#God willing the day will come when death is erased and there will be no more weeping nor crying nor trapping of mice

[theworldiswhispering]

I want to cry mice are so sweet and we cannot have them in the house. Have you ever stared into the docile black eyes of a mouse whose spine has just been crushed by a trap, body still warm and soft but heart not beating? You cannot be here and yet you will keep coming so we will only ever keep meeting this way until the end of time? I will never see you until your last and painful moment?

[wafflerageface]

Top 5: Favorite Durgetash headcanons

Like my personal headcanons or ones I’ve seen?

Personal headcanons:

1. Durgetash were head over heels in love with each other, even if they expressed love in ways that seemed fucked up to everyone else. They were two incredibly lonely people that just clicked in all the right ways to make each other feel like at least one person out there cared about them, and they did.

2. Enver Gortash is autistic/ADHD and Durge was his favourite person to info dump on. I mean look at him. My wife is autistic and they have very similar mannerism and ways of thinking. (In the logical sense anyway my wife hasn’t killed anyone) Especially with how his parents described how brilliant he was even as a child, I can just imagine child Enver coming off as annoying and needy to everyone around him because he wanted to talk about his inventions and no one cared to listen. Durge, on the other hand, grew up in a temple where they were expected to behave a certain way and was essentially treated as a puppet, even if they could’ve called the shots how they wanted to. I can’t imagine being a child taken into a murder cult and feeling anything but fear, even if you don’t need to be afraid. Durge knew nothing but blood and death for years, and along comes this funky little guy that wants to rant for hours about the kind of metal he wants to build his steel watch out of?? Yeah. They loved that shit.

3. Enver is a pansexual monster fucker that will love your Durge no matter what. This man has been so lonely for so long that I genuinely think he doesn’t care what package the love comes in so long as he isn’t being used anymore. You’re a Dragonborn? Cool he can work with that. A tiefling? Excellent he’s gonna use those horns as handlebars. A cute half-elf that has a surprising appetite for blood? Absolutely and can he join the next blood bath please?? He loves seeing you work

4. Durge did not want to be Bhaal’s scion. I know a lot of people don’t like how the Durge opening makes it seem like they’re trying to “erase” that Durge was evil, but I view it more as perhaps Durge was never willing. Just because you’re fathered by a murder god doesn’t make you a murderer, and amnesia doesn’t really change who a person is, they just forget. Your brain literally just won’t let you recall memories. Now personally, I’m all for if you think your Durge hates everything about being the Chosen, or (like for my Durge) you think they just hated not being in control of themselves or allowed to kill as they please. Both are great mechanics for a well-rounded character, but I really think either way, Durge hated being what their father made them into, and would have jumped the moment they could escape. The prayer of forgiveness? A classic here’s my fake apology abusive parent so I can spare myself more abuse.

5. Enver whored himself out as a young man to get lots of power and money and he hated every second of it. We know it’s canon that he slept around a lot before the present day setting of the game, but I don’t think he ever enjoyed it. Not really. He grew up in the HoH where he was beaten and abused and nearly tortured to death on many occasions. He finally escapes with nothing to his name and once again he’s at the mercy of whoever he can convince to give him food, shelter, money, etc for the price of his body. This man absolutely has two wolves inside of him and one is a god complex and the other is an ego so crippled and fragile it’s a wonder he ever comes out of the house. When he meets Durge, he’s willing to manipulate them however he must to secure their alliance. He’s done it before, he’ll do it again. I think he’s so very surprised when Durge catches feelings back, when they go out of their way to take care of him, compliment him, even if it’s in their own fucked up fashion. I think the real sticking point for him would be when he and Durge are attending some high society to do together and they run into an old fling. Enver being upset and uncomfortable enough that they leave early and he tells Durge everything. The next day, and the following weeks, he finds severed hands, fingers, bloodied jewellery, all placed at his desk or beside his bed and he can’t help but smile. Durge bringing him pieces of their kills like a cat is so endearing to him.

I’ve got so many more but I think those are my favourite.

[vaguekayla]

Dancing With Your Ghost • Eddie Munson

a/n: oh god, I haven’t actually written anything in years and the first thing I decide to tackle is Eddie Munson. I must be a glutton for punishment or something. Inspired by Dancing With Your Ghost by Sasha Alex Sloan. Dedicated to @buckysdollforlife because we are constantly sharing stories with each other so I thought why not share one of my own. Especially since you’re the biggest Eddie fan I know. Also dedicated to @luveline because June Baby melts my heart and gave me the Eddie bug. Seriously go check out her work. Pretty sure I gave myself more trauma with this shit, but whatever. They say in order to create art, you must be willing to bleed.

Updated author’s note: I wrote this almost two years ago completely forgot about it then remembered it only for my self doubt to keep me from posting, but here we are!

Summary: You grieve the loss of your boyfriend, Eddie Munson.

Trigger Warning: angst, character death, slight spoilers for season four maybe. (Let me know if I should add any others.) Not proofread.

Meeting Eddie Munson was something of a coincidence. It wasn’t planned nor was it something you ever contemplated.

The metalhead would one day tell you that he believed the two of you meeting was destiny.

By some happen stance, Dustin needed a ride from a Dungeons and Dragons campaign one night and though he had asked Steve, somehow it ended up being you to pick him up.

It wasn’t anything special about meeting Eddie that night. It was a pretty normal evening.

You were a little late picking up Dustin because it was such a sudden change of plans, so Eddie had waited outside the school with him until you got there.

Dustin introduced you to one another and you both exchanged a few words, but nothing worthy enough to take note of.

Your next ‘meeting’ of sorts is what really made you capture Eddie’s attention.

You really hadn’t planned on coming to Hawkins High on your lunch break just because Dustin forgot his English textbook. What could you say though? You’d grown attached to the kid in the last few years. Him and his friends.

You’d always help them out when they asked. Even when it was something as stupid as a forgotten schoolbook.

But this made three times this week.

After stopping by the office, you’d started to make your way to the cafeteria. You had graduated just last year, so it’s not like you didn’t know where everything was. The cafeteria was loud, not surprising, and you thanked every god you could think of that you were done with this hellhole.

Finding Dustin was easy. His curly hair was unmistakable and his laugh just called for attention.

Whatever he was saying to the group he ate lunch with was cut off by the slam of his textbook as you dropped it front of him over his head.

“You forget that thing any more this week, I’m gonna start charging a delivery fee,” your voice rang out behind him.

There was a teasing lilt to your words, but it didn’t erase the sheepish smile Dustin flashed your way as he turned to look at you.

“Sorry. I’ve just been super excited about this campaign that Eddie’s been telling us about all week and I keep forgetting to grab it. It won’t happen again,” the teen rushed out his apology.

He looked around at Lucas and Mike to back him up, all three rapidly nodding their heads to try and convince you.

You fondly rolled your eyes because you knew it would indeed happen again, but you didn’t really mind.

“So, you’re the reason I’ve been missing my lunch breaks all week, Munson?” an eyebrow rose in the direction of the group leader.

“What? No. I’m not responsible for—”

Eddie cut himself off as he noticed the amused look on your face, letting him know you weren’t actually mad.

The smile you had reflected on the metalhead’s face as he realized you were just teasing.

“What can I say? Storming the gates of Waterdeep is way more fun than reading ‘Hamlet’,” Eddie teased you with a self-satisfied smirk.

The rest of the table all nodded and murmured in agreement, the three youngest imploring you to understand with their pleading eyes.

“It’s fine,” you promised Dustin, assuring him you weren’t upset, “I’d just like to actually eat lunch on my lunch break.”

You exchanged a few more words with the table, being introduced to Gareth, Jeff, and another upper classman whose name you didn’t quite catch.

Checking your watch, you were about to say your goodbyes and go back to work, when you heard your name being called.

It took everything in you not to roll your eyes as you watched Jason Carver walk up to you. The smile on his face unsettled you in ways you couldn’t explain.

Jason had spent an entire school year trying to get you to go out with him before you graduated. You never agreed as there was just something about the guy that always rubbed you the wrong way. Hearing from Dustin and Mike that he and his friends had a habit of bullying their group didn’t help change your opinion about Jason. If you remembered correctly, he had been dating Chrissy Cunnigham since the summer.

That didn’t seem to stop him from making a point to come over and try to chat with you. Even if your break wasn’t coming to an end, you still wouldn’t stick around for that.

“Jason,” you greeted him politely, tense tone that the teen didn’t appear to pick up.

“Haven’t seen you since you graduated. How have you been?”

“Been fine. Working.”

You hoped short answers would be obvious enough to let on that you really didn’t want to talk. Apparently, you overestimated Jason’s intelligence because he just kept talking.

Being rude was something you hated, but you really did have to go.

“Look, this is… great,” you hesitated to use any positive word, “but I really have to get back to work. I just came to bring Dustin his textbook.”

It seemed Jason only just noticed by your words what table you were standing at. His friendly smile dropped as he looked from each table member then back to you.

Any normal person would have tried to be discreet with what was said next, but not Jason. No, never Jason.

Because Jason was a world class jackass.

“You know, I’m a little worried about you if these are the kinds of people you hang out with.”

“’These kinds of people’?” you questioned, brows furrowed.

You weren’t stupid. You had heard the stories from Mike and Dustin, but you wanted to know if Jason was really dumb enough to make this kind of a scene in a public school cafeteria.

Turns out he was. No surprise there.

“Freaks,” he answered as if it was obvious, no hesitation in his response.

If Jason noticed the way your jaw clenched, he didn’t say anything. Dustin noticed though because he subtly took hold of your hand closest to him in an attempt to keep you calm.

It wasn’t a secret you had a temper especially when provoked.

The gentle squeeze on your fingers from Dustin was enough to remind yourself not to let your anger get the best of you.

Eddie noticed your shift in attitude as well and was about to intervene when you spoke up.

“Jason, I know your pea sized brain can’t possibly comprehend this, but just because someone is different from you doesn’t mean that it’s a bad thing,” you went to take a step forward, but Dustin’s grip held you back.

It was probably for the best anyway.

“I don’t know what the hell makes you think you have the right to judge people who aren’t like you and your brain-dead teammates, but nothing gives you the right to be an asshole to people you don’t even know.”

You hadn’t noticed but you had gained some attention from the other cafeteria goers with your small rant.

Maybe your words had stunned him or maybe he just wasn’t expecting you to say something like that, but Jason didn’t say anything for a moment.

When he finally did, it was the stupidest thing you had ever heard in your life.

“Girls shouldn’t curse.”

You rolled your eyes at his words. Out of all the things he could have said, it had to be something like that.

“Get fucked,” you immediately replied, before turning away from him and back to the table.

You softly pulled your hand from Dustin’s grasp as you looked down at him in his seat. He was hesitant to let go until you gave him a smile to assure him you were alright.

You murmured a quiet goodbye to the table, ruffling Mike’s hair affectionately.

“Don’t forget that book tomorrow,” you pointed a finger at Dustin with a smile before you left the cafeteria and the school.

You never noticed the look of awe that followed you from one Eddie Munson.

Meeting Eddie may have been a game of chance. Falling in love with him, on the other hand, seemed to be some divine decree. That’s what you both liked to think anyway.

“It’s written in the stars,” he would say.

There was no doubt in his mind that he was made to love you and you him.

Later in your relationship he would go on to tell you that he loved you ever since that day in the cafeteria. That he was so incredibly grateful that Dustin had forgotten his English book that day.

It just took him a while to actually get up the courage to ask you out on a date.

Technically, he never asked you. He had slipped you a note. Being Eddie, though, it wasn’t a normal note.

Going to drug dealers was not something you made a habit out of. We’re just going to make that clear right now.

Steve was throwing a small party and had wanted to add marijuana on top of the alcohol that he was going to have. The only problem was that the guy he normally bought from had moved away.

It was no secret that Eddie sold drugs. He brought the lunch box with him to school, for crying out loud.

Having developed a friendship with the metalhead, Steve had asked if you could buy from Eddie for the party and you didn’t exactly say ‘no’.

You didn’t mind, it just wasn’t something you had done a lot before.

Pulling up to the trailer Eddie lived in with his uncle was a familiar thing. You’d gone there with Eddie on nights that his band played, to watch movies together, just to hang out. You’ve been there many times.

Just not as one of Eddie’s customers.

It almost seemed to catch him off guard when he swung the door open and you told him the reason for your visit.

He was more than happy to sell to you though.

Only, as he was getting the weed ready for you, he seemed to be acting strange. Well, stranger than usual.

He appeared hesitant as he handed you the bag just as you held the money out to him.

“Thanks, Eddie. I really appreciate it,” you smiled at him.

“Yeah, of course. It’s no problem.”

“We’re still on for movie night tomorrow?”

“If you still want to, absolutely,” he nodded his head.

You gave him a slightly confused look, “Why wouldn’t I want to?”

Eddie shrugged his shoulders in response, and you wanted to ask him if something was wrong.

“Don’t you have a party to get to?” he changed the subject.

Glancing down at your watch, you realized you had been at his house a little longer than you intended.

“Yeah,” you agreed, slipping the bag in your back pocket and wrapping your arms around him in a hug.

His arms were quick to wrap around you and hug back, squeezing a little tighter than usual.

“Go on before you’re too late,” he smiled at you.

You made a mental note to ask about his odd behavior tomorrow.

“See you tomorrow night,” you promised him, slipping outside and heading to your car.

You took the bag of weed out of your pocket and tossed it in the passenger seat so you wouldn’t sit on it.

Just as you were about to crank the car, something caught your attention. You had to turn the map light on to see better.

‘Want to go out on a date?’

The words were inked in black marker onto the bag Eddie had just handed you.

It took your brain a minute to fully register the words. Your body was quick to move and you sprinted from the car, up the stairs, and started knocking furiously on the front door.

As soon as Eddie opened the door, you held the bag up for him to see. Your eyes held a silent question, ‘Do you mean it?’

His right hand came up to scratch the back of his neck awkwardly as he nodded his head, and you couldn’t help but admire the bats permanently etched onto his skin. You wanted to trace every bit of ink his skin held.

“Yes,” you suddenly broke the silence.

“Yeah?” he asked, checking to make sure he heard you correctly.

Your feet carried you through the threshold of the door to right in front of him, hands itching to take his.

“Yes,” you reaffirmed your answer.

The smile that he gave you right then and there would forever be one of your favorite memories.

Loving him came so natural to you that when you first entertained the notion, you were filled with both a sense of peace and terror.

Peace because being around him was so easy. He never made you feel like you had to put on a face or hide behind a mask like you did with so many others. It was a sentiment that he had shared with you one late night.

Terror because no one had ever made you feel the way he did. Eddie brought out a side of you that no other had. You had never loved anyone so passionately and deep as you had your beloved metalhead.

That’s why his death was so hard on you. Because you knew that you would never feel for anyone the way you did Eddie.

The days following his death were a mixture of emotions. Grief being obvious.

Some days you would rage at the universe. Cursing whatever higher power saw fit to put Eddie in your path and allow you to love him. Then you would break down into sobs of guilt for feeling even the slightest regret about any of your time with him. You understood that it was just another part of the grief. There wasn’t a moment you would trade and the regret you felt was for not having more time.

It just didn’t feel fair that the universe would give him to you and then allow him to die.

Allow him to be so cruelly taken from you.

The only positive thought was the picture you had in your head of his eternal afterlife.

You would never claim to be anything of an expert of the subject, but you liked to think he was doing whatever made him happy.

Performing his music. Playing Dungeons and Dragons. Idly strumming his beloved guitar on his bed while a joint of rolled up weed hung from his lips.

There were people you had lost before so you knew time had an effect on memories of loved ones no longer around.

Photographs allowed you to see the dearly departed but other things would fade from your mind.

Soon you would forget the sound of his voice. The way his laugh sounded. The look of excitement and pride every time he finally nailed a riff in a song that took him ages to get. The smell of his cologne and a musk that was just him, a faint smell of weed clinging to him. You always told him you didn’t need alcohol or drugs because his intoxicating scent was the best high you ever felt.

You never wanted anything about Eddie to fade as life went on, so you replayed ever memory you had of him every day.

It would never be the same though and there would never be a time where you didn’t miss him.

Your first kiss played in your mind on many occasions.

You were just hanging out like normal. Eddie had taken you out on your first date the night before. It wasn’t some grand first date, but it meant everything to you.

He had taken you out to eat some greasy food and then to some movie. You don’t remember what movie as neither of you had paid attention to it after the first fifteen minutes. You just stayed and sneakily threw popcorn at some fellow movie goers until you got kicked out by security.

Your hang out turned into a movie night which was meant to make up for the movie you both didn’t watch the previous night.

“You want to stay the night?” Eddie suddenly asked as the end credits from the second movie of the night started to roll.

“Mmhm.”

You nodded your head that rested against his shoulder, eyelids beginning to feel heavy. You didn’t want to go to sleep yet. The night was perfect, in your opinion, and you didn’t want it to end. It couldn’t if you just stayed awake.

Eddie must have noticed your struggle though.

One of his hands came up to brush against your cheek. You allowed yourself to lean into his touch in your sleepy state.

“Hey,” his voice murmured softly. “We can go to sleep now if you want.”

You looked up at him bleary-eyed, brain taking a moment to fully register what he had said.

“Are you sure? There’s still one more movie you wanted to watch,” you questioned.

A quiet chuckle slipped past his lips and you almost hated how easily he could make your heart flutter. Almost.

“Sweetheart, you can barely keep your eyes open. If I put the last movie in, you won’t make it through the previews,” he pointed out.

You wanted to object to his words, but a yawn interrupted you and just proved Eddie’s point. He raised his eyebrows at you as if to say, “I told you so”.

Nodding your head in agreement and a quiet ‘okay’, Eddie turned the television off and helped your tired form to your feet. He was kind enough to let you lean up against him as he walked you both back to his bedroom. Just as he was about to cross into his room, your voice stopped his feet’s movements.

“What was that?”

“Thank you, Eddie,” you repeated your words, face pressed into his neck.

He smiled down at you, “You’re welcome, sweetheart.”

You made a move to press a kiss against his cheek, but your movement caught his attention and he turned his head to see what you were doing. Which caused your kiss to miss his cheek and land directly on his lips.

Whatever sleepiness you felt almost immediately disappeared as you jumped back like you’d been shocked. Both of you stared wide-eyed at each other.

“Sorry,” you began to profusely apologize, “I was just trying to—”

Eddie was quick to cut you off as one of his hands went around the back of your neck, the other cupping your cheek, and pulled you into a deep kiss.

Your fingers tangled themselves in his hair, pulling him closer while you kissed him back. He matched your passion by pulling you as close to him as physically possible. He held you like you’d slip away if he didn’t hold you tight enough.

In the future, you would always tell him that you adored when he held you like that. It made you feel so loved. He would then say that he would always love you like that. That he couldn’t imagine a time in his life when he wouldn’t be in love with you.

Nights tended to be the hardest. There were times where the mere thought of going to bed without him was too much to bear.

In those moments, you would pull on his jacket and wrap your arms around yourself. The record player would play the song you two always danced together to.

If you really tried, you could almost pretend he was holding you and swaying you both to the music.

He’d always do that when you had a bad day. Occasionally you could swear that you heard him whispering in your ear.

“It’s alright, sweetheart. I’m right here.”

He would say it to you so softly.

It was something that he said so often to you on your off days. Eddie always wanted you to know that whatever it was you were feeling, he wasn’t going anywhere.

That was when you were so cruelly reminded that his promise was one he hadn’t been able to keep.

You were only reminded that he wasn’t there anymore.

You were very good at reminding yourself of all the things you didn’t do or wouldn’t get to share with Eddie anymore. Perhaps it was the guilt you carried around with you at not doing something to help him.

It’s not like you could do anything. You weren’t even there when he died.

You had been with Robin, Nancy, and Steve at the time of your boyfriend’s tragic death.

It wasn’t your first decision, but Nancy had pointed out they could use all the help possible to kill Vecna. Eddie, while not liking the idea of you walking straight into Vecna’s base of operations, wasn’t very fond of you being in on the decoy for the demobats.

Damn bats.

You wished you had been there now.

Maybe you could have done something different. Something to hold the bats off long enough until it was over. Or maybe you could have done something to help Eddie until you all were able to get him to a hospital.

That wasn’t fair to yourself though and the brown eyed boy you love would tell you the same thing.

God, how you wanted to scream at him for being a hero. How you hated him for being so reckless and leaving you like he did.

But you didn’t hate him.

You couldn’t.

How could you hate him for being so selfless as to put his life in danger just to give you, Steve, Robin, and Nancy a few extra minutes?

Details would fade with time.

The cocky grin on his face when he thought he had someone beat in Dungeons and Dragons. The exact shade of brown of his eyes. How his finger’s felt when he lightly traced soft patterns into your skin. Even how your name sounded falling from his lips.

There was nothing you could do against the ravages of time. Everything fell victim by its cruel hands.

But you don’t think you would ever truly forget the boy who you fell so deeply in love with.

How could you ever forget him?

[ksiondzkanexkiii]

MAYBE YOU'RE NOT A BAD PERSON | JOHN PRICE

CHAPTER SIX

Next Chapter (7)

The story is also on wattpad, the link to my profile can be found in biography <3 Enjoy

It's been a few days since the teenager arrived at Price's apartment, and for a few days John has been in turmoil rather than peace in the apartment.

It's a store and obviously a lot of people in it, especially if it's a market. For Jinx, it was too many people she wanted to leave, but she had to walk step by step behind Price like she was his kid or whatever after morning jogging she was fed up, but her energy carried her away, how many walls she saw empty concrete always bored her for that she painted graffiti

They thought it was vandalism and defamation of the wall. She thought it was a work of art, something that made the world more colorful and interesting. She was interested in colors and colors. In brief

And yes. She's standing behind Price, who's going through groceries looking for what she needs, and she's bored, and I'm holding back the moans of discontent with every minute and hour they pass in the store. Of course he saw it, but he didn't comment, he thought she'd tell him herself, or he'd actually start whining like a little baby.

She tried to find something to do, but she quickly got bored, nothing caught her attention, she didn't speak. She shut herself up. She felt like Price had knocked down one of her walls when she wasn't looking.

Humiliating

- Why do people take so long to think about what they want to buy? Just take it and put it in the fucking basket! – an outraged teenager crossed her arms on her chest, like an outraged child who did not get his candy or toy. Price raised his eyebrow and looked at the teenage girl over the noodles, or did he do that on purpose? Maybe that's why he's holding one and the same pasta in his hand maybe.

- Calm down Jinx – a hoarse voice Price really demanded water, she was willing to put a bottle of water in the basket or buy him a new glass with the words “Give water your voice suffers” had to stop laughing at her own thoughts – People searching through all the products to find the ones on sale or the ones they were interested in – explained as if it was the simplest thing in the world

But for her it wasn't, for her it was torture of a man, clogging up the mind. And God, get her out of here, or she's gonna blow this store to shreds. – her irritation spread her

- Do you prefer to buy a more expensive product that is not on sale or do you prefer to pay less but have the same product that was on sale? – He raised his eyebrow, and when he encountered the silence of the teenager he considered it an answer – Well – he answered for her closing the discussions

- Then explain to me how the pasta you hold in your hand is different – She accused him, threatening him with a finger pointing at him from top to bottom.

- It's no different. I was curious when you would start whining that you wanted to leave – he shrugged, putting the pasta in the basket and moving on to other store shelves. The teen's mouth spread out

You fucking bastard, when I get you, it's UGH!

It's a good thing he couldn't hear her thinking, because I'm sure he'd give her up, after all, death threats might come true, some unfortunate accident. When she noticed Price wasn't waiting for her, she ran up to where she had last seen him, not to panic that he had disappeared, but she didn't want to be left alone. When she was looking for a bearded man, she walked into another alley when this thing caught her eye

A lot of plastic, a weight fell on her shoulders. But it was a nice weight practically as if it got wings felt like heaven, with curiosity approached every new shelf to see an assortment of paints, brushes, crayons, markers, clay, more markers, erasers, necks, sketchbooks. It all looked like it was calling and saying take me with you we were made for you, picking up two paints one in green and the other in yellow.

She might even say she liked these colors, a cold tube of paint weighing in her hands. As much as it would give to be able to have these paints or to be able to have her old collection, which remained in her old hideout, it's probably all been robbed or taken away by CIA agents looking at the nice pencils that were nice unused and the fresh wood of the pencils glistening from the light from the store lamps. The sprays that were just waiting for Jinx were neatly arranged on the shelves.

Oh, what would she do with those sprays, if only she could use them, running her hand over the crayons, judging their texture, she was in her world, she liked it here, she understood why people think what they want to buy.

There was only one problem she didn't have any money, stealing is out of the question. But... since when does he think that? As she looked around the alley, she noticed that she was alone, no one was here, no one was passing by, no one from the store, no one from the staff. The perfect opportunity is just waiting for it to be used she took a few crayons the colors she liked the most and caught the eye and a small set of pencils. She cleverly stuffed everything into her pockets beforehand making sure they didn't have a barcode or anything that could trigger an alarm. When she was sure, she stepped out of the alley as if nothing had ever happened.

No one will know

Again she started looking for the captain, who was a few aisles further unaware that the teenager had disappeared, or so she thought. She approached him without saying she had done anything, and yet the adrenaline was running through her veins, and her heart was pounding faster and harder with each greater second with the captain. In her pockets she was obsessively touching the stolen things she had hidden, feeling her fingers sweat and her mind working faster, fast enough that she would surely outpace the fastest military fighter.

Price moved on with the basket without saying a word as if he was sitting in his world of routine consumed him it seemed like it was everyday life for him and for a teenager it was boring and tedious and now with these things in his pockets she felt the adrenaline she missed so much in juvie. But she didn't feel the way she used to feel more like... she didn't know, she didn't understand. She just followed the older man praying that nothing would whistle at the gates.

She didn't even know it, when they got to the cash register, she grabbed one of the shopping bags almost overloaded her shoulder. Price, when he paid, he looked at the teenage girl, smiled softly when the teenage girl took the bag without saying anything, like it was normal for her, which means she'd still be people. All we have to do is extract that humanity, melt it, break down the wall it would create, hide their fears, move on to the captain's place

Her eyes ran through the many graffiti on the walls – Do you like this vandalism – he asked, focusing his eyes in front of him, walking with the goal of returning home, carrying two bags in his hands, picked up the bag earlier that was carrying a teenager. The bag was too heavy for her, and it got tangled under her feet, so he took the weight off the teenager like it was nothing, like the bag didn't weigh anything at all.

- It's not vandalism. “It’s an art you don’t appreciate,” she said, “the captain only raised his eyebrow.” “Art?” You call these scribbles art? – his skepticism was audible, he didn’t understand how these scribbles can be judged as art, how can you call it art? These were kids' scribbles that are hard to wash off and you'll find a lot of them on the walls of central London, especially on abandoned buildings or very old tenements and blocks.

- Yes art, you see where you see the scribbles I see the art of a person who nobody appreciates – she explained catching up with the captain when she stopped at one of the graffiti – Maybe you don’t understand it, but... You don’t understand it, because you’ve never expressed yourself that way, you’ve never delved into it – she shrugged.

- I can’t blame you, not for everyone is painting and creating Graffiti – She added after a moment of silence, John looked at her over his shoulder – It’s just words that can’t be read or trails the same as they teach in kindergarten – he murmured, turning his head slightly

He wanted to understand what the teenager meant, but he couldn't understand it, he couldn't understand it. And she understood, maybe it's a matter of age or maybe it's a matter of mentality, both of which were in the captain's mind. Or she's making it up, too.

- Well, don’t draw on my walls at home – He confessed and the teenager just laughed – I wouldn’t have the courage, come on, these white walls give a claustrophobic tone – she joked

- Are you claustrophobic? – curious hoarse voice continued to demand water, and he did not understand the joke – A little, but I try not to think about it – she replied normally she did not laugh. He didn't get a joke. How could you not get a joke so simple? How can you not laugh at her joke?

- Good – he praised her as if she did something right, or maybe she did something right? She did not understand what he meant – I remember these streets too well – she confessed after a moment of silence further looking around her – Far from here to big bene? –

- About twenty minutes by bus, unless there are traffic jams then longer – He grunted – There are always traffic jams especially in London – she sighed resigned, wanted to escape it was known not from today. Every night she gets up around 2:00 a.m. and tries to find the key to the front door, but she can't find it like the captain had it with him and hid it at night so she couldn't find it.

She knew it, which is why she spent nights in the living room window asking the brightest star on the moon for help. But her prayers and supplications are not answered by them, the standard. Nothing new, what did she expect? Nothing helps her and no one helps her.

It’s as if everything and everyone wanted to laugh at her, not from today it’s known – Why do you ask? – The captain knew how to get her out of the land of thoughts she liked to fall into, especially in his presence as if he knew what to do and how to behave so that she would think about her every next step and word.

He danced with her, but he was driving and she just followed him like a lost mongrel. Two steps forward, one step back, so he danced, and she danced two steps forward, five steps back, she couldn't keep up with the captain's step.

She couldn't keep up with the Captain's thoughts, the planning. She had to adapt to him, she had to get to know him. Surprisingly, they came to an agreement, he just acted like it was normal for him, like he wasn't completely upset that she showed up at his house like some kind of intruder, accepted that fact, and finally agreed to change it, so? Then why would he be pissed that she's there?

But why did he take it so lightly? Isn't that a problem? Either she's too calm and doesn't bother him, or his life is already so uninteresting that it doesn't surprise him, as if nothing surprises him. She didn't understand it. She wanted to get to know the man, like her mind, instead of thinking about running away, started thinking about him.

Who was he? Who really is Captain John Price?

He surprised her, and she surprised him, every day they taught each other was nice, because neither he nor she did anything wrong. To this day, the items that were in her pocket burned her pocket like she knew she was doing something wrong.

Because she knew

But now she felt her burning, and a distant voice of reason cries out to her to take it, but she doesn't hear that voice amid the murmur of praise of her demons that live within her driving her to say what was right and what she didn't do what she thought was right

She would never change that.

- Maybe someday you’ll want me to open your mind to new kinds of art – she muttered, Price stopped judging her from top to bottom. She went a little further, but stopped when she realized that the captain had not moved or moved an inch. She turned to the captain and met his judgmental gaze, “It’s not Jinx’s art. It's scribbles that paint kids as rebellious as you - he started and his voice was not at all nice and on the contrary it was rough and not nice

- You think it's art and it's vandalism. You try to call it art and you just spoil the objects – he stepped towards it to rise above it, looked down at the teenager

 – You look for beauty where there is no Jinx – the wrinkle on his forehead intensified how much he did not like it – You have real art in museums as paintings sculptures of artists. It’s not art on these walls, it’s just vandalism – he pointed to the wall next to them that had paint on it.

The graffiti next to them depicted a sunset over the ocean and a piece of beach and it was all surrounded by tropical leaves, Jinx's eyes on the painting on the wall lit up maybe and it was vandalism, but she liked it. Moving her gaze, her dreamy eyes quickly replaced the cold when she met Price's judgmental and nervous blue eyes.

They fought a war on sight, who wins who was right? – Maybe that’s how you see it, but I think differently – her voice was silent, resembling the hiss of a snake, or did the good idyll end? Five days after she arrived, the bubble Price thought they were stuck in burst? Was it that Jinx who lived on the streets and wreaked havoc by robbing people and starting fights? He didn't know, but he guessed

- Not Jinx. Drop it – his voice left no room for discussions she wanted to have anyway – Normal people wash this shit away, nobody wants a wall like that. It's ugly, no need –

He moved on his steps were long which caused him to quickly make his way, but Jinx did not follow him as for the past few days she kept following him like a lost mongrel. Because she had to

- Maybe you think so, but I get joy from it – she confessed watching Price leave, but stops when she started her monologue – Or maybe someone also gets inspiration from it or joy from such works? – asked rhetorically

- No one gets joy from it or delves into what this vandalism represents, what it is aimed at – He wanted to end this discussion – We are going to Jinx’s house – He ordered without leaving anything to discuss, ended it with a simple order, which she had to follow. She didn't want to upset him any more, even though she wondered what he was like when he was annoyed.

What's he like when he gets pissed off? She wanted to know the answer to that question, but she preferred not to risk seeing that bearded face red with anger. She obediently directed her steps towards his apartment, remained silent and clasped her hands on the stolen items in her pockets – Someday you’ll have to understand this – she whispered to herself, she didn’t want his ears to hear it – Sooner or later you’ll understand it – she muttered and her voice barely resembled a whisper. It's like she's just moving her lips and not a word comes out of her mouth.

And yet he heard it. But he didn't comment, he didn't comment because he didn't want to agree or he didn't comment because he didn't understand her. All the way back they were both silent, grave silence filled them, no mouths moved to make any sound even the birds were afraid to chirp.

It was so quiet, but the atmosphere could be cut with a knife, even the bluntest knife. She stooped to escape to the room she was living in and lock herself in so she could hug the bear. He wanted to sit on the armchair and delve into a book or get back to work on paperwork, where there was no end in sight. And so it happened

Jinx was in the room and she was in bed and he was sitting in his office over papers and the office lamp was the only light source in his office. With both minds distracted, everyone thought over their words trying to understand who was right. Who won that rattle?

John's mind was working at high speed not only because of the paperwork, but also because of the conversation with Jinx, he was right he knew about it, but at the same time he wanted to get the fascination out of her head. That's what the most normal parent would do, right?

Who's he kidding? He's not a parent. He's gonna change her. To adapt to society, to show what is normal and what is forbidden, to learn the rules and not to feel at ease in its company. He neglected his task, in his opinion, he did it wrong, he should have done it differently.

He should have done differently. He didn't have to learn about her past or what she was interested in or what she thought, he had to adapt her to society. So he'll do it.

But he didn't want to hurt her. But why did that thought light up in his head as if that thought was a flower I was trying to knock up so I could eat the sun's rays to release a beautiful flower

No. He couldn't let it happen, Kate's words stuck in his head. He had to plant a weed next to the plant so that the idea would die as soon as it came up.

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The day mk abandoned the kung fu death tournament high eastern fantsy aesthetic and then copied the Dcu/mcu aesthetic

Is the day mk fuckin died. It started with the cash grab crossover, then the dlc guest characters, and now this convoluted inconsistent assassination of characters.

Examples:

sin\del (was supposed to be manipulated by dark magiks from q=uan chi. Was never fuckin evil and never killed jerrod bc SH/AO KAH/N DID AND THATS SCREWING HIS CHARACTER OVER TOO all for some mommy dommy milf fantasy which is absolutely from a "hetcis man's" gaze dont fool yourself)

ku\ng la\o (turned him into a second banana cocky type and just keep killing him for shock value when before he kinda never got this treatment. He was is and always WILL be li/u kan/g's equal in skill and warriors heart)

ra\iden (a LITERAL GOD who was so strong he was only bound by the rules of mortal kombat and the elder gods and his soft spot for mortals and loyalty to protecting earthrealm, kind and wise. Turned into a supposed dEmi-GOd who was willing to use the realm that was his charge as a fucking bargaining chip to a man who's more untrustworthy than shan/g ts/ung, he's hardly around OR he's suddenly not as powerful until he remembers he can obliterate ppl with lightning, he's a cold hardass who's so alien to mortals emotions despite being around them longer and basically raising one like his own son)

li\u k\ang (turned into basically every shonen protagonist ever type levels of character development, gets fucked over in the romance department Although kit/ana has her fair share of problems with writing too, becomes a god in the most deus ex machina way possible and is so intrusive to kun/g la/o and his legacy to meddle with the great kung lao like some sort of savior bs)

sha\ng tsun\g before aftermath (having his whole ass character trashed to the side for some milf dominatrix fantasy in 9 is the only reason i fucking need here lbh)

son\ya (her whole character is stale and practically revolved around the fact she fucks and marries a dude she's so incompatible with just bc of "we need the original characters to make next gen characters we dont care if they're compatible lol" literally has an accidental pregnancy literally divorced jo/hny and then fucking dies, and then comes back anyways "but its the version fans like right oh btw shove in the fact that Son/ya's purpose is to malke cas/sie and thats it shes just mom character now but #gurlboss am i right plz buy game")

ja/x (gets traumatized to hell and back for very little payoff used as depression fetish exploitation, at least his tower ending is great despite the "#woke" bs, his daughter however has the most fucked ending to basically erase herself to make j/ax happy like???? Sonya literally has an avengers/justice league ass tower ending all peachy keen but the black woman cant have any happiness huh mmm sure ok yeah.)

Jacq/ui (honestly im not too into her character but when i heard about her tower ending it pissed me off so much and made me hate the writing even more like oh some characters get basically whatever they wanted no consequence but some characters are doomed to be fucked??? Like hello favoritism MUCH?!? -coughhanzosgodofwarripofftowerendingcough-)

with new characters added that have so much potential but poor execution (i mean seriously you wanna tell me ce/trion and kroni/ka actually killed the elder gods THE ELDER GODS AKA THE BIG POWERFUL DIVINE COUNSEL but have trouble with making rai/d/en and li/u fi/ght and kill each other??? Let alone try to kill one at a time??)

I do like some things like kolle/ctor and ge/rus and cet/rion like i like those characters but by god cetr/ion was wasted potential you cant drop her brother was fucking shinn/ok and then proceed to basically make her some weak errand girl who i feel in the end is making fun of the "divine feminine gaia" aesthetic like the writing wants her to be the bad guy but also sympathetic in the dumbest way possible and she sounds like someone on Twitter who just learned about the concept of "balance" and slaps buddha quotes incorrectly

Also i never cared for shin/nok until recently when i was like "hey wait no his concept kinda slaps actually"

At the end of the day we all have our opinions i guess. And mine is: mk new timeline is written by people who like superheroes movies when mk should be written by people who like kung fu movies

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Howdy dear reader! I'm your host Glagger, and today I'm here to bring you the final and lucky number thirteen post of my medal analysis series for Password VN.

Much like its predecessors, this final installment has SPOILERS FOR THE NOVEL. So please, if you haven't read the novel yet, and don't want to be spoiled, leave for now.

Ophiuchus, the medal of Righteousness, Courage and Rebirth:

Ophiuchus, funnily enough, isn't actually physically found at all. The characters don't even get to see it or hold it in game. The reader is the first to have confirmation of it's existence, either through the opitional questions that can be asked to Oswin or through Craig before they are thrown in path P.

Craig says the meaning of this sign is debatable, but that the most agreed upon meaning given to it is ambition, to do better, to incite change and to overcome great trials.

In path P, after Dave mentions the cure inside the vault can save Roswell, Thanatos asks him for the password to open the vault, which Dave doesn't know. Florencia asks her robotic son what became of the medals, and the rat confirms the hyena is missing one. After Flora confirms it's Ophiuchus, she asks Dave how he intends to find it, and Dave wonders how he even got there without it. Oswin says he knows the medal's location and is willing to disclose it to Dave, under the condition he can confirm that the cure will heal Roswell. Dave admits he's not sure but believes so, causing Flora to relent and order Thanatos to open himself and erase his memory of the day.

Since western astrology doesn't recognize Ophiuchus as a star sign, it has no polarity, modality or element. However, there are some astrologers that defended the idea of Ophiuchus being a recognized star sign, and associated traits to it. Ophiuchus' sigil is an U-shaped mark with a wavy line across that represents a snake. The association with snakes comes from the mythlogy of this constellation, and gives it the nickname of serpent-bearer. The most prominent aspect of this sign is ambition, and it's biggest ambition is unity. They believe that everyone will someday find a way to rid themselves of their negative traits and come together as one. The reason this sign defends such a radical idea comes from the fact they are a natural healer, seeking to relieve all of their burdens, another trait pulled from their mythology.

Astrologers who defend Ophiuchus as a sign have also associated personality traits to people born under the serpent's stars. Those born under Ophiuchus are said to possess a combination between the traits of Scorpio and Sagittarius, since Ophiuchus exists between them. The combo of traits from these opposing constellations cause Ophiuchans to be extremely curious and seek for knowledge as their main life-goal. They are always trying to change and grow, being very passionate, ambitious and overly-critical of themselves and others. They are charismatic and sly, using their sarcasm and brutal-honesty as their main social tools. They also tend to be very empathetic, to the point they sometimes act irresponsible for listening to their feelings rather than their heads, a behavior associated to their naturally strong sense of justice. They are egotistical, arrogant, jealous and short tempered on their bad days, and tend to be very reserved and secretive.

In Greek and Roman mythology, the Ophiuchus constellation is associated with Asclepius, the legendary healer who was the son of Apollo, god of the sun. Asclepius could heal anyone from any disease, and was able to revive even the dead with his healing abilities. He learned how to do so when Glaucus, Son of Minos, the king of Crete, drowned in a giant jar of honey. After his death, a snake tried to approach the prince's dead body, and Asclepius killed it to protect it. Afterwards, he observed how another snake approached the dead snake with an herb, and that herb miraculously brought the dead snake back to life. After seeing this, Asclepius took the same herb and used it on Glaucus, bringing him back to life.

Asclepius decided to use this new knowledge to aid mankind, and even wanted to share it with others as well. Hades, the god of the underworld, became concerned that the flow of souls to the underworld would dry up thanks to Asclepius, and expressed these worries with his brother Zeus. Zeus became concerned humanity would become immortal and no longer worship or respect the gods, choosing to strike the healer down with a thunderbolt to prevent this from happening. In order to honor the healer for his good deeds, Zeus ascended him to the heavens as the constellation of Ophiuchus.

The traits associated with Ophiuchus are basically a description of Oswin as a person step by step. Known for his obsession with the acquisition of new knowledge and extreme arrogance, Oswin is a very short-tempered man who is very self-centered and egotistical. Despite that, he is still a very empathetic man that once had the ambition of drastically changing the whole world for the better with his intellect. He is very reckless, relying far more on his heart and emotions than his head, being stubborn to a fault. He is very judgmental and critical of those around him, often not giving a rat's ass about anyone unless they prove themselves worthy of his attention. He is brutally honest and sarcastic, but also very charismatic and persuasive, as he wishes to be. He has a seemingly jolly personality, but is very reserved and secretive, literally spending a good chunk of the game hidden away.

The mythological tale of Asclepius and Oswin's backstory are so similar, they might as well be parallel versions of the same person. We have two gifted healers with the desire to end all ailments of the world, both learning how to achieve that goal through their medical knowledge. Oswin creates his miracle elixir that can prevent and heal any disease imaginable, essentially about to re-shape mankind's history. However, much like in Asclepius' tale, supernatural forces beyond his control just seemed to conspire against his dream. Zeus kills Asclepius before he can pass on his knowledge to mankind, and random variance makes it so Oswin accidentally creates a poison rather than a cure, killing 99 children, his dream, his career, his chance at fatherhood and his desire to live. He dies just like Asclepius, but in a metaphorical sense, and the miracle immunizer is never brought to public or completed after the event, much like how Asclepius' knowledge of the herb was erased from history as well.

Despite these events, however, Oswin manages to overcome his depression and guilt to complete the elixir and save Roswell's life, which fits Craig's comment about Ophiuchus overcoming great trials and changing for the better. He manages to restore his desire to live, and gains the courage to face his past and move on from his sins.

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I reread the whole dance of dragon sequence from the books and god the show writing makes me so fucking angry [again]!!! like uff in many parts it feels like the show writers wrote the blacks as an accessory for the development of greens throwing blacks so down in the imagine of public. and so i hate when show fans speak [mainly greens] as if all knowing when they cannot discern the hypocrisy and the flaws in writing of the show. show!alicent's moments make me so angry.

recently i saw someone on twitter say that blacks hold the books in higher regards so they went to read them only to get a 'history book' with only accounts from many forming their opinion on how the books are just books and not a good story. the replies were full of how GRRM was so bad at writing them as if they have half the wits if they cant comprehend the text, the accounts of who were the main people telling the story to get to form opinions closer to "truth". its not that hard, simple reading comprehension can tell you what we can take as almost truth. they think HOTD was meant to be the medium to show the truth T_T

with Daemon and Laena, i feel so that he truly did love her. I hate it when they just toss aside Laena. he fought for her hand. they had two children together both who he loved so dearly. even Laena's friendship with Rhaenyra is erased in the show [i feel like they just didnt want to show that Rhaenyra was capable to hold good relationships at all] coming back to Daemon:

Her grueling labor had drained all of Lady Laena’s strength, and grief weakened her still further, making her helpless before the onset of childbed fever. As her condition steadily worsened, despite the best efforts of Driftmark’s young maester, Prince Daemon flew to Dragonstone and brought back Princess Rhaenyra’s own maester, an older and more experienced man renowned for his skills as a healer. Sadly, Maester Gerardys came too late. After three days of delirium, Lady Laena passed from this mortal coil.

even if he lost his boy, Daemon doing this for Laena is just love. I love Laena with Daemon as i love Rhaenyra with him too. Its just plain sad such a good character was put aside in the show. and then after Laena, Baela and Rhaena are given to little regard in the show. [that baela-rhaenys clip which is going about. god they had to show Aegon getting off didnt they]

also with Rhea Royce's death... there is no way Daemon killed her. He was in stepstones when she died. its such a dumb thing in the show to. or okay in the books there is no way he could have gone on dragon to vale and back without anyone noticing a fucking dragon in the skies. people are so dumb.

i dont think Daemon or Rhaenyra or any other killed Laenor, other than Ser Qarl. I dont see how people see Rhaenyra ask for someone to do it.

Like in the books so and they are biased in my opinion, Rhaenyra is not shown to have good relationships much, and which are shown are rumoured with lovers and scandals like wtf. They all mean to undermine blacks so much.

sometimes i think what if Jace and Luke were trueborn and sometimes i feel strongly as if they are. i dont care if they are bastards or not, but sometimes i think. do you have any posts mainly on this?

this was written in mess of emotions, i may be wrong in come accounts and so i'll be happy to see what you think. Ive been in the book fandom for only few months, I love your posts. hope you are having a nice day <3

As for the Daemon killing Laenor, I changed my mind a little.

I think that if he were alone, he would have had him killed after Laena already died--was willing to.

So rather than it being a morality thing, it is a convenience matter that makes me consider how Daemon may or may not have killed Laenor. Including how he might have hidden his own movements and preparations to have this guy killed, which, yes, could just be him meeting with Qarl Correy in secret as he did in the show. But again, it depends on how dumb Corlys and Rhaenys are, or how willing they are to suspect Daemon and believe it.

He'd still have convinced Rhaenys very well that he had nothing to do with it, which I can't imagine was easy or worth it for him. Both Rhaenys and Corlys still have to support Rhaenyra after all, if the goal was to get closer to Rhaenyra and gather support/be support for her, as is the argument for the pro-Daemon killed Laenor thing.

As for how the show writers and Condal wrote the blacks to have less and the greens to have "more" by stealing their traits, ozymalek writes the best (and my own final agreement as to how this came about) HERE. Excerpt:

The Dance era in "Fire and Blood" is something that will fundamentally cause the feelings of cognitive dissonance. I think this is why people initially disliked this book when it first came out. It did not provide easy answers, it was written as a historical account, the in-universe historians were clearly biased. People, however, had trouble realizing who the historians are biased for and against.

Team Green would have you think that "F&B" is biased against the Greens, because their allegiance as maesters clearly being to Hightowers notwithstanding, they could not evade simple historical facts: that most of the kingdom supported Rhaenyra, that Greens were horrendously misogynistic and that her usurpation was clearly wrong. That's why, approaching it from the "choose your favorite war criminal" point of view, it was difficult for Greens to accept that their preferred side is so cartoonishly evil - obviously bias must have been involved, even though the only pro-Black narrator of F&B is Mushroom, the rest are Greens. The maester's anti-Targaryen bias, however, manages to sneak in and mess with the reader's balance, causing said cognitive dissonance.

It's hard to deal with it as a reader, let alone as a showrunner who's trying to adapt a story in which not everything is set in stone. They incorrectly assumed that, because they are constantly forced to question what is happening in the story, the bias is with the underlying idea that there was a correct side. As such, they assumed that all the inconsistencies result from maesters not choosing to view it that way. Ryan Condal repeatedly stated that he does not want watchers to pick sides, while George RR Martin embraces it and even encourages it (and I think that he himself has picked the Blacks). Such is our nature as human beings.

So they decided that they have to balance the scales. Because Greens are poorly developed, they added more characterization for them that contradicts their book personas (abused child bride meow meow Alicent who is clueless about the plans that in the books she herself set in motion, for example) while simultaneously taking the characterization AWAY from team Black members.

I still think that the writers are also more inclined to write Rhaenyra misogynistically for a male audience through the male gaze (xenonwitch's POST and ozymalek's POST and my own POST/its reblog by monoijikayu).

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MANDELA STARS BELOW LORE!!!

Hello! I know that none of my followers have a flying fuck what Stars Below is, other than the stuff relating to it I've reblogged, BUT!! I have an AU that's a crossover of both it and Mandela Catalogue, my main interest A lot of the terms I use here probably won't make sense to someone not aware of the series, so here are some resources! https://youtube.com/playlist?list=PLFiR8xHGAPZKhnb-PdD-6Gz6pc1CWg4kM&si=zsR-MuiCCJ1MCILw https://toyhou.se/21038090.wip-kraizen-vani-species https://the-forever-ocean.fandom.com/wiki/The_Forever_Ocean_Wiki Now, for the Google doc, explaining the lore of the Main Four Victims (+ other snippets)! This thing will hopefully be updated at least semi-often, but there aren't any guarantees. I'll also copy and paste the information under the cut if one doesn't want to look at the Google Doc. Thank you!

MARK. AKA: VICTIM 1. (Second event chronologically): 

(TW: Vol 1, Suicide, Genocide, Religious Themes)

Mark Christian Heathcliff was always very religious. He lived a relatively normal life, however. Until he… well, one night, while his family was away, he was called to the forest in the middle of the night, where he found… Gabriel. A 50 foot BEHEMOTH of a creature, nothing like Mark had ever seen before. So, naturally, he decided that this was god. Or the devil, he wasn’t quite sure. Though, when it introduced itself as “Gabriel”, Mark decided that it was the former. So, when “God” told him that he was going to help him “rid humans of their suffering”, he was compliant. Even when that involves killing entire cities with giant light beams. If this was what “God” wanted, Mark would comply. He ended up moving to a house near the woods, away from society so that he wasn’t arrested for his crimes.

One day, however, he received… a phone call. From his friend Cesar? Cesar had gone missing a few months prior, so Mark was rightfully confused about what was going on. Though, when the man explained that he needed Mark to come and turn in his security cameras, he was hesitant, but willing after further discussion. Nothing could go wrong, right?

As Mark drove home from the Torres residence, it was quickly apparent that he had been followed. By.. well, “Cesar”, and an entity named N. The two locked him into his room for three days, where he subsequently took his life after enough mental torment. However, he was seemingly… “resurrected” by the powers N possessed, turning into a “Shadow” (a zombie), and securing Gabriel’s spot on earth. Because, by a technicality, Mark was not dead.

TL;DR: “HOLY FUCK IS THAT GOD????!!!!!! oh wait no I’m a zombie now”

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CESAR. AKA: VICTIM TWO. (First event chronologically):

(TW: Vol 1, Dehumanization)

Cesar Torres was, well… there’s not a lot known about the real Cesar (as well as the majority of victims of the Shadow; it seems preexisting memories of these people from the ones closest to them have all been erased.) All that we’re aware of is that, one night, Cesar went… missing. In reality, he was “kidnapped” by N, who turned him into a “Patient 0” of sorts for N’s power, which is the ability to turn people into zombie-like entities called Shadows, which basically just corrupt someone and turn them into a version of them with their worst traits. For example, someone with anger issues would become volatile after being Shadowed, anger being their main, and only, emotion. At least, if they’re alive when they’re turned, of course; those who are turned after their deaths become your textbook zombie, at least mentally. 

However, Cesar was… different. Unlike a majority of the other Shadows, he maintained some sort of control of himself, even if he was fully turned. He was tasked, at least for a while, of being the “Commander” of the Shadows, considering N’s lack of ability to do that for… a variety of reasons. So, the shadowed part of Cesar did just that; corrupted people into shadows, amassing a large army of soldiers for the Mercy Mission, despite the real Cesar’s constant fight for control. He was even responsible for his best friends death at one point, though he did also bring the man back to life in the same instant. 

Legend says that Cesar is still active today, lurking in the shadows and observing the events unfolding in 2009 with a sharp eye, reporting his findings to his new master and leader, Gabriel. 

TL;DR: Man becomes a zombie shadow thing with a conscience and does Alt!Cesar like things… wuh oh

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ADAM. AKA: VICTIM THREE. (Third event chronologically):

(TW: Adams Childhood, Vol 2, Vol 4, Catalyst, Presto, Sadism, Genocide, Radiation Poisoning, Death, Gore)

Adam Icarus Murray has always been tied to the Vani in one way or the other. When he was about three or four, both of his parents— Lynn and Jude Murray— were killed by Gabriel in his attack, and instead of being distraught like a normal human would, Adam was fascinated. The idea that any entity had the sheer power to kill thousands of people in the blink of an eye didn’t scare him, no; he was enthralled by it. He felt an inherent connection to these beings, and from then on, he became obsessed. Though, he usually kept this obsession to himself.

That was until one Sarah Heathcliff founded the “Bythorne Vani Society”— or just the Bythorne Vani Club at the time. Adam and Sarah used to go on missions together, but after an unnamed event, Sarah stopped, forcing Adam to find someone else to go on missions with him instead. And the person he chose was his childhood “friend” Jonah Marshall. Jonah had some sort of idea of what happened with Adams parents, so they were somewhat aware of Adams interest, but they didn’t know the pure extent to which it went.

The longer Adam and Jonah stayed in BVS, the deeper Adam dug himself into his obsession. Sure, the blond always had a fascination with the Vani, but never to the extreme he was in. Jonah attempted to pull the man back from the quickly approaching insanity he was digging himself into, but all attempts failed as Adam “came closer to the truth.”

One day, Adam found… a house. A house that had been rumored to be the old residency of one of the old Tethers— Cesar, was his name? Adam wasn’t sure. All he knew is that the house was calling him, and that to not go in was to risk everything. Jonah said the house scared the shit out of them, and they refused to go in, much to the blonds chagrin. Adam stays in the house for three days, Vol 2 argument happens, yadda yadda.

Jonah’s side of the story is for another day, but as for Adam? He finds exactly what he had been looking for all this time. In the basement of that house was a Vani who called itself “Six”, and it wanted Adam to help him. The man, now completely disconnected from reality, says yes, after very minor amounts of pushback. As it turns out, the reason the Vani kill is because of something called the “Mercy Mission”— or the belief that life is suffering, and that the only release from it is death.— Adam instantly believes in this narrative, as well as also… secretly having the innate desire to kill just for the fun of it, just like his Vani.

Each Vani has an Sembla (Element), and Six’s is Radiation. He can manipulate electromagnetic waves, and, well… give people radiation. A lot of the Vani also have certain items, called Amplifiers, which are modified technology from another race called the Omni that help them… kill people. Six’s is this suit that allows its wearer to go through electromagnetic waves, which basically makes it so they can transport through screens and the like.

Adam, after a quick walk with his new Vani to find the van Jonah had crashed, makes it back to his house. Immediately, he makes a video and posts it to the BVS YouTube channel, basically explaining how he had just found a real life Vani, and how all of his research and time spent trying to prove the existence of these beasts has been proven correct. What the viewer didn’t know, however, is that this video was simply a conduit for Adam, with the Amplifier Six gave him, to go through their computer screen and drag them into it, killing them from the amount of radiation after a certain point— vaporizing them, basically.

The first victim of this was Adams own boss, Sarah. However, because of the fact this was his first time, he grabbed her by her arm instead of her shoulders, which allows Sarah to escape with-… major injury in the process. Adam quickly learns from this mistake, however, and very little to no victims have escaped him after this event.

The one set back is that doing this isn’t very healthy for humans, and Adam soon starts getting mutations. At first he gets lumps on his head, which quickly turn to things that look like cat ears. Then, his nose changes to be more animalistic, and he grows whisker-like hairs on his cheeks. Finally, he grows a tail with a hand at the end, which acts almost like another limb entirely. His insanity has also been pushed even farther by the nuclear exposure, and instead of being horrified by these new growths, he is delighted. He is becoming closer to the Vani, is he not?

However, with these “up sides” come… very obvious side effects. He becomes weaker; he feels sick a lot more, and his teeth and bones start to ache and even fall out. Despite this obvious radiation poisoning, he continues. His brain has been altered too much to fully understand what was happening to him, however, and he goes on, despite Six’s minor amounts of protest.

No human body can be subject to the amount of radiation Adam has been subject to and still live, including Adam himself. After a few months of this, his body completely gives up on him. He falls, sitting in front of his nightstand, completely unable to get up. He can feel his bones rotting away and breaking. It’s excruciating. Sores have been appearing on his body, and all he wants to do is pick them until they bleed, but he can’t even move his arms up to do so. He tries to scream for someone to help him, anyone, but the pain is so bad that even so much as opening his mouth is a challenge.

Finally, after days of this torture, Adams jaw… falls clean off his face, along with whatever parts of his throat and esophagus that are left. This, of course, kills the blond, but instead of feeling death as a good thing, he realized how painful it was, how excruciating it was— it wasn’t mercy! He believed so much in the “Mercy Mission” he was told about that, when his death felt like it did the opposite of release him from the “pains of life”, that broke him in some way. It was a lie served up to him on a silver platter that he immediately fell into, and formed part of his identity around. But it was fake. It wasn’t true. And now he was going to die a fraud.

Right before his death, he felt a presence, but he couldn’t tell who or what it was until it was the last thing he saw. But, as he soon realizes, the thing was there to… save him. He was alive again, almost a squid jog as he was killed. He didn’t know whether this was punishment for what he had done— even if he didn’t exactly regret it— or charity work. He was a shadow now, but with one key difference: he could control himself. He had already become the worst parts of himself, so mentally, there was very little change.

Soon enough, Adam is found by someone. By one… Thatcher Davis. He is referred to as “Victim Three”, which angers him: he isn’t a victim! Or, well, he was, but more so because he was victim of being shadowed, and not that he was a “victim of the Vani”, or whatever. After being taken to their base, he was put into questioning, where he was forced to explain what happened and why he did what he did. And, seeing no other option, he did exactly that.

Now, he has been put into captivity by the Main Party, having an agreement with the four that he could stay if he helped them and gave them the relevant information when asked. He doesn’t fully like this agreement, but it was better than becoming “just another Shadow”, so he complies. Even if two of the people he was now put under were his biggest enemies.

TL;DR: Who knew the orphan obsessed with Vani would go on to believe in the Vani's mission and kill people??? Also he’s really radioactive. And dead. Oh wait nvm, he isn’t anymore. And now he’s caged up.

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JONAH. AKA: VICTIM FOUR. (Fourth event chronologically):

(TW: Vol 2, Toxic Relationships, Kidnapping, Hostage Situations, Drug Addiction, Dehumanization, Torture, Religious Themes, Genocide)

Jonah Edmund Marshall was… well, a normal guy. His mother was turned to Shadow, but other than that, he was largely unaffected by the Vani crisis. However, his best friend, Adam, was… at the complete opposite side of the spectrum, and after a while, invited Jonah to join this society called the “Bythorne Vani Society”, owned by one Sarah Heathcliff. Seeing as one of goals of BVS was to help people affected by the Vani crisis, and Jonah didnt exaclty mind helping people, he joined. Besides; It’d piss off his dad, Mervin, who wanted Jonah to stay as far away from Vani as possible (for mostly selfish reasons), so that was another plus.

The longer Adam and Jonah stayed in BVS, the longer Adam became… obsessed. Sure, Adam always had a fascination with the Vani, but never to this extreme. All of Jonah’s attempts to pull Adam away from his obsession were met with anger and rage, and the more and more Adam dug himself deeper into the hole of his past, the worse and worse Jonah began to feel, both mentally and physically, their jobs taking a hefty toll on the man.

One day, Adam found… a house. A house that had been rumored to be the old residency of one of the old Tethers— Cesar, was his name? Jonah wasn’t sure. All he knew is that the house scared the shit out of him, and he refused to go in. Adam, wanting to check the house out for a few nights, just to find evidence of Vani activity, stays in the house for three days. Queue Vol 2 argument, yadda yadda.

Adams side of the story is for another day, but as for Jonah? Well, he ended up crashing the van into a tree right outside of Mandela County after something had gotten into his radio speakers and began taunting him for “Leaving (Adam) behind.” Jonah fell into a coma, but was quickly found by… Preacher, his tether. This was all an elaborate scheme to trap the two tethers, it seemed.

After a few days, Jonah woke up in some sort of hideout. At first, he’s confused and disoriented, but he soon sees… something… in the corner of his eye. Something with the familiar Green, Blue, Violet, and Red patterning. Realizing what that is, he… freaks the fuck out. Rightfully, of course— he believed he was going to be killed by a Vani, the one thing he had ran away from!

Oh, if only.

Soon, after Jonah fully recovers and his mental state is “stabilized”, they’re forced by the Vani, which calls itself Preacher, to use a staff to go into people’s dreams and suck their life force. As it turns out, Preacher… believes herself to be a disciple of God, and Jonah as one of God's new apostles. She views these killings as “part of God’s plan”, and that Jonah has to be apart of it, whether he likes it or not. And Jonah-… well, Jonah hates it. Despises it, even. But he has no real way of escaping, so he just does as Preacher says.

The one reward Jonah gets from these killings are… Dreams. The dreams that Jonah takes from people are basically like drugs, and heavy ones too. He gets instantly hooked, now not able to leave not just because of the fact he was basically kidnapped and is now held hostage, but because he has gained a crippling addiction to a drug only Preacher can provide. Only death can provide.

However, after months of this torture, something finally… snaps, in Jonah. Maybe a stunning revelation, maybe the guilt stacking up too high, who knows. All we know is that Jonah made a plan. A plan that, in the end, worked. With the end part of Jonah’s staff, made out of a material called Vanium, which can pierce through a Vani’s brand, killing them, Jonah snuck into Preacher’s hiding spot in the middle of the night. Then, without warning, he killed her, and promptly escaped.

Jonah is now being treated for the severe addiction he gained and the countless mental issues the whole ordeal caused, and he ended up joining the “Main Party”, now trying to help them stop the Wisconsin Vani once and for all.

TL;DR: normal man turned monster hunter turned drug addicted killer turned good guy -

Sadly, most of the main cast don't have complete designs, other than Six, Adam, Preacher, and Jonah, So here they are!

[sellyoursoulforagoodfic]

Dreams of Retribution Chapter 4

Dream of the Endless x reader

Word Count: 968

Summary: More deals, and a rushed conversation

Nine years later, the look in his wife’s eyes the last time he saw her still haunted Dream’s every waking thought. The fear he’d witnessed ate at him for it wasn’t directed at her own fate. She’d been afraid of what would happen to him.

He shouldn’t have been so worried about his rage at Burgess, he realized in the silence of his glass prison. He should have taken more of their allotted minutes to remind her how he felt about her, make sure she knew the importance of saving herself over him.

Now, he was left in the hell of not knowing if you’d somehow managed to escape. 

Then Burgess’ woman left him and robbed them both of their valuables. The man tried (in vain) to entice Dream into working for him.

Like he had for the last decade, Dream didn’t so much as utter a word. If his wife was still trapped by this mortal, this would be the perfect opportunity for her to escape, for her to get even for Jessamy’s slaughter.

~

For nine years, you’d been trapped much the same as your husband. Right next door. So close but with different entrances so you couldn’t so much as glimpse the King of Dreams when people were coming or going. Every few days, Roderick would come down to ask if you were suddenly willing to bow to his wishes--as if you could give him the things he wanted. Every time you simply glared.

Then all of the sudden, one day he came barreling downstairs like the devil herself was licking at his heels. “Goddess of Revenge, I have need of your services,” he panted as if on the verge of panicking in earnest. 

You sat back on your heels, mindless of how exposed you were--they’d long since forcibly stripped you of your mortal costume. “Is that so?” you asked loftily.

“The woman that lives here has stolen my fortune--”

“What a shame--”

“And your husband’s belongings.” A pause where he smirked evilly. “That shut you up quickly. So doesn’t it seem like a job for a creature like you? A bit of revenge for your freedom?”

“Your demands?”

“Return what was stolen from me, then return here and convince your husband to do as I wish. Then I will free you both.”

“I’ll return what was stolen,” you announced. “Then you will free him.”

“As if--”

“You will free him,” you continued forcefully, “and keep me. I’ll tell you how to siphon my immortality and use it for your own.” That got his attention. “Do we have a deal?”

“. . . And your word binds you?”

“Gods have a protocol. We do not break deals lightly.”

“Good. Then we have an accord.”

“Only if you let me see my husband for a few minutes.” Before he could complain, you continued, “Same situation as before: chaperoned, timed, cuffed. Please,” it pained you to plead like this. “I just want to see my husband.” You would never admit to it to this man, but the pair of you had never been apart this long, especially not like this. 

“. . . Fine. If you try anything . . . Keep in mind that I have in my collection a certain Greek vase that’s tasted gods’ blood  before.”

You hadn’t expected it, but you weren’t surprised. The sight of Ares emaciated and only days away from death was seared into your mind. You had no idea how he’d gotten his hands on it, if he was even speaking the truth; the risk was simply too great. “Understood.” You wouldn’t be erasing his containment circle, then.

When he led you into Dream’s containment room, your breath whooshed out of your lungs. He was as beautiful as you remembered. You hoped he was thinking something similar.

His voice was absolutely hissing with anger as he asked, “He dares disrespect you like this?!” in your native tongue.

“Relax, my love,” you said calmly, striding right up to the glass cage that was so unpleasantly similar to your own prison just next door. Surprisingly, Roderick said nothing about it, not even as you raised a hand to set it on the glass. “I’m going to get you out of here.”

Dream’s hand rested on his own side of the glass in a sad parody of touching you like he so longed to do. Still, it was more than you’d had in a decade. “What have you done?” he murmured.

“Do not worry yourself with it, Dream. I am going to free you.”

“I told you to leave me and save yourself. Why do I sense that you have done exactly the opposite?” He punctuated his threatening growl with a juxtaposing whine of your name.

“I adore you, do you know that?”

His hand clenched against the glass, fingers curling with his want to feel your skin against his. “I know. You know I feel the same.”

“Then you know why I had to do it.”

“That is enough,” Burgess announced. “Alex!” he called his son. “See to it that she is clothed and take her to the drawing room to wait.”

“Yes, Magus.”

Before your eyes, Dream folded back in on himself, soullessly returning to his fully seated position.

Your heart sank. Soon. Soon he would be free.

~

It took you quite a while--in your limited state--to locate Ethel. Long enough hat you didn’t realize that she’d somehow acquired an Amulet of Protection until it was too late. As your body was ripping itself apart, you couldn’t help but think about what might happen to Dream in your absence, in light of your failure.

You didn’t know if that amulet was strong enough to fully kill a god.

You didn’t know where you would end up even if you did live to be reassembled.

You didn’t know.

You. Didn’t. Know.

[endversewinchester]

Harry Potter???? in 2023??? read something else

Actually noonie, if we are being honest I've done HP since I was... 6-7? Which was right around the time prisoner of azkaban (movie) came out and I just never stopped. So yes. In 2023, and most likely for the rest of my life. Why? Core childhood franchise, along with a few others you can guess from looking at my blog.

But before you double down and call me transphobic or accuse me of supporting JKR, let me get ahead of you by saying the books I'm screenshoting on this re read have been with me for at least 6 to 7 years, meaning far before her current behavior. Let me also tell you I own every single DVD since I was 13-14 (as the last movie came out in 2011 and I'm not sure when the DVDs were sold). TLDR; None of what I am doing right now is generating any sort of revenue for JKR, and hasn't for almost a decade at this point.

And not that I owe you any sort of explanation, but what inspired me to read the books again as an adult was people pointing out how horrible they were. And while they were certainly far more problematic than my childhood self remembers and also lacking in several aspects, there is still worth in them. Regardless of her incompetence as a human being and her attempts of rewriting history by saying trans people and their allies are death eaters, that is not the text. The text for HP, even with all their issues, is still about fighting fascism, and prejudice, and not judging others for things beyond their control. That was the meaning child!me took from this, as did millions of people across the globe, and I am very reluctant to let that be erased away by a crazed woman and her followers.

So no. I am not ditching Harry Potter. But lets say I caved and did. Did you see how much money Hogwarts Legacy made? I didn't buy a copy. I don't even have a console. Do you see how crowded the theme parts are? And the reboot is going to be designed for children a lot younger than you and me. Kids the same age I was when I joined the universe. Therefore me not touching HP? Not doing anything. To think you can cancel a franchise this big is a bit amusing to me, and it tells me you are too young to have experienced the "Harry Potter fever" as it was called when the movies were still coming out.

My solution, noonie? First of all. Stop being a creep. Crawling into people's messages won't get you allies for any cause, and allies are what trans people need right now. You aren't just alienating the terfs and other types of weird conservative bs, you are alienating people that are willing to listen and help. Oh and for the love of god. Stop the banning books dialogue. You know who does that? The Catholic Church. And Nazis. Done with that first part? Cool.

HP is massive. So massive a company as big as WB can't afford to buy her out. So what do we do? We use her IP against her.

If instead of trying to bully people you took your time to get them on your side with a fanbase as big as Harry Potter's? The amount of support you'd be able to build up would be absurd. Here in Brazil a trans woman streamer donated all of the profits she made during HL to a reopen a trans shelter for kids that either run away or are kicked out for being themselves. Another one donated 10k for a different shelter. The HP fans are doing a whole lot more activism than you at this point.

In short, anon: No. I will not. And while you keep punching the edge of a knife, I'll find smarter ways to fight AND keep something that meant a great deal to me. Have a lovely day.

[loyaltyworn]

@maavel (moved from x for editor):

🪀 Steve doesn’t have to try very hard to imagine Bucky’s words as he speaks them. There are plenty of memories of himself on a hospital bed with doctors and nurses hovering around him, his mother and Bucky somewhere in the background, always. He remembers one bout of pneumonia, the winter after his mother died. It was the only time he’d been to the hospital without her. He’d stayed there for two weeks while the doctors tried to clear his lungs, bring him out of a critical state, and he still, to this day, doesn’t know how Bucky managed to pay off the bill after he finally managed to kick the virus. The doctors had said something about a miracle when he’d tried to thank them, brushing off their own efforts as if it wasn’t medicine and skilled work but an act of God that had finally helped Steve pull through. After his mother’s death, Steve’s visits to church had slowly dropped off. His faith along with it. His faith had always been in his mother’s preachings anyway, rather than the pastor’s. Steve hadn’t believed a miracle was possible . . . but now, he’s not so sure. 

Steve had died. The Steve in this time, and in this universe had died. Which means that the portal that Steve had stepped into on Bleecker Street had done more than send him through time — it had taken him into a different reality. One where he had died before he’d even got to the war. Perhaps, when he was meant to. 

‘ I — I didn’t know. ’ He doesn’t know what to say. Bucky is hurting and there wasn’t anything Steve could do to take it away. That’s how he’s always viewed problems — facing them head on, finding the solution, erasing them. He’s never been able to help Bucky in the same way. Not when he fell from the train, not when he was taken by Hydra, not when Thanos came after him and half the people in the universe. Steve feels equally helpless now. In their youth, it had almost always been Bucky who had come to save the day. Pick Steve up after a street fight or send his attackers packing. Comforted him when the burdens of his illness got to be too much, despite Steve never vocalising it. Looked after him after his mother passed away. Even during the war — Bucky was the first person to call him Captain America as the symbol that actual soldiers would believe in, instead of the dancing monkey he’d been painted as up until that point. 

‘ I know you would have done everything you could, ’ Steve finally says quietly. ‘ You always do, even though it wasn’t up to you. ’ Everyone’s got a lease on life, but Steve had felt it more than most people. Despite that, and despite being difficult to love, Bucky had always been there. Bucky had never let Steve down — not the way that Steve was constantly letting him down. ‘ I’m sorry that I — he . . . died, ’ and winces because of how awful that sounded. ‘ I mean — I’m sorry that it happened. That you didn’t get . . . even half the life you could have had together. That, sorry, that sounds terrible. I’m just — I have a lot to tell you, Bucky, if you’re willing to hear me out. Maybe we can sit down ? And, and I could make you a cup of tea? Or cocoa ? ’ 

[coinflict]

YOU understand what i was going for with that post thank god i am so used to not being good at conveying my points. fully agree with the climate action points you made i used to be like "lmao what good will dying on track do" but i now feel like thats offensive to people who died to bring attention to massive issues like emily davison

Hahaha yeah you get it I'm also scared of my posts coming across the way I didn't intend them to espetially in these types of circles where people are prone to sending death threats over literal woobified racists 😭. But yeah no your post was pretty much spot on I was glad I saw it because I came across posts along the lines of "this sport used to be good but oh NOW they're all racists" which like... loud and wrong! That's what it's built on actually, common mistake!

And since you mentioned the climate thing I'm gonna expand on it a bit since it's a point that's very close to me. Whenever a climate protest happens I feel like I've warped into an alternate universe on the dashboard because you get people saying that exact thing. Which to an extent I understand, seeing people die from preventable causes is disturbing, espetially in this sport where it happens more than anywhere else, however it is as you said disrespesctful to people who bet their entire existence on causes they believe in. And climate change isn't something that just disappears if you look away, activists are willing to die because that's unfortunately the point we're at, it's a legitimate poltical strategy. I remember a few years ago when Mercedes HQ got vandalized, that was still too much for people "oh yadadada it's disrespesctful" well what the fuck is good enough then? And the grafitti got erased in the span of three days and everyone forgot about it like it's all truly mind boggling to me. Like the very same people who moan about the value of a human life are the exact same ones who said grafitti on Merc HQ won't do anything. Like they're so close and yet can't connect the few remaining dots that a death on track due to a protest WOULD shake up the general public and maybe could be a catalyst for something to finally happen. Like in general the activists' goal is for f1 to stop happening completely, not like. Better fuel and and and better flight plan and yadadadadada, but the people who woobify these men don't want to think about that. And those same men don't gaf! They're set, they'll be fine, it doesn't matter to them, it's gonna affect the rest of us. Like. Yes death is a Bad Thing obviously but when you drive people into a corner that is the strategy they're gonna resort to, which is precisely what is happening. Or it's gonna happen in like two months (the biggest protests are usually in Silverstone) and you're gonna see these exact same takes regurgitated over and over again about how climate change is bad and death is also bad and those are two takes that should coexist, meanwhile one party is throwing themselves in front of moving vehicles in desperation and the other party is driving said vehicles.

But yeah I agree with everything you said in your post and I hope this was readable I'm really not good at getting my point across anyway have a lovely day 🫶

[skalidris]

notes from the publication of the letters of the king friedrich wilhelm i on the court proceedings against his son friedrich ii from the prussian state archives

in the introduction, gerhard zimmermann says that apparently these were nearly destroyed - when the allied troops were bombing places, they tried to rescue them, and originally meant to bring them to a place in an old salt mine in schönebeck, but they couldn't reach that place anymore. so along with other important documents they brought them back to berlin and kept them in the secret state archive, of which everything burned down, except the magazine wing these were kept in. he says the fire raged for three days. wack.

there's a note on the letter the king received when the court first didn't give katte the death sentence that's so bizarre linguistically idk how to translate it. i've never seen the word 'flederwisch' in my life. but he's very clear he'd like them to rethink this judgement. also he's calling the court 'krichgericht.' the way i would write that word is kriegsgericht (=martial court). pre-orthographic standardization german is good actually

aw the last letter from that whole trial debacle friedrich wrote to his dad he said 'i'd like nothing more than to erase the miserable past year from my life' (he's polite and claims it's bc he upset his father, but his dad was an abusive ass, whose answer was 'and you'd better not forget it. should you mean it for once then i hope you'll do better next time and be a good son and good christian and then ill be merciful with you again' (paraphrasing. i do Not like this guy.)

ok so this is a bunch of supportive letters to the king from.. other royals? the kaiser of austria's, karl, basically says 'I am certain that there were very tragic and significant circumstances that caused my dear honoured man to proceed with such harshness against your crown prince, but i can only entreat you, since it's a matter so close to your heart and because of the strength of our deep and enduring friendship, to please go a little easier. only because i find this whole thing a little sad!!! but surely, the crown prince will be less likely run away again if you prove that you're not that cruel..."

he kind of gets it ngl.

also ftr this is treated as a trial against the crown prince and also katte primarily and all the other people who were involved only secondarily. they barely come up.

anna of russia thinks the crown prince was probably just misguided due to keeping morally defunct company. it's just a phase, your highness.

it must be difficult to be a royal. they all sound very nervous, this must have been a huge deal politically.

mr friedrich wilhelm (the king), you really write in such an incomprehensible manner! i think in the margins of the letter from august of poland he said that he'd really like to kill a hundred thousand of von katte were god willing? and that he'd like all the english to know that he'd never let any regents work at his side (?) and that he'd also like only to cut off their heads? what is he talking about

friedrich (crown prince) your writing is so much better and you sound so much less like a horrible person. you do not sound happy though. sorry about all of this. he says he'll spend the rest of his life making up for his mistakes to his father and his country :/ (this is in a letter to thank the kaiser of austria for speaking up for him. later, as king, friedrich fought against the then-kaiser of austria, or i guess maria-theresa. uhm. a lot. militarily. so that's fun.)

oh my god there's a tiny little insert of anna's letter. like, a facsimile copy. in russian. i can't read that but it looks pretty.

the closing comments call friedrich ii a genius :)

they also say his dad saw in his uhm. 'differently inclined' son a threat to the country. it's a tricky phrase. idk if i got the right nuance. anyway, this made him very cruel, which sucked for basically the whole court.

this guy isn't into rpf clearly but instead wants to #believe friedrich & friedrich wilhelm reconciled bc family is family. lmao.

the stuff abt england is bc friedrich thought of marrying a princess from there (as another way of escaping from his father). only when that didn't happen did he plan to run away. the bad influences anna mentions were probably the english.

[veale2006-blog]

Your Sword Against The Dragon Wednesday, December 7, 2022 The Dragon Slayers In the beginning, God said, let there be light (GOD WAS THE LIGHT) and there was life. All that came into existence, everything we know comes by the Word. A dragon, the enemy, wants to erase the Word of life by erasing the Word of God. In the garden, he made them doubt God. It's a war with the word of the dragon against the Word of God. The dragon speaks words of destruction to tear down and destroy. Sometimes we can hear it, other times it's whispered in our minds, thoughts, or something conveyed in life. We're to not only have nothing to do with the dragon's mouth, but we have to oppose the words of the dragon with the Word of God. Fight the good fight of faith. When you have that thought of gloom, despair, or temptation, take out the Word of God and fight that sin. Because, unlike legends where the dragons are slain by swords of steel, we fight the dragon with the Word of God, the sword of the Spirit. By that you'll overcome and you'll shut the dragon's mouth.

Today's Mission Fight the good fight today.rnAnswer every attack the enemy, everyrnthing; by standingrnproclaiming the Word of God.

Revelation 12:11 11 And they overcame him by the blood of the Lamb, and by the word of their testimony; and they loved not their lives unto the death. War broke out in Heaven. Michael and his Angels fought the Dragon. The Dragon and his Angels fought back, but were no match for Michael. They were cleared out of Heaven, not a sign of them left. The great Dragon—ancient Serpent, the one called Devil and Satan, the one who led the whole earth astray—thrown out, and all his Angels thrown out with him, thrown down to earth. Then I heard a strong voice out of Heaven saying, Salvation and power are established! Kingdom of our God, authority of his Messiah! The Accuser of our brothers and sisters thrown out, who accused them day and night before God. They defeated him through the blood of the Lamb and the bold word of their witness. They weren’t in love with themselves;they were willing to die for Christ. So rejoice, O Heavens, and all who live there, but doom to earth and sea, For the Devil’s come down on you with both feet; he’s had a great fall; He’s wild and raging with anger; he hasn’t much time and he knows it.

HAVE A BLESSED DAY AND WEEKEND

[everafterkeiji]

Hi can i request a hcs for itadori,megumi and gojo react to their s/o death?.

Please Feel free to ignore this request if its triggering or u don't feel like writing it! Thank you<3

i love angst requests so it's really okay with me! thank you so much for requesting (ngl i did cry thinking abt yuji) and i hope u have a lovely day even if this was incredibly sad

𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐎 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇

PAIRINGS: JJK BOYS x gn!reader

CHARACTERS: Itadori Yuji, Megumi Fushiguro, & Gojo Satoru

WORD COUNT: 2.7K

WARNINGS: heavy angst, character death, mentions of blood and panic attacks, as well wounds and bruises. mentions of Shibuya arc/implied location in Shibuya during that arc.

⟡ 𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐈 eyes dared to erase the sight ahead of him, his body was frozen—every sense began to fail for its purpose and nothing else was responsive except for the shout of your name that echoes through the battle field, the level of immensity to his voice that covers his throat with pain as every pace towards you was a step leading to a waste of a second that terrifies him the more his being tugged away by his own fears.

Dropping to his knees, he was numb to the sensation of the ache overwhelming his legs while he craddles you in his arms as every part of him shook with uncertainty, his hands didn't have the courage to hold you with as much as strength as he should've.

"..Y/N?" He whispers, a croak to his voice as if it was barely alive with droplets created from his sorrow began to trail down your cheek whilst your blood paints his hand in a hue he never expected to come from you. His mind was in the midst of being empty to a havoc that wanted to deny every rage in his system so he could love you even if he could tell how your chest wasn't rising the way it was supposed to do.

"Love?" Yuji calls out one more time as your eyes flutter subtly, signalling him not even an assurance for your state. His hand falls to your cheek, not caring if he couldn't hold you weakly because what matters more is that you held onto him. He painfully leans his forehead on yours, a loud sob escaping him with a struggle to catch up with his breath.

"Don't let me go, don't ever leave me, I beg of you, God!" He shouts as the gods grow concerned of the boy whose heart was wrecked to every piece as the sky began to cry with him. "Save them— God— Please! Stop taking everyone that I love and let me come with them." He begs, as he pulls you more as if the distance could've helped him better because even when you were close to him, he knew you were already at the farthest place that he couldn't reach. All that could be heard from him were screams where he forfeited ever begging for your life when everyone around seems to follow in your path.

"I'm so sorry, my love." Itadori confesses, arms tight around your figure as every beat of his heart began to die with you when all the seconds that he seemed to waste without you by his side began to haunt him. If he had gotten there sooner, maybe then he could've reminded you one more time that you were the energy—the surviving light in his life for him to exist without being told of his faith.

"I love you—so much so please remember that even when you're away." He couldn't even explain how his words manage to fall in such a manner, he could've sworn a second ago he only wanted to let time freeze so he could deny the view of your lifeless body that he miserably failed to save from the hands of death.

"I promise you, in the end, I'll be with you soon, Y/N." Itadori places a delicate kiss to your forehead, having no courage to leave the contact of your skin to his as his eyes went with the rain that poured over the two of you. He intertwines one of his hands with yours, shivering at the temperature he faces but with the other hand, he rests it on his cheek. Maybe if you looked at him now, you'd want him to smile because if you were the source of his reason to exist, Yuji's smile was the one to let your hearts worries disappear but sadly, the source has been removed from him and nothing else in the world could ever bring the joy in his smile no more.

"All I've ever wanted to do was to love you, so I hope you're willing to wait because when I see you.. I'm gonna embrace you with everything I've got," He then kisses the hand intertwined to his before he achingly pull his hand away and the regret closing on him but he had no other choice.

"And love you again and again, Y/N. Always and.. forever—like what we promised." Yuji, as torturous it was to let you go, he sets your hand that was on his cheek to your chest just like he did with the other before he ends his goodbye with a lasting kiss to your cheek.

"Stop crying, Yuji! C'mon smile for me, will you? I didn't come here to see you all gloomy."

And with the remaining memories left for him, it began to be the weak strings for his heart to compose itself because if he knows one thing that you hated, it was the sight of him crying.

So he smiles, the everlasting wish of yours being granted even if his body was corrupting as the love of his life enters a new realm where forever was possible for the both of you.

"We'll meet again, my love."

As he stood up, he hesitates to turn his back on you but once he does, the sun never looked the same to him ever again.

⟡ 𝐌𝐄𝐆𝐔𝐌𝐈 encounters a feeling that he's been through before—a course of emotions that has his body in a tight hold but now, it seems the hold on him was deadlier than the first time. Your name had left his lips, draining him of his exhaustion to run to you before you could fall, every fiber in his body was holding on to his fear. He didn't need to feel the ache in his legs that were covered in wounds because his mission was for you to perfectly land in his arms even if he had to risk getting more injuries.

His heart began to pace in frantic pace when he catches you, there wasn't a split second of joy that entered him just because he made it in time. Instead, his eyes widen in trauma at the sight of your dull eyes that looked above to the heavens sky.

"Hey—hey!" He shouts, trembling hands feeling every bit of your skin and ends with it down to your cheek. "Talk to me—anything, please!" Megumi pleads as a drop of your blood that came from your forehead started to flow onto his skin. He gulps with his breathing unable to coordinate with him as his head frenetically looks up, any sign of help could've been the better reach but they were just in the mere corner of a building in Shibuya.

"Y/N? Please say something." He whispers, furiously wiping his tears while he despises the warmth of your blood that paints his hands. "C'mon please, let me hear your voice one last time." He sobs on your shoulder, embracing you with every corrupting piece of his heart, looking for a beat from your rather cold ones. His hands go to your hair, caressing it so lightly that he felt it resembled glass from how careful he was. Your head was buried in his neck, eyes barely awake for him to ever find that heartbeat.

"I love you, did you hear me?" Megumi says, gulping in the grief. "Say it back to me like you always did, please?" He doesn't know that begging would've been his lasting choice—maybe someone up above would take some time to listen to his pleads and eventually bring the life to his lovers body once again for you to say you love him back a thousand times more.

"Hug me one more time, will you? You told me you loved to do that." He desperately wishes your arms could just return to the place he loved, wrapped around his neck as his hands were to be on your waist or to your cheek with a smile to your lips. Unfortunately, your arms were covered in their own bruises—latched with dark purple hues and tints of red from the debris of buildings and cursed spirits.

"We have to go, Megumi!" One of the sorcerers shout, he didn't even have the time to decipher who it belonged to but he sniffles, reaching for his phone typing a quick message to the others to be able to take you out of this place with somewhere more deserving of a beauty that has passed.

"I'm not going to say goodbye because I know you'll always be with me, right Y/N?" He takes your hands, placing it on your chest on top of each other as his tear lands on your temple. He softly wipes it away before he kisses your forehead, closing his eyes shut at his misery.

"I wish I could've saved you. I really wish I did." He sobs, forehead in tact with yours but he seems to receive a sensation to his body at the wind that came his way.

"You've saved me the minute you met me, my love." You wish you could've whispered to him but he took it as the wind was the only embrace he'll ever get now.

"And you saved me too." Panda walks in to this horrid scene as he feels the sympathy rush to him. Megumi looks up at him with the liveliness dying along with you as your lover delicately holds your cheek one last time before kissing you on your temple muttering one more time,

"I love you always."

Standing up was the second hardest thing he had to do because turning his back to you came at first as his knees threatened to fall but alas, he has to do continue on because that's what you would've wanted right?

"I love you, Megumi. I'll be here waiting for you."

And the upcoming battles for him to face were laced with rage and the never ending bitterness that love seemed to haunt him with.

⟡ 𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎's phone rang as while he stops to stare at the caller. It was odd for him to receive a phone call from Megumi at this hour but he supposed it was probably for some guidance since they were sent to a mission. Being aware of their location, he didn't hesitate to transport as fast as he could to get there but there's this calling to him how it wasn't bound to be what he expected.

Panting heavily, Megumi ran with life on the line as he carried you in his arms without the ability to pace your breathing the same as his.

"GOJO-SENSEI!" He shouts with every power in his lungs the second Gojo had appeared, who stood stunned at the boy who was approaching him with a familiar figure.

"Y/N?" Satoru says, uncertain of what he just saw but when Megumi reached him, out of his breath as Nobara and Itadori followed behind him. His student places you in your lovers arm as he kneels down with a hand to your chest, alarmed at how your heartbeat was nowhere near notice. Fushiguro could see the worry in the mans eyes as he bites his lip in sympathy before telling the two to spare a moment for the so called strongest sorcerer who was now on his knees for only one person.

"We saw them being followed by a cursed spirit but they led Y/N to a trap." Megumi briefly explains as Gojo could only spare him a nod as your eyes would flutter once a while as the three students let them be.

"I warned you, didn't I?" He says, a low whisper as your hand weakly reach for his blindfold while Gojo's own rhythm of a heartbeat began to ache. Once he felt how you raised it with a cough of blood spoiling his uniform as his expression grow more frantic with every second.

"Hey there, pretty. You mind staying with me for a little longer?" He asked as if your ears were as attentive as it were before when his eyes stared back at your dazed ones. You didn't respond which was troubling him, what more was that your hand immediately dropped to your chest when he finally looked at you. A shakey sigh leaves Gojo while he rose, ready to fly you anywhere as long as you promised to stay.

"A little more please, can you do that for me?" He begs of you but instead, your head fell unconsciously in his arms with the threat of your eyes to close before he could ever look at you again, not too mention the flow of blood that came from your stomach that didn't seem to stop. He hasn't had the confidence to look at your body before because the fear on Megumi's face made him certain of how the damage had been rough on you. Up this close, he can see two massive wounds to your lower body as well as scratches on your forearms with some bruises on your wrist, hinting how their grasp on you was too strong compared to someone who was powerless.

The hue of his eyes appear to be less saturated than before and for the first time in the life of the honored sorcerer, his heart was irreparable and no amount of technique can reverse the way love his love for you had been the fault for your end.

Unknown to his own senses, his tears fall to your cheek as he pulls you closer like an embrace that didn't bring him his usual amount of comfort.

"Satoru, stop messing around!" You said as he spun you around, tight arms around his neck as he flew in the air, not bothering to listen to your protests of putting you down.

"I won't let you go, how could I ever do that to you?" He assures you, with his own arms tied to your waist with a bright smile on his face.

"And if I fall?" You asked him, glancing at the heights below you but Gojo only tucks a piece of hair behind your ear as you looked at him with the sun in your eyes since two lovers were up in the sky to reach for the clouds.

"I'll be there to save you."

But where was he when you fell from the skyscrapers?

"You hate me, I'm sure." He says biting his lip in agony as he buries his head to your chest, silent sobs and unsteady breaths coming from the sorcerer.

"I love you so much." Satoru breathlessly said. The head that was once on your chest began to move away when he heard nothing more than the silence that came from your heart. They were out to get you, how stupid was he to let you out of his sight just for a second? Maybe then he could've danced with you one more time, up in the sky for the two of you to conquer the heights of being in love.

"I'm so sorry, darling." He then kisses the side of your lip as his feet met in contact with the floor as the rest of the Jujutsu tech as Shoko lets out a saddened sigh.

"Wait for me okay? I'm not done loving you yet." He whispers to you one last time while he hands you over to Shoko as Megumi spares him a glance to notice how wretched his mentor looked.

"I have some things to do." Gojo announces, withstanding the grief to plot revenge to the ones who took you away from him as the rest didn't bother to object knowing there was no possible way to stop a man who had lost the love of his life in revenging your death. He disappears in a split second as the rest of the students didn't notice the tears that kept flowing from the person they look up to.

How can he be the strongest when he failed to protect his only weakness?

Until then, Gojo Satoru could only look at the sky to remember you since his infinity that he swore was to be spent with you died in his arms along with his lover.

[rare-yanderes]

I came across your Arishem content the other day and was meaning to say, firstly, your depiction of Yan!Arishem is terrifyingly good. Secondly, how would Arishem react to a reader who on the slim to none chance did escape? Like they managed to planet hop just enough with Eros’ help to get away.

A/N: I’m glad you like my portrayal of Arishem!

On the slimmest chance reader does not return to Earth (on the first time, that is,) they’ll live in constant fear for the rest of their life. Arishem will experience a growing sense of longing and a dooming sense of loneliness that begins to unravel him. He remains eerily (and deadly) calm in his ruthless endeavor to find and recapture you again, but the other celestials and Eternals will sense his imbalance.

Arishem does not feel panic, but he does feel an even more intense desire to have your company again which begins to show through his actions. Each planet he teleports to will be throughly searched, memories scourged so that he can mark off returning to the planet if you’re not there or to trace your presence and reveal what location you went to next. He may even employ Eson the Searcher and Gammenon the Gatherer to assist him in his endeavor. Then, he will communicate to the prime Eternal of each planet to notify him if they see you. So, not only do you have one celestial now chasing you, but three. And thousands of Eternals on the lookout. Nice.

You may have escaped but staying escaped is literally never going to continue unless you have the infinity gauntlet, a companion strong enough, or another celestial, (maybe Tiamut?) to keep your whereabouts hidden. (Oh, and word of advice for seeking out Tiamut’s help, do not let him sweet talk you into hiding in that hole that goes deep within the Earth where he is laying. You’ll find it rather hard to ever come back out.)

If you never ever return to Earth, You will likely become a nomad, hopping from planet to planet forever while fearfully wondering what day will finally be the one Arishem’s metal bonds drag you into the sky again. You won his game fair and square. There will be no physical punishment for you. However, to keep you close, you will spend a significant amount of time as a satellite of Arishem’s, trapped by his gravitational pull and staying within nearby orbit if you’re not pinned against him already.

Unfortunately, Eros is going to be destroyed once Arishem realizes his rebellion in this. He was already defective and rebellious of his original purpose so Arishem sees no reason to let him live. Anyone else who helps you meets the same fate eventually after Arishem slowly loses more and more time without you by his side. Arishem will never lose sight of his original goal of universal rebirth, but he will indeed become far more willing to bend the rules if it means finding you.

Eventually, as a last resort, Arishem will likely hold a planet hostage (especially a planet deemed unworthy,) or various people to scare you into returning. Unless you want billions of deaths on your conscious, you’d do well to listen.

Seeing how afraid you are for other people, Arishem discovers a new form of control and will use it to his advantage. If he manages to recapture you, your memories will not be deleted. Arishem will realize he can enjoy your presence in full, without your disorientation. You will have every memory returned to you. The ones where he stole you from your planet. The one where you panicked and pleaded not to have your memories erased for the god knows what time. The one where you shakily asked if and when he would return you. All of them. That may just be your punishment, remembering every horrible event and how oblivious you remained for millennia.

Eventually, Arishem will even drag you along with him on his various escalades to planets, forcing you to watch as he destroys them or culls deviants or whatever else. Maybe if you see how little everything else is compared to him, you’ll give up thinking any of it is worth it down there.