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bronx-bomber87 · 19 days

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Hello my lovely fandom :) I hope you are doing well. I can't believe we are at the first half of the finale it's unreal. For only having 10 episodes they've really made them count I will have to say. The writing has been so good this season. Killing me softly but so good. Can only imagine had we had a full season what they could've done. But tis not good to dwell on that ha Let us get started.

6x09 The Squeeze

Ugh poor Tim already breaking my heart 5 seconds into this. It's how he’s looking at the crime scene that gets me. Eric conveys so much with just a look. Always blown away by him. His look is saying so much as he looks on at the chaos. He is processing so much in this moment. Bless Grey showing up to break him out of it. Loving the hat btw Wade. Rocking it good sir. Tim letting him know immediately about his suspicions about Dr. London. Grey telling him to be careful with such accusations.

I love Grey protecting Tim with this friggin Detective Pearson putz. Coming in way too hot. No one I would rather have there to have his back though. Well other than Lucy. But Grey is the the right one to have there in this moment. Always protects his people. Hate this guy already. Wanting to crush Tim to advance his career. Just looks like such a weasel. *grumble.*

John was not ready the rant Lucy sent his way when he asked if she was ok. His face lmao Our girl has a lot of feelings ok? Lucy says she’s good. But you’re not my friend. That rant proving she is anything but ok. Sounds like she is trying to convince herself more than anything else. She is lost in life and where she really is emotionally right now. This scene is proof of that. I know people feel she is being isolated this year. I think the writers are doing this intentionally. I don't see it as bad writing which I've seen mentioned. I don't agree. Because it's very in character IMO. Feel like its setting something up as well. Also she is also the one isolating herself.

Even before Tim broke them up she was doing this. Look at her behavior the entire season. Especially after the exam. Handling everything on her own. Making rash decisions without input from anyone. Not even Tim. Hello Jeff Budney ...Just like Tim isn't open with anyone but Lucy she is the same way. Other than Tim she isn't very open with people about deep personal things. About what's affecting her. So this fits. She even shut Tim out of that situation in 6x04 in her decision making. Not since Jackson has anyone really made it in other than Tim. So this is pretty in character for her to isolate. People may feel it's more Tim but he's not the only one.

His is just showcased far more. Her's has been on display this entire season. Lucy and Tim are scarily alike in this way. She is a control freak and like Tim in the way she shuts people out. How she wants to handle it herself. I mean they have the same fatal flaw. It's why their communication became the problem it did. As much as Tim has growth to do so does our girl. That explosion of emotion just shows how very not ok Lucy is. I'm sure come summer or mid summer with the extended hiatus I might have a more fleshed out analysis of her. But she definitely isn't ok that much i can confidently say now.

I adore Angela calling Lucy to give her a heads up. Always looking out for both of them. Guardian Angel that woman. Friggin Nolan in the back asking what’s happening? She’s kinda busy John so hush. That concerned wifey voice is instantly present on the phone with Lopez. Her turning away from them both once it's about Tim.

This quickly became a personal phone call. Her reaction when she hears this. Oh my lord Closing her eyes. Taking in the severity of the situation. You know her immediate reaction was how he was. How was he feeling? Did he need her? The worry settling in and multiplying quickly.

The wifey vibe is continued when Tim calls John to be his union rep. Ugh killing me how worried she is for him. Concern seeping out of her in this moment. Despite everything that's her person and she still loves him so much. Her first instinct is to be there for him. My heart. Lucy asking Nolan how he sounded? Her tone bleeding worry.

Reason she asks is because Lucy can pull everything she needs to know from that alone. Knows him so well. Her innate need to be there for him. Regardless of all that has happened between them. Melissa killing it with the concern in her voice when asking how he sounded. *heart clutch* You can FEEL her worry.

Tim is so anxious waiting for Nolan. I wanna hug him. Jumps up minute he gets there. Telling him they’re gonna hang this around his neck. That now that Mad Dog is dead their scape goat is gone. Idk I would trust John alone for this. But Tim doesn’t have a lot of options right now.... I will say John proves me wrong later in this ep but my first thought was not 'Nolan should spearhead this.'

But look at Tim reaching out for help. Doing this so differently than how he handled Ray. I’m so proud of him. Taking a totally different approach on this one. Not isolating himself and reaching out for help through proper channels this time. Yeah Dr London sucks for being dirty but Tim has had some growth due to it. I couldn't be prouder of him if I tried. I really hope we continue his therapy journey in S7.

I hate this scene so very much. It was killing me to watch it unfold. She’s using his sessions against him and I wanna cry. It makes me sick tbh. And not even real info about his sessions either. It’s clear she doesn’t wanna be doing this though. Doesn't excuse her but you can see it's not something she is excited to be doing. Her conscience slowly eating at her. What do they have on her? I'm so curious.

This schmuck coming at Grey I wanna deck him. The look on Wade's face you can tell he does too. The amount of blatant aggression and disrespect making his blood boil. Telling Grey he favors his friendships over the city. Was making my Italian temper flare up so very much. Coming at Tim SO hard it was like he wanted to be found out. Bias little shit.

I love the minute Angela hears about Tim's admin leave she calls Wes. Angela saying he better give her a heads up if they're charging him. That she’s standing by Tim a 1,000 percent. Calling him family. Getting all misty over here. Angela loves him so much. He's very lucky to have someone so amazing in his corner. Love me some Angela Lopez. Loyal to a fault. Just like me fiercely protects and defends who she loves. Coming at her own husband to defend him. Adore this woman.

Can I just say I adore Lucy seeking him out. Not only that but making sure she has a private moment with him by pulling that stop button. Telling him she is still mad at him. That this doesn’t change anything. (and yet it changes everything IMO) Tim is so confused because the last thing he expected was this hug. Or her empathy at all. Hell when I saw the promo last week I wasn't either. It's the way he just MELTS into her like butter. His whole body relaxes. You can see the anxiety just drain out of him. Clinging to her like a life raft. Emotionally she is in this moment. Holding her as close as he physically can. He is so grateful for this moment to hold her again.

You can tell this is the first time in a long time he's felt whole. Felt peace of any kind just by being in her arms. This hug is so beautiful you guys. I'm tearing up just writing about it. The way she envelops him so completely. Such raw emotion in her voice asking if he’s ok? His answer makes me wanna cry. ‘I am now.’ Reminiscent of 5x21 when he said the same thing. He wasn’t ok till he heard her voice. The same thing remains the same here. He wasn't ok till he was holding her again. My damn heart. I love how she tightens her hold on him when he says this line.

Like she also can't get close enough to him either. They're just clinging to each other for dear life. This hug gave me so much hope. You can see how in love they both still are with one another. I mean my goodness the way she straightens his collar afterwards and touches his arm lovingly. Reminds me of the lint picking moment from 5x12. Still doing wifey things and can’t even help it. That wifey energy coming off her in waves. It's automatic when they part. Just seems so natural. After being apart physically since 6x06 .They easily fall right back into it. So damn nice to see. Feels like I'm breathing for the first time since 6x06 ended. I'm dying in the best way everyone.

Lucy then re-opens the elevator and they share some VERY loaded looks before she departs. I’m not crying you are.... God I love Tim and Angela’s friendship so much. She is willing do whatever for her bestie. She also is wanting so badly to be tagged in for this. To protect him in any way she can.

Tim seems confident in his play even if Angela doesn’t. Letting her know he's handling this one differently than Ray. Do love her saying different isn't her haha God he's lucky to have all these amazing women in his corner. I adore their friendship so very much. I need more of it in S7 writers I just do.

Really loving Lucy going UC for Harper and Lopez for this case. I think this is part of that setting something up I mentioned earlier. Lucy breaking my heart with the detective comment though. *sad sigh* But classic Lucy to have 8 covers ready to go. God I love her. The most Lucy Chen thing ever to have that many on deck. Not only that she's been growing them for months.

I love this human so very much it's insane. It's no wonder Tim is so damn gone for her. She is the cutest most prepared little nerd and I adore her for it. The look between Lopez and Harper is too damn funny. Tim would not be surprised by this info at all LOL Also her alter ego hitting close to home right now. 'A little lost in life....'

Really enjoyed this shot of Lucy and the nanny debriefing her before we head into the scene. This guy gives me the creeeeeeps. It's no wonder she didn't want to go back into that house. That dude looks like a sociopath. She can handle herself but good lord I hate her being near him. Dude has dead eyes too. The wife looks like she is a prisoner.... The whole scene made me uneasy and nervous for Lucy to be there.

Never thought I would say this....But I’m impressed with Nolan and how he’s handling this situation. That's right you actually read that. LOL You're not crazy. Or seeing things. He’s doing Tim some serious justice right now. Rattling all the cages of the potential dirty cops she’s seeing just by being here. Confronting her like this to see if it bears any fruit for them.

Having Smitty stakeout her office because he knows it'll make her uneasy and easy way to log who comes. Has Nell pulling data for him with police fails for last 6 months from dispatch. Also yay return of Nell. Love her. Honestly first episode in a long time I enjoyed his character. So well done John you pulled off quite the miracle here.

Love Grey in this scene. Hell in this episode really. Papa bear ready to devour anyone threatening his kids at it's finest. This scene was cathartic to watch after this putz had been stomping around. Acting like he owns the damn place. Smearing Tim's name all over the place in the process. Threatening Grey in his tirade. Wade's final straw is him coming after Nolan/Celina.

You can watch Pearson visibly shrink when Wade is done tearing him a new one. Doesn't say a damn word after he tells him to stay in his Iane. You tell 'em Wade. I was cheering him on this entire scene. Was a huge tell for Nolan and Celina as well. Nolan's tactic working very well. Outing him as dirty cop because of his outburst to them working Mad Dog's place plus confront Blair.

This scene makes me VERY nervous for Lucy. She did a really good job listening in till the damn toy. I mean she caught it before it hit floor. Unfortunately the friggin thing goes off with it's song. Giving away not only her position but her potentially her cover. Because he finds it on the ground and has a menacing look on his face. Dude gives me the actual creeps. Well done to the actor cause he makes me wicked uncomfortable.

I don’t like the idea of Lucy going back into that house. Like at all. Extra backup or not. I think her cover is blown and sending her back is like sending her into the Lion's den. She is very competent and can handle herself. That doesn't mean sending her back in isn't extremely high risk. Especially with Monica buzzing around now. We'll see how that shakes out next ep. Kinda hoping it produces some Feral Tim if it goes sideways while she's in there. A girl can dream right?

Prepare yourself. I was once again was very impressed with Nolan in this episode. He did a really good job leading Celina and doing what Tim asked. Was smart about his moves. Bringing Smitty and Nell into it and getting the info he needed. Shaking trees and getting fruit from it. Using everything around him properly even Smitty LOL She's got some balls on her asking for complete immunity and a new life. Also Idk Nolan can promise any of these things.....But it'll be interesting see how the second half of this unfolds.

Now Eric had mentioned in an interview post 6x06 about communication for them in the finale. So I'm excited to see what that'll mean. Will they have a real convo? Idk but i'm excited about it. All I want is them to be in a better spot before S7. I never expected things to magically come back together by seasons end. It shouldn't be that way. Also the season too short for that.

The SL deserved time to breathe and develop a bit. My hope is we will be on our way to reconciliation by end of finale. That hug was a damn good start to that goal. As usual thank you to ALL that like, comment or reblog these. Truly mean that every single one means so much to me. Excited to see how this season ends.

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Side notes- Non Chenford

Harper and Lopez proving what a bad ass duo they were through out the ep. I need more of this in s7 writers. These two woman are dynamos and I need more of it.

Can’t say I didn’t Miss Tim the rest of the ep but damn was it good. I love when they do ensemble cast stuff flexing what a good cast we have as a whole.

Wes standing up to that heavy was impressive and pretty attractive. He’s grown a lot as a character was nice to see.

Loved the ladies nailing that crooked detective. Amazing. Grey getting to put HIM on admin leave. Suck it you schmuck.

#Caitlin's mini reviews #chenford #6x09 The Squeeze #the rookie 6x09 #tim x lucy #tim bradford #lucy chen #lucy x tim #otp: doing my job #otp: unless it is #eric winter #melissa o'neil

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cock-holliday · 7 months

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There is such a difference between cause and pretext. Israel has been engaged in ethnic cleansing since the 40s. Hamas attacks, rebellions, a kid throwing a stone at a tank, a Palestinian sitting at home minding her business—these are pretext. Israel bombing and shooting and killing is being excused by the idea that it is in response to things, rather than any action by Palestinians is the excuse Israel has been waiting for. And if there is no excuse, they will make one up.

Hamas, like all guerrilla groups, are created out of retaliation for the death, destruction, and subjugation of a people. Its inception is caused by ethnic cleansing. Part of Hamas’s own charter is reverse-engineered from Protocols of the Elder of Zion-type shit. That Jews are evil creatures scheming to take over the world is the dehumanization to justify any atrocity as resistance. This is a pretext.

Jews across America are afraid that they will now be victim to retaliation for Israel’s actions. Nazis do not care about Palestinians. They do not support the liberation of any oppressed peoples and to think modern Nazis value Muslims any more than Jews is laughable. Antisemitic violence has been allowed to proliferate through the united states. Nazis and other white supremacists have been protected and emboldened by the police and politicians, and they are the police and politicians. Anyone who supports a liberatory cause would never enact violence on another group simply for existing. This is pretext. Anyone who reads about Israel’s atrocities and comes away thinking that Jews deserve violence is caused by radicalization. Anyone who (like fuckin Jackson Hinkle) uses Israeli massacres to encourage people towards antisemitism is using a pretext.

Mainstream bombardment of messages of Hamas atrocity, especially those fabricated, with a focus on the dehumanization of the group is a pretext for violence. IOF soldiers lying about what they’ve seen, officials sharing fake documents—are all pretext.

A landlord was close with his Palestinian tenants and the child of the family viewed this man like an uncle. He had no known preconceived reason to be hostile towards the mother and child. They had no reason to fear him. He then was relentlessly exposed to propaganda convincing him that the pair would kill him. He then went to kill the family ‘before they could kill him.’ It was so unexpected that the boy went to hug the man before he was brutally stabbed to death. The mother was also stabbed but survived. The man’s sudden and intense radicalization (which likely exacerbated any previously held unrealized bigotry) was the cause of the violence.

Islamophobia has been radically heightened since 9/11. It was stoked by Trump. Spikes in Islamophobic hate crimes by groups who already hated Muslims framed as “to protect Jews” is using a pretext.

It is crucially important to be mindful of whether anyone’s outrage is urging you to exercise violence towards a system or a people. It is crucially important to never dehumanize an enemy. Not a people, and not even servants of a system. Israel is committing unimaginable atrocity, Nazis commit horrific atrocity. They are still not animals and we cannot dismiss them as such.

Dehumanization is a big first step on the path of pre-textual atrocity, and the point is to never stoop to such an abhorrent level.

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not-another-robin · 1 year

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Wayne Manor is an All Autistic Household - AKA I'm projecting

Part 1: states of dress

I've said it before and I'll say it again: if Bruce is left to his own devices he'd never wear clothes. He hates fabric and fabric hates him. He wants to be released from the shackles of human civility but unfortunately he has 6 children he doesn't want to traumatize. He still can be found in just his underwear and robe (and one sock somehow) after a particularly difficult case. Also, he forgets to take the bat suit off often.

Also previously discussed, Alfred needs to wear clothes at all times. He hates being unclothed so much it's unreal. He is also very strict about what clothes are 'appropriate' for what time. The kids can count on one hand the times they've seen him in proper pajamas, if he's woken up in the middle of the night he's decked out in robe and cap and slippers and Night Ascot. Every Christmas they wake up earlier and earlier to get him to come down in his pajamas, it has never once worked.

Dick does wear clothes but he wears any clothing that crosses his path. Steph's workout leggings? Sure. Damians xs hoodie? If it fits over his head why not. He has to expend brainpower to come up with a comprehensible outfit and too often he has no braincells to expend. Also he forgets to wear shoes. He has gone all the way to work barefoot and had to turn around.

Pre-death Jason was definitely "running around in boxers until Alfred scolded him" kid, post-death he's wearing a hoodie AND sweatpants AND fuzzy socks at all times. He runs cold, go figure. He cannot walk around on non carpeted floor without slippers or socks, he hates being barefoot. He sleeps with socks on, the monster.

Tim the pinnacle of teenage boy, He'll wear a shirt if he's already in it but he won't go through the effort to put one on, if that makes any sense. He sleeps shirtless so he stays that way most weekends. He is the prime breaker of the 'please put on a shirt while people are over' rule. Unbelievably specific but: when his hair gets long enough it starts to bother him, he'll use his shirt as a bandana to get it out of his eyes. Yes it looks ridiculous. No he doesn't care.

Damian is the only one who endeavors to remain clothed as he doesn't like not wearing them, but he has problems with changing his clothes. He routinely goes to sleep fully in the outfit from the day. If left to his own devices he would just go a week in the same outfit without changing. They had to have an extensive 'you cannot sleep in a suit' talk. He doesn't change out of his school uniform when he gets home.

Duke is yet another shirtless teenager, but he takes advantage of the Many Robes of the Wayne household. He thinks it looks cool until Damian points out he looks like a stepmom. He still wears them though, they're so soft.

Cass likes to steal hoodies. No hoodie or sweater or robe for that matter is safe, they all end up in Cass's Horde. She also denies her crimes because she thinks it's funny. Other than that she loves soft pajamas, but usually ends up in shorts. She has walked around in a sports bra sparking a lively debate as to what counts as "shirtless"

#hi im spiraling. welcome to headcanon town #narsposting #dc comics #batman #bruce wayne #alfred pennyworth #dick grayson #jason todd #tim drake #damian wayne #duke thomas #cassandra cain #not tagging their supersonas fuck you

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punktactical · 3 months

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LOVESICK , caesar clown

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summary ; loving sex between two lovesick idiots.

warnings ; 18+ content , soft sex , fluff , gender neutral terms used , afab reader , p-in-v , established relationship , loser x slightly cooler loser

a/n ; i wasnt a fan of this guy before writing this but istg after this, i have been converted. im being so real rn writing this CHANGED me. anyways ! thank you @usopp-enjoyer for requesting this ! i had lots of fun writing it <333

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caesar clown, a well-known scientist throughout the world. he's cruel, arrogant, sinister, and evil ! a person like him deserves no love, no affection, no nothing ! and yet, there's you, who gives all of that to him. his loving, kind, and gracious partner.

you praised and pampered him, always showering him in unneeded affection, as monet says. people call you stupid, for falling for a man like that, but you don't care. if anything, he's the stupid one when it comes to you. he might be that evil man he is, but he turns into mush once confronted with you.

caesar was a fool for you, despite the genius scientist he claims to be, he can't resist you, ever. you were divine, ethereal, unreal. he couldn't believe a person so angelic would ever fall for him.

the thing is, you were the one who fell first, he just fell harder. so when he came proposing to you to be his life-long partner in crime, how could you refuse?

you both are utterly and deeply in love with each other, there's no denying it !

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sex with ceasar is slow, to his disappointment. he'd love to rush things and get his stress out, but you promise him that'll be much more refreshing if you take things slow. you're always right by the end of it, he feels much more relaxed and content, but he'd never admit it.

you both cuddle before, during, and after sex. it's an absolute need, for both caesar and you. he's a needy loser and you're a touch-starved mess, the only thing you two need is each other, always touching.

is there a top and a bottom? not really, you both just lay on your sides and begin feeling each other up. on rare occasion, you'll ride him, if he's feeling extra tired.

you do most of the work, considering how bratty caesar is. he demands to be satisfied first. you don't mind, you know he'll help you reach your release eventually. you'll be patient.

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laying in bed with caesar, your faces were mere inches away from each other, hot breath fanning each other's faces. you were sliding your cunt over his throbbing cock, coating it in your slick. he hisses, hands gripping your hips. "please- just let me stick it in you already." you chuckle, running your hand across his chest, peppering it in kisses. "can you be any more un-gentlemanly?" your hand wanders to his cock, handling it with care and guiding it towards your entrance.

you slowly begin to sink yourself onto it, throwing your head back and biting your lip. ceasar quickly kisses you, groaning at the feeling of your gummy walls clenching around him. "it's fine. fuck- put the rest in later . . ." he mumbles against your lips, hazel pupils gazing into yours lovingly. "mm . . . i can take it !" sucking up the pain, you pierce yourself on his cock, squealing at the sharp thrust ceasar gives. "shit- m'sorry!! ah- feels s'good though . . ." you huff, smiling weakly at him. you reach towards his face, kissing him again.

"gonna move . . ." you warn, before lifting yourself up and letting yourself back down, pumping his cock with your wet cunt. he grunts, his thumb rubbing circles into your hip. you continue your movement, quickly picking up a good pace. soon, squelching and skin slapping fills the room, alongside the sweet harmony of you and your husband's moaning. his thumb finds itself rubbing at your clit, making you shriek in surprise.

". . . wanna make you cum first this time- oh fuck !" you whine, capturing him back into another kiss. you both mumble incoherent things against each other's lips but it's guaranteed to be 'i love you' and lots of curses. caesar begins thrusting his hips, hoping to meet your own. you cry, throwing your head back. "no- no! wanna cum at the same time, please- my love. please, want it s'bad !" caesar nods frantically, growling in pleasure. he can hardly contain himself anymore. "fuck- m'sorry ! can't keep going, shit- i love you so much oh fuck !" luckily for him, you were just reaching your peak too.

a coil in your stomach snaps, finally releasing everything you've kept pent up and leaving you breathless. you feel your husband shake for a minute, before your filled with warm, sticky cum. you both huff, not saying a single word, before you cut through the silence with a giggle.

leaning down, you leave a chaste kiss to your lover's forehead, relishing in the way he tries to hide his lovesick smile.

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#one piece smut #op smut #smut #one piece #caesar clown #caesar clown x reader #caesar clown smut #romantic smut #soft smut #fluff #one piece fanfiction #theyre both losers sorry #punkz postz

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hacked-by-jake · 3 days

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Alright I have way too many thoughts and emotions so there ain't no way I'm gonna be able to organize everything into a nice sentence but I still gotta get it out 🤣🤣

First off, my notes app with some of my thoughts I wrote down while playing (in chronological order):

Where's Jake?

No premium?

Why and where is nymos

Why are we playing candy crush instead of hacking

Again: Where's Jake, he prob sees our chats and knows whats happening (hopefully)

The characters seem like an almost identical reflection to duskwood

What happened to Richy, please don't die on me 😩

Where's the others

We're now paying to see the secret chats

Why's this game taking so much of my money

Ash really be making me cry about Jake again 🥴

Eric be throwing himself at us when I still want to stay loyal to my hacker boy 💀

The ending: I KNEW MY BABY WAS ALIVE I LOVE HIM, I DEMAND HE TALKS TO US NEOW 👹

AND ALAN I MISSED HIM TOO MWAH MWAH

Rant 1:

The money milking makes me sick and don't even get me started on the ai 🫡 I spent 17 bucks today, halfway through the first episode and already out of all the materials I bought. It's disgusting how Everbyte has completely flipped and is practically scamming their players. Based on the prices, it's almost 3 dollars to view one picture 🙄 I would be more than happy to buy a premium package like duskwood for $20 or even 30 but $17 for not even half an episode is a crime 😭😭

Rant 2:

It's crazy how long this game took and yet it's way worse than duskwood. I was expecting a few additions, not subtractions.

Rant 3:

There is no way to see previous media and calls like in duskwood and no chat history like they promised. I never would've thought it was possible, but these mini games are way worse than duskwoods. And I realized how childish it all looks, I hate how we get no explanation for anything we're doing in the game.

Conclusion:

I'm pissed but seeing the anonymous mask gave me life. I need to go replay duskwood to cleanse myself of moonvale 😮‍💨

Pahahaha you're really killing me with your thoughts, I love your humor so much. 😭

I really should also start to write down my first thoughts while playing but I fear I will write down something to every little sentence I read. xD

But it's so true, where's Nymos? Give us Nymos back! My emotional bond with this unreal little dude is huge so I seriously need him. It's literally a program but it's a he you can't change my mind because I imagine Nymos as Jake best friend who's exactly like Jarvis from Marvel. (Sorry if you don't know it but then I really recommend you to watch the Iron Man movies. (Actually all marvel movies but we're talking about Jarvis here so you best see or more like hear him in Iron Man)

Btw my headcanon is that Nymos is not just any program but also an AI. So and now I will expand the headcanon and say Nymos is an AI that is against AI art and nobody can stop me, hehe.

The Candy Crush comparison makes me laugh every time and it hurts me because it’s true. xD

The thing with the characters being identical with the Duskwood characters... It's a hard topic in my eyes.

Some people say it way too early to judge this. And it's true. We didn't saw much now. But I do think we can already judge them a bit by what we saw. And when we compare it with how the Duskwood characters were in the first episode, I do think you can see that there's not much yet, sadly.

Like, we had Thomas, the idiot in love with problems to take criticism. We had Jessy the hanger-on that were clinging to Dan but then decided to change sides. We had the funny sunny boy Richy. The pretty cold acting Cleo. We had bitchy Lilly and of course we had the grumpy and unfriendly Dan. They all acted pretty strong from second one, in my eyes.

But I somehow absolutely don't think the Moonvale characters are like the Duskwood characters. Because well, I really think they need stronger personalities.

We have Eric who's a pretty normal guy and even though he tripped twice in one episode he's not at all like Thomas.

We have Ash who's like a very, veeery light version of Jessy and Lilly, in my eyes. Somehow kind but somehow absolutely not trustworthy.

We have Violet who's just.. there sometimes. Even the drunken police chief is more expressive.

Well and Charlie is.. Somehow like Richy and in my eyes has the strongest personality so far.

Oh and not to forget Brian who wasn't even there. Lol.

So yeah, I understand both points but I might see it a bit differently.

"Why's this game taking so much of my money" had me on my knees, laughing and crying at the same time because it's almost funny what Everbyte did and it's just as sad.

During my first playthrough I was also like: Someone give me a crucifix I need to get rid of Eric as soon as possible.

But while replaying I just had to see what happens if you decide to get closer with Eric and I swear it didn't disappoint me. It was hilarious and truly, I want this with Jake. I need such a chat with Jake! Everbyte, please!

I mean, I'm not flirting with Eric because I think he's hot or anything. Sadly, his character isn't interesting to me in this sense. (I need the mysterious guys xD) But I just had to try it and I mean, who knows if it will be important later. It's manipulative, I know, but don't judge me. And also, there's still this little hope for a jealous Jake. *ahem* Sorry, I promise I still feel bad for flirting with someone else. 😩

But gosh, the side story end. It was worth all the wait, really. I said before, I don’t forget about the negative things because of it but I'm just a silly, lonely, disappointed girl in love with a fictional hacker, let me have this adrenaline boost!

And yes, I was so happy when I saw Alan's body cam. I immediately knew what that means but at first I was just so happy to "see" Alan as well. I really like this guy, I can't stop myself.

About rant 1: I love the comparison with "So expensive is a picture" it is just as true and actually shows again how incredible it all is. I’ve said my opinion many times now, and I still want to protect Everbyte and give them a little empathy. But it's sadly just true.

I had a thought about that (what you said in rant 2) before and wanted to make a post about it later. So I hope it's okay if I get to it later.

Rant 3: This is actually one of the things that botherse the most. We can't rewatch calls, videos and pictures. The chats are disappearing and are gone forever. And they told us it will be different and that's so annoying. Not being able to see it in the app is just bothering for me. And yeah, that they broke the "promise" is as well. We all were so happy about the chat thing and now...

I actually like the look of Moonvale even if I would prefer something much darker. Especially with the mini games. The background is AI, of course, so. It would look much better with a real background.

And the damn mini games... I loved the ones in Duskwood so much. I really did. It was so much fun and I was one of the people who found them very easy.

But now the Moonvale mini games. By lord. Even though they're much easier for me in my replay, the first time I was actually this close to throwing my phone against the wall. I mean, I even went to sleep at some point and finished the game the next day! Everyone who follows me since duskwood knows I would rather shave my head than that. But they're just pain. And I seriously hope Everbyte will make them a bit easier or give us moves! Because this was often the biggest issue for me. Not enough moves. But they want you to buy gems so... 😒

Your conclusion sound good. I'm definitely planning to replay Duskwood as well. If I want or not. I have to. I need the comforting atmosphere and my emotional support hacker.

So I would say, see you in Duskwood, my detective friend. 🫡

No, jokes aside. Thank you so much for sharing your thoughts with me and us. As I said, I love your humor and the way to describe the things. And I really enjoyed answering it. 💚

I hope you could calm down a bit as well. I definitely needed some days before I could see it more clearly.

And as always a huge pleasure to see you here again. 💚😌

#thank youuuuu!! 💚#have a great day/evening/night!#hoeforfanfics #moonvale #moonvale thoughts #moonvale game #moonvale criticism #everbyte criticism #moonvale episode 1 #moonvale spoiler #moonvale episode 1 spoiler #hbj mv x dw answers #duskwood side story #everbyte studio #everbyte game #everbyte moonvale #moonvale everbyte

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Ma Chérie Synopsis: There's something about the memories I ramble that makes my heart ache. Ma chérie, are you missing me? pairing: Chrollo Lucilfer + Fem!Reader. Genres: Angst, memories of the past, drabbles.

There is some beauty in the act of "losing what is essentially important", something tragic, worthy of being portrayed on a movie screen and transposed into soft, nostalgic melodies, films he would watch and music he would allow himself to enjoy. Although Chrollo found it a captivating subject, he never liked to imagine losing what was important to him. He had never had anything, his life had never had any purpose or meaning to adhere to. Always so much less than the others, always an inconvenience, that is, until the Troupe was formed. So why would he want to lose the only things that make him who he is?

Well, he lost someone important, someone whose existential value could never be measured in words. Someone who was… Everything.

Sweet memories are the only thing he has left, memories of a sugary tone, accompanied by a bad scenario and inhuman situations, but he had her. So none of that mattered.

No matter how many times he faced death, whether from hunger or illness after so long inhaling the infectious air of the dump, he knew that he would never receive a "goodbye", but a warm squeeze of the hands.

Her hands were not soft, on the contrary, they were calloused and rough, like sandpaper, her touch was rough, but he would never refuse, because it was affectionate. Affection he would never deny, not hers. This led him to wonder at the time, if he hadn't been in such a despicable situation, what would the real texture of her hands have been? Oh Lord, he would give the world to her if he could.

He regrets questioning it so much, regrets being so ungrateful, because soon, the thing that once stroked his face and rubbed his fingers with affection, the warmth of a sincere caress, was gone. As quickly as it came. The precious priceless thing talked about in movies and songs had been forcibly taken from him.

It was unfair. And to Chrollo's displeasure, there was no one to blame. He knew that she was sick and fragile, he knew the risks of exposing her to danger, to the petty crimes she committed for the sake of survival, he knew that he had something to lose if he decided to risk her health in order to have something to eat for one more day. He was already familiar with contempt, but the pain of loss was as acute as the pain of hunger. Even if he had eaten an entire can of canned peaches, the sharp pain that vibrated in his core would not go away.

He was cold, so cold that his bones ached. And unfortunately, she wasn't there to rub his cold hands.

In the cold early hours, he found himself filtering the information, digesting the facts and staring at them. He'd seen people die before, he'd seen the worst of humanity in such a short space of time that it didn't even make him frown, because disgust had already seeped into his daily life. He just wanted to know why it didn't let him rest when he lay on the moldy mattresses.

It was driving him crazy, and he must have been 14? Or 15? Going mad at 15 wasn't the best strategy someone like him could have.

Like Prometheus, Chrollo was having his wounds reopened on a daily basis, from the moment he went to sleep until the hour of sun began to show its first signs in the Meteor City.

So, in order to obscure these memories, for the sake of his newly formed troupe of thieves, he decided to infuse them into the back of his mind, for as long as it took, until the memories became nothing more than a small fragment, of something that Chrollo Lucilfer believes to be nothing more than a bad dream.

An unreal delusion.

The night in York seemed turbulent, hectic and with a touch of danger in the air, not the frightening kind, but the kind that gets your blood pumping, makes a delicious adrenaline rush through your veins, as if even the most ordinary of girls could experience a mind-blowing adventure. But Chrollo's blood wasn't pumping wildly, and he certainly wasn't a girl looking for an exciting, euphoric adventure. He was quite sober, in fact.

Chrollo put his hands in the pockets of his coat, it was a bit different from the long coat he wore, this one was brown and rather ordinary, but still a good coat. He stabilized his posture, there was something in his thoughts that trapped him in the subconscious of ideas, a trance of nostalgia, something he didn't like, but found difficult to disengage from at this point.

He should just stick to the original plan and rent a small cubicle to hide out in with the rest of the troupe, he thought as he eyed the hotel's battered sign, a clear blur between the words in large cursive letters, the coloring was faded and yellowish, but if he had to guess, he would guess that it was something like 'Hotel of Sleeping Beauties!' with several exclamations in a row.

He entered the hotel without any expectations, he didn't need to be smart to understand that the outside was just a glimpse of the inside. His pre-judgments weren't wrong, it wasn't a good dump, but it would do for now. The corners of the walls were moldy and the air was rather damp, and he could feel it when the dust unceremoniously entered his nostrils.

A receptionist, maybe 22 years old at the most, stood on the other side of the counter, he had a bunch of cigarette butts in an ashtray, and one more between his lips, the slow passage to death on the lips of a young man, who stared at him with nothing but boredom. The kind of employee who doesn't receive commissions and neglects his clientele. But to be fair, Chrollo had to admit that his uniform was rather pompous for such a shabby place; red with silver details on his hat.

"[Name], we have a gentleman waiting at reception to be attended to… I suggest you hasten your steps," he said rather loudly into the intercom, almost like a threat, followed by an exhausted sigh.

Chrollo approached the counter with an unreadable expression, and could tell that neither of them would make any further moves unless necessary.

"I'm sorry for the delay, Eddy"

Chrollo raised his eyes to look at the newcomer and, for a moment, he thought he had gone back in time.

His face, his voice, his rigid mannerisms. The perfectly sculpted creature, identical even down to the smallest details of his face. It was perfect. So perfectly the same that it was frightening. Just like the sight of a zombie preserved only to haunt he.

"We still have a few rooms available, sir, I think you'll want to take a look." She sounded professional, neutral and infused, as if Chrollo were just another face among the many she must have seen that evening. Just someone else to serve. A stranger.

Her tone was unapproachable; on the contrary, it was distant, disguised by a cordial kindness.

"Sir?" The woman in question approached with her eyes flashing in curiosity, an essential customer care.

"Forgive me, I'm getting distracted," Chrollo approached, making her step back.

She was so close, so close that he feared he would be blown away with the dust if he tried to touch her.

"It's okay, don't worry," [Name] nodded in agreement, as resigned as a doll kept in the darkest corner of the closet, but still smiling with disdain. That smile that didn't reach her eyes to express anything, only carved to be etched into her flesh and her manners. His gracious appreciation was a sham. "Shall we go ahead? I'll show you the way."

"I appreciate that" Chrollo just nodded, unable to formulate a flattering response, following her as she took the bunch of keys out of one of her pockets.

You should be dead.

You should be dead…

That's what was going through his mind as he stared into her doll-like eyes.

Inspiration from the tale Ma chérie . Thank you for read <3

#hxh #hunter x hunter #hunter x reader #phantom troupe #hxh chrollo #chrollo lucilfer #chrollo lucifer x reader #kuroro #angst #maybe a part2?#chrollo x reader #chrollo lucilfer x reader

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It's been a wild few months here at theInstaGrahame HQ, but what never fails to make me happy is the rad games I get from the mail. I'm getting over a cold, so I'mma work on this instead of anything productive I could be doing!

Here's my month of RPG mail calls, and why I'm hyped!

Coriolis: The Last Cyclade: I've been curious about Coriolis' Middle Eastern-themed sci-fi vibes for a while, so I put this on a Secret Santa wishlist; and this is what I got! Excited to dive in.

Curios: Albrecht Manor and Jasper Park: Good Luck Press is one of those game design teams I'll try anything from, and the pitch for this is really unique. It's not an RPG per se, as much as a collection of books, papers, maps, and other materials that point toward a mystery you get to figure out. Playing it is just... looking through stuff.

Salvage Union: I am a big fan of post-apocalyptic media, and a fan of the mecha genre. So, yeah, this was an easy sell. It's built on the Quest system, which I've been meaning to get more into anyway, and it looks like a mech repair manual!

The Zone (which I apparently thought people would just recognize): This game is available for free online, but the box set is gorgeous, and features some designers I love. Trying to set up an online session soon, but I do really want to play it in person.

Deimos Academy: Honestly, I picked it up because of the creative team, but also the pitch is great. I skipped my high school reunion, but if there was a chance to go back and face a monster? I might've thought about going.

Brindlewood Bay + Nephews in Peril: I was originally just going to get the super popular Elderly Detectives Solve Eldritch Crimes RPG, but the title of the expansion/mystery book was just too perfect.

Rebels f the Outlaw Wastes: I've already mentioned I like post-apocalyptica? Well, this took a neat approach to achievements/leveling that I was super intrigued by, and I just dig the fun vibe. The reason I like post-apocalyptic media is that it's hopeful, and this feels moreso than a lot of other stuff.

Skyrealms Almanac and Creatures and Folks: I've been into setting guides this past year. And like, this one is also a coloring book? Hell yeah.

Stoneburner: I've been following the creator on Twitter and elsewhere for a while, so I was curious about this title. But definitely sold when they talked about some of the inspiration being the original Starcraft games.

Forgery: Again, picked it up because I really like Banana Chan's work, but this is a paint-by-numbers solo RPG about forging a demonic painting. So like, yeah. That's rad.

Vast Grimm: Space Cruisers: Vast Grimm is Mork Borg in Space, but I'm also a big fan of ship catalogs, so I really wanted to check this one out.

.Dungeon: Everything Snow makes is beautiful, queer, and nostalgic, so when they mentioned a re-release of .Dungeon was coming, I really wanted to check it out. I have a lot of nostalgia for the

Cloud Empress (everything, including a patch!): I mean, you say Nausicaa and I'm listening. This has some roots in that world, but also does some really interesting things with the Mothership game engine. I'm especially intrigued by the notion of replacing racial traits with age traits, and having a series of pretty mundane jobs as the classes.

Layers of Unreality: The first of this month's Zine Club deliveries! I keep hearing about Liminal Horror, and this particular module I've heard nothing but incredible things about. So I'm really hyped to check out what happens in these backrooms.

Fear the Taste of Blood: My second Zine Club book this month! Kayla Dice is one of those really rad creators who I think deserves more attention than she gets, so I'm really hyped to dive into this take on classic movie monsters.

I also got this from my partner's family's Secret Santa.

Okami is one of those games that sticks with me, and has ever since I first saw images from it, and played it. It's a genuinely beautiful experience, and while it's maybe not a game everyone will like, it's one that I really enjoy, and the art is a big part of that.

It stands out as an example of what you can do with a video game that's nearly impossible with most other art forms, and also a reason that I don't think the Arms Race for More Photorealistic Graphics in video game consoles is worth the effort.

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Lore Olmypus Episode 271 Spoilers

We're in the endgame now. I guess.

And I feel absolutely nothing. Any tension that could have hyped me up for this moment was squashed by my frustration with every character's lack of thinking skills.

Why exactly are Hera and Persie passed out on the ground? Kronos didn't even do anything yet, all that happened was that he closed the door after Hera and Persie managed to squeeze through at the last moment.

Speaking of, this episode shows us that Kronos is huddled up in (what is presumably) his cell deep down in Tartarus so how exactly did he control the door?

It will never be not funny to me that Kronos, ancient tyrant and titan of time (*rolls eyes*) sounds like a modern-day incel whenever he talks. And then other times RS remembers she's writing the supposed Big Bad and has him switch to more appropriate language on the fly. The whiplash is unreal.

Persephone: "Kronos is powerful but erratic. This makes his behavior hard to anticipate."

Oh, is that RS's in-universe excuse for Kronos switching motivations every time we see him? First he wants to return to the world of the living, then he wants to take revenge on Hades, then he suddenly wants Persephone but actually he wants Hera. And now he wants... Hera again, I guess. Holy constantly shifting goals, Batman!

Kronos: "I will take pleasure in your gradual and painful destruction!"

also Kronos: *proceeds to sit in his cell and do nothing for the entirety of the episode*

If you want to make Kronos actually menacing instead of just annoying, maybe have him do more than an occasional supervillain-laugh RS.

I will admit, the visual of Hera and Persephone slowly descending into Tartarus and past all these human souls reaching out for them from their cells is cool. It makes the whole situation actually feel tense and scary, knowing there's something terrible waiting for the protags down this endless pit but also knowing that they have no choice but slowly climb towards it.

Or it would be if RS didn't ruin it with Persie doing very obvious cover-ups for story flaws a lot of critics pointed out while she's descending.

Like "Oh, I don't talk or think about how the fuck Apollo managed to channel my powers or where Hades actually is because I'm disassociating from it as a defense mechanism."

Persie that would be way more convincing if you'd done literally anything besides sitting on your ass and whining this season.

This constant narrative that everything is just too much for poor girlboss Persie and that's why she's doing fuck all doesn't really work when all that happened is that people rightfully called Persie out for making a mess while Persie hid away in the Underworld. Rather than work on solutions to the problems she caused or at least try to help with the fall-out.

She hasn't tried to learn more about her powers or about her deal. She didn't try to get in contact with Erebus. She hasn't done anything to try and free Melinoe from Kronos. She didn't help with the preparations for the sleep dive, neither did she even offer to take part in it even though it concerns both her and Hades' kingdom. She refused to participate in the meeting between the gods on what to do about the "plague" but still felt the need to make commentary over the phone. She hasn't come forward about Apollo's numerous crimes to keep him from taking over Olympus, even though she has several powerful deities to back up her claims.

Every time Persie could have chosen to become more than a passive bystander, she had some other character step up and do or say something instead.

Hera: "So are the fertility goddess stories real and you are one?"

Is... is that not common knowledge at this point?

The Fertility Goddess Mystery Box is becoming bloated with how much shit RS keeps putting in.

So apparently whatever Apollo did with the help of Ouranos at the broadcast was only "manufactured" and any greenery he managed to create with Persie has presumably died again by now. Okay. Persie knows this how?

The irony of RS making Hades look exactly like Kronos in the flashback to him and Persie accidentally doing the going giant-thing.

Persephone: "I did make [Apollo] bleed from his eyes and ears though, so that's a win."

Huh?

Persephone: "It's something I can do with my new powers; I was sort of able to rot his physical form from the inside."

Huh?

Persephone: "I think I can do some damage to Kronos that way."

HUH???

Hold on, so does Persie know how her powers work or does she not??? What is it with this cloud somersault in logic???? When the fuck did she figure this out????

Hera: "I'm not really one for combat."

Girl you fought in the fucking Titanomachy, what do you mean???

(The way RS repeatedly portrays women as physically helpless and incapable of defending themselves without outside help, I want to throw up all of my organs)

Alright, as much as I hate everything leading up to it I actually like the conversation between Hera and Kronos. Hera using Kronos' victim complex and egocentrism against him is actually really clever. And I like the small glimpse we get into Kronos' past and how Ouranos' abuse helped shape him into the monster we know today.

Kronos justifying his own cruelty by comparing it to Ouranos' allegedly much more evil deeds while completely missing that his actions have made him no better than Ouranos is neat. That's abusers for you. "I know I hurt you but I could've been worse! Also I had it way worse than you! Pity me!"

I did not expect Hera drawing this paralell between her and Kronos, of being deities who did horrible things for the greater good and ended up despised despite the sacrifices they made, but it's cool.

It's bullshit, but it's bullshit Hera knows Kronos will buy because of just how blind he is to his own faults.

Okay, final thoughts.

Someone else pointed this out, but this is literally just the season 3 finale again.

Kronos takes over a large part of the Underworld and controls the bodies of a bunch of powerful deities, Hades among them.

Persephone has to descend to the Underworld.

Another powerful god tags along with Persie and does 80% of the work to set up Persie's #Girlboss victory.

Not RS building up a different villain all season and then just going "Sike! It's Kronos again!"

At this point, I fully expect Ouranos and Apollo to be defeated off-screen.

#lore olympus critical #anti lore olympus #lo critical #anti lo

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sweetlikehoneystingslikeabee · 5 months

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silly hc idea for the riddlers. What do you think it'd be like if the riddlers who have voice actors/actors met their actors? Do you think they'd be appreciative? Freaked out?

Riddlers meet their actors

Short and sweet but this is way too cute

Tw: fourth wall breaking, meta, unreality/dpdr, surveillance

Gotham

- Considering the canon (that I ignore mostly because it's done so poorly) that hes got a split personality he's talked to, it probably wouldn't go well? Lots of animosity. Like a dog growling at its reflection.

- IGNORING THAT THOUGH. He'd start quizzing him and giving him riddles since this is obviously a fake. A trick someone is playing on him.

- if he found out it was real, he'd be super apologetic and calling him Mr.

- oh god does that mean there's actors for penguin and zsasz as well? They must be more pleasant than the on screen counterparts, at least.

60s

- Between Edward's riddles and puns and Mr. Gorshins stand up, the crime fighting duo is going to be seeing double! But this isn't about them.

- given this riddler is kind of a cinemaphile, there would be so many acting questions. Favorite movie? Who is the most famous person he's worked with (besides him, obviously)? He's quite good at acting and impressions himself, as Frank Gorshin would already know.

Zero year

- Get fucked, Edward, you have no VA or actor. That will however not stop him from harassing the writer and artist. His plan was failproof! How did this GUY beat him? And he can't just read who Batman is because then it'll be like he couldn't figure it out on his own. Ugh!

- He is going to red marker a copy of Zero Year showing every unflattering panel. See that expression where it looks like he has a double chin? That has to go, fellas!

- He tells them to do a better job next time. Because there WILL be a next time. He's simply the best riddler there could be! And no, not with the mohawk, get that out of here.

BTAS

- Civilized conversation after a brief "How strange, you can imitate me- OH-" Well, perhaps you should have pushed for more riddler episodes. His brilliant mind should be on display after all!

- sorry its been...... its been how many years since the show has been on...? Of COURSE he knew that. It was just a surprise hearing it. Right now.

- well. Other than that, he's going to ask about the family, his husband, as is only polite. Then about the other voices. Working with them and-

- sorry, joker is luke skywalker?

Telltale

- It should only make sense that his voice actor should be so skilled with a long variety of credits. Perhaps he has this skill as well and he didn't even realize it!

- German is a surprising accent he didn't know he could do. That will definitely come into play at a later date if he needs to hide his voice.

Arkham

- He can't handle this. The realization he's just pixels in programming- He's so much GRANDER than this! Yes, yes, you've done a great job, whatever, he has much more concerning things to deal with. He'll spare you, Wally, simply because without you his voice wouldn't be.

- this ultimately turns into him becoming the nastiest virus that figures out how to spread to any device that can access wifi. In this new world, there's nothing he can't see or control...

2022

- honestly I think he'd be terrified. Who is this well-adjusted man with his face? He's an ACTOR? People pay to see this face? His worthless, disgusting-

- wait he has fans?

- it all goes downhill from there. Abduction, probably like when Joker abducted Mark Hamil in that one special.

- He will flip when he finds out Paul Dano wrote his origin comics. Someone who knows him so well better than ANYONE else on this wretched world.

#riddler #gotham #btas riddler #arkham riddler #zero year riddler #riddler 2022 #telltale riddler #60s Riddler #foxwriting

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lupaeusarc · 6 months

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𝘑𝘜𝘚𝘛 𝘍𝘌𝘌𝘓𝘐𝘕𝘎 𝘗𝘖𝘚𝘐𝘛𝘐𝘝𝘐𝘛𝘠 𝘝𝘐𝘉𝘌𝘚 𝘐𝘋𝘒

i saw some people doing these end of year posts and i'm in a sappy mood so happy holidays and here's some people i adore !!

@stanfordprepped JARED my bestie my love the light of my life you're genuinely one of my best friends and an absolute day one ride or die i can't even describe how much samemma and cassdell mean to me and our other ships are top tier as well i'm so glad i met you and i'll get to updating cassie's aesthetic and bringing some cassdell to the dash right after this 🤍

@carp3diems ceejay . bestie . partner in crime . sounding board for every chaotic thought that goes through my mind . i adore you and our plots and threads and the way i can just hop into your dms like " hey can i traumatize our muses rq " and you're always down lmao you're so talented and i'm just very thankful for you and for colbemma and for all of our chaos

@multi-royalty maddieeeeeee i love you so much my big little sissy 🥹 the only person i'll write em in the tvdu for and the reason i'm still writing at all i owe so much to you and i appreciate that even if we don't talk constantly you know i think you're the bees knees and you make the rpc a better place you absolute ball of sunshine

@stilesstylelinski trick you fuckin goblin i don't know what i would do without our bullshit or your unconditional emotional support you and i have both had a pretty shit year and i'm just really glad we could lift each other up even a little bit throughout all of it . stemma owns my soul and i'm still just in awe of your portrayal okay you basically pull the boy off the screen

@boundforhale MOM mom i love you mom i'm so grateful for you and for the gremlin chat and for all the support and love you give . you're so talented and kind and you need to be NICER to yourself for taking your time with replies i would be happy with a reply a year okay plus derek is a stubborn asshole it wouldn't make sense if he woke up all the time lol when he does he comes out swinging though you knock it out of the park every time

@ruinedmyself twin 🤍 i think you're so neat okay the way your brain works is so fascinating and the love you put into your muses is like palpable you're so cool and so talented and brooklyn and sam are so fucking funny i can't watch the basement yard anymore without thinking of them . i'll make more edits of them soon the accuracy is just so unreal lol

@inkedmuses VVVVVV listen i have such brainrot for john b and emma right now they make me so happy all of our ships are so cute and interesting and i love them so much you have some of the coolest plot ideas ever it's so chaotic and so fun to just yell ideas at each other and bring them to life

@guiltye LILLY i mean i just could yell forever and i will i WILL yell forever i can't even believe how intricate and deep and unique all of our plots are i'm constantly in awe of your mind every time i get a meme or reply from you i'm starstruck i love you and i love yelling about noah with you and i just think you're so fucking cool and so creative and talented and interesting and strong as all hell and you just never fail to make me smile *mandolin playing* you got all my love 🤍

@n0prom1ses lumiiii listen i love these idiot sisters so much already and i think all of our ships and dynamics are so neat 🥹 i'm sad we lost so much time especially knowing why but i'm so glad nature is healing and that sonny is once again dragging asher by the balls bc frankly it's what he goddamn deserves

i could literally go on for hours but i do want to get some things done lmao so here's some more people that my note to is this : i adore y'all and i hope you have the best holidays / new year and that 2024 brings you everything you hope for 🤍

@svnflowehrs , @escapedfromthevoiid , @hellgiven , @qapsiel , @westwingsolo , @r4chelamber , @ofcrxwns , @ofblackskies , @neverrcry , @gunchamber , @controlledvolatility , @sarcasticsnackpack , @localsalt , @fuckmeupindie , @hstoryhuh , @mecwmellc , @surgcns , @unitcd , @unbearablyindifferent

#{ if i missed you i'm sorry and i hope you have the best holidays as well !! }#୧ ‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ so when my thoughts take off may i breathe deep ⌗ ooc .#୧ ‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ you’ll always be a flower on my skin and the pain that i am in ⌗ mentions .

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wires (7) - michael afton x reader

author’s note: hello! thank u for all the love and sorry for the delay :P

summary: You and Henry talk. Michael and Henry make difficult decisions. You have to get back to work. (6k)

Chapter 7

"Here you go," Henry hands you the plastic cup with the hot drink you've chosen. After reading Michael's note, Henry offered you a ride home, but you insisted that you wanted to explain what had happened today, as soon as possible, so that your nightmare would finally end. Henry understood your motives, but insisted on bringing you to a quieter place, where the two of you could talk freely and without the noise of sirens or police officers talking loudly.

So now you found yourselves in a small local coffee shop, where there were only students with their books and the staff of the café. You thanked Henry for the drink, and took a small sip, feeling the small dose of dopamine that the hot drink provided try to rewire your brain. You were still in shock, but getting away from the establishment certainly helped you calm down. Henry was also good company, not pushing you to speak, just standing next to you and comfortably silent, waiting for you to take the initiative. It was good to be around someone as understanding as him at this time, despite the fact that you only met him twice.

"Take your time, I don't have a timetable for coming home," Henry says smiling fondly at you, "I know your head must be a mess now, so you can take the time to organize a timeline." You look at him, understanding what he meant. And it was true, your head was a mess before, but after telling and retelling the same story to so many people today, you can easily dictate the same speech you did to everyone else. However, with the adrenaline finally leaving your body after so long, you're out of energy. In those moments when your body is totally without motivation or initiative, sincerity and truth come to the surface, taking advantage of the lack of strength in your inhibitory control. That's why, at that very second, when your brain was so tired of controlling your actions, you say:

"I saw Noah's organs scattered all over the floor," your voice is strangely calm for the gravity of your speech. Henry's eyes widen. "I never thought I'd witness something like this, I've heard it on true crime podcasts or online reports, but it all seems so unreal until you actually witness violence like this," you continue, holding the cup with both hands, letting the hot liquid exchange heat with your cold hands.

"Yes," Henry replies, a soft tone in his voice. He understood well what you were talking about, after all, he never thought he would find the soul of his only daughter trapped in a puppet. It was an event that people only visualize in films or books, so he understood your shock now, what you thought was such a distant reality was closer than you imagined. Henry didn't comment on or interfere with your train of thought, letting you say what you wanted.

"I never thought about how I would die or when," you continue, your eyes downcast and slightly open, as if you were reliving the scene, "But, Henry, do you think I could die like that?" you ask, now staring at the man you've just met. Well, that's certainly not what Henry was expecting when he came to talk to you, but he knew the curse that this franchise carried was bound to cause some unpredictable events, turning people into monsters or survivors, defying all the laws of nature and even making the dead come back. Predictability was not present in Henry's life.

"I don't know, Y/n," Henry replied sincerely, letting his shoulders slump in defeat. He had no words of comfort for your situation, knowing that there was no comfort to give you, the fear in your eyes was clear. "We don't control the way we die, only what we do in life and the people we take care of during our days," the man continued, letting his back rest against the seat, still surprised that he was having such a deep conversation with a woman he had only just met. At least, in person, because he'd already heard a lot about you from Michael.

"I see," you reply, a little disappointed by the man's response. Well, you couldn't expect him to say that there's a way out of all your insecurities and fear, but in a situation like yours, you couldn't help but hope that a stranger like him would lie to you, words of comfort so surreal that you might believe them. "Thank you for being honest, Henry," you smile, thanking the man who kept you company during this chaotic night. Henry smiles back.

Henry looks at you for a few seconds, wondering whether or not to tell you what was on his mind. You seemed calmer, a softer look on your face, but fear was recognizable in your gaze. He had seen this fear too many times in Michael's eyes and in his own. It didn't suit you, so Henry sighs, catching your eye.

"There's a legend - Well, I wouldn't say a legend, but a story that really struck me," Henry begins, smiling slightly as he sees your eyes light up with curiosity, "It's about a man who made a mistake during his teenage years, an accident that killed a person he loved very much, and after that, he spent his whole life trying to make up for that mistake and several others that weren't caused by him. This man suffered a lot, lost many people and got hurt on his journey, plunging and sinking into this dark and lonely path, so much so that he ended up dying in a violent way." Henry pauses, taking a few seconds to breathe, "However, life is not cruel, it may seem so, but everything happens for a reason, so life gave this man a second chance. He came back to life, he got the second chance he deserves so much," the man in front of you smiles slightly, "I'm not saying that you can predict your death or that if you're good enough, your death will be peaceful, but that you can be sure that some bad things happen for good things to happen."

You don't know how to feel about this story, in fact, it left you a little confused. Why was Henry telling you this? Soon, you feel that same feeling you felt that day with Michael in the hallway. Your stomach seems to turn over in tears to let you know that that story or legend was in fact a ***truth***. You continue to smile, trying to disguise the discomfort that is settling in your body, lightly clutching the shirt you were wearing, waiting for the feeling to pass. It was violent with your body, almost as if you could feel your intuition screaming at you in every way that Henry was telling a real story.

Henry didn't know what to make of your silence, just watching you smile softly, seeming to understand what he had said. "Well, I'm sorry if I said something that made you uncomfortable, I just thought you'd like to hear this story," Henry starts to apologize, but is soon interrupted by you, "No, no, it's just a difficult story to absorb, but I think I understand, thank you Henry," you say, raising your cup to take another sip.

Henry seems pleased that you've understood, a bit happy to have comforted you at least a little. You talk some more, and you recount all the events of your terrible day to him, answering the questions he had and thanking him when he said he would talk to the head office about you having a few days off, because of the trauma you have suffered and the investigation that will take place. You don't know if the time off will be a good idea, maybe staying at home trapped in your thoughts won't be pleasant, but going back to the same place where you found Noah's open body wasn't an idea you liked either. Henry tells you that the night security guard will be notified of your absence and the investigation, at which you ask:

"Will Michael be working both shifts?" you interrupt Henry, worried that Michael might have to spend the whole day in that establishment. Henry looks at you, his mouth slightly open in surprise at your question. "Well, we don't know yet...", the man in front of you replies sincerely. Even Henry didn't want Michael to spend the whole day in that establishment before he found out who had killed Noah.

"If so, I'll go back to work," you say quickly, raising your back from the seat, showing confidence in your statement, "It's not fair that he has to work all day alone in that place," you continue, an assertive voice, as if the fear you had been feeling before disappeared for a few seconds. Henry doesn't know what to say to your suggestion, knowing that Michael will cut his head off if he lets you back into the establishment.

"I'll talk to him - but I don't know if the head office will agree to you returning to the establishment so soon," Henry replies, still impressed by your confidence. You cared about Michael, you didn't want him to spend the whole day alone in that establishment, especially since the murder took place during your working hours. You were just as stubborn as Michael, but Henry couldn't get frustrated about that, satisfied that the man he loved like a son had someone who cared about him besides Henry. Michael could be a little careless at times, still used to the anger and impulsiveness that had haunted him since his teenage years, so having someone like you who could look after him made Henry a little calmer.

"Okay, but tell them that if Michael has to work two shifts, I'm begging them to let me come back," you cross your arms, leaning back against the comfortable seat. Henry smiles softly and nods. You finish your drinks and Henry kindly escorts you home, promising to keep in touch to give you updates on the case and bring you news from the headquarters. You thank him and wish the caring man you got to know better that evening a good night.

"How is she?" is the first thing Henry hears when he gets home. Michael was standing there, wearing the same clothes as when he left the establishment. The television was off and the carpet was a bit messy, which showed Henry that Michael had probably been walking around in circles like a lunatic. "Good night to you too, Mike," Henry said with sarcasm, closing the door behind him.

"Don't give me that, answer me," Michael said a little irritated by Henry's lack of comment, the concern evident on the younger man's purplish face. Michael was without his mask and hood, which made his dark eyes more noticeable. Henry had gotten used to Michael's new figure, but in the bright lighting of his house, he could see that there was a small sparkle in the great darkness that was Michael's gaze, functioning almost like a pupil, following Henry's walking figure. Maybe it was the little glimmer of Michael's soul, Henry thought, not bothered by the possibility, given how crazy his day had already been.

"Are you going to keep staring at me or are you going to answer me?" Michael asks once again, gesturing with his hands, trying to get Henry's attention. "Your eyes have a little sparkle in them, it's not completely black," Henry said, dropping the bag he was carrying on the sofa and then sitting down, looking at Michael's standing figure, who was staring back at him in frustration. "No shit, Sherlock Holmes, it's not like I haven't looked in the fucking mirror today," Michael says, his tone harsh, getting increasingly annoyed with Henry. Michael was counting down the seconds to grab Henry's car key and speed off to your house to check on you.

Henry decided to have mercy on Michael, so he answered: "She's fine, still in shock, but after reading your note, she seemed visibly better," Henry said, taking off the shoes that were tight on his feet. Michael sighs, bringing his hand to his chest, calm taking over his face as he knew you were all right. The man knew what it was like to see a corpse for the first time, the sensation of meeting death and sensing it so closely that you begin to feel its soft touch on your shoulder is an unequal feeling. He had felt this sentiment several times, up until the day he was actually touched by his old friend. That feeling came back to him today, and all he could imagine is that you're feeling the same way, questioning your whole life and the point of it all, being violently reminded that, at the end of the day, you're just a piece of meat with bones and a soul.

"Was it that bad?" Michael asks, having no information about the murder or how Noah's body was found, but given the franchise's track record, he could only expect the worst. Henry raises his hands to his face, rubbing his eyes roughly, "Well, from what she told me, Noah's body looked like yours, his mouth was forced open and his organs were scattered all over the floor, it seems he had a deep opening in his torso," Henry says.

"Holy shit," Michael sighs heavily, dropping his body onto the sofa in frustration, echoing Henry's tired movement. The younger man's hands clamped over his purple mouth in shock, his thoughts racing through his head, not knowing how to react to the information Henry had just told him. Damn it, why did it have to be like this? Michael tried so hard to hide his own body and appearance from your sight, only to have fate slap him across the face and display the same way he died to you. The man's eyes closed in anger, it seemed as if this nightmare would never end, having literally pulled Michael back from his death to continue living the same stories and the same traumas forever. And now you were involved. "Do you think that Ennard is back?" Michael asks quietly.

Henry takes his hands away from his face to look at Michael, understanding the younger man's fear, "I don't know, Mike," he sighs, letting one hand rest on his partner's broad shoulder, the one person who has been with him through all the worst moments of his life, and this will be no different, "But, the police investigated the scene and there was no report of an animatronic, which indicates to us that, if Ennard was there, he certainly isn't anymore.... ", Henry concludes, trying to comfort Michael, seeing the anger resurface in the dead man's dark eyes.

Michael sighs, understanding Henry's words, "No trace from Liz?" the younger man asks about his sister, even though he knows that Ennard and Elizabeth are now two different animatronics, having felt the metallic remains of his sister come out of his mouth days before Ennard abandoned Michael's body in a dark alley. Henry allowed his face to relax into a sad expression, feeling the heavy mood settling between the two of them, given the pair's proximity to the little girl, who was now missing, possessing an animatronic. "No, no sign of her... I'm sorry, Mike," Henry replied.

"It's okay", Michael whispers, knowing that it wasn't the older man's fault, but he can't help also feeling disappointed, after all, he wanted to be reunited with his little sister once again. Michael understood that, before, when Liz saw him working at the Sister Location for the first time, she thought Michael was their father. Well, they do look alike, but perhaps, after the years the two siblings had been apart, Liz had forgotten her older brother's face, overwhelmed by revenge and anger. Michael would never blame her, or Evan, he could only imagine what it was like to be trapped forever in a metallic body, filled with rage and confusion, having to take on a new form that was so distant from a human body. All this suffering being processed in a mind that was made for drawing and for playing with toys was unimaginable for Michael.

"Well, when do I go back to the establishment?" Michael tries to change the subject, trying not to think too much about his siblings, knowing that it was a path of no return, always ending up with Michael either angry or sobbing in Henry's arms.

Henry scratches the back of his head when he hears Michael's question. The younger man notices Henry's nervous mannerism, quickly realizing the discomfort of the man next to him from the question he asked. "What is it?", Michael asks, now a little on edge.

"Y/n refused to allow you to work two shifts, and, well, frankly - I agree with her," Henry begins to explain calmly, knowing that the next sentence would irritate Michael even more, "She believes that it's better for you two to work the day shift together than for one of you to do it alone".

Michael's eyes widen. Henry didn't expect to hear what spilled out of Michael's mouth. The younger man started to laugh, incredulous at what you had suggested, and even more in disbelief at Henry for telling him. "No way in hell," Michael said between laughs, all of the emotions he'd been through that night finally making him a little less lucid. It was laughable really, Michael was never going to let you go back there, at least not now, not until he finds out who killed Noah and where that killer is.

"Michael," Henry calls out to the man who kept laughing, "I completely agree with her." At that moment, the laughter stops immediately, causing Michael to turn his head to meet Henry's eyes. "What?" the younger man says abruptly, "You must be crazy," Michael adds, his voice hoarse and his anger more evident. There were too many overwhelming emotions for one night, Ennard might be back, no sign of Liz and now, Henry thinks it's a great idea to put you in the same place where Noah was killed. Michael may have died for good and is now in purgatory paying for all of his sins.

"Mike, I'm sorry, but I'm not going to let you wander around that establishment alone - I know how much you want to find Ennard, but we can't take that risk," Henry explained, his hands gesticulating in an effort to give Michael an impression of confidence. However, he could see that Henry was nervous, the younger man's temperament being a little worse tonight, after so many revelations in a matter of minutes.

"And you think it's a better idea to let Y/n roam those corridors instead of me?" Michael said louder, the anger that had been swirling inside the man finally exploding. "Come on, Henry, just think, would you rather have a person who doesn't know what they're up against wandering around the same corridors where Noah was killed than me, a person who's lived all these years in this fucking shithole - and still managed to die at the hands of one of those monsters?" Michael is screaming now, once again letting the force of hatred get the best of him, driving him to lash out at Henry, the man who had cared for him his whole life.

Henry had seen this coming, he knew it would be an extra sensitive topic for Michael. The younger man was very protective over you, verbally expressing how he didn't want to tell you the truth or show you what he looked like, in fear of you getting too involved and ending up dead just like everyone Michael had ever loved. So obviously he would have that reaction, the thought of letting you wander around the place while there was the possibility of Ennard being there was unbearable for Michael.

"That's not what I meant-" Henry says calmly, not wanting to add fuel to the fire, so he stands up and reaches for Michael's shoulders lightly, just to get the younger man's attention. "I just don't want you wandering around those corridors on your own, Mike," Henry continues, his gaze soft and pained. Michael immediately returned his gaze.

"I don't want any more victims for this establishment, I'm sorry, I know how much you want to continue investigating on your own, but I can't let you do that, Michael," Henry explains, the concern evident in his voice, "Neither can she, so for the first time in your life, please let other people take care of you too," the older man blurts out, the calm tone and gentle smile never leaving his face. Michael widened his eyes, not knowing how to react once again that night, just taking a deep breath and reaching for Henry's arms, which were still resting on his shoulders.

"I don't want her to become a victim of this chaos," Michael began to whisper, as if he and Henry were little children sharing their secrets. "I don't know if I can lose anyone else," he continued, aware of what he was implying. Henry realized it too.

"You're not going to lose anyone, and she doesn't want to see you hurt either," the older man says, "It's what I can do for now, I don't want to see you alone in that establishment and neither does she, and you're not willing to let her come back, so I propose that you two work the day shift, at least until we can find whoever did this," Henry suggests, watching the pained look take shape on the younger man's face, knowing that it's a difficult decision for him to make. Michael didn't want to imagine what would become of him if you got hurt or died in that establishment, another one among the dozens of victims in this never-ending nightmare. And worst of all, the feeling of having absolutely no control settles in Michael's chest, it's such a familiar situation for him. He's done everything to save Liz, he's done everything to right his wrongs with Evan, to release the souls that are trapped in eternal torment and to kill his father. Nothing worked, in fact, they only got worse. Would it be the same for you? Would it be the end of your story to watch your sister die and then yourself perish in Ennard's hands? Michael can't see anything beyond that. He was selfish, he was selfish with you, he shouldn't have gotten close to you, he shouldn't have kissed you or had sex with you. Michael shouldn't have fallen in love.

"Hey, hey, look-", Henry noticed the anxiety taking over the younger man's dead body, his broad shoulders shaking slightly with his gaze lost on the floor. "I know we've both lost a lot of people to this madness we call life, I warned you from the beginning not to let the relationship between you two get any deeper, but there's no going back in time, now you have to protect her, don't let this franchise take another good soul from this world - Don't give up now on the love you fought so hard for," the father Michael never had uttered, his voice firm, as if it were a warning. And it was a warning, one that Michael genuinely needed. The damage had already been done, now he would have to deal with the consequences of having gotten close to you, and frankly, he was willing to go to any lengths to see you safe and smiling. That thought awoke something in Michael, motivation gushing through his bloodless veins, knowing that there was no one better in the world to protect you but him and Henry. Michael was familiar with the threat, having come face to face with Ennard and, well, having died in his arms.

"Okay, Henry," Michael replied, his voice charged with emotion, but it wasn't anger or anxiety like before, it was charged with initiative and determination. You weren't going to die, not you or your sister, Michael wasn't going to let that happen, even if it was the last thing his dead body did in this endless nightmare.

You were listening to the birds chirping outside, your sister had already left for school, leaving you alone once again with your thoughts. Cass had been good company, she had limited information about what had happened, but she understood that her older sister was in a bad place and needed a little more help. That's why Cass understood when you asked to sleep in bed with her, or when she woke up and still didn't have breakfast on the table, needing to remind you to eat. You didn't want to be neglecting her, but the sleep paralysis didn't let you rest, in fact, you were afraid to fall asleep, because every time you would wake up with your body paralyzed and Noah looking at you, his face so close to yours that you could see the emptiness in his eyes. He didn't do anything, he just stared at you, and that was enough to make you realize: Noah wanted you to be in his place. And honestly, spending your days afraid to even shut your eyes, forgetting to feed your sister and not being able to leave the house, maybe it would have been better if it had been you.

"Fuck," you whisper, bringing your hands up to rub your eyes, preventing them from closing involuntarily. Today you would be returning to the establishment after five days away, you haven't managed to grasp how many days have passed, just spending every hour of the day at home, watching television or in your sister's room, reading some children's book she saved for school. You don't know how you feel about going back to work, especially to look at that same auditorium where you found that body, where you found Noah. But you wanted to see Michael, you wanted to sink into his arms and, for a few short minutes, feel safe, feel surrounded by steel barriers where Noah's killer or ghost couldn't get to you.

With these thoughts, you forced yourself to get up from the sofa, being practically carried by your own legs to your room, where you changed into your uniform. Your uniform was clean, in fact, there was never a speck of blood on the fabric given its distance from the corpse, but just the fact that you wore it that night made you frantically clean it irrationally. After changing, you headed for the kitchen, writing a short note to your sister, letting her know that you had left for work and giving her the number of the pizzeria in the next street, in case she got hungry. Just then, a noise from outside your house startled you, making you freeze in your tracks. It was the sound of a motorcycle, but the point is: you don't know anyone who rides a motorcycle.

Your body didn't move, frozen at the thought of the killer coming to get you. Maybe he saw you talking to the police and was out for revenge, or he wanted to kill all the workers in the establishment. You don't know, and frankly, it doesn't matter why. The sound of the motorcycle has stopped, signaling that the stranger must have stopped in front of your house. This wakes you up from your trance, opening the knife drawer in the kitchen and immediately grabbing one. You don't know how to fight, but maybe with a sharp weapon, you'll have a few seconds to fight for your life. "Please, anyone who's listening, don't let my sister be the one to find my body," you pray, knowing the trauma she would suffer from seeing the mutilated body of the person she loves most in the world. You would fight, fight so that your sister would not be left alone in this world. Your grip on the knife tightens at the thought of your sister, you could be in deep shit, you could be sleepless for days or have the same sleep paralysis every night, nothing would take you away from your sister, she wouldn't suffer any more, you wouldn't let her.

"Hello? Anyone home?", a familiar voice sounds from the front door. Your mind takes a few seconds to process who it was, and as soon as you do, the knife falls to the floor and your feet can be heard colliding with the ground, quickly making their way to the front door.

"Shit, did Henry give me the wrong address?", Michael verbalizes his own thoughts quietly, placing his hand on the motorcycle helmet he was wearing. The helmet was a bit scratched and had accumulated some dust due to lack of use over a long period of time, but Michael was at least happy that he was riding again. He was on his way back to the bike, having knocked on the door a few times and continued to get no response, but the sound of the door opening made him stop in his tracks, ready to turn around and apologize for having mistaken the address, but a body colliding with his torso made any train of thought he was having come to an immediate halt.

You knew Michael wouldn't like this close distance between the two of you, but honestly, now it didn't matter, he could yell and get angry at you later, now you just wanted to feel his arms, you wanted to feel him close. Michael let a small laugh escape his lips, surprised at your reaction to seeing him. "Careful, you could end up hitting your head on my helmet," he said, extending his arm, covered by his leather jacket and bandages, to encircle your waist, accepting how close you were. Michael was wearing a large jacket and helmet, he knows there's no way you can feel the wires or notice the purple hue of his skin, so he returns the embrace, needing your touch just as you needed his.

You don't answer, not having the strength to think about anything other than feeling Michael close to you again. It could be that you missed him, it could be the fear you're feeling, it could be so many emotions, but what matters is that he's with you now. Michael continues to smile, one arm around your waist and the other holding your head against his torso, careful not to press the heavy helmet against your head. "I'm sorry I didn't come sooner, I heard what happened and that the establishment was suspended due to the investigation," Michael says, squeezing your waist as he feels you nod. Shit, he wanted you even closer. "It's okay, you're here now," you say, feeling your voice break a little.

Michael lifts one of his hands and touches your face, caressing your cheek, "I will always be here for you," he says. Michael doesn't know what effect this little speech had on you, but when he simply and effortlessly stated that he would always reach you, once again, you felt the *truth* in his speech. You were safe with Michael, he would always find you, he would reach out to you no matter what. Your body relaxed, feeling the tiredness and lack of sleep finally catch up with your brain, or perhaps, it was your body feeling that it had found a safe place to relax, the survival instinct finally going away and leaving just you and Michael.

"I've come to pick you up so we can go to work," Michael says, breaking the silence that had settled between the two of you. You don't raise your head, not wanting to leave him so soon, "Yes, Henry told me we'd be working the day shift together," you reply, now playing with your fingers on the heavy fabric of his jacket.

"Yes, because one of the workers refused to let me work alone," Michael says, squeezing your cheek lightly. Your skin was so warm in contrast to Michael's bandaged fingers, he had missed your warmth. "I don't know who this crazy woman is, do you? You'll have to introduce me to her..." he teased, wanting to hear your laughter again. He left Henry's house with one goal in mind, well, two actually: to protect you and, above all, to hear you laugh. Michael could imagine what you had been through in those five days, after all, he had lived it a few times in his life. And when you finally appeared, bringing light into the immense darkness that were his days, you became a space where he could be anything but Michael Afton, the man who has lost everything, the man seeking revenge or the man who will never rest, he could be Michael Afton with you. Just Michael Afton. And today, with him, you could be you, not the woman who had found the architect's body in the establishment where you worked. He wanted to see your carefree smile, he wanted to help you carry some of that weight, just as he did every time.

And he succeeded. You laughed, a light, soft laugh, heavy with the tones of tiredness you were feeling, but it was enough for Michael. He strokes your hair before finally pulling away to fetch the extra helmet he had brought. You thank him as you take the helmet, and just as you're about to put it on your head, you feel Michael's hand touch yours.

"Let me help you," Michael says, taking the helmet from your hands and placing it on top of your head. You quickly put your hair up in a ponytail and let Michael put the helmet on you with the agility and care that only an expert would have. Through the small tinted window in the helmet, you can see Michael grabbing an extra jacket from his backpack and holding it out to you. "You look too good in that jacket and helmet," he says, as you put the heavy jacket on over your uniform, "Shit, I think we should stay right here," Michael says, the teasing tone making you laugh again. Only Michael can make you forget reality and the thousands of worries in your head for a few seconds, building that steel barrier in your mind, with free access only for him. "Come on, Michael, let's go," you reply, lightly pushing the man's torso in front of you, signaling him to sit on the bike.

Michael smiles behind his helmet and does as you say, sitting on the bike and then holding out his hand to help you up too. He doesn't let his smile drop when he feels you wrap your arms around his waist. Shit, he should wear helmets and jackets more often, so he could have you touching him freely every day, just like now.

Yeah, Henry was right, Michael would never let anything happen to you.

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My spiritual journey.

The truth is, when you make the decision to go within yourself and choose Source it will take you the furthest you can ever go or even fathom going by taking the path less traveled. It is truly a magical, unreal joyride experience and not for the faint of heart especially in the beginning. Because your higher self will essentially say, "Oh, you think you're ready to exit the matrix and experience your true soul? Are you ready to be the conscious creator of your reality, transform your life and others lives and own your darkness and light? Are you going to let them silence you and manipulate, gaslight, downplay you, control you? Are you going to keep diminishing your own light, ignoring your unhealed wounds and run away from yourself? Are you going to choose serving your ego over your own heart for temporary satisfaction? Are you going to keep ignoring your ego deaths and ignoring your heart? Are you going to be the victimized or the victor? Are you going to thrive and survive the honest way or are you going to lie, use, cheat, and steal to gain from others?

Are you going to spend your time on gossip, slander, false illusions, and unimportant surface level bullshit or are you going to focus on helping the world and becoming the best version of yourself? Are you going to rush through this initiation process? Or are you going to realize that it's not a race and there's no one you're competing against except yourself. Are you going to light up this world or are you going to add more darkness to it? Are you going to embrace the ups and downs and learn lessons from them? Are you going to trust God or are you going to keep trusting in your non preferred realities? Are you going to be part of a religious cult or are you going to be a creator and find God within you? Do you understand the power you carry and will you not abuse it? Let's see if you can handle this." And boom as soon as you make that decision to surrender to God and this divine path. You're faced with a challenge, a problem that tests your strength, integrity, resilience, faith, sanity and makes you question if God/Source is against you or hurting you because you chose this path of going against what everyone else is doing and following.

Are you going to curse God, others and yourself or are you going to see from the higher perspective that you put this problem in front of yourself to grow from? I've been on this path for a very long time alone. I signed up for this but there were plenty of times where I wanted to give up and go back home to God, not realizing at the time I could come back home any time I wanted by coming back to myself and learning how to astral travel. Do I have to share all my wisdom and save others? No. In my opinion I don't. There's millions of people who are asleep in the matrix who are raising the vibration and frequency of their planet just by existing and doing their own thing completely unaware they are asleep. I don't need to wake them up. People have their own inner knowing, their own higher selves, and their own spirit guides to help them, that's why you don't need to force anyone into doing anything and giving them your formula. They need to find what works best for them. But from a higher perspective their spirit guides sent me to them and it would be a crime to not to share what has worked for me and my wisdom because it's not about me, it's about others and helping others who are searching for that guidance. It's not about me, it's about balancing the vibrations of the planet so that we do not destroy ourselves. I am here to bring Heaven down on Earth and help others live happily ever after right now.

So about my spiritual journey, from a third person perspective as advised by my guides to tell this story, from a very young age, little Rose was placed in Catholic School when she was five years old. By the time she turned ten she was already traumatized by the Catholic church and done with everyone's brainwashing, abuse, sexual abuse from Catholic priests and abusive older nuns who still used rulers as punishment for getting out of line. She had never experienced so many people who claimed to be good Catholics who were nothing but evil or dark. But there was a few pros that she learned from Catholic school. She mostly had excellent teachers who she really admired and little Rose knew how to operate a computer, type, she remembered the definitions to large words, she could dance, sing in front of others on stage and write in cursive and she met the most wonderful music teacher who taught her how to play piano and sing. She had friends, she made friends easily, she had best friends and she had sleepovers and all the normal things kids do together but her friends always treated her a little bit different than everyone else after a period of time went by they all turned on her. By the time she turned eleven she begged her parents to put her into the public school system and she became the most popular girl in class, at least in her delusions as she was treated... At first. It was the first time in her life she felt accepted and wanted. But something was off, she couldn't get into this new school system, it felt too forced, it felt like she was going against herself just to keep up and get good grades.

She was naturally gifted at many things but not math and other subjects that felt forced. She had the ability to see the future, to see spirits and this scared her to death. Spirits would haunt her and talk to her when she was alone. She didn't want to be at school all the time either. Too much energy that didn't belong to her. She had no idea she was psychic and she was feeling everyone's energy making her sick very often having to leave school. Her father treated her like the scapegoat so she mostly tried to isolate herself from him. She was pressured to be perfect at everything like her older brother was. But she didn't know she was neurodivergent and that these outdated school systems were not built for her to thrive in. So she started skipping class in fifth grade. She just wanted a break from the noise in her head. This went on until senior year of high school, she rebelled because her life felt so controlled, so fake, so limited, so pointless and so boring. She was smart enough to pass all her classes and graduate from school but she never felt like she was good enough for anyone because she was expected to be perfect. And everyone ended up rejecting her and bullying her except for the pure hearted ones she knew but wasn't close with. Even though her boyfriend's abused her and cheated on her half the time and her friends kept betraying her and stealing from her, she still remained optimistic after she dealt with the pain and she was still hopeful about her future and let things roll off her shoulder even if she shed a few tears making her appear unstable. She felt very secure in herself more than other people realized. She ran away from home at eighteen years old from abuse at home.

People were always perceiving her and her situations incorrectly. She felt like she always had to prove her worth. Taking her kindness as something else, her availability as an excuse to waste her time, taking her boundaries as something else, taking her silence as something else. It was neverending misunderstandings and people taking her kindness for weakness, naivety and even flirting when she was just being kind because that's what she tried to be. She was a very loyal friend and girlfriend. But she couldn't go anywhere or do anything without being gossiped about or bullied. She had great style and she was naturally pretty. People threw their entire bodies at her just to steal a kiss without her consent because they mistook her friendship and kindness for flirting. People were not used to someone viewing them so deeply, seeing them for who they are inside and talking to them like they were very important and special. Basic human decency. But always mistaken for romantic interest. When they couldn't have her, they had to destroy her and curse her. Her best friend of four years that she lived with gave her a cursed necklace from her mother that was also a witch. Her mother didn't like Rose because she thought Rose was a bad influence on her daughter but it was actually the other way around. She was always lifting everyone up around her and making them feel good about themselves and their careers. But no one was doing the same for her. After she received the cursed necklace, almost identical to the necklace in Rosemary's baby, her life became very chaotic and demonic activity started. She became so depressed, so suicidal so full of hopelessness she even started having hellish nightmares every night.

They were so bad, so vivid, so terrifying they traumatized her, every morning she woke up in sweats, screams and tears. She even went to see doctors to get these nightmares to end. But nothing worked. She even tried to take her own life but failed. Her grandmother, now passed on, unknowingly saved her life with a phone call while she walked into the middle of the forest to lay down and die with the pills inside of her stomach. While in the hospital the same people that couldn't have her, control her, put her down and always misunderstood her tried to destroy her while she was already down in the hospital. But she was wiser and stronger. She looked around her and could see she was completely sane but something wanted her dead. She put the puzzle pieces together about her best friend giving her the cursed necklace and her boyfriend cheating on her with multiple women at the time, and banging her head into the couch, triggering more negative thoughts. Something was up. Why was everyone trying to kill her and destroy her around her? Why were her boyfriends all abusive and cheaters? She studied human psychology and learned everything she could about people and why they did these things to her. It all made sense. She was being targeted. But why? She saved herself by her own knowledge of psychology and realized these people around her weren't loyal and they didn't deserve her. And they also failed to take her down.

Rather than celebrating her failed attempt to take her own life, they tried everything to control her even more and conform to society even more. Rather than celebrating her uniqueness they guilt tripped her everyday into conforming and taking medication to numb herself. She became so numb, so dead inside so unlike herself and she dimmed herself down to please everyone around her. She was also in school at the time and knew she didn't belong there. People even told her that she didn't belong there because she had a beautiful singing voice and she should be focusing on music, not beauty school. But everyone else guilt-tripped her into becoming something she didn't want to be to be more like them. They always had weed for her and medication. She smoked herself to sleep every night and woke up smoking and all day in-between and her crowd usually encouraged it along with drinking. She went and partied every other night till 4 am. She met another man who was possessed by demons, he tried to kill her with his gun in the end. She blamed herself because she saw the red flags. He stalked her for years. She also had many paranormal experiences in between and abduction experiences that she could remember. That was her second contact with E.T.s that she could remember. The first being in childhood. But she was too afraid of them to talk about it. After she got away from the abusive relationship, she tried to heal herself but she lost most of her friends because she moved to a different town and most of them were his friends, not hers.

Fast forward, a man who had been stalking her for years, who she met previously in the abusive relationship finally got her attention and charmed his way into her life. She dreamed of being with him. She went to Italy to be with him. He was a real spy for the Russian intelligence, who was also stalking her and he was also a professional hitman, knife fighter and bodyguard as well as a history teacher, and famous singer. Those things fascinated her and she just wanted to be loved at that time. She dated very dangerous men who tried to kill her in the end. That was the story of her life. It seemed so unfair. She went into hiding and isolation because he kept threatening her after he did some horrendous things to her and she tried leaving him, like selling naked photos of her and forcing her to be with his best friend to test his loyalty to him. But he wouldn't let her go. Using her wits she outsmarted him and lost him by pretending to be someone else. He fell in love with her but if she pretended to be someone else he would lose interest. She successfully made him uninterested at the time, but he figured out that it was a facade later on and stalked her more for years to come. She gray rocked him. He knew her location and frequently showed up unannounced, so she didn't want to provoke him. But she did lose him for a while and got him off her back.

She was agnostic at the time but she knew something more existed because she had witnessed miracles before and she had seen spirits since childhood. In isolation, she went celibate and stopped talking to everyone. The nightmares continued. Horror show after horror show. She wanted to know what the meaning of it all was, if everything seemed so unfair, so pointless if everyone ended up betraying her, trying to kill her, if no one liked her for herself without mishandling her. What was the point? Why did she even exist? What was her purpose on Earth ?Just to suffer and be treated like garbage by everyone she ever knew? Not knowing that asking these questions she would be given an answer by the Universe. When the student is ready, the teacher will appear. The Universe began sending synchronicities to her even though the signs were always there. She just wasn't noticing them. She came across a very enlightened being, Audrey who was older than her and wiser. She shared many of her downloads with her and unlocked some answers that she needed. They were exactly what she needed to hear. She also met with a metaphysical doctor, who had worked and studied with the Dalai Lama and she taught her how to meditate and do breath work in order to heal herself and her body. It was the first time that she ever discovered there was a whole other world within her. She started meditating more and more and receiving her own downloads and her own wisdom that she could use to heal herself from all of the betrayal and her broken heart, trauma and nightmares. One night after being fed up with the nightmares, she said, " If there is a God, please take away these nightmares from me. I can't handle them anymore. They are destroying my life. Please forgive me for ignoring you before, but I want to believe in you." She said the, Our father that she remembered from Catholic school. And the nightmares stopped. She couldn't believe it.

She was so thankful because nothing else worked, but prayer did. She felt protected for the first time in her life, not knowing she was always watched over from the very beginning. How else would she survive all of those attacks? She was starting to find her own light and she was finally starting to remember who she was before everyone told her who she was. The more she faced her own darkness, the more her light grew stronger everyday. She didn't have to search for any of these teachers and the doctor outside of herself, the Universe sent them to her without her having to lift a finger or pay a cent. The enlightened, light worker, Audrey taught her that manifestation was possible because her life was like a fairy's dream world, she saw life through rose colored glasses, she saw all the technicolors of the rainbow and it reflected her outer reality. Audrey created it all transforming into a completely different person than her previous life much like Rose. So being inspired, Rose began manifesting a new life for herself in isolation because she saw it was possible for others so why wouldn't it be possible for her? She had already discovered, The Secret and many other manifestation success stories but the last time she tried manifesting, they were not her preference and they turned bad, like manifesting a trip and a relationship but she was sick the entire time, and the relationship was unhealthy and dangerous to her well being.

At first she blamed the Universe and then she realized she was trying to change her outer world without changing her inner world first and that was the reason her manifestations turned sour. Our external realities can only ever match our internal state. Her internal state was not her preference. She eventually started a family and became pregnant and she lived with a new man who she knew already for a year but had several red flags but she ignored her intuition. Of course he turned out to be just like the others. But this time she blamed herself. She had no one else to blame except for herself because she knew that her self-worth was so low to think that was what she deserved. But in her defense he did pretend to be a nice guy in the beginning, future faked her, controlled her, manipulated her everyday and trapped her with a baby. First, she had a very painful miscarriage and then she was pregnant with her second baby, Meadow. He was so abusive. He even yelled at her for having a miscarriage. Even though it wasn't her fault. He threw a party where everyone was smoking cigarettes around her and she had a miscarriage that night knowing she was pregnant, they blew smoke in her face. While she was in pain he was laughing at her and then yelling at her for bleeding. She couldn't believe that she chose this person to be her partner. But she was a non-conformist and she truly believed in magic and in manifestation. So she knew that she could manifest a beautiful life for herself and her daughter. So as soon as she became pregnant again, she began manifesting a new life for her daughter. Because she never wanted her daughter to experience the life that she did. She deserved more and only the best. The Universe began testing her and testing her faith and testing her faith and testing her faith. She was passing all the "tests" not knowing that she was sending the challenges to herself. Her star family, the E.T.s made their connection with her first in the astral realm and then began getting her attention in physical reality more.

Because she was open to receiving and meditating, she was downloading a lot of information and sharing it online. She was processing a lot of information and learning a lot about herself and the Universe. Once her daughter was born, she dedicated her entire life to her because her daughter's father was just there to pay the bills, yell and not be of any emotional support. Her only emotional support was herself, God and her star family. They held her up, and kept sending downloads of information and even when she went through postpartum depression she fought her way out of it and by then she had already quit smoking weed before she was pregnant for obvious reasons. She asked God to give her strength to quit. A year went by. The abuse continued to get worse. And he was always in a silent competition with her, putting her down as a parent. Judging her for having empathy for her daughter because he had none. She finally found the strength to leave him. He knew that she was unhappy. So he let her go. She finally began to find herself and feel happiness again with her daughter and co-parenting with him. Eventually months passed and she was in a new relationship with a genuinely kind man in Australia. But of course she's self-sabotaged because he was too good to be true and met another man, a multi-millionaire, famous trader Lamborghini collector, who manipulated her, who was her twin flame who cheated on her and got multiple girls pregnant and she decided she was never going to date again. She laughed the entire time. Because at this point it was so predictable what someone was going to do to her. It was like a sick joke. But of course she picked herself up again and everything seemed better for a while.

Until it was only a matter of time before things would turn dark again. Her happiness would never last for long. But this time she had God on her side and she had her spiritual team. This time she was stronger and wiser If anyone was going to attack and betray her again. Her family treated her like a burden because where else would she go, if no men she ever knew were safe and she was autistic and at the hands of her caretakers. The enemy wanted her dead for good. And they did everything they could to get a reaction out of her. But she was wise on manipulation tactics by now. They started a smear campaign against her and turned her whole family and everyone she knew against her. Her father tried to physically attack her next to her daughter but she was prepared because she had a feeling he was going to attack her that day and she was carrying pepper spray. She told everyone that if anything happened to her it was her father that did it. Her mother somehow saw the post even though they weren't friends and passed out wherever she was at and went to the hospital. Her father, furious of being exposed went for the double attack on his own daughter and this time he brought her aunt and uncle who were jealous of her entire life and always put her down and talked badly about her. Even though she always went out of her way to help her family when they needed her. The jealousy and the hatred was more powerful to them. They had no problem believing her father's lies about her.

All because they felt justified in attacking her and forcing their way into her home but she already had the police on the line and she ran to the neighbor's house for safety where they also blamed her for the situation she was in. God saw everything. God was furious. Everyone felt justified in kicking her while she was already down. Everyone was jealous of her for some reason. Because how dare she exist. As if she hadn't already been through enough. But they always misunderstood her and never tried to get to know her or anything of her past. They never believed her stories and always took side with her abusers. There was only one family number left that truly cared about her. She stayed with her daughter's father, because she had nowhere else to go. By then they were already on good terms and getting along. He still had feelings for her. But really he wanted to destroy her life and make her pay for leaving him the first time. His demons came out very often. He was angry all the time always yelling at his daughter and her. Fast forward until now, he tried to destroy her and started a smear campaign against her. All his friends and family turned against her. Of course she was the villain again.

All because she called people out on their abuse when she couldn't take it anymore. She stayed silent long enough. God exposed his smear campaign in his phone while she was walking by one day. Apparently she was just a body to sleep with, a good lay, a maid, a cook and a babysitter to her own daughter, with no friends according to his perception of her. My title was not a mother but a babysitter? A maid? That's how low he thought of her. His girlfriend laughed at me and never even met me once. His best friend thought I was the worst person in the world. Never even knowing me or meeting me. He was so disrespectful and she gave him a beautiful daughter and her body and all her love. She was so kind. So patient. So nurturing to people who couldn't receive her love. Because it was true authentic, unconditional love and not the fake stuff they are used to. She wasn't a people pleaser anymore and they didn't like it. But they could not help themselves from talking badly about her to all of their friends and family because they felt justified and they felt triggered by her presence. He was jealous of her beauty and her light. He was ugly on the inside and it reflected outwardly. He yelled at her everyday even though she already had PTSD. He loved kicking her while she was already down.

She was unintentionally triggering everyone around her and aggravating the demons within everyone around her, not knowing that she was the light in the dark everywhere she went. God was the only one who got me through everything. My spirit team and God, without them I would be dead. I didn't realize this story was going to be so long, but of course I had to skip through some parts. I manifested a beautiful life for myself and my daughter and nothing and no one can take it away from me now. And you could judge me and say," well you could have avoided all of that if you would have just conformed to society and follow the pack and be like us." But then I wouldn't be who I am today and I wouldn't become a leader and I would be going against myself and my passions. I will never explain my decisions to anyone anymore. If someone is hating on you or your decisions, they are projecting their own fears onto you that do not belong to you in the first place, and if they are bullying you, they are already beneath you because there's something about you they wish they had. When they go low you go higher. If they give you their negative energy, eat it and then spit it out. Use it for your own fuel. My decisions in the past didn't make sense because God had a higher plan and it will never look normal from the outside lens. I had to move in silence my entire life, I could never share good news with anyone without them being jealous or hateful or trying to destroy it in any way they could. I had blind faith when I found God. You will look insane for having blind faith. But I am living proof that you can survive anything with God. They threw me to the wolves and I came out leading the pack. Nothing can destroy me. Nothing can destroy you with God. God said, be anxious for nothing.

I made things harder for myself by staying anxious at times. I went through hell so that other people don't have to go through it. The same rules don't apply to me. It was very unfair what I went through but it will also look very unfair what I am going to receive in the future. God has my back. God will do it for me. You don't have to suffer so much to choose this path. I do not believe that suffering is a virtue and that is why I teach ways to handle what I went through in a nonjudgmental way that empowers people, helps them change their reality by going within first and reprogramming yourself first. To help you see that it doesn't have to be hard because knowledge is power. I have been targeted for a very long time because I am a threat to the system. They have targeted every aspect of my life in hopes that I conform to society's failing systems so that I do not become a threat. But God always wins, the light always wins no matter what. They cannot touch you when you have God on your side.

No matter how horrible of a situation you may be in or it may feel like, remember that it always serves you. You can always use the negative and positives for your benefit to learn from in some way. You do this mainly by staying neutral to meaningless situations because life is meaningless until you define it with your definitions. Use the negative to your benefit. That is one of the greatest gifts we've ever been given. Once you accept a situation or how you are feeling, then you drop all resistance, and with that you can receive help from your spiritual helpers. Remember that the help is always coming to you at every single moment, but not everyone is willing to receive that help because they have resistance because they have not accepted everything as it is.

Everything and everyone is perfect as they are, they are all playing their roles perfectly. No matter how dark they can get. The help is always on its way to you at all times. There's nothing to fear ever. Because fear is an illusion. There are no scratches on me. I'm very abundant. I'm very optimistic and happy, I'm very resilient and very mentally strong. I turned my wounds into power. When you choose to relate to all things in a loving way, nothing can really trigger you. I had unconditional love and compassion for everyone that hurt me. I saw right through them so that I could understand them. If you ever wantssomeone to calm down when they're angry, all you have to do is just see them. See them clearly and let them know that you see them and you see how much pain they are in to treat innocent people that way.

My wounds were a gift. I transmuted all of that energy for my own benefit to serve the world. You will always learn more from pain than you ever will from having a perfect life. You will always learn more from a person hurting you than a person who is always kind to you. But I do not want anyone else to go through what I did. You can maneuver through any situation with the right tools. And I offer those tools everyday. I am more than optimistic, I'm a powerful creator. I'm an alchemist. I am a sacred rebel. I'm an artist. I'm multifaceted. I'm connected. I'm psychic. I'm telepathic. I'm a time traveler. I'm immortal. I'm a teacher. I'm a channeler. I am a transformer and shapeshifter and transmuter. I am a high priestess now. This is the life of a chosen one and generational curse breaker.

Tell me it wasn't worth it to become what I am now. I completely transformed my inner world so now I only have things to look forward to. My fears are far behind me. If you think that good things will happen to you, they will, the opposite is also true. It is all within your own belief system. Always remember that you will always find relief no matter what situation you are going through. I discovered so many hidden parts of myself and so many past lives explaining why I went through these things. Everyone in my life apologized to me and made a 180 in how they treat me now. They respect me finally and that was shocking to witness because one day I woke up and everything shifted. Everyone was mortified in the way they treated me. They mostly just wanted their karma to end. But I forgive everyone and I forgive myself. My spiritual Awakening was the catalyst to all of my fulfillment, all of my self-empowerment and all of my abundance. I am so much more emotionally mature now and so much more grounded and I have so much more self-love and respect for myself than I ever could have if I just had a perfect life with no struggles. But for now I need to take a long break and I need a long vacation. It's a beautiful day, it's a beautiful life. I love you so much. Thank you so much for reading. 🙏

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