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Asteroid Spirit (37452)
This asteroid can indicate how your spirit guides are towards you also how your inner spirit it's. Most important aspects with a very close orbit (2-3 degrees conj) are the conjunction with the angles or personal planets, especially the luminaries (the Sun & the Moon).
Spirit in Aries: You have a very passionate and assertive spirit. Your spirit guides are very direct in the messages that they send you and they tend to be impatient with you when you don’t follow the path that they are showing to you. You came here in order to have determination in regards to your goals.
Spirit in Taurus: You spirit is relaxed and sensual. Your spirit guides prefer to let father time do his job and not intervene as much; they will get straightforward with their messages just in emergency type of situations. You need to learn to balance pleasure &work and see things in different perspective.
Spirit in Gemini: Your spirit is curios, fun and all over the place. Your spirit guides can be either someone very close to you from your family. They are very chatty and very expressive with their words. You are here to learn to communicate clearly and be adaptable in any situation.
Spirit in Cancer: Your spirit is nurturing and feminine. Your spirit guides are maternal figures from past life’s or from you ancestor line. They are very protective of you and they keep you away from toxic feminine figures. You are here to accept you psych gifts and develop your nurturing side.
Spirit in Leo: Your spirit is very light hearted and with a strong presence. Your spirit guides are probably a fatherly figure from past life’s or from your ancestor line. They have a very strong presence and like to spoil you sometimes. You came here to learn how to love yourself and accept your creative side.
Spirit in Virgo: Your spirit is optimistic and sweet. Your spirit guides are quite strict with you and direct with you but also incredible loyal to you, they often redirect your life to have healthier habits. You came here in order to learn to have a good routine, healthy life choices, be logical and practical in your everyday life.
Spirit in Libra: Your spirit is romantic and balanced. Your spirit guides are nurturing and loving but in the same time more distant. They know you need to go though specific situation in order to learn how to make better decisions in regards with your romantic and business partner. You came her to learn how to be balanced.
Spirit in Scorpio: Your spirit is mysterious, intense and determinate. Your spirit guides very loyal and can be quite vengeful in your behalf. They are guiding you towards transformation. You came here in order to develop your psych gifts, accept the unknow and let go of grudges and control.
Spirit in Sagittarius: Your spirit is generous and adventurous. Your spirit guides are highly intelligent and playful. They are guiding towards learning about spirituality/religion and in pursue of traveling and higher learning. You are here to develop your wisdom and have healthier mindsets.
Spirit in Capricorn: Your spirit is old and wise in this life time you are ripping of whatever karma you have from a previous life either good or bad. Your spirit guides are direct and don’t share many information’s with you. You are here to learn how to be realistic and disciplined.
Spirit in Aquarius: You spirit is eccentric and humanitarian. You spirit guides are very intelligent and always come up with new ideas in how to contact you. You are here to revolutionize a specific field and come up with innovator ideas also you need to learn to be part of the collective and enjoy the freedom.
Spirit in Pisces: Your spirit is very empathetic and creative. Your spirit guides are very attached to you and appear in your dreams. You are here to help guide others in their spiritual journey and develop your own psych gifts. You may have blocked you gifts when young if nobody guided you in that direction.
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until i found you
characters: albedo, kazuha, mona, xiao
style: fluff
song inspo: until i found you by stephen sanchez (it’s such a beautiful song :sobs:)
notes: reader is gender neutral, this is practically word vomit, not proofread, xiao’s part is pre-confession, i got a little lost writing for kazuha’s part, in mona’s part you and her are/were best friends, apologies for anything ooc im trying to test out writing for other characters, xiao’s karmic debt gets soothed by you (this is listed because i overuse this but i love it), lowercase intended
albedo
as it’s known, albedo’s not used to having to put up with relationships. but ever since you’ve walked into his life that seemed to change. first meeting him when he was doing an experiment and you offered to help. the way you’re patient and reassuring makes him feel warm inside despite being originally made from chalk. you made him feel human. and your eyes, he’d always wonder what makes them look so breathtaking. it may seem off, but in his perspective, your eyes shine like that of a shimmering star. and he would love to research about them too. especially your likes, dislikes, personality, all that jazz. you’re just a stunning person, a stunning mystery. something he’d like to learn more about. even going as far as to ask you questions relating to his research (aka you). and don’t be surprised when you find a painted canvas of yourself at your doorstep as well as a bouquet of your favorite flowers. this is his way of saying he loves you. even though he was taught of the ways of alchemy and other knowledge correlating to the world and is incapable to understand the concept of what love truly means. but with you by his side, maybe then will he know as time goes on.
kazuha
he always follows the wind, right? now, how about he views you as a maple leaf flying with the wind? yes, you mean that much to him. he owes you his life after everything you’ve done for him. before, when you trusted him enough to take him into your stead, not being afraid despite him wielding a blade, and let alone having a wanted samurai in your home! you cared enough to take care of him even after the explanations. you didn’t care, you just wanted to keep him safe. he is deeply grateful of your kind act. and yet can’t ignore that warm feeling in his heart. however overtime you knew he can’t stay in one spot, as he’s a wanderer. so when you both had to part ways and bid each other farewell when the hunting started to die down, he’d vowed he’ll see you again. to truly give you his thanks. and present time, he has! you reunited with him at an isolated flower field. it was no surprise that the winds led you both together again, in a beautiful atmosphere. that was when you two realized you have feelings for each other and were honest about them. both feeling relieved that the other has felt the same way. the maple leaf to his wind, the muse to his poems, and now nature will guide this relationship to go far and wide.
mona
mona believed that chance has brought you two together. the stars were aligned and clear, that you both were destined to be together. she cannot foretell her fate, but she can foretell yours. you know she’s an astrologer, and is always telling the truth of one’s fate no matter how saddening or shocking it is. because that’s the way of astrology, yes? mona’s afraid to disappoint you after knowing what your future would look like. she is this close to you and she wouldn’t want to ruin your shared bond. well, even after knowing the warnings, you still want to know what your future would be like. you don’t care if it’s good or bad, because the truth is the truth. and you trust mona. so when she performed a hydromancy for you, everything was crystal clear in mona’s eyes. mona had to stop and process what was displayed in front of her. the future is known, that you two are meant to be together. she was flustered and tried to keep her composure but failed courtesy of her pink blush plastered on her face. destiny can’t lie about this, it’s written in the stars. she even performed a divination to put the icing on the cake. again, destiny can’t lie about these things. your fates were sealed. but what mona missed on her scryglass is that you too, feel the same way. surprising how pure chance can lead two stars to intertwine, it’s such a beauty.
xiao
he won’t admit it, but your stubbornness won him over. whenever he keeps telling you to stay away from him because of his karmic debt you always stuck to him like glue. at first this was annoying to him, because you’re like a stain that’s unable to be cleaned. he finds it irritating to say the least because he’s just trying to keep you safe and yet here you are taking every chance to see him. but now, he’s at ease. he doesn’t mind the accompaniment. only if it’s you. he can’t help but wonder ‘how can a mortal be this persistent?’ and how your presence soothes him like that of a blanket enveloping him; ridding him of any karmic debt lingering within him. the feeling is warm and softer than the almond tofu he’s usually served at the inn. you even listened in to his past because he trusts you that much. and for you to give him a simple hug made his brain malfunction. sure, he isn’t used to physical contact, but this is different. it cleanses him of his debt, the screams in his head subsided, it’s quiet. he closes his eyes and his arms shakily moved on their own and wrapped themselves around you as well. ‘thank you.’ is what he said. he tightened the hug a little while you rubbed circles around his back. he doesn’t understand how can a mortal like yourself be this sympathetic towards a yaksha who had done terrible things in the past and yet you showed bits and pieces of comfort despite it all. you understood him. because of this he silently promised himself that he will always protect you no matter how small or insignificant the matter is and to always be there for you. and maybe someday, he will realize his feelings for you. maybe someday he will realize he does have a purpose. this is the first step in changing xiao’s thoughts towards himself, and to you. and you’re right there to see it all.
an: so here’s the second upload for today! surprise surprise! i hope my word vomit will do your hearts justice because one time i’ve made my english teacher cry and be impressed by writing something similar to these,,, but anyways, i hope you enjoyed reading this little something and i’ll be going to bed now good night :)
#✏️ lume writes#genshin#genshin impact#genshin x reader#genshin impact x reader#albedo x reader#kazuha x reader#kaedehara kazuha x reader#mona x reader#xiao x reader#albedo x you#kazuha x you#kaedehara kazuha x you#mona x you#xiao x you#genshin fluff#genshin impact fluff
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Shadow of the Bear
Plot: Nikolai, the retired Russian military veteran turned AI, finds himself unexpectedly reactivated by TF141 for a mission shrouded in mystery. As he reconnects with his former comrades, he discovers that a series of cyber attacks on global security systems have been traced back to a long-dormant Russian military AI program, one that Nikolai himself was once a part of.
Nikolai stood in his modest kitchen, the aroma of freshly brewed coffee filling the air. He poured himself a cup, the rich, dark liquid providing a comforting start to the day. As he leaned against the countertop, clad in his favorite bomber jacket and jeans, his mind drifted to the mission ahead.
Retirement hadn't quite agreed with Nikolai. Sure, the quiet moments were nice, but he missed the adrenaline rush of the field, the camaraderie of his fellow soldiers. So when the call came from TF141, he didn't hesitate to answer.
Sipping his coffee, Nikolai glanced at the clock. Anya would be arriving soon. She was a force to be reckoned with, sharp and skilled, with a determination that matched his own. Together, they made a formidable team, even if their banter occasionally bordered on the edge of annoyance.
Just as Nikolai finished his coffee, there was a knock at the door. He grinned, setting the mug down and striding over to answer it. Anya stood on the doorstep, a smirk playing on her lips.
"Right on time, as always," Nikolai remarked, stepping aside to let her in.
Anya rolled her eyes, but there was a hint of amusement in her gaze. "You know me, punctuality is my middle name."
As they made their way to the living room, Nikolai shed his bomber jacket, opting for a simple t-shirt instead. Anya settled herself on the couch, her eyes scanning the room with practiced precision.
"So, what's the plan?" she asked, getting straight to the point.
Nikolai sank into an armchair opposite her, crossing his arms thoughtfully. "We've got intel on a meeting happening tonight. Top brass from the organization we're after will be there. We need to infiltrate, gather as much information as we can, and get out before anyone realizes we were there."
Anya nodded, her expression serious. "Sounds like a typical Tuesday for us."
Nikolai chuckled, the tension in the room easing slightly. "Indeed. But this time, we're up against some heavy hitters. We'll need to be on our A-game."
With a shared glance, Nikolai and Anya knew they were ready for whatever challenges lay ahead. As they finalized their plans, the thrill of the mission coursed through them, adrenaline pumping in their veins.
With determination in their hearts and coffee still lingering on their lips, Nikolai and Anya set out into the night, ready to confront danger head-on and emerge victorious once more.
As Nikolai and Anya made their way to the meeting location, they kept a low profile, blending seamlessly into the bustling city streets. The air crackled with anticipation, the weight of their mission hanging heavy in the night.
As they approached the designated building, Nikolai motioned for Anya to take the lead, her keen instincts guiding them through the shadows. With practiced precision, they slipped inside, navigating the labyrinthine corridors with ease.
Their target was a high-level meeting taking place on the top floor, guarded by layers of security. But Nikolai and Anya were undeterred, their years of training and experience lending them an air of confidence as they closed in on their objective.
As they reached the door to the meeting room, Nikolai signaled for Anya to stand back, preparing to breach the room with controlled precision. With a nod, she readied her weapon, her gaze steady and focused.
With a swift kick, Nikolai burst through the door, his senses on high alert as he assessed the situation within. The room was filled with high-ranking officials, their voices hushed as they discussed their nefarious plans.
Without hesitation, Nikolai and Anya sprang into action, their movements fluid and coordinated as they subdued the guards and secured the area. With the room under their control, they began to gather vital intelligence, their hands moving swiftly as they searched for clues.
But just as they thought they had the upper hand, a sudden commotion erupted outside the building, signaling the arrival of reinforcements. Nikolai and Anya exchanged a grim look, knowing that their window of opportunity was rapidly closing.
With a sense of urgency, they collected the remaining documents and data, their hearts pounding in their chests as they prepared to make their escape. But as they reached the exit, they were met with a formidable adversary, a shadowy figure from Nikolai's past, determined to see him fail.
In a tense standoff, Nikolai and Anya faced off against their opponent, their determination unwavering as they fought tooth and nail to emerge victorious. With skill and tenacity, they managed to outmaneuver their foe, securing their escape and vanishing into the night.
As they made their way back to safety, adrenaline still coursing through their veins, Nikolai and Anya shared a weary smile, knowing that they had once again thwarted disaster and saved the day. And as they looked to the horizon, they knew that whatever challenges lay ahead, they would face them together, united in purpose and resolve.
As Nikolai and Anya retreated to their safehouse, the adrenaline of the mission slowly began to ebb away, replaced by a sense of exhaustion and relief. As they settled into their makeshift headquarters, Anya couldn't help but reflect on how far they had come since their chance encounter all those years ago.
Nikolai had been the one to pull her from the brink of darkness, offering her a chance at redemption when no one else would. She owed him her life, and she had vowed to repay that debt a thousand times over.
As they debriefed on the mission, Anya couldn't shake the feeling of unease that lingered in the air. The organization they had infiltrated was just the tip of the iceberg, and she knew that their work was far from over.
But as she glanced at Nikolai, his face lined with weariness but still etched with determination, she felt a surge of confidence. Together, they were unstoppable.
With renewed resolve, Anya began to strategize their next move, her mind racing with possibilities. They may have faced danger and uncertainty, but as long as they had each other, they would always emerge victorious.
As they settled in for the night, Nikolai and Anya shared a quiet moment of camaraderie, their bond stronger than ever. In the darkness of the safehouse, surrounded by the echoes of their past and the promise of the future, they knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, they would face them together, united in purpose and devotion.
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Astrology observations
Ether dimension
Introducing the ether dimension:
Dreams often come out of real life ether travel.
It’s like a place or a journey somewhere, almost like a dream
It’s common to see zodiac signs and motifs in the ether/astral or dream realm.
The astral plain is abject to the ether and space is another word for both.
Some have a stronger connection to this place just like some may like the beach over a forest
Let’s start off. All zodiac signs have the ability to access this world. I’m sharing my view on certain details of astrology. So this is part 1
Aries- Mercury Mars Jupiter or Sun being in this sign lead to a lot of cerebral energy. Aires rules the head or skull and connection to this frequency comes very naturally for this placement/s. This connection can be to anything that Aires can put its mind to including spiritually.
Taurus- Moon Venus Sun or even Saturn gain a sixth sense when it comes to the occult. Being able to feel and listen into thought forms or emotions out of anything. These are the type of people who can read a room even if there’s no body in there. Kinda like a telepath when it comes to energy
Gemini- Sun Moon Mercury and Saturn may be gifted with a connection to the akashic records. This will happen if the Gemini placement/s comes their mind in meditation and guides that thoughtful brain you guys have. Seriously it changed my own busy brain. After that a link between this world and the next opened up for me and I have a Gemini Saturn conjunct Venus.
Cancer- Sun Moon Jupiter Mercury Mars mix well with the occult and jive with the magical. I’ve seen first head (having three of these placements) that the world of mystery is right next door. The dark side of this love of the strange is nightmares become a problem to the sensitive soul. Remember everything is recorded in that realm too, even if you forget. The ether has karma too and those troubling you there will be just. Try going for nature walks to practice passive and active meditation.
Leo- Moon Jupiter Mars Venus placements are connected to music portals when guided. Music comes naturally to these signs and help bridge the gap to this world and next. The journey of learning the instrument or just signing in the car is a story to them and is felt by the other side
Virgo- Sun Moon Mercury Venus are synced up to past lives and karma records from the akashic field. These Virgos can find your strength and weakness. Knowing from themselves they see light and it’s shadow. From this they are great at past present and future predictions. Dream are probably not as common but visions are.
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Overview:
Wysteria Academy is a unique and innovative educational institution, shrouded in mystery regarding its origins. This prestigious academy stands out for its inclusivity and diversity, welcoming students of all races and backgrounds. The majestic, Victorian-style building, characterized by its magical foliage and embodies the academy's blend of tradition and mystical allure.
Curriculum and Classes:
At Wysteria Academy, students are encouraged to embark on a personalized and self-directed educational journey, guided by a curriculum that caters to a broad spectrum of interests and disciplines. Emphasizing personal choice, the academy offers a variety of specialized courses, allowing each student to follow a customized learning path. This approach is supported by academic advisors who work closely with students to tailor the curriculum to their individual goals, interests, and talents, whether the aspiration is to become a master sorcerer, a successful entrepreneur, or an innovative scientist and more.
Business Studies: This area focuses on developing entrepreneurial skills, business management strategies, and financial acumen. Classes include 'Innovative Entrepreneurship,' 'Global Business Management,' and 'Financial Wizardry.'
Martial Arts: Tailored for both physical and mental development, this program offers a blend of traditional and modern combat techniques. Key courses include 'The Art of Swordsmanship,' 'Defensive Martial Strategies,' and 'Mystical Martial Arts.'
Magic and Mysticism: A cornerstone of the academy's curriculum, this program delves deep into the mystical world. Students can explore courses like 'Elemental Spellcasting,' 'Potions and Alchemy,' and 'Ancient Magical Histories.'
Creative Arts: This area encourages artistic expression, offering courses like 'Mystical Painting Techniques,' 'Enchanted Music Composition,' and 'Sculpting with Magical Mediums.'
Science and Innovation: Integrating magic with modern science, this program includes courses like 'Magical Botany,' 'Enchanted Mechanics,' and 'Alchemy in Modern Times.'
The academy’s commitment to a educational experience is evident in its extensive range of programs. Each course at Wysteria Academy is carefully crafted to not only impart knowledge but also to foster curiosity, creativity, and a deep appreciation for the mystical and the extraordinary.
Specialized Programs:
Interdimensional Studies: This unique program offers insights into different dimensions and realms, exploring the mysteries of the multiverse. Courses include 'Portals and Dimensional Theory' and 'Cultural Studies of Otherworldly Realms.'
Environmental Magic: Focused on the intersection of nature and magic, this program includes classes like 'Magical Ecosystems,' 'Conservation through Spellcraft,' and 'Elemental Harmony.'
Historical Mysticism: A dive into the history of magic across cultures and eras, featuring courses such as 'Ancient Runes and Their Powers,' 'The Evolution of Magical Practices,' and 'Iconic Magical Figures in History.'
Advanced Research Opportunities:
For students seeking to push the boundaries of their knowledge, Wysteria Academy offers advanced research opportunities. These include independent study programs, where students can work on groundbreaking projects under the mentorship of expert faculty. Topics range from developing new magical spells to pioneering environmental conservation techniques using magic.
Extracurricular Activities:
Beyond the classroom, Wysteria Academy offers a variety of clubs and societies, ranging from the 'Dueling Club' for martial arts enthusiasts to the 'Potion Brewing Society' for those keen on alchemy. These groups provide students with opportunities to apply their learning in practical settings, engage with like-minded peers, and explore new interests.
Faculty:
The faculty at Wysteria Academy consists of esteemed educators and practitioners from various fields. Each instructor brings a plethora of knowledge and experience, ensuring that the teachings are not just theoretical but deeply rooted in practical and real-world applications. From accomplished business moguls who teach the art of entrepreneurship to legendary sorcerers who share ancient magical techniques, the faculty is as diverse as the student body.
Campus Life:
Life at Wysteria Academy is enriched by the stunning and otherworldly campus setting. The sprawling grounds, with their enchanted gardens and mystical libraries, provide an ideal backdrop for study and exploration. Students can also engage in interdimensional excursions, offering them firsthand experience in applying their skills in different settings.
Library and Archives:
The heart of Wysteria Academy is its vast library and archives, housing an extensive collection of magical texts, ancient manuscripts, and interdimensional research papers. This resource center is not only a hub for academic research but also a gateway to lost knowledge and forgotten arts.
Cultural Exchange Programs:
Recognizing the importance of intercultural understanding, Wysteria Academy facilitates cultural exchange programs with other magical and non-magical institutions. These programs allow students to experience different educational systems, magical practices, and cultural perspectives, fostering a global community of learners and practitioners.
Community Engagement:
The academy strongly believes in giving back to the community. Students engage in various outreach programs, applying their skills and knowledge to benefit others. This could involve using business acumen to support local enterprises or employing environmental magic to aid in ecological restoration projects.
Alumni Network: this section's more a WIP
Graduates of Wysteria Academy become part of an illustrious alumni network, spanning various realms and dimensions. This network provides ongoing support, opportunities for collaboration, and a sense of community long after students have left the academy's mystical halls.
Innovative Learning Environments:
Wysteria Academy prides itself on its state-of-the-art learning environments. Classrooms are equipped with magical and technological enhancements that facilitate interactive and immersive learning experiences. For example, the 'Astral Projection Lab' allows students to explore different planes of existence safely, while the 'Enchanted Greenhouse' is a haven for students studying magical botany, featuring rare plants and herbs from various realms.
Ethical Use of Magic:
A core tenet of the academy’s philosophy is the ethical use of magic. Courses on 'Ethical Considerations in Spellcasting' and 'Responsibility in Magical Research' are mandatory, ensuring that students understand the impact of their magical abilities on the world and its inhabitants.
Leadership:
Under the enigmatic leadership of Headmaster Seraphina, the academy has become a sanctuary of knowledge and innovation. Her guidance has been instrumental in shaping the academy’s ethos and educational approach.
Interdimensional Access:
Wysteria Academy’s unique location within its own dimension is one of its most remarkable features. Access to the academy from various dimensions is facilitated through a network of magical portals. These portals are strategically located in different realms and are safeguarded by powerful spells to ensure safe and controlled travel. Each portal is tuned to the unique magical frequency of Wysteria Academy, making it accessible only to those who are granted permission.
Portal Guardians and Guides:
The academy employs skilled Portal Guardians who oversee the operation and security of these interdimensional gateways. Additionally, upon arrival, newcomers are greeted by Portal Guides – experienced staff members or senior students who assist new arrivals in acclimating to the academy's environment and culture. These guides play a crucial role in easing the transition for students from vastly different backgrounds and dimensions.
might add more as i come up with it tbh.
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— BASICS
Name: Callum Ozdemir
Age / D.O.B.: 38/ 12.25.1986
Gender, Pronouns & Sexuality: Cis man, He/Him & Pansexual
Hometown: Brooklyn, NYC
Affiliation: The Syndicate
Job position: Cleaner
Education: Criminal Justice Major
Relationship status: Single
Children: 0
Positive traits: Charming, Loyal, Hardworking, Friendly, Respectful,
Negative traits: Manipulative, Unapologetic, Lacks Empathy, Reserved, Jealous
— BIOGRAPHY
murder tw, drug tw
Callum's parents met one summer day when his mother was on vacation with her family in Istanbul, Turkey. His father was a tour guide, their tour guide, and the moment the two of them bonded over each other's jokes it was history from there on out. After a couple of years of dating long distance (her visiting in the summers, him visiting during holidays) the two end up tying the knot and his father moves to New York City to begin the start of their family.
0-18: Growing up, Callum was always a quiet kid. He enjoyed preoccupying his time playing 'detective', reading mystery novels in which he tries to guess the twist before it is reviled, watching movies that were heavily based on true crime (real life, sometimes fictional), playing with detective kits, but he did occasionally make an effort to hang out/play with other kids too his age. He had at the most two childhood friends that were close with him and that friendship carried on to adulthood.
21: It was 2am when Callum got the call from one of his friends. On the other line the friend was frantically begging for help while at the same time trying to explain what had occurred that lead to the incident. Turns out the friend came back from a working trip early, wanting to surprise his fiancé but being the one surprised instead, he ended up walking in on her and another man in their bed, which resulted in a crime of passion before his friend could even process what they were doing. Even though he had never dealt with anything this heavy in real life, it was lucky he was familiar with some routines to take when you were trying to cover up a crime scene. Never did he think he'd have to put his countless hours of reading all those articles, stories, watching the tv shows and movies into practice in real life. Even less did he think that it would actually work, covering up the crime scene, but did and to this day everyone who was friends with the couple assumes the fiancé just picked up her things and ran away with a lover.
21-25: For the next couple of years things for Callum shifted a bit in life. His friend continued down a messy path, meeting all the wrong people, and he continued to clean up the situations that got too messy. He didn't mind. It was strange, but Callum liked cleaning up the crime scenes his friend (or the friends he hung out with) would sometimes leave behind because he liked the idea of knowing he was helping wash away the problems of others. That and he both had a keen eye to detail and was fascinated with discovering new ways of disappearing people. What he didn't stop to think about was that word of mouth in the underworld travelled fast, especially when you possessed a loyalty and skill that could be useful. Throughout this time the guy also frequented The Met and Barbarella Bar. He is 25 when he ends up meeting a member of The Syndicate throughout his frequent visits to these spots (not that he knew that upon first meeting them). The two end up building a friendship for a couple of years, eventually that friendship evolving into a very close one.
32-PRESENT: He was thirty-two when he was recruited into The Syndicate. To him, working for The Syndicate was an honor. He officially had a job in a field that suited him well, something he enjoyed doing (as odd as it sounds), and the money offered certainly helped with things he needed covered. He was able to help his parents with their medical bills and spoil them for their birthday/holidays as much as he possible could now. The only thing that did sting was having to cut his ties with the one childhood friend who had lasted so long by his side, but they were a liability, and he couldn't have at in his life anymore. He's been with The Syndicate for six years now, although it feels like he's been with them his entire life.
HEADCANNONS:
He isn't the chattiest of people, unless you've been around him for a while. He just has to warm up to someone first before he starts to crack jokes or talk a couple of words more than just a 'hello'.
He hates the internet. Honestly the only reason he has a phone is to be on call in case he's needed for a job. He doesn't have an e-mail address and the only social media platform he does have is Instagram, but he only posts pictures of his cat and only few people have access to it. It should go without saying, but the guy loves his little tabby cat named Oliver (inspired by Oliver and Company).
He loves hip-hop, rock, and classical music. Whenever he's doing a job, he actually pops in his headphones and puts on the best of classical music hits because it's soothing to him and helps him concentrate more.
If anyone is every curious about what career he has Callum tells them he is a ghostwriter. He's not but it was the best cover up job he could find that if anyone got curious enough, they couldn't really look him up or get the urge to go visit him at work.
He loves his yayo. Everyone has their bad habits, and this just happens to be his. If you're someone close to him then chances are you've seen him just do it, it's something he isn't shy about doing in front of or with friends.
— WANTED CONNECTIONS / PLOTS
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Hi Zombie😌❤️ For your return trip:
I've read about intergalactic fics recently, and there's a particular interesting setting that soldiers could develop their spiritual animal that could fight alongside of them in a physical form.
Suppose you are one of the soldiers on the intergalactic battle field, who do you want to fight alongside with and why?(you could come up with their spiritual animals)
A. Ari, who always comes up with the craziest ideas and encourages you to jump from the fleet to the Bug's nest like he does. Crazy, but his plans always work out. Your superiors order you to pair up with him to train him to care about casualties.
B. Steve, who you can always count on to have your six. But he is even more reckless than Ari. You could only pray that he gets lucky and escape Death in the next battle. Your superiors order you to pair up with him so he doesn't go solo as he always wants to.
C. Curtis, who was born in Project Wilford, one of the deadliest soldiers alive. Rumor is he has gutted hundreds of Bugs in one battle, and made it out alive. He's mysterious and silent, and you can't help but wonder if he is a man or a literal killing machine. Your superiors pair you up with him to keep an eye on him, in case he runs wild.
Bonus Extra: D, Winter Soldier. The real Killing Machine. Losing an arm in a battle before scientists made him a robotic one. The only reason why your superiors ask you to pair up with him is because the winter soldier is highly unstable, and that he had asked to see you (why is that? You don't have the slightest clue)
Most of my contemplation on this has gone into what my own inner beast is/would be. I've settled on "Mutt". While different breeds can specialize in types of training, a mutt has the potential for all types, especially if it's a military service dog. So let's go through your list!
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Ari - I'm gonna say his inner beast (in this scenario) is a Firehawk. A bird that starts fires in order to flush out its prey with no consideration for the damage it causes.
For this, I'd probably be a mutt with guide dog training. Ari has this huge blindspot in his vision when it comes to casualties so I've been assigned to guide him through the parts he can't see. Additionally, guide dogs can practice selective disobedience so that they don't accidentally walk their human into traffic just because they got the command to walk. This will be very helpful for working with Ari and helping him to navigate casualty costs.
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Steve - I kinda wanna make Steve's inner beast a honey badger for this one. They are intelligent, fierce and survive a lot of things they shouldn't.
To help Steve's survivability, and to increase the likelihood he'll actually want to keep working with me, I think my inner beast would have to be a mutt trained for medical service. Whether it's getting him medical care or getting him out of danger until rescue can arrive, a medical service mutt would likely be most helpful.
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Curtis - I'm actually not sure what his inner beast would be. I'm torn between a shark and a large feline (i.e. Jaguar).
Either way, my inner mutt clearly needs PTSD/psychiatric support training. Learning to read his body language since he doesn't talk but also helping him find his voice again. Being a barrier between him and others when he needs it. Protecting him. Reminding him of his humanity and caring.
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Bucky - I'm sure a lot of people think Bucky's inner beast is a wolf. After all, one of his nicknames is White Wolf. But I don't think so. He's a sniper first. Silent, attacks from a distance, patient, solitary. His inner beast is an owl.
The reason he's asked for me is because, in this scenario, my inner beast is a mutt with military training in bomb detection. He lost his arm because, from his bird's eye view, he missed some traps that were set out. He's not gonna risk that again so he's asked for me to accompany him so we can keep each other safe. I'm his scout, his trap disarmer, bomb defuser, etc.
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I hope you find these answers satisfactory!
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[N]ear the Küçükçekmece lake near the Western peripheries of İstanbul. [...] We are waiting to cross a ditch that has been dug [...] [through] an agricultural field that belongs to the İstanbul University over which Kanal İstanbul is planned to pass. Ayşe [...] is crossing back from the field with two plastic bags full of wild mustard she and her friends have collected. The ditch serves both as an obstacle and a reminder of the ever-looming construction efforts. [...] She asks, “Are you taking these people out for a stroll?” (Sen bunları mı dolandırıyorsun), a well-crafted double entendre. “Dolandırmak” literally means to take someone on a stroll, but could also be used to indicate deceit, to “take someone for a ride” the way tour guides, or taxi drivers sometimes do to unsuspecting foreigners. When I laugh and explain that I’m a student she points to a field. “There,” she offers, “this is where the Kanal will pass” (“Buradan Kanal geçecek”).
Kanal İstanbul is a mega dredging project and an accompanying urban transformation plan that promises to open a new waterway between the Sea of Marmara and the Black Sea. As such, it combines the spectacle of a megaproject with the more practical effects of shifting the city’s peripheries. The dredging of such a waterway will prove disastrous for the unique ecology of the Sea of Marmara [...] [and] forests, wallows, and lakes located across the Northwest of İstanbul. This area will be subsumed not only by the Kanal but also the accompanying expansion of the city Westwards with new logistics ports, waterfront housing, roads, and bridges.
Ayşe’s comment “this is where the Kanal will pass” is on the one hand a stock response one might hear from the residents of İstanbul’s Western peripheries. The project was originally launched into public consciousness as a speculative election promise in 2013 and recently became a more concrete plan. Either way, it has long haunted this geography, with the path that the Kanal would take remaining a mystery until 2018. It became the source of intense speculation, rumors and several defrauding schemes. [...] And now that the bridges, roads, water, and electricity infrastructure to sustain such a project are being built, there is some chance the project might come to fruition [...].
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But this stock response “this is where the Kanal will pass” (“buradan Kanal İstanbul geçecek) also echoes another familiar phrase in Turkish “this is where a road will pass” (“buradan yol geçecek”). The phrase hints at both the promise and the perils of infrastructural development in Turkey (Kostem forthcoming).
Begüm Adalet points out in her book Hotels and Highways (2018), how theories of modernization were actively tested in Turkey through the construction of material infrastructure like highways in the 1950s and 1960s by a team of experts and engineers from the United States and Turkey. Yet this particular locution captures a more diffuse and affective valence to the ideology of modernization and the way it intersects with mega construction projects and the promise of economic growth.
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Its declarative mode “where a road will pass” ties in macro phenomena such as economic growth and modernization with the promise of personal advancement and financial security or fear of violence and repression. [...] Yet such phrases also present a broader communicative logic that subtends infrastructural development especially in such peripheral spaces that exist on the edges of the city. This communicative logic carries a promissory element that is both familiar and as Appel, Anand and Gupta note, multivalent (2018, 7), at times communicating a threat, at times promising development, at other times offering economic advancement, often shifting between the three and for different subjects.
Yet this communicative structure also resembles a rumor, since the declaration that “a road will pass” or “the Kanal will pass” does not have a subject. Instead, it is often accompanied with the indefinite “so they say” (“yol geçecek diyorlar” or “yol geçecekmiş”). Indeed, this is how I instinctively responded to Ayşe “is that what they say?” (“öyle mi diyorlar?” ). More than a simple locution this communicative logic is reflected in how the state carries out infrastructure development, which takes place under conditions of great secrecy, especially in such peripheral spaces. What is prohibited and allowed, who owns which land, where a construction project might pass, how long it will take is often obscured, true enough for any construction project but doubly so on the peripheries of İstanbul, an area that has witnessed multiple generations of migration and extraction. [...]
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In her work, on İstanbul’s more urbanized Tarlabaşı district, [...] Alize Arıcan argues (2022) that rumors act as a kind of autonomous and collective archive for the racialized communities of this neighborhood, a site of history-making. Addressing the obvious criticisms of Kanal İstanbul that the project was being launched for the sole purpose of creating waterfront property and hence extracting rent, the Turkish Minister of Transportation Adil Karaismailoğlu recently insisted “Kanal İstanbul is a technical issue, we are talking of a world vision here. This is not a matter of political rumors”.
And yet rumors seem to constitute the field of struggle over which financialized infrastructural development takes place both in İstanbul’s and especially also in its peripheries. [...] Turkey moves ahead with a contested election shortly after a devastating earthquake that has once again brought attention to the destructive character of a society organized around the imperatives of construction, economic growth and capitalist expansion, all underwritten by state violence. [...] In this environment, what would it mean for rumors to be an archive of political memory, knowledge-making and even resistance for an autonomous social opposition?
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Text by: Burç Köstem. ‘”A Road Will Pass”: the Communicative Logic of Infrastructure in the Peripheries.’ Heliotrope, Environmental Media Lab at the University of Calgary. 19 April 2023. [Bold emphasis and some paragraph breaks/contractions added by me.]
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from A Practical Field Guide to Mystery (by arsspoetica)
#q#quotes#words#essays#A Practical Field Guide to Mystery#substack#the world is blue at heart#m#queued
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from A Practical Field Guide to Mystery (by arsspoetica)
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"Usually when we speak about the “others” in our lives, we are referring to those on the outside who we are in relationship with, that we care about, that matter to us.
It’s important to attune to them and to what it’s like for them - to see the way they see, feel they way they feel, listen to what keeps them up at night, and what opens their hearts.
While we each bring our own unlived life into the psychic space where our subjectivities intersect, there is also a third thing, the field itself, that has its own autonomy and intelligence, and is an equal partner in the relationship.
Whether we call this the interactive field, the analytical third, or the mystery of the Friend, this one is there with us in the liminal in-between.
This is the realm of Hermes, the one who guides the alchemist in her work, which is one of devotion and love – love of the materials in the vessel, and of the vessel itself.
In addition to the external other, there is also an “other” who is moving inside us, an unknown piece of soul who has become split off from the totality. Just like the external others, these ones also long to be known, held, and loved.
They are shape-shifters and will manifest in an infinite number forms – as vivid emotions, dream images, somatic tenderness, even as color, music, and poetry as they seek us as a vessel in which they can come alive.
In this way, relational alchemy, unfolds not only with an external other but simultaneously with the dissociated figures of psyche and soma, who carry light-pieces of our wholeness and essence.
It is to the degree we are able to empathically attune, listen to, feel, sense, and hold the emerging inner Other that we will be able to truly accompany those in our lives.
If we’re not able to attend with devotion to the inner darkness, chaos, and contradiction, we will never be able to practice intimacy with these same qualities as they inevitably emerge in our most intimate relationships."
~ Matt Licata
Photo by Pietro Merola
#Matt Licata#Photography#Pietro Merola#love#life#heart and soul#Hermes#relationships#alchemy#Friend#liminal in-between
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ectoberhaunt day 3: white crow @ectoberhaunt
breaking the curse
words: 1868
read it on ao3
valerie's life was going downhill until the universe decided to give her a hand.
(white crows symbolize good omens I guess?? the more you know)
Life felt pretty fair for Valerie, until it didn’t.
And when it didn’t, it spiraled down fast. She lost her friends, her home, and her sense of normalcy all at once. Surely, the scale could only tip so far.
Lo and behold, balance restored itself in the shape of a mysterious package. Valerie curiously popped open the box - inside was a cryptic note followed by folded red fabric and what appeared to be weaponry. She had a hunch of what it was for, and her lack of experience or knowledge didn’t dim her excitement at all. She could learn. She would learn. The universe was extending an olive branch, and she’d be a damn fool not to take it. But this had to be her secret.
Valerie put on the suit, and admired herself in the mirror. It was sleek and flattering, provided lots of movement, and completely rendered her anonymous. The helmet’s computer was intuitive - the operating system was easy enough to figure out. She tested the feel of the weapons in her hands. They were light but sturdy. Now she just needed some field practice to see what they were capable of.
Her dad was already out, working his night shift. That meant she didn’t even need to sneak out. Valerie headed towards the Elmerton Community Park - a sad patch of grass, but it’d serve her purposes adequately. She did a quick lap around the park, making sure it was empty, then activated her suit. The helmet buzzed with life and she could feel the energy vibrating throughout her body. Maybe she should’ve been approaching this all with more caution, maybe a normal person would be a little more afraid. But after opening that box, Valerie was never so certain of something - that something being eliminating every ounce of spectral energy that invaded her home, and sooner than later at that.
First thing first. Valerie needed to at least keep pace with her prey; speed would be a huge factor in her success rate. Following a prompt from her helmet, she stomped her right heel twice against the ground, and as if by magic, a hoverboard generated under her feet. Some people would probably question this more, feel alarmed by the unnatural way the suit provided for her needs, but there was too much to learn, too much to take care of for her to give it much thought. Thinking wasted time. The important thing was she had a way to chase down those damn ghosts - the board was just what she needed, who cared where it came from?
The board hummed and levitated a few inches off the ground. Valerie leaned forward, and shot off. OhmygodhowdoIstopthisthingwhatthe-
She shifted her weight back and the board came to a halt, jerking her body but not hucking her off. Thank god for that. She tried moving the board again, this time only slightly pressing forward. It felt much more natural now - Valerie began to find her balance and focus on learning to turn and dive. After practicing this for a while, it was time to check out those weapons.
There were a handful of different projectiles that had been delivered to her, ranging in size and power. Best to start small, she figured, and grabbed the light pistol. It fit perfectly in her hand, as if it were made specifically for her - yet another happy coincidence.
No need for a safety - it was only meant to harm things using spectral energy. Valerie found a wide-trunked tree and settled into a firm stance. She raised the pistol and her helmet activated in guiding her airm. She pulled the trigger, and watched a bright pink beam sail past the tree and into the park fence where it dissipated harmlessly.
Yeah, she was going to need to work on her aim.
Sticking with the pistol for now, Valerie shot again and again, hitting the tree more consistently over time. When she was ready to increase the challenge, she focused on an area of the tree that was slightly off-color, and worked on hitting the smaller surface area.
She lost track of time as the focus on her practice consumed her. Now she was able to pick off individual leaves, and had begun familiarizing herself with the larger guns. Only when the first signs of daybreak showed did she check her watch. 4:30am. She had just enough time to beat her dad home and get a few hours of sleep before school.
Valerie felt like her head had just hit the pillow when her alarm went off. She took a deep breath and allowed her brain to catch up for a moment, before going into autopilot and preparing for the school day ahead. She was careful not to make too much noise - her dad had been working all night and was surely asleep. As she moved towards her bedroom door, she looked back at the box that housed her suit and weapons, and, thinking better of it, hastily shoved the suit and a weapon or two into her school bag.
School dragged. Valerie was barely able to keep her eyes open through most of her classes and her brain felt fuzzy and full of static. Of course she didn’t succumb to sleep - she would rather be caught dead than have her peers compare her to the likes of Danny Fenton, the loser who often dozed off in class.
Valerie heard angels singing when the final bell rang. She hurried towards the exit, almost grateful that she didn’t have any friends trying to stop her to chat or make plans.
Walking from Casper High to Elmerton was…not ideal. Thankfully, she now had a much quicker way to get around. Valerie slid into an alley and threw on her suit, activating her hoverboard. Immediately, her helmet started beeping.
There was a ghost nearby.
Excited by the opportunity to put her new tech and skills to the test, she let her suit guide her towards the source of the spectral influx.
Once arrived, her blood boiled.
The very thing she detested. The very reason she had a thirst to hunt down every ghost until they were no longer a plague to Amity Park.
That god damned ghost kid.
He was just…floating there. An easy target. Valerie honed in her aim on him and waited for the right time to strike. She faltered as he made a move - surprised as he stuck his fingers in his mouth and whistled.
Curious, Valerie waited. Soon enough, a green dot emerged out of nowhere and quickly approached the ghost kid. If Valerie was angry before, now she was absolutely fuming. He was terrorizing the park with his freaky dog, no doubt scheming ways to ruin the lives of other Amity Park citizens the way they’d ruined hers. Letting her emotions take over, she activated a missile from her board and sent it straight their way. At the very last moment, the ghost jumped out of the way, leaving a large crater in the park. While he went over to examine the damage, Valerie took the opportunity to sneak behind him and launch another set of projectiles.
Missed again.
The ghost looked up at her wide-eyed, and despite her failed attempts so far, Valerie felt smug that the spirit feared her. In fact, it encouraged her. She grinned under her helmet and dove towards him. He took off, engaging a vicious chase.
Without a second thought, Valerie surged forward, similarly to her first attempt at flying the night before. There was no time to check how fast she was going - her need to capture the ghost kid pushed out any fear. One thing she quickly realized was the ghost kid’s leg up on her in agility, considering his ability to move through solid objects. He made a precarious move that Valerie could not follow, and she was thrown from her board, much to her surprise. Perhaps the physics of her board still followed some natural laws.
Valerie caught a glimpse of the ground far beneath her, trying to think of a last ditch effort to save herself. She couldn’t die now, not like this, at the hands of a wretched spirit. That was unacceptable.
Her need to think dissipated as the hoverboard circled back and caught her with no more than a gentle thud. She resumed her stance and carried on the chase, instantly back in the game.
Valerie felt invincible.
She fired off a few more shots, still not nailing her target. Fortunately, she was finally closing in on him. So close. Valerie went for a Hail Mary and threw out some shurikens. Thankfully, one grazed the ghost just enough to distract him, and Valerie geared up what she hoped to be her final shot. When it fired, though, the ghost boy was gone, speeding off with his destructive hound.
She bolted after him, shooting quick and hot. She would not miss. She could not miss. Raged clouded her vision, and taken over by her own ambition, Valerie slammed into a tree. Shit. For a moment, she couldn’t breathe, the impact knocking the wind out of her. Her head spun - that was definitely going to be a concussion. But concussions were temporary. She only had right now to get her ghost.
Valerie ignored the throbbing in her head, and struggled a bit more than before to remount her board. It was fine. She’d get over it. Fate had given her an unshakable motivation and a set of weaponry for one reason, and it wasn’t to wimp out over a small bump to her head. She swiftly moved towards where she thought the ghost kid had taken off, and heard a rustling in the bushes behind her. Got him. She whipped around, a wide grin hidden by her helmet, gun raised and ready, only to see Danny Fenton and Sam Manson making out in the woods. Yikes.
Valerie shamelessly voiced her disgust (those two losers were meant for each other, but they were still losers) then flew off, hoping to still catch up to her prey. Her helmet had lost the signal, though, so it seemed like it was time to head home. Her heart sank.
Valerie flew home, engulfed in her disappointment. She had to be better. Failure was not an option. Hovering outside her apartment complex, she could see her father through the window, making a cup of coffee before his shift and preparing dinner for Valerie. She had to do this for him, for them. For everyone whose lives were upended by the invasion of ghosts.
Suit deactivated and once more a prisoner of gravity, Valerie approached her front door where she found another mysterious package. She quickly grabbed it and stealthily made her way to her room, locking the door behind her. After carefully removing the tape, she found a first-aid kit and practice targets. Incredible. Valerie may have failed today, but there was someone out there looking out for her, someone who believed in her. Ghost hunting was something she was meant to be doing, and she wouldn’t stop until every last one was eradicated from this plane.
It was only fate.
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[Link: It seems to be a small article written about an extended 'Mistrest' family. It's a list of books they've collectively written.]
[There's some cheesy intro to the article- something something, old family, known for their long association with Ghost and similar types.]
Saffron and Parsley Mistrest - Known to publish together, they started a sanctuary for Ghost, Psychic, and Dark types long ago. The location of this sanctuary, however, has been lost in records and not even the family knows where it is.
- From the Misdreavus's Mouth - A collection of stories involving specifically the Misdreavus line and their magic
- Remedial Herbs - A collection of short stories about their lives and experiences
- [X PKMN]: A Guide To Care - Pokemon written about include, line implied: Mismagius, Liepard, Swoobat, Musharna, Clefable, Krookodile, Mandibuzz, Sigilyph, Cofagrigus, Gothitelle, Reuniclus, Zoroark, Claydol, Chandelure, Grumpig, Drifblim, Banette, Absol, Dusclops, Bronzong, Weavile, Golurk, and Carnivine. (They were under the assumption it was Grass/Ghost.)
Lavender Mistrest, their oldest daughter, was a skilled trainer known well for being skilled in the art of exorcism, sending unruly spirits back to their realm. Later in life, she married Fredrickson Barton, a traveller and salesman.
- Acting As Dusknoir - An extended memoir on exorcism work.
- [X PKMN]: A Guide To Care (Revised) - Written alongside her husband, Lavender published revised care guides for Clefable, Carnivine, Cofagregious, Chandelure, Drifblin, Banette, Dusknoir, and Golurk. Additionally, new care guides were written about Gengar, Sabeleye, Spiritomb, Trevanent, and Gourgiest.
Rue Mistrest was a much more mysterious woman than her sisters; some say she practiced as a witch and there are (unfounded) rumors that she magicked her children into existence. However, this seems to be more of a family joke than anything.
Rue penned the popular Scary Book series, a collection of short story horror collections. Despite the seemingly intensifying name scheme, there is no lasting continuity between any stories other than within the same book.
- Scary Book
- Very Scary Book
- Really Scary Book
- Incredibly Scary Book
- Shockingly Scary Book
- Fantastically Scary Book
- Startlingly Scary Book
- Hilariously Scary Book
- Terrifyingly Scary Book
- Scariest Book
Rosemary Mistrest, the only of the three siblings still alive, did not pen any novels herself. However, she acted as a writer for the magazine Occulture from the 50s to the 70s with articles about minor supernatural happenings- vampires, werewolves, et cetera.
Lavender Jr., Lavender Mistrest's oldest, has followed closely in her mother's footsteps as an exorcist. Her books have been written, quote, "mostly for her son, but other people might think they're interesting". No summaries have been provided, as none of the writing staff were able to understand any of the books.
- Simple Guide to the Spirit Realm
- Function of a Charm
- Sending a Spirit Home
Burnet Mistrest seems to have stepped away from their family's theme, having only one book:
- Fonts: A Paper Visual - It's a book full of the same sentence in different labeled fonts. Said sentence being: The quick brown foxxy Furret jumped over the lazy Daschbund's leg.
Thyme Mistrest, who passed mysteriously about 4 years ago (at the time of writing), has the lowest rated books on this list.
- Haunted in [Region]: Gastly Tales - A book series of common ghost stories from Unova, Alola, Kanto, Sinnoh, Johto, Hoeen, Fiore, Kalos and Galar.
- Spirit Seekers: Behind the Scenes - A memoir of his time on his poorly-rated ghost-hunting series, Spirit Seekers.
- The Life Of Thyme - A self-biography. Oddly enough, published at 35. Considering it's poor sales, this book is exceedingly rare.
Hemlock Mistrest seems to have taken the family's speciality a bit sideways, focusing on Poison types as his purple of choice.
Natural Poisons: A Field Guide - Focusing on both Poison Pokemon and poisons in plantlife.
Rantdom Publishing hopes to see more interesting novels and novelties come out of the newest generation of this family!
#save#i need to find the rest of gramma rue's set...#((ooc: for context this was supposed to be saved to her drafts))#basilblogging
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Amazon (Smallville) : Short Story - Chapter 4
The weekends are nice.
Diana is away doing her little trips and conferences, so you’re left to entertain yourself this time around. That’s why when Clark invited you over to have lunch with his family you were glad to go.
Mostly for Mrs. Kent’s great cooking.
The second you step in you get a whiff of her pie and you can feel your mouth watering. You knock on the door and Clark opens it, smiling at the eager look in your eyes.
“Mom made the pie just for you. It looks like you’re ready to dig in.”
You nod, stepping inside and Martha smiles at you.
“Make yourself at home sweetheart. Clark, would you go call your father, he’s out by the windmill.”
“Is it still broken?”
Martha nods.
“He’s been trying to fix it all week. I told him he should hire some help but you know your father.”
He’s always been a bit stubborn. Clark knows he’ll have to grow and drag him away from it. He means to head over, but he catches the look you wear.
You’re just staring at him expectantly.
“Do..do you want to come?”
You nod, and Martha hides a smile when she catches the interaction.
Clark leads you out to the farm and you follow, taking in the expense of grass and animals.
“I suppose it’s easy to mask super strength when you work in an area that requires so much manual labor.”
Clark smiles at the observation.
“It is.”
You continue down your path and as you get closer to the field, you can make out Mr. Kent’s form. He’s on a scaffolding pretty high up. There’s a bunch of tools next to his feet and you can hear him physically fighting with the metal structure.
“Damn thing..”
He’s grumbling loudly and Clark smiles.
“Dad, lunch is ready!!”
“I’ll be there in a bit, Clark.”
From Clark’s expression he expected the response.
“Come on, maybe mom can get him to come down.”
Clark turns away and you mean to follow, but your eyes are fixated on the shaky structure. It makes you a little weary. Jonathan has a tool in his hand and he’s pulling at some part inside the open part of the metal. He makes a particular tug that disrupts his balance. The yell alerts Clark and when he begins falling backwards, you jump to try and catch him.
At least you attempt to.
Your body pivots in the air and you do catch him.
Clark’s steps stop right under the both of you when he realizes.
You fully expected your body to drop with gravity. He weighs practically nothing. However, you’re all in awe, because you’re just hovering in place.
“(Y/N)...”
Your hands are secured around Jonathan’s back and slowly you can feel yourself lowering to the ground. Both your feet touch the ground and you release, still a bit astonished.
Jonathan is clearly speechless. You take a step back, looking down at your legs as if they’ll answer the mystery of what the hell just happened.
“I can fly..”
Your knowledge of the amazons might not be as extensive as the others who have lived hundreds years before you, but you know for a fact that the only one who has powers such as this is Diana.
You swallow.
“I…I have to go..”
You looked confused, angry…lost.
Clark isn’t even offered a chance to say much because your expression hardens as you shoot off into the sky.
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“Ms. Prince, you have a visitor.”
The attendant gestured towards the entrance and Diana was a bit surprised to see you there in Central City. When she asked you to join earlier that day you seemed content with just staying at home. Now there’s a level of urgency on your face as you stand at the entrance. Diana nodded, excusing herself from the conversation. She paced over to you, a bit worried by your expression.
“(Y/N), what’s wrong?”
She guided you away from the crowd to a more secluded area right outside the atrium.
“Why didn’t you ever tell me?”
Diana was clearly confused.
“Tell you what?”
You appeared to be searching for the words.
Right ones.
“That we are the same.”
Learning that you could literally fly, it seemed to be the only explanation.
You can see the regret on her face, and now it makes sense. You weren’t crazy. There’s a possibility that you are the offspring of a god. That Diana might be your actual family. All those years after your mother passed you thought that you were alone.
Misunderstood.
Now it appears there was an explanation for everything.
“I’m sorry. I should have told you sooner. You were in pain when your mother died. I wanted to protect you.”
You should be furious.
This seems like a very big detail to omit about your life.
Yet, you can’t truly be mad. She could have easily left you there. After hearing about the truth of her origins, you finally understand how she felt when she herself found out she was a demigod.
“I suppose this explains my short temper. I must be the offspring of hades.”
A little smile breaks out on Diana’s face, and she steps over, pulling you into a hug.
“Our fathers are not our legacy. You are your own person. I have faith in you.”
You relax in the embrace.
“Thank you, Diana.”
If nothing else, you’re grateful.
~Clark’s Loft~
“That’s how the conversation went.”
Sitting on the couch, you're filling Clark in.
“I can’t imagine what that’s like.”
It seems you learn more about yourself everyday.
“Thank you Clark.”
It’s nice to have someone to confide in. You both might be different, but you share a lot of similarities.
“For what?”
If anything he should be thanking you.
“For being a good friend. I know that I’m not the most open, or expressive. I’m not the best when it comes to people, but it’s easier with you. I guess in a lot of ways I’m glad you turned out to be a kryptonian. I’m grateful to have another person I can confide in. ”
He means to say that it’s nothing. He enjoys your company. Your time.
Your presence.
The words don’t get out, because you’re wearing a soft expression.
Any words he intends to form falls off. Your expression begins to drop when you realize how intensely Clark is staring. You find yourself swallowing, and when he starts leaning in, you seem to follow the action. You both meet in the middle and a soft sigh escapes when his lips press to your own. Clark reaches over and places a hand on your cheek, deepening the kiss.
It’s that particular move that has you pulling back hurriedly. You stumble to your feet, covering your lips.
“I-I’m sorry!”
Clark moves back, shaking his head frantically.
“N-No it was my fault. I’m sorry.”
You’re both at a distance now, and you look down at your lap.
You have no idea where that came from.
Moving to the open window, you just jump out.
Clark stares as you disappear into the sky.
He wonders if that’s something he’s going to have to worry about.
You seem to be constantly flying away from him.
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