I’ve never watched an episode of Supernatural but it has still brought so much joy into my life. Warner Bros asked Misha Collins to stay bisexual. Peace and love on planet earth.

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One slow tear started its trek down her cheek.  How long she had wanted to hear those words after he had left the first time, yet they had never come.  It had never been spoken, but she knew what he’d done with Nic after Preston and Peru.  She was not a stupid woman, nor was she ignorant of the type of life her cousin and his friends led.  This tenderness though, this is what she had craved since she had seen him on the plane and while she had been livid in the hospital it would have destroyed her if he’d turned and left once again.  That’s what people did in her life, they left…or tried to kill her.

Words seemed to fail her; the silence that stretched on in the room was all encompassing.  She knew Klaus was waiting for her to say something, anything, but her heart and mind were at war with one another.  A broken heart is a delicate thing and she was not sure that she could take another blow to it from him after the last time.  On the outside she may have appeared to have shrugged off the pains of the past, but that was just a mask she wore so that no one would feel sorry for her.  Inside she was a mess.  Her trust was destroyed, her heart shattered, and the loneliness so overwhelming at times she felt as if she was drowning.  On the outside she was a self assured business woman, professor, and archaeologist; that’s what masks do, they hide the truth of the matter.

Still, the honesty and emotion in Klaus’s voice could not have been missed.  He wasn’t a man who asked, he was a man who took what he wanted and it had always been something that had drawn her to him.  Now he was asking, which meant that he was as broken as she was; unsure of his footing in this dance they’d been doing since the plane.  For him to have put voice to that, it spoke louder than any words he could have used.  Gently her hand lay upon the one that was at her waist, her fingers softly sliding between his as they stood there.

Her voice was choked with emotion when finally she found the words, “you never came back.”  The emotions changed in those four words.  Bitterness, hurt, anger and pain.  Each word held a different one and they all were meant to cut the one they were aimed at. 

Her breath caught at the last word, the name she wished to truly never hear again.  Anger flared anew within her at the man, as if he had not done enough destruction, it was his coming into her life that had destroyed one more thing.   A second tear formed and began to fall, this one born of anger and regret.  “I didn’t know…”  Her voice was soft, achingly so and Klaus longed to be able to see her face and dry the tears he could hear laced through her voice.  He wasn’t sure that she’d allow him to though.

The words were a knife to Klaus; the emotion she had put into them having accomplished their mission.  She didn’t know reality, but in her eyes this was the truth.  “I did.  I was just too late.  Preston had already…” He couldn’t even finish what he was going to say, guilt and regret that had been eating at him for over two years was now ripping him apart again.  Damn it, this wasn’t like him but there was only so much he could hide, and he was never good at hiding things from her.  His arm tightened around her slightly, his head pressing against the side of hers; there were no words to express what he was thinking and feeling.  He could only hope that she had some clue; as well as she knew him, he thought she would.

“I told Nic not to tell you.  I didn’t want to ruin your happiness, or what I thought at the time was at least.  Then there was Peru…and that plane….”  His voice broke and he hated himself.  Hated that he couldn’t control his own damn emotions.  He was a fucking trained killer and at the moment he was a mess.  This wasn’t like him, but damn it he couldn’t…wouldn’t hide shit from her anymore, but it didn’t mean he had to like it one bit.  Could he have backed up and closed the world off, hiding everything behind a mask of anger and hate?  Yes.  He’d done it before, fuck he’d been doing it since he’d found out she was married to someone else.  And that had been part of what led to them being in this situation now.

Mel felt as if her heart stopped.  Klaus had been in Peru?  Nic had never told her, nor had her grandfather.  Why had they never mentioned it?  They knew her ache…   Slowly sliding her fingers from his, she turned to face him.  Blue eyes, wide and slightly shocked, searched his face for some sign that he was lying.  That what he had just said had been to evoke emotion and was not reality.  Every emotion he was feeling was etched there, reading him was as easy as a written page.  The only time she’d ever seen him like this was when they were in private, only she could open him up like this.  What she saw there stole her breath.  “You were there?”  Barely more than a whisper, her voice still held so much emotion, but this time it was not accusatory.

His eyes dropped and a thumb ran over the scar on her neck where the assassin’s bullet had gone through Grant and grazed her.  His eyes closed as the memories of that day flooded his mind.  The fear and anger once again palpable to him.  His jaw clenched before he got control of himself and his eyes once again opened to look softly down at her.  “I’m the one that kept Nic from getting himself killed going after the bastard who hit you.  I was in that plane Mel.  Every single moment from when Nic pulled you in till you were in the hospital.  Then we went hunting…”  He didn’t need to finish that thought, she knew what they did.  That was how she knew who most of the men on the team were, they’d been in and out of her family’s mansions around New Orleans, Baton Rouge, and even deep in the Bayou at a couple of the hidden ones.  “But again, I was too late when I got back…”  His eyes darkened and his jaw clenched, he didn’t regret hunting down the ones who hurt her but he hated that he hadn’t waited for those eyes of hers to be open before he had.  He should have done something, said something, to let her know…which is why he would lay his soul bare now.  At least then she’d know, even if she hated him for all of it.

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Final finished The Sandman.

This show has managed to remain quite faithful to the comic books.

Whilst some of the episodes were perfect and amazing to watch, other episodes were a tad boring and was a struggle for me to stay fully interested.

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An artifact is found, not the one they're looking for, and it has some interesting properties....

As the wind howled outside the structure that had been erected by Serge and Katiana, the lead archaeologists on the project, all those inside were very glad for the domed ‘tent’ that had been setup and the kerosene heaters that kept the interior at a “balmy” 68 degrees.  All were reticent to step outside at the end of the day, the wind biting at any exposed skin.  Thankfully the vehicles all had remote starts, so at least they were warm after the mad dash from the opening of the structure to their doors.

So far there had been many discoveries of pottery and other stoneware.  There were some evidence of fires within the interiors of the buildings that they had found the walls to still intact in the layers of earth that now covered them.  At the edges of the current site, the ground was approximately 8 feet below the normal ground level.  Towards the middle it got up to about four feet below.  The differences were accounted for in that they were trying to find the edges of structures and not move too quickly as they descended through the centuries of earth.  Going too fast was how you broke things, made mistakes, and/or missed things you should not.`

For the most part Mel, Klaus, Eric, and Alexander did the excavation of the relics with the others taking turns providing security and assisting all of the graduate students who were there with removing the buckets and buckets of dirt that had to be sifted through then disposed of.  This was a site of significant cultural heritage to the people of Serbia, so they would not be filling back in the areas they were excavating.  They would become just additional structures in the current historical site on the mountain.

It was shortly after they had broken for lunch on their sixth day there when Alexander brought a curious artifact over to Mel, who was standing up at the top of the site cleaning off a piece of pottery in a basin of distilled water.   “Look at this piece Mel, it appears to be some sort of figurine.  Human it would look like.  Maybe a doll?”  He handed the small artifact to her after she had set the pottery piece on a screen to dry.

The small carved person was about 4 inches tall and about two inches from the end of one arm to the other.  Dirt was tightly packed into each of the carved lines and a crack that ran through the middle of it.  As Mel looked at it, she had to admit that it did in fact look like a little person.  From the amount of dirt on it though, it was hard to see the fine details.  “I’m not sure what it is, Alexander.  As far as I know, there have been no other discoveries like this at the site.  Everything else has just been pottery shards of some sort.  Let’s clean it up and see what we’ve got.”  She gave a shrug.

Turning back to the table that the water basin was sitting on, she dipped it a couple of times in.  There was a soft bristled brush that sat to the side of the basin.  Mel carefully used that to remove the dirt and debris that were stuck onto and into the details of the artifact.  As the details emerged, Mel couldn’t help but agree that it did look more and more like a small person.  There were little holes that went through each “arm”, her initial thought being that the small carving had been a pendant or sewn onto something, but she would have to evaluate it further later to be sure.  It would not be unheard of for a culture to use something similar as an amulet.

Once she had cleaned it as best she could in the rudimentary facilities of the dig site, she picked up a small cloth near the basin and dried the item.  Turning back around she took a few steps and called for Erik and Klaus to come look at it.  Maybe one of them had seen something similar since they had done more excavations in Europe than she had.  As she waited for them to come up from the main dig, she examined the carving more closely and weighed it in her hand.  The others from her team also started coming over to see what Alexander had found, forming a loose semi-circle around Alexander and Mel as Erik and Klaus approached.

They could not have been more than three or four yards away when Mel started to close her fingers around the carving.  For some reason she could not determine, it seemed to be heating up.  At first she had assumed that it was her body heat making the stone feel warmer, but then she noted that when she turned it over, the side away from her almost seemed hotter than the side in her hand.  Could it be some stone that held properties she was not familiar with?  Again, she would have to research it more later to determine what it could be.  

When Mel’s eyes opened, she let out a startled gasp and backed up, away from all of them.   Her eyes scanned their faces as her heart raced like a thoroughbred just out of the gate.  “What…what the fuck is going on?”  Her eyes scanned all of their faces, only three now remaining looking human:  Nic, Donovan, and Case.  Klaus and Erik looked to be some sort of Elven creatures, their features finer and their eyes a bright blue that mimicked the Caribbean Sea with the noonday sun shining down on it.  Cam and Dez looked Lupine, their eyes glowing a darker blue, more the color of Lapis, with the same golden flecks in them as the stone held.  Gabriel had fangs like a Vampeer, so when he reached out and stepped towards her made her back up faster.   Caden was covered in white fur and had features strongly resembling the Irish Puca.  And then there was Alexander who had been standing next to her.  His skin was now an iridescent blue and he had what looked like gills on his neck.  

Nic had felt the ‘thump’ but didn’t know what it meant; neither did the anyone else on the team.   What he could see and did know was that Mel was terrified and quickly backing towards the edge of the dig.  It was a straight eight foot drop if she didn’t stop, and the thought of her falling had him moving towards her.  What was scaring her could be figured out later, the first priority was keeping her away from the damn edge. 

“Alexander, do you want to keep my cousin before she decides to back over that edge, please?” Nic called out as he tried to come at her from the side.  Something told him that whatever she had in her hand was one of the enchanted artifacts that they were there to find.  It didn’t look like anything that had been in the dossiers that Alexander and Mel had put together before, but he also knew that meant little.   What about it was causing her to look at her team like they were about to murder her concerned him.  Once they got it away from her, they were going to need to put that thing behind glass before someone got hurt.

Tears were streaming down Mel’s face as she kept moving backwards, she had to get away but wasn’t sure they’d allow her to.  Part of her kept telling herself that she was losing her mind and was hallucinating what she was seeing.  There was no way that the men before her could be anything but human, yet she could see them clearly and in most cases it appeared that they all knew that she could see them.  It wasn’t like she didn’t know about enchantments and enhancements from her brothers and mother.  Could they be something more?   Could she trust any of them?  Maybe there had been something on the artifact that caused her to hallucinate.  That could be a logical explanation, right?  

Her grip on the artifact tightened and it almost seemed to be searing into her palm and fingers now.  Her eyes and head were sweeping back and forth between all of the men as she came perilously close to falling over the edge.  In a moment of pure instinctual response, Alexander lunged forward and grabbed her arm to keep her from toppling over the edge and down the eight feet to the bottom. He’d been moving slowly to not spook her, but his actions did just that.  Not realizing what she was doing, Mel let out a scream and brought her free hand around, balled into a fist, to connect with his temple with all of her strength, yanking backwards as she did.

Nic was a fraction of a second too slow and mere centimeters too far away to keep her from falling.  His fingertips brushed Mel’s inner wrist before she fell backward over the edge of the dig.  Everyone froze in that instant and it seemed like an eternity before the sound of her landing on her back, followed a fraction of a second later by a sickening thud of her head hitting a barely unearthed pottery jar were heard.  It was another moment before anyone moved again, this time Erik and Klaus being the first two over the edge and down into the pit with her.  The other teams of archaeologists and students all came running as the rest of Nic’s team descended into the pit over the side as well, all forgoing the ladders they normally would have used.  It was only eight feet and they were willing to risk it after watching Mel fall.

As the brothers knelt over Mel’s stilled body, Klaus noticed the scent of blood.  Without thinking his shirt was over his head in an instant and he had Erik helping to find where it was coming from.  Hushed tones were used as they first attended to the bleeding wound and then tried to determine where and how else she was injured.  Her hand was still tightly wrapped around the small figurine, an idol really.  Nic took his shirt and used it to get it out of her hand and deposited it into one of his pockets for the time being.  Someone had to find out what that damn thing was.

All of that was of little concern to the men who were now gathered around the one person that they were supposed to protect but had instead scared the shit out of to the point that she was now gravely injured.  With many of them having had combat experience, they quickly devised a plan to get her out of the dig site and to one of the SUV’s.  Then they could get her to the town and get real medical attention.  How they would deal with the rest of what had happened, that would have to wait.  Right now, keeping her from dying on the top of the mountain was their paramount concern.  If she didn’t make it, all of their lives would become forfeit and they knew Nic well enough to know who it was that would be behind the bullet that would take them out one by one till they were all dead.

May 20, 2022

I find and post an old RP log about Maggie Tremaine at a giant Masquerade event from 2006. Shortly after, I read Dracula again with the Dracula Daily folks, and decide to retell the story on TikTok!

I'm excited and anxious. I've been filled with insomnia, and writing and plans. It's hard to get back into acting, to write & be seen.

Here's the bonus post of invitations & original text just for fun!

The original climax of the Gaslight Rp hub was a giant ball, the host did almost 12 hours of consecutive roleplay, maybe more. It was very drama, and such entertainment.

My rewrite of the invitation 👆 vs the original 👇

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So I watched both seasons of ‘Warrior Nun’.

Not a bad show actually. I’d give it a 7/10.

The pros: good writing, good acting, awesome, well choreographed fight scenes, a brilliant budget and lead female protagonists that kick ass and are team players, two of which are WLW with good chemistry and a slow burn arc that really pays off in the end.

The cons: too many biblical references, religious and scientific propaganda, and so many plot twists that I really couldn’t even keep up with the main storyline. I also didn’t understand the conclusion to it all but that’s more than likely my problem than the shows.

my favorite way of participating in some fandoms is from the bleachers. i'm in the nosebleed seats with a pair of binoculars watching a full on bloodbath in the arena below, having the time of my life.