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lawrencesbunnxiii · 1 month

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𝙇𝘼𝙒𝙍𝙀𝙉𝘾𝙀 𝙊𝙇𝙀𝘼𝙉𝘿𝙀𝙍—"𝙈𝙔 𝙋𝙍𝙀𝘾𝙄𝙊𝙐𝙎"

A/n: Got an idea for co-worker Lawrence oleander lol<3

"𝙏𝙝𝙖𝙩'𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙩𝙧𝙪𝙚❟ 𝙞 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙠𝙚𝙚𝙥 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚❟ 𝙄 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙙𝙤 𝙖𝙣𝙮𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙤 𝙮𝙤𝙪"

tw: Murder, Kidnapping, Stalking, slightly too detailed descriptions with blood and injury!!!

₊˚⊹ ♡ ʚ🔪ɞ ♡ ⊹˚

Saturday, November 2nd, 9:00 Pm...

Saturday night, the start of a weekend, and a time to relax, right? No worries for the rest of the day, possible partying, and just a day to be by yourself or whoever, doing whatever.

the rain outside dripped down on the windows with soft patters, the soft hum of a tv show on the tv in the back, the silence linguring in the air, it wasn't something that bothered you. Atleast, not now. You sat on the couch comfortable, the week was tiring and a relaxing day was deserved after that madness.

this week was restless, constant bossy commands from your boss, running around the shop helping out and puting items back on shelf's, all that madness. Customers weren't better, this week even a random lady got angry at you and your coworker "for not doing your job right". What a pain in the ass.

the really only tolerable person there was your coworker, Lawrence Oleander. it didn't seem like he talked to you much, but he seemed to talk to you more than anyone else you seen him talk to. You've learned somethings about him, about his hobby with plants, and gardening, his black tattoo on both arms, his slightly nervous and introverted personalitly and how easily it can change to annoyed and pissed off.

Despite everything, he still made work easier and tolerable for you, since he was actually the only person who actually to seem to be doing his job. You wish you got to know him better outside of work but, you weren't sure if he even wanted to talk to you, and if he was talking to you because he had no one to talk to? you never figured that out.

Ofcourse, since the week tired you out, you eventually drifted off to sleep, the soft rain and rumble of thunder put you to sleep almost in a instant, but you were glad it did, you weren't sure if you'll dose off to sleep anytime with the many thoughts filling your mind, about everything.

₊˚⊹ ♡ ʚ🔪ɞ ♡ ⊹˚

Monday, November 4th, 10:02 PM.

You sighed as you took off your dirt and water scattered dark green apron. the convience store you and Lawrence both worked at had a gardening center, and since the two of you shared the shift where you'd be the closing shift aswell, it was automatically that boss wanted you two to water plants.

It's already 10:02, meaning it'd be closing time soon, Lawrence was helping a woman find a last minute item to purchase, a smile crawled up your lips at the sight, as you went to put some stuff in stock quickly. Lawrence went ahead and helped the lady, before going to you to help with materials to put in stock.

"Need some help?" he asked softly, his voice was oddly soothing and soft, that's what lots of people liked about him. You smiled a tad bit more brighter and warmer at his offer, a slight blush creeping up on his cheeks as you did, "yeah, it might go faster for us both to put all this in stock before closing up." he nodded, and went ahead to grab materials to put in stock.

Eventually, it was closing shift, Lawrence had already punched out, he walked towards you dressed in his normal clothes without his apron. "could you lock up?" he asked, "sorry, I just....have somewhere to be," he apologized, looking away gazing at the ground. You nodded, "sure, thats fine." you responded, "thanks," he smiled softly before exiting to the parking lot.

Punching out and locking up wasn't anything new of course since there have been times you've done it yourself, by yourself. But what was new was that odd vibe someone was watching you, you never felt like that at the workplace at all. But you brushed it off,

"it's nothing, I'm fine, it's just dark out and I'm alone I'm just paranoid." You thought, trying to soothe your nerves. Shaking it off, from the side of your eye, you swore you saw something but it was your imagination only...right? Maybe you need more sleep this week than you thought was enough last week...

pt2 ??

#lawrence oleander #boyfriend to death #btd lawrence #boyfriend to death lawrence #btd2 #part one #coworkers to lovers #friends to lovers #tw kidnapping #tw stalking #tw blood #tw murder #tw gross kinda #tw violence #tw horror #fanfic #lawrence oleander x reader #btd 2 fresh Blood

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jo-harrington · 1 day

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Gratia. (An As Above, So Below Story)

Gratia. Charitas. Solamen. Grace. Charity. Peace. The oath of the Knights of the Holy Order.

Summary: You and Eddie-- separated by time and endless suffering--don't realize how many strings keep you connected on the web of fate. What players are there trying to cut those strings? And when will you both find out that they are unbreakable?

Word Count: 2.1k

Pairing: Eddie Munson/Fem!OC (The Knight - Written in 2nd Person POV - You/Your - No Use of Names of Physical Descriptors)

Warnings/Themes: Soulmates, Kas!Eddie, Angst, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Grief, Minor Character Deaths, Manipulation, Transformation, Corruption, Supernatural Encounters, Religious Elements, Criticism of Religion, Biblical and Other Literary and Pop Culture References

Note: So...originally this was going to be one long thing. A tale about the Knight and Eddie and their unbreakable bond. And I wavered about how relevant it would be to the larger story. How relevant are any of these blurbs to the larger story? But if there's anything I've learned writing AASB, it's that I'm really writing the whole thing for myself. And after finding myself in an odd state of grief that kind of just keeps getting worse over the weekend, I know that this little fic...and the two that follow...really are only going to just be for me to help me get through it, so I need to be true to myself and write them anyway. **So if you do read this, please know it can be read in tandem with As Above, So Below. And you should have at least read the Prequels, with maybe some bonus points for Genesis. Iif you've read the Hymns, this is set before Nachzehrer.**

You can find my masterlist here.

Please do not interact if you are not 18+.

“God is a comedian playing to an audience that is too afraid to laugh.” ― Voltaire

November 10, 1986

"I'm sorry for your loss."

"Thank you."

"She's not suffering anymore. Tranquilla."

"Thank you, I know. She's been sick for a long time. She's at rest now."

"Mom brought mostaccioli. And chicken cutlets. She's setting it up in the other room then she'll be over. You should get some, you need to eat."

"I'll be alright, thank you for coming."

Today was the final day that you would spend with your Nonna.

Well, a more accurate description was that they let you have it.

Let you.

Let you have one day to sit on that stiff funeral home sofa. To stare at her, unrecognizably still in her casket, as friends and neighbors swarmed to offer their condolences. To mourn with you.

But somehow also separately from you.

And tomorrow, after she was behind a cold slab of marble, you'd be off again. Creeping closer to your own death until one day you might be placed in a plot adjacent to her.

Together.

But not really.

If there was anything left of you.

It wouldn't do to think of that today though.

Today, you would sit here. Enjoy your break and bask in the remnants of her soul that still lingered in and around her body.

It brought you some comfort to feel it move the way she did.

It danced like she danced around the kitchen, the boundaries of it crinkling like the wrinkles at the corners of her eyes and mouth. A phantasmic remnant of her lovingly worried gaze was on you every now and again, creating the urge to say "I'm ok Nonnie." To lie to her, like you always did. And whenever one of her friends knelt their own aging bodies to pray at her side, you could practically see the softness of her cushion their jagged edges, comforting them.

You didn’t dare go up yourself though.

Not yet.

Not unless you wanted the Funeral Director to haul you out of the casket because somewhere deep down you just wanted to crawl into it with her and scream,

“Take me with you. Don’t leave me like I left you.”

Because you were not ok.

You closed your eyes as a phantom hand touched your shoulder, as it attempted to soothe the pain deep inside you but only managed to stir up another kind of pain. Another kind of mourning.

If only he was really there, you could ask him to take you with him too. Take you away from here to wherever he and Nonna would wait for you.

An impossible request.

The weight of the sofa shifted beside you and you opened your eyes. You expected to find Fortunata or Antoinette—two of Nonna’s closest friends who could claim a spot beside you if they truly wanted—but instead you found Gabriel’s stiff inhuman posture and expressionless face staring ahead of him at the casket.

“You could have helped her,” you said instead of a greeting. What good would a greeting do? “Healed her.”

You briefly wondered if you'd imagined the corner of his mouth quirking before he spoke.

“And if I told you I had? If I spared her a worse fate? Lessened her pain? Lessened yours?”

“I wouldn’t believe you.”

“Then I won’t tell you.”

You turned back to watch the casket with an unsatisfied hum.

Time passed and you sat silently together as you fought to keep your emotions in check with Gabriel's presence. You weren't nervous, per se; more annoyed. Angry, even. Questioning why he was here on this day out of all days.

All your life, you explained away his presence as a guardian. Unseen and unknown to everyone but you. He used to protect you or so you could recall, but as you got older that seemed to stop.

And he was more of a harbinger of doom than a deterrent of it.

Well, not doom.

Fate.

Or God's will or some shit like that. You didn't know anymore. Didn't care. You only cared about getting to the finish line. Freeing your soul of this curse. Getting your prize.

Heaven. Home. Peace with the ones you loved.

With Nonna.

With Eddie.

So if Gabriel was here, it meant something was about to happen. Something unsavory. Something...

You blinked and he disappeared from your peripheral vision suddenly, and just beyond the space he had previously occupied, stood a man in a black cassock.

Jinette approached you but you didn't give him the satisfaction of your attention until he said your name and offered his condolences.

"May I sit?" he gestured beside you.

"Seat's taken," you responded coldly.

"Ah, your mother, yes," he nodded in realization, and you watched him pull a chair up from one of the rows behind you.

You wouldn't be the one to tell him that your mother hadn't shown her face since you arrived back in Chicago late last night. She had done her duty, arranged the funeral and called you home. Beyond that her obligation was almost over; she could be free.

There had been a brief moment between the two of you when you let yourself into Nonna's flat and found her at the table surrounded by paperwork and old pictures, and you thought for the briefest second that this might be a turning point. That she might exhume whatever love she used to have for you, buried so deep in her heart, so you wouldn't have to mourn alone.

Instead she said she was sorry, then kissed your cheek and left.

And really you only had yourself to blame at the disappointment that punctuated the interaction. How could you have expected anything more than that when the bar was already set so low?

"California is a long way to come just for funeral rites," you said once Jinette was settled.

"I'm afraid that's not what I'm here for."

"Then to attend a funeral of a very devout woman," you amended.

"I'm not here for that either." You would give it to him, the remorse plastered on his features almost looked sincere. "Unfortunately, there is a very dire situation and the Order is in need of your experti--"

"No," you cut him off swiftly. "Tomorrow. You can ask me to go tomorrow. Not today."

The usual coldness of his gaze returned and he addressed you stiffly.

"You cannot refuse. Must not. This is your duty."

You turned to him, hand shooting from your lap of its own volition to grab his robe and pull him close enough that your noses practically touched.

The funeral goers around you began to murmur--your Nonna's friends whispering in fear and shame, saying a prayer to spare them of whatever wrath would befall you for defying and possibly harming his eminence--but you ignored them.

You knew you might pay for it later, but for now your rage was warranted.

"Don't lecture me about duty," you hissed at Jinette. "My entire life has been about duty. Her life too. If you want me to go? You'll beg me. Not guilt me. But I promise that the answer will still be no."

Something wicked flickered inside of you, and you wondered if you could smite Jinette. Just a little bit. If you could channel the deep-rooted grudge against your plight and let him feel the consequences that waited to befall someone who had nurtured it.

Then you felt a slight disturbance in the room.

The calm of Nonna's soul was shaken from its bliss, and you could practically hear the sharp, punishing clicks of her tongue as you fisted Jinette's robe tighter and tighter. The flame of the candles beside her casket flickered, the leaves on the flower arrangements that filled the room began to wilt, and the whispers around you got louder until they roared in your ears.

Your eyes burned with unshed tears as the feeling of Nonna's disappointment surrounded you--filled you--and you fought it for as long as you could.

But if anyone here was going to reprimand you in this room, in this world, it would be her.

You let Jinette go and fell back into the couch with your arms crossed tightly over your chest. He heaved several heavy breaths and patted his chest pathetically.

"Tomorrow," you told him as Nonna's soul and the murmurs of the people around you settled back down into a serene silence.

The tears finally fell after he left, and you closed your eyes as Eddie's ghostly touch softly wiped them away.

"Tomorrow..."

November 6, 1983

Twang.

He enjoyed it.

Twang.

Enjoyed plucking the guitar strings and letting the reverberation travel along his fingertips and into the very core of him.

Twang.

Deep down in that dark pit where you seemed to hide, every note was like a starburst of brightness and good feelings. Things so foreign and forgotten to him now, yet still so integral to Eddie Munson.

He wasn't Eddie anymore though.

So he resented the fact that he enjoyed it so much.

"Play something," you would whisper in those hidden depths, like a devil on his shoulder, and he constantly fought the temptation to follow that urge. "Play me a song, I know you know how."

He never gave in though.

Could never give in.

It was bad enough that he hid you from Henry, that he even listened to you at all. But feeling something--doing something--was better than feeling nothing in the boring, timeless eternal void of the Upside Down. So he would allow himself these brief visits to the trailer, he would tolerate your soft words and the ever-present softness of the ghost that seemed to haunt him here, so he could pluck a few twangs of the guitar strings and bask in the sparks of euphoria they would bring.

And it was enough. It had to be enough.

Then, when he got bored or hungry or irritated by you, away he would go again.

"I would argue that me being annoying is the reason you still keep me around."

He hissed at you and pulled his hands away from the guitar spitefully.

Twang.

He watched as one of the strings seemed to pluck itself and debated whether he could reach out and take a swipe at you, but there was a sudden pain beneath his sternum. Odd, seeing as he barely felt pain in this body now. He clicked his claws together contemplatively, then hesitantly rubbed at it to soothe the ache, and as he did, he felt the echoes of your soft sigh somewhere deep inside him.

He faltered for a moment, unsure if he should feel some sort of satisfaction that he had comforted you, or resentment that he had fallen for it.

He hated you. Hated your presence there. Hated that you were somehow here when you left him to this fate. Hated that you made him weak again when Henry had remade him to be strong. Infallible.

You might very well be his downfall one day.

And still he couldn't fathom being without you again.

He growled deeply and, unexpectedly, the trailer shook around him, walls clattering, remnants of knick knacks falling.

For a moment, he watched it in awe. Believed that he was the cause of it. That the power Henry had helped him unlock had been activated with his spite.

Until everything started to shake.

The Upside Down became unsettled, the very ground beneath him shifting with some seismic agitation. Roiling and churning, changing.

There was a cacophony of restlessness through the collective consciousness as all of the creatures of the Upside Down felt the disturbance. As Henry felt the disturbance and questioned its origin, because it had not been of his design.

Almost immediately, he was singled out amongst the masses, ordered to his Master's side.

Who else could find the cause of this turmoil than Henry's right hand? His loyal servant? The Beast he created to strike on his behalf, to herald in the end?

Eddie didn't hesitate.

He left the trailer and took flight swiftly and dutifully, beating his wings powerfully to get to Henry as quickly as he could.

To get away from you as quickly as he could.

You and your comfortable constant presence in the respite of the trailer.

“Do not be afraid. Our fate cannot be taken from us; it is a gift.” ― Dante Alighieri, Inferno

#aasb #as above so below #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #Eddie Munson x oc #Eddie Munson fic #stranger things fic

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martinfreemanspotter · 6 months

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We briefly returned to yellow after not having done that for ages. It was a quiet month, but still interesting. (that leak!!)

October 2nd

The trailer for Miller's Girl got leaked. Lionsgate (the big studio behind the movie) did a good job in removing it from the web. If you're very keen to watch the trailer anyway, you can still probably find it somewhere. (I'll just go to my HDD.)

October 11th

Today it was announced that Martin will appear in an upcoming documentary about William Shakespeare, Shakespeare: Rise Of A Genius.

October 16th

Martin was finally spotted again in Liverpool, filming The Responder. ( x ) ( x )

October 18th

We got a short video with the Breeders crew! 🥳

October 19th

We got this lovely interview with Martin and Daisy, promoting the UK release of the 4th season of Breeders.

October 20th

We were blessed with this lovely Behind the Scenes video from the set of Breeders.

Also, the 4th season of Breeders finally arrived in the UK.

October 26th

Martin is presenting a new podcast about The Beatles to celebrate the band’s upcoming new track release.

October 27th

Double spotting today: Martin was seen once again in Liverpool, filming the 2nd season of The Responder and he has a short scene in the trailer for the upcoming documentary Shakespeare: Rise of A Genius.

October 30th

Martin was spotted filming in Liverpool. 🙂 (thx @colourfulwatson 😘)

I am curious what we'll get to see in November. Maybe the offcial release of the Miller's Girl trailer? Some more pics/ videos of Martin filming season 2 of The Responder. And Rachel is due for another update. ;)

#martin freeman spotter #martin freeman #martin monthly #breeders fx #breedersfx #paul worsley #daisy haggard #miller's girl #the responder #the responder 2 #chris carson #liverpool #Shakespeare: Rise of A Genius

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medics-secret-shipfic-folder · 11 months

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Classic Heavy, The Boss of BLU

Classic Heavy, The Boss of BLU - The intimidating and bad-tempered leader of Team Fortress Classic. Cheavy is feared throughout the mercenary world, regarded as one of the best mercenaries money can buy. First hired in the 1930's, Cheavy established himself as a hot-headed but strategic mind and one of the best team captains in the Gravel Wars.

Though Cheavy is the face of Team Fortress Classic and quickly whipped his new team into shape, earning TFC a terrifying reputation amongst mercenaries. While still bad-tempered, Cheavy was significantly more emotionally stable and reasonable in his younger years. It's been said that the man he was in the 1930's and the man he became in the 1970's are two very different people.

Hailing from an unknown city somewhere in the Northern United States, Cheavy grew up in a rough household. His father was a hyper-religious missionary and was often travelling abroad to 'convert' local populations in Africa and Asia. In reality, his father was just a violent egotist who cared more about the prestige and power that came from religious conversion. Cheavy was also the oldest of three siblings: a middle brother and a younger sister. He has an extremely poor relationship with his siblings and his father and cut off all ties with them once he reached adulthood. His mother was the only person he stayed in contact with for years. When he was 18, he ran away from home and joined an unknown mafia somewhere in Russia. It's said that this mafia is where he received most of his combat training, but he has so far remained silent on this matter ever since joining BLU.

Upon joining BLU, Cheavy developed a close friendship with Cmedic that eventually progressed into a romantic relationship based on mutual trust and respect. The two would remain nearly inseparable both on and off the battlefield. The two men embodied the age-old bond of Heavys and Medics, becoming unfailingly loyal to one another. Cheavy came to trust Cmedic more than himself and often confided in Cmedic regarding the stressors of his job. During his tenure, Cheavy found safety in Cmedic's arms that was otherwise nonexistent in the Gravel Wars. Cheavy and Cmedic would go on to make plans to settle down with one another once their contracts with BLU ended.

Unfortunately, this close bond would be shattered following a tragic incident on November 2nd, 1952. Sometime in the middle of the night, Cmedic would disappear without a trace. Sabotage was a likely answer as the base's cameras mysteriously shut down before Cmedic's disappearance could be captured. According to Blutarch Mann, Cmedic was kidnapped and murdered by the RED's, a claim that would lead to the slow degradation of Team Fortress Classic and the mental breakdown of Cheavy for the next 20 years. Cheavy himself would suffer the worst as a result of this news, quickly degrading into an angry, grieving wreck who was desperate for anyone to blame for Cmedic's disappearance. The RED's were a convenient scapegoat, so Blutarch took advantage of Cheavy's emotional state to turn him into a killing machine, further damaging Cheavy's mental health and turning him into the unstable and violent mercenary as seen in The Naked and the Dead.

During the events of Take Back The Fortress, Cheavy would miraculously be revived by unknown means. To this day, it is a complete mystery as to how or why Cheavy was revived and even Cheavy himself is unsure. While he does remember his fistfight with Heavy, he seems to have amnesia regarding anything that happened after inserting the Life Extender into his side. Medic's tests have showed nothing out of the ordinary in his biology, so his 'undeath' remains a mystery.

Cheavy would reunite with Cmedic during TBTF and would eventually be set on a path of reconciliation and recovery. Part of his journey includes mastery over his Fire Resonance Ark, an artifact that grants him limited Pyrokinesis. The Fire Ark requires Cheavy's emotions to properly work, but Cheavy's emotional state means the Fire Ark is dangerously unstable for him to use.

🌟| My DA | My AO3 |🌟

#team fortress 2 #tf2 #take back the fortress #tfc heavy #classic heavy #my art

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winterspiderpurrs · 9 months

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November was always a hard month for Bucky. With his gaps in memories because of Hydra of his life before, people often forget that with the help of Shuri and team, he was able to get his mind sorted. He might have to pause to recall some things, but he remembers more before Hydra captured him the 2nd time now.

Bucky doesn't talk about it. And Steve doesn't pressure him about it. He doesn't know much what happened with Bucky. The 1st round of him being captured by Hydra. He was in the camp for October and November before Steve was able to rescue him. But it kinda comes to a head one day.

The team was coming over for a dinner, for them to reconnect with each other doing their monthly check-in. Bucky was kinda excited to talk with Peter. It's been a while since he was in college when he wasn't patroling. They have a good friendship, they tease each other, and secretly Bucky is happy that he knows Peter doesn't have these preconceived perceptions of him, and he is strong enough to take in a fight, and that Peter isn't afraid of him or his metal arm. But Bucky wasn't expecting Peter to show up with glasses on a cover for him in college, and it caused him to have a flashback. The concerned look on Peter's face when Bucky goes pale.

Panicing Bucky leaves the room, and Steve finds Bucky dry heaving in their bathroom. Tears running down his face.

" I didn't... realized...how much they looked alike..."

" What are you talking about Buck?"

" When...during the war. When Hydra took us the 1st time. I try not to think about it. Before you rescued us... there were more people there. I... I was paired with this kid...god Stevie. He was close to your size. Before you beefed up. I don't know how they let him in. Had glasses, blind as bat without them...."

" ah. So seeing Peter with his glasses. Made the memory surface.."

" Yeah. He.. he couldn't handle the experiments...the labor when they weren't poking us with needles... he died two days before you arrived...I buried him best I could... "

I never... I never realized how much they looked alike. It's... It's not like I forgot him... but.. I pushed the memory so far back"

" I'm sorry Bucky..."

Bucky looks down before reaching to hold Steve's hand.

" We served together for a bit... and I.. we made plans... from when we would escape or get set free..after the war... he was from Upstate somewhere...had a home in the country. With fucking goats, he had a picture of favorite one he kept with him... to remind him of home... he didn't have any family left" he lets out a watery laugh.

Steve, in that moment, realizes what Bucky isn't saying. That Bucky was in love with this fella and made plans on being with him.

And the goats, no wonder when Bucky came out of cyro and he wanted to stay in Wakanda. To live on a small farm with the goats. To rest and be at peace what could have happened. If his partner hadn't of died and he went home with him. Instead of staying and helping Steve, he could of been at peace.

It explains the grief he saw on Bucky's face back when the group was cheering on Captain America. At the time, he thought it was just being overwhelmed with still fighting, of being freed, and now going to head back into the mess. But now... It's clear to Steve. It was survival guilt, of dreams and hope dashed that he got out while he had to leave a body behind. Someone he once saw a future with. There's no point in going home when you buried the closest thing.

" Oh Buck...."

#writing prompt #the winter soldier #bucky barnes #james bucky barnes #james buchanan barnes #winter solider #i mean you could make it stucky #stucky #wintershield #winterspiderpurrs

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berenicetheiv · 2 years

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HOW TO CALCULATE YOUR HOUSES' PERSONA CHARTS MANUALLY BECAUSE THERE'S NO WEBSITE FOR IT SO YOU HAVE TO DIY

Don't steal. Don't repost.

In astrology websites, the only houses you can make a persona chart for in a fast and easy way are, of course, the angular houses: 1st house/ascendant, 4th house/IC, 7th house/descendant and the 10th house/midheaven. But if you're as curious as me and want to know the persona chart of your 2nd, 3rd, 5th, 6th, 8th, 9th, 11th and 12th house then here's the tutorial. Mind you, it might be really tedious to some lmao. I'm gonna try my best to explain how but it might be confusing, I hope not. You just really need patience for this.

Ahh, shaking my arms, I really want to be able to explain this properly.

So first, let's discuss how persona charts are calculated in the first place. They're based on the degrees, minutes and seconds of the object itself. And then you look for the dates (AFTER YOUR BIRTHDAY) with those sun signs with the exact degree minute second of the planet/object you're looking into. Because when you look into a persona chart you'll see that that placement in the natal chart, they become the centerpoint or THE SUN, in their own persona chart.

For example you were born on March 8, 2002: you're a Pisces Sun with a Capricorn moon, you want to look into your Moon's Persona chart. Your Capricorn Moon is in 21° (degrees) 54' (minute) 10" (second) so you have to look somewhere in JANUARY 2003 (because the sun dates of Capricorn are from December 20 to January 22), look into a date in the first half of January 2003 when the Sun was in 21° Capricorn. And now, when you find it, you have to search for the exact minute and second as well.

(You can't use JANUARY 2002 because you weren't born yet DUH. When calculating persona charts, you don't use dates before the day you were born because well, common sense.)

How do you do this anyway? I used astro.com. This is the example natal/birth chart and natal moon:

So now we're going to calculate the moon persona chart ourselves, MANUALLY, WITHOUT using the persona chart function available in astro.com because you're gonna be doing this for the HOUSES which are NOT on the list of objects you can make a persona chart for.

It's all about estimating. That's what you'll keep on doing using this method so if you're not patient then don't. So now I'm estimating that the Sun was in Capricorn in 21° somewhere around January 15 and 20. I could be wrong but it's all about trial and error until you find it.

So yeah you do this:

See the degrees I highlighted with a red box?

IGNORE THAT! Don't rely on that because that is the degrees and minutes for THE ASCENDANT and NOT THE SUN. Remember that persona charts are calculated based on the SUN.

Anyways, now I click continue. And boom: I'm wrong lmfao.

Too much. That's too much. That's 24° and not 21°.

I change the date to January 12 and time to 8 am. Still wrong:

Yeah, it's 21° AND 54 minutes BUT the second is 9 and not 10 and you have TO BE EXACT. So now we're gonna start doing this: We're gonna start including the minutes and seconds in the birth data entry:

(see that? the red box. 00 is the minute and 03 is the seconds.)

I click continue:

It's still 9 seconds.

I change 00:03 to 00:04 and click continue:

And finally! Perfect!

See? You have to start including the minutes AND the seconds in the birth data entry after you find the degree because you HAVE TO BE EXACT AS HELL. You have to be exact! The EXACT TIME down to the second that the sun turned to that exact degree minute AND second in that sign!

Now we have the moon persona chart calculated manually:

(Another short example: Say you're still a pisces sun born sometime in late February 2002 with a scorpio moon in 27°. Your moon persona chart will be based somewhere in the first half of November 2002 (Not November 2001 or November 2003). I included this example because I don't want to confuse anyone because some people might think they have to base their persona charts in the next year. No, it's not like that.)

Now you have to start doing what I taught you when you want to calculate persona charts for the houses that are NOT the 1st house, 4th house, 7th house and 10th house.

The degree minutes seconds of each of the houses can be found in the Additional Tables pdf file for the chart.

That is all. Thank you for reading. I really hope you guys understand this. I'm not that good at explaining how tos but I tried my best.

#astrology #astrology houses #persona charts #persona chart #2nd house persona chart #3rd house persona chart #5th house persona chart #6th house persona chart #8th house persona chart #9th house persona chart #11th house persona chart #12th house persona chart #I TRIED MY BEST OKAY #IT'S COMPLICATED TO EXPLAIN BUT I DID WHAT I COULD #astrology notes #astrology note

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rieindiegames · 1 year

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FAQs for IseKai

As we're gaining more traction and exciting times draw closer, I've decided to make a super post that's accessible for IseKai fans old and new! I'll try to keep this updated for ease of access.

What is Ise & Kai: Chosen Throne?

Ise & Kai: Chosen Throne is an interesting take on the isekai genre, where you forge the destiny of the realm, and play as the protagonist, Seina Kaimana, who's fighting to escape her predestined fate. The twist being she's isekaied back into her own world to face the problems she'd fled from.

Best Shorthand Name for this Game?

Either IseKai or ICT work best!

What platforms will the game release on?

The game will be released for PC on both Windows and Mac. On Steam and Itch.io

Who can I romance?

Officially there are two canon romantic love interests to pursue in IseKai. Ceres Awle, the protagonist's loyal knight, and the other is Ise, esteemed demon king of the other side of the realm. Yes, Kai's name remains in the title, and I promise that's important.

Who's in the Main Cast?

I consider the main cast of IseKai to be Seina, Ceres, Ise, Kai, and Lucius. Everyone else, regardless of their part is a side character.

MBTI and Other Fun Details of the Main Cast?

Seina: MBTI - INFP, Birthday - November 9th, Height - 173cm

Ceres: MBTI - ISFJ, Birthday - July 20th, Height - 190cm

Ise: MBTI - ENFP, Birthday - April 2nd, Height - 185cm

Kai: MBTI - ISTJ, Birthday - December 27th, Height - 175cm

Lucius: MBTI - ENTJ, Birthday - November 5th, Height - 178cm

Is This Game SFW or NSFW?

IseKai is a mature game with NSFW content. Stay safe out there when you play the final product. Content Warning List: (Coming Soon)

I Missed the Kickstarter So Now What?

Your support is appreciated! Following the dev process and showing support in any capacity, monetary or not is appreciated!

Where Else Can I Follow This and Its Development?

Twitter - But it's a hellscape out there these days. I prefer Tumblr's specific brand of mad house.

Itch.io - The very place you'll be able to play most of our games other than our website!

Patreon - Tumblr has our Tumblr brand of special content but Patreon is where we post all the uncensored male-presenting nipple goodies ;)

Ko-fi - The lovely space where you can throw a few bucks, and treat me to ramen like we're two friends hanging out IRL.

Instagram - Purely aesthetic space. Not entirely active atm, but better to diversify.

Twitch - Breathe over my shoulder in real time when I stream! Be that dev-work or chilling with a game or two!

TikTok - One day there will be a video on there, for now it's just MySpace Tom Aesthetic.

Carrd- Virtual Business Card!

Tumblr Tags

#Ask - Any questions sent in relating to the content of my works or about them.

#Answer - Any questions sent in relating to me, something I perceive as personal, or a general response to an asker. Usually I'll leave comments in the tags on these posts.

#Lore - Worldbuilding post.

#Guide - Any time I answer something other players may find useful as a walkthrough of sorts, I'll use this tag.

#Character Card - Quick references and teaser cards to various characters.

#Short Story - Any snippets of the short stories I've written for my works.

#Isekaichosenthrone/IseKai - Anything related to Ise & Kai: Chosen Throne. Note if the name of the game is already written somewhere on the post, I may not tag it, as it'll still be searchable.

#Isekai out of Context - Out of context screenshot[s] of isekai.

#Ict Screenie - Any screenshots from ICT will have this label.

#ICT ??? - Any content with the hidden title screen character, Question Question Question, from IseKai.

#Ceres Awle/Ceres - Any content containing the love interest Ceres Awle from IseKai.

#Ise - Any content containing the love interest Ise from IseKai.

#Kai - Any content containing Kai from IseKai.

#Lucius/Lucius Kaimana - Any content containing Lucius Kaimana from IseKai.

#Seina - Any content containing Seina Kaimana from IseKai.

#Demonic Court - Any content containing members of Ise's demon court from IseKai.

#Kaimana family - Any content containing broader members of Seina's family from IseKai.

#isekaichosenthrone #IseKai #ICT #Directory #FAQ #masterpost

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the-shining-river · 1 year

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Frank’s Complicated Education

I had a mystery question related to the below statements and the fact that a Lieutenant is a commissioned officer that needs a bachelor’s degree.

Go ahead. Go ahead. I had to teach you how to hold a gun. Do you remember? Eighteen, and you'd never held a piece before. [x]

When Castle was just eighteen, he enlisted in the United States Marine Corps where he had eventually met and was then placed under the command of Major Ray Schoonover. [x]

It feels kinda weird—what would a Major on active duty be doing instructing newbie recruits at a boot camp? Aren’t there, like, drill sergeants or other special people for that?

And also, we all seem to agree that Frank is a lot smarter than people usually expect, but what exactly has gone into that Scout Sniper specialisation he’s so rightfully proud of?

So I, a non-American, fell into a research hole, and Frank’s academic / career path looks smth ridiculous like this.

STEP ONE - GETTING BACHELOR’S DEGREE AND APPARENTLY MEETING SCHOONOVER SOMEWHERE IN THE PROCESS

With a birthday in November [x], I’m assuming Frank finished highschool aged 17 [x]. After that, Frank may have enlisted straight away, because Schoonover remembers teaching an 18-year-old Frank to shoot, so that could be the 13-week recruit training program upon his initial enlisting. [1]. Btw, from there you graduate with these sort of dress uniforms (the red ‘blood stripes’, white belts):

However, a Lieutenant is a commissioned officer, and, in order to qualify for commission, Frank would still need a bachelor’s degree.

If Frank is enlisted already, he could obtain it a bit later through a MECEP program, but, in order to get on the path to commission faster, he could have gone to college + PLC course [2] right after the highschool, meaning he might have met Schoonover in the summer training course after his college freshman year (meaning Schoonover was an instructor at PLC?):

Or Frank could have gone to college + NROTC Marine Option [3] (meaning Schoonover was an instructor at NROTC or OCS?):

In addition to regular NROTC program requirements, NROTC (Marine Option) midshipmen must pass a 6-week OCS course known as "Bulldog" during summer between junior and senior year. "Bulldog" is modeled after the PLC Seniors Course.

In case of NROTC, I think it might have been the College Program route, as it doesn’t seem very likely that the trouble-maker Frank qualified for a scholarship lol [4]:

Also, with NROTC, you can apparently skip the officer school and, upon finishing college + the NROTC requirements, you get the 2nd Lt rank automatically. [5A][5B]

Theoretically, an Officer Candidates Course (OCC) would also work to get him into OCS, but that course is for college seniors and graduates, placing Frank’s first brush with Schoonover at ages 20-21. Although, it would offer Frank a different alternative to the 10-week Officer School later [also 4], letting Frank have his college summers free of PLC:

OCC is a 10-week commissioning program in Quantico, VA for college seniors and graduates interested in earning the title as a United States Marine Officer. Upon completion, newly commissioned Marine Officers will begin active duty at The Basic School (TBS) as Second Lieutenants.

STEP TWO - OFFICER CANDIDATES SCHOOL and LIEUTENANT RANK

With a college degree (aged 20-21), Frank finally qualifies for the OCS, which is based in Quantico and takes 10 weeks of full-time commitment [6]. If he went the NROTC or OCC route, this step can be skipped.

Considering the qualification, he must have pulled his shit together by then.

Officer Candidates must pass a series of tests before being admitted into the Officer Candidate School. An Officer Selection Officer (OSO), usually a Captain, meets with a prospective Officer Candidate. Upon completing a satisfactory interview, the OSO then makes the decision to move the prospective candidate onto the next step. The prospective candidate then must complete a short essay about why they want to be a Marine Officer, provide identification, pass a background check, provide five letters of recommendation, and complete a physical medical exam. [7]

Theoretically, Frank would qualify for the officer school already upon finishing PLC or NROTC or OCC during college, but college and officer school are not compatible in terms of time and effort required.

Either way, Frankie won’t become a scout sniper without that college degree:

Officer candidates who complete OCS (and have obtained their college degrees) are then commissioned as Second Lieutenants and sent to The Basic School (TBS) at Quantico for six months of further training with other newly commissioned Marine officers from all other commissioning programs. [7]

Now look at this beautiful man:

That’s a Second Lieutenant blue-white dress uniform, which is authorized for wearing in summer [8], with marksmanship annual qualification badges Rifle Expert (looks like it’s earned for the 2nd year in a row) and Pistol Expert [9], meaning he’s the bestest shot with these weapons (Marksman --> Sharpshooter --> Expert).

I can’t make out what’s pinned above the ribbons, but it’s something with wings, like this or this? The comics wiki says Frank Castle has received helicopter training, and can fly a plane too, but MCU version of the wiki doesn’t mention that.

STEP THREE - THE BASIC SCHOOL & SPECIALISATION

All newbie Marine Corps officers, fresh from OCS or NROTC, are further trained in The Basic School (which is also in Virginia).

After a Basic Officer Course (BOC) that lasts 28 weeks, Frank would have chosen his primary specialisation [10]. Because Scout Sniper military occupational specialty (MOS) falls under the Infantry category, after graduating BOC, he’d need to stay on that same Basic School campus and continue with an Infantry Officer Course (IOC) for another 15 weeks.

Also, Scout Sniper is a secondary MOS, which means that first Frank should have specialised in something else. Wikipedia in one instance says the prerequisite for Scout Sniper is becoming a Ground Intelligence Officer or some other kind of Infrantry MOS [11]. In another article [12], the prerequisite is either one of these primary MOS: 0311 Rifleman, 0321 Reconnaissance Marine, 0331 Machine Gunner, 0341 Mortarman, 0352 Antitank Missile Gunner, or 0369 Infantry Unit Leader.

I don’t understand how the rank requirements go together. How would a 2ndLt , after graduating from the Officer Candidates School, get a primary MOS that seems to be capped at a Sergeant rank or at Master Gunnery Sergeant? Unless PMOS can be assigned during earlier training? Or Frank took some time between highschool and college, or between college and OCS to get any of these primary specialties while in some lower-level marine boot camp? Or there is no upper rank limit? [gods I’m not gonna think about it, this is getting ridiculously long as is]

ANYWAY, he needed some on-field experience, an active contract, and a recommendation from his battalion with future plans to appoint him to a scout-sniper platoon, in order to get his ass sent to the Scout Sniper Course in Quantico. There are quotas and budget. See the list of requirements here.

The Scout Sniper Basic Course used to be 10 weeks before 2009 when Frank would have attended [13].

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SINCE THEN, Frank Castle had earned the rank of 1st Lieutenant, was serving with US Marine Corps Force Recon, and 2 years before the events of DD s2 was awarded the Navy Cross [14].

The above sequence of training/education would explain how he’s wearing a 2nd Lt uniform at his wedding at... 21-22 years old (?), but doesn’t really explain this:

1) when would an 18yo Frank manage to get all the necessary hands-on field training with Schoonover? Because if he simply went to the boot camp and took his time moving through the enlisted and non-commissioned officer ranks without the college degree shortcut to 2nd Lt, then he can’t have been that young-looking in that wedding waltz flashback OR he can’t have worn that uniform OR he just remembers the whole thing wrong.

2) considering he DID need a bachelor’s degree to get that Lt rank, what did Frank study? Even if he went the route of a purely military themed college like this one, there’s still the choice of subjects.

3) Isn’t there some expectation of a certain speed of moving up the ranks? Why did Frank get only 1 levelup in ~14 years? He was reportedly excellent, trusted and respected in his job, his CO (officially) liked him well enough. Could be that, Navy Cross aside, the illegality and secrecy of the Cerberus project fucked up Frank’s military record even more than he realised, due to there not being sufficient amount and/or quality of performance info submitted for a promotion?

TBC in Part II, just for the hell of it!

#frank castle #frank castle meta #be gentle I almost broke my brain #damn you US education system #and the messy spiderweb of USMC specialisations #and oh gods the deluge of propaganda in those army websites #so this was fun :)#beng's shiny meta #also comments and additions are welcome

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rogue--nation · 3 months

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It's a third day of their work in Valparaiso, Chile. A beautiful city, to be honest. Simon rarely has time to take rest, but this mission Price has assigned him to was very generous for moments of calmness, even though they keep getting interrupted by something unexpectedly violent. Still, Ghost just didn't feel right about it all. Yes, he's always an outsider, but here... Here he is an outsider among the locals. He doesn't speak Spanish very well, so he barely understands what people around him speak of. Thanks to his companion that he was paired up with, he doesn't really need to do any talking whatsoever. When he just entered the briefing room back in El Paso, he noticed her instantly, because the cautious stare of her brown eyes was simply unbearable. She smiles, she says the sweetest things, pulling on a fake persona for communicating with people around. Well, Simon might be wearing a mask, but at least he has only one and it is visible. She, however, is like an actor on a stage, putting one mask after the other, trying to hide her painfully hollow exterior. He didn't trust her much at the beginning, just how people around him, mostly mexican operatives, didn't trust him, growing very suspicious of a newbie among them. But Ana kept acting in a very welcoming, even comforting way. Back then, when she was asking him questions, he had no idea they will be the only survivors in the team and that he will eventually save her life. Failed operation in Sonora turned out to be compromised by someone from CIA. They were voluntarily walking into the massacre.

Now he is standing by the window, watching the view of the coast being swallowed by falling darkness of the night. It's 2nd of November, last day of Los Muertos. So him and his mask fit these streets just fine. He is waiting for Ana. Or, how he used to call her... sergeant Reyes. But after all the things they've went through in span of a week... He couldn't keep such a formal distance. They've become friends. One of a kind, really. They turned out to have a lot in common, just their adapting mechanisms were built differently. Still, it didn't affect their ability to understand each other. Dark past, grey present... Lack of adequate social skills and interests outside their work... They're a trainwreck at it's best. But Reyes is way better at hiding it than him. Only once he saw her mask slip off and it was when she was heavily bleeding from a gunshot wound he had to patch and stitch up. That's when he saw that her scars were not very different from his own. Both physical and mental. Almost fainting, she kept asking him to say something comforting... But he couldn't come up with anything better that talking about purpose in life and how some people fail to find it. Unlike them. He said that they're lucky to have their own path... Oh, he wanted to believe that. But looking back, this lifestyle only brought him pain and disappointment, wounding him beyond any chance of repair.

Now, he waited for her to return from her meeting with leader of DBA team that worked in the city at the moment, collecting information on CJNG. They knew El Mencho was here and sooner or later he was going to put his plans to work.

Simon hears a far away blast and it makes him feel strange. He hears people's voices, almost like they're screaming. Was it an explosion? Or is it once again a part of some stupid parade they had just yesterday, filling the air with loud music and fireworks? Riley grips onto the windowsill, trying to see the smoke somewhere around. And he sees one rising above the houses far away. He gets nervous. Maybe, he should go out and check what's going on, but Reyes told him to stay inside and wait for her. Picking up mobile phone, he hopes that Ana will answer the call, but it's turned off. He decides to wait for while, like twenty minutes or so, but it feels like ages.

A knock on the door. Simon storms to open it and sees Ana at the doorstep. She's injured, her scratched temple is bleeding, her elbows and bare thighs covered in dust and and small shards of glass. Her clothes covered in blood still fresh. Reyes looks exhausted.

"Fucking hell", he let's out quietly, "What happened?"

"Meeting didn't go as planned. Bowen's already on it. I've met him", she looks at herself as she passes the mirror, "Fuck", she even looks impressed.

"Are you hurt?", he looks at her, shocked.

"It's not my blood. Mostly", Ana replies casually. Well, such things definitely are casual events for her, "Now we wait for instructions from Matt", she looks a little zoned out, as she leans onto the table. Riley keeps himself calm and doesn't try to help her. Physical contact is something he's never been very fond of. Especially without permission. Even Ana made it clear that she doesn't need help. But for some reason he wants to take care of her somehow. He tries to reach her with his hand, but she leans away, not even noticing that. Ana doesn't say a word and leaves to bathroom. Simon hears the water running. He tries to hold back, but he follows her, feeling uneasy. When he enters, he sees Ana sitting in the bathtub naked. She doesn't pay attention to him. Her knees are pressed against her chest, shivers running down her spine. The mask is off. Her eyes seem hollow, almost lifeless. Unbearable sadness is hiding within her. Water is slowly filling up the bath, turning pink as it mixes up with blood. Simon silently sits on the floor close to his partner. She doesn't look at him once. Almost like she's not even here. Or like she never was. Thin trail of blood is leaving her ears. Side of her face is caked with dried blood, sticking to her hair. Riley grabs washcloth and soaks it in water, then, he gently presses it against Ana's skin, washing away the blood. She shivers for a moment, closing her eyes. Reyes is not used to touch, especially a touch that gentle. Violence wasn't any new to her. But tenderness .. tenderness is something she has long forgotten. Ana doesn't speak, simply letting Simon do what he does.

"You keep getting yourself hurt", he says.

Ana slowly nods as if in confirmation. She purses her lips. Over the years, pain and adrenaline were the only things that made her feel alive.

"I'm so tired", her voice breaks unexpectedly. Suddenly, she sounds like a little frightened girl. Not a sergeant. She covers her face with her palms, her shoulders shrink.

Simon already saw her in similar state when he lost her in the crowd during the parade. For some reason a sight of people in masks gave her a panic attack. She was almost hysterical, when he found her surrounded by drunk confused tourists that thought Ana needed help. He was confused as well, but never asked what happened. She gripped onto his arm so tightly that night like she was about to die.

#draft #rough draft #ana reyes #simon ghost riley #simon riley x reader #fanfiction #call of duty #sicario

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koopaling-au · 3 months

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Brief Introduction to The Broodals!! (+Madame Broode)

The Broodals mother

Married to Sir Broode (The Broodals father)

Has a pet Chain Chomp named 'Chompikins'

Her favorite to least favorite Broodals:

Spewart is her favorite. He's quiet and mature and polite. She likes to have tea with him. (He was still her favorite as a girl too.)

Hariet is 2nd. Hariet is the most mature out of the Broodals, and she's the only girl! She also has her mother's competitive spirit.

Rango is 3rd. Rango is the youngest so he's a bit wild and crazy, so Madame Broode finds it hard to handle. He's too fidgety for drinking tea and doesn't play much sports...the only reason he's 3rd instead of 4th is because he takes care of Chompikins.

Topper is last. Madame Broode doesn't hate Topper...it's just she finds him immature and wild for his age. She also doesn't like his attitude at times and him messing with his father.

Madame Broode is unaware of the abuse Sir Broode does to Topper and the others.

Oldest Broodal

18 years old

Born January 6th (Capricorn)

"Straight" (He's bi)

Asexual

Is considered immature for his age, doing the most random things with Rango.

Likes going on heists with Hariet

The 2nd best fighter amongst them

Master archer

Is actually a HUGE fan of Pauline, he once went to one of her concerts in New Donk City, and once made a cover of her "Jump Up Superstar!" in front of his siblings, and they loved it.

Has an amazing singing voice, the best out of his siblings.

His father (Sir Broode) abuses the shit out of him for no reason sometimes, it could be for the stupidest of reasons. When he wears one of his tank tops around the house you can see some of the bruises on his arms

Most of the time he takes the blame for his siblings because he can't see them get hurt.

Whenever he goes to play Bingo with Madame Broode and her friends, he always ends up stealing the money. (But nobody knows)

His birth name was Hopper.

Carries a money gun around everywhere

If necessary he WILL hit you will a pole.

Second oldest Broodal

16 years old

Born November 12th (Scorpio)

"Straight" (ALSO bi)

Is the most mature out of the Broodals

Is incredibly smart.

She's her father's (Sir Broode's) favorite

She's the best fighter amongst them

Has a crush on Roy.

Super competitive (her favorite sports are Tennis and Softball)

She randomly plays against Larry in tennis sometimes (she never wins)

Is sorta a sore loser

Never ONCE got in trouble with her father

Likes going on heists with Topper

Carries bombs around just in case

Her favorite is Spewart because he used to be a girl AND he's closest personality-wise and age-wise.

Never lets anyone touch her braid.

Third oldest Broodal

15 years old

Born October 3rd (Libra)

Bisexual

Transgender

CAN spit poison when he's alarmed or angry.

His birth name was Kinsley, since he was a girl.

After he got surgery, he cut his hair like a boy, but he HATED it, so he grew his hair out again.

Has a CRUSH on one of the Koopalings (TAKE NOTES GUYSSSS)

Loves flowers

Chompikins' second favorite

3rd strongest amongst them

Is an amazing dancer

Can rap

Used to play softball

The most shy out of the Broodals

He likes hanging out with Rango a lot

2nd tallest

Loves picking flowers in the forest with Chompikins

Youngest Broodal

14 years old

Born April 30th (Taurus)

Homosexual "Gay"

Since their father does not support gays (he thinks it's stupid, BUT OP SUPPORTS GAYS BTW, I AM THE OPPOSITE OF THE BROODALS DAD) so the only people who know are Topper, Hariet, & Spewart

Hangs out with Topper a lot

Whenever Topper gets beaten, Rango just kind of carries him somewhere. It doesn't even matter where.

He's the tallest

Befriended Iggy

Is Chompikins favorite

Goes on a walk with Chompikins every day

Is kind of like the "therapist" of the Broodals, he listens to everything

He likes to switch between wearing pants and shorts with long striped socks

The worst fighter, he doesn't like violence.

Only goes on tour around the kingdoms to taste the different snacks.

...

So...thoughts?

Oh also...

ASK THE BROODALS ANYTHING!!!

(except Madame Broode sorry)

#broodals #madame broode #chompikins #sir broode #topper broodal #hariet broodal #spewart broodal #rango broodal #also this is a brief intro #it doesnt say everything about them

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stormcrow513 · 1 year

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Hagging Out October 2022 Hallowtide

Me and Mittens and Me and Circe in my best Witchy outfit Circe is also wearing a witch hat,

So October has been pretty fucking busy and hectic this year, and it just felt different too,

While I know Samhain doesn't have a specific date as it changes seasonally, typically for me I start feeling the season around mid to late August picking up steam throughout September and October peaking on Halloween and slowly rolling into yuletide in early November,

This year however I felt that first brush on August first, and I didn't feel that peak on Halloween, still writing this November 2nd haven't felt that usual peak,

I'm not sure why, maybe it's that while it started getting the fall chill early this year the plants haven't gone to bed, the leaves in my yard haven't dropped fully, barely at all really, there's still so much green left on everything, this is not normal here, so maybe it's climate change, changing Hallowtide as well,

Could be the loss, I spent months with Shy battling her cancer as it slowly ripped her away from me in pieces, to culminate in lossing her September 8th, it's exhausting loss, I'll like spend the rest of the year with metaphorical lead weights dragging my ass down,

Could be that I'm just changing getting older, I'm 30 and nothing in me is as it was, I got my first grey hairs at 23 my knees have always been shitty and my back started joining em, and worse of all my ribs on my left hurt a lot of the time, but with all that has come more experience as a Witch I'm sensing things better and better, after all this time doing magic pursuing this road, I feel like I'm finally getting somewhere,

I wanted to jam as much as I could into this month since for whatever reason October tends to be my most productive month, so I started this month out with @windvexer Red Pepper Spellbreaker which started me out on a good place, though I still felt a little blocked after so right before Hekate's Deiphon I did it again then did a Gate Opening with Hekate after I put Her offerings out on Her night,

I also started out the month by restarting my book Psychic Witch, I'd gotten fairly far into the book and then got stuck on an exercise and sorta fell off working it so I thought I'd start on Exercise one and do one each day for all 31 days, and then to keep going til I got to where is gotten stuck which was on Exercise 37, as a way to kinda reset myself, so I can finish this book, I succeeded and as I want through these Exercises I found myself getting more out of them then my pervious attempt, I found some easier and others found myself in deeper then I'd ever gotten, I'm proud of what I've accomplished with it this month

I also started on the Monday after the full moon on Sunday doing LTZS Witchual Workout, I wanted a way to exercise, to connect with my body and to connect with various energies some which I've never worked with before, I've done some of these in the past at random and found them helpful, so I synced up with them as best I could, I'm of today 24 days into it, I've made it even more of a ritual by giving an offering of water and flame to each energy invoked, as well as finishing with some yoga stretches to avoid cramping up, and meditation,

As to my ancestors I have managed for hmm maybe a year now to do daily offering of water to them, though I been cleaning their altar and adding something extra on Halloween, this year it didn't feel right, maybe cause I was tired maybe cause I'd had a distressing dream of my passed sister that reminded of the angry I still hold for her, which made me want to avoid her picture on the altar, either way I didn't manage to do it on Halloween I just renewed the water glass, though I intend to clean and set out more in the next couple days,

I did get my now yearly Pumpkin cheesecake made with my home grown pumpkins, I had my biggest haul ever with them this year! Though a couple didn't finish ripening and the vines died before they could finish and one big one went rotten before I could cut them up for some reason,

I still have a few to chop and boil as I couldn't fit em all in the pan that was clean so oops,

Anyway I think that covers it mostly, I didn't get much done on Halloween itself and I still have an Ritual to Persephone and Hades to perform along with my formal Ancestor work but I want to get this out while I've got the spoons, so

Love to you all, I hope you all had great Halloweens ect, and that all our next cycles be what we need and hopefully kind

Thanks and love especially to @pagan-stitches for being our lovely host this month 🌹

#hagging out 2022 #hagging out hallowtide

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mccall-muffin · 2 years

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Love vs. Hate - Part 2 // Joe Liebgott x OC

Previous // Next Summary: Technical Sergeant Olivia Stark knows the military. Raised in a military family, a graduate of military school and OCS herself, she is transferring from the 82nd Airborne Division to the 101st. Between new friends and what appear to be foes, she becomes a part of Easy Company, 2nd Battalion, 506th PIR.

Warnings: Language (as for now)

A/N: And here goes Part 2. Enjoy :) If someone wants to be added to the tag list, just send me a message! 12 Miles are about 20 Kilometers, by the way :P Tag list: @brassknucklespeirs

6th November 1942 - Camp Toccoa, Georgia I've been with Easy Company for two months, and I'm getting along better and better with the men. Well, with almost all of them, at least. Liebgott, my bed neighbor, still acts cold and dismissive towards me. But I have found a real friend in Don Malarkey. As for Sobel... Well, he keeps his word and treats me like any other soldier. This means that he also regularly revokes my weekend passes and yells at me.

I point to the sky as we lay exhausted on the grass after another Currahee run. "Someday... Someday I'm going to kill that bastard, I promise you," I say, and Don grins at me. "I think you'd have a lot of support here, sweetheart." I smile at him as well. "I think so." "Liv?" We hear a voice, and Lip walks up to us. "Lip?" "Can I talk to you for a second?" I nod and stand up. "See you later, Don."

I follow Lip, who pulls me aside for a moment. "How are you?" he asks, and I look at him in surprise. "What do you mean?" "Exactly that, Liv. I want to know how you're doing. And how it's going with the men." "You know you don't have to watch me, Lip, right? I'm fine. I'm getting along great with Don and Muck and Penky and the others. Except maybe Liebgott, but he's just him." Lip nods. "Thanks, Lip... You kind of remind me of my brother Damon." Lip smirks. "Oh yeah?" "Yeah, he was always so protective of me too." "Where is he now?" "Somewhere in the pacific, as far as I know. He's a lieutenant in the Marines." Lip nods, and together we walk toward the mess hall. "I guess your family's into the military, huh?" Lip grins as we grab food. "Well... My dad is a Colonel with the 2nd Ranger Battalion, my other brother Tommy is also a Lieutenant, and as far as I can tell from my mom's last letter, my little sister Cindy enlisted. Only my mom and my older sister Lily are not in the military."

Lip and I sit down with our food. Not a minute later, Don and Muck join us. "And your mom just supports that? That she lets almost all of her kids go to war?", Lip asks, and Don looks up. "Well, we all went to military school. Somehow it wasn't a discussion at all. We were all active soldiers, so it wasn't even an issue that we weren't fighting. We were drafted." "How come you ended up with paratroopers?" then asks Muck. "Well, I didn't want to be under my father. That would have been a pre-programmed issue. When I was in OCS, I heard about the Airborne and enlisted, so they sent me to the 82nd. The men there were not very open to me and made my life hell. Except for one soldier. He was always nice and acknowledged whether I had tits or a dick." The guys laugh, and Don puts a hand on my shoulder. "Just like us."

This evening It's Friday night, and I'm lying on my cot reading a book. Next to me, George and Don are playing a game, and on my other side lies Liebgott, engrossed in his comics as usual. I sit up and take a smoke from the pack, but I can't find a lighter. "Can I have your lighter real quick?" I ask Liebgott, and he looks up at me, annoyed. "Get your own," he grumbles, and I roll my eyes. "I have one, but I can't find it, so get your head out of your ass and give me yours." Now Liebgott is looking at me. He snorts, shakes his head, and then tosses me his lighter before turning back to his comic. I take it and light the cigarette. "You guys are like an old married couple," Don says, grinning at us, which earns him a dirty look from Liebgott and me. "Shut up, Malarkey!" then says Liebgott. I throw his lighter back at him, but he doesn't see it, and it lands right in his crotch, causing him to groan.

"Jesus Christ, Stark! What the fuck?!" he curses, giving me a nasty look. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to," I say quickly, but I can't suppress a laugh. Liebgott holds his soft parts and writhes in pain. "At least you had some female interaction in your crotch for once now, Joe," George grins, making us laugh even harder. Liebgott stands up angrily. "Oh, fuck all of you!" he says and walks outside. Amused, we watch him go. "Isn't he a ray of sunshine?" I ask, addressing Don and George, who grin at me.

Suddenly Winters enters the barracks, and we quickly stand up. "Second Platoon, we're moving out. Full dress and ready for the night march. Canteens filled. You have ten minutes." He leaves the barracks again. I glance at Don before looking briefly at Liebgott's empty bed. If he misses the march, he's screwed. I quickly change and am already on my way out. "Where are you going?" George asks me. "I'm going to find Private Sunshine. Someone should probably tell him he has to be outside in five minutes." "You're too nice, Liv. If someone treated me like that, I'd ditch him." "I'm a platoon Sergeant Don. I have responsibilities." With those words, I leave the barracks and look around outside.

I find Liebgott near the latrines. "Hey," I call out to him, and he groans in annoyance. "What do you want, Stark? You want to kick some more?" he asks, looking at me. "No, actually, I don't. Whereas, if you keep talking to me like that, then maybe. I just wanted to inform you that in..." I glance at my watch for a moment. "...Three and a half minutes, we have to be ready to march in full gear. But do what you want." I turn away from him and go back to the others. "Why are you telling me this?" "Because, unlike you, I'm not an asshole."

Once again, Easy Company is on their Friday night march. Fully loaded and ready, they march their 12 miles. I walk silently beside Don. "I'm going to say something now," Bull whispers to George, as he's getting really tired of it. "To who?" he asks back, and Bull looks to Winters. "Lieutenant Winters?" "What is it?" the latter asks back. "Permission to speak, sir." "Permission granted." "Sir, we have nine companies, sir," he notes, and I can only imagine what he's getting at. "We do," Winters says. "Then how come we're the only company that marches 12 miles in full dress in the dark every Friday night?" "What do you think, Private Randleman?" "Lieutenant Sobel hates us, sir." I can't help but smirk in amusement. "Oh, I don't think Lieutenant Sobel hates Easy Company, Private Randleman. He just hates you," Winters returns, and I never imagined such cold humor from him. Many of the men start laughing. "Thank you, sir." "But he still hates you the most, Liv," Don says next to me, making George laugh in front of us. "What do you want me to do?" I grin. "Leaving would be an option," she then hears Liebgott behind her, and she looks at him briefly. "And make it so easy for you? Forget it, Liebgott! It's too much fun to piss you off," I say sarcastically, seeing Don smirking beside me.

After we have completed the march, I fall into my bed, exhausted. Poor Christenson. He has to repeat the whole march. "Hey, you know what?" Don then says, looking at me. "What?" "Tomorrow, we can finally go out. I think this is one of the first weekends when we all still have our passes. What do you think, Liv? Have a little fun?" I sit up on my bed and beam at Don. "You don't have to ask twice, Malarkey! Penky, you in?" I ask Alex, who shakes his head at his nickname, but then agrees. "You guys aren't going without me, though! I've made it my mission to get this little bird here bottled up." "You're welcome to try, Luz, but I'm telling you... I'm pretty hard drinking!" "We'll see about that, Stark," George grins, and I wink at him. "Will you guys shut up already? Some people would like to sleep." "Oh, stop being such a baby Liebgott. You can sleep plenty when you're old and shriveled! Tomorrow, it's time to celebrate!"

7th November 1942 - Camp Toccoa, GA After a few quiet lessons on Saturday morning, we finally have free time. We put on our starting uniforms and gather. We're a sizable group and off to Toccoa for a bit of a shindig. Don, George, Muck, Penkala, Toye, Guarnere, Christenson, Webster, Popeye, Skinny, and a few others join us. Even Lip comes along. What amazes me is that when I leave the barracks, Liebgott is standing next to Don, waiting. "Well, look at that," Don laughs when he sees me. "What, never seen a woman before?" I ask, punching him in the shoulder. "Yes, I have, but I've never seen you in a skirt and high heels before." "And you won't often, Don, so memorize that image well." I've made myself pretty for the day. My hair is down and slightly wavy, and I've painted my lips with dark red lipstick.

Behind me, I hear a whistle, and when I turn around, Muck is standing in front of me. "Oh la la, what do we have here?" he grins and comes toward us. "Shut up, Skip. Remember... Faye is waiting for you at home." "Yeah yeah, but you're still allowed to look, right?" "Ah, shut it, Muck."

Don grins and puts an arm around my shoulders. "Shall we?" he asks, and I nod with a smile. Then I notice Liebgott's gaze, eyeing me. "See something you like, Liebgott?" I ask, and he looks me in the eye. He bites his lips briefly and twitches an eyebrow. "Seen better." "Of course you have." I shake my head, and Don grins at me. "Well, let's go."

When we finally get to the pub, Don orders a round of beers for us. The bar is packed with soldiers. "Wow, pretty crowded in here, huh?" I say to no one in particular, but Muck agrees with me anyway. Our group quickly disperses, and we sit, laugh, and smoke comfortably. "I'll get the next round," I say and stand up before heading to the bar. I place the order and wait patiently, but then I feel something on my butt. I turn around and look into the eyes of a soldier who smiles at me insinuatingly. "Well, darling? Can I buy you a drink?" he asks, and I look at him incredulously. "Does that usually work? You grope a lady, and then she lets you have it?" I ask, but his grin doesn't disappear. "Come on. I'll be happy to show you a real man." "No thanks. And I doubt you'll be able to show me. And now, if you don't mind..." I turn away from him again, but he grabs my arm. It seems he hasn't seen my badges on my sleeve either.

"You're pretty cheeky; you know that? But I like cheeky!" he says and pulls me towards him. As I want to tell him off, he is yanked away from me. "I think she told you to fuck off," Liebgott says, holding the man by the collar. Now other soldiers take notice, including Don and the others, who immediately come over. "Stay out of this, asshole!" grumbles the soldier, glaring at Liebgott. "This is between the pretty lady and me." "Yeah, and the pretty lady told you to fuck off. So accept it and fuck off!" "What's going on?" Don asks me, but my attention is on Liebgott and the other soldier. "I didn't hear it from her, though." The soldier looks at me, and I raise an eyebrow. Liebgott lets go of him and steps aside. "Well, then, please..." The soldier looks at me promptly. "What he said," I say perkily and wave him off. "That your man? Is that it? You should tell your slut that maybe she should send less lewd signals when..." But that's as far as he gets because Liebgott punches him.

The soldier goes down, holding his bloody nose. "You son of a bitch!" "She's our fucking platoon sergeant, in case you overlooked that. So shut the fuck up and stay away from her." In disbelief, I look at Liebgott. He just punched a man for me. I walk up to the soldier on the ground and take his name tag in my hand. "Private Stretton, is it? Maybe I should have a word with your CO. You should probably re-learn the rank insignia. And if I see you coming near anyone again who doesn't want it, I'll personally make sure you get your punishment. Understood?" The soldier snorts but then nods.

Don and Muck grin behind me. "Come on, I'll take care of this," Don says, pointing to the beers that are now ready and taking them to the table with Muck. At our table, I turn to Liebgott. "Thank you," I say, smiling gently. "I didn't do this for you," he returns, and I look at him, confused. "That was for Easy Company. And whether I like it or not, you're part of it. No one disrespects us. To make that clear, you were just a means to an end." Liebgott walks away from me, and I look after him, perplexed. I sit down and look at the table in front of me. "What a prick..." I grumble. "Yeah, part men really don't know how it works..." Muck says, but Don shakes his head. "I don't think she meant him." Liv is still looking at Liebgott, standing with Talbert and the others.

"Forget about him, Liv. I don't think anyone understands the complex thing in Joe's head," Don says, drawing my attention back to himself. "I just don't understand it. Did I do anything to him?" Don and Muck exchange a look, but Liv can't interpret it. "Not that I know of," Muck then says with a shrug. "But it doesn't matter, anyway. Let Liebgott think what he wants. We like you, and I think most people in Easy do." "Thanks, Muck," I say with a smile and take a sip of my beer. "Soon, we'll be off to Fort Benning. Are you nervous yet?" asks Don, then looking at me. "No, not really. It's just jump training, right?" Don starts to laugh. "Yeah, I'll tell you again when we get to the plane door."

Still thinking about Liebgott, I sit at the table with Don a little later. Muck has disappeared somewhere, and Penkala is dancing with a girl. "Come on, Liv... Just forget it," Don says, looking at me. "I know, Don. But..." "No buts," Don interrupts me. He stands up and holds out his hand to me. I look at him questioningly. "Come on. A dance will take your mind off things." For a moment, I eye my friend and then take his hand. "There you go." Don leads me onto the dance floor, taking my left hand in his and placing his other on the small of my back before he begins to move and lead me.

For a while, we dance without speaking. My gaze keeps automatically wandering to Liebgott without me being able to stop it. "Hey. Stop", Don says, and I look at him. His dark eyes search mine. "Just look at me, will you? It's not worth you letting him ruin your night. What was it like yesterday? It's time to party today," he grins, infecting me. I smirk and look down at the floor for a moment. "No, look at me, Liv. Just me." I lift my eyes again and then laugh as Don grimaces. "You really are unbelievable, Don." "But it works, right?" I nod and focus on him and our dance.

When the song ends, Don pulls me into his arms, and I laugh. I don't notice his gaze shift to Liebgott, who is watching us closely. "Come, let's take a break," Don says, leading me back to our table. "I didn't know you could dance like that, Malarkey. You never cease to amaze me." "That's what I'm here for, right?" I smile at him and nod. "Seems so." I look down at my glass and take a sip. "Thanks, Don. For everything." "No need to thank me, sweetheart." "Sweetheart?" I ask with amusement. "It is what it is, Liv. You can't deny it," he laughs, raising his glass. "Here's to Liv. Easy Company's sweetheart." "Oh, come on," I laugh out now. "You're going to regret those words someday." "I don't think so. Even though it's only been two months, I think I know you better than you think." "Is that so?" "Yep. And as your newly appointed best friend, it's my job to look out for you, sweetheart." I raise my glass as well and bump it against his. "To best friends." "To best friends," he repeats.

"Hey, what are you doing?" then shouts George, pulling up a chair to our table. "I thought I was your best friend, Liv?" "Sorry, Luz, that post has just been taken," Don grins, and I shake my head laughing. "Don't worry, George, I'll find another post for you," I laugh, and he looks at me with mock indignation. "I can't accept that, Sergeant Stark." We all three laugh and call it a night.

13th November 1942 - Camp Toccoa, GA The following week, after Sobel is promoted to Captain and Winters to 1st Lieutenant, Don and I are in line for food. It's a quiet afternoon with lessons, and as a small celebration of the promotions, we have spaghetti today. At least, if you can call it that. Rumor has it that Sobel requested this single-handedly from Winters after he sentenced him to two weeks as Mess Officer.

"I can't believe we're actually getting some real food for once," says Don, standing behind me in line. "You call that something real, Malarkey?" asks Bill, standing in front of me and turning to look at us. "I'll make you something real someday, Don, but this? I don't know what to call it," I grin. When we get to the front, the kitchen soldier turns away from us with the pan. "Hold on, more coming. These guys are packing it away," he says, pointing to the soldiers who already have some food. We wait, and when we have our portions, we sit at a table. "This stuff's orange. Spaghetti ain't supposed to be orange," Penkala grumbles, poking at his food. "This ain't spaghetti. This is army noodles with ketchup," interjects Perconte, sitting diagonally across from me. "You ain't gotta eat it," Bill now asks, and Perconte looks at him incredulously. "Oh, come on, Gonorrhoea, as a fellow Italian, you should know that calling this crap spaghetti is a mortal sin."

Suddenly a hand reaches forward from the table behind us. "You don't want it? I'll have it," Hoobler says, and I laugh. "No, no, no, I'm eating here," Perconte returns, reaching for his plate. "Hey, get outta here," now chides Bill, whose plate was also nearly stolen.

I just shake my head and look down at my plate. "Aren't you going to eat?" Don asks me with his mouth full, pointing at my plate. "I don't know, Don. Something's not right here somehow. This is so not Sobel. The weather's not too bad. So why would he give us a quiet afternoon AND spaghetti?" Don shrugs. "Best not to question it at all, kid," Bill says, shoveling in his pasta. I look at the men at my table, all stuffing their food down. As I'm about to put my fork in my mouth, the door is yanked open.

"Orders changed. Get up. Lectures are canceled - Easy Company is running up Currahee," Sobel shouts, and we all quickly stand up. "Move, move. Three miles up, three miles down. Hi yo silver. Let's go, let's go," he continues to call, and I look at Don. "Fuck," I huff and follow the others into the barracks. "It's like you have a sixth sense, Liv," Don grumbles beside me as we change clothes. "It's called female intuition, Don."

A short time later, we run Currahee. I'm happy I haven't eaten anything, but the other men suffer quite a bit. Many of them are throwing up and not in good shape, which spurs Sobel to bring them down even more. "You're a washout, Private Hoobler. You should pack up those ears and go home," he shouts into the neck of Hoobs, who is visibly struggling. But Hoobs is not the only one. "Looks like Gordon's done, aren't you, Gordon? You finished? You do not deserve to get your wings," he shouts to Smokey, running beside me. As Sobel turns away again, I reach out my arm and give Smokey's hand a quick squeeze. "Don't listen to him," I hiss as I hear Sobel taking on Bull. "Thanks, Liv, but that's easier said than done," he whispers back. "I know, but you're just as good as any of us, okay? We can do this. All of us!"

Suddenly, in front of me, I hear George start to sing a song. "We pull upon the risers." Of course, it doesn't take long for all the soldiers to join. "We pull upon the grass. We never land upon our feet; we always hit our ass. Hi dee, hi dee, Christ Almighty, who the hell are we? Zim, zam, goddamn, we're Airborne infantry. We pull upon the risers; we pull upon the grass. We never land upon our feet; we always hit our ass. Hi dee, hi dee, Christ Almighty, who the hell are we? Zim, zam, goddamn, we're Airborne infantry."

It seems Sobel doesn't like this at all because I can see him slow down and then stop in the corner of my eye.

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