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Is It Over Now - Chapter 9

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Chapter 9: I Guess Only The Stars Would Know The Truth

“You know, you two are really something.” Wyll scolds Astarion and Gale like they are his children. “I asked you for one night of peace so we didn’t embarrass ourselves in front of the most important people in The Gate, but your bloody egos just couldn’t let it go until after the ball was over.”

Just as Wyll predicted, the moment the fight broke out, someone with a badge classifying them as press, covering the ball for The Baldur’s Mouth Gazette, was all over the scene, furiously taking notes, interviewing dignitaries who’d been nearby when the fight began, and trying to get quotes from The Heroes of The Gate regarding what happened. None of them spoke, of course, namely because Halsin and Wyll were too busy pulling Astarion and Gale apart and dragging them out of the ballroom to speak, and the rest were too busy rushing after them.

Neither of the men sitting in lounge chairs with cuts and bruises on their faces look the slightest bit apologetic to Fallon, and presently, she doesn’t know which of them she’s angrier with. Gale, for purposefully riling Astarion, or Astarion for keeping it from her that he not only went to see Gale but that Gale was the person who gave him the information about Velrea.

Right now, she’s leaning towards being angrier with Astarion. Knowing he’d kept such a massive secret from her…it didn’t sit well with Fallon. Yes, she’d been in an absolute state when Astarion returned to Baldur’s Gate, but he’s been living with her, sleeping in her bed, for a month. They spent nearly every hour of the day together. The vampire had plenty of chances to come clean about how he knew about the coven in Velrea, or where he’d gotten the book with information about Asha to begin with, but he remained silent.

The decision to keep that information close to his chest felt like something the person Astarion was when they met would have done. Astarion withheld important information for the sake of self-preservation. The way Astarion reacted to Gale outing his secret is the only confirmation Fallon needs to support her theory. She feels used. Betrayed.

Gale and Astarion both remain silent, not even bothering to deny they’d embarrassed them all by acting this way, and Wyll just scoffs. “You both need to go,” The Blade of Avernus declares, and he turns to Fallon. “Fallon you are, of course, welcome to stay. However, I understand if you don’t want to be here anymore, if not simply to avoid the press. Feel free to use the portal over there to get you back to the Lower City by The Elfsong.”

Fallon nods. Wyll is correct: she does not want to be there anymore, and not just because the press will be all over her. She needs to speak to Gale. She needs to speak to Astarion, too, but that is guaranteed to be a much shorter conversation. Wyll and the rest of her companions leave Fallon alone with the two halves of her heart to return to the ball, and Fallon glowers at the men in front of her. “You’re idiots. The both of you.”

“If we’re going to be lectured some more, can we please at least go back to The Elfsong where there’s good wine?” Astarion asks dryly, glaring at Gale.

“Gale, do you mind giving us a moment? You can go on ahead to The Elfsong, if you wish. I’m in the suite on the second floor. Devlon, at the bar, will let you in.”

To his credit, Gale says nothing as he stands to leave, and only shoots Astarion a smug smirk; as if he already knows Astarion is in more trouble than he is in this present moment.

As soon as Gale is gone, Astarion’s icy facade fades and he’s on his feet, crossing the room towards Fallon. “Fallon, I can–”

“Don’t,” Fallon cuts him off, raising her hand in front of her in warning to keep his distance. She takes a step back. “How could you, Astarion? How could you keep that from me?” her voice is barely above a whisper and hurt shines in her eyes.

“I was going to tell you, I swear.” Astarion defends, a pleading look in his eyes.

“So why didn’t you? It’s not like you haven’t had the time, or we haven’t seen each other,” Fallon demands, her voice rising slightly. “You lied to me. I trusted you.”

Astarion huffs. “I didn’t lie to you, darling, I just…didn’t tell you everything.”

Fallon laughs sharply. “Oh, and that makes it better somehow? I’ve spent a year wondering what happened to him, where he’d gone, if he’s okay, and you come back here without even bothering to mention you’d seen him?”

“Fallon, you were a mess when I got back. You had a gods-damned panic attack after dreaming about him the first night I spent here. Less than four days ago, you almost had another panic attack after Shadowheart said his fucking name. So don’t stand there and tell me you could have fucking handled knowing I’d seen him.” He snaps at her.

Fallon stands up a little straighter, squaring her shoulders as she frowns at the vampire. “But it’s not just that you’d seen him, Astarion. Gale said you sought him out . That’s different than just keeping it from me that you happened to run into him somewhere. You sought him out, he gave you a very vital piece of information, and you kept all of that from me.” Heat pools in her eyes as she stares at Astarion, daring him to deny it.

“Okay fine, yes, I tracked him down intentionally, but–” Astarion starts to argue.

“That’s all I needed to hear,” Fallon glares. “Gale is a lot of things, and he hurt me, but at least he never lied about it.”

“I didn’t–”

“Stop, just. Stop. I think it would be best if you do not return with me to the suite. I need to speak to Gale, and I don’t think I can have the conversation I need to have with him if you’re there. You bring out the worst in each other, and it won’t be productive,” Tears are forming in the corners of her eyes and she swallows thickly, her throat feels like sandpaper. “Actually, I think it would be best if you don’t come back to the suite tonight at all, because I can barely fucking look at you.”

Astarion stares at her like she just staked him in the heart. “Fallon, I– I’m sorry.”

“Be sorry all you like, but I’m not ready to forgive you and it’s going to take more than an apology to earn my trust back.” Fallon strides across the room towards the portal.

“When you fuck him, be sure to at least change the sheets before I come back, darling. I’d rather not have to live with his stench lingering in the air.” Astarion’s icy words hit Fallon like a knife and she whirls around to face the vampire.

“I’m sorry, what the fuck did you just say to me?” Fallon snaps, fury building in her gut.

“Please, don’t act like you don’t want me there because it won’t be productive. Your love has returned to you, and you’d like to reunite with him privately .” Astarion sneers, and Fallon feels like he just slapped her across the face.

“I changed my mind. Don’t come back at all. I’ll have Shadowheart bring you your things tomorrow,” Fallon says coldly as a single tear slides down her cheek. “Have a nice life, Astarion.”

Without another word, Fallon enters the portal and disappears. Astarion picks up a wooden chair and throws it at the wall. The chair shatters into tiny pieces, and Astarion kicks another. “FUCK!” He yells.

The suite is quiet when Fallon enters, and for a moment she wonders if Gale decided not to show up. She moves deeper within and finds him sitting in the same armchair Astarion prefers, reading a book from the shelf that Fallon recognizes but can’t remember the name of.

Gale senses her presence and when he looks up from his book, he smiles at her. “There you are, my love!” He looks around behind her. “No Astarion?” He’s still smug after their fight and he doesn’t bother to hide it.

“Astarion won’t be joining us. I thought it best we speak alone,” Fallon confirms as she fully enters the sitting room, glaring at Gale as she kicks off her shoes and sits down on the couch. “You’re a right fucking prick for antagonizing him like that, you know.”

Gale quickly moves to sit next to her on the couch. His expression changes from smug to apologetic. “I know, dearest, but you needed to know. The moment I arrived, I saw the look on his face and the look on yours…I knew he hadn’t been honest with you.”

“You couldn’t have waited until we weren’t in fucking public anymore?” Fallon folds her arms across her chest.

“Admittedly, my jealousy got the best of me, and while I won’t apologize for telling you his secret, I will apologize for the manner in which I went about it; and have every intention of apologizing to Wyll and his father tomorrow.”

Fallon’s body language softens. Well, at least Gale was sorry. “You’ve done a lot of apologizing in the last two hours.”

“And I know I have much more to apologize for. Truly, I am deeply sorry for abandoning you in the way I did. Just as I told you that day on the docks, I had every intention of returning to you the moment I ascended to godhood, but Mystra got the better of me once again.”

Of course fucking Mystra had something to do with Gale’s failure to return. Fallon honestly could have assumed as much, seeing as Gale originally intended to use the power of The Crown to challenge her, but hearing him say it? It just made everything worse. Fallon stares at Gale for a moment, letting him suffer in silence like she’d done for the last year of her life.

“I’m going to let you explain yourself, because I loved you for a very long time and I deserve a gods-damned explanation, but please don’t mistake my willingness to listen for forgiveness,” She warns him. “Not yet, anyway.”

Gale’s face falls slightly. “Loved.”

Fallon looks at him in confusion. “What?”

“You said loved. Past tense. As in you no longer love me in the way you used to.”

“Gale–”

“No, I understand. I suppose that was to be expected, given the state in which I left things; but I do hope that my tale will perhaps shed some much needed light on the situation, and also provide me with the opportunity to earn your love again,” He reaches over and takes her hand, squeezing it gently. “Because I can assure you, despite my absence, there has not been a single moment where I stopped loving you.”

Six months ago, hells perhaps even a month ago, the words coming out of Gale’s mouth were ones Fallon only dreamt of hearing. Months ago, she would have immediately fallen into his arms and forgiven him, no explanation needed. Only now she has more self-respect than that. Her guard is up and Gale is still on thin ice.

“Best get on with it then, yeah?” She tells him, removing her hand from his. Relief floods Gale’s face.

“Thank you, Fallon. It means…everything to me that you’re even willing to hear me out,” the look on his face is one she’s seen before– like he would kiss her if he thought she would let him. “It all starts right after I found the final piece of the crown…”

There he stood, at the gates to Elysium. The Crown of Karsus was in pieces, still, but that was only because Gale wanted Mystra to watch him take his power back by re-forging it in front of her. The path through Elysium was all too familiar to Gale, though the time he spent here with his goddess felt like an entire lifetime ago. So much had changed. Gale had changed. He’d met Fallon, the woman who showed him what true and unconditional love looked like. He’s been gone for far too long, and he knows it. After seeing Astarion, Gale knows now that he was a fool for not asking Fallon to accompany him to search for the pieces. Ascending to godhood will be the most monumental thing to ever happen to him, and the one person he wants to share it with isn’t here.

Gale does even make it to the part of Elysium where Mystra resides before she appears to him. “Gale of Waterdeep,” she greets with a smile on her face. “You’ve returned to me; and you have The Crown of Karsus with you. I can sense its power hidden away in your pack.”

“I did as you asked Mystra, but I’ve come to the decision that I’m not going to return it to you. I’m going to reforge it, become a God, and finally be your equal.” Even as he speaks the words, Gale can feel the ripples of the Karsite weave around him, responding to the call. He can also feel Mystra’s fury through the True Weave.

“You are a fool, Gale of Waterdeep. A human fool who will never learn from his mistakes. I was prepared to remove the orb from your chest, restore you to your former power, and be my Chosen once again in exchange for The Crown, yet you are so bold as to believe you deserve more? So pathetically human, indeed.”

Gale feels the mixture of humiliation and fury bubbling within him. This whole ordeal was another one of Mystra’s tests, and he’d failed. Again. If Gale thought he could outright kill the Goddess, he would. “You’re the fool, Mystra, for not believing in me. For not believing in all the good having a human ascend to godhood could do for the world, for all of existence. I’ve been to the hells and back. I deserve this.”

“Another perfect example of how foolishly human you are, to think you deserve something that was never yours to take. I should smite you where you stand.” She threatens, and the sky above them rumbles.

“Then strike me down, Mystra. The orb is still in my chest, after all, so killing me would destroy you and all of Elysium as you know it.” Deep down, Gale knows it’s not the best idea to taunt a goddess, especially one threatening to kill him, but he also knows Mystra. She values her own immortality too much to waste it on destroying him. Not only that, but if she truly intended to kill him, she’d have done so already. “You’re hesitating.” He dares her again.

“There is…another way. For you and I to both get what we desire,” Of course she had something else up her sleeve. Nothing was ever easy with his goddess, so why would it be now. “But know this, Gale of Waterdeep, the bargain I am about to offer is the last you’ll receive. Deny me, and not only will I take The Crown from you by force, but I will take away your connection to The Weave altogether. You will never be able to contact me or use The Weave to manipulate magic ever again.”

Gale stares at Mystra in disbelief, as her so-called “bargain” doesn’t exactly feel like one. Still, he is in no place to deny her before hearing what she has to say. “Go on.”

“Being a deity is much harder than you seem to think it is, Gale of Waterdeep, and as you are now, you are not ready. So, my offer is thus: You will return The Crown of Karsus to me so I may destroy it once and for all. In exchange, I will grant you demi-godhood, to start. You will remain a demi-god under my mentorship, and you will live here in Elysium with me– as my Chosen and my lover once more– until such time I deem you ready for all the power and responsibility that is required of becoming a god. These are my terms, and they are final.”

Yes, this bargain is absolutely not a bargain whatsoever. It’s a conniving trick from a scorned ex-lover, jealous that he moved on and found happiness elsewhere.

For that is what Mystra is truly asking of him: choose between the godhood he has been working towards his entire life and the woman he once claimed to love more than Mystra herself.

“You tricked me.” He glowers, and Mystra simply smiles at him.

“Is it a trick if we both get what we want, in the end?” She muses, turning her attention to her fingernails.

“Not everything we want…” Gale mutters. He loses either way, and Gale was not prepared to make such a decision today. How did he not see something like this coming? He should have, and it boils his blood that he was not better prepared. Gale’s mind immediately goes to Fallon, and the information Astarion shared with him just days earlier. If he doesn’t go back to her… “Must you take out your anger with me on Fallon? She does not deserve this.”

The sky rumbles again. “The elf will survive, for I have seen her through your eyes. Soon enough her life will go on, and you will be able to watch over her from here. Keep her safe. Someday, you can even make her your own Chosen, if that is what you so choose. However, as I told you, my bargain is final. There is no negotiating. You either accept or you do not. Make your choice.”

Gale’s mind turns over and over again, trying to weigh his options and find some sort of….loophole or something, anything that would not hurt the woman he loves. However, Mystra is right. From here, he can watch over her and protect her. As a truly mortal human man…he can offer her nothing. Not only can he offer her nothing, but losing his connection to The Weave and to magic altogether? The thought makes him sick to his stomach. Gale scrunches his eyes shut and inhales deeply. He exhales in an extended sigh. When he opens his eyes again he looks directly to Mystra.

“I accept your bargain.”

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kingedmundsroyalmurder · 9 months

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I was having trouble thinking of what to say about this chapter besides the Tiger Poem. It does really sum up the entirety of my Valancy feelings, to the point where I almost posted it yesterday before checking to see what chapter we were on. I first read this book less than a week ago and chapter 13 had fully escaped my memory already. Sorry Stirlings, you’re less cool than Roaring Abel Gay.

Anyway, it belated occurred to me that this entire sequence of events must be very nearly as wild for Abel as it is for the extended Stirling clan. Two weeks ago Valancy waved at him, an occasion so momentous and unexpected he very nearly fell out of his buggy, and now she is not only sitting down and chatting with him (surely a first) but she offers to go be his housekeeper. In a single afternoon, after one conversation. He seems more sanguine about things than the Stirlings (not hard to achieve) but his mind must be whirling.

Or perhaps not. We know he believes in predestination (is that a standard Presbyterian thing? My generic white protestant only in as much as we weren’t anything else family did not prepare me for the nuances of this discussion.) It is very possible that Valancy said, “Will I do?” and Abel went, “Huh. Guess that’s why I’ve been working for these women all these years. Fair enough.” And certainly the weather continuing to be unseasonally cold is adding weight to Abel’s worldview. Why did it rain on Valancy’s birthday and continue to be cold enough into June that her mother was forced to close the window? Because it simply couldn’t have been any other way. Who is God but the omniscient narrator of what has already been written?

I had to look up Isiah 55, and I’ve copied the whole verse under the cut, for the curious. (The internet informs me it’s a King James translation, but I welcome corrections if the internet has lied.) I was trying to figure out what bits Abel was quoting at the minister during his wife’s funeral. I think it would be funniest if it was this bit: “For My thoughts are not your thoughts/Nor are your ways My ways,” says the Lord./“For as the heavens are higher than the earth,/So are My ways higher than your ways,/And My thoughts than your thoughts.” Or, in other words, “You don’t talk for God and stop trying.”

I think Valancy is not being entirely fair to Abel when she says he could never understand why she didn’t go see Cissy before. He knows her mother and the rest of her family. I’m sure he can put the pieces together that even if she had wanted to go she would never have been allowed to. He’s just being snappy at her because she was judging him two sentences ago.

“Ho! Everyone who thirsts, Come to the waters; And you who have no money, Come, buy and eat. Yes, come, buy wine and milk Without money and without price.

Why do you spend money for what is not bread, And your wages for what does not satisfy? Listen carefully to Me, and eat what is good, And let your soul delight itself in abundance.

Incline your ear, and come to Me. Hear, and your soul shall live; And I will make an everlasting covenant with you— The sure mercies of David.

Indeed I have given him as a witness to the people, A leader and commander for the people.

Surely you shall call a nation you do not know, And nations who do not know you shall run to you, Because of the Lord your God, And the Holy One of Israel; For He has glorified you.”

Seek the Lord while He may be found, Call upon Him while He is near.

Let the wicked forsake his way, And the unrighteous man his thoughts; Let him return to the Lord, And He will have mercy on him; And to our God, For He will abundantly pardon.

“For My thoughts are not your thoughts, Nor are your ways My ways,” says the Lord.

“For as the heavens are higher than the earth, So are My ways higher than your ways, And My thoughts than your thoughts.

“For as the rain comes down, and the snow from heaven, And do not return there, But water the earth, And make it bring forth and bud, That it may give seed to the sower And bread to the eater,

So shall My word be that goes forth from My mouth; It shall not return to Me void, But it shall accomplish what I please, And it shall prosper in the thing for which I sent it.

“For you shall go out with joy, And be led out with peace; The mountains and the hills Shall break forth into singing before you, And all the trees of the field shall clap their hands.

Instead of the thorn shall come up the cypress tree, And instead of the brier shall come up the myrtle tree; And it shall be to the Lord for a name, For an everlasting sign that shall not be cut off.”

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revlyncox · 1 month

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Covenant 2024

Covenants rather than creeds are the glue that holds Unitarian Universalism together as a faith. This sermon was presented to The Unitarian Society in East Brunswick, with quotes from covenants that are specific to that congregation, March 17, 2024.

Gardeners get a little gleam in our eyes about this time of year, when the soil can be worked but we’re not quite at the point of the average last frost. We are making plans! Some of our seeds have arrived, or even might be sprouting up at the windowsill. We will try innovative techniques, new seed varieties, a smarter layout! This will be the year we keep ahead of the garden chores and nothing will go wrong!

But, of course, as we heard from bell hooks last month, “there is no all-the-time-right.” When approaching relationships with living systems, one anticipates failure, surprise, and adaptation. Mystery and correction and reconciliation are part of the process.

A few years ago, I tried growing a different variety of cucumbers in my garden. The bush kind I usually grow in containers were all right, but I decided to grow cucumbers in a raised bed where they had a little more room. I chose climbing cucumbers. They didn’t seem that different at first. They climbed on the A-frame trellis and spread out broad leaves. But then they kept going. I added a few bamboo stakes next to the trellis. Then they started climbing on the sunflowers next to them.

At the end of July, the sunflowers were done blooming, so I cut the flower heads off and saved a few seeds that the squirrels hadn’t gotten. I couldn’t cut the sunflower stalks because they were now part of a network of climbing cucumber vines. Cutting back the sunflowers meant more light, and the cucumbers really took off. I made little zip lines of string from the high stalks to the fence for the vines to climb along, added more bamboo stakes, and generally encouraged the little tendrils to grab anything that wasn’t a tomato plant. I provided some of the structure that keeps the whole thing up, and some of the support grew from within.

By the end of the summer, there were bridges and archways, twine and vines and fruit, all held in a delicate balance. Watching this system grow and self-correct and find stability in motion was nerve-wracking sometimes as I wondered how to keep supporting all this abundance, and it also brought me wonder and excitement.

In an earth-honoring spiritual path, the equinox is a good time to dive into gratitude, and to let that gratitude help us to find balance. It is a good time to gather in community, celebrate the seeds and the compost that we hold in stewardship from the past, and widen the circle to welcome more people into abundance. Getting in closer proximity with each other, we remember that being in community actually takes some practice, and it’s a good idea to have some agreements about how we will be together. In a garden, it’s a good idea to have boundaries like fences, supports like trellises, and a regular practice of stepping back to see how everything affects and connects with everything else. In a spiritual community, it’s a good idea to be aware of and to maintain our covenants.

Exploring covenant is vital to Unitarian Universalism because it goes straight to the heart of how we understand ourselves as a people. We bind ourselves in union through covenant, not through creeds. We don’t have to believe the same things about the nature of divinity or the universe, we do need to have a common understanding about what it means to demonstrate respect for each other’s inherent worth and dignity. The word covenant helps us see the transcendent aspect of our shared spiritual life, the larger context for the commitments we make as a community.

Honoring covenant goes way back in Unitarian Universalist history, even before Unitarianism and Universalism were organized in America. The idea of covenant was deeply embedded in the reformations of the sixteenth century, movements that recognized religious freedom and were skeptical of dictators who imposed faith by political decree. Covenants are essential to the spirit of a free religion.

Covenant is mutual. Entering into a covenant means we believe ourselves and the people with whom we are in relationship to be rational enough to make the promises outlined in the covenant. It means we accept shared responsibility; everybody has a role in keeping those promises. Entering means all of the covenanted people have the freedom and the capacity to accept the duties of that relationship.

At first glance, we might think that duty and freedom are opposing forces. Let’s take another look at this. Accepting duties is not the same thing as being coerced to follow orders. Covenant is not compatible with coercion. If we are going to declare ourselves free to make choices, we take on all of the implications of those choices. On the other hand, if we obey our whims and impulses, we aren’t really free, we are tied to consequences that we didn’t consciously choose.

To give another example, if we feel that there are life-and-death punishments to joining the correct political party or religious group or gang, that’s coercion. If we freely choose to take on the obligations of a group, to make commitments for a shared mission and mutual wellbeing, that has the makings of a covenant. Obligation and freedom make an inseparable pair.

To use an example of a covenant that many people are familiar with, at least by observation if not direct experience, let’s take marriage or life partnership. Covenants in marriage can be life giving in the right circumstances. Our Unitarian Universalist understanding of covenanted adult relationships honors the agency of each person in the relationship. We trust that adults who choose to become a family understand themselves and each other as free and capable of making decisions and taking on long-term obligations. We don’t see one partner as the lifelong authority and another partner (or partners) as helpless. A Unitarian Universalist practice of partnership requires mutual respect, free from coercion and fear.

In other words, the Unitarian Universalist understanding of covenant reflects our implicit affirmation of the inherent worth and dignity of every person. Whatever our gender, our culture, our gifts –and whomever we love—we see the capacity for covenant in every human being. Covenant reflects a worldview in which all people should be able to grow to their fullest potential, free from oppression and supported by mutual relationships.

Another ingredient in deep covenant making is time. In addition to the qualities of mutuality and respect, covenants carry far-reaching implications. Covenants are not simply agreements for immediate mutual benefit. We enter into them steeped in our own histories, and we recognize that the effects of the covenants we make will resonate after we are gone.

I think about the long-term nature of covenant in Unitarian Universalism when we celebrate child dedications. A child dedication is a ceremony of welcome for a baby or a young child. During the ceremony, those who are present make promises about the ways in which they will dedicate themselves to a specific child or children. These ceremonies can be private, but they are usually done during a Sunday service, because the congregation has promises to make, not just the parents. If there are older siblings or other children from the congregation at the ceremony, I outline the ways they can dedicate themselves to the new child. All of us have responsibilities when it comes to creating communities where young people can thrive. The child doesn’t usually choose to be dedicated, but our choice to support them means they will have what they need to make an informed choice when they are ready. To support them until they get there, we make a place where young people can be grounded in the community and the tradition that covenants around them as children.

The ripples of responsibility in a covenant of child dedication don’t just emanate outward from one child. Each time we dedicate ourselves to being a nurturing community, our promises lead to nurturing everyone in our community. We take on obligations that affect future generations. When new members join, they, too, become part of the network of mutual responsibility.

If you weren’t dedicated here or your children weren’t dedicated here, the promises we make still apply. I believe that belonging to this congregation—adding your time, talent, and treasure to this covenant—will bring individual blessings and benefits. I also believe that it’s not really about us as individuals. By covenanting together, we become stewards of blessing for future generations, we become a sanctuary that will save the lives of people we haven’t yet met.

This sense of longevity also extends to other covenants made as a congregation. When I shared the Wonder Box earlier, I quoted a few lines from the covenant of right relations of this congregation. It is hanging in the foyer outside the sanctuary. The congregation can certainly choose to review or amend or replace this covenant, because covenants are living agreements. Meanwhile, we have a continuous line of care from the framers of that covenant to the present. Even for those of us who were not here when it was written, the congregation’s covenant of right relations is still something we enter into, something we agree to in order to keep this community healthy.

The covenant of right relations for this congregation says, among other things:

As members and friends of this Unitarian Universalist congregation, we affirm that our community is founded on openness, trust, respect, and love. In our time together–in meetings and conversations and worship and work–we covenant with one another to freely explore our values and honor our diversity as a source of communal strength.

Covenants bring us into something that is larger than ourselves, probably a larger something that will outlive us.

So far, I have talked about covenants as promises built on mutual relationship and respect. I’ve talked about the long-term implications of covenants. Another aspect of covenant that sets it apart from an everyday contract is the space for growth and reconciliation.

Covenants are about living relationships. The covenants we form together as a congregation make us accountable to our best selves. We notice when we’re not living up to our values together. At the same time, we know that none of us can be perfect all the time. We leave room for each other to try things we’re not so good at. If we were to have a disagreement or a temporary breach, the relationship among us would lead us to gently speak the truth in love, figure out where we needed to heal, and to re-enter the covenant. Covenants give us something to live up to, and also a place to come home when we don’t quite live up to our ideals.

The congregational covenant of right relations here says we will:

accept responsibility for my individual acts and interactions;

in all encounters, speak for myself, from my own experience;

allow others to speak for themselves;

The list goes on, but not too long. I encourage you to review the entire thing.

Similarly, the Board has a covenant to guide its work, additional agreements that are nested within the larger agreement of the congregational covenant. The points of that agreement include commitments to:

listen to each other thoughtfully and for mutual understanding, with open mind and heart, even when our own ideas are challenged;

speak directly, respectfully, and honestly with each other, aiming to “stay at the table” even in times of conflict;

And the Board covenant closes with this paragraph:

Aware that all of us have the potential to fall short of any covenantal promise, we aim to accept and forgive failures, our own and each other’s. We recognize that each of us holds responsibility and power to call each other back to covenant when missteps are made. We covenant not to misuse this power and to responsibly speak directly to one another when covenant is being stretched or broken, recognizing that there can sometimes be a gap between intention and impact.

Both covenants, the congregational and the Board, call for a balance of speaking and listening, for a balance of resiliency and courage, for a balance of making amends and offering grace. Creating opportunities for acknowledgement of harm and return to right relationship is intrinsic to the design of a living covenant.

This is not to say that injuries that break covenants don’t hurt. Of course we feel hurt when we disappoint ourselves and each other. But that doesn’t have to be the end of the story. Some of us believe that all of the Divinity in the universe is right here in this world, in the present moment. The relationships we’re in are the ones we’ve got. Human beings are too precious for us to lose each other if we have a choice. Space for growth and reconciliation is part of the deal.

Making covenants can be intimidating. They are mutual, requiring us to think seriously about our freedoms and responsibilities, demanding that we explore the meaning of respect for our partners in covenant. Covenants are created in an interdependent context, with a past and a future. We enter into them, knowing that our promises will mean something to those who come later. Covenants leave room for growth and forgiveness. We have to face up to our own imperfections.

I think it is worth it. Covenants respect our power and that of our beloveds to make decisions and to take on obligations. Covenants help us to be mindful of the effects our actions have on future generations. Covenants are rooted in the wisdom that some of the things that are broken can be healed.

Like my cucumbers, healthy communities need support and boundaries. Like my cucumbers, when we offer those things to each other, we can be surprised by the vibrancy of what develops, and by the connections that form in support of growth.

As a covenanted, spiritual, human community; we have chosen the joys of human relationships, the pride of respect for human dignity, the vision of future generations, and the comfort of a reconciling Spirit of Life. This is what it means to belong to a free religious faith. May our covenant-making long endure.

So be it. Blessed be. Amen.

#unitarian universalism

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So everyone knows that there's no evidence "the blood of the covenant is thicker than the water of the womb" was the "original" saying right. That it came from a book in 2005 that cited no sources and no one's been able to find that quote in common use, while they've found centuries of uses of "blood is thicker than water" in the family usage. That we've found the earliest known usage of the phrase and it means what it's used to mean now

Like it's incredible that some writer was able to make up a history of a common saying that empowered "well, actually" people to constantly correct people & imply centuries worth of people were dolts who didn't understand "the real meaning" when there's no proof it was ever a phrase at all

#history #language #words

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lampmanliveblogs · 1 year

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Uh oh.

Looks like the Blight siblings are grounded. That’s not good, Amity’s gotta be there. If not as part of the Hexside Alliance, then to help Luz out. Luz is gonna need all the power of love she can get to protagonist her way through this.

Although… this might help them convince Alador to flip that switch.

I feel like I should make a joke, hold on…

Odalia: ”Hiding behind trash, Amity?” Amity: ”I apologize, I mistook it for you.” Amity: ”Oh, I’m sorry, I was dumpster diving for a better mother figure.” Amity: ”I think it’s unfair that you’re calling me out for hiding behind a bunch of trash when Ed and Em are still hiding behind a massive pile of garbage. Oh wait, that’s just you.”

You can now cross ”Character quote” off your Lampman Bingo card.

Meanwhile, over at… I think they were in Latissa? Meanwhile over at the CAtTs headquarters, the briefing of the big plan is just about to begin. The reason why I paused here instead of listening to the whole thing is because I noticed something odd.

Correct me if I’m wrong, but… have we ever before seen Eberwolf sitting normally before? I didn’t know you had it in you buddy.

Anyways, I guess I should also mention that Eda advised King to keep his status as a Titan a secret for now. Child of a god-like giant or not, he’s still just a little guy. And unless he gets a surprise growth spurt in the next few hours or so, he’s gonna stay a little guy.

Oh, and they got their hands on some coven scout disguises which will no doubt be useful in the Plan. Let’s hear it Sickan.

The plan itself seems sound enough. But remember what I said before? About how a heist where the audience knows the plan beforehand will inevitably go wrong? It’s not going to be that easy, is what I’m saying.

Like I predicted, the plan relies on using Eda’s curse to corrupt the spell and cancel it out. The tricky part is that she will have to take over the role as Bard Coven Head Witch, including the sigil. Not sure how they’re gonna go about that, Eda does not have a great track record when it comes to disguises. None of them know any illusion magic either… well, maybe Steve knows some. He’s the only one with access to any type of magic.

I like that Lilith offers to take Eda’s place as she now shares the curse with her. She doesn’t get to finish her sentence, but I feel like she wants to do it to apologize again for the curse, and perhaps more importantly, redeem herself for all the bad things she did as part of the Emperor’s Coven.

As Eda points out though, Lilith has only had the curse for a little while and she doesn’t know how to control it properly. I’m just saying, we haven’t seen her with a cool harpy mode (even thought it would be totally awesome)

And don’t think I don’t notice how uncomfortable Raine looks, they’re clearly not happy about Eda being put on the frontline. I get they want to protect her, but Eda is an adult who can make her own choices. And, well… the world is at stake here.

Oh, and I almost forgot! Darius mentions that Belos made sure there are replacements for all of the Head Witches. Presumably if one of them calls in sick. Hey, it’s that time of the year now, everyone’s been sick.

And, well… do we know of any method Belos has used to replace people in the past?

Grimwalkers, I talking about grimwalkers.

Okay, I guess I DON’T get to find out what Luz’ palisman is this episode, because she made an egg for it to hatch from. Still, you know what hatches from eggs? Titans! King got his wish from last episode after all!

Also, birds hatch from eggs, so it might still be a bird like I predicted.

The previous shot showed this weird little family embracing each other lovingly. This one shows them more from a distance, smaller, and with the Emperor’s airships moving slowly overhead, as if to symbolize the enormity of what they’re up against.

While Eda and the other grown-ups of off to save the world, Luz and King will head off to rescue Amity (and I guess Ed & Em can come along too). Luz hesitates, as she wants to be there too, and lets face it, she’s the main character, she’s going to be there once all the action goes down.

(boy, will i look like a fool if it turns out Luz never makes it to the head in time)

#the owl house #liveblog #the owl house liveblog #toh s2e20 #clouds on the horizon

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covens-of-correct-quotes · 2 years

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Lilith: Why are you late?

 Darius: A technical error occurred, causing an unexpectedly long bout of unconsciousness.

 Lilith: Overslept?

 Darius: Overslept.

#darius deamonne #lilith clawthorne #toh #the owl house #incorrect quotes #correct coven quotes #source: unknown

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deafmangoes · 1 year

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An Album of Christmas Carols - 5

It's time. The one you've all been waiting for. Somehow universally seen as the best adaptation of Dickens' classic.

"A Muppet Christmas Carol" (1992, Michael Caine)

This was the first full-length adaptation of A Christmas Carol that I recall ever watching, and has pretty much been my favourite to rewatch ever since. I was actually so used to this version that the first time I saw a different one I was confused why there weren't two Marleys.

We open with a sweep over London and an introduction to our narrator, Gonzo the Great Charles Dickens, and his friend Rizzo the Rat. From Brooklyn, NYC. The addition of the narrator is a clever touch (and, I suspect, the only way they could think to use Gonzo), and marks this adaptation as the most "book-accurate", according to the BBC (due to the large amount of text quoted directly from the novella).

Michael Caine really epitomises the role for me. Soft-spoken but hard. Trigger temper. Intimidating and heartless. After the opening song, early scenes with Nephew Fred, the charity men, Kermit Cratchit (and the other bookkeepers), he departs home and Cratchit sings a song that gets stuck in my head around this time every damn year.

Ghosts? Ghosts!

Back home, the doorknocker very creatively morphs into (Jacob) Marley's face. I don't know how they did it. Maybe vacuumed it but reversed the footage. We only get a brief bit of the other 'tells' before Jacob (and Robert) Marley appear to heckle their old business partner. Their song is great, probably my favourite part of the film.

"Doomed, Scrooge! You're doomed for all time / Your future is a horror story written by your crimes / Your chains are forged by what you say and do / So have your fun, when life is done a nightmare waits for you!"

Christmas Past looks to me like the thing that comes out of the Ark of the Covenant in Indiana Jones, right before it turns into the angel of death and kills all the Nazis. And because of that, I never feel very comfortable while it's on-screen. Weird childlike angel spirit whatsit.

(In the outtakes, Gonzo manages to get his grappling hook through his own head. The puppeteers play it off wonderfully).

The scenes in the school are hilarious to me, particularly Sam the Eagle's two major jokes:

"Work hard lad, and some day your life will be as solid as this very building!"

/Gonzo and Rizzo break the shelf in the background

"Hrm. I've been meaning to fix that shelf."

And of course:

"You'll love business. It's the American way!"

/Gonzo corrects Sam

"Ah. Hrm. It is the British way!"

Fozziwig's party is shown, where the filmmakers manage to fit in all the other Muppets they'd be hard-pressed to place, like Doctor Teeth's band and the Swedish Chef. Rizzo ends up on fire for the first, but not the last, time this film.

Now, depending on when you were introduced to this film you may or may not realise there's a big emotional award-bait song here after Belle breaks up with Scrooge. It was in the original cut, and the VHS edition, but got cut for broadcast. When DVDs were first printed, the master had been lost so you could only get the version without the song. Apparently it's now back on Disney+ as an extra.

The song isn't all that, to be honest, but without it the reprise later in the film doesn't hit quite right, so... Swings and roundabouts. Past departs, Scrooge is deposited back in bed, just in time for...

... Okay, this might be controversial, but. Christmas Present is the weakest part of the film. The costume is impressive, and made specifically for this film (well, all three ghosts were), and the song is nice, but this version of the ghost just doesn't have the sarcastic bite that I enjoy so much. Even when he does deliver the ironic echo to Scrooge, it sounds out-of-place precisely because he's been nothing but 'nice' up until that point.

Anyway. We get Nephew Fred's party and the Cratchit's Christmas (the second time Rizzo ends up on fire), with the scene-stealing Miss Piggy giving it her all as Emily Cratchit. "It's a chef thing, dear" was a very common refrain around our house when we were eating something out-of-turn.

As Present fades away, Scrooge is left with the tall, ominous Ghost of Christmas Yet To Come, who speaks entirely in deep bassoon audio cues. The tone of the film shifts considerably in this segment, so much so they even have Gonzo and Rizzo depart to make it more serious. Old Joe and the others who benefit from Scrooge's death are all creatively shown as vermin and carrion feeders - a spider, a moth, a crow and a bug*.

(*Well, she's described as a potato in Muppet's Treasure Island, but eh).

The Cratchit household sans Tim is a sad place and Scrooge can only bear so much of it before tearfully confronting his own mortality and begging repentance from the mute spirit.

Then, of course, it's Christmas Day! He hasn't missed it! Scrooge engages the services of the caroller seen previously to haul an absolutely massive turkey downtown. In a departure from the book, he stops only briefly at Fred's to deliver presents then goes directly to the Cratchit household, where Miss Piggy violently threatens him. Misunderstandings cleared up, Scrooge helpfully invites half of the entire city of London into this one-up, one-down Camden house and we close out on everyone singing a happy reprise of Belle's "you suck and I'm breaking up with you" song.

Highlights and Humbugs

Despite anything I said above about the film's few flaws, they really are very few and far between. The serious, professional acting of Caine opposite the Muppets is the thing that sells the whole film, and I really wish they'd do more of this sort of classic literary adaptation.

It also holds a special place in the hearts of those who worked on the film - it was the first Muppets outing after Jim Henson, the creator of the original show, had died. The cast were unsure if they should or even could continue without him, though Jim's son, Brian Henson, was encouraged by co-creator Frank Oz to take up the puppets and the result was this masterpiece. Michael Caine has also spoken about this being one of his favourite roles, and how easy it was to forget that he was acting against puppets.

The songs are great. The jokes are funny. The effects hold up. The core of the story shines through. It's just a very good version overall.

10 out of 10 Humbugs. Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night.

#deafmangoes #dickens december #a christmas carol #muppets christmas carol #michael caine #ebenezer scrooge #jacob marley #scrooge

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lordofthestrix · 11 months

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Assumption: Tristan has the most interaction with his sire over the centuries of the Trinity

Send Me Your Assumptions About My Muse. and I’ll respond with “Correct”, “Nope”, or “Kinda”. Hmm...Maybe but not by much. There is this one scene that shows they crossed paths at least once after Tristan's compulsion vanished. But do I think this occurred many times if at all following this occasion? Not really. In no small part because I need to justify this line from Elijah: "I am not the fun-loving, social butterfly you may recall." You can easily make the case they are both aware of elements surrounding the other. Elijah is always very knowledgeable concerning facets of the Strix that more than likely belong to Tristan's leadership of the group. He knows about their favorite mystical poisons. He knows Tristan's invitations work with blood. He knows the backstory of some members that doesn't precisely sound like his type (Shen Min) On a similar note, Tristan arrives to New Orleans reciting the last private chapters of Elijah's life as if talking about a very public soap opera. And I would say he definitely could have pointed at Elijah's location on a map at any point following the revelation of their shared fate. Although I could say the same thing about Rebekah. Nevertheless I think that's mostly it. Mutual knowledge acquired from a distance. An added point of curiosity. Surprisingly enough, when it comes to Tristan, or Tristan's people at least, and the Mikaelson, Kol is the one I could most easily accommodate a missing episode of the past for. He has this quote that leaves me considering: "But do you have any idea how dangerous that spell is? I haven't seen anything even remotely like it since... The Strix coven."

I realize part of Kol's character is being very experienced in magic but I still think that you probably need one or two personal encounters to be able to recognize the specific brand of a coven that only acts in association with a secret society.

#Out of eternity

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sound-under-the-sea · 2 years

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Coven Scout: What time is it?  Steve: I don’t know, pass me that saxaphone and we’ll find out  Steve: *BLASTS the saxaphone*  Lilith: WHO THE FUCK IS PLAYING THE SAXAPHONE AT TWO IN THE FUCKING MORNING?! Steve: It’s 2 am.

#lilith clawthorne #toh steve #coven scout #the owl house #toh #incorrect quotes #totally correct coven quotes #shennanigans in the emperor’s coven #source: unknown

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Hi I saw your recent post about some problematic aspects in the pagan/heathen/witch community. I noticed you said you are swedish and there were a few (very minor) typos in your post. I hope you don't find me presumptuous but I retyped it without the typos/grammar errors if you want, however if you feel this is out of line or you don't really care then my apologies, I don't want to offend you. If you are interested I am pasting the edited version below, but also feel free to ignore. (I really enjoyed the post also, it brought up a lot of really good points and the grammar errors were pretty minor)

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A while back ago I had a lil rant about the pagan/heathen/witch community and made this list with my friend about some problematic aspects about our craft/faith/practise or whatever you call it to help people who are new to it.

Idk if it any of worth or if anyone will bother to read all this but I hope its somehow helpful for you new ones to this path.

(Pardon my 🇬🇧, I’m a 🇸🇪)

1. Not every polytheist does magic or has an interest in it and that’s ok.

2. Not every norse heathen knows runes or has to know every Rune and meanings to have a meaningful relation to the gods and nature.

3. Not every raven is a sign of Odin, sometimes it just means you saw a raven and that’s just as good if not better if you ask me.

4. Being able to quote havamal in old norse or know every myth and kenning of the gods is good but does not mean you have a stronger spiritual connection the land and the gods than those who don’t know it all. It just means you are good at reading. And that in itself is something you should take pride in.

5. A good acorn and some dirt is just as good if not better than any long ritual with ancient chantings surrounded by a collection of crystals.

6. The pebble you find on a walk can shine just as fine on your altar, as the amethyst that was mined and paid for.

7. Your altar doesn’t have to look Nice, it just needs to feel Nice.

8. An offering doesn’t have to be big to work. It just has to mean something.

9. Offering one loaf of bread you baked with your own two hands, is worth more than five loafs you paid someone to bake.

10. Just because a pebble doesn’t have a story, does not mean it never had one. And just because a star has a story, does not mean it’s a good one.

11. If all nature is holy, that includes the parts you don’t like or find nasty. Yes, even ticks and spiders, mud and hornets. No one said you had to like holy things.

12. Your body is a temple yes, but you and only you decide what rites and offerings are right for the god within said temple.

13. You can still be a drunk horny ape and be spiritual.

14. No illustration of the gods is more correct or more true to their form.

But then there is no guarantee everyone will see who its meant to be. And that’s ok.

15. Doing spiritual junk and practising magic or healing does not make you more enlightened...

16. Just because you wrote a book about magic, healing, and spiritual matters, does not make it a good book or you a good author.

17. Just because someone you look up to said it, does not make it more right. It just means they said it.

18. Making this list to remind the pagan/witch/heathen community to humble themselves does not make me better. I’m also doing this to just remind myself. I’m not better or wiser than any of you lot.

19. Don’t ever expect to have your craft respected if you don’t give that same respect back to others.

20. It does not matter how old or big your coven or group is, if it has toxic and harmful parts that clearly hurt and or make people unhappy. Then its ok to criticize it. Age or size does not make it untouchable.

21. If a craft or faith says it’s all about nature but can’t change its ways, then it has clearly missed a very important thing about how nature works.

22. Every rock is an altar and every forest is a temple.

23. For every horn of mead you offer to the gods, you should plant at least one seed.

24. If all in this world has a spirit and is alive, does not mean you can’t take space and exist and live in it.

25. It’s not about believing. It’s about to experience and to perceive. That, if you ask me, is the core of animism and polytheism.

Oh thank you! No I dont mind at all! Im just flatterd you took the time to help me out! Very kind of you whom ever you are ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Tis time, friends.

Time to talk and flesh out an AU!!!

Vamp/Vamp Hunter (Intruality) AU

Let's go!

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Now, first, I'd like to talk about who the Sides (+Emile and Remy) are character wise in the AU.

The vampires are Virgil, Janus, Remus and Roman.

(ignore that Virgil's hood makes him look wider than the others, it's so his hair doesn't fly out from behind it-)

Going into "detail", I've figured ages out for everyone so...

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Virgil Astra, birthdate unknown.

Vampire.

Last known age: 525 years.

Gender Logged: Male

He was probably around to create the goth and emo cultures. Also ripped his jeans once, said "eh" and created that trend.

100% got turned into a vampire by Roman because "fuck death by natural shit, lemme help alleviate that fear-" and he said "hot guy, less reason to panic... Hell yeah."

Also probably the most likely to go ape shit at lack of food. Don't ask about the mass murder of May 1698. You will 💀.

Super gay. Had a fling with Hercules Mulligan. He doesn't kiss and tell though.

Janus Draco, birthdate unknown.

Vampire.

Last Known Age: 879 years.

Gender Logged: Male (Note: Subject prefers They/Them pronouns as of year 2016. Possible transition to a non-binary gender alignment?)

Was so ready to stab a bitch in the revolution. Which one? You decide, they've seen most of them.

Yeah, they're male. Yes, they would rather you use they/them pronouns. No, the files are not correct about a transition.

Hella gay. Also tends to use his looks on the gay hunters to off them and provide comfort to his little 4-person-coven. Oh, and other vampires I guess.

Has fallen in actual love to three people. All of which he was lucky were not hunters. One of which he turned, but was abandoned by for a "stronger" vampire and his coven.

Remus Wharton, birthdate unknown.

Vampire

Last Known Age: 870

Gender Logged: Male

Great fire of London? First massacre of a race? Jeffrey Dahmer? Yeah, he was involved some how. He won't ever tell how. He just was.

Despite being gay (and honestly into really gross things), has not had many romantic or sexual relations. Can count on one hand.

Roman dared him to eat deodorant once. He did. He claims it was 20 pounds well spent.

May or may not have contributed to the monster fucking community once internet was made by writing a bunch of stories under thousands of pseudonyms. The art community as well once he learned how to make decent digital art.

"Cthulhu ain't ever been as hot as I made him look." "Remus, he's got tits." "Did I stutter?"

Roman Wharton, birthdate unknown.

Vampire.

Last Known Age: 870

Gender Logged: Male

Gay. Gay as fuck. Dude is probably part of the reason the monster fucker breed exists.

Virgil is his mate for life, but he doesn't mind the casual hook up. Besides, Roman and Virgil agreed to an open relationship. As long as details are shared, they could care less what humans the other fucks.

He 100% helped Lin Manuel Miranda write Hamilton to be queer coded for Hamilton and Laurens. He was there after all, he saw the gay eyes between them. Also he may or may not have comforted Laurens at the wedding party after all the drinks he had 👀

His coven = his life. Yeah, he may not like Janus, but Janus saved him and Remus and let Virgil join, so I mean... Mad respect, even if he don't like the guy. Also they may have had a bad fling, so- ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

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Next we have the hunters: Emile, Logan and Patton.

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Hunter: Patton Morgan Picani

Age: 24

Gender: Male

Hunter Level: 2

Patton is bby. He tried his hardest to not be treated as such, and has even made it to Hunter Rank 2 (which isn't low ranking. It's a reverse counting system [rank 5 = newb or worst, rank 1 = master or best]. He's very thankful.)

He's taken down a lot of vampires and other mean monsters to save humanity. He has also done less then reputable things to get close to said monsters and would rather not talk about those moments, thank you.

Blames himself for Logan's blind eye. It was his first rank 2 mission, he got paired with Logan and a vampire got him distracted while the other vampire nearby attacked Logan. Both vampires escaped, but thankfully those two weren't their mission, so it didn't cause them demerits.

He's like... Repressed gay? By-the-book hunter parents make being gay not exactly good? And despite them no longer being in the world of the living, it's hard for him to openly be himself in that way. However, Logan, Emile and Emile's boyfriend do all know.

Hunter: Emile Bennie Picani

Age: 32

Gender: Male

Rank: 2.5 (close to rank up)

He is literally so sweet. Man has saved over 1,000,000 lives. And sometimes even sends fucking care packages to the villages he saves. Bby... 🥺

Hella gay. Dude is also really open about it. His love is his rock. :3

Is also super well versed in medical treatment. Tended to Logan's eye not long after the attack. Logan has him to thank for not needing a glass eye or eye patch.

Loves his little brother. Patton is his only living family currently. So forgive him if he feels uncomfortable with Patton going on solo missions at Rank 2, where almost every monster or vampire is a huge threat to a community. He just wants to keep his brother safe.

Hunter: Logan Edgar Kowalski

Age: 30

Gender: Male

Rank: 2

Logan is book smart. He knows creatures powers, and can usually discern what a creature is after seeing it's interactions for a few minutes. He's also a secret buff guy.

Logan is so fucking gay, but has learned to push his feelings aside enough to not let it hinder his work. That being said...

The vampires who came at him and Patton at the end of that one mission actually were not the attackers. There was some sort of rogue vampire who was actively seeking out queer Vampires to try and kill them. The one vampire dodged out of the way of an attack and Logan got hit. The one vampire, however, drained the poison from Logan's system with as little blood taken as possible, so he's kinda grateful. Didn't stop Patton from chasing them off and everything because "they attacked you." He also may or may not have fallen for said vamp who saved him and has a copy of the files for that vampire and their coven.

He has not told anyone besides Emile and his boyfriend that the vampire saved his life from certain death that night, since no one else would believe him. He's thankful that Emile and the other did believe him and offered to give him advice should he encounter them again.

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Lastly. Remy. He's actually... Very different.

Hunter: Remy Vaughn Reagen

Age: 150

Gender: Male

Rank: Rogue Hunter

Reason for denial for Hunter Guild entry: Turnt and raised by vampire.

Reason for Hunter license allowance: Has proven ability to control Vampiric side and tendencies, as well as having shown true allegiance to humanity.

Remy is Emile's boyfriend. (Big shocker, I know. /sar)

Hella gay.

Was saved by a loner vampire when 4 years old from terminal illness by being turnt. Was then raised by said vampire to become a vampire hunter of evil monsters and vampires.

Actually doesn't drink blood straight. Needs to have it mixed with coffee. He's found a way to use coffee as a blood substitute as well, so he drinks blood maybe once every 3 months?

Is absolutely a menace.

Over protective of Emile. His mate, no touch.

Loves his soon-to-be brother-in-law. Patton is very pure and kind and Remy is like 96% sure that's what will kill him in the field.

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And with that... I'll do the ships later, this is a long enough post man. 😅😅😅

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