#tobias has no mercy on us

[ghoulchapel]

don’t take him on road trips. he Will poop all over the seat

[kooldewd123]

so there's a big element of the david trilogy that felt really apparent to me as i was reading it that i haven't seen anyone else discuss before. these books, especially 22, really feel like a critique of censorship in children's media. i mean, it's a common joke how network censors give us stuff like the shadow world in yu-gi-oh, where it's apparently more humane to trap people in a dimension of eternal torment rather than just allowing people to die on a kid's show. animorphs takes that concept and runs with it. david gets sent to the shadow realm instead of being killed, and those two hours of screams are just as much torture for rachel as they are for david. when he eventually comes back, he's begging for death because at least the comfort of an end would be more merciful than a life of constant agony.

and the idea that it's better for our protagonists not to become killers falls apart instantly when you take a step back. just look at how everyone acts throughout this arc. this is rachel at her most violent, jake at his most utilitarian, cassie at her most calculating, and marco at his most paranoid (ax and tobias get off a bit lighter, largely due to not getting their own narration). it's hard to argue that the choice not to kill david makes them look good when the three books preceding the decision have them all at their worst. in fact, it's especially bad seeing it play out through rachel's eyes. the entire book, she's been both raring to kill david while also afraid of being seen as a killer. it's clear that sending david to the shadow realm does not actually resolve this. she's just repressing it, bottling it all up for later so that she can take that pent-up anger at david and direct it at some poor yeerk instead. and let's dive into that for a second...

sure, it's fine to have our characters mow down alien monsters, but a human is where they draw the line, right? because even though the aliens are also portrayed as having their own thoughts and desires, and many of them are just innocent bystanders caught up in all this, they're not people, and so it's fine to kill them, as far as the censors as concerned (to be clear here, i'm not saying animorphs was necessarily censored in particular. i'm saying this as a critique of the censors around children's media as a whole). but then when you look at david's killing spree in comparison, it ends up becoming both a dark reflection of the animorphs and and a weird stand-in for the censors. he'd never kill another human, but he has no qualms about taking out a hawk or a tiger (never mind the fact that they're still human inside). it's all about appearances, not the truth of the matter.

appearances are all that the censors really care about. sure, you can try to discuss serious topics, but it needs to be hidden behind metaphor and euphemism. there's one line in particular that really stood out to me and got me down this whole line of thinking. after david "kills" tobias and nearly kills jake, rachel says this:

I was going to hunt him down and destroy him. No, not destroy. That was a weasel world. Vague, meaningless. I was going to kill him.

i don't know how to read this line other than as a specific callout of every censor that won't let creatives use the word "kill." every '90s superhero cartoon insisted their heroes were going to "destroy" their villains, but rachel animorphs is going to kill david.

[x-liv25-jamieswife]

ok so here are my thoughts on the first three chapters and the prologue of tgg (and like the two other chapters we got before)

don't read if you don't wanna hear criticism on lyra, other characters, and stuff. these are my opinions and you can have your own (obviously)

also, i just want to say that my opinions will definitely change as a i read the book. this is based off of what we know now (which isn't much).

also i counted the amount of chapters for each character. lyra has 31. gigi has 28, and rohan has 24 (25 with the prologue). there's an epilogue called the watcher who i'm pretty sure is eve (and probably sets up book 2)

ok. i'll split this into parts so it makes more sense

lyra: most people here seem to love lyra, but i honestly don't think she's anything special (so far). she seems to be a mix of avery, grayson, and jameson. her inner monologue resembles avery, her coping mechanism (running) is similar to grayson's, and the fact that she showed up at school in pajamas and went to a class she wasn't even enrolled in gives off jameson vibes (the jameson vibes are not as strong as grayson and avery but they're still there). i do find her backstory interesting, and i'd like to learn more about it. i also find her acing a test for a class she didn't attend weird. it was only 10 questions but why? her attachment to numbers isn't weird, but for her to be able to detect a pattern in an test is kind of excessive in my opinion. i get that jlb probably wrote her this way so that she's able to play the game, but, idk, i honestly don't know how to feel about it (all ik is that im a bit iffy about it. avery acing a test made sense. she attended the class and studied really hard for it, but for lyra to just randomly ace an exam for a class she doesn't even attend just seems a bit random). i did like the scene where she throws a ball at her catcaller's face.

she's not a bad character, per se, and we literally know next to nothing about her character so its not that i don't like her, its just that, so far, she seems to be like every single other jlb main character (avery, cassie, etc). this literally goes for the other characters (gigi and rohan). don't get me wrong, avery is my favorite character and if lyra is anything like her, i think i'll like her. i just wish lyra wasn't a copy paste of avery.

oh, and, idk why, but thought her having a little brother was kind of cute (especially if he's really young, i'd like to read about their dynamic). her being a dancer is also nice.

i do hope lyra and avery become good friends. i think they have a lot in common (the hawthornes ruined (or tried to ruin) their lives (tobias giving avery the fortune knowing she might die, using her, skye trying to get her killed, etc), they seem to think similarly, etc) and could really hit it off. avery also needs friends who aren't trying to get her killed (*cough* rebecca and thea *cough*)

its really late, and i have more thoughts on lyra but i can't seem to put them into words so ill make another post someday.

rohan:

rohan seems very similar to grayson and jameson. in tbh, he seemed to be more like jameson, but, reading from his pov, his inner monologue is clearly more similar to grayson's (at least from what i remember, i read the chapters a while ago). im glad that he's not an exact copy paste of another character and at least a little different. after what we got from tbh, i expected him to be a jameson 2.0.

i'm glad we now know his motives and why he's participating in the game. also, i think its crazy he's been in the devils mercy since he was 5. he probably hasn't been training since he was five, but i still find this interesting. im excited to read more about his childhood. where exactly are his parents?

i don't have many thoughts on him. im still kinda disappointed he's similar to jameson and grayson, but i was sort of expecting it so it wasn't like what i felt with lyra. anyways, i think i'll like his character. i'm especially excited to read more about his childhood.

gigi:

ik she's similar to xander, but i've liked her ever since i read tbh. im still disappointed (like with lyra and rohan) about her being like xander, but i've come to terms with it. she seems really sweet and kind-hearted (a bit like sloane from the naturals whom i love). she's definitely not my favorite (that title goes to avery), but i do really enjoy her. some people find her character annoying, but i don't think so. i'm really want to read more about her (just like the other characters).

i don't think all of her chapters will be similar to the one we got bc i remember a scene in tbh where grayson said smth like 'maybe she isn't happy all the time' after seeing her a little sad (or maybe she's the one that mentioned not being happy all the time. idk i just remember a scene that mentioned that gigi isn't always happy). i doubt that all of her chapters will be like the one we got bc of this, but i might be wrong. if they are all like that, i dont think itll get too annoying bc we have rohan and lyra chapters in between hers. anways, ik i'll like her in tgg (bc i liked her in tbh even though sometimes she made me cringe)

final thoughts:

i think i'll like tgg (i liked all of the jlb books ive read so far). i'm a bit disappointed that the characters are so similar to some that we already have but i think i'll get over it. i do think that it is safe to say that, bc of this, tgg won't take tig's spot as one of my all time fav contemporary books (i separate contemporary from fantasy and stuff bc it doesn't make sense to me how im supposed to rank books that are completely different) and none of the pov characters will replace avery as my fav (this is confirmed, i see so much of myself in avery and i read her books when i was at my lowest. no one will replace her). i am quite tired so this may not make sense or might be repetitive. i have some other thoughts, but im too tired to write them down.

[smfolklore]

Relentless. Part 2.

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Author's Note : I'm back! This is 1.4K Word's and I love it so I hope all of you do too! Let me know what else you would like to see and if you enjoyed this, please. I don't write smut very often so I'm scared LOL .

Synopsis : You taunt Tobias at Placebo. You end up on your knees, with a reminder from your boyfriend. Filthy smut I hope you love it!

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I gasp softly as my mouth slips from his.

His lips are soft and wet. His hand gripping my hair roughly and the other enveloping my ass as a way to keep my body pressed tightly to his.

I whine as I try to bring my lips to his and he holds me back by the firm hold he has on me. His words are rough, and his eyes are dark as he rasps out, “On your knees”.

A shiver travels the expanse of my spine and goosebumps explode across my skin as I mindlessly sink to the floor. 

This is what I wanted. To have him snap. He’s the epitome of a man that possesses self-control, so being capable of forcing him to lose that control is a pastime of mine. I love watching him lose himself in me.

My eyes don’t stray from his own as I begin to palm at him. My fingers tracing the fabric and lingering on the spots that elicit a gasp, exhale, or grunt from him. A smile curves up my mouth as I catch the arousing sound of his stuttered breath.

“Is this what you want?” My tone is playing innocently stupid.

It’s not until I feel his grip tighten and watch the glint of lust in his eyes expand that I decide to pull out his cock. My mouth is practically salivating as I watch him hiss at the sensitivity and I use this moment to gently kiss the tip, my lips puckered against it before softly taking it into my mouth.

I suck softly and listen to the gasp that befalls my ears. He’s so fucking hot when he’s desperate. I feel my cunt clenching at the mere sound of his soft grunts as I slowly take him further in, “Fuck baby, your mouth is incredible”.

I mewl in approval at the compliments slipping past his lips and I use it as encouragement, my lips tightening as I pull back and pop off of him. Before he can say anything, I spit softly onto his cock and use my palm to stroke the lubricant across his entire length. 

His breathing pattern has risen and his eyes are hooded as he watches me stroke his cock. His gaze is penetrating and it’s making my pussy wet beyond what I thought possible. I can see the filth in his eyes and it’s only exciting me for what’s to come.

I suck harshly on the tip of his length as I use my palm to stimulate the rest of his cock and I can’t help the pulsing of my clit as I listen to the sound of his rough grunting.

Tobias’s grip is tight as he enters a phase of frustration and overwhelming desire. I gasp wetly as he roughly entangles his fist within the long strands of my dark hair. With my chin directed up, my eyes snap to his, low and so turned on as I whine out in a petulant tone, “I want to make you come”.

An amused smirk curves up his lips.

My pussy clenches. Fuck he’s so hot.

I pucker my lips and kiss his cock softly before he’s yanking me away from his erection with a correcting tut, “Nuh-uh. I didn’t say I wanted to come yet, did I?”.

I narrow my eyes at him. He’s punishing me for the way that I relentlessly provoked him tonight and I want to internally yell; and then provoke him further. But I know that if I do, I’ll come out losing tonight, so I pout and give him what he’s looking for.

Submission.

I let my body relax into his hold, my chin tilted up so that I’m at his mercy with the steel grip he has on me. I soften my gaze and lightly whisper out, “No. You didn’t”.

He notches an eyebrow and the look on his face solely convey’s amusement and a hint of… satisfaction. His gaze settles on my lips, swollen and flushed, “Open your mouth”, he demand’s sternly.

Instinctively, I listen. My lips parting effortlessly, and my tongue rolling out with relative speed.

I watch the way that he utilizes his own grip to stroke his hard cock, the movement tight as it meets his tip, and loose as he meets the base. My eyes stay connected to the image in front of me and I have to stop myself from whining at the distaste of not being given permission to touch him the way that I so desperately want.

My cunt is so wet, and he can see the arousal in my gaze as he coos mockingly, “Are you wet, baby?”.

I mewl. My eyes are blown out and my agreement is fast as I nod, desperately trying to convey how fucking badly I need him to fuck me and his only response is a mocking, “Of course you are… this slutty little pussy would get wet only from sucking my cock. Wouldn’t it?”

I whimper loudly at his degrading phrase. My clit is pulsing with an incessant desire to come and I keep my gaze on his cock as I let slip a small, “Yes… Can I? Please?”.

His grin is full of satisfaction and it’s oozing from his tone as he lets his length slip into my mouth, and softly touch the back of it. I use all the knowledge that I have come to gather in my time with him and apply it in order to take the entirety of his length. I only know that I have when an unmistakable whimper escapes his slightly parted mouth.

The tip of my nose is pressed softly to the firm muscle of his abdomen as I take his cock all the way into my mouth and I swallow, once, pulling a choked gasp from him. My mind is spacy, and I only think of the man standing before me. His lips, his hands, his cock. He’s built like a wet-dream.

In an attempt to inhale more air, I suck harshly as I pull my lips back only to feel the vice-like hold that Tobias has on the nape of my neck. I’m only alarmed for a second before I’m embracing it, inhaling through my nose and fluttering my eyes closed. “Just like that…”.

Time is endless as I kneel in front of him, licking and sucking on his length. Listening to the filthy sound of his grunting, and the consistent wet slide that is the tight grip I have on him as I stroke his cock.

His thighs start to shake and his grip flips from the rough hold on the nape of my neck to a soft palm steering my mouth further down the length of his dick. I gag softly, my throat closing around the head of his cock, and I nod feverently and as best as I can when he gasps out, “Fuck, I’m coming! Oh… god. Such a perfect mouth”.

My clit is pulsing and I whine with my lips still softly sucking the tip of his cock, swallowing the thick pulses of come that he shot into my mouth. My eyes never abandon his as I do so, and I have a hazy grin on my lips as I pull away from him.

His chest is moving rapidly and he’s staring at me with lowered eyes, his face flushed and with a sheen of perspiration. 

A small smile slips onto my face and I can’t help the laugh that escapes me as I look up at him, the stern atmosphere that was there just a moment ago, now broken. “You came so hard”.

He grins tiredly and caresses his palm lightly on my cheek, his thumb coming into soft contact with my lip, “Yeah?”. I hum in response to his question, clenching my thighs together at the sound of his low remark.

His eyes darken within a second as he spots it and I fight to withhold the hitch in my breathing pattern as they meet my own.

I’m so fucked.

He hums, finding my inability to sit still amusing, and he mutters in finality as he softly caresses my lips with his thumb, “You will too, when I decide that you finally can”. My eyes show my alarm and this only encourages him, “You like taunting me? Like making me wait?”.

I swallow and sit still, letting his gaze consume me as I stay looking up at him from my position on my knees. “Have you forgotten who’s the student?”.

[riddles-n-games]

I don't know how my brain hasn't rotted yet but I had another thought on Rohan. Specifically him and Zella. At the end of the Game, when Jameson and his uncle returned from their little heart-to-heart, Rohan and Zella have a little bickering match. The duchess implies that she has been chosen by the Proprietor to run the Game the following year. Now, you can see that Rohan gets somewhat standoffish about that and Zella states that he isn't his boss's only choice. In this scene, I'm immediately taken back to The Inheritance Games when Grayson was butting heads with Avery after he found out she was his grandfather's heiress.

Throughout The Brothers Hawthorne, where Rohan is concerned, it's implied that he's the second in command, the Factotum, the unofficial heir apparent. However, the problem is, like Grayson, he was never actually named heir apparent officially and he was still being tested to prove his worth. Unlike Grayson, he did have competition to assert himself to that position and in fact, who knows if the Proprietor would have picked him as the sole heir anyways? His boss could have easily led him on, much like Tobias did to his own grandson.

Going back to Gray, let's be clear, I honestly don't think any of his brothers expressed a want for the inheritance money; Jameson was only riling him up, Nash said he wasn't after it, and Xander already had his millions worth in crypto. The only real people who would have any use of Gray inheriting would be his mother, mostly so she could rub it in Zara's face. The competition he faced as a child with his brothers were for different reasons and it was intended to make the boys be the best, but that doesn't automatically translate to the heir to the inheritance. It was more who was going to be known as the best Hawthorne which is what made the brothers so competition oriented. And let's be honest, Gray would have been a great leader but I think what Avery ended up doing with the money helped him view things differently.

Now, reverting to Rohan again, he kept acting as if he was in control of every situation (sound like someone we know?) and tried to appear as unaffected as possible. He also challenged when he felt in question of his position, much like Grayson interrogated Avery at every turn until she ultimately gained his respect. But, that's not what Rohan's going through and maybe Gray accepted where he was at and is slowly reconvening to a place where he can be in control of his future now that the original has been torn to shreds, however, the Factotum is still in a place of shifting power. He still holds a position and has the chance to get what he's working towards but still, that might not happen. This is what could be revealed as to how he gets into the Grandest Game.

As much as Rohan can be viewed as a mirror Jameson, he also shares a lot in common with Grayson and as you can see, their stories are very similar. I think that the reason we'll be getting him as a player in TGG is because he either set out to prove himself in a different way to the Proprietor or he set out to do this for himself because he knows his worth and can achieve more by winning this game. Maybe this is his moment to actually detach from the Devil's Mercy because he realized that it was never going to give him more even after all the time he spent there doing all he could to show he deserves the position. And isn't that something we can all relate to? It's scary letting go of what you've known for so long but knowing you've proved yourself even if others can't see that is sometimes enough to move on to something better, something more fulfilling.

[shihomiyanosbiggestfan]

I am convinced that Alice poisoned Tobias (probably using something related to wheat because Jamie mentioned that somewhere in the devils mercy ) and Katherine would definitely poison her husband ( if she has one) and Zella will DEF kill the duke 👀. Basically what I’m saying is that duchess Zella , Katherine , and our beautiful Alice Hawthorne would be besties.

[liennka]

Fromage - part II

Hannibal Lecter x Will's daughter/teen patient reader

Summary : When Y/n for once arrives early for her therapy, she ends up in a life-or-death situation... And she has to fight too (s1 e08)

-> Feel free to insert yourself instead :) This is my first story and I am open to any criticism (be nice pls).

I just wanted to say that I am not the owner of this show, but I did make this story, so don't copy it without my knowledge, thank you.

"And where do you think you are going?" he took a couple of steps to her side of the room. 

Hannibal couldn't stop him, feeling dizzy himself. Y/n opened the door, almost out of danger, but he had long legs and great range.

One second he was stretching out his hand, the next she was on the floor. His cord cutting across her cheek and neck. Y/n felt a searing pain, as if ten people slapped her at once, throwing her to the ground.

Tobias swung the wire again, aiming for her head. She dodged at the last second by ducking under the table, her blood stuck to her hair. Her sob was low, but Hannibal heard it. In a matter of heartbeats, he picked up a small sculpture and threw it at him. It hit Tobias's back and he crashed into the wooden door.

Hannibal had time to compose himself as he walked up to him and punched him in the face. Tobias got his jaw dislocated, but he still managed to boot Hannibal, swinging his string once more. It wrapped around Hannibal's hand, making a terrible sound similar to breaking bones.

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She wiped the blood from her cheek with her sleeve, feeling the deep gash every time she moved her facial muscles. Meanwhile, Tobias threw a tea table at Hannibal, destroying his favourite glass furniture. Enraged, Hannibal threw him over his other table in return. Y/n covered herself with her hands and curled up.

Tobias got hold of Hannibal's decorative knife and tried to stab him. Y/n crawled out the other side, picking up a shard of glass. And as he was about to stab Hannibal, she crept from his side and stabbed him in the shoulder. 

Tobias screamed, letting go of Hannibal and grabbing the back of her head, slamming her into a wooden cabinet.  Her vision went black and she passed out. Tobias stomped on her, but was stabbed by a pencil.

Focusing on Hannibal again, they made their way back to the ladder.

"You two are really annoying. When I kill you, I may use her guts, she seems to be a tough one," he grinned. 

Hannibal saw red, such rudeness was too much. He let Tobias punch him through the ladder and grabbed his arm, breaking it. Tobias could only scream and wave a knife, but a clean blow to the neck sent him to the ground. Hannibal pulled out a handkerchief so as not to leave any prints on the stag statue and proceeded to beat the shit out of him. 

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Y/n regained her consciousness as she felt Hannibal's hand cupping her face. 

"You were so reckless Mažasis, but you saved my life," He gently stroked her hair.

"You killed him," she breathed out in relief, "was that mercy?"

“Tobias?”

“Franklin.” 

“And what if it was not?” Hannibal cocked his head, clearly testing her.

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"If he was killed simply for living, may his death be kinder than man," she whispered, glancing to where his body was lying lazily. 

As she slowly pulled herself together, Hannibal called the FBI. 

"They're going to ask questions."

"So we answer them, from the bottom of our hearts," Y/n knew what he meant, she would have to lie. 

"Is my dad gone? "Y/n remembered what Tobias had said.

"I suppose so, but I hope not."

She began to cry, not caring that her blood mixed with her tears and made her face look like a painting of a wild berry cake. Hannibal's warm embrace lulled her to sleep, and when she awoke, her father was standing over her. Hannibal was patched up, only his bloody face remained. 

"We were worried you were dead," Hannibal said lovingly to Will, still holding her in his arms.

"Dad!" was the first word of Y/n.

Will took her from Hannibal and kissed her bruised forehead.

“If I had got here sooner I would have killed him myself, I am glad you are all right, though you are still injured. I am so sorry Y/n/n," Will whispered, his brows furrowed with worry. 

"She saved me, you have a fierce child, Will. I admire her, although she shouldn't have been here in the first place," Hannibal smiled, then raised his eyebrow.

“Yeah, that was mainly my fault, I couldn't take her here today,” Will scratched his neck, obviously feeling guilty.

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After that, Jack had interrogated both of them, but for the most part she had not even had to lie as she had been face first into the ground. Her face was bandaged, the blood was washed off and ice was put on her forehead.

Y/n made a mental note to never come early to her sessions again, and to always carry a knife.

[traumacatholic]

Im on the verge of suicide and I suspect my two sisters are as well. While I don't think I will ever do it, because I'm religious, idk about them. And even if I won't do it, to live in such a torment ad the one I'm experiencing is unbearable and unimaginable. Logically I believe in the power of prayers, but on a personal level I find it unlikely anything will ever help me. But I'm still asking for prayers in the intention of us three staying alive no matter what.

I'm really sorry to hear that you and your sisters are struggling with suicidal thoughts. I don't know where you live, but please know that there will be crisis and non-crisis resources that you can access for support and pass on resources to your sisters (as well as to use for yourself). Suicide hotlines are just one form of accessing support. You can absolutely reach out to your local doctor, or see what other support services are in place. Sometimes you can access therapy groups which can often have shorter waiting list times and can often be offered for free or low cost. There are also a range of apps that are free or low cost that offer a range of coping mechanisms. I would recommend just putting in 'mental health' or 'suicide support' into your app store because sometimes it will also recommend apps that are ran by local resources to you.

As for prayers, something that you can try and do is use these prayers. You can say them when you get up in the morning, before you go to bed, or whenever you feel like anxiety/pain/etc is building up. You can pick up praying one of them a day, or whenever you're able, or using more than one. Whatever you feel is most beneficial to you (and also most achievable). I'm giving you a range of prayers under a readmore, just because some of them vary in length and you might find a certain length of prayer works best for you.

Lord Jesus Christ Son of God, have mercy on me, a sinner

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Good Saint Dymphna, great wonder-worker in every affliction of mind and body, I humbly implore your powerful intercession with Jesus through Mary, the Health of the Sick, in my present need. (Mention it.) Saint Dymphna, martyr of purity, patroness of those who suffer with nervous and mental afflictions, beloved child of Jesus and Mary, pray to Them for me and obtain my request.

(Pray one Our Father, one Hail Mary and one Glory Be.)

Saint Dymphna, Virgin and Martyr, pray for us.

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Glorious Archangel Saint Raphael, great prince of the heavenly court, you are illustrious for your gifts of wisdom and grace.

You are a guide of those who journey by land or sea or air, consoler of the afflicted, and refuge of sinners. I beg you, assist me in all my needs and in all the sufferings of this life, as once you helped the young Tobias on his travels.

Because you are the medicine of God, I humbly pray you to heal the many infirmities of my soul and the ills that afflict my body. I especially ask of you the favor

(mention your request here)

and the great grace of purity to prepare me to be the temple of the Holy Spirit.

St. Raphael, of the glorious seven who stand before the throne of Him who lives and reigns, Angel of health, the Lord has filled your hand with balm from heaven to soothe or cure our pains. Heal or cure the victim of disease and guide our steps when doubtful of our ways.

Amen.

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O my beloved Queen, my hope, O Mother of God, protector of orphans and protector of those who are hurt, the savior of those who perish and the consolation of all those who are in distress, thou seest my misery, thou seest my sorrow and my loneliness. Help me—I am powerless; give me strength. Thou knowest what I suffer, thou knowest my grief: Lend me thy hand, for who else can be my hope but thee, my protector and my intercessor before God? I have sinned before thee and before all people. Be my Mother, my consoler, my helper. Protect me and save me, chase grief away from me, chase my lowness of heart and my despondency. Help me, O Mother of my God!

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Thee alone I follow, Lord Jesus, Who heals my wounds. For what shall separate me from the love of God, which is in Thee? Shall tribulation, or distress, or famine? I am held fast as though by nails, and fettered by the bonds of charity. Remove from me, O Lord Jesus, with Thy potent sword, the corruption of my sins. Secure me in the bonds of Thy love; cut away what is corrupt in me. Come quickly and make an end of my many, my hidden and secret afflictions. Open the wound lest the evil humor spread. With Thy new washing, cleanse in me all that is stained. Hear me, you earthly men, who in your sins bring forth drunken thoughts: I have found a Physician. He dwells in Heaven and distributes His healing on earth. He alone can heal my pains Who Himself has none. He alone Who knows what is hidden can take away the grief of my heart, the fear of my soul: Jesus Christ. Christ is grace! Christ is life! Christ is Resurrection! Amen.

[dam-peace]

How would the ROs and Platonists react to the MC taking a bullet for them and dying?

Vice Virtue

Nicholas/Nicolette

Blames themselves and has a complete mental breakdown. Resulting in Nicholas/Nicolette having to take a mandatory leave of absence.

Tobias/Tahlia

Quick to anger, they think the detective was a fool and shows little to no remorse for their death. But, behind closed doors, the guilt eats away at them.

Elias/Elize

They remain the same outwardly, but they do stay by the detective's dead, lifeless body like the Grim reaper until they're taken to the morgue. Then, attends their funeral and visits them regularly at the cemetery. But, after the detective's death Elias/Elia doesn't engage in full s*xual intercourse with others as much as they used to.

Kacey

Cries hysterically, almost making themselves ill. Kacey has a complete mental breakdown down, trying to cling themselves to the detective's lifeless body. Resulting in them having to take a leave of absence from work.

Lars

Outwardly annoyed, Frustrated inside, yet somehow both empty and relieved.

Shuri

Heartbroken, completely distraut, tries to bury herself into her work and fails.

Mason

Heartbroken, yet still seeks out those who were close to the Detective. In order to comfort them despite his own breaking heart.

Dennis

Completely distraught and sickened by Lars' lack of empathy, which results in an argument.

Tori

Both stricken with guilt, yet sickenly relieved.

Rebecca

She didn't know the Detective that well, but she's still sad about their death and tries to comfort Tori.

Alpha, Beta, Omega

One

Buries themselves into their work, becoming even more closed off and that much more of an overbearing perfectionist.

Zero

They do their due diligence in comforting the others, but inside, nothing really changes. They've always felt empty inside, and the MC's death doesn't break them, not when they're already broken.

Viper

Becomes more cold and distant, preferring solo missions rather than working as a team. Yet, remains with the team to protect them, becoming even more watchful of their movements and those around them.

Wolfe

Angry, becoming snappy with both his teammates and mentors. Showing no mercy to anyone who gets on his bad side and becomes much more protective of his mentors and everyone on his team.

Hex

Completely distraught and overwhelmed by guilt, resulting in her having to be pulled from missions due to her mental health.

Ghost

Outwardly nothing changes, but the quiet that he once found solace in is now filled with thoughts of the MC.

Maria

Stress bakes, cooks, cleans, cries herself to sleep and becomes overprotective of the rest of the team.

Winston

Comforts his wife and the rest of the team as best he can, ignoring his own feelings. Winston buries himself in work, becoming even more overprotective of both his wife and the team.

Amelia

Stricken with silent grief that she refuses to show. Outwardly nothing changes, but she becomes harder on the team and other staff members in reference to the S.P.U as a result of the MC's death.

[starzzyeyed]

Spencer/hotchreid and 32 :)

-love from dear little rattie xxxxxx

I know you chose the angstiest prompt you could see, so here, have some angst! <3

32 - Hugging a pillow because you wish it were someone else.

Small tw for mentions of episode-related non consensual drug use.

He’s taken to the East Georgia Regional Medical Center.

He knows, logically, that he couldn’t not be really; not after what he’s been through.

But that doesn’t stop him from feeling overwhelmed and anxious at the mere thought of the tests that will have to be run, the doctors and nurses who will be prodding him with hands and questions, the narcotics that will show up in his urine test that he will no doubt have to provide on arrival.

The positive result shouldn’t be a surprise to anyone; he’s sure the team have seen the track marks on his arms by now. Not to mention the fact that he knows a good portion of the time he was high was live streamed to them.

Getting to the hospital and being triaged seems to pass in a blur, and Spencer half wonders if he’s still high, if the effects of the drugs haven’t worn off as quickly as they had done after the previous doses that Tobias gave him. Even so, he’s managing fairly well right up until the moment the nurse comes in to kick Hotch and JJ out.

“He needs rest, and we’ll need to fit a catheter, which as I’m sure you can imagine is a private procedure,” the nurse tells Hotch, not fazed at all by the way he’s glaring at her, arms folded across his chest.

Her tone of voice clearly indicates that she’s used to friends and family digging their heels in and refusing to leave, and while Spencer is sure for most people, the thought of having their boss witness the procedure of getting fitted with a catheter is the stuff of nightmares, right now the opposite seems infinitely worse.

“No, no it’s- it’s okay, Hotch can stay,” he stammers, but as soon as the nurse directs her gaze towards him he knows speaking was pointless. She’s not going to let anyone in the room who isn’t a medical professional, no matter what he or Hotch do or say.

“This is ridiculous. He should be allowed to request that someone stays with him during the procedure if that’s what he wants. Do you have any idea what he’s just been through?” Hotch is saying, seemingly oblivious to the fact that Spencer’s already resigned himself to the fate of having to endure this process alone.

“I’m sorry, sir, but it’s protocol. I’ll have to ask you to step outside now,” the nurse says, extending an arm to guide Hotch out of the room, away from the place he’s needed most of all, and Spencer can’t bear to watch.

He knows he should feel as though the worst is behind him, and it is, really, but the fact that he’s now going to have to face the next few moments entirely alone apart from the doctor and nurse performing the procedure feels too much to cope with.

The only thing that has kept him going the last few days, while he was held at the mercy of Hankel’s multiple personalities, was the thought of his mom, his team and Hotch.

The feeling of Hotch’s hands on his as he’d helped him stand from the side of Tobias’s body, the feeling of Hotch’s arms wrapped tightly around his body when he’d practically flung himself into the older man’s grasp… he wants nothing more than to feel those arms around him again right now.

But instead, Hotch has been banished to the waiting room, and Spencer’s left with nothing but the doctor and nurse. They’re nice enough, and they take their time explaining what’s going to happen to him, which he appreciates, but they’re still strangers and the only person he wants right now is Hotch.

Despite all the explanations, the feeling of unfamiliar hands touching him after being at the hands of Hankel, especially when they’re touching places where even he doesn’t touch himself often has panic rising in his chest, and in a desperate attempt not to give into the anxiety, Spencer grabs hold of one of the pillows from under his head, clutching it against his chest.

“We’re nearly done, Dr. Reid. Just keep taking deep breaths,” the nurse says kindly, and although Spencer’s grateful that they’re being so kind, all he can focus on is the pressure of the pillow against his chest. If he closes his eyes tightly enough he can almost imagine it’s Hotch’s body; that same strong body that had held him so tightly in the graveyard, the arms that had encircled his back and held him close. It’s not as good as the real thing, no where near in fact, but it works, and by the time the doctor has finished, Spencer no longer feels on the verge of a panic attack. He’s not sure he’s ever been more grateful to see Hotch’s face in the doorway when he’s allowed back into the room, though.

[townsenddecades]

1313 – Day 2

TOWNSEND FARM

Once more, there is a sudden chill in the air that hinders the Townsends’ farming. They still find plenty to occupy them, not least due to Benjamin’s efforts of learning to read and write. It is slow going – he finds it hard to make sense of the fact that the tiny characters form words he knows – but he does his best, and whatever he knows, he imparts to his brothers. They don’t have much to do, anyway, and he still hopes that this skill will aid them in their future, should they have opportunity to do something other than farming.

Malika keeps them company most of the time. She has Benjamin give her some lessons as well, but most of the time, she is just quietly doing her sewing or knitting, caring for the twins or doing work around the house. It is still strange to her, having several siblings around. Back in their own cottage, there had only been herself and her parents for the longest time, and then, after several miscarriages her mother had suffered, her baby brother Abraham. But she enjoys it.

CRAWLEY HOUSEHOLD

Over the years of her marriage, Anna has become good friends with her husband’s sister. Caroline can be a little imperious – quite like her mother, in fact – but for the most part, she is softer than Mary, and far more amiable.

Except when she is losing at chess. Which is exactly what she is doing right now.

“When have you gotten so good at this game?”, she huffs.

“Over many matches lost to your brother”, Anna jokes, and takes another of Caroline’s pieces off the board. “Blame him.”

“Oh, I do, believe me. I shall tell him exactly what I think when he comes home.”

“Pray, don’t be too hard on him. I may still have need of him later on.”

“If you say so. Whatever for, I couldn’t say. George doesn’t seem much use to anyone these days”, Caroline grumbles, probably mostly because George isn’t home much these days. He has followed his father into studies of the law and is often on business with him.

Anna decides to change the subject. “How are you getting on with your paramour?” She has been courted by a merchant’s son by the name of Tobias Sterling lately. To be precise, Tobias has merely been adopted by a merchant – a child of the widow Sterling Sr. he had married – but as he is likely to inherit his adopted father’s business, Mary and Matthew still consider him a suitable match for their daughter.

“Well, I think. Although I’d be happier if Mother didn’t keep reminding me that I might have become a sister to the Earl. As if it’s my fault that his brother has a wandering eye.”

“You know how ambitious your mother is. I’m sure once you’re married, she will adjust.”

“If you think that, you don’t know my mother. Well, the small mercy is that she won’t hound me about children too much, I hope. Not while you and my dear brother are so avid to provide them.” She looks meaningfully at Anna’s stomach. She is pregnant once more. Fertility, at least, is something she hasn’t struggled with.

All that is lacking is for one of her children to be a boy. As happy as the Crawleys have been about Annette’s birth, they still lack an heir to carry on the family name. It is only your third child, she tries to console herself. Watcher willing, there will be many more.

After her chess match is over, Anna steals herself into her bedroom, where her little darling is still in her crib. Looking at her baby girl still makes her happier than anything else in the world, and she thanks and prays to The Watcher every day for her continued good health. She had been so afraid that Annette would suffer the same fate as Matilda, but her little one grows every day, hale and healthy.

She can only pray that her third child will be strong as well.

WATCHER’S NEWS:

Finally, after years of marriage, Lady Elinor Pelham has given birth to her and her husband’s first child - Richard, the heir the family has been craving for so long. There has been much rejoicing in the Baron’s household as a result.

Prev: 1313, Day 1 <--> Next: 1313, Day 3

WATCHER’S COMMENTARY:

Am I enjoying dressing Anna up a bit too much for the fact that her family isn’t even gentry? Maybe. But I can’t help myself, she’s such a pretty sim. And it would make sense for Mary to want her family to be well-dressed. Disclaimer at this point: I know there were several new sumptuary laws put in place in England later in this century, but I’m not going to reflect those. 1) Because my cc is limited enough as it is and 2) this challenge is historically inauthentic anyway, I'd rather have fun with it than agonize over every detail.

[crystalflwr]

𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐒 — 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞

➸ 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒: In which, agent Carter finds herself at the mercy of a psychopathic killer but it wasn't just any killer... the velvet killer has finally stepped from the shadows.

➸ 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: violence, use of weapons, mentions of death, slight mentions of Tobias Hankel, use of poisen.

➸ 𝐖𝐂: 2.8k words

𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 || 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐖𝐎

➙ 𝗚𝗔𝗥𝗖𝗜𝗔 rushes into the room. The sound of her heels clicking had already been heard by most of the team members but the door swinging open still startled them. "Sienna," The woman said, hardly understandable by her out-of-breath state. Jj frowned in confusion. "She– she..." by now, Hotch had stood from his chair.

"Garcia." The older man commanded. "I know I'm sorry sir, it's Sienna... she's missing." They all stilled.

It didn't need to be said, everyone knew it. They only didn't want to believe it. So Hotch asked, not letting go of that disbelief. "Do we have any leads." Garcia didn't answer. She didn't need to. The silence was a good enough answer already;

The velvet killer took Sienna Carter.

Despite the guilt tearing her apart, Garcia pressed the call button. It goes off for a couple of seconds before Derek's voice comes through the device. "Tell me you have something." Normally, she'd respond with a snarky comment but nothing about this scene was fun.

"Yes, I think Sienna had something about the velvet case." She spoke, her eyes ranking over all her friend's saved articles. "She has been researching this case for months now, even before we got the case again." Derek sighed. What had she gotten herself into? "It looks like she spoke with the families of the victims and with a certain Diane Wilson - She's the sister of the last victim, Nathan Wilson. Address already sent."

The team looked at each other. This Diane didn't fit the profile one bit but she could be the last person to have seen agent Carter. "Prentiss and I will pay her a visit, the others keep searching." The others just nod. Hotch didn't miss the angry looks behind their eyes. He understood, he was angry too. He only knew how to hide it better.

They left the room. The sound of Prentiss her boots clicking overpowered the noises around them. Her face was stiff, her jaw clenched and her left cheek sucked in. Soon they reached the elevator, the two stepped in. Not a word said. Both of them stood with no emotion - as if their friend isn't fighting for her life somewhere. Prentiss raised her chin, her eyes focusing on the closed elevator doors until they split back open to reveal the parking lot.

Hotch kept his steady peace but Prentiss did nothing like it, her steps were hurried yet powerful. Two man came passing by and they didn't even dare to look her in the eye.

She opened the car door and waited for him while staring out in front of her. Her blood boiling. She knew, from the moment she would find out who dared to hurt her friend, she'd pull the trigger in an instant.

The car ride didn't last long, ten minutes but to the two it felt like hours. Ten minutes may not be much but in this kind of situation every second counts.

"Yes?" The woman asked as she opened the door. The loud clattering of children could be heard in the background. She must be in her early thirties. Her features look young apart from the dark purple circles under her eyes. "Hello, I'm SSA Emily Prentiss and this is SSA Aaron Hotchner." The two held up their badges. "We would like to ask you some questions." Hotch followed. The woman was quick to nod and step to the side, inviting them in.

They did so, the house looked like a normal middle class family house. The screaming of small children radiated through the house. Hotch counted the voices, four. From their voices alone he guessed three boys and two girls. One girl older than the others. "I'm so sorry for the noise, they can be a little crazy sometimes." Explained the woman while rushing to the kitchen area but the agents didn't mind.

They followed the woman. When the sweet lady pointed to the kitchen table the agents accepted and took a seat and the woman one across from them. "What did you want to ask?" She questioned, her voice clearly concerned.

"We wanted to ask you some questions about Sienna Carter." Prentiss stated as she held up her phone with a picture of the missing agent. Before the woman could answer Hotch added, "We know she came to your house to ask questions about the velvet killer." The name given to the unsub fell from his tongue harshly. He didn't agree to this nickname, this unsub was clearly getting of on the fame and naming her made things only worser.

She seemed in thought for a moment, studying the picture before speaking up, "Yes, yes. I remember her. She came to me a week ago asking about - about my brother." Hurt flashes in her eyes. The two agents could tell the scene where she found the dead body of her brother replayed itself in her mind.

"Diane!" A young feminine voice from behind them sounded. "Lila's hungry, she's asking for cereal-" Her voice trailed off when her eyes land on the two agents. Hotch studied her as she narrowed her eyes, looking between the older woman and the two.

The girl is young, maybe seventeen or eighteen. She had curly brown hair, her skin slightly tanned, no bags under her eyes meaning sleep wasn't a problem for her, her finger nails were cut shortly and painted a light pink - meaning she must come from a middle class or a higher class family.

"Oh! Yes, uhm... this is Natalia. She helps me with my kids when my husband's not home." The girl – Natalie – gave them a tight smile. "These are fbi agents. They are here to ask some questions about the other girl who came over last week."

"I need all agents at Garden Street sixteen, It's her last known location." Hotch ordered getting in the car and handed the phone to Prentiss before starting the car. "On it." Garcia answered. The dark haired woman went to hang up but paused when Garcia's voice sounded through the device again. "If you find her - Sienna - tell her I love her, okay?" The agent closed her eyes, the 'if' haunting her. "I will."

Inside, the woman had told them that their colleague had said something about going to another location. An abandoned hospital where the first victim's body was found.

Prentiss tried to shove the thought away, but with every second, she believes it more;

That lady may have been the last person to have ever seen Sienna alive.

"Hotch, we need to move in!" Derek commanded, his anger and nerves blinding him. The older man shot him a stern look before speaking up, "We can't, it's too soon. The unsub will shoot Carter if we do." Jj places a hand on Derek's arm, to try calm him down. "Hotch's right " Spencer mumbled before an officer came running over to them with a phone in his hand.

"It's her!" The officer shouted, his breath uneven. "The velvet killer, she wants to talk to the unit chief." The man looked around the group until Hotch reached out to grab the phone from his grip.

"Hello? You wanted to speak to me." He kept his voice calm even though he could hear his agent crying and begging for her life on the other side of the line. "Hello, Aaron Hotchner." Her dark voice grinned. He kept silent, waiting for her to speak up again while his agents just stood there.

"I can feel her pulse beating against the barrel of my gun." The unsub acknowledged. Hotch laughed. Not because of how true the unsub's statement was but because of the obvious bluffing. "You won't shoot her." Spoke the man simply

It was silent for a moment – meaning Hotch was right about the bluffing – before she spoke up again. "Are you sure about that, agent?" She spat, the anger taking over her voice.

Mascara stained Sienna's red cheeks as hopeless pleads continue to escape from between her bruised lips. Her eyes flew shut when she felt the cold material of the barrel of a gun being pushed against her temple. "I will kill her!" The psychotic woman continued to shout in the phone.

"No, you won't. You'll get nothing out of it except from a bullet in your own skull." Hotch threatened and heard the unsub suck in a harsh breath. Three sᴡᴀᴛ were talking to agent Prentiss, the grip on their guns thight while they nodded at everything she said. Spencer catches Hotch's attention by shaking his head, meaning there was no actual clear shot.

"We'll see about that, Aaron Hotchner."

A gun shot. The loud sound of a trigger being pulled ringing in his ear. Sienna. Panick took over his normal professional features. His gun was already in his grip when he shouted. "Shot's fired!"

The three sᴡᴀᴛ agents ran to him, Derek and Prentiss. The man loaded his gun before placing his hand on the agent's shoulder, giving the signal for them to move in. The other two did so too.

Hotch went first then Prentiss and then Derek. The sᴡᴀᴛ agents moved fastly but carefully. He could feel the tension in the agent's body.

Each door they passed gets kicked in moments later by either Spencer or Jj. "Guys, she's in here!" Spencer voice echoed.

Sienna stood there. Covered in blood. A gun in her hand, still pointed at the unsub's death corpse. Relief flew over him but he didn't soften as he continues to scan the messy room.

Other agents rushed to the girl but Hotch studied the dead body. The familiar tanned skin, the dark curly hair, the pink nails. Natalia. She fitted the profile perfectly.

With a last look around the room, he tucked his weapon back in its holster before following the others out. Sienna got escorted to one of the ambulances while he went over to a group of officers. He didn't want to admit it but hearing the warmth of her voice again made his heart skip a beat.

"You okay?" Sienna snapped out of her trance by her boss's rough voice. She flashed him a smile despite the fresh tears rolling down her face. She whipped them away with the sleeve of her bloody shirt. "Yes, I'm fine. I don't even need to go to the hospital, I'm free to go." She answered, trying to add a laugh to it but Hotch kept his hard stare.

"Take some time off, two weeks the least." He instructed. His voice harsh. Normally, she'd protest but she's not sure if she wants to do that. The old her would have but that girl died the moment she pulled that trigger. So, she just nods.

He turned around to walk away but her voice stopped him. "Wait!" The agent pushed herself up. "The doctors said I can't drive, could you maybe give me a ride?" She asked and for the first time in a very long time, he offered her a smile. "I'm sorry, I can't. I need to go pick up Jack. But, I think Reid could give you a ride." She nods slightly, biting the inside of her cheek as embarrassment rips through her.

She goes back to sitting down and wraps the blanket tighter around herself as horrible memories continue to disturb her sight. A tear sliding down her cheek as she closed her eyes when the sound of her own screaming recalled itself in her ears. She could still feel the barrel of the gun pressing against her pulse.

Sienna knew she shouldn't have but in that moment, when the unsub had pressed the gun against her temple she had given up. She had felt herself already slipping away even though nothing had happened yet. When she had closed her eyes she could already feel the cold embrace death brings with itself.

"Hey, Hotch said you needed a ride," The tender voice of her best friend shook her alive again. She hadn't even realized how hard she had missed his voice - how hard she had missed him - until this very moment. She smiled up at him. "Yes that would be very nice." She whispered, trying her best not to let her voice break. He noticed but nodded anyway.

It was silent for a moment before she stood up and he stumbled back a bit as if caught off guard. She hated this feeling. She hated that everyone thought she couldn't even walk anymore. "uhm... I- I don't have my car here so uh- we're going with the SUV." He stuttered. She didn't answer only continued to walk over to the dark vehicle.

the car ride was silent. The brunette noticed how he wanted to say something but decided not to and she was happy for it. She knew everyone had questions. How was she taken or how was she not dead and managed to shoot the ruthless killer who makes no mistakes? The real answer was that she had no idea. It all went too fast, one moment she was accepting the fact that she was going to die and the other she had a gun in her hand, hovering over a death body.

The car stopped. She looked up and saw the familiarity and comfort of her house. Spencer went to say something but she had already gotten out of the car. He got out too, almost forgetting to take out the keys. Spencer watches as she runs inside.

He stood before the open door. Deciding if he should go or not. He understood how difficult this was. He understood because he went through the same thing she did many years ago. Before his thoughts could take him back to those horrible moments, he pushed inside. If it's one thing he knew, it's that no one should be alone in these kind of situations.

When he walked into the living room, he saw her sitting on the couch, staring ahead at the wall blankly. Her eyes and cheeks red from all the crying.

Spencer sighed softly and walked over, going to sit down too at the other edge of the couch.

It was silent for a couple of minutes. Both of them sitting there in a weirdly comforting silence. "Thank you for staying with me." He barely heard her words. The doctor nodded softly but didn't speak up.

Again the two stilled into a silence. Spencer fumbled with his fingers while she continued to count her breaths - something she did in moments were she wanted to scream and break down, moments like these.

one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, ...

Spencer, on the other hand, lost himself in the clicking of the clock decorating the wall.

tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, ...

"I'm gonna get some water." The girl uttered while pushing herself up. Her legs hurting but she didn't acknowledge it. Spencer flashes her a quick glance. "You want some?" She requested, there was a shadow of a begging tint in her voice - begging him to let her do this. He cleared his throat loudly. "Yeah, that'd be nice."

"Here." Spencer took the glass from her grip. Feeling the couch dip besides him, he decides he should speak up, "Do you want to talk about it?" He asked while lifting the glass to his lips, she watched intensely.

Spencer drowned the cold liquid, not having realized how thirsty he actually was. When he looked back at her he found her already staring at him. A blush creeped onto his cheeks.

She shook her head, not taking her eyes of him.

Spencer yawned, surprising himself at the sudden tiredness. His eyes feeling weirdly heavy. He cleared his throat loudly, feeling bad for being so tired while she needed his help. "I'm so sorry, I don't know why I'm so tired." He mumbled, his hand coming up to rub his eyes.

When his eyes are open again his vision isn't the same anymore. Black dots disturbing his sight so he rubs his eyes again but nothing changes. He felt his left arm dropping and the glass falling from his grip onto the floor, the loud chattering zooming out in his ears. "Oh god- I'm so sorry."

He went to reach over, to collect the pieces and clean up his rude mess but instead he fell over. Landing on the ground. He tried to get up but his limbs were going numb.

Realization hit him hard in the chest. His tired eyes snapping to the smiling girl still seated on the couch. Panic raised through him when the pieces finally fitted. He had already been confused by the easy death of the unsub - the death didn't fit the profile but he had assumed it was luck.

It had been so fast and easy because Natalia Marshall wasn't the unsub, Sienna Carter was.

Sienna Carter was everything the profile described.

"No no no-" He tried to move his arm, to reach for his gun or phone but it didn't bulge. His whole body didn't bulge.

Soft and warm hands cup his cheeks. He focuses his blurry sight to see the person he once trusted most looking down at him. An amused smile plastered on her lips. "Stop fighting it, baby. Go to sleep."

It felt like her words had hypnotized him as he did exactly that. His eyes fell close but before he could be fully dragged away by whatever drug was used on him he managed to get out, "Why?"

"Why not?"

[changlingfamilies]

The Corination of Avalon

I wanted to get this out before the last chapter of Changling Families vs The Titans. It’s almost everyone in their formal wear. I left out Darci, Aja and Krel as well as Angor and Morgana. I do want to do one for Angor and Morgana later though. Closeups of everyone under the cut.

Lady Claire, apprentice and heir of Angor Rott. I had so much fun designing her dress! I got to play with all kinds of pens for it as well. I was originally going to go with something a little closer to what Barbara is wearing but when looking for references I stumbled across a bunch of Quinceanera dresses and fell absolutely in love. I probably could have done more with her hair, though.

Sir Steve of New Avalon, one of the head of the Knights of New Avalon. He brought his armor back from Ancient Avalon with him after their ‘temporal accident’.

Prince Elijah, Fairy Prince of New Avalon. Technically, he should be dressed in Ancient Greek clothes but I fudged up at the beginning of his storyline and dressed him in Roman clothes so it’s too late to change it now. I like how this turned out anyway.

Lord Tobias, Duke Heir of Akoridian V. Toby now gets to sport a full Akoridian suit, complete with a royal cape. I had to dust off my old Circular Galifrayan for the markings inside his core window.

Sir Seamus, Werewolf Alfa of New Avalon. I used the Johnston tartan as a reference for his kilt since I had stated earlier that his grandmother (his mother’s mother) is from Ireland. I also gave him a small fur cape as a part of werewolf culture in this fic. Most other werewolves would have a much larger pelt but since Seamus had to use pelts from the Arcadia Valley and Angor helped him with the legality of what animals he could use, his is much shorter.

Lady Mary, the Lady of the Lake. I put the most effort into this outfit. Since Mary’s a goddess now, I wanted her outfit to reflect that as well as have a water motif. I spent DAYS looking at references and flipping through animes that my brother-in-law recommended for this. I ended up going with a more modern and less formal hair clip to go with it. Once again I turned to Circular Galifrayan for the hair clip since it’s meant to be built around her Akoridian hair clip from Karl Uhl. But I’m not 100% satisfied with the way the colors shift.

Atlas, Leader of Heartstone Trollmarket. I’ve drawn Jim as Atlas befor but this is a more formal variation. Here he wears trollish garb, lacking his usual leggings, tunic, and vest. He also has more features of his original base form; particularly his ruff of fur that i don’t think I’ve drawn since his baby pictures. He holds his wings closed with his adoption medallion, which now is embellished with a shard of Vendal’s stone.

King Waltolomew the Wise and Queen Barbara the Brave, King and Queen of New Avalon. I’m super happy with how Barbara turned out! All the colors are so pretty on her. Walt on the other hand… The royal colors of Avalon are not flattering on him. I think I spent nearly an hour just trying to find the right color combination for him.

Lord Otto and Lady Elizabeth, Duke and Countess of New Avalon. I LOTHE how ugly Otto’s outfit is. I also lothe that it’s not entirely inaccurate. Because Otto and Liza are ~500 years old, they’re both wearing clothing from Germany the 1500s. Otto’s outfit could have been much, much worse. I should have dressed him in something similar to Walt… Liza, on the other hand, makes me very happy. Even if I don’t love the colors. However, I can’t imagine wearing that many layers in Southern California in the summer so I had a little mercy and gave her a sheer veil rather than the thick wool one she should be wearing. She spends most of the night holding up those rediculous skirts. Neither of these two are having a very good time...

Queen Lenora and Antonia, Fairy Queen of New Avalon and Daughter. Lenora got the same treatment as Eli as far as her outfit goes but she also got a new and fancier hairstyle. I think I like the headband better the gold clasps from before. Antonia’s outfit is pretty basic since she’s still a baby.

Lady Nomura and Sir Erik, Duchess of New Avalon and son. Was this an excuse to draw Nomura and Erik in Kimonos? Maybe so. I had a lot of fun doing it. Nomura’s kimono is modeled after the one I drew her wearing when I drew the original trio as babies but I almost forgot that she only has one arm now. I spent a little more time deciding what color Erik’s kimono was but, ultimately, decided he gets to match his mother.

[roman-catholic-mass-readings]

5th June >> Mass Readings (Except USA)

Saint Boniface, Bishop, Martyr 

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Monday, Ninth Week in Ordinary Time.

Monday, Ninth Week in Ordinary Time

(Liturgical Colour: Red: A(1))

(Readings for the feria (Monday))

(There is a choice today between the readings for the ferial day (Monday) and those for the memorial. The ferial readings are recommended unless pastoral reasons suggest otherwise)

First Reading Tobit 1:3,2:1-8 Tobit defies the law by burying the dead.

I, Tobit, have walked in paths of truth and in good works all the days of my life. I have given much in alms to my brothers and fellow countrymen, exiled like me to Nineveh in the country of Assyria. In the reign of Esarhaddon I returned home, and my wife Anna was restored to me with my son Tobias. At our feast of Pentecost (the feast of Weeks) there was a good dinner. I took my place for the meal; the table was brought to me and various dishes were brought. Then I said to my son Tobias, ‘Go, my child, and seek out some poor, loyal-hearted man among our brothers exiled in Nineveh, and bring him to share my meal. I will wait until you come back, my child.’ So Tobias went out to look for some poor man among our brothers, but he came back again and said, ‘Father!’ I answered, ‘What is it, my child?’ He went on, ‘Father, one of our nation has just been murdered; he has been strangled and then thrown down in the market place; he is there still.’ I sprang up at once, left my meal untouched, took the man from the market place and laid him in one of my rooms, waiting until sunset to bury him. I came in again and washed myself and ate my bread in sorrow, remembering the words of the prophet Amos concerning Bethel:

Your feasts will be turned to mourning, and all your songs to lamentation.

And I wept. When the sun was down, I went and dug a grave and buried him. My neighbours laughed and said, ‘See! He is not afraid any more.’ (You must remember that a price had been set on my head earlier for this very thing.) ‘The time before this he had to flee, yet here he is, beginning to bury the dead again.’

The Word of the Lord

R/ Thanks be to God.

Responsorial Psalm Psalm 111(112):1-2,3b-6

R/ Happy the man who fears the Lord. or R/ Alleluia!

Happy the man who fears the Lord, who takes delight in all his commands. His sons will be powerful on earth; the children of the upright are blessed.

R/ Happy the man who fears the Lord. or R/ Alleluia!

Riches and wealth are in his house; his justice stands firm for ever. He is a light in the darkness for the upright: he is generous, merciful and just.

R/ Happy the man who fears the Lord. or R/ Alleluia!

The good man takes pity and lends, he conducts his affairs with honour. The just man will never waver: he will be remembered for ever.

R/ Happy the man who fears the Lord. or R/ Alleluia!

Gospel Acclamation cf. Colossians 3:16a,17

Alleluia, alleluia! Let the message of Christ, in all its richness, find a home with you; through him give thanks to God the Father. Alleluia!

Or: cf. Revelation 1:5

Alleluia, alleluia! You, O Christ, are the faithful witness, the First-born from the dead; you have loved us and have washed away our sins with your blood. Alleluia!

Gospel Mark 12:1-12 They seized the beloved son, killed him and threw him out of the vineyard.

Jesus began to speak to the chief priests, the scribes and the elders in parables: ‘A man planted a vineyard; he fenced it round, dug out a trough for the winepress and built a tower; then he leased it to tenants and went abroad. When the time came, he sent a servant to the tenants to collect from them his share of the produce from the vineyard. But they seized the man, thrashed him and sent him away empty-handed. Next he sent another servant to them; him they beat about the head and treated shamefully. And he sent another and him they killed; then a number of others, and they thrashed some and killed the rest. He had still someone left: his beloved son. He sent him to them last of all. “They will respect my son” he said. But those tenants said to each other, “This is the heir. Come on, let us kill him, and the inheritance will be ours.” So they seized him and killed him and threw him out of the vineyard. Now what will the owner of the vineyard do? He will come and make an end of the tenants and give the vineyard to others. Have you not read this text of scripture:

It was the stone rejected by the builders that became the keystone. This was the Lord’s doing and it is wonderful to see?

And they would have liked to arrest him, because they realised that the parable was aimed at them, but they were afraid of the crowds. So they left him alone and went away.

The Gospel of the Lord

R/ Praise to you, Lord Jesus Christ.

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Saint Boniface, Bishop, Martyr 

(Liturgical Colour: Red: A(1))

(Readings for the memorial)

(There is a choice today between the readings for the ferial day (Monday) and those for the memorial. The ferial readings are recommended unless pastoral reasons suggest otherwise)

First Reading Acts of the Apostles 26:19-23 I have stood firm to this day, testifying to great and small alike.

Paul said: ‘King Agrippa, I could not disobey the heavenly vision. On the contrary I started preaching, first to the people of Damascus, then to those of Jerusalem and all the countryside of Judaea, and also to the pagans, urging them to repent and turn to God, proving their change of heart by their deeds. This was why the Jews laid hands on me in the Temple and tried to do away with me. But I was blessed with God’s help, and so I have stood firm to this day, testifying to great and small alike, saying nothing more than what the prophets and Moses himself said would happen: that the Christ was to suffer and that, as the first to rise from the dead, he was to proclaim that light now shone for our people and for the pagans too.’

The Word of the Lord

R/ Thanks be to God.

Responsorial Psalm Psalm 116(117):1-2

R/ Go out to the whole world; proclaim the Good News. or R/ Alleluia!

O praise the Lord, all you nations, acclaim him all you peoples!

R/ Go out to the whole world; proclaim the Good News. or R/ Alleluia!

Strong is his love for us; he is faithful for ever.

R/ Go out to the whole world; proclaim the Good News. or R/ Alleluia!

Gospel Acclamation John 10:14

Alleluia, alleluia! I am the good shepherd, says the Lord, I know my own sheep and my own know me. Alleluia!

Gospel John 10:11-16 The good shepherd is one who lays down his life for his sheep.

Jesus said:

‘I am the good shepherd: the good shepherd is one who lays down his life for his sheep. The hired man, since he is not the shepherd and the sheep do not belong to him, abandons the sheep and runs away as soon as he sees a wolf coming, and then the wolf attacks and scatters the sheep; this is because he is only a hired man and has no concern for the sheep.

‘I am the good shepherd; I know my own and my own know me, just as the Father knows me and I know the Father; and I lay down my life for my sheep. And there are other sheep I have that are not of this fold, and these I have to lead as well. They too will listen to my voice, and there will be only one flock, and one shepherd.’

The Gospel of the Lord

R/ Praise to you, Lord Jesus Christ.

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Feast of Saints Michael, Gabriel, and Raphael, archangels

Reflection: Angels Testify to God’s Presence

Jesus mentioned the presence of angels in His ministry in today’s Gospel. The word “angel” means “messenger.” God wanted to make His presence felt and His will be known. Angels provide that presence by guiding, protecting, informing, and warning. Archangels Michael, Raphael, and Gabriel, whose feast we celebrate today, played important roles in salvation history.

St. Michael the Archangel (“who is like God”) led the angels against Lucifer and the evil spirits. When Pope Leo XIII had a vision in 1899 that the Church will be attacked by evil in the 20th century, he prayed for Saint Michael’s protection. “Christian tradition recognizes four offices of Saint Michael: (i) to fight against Satan; (ii) to rescue the souls of the faithful from the power of the enemy, especially at the hour of death; (iii) to be the champion of God’s people; (iv) to call away from earth and bring men’s souls to judgment” (Catholic News Agency).

St. Gabriel Archangel (“God’s strength”) appeared before Mary and announced the birth of John the Baptist. It is believed it was also Gabriel who appeared before Joseph and the shepherds. By virtue of its role and mission, Mary, Joseph, Zechariah and Elizabeth, and the shepherds were given the grace of strength to accept and believe the Good News of the coming of the Messiah.

St. Raphael Archangel (“God has healed”) healed the blind Tobias in the Book of Tobit. Thus, Saint Raphael is invoked to ask for God’s healing and mercy. He is also believed to be the angel in the fifth chapter of John who bestowed healing power on the pond, so the first to enter it when the water moved will be healed of whatever sickness.

God’s protection, power, and healing come through these angels. Maybe the reason why we have less experience of the assistance of the archangels today is we do not recognize them. Remember, they are God’s presence to us. Remember, too, that God gave us freedom and He will never violate that gift. What we must do is act in accordance to His will and ask for His help. When we do, God will send His angels.

~Fr. Benny Tuazon

Do you experience God’s presence in His angels?

Saints Michael, Gabriel, and Raphael, pray for us!

Prayer

… for a deep and profound respect for life, especially for the unborn.

… for the strength and healing of the sick.

… for the healing and peace of all families.

Finally, we pray for one another, for those who have asked our prayers and for those who need our prayers the most.

GOD BLESS!

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#Angelus du lundi 13 février 2023 :

" Béni soit Dieu le Père et le Fils unique de Dieu, avec le Saint Esprit, parce qu'Il a exercé Sa miséricorde à notre égard ".

Livre de Tobie XII 6-7 (Graduel de la Sainte Messe votive du lundi, en l'honneur de la Sainte Trinité)

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Jérôme

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#Angelus of Monday, February 13, 2023:

"Blessed be God the Father and the only begotten Son of God, with the Holy Spirit, because He has shown mercy to us."

Book of Tobias XII 6-7 (Gradual of the Monday Votive Holy Mass, in honor of the Holy Trinity)

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jerome