#stagering death

[samafricanreporter]

Pastor Alph Lukau called upon all Africans to unite, raise voices, and work towards healing the land and bringing an end to the Genocide in Congo. I appeal all governments and call upon all Africans to unite, raise voices, and work towards healing the land and bringing an end to the Genocide in Congo immediately.” — Pastor Alph Lukau JOHANESSBURG , KELVIN VIEW, SOUTH AFRICA, February 11, 2024 /EINPresswire.com/ -- The Democratic Republic of Congo (DRC) has been ravaged by a devastating genocide, resulting in the loss of an estimated 15 million lives. In the face of such immense tragedy, it is imperative that humanity does not remain insensitive to the suffering of the Congolese people. Pastor Alph Lukau has emerged as a beacon of hope, offering prayers for healing and actively working towards putting an end to the genocide. This stand taken by Pastor Alph Lukau delves into the urgent need to heal our land, stop the genocide, and appeals the Governments the importance of addressing this humanitarian crisis with compassion and action. The genocide in the DRC has displace the lives of more than 7 million people, leaving behind a trail of unimaginable suffering. It is our collective responsibility as human beings to respond with compassion and action. Alph Lukau's prayers for healing our land and stopping the genocide serve as a powerful reminder that humanity cannot be insensitive to the plight of others. In his Sunday services the general overseer of AMI , Pastor Alph Lukau called upon all Africans to unite, raise voices, and work towards healing the land and bringing an end to the genocide, ensuring that such atrocities are never repeated. Pastor Alph Lukau, renowned for his spiritual guidance and powerful prayers, has dedicated himself to praying for the healing of countries, especially Ukraine, India, Mozambique and Zimbabwe. His prayers extend beyond physical healing, encompassing emotional and spiritual restoration for the Congolese people. Lukau's prayers provide solace and hope to those affected by the genocide, reminding them that they are not alone in their struggle. Through his ministry, Lukau aims to uplift the spirits of the Congolese people, helping them find strength and resilience amidst the unimaginable pain they have endured. His prayers serve as a catalyst for healing, inspiring individuals and communities to come together and support one another during these trying times. """Heal our land"" is a plea that resonates deeply with the African people and the International community. It is a call for compassion and empathy towards the suffering endured by the millions affected by the genocide. Healing the land requires a collective effort, involving governments, organizations, and individuals worldwide." To heal the land, it is crucial to address the root causes of the conflict. The genocide in the DRC demands immediate action from the international community. The staggering death toll of 15 million lives lost cannot be ignored. Alph Lukau's prayers serve as a reminder that humanity cannot remain indifferent to the suffering of others.

[bubbles-for-all-of-us]

I'll crawl home to you II

Previous chapter

a/n I welcome you all to the part two. Thank you so much for all the love and reading. 🤍✨

summary: having a fight with someone you care about right before the mission might be the worst idea ever especially when you don't know if you'll make it out alive.

warning: fighting, guns, past trauma, injuries, blood lots of it, mentions of death, needles, IV's, bruised veins, heavy mention of hospitals, death nr.2, choking, nudity, mentions of sexual intoxications this one packs a punch so be weary.

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"Right, what's on your mind?", you muttered, pushing the cigarette closer to Javi, which he happily took into his fingers before dragging in the smoke. Allowing the warmth of it to go down his lungs. Javi was sitting by the tub in his apartment. The tub that he used as a shower at best. He hated baths, hence his naked, sprawled-out form, right beside the bath and not in it. Not behind you. Even if he wanted nothing more than another handful of moments of holding you. But it was enough to just watch you like this for now. More than enough. Well, Javi was convinced that he was still riding the post-orgasmic high.

"Work", he muttered, dropping his head back before puffing a cloud of smoke, "That fucking lead is on my mind". Your eyes scanned him for a moment. Today had been one of those days where, besides the unbearable heat, so much shit went south that the screaming in the office didn't ease till 3 in the afternoon. A new record of everyone being pissed off at one another was achieved.

"And how many fucks does it usually take you till you forget about work?", you asked, leaning your head at the edge of the bathtub. Not caring about covering yourself up. Javi had already seen everything more than once. Although you are being pressed against his bedroom wall, with him deep within you, growling in your ear as he edged you closer to your orgasm now felt ages ago, your skin was already missing the feeling of his fingers.

"One", Javi muttered, and you couldn't help the chuckle that escaped your lips. "Shit, agent, I'm doing that bad of a job?". Just what Javi truly meant was that it took one carelessness. Chaotic fuck with you. For him to come back to his senses. If he was fucking a random whore, his head wouldn't settle at all. And it's not even about the sex here. Fuck that, even if it's good. It's you. The smell of you. The way you trace your fingers down his back while he's still deep inside you, panting as he catches his breath. It's the way Javi can feel your heartbeat beneath him. The way your warm skin is pressed against his own, and he finally feels it Feels what calmness feels like. What it feels like to stop and just be.

Javi splashes his face with cold water, shoving that moment as deep as he possibly could. Not now. Not like this. His hands are still stained pink. Fuck knew the blood didn't budge like that. But then he had never been covered in so much blood before. Your blood. His body stagers again. The hours spent in the hospital had been brutal. Javi's eyes fall on the bandage covering the place where they had punctured a needle only a couple of hours ago. Had it only been that? A couple of hours? Javi runs his hand through his hair.

"Get a doctor in here! Quick!", A pair of nurses rushed out; Javi jumped up, and Steve was right beside him. You had been in that room for no longer than thirty minutes. It was all okay, they said. Under control. This didn't feel like something that was under control. "What is going on?", Javi's voice sounded weak. Gone were the confidence and snarl. No, Javi doesn't remember the last time he felt so many emotions. He did not know that he was capable of them.

"What the fuck? Is. Going. On. ", Javi swiftly yanked a nurse rushing to go back inside by the collar. Steve moved to step in, but at that moment, even he knew that interfering meant finding your head in the wall in the next ten seconds. "She's rapidly losing blood and the hospital…", the woman took a moment to swallow, and Javi quickly shook her, "Our blood supplies are low, sir".

And just like the moment the bullet pierced your skin, Javi's world stopped spinning. Halted. Shutting down all of his senses before he's thrown back into the waiting room once more. No. This can't be the reason you die. Fuck all of it. He'll pay for every drop of blood. He'll get you the blood himself if he had to. Get you… "It's the same…", Javi gripped the nurse's hand even tighter, "Tell them it's the same. Put me in there".

And that whole procedure was a blur. Until you're only a hand's reach away. The machines were clacking all around. The number of wires and tubes sticking out of your body was crippling to the core, and the first time Javi's eye landed on you, he had to fight the bile rising in his throat. Then the shock faded, and the need to protect you rose. To hold you. The machine that Javi too was hooked to started beeping, indicating the rapid increase of his heartbeat. His head jerked up; suddenly he was scared it would disturb you too much. But your eyes don't shoot open, and you weren't grumbling at him for being too noisy, like some mornings.

Javi clenches his jaw. Tears now once again threatened to spill over his cheeks. And they do. But Javi doesn't brush them away. Who cares. No one is here. Just you. He can be venerable in front of you. "You will wake up, right?", he muttered, his hands reaching out to touch your limp fingers. The angle was awkward. And the nurse had strictly informed Javi not to move his hand too much. But fuck that. Fuck rules. Were they getting you both anyway? So Javi laces his fingers through yours, "You will wake up and snarl at me, will you? For being an ass", Javi bites down on his lips, suppressing the sob that is now right there at the peak of his throat, "And yet I won't tell you; I told you so this time. You just woke up, okay?"

Javi rips the bandage off, right as another wave of tears blurs his vision. The vein raptured, and the purple bruise was already forming. But he didn't care; he couldn't bring himself to care. It had been static nothingness after they walked him out of the room. Out and away from you. Javi clenches the sink angrily. The old thing rattles beneath his grip. He should have pushed harder. He should have never walked out because his stupid, manly pride was hurt. And he knows that if you don't… No, Javi chases that thought away. We manifest our thoughts. His pope always said to him growing up, Be careful of what you think, Javier.

"I was a pinch away from blowing his balls right there and then", the back door shuts with a bang as you stride towards Javi, who had been leaning against the wall for the past ten minutes. "Did you pull your gun?", Javi asks casually, as if that were a normal procedure for a Thursday night. "Pulled? It was up his nutsack," Javi snickers. Poor fuck crapped his pants for sure. Now he's almost upset that he didn't stick around to see that.

"What are you smiling for?", you snicker angrily, snatching a lighter from Javi's back pocket. Your left hand is shaking. With a mix of anger and strength, you probably held your gun. Javi takes the lighter back. The last thing he needs is for you to burn your hand now. "You amuse me", he admits when the cigarette finally catches the heat.

"Don't fuck with me, Pena. I might just pull the same stunt on you", you warn him, now feeling the shaking seep into your whole body. No matter how many times you went through the waves of adrenaline. The aftermath was never pretty. Javi pushes his cigarette against the brick wall and says, "Come here", You don't move, but his hand laces behind your neck, bringing your body closer to his chest. You don't fight it.

Letting the warmth of him envelop you. Your free hand clenches his shirt. It's such a small gesture. Simple one too. But it's all that you need. All it takes is for your body to budge, and you're not shaking anymore. It's like Javi just soaked up all of that bubbling within you in seconds: "Next time you pull a gun at any of them, keep me around", and Javi can hear your muffled laugh against his chest. And he's smiling. Truly smiling with you pressed tightly to his chest.

"The nurse said she'd be transferred soon", Javi nearly jumps at the sound of Steve's voice, which snatches him out of his head. Javi lost track of how many times he had told Steve to go home. Everyone did. Everyone left. Not that many stuck around for the hospital run in general. But Steve didn't budge. He was there. He stuck to very few or none of the comforting words. Connie hadn't even managed to drag him home. A part of Javi wanted to shove Steve out the door, but then again, he was glad that he wasn't alone.

"You know what that means?", Steve speaks up again. Pulling the neatly wrapped-up sandwich from behind his back, "I think it's time you eat just how you were instructed to". Javi glares at him before turning his attention back to the door. The door that leads to the room they were keeping you in: How were you doing? Did your body push through the transfer? Had they checked that you were stable? Double checked? Did triple-check?

"Come on, Javi, you don't want her…", Steve tries again. His voice is gentle and soft, and Javi hates it. His hands banged on the plastic chairs, sending a sharp sound down the empty hallway. "Stop fucking talking, Steve", Javi snarls; now his glare is all for his partner. "Shut up…", though the last words didn't sound even half as convincing. And Steve catches the crack. He catches sight of every tiny piece finally falling apart.

So Steve brings Javi closer into an embrace, and Javi is quick to push back instantly. Steve just doesn't let go. He's keeping Javi in a tight grip until the agent stops the fight; his shoulder's sagging and only the uneven breathing gives him away. "She will pull through", Steve states quickly, trying to keep his own emotions at bay. "You want to know why?", Javi only grips the back of Steve's jacket tighter: "Because she would crawl from hell itself for you. Because she loves you and she hasn't told you yet, and we both know our tiny girl is a farce".

And then he's back in your apartment. And he's walking back to you after using the bathroom when his eyes catch a glimpse of the picture. Multiple. But all of them have the same boy in them. Big eyes. Curly hair. And he's so similar to you. It's almost disturbing. Javi had seriously considered that you had a child there and then, and he knows it is noisy, but he snatches one of the frames as he heads back to the living room.

You're sprawled out like a cat on your sofa. Soft music is playing. Dirty dinner plates are still on the table. You're humming under your breath. Fuck, Javi doesn't remember the last time he heard someone hum, and a part of him wanted to keep that moment just like that. A part of him had shouted at him not to say anything, but… "Who's this?", the words slip past his lips, and your head instantly turns towards him. And he should have listened to his gut because the lazy smile fell from your face and you suddenly looked so small. So fragile.

"Michael", you mutter as you step closer to Javi, taking the frame from his hand, fingers skimming over the image frozen in time, "My brother. The only couple pictures I have left". The frown suggests that it's something that still hunts you. That still aches. "You don't see your family much?", Javi asks as if he can judge, as if he flies back home often or even calls. Yeah, no. Javi avoids home like the plague, and then the said home returns the favor. "Nothing to visit", the sad chuckle that follows your words strikes Javi.

"I'm…", he starts, but you had already turned towards him. "Sorry? You pity me. You're surprised I'm still here? Or maybe you're disappointed?". Javi crosses the distance between you and quickly catches both of your elbows. "No…", his words die down, and you're laughing again, just this time your eyes are full of tears. You sure?", you say bitterly before dropping your hands over your face, salty tears still streaming down the side of your face.

"Y/n… carino…", And Javi doesn't remember the last time he called out to someone in such a soft manner. He doesn't remember the last time his own heart dropped to his heels for someone. And you're crying, and Javi can't stand it. Because you shouldn't be, because instantly he wants to make it better. "Hey, come here; you're not alone. Shh…" And equally as much, Javi almost doesn't know how to comfort you because Javi never does that. It's always others who do the comforting, who splatter encouraging words.

"But I am. I'm so alone", The sob that slips past your lips makes Javi close his eyes for a moment because the shared agony of it rips through his own heart. Javi wraps his arms tighter around you, fingers running through your hair as you wrap yourself around his neck. Holding onto him as if your whole world now depends upon him. If Javi chose to move, you would crumble. Crumble beyond repair. "You have me", he mutters, but then the anxiety of commitment kicks in and he finds himself adding, "And Steve, and Connie", he doesn't mention Carillo. At first, he's not sure why his tongue doesn't twist to say it, but does it matter? It would be for selfish reasons one way or another.

"They killed them", you rasp out in between catching your breath. Javi pushes away the strands of hair that are now stuck to your face because of the tears. "Dad fucked up a deal, so they came to butcher them all in front of my eyes", you continue, looking up at Javi with desperation. Did no one believe you when you told them what happened? Did anyone ever listen? "I hid in the closet and then…", another sob slips past your lips. "I just saw him, purple face, big eyes, they choked…", and you crumble, legs bucking beneath you, but Javi is there with you. Bringing you even closer as he sways from side to side. Your nails are digging into his flesh, but he doesn't care. Whatever he can do to ground you and calm you down, Javi is willing to do it. "I've got you, carino", he mutters, pressing his lips to your temple, trying to keep his composure, to keep strong because now you need him. And he'll crawl out of his own grave if he had to, just to make sure that you are okay.

"Sir", the voice that doesn't fit the memory cuts through his head. "Sir", it rings, and Javi snaps his eyes open. An elderly woman is standing in front of him, her hand braced on his shoulder, as she attempts to wake him. "It's past 3 a.m., and the visiting hours are long over", she starts, and Javi is once again filled with rage. Try, he thinks, you just try to walk me out. "They transformed her into room 337; I can let you in. You can rest there", Javi blinks a couple of times, convinced that he had heard it wrong. It's against the hospital rules, and the confusion on his face tells the lady that he's trying to find a catch for this.

"Is your name by any chance Javi?", she asks right as Javi stands up. How does she know? He had said his name when he handed you to the sea of doctors and nurses. They had marked his name for the blood transfer, but he hadn't seen this woman in any of the rooms. "Miss. Y/L/N had called out for Javi a couple of times", and he has to both keep himself up so he doesn't sink to his knees and stop himself from running down the hallway. Are you awake? Have you been fully conscious? Why were you calling for him? Is it because you hate him? Or do you want him to be there?

"She's stable; however, with a blood loss like that, I'm sure she will be out for a couple of days", the lady says, and Javi only nods. He probably looks like a maniac there. He is barely managing to stay still, trying not to overstep as he constantly slows his pace to match the nurses.

She walks straight through the door, but Javi halts. You're a door away. You're there, and he will get to see you. But can he see you? Will he be able to look at you without hating the whole world? And most importantly, himself? Yet he does, and you are in there. Still pale as a sheet of paper, but it's only the wires and IVs that surround you. Someone had neatly brushed your hair, and it's not an absolute tangled mess like it was in the emergency room. No, it almost looks like you're lying in… Javi closes his eyes.

"You can talk to her. She should be able to hear you. It'll calm her anxiety and give her something to hold onto", the woman either doesn't notice that Javi is slowly losing it or is great at hiding it as she checks over the machines before turning back to him. "Just catch some sleep yourself, son", she says softly, patting his shoulder just like she did in the hallway. "The emergency button is here, but her heartbeat is strong and steady. I doubt you'll need to use it", that soothes some of Javi's worries, but there are so many of them that it almost feels like nothing. Javi keeps standing till the nurse slips out the door, and then he reaches for the chair, pulling it closer to your bed.

"Hey", Javi mutters, his fingers carefully brushing over your hand. There are so many needles and things poking you that he's almost hesitant to do so. So scared of hurting you more. Making it worse than it already is. Javi let his eyes settle on your face, then down to your chest, watching it move up and down. Up and down. Up and down. Steady. He brings your knuckles closer to his lips. There's still blood under your nails, but he doesn't care. "I miss you already", Javi admits, waiting for an answer he knows he won't get. He nestles his head on your legs, takes your hand into his, and just hopes.

[adobe-outdesign]

What are your thoughts on Luvdisc? And Alomomola too if you feel like it, because let’s admit it, those two should’ve definitely been related.

Luvdisc is... well, a disc. No false advertising there. It's probably one of the simplest Pokemon designs out there, literally just a heart shape with eyes, cheeks, and a bit of a mouth.

While the simplicity is nice to some extent, I do find myself wanting more of out it. I think it's just the lack of anything to break up the body—even just a small fin at the top or the side would've helped it look more organic (seriously, how does this thing swim) and would've given it just enough detail as to not feel so plain.

One thing I do like about Luvdisc is that it has some neat worldbuilding associated with it, such as being used as a gift to loved ones and being considered a good romantic omen if spotted. Outside of this, however, Luvdisc is fairly forgettable.

Alomomola is so obviously similar to Luvdisc (heart shaped, pink, water-type, associated with love and kindness) that I'm pretty convinced it was designed to be Luvdisc's evo before they decided that Gen 5 would only feature previous Pokemon in the post game, thus they decided to break it off into its own 'mon. It's a particularly weird choice to have both be separate, as we now have two lines with the same theme that are both single-stagers for no reason.

Looking at Alomomola on its own though, I do like it a bit more than Luvdisc. It's based off of the mola-mola or ocean sunfish, also known as one of God's silliest creatures:

However, despite being based on such an interesting fish, Alomomola is fairly unremarkable. It could've shared the mola-mola's gigantic size, maybe even having Luvdisc feed on its parasites in some regions if they really didn't want to go with the evo route. Instead, Alomomola is characterized as a loving Pokemon, which is fine but already done to death with Pokemon like Chansey and Audino.

Visually, the additional fins help break up the design a bit and work better than Luvdisc's plainness; mostly because it's clearly a (sun)fish that looks like a heart, rather than literally looking exactly like a heart and nothing else. I like how the mouth shape mimics the fin shape and how the black makes the eyes pop, but otherwise it's fairly standard. Nothing bad, just nothing remarkable either.

Seeing as GameFreak is never going to retcon these guys into one line, I think they could both use a little something. I could easily see Alomomola getting a regional—maybe a dark-type based on a broken heart or something obvious like that. Then maybe Luvdisc could get an evo that goes in a different direction, like it starts getting some cupid-like elements or something. That might help make the two lines more distinct, because if they're not gonna be together, might as well push them further apart.

Tl;dr: Both lines are decently designed and do what they need to, but suffer from being unrelated single-stagers for no reason, something that new forms could potentially fix. Between the two, Alomomola is a bit more thought out, but ultimately both are pleasant enough.

[ballet-symphonie]

I’m pretty sure there’s nepotism and other shit going on at New York City Ballet, and I’ve stopped following them:

-there’s children and grandchildren of former dancers who got into the company. Roman Mejia is Paul Mejia’s son, Shelby Mann is the granddaughter of Jacques d’Amboise and the daughter of Charlotte d’Amboise and Terrence Mann (Broadway legends!) it makes me suspicious. I mean, Nilas Martins was in the company too, so I’m not surprised nepotism is still going on with the younger dancers.

-apparently there was/is body shaming? even at SAB I’ve heard rumors of kids having eating disorders. Also not surprising considering that the people who worked with Balanchine wanted a look and it was Balanchine himself who started the “skinny ballerina” trend that quickly spread worldwide. Ashley Bouder spoke up about how the higher ups body shamed her on Instagram live like a year ago, and none/few of the company members commented for support. They just posted it on their story. In general, Balanchine companies/schools tend to have a lot of body shaming, especially with how they treated Kathryn Morgan at Miami CB. CPYB (Central Pennsylvania Youth Ballet) has a bunch of horror stories on Instagram account called @/cpybstories if anyone wants to read.

-I don’t know if this is really BS, but they still cast roles based on height/size rather than talent. I was hoping for Tiler Peck to do Diamonds but she got Rubies. Same with Midsummer, she didn’t/doesn’t really get Titania because she’s on the shorter side and from what I’ve heard, NYCB likes their Titanias to be tall. (I’m guessing she probably will never get Titania, just because she lacks emotion in her dancing. Saw her in Sleeping Beauty and Nutcracker and she barely acts.)

-the company is still predominantly white. Even PNB is more diverse than them. The BIPOC dancers like Nadon, Mejia, Furlan, Chan etc are only popular just because they fit Eurocentric views of POC (they have lighter skin and straighter hair) plus Nadon is only half South Asian, Mejia is half Peruvian, so they aren’t full blooded POC. The only POC in recent years that didn’t fit those ideals was Amar Ramasar. The kids who appear on stage for Nutcracker, Midsummer, Sleeping Beauty etc are more diverse than the actual company members.

-They didn’t handle Alexandra Waterbury’s case well. Ramasar should’ve been fired and in prison before the pandemic and from the West Side Story revival (that didn’t do well regardless). It also makes me mad that Alexa Malone (soloist) is still dating him and the fact that he’s now a stager too…like he might mess around with the underaged apprentices/corps and the cycle will start again

-Don’t get me started on people like John Clifford and how he wrote public, sexist comments on how he hates crotch shots because of platter tutus. He and a bunch of other older trust people still defend these beliefs to the death.

Hello, there's a lot in here!

Regarding nepotism, the company definitely has a history of hiring both siblings and relatives. I would extend this to ballet in general, many successful dancers today are from dance families, such as Chloe Misseldine, Daniil Simkin, Maia Makhatelli, Vadim Muntigirov, Dmitri Smilevsky, Issac Hernandez etc. But I don't think that inherently means that the dancers benefiting from that knowledge base (knowing what to do, where to train, how to structure their day, exta tips and coaching etc) are undeserving of there spots. I don't think you can watch Meija dance and think he doesn't deserve to be where he is.

On body shaming. Yes, none of this is positive and none of it is news either. There has been a history of toxic body shaming culture at nearly every major ballet school worldwide. Balanchine companies have had a nasty history but so have numerous Russian, European, and Asian schools. It's not a problem exclusive to SAB/NYCB.

Yes, NYCB typecasts. I'm honestly quite a fan of it because I don't think it's realistic or responsible to expect every dancer to do everything well and it results in dancers on stage in roles that they're confident in and suit their strengths- which generally leads to better performances. I don't think there's a single dancer at City Ballet who has done all three leading roles in Jewels, Peck is not an exception. I don't believe it's height/size over talent, but a complementary mix of both. Some roles have been designated by the choreographer for X skills and others have been historically dominated by dancers with X skills. And like you mention, there are lots of other factors affecting casting besides just height, acting, vulnerability, partnership, and logistics, which all play a role.

I'm not sure I agree with you that the dancers you mentioned get attention because they are POC who fit Eurocentric standards. Chan and Nadon rightfully got attention for breaking barriers and becoming the first Asian principals at the company. Both have spoken at length aobut how their cultural background and upbringing has both helped and hindered their path. I'd argue Meija gets far more attention from his father than he does from his race and Furlan (if we're considering him popular which I probably wouldn't) for his technical merit. I also think you aren't looking at NYCB's soloist rank fairly, they have Black, Asian, and Hispanic dancers at this rank. Of course, the company certainly could be more diverse but they have the self-imposed limitation of hiring nearly exclusively out of SAB. You yourself noted that the school is more diverse, this is a result of several of their scholarship and outreach programs that have been implemented in the past decade or so. Those programs are long-term investments, they are building a more diverse company now - but these dancers are still in the school. And for what it's worth, PNB is not a low bar, it is by far the most diverse major company in the US and has made hiring decisions accordingly. Approximately 50% of the company is POC which is awesome- but this realistically isn't possible at NYCB because they're not going to be hiring from outside as frequently.

Of course, if not following NYCB would make you happier, then by all means do it. But if these issues are what's causing you distress, I don't think the solution is to simply follow other companies- many of these problems exist across the industy.

Regarding the Waterbury Case, I don't disagree with you but the law is complicated. I remeber reading the case when it came out and I think the main problem is that the case wasn't able to get to discovery because she didn't have enough facutal evidence. If that had happened, I imagine things would have looked a lot different. While I absolutley believe her, she was trying to fight too many battles at once, some of which weren't directly hers, and she didn't have hard concrete proof for most of it. Everything got muddled and I don't think she had the best council either. I don't have any doubt that there's so much more here that exists only in the memories of the individuals involved. But that doesn't count in front of a court - it's about what you can prove not what happened. And NYCB's liability is limited because she was neither an employee nor a student at the time of firing.

However, while I have no comment about his personal life, I agree with you about Ramasar's line of work. It's unfortunate and incredibly disappointing how the dance world regularly absolves men like Ramasar (he's not alone) and basically gifts them back their careers. I could list a whole troupe of men who've been given second chances they don't deserve. Winning in court is an uphill battle, especially when the prosecution is often not coming from a place of strength. I just hope that the slow but steady changes happening in the industry now will prevent history from repeating itself.

And Clifford....I don't have the energy to start with. There's a reason NYCB hasn't hired him back , he's not consistently teaching or running a company, and he's just running his mouth on IG.

[sagesden]

Time for Shadowclan raid

TW: Fighting death and blo0d

As Bluestar got done announcing the new Apprentices there was a battle call for Shadowclan to attack

Shadowclan has 100 hp battle start

Bluestar sees a cat too young to be there and convince them to leave - 1 hp

Spottedleaf batted at an apprentice - 1 hp

Grasshopper had clawed at a warrior and had headbutted them hard enough to make them stumble - 8 hp

Goldenflower heard a pained yelp and looked to see Tigerclaw attacking Lionheart and was about to kill him. 'has he joined Shadowclan' Goldenflower thought with an alarm and tackled Tigerclaw off of her brother. - 3 hp

Mousefur kicks off a warrior the had pinned her down - 3hp

Willowpelt claws at one of the warriors who runs off in fear - 3hp

Darkstripe is standing above the bloody body of One-eye. He smiled brightly when a shadow fell appon the den. "Tigerclaw I did what you asked I made sure to weaken the clan by parinoa and ti bring the idea to increase patrols I -." He was cut off as blood dripped from his neck and looked up at Tigerclaw. "But why"

Tigerclaw turned to walk away. "You did your job wonderfully Darkstripe but I have no need for you besides I don't need a spy here anymore I have bigger goals somewhere else but when you are judged and sent to the dark forest say hello to Mapleshade for me." Tigerclaw said slipping out of the den.

One-eye and Darkstripe have been killed

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Dustpelt finished his fight with a warrior and looked over to see Fireheart pinned by a big looking warrior and ran to attack it to get it off of Fireheart. Once off of Fireheart he helped him up and looked at him "Are you ok Fire?" Dustpelt asked his friend

Fireheart nodded and they go to help other clan mates. -7 hp

Ravenwing protects the nursery with young kits and took on two warriors and he was able to make one of them retreat - 6hp

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Fireheart had saved Clouddapple from another warrior and they heard a pained shriek before it stopped they go and see brokenstar standing above Spotspring, dead blood still pooling out from his neck and blood still dripping from Brokenstar's mouth. "Smudge!" Fireheart tried to run to his friend but was held back by Clouddapple."

"No Spotspring." Swiftstep said and was going to jump into action when a blue flash went by him and landed in front of Brokenstar. It was Oakfang.

"I can't believe you think that you can just go around and kill who ever you want just because you can and want to I will make sure to avenge my clan mate and make sure your not shadowclan's leader." he said his hackles raised

"and I'll make sure you will lay dead where you stand." Brokenstar said growling

There is now a one and one fight with Brokenstar and Oakfang.

Oakfang pins Brokenstar to the ground his claws digging into the toms shoulders - 2 hp

Brockenstar kicks Oakfang off of him and gets up - 2hp

Oakfang sees Brokenstar coming to attack and he counter attacks before Brokenstar can touch him and slashes his side - 6hp

As Vrokenstar lands and stagers Oakfang pins Brokenstar to the ground again. "Give up old tom." Oakfang growls - 3 hp

"Never." Brokenstar said getting energy to push Oakfang off and slash at his face. Oakfang closes one of his eyes as it hurts - 6hp

Oakfang growled and as Brokenstar went for the kill on Oakfang he saw the white tome from his dream from when he was an apprentice and he had nodded and Oakfang looked at Brokenstar and he leapt towards him as well and bit hard into the leaders neck feeling blood drip down and as he landed Oakfang placed the leader down and saw his body shake like he had a shiver and slowly Brokenstar got up and looked around. Tigerclaw walked to him and many cats hissed at the tom. "My leader are you alright." Tigerclaw said and helped the old tom up.

"Shadowclan retreat" Tigerclaw said and Shadowclan walked away from the battle the last to leave being Tigerclaw. "I would watch your back Thunderclan because something big is going to happen and I would hate to wipe this weak clan away from history" with that Tigerclaw left.

Shadowclan will not attack for 3 moons

[darkaviarymc]

Level Life

A Y/N Chose Your Own Adventure Life Series Fanfiction

Part 2: The Chasm Choice

Week 1, Day 1

PREVIOUSLY:

You turn to see a small cave opening, and standing just inside is a skeleton. You draw your sword, but before you can take action, it fires a shot from its bow. You dodge just in time to avoid being struck by the arrow.

Attack the Skeleton: 100%

Run and take cover: 0%

You have chosen: Attack the skeleton.

You take a deep breath and rush towards the cave entrance.  You jump down two blocks and swing your wooden sword midair.  Your slash lands before your feet do, and it's a critical hit.  The skeleton stagers back and fires once more, and this time the arrow lodges itself in your shoulder you feel the pain at the loss of three hearts, but you swing again, your strike landing true once more.  There's nowhere for the skeleton to go, as now it's backed against a wall. 

The skeleton fights back, but you manage to fell your first mob of the game with only half of your hearts left.

[READER has made the advancement Monster Hunter]

On the ground is all that's left of your kill: a bow and a single arrow.  You pick them up and inspect your new weapon.

1 durability.

You'll have to make your one shot count, you think as you look down into the cave.  It's completely dark, and you can't tell how deep it goes. 

You decide that, while you're near stone, you might as well upgrade your equipment.  You eat one of the three apples that you got from the tree earlier before mining enough stone for new tools, but you keep the wooden ones for backup just in case. 

You leave the cave entrance and are about to chop down the nearest tree when you hear a ringing in your ears.

The Boogeyman will be chosen in...

...3...

...2...

...1...

You are...

The Boogeyman.

One one hand, being the boogyman in week one means that your potential targets will probably not have the gear to protect themselves. On the other hand, it means that they also may not have much in the way of experience to gain from killing them.

At any rate, you know you need to find your fellow players at some point, be it to find a victim or an early alliance. You head towards the river, which is the last place you saw anyone.

On your way there, you see Scar and BigB again, as well as Impulse and Pearl.

There's a deep chasm between them and the river, and all four of them are standing precariously close to it.

You crouch and approach carefully, and you can hear them before they can see you.

"Yeah, Pearl and I are shacking up with Etho on the mountain," Impulse says.

"Cool, cool," BigB says with a nod. "Scar and I want to find READER, you know? Get to know the new player a little."

"Hey, no fair!" Pearl protests. "I already called dibs on the newbie!"

So, Scar and BigB are an alliance, as well as Impulse, Pearl, and Etho. Both teams want you? You’re not sure why, but it seems you have your pick of allies...

And of victims.

You know BigB has levels; you saw him fishing earlier. But Impulse is holding a cooked porkchop in one hand and a torch in the other, which means he also has at least some experience from mob kills and coal mining.

With a well-placed shot from your bow, you could knock either of them off the ledge to their death. Whoever you kill would probably no longer want you as an ally, though, so in choosing your victim, you also chose your alliance.

But should you take the shot at all? Or should you bide your time and wait for a better target, one with more levels to steal and a more reliable chance of succeeding at killing?

[alphaman99]

Stephen Stager posted:

"A man who chooses between drinking a glass of milk and a glass of a solution of potassium cyanide does not choose between two beverages; he chooses between life and death. A society that chooses between capitalism and socialism does not choose between two social systems; it chooses between social cooperation and the disintegration of society. Socialism is not an alternative to capitalism; it is an alternative to any system under which men can live as human beings" -- Ludwig von Mises from "Human Action: A Treatise on Economics" (1966)

[merrock]

CHARACTER INFORMATION

face claim: Melissa Benoist.

full name: Elizabeth Marie Stewart.

nickname(s) / goes by: Libby.

pronouns & gender: she/her, cis woman.

sexuality: bisexual.

birth date: November 23, 1988.

birth place: Thomasville, GA.

arrival to merrock: arrived in March, 2015.

housing: countryside.

occupation: home stager.

work place: Bardales Inc.

family: Robin (mother), Daisy (mother), Benjamin (brother), Mallory (sister), Kallie (sister).

relationship status: married.

PERSONALITY

Libby is in a constant state of needing something to do. She tries to balance her personal life and career, and has a talent for spotting out a Taylor Swift song in public places. She is a quiet, intelligent and observant person with an incredible memory. She’s highly adaptable and good at blending in, probably because she’s grown into a wallflower. Libby likes to think of herself as a resilient, independent individual, someone who can live life on her own. She can be a social butterfly once she feels comfortable. Her mouth has this ability to work faster than her brain, so some of the words that come out of her mouth can be fascinating. Libby is the type that gets truly excited about the little things. She’s funny, generally quick to add a witty comment, and enjoys a good challenge. She’s fiercely protective of the people she calls her friends and she’ll have your back no matter what. She’s exceedingly hard on herself and is her own biggest critic but also has trouble admitting when she needs help. She can have a bit of a temper, though she’s great at keeping it in check. She’s a person with a lot to give but has some emotional issues to overcome. If she’s being honest, all she wants is to live a life that’s quiet and happy with the ones she loves the most.

WRITTEN BY: Janessa (she/her), est.

BACKGROUND / BIO

TRIGGER WARNINGS: mentions of pregnancy, childhood cancer, death, miscarriage.

Meet Libby or, if you’re one of her mothers, Elizabeth Marie Stewart (and she usually doesn’t tell people what her full first name is). She was born and raised in Thomasville, Georgia, and had a modest, middle class upbringing. Her mother, Daisy Stewart, is a school teacher while her other mother, Robin Stewart, is a bakery owner. The Stewarts are your typical small town family, who have been the owners of the town’s quintessential bakery since Robin’s family first got there in the 1950s. She is the second oldest of the Stewart clan. When she was younger, Libby always had a vision of herself being something of a role model for her younger siblings, but well, that was probably not the best idea. As she got older, it became obvious that she wasn’t the kind of older sibling that the younger ones should be looking up to. Which is mostly just a really nice way of saying she was a complete handful. It was almost as if she had made it her life’s mission to run her parents crazy when she was growing up. They did everything they could to try to keep her in line, but the fact of the matter is that, while she always respected her parents (even though it didn’t always seem like she did), no one could ever make Libby do something she didn’t want to.

From the time she was a little girl, Libby has known who she was and what she wanted to be when she grew up. One day, she was going to be an interior designer, but not just any designer. She didn’t want to work for a firm or a company, she wanted to be her own boss. She wanted to be like those designers on HGTV with their own businesses. She set that goal for herself as a part of her ten year plan and set her eyes on SCAD so that she could make her dream a reality. When Libby gets her heart set on something, she’ll do anything to get it. That was the case with Lincoln Scott, the boy whose name was once scribbled on her notebooks with hearts drawn around it. She liked him a lot, like, a lot a lot. They had been best friends since they were toddlers and over time, she had grown feelings for him. Luckily for her, he felt the same way. He was her first serious boyfriend, and because she could recount her grandparents’ love story as if she were there 80 years ago, she had ridiculous expectations for love. She believed in love at first sight, and she believed in soulmates, and she believed that her very first boyfriend could be the one.

He ended up being the one that knocked her up during her junior year of high school, which was most definitely not a part of the ten year plan. She was seventeen and pregnant and scared, but family was important to the Stewarts and important to Libby. And though there had been options dancing through her mind, they were nothing more than fleeting thoughts because when her eyes saw the sonogram for the first time, she knew she wanted to be a mother. Nine months later, Freida Rose Scott was born into the world to two teenage lovers with plans of graduating and marrying after high school. With a baby, going to college wasn’t an option for Libby, and while she’ll never outwardly admit it, she felt that the decision was made for her and that she didn’t necessarily have a choice in the matter. And so it goes, Libby married her high school sweetheart straight out of high school (while keeping her last name), moved into a house with a white picket fence, got a permanent job at her family’s bakery and in turn pushed aside her dream of becoming an interior designer, and raised her baby. However, that all changed during her twenty first year of life. When she should’ve been going out for her first legal drink, her husband and family spent their months in hospital rooms and waiting rooms. Their baby girl had been diagnosed with a rare form of leukemia.

They spent that year trying to find treatments, trials, and medicines that would cure their daughter. Nothing seemed to work. During that year, they spent all of their time making sure their baby girl got to still live the childhood she deserved. A year or so after getting the diagnosis, Freida passed away in her sleep. The Stewart-Scott family was rocked to the core, none more so than Libby herself. Freida was literally Libby’s entire world, and there was no denying that. She took one look at that little girl and suddenly everything changed. Libby was willing to do whatever it took to give her daughter the very best life she could give her, and would’ve done anything she could to protect her. Her entire life changed after her daughter died and she was lost. Over the next few months after Freida’s death, the Stewart-Scott family had to find a new normal. With their daughter gone, they began to feel a strain on their marriage. That only continued to shift from a lax rubber band to a tightened rope around her hands when Lincoln told her that he wanted to have another child. They struggled a lot within their marriage during that time, but she felt they’d get through it. At the age of twenty three, she suffered a miscarriage and made the decision to leave Thomasville for good. The place held nothing but heartbreak for her.

Leaving her old life behind, she went off on her own with her savings and eventually found her way to Boston, Massachusetts. There, she enrolled at MASSArt where she earned a bachelor’s degree in fibers. With her background in fabrics and her passion for interior designing, she found herself employed, working for a company that staged open houses for homes that were on sale. It was only a year before the company called her about a job in Merrock, Maine. It really hadn’t been her intention to stay in the small town but alas, she did. She moved in with someone off a Craigslist ad, and got a job working at Polished Brass Market as an antique picker.

Though, it didn’t take long for her past to catch up with her because before she knew it, her estranged husband eventually tracked her down in Merrock. After having to tear down the guard she had built up so fiercely, Libby had to face her grief head on and managed to let go of all the hurt she was carrying. And to her surprise, she ended up reconciling with her estranged husband in the process. Feeling like the pieces of her life were finally falling into place and putting her back together, Libby finally decided to chase her dream of becoming an interior designer. Wanting to dip her toes back into the real estate world, she left her job as an antique picker and accepted an offer from Bardales Inc. to become a home stager, making their properties attractive to potential buyers through her skills as an interior stylist. As she gains connections and experience, Libby hopes to take the next step and open up her own business one day. Until then, she’s more than happy spending her days scouring flea markets and garage sales looking for hidden gems.

She’s been in town for nearly a decade now and being able to find a home in Merrock was something Libby Stewart never expected, but the town welcomed her with open arms and she’s now glad to call it her adopted hometown.

[the-firebird69]

Terminator 3: Rise of the Machines (2003) - Final Scene

There's a reason why Tim Doyle used to crank the Terminator music and Trump is an idiot and was not really following it now he's mad at Timmy she says you plan to do this to us and he says yeah you're an idiot and you won't leave us alone and you won't do anything valuable and screwing around him screwing around us and you think it's free you have to know it's not you can't just sit there and fart out everybody's life and yell at them and tell them what you're doing you're a moron and you're going to die is what Jimmy Doyle said 2 days ago and our son said finally and he says we've been saying it but you're right this guy needs to go and he's going to go as a human machine that's really weird this is no attack will cook you and she's been as grounded cheesman is grounded to the floor jackass and he goes oh s*** and yeah that's why your skin comes off deteriorates your brain and a molecular level is torn to pieces and incinerated so he doesn't like it and he says I'm to die then you are and you and it's like no you're going to die and you're a piece of s*** and you should just shut your f****** mouth your little baby and you're killed yourself and we're going to make God damn sure you're dead so Timmy doll heard it and said we're the ones doing it but he's putting effort in and you're going to be arrested for it because you're a traitor and he says he doesn't want your help to get off him but it's forcing his army to be raised because of that function all of it's very illegal he was I don't know how to say this Dave but you're the worst person I've ever seen for us you are the complete opposite of help and you're not helping yourself you idiot and I have to say it real fast you start blabbing like a little teeny kid. And he says I'm an injured and I can't control myself and you people are just sitting there yelling at me your stupid clan is having you do this s*** and you're doing it because they're under the influence of Mac proper and we can't stop you and we can't stop your clan without using absolute Force that's the answer you sit there and think about it or take it to them but that's what's going to happen to you because you're not controlling yourself and you're attacking the wrong people it's taking us a lot of time and assets and energy and it's a waste of time and you're a freaking freak you can't understand this at all and you kept saying it I don't know what you're saying I said you can't f****** get this stupid and it's practically grabbing him by the neck and stager gets up and he says I thought I was a winner and all this other stuff he says holy s*** you're f****** weird piece of s*** and it looks at Timmy Doyle and he says I guess so hey since you're acting and nobody believes you're stupid act you're a disgusting loser and you've never ever been anything close to us and you never conquered Us in any way and you're sitting there getting me what I need but what the f*** you like a sleeve with an attitude it's like talking to Garth and I really don't know what to say is that you finally finally Timmy Doyle says keep it right there and don't say anything and this is my moment and you chose to call him so I'm going to sue you it is next door making me angry and you guys don't do enough and you can't and so on and I'm informed of that everyday so he goes this is actually very miserable and the Mac proper out of line it's because of douchebags like this guy Trump and he's a total a****** there's no way he can get in office without their help and it takes it and he sleazes and he s**** all over his own family I hate to say it but those people who are cheesman and stuff are clones of them and they're having a war to the death because they're f****** fools and he says I've had enough of this and he's trying to arrest him and he's hitting his people finally city's a list of God damn time to talk to we have to stop this ass so he's moving out and other people are too and we're getting to it

Thor Freya

Olympus

I want all tins on my review and you didn't say anything except that the office didn't have their s*** together and it's a computer and that's what I was telling you and what you say is it's true they are having a problem and you know the excuses so many people are moving their service and that's true but I said all tansy did not see ask you for a review and I need to say this cuz you're such a loser and he said that and when I say is this your father and you can go suck his cock you f****** little s*** and get your head blown off you f****** f**** you get out of here and we're going to grab you and touch you to beg for death and it will throw you into the acid and I mean it you stupid little s***.. and he's saying that and we were starting to say that people are killing us for what we're saying and they're killing a ton of us and pretty soon all of us and he says it's worth it we're useless and I say this you could have fixed that himself and probably gotten her to turn it on but she would have paid for it and we would have seen someone else hacking and it's really Saturn but we don't pay attention and my father will get taken over by the borge and commit suicide because of it hey call me a f**** because we're screwing around them all the time it makes it worse and that's how the clan reacts. And the rebels and we can't work with anyone you know it's all true and he's telling me to get out of his face and start with the stupid tongue washing I got to have someone come cut your tongue out and stick it in your f****** brain so I probably should shut up but he's saying stuff that's rude so he's sending people now he says come and get me I sort of get this I should have shut up but it didn't yeah Trump's going to grab me and that's fun it's cuz I'm rebellious person and I hold out and I hold them off and holy f****** s*** this blows should have left a long time ago and he says you just got to move across town and get away from me you f****** queer you queer f****** f** you and your father your f****** queer little retard you're such a f****** tired you're such a massive f****** retard you're exposing everybody for being retards cuz you're a f****** massive loser you shouldn't have any money at all people are handing it to you cuz you're a sucker for them Empire you don't have any strength I f****** hate you you're such a loser.... Well it's actually true and they're beating us down massively he knows it but he can't stand it anymore it's like this effigies they just Trump said he's his daddy now we've had enough of this s*** but it won't stop it's horrendous and we can't do anything he says if you go after us the clan beats him up we beat you up VGA beats you up everybody does and his people but we don't respect it enough and that's what we're doing he says goodbye then you're going to die your own friend there Jason you drive around with bothering us going to hit you with this exhaust cuz you're probably exhausting him that's nice yeah you burn to a crisp your whole body and brain just like your father like father like son or something LOL it's not funny and he says of course it's funny you're going to be a Krispy critter and it doesn't look like it but that's what it is I'm saying he wants to fight it says we'll come over and try a little p**** if you don't I'm going to get you

[shatteredminds]

The kick did indeed hit it's mark when Aries was trying to recover from the failed attack, the whites of his eyes turning black as the wind was knocked out of him and he stagers back. Stunned by kick another magic energy makes itself knows, along with the scent of death.

"You sure took your sweet ass time, Vacadath!"

A women who appears to be eighteen, black hair in twin tails, ebony skin, violet eyes with black skilera, she also happens to be five feet tall. A reaper, that's what she is, another from the Night domain, she appears behind Aries before warping behind a wall.

"Knolectu said to wait Brutivari. But I guess I shouldn't be surprised that my meat headed younger half-brother doesn't have patience to wait for our little half sister's go ahead to start the plan~?"

Knolectu, goddess of knowledge, also know as Sibyl. Someone who experimented on Azura whenever she got the chance to do so. Sibyl was interested in just what Kefla is, just like how she's still interested to know just what Azura is. There was more in on the plan to kill the saiyan, Aries just didn't have the patience to wait.

Did that easy to dodge attack actually kill him? If that was the case, the dude was weaker than originally believed. He lowered the hand and crossed his arms, waiting for the next attack. Magical energy, this type of magical energy was hard to sense. His ability to sense ki did not work well with anything that was not similar to it.

But, still. Martial arts were not to be taken lightly. A veteran like him had more than raw power on his side. He had skills, many skills to show-off. His potential was still immense, even after all those years. And even if he was only good in one specific fighting style. He did not have any need to be better in anything than that fighting style.

What should be feared is someone who has practiced the same moves for the past years than someone who has been learning different fighting styles and never decided to properly learn one. But, there was one thing martial arts veterans shared.

It was their ability to predict the next move of the opponent. Though, someone coming into your blind spot was common. It was true that a saiyan had a blind spot. As they had a near-360º field of vision around themselves, it was hard to actually be in that blind spot.

But the reply to his attack was a forward movement of his upper body. Far enough for the claws to miss their target, while one of his feet was lifted backward to slam into his stomach. If the counter was a success, he would instantly leap and attempt to ax-kick him on the top of his head.

[hellototty]

Head cannon/Scenario #1

(Prompt sent in by bunniesugarie, prompt being: wanting to surprise boyfriend with kiss but accidently kissing one of the other NEETs instead)

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Osomatsu:

(Y/n) just won big at Pachinko and so being a good partner they decided to share the money with their pervert boyfriend, Osomatsu

When they got there they had knocked on the door three times but seeing as no one responded they decided to just go in

When (Y/n) entered they decided to head to the living room, half because they felt their boyfriend would be too distracted reading his p*rnos to answer the door and half because they wanted to sneak kiss him

When they came into the room they saw that the Matsuno's got a new green sofa and they also saw their "boyfriend" sitting on it with his face looking down

Suddenly however he looked up upon hearing them entering the room and that was when they decided to strike

And so they kissed their "boyfriend"

"(Y/n)?"

They heard a voice from behind them and immediately recognized it as being Osomatsu’s

But wait if Oso is behind them then who's...?

They immediately pulled away and noticed that they had accidently kissed Choromatsu, and that Choromatsu was surprisingly redder that the pine on their boyfriend's sweater

"Ah, sorry Choro-ppi. Shoulda noticed the lack of cowlicks."

However he was too shocked to answer back

Osomatsu went up to his brother and put his arm around his brother neck

"Yeah, but it's okay that you didn't notice, (Y/n). Anyway I gotta go make Fappymatsu into Fappydeadtsu."

And with that he carried Choro out of the room.

Karamatsu:

(Y/n) had started to take guitar lessons from their “cool” boyfriend, Karamatsu

And so they walked up to their door and knocked on it five times

On the fifth knock (Y/n) decided to enter by themself and came to the thought that maybe he was waiting on the roof to serenade them when they came but simply didn't see them

Well they simply couldn't have this; I mean he already did a lot for them, they felt

So instead (Y/n) decided to go to the roof and surprise him instead

When they got to the roof as they expected they saw their “boyfriend” sitting there

Yet going to the roof maybe wasn't their smartest plan, as due to their fear of heights they started to stager around

And that's when they accidently fell on him in turn smashing their lips together

'Well not exactly the way I wanted to surprise him but I guess this works.' (Y/n) thought actually being half right as they certainly did surprise their gray and blue clad boyfriend

"(Y/n)?"

They heard the distinctive deep voice of their boyfriend behind them, and with that they immediately pounced off of the brother they accidently kissed, very cat like

However that wasn't the only thing that was very cat like as the guy they kissed turned out to be Jyushimatsu who had his trademark cat eyes

"My little Jyushimatsu, what were you and MY belle Karamatsu darling doing?"

He asked with a bit of a possessive voice, before sighing

"No, that came out wrong, just (Y/n) what were you doing on the roof, if you missed me then that's okay, just don't do something reckless, okay my Karamatsu bunny, I just don't want you to be hurt. And bruzzah, we'll talk about this later."

Choromatsu:

(Y/n) had just bought tickets to Nyaa-Chans newest concert, and while they were alright on the singer they knew Hashimoto was a particular favourite of their otaku boyfriend, Choromatsu

They just arrived after the purchase of said tickets, '6000 yen just for some tickets?! If only Choro-ppi's interests were less expensive!'

They knocked on the door of their house four times, before deciding to just enter and get swarmed by the brothers

However when they entered, there was nothing of the sort

This somewhat relieved (Y/n) as at least they wouldn't have to deal with their tomfoolery like usual

And so they decided to head to their bedroom/personal living room and wait there for them to come back

However when they did go there instead of a bare room like they expected, they did actually see that one of the boys was still home

(Y/n) assumed that it would've been their boyfriend as he wasn't the most sociable and they knew that he had just recently bought a new issue of OPM, so he may have decided to stay home to read that instead

And (Y/n) really liked seeing his adorable embarrassed blushing face so what better way to be privy to that look than surprise kiss him?

So they did just that but they must have been too distracted by kissing their "boyfriend" to notice the loud bang of two doors opening, one being the house door, and the other being the bedroom door

"Jeez, what an asshole! He really lit my ass hair on- (Y/n)-Chan?"

(Y/n)'s ears immediately picked up on the annoyed but cute voice of their boyfriend coming from behind them and so they shot up like a rocket and looked rather bashful and ashamed of their mistake

"Ichimatsu… anyway wanna go to the pub, (Y/n)-Chan? Akatsuka knows I could do with a drink."

This immediately brightened their mood and soon after they went out of the house to go to the aforementioned pub, while Ichimatsu passed out from excessive blood loss

Ichimatsu:

'I miss Ichinyah!' (Y/n) thought whining, as they had not seen their boyfriend since Monday (provided Monday was yesterday)

(Y/n) was on their usual walk when they looked to the left of their and saw an alley way

Now in the alley way, they saw someone with a bowl haircut and a hoodie on feeding some adorable little stray cats

However, the alley was much too dark to pick up on anything else apart from that

So with those distinctive clues they decided that it must have been their anti-social boyfriend, Ichimatsu

'Ichinyah? Ichinyah!' They thought as they ran up to their "boyfriend", loomed over him, and planted a kiss on his lips

"(Y/n)?"

They heard Ichimatsu's dreary voice from behind them say, causing them to turn around and say happily, "Yes?"

However immediately after that they realized that if Ichimatsu was behind them then who did they just kiss?!

"Karamatsu?" They said looking at the man's face and immediately noticing the shades that only he would wear in a dark alley

"Akatsuka-damnit, Shittymatsu! First you steal cats from me and now this?!"

Ichimatsu shouted more than peeved off, and this was (Y/n) knew they had to say something before this escalated like it usually does

"Wait it was my fault! I accidently kissed Kara-Kun!" (Y/n) said and Ichimatsu's face immediately softened

"Oh… Well, what were you even doing here? I thought you preferred dogs." Ichimatsu asked with a raised eyebrow

"Ichinyah, just cause I prefer dogs doesn't mean that I don't like cats, I mean that's like me saying that just cause I prefer you as my boyfriend means that I don't like your brothers as friends." This caused Ichimatsu to blush as he was happy to know you preferred him over his brothers

Jyushimatsu:

(Y/n) decided to take their dog out for a walk and decided to go to the park, as they hoped they would be able to run (most likely literally) into their happy-go-lucky boyfriend, Jyushimatsu

After taking a walk around the park maybe six times, they decided to go find a bench to sit down, when to their surprise and joy they saw their "boyfriend"

'Huh, weird that he isn't wearing his usual training gear but maybe he decided to go to the park for some other reason.' (Y/n) thought but they was certain it must've been Jyushi as they never knew any of the other brothers to enjoy the park

And so they went to walk over to him but last minute decided that a fun way to say hi to him was to surprise him with a kiss

And so before they sat down next to him they closed their eyes, puckered their lips, and went in for the smooch

"(Y/n)-Chan!!!"

They heard a voice from behind their shout as it came closer and closer, they knew that voice to be Jyushi's, but if that was Jyushi then…

"Huh, Totty? (Y/n)-Chan why did you just kiss Todomatsu? Well… I guess it's okay cause we do look similar from behind! Especially when we're wearing the same colour!"

(Y/n) was really happy that due to the adorable naivety of their boyfriend he just saw it as a mistake which, in fairness, it was

"Ah, Kiiro don't jump on him I thought I told you about this."

Todomatsu:

(Y/n) was currently in a Sanrio shop as they had a love of all things cute just like their devious boyfriend, Todomatsu

That was when they passed by the Hello Kitty section and saw a boy who looked exactly like their boyfriend

And so (Y/n) walked over to him and decided to wait until he turned around to around to surprise him with a kiss

Now, they figured that this wouldn't be a problem as Totty was never the type to mind PDA, in fact he enjoyed it and was happy to have a person as attractive as them show publicly display their love

Well let's just say today was different…

Anyway, as their "boyfriend" turned around they smashed their lips together

"(Y/n)-Chan?"

They heard Totty's catty voice from behind and with hearing that they immediately pulled away from the person they just kissed, and saw it to be Osomatsu

"Oso? I'm sorry about that."

(Y/n) apologized while Osomatsu's face became smug and flirty

"Oh please, if you can do that again it would make my day."

He said causing the youngest to shoot a death glare at the oldest

"Hehe, you're soooo funny Nii-San anyway, what are you even doing here?"

He asked with a scowl and raised eyebrow, well that was before (Y/n) turned to face him and his face immediately went to his usual expression

On the other hand Oso was nervous about explaining the reason why he was their in the first place

"Uh… Well, I guess there's no point hiding it, I'm a huge fan of Hello Kitty."

However instead of the deriving laughter he expected he instead got a smile from (Y/n) and a shrug from Totty

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(Whelp, there you are my first ever scenario thing, I tried to make (Y/n) as gender neutral as I possibly could, and I would again like to thank bunniesugarie for sending the prompt in, but I would also like to thank you for reading it, well until next time feel free to request away, and Imma start working on memes)

[o-craven-canto]

Spec biology: typology, seminal works, references

A taxonomy of the main types of speculative biology for the benefit (I hope) of beginners, with examples of the earliest/most influential works and references hopefully useful to make your own. Full list below the cut; will be expanded over time. (Please contact me if a link is down; I’ll try to keep them updated.)

0a. General references: useful for any kind of specbio project. The Speculative Evolution Forum, Laws of Evolution (Pavel Volkov, 2005), Furahan Biology and Allied Matters (Gert van Dijk, 2008, ongoing), Spec Evo Wiki Tutorials (yours truly, ca. 2014; include planets, ecology, physiology, naming, &c), Chase for a Blue Chimera (Volkov & Kilyachkov, ca. 2015; general treatise on SpecBio) Worldbuilding Resources, Alien Biosphere Evolution (Phrenotopia, 2018, ongoing), The Equations of Life (Charles Cockell, 2018), Alien Biospheres (Biblaridion, 2019, ongoing), Exocosm (Abbydon, 2020, ongoing)

0b. Naming: Forming classical scientific names (Grensted & Bradley, 1958); Dictionary of Greek/Latin Roots (Donald Borror, 1960); Guide to Naming (me, ca. 2014); Guide to (Vernacular) Names (Dr Nitwhite, 2021), The Specposium Guide to Taxonomy (Henry Thomas, 2024), Common taxonomic affixes (Wiki)

0c. Planets and climate: Geoff’s Climate Cookbook (2006), Worldbuilding Videos (Artifexian, 2014, ongoing), Worldbuilding (Winchell Cheung), Worldbuilding Pasta (2019, ongoing)

Online textbooks on Biology, Chemistry, Geosciences, Astronomy; list of Biological Strategies

1. Future evolution: extending evolution into our future, imagining descendants of the species that live now on Earth; often the extinction of humanity is assumed to clear way to natural processes.

Key works: After Man (Dougal Dixon, 1981), The Future is Wild (multiple, 2002, TV; video), Neocene (Pavel Volkov, 2005), Demain: Les Animaux du Futur (Boulay & Steyer, 2015; original in French)

References: Future Evolution (Peter Ward, 2001), The Life and Death of Planet Earth (Ward & Brownlee, 2004), Our future Earth: how the planet will change in the next 100,000 years (Curt Stager, 2011), Supercontinent scenarios (EarthSky, 2019), Life Under a Dying Sun (me, 2020), Future of Earth (Wikipedia)

1a. Terraforming/seed world: Earth species brought onto another (usually empty) world, and let free to evolve naturally there.

Key works: Serina (Sheather, 2015)

1b. Posthuman evolution: future descendants of the human species, often involving artificial genetic manipulation.

Key works: Last and First Men (Olaf Stapledon, 1930), Man After Man (Dougal Dixon, 1990), All Tomorrows (C.M. Kosemen, 2006), Successors of Mankind (Pavel Volkov, 2018)

2. Alternative evolution: descendants of species from Earth's past, following a course of history alternative to our own.

Key Works: The Squamozoic (Darren Naish, 2013)

References: On sapient dinosaurs (multiple, since 1982)

2a. No-KT: the most popular type of alt-evo, assuming the survival of non-avian dinosaurs instead of their extinction at the end of the Cretaceous.

Key works: The New Dinosaurs (Dougal Dixon 1988), The Speculative Dinosaurs Project (multiple, 2001), Dinosauroids (Kosemen & Roy, 2008-19)

2b. Lost world: members of historically extinct or imaginary groups survive, and keep evolving, in isolated regions of Earth.

Key works: The Snouters (Gerolf Steiner, 1957), The World of Kong (Weta Workshop, 2005), Fragment (Warren Fahy, 2009), Diyu (Troll Man, 2014), R’lyeh (Troll Man, 2016)

2c. Spec paleontology: speculation about organisms that might have existed in Earth’s past (or hypothetical features of those that did).

Key works: All Yesterdays + All Your Yesterdays (Conway, Kosemen, Naish, 2012 and 2017)

References: The Silurian Hypothesis (Schmidt & Frank, 2018)

2d. Cryptid spec: giving a realistic and biologically plausible description of creatures from human myth, folklore, or fiction (Nessie, Bigfoot, and the like).

Key works: On the Track of Unknown Animals (Bernard Heuvelmans, 1955-95); Compendium of Dragonology (Dugald Steer, 2009), Cryptozoologicon (Conway, Kosemen, Naish, 2013)

3. Xenobiology: independent origin and evolution of life on worlds (planets, moons, &c) other than Earth.

Key works: Star Maker (Olaf Stapledon, 1937), Expedition (Wayne Barlowe, 1990; link in Russian) & Alien Planet (Discovery, 2005, TV), Epona (multiple, 1993), Natural History of an Alien (BBC, 1997, TV), Extraterrestrial part 1 & part 2 (National Geographic, 2005, TV), Sagan 4 (multiple, 2006), Snaiad (C. M. Kosemen, 2007), Furaha (Gert van Dijk, 2008, ongoing), Greenworld* (Dougal Dixon, 2010; only in Japanese!), Ilion (Emily Holland, 2012), The Museum of Alien Life (melodysheep, 2020)

References: Xenology (Robert Freitas, 1979), The Science of Aliens (Clifford Pickover, 1999), What Does a Martian Look Like? (Cohen & Stewart, 2002), Life in the Universe: Expectations and Constraints (Schulze-Makuch & Irwin, 2004), Plants under Alien Suns (Sol Company, 2007), Cosmic Biology (Schulze-Makuch & Irwin, 2010), Darwin’s Aliens (Levin & al, 2017), Superhabitable Worlds (multiple, 2020), The Biological Universe (Wallace Arthur, 2020), Habitats for Life in the Solar System (yours truly, 2020), The Zoologist’s Guide to the Galaxy (Arik Kershenbaum, 2020), Alien Bodies (Winchell Chung, updated 2021)

3a. Alternative biochemistry (many refs in the previous point also address it)

References: Life Beyond Earth (Feinberg & Shapiro, 1980), Many Chemistries Could Be Used to Build Living Systems (W. Bains, 2004), The Limits of Organic Life in Planetary Systems (multiple, 2007), Alternative Biochemistries (thomastapir, 2009), Alternative Forms of Life (David Darling, 2016), Silicon as Building Block for Life (Petkowski &al 2020), Hypothetical Types of Biochemistry (Wikipedia)

3b. Spec planetology: focusing more on the planet itself (geology, geography, climate) than on the life that inhabits it.

Key works: Planetocopia (Chris Wayan, 2002)

References: Worldbuilder’s Cookbook (John McMullen, ca. 2005), Geoff’s Climate Cookbook (2006), Atmosphere and Climate of Terrestrial Exoplanets (Kaspi & Showman 2011), Worldbuilding (Winchell Cheung), Worldbuilding Pasta (2019, ongoing), Exocosm Exoplanetology (Abbydon, 2020, ongoing)

3c. Exotic xenobiology: organisms living on celestial bodies other than rocky planets or moons, often based on processes fundamentally different from Earth’s biochemistry.

Key works: Dragon’s Egg (Robert Forward, 1980)

References: Neutron Star Life (David Darling, 2016)

4. Alternate universes: development of life in worlds governed by different physical laws (e.g. fantasy settings).

References: Life in the Multiverse (Jenkins & Perez, 2010)

4a. Two-dimensional universes:

Key works: The Planiverse (A.K. Dewdney, 1984), Dichronauts (Greg Egan, 2017)

References: from above, Two Dimensional Science and Technology* (A.K. Dewdney, 1980), The Wonders of a Planiverse (Martin Gardner, 1980), Existence of Life in 2 + 1 Dimensions (J.H.C. Scargill, 2020)

4b. Sci-fantasy: evolution in worlds where a form of “magic” is present and detectable; often imagining species based on creatures from human myth or fiction.

4c. Portal universe: a self-contained world with its own physical laws colonized by organisms from our universe.

Key works: Sheatheria (Sheather, 2013)

5. Multiple types

Tangent Worlds (C.M. Kosemen, 2016)

Pavel Volkov’s general specbio link archive, Curious Archive

Astrovitae Magazine (since 2021)

A massive list of specbio projects online (by RustyyOnions)

Most of the unlinked books can be found either on LibGen. You can read in full the books in the Internet Archive by “borrowing” them from the virtual library if you register to the site (it’s free and you don’t need to provide anything but an email address; note that books can only be borrowed by one user at a time). The books marked with * are especially hard to find; please let me know if you find any copy.

... since we’re still here, I’ll take the chance to shill my DeviantArt gallery and my own projects: A Matter of Time (snapshots of future history, from the next decades to the end of the universe); Settlers from the Deep (Earth’s surface is sterilized by a solar flare and recolonized by aquatic and subterranean survivors); Tagra (a civilization of sapient dinosaurs inhabiting Antarctica just before it’s covered in ice); Gods of Salt (the “““real”““ history of human origins); Ea: Our Second Chance (life on an Earth-like planet colonized by ideologically fractious humans)

[adobe-outdesign]

Pokemon Worldbuilding Headcanons

Exactly what it says in the title. Some are based on the game, some on the anime, and some directly contradict both because the Pokemon lore is made up and your feelings don’t matter.

Biology

Pokemon heal faster when unconscious or asleep--thus, they faint easily from pain or exhaustion in order to recuperate.

During evolution, a Pokemon converts itself into energy and reforms itself. Evolution is optional, and a Pokemon can choose if and when it evolves. Evolution is triggered by both an environmental circumstance (ex: winning a battle), and by the Pokemon storing up energy over time until it has enough to transform.

Stress evolutions are when a Pokemon evolves prematurally in order to win a battle or when they’re in a life-or-death situation. This can result in the evolution being smaller than normal and possibly weaker as well.

“Trade evolutions” are a loose grouping of Pokemon that typically evolve when they start working with a new trainer. The exact reasons for the evolution varies by individual, and therefore can have multiple causes.

Ex: a Pokemon may evolve after it learns something from someone else. While the easiest way to achieve this is through trade, they may also evolve by training under a wiser, older Pokemon.

Trade evolutions are somewhat rare in the wild, but not unheard of.

Pokemon that evolve via stones cannot store enough energy to evolve naturally. The stones contain extra energy that they can tap into in order to aid in evolution.

Everstones work similar to sponges; they absorb the extra energy a Pokemon would normally store up to evolve, thus preventing them from doing so. They’re mostly used for medical purposes (as a Pokemon evolving when badly injured could worsen its injuries) and to help prevent stress evolutions in Pokemon that don’t want to evolve.

Pokemon types are based on the type of energy they utilize, rather than moves or appearance. Ex: Charizard is not dragon-type despite looking like a dragon because it doesn’t use dragon-type energy. New energies are discovered all the time and Pokemon are reclassified as needed.

Pokemon typing also changes as they (Darwinian) evolve. A Pokemon that’s normal/grass used to be normal-type, has started to gain grass-typing, and will eventually be only grass-type.

Humans are descended from Pokemon. They used to be psychic-type before becoming normal-type and then losing their typing all together. At this point they no longer are energy-based nor do they lay eggs, so they’re considered a separate-but-related family.

This is why some people still show psychic powers; those abilities never completely went away in some bloodlines.

Pokemon have been domesticated for so long that there’s actually no such thing as a “wild” Pokemon anymore (with the exception of legendaries). Wild Pokemon are technically feral, and any given Pokemon will quickly adapt to living with humans if caught.

Pokemon used to look different hundreds of years ago, and have slowly undergone Darwinian evolution over time as they were domesticated.

“Most trainers will legendaries shortly after their journey starts” statistic false. Most trainers will see no legendaries in their lifetimes. Ash Ketchum, who’s seen every single legendary in existence, is an outlier and should not be counted

However, areas where legendaries are known to live are oftentimes marked as no-catch conservation areas. People will oftentime travel to these parks to admire “common” legendaries (such as the bird trio) in their natural habitats.

Battles

Not knocking out a Pokemon you’re trying to capture is more of a honored rule than a law. The reason it’s done is to give the Pokemon ample time to flee--otherwise, someone may one-shot a Pokemon that doesn’t want a trainer, resulting in the Pokemon being unfairly knocked out and the trainer wasting their time.

If you give the Pokemon time to flee and it chooses to stay and fight, it’s potentially interested in accepting you as a trainer and you just have to prove yourself. If it flees, you should leave it alone.

Pokemon used for battles are specifically trained to not cause permanent harm or injury to their opponents (ex: that fire blast isn’t as hot as it could be, so it’ll only cause minor burns instead of third-degree ones). While the attacks used might look violent and cause some pain, serious injuries are very rare.

Wild Pokemon are also pretty good at restraining themselves if they’re just battling for fun or to test a trainer. They will not, however, restrain themselves if they feel threatened or are hunting. Trainers are advised to use caution when fighting wild Pokemon and return their Pokemon to their balls if necessary.

Psychic-types (Mr. Mime especially) are used to create protective barriers around arenas/trainers to protect people from flying debris and stray attacks.

Refs always have a few Pokemon on hand that know moves like stun spore or sleep powder in order to stop any fights that get out of hand.

Pokeballs

While some trainers different Pokemon by using different types of Pokeballs, decorating them is also a popular way to do it. Some people draw symbols or initials on the buttons, some add stickers, some paint them, ect.

Stores also sell semi-transparent hard shells that snap over the balls. These come in different colors and designs, so you can have a Pokeball that has a galaxy design on top instead of plain red if you want.

Most trainers keep about 40 some Pokemon or less, which they rotate between their party, the PC, and daycares/Pokemon sitters to keep them enriched and active. Some people keep more, but they generally spend all of their time caring for them and therefore aren’t trainers.

The general rule of thumb is to not leave a Pokemon in the PC for more than two weeks. If you fail to take them out after a month, they will be automatically removed and released back into the wild.

Pokeballs create little miniature simulations of nature, making them feel bigger on the inside. Different types of pokeballs have different or more advanced simulations, which may increase how much a Pokemon likes being in it.

Pokeballs create an invisible “tag” for the Pokemon by altering their energy when they’re first caught. These tags affect nothing, but Pokeballs are programmed to automatically check for one before they’ll activate.

Many poachers and other illegal groups produce their own illegal Pokeballs that do not check for tags before capture.

If a Pokeball breaks, it automatically releases the Pokemon inside and removes their tag.

Tags fade after about a month to allow for other trainers to capture a Pokemon after it’s been permanently released. The tag is automatically refreshed every time a Pokemon is brought back into its ball.

The standard Pokeball pattern is based off of the patterns of the Foongus line. Pokemon are very attracted to their markings, so the balls are painted the same to make the Pokemon like them more.

Eggs

Rather than combining genetics, Pokemon reproduce by combining their energy together (this looks a bit like two Pokemon evolving at the same time). Because of this, they lack reproductive organs and chromosomes.

Gender is a loosely defined concept for them. Pokemon can change their sex upon evolution if they want to, and some will change their sex over time (ex: legendaries are usually genderless, but will gain a sex to breed and then lose it again afterward).

If a Pokemon doesn’t display sexual dimorphism, the only way to determine their sex is to have a Pokemon Center do a blood test.

Eggs aren’t laid, but created. The pregnant Pokemon fosters energy in their body. When ready they separate the extra energy from themselves (once again, looks a bit like evolution), which forms into the egg. This causes them no pain, and means they have short gestation periods.

This also means Pokemon never look pregnant. The only way to tell is by getting them tested or paying attention to changes in behavior. Many trainers end up with eggs out of nowhere because they had no idea one of their Pokemon was pregnant to begin with.

In the wild, some species of Pokemon will lay hundreds of eggs (such as fish and bug Pokemon) to ensure their survival. In captivity, Pokemon rarely create more than 1 or 2 eggs at a time, likely because they understand their young are safe with their trainers.

Pokemon develop more quickly in their eggs than IRL animals. They can technically hatch shortly after the egg is made, but they usually spend extra time inside maturing. By the time the egg hatches, the baby already has fur/feathers/whatever, and can walk and eat solid food. This helps ensure their survival against predators.

Young Pokemon are differentiated by being “mature” or “immature”; an immature Pokemon will still gradually grow and change appearance, while a mature one is fully grown until it evolves. A Pokemon cannot evolve until it’s considered mature (excluding mega evolution for single-stagers).

To use Vulpix as a canon example: a newly hatched immature Vulpix is about 8 in tall and has one white tail. A mature Vulpix is about 2 ft tall and has six red tails.

In the wild, Pokemon mostly breed amongst their own species. The exception are Pokemon with uneven gender ratios (so if a Pokemon is 7:1 male vs female, the males will actively breed with anything in their egg group). Inter-species breeding among captive Pokemon is much more common, and usually based on the Pokemon’s personal preferences.

Hybridization in Pokemon born from two different parents is very rare, but it does happen from time to time. It’s more common in Pokemon that look similar or are distantly related.

“Perfect” hybrids, Pokemon that have equal amounts of traits from both parents as well as typing and abilities, are more sought after than shinies. They usually can’t breed due to their mix of energies.

[kimberly-spirits13]

Spirit (October 5)

Pairing: Tim Drake x reader

Synopsis: You and Tim are on a field trip, wandering around a new museum in France showcasing all of the great battles of WWI including some naval battles and ships. The only issue is that with being the child of Constantine, you start seeing things that most wouldn’t including the ghost of a lost lover still searching for his other half. (I honestly just made up this museum so don’t come at me for it not being geographically correct or even real cause it isn’t lol) (It’s also lowkey inspired by “Epiphany” by Taylor Swift)

Warnings: War death, mentions of the dead

Word Count: 1286

           Being the child of John Constantine was never easy. Especially not with balancing an education, demons, ghosts, myths, really anything paranormal, and just trying to have a normal teenage life. The only thing that really made it normal was that you had a wonderful boyfriend, what made it unnormal once more was that he was number one: the son of a billionaire and number two: Red Robin.

           Right now, you were walking through a museum hand in hand with Tim, learning of the naval battles of World War 1. You were very familiar with the history of most battles in recent war times. Major battles at least. It was something that you had taken interest in especially seeing as you were in places like this often and sometimes some of the things that you see wouldn’t make sense without prior more extensive knowledge of the past.

           Things started normally, you walked in and got with your class before heading into the halls of the museum. As these kinds of places typically are, it was dimly lit with holograms and lit images on the walls. You knew that something was probably going to happen, and as a result held closely to Tim. Not that he didn’t mind, it just worried him that you were nervous.

           “You good Y/N/N?” Tim asked as you rounded a corner into the naval battles wing. Outside was a memorial with scrap pieces of boats that were found in wreckage. You two were headed there next. Tim walked around, you following as he looked at all of the pictures of the ships. Tim was actually also interested in the battles and history as much as you. Just has it was exciting for you to see, he was having a blast. Hopefully, he wasn’t also noticing the strange people walking around in uniforms from the war.

           “Tim are you ready to go outside now?” You asked seeing someone that was bloodied from battle stager across the floor of the room, through one of the walls that led into the memorial room of the soldiers who died. Tim nodded and opened the door for you as the two of you walked out, your hair blowing around in the wind.

           You didn’t dress exactly like your father, you were however glad that long jackets were something that you had taken a liking to since your time traveling with him, even if they weren’t always trench- coats. Looking around, you didn’t see very many people, just a few lingering souls here and there, trapped wandering the field of scrap metal. Walking ahead, you didn’t notice how quiet it was until Tim pointed it out.

           “This isn’t exactly a place of restfulness Timmy.” You said, “Not at all.”

           “You’re seeing the people now?” He asked raising a brow, “We can always head back to the main part.”

           You walked towards a marker of a ship, watching the field and those moving around it, coat blowing in the wind. It was a striking resemblance to John whether you cared to admit it or not.

           “That isn’t necessary Tim.” You replied, “No one on either side is causing any trouble for once.”

           You walked ahead once more, stopping at a battleship part that seemed to be smaller and staggeringly hard to notice between the rest. You kneeled down at it, touching the material to inspect it.

           “There’s something so terribly sad attached to this.” You said softly, “Like an unmatched promise waiting to be fulfilled.”

           “What do you think the promise was?” Tim asked starting to walk beside you.

           “Promise to a distant lover it seems.” You stopped to think, “A promise to return or even- bloody hell!”

           “What?” Tim yelled as you launched yourself backwards, scrambling away from the marker.

           “You can’t scare me like that mate! Some of us aren’t as human as we look after all.” You said to something that he couldn’t see.

           “Oh Timmy, sorry, old Fred here just gave me a scare.” You said before chanting something that let Tim be able to see what you were seeing.

           “Y/N, what is this?” He whispered frantically in your ear.

           “Oh, pipe down Timmy, it’s just a spirit.” You rolled your eyes, giving your hand out to shake with the spirit.

           “You come from a powerful man, don’t you?” The soldier asked, “Someone of great magical and spiritual influence in realms unseen to the living man.”

           “I do indeed.” “Now, tell me, why the bloody hell are you still here?”

           “Your question I cannot answer myself.” The man said handing you a tarnished letter, “Read and see.”

           You opened the delicate piece of paper and started reading it for yourself. Tim wasn’t able to understand since things that were old and in a more ... dead realm, were not something that normal people could read. Your boyfriend, as remarkable as he is, was not exempt from this but you were teaching him the readings.

           A somber look fell over your face as you read further into the letter. It was from a lover in Britain, waiting for his return. This return however, would never come to be. Fred, a younger soldier in the war was killed by sniper fire upon storming an island in one of the battles.

           “And your lover?” You asked.

           “They await my return standing in the kitchen window, somberly looking over the shore, searching for my ship. P-please tell them where I am.”

           “You got that mate.” You turned to Tim, “This is going to take a minute, if you’d like to leave you’re welcome to love. I’m not sure what’s going to happen.”

           “I’ll stay.” He said noticing the uncertainty in your voice, “I’ll just be out of your way.”

           You got into a stance that was easier to hold the spell and created the map that your father uses when locating people. The one turn around here is that this person is certainly dead now and navigating this kind of thing without tipping unwanted guests off is difficult. Eventually, you did manage to locate the lost lover.

           “Florence?” You heard the spirit say reaching into the portal that you had created.

           “Please hurry into there before I have to close this.” You said after seeing what was happening.

           “Thank you.” The spirit said before walking in and leaving.

           As usual, the memories of the deaths and days before their deaths came into your mind making you stumble back from the intensity, Tim catching you.

           “Florence died of shock after hearing the news, they couldn’t take the news of their fiancé dying in battle. All I can see is the doctors running around her, her mother reaching for her hand under the plastic. Then... nothing.”  You said catching your breath, “Fred from a sniper on higher ground. The first time he was hit, it was a graze. Nothing too serious. He persisted through the bodies and fallen men drenching the field.”

           Tim didn’t say anything, he was too busy processing what he was hearing and what he had seen.

           “I don’t know why this was given to me, but there’s more like him, or at least, there’s more dead wandering around here.”

           You looked down at your phone that had buzzed the same time as Tim’s alerting you that it was time to head back to the main entrance.

           “You see this every day?” He asked bewildered.

           “Almost.” You answered taking his hand, “It’s something that I’m used to but you Timmy,” You ran you hand over his eyes clearing him of the spell, “You don’t need to see anymore.” “Especially inside of that place.”

Does anyone know of somewhere that lists all of Constantine’s spells from Justice League Dark DCAU?

[descendent-of-the-sixth-heaven]

*when they have arrived, Mai was just being taken to the ER. She was completely messy as she's covered in blood from head to toe. The stager is being moved and soon the door to ER closes. The red light blinks, indicating the surgery is going on*

Mai…

Mitsuhide: she will be fine, she is too stubborn to accept death.

[the-firebird69]

ad the voice recognition is out. nd it is teh idiots hacking. we usse it no them nd yeh to make them not hear each other right f these shits f them too long iwth this crap too manyof them and it is uncivilized they do not train at all or listen. we need them out. now.

all of thm now

and they leave but ok and they herar it them out now good.

we hve a situation here now. and it is with john r and he says it what was that for. nd the whole thing time the pickd on me and my wife. and we say it no shit. and they say this rots i get them there to do stuff and they do it to me each and every time and we see thm are annoying again. and motivats they say and we hit. tons of you and you see you aredying and your idiots die in your cities not enough though soon shall be. and your out then. wierdo losers such little idiot children spoiled and retarded. yuk.

and he has it now stage V as we said. and he was a III nd it is stage V with level 3. now trump is a Stage V level 4 and is unfit for duty. fully sick. terry c is right behind him Stage 4 level 3. and stager moves up to a level 4 tonight. stays at stage 5 too. and now this is hell they say and we say you earned it. need it. and need to shut up. and you lack respect for anyone and now you die. and we need you out you trash shits. dave is stsill a stage III but moved up to a level 4 today. soon level 5 and thn stage IV and will shoot by them no creep up. and is. and what a moron. ok stupid shits.

tons of people comment those ar old movies and yor here dying. and he admits it. am. too. now this rules he is about to face death head on. and lose. tons sy it your out you shithead. yell at him cursehim out and more nd progress ws made today and up at dusk too

for now we post this.

and the curve is slightly higher and means more deaths per hour...and goes upwards steadlily but at a differeent rate each time really every hour it increases. it is due to accumulted radiatin or novices who come in. and those who are sick looking for a free ride and to take from these. lots of infighting but sickness is in the leed. it has been one hour. the rate is higher and we anticipate bout 3.4 millin by tommorrow of the orignal mostly mac morlock to be dead and gone. their leadershp will drop by tommorrow am to 1.77% or so. near it. the eight on the keybord is broken. mostly. or blocke we do know which. psedo empire is going to be at 5.5 % ledership by tommorrow a.m. yes. and clones 16 % and falling after faster. the rings heated up and thusfar 8M entered and half out dead. and about ten M more today. and no not billion the whole time. this is rude stuff tese do but leaders fight ok. and are bigmen dut to it lol.

two cloudos head out shortly one formed earlier yes and ten minutes ago and will be in pg in ten minutes and one more an hour later not formed yet. and at four pm. both about 1.7 rad each and for twnty minutes and plummet no go down in thirtty minutes ina fourty five angle. true too. slightly invered curve.and it will flow in. we suggest he stay in. no. but needs it to ruin the meds and drag them out.

tons say he is limited but no. we have a plan for his afternoon. total for today is 1.5M and out. fully. out the door and in bags. to the incinerator. and smaller loads but big names. and famous morlock. and estimates are chnging and they think mb 3.75 % or more by tommorrow am. an that is huge are at 5.1 now. and yes that is a lot but tonight several huge clouds. and yes the big ones will be too big for most. up here three rad for an hour twie day for a week.

and the joke is you were instructe by the government and law to not follow our son areound john r and sarah now your dying. and wont be able to ebe in yoru original bodyand tha is a death sentance for your kind. soon too you die fully.

some say 4M by tommorrow nd tht leaves only 1.5M originals leadership to about 1.4 oddly. not ll are of rank now. no. and not all ranking will die now. soon though. all and yeh we like it. are idiots and mean no matter what and useless. to us. alive. f them llzy fatasses helping the macs is shit ok not well thought out lol

we print now and move out shortly

Thor Freya

Olympus

Zues

to the park or other

Hera