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readbythestarlight · 6 years ago

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c2e85

Ohhhh boy here we go guys

Liam...?

I don’t

Ricky and Morty

“The chained oblivion, no big deal” Matt Plz

A dark elf floating six or seven inches from the ground. I don’t like how familiar that sounds.

[[MORE]]

28. Christ.

YOOOOO Pumats gonna fight!

BE SAFE PUMATS

or... not? xD

lol gets up on the counter because the rest of them are

He gonna heal??

He gonna... make them invisible?

NICE made my boy Cad invisible but he had still fight

Pumat looking after his fellow firbolg

I love when they panick go invisible xD

Gonna hide on the bookshelf lol Nott

Ooooo bola shot I like that

Yay bane!

This is gonna be a long slow fight

Nice job Cad, canceling that crit

Ffffuck didn’t cancel the crit fuck

93?! FUCK

MATTHEW

YOU CANNOT KILL NOTT AGAIN

JFC

Oh my GOD I hate everything

Cad getting Nott back up yay!

STUNNED YEAHHHH

Not hang on Matthew STUNNED

Okay okay okay this isn’t as bad as it could be...

Banishing smite?

Oh fuck her

YAAAAS FJORD

BANISH HER TO HER HOME plane

bitch slapped her onto another plane lol

I like Cad’s little defensive stuff. He’s such an excellent support.

Also okay so aside from her high damage attacks this assassin doesn’t seem as terrible as I feared so... what’s the catch? Because something awful is def gonna happen.

PS: “that doesn’t happen every day”

Cad: “it does to us”

I’m glad she left but I do NOT like that she can just sneak up on them at any time

PS: “And now they know where I live...”

N: “You could burn down the store, start fresh?”

PS: “I like where you’re going with that, but I might wanna save that for a last option.”

Pumat has some kind of knowledge about

Pumat can MIND CONTROL?

PUMAT GONNA HELP THEM FREE HER MAYBE?

Poor Laura :(

PS: “not like you burned it down or anything.”

Free shield, nice!

Pumat is a sweet guy I love him and I’ve missed him

Freeloading their way into a short rest lol

Jester for the love of the Traveler do NOT go in there as your mom

FJORD do not encourage this

Beau assuring Jester that she supports HER just not the idea is SO sweet

JESTER oh my god

WHISPERS

Cad’s gonna know before Jester does

Ooh dear their description has gotten back to the other side of the mountains

MOAR WHISPERS

I like how they’re pulling literally everyone they know, pretty much every ally they’ve ever made into this

I’m honestly glad The Gentleman isn’t interested in getting involved. It suits his character well.

EVEN MOAR WHISPERS

Jester’s real sad

Like she really was hoping it was him

(And it still could be, we don’t know what Cad perceived)

Oh god Jester

Oh honey

Poor Jester

xD the Tal’dorea council question strikes again

Aw Jester :(

J: “but if he doesn’t want me then I don’t want him it’s fine.”

F: “....we’re glad to have you.”

J: “I’m glad to be here.”

B: “Sometimes found family is better anyway.”

Shit wait fuck

“You should tell her”

IS HE ACTUALLY HER DAD??

holy shit y’all

oh lord Nott had a crush on Caleb??

HOLY SHIT

BEAU ADMITTED SHE HAS A CRUSH ON JESTER

Oh shit the BeauJester fans have been fed tonight

Laura is laying there giggling lol

That’s super sweet that Beau is crushing on her man

I mean I’m still so BeauYasha but

Oh boy okay who is this

Oh it’s him

Oh my GOD

here we go oh god

Also what if he’s her uncle not her dad? He mentioned having a brother...

Oh my GOD HE IS HER DAD

I CANNOT BELIEVE

GENTLEMAN BACKSTORY

I can’t believe I’m having Gentleman feelings

I wanna hug him

Oh god that’s so SAD

He sounds like he still kinda loves her too HELP ME

I’m CRRYYYYING

I’m really sad man

“She loves you. You should have trusted her. I don’t know... I don’t know how you guys could make it work or anything, but... [missed]. She’s never loved anyone since. Just you.”

Operation: Get Marion and the Gentleman Back Together.

TG: “Jester I’m not your father. Any man can have a child. Any man who isn’t around to help raise them doesn’t get to call themself a father.” Owww.

I think you should tell Marion and let her decide. She hasn’t had any say in all of this, I think it’s time she did.

I cannot believe I’m so emotional about the Gentleman.

Jester has this perfect little fairy tale for her parents and I’m literally just sitting here crying you guys

J: “Hey dad, next time I’m in town? Let’s play some Uno.” Crying and laughing and crying.

I stg if he and Marion don’t get their happy ending I’m gonna be SAD

Time to go after Yasha?

Oh dear...

Okay though if it’s addressed to Nott the Brave it’s not from Astrid

Maybe it’s from Caliana or someone again

The looks all the others are wearing

Like Beau’s face

This recording thing couldn’t possibly backfire at all xD

These hijinks omg

I can’t handle it first I’m worried then I’m emotional/crying about Jester and now I’m cracking up

Oh no oh god

Don’t hurt Pumat Sol Matthew I will not forgive you

oh my GOD MATT that PAUSE

Oh my god wait their lie somehow WORKED??

So she lives in Trent’s little compound essentially.

“Oh god it’s her” lol oh Pumat

I love him man he’s a soft boy

Oh dear...

Caleb getting overwhelmed mid trying to plan was excellent I love that call Liam

WHAT

PUMAT IS GONNA TRAVEL WITH THEM?

No no no what if he dies??

DO NOT GET MY COW MAN KILLED

it’s so sweet that he offered I ADORE HIM

I can’t believe he just straight up planned to come with them he was already packed

Like all these othe powerful allies are like “I’ll look into things while y’all do the actual dangerous work” and Pumat Sol is the one who decides he’s going to come and help

We stan two (2) cow men and they are Caduceus Clay and Pumat Sol

I’m really nervous about this though like heading to Rexentrum? Are they ready for this? Is CALEB ready for this??

Oh no Krynn attack that’s bad

I hope it’s not the Krynn

Call Essek find out

Oh god if they help stop the Krynn tho and it gets back to Xhorhas somehow

They’ll never see Essek again and I will CRY

I’m suuuuuper worried about Caleb

Like SUPER concerned look at his face he’s not at all prepared for this

This is definitely a false alarm there are no Krynn

Oh fuck what if Obann is coming for this Colbalt Soul

I am anxious

Go back down Caleb!

Why would you not go back up with the others

Nott, Nott HONEY

Not now!

It’s not the Krynn I will eat my hat if it’s really the Krynn

“Angel’s Eye” oh no

Cardinal Respa?

How far does this conspiracy spread I wonder

“The thing below and the path to it” fuck

“Diversions are already in place” knew it

Oh fuck

Pelor, the temple of the dawn father?

Oh shit they spent so much time in the happy fun ball that the timeline is messed up and this is happening NOW

Fuuuuuck

Oh god they are in it now

Like man even having warned so many allies it’s too late it’s happening NOW

I thought I was stressed last week but nope

Love you too Matt

IS IT NEXT THURSDAY YET?!

This episode in a nutshell: fighting an (immortal?) assassin; Jester’s dad; mail hijinks; TIME TO STOP THE END OF THE FUCKING WORLD

#critical role #cr spoilers #emi watches critical role

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tardisheart134 · 8 years ago

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12.15 Coda / Word Count: 1578

Something had been off about the phone call. Dean didn’t know what but he could tell Cas was holding something back. He had no claim to the angel. He knew that. Hell, Cas had almost died and Dean couldn’t even say that he loved him back. He just stood there helpless and stupefied. And just because Castiel was holding back didn’t mean something bad was happening...right? Things were bound to be strange between them for a little while. Those three words come at a high price.

Dean tried to put the thoughts from his mind. A week passed and Castiel hadn’t returned his texts. Which was fine, he didn’t always respond right away. But Dean couldn’t reason away how his stomach twisted with nausea. A week and three days and still nothing. Dean tried fruitlessly to call him but it kept going to voicemail.

“Cas.” The name came out more tearful then Dean meant for it to. “Cas - call me please or text. Just let me know you’re okay.” A few beats of silence passed. Dean let out a sigh. He wanted to say ‘I love you too, you idiot, please be okay.’ but for all he knew Cas was fine and he was worrying over nothing. He couldn’t shake the nagging feeling in the pit of his stomach. Besides he didn’t want the first time he said it to Cas to be on a voice mail. “Call me, please.” There was no mistaking that Dean was on the verge of tears. Cas would be able to hear it in his voice, if he was okay.

He spent the nights pacing in the library. He and Sam were currently without a case and he was too frantic to lose himself to Netflix. He hadn’t slept in two nights. He finally broke down and got himself flat on his ass drunk. He hated it. He knew it was stupid, but dammit he needed sleep. He could feel the whiskey spreading down the back of his throat to his extremities. He became increasingly aware of how heavy his arms were. It burned warm in his stomach and mingled with the fatigue. He barely landed face down on his mattress before falling deep asleep.

He wasn’t sure how long he’d been passed out but it felt like a long time. He didn’t feel rested but at least his body would be able to function. The room was dark except for where is alarm clock beamed across the room. He couldn’t make out the numbers, his vision still blurry with sleep. That’s when Dean heard it. A sound he hadn’t heard in a long time. The flutter of wings and the slight breeze on the back of his neck. His heart was in his throat. Castiel hadn’t had his wings, since he’d been cut off from heaven. Was he dreaming? Worse yet, was it another angel...someone besides Cas?

“Cas?” Dean barely whispered the name. His eyes filled with bewilderment as he rolled over to see the angel, cloaked in his trench-coat, broad black wings tucked behind him in place where they should always be. “Cas.” Dean cried out with relief at seeing him. He tugged on his trench-coat. “Cas - your wings - how? Am I dreaming?” Castiel beamed a smile at Dean the likes that Dean had never quite seen.

“You’re not dreaming. Dean.” Castiel slipped his hand into Dean’s and held it.

“Well - are you dead or something, what’s going on? I thought you were cut off from heaven?”

“I’m not dead, Dean. They let me back in. They said if I agreed to help them hunt down this child, this nephilim - they could reinstate me. I could come and go as I please.”

Dean’s face fell sullen and Castiel did not understand why.

“You’re fighting for heaven again...after everything?” Dean’s words were coming out like accusations.

“It’s not like that Dean. It’s not like it used to be. Everything has changed since God and Amara and everything that happened. Things aren’t perfect but I have my wings.”

Dean dropped Castiel’s hand in disdain and turned away from him sitting up on the other side of the bed.

“Dean, why are you angry? I thought you of all people would be happy for me.”

“Why would I be happy Cas? Answer me this - one of them came to you and said they could take you to heaven and reinstate you...how could you be sure that they weren’t lying...weren’t just using you again...weren’t going to get you to heaven to smite you or imprison you or brainwash you to fight against us...how did you know?”

Dean was shouting now and his chest was heaving and he could feel the alcohol sloshing around in his belly. He was still intoxicated.

“Answer me.” He commanded.

“ I didn’t know for sure Dean, but I - I had to try.” Cas began to stammer. “I was already hunting the nephilim...I didn’t see the harm...if I could get my wings back.”

“And you couldn’t bother to let us know...to let me know - what you were thinking...what you were doing. You couldn’t bother to say - by the way I’m going to heaven - I don’t know if I’ll ever be back...Cas you know better than anyone that they are a bunch of mind-controlling, back stabbing dicks who don’t care about you…they only care about what you can do for them.”

Dean was propped up against his dresser pinching the bridge of his nose.

“I’m sorry that I didn’t stop to consider how this might affect you Dean, but I honestly did not think it would matter that much to you one way or the other.”

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?”

“I told you I loved you Dean. I was clear about what I meant. I could see it in your eyes. You knew and you couldn’t look at me afterwards. We spent the next few days tiptoeing around each other in awkward silence. I knew it was possible that I would go to heaven and it would have all been a lie but at least I wouldn’t be here to torment you...and if I went to heaven and got my wings back I could be of better use to you.”

Dean audibly scoffed.

“Seriously - Dean - I’m not a hunter like you. I’m not good at being human...I’m not good at being half angel. I’m a burden - I’m someone you have to watch die. I’m no use to you.” A few beats passed. Dean’s seething anger was palpable in the air. Cas broke the silence. “I’ll go then...it’s for the best…” His wings seemed to spread in slow motion as he prepared to vanish before Dean’s eyes.

“You shut your stupid mouth…” Dean crossed the room in a few long strides. He jerked Castiel up off the bed by his trench-coat smashing their lips together in a kiss which seemed more infused with anger than affection. Castiel froze as Dean did his best to bruise his lips. His knees buckled from the emotion and the effects of the whiskey. Castiel pulled him into his strong arms and they collapsed backwards against the bed. Dean clawed into Castiel’s coat and crawled onto his lap. He smoothed his hands around to tangle them in Cas’ feathers. He knew that Cas was letting him see them, that Cas was proud of them and he should be they were beautiful.

Castiel let out a whimper into Dean’s mouth. He relaxed in Dean’s embrace wrapping his arms around his waist and pulling him close. Something seemed to break inside of Dean. “I’m sorry Cas...I’m sorry...I shouldn’t have yelled at you...of course you deserve a chance to be whole...to have your wings...please don’t leave me...please…” The whole room went black as tears flooded Dean’s eyes. Before Dean knew what was happening, Castiel had engulfed them both in his wings.

“I won’t leave you Dean. Shh...Shh…” Castiel rocked him gently.

Dean was sniveling like a small child his words were coming out broken between sobs. “Just - what if - what if it was a lie - and I wouldn’t know what happened to you...I wouldn’t know how to find you…” Castiel smoothed a thumb under his eyes to wipe away the tears. “

“You’re my angel. You hear me...you’re mine and it may be selfish...I know I’m no catch - but dammit you belong to me - not heaven - that’s not your home - I’m your home and I may be some emotionally constipated asshole whose longest and healthiest relationship has been with a car but tell me now if you don’t want this - if you don’t want me - because I can’t bear to lose you again. I’ve got to know - tell me now if you’re mine?”

Dean’s chest heaved and his cheeks were flushed.

“Of course I’m yours.” Castiel peppered featherlight kisses all across Dean’s face, murmuring words of affirmation between each peck. “I’ve always belonged to you, Dean always.”

“You’re so beautiful, Cas, your wings are so beautiful.”

A few hours later Sam watched a groggy Dean and a rumpled Castiel saunter into the kitchen for coffee. Sam watched as Dean stood behind Cas sipping from his coffee mug. Something was different about Castiel, but he couldn’t quite put his finger on what. He seemed to put two and two together though when he saw Dean run his fingers through the invisible wings at Cas’ back.

“What are you looking at?” Dean bit out, still hung over.

“Nothing…” Sam shook his head and tried to hide his grin.

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bubbleharp · 8 years ago

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letters from the front

(in response to this)

Several months in, Tanryn came to a decision. She really hated being deployed. It wasn’t the fighting - that was normal, and she was surrounded by friends and comrades. It wasn’t her accommodations, even if she was sharing a tent with a very tall troll hunter. It wasn’t even spending her birthday away from home; she’d gotten cards and care packages and a call from Aethan.

It was that being on the Broken Shore made news so slow. Mail came once a week, which wasn’t enough; she’d gotten Mierette’s last letter months ago, and it had contained just enough information to set an itchy little spot of worry in the back of her mind. Light, I hope she’s okay. If I wasn’t stuck here, I could...

Something rustled outside her tent, and she held very still as the biggest raven she’d ever seen poked its beak in. “Hi, bird...?” It definitely wasn’t a druid in bird form; they usually announced themselves. She didn’t dare move as it fluttered over, proffering its leg so that she couldn’t miss the letter tied to it.

Oh. Huh. Messenger raven. I didn’t know those were a thing. She couldn’t help but smile, reaching out a careful hand to scratch the raven’s neck. “Thanks. Let’s see who you’re from; if you stay right here, I can send a message back with you.” She had no idea if the bird understood her, but--well. Toby always seemed to, and ravens were supposed to be smarter than doves.

She sat, peeling an orange, and read.

And almost choked on a segment. “The fuck?!”

Light seared the edges of her vision, and she left glowing fingerprints when she dropped the paper. How dare they. How dare. While the Legion threatens us all, these pieces of shit are going around threatening my friends--

She stopped. Took a deep breath, willing the Light within her to simmer down, and picked up a pen with shaking fingers to write a reply. (While she wrote, the raven helped himself to the rest of her orange.)

Mierette,

Thanks for telling me about all this. And thanks for sending me names & faces. If they show their faces on the Broken Shore, I’ll do more than just punch them. I’ll smite them to ash. (I told you about that, right? When I went to go fight at the Nighthold, and some Covenant made a comment about my boyfriend? Some of the Sunreavers had to haul me off him; I think I caught Ranger-General Brightwing grinning.)

Anyway. I’m glad you’re staying safe; if I can help, I will. Give all my love to your family.

~Tanryn

“There, all d--” She sealed the letter, turning to attach it to the raven’s leg, and sighed when she saw the remains of her snack. “...Yeah, might as well help yourself. C’mere, bird, off you go before you get too fat to fly.” @mierettemornsong

#the friends #the Light and the Legion

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notsomethingstupid · 8 years ago

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Bail Me Out!

Ezekiel: [I went instantly quiet as soon as they shoved into the back of the van. There was no point in lashing out right now. I needed to think. I had to get out of here. I couldn’t leave my mahmen thinking that I was actually wrapped up in something like this. Blood slaves?! Seriously?!! Who the hell did that anymore?! I’d only heard about it happening once upon a time. It was like a dirty little no-no that was never a part of actual society anymore. At least that’s what I thought. Clearly there was someone out there doing it or I wouldn’t be taking the fall for it right now. Once again I found myself wondering what exactly was on this flash drive. Maybe I should have just given it over to the jackass. I glared at the two guards that were in the back with me. I certainly wouldn’t be in this position right now. Yeah, so I was a little too stubborn for my own good. I’d chalk it up to actually being glymera myself. Oh yes, through and through, my blood was every bit as noble as those fucks. Maybe even more than some of them. Fat lot of good it did me. Nobility got you nowhere when you had no money to back it up with. It wasn’t really nobles that I hated. It was rich, entitled bitches that really got under my skin. I saw first hand what they did to those who were at the bottom of the gene pool. No one deserved that shit just because of what they were born to. Set them out in the real world for a night without their doggens and they wouldn’t know what to do. I ground my teeth and tried to force my thoughts to stay on track. My current hatred could sit its ass on the back burner. I needed to get out of here. Let’s face it, I was far too pretty to be locked up. My one and only bargaining chip was the flash drive. I could do what the lawyer wanted and he might let me out. Maybe. It seemed unlikely. It just wasn’t in the nature of types like him. I trusted him as far as I could throw him. Which sure as hell wasn’t far since he was bulkier than I was. Damn him and his broad shoulders. And perfect ass. And hair meant for grabbing while fucking. I growled and bit my own tongue to use the pain for focus. I had an interested buyer for the flash drive. Hell it hadn’t taken more than a few words and that one was jumping on the offer. I couldn’t say I knew who they were really. I just knew that I’d gone to them for info before. All I really had was a screen name of ‘HelloKitty’. Yeah so it felt equally idiotic to rely on stupid name like that to bail me out. Odd that I trusted some nameless entity more than that Gideon fucker. Okay, maybe not so odd. He was a lawyer after all. We must have arrived at our destination because everyone was up and moving at once. They grabbed me by both arms and dragged my ass out of the van again. I couldn’t tell where the hell we were because it was inside. A garage or something underground? Who knows?] Do I get my phone call? [One of the guards snickered. “Sure buddy. You can call whoever the hell you want but they aren’t going to get you out of this one.” They shoved me through a door and sat me down in front of a large, metal desk. “Here you go, asshole.” An archaic rotary phone was slammed down on the desk. Did anyone still use these? Talk about old school. I tried to lift my hands to get at the phone and quickly found that I couldn’t so much as scratch my ass in these chains. I raised a brow at the guards and wiggled my fingers.] Lil help here. [One guy picked up the receiver and held it to my ear with his finger poised over the numbers, ready to dial. Great. I guess privacy was too much to ask for. No pressure at all. I prattled off the one and only number that I had for HelloKitty, praying that this wasn’t just some kind of long shot. I knew the person had resources but that was all that I knew. I ended up getting a voice mail system. Figures. Oh well, here goes.] My price for the item is getting me the hell out of this glymera prison that I’ve somehow landed in. [Fuck it. That was well worth it at this point. The guard slammed the phone down. “Hope that was worth it. Good fucking luck. No one knows about this place.” I had a sinking feeling, like my stomach had just dropped into my shoes. Great. I just blew my one and only chance.]

Vishous: *I click through the security cameras, relaxing in front of my Four Toys. I am also clicking through some articles about the weekend statistics with the Sox, playing the Yankees, this weekend.I may need to order more Goose that they can close out a winning season, without Ortiz. Hell. I might even send up a prayer to my “mahmen”, maybe she’ll get off her ass and smite me. Or something. I am reading intently, when all of a sudden, one of my cell phones rings. Fuck. I growl when I see what phone number is being called. I know shit is about to hit the fan. It was one of the extra Brotherhood lines I have created. I am using this method, to track various activity of civilians, anonymously, on. I had some cards I was circulating around, in the clubs, and I was using various messengers, adapted for what I wanted them to do, installed on my cells.. Jane helped me pick out the nickname I was using, associated with this number. Fantastic. I close my fist so tightly, I almost break the phone. I can’t believe the conversation I just had. Then again, it is interesting. Of course some fucker had to land his ass in a secret glymera jail and have the audacity to try to use this number, because he needed “rescuing”. Way to fuck up my night. Jane was working some extra hours in the Clinic, there was a lot of paperwork that happened when a trainee got injured. I might as well go out and have some fun and drag this fidiot out of jail, I am going to make sure I learn exactly why this male is wanting to speak with me. I text Jane and Butch, before I head out to the location of the one place that I know the glymera lock up their “disgraces”. You know. When they aren’t trying to kill them for having a deformity or disown them, or requesting their daughters go into sehclusion. Lovely people.

Ezekiel: [No one knew where this place was! What had I done?! I was going to rot in here. I just knew it. All because of that bastard lawyer. I could so stab him right now. Then light him on fire. And maybe piss on the smoldering remains. What was my mahmen going to do without me? It was too much for her. She would be in the Fade before I ever saw the sky again. I probably shouldn't have been struggling when they took me down the long hallway but it did make me feel a little better that I got one good with an elbow. Course it just meant that they ended up dragging my sorry ass after they beat the living hell out of me. Whoopie. This was going to be fun. I was getting along famously already. Somewhere in there I think they even took my shoes because I kept trying to kick them. But they left me in my fancy ass stupid as hell looking tuxedo. Yeeeaaahhh... That was fun when they shoved me into a large room that looked more like a fighting pit than anything. Of course there wasn't any real concern about the rights of the prisoner. We were just here so that others could forget about us. They put the boot to my lower back and sent me flying forward right into the biggest motherfucker I'd ever laid eyes on. I looked up and up, trying to make out whether this thing was male or female. I wouldn't think that they would throw females in here but if they were this big I don't think it would have mattered. A low chuckle came out of... it... "Well, well, well... Looks like I caught myself a pretty new one. He even got all gussied up for ole Bertha." My eyes instantly got as big as saucers. The guards laughed as they closed the door. "Have fun with that one." I am not even afraid to admit that I screamed like a little girl and ran. I had to be faster than that lumbering ox. Right? Only problem is, there was no where else to go, and everyone else here thought it was funny so they tried to grab me. I channeled my inner ninja hardcore. Evading and slipping out of the reach of arms and legs trying to trip me up or slow me down.]

Vishous: *feels a headache throbbing in my temples already as I dematerialize and arrive at the location. Dealing with the glymera is enough to make a night shitty, I am hoping that what this male has, is going to make all the effort and fakakaness worth it. I am hoping I don’t need to resort to any physical force, my dagger, my glock or my curse, to deal with the stiffs working this place. Knowing the glymera, money talks and I have plenty of that. There is still plenty of bad blood brewing in the Glymera class towards The Brotherhood, for the loss suffered during the raids. It is not a shocker that after a few minutes of sputtering, and ok..possibly a mild threat, I give the male the money bribe he is looking for. I explain that I will deal with this @Ezekiel_BDBRW, and that I will be responsible for him. Finally, all the bullshit dealt with, I am heading back, and damn..as we get closer, I can hear all the yells coming from the room I am headed towards. I raise an eyebrow to the male leading me. Seriously. What the fuck is this shit. We stop in front of a room, that is pure chaos. I lean against the doorway, because I know who I am looking for, will know exactly who I am and what I am here for. My eyes are drawn to a male in the corner, looking like someone just goosed him on the ass or maybe he is having a whole full body muscle spasm. Hard to tell from here* Evening, everyone.

Ezekiel: [I couldn't run forever. I knew this. I might have more stamina than the lumbering hulk that was pursuing me but that didn't count for much when there was a whole room of vampires helping. So what did I do? Well, I stopped in my tracks and embraced the inevitable. Sometimes that's all you can do. I didn't know how long I was going to be in here and attaching myself to the biggest thing in the room wasn't exactly a bad call. That was the logic of it but that didn't make it any easier to face. Some time later, when I was huddled in a corner licking my wounds, I heard the door open. All eyes turned in the direction of the newcomer. I looked but nothing was really registering with me right now. He was big, covered in leather and tatts. That's all I could really tell in the dim light. Not Glymera. That was for sure. Of course I would have never pinned any of the fuckers in here for glymera. Maybe this place had changed them. It wasn't a surprise that it was Bertha who greeted him.]

Vishous: *completely ignoring the ugly ass male that says something to me. He is about as big as a garbage truck, and quite frankly, smells like one, too. The t-shirt he is wearing, looks like it is as old as I am. Something out of one of those comic book movies that Rhage watches. I know this is not the male I am looking for. Just one look at him, tells me he is not smart enough.* I am only gonna say this once. One of you, called me. If you did, then you sure as fuck know who I am, and what brings me here. This party looks fun, shady as fuck, but hey..that’ll be another time. So. Which one of you is the one?” *raises my eyebrow as I look around the room and meet each one of them, registering their faces, seeing if I recognize anyone, and to file the information for later. This type of setup they have here, is going to be worth having Wrath, working with Saxton, look into. I also wonder what knowledge Abalone has about this. I am starting to get impatient, curious to know what the fuck this male has, but I am almost at the point where I am about to turn to leave.* Speak up now, or forever hold your peace, true?

Ezekiel: [I sat there blinking like a dumb fool for a few minutes. Was this really the one that I called? I dunno, for some reason I always assumed they were a chick. I tipped to the side from my sitting position and tried to get a better look at them. Could he really be the one? It wasn't like any of these other assholes had made a phone call recently.] Hello... Kitty... [A laugh bubbled out of me that probably sounded half psychotic. I couldn't help it. This night was just too fucked up and I felt like I was loosing my mind. My sorry ass dragged up from the floor about as slow as a ninety year old human. I almost fell right back down but the wall was there to catch me. When I was finally up I took the time to straighten out my way too fancy tux. Sadly it was a goner now. Whatever dignity I had left carried me over to the stranger at the door. I looked up at door stop in the way, tempted to kick it in the groin.] This one's here for me, Bertha. Go find another chew toy.

Vishous: *As usual. I was right. The fidiot in the corner was the one who had called me. I didn’t need to rely on my instinct to tell that much. Unfortunately for him, he has a mouth on him, and a possible death wish. I can see that has served him well this evening, with all his bruises and contusions. He is walking as well as a drunk baby giraffe. Fuck. I grit my teeth as I have to reach out and steady him, probably saving his life, because I sure as hell know the big ugly male’s name is not Bertha. He clearly would not have survived much longer in this joint at all. I exchange a look with Bertha, as I steer this male out of harm’s way* Shut the hell up, and follow me, ok? Unless you’d like to spend a night here, with this nice crowd? *I grit my teeth as I practically frog march us out of the building. The trip feels like it takes a million years. The cold air finally hits us in the face as I shove open the door, the cold ground crunching beneath our feet. When I am convinced that we are far enough from any ears that might overhear us, I slow us down.* Now, talk. Fast. We don’t have a lot of time, true? My patience is running short. You got one of my cards, and called me. Fill me in how how this came to be and what the fuck do you have?

Ezekiel: [I must have stumbled because the stranger seemed to be holding me up all of the sudden. I looked up and caught a real good look at his eerie clear eyes.] Hey there, handsome. Anyone tell you that you have the most amazing eyes? [I glanced back at the crowd that he indicated with a shrug.] Hey, we were just getting warmed up. I would have had them all eating out of the palm of my hand soon. [There wasn't much more chance for chit chat as I was pushed out of the room and down the hall. Which was just fine with me. Scribe knows I didn't want to go back there ever again. Before I knew it we were out of the building. Just. Like. That. Who the hell was this guy? He was either loaded or had some kind of stroke. He sure as hell didn't look loaded. Unless you were using the other term for that cause he did smell a little like alcohol. I turned from him and just took a moment to stare up at the sky and let the wind rush over me. I wasn't in there that long but it was long enough. I didn't truly think that I was going to get out again. As soon as I had sobered enough I cleared my throat and turned back around to face that male that had saved me.] I acquired an item that I believe holds something juicy on it. Juicy enough to land me in here so that I had no way of getting the information out. As to the rest of that... [I waved a hand.] You were easy enough to find. People hear things, rumors get started. All I care about is how bad I can fuck over the Glymera. Specifically, the asshole that threw me in here.

Vishous: *growls at this irritating piece of vampire, as the fuckhead almost gets his neck broke, complimenting my damn eyes. I am trying to keep this fucker steady, as he tries to look at me. He is looking at me, like he is seeing a rare object in the Museum of Modern Art or some shit. My hand tightens on him for a moment, until he says something interesting. Finally the fidiot is steady on his feet, and I turn to him, one eyebrow raises, vaguely amused.* Not a fan of the glymera? Well. I am on board with that. Tell me more. What is it? Not surprised a member of the glymera threw you in jail. You do not seem the type to hang with the glymera, true? *glares pointedly at your clothes* Judging by your behavior in there, I don’t think you are the sort that makes friends with your winning personality. Are you sure you are ready to unleash and deal with whatever information you have? You might want to be careful. Some of the glymera can have some bad connections. Things could go very bad for you. *tightens up the mhis that I have in place, not trusting anyone, who might be lurking, from seeing or hearing what we are discussing. Though, I must admit, I am looking forward to finding out what he has. It is like waking up to a present on Winter Solstice morning. Or Christmas. Now that we all celebrate both at the Compound*

Zeke: I will take it as a compliment that I don't look like I fit in with them fuckheads. [My chest puffed out a bit and I smoothed a hand down the front of my ruined tux. Of course I wasn't going to volunteer the part where I actually was one of them. Technically.] And listen... My situation really can't get any worse than it is already. The only thing that I worry about, with all of the downfall, is my mahmen. This isn't her fight. She worries about me though and I know that it's got to be killing her that I'm in here since the asshole came up into my house and carted me away in front of her. Didn't even have the decency to ask me to step outside first. [I paused to swipe a hand over my face with a heavy sigh. The image of my mom's face as I was escorted out would haunt me forever. She still had high hopes for me, until then. I'd watched as they all were dashed in the space of two seconds. I cleared my throat and straightened back up to address my rescuer.] I'll be honest with you. I didn't get a chance to see what was on the flash drive that I... found. But I will tell you, it came from a high priced glymera lawyer who immediately started sweating bullets when he realized that he'd lost it. Like I said, I didn't even get a chance to see what it was because he threw me in there... [jacking my finger over my shoulder]...before I could do anything with what I had. He knew I wasn't just going to give it back, all nice and neat, so he did the next best thing and buried it in the darkest hell he could find. It's just convenient that I end up taking the fall for some trumped up charge while he's at it. I mean come on... blood slaves?! Who the hell does that anymore? And how the heck would I be mixed up with it? Acting like I'm some kind of criminal mastermind who likes to abuse people... Pfftt... Hardly.

Vishous: Well..I can’t empathize with being concerned about a mahmen…*mutters under my breath* Fine. I can understand being concerned with a family member, after they have witnessed that shit go down. *raises an eyebrow as you mention the drive being buried in the darkest hell..I almost want to ask, but don’t. Just judging by the past few minutes with this male, he is a strange one* Blood slaves? What the fuck. Only the glymera would joke around about that. *frowns* They need to be careful with what they are using for trumped up charges, these days. I think I will have Zsadist pay them a visit. Ok. *looking around, making sure that none of the glymera are overhearing or following. At least the cold air seems to be sobering the male up. Maybe now, we can be productive. My hand is tensed on my dagger, ready to use it against glymera, or lesser, right now, it woud be a toss up* How do you know this lawyer? What is his name? Who is his family? Hand the flash drive over, before you lose it, true? *grumbles and rolls my eyes at you* Do you have any idea where you are going from here? You aren’t safe.

Ezekiel: [Zsadist... my eyes narrowed and I looked over the guy next to me one more time. Okay, I admit, I'm a little slow sometimes. Considering I just sat in a cold, dark cell for Scribe knows how long I thought I was doing pretty good. But the mention of that name triggered the random tumblers in my head and I finally realized who I was standing next to.] Holy shit! You're Vishous! [My eyes kind of bugged out of my head. There were whispers about all of the Brotherhood but this guy in particular had quite the rep. How the hell did I manage to be standing in front of a member of the Brotherhood? My eyes darted back and forth as I processed the information and what it could do for me. This wasn't just some no name I was dealing with. What I had in my possession could actually make changes. I knew that from the beginning but I was focused on doing only what I could. I didn't dream that my goals would take me all the way to the top. This would get the ear of the King! Hell... I allowed myself a moment of hope for change. Real change. An image of Warriors busting into Glymera's houses went through my head. It was lovely. Truly. I came out of my reverie with a sadistic kind of smile on my face.] This is almost too good to be true. [I held up my arm and rolled the sleeve up excitedly. An angry red and black welt showed on my forearm.] So listen... It's not exactly like I've had a lot of options lately with this thing. It's gone... [I stopped and shuddered at what I'd done to keep the flash drive safe. There was a point where it was hiding in the wall of cell. Then I got paranoid. I didn't want to swallow it again because I was certain that stomach acids weren't a good thing for a piece of electronics. So I dug a hole in my arm and stuck it under the skin. The flesh would heal over eventually and then came the other unpleasant part where my body would reject the foreign object. And I had to repeat the process all over again. There was nothing clean about it. If I was human, I would be dead.] ... Let's just say this thing as made a journey. And I swear to fuck, if there is nothing on here, I may just kill myself and be done with the effort. [I sliced the edge of my sharpened thumbnail through the skin, not even really feeling the pain anymore. I'd gone through so much worse than this. I pushed on the angry welt and the drive made a slick, goopy sound as it popped free of my skin. I attempted to wipe it off on my soiled clothes and offered it to the Warrior in an open, shaking palm.] The lawyer's name is Gideon. I don't know anything about him really. Only that he's high priced and Glymera. [My gaze drifted from the flashdrive in my hand up to the one that saved me from my prison.] I never really was safe. [Thinking back to the numerous latches that I had on my door.] I don't know what that word actually feels like. I have to find my mahmen. Don't worry about me.

Vishous: *what the fuck am I even seeing right now..I can not even believe this shit. I bet this male could even handle the carving ceremony, the way he just cut the flash drive out of a hole that he had made in his skin. I have been handed worse. In a way, I am actually kind of impressed. That is some ingenuity, right there* With a name like that, he won’t be hard to find. *I place the flash drive inside my leather jacket pocket, ignoring the star struck look on this male’s face. Unless he was about to go catatonic, he was just going to have to get over it* I’ll see what I can do. Technology is a bitch, that is why I like it. This flash drive has been through a lot, so do not be surprised if it is too damaged. I’ll be in touch. Good luck with your mahmen. *shrugs* if you need to reach me, in the meantime, you know how to use the number and email. I’d suggest you head home, before someone comes out of there and drags your ass back in there, true? *shakes my head, amused, interested to get this flash drive back home and to speak with Wrath, tell him what has transpired. I dematerialize back to the Compound* #SavingFidiotZeke #BigBerthaAndGlymeraProblems #BDBRW

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A foundation for an Expected end.

There are general foundations in a person’s walk that need to be laid down from the start that are absolutely essential. You have to have something to lay it upon though. Just as a house, you have to build on something that is firm and strong and unmovable. Your rock which scripture says is Jesus, starts with doctrine and the plan of salvation. Boundaries are essential in building. You have to have perimeters when pouring the foundation, otherwise it will flow any and everywhere. In order to know what is used to place perimeters and where they need to be placed, you need a blue print. This is a builder’s guide and regulation tool. This same rule applies to our walk with God, and our blue print that tells us what we need to do and how to do it is the bible. Since the very start of human existence, there were boundaries and they were needed. God verbally told Adam what the boundaries were and told him why. Once he stepped outside that one boundary, the lives for men and women were forever altered. God did not stop setting boundaries at that time though, simply because the first one was crossed. If you look back throughout the word of God one of the boundaries that would be set often would be a line of separation between what was good and evil or clean and unclean. This could come in so many forms but a lot of times boundaries needed to be set between nations, races/culture, and many times family. Scripture says many are called and few are chosen. When you are chosen and building that foundation you must set safe boundaries. This will determine your make or breaking point.

Another essential part of the foundation is understanding EXACTLY who you are in Christ and what that means. When you are chosen it means that things MUST change. Not all changes happen overnight and some take longer than others, however, there has to be a constant flow and movement forward.

I am getting to the point here….

One of the biggest things I have witnessed in the past six years that will absolutely trip a person up is expectations. The Noah Webster dictionary says that an expectation is the act of expecting or looking forward to a future event with at least some reason to believe the event will happen. It is not the same as hope. Hope is birthed in our desires and it is based on little or no ground of belief that the desired event will arrive and it is directed towards GOOD. Which makes sense so much as scripture says

Now the God of hope fill you with all joy and peace in believing, that ye may abound in hope, through the power of the Holy Ghost. Romans 15:13

Expectation is directed to good OR evil.

The same weakness of mind which indulges absurd expectations, produces petulance in disappointment. In other words, the same part of your mind that creates any expectation for ANYTHING OTHER than God is the same part that generates what is called a petulance in disappointment. The word petulance on surface means to be quickly irritated, to move quickly in assault or attack with impatience. However, when I dug further into this word the root of it actually means IMMODEST!

SO quick recap…hope comes from our innermost desires and is not based on an event and it is in good thoughts. Expectation comes from another place that is birthed upon a thought that something could or should or will happen be it good or bad.

Here is the thing, when we put expectations on others, especially unrealistic expectations, we put ourselves in a position for disappointment because it is all generated from the exact same place.

As an example, maybe you are a person who always offers to help others in a time of need. You do it because you want to help them and you love them, yet, in your time of need they do not offer the same. You did not originally help them with an expectation, but somewhere in your mind you birth this expectation in your time of need and then this seed of disappointment sets in because that person/persons did not meet what is actually an unrealistic expectation. Because you consider or perceive this to be the right thing to do, this expectation is set in your mind. Perceptions (the way we see reality) and expectations are frequently intertwined. Often our expectations are the result of our perceptions. Sometimes our expectations, including the failure of said expectations to be filled will influence how we perceive.

During the months leading up to Alexis wedding I literally called, and texted, and messaged her biological father numerous times. He got an invite in the mail like everyone else. He promised he would be there. I expected him to be there, despite the fact that he has been absent on just about every major event and milestone in her life, I expected him to be there. Not because he said he would, but because in my mind I thought how could he miss THIS day. Heaven told me in the car the day before the wedding, MAMA he is not going to come and I do not know why you think he will. I wanted so badly for her to be wrong, not because I wanted to be right, but because I wanted him to make it right just once for our daughter. Perhaps a part of me thought he needed to see this happen and see exactly what he has missed all of these years, perhaps I wanted him to hear a word that went over the pulpit and reach his soul, whatever the case I simply expected him to be there. He never showed up and we have yet to hear from him since the wedding. It hurt me for Alexis, even though her day went on just fine without a thought of it…because her expectation was fulfilled. He did exactly what she expected him to do, the difference is that her expectation was a negative one towards him. My expectation was totally unrealistic and unwarranted based on history, and what if I allowed that seed of disappointment to turn into bitterness and hate and unforgiveness? He would lose a prayer warrior and I know that he needs prayer. It would cause division between myself and Jesus because scripture says forgive others as we would have him forgive us.

As Pastor frequently says, we have to plum line (base things) upon the word of God. SO, our expectations are not an exception to that rule. (Say that really fast a few times J)

What does scripture say about expectations? It is used in scripture as a noun..or an event that has yet happened. Our expectation is what we are waiting on in the Lord…our expected end is the eternal hope we wait for and only he is able to get us there.

Jeremiah 29:11 - For I know the thoughts that I think toward you, saith the LORD, thoughts of peace, and not of evil, to give you an expected end.

Proverbs 23:18 - For surely there is an end; and thine expectation shall not be cut off.

Psalms 62:5 - My soul, wait thou only upon God; for my expectation [is] from him.

Ok, so how does this help us in dealing with people within the body of Christ and even outside the body? We need to inspect fruit of those within the body and know that it is unrealistic to have expectation for someone who is not consistently bearing good fruit. HOWEVER…scripture does say that for one whom calls themselves a brother or sister in Christ is obligated to live a certain standard and by certain commandments based on scripture. That is not unrealistic to expect them to follow these guidelines if they are filled with Holy Ghost. We have to go back to boundaries and perimeters. At the end of the day the most important thing we must remember is that we are all human and apt to fail one another on any given day and generally not on purpose. So when someone fails to live up, your reaction is going to be the deal maker or breaker. Do you choose to allow God to rule and reign at that point or do you allow your own flesh to rise up in sovereignty and start severing your relationship with the almighty?

1I will lift up my eyes to the hills, from where comes my help. 2My help comes from the LORD, which made heaven and earth. 3He will not suffer your foot to be moved: he that keeps you will not slumber. 4Behold, he that keeps Israel shall neither slumber nor sleep. 5The LORD is your keeper: the LORD is your shade on your right hand. 6The sun shall not smite you by day, nor the moon by night. 7The LORD shall preserve you from all evil: he shall preserve your soul. 8The LORD shall preserve your going out and your coming in from this time forth, and even for ever more. Psalms 121

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