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Iskat Akaris has spent much of her time as a Padawan traveling the galaxy with her Master Sember Vey, collecting artifacts and lost knowledge for the Jedi Archives. But after being recalled to the Jedi Temple, Iskat and her master are sent on a rescue mission. One that will change the futures of the Jedi Order, the Republic, and Iskat herself.

As the shuttle thundered through the atmosphere of the arid planet Geonosis, Iskat struggled to shut out the staggering cacophony of sensory input and focus on finding her center amid the chaos. This wasn’t just a rescue mission — it was a military operation. The Jedi were soldiers now, but they weren’t fighting alone. Thousands of clone troopers had appeared, seemingly overnight, to join them in supporting the Republic; there was even a clone flying their ship. After years of relative peace throughout the galaxy, the Jedi had swiftly mobilized to do their part as protectors of democracy, justice, and freedom.

Iskat was thrilled . . . and also overwhelmed.

She steadied her breathing and closed her eyes, one hand wrapped around her amulet, and the rest of the Jedi around her faded away to stillness.

There is no emotion, there is peace.

There is no ignorance, there is knowledge.

There is no passion, there is serenity.

There is no chaos, there is harmony.

Master Klefan had urged her to turn to this mantra in the early days after the accident, and Master Sember had repeated it with her many times. The words were stamped on her brain, on her hearts. They transported her to the quiet within, made her feel as if she were the Jedi she was meant to be: calm, cool, collected, peaceful.

Reflecting on the Jedi Code almost made her forget Tika, but did she want to forget—?

No. She couldn’t think about that now.

That was years ago.

It hadn’t happened again.

Her teachers had seen to that, as had Iskat.

She’d studied. She’d practiced. She’d gained the control demanded of her. And now she was on a rescue mission, surrounded by Jedi Masters, Knights, and Padawans. She’d never drawn her lightsaber in real combat before, but it wasn’t her courage or proficiency that worried her, that made her two hearts beat so loud she was certain Tualon could hear them from beside her. She risked a glance at her fellow Padawan, with his glossy black lekku and look of determination.

“You ready?” he asked with an encouraging smile.

“As ready as anyone,” she answered.

Which wasn’t entirely honest. She felt more than ready. But Jedi were supposed to be humble and modest, and she knew that Tualon was a stickler for that sort of thing and didn’t want to appear too cocky. She admired him for his humility — as well as for his outgoing nature and genuine altruism. Tualon was the sort of Jedi she wished to be, the sort of Jedi she admired.

If she was truly honest with herself, Iskat had to admit that while she had no doubts about her dexterity, skill, or bravery, after yesterday’s duels with Charlin and Onielle, she had new doubts about her ability to handle herself when the stakes were high and a weapon was in her hand. She’d expected better of herself. And although no one had mentioned the incident with Onielle, she could feel the stares of her fellow Padawans as they sat beside their masters, buckled into place while they hurtled toward the desert sands of Geonosis. She could feel their eyes on her, sense their uncertainty.

Seated across the ship, Master Klefan Opus caught her eye and offered a nod and an encouraging smile. Iskat returned it, grateful to know that one master, at least, had faith in her.

She hoped that faith would not prove misplaced.

“Have you seen combat before?” she asked Tualon quietly. “On missions, I mean?”

He turned toward her to whisper. “A little. Master Ansho usually handles that sort of thing himself, but I helped fight off some bandits when we were escorting a senator on a diplomatic mission. Thankfully all our training — it just falls into place. I didn’t want to hurt anyone, but we had to protect the senator. How about you?”

“We’ve never even drawn our lightsabers,” she admitted. “Usually, Master Vey and I either stand over a counter to haggle like normal customers, or some old adventurer invites us into his tent for tea. It’s all been very peaceful.”

She looked around the ship, which juddered and shook as it plummeted toward the planet’s surface. The air was thick and still, reeking of fuel and sweat. There were nearly twenty Jedi altogether. She wondered what sorts of adventures the other Padawans had experienced, if it was unusual for a Jedi of her age to be this inexperienced with actual combat.

“Do you think—” she began.

“That’s enough chatter,” Master Vey murmured from her other side. “It’s almost time. Remember your mantra. Concentrate on your breathing exercises, my Padawan. Don’t let the chaos in again.”

Iskat’s skin didn’t show a blush, but she felt the heat of shame at being reprimanded in front of Tualon and the others. Considering what they were about to face on the planet below, a rousing speech would’ve been more appropriate than public censure, or even some whispered reassurance. Tualon went silent and looked politely away so as not to entice her with further conversation.

Iskat’s long, red fingers wrapped around the cold metal bench as she closed her eyes and silently recited the Jedi Code again.

There is no emotion, there is peace . . .

The words became a comforting rhythm in counterpoint to the ship’s engines, a focal point that brought her consciousness into a state of calm where she was beyond shame, beyond worry, beyond fear.

“Landing in T minus three minutes,” the clone pilot announced.

Although she knew there were thousands of clones just like him headed to Geonosis, the pilot was the first of the Republic’s new troopers that Iskat had encountered. She had no idea what he looked like under his armor. How old he was, what color his eyes were, if he was more prone to smiling or frowning. All she knew was that his voice was sharp, his skills as a pilot were immaculate, and they would soon fight side-by-side.

The Jedi had surprisingly little intel regarding the mission; they only knew that Obi-Wan Kenobi had been ambushed by the massing Separatist army. Every available Jedi in fighting form was on a ship right now, just like Iskat. Unlike her missions with Master Vey, she had no way to know what role she would play, but she was excited to be among her fellow Jedi and pleased that the masters had deemed her skilled enough to take part in such an important undertaking.

She would prove worthy of their trust. She would follow their orders and embody their teachings. She would be part of the team that saved the day.

She clutched her amulet and banished the thought with the same energy she’d used to silence the cloying voice of the Sith artifact. This was a dangerous way of thinking. The Jedi Code existed for a reason, and history taught that those who stepped off the path often found tragedy. True greatness came from peace. From knowledge, serenity, and harmony. Iskat wanted to be great, and she wanted to do honor to the Jedi. In addition to Sember, other masters would be watching her closely during this mission. Her performance here might influence her future within the Order.

The shuttle whined and shook as it slowed, gravity pulling at Iskat’s bones. The metal under her boots trembled, and as if she could already feel the hot sun outside, sweat beaded on her lip. They were close to the surface now, and she imagined that if she could see through the viewport, she would look upon a world of sand and spires, bright orange striped with harsh black shadows.

It was almost time.

They were almost there.

It felt as if she were about to cross some important line, like this rescue — now seeming very much like it would become a battle — would change things forever, both for the Jedi and for Iskat herself.

She could not forget how close she’d come to washing out in the Jedi Tournament, how horrible she’d felt waiting for a master to claim her as a Padawan until Sember Vey had, to Iskat’s great surprise, stepped up in what felt like the last possible moment. She sometimes worried that between the distracted teachings of her master and the mistakes she made in the past that she required more observation and guidance than other Padawans, that everyone was all too aware that Iskat was lacking as a Jedi and might ultimately wash out for good.

There was no way she would let that happen.

The shuttle’s thrusters went to work as they landed, and Iskat’s stomach swooped with excitement. If only she could see out the shuttle’s viewports and begin to take stock of the battle to come. They’d been briefed on Geonosis, on how the hive mind worked, but they wouldn’t know what they would face here until they were on the ground and received more specific orders.

After a bouncing thump, the ship went still. The door slid open, harsh light burning into a space packed with nervous bodies clad in brown robes. Iskat struggled to release her chest harness but managed it before Sember had to unbuckle her. Her feet were numb as they hit the metal floor, but her fingers were already wrapped around her lightsaber.

As the Jedi all stood, Master Klefan Opus blocked the open door. He was an Askajian, and he usually kept himself overhydrated so that his epidermal sacs would swell, making him seem jolly and giving his eyes kind wrinkles in the corners. Today he had chosen a more slender and agile form, and Iskat was fascinated by the change in his demeanor. Usually a mild-mannered center of calm, he now clasped his lightsaber at his side and gave off a determined air. He held out a holoprojector, and an image of Mace Windu appeared, lightsaber ready in his other hand.

“Klefan Opus here,” the master said. “We’re on the ground, to the northwest.”

“Welcome to Geonosis. We need your detachment to help secure the arena where Count Dooku is preparing to execute Obi-Wan, along with Anakin Skywalker and Senator Padmé Amidala.”

There were gasps and whispers around the shuttle. Why was Skywalker here? And how had a senator become involved?

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fanthatracks · 2 years ago

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Star Wars: Inquisitor: Rise of the Red Blade When the Jedi Order falls, an Inquisitor Rises. Padawan Iskat Akaris has dedicated her life to traveling the galaxy alongside her master, learning the ways of the Force to become a good Jedi. Despite Iskat’s dedication, peace and control have remained elusive, and with each setback, she feels her fellow Jedi grow more distrustful of her. Already uncertain about her future in the Jedi Order, Iskat faces tragedy when her master is killed and the Clone Wars engulf the galaxy in chaos. Now a general on the front lines contributing to that chaos, she is often reminded: Trust in your training. Trust in the wisdom of the Council. Trust in the Force. Yet as the shadows of doubt take hold, Iskat begins to ask questions that no Jedi is supposed to ask: Questions about her own unknown past. Questions the Jedi Masters would consider dangerous. As the years pass and the war endures, Iskat’s faith in the Jedi wanes. If they would grant her more freedom, she is certain she could do more to protect the galaxy. If they would trust her with more knowledge, she could finally cast aside the shadows that have begun to consume her. When the Jedi Order finally falls, Iskat seizes the chance to forge a path of her own. She embraces the salvation of Order 66. As an Inquisitor, Iskat finds the freedom she has always craved: to question, to want. And with each strike of her red blade, Iskat moves closer to claiming her new destiny in the Force—whatever the cost. Author: Delilah S. Dawson Release Date: July 18th 2023 Page Count: 386 pages ISBN: 9780593598580 As the shuttle thundered through the atmosphere of the arid planet Geonosis, Iskat struggled to shut out the staggering cacophony of sensory input and focus on finding her center amid the chaos. This wasn’t just a rescue mission — it was a military operation. The Jedi were soldiers now, but they weren’t fighting alone. Thousands of clone troopers had appeared, seemingly overnight, to join them in supporting the Republic; there was even a clone flying their ship. After years of relative peace throughout the galaxy, the Jedi had swiftly mobilized to do their part as protectors of democracy, justice, and freedom. Iskat was thrilled . . . and also overwhelmed. She steadied her breathing and closed her eyes, one hand wrapped around her amulet, and the rest of the Jedi around her faded away to stillness. There is no emotion, there is peace. There is no ignorance, there is knowledge. There is no passion, there is serenity. There is no chaos, there is harmony. Master Klefan had urged her to turn to this mantra in the early days after the accident, and Master Sember had repeated it with her many times. The words were stamped on her brain, on her hearts. They transported her to the quiet within, made her feel as if she were the Jedi she was meant to be: calm, cool, collected, peaceful. Reflecting on the Jedi Code almost made her forget Tika, but did she want to forget—? No. She couldn’t think about that now. That was years ago. It hadn’t happened again. Her teachers had seen to that, as had Iskat. She’d studied. She’d practiced. She’d gained the control demanded of her. And now she was on a rescue mission, surrounded by Jedi Masters, Knights, and Padawans. She’d never drawn her lightsaber in real combat before, but it wasn’t her courage or proficiency that worried her, that made her two hearts beat so loud she was certain Tualon could hear them from beside her. She risked a glance at her fellow Padawan, with his glossy black lekku and look of determination. “You ready?” he asked with an encouraging smile. “As ready as anyone,” she answered. Which wasn’t entirely honest. She felt more than ready. But Jedi were supposed to be humble and modest, and she knew that Tualon was a stickler for that sort of thing and didn’t want to appear too cocky. She admired him for his humility — as well as for his outgoing nature and genuine altruism.

Tualon was the sort of Jedi she wished to be, the sort of Jedi she admired. If she was truly honest with herself, Iskat had to admit that while she had no doubts about her dexterity, skill, or bravery, after yesterday’s duels with Charlin and Onielle, she had new doubts about her ability to handle herself when the stakes were high and a weapon was in her hand. She’d expected better of herself. And although no one had mentioned the incident with Onielle, she could feel the stares of her fellow Padawans as they sat beside their masters, buckled into place while they hurtled toward the desert sands of Geonosis. She could feel their eyes on her, sense their uncertainty. Seated across the ship, Master Klefan Opus caught her eye and offered a nod and an encouraging smile. Iskat returned it, grateful to know that one master, at least, had faith in her. She hoped that faith would not prove misplaced. “Have you seen combat before?” she asked Tualon quietly. “On missions, I mean?” He turned toward her to whisper. “A little. Master Ansho usually handles that sort of thing himself, but I helped fight off some bandits when we were escorting a senator on a diplomatic mission. Thankfully all our training — it just falls into place. I didn’t want to hurt anyone, but we had to protect the senator. How about you?” “We’ve never even drawn our lightsabers,” she admitted. “Usually, Master Vey and I either stand over a counter to haggle like normal customers, or some old adventurer invites us into his tent for tea. It’s all been very peaceful.” She looked around the ship, which juddered and shook as it plummeted toward the planet’s surface. The air was thick and still, reeking of fuel and sweat. There were nearly twenty Jedi altogether. She wondered what sorts of adventures the other Padawans had experienced, if it was unusual for a Jedi of her age to be this inexperienced with actual combat. “Do you think—” she began. “That’s enough chatter,” Master Vey murmured from her other side. “It’s almost time. Remember your mantra. Concentrate on your breathing exercises, my Padawan. Don’t let the chaos in again.” Iskat’s skin didn’t show a blush, but she felt the heat of shame at being reprimanded in front of Tualon and the others. Considering what they were about to face on the planet below, a rousing speech would’ve been more appropriate than public censure, or even some whispered reassurance. Tualon went silent and looked politely away so as not to entice her with further conversation. Iskat’s long, red fingers wrapped around the cold metal bench as she closed her eyes and silently recited the Jedi Code again. There is no emotion, there is peace . . . The words became a comforting rhythm in counterpoint to the ship’s engines, a focal point that brought her consciousness into a state of calm where she was beyond shame, beyond worry, beyond fear. “Landing in T minus three minutes,” the clone pilot announced. Although she knew there were thousands of clones just like him headed to Geonosis, the pilot was the first of the Republic’s new troopers that Iskat had encountered. She had no idea what he looked like under his armor. How old he was, what color his eyes were, if he was more prone to smiling or frowning. All she knew was that his voice was sharp, his skills as a pilot were immaculate, and they would soon fight side-by-side. The Jedi had surprisingly little intel regarding the mission; they only knew that Obi-Wan Kenobi had been ambushed by the massing Separatist army. Every available Jedi in fighting form was on a ship right now, just like Iskat. Unlike her missions with Master Vey, she had no way to know what role she would play, but she was excited to be among her fellow Jedi and pleased that the masters had deemed her skilled enough to take part in such an important undertaking. She would prove worthy of their trust. She would follow their orders and embody their teachings. She would be part of the team that saved the day.

And yet, there was this persistent thought that kept breaking past her barriers, a pesky unwanted whisper wondering what might happen if instead of calming herself and quelling her emotions, Iskat relinquished the control for which she’d fought so hard and allowed the Force to fully flow through her. What strength might she find in that surrender? What power might she find beneath layers of repression? What might she accomplish now that she was facing actual adversaries instead of other children on a training field? She clutched her amulet and banished the thought with the same energy she’d used to silence the cloying voice of the Sith artifact. This was a dangerous way of thinking. The Jedi Code existed for a reason, and history taught that those who stepped off the path often found tragedy. True greatness came from peace. From knowledge, serenity, and harmony. Iskat wanted to be great, and she wanted to do honor to the Jedi. In addition to Sember, other masters would be watching her closely during this mission. Her performance here might influence her future within the Order. The shuttle whined and shook as it slowed, gravity pulling at Iskat’s bones. The metal under her boots trembled, and as if she could already feel the hot sun outside, sweat beaded on her lip. They were close to the surface now, and she imagined that if she could see through the viewport, she would look upon a world of sand and spires, bright orange striped with harsh black shadows. It was almost time. They were almost there. It felt as if she were about to cross some important line, like this rescue — now seeming very much like it would become a battle — would change things forever, both for the Jedi and for Iskat herself. She could not forget how close she’d come to washing out in the Jedi Tournament, how horrible she’d felt waiting for a master to claim her as a Padawan until Sember Vey had, to Iskat’s great surprise, stepped up in what felt like the last possible moment. She sometimes worried that between the distracted teachings of her master and the mistakes she made in the past that she required more observation and guidance than other Padawans, that everyone was all too aware that Iskat was lacking as a Jedi and might ultimately wash out for good. There was no way she would let that happen. The shuttle’s thrusters went to work as they landed, and Iskat’s stomach swooped with excitement. If only she could see out the shuttle’s viewports and begin to take stock of the battle to come. They’d been briefed on Geonosis, on how the hive mind worked, but they wouldn’t know what they would face here until they were on the ground and received more specific orders. After a bouncing thump, the ship went still. The door slid open, harsh light burning into a space packed with nervous bodies clad in brown robes. Iskat struggled to release her chest harness but managed it before Sember had to unbuckle her. Her feet were numb as they hit the metal floor, but her fingers were already wrapped around her lightsaber. As the Jedi all stood, Master Klefan Opus blocked the open door. He was an Askajian, and he usually kept himself overhydrated so that his epidermal sacs would swell, making him seem jolly and giving his eyes kind wrinkles in the corners. Today he had chosen a more slender and agile form, and Iskat was fascinated by the change in his demeanor. Usually a mild-mannered center of calm, he now clasped his lightsaber at his side and gave off a determined air. He held out a holoprojector, and an image of Mace Windu appeared, lightsaber ready in his other hand. “Klefan Opus here,” the master said. “We’re on the ground, to the northwest.” “Welcome to Geonosis. We need your detachment to help secure the arena where Count Dooku is preparing to execute Obi-Wan, along with Anakin Skywalker and Senator Padmé Amidala.” There were gasps and whispers around the shuttle. Why was Skywalker here? And how had a senator become involved?

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everythingthemoontouches · 3 years ago

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Hiii Jahn!🌙 I’m just a new follower. I discovered you while searching for D9 asks. I was amazed by your in-depth explanation on each placements. 🤍 I’d like to send in my D1 & D9 charts also for future spouse reading to understand more about it.Thank you so much!!🤍 Please take your time. I’ll patiently wait. 💕 Hoping you’ll have a lovely day/night! 🌹

Hello there

This, my love has been a longtime coming. First off I'm gonna introduce you to an intuitive read and then present it in a more formal, bulleted manner. You seem to ha e chosen quite a challenging path in this lifetime. Props to you for bravery. And a hug + some tea to help you brave it 💕 your life could be a beautiful movie on love, healing, growth, spirituality and personal power.

Future BAE seems to be stable, practical reliable with service being his love language. He is down to grow together, and help you walk in your power.

Taurus rising.

Scorpio 7th house. + Pluto + moon.

Wow. Lots of shadow work involved when it comes to close personal relationships. You need to turn that critical eye inwards.

Untill you work at managing or integrating your inner child issues, any partners you end up with will continue to trigger you. At its best, this is someone who helps you work through your feelings. Breakdown. Confront reality. Breakdown and rebuild yourself stringer than ever. A hades and persephone kind of love. Lots of sexual allure. Strength, protectiveness, passion, push and pull, makeup sex? Specially since the ruler of the 7th house (Mars) is in the 5th house. You're not the kinda person who'd be happy to marry just for stability. Passion and mutual attraction, love is a must.

Mars and rahu. Service. Over exerting for those you love. Days spent in bed. Service kink. Lady in the streets, freak in the sheets.

You're definitely attracted to people who help you better your place in the world. They have to have a little bit of ' I wanna do good / change the world in them'. A friendly leader kinda figure. Disciplined.

Your darakarka Mars is retrograde. Controlling. Dominant. Future BAE is definitely gonna overthink themselves into a worry when it comes to dating and wooing. Or they could think that only their way is the right / best way to do soemthing. Poor lil baby( I say baby, but as a Virgo Mars they're probably the person who takes charge, plans, overanalyzes things has a set way of doing things.) this could be someone who is an advocate for universal free education, teaches children for free or some such. Could second guess themselves when it comes to taking action.

Mars Rahu conjunction: sub kink. They'd want a lot of adulation. Could be from a different culture from you or have studied in a very different environment.

I think your fs gets better at dealing with overthinking after you guys tie the knot. They learn to be more at peace with themself, letting their intuition guide them instead of focusing too hard on trying to do the logical thing. Okay with being messy. May like to act and arrange things behind the scenes. Imagine coming home tired to find that they've already called the restaurant, arranged for your favorite food to be dropped off, warmed, alid out on the table. Gives me the vibes of a puppeteer(katputli - a rajasthani folk dance)pulling the strings. You can't see them, but the show goes on.

From being ficusssed on accumulating wealth your focus goes towards doing things that boost your sense of Self confidence. You could also grow more tactful as you learnt to seek out harmony. You probably become more direct and assertive as a result the peopep you attract are more easy going / Libra like.

I'm seeing a house for a wedding present? Or moving into your spouse's ancestral home. They could also come from a matrilineal lineage.

Your household could be supported by one or both of you working in tax, insurance, financial industries. There could also be soemthing related to life insurance.

Pluto and Saturn in the 7th is a tad concerning. There's a very heavy sense of some kind of karmic duty. Saturn is exalted in Libra.

Way too controlling. Narcissism. Moon Mars mother. Karmic ties. Moon 8th house.

U must learn to stand up for yourself.

If you're meant to have any babies in this lifetime, they'd probably visit you in a dream or a psychic trance before they come down to earth. Call it mothers intuition. This is just a gut feeling wrt your moon in 8th house in Scorpio in the D9. I say this because the moon rules the 4th house of home, and children are an important part of the house if you're a mom. The 4th house is also the home/ heartland what you'd protect.

You suppress your emotions. Emerges as a volcano. But a cold one. U turn to ice and grow aloof.

Out of body experiences

You need to learn to be more dominant and combative. I'd suggest watching the teal Swans video on creating a zero sum game in relationships. Strengthened by Aries ascendant in d 9. This life u gotta learn to fight for yourself, and not sit quietly because people attacked u or kept u under their thumb when u were younger by a strict dad.

OK, now let's look at the placements and aspects

D1 lagna (ascendant) VS D9 lagna

You go from comfort stability minded to taking more risks and initiative. Self Confidence increases. Assert your needs better.

Vargottama Moon

The moon is quite dominant as it does not change signs between d1 and D9. You're super cooperative and hate to disappoint people. I'd suggest reading up more on Anuradha Nakshatra.

Moon - Pluto - 7th house

Could indicate karmic ties or past life connections to FS. You work through a lot of your own inner insecurities, self doubt, lack mindset related issues in close romantic relationships. There could be some mother wound related issues. You can only love as deeply as you allow yourself to love yourself. In order to attract people who inspire positive growth in you, you must first sit with your shadow, examine why people trigger you, and make peace with yourself or, perhaps your mom?

Mars Rahu - sextile moon

Mars and Rahu are both impulsive action oriented Planets. Them sextile your Pluto and moon could lead you to feel quite triggered and attacked by the slightest hint of advice or suggestion from someone else. Sex with the wrong people can really mess with you. In a better manifestation good sex has you feeling liek you can change the world and also that you're super safe and secure.

Venus combust - 10th house

You need to feel appreciated for your uniqueness. Ego battles could arise and get in the way of finding, expressing love.

Saturn- Ketu Pisces

The ruler of your 7th Nakshatra this is someone who loses themself to community service, could do too much for the wrong cause. Money could come in from fish farming. Seduments or other aquatic culture.

Anuradha 7th house

This is a Nakshatra that focuses on achieving success by working with a group. Your fs is collaborative and good at managing people. Someone who shares success. And is hence likely to go far ahead in life. Major success may come later in life.

Mars 7th house

Expect healthy amount of frank, direct communication. Some arguments with FS. But there's also protectiveness, concern, and the will to do the best by someone. Mars and moon aspects indicate a healthy sex life. They're probably enamored by you. You in turn would find them super sexy.

7th Nakshatra lord and Ketu

Your fs and relation with FS is a highly spiritual one. You could both be looking for a soulful connection. There is love, there us duty there is a need to help each other value time, focus on the future. They could have been a strict disciplinarian figure Ina past life. You both probably have a knack to look down at your phone just in time tos ee an email / message alert from them? Perhaps you two run or help/volunteer at an institution for the mentally challenged.

7th house relation to pieces

OK, so this is where we have a lot going on. Mars opposes saturn. And is placed with Rahu. Mars here feels restrained. Your fs could feel blocked in their creative gifts. In the sense that all they want to do is focus on it, create, post, gain fame but saturn and Ketu try to restrict their creative time. They could be perfectionists. Having to redo things. Since Rahu is also in virgo there's a focus on creating things with the hands and fine tuning every single detail. Directed towards you, this is someone who is always encouraging you while trying to micromanage a lot of details because they think they're being helpful. This is sosmrhtinf you two could have in common so

Mars Darakarka: they teach u to fight for you. Opinionated. Honest. Perfectionist. Service before self. Hardworking. Have integrity. Very active mind.

Mars conjunct Rahu-venus D9 creativity

The 5th house rules creativity and with your venus in the 9th house in D9 your fs is someone who encourages u to be more creative and follow or take up a course to be better at your hobbies. It's like full creative freedom to be you and do you.

D9 Exalted Saturn

Justice. Duty. Not very affectionate but they make sure you have everything you need. Balanced approach. Someone thoughtful. They're fair in a fight.

Libra, venus ruled 7th house

Beauty, peace and harmony in thr relationship. You're not gonna feel like you're being taken for grated. They will treat you to nice things and probably have a schedule for dates and other such romantic leisure activities.

Jupiter rules 9th, in 2nd house

Philosophy. Art. Culture. Museums. Travel coudk be a key focus in your married life. This is something you two bond over. Could also strike God fortune when u do travel or go on pilgrimages. Luck and money via foreign sources.

Rahu in aquarius

Social media influence or you get better at making friends just make sure that they're not provoking you into taking uncalcukated risks or actions that are wya too bizarre. Could denote some kind of breakthrough with technology, a love for a high end gadget driven spaces. An interest in Photography. Any couples pictures posts would be well received. Like you're the couple that looks exotic in their photos. Radiant. Aloof, intellectual, stimulating and even more appealing together.

Jupiter Taurus in 2nd house of D9

Debilitated Jupiter 9th house- religious issues - venus 9th house - conversion?

You may have struggled with religious ideologies being forced on you, or the one you were born into didn't quite feel right. Your fs may follow a different religion or show you that being religious does not mean you feel bad about some of your lifestyle choices.

Pisces Mars d9: he is either tactful and charming or a bit manipulative. You may feel like you prefer to act behind the scenes. It may be a little hard to be recognized for the things you do untill you get really really angry.

D9 Cancer 4th house: the home is a serious source of pride. Beautiful interiors and you'd be quite guarded about who you invite over. The best meals. Soothing interiors.

Pilgrimage within the 1st year of becoming a mom ( Jupiter's aspect on the 9th house)

Venus in Sagittarius D9: future BAE is gonna love his freedom. He could be a workaholic.

Alrighty, that's all I've got today. I hope this helps. I wish you the best on your healing and integration journey

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cassandraclare · 5 years ago

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Not too spoilery, but very long!

fieidofpoppies said: I was hoping to get some clarification about the LGBT situation in TLH’s background.

What exactly is the Clave's position on homosexuality? Alec struggles with people's opinion in 2008, so I guess in 1900ish things are definitely not rosey, but to what extent? We know that being gay is considered a crime in mundane London at the time and I'm guessing that is not the case for the Shadowhunter world, so how seriously is it a problem? What does it/ would it mean for our characters to be out?

Okay, so I’ve gotten a few of this question, leading me to believe it is A Conversation that needs some addressing. It’s a complicated issue so I’m going to try to break it down in parts.

There is no “The Clave’s position on homosexuality” that is unchanging: it has changed, advanced and regressed through history just like you, know, regular human history. :) If you’re asking about the Clave’s position on LGBT Shadowhunters in 1903, we will get to that.

Just because Alec is struggling in 2007 doesn’t mean things were worse for Anna in 1903. The idea that culture moves inevitably forward towards tolerance and progressivism is an oversimplification. We see it assumed all around, so it’s easy to believe it, but actually it’s more of a two steps forward, one step back scenario. There are always periods of cultural progress, marked by periods of cultural regress. If someone had told me when I was a teenager that a woman’s right to choose would be more trammeled and in danger in 2020 America then in 1989 I wouldn’t have believed it; it is, however, the truth. We are in a more regressive period culturally now than we were ten years ago; LGBT rights are more under threat. This isn’t the first time in history this has happened and it won’t be the last: “During the golden years of the Weimar Republic [Germany's government from 1919 to 1933] Berlin was considered an LGBT+ haven, where gays and lesbians achieved an almost dizzying degree of visibility in popular culture” — but by 1934 LGBT+ Germans were being persecuted and eventually would be sent to death camps with Jews, communists, and other “undesirables.”

Alec is living in a time in which a regressive, conservative group that his own parents belonged to nearly toppled the more progressive aspects of the Clave. He already comes from a family in exile, during a time in which progressive and regressive aspects of the Clave are battling each other and the situation with Downworlders is explosive. Four years after Alec comes out, the fascist Cohort rises to power and splits the Clave in half. Nothing like that is happening in 1903: there is a progressive Consul in power, demon attacks are low, there is generally peace with Downworld.

It is reasonable that Alec would have concerns about how the Clave at large might treat him, and also have concerns about family and friends, given his parents’ past. And while Anna and Matthew etc. might have similar concerns about coming out to the whole Clave, which they haven’t, they are not concerned about their particular group of friends, and have mixed concerns about family. (Also, we have plenty of characters who have been just as worried about coming out as Alec was: Charles, Alastair, Ariadne. We don’t yet know Thomas’ attitude. Everyone who doesn’t consider themselves a “Bohemian” isn’t taking this very lightly, and even Matthew isn’t “out” to anyone except his friends. It’s not like the Wentworths know he’s bisexual.)

None of this is to say it was “easy” to be LGBT+ during the early 1900’s. It isn’t easy now. It’s to say that “Well, it sucked across the board then and now it’s great across the board!” isn’t true, and ignores the significance of context in the lives of characters — and people. There’s a great moment in the movie Colette (set in the 1890′s and early 1900′s) that focuses on Mathilde de Morny, Colette’s lover. Mathilde was assigned female at birth (academic scholars are widely divided on whether Mathile was transgender so I’m going to be gender-neutral here.) Mathilde dresses in men’s clothes, and openly romances women, but in this particular moment, Mathilde speaks about the fact that if Mathilde were not rich and titled, it might be a problem. But given Mathilde’s social status and power, and the Bohemian set of people Mathilde spends time with, it’s not. Colette herself also dresses in men’s clothes and is open about her same-sex romances, even kissing Mathilde onstage at the Moulin Rouge.

(Colette and Mathilde, 1907.)

The artist Romaine Brooks wore men’s clothes, even painting herself in them: according to the Smithsonian “By 1905, she had made a name for herself in Paris as a painter of women, some of whom were her lovers. Her most visible and lasting relationship was with the American poet Natalie Barney, who also lived in Paris.” (There’s a reason the characters are often talking about Paris or visiting Paris: being LGBT+ wasn’t illegal in France, and Paris was a gay and lesbian mecca, complete with LGBT+ cafes, high society, celebrities, and so on.)

People like Anna existed in the mundane world in 1903. It’s important to realize; this isn’t something I wrote because I’d have liked it to be true and historically accurate, it is true and historically accurate. It’s also true that even though male homosexuality was illegal in England in 1903, there were plenty of gay men who were out to their friends and community. Lytton Strachey (part of the Bloomsbury Group which included Virginia Woolf) “spoke openly about his homosexuality with his Bloomsbury friends, and had relationships with a variety of men.” Which isn’t to say he spoke openly about it to everyone — just that there have always been spaces within “mainstream” society where it was safe to be queer: Anna and Matthew, by going to the Hell Ruelle, by standing somewhat apart from their contemporaries save those they already trust, are inhabiting those spaces.

Now, if the question becomes: what happens if everyone in the Clave finds out the sexualities of the LGB+ characters in TLH? Well, first, they won’t be arrested; it’s not illegal. But that hardly covers the whole issue. We look at what happened to Oscar Wilde and think, horrors, as well we should — had he not sued the Marquess of Queensberry, though, he probably would have lived out his life with society turning a blind eye to his affairs with men. What happened to him is fucking terrible. Yet even today, there are celebrities who remain in the closet — though their queerness may well be an open secret to their friends, family and colleagues — not because they’re worried about being arrested, but because of the fear of what the damage to their career might be were it publicly known. And how is that so different from the situation Charles finds himself in? He’s pretty clear that if people knew he were gay, he couldn’t be Consul. He wouldn’t get the votes. In the same way, it’s likely that the other LGB+ characters would face societal disapproval and issues with their families. That’s not really about the “Clave’s official position” though, any more than a politician today not wanting to come out is worried about being arrested rather than losing their career. The official position is important, but it’s not the only indicator or generator of societal, systemic bigotry. (” It turns out that one of the worst times to be a homosexual - that is, in terms of being at risk from the law - was in the run-up to and aftermath of the liberalisation of the 1960s [when homosexuality was decriminalized].” )

So if you made it this far: what I’m basically saying is three things: one, that any comparison to Alec has to take into account Alec’s specific family situation, the Uprising, and who the Clave and Inquisitor are in 2007. And that I can’t say what it means for the characters of TLH to be out because it’s going to mean different things, and have different repercussions, for all of them. I can say “They won’t be in trouble with the Law”, which is true, but in terms of their family situations, their personal goals and dreams, and where they are socially, it would be different for each one of them.

And third, that we can’t assume that progress is one inevitable forward march. That things will always be more tolerant, less oppressive, in “the future” simply because it’s the future. While we can believe that “the arc of the moral universe is long, but it bends toward justice” it’s important to remember that rights can be abridged, freedoms taken away, times of tolerance and harmony can end, bigotry and nationalism can rise. To assume progress is inevitable is, I worry, to forget to fight for it. And we can never forget to fight.

[Recommended reading: Strangers: Homosexual Love in the Nineteenth Century, by Graham Robb.]

#the last hours #chain of gold #spoilers #tlh

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ofcloudsandstars · 4 years ago

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September Magical Dates and Astrological Transits

September has arrived!

This month will have it's ups and downs but overall it will feel pretty motivational with a lot of opportunities to work on ourselves and plan ahead. However there are some bumps up ahead that can make certain progress a bit more challenging such as Mars's retrograde, a few harsh squares with Saturn and Uranus sprinkled in here and there and Venus finding their lovely self in a few uncomfortable aspects. However there are some nice things to celebrate too! Both Jupiter and Saturn move direct this month (yay!) And there is the lovely Autumn Equinox and Libra season to look forward to along with the dreamy full moon in Pisces this week! Also following that there are some helpful transits that will help us work hard on our tasks and follow our dreams! So click the read more for some insight on each day this month. Like I have done for August if it's a really important transit or aspect I will make an additional elaborated post on it to remind you and also give some more magical suggestions and resources!

1st - ☾♓

Mercury in Virgo trines Pluto rx in Capricorn

Today starts off the month with some great energy with the beneficial trine between Mercury in Virgo and Pluto rx in Capricorn. This day brings luck and benefits if you are seeking to uncover secrets, break habits or find breakthroughs through shadow work or push forward with your plans and goals for the future as you will find you will have more persuasive influence under this transit. This is a great time to set plans into motion and pour energy into them as the moon enters it's full phase. The full moon in Pisces during Virgo season is all about bringing dreams into reality through planning and setting the steps to get there in bullet points and concrete action. Even if you don't have a specific goal in mind to work towards, today is a good day to reflect on it and figure out what you can do to bring it into reality as you will find you will have more power and clarity on this day.

2nd - ☾♓ Full moon in Pisces Venus in Cancer opposite Saturn rx in Capricorn Sun in Virgo trines Uranus in Taurus

Today will feel transformative with the Full moon in Pisces bringing us insights on how we can materialize our dreams from our minds into reality. The sun will be trining Uranus rx in Taurus giving us the beneficial opportunity for expanded insight, self-discovery and revelations. We could be made aware of how we could be holding back our own independence or what could be hindering our freedoms to go after our dreams and this can help us bring understanding to the full moon's lessons. Trying something new outside of our normal routine today from either new adventures to inventions to new paths or whatever can bring us a lot of benefits, open new doors and bring new connections. It's a fantastic day to leave your comfort zone and embrace your freedom which could bring great insight.

Additionally Venus will be opposite Saturn rx which may bring a bit of a less pleasant energy to the day especially in the realm of relationships. You may notice your relationships could be met with restrictions or challenges, yet if you are single this is a great day to focus on yourself and your needs and freedom and not worry about your relationships. However if you are in a relationship you will notice the themes of adversity come up when it comes to things like boundaries and freedom. Like all oppositions this can help to shed insight (especially on the full moon, the most grandiose opposition we all are aware of haha), to what needs better structure and foundations in our relationships. Like all oppositions we also have the power to bring the two opposing forces together to create a new unified powerful solution. Venus and Saturn together can help us see where we need to create better boundaries and structures in our relationships. Whatever issues that may pop up today we can take note on what solutions they may need moving forward. Additionally with the Sun and Uranus rx trine and the full moon in Pisces this may help us figure out what we need to do to be more free in order to pursue our dreams, so if a relationship or person is holding you back or not respecting your boundaries you need to assert them. It may feel a bit difficult with the powerful full moon in Pisces as pisces likes to dissolve boundaries and merge but if you feel your space is being invaded then you need to take note for the future.

Great magic to do on this day would be visualizing and materializing a plan to pursue your goals or wildest dreams, channeling Mars in Aries to gather the energy to try something new and exciting today especially if it's in line with your dreams, working on your boundaries and wards to protect yourself and your space if you feel like you are being hindered from your path due to others (also banishing magic in case someone is being really oppressive and abusive. Banishing is great for a full moon).

3rd - ☾♈ Mercury in Virgo trines Saturn rx in Capricorn Moon enters Aries

Today may feel wonderfully productive and energetic with the moon entering energetic Aries and Mercury trining Saturn rx. There will be good benefits and luck today with taking on tasks and responsibilities. Especially if you use this day to take on something you've been procrastinating on or a really intense task you will be able to power through it with more ease than usual and get things done in a good amount of time. Especially anything you choose to work on can lead to permanent lasting results and achievements. Especially if you use this day to put plans in motions that you have put energy towards manifesting on the full moon, you could find doors opening up for you. This is also a good day to chat with elders or mentors for advice as you can find luck in insight there.

4th - ☾♈ Venus in Cancer squares Mars in Aries Mercury in Virgo sextiles Venus in Cancer

Today's focus will be on repairing our relationships or making negotiations. With Venus squaring Mars what is unharmonious in our relationships will come to the surface. This can be a perfect time to work it out in a conversation since Mercury is sextiling Venus making it a good time to socialize with loved ones and express how you feel in the relationship. If you do not take the time to express frustrations it could boil up into fights however the sextile will really help to get the feelings out and work through them together. Other than relationships it's a great day to socialize and make connections with Mercury sextiling Venus. The square may bring out people's sexual frustrations and a need to act on it but with the sextile you may find that through social settings or dating apps you could find a partner pretty quickly to satisfy those needs. It's a good day for sex magic with the square or fire based magic with the moon in Aries.

5th - ☾♈ Mercury enters Libra

Mercury enters the sign of peace and negotiations with Libra. Diplomacy will come easier and middle grounds can be achieved in our relationships with better ease during this transit. In this mercurial transit our minds may be focused on harmony, peace and justice which the world right now is ridden with bullshit tyranny that we may be unable to ignore since Libra strives for balance. However Libra is not one for fighting yet one for peace. We may feel more inclined to find compromise in this time for the sake of peace, though compromise does not always lead to justice. We may find solutions clearly to issues and are more inclined to work together. We may find making decisions during this cycle IMPOSSIBLE (welcome to the club) until we weigh out both options in it's entirety. Lastly Mercury in Libra is really social so we may feel more inclined to socialize and find that spark amongst like-minded people.

6th - ☾♉ Venus enters Leo Moon enters Taurus

The world of sensuality, love and relationships will feel magnificent and grand the moment Venus enters dramatic Leo. We may feel more generous with our loved ones, warmhearted, expressive and lost in the the spectacles of whatever we find lovely whether that is in food, relationships, art etc. However as Leo can be insecure we may feel pressure to live out life to the fullest or find someone to express these pleasures with or else we may feel unnoticed or ignored. This transit is a great time to love and honor yourself and treat yourself when you can. This cycle begins with the moon enters Taurus bringing the mood of sensual pleasures. It's a good day to take yourself out to your favorite restaurant.

----------------------- Week 7 - 13

7th - ☾♉ Disseminating Moon | Moon trine Sun

The waning gibbous moon is a great time for taking stock of your progress during this lunar cycle and celebrating any little successes you've managed to accomplish so far no matter how small. It's a lovely vibe for socializing, spreading generosity or just taking the moment to enjoy life. When the moon trines the sun it's a harmonious time that brings a lot of luck. When you take stock and realize that you may not be where you'd like, then it's a good time to catch up on work to help you out or do magic to bring opportunities for doors to open for you. It's a good time to wrap things up or spend time socializing or alone enjoying life!

8th - ☾♊ Moon enters Gemini When the moon is in Gemini it's a good time for taking in new information, studying magic or writing in your grimoire, using binural beats in magic, meditation or trance or doing air based magic.

9th - ☾♊ Mars retrogrades in Aries Sun in Virgo trines Jupiter rx in Capricorn

The next two months are going to feel like when your car stops cause there's no more fuel or a forced early bed time cause Mars goes retrograde. This can be one of the most unpleasant retrogrades cause when you'd like to go it's time to stop and as we live in a capitalistic society that doesn't understand the words 'stop' or 'break' it will feel like working against the tide. Our motivations can feel like they just drop out of no where and we can feel a bit less confrontational or courageous in this time. Our sex lives may dissolve into nothing and our work ethic may droop a little. Mars in retrograde is like the fire has been blown out but it's time we need to look inside and examine where that inner fuel was stemming from and if some flames are worth tending to and where we should be applying our energy. This reflection can be met with great luck and benefits today with the Sun trining Jupiter rx. We can find great benefits today in the realms of inner expansion or connecting with our inner source of faith. It's a good day for self examination and reviewing ones faith in oneself.

10th - ☾♊ Last Quarter Moon

The last quarter moon is good for reflecting on the lunar cycle that has past and the lessons we have learned. It's a good day for meditation, mindfulness and reflection. With the moon in Gemini it's good to take stock in what we have learned and our mental state and how it was affected by this cycle. It's a good day for journaling and understanding what you have learned.

11th - ☾♋ Sun in Virgo opposite Neptune rx in Pisces Moon enters Cancer

Today we could be confronted with our own delusions or be susceptible to deception and fraud. Be wary during this opposition as our boundaries could naturally be lowered with the Neptunal influence and scams are more likely to happen. If it sounds too good to be true, than it is. Take no risks on this day. Additionally with Neptune's retrograding influences we may come across external influences or events that make us aware of our own deceptions that could create discouragement or disappointment. It's a good time to bring yourself to face reality but do so in a self-forgiving nature. It's best not to escape harsh realities through substances due to Neptune's influence we could go more overboard than usual as well as get taken advantage of. With the moon in Cancer we could feel more emotional as well. It's good to keep yourself protected and stay somewhere you feel emotionally secure and safe. Be protective of your space and boundaries and escape in healthier ways like watching your favorite show or listening to music. It's a good day for self-healing magic.

12th - ☾♋ Jupiter direct in Capricorn Balsamic Moon | Moon Sextile Sun

Jupiter stations direct today! The energies of the planet will begin to be expressed outwardly instead of internally. It's still in it's shadow phase so it's still not fully woken up, however all of the inner growth we have been experiencing can be applied in our journies, learning and expanded visions in this period of blending.

The moon is currently in it's Balsamic phase and will sextile the Sun today. With the moon in cancer we will feel an urge to focus on the home and clean things out. It will be a great day for cleaning the house, getting rid of stuff we no longer need (though Cancer may make it harder for sentimental items), cleansing ourselves, banishing and cutting chords. The sextile is an energetic transit that will give us the push to want to tie up loose ends and clear away what's no longer needed. Today is a great day for cleansing and cleaning magic.

13th - ☾♌ Moon enters Leo When the moon enters Leo it's a good time for creativity, fire and light based magic and acts of self love.

----------------------- Week 14 - 20

14th - ☾♌ Sun in Virgo trines Pluto rx in Capricorn Eros enters Leo

The themes of positive shedding continue with the Sun trining Pluto rx in Capricorn. There is great benefits with clearing what is no longer needed and breaking through barriers or obstacles that are not there to serve you. This trine can help you gain more influence and power or make a good impression on those with authority around you. There is luck in connecting to yourself on a soul level and undergoing positive self transformations. The passionate asteroid Eros enters dramatic Leo today. We can find that source of passion in connecting with ourselves and honoring our creativity. The two transits go hand in hand to make it a good day to connect with your inner sources of power.

15th - ☾♍ Venus in Leo squares Uranus rx in Taurus Moon enters Virgo

Relationship wise today may feel tough with the square between Venus and Uranus. Especially if you haven't asserted any needed boundaries during the full moon this energy will come back for you when you or your partner may feel stagnating in the relationship, smothered or in need for freedom. There could be a potential for frustrations to bubble into unexpected outbursts or events that could challenge the stability of love in relationships. Additionally this is a good day where both partners may feel they need space. It's a good day to be alone and enjoy your freedom. Healthier relationships will probably face no major issues as this transit just ask for open-mindedness and a little freedom. Happier couples could shake off their boredom with new adventures, new venues for dates or experimentation in the bedroom.

If you are single this day may make you feel inclined to try out new things, find a new eccentric hook up or impulse buy something new and cool. However be careful with your finances as it's easy to waste money on this transit with impulses. It's a good day to plan a new outing or adventure for yourself but maybe not act on it just yet as squares can build up tension which can make you go a bit overboard with expenses or ignore limits. For creatives it's a good day to try out a new artistic medium or try new forms of expression.

16th - ☾♍ Moon in Virgo

When the moon is in Virgo it's a great time for organization, taking stock, cleaning and cleansing magic and healing/health based magic.

17th - ☾♍ New Moon in Virgo Mercury in Libra squares Jupiter in Capricorn Sun in Virgo trines Saturn rx in Capricorn

This lunar cycle starts off the tone of the month to come that it's a time to focus on finding solutions and solidifying plans. The sun will also be trining Saturn rx which will grant us a great boost in luck in areas of hard work, tending to our responsibilities and completing tasks. Especially if we've been working towards the dreams we were manifesting during the Pisces full moon, we will feel we are in a path of materializing that work on the new moon. Though most squares create tension that causes reflection, Mercury squaring Jupiter can feel optimistic and create high hopes for the future. It's a great day to make plans. Our minds will feel more focused on the bigger picture however we could find ourselves with a lack of concentration which can lead to some judgement mistakes so it's important to focus on the smaller details. Also with the Jupiter square we may bite off more than we can chew so it's important to not promise too much for the future. Overall it's a great day for visualization and setting intentions for the cycle to come and the future. With Virgo it's great to visualize by writing bullet lists of tasks you need to accomplish to get what you need done, set schedules and work on solutions.

18th - ☾♎ Moon enters Libra When the moon is in Libra it's a good time for attraction magic (friendship/coworkers/partners - all kinds), glamours and charms, love based magic and harmonizing spells.

19th - ☾♎ Moon in Libra

Same as above

20th - ☾♏ Moon enters Scorpio

When the moon is in Scorpio it's a good time for shadow work, trance magic, uncovering secrets, sex magic, blood magic and energy based magic.

----------------------- Week 21 - 27

21st - ☾♏ Mercury in Libra squares Pluto rx in Capricorn Juno enters Scorpio Waxing Crescent Moon | Sun sextile Moon

Today as the moon waxes in it's crescent form, it will meet in a sextile with the sun making it a great day for experimentation, trying new things that are aligned with your goals for this cycle and working towards your aspirations. This is a good period of time for testing grounds and exploring new opportunities to expand your perspectives in your pursuit of this lunar cycle's goals you'd like to accomplish.

Today Juno enters Scorpio causing our devotions to feel more fixed and obsessed. We may feel more fixated towards our chosen commitments or our loved ones. In the realm of working towards goals this may give us a boosted desire to put our focus in this area. To add to this obsessive energy (the moon is in Scorpio as well,) Mercury will square Pluto rx which can lead us to spiral deep within, force us to be aware of our hidden shadows we have been ignoring or get too obsessed with a subject that claims our attention or extremist beliefs. There is great benefit on this day for shadow work to confront whatever lies deep below and get to the truth of the matter to free yourself. In the areas of experimenting and working towards goals it's a good day to get swept up by something new that resonates with our soul but be careful to be discerning and see if it really aligns with your best potential or it could suck you in.

22nd - ☾♐ MABON - Autumn Equinox 🍂*✧ Moon enters Sagittarius

AUTUMN BEGINS! The most glorious season of all. Mabon is one of the sabbats on the wheel of the year that many witches in the Western Hemisphere (in the north where there are four seasons lol) celebrate. It is a feast day honoring the seasonal change into Autumn, the balance of light and dark and a time of reflection of the year that has passed. We honor this period of reflection by telling stories (in some traditions there are gatherings around bonfires), expressing gratitude for what we have learned or accomplished and feasting together on the autumn harvest. In some regions this is the grape and wine harvest (France has a lot of wine festivals this time of year) so there is a lot of wine and cider drinking. Especially since the moon enters Sagittarius today, it will feel like a great day for having a gathering, partying and being merry together.

For more information on Mabon here is a helpful post making parallels to the Solar Sabbats, Lunar Phases and Cycles of Life and Death that helps clarify the symbolism of the sabbat in context. Here is my Mabon tag, my Mabon solitary practice post and my personal correspondences post.

23rd - ☾♐ Sun enters Libra Mercury in Libra squares Saturn rx in Capricorn

Libra Season begins! One of the most enjoyable seasons of the year. It feels social, packed with events, packed with birthdays as everyone wants to have sex around Valentines day producing an abundance of love-loving Libras who love their friends too much so the birthdays are really just cherishing-friends-who-care-about-me gatherings, packed with flirtatious occurrences, packed with parties cause October is just a nice time for harvest events or Halloween events, sometimes it can feel a bit too much is happening at once but Libra season is a great time for making connections and spending time with people who reflect your values. However this lovely day can be met with the hard reality of responsibilities with Mercury squaring killjoy Saturn rx. We may be focused on tasks we need to work on or responsibilities that are causing obstacles for us if we haven't tended to them yet. It's a good day to focus on what you need to get done and tie up loose ends before you make plans to meet up and socialize!

24th - ☾♑ First Quarter Moon Mercury in Libra opposite Mars rx in Aries Moon enters Capricorn

The First Quarter Moon in Capricorn is a great time to focus on what tasks need to get done and what we need to focus our energy on. With the moon in it's first quarter phase, our visions for this lunar cycle that we could have set during the new moon are put under trial and review. It's a good time to revise what was working and what isn't from our exploration and experimentation phase of the waxing crescent and plan our next phase of action. First quarter moon is a square aspect and squares are great for reflection not taking action. You may be met with more obstacles and restrictions than usual if you try to act during this transit especially with Mercury opposite Mars rx. We may feel confronted with our lack of motivation or drive or our misdirected energies. It's why it's a good time to reflect and plan than charge ahead.

25th - ☾♑ Moon in Capricorn When the moon is in Capricorn it's a good time to focus on responsibilities, get work down and make appointments if need be. It's also a great day for ancestral magic, earth and stone based magic and setting wards.

26th - ☾♒ Waxing Gibbous Moon | Sun Trine Moon Moon enters Aquarius

Today is a great day to act out on your revised plans that were clarified on the first quarter moon as the waxing Gibbous Moon trines with the sun. The moon in Aquarius will have us focusing on our freedoms and individuality as well as our role in our community. This is a great time for raising energy, making connections and attraction magic. Especially with the moon in Aquarius we can find new surprises, shifts in perspectives or new eccentric people and opportunities that can enter our lives and help us with our current goals.

27th - ☾♒ Mercury enters Scorpio Ceres retrogrades into Aquarius

Today Mercury enters Scorpio beginning a new cycle of deep thinking, uncovering truths, delving into our underworlds to be made aware of our shadows and perhaps the shadows of the community around us. In the area of uncovering truths we may see more scandals be revealed during this time or deceptions uncovered that can make us aware of darker things that we could have been avoiding. It's a good time for shadow work and uncovering secrets. Additionally Ceres will retrograde back into Aquarius putting our needs of self nurturing in seeking our personal liberation and expressing what may be repressed in ourselves. This can go hand in hand with shadow work and finding where you can honor your needs for your freedom and individuality and how you could have been holding yourself back.

28th - ☾♓ Saturn Direct in Capricorn Venus in Leo trines Mars rx in Aries Moon enters Pisces

Today Saturn goes direct in Capricorn! This period where it will transit Capricorn direct will be our chance to re-review our government and systems of authority and how they serve (and have FAILED) our communities before Saturn re-enters Aquarius. There will be moments for revision and addressing our governments before Saturn's re-entry. There is a lovely harmony today with the Venus and Mars rx trine during the Pisces moon transit. This is a great time to focus on our goals that we are passionate about and pour energy into them (especially as the moon is waxing). This is a good time for finding meaningful connections or improving relationships. In terms of romance the physical side may still feel a bit muted with Mars in retrograde but it's a good time to reflect on that with your partner and figure out your needs. There is luck today in finding the right partner and balance so using the opportunity to communicate your physical needs could bring positive results.

29th - ☾♓ Mars rx in Aries squares Saturn in Capricorn

Today's transit may feel harsh with Mars's retrograde squaring Saturn direct. It could make us aware of all of the tasks, work and responsibilities we need to focus on but have no fire to get done. We would be forced to reckon with our lack of drive and how we can cope with the mountain of work, obstacles and restrictions before us. It can be a difficult transit but like all squares it's a good time for reflection and to figure out how to push through your limitations or connect with your inner source of courage and drive and understand how that power helped you face challenges before hand. It's a good time to think about a new source of drive or a way to reconnect to yourself that is empowering in the face of adversity.

30th - ☾♓ Moon in Pisces

When the moon is in Pisces it's a good time for divining, creativity, dream based magic, water based magic sea magic and bath witchcraft.

#astrology #september #forecast #witchcraft #witchblr #witches of tumblr #transits #jupiter direct #saturn direct #mars retrograde #autumn equinox #mabon

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belit0 · 4 years ago

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Make sure he never comes back.

Rated: T

Pairings: I’m not spoiling that in this first edition, so if anyone is interested in more from this story, I’ll give that away ;)

I got inspired from a writting prompt, and this was born:

The Land of the Uchihas imposed itself disgustingly throughout the entire Fire Nation, dominating and conquering with force and terror. Small kingdoms and peoples who tried to rise up against their power were subdued, humiliated, stripped of everything they ever possessed. Those who accepted the inevitable with peace and without a fight, found a more relaxed destiny, without being treated like animals for the rest of their lives.

At the beginning of their reign, the Uchihas had been a stable clan, which showed no interest in expanding beyond the lands they owned. Owners of great luxury, they lived in harmony with their exuberant wealth. Reserved, secretive and stoic, no one knew that mysteries were unveiled within the great gates of their village. They did not admit foreigners or people from outside their clan, but neither did they attack anyone who dared to approach them. They were peaceful.

Everything had changed when another clan of the Fire country, the Senju, decided to dominate all the lands around them. Ruthlessly, they murdered all their opponents without a hitch until they encountered an imposing and unexpected enemy, the Uchihas. They would not allow their legacy to fall so easily into the cruel hands of those barbarians. These two groups shared more pain, agony and history than just the dispute over ground; they were related.

With passion and vigour, both families fought their way through a heated struggle that lasted three sunsets and four moon deaths. By the end of the war, the leader of the Uchiha, Indra, all powerful and praised by his followers, had fallen to the sword of his brother, Ashura, leader of the enemy clan. Before receiving reprisals from the surviving Uchihas, he himself fled, ordering a hasty retreat, rejoicing in the victory he was taking from the encounter. The death of his older brother, his only brother, meant nothing to him, and pleasure ran through his veins in the knowledge that he had fallen before the grace of his weapon.

However, Indra’s son, Uchiha Madara, heir to the leadership that his father’s death brought, had seen his progenitor’s death from the front line, and had been unable to act to save him. At only sixteen, the dark-haired teenager had been paralysed by the terror of the scene. His uncle, cold and disheartened, pierced his father with his sword, from his chest to the other end.

When the Senju retreated, panic crept into his system, and Madara ran to the dejected body of his only direct family. He knew he had a younger brother, but he never knew what had become of him. He had not had the pleasure of meeting him, but he had always fantasized about the situation. For some reason, the clan was forbidden to talk about it, and the information was not accessible. He withdrew the blade from the man’s chest, and tried to cover the bleeding wound. It was a clean, side-to-side incision. The amber liquid ran down the torso, soaking the hands of the young man, who was frantically trying to save his father from eternal darkness.

“Son, cease your action. My departure is inevitable.”

Squinting, Indra watched his eager offspring, who struggled to keep him alive. His time was not long, but he was proud to have instilled such passion in the child he had raised. If only he could have saved his other son…

“Father! Don’t abandon me! I beg you…”

“…Child, perpetuate your walk on the path of compassion…justice…evoke the love that I profess to you when the road becomes difficult…do not follow in the footsteps of Ashura…and find him…find your brother…Izuna…”

His last breath left his lungs, as his eyes closed for the last time.

“FATHER! NO!”

After Madara took power, darkness rained down on Uchiha’s land. No one understood what had changed inside the boy, who was once a sweet and gentle kid with the entire clan. Now, he showed himself to be an archaic person and refused to receive contact with anyone. He had inaugurated his first act as a leader by commanding a fierce invasion of the Senju Lands. Not only had they been victorious, but he had cut off Ashura’s head himself and impaled it on the doors of their village as a warning.

Whoever messed with Madara would meet the same fate.

For years, this leader’s empire just grew and grew. His tyranny soon flooded every corner of the nation, forcing, coercing and subduing anyone who crossed his path. The characteristic symbol of this bloodthirsty family, the malevolent red and white fan, spread out gloriously and infamously in the form of flags, plaguing every place where a town or village once resided.

At the age of 23, Madara was staying in the capital of his kingdom, coordinating from the comfort of the main palace the few remaining invasions to completely dominate the entire region. But his mind found little interest in conquest. In fact, establishing himself as the supreme king of the area had never mattered to him. Since his inevitable assumption of power, his only goal had fallen on his father’s last words.

‘Izuna…’ was the only word that resonated in the back of his mind. That name, that beautiful name, meant hope.

“Lord… Are you here with us?” One of his advisors brought him out of his absence, and forced him back into reality. He was meeting with the honorable members of his personal council. Also present was the captain of the military troops belonging to the capital, who directed orders to the barracks located throughout the country in the smaller Uchiha villages that had been founded after each conquest.

Madara observed other unknown faces, but he played down their importance. The last time he had been able to recognize all the members of his clan was when his father was still the leader. Walking the length of the long table where the meeting was taking place, all eyes were on him, waiting for an answer that he was unaware of. He had been fantasizing throughout the discussion. With his arms folded over his chest, one leg crossed over the other, his head held high in front of him, he responded monosyllabically, a sound that always saved him when he was caught off guard.

“Hm.” Nervous glances met each other over their teacups as the murmur echoed again from the meeting room. Easily, he was absent again in the freedom of his imagination, fascinated by the ease with which he could enter that world of fantasy. A world that usually belongs only to children. But his childhood had been corrupted by a lost brother… Izuna.

When the session was over, Madara was motionless in his seat. Imitating his action, the captain of the military forces, remained unmoving in his position, accustomed to that routine. Both waited for the room to empty before speaking.

"My lord, I am afraid to announce the lack of progress in the mission you have given me. My fittest men and I have ridden without ceasing for weeks and…”

“Are you telling me there’s no sign of him?”

“My lord… my convictions… I dare to declare that your brother must have died by now…”

He could not finish speaking, for from where Madara sat, a knife flew without warning, and was mercilessly thrust into the man’s eye. He was an expert in cutting weapons, and never missed a chance to practice on live targets. No one could talk about his brother in that way. Ever since he became a leader, Izuna’s quest was an ever-present mission. The entire Fire Nation had been scoured, searched for in every corner by that young Uchiha that no one knew about and had never been seen.

But Madara was no fool. He knew what his clan thought. He knew that they thought him insane for searching so hard for a person who resembled a ghost. The resources devoted to tracking down his brother were incalculable, to the extent that the Uchiha were at a financial low, never before reached by his predecessors, thanks to him.

He could hear the servants rumouring about how he had lost his mind. He could hear his men doubting his ability to carry them through. His family, the legacy his father had given him at the cost of his blood, was now beginning to turn its back on him. All they wanted was the total conquest of the region. To receive the unpleasant title of supreme leader. None of that mattered in his life, for what he wanted most was to regain what he had never been able to have.

Despite the differences he had with the people he was leading, as he no longer considered it right to call them relatives, he was aware that he needed his position as a ruler to get the help of the clan, and thus find the whereabouts of Izuna. His brother’s story was still a mystery. No one knew what had become of him after his birth, no one had seen him, no one could describe his appearance. A needle in a haystack. And although in the back of his mind the word ‘dead’ flickered with dazzling lights, he refused to pay attention to it. He would spend his whole life searching for him if necessary.

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Facing a new dawn, Madara’s horse rode bravely before his commands, guiding the military formation that followed behind him. The Uchiha travelled at great speed from the capital to one of the newly opened villages, located almost on the border of the land of fire and wind. Carrying swords, bows and arrows, shields with the clan’s emblem, they hurried through the rising heat, wearing gleaming black armor. They covered the entire torso, shoulders, and the front and back of the legs. Combat sandals, suitable for the need for skill, could be seen on the warriors’ feet.

The leader of the troop, distinguishing himself from the others, wore a long black cape attached to the shoulders of his armor, identifying him as the head of the squadron. After coldly annihilating the former commander in the meeting room, Madara had decided to personally take charge of the military section. His long dark hair cascaded down his back, dancing uncontrollably in the face of the horse’s revolutions and the wind. The urgent hurry was due to the announcement of a runway that had arrived in the capital that morning, carried by a messenger hawk. The leader of the location to which they were travelling, reported having found conclusive information about the famous “Izuna” and demanded the immediate presence of Madara to verify the veracity of the facts.

When they woke him up and he personally read the message that the pale and breathless maid had brought him, his heart beat as fast as when he saw his father die in front of his eyes. Putting together a team and having them travel that distance from one moment to the next was risky and extremely rushed, but the expectation consumed him and the urge to find out what that clue was was too much to hope for.

When he was forced to rest because the night was falling on them, anger took hold of him in such a pure way that he had to get away from the whole group so as not to kill them on the forest floor. He made up his personal sleeping space at a great distance from his men, knowing that it was unlikely that he would encounter any thieves or outsiders in the area as it was under his power. He stripped off his armor and did not even bother to set up a proper shelter for the early morning hours. Wearing the black clothes, he always wore under his war protection, he placed the shield of his torso on the grass and laid his head on it, using it as a pillow.

He relaxed by looking at the green leaves on the trees, feeling the breeze playing with his loose hair. Before he knew it, he was fantasizing. He thought of arriving in that village and meeting a young Uchiha, his brother. His only remaining relative, who would accompany him for the rest of his life. He would not have to be alone anymore. Eventually, amidst emotions, happiness and dreams, darkness lulled him to the land of rest, and he managed to sleep.

But he had made a mistake in thinking that he was alone.

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When he woke up, he felt happily renewed, ready to reach that blissful place and discover that mystery. But unfortunately, he was not in the forest. The sounds of nature did not reach his ears, the morning breeze did not blow on his senses. Something was wrong. Reluctantly, he wanted to open his eyes, only to realize that, even if he tried, the world was still dark around him.

He did not allow despair to grow inside him, years of war, fighting and training had shaped him into a warrior fit to face any scenario. He tried to move his hands, to bring them to his face to confirm that his eyesight was covered by something, but discovered that he was chained. Handcuffs were tight and constricting, hugging his wrists. He tested the range of motion, and noticed that he could move his arms at least a little forward. He was not totally restricted.

He lifted one leg, confirming the theory that he also had shackles on his ankles. Again, a small range of motion was granted to him. He was sitting against a cold, solid wall with all his limbs tied off and deprived of his sight.

He could only hear, smell at the very least. The rage of being held against his will one step away from finding information about the man he had sought for so many years consumed him in an inexplicable way, but he could not afford to act recklessly and ruin his chances of escape because of his impulses.

He waited, waited and waited, still in the cold, secret place, unanswered and boiling inside. He had no idea how much time had passed, what time of day it was, what had become of his troop. The unknowns overwhelmed his head when a sound took him out of his anxiety. Without conveying any emotion to the outside world and determined to be indecipherable to his captors, he heard footsteps coming down a long staircase. Then the person walked down what he thought was a corridor, until it got closer and closer to him. The footsteps stopped, and the rumble of a heavy titanium door being opened was heard throughout the room where he was being held.

“I apologize, my King, for the lack of decorum on the occasion… unbecoming of our usual action. But… before one such as you, Lord Uchiha, we cannot take risks, I hope you understand.”

A female voice spoke from somewhere in the room. He could tell that the woman was standing in front of him by the direction of the sound, and from the information provided, she was some kind of thief; probably, a group of them. He would remain silent, and would not offer compromising information to his enemy. Not because he cared about his clan, but because of the custom of wartime. Once again, he felt like a teenager, where he was targeted because he was the leader’s son. Today, however, he was the leader.

“Did the cat eat your tongue, My Lord?”

Internally he found it amusing to think that this should be taken as an insult. The woman he was dealing with seemed to have no desire to mistreat or torture.

“…Man of few words… Blessed. The payment for your ransom should be coming any minute, Lord Uchiha. You will be free then.”

With that said, the woman’s footsteps were heard again, moving away from him calmly. The door resounded thunderously after a few seconds, and as it closed, the footsteps continued down the corridor that he sensed following. The footsteps disappeared behind the many steps a moment later.

Abduction for profit’ had been delayed by something as banal as materials. He felt insulted, anger threatened to show itself, to glow through his strength and to tear off the chains that kept him confined to that place. But that, he had to admit, as incredibly tempting as it was, was also incredibly stupid. When the Uchiha paid the ransom, he would be released peacefully and could finish the journey to the village quietly, assuming that the group holding him was large enough to rule over that area.

He.Just.Had.To.Wait.

And so, it was. He ate the ration of food that was given to him some time later, and felt the hours go by inside him, until eventually sleep overcame him. He was startled when he was awakened by a slight kick in his calf. His body was asleep and cramped, thanks to the lack of movement due to the restriction of the chains. He needed to move, his energy and his mood were deep within him.

Reluctantly, he came back to life when he heard the voice of the same woman speaking to him again. Without warning, he felt a delicate touch over his eyes, and the blindfold that deprived him of his sight was removed. By reflection, he held his eyelids tight to the sudden invasion of light. It was not very strong, for the room where he was imprisoned was dreary and poorly lit, but after being in the darkness for an indefinite time, even the smallest illumination felt enormous.

When he managed to focus his eyes again, he could appreciate the woman in front of him. She was short, with long, long pink hair, reaching down to her lower back. Emerald eyes looked at him intently, and a purple jewel in the shape of a rhombus adorned her forehead. A long black cape with strange red details covered her body, but it opened at the front of her figure to reveal the tight black shirt and dark trousers she wore underneath. The sleeves were so long that Madara could not see her hands, which made him uneasy as he could not see if she was carrying weapons.

“…O my King… My Lord… I have news…”

Slowly, the pink-haired woman moved one of her arms. Alerted, the Uchiha looked intently at her hand, anticipating an attack or an assassination attempt. To his surprise, when the sleek limb was revealed under the long sleeve of her cloak, the only thing that appeared was an envelope. Specifically, marked with the symbol of the Uchiha clan.

Confused and amazed, Madara held the object in the hand where the woman had placed it, as he could not deliberately move them. It was a letter, and it was open.

“I suppose it is a pity for you… My Lord… but we, on the other hand, are wonderfully rich.”

On the paper, it read as follows:

“To whomever this statute has the pleasure of addressing

We cannot ignore the assistance given by you in the removal of Lord Madara

As a token of our gratitude, we sent twice the amount you requested, in exchange for one last favor

Please

Make sure he never comes back to us.

-The Honorable Uchiha Council”

The words his eyes saw broke the last barrier of self-control he had left, and he couldn’t help but explode at that very moment. His family had taken the opportunity of his abduction to get rid of him. They were using this group of thugs to see that his presence was eradicated. It was an insult to his father, to him. To his brother.

The chains on his wrists came off the wall when, with a battle cry, the Uchiha used all his strength to free himself. Finally, being able to move his arms, he allowed his anger and contained ferocity to run through his veins, without any restrictions. Outside of himself, he lunged at the woman in front of him, and straddling her, he placed his hands around her neck. The force he exerted was too much, and the pink-haired woman soon began to lose the color in her skin and the air in her airways.

“I JUST WANT MY BROTHER!”

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iamnightduchess · 4 years ago

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Is it just me or it's getting difficult to find theories and meta on this fandom esp in reddit without someone going "yes genocide is 100% the solution" and as someone who lives under duterte's regime whose followers echo the same sentiments it's getting kinda difficult to navigate through fandom space without seeing those uncomfortable takes

Hello dear Nonnie,

Don't worry, it's not you, it's actually the general consensus in Tumblr that almost all is against a genocidal overlord 😢 but, if we were to share our opinions & stances on that for SnK fandom specifically in all other socmed channels (Reddit, Twitter, FB, IG, YT), get ready to be mentally recked, stand corrected & sniped virtually on the spot. Their genocidal overlord can do no wrong & all the alliance members are ungrateful, idiots & dumbasses for working collectively to stop millions of people and the earth from dying.

I feel so sorry for the people who has this type of mindset: their ancestors, their families and themselves have not been born in a situation where they've been through oppression. Eldians are no different. They were the first oppressor, then now the oppressed and these readers strongly believes that the rest of the world deserves to be fucked up. Eldians in Marley & Eldians in Paradis are like two children that was forced apart and separated when their parents divorced (Fritz 145 & Tyburs/remaining Eldians in Marley). Yet both parents remarried to toxic partners who, also, instead of suggesting of working together for the children's future + greater good, used the children as weapons to attack the other side.

For people from multiracial countries or countries that have or is suffering a regime/administration run by a tyrant, it is always ingrained in us to strive for unity, peace, humanity & livelihood. We were told stories of not of our oppressors but of how us, the people work together to fight for our independence. All different races, we love each other & we want our country be a much better, peaceful safer place for our children. Thus why, Isayama's work hits us so damn much in our hearts. It hits too close to home. Genocide is never a solution. Because even if Eren succeeds & only the Islanders are left alive, bet you how long it'll take for the remaining humans to fight each other even if they're both from the same place, have the same blood. E.g Kiyomi reiterated this to Floch & before that, the Jeagerists were a prime example of what extremists would do.

I myself, is from a country like Marley, where we have asylum-seeking refugees and we are multiracial. We have differences without a doubt but instead of a melting pot, we are a salad bowl where we mixed together in harmony but still retains our unique cultural identity, faith & attributes with respect for each other. Even if you've been blessed enough to not have to go through all that oppression in history, it doesn't take a genius to appreciate all living beings. It's humanity. The world had treated Paradis as an evil entity but you fight hate with love. It's easier said than done, yes, but you and I, we're both living proofs (like Ackermans & Azumabitos!) in the real world that peace has to be fought through unity, empathy, compassion and not violence or mass killings.

They said, the Eldians in Marley have thrown them under the bus but Niccolo & Onyankopon are amazing examples that the rest of the world can coexist with Paradis, but you have to be patient, work hard at it & you need time. My country managed to achieve our independence in 1957 because of our first Prime Minister's efforts; he has a globalist mentality like Armin has. What he did was if Armin goes to Marley to table a thick binder detailing our constitution proposals for an alliance/truce with Paradis. He believes in humanity & he united all races under one country name & constitution. It has been done in reality. (But some people just want to see the world burn)

Oh but no, their genocidal overlord doesn't have much time, (he's dying in four years!) & he feels genocide is the only solution. This is why I agree with Reiner when he said that the Founding couldn't have gone to a much worst person. OG Ymir & Eren are proof that tremendous powers would destroy worlds if they're given to children whose thinking have not fully developed & mature to be logical & objective. (I also want to share my grievances on OG!Ymir. I used to sympathize with her but the moment she got the powers & she went back to offer herself again as the tyrant King's slave, my sympathy just went down the toilet. She was a classic victim who has Stockholm Syndrome & she allowed herself to be manipulated by an abusive man just because she needed to be validated when she has this God-like powers. She should've killed that evil king from the beginning & ally with Marley. Yet now, she's using Eren as a tool/vessel to fuck the whole world up for her own mistake that she made.) also, these people are in denial that the MC/hero can do no wrong. That's the beauty of Isayama's writing: he flipped the table with Reiner as the MC and these people lose their minds. What if he always wanted the story to start with Eren but ends with Reiner?

Thus why, you can only still find a more positive environment that are more 'sound', 'sane' & 'humane' only here in Tumblr. However, I've also personally noticed the sudden appearance of new Tumblr accounts of these toxic members from other channels, sending unsavory asks & commenting with unsavory phrases on mutuals & some of the top posts on my page 😂

Hang in there, Nonnie. It's hard to voice out the truth sometimes but as long as you keep on breathing, you shouldn't stop fighting for humanity's survival just like the alliance!

People can disagree with our opinions but I drew the line at genocide & mass killings. Period. Even criminals have a legislation & justice system before they are ruled out for execution. Eren is a child that's been given the most dangerous powers. His own version of freedom is twisted & skewed. The Alliance is willing to die first, fighting for the world's humanity's survival than living peacefully (really? With the Jeagerists own regime?) in Paradis at the expense of the bloods shed and lives lost by millions around the world.

I'm so sorry for this barrage of texts, Nonnie. I get very emotional when those who supports genocide shits on the humanitarian's principles. You can't also be in other channels without getting brain damage of the 'genocide is right/the only way' sentiments. We can't control what other people posts but the only thing we can, is: how we react to them.

I hope Tumblr could still be a positive safe space if I can help it!

xoxo

Thank you for the Ask! ☀️ Take care & stay safe ❤️

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captain-ozone · 4 years ago

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okay okay, guys, so I know we’ve seen HP/Batman and ATLA/Batman mashups and crossovers, with numerous discussions about which Houses the Batfam would be Sorted into as well as which elements they would bend.

I raise you: the Batfam in the world of The Magnus Archives. Which Fear Entities might they serve? Which would they abhor? Which might they have been victims to?

Let’s discuss.

(If you’re unfamiliar with The Magnus Archives, it’s a horror/tragedy podcast. Highly recommend. For context, though, here’s some info on the Entities I’m talking about)

Bruce: He’d likely develop an association with The Web, The Eye, or possibly The Dark with an absolute loathing of The Corruption, The Extinction, The Desolation, and, of course, The End. He fights to keep these last four entities out of Gotham while utilizing his association with remarkably contradictory Entities (i.e. The Eye and The Dark) as both a detective and a cowled vigilante. If anyone could pull it off, he could. And does. I mean, Bruce goes out of his way to investigate and reveal corruption, crime, and other plots against the good people of Gotham, which The Eye loves, AND he skulks in the shadows and makes common criminals piss themselves when he comes to get them, all of which The Dark would thrive on. In any case, I imagine he’d resent any favor given to him by ANY of the Entities. The Hunt enjoys Bruce, too, as it would all the members of the superhero community, actually, in some capacity. Another point for The Web? For all the plans and contingencies he makes, he never plans to make a family. Kids just fall in his lap, somehow in the right place and the right time. The Web undoubtedly has a blast with Bruce. It gives him all sorts of plots to unravel while ultimately playing him like a fiddle.

Dick: THE VAST OMG. He’d both be a victim and servant, and I will not take criticism on this point. The Vast is fickle, I think, and Dick would be a perfect plaything for it. As we all know, this poor boy lost his parents due to a fall from the trapeze, and he might have fallen himself, had things been different (*cough cough* I see you, Mother of Puppets). I love fics that put Dick’s love of heights at odds with his trauma (again providing some evidence for a love-hate relationship with this particular Entity), but of course, Dick overcomes the trauma associated with his parents’ fall and rarely leaves his feet on the ground. Heights and open spaces are his heroin. They’re in his blood. He shares this love with the Robins who follow in his footsteps as well as other colleagues in the superhero community. The Vast feeds off their initial fear of heights/grappling/free-falling, or perhaps each heart-stopping reaction they have when they watch Dick do all these wild acrobatic things from high heights. But The Vast isn’t just about heights, is it? It also has to do with a fear of falling into obscurity or feeling insignificant in the grand scheme of things. And we also know Dick has this fear in ABUNDANCE (see as, his oftentimes rocky relationship with his mentor, as well as his desire to be That Shoulder To Lean On in literally every team he’s been a part of). So. Yes. The Vast.

Babs: THE EYE. Her code name is Oracle. She oversees the entire Batfam operation. And is also an information hub for THE BIRDS OF PREY AND THE JUSTICE LEAGUE. Like???? This needs no explanation or further discussion.

Jason: Oh god. This boy. Okay. So. He is fascinating, and he’d be fascinating to pretty much every Entity out there, for both good and bad reasons, too. They’d have a field day with him. Let’s look at his death first. He technically escaped The End as well as The Corruption and The Buried when he was resurrected, bodily restored, and forced to dig his way out of his grave. I cannot decide if these three Entities would target him specifically afterwards for having escaped their clutches or if they would be sated knowing how afraid he was at the time of his resurrection. Either way. The Web, also, would have had a hand in pretty much every convoluted part of DC’s many Crises, one of which triggered Jason’s resurrection in the first place. BUT WAIT THAT IS NOT ALL. Jason’s been touched by The Spiral (because who else would the Joker serve???? Actually... lies. I might argue the Joker shakes hands with The Stranger sometimes too, but idk how well those Entities would work together). Outside of his death at the hands of an avatar of The Spiral/The Stranger (which Jason would experience intense fear/loathing toward), the Lazarus Pit is probably a co-instrument of The End (because the fear of death does drive men to seek immortality, does it not?) and The Slaughter (for obvious reasons). During his crime-lord phase, he may have some association with The Hunt and The Desolation in addition to The Slaughter. The Flesh would have loved his duffle bag of heads. Prior to forming a team of Outlaws, he’s likely also been touched by The Lonely. And ALL THIS after being mentored by someone who has an association with The Eye/The Web/The Dark. And having a brother so closely tied to The Vast. In the end, after the Pit Madness has worn off, Jason might have unintentionally found himself an avatar of The End, but I imagine all of the Entities would love or hate him (and possibly even consider him with the same fondness they would a pet that gets passed around between distant family members). He...has a unique relationship with each of them, in any case.

Tim: WEB TIM WEB TIM WEB TIM WEB TIM. This boy was born to serve The Web. Though he very nearly fell prey to The Lonely, on account of his parents’ neglect. Prior to becoming Robin, he had to fight every day to keep himself from being consumed by it. Continuously lying and tricking his caretakers (as well as his parents) into believing he was alright by himself specifically to sneak out and get pictures of Batman was what initially drew The Web to him. After becoming Robin? Whoooo boy. He had free reign and excelled as a master strategist and manipulator. He violently rejects The Lonely, no matter how often it tries to draw him back.

Cass: Like Tim, she’s been touched by The Lonely. Unlike Tim, I like to think she’s made her peace with it and has learned to live in harmony with the mark it left behind. I mean, her father isolated her for most of her childhood and denied her the opportunity to learn how to speak and read. She had no connection to anyone beyond that. The Lonely adored her. Once choosing to join Bruce, she casts off her larger association with The Lonely, obviously, and learns to become a part of a family. Unlike the others in the family, though, she does not serve any other Entity and makes a point not to get too close to any of them, though she does have an uncanny understanding of each of them (and can identify their avatars, victims, and associated artifacts on sight), which puts her closer to The Eye than she likes to acknowledge. Her hatred of The End surpasses Bruce’s.

Stephanie: she’s the hardest for me to decide upon. Tbh, she’s probably a lot like Georgie Barker in TMA. Perhaps her shameless lack of fear/ability to focus beyond her fears makes her uninteresting to the Entities, maybe??? Will come back to her later. And will definitely accept any further thoughts on her.

Damian: The League of Assassins is all about new world order, right? Ra’s al Ghul’s main motivation is to save the world...while also destroying a good portion of it to do so. So we know Damian has grown up around ideals of The Extinction, The End, and The Desolation. After meeting Bruce and moving in to Wayne Manor, it’s hard to shake any loyalty to these Entities. His death and resurrection, like Jason’s, ties him further to The End, but after meeting Jon Kent, Colin Wilkes, Maya Ducard (etc etc) and actually allowing himself the opportunity to be a kid, he doesn’t really serve any Entity, does he? I mean, he probably defers to Bruce’s loyalties in the beginning and continues to do so while learning from his other family members, but he’s probably made no such commitments to any of the Entities himself. Dick’s tie to The Vast may have some impact on him, especially considering how close Dick and Damian are, but I doubt The Vast would have an interest in Damian solely because of it. The kid’s personality and The Vast don’t mesh. I bet Damian may, later, genuinely follow in his father’s footsteps and be a dichotomy by allying himself with The Eye and The Dark. For now, though, he’s a kid and deserves freedom from any Fear Gods.

Duke: you see the state the Joker’s toxin left this kid’s parents in?? Victim of The Spiral/The Stranger, without a doubt. I’m not as up-to-date on his current arc, unfortunately, so I’m not sure which Entity he would end up leaning toward outside of The Eye (by association to the others and due to his own detective skills) but his powers with light put him at distinct odds with The Dark.

#batman #dc comics #the magnus archives #tma au #batman au #mashup #may add more later #but damn please talk to me about this #i need to see what other fans think #despite what i say i actually will accept criticism #and will happily discuss and hear all theories both agreeing with and contradicting me #this is an unedited mess i apologize #but i needed to get these thoughts out of my head

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brandonviewpoint · 4 years ago

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In the Americas to stand stronger than before then people need to recognize this the American plague God-bless America and God-bless the freedoms that we have thanks for United States military.

A heinous act was performed on this day one that has never been forgotten 1 that will live forever in our memories as 2 planes took out 2 tower standing in New York City the home the place the death toll rises and to this day we still fight to help the survivors of 911 but the biggest message I can send across America and throughout the country is

If we're going to keep America great we need to keep the America we know the American dream the American civil liberties the American values winning to stand United against a vision hate bullying anti-Semetic remarks and the straight honest truth is as we need to stand as one to show unity for all a quality for all.

It shouldn't matter your color your skin time for your ethnic origin or even the fact that you bleed red every time somebody stabbed you it trolling matter leave to have a quality that you won't to accept things that are all equal and life love and liberty we need to seek Justice we need to stop fighting for injustice and start fighting for Justice the plain and simple fact is is it nothing is fare unless we fight for it and the best way to fight for it is to speak out against it people of light to us the democrats have been the biggest liars of them all.

And to this day I still wonder how true the 911 is and who was in on it was Joe Biden part of the 911 action did he push a button and say something wrong was president Bush in on it was he lying to the American people will never know the truth not as long as the government continues to cover up the facts and not let out the truth..

I stand for America I stand for equality I stand for equal Justice under the law I stand for the rights of millions of Americans I stand for the rights of my fellow brothers and sisters who died in the 911 attack for most of all a stand for the people not for the government I stand for the people because it matters a central people cause they're speaking out against 8 there speaking out against racism and as long as we allow the democrats to continue to promote their racist attitude on TV we will never have Justice we will always have the injustice the unfair Justice the 2 levels of Justice except now they want to go by race.

If 911 means anything to anybody out there when this message needs to be spread across Facebook Instagram anywhere you can reach and you need to make sure that your local leaders know that racism is no longer good majority it's the minority they need to stop spreading hate they need to stop using race as a way to make votes and the needs for easing common sense and unite the people show equality for all not just some but all people.

We never forgot you will never forget and 911 will be A-day will never relive again if we stand together United and equality for all.

It's time for the rioting in the streets the looting of the businesses and the hatred being spread across this country from certain people in the government to stop as sound to come together and face our problem is time to stop blaming each other and start looking at the solution as time for people who wanted use Res to be voted out of office and try to put other people in its place the lies the deep the disinformation act no longer works on us it's the truth.

It's the truth for all America it's the truth and Justice for all people its the in quality the D selectiveness of all people we need to stop using the race card as a way to win votes and start using the conversation it stopped the sanction of one race and start the United of all people it's the stop of hate the stop of inequality the stop of inhumanity that needs to be called out and what you don't represent is what you don't believe in and .

I believe in love peace harmony equality and Justice for all.

AMEN!!

#americanfirst #americafirst #america #amen #2nd amendment #911neverforget #Spotify

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mythicaldemigoddess-of-deltarune · 5 years ago

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The Ranks of Angels And Demons (And Other)*Edited*

I was doing a little research and here is what I found,

(like Seraphim, Ophanim, Virtue, Archangel, Angel and Fallen Angel)

Heaven Domain:

Highest Order:

Seraphim

Cherubim

Thrones

Middle Order:

Dominions

Virtues

Powers

Lowest Order:

Principalities

Archangels

Angels

*Archangel(Part of The Lowest Order):

Michael, Guardian of The Orthodox Faith & Fighter Against Heresies, Chief of Angels.(Mortality: Adam)

Gabriel, Herald of The Mysteries of God.(Mortality: Noah)

Raphael, Angel of Healing and Healers.

Uriel, Archangel of Wisdom & Philosophical Illumination.

Selaphiel, Patron of Saint of Prayer and Worship.

Jegudiel, Patron of all who work in some field of Endeavor.

Barachiel, Angel of Blessings, Works To Announce and Deliver God's Blessing To People(Leads The Guardian Angels, That Works Closely With Humans.)

Jerahmeel, helps cultivate our psychic and spiritual abilities by bringing in a sense of inner clarity. and helps interpret angelic messages in our dreams.(and to fine-tune ourselves to the frequency of God)

Suriel, Angel of Healing, Wisdom and Death.

Zadkiel, Archangel of Freedom, Benevolence & mercy and patron Angel of all who forgive.

Selaphiel, The Angel of Repentance.

Ananiel, Angelic Guard of The Gates of The South Wind

Phanuel, Angel of Peace(Part of Angels of Great Counsel)

Raguel, Archangel of Justice, Fairness, Harmony, Vengeance and Redemption.

Remiel, Archangel of Hope (Guides The Souls of The Faithful Into Heaven)

Chamuel, Archangel of Strength, Courage And War.

Jophiel, she is The Archangel of Wisdom, Understanding, And Judgment.

Azrael, Angel of Death.

Metatron, Angel of Life.(Mortality Before Becoming Metatron: Enoch)

Maalik, Angel of Fire/Hell.

Ridwan, Angel of Paradise/Heaven.

Samuel, Archangel of Harmonious Relationships.*

Hell Domain:

*First Hiararchy:

Beelzebub

Leviathan

Asmodeus

Berith

Astaroth

Verrine

Gressil

Soneillon*

*Second Hierarchy:

Carreau

Oeillet

Rosier

Belias*

*Third Hierarchy

Verrier

Olivier

Luvart*

*Princes:

Beelzebub, Supreme Chief of The Empire of Hell.(Founder of The Order of The Fly)

Satan, Prince Dethroned & Chief of The Opposition Party.

Eurynome, Prince of Death.(Grand Cross of The Order of The Fly)

Moloch, Prince of The Country of Tears.(Grand Cross of The Order)

Pluton, Prince of Fire.(Grand Cross of The Order & Governor of The Regions in Flames)

Pan, Prince of Incubi.

Lilith, Princess of Succubi.

Leonard, The Great Lord of The Sabbath(Knight of The Fly)

Balberith, Lord of Alliances.

Proserpina, Princess of Evil Spirits.*

*Ministers of Office:

Adrammelech, Grand Chancellor (Grand Cross of Order of The Fly.)

Ashtaroth, General Treasurer (Knight of The Fly)

Nergal, Chief of The Secret Police.

Baal, Commander in Chief of The Armies of Hell.(Grand Cross The Order of The Fly)

Leviathan, Grand Admiral.(Knight of The Fly)*

*Ambassadors:

Belfegor

Mammon

Belial

Rimmon

Thamuz

Hutgin

Martinet*

*Justice:

Lucifer, Chief of injustice (Knight of The Fly)

Alastor, Executor of His Sentences.*

*House of The Princes:

Verdelet, Master of Ceremonies.

Succor Benoth, Chief of The Eunuchs of The Seraglio.

Chamos, Grand Chambelain (Knight of The Fly)

Melchom, Payer Treasurer.

Nisroch, Chief of The Kitchen.

Behemoth, Chief Cup-bearer.

Dagon, Grand Pantler.(or is it Planter...?)

Mullin, First Valet.*

*Secret Expenses:

Robals, Director of Theaters.

Asmodeus, Superintendent of The Gambling Houses.

Nybbas, Grand Buffoon.

Antichrist, Charlatan & Necromancer.*

*Archdemon:

Lucifer, Pride

Beelzebub, Gluttony

Satan (or known as Sathanas), Wrath

Leviathan, Envy

Mammon, Greed

Belphegor, Sloth

Asmodeus, Lust *

and now we go to the whole Female Archangels,

*Female Archangels/Archeia:

Magdalena, The Lady Mercy (Counterpart Azrael)

Seraphina, The Lady Charity(Counterpart Chamuel)

Annunciata, The Lady Hope(Counterpart Gabriel)

Maryllisa, The Lady Radiant(Counterpart Haniel)

Lucida/Christine, The Lady Clarity(Counterpart Jophiel)

Sophia, The Lady Constance(Counterpart Metatron)

Mikaela, The Lady Faith(Counterpart Michael)

Mareia, The Lady Virtue(Counterpart Raphael)

Shekhinah, The Lady Patience(Counterpart Sandalphon)

Amethystia, The Lady Purity (Counderpart Zadkiel)

Aurora, The Lady Grace (Counterpart Uriel)

Okina, The Lady Liberty (Counterpart Zaphkiel)

Jochara, The Lady Victory(Counterpart Raziel)

My Theory of Fallen Archeia:

Lilith, The Lady of Independence.*

oh yeah, need to mention another Archangel:

Samael, who is suppose to be both good and evil...

and is known as one of the seven archangels...

and who was suppose to be married to Lilith, after she left Adam.

there is the possibility that he is The Father of Cain,

and if it is true what Samael did to Eve......I still want to punch him in the face.

I want to punch him for two reasons, if I was able to I would punch him:

One, For The Possibility if it is True that he Assaulted Eve.

and Two, because of his part of Cain....

it’s bad enough that some believe that just because someone is a Descendant of Cain, that means they are Evil, but that isn’t true at all.

I mean it just doesn’t seem right, I mean one of the most earlier Descendants of Cain, Married and Had Children With Noah.

I still don’t agree with the actions of Noah, who decided to punish his own Grandson for something Noah’s Son did.

plus it is possible when Lilith when she ran away from Adam,

when she mention about how she makes children sick

it might have to do with some of her children with Adam

coming out as Stillborn.....that is a theory, no one has to agree with me.

it is possible that Lilith did fall because of the hurtful and abusive treatments from Adam.....that fight they had was because of “Intimacy”

and no one has to agree about my theory, that before Lilith became Adam’s first wife, she was possibility a Archeia known as “Lilith, The Lady of Independence”

and well technically Angels are suppose to have no gender

or something like unisex type gender

but it might be possible they do have gender identities they refer to themselves in both physical and emotional level.

(if they are able to have children still with even Humans, it might be different from how Asari from Mass Effect have children with other Races.)

*Hybrids:

Nephilim (Offspring of Sons of God & Daughters of Men)/(Angel & Human Offspring)

Cambion (Offspring of Demons & Humans)

Earth Angel(it is possible that Earth Angels, are technically Hybrids, they are born from a Human Father & Mother, but still were type of Angels that are able to be born in Human Form and are Sensitive To Negative Energy That May or May Not Cause Them Seizures.)*

and if it’s okay to talk about it, I am starting to wonder if I might of had a encounter with a incubus during maybe around 2019 or 2018.

I can’t really remember which year

(I will need to check one of my journals to see)

but yeah anyway I wont go into too deep detail.

but I remember in my dream, it was really dark

then I felt something that felt really Real

and it scared me awake.

I get that dreams can hold some form of feeling real at times.

but that was like, TOO REAL.

and even if the feeling had just started, like only for a brief moment, it was enough to scare me awake.

when I first talked about something scaring me awake because of how real it felt

I didn’t mention in the journal where I first talked about it, that it was something really embarrassing, and I rather not say what it was.

I am still a virgin, and I rather not be dream assaulted.

I guess I never really considered that it could be possible that the reason why that dream, even if it was short and really dark and couldn’t see anything.

felt too real, was because it could of been a Incubus.

who ended up scaring me awake.

in some dreams you aren’t really aware, but in that dream which was in a place where I couldn’t see and it being really dark.

I think I was aware, and it was this awareness that ended up with me feeling something too real that ended up scaring me awake.

I do have a idea as to how to keep myself safe from Incubus.

I will need to do some research on some type of charms that I can use when I go to sleep, that I can keep close by in case something like that were to happen again.

but hopefully it wont.

and to change the subject

if Christ and Antichrist, are suppose to fight each other

it makes me wonder if there is a type of third party,

that would stop them from doing so, like being a creation of The Goddess.

I still believe in God, but like I said before, I started to believe in Goddess too.

and it would make sense that the women who were fighting for equal rights and the right to vote, was given the encouragement by The Goddess.

and given the information of those who have a right to vote after the women won.

it never says that those who have a right to vote

has to be “Male” or “Female”, so technically it means both Binary and Non-Binary can vote.....figured out the loophole there, I’m sure some already figured out that loophole before I did.

some might think that I shouldn’t feel the way I do

regarding wanting to punch Samael, but if he really is the Father of Cain.

then I still want to punch him in the face.

thinking of it like trying to understand how Raven from Teen Titans

or Marceline The Vampire Queen from Adventure Time

or Amethyst from Steven Universe felt.

Raven is a Cambion, who needs to try to control her emotions and not let her darker emotions take control.

and who her dad is, might make her feel terrible about her very existence.

Marceline wasn’t really a Vampire at first, she started out as a Cambion having a Human Mother and a Demon Father.

and if she hadn’t got bitten and became a vampire, she would of became a old lady but possibility still had a long lifespan.

Amethyst, was a Gem that was made in one of the Earth’s Gem Kindergartens.

before she started to feel better about herself, she felt awful, and hated herself.

seeing herself as a parasite, all the negative feelings of her creation hurt her deeply.

regarding herself as a “Mistake” and she even says so herself

that she “Never Asked To Be Made”

those who are Descendants of Cain didn’t ask to be made either

the ones that are still around and are descendants of Noah as well.

shouldn’t be made to feel bad about their existence.

and what type of person they are, shouldn’t be blamed upon by them being descendants of Cain.

and I know some might not agree with it, but I still believe there is some form of corruption in the Christianity.

even though there are still some good people that are Christians.

what happen during histories past, prove there is some bad stuff that has to do with how some converting is done in the wrong way, one of those ways has to do with how some people converted those who are Native American.

I have Native American heritage, and well there are some other mix heritage I have too.

I had found out that I have some Jewish heritage too.

and there is that other heritage that has to do with King Solomon.

I guess it would be okay to say this and not be cryptic about it.

but I had found out that King Solomon is my Ancestor.

well to be more correct

King Solomon & Naamah The Amonite are my Ancestors.

as well as their son who was named Rehoboam.

I still think the ring that King Solomon had, that was suppose the power to control demons. and if it still has power, while it is put away somewhere.

it would be best that such a ring is put in a box and put some kind of seal on it.

let’s hope that none of the power in that ring was adsorb by Solomon’s body.

anyway the “Archeia” I had mentioned that are apparently counterparts of some of the Archangels.

the info about them say that those Archeia, are the Twin Flames of the Archangels they are counterparts of.

and I guess it could be possible that Lilith and Samael are Twin Flames.

that is just theory of course, no one has to agree with me on that.

I do have another theory

that has to do with Lady Godiva (who is my Ancestor Too)

and Mary Magdalene (Wife of Jesus)

being Holy Maidens.

well them and a few others.

I still think that both Cain and Abel were in the wrong, and they should of been better brothers that understood each other’s feelings more

and should of HUGGED IT OUT.

even if they may have turned out to be half brothers, at least some half siblings or full siblings today, have better relationships.

I still think the info that shows what Abel said to Cain and accusing him for having no love for god.

could show some form of arrogance and insensitivity in Abel.

it wasn’t right for Cain to kill Abel, but it was not right for Abel to be full of arrogance and being insensitive to Cain.

in theory, if Abel had comfort Cain and tried to calm his anger and any form of negative feelings. then perhaps they could of been better brothers, and Abel would not eventually be killed by Cain.

some might think that only Cain was in the wrong

but I have started to believe that both Cain and Abel were in the wrong.

no one has to agree with me on that.

but I really believe that they were both in the wrong.

just like the whole “those who are left handed being sinners”

I’m right handed, and even I know that is bull.....

it doesn’t matter what hand you use to write with, a sinner can be right or left handed or use both.

that is one of the signs that there is corruption in Christianity.

the other sign being how in the history of forced converting on threaten someone’s life.

or like that whole lady who thought Sans The Skeleton was the work of the Devil, no lady that ain’t true, your just being prejudice.

some might think that she has a right to her opinion, which that would be true if it weren’t for the fact that she crossed a line where her opinion can not be respected or viewed as right or pure.

no one has to agree with me on knowing that truth, but it is good to know that some will know what her view on Sans, was both corrupted and prejudice.

at least not all Christians are like that, and I like Sans and Papyrus.

and just because they are Fictional Characters that are made to be Skeleton Monsters, don’t mean they are “Monsters” in the sense which means they have done evil actions.

yeah the monsters in Undertale, have done actions that could still be considered evil but they didn’t do them in malicious type of way.

they were wrongfully imprisoned by Humanity.

the monsters of Undertale could be seen as “Humans”

they show human emotions.

in theory, it could be possible that the monsters in Undertale (and in Deltarune)

could be Mutated Humans who had evolved from overexposure to magic during the “Cave Man Days” and the Humans that weren’t, are still referred to as “Human” while the Magical Overexposure Mutated Humans, are referred to as “Monsters”

so yeah I’m saying that the Monsters in Undertale/Deltarune

are possibility descendants of the Humans that evolved and transformed into “Monsters” because of a overexposure of magic.

I’m seeing that as Headcanon.

and it might be possible that Kris is Biologically Asgore and Toriel’s child

and they were just born “Human” because it might prove that some traces of the Non-Mutated Human Genes, is still within the Monsters.

and could result in a Human Baby being born in some Monster Families.

it might skip some generations, but if I had to explain it in another way.

it be like a married monster couple are expecting a child and are very faithful to each other and never cheated.

but when their child is born, they don’t look like a monster or look like them at all, the child they have looks like a Human.

then the monster couple find out the reason why this happen, was because of the whole Modern Monsters and Modern Humans, are both Descendants of Ancient Humans, that broke into Two Groups.

one being overexposed by a powerful magic that would slightly rewrite them and transform them into what is known as “monsters”

and the other humans, would possibility still have magic but not have been overexposed and transformed into “monsters” like the other Ancient Humans in Undertale/Deltarune.

so that makes me believe that Kris from Deltarune

is the biological child of Asgore and Toriel

and is biological younger siblings of Asriel in Deltarune.

anyway I will sign back on later, but right now I need to grab something to eat.

oh and guess what? it turns out that Moxxie from Helluva Boss and Zim from Invader Zim, DO SHARE THE SAME VOICE ACTOR.

it made me so happy to find that out, I had did a fan art about it.

I hope that there will be a new series of Invader Zim

perhaps it would be best if it was only shown on Netflix.

cause you know how Nickelodeon is...it’s still good, but there are some things about it that can become unfair at times.

anyway gonna go grab some food now.

see ya later and stay safe everybody.

PS:

I notice I had made a mistake, of course I didn’t notice this until hours later...but yeah I had mistakenly classified The Archangels as The Middle Order, when really they are part of the Lowest Order.

and even though this post was only suppose to talk about the whole rank thing, I did end up talking about some other stuff too that was really off topic, like with that theory about the monsters and humans from Undertale and Deltarune.

or like that nightmare I had that end up scaring me awake.

I only signed back in, to fix the mistake I did on this.

and if I have to try to explain again about the whole ring of Solomon, needing to put away, I will.

you see, I think that ring might of corrupted him.

and if that is true, that he fell from grace.

then it might be because the power got into his head

and it corrupted him, so if that ring is in a museum or wherever it is.

or like it is still lost and not found at all yet.

then it should be placed in a box with some kind of seals around it.

and never be open again, because it is dangerous, even in mortal hands.

the other option I thought of, was the whole destroying that ring.

but that might be a bad idea, so just locking it away in a box that can suppress the ring’s power, could be the best thing.

anyway like I said I only signed back on here to fix the mistakes I didn’t catch until now.

I’m sleepy now, so I’m going to go now.

oh one more thing, I really hope some of you understand my feelings of noticing there being some corruption in the Christianity.

even though there are still some good people in there, but there are still some others that have a twisted view, like that lady who had that prejudice view of Sans. I mean not all fans or other people have to like Sans, but the way she disliked him was....

not good and it puts a bad image in the Christian Religion.

sorry, I should just call this whole post and the editing of it, finished.

so see ya and once more, stay safe everybody.

(and sorry for some Grammar Errors...)

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arizonagirldiary · 6 years ago

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Letter from Birmingham Jail

~Martin Luther King, Jr.

King’s famous “Letter from Birmingham Jail,” published in The Atlantic as “The Negro Is Your Brother,” was written in response to a public statement of concern and caution issued by eight white religious leaders of the South. It stands as one of the classic documents of the civil rights movement.

I share with you this excerpt:

“While confined here in the Birmingham city jail, I came across your recent statement calling our present activities “unwise and untimely.” Seldom, if ever, do I pause to answer criticism of my work and ideas. If I sought to answer all of the criticisms that cross my desk, my secretaries would be engaged in little else in the course of the day, and I would have no time for constructive work. But since I feel that you are men of genuine good will and your criticisms are sincerely set forth, I would like to answer your statement in what I hope will be patient and reasonable terms.

I think I should give the reason for my being in Birmingham, since you have been influenced by the argument of “outsiders coming in”

I am in Birmingham because injustice is here …I am cognizant of the interrelatedness of all communities and states. I cannot sit idly by in Atlanta and not be concerned about what happens in Birmingham. Injustice anywhere is a threat to justice everywhere. We are caught in an inescapable network of mutuality, tied in a single garment of destiny. Whatever affects one directly affects all indirectly. Never again can we afford to live with the narrow, provincial “outside agitator” idea. Anyone who lives inside the United States can never be considered an outsider…

We have waited for more than three hundred and forty years for our God-given and constitutional rights. The nations of Asia and Africa are moving with jetlike speed toward the goal of political independence, and we still creep at horse-and-buggy pace toward the gaining of a cup of coffee at a lunch counter. I guess it is easy for those who have never felt the stinging darts of segregation to say “wait.” But when you have seen vicious mobs lynch your mothers and fathers at will and drown your sisters and brothers at whim; when you have seen hate-filled policemen curse, kick, brutalize, and even kill your black brothers and sisters with impunity; when you see the vast majority of your twenty million Negro brothers smothering in an airtight cage of poverty in the midst of an affluent society; when you suddenly find your tongue twisted and your speech stammering as you seek to explain to your six-year-old daughter why she cannot go to the public amusement park that has just been advertised on television, and see tears welling up in her little eyes when she is told that Funtown is closed to colored children, and see the depressing clouds of inferiority begin to form in her little mental sky, and see her begin to distort her little personality by unconsciously developing a bitterness toward white people; when you have to concoct an answer for a five-year-old son asking in agonizing pathos, “Daddy, why do white people treat colored people so mean?”; when you take a cross-country drive and find it necessary to sleep night after night in the uncomfortable corners of your automobile because no motel will accept you; when you are humiliated day in and day out by nagging signs reading “white” and “colored”; when your first name becomes “nigger” and your middle name becomes “boy” (however old you are) and your last name becomes “John,” and when your wife and mother are never given the respected title “Mrs.”; when you are harried by day and haunted by night by the fact that you are a Negro, living constantly at tiptoe stance, never quite knowing what to expect next, and plagued with inner fears and outer resentments; when you are forever fighting a degenerating sense of “nobodyness”–then you will understand why we find it difficult to wait. There comes a time when the cup of endurance runs over and men are no longer willing to be plunged into an abyss of injustice where they experience the bleakness of corroding despair. I hope, sirs, you can understand our legitimate and unavoidable impatience…

Now, what is the difference between the two? How does one determine when a law is just or unjust? A just law is a man-made code that squares with the moral law, or the law of God. An unjust law is a code that is out of harmony with the moral law. To put it in the terms of St. Thomas Aquinas, an unjust law is a human law that is not rooted in eternal and natural law. Any law that uplifts human personality is just. Any law that degrades human personality is unjust. All segregation statutes are unjust because segregation distorts the soul and damages the personality…

There are some instances when a law is just on its face and unjust in its application. For instance, I was arrested Friday on a charge of parading without a permit. Now, there is nothing wrong with an ordinance which requires a permit for a parade, but when the ordinance is used to preserve segregation and to deny citizens the First Amendment privilege of peaceful assembly and peaceful protest, then it becomes unjust.

Of course, there is nothing new about this kind of civil disobedience. It was seen sublimely in the refusal of Shadrach, Meshach, and Abednego to obey the laws of Nebuchadnezzar because a higher moral law was involved. It was practiced superbly by the early Christians, who were willing to face hungry lions and the excruciating pain of chopping blocks before submitting to certain unjust laws of the Roman Empire. To a degree, academic freedom is a reality today because Socrates practiced civil disobedience.

We can never forget that everything Hitler did in Germany was “legal” and everything the Hungarian freedom fighters did in Hungary was “illegal.” It was “illegal” to aid and comfort a Jew in Hitler’s Germany. But I am sure that if I had lived in Germany during that time, I would have aided and comforted my Jewish brothers even though it was illegal. If I lived in a Communist country today where certain principles dear to the Christian faith are suppressed, I believe I would openly advocate disobeying these anti-religious laws…

I have no fear about the outcome of our struggle in Birmingham, even if our motives are presently misunderstood. We will reach the goal of freedom in Birmingham and all over the nation, because the goal of America is freedom. Abused and scorned though we may be, our destiny is tied up with the destiny of America. Before the Pilgrims landed at Plymouth, we were here. Before the pen of Jefferson scratched across the pages of history the majestic word of the Declaration of Independence, we were here …If the inexpressible cruelties of slavery could not stop us, the opposition we now face will surely fail. We will win our freedom because the sacred heritage of our nation and the eternal will of God are embodied in our echoing demands…

Never before have I written a letter this long–or should I say a book? I’m afraid that it is much too long to take your precious time. I can assure you that it would have been much shorter if I had been writing from a comfortable desk, but what else is there to do when you are alone for days in the dull monotony of a narrow jail cell other than write long letters, think strange thoughts, and pray long prayers?

If I have said anything in this letter that is an understatement of the truth and is indicative of an unreasonable impatience, I beg you to forgive me. If I have said anything in this letter that is an overstatement of the truth and is indicative of my having a patience that makes me patient with anything less than brotherhood, I beg God to forgive me.“

Yours for the cause of Peace and Brotherhood,

MARTIN LUTHER KING, Jr.

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An Elusive Peace, Chapter 12

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Summary: For Hamilton and Eliza, peace was supposed to mark the end to their separation and the beginning of domestic bliss. But Hamilton's ambition and the challenges facing the new nation quickly interfere. Happily ever after may not be as easy to attain as they once hoped.

Stress and insecurity weigh heavily on Hamilton...

February 1791

“If we were to gift France such a benefit, especially one not called for in the treaty, as we both agree, where would we get the funds to offset the expected income?” Hamilton argued to John Adams and Thomas Jefferson, using his fork to emphasis his point. “Retiring the public debt requires income, and exempting one of our largest trading partners from the tonnage tax would put a sizable hole in the nation’s pocket.”1

Jefferson frowned and raised his wine glass to his lips. Where Hamilton expected a rebuttal, only a long silence followed. Hamilton swallowed down the inclination to say more, conscious not to give too much away.

“As trustees of the sinking fund, I do believe we must heed Mr. Hamilton’s advice on this account, Thomas,” Adams responded finally. “Congress has tasked us with reducing the public debt, and an exemption for France would run counter to that duty.”

Jefferson gave a noncommittal nod, which seemed to signal less his acquiescence to their arguments, and more a desire to move on to a new topic. They’d assembled at Mr. Jefferson’s new Philadelphia lodgings to discuss the sinking fund, specifically, however, and the three men had little else about which to converse. Given what a wily opponent Jefferson had proven himself to be over the past year, Hamilton had little desire to share current news or plans.

The sound of cutlery scraping against fine china seemed unusually loud in the awkward silence that followed. Adams turned his attention to his plate, slicing the cut of beef before him with great concentration. Jefferson’s gaze focused straight ahead on the window, unfazed by the tense moment where Hamilton would have been scrambling for a topic of conversation were he the host of this gathering.

Eliza never would have let such a tense silence endure.

Hamilton wished she were with him.

“I suppose congratulations are in order, Mr. Hamilton,” Adams remarked. “For the passage of your banking bill. President Washington signed it today, did he not?”

Jefferson’s jaw tensed noticeably. When Adams raised a glass to him, Jefferson pointedly set his down upon the table. Hamilton fought a vindictive smile as he replied, “He did. Thank you, Mr. Vice President.”

Not without a hard won fight, however. Jefferson and Jemmy had collaborated against him, filling the President’s mind with doubts over the constitutionality of the National Bank. His mind still felt fuzzy from the sleepless nights he’d spent crafting his defense. Eliza, bless her, had stayed at his side that last night, when he’d despaired of ever finishing. She’d copied the pages he’d scribbled and scratched over, her boundless optimism a beacon in the churning sea of his thoughts. What would he do without her, his darling angel?2

“I did my utmost to keep harmony in the Senate during that debate,” Adams continued. “I trust you know best, Mr. Hamilton, though I confess I do sympathize with the position of our more Southern colleagues. The bank will surely benefit the North far more than the South. Not to mention the money men who shall make out best are, in my estimation, little better than swindlers and thieves.”

Now Hamilton’s jaw tensed.

“What America surely needs is less banks and more farmers,” Jefferson agreed. “Financial speculation will never yield the virtuous citizenry a republic requires to function. Cities and industry provide just so much to the support of pure government as sores do to the strength of the human body.3 Our farms are the bastion of a free society.”

One of Jefferson’s servants paused beside him to refill his wine glass as he spoke. Hamilton’s gaze drifted up to the enslaved man, whose face was fixed into a blank expression of placid obedience. Had he choked down a derisive laugh at that statement? Hamilton wondered.

The South was as much a bastion of free society as Saint Croix, he badly wanted to retort. The plantation systems that flourished in societies arranged around cash crops were the very antithesis of a republic, which was meant to be organized around merit. How well he remembered the violence and cruelty that abounded on the plantations, and the rigid hierarchy that ruined his father and would have condemned him to the groveling state of a clerk for the rest of his days. Was that truly Jefferson’s ideal? Or was he simply blind to the failings of a system that had gifted him so much privilege?

“I’ve not found that to be so,” Hamilton settled on as the most diplomatic reply. “I think, rather, that a diverse economy is the best way to open the door to all, that each may have the opportunity to rise above the disadvantages of his birth and command the tribute due to his merit.”4 That’s what he was working towards, the vision he conjured when his eyes blurred in the wee hours of the morning as he reviewed endless contracts, tables, and charts.

Jefferson frowned again. Another noncommittal nod followed, signaling the end of the topic. How maddening it was, to debate with a man who refused to argue his position.

Another tense silence filled the room.

Hunting for a new point of conversation, anything less controversial to carry them through to the end of this interminable meal, Hamilton’s eyes landed on the portraits of three men Jefferson had hanging in his dining room. Bacon, Newton, and Locke, he identified. Surely science and philosophy would be safer ground than their competing political visions?

“Pray tell me, Mr. Jefferson, why you have the portraits of those particular three gentleman displayed?” he inquired, pasting on a smile.

Jefferson cleared his throat and launched into what could only be described as a lecture, and a dry one at that.

Hamilton pushed a green bean through the sauce on his plate idly. The food was delicious—Jefferson’s meals always were, his dinners like pomegranate seeds meant to trap the unwary into perpetually returning to his lair—but he found he had little appetite. All the late hours and opulent dinners had been taking a toll on his waistline, such that he’d had to have his breeches let out last month. Angelica’s latest letter had been proof that his expanding girth had not gone unnoticed.

He’d known something was off when Eliza refused to share Angelica’s latest letter with him. Regardless of to whom the letter was addressed, the first to lay hand on it always read it aloud for the benefit of the other. This time, however, Eliza had stuffed it into her sewing kit and put him off whenever he inquired about it.

“It’s silly, girlish nonsense,” Eliza had argued, patting him on the cheek fondly. “Nothing that would interest you.”

On the contrary, having it hidden away from him interested him greatly in the contents. He’d sneaked it out from under a pair of Pip’s socks when she’d had her back turned and cast his eyes over his dear friend's words. “…[O]ur dear Hamilton writes too much and takes no exercise and grows too fat. I hate both the words and the thing and you will take care of his health and good looks. Why, I shall find him on my return a dull, heavy fellow.”5

“Please don’t give it a moment’s thought. You look wonderful, sweetheart. Very handsome,” Eliza had tried to console him.

He’d taken pains to restrict his diet ever since, nonetheless.

“Wouldn’t you agree, Mr. Hamilton?”

He blinked and refocused on Jefferson, who had fixed him with his intense, studying gaze. Apparently the great Professor had come to the end of his lesson. “I’m sorry, Mr. Jefferson,” he apologized, shifting in his seat. “I’m afraid I was miles away.”

“Do you agree that Bacon, Newton, and Locke are the three greatest men who ever lived?” Jefferson repeated for him.

A bold claim. He didn’t disagree, really. But he wanted to, if for no other reason than to throw Jefferson off guard.

A long ago, late night flashed through his memory, a campfire crackling while he, Lafayette, Laurens, and Mac had huddled round. “Why does Alexander get to be great?” Jack had asked to no one in particular.

“I’m not great; I’m just better than you,” Hamilton had jested. Jack had elbowed him in the ribs.

“I mean it. Why do we call him Alexander the Great? Who determines which men will have fame that lasts through the centuries? His deeds weren’t necessarily noble; he didn’t fight for freedom or justice. Just conquest.”

Jack had worried about that frequently. Fame. Glory. A name that would be remembered throughout history; remembered for the right reasons.

“The same reason Caesar is remembered. They were conquerors. Heroes in their own time,” Lafayette had observed with a careless shrug.

“You think we’ll be the conquering heroes of our time?” Jack had asked, looking at him.

“You two? Of course. Our very own Caesar and Alexander,” Mac had interjected.6

A smile tugged at Hamilton’s lips as the memory washed over him. He longed for the simple camaraderie of the war, when the enemy was clear and the goal unquestioned. Oh, what better answer could he give?

Arranging his features into a serious expression, he replied, “The greatest man who ever lived was Julius Caesar.”7

The utter shock on Jefferson’s face forced Hamilton to cover his mouth with his napkin, feigning a cough to cover the his laughter. He’d pay for making such a comment, of that he had no doubt. Oh, but the expression on the unflappable Virginian’s face made it so very worth it.

A moan of relief fell from his lips as he closed the door to the house on Third Street that he and Eliza had picked out last August. He thought he’d never be able to leave that dining room. Any time spent with Jefferson always seemed to leave him with a merciless headache and the desire to sleep for days on end.

“Dinner went well, then?” Eliza queried, watching him from the entryway to the parlor with a teasing smile.

“I can’t stand him,” Hamilton groaned as he shrugged out of his winter coat. “He barely speaks. It’s impossible to win an argument when all he does is listen to my side, then change the subject. What’s the point of even meeting with him?”

“Well, as long as we don’t need to move cities again, I’d consider it a win.”

His face fell. He knew she was angry about having to leave New York, their home and their friends, as part of his concession to pass assumption of the debt, but he hadn’t expected her to raise that now. The comment had clearly come off more barbed than she’d intended, because her expression softened, and she swept over to kiss him softly.

“Do you want some tea?” she offered. Her hands massaged his shoulders gently. “Sarah brought up a fresh pot.”

“I have more work to do. Now that the lighthouse at Cape Henry is authorized—”

“Come sit for a few minutes,” she insisted. Her lips touched his again, soft and light as a butterfly’s wing. “Pip finished his theme a few minutes ago. He’s eager to show you.”

He gave in and followed her into the parlor. Pip was writing at his little desk, his face scrunched up with concentration as he wrote in his composition book. Alex and Jamie appeared to be fighting for control of the rocking horse, while Fanny and Angelica sat on the sofa, little fingers occupied with sewing circles. When he’d settled on the sofa beside the girls, Pip bounded over, thrusting the theme book into his hands.

“I finished, Papa,” Pip announced proudly.

Eliza poured a cup of tea for him as he opened the book to the latest page. Pip’s writing was crooked and just a touch too large, but he could tell his son had put thought into the answer to the question he’d set him this morning. He smiled encouragingly when he glanced up, and saw Pip’s chest puff out with pride.

“Do you want a tart, honey?” Eliza offered. “They’re cherry. Your favorite.”

“No, thank you,” he refused. She kept making him little treats like that, trying to tempt him to indulge himself. She felt unreasonably guilty for Angelica’s letter, he knew, but giving him desserts was hardly going to undo the truth of her sister’s words. When she frowned in disappointment, he pleaded, “As much as I love your tarts, my angel, I’m quite stuffed from Mr. Jefferson’s dinner.”

“I want a tart, Mama,” Alex piped in, abandoning his wrestling match with his little brother in hopes of a treat. Eliza smiled indulgently, and placed one of the treats on a plate for him.

When Alex was settled, she brought over the teacup for him and sat on his other side, her hand rubbing up along his arm and resting on his shoulder, her fingers tangling unconsciously in his hair. The tension in his shoulders loosened at the affectionate gesture. He loved when she played with his hair.

Time in the loving embrace of his family seemed to fly by with a speed incongruous with the pace it had taken while he’d been at Jefferson’s lodgings. After Eliza finished plying him with tea, he knelt down on the floor to play with the boys. Fanny and Angelica were both quick to abandon their sewing when they saw a chance for a piggy back ride, and soon he was rolling around with his little ones, thoughts of Jefferson and his political intrigue far away.

Eliza had a great knack for knowing when he was about to excuse himself to return to work. The very moment the thought of the contracts on his desk crossed his mind, she immediately rose. “All right, children, time to go upstairs and start readying for bed. Papa and I are going to take our evening constitutional.”

He sighed. “Betsey, I really must—”

“It’s important for your health that you exercise.”

He touched a hand to his stomach self-consciously, the statement conjuring Angelica’s words all over again. As Eliza ushered the children towards the stairs, she paused beside him and whispered, “It’s my only time alone with you.” She smiled, and looked perfectly sincere; still, he couldn’t help wondering if that was the only reason she wanted him to take the evening walk.

As they set out into the brisk winter air towards Walnut Street, Eliza tucked her arm around his. “I feel like we never see each other anymore,” she remarked. “It’s even worse than usual, since we moved to Philadelphia.”

“I know,” he agreed. “I’ve only just begun to set the nation on a more solid financial footing. There’s so much left to do. And between Madison and Jefferson, I can hardly keep up with all the plots to undo the work I’ve already done.”

Eliza squeezed his arm comfortingly. “You’ll manage.”

“I hope so.” If he failed, economic collapse and the ruin of the nation were sure to follow. After a beat, he added, “You sleeping in a separate room is hardly helping.”

“I’m not sleeping in a separate room,” she said. “I’ve just been comforting Fanny. I try to give you time to fall asleep before I come back, so I won’t disturb you. You need your rest.”

“You’re never there when I go to sleep.” His voice carried more bitterness than he’d intended. He wasn’t angry with her, not at all, but he did miss her desperately.

He could actually hear her lips thinning in response, he’d swear to it. “Fanny’s nightmares keep getting worse. What would you have me do? Leave her weeping in her bed so you won’t be lonely?”

Guilt swept over him. Their poor little girl had been suffering acutely from nightmares ever since they’d broken word to her of her father’s death. He doubted she even remembered Edward Antil; although they’d been honest with her from her earliest days about her parentage, she’d never wavered from referring to them as Mama and Papa. As gentle and reassuring as they’d tried to be, though, the concept of a parent dying appeared to have had a profound effect on her.

“Of course not.”

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to snap at you.” She sighed, and added, “I’m just really tired.”

“Me, too.” They shared a weak smile in the orange glow of the streetlamps. “I love you, Betsey.”

“I love you, too,” she said, leaning her head against his shoulder.

They continued strolling along the street in companionable quiet for a time.

“I saw Mrs. Washington today,” Eliza commented suddenly. Her voice had the particular quality it always acquired when she meant something to sound casual and airy, but it in fact had more significance. “She’s encouraging Angelica and Fanny to sign up for dance lessons with Nelly.”

“That sounds nice,” he replied, tense, waiting for the other shoe to drop.

“It’s rather…expensive.”

Ah. Money. The ever sensitive topic.

“You know our finances better than I do at this point, my dearest,” he said honestly. She’d taken over care of the finances before they’d left New York. He’d hardly even look at their account books recently. “If you think we can afford it.…”

“Pip and the girls all need new clothes,” she added. Her voice began to sound strained. “The rent is higher here in Philadelphia, as is the grocer bill. And you keep talking about sending Pip to boarding school this year. He’ll need clothes, and books, and money for room and board, not to mention the cost of the school itself.”

He frowned.

“I’m…worried, Alexander.”

“We’ll figure it out,” he tried to reassure her.

“I’m doing my best, but I can only juggle so much when the income just isn’t there. The way you spend money….”

Defensiveness flared up within him. “Didn’t you have the dress you’re wearing made at the tailors this month?”

“Yes, but—”

“It’s not just me spending money, is it?”

“Don’t cross examine me, Alexander,” she snapped. After a deep breath, she continued more calmly, “I’m not trying to attack you, honey. I’m just telling you that we need more money. I could talk to my father?”

“No.” His refusal was immediate. “No. I’ll…I’ll figure something out.”

“Like what?”

“I’ll consult on legal cases,” he suggested. Even the thought of it made him want to curl up and weep—he hardly had time to sleep as it was—but if his family required more money, he’d need to do what was necessary to provide it for them. “Reviewing appeal documents, perhaps. Nothing that could cause a conflict of interest with my current position.”

“Honey,” she sounded concerned. “You don’t have the time to take on legal work on top of your Treasury post.”

“If we need money, I’ll make more money. That’s my job.”

“That’s your job for the entire country.” She stretched up to kiss his cheek. “You know Papa would be happy to help if you’d let him.”

“I promised to provide for you and our family when I married you, and I intend to see that through.”

She shook her head at him. “Never mind. Forget I mentioned it. We can economize. We’ll manage. We always manage.”

“I’ll look into taking on a few cases.” He dropped a kiss onto her head to settled the discussion. He hated that the only time they managed to eke out with each other, they spent arguing about money. He’d do anything, work as much as he needed to, so long as he had her by his side. “Would you try to come to bed tonight?”

“I’ll do my best,” she promised.

Later, much later, when he’d finally finished reviewing the most pressing documents in his briefcase, he managed to drag himself to bed and was delighted to see Eliza waiting up for him. He slipped into a nightshirt and crawled into bed beside her. “Hello, my darling angel.”

Her brow was furrowed. “Why did you change in the dressing room?”

“Isn’t that what it’s for?”

“You’re still sensitive about what Angelica said.” She didn’t phrase it as a question.

“It’s not what she said. It’s that it’s true. Look at me, I’m growing round as a pumpkin.”

She smiled up at him and wrapped her arms around his waist. “I like it. You’re less bony; much more cuddly.”

“What every man wants to hear,” he commented. She nuzzled her nose against his neck and squeezed him tight, though, and he couldn’t help chuckling. He rolled over, partially on top of her, intent on kissing her properly.

“Careful. You might crush me,” she teased, expelling an exaggerated breath around a laugh.

“Too soon. Not funny,” he insisted, crushing their lips together. He was smiling, though, properly smiling.

“Mama!” Fanny’s scream carried all the way across the house.

He groaned.

Her eyes held an apology as she pushed him away. “I’m sorry, sweetheart.”

“It’s fine,” he assured her. “She needs you. Go.”

She pulled on her dressing gown and hurried from the room, while he rolled over in bed and stared up the canopy. Without Eliza beside him, his mind raced with all that needed doing. The comfort and relaxation he'd felt moments before seemed to disappear with her. He drummed his hands on his chest absently, then sat up.

Well, he may as well get some work done.

1. See Hamilton to Jefferson, 11 January 1791 2. Eliza Hamilton interview with Benton J. Lossing, 1848. 3. Elkins and McKitrick, The Age of Federalism, p. 195 4. Paraphrase from Federalist No. 36. 5. Angelica Church to Eliza Hamilton, April 1792—I adjusted this letter up a year to play up Hamilton's insecurities more. 6. Robbins, “James McHenry, Forgotten Federalist,” p. 67: Embracing Laurens after the battle of Yorktown, McHenry supposedly queried, “Here is Caesar, but where is Alexander,” to which Laurens replied, “He is safe.” The fact that Laurens was teasingly referred to as here Caesar adds an interesting layer to the comments that follow. 7. The famous dinner party with Hamilton, Jefferson, and Madison has been covered so much recently, I thought I’d write about this one instead. Joanne Freeman tells this story in the most entertaining way in her American Revolution course (available on youtube and itunes, if you’re interested). Hamilton's comments about Caesar over a meal they shared were repeated by Jefferson for literally decades, but given that Hamilton never expressed any real admiration for Caesar anywhere else in his papers, it seems highly likely that Hamilton was messing with Jefferson (assuming, of course, Jefferson didn’t just make the whole interaction up).

#hamilton fanfic #alexander hamilton #eliza hamilton #hamliza #an elusive peace #thomas jefferson #john adams #fanny antil

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****diceheist’s elemental pantheon!

Everyone can worship anyone from this pantheon. Many will worship all of them and pray to a specific one for a specific need, or some will have a select few that they will always seek guidance from. These deities have existed since the beginning of time, and have commonly manifested themselves as mortals in order to interact with the world.

None of these representations are definite, there are different portrayals of the deities as other races or creatures.

***** individual desc

Daerran - (day - rahn) Deity of battle and its exhilaration. Followers love the thrill of the fight and often pride themselves on training their bodies for maximum efficiency in battle. Daerran is most commonly shown as an orcish man. He wears leather and iron with a fur cape, and he is the most excellent fighter known to the world. Both muscled and dextrous, he is referenced in every style of fighting developed. Alongside Rosavri, his blessing is also often sought for weaponry and armor.

Eroan - (eh - row - in)

Deity of the mind and its ability to learn. Followers want to learn as much knowledge as possible in their lives. Eroan is often depicted as a tall, elegant elf with black skin, gray eyes and high cheekbones. They are androgynous and wear pale robes, and have long, white hair that drapes over their shoulder. Most commonly worshipped by elves. Known for their intelligence and logic and willingness to share their knowledge with those around them. They appear often in order give advice and information to those who need it. However, they represent deception almost as much as they represent the truth.

Ineaen - (ih - nee - in) Deity of justice and mercy. Followers seek the truth in order establish guilt and innocence, always valuing justice in their hearts. Ineaen is often depicted as a human man with little emotion. He has pale skin, ice blue eyes and straight jet black hair that reaches his chest. His icon and blessing is often engraved in the walls of courts, and he represents justice.

Lotea - (low - tay - uh)

Deity of the afterlife. Followers want to live as fulfilling a life as possible so as to leave the material plane with no regrets. Lotea is normally depicted as a cloaked, gray figure. She often has her hood up, obscuring part of her face, and her sleeves reach far beyond the ends of her fingers. She has been depicted as many races, but most commonly remains ambiguous. She has appeared in person many times, often aiding those close to death to achieve peace in their hearts. However, she is often described as showing little emotion.

Moavan - (mow - uh - vin)

Deity of happiness and good feelings. Followers seek to enjoy life on a daily basis, often attending parties and drinking in merriment. Moavan is commonly portrayed as a halfling with light brown skin and hair in a braid. He places importance on maintaining healthy relationships with significant others, friends and family. He is also often sought for recalling certain memories, to remind people of happiness that they have forgotten.

Orann - (oh - rahn)

Deity of cycles and balance. Followers look to reincarnation after death and do what they can to uphold balance in the world. They value the passage of time. Orann’s depictions have varied among cultures and races, but there is no definite humanoid portrayal of them. The most common is a massive black bear with silver eyes. Few claim to have seen such a creature, but those who have expressed an overwhelming sense of admiration and intimidation. Orann is also often said to be in the everything around us, especially in the flow of time itself.

Rozavri - (row - zahv - ree)

Deity of guardians and emotion. Followers value emotion in their hearts and use it as a source of strength in order to protect those who cannot protect themselves. Rozavri is commonly depicted as a dwarven woman with dark skin and hazel eyes. She has curly dark hair underneath her steel helmet, and she often wears heavy armor with a rose emblazoned on the chest and shield. Her icon is commonly engraved on weaponry and armor, blessing those who fight to protect. She is known for her kindness and selflessness. Other depictions show her as a halfling. She is worshipped a fair amount among all races, most commonly humans and dwarves.

Tirrath - (tea - wrath)

Deity of chaos and freedom. Followers embrace the idea of freedom and are often nomadic. They can be wild and untamed, and extremists will often escalate tensions to induce war. Clashing is required to balance the peace like chaos is needed to counter order, and will always help to bring about change. Tirrath is most commonly shown to be a tiefling with large curled horns and a red-gold color scheme. Most people pray to them to gain confidence and courage. Tirrath’s emotions are always intense, but is most commonly noted to spread exhilaration alongside freedom.

Trandel - (tran - dell)

Deity of growth and rebirth. Followers find comfort in the natural world and seek to establish connections with its inhabitants. Trandel is usually depicted as a small forest gnome with olive skin and wavy black hair. He always appears to be wreathed in flowers and leaves that weave through his hair and clothes. He is quiet but kind and is in harmony with animals of all types. He is often said to have been born from a magical tree, and now protects the natural world and its inhabitants.

Viael - (vee - ale) Deity of evolution and redemption. Followers are often those who had strayed from their paths and now seek to redeem themselves. They often are the most humble and merciful, and find comfort in the natural world. Viael is usually portrayed as a dragonborn with gray-blue scales. She represents the idea of redemption, and believes that anyone can change. People come to her in order to change themselves. She also represents the progress that people make in society, in regards to technological and social advancement. She is shown to be very kind and open.

#dungeons and dragons #dnd #d&d #pantheon #fantasy #heist gm stuff #elemental pantheon #heist arts

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