#what happened at the hospital is a disgrace to humanity

[zambomarti]

Where are the people who said "Israelis would never destroy a hospital, it's propaganda from Hamas terrorists"?

Because I remember them very well.

[johaerys-writes]

The Troy movie kills off Menelaus. Agree or disagree with the script change?

There is literally NO script change in the Troy movie that I agree with lmao, and Menelaus dying is no exception. Like where do I even begin? From the fact that it is blatantly incorrect? That it completely disregards and throws in the trash Menelaus' later role in the Iliad? That he is supposed to protect and carry Patroclus' body back to the camp (hello??) That he is supposed to survive the war and take Helen back to Sparta (an important detail of the Epic Cycle), and then also appear in the Odyssey to welcome Telemachus and his crew in his home? Like who is supposed to do all those things if Menelaus is dead?

And, okay, let's say that the directors of a shitty Hollywood movie don't give a shit about all that. You have Menelaus of Sparta, the owner of the finest thighs in the Achaean army, be killed by Hector?? Fucking-- Hector? Like I'm willing to forgive a lot but this is just irredeemable. First of all, Hector would never. To have him intercept the duel that is meant to decide the course of the war and which was agreed upon by both sides, to save his bro from supposedly ruthless, bloodthirsty Menelaus? That's just such nonsense characterisation and something unthinkable in the world of the Iliad, a transgression permissible only to a god-- which is what actually happens in the story. Like, I really don't know if Hector or Paris would have been able to go back to Troy and face the Trojan soldiers after having done something like that. The fact that Paris violated Menelaus' hospitality and took off with Helen is a huge thing all by itself, but the fact that Aphrodite had a hand in it is what makes it somewhat acceptable; to have their princes disgrace and humiliate themselves and Troy as a whole like that I think would be a step too far. How the directors even thought of changing something so basic is beyond me.

Second of all, the Troy movie's obsession with framing Hector as the ultimate, most noblest heroic hero PISSES ME OFF like nothing else. As I've said in a previous ask, there are no "heroes" in the modern sense in the Iliad. "Hero" in the Iliad simply means a warrior, a person who does things. The Trojans and the Greeks are similar in customs, battle prowess, culture and refinement despite the infighting and constant bickering of both sides, and despite the fact that the Achaeans are in an imperialistic war against the Trojans. I've heard the argument that the Achaeans are the "barbaric invaders" and the Trojans the "noble invaded" far too often and I simply disagree, this has never been my takeaway while reading the Iliad. Hector, although he's Troy's most powerful, illustrious, loyal defender, a god-honouring person who is kind to his wife, his child, his aging father and mother (there's a lot to sympathise with when it comes to his character), is just as foolhardy, self-important, stubborn, opportunistic and human as any of the Achaeans he interacts with, he isn’t portrayed as being "morally superior" than them in any way because such a thing is irrelevant in the Iliad. It's just not the point of the Iliad to put anyone on a pedestal and elevate them above the others, the humans in the story take a lot of risks and initiatives and their personal struggles matter, but at the end of the day they are all ultimately powerless against the forces of fate and the will of the gods.

TL;DR: to have Menelaus die in the film, and die in such an idiotic way, is a weak-ass, pathetic move that shows no respect for the source material whatsoever, or any of the central characters.

Thanks for the ask! 💙

[alaskan-wallflower]

Hi! Can I make an ask about Cherry for the Wretched AU? Thanks!

I love you sm rn OHHH MY GOSH

Okay SO! Cherry’s great great great great grandfather was the one to eventually pillage and destroy the land The Wretched lived on (and then his son’s son was the one who renamed them from The Ethereals to The Wretched because that’s what he saw them as-wretched creatures) so the wretched kinda had to learn about her family from birth. I feel like it’s a little vendetta that the family has held against them and af first even Pony was like “your family would kill me for my pelt/antlers and stuff, how do I know you’re not the same?”

So in this Cherry is human. There’s a few like…half human/half wretched creatures because those kinds of relations are seen as disgraceful and impossible…though it has happened and that’s where the middle class falls into place, so they usually ether end up being mythical creatures with no binding to elements or they end up human with a binding with an element…maybe I’ll make Cherry a half one but I don’t think I will. But anyway. This is fun—

So Bob was the main guy who jumped Johnny (who is a siren in this…still debating on what he’s bound to? Originally I said blood…maybe dreams tho? I honestly don’t know yet. But anyway. When johnny was on land and got jumped he had his voice and a bunch of his scales stolen. And Bob gave Cherry a necklace with Johnny’s scales inside (he lied about where he got them) but Pony was REALLY mad at her at first (he doesn’t notice until she comes to visit Johnny in the hospital) and he’s like “You wear his scales every day! Did you not notice that you can bend *insert element that Johnny is bound to*?!” and Cherry jsut feels SICK because she thought Bob had just found them because sirens shed scales all the time on land and they’d be taken, but these were FROM JOHNNY’S JUMPING and she just throws it away. She thought it was by co incidence if anything.

But in this AU she goes against her family and ends up siding with The Wretcehd. She probably ends up getting kicked out for ���disgracing the family name” and she stays with Marcia (her and Marcia are 🤞) but Pony forgives her and even tries to give her one of his feathers as a token of it but she absolutely refuses it because she can’t stand looking at humans wearing parts of Wretched. She even goes back to calling them Ethereals.

I <3 the socs in this AU…thinking about having some toxic yuri between Bev and Ace too lol

[aphroditestempleimagines]

Mortal - Chapter 4

A Geto Suguru x fem!Reader fanfiction

Words: 2340

Warnings: none

Summary: Mimico and Nanako get into a horrible car accident after a drunk night with their friends. Geto is called to the hospital where he discovers you, a human plagued by a cursed spirit, who saved his two precious daughters' lives from the fire.. In this chapter, Suguru introduces you to the world of Jujutsu and curses.

Suguru rested on his elbow as he sipped his morning tea, his eyes fixed on your sunbathed figure. You were kneeling next to the open window, a small bowl of miso warming your palms. You gazed at the beauty of the wilderness that surrounded the lonely temple both he and you now called home. The greens of those slow summer days you trembled in the thought of insulting his hospitality had been replaced by the reds and oranges of an autumn where you brimmed with confidence and poise. And all he had to do was pluck you out from the prison of that home and allow you to blossom on your own. He had done that.

No, you had done it on your own.

"Where do you go all the time?", your voice suddenly broke the silence between you.

Suguru needed a couple of seconds to straighten out his face, enough for him to answer you. "Well aren't you curious?", he smiles confidently, "Are you sure you'd like to know?"

You lowered your gaze. Your thumbs fiddled with the belt of the blue kimono he'd given you. For the first time in his life, Suguru found himself praying. To whom, he was not sure. But he prayed and prayed to whoever listened to his tormented thoughts, to keep your lips from ever asking that question again. It was a delicate balance the two of you had achieved, and one he was terrified of breaking.

And yet, with a simple word you smashed it into pieces.

"Yes", you responded.

Suguru's smile fell. He swiftly turned his body away, pretending to reach for more tea; all so that you would not see. What would happen if he told you he went out to gather more powerful curses in order to turn humankind either subservient or extinct? You could neither see curses nor knew of the Jujutsu world's existence. And, most importantly, at the end of the day, you were a human.

A human; that thought was the most disgusting reminder that you were in fact from a different species than he. He had told himself that a number of times, yet even now he refused to believe it. There was no way a soul as wonderful as yours could ever belong to the body of a filthy disgraceful monkey. But...

"Would you like to accompany me today?", he asked with a sweet tone. The bright smile you returned to him stuck a knife to his throat. He pushed his words through the narrow passage the blade had left and forced himself to continue. "I shall meet you at the entrance in 15 minutes", he kept up the pretence as he stood and until he walked past the door.

He was playing you. He knew he was playing you. But he had to. He had no choice. He wanted, no, NEEDED you to agree to his ideals for if someone as goodhearted as you endorsed him it would convince him again that he was right. That the blood was needed. That the sacrifice was necessary. And yet, deep down he knew the truth; he knew you'd never agree with him, not if you knew all of what he did. He had to make you believe curses were real and tell you how they were created but he could never ever let you find out about his plan to eliminate them. The thought of your hatred crashing upon him burned like acid in his heart.

He leaned against the wall. His hand blindly fumbled through his blue sleeve until it retrieved a yellow telegram with coordinates. Finally, after months of searching another special grade spirit fell right on his hands. All he had to do was get to it before its location reached the ears of the jujutsu society's elders.

"Ready", your cheerful voice made his heart flutter like a butterfly under a gentle summer breeze. It had been a couple of months since he had seen you in casual clothes. Though the attire he had acquired for you to fit in with the temple's environment was regal and elegant, he could not deny the appeal of your modern human clothing as it hugged your curves without being provocative. "Is this okay?", your eyes scanned your body.

Suguru snapped out of his daydreaming. He cleared his thought, his fist in front of his lips providing some decent cover for his soft blush. "It's good", he said and began walking.

You followed him. To your surprise, he led you towards the courtyard rather than the exit. You hurried your steps until you finally caught up to him.

"I have something for you", he took out a pair of glasses with a blue rim from his sleeve.

"Glasses?"

"You'll need them", he took in a deep breath, his eyes screwed on the light blue sky. "Do you trust me?", he suddenly asked. He could practically feel your gentle smile even if he could not see it.

"Of course I do", you wore the glasses he gave you, "you saved my life."

Suguru nodded. "Whatever you see, know that I'd never put you in danger", he held your hand, "You'll probably run away though..."

"I won't", you said determinedly but Suguru did not believe you. He scoffed without providing an excuse for it. At the end of the day, you were human. He had to remember:

You were human.

An ear-splitting shriek echoed down the halls of the temple. Soon a shadow covered the bright September sun. As the darkness approached its form became clearer; two wings sprang from its body and a pair of claws reached towards the approaching ground. The new clarity the glasses gave you overwhelmed your sensible mind as you saw a creature unlike any other land in the courtyard in front of you. Its pelikan body had feathers made of leaves and branches that rustled as the wind blew past them. The creature opened its enormous beak revealing the rosey cavern of its mouth. Your eyes widened. Your feet instinctively backed away until Suguru's hand pulled you back to his side.

"My, is that all your words' worth?", he chuckled, never taking his eyes off the creature. You suddenly remembered what he had said and relaxed in his grip. He raised an eyebrow, his gaze finally turning towards you. "Huh", he smiled in surprise, "Aren't you worried I'll feed you to our new visitor?"

You frowned at him. "You're not going to hurt me", you said determinedly, "I trust you"

He seemed to be taken aback, at least for the fraction of the second he allowed you to see his face before turning it away. He was smiling to himself with hope as he hid his expression from you. When he was finally in control again, he led the two of you towards the creature. Your body trembled as your eyes looked at its open mouth, but instead of pulling away, you squeezed his hand harder. He opened his palm and let your fingers intertwine with his, basking in your warmth. He climbed in first to encourage you and gave you his hand to pull you up. Soon he was holding you firmly by the waist as he ordered the creature to take off. One look on the ground below was enough to send you to his strong arms. He was grateful for the way you hid your face so that you could not see the soft smile grace his lips as he placed his hand on your back.

"What is this thing?", you said to his chest.

"It's a traditional attire from..."

"That's not what I meant"

"I know", he said softly, "I'll explain. I promised you I would, didn't I? I just need you to be brave for me today, a little bit more than usual. Can you do that?"

You hesitantly nodded your head as you kept it away from the terrifying view that expanded outside the creature's half-closed mouth. You felt the weight of Suguru's head as he rested his chin on the crown of your hair. Your breath hitched at how your heartbeat grew after such a small action on his part. But his body was warm as the cold gusts of wind that plague the stratosphere sneaked inside the pelican's mouth, and his hand was soft and comforting as it slowly rubbed your back up and down.

"This creature that we're on is a curse", he said softly.

"A curse?", your voice came out calmer this time.

"Yes", his thumb traced small circles on your back, "There's a great deal of them in the world, but humans are ignorant of their existence."

"How am I seeing this now...", you asked before answering your own question.

"That's right", Suguru smiled at your perceptiveness, "They let you see the world as a sorcerer sees it"

"Suguru-san....", you finally pulled back a little, enough to look up to him, "Is that what you are? A sorcerer?"

He smiled and nodded. "Each sorcerer has a special technique, most of the time unique to their family bloodline", he used his finger you lift your chin, "Mine is to capture and control curses like this. Others have different ways to exorcise them"

"Exorcise? You mean they're normally harmful?", you tried to turn your head away to examine the creature, but Suguru guided your eyes back to his.

"You have nothing to worry about", he said calmly, "When I take control of a curse it can't disobey me"

At that moment the curse landed in what seemed to be an abandoned graveyard, half buried by trees and overgrown shrubbery. Suguru got off first and extended his hand towards you, but you were reluctant to take it.

"You trust me, right?", his eyes looked at yours pleadingly. Nothing could describe the relief and joy he felt when you finally took his hand.

He helped you descend from the curse's mouth. He kept you closed to him as the two of you walked around in the forest. Suddenly, he stopped, lifting his hands in high alert.

"Stay behind me", he said before a bone-shuddering scream echoed around the trees. The body of a pale woman as tall as the trees around her made its appearance from the shadows. Her nails and teeth were sharpened like knives, a trail of black dye connecting her eyes to her chin as if her makeup dripped down her skin after endlessly weeping.

"Suguru!", you pulled him away as she charged, her claws ready for attack. His eyes widened in surprise. Your fingers gripped his sleeve with a might he would never imagine you would have. Your eyes darted around at the slightest rustle of leaves, searching for the creature, as you kept his body behind yours. He chuckled to himself, a strange warm feeling overtaking him when he realized you were trying to protect him from something that was a mere trifle to him but a deadly danger to you.

As the curse made its appearance again you kept him behind you. It was too late to run so you closed your eyes and turned your head to the side as you braced for what was to come, never cowering away from protecting him. Suguru was standing calmly behind you, trying his best not to chuckle. He lifted his hand and after a while, the curse turned to a golden mist which concentrated into a small black and gold orb in his hand. He placed his other hand on the shoulder of your shuddering form.

"It's over. We're fine", he said.

You opened your eyes in surprise and quickly examined your unharmed body. "H...How...? What happened?", you said before jolting your body towards him, "Are you okay?"

Suguru chuckled. "I'm fine", he offered you the small orb, "See? She's trapped now. Under my control"

Your eyes examined the defeated curse as a feeling of deja vu tingled your body. "You did this before....when we met", you said, "One of these suddenly appeared in your hand....did I...did I have curses?"

Suguru caressed your hair. "They're gone now too", he said calmly, "Don't worry about it"

He took the sphere back and turned his back on you so that he could gulp it down in secret as you were lost in your thoughts. He tried to keep silent, but he could not help the grunt of disgust that escaped him at the overwhelming taste of the special-grade spirit he had just captured.

"Are you okay?", you run to him. He was glad to see the worry in your eyes as they darted around his body, tirelessly trying to figure out what pained him. It was such a curious feeling, to be someone worth worrying for. He did not remember the last time he...

"It's fine, I promise", he said calmly.

"Is this what you do then?", a blush crept on your cheeks, "You go out to capture these creatures?"

Suguru nodded.

"That's...incredible Suguru!"

He was stunned. He thought you would be angry or at least scared of him if he showed you his world. He never thought....

No. That was not what you were talking about.

"What makes you think so?", he said even though he was not prepared for the answer he knew was inevitably coming.

"You must have saved so many people Suguru!", you smiled warmly at him with an admiration that poured acid over his heart, "Like you saved me". You wrapped your arms around his torso, hugging him close to you. "Thank you Suguru", you said, "Thank you for keeping us safe"

His smile fell now that you could not see it. He numbly wrapped his arms around your body too, letting his right hand rest behind your head. He could not tell you. He could never, WOULD never tell you. Now he knew you would never understand. But he could not part from this warmth either. He needed it like his body needed the air he breathed.

"You'll always be safe", he said but neglected to mention that he was not using plural, "I promise"

You were not human. He refused to believe it. You could not be like those monkeys he had grown to hate. What you were, was his, and that was all there was to it.

He tightened his embrace around you.

[remedyxtragedy]

Important conversation to be had up ahead--

There are plenty of absurd things in this world I've long since stopping caring about because it is my understanding that there is only so much that can come from fretting over things that are beyond our control, however still I must reiterate that there are equally as many absurd things even I absolutely have to recognize and address because too often do they just fly under the radar. Such things including the romanticization of murderers, serial killers, and literally any disgusting degenerate who we should unconditionally deplore and reject.

Why, why in good God's name is this even an issue? Why must people like this further taint my perceptions of humanity? Frequently, I try to remind myself that this world is still worth living in, that out there exists a vast sea of good, benevolent people who make the experience all the more tolerable and that I shouldn't let a few bad eggs ruin the joyride of life, but then...when I go on the internet and stumble upon yet another case of some fatherless disgrace sympathizing with, simping for, and sometimes even flat out idolizing a serial killer, whether they're real or fictional, instantly I want to leap out the nearest window because I just cannot fathom for the life of me how these people are even real and how on a daily basis, I am coexisting with them.

I don't know why some people think that just because they're folding over a fictional serial killer it's trivial next to the fans of real life shit stains on the cloth of humanity, but I will gladly take them by the hand, sit their ignorant asses down, and explain in vivid detail why that is an abhorrently unsound mindset. I can't help but glare at my own sister in disgust every time she goes on about how she like's Ghost Face; my scorn is not exclusive to people outside my family--I either hate or love everyone, no one is spared.

There's a stark contrast between admiring how these characters are written and incorporating them into your work innocuously, as I too can resonate with, and just straight up finding them attractive regardless of the profoundly disgusting things they've done. I don't know what the psychology behind this looks like, I'm obviously in so such way educated in that regard, but maybe It's really easy for me to not fall head over heels for legit menaces to law and order because in my time I've read a good few encyclopedias on these kinds of people and am now cursed with the knowledge of how life can, has, and always will be horrifically desecrated by these monsters. It's just one of the few things I just cannot stomach.

Confidently, I can declare that we as a species are regressing, and it's evident in the good-for-nothings who spew nothing but parochial, myopic bullshit and are ever so sneakily infiltrating the public scene. As I'm a Christian, I trust in Jesus's return and the rapture, but as an individually intuitive girl with a wild imagination and dark thoughts that ceaselessly loom over me no matter how badly I want them to go away, a funny thought I quite like entertaining is that every effort humans make to consolidate our presence here on Earth only brings us closer to our inevitable demise, at some point we will outstay our welcome in this world, try and bush barriers we were not mean to, and the outcome is gonna be ugly. It all starts with little oddities here and there, little creases and cracks being formed in our design, and those things amass into a bigger formidable issue composed of all the fissures we've failed to patch, and that happens over and over all gain until it balloons far out of our control into a permanent fracture that we're just gonna have to learn how to mold around and coexist with. Perhaps one day, and one day soon, they become too much for the scaffolds of our civilizations to bear, which at that point causes the creeds and views we've founded our homes, hospitals, economy, society, and government upon to come toppling over until finally we find ourselves descending into a downward incline towards total catastrophe. Let it be known, that Idiosyncratic is founded upon this random notion I threw together during a more darker period in my life. I never would've thought such misanthropic thinking would culminate into the best premise I've ever come up with, obviously in my personal person.

Imma be working on a series of artworks showcasing what the Whitman propaganda in my book is gonna look like, and an idea I have for one of them is a visual displaying the human evolution chart except after the Homo Sapien stage we start regressing all the way back to whatever the hell the first stage is, until again they continue to evolve but iat the end of this series instead of there being a human it's Whitman himself, who is by the by no way shape or form human. It's like, we rose, we fell, then rose again--but no longer are we what we were before. I probably sound mad right now, but I promise it'll make a lot more sense once I actually make it.

Anyways, that's all I got to say right now, but just as a final comment--why is it that people are so adamant that it's either science or religion? Why can't everything be perfectly and meticulously intertwined? The way I see it, faith is not founded upon having absolute definitive proof of a a higher omnipotent being, it's believing in them and trusting in them unconditionally and wholeheartedly, you needn't know that they're there to know that they're there, if that makes sense. For me, it was never a matter of whether or not God is real--that much is practically innate to my being--it was always, why does he work in such esoteric ways? When I was younger, the answer was far beyond me, but now I know better--and I am endlessly astounded by God's work. That's my take, though.

[daniswoso]

making this post because many people have decided to come into my asks and ask very personal questions, pester me about asks, and i believe i even had a threat. I have since deleted these asks and won’t be replying to any of them. i am working to get fics out, they will become slower if you (not saying it’s everyone, i have a feeling it’s a few people making continuous requests) continue to pester me.

we authors owe no one anything, i have school, a part time job and as of recent have been in and out of the hospital due to my health. i have a heart condition, it doesn’t get better with stress being put on me. please for the love of god be mindful of other people.

us authors are humans, simple as that. human. we have lives, families, partners, work, school, our own issues and needs. you cannot expect any of us to drop what we are doing for you. i know this has been happening to quite a few other writers in the woso tumblr community, and it is disgraceful.

we are humans, please treat us as such.

[enruiinas]

I’m still on my Law novel feels BS, so I thought I’d sit down and sort through a few of my favorite lines/things I feel are most integral to my understanding of Law as a character (and therefore my portrayal of him).

Long, rambly post with many feels and spoilers from the Law novel ahead. Like, direct quotes from the entire thing so… read at your own risk if you haven’t read it.

♡ “And if White Lead Disease had never existed, maybe my parents, my sister Lami and I would be running a hospital by now. For a moment, the scene I imagine dazzles me. Oh yes, what happiness that would be. But at the same time, I know that I will never be able to find this lost world. I must no longer lean toward the past, but move toward the future.”

There is a part of Law that has always and will always think of the “what if”s and how things might have gone differently in every aspect of his life. He wonders what it would have been like if his family survived and he’d had a normal childhood. He wonders what would have happened if Cora-san had lived, what might have happened if he’d given his missive to any other marine besides Vergo, and if it would have been better if Cora had never met him. These are a few of the darker places he goes when he’s left to his own devices or there’s no one around to keep his thoughts from spiraling. It’s stated again and again throughout the novel how seriously Law takes his duty as the leader of the squad, captain of the crew, how much it means to him that people follow and learn from him, etc. Bepo, Penguin, and Shachi need him as a leader role in their lives in pursuit of their own meaning and ambitions- but he NEEDS to be needed in a leader capacity just as much. Knowing people depend on him and need him to keep moving forward gives him the means to keep those “what if” thoughts at arms’ length. Yes, it’s nice to envision the might have beens, but he knows it would be entirely too easy to lose himself in them if he didn’t have a reason to push through and keep moving forward.

Along those same lines…

♡ “I can’t lose, I don’t have the right.”

He’s put himself in the position to lead them- as much for their sake as his. Now he’s committed and this is what he reminds himself when things get hard or they’re facing difficult obstacles. He’s been saved by the kindness of people and handed his life back twice - first in Cora-san’s sacrifice to find a cure and free him, and again after Wolf finds him in the cave following his extraction of the White Lead Disease from his body. Does he sometimes still experience survivor guilt after everything he’s been through? Absolutely. But he’s been given his life and knows he can’t disgrace his late benefactor by letting it go to waste. He has to live make sure his death meant something by living to the fullest extent he can.

♡ “I thought I had nothing more to hope for from anyone, the way Cora acted towards me prompted me to give them a second chance to people and to believe in the human again.”

♡ “Aah… the more I think about it, the more I tell myself that in fact, this world is not that bad.”

These two quotes come up early in Law’s stay with Wolf and pretty quickly following his savior’s death. In the few short months they had together, Cora-san managed to instill such powerful ideas and hopes in a kid that was hellbent on burning the world down.

Law absolutely knows that the world is far from perfect. He’s seen horrible things and was for a very long time a hurt little boy very much afraid of the pain and misery “bad adults” could inflict on children. He was afraid of their disapproval and their resentment. But Corazon taught him to love again and to open up to seeing the good in people again.

This was one of the things where the depth the novel provided really took me by surprise. Prior to reading it, I liked to think about the similarities between Law and Robin and how the latter had come to see good in people again but Law hadn’t quite made it there yet. But that’s not true at all. I didn’t realize how big of an affect the 3 years on Swallow Island and the company of his friends really impacted him.

This fell apart a little as I was writing it because this post is getting pretty long on my phone (I’ll probably edit this part later), but my takeaway from this part is for all his stoic demeanor, Law does see and value the kindness in people and is motivated by hope and good things. The novel even states that his goals when he sets out include:

♡ “Enemies to beat, countries to save, an immense sea on which to travel with his crew…”

For a kid so determined on insisting he’s “not a good person”, umm. Yes, he is. And I think everyone who really knows him would refute that claim of his.

♡ I didn’t save the exact quote, but it’s important to me to note that Law really enjoyed the three years on Swallow Island. He cherished the time spent with Wolf and the OG3, loved their meals together, loved their little makeshift family. He loved the people of Pleasure Town and the work he did in the clinic, and a part of him knows it would have been easier to stay there than you’d think before he learns to pursue his goals and the concept of “true freedom”. (This was another ‘wow’ moment for me because I’d always leaned into unresolved angst and inner turmoil. Prior to the novel I would have said -did say, even, in plotting with @clownquixote- that Law would never want to go back to North Blue because too much bad happened there. But I can absolutely see him looking forward to going back and seeing Wolf again someday now, even if it’s not to stay.)

Lastly, two random lines I don’t have to elaborate upon a lot but that are super important:

♡ “I suddenly have the impression of seizing this ‘joy of the doctor’ that my parents looked for more than anything in the world, they who taught me everything.”

Combined with Law’s insistence to Wolf that he would only ever use his DF to be the best doctor he could be, he takes his profession as a doctor very seriously. It is essential to who he is, even more so than being a pirate or the Captain of the Heart pirates.

♡ “It’s not that I have a heart of stone, but I don’t want my feelings to be a brake on my progress.” // ♡ “Then I turn around so that none of those in the room can see how silly happiness makes me look.”

Law does feel things. I would even venture to say he feels things A LOT and more deeply than most- good or bad. He just knows how to take all of those feelings and convert them into what he needs to keep moving forward and being the other thing he loves being: a leader to those who needed one. And also, he is a dork and will hide happiness just as much as he would hide his tears.

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Oops I had to edit to add this: despite all the progress I didn’t know he made and the insight he gained on Swallow Island, I have strong thoughts on what the things he saw unfold at Marineford and time alone on Punk Hazard did to him. I rambled last night that he needs people around him to keep him from spiraling and NOT having them around for a while certainly resulted in steps backwards in many aspects. Maybe he’s lost sight of the good things again temporarily besides his own crew but no, I don’t think the part of him that sees the good in people/the world (or wants to) is gone.

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[v-spiegelman]

Wakfu OC biography

Ralph Aubrey, eniripsa

His life path began quite usually... for the eniripsa from a venerable family of doctors. The best Medical Academy of the whole World of Twelve, where he did gnaw the granite of science. Ralph did established autority very fast, he was efficient, neat, incredibly polite, but, more importanly, he was talented. When did the time of choosing the specialization came, everybody expected that Ralph, the excellent student, will someday become a personal healer of the Queen. But he decided to work with the cursed people and (gasp!) the possedees. Precisely because nobody wanted to approach them, not to mention healing them. Because to those beasts were sent the most hopelesses students, the ones, who hasn't enough credits for the sane specializations. Aubrey's aim was simple but noble – to give those desperates the hope. He worked tirelessly, accepted those unfortunate ones at whom the other doctors only squinted with disgust. Gaining experience, he began to put on their feet the ones from whose cases the other doctors only threw up their hands. And whether Eniripsa blessed him, or he did sold his soul to Rushu, but he became famous someday. The daughter of iop lord was cursed be the man to whom she refused a marriage proposal. Ralph watched the disgrace of whose who laughed at his desire to work with nonhumans and fuglies. And then the entrance of hero – after the week of healing here is the same ginger beauty, that you used to know. Aubrey was generously rewarded. In front of his cabinet the queues sudennly arosed, the exastic rumors became louder and louder. The hospital, which was in disrepair, had been multiplied by funding, having learned what miracles, hitherto unknown, are happening there. Order of shushu guardians, having realised that there's a doctor, who can operate the guard, mutilated by unsuccessful fusion, has instantly become the sponsor. A dilapidated building has undergone a major overhaul. But not everything went as smoothly as our hero would like. With the growth of fame, diagnoses have become more complicated. People were brought to the hospital with such terrible diseases that even Ralph was powerless. Many curses progressed rapidly: in the morning it could be a person with encouraging forecasts, and in the evening - a monstrous substance spread over the bed. There were those patients who went insane. Ralph didn't give up. The order has commited a squad of demon-fighters, capable to cope with the fang-clanging beast. Ralph decided to inject those patients with the tranquilizers in such a big dose that would definitely knock out such a monster. Ralph asked for the license from the government. Expenses again, immoderate expenses. Then one of those held in the special section somehow overcomes the opiate sleep, did break the chains, the door. The hospital barely escaped carnage. Aubrey did decide to take a difficult step - to kill those who lose their human personality. Kill instantly. Even if they seem harmless. To inconsolable relatives we would tell that the patient died at night, would give out the body in a closed coffin, and bury it only in the cemetery next to the hospital. Ralph lost his sleep, he began to see monsters and formless substances. For twenty cured, there was one such... a monster. But they are the most memorable. Tons of bouquets, camas, mentions in the newspapers, heartfelt thanksgiving from the rescued. Eniripsa Queen gave Ralph the order on honor. But nothing pleases him anymore, because these empty eyes, drool from the mouth, these paws that reach for him, these shapeless bodies... they haunt him. But nothing pleases him anymore, because these empty eyes, drool from the mouth, these paws trying to reach for him, these shapeless bodies... they're everythere. Day and night. Ralph locks the door to his office with the complex key. At home he places a stasis gun near his bed. As soon as he treated the young man, it would seem that he's on the mend - but no. Ralph's white coat is again stained with bloody mucus. Again these sticky rocesses with an unintelligible groan reach for his throat... stupid unreasonable eyes... Shoot! How much blood where is on his hands? Ralph doesn't know. Probably as many as saved lives.

Time goes by, Ralph becomes just a cynic, mechanically doing his job. What does he care about these beasts, let them shout, he is doing his job despite. But even to ordinary people, he becomes cold and indifferent. The rules in the hospital are getting tougher, for violation of discipline – a severe reprimand. The former intellectual hates whining and liberties. Don’t even try to shed your tears in front of him.

Shut up and give me paw! Don’t you ever try to bare your fangs or we’ll knock them out, understood?

The girl could not stand taking twenty pills a day, began to secretly drain them into the toilet. The result – the tentacle tangle, that she became, smashed the wall, well at least not bearing. We will strictly control the intake of pills, they’ll drink them in our presence. And let someone just try to vomit!

Ralph is thirty-five, and he feels like an old man. He is already engaged in administrative affairs, writes a scientific paper, handed the monsters into the hands of the young. At home he feels calm with his beloved wife and cute bow-meow, and also a faithful violin, which he has been playing since school years.

this text in my native language:

Ральф Обри, энирипса Его жизненный путь начался весьма стандартно... для энирипсы из именитой врачебной дина��тии. Лучшая медицинская академия Мира Двенадцати, где он несколько лет корпел над справочниками и грыз гранит науки. Очень быстро Ральф заработал авторитет, он был исполнительным, аккуратным, невероятно вежливым, но главное – способным. Когда пришло время специализации, все ожидали, что Ральф, отличник по всем предметам и любимец преподавателей, решит расти до личного королевского врача – у него были все задатки на это. Но нет, он решает работать с проклятиями, и (о, ужас!) одержимостями. Именно потому, что туда никто не шел. Потому что к этим тварям отправляли самых безнадежных выпускников, тех, кто профукал конкурс на все вменяемые на��равления. Обри двигала благородная цель – дать отчаявшимся людям надежду. Он трудился не покладая рук, принимал тех, на кого остальные врачи лишь брезгливо косились. Набираясь опыта, он начал ставить на ноги тех, от чьих случаев другие специалисты по проклятиям лишь разводили руками. И то ли сама Энирипса его благословила, то ли он продал душу Рушу, но про него узнали. Дочь иопского лорда проклял человек, которому она отказала в предложении руки и сердца. Ральф видел, как позорятся те, кто смеялся над над его стремлением работать с нелюдями и уродцами. А потом встречайте появление героя – через неделю лечения двери покоев открывает все та же красавица, которой ее все помнили. Обри был щедро награжден, но главное, что он приобрел – славу. К нему потянулись очереди, про него пошли восторженные слухи. Госпиталю, бывшему в запустении, во много раз увеличили финансирование, узнав, какие чудеса, неведомые доселе, там творятся. Орден стражей, узнав, что есть медик, способный прооперировать стража, искалеченного неудачным слиянием, мигом записался в спонсоры. В полуразрушенном здании сделали капитальный ремонт. Но не все шло так гладко, как нашему герою хотелось бы. С ростом славы стали и усложняться диагнозы. В госпиталь привозили людей с такими ужасными болезнями, от которых даже Ральф умывал руки. Многие проклятия стремительно прогрессировали: утром это мог быть человек с обнадеживающими прогнозами, а вечером – растекшейся по кровати чудовищной субстанцией. Были и те пациенты, что сходили с ума. Ральф не сдавался. Орден ему выдал целый штат демоноборцев, способных унять лязгающего клыками зверя. Ральф решает по самое нехочу наколоть таких товарищей снотворным, да притом настолько мощным, чтоб оно подействовало даже на такое чудовище. Выпрашивает лицензию у государства. Снова расходы, неумеренные расходы. Потом один из содержавшихся в особой секции каким-то образом преодолевает сон из опиатов, рвет цепи, выламывает дверь. Чудом избежали резни. Обри решается на тяжелый шаг – убивать тех, кто теряет человеческую личность. Убивать моментально. Даже если они кажутся безобидными. Безутешным родственникам говорить, что пациент скончался ночью, выдавать тело в закрытом гробу, хоронить исключительно на кладбище рядом с госпиталем. Ральф перестает спать по ночам, ему начинают видеться монстры и бесформенные субстанции. На двадцать вылеченных приходился один такой... урод. Но запоминались они ярче всех. Тонны букетов, кам, упоминаний в газетах, сердечных благодарений от спасенных. Королева энирипса выдает Ральфу орден почета. Но его уже ничто не радует, ведь эти пустые глаза, слюни изо рта, эти лапы, которые к нему тянутся, эти бесформенные тела... они его преследуют. Днем и ночью. Ральф запирает дверь в своей кабинет на сложнейший ключ. Дома ставит рядом с кроватью стазисную пушку. Только он лечил юношу, казалось бы все, идет на поправку – но нет, белый халат Ральфа снова заляпан кровавой слизью, эти липкие отростки с невразумительным стоном тянутся к его горлу... тупые неразумные глаза... Пристрелить! Сколько уже крови на его руках? Ральф сам не знает. Наверное, столько же, сколько спасенных жизней. Эти чудовища, эти омерзительные твари сколько раз хотели его убить? Но самое страшное, что когда-то они были людьми. Людьми, которых Ральф хотел спасти всей душой, и которых ему приходится раз за разом убивать. Или отдавать приказ об убийстве, по большей части.

Со временем Ральф становится лишь циником, механически выполняющим свою работу. Что ему до этих уродцев, пускай себе орут, пускай себе тянутся, он свое дело сделал. Но и до обычных людей он становится холоден и безучастен. Порядки в больнице становятся жесче, за нарушение дисциплины – суровый выговор. Бывший интеллигент ненавидит нытье и вольности. Не надо ему тут слезы лить.

Лапу дал живо. Пасть закрыл. Я тебе полязгаю!

Девушка не выдержала прием двадцати таблеток в день, начала тайком сливать их в унитаз. Итог – тентаклевый клубок разнес стену, хорошо хоть не несущую. Будем жестко контролировать прием таблеток, пусть пьют при нас. И пусть кто-то только попробует выблевать! Ральфу тридцать пят��, а он чувствует себя стариком. Он уже занимается административными делами, пишет научную работу, передал уродцев в руки молодых. Единственное, что дома его ждет любимая жена и ласковый боу-мяу, а еще верная скрипка, на которой он играет еще со школьных лет.

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[tired-sayaka-ada]

"Isn't that Mrs Murata?"

"The one with the violent troubled kid?"

"Yea...heard she put that poor kid in the hospital"

Small voices. Something that greeted me no matter where I went, always the little voices of the incident that had happened just a few days ago. I had stained what was the crystal clean cover of my familes name. I was now the violent child. The disgrace. Something undeserving of the affection my parents had once given me. I still can't get the taste of his blood out of my mouth. The way it partially dried on my skin. The blood of a human in my hands. It's disgusting. That's what father tells me. The idea that his only daughter would take a blade to her classmates throat was something that could never cross his mind. By the time I was allowed back into a school setting. The ridicule was agonizing. Every day. Continuous torture.

He never walked a step out the hospital.

And it was my fault.

(Sayaka's memory log)

[nadzhosny2]

We need to wake the hell up

I have seen more horrific and devastating images coming from Gaza in the past week than ever before but the images I saw two days ago have got to be the worst I’ve ever seen in my entire life.

The settler colony of Israel bombed Al Ahli hospital in Gaza killing at least 810 people while hundreds more are buried beneath the wreckage. Instagram was full of nightmare footage; videos and images of the aftermath of the blast; bodies strewn everywhere, blood on the floor, fires ranging, people covered in soot and dust running for cover. There was a video of a man carrying the remains of his son in plastic bags. The REMAINS of his son because his body had been blasted apart, like so many others. There were body parts laying everywhere that it is going to be next to impossible to accurately determine how many people have died. That hospital had displaced people seeking refuge, doctors, nurses and aid workers trying to heal the already massive amount of wounded from the previous bombings. All wiped out, massacred in minutes. As all of this was happening, Hananya Naftali, who creates digital content for Israel’s Prime Minister posted a now-deleted tweet saying that the Israeli Air Force struck a Hamas terrorist base inside the hospital but as soon as footage came out of the civilian deaths, they deleted the evidence, instead claiming that it was a failed rocket launched by the Palestinian Islamic Jihad that was the cause of the bombing, which the group issued a statement on denying the claims.

Nobody is reporting about this, nobody is reporting that they admitted it and then retracted it. Nobody is mentioning that they do this all the time. Nobody is mentioning how this would not be the first hospital the zionist settler colony of Israel has bombed. They have destroyed hospitals, clinics, targeted ambulances, killed medics, murdered civilians while they slept in the merciless bombardment of homes. Entire families wiped out from the civil registry. Many had fled from the north of Gaza after the call by the settler colony for them to move to the South in 24 hours for their ‘safety’. Then they slaughtered them on the road while they travelled. Two days ago, the settler colony of Israel bombed a UN humanitarian aid warehouse containing wheat flour, powdered milk and other basic necessities for survival. 95% of the water in Gaza is contaminated and will lead to severe sickness and disease. Many more will die from starvation and infections from poor treatment of injuries. What diabolical, deranged mind intentionally butchers innocent civilians? What is happening in Palestine can no longer be described as genocide or even ethnic cleansing. It is beyond mass extermination- it is total erasure and we are watching it happen. The human race is capable of the most depraved and heinous actions. We are no strangers to mass killings, to dehumanising other people. It is splattered all over our history books and we STILL DO NOT LEARN. History is constantly repeating itself; the slave trade, the Holocaust, Apartheid, the Rwandan genocide, the Srebrenica genocide and so much more violence and bloodshed all over the world. We need to WAKE THE FUCK UP! When does it end?

Are we not all human beings? Are we not made up of the same flesh and blood? The same exact body parts, capable of the same emotions? Do we not all do the same things; eat, sleep, work, shit, go out? Do we not all have the same exact right to live? Is the world not big enough for all of us to exist in peace? Why are we letting trivial differences divide us? Why do we constantly let them drive us to kill, humiliate and dehumanise? WHAT’S THE FUCKING POINT? What are we proving? Why do we have to impose rule upon other people? Why do we have to subjugate others? Why is the world filled with so much hate for fellow human beings?

We should all be asking ourselves all of these questions because truly, we have become an utter disgrace. The human race is a deplorable and despicable thing, capable of the most evil and dangerous actions imaginable.

75 years. That’s how long the Palestinians have been suffering. Being pushed out of their rightful homes by the zionist settler colony. Being denied basic human rights, being treated worse than animals, all for having the audacity to exist. What have they done to deserve all this malice, hatred and cruelty? Children in Gaza are growing up traumatised beyond belief, they will NEVER be the same. The settler colony of Israel has scarred entire GENERATIONS with their violence and the worst part is that they are still receiving support!

The Western powers that be are standing behind them as they annihilate the Palestinians in Gaza, spouting anti-Palestinian rhetoric and encouraging hateful language. The US and the West were quick to jump on the racist fabrications of baby beheadings, mass rapes and a global day of Jihad by Hamas that the settler colony was touting. Biden himself said he had seen pictures of the alleged beheadings when there were none and the White House had to quickly retract his statement. Everyone is quick to believe the most horrific actions by the Palestinians but when the settler colony bombs civilians on the road or a HOSPITAL, they are ‘defending’ themselves. The mainstream media houses are on the side of the oppressors and publishing news stories that are incorrect and using language that instills anti-Palestinian sentiment. Everyone is so ready to accept the image of the angry Arab, the evil muslim, the heinous savagery innate to our identity that they don’t even stop to question whether this is factual information or not. All this islamophobia and racism is a result of the West and their control over the media, pushing hate and discrimination down people’s throats.

This antagonism has led to bigoted attacks on innocent muslims in other countries. In Chicago, 6-year-old Wadea Al-Fayoume and his mother Hanaan Shahin, 32, were attacked by their landlord on Saturday. The boy was stabbed 26 times while his mother suffered multiple wounds. expected The Council on American-Islamic Relations (CAIR), a civil rights group, has reported cases of harassment, intimidation, vandalism or bigoted internet posting from people with responsible positions in New York, Boston, Philadelphia, San Diego, St. Louis and Cleveland, plus Austin, Texas, and Dearborn, Michigan. The assailant attempted to choke the mother and said “You Muslims must die,” CAIR said, citing text messages that Shahin sent to the boy’s father from the hospital. In Milan, a man assaulted UNICEF fundraisers raising money for Gaza. He was caught on video yelling at the workers while saying that he would ‘’kill’ them if they said the word ‘Palestine’ one more time. Here is the result of all the racism that is being pushed out into the world.

We have to get the truth from social media of all places. From people in Gaza themselves who are sharing their horror stories. The settler colony has cut off basic needs for the people in Gaza to survive; food, water, electricity-threatening to bomb aid trucks if they try to enter the city. All because the Palestinians had enough and tried to take back their land by any means necessary. These people have been pushed to the brink. They don’t care if they live or die as long as they defend themselves after years of being helpless. If what Hamas did was dropping a stone in the ocean, the settlers responded with a tsunami.

Today, the fear of what comes next is looming larger for Palestinians than the cruelty of the world’s apparent indifference to their suffering.

Don’t just push for a ceasefire or peace, push for their liberation. A ceasefire is temporary, even the so called ‘peace’ that everyone is touting is temporary. A halt to the violence will not free the Palestinians. When the settler colony of Israel stops bombing Gaza it will mean peace for the settlers but not the Palestinians, because peace for the settlers means the Palestinians remain living under military occupation, living under apartheid, living under the rule of a settler colony. They will still be trapped in an open air prison, they will still not be in their rightful homes, they will still have to endure checkpoints and searches in their OWN COUNTRY. The 500+ Israeli military checkpoints set up all throughout Palestinian land in the West Bank to restrict Palestinian movement will still exist; a checkpoint system only for Palestinians, not the zionist settlers. They have the freedom to go wherever and do whatever they want. A checkpoint system that is innately violent, where thousands of Palestinians line up every single day for their IDs to be checked, for their bags to be searched, their bodies to be searched, for their cars to be scanned by metal detectors. Lined up at a checkpoint with Israeli guards who are pointing guns directly at the Palestinians while they’re being searched. They have to wait for hours to pass through, in silence.

Now in this image, is there peace? Yes. But is there freedom? No. Is there equality? Fuck no. So peace for the zionist settlers means silence from the Palestinians. Settlers can only uphold their peace and freedom as long as the Palestinians are quiet and not resisting. And how does the West portray Palestinians as soon as they start resisting? Terrorists. The settler colony’s Minister of Defence called them ‘human animals’.

If you open Apple, Google or any other digital map and type Palestine, you will not find it. You will only find Israel. If you’re lucky, you may be directed to a small patchwork of what is called ‘Palestinian Territories’ firmly imbedded inside Israel lest anyone mistakenly think it is an independent nation. And of course, you will find nowhere on any map the key word that comes before Palestinian Territories to lay bare the ugly, but necessary and harrowing truth: Occupied.

In an ideal future, yes peace would be nice. It would be great actually. But we cannot accept and push this narrative when the system itself that the Israeli colony is built on, at its core, is not peaceful. The system itself is violent. The way that it was established was not peaceful. The way it’s maintained is not peaceful. And that’s why so many Palestinians say, ‘we don’t want peace, we want freedom’. Peace is not going to solve the occupation, the military blockade. And here’s the thing, the occupation in Palestine is tied to the West. First because the Israeli colony is supported and literally funded by the West. Second, the US and settler colony of Israel were built the same way. The US is just a lot older, just much further down in the timeline than the settler colony of Israel which is only 75 years old. There is an incredible amount of parallels between these two and that’s why they stick together.

For instance, at this very moment, peace for the US means silence for the blacks. When black people stand up and attempt to resist a system that was built on the backs of black slaves, whether through peaceful or non peaceful forms of resistance, white America will always view these movements as violent, as a disruption to peace. When in reality, it’s disruption to peace for white people. That’s why when Black Lives Matter started to gain traction, white America lost it’s shit. Because Black people were attempting to resist and reject a system that is built on their silence and if they even think to open their mouth, they’re violent. They don’t want peace. Accept the system, accept the status quo or you don’t want peace. That’s what the narrative they want us to believe.

The same thing happened in South Africa. The natives were forced to accept colonisation, accept theft of their land or that means they don’t want peace. They want violence. That’s just the nature of colonisation, that’s how it works. It’s freedom for settlers built on the backs of the indigenous people.

So when we talk, post and share on social media about Palestine, we cannot accept the narrative of peace and insinuate that that’s the solution. When peace equals freedom of the Palestinians, that’s when it’s acceptable. On social media, the hashtag isn’t #peaceforpalestine, it’s #FREEPALESTINE. The objective is liberation of Palestine, calling for peace only is helping the zionist’s cause because that means we think the Palestinians are violent and that we support violence. But that worry and that fear is literally proof of peace being used as a tool to suppress rejection of their status quo.

We need to start viewing this conflict the way it actually is, not the way mainstream media, the West and the zionists want us to see it. We need to define what Israel and Palestine clearly are. Israel is NOT a country but a SETTLER COLONY occupying the COUNTRY of PALESTINE. This is coloniser vs colonised. Same way white Europeans landed in North America and decided to claim the land as their own despite the native population, white Europeans landed in Palestine and decided to claim it as their own despite the indigenous Palestinian population.

The simple truth is that the word Palestine is deeply damaging to the settler colony of Israel’s image on the international stage. The word Palestine carries with it so much universally recognised victimhood and so many stories of oppression, subjugation and genocide that when it is included in the conversation, the settler colony simply cannot dispute, however desperately it tries to, it’s crimes. The moral weight of Palestine is so heavy that every time the word is uttered, you can hear the deflating hiss from the settler’s public relations bubble. No amount of beach resorts, tech and agricultural wizards can wipe the permanent stain of Palestinian blood off the settler’s hands. Which is why the settler colony believes that the only way to get rid of this heavy moral burden of Palestine is to quite literally GET RID of Palestine altogether and that includes completely erasing it from the map. And yet, it is the settler colony of Israel that is recognised by the UN, is a member of the UN and stands in front of the General Assembly, year after year, pleading to be protected from the ‘barbarian’ nations that supposedly wish to erase it from the map. The irony and the hypocrisy is real.

I urge each and every one of you reading this right now, if you have any form of social media; whether you have a huge following or even single digit followers, SPEAK UP! Use the power that you have to speak for the voiceless. Share posts about the siege in Gaza, educate yourself, your family and friends. Do not keep quiet. We can use social media as it is intended, to do good, to cast light on the horrific and barbaric attacks on innocent civilians. There are protests all over the world, condemnations from the few countries with right on their side and we can push it along.

Our posts matter, our stories on social media matter, we can make a difference for once. Let us not let history remember that we stood by and watched an entire group of people being utterly erased from existence by another. Let us not turn a blind eye to another catastrophe. Let us be better. Future generations will ask us where we were when all of this happened. Let us give the Palestinians the easiest thing we can give them; an eyewitness account to their pain, their suffering, the denial of their freedom.

[the-firebird69]

There are several things happening in county line and several things were doing they will ensure that we will survive

-the morelock are getting cut to ribbons and it is because of their attitude mainly and their attitude sucks they're not 45 for anything they don't get ready for anything they walk around threatening people and think they get stuff and they're idiots we're going to clean them out and our son's lifestyle is unacceptable

-these people are gross and they're ignorant and sick and puke out information and things are going to win it is vulgar we're moving in soon and we're going to take care of the problem in the meantime they're leaving and they're getting in trouble last night was the first night of Halloween second night actually well actually it's the first night of the movie she committed the murder in the movie and she's in jail and she kind of belongs there they put her in the mental hospital she escaped and she's going around killing people because you suck Jason is doing the same thing and he's in the movie tonight kisses on fire and please and goes back to New York and it's found in the lake area it is very demented looking and he hits a lot of you it's kind of what he looks like for real anyways there's a lot of people who know that but here is in a nutshell you're very despicable human beings and they treat people badly but as our son and daughter say the next treat people worse even by hand if he had to he would kill people if you went to prison and he's done it before not by hand but in the hospitals people were dying and he had other people killing people who went in and they got a lot of those hospital people and it wasn't illegal either for him to do it and you're holding a viper the military with a several groups permission and had to move down and they were astounded and then fear and they should have been and it came for them one by one and they disappeared and it was hell for them and they're dead dead a long time ago there's a few other things happening there's a large Force forming at the 14th ring and the first ring the 30 households went out and 30 are still there and they plan on attacking sometime today cuz he's going to the mall

-it's a gross thing it's a disgrace you're fighting each other and he doesn't like you for it there's a few other things you should know

-I'm fighting for our lives because you demand we do Virginia good job and you suck at it and you're going to find out pretty soon as your number is freaking very fast you're very fast

+we have a lot of things to do I'm going to get to it that's so important stuff in town happening

-the sheriff is brought down to 100 and they're not really supplementing or put a new sheriff in and they're crazy they want to run it like that and they want to force their way in with equipment so we are getting rid of the McDonald's and the max it's a daily chore and they die most of all of them now and it's only a matter of time Fuller gone and foreigners are doing the job too and Big Time

-there are a few more things when is one of them is we know she's tired and he's saying it's very tired but we have to get this out we have a few more things he has all these ideas for vehicles that we need to take time to concentrate on these idiots and we can have trainees do the car thing for now

-we have to see what the program will be and it's good and it's a good thing and trainees is a good idea and we're going to go with it now

-punta Gorda has a few problems and they won't get fixed by having no police and we will straighten it out

-Florida population of morlock is about 4% including McDonald's plans and it will be reduced probably today to 2% due to evacuation a huge number of them will leave to be a massive power drain from them and we'll take their spots immediately

-there's a few more months and our son will start growing and feel much better I will heal and be strong and awake all the time until then we have you to thank for him being slightly ill

We will see you in the mall and we're going to be picking names and taking shots after and we don't miss

Thot Freya

Olympus

It's very tired and needs a nap but the bus is going to come in a minute

Hera

[plusvalueinsight]

Two sides: Acceptance and no acceptance

Supporting World Autism Acceptance Day & Month World Autism Awareness Day & Month

INTRODUCTION

Throughout World Autism Acceptance Week in the UK, many voices have been mentioned on how an autistic person needs to be accepted in society. As I felt valuing an autistic person is more important than acceptance. So, I wanted to put together a balanced analysis on both sides of when and how an autistic person can be accepting and not accepting. Not only this is written through my observation and the news articles I have digested. I also have some examples of my experiences. I hope this article is will enable everyone to see the bigger picture which will value autistic people better

ACCEPTING Exploring some of the positive progress of the autistic spectrum.

Accepting my Observations Some people in society have an open mind. Newspapers are featuring more examples of independent and articulate adults with autism which is a positive challenge against stigma and stereotypes.

Also, there are increasing numbers of achievers and positive role models on the autistic spectrum from or types of diverse backgrounds.

Embracing Neurodiversity is an exciting development to promote the positive aspects. Increasing amounts of autistic adults have become campaigners and advocates to strengthen the importance of ground-level context and insight. Also, many family members of the autistic spectrum are campaigning trying to make a positive difference in society.

Accepting through my experiences

Over two decades I've developed many awareness projects. This has led to increasingly positive and supportive people have become supportive. They have never turned their back or given up on me. Instead, these great people believe in me and embrace what I do which leads to potential opportunities.

Because of this, I can now be able to use my insights and experts to help influence changes and improve attitudes

NOT ACCEPTING Despite many positive examples within recent years, there are unfortunate examples of how people are still mistreating autistic people in the most disgraceful manner.

Observations on not accepting

One of the worst examples of mistreatment is related to public services. Especially related to health and social care. There have been some terrifying mistreatment in the hospital health care services in hospitals when patients have been wrongly mistreated so much that it led to some autistic people have lost their lives. In some cases, their human rights have been completely ignored with poor decision-making being made against their wishes. An increasing amount of abuse has happened towards autistic people in care and at specialised residential homes. Also, there have been various news stories that certain artistic people have been inappropriately locked away in prisons, not because of criminal offences but because there is no support available especially if the person faces a coping crisis through mental health and high demands of anxiety.

There have been shameful trends within the digital world which embrace trivialisation behaviour, especially on social media including discriminatory video trends against all autistic people in Tiktok. My observations have also seen the autism hashtags being hijacked and dominated by provocative bullying that deliberately mocks autistic people on Instagram in recent years. This presents some making extreme perceptions that disrespect an autistic person's presence in society. Not only that some high profile people on the spectrum and relatives are famous names who also these we've autism have targets of trivialisation insults and use their difficulties to demonise and dehumanise their place. Even further some people use this to make regular irresponsible shaming including high profile people expressing negative generalisations, making it easy to influence more people to discriminate, bullying and abuse autistic people when seen in society.

These kinds of disgraceful behaviour in the digital world and led to an increasing amount of people being discriminated against and facing hatred in the real world. In late 2022 it was confirmed that hate crimes as it doubled within five years towards all disabilities in England and Wales.

There are still many people that cannot accept intelligent, articulate and independent autistic people. This means many people's attitudes can be extremely lazy including the response "you don't look autistic", "there's nothing wrong with you" & "Stop hiding behind a label".

There are still many barriers for autistic people to access opportunities including employment. Only 16% of autistic people are in full-time employment in the UK without realising the positive qualities they have through strengths and attributes. When it comes to opportunities some high-profile figures still make outdated suggestions that what did people should not integrate with others when accessing employment.

My experiences of not accepting Experience faced discrimination and hatred which has increased and have got worse in the past 15 years. One of the many reasons is the entertainment we consume has encouraged society to be increasingly perceptive and demanding with unrealistic expectations. Though my eyes it is a lot harder to take action against any form of discrimination and hatred. I received unhelpful comments from a local counsellor which imply my experiences are insignificant compared to the rest of society therefore it is not taken less seriously.

There are other factors including I can be wrongly demonised for being ambitious, which is associated with not accepting an autistic person beyond obsolete stereotypes of care recipients I still face disrespectful attitudes when some of my difficulties are noticed, regardless of my ability to be self-aware & adjustable.

Being black and autistic can be a double jeopardy and I can face greater negative attitudes with a judgment that I am automatically a burden or a danger to others. This manifests in cold and untrustworthy attitudes and on occasion hostility. Also, the double jeopardy mistreatment can occur when seeking help and cannot be permitted to display any emotions. This is on top of some racist attitudes that can be made to feel that I am automatically looked down at. This is why many people like me are pressurised to mask our difficulties to prevent shame. However, due to a perceptive society and the changing expectation some people can see through our masking and can still demonise me & others on the spectrum.

During this year's World Autism acceptance Week, I personally faced unwanted attention with unpleasant insults by a pensioner who is prejudiced. When I was being served at a major newsagent this man muttered in an exploitative manner personal insults against me when I was communicating with a member of staff. The man in his 70s made heckling remarks accusing me of a lower common denominator and instructed me to get an elocution class.

THE CONCLUSION Of all analysis on these and other matters, I personally feel that we have a long way to go until I and other people on the autistic spectrum are fully accepted.

WHAT HAS TO CHANGE We need to evolve the approach to situations so an autistic person can be more accepting. On occasions, we may continue with the current approach of education and information. However, we need to challenge people's attitudes is also needed against other people's attitudes. This includes intervention and intolerance, especially towards prejudice and people with clothes minds. In other words, society must be resilient against stereotypes, ignorance, prejudice and hatred. This doesn't just apply to essential related services that also families, community leaders, educators, employers and everyone in society. We also need to do better by not demonising autistic people of all diverse backgrounds.

STEPS FORWARD As well as acceptance we must respect autistic people to exercise their dignity & human rights. The choice to be inclusive and to integrate with others. To be better represented and not just a recipient but also a participant. Their ability to be adjusted and how they take responsibility must be respected.

FINAL POINT It is not just about information, education, understanding or acceptance, it also must include valuing an autistic person regardless of how they appear.

Written by Keith Mckenzie Project Director Plus Value Awareness

Click here to discover more about the project director

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USEFUL LINKS

Plus Value Awareness information page for supporting World Autism Acceptance Day & Month.

United Nations World Autism Awareness Day webpage

[bookio]

There's Nowhere to Run (2016) by Ester Eriksson

Read for literature class. Olivia, a young adult, starts developing severe paranoia and anxiety. Her boyfriend is ashamed of this state and becomes verbally abusive. With help of friends she signs herself into a mental ward where she receives treatment for a short while and medicine. Her boyfriend breaks up with her because of this. After a huge anxiety attack she tries to eat all the pills and later wakes up at the hospital. She's later sent to the ward for a longer time.

The comic then follows her life in the mental ward, getting treatment and talking out about the overwhelming fear of death after her mother's passing, and a classmate who died in their sleep. Olivia tries to hang herself in the bathroom at the ward but fails, and gets restrictions like not allowed to go out. Weeks later she's granted a permission and uses this time to visit and have sex with her (still asshole) ex. A while later she finds out she's pregnant, but due to her mental state and medicines, quickly also experiences a miscarriage. Through art and help from staff, she's able to slowly heal her mind and seem to get better. She connects with one of the male caretakers, sadly thinking it's love. The caretaker is however quick to inform the higher ups and through a meeting makes it clear for Olivia that there's no romance.

The epilogue shows Olivia back to living in her own apartment, but police bust into the door saying that her friends have been calling and calling, thinking she finally gone through with suicide. This is not the case and she gives affirmation to the officers that she's fine, but realize she's never going to be free from this label of being mentally unstable.

Despite the dark theme i thought it was a great book! The pacing is really captive and had details i've never heard about before. I found myself wishing for Olivia's wellness even though i first got really frustrated with her illogical fears and behavior. But humans are like that!! I've been there too! The mind is really fragile and need caring for as well, and i honestly find her so brave for actually seeking help voluntary instead of waiting for something devastating to happen. 4/5 stars

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Buddhism in 10 minutes

Got this book from my grandma who was very religious in Buddhism, and she passed away 2019 which means during these 4 years (now's 2023) i couldn't take 10 minutes out of my life and read a short book of my grandma's wishes? Wow, I'm a disgrace.

Beside history class and serval temple visits with my relatives, i've never actually spent time reading about Buddhism views and rules on life. What i gathered from this short book is generally that you should be a good person towards others and yourself, and karma works like a point system. You're might be going through bad things today because you were a bad person in your former life so you have to work extra hard, but the book also mentions the confusion of rich people doing bad things but still live in luxury, to which this book excuses it that they might have done something positively big like donate a ridiculous amount to charity, gotten high karma points through that, and so is able to live on peacefully despite oil drilling or something. The part about people being born with disabilities was also a bit troubling to read about....

The book had specific rules of living for every kind of human (examples: the parent, the child, if you're a business owner, if you're a husband, if you're a student etc) but they all comes down to "be a good person, help and respect others". I however really disliked the outdated view about the wife is suppose to basically obey their husband and do housework, while the husband is to make money and buy necessities for the family. When partnership is suppose to be teamwork?

Honestly this copy is really weird. It's obviously a self printed book, probably sold from a small specific temple my grandma temporary visited (our local temple to which she went to frequently didn't have these kind of books?) or maybe handed out for free. But many of it's chapters continuously mentions how important it is to SPEND MONEY and DONATE, the words are mentioned suspiciously frequent between the rules of living a Buddhist life. But i don't think money is suppose to take up this much space?

Either way, i liked this bit:

"Chap 11. Success. Everybody wishes to be successful in whatever in attempted. The Buddha recommended 4 kinds of practice called Iddhipada as follows: Preference, the willingness and gladness to do: Patience, the willpower to exert efforts towards the aim having been set forth; Perseverance, the undaunted courage in the face of baffling difficulties or threatening danger: and Pondering, to be able to weigh the pros and cons carefully, to consider or approach the matter in question from all angles. These from Pātikavagga of the Long Sayings."

It fits into the everyday life of struggling to find motivation - like me! I'm not gonna rate this one, but can finally check it off my TBR-list.

[septembersghost]

i like ana as a cuban myself and im glad she's making it, but she's been doing the most with the promotion of that film. oates was obsessed with sexual abuse and would romanticize it to hell and back and this is all so disrespectful. marilyn will never be left alone and she's dead. it's disgusting how she was never a person but a product and continues to be

ana's comments have been annoyingly tone deaf, but my issues are far more with the director, whose comments i find abhorrent, and the producers (amongst them br*d p*tt), and, netflix itself at this point (there was a report that netflix was "absolutely horrified" by the final cut - okay? you're the distributors, you can make the decision here), and the fact that for every woman online discussing this with deep concerns, or talking about being horribly triggered by it, or trying to defend and uphold marilyn's true memory, there are men replying, at best, "it's ~art~, you just don't get it," or at WORST (and i have seen this over and over again, i deleted my post about it the other night, but it's disgusting and deeply telling), openly excited at seeing the graphic r*pe scenes and the degradation threaded throughout the film, down to comments where they're replying with their whole chests that they can't wait to get off to it, down to the dude i saw who, when in response to a woman asking what is wrong with him that he wants to see marilyn fictionally assaulted, he said, "it's not about seeing marilyn being r*ped, it's about seeing ana de armas as marilyn being r*ped." they have no shame and no compunction about saying this aloud. and no doubt a lot of it is about titillation over marilyn herself, but marilyn has now been gone for so long and is so mythologized and commodified that she's no longer a real person, she's only a poster of a white skirt blowing in the subway breeze, she's only a body. it's been sixty years, and you'd think somehow she'd be treated more carefully and respectfully at some point.

it negates her humanity, her talent, and the reality of her abuse (why are we adding heinous fictional abuse onto the life of a woman who WAS subjected to abuse and hurt and objectification across her short life?). i have no idea if the film even touches on the medical trauma she endured, for example, both physical (particularly in regards to her endometriosis) and mental (and what she was subjected to during her forced hospital stay), but i know there's a depiction of a talking fetus, so that tells me enough. oates is someone i have countless issues with anyway, and blonde is neither the first nor the last time she fictionalized real life events in the most traumatic way possible with no respect for the victims. you're right, she seems to have a fixation on this topic.

what breaks my heart is i know this story reduces marilyn to a shell, a broken doll, the helpless dumb blonde beauty who was exploited and used by men for their pleasure, devoid of self-respect, desperate to be loved, dragging herself towards her tragic end, and that's not who she was. that's the boilerplate version that was sold of her. she was a sensitive, thoughtful, savvy woman; she was well-read, she was ambitious (do they even bother to mention her production company? her progressive politics? her wry humor? her extensive library? do they touch on, as the post i reblogged mentioned, her conversion to judaism and her studies?), she longed to be appreciated for her talent and not her physical form, she tried to improve and grow, and yes, she did yearn for love and belonging and a family and motherhood after an upbringing of neglect and abuse, but degrading and exploiting her further isn't the way to examine that or get it across. and idc how often they say this is a highly fictionalized account, plenty of people will watch it not knowing that, and take it as some semblance of fact (this happens with biopics all the time), and it's a disgrace to her legacy. i try not to be a proponent of saying certain art/stories within reason shouldn't exist, but there was no defensible argument for this to be made. marilyn is never allowed to be seen as a whole person. marilyn is never allowed to rest. exactly as you said, she's used as nothing but a product. this was her worst fear. she said, "i hope they don't do that to me after i'm gone." she deserves to be remembered as a person. she deserved better then, she unquestionably deserves better now.

not to give credit to arthur miller, but he said, "to have survived, she would have had to be either more cynical or even further from reality than she was. instead, she was a poet on a street corner trying to recite to a crowd pulling at her clothes." they're still pulling at her clothes, at this point they're digging at her grave.

but let's ultimately look at marilyn's words, the real things she left us to consider, which matter most. she left us her films, her luminous image, but she also left us her poetry and written accounts of her life and interviews that are far more fascinating and relevant than any gratiuitous fiction could ever be.

marilyn said, in an interview given just before her death: "I never wanted to be Marilyn—it just happened. Marilyn’s like a veil I wear over Norma Jeane...I can always find Marilyn in the mirror."

"it's still about nudity. is that all I'm good for?"

"But when you're famous you kind of run into human nature in a raw kind of way. It stirs up envy, fame does. People you run into feel that, well, who is she, who does she think she is, Marilyn Monroe? They feel fame gives them some kind of privilege to walk up to you and say anything to you, you know, of any kind of nature and it won't hurt your feelings. Like it's happening to your clothing. One time here I am looking for a home to buy and I stopped at this place. A man came out and was very pleasant and cheerful, and said, "Oh, just a moment, I want my wife to meet you." Well, she came out and said, "Will you please get off the premises?" You're always running into people's unconscious...Usually they don't say it to me, they say it to the newspapers because that's a bigger play. You know, if they're only insulting me to my face that doesn't make a big enough play because all I have to say is, "See you around, like never." But if it's in the newspapers, it's coast-to-coast and all around the world. I don't understand why people aren't a little more generous with each other."

"It's nice to be included in people's fantasies, but you also like to be accepted for your own sake. I don't look at myself as a commodity, but I'm sure a lot of people have."

"It was the creative part that kept me going, trying to be an actress. I enjoy acting when you really hit it right. And I guess I've always had too much fantasy to be only a housewife. Well, also, I had to eat. I was never kept, to be blunt about it; I always kept myself. I have always had a pride in the fact that I was my own."

"I'm one of the world's most self-conscious people. I really have to struggle. An actor is not a machine, no matter how much they want to say you are. Creativity has got to start with humanity and when you're a human being, you feel, you suffer."

"There is a need for aloneness, which I don't think most people realize for an actor. It's almost having certain kinds of secrets for yourself that you'll let the whole world in on only for a moment, when you're acting. But everybody is always tugging at you. They'd all like sort of a chunk of you."

"I think that when you are famous every weakness is exaggerated. This industry should behave like a mother whose child has just run out in front of a car. But instead of clasping the child to them, they start punishing the child."

"Fame has a special burden, which I might as well state here and now. I don't mind being burdened with being glamorous and sexual. But what goes with it can be a burden."

"I never quite understood it, this sex symbol. I always thought symbols were those things you clash together! That's the trouble, a sex symbol becomes a thing. I just hate to be a thing."

"I don't think people will turn against me, at least not by themselves. I like people. The "public" scares me, but people I trust. Maybe they can be impressed by the press or when a studio starts sending out all kinds of stories. But I think when people go to see a movie, they judge for themselves. We human beings are strange creatures and still reserve the right to think for ourselves."

"It might be a kind of relief to be finished. You have to start all over again. But I believe you're always as good as your potential. I now live in my work and in a few relationships with the few people I can really count on. Fame will go by, and, so long, I've had you fame. If it goes by, I've always known it was fickle. So at least it's something I experienced, but that's not where I live."

[chazukekani]

SPOILER ALERT 

Here is the quick summary of the first 60 pages of Stormbringer that just revealed today. 

Special thanks to Nika, Amir, and my discord server members for proof-reading!

— That is, the 169th possibility

— ‘You are late, my brother.’

Content

Prologue

Code:01 A programme with 2383 lines, just an idea from a group of researchers

Code 02: Dead people do not possess any form of emotion

Code 03: I want to observe Chuuya’s suffer as a human

Code 04: Grantors of disgrace, you need not wake me again

Epilogue

Afterthought

Harukawa Sango ‘Stormbringer’ Character Setting Gallery

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Pre-prologue

Fate whispers to warriors,

‘You cannot go against the storm.’

Warriors whisper back

‘I am the storm.’

— Cao Zhi ‘Luo Shen Fu’

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Prologue

It began in a forest at midnight. It was supposed to be a peaceful night, but suddenly a beam appeared in the forest. It’s a huge fire. The forest was on fire. People who lived in the village nearby ran to the forest to see what happened. It was a wrecked airplane that just fell from the sky. People used hammers to dig the airplane to see whether there are any survivors.

Suddenly, a man walked out from the airplane. He seemed fine, but the crowd was shocked.

‘Apologies for my courtesy. In accordance with civil society, I should introduce myself,’ said the man. He pulled out a badge on his chest. The badge was black and words on it were engraved with silver. One of the teenagers from the village read off the words on it

‘I am a detective from Europole (Europe Detective and Police Organisation), which I am an office equipment. Category number 98F78195, made by ability technician Dr. Wollstonecraft. The first ever humanoid computer that serves for worldwide police facilities. Code name is Adam, Adam Frankenstein. It is my pleasure to meet you. I should carry out my mission now, see you.’

Before Adam left, he asked ‘Do you know a person called Nakahara Chuuya?’

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Code:01 A programme with 2383 lines, just an idea from a group of researchers 

Chuuya couldn't see his dream. Everytime he woke up, he felt like he was in a swamp of mud. Today, Chuuya woke up in his apartment. Just like other’s morning routine, Chuuya took a shower, cleaned himself and left his home.

Chuuya was 16 years old. Since a year he had joined the mafia, Chuuya excelled in his job with the most outstanding performance, and was well recognised in the organisation.

However with all the money and status he got, Chuuya was not satisfied. The thing that he wanted the most was to know his past. Chuuya knew nothing about it. The earliest memory he had was being kidnapped to a military facility 8 years ago.

There was already a branded black car waiting for Chuuya outside his apartment with a group of men in suits and sunglasses. ‘Please go to the regular store,’ said Chuuya.

Chuuya was in charge of supervising the jewel/gemstone transaction within the Mafia and black market, which had been an important source of income for the mafia.

He arrived at the store. Before entering it, a gun was pointed on Chuuya’s head, while there was another gun pointed onto his chest. Bang! What a big sound. Yet there was no blood, but a bunch of colourful ribbons came off.

‘Congratulations to your 1st year since joining the mafia!’, said those men.

Today was the first anniversary for Chuuya joining the mafia, and his friends held a party for him. People who joined the party all belonged to the ‘young club’ of the mafia, which were all 25 years old or younger.

The party-planner was called ‘Piano Man’. He was called Piano Man not because of his black and white outfit, but his way of killing. He liked using the strings of piano keyboards and strangled people to death. Piano Man was very tall, his fingers were long and thin, and always put a smile on his face. He was by far the man who was closest to the position of the Port Mafia executive.

The second man who came to congratulate Chuuya was called Albatross, a man with golden hair. He was a teen that loved smiling and was very talkative. Albatross was in charge of the transportation aspect of the mafia, and was complimented as very efficient and speedy in completing the missions, and was currently living in the same neighbourhood as Chuuya in a high-ended area. He previously belonged to an organisation called ‘Wheelman’.

Albatross proposed a toasting, but Chuuya was not in a good mood. “Did you have a nightmare?” Albatross joked, but Chuuya turned furious after hearing the word ‘nightmare’. Everyone was horrified. ‘No I wasn’t!’ Chuuya shouted. When Chuuya was about to leave the shop, yet another man came in. He was holding a champagne glass, and on his other hand, he was holding a medical drip stand that had a drip injected into his arm. His name was Doc.

Different from other doctors in the gangster industry, Doc graduated in a Northern American university and was awarded with a Doctorate formally. Doctors were highly demanded within the mafia because members could not simply walk into regular hospitals with injuries that were caused by gunshots. Doctors in the PM were treated nicely and respected, thanks to the boss, Mori-san, who was also a former doctor. The reason why Doc became a doctor was because he wanted to get closer to God. ‘The more lives you save, the closer you get to God’ is the motto of Doc. The Bible once wrote that God saved two million lives, so Doc’s goal was to save a similar number of people, which was why he joined the Mafia.

Chuuya still wanted to leave.

“The first year was the toughest, so we need to celebrate that you got through it,’ a gentle voice said. It was a man who had an extraordinarily beautiful appearance. The first year of joining the Mafia was the so-called ‘Deadman Curve’, so a celebration is needed,” said Lippmann, the guy with a pretty face. The work of Lippmann was probably the most unique one out of all of them. He was in charge of the public relations of the Mafia, such as negotiating deals with enterprises, or having meetings with the government. It is more difficult to kill him than killing the Boss of the Mafia because Lippmann was also a famous actor, thus every single action he made would be reported by the media. Hence it was really difficult to get him.

Another man came in, and his name was Ice Man. Unlike Chuuya’s other friends, he was quiet, and wore a simple outfit. Ice Man did not show much emotion, and was low profile. His job was simple, to kill. He did not use an ability, guns or knives to kill. Instead, he used objects that were nearby to kill. Anything, regardless if it’s a pen, wine bottle or the wire of light bulbs could become a murdering tool, hence Ice Man could kill anywhere.

The gathering continued. Chuuya was gradually having a better mood, until Ice Man asked Chuuya ‘where were you born?’ Chuuya immediately grabbed Ice Man’s shirt, and there was such a tension among the guys. Piano Man then revealed that he knew why Chuuya was mad, because Mori told him about Chuuya’s past that he was just an artificial ability experiment that was created by the military. Hence Mori asked Piano Man to invite Chuuya into the younger’s club, in order to have a surveillance on Chuuya. Piano Man pointed out the reason why Chuuya was mad today because he was actually not able to dream. Suddenly, the tension was back. Everyone had their weapons already, but Piano Man took out a present for the 1st anniversary from his coat, and gave it to Chuuya.

It was a photograph, a picture of two people, and one of them was five year old Chuuya.

The picture was taken in an old village in the Western region, Piano Man said. The area was abandoned afterwards but Doc found this picture inside the medical record of the village. Lippmann then added that he had asked a woman to check all the military-related databases, in which she found out that the military once held a recruitment experiment in the Western region. Still, Chuuya’s friends were able to find the family tree of Chuuya, his school, his report card and his birth record. However, such an investigation must not be known to Mori because Mori thought that if Chuuya’s background remained a secret, Chuuya would not betray the Mafia.

Chuuya did not understand why his friends did this for him. Lippmann said because they were companions. He then proposed why not they name the younger’s club as ‘Flags’.

The Flags then went to a billiards bar. All of a sudden, apart from the six people playing the billiards, there was the seventh person who joined the game. He had long arms and legs, and of course very tall. Black hair with brown eyes, and was standing by the table seriously.

All of a sudden, Albatross used his Kulric knife and sliced on the seventh person's head, which produced an uncomfortable noise. Yet, that person escaped from the attack. A fight then broke out because the Flags thought this seventh person was an ability user, and suspected his intention for coming to the Mafia’s facility. However, Ice Man pointed out that this person was not an ability user, but the fight continued.

During the fight, Adam grabbed the legs of the table, and something grew from his hand. It was a small-scale dinosaur, that grew from Adam’s hands as if it were a plant. The battle was intense. Someone shouted Chuuya’s name out of nowhere, and Adam noticed something.

‘Chuuya-san’, Adam greeted Chuuya politely.

‘I am here to protect you,’ Adam replied. Adam introduced himself, and explained his mission. Adam was sent here to arrest an assassin called Paul Verlaine.

When Chuuya heard the name Verlaine, his facial expression changed.

‘Why do you know this name?’ asked Chuuya

‘Chuuya-san, you cannot defeat Verlaine on your own. That’s why I am here. Verlaine was not only an assassin. He is the king of assassins. He is your brother.’ said Adam.

The misconception was relieved, and the Flags, together with Adam, played billiards happily afterwards.

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The story continues on 27th Feb

[ayanna-wild]

Broken Wings

Word Count: 2921

Pairings: Lucifer Morningstar x Reader

Warnings: angst, fluff, hurt, comfort

A/N: Request from Wattpad, for the sake of this story Lucifer and the reader will not be related, set somewhere between s1 and s2, and I have nothing against Amenadiel, but he was kind of a dick during s1 lol

Requests and Tag List are open

Summary: It was a simple matter of loving the wrong man, but you couldn’t control your heart. How was it fair for you to be punished? But life was cruel that way.

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You weren't an angel per-say. You had the wings, the immortality, yet you lacked the power that came with being a true angel. To be blunt you were a side project God had taken up before abandoning it to create humanity, more a helper to his children than anything.

The only of your kind.

With little other purpose you dutifully fulfilled your role as the aid, accompying the true angels to earth. A mundane existence, but one you tolerated.

Until Lucifer had taken an interest in you, life was so much better after that. So full of fun and laughter, he called for your help more than any of his brethren or sisters. Although he never really needed any assistance, it was all an excuse to steal you away for a while.

For centuries that was your life, and you were content with it if it meant spending more time with him. You two grew impossibly close and thought you'd be with him until the stars in the sky fizzled out.

But that was before, before the rebellion, before his banishment, before your existence dulled so drastically. Spending centuries, millenniums feeling as though you were missing out on something better.

Which is why you had so graciously agreed to accompany Amenadiel to earth. So he could once again fail at convincing his brother to return to hell. You masked your excitement surprisingly well, or Amenadiel was just incredibly oblivious. Either way you weren't complaining.

~

"You seem happy..."

Your wings fluttered a bit, unable to contain the smile on your face as you glanced at the dark skinned angel.

"Well it's nice to get out of heaven once and a while, you know?"

That was only partially a lie, you really did enjoy earth much more, but truthfully you were excited about seeing Lucifer after so long.

"No. Heaven is perfect. " Amenadiel stated bluntly.

You watched him walk inside from the balcony, hanging back a moment to mutter to yourself.

"For you maybe..."

Your wings folded into your back as you walked in, not the least bit surprised to see the brothers at each other's throats already.

"Such hostility from such divine beings."

Your sarcastic remark quickly drew the attention of the king of hell, who turned to you with a grin so wide you wondered if it hurt his face.

"Oh brother, you failed to mention you brought along this beautiful little creature. Y/N, it's an absolute pleasure to see you again."

Lucifer approached you with open arms, your smile matching his as he embraced you.

"It is her role to assist us." Amenadiel said as if that was the obvious answer.

Lucifer pulled away from you, noticing the way your shoulders sagged a bit at the elder angels words. The devil frowned a bit.

"Role? Are you still listening to such nonsense?" Lucifer scoffed.

Amenadiel rolled his shoulders, flexing his wings a little in irritation.

"It is our father's will. You should be following your role as well."

Lucifer clicked his tongue, strolling over to his bar.

"It became rather dull, so many years doing the same thing, a drab existence, isn't it angel?"

The ending was directed towards you, and you almost forgot yourself, almost allowed yourself to agree, in front of Amenadiel. It was a nickname he had given you centuries ago. His own way of telling you he saw you as his equal, unlike the others.

You were his angel.

"She's not a real angel Lucifer, don't try to fill her head with your rebellious nonsense."

His words stung a bit, but he wasn't entirely wrong, you weren't a true angel. That bit of fact didn't seem to lessen the blow to your pride though.

"With such exquisite wings as hers, who could tell the difference?" Lucifer winked at you.

You straightened your back, feeling proud of yourself, your wings always were your favorite feature. You took immaculate care of them. Just as quickly as Amenadiel tore you down Lucifer built you back, you supposed that was one of the things that had drawn you to him all those years ago.

"You're a disgrace."

You stepped between them, placing a hand on Lucifer's chest.

"Maybe I can talk to him? He was always at least willing to listen to me." You offered.

Amenadiel seemed to ponder this a moment before nodding.

"I'll return tomorrow, don't let him pull you into any of his schemes."

Lucifer scoffed at his brother's warning. You smiled softly.

"Of course."

With a flutter of wings he was gone, and you were left alone with the fallen angel. Without a moment to appreciate the silence, a cup of amber liquid was held in front of your face.

"Fancy a drink my dear? We have so much to catch up on."

~

You weren't sure how it happened, maybe it was the drinks, or the way he spoke to you, but you found yourself stumbling out of his bed the next morning. Panic surged through your veins as you hastily pulled your clothes back on, cursing softly. You regretted nothing, but there'd be hell to pay if any of the heavenly host caught you bedding the devil. Lucifer still slept soundly, and you tried your best not to wake him.

You rushed from his room, running straight into a broad chest causing you to stumble back a bit. Amenadiel stared at you with an uncomfortably blank expression, and your heart dropped.

"Amenadiel... I-"

Your world became a blur in the next second, and you fell forward as your feet unexpectedly hit the roof of a hotel.

"What were you thinking! Fornicating with Lucifer!"

You glanced up at him, snorting at his wording.

"Fornicating? For someone who comes to earth so frequently, your vocabulary is a little dated."

You couldn't help the poorly timed jab, humor your way if deflecting tense situations. Unfortunately for you that only seemed to make Amenadiel more angry.

"Have you no shame? You don't seem the least bit remorseful for the sin you just committed!" He shouted.

You flinched a little, sitting back on your ass as you stared up at him. Should you grovel? Beg for forgiveness?

That would be the logical thing to do, it was what he was expecting. But perhaps your short reunion with Lucifer had sparked something in you because you found yourself leaning back on your hands, staring up at the angel before you with no remorse.

"I regret nothing."

~

Blood soaked your once white shirt as you leaned against an alley wall, shifting most of your weight onto your side. Anything to avoid the crippling pain in your back. Tears stained your cheeks and burnt your eyes. Dry sobs shook your body, no tears left to cry.

He'd ripped your wings from your back, tore them from your body, taking your immortality with him. You barely registered the sound of footsteps, hardly heard the woman talking to you in concern. You just felt so tired, a feeling you weren't used to.

It'd be okay if you slept, just for a moment, right?

Chloe panicked as she saw your eyes close, waving frantically as the paramedics arrived just moments later. Her hands covered in your blood as she wondered who could have possibly done that to you.

~

You woke to steady beeping, and an uncomfortable feeling of something wrapped just a little too tight around you. Bright lights forced you to close your eyes almost as soon as you opened them. You took a moment to adjust as you sat up, looking around the unfamiliar room that you slowly realized was a hospital room.

It all seemed so... human.

The reality of your sudden mortality crashed down on you, and you carefully pulled the I.V. from your arm. You hissed as you quickly stood from the bed, the sudden movement causing pain to shot up your back.

You nearly collapsed.

But no, you had to leave, get out of this place before questions you couldn't possibly answer came. You gathered your ruined clothes, fleeing before anyone could notice.

You kept your head low as you left the building, the bandages on your back straining against your hasty movements.

"Hey!"

A voice called out, catching your attention and a blonde woman hurried over to you. You stared at her in confusion, and she looked you over with concern.

"What are you doing out here? You shouldn't leave the hospital yet."

It suddenly clicked and your body tensed as you vaguely recognized her as the woman who found you.

"I'll be fine."

She looked ready to protest, and you grabbed her hands in desperation.

"Please... I just can't be there..."

She seemed to relent a little, and you breathed a sigh of relief until she told you her name. Then you found yourself begging her not to tell Lucifer anything, and she promised not to utter a word, if you told her what happened to you.

It had to have been the greatest lie you ever told, a fabricated story about a scorned lover. She believed it nonetheless, offering to help you get a change of clothes. Something less covered in blood, you went straight to Lucifer afterwards, carefully hiding what had happened.

Perhaps he trusted you too much, or maybe you were getting better at lying because he didn't question your claim to want to stay on Earth. He seemed thrilled, and you hid your pain with a smile when he embraced you, thankful your new jacket hid the bandages.

~

For months that was the routine, a difficult dance to move to, especially with how close you two were becoming once more. But you'd stop his hands before they could trail up your back in your more heated moments, directed his attention to something else. You were so careful not to let him see your back.

Careful to never let him follow you into the shower. Careful never to sleep on your side, or let him give you a back rub. Always avoiding Chloe, lest she bring up your injuries. You were so careful, for months.

So why had you forgotten to lock the door while you were getting dressed?

"Should we order out again darling? Perhaps from that little coffee shop you so like much? I heard they have a new..."

Lucifer had barged into the bathroom, clad in only his underwear and robe loosely tied as he questioned what you wanted for breakfast. Your whole body froze, mind shutting down as his words came to an abrupt stop. The atmosphere of the room suddenly felt thick, and you could have sworn it became harder to breath.

Lucifer said nothing, staring at your horribly scared back. You held your shirt to your chest, refusing to turn and meet his eye. Worried what emotion you might find. He had moved so quietly, and so quickly that you jumped when his fingers were suddenly grazing your back. Just below the rough skin where your beautiful wings had once been.

"Who did this to you..."

It was more of a soft demand then a question, but you hesitated.

"I... I cut them off..."

He chuckled a dry, humorless chuckle, and he draped his robe over your shoulders. Probably realizing you'd be more comfortable if you could cover your scars. You muttered a thank you and his hands rested on your arms, rubbing soothingly up and down as you grabbed the silk robe, holding it tighter around you.

"Those aren't the scars you get from cutting your wings, I would know. No, those are harsh, angry scars, something tearing wings off would cause. Don't lie to me angel, who did this?"

His grip tightened on your arms ever so slightly, but it wasn’t out of anger, at least not towards you.

"Amenadiel..." Your voice was so faint you barely heard yourself, but judging by the sharp intake of breath, he had heard you just fine.

"What?"

"A punishment... for being with you..."

You caught his reflection in the mirror, the flash of his eyes, his face shifted, just for a moment, but it was enough for you to realize just how angry he truly was.

"Lucifer-"

He turned on his heel, leaving the room and getting dressed in a fury. You approached him cautiously, closing the robe around you and tying it into place.

"What are you doing?"

He finished buttoning his shirt before turning back to you.

"I need you to do me a favor my dear."

A frown pulled at your lips, but you slowly nodded.

"Pray to my brother."

You jerked back as if someone had physically slapped you.

"What?"

"You trust me, don't you?" He smiled, but there was something in his eyes, something that unnerved you.

"Of course."

He seemed so calm, contrary to what he had been just moments ago.

"Then pray to my brother."

He guided you into the living room and stepped just out of sight. You hesitated, shifting your weight from one foot to the other before finally doing as he asked. It only took moments before Amenadiel appeared in front of you.

He'd come so fast, probably expecting you to beg for forgiveness.

You had no idea how vastly unprepared you were to see him again. Your hands trembled, and you held the robe closer around you, taking an unsure step back.

You didn't have time to dwell on it and Amenadiel had no time to say anything before a sickening crack filled the room and the angel was sprawled out on the ground.

"Hello brother."

You blinked slowly, taking a second to catch up with the fact that Lucifer had just delivered a crippling blow to his brother's face and Amenadiel laid dazed on the ground. Blindsided by the unexpected blow. Lucifer gave him no time to recover, picking him up by his neck carelessly throwing him into a wall. You shielded your eyes from the debris flying by.

"I've just had the unpleasant surprise of discovering what you did to my darling little slice of heaven."

You wordlessly watched Amenadiel pull himself out of the now prominent hole in Lucifer's stone wall. He was unsteady on his feet, but that mattered very little to Lucifer who swiftly grabbed his brother's shirt, tossing him across the floor as if he weighed nothing.

"And they call me the devil." Lucifer scoffed.

Amenadiel managed to at least prop himself up with his arms, spitting out a bit of blood.

"You are the devil, Lucifer, and she betrayed heaven by being with you."

Lucifer took a step forward, clearly ready to continue the one-sided fight. But you quickly stepped in front of him, worried he might go to far, if his red eyes were anything to go off of.

"Just let him leave, you made your point. You're flogging a dead horse at this point." You uttered, refusing to glance at the angel pulling himself off the ground.

"She received a punishment fitting her sin and she still crawled back to you."

Your skin bristled at his comment, and you found your unease fading away to anger. You rounded on him so fast you surprised even yourself at the words spilling from your lips.

"My sin!? You think you're a saint, but you're no better than me! It wasn’t sin Amenadiel, it was free will, if humans can have it why can't I?"

Amenadiel narrowed his eyes as he stood, but you didn't back down.

"You sound just like Lucifer."

You found yourself laughing at that, and with a sudden burst of confidence you shoved his chest back a bit. His beating from Lucifer making it slightly easier to do so. Speaking of the devil, he watched you unleash your anger, gazing at you with amusement and satisfaction.

"Good! You know what, I should have sided with him during that rebellion! Because he seemed to have the right idea! Heaven might have been perfect for you, but it was hell to me! I was beneath all of you, an errand girl for you to degrade, treat like shit!"

Lucifer pulled you back a little when he saw the anger in his brother's eyes. You were mortal now after all. You let out a cruel laugh, though there were tears in your eyes.

"Do you want to know the best part it all?"

Your laughter died down, and you gave him a cynical smile.

"I don't owe the Silver City a goddamn thing anymore, you think you were punishing me? You freed me, you and all your kind can go to hell, because if anyone belongs there it certainly isn't Lucifer."

Amenadiel opened his mouth to say something, taking what he probably assumed was a menacing step towards. But Lucifer rested his hands on your shoulders, daring his kin to try something. You didn't seem fazed though.

"Run back home and lick your wounds like the obedient lapdog you are. I'm not wasting any more words on you."

Amenadiel clenched his fists in repressed rage, but said nothing, not in any condition to fight his brother. He was gone in a blink, and you felt all the energy drain out of you. Lucifer caught you as your legs gave out, and he smiled proudly at you.

"You were marvelous love, I'd nearly forgotten how sharp your tongue can be."

You laughed breathlessly, and he brushed your hair away from your eyes.

"How do you feel?"

You smiled up at him, the heavy feeling finally lifting from your shoulders.

"Free."

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