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GOC; AU! Queen x oc female x reader Chap. 7.2

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The scene once again changed and now you stood out in an open field. However unlike the other scenes before, it was the middle of winter because all that lay before you was nothing but pure white snow. Never have you seen snow this white and pure before (at least to this degree).

You both hear footsteps coming up beside you and coming up standing just a few feet beside you was Serafina. She looked older roughly around 15-16. She wore black winter dress with a blood red overcoat around her. Her hair was now almost down to her butt but it was tied up in a French braid.

Soon coming up beside her were two men roughly around their mid to late 40s. They almost looked alike except one had short hair and the other had long hair. Both their hairs were as black as night and they both sported short beards.

The one with the long black hair had piercing blue eyes and he held his presences like a king. His watchful eye scoured the field with intensity. The wind softly blew his hair around but he remained unfazed by it.

The second man was slightly younger than the other man and had a lighter shade of blue eyes, almost hazel like. He had a more relaxed spirit about him but there was still a wise aura you felt around him (the same aura you get from Brian).

“Protecting the borders of our homeland is sacred Serafina. It has been our family right since we were chosen by Thomas Riddle Deacon himself. No creature gets pass these rolling hills, and one day it’ll rest on you to defend it.” The long haired man spoke. Wow just when you though John’s father had a deep voice, this guy’s voice was like soft thunder.

“But father I just don’t understand why magical creatures need to be killed. Why not give them a warning or allow them to go free?” she asked him.

“They’ll seek to destroy us all if they could. Nagas, Dragons, Nokks, Faes.” You hear Freddie scoff.

“But it was Riddle who started this war! And we’ll gladly finissshhhh it!” Freddie hissed angrily.

“Easy Edmund no need to scare the poor girl.” The second man spoke. His voice in a way reminded you of Brian’s. Soft and warm and held a sense of comfort. “We understand your concern Serafina but…..there are some creatures who unfortunately cannot be reasoned with. Plus it’s just the way the Deacon family law states. And has been for thousands of years.” He said to Serafina as he placed a comforting hand to her shoulder.

“You always did try to sugarcoat everything Albus. But Serafina is my daughter and I know what is best for her to understand.” Soon a flash of light was shot up high in the sky. “It’s Regulus he’s found it. Come on!” he roared out the command and soon with a flash of speed, all three of them shifted into wolves and ran across the snow towards the flash of light.

“On her father’s side, as you now have heard, the Black family has been the protectors of England’s wizard tribe since the reign of……” he trailed off and when you turned to Freddie you swore you saw a flash of anger in his eyes. He took a deep breath in before exhaling out and continued, “The Deacons saw that the Black family were not only skilled in Transfigurations, which came in handy for less threatening creatures, but also their knowledge on Mythical creatures themselves. In fact a rumor has been said that the Black family may be connected to Archimedes himself. Because only he had such power of knowledge especially when it came to Magical creatures. But it’s never been proven.”

“I thought you could prove that? After all you see the past and future right?” you tease. Freddie glared down at you which made you back off.

“You are one step closer to finding out what the inside of a Naga’s stomach is like if I here another comment like that.”

“Sorry Freddie won’t happen again I promise!”

“Good. Now there is one last thing for you to see. And it’s what truly began John and Serafina’s journey.”

The snowy fields disappeared from your sight but for some reason the rest of the scene didn’t change. It was sunny and the field before you was now filled with tall yellow meadow grass.

“John! John wait. I—I still don’t feel comfortable about this.” Serafina’s voice said. Soon enough coming up from behind you were John and Serafina.

They were now the current age you’ve come to know them as however John looked slightly different. He had long black hair that went well past his shoulders, his skin seemed paler than when he was a child, but he was still pretty handsome.

And of course Serafina was as beautiful as ever. Her hair was now the same length as John’s. The two of them holding hands with each other as they finally stopped and Serafina said.

“John you know what my father has said about being out this far. Especially with what’s been lurking around the border lately.”

“I know but—he said he wanted us to meet here.”

“John I—I have to be honest with you. I’m scared.” John cupped Serafina’s face in his hands as she looked up at him with pleading eyes. “I’ve heard of the things your grandfather has done, and……what if—”

“Nothing will happen to you so long as I’m around. Besides he—he’s known about your skills and said that there’s no one better he/d rather have at my side.” He stroked her cheeks lovingly with his thumbs, “Plus he seems to be the only one in my family that actually approves of us.”

“I know you want respect from him but my father……he’s always feared your grandfather and if he finds out I met him……you won’t leave my side, will you?”

“Never. I’ll never leave your side.” She softly smiled and the two of them softly kissed one another when the sound of the grass rustling started them. “Grandfather?” John questioned after a moment of silence.

“It is time. You both musssst follow.” A familiar voice spoke. You quickly turn to Freddie in shock but he pointed out for you to keep watching.

“Get behind me John!” Serafina stood in front of John and took out her wand. “This man is under the protection of the Black family. Whatever you are, show yourself or face the consequences.” Soon slithering out of the tall grass was Freddie. Both John and Serafina stood there in horror as you watch Freddie tell them.

“Be calm. I do not wish to harm either of you. It issss time. You both are finally ready. The world needssss you both now. Follow me.”

“We aren’t going anywhere with you Naga! Now leave us alone!” Serafina growled as the tip of her wand began to glow.

“That is not your decision Serafina Rhea Black!” Freddie warned as he slithered closer to them and stood almost two feet taller than them.

Both John and Serafina stood there terrified and frozen with fear. They knew that magic wouldn’t work against a Naga so they were completely helpless at this point. As Freddie continued to glare down at the two of them, he was unaware of something stalking behind him.

A thunderous roar soon came from behind as Freddie was now jumped by a very large dark maned lion. The lion continuously scratched and bite at Freddie. He tried to grab the lion with his coils but it soon leapt off of him, leaving Freddie bleeding from his back and sides.

Soon all of Serafina’s family both on her mother’s and father’s side surrounded the area.

“GET OFF OF OUR LANDS NAGA!!” Her father roared as he now stood where the lion once stood. Her mother, cousins, aunt, and uncles all glared at Freddie with pure hatred as their wands were at the ready, glowing with the most powerful spell they could think of that would at least drive Freddie away.

Panting he lowered himself to the ground but not before staring once again at John and Serafina. Then with a quick burst of speed, Freddie disappeared into the grass never to be seen again. Serafina’s father now once again as the lion let out a fearsome roar as he panted aggressively.

Serafina turned to John and checked him over as did he, the two young lovers cupping each other’s faces to make sure the other was still there. For no one had ever survived a Naga encounter.

“Did it hurt you?” her father’s voice suddenly said as he took Serafina away from John. He soon began checking her over as Serafina said.

“Dad stop it I’m fine.” He then cupped her face as he said.

“Don’t ever do that to us again. We were so worried.” He placed his forehead against hers in a comforting gesture. Thankful that his daughter was still alive.

“Nothing happened dad, I’m fine. As is John.” That’s when her father briefly glared at John before turning to the two ginger haired twins.

“Fred, George. Take Serafina back to the Burrow along with the rest of the children.” The twins soon walked up towards Serafina and linked her arms with theirs.

“Fred, George put me down! Stop it you guys!”

“You’re lucky to be alive Serafina.” Said one of the twins.

“Yeah Serafina. Nagas eat wizards and witches. You would’ve been a perfect appetizer.” Then with a spiral of wind, the three of them disappeared from the field. You remember John calling it apparating.

The next scene however would prove to what Freddie told you earlier about Serafina’s father. And you would find yourself even being afraid of her father more than John’s.

When Serafina was gone, her father turned back to John who tried to make himself smaller.

“How. Dare you!” her father growled.

“I’m sorry sir.”

“YOU’RE SORRY!?” He roared. “First you take my daughter away from watching her younger cousins. Then you take her out straight to the border despite KNOWING! A NAGA WAS IN THE AREA!!!”

“I know a Naga was here. I don’t know what it wanted, I was only here because my grandfather—” that’s when John stopped talking and as Serafina’s father let out a low yet angry lion growl out of his throat, John’s face suddenly changed to an ‘oh shit’ face.

He knew he had screwed up by mentioning his grandfather before her father.

“YOU’RE GRANDFATHER WAS HERE!?!?” Edmund roared out.

“No. I—” John tried to save himself but Edmund pointed his wand right at John. The tip glowing bright green as he sneered.

“Do not lie to me John Deacon!” he towered over John’s frightened form. His eyes filled with fear as he looked up at Mr. Black. You wished you had existed that way you could defend John from the oncoming wrath of Serafina’s father.

“My grandfather said he wanted to meet Serafina. And he insisted it be out here but I’d never let him hurt her I promise!” John suddenly spat out as fast as he could. It almost sounded like he wasn’t even speaking English with how fast he was talking. Suddenly he was hit square in the chest with a blue blast of magic and knocked down to the ground.

The wind practically knocked out of him as he tried to sit himself back up.

“I don’t know what my daughter ever saw in you. But it ends now! YOU’VE ALWAYS BEEN A CURSE UPON MY FAMILY!!” John curled in on himself trying to hide like a turtle in its shell. That’s when you saw Edmund Black raise his wand and began to say.

“Avada Ked—” but then a crash of lightning lit up the sky before it began to suddenly downpour rain.

Serafina’s entire family was confused and one young girl around Serafina’s age (probably another cousin) spoke up.

“Why’s it raining? It’s dry season.” That’s when her mother said.

“It’s true. The Curse of Grindelwald!” that’s when her father backed away fearfully.

“You did this. You’re-you’re a demon! I’ve known it since you came into our lives!” he screamed down at John.

“What? No I’m not! I’m…….” John trailed off not knowing what else to say.

“If your grandfather won’t let me kill you. Then I’ll just erase my daughter’s memory of you. Every last ounce of it!”

“Edmund No! She didn’t do anything I’m sorry it was all me! Erase my memory just—”

“STAY AWAY FROM HER!! DEMON!!” then like Serafina and her cousins Fred and George did, Edmund Black apparated out of the fields.

John turned towards the rest of Serafina’s family and pleaded over the sound of the rain and thunder.

“Someone help me stop him! Serafina’s innocent in all of this! Rhea please!” he turned towards Serafina’s mother who refused to look at him with her chin up and her eyes closed.

“You’ve endangered my child for the last time John Richard Deacon. As her mother I know what’s best for her, you will be obliviated from her mind.”

“WHAT KIND OF MOTHER ARE YOU!?!?” He roared at her. “You would willingly allow your daughter to have her mind erased!? You’ve never liked me! Hell you never even loved her! If you were really her mother you wouldn’t allow this to happen to your only child!” John continued to unleash his wrath on Serafina’s mom.

“I do love her John! I love her so much it hurts! And never have I seen her more happy than when she’s with you!” her mother wept. “That’s the problem. Don’t you see?” this time her mother spoke with venom in her voice. “Merlin’s beard! You are a descendant of Balthazar! You are a Deacon for Merlin’s sake! And yet……”

She exhaled her anger shakily as she now continued in a softer tone.

“When I think back on the chaos your family has caused; All I think is the danger my daughter will be in. It makes me feel—” she trailed off as her face now showed pure heartbreak and you could swear from the rain, you saw a teardrop fall down her face as she choked out. “Afraid.” Her fearful expression then hardened as she spoke in a stronger tone now, “Fear. Is one thing that your family has forbidden in the cult!”

She then turned away from John once again as she spoke gravely.

“That’s why I never looked at you. Serafina should’ve done the same to protect herself. Love like that gets you killed. And if she has to be erased of that…….so be it.” She then turned to the rest of the family. “Let’s ensure that Naga is far from these borders everyone.”

Soon her whole family took off on their brooms to do a search party for Freddie but you watched as one wizard stayed on the ground. Serafina’s uncle Albus.

“Albus wait!” John pleaded. “You know this can’t be right. Please I really need your help. I can’t stop your brother alone please. Serafina wouldn’t want this.” Albus whom you had seen earlier to have a clam exterior finally broke as he turned to John and spat at him venomously.

“I may have been accepting of your romantic relationship with my niece John. But now I draw the line here!”

“I’m sorry. I was stupid to bring her out here with the Naga on the loose. I didn’t mean for it to happen.”

“It’s not the Naga I’m upset about. It was the mention of your grandfather that broke my trust in you. You know as well as I do that those you meet your grandfather never. Come. Back. Alive!”

“I said I’m sorry what else is there for me to say?!” John begged to her uncle.

“We don’t care what you say from here on out. We care what you’ve done. All of this is your own fault. As I once taught you back in school, you can solve this on your own.” He walked a few feet away from John.

“Albus come on!” her uncle Albus lowered his head before turning back to John with broken eyes and spoke softly.

“For the first time in 35 years I agree with my brother. After today I don’t want you anywhere near Serafina.” After he said that, John’s eyes filled with tears before he apparated away broken heartedly. All the while Albus with his own heartbroken expression on his face before flying off.

The scene faded away before slightly altering itself. You turn to Freddie, tears pouring down your own face.

“Must they really blame him for his families actions? Why couldn’t they see that he’d never hurt Serafina? Hell, even now a thousand years later he never harmed her.”

“That’s the fear of the hierarchy. The Weasley’s and the Black’s feared the Deacon family more than anything. As did almost every other family all over England. That’s what power and bloodline can do for you. But this is what really set John over the edge.”

The scene still showed it was raining. The ground was even more wet than it was in the last scene you saw.

“After they saw me, both John and Serafina’s memories were wiped away of seeing a Naga. But when her father tried to erase her mind of John like he promised, Serafina fled and no one saw her for three days. That’s when in secret her cousins Fred and George told John about Serafina’s disappearance. He was planning on fleeing England since he didn’t belong anywhere but when he heard about his beloved missing, he feared the worst. So he went searching for her, never stopping till he found her. Even as it rained for days on end. Till finally he came across something that changed the game for him.”

You soon saw John land down on the ground racing across the field crying out Serafina’s name.

“SERAFINA! SERAFINA MY LOVE! If you’re out there please! Please answer me!” you then saw him trip over something. “Morgana damnit what did I just trip—on?” a flash of lightning soon revealed the most horrifying sight that made both you and John scream.

There on the ground motionless, scarred up and eyes glazed over was the corpse of Serafina’s father. Dried blood stained from his gaping mouth and his back littered with whip marks.

“The first of the hierarchy will perish. The family that he……no!” John first muttered to himself before gasping in horror. He was just about to take off when a blue fire whip wrapped around his waist slamming John to the ground before dissolving n the rain. John slowly turned around and you could see a figure from the rain and mist that started to form around the man.

When the mist cleared there stood a man that just gave you such a feeling that you couldn’t help but hide behind Freddie just to shield yourself away from this man. He had the same hair color as John’s father but instead of long it was spiked up and each side of his head looked shaved off. Both his eyes were different colors, one was deep dark brown while the other was so white it almost made his eye blind.

A slight mustache could be seen from his upper lip and in his hand was a wand unlike any other wand you’ve seen. It looked like it was made out of human bone and the joints of them stuck out like little bulbs along the length of the wand.

“Play nice now Johnny boy. No cheating.” God even this man’s voice sent fear up every inch of your body. The way it groveled in that low baritoneish register.

“G-Grandfather Grindelwald. Th—this was the family you…….”

“A little overboard on your mother’s part. Now where are the rest of them?” his grandfather said as he got right into John’s face.

“I……..”

“As I said to you earlier John. No lying. Play fair for your grandfather unlike this poor soul.” He said as he gestured towards Serafina’s father. John remained silent before his grandfather snapped. “Answer me! Now boy!”

“They’re searching for one of their own! And the younger children are at the family home at the Burrow!” John surrendered. Oh god John what have you done?

“That’s a good boy. I’ll have to thank ole’ Albus for that little tip of his brother’s weak spot. It was very……informative. Now, my dear grandson. The time has finally come for you to take your stand amongst your family.”

“Wait! You can’t kill them!”

“You would still defend them even after they abandoned you?” his grandfather stroked John’s cheek with the back of his hand. You could visibly see John shaking underneath his grandfather’s touch as he continued to pull the heartstrings on John. “John Richard Deacon, my grandson. The next in line for the title of Sorcerer Supreme. Surpassing my own sons and your older brother. Mistreated by your own blood, unloved. And feared by others. Oh……but not all. There is one—who loves you so dearly.”

The whispers of his grandfather were haunting to listen to. This man was a true manipulator.

“If her family really knew her, they would’ve found her already. What do you say lad?” John stayed silent before looking down. His shoulders shaking and his grandfather wrapped his arms around John. “We can be her family now. You both can be together forever.”

“If you really want me to prove myself to you, let me be the one to do it.” John said. His grandfather released him from his hug and said.

“How do I know you’ll finish all of them?”

“I’ve been with them for over 16 years there’s no one they’ll trust more than me. I’ll kill every last one of them. Find Serafina and bring her to the manor. Even if I have to put her under a spell to do so! But call off the hunt and let me kill every last one of those filthy Half-blood traitors and cowards!”

His grandfather eyed him while John held firm. His eyes showing darkness and anger behind them.

“Very well. Go.” John walked past his grandfather but he gave John one last piece of advice. “And Johnny boy. None of this is personal. It’s what one does in order to keep the peace. We can’t allow naysayers or doubters in our midst. Once your Sorcerer Supreme by the end of the Summer, you’ll understand.” With that John flew off.

You and Freddie follow behind John to see him now landing at the Border’s entrance of the English wizard’s homeland. John turned around with solemn eyes.

“I’m sorry.” He whispered.

“JOHN! JOHN!!” His head raised up at the sound of a female voice calling out to him. Racing through the rain was none other than Serafina.

“SERAFINA!” he dropped his broom and raced towards her. The two of them embraced as he lifted her up and spun her around in his arms. The two of them frantically kissing each other. “What are you…..doing…..here?! Are you…..okay!? Why did…..you do this? Why!?” John said between his kisses.

“My dad was trying to erase our memories and I couldn’t let him do that to me and then I heard that my dad hurt you! I’m so sorry I wasn’t there to help you. I should never have allowed Fred and George to take me away! If only I fought against that Naga then my family wouldn’t have been there……this is all my fault!” she wept brokenly.

“No, no, no. Shhh, hey, hey shhhh. Shhhh” John embraced her tightly. He rocked her back and forth as she wept into his chest. “It’s okay, it’s okay. I’m sorry I put you in the middle of all of this.” He kept Serafina close to her, kissing the top of her forehead and the crown of her head.

After she calmed down, Serafina looked up at John and said to him.

“When my family finds us, I can explain everything to them. Including my dad. They’ll understand I promise.” Hearing the mention of her family’s ultimate fate and even seeing her father’s corpse with his own two eyes made John look down in shame. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.” John said solemnly.

“No. Something’s on your mind. What is it John?”

“It’s just……I—I’m running away from home.”

“What?” she gasped out. “But you know you have a home with me. My aunt Molly and Uncle Arthur accept you. As does uncle Albus. I don’t care what my parents say you can stay with us at the Burrow.”

“It’s not that it’s just……” he trailed off again. His silence was beginning to worry Serafina down to her very core.

“John you’re scaring me. Tell me what’s going on?” suddenly a flash of lightning was heading straight down for Serafina but just before it could strike, John apparated the two of them out of harm’s way.

“Serafina I need you to trust me right now I promise I’ll explain everything but now is not the time! Please my love come with me!” John desperately pleaded with her as he extended his hand out to her. Serafina turned back towards their home before looking back at John.

“Are we—ever coming back?” her voice choked out. John remained silent before saying.

“Unlikely.”

“I’ve never been further than this before. I’m frightened.” She whimpered. That’s when John took her left hand with both of his and he said as he held her hand to his lips.

“Me too.” He gave her hand a soft kiss before continuing, “But as long as we’re together, we can face anything. Right?”

“Okay. As—long as we’re together.” John brought Serafina close to him and the two of them shared a soft kiss before getting on top of their brooms and flying off away from their homes, their old lives.

The scene fade to black as you felt that feeling of being pulled back upwards and you let out a gasp before coughing and finding yourself back in the attic.

It was now nightfall as you and Freddie stood there in the darkness of the attic together. Stumbling back, you left the attic and collapsed half way out of the hallway at everything you had seen. That familiar pain in your chest that you felt just shortly after your final test was now growing stronger.

You clenched your heart as you tried to take deep soothing breaths. You feel a pair of hands touch your shoulders and soon you’re looking into the eyes of Brian.

“I know what it is you saw. For it has also been in our minds.”

“I—I can’t……..” Brian rubs your back comfortingly as you feel the tears trinkle down your face. “Does…..Did she ever find out?” you say after a while of nothing but silence.

“She’s clever. After a few months of traveling together she pieced why John took her without a good reason. And she found out from John just who exactly killed her father.” Brian said.

“Earlier when John knelt down before Serafina and she looked like she wanted to attack him. Why did he not try to fight back?”

“Since it was his family that killed hers, every year on this date. John nulls his magic so that he’s powerless to even fight against Serafina. He then offers himself to her as penance for her to unleash her magical rage upon his body. To inflict every ounce of pain that not only has ran through her body, but her families. But every year she can’t bring herself to do it. Because she knows it wasn’t John’s doing.” Freddie explained.

“Poor Serafina. I can’t imagine the guilt that plaques her mind. Or what she’s going through. I mean I’ve lost family members naturally or back during the War but—I can’t imagine mass murder.” It was then Freddie left the hallway without another word.

“One other person can though.” Brian tells you. You turn to the Elven lord and he continues, “Remember when Freddie said that he and Serafina share something in common?” you nod. “Did he sneer at the name of Thomas Riddle Deacon?”

“Yeah in the flashbacks he mentioned that Thomas started the war and—wait. You mean……” Brian nodded solemnly.

“Never did I think it could be possible, but he did it. Thomas Riddle Deacon. John’s great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great grandfather was the first wizard of Balthazar’s line to destroy the kind wizard name of the Deacons. Thomas Riddle forged the most powerful wand known to all Wizards and Witches. The Eldar wand, made of the bone of a wizard and harnessed by the most powerful lifeforce. Legend says that that wand has enough power to extinguish an entire race. And with that wand, he used it to obliterate all the Nagas of the world. The Nagas fearing this power was too much for one wizard to handle, assembled an army to stop Riddle. In the end…..Freddie was the sole survivor of the massacre.”

Poor Freddie. No wonder why he’s so cautious around others, so quick to strike first. He had to watch his entire family be killed right in front of him.

And now learning of how Nagas can live eternally and last eons, carrying that guilt with him for that long—no wonder why he is the way he is.

“Can—can I see Serafina?”

“You won’t have much luck. She’s never spoken until after a week of mourning her family. You can try but don’t get your hopes up. And be cautious of what you say around her. Last time I tried to help, I got shot back 30 feet and ended up stuck in the tree of a wasp colony for 2 days.” You stand up and walk back out towards the garden.

The crickets chirping away their nightly orchestra song, the stars twinkling in the sky and the half moon high at the center of the sky. You saw Serafina, Roger and John in the same position as this morning, none of them moved an inch.

Slowly you walk up towards them and finally speak up the names of your teachers.

“John? Serafina?”

“What do you want?” John’s voice graveled out as he kept his head down low.

“I—I know what happened. I know your stories.” You say. None of them move till John slowly turns his head towards you. His eyes narrowed and cold.

“How much do you know?”

“Everything. Freddie showed me with Brian’s mirror and using both of your tears. The day you both first met each other, your families, even the day you both left. I know everything. I—”

“Don’t say you’re sorry! You don’t know the first thing about what we went through. Seeing it is one thing but actually going through it is another! Now leave us and let Serafina grieve in peace!” John snarled. His hand slowly starting to glow purple.

Fearing that he was going to attack you out of pure rage and send you flying across the sky, you slowly back away from John fearfully.

“Wait.” A voice spoke up. Roger’s and John’s face turn to pure shock as Serafina now finally free of her broken shell spoke up. She steps toward you and says in the same low tone, “After knowing everything, do you still trust John Deacon with your life (Y/n)?”

You turn to John who looks at you with a grim look on his face. Even after seeing what John went through in his childhood, you knew that wasn’t who he was today. You’ve seen how he’s acted around you, the guys, but especially Serafina. How loyal he is to her and how he’s protected her.

“Very much so.” You say determinedly.

“Then your final test was a success.” She said softly. “I had hoped mine would be the same after all these years, but—” she turned her head away from you, shutting her eyes tightly and biting her lower lip. You could see tears at the corner of her eyes even through the half-moon’s light.

“It wasn’t your fault though Serafina.” You say softly before reaching out and placing your hand on her shoulder. Her head snapped right back to yours and you saw for yourself her eyes glowing pure red with rage as she snapped at you.

“DON’T TOUCH ME!!” the red light faded from her eyes as she looked down and spat out, “I don’t want any more pity!” you back away from her. Even feel John’s hands on your shoulders as he pulled you away from her rage. “For this next week; Freddie, Brian and Roger will continue your training. I’m sure you also know why you’re learning all of this?”

“Yes ma’am. Freddie told me the morning of my final test.” You didn’t bother to even ask how she could’ve found out about that. Being a witch (and a very, very skilled telepathic witch as John told you on your one on one sessions) she must’ve known from reading either yours or Freddie’s mind.

“Of course, he did.” She sighed solemnly as she got down to her knees. “After a week John and I will resume your magical training.” With that she became that broken shell once again. Her face frozen yet her eyes looking like they were traveling far back in time.

Searching eternally for answers on why but only coming up with pain and regret.

“There. You’ve spoken your mind to them. Now let Serafina rest and John to accept his punishment.” Roger tells you sternly.

With that you don’t say another word. You turn your back on them and leave the three of them in the garden in the cool spring weather.

In your bedroom you just lay there staring up at the ceiling digesting everything that happened today. Suddenly an even greater pain struck your chest. You don’t know whether it was sympathy pains for John and Serafina but this time around after seeing their childhood, the pain in your chest was growing bigger and more painful than ever before.

“I’m sorry Serafina. I’m sorry John. I wish you both didn’t have to go through all that.” You shut your eyes, and fell into na restless sleep.

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The mini foundation wolrd actually has a outside world and GOIs, the outside wolrd is of course normal and doesn't know about the foundation.

But then we get to the GOIs

Most of the GOIs are pretty normal kinda like the foundation, but then you get to the people running them and the main few that are well known.

The first one is the Serpent's hand who are all just a bunch of minis, but the one different about them is that they are insanely chill. Unlike the minis line Glass and iceberg who will threaten to wipe out your bloodline cause you took the last cookie. You can just chuck the black queen out the window and she'll be fine with it.

Not to say they can't kill you, they can most definitely, but they are really hard to piss off. Most foundation personnel are told if they ever see a Serpent's hand member to just pick them up and throw them out the window. This is the best way to get rid of them as well sense if you try to capture them they will find a way out every time.

They are mainly known for borrowing SCPs and are very sneaky, especially sense they are even smaller than the small foundation employees.

Then there is the Sarkics and the Church of the broken god.

They stay the same, but they are all pretty chill, besides the fact that all of them always look scary, or cary in mini terms. Basically no matter what a member of the Sarkics or Church of the broken god does, they face is always covered in shadows.

One other thing the members are all normal human height except for bumaro and Ion who are 8 feet tall.

Then there is the GOC who is unnecessarily angry all the time. They are like squeaky mad hamsters. They are mad, but not scary or threatening. They are jsut very mad potatos.

Then there is chaos insurgency who are pretty much as villain as villain as you can get, but they can not plan for shit and always fail. They are dumb and their reasons are dumb as well.

Then there is the UIU, these guys are completely ignorant, clueless, innocent, and so nice. They don't know what they are doing, but as long as they are saving people then it's ok right?

In the end even GOIs weren't saved from the craziness.

#scp fandom #scp #scp foundation #scp au #scp goi #the mini foundation

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Got some new revised muses for ya’ll !! c:

Hennavi “Henna” Avery. Female. 30. Pan/Demi. FC: Zendaya The first thing Henna remembers is opening her eyes, finding her hands on the steering wheel of a car, driving through the desert. She doesn’t know where she is going. There is a vintage camera, typerwriter, & scattered papers in her passanger seat. She does not know anything about herself, nor does she have any memories to reflect upon. A man & a woman are sitting in the backseat, but they flicker like dying lightbulbs. They do not speak, but their presence seems to provide her the information she needs to understand her situation. She is an investigative journalist, & a private detective with a psychic gift. Years later she still doesn’t know how she came to be on that desert road, or why she forgot everything that had happened before, but she knows it set her on a path of mystery.

Bekarian “Beck” Rosfaule. Masc NB. 36. Bi. FC: Rami Malek Beck is the son of Arnest Rosfaule, a famed ambassador & politician. He grew up as “the ambassador’s son”, constantly moving, never without a chaperone or security detail. Yet, he was his own person too, an artist, an actor. Beck was a good student & a good son. Even as he got older he stayed close his father, & that was how he met Amyn, one of the many rotating faces of Arnest’s bodyguards. His father pushed them together, always reminding his son that you’ll need someone to look out for you when I’m gone. & he loved Amyn, he did. But then, his father died, & suddenly he was “the son of the dead ambassador”. So he left that life behind, & went to spend his life with Amyn, though still harboring his father’s secret, a secret that was now his own: his ancestors had been followers of Anubis, warriors that were sworn servants & protectors of his sanctity. & now, all these years later, his family was still bound to that loyalty, & when Beck’s father had died he had passed his title on to his son, naming him an heir of Anubis, presenting him with the responsibility of maintaining the promise his ancestors had once made to the goc. & thus, he took up the mantle, becoming Jackyl, a warrior of the hidden world of Egyptian mythology & magic.

Amyntas “Amyn” Andreas. Male. 32. Homo. FC: Chris Evans Amyn was born & raised on military bases, both of his parents being in the armed forces, & most of his ancestors before him. So, of course, he followed in their footsteps & joined the Marines, becoming another chain in his family’s legacy as soldiers. Amyn was a good soldier too, earning his fair share of honors & medals, proving himself time & time again, claiming every rank one by one. Then, one faithful day, he was put on the security detail of ambassador Rosfaule, & met his son, Beck, his future boyfriend & fiance. At first things were awkward between them, but as Beck’s father learned of their budding relationship he supported them, giving Amyn the courage to make a move. & he did, & Beck seemed happy for the first time since he’d met him. Then, Ambassador Rosfaule passed away suddenly, & Amyn was given a new position elsewhere. Yet, to his surprise, Beck followed him, & so they officially became an item, moving in together, making a life together. The two of them, against the world. Except, Amyn had his own secret: he was a god, reborn. Once he had been an ancient deity of war & hunting, but as times changed his followers thinned, until he was completely forgotten by history & mythology. Amyn is just his latest reincarnation.

Mordecai Kohle. Male. 39. Pan. FC: Zach Mcgowan Mordecai was born & raised in a modern cult, & it was the only life he knew until the day he began to question it. Then, before he’d decided much of anything about the cult, he was thrust out into the world & cut off from his family, from the life he had known. So he went into the military to keep himself occupied, replacing the rules of the cult with the structure of the army. He proved himself, adapted, came ot understand the world he was a part of, & finally managed to get over his past, leave it behind. When he left the military he was offered an internal job with the government, & without anywhere else to go took it. Now he’s part of a private taskforce responsible for dealing with terrorist cells, splinter groups, private militaries, &, funnily enough, domestic cults.

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Observation Changes Reality And Why The UIU Can’t

There aren’t going to be many spoilers in here, so don’t worry about that. Although, what would help is if you read the UIU Series With No Name, UIU Files Chapter One, and the First Thaumaturgy Seminar from the GOC before reading this. It isn’t entirely needed, but I’ll be citing them a tiny bit. But as I said, you don't have to read it.

I do have to admit, I thought that the third rule of Thaumaturgy was 'Perception changes reality' when I was building this idea up. Ends up it's actually 'Observation changes reality' instead. Doesn't matter much though, it only strengthens my point in my opinion.

Anyways, this is for my canon. I'm not trying to change minds on the UIU, I'm just trying to explain how a bit of magic can correlate with the one GoI that seems to really lack it.

Quick note, perception/observing are going to be used interchangeably, but I'll be leaning more towards the former.

So, the First Seminar from the GOC states that there are three rules of Thaumaturgy, which is professional speak for 'magic'. There's 'Part affects the whole', 'Like creates like', and the most important in this, 'Observation changes reality'.

To start off, I'll explain exactly what that rule means, at least in the context of my canon.

Seeing something happen changes how you see reality. I said in the first part that I thought that it was perception and not observation, but both of them go hand-in-hand for this. The point is, once you see something anomalous, once you see something that challenges what you think is real, then your entire view on the world changes. Think of this as the introduction to a magical world in fantasy books. Once that happens, you can't go back, you can't forget that said magic exists. Whether or not you want to return to it is up to you. You saw the proof, now you'll just have to accept it.

Now, if knowing something and observing it happening can change your perception, then having knowledge of the world can also be a path towards changing reality. Yeah, actually seeing something with your own eyes might be easier, but knowledge plays a big part in that. You can see something and know something, but that doesn't mean you'll understand it. This will play a part in the next section.

Keep in mind, this is about perceiving the truth of what reality allows and what it is. Just because someone's perception of the world changes, doesn't mean that their stance on what should happen changes either. The Foundation is the biggest piece of evidence there is. The higher your security clearance, the more you'll know, and the more control over reality you'll have. And yet, with all their information, they still want to contain anomalies, they still want to maintain the veil. This is because they still want to Protect, even if they've changed how they see reality. You can see and acknowledge the other side of an argument, but that doesn't mean you'll agree with it.

So, what can you do now that you've stared in the face of something that shouldn't be possible? Well, in order to bend the rules, you must know them, and by knowing how others bend them, you too can do the same. Along with this, enforcing your will on reality will allow you to change it too, but it might take a bit more willpower than, say, someone who's already a Reality Bender or Shaper.

This perception also explains another thing. There are many actual anomalous cults surrounding 'incomprehensible entities' because, at their point, they're anomalous/aware enough that the so-called eldritch being looks to them like a saint would to us. This slightly goes into the territory of Humes, but I'll risk walking near it. The point is, their perception allows them to see these entities without going mad, it changes their reality so they can handle the knowledge of such things existing.

So, if observation and perception can change reality, why can't the UIU do that?

It's simple, they lack both. Of course there are expections, but for the most part, this is the general trend.

To be completely blunt, they're all idiots when it comes to this. Lone exception goes to the people stationed in Three Portlands, but when it comes to the anomalous, they know absolutely shit. But, you really can't blame them, and this is where we see the return of the Foundation.

In the UIU Series With No Name, there's a prime example of how the Foundation treats them. They give them something to deal with that they don't have time/don't want to waste their own time on. If it ends up to be bigger than they expected, then they take the agents out and put their own in. The agents are given minimal information, and if there's any at all, then it's limited to only those who are sent out.

Apart from that, they only have experience. They handle anomalies, but they don't know when to apply that experience because they don't know what to pin it on. They say that experience connects the dots of knowledge, but if there are no points in the first place, you just have limp spaghetti.

The only exception to this could be the people stationed in Three Portlands, who would have to have more information on anomalies, who would definitely have their observations on reality affect their perception. And if not that, then just being around anomalous people could literally rub off on them. Of course, they're an outlier, and can't exactly share any knowledge. What happens in Three Portlands stays in Three Portlands, especially if the Foundation doesn't know about the place yet.

It's clear that, at first, the Foundation only wants the UIU to act as a tool for them to use. Technically, these people are throwaway agents that aren't theirs but can perform actions for them. They don't need to be given more information than they can gather themselves.

There are more points on what they do with the Unit, how they treat them, and how it's detrimental to the Unit, but that's for the bonus parts.

The point is, the UIU can't affect reality because they don't have enough observations - with knowledge behind it - to change how they see reality. You can't change something if you don't have the means to, and sadly, the Unit doesn't have anything to really help this cause.

But, not only is the Unit basically uneducated in anomalies for the most part, but they don't have many people to work and not enough money to help them. Of course, there are exceptions, but this is a general trend.

Starting with understaffing, there are two things. One, being sent to work with the UIU is usually done as a punishment, as seen in The UIU Files Chapter One and a few other tales. Two, the Foundation usually tries to hire anyone from the UIU that they see could work well as agents, as seen in both The UIU Series With No Name and The UIU Files Chapter One. And when it comes to the Foundation hiring you, it's probably both widely seen as an honor and an improvement. Better living conditions, better tools, more money, better insurance honestly. It'd be an upgrade from whatever the UIU had to offer, and that's why the Unit doesn't have many 'competent' workers.

Now, for the budget problem. I ask you to go into the shoes of someone who's planning the budget for the government. If you had an agency that was filled with people who know nothing, do nothing, are implied to be worth nothing, and are considered laughing stocks, would you fund them? From a logical standpoint, there's no reason for there to be much of a budget towards the UIU, and whatever they get would probably be used to help the Three Portlands Office. Apart from that, the only thing they seem to be useful for is having a link to the anomalous world, although it's not too strong of one.

The Unusual Incidents Unit of the FBI is mainly stuck between a rock and a hard place when it comes to what they can do. Literally, the most they've done is deal with Three Portlands, but that's an incredibly isolated place. But, maybe finding that place is what'll be their saving grace.

Warning, this is the point where everything crosses into my canon. You can continue reading this, but there's no need to follow this completely. This part is only for me to get my ideas out, you don't have to follow them.

Now, here we are, trying to untie this knot of problems. All of them seem to feed into the other, and one getting worse makes the rest get worse along with it. However, that's exactly how we get out of this, and that means exploiting the loosest point. That being the information problem.

Now, why would the Foundation ever give the Unit more information? Well, if they give them more information, then they'd be able to perform their jobs better, but they'd just send in their own agents if needed. No, they need an example for why they should allow the Unit to know more about anomalies, and what better example is there than the Three Portlands Office.

Like I said earlier, they have more experience and knowledge on anomalies, they get this information without the Foundation being able to block it from them. So, in a way, Three Portlands is like an isolated experiment that set itself up, and the Foundation is free to watch what happens. And when it looks like there was nothing but benefits in it, they decide to allow more information to go to the Unit.

Of course, the Foundation needs to find a way to make sure that a UIU agent won't 'accidentally' leak information to someone (although it could definitely be completely accidental). So, we have gag orders. Many examples of the effects of a gag order on an agent can be seen in The UIU Series With No Name. It's an easy solution that can easily be put on and taken off, as seen in that same series. [I wrote this before the latest tale in it came out and yeah, you really see what I mean if you read it]

You might be wondering 'How in the world can the Unit get over this when no one wants to work for the Unit and most good workers are hired by the Foundation?'. Well, remember when I said that being hired by the Foundation was widely considered an honor and improvement? There are some people who don't want to work with the Foundation, and Quinn McAllister from The UIU Series With No Name is an example of one of them. Skip over the next paragraph if you don't want spoilers, but I won't go too in depth.

In Taproots, Agent Adams holds Quinn back in order to ask her if she would want to work for the Foundation, and she says that she would never want to work with them ever. Along with that, throughout much of the series, there's a lot of bashing on the Foundation.

And so, the solution to this problem is Pure Spite Towards The Foundation.

So, now that both the other problems have been resolved, we can now see the funding problem being solved, which doesn't need much explanation. They're doing more than they've ever done before, they're better, they're worth more. So the government is more willing to spend more on them.

With that, the UIU has broken free from these problems and can function well in the face of most other GoIs. Yeah, a few of them might be a bit too big for them, but they'll be able to hold up better than before. Now, they'll still be considered a laughing stock by the anomalous community, but that's a whole other thing to talk about...

Also, if you want to read a bit on how the UIU and Foundation usually interact after they get to this point, On The Radar pretty much sums it up. They can handle shit, but their way isn't the way the Foundation wants. Although, the Foundation is a bit more lenient and experimentative than I'd think, but maybe they just learned their lesson from the UIU.

#scp foundation #scp fandom #scp #scp headcanons #groups of interest #unusual incidents unit #uiu #this is me being salty about the tagging system #if you read this entire thing #i thank you dearly

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I need social connections

Oh man I thought I could survive alone but I think we all thought that at some point, and with reason as we had, for a time, been all lonely and completely fine really but then as life got harder and faster, we had to get better and stronger. We had to be together in order to function better. This is not something I felt but I saw a meme with Bateman from American Psycho and he's like signalling his eyes as to coming to realisation or something and becoming more calm as the meme progresses, and the caption was,"All your hatred and negative thoughts leaving your mind as she hugs you and you realise that you needed a human touch all this time, something to remind you that you're human too." Damn, I never felt that way. That's true I have never felt a meaningful touch in my life, and for some reason I feel the need that to reassure myself that I shouldn't be the one complaining about it because there are like billions of people who haven't felt a meaningful touch in their life. That's actually a very incorrect reassurance and a completely flawed explanation but I gotta hold onto something.

Will I feel human touch for the next 4 years? No. I am going to be completely honest so I can at least realize the now. I won't be feeling any meaningful touch for the next 4 years, not from my parents, not from my siblings, not from my friends, not from my girlfriends(if any), because the next 4 years are going to be busy. I will be researching and learning stuff, practicing engineering and science vigorously until I master it and engineer something so magnificent that a single patent will earn me financial independence, all in 4 years. Now that THAT's out of the way, I can reassure myself that if I don't feel a meaningful touch in my life, its not because I am undeserving of it, but also because of my reluctance. I must focus on my work for now. If I intend to create a legacy, I'll need money to buy my freedom first. Nobody said its going to be simple, or easy for that matter but its something I have to do.

Of course I need some human companionship till then, how will I find it? Well... girlfriends and friends and family, they'll provide it. As for meaningful touch, I have accepted that my time will come, it just isn't coming anytime in the next 4 years. '26 or later maybe I'll feel some meaningful touch to wake up to on a Sunday late morning.

But hey I am not complaining because that gets me nowhere, and well I am kind of tired of my own problems so I might just ignore them, also some medical issues have come up. I am not as invincible as I thought myself to be.

I am listening to luxury academy right now. I'll go to sleep now. Tomorrow I'll finish Logarithms and Inequalities. Then I'll pick up ANY practice sheet I find and solve it all; practice sheets, packages, booklets, you name it. I'll also revise Permutations and Combinations and since it is a first time practice, I'll take it easy, but I'll definitely be steady in it because if it becomes easy, that'll be no fun. That'll open doors to my probability training, and with that I think that my Algebra part will be officially over. Quadritic Equations and Complex Numbers will not take long, neither in practice nor in revision for they are well versed chapters. Sequence and Series is a ball buster but it is a chapter to do and it will be done. I'll think about geometry after Algebra. General Organic Chemistry is done so I'll quickly do the lectures and notes and finish the exercises and move on. I'll time it too so as to get my speed out early on. That would be fun! I am looking forward to Isomerism and GOC practice. Ah physics, its all done except the last few chapters; the Light related chapters and Nuclear chapters, Magnetism and Advanced and electricity, that's all that is left. Gaseous State is over and soon it will be under the rug once I finish the practice. Periodic Table I have almost mastered, jsut need a little bit more learning and then onto practice we go, meanwhile we'll do Chemical Bonding Lectures. Once Periodic Table is mastered, ALL chemistry chapters become at least 40% easy; it is just that much important chapter. Now with all that out of the way, I'll go to sleep now. Alright? Good night.

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7 Ways to Up Your Income Online

More and more people are looking for ways to earn money online. Some are turning to side hustles to make a little extra money, while others are creating internet businesses that become their full-time job.

Let's take a look at seven ways to make money online that can take up a little or a lot of your time. Think of these options as supplemental sources of income, most of which have the potential to be a whole lot more.

Affiliate Marketing

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Affiliate marketing

can be a low-cost and relatively easy way to make money online. You don't need to have any of your own products or services to sell; affiliate marketing gives you a chance to earn commissions from large companies.

You promote the products or services of a company on your website/blog or social media account, providing links to the company's offerings. These affiliate tracking links ensure you get the credit for having delivered a paying customer to the company's website, and you get a percentage of the sale as your reward.

The main work involved in affiliate marketing is giving people a reason to visit your website/blog—or Instagram, Facebook, Twitter, or other social media account—and building up a large group of visitors and followers. To do that, you should provide content that is likely to attract people who are interested in purchasing the thing you're trying to get people to buy. For example, you might write and make videos about consumer electronics products—how to use them and/or which ones are the best—in a way that's optimized for search engines.

Start Your Own E-Commerce Website

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A related way to make money online—but that perhaps requires a bit more work on your part—is with an

e-commerce website.

You would sell products from your website, either your own that you create or commercially available ones.

If you choose the latter route, the most common and hassle-free way to fulfill orders is via drop shipping. You get the customers and take their orders, but a third-party company warehouses and ships the products for you.

It's better to focus on one product category that you can create your own niche in and devote your website to.

If you make your own products, you might want to start out selling them on both an established platform, like Etsy, and your own site. After you build up a base of customers, you could ultimately cut out that middleman.

You can further monetize your e-commerce website by hosting ads, such as with Google AdSense.

Online Publishing

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Regardless of your current occupation, publishing nonfiction

e-books

is a good way to help establish yourself as authority in your field while making

passive income

. Once you've written and published the book, you don't have to actively do anything to take in revenue from it.

Alternatively, if you've written a novel that needs to be read—especially in a popular genre like romance, science fiction, fantasy, or mystery—publishing it as an e-book has the potential to get thousands of eyes on it.

The two biggest companies that enable you to self-publish e-books are IngramSpark and Kindle Direct Publishing.

You can sell e-books on platforms like Amazon.com. If you are able to make a name for yourself as an author, you can begin selling e-books directly from your own website and increase your profits.

If you've been blogging for a long time about a certain topic, you should be able to edit and package your existing posts into a book without too much additional work.

Consumers of self-published e-books expect a quality experience that's on par with the offerings of a traditional publisher. If you don't have all the skills to ensure a polished final product, you might consider hiring a copy editor to fine-tune your writing and a designer to create an enticing cover. And if you're having trouble transforming your ideas into paragraphs and chapters of prose, you could hire a developmental editor to help you with that beginning part of the process.

Take Online Surveys

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Taking online surveys is an easy way to earn a little extra cash or prizes such as gift cards.

Market research

firms (MRFs) are behind many online survey sites, including

American Consumer Opinion

, which is owned by

Decision Analyst

. You can also sign up to take surveys using aggregators like

IdeaShifters

Swagbucks

, which partner with many different corporations and MRFs.

You shouldn't expect to make more than a dollar or so per survey. And you will most likely have to provide a good deal of information about yourself before you can take the first one.

When looking for survey-taking opportunities, stick with companies that have a proven track record of paying for survey responses and that are not scams designed to get your personal info. You should also keep in mind that you may not be eligible to take certain surveys because you don't match the demographics the company is looking for. You may be too old or too young, for example.

Online Freelancing

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If you have a specific skill-based service you can carry out remotely, such as IT services, copyediting, or graphic design, you can offer it as an online freelancer. If you are able to find and accept enough gigs, you could become a full-time freelancer in your field. Or you could take on occasional assignments to supplement the income from your main job.

You can find gigs using freelance-specific websites such as Freelancer and Upwork, as well as big job sites like Indeed. You should also consider joining an organization specifically for freelancers in your area of specialty. Such groups often let you post online information about yourself and the specific skills you can provide, and they may send out email alerts or have a jobs board with contact information for those seeking freelance help.

A freelancers organization can also provide a social outlet, connecting you with people who do the same work you do and are interested in the same things as you.

A site like Meetup may be a good place to begin finding others who share your interests and skill sets.

Coach Online

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Life coaching is another promising online career option, particularly if you have solid communication skills and a desire to help others succeed in their personal or professional life. Many people need a nudge to get them past a mental roadblock that's standing in the way of personal happiness or career confidence. As an online coach, you can offer advice to help them change their mindset and improve their lives.

Life coaches should not attempt to take the place of trained mental health professionals. Coaches deal with matters like personal growth and achieving goals, not overcoming mental illness.

One of the hardest things about becoming a life coach is finding a client base. When you're just starting out, you might try advertising online and offering to speak to community groups.

Having a professional certification can make you a more credible choice when someone is seeking a coach. And offering the testimonials of previous clients on your website also makes you a more attractive candidate.

Offer Online Courses

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Like e-books, online courses generate passive income after you've created them and made them available online. If you have a knack for teaching and a set of skills you would like to share with others, consider creating online courses as a way of making additional money.

The primary website where you could post your courses—and get paid for them—is Udemy. But as with the other online businesses, if you are able to establish a reputation, you might have success offering your courses through your own site.

In addition to knowledge in a particular subject area, you will need to have an engaging presence in your videos. If you can't retain potential students' attention, they won't come back for more classes.

The Bottom Line

There's a lot of competition online for many of these money-making opportunities—especially with more and more people unable or unwilling to work in a traditional setting because of COVID-19. According to Stanford University economist Nicholas Bloom, 42% of U.S. employees were working from home full-time as of June 2020.1

To make a go of most of these possibilities, you will have to stand out from the crowd and convince prospective clients and customers that you're the right person to buy from or hire. Becoming successful at any online occupation requires exceptional online marketing skills. If you can learn how to successfully sell yourself and gain followers and search engine hits, your business's success should follow.

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kerahlekung · 4 years

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Tanah haram Musang King pun salah DAP...

Tanah haram Musang King pun salah DAP....

Masalah tanah kat Pahang tu dah berpuluh tahun..sejak bila DAP perintah Pahang ? cuba tanya Tuan Ibrahim.. Hat pertahan hak pekebun tu bukan saja DAP..tapi MCA pun ada.tapi bani melayu PAS dan UMNO dok nampak DAP saja.. cerita tanah peneroka..hat takda geran ni, bukan jadi pada Cina jer. Dalam Malaysia ni..mana2 Negeri, hal ehwal Tanah ini adalah kuasa MB.. nak pinda atau beri tanah kuasa MB, Agensi Tanah pun bawah MB.. Kerajaan Pusat kalau nak buat jalan atau lebuh raya pun kena runding dengan Negeri..Kalau dah berani cina tu tanam durian Musang King beribu ekar tu.. adalah yang payungnya.. dan yang payung, dah tentu ada kuasa.. Orang dok kata surat kuning..agaknya sebab nama dia Royal, Masa isu bauksit dulu..org kata Surat Kuning..isu Tanah sayur Cameron Highland tu, org kata Surat Kuning.. Balak di Pahang pun, sampai ada org kata ada watak Tengku Wong pun, ada org kata Surat kuning.. tapi yang buatnya bukan lah kerja Istana...tapi kerja orang Politik.. sapa lagi kalau bukan UMNO..

Apa hangpa ingat, tanam durian Musang king tu 2-3 bulan dah tumbuh keluar buah ? Jadi sapa dok payung depa.. Ladang Sayur tu, baru hari ni ker depa tanam.. jadi sapa Payung.. jadi apa kena dengan DAP.. depa ada kuasa ker bagi tanah? Jadi sekarang ni tauke Musang king nak bawa kes ke Mahkamah.. Apa hangpa ingat Kerajaan Negeri berani lawan? hangpa ingat depa berani hadap Mahkamah..karang satu2 nama dah keluar...semua surat keluar, surat biru..surat kuning..surat merah.. jangan risau, nanti hat keluar nama dalam Mahkamah, takda sorang pun bani DAP..semua bani Melayu.. Hentilah dok salahkan cina DAP.. Ni nak habaq, awat tak tanya ? Jasa sapa satu gunung Genting tu dapat kat tauke judi Lim Goh Tong ? kerja Lim Kit Siang ker..atau Lee Kuan Yew.. Itu semua kerja bani Melayu.. tu jasa Tan Sri Haji Mohamed Noah Omar, dulu Gunung Genting tu sebahagian milik Kerajaan Selangor..Tapi Tun Razak bantu pujuk Datuk Harun bagi tanah tu kat Lim Goh Tong.. Sapa jadi Tim Pengerusi Genting ? Pemimpin DAP ker.. ? Tak.. Tapi Bekas Ketua Polis Negara, Ketua Polis Negara,dia ni Cina ker ? tak...nama dia Tun Hanif Omar.. sebelum tu tokoh UMNO..

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Vincent Tan menguasai Pusat Peranginan dan pulau di Terengganu.. Sapa gadai Pulau pada Vincent Tan ? Lim Guan Eng ker.. tak... kata Vincent Tan hat jual kat dia kerabat jugak..tak tau kerabat mana.. Vincent Tan kata salah satu pulau hat dia beli dengan harga RM 2 juta.. tau berapa luas dgn harga RM 2 juta tu? 60 Hektar.. Jadi 1 ekar tak sampai RM 15 ribu.. Ni bukan tanah sawit dalam hutan banat kat Sarawak yg dijual kpd Tabung Haji.. ni Pulau tepi pantai..Pulau ni giler punya cantik, tepi pantai..tepi laut dijual dengan harga RM 2 juta saja..Sapa yang jual ? Cina ker.. Tak... Bani Melayu.. Negeri Tn. Guru Haji Hadi..bukan negeri DAP... Sudahlah dok mainkan sentimen Cina..DAP..semua benda nak salah kan DAP.. Padahal dalam sejarah Negara kita hat gadai Tanah Rezab Melayu.. semuanya bani Melayu UMNO.. - Ipohmali,edited.

Tiap kali PRU/PRK..maruah bani Melayu boleh disogok dgn duit.

Langgar SOP kuarantin pula dikaitkan dgn kisah burung hud-hud...

PKR perlukan gabungan mantap menghadapi PRU15...

Sudah tiba masanya DSAI perlukan gandingan yang mantap untuk memperkuatkan semula parti di semua peringkat. Gandingan beliau yang secocok ialah Rafizi Ramli. Terdapat banyak persamaan antara Anwar Ibrahim dan Rafizi Ramli. Apatah lagi semasa ketiadaan DSAI (dipenjara kerana fitnah), Rafizilah yang banyak membantu mentadbir dan menguruskan parti bersama-sama Dato’ Seri Dr. Wan Azizah selaku Presiden parti ketika itu di samping menangkis segala macam “serangan dalaman” yang dilakukan oleh Azmin semburit Pengkhianat 101 dan Zuraida Lampir Pengkhianat. Bila lagi Rafizi???

Independence day...

I am a Malaysian first, and a Malay second. I pray to God daily, and I believe in the hereafter where all of us will all be asked to account for what we did or did not do while we were alive. But I am not excessively and destructively religious. I am unhappy with how my religion has been hijacked for political purposes, and I am angry with the people doing it. I am also angry with the charlatans and titled people who call themselves our leaders. I am unhappy with the creeping Arabization of my multi-racial and multi-cultural Malaysia. And I am angry with the dumbing down of the Malay rural population by politicians without integrity, without honour, without honesty and without conscience. Being often labelled as incendiary by my classmates at the Royal Military College, I want to say something on this sad morning of the 63rd year of our independence. I do not care if you do not like what I am going to say. Most of my classmates are presently in this "waiting to die mode" and have chosen to detach themselves from worldly affairs. Some will have a slightly longer wait compared to others, but all of us will surely die. Although on future independence days after our deaths, the sun will still shine, and the birds will still sing, I say to them, do you not care what will be the state of this country that you inherited from your fathers, that you will in turn leave behind for your children, your grandchildren, and their children and grandchildren after you? Of course, you care. You would be lying if you say you did not care. If you choose silence, and to die without conscience for the state of the country that we are leaving behind for our grandchildren, and their grandchildren, that is your cowardly choice. I choose to say what I feel and although alone I cannot do much to change things, I hope by speaking out, enough people will have their conscience pricked, and our numbers may swell enough to outnumber the living dead. And hopefully, the enlightened will be large enough in number to make a difference. For a start, this affirmative action policy has gone on for far too long. Although it has helped a lot of Malays, as a double-edged sword, it is starting to hurt the Malays more than it helps. It has bred a crutch mentality among us Malays, to an extent that initiative and entrepreneurship have atrophied among the Malays. We have become risk-averse. Our people have now come to believe that they cannot achieve anything without government help. Our race has become the object of derision by the more independently successful Chinese. Let us wean the Malays away from affirmative action. Let us embrace meritocracy. We need to taste hard work and some failure, for us to learn how to walk without needing crutches.

The affirmative action policy, when it was first mooted after the dark days of the May 13 affair, was the right thing to do. But half a century later, this policy has bred a cadre of Malay rent seekers and politicians, who exploit this policy to enrich themselves immorally and illegally. In the name of helping the Malays, GLCs and GOCs have become instruments to steal and to siphon money from public coffers. The positions of heads of these GLCs and GOCs have systematically been given not to capable and qualified persons, but are rewards reserved for politicians to entice them to leap from one party to another. In addition, these positions are also dangled in front of many senior civil servants to buy their complicity in nefarious schemes to bleed the country’s coffers. At the trial of a previous Prime Minister, we heard how senior civil servants meekly carried out the orders of the sitting PM, without acting as the check and balance that there were intended to be. No doubt they were eyeing titles and cushy positions at GLCs and GOCs post their retirement from the civil service. I say GOCs and GLCs ought to be privatised. Government should only govern, and the private sector should be tasked to do businesses. This will remove the insidious opportunity for politicians to use the GOCs and GLCs as a political tool. The effects of this disease is so entrenched today, that we are now derisively labelled as the country with the biggest kleptocracy in the entire world. One of our past Prime Ministers have even been convicted of felony, and yet the dedak infused still kiss his hands and scream, what is there to be ashamed about, whenever he makes his police escorted rounds. What have become of these people? I worked in the oil industry, and I know that Norway and us started developing our oil and gas industry at about the same time. In fact, both Norway and Malaysia have about the same size of hydrocarbon reserves beneath or land and our seas. But while Norway managed their bounty carefully, and today they have one of the world’s largest sovereign fund from oil and gas resources, exceeding one trillion USD in value, Malaysia has a sovereign debt exceeding one trillion. I remember 55 years ago, one of our Prime Ministers booted Singapore out of Malaysia. I remember clearly watching LKY crying on black and white TV after that announcement. I remember that in the few years after that event, how we got one Singapore dollar at the Caltex station just before the causeway, for only 90 Malaysian cents. Today, the Malaysian Dollar and Cents have been renamed Ringgit and Sen, but the Singapore dollar is now worth 3.6 times our miserable Ringgit and Sen. And Singapore with no natural resources at all, except the perseverance, the will, and the ingenuity of its people, and the strategic thinking of their leaders, is today one of the wealthiest countries in the world, with a per capita GDP at least a dozen times more than ours.

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We are proud to have a national language which is Malay, but the policy of closing English language schools and converting all schools into Malay medium schools, and leaving vernacular schools in existence, has led to disunity among Malaysians, because our children are now educated in silos, unlike my generation who were educated differently. Our diversity should have been an asset. Instead it is highlighted to divide us. Malay was never legally removed as the national language of Singapore, but the pragmatic and smart Singaporeans encouraged the study of English and Mandarin as these two are the leading languages for commerce and science in our part of the world. So, our nationalists and leaders have not been very clever. They have not managed the issue very well. I support Malay as the national language, but I have only contempt to the politicians who caused us to lose the advantage we would have had on the world stage with a population that was multi-lingual. I feel sad today in seeing how a section of our Malaysian population is being made to be the boogey for all the failures and weaknesses of another section, the privileged section of the populace. Yet, against all odds, like the people of Singapore, this boogey section of the population are the owners and drivers of the commercial and industrial engines of this country. IMHO it is our selfish, dishonest, and immoral leaders who are to be blamed for the mess our country is in, in this 63rd year of our independence. Even as our country bleeds from the Covid calamity, our so-called leaders, are still prioritising politics over focusing on saving the country, just like the proverbial Nero still playing his harp while Rome burns. The Malay proverb, “Harapkan pagar, pagar yang memakan padi,” is appropriate, in the case of our Malaysia. So, the question is, what can we do to pull ourselves out of this cesspool we are all in? For a start, let us start seeing the elephant in the room. Let us openly talk about our issues and our problems. To my 75 year old classmates, I say, let us pause a while in our preparations for the hereafter, and try to find a workable solution to this problem confronting our nation. If we do not talk about these issues, if we are silent, no solutions will be volunteered. I know it is difficult for those aboard the gravy train to talk about these things. But the rest of us who are not, should make ourselves heard. It is too much to expect the dedak infused and naive rural folks to see the light at this stage, because for a poor family earning just RM2000 a month, a BRIM gift-payment of RM2000 of taxpayer's money, is a powerful incentive to continue voting with their pockets instead of with their heads. It brings to mind the story once told about Stalin.

As a lesson to his followers, Stalin once ripped all the feathers off a live chicken. He then set the chicken on the floor a short distance away. The chicken was bloodied and suffering immensely, yet, when Stalin tossed some bits of wheat towards the bloodied chicken, it followed him around whenever he tossed wheat to the chicken. Stalin then said to his followers, "This is how easy it is to govern stupid people. They will follow you, no matter how much pain you cause them, as long as you throw them a little worthless treat, occasionally. One of our past and disgraced PM, who championed the policy that Cash is King, probably learned it in England where we went to school. In conclusion, I leave you this little anecdote, lifted from the book “Atlas Shrugged“, written by Ayn Rand in 1957, the year we gained independence from Britain. When you see that to produce, you need permission from men who produce nothing. When you see that money flows to those who deal NOT in goods, but in favours. When you see that men get richer by graft and by pull, than by work. And your laws do not protect you from them, but protect them from you. When you see corruption being rewarded, and honesty becoming a self-sacrifice, You will know that your society is doomed. - Yusuf Hashim

cheers.

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ArcTanGent 2019 review

‘ArcTan…what?’ ‘ArcTanGent. In Bristol. Same team as 2000trees.' ‘Oh yeah, the chilled punk fest you keep talking about. Same vibe?’ ‘Similar set-up, but different music.’ ‘What kind of music?’ ‘Heavier, more prog and math-rock’ ‘What’s math-rock?’ ‘…..never mind.’ If 2000trees is the UK festival worlds best kept secret, its sister festival ArcTanGent is a fleeting rumor, a prog and math-rock haven known only to insiders. While Trees has, despite its relative obscurity, bolstered something of a ‘little fest that could’ indie-reputation, and a whack of awards, ArcTanGent seems to only be known to those who go to ArcTanGent*. Seven years in, and Goc O’Callaghan’s Bristol event has expertly carved out its niche, filling that gap between Download and Bloodstocks ‘big arena festival with a general-heavy vibe’ and Damnations ‘niche genre festival that’s too small to justify a full weekend’. With a cap just shy of 10,000, ATG (as she’s known to friends) enjoys a nice-sized crowd while retaining a relaxed ambience, mellower staff and the gratifying ability to manoeuvre the site, check a new stage or run to the car within a 10 minute window.

While it’s categorically a genre festival with no claim to offer ‘variety’ in the Glasto or Leeds sense, it would be remiss to call ATG one-note – there are plenty of flavors within the fairly flexible boundaries set here. Those looking for ‘fuck my eardrums’ heavy get an atmospheric, highly visual set courtesy of the always-excellent Cult of Luna and tech-metal Scots Frontierer. Bossk are out offering the layered sludge, enigmatic Carpenter Brut does his synth-wizard thing, with Bostonian veterans Caspian providing the bass-laden post-rock. Further afield, affable Taiwanese trio Elephant Gym are a grand discovery. Matt Calvert makes two appearances this years event, once with Three Trapped Tigers, and again with an orchestral arrangement – only the third time he has performed in this style, and a thoroughly enjoyable change in tone. There’s more experimental and some brass with The Physics House Experiment. And The St Pierre Snake Invasion, swiftly becoming one of the most fun heavy festival staples, bring the hardcore, the cracking stage-irreverence (‘this is a song about being a sad Welsh twat’), and whatever the hell that keyboard-recorder is – if you’ve not seen a St Pierre set, get right with that. Friday night splits the crowd and pits the experimental (official headliner Battles) against the groove-metal (Brutus, packing out the tiny PS3 stage)

Opening night headliners Coheed and Cambria are probably the closest thing to a ‘mainstream’ act on this years bill – one of the few on a major label anyway - and considering they are an indie-prog band whose albums are accompanied by a series of existential graphic novels, that says a lot. Lets talk about that headline set though - their first this side of the Atlantic, and it was a journey – both a display of prog-smithery and a nostalgia bite for those of us who cut our teeth on ‘Good Apollo’. With swirls and eddies of melodic riffs backed by enticing yet unobtrusive visuals, Claudio ‘Cousin It’ Sanchez* and his merry prog-men prove an excellent choice, and a contender for the ongoing ‘next generation of metal headliners’ debate. Setlist-wise, it’s a very ‘festival’ tracklist – aka, heavy on the 00’s ‘hits’* and the latest album. Not a bad thing - Dark Sentancer proves a powerful gig-opener, and we get ‘In Keeping Secrets of Silent Earth’, an unexpected ‘The Suffering’, and come the encore, an explosive cheer as the iconic acoustic intro of ‘Welcome Home’ ushers the first night to a close.

The event has been lumped with something of a ‘Friday curse’ – this year is no exception, as the second day was treated to 12 hours of relentless downpour, turning the entire site into a quagmire of Mr. Whippy-consistency. If there’s one negative to throw out about this years Arc, it’s the relative lack of effort from the team to counter-act this apparently recurring problem – the stalls quickly ran out of ponchos and there was enough straw for the main stage, but not for the mud-Baikal that blocked the entrance. It’s a festival of treats, many sets feeling like rewards for the loyal punters here for the music. Northern Irish instrumental colossus And So I Watch You From Afar have garnered a well-earned reputation as one of the most exciting live acts in the genre, and their playthrough of their self titled debut to mark its tin anniversary is an experience – watching the pure intensity on their faces as they carve out an intricate wall of sound is a feeling of watching master craftsmen at work. Its not even the only album play-through, crowd favourites Black Peaks give their last record, ‘All That Divides’ a full run, with Jamie Lenman (‘I don’t have a saxophone and my moustache isn’t as good’ he cheekily warns the sodden crowd) featuring up front.

Speaking of treats, a rare set from elusive Swedish titans Meshugghah finishes the weekend – the crowd gathered before the Medusa columns segue beautifully between a 10k strong sing-a-long of ‘I Want to Know What Love Is’ into a war chant of ‘ME-SHU-GAH!’ as the grizzled quintet emerge on stage for a blistering, relentless hour-and-fifteen onslaught that is both technically complex and phenomenologically overpowering. Its an unassuming festival with no need for bells and whistles – while there are a few fun side activities (axe throwing, a board game café) the crowd are unquestionably here for the music. Still, the team must be commended for the subtle touches – havens of quiet, some intricately designed merch. Food-wise, Arc shares Trees selection of small-time festival stalls with few of the big names from arena events – the Pad Thai stand bringing so many bangers it became a sixth stage. Shoutout to Piggie Smalls and a peanut-butter jelly hot-dog that was transcendental. A selection of local ales, real West Country cider and White Russians grace the bar, while new for 2019 is the Bar Room stage – treated to a number of sets, the apogee of which comes courtesy of No Violets, whose frantic grungey vibe and captivating PJ Harvey-esque front-siren Ellie* mark them as one to keep a serious eye on.

The after-hours entertainment is a fun twist on the norm - ArcTanGent does the typical Silent Disco but with its own take on this festival staple – the Thursday night crowd are treated to a full-on silent gig, with Gost providing an entire set through the headphones. The Disco King revellers for Friday and Saturday get an astute blend of nu-metal classics and 80’s numbers….with the added option of an entire channel dedicated to Mars Volta* ArcTanGent is a strange one to critique – of course its highly recommended for fans of the heavy and the intricate – but it seems a futile recommendation when pretty much anyone whose heart lies in this heady world is likely already an ATG convert. As for casuals looking to explore a new avenue…. Well if you like your riffs complex, your crowd in good spirits, and a place that’s somehow heavy-as-balls while retaining an easy-going atmosphere, well, ArcTanGent has you covered. As long as you can deal with a little mud. *As a metal-fest aficionado but math-rock casual, I was only dimly aware of Arc before my flatmate Nathan, an ATG regular, piqued my curiosity enough to check it. *There was something of a contest going on in the photo pit as to if anyone could get a shot of his face. *I mean, Coheed don’t really have ‘hits’ as such, but the Apollo/Silent Earth tracks that were singles – Suffering and Home here. My wish for Ten Speed wasn’t met and Wake Up would have probably confused the crowd…. *6 seconds of Google did not turn up a last name so……sick vocals, Ellie. *Speaking of bar…. the crowd managed to literally drink both remaining bars dry by the end of Sunday’s disco. I’ve literally never seen this at a festival before, and took weird pride in having the last can of cider at the event. *I’d heard of this beforehand but genuinely wondered if Nathan was going for satire. Nope. Whole channel. Just plays Mars Volta for four hours. Read the full article

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18 - Porcelain

Read my other GOC stories here.

This one goes under a cut with a summary and a whack of CW’s, it’s a bit more intense than my usual.

summary: In punishment, Heaven turns Aziraphale’s wings to porcelain and destroys them; she and Crowley deal with what comes next. Angst with a joyful, hopeful ending.

CW: body horror, major character injury, blood, chronic pain.

They turned her wings to porcelain, and shattered them. Heaven's final punishment, because they thought they had killed her and Aziraphale, the angel who was pretty bad at being an angel, somehow failed to die.

So they found her, and they turned her wings to white porcelain, and they shattered them, and that was what Crowley came home to, bag from the chippie in one hand and 'hey angel' on her lips. Her beloved facedown in their front room, shattered wings around her, the stumps still protruding from her back.

(It was decades before Crowley could abide the smell of chips and grease and fried food again, and even then it was generally Aziraphale who handled getting it from the shop.)

Aziraphale came to and moaned, and Crowley was at her side in an instant, stroking her hair, pushing eternally-messy silver curls out of her face. Some of the porcelain had cut her, and blood mixed with tears.

“Shh,” Crowley whispered. “Hush, hush, I'm here. I'm so sorry, angel. Go to sleep, okay? Go where you can't feel any pain, and I'll take care of everything, love.”

Aziraphale moaned again, and Crowley touched her cheek, and sent her into the deepest sleep she could.

“Have a beautiful dream while you're there,” she murmured. “On the house.”

Crowley looked around her, taking her time. She was a seat-of-her-pants kind of demon to the bone, except when it came to Aziraphale. Aziraphale made her go slow, and Crowley would let herself be discorporated long before she even accidentally harmed her angel.

She started by touching the wing-stumps left behind, smoothing them and so very carefully taking them down to sit flush with Aziraphale's back. Her dress was shredded, the soft skin of her body visible between the rents.

Crowley swallowed down a sudden rage, because they would have seen her body, her underwear, her skin, and somehow that was...obscene. Aziraphale was carefully modest, it had taken years for her to be comfortable wearing even a sundress around Crowley. She had been shaking, the first time she undressed down to her unders, and Crowley had taken her and absorbed the shaking, kissed her from head to toe and worshiped her perfect body. So Crowley was allowed to see the little dimples above her bottom, and the dent of her spine and the soft wings of her shoulder blades, but no one else. No one else.

Another time. She would be angry another time. Now she polished the twin lines of porcelain to a gleam, and let them be. Maybe Aziraphale would let her cap them with gold and diamonds and rubies someday, or maybe she would prefer them unadorned. Whatever her angel wished.

(Wings didn't make a fucking angel, and Crowley was already preparing her arguments for this. Aziraphale was her angel, in all her perfection and imperfection, this was not up for discussion.)

She looked around her then, and saw a single porcelain feather, somehow shattered precisely. Crowley picked it up and wrapped it in Aziraphale's hanky (because of course she carried a hanky), and set it aside. With a snap of her fingers, the rest of the detritus vanished, and it was their usual, slightly dusty, beloved sitting room again.

Another snap of her fingers and Aziraphale's body healed, cuts stitching together, bloodstains vanishing, dress repairing itself. Crowley knelt one more time and gathered Aziraphale into her arms. This part seemed important to do the human way, she thought, as she carried her angel to their bedroom. She took Aziraphale's shoes off and tucked her into bed, and lay down beside her.

“You can sleep as long as you want,” she murmured. “It's all you now, darling. But don't sleep for too long? I love you, and I miss you.” And she took Aziraphale's hand in hers and laced their fingers together, and settled down to wait.

Her angel no longer kept her waiting, Crowley would give her that. It was a scant hour later when Aziraphale's breathing deepened, and her hand tightened in Crowley's.

“Hey angel,” Crowley said, trying to sound casual and warm and loving and steady and failing entirely.

Aziraphale gave a tiny gasp and opened her eyes. “Crowley! Crowley, you're all right, you're safe, they didn't get you --” And she flung herself into Crowley's arms, rolling them over to cover Crowley's body with her own, protecting with everything she had left.

“I'm fine,” Crowley said, and gave in, and let herself cry. “Dove, angel, darling, I'm fine, I was always fine. Shhh, I'm safe. I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry I couldn't keep you safe....”

“Hush,” Aziraphale said, and blinked hard. “It's worth it. If all it cost me was my wings...”

“Shut up!” Crowley hissed. “It shouldn't have cost you anything.”

“Well, no, not ideally.” Aziraphale smiled weakly. “Crowley, my back hurts.”

“Oh, angel.” Crowley hovered a hand just over Aziraphale's back, trying to find the edges of the pain. “Just give me a moment...” She frowned. It was right there, why couldn't she do this for Aziraphale? For God's sake, wasn't losing her wings enough?

“Yes,” Aziraphale said softly. “I can't block it, or heal it, either.”

“Fuckers,” Crowley spat, and carefully rested her hand above the middle of Aziraphale's back, the soft crescent where her neck started, the first part of her she'd ever seen. “Whatever you need, we'll figure out out together. I love you. I love you so much. I meant to tell you when you woke up...”

Aziraphale smiled, and her body softened a little in Crowley's arms, though her back and shoulders were still tense in a way Crowley didn't like. “I know,” she murmured. “I know you gave me that sweet dream. I love you too. I think...I think I will need your love more than I did before.”

“All of me is yours, you know that,” Crowley said softly, and then she couldn't say anything at all, just hold her Aziraphale and stroke her hair, and rock her when she cried. Besides, what could anyone say to make this better? There wasn't any making it better, just the two of them loving each other as hard as they could. Well, that had always been good enough.

Crowley helped her change into something more comfortable when Aziraphale confessed she wanted to stay in bed. Undoing her bra herself was painful, so Crowley sorted that out for her with gentle fingers, but otherwise simply kept her company as she got into a soft old nightgown and crawled under the covers. Miracles felt too heavenly or demonic for the moment; Crowley desperately wanted to be just them, so that meant doing things the slower way.

“It's getting a little better,” Aziraphale reported. “I think. Or I'm getting used to it.”

Crowley nodded, and kissed the back of her hand. “D'you want some tea, angel? Cake?”

“Cake, yes.” Aziraphale smiled, looking very tired around her eyes. “No tea, though. Frankly, I want a whiskey. A large one.”

Crowley laughed. “So do I.” She contemplated leaving Aziraphale's side for a few minutes, dismissed the idea as preposterous, and snapped her fingers. This produced a small bed-table with a whiskey bottle, two glasses, a smaller bottle of water, and a plate of tiny cakes from Aziraphale's favourite patisserie, the one that had closed up shop in 1935.

Aziraphale got herself sitting up, though not quite leaning against the headboard, but she seemed comfortable enough so Crowley didn't fuss too much. Openly. Just kept her whiskey topped up, and the cakes too, and tried to be both chill and low-key and not hover too much while being ready for Aziraphale's absolute tiniest whim.

The next few days were always a sad haze in their memories, as they cried, separately and apart. They mourned Aziraphale's wings, and mourned the pain that stubbornly remained, that was already showing an ebb and flow so that there were days when Aziraphale could get up and dress herself and do as she liked, and there were days where she needed help with some things but was otherwise fine, and there were days when the pain was so great she could hardly get out of bed. They felt their way through all of these days, learning their new normal. Learning what it was the first time Aziraphale instinctively opened her wings and nothing happened, and the heartbroken wail that had nothing to do with physical pain. Learning how to dress her gently, on Crowley's part, how it was better to be impersonal and efficient about it. (And how Aziraphale still appreciated a little flirtation when she needed help undressing, or for that matter, when she didn't but Crowley just wanted to get her naked.) Curious, they read about chronic pain, Aziraphale sat in Crowley's lap while they peered at her phone, and found some things that helped and some that didn't.

“I still won,” Aziraphale said, after they'd come home from a day spent at various National Trust sites, with generous attention paid to the tea rooms of course. It had been an okay-but-not-great pain day, but she was smiling, even as she settled on the sofa with a sincere sigh of relief. “Don't you go thinking they won, just because they took my wings.”

Crowley blinked at her in surprise. “Honest, angel, I never thought that.” She really hadn't. It was so clear that they had won out over Heaven and Hell. Crowley privately thought that she was truly the luckiest being in the universe, but that didn't discount Aziraphale's victory either.

Aziraphale grinned at her. “Good. Because I won. Because they're up there, in that sterile, awful place, and I'm down here, and some days I hurt too much to do anything, but I'm still not up there. And I always have you. So I win.”

Crowley leaned over and kissed her, pouring all her love into it. “I win too,” she said. “In case you were wondering.”

“I wasn't, actually, I knew that already.” Aziraphale winked at her. “Now. Let's open that Chardonnay you picked up the other day? I think it will be wonderful this evening.”

Crowley smiled, and kissed the top of her head, and went to go get everything. She expected Aziraphale was right; she usually was when it came to wine.

#goc2020 #good omens celebration #ineffable wives #ineffable wives fic #my fic

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faemoria-arch · 7 years

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Musings and timeline exploration re: Golden Age/’Sci-fi’ verse; pt. i This part is literally all pretense. It is so much pretense. It is too much pretense.

I already have a summary of my golden age verse on my info page, and as far as backstory goes, the beats of Toothiana’s canon history are mirrored very closely. But, this verse can span over a lot of different settings and events, so I wanted to venture into them a little bit. Namely because it’s my go-to verse for so many crossovers - practically any that would involve or entice the use of cross-planetary travel ( A.k.a. practically every sci-fi setting ), and not to mention interactions with quite a few GoC characters themselves. Small disclaimer that not only is this all just personal headcanon for the most part, but it is also just what is presumed for the sake of setting and interaction in this verse unless I have reason to determine otherwise. That is to say if your character has something integral to their story or your portrayal that is heavily at odds with this, there’s really nothing that can’t be adjusted. As per usual, I come up with this stuff almost entirely to provide myself with context for Toothiana’s behavior, and not for me to demand any GoC characters adhere to even if they’re mentioned here.

i. Some pretense to the pretense: For those who might not be well versed in vague lore of a somewhat obscure children’s book series, the Golden Age refers to a time of peace supposedly across the entire universe ( lol ) led by benevolent Constellation houses and such. The threat to this peace came in the forms of Fearlings and Nightmare Men and Dream Pirates. The protection of this peace came in the form of the Golden Armies, led by Kozmotis Pitchiner. In an effort to remove the threat entirely, the Constellations built a lead prison somewhere in the abyss, the Golden Armies threw all the mean things into it, and Kozmotis stood watch at the gate. At some point the Fearlings trick Kozmotis into opening the door, they decide he’d make a fine meat skin, thus the creation of Pitch Black who goes on to end the Golden Age because happiness is gross.

ii. What my verse changes or expands in this regard - For one, it takes place before, or entirely circumvents, the lead prison box thing. - Fearlings on their own are the primary, uncontained eldritch-like threat. Nightmare Men and Dream Pirates are just... mean dudes that also cause problems sometimes. - The Golden Age is a bit more localized as an empire of smaller empires. As in the vastness of space is recognized, and the influence/power of constellation houses/etc. is understood to have its limitations in different parts of the universe - ranging from complete control over some territories, to places that wouldn’t recognize a single house name, let alone issue them any level of authority. Presumably if there is a concept that cites interaction and any form of partnership/truce/general overlaying structure to what civilizations across space - or this area of space - are not blatantly hostile in some regard, one can assume that this ‘Golden Empire’ is a part of said system. - The idea of being in an age of peace is relative to where in the empire you happen to be; And the benevolence of any house is questionable at best and laughable in most cases, but either way politics are politics, and politics are hellscapes. - There is a rather small planet hub of sorts, that I refer to as the Gilded City, which one could consider the capital of this Golden Empire. It is one of many locations that is not under the rule of any specific house, and it serves as a few things. 1. It is where the heads of Constellation houses ( or their representatives ) meet in groups and squabble over politics, sometimes with people from other places that have come to squabble over politics, and literally everybody knows how to smile in a way that says ‘i will kill you’ and the pleasantries fool no one but everybody does it anyways. 2. It is an actual city. Where people like... you know. Live. It is a very well-off and class-centric place, primarily made of a population that believes they are the center of a peace-filled universe thanks to the Golden Army, which is idolized but also taken entirely at face value. Any concern for threats of Fearlings and the like are afterthoughts - if anything - for the ones who don’t have to deal with them. The average person in this city is not malicious by any means, but... pretentious and caught in their own little bubbles. They tend to find many ‘outsiders’ to be interesting in a condescending way, and give a sort of snooty-tourist vibe should they visit worse-off places. - Technology through the empire is of varying advancements, but arguably magic is as well. One can rationalize how magic ‘works’ based on any crossover’s canon or character’s perception, whether it is actually advanced technology and biological adaptations, or more abstract or spiritual. ( It varies within the empire itself, as explored further below. ) Either way there tends to be less ‘blinking lights and chrome and laser guns’ and more ‘glowing runes and parchment and swords’. ( a’la the technology of Asgard in Marvel’s Thor )

iii. The Sister of Flight - The Sister of Flight were a very small race, seemingly indigenous to a rather small planet as well, though it is possible the first of them existed before the planet itself did based on scripture. As a species they essentially held the same abilities and connection to memories as Toothiana - as the Guardian and Queen of Memories - does in this blog’s mainverse, omnilinguistics and all. Just with countless years more experience and an intuition for working with memories as a practice rather than a taken role, bordering on instinct. - The Sister of Flight never made an effort to leave their planet physically - they rarely even left the mountains - but at some point the remains of civilization from ( presumably ) a neighboring one found theirs and sought refuge, after losing their own home to Fearlings. Being allowed to stay, this population eventually expanded into its own civilization over many generations. The Sister of Flight let this occur with very little interference, but were regarded as protectors and well-respected; To some point nearly deified. ( Though understandably so, given that they were just as the Sister of Flight generally are on this blog: Seemingly unaging, kind of ethereal, also kind of terrifying, etc. ) - It became practice to - in summary - journey with a small crystal to their domain, reflect on ones past, and request a specific memory be put into the crystal for preservation and future recollection. Eventually their planet was found and taken into the Golden Empire as one of many that did not fall under the authority of any specific Constellation. This trickled information about the planet and its inhabitants to other places as people came and went more frequently, until eventually pilgrimage across entire galaxies in order to meet the Sister of Flight became far from unusual. - Of course the general ability to thoroughly and precisely tamper with memories was one point of interest all its own, but anybody hoping to have their ( or someone else’s, or something else’s ) memories magically erased or changed were going to find themselves out of luck almost every time. They might have been helped or advised in how to go about accomplishing what they wanted, but aside from mere moral values, the general rule of thumb is a constant on this blog: Forcing memories to do anything can easily break a mind and the Sister of Flight didn’t really want to bother with anybody that had that little respect for how powerful memories actually are. - Moreover, the crystals that formed in the planet and were used for this practice turned out to be rather versatile and valuable themselves ( because of sci-fi reasons. energy, material properties,... light sabers. pick your poisons ). Mining became the other point of interest bringing more people in and out. - As a whole, the increase of traffic had its fair balance of positive and negative influences, with some of the positives being advancements in technology, better access to resources and information, cultural exchanging, etc. It was a mostly welcomed thing, even if the Sister of Flight were content to stay put themselves. - Unfortunately, Fearlings make their way to this planet eventually as well, centuries after that first group landed seeking refuge. It is a threat that is recognized before it happens, but some mix of time or orders of priority or possibly declarations of futility, lead to the planet not receiving any defensive aid from the empire. Whatever the reason, the Fearlings take a dramatic toll on the general population, and completely wipe out the Sister of Flight with ( of course ) one exception.

#» ทั่วไป ; Headcanon #» การดลใจ ; Verse | And all the stars wept #[ this is the worst thing i've ever done this tops all the other rambly pointless unorganized headcanon posts by a long shot.#mc.#frick. ]

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Since when I have found train journeys “dreary” or “forgettable” ? Well, this one by 11044 MDU-LTT express was a notable exception. It is a weekly train with oodles of slack at quite a few points in its schedule:

5 hours 35 mins for a distance of 132 km (at an average speed of 23.64 kmph) between CGL and RU

45 mins for a distance of 28 km (at an average speed of 37.33 kmph) between GY and GTL

4 hours 10 mins for a distance of 107 km (at an average speed of 25.68 kmph) between Raichur and Wadi

I am not counting the slack right towards end of the destination; as it is present in nearly all trains. However, adding up all the slack I’ve mentioned; it comes to 10.5 hours for a paltry distance of 267 km – at a measly average speed of 25.42 kmph; something that would put even a passenger train stopping at every station to shame. Considering that the train takes 35 hours 45 mins to cover an overall distance of 1694 km (at an average speed of 47.38 kmph) between MDU and LTT, you can imagine the scope of speeding up it has – IMHO at least 4 hours can easily be shaved off the schedule; this is after taking into account the slack necessary for overcoming delays likely to be encountered in the single sections in between GR and DD (and the one between CGL and AJJ) that the train has to traverse. Besides, the train has a total of 24 stops; which is not a lot for such a huge distance.

Anyway, I am talking too much 😛 . However, you can now understand why a journey by this train would be dreary even for a hardcore railfan 😛 . Especially when it is in Sleeper Class and in the month of May. As it is, I was already tired; after the travel of the last one day or so – which involved a more than 9 hours overnight AC Semi-Sleeper bus journey from Chennai to Karaikudi, the travel between Karaikudi and Devakottai (to meet the mother of my best friend); and another bus journey (2.5 hours) from Karaikudi to Trichy. After an early dinner at a Cafe near TPJ, it was time to board 11044 on the night of 5th May – in order to reach Mumbai on the early morning of Monday 7th; so that I could then report to office at 9 am like any other day! The plinthed steam engine near the station was a sight for sore eyes on a sultry summer night.

The station building was neat and simple, with a host of vehicles at the exit.

16187 KIK-ERS “Tea Garden” express was standing on Platform 1 (the same platform on which 11044 was expected to arrive later) behind an EMD. 12605 MS-KKDI Pallavan express was expected to arrive on PF5 at 21 10, 10 mins late. At 20 10 (the scheduled time of departure for 16187), the LP sounded many intermittent blasts of the HT horn. 2 mins later, an LT horn was sounded and the train finally departed. RPM WAP7i 30482 was standing in the far right. 56830 RMM-TPJ passenger arrived behind GOC WDG3A 13283. 16231 MV-MYS express chugged hard into PF2 behind ED WDM3D 11295. Then 11044 came with KYN WDP4D 40234 on PF1. My coach S7 was of a 2013 make, with plug points in all bays, bio toilets as well as mirrors in the main bays. I soon slept after brushing my teeth; though I would wake up quite a few times during the course of the stuffy night.

I didn’t really need the bedsheet I had brought (the weather being so sultry); moreover I had to try quite a few different positions in order to sleep comfortably in my SUB – which didn’t allow my to stretch my legs fully, given my height. Lesson for me: never book Side Berth in Sleeper Class henceforth (unless it is a daytime journey)! Also, the AJJ maintenance block (https://www.irctchelp.in/2016/01/all-special-train-blocks-updates-2016.html) had affected this train too – we were diverted via VM-Tiruvannamalai-KPD-Melpakkam-AJJ bypass-RU! I could sense that we were stopped for quite a few crossings in the single line section between VM and KPD – in the middle of the night. I woke up around 07 55; to find our coach quite crowded – predictably, with many unreserved passengers. I had a tough time trying to find my sandals around all the luggage placed; ended up cursing a lot before I eventually found them in the adjacent side bay – apparently they had been placed there accidentally by the OBHS staff.

Anyway, this was an early indicator as to how the rest of the journey would pan out – more on that later! I washed my face and brushed my teeth. The sidebay had to be shared with two people instead of one (as mentioned earlier, due to the prevalence of unreserved passengers in the coach); it was just as well that I had a trackside emergency window seat – though I resisted the temptation to push the blood red bars up 😛 . It seemed our coach had a flat wheel at the front. We passed through greenery with lot of plantains, mountains in the distant right, a lot of buildings, huts and cottages, and a highway across us; before pulling into Razampeta at 08 22, 14 mins late. So it seemed the route diversion had not affected us a great deal! Well, slack does have a few benefits after all :P. After a halt of 2 mins, we overtook 57274 TPTY-UBL passenger standing there behind GY WDM3D 11338.

Meanwhile, more repercussions were slowly coming out from the AJJ fiasco. My grandmother’s sister was to travel in 12028 MAS-SBC Shatabdi the previous day – she had reached MAS at 16 30, an hour before the train’s departure. Then she had to wait for about 4 hours in the AC waiting room – the train ultimately being rescheduled by 5 hours; before heading into a queue which turned out to be complete chaos – as there were hundreds of people (along with her) in line to cancel their tickets (for various other trains)! To top it all, the staff rudely told my grand-aunt that only I could cancel the ticket; since I had booked it! There was also no point in going ahead with the trip since the train would then reach SBC at a very odd hour. Thus she had called me the previous night regarding this affair; at that time I was unfortunately lying on my SUB!

Only that morning (after doing my usual routine) I saw my grand-aunt’s messages and then tried to log into the IRCTC website through my mobile data; it took a lot of time as the network was weak. I could not cancel the ticket (since the journey date had already passed), but somehow managed to file a TDR under the reason “Train late by more than 3 hours and passenger not travelled”. Coming back to the journey, we crossed a BOXN freight from which twin WDG4s (Trailing – 12145 of UBL) were detached. We then overtook a BOXN rake with VSKP WAG9H 31986 at Yerraguntla through the loopline. There was a PSR of 30 kmph for the UP loop. Then there were huge mounds of stone and granite waste, big pits and some stagnant water. We also crossed a light WAG9; and then overtook a twin WAG5 hauled BOXN freight, as well as a WDG4 hauled freight; at MPS, at Kalamalla.

There was a factory with towering chimneys and 5 tall cooling towers (similar to that of RTPS) in the distant right. The freight action continued unabated as another BOXN rake hauled by twin WDG4s crossed. An electrified line joined us on the right. We overtook yet another BOXN freight on that line led by twin maroon brown AJJ WAG5s 23537 and 23274; as it entered Muddanaru. Then there was a small bridge followed by huts and cottages, and a highway across us under construction. There was also the usual scenery in the form of bushes and shrubs, a hill in the distant right; and Neem, Peepal and Palm trees. The huge windmills on the hill stood out amongst the otherwise drab scenery. Then there was an LC with many vehicles, and a road gave us company briefly on the right. There were a lot of buildings, huts and cottages, a church, a water tank, a temple, and a small bridge; before Mangapatnam.

From here, the region seemed to become more a bit more fertile; as seen by the rows of tiny trees, coconut trees; and a lake and a rain-fed pond in the distant right. However, this was immediately contrasted with some thorny plants as well as bushes and shrubs. There were gangmen at work on the right track, before we reached Kondapuram for our first watering halt; which lasted 11 mins. Then there was a TSR of 90 kmph, followed by 4 water tanks and an industrial unit. We crossed the bridge over the dry Chitravathi river (wonder how the water at the station is sourced, if the river is dry? :O ), followed by green watered fields and coconut and palm trees. There were more rows of small coconut trees as well as a shepherd leading a flock of cattle at Regadipalli. This was followed by another highway across us under construction and some quarrying work; with excavators and bulldozers. Also small cottages were being built.

There were small cottages, a temple and some firewood stacked up at Vanganur. We crossed an express behind a WAP4. Then there was another bridge over a dry river, followed by trees and an LC. There were big factories at Challavaripalli as well as a mall bridge. An electrified line from the factories joined at the station. There were a lot of settlements in the distant right, a church, more stone waste, a rather run-down HMP Co. Ltd unit and a highway across us; before we entered Tadipatri. There were buffaloes on a platform being constructed in the right. We accelerated through the mainline to pass the station without stopping. Then there was arid land; which was why I was surprised to see a brown deer with tall horns! :O There was yet another freight at Komali, followed by two small bridges (again!) and another road giving us company for a while. We also crossed another express before the bridge over the (not surprisingly 😛 ) dry Pennar river. We had an unscheduled halt of a minute at Juturu, where a shepherd was leading goats and sheep to graze. There was also an electrified line branching off to the right.

There was another electrified line (bypassing the station) which came from the right.

I would dearly love to know more about these lines! Meanwhile our EMD beast smoked up as we accelerated out of the station. There was a girder bridge, followed by bushes and shrubs, more stone waste, another highway across us; and (again!) mountains in the distant right. I saw the Lions Club of Rayalacheruvu, which looked impressive. After Jakkalacheruvu (where there was a track-level platform) the landscape became less arid again; with coconut groves, palm trees; and goats and lambs grazing. The approach to GY was signalled by a BPCL Plant, a Prohibited Area nearby, ballast stacked up along with a bulldozer at work on the left; and a lady shepherding buffaloes with a man in tow. We crossed twin WDG3As (trailing – 13067 of GY) before arriving at the junction ay 11 54, 11 mins late. At this point, I am sorry to stop; since it has become exhausting to write this much already! 😛 Fear not, you may not have to wait long for Part 2. Happy reading till then!

Technical Terms

EMD – Electromotive Diesel (and a modern class of diesel engines)

LP – Loco Pilot

HT – High Tone

LT – Low Tone

OBHS – Onboard Housekeeping Services

TDR – Ticket Deposit Receipt (for getting refund when ticket cannot be cancelled)

PSR – Permanent Speed Restriction

TSR – Temporary Speed Restriction

MPS – Maximum Permissible Speed

LC – Level Crossing

Station Codes

MDU – Madurai

LTT – Lokmanya Tilak Terminus (or just Kurla Terminus)

CGL – Chengalpattu

RU – Renigunta

GY – Gooty

GTL – Guntakal

GR – Gulbarga

DD – Daund

AJJ – Arakkonam

TPJ – Trichy Junction

KIK – Karaikal

ERS – Ernakulam Junction

KKDI – Karaikudi

MS – Chennai Egmore

RPM – Royapuram

RMM – Rameshwaram

GOC – Golden Rock (Ponmalai)

MV – Mayiladuthurai

MYS – Mysore

ED – Erode

KYN – Kalyan

VM – Villupuram

KPD – Katpadi

TPTY – Tirupati

UBL – Hubli

MAS – Chennai Central

SBC – Bangalore City

VSKP – Visakhapatnam

RTPS – Raichur Thermal Power Station

A long, dreary and forgettable journey – Part 1 Since when I have found train journeys "dreary" or "forgettable" ? Well, this one by 11044 MDU-LTT express…

#11044 #EMD #Indian Railways #IRFCA #Madurai LTT express #WDP4D

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