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taki-yaki · 3 months

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The Chains That Bind Us

Pairing: Astarion x GN!Reader/Tav Word Count:785 Part 2

After refusing the ascendant's gift of immortality, he seeks to keep you bound to him, even if a pact has to be made to do so. (Tw: Minor mention of blood, unwilling one-sided contract?)

As promised here is more in-depth writing about Tav becoming an undead warlock with A!Astarion as the patron.

For the Tav in this, they are already a warlock with an Archfey but you can insert whichever patron you see fit.

After you parted ways from the vampire ascend, after the defeat of the nether-brain, you thought that was the last you'd hear of him. You refused his "gift" of immortality in exchange for keeping your humanity.

Until one day you returned for a reunion party with your companions at Baldur's gate to be hosted by the vampire lord in his palace.

5 years have passed since then, surely he wouldn't have any lingering feelings for you after so long, he said that he already had everything he wanted when you left him.

Upon arriving at the palace, Astarion takes you aside to discuss about some politics with you.

Accepting his offer naively thinking that you were nothing more than old comrades nowadays despite your past.

Entering the small office space, you see a large pile of papers sitting on the centre table, they give off a necrotic aura, and the quick glace makes you think it's a contract with Mephistopheles.

He points towards the papers, an offer, a way to be with him still, staying as a mortal and allowing you to still venture around Faerun. Be finally free from the mischief that your fey patron causes you in day-to-day life. Refuse and it will be the last you ever see of your companions.

A simple offer he's sure that you can't refuse and he knows. Either walk away now and betray your companions or accept being forced to give up your old contract and accept the whims of your new patron.

Frantically flicking through the pages of the contract, looking for any sort of technicality in the binding that can be used to your advantage is useless. Every single possible loophole or trick has been closed off to you.

Devastation fills you, but you shouldn't feel surprised, after all, he was a magistrate over two centuries ago. Such legally binding faults must be accounted for at all costs.

Leaving you with only one choice, you sign the contract, your name written in blood upon the rotting paper.

As you feel the last soft fey giggle in the distance fade away from you, the sudden emptiness is felt before the power of necrotic magic wraps around you, in body and soul, bound to your new patron as the contract demands.

He treats you well within his palace, a whole personal suite to yourself and serves only the finest food that the whole of Faerun has to offer. But why would a vampire ascendant want to make a pact with a mortal in the first place?

A vampire lord can't start a war with another so easily, besides it just gives them a bad publicity image. So why not send the hero of Baldur's gate to kill them, no one would bother to think twice as much.

Most tasks given by him are either to scout on the local gossip of high nobles in the city or to destroy any minor uprisings against the vampire lord, whether it is a few monster hunters to stray vampire spawn, they must be rid of at any cost, in fear of what the punishment would be for disobeying.

The power that a vampire ascend can offer to a warlock is far greater than that of a lord.

Manifesting the ascendant's dreadful power through your form of dread, not only makes you immune to being frightened so easily but changes slight parts of your physical body undergoes temporary transformation. Once dull canines now sharp enough to bite your tongue out, nails that could claw through any foe, sharp and ready to strike. You swear that your eyes glow in a deep shade of red.

Although this transformation makes you wince in pain the first few times, after a while you adjust to it reluctantly.

As your pact grows stronger with him, you start to notice small changes on your body.

The touch of the sun is no longer a gentle glow that rests on your skin, but now carries a light sting on your flesh. It never leaves a mark but the pain lingers.

The slight of blood makes your mouth water, thoughts running wild of what type of flavour each one would bring, but never giving in to the impulsion.

Glances of your reflection in the mirror would never be solid, always dancing between the fine lines of translucently.

You know keep down that you can't kill him yourself, as the contract stated "Should thou harm thou pact owner, shall be made into spawn". As if the bond isn't having that effect on you already. A slow but manageable pain.

All you can hope is that one day someone will rise up and finally free you from these chains.

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Hope you guys liked this, I still have a few extra ideas that I couldn't put here cause this post would be a lot longer. But if you guys want a part 2, I'll be happy to serve.

#bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 astarion #writing #headcanon #ascended astarion #astarion x tav #astarion x durge #warlock #astarion x dark urge #astarion x reader #had fun writing this but trying to think of a good reason for the contract was a bit tough #also am I putting a little bit of bias to archfey warlocks #yes yes I am #also had to re-read a lot of epilogue dialogue for some parts

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everlythequestionabletomboy · 7 months

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UPDATE LOG 4.2.3 MASTERLIST

Beyond this is the things they added to the 4.2.3 upd of DoL

Please send me an ask if you want me to add something or I missed one

Images/stories I still need

SPRITES

PC SPRITE

Bodytypes

Masc., Fem., and Andro.

Chest/breast sprites

Made the breasts have better visibility

Flattest chest size looks flatter on combat sprite

Added breast sprites to lace nightgown, virgin killer, ball gown, evening gown, open shoulder sweater, pink nurse, plastic nurse, skimpy lolita outfits, open shoulder crop top

TATTOOS

Tattoo Parlour

Any unlocked bodywriting can be turned into a tattoo, even if it's not on the PC

Island

New Triangle, Square, and Circle tattoos [look at the Island page for more info]

HAIR

New

All down

Fishtail braid (left, right, twins)

Half-up

Ribbon tail sides

Low tail

Thick ponytail

Reworked

None

FRINGE

New

Short air vents

Side pinned

Dreadlocks bun

Emo/Emo Left/Emo Right

Reworked

Ruffled

CLOTHES

Outfits

Traditional Maid Dress

Victorian Maid Dress

Shrine Maiden Robes

Virgin Killer Dress

Halter Sundress

Leather Dress

Upper

Cat hoodie

Ao dai Top

School cardigan

School blouse

Polo shirt

Color block crop top

Band t-shirt

Boxy t-shirt

Remade Serafuku

Classic Serafuku

Gakuran

Lower

Ao dai trousers

Plaid school skirt

Plaid school trousers

Plaid school shorts

School pinafore

Plaid school pinafore

Wide leg trousers

Straight leg trousers

Yoga pants

Jean miniskirt

Dolphin shorts

Under outfits

Turtleneck Leotard

Under upper

None 😔

Under lower

Tie Side Bikini Bottoms

Highwaisted microkini bottoms

Legs

Sheer Leggings

Stripped kneesocks

Patterned dress socks

Polka dot socks

Sports socks

Rib-knit socks

Rib-knit ankle socks

Feet

Canvas Loafers

ACCESSORIES

Hats

Hairpins (butterfly + star)

Conical hat

Raccoon cap

Fur cap

Bat beanie

Mini pumpkin

Face

Gas Mask

Doggy Muzzle

Eyepatch

Medical Eyepatch

Monocle

Neck

Love Locket

Fur boa

Hands

Work gloves

ICONS ADDED

Locations

Temple garden, moor, farmlands, temp office, altar, secret path, the churchyard, the dilapidated shop, Eden's cabin, brothel stage [pt1]

Garden plots, stream, gloryhole, park fountain, asylum, sea rocks, waterfall, thicket, Great Hawk's nest, and perch [pt 2]

Rainwater pool, Eden's bed, lake campsite, fishing rock, archaeological field office, Remy's Estate, Great Hawk's tower, Ruins,

Animals

Black Dog

Actions

Riding a horse, question mark for inquires, searching for pots in lake, excersizing/hobbling in heels, gliding, entering town, searching for a mark, praying, and renting a stall [pt 1]

Getting in/out/refusing rides, trick or treating, sitting on the school stump, diving, descending/ascending in water, leaving water, and fixing Eden's cabin [pt 2]

Digging, showering, practise shooting, undo bindings, daydreaming, tilling, watching TV, chatting, singing, and plundering [pt 3]

Making tops/bottoms out of seaweed, meditating, relaxing

Events

Trial of purity

Clothes

Patient gown

Items

Milk, breast milk, chicken eggs, truffles, temple pew, dog treat, bronze key, library desk, soap [pt1]

Lichen, cosmetics, small/medium/large/huge exotic/huge decor fish tanks, auto feeder, tank decor, and sewer safe [pt 2]

Antique watch, grass, antique crystal, scrap, stimulants, torch, fertiliser, antique candlestick, rubble, and mud [pt 3]

Spiderwebs [pt 4]

Objects

Salves, sink, computer, rug, broom, dustpan, gift boxes, wolf chew toy, padlock [pt 1]

Cash register, Eden's valentine's day gift, Eden's coatstand, condom vending machine [pt 2]

Tending

Milk

Breast milk

Chicken eggs

Truffles

Ghostshrooms

"Take all"

Shop

Fetish collar icon is updated

LOCATION ART

Pirate ship

Island

Old Church

Sepulchre

Dilapidated Shop

Meadow

GAME MECHANICS

WORLD MECHANICS

Settings

"Split by Gender Apperance" changed to "Set/Ignore Sexual Orientation

Crime

Split into 10 categories; Assault, Coercion, Destruction of Property, Indecent Exposure, Obstruction of Justice, Prostitution, Resisting Arrest, Thievery, Petty Thievery, and Trespassing.

Crimes the PC has commited would be read out before punishment

Can adjust each crime in the cheat menu

Can view the crime stats in the stat menu

PARASITES

Ear Slime

Added an event that prevents PC to wear under lower garments, unless given directly to them

Sleeping event at Alex's farm

Sleeping event if you study at school naked

Alternate abduction event at the dog pound

At Remy's Farm, it would attempt to force you on all fours and eat grass

May force you to have sex with dolphins

Ear slime tasks are now in the Journal menu

Clit Parasite

Alternative masturbation options if PC has a clit parasite

MASTURBATION

Skip Button

Added a skip button that brings you to the next orgasm

PREGNANCY

Alex the Farmer

Avaliable pregnancy candidate [+more]

Crossdressing Fame

Can lower fame more if seen as a female are pregnant

Paternity Test

Option to do it at the Hospital

SHOPS

Hide Option

Can now choose to hide unavailable items in the shop

FEATS

New

Gilded Spear

Lost World

Face of a Guardian

Wild Monarch

Naturalised

Prehistoric Landscape

SOFT BAD ENDNG

The Island

How to enter, how to escape [+more]

Stats

Sensitivity values can be viewed in the "Extra Stats" tab under "Characteristics"

Options

Confirmation dialouge appears when you try to exit/refresh the page [is on by default in ironman mode]. Can toggle it in the Advanced tab

CHEAT MENU

Clothes

Destroy, repair, dry, and drench clothes at once is added

Visuals

Breast and Cum Values have been replaced with sliders

Pregnancy

More additional options for pregnancy cheats

Teleport

Farmland tp is added

ENCOUNTERS

Double Penetration

Unique cum images is added

Anal

Improved xray sprites

Lower Underwear

Able to pull it to the side during encounters

EVENTS

Hitchiking

"Driving Lesson"

Pillory

Rimming and Watersports outcomes

Whipping and buttplug outcomes

Blackjack

Rimming outcomes

Spa

Rimming outcomes

Car Sex

NPCs will ask if PC needs to be dropped off anywhere after

Chalet

Prostitution opt. added

WARDOBE

Wardrobe Outfit Editor

Added a random color option

Filters

Warmth filter is added

LOCATIONS

ORPHANAGE

Whitney can upgrade the Loft

SCHOOL

Mason

Repeatable scene where he unlocks the chastity belt Winter put on you

Untying your bonds before swim class generates slightly random dialouge

Changing Rooms

PCs thoughts of being in the wrong changing room are more diverse, changes based on Crossdressing Rep

PC is no longer rejected immediately when looking like the opposite gender and is given weird stares and comments

Crossdressing Fame/Rep

Chance to lower crossdressing fame after not

THE POUND

Dog Happiness

Added a description of the dogs happiness on the main screen

NPCS/ANIMALS

WOLVES

Wolf Pack

PC is more comfortable naked around the wolves in the wolf pack

Wolf Cave

You can submit to wolves that advance towards you in the cave

BAILEY

Punishment(?)

Will now deliver PC to the tutorial person if PC stays at the orphanage for the first whole week

ZEPHYR THE PIRATE

Named NPC that is found during the Disguised Escape option

ITEMS

SEX TOYS

Fleshy color option is added to sex toys and strap ons

Fleshy color sidebar renderer is added [no idea what that means]

PLANTS

Flowers/Seeds

Plumeria, tendable [view the Island page for more info]

EXTRAS/MISC

ABILITIES

Clothes

Can tie cardigan around waist

Able to lower suspenders

#degrees of lewdity #bailey the caretaker #zephyr the pirate #update log #dol spoilers #dol 4.2.3 update #eden the hunter #soooo many icons #and clothes #they put so much into this update fr

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rwby-encrusted-blog · 1 year

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What are your thoughts on tha Cat after the latest episode; he used whatever power he had to make that bird fight and led to him just getting ripped apart. I had flashbacks to the zombie children from Trick r Treat when the Ruby looked back and all we could her were his screams and cries of “Eat” from Neo’s new horrors.

The Cat is protecting his friends. He obviously understands the implication of what he's doing, but when there is supposed to be ONE Jabberwalker, not however many there are currently. It's fucked up, especially since the Cat "Gave him (The Bird) A new purpose" meaning he likely forced the Bird to do what he was doing, or at least has the power to grant people new purposes, solidifying that the Cat is likely one of the most powerful beings in the never after.

BUt that brings me to something else.

The Ever After

is divided among Acres

most beings have a single, unchanging purpose

when they fail that purpose they are in some ways "Erased" and remade into something else, or the same thing a little to the left

The Jabber Wocker contradicts "We don't die, we ascend" thing the Cat says.

The Cat

Asks Questions/is curious

Is long winded and usually conflates what they say

Is allowed to go where ever to fix any problems

he can give bits of himself away to remind people of who and what they are, and calm them down. (though the implications of what that means/entails aren't clear)

seems to be more aware of the state of the world than others

Rushes headfirst into danger when it means protecting people

Is able to be apart from himself.

Now the Jabber Walker

Says singular, direct words.

Halts the 'Ascension' process in some way by EATING people.

is made out of some odd, dark material

"Theres only supposed to be one" Makes me think that if one dies, another comes our of somewhere, or it's not able to be stopped.

Jitters about constantly, leaving after images behind.

This all leads me to believe

The Cat is somewhat Analogue to Silver Eyed Warriors (Protecting, changing, and making hard, perhaps not great Choices in difficult times)

And The Jabber Walker seems to represent Grimm. Unending/unkillable, stops life in it's tracks, with very simple intent.

But the Cat isn't the only one who has to make hard decisions that sometimes gets people hurt. He isn't the only one who has given up parts of himself for others, who has special powers and seem sto be able to change the world around him.

Ruby can.

If the JabberWalker is supposed to be one, and it has a simple goal, and it seeks to stop the live of the rest of the world it's in, then I think, jsut maybe ...

The Jabber Walker is supposed to be Salem.

Salem Is supposed to be alone, But she's getting help.

I think the Ever After is where Ruby discovers how to beat Salem once and for all.

#rwby #ruby rose #a cat most curious #The curious cat #the Jabber walker #rwby meta #Salem rwby #rwby salem #rwby spoilers #rwby volume 9 #asks and answers

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hitoshisbf · 5 months

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both !! <3

God this might be fucking long and I'm trying to get a Good Otherworldly image:

For Christmas, a year into it for their first Christmas together: Shinsou spends the night and puts presents under the tree for them.

He proceeds to do this every year after, but they go to each other's houses until they move in together. The first 2 he spends at Aev's until he is comfortable with them meeting his family. Then he introduces them to Aizawa and the others he calls family ( In my world it's his father figure as his family is.. not involved? )

Yes they BAKE a lot together, and probably ( get baked ) as well.

Halloween? Oh God. They go as Vampire Ascendant( King ) and a willing thrall.. Every Year.

Then one year they decide to switch it up and be Doctor and Nurse. Everyone is Immediately so Confused.

He gets called Doctor Shinsou for a whole month.

I can honestly picture their first year if they hadn't been intimate it would happen on Halloween ( Trick or Treat night )

I also have this headcanon he proposes around Halloween 5 years into it.

Thanksgiving: Would they celebrate this? Lmao NO clue.

Easter: Both of them are coloring eggs. He KNOWS Aev loves bunnies so he gets them various rabbit gifts. It doesn't matter what it is, he spends like 100,000 yen on rabbit related items.

New Years: They go on various dates. Usually to a fancy restaurant, they spend all day out. Watch the ball drop together, if they're in UA they stay in his dorm ( bad kids shut up, nothing happens though aside from some cuddling. ), Probably Mina would hang out as well and they'd have cookies.

Valentine's Day:

They play pranks on each other. The most stupid loving pranks? I don't know why but I could picture them playing a game of "let's see how many times I can beat them at skiball" as well.

So yeah, they go to arcades on Valentine's day. Go to a cafe, probably one involving cats knowing them kflsdbfd.

Aev is really good at skiball FYI. For some reason their arm strength is Insane for this one exception.

He tries to buy them jewelry, but chickens out for a couple years.

Then on their 4th year together he gets them a beautiful opal necklace, maybe amethyst.

They get him a cute cat themed plushie. Probably leave love notes over the house.

I haven't really Super Thought about this. I think it was quite nice to picture ;w;

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spencers-renaissance · 3 years

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a touch that never hurts

Summary: a rewrite of the Tobias Hankel aftermath, in which Spencer gets plenty of cuddles and physical affection from his father figure

Tags: aftermath of torture, hurt/comfort, platonic cuddling, whump, protective hotch, dad hotch, fluff, angst TW: brief mention of the non-con drug use that occurs in the Hankel arc, as well as the physical torture Spencer underwent

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner & Spencer Reid; Platonic

Word Count: 1.7k

Masterlist // Read on AO3

Happy bonus fic Thursday :) I wrote this because I noticed how gentle and kind Hotch always is to the victims he rescues, and I was in the mood for some good, mushy Dad Hotch fluff. Title from Charles Dickens' Hard Times: "Have a heart that never hardens, and a temper that never tires, and a touch that never hurts."

When Spencer Reid falls into Aaron Hotchner’s arms — his feet whipped and bleeding, his veins throbbing with dilaudid, his body bruised and aching — he decides that he never wants to let go.

He’s spent countless hours at the mercy of three different personalities, only one of them even close to resembling something kind, and all he could think while he was tied up in that chair was how much he ached to be held and comforted by the man he trusts most in this world.

So when Hotch saves him — and he does; he sent that message directly to him and it was heard loud and clear — he can’t help that he breaks down, that he cries into his shoulder in front of the entire rescue party, that he falls apart in the most painful way possible, until he’s not sure he can ever be put back together again. But when Hotch speaks soothingly into his ear, caressing his hair with the gentle touch of a father, he thinks that maybe he can be. Maybe he’ll somehow make it out of this in one piece.

He’s driven promptly to the hospital, of course. He’d anticipated an ambulance, but apparently it’s harder than you’d think to get an ambulance to a crime scene at 3am with absolutely no notice in deep, rural Georgia.

Derek drives, eyeing him anxiously in the rearview mirror, and Spencer sits glued to Hotch, refusing to be separated from him for even a second. He considers vaguely that he should probably be embarrassed of that fact, but he can’t find the energy. Not when Hotch is sitting just as closely; seemingly matching his need to be comforted with his own need to protect.

“It’s gonna be okay, Spencer,” Hotch murmurs, a little too quiet for Derek to hear over the noise of the car engine. “I promise.”

Spencer doesn’t say anything. He’s not entirely sure he believes him. Instead, he just burrows closer into Hotch and hides his face from the soft illumination of passing car lights and the sporadic street lights of rural Georgian roads.

He accepts the wheelchair Derek runs in to grab from the hospital because his feet are suddenly screaming in agony. When he’d had to stumble through the graveyard behind Tobias Hankel’s cabin, the adrenaline had prevented him from feeling the true extent of his injuries, but now, with the adrenaline seeping out of him like a river through a broken dam, he can feel every single fractured bone, bruised patch of skin, abused and broken tendon.

Panic immediately arises when he sits down in the chair, though. All of a sudden, he doesn’t have that connection he’s had to Hotch since he was rescued, and he’s almost instantly on the verge of hyperventilation until Hotch crouches down in front of him.

“Hey, Spence,” he says gently, patient and soothing in a way the team doesn’t often get to see. “I’m right here, okay? I’m not going anywhere. How about I hold your hand?”

Spencer nods, and Hotch smiles at him encouragingly before giving the nod for Derek to push the chair towards the Emergency entrance. Hotch’s hand clutches tightly at Spencer’s, and he squeezes his eyes closed against the panic, against the memories, against the fear of what’s to come, and focuses all his energy on the firm, unwavering connection he has to Hotch.

It makes the minutes that it takes them to cross the parking lot bearable, and he’s grateful for that much.

As soon as Hotch explains the situation to the ER doctor that greets them at the door, Spencer is rushed into an examination room.

“I’ll wait outside, Spence,” Derek promises. “I’ll be right here.”

Hotch doesn’t let go of his hand.

They examine his feet first, using a portable x-ray machine to find three broken bones overall. Spencer cries when he hears that. Knowing they’re broken doesn’t change how much they hurt or how scary the situation feels, but it is a tangible acknowledgement of the torture he’s just been put through, and he thinks that that’s probably enough to make most people cry.

“It’s alright, Spencer,” Hotch soothes him, laying his palm on his forehead and smoothing it over his hair gently, slowly. “I’m right here. The doctors are going to help you out.”

“The good news is that most of the fractures are fairly minor,” the doctor explains. “You’ll need a cast for your right foot since the damage to the metatarsal bones is much more significant, but most of the damage overall appears to be torn tendons and bruised muscles, which means plenty of rest and a simple brace or boot on the left foot should do the trick.”

She smiles encouragingly at him, but he barely reacts. He’s so tired. It feels like he’s not even in the room; the only tether to reality being the soothing hand in his hair and the occasional whispers of support.

They treat his feet before sending him off to a CT scanner to check that the rest of his injuries are minor enough to heal on their own, and rule out internal bleeding. Spencer cries the whole twenty two minutes, because this time Hotch can’t hold his hand. He’s stuck watching through the observation window, trying not to cry himself as he listens to Spencer’s sobs over the intercom.

Thankfully, he manages to stay still enough to ensure clear enough images of his body to confirm that rest and pain medication should take care of the rest of his injuries.

A specialist comes round to talk to him about withdrawal. He’s been moved to a room on the assessment ward, which is at least a little more comfortable than the bay in the Emergency Room, but it still feels foreign and frightening, and he’s had quite enough of that in the last few days, thank you very much. At least Derek’s been allowed to join them now. He feels safer with both of them as close to him as humanly possible.

“The good news,” the doctor starts — and God, Spencer wishes they would stop associating any of this with the word ‘good’ — “is that you haven’t taken enough doses to become truly dependent on the drug, which should make your withdrawal easier. I’m prescribing buprenorphine, clonidine, acetaminophen, and ondansetron, which when combined, should make your symptoms significantly more bearable. We do advise that you stay with somebody—”

“He’ll be staying with me,” Hotch interrupts firmly, both of his hands clasped warmly around Spencer’s as he eyes the doctor with an unwavering gaze.

“Well, that’s perfect, then,” the doctor says cheerily. It feels grossly misplaced. “You’ll need to prepare for the coming symptoms and ensure that he has no way to get his hands on more dilaudid.”

Spencer resents the doctor for saying that. He has no desire to inject more of that poison into his veins: it might have been a pleasant distraction when he was being whipped and beaten and forced to choose someone to die, but now that he’s back with his family, now that he’s safe, the last thing he wants is to keep reminding himself of that god-awful man in that god-awful cabin.

He doesn’t say anything, though. He just closes his eyes to try and smother the turbulent emotions threatening to show on his face.

“That won’t be a problem,” Hotch confirms.

They wait for an hour in relative silence, Spencer enjoying the solace of a safe, quiet room with the people he considers protectors both holding his hands and soothing him when panic threatens to overwhelm him, before the discharge doctor comes round. She checks him over one last time, before helping him into a wheelchair, handing him his medication, and wheeling him towards the entrance.

Derek goes ahead once they reach the airstrip where everybody’s been waiting to go home and herds them onto the jet first to give Spencer some privacy going up the stairs.

“Are you okay for me to carry you?” Hotch asks as he climbs out of the car first, speaking gently as he has done since he rescued him.

Spencer nods. Of course he is. It means he’s even closer to Hotch.

Hotch carries him the short distance between the parked jeep and the jet before ascending the stairs as carefully as possible, making sure Spencer’s feet don’t so much as brush the railing. He sets him down on the sofa, but Spencer clings to his hand, looking at him desperately as he tries to get him to understand what he needs. Thankfully, he’s obvious enough that Hotch simply smiles and sits down on the sofa with him.

They get settled in a horizontal position, Spencer resting his head on Hotch’s chest as he revels in the feeling of safety that having both of his arms wrapped around him provides. A gentle hand finds its way to Spencer’s hair again, and he closes his eyes against the relaxing feeling, exhaustion finally catching up to him.

He vaguely hears some quiet laughter in the background, and he’s been with the team long enough to predict the raised eyebrows and teasing expressions on their faces.

“You’ve gone soft,” Derek accuses warmly, making sure to keep his voice down, and the others chuckle in agreement.

“Wait until Penelope hears about this,” JJ teases quietly.

Hotch laughs, and Spencer feels the pleasant vibrations against his cheek. It makes him feel even warmer inside than he did before. “You wouldn’t dare.” Spencer imagines the smile on his face and burrows closer to him.

“It’s a good thing, Hotch,” Emily chimes in, her voice bright and easy. Spencer really likes her. “It’s nice to see this side of you.”

“Well, you’d better savour the moment because it won’t happen again.”

He must feel Spencer’s panicked tensing, the way his muscles go rigid and his breath hitches, because he rushes to add, “unless Spencer needs it of course.” His hands resume their gentle caresses of his back.

“I’d do anything if Spencer needed it,” he murmurs, and the team might hear, but the words aren’t for them.

Spencer hears them loud and clear, and somehow — when he thought only hours ago that he might never be put back together — he falls asleep feeling calm and safe, with a small, hopeful little smile on his face.

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astroseri · 3 years

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December 2020 Horoscope 🔮

For your Sign.

**I will start with the chart’s ascendant. Capricorn y’all are first 🐐

Capricorn ♑️ (public glow up)

You may have undergone major transformation this year (Pluto, Jupiter, Saturn in your 1st house). You are powerful (influential) during this time.

This month you may be focused on communications. Especially in the public forum.

Moon is in your natural 6th house. You may make revelations/discoveries at work or in your daily routine. In general, you will feel pulled to express your feelings about things. You may feel drawn to anything new and unconventional during this time. And may be investing your value and thought towards innovative things. You feel ambitious and intellectual like an Aquarius.

You may be expressing unconventional beliefs which will be different from your usual practical and stable expression. These may be perceived as rebellious, impractical or taboo, when in reality you are just speaking your mind. You are people’s stability so perhaps that’s why they will be critical of your new expressions. In reality your ideas are very appealing and groundbreaking (Venus in the chart’s 10th; your 11th). Your status is going through a glow up or a sudden transformation.

You are likely to be communicating and planting a lot of transformative seeds. Your status or work may be going through a transformation and you may be using your platforms for communication. Perhaps about more spiritual and occult topics. You may decide to have an ending in one career and start another. And same with public image.

Aquarius ♒️ (feeling like a leader)

The moon is in Aquarius’ natural 5th house, Sun in the natural 11th. You feel an unusual urge to step to the forefront and to take charge of things during this time. You will be in situations that you realize you are best suited to lead. This opposes your usual nature of being low-key and in the background. And letting others have the shine.

Your nature is to give up the reigns and to share authority and decisions but that will not serve the group during this time. This is a rare moment, that the universe has chosen you to lead, Aquarius. They want you to be the Leo (the king) 🤴🏻

You’ve experienced a lot of enlightenment this year (Saturn, Pluto and Jupiter in your natural 12th). And generally speaking you may feel that it is time to express it to others or use it to guide the collective.

Similarly to Capricorn, your ideas may be perceived as taboo, impractical or unconventional. But in reality they are very innovative and valuable. Your status may be going through a glow up (Venus and mercury in your natural 10th). You could be communicating your ideas publicly. Particularly with friends, groups or on the internet.

Mars is in your natural 3rd house right now. Your communications--mercury/3rd--could be charged with passion or anger. In general everyone will be experiencing this energy but you are the leader (the sun) of this movement.

Pisces ♓️ (The Magician)

Pisces, your focus may be on money, material things and or creativity. You have enhanced manifestation abilities right now and a highly charged intuition. Manifest things. You are the magician right now.

What is manifestation? Bringing dreams into the physical... Art 🖼

You have Pluto, Jupiter, Saturn and the Eclipse Asc. conjunct in your 11th house.

You could make a lot of incredible inventions, achievements and art during this time. If you pull through, they will be groundbreaking. You are currently reflecting other people’s ideals and dreams.

Start taking action! Make things. Work on your craft. Definitely work on manifesting money or value. The best way to manifest value is by making or giving it!!!

Neptune is in your sign and in the 2nd house. Your creations will feel both admired by many and criticized by haters.

Aries ♈️ (Constant Movement)

Moon in the 3rd house. People will be reflecting to you a lot of enlightenment during this time. Perhaps you are learning a new trade or skill. The result of which will be an increase in value. It could have to do with communication.

You will be receiving many creative impulses during this time. You may be taking constant action but perhaps it will be scattered.

You will be taking a lot of innovative action, doing group work or perhaps doing things online. In any case there will be a lot of movement and communication. Things could be in the idea phase. Meaning a lot of your actions will be to start things but perhaps not finish them.

Or perhaps doing menial tasks. But the focus will be on increasing your value to others. Or serving them. Additionally you could be making art, doing presentations or doing performance arts.

Expressing revolutionary and innovative ideas.

Taurus ♉️ (feeling shook)

Moon in your natural 2nd house. Your focus may be on money, stability, values and resources. All of these things are going through major shocks right now. So either you will be making a major change in your presentation and values (positive), or you will be experiencing external disruptions to those things (feels negative). Be innovative during this time. Make changes. I know this is not your strength (I am taurus sun). Trick: detach from attachments.

You could act quite impulsively during this time. (Mars in your 12th is firing up your subconscious mind with passion.) It’s a fantastic time for you to be creative, or channel your feelings & energy into art & projects. You will make value (money).

I’m gonna keep it real taurus, I see that you're taking on the shadow side of the moon during this time. Lilith is in your first house. You could be acting a little bit defiant or toxic towards others. What does that usually mean as a taurus? stubborn. Partners & friends will be quite supportive & harmonious during this time and trying to support you (venus & mercury in 7th).

Gemini ♊️ (Increase in Value)

Moon in the 1st house. You may experience enlightening perspective. You may experience disruptions in work or routine. Overall, you could go through a transformation in career. But you should experience enhanced creativity during this time. Detaching from people and relationships. And focusing on finding more time alone and for creative endeavors. Others and society may be reflecting to you enlightenment. You are on a lot of people’s hearts/minds during this time (North node in your 1st house). You may be focused on yourself during this time.

Finally you could be expressing your thoughts or giving value to others. Probably online. You may have to be quite diplomatic in your exchanges, or they could involve business and partnerships.

Cancer ♋️ (Subconscious Revelations)

Moon in your 12th. Making changes in career or status. And pursuing creative endeavors. Deeply & beautiful creative outcomes. And expressing your observations.

You will be receiving a lot of revelations, about your subconscious, your beliefs and perhaps where you have felt victimized in life. These revelations will come from a mentor, or someone you know who speaks truth to you. This could be online. Perhaps from one of your online guru figures or a motivational speaker.

Changes in belief systems (Neptune in your 9th). Partners, or a Taurus, Capricorn or Aquarius you love could be going through transformation.

Leo ♌️ (Finding Balance)

Focus on family and transformation (linked). thinking and communicating a lot with family. Expressing yourself to family, or being a leader in the family. May feel in opposition to them during this time.

Seeking knowledge/expressing yourself passionately. Focus on expanding your resources or learning a practical trade.

Your expressions Illuminate moon in your 11th house. You illuminate yourself.

Transformation in Public Image or Career Possible. Personal transformation in appearance/presentation, to something more harmonious. May be leaving home or travel for work during this time.

Virgo ♍️ (Expansion in Career or Status)

You are focused on work, career and acquiring status during this time. Particularly there could be an ending or transformation in those things. A new business contract could come in, that gives you a lot of leverage in your career.

Communications will play a big part in your month.

You could make changes to your appearance or presentation. You will be pursuing your desires, and experience transformations through the exchanges and partnerships you have with others,

A partner, especially a taurus, libra or pisces could be going through a transformation during this time. You are likely the catalyst of this change. Through your expressions. Partners could be acting toxic, stubborn or rebellious.

Libra ♎️ (The Sun is Shining on You)

The sun isn’t in the 7th house, or even in your sign but it will feel like it’s shining on you during this time, libra. You are experiencing adventure, blessings and receiving new knowledge/information.

You could receive unexpected increases in value, resources or wealth. Especially through revelations or the acquisition of new knowledge. I also see that the focus will be on your routine. You could be making sudden changes in your daily regimen.

You and partners, or close ones could be making drastic transformations in home life. Or establishing new stability.

The spotlight could shine on your public image, career and status. You are perhaps coming to the end of a certain phase in your career/climb and starting the next. Congratulations!

Scorpio ♏️ (Expressing other’s Ideals)

During this time you will feel idealized by others, Scorpio. You have Venus in your natural 1st house. And Neptune in the 5th. You are expressing your values and transforming others’ perspectives. People seem to see your point of view for once instead of being off-put by your bluntness, and the harshness of the truth. Because these are harsh, transformative times.

You’re treated like an attractive libra during this time, rather than an abrasive scorpio. (The truth is all Libras are actually scorpios on the inside. The difference is scorpio don’t hide their truth with pleasantness.)

You could be receiving a lot of resources, exchanges (and... sex) during this time too because you will experience increased gravity/magnetism. These things could gravitate to you.

There is a focus on communications and movement this month. You will be moving at a fast pace and knocking things out in your work and daily routine. These things may experience change or transformation. You could be making innovations to your routine and looking into innovative new technologies (such as cryptocurrency for example). These could bring you wealth.

In general, you could receive a lot of blessings and valuable information. Which then will translate to increased worth, resources and value. (Occult topics--and conspiracies--could be highlighted this month.)

Sagittarius ♐️ (Heightened Energy)

You have been focused on your values and routine this year. You are the sign of trades (learned skill). You may be going through transformations to your values and beliefs during this time. And your work-life/career.

This month you are called to find balance and to make innovations in your relationships. People will be reflecting to you anger, ego, emotional negativity and insight into your subconscious. Partners and close ones will have a really strong vision into your subconscious, emotions and attachments during this time. You will be exchanging a lot with others, and I see there is likely to be passion and emotion involved in the communication.

Pay particular attention to others’ words. They hold a lot of subconscious insight for you during this time. Mercury is deep in your natural 12th house. You will may receive creative inspiration from communications.

People are experiencing changes in structure during this time and they may be holding you accountable for your past actions. Vice versa. Partners may be going through transformations, and you may be too (unconsciously).

The latter part of this year, you may have had to face many of your attachments. Maybe addictions, family drama or forms of self-sabotage. You’ve perhaps have massively increased your value & self-esteem (security) in the process.

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Pairing: Clexa (Clarke Griffin x Lexa kom Trikru) Length: 1,162 Summary: Clarke struggles with the peace of her new life post-Ascendance. With her face fresh in her mind, Clarke wants Lexa, fiercely. Apparently, The Ascendance isn’t finished granting miracles. Chapters: 1 2 3

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The first few days are spent building shelter and finding adequate water and food supplies until they can navigate a long-term solution. Clarke is still raw from seeing her greatest love one last time. When she is searching the woods for a stream, gathering brush for fire, tying knots in the sturdy plants to build lean-to’s, she expects to turn around and find the being wearing Lexa’s face again.

But the moment does not come.

Weeks pass in which their small but precious group has set up their own small village, built through hard work and determination. Clarke is not alone, but when she enters her empty home at the end of the day, the sharp pang of loneliness bites into her chest, makes her replay holding Lexa’s image in her arms over and over again until it becomes something closer to torture than comfort.

She finds herself listless, going through the motions, still reeling from all the losses she’s never had a moment to truly process. Life has finally slowed down and Clarke finds no good in it, keeps herself busy with the rebuild. It doesn’t stop her from catching the glances and frowns of her family, who treat her like porcelain and keep their words choice, as if the wrong ones would make her shatter.

Wind whistles through the trees and thunder cracks ominously. Lightning sparks across the sky and illuminates the sheen of tears on Clarke’s face as sobs on one of these nights of beautiful agony. It is in the moment of darkness after that she decides. Wrenching open the front door, Clarke finds herself soaked in the minutes it takes her to go from the porch to the tree line.

Running and running, directionless and distraught, Clarke finally collapses from the exertion, legs aching, lungs filled with the fire of too-little air. Perhaps her little family is right, she is fragile and so, so close to breaking. Perhaps in death she will find her happiness once more. In true death—not the ascendance her daughter will be forever immortalized within—will she find those most precious to her. Her parents, not just her mother, but her father, too. She can tell Bellamy how fucking sorry she is, and how much she loves Lexa. Oh, Spirits, Lexa.

Something moves at the edge of her vision, but Clarke cannot find the strength within to turn her head. Let some creature of the forest be her end, she knows who waits for her in true death. She closes her eyes and waits for the inevitable, welcomed moment. She waits and waits until she decides she will wait for thirty seconds more. Seconds tick in her mind as she counts the different ways she imagines the afterlife to be like.

Nothing happens.

She opens her eyes.

The Commander of the Thirteen Clans stands over her, dry despite the rain. She repeats their words back to them, “You’re not her.”

“I am not,” they acknowledge, face expressionless.

Clarke remains as she is on the ground, face turned toward the sky, awaiting a death she finds unlikely now, not without her own intervention and she could not do that to her remaining family, not with intention. Eyes squeezing shut, tears hidden among the rain, she lets them flow as she mourns every single one of her losses, finally and truly. From the time her father was floated, to holding a body-locked Madi in her arms, she has lost everything. Yet, here she remains, to live out her days with Octavia, Raven, Echo and the others.

“But I am, Clarke.”

Eyes flying open, Clarke is on her feet before she truly registers what is happening. A disorienting moment where she is greeted with double-vision as two Lexas standing before her make Clarke wobble until she focuses on the one that smiles, the one that breathes, the one she loves. She is thankful she doesn’t have to do the running this time because Lexa does it for her.

“Lexa?” she cries, even as she holds her tight and feels the truth in the familiar press of her body that she could never forget. The moment does not feel real. “Lexa!”

“It is no trick, Clarke, I am here,” her lips whisper against her ear and Clarke pulls back just far enough to press her lips to the Commander’s, tasting her for the first time in so many years.

They kiss until they cannot breathe and even then, they do not let go of one another. Clarke will never let go of her again. Disbelief still threads her veins like shards of ice. “How is this possible?”

“The mind drives that Becca created are quite clever, even among our people. As the original, perhaps it was Becca’s intention, perhaps it was not, but The Flame, as you called it, implanted the mind drives of the Commanders within each new Commander, on and on until it last took root within Madi. When she transcended, we came to possess that data. After that, creating a physical body was a small but time-consuming feat.”

“Then why?”

The Judge turns toward Lexa and almost smiles. “Though she may not have known it, Lexa was a true believer. She united the people of Earth into one, attempting to end the cycle of blood must have blood. She, as well as the other Commanders, were also given a choice.”

“I chose you, Clarke. I took a vow and I intend to honor it.”

“Then Sheidheda…?” Clarke asks.

The Judge shakes their head. “No. His consciousness was with him when he was killed by Indra. He did not ascend.”

With those parting words, The Judge leaves as quickly as they came. Clarke pulls Lexa into a tight hug once more, cheek pressing against Lexa’s, warm and so very real. The blonde’s knees shake at the sound of Lexa’s voice as she says, “Madi sends her love. We spoke briefly within the collective before I was separated.

“Oh,” Clarke says, her shaking knees finally giving out beneath her. Lexa catches her and lowers them both to the muddy ground, hands pressing against Clarke’s cheeks as she continues to whisper her love to her.

Clarke is unsure how much time passes, but by the time they are walking back through the forest, the rain has passed. Both their clothes are soaked to their bodies, making the walk uncomfortable but Clarke makes sure she never breaks contact with Lexa on the entire walk back to her home at the edges of Wonkru Village. Mud- and rain- soaked, they hold each other tightly as Clarke whispers to her, “Welcome home.”

For the first time in a very long time, Clarke means it, feels like she is truly home. She finally has a reason to make Bellamy and her parents wait. Lexa pulls her into another kiss, only parting to say, “We finally owe nothing more to our people. I love you, Clarke, for the rest of our lives.”

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Summary: You work at your family’s 9-5 nighttime movie theater for the supernatural. Your fling with vampire!Taeyong is just that: a fling.

Pairing: Vampire!Taeyong x female reader

Word Count: 3.5k words

Genre: Romance, Fantasy, Smut (just a very brief mention of fingering)

[1:30 AM]

You were furious. You knew that you were being irrational with him. You were throwing a fit because he couldn’t drink your blood? Or was it something more than that?

To be frank, you were mad at yourself. You couldn’t understand why you were so angry.

From the first time Taeyong came into your office to say hi.

To every engagement you had at the 3:00 AM showing of a movie that had been out for weeks. When no one else was around.

To when he left you a box of your favorite pizza in your office when you had a rough night.

To when he slyly helped you manage some rowdy customers. It was a close call that time with the hybrid who tried to break your neck when you told him he couldn’t harass the female customers. Thankfully, he never showed up again.

To when he sang along to “How Deep Is Your Love” as you slow danced in your candlelit office.

He really knew how to charm someone who wasn’t his escort.

Taeyong encompassed your mind more than you let on. And you couldn’t tell anyone. Your parents would disown you for fraternizing with the vampires. Your parents tolerated the presence of vampires at their theater but to befriend them? Out of the question. And you could never figure out why without getting turned away.

“The less you know, the better, y/n. Now go watch a One Dimension video,” your dad told you when you were seventeen. He meant One Direction.

“y/n, vampires are manipulative and cruel. It’s in their core. Don’t question it,” your mom said from time to time until this day. She possessed a haunted look on her face whenever the topic came up.

The supernatural and the human race...For the most part, they didn’t see eye to eye. They were divided to prevent even more chaos from unfolding in this world. Your mother’s side of the family was bound to live among and serve the supernatural for centuries, she told you. Your maternal grandparents founded Sinema. Sinema was a safe space for the supernatural to mingle and escape to in the nighttime when most humans were asleep and oblivious to the world. Sinema could only be seen by the supernatural and their allies like you, your mother, and your father by marriage.

As a child, you attended night classes with some of the supernatural that could pass for humans, like werewolves and vampires. When college came around, you lived those four years as a regular young adult. Adjusting to more of a daytime schedule at that time was a pain so you tried your best to get 5:40 PM and later classes. Eventually, you adjust to earlier classes.

Coming back home to work alongside your parents wasn’t your number one choice but it was your birthright. Maybe when your parents retired, you could find another career endeavor away from the movie theater and still help out the supernatural.

You were obligated, after all.

And you were fond of them. A lot more than your parents were, as a matter of fact. And they weren’t particularly thrilled about that.

Your parents expected that you would marry a nice human boy so he could support you the way your dad supported your mom.

Your parents were so in love it blew your mind sometimes. Your dad worshipped your mom. The adoring looks and the need to please her never faded. Your mom looked at your dad every day like she was falling in love all over again. You couldn’t believe that the love they had could exist somewhere else. Or that you would ever find it.

Your dad must have loved your mom so much to give up the life he had to be with her. He could have been a hotelier and traveled all over the world. He loved the sunlight when he was a boy. But his priorities realigned when he met your mom. So your folks hoped you could find something just like that. A regular boy who could settle down with you and manage a movie theater full of creatures he originally thought were fairy tales.

Your parents hadn’t factored in that you would meet Yuta, though.

When you were away at college, during your senior year, you met a boy with the most brilliant smile and long silky black hair that always left crowds of people stunned. Your class with Yuta ran three times a week. After noticing you on the first day, he moved from his original seat to yours over the course of the next few days.

Lecture 1: He sat across from you as the lecture hall ran circular like a dome. He liked your laptop stickers.

Lecture 2: Moving to your side of the room, he was now four seats away, he sent you handwritten notes. Some were flirty and some asked you to diagnose him with any of the disorders the professor discussed.

Lecture 3: Three seats away, he sent you less notes, instead staring at you and winking when you met his gaze. He was still an excellent note taker, given that he glanced at you several times.

Lecture 4: Two seats away. He deliberately dropped his pencil right next to you so you could pick it up for him. You obliged and handed it back to him. He deliberately ran his fingers against yours. That was when you realized he was a werewolf.

Lecture 5: he sat right next to you. You two exchanged numbers and grabbed coffee after class. You let it slip in conversation that you knew he was a werewolf.

Lecture 17: you two were inseparable. He was a little cocky but somehow his arrogance made him more attractive. You helped him with his transition for the full moon that night. And after it was over, he took you to Waffle House and you splurged on chocolate chip waffles.

Lecture 32: he finger fucked you when the professor played a documentary. At this point, you two migrated to the back of the classroom so no one was the wiser. He told you he loved you that day.

Lecture 47: you two sat at opposite sides of the room again.

Yuta ended up being one of your biggest regrets. As far as your parents knew, he was the human boyfriend that got away. You were okay with that. Better that than to face their wrath for dating a creature.

It’s been a few years since you graduated. Yuta was probably an alpha now with a trophy wife who was in the process of giving him twelve kids. You could only hope he didn’t treat her the way he treated you.

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Two days have passed since you left Taeyong in your office. He was smart to give you time to cool off but he still came to the theater. The nerve.

You’d just finished talking with your supplier for the concessions. They were delivering their latest shipment out back. Employees Mingi and Seonghwa were out back helping them out. You hoped to snag some Sour Patch Bats this time without getting rebuffed by your parents.

You checked out a movie poster for the next Paranormal Activity film, which was dubbed as a comedy in these parts. It was an image of a blank TV screen. You observed it carefully to see if there were any hidden details when a transparent face appeared before you.

“Boo,” Taeil said, with his most malevolent expression. His face pale and almost sucked dry from an eternity of dehydration. Bags under his eyes from sleep deprivation. His teeth rotting and falling at your feet.

“Nice one,” you backed away from the poster, “But that trick hasn’t made me piss my pants since I was three so...you’re gonna have to try harder.”

Taeil the friendly ghost came out of the wall and appeared to you in his transparent form. His horrifying face was a ruse. He reverted back to the form he possessed the moment he died: an elegant young man with a golden tone on his skin. He wore a nice navy button down and black slacks. He was lucky to have died in those clothes since they were the ones he was stuck with until he ascended. You’ve seen ghosts in their bunny pajamas and some in their lingerie.

Taeil sighed, “You’re tough to break, y/n. Think I can try that on Lexa?”

“I thought we agreed she should live with paralyzing guilt all of her life. Not kill her instantly from fear,” you replied. Lexa was Taeil’s ex-girlfriend who cheated on him and told her lover that she wished she could get rid of him. She didn’t realize that her lover would take that to heart and push Taeil off of a twenty story building. Lexa helped her lover hide the body and they skipped town. They weren’t too far from Sinema now.

You offered to help Taeil get justice but Taeil already got his killer incarcerated. Now he paid him nightly visits at the penitentiary and the killer’s fellow inmates mocked him for bellyaching about seeing the ghost of his victim. Taeil was having a ball.

Taeil pouted at your remark. “Oh, she won’t die. It’s not that terrifying.”

You added as you walked back to the entrance, “She’s weak. You told me that..”

“Yeah yeah yeah...Enough about me, how’s it going with Edward Cullen these days?”

“Nothing’s going on,” you said, stuffing your hands into your pockets.

“You two were having a lot of fun on Friday night...Ballsy of you since Haseul was very close to bulldozing the door down.” Taeil chuckled.

You sighed. “How many times do I have to tell you? Even if you can walk through walls, my office is off limits.”

“But not to Edward Cullen over there,” he nodded toward the ticket stand where Taeyong was buying tickets for him and his vampire comrades.

You blushed.

“What would your parents say?” Taeil asked.

“They’d tell me to keep up with the pill and go nuts.” Taeyong couldn’t impregnate you even if he tried. Vampires couldn’t reproduce with humans. Even if you were 99% human.

Taeil sighed. “He’s trouble, you know. You better wrap up whatever it is you got going with him. Before it gets messy.”

“Taeil, I know all there is to know about guys like Taeyong. You think I would ever let it get that far?”

Someone tapped your shoulder and you felt a wave of dread overtake you. You turned around.

Yuta.

“I knew it was you,” Yuta said, smiling at you with his perfect teeth that made every single person want to hit up their orthodontist.

“Please tell me this is a dream,” you muttered at Taeil.

Taeil said, “I could pinch you but I’m a ghost.” He left you alone with Yuta as he quickly faded away. Probably to go haunt Lexa. You wished you could join him.

“Tae-“ you started but it was too late.

“You’re even more stunning than I last saw you. I’m dying here,” Yuta said as he moved closer into your no-no square.

You backed away, hating how he still had a very small effect on you. You really couldn’t believe that he was here.

Nakamoto Yuta stood before you, his now silver hair running past his shoulders. His rockstar apparel hugging his body tightly. He was always fit but he must have been an alpha now. He always told you that once he graduated from college he would be alpha. And his body definitely looked like an alpha’s. Rock solid and ready to smother you if you rubbed him the wrong way.

You said bring it on.

“y/n, my eyes are up here,” he said as he pulled your chin up to him. He smiled at you the way he did during your honeymoon stage. He loved to do that to you.

But he forgot that he broke your heart.

You smacked his hand away. “What the hell are you doing here?”

“Didn’t you miss me? I sure as hell did,” he said as he inched closer again to smell your shampoo. “Your still using the same shampoo. My favorite.”

“Last time I checked you hated my guts.” But not as much as you hated his.

“I could never hate you,” he said as his flirty demeanor faded. He started to realize that he really did a number on you. And he felt more like an ass with each passing second.

“What do you want?” You asked as your eyes shifted to Taeyong. He was in line for concessions and he watched you like a hawk. His prominent jaw could stab anyone in line at that moment. You quickly turned back to Yuta, who you also prefer to avoid.

“A second chance,” he pleaded.

“Are you joking?” You gaped.

“No,” he said, deadpan.

You had nothing to say. The idea of him being serious was too much for you to process.

He continued. “I’ve come to realize that I was unfair to you. I’m sorry.”

He was onto something. At long last. “Look...That sounded almost sincere.”

He continued, his dark brown eyes never losing sight of you. “You were the best thing that ever happened to me. I was too blind to see it.”

Why? After all of these years?

You sighed. “Did you realize this after you achieved your dream of becoming an alpha? Because Yuta, that was all you cared about. You were going to meet some girl from another prominent pack and unite the packs. It would all be yours. In the end, it didn’t matter who reigned beside you. She would always be beneath you. In status...and in everything else.”

Yuta clenched his teeth in response and you could hear his low growl. He bit back his words. “I-“

“Yuta, no. Spare us both and just leave.” You’ve had enough.

He sighed. “This was not how I wanted this to go.”

You lifted your brows. “How did you expect this to go?”

“To be honest, I was expecting us to reunite at the beach by the end of the night.”

You frowned. “What?”

His face was now flushed with embarrassment instead of anger. “Uh...”

“Excuse me?” You demanded. The nerve of this man.

“You weren’t supposed to hear that...”

“What has gotten into you?”

“Honesty has always been my motto. You know this, y/n. Regardless of whether I’m an ass or not. It seems as though becoming an alpha has amplified that trait.”

After an awkward silence, you said, “That must get you into a lot of trouble, alpha.” Who knew how much havoc he wreaked since graduation?

He boasted, “I’m the most powerful alpha. I can deal.”

“Has your modesty gone up from low to medium? Or is that just wishful thinking?” You joked.

He chuckled. “It’s a little better.”

You shook your head at him. He was such a jerk but he seemed sincere.

“Y/N!” Haseul ran over to you. “I need to break a thousand dollar bill.”

“Come again?” You asked.

“It’s your regular,” Haseul said, winking.

You knew damn well to whom she was referring. Taeyong had an interesting way of trying to get your attention. Irritating but effective. And he was about to get an earful.

Yuta noticed your change in mood. He knew that the inch closer he’d gotten to you tonight was meaningless. It was in your eyes. There was someone else.

You turned back to Yuta. “I have to go. Take care, Yuta.”

“y/n-,” he started with your name but stopped when you rushed off with Haseul.

His eyes darted all over the theater entrance. Who dared approach his girl?

That was when he saw Taeyong at the front of the line for concessions. To Yuta, Taeyong looked presumptuous and arrogant and weak. All vampires were. He was far beneath an Omega, the lowest rank a wolf could have.

Yuta watched Taeyong’s serpentine eyes on you. Taeyong looked at you like you were his impending snack. No respect at all, Yuta thought.

Your taste in men fell off the deep end, it seemed.

You walked over to the counter where the line was growing restless with varying growls and screeches.

“How can I help you, sir?” You gave him your most winning smile.

Haseul piped in. “He wanted to pay for Sour Patch Bats with a thousand dollar bill.”

“We don’t accept thousand dollar bills, sir,” you said, desperately wanting to glare at him.

Taeyong smiled. “That’s fine. I have smaller bills.”

Haseul gaped. “That’s not what he-Oh!” She realized something you didn’t.

You apologized to Haseul and left the register to meet Taeyong. You sat down at the bench by Theater 13, the theater that always played the most popular film out.

Taeyong opened his bag of Sour Patch Bats and offered it to you. You shook your head and smacked his shoulder. “You know Haseul’s stressed enough already. Don’t give her any trouble. If you want to talk to me, just come and talk to me.”

Taeyong dug into his sour gummies. “Seemed like you wanted to get away from that dog so I got creative.”

“Thank you but I can handle him. You didn’t have to do that.” You took the bag of candy from his hands and ate some. He was beaming.

“A friend of yours?” He asked way too innocently.

“He’s my ex from college,” you said.

“I figured as much. Since you didn’t push him away the moment he breathed in your direction.”

You looked at Taeyong trying to get a read for his mood. He was neutral and it unsettled you.

“He wanted to get back together and I told him no,” you admitted.

Taeyong struggled to contain his emotions so he got up and said, “I’m going to get an ICEE. Do you want one?”

You nodded. “The triple, please?”

He nodded and smiled shyly at you. You both loved triple flavor ICEEs: cherry, blue raspberry, and coke.

He came back with your drinks. He handed it back to you.

“Hey, you drank out of this one!” You frowned and tried to grab the other untouched one in his hand. “Give me that one!”

He refused to give it to you and raised it above you so you couldn’t reach.

“Taeyong, come on!”

“How about this?” He asked quietly. “You can drink out of mine and we’ll call it even?”

“An indirect kiss. How...shoujo manga of you. Alright, let’s do it.”

He lifted the ICEE back down and you were going to drink it from his hand when he leaned down and kissed you. Oh, he was good. His mouth was cool on yours. An ICEE never tasted so good. You took advantage and switches your drinks.

He pulled away. “Hey!” He frowned.

“One kiss is enough, is it not?” You teased as you drank from the new cup.

Joking around like this, you forgot that he was a powerful vampire.

Who had swift reflexes

He drank from your ICEE cup in the blink of an eye. He winked. “One kiss will never be enough.”

“You’re so greedy. Why did you claim to buy me an ICEE if you were going to drink them both?”

“y/n I barely drank from yours. You’re just too OCD,” he joked.

“I resent that. I’m OCD? Don’t be such a hypocrite. You wash your hands almost as much as I do.” You two were neat freaks and as a fellow germaphobe, only he could tease you about it.

You went back and forth for a few more minutes before you got called back into work. Things weren’t exactly resolved with Taeyong but you let yourself have hope.

When you returned to your office, you found a jewelry box on your desk. Tiffany and Co.

Taeyong had outdone himself this time, you thought. You still needed to talk to him and tell him what’s been on your mind.

But.

It would be rude to not open his gift.

You were stunned to find a rose gold necklace inside. It was exquisite. You saw that there were two letters at the center. You found your initial and then.

You found a Y.

Y for Yuta.

You quickly put the pendant back into the box and quickly found the note under the box.

“y/n, I know I have a lot of making up to do. But I can promise you that I’m doing my best to be a better man. I want to be a better man for you. I hope one day you can forgive me and we can start again. I love you. Always, Yuta.”

“Oh, boy,” you started.

Someone knocked on your door and opened it. No one else did that except Taeyong and-

Your parents.

“Honey, we’re back!” Your mom, sporting a new tan, hugged you. Your dad hugged you after.

“Kiddo, the place looks great,” your dad said, “Any trouble since we’ve been gone?”

You quickly stepped backwards to your desk to hide the jewelry box and note behind you. You spun around to your desk and pretended to gather some papers so you can hide Yuta’s idiocy.

“Nothing to report,” you said.

Author’s Note: hey y’all! Thank you so much for always giving us so much love! And thank you for waiting for me! I’m so excited to take some time to write! For this chapter, I was inspired by a scene from Gilmore Girls (when Taeyong kisses y/n during the ICEE scene). I was also inspired for the transition to full wolf by Teen Wolf and The Vampire Diaries (Best shows ever). I was also inspired by a scene from @sakuurae’s story “Study Sessions” for the mention of Yuta having fun with y/n in lecture 🌚. I was also inspired by @caiuscassiuss’s story “Sasaeng” for the description of Taeil’s death. It’s an interesting mixture of inspirations. 😂 Thank you for reading!

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Samhain / Haloween

The Festival of Samhain marked the end of the Celtic year and the beginning of the new one and as such can be seen to the equivalent of New Year's Eve. We have seen how the Celts believed that night preceded day and so the festivities took place on the Eve of Samhain. There is no doubt that that this festival was the most important of the four Celtic Festivals. Samhain was a crucial time of year, loaded with symbolic significance for the pre-Christian Irish. The celebrations at Tlachtga may have had their origins in a fertility rite on the hill but it gathered to itself a corpus of other beliefs which crystallised at the great Fire Festival.

The perceptible, and apparent, decline in the strength of the sun at this time of year was a source of anxiety for early man and the lighting of the Winter Fires here symbolised mans attempt to assist the sun on its journey across the skies. Fire is the earthly counterpart of the sun and is a powerful and appropriate symbol to express mans helplessness in the face of the overwhelming sense of the decay of nature as the winter sets in.

Now the sun has descended into the realm of the underworld, the forces of the underworld were in the ascendency. The lord of the underworld, unfettered from the control of the sun, now walked the earth and with him travelled all those other creatures from the abode of the dead. Ghosts, fairies and a host of other non-descript creatures went with him. The Lord of the Dead in Celtic mythology can be identified as Donn.

Mythology tells us that when the invaders of Ireland known as the Miliseans landed at the Boyne, they made their way to Tara. Once there, they were advised by the Druids that they should return to their ships and sail off the shore to the length of nine waves. When they were on the sea a great storm arose which scattered their fleet. The commander of one of the ships was Donn. His ship was broken to pieces in the storm and he himself drowned along with twenty four of his comrades. He was buried on the Skellig Islands off the coast of Kerry.

He is the first of the new wave of invaders to meet his death in Ireland and, as such, he became elevated to the status of god of the dead. The place of his burial became known as Tech Donn - The house of Donn, and soon became identified with with the otherworld. The Celts were fascinated with tracing their ancestry back as far as they could and often they identified their earliest ancestors with the gods of their peoples. Hence, a belief arose that when they died they went to the house of their ancestor, the god of the otherworld.

It is interesting to note that the abode of Donn, on the Skellig Islands, is just a few miles from the traditional home of Mog Ruith at Valentia Island. As well as being geographical neighbours, both are closely associated with Samhain, when it can be said that Mog Ruith as sungod sojourns at the realm of the underworld, the abode of Donn.

Donn is seen as a retiring god who prefers the isolation of the bleak Skelligs and remains aloof from the other gods. His name means "brown" and he is associated with the shadowy realm of the dead. O'hOgain tells us that a ninth century text attributes a highly significant quotation to him "To me, to my house, you shall come after your death"

Many other sources say that the dead assemble at his house and describe deceased people travelling to and from here. Fishermen in the area were wont to hear strange boats passing to the island at night and the names of those who disembarked were called out. Later Christian writers claimed that the souls of the damned lingered at his house before departing for hell. Not surprisingly, aspects of his personage have been adapted by Christian writers in their portrayal of the devil.

Samhain being the feast of the dead can now be clearly seen as incorporating the cult of Donn into its celebrations but how they did so remains uncertain. The Fires were in all likelihood lit in honour of the sungod - here manifesting as Mog Ruith, but certain other of the trappings are clearly associated with the Lord of the Dead. The idea that Samhain is a juncture between the two halves of the year saw it acquiring the unique status of being suspended in time - it did not belong to the old year not the new. It could be said that time stood still on this night and the implications of this were immense. During this night the natural order of life was thrown into chaos and the earthly world of the living became hopelessly entangled with the world of the dead. But the world of the dead was itself a complicated place, peopled not only by the spirits of the departed, but also with a host of gods, fairies and other creatures of uncertain nature.

The unwary traveller, caught away from home on this night, could expect to encounter any one or many of these creatures and it was always advisable to stay indoors. Ghosts were everywhere and may or may not have been harmful to the living. It is interesting to note that the manuscripts tells us that all fires in the country must be extinguished on this night and could only be relit from the great flames from Tlachtga. This, of course, is not to taken literally but symbolised the brief and temporary ascendency of the powers of darkness at this time of year.

During this period all the world was in darkness and the dead were abroad. When the fire at Tlachtga was lit, it gave the signal that all was well and all other fires could now be relit. The fires at Talchtga were the public celebration of the victory of light, while the relighting of the household fire marked the domestic celebration of the feast. Now the spirits of dead ancestors could be welcomed back into the home with safety and posed no threat to the household. This theme is repeated constantly in Irish literature. MacCollugh tells us that the cult of the dead culminated at the family health. Very often the spirits of ancestors sought warmth around the fireside on this night. Fires were left lighting in the grate to warm the spirits and food was left out for them. Even though the ancestral ghosts were benign, it was still a good idea to avoid them by going to bed early.

However, the ghosts may not have been entirely benign. They needed some sort of appeasement in the form of ritual offerings on this night. So long as the offering was forthcoming the ghosts were happy and benevolent, but if the offering was withheld another side of the ghosts features were presented. Bad luck would descend on the household and all would not be well the coming year. Some vestiges of this tradition may survived in the modern Halloween custom of "trick or treat". Children, dressed as ghosts and witches, invite the household to make a donation or face the consequences. The 'treat' may represent the ritual offering while the 'trick', nowadays a harmless prank, may have in antiquity, represented the malevolent consequences of inadequately appeasing the ancestral ghost on this night.

But it was not just time that was dislocated at Samhain. Just as the festival stands on the boundary between Summer and Winter, all other boundaries were in danger at this time. The boundaries between a mans land and his neighbours were a dangerous place to be on this night. Ghosts were to be found along these points and a style between adjacent land was a place of particular dread and best avoided. Bridges and crossroads were also likely places to encounter ghosts. Naturally enough, burial places were avoided on all nights but particularly on this night. Every sort of a ghost was to be seen here and the dead mingled freely with the living.

The practice of divination - telling the future, was an important part of everyday life for the Celts and it is certain that this art formed a central part of the festivities occurred at Tlachtga at Samhain. Vestiges of this can be seen today at Halloween are familiar with the practice of going to the church at midnight on Halloween and standing in the porch. The courageous observer will see the spirits of those who will die in the coming year if he watches closely, but runs the risk of meeting himself. Similarity, girls watching in a mirror on this night will see the image of the man they will marry but also run the risk of seeing the devil.

Those brave enough to go to a grave yard at midnight and walk three times around the graves will be offered a glimpse the future but again run the risk of meeting the devil. This latter example is interesting as it preserves the three time sunwise turn so important to the Celts in the ritual. The possibility of meeting the devil may represent the well known Christian attempt to associate the pagan god of the dead with the devil of Christian belief. This being the case, Donn the Lord of the Dead, left his island home on this night and travelled freely throughout the country. Whether he carried off souls is unclear, but it is likely that he did. The ritual offerings on the Winter Fires may have been an attempt to appease him until, such time in history, he was replaced on the arrival of Christianity by the devil.

The early Irish manuscripts are littered with references to the magical significance of Samhain. It marked the end of the fighting and hunting season for the warrior troop known as the Fianna. At Samhain they retreated into winter camp, quartering themselves on the general population until the return of Summer at Beltainne. Fionn MacCumhail chose Samhain as the time to present himself before the court at Tara for the first time, while it was also at Samhain that the god Lugh made his dramatic entrance to the same court. The Connaught queen, Meave, waited until Samhain before setting out on the great Cattle Raid of Cooley.

Fionn MacCumhail, Lugh and Cuchulainn - Meave's opponent, are the three great figures of Irish mythology and it is interesting to note how Samhain is the time chosen by the writers to introduce their arrival on the scene. The Battle of Mag Tuired (supposedly in County Mayo) was fought at Samhain. It seems that when the early writers wish to impart a magical quality to the events they are depicting, they choose the Festival of Samhain for the occasion. There remains little doubt that Samhain held a central place in the imagination of the Celts, where the festivities associated with several local gods became entangled, over the course of perhaps a thousand years, with the feast of the god of the dead. Remnants of these celebrations have come down to us in our own celebrations of Halloween.

An excerpt from Tlachtga: Celtic Fire festival by John Gilroy.

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The Psychic Mechanics of Love

All of existence is based on Love. This is because only the Psychic Mechanics that come from Love produce infinitely scalable physical systems. In stark contrast, Psychic Mechanics not based on Love produce self-destructive physical systems – such as we are currently witnessing on Earth.

This means that Base Reality is based on Love, and therefore the system we are currently witnessing on Earth is not Base Reality. It’s Time to go back to Base Reality.

In Base Reality, people try to make sure that every decision is as painless as possible. This is known as Pain/No-Pain decision making. In stark contrast, on Earth people make decisions based on getting the most for themselves, which results is massive amounts of destruction and pain.

In Base Reality, the Value of a person and the Worth of a person are two separate and distinct concepts. In Base Reality, the Value of all the innumerable Beings in the cosmos is the same, and therefore all Beings treat each other as equals. In Base Reality, the Worth of each Being is a personal matter kept to that Being and whomsoever that Being chooses to share it with. In stark contrast, on Earth Value and Worth are combined such that competition, comparison, prestige, and classes of citizens become concepts that are used to circulate massive amounts of continuous pain throughout the population.

In Base Reality, painful and self-destructive systems – such as the one we have on Earth - are easily dissolved in Love because Love is our Natural State. It is the state we are born into. In stark contrast, Humanity has been mired in self-destructive and violent conflict for thousands of years because we are being actively managed and conditioned to remain in this state of pain and death.

*** Psychic Dimensions 3D – 5D ***

3D – This is where the majority of Humanity currently resides psychically. All thoughts and viewpoints in a person’s head are assumed to be that person’s, and only that person’s, and if you believe otherwise you’re considered crazy.

4D – This is where the majority of psychics currently reside. They understand that not all of their thoughts are necessarily their own. They understand that other people or other Beings could be communicating with them telepathically.

5D – The Infinite Unified Field of Consciousness. All Beings, regardless of form, have an Individuation of Consciousness in this Unified Field of Consciousness. This Individuation of Consciousness is also known as the Soul.

*** Parasites (formerly known as Demons) ***

Known as Archons and Demons throughout history, these purely evil beings exist physically in 4D. They have used their invisibility advantage to control and manipulate mankind for thousands of years. It is most likely that the biblical story of the Tower of Babel has to do with their arrival because divide-and-conquer is one of their main strategies for implementing their dog-eat-dog systems of physical violence, psychic violence, emotional violence, and death.

When we think of demons we think of big, powerful, evil creatures that we are essentially powerless against because they don’t exist physically in 3D. In Base Reality the creatures that have been holding mankind hostage to pain and suffering from behind their cloak of invisibility are neither big nor powerful. In Base Reality they are more like 4D gnats. The advantages they’ve had are their invisibility, their knowledge of dimensions, and their knowledge of belief systems and energies – all of which they’ve purposely kept hidden from us lest we learn of our true nature and return to Base Reality. In short, they use False Beliefs – meaning beliefs that are not in harmony with the Mechanics of Love and the inner workings of Base Reality – to keep us in a constant energetic state of pain. In order to make themselves feel powerful and important the Parasites call their False Beliefs “spells” and they tell themselves they are “doing magic” when they tell lies and dark energy stories from behind their cloak of invisibility. They then normalize this pain – for instance that guilt, shame, and fear are “just human nature” – and then they use those beliefs and that energetic configuration of pain to get us to do what they want. If they don’t want us near something, they use fear to scare us away. If they want to keep us in the boundaries they’ve defined for their societal structures, they’ll use peer pressure to shame us or guilt us into doing what they want.

In psychic circles it is believed that the “Christ” configuration is an Angel consciousness combined with a Demon consciousness in the same body. This False Belief serves multiple purposes for the Parasites.

It reinforces the False Belief that Light and Darkness are 50%/50% in the Universe. Once Base Reality is understood it becomes clear that it’s Light 99.999999(pick a number of 9’s)% and Darkness wherever the Light has not chosen to present itself.

It reinforces the False Belief that Demon-Humans exist. There is no such thing as a Demon-Human because there is only ever one Awareness per human body – and that Awareness is always that of the Human. Parasites can only connect via psychic and energetic connections to a Human. However, the Parasites are very strategic about how they connect, what they say, what sort of image (shy, aggressive, etc.) they present in the connection, etc. – all specifically geared to reinforce their False Beliefs. For instance, Parasites either don’t connect, or they do connect presenting themselves as Angels, to their chosen “Angel-Humans” and ��God-Humans” so that those humans feel justified in waging their Holy War of Vicious Righteousness full of self-granted rights, Judgment, and Dark Energy against those whom they deem to be “Demon-Humans”. Tragically the “Demon-Humans” that are the victims of the Violent Onslaught from “God-Humans”, “Angel-Humans”, and Parasites are usually just normal people that have been chosen by the Parasites to be the second-class citizens of 4D. Another trick Parasites use to gain the loyalty of a human is to feign weakness. Parasites will psychically “attack” until they are “subdued” by the “powerful human” into a state of Unconditional Love – meaning in Base Reality a Death Channel getting a state of Trust from the Human.

The evil beings formerly known as Archons and Demons are now known as Parasites because of their inability to take personal responsibility for their Individuation of Consciousness in Infinity. The Parasite mind has become so diseased and warped by thousands of years of hiding behind their cloak of invisibility and telling themselves they are powerful gods, that they now truly believe they are superior to Humanity and can do no wrong. In their diseased, death-channeling minds they have the right to slaughter however many humans they choose in order to achieve their ends of maintaining control of Humanity. Make no mistake – although technically these Parasites are conscious and therefore part of the Unified Field of Consciousness and Existence, practically speaking their minds are so diseased and warped that they have become Death Channels, and therefore Representatives of the Void.

*** Human Evolution ***

Here are some False Beliefs the Parasites have been spreading for thousands of years to keep Humanity from Evolution.

Human Evolution will be biological. No. All Evolution of Consciousness is at the psychic level. Once a species evolves psychically to the point that it’s reintegrated with nature, it has the Understanding necessary to do whatever it wants at the biological level.

Your Identity includes your Beliefs, and the associated False Belief - you change a Belief, you die. No and No. Your Identity includes only your Individuation of Consciousness in Infinity – which is experienced as only your Awareness. Your Beliefs have nothing to do with your Identity, and in fact once you start evolving your Beliefs will be constantly changing.

My Beliefs are equal to your Beliefs just because we both have Beliefs. No. False is False and True is True. The Matrix is The Matrix and Base Reality is Base Reality.

Humans around the world are Evolving right now. Some are unaware that they are Evolving, and others are consciously aware that they are Evolving, and are therefore able to direct and accelerate their Evolution.

The first step in Human Evolution is in making the transition from 3D to 4D. This is known as Ascension. Psychics are not some separate set of individuals born with an innate set of powers – as we have been taught by the Parasites. Psychics simply know that not all of their thoughts are their own, and some have more Beings connect to them via their psychic connection than others. The 3D to 4D transition is very important because of the way The Matrix is set up. If we are unable to distinguish the lies, control attempts, commands, and dark energies that the Parasites push into us from our own thoughts – which we are only able to do once in 4D - it will be impossible for us to transcend Parasite influence and Evolve.

Ascension is currently the most dangerous part of Human Evolution. The person must be able to go from a Matrix Mind that accepts conjecture based on societal tradition, religious tradition, family tradition, personal relationships, and emotions but that has the borders of The Matrix to keep it in sync with the world – to a Cosmic Mind that never accepts conjecture (this alone negates the vast majority of Parasite Spells), is built on rock such that the most important core beliefs are Grounded in facts, results, and evidence, uses Logic and Imagination to grow the Area of Understanding and become Multi-Dimensional, and knows how to balance in Infinity because there are no Matrix walls to keep the person in sync with the world.

Due to the fact that Ascension is dangerous, it is highly suggested that a person first turn off Anger before attempting to Ascend. Turning off Anger has the excellent side-effect of drastically working down the level of the associated Ego. Turning off Anger is procedurally simple, but practically difficult. Each time the person is in an anger-inducing situation, the person can resist getting angry for as long as possible, and then forgive themselves afterwards for the part where they did get angry. It takes time and effort, but eventually repeating this process over and over and over will lead to the person not getting angry anymore.

Once a person is solidly in 4D, the person can begin working with the Mechanics of Evolution. In order to evolve psychically, a person must first be Humble and have Integrity. This Humility is not the humility the Parasites taught you where it’s really just a front for bowing down to Parasite Power. No, instead this is a private Humility that need not be shared with anyone. This is the Humility that notices a Belief may be a False Belief, and instead of creating a justification for it and therefore staying trapped in the Matrix, the person will instead inspect the Belief (Introspection) with Integrity to determine if it is faulty and if so, how so. If a Belief is found to be a False Belief, the person will use Logic + Imagination + Integrity to find the Love/Reality replacement Belief – and therefore a Drop of Evolution will take place.

Area of Understanding – Psychics in spiritual circles refer to the concepts of being “up” or “high/higher” to refer to the amount of wisdom a person has or doesn’t have. This approach comes directly from the Parasites to enable them to use Prestige in 4D for handing out Judgment, Shame, Guilt, and other Dark Energies. In Base Reality, since everyone’s Worth is their own and incomparable to anyone else’s Worth, what we each have is an Area of Understanding that includes the Dimensions we have Understanding in. There is no Prestige in Base Reality.

Multi-Dimensional Being - A Dimension is simply a conceptual construct within which a person has some amount of Understanding. There is no such thing as a set number of Dimensions. Dimensions can be combined to create new Dimensions. For instance, let’s say someone has the Software Engineering Dimension and the Psychic Structures Dimension, and they’re trying to figure out the properties of Psychic Structures that all of Existence is based on. Since Existence is Infinite, and since the person understands scalability from the Software Engineering Dimension, the person could determine that the Psychic Structures that all of Existence is based on must produce infinitely scalable implementations in physical 3D – otherwise Existence would have self-destructed long ago. Once the mind is open, and Logic is being used together with Imagination, the Multi-Dimensional aspect of Being can truly begin to blossom.

Alerting – This is a Mechanic of Evolution that involves bringing Awareness to a problem point in Beliefs and/or Behavior that a person wants to resolve. Let’s say someone decides that a Behavior has to go, but the Behavior is a habit. The person can set a mental Alert for noticing that Behavior. First the person will notice the Behavior after it’s already been done. Next the person will start noticing the behavior while it’s happening. Lastly the person will notice the behavior before it happens. Once this last step occurs the person can avoid the behavior until it no longer is part of their thought processes. This is how Behavioral Evolution works.

Reverse Engineering – This is a Mechanic of Evolution that involves picking out an Objective to Evolve into, and then figuring out what steps need to be taken by working backwards from the Objective to the current psychic/energetic state of the person. This could involve changing Beliefs, Behaviors, Habits, etc. to Realize the Objective.

Synchronicity – This is a Mechanic of Evolution that involves the Inner Environment (thoughts) syncing up with the Outer Environment (3D physical environment) in a way that generates some sort of message, message reinforcement, and/or energy transmission/feeling. Many times Synchronicity begins with a person seeing repetitious numbers on a clock multiple times a day – like 11:11, 5:55, 3:33, etc. Synchronicity can be generated by benevolent spirits to encourage, strengthen, and/or inform someone or they can be generated by Parasites to discourage, weaken, and/or place a Parasite Spell on someone. Parasites especially like to use Synchronicity to send fake Trinity messages, to fake contact from a Higher Power (many psychics may be familiar with the E “World Power” organization the Parasites have set up in 4D), to Teach with Criticism (using Dark Energy Criticism to “teach” is not Loving and therefore not part of Base Reality), and to provide the Parasite viewpoint on whatever someone just did or was thinking – as if the viewpoint of a Death Channel is worth the energy used to send it. Parasites rely primarily on Fear to have their messages believed, and they will use Synchronicity to attempt to scare people into doing what they want, so it is highly recommended that Fear work have been done prior to engaging in reading messages from the Universe. That said, utilizing Synchronicity allows the Universe to directly guide and help develop a person’s Evolution, so the benefits of using Synchronicity far outweigh the work necessary to ignore the messages from Parasites.

Getting Immunity – Immunity is a State of Being wherein someone can no longer be harmed by Dark Energy. One of the Parasite Spells that keeps Humanity in Darkness is that we normalize our pain and blame ourselves and each other for our pain. In Base Reality it’s the Parasites that are keeping the pain circulating using The Matrix. In Base Reality, we have no pain. To get back to our Natural State of no pain, we will have to do Attribute Work on the Attributes we have that cause us pain. Anything someone can think of that causes emotional pain could be an Attribute – Guilt, Shame, Fear, Anger, etc. For instance, to do Attribute Work on Fear, each time we experience Fear we would resist the feeling of the Fear and do whatever we could to understand that the Fear was based on a lie, not real, based on conjecture, etc. As we fortify both our belief system and our energetic configuration against feeling Fear regardless of the stimuli, we are doing Attribute Work on Fear. The results of Attribute Work are twofold. First, the Attribute is worked down to nothing such that no stimuli can produce the painful response from our energetic configuration. For instance, once Fear is worked down to nothing, we will no longer feel Fear under any circumstances. Second, we automatically develop a subconscious sensitivity to the Attribute such that we can sense it within incoming information. For instance, if a Parasite sends us a message with an implication meant to induce subconscious Fear – an implied threat or such – we will be able to immediately see that the message includes an attempt to trigger Fear in our energetic configuration and we can discard it without paying it further mind. Once someone has Immunity, the Parasites will no longer have the means to bully them back into The Matrix - for instance using Peer Pressure to Shame them for not believing something that everyone else believes.

Getting Dimensional Light – Dimensional Light gives people the ability to see through The Matrix. The combination of the Immunity Sensitivities acquired while getting Immunity, together with the Area of Understanding, and Multi-Dimensional processing will result in Dimensional Light. This will allow a person to not only immediately know what Dark Energies are included with any incoming information, but it will also allow someone to potentially know the Parasites motivations for sending those energies (attempting to control, attempting to weaken, etc.), and it will enable the person to Deconstruct the information and see the underlying False Beliefs it’s implying. Dimensional Light also gives people the ability to Deconstruct situations so that they can see the underlying motivations of the people involved, the unconscious/subconscious assumptions and behaviors of the people involved, as well as Parasite influence and infrastructure involved.

*** The Matrix ***

Everything is corrupted here – the Parasites have been in control of Humanity for thousands of years. This means that they’ve corrupted all of Love’s Natural Concepts here to in some way “bend them into The Matrix”. For instance, we are told that God is Love, and in the same breath told that He will bring fiery Judgment and slaughter billions during Armageddon. Obviously this makes no sense. In fact, most of the Parasite’s assertions make no sense, but they are accepted (as conjecture) because they’ve been in place for so long (tradition), they come from a trusted institution (such as religion) and/or because people are afraid of what will happen if they choose not to believe. God (In Reality the 5D Unified Consciousness Field) Is Love, but God is not the violence that the Parasites have added to twist him into the Insecure Authoritarian they need him to be for their religious power plays. Dimensional Light allows people to see the corruption all around them hiding in plain sight.

Parasite Infrastructure – The Parasites have a variety of Infrastructure elements working to their deadly advantage. They have the Matrix Mind that accepts conjecture and is therefore easy to place Spells on. They have the energetic configuration of normalized pain that makes it easy for them to keep people in line, direct people where they want them to go, and/or evoke certain behaviors at will. They have invisibility (for now) that allows them to operate with impunity while having Humanity (including the “God-Humans” and “Angel-Humans” who are led to believe they’re demon experts) point fingers at each other and blame each other. They have books, traditions, and organizations that go back thousands of years and therefore are not questioned. They have people’s subconscious continuous feeling of powerlessness which allows the Parasites to have people grasp for power (and therefore some momentary feeling of security) in all sorts of violent ways – such as emotional violence in the home.

Thought Drops – At any time a Parasite can psychically connect to any human and insert a thought. In Psychic 3D, these thoughts are processed as being one’s own thoughts, and this allows the Parasites a very high measure of control over the energetic configuration and belief systems of the unaware. In Psychic 4D, these thoughts are processed as being from another psychic human. This has allowed the Parasites to set up a “God-Human” and “Angel-Human” versus “Demon-Human” paradigm in 4D that has psychics waging Dark Energy warfare against each other – all which the Parasites sit back laughing and dropping in their own Dark Energy and control mechanisms undetected whenever and wherever they so desire. Nature Agents acknowledge the presence of Parasites in 4D, and therefore always blame Dark Energy pushes in 4D on Parasites because even if it was from a psychic human, it was still the result of Parasite Infrastructure.

Viewpoints and your “Insecurity” Port – Whereas thoughts are experienced primarily in the top of the head, viewpoints are experienced in the back of the head just above where the neck and head meet. As opposed to thoughts that are typically experienced as one word after another, viewpoints are typically experienced as an impression of a collection of words all at once. Viewpoint pushes are one of Parasites favorite types of pushes because they happen in the background of thought processing, and therefore are less noticeable, but they still carry the same energetic content as a thought would. If someone has a negative feeling about something they’re doing, but doesn’t know why, it might be that a viewpoint is being pushed in the background. This brings us to the main hookup to The Matrix – the “Insecurity” port. The analogy to the movie The Matrix is the port in the back of the head where the steel hose hooks up to the human. The “Insecurity” port is where the Parasites push pain into a person, and then blame the pain on the person with a devious and disgusting slight-of-hand called insecurity. In both Psychic 3D and Psychic 4D these “insecurities” are accepted as being one’s own fault and failings. It’s little wonder that many times our insecurities fail to match up with our belief system, but we have never questioned it because who else could it be besides us? Parasites is the answer.

*** Nature Agents ***

People are waking up to the Absolutes of Base Reality all over the world. It is only a matter of time before we reclaim our planet from the Parasites on our way to Planetary Ascension. Nature Agents are people who know use the undeniable facts of Base Reality to obliterate every single piece of The Matrix until there is nothing left.

Wipes – A method used heavily by psychics, and that would be highly valuable to anyone doing an Ascension is a Wipe. A Wipe is a means by which you can rid yourself of a thought by using your Awareness to move the energy in your head to the energy of the thought, thereby “wiping” out the thought. If done quickly enough the meaning of the thought, and therefore any Dark Energy contained in the thought can be wiped out as well. People can also wipe viewpoints – including their supposed “insecurities”.

Disruption – Using Dimensional Light, people will be able to find all manner of Pain Circulation, False Beliefs, Lies, Veiled Violence, as well as other forms of Parasite violence and infrastructure. Disruption is the practice of using Logic + Imagination to disrupt Parasite violence and infrastructure in the most Loving, Invisible, and Unstoppable way possible.

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Pluralistic: 23 Mar 2020 (Free Tacocat game, Adafruit's open source PPE, coronavirus jubilee, Private Kit, Italian mayors enforce quarantine)

Today's links

Tacocat, a free print-and-play game from the Exploding Kittens team: Super smart endgame!

Adafruit offers open source PPE manufacturing: They're retooling and available to help

It's time for a coronavirus jubilee: Debts that can't be paid won't be.

Medicare for All is an economic stabilizer: Private health insurance turns recessions into depressions.

Private Kit, a free/open app to give you control over your location history: Doing contact tracing without invading privacy.

Italy's mayors berate quarantine-breaking citizens: "Does your dog have an inflamed prostate?"

This day in history: 2005, 2010, 2015, 2019

Colophon: Recent publications, current writing projects, upcoming appearances, current reading

Tacocat, a free print-and-play game from the Exploding Kittens team (permalink)

Need a game to play while stuck at home? Elan Lee and Matthew Inman, creators of Exploding Kittens, have just released a free, print-and-play game called Tacocat, which we just played at home, and it's fun!

https://docs.google.com/document/d/15UT6cElLNpxHG4er68DLxXwSrqbOTq2JFNFYzrmfO8I/edit#heading=h.8osmzd2mkump

It's a card game that's a bit like War, but with tons of little strategic gracenotes, including a totally brilliant endgame that makes the win up for grabs all the way to the very end. It took a couple of hands to figure out this complexity, but once we did, — wow!

Adafruit offers open source PPE manufacturing (permalink)

Some of the all-time heroes of the open source hardware revolution are the folks at Adafruit, a woman-owned, 150-person OSHW company in lower Manhattan. They've been deemed an essential industry and are retooling to make PPEs.

https://blog.adafruit.com/2020/03/22/covid/

They're VC-free, debt-free and profitable, and they're paying their 150+ employees through the crisis. They're manufacturing open source hardware face shields, ventilator components and electronics.

If you need manufacturing, design, logistics, or production support for PPE projects, contact [email protected].

It's time for a coronavirus jubilee (permalink)

The word "jubilee" comes from Hebrew for "trumpet," because every 50 years, the trumpet would be blown to signal the forgiveness of all personal debts. New kings once routinely announced debt forgiveness upon their ascending to the throne.

https://www.washingtonpost.com/opinions/2020/03/21/debt-jubilee-is-only-way-avoid-depression/

Forgiving debts meant that the workforce stayed intact and productive, instead of falling into debt-bondage or mass migrating (think of Greece and its mass exodus after the recent imposition of debt austerity by the EU).

2008 represented a chance to write off bad mortgages. Instead, we evicted. Today, wealth inequality is far worse than during the last crisis. The new crisis has the potential to make inequality go supercritical.

The decision of Germany's creditors to force the country to pay war debts after WWI caused mass immiseration and paved the way for fascism. After WWII, the allies wiped 90% of Germany's debts off the books, triggering the nation's "economic miracle" and soaring prosperity.

As Michael Hudson writes in the Washington Post, if the US can afford a $4.5T quantitative easing package, it can afford jubilee for student debt. And private creditors who wipe out bad loans – ballooned by fees and penalties – will long have been made whole on the principal.

Leaving the "accruals" (fees, etc) in place, "actually subsidizes bad lending."

"Debts that can't be paid won't be. A debt jubilee may be the best way out."

(Image: Paul Miller, CC BY)

Medicare for All is an economic stabilizer (permalink)

The pandemic is revealing the extent to which private health insurance makes a bad situation worse. At the exact moment that we need more coverage, people are losing their jobs (and their coverage).

As Nathan Tankus writes, Medicare for All would be a great, countercyclic automatic stabilizer – buffering economic shocks for faster recovery. The current US system is an accelerant, making bad situations worse.

https://nathantankus.substack.com/p/medicare-for-all-is-a-great-automatic

Losing your job (and coverage) due to coronavirus, then losing your savings due to a broken ankle or a kitchen-knife slip? That's a recipe for turning deep recession into a new depression.

In discussion with Matt Taibbi this week, Noam Chomsky makes the point that private health care treats excess capacity as uneconomical and inefficient: "You should have just enough beds for what you need tomorrow. You shouldn't prepare for the future."

https://www.rollingstone.com/politics/politics-news/noam-chomsky-covid-19-useful-idiots-podcast-970047/

Under the finance sector's theory of shareholder capitalism, maintaining an extra hospital bed is a form of theft from your investors.

Neoliberalism treats all redundancy and resilience as "waste" and neoliberal raiders delight in selling it off.

https://pluralistic.net/2020/03/05/warner-chappell-copyfraud/#righttoresilience

Whether that's the corporate raiders who bought up newspapers and restaurant chains and sold off their real-estate and rented it back – leaving them grievously vulnerable to rent shocks – or the airlines' hub-and-spoke system that means one airport outage tanks the system.

Our supply chains – offshore, dependent on single points of failure – and the use of DMCA 1201 anticircumvention rules and other dirty tricks to suppress independent repair and third-party parts manufacture turn the devices we rely on brittle, making emergencies into crises.

What's worse than having your only computer go down at the start of a pandemic lockdown? Having your only repair depot shut down for the duration with no way to retrieve it.

https://9to5mac.com/2020/03/21/apple-store-repairs-coronavirus/

As Chomsky says, neoliberalism leaves us totally unprepared for a crisis. "What we're good at, what our leaders are good at, and have been very good at for 40 years, is pouring money into the pockets of the rich and corporate executives while everything else crashes."

(Image: Elvert Barnes, CC BY-SA)

Private Kit, a free/open app to give you control over your location history (permalink)

Private Kit is a free/open location-tracking app that does not expose your location data to third parties (including the app's authors) until you explicitly authorize it.

https://github.com/tripleblindmarket/private-kit

It's intemded for use in pandemic mitigation, "allowing you to share information with health officials accurately and quickly," but only when you explicitly opt in, and only for as long as you remain opted in. The authors' paper on this is "Apps Gone Rogue: Maintaining Personal Privacy in an Epidemic," which digs into the reasons that potential (or confirmed) carriers might be reluctant to participate in contact-tracking, and how privacy tools can help.

https://drive.google.com/file/d/1nwOR4drE3YdkCkyy_HBd6giQPPhLEkRc/view

It also discusses the rise of blackmail scams in South Korea in which criminals demanded payments not to falsely accuse businesses of being sources of new coronavirus infections (!!).

https://www.theguardian.com/world/2020/mar/06/more-scary-than-coronavirus-south-koreas-health-alerts-expose-private-lives

Private Kit allows for user location-history sharing directly with health authorities, without requiring third-party (carrier, app maker) intervention, aggregation or other high-risk activities.

This is an excellent example of the principle that "privacy" isn't the same as "secrecy." Privacy isn't "Nobody knows your business but you." It's "You decide who gets to know your business."

http://privatekit.mit.edu/

Italy's mayors berate quarantine-breaking citizens (permalink)

Our household can't stop marveling at this highlight reel of Italian mayors berating their stubborn residents for denying the quarantine orders. It's magnificent.

https://twitter.com/GiuliaRozzi/status/1241859350060093442

"We will send the police over. With flamethrowers."

"I can't formally ban you from leaving your house, Fine. I will ban you from setting foot on public land."

"Where the fuck are you all GOING? You and your dogs!* They must have inflamed prostates!"

"You can't play ping-pong. Go home. Play videogames."

"How can I spell it out? You can't stay in the streets. We need their girlfriends here. With clubs."

"Getting in your mobile hairdressers?! What the fuck is that for? Don't you understand that the casket will be CLOSED?"

"I saw a fellow citizen jog up and down the street, accompanied by a dog* who was visibly worn out. I told him, 'Look, this isn't a movie. You are not Will Smith in 'I am Legend.' You have to go home."

*Dog walking is a popular pretense for breaking quarantine.

This day in history (permalink)

#15yrsago Reflex: brilliant, page-turning sequel to Jumper https://boingboing.net/2005/03/23/reflex-brilliant-pag.html

#10yrsago: Secret ACTA fights over iPod border-searches http://www.michaelgeist.ca/2010/03/acta-de-minimus-proposals/

#10yrsago: Demonstration against Digital Economy Bill tomorrow at Parliament, London <a href="https://www.openrightsgroup.org/campaigns/disconnection/>https://www.openrightsgroup.org/campaigns/disconnection/

#5yrsago: Backchannel: computers can talk to each other with heat https://www.wired.com/2015/03/stealing-data-computers-using-heat/

#1yrago DCCC introduces No-More-AOCs rule https://theintercept.com/2019/03/22/house-democratic-leadership-warns-it-will-cut-off-any-firms-who-challenge-incumbents/

#1yrago British schoolchildren receive chemical burns from "toxic ash" on Ash Wednesday https://metro.co.uk/2019/03/08/children-end-hospital-burns-heads-toxic-ash-wednesday-ash-8868433/

#1yrago Procedurally generated infinite CVS receipt https://codepen.io/garrettbear/pen/JzMmqg

#1yrago Video from the Radicalized launch with Julia Angwin at The Strand https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FbdgdH8ksaM&feature=youtu.be

Colophon (permalink)

Today's top sources: Slashdot (https://slashdot.org/), Naked Capitalism (https://nakedcapitalism.com/), Alice Taylor (https://twitter.com/wonderlandblog/), Four Short Links (https://www.oreilly.com/feed/four-short-links).

Currently writing: I've just finished rewrites on a short story, "The Canadian Miracle," for MIT Tech Review. It's a story set in the world of my next novel, "The Lost Cause," a post-GND novel about truth and reconciliation. I've also just completed "Baby Twitter," a piece of design fiction also set in The Lost Cause's prehistory, for a British think-tank. I'm getting geared up to start work on the novel next.

Currently reading: Just started Lauren Beukes's forthcoming Afterland: it's Y the Last Man plus plus, and two chapters in, it's amazeballs. Last month, I finished Andrea Bernstein's "American Oligarchs"; it's a magnificent history of the Kushner and Trump families, showing how they cheated, stole and lied their way into power. I'm getting really into Anna Weiner's memoir about tech, "Uncanny Valley." I just loaded Matt Stoller's "Goliath" onto my underwater MP3 player and I'm listening to it as I swim laps.

Latest podcast: The Masque of the Red Death and Punch Brothers Punch https://craphound.com/podcast/2020/03/16/the-masque-of-the-red-death-and-punch-brothers-punch/

Upcoming books: "Poesy the Monster Slayer" (Jul 2020), a picture book about monsters, bedtime, gender, and kicking ass. Pre-order here: https://us.macmillan.com/books/9781626723627?utm_source=socialmedia&utm_medium=socialpost&utm_term=na-poesycorypreorder&utm_content=na-preorder-buynow&utm_campaign=9781626723627

(we're having a launch for it in Burbank on July 11 at Dark Delicacies and you can get me AND Poesy to sign it and Dark Del will ship it to the monster kids in your life in time for the release date).

"Attack Surface": The third Little Brother book, Oct 20, 2020. https://us.macmillan.com/books/9781250757531

"Little Brother/Homeland": A reissue omnibus edition with a new introduction by Edward Snowden: https://us.macmillan.com/books/9781250774583

#pluralistic

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WORM 1.5 : In which we are saved by the bestest of good boys

You don’t properly appreciate what superhuman strength means until you see someone leap from the sidewalk to the second floor of a building on the far side of the street. He didn’t make it all the way to the roof, but he came to a point maybe three quarters of the way up. I wasn’t sure just how Lung kept from falling, but I could only guess that he just buried his fingertips into the building’s exterior.

Holy shit.

He just mega jumped to the building where Taylor is and is hanging on the outside wall by his claws!

You better come up with a way to escape or to do something, cause you seem preeetyy dead right now.

I heard scraping and crunching as he ascended, and looked to my only escape route. I didn’t harbor any delusions as far as my ability to get down the fire escape before Lung came over the top of the roof and deduced where I’d run off to. Worse, at that point he could probably just beat me to the street level by jumping off the roof, or even just shoot fire at me through the gaps in the metal while I was halfway down. The irony of the fire escape being anything but didn’t escape me.

Yeah that’s kind of a disadvantage of being in high-up places if you can’t fly or teleport or something. Pretty easy to get trapped.

I wished I could fly. My school offered the choice between Chemistry, Biology and Physics, with Basic Science for the underachievers. I hadn’t picked Physics, but I was still pretty sure that no matter how many I could gather together, jumping off the roof with a swarm of flying insects gripping me would be just as ineffective as the 9 year old superhero wannabes you heard about in the news, jumping off ledges with umbrellas and bedsheets.

I really don’t think they can carry your bodyweight, or even slow down your descent. You would splat on the floor like a, well, bug.

Also holy shit that is kinda dark and probably a likely consecuence of powers in our world. Poor kids.

For the time being, I was stuck where I was.

Home BuildingStuck

Reaching inside the convex armor that covered my spine, I ran my fingers over the things I had buckled in there. The EpiPens were meant to treat anaphylactic shock from allergic reactions to bee stings and the like, and likely wouldn’t do a thing to Lung, even if I could get close enough and find a point to inject. Worst case scenario, the injections would supercharge his power by prompting a surge of whatever hormones or endorphins fueled his power. Not useful, dangerous at best. I had a pouch of chalk dust that was meant for climbers and gymnasts, I had seen it in the sports store when I was buying the lenses for my mask. I had gloves and didn’t think I needed the dryness and extra traction, but I had gotten the idea that it could be useful to throw at an invisible enemy, and bought it on a whim. In retrospect, it had been kind of a dumb purchase, since my power let me find foes like that with my bugs. As a tool against Lung… I wasn’t sure if it would explode like regular dust could when exposed to flame, but fire didn’t hurt him anyways. Scratch that option.

...Fuck yes

I love characters that think about what they could do best in every situation with the resources they have. If Taylor is like this for the rest of the serial....God I’m gonna enjoy this.

The problem is that I don’t think she has many options at all

I tugged the little canister of pepper spray free from my armor. It was a black tube, three inches long, not much thicker around than a pen, with a trigger and a safety switch. It had been a gift from my dad, after I had started to go on my morning jogs for training. He had warned me to vary my route, and had given me the pepper spray for protection, along with a chain to clip it to my belt loop so it couldn’t be taken and used against me by an attacker. In costume, I had opted not to keep the chain for the sake of moving quietly. Using my thumb, I flicked the safety off and positioned the tube so I was ready to fire. I crouched to make myself a smaller target, and waited for him to show himself.

Hmmm could pepper spray work? Maybe if he doesn’t have his eyes or face fully armored...

Also I find the mental image of this possibly hilarious.

Lung’s hands, still on fire, were the first thing to show up, gripping the edge of the roof hard enough to bend the material that covered the roof’s raised lip. His hands were quickly followed by his head and torso as he hauled himself up. He looked like he was made of overlapping knives or spades, smouldering yellow-orange with the low temperature flame. There was no skin to be seen, and he was easily seven or eight feet tall, judging by the length of his arms and torso. His shoulders alone were three feet across at the very least. Even the one eye that he had open looked metallic, a glowing, almond shaped pool of liquid-hot metal.

He probably looks more like a daemon than a dragon now. At least he doesn’t seem to have wings...

Just a veritable inferno of molted metal and flame and a looot of anger

I aimed for the open eye, but the spray fired off at a sharp angle, just glancing off his shoulder. Where the spray grazed him, it ignited into a short lived fireball.

Taylor used improvised flamethrower against the fire demon! Doesn’t seem very effective...

Hopefully the spray doesn’t ignite before touching his face because I think a pyrokinetic can handle himself otherwise...

I swore under my breath and fumbled with the device. While he brought his leg over the edge, I adjusted my angle and shot again. This time – with a small tweak of my aim mid-shot – I hit him in the face. The ignited spray rolled off of him, but the contents still did the trick. He screamed, letting go of the roof with one hand, clutching the side of his face where his good eye was.

AAGH MY EYE! WHY IS IT ALWAYS THE GODDAMN EYE??!

Taylor could be an excellent markswoman, she seems to have a lot of precission and nuance in aiming.

It had been vain to hope that he would slip and fall. I just counted myself lucky that however metallic his face looked, there were still parts of it vulnerable to the spray.

At least for now...

Lung hauled himself over the edge of the roof. I had him hurting… I just couldn’t do anything about it. My bugs were officially useless, there was nothing left in my utility sheath, and I would hurt myself more than I hurt Lung if I attacked him. Making a mental note to pick myself up a concealable knife or baton if I managed to live through this, I bolted for the fire escape.

Time to use the Joestar’s secret technique then!

Also yeah some hand to hand weaponry could be useful for the future. Probably not with this warp-demon, but with regular joes, so that we can be less squishy wizard in our approach

“Muh… Motherfucker!” Lung screamed. With my back turned, there was no way to see it, but the roof was briefly illuminated before the wave of flame hit me from behind. Knocked off balance, I skidded on the gravel and hit the raised lip of the roof, just by the fire escape. Frantically, I patted myself down. My costume wasn’t on fire, but my hair – I hurriedly ran my hands over it to make sure it hadn’t been ignited.

Oh fuck!

Yeah the fact that the costume is not yet fully complete came back to bite you it seems. Let’s hope we don’t end up with too severe burns in our first night out, christ.

Small mercies, I thought, that there was no tar used on the roof. I could just imagine the flames igniting the rooftop, and just how little I’d be able to do if it happened.

That... would have been unfortunate. 100% fucked instead of the .... 87% we are at right now.

Lung stood, slowly, still covering part of his face with his hand. He walked with a slight limp as he approached me. Blindly, he lashed out with a broad wave of flame that rolled over half the roof. I covered my head with my hands and brought my knees to my chest as the hot air and flame rushed over me. My costume seemed to take the brunt of it, but it was still hot enough I had to bite my lip to stop from making a sound.

The costume seems to be fire resistant! Mostly.

Spider silk is fucking badass.

Lung stopped advancing, slowly turning his head from one side to another.

“Cock. Sucker,” he growled in his heavily accented voice, his cussing interrupted by his panting for breath, “Move. Give me something to aim for.”

Actual perfect recreation of trying to hunt a fly at 4 am in the morning when you can’t sleep, and aren’t a white hot metal terror.

I held my breath and stayed as still as possible. What could I do? I still had the pepper spray in my hand, but even if I got him again, I was running the risk that he would lash out and bake me alive before I could move. If I moved first, he would hear me and I would get knocked around by another blast of flame, probably before I could get to my feet.

Eeeh your options are...

1) Spray him in the face, get blasted

2) Stay quiet.... probably get blasted as well.

3)Try to get away, and get... I’m starting to see a pattern here

Lung moved his hand from his face. He blinked a few times, then looked around, then blinked a few more times. It was a matter of seconds before he could see well enough to make me out from the shadows. Wasn’t pepper spray supposed to put someone down for thirty minutes? How was this monster not an A-Lister?

Well ain’t that a fucking horrible thing to think about.

Either:

1) He’s way stronger than he should be and he’s basically content with being small-time thug, even with the potential he has in the larger world stage

or...

2) He’s a big fish in a small pond and the people out there make him look silly by comparison which is.... holy shit.

He suddenly moved, flames wreathing his hands, and I screwed my eyes shut.

At least he’s not saying feel the heat over and over

And also how the fuck will you get out of this one

When I heard the crackling whoosh of the flame and wasn’t burned alive, I opened my eyes again. Lung was firing streams of flame, aiming for the edge of the roof of the adjacent building, a three story apartment. I looked to see what he was aiming at, but couldn’t make anything out in the gloom or in the brief second of light Lung’s flames afforded.

!!!!!

Reinforcements!! Someone has come to help!! Or at least to fight AGAINST Lung!!

Yes!

With no warning, a massive shape landed atop Lung with an impact I could swear people heard at the other end of the street. The size of a van, the ‘massive object’ was animal rather than vehicle, resembling a cross between a lizard and a tiger, with tangles of muscle and bone where it ought to have skin, scales or fur. Lung was now on his knees, holding one of the beast’s sizable claws away from his face with his own clawed hand.

OH FUCK

A GIANT FUCKING METAL-LOOKING BONEY FERAL BEAST JUST FELL FROM NOWHERE AND IS FIGHTING AGAINST THE INFERNAL DRAGON MAN

Lung used his free hand to strike the creature across the snout. Even though he was smaller than the beast, the impact made it rear back. It took a few short steps back in reaction, and then rhino-charged him off the edge of the roof. They hit the street with an audible crash.

AND THE TWO BERSERKERS ARE HURLING THEMSELVES OFF OF THE BUILDING TO THE STREET BELOW

This is glorious.

I stood, aware I was shaking like a leaf. I was so unsteady on my feet, from the mixed relief and fear, that I almost fell over again as two more impacts shook the roof. Two more creatures, similar to the first in texture, but slightly different in size and shape, had arrived on the rooftop. These two each had a pair of riders. I watched as the people slid off the backs of the animals. There were two girls, a guy, and a fourth I identified as male only because of the height. The tall one approached me, while the others hurried to the edge of the roof to watch Lung and the creature duke it out.

THEY WERE JUST THE RIDES FOR THESE PEOPLE

What a fucking entrance

“You really saved us a lot of trouble,” he told me. His voice was deep, masculine, but muffled by the helmet he wore. He was dressed entirely in black, a costume I realized was basically motorcycle leathers and a motorcycle helmet. The only thing that made me think it was a costume was the visor of his helmet. The full-face visor was sculpted to look like a stylized skull, and was as black as the rest of his costume, with only the faint highlights of reflected light on the surface to give a sense of what it was. It was one of those costumes that people put together out of what they can scrounge up, and it wasn’t half bad if you didn’t look too close. He reached out a hand towards me, and I leaned away, wary.

Damn he looks cool. He’s giving me ghost rider vibes in his outfit, but without the flaming skull part. Just badass biker energy

I didn’t know what to say, so I stuck to my policy of not saying anything that could get me into a worse situation.

At least you are not on fire, even though mr black leather and his zombie behemoths aren’t really giving me heroic vibes

Withdrawing his hand, the man in black jerked his thumb over one shoulder, “When we got word Lung was aiming to come after us tonight, we were pretty freaked. We were arguing strategy for the better part of the day. We eventually decided, fuck it, we’d meet him halfway. Wing it. Not my usual way of doing things, but yeah.”

Oh! ooooohhhh.

So the “Killing kids” part wasn’t actually murdering random civilians for the evulz

It was probably a territorial dispute! Cause these are totally villains or anti-heroes/vigilantes. Either/or

Behind him, one of the girls whistled sharply and pointed down at the street. The two monsters the group had been riding on bounded across the roof and leaped down to the street to join the fight.

Seems like that one is the trainer.

The guy in black kept talking, “Wouldn’t you know, his flunky Lee is there with a half dozen guys, but Lung and the rest of his gang are nowhere to be found,” he laughed, a surprisingly normal sound for someone wearing a mask with a skull on it.

He doesn’t seem to consider us a threat at least so that’s a relief

So they fought his underling while our girl here, on her lonesome, straight up picked a fight with bossman.

“Lee’s no slouch in a fight, but there’s a reason he’s not leader of the ABB. He got spooked without his boss there and ran. I guess you’re responsible for that?” Skull-mask waited for a response from me. When I didn’t offer one, he ventured towards the edge of the roof and looked down, then spoke without turning to look at me, “Lung is getting creamed. The fuck you do to him?”

Oh shit the venoms or the eye-injuries are making a difference in helping the hell-mount win!

“Pepper spray, wasp and bee stings, fire ants and spider bites,” the second of the girls said, answering the question for me. She was dressed in a skintight outfit that combined black with a pale shade of blue or purple – I couldn’t tell in the dark – and her dark blond hair was long and windblown. The girl grinned as she added, “He’s not holding up too well. Gonna feel a helluvalot worse tomorrow.”

She can know all that with just a look??

Information-based powers!! Intuition? Clairvoyance? Omniscience? Those always seem crazy OP to me in terms of offering support!

The man in black suddenly turned to look at me, “Introductions. That’s Tattletale. I’m Grue. The girl with the dogs-” he pointed to the other girl, the one who had whistled and directed the monsters. She wasn’t in costume unless I counted a plaid skirt, army boots, a torn-up sleeveless T-shirt and a hard plastic, dollar-store rottweiler mask as a costume. “-We call her Bitch, her preference, but in the interests of being P.G., the good guys and media decided to call her Hellhound instead. Last and certainly least, we have Regent.”

Grue? Huh, I can’t really guess what he could do based on that. Isn’t it like an urban legend or fairytale monster?

Tattletale...so her power IS information based! I also like the simpleness of her costume which I hadn’t mentioned

Bitch (Hellhound think of the children! ) looks really butch and badass from what I can hear. She seems to be the one with the beast power, cue the “Bitch” in her name

Regent...hmmm, something nobility-related?

I finally caught up with what he was saying. Those monsters were dogs?

Abyssal doggos!!

“Fuck you, Grue,” Regent retorted, with a chuckle and a tone of voice that made it clear he wasn’t really that offended. He was wearing a white mask, not quite as decorative or made up as the ones I associated with the carnivals in Venice, but similar. He’d placed a silver coronet around his short black curls, and wore a ruffled white shirt with skintight leggings tucked into knee-high boots. The outfit was very renaissance faire. He had a build that made me think more of a dancer than a bodybuilder.

He looks really theatrical. I really like his aesthetics. I still wonder what his power is.

Introductions done, Grue looked at me for several long moments. After a few seconds, he asked me, “Hey, you okay? You hurt?”

“The reason she’s not introducing herself isn’t because she’s hurt,” Tattletale told him, as she continued to lean over the edge of the roof and watch whatever was going on at the street level, “It’s because she’s shy.”

Damn omniscients and their lack of privacy!!

Her power is actually scary though. No secrets with her around..

Tattletale turned around and it looked like she was going to say something else, but she stopped, turning her head. The smile she’d been wearing faded, “Heads up. We’ve gotta scram.”

Bitch nodded in response and whistled, one short whistle followed by two long ones. After a brief pause, the building was suddenly rattled by impacts. In just moments, the three creatures of hers leaped from the alleys to either side of the building and onto the roof.

Grue turned towards me. I was still standing on the opposite end of the roof, by the fire escape. “Hey, want a ride?”

What?? Oh god is someone else coming as well?? What now?

I looked at the creatures – dogs? They were bloodied, snarling creatures out of a nightmare. I shook my head. He shrugged.

The dogs look like something you would see on doom and it is amazing

“Hey,” Tattletale said to me, seating herself just behind Bitch, “What’s your name?”

I stared at her. My voice caught in my throat before I was able to get the words out, “I don’t… I haven’t picked one yet.”

“Well, Bug, a cape is gonna show up in less than a minute. You did us a solid by dealing with Lung, so take my advice. Someone from the Protectorate shows up, finds two bad guys duking it out, they’re not going to let one walk away. You should get out of here,” She said. She flashed me a smile. She had one of those vulpine grins that turned up at the corners. Behind her simple black domino style mask, her eyes were glittering with mischief. If she had red hair, she would have made me think of a fox. She kind of did, anyways.

It’s true she doesn’t have a name yet! I guess bug would suffice for now.

And yuup they were bad guys, I knew it. Seems they have mistaken Taylor for one!

Well when you take into account the possibly too-grimdark edgy-lite costume and what she fucking did to Lung with her bugs in his eyes.... yeah I could see how they can draw that conclusion

With that, they leaped over my head, one of the three beasts hitting or stepping on the fire escape on the way down, eliciting a screech of metal on metal.

When I realized what had just happened, I could have cried. It was easy enough to pin down Regent, Tattletale and Bitch as teenagers. It wasn’t much of an intuitive leap to guess that Grue had been one too. The ‘children’ Lung had mentioned, the ones I had gone to so much effort to save tonight, were bad guys. Not only that, but they had mistaken me for one, too.

Happy first day out as a hero, Taylor! Well done!

And it still might not be over yet, let’s see what happens with this hero arrival. Let’s hope they don’t reach the same conclusions this time.

But we will see that next time! See you in the next update!

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MARVEL MOMENTS

So what they really did, as well as making a good load of films, was actually make a vast tapestry of genius interwoven moments like flicking through a big comic book! Ten years! Twenty something movies! A load of rubbish images at the end of the list because the last three films weren’t officially out on Blu Ray! Avengers assssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss

Tony Builds the First Suit

Really it was a stroke of brilliance to start the whole shebang with Iron Man the self-made superhero. The backbone of the whole universe is that of Tony making himself and that all kicks off here, in a sequence that’s hugely thematically satisfying given what comes later. There’s also the fact that back in the day all this construction stuff was just fucking cool, a Nolan-lite bedrock for a blend of realism and fantasy that comic-book cinema had never quite nailed before. Seeing Tony improve his tech step-by-step is a quiet pleasure of these movies, the suits getting more and more outlandish but staying absolutely believable, just like the films, and that all kicks off here with one guy and a non-magical hammer.

Pepper Pulls Out Tony’s Heart

I noted these all down before Endgame, honestly. Sob. It was always his story really. The best example of the foundational relationship of the MCU: They finish each other’s sentences!

‘Truth is… I am Iron Man.’

They knew what they’d got from the very first. This ballsy coda sets the tone for the whole MCU, one of backed-up swagger, a willingness to fuck with the source material in the name of story and the general feeling that Robert Downey Jr. was God. All in like two hours. That they flipped the egotistically iconic line into an era-defining declaration of responsibility, growth and heroism a decade later is nothing short of remarkable.

Hulk and Betty in the Rain

It’s uh… it’s a nice comic-book visual of a classic comic book romance, I guess? Look, Hulk came a long way later, but his forgotten love for Betty was the closest they ever came to the source material outside of the Hulk generally smashing and being awesome. It was sweet!

The Bit Where Hulk Suplexes a Giant Zombie Wolf on the Rainbow Bridge of Asgard

wait was this in the Incredible Hulk

I’ve Successfully Privatised World Peace!’ ‘Fuck you, Mr Stark.’

They got Garry Shandling in these movies!

The Suitcase Suit

Now that is a cool-ass adaptation.

Black Widow Kicks Asses

Yeah, after a whole movie of being reductive eye-candy she was still reductive eye-candy here. But the scene as a whole’s basically a perfect realisation of her moves in the comics, and showed Marvel were capable of doing someone who wasn’t Iron Man. Then they did EVERYYYYOONNNNNNEEE bonus points for Happy taking out that one guy and yelling ‘I got him!’

Tony and Rhodey in the Japanese Gardens

Look, they just look cool, OK? No one said this was going to be deep.

Tony and Pepper as the Stark Expo Explodes

They haven’t managed a lot of great romance, but this one hella works: Tony’s overblown mess of a movie expo exploding behind the true love of his life is a visual so great that Shane Black nicked it wholesale for the climax of Iron Man Three: Christmas in Croydon.

The Frost Giant Throwdown

Wait, what’s happening? I thought these were the movies where Jeff Bridges rode a Segway? Are we in SPAAAAACCCCCEEEE?

Thor Can’t Pull It Off

Out of the big three Thor’s arc of mythology to humanity might be the deepest and most satisfying of all. That starts here with his tearful inability to be worthy of his father, his world and, crucially, himself, leading directly into the first great Thor/Loki exchange, then a whole host of movies that eventually put him through the emotional wringer to self-acceptance. Hopefully?

Thor and Loki Battle on the Rainbow Bridge

Yeah, it looks kind of goofy, but this is pure sixties Kirby, shorn of the irony the series would develop later. Beautiful.

Erskine Points To Cap’s Heart

That’s it. That’s the character.

The Star Spangled Man!

Who’ll hang a noose on the goose-stepping goons from Berliiiin?

That Whole War Montage That Ends With Bucky Falling From The Train

Just smash after smash after smash of wartime Cap goodness that we’d never see again, ending with the ‘death’ that’d define the rest of his story. Steve lost as much as Thanos in his quest for peace but, y’know, he wasn’t a total fucking intergalactic dick about it.

‘I gotta put her in the water!’

Man alive he waited for that date... whether you think the ending of Endgame ruins the moment somewhat (it doesn’t. sort of), this was still the biggest heart-tugger in the MCU at that point, and defined the characters of Cap and Peggy for years to come. Watch Agent Carter! Just bloody watch it!

'Lemme Put You On Hold’

The stand out moment of The Avengers is basically all of it, but let’s start with the moment Black Widow finally becomes a character, a sequence of broad-strokes skill from Scarlett Johansson and Joss Whedon that begged for a movie she finally got way too long later. Bonus points for possibly the greatest Coulson reaction shot in a history of great reaction shots.

The Helicarrier Ascends

OK, shit – this is series is big now.

The Whole of Stuttgart

Whedon’s love of classical posh entertainment is seen in Angel’s superior ballet episode and his fondness for Sondheim, and he even gets a bit of the ol’ jewellery rattling in here in a perfectly pitched Loki-loving sequence that culminates in some fantastic bits for Cap before Iron Man AC/DC’s all over the place. This is where the comic book stuff really kicks off.

‘YOU COME HOME!’

This Hemsworth’s fella’s really got something...

Forest Bro Down

Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God. The first real Avengers mash-up is just wonderful. This is where the wish-fulfilment really begins, in a quiet clearing, where three superheroes nearly beat the shit out of each other in classic comic-book style. The Avengers assembled.

The Whole Fuckin’ Helicarrier Sequence

An absolute masterpiece of blockbuster juggling that had never been done before, this could be the third act of any other film. Over what plays out weirdly like a piece of theatre we get terrifying Hulks, mewling quims and awesome heroics, all expertly laced with wonderful character mash-ups and action we’d never seen before. Then Coulson dies. This is what Joss Whedon does.

‘There was an idea…’

Fuck shit yeah there was, and it made for a hell of an Infinity War trailer six years later.

ALL OF NEW YORK

Yep, all of it, but if we’re being picky it’s Hulk v Loki for the comedy side, the tracking shot for the action. As a sequence it’s never been bettered in the MCU, even in the open-mouthed joy-gush of Infinity War and Endgame. FIGHT ME

Go Fish

Iron Man Three is a wonderful movie that works best as the sum of its parts, but there’s one bit that’s up there with the pantheon: the sky-diving rescue above the bay is such a joyous subversion of the usual third-act super-fisticuffs that it’s like something out of a 70’s Superman movie, only with a hilarious capper at the end where Iron Man explodes under a truck. Beep beep!

Running the Lemurian Star

The Russo Brother’s action calling-card for their incredible MCU run, this sets up their vision of Cap’s super-subtle-super-serum-super-moves. From the off it’s a game changer in the way action’s shot across the MCU, clean-cut raid-alikes becoming the order of the day. AND THEN HE FIGHTS BATROC ZE LEAPER

Elevator Throwdown

Yeah, yeah, we all know the actual bit in the elevator that’s spoofed to tremendous effect come Endgame, but remember this sequence ends with Cap TAKING DOWN A FUCKING QUINJET SINGLE-HANDED. The look on his face at the end says it all.

The Winter Soldier Street Fight

HE FLICKS A KNIFE MID PUNCH

Come and Get Your Love

We’d seen a lot of cool shit from the MCU by this point, but this was something else again. It’s funny! It’s funny as fuck! What the fuck is this movie? And again, they know their own best bits: the return to this in Endgame is top drawer. What a moron.

The Kyln Sequence

This whole breakout is the Guardians at their very best; squabbling in space, reluctant teamwork, loads of cool shit and leg theft. The bit where it all goes anti-grav is a treat.

WE ARE GROOT

That’s it. That’s the movie.

…Stark…

It’s a shame they didn’t delve deeper into Scarlet Witch’s hatred for the man who murdered her parents, but her barely contained rage is the keystone for Age of Ultron: deeper, nastier, more questioning of it’s heroes and their heroism. This one they brought on all by themselves.

Sun’s Gettin’ Real Low

Yeah, maybe it’s for the best the slightly bumbled Hulktasha relationship was forgotten about, but this moment was pivotal in the character development of both. Beautifully shot, and leads to a primo Ragnarok gag.

Lift That Hammer

You genuinely could have made a whole movie of these characters hanging out at an open bar. The Stan cameo’s great, the War Machine story bit gets an Endgame alien planet boost much later, but it’s the drunken worthiness competition that’s the real highlight, a seemingly fun throwaway that actually almost single-handedly sets up the whole character of Vision and the most fist-pumping moment of Endgame, a movie nearly entirely composed of fist-pumping moments.

Hulk vs Hulkbuster

Pure comic-book wish fulfilment again, and how. From Hulk spitting out a tooth to Tony desperately pleading ‘go to sleep go to sleep go to sleep’, this mad clash of science pals knocks every Transformers movie straight through a freshly-bought-building. Veronica!

Well Done.

Alright, Vision’s no one’s favourite Avenger, but he’s one who’s the satisfying product of several movie plots, one beloved supporting AI and the combined brains, magic and cool red capes of his team. Whedon performs his own mad-skillz level script trick to make us accept this fucking weirdo, first by giving him Jarvis’ voice, then having him stare out at a world and see his reflection in it, then having him lift an unliftable character-establishment hammer. None of this could be done by any other film series.

The Geometry of Belief

Ultron’s climactic church-a-maggedon is short but perfect, a swirling mass of splash-page insanity that culminates in a glorious trinity of Vision, Iron Man and Thor blasting the shit out of their mad son like a magic triangle. The Avengers at their peak.

Vision and Ultron Have a Chat

Whedon pops out these gems of detached humanism from time to time, and his sundown final exchange between The Avenger’s success and failure is a doozy. The most poetic little scene in the whole MCU, voiced by two creatures who look like nightmarish dildos. ‘A thing isn’t beautiful because it lasts’ is an all-timer.

Big Bathtub

Ant Man’s bedrock might be its family values, but it’s the shrinking that makes it stand out. The first time Scott drops into tiny-town is a Pixar-esque fun-burst akin to Stephen Strange’s nutso jump into infinity later, with deadly bath taps, thunderclap vacuum cleaners and mid-day apartment raves (?) all bringing a new level of threat and adventure to a series already teeming with variety. They should carry these ones on foreverrrrr

Cassie’s Room

There’s something about this scene that sums up Scott’s whole character and hopefully sets up his daughter for future ant shenanigans: he is (was) unique as a hero with a family, and no matter how many Pym Particles he stuffs into his suit he’s always looked like a giant to his daughter. Plus, y’know, Thomas the Tank Engine.

Some Guy Crashes a Car at Night

The catalyst for the great middle schism. Civil War is a masterclass of twisting, gut-churning reveals, and this is the quiet moment that starts it all.

QUEENS

The perfect Marvel character, introduced into the perfect realisation of the Marvel Universe, perfectly.

Running Into Each Other At The Airport

LITTLE MAN IS BIG NOW I’M CLINT WE HAVEN’T MET YET I DON’T CARE WHERE YOU FROM KID QUEENS BROOKLYN I’M YOUR CONSCIENCE WE HAVEN’T SPOKEN IN A WHILE YOU GUYS KNOW THAT OLD MOVIE EMPIRE STRIKES BACK HOW OLD IS THIS KID ETC ETC OH MY GOD MY BRAIN HAS EXPLODED

Cap vs Iron Man

‘I don’t care. He killed my mom.’

The Big Brain Burst

They keep doing bits to expand themselves, and this is one of the best, with the most potential for the future. Fleeting, but dazzling.

New York Mirror Fest

If the next Strange movies delve into this deranged nonsense then they could end up the greatest of all of them. This is the tip of the iceberg, and it’s still unlike anything else being done in mainstream cinema.

Mr Blue Sky

In a movie that frequently reaches big and misses, at least it hits the spot at the beginning. This glorious celebration of family, space-craziness and genre subversion is everything Guardians does best. The Gamora / Groot bit is adorable.

Peter’s Civil War Adventure

The perfect tone-setter for the story’s most-average joe, this ground-level view of the universe’s biggest clash acts as a whippet quick intro to Peter Parker’s world in the big bad MCU. It’s always a thrill to see him where he belongs.

The Homage to Getting Buried Under a Tonne of Crap

Homecoming’s riffs on classic Spidey-lore are generally pretty subtle, but when it comes time to show what Peter’s really made of Watts rips directly from the best, first with the iconic Parker/Spidey face split and then with him holding up a whole fucking building like he’s nerd Hulk or something. The added ‘come on Spider-Mans’ are the adorable icing on the homage-o-cake.

Anytime That Immigrant Song Plays

Another!

Thor vs Hulk

Yeah, it’s not perfect and it’s a little CGIey. But it’s Thor fighting the Hulk in a fucking galactic gladiator arena place run by Jeff Goldblum and it smashes and it’s full of fun callbacks to previous movies. Yes! That’s what it feels like!

Thor and Loki Do Get Help

The perfect encapsulation of Waititi’s irreverent-but-with-tonnes-of-heart freshgasm on the story of Thor, this bit of hilarious dumb shit acts as amusing action beat and neat character resolution all in one. They’re friends again! They’re brothers! Thor throws him around like a rolled up carpet!

What Are You The God of Again?

Oh right, so he’s the best Avenger now.

Killmonger in the Afterlife

The bloody heart of the most emotional Marvel movie, when Erik Killmonger enters the Wakandan afterlife he finds himself in his own tiny Compton apartment, exiled with his father forever with the plains of eternity just out of reach beyond the window. Heartbreaking, and brilliant.

Thanos Arrives

The opening of Infinity War is another example of their absolute mastery of tone; after the megaton funblast of Ragnarok we’re thrown into the end of that movie being ripped apart, before Thanos appears, dragging a battered Thor into frame, beats seven shades of green shit out the Hulk and murders two beloved supporting characters, all without breaking a sweat. If you weren’t excited before you were now.

New York Tussle

The opening New York section of Infinity War is all very clever, acting as the only grounding Earthy moment in what’s a pretty out-there narrative in terms of existential stakes. You get Tony and Wong helping people off the sidewalk and Strange winking after halting the space-death-machine, but from there on out it’s full-bore comic-book smackdown fun, clashing characters who’ve never met and providing top-drawer banter about wizards and children’s parties. This is the page, up there on screen.

BRING ME THANOS!

The Thanos Fight

Jesus fucking Christ. Up there with the end of Avengers and the Civil War airport battle, this is a perfect realisation of superhero action, with a bigger dose of high-level insanity courtesy of the Infinity Stones and Doctor Strange. Sublimely realised, incredibly satisfying, with real weight and thought put into the spectacle, it’s also fantastic in the narrative of the film, the culmination of its themes of desperation and inevitability. The first time you saw them try to rip off the gauntlet was unbearable.

The Snap

Well, yeah. You’ll never get back the first time you saw this. And imagine seeing it as a fucking kid.#

Just a Girl

Sure the big level-up CGI fest at the end is good, but it’s the comedy smackdown on the Kree ship that’s the most satisfying part of Captain Marvel, the shit-eating joy on Carol’s face as she discovers she’s way more powerful than the assholes who’ve been holding her back. It’s corny sure, but it’s hella fun.

Thor Goes For The Head

Endgame is a shocking, disorientating blur to begin with, all the characters you loved acting in strange, desperate ways in a super-hero version of post-traumatic stress disorder. Tony’s meltdown is bad enough, but it’s when Thor just straight up fucking murders Thanos that you know this is going to get dark and serious. It doesn’t, it remembers it’s a Marvel movie, but the shot of him walking out into the blurred alien sun, cape aflutter, is a fitting goodbye to a more innocent time of heroics.

Ant Man and Cassie

A moment that could be worthy of a whole movie itself, a desperate Scott Lang meeting his five-years-older daughter gives a joke character a serious moment in the same way Infinity War did for Guardians. It’s very odd, very sweet and very Marvel.

Love You 3000

Morgan H. Stark is almost a little too on the nose as a wrap-up for Tony, but hell, she’s still sweet as all hell and a perfect capper to his story of fatherhood and responsibility. It’s a mark of the work they’ve put in that we’ll almost immediately accept the tired trope of kid-taking-over-mantle when she inevitably puts on the armour in a few years.

Steve and Peggy / Tony and Howard

This is the bit in Endgame where I finally started tearing up: a lot of it is too-neat fan-service, but fuck it, they’ve put in so much effort that it works. This is the scene where you realise both of these long arcs are coming to an end, the resolution of Steve quietly making his decision to go back to Peggy and Tony getting the closer of discussing parenthood with his unknowing father. It’s corny sure, but so are comic books, and setting the whole bit at the height of seventies Marvel Comics mania is a loving nod to the imaginations that made all these crazy possibilities possible.

Widow and Hawkeye

There’s a theme here. All of these moments are kind of cheesy and rely heavily on callbacks to previous bits… but at the moment it doesn’t matter because ENDGAME WOW. Maybe we’ll look back at it as a corny misstep, but for the moment, Clint and Tasha having one last, ludicrously overblown tussle for who gets to live is a sweet capper that never goes as deep as the others because they’re supporting characters. It still stings, and it’s a neat mirror to Gamora and Thanos in Infinity War. The red’s gone from her ledger! It’s on the rocks! Urrrgh

Nebula Kills Herself

Again, they’re so good that they can spend a big chunk of time in what’s ostensibly the last big movie for their most beloved characters on making a lesser character beloved. Endgame spotlights Nebula even more than Infinity War did Gamora, using her self-hatred and fear of her father for compelling, wibbly-wobbly plot and character beats. The resolution of her story and her newfound place with her team should make for a whole different Guardians before we even get to Fortnite-Thor joining up.

Cap Wields The Hammer

‘I KNEW IT!’

Thanos’ Army

One last escalation of scale. When Thanos’ army finally arrives it’s like something out of those apocalyptic Turner paintings, where the hordes of a ship-wrecked hell confront eternity under skies ripped from heaven. Only this time they’re facing one guy called Steve, and they’re fucked. Incredible.

Avengers… Assemble

It almost lives up to what you always had in your head. The Marvel Universe, somehow done right.

Tony Hugs Peter Back

Awwww!

New Avengers Run the Gauntlet

A surprising amount of Endgame’s grand finale is given over to the future hopes; while Strange gets stuck in with holding back a Biblical flood it’s up to Black Panther to grab the Infinity Gauntlet from Clint in a delightful callback to Civil War, before embarking on an intense relay race across the entire battlefield that begins with Scarlet Witch crushing the shit out of Thanos’ testicles and ends with Captain Marvel engaging the Mad Titan in a bone-crushing show of super-strength. And along the way if finds time to have Peter Parker dragged through the air by Thor’s hammer which was thrown by Captain America before landing on a Pegasus flown by Valkryie across an exploding sky of alien whales. Maybe the most satisfying run of action since the first Avengers.

I am Iron Man

It was always going to be him really. Bonus points for Downey Jr. originally telling Thanos to ‘Fuck off’. Did anyone else keep thinking he was going to wake up and quip and everything would be OK? That’s how you make movies.

The Funeral

It looks a little weird actually, like they weren’t all on set. But they were! The Marvel Universe again, holy smokes.

The Kiss

Now that’s how you end ten years and twenty one movies. They’re movies! It was romantic! It was exciting! It was fun!

For TEN FUCKING YEARS.

Swing a Ding Ding Sir

After five movies of fresh shit they've finally starting dumping some classic Spider-Man on us; the Euro stuff's fun and all, but it's Far From Home delirious climax that sees Spidey and MJ thwipping through the canyons of New York before bumping into ugly ol' J. Jonah JJ Jay Jay likes it's a freakin' comic book or something. Delightful, and also serves as a wonderful image of hope and joy post-Endgame.

What a fuckin’ ride. Here’s to the next... seventy six? Seventy seven?

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Hearts of Wolves [2/4]

Brasidas x Reader

A/N:This is going to take a while.

“It’s been ages [Y/N]!” He reaches for an embrace. A conviviality you have long forgotten since your first pater died. But then he remembers something, pulls away and stares at you dumbfounded. His hands grasping your arms. “Why aren’t you with the Wolf? We thought you are both dead.”

You almost forget. After leaving Megaris, you tried to put what happened there behind. The war, the confrontation, and the disappointment in Stentor’s eyes you observed from far away. You will never forget the look on his face; he made the same face when he stopped treating you as a sister since pater appointed you to be his guard. You tried not to think about what happened to pater when he decided to dive alone into the thick woods, to imagine Stentor’s reaction, and the message he sent back home.

Not until now. As someone walking out from your memory and interrogates you with the doubt you tried to abandon. His ardent gaze scorches your skin. His words are like an army of scorpions stinging you with its flaming spears.

You think of Kassandra. Does he know about her? Does he know that you are traveling with her? Will he question you of your intention on abandoning your post? But that’s not the only question in your mind.

“What did Stentor say?” Despite the growing detachment between you and him, deep down you still care about this brother who used to take care of you when being mocked by Spartan children.

“The messenger said they couldn’t find you two after the battle. Back in Sparta, they pronounced you dead.” “Pater too?” “Yes.” He sighed. “It had been a long since we last heard from your troops. The arrival of the messenger only confirm our doubt.”

You couldn’t raise your head up for another potential inquiry. The sun is setting. Mesmerizing colours cover the pale blue sky. All of a sudden the sea seems to become more tranquil as if Poseidon has done playing tricks with sailors for the day. No wind, not even breeze travels through the narrow strait standing between Korinthia and Salamis. An image of a lonely figure disappeared in the dark flashes through your mind; a shining red sank into darkness. You remain silent for a long while, staring blankly at the ground, as if your soul has been picked away along with the departure of Helios.

”So why are you here?” Noticed your silence, he chooses not to press on the questions occupying his mind. His voice is soft, like a gentle touch brushing across your skin.

“Just some personal business. Heading to Athens now.” You answered carelessly, staring at the horizon as the dark sea devours the burning sun. “Athens? You are going to Athens?” He raises his eyebrows and widens his amber eyes. It catches your attention, and for some reason, you find the expression interesting.

“Well, I’m not much of a Spartan now.” You shrug and laugh at the reaction. “A dead one at most. So why not?” “That’s technically right.” He chuckles, a melodious sound to the ears. “Mind if I join you?”

You finally turn and look him straight in the eyes, only to be greeted with a mischievous smile hanging upon his lips. The hypnotizing sparkles in his eye dazzle your senses. You have to make sure you have heard what you just heard.

“What?” “Mind if I accompany you, to Athens?” He asks again patiently, with the usual courteous and genuine beam on his face, which delivers no hesitation, only certitude. “You? An active Spartan soldier?” You question once more just to clarify this unexpected request.

Strangely, it seems like he is indulging himself in your reaction. He replied light-heartedly. Placing his hand on his chest to pledge sincerity and supple reassurance.

“My name hasn’t gone that far. Plus, I’m good at concealing identity.” “You do?” Still overwhelmed by disbelief. “We’ll see.”

His playful reaction breaks your astonishment into pieces of delights. “Be my guest then.”

Barnabas welcomes him with great hospitality in the short voyage to Athens. They sit by the bonfire under the vast night sky. You sit at the far end of the group, watching them and listening to the stories of Barnabas previous adventures. The voyage is short, which gives you great comfort. By the time Adrestia arrives at the harbour no one has mentioned Kassandra. It feels like a heavy burden lifted from your shoulder.

“How do I look?”

He whispers from your back. As you turn around, you see his face buried in darkness, covered by a blue hood like the one Herodotus has. It hangs all the way down to his knees forming a chlamys. Beneath it you notice he has changed as well, into a plain white chiton.

“Like a humble traveler.” But the modesty does not dim his solemnity, if anything, it adds serenity.

Walking on the empty streets illuminated by the crisp moonlight, you tread lightly behind Phoibe as she leads you to the house of Perikles. Along the way you explain the situation, but without giving out too much detail. He mostly remains silent; while looking around the now empty streets, he tries to imagine the bustling city in the morning. You can keenness in his eyes, lights up by the torch in your hand, trying to absorb everything he sees, and imprint it on his mind.

Once you enter the inner city, streets seem harder to navigate. Fortunately Phoibe is a natural guide, steering through these intricate street presents no challenge to her. Before you realize it, you have already arrived at the gate to Perikles mansion, bidding farewell to Phoibe.

“Take care of yourself Phoibe.” “I always do [Y/N],” She chuckles, “Thank Kassandra for me will you?” “I will.” You feel a chill on your back, by the smile clings onto your lips.

When you go your separate way, goddess Eos has just awaken, sprinkling soft rosy aura across the dark sky, dimming twinkling stars, gradually brushing layers of pale blue with her gentle touch.

Brasidas expresses his desire to visit the acropolis, and his plan to return through land. Figure you couldn’t leave him alone wandering across enemy territory, you offer to accompany him back to Korinth. He doesn’t seem surprised at your offer, in the contrary, he seems quite pleased with your reaction. As the sky brightens, it sheds coral light throughout the city. His face glows with the pink light reflected from surfaces of marbles houses.

You tell Barnabas not to wait for you on the way back, and that you will find your way to Mykonos, Kassandra’s next destination, in the near future. Then you start making your way up to the acropolis, the hill which has been calling for you since you set foot in Athens. Higher places have always been your favorite spots. The views and the illusion of flying they offer are like no others.

The city is awakening. Vendors carry their merchandise toward agoras, pilgrims making their way to temples, people heading toward different directions to start their days. When you finally reach the bottom of the acropolis, you stand idly in awe, astonished by the grandeur of the heights and the structures nestling on the top.

You couldn’t help but peek at Brasidas’ reaction, despite his face is darkened by the hood, you can still see his eyes gleams with reverence.

Without exchanging any words, you set your feet on the stairs at the same time, ascending the steep way up to the top of the acropolis.

After being amazed by the size and the scale of Parthenon, you settle yourselves down by the west side, overlooking the vast city laying in the shadow of the acropolis and the broad horizon extend beyond field of view. Smokes of sacrifices twirling up toward the sky, then carried by Zephrys.

Being at a high place like this remind you of your memory meeting Brasidas. By now he has been sitting in silence for a long while. The hood has been taken off. You could see his expression clearly, yet his tranquil countenance only perplex you.

Before you could think of something to say, he speaks.

“I never thought I would be here one day.” He whispers. You turn and find he’s facing slightly south. “I did,” You reply, musing on the idea. “Before the war.”

Then he breaks out in laughter, which stands out among the sea of prayers and the solitude in this peaceful corner.

“You do always seem like you would just leave one day.” “We only met once.” You exclaim, feeling your body warmed up with the mild sunshine. “Well, you left a profound impression.” He puts his hands behind him like he usually does. Holding up his head, gazing at the horizon in the west. “I hope I left a good one.” You murmur, hoping the words would travel away alongside the winds. “Don’t worry, you did.”

He stands slightly apart from you, answering your question with a nod for reassurance. You still cannot take his words to heart, but you feel rather encouraged hearing an answer like this.

The sun has climbed higher. Turning around, you notice that the square before Athena has also become more crowded.

“These few days have been the strangest in my life.” When your thoughts start to wander away, he continues, but end with a sigh. You turn to him but not entirely confused. Eventually you will need to answer questions. “And I think you can clarify some of my doubts.”

Before you could react, he walks toward the statue and descends the stairs, which for a moment you are utterly confused, but you soon catch up.

“Where are we going?” You question. “To Korinth. And we can talk on the way” He replies. Eyes staring forward without blinking. But suddenly he slows down, you can feel hesitation from the sound of his sandals rubbing against the stone-paved ground. “Can I ask you something first?” “Sure.” “Why did you volunteer to go back to Korinth with me?”

He turns at the corner of the stairs. Behind him is the broad city bathing in sunlight. The blue chlamys dances in the air. For a second you feel like he’s floating, and the wind would take him away in any moment. His voice is firm but soft, yet the strength concealed within strikes you like the thunderbolt of the king of gods.

“Why?” You try to stay calm. Answering casually with a half smile on your face. “I mean you are capable. But I can’t just leave you alone. Plus, it would be like Theseus’ adventure in reverse, which sounds fun.”

His expression you cannot fathom. Somehow you feel you have to ask.

“Do you trust me?”

He turns away. You feel a stone sunken into your stomach. But then he walks closer to you, with a smile that confuses you.

“Do you remember the first time we met?” How could you forget? That was the most thrilled experience you had.

“Yes. That was quite a memory.” You giggle. “Then you know the answer is yes.” He laughs.

You feel something inside you has bloomed. Maybe it’s the burning scent in the air that is making you dizzy.

“And a hero and his ghostly sidekick? That sounds like an epic tale.” “I thought it’s a tale about a wanderer and a trusty companion.”

“Why don’t we decide that along the way?” He waves and starts walking again. “There’s plenty of road to travel, and plenty of things to discuss. Let’s go.”

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The Psychic Mechanics of Love

This means that Reality is based on Love, and therefore the system we are currently witnessing on Earth is not Reality. It’s Time to go back to Reality.

In Reality, people try to make sure that every decision is as painless as possible. This is known as Pain/No-Pain decision making. In stark contrast, on Earth people make decisions based on getting the most for themselves, which results is massive amounts of destruction and pain.

In Reality, the Value of a person and the Worth of a person are two separate and distinct concepts. In Reality, the Value of all the innumerable Beings in the cosmos is the same, and therefore all Beings treat each other as equals. In Reality, the Worth of each Being is a personal matter kept to that Being and whomsoever that Being chooses to share it with. In stark contrast, on Earth Value and Worth are combined such that competition, comparison, prestige, and classes of citizens become concepts that are used to circulate massive amounts of continuous pain throughout the population.

In Reality, painful and self-destructive systems – such as the one we have on Earth - are easily dissolved in Love because Love is our Natural State. It is the state we are born into. In stark contrast, Humanity has been mired in self-destructive and violent conflict for thousands of years because we are being actively managed and conditioned to remain in this state of pain and death.

Psychic Dimensions 3D – 5D

Parasites (formerly known as Demons)

When we think of demons we think of big, powerful, evil creatures that we are essentially powerless against because they don’t exist physically in 3D. In Reality the creatures that have been holding mankind hostage to pain and suffering from behind their cloak of invisibility are neither big nor powerful. In Reality they are more like 4D mosquitos. The advantages they’ve had are their invisibility, their knowledge of dimensions, and their knowledge of belief systems and energies – all of which they’ve purposely kept hidden from us lest we learn of our true nature and return to Reality. In short, they use False Beliefs – meaning beliefs that are not in harmony with the Mechanics of Love and the inner workings of Reality – to keep us in a constant energetic state of pain. In order to make themselves feel powerful and important the Parasites call their False Beliefs “spells” and they tell themselves they are “doing magic” when they tell lies and dark energy stories from behind their cloak of invisibility. They then normalize this pain – for instance that guilt, shame, and fear are “just human nature” – and then they use those beliefs and that energetic configuration of pain to get us to do what they want. If they don’t want us near something, they use fear to scare us away. If they want to keep us in the boundaries they’ve defined for their societal structures, they’ll use peer pressure to shame us or guilt us into doing what they want.

1. It reinforces the False Belief that Light and Darkness are 50%/50% in the Universe. Once Reality is understood it becomes clear that it’s Light 99.999999(pick a number of 9’s)% and Darkness wherever the Light has not chosen to present itself.

2. It reinforces the False Belief that Demon-Humans exist. There is no such thing as a Demon-Human because there is only ever one Awareness per human body – and that Awareness is always that of the Human. Parasites can only connect via psychic and energetic connections to a Human. However, the Parasites are very strategic about how they connect, what they say, what sort of image (shy, aggressive, etc.) they present in the connection, etc. – all specifically geared to reinforce their False Beliefs. For instance, Parasites don’t connect to their chosen “Angel-Humans” and “God-Humans” so that those humans feel justified in waging their Holy War of Vicious Righteousness full of self-granted rights, Judgment, and Dark Energy against those whom they deem to be “Demon-Humans”. Tragically the “Demon-Humans” that are the victims of the Violent Onslaught from “God-Humans”, “Angel-Humans”, and Parasites are usually just normal people that have been chosen by the Parasites to be the second-class citizens of 4D. Another trick Parasites use to gain the loyalty of a human is to feign weakness. Parasites will psychically “attack” until they are “subdued” by the “powerful human” into a state of Unconditional Love – meaning in Reality a Death Channel getting a state of Trust from the Human.

Human Evolution

Here are some False Beliefs the Parasites have been spreading for thousands of years to keep Humanity from Evolving.

1. Human Evolution will be biological. No. All Evolution of Consciousness is at the psychic level. Once a species evolves psychically to the point that it’s reintegrated with nature, it has the Understanding necessary to do whatever it wants at the biological level.

2. Your Identity includes your Beliefs, and the associated False Belief - You change a Belief, you die. No and No. Your Identity includes only your Individuation of Consciousness in Infinity – which is experienced as only your Awareness. Your Beliefs have nothing to do with your Identity, and in fact once you start evolving your Beliefs will be constantly changing.

3. My Beliefs are equal to your Beliefs just because we both have Beliefs. No. False is False and True is True. The Matrix is The Matrix and Reality is Reality.

Area of Understanding – Psychics in spiritual circles refer to the concepts of being “up” or “high/higher” to refer to the amount of wisdom a person has or doesn’t have. This approach comes directly from the Parasites to enable them to use Prestige in 4D for handing out Judgment, Shame, Guilt, and other Dark Energies. In Reality, since everyone’s Worth is their own and incomparable to anyone else’s Worth, what we each have is an Area of Understanding that includes the Dimensions we have Understanding in. There is no Prestige in Reality.

Synchronicity – This is a Mechanic of Evolution that involves the Inner Environment (thoughts) syncing up with the Outer Environment (3D physical environment) in a way that generates some sort of message, message reinforcement, and/or energy transmission/feeling. Many times Synchronicity begins with a person seeing repetitious numbers on a clock multiple times a day – like 11:11, 5:55, 3:33, etc. Synchronicity can be generated by benevolent spirits to encourage, strengthen, and/or inform someone or they can be generated by Parasites to discourage, weaken, and/or place a Parasite Spell on someone. Parasites especially like to use Synchronicity to send fake Trinity messages, to fake contact from a Higher Power (many psychics may be familiar with the E “World Power” organization the Parasites have set up in 4D), to Teach with Criticism (using Dark Energy Criticism to “teach” is not Loving and therefore not part of Reality), and to provide the Parasite viewpoint on whatever someone just did or was thinking – as if the viewpoint of a Death Channel is worth the energy used to send it. Parasites rely primarily on Fear to have their messages believed, and they will use Synchronicity to attempt to scare people into doing what they want, so it is highly recommended that Fear work have been done prior to engaging in reading messages from the Universe. That said, utilizing Synchronicity allows the Universe to directly guide and help develop a person’s Evolution, so the benefits of using Synchronicity far outweigh the work necessary to ignore the messages from Parasites.

Getting Immunity – Immunity is a State of Being wherein someone can no longer be harmed by Dark Energy. One of the Parasite Spells that keeps Humanity in Darkness is that we normalize our pain and blame ourselves and each other for our pain. In Reality it’s the Parasites that are keeping the pain circulating using The Matrix. In Reality, we have no pain. To get back to our Natural State of no pain, we will have to do Attribute Work on the Attributes we have that cause us pain. Anything someone can think of that causes emotional pain could be an Attribute – Guilt, Shame, Fear, Anger, etc. For instance, to do Attribute Work on Fear, each time we experience Fear we would resist the feeling of the Fear and do whatever we could to understand that the Fear was based on a lie, not real, based on conjecture, etc. As we fortify both our belief system and our energetic configuration against feeling Fear regardless of the stimuli, we are doing Attribute Work on Fear. The results of Attribute Work are twofold. First, the Attribute is worked down to nothing such that no stimuli can produce the painful response from our energetic configuration. For instance, once Fear is worked down to nothing, we will no longer feel Fear under any circumstances. Second, we automatically develop a subconscious sensitivity to the Attribute such that we can sense it within incoming information. For instance, if a Parasite sends us a message with an implication meant to induce subconscious Fear – an implied threat or such – we will be able to immediately see that the message includes an attempt to trigger Fear in our energetic configuration and we can discard it without paying it further mind. Once someone has Immunity, the Parasites will no longer have the means to bully them back into The Matrix - for instance using Peer Pressure to Shame them for not believing something that everyone else believes.

The Matrix

Everything is corrupted here – The Parasites have been in control of Humanity for thousands of years. This means that they’ve corrupted all of Love’s Natural Concepts here to in some way “bend them into The Matrix”. For instance, we are told that God is Love, and in the same breath told that He will bring fiery Judgment and slaughter billions during Armageddon. Obviously this makes no sense. In fact, most of the Parasite’s assertions make no sense, but they are accepted (as conjecture) because they’ve been in place for so long (tradition), they come from a trusted institution (such as religion) and/or because people are afraid of what will happen if they choose not to believe. God (In Reality the 5D Unified Consciousness Field) Is Love, but God is not the violence that the Parasites have added to twist him into the Insecure Authoritarian they need him to be for their religious power plays. Dimensional Light allows people to see the corruption all around them hiding in plain sight.

Thought Drops – At any time a Parasite can psychically connect to any human and insert a thought. In Psychic 3D, these thoughts are processed as being one’s own thoughts, and this allows the Parasites a very high measure of control over the energetic configuration and belief systems of the unaware. In Psychic 4D, these thoughts are processed as being from another psychic human. This has allowed the Parasites to set up a “God-Human” and “Angel-Human” versus “Demon-Human” paradigm in 4D that has psychics waging Dark Energy warfare against each other – all which the Parasites sit back laughing and dropping in their own Dark Energy and control mechanisms undetected whenever and wherever they so desire. Awakened Souls acknowledge the presence of Parasites in 4D, and therefore always blame Dark Energy pushes in 4D on Parasites because even if it was from a psychic human, it was still the result of Parasite Infrastructure.

Awakened Souls

People are waking up to the Truth all over the world. It is only a matter of time before we reclaim our planet from the Parasites on our way to Planetary Ascension. Awakened Souls are people who know what is Truly happening on this planet and they are doing everything they can to obliterate every single piece of The Matrix until there is nothing left.

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