven’t we, well, we’ve  debated it
Donna
Constantly! I … don’t know why you always have to be the one Kill me!
Gabe
Not going to happen
MISSY!!!
NOOO!!! stands
CASSIE
pulls her back down! shhhhhh
Donna
big sigh with a glare pain in the arse! soft smile!
Gabe
Now at this trial and before hand, you’ve heard me called selfish, self centered, that I only care about myself and our family meaning you, myself and the Littles is that correct?
Donna
I look up into your eyes again! Yes
Gabe
Yet is it only you that I’ve died for? Or our Littles ?
Donna
No. You’ve….sighed died for the group a lot. Drives me crazy! There’s that crazy I mentioned !!!!!
Gabe
That’s all on my end if anyone would like to cross examine or shall I take the stand?
Donna
I look around! and I stand
Crowley
I raise my hand I'd like to ask a couple questions
Donna
For me????? blinks
Gabe
Feel free sitting down
Crowley
Gabe did say anyone. I just have a couple questions. I walk forward
Donna
Wait? Are you guys questions for Gabe or for me????
Crowley
For you Miss
Donna
Oh! I sit back down! Okay
Crowley
Just for the record, could you please state your relation to Mr. Gabriel
Donna
I’m Gabriel’s Wife! Mother to his our children … Nephilim 🥰
Crowley
And, to check the record, while on the stand you said " I don’t need to air any grievances my sweets! gawd I love you too"
Donna
Yes
Crowley
Actively flirting with the person questioning you?
Donna
Yes
Leo
The witness is not on trial….
Crowley
I look to the judge But she was flirting with the person who IS on trial while being questioned by them I believe that would qualify as bias towards the person questioning her
Donna
Why would that matter
Leo
That is for me to decide Mr Mcleod. Aside from that, does this line of questioning have a point?
Donna
I’m still answering the basic questions he’s asking me.
Crowley
Bias would make you an unreliable wittness
Donna
But the questions had nothing to do with bias Truthful answers.
Crowley
Bias was enough to have Eileen’s testimony struck That is all.
Leo
The questions asked were strict yes or no and were indeed factual. There is no opinion to be swayed here. I could ask you the same question, have you seen Gabe die for the “team” or “family”?
Donna
nods
Gabe
Crowley you were asked a question by the judge
Crowley
He said he Could as me, not that he was Were you asking me that question?
Leo
Yes, Mr McLeod. I would like an answer, just to resolve the bias here…
Crowley
I do not honestly recall ever personally wittnessing Gabe die.
Leo
addressing the courtroom Can anyone else attest to whether or not Gabe dying for you, is factual or not?
Gabe
Your honor?
Leo
You may speak
Gabe
When you ask someone a question are they considered to be under oath?
Leo
Yes, they are.
Gabe
I’d like to ask a question to Crowley then as well if I may it if you’d like me to put him back on the stand, I have only two questions for him
Crowley
I glance to the judge
Leo
Granted. Ms Angel you may take a seat.
Crowley
I go to trade seats with Donna
Gabe
Crowley can you tell me again if you have ever witnessed me dying? For the team or family?
Donna
I step down
Crowley
I close my eyes and search my memories I.......I can remember instances where you HAVE died, but I only remember hearing about it after the fact. The one that comes to mind being when we were turned to stone. I know it led to your dying, but I was stone and can't be sure of your motives.
Gabe
Ok did you not say and I quote: In fact when you contacted my wife didn’t you follow it up with: And I quote: Not only did you witness my dead body but you speculated both how I died and why ?
Crowley
Yes, I witnessed your dead body not the act of you dying. And as you said, speculation. As I said, I can't be SURE of your motives.
Gabe
No more questions your honor I turn and wink at Donna  again, win win darlin
Donna
I smile big beaming at you!
 To be continued
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7. One by one Rachiel and Atheed call witnesses to the stand (everyone from the team takes their turn this is a free run but be respectful to each other and do not start distracting in the court room of bts) with Gabe getting a chance to ask questions in cross examination. Ruby, Alex, Charlie, Patience, Crowley, Sam, Gabe
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danses-with-dogmeat · 3 years ago
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romanced hancock reacting to pregnant sole? (obviously not his baby, but a donor's haha)
Hancock x Pregnant! F!Sole Headcannons:
Oh look! I've been enabled yet again! No, but this is great though, I love thinking about happy companions starting a family with Sole ❤
Also, if y'all want any headcannons or anything for companions as parents please hmu, cuz my brain just naturally seems to consider that after doing these pregnancy prompts anyway 😅
Anyway, thanks for the ask, I hope you enjoy!
The ghoul always wondered whether or not his tear ducts would still work after his whole ordeal, and the news that the love of his life was ready and willing to start a family with him would certainly seek to find out. As soon as she gave the word that the donorship had worked, Hancock would be grinning wide and tearfully, with upturned brows and a trembling lip. Unable to speak at first, he would pull an equally tearful Sole into the tightest hug he could muster, their bodies flush, his arms enveloping his love as his roughened cheek pressed insistently against her smooth one. “You just made me the happiest ghoul in the whole damn world, you know that, sunshine?” He’d say just before touching his lips to her cheek in a long, drawn out, tender kiss. (The action may or may not escalate into a long trail of kisses spanning across Sole's entire face as mirthful giggles escape her lips.)
Who would've thought that this was in the cards for him? Certainly not Hancock. He thought he was lucky enough just to be in the presence of someone like Sole, but for her to return the feelings he had for her? To enthusiastically agree to being in a relationship with him? To want to start a family together? Hancock was sure he was dead, or riding the wildest high of his life, for how could this be reality for someone like him? A junkie, a bachelor, a coward, a ghoul, a flimsy torn page with "bad news" written all over it. Nah, he didn't deserve this, but damn was he overjoyed at the fact that Sole thought he did, and who was he to question her judgement?
Hancock had never thought this would be possible, the whole "baby" thing… even though he knew about donors and such, he always thought it would be too painful for Sole to consider having a family again. And with him? Of all the folks in the Commonwealth and beyond, she wanted the infamous ghoulified mayor of Goodneighbor to be a father? To her kid? He was fucking ecstatic. He didn’t quite understand why she wanted to raise a baby with him, why she thought he’d be any good at it, if she thought that. He knew he wouldn’t be the perfect fit for this kinda lifestyle; that he knew for certain, but the fact that she wanted him to try… that shit made his whole body tingle with warm gratitude from the inside out.
He would try to be calm, collected, and altogether nonchalant about the whole process in order to keep Sole relaxed. From finding the donor, to the fertilization, to the pregnancy, and all the way through to Sole going into labor, he would try to be as calm and cool as a November night. And on the outside, he'd do a damn good job, but inside? Nah, inside, this ghoul's worried sick. If anything went wrong with his sunshine, he wouldn't know what to do, he's not sure he could take a blow like that.
So, he’d try not to think too much about what could go wrong, since he knew that would only make it harder for him to be there for Sole in the way that she needed, but occasionally he’d just have those kinda days. A bad trip, a fitful night fraught with horrific dreams, a bout of horrifying overthinking as Sole uttered a pained sound from one little thing or another, or a stint of morning sickness that seemed to last just a bit too long for his liking. All of these would have the poor mayor on edge. Normally, when he was stressed, Hancock would try to chill out with some jet, or calmex, but he really was trying to give up the junkie life to the best of his irradiated abilities. It was a vicious cycle of anxiety every once in a while, but Sole was always there to help him through it. To remind him that this wasn’t her first experience with having a baby, to tell him that he was doing a wonderful job, despite his anxieties, and to remind him that they were the Sole Survivor and the Mayor of fucking Goodneighbor, and that they could face damn near anything when they were together.
Those were only the bad days though. On the good days, oh, hon... Hancock was simply blissful. Sole really is in for a treat, as she is absolutely 100% pampered and loved on, coddled and looked after for 9 months straight, and then some (minus the couple of bad days, where she has to be the one doing the coddling, but really, how could she mind?). As soon as the pair finds out that Sole really is going to have this baby, Hancock is already offering her anything she may need in order to stay safe and comfortable for the next 9 months.
Hancock’s chill personality really shines when it comes to any mood swings Sole may have, and a lifetime of chem and alcohol use has rendered the ghoul particularly skilled at cooking foods that are comforting and easy to make/eat that come in handy after bouts of morning sickness. Who knew that all of his hangover experience would come in handy like this?
While Hancock loves nothing more than going on adventures in the Commonwealth alongside his beloved, he wouldn’t say it in so many words, but would be more reluctant than usual to leave Goodneighbor or Sole’s house. When, before, he would have leapt up at the prospect of hunting down some goons and making the world a better place through some good ole fashioned violence, Hancock couldn’t think of anything worse than having Sole get injured, or potentially losing the one he loves more than anything in the world, and the possibility of a future family with her if some shit went wrong. So, while he absolutely knows she is capable and an complete beast in combat, and he recognizes that Sole can’t stay cooped up indoors for the whole 9 months, (and let’s face it, he certainly doesn’t want to either, but he’s not about to leave his love behind so he can get outta the house once in a while) he definitely steers the pair away from the areas he knows to be more sketchy than others.
Hancock just loves showing Sole off. He did this before the pregnancy as well, but man, now if anyone comes up to the pair when she starts showing, you know Hancock is already beaming as he tells the inquiring stranger just how far along she is, whether it’s a boy or a girl (if they know), or even what they think the baby’s gender is if they don’t want to know/can’t find out, how often the baby has been kicking, and he may even ask for opinions on baby names from certain kind folks who come up to chat with the parents-to-be. It’s also quite likely that he uses these passer-byes as an indirect way to further compliment Sole, saying things to them like, “Doesn’t she look gorgeous?,” “Just look at how she glows,” or “It’s just incredible how you/these ladies do this, isn’t it? Damn it if she's not the strongest person I know,” just to showcase his admiration for her. Does it sometimes result in strange looks from the strangers? Of course. Does Hancock care, or even seem to notice? Not remotely. He's too busy gawking at the love of his life and her blushing, embarrassed glory.
The mayor tends not to be rude about it unless the person ignores him, but if he notices someone smoking nearby, he will ask them to put out whatever it is, or to simply move if he and Sole were there first. In addition to that, he will make quite the lifestyle change for himself, voluntarily giving up chems to the best of his abilities so long as withdrawals don't prevent him from caring for Sole, and when he does partake, Hancock won’t do it around her, he’ll move outside or to another room. He would also offer to give up alcohol, since he knows that she won’t be able to drink with him anyway, and leave it up to her if she wants him to go cold turkey like her. Even if she doesn’t mind, he still won’t drink in excess around her during her pregnancy. It's kind of a respect thing for him, and there ain't no one he respects more than the future mother of his child.
(little bit of NSFW content here) When it comes to sex, Hancock is even more generous than usual in the bedroom (if you can believe it's possible). His every movement acts as a tribute to his appreciation for the woman he loves more than life itself. He’d be sure to be gentle, but in all honesty, Hancock wouldn’t change anything too much (no need to fix what ain't broken, ya know?). He has always paid particular attention to Sole beneath the sheets, since he’s quite experimental, and comfortable with most kinks and things himself, so he tends to let her choose positions, location, duration, and pacing, and would definitely keep it this way during the pregnancy. You think this man used to really get into body worship before, this is just a whole nuther level. As Sole puts on weight later into her pregnancy, he takes full advantage of her swelling plushness, running his hands over her body, taking the time to squeeze and palm every bit of her growing softness, constantly complimenting every bit of her as his starving eyes eat up every inch of her beauty. Especially if Sole is self-conscious about any of the changes in her body, Hancock will be sure to constantly remind her that she’s the most captivating and gorgeous person he’s ever met. No stretch mark appears on her body without being lovingly kissed, no soreness will develop without the offer of a nice, long massage (this perhaps is just another excuse to get his hands on her), no tenderness will go unnoticed and will be accounted for when his hands are roaming her body. In general, he’s as loving and doting as ever, but he's also on high alert for any signs of pain or discomfort coming from his other half.
He’d be SO excited every time the baby kicked. For some reason, the babe seems to wait until he’s around to do it, and he’s thrilled. Sole is a little weirded out by it, but she honestly takes it as a good sign. But oh man, Hancock's hands will be all up in that shit, not wanting to miss a thing as Sole smiles at him like this isn't the fourth time this has happened in one evening (does he use this as yet another excuse to touch Sole? Hmm, who knows [the answer is yes]). Sometimes he forgets to be sympathetic when Sole can't sleep due to the fluttering in her belly, but his roughened hands smoothing rhythmically over her stomach throughout the night might just help her catch a few Zzs after all.
He’s admittedly quite nervous as she approaches labor, becoming ever more protective as her belly swells to its largest point, ensuring she avoids any kinda gun fight, crazy high heights or unneeded stress, and he would be adamant about Sole sitting out any outings, missions, or other activities in the dangers of the Commonwealth. But man, would he make an environment she didn’t want to leave. Pillows, snacks, dim lighting, good conversation, music, soft touches, compliments galore, and a man who is at her constant beck and call, willing and happy to do anything and everything she might need or want? Yeah, here’s to say, Sole didn’t really want to leave anyway.
By the end of the pregnancy, Hancock has a strange mix of apprehension and denial going on. He’s used to Sole being pregnant now, he knows how to deal with everything, how to take care of her, what makes her uncomfortable and how to fix it. But a kid? An infant? He doesn’t know how babies work, doesn’t know how to tell what they want from him. He’s excited beyond belief at the thought of being a father, but he just doesn’t know how to do it. He tries to think back to his own dad, and the way that he was brought up as a kid, (though, he's not sure that's a great frame of reference given the way he turned out) and definitely goes off of Sole’s judgement, but he can’t shake the feeling that he was never meant for this. To settle down and have a family. He isn’t his dad, he’s Hancock. He’s not a “family man,” not a picturesque pre-war looking man with a normal job and a cookie-cutter backstory; he’s a self-made ghoul, a junkie, a deadbeat whose earned his position of power by bathing in the blood of tyrants who died by his own hand, and shooting his veins up with every kinda poison the wastes have to offer. How do you explain that to a kid? That he made himself the way he is, cuz he couldn’t stand the man he’d grown up to be? What the hell kinda example is that? He wouldn't doubt for a second that his baby would be the center of his world from the moment he sees it, but if anything, that only ups the anxiety that he'll do something to mess the kid up. Hancock would be nervous as shit, but if Sole had confidence in him, well… he trusts her judgement more than he does his own, so if she thinks he’s "daddy" material, he ain’t gonna argue with that. All he can do is hope she’s right, follow her lead, take it one day at a time, and hope that him trying his absolute hardest will be enough.
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natewriteslol · 2 years ago
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The Wonders of Magic Pt.2
Warnings: fem reader, language?
Characters in this chapter: Riddle, Azul, Leech Twins
A/N: So ig Nate is making a comeback >:)
Summary: Trying to find the location of one of the energy emblems of your wand leads you right back to those rich kids...
The tour had went a lot more smoothly than you thought it would. You showed them around campus and came right back at 9 as requested so that Ms. Flint didn't chew your head off.
It was awkward at some points but, you managed to get through it. However, the calculating eyes of the white haired guy with glasses was unshakable. No matter how much you talked without looking back trying to distract yourself, you could feel the eyes of almost every single boy piercing your back with judgement, but his especially. 
When you would check on them, looking back every so often, you could see that he felt disappointed that you didn't show the him the entirety of the campus, especially the forest. Almost looking like he was about to throw a temper tantrum with the angry blush that rose up to his cheeks.
If you could recall him muttering under his breath, "That's not nearly enough time" once Ms. Flint gave out the orders to be back by 9.
But once you finished the tour they all went home. You partied and ate your heart out, you deserved it after all. When the night was over you went to your dorm you faceplanted on your pillow in your lower portion of the bunk bed. Saying goodnight to Miete and Silva and immediately falling asleep.
It was Saturday morning, Miete was ecstatic wanting you to tell her every detail of the night with them, once you got to the cafeteria you gave a thorough storytime. Until she stopped you. 
"And so I asked what their names were and-"
"You didn't know their names?!" Miete whisper yelled.
"No... so I asked," you said, you confused on what the big deal was.
"Y/N, how did you not know who they are? They're some of the most richest boys in the country!"
. . .
Well, how were you supposed to know that? You weren't exactly in the loop, especially the who's the richest and who isn't.
"O-oh my gosh this is hilarious" Silva cackled, clutching the oak lunch table with a ghastly pale hand. Miete brushed off Silva’s laughter continuing her worrying "W-What did they say?!"
"They were a little shocked but they were okay. The one who looked the most upset was ummm...Vil Schoenheit was his name?"
Miete looked like she was about to faint, her brown eyes going wide. Silva was having an excellent time reacting to your confusion, just laughing away.
"Being around you is never boring, Y/N, I'll tell you that. But, Vil Schoenheit is one of the most famous actors in the world. His ad for one of the movies he was in was on the TV last week," Silva explained, finally back to her usually relaxed mood.
"No wonder he looked familiar..."you said, finally connecting the dots.
Miette sighed, she loved you dearly but sometimes your ignorance about certain things was just too much to handle.
"It's okay, the tour is already over and I won't ever see their pretty boy faces again!" You joked, making a smile spread across the girl’s cheeks.
However, you spoke far too soon...
~~~
It was just your luck that you managed to have your wand not work in the middle of Charms class. You had no idea what happened, with it suddenly malfunctioning. But nothing seemed to repair it, with sparks flying in and out of the tip of the wand but none of the spells were casting.
Once you finished your classes, you took it to the repair shop by yourself, as they would know would know what to do.
Walking to the shopping center in town, you spotted the wand shop that had been there longer than you had been alive, an old and weathered yet cozy shop. A sign nailed above with faded red letters reading “Ronnie’s Magical Emporium”.
Getting inside you talked to the old man inside, a man with a plump belly, overgrown eyebrows and grey hair took it into his gloved hands.
"Sorry kid, this wand is missing pieces," the old man said, examining the wood with his weathered hands. 
What?! How is this possible, the wand was working completely fine only two days ago?”
"There must be something I can do, please! I need this wand for school," you  pleaded, your charms exam training was in two days which was absolutely unmissable, and you were low on money, there was no way you could by a replacement then and there.
The shop owner sighed, taking off his magnifying eye glass tool.
"Well, there is one thing you can do. Your wand is missing the Magna Pars, also known as the Great Piece of your wand. This often happens with antique wands and the Magna Pars escapes the binds of old wood," he explained "Since it's only been a couple of days it hasn't fully disappeared and you can find it’s location.”
"How do you do that?" you asked, finally a sliver of hope for your unlucky streak.
"The 'Inventor' part of the wand can be able to track where the Magna Pars went," the shopkeeper finishes.
With a flick of the wrist, white heavy sparks flew, it conjured up a map of the entire country. Seeing a bright golden light on the map, the old man zoomed in on it.
"Ah, it's located on the NRC campus," he said.
The named sounded familiar, but then again the academy wasn't too far from Calypso.
"Just go and ask em', I'm sure they'd understand and let you in," he said with a kind smile.
"Thank you so much for your help!"
With your situation solved, you decided to grab your things and make a field trip to Night Raven College in the morning. 
~~~
You left a note for your roommates, them still sleeping soundly in their bunk beds and set off in foot, taking a bus to the campus.
Walking through the forest that acted as a natural barrier between both campuses, above the even the tallest of trees you could see the multiple black spires of what looks like a castle. Once you finally got to the end of the forest, you saw the campus in all of its glory. It was absolutely huge, far more significant than Calypso. The campus was beautiful, yet it felt NRC slightly cold to say the least. But you blamed your acuity on your nerves, and decided to head inside as there was no gate to the school after all. 
The grand black door was left unlocked, sneaking through. Wanting to be as quiet as possible, and to your luck there was no one lurking the halls of school except the occasional security guard.
You pulled out the map again to remember where you had to go exactly. And just your luck, the Magna Pars was in one of the top towers of the school...great.
Turning a corner you looked on both sides, staying on the tips of your toes for your shoes not to squeak.
You had only made it once you saw him, a quip of red hair bouncing up and down as he went up the stairs.
 It was the red head from a couple of days ago, carrying a thick stack of papers along with a stern look on his face.  
That's why the name rang a bell, while they were there only for business, they just so happened to all attend Night Raven College.
'A little strange that they call it a college when almost all of them are too young to be attending a college. You're better off calling it an academy-'
Caught in your thoughts in an attempt to boost your mood, you neglected your steps. Your shoes let out a harsh squeak against the dark marble of the floor, catching the attention of the red haired boy from a hall over.
You scurried quickly to hide, Riddle not yet seeing you. But he could've sworn he heard footsteps! If there was a student evading class, he had to stop them.
So, he listened in extra closely on your footsteps, trying to find your location, yet the echo of the large halls made it incredibly difficult.
It took a long while until Riddle realized that this was childish, what would people think if they saw him like this? Especially his mother. Besides security would catch them anyways, but we all know that one can't depend on them to enforce the rules.
He'll drop off the papers, and then come back to get the rulebreaker.
~~~
To your advantage the short, fiery boy had left you alone. Making it easier for you to get across the halls. But you had a sneaking feeling that he would come back to find you.
'Be quiet as a mouse- wait... mouse! Just turn into a mouse!'
While your wand was out of commission to do many regular things, it could cast very simple spells such as rolling a pencil to yourself, or turning you into something small, like a mouse. However the wand most definitely had limits, so you couldn’t over use it.
 Conjuring up the spell, you felt everything shrink and there you were, a brown mouse. Scampering through, you had a lot of energy to compensate for the lack of ground you were covering. Yet you heard the familiar click of heeled shoes.
Red haired guy.
And to your dismay, he saw you as a rat running on the floor.
“So you were the noise that I heard, you little vermin. Once I catch you it will be off with your head!"
You let out a scream, surprising you with his angry voice echoing off the walls. He was shocked at the sound of such a human-like scream, you certaintly weren't a regular mouse.
Your speed was quicker than his, and you made it to the outside, getting Riddle off your tail.
~~~
Riddle was out of breath, his hands on his knees. How idiotic of him! Spending time playing a game of cat and mouse with someone skipping class, only to then literally a game of cat and mouse.
He had to get the rest of these papers to Professor Crewel, he was only halfway done with his paper work for the dormitories after all. And regardless of the possible vermin that might be running around the school, your dorm comes first. 
Yet he had a suspicion that this wasn't the end of the antics running around this school.
The mouse seemed too sentient... it got scared by his presence and the look in its eyes was too human.
The spout of light that he saw...
Being a part of the student body means that you have to enforce rules and the safety of your peers no matter what. 
And what better enforcement then Azul Ashengrotto.
~~~
You already were in the second half of the campus, the tower was actually in sight! You clambered up the stairs, seeing the golden glimmer of the Magna Pars.
Just
One
More
Ste-
"I'm going to need you to stop right there, little witch~" a voice said, coming out from the shadows of the opposite side of the building. You look to see two six foot tall men, accompanying the red head, the glint of menace in their eyes was enough to send goosebumps down one’s. 
"Wait please this is all a big understanding, I just need that thing over there!" You explained, pointing above at the sparkling piece near the statue. "It's a part of my wand-!"
"You break into our school, waste my time chasing you around school and now you want to steal one of the treasured artifacts from NRC?" Riddle scoffed "You witches are worse than I thought."
"I swear, I would never steal the statue but just check behind it!" You said, becoming more anxious as the cerulean hair inched away from Riddle and Azul and closer to you. 
"Jade, Floyd... seize her."
But just as they took a step toward you, the tower ground began to rumble.
It was happening, the Magna Pars was close to rupturing. The ground began to shake and glow a golden light, the tower was far too elderly to withstand the shaking.
While they were distracted, you performed the spell you know best and turned yourself into a mouse. Scampering through the small bridge that connected to the top of the tower. 
Gripping the Magna Pars in your teeth, you transformed back, placing the golden crystal in your wand. The old roots welcoming honey colored gem inside as if it were alive. 
“Magnerius!” you yelled, mending the entire bridge back together, except your piece of the bridge. 
The boys watched as you fell towards the ground in shock, everything happening was so quick. You were falling from an grand height of four stories, letting out a whistle, before yelling "Nisi terram!"
They looked down, only to not see...anything? You were no where to be found on the ground below. Only for them to hear a hey from the opposite side of the group of boys. Gripping onto the base of the broom in the middle of the air.
You looked Riddle right in the eye, "Not all witches are evil like you think. I hope you have a change of heart someday, and you can see that magic isn’t that bad."
Before they could blink you were already way ahead of them, unable to catch you, yelling being extremely useless as from where you were at it would just sound like gibberish to them. You were in a hurry after all, knowing that Miette and Silva would wonder where you were after three of being gone.
However, it was only when you were back at your dorm that you realized your good luck charm was gone. It was a phone charm of a magic wand that was given to you by your mother.
But you decided to let it go, you couldn't return to that school unless you wanted to be burned at the stake by the students. Maybe you could just ask her for a new one, it would still have the same significance in your heart of her wishing that you do your best in magic school no matter what anyone says.
~~~
'Not all witches are bad, I hope you have a change of heart.'
Riddle's heart panged with guilt, but why? Witches aren’t necessarily societally important. Maybe he wished he wouldn't let his anger get the best of him?
He typically remained neutral on the subject of witches, not caring about whether the tradition of magic died or lived on. But even then, Riddle knew it was rude to let that prejudice comment leave his mouth, regretting it. His pride was incredibly bruised as he stood on the stone bridge after you had saved him.
He apologized to the twins and Azul for wasting their time, and they all swore not to speak of this event to anyone. The twins left Azul on the bridge, the white haired boy saying that he would catch up with them later.
What a wonderful scene Azul just witnessed, how could anyone think that magic is a useless tool. When it's the most perfectly package opportunity. And that little witch could be the perfect gateway for his plan.
A gleam of light drew his attention to a little plastic charm. It was a pink sparkly wand, like something out of those magical girl cartoons Idia seemed to like.
You just couldn't seem to stay away and out of trouble.
How unfortunate for you! But oh so wonderful for him...
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