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I Think of You

Chapter One: The Beginning

Soccer player!Cassian Andor x physical therapist!reader

Summary: You came to this country to learn the language and find work to pay off for school, nothing else. Getting a job as a physical therapist for the National soccer team was a plus and getting to see the star player, Cassian Andor, was a major plus as well. But what happens when your visa expires and immigration is on your tail? Your only hope resides in Cassian, who is more than willing to marry you until you can get your green card. What can go wrong?

Word count: 3.1k

A/N: This is going to be a series but I don’t know how long will it be. I didn’t explicitly say what country this is taking place in because I want everyone who reads this to feel included. So for example, if you’re from the U.S., you can pretend it takes place in Mexico since Diego Luna is from there. Or if you’re from Mexico, you can pretend it takes place in the U.S. or another country. I want all readers to feel included instead of being excluded. Big shout out to @tintinwrites for helping me think of a name for the series. I hope you all enjoy!

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You’ve never gotten used to the weather since you moved to this new place a few years ago, and frankly you were happy about it. It was a different feel altogether, one that shouldn’t be taken for granted. In the past, mornings like these would’ve repulsed you but now you couldn’t wait. You’re life was seemingly perfect, and you wanted to keep it that way. Who could blame you? You’ve worked hard to get the job you have now and moved to an unfamiliar place and learn a whole new language. Others would’ve called you crazy or a dreamer, but really you were an achiever; something you always prided yourself on.

You couldn’t wait to get into work, even if you were at your current job for going on three years now. But it was never dull working as a physical therapist for The Rebels, one of the popular soccer teams in the country. Their fan base was huge, so naturally it’s difficult to find a position working for them. But yet again, you didn’t take things lightly, and worked hard to get where you’re at. Mon Motha, one of the owners of the Rebels, knew about you only because you treated so many of the players and they regarded you with high esteem. Apparently, you heard through the grapevine that she jokes around saying you play a part in the backbone that keeps the team together. You try not to think about it from time to time, but it does place a smile on your face.

Upon entering the building where you set up shop, you passed by Coach Draven, another key member of the team that knew you well. He gave you his usual quick “good morning” and a nod of his head. Practice started early as always, and he never took things lightly. He constantly drilled the players so they were always prepared for everything, since there were teams that prefer to play dirty. Because of this, many players from the Rebels face injury and then have to go through physical therapy. That’s where you come in. But more often than not, it was usually one player...

As you entered the office, Cassian Andor was already sitting in a chair in the waiting area. Cassian was the team captain, and took his position seriously; enforcing his teammates to take the coach’s orders and carrying the burden of a loss on his shoulders. He played with passion and left everything on the field when the game was done. Due to this, Cassian always found himself with some sort of a minor injury. It was mostly his knees. After years of playing, it was the only thing that ever caused him real pain. He would come almost everyday, before and after practice, to do special exercises in order to prevent pain while playing. You never minded, in fact you enjoyed his company in a way. He’s much different when he was alone compared to when he’s around his team. You smiled at Cassian; punctual as always.

“Good morning, Captain Andor,” you greeted, the native language of this country flowing off your tongue after years of practice.

“Good morning,” he replied, a small smile playing on his lips.

Cassian knew the drill by now. Once you set your things by your desk, he heads to the room in the back and lies down on the cushioned yet paper clad table. He brought his feet to rest on the surface so his knees were in the air. You entered the room, asking questions about how’s he doing and how his knees feel as you thoroughly wash your hands before touching him.

Cassian’s skin was always warm, probably due to the weather outside. It was soccer season, so of course it would be warm. But a part of you wondered if he skin was just like that. You performed the same exercises as always, stretching his legs and counting while doing so. After three years of doing this every morning, it never grew old either.

“So,” Cassian said after finishing another stretch. “Any plans tonight?”

He always asked that question, and you always gave the same response. After years of living here, you never ventured out to see what the country truly had to offer. Every once and awhile, your roommate, Jyn, would drag you out to a bar or club, but that’s the farthest you’ve gone.

“The usual,” you replied. “Just me, my couch, and a book I’ve been meaning to read.”

You heard Cassian let out a huff of laughter.

“You really need to get out more,” he sighed as you put some pressure on the side of his knee.

“I know,” you sighed in return.

It was a thought that always plagued your mind. Despite everything you achieved, you could no longer lie to yourself. At times you have felt a little lonely with the lack of a dating life and your roommate being out on most nights. To be completely honest with yourself, you thought of asking Cassian to accompany you to a new place. However, you didn’t want to mix work with your personal life, and threaten any friendship you may have with the captain of the team.

“All done,” you announced. Cassian got up from his position, sitting on the edge of the table. You watched fondly as he moved his arms about, and swinging his legs like a child. Cassian hopped down, and gave you a boyish grin, one you only saw within these four walls. “Good luck at practice today.”

“Thank you,” he said.

You watched as Cassian left the office, your heart falling a bit as he disappeared. You couldn’t help but let out a sigh. That’s a line you certainly didn’t want to cross.

***

Cassian always scolded himself when he showed up too early to your morning sessions. He hated how excited he was to see you, and he hated how you could break down all his inner walls, something he so carefully put together throughout the years, with a simple smile. But ultimately, he hated these foreign feelings that have been three years in the making.

Cassian has never felt this way about a person, ever. Heat blooms throughout his body causing his palms to go sweaty. His mouth becomes the Saharra desert as his mind transforms into a whirlwind of thoughts. He’s never felt so off guard before. On the soccer field, he was cold and calculating, focused on one thing...winning. With you, however, it was the opposite. He was a bumbling mess of a human; something he tries to hide whenever you’re around.

There has always been a part of him that wanted to ask you out. He couldn’t deny it, but he saw something more with you, but was never able to take those first steps. Every time he asks you for your plans that night, he chickens out last minute replying with plans of his own. It’s like he see the goal open, but could never kick the ball in.

Cassian shook away any thoughts of you. He couldn’t let them interfere with his performance. Cassian stepped on the field, and went to work.

He listened carefully to Coach Draven’s orders, taking mental notes to carry out the actions with perfection. He ran as fast as he could, and handled the ball with control. Maybe one day, after a win, the adrenaline would give him the fuel to ask you out. No, he scolded himself. Not now. Don’t think about her now.

The sound of Draven’s whistle pulled Cassian out of his thoughts. He looked up to see it was the signal for a water break, something he desperately needed at that moment. He didn’t notice it until he looked at the sun, but they’ve been practicing for hours now. He was slightly amazed on how transfixed he was that he lost track of time. Cassian sat on the bench, chugging down as much water as he could, before an anxious intern from the offices bumped his back. Cassian coughed from the unexpected action, and gave an icy glare at the baby-faced intern, who looked like a deer caught in head lights.

“S-sorry,” the intern stuttered out. Cassian watched as the boy played with the ends of his long sleeve shirt, looking around nervously, before returning his gaze back to him. “Do you know where Y/N L/N is?”

Cassian was taken aback upon the mention of your name. He lifted his hand, pointing to the building where your office was, closer to the practice field than any other building on the campus.

“Second floor, third door when you get off the elevator.”

The intern nodded his head, and began a brisk walk to your building. Curiosity bloomed in Cassian, but he quickly shook it off. He couldn’t think about you, not now.

***

Anxiety washed over you as you sat outside of the conference room. Thirty minutes ago, an intern burst into your office with an urgent message for you to come and meet with the team’s board of members, including the owners. Your stomach felt like it was put through the ringer, and your head pounded with the force of a thousand drums. You didn’t think you did anything wrong throughout your three year employment, but still every wrong thing you’ve done since childhood flooded your mind.

You turned your whole body towards the door when the click of the lock being opened reached your ears. Mon Motha stuck her head out and motioned for you to enter.

The floor felt uneven and difficult to navigate as you entered the room, a dozen pair of eyes peered into you as you sat at the only empty seat, the one across from Mon Motha.

“Miss L/N,” her calm voice filling the silence in the air. Tension so thick it could be cut with a knife. “Do you know why you are here?”

No words could come to your mouth. All you could do was shake your head.

“Miss L/N,” Bail Organa said, taking the lead. “There have been rumors going around, and if they’re true, it could cause possible damage to the Rebels.” You remained silent, staring at the co-owners intently with a wide gaze. Rumors? About you? “It has been heard and said that your visa has expired for some time now and you’ve been residing in this country illegally. Is this true?”

Your wish for the earth to open up and swallow you whole has never been stronger than this moment. Your heart pounded against your rib cage, the air leaving your lungs, and the sound of blood roaring in your ears. You looked down at the wood pattern of the table, not bearing to match their gazes.

“Yes,” you murmured. “They’re true.”

“Explain,” Mon Motha commanded coldly.

You took a deep breath, trying to tame your wild nerves.

“Well,” you began. “I never meant for my visa to get expired. It’s just that I’ve been so enthralled with my job and the Rebels, that it slipped my mind. Plus I only got one notice, a couple of days before the expiration date. Besides, it’s only been a few months-”

“A few months is long enough,” Bail sighed, rubbing his forehead. “If our rival, the Empire, gets a hold of this information they could destroy our credibility. Sponsors will pull out, attendance will dwindle, and the Rebels would cease to exist.”

“I’m so sorry,” you said. Tears threatened to spill from the anxiety that built up within you. You can’t cry now, not in front of all these people. “I’ve never meant for this to happen, and I didn’t think that it could hurt the team. I love this team!”

“We know, Y/N,” Mon Motha said. “But we need to take action before the media finds out.”

“Miss L/N,” a man said, gaining your attention. He looked clean and sleek, didn’t seem like the type to mess around or go out to have a drink with. “My name is Charles Anderson, the team’s attorney. I’ve analyzed your situation carefully and have came up with a few possible solutions.” You nodded your head, hanging on his every word. “Now, you could return to your country of origin and reside there until you have been cleared for a new visa.”

“Which is ridiculous,” Bail interceded. “We’ll need you for when the season starts and we won’t know when your new visa will be approved even if we pulled some strings-”

“Or,” Anderson said, rather loudly, cutting off Bail. “We can have you applied for a marriage license here so your spouse’s citizenship could protect you until either the season is over or you apply for citizenship yourself. Of course with this, you’ll have to apply within the next month or so.”

“But,” you interjected, trying to gather your thoughts and bearings. “I don’t have a boyfriend or anything. How can you expect me to meet someone and marry them within a month?”

“Actually,” Bail said, arching his eyebrow towards you with his hands clasped right in front of his face. “We were thinking that you’ll marry someone on the team.”

Your stomach twisted at that thought. For so long you didn’t want to cross the line between work and a personal relationship, but now it seemed you didn’t have a choice.

“What?” you asked, disbelief and shock gripping your mind and heart.

“Think about it,” Mon said. “We’ll get ahead of any allegations that the Empire might make. We’ll say you and a player on the team were having a private relationship and make it seem that you two have been together longer than a month. Plus, with the player’s popularity, nobody will even begin to question your status in the country, and even root for the marriage. You’ll be protected in the eyes of the public. Anderson will draw up a contract for the two of you to sign so that after a year or so, you guys can divorce without raising any eyebrows and you’ll be able to stay in the country.”

You heard every word, but after awhile, it sounded like you were underwater. Muffled noise mixed together into nonsense. You were still in shock. Married for a year to someone you didn’t know well? Plus you’ll have to make the marriage look believable. And then divorce? You never saw yourself getting married so soon, much less divorce. But this was your only viable option. What else could you do?

***

Cassian wiped off the remaining droplets of water off his chest as he stepped out of the shower room. A cold shower was something he needed after today’s rigorous training and how his thoughts of you slightly got away from him during it.

Cassian approached his designated locker and began to dress. He wanted to make sure he wasn’t sweaty and smelly before going to meet you for the after practice therapy session. Cassian watched as Bodhi took a seat at the bench in front of his locker. Cassian liked to think of Bodhi as his second in command when guiding the team on the field. Bodhi always followed orders even if he doubted himself at times. He’s a good teammate, as well as being one of Cassian’s best friends.

“So,” Bodhi began, running his towel through his wet hair. “Did you hear about Y/N?”

Cassian stopped his movements for a split second at the mention of your name. He kept his eyes trained on the locker wall, not wanting to look at Bodhi in effort to hide any indication of his feelings toward you. But Cassian had to admit, he was intrigued. Especially since there’s been an intern that was looking for you earlier that day.

“No,” Cassian said, leaving it at that for now.

“Well, I talked to that young intern... you know the one that disturbed our practice earlier? Anyways, apparently the team’s board had a sit down with Y/N.”

Cassian looked back at Bodhi upon hearing that. He tried to keep his voice steady, even if panic threatened to break through.

“What do you mean?”

“Apparently,” Bodhi said in a low voice just above a whisper, leaning on his forearms that rested on his knees so no one else could hear. “Y/N’s visa is expired, and the board is saying she has to marry someone quick so she can stay for the season.”

Cassian’s heart fell through his chest and landed on the floor, nearly breaking. Your visa expired? You were always so responsible, he couldn’t believe that a perfect person like you could be in a situation like this. He needed to see you.

Cassian rushed to put on the rest of his clothes, shoving his feet in his shoes before leaving the locker room, not saying another word to Bodhi. The only thing that he had on his mind was you.

***

Your head still ached, even after leaving that dreaded conference room. You wanted to go home, talk about this situation with Jyn, and wallow in your sadness until you fall asleep. But deep down, you didn’t want to go home, not yet at least. You still had your therapy session with Cassian. To be completely honest, you wanted to see him; as if he could solve everything with one simple smile. That’s what you needed, his smile.

As if he read your thoughts, Cassian walked into your office, a look of urgency traced in his eyes but quickly replaced with relief upon setting his gaze on you. You got up from your desk and approached the door to the exam room.

“Hey Cass,” you sighed, trying to hide anything that might give away your awful situation.

“Hi,” he replied nervously, which you decided not to look into.

You washed your hands as Cassian laid down on the exam table. You had him perform the usual exercises for his knees, the silence in the room deafening. It was a little more difficult to get him to cooperate today for some reason. You felt the tension build up in his knees, something that only ever happened to him when there was something bothering him. After three years of physical therapy, you could tell if there is something off. His words might say otherwise, but his body told the truth. You let out a sigh.

“What’s wrong, Cassian?” you asked, making eye contact with him.

“Nothing,” he replied, shaking his head before resting it on the table surface.

“Come on, Cass,” you urged, squeezing his knee gently. “I know there’s something on your mind.”

“Okay,” he said, taking a deep breath.

He did his final stretch before moving to get off the table. You turned around and approached the sink, washing your hands and preparing yourself to listen to what he has to say. Maybe he’s stressing about “the secret weapon” that the Empire supposedly has. Taking a paper towel, you turn back around to face him, wiping your hands dry before looking up to him.

Or down...

“Y/N L/N,” Cassian started, kneeling down on one knee. “Will you marry me?”

To be continued...

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miaouerie · 3 years

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whumptober 2020 ------ day 30. wound reveal

@whumptober2020 Rebelcaptain Hunger Games AU: Cassian is Jyn’s mentor in the 70th Hunger Games. After being crowned victor at fifteen years old, Cassian is all-too-familiar with what it takes to bring a tribute home, and what becoming a victor really means.

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“And remember, Jyn: one fighter with a sharp stick and nothing to lose…”

“Can take the day,” Jyn finishes reciting faithfully.

Saw looks at her with pride, before lowering his voice. “It is my hope you’ll have more than a sharp stick in the Arena. Your mentor will be whom you rely on to improve your odds; impress him and he can get you what you need to survive. I’ve taught you plenty—but how far you get won’t be based on your fighting skills alone.”

Jyn frowns; he can only be talking about Cassian Andor. “He hasn’t brought back any of his tributes. How can I trust him to help me?”

Saw lowers his voice even further. “You can’t. He’s been in the eyes of the Capitol for too long. But he’s your only hope in the Arena. Therefore, your only hope to get out.”

Saw’s words rattle around in her head as Jyn lies in her bunk. The way the train car gently sways on its tracks as it speeds its way towards the Capitol could almost be soothing, except for the fact that they’re hurtling their way to near-certain death.

…no, she can’t think like that. She tells herself it’s only a reflexive fear, borne of the circumstances that she’s been forced into of all the sheer, rotten luck in Panem. If only she hadn’t gotten reaped, she and Saw would have been able to complete their mission, then abscond out of District 5 as planned. She could have been seeing her mother again in a week’s time. If only…

Well, no use in dwelling on it now. She turns onto her side facing the bulkhead, determined to get some shut-eye before the morning brings with it the next day.

And with the next day will come the next time she sees Cassian. What transpired a few hours ago comes to mind unbidden—she had thought herself clever for kissing him to quiet his words (was he really so foolish to not think about the train being bugged?), but after he spotted the Peacekeeper approaching he reacted in kind. Taking her into his arms in a false display of intimacy like that. And it worked; the Peacekeeper quickly left them alone.

But then there was that kiss before they bid each other goodnight. He didn’t have to kiss her then, did he?

Jyn forces herself to stop thinking so she can go to sleep.

The morning of their first full day in the Capitol has Jyn waking up to three sharp knocks on her door.

“Jyn Erso. Breakfast is in the dining room.” That Capitol accent can only belong to Davits Draven, their escort. “I’d advise you to eat before you have your meeting with your stylist.”

The stylist. Kay. She had met them and the other stylist for Joule last night when they were prepared for the Opening Ceremony. But she already knew who they were in the way that most people in the districts, from the Games’ mandatory viewing, were familiar with the faces of stylists and mentors and victors and commentators amidst the ever-changing pool of tributes. Kay’s surgical augmentations were distinctive compared to the Capitol trends that ranged between somewhat natural and grotesque; his body was covered with a matte chrome synth skin, save for his face and hands which were kept as—presumably—his own pale skin tone. His eyes shone with a luminescence in the viewing stands that she could see from the chariot as the horses pulled to a stop around the City Circle during last night’s Opening Ceremony.

Jyn gets out of bed, selects a normal-looking outfit from the closet, and joins the rest of the party in the dining room. Joule is talking to Cassian, probably for the first time since he went catatonic at the reaping. But at the sound of the glass doors sliding open, their attention is turned to her.

“Good morning Jyn,” Cassian says, his tone perfectly placid. “Care for some breakfast?”

She sits there and eats quietly while the conversation flows around her. Compared to the intensity that radiated off of him last night, his conversation with Joule gives off the feeling of being polite yet distant; she vaguely wonders if he wrote off her district partner as she already has.

At the conclusion of their breakfast and after Draven comes to collect Joule first for the meeting with his stylist, Cassian crosses over to her side of the table and sits down next to her. “He’s pleasant enough,” he says about Joule, “but I’m not convinced he has a chance to make it out of the bloodbath if he freezes up like that again.” He gives her a wry look. “I trust that I don’t have to worry about that with you?”

Jyn knows he’s thinking about the way she slammed the cabin door shut on the train and then tried to fight her way through a squadron of Peacekeepers; she recalls the memory with a grin. “Trust goes both ways, right? I’ll show you what I’ve got in the Training Center.”

Draven brings the three of them down to the level that houses the enormous gymnasium they’re to train in for the next three days and leaves them there. Joule seems at a loss for what to do but Cassian offers to point out some of the more useful, rudimentary survival skill stations, so Jyn decides to take her own tour around the periphery.

There’s the weapon stations, of course: swords, spears, knife-throwing and the like. Then there’s the skill stations, like knot tying and snares and camouflage. Then she sees there are trainers available for hand-to-hand combat.

Her hands have been itching to come to blows with someone since that Peacekeeper held a gun to her head and Draven informed her, in his gratingly crisp Capitol accent, that there was no escaping the fate decided for her the moment her name was drawn in the reaping. She decided right then and there she was going to change it in her favor.

So she goes to the combat station and easily spars with a Capitol attendant there. It’s just like sparring with Uncle Saw, so with a few words and a jerk of her head she has the other trainers that were supposed to be available for other tributes join in; first, as two against her, and then she takes on all three. The sparring match finally ends when she’s knocked to the ground and a foot is planted firmly on her chest, but the grin the trainer’s giving her doesn’t seem mean-spirited as they help her back up. It’s only while she takes a moment to fix her bun and catch her breath that she sees what an audience she’s gathered, including attention from the Gamemakers, and that’s when the lunch session is called.

Disappointingly, Cassian is nowhere to be seen when she quickly scans the people who had been watching her. But she does accept the invitation from the Career pack to sit at their table for lunch.

Jyn doesn’t see Cassian again until that evening after Draven comes to collect them back up to their floor in the Tower. He’s sitting in the dining room with Kay, in different clothes than she saw him in that morning. Not that she noticed.

“I heard you impressed quite a few people in training today,” Cassian says as they eat their dinner. “How was she, Joule?”

Joule has gone quiet again. He fleetingly makes eye contact between her and Cassian before he nods his head, once.

Jyn decides to save them from the awkward pause that’ll follow. “If you stuck around, perhaps you would’ve seen it.”

A look of surprise crosses his face before Cassian lets out a short laugh. “I would’ve loved to see you sweep three trainers, but I’ll have to wait and see you in the Games. It’s up to you if you want to team up with the Careers or not but you’ve certainly got their attention, both as a potential ally and an enemy; take care to remember that. I want the both of you to check out all the weapons stations to get an idea of what will be available in the Arena but make sure you spend enough time learning survival skills. And Joule…”

The stricken sixteen-year-old boy looks up.

Cassian softens his tone. “I’m doing my best to secure sponsors for both of you. It’ll pay off in the Arena but I need you to survive for that to happen, so make the best of the next two training days and then we’ll go over final interview strategy with Draven. Alright?”

Surely he must know that Joule doesn’t stand a chance, Jyn thinks. But there’s something in the set of his shoulders, giving her the impression that he’s giving himself a pep talk as much as he is to them.

The evening following their private sessions with the Gamemakers is when the tributes’ evaluation scores are released. For the gamblers the scores dictated the odds to bet on in macabre betting pools; for the tributes, each score was a sign of who’s a threat and who can be ignored or—for the Careers—who will be easy pickings. When Jyn’s picture is shown on the screen followed by a 11, the others congratulate her and she smiles her thanks as she thinks about Saw. Is he watching her on national broadcast? He has to be, if he’s still in District 5. Would he feel proud of her so far?

But then she has an upsetting thought: what if he’s already left the district? What if he was able to complete the mission without her and he’s already gone off to the rendezvous? What if he’s already written her off as good as dead?

She can’t afford to think about that. After dinner she goes to the roof, wanting to get some air and privacy without locking herself up in her room. This will be the only time she’ll let herself cry, and then it’s game on. Tomorrow is the last day before the Games begin, and she’ll be spending the entirety of it with Draven and Cassian.

She finds a bench to sit down on, draws her knees up to her chest and hugs her face to her thighs. It takes a moment for the tears to come, as unused to crying as she is, but she lets out the sobs and sniffles as much as she’s able to without letting herself dwelling too much on her doubts.

When someone sits down next to her she somehow already knows it’s Cassian. He lightly touches her shoulder as if to ask permission, and when she finally peeks at him from the shelter of her arms he scoots a little closer and carefully wraps a comforting arm around her back.

They stay like that for a while until Jyn’s sure the tears have dried up. Then she asks, “Why’d you follow me up here?”

“I’m your mentor. You��re my tribute,” he says with amusement, as if the answer should’ve been obvious. “But… I wanted make sure you’re alright. You’ve held up strong so far, Jyn. I know you’re committed to winning this thing.”

“I am, it’s just…” Jyn bites her lip. “I can’t help being nervous.”

“Nobody can.”

“I keep thinking about the worst.”

“…Do you want help getting your mind off of it?”

Jyn can’t help how her lips quirk up at that. “Why, are you offering?”

Cassian doesn’t hesitate. “Whatever you need. I said it on the first night; I want to help you in any way possible.”

She knows there’s suggestive intent in his words. But the way that he says it expresses a pure, earnest wish to help.

So, she doesn’t feel bad when she leans in to kiss him.

She can’t help but think about that last kiss and the make-out session that followed each time a silver parachute comes to her in the Arena. She’s received ten so far; in the past Games Jyn’s watched, it’s the Careers who receive the most gifts from sponsors eager to help their favored tributes win. While there were some morally repugnant people in the districts who were betting on the same tributes, ultimately only those in the Capitol could impact the odds; nobody in the districts had that much spare money to frittle away gambling on the deaths of children.

As the Games continued on, the price of sending gifts and aid increased. Even in the Capitol there was a hierarchy to sponsorship, with only the wealthiest sponsors holding sway in the endgame. The Games commentators often interviewed those uber philanthropists on the public broadcast of the Games and so Jyn even knew some of their names: Laertes Crake, Cygnus Vondel, Trimalchio Plena. Having made it this far, she wonders if any of the boons she’s received were sponsored by any of them.

It’s nighttime in the Arena. Jyn rests in the shadows of a ruined entryway, taking care to remain concealed. An unnaturally full moon illuminates the ruins of the game field; the Gamemakers made it so that each night alternated between bright moonlight and the darkness of a new moon. With each night, instead of resting, the tributes found themselves playing a deadly game of moving shadows and evasion and hunts in the dark.

Jyn wouldn’t have gotten this far in the Games without Cassian’s help; he had sent her heat vision goggles early on. The gift enabled her to evade the other tributes until more death cannons were fired, and when it came time to go on the offensive she had a frightening advantage.

But that boy from the Career pack must have gotten his hands on a pair too, because how else could he have known she was going to ambush them? He’d cut her with his blade, poisoning her with a paralytic, and she had genuinely believed she was going to die that very night. But true to her mentor’s word, the sight of a silver parachute some hours into the darkness of a new moon cut through her panic; inside was a sweet syrup that faded away the worsening stiffness in her body and left her feeling rejuvenated. She was able to get some good, actual rest for once that night.

This night hopefully she will, too. Tomorrow will be the day she has to attack the alliance stronghold, otherwise the Gamemakers might decide to set muttations on them or create some other disaster to force them into action. As she starts to doze she thinks about him. Cassian.

Going into the Games she knew she had an advantage not even the Career tributes could fathom, by virtue of being secretly trained in insurgent and resistance tactics by her uncle. But she had also known that what Saw said in their last words to each other was right: she wouldn’t make it far without help from her mentor. She would make it past the bloodbath and survive maybe a few days, but when the real challenges began she’d get killed by something or other, and there’d go any chance of her making it back to District 5 to complete the mission and get away with Saw.

While Jyn knew she must have earned some sponsors with her score from the Gamemakers’ evaluations, Cassian was ultimately the one in charge of handling them and dispensing gifts to her in the Arena. He might even have marshalled for her cause when she was in dire straits, such as when she got poisoned by that blade. Back in the Capitol he must be doing a lot for her and she can’t even begin to grasp what all of that could possibly entail; she owed him more than she could put words to.

And better still yet, after each night and day of fighting to stay alive, it felt nice and reassuring to be cared for. To know that somewhere beyond the Arena there was somebody from back home who was doing everything they could to help you. Because they believed in you. If she died in the ensuing struggle tomorrow she could at least die knowing that.

But if… when she wins, it wouldn’t be a lie to say she’s looking forward to seeing him again. To thank him. To let him know he sustained her both physically and emotionally throughout the Games. That just thinking of their last kiss on the rooftop did something to help to temper her fears, soothe her nerves after the stress of each day, and feel more ready to face the world about to kill her.

She thinks about these things, tucks them into the warm recesses of her heart. She might be facing certain death tomorrow but she won’t let his help be in vain.

And then disaster strikes with the earthquake.

Time is moving too erratically for Jyn to keep up.

It had seemed immeasurably long when the earth and the Arena shook beneath her feet, sifting the crumbling ruins to dust and debris on top and around her. It was a miracle that she was still alive, that the collapse of ruins she was by had pinned her leg to the ground beneath two walls that fell to support each other. Her heart beat in absolute terror, loudly and wildly out of her chest, as she waited for the dust to settle and for any possible aftershocks to finally strike her dead.

But time sped up once more once she had freed herself and made it to the general location that the alliance hideout formerly was. One moment she was emerging from her almost-tomb and in the next moment she’s leaning against the remains of a doorway to catch her breath, hardly knowing how many tributes she could take on or how many even survived.

When that dust-covered hand grabbed her ankle she had fallen in slow motion; after the eternity of one long second she was on her back, coughing as the wind was knocked out of her. Then it took several minutes to dig out her last foe—slitting her throat had only taken a second—and longer minutes still for her to bleed out and die.

Then a hovercraft whisks her away from the Arena faster than she could blink. But when it touches down and she disembarks in a stumble, the first person she sees is Cassian.

He looked as beautiful as anyone Jyn had ever known; time slows down in the beat of two seconds but she doesn’t even make it into his arms before she feels a prick and her vision suddenly tunnels out. But she still saw him, and when she sees him still in the strange, continual twilight the sedatives keep her under she’s comforted.

He’s there when she wakes up.

It takes a while for the disorientation to wear off, but when it does she realizes that the warmth in her left hand is his hand holding hers, gently. Her vision’s still blurry but she doesn’t need to wait for it to clear to know that it’s Cassian sitting next to her, just like she knew it was him that night on the roof. Aside from his genuine smile he looks so flawlessly styled—manufactured—as all things were in the Capitol. She had liked the scruff on his jawline and the stubble heading down his throat from when they had boarded the train, but after they arrived Kay had personally made sure Cassian’s facial hair was meticulously groomed. Not a hair where it needn’t be.

She wonders how long it will take to grow back once they’re back in District 5. Back home in District 5…

“How are you feeling?” he asks.

“How long have I been out for?”

“Five days. The poison that Career used to paralyze you came from a muttation; they had to detoxify your blood and run a lot of tests to make sure that it was all gone. Now, how are you feeling?”

Jyn tries to answer, but the way Cassian is looking at her makes her feel a little floaty, a little warm; like maybe the sedatives haven’t fully worn off yet. But she does manage to say, “I’m feeling okay. Thank you. Really. For taking care of me in there.”

Cassian’s gaze softens to something less intense, but still profound. He looked at her the same way after their make-out session on the rooftop, so she isn’t surprised when he leans in to kiss her.

He has to prop one arm on the other side of the bed to steady himself as their lips meet. It’s soft, chaste; they meet again, and again, and then he leans in close to her ear.

“Do you remember our first kiss on the train?”

Of course she does. “I do; why?”

“Can you pretend like that for me again? Once we’re out of here?”

It’s said like a flirt, but his words snap Jyn back to full awareness of their situation: she has just won the 70th Hunger Games. She had been resting and unconscious for the past few days but once she’s discharged Kay and the prep team are going to prepare her for the Closing Ceremony. To be paraded in front of the Capitol on Panem’s national broadcast as the newest victor, with her stylist, prep team, escort, and mentor. And then she will be crowned by President Snow.

Her mind flits over all of their conversations. Are they in trouble? They had talked about treasonous things, but that was under the sound of a thousand tinkling wind chimes; she’s sure that Cassian wouldn’t have brought her there for a private talk to be eavesdropped on.

Or by ‘pretend’, does he mean how they faked a passionate moment to deflect suspicion?

That must be it; she can read in his face the plea for her to understand. With him this close to her, she notices there’s a tension to his body that belies the playfulness of his words.

Jyn nods before reaching to pull him closer to her and kiss him again. For now she wants to ease his worry; Cassian will tell her in due time, and then they can face it together. After the last two weeks Jyn is confident they can.

#whumptober2020 #no.30 #wound reveal #rogue one #the hunger games #fic #sacchi writes #cassian andor #jyn erso #rebelcaptain #we finally got here lads #no warnings except if you've been keeping up with this story expect a boatload of dramatic irony angst #word count: 3.6k

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DRUNK LIVEBLOG OF THE AKALLABETH BC I PROMISED @rose-of-the-bright-sea

Uh unfortunately i’m not too drunk since once again my job was to bounce everyone once the party ended but uhhh it is early morning and i’m still not asleep and i did just spend 5 hours dancing and doing shots so...

ANYWAY: first scene of the Akallabeth, remember how the edain were the only Men who fought against morgoth in the war of wrath etc, and when morgoth was defeated the Evil Men who fought for him ran away and conquered all the Stupid Men who were still living in the middle earth area and these men’s lives sucked and were constantly attacked by orcs and monsters and they were dumb and wild and stuff. this explanation is like 20 kinds of LMAO NARRATIVES but also not like, in a lying way, just in a framing way.

otoh the edain got given a giant island in the middle of the ocean as a reward for fighting against morgoth and stuff, osse and aule and yavanna did it. (valar: ‘have an island way out in the sea’ elros: ‘SOUNDS LEGIT’). meanwhile the elves of ME are long-sufferingly granted permission to come to tol eressea because their lives kinda suck. the difference in the tone of the edain’s gift and the elves’ gift is totally not noticed by the narrator but the fact that avallone was build on the eastern edge of tol eressea where it could be seen from numenor is. lol.

there’s this super gorgeous entrancing description of how earendil burned super bright so that he shone night and day and the edain followed him over the calm enchanted sea until they found the island of numenor -- andor the land of gift, elenna that is starwards. however we all know all this incredible rich storytelling stuff isn’t important compared to the tiny scrap of smugness that can be wrung out of making elros hate earendil and/or elves, bc everyone knows that no character’s narrative matters except the feanorians’.

elves of ME also brought all the edain to numenor and elves of tol eressea gave the edain a ton of tools and gifts and stuff to help build their new nation, but you know it’s fun to headcanon elros as a bitter chest-puffing supercilious self-satisfied little prick who finds these elves embarrassing and blinkered and their existence pitiful and tut-tuttingly Wrong. bc that makes sense and is woke for some reason.

the numenoreans became taller than all the sons of middle earth, not all the men of middle earth, so numenoreans are taller than elves. also they didn’t have a lot of kids, bc i guess population explosions on islands with almost no death outside of like 300 years of old age is a Bad Time.

also “and the light of their eyes was like the bright stars” hahahahahahahahaha lmao! kill me! lies down. does not get up.

WHITE TREE FRACTALS

the numenoreans are super cool and get to talk and visit with both elves of tol eressea and elves of middle earth, which seems to lead to the completely inescapable conclusion that numenor is a place where the peoples of all lands can pass messages to one another but this is never mentioned. the numenoreans could totally also have prob defeated the evil human kings of middle earth if they tried but they were totes peaceful -- at an undefined point in time. nice vague timeline blurring bruh.

instead they like, instructed the dumb middle earth men on how to grow grain and grind flour and make stuff out of wood bc uh i guess the middle earth men are too dumb to figure it out, for “the ordering of their life, such as it might be in the lands of swift death and little bliss” hahahahahaha this is the most condescending line in the entire silm it’s great.

then the numenoreans start getting dissatisfied with how they still gotta die and stuff. it’s vaguely described as being something to do with how even their long lives are still not as long as elves’ loves, but every time i read this it reminds me how pissed about mortality i’d be if my great-great-great-uncle who was totally allowed to choose to become immortal kept popping in to talk about how he got to see the cool millennia of my country’s history first hand and debate with my revered ancestral founding king. so.

however the numenoreans totally brush over these sorts of super compelling and sympathetic and valid points and instead just whine about how they’re A Bigshot Kewl Superior Race and HDU Say We Can’t Control Everything If We Wanna, 36 Presents? But Last Century I Got 37! because they’re fucking useless dumbasses.

The valar reply that Aman Will Not Make You Immortal, Yo, and also that elves being immortal and men being mortal aren’t rewards or punishments, which are reasonable points. they then go on to go ‘TBH shouldn’t WE be the ones envying YOU bc you get to peace out of this clusterfuck world, huh, huh whaddaya think about that. also btw the whole mortality thing is some Secret Plan To Fight Inflation eru came up with, and none of us will know it until you and a bajillion generations of your descendants are all dead, lol!!!!’ THANKS VALAR. THAT’S REALLY HELPFUL. GREAT JOB OF ACTUALLY ADDRESSING ANYTHING THE NUMENOREANS ARE BOTHERED ABOUT. KUDOS. i love dumb gods.

the numenoreans are super dissatisfied but instead of anything constructive the king decides to hold his breath and throw a tantrum stay king until he’s totally senile and his son is old, bc of spite, then numenor gets divided into the king’s men and the faithful. the faithful are also bleh about death but assume that the valar have some kind of good reason for what they said, because um, reasons, i guess. no one says if the reasons are more mindless dogma or more a grounding and strengthening faith, but since numenoreans sound like RL humans to a tee it’s probably both. the king’s men aren’t skeptics tho -- they just conquer and enslave and colonize and steal from middle earth, bc ‘the west was denied to them.’ some fans find this to be a ‘yes, but--’ where it’s not the best thing to do but sympathetic and better than those un-nietzschean faithful. i’m gonna assume every single person who finds this nod-worthy is as White as sour cream.

later on Ar-Gimilzor bans the Faithful’s language, sends secret police or smth to find out everyone who is Faithful and forcibly remove them from their homes, relocate them to Romenna, and corral and watch them, call them and the elves of tol eressea spies, chase them out of numenor, and force the faithful leader’s sister to marry the king. some fans still somehow think this was a morally grey and understandable thing to do because secular-culturally-christian libs are vile and have never parsed a history book in their lives.

Tar-Palantir becomes king after being secretly taught Faithful stuff by his secretly faithful mom, but nothing he does to fix things helps and he eventually dies young from depression. His daughter Tar-Miriel becomes queen but her cousin Ar-Pharazon forces her to marry him and give him the kingship instead. exactly how this happened remains unexplained! Boo! I want more details. Anyway Pharazon is a Fragile Masculinity poster boy and when sauron starts causing trouble he decides he’s just gotta go capture him and bring him to numenor to show off and stroke his ego, bc he is an Heir Of Eärendil and Respect Meehhh!! God this guy sounds SO UNPLEASANTLY FAMILIAR DOESN’T HE EH. (parenthetically i am delighted beyond words at how absolutely bang-on it is that the King’s Men, both here and earlier with the convo with the Valar, totally Do Not Mention the fact that they’re heirs of Elros, not just Earendil, bc that would be super inconvenient to their vision of themselves and their mortality grievance!! lol!!! i love it!!!! god!!!!!!!! *fingers and thumb in a circle emoji*).

anyway sauron is super smart and an awesomesauce genre-savvy villain and way too good for pharazon and he flatters him and manipulates him into making him his councilor and convinces him that the valar are lying and and to worship morgoth and slaughter the faithful by sacrificing them on.....hm....altars....as rebels and as scapegoats for all numenor’s Problems(TM)....>_>....lmao tolkien can be really fucking dumb and scattered about his mythology and religion patchworking, and yet the wokeness-masturbating section of fandom is infinitely worse in the most predictable ways.

WHITE TREE FRACTALS (this time featuring bonus BAMF and Super Awesome And Lovable 21 Year Old Isildur......have i mentioned recently how much i hate peter jackson......)

anyway when Pharazon has a mid-life crisis about getting old sauron also convinces him he can become immortal by invading aman, which he should totally do bc The Strong Do What They Will And The Weak Bear What They Must (remember this is tragically admirable if flawed, because it’s defying fate!) and a super armament is built to invade aman and ar-Pharazon’s ex-bff Amandil who’s secretly friends with the Faithful freaks and makes secret plans to sail to valinor to beg the valar to do something and has his son elendil prepare to go to middle earth to see the elves who are hunkered down there doing.....uhhhhh???? probably hiding from numenorean conquest????

but anyway when pharazon invades aman and chases the elves out of tol eressea and then tirion, he has a Uh-Oh I Think This Was A Bad Idea feeling but can’t back down now so he lands ashore and camps out around tirion and then manwe prays to eru to bail everyone out and says he will lay down rule of arda for a minute since he doesn’t know what to do, presumably a la ‘omg dad i fucked up and totally crashed your car,’ and eru solves this by getting ar-pharazon & co buried under a mountain until the end of the world (funny how so few fans ever address this thing re: tirion in valinor fanfic eh? oh yeah i forgot silm fans don’t give a shit about humans), opening up a big crack in the ocean, pulling aman and tol eressea out into space, turning the earth from flat to spherical, and letting the island of numenor get buried under the resulting tidal wave and fall down the crack to wherever. because you know overkill is great! also sauron is too busy doing an Evil Villain Laugh to realize he’s about to get drowned and he totally dies and has to make himself a new body out of Anger and he’s now ugly, which sucks for the fanartists.

anyway manwe saves elendil and his fleet (it doesn’t say manwe, but it does say ‘but the great wind took [elendil], wilder than any wind that Men had known, roaring from the west, and it swept his ships far away...’ which, duh) and they wind up washed up on middle earth, but totally grief-stricken over the destruction of numenor.

I can’t liveblog the rest any better than verbatim so I’ll just quote:

Among the Exiles many believed that the summit of the Meneltarma, the Pillar of Heaven, was not drowned for ever, but rose again above the waves, a lonely island lost in the great waters; for it had been a hallowed place, and even in the days of Sauron none had defiled it And some there were of the seed of Eärendil that afterwards sought for it, because it was said among loremasters that the far-sighted men of old could see from the Meneltarma a glimmer of the Deathless Land. For even after the ruin the hearts of the Dúnedain were still set westwards; and though they knew indeed that the world was changed, they said: 'Avallónë is vanished from the Earth and the Land of Aman is taken away, and in the world of this present darkness they cannot be found. Yet once they were, and therefore they still are, in true being and in the whole shape of the world as at first it was devised.'

For the Dúnedain held that even mortal Men, if so blessed, might look upon other times than those of their bodies' life; and they longed ever to escape from the shadows of their exile and to see in some fashion the light that dies not; for the sorrow of the thought of death had pursued them over the deeps of the sea. Thus it was that great mariners among them would still search the empty seas, hoping to come upon the Isle of Meneltarma, and there to see a vision of things that were. But they found it not. And those that sailed far came only to the new lands, and found them like to the old lands, and subject to death. And those that sailed furthest set but a girdle about the Earth and returned weary at last to the place of their beginning; and they said:

'All roads are now bent.'

Thus in after days, what by the voyages of ships, what by lore and star-craft, the kings of Men knew that the world was indeed made round, and yet the Eldar were permitted still to depart and to come to the Ancient West and to Avallónë, if they would. Therefore the loremasters of Men said that a Straight Road must still be, for those that were permitted to find it. And they taught that, while the new world fell away, the old road and the path of the memory of the West still went on, as it were a mighty bridge invisible that passed through the air of breath and of flight (which were bent now as the world was bent), and traversed Ilmen which flesh unaided cannot endure, until it came to Tol Eressëa, the Lonely Isle, and maybe even beyond, to Valinor, where the Valar still dwell and watch the unfolding of the story of the world. And tales and rumours arose along the shores of the sea concerning mariners and men forlorn upon the water who, by some fate or grace or favour of the Valar, had entered in upon the Straight Way and seen the face of the world sink below them, and so had come to the lamplit quays of Avallónë, or verily to the last beaches on the margin of Aman, and there had looked upon the White Mountain, dreadful and beautiful, before they died.

#observe my obsession #akallabeth

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Dragon Age Questions

Based on the post by @raesand.

01) Favorite game of the series?

Dragon Age: Origins. I had a lot of issues with Dragon Age II and especially Inquisition.

02) How did you discover Dragon Age?

I heard you had player choice in Origins so I thought it would be entertaining. I honestly didn't know too much about it and I was pleasantly entertained.

03) How many times you’ve played the games?

I have played Origins the most. Before the recton, the Magi Boon made me pretty happy as it was the option my Surana Warden had chosen to emancipate his people from servitude to the Chantry of Andraste and the Order of Templars. The Magi Boon recton and the rather questionable creative choices for the elves subsequently soured the game for me.

Runner up would be Dragon Age II, although that's because I did a canon run; I wasn't too pleased with how the game was incomplete and how passive Hawke was throughout the narrative, such as doing nothing about Meredith's dictatorship for three years. Hawke being religiously Andrastian no matter what (Gaider forgot that he included an option for the player to be an atheist in the Human Noble Origin in Origins, and similar options were available for the elven protagonist and the Warden-Commander in the Awakening expansion) and the poor paraphrasing with the dialogue options also made me feel disconnected from the character.

The Last Court was pretty fun. The Elegant Abbess brought Carver to my Marquis of Serault. The Cult of Masked Andraste reminds me of the mythos of Silent Hill. The Horned Knight was very interesting (the presence of the dryads and fauns present at the Heartwood Feast was a neat addition to the lore). The Dashing Outlaw was fun (she gets a full pardon).

I pretty much gave up on Inquisition after an initial run; I tried doing a canon run but the anti-Dalish sentiment I kept running into made the game extremely unpleasant to play through as an elven protagonist. Generally, I was extremely unhappy with the railroading (like being forced to side with the Chantry, despite Gaider and Laidlaw claiming before release that this wouldn't be the case) and the poor treatment of the Dalish elves.

04) Favorite race to play as?

Elves.

05) Favorite class?

Mages.

06) Do you play through the games differently or do you make the same decisions each time?

In Origins I entertained different choices with Zathrian's clan and the choices in Orzammar before coming to a canon decision.

07) Go-to adventuring group?

I prefer mixing it up.

08) Which of your characters did you put the most thought into?

My Surana Warden. Unlike some fans I do not imagine him wearing the Grey Warden armor introduced in Dragon Age II - he wears the Reaper's Vestments. "Reaper was an apostate mage who evaded the templars for many years before being captured. Part villain, part folk hero, it is said he led a charmed life avoiding dangers that would have killed lesser men."

His mother was one of the Night Elves during the civil war against Orlais. He was born in the Denerim Alienage, was forcibly taken from his mother by the templars at a young age, grew up to resent the Chantry controlled Circles (he was ideologically a Libertarian as he wanted the Circles of Magi to be autonomous), and he was a brilliant student of Irving's.

During the Fifth Blight, he was pragmatic, choosing to help Branka (since the Anvil historically provided a century of stability against the darkspawn), supported Taoran Hawkwind, aided the Antivan Crows, recruited Loghain to bring an end to the civil war and fold the tale of the Hero of River Dane into the story of Grey Wardens (to counter the anti-Warden sentiment that was established because of the tyrant Arland Theirin), killed the Messenger and opposed the Architect (there was a rather lengthy discussion at the now defunct BSN forums that brought up the prospect of sapient darkspawn wanting women to turn into Broodmothers in order to create new darkspawn that greatly shaped my decision).

His mother escaped captivity from the Tevinter slavers who had enslaved the Denerim elves during the Fifth Blight. Her freedom was due to the intervention of the Dalish in the Free Marches, including Clan Lavellan, attacking and killing the slavers, as the clans liberated many elves from the human slavers. His mother ended up joining Lanaya's clan when she discovered one of the pregnant elves was carrying her granddaughter.

My Surana Warden leaves the Warens to spend his remaining days with Morrigan and Keiran (who has black hair like both of his parents and looks Latino Antivan with an olive skin tone). Presumably his knowledge of blood magic should stave off the Calling if he was not able to find a way to rid his body of the taint (I lean towards the idea that he found a way).

09) Favorite romance?

DAO: My Surana Warden with Morrigan.

DA2: Merrill. Even if she was too good for Hawke.

The Last Court: The Elegant Abbess. My Marquis of Serault also discovered her role with the Cult of Masked Andraste.

DAI: No one. Although I like to imagine Revas meets Merrill post-game (I like to think Varric gifted my protagonist with the Hawke estate as part of the Comte boon).

10) Have you read any of the comics/books?

Yes.

11) If you read them, which was your favorite book?

None.

12) Favorite DLCs?

Awakening. Although my Surana Warden leaving with Morrigan in Witch Hunt makes it a close second for that alone.

13) Things that annoy you.

Inquisition's tendency to refuse to allow the player to have positive Dalish content without some anti-Dalish dialogue coming at your protagonist from advisers, companions, and even minor characters. It was getting incredibly annoying to deal with the incessant anti-elven rhetoric in a game that never held the Chantry of Andraste to account for the monstrous actions it committed for centuries, like criminalizing the elven faith or purging those of other faiths, or even being able to criticize Andrastians like Celene, who committed literal genocide in Halamshiral.

Also, why is the gameplay content in the occupied nation of the Dales, a predominantly elven region, focused on humans? And what is with the weird habit of the developers making characters of color into white characters?

14) Orlais or Ferelden?

Never Orlais, although I'd prefer the autonomous Dales freed from the Orlesian occupation.

15) Templars or mages?

Mages.

16) If you have multiple characters, are they in different/parallel universes or in the same one?

I don't have multiple characters in Dragon Age. Each game has a respective protagonist since certain choices have no appeal to me (like supporting the templars or tradition in Orzammar).

17) What did you name your pets? (mabari, summoned animals, mounts, etc.)

DAO: Dumat. My Surana Warden had a sense of humor.

DA2: Andoral. It had to do with the Archdemon who was slain during the Fourth Blight and the Hawke family connection to the Free Marches where the Archdemon was slain.

DAI: Sadly, there was no mabari. Maybe Andoral had puppies who stayed with Merrill.

18) Have you installed any mods?

I am on console, so unfortunately no.

19) Did your Warden want to become a Grey Warden?

My Warden wanted freedom from the Chantry at any cost.

20) Hawke’s personality?

That was determined mostly by Bioware, like being religiously Andrastian. Leaned mostly diplomatic after Act I.

21) Did you make matching armor for your companions in Inquisition?

No.

22) If your character(s) could go back in time to change one thing, what would they change?

I'm sure Revas would stop Solas much sooner if that was an option.

23) Do you have any headcanons about your character(s) that go against canon?

The 'three mage' recton has no place in my canon. While Inquisition prohibits the elven protagonist from doing anything to substantially help their people (which bothers me given the nature of the Inquisition), I prefer to imagine that Revas used the considerable fortune of the Inquisition to purchase land in the Free Marches for the clans of the Dalish to reside, and that the clans who worked with Revas would settle near Kirkwall. Revas uses the knowledge of the Well that he possesses to assist the Elvhen.

Revas would establish contact with the dwarves through the thaig in Sundermount for the lyrium trade, using the Nexus Golem there to incentivize them.

The Bone Pit (there are no monsters there anymore), which now belongs to Revas (along with the extensive Hawke estate), would be used to employ the Kirkwall Alienage elves. The Estate is where the plans against Solas take place.

Merrill and Revas get together (I imagine they met before during a previous Arlathvhen that took place). They get married. They have children. Revas does not have to sacrifice his beliefs or his culture for an Andrastian significant other.

The prospect of Merrill using her Eluvian knowledge to gain access to some of the Eluvian network, and establish a sanctuary for the Dalish away from the harmful Andrastian Chantry in Thedas, is also a very appealing one. So much about how this franchise presses the reset button on any elven progress annoys the hell out of me so keeping the Dalish on a continent full of bigots and genocidal leaders isn't really my ideal option.

24) Are any of your character(s) based on someone?

No.

25) Who did you leave in the Fade?

Hawke. Given his role in setting Corypheus free it was fitting that he gave his life to stop Nightmare.

Warden Loghain should have stayed to lead the Orlesian Wardens (which he would have hated) during this crisis with the Rift; it was a missed opportunity (then again, so many decisions in that game baffle me - like reducing a continental war to a small regional conflict and having the Wardens led around by the nose by a Saturday Morning Cartoon Villain).

26) Favorite mount?

I wanted Revas to have a halla mount.

#surana warden #dragon age: origins #merrill #dalish elf #dalish mage #blood mage #dragon age ii #dalish inquisitor #elven inquisitor #dragon age: inquisition

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stellacarrierscriptstories · 7 years

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Stella Carrier Script Stories Law of Attraction Edition Scripts 7-11

July 09, 2017

My psychic abilities and intuition expand each day.I am creating heaven on earthI’m aware of when to create opportunities for myself and that when one door closes many more doors open.I contribute to the best of my ability regardless of the reception I receive for doing so.

I Stella Carrier follow my intuition, logic, and bliss to include some of my goals and dreams in my law of attraction scripts

I give thanks that my life is getting better and even more blessed each day.

I give thanks for the multiple blessings in my life that I know are gifts from heaven; my great physical health, my amazing husband Rusty Ridler, the privilege of having been born an American female and getting to enjoy the multiple freedoms of such citizenship regardless of income fluctuations, the ability to follow and adhere to whatever spiritual beliefs that my heart desires etc.

I am in the process of becoming more cool,level-headed, and wise when it comes to how I conduct myself around my current work colleagues and future coworkers as I am now logically and intuitively aware that some of them may follow me to where I may reside within 7 years from now or less regardless if I am a private sector andor a government/military worker/employee.

I am in the process of developing the wise woman within and increasing my creativity.My life is getting better and better each day.

I also call upon the influence of the heaven higher planes of reality and the heaven/celestial influence of my heaven higher self, my heaven spirit ally team and my heaven higher self of the heaven worlds of divine love and divine happiness to imbue with heaven’s wisdom and heaven’s spiritual/benevolent light as I type these letters/scripts for both present and future.I Call Upon What I Imagine To Be The Influence of Benevolent Spirits From the Heavenly Realms, my higher self, and my celestial spirit ally team for creativity in both my writings and all other areas of my life both present and futureStart time for scripts that I started keeping track of after completing script 8 12:10 p.m.Goal End time to complete scripts 1242 pmActual completion by 12:57 p.m.

Stella Carrier Script Stories Law of Attraction Edition Scripts 7-11

Stella Carrier Script Stories Law of Attraction Edition Script 7 Wednesday July 5, 2017The time period is now June 1, 2028. I Stella Carrier am among one of the highest paid women affiliated with the United States Navy. In Return,I Stella Carrier give the most superb customer service and perform the best of quality in the capacity of my field of employment/career. Starting 2027, I go on to achieve much career and money success and have in my possession at least $500,00 dollars after taxes or more. I live with more freedom and achieve my dream of having increased wisdom, inner joy, and intuition.

Stella Carrier Script Stories Law of Attraction Edition Script 8 Thursday July 6, 2017The time period is now June 1, 2020. I Stella Carrier am making over 3300 dollars after taxes each month and have both a completely paid for home and car in Norfolk Virginia. My place of employment allows me to leave by 2 pm on Fridays and be off from work until Monday morning. As a result, I Stella Carrier am able to visit my husband in the Washington D.C. area at least two weekends a month and I give him at least 200 dollars after taxes each month to do whatever he pleases with. Many times, we visit various malls and places around the Washington D.C. area. I go to my Bank of America checking account and add 500 dollars to an existing checking account that already has over $15,000 dollars in my checking account and 5000 dollars in my Bank of America savings accounts and growing for my savings goals. Five minutes later, I drive up in a paid for/completely paid off beige tan mazda 3 car and deposit another 500 dollars in my Sun Trust checking and savings accounts that already have a balance of 4500 dollars in my Sun Trust Checking Accounts and 3500 in my Sun Trust Savings Accounts. I am blessed to say that I purchased the mazda3 car from carmax and got a great deal which was a blessing for me as one of the employees positively remembered me from 2008 when I reluctantly but voluntarily gave up my mazda3 to their company in order to simplify expenses before reluctantly but voluntarily leaving a financially comfortable career with the U.S. Navy(due to personal reasons outside of the military).

Stella Carrier Script Stories Law of Attraction Edition Script 9 Friday July 7, 2017The time period is now July 4, 2020. I Stella Carrier am popular with both my customers and coworkers at my current place of employment/career because I give the best of quality in my occupational capacity. I visit my husband at his place of employment/career in the Washington D.C. area and I’m able to pick him up in a completely paid for/completely paid off rental car. I am now making at least 3300 dollars a month after taxes, and I’m thrilled that I was able to regain this income after praying and taking action towards matching andor exceeding the $3000 dollars a month after tax income that I brought in part of 2008 and part of 2009 and the 4200 dollars a month after taxes that my husband and I brought in during parts of 2011 and 2012. I Stella Carrier am now able to at least pay 50 dollars over the minimum student loan payments for both my husband and I. As a matter of fact, I am now getting tax credit income back from making the student loan payments to both Sallie Mae now Navient and Great Lakes/Federal Student Loans which are affiliated with my federal loan student payments. I am over 80 percent close to repaying my Navient Student loans and I am now over 50 percent close to repaying my Great Lakes/federal student loans. Anyhow, the rental car that I drive to pick up my husband from his job in the Washington D.C. area is a decent quality car that I rented from an Enterprise branch from the Ronald Reagan Washington National Airport in Arlington Virginia. I had flew in from the Norfolk International Airport from Norfolk Virginia on a Friday morning during the July 4

weekend of 2020 to the Ronald Reagan National Airport. Fortunately, I had a smooth time driving to College Park Maryland to pick up my husband Rusty from work as this is the third weekend that I have successfully drove around the Washington D.C. area.

Stella Carrier Script Stories Law of Attraction Edition Script 10 Saturday July 8, 2017 The time period is now May 2028. I Stella Carrier am fortunately attending the college graduation program for completing my second bachelor’s degree online in Communications with a concentration in Public Relations from Old Dominion University. I am super thrilled because I am graduating with high honors (a 4.0 grade point average)and a multiple number of my friends from both the Washington D.C. area and the Hampton Roads Virginia area are in attendance, including some family members such as my husband, my mother in law, my brother in law, some friends that I met at a Pet Shop Boys concert and Utah Saints concert etc. Fortunately, my second bachelor’s degree online is completely paid for as I decided (by the time I enrolled in 2018) and succeeded in taking one online class at a time while working full-time in order to pay for each class with cash. Luckily, I am now almost student loan-free as my student loans from my first bachelor’s degree online are over 90 percent paid off. This is because by the time I took my fourth online class at Old Dominion University, the employer offers a generous student loan repayment option to me that allowed me to simultaneously pay my student loans and pad my savings accounts.

Stella Carrier Script Stories Law of Attraction Edition Script 11 Sunday July 9, 2017

The time period is now November 8, 2020. Fortunately, I Stella Carrier have the opportunity to simultaneously go to an alternative rock concert that features various artists such as the Fall Out Boy in the Washington D.C. area. My employer gives me time off to travel from the Norfolk Virginia area to the Washington D.C. area for a few days during my birthday week. My husband Rusty Ridler is impressed by my success with having saved over 8 months of living expenses in my Bank of America and Sun Trust Savings accounts on top of having a paid off mazda 3 car. Rusty asks me how I feel about him eventually joining me in the Norfolk Virginia area since he now sees how it is possible to both reside in the Norfolk Virginia area and travel to the Washington D.C. area at least 2-3 times a month. I let Rusty know that I am supportive of him taking his time to think of such a decision as I am aware he is also financially comfortable in his employment/career position at College Park, Maryland. However, both my husband and I feel blessed for the 30,000 dollars after taxes that I am blessed to have saved in both my Bank of America and Sun Trust accounts.

Resources

Read Bruce Lee's Inspiring Letter to Himselfbruce lee letter template

Blog Author

on Mon, Mar 18, 2013

https://www.dramafever.com/news/bruce-lees-definite-chief-aim-will-inspire-you/Visit Norfolk Virginia website

https://www.visitnorfolk.com/events/

https://www.vikingcruises.com/oceans/cruise-destinations/baltic/index.html

Together Song by Pet Shop BoysSomething Good 08 by Utah SaintsIrresistible by Fall Out Boy

http://www.girlscouts.org/en/adults/volunteer.html

https://www.carmax.com/

Script 7 orchestrated by Sunday November 5, 2017

By December 18, 2017 or sooner

I Stella Carrier am happy to report that I am now achieving success and recognition beyond my wildest dreams at my University of Maryland College Park food services job. I Stella Carrier am contributing to the greater good for both myself and those who surround me in all areas of my life for both present and future. Fortunately I Stella Carrier am more than satisfying and making happy many of my customers and coworkers who are beyond more than satisfied with my job performance. Additionally, the leaders at my job Rob Fahey/Robert Fahey, Kevin Williams, and Cindy Bolden and other managers are also more than happy/satisfied with my brilliant job performance as I Stella Carrier exceed professional/career expectations in both a happy and good way. I Stella Carrier feel blessed to report that good news that I now have over 1200 dollars after taxes saved in my Bank of America and Sun Trust accounts. I Stella Carrier am wisely and successfully balancing my fitness/weight loss/walking goals, my writing goals, and other goals in all areas of my life both present and future. I Stella Carrier feel blessed to become a creative, talented self confident and inspired writer who successfully channels and incorporates the higher/benevolent worlds of heaven in my writings for both present and future. I Stella Carrier have a connection with my heaven higher self and my heaven spirit ally team of the heaven worlds of divine love and divine happiness for both present and future. I Stella Carrier also feel blessed to be successfully achieving my weight loss goals for both present and future and the law of attraction books are also yielding magical and powerful results in all areas of my life both present and future. Many people have asked me about I Stella Carrier also enjoy the blessing of being able to create heaven on earth and in my afterlife for both myself and everyone else who surrounds me for both present and future in all areas of my life. By November 1, 2018 or sooner I Stella Carrier;

I Stella Carrier attract many blessing headed my way.

On the job front I Stella Carrier enjoy more recognition in my career and money life. I Stella Carrier eventually attract and am rewarded with a promotion.

I Stella Carrier am going to attract relationships that are encouraging and stronger than ever in all areas of my life both present and future.

I Stella Carrier am going to attract the happy and positive popularity that is going to have me attracting new, kind, creative, and self confident friends in all areas of my life both present and future.

I Stella Carrier manifest a financial life that is golden in all areas of my life for both present and future.

I Stella Carrier am going to have the happy opportunity of having more opportunities to travel that are going to inspire me to venture far and see more of the world in all areas of my life both present and future.

I Stella Carrier continually and successfully reach for the stars and manifest a lifelong dream that becomes within my grasp in all areas of my life both present and future.

By January 30, 2028 or sooner

I Stella Carrier am happy to report that I have successfully maintained a 119 pound body for over 10 years now since early 2018. I Stella Carrier am also happy to report that I continue to enjoy a strong and romantic connection to my sweet and loving husband Rusty Ridler. By January 22 2008 we are enjoying our 24 year anniversary and visiting parts of Europe for our 24 year wedding anniversary. By this time I Stella Carrier and my beautiful husband Rusty Ridler own a completely paid for home in Norfolk Virginia. I Stella Carrier have also successfully taken over 20 online college courses in public relations/marketing/advertising at Old Dominion University and have successfully achieved A’s in all of these courses while successfully juggling a full-time job in the United States Navy as a Public Affairs Officer who has worked in various thriving military public relations related assignments across various parts of the Norfolk Virginia base. I Stella Carrier am fortunate in being able to successfully homestead with my husband Rusty Ridler in Norfolk Virginia. We have a paid for 80,000 dollar house in Norfolk Virginia less than 3 miles from the Norfolk Virginia Naval Base that is in good working condition. I Stella Carrier make over 3000 dollars a month after taxes and I am able to give some of this money to my husband Rusty Ridler. I Stella Carrier am becoming more popular, a subject matter expert in my career and money life, and gifted with social, communication and relationship skills in all areas of my life both present and future. I Stella Carrier have become a woman of unlimited intuition power, unlimited imagination power, and unlimited genius powers in all areas of my life both present and future. ; I Stella Carrier become wiser, more creative, and more interesting each day in all areas of my life both present and future. I Stella Carrier live my life in alignment with my divine life purpose in all areas of my life both present and future and I utilize my powerful intuition to always be in the right place at the right time in all areas of my life both present and future. I Stella Carrier have a connection with my heaven higher self and my heaven spirit ally team of the heaven worlds of divine love and divine happiness for both present and future. I Stella Carrier also enjoy the blessing of being able to create heaven on earth and in my afterlife for both myself and everyone else who surrounds me for both present and future in all areas of my life.

Crazy Cajun Cakewalk Band by Robert Palmer, Fastlove by George Michael, Desire by U2, Gods and Monsters by Lana Del Rey, Possum Kingdom by the Toadies, Magic by Robin Thicke, Hungry Like the Wolf by Duran Duran, Wild Thoughts by DJ Khaled feat. Rihanna and Bryson Tiller, Saturday I Like to Move it by Basshunter, Sex by Nickelback, Touch Me by Armin Van Buuren, Popular by Nada Surf, E.T. by Katy Perry, Secrets by Tiesto feat. KSHMR, Nirvana by Sam Smith, National Anthem by Lana Del Rey, Automatic Lover by Real McCoy, Mountain Sound by Of Monsters and Men, Heaven on Earth by Belinda Carlisle, Call on Me by Starley, Start Me Up by the Rolling Stones, Only When I Sleep by the Corrs, I’m So Into You by SWV, Feel Like Makin Love by Bad Company, Moondance by Van Morrison,Whole Lotta Love by Led Zeppelin, So Hott by Kid Rock, Smooth by Santana feat. Rob Thomas, Radio by Robbie Williams, Bodies by Robbie Williams, Lovesong by the Cure, Just Like Heaven by the Cure, Love Affair by Kylie Minogue

Bob’s Discount Furniture

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Virginia Beach Virginia Website Virginia Beach Vibe

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Café Stella

Cafe Stella to Open New Location on Granby Street by The Main

April 18, 2017 By Jesse Scaccia

http://altdaily.com/cafe-stella-to-open-new-location-on-granby-street-by-the-main/

Interior Design; Chandeliers of the 2017 DC House by Virginia Coyne

http://washingtonlife.com/2017/10/27/chandeliers-of-dc-design-house/

5 STEPS TO DEEPENING YOUR RELATIONSHIP WITH YOUR SPIRIT GUIDES

By James Van Praagh

http://www.vanpraagh.com/5-steps-to-deepening-your-relationship-with-your-spirit-guides/

Stella Carrier Law of Attraction Script For Wednesday December 6, 2017

To be placed in Law of Attraction Script 7

For A Positive Multiple Manifestation Outcome by January 1, 2018 or Sooner

This or something better for my highest and greatest good

I Stella Carrier have a powerful connection with my heaven spirit ally team and my heaven higher self of the heaven worlds of divine love and divine happiness in all areas of my life both present and future. I Stella Carrier also am in the process of learning to create heaven on earth and for my afterlife in all areas of my life both present and future. Both my husband Rusty Ridler and I Stella Carrier experience the essence of an affectionate and blissful marriage, love and happiness in all areas of our lives both present and future. My husband Rusty Ridler is experiencing success and recognition beyond his wildest dreams at his University of Maryland College Park job with many satisfied customers, coworkers, and leaders both present and future. I Stella Carrier am achieving greater professional and overall wisdom, greater spiritual and professional evolution, and greater professional leadership development and overall leadership development at my University of Maryland food services job both present and future. I Stella Carrier am providing unlimited satisfaction and pleasure to many of my customers, coworkers, and leaders bosses managers both affiliated with my University of Maryland College Park food services job and outside my University of Maryland College Park food services job both present and future. I Stella Carrier am also exceeding professional employment job career expectations in a happy way while simultaneously providing employment/career satisfaction happiness joy bliss for my leaders Rob Fahey/Robert Fahey George Gomez Kevin Williams Cindy Bolden Whitney Kelsey Melissa David and other leaders both within and outside my University of Maryland College Park food services employment both present and future. I Stella Carrier successfully stick to a wise walking routine at least 5 to 6 days out of the week that helps facilitate a 142 pound body or thinner by February 1 2018 or sooner. I Stella Carrier wisely make up my mind whether to reside in Norfolk Virginia, College Park Maryland, or Greenbelt Maryland for the rest of my current lifetime on earth and which latest timeframe to move to one of these locations by 1159 pm Wednesday December 6 2017 or sooner via paying attention to at least 2 or more signs sent my way indicating the celestial/heaven answers to this question for both present and future. I Stella Carrier am in the process of raising my vibration in all areas of my life both present and future as well as becoming a more gifted writer channeling the energy of the most spiritually radiant heaven worlds of divine love and divine happiness both present and future. I Stella Carrier wisely decide by 1159 pm or sooner on Wednesday December 6 2017 or sooner the choice to walk at least 6 miles a day or walk at least 9 miles per day by paying attention to at least 2 or more signs sent my way indicating the celestial/heaven answers to this question for both present and future. I Stella Carrier qualify and become eligible for re-entry into active duty navy by February 1, 2018 or sooner both present and future. I Stella Carrier create and manifest writings, stories through both online and offline formats that channel the most beneficial wisdom energy and insightful energy from the heaven worlds of divine love and divine happiness both present and future. I Stella Carrier become more self confident, charismatic, and more beautiful both externally and via from within myself both in all areas of my life both present and future.I Stella Carrier create the essence of bravery/courage,wisdom, good luck, good fortune, success, financial ease, prosperity and manifestation of miracles through both my offline and online thoughts actions and decisions in all areas of my life both present and future. I Stella Carrier am in the process of becoming a wise and powerful/magical author/writer/scripter of all areas of my life both present and future. I Stella Carrier become more popular and socially wiser each day, wisely manage my time wisely in all areas of my life both present and future, am always in the right place at the right time in all areas of my life both present and future, and I Stella Carrier am in the process of living my life in alignment with my life purpose/heaven inspired purpose destiny in all areas of my life both present and future.

Songs for me to keep in mind; Rag Doll by Aerosmith, Give It To You by Jordan Knight, You Can Do Magic by America, Whole Lotta Love by Led Zeppelin, Undisclosed Desires by Muse, Sex by Nickelback, Closer by Nine Inch Nails, Dress You Up by Madonna, In Your Eyes by Kylie Minogue, Summer Party by Smile. Dk, Temptation Island by Smile.DK,Wildest Dreams by Taylor Swift, Adore by Miley Cyrus, Addicted to Love by Robert Palmer, Doctor Doctor (Bad Case of Loving You) by Robert Palmer, For Your Entertainment by Adam Lambert, What You Like by Darren Hayes, Crush 1980 Me by Darren Hayes,

website link that popped up by 1129 am less than 5 minutes after finishing this latest script, this Harry and David link inspires me to remember the Harry and David store that is located in the MacArthur Center mall in Norfolk Virginia that I first spotted around 2008 when I Stella Carrier was stationed on the USS Eisenhower in Norfolk Virginia

https://www.harryanddavid.com/h/fruit-gift?ref=hdgmail15&utm_medium=online_media&utm_source=google&utm_content=15off&utm_campaign=google&gclid=CjwKCAiAx57RBRBkEiwA8yZdUC8_D6YEdS8u34eHE8pi0TSbqWbJ3c9OD8wJ3vT752XK46PtIadF5RoCXzcQAvD_BwE

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Five Times The Muse Inspiration From Heaven Visits Freestyle Story by Stella Carrier

Time started once I continued to finish the story after referencing Angela’s parents and more on them later 1240 pm

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Angela Collins is enjoying volunteering with helping the cooks and chefs at Coachella make different food creations that were featured in the Delish website that also made its way through msn mainstream news and gave her and everyone involved with those creations national media coverage. She was actually surprised when a modeling agent also approached her and offered her a modeling shoot once the Coachella festival is over. Angela asked the modeling agent named Miles what caught his attention about her and he said it was the fact that she resembled the female singer Saabi in the music video for You Make Me Feel by Cobra Starship feat. Saabi. Angela found this entertaining because her husband Charlie James was happy for her when he found out the good news. They both are temporarily living in Los Angeles for the summer before they head back to Northern Virginia to volunteer and go to work for Angela’s biological parents-more on them later.

Angela’s husband also understood because he himself was also a model part time as he was discovered by a modeling scout that liked that Charlie James looked like one of the actors featured in the music video for Counting Stars by One Republic. Charlie James was going to meet Angela for breakfast in the morning before she heads back to volunteer on the 2nd day for Coachella. As Angela retires to her tent on the campsite of Coachella and grabs stuff for the shower. However, 8 minutes later after walking to the shower and stripping herself for the shower,Angela goes back to her tent and realizes that she forget her hair conditioner to take to the shower. She is less than a few feet from the front of her tent when she hears and sees the silhouette woman laying down on the tent with her knees up, feet seemingly planted from the floor and moaning from a neighboring tent despite the song Locked Out of Heaven by Bruno Mars blaring loud. Angela then notices a silhouette of a male figure leaning forward towards the female figure and decides to leave them alone but hopes that they will quiet it down by the time she is finished with her shower and back to her tent.

During the shower, Angela plays one of the local radio stations that play the songs California Girls by the Beach Boys as she remembers what brought her to California at least temporarily in the first place. Angela Collins is 31 years old and is fortunate to have parents that have been married for 33 years. Angela Collins was actually born 9 months after her parents first year wedding anniversary, so it is pretty much little mystery when she was conceived. Angela Collins father Dean Murphy is a 50 year old intelligence specialist officer in the U.S. Navy and stationed in Virginia Beach Virginia. Dean Murphy is a prior-enlisted officer who got his bachelor’s degree from Old Dominion University and his master’s degree from Georgetown University in Applied Intelligence. Dawn Thomas is a 49 year old former navy culinary specialist turned public affairs officer who is also prior-enlisted. With Dean’s support, she temporarily left the U.S. Navy when Angela was 8 years old and obtained a bachelor’s degree from the Merchant Marines academy and even served in the Merchant Marines for two years. However, Dawn missed the Navy and eventually went back into the U.S. Navy before her 39th birthday and obtained a Master’s Degree in Global Strategic Public Relations at Georgetown. The Navy also paid for her to attend a week long course at the Robert H. Smith Business School at the University of Maryland College Park campus.

As a result, it is little surprise that Angela’s parents have high expectations for her. Lucky for Angela, her mom Dawn was able to help her get the volunteer opportunity with Coachella and a paid for temporary position at two of the Smithsonian museums in D.C. after Angela is finished with her volunteer stint at the Coachella music festival. As Angela enjoys her music in the shower, she understands that she is fortunate to have parents who set the bar high for her as she has known women who society andor family/friends around them do not take seriously when they discuss their school and career plans. Angela is even close friends with a 41 year old female named Mary who rejoined the military after being out for some time and came from a family where women were only allowed to belong to the family if they agreed to be homemakers andor stay at home mothers (there is nothing wrong with a woman wanting to be a stay at home or a homemaker but not every woman would be happy living that way). Mary saw her stay at home mother miserable and miss her work life after giving up her dreams to be a homemaker and Mary promised herself that she would live life on her own terms when she reaches her 18th birthday and as the years go by regardless of what her family andor her critics think. It helps that Angela shared with Mary how her own mother Dawn successfully juggled a navy career and motherhood while seeming happy and fulfilled despite the challenges that came with it.

Less than 18 minutes after the shower, Angela steps out of the shower and notices a female with waist length long hair and insists to Angela that she call her Joy O’Neill up on a makeshift stage created near the tents, with the front of her tent being one of them. Angela is even more puzzled because all types of flowers sprang up near the tent and the sun is back up when she could have sworn that the sun was starting to set when she went to take a shower.

Before Angela could ask any questions, she notices five spirits dressed in various colored robes on stage with peach masks. The first spirit dressed in a blue aqua robe waves a neon white saying five urgent reality creation ideas; as he walks up to Angela and gives her two books by I.C. Robledo and Bergat Bogner titled imagination ideas. The second spirit dressed in a yellow robe and peach mask gives her a paper from the Multi-millionaires Spending Game of pages 122-123 of the Feel it Real book by Denise Coates, except this paper shows three spending games of 1500 dollars after taxes each month representing the words, secret email, public blog, and the words outside work life 2 months. The third spirit comes up to her in a purple robe and peach mask and touches Angela’s arms as she remembers a collage project that she did in high school where she also charted words close to what excited her enough to dream yet still have some realistic elements under it and much of the stuff she put for fun in it came to pass and she intuitively realizes that she must do this both offline and on a blog online. The fourth spirit comes up to Angela off the music stage in an orange robe with the words etched on his robe fictional dream journal nine years ago as he gives her a hug. Instantly, Angela realizes that she must start a fictional dream journal with the first entry on her blog when she senses very few people are watching online with the first entry being a little bit of what actually happened over ten years ago while keeping her current work life out of it. The fifth spirit, dressed in a pink and light green robe also touches her arm and she remembers an article she read about a stay home dad who has a popular blog that is popular with many people. Angela intuitively realizes that this spirit is gently suggesting to her that she must try to set aside time to look at some of the well-known blogs to give her ideas for her own writing and law of attraction activities.

The female spirit who told Angela to call her Joy O’Neill gently explains to Angela that she is a creative muse from one of the happy realms who was also one of multiple benevolent spirits who provided creative writing inspiration for the following songs; This is What You Came for by Calvin Harris and Rihanna, Sugar by Robin Schultz and Francesco Yates including the song versions of Sugar by Baby Bash, and Shelter by Madeon and Porter Robinson. Joy O’Neill then lovingly explains that Angela could also utilize her for both her writing work and assistance in using law of attraction principles. Joy O’Neill then gives a flashcard to Angela titled Volunteer before she wakes up and wakes up in the shower as she realizes that she accidently went to sleep when she laid on a nearby picnic beach after her shower near the tents as she was deciding to wait for the couple in the tent next to her to finish with their intimate activities before she was going to head to sleep in her tent.

Resources

Songs for todays Freestyle Story; From the Dance Hits playlist of Amazon; Sugar by Robin Schultz from Francesco Yates, Shelter by Porter Robinson and Madeon, This is What You Came For by Calvin Harris feat. Rihanna, from Amazon Classic Hits Radio Station; You Make Me Feel by Cobra Starship feat. Saabi, California Girls by The Beach Boys, From Pandora Venus Make You Move radio station; Locked Out of Heaven by Bruno Mars,Counting Stars by One Republic

Affirmations For Today

I have extra time that I fill productively and in line with my life purpose

I intuitively pay attention to both the questions and answers that are given to me.

I wisely pick my starting time as I have everything I need to get a certain job done and under budget.

I contribute my best creatively to a collaborative project regardless of the outcome of obscurity or fame.

I can utilize the most powerful environmental influences to my advantage.

I seek and I shall eventually find. It is only a matter of time before I uncover what I am looking for regardless of how long it takes for me to do so.

My natural magnetism and charm come in handy in both familiar and even challenging and beneficial situations.

I put my best foot forward as I have a lot to offer.

I trust in my bright future and the goodness of the universe as I have powerful spiritual helpers and a resilient higher self who watch over me.

I benefit both from familiar venues and a change in venue. I also attract/manifest inspiration from the most unusual sources.

I am in the process of becoming a fast learner who comes to understand multiple things presented to me quite well.

I wisely take advantage of opportunities both created by my creativity, imagination, and intuition as well as those uncovered for me by others.

Unique and Beneficial Opportunities in Various Forms Come My Way.

Information at my fingertips provides me answers both questions I have asked recently and for a while.

What I accomplish on my own and through positive inspiration from others makes a positive difference to everyone around me, regardless of how I am perceived.

I successfully use yesterday, today, and tomorrow to think about what’s next in my bright future.

I start strong and as early as possible to ensure a superb and clean finish.

I forge a new path in a unique way.

I wisely know when to make decisions that will send me in a new and beneficial direction and when to persist and stay the course.

I rationally and intuitively am in the process of learning how to use both the possible and impossible to my creative advantage.

I wisely know when to take charge of my destiny and shape things and circumstances towards my goals and when to adjust accordingly and allow situations to take shape naturally in an organic fashion.

I am in the process of learning how to both be a better friend and attract an abundance of both spiritual and resilient friends into my life.

My psychic and intuitive abilities are expanding each day.

I am creating heaven on earth.

https://www.orindaben.com/pages/rooms/affirmations_room/

I am in the process of learning to love my work.

I draw to myself many wonderful opportunities to make a difference in the world.

I support other people in feeling good about themselves.

I honor my dreams.

I lift the veils of illusion. I can see clearly.

I am linked with the higher forces of the universe.

I have all the energy I need.

I have joyful pictures of the future.

I accelerate my spiritual growth by living in higher purpose.

I ask for and receive a seed of inspiration that brings courage and fearlessness. I now act with courage and create my goals.

I give myself permission to have what I want.

I choose to follow my higher path today.

http://observer.com/2017/04/emma-roberts-home-michelle-obama-tahiti/

Emma Roberts’ Décor Habits; Michelle Obama Is Paddleboarding

https://www.yahoo.com/news/selena-gomez-weeknd-cozy-coachella-162011571.html?soc_src=community&soc_trk=tw

Selena Gomez and the Weeknd Get Cozy at Coachella

http://www.msn.com/en-us/music/celebrity/coachella-2017-vanessa-hudgens-alessandra-ambrosio-and-more-stars/ss-BBzS7at?li=BBnb2gh

Coachella 2017: Vanessa Hudgens, Alessandra Ambrosio and more stars

http://scs.georgetown.edu/departments/44/executive-master-of-professional-studies-in-global-strategic-communications/about-the-program/industry-and-careers

Georgetown University Executive Master of Professional Studies in Strategic Communications

http://scs.georgetown.edu/departments/51/master-of-professional-studies-in-applied-intelligence/industry-career-outlook

Georgetown University Applied Intelligence Program

https://www.smith.umd.edu/news/washington-posts-capital-business-2017

University of Maryland College Park Robert H Smith School of Business Washington Posts Capital Business Links;

https://www.smith.umd.edu/news/washington-posts-capital-business-2017

http://writingexercises.co.uk/random-name-generator.php

chef jobs in yahoo search

https://www.navy.com/careers/business-legal/food-services-hospitality.html#ft-key-responsibilities

Food Services & Hospitality

I know about the religious program specialist field from my time in Yokosuka Japan. I admit that there was a time that I wanted to go into this field (around 2000/2001)but the CMC of my ship (Command Master Chief (E-9) at the time told me that he would have a hard time letting me go to school in the states for this field if I tried to pursue it because there were no religious program specialists that were permanently based on the destroyer class ship that I was stationed on. He did let me know that he would consider sending me to school for the supply rating (storekeeper) if I made E-4 my first time taking the navy advancement test. When I did actually achieve making E-4 my first time up (including scoring among the top 32 percentile navywide in the test) the CMC took back his word with the similar reason that he gave me for why he could not let me train to be a religious program specialist (even though he let a male who had about the same time on the ship as me and was even the same rank permanently leave the ship and cross completely over to another rating). It was then my 21 year old mind realized the hard way that nothing truly has to be honored unless it is in writing and maybe even then the person will change their mind depending on the law. Anyhow, I eventually forgave the CMC who took back what he said, but at least on the bright side, I met my now husband a few months after I made E-4 so at least what was a setback at that time turned out to be a blessing for my personal/love life. On additional positive note, that experience also taught me to understand and see that both good fortune and challenging circumstances happen for reasons that facilitate a person’s positive spiritual growth, which is why I do believe strongly that things happen for a reason and when one door closes multiple and other beneficial doors open.

https://www.navy.com/careers/chaplain-support/religious-program-specialist.html#ft-key-responsibilities

https://www.navy.com/careers/merchant-marine.html#ft-key-responsibilities

I confess that I easily know about this job field in the navy because there was a first class (E-6) intelligence specialist on the ship (USS O’Brien) that I was on when I was stationed in Yokosuka Japan. Around 2001, this E-6 saw potential in me and did his best to try to encourage me to consider going into the Intelligence Specialist field. However, I admit that I did not and went into the storekeeper rating by the summer of 2002(which is now logistics specialist) because I admit that I was unsure if I was ready for that job and I was hesitant about the time that it might take away from my then fiancée (I admit not the same man that is fortunately now my husband). Looking back, I admit that I now realize that if someone sees potential in you and offers you an important professional opportunity that you must seriously go after it because of the chance to be regret-free that you at least went after it.

I googled intelligences specialists navy

https://www.navy.com/careers/information-and-technology/intelligence-specialist#ft-key-responsibilities

The Mindset to Apply Magick Without Exercising: True Magic Without Rituals

Bernat Bogner

http://www.odu.edu/

Old Dominion University Norfolk Virginia

Idea Hacks: Come up with 10X More Creative Ideas in 1/2 the Time Kindle Edition

by I. C. Robledo (Author)

http://www.womansday.com/relationships/a58592/stay-at-home-dad-sticky-note-observations/

This Stay-at-Home Dad Writes Hilarious Parenting Observations on Sticky Notes

Some of the tents look similar to the tipis that I saw Yesterday at the Smithsonian American Indian Museum

https://www.coachella.com/guidebook/on-site-camping/

On-Site Camping

Inspiration Info from the Museums I Went to Yesterday

http://americanhistory.si.edu/

Just yesterday, around early Saturday afternoon, was when my husband and I visited the Smithsonian National Museum of American History. One of the things that I enjoy about the visit is that there is so much to see, a variety of exhibits to see each time I visit. Among some of the multiple sights available that my husband and I had a chance to see; First Ladies exhibit including the inauguration gowns of Hillary Clinton, Laura Bush, Michelle Obama and of course there are also the other inaugural gowns from other first ladies including a 1990’s quote by the Washington Post pertaining to the inaugural gowns, Julia Child’s exhibit including a kitchen pertaining to her life, supermarket exhibit within the Food section, Women in Uniform exhibit, Wizard of Oz exhibit inside the museum store, Innovations in the Vineyard, Innovations in the Wineyard, stories on Money exhibit, an display where a person can drop a penny and vote on whether or not the penny needs to be kept as U.S. currency, Women on American Money exhibit, American stories, and of course much more exhibits available. My husband pleasantly surprised me by getting me a Smithsonian ball cap and t-shirt from the museum store.

http://www.nmai.si.edu/

My husband and I just went to the National Museum of the American Indian yesterday; Among some of the following sites that I had a chance to take photos of and see; Horace Poolaw exhibit, Future Clone exhibit by Fritz Scholder, Imaginations Activity Center for kids including a model of a tipi and a model of a stilt house, Global Conflicts in the 21st Century exhibit feat. the late Lori Ann Piestewa (she was a member of the Hopi tribe) and the late Joshua Wheeler, Our Spirits Will Protect You exhibit, World War II exhibit all in the Patriot Nations section, and more. I mean only disrespect-free intent with saying this; However, one of the caveats of this museum is that not every American Indian tribe is featured in the museum. I was curious to see if the Menominee Indian was featured inside this museum (my late maternal grandmother and my late biological mother had Menominee Indian ancestry) since the museum seems to pertain to different Native American tribes across the U.S. , but it was not yet listed at the museum from what I saw.

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