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faislittlewhiteraven · 1 month

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Undertale/ISaT crossover thoughts 2

Been thinking more about this despite trying to vent out all my thoughts in this previous post and now I have something of a plot I figured I'd share (in case anyone else would like a stab at it/some ideas for their own Undertale/ISaT crossover fanworks).

Story opens with a time looping Chara in the void hitting their breaking point. The wish for freedom from generations of monsters + their own alternating wishes to free their family and hurt the humans who hurt them equals a loop that begins with their incredibly painful death to buttercup induced internal blistering, and ends whenever Asriel (post absorbing Chara's soul) is killed or they 'fail to punish' Chara's human family and well. Chara doesn't know the rules so the two have them have been looping so long that now when they reach the village of humans by Mt Ebott, instead of the friendliness they were shown in early loops (before getting murdered by the official authorities who 'already have orders on how to treat monsters') the villagers now attack them on sight in terror (sobbing monster thing? Sadness!), and they keep dying over and over and over-

Basically full 'Start Again a prologue' vibes, and so Chara in full please just make it stop mode wishes to the Universe...

For everything that hurt them and monsters to be forgotten like a bad dream! (cue The Island, Sif and Chara's homeland, as well as certain nasty individuals like Chara's human 'family' being erased from memory)

For someone kinder, stronger, and untainted by hate to 'be the angel' to free the monsters in their place.

To feed the golden flower seeds stuck in Azzy's fur with their corpse.

To atone in any way for all the pain they've caused.

(To one day be able to sit and stargaze on top of Mt Ebott together with those they love, just like they promised Asriel they'd be able to do)

Cue time skip to after the end of Undertale and Flowey's 'please don't reset and ruin their happy ending' speech, to show Chara's ghost flopping on top of their flowerbed grave wondering how long they'll be able to last before they give in and ruin Frisk's happy ending once more (with heavy implication that Chara is once more stuck in a time loop with no idea how to get out).

Then a cut to Toriel and Frisk making their way down Mt Ebott and spying a shooting star, Toriel remembering her religion (goodness, how could she have forgotten the Universe?) and praying/wishing to the Universe to 'have one of its stars watch over her fallen children, and give them the happiness she could not'. Cue Chara being shocked out of their non existent skin by a person with the head of a star crashing down right through them onto their grave out of seemingly nowhere.

(Aka, Plot line 1: Chara is trapped in time loop hell and Loop has been sent to help them and possibly Flowey? out of it. ... That's literally all I've got for them right now because I have NO idea how to actually have them interact XD)

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Next section of story cuts over to the northern coast line of Vauguard: Sif and family (including Nille) are on their way back to Bambooche after their most recent travels when basically the world explodes into colours, Sif suddenly remembers a LOT more than they used to and they can all now see the large landmass to the north.

Much eye boggling, confusion, wonder and tears are had before everyone kind of parties and passes out but next day, things are being taken much more seriously:

Why is Sif's forgotten homeland, the Isle of Chara, suddenly back? Why are colours? How is this going to effect all of Vauguard (the fashion industry alone..)? And... What happened to the people of the island? Are they ok or..? And how will the rest of the world react to them being the epicenter of so much very unexpected change?

Cue brief discussion on whether or not to go (mostly just double checking with Sif if he's actually up for it despite the many potential horrors they could find there that are sure to be extra traumatising to them in particular), the group checking in with the House in Bambooche to have word sent to the rest of Vauguard (and hopefully the world at large) that the Saviors of Vauguard are on the case, and well. They could catch a boat or they could try walking along that MASSIVE steel and concrete bridge with its weird black road stretching out over the ocean (which was apparently there the entire time and ok, now everyone is getting really freaked out because it seems there was a fair bit more forgotten than 'just' the Island and the Stars. What else did everyone have stolen from their heads?).

(Aka, Plot line 2: The Saviors of Vauguard heading for The Island, hoping for the best and preparing for the worst, and also the plot line I've done by far the most work on, to the point that it probably needs it's own post)

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And last section, Frisk leads their monster friends down Mt Ebott back to 'the village of the humans' they came from and the monsters are stunned by the sight of... Well, wailing and sobbing adults who barely give the monsters a second glance, curious and 'just as silent as Frisk' children who smile and wave, and an old man Frisk introduces as 'Elder' who despite being very wobbly and also in tears, does his best to greet the monsters, thanks them for returning Frisk and very politely asks if Asgore is their king and here to kill them all as the stars foretold.

Cue a bit of awkward 'Um. Yes and no?' with a request to open talks with the 'leaders of humankind' only for the old man to laugh and cry as he explains that he's the closest thing this settlement's had to a leader for years now by virtue of being one of the few adults here with enough presence of mind to actually function through The Forgetting (he thanks his younger years of being an avid traveller) and that since the monsters breaking the Barrier seems to have made The Forgetting stop and they seem to have some form of government then honestly, they're the ones in charge now since stars know there's probably not much left of the Island's government still remaining all this time, and it's doubtful the people of other countries even remember they exist.

Cue everyone other than Frisk who knew all this being very surprised (Frisk's follow up 'explainations' don't really help a lot since The Forgetting is all they've ever known, and Toriel is so messed up when she realises Frisk and a good number of other kids literally can't talk or read without 'Communication Craft' due to the memory wipe effects they suffered under while growing up) and well. Monster kind move out of Mt Ebott at a breakneck pace while Toriel, Asgore, Alphys and everyone frantically try to get everyone settled, help all the very damaged Islanders into as much stability as they can (some recover better than others but there's a lot of grief over lost family, missing people, etc going around and monsters end up stopping more than a few suicides), and get things organised enough they know everyone will be fine before they can move onto working out WTF happened here. Also in the process of all this they end up working out that some things (like who was in charge before The Forgetting) are still being 'auto deleted' from memory (though the effect is fading as time goes on) and also the Island's capital is a space warped nightmare filled with Sadnesses right now and probably everyone should avoid it.

Lots and lots of world building regarding what Monsters vs Sadnesses are, my headcanons for the Universe religion (going with the Monsters also traditionally being Universe worshippers and much talk is had on the differences between 'the old ways' Toriel and Asgore remember vs the traditions and beliefs of the Islanders), and... yeah.

(That's Plot line 3: Frisk leads the monsters to the one semi stable human adult they know of and the monsters realise that not only are they free to live on the Surface now but the local humans both see them as saviors and desperately need their help after going through something that arguably makes the Underground look wonderful in comparison.)

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Eventually I'm going to have to tie all three of these ideas together and I think I've got some ideas for Plot lines 2 and 3 such as:

Sif's family and/or Undyne bumping into each other catching all the trains to search for survivors across the Island

Mirabelle and to a lesser extent the whole party finding themselves the official Vauguardian ambassadors to the newly formed human/monster Island/Isle of Chara alliance who are very much in need of aid and more info about the rest of the world.

Papyrus and Frisk also being ambassadors, making all the friendships.

Sif realising 'the Elder' is their grandfather on their mother's side and trying to wrap their head around having any family around at all (and also trying not to think to hard about all the family still missing).

Isabeau and Odile uncovering just how much stuff countries outside the Island forgot (airports, train stations, cars, all that juicey science stuff).

The Saviors of Vauguard and various Undertale folks investigating the capital together (learning some of the less pleasant aspects of the Island's politics and culture while there including stuff about Sif's dad's side of the family and why the name Chara matter so much). But well. So far have NO CLUE how to get Chara, Loop and Flowey involved with the rest of the cast since well, they're reluctant to leave and no one else knows they're there. So. Yeah. That's what I have planned out mostly. Will list a bunch of stuff I've thought of regarding Sif's group going through the Island and their hometown (totally gonna bring up the 'Euphrasie Islander and possibly Sif's mom' theory in story but not actually confirm or deny it since well, Euphrasie is out of focus and most likely going through a major 'my memories have returned, how could I have forgotten-' breakdown her beloved Claude is going to have to help her through <3) but that's for another post and er. Yeah. Please feel free to share any feedback, ideas or thoughts you might have on this, and to take a stab writing/scribbling up some of this yourself as well as I think it cold be a lot of fun and I'd LOVE the help XD

#undertale #in stars and time #fais fanfic rambles #isat #isat act 6 spoilers #undertale spoilers #isat spoilers #ut #cw suicide mention #undertale isat fusion fic #post game #fanfiction #Chara and Loop have so much trauma to rant furiously together about but IDK how to even start #Flowey I think remembers SOME stuff looping with Chara during their fusion but they only got those memories back post Undertale #heavy focus on the forgotten island #and all the stuff that may have been forgotten all over the world (in both settings) along with it #...Now wondering if I could play up Dr Gaster vanishing as being partly due to the Forgetting as well #(I feel real guilty making Chara 'responsible' for causing so much damage they'll no doubt will feel horrific guilt over)#(hopefully ensuring the 'win condition' for the story's end requires them getting a happy resolution makes up for that a little)#no clue how to start it but yes frisk and Sif looper friendship is mandatory and I WILL make it happen. Somehow

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usiel21 · 1 year

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Enid: A werewolf in pining.

(TW: The taking of one's own life is mentioned but does not happen)

Enid, alone in their dorm, Wednesday has neglected their relationship again, in her single minded pursuit of the Stalker, Enid has been left to dither and wallow, her heart reaching out, pining for the one she would call Mate. The one who she would give up everything for, if she but asked, she would gladly give.

Enid, lies on her bed listening to Chances by Athlete on repeat, her silent tears begging the Universe for Wednesday to choose her.

Enid, hopelessly in love with the girl, that shines like the sun in an Eclipse, the girl that Enid looks to for strength, the girl who holds her soul in black polished fingernails.

Enid begs the Universe and the Universe, that of which is usually uncaring, decides to give her that chance.

Wednesday comes stumbling through the door to their dorm, hand pressed to her side, where blood gushes out.

Enid springs to her feet, Wednesday remarks that getting stabbed the second time around wasn't as fun as she hoped, just as the first time wasn't. Enid rushes to get the first air kit, and helps Wednesday clean, stich and bandage the wound, hands both gentle and caring, soft in touch but firm in purpose. Wednesday watches her, eyes wide, like she is truly seeing Enid for the first time.

"Goddamn it, Wednesday" Enid mutters as she wraps the bandage round her waist. "From now on, no more running off on your own, no more of this one girl crusade" Enid says, eyes fierce. "You take me with you or you don't go at all" She says, securing the bandage to her side, keeping it tight.

"No" Wednesday mutters, her eyes flicker down.

"Then i won't let you go" Enid says, her tone leaving no room for argument.

"I have to find the stalker and i am but one step closer to solving this mystery" Wednesday says raising her head to meet her gaze

Enid fights the urge to scream, this conversation going the same way as it did last Semester.

"Then i'm not letting you go alone!" Enid growls out.

"No" Wednesday replies, her voice firmer, her eyes glittering dangerously.

Enid scoffs and laughs bitterly "Sure but you'll let Xavier help you! Tall, dark and broody just can't wait to..." She trails off, unable to say the words, she swallows, shoving down the explosion of emotion that threatens to erupt from Mt. Enid. she turns away, unable to look at the cold burn of Wednesday's eyes.

Wednesday narrows her eyes.

"I let him help me because i don't care about what happens to him, his well-being means nothing to me"

Enid pauses. A hopeful tug at her heart.

"Do you think i care for you so little that i would put you in harm's way again? do you think i would put the most precious of all gems out in the open just to be snatched away? No, i found that out the hard way last semester, and i refuse to let it happen again, i refuse to let it happen to you"

Enid feels her heart stop, before exploding thunderously with elation, set alight. she turns to see Wednesday looking at her softly and her eyes glistening, through sheer force of will, Wednesday would not let the tears fall unbidden.

"If he dies, then he dies" Wednesday said, her callousness would shock other people, but not Enid, not in this moment. "But you? if you died at the alter of my bloody hubris, i would throw myself off the top of our dorm balcony, if only to be with you again, i would not hesitate"

Enid stops breathing, such a declaration is something she can only have dreamt about it makes her heart soar, her skin tingle, and her body shiver.

"Wends..." Enid begins, her voice quivers, Mt. Enid struggles to keep the bubbling viscosity of her love for Wednesday, bubbling below the surface. But Wednesday hold's up her hand, clearly not finished.

"This stalker, threatens me on a daily basis and evidently backs up those threats" Wednesday says, gesturing to her bandaged wound. "by extension he threatens you by mere association and i cannot allow that to be, i cannot allow that bastard to roam free with his limbs intact, i will find him, and i will rip him to pieces, if only to keep you, my most precious gem, safe."

Enid's eyes are wide, full of love, her body aflame with affection.

"And that is why you must stay here, so you cannot see the darkest pieces of I, Lest I tarnish you with my love of the horrific, of the macabre, of the Sadist, because i will enjoy their pain."

And Enid, hears none of it, she made peace with the fact that she would love Wednesday forever, no matter how much pain she inflicts, no matter if she became a murderer, no matter if she became the monster she claimed she was always destined to be.

She would love her forever. Unconditionally. She made peace with that an eternity ago.

"Wends... are you saying...." Enid gulps, putting every ounce of courage she has ever gathered up to this point forward "...that you love me?" Enid finishes, her voice quiet, small, but so very much Enid.

Wednesday doesn't even blink nor hesitate

"If my so many words didn't enlighten you than i shall use far less, then Yes, i do" Wednesday said, lowering her face slightly.

Enid thinks her heart stops because blood starts rushing to her head but she persists, she will not faint, she won't. This had become too important to screw up, she moved forwards, carefully, slowly, not wanting to startle "the wounded fawn" as Wednesday once called herself. She reached out a hand and cupped Wednesday's face, who did not shy away from it but pressed her face into Enid's palm.

"Wednesday" she says softly "Look at me..." Wednesday opens her eyes and Enid sees the love there, its subtle but its there.

"Do you think i love you so little that i would let you face this alone?" Enid said, echoing the girls words back at her. "Do you think if you died, that i love you so little, i wouldn't follow you there?" Enid says, her face "I made peace with the fact that i would love you for the rest of my life, and that i would follow you, no matter where you go" Enid says, inching closer to the Raven.

Their lips meet, a thunderous rejoicing in the heavens sounds as lightning flashes above Nevermore, lighting up their world, their first kiss under a naturally violent act of nature. Enid presses deeper, her need, her heartache evaporating as she claims Wednesday as hers, the kiss chaste but needy and so very overdue.

Wednesday places her hand on Enid's waist, and pushes deeper into the kiss, desperate to feel. desperate for touch, desperate for her to burst aflame, Enid, being the only one, who could achieve such a feat.

They slowly pull apart, lungs screaming for air. Enid rubes her nose on the shorter girl's nose, unable to stop herself.

Nothing is left that needs to be said, nothing left to be done.

Until Wednesday tugged Enid towards her bed, the two smitten teens laying down beside each other, with Wednesday being careful of her wound, and they spent the night, in each other's arms, Wednesday, letting the exhaustion of her hunt finally overtake her.

and Enid, holds the smaller teen in her arms, remarking at just how soft Wednesday was once the rough edges vanished behind the lull of sleep, she stays awake however, worshipping Wednesday with her eyes and softest touches with the pads of her fingers.

Her heart in ache before, could feel nothing now but Peace.

#wenclair #wednesday x enid #enid x wednesday #incorrect quotes #they're gay your honor #protective wednesday #angst #jealousy #emotional whump #angst with a happy ending #Xavier is expendable #yay!#drabble

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m4gp13 · 10 months

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Okay time to talk about Al's hero complex and Ethan's martyr complex more in-depth because I love it so much <3

Al's hero complex is pretty obvious. He thinks he's Katniss Everdeen fighting a valiant battle against the Capitol because no one told him he's not the main character. He sees himself and those who agree with him as the Heroes (tm) while any who oppose them are the Villains of Unrivalled Evil because obviously his people wouldn't be fighting them if they were anything less. Al definitely has the overwhelming optimistic approach of a heroic paragon who believes it's impossible for him to fail because he's the good guy and good guys always win (Ladies, Gentlemen and Assorted Genders I would now like to direct your attention to "heroes never die, right?"). Which is how he ended up getting the remainder of his army massacred because he wouldn't accept defeat and pushed them on for a last-ditch attempt at victory. He's willing to sacrifice his people for the greater good, and in this way he and Percy are like the inverse of "Villains will sacrifice the world to save their loved ones, heroes will sacrifice their loved ones to save the world."

Al was the most powerful child of Hecate and as such was chosen to lead the rest of her children into battle. For such a young guy, this probably gave him a sense of grandeur, importance and self-respect which translates well into him seeing himself as the hero of his story. He had Luke and his propaganda to look up to, Mt Othrys to run things from and the Princess Andromeda to help things along, as well as a swarm of younger demigods who saw him as a hero. Now I'm not saying it all got to his head but that is pretty much what I'm saying. There's also Hecate, who is a pretty loving mother all things considered and was helping and supporting Alabaster and her children all the way through the war. With her encouragement exacerbating Al's self-righteousness instead of giving him a reality check, his hero complex could only grow until it made the Al we see in Son of Magic. He has lost everything and has never been in a worse place but he is still so sure of himself and his own moral superiority.

Ethan's martyr complex is a little more subtle but it's there if you're looking. My guy sacrificed his eye to his mother and was A-Okay with the arrangement. He was asked, from a very young age, to go through a lot of short-term physical pain with the result of a long-term disability in order to make a change in the world, which he agreed to. So he already doesn't think too highly of himself which is a great start! His mother uses him as a vehicle for her goals and he is aware of this and consenting to it. He has already relegated his own life as a tool for someone else. And then there's the arena battle in the labyrinth where he was very quick to offer Percy his own head on a platter. He was thinking very pragmatically at the time. He didn't seem to care much about "holy shit I'm going to die" and was instead just thinking "If he kills me then I die but if he spares me then we'll both die 2-1=1 so if we go with the first option then that will be one less death" HE DOESN'T GIVE A FUCK. His own life is something he can step back from, view in the context of the bigger picture and figure out how detrimental the loss of it would be to everything else going on around him. And then to further prove my point the last thing he ever does in the series is actually martyr himself to stop Kronos from ruining his mother's plans. Way to make it easier for me buddy.

As for how he ended up like this, his mother is fucking Nemesis. A hero complex and a martyr complex run antiparallel to each other with the key difference being that a hero will do whatever it takes to succeed while a martyr is all too happy to throw their life away for The Cause. In the eyes of a young child desperate to please his mother who is known for harshly punishing the prideful and arrogant of the world, being a hero who desires personal success and glory would be far too egotistical, and in order to be a hero his mother would approve of, he must be entirely selfless about it. She would despise anything else.

#pjo #percy jackson #ethan nakamura #alabaster c torrington #alabaster torrington #the titan army #Ethan be like “self-esteem? I HARDLY KNOW EM!”#Q

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tallbluelady · 1 month

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Oh. Oh man. I never thought about how hard ShB must have been for Urianger, lying to Rowan above everyone else and watching her suffer, knowing he can't say anything. And then when it all falls down... Oh man, the guilt. How did that all go down? What was ShB like for them?

It's great, because Urianger made the decision to start actively courting Rowan while she was absorbing all the Lightwarden's light. The thought process: I can offer my heart as a hideaway through all the trauma of this! This won't end badly at all! What happened after is entirely up to her, and he fully expected to be dumped right after they returned home with the Exarch's death.

Something that I'm kinda looking forward to exploring more is the fact that Urianger underestimates how much his affection for Rowan grows and evolves when they reunite on the First. Like the Exarch, he has this idealized form of Rowan to think about for three years. Then she's back in his life and she's real. And not only is she real, she's more complicated and fun and interesting than a memory could ever be. He's been in love before and he thought he knew how it would effect him. But love is different every time, and with every person. By the time they get to Mt. Gulg (I almost typed Mt. Guilt lmao), he's starting to realize that he's not going to handle life well without her.

He buries his guilt in acts of affection or trying to humor Rowan and Ryne. Urianger is going to tell jokes (Rowan gets his sense of humor) and find flowers and trinkets to put in her hair. He's going to be the attentive healer after battle, and while he can't do much to fight the Light, he's going to do everything else. Because what else can he do? The plan must work. The Exarch worked for over 100 years on it...

But the plan doesn't work. The Exarch can't take the Light into himself and fling himself into oblivion and send them home. And now Rowan is cracking under the pressure that would be too much for any one person and now it's the person he wholeheartedly loves. He picks her up and runs down that mountain, probably teleporting down at least half the distance. The next time she's conscious she's out to get Emet-Selch's head and he can't stand that she would do it alone either.

And then she forgives him. He cannot fathom it, but the release on his heart is such a relief. He's ready to go to the bottom of the ocean to face the villain with her. And if we ask Rowan... that's all she ever wanted. Rowan doesn't back down from the monsters she's asked to slay. She knows she can do it, and she knows she's one of frighteningly few who even can. On the First, she is the only one who can face the Lightwardens and live. She'd just like some support for the other things, you know? It's why she was so receptive to Urianger in the first place - he's doing things, not just raging at the injustice. She's faced injustice before and people ranting at it never did her any good. The romance did comfort and shield her. He gives her White Auracite to vanquish Emet-Selch. He's supported her the entire time they've known each other.

After they defeat Hades they have to have a long conversation about it all. How it wasn't really the fact that she had to face something that could kill her that made Rowan upset, it was the fact that Urianger and the Exarch hid details about that would all entail. He vows to be more open, and luckily that was a thread that the writers decided to continue on through Endwalker. (On top of that, the whole situation colors their sex life as well, which is fun to write about.)

So yeah! I hoped you enjoyed my essay about my Wolship!

#aether and anatomy #rowan argentas #urianger #urianger x wol #woops that's over 700 words lmao #but the crux of it all is that rowan doesn't mind facing the monsters placed in front of her #she'd just like some help or support facing them #and maybe a smooch or two

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my-mt-heart · 8 months

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Welcome back SF, really missed your input.

That's really kind of you to say 🙏 I'm watching this spinoff against better judgment and have a lot of thoughts on it, but I'll try to stick to production topics.

[W]hy giving so many visual cues for Carol?

Like MT and you yourself said, AMC realized (somewhat belatedly) that they can't Carol-ify characters (Maggie in DC/Isabelle in DD) and expect the audience to get excited. The studio knows Carol gets engagement, that's why they keep pushing the character on social media despite the fact that officially, she's not part of TWDU. I believe Melissa/Carol is so conspicuously absent from Nicotero's interviews for related reasons.

Correct me if I'm wrong, but didn't they shove Melissa and Angela aside to make their own spin off?

No, you're right, but each of the people wanting them off the project had their own reasons for it. It's not as simple as "Norman got a big head" from being the most marketed character (although there's an element of that too). There's a lot of people involved and they all had different things to gain from having these two women removed.

So, my guess right now is, it's about the money and someone less with an opinion, so both Greg and Norm have more creative freedom and a couple of spare millions to spend on their vision

AMC spent way more money this way than having Melissa be part of the show from the start, so no, it's not about money and making a TV show isn't a bunch of people compromising on what to do. (More on that a little further down.)

There are many reasons and @jaibhagwan mentioned one of them in a comment to my previous ask, "[W]ho has the most the gain by sabotaging Caryl to make himself look good writing his “love story” spinoff?" Gimple was heavily involved in S11, the development of DD and in part of pre-production, and like I've previously said, he doesn't want competition. (It shouldn't be a competition at all, since a TV show is a collaborative effort and as a viewer I'm capable of liking both Carol and Michonne. Not that the race is between the women, because Gimple doesn't care about either of them.) He wants DD to fail, so he can swoop in to save the franchise with his TOWL show.

Just so no one misunderstands this as a slight and gets upset: Michonne is one of my favorites and I hold Danai in utmost respect. I'm not comparing women or female characters. They bring different things to the franchise and that's a GOOD THING. I want more of that. I also think Clémence is a great actor and apart from the sweeping aerial establishing shots, she's the only enjoyment I'm getting from DD. My issue is with Gimple and Zabel (whose existence as a "fleshie" I can unfortunately confirm to anyone thinking he might be a cardboard cutout), and their no-good storytelling.

@rubberchickeny "They all ring untrue and like he’s trying to manage (badly) the image the media and the public have. He’s contradicting himself, and other information given."

I believe the obfuscation is on purpose and that AMC (by way of Nicotero) is also trying to shift blame for some of their more controversial story decisions.

Everything that happens on a TV show has been approved by the studio responsible for the production. It doesn't matter if you're an egomaniac actor, a spiteful hack of a writer or a burnt-out EP—no one can override the studio. Someone at the studio approved the respec of Daryl back to his S2 self, the choice to deny his found family, the nunbaiting, etc. Every single script goes to the studio for notes and then (eventually) final approval before it's locked. They approve of the episode edit; if they don't like it, it gets reedited to their specifications.

There's a method to the madness in everything Nicotero has been saying.

@kryptoniancape "So he blatantly lied about having no creative control in that hit piece?"

Yes 🤷‍♀️ and you're right, it's a hit piece. The question is why. Why do AMC and Greg Nicotero want you to think that everything that's wrong about this show is Norman's fault? I'm not saying he doesn't bear any responsibility, but this isn't a one-man standup comedy special on HBO. If he made demands AMC didn't want to meet, they could have pulled the plug on those delusions at any point.

“I’m watching this spinoff against better judgment”

Translation: MT is making me watch so I can answer her long list of questions she sent me.

I guess my concern about a possible smear campaign is…are they expecting more backlash later on? If so, I’m terrified to find out what that is. I’m getting so many asks from people wondering why they should hope for a better story in S2, and even though I do think we can put some of our faith in Melissa, it’s still a valid question. Because they should be doing everything to rebuild our trust that was lost the day they announced the Caryl spinoff was canceled, but instead they’re preparing for things to get worse?

Again, all I want (as a fan and as another woman in the industry) is to feel reassured that Melissa’s getting everything a leading lady deserves and that Daryl and Carol are getting the story they deserve.

Fwiw: If Danai was the showrunner on her spinoff, I would’ve been SEATED for that. If Melissa got to showrun or direct, I’d be seated for that too. TWDU needs more women and poc making creative decisions.

#caryl #caryl spinoff #carol peletier #melissa mcbride #darylneedscarol

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simmerdowndee · 3 months

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Chapter Two : Komorebi Wealth Management Group

Sora and Dee arrive at the Komorebi Wealth Management Gala, where he introduces her to his colleagues and friends.

Dee: There’s so many people here. Do all of them work for you?

Sora : Most of them yes. Some of them are guest of my staff while others are CEOs and VPs from other companies.

*Sora is spotted by a colleague and excuses himself*

Sora: I have some business to discuss. I’ll be back to check on you in a bit.

*Sora gets closer to whisper in Dee’s ear*

Sora: Relax, and enjoy yourself. I love you.

*Dee smiles and shakes her head*

*Sora walks off as one of his colleagues comes to greet Dee*

Avina : Dee right? I think we met briefly before you moved here?

Dee: Yes, we did. It’s nice to see a familiar face. How are you?

Avina : Oh you know, just existing in what seems to clearly be a man’s world.

*Dee laughs*

Avina : But other than that, I’m doing fine. How are you adjusting to your new life?

Dee: So far everything has been calm, good. I’m hoping it stays this way.

Avina : You never know with this crowd. Things can and have gotten chaotic real quick.

*A gentlemen walks near Avina and Dee*

Avina : You see him, that’s Kenji Sakamoto. He’s the CEO of our competitor firm. Him and Sora have an interesting dynamic…..

Dee: What do you mean?

Avina: Sora seems to trust Kenji, and often gives him advice for his firm. Sora doesn’t see it, but I believe Kenji is using him. I don’t trust that man at all.

Avina: Kenji has a reputation in Mt. Komorebi…. And it’s not a good one. He’s been caught up in various “scandals” surrounding other firms.

Dee: Does Sora know?

Avina: Yes, he’s been made aware, but your husband is very optimistic, and loves to see the good in people.

Dee: Yes, it’s one of the things I love about him, but also worry about.

Avina: If you can convince him to avoid doing business with Kenji, I would.

*Dee nods her head*

The host of the party begins to speak and introduce a toast. Dee has taken note of Mr. Sakamoto, and begins to worry about the relationship between him and Sora.

Later that night , Dee is unwinding for bed.

Inner thoughts: I hope Sora knows what he’s doing with Mr. Sakamoto. I don’t know him, but I definitely don’t trust him after hearing about his past…..

#lpltheseries #my sims #simblog #simblr #sims 4 #sims 4 gameplay #the sims #the sims 4 #thesims4 #ts4 simblr

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You opened this can of sardines for me the topic of employed Nolan/what is he gonna do now. Buckle in Buckaroos as I spout some nonsense.

1. He can go work for the NHL (kinda unlikely at this point imo). Despite not being able to play he seems to actually enjoy hockey still. His dad back in his early career had always said that he was a very analytical watcher, replaying parts of games over and over again to figure out what they were doing. I can see him somewhat settling behind a bench as a playmaker, and being a little shit about it. Like making the most annoying but legal plays. I can also see him becoming a bit of an advocate for players and head injuries considering what he's had to go through.

Even if not directly behind the bench or in the NHL there is a possibility for him to work with a smaller team or a more behind the scenes role. It would be private enough for him I feel.

2. Hunting (more likely). Even in pre NHL interviews he constantly brought up his love for the wilderness and hunting and possibly being a hunting guide. This I feel is the most likely possibility. Opening like a little Patrick's hunting guides venture. If I'm being a bit more optimistic and whimsical, an actual hunting store to sell supplies.

This might also mean more social media pat as he promotes himself. He's an advocate for ethical hunting and consuming so I can see him pushing that angle and teaching about how to respect and use the animals.

3. He has a tiktok, "Why the flyers can eat my ass (NHL exposed) Part 1 of 12.

4. Joins Mt. Joy (this is the crack fic one). He's close to the band, can play guitar. Why not? Write a few songs for them, date their pianist (I think that's her role?) Would b cute.

Sorry for rambling, but I do genuinely hope he ends up okay in the end and settles down well after everything he's been through. He doesn't seem like a bad guy and holy fuck has he been put through the wringer. I want him to be okay and succeed in something and not have everything he does be over analyzed by everyone ya know.

(Imma tack this on at the end, I agree at what he was getting with with the mailloux thing cause Trudeau absolutely sucks, but my god man has poor wording choices.)

Hahahaha living for the in detail post! Feel free to ramble I’m all ears.

I think jumping in an NHL job after what he had to go through would be pouring salt on an open wound, for now at least. Realistically it’d be a solid real job to have, tho it’s probably still gonna be way too much attention for him even if it’s behind the scenes. It’d give people too much to talk about. Would be pre sweet if he even took up coaching for a local team, whatever age really.

Please if dude was desperate for money or just to do something I was even thinking how he would probably debate joining his dad in real estate and work for him 😭😭😭😭

Don’t think money is an issue tho, cause he gives me vibes he’s pretty frugal and just living life lmao. Also Manitoba isn’t the most expensive place to live in to what I’m aware of.

Conclusion I really don’t think hes finding a job that’s about $$$ but something he enjoys and what he aligns with, so the hunting and fishing guide is 100% Though he has so many resources to branch out in multiple things.

#my dudes main priority is just finding himself you cannot tell me otherwise #hunting and fishing everyday #his dream #we all know he hates attention good or bad lmao #so even if he got a job in the nhl or even a smaller league #he’d probably be getting asked way too many questions #He’d probably be like k bro this isn’t Philly media leave me alone #I stg if he took up an NHL job it’s probably have to be 15 years from now when ppl fully forget about him #hahah also yeah I agree #If he was actually petty enough and it was acceptable #he’d do a tell all airing out Philly fans and the whole flyers organization #and that one interviewer that always hounded him #I’m rambling #sorry #nolan patrick #nolpat #ask #dec '23 subs

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r0-boat · 2 years

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You ever see those videos of shelter/stray dogs who are afraid/don't like human touch but eventually give it a try with one special person. their ears back, clearly nervous but still wagging their tail but also not sure if they really wanna meet your hand. and when their head gets pet, you can see how they absolutely melt into the touch with a spark of hope in their eyes?

That's Red.

He hasn't had a father in the picture, and I don't see his mother as the cuddly overbearing type. Blue was his friend as a kid until, y'know, the story of the Kanto games unfolded. Then they turned pals again

But not after Red spent all that time up on Mt. Silver all on his own with just his Pokemon.

Pokemon are wonderful companions but.. It just doesn't replace human interaction.

He's been on his own for so long... Carrying everything by himself. Self isolation does damage to your psyche haha totally not speaking from experience

Then Then he meets you. Someone so kind and patient. So willing to respect his boundaries. He wants to overcome this. He wants to drop these walls he's built up and let you It's just so terrifying. Putting this much trust into another.

But Red is willing to try. For you. Please don't break him.

∾ 【 Rouge Anon 】

I can't I love- AAAA Red my love!

Red has HARD boundaries for anybody who isn't you. He doesn't go to any fan meet up because he doesn't like too many people or even being touched. But you he has his arms and legs wrapped around you as Blue tries to pry him off, and wants to bring you everywhere because everything becomes more tolerable when you're around experiencing this with him.

I bet his fans Get mad jealous bc only one can dream of melting the ice walls of the living Legend.

Bro I bet his rabid fans wrote fucking Wattpad fanfiction about dating him and now suddenly Twitter blows up with a blurry picture of red with his arm around this person they don't even know. And he's...smiling?!

#ro.chatting #pokemon trainer red

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fanfiction-artist-prototype · 2 years

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One of the biggest things that annoys me on a personal level (and not a capitalism consumerism level) about the MCU is that if you're brunt out from the films or you've sat back and realised "Wow... they're really just shitting all over these stories and covering it up with millions in green dotted suits and abuse of SFX crews aren't they?" you're automatically counted in the same basket as 'Marvel Bros'

You know the people I'm talking about; they've never picked up a comic in their life but women have to list like 17 arcs they verify by Wikipedia, the people who sit there and scream about how comic accurate representation is Marvel/Disney vying for woke points -those are the Marvel bros.

And it annoys me that I can't say "I won't be watching the new she-hulk show because it looks atrocious." And be given the time to say that the CGI makes me uncomfortable because it's un-canny Valley esque and that the premise of the show might be based on a actual comic line but it just feels a bit too late to be picking up a "fourth wall break" character after all the multiverse references/use of the multiverse they've thrown in.

Not to mention that it does feel pandering to the people who liked the Deadpool films and that comedic aspect of fourth wall breaking but now with... MCU "he's behind me isn't he"/"on your left" humour. This is purely subjective on Mt part and I recognise that She-Hulk has always been a fourth wall break character and I do love her in the comics but MCU writers don't know what comedy is.

You can't say you don't want to watch it because it looks atrocious because Marvel fans are in three camps.

A: Marvel Bros.

These guys think everything is for woke points and if it doesn't appeal to them sexually or in a power fantasy way its woke and stupid.

So you can't provide actual reasons to rhem because they'll just go "Well why did we even NEED a FEMALE hulk!? Fucking woke bullshit!" and any actual reasons you have will fly so fast over their heads the Guardian of the Galaxy writers will get in another Drax joke.

B: We know but we're ostriches.

This group are the people on the verge of burn out, who have turned liking MCU films into a part of their core personality and so NEED to watch the next one even if they know all the issues surrounding it, even if they're disappointed or hell even anxious about what's next and how the drop off in quality is going to look next phase with more production that should be feasible.

But they're a MCU fan so they put their head in the sand and they know what you're saying but they can't acknowledge it because then a part of their personality is gone then.

And C.

C: Marvel suckers.

These are the ones that as soon as you mention not liking the films they're screaming about you being a marvel bro. Don't like the look of she-hulk? Mysonginst.

Black Panther was an alright film but didn't really capture you the same way say the Avengers did? Racist.

Thought that Endgames solution and explanation of timeliness made NO fucking sense and can even point out glaring potholes in Dr Strange's logic and his decision and how it then contradicts with future films? You just don't UNDERSTAND, you weren't paying attention. If you give Marvel more knew and watch their spin offs and mini series and not Canon amendments we all take as Canon to fill the void in our hearts, you'll actually understand its not a plot hole its a different timeline even though timeline branches as explained in the movie don't work this way.

And it just... MCU films are nothing more than CGI hotmesses designed to suck any joy and love that was put into the original project and it makes me so mad you can't criticise them online without being a massively "anti-progressive" fan.

On that note I hope people finally fucking stop saying "you just hate the left" when people criticise the MCU for attempting to make the Hydra Steve Rogers arc into a film. Wherein the character all these men and boys have been told is a role model will be shown as a literal nazi worldwide at a time where anti-semitism and facism is rising. Its disgraceful enough that Marvel defiled the character made by two Jewish men and made him a nazi for story purposes but to do that and try and get the storyline green lit for a film at a time where fascism is on the rise is disgraceful.

#tw facism #tw antisemitism #tw marvel #Marvel #MCU

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fierymountaineer · 1 year

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…Hi.

Is-this how you make posts? Right-I think I got it! I’m still figuring out how Rotumblr works, and Blue is-NOT being helpful really. In fact he’s just called me ‘Worse than gramps’-which is just plain rude!

So yeah-my name’s Red, from Pallet town! ..no that’s dumb of COURSE people know who I am-but seriously, don’t be afraid to talk to me alright! I know some of you kids seem-downright scared of me and I hate to see that-I want to be there for the next generation of trainers, and learn everything that’s new right alongside them-! We all learn new things every day right?

Anyways-I’m currently at the battle tree, I’ve been planning to head back here for awhile- (I actually DID call my mom this time, don’t worry. She still chews me out over Mt silver to this day-!

Anyway, guess I should introduce my team-They’re all reliable partners, some of my best friends!

Char, my ace Charizard. He’s been with me since day one and is one of the best companions I could ever ask for. (Also saved my behind from freezing up there on mt silver)

Stoise, my Blastoise-A heavy hitter but gentle giant. I’ve noticed she has a fondness for letting kids ride on her back and shoulders-!

Saur, my Venusaur-He’s another one of my friends since the early days. Kinda the peacemaker of the team.

Pika, my Pikachu-Second ace aside from Char! He’s-..quite a handful. STILL zaps me now and then sometimes but he’s a reliable partner when I need him most.

Snor, my snorlax-he’s still blocking roadways when he sleeps to this day-! But thankfully I can just put him back in his pokeball this time instead of having to bother anyone for a pokeflute again-

Vee, my Espeon-Rescued him from Team rocket back in the day. He’s finally healed from the whole thing and he’s quite friendly! Still has some issues with new people but once he gets to know you, you’ll be fine!

Anyway, that’s all about me-you can stop by and ask for advice, battles, just talk-anything really! It’s-..nice to finally start socializing again. Maybe this’ll be good for me-…

Yo, Blue here! I’ll ‘butt in’ every once in awhile to make sure dingus here doesn’t get into TOO much trouble. Smell y’all later!

ooc: this blog is run by Me- @trainergraceneedstherapy, @fucktherulesletsseetheruins, and @bittersweetformula’s admin! I’ve been wanting to do this for AGES and the Miku concert in Alola/Team calm raid is giving me a GREAT chance to-here’s hoping y’all love my take on Red-! And yes he CAN talk, as in Pokémon masters-he still goes COMPLETELY silent sometimes but he’s getting better with speaking to people! Also he ADORES the younger generation of trainers-kinda hopes he can be a father figure to anyone who needs it!

anyway-here’s his playlist!

#pokeblogging #pokemon irl #rotumblr #pokemon au #Spotify

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fbwzoo · 2 years

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I finally got all of my Crab Con orders!!! I haven't used anything yet bc I wanted to get a full pic of everything together.

Included most of the individual order pics as well, for close ups that are easier to see.

Pic 1 - full haul! Yes, I went overboard. I couldn't help it, we have an amazing seller group!

Pic 2 - EarthWaterFire Studio, Mary's store. Blue Mango is new, but everything else are reorders my crabs love. Plus some free samples! I couldn't add the pic, but I also got a couple beautiful dishes & some deer poop from her.

Pic 3 - Crab Cuisine Co, first time ordering! But I did win a free prize from her that the crabs loved. I got some cookies for enrichment toys, and some oils bc I need to get better at giving them more fat options in their diet. It's super important for molting! (Also, best free sticker)

Pic 4 - My Hungry Hermit, first time ordering. Got an awesome book that contains a ton of info on safe and unsafe foods, based on LHCOS's science-backed information. The shop owner is one of the people who have been helping with putting together a new database for the group! Also got burning bush leaves, bc crabs adore them for some reason, and a really cute mirror to add to their tank for enrichment.

Pic 5 - A Little Crabby Co-Op! Savanah is super sweet & did a really nice session on 3D printing during the Con. I'm finally gonna give my printer another try, with her help! This is why I love our seller group, everyone is super supportive. I got some "toe dipper" ramps for my pools, and shell opening measuring rings.

Pic 6 - South of the Ocean, first time ordering. They have some really neat foraged stuff, I hope some pheasant feathers & oak buds. Apparently their Better Than Leaf Litter is a huge hit with crabs too, so I'm excited to see what mine think. Also got a nice lichen heavy stick & some bunny poop!

Pic 7 - MT Pet Emporium, first time ordering. They have a lot of unique proteins and whole items that are great variety for enrichment. I'm excited to get one of the fish heads into my tank. 😂 The barnacles are bigger than I expected too, I haven't decided whether to put them on the sand or in my salt pool.

Pic 8 - BioactiveFX, one of my favorite stores!! Courtney has a degree in animal nutrition & is doing a lot of work to get proper foods available in multiple places for people to have access to. She really wants to get them into pet stores too someday. She also sells fantastic cholla & cork bark. I have a bunch of cork but got a flat with a bunch of lichens for my crabs to nibble on. Also got some moss, lichens, lotus seed pods (the enrichment possibilities!!!!), and stocked up on a bunch of dunaliella salina, an orange algae that my crabs think is the Best Thing Ever. Doesn't matter how big the pile is, it's gone in the morning. Also important to mention wild burro poop, which is new. Yes, I bought a lot of poop, okay, Hagrid is gross & loves it. 😂😂

Pic 9 - Just 2 Old Crabs, another favorite food shop! She cooks and dries all the stinky stuff so we don't have to! 😂 I already have a ton of her food and the crabs devour it. Excited to have a bunch of fresh stuff for them! I've been feeding a ton of last year's food to finish it up so I can set up all the fresh stuff I got this year. They're gonna eat so well!

Pic 10 - First time ordering from Hermit Grub, their foods look gorgeous! Excited to see what my crabs think. They have a VERY well stocked pantry now.

Not shown individually (pic limit) - Coenobita Curiosities, they sell the original curiosity cubes! There's multiple shops on etsy that have taken the idea from them, so make sure you buy from the right shop. They send their cubes out with delicious popcorn to use in them, a sure way to get your crabs checking out their new toy. I got a bridge as well, for my beach topper.

Not shown individually - I also got some Java moss & duckweed from Josh's Frogs, along with a couple bromeliads & a couple spider plants to try in the tank. I need to get them taken care of today, they're still waiting... 😬

#hermit crabs #hermit crab enrichment #hermit crab food #crab con 2022 #fbw rambles #my pets #lord of the crabbies #lhcos approved sellers #please check out all the shops!!#they're all really wonderful #and have lots of stuff that would be good for other animals too

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miamoo27 · 1 month

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Life has been work the past couple day. I feel directionless. I’m doing great at my job but lacking in school and I’m my “professional life.” Right now my heart isn’t in it I’m feeling connected to work and the kids making a different. I feel impatient with school like I’m waiting to be done despite mt enjoyment in learning. But the pressure feels horrific lately. I was sick for two days still feel it. Work has been disgustingly stressful due to my co worker. Being horrific with the kids. And then I have my lab mentor telling me “it’s unprofessional to have an unexpected absence without notice” ummm so sorry I was asleep and not feeling well once. It isn’t a pattern.

The pressure is fucking on and I wanna roll in a ball. I can’t help my restless ways it’s mt nature. It’s hard to be under this much and try so hard yet be fearful of telling others what I need. I overplease until I can’t do it. Now I have this dumb fucking stupid party tomorrow SORRY. That has to do with my dads family coming here. My stomach still hurts I’m getting my period and I don’t need this. I hate the voice in my head that says stop complaining stop worrying. My parents are fighting don’t blame my mom. She doesn’t want them here. I don’t really but he is my father. He knows how I feel. I’m not passive aggressive with how I feel or “fresh” I just say it. Probablt a reason some don’t like me. I care what others think but I’m also not going to “fake” it to make others comfortable. I hate doing that and I need to stop doing that. I need to just be completely honest with mt feelings. I hate putting on a mask. This morning I didn’t. Adam my conworkee noticed it immediately. Saying he noticed when she came in I was upset. Not with the kids but at here. He said he knows I care a lot. It shows. I do care a lot it’s one of mt faults. I deeply devote myself to one thing and forget about everything else. (This is a new personality character because I used to mindlessly do too many things). I forgot about school for a good two weeks. I stopped replying to emails, texts, calls. I also hate texting people consistently. I’m exhausted I have no time for me. I don’t wanna do this shit and go to appointments but sadly we live in a world where appoints exist. Weirdly I’m amazing at staying on time at work. I take care of 18 4 year olds and clean up after them feed them love them nurture them and teach them. Yet I can’t text someone back something doesn’t add up. Even my therapists texts intimidate me. Yet I can Literallt fight someone in real life. But that’s only people I don’t respect. Which unfortunely I respect all my professors.

To give myself credit I’ve dealt with a ton of shit while doing all of this. So I haven’t processed my moms addiction or really my feelings around men in general. I’m afraid to be in love. True shit. I have high standard now which makes my red flag alarm go up everytime I encounter a guy. One has a gf one has a baby one has an addiction one can’t commit and one is gay. The world is insane. I feel like Janis Joplin “one good man”. Where they at tho? It’s been a long ass day this is an insane rant and probablt makes no sense but I need to write it. Apart from all these downfalls I’m genuinely a good person I think I care about people animals pets children everyone. Yet I don’t trust men romantically. I have barely any trust in the world and I’m nervous.

How could I be two things at once.

Someone who loves the universe and nature. Believes in peace and tries to show it. Feels connected spiritually to the earth.

Someone who doesn’t trust people. Is afraid of love. Disgusted by pda.

It isn’t the world I don’t trust it’s the people and what they did scares me and I’m afraid it could happen again. I get so hooked to someone quickly. When I love i reallt love. Nick showed me that he didn’t bring me the same. He knew that so he broke my heart more by even knowing he didn’t have the same love for me. I tried to stay and make him love me but that’s the worst type of love. I needed him. To love me. It made me feel like shit for so long I couldn’t speak. He broke up with me I felt like my world fell apart. I couldn’t see the reality. He didn’t feel what I could feel he wasn’t capable of having the love I have.

I used to think those were things people tell them selves to feel better. But truthfully what is actually true. They aren’t in your life anymore so does the way they feel actually matter? You will never know how they feel because they don’t so what’s the use in figuring out. It’s been a waste of time one I needed though to get through the storm on the side of independence I went from serial dater/sex to being single for almost two years. I needed to go through nick. To see what it’s like to love someone who can’t do the same to break my heart. It did but in the end I got smarter.

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humburgerr · 6 months

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The Maiden’s Dart (a Percy Jackson fanfiction, first part of the “Sacred Blood” series)

Chapter 1: (LEA) “Welcome to my life, I guess…”

I don’t hate flying.

Like, really, flying is cool: I was six when I first had a plane ride. I recall quite clearly how amazed I was when I glanced out of the window and I saw the mountaintops deep below us, and I will never forget how excited I was, two years later, when dad decided to take me horse-riding with him. The old black pegasus neighed quite a bit when the both of us settled on his back, my father’s arms around me, so that I wouldn’t fall off, as he laughed.

- Blackjack, you know that doughnuts aren’t good for your health! - He told the pegasus.

Then, uncle Jason’s strong grip around me as we darted across the sky Superman style, feeling the cool breeze of Summer’s clouded evenings and joking and laughing…

Yeah, flying is cool, a lot of my good memories are associated with it.

Does that mean I love flying?

Hah, nope.

But let’s start by the beginning of the story, shall we?

It all started last winter, when Athena, my divine granny and caretaker had the incredible incredibly terrible idea that I somehow needed to start practicing early to get my driving licence as soon as possible when I turned sixteen.

Now, that doesn’t sound like a bad idea, right? WRONG.

The thing is, although in the last thirty years or so the gods tried to be closer to their half-blood children, and although many of them actually became better parents, they - being these immortal, super-powerful cosmic beings - still had some trouble actually understanding the way mortal bodies worked, and how many limitations they actually had. They just assumed we had been much like minor deities all along, minus the immortality feat and the sick powers.

So, like, if the King of the gods lost his Master Bolt, none of them saw a gargantuan logic fallacy in assuming that it had been stolen by some weird kid with ADHD. Hermes had stolen Apollo’s cattle mere hours after his birth, after all.

You can imagine the shock when Will Solace, the newly appointed GoAT (as in Godly Anatomy Teacher, and not Mr. Underwood’s lower half) explained to them how slowly human grew up, and how they had to learn everything from scratch. Oh, the look of absolute horror on the gods’ face when they learned that humans shed their first set of teeth and grew new ones.

Now, most of the gods were taking these anatomy lessons very seriously, but some of them… well, let’s say that some gods really liked to skip class.

Granny Athena was one of the latter. Being the goddess of knowledge, she felt extremely disgusted by the thought that she would have needed to learn something - anything - from a mere mortal. Being the goddess of wisdom, she also should have known better than to give up a chance to expand her knowledge.

If you know Athena, however, you probably also know that she is prideful. Too prideful for her own good, I might say (but I won’t).

Anyway, one morning I woke up with the goddess of wisdom storming into my bedroom, up in Mt. Olympus. If I had been a bit more awake and in control of myself, perhaps I would have suppressed it, but given that I had woken up in that same instant and my brain was still set in “this is a dream, you can do whatever you want” mode, I gave her a quick look and burst out laughing right at her face.

She was dressed like a traffic officer, with the uniform and the plastic helmet over her head, the white gloves and the traffic signs hanging from her belt, right near a plastic walkie-talkie. The fact is, the uniform was too perfect, the helmet a bit too shiny, the boots looked like they had never seen a real road in their entire life. She looked less like a real cop and more like a silly tv advertiser, one that stood near a row of happy children traversing the road and said to the camera something like: Make people happy, join our lines! It will be fun, I swear! The kind of propaganda that would have won over the kids in New Rome after like three seconds.

Athena gave me one of her bad looks, and I thanked the Universe that she wasn’t the goddess of gravity, because otherwise my entire body would have been completely splattered all over the pristine clean marble floor. However, her glance still managed to send shivers down my spine and to make my laughter run straight back into my throat.

Finally, she averted her eyes and I started breathing again.

- Gra… Lady Athena. - I caught myself before calling her granny.

- Achillea, - my full name felt like an icy stab in the gut, and she probably noticed, because her voice slightly softened - get dressed, Hatchling. We are going out for a while. I’ll wait for you in the throne room.

Then she vanished into thin air, like she had never been there.

I stared at the door for what felt like a solid minute, with my brain whispering in my ear that it would’ve been pretty sweet if I put my insomniac butt back to sleep. I agreed with my brain for maybe half a second, then the look in Athena’s eyes came to haunt my mind again, and I got out of bed.

“But the pillows! - My brain pleaded - The soft blankets!”

“I know buddy. - I told my brain - but we heard sweet old granny.”

My brain fell silent, which, me being me, was a pretty common occurrence.

The moment my bare feet touched the floor, invisible hands began to fold the blankets, straight up the pillow and generally remake the bed. The maids talked to each other in a sweet, low hum, their words so whispered that I had trouble hearing the full sentences. I cleared my throat, and they became perfectly silent, and totally still, I could guess, since I couldn’t hear their soft breeze anymore.

- Well, guess I’ll be going to take a shower and get dressed. If you need anything, you know where to find me.

I was about to leave the room, when one of the maids spoke up.

- M’Lady, - she started, and by the low hum of her voice, I could identify her as Mia, the First Maid - Lady Athena has sent another servant to your baths.

My veins frosted.

- What.

The maids started whispering to each other, and even tho I couldn’t fully hear them, I picked up a few words: angry… spite… punishment…

It took me an instant to put two and two together. They feared I was angry, and that, since I couldn’t lash out at my divine granny, I would punish them instead. It took me slightly more to realise that I spoke to them in a cold, firm tone, and that I unconsciously channeled some of my power to make that sound even more intimidating.

I regained my cool.

- Hey girls, - I said in a much more informal tone - I didn’t mean to scare you, really. And I am not angry. Neither towards you, nor towards my grandma. It’s just that I felt… surprised.

Surprised wasn’t the word I was thinking at. And, to be fair, I was hating Granny Athena a little bit, but I wouldn’t have dared to punish these friendly spirits just for that.

Mia spoke again.

- If it displeases you so much, M’Lady, I could still tell the servant to leave the place. We truly understand, that after what happened with Rya-

- That was just an incident! - I interrupted her, careful, this time, not to scare them anymore - It was just an unhappy incident.

None of them replied, and if I must guess, they all nodded in agreement.

I waved my hand, and left them to their tidying.

My bedroom was on the farthest side of my small apartment, which was on the farthest side of Athena’s palace, on Mt. Olympus.

Perhaps you might really want to know why I live in Olympus, and not at Camp Half-Blood in New Athens, with the rest of my family? Am I, maybe, a goddess? Did I give up my mortal shell to bloom into a beautiful, undying being?

No, I am very, very human. And well… to say it with an understatement, it is fairly complicated. I didn’t choose to live here, not exactly. It just came with the age, I could say. One day Athena showed up in our living room and demanded for my mom and my dad to give me to her. I don’t remember the details, because as soon as the conversation heated, mom sent me and my big brother, Michael, to play outside.

Then, Athena came out, told me to pack my things, and we both disappeared from our backyard in a ray of cold light.

The End.

Now, now, I can imagine what you are thinking: “OmG LEA WerE yOu AbDUctEd?”

No, I don’t think so. Well, at least I hope not.

From what Athena told me after that, my parents were having troubles with me: my powers were too great, and they were showing up too fast for them to really be prepared to handle the situation. They, however, were stubborn. They really didn’t want to let go of me (and can you really blame them?) but at the same time they didn’t know what to do. Basically, things were getting really dangerous. For me, and for those around me. That’s when my grandmother stepped in and decided to take matters into her own hands.

So, I get to see my parents and my brother during summertime and during mortal festivities such at Christmas and Easter and so on. For the rest of the year, I stay up above the clouds with the gods. I guess I should consider myself lucky, because at first Athena wanted me to stay up here all year round, and trust me, you don’t want to stay up here all year round. Everyone who stayed beside the gods nonstop would either go insane or become as petty as them. And I sincerely can’t decide what might be worse.

Anyway, my apartment had a circular shape, like a Thòlos, although I preferred to think of it as a Monòpteros, the latter not being the direct definition of a Micaenean tomb.

The main walls were surrounded, on the outside, by a circle of twelve white marble columns, each of one bearing the vessel of a different Olympian. It was supposed to be some sort of protection (I didn’t dare to look into it), but to me it mostly seemed like each member of the gods’ Assembly had tried to claim a part of the house for themselves.

On the inside, it was much more cozy: the Central Room’s marble floor was enchanted so that it could appear like any type of pavement i could wish for, and most of the time it showed a forest soil filled to the brim with beautifully colored leaves, like the ones that fell from trees during Fall. As I walked through, however, I noticed that the floor was showing a different scene: sand. Beautiful golden sand, ad if I looked hard enough, I could even spot a seashell here and there. This made me smile. Christmas time was near, and with that, my homecoming was drawing closer at hand. I already felt nostalgic.

As I passed by, I waved my hand at the little girl who tended the fire, right in the middle of the room.

She somehow had the power to be everywhere and nowhere at the same time. She was right at the Heart of Olympus, in the Throne Room, to make sure that the gods got at least a bit along, and then she was in her own small temple in New Athens, where old campers could ask for guidance of just stop by to have a little chat. She was in Camp Half-Blood’s dining hall too, making sure that all offerings would be split up evenly among the gods.

Hestia wasn’t a difficult goddess, and she didn’t play favourites.

She simply took good care if the fires, and showed up wherever she felt like she was needed.

Since that day of almost eight years ago, when Athena brought me to Olympus with her, the goddess of the Heart stood by my side every single day.

When she didn’t respond to my greeting, I instantly knew something was wrong. Upon closer inspection, in became clear that something was bothering her. She was looking deep into the flames with a frowned expression. No, not just frowned. I knew that something else was happening, that she wasn’t simply looking at the flames, she was seeing straight trough them, as if they were some sort of holo-screen that let her browse for informations.

- Lady Hestia! - I called for her, managing to get her attention, if only briefly - Is everything all-right?

She looked at me wide eyed for a single second, and then she turned back to the fire.

- Oh, good morning dear… - she said with a soft voice that immediately warmed my heart - Yes, everything’s okay, why shouldn’t it be? Don’t worry, dear. Athena’s waiting for you.

She said nothing more, and focused back to the flames.

Don’t worry. As if. The thing about Hestia is that she is so genuinely kind that everyone among gods, demigods, and even some monsters, tends to grow quite fond of her. This means, obviously, that if Hestia has a problem, it becomes everyone’s problem. Because no-one, no-one, wants to see Hestia suffer.

As much as I wanted to help her, however, I figured that wouldn’t be of much aid if my grumpy granny turned me into dust for being late, so I headed for the bathroom.

As soon as I entered, she smell of saltiness spread through my nostrils, and I felt like I was standing right on the seashore. The bathroom’s walls were painted pearl-pink, with sea-green marble furniture. The style was a strange mashup of minimalism and ancient greek sculpture, which made the gods’ bas-relieves carved into the sides of the sink and the bath tub seem like strangely shaped stick-men. The scene of Stick-Apollo fighting Stick-Hercules over a tripod had ben carved right into the lower half of the toilet, and I was been pretty sure that it had been Artemis’ idea.

When I looked at the figure of Stick-Hercules, my brain sprung shortly back to life.

“That’s where you belong, you scumhead!”

Then it fell asleep again.

I flinched, and for a short instant my hands trembled. A familiar sense of headache pierced my head, as if I had just forgot something vital.

Then I shook my head, and the sensation was blown away like petals scattered by the wind.

Something moved at the side of my vision and I reacted faster than I could think. In the blink of an eye I found myself with one hand pressing against a girl’s neck, and the other closed in a fist, fully loaded with adrenaline and ready to strike right at her solar plexus.

- Oh my gods! - the girl squeaked, barely able to hide the rush of terror that had clearly taken her - Do you try to kill every maid that Lady Athena sends you!?

I blinked a couple of times, while my brain translated those words into informations. Then I paled, and let her go. I hadn’t even realised that I had pinned her against the wall.

- Oh my… I’m so, so sorry, I swear I didn’t mean to-

I tried to mutter some apologies, but she raised her hand to stop me, and released a long, shaky breath.

- No, no, that’s okay I guess. Lord Poseidon had warned me that you were quite the wild horse. I don’t know why I dared to expect to meet you in a different way.

When she named my godly grandfather, I took a step backwards and took a good look at her.

She was slightly taller than me, probably by an inch or two, and her skin was grey. She had wide eyes, perhaps a little bit too wide, and they were totally black. She was slim, athletic, with large shoulders and long, webbed fingers. Each of her nails was carefully painted with stylised images of fishes. She had long, kelp-like hair, although this specific type of kelp was bioluminescent and gleamed neon blue light.

She wore a simple blue chiton, and nothing more.

- A nereid - I guessed. A very strange nereid. But I kept the last part for myself.

- Yep.

After a moment of awkward silence, I extended my hand.

- I imagine you already know my name, but please, do not call me Achillea, nor M’Lady. Lea is good enough.

She studied my hand, probably wondering if it was poisoned or boobytrapped with invisible fart-trinkets, but then she shook it with some good energy.

- Ichtya. And don’t worry, I wasn’t planning on calling you M’Lady anyway.

After this first bizzarre encounter, Ichtya the fish nereid and I got to work. I made instantly clear that I was pretty capable of showering by myself and that, no, she didn’t need to clean my butt for me. What she could do, however, was to help me with the scheduling of the bathroom. It wasn’t much, just preparing my toothbrush while I was busy in the shower, putting my laundry right at hand’s reach while I dried myself… as I said, small things that gave me a few seconds of advantage.

- Thank you, really. - I said while she brushed my hair, a task that I was never capable of bringing myself to do.

Her cheeks assumed a slightly darker shade of grey.

- No need to thank me. - She said, but I could feel she had very much appreciated the gesture.

I took a moment to look at my reflection in the mirror: a blonde, sea-green eyed five and an half feet tall girl looked back at me. The girl’s lightly tanned skin, my skin, was full of old scars and bruises, and a sea of clear freckles spread around my nose and my shoulders. The fact that I could see them, even if with some difficult, made my mouth twitch. I looked at my athletic, slightly muscular body for a more few seconds, then I reached out to Ichtya.

She handed me the white, simple peplum, and helped me put it on. The fabric immediately shifted and began to change. The tickling sensation almost made me laugh again. And then I found myself wearing a pair of worn-out light grey jeans and a sleeveless blue T-shirt with a black hippocampus printed on it.

- Wow… - Ichtya whispered, amazed - You really wear these things on a daily basis?

- Uhh… yes? Why shouldn’t I?

She looked embarrassed.

- The only being I’ve ever seen wearing mortal clothes was Lord Poseidon, so I just thought… well…

She didn’t dare to finish the sentence, but she didn’t need too. I nodded sympathetically, imagining a world where everyone wore gross Hawaiian shirts and crocks. The thought alone made me shiver. The girl really needed some good shopping time. This was the least I could think of to restore her faith in humanity.

Then I remembered good old granny, and I left the nereid to her new duties.

Thank the gods I was very, very fast. A normal person would have needed at least thirty minutes to traverse the Olympian Gardens at full running speed. I jogged into the Throne Room in half the time, and yet when Athena looked up from the anatomy text she was reading, I knew that I still was about to get scolded.

- You’re late. - She said. And that was all. But she didn’t need to say anything else. Her cold voice had been harsh enough tor me to tremble before her. I nodded, trying not to look at her in the eyes, but it was impossible. They were like magnets.

As she got up from her throne, I gladly saw that she had changed: instead of the silly advertiser uniform, she now wore her usual sleeveless peplum, adorned with glittering gold edges.

Her stormy grey eyes were still fixed on me. She wore her raven hair down on her shoulders and her pale skin radiated a weak, cold light, that conferred her a certain holiness. If anyone saw me and her side to side, they would’ve never guessed that I was her daughter’s child. Athena looked young enough to be beautiful and old enough to be considered wise. I knew that gods existed in many planes of reality at once, and so that people could see them in totally different ways, but to me she looked like she was in her mid-thirties. An high-school teacher, perhaps. A very lethal high-school teacher.

I averted my eyes from her, and glanced around.

Hestia took care of the Heart, but aside from her, and us, the room was completely empty. As Athena advanced in my direction, her form shrank, until she was about the same size of a normal young woman. She reached her hand out.

I gulped, and then I took it.

Her light blinded me, and the next second we were standing in front of the Bestiarium, the chamber of beasts and monsters. One of the strange additions of my mother’s design, after the Second Titan War.

- Why? - I asked.

- Lesson One. - The goddess replied, before pointing at the enormous bronze doors that towered before us.

They must have been at least sixty feet high, and were adorned from top to bottom with figures of monsters and other mythological creatures. Unlike the ones in my bathrooms, these bas-relieves were so realistic that I almost feared the hellhound would detach from the doors and launch itself straight at me.

- Lesson One? What does it mean?!

The doors opened soundlessly, and the goddess of wisdom escorted me inside.

- It means - she said as we passed through a corridor that was as large as a football field and seemed to have no end - that you will be sixteen soon, Hatchling, and as soon as you age properly, you’ll have to get your godly license.

- My what?!

- Your godly driving license. - She explained, while we walked past one of the cages. The Hydra inside raised her fourteen heads and looked at us, then she went back to sleep.

Athena kept talking.

- Every god has one. Without it, we would be legally restricted from performing air travel, or flying around the world with our godly mounts. Demigods usually do not need it, because they never fly that high, and there is only that much speed that a pegasus can take, but there have been certain… cases… when we had to make an exception.

She then fixed her eyes on me, and I squirmed uncomfortably under her gaze. She kept staring, as if she truly believed that I could give her the names. We walked in silence for another minute, while I tried to remember some of these so called ‘cases’.

- Uhmm… - I said at last - … Phaethon?

Athena nodded.

- That guy was a total mess. - She recalled - He tried to drive the Sun Chariot even before we could give him his first class. You have no idea of how enraged Zeus was when he saw that punk on the heavenly roads.

- Phaethon was a son of Helios, right? - I asked - He set the sky ablaze and created the Milky Way.

- And my father blasted him out of the skies with one of his Bolts. Helios was fired and Selene resigned in protest, and the chariots were inherited by the twins. That - Athena said - had been a very messed up week.

- Anyone else that you remember? - She asked.

I frowned, and then a name came up in my mind. Yes, obvious. It was one of the most famous stories.

- That guy with Pegasus. The one that slew the first Chimera. The one that murdered Bellero, king of Corynth, and took his throne.

Athena’s lips curved slightly upward, and she nodded in agreement.

- His true name was Hipponoos, but people still remember him as Bellerophon, ‘Bellero’s Murderer’. He was one of mine, you know. I gave him the license myself. He was intelligent, knowledgeable. He became a worldwide known hero, who even managed to tame Pegasus himself. He could have lived as a king, but his hybris got the hold of him. His arrogance drove him to think that he could reach the gods, that he could fly even higher than us. Father didn’t like that, and neither did I.

She didn’t need to tell any further for me to know how the poor guy met his demise.

I recalled that one time when Grandpa Poseidon held a meeting with the immortal lord of horses: Pegasus had strange, long scar lines all’over his hide, that reminded me a lot of lightning streaks. Now I knew how he got them.

We walked side by side, and I listened to the many stories she told me. It felt less like a lecture and more like a deep dive into the clean waters of the past. Her tales flooded my mind: tales of demigods and mortals who dreamed of the stars, and tried to reach them in so many ways.

She told me of the first hot-hair balloon, of the Wright brothers and of Leonardo’s tragic attempt at rebuilding Dedalus’ wings. She told me of long dead children and of many former lovers of hers.

Then we stopped.

- Here we are - I heard her say - hi Glaux, long time no see, huh?

[END OF CHAPTER 1]

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22nd October - ‘Give back to Caesar what belongs to Caesar, and to God what belongs to God’, Reflection on today’s gospel reading (Mt 22:15-21)

Twenty Ninth Sunday in Ordinary Time

Some questions people ask spring from a genuine desire to know. Other questions can be more in the way of trick questions; their purpose is to embarrass us or to catch us out. The question that the religious and political leaders asked Jesus in today’s gospel reading was intended to catch him out. ‘Is it permissible to pay taxes to Caesar or not?’ If he were to say, ‘Yes, pay your taxes to Caesar’, he would lose the esteem of many of the Jewish people who resented the Roman occupation of their land. If he were to say, ‘No, do not pay your taxes to Caesar’ he would be liable to arrest and trial by the Romans. Jesus’ questioners weren’t being sincere with their question. According to the gospel reading, Jesus was aware of the malice behind their question. Yet, he was patient with them, and goes on to engage them in conversation.

The question of paying taxes to Rome was a live one in the time of Jesus. A poll tax or a head tax had been recently introduced in Judea. Those who were opposed to Roman rule were strongly against paying this tax. Those who wanted to preserve the peace with Rome, such as the chief priests and other influential people, were strongly in favour of paying it. Jesus’ questioners wanted to know where he stood on this matter. Jesus does not give a ‘yes’ or ‘no’ answer to the question he is asked. As so often in the gospels, he responds in a way that requires his hearers to think through the meaning of what he says. He first asks them to give him a Roman coin from their pockets.

In Jesus’ day, Roman coins bore an image of the Roman Emperor of the day, and around the image was an inscription declaring him to be divine. However, Jesus’ comment after receiving the coin they gave him shows that the Roman Emperor is not to be considered god. In saying, ‘Give back to Caesar what belongs to Caesar, and to God what belongs to God’, Jesus makes a clear distinction between Caesar and God. God is God and Caesar is not God, which was in direct opposition to the image and title on Roman coins. What is due to God is far greater than what is due to Caesar. Jesus does not prohibit paying taxes to Caesar but he affirms that what is due to the true God is much greater than what is due to Caesar or any human authority.

Elsewhere in the gospel Jesus spells out what is due to God. God is to be loved with all our heart, soul, strength and mind. God is to be our first and greatest love. We are to give back to God in love everything that God has given to us, our whole being. That certainly can never be said of any human authority, including Caesar. The gospel reading reminds us that our ultimate loyalty is to God. It is God who has first claim on our lives, not any human authority. In the words of the first reading, ‘I am the Lord, unrivalled; there is no other God besides me’. Because we believe that Jesus is the full revelation of God in human form, to say that God has first claim on our lives is to say that Jesus, our risen Lord, has first claim on our lives. It is only God, and God’s Son Jesus, who is worthy of our total love and loyalty. No human authority, political or religious, is owed what is owed to God and to Jesus. The giving to the Lord of all our love is to shape all our other human relationships, including our relationship with those in political authority. Caesar’s image may be on his coins but God’s image is on all of us, because we were made in God’s image. If Caesar’s coins belong to Caesar, we ourselves belong to God and to his Son. We have to assess all human claims on our lives in the light of that primary claim of the Lord. Allowing Jesus to be Lord of our lives will sometimes require is to resist the demands that human authorities make of us, especially when they are at odds with what the Lord is asking of us. We all have to discern how we are to discharge our civil obligations within the overall claim of God on us, as revealed to us by Jesus.

Our love of God with all our being is always in response to God’s love of us with all God’s being. Today’s first reading is taken from the earliest Christian document we possess. There Paul assures the church in the city of Thessalonica that his preaching of the gospel to them in the power of the Holy Spirit was a sign ‘that God loves you and that you have been chosen’. It is in opening ourselves to God’s love, revealed through Jesus and poured into our hearts through the Holy Spirit, that we are empowered to give to God what is due to God alone, our wholehearted love. Our love of God is then to overflow in a love of all those whom God loves. On this Mission Sunday, that is our primary mission, rooted in our baptism.

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Did you find those stolen license plates?

Mr flexo?

Whatever. Popularity contest.

You feel cornered, so you start gooning and flexing your bullshit, trying to play constrictor games.Michael.

What are you doing?

Testing your "magic"?

Testing to see if you have an effect on people when you want to puff up and hulk out and flex your muscles to see if you can make people flinch when you get mad or feel threatened?

Did you name your dick after me? or your abandoned pet at the animal shelter, who thought their human keeper once loved them, before throwing it away unwanted, in an alien species world, placed in a prison cell or cage and sacrificing it to a piece of shit fucking snake to be eaten alive, being slowly digested in stomach acids, to die in a state of pain and terror, TOO, faggot.

You need people to bow or lay down for you, and look the other way for you a lot.

Are you trying to "push me to the rock" like Mt. Zion, so "daddy" isn't caught sneaking around doing illegal shit.

You're on the road a lot and put a lot of mileage on your vehicle. You need people to bow, lay down, or look the other way a lot TOO.

Look at my text app criminal.

301 or 321 with a "vanishing" number 2?

We are also close to national borders here between Mexico and United States.

What are you smuggling? People, guns, or narcotics?

They transport a lot of corpses next door everyday too. Whole pig roasts. Nice and pretty, Disneyland style for the kids. Smells like burning footballs. Blue flood lights in the back parking lot at night and everything. Must be totally NOT to blind wildlife as to what goes in or out of there.

You fuck with the birds, you fuck with the dogs and household pets.

Was it because they were sinners?

Or collateral damage for giving them attention and not worshipping you, dickhead. You know. Reality.

What does the Bible say about eating cloved foot animals?

You preach your purity bullshit, then you make a fucking mess. Good job michael.

Now bury that thought so it doesn't linger in your memory as the final thought to ring out through the rest of your day.

I know what a fat person would do.

Their traffic is apparently favored around here.

You want everybody to yield to the fattys.

Because they are superior? Or because they contribute to the killing of life?

Gluttony. Eat until your cholesterol count knows who's boss.

Whatever faggot. I know I'm not being evil to myself.

Or other people.

Bet a boy.

Are you trying to get an emotional readout from me?

If I'm not in the wrong, if i KNOW that i'm not the criminal abuser, if i KNOW i'm not guilty of anything, what emotion would you feel?

Are you trying to make me doubt myself?

How is your own success hanging so precariously in this balance?

Ritual superstition? Evidence needed to obtain proof of guilt? Tactical advantage to secure a win in a criminal courtroom?

What emotion were you hoping to taste?

What's with your "ed" thing? Is that your collar i.d.?

Or does your inability to control yourself during words written in past tense refer to your erectile dysfunction?

Are you invisible? What does that say about you?

When you yell and scream in response to the slightest word or sound, automatically opposing me, without even hearing what is said. Is that how you defend yourself? Or do you have proof that you are in the right? Why aren't you calm or level headed?

Is your world governed by "he who yells and screams loudest equates to what is right? My yelling and screaming drowns out your yelling and screaming so therefore I'm right, huh.

Yeah, that girl wasn't afraid to be seen talking to the cops. What about it?

Is that what you're trying to interrogate out of me, but are too chickenshit to ask or identify yourself?

Why would the cops behave like that? They own their behavior.

am I supposed to know what tapping is code for criminal?

That can mean a lot of things. Like a lot of stuff she said were lies when talking to me. Get all friendly and cozy, sizing me up.

Lying to me about her name or where she's from or what she's looking for.

A so called stolen gray backpack that has a tracking device in it. Supposedly the GPS locator says it's in the trunk of somebody else's car that doesn't belong to her, or the apartment she pointed out.

Does my conversation with her make you nervous?

Why? If you aren't guilty of something, you should not be worried about it right?

What I want to know is how your backpack wound up in somebody else's car

or why you don't remember where you left it

or why you don't know how it got in their trunk or apartment balcony.

Did you find my stolen license plates TOO?

Just because I go along with it doesn't mean I believe you or trust you.

Guess you'll have to wait them out to confront them and retrieve it from somebody else's car or balcony as she is not even a "GUEST" or tenant at this apartment complex at this point.

Why are you scared of what you don't know, ignorant piece of shit? You saw me talking to a person, from where? Way up on high?

Are U going to fuck the shit out of me for that information 2 nigger?

Where's frank, Jose, aleister or doc? Since you act like they're all your team players, what puzzle are you putting together cinderella? corrupt piece of shit. All of you putting your puzzle pieces together, looking for a nerve with me to spill out what you seek, but cannot say who or what you're looking for..

What do I know about the place?

Stuff that you don't know and are too scared to admit who you are or to ask me directly.

I know what you know. That you aren't my friends.

Have you checked on my sister? She's out of state as far as I know and "I'm concerned for her well being". TOO.

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