#the soul of humanity persevering the hope the beauty in darkness
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no but it's the way the cat slow-blinks at the player in the final cutscene
#THATS what made me cry#i was holding it together until she slow-blinked at the screen and i just AAAAAAA FUCK FUCK FUCK#im insane over this game i am mentally unwell#everything about it#the soul of humanity persevering the hope the beauty in darkness#how one determined little cat can open the world i just -#stray 2022#stray spoilers#im chewing on couch cushions like a rabid dog rn#fuckfuckfuckfuck#and how the last human never got to see the outside#BUT HUMANS ARE STILL GOING TO SEE THE OUTSIDE BECAUSE THE COMPANIONS CARRY THEIR MEMORY AND THEY WILL SEE IT#though i do think it's an absolutely heinous crime that we didn't see the cat reunite with her friends like what the fuck was that#even if it was just like#she slow blinks at us and starts to walk off#then we hear distant meows and her head and tail go up and she bounds away#WE COULDN'T HAVE HAD THAT??? CRUMBS???#i need to know that she finds them again and she brings them to meet her companion friends#i just. i just. sobbing violently
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Hi ! I was wondering if you had quotes / thoughts about feeling lost in life, when nothing feels right and choices have to be made even though they all feel like lukewarm water when you wanted a hot bath. That feeling of losing a sense of grounding and not seeing the direction in which to move. thank you xx
(I’ve been wanting to compile this from the moment I received your ask in my inbox. I know the feeling intimately, and I love the way you articulated it. Hope any of these quotes resonate w what you were looking for xx)
“What shall we do my darling, when trial grows more, and more, when the dim, lone light expires, and it’s dark, so very dark, and we wander, and know not where, and cannot get out of the forest…”
—Emily Dickinson, Selected Letters
“She had never figured out how to figure things out. She was only vaguely beginning to know the kind of absence she had of herself inside her.”
—Clarice Lispector, The Hour of the Star (tr. Benjamin Moser)
“But as it is / I lack myself.”
—Anne Carson, Grief Lessons; “Herakles”
“Even now I can’t explain. Something happened, a kind of earthquake that shook everything and I lost faith and touch with everybody.”
—Katherine Mansfield, Letters of Katherine Mansfield
“She felt suddenly as if she were a ghost in her own life—”
—Catherynne M. Valente, The Orphan’s Tales: In the Night Garden
“I hate seeing myself dissolve and slip and separate so that I’m living in one half of my mind, and I see the other half of me helpless and frantic and driven and I can’t stop it, but I know I’m not really going to be hurt and yet time is so long and even a second goes on and on and I could stand any of it if I could only surrender—”
—Shirley Jackson, The Haunting of Hill House
“It makes me tremble. (…) To think back. I remember exactly how I thought life would be.”
—Anne Carson, The Beauty of the Husband
Emily Dickinson, “I felt a Funeral in my Brain”
“and I didn’t care / and I was alone / and there had been war / and that thing (my soul) / was a lost star / or a lost boat / adrift,”
—H.D., Child Poems: “Dedication”
“She had a perpetual sense (…), of being out, out, far out to sea and alone; she always had the feeling that it was very, very dangerous to live even one day.”
—Virginia Woolf, Mrs Dalloway
“You know the feeling? One lies in a kind of daze, feeling so sensitive—so unbearably sensitive to the exterior world and longing for something ‘lovely’ to happen.”
—Katherine Mansfield, Letters of Katherine Mansfield
“I don’t care a bit—about anything—I just seem to be asleep and can’t wake up—”
—Georgia O’Keeffe, Art and Letters of Georgia O’Keeffe
“Life is what happens to someone else; / I stand on the sidelines and wring my hands.”
—Lisel Mueller, Waving from Shore
“…it is a little thing to say how lone it is — anyone can do it, but to wear loneliness next to your heart for weeks, when you sleep, and when you wake, ever missing something, this, all cannot say, and it baffles me.”
—Emily Dickinson, Selected Letters
“My life now is a dream too, semi-detached, and seems to happen to somebody else.”
—Martha Gellhorn, from Selected Letters
“I don’t know—I don’t know anything. There is no one here I can talk to—it’s all like a bad dream.”
—Georgia O’Keeffe, Art and Letters of Georgia O’Keeffe
“…she does not know whom she wishes to catch, only that she wishes to catch someone, anyone, to be anchored, to be connected, to not be abandoned.”
—Catherynne M. Valente, Deathless
“I had lost my true rhythm. But what was my true rhythm?”
—Anaïs Nin, The Diary of Anaïs Nin: Vol 1, 1931-1934
“People kept saying It’s only a matter of time so I persevered in the hope they weren’t lying. At the same time beginning to think I might’ve been lying to myself. Wasting everyone’s time with fantasies of this career I couldn’t have. The person I could never be. There was just so much rejection and not enough of me. I got so afraid. And I lost my nerve—”
—Eimear McBride, The Lesser Bohemians
—Denise Levertov, Life in the Forest; “A Daughter (I)”
“I’m not lost. Or not lost much. Lonely. It is that and … I don’t know what to do. So I move. And cars move. And it’s almost life.”
—Eimear McBride, The Lesser Bohemians
“What prevents you? The future. The future tense, / immense as outer space. / You could get lost there. / No. Nothing so simple. The past, its density / and drowned events pressing you down, / like sea water—”
—Margaret Atwood, “Up”
“What is there to say? I became physically ill. It was as if I had fallen into space and hung there while life passed me by.”
—Boris Pasternak, Letters Summer 1926: Pasternak, Tsvetaeva, Rilke
“And nothing else happens. The days go by, lost, wasted, and I have no drive to write, no words come… And I grow more and more solitary.”
—Martha Gellhorn, Selected Letters
“I cannot write anymore, dears. Though it is many nights, my mind never comes home.”
—Emily Dickinson, Selected Letters
“As time goes by, especially in the last few years, I’ve lost the knack of being a person. I no longer know how one is supposed to be. And an entirely new kind of ‘solitude of not belonging’ has started invading me like ivy on a wall.”
—Clarice Lispector, Why This World: A Biography of Clarice Lispector
“There’s a loss of personality. / Or rather, you’ve lost touch with the person / You thought you were. / You no longer feel quite human.”
—T.S. Eliot, The Cocktail Party
“My wings are cut and I can-not fly I can-not fly I can-not fly.”
—Katherine Mansfield, Letters of Katherine Mansfield
“Me, as ever, gone.”
—Anne Carson, Decreation; “Despite her Pain, Another Day”
“…and I am out with lanterns, looking for myself.”
—Emily Dickinson, Letters
“…why this doubt that I have about everything I do, this void that frightens me, all these lost illusions?”
—Gustave Flaubert, Intimate Notebook 1840-1841
“What I fear I avoid. What I fear I pretend does not exist. What I fear is quietly killing me. Would there were a festival for my fears, a ritual burning of what is coward in me, what is lost in me. Let the light in before it is too late.”
—Jeanette Winterson, “The Green Man”
“Around. Around. There / should have been / a lesson somewhere.”
—Louise Glück, “The Game”
“Only occasionally do I find I have to break my peace: shout or be lost in the shuffle. But mostly I am lost in the shuffle.”
—Barbara Kingsolver, The Poisonwood Bible
“Things went wrong. She lost confidence. She became apprehensive in crowds. I recognize how that she was feeling then as I feel now. Invisible on the street.”
—Joan Didion, Blue Nights
“She had the oddest sense of being herself invisible; unseen; unknown;”
—Virginia Woolf, Mrs Dalloway
“You might not remember me, dears. I cannot recall myself. I thought I was strongly built, but this stronger has undermined me.”
—Emily Dickinson, Selected Letters
“I have no world to go back into, or to go forward into. Because these years have cut me away from many things – from everything: not only materially, but also mentally, spiritually.”
—Martha Gellhorn, Selected Letters
—Rita Dove, “The Venus of Willendorf”
“…for we are in such fragile skin, so close to getting lost in the in-between.”
—Eimear McBride, The Lesser Bohemians
“I do not want revenge, I do not want expiation. / I only want to ask someone / how I was lost, / how I was lost,”
—Margaret Atwood, “Owl Song”
“I felt as if the sky was torn off my life. I had no home in goodness anymore.”
—Anne Carson, “The Glass Essay”
“Let it be over, she pleaded within herself. Let it never have happened—any of it. Let me be young again, and the story just starting.”
—Catherynne M. Valente, Deathless
“The ultimate fantasy: the recovery of an irrecoverable past. But if I could daydream about an invented happy future…”
—Susan Sontag, As Consciousness Is Harnessed to Flesh
“Tell me what’s the difference / between hope and waiting / because my heart doesn’t know / It constantly cuts itself on the glass of waiting / It constantly gets lost in the fog of hope”
—Anna Kamienska, Astonishments
—Denise Levertov, To Stay Alive
“I long to—ah, so much!! If that were possible I’d get back to my spirit.”
—Katherine Mansfield, Selected Letters
“I told my Soul to sing— / She said her Strings were snapt—”
—Emily Dickinson, Complete Poems; “The first Day’s Night had come,”
“Surely it is a privilege to approach the end / still believing in something.”
—Louise Glück, Averno; “October”
“There is a wild raging river flowing inside of me. I can’t dam it. I’m hurt so badly. Believe me—oh shit! Believe, believe—what’s there to believe anymore?”
— Henry Miller, A Literate Passion
“And life tasteless. And so eager, so eager that I should accomplish a miracle. People always expect miracles.”
—Anaïs Nin, A Literate Passion
“I want to be filled with longing again / till dark burn marks show on my skin. I want to be written again / in the Book of Life, to be written every single day / till the writing hand hurts.”
—Yehuda Amichai,“I Walked Past a House Where I Lived Once,”
“I want / my heart back / I want to feel everything again—”
—Louise Glück, Averno; “Blue Rotunda”
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Kay of Haru
(Melee Whip, Polearm/ Hydro/ 4 star)
Birthday: 1/11
Personality: "Kay is known for being a motherly figure in the Adventuring guild and rest of Liyue. However her roots are not grown in Liyue, but however in Inazuma. Best person to ask for charity and perhaps known to be around Zhongli's confidant, considering her curiosity of the world thrives from him.”
Constellation: Syreni
Introduction: Hello nice to meet you dear traveler, I am Kay of Haru. Please just call me Kay and do not hesitate and ask me for anything. I’m willing to help you the best I can.
Good morning: Dear Traveler it’s time to wake up and start the day feeling energized! I got nice warm breakfast ready for you and Paimon, don’t want that to become cold. Now would you?
Good afternoon: It’s time to take a break for lunch, don’t worry Paimon I got some for you too.
Good evening: Hm I think we should set camp soon, it’s getting dark soon dear Traveler. Don’t forget to start the fire.
Good night: Traveler you must rest. Staying up late for someone as young as you must keep their life balance. Who knows when you’ll find yourself knocked out in battle out of no where.
Chat- Operation: Are you alright dear traveler, I wouldn’t mind carrying you if you ask for it. It’s nothing to get embarrassed about. All you need to do is ask.
Chat- I hope Mister Zhongli is doing alright. I do worry a lot about him. But I know he can take care of himself. I hope I didn’t forget anything!
Interesting things- I wonder if I make plush dolls out of those wool from those sheep’s if we pass by them. Maybe we could make one in Paimon’s image? Oh how cute that could be, perhaps it’ll improve your comfort in rest.
Embarrassing things: You know when I first started to settled in Liyue.. I perhaps felt embarrassed or perhaps flustered to look at the Rex Lapis Statues of Liyue.. I-it’s not like I haven’t seen a male body, considering training for my brothers in the past. I had to patch them up to be men.. What I’m trying to say, it just feels different if it’s another man outside of the family.
About us- Dear Traveler, I’m curious if the places, perhaps worlds you’ve been. It must have been dangerous or even exciting to find new discoveries. Differences between you and me are vast, I do wish for you the best of luck in your journey. No matter how long and treacherous, my loyalty to you is unbound. So don’t give up so easily! You’ll meet them soon, I just know it!
About Zhongli- Mister Zhongli is pretty tall, perhaps even taller than men in my hometown and some in Liyue. He likes talking about Liyue, honestly the most fun I had when I arrived here. That man is an old soul no doubt, perhaps if Zhongli ever thinks of writing his knowledge he knows about Liyue. He could earn back mora atleast, his words of wisdom about this country is worth wealth. To me or to anyone who takes advice into consideration, from experience as a guide. But as always I wouldn’t mind gifting him food sometimes if he allows me without asking what I want in return. Please don’t give me Mora, keep it for yourself. If he was persistent enough to for an equivalent in contracts he speaks so highly of, spending time with him is my only excuse. Anything farther is his old stories of Liyue.
About Childe- I’m worried, he seems nice when he talks sometimes. Perhaps even generous.. However, I do not know well enough about Snezhnaya’s current state of affairs. But I know the Fatuis recruits are rumored to coming from there.. His family sounds nice to have a brother like him. Sadly he feels like like I’m standing near a cryo user, he does has his moments atleast. I feel like I’m opposed from him. He’s a good brother and I am nothing close to that.
About Xiangling- Shes adorable! Ohh she’s greatest at helping me cook when either of us decide to visit each other. She’s creative and bright Child for age. She’ll take on the world of taste by storm, the wild fire, as long as you don’t eat too much Jueyun chili. The uses of them from her is uncanny, maybe she’ll bring new ideas to me next time I see her.
About few characters in Liyue- I never thought I’ll meet them sometimes and there it is. I heard a lot things people from Mister Zhongli. Perhaps I rely him abit too much even a man like him could struggle in socializing without quipping at few improvements. He’s right about Liyue being beautiful, rich in people. That’s what I like about humanity, however I cannot ignore the fact there is dark side to anything.
About Mondstadt- Oh my! Perhaps you could tell me how was Mondstadt!? I really haven’t been farther than my home in Liyue, comparing my childhood of Inazuma.. Considering only knowledgeable people around that region closest to me is Merchants and Mister Zhongli.
About the Rite of Descension- I never fully participated it, mostly because I tend to keep myself busy to stay around. For someone who has lived in Liyue I may sound like a workaholic hermit, but Mister Zhongli always makes it sound intresting.. I tend to keep my garden and Mister Zhongli healthy at least. Well Childe now too, I think he’s happy he don’t have to spend much each day on Mister Zhongli.
More about Kay I- I fear for the state of Inazuma, I just heard recently dear traveler. My fear for meeting my parents by a glance is enough to bring me to my knees. I love my mother, not for who she is but who the part she tries to teach me that there is hardships in life. My father is not loved by me nor my mother in the end, he is a terrifying feature of a man.
More of Kay II- My mother is a feeble woman, she is broken from a warrior spirit to a eternity to my father. I want to break that Clan’s cycle. She doesn’t deserve to be tormented with a daughter who doesn’t want to be part it. My Clan specializes in bridal arrangements. I am a failed part of one them. Because I ran, these arrangements in my eyes are empty but heavy in mora and possibly tears along the way.
More of Kay III- Oh, you’re curious about the Clan’s traditions? They raise their daughters and sons to sold into arrangements pieces for wealth social status and we are perfected to do our part. Be the perfect wife and husband to our chosen partners. I am a terrible person to abandon my siblings. I couldn’t help them.. I am a coward.
More of Kay IV- I hope they’re doing well... I hope. I know it’s difficult to see the sky so clear, the moon is something feels like a cryo vision. The chill I worry about that feeling, it’s nips you when you feel lonely. Maybe I should cover up more next time. I wish I had my haori, I miss the smell of flowers I planted when I was younger.. Maybe I should start growing some and ask- Wait should I even try?
More of Kay V- Cooking and Learning both a heavy burden but something I love. For its all I know from my family, but the happiness from my older siblings are worth the price time could take from me. Feeling like this should be brought to those who show compassion and willing to open up to the truth no matter how bitter it tastes.
Kay’s Hobbies’- I like to learn, cook and clean! Oh it might sound dull of me to say. I do like gardening and spending time with you then! Simple things in life is better when time is on your side. Sleeping in the Sunny shade under the tree is nice.
Kay’s Troubles- I heard you met someone who seems to be from Izazuma. Remembering that place feels constricting around  my heart. However your will.. I’m jealous how courageous and persevering you can be! Go go traveler! You can do it! Don’t give up so soon! Oh right.. Mister Zhongli.. I’m possibly too reliant on his knowledge like how people are to Rex Lapis..
Birthday- Happy Birthday Dear and Beloved Traveler! Do you need anything to eat? I can make anything you want, don’t hesitate to be greedy. You’re still getting stronger each passing day I wish you luck continuing on your travels!
Dislike food- Eternity feels nauseous in word and how it’s defined. Oh foods? I’m not really picky. I wouldn’t mind helping you learn how to cook. Oh my that’s a lot of things we shouldn’t waste..
Likes- Comfort is a lovely feeling, I wish I could help you feel the same. Perhaps I could treat you my recent findings with Xiangling.
When it rains- I have an umbrella just incase. Here Traveler! You mustn’t get sick, you have someone waiting for you.
Sunny- Ah, feel the warmth of the sun. Hope the best on a good day!
Feelings about Ascension- Intro= Hmm. Will I be stronger, perhaps with you I can.
Building up= What a strange feeling. Perhaps you are the reason I feel different?
Climax= I won’t let your efforts go to waste! Let’s not lose our sights on the goal!
Conclusion= Comfort is a difficult price to earn, as for peace of mind is silent but deadly at heart for those to aspire to reach the heart of it all.
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Ghosts I Have Been
(On AO3)
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Seven, by my count
Ghosts I have been
Three drinkers
Three poets
And one who would choose...
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They’d have you believe it was always hot, Hell. But in the beginning, it was cold as anything. Dark. Not the eerie grim aesthetic they’ve achieved now, but really, properly dark. Because back then, in the beginning, it wasn’t a place. It was an absence. The absence of Her. Each stuttering inhale brought a wave of ice inside, a nasty chemical-spill breath that brittled the soul. They couldn’t speak, couldn't rally; they couldn’t do precisely what they’d done to earn such a heinous fate. Slowly, slowly, day by piercing netherworldly day, they fell. Not from Heaven; no, that was already well and done. They fell into their foreverness. Into the depths of their own despair, until it was only the cloying vile layer left to tread water. Some say it was the Morningstar who brought the heat, but others—The First—they know it was this. The burning off of their collective goodness, the flames rising from the destruction of hope. And so each in turn became that into which they were cast, the perfect products of a broken mold.
All except him.
Crowley became more base, surely. More crude and sarcastic a soul than what he had been born, but not cruel. Never, never cruel. For there was something in him which was not in the others. Something which had burrowed to the very heart of him. Something quite unmistakably love. Yes, it was love which saved Crowley, which kept the burning from reaching the core of his immortal soul. The simplest, most innate desire of humanity kept him from becoming one of them. This love which he held, from the murky origins of life-before-time, should likely have been reserved for Her. For her Goodness, Her Graciousness, Her—well, certainly not her forgiveness. And so, no. It was not for Her that this angelic clutch of love was preserved.
How could their forms have persevered over the Prince, the Archangel, and the elements of destruction, holy and unholy alike, Aziraphale had wondered. Now he need wonder no more. For it had not been they who won the day, in the end. It had been him, Crowley, and the inexplicably unwavering virtue held safe within his very essence. For they had known each other once, Aziraphale learned, left alone with not only Crowley’s Body, but the memories which flowed through that mind, those veins, that beating beating beating heart. Perhaps it was too close to his Awakening to isolate them from the haze of his beginning, or perhaps he had been robbed of his own recollection in the aftermath. But Crowley—dear, sweet, tenacious creature that he was—had held him, clutched him, had guarded that fresh-faced wondering angel Aziraphale, in his desperate, unyielding grasp for millennia and beyond.
And what could he give him now? Now he’d returned to his skin. Now the past was theirs, and the future as well. What could this wretched, wandering, lost Principality offer that could possibly match, that could ever measure to the blessing of being remembered? Perhaps… there was one thing. One other thing Crowley cherished, reveled in, adored. He raised his glass, and toasted with all the emotion he could command, to that beautiful creation which Crowley loved almost, it seemed, almost as much as him.
‘To the world.’
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Missing | 01
Genre: Smut, Romance, Angst, Slice of Life, Fluff
Pairing: Wolf!Jungkook x Reader
Warnings: No warnings apply
Summary: Upon meeting a person there are many ways in which the relationship can go, both positively and negatively. Fortunately, the former applies when meeting a child of the forest who takes a curious liking to the woman initially deemed an intruder.
However, that does not answer the questions about who the youth is nor where he comes from for the files at the police station do not contain his likeness. Perhaps it is better to live in anonymity, forgetful of the past.
Indeed, some things are best left behind.
Or are they?
A collision of worlds leads to entwining paths, bound to find beauty on the horizon despite the storms lurking in the shadows.
Bound to find what it means to be human.
Finding the missing piece of an erased tale.
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People go missing all the time, vanishing into the dead of night for all sorts of reasons or none at all. Some take flight abroad or go into hiding in the native environment, assuming a new identity and thus blending in seamlessly. But there are the common cases of individuals disappearing from the face of the earth in the woods, though some of those accidents go under the radar. More than one would think.
‘Who are you?’
And some are heart-rending.
Hiding away in the bushes, long messy obsidian locks glare from between the leaves at the girl who has come to a standstill at hearing a nearby rustle. Out of fear for being attacked by a wild animal, motor boots immediately stopped in their tracks to scan the woodland surroundings frantically and eventually settled with a calmer heart when discovering the face concealed for the most part by the lush overgrowth.
‘I won’t hurt you.’ Taking in a deep breath as a hand stretches out, a reaching step forward is made towards the stranger. Withal, the advance is met by a dangerous animalistic growl and a flinch backwards. That does not mean, however, that the leaving path others often take will be tread upon as well. Is refused to be taken, even. Henceforth, voice remains friendly and mellow while persevering. ‘I mean you no harm.’
Persevering in the effort to discover the identity of the observer, all advances are halted as lightly shaking digits continue to beckon silently from a crouched position. Eyes remain locked onto the dark doe-like ones containing wild distrust, hoping to build at least a sliver of credible safety to draw out the newcomer. ‘What’s your name?’
The question remains unanswered, sitting in a sun-lit growling hostile hush. Notwithstanding, instead of being scared off by the hostile behaviour, the patience game is kept up beneath the roof of leaves. And likely knowing there is no way out of it, the curious observer comes out of hiding after an unmoving lingering moment of inaudible static scented by pine leaves swaying in the wind and the end of summer.
Slender fingers with soil embedded richly under the nails bury themselves into the earth while warily approaching, bare toes following each crawling step forward. Thus, slowly but surely naked well-formed limbs, shaped by running around the forest and hunting for food, come out of the bush as a young face showing sharp canines draws near.
The boy is not much older than eighteen, if that age at all. Yet, it is hard to tell when the cute big nose streaked with dirt presses against the palm after warily sniffing it and, fortunately, finding no direct risk in it.
‘There you go. Good boy.’ Very slowly, the other hand rises to caress greasy onyx locks as the same sort of speech meant for training animals is taken on for it seems the most logical course of action. Which proves effective, the stranger leaning into the touch and beginning to purr due to the repeated affectionate motions. ‘That’s a good boy. See? I don’t mean to harm you.’
Why are you here? Who are you?
Pondering these questions and listening to the sound of appreciation, a few moments are taken to think and actually enjoy the stranger’s company. However, regardless of the latter, there has to be a warrant of some sort out for the boy. At least there has to be a person missing them.
While trying to work out whether or not the grime-streaked face has ever been seen in documents while visiting Namjoon at the police precinct for lunch, because the oaf cannot live without his sister’s food delivery service, the clouds gather overhead and soon the first drops preluding to the predicted heavy rainfall drop on the faces of newly acquainted people. Directly, an odd inner war unleashes at the prospect of going back to the shared roof on the outskirts of town for the boy does not want to be left behind out of a simmering fear that this will be a one-time happening. On the other hand, if a return home is not made now it is only a matter of time before running the serious risk of catching a heavy cold as the murky grey and carmine flannel will very likely not stand a chance against the watery chill of the rain.
Teeth pull on the checkered sleeve, urgent in a physical request to come along and the begging shimmer in irises like storm clouds flowing over in audible soft whines.
‘Stop, I need to go home.’ The assault on the blouse continues, either purposefully disregarding the refusal to follow or not understanding altogether. Whatever the case, it frustratingly adds to the confusion of not knowing how to cope with emotions and desires. ‘Stop!’
The forceful command is heeded, but results in the stranger unexpectedly bridging the last bit of distance to lick the side of the neck before any protest against it can be made and the scent of wild free-running fills the nose.
Bodies come even closer upon being nuzzled, a calloused hand wrapping around the hip for support as soft whines are pressed into the skin covered by a thin layer of saliva.
Fluttering helpless hands eventually rest themselves on a broad shoulder and between dark strands, lovingly combing through them for the submissive concern of the forest stranger tugs on the heartstrings and wants to be solaced. Comfort deserves to be given before parting ways.
Even though I don’t want to. I don’t want to go, but I have to. Joon will go insane if I don’t come home.
‘I can’t come with you. I have to go home.’ Gently, the grip on the waist is tried to be made undone but the attempt proves futile, the hold only becoming stronger as a result. ‘I’ll be back, I promise.’
But would you still be here then?
The raindrops have thickened and start to fall at a faster pace, thunder sounding faintly in the distance. At the noise, a shudder clearly goes through the wolf boy and the whines become anxiously high-pitched.
‘Hey, shh, don’t be scared. It’s just thunder.’ Digits continue to comfortingly comb the greasy long locks of the young face hiding away in the surface of the neck. Awkwardly though successfully, arms envelop the shivering figure while trying to sit down and hold them dear in a warm safe embrace. ‘Shh, it’s going to be alright. It can’t hurt you.’
It is too late to return to the car now and leaving the curious youth behind in such distress also is not an option. Henceforth, instead of protesting, the renewed pull of teeth - this time by the collar howbeit in a weaker almost defeated version - is gone along with. ‘Ok, alright. I’ll follow you.’
As if to check the meaning behind the statement, big murky grey eyes lock gazes with, hopefully, reassuring ones. Palms envelop dirty cheeks, thumbs languidly caressing the uneven surface. ‘I’m not going to leave you behind.’
As if understanding, which he perhaps does, the fear from the doubting anxious expression temporarily melts away and transforms into bright contentment laced with enthusiasm. The promise is rewarded with a lick on the left wrist, the vibrations from loudly purring reverberating throughout and strangely making the heart beat in similar yet mutual delight.
I’ll stay until the weather’s cleared up. Until I know you’re safe and sound.
Notwithstanding, the tangible sign of satisfaction hastily reverts to anxious whining, all happiness morphing back into the frightened attitude that was briefly put at ease, when the thunder sounds nearer to the current location. At once, arms wrap around scared shaking shoulders and hold them close again, fingertips running through jet black strands while speech remains calm and encouraging. ‘C’mon, let’s go.’
A curt gentle lick is the last type of direct close contact before getting up and being guided by the fast-crawling human wolf who glances back at regular intervals to make sure a friendly soul follows. Which results in rapidly turning around when almost stumbling over a broken-off branch and frantically searching for any injuries only to find none and be assured by a pat on the head.
Anyway, to ensure boots do not get lost among the trees, and hopefully halfway through to wherever we are going, canines untuck the part of the blouse put into high-waisted jeans as big palms wrap around the thigh for support and keep biting down on it in a fashion almost to be called content while being led to a cave near a waterfall at the heart of the forest.
By the time the destination is reached, water is flowing richly out of the heavens and off quickly chilling skin and a satisfied face somewhat cleaned of the dirt that still stains it. The guess as to age does not change, however, although it is slightly raised towards nineteen.
To reduce the chances of getting sick immediately, socks are wrung out as well as the checkered shirt when the boy is simply sitting by the entrance of the cave. Even from afar, the nervous shifting is visible as soft scared whines bounce off the cold stony walls.
Gaining a whole new attitude when glancing back at a figure trembling for a different reason, hastily walking away from the entrance to retrieve something from further inward.
A blanket.
A baby’s blanket.
Clutching the piece of sheep’s wool between teeth, the stranger returns with swift determined advances and puts it in a grateful yet surprised lap. After all, where did this come from?
How did you get this? Is this truly yours?
A curious tilt of the head and a slight nudge indicate the blanket is meant as a means to protect oneself against the chill. Thus, the sweetly offered fabric is wrapped tightly around the shoulders, revelling in the immediate albeit little warmth it provides. ‘Thank you.’
Lashes flutter shut as a soft chuff rolls from roseate lips, the boy clearly happy to have provided a way to nuance the worst of the cold nevertheless streaming in through the opening of this home in the woodlands. Notwithstanding, a yelp follows it at the loud clap of thunder nearby, eyes wide open and shining in alarm.
Palms envelop slightly cleaner cheeks, caressing them like before to soothe the worst of the shock of the sudden ear-deafening noise. ‘Shh. Don’t be scared, it can’t hurt you.’
A new voluminous rumble rapidly followed by lightning sends a heavily sharp-breathing chest crashing into arms not expecting the spontaneous weight they have to support, risking toppling backwards yet able to steady composure before crossing the point of balance. Curt breaths heat up the side of the throat, the heart pulled by its strings at hearing the anxious whimpers whispered into the skin. ‘It’s okay, it’s alright. We’re safe and sound here. I got you. I won’t let anything hurt you.’
A questioning yap is unbelieving of the genuine promise to repay the favour of safety though a short lick shows there is a sliver contradicting the used tone.
‘I promise. I promise to be here until the storm passes.’ Howbeit with a little force, the listening wolf is halted in slowly covering the neck with slobber and brought to lock gazes after a kiss on the forehead as would have been done to comfort a distressed dog. ‘I promise I’ll keep you safe.’
Whether the words are truly understood or the affectionate gesture did work its magic, the stranger visibly calms down. Even seems to gain a degree of courage, determination sparking in the storm-hued irises and echoing in the low bark.
‘That’s a good boy.’ At the compliment, a bared muscled chest puffs in pride and presses against one barely containing a giggle when being nuzzled again.
Withal, the embrace does not last long afterwards, the forest boy removing himself to guard the entryway against the weather and possible intruders. Nonetheless, he does not do so before the blanket is removed from the shoulders it was meant for to create a nest to rest in, as is gathered from the renewed tug on the sleeve by leading canines.
The weather will be like this for quite some time. I might as well. One night in the woods won’t kill me. A worried Joon, on the other hand.
Though it would mean fair game since the tall giant has caused great distress on multiple occasions by being hospitalized thanks to working as a cop and a magnetic bullet sponge. At first, there was genuine worry about recovery, but nowadays it has happened so often we have resorted to humour and sarcasm to laugh the situation off. Namjoon prefers it over the fuss he actually does not want to create, fearing to be a bother to a beloved sister and boyfriend. So, perhaps also as a way of mental recovery each time, we go about thus.
This one time is only a step on the way of getting even for the early morning and late-night drives to the hospital.
Listening to the downpour, regarding the curious boy a little ways away, lashes eventually flutter shut.
And glance a name that will have to be inquired after later.
Jungkook.
The wolf.
The boy sleeping soundly in waking arms come morn.
The beginning of an extraordinary story.
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chapter ten : home
chapter ten of cosmo hunters!
word count : 7.5k words
synopsis : there’s no place like home. and after quinn’s injury, hope plans to return to earth for a visit just before easter. allowing the pirate’s to see her the happy aspects of her life, hope also allows them to see the part aspect that makes her . . . uneasy.
there are few sights in the universe that are capable of inciting tears from the eyes of this starstruck bounty hunter. the suffering of others often causes the windows to the soul to leak, a picture of her family, the view of a starlit sky. these things are able to make her tear up.
but nothing can be quite the same as seeing her planet in the distance, approaching it slowly to take in the size of this minute planet holding the smartest beings to ever exist. it was strange to think that people came from here and spread out, scattering their qualities into the galaxy like pollen. or as others might say a plague.
planet earth hadn’t changed. global temperatures had been restored, there were frequent threats of war but the improvement of the space colonization process was what brought a sense of unity between everyone. every nationality had managed to fly out into space, normal human beings of all backgrounds. voyage had accomplished on maintaining a sense of peace in the world.
so, threats of war was no longer a thing. poverty had very much vanished from many countries as machines took over and global wealth skyrocketed, economies booming with the manufacture and it seemed like almost every country in the world was rich. especially now with voyage bringing in new resources from planets far away, energy to sustain human life not only on their home planet but across the solar system.
it was a prosperous time of peace on earth. and it was a good time to fly back.
the nebula had begun to ascend into the earth’s atmosphere, hope slowed her down as to notice the pale blue sky that she soon found herself flying through. puffy, white clouds and a blue sky, oh she felt like she could cry.
“ hope, i’ve sensed a sudden increase in your blood pressure. ”
a.j had spoken and hope laughed, “ it’s the excitement, a.j! i haven’t been home in ages, and there’s nothing like being home. ”
now, instead of pausing at the closest airport, hope had to travel. she had come through the pacific and now she was flying over a dense, but pristine blue sea just below her, she held back a squeal of excitement and proceeded towards what could only be described as the home she regretted leaving.
coming through the west coast of the united states, the nebula flew faster than it’s ever flown before whilst entering an atmosphere. hope saw many ships but the majority were planes which she indicated to as to avoid any accidents. and the nebula flew all the way to the south of the country to where the music was loudest and the colors the brightest.
new orleans, louisiana.
you’d think it would change from how it used to be but it was untouched. the stacked buildings and bars and nightlife were as feverous and as vibrant as always, the fever for music still burning and the people still coming and going with tales of a beautiful city with a charming background in every sense.
the nearest parking space for ships was not too far away from the french quarter, which was where the house that hope had grown up was stationed. the field was wide and many ships had already landed, and thank goodness there was one space available for nebula to lay at rest for at least a couple of days.
as soon as nebula touched down, hope removed her seatbelts and excitedly went down the elevator. to be fair, it was hard going around the ship without having a slight skip in her step, especially with how eager she was.
“ you’re looking excited ”, enzo pointed out when hope entered the lounge. and that’s when the realization settled in. “ h-holy crap, we’re back home. ”
hope was bursting with energy, she inhaled deeply as to keep herself composed. “ we’re in new orleans, my hometown. i know you might not want to leave quinn alone but i have an idea ”, she inquired and then paused. “ i just have to go ahead first. ”
“ new orleans? ”, the captain gasped and threw his arms up high in the air. “ oh, i’m going to love easter for the first time. go on, but hurry up! i wanna go out and explore the city of jazz. ”
hope didn’t need to be told twice. before she could even think about leaving the nebula, however, she got changed into something more . . . homelike. it was odd putting clothes that weren’t going to serve in hunting a criminal down, or clothes that belonged to the company she informally worked for.
it was about time hope threw on some normal clothes, though. so she slipped on a pink shirt beneath some denim dungarees and some converse shoes, deciding to let her hair be. no luggage was required for her to bring back since her room remained untouched when she was gone, and her mother washed her clothes even though she never uses them.
now hope was rushing, out of her room and out of the nebula. touching down on the earthly ground for the first time in nearly a year.
even being able to breathe without a mask or a helmet was a relief. the sun was hot as ever, but she could withstand it. grinning to herself, she moved out of the spaceship parking spaces and after paying her parking fee, despite being a citizen, hope then carried onto the streets she missed to dearly.
even from far away, before stepping out into a clear opening, she could hear the melodious clarinets and the shrieking of trumpets and some flirtatious hums from saxophones and the tip-taps of the hit-hats on a drum set. the smell of gumbos being made and served, the tropical heat and the sight of palm trees, oh it felt wonderful to be home.
her senses were all alive, but her ears were particularly blessed with the music native to this wonderful town, this diverse and creative town. in the years that it has remained alive, it saw many periods of discrimination but it persevered, this town down the south of the u.s survived.
seeing all the people made a difference, though. hope saw the various bars that had remained open, families and friends spilling out into the streets for a quick meal down by the native restaurant to have their taste buds satisfied by african-american delicacies. sighing softly, hope could have stood there for a long time, watching them.
but she carried on moving towards bienvelle street, where she saw a potent creole townhouse painted in turquoise with white details on the balcony bars in front of the long windows. that was her home, the home she grew up in and was never unhappy with.
“ hope! ”, cried an elderly voice not too far ahead of her. it was hortense, her very kind next-door neighbor. she had remained stunning despite the age that was catching up to her, her melanin still rich and her dark eyes as docile as ever. she carried a heavy louisiana accent that always made hope smile when she heard it, and she smelt like cinnamon with a mixture of coconuts, a lovely and nostalgic combination. “ is that you, hun? ”.
the girl grinned from ear to ear and opened her arms wide to greet the woman, cooing softly whilst embracing her smaller body. “ i’m home now! ”, she announced happily and after letting the hug linger, she cupped the woman’s cheeks softly. “ looking stunning, as per usual. ”
“ oh i didn’t think you’d notice ”, the woman laughed, her chortle throaty and welcoming. “ i’ve just been exfoliating. ”
hope rose her eyebrows and couldn’t help but wiggle them, “ trying to impress the man at home, huh? ”. and then laughed at the small smack on the shoulder she received. “ how is he? is he better? still working? ”.
“ still working ”, hortense replied with a nod. “ although, he has been at home very often to spend time with me. i don’t know if i’ll ever get used to it properly. when you get married, you’ll know. ”
hope tilted her head and smiled adoringly at the lady, she has always spoken so well of her marriage of nearly fifty years with her husband. in this modern world, romance wasn’t exactly too popular. people had recognized love as a chemical reaction rather than a spiritual bond, and yet, older generations managed to remain romantic. it was hope’s who was a little cold to the topic.
but she never excused the idea of marriage. her parents married at a very young age and their relationship was intact, perhaps maybe more now than before. it would be nice to find someone but hope didn’t think it would be anytime soon, she was only twenty-two and she hadn’t explored all she wanted to see just yet.
“ i’m sure i will ”, hope said softly before looking back at her house. “ okay, i’m going to pop in very quickly to see the family. i’ll be back soon before tea, i promise! i bought some . . . colleagues over! ”.
hortense gasped, and then smirked with a laugh. “ my girl’s already growing up, since when are you the type to bring colleagues, huh? i mean it, you never bring friends over unless if you want them to impress your parents. there has to be a boy involved. ”
laughing, hope waved to the lady and watched her head back into her home, her door was open and she could hear some classic jazz playing through the sound of what sounded like the woman scolding her husband. chuckling, hope then went into her own house.
you’d think new orleans would be impacted by the technology but people only evolved their way of living if it was necessary. hope’s family had to because her father was a bit of a lunatic when it came to science, but it had remained relatively twenty-first century based, in that they hadn’t changed many things.
unlocking the front door, she heard music from inside almost immediately. it was most likely her mother, who was fond of nearly every genre of music around the world except for country, she couldn’t stand it. today, she had seemed to stick to some art farmer, a beloved trumpeter that even hope held dear to her heart.
the house was separated in two floors; the bottom floor being the garage, the first floor being the kitchen and living room and workspaces, and the top floor being the bedrooms and at the very top, hope’s father set up his astronomy roof, as he liked to call it.
going up the stairs to the first floor, the music grew louder and upon reaching the top, hope spotted some movement from the living room, and then the movement came into view, her darling mother dancing, swaying, whistling and humming. youthful and fun as always, stunning as if age did not impact her beauty at all.
she looked almost identical to her daughter except for the hair which she’d dyed into a reddish-brown of some sort. regardless, it suited her. out of all the people hope knew in the world, her mother was the definition of effervescent.
effervescent and at times aloof. the woman was enjoying her music so much that it took her a hot minute to notice her daughter all the way down the hall. the woman gasped and froze, her hands covering her open mouth and her eyes wide, even from here, hope could see them tear up.
“ hi, mom. ”
“ oh, hope, you’re home ”, she sighed and rushed to give the girl a hug, a tight one that nearly crushed hope and her innocent bones but the girl just grinned and tucked her chin on the woman’s shoulder, letting the hug linger. “ oh, goodness, you should have told me, i would have dressed up better or done something about my hair— ”.
hope laughed and tightened the hug, “ you look stunning, mom. you don’t have to dress up for me, i wanted to surprise you guys. ” the girl lifted her head slightly from her shoulder and smiled at her properly. “ oh, look at you. ”
her mother grinned and kissed her cheek tenderly, then taking a step back and holding her index finger to her lips. “ your brother’s in his room, i think he’ll be happy to see you ”, she informed the girl.
“ where’s dad? ”.
“ went shopping, now go! ”.
hope’s heart stammered in her chest with excitement. her baby brother was someone she was dying to see, perhaps the one she most wanted to see. taking the flight of stairs up to the bedrooms, she stepped onto the birch plank floors and tried not to make her steps echo even though her mother was playing music downstairs.
connor’s room was the door across from hers, so when he was a baby who managed to walk, he would often burst into her room in the morning to wake her up. after that, it was mostly her who woke him up. it was noon, though, so he couldn’t possibly be still in bed.
hearing music from within his own room, hope pressed her hand to the doorknob and turned it slowly, before peeking her head in. the place hadn’t changed a bit, his bedsheets were the same and his action figurines were still stacked up on his shelves, along with scientific books and comics.
her mother was like her in that he loved some scientific stuff. the first time introduced him to doctor who, he binged watched two seasons within the span of a couple of nights during his school holidays. and when he got into marvel, she couldn’t stop him from buying almost anything iron man related. the boy loved iron man.
the kid was sat at his desk, but there was no chair sight. hope frowned slightly but tried to smile all the same. his wheelchair had changed, perhaps they had gotten him a new model that made it faster and easier for a kid his age to move. either way, it saddened her.
not because of the wheelchair, but because he was on a wheelchair.
resting against his doorframe, hope watched her ten-year-old brother for a moment. he hadn’t changed at all, his hair remained dark and his shirts were always colorful, he mostly wore summer-clothes as to avoid getting too hot. he couldn’t really swim anymore, so clothes like these kept him cool.
they seemed to have gotten rid of his glasses, though, and that’s when she recalled the message her father had sent her that connor’s eye surgery had worked out and his vision was perfect.
he hadn’t seemed to have taken notice of her until he turned on his wheelchair with something in hand. a letter, an envelope. her eyes widened for a moment when she realized it was lilac. every time he used a lilac envelope, it was meant to be for her. whatever the message was, it was always meant for her.
connor’s eyes went from his desk and towards his sister who was at the door still, completely frozen still. hope saw his legs, saw that he was no longer paralyzed from the ankles down, but now it seemed to have affected just below his knees. and the tears soon rose to her eyes once again.
“ h-hope . . . ”.
“ h-hi, kid. ”
inhaling through the pain in her chest, she rushed over and picked him up, sweeping him off the wheelchair and holding him like he was still a baby. in her eyes, he hadn’t aged at all. he was ten years old and with an illness that could potentially kill him soon if no one did anything.
she felt those fragile arms around her neck and his tearful face against her neck which muffled the sound of his sobs. the last time she saw her brother crying was roughly five years ago, when he was diagnosed with muscular dystrophy, which affected the course of his life, and it still does.
hope stood there, holding the crying boy in her arms and securing his legs around her waist. he wasn’t heavy at all, she could carry him around like this for hours. and she wanted to. to make up for the lack of presence she showed in his life, a life that was partially miserable. she saw him express his sadness to his mother one night, about being teased school, about being unable to be a normal boy.
sighing softly, she ran a hand through his jet black hair and kissed his cheek softly. “ hey, it’s okay, you don’t have to hide your face from me, kiddo ”, she told him, caressing his cheek gently to get a glance at his gentle features.
when he rose his head, hope smiled tenderly. his full cheeks seemed to have gone, and his eyes seemed sadder, there wasn’t that glitter of innocence in them anymore. his illness completely took that away from him. but she always believed that even when you’re sick, you deserve a normal life. but people around you are always going to make it difficult.
hope’s father became severely depressed after the news, it was only her and her mother who managed to fight through it and try to make connor’s life as normal as possible. he knew of his illness and she wondered what the pain was of having to go through a day knowing that this might kill you one day.
it was why hope had gone to join voyage. the pay was good, and her father also spoke well of it. so perhaps with enough funds, they could afford the surgery. now they didn’t have the funds to either cure the boy’s illness nor give her father an artificial arm.
but she fought through it, she wanted to heal them both.
“ how are you, hm? did you pick up piano like mom said you would? ”, she questioned. the jazz was pleasant, so she pretended to dance with him, only to invoke a little giggle that brought a wave of serotonin to hope’s mind. “ our very own chopin. ”
connor grinned, “ i started two months ago. i like it a lot. dad was going to teach me to play guitar but that was . . . before the accident. ” he appeared saddened for a moment until he pressed his cheek against his sister’s. “ but that’s okay! i prefer piano anyway. ”
“ piano’s classier, you’ll have fun learning it. you better invite me to your school concert, i’ll fight to be there ”, hope said and connor nodded eagerly. smiling softly, she heard the music on the boy’s speaker change. she recognized it to be some rolling stones. she gasped. “ you little sneak, you took the album from my room! ”.
“ i also took some plushies! ”.
“ hm, fair enough. ”
hope sighed softly and put the boy back down onto his wheelchair, making sure he was secured before smiling. “ right, well, uh what happened to the old wheelchair you had? did mom throw it away? ”, she asked.
connor shook his head, “ it’s in the garage, dad fixed it but we like this one. in case it breaks, though, we can always go back to the old one. ” hope nodded slowly and looked off into the distance. “ why? ”.
“ i’m gonna need it. ”
time skip ﹏
“ oh, you’re back! ”.
indeed she was. she didn’t exactly ask permission from her parents, but she took the old wheelchair her brother used to the ship. there was a small control stick on the left armrest to make it easier for the patient to move. and the reason she’d bought it was because there was someone who needed it. quinn. and she didn’t want the kid tucked inside the ship for the two days they would be there.
she had brought the chair into the ship and had taken it into the bedroom, quinn seemed to have woken up and he looked much better than yesterday. what he needed was not to be tucked inside a bedroom when there was sunlight and food and people outside.
“ w-what’s that for? ”, the boy asked, visibly alarmed when the chair came into view. “ is that for me? ”.
hope managed a meek smile and brought the chair closer to him. “ you’re injured, still. but you can sit up, you can sit and eat and this chair is the best thing you’re going to get if you’re coming outside. it’s warm, and there’s food and music, you’re not staying cooped up here ”, she said and turned to vivienne. “ you can help him get into cooler clothes? ”.
vivienne smiled, “ of course! but uh, may i ask, how did you find it? ”.
hope paused and inhaled deeply. “ it’s my brother’s old chair ”, she said. after making a swift leave from the bedroom, she waited outside patiently for everything to be done and the doors slid open in around six or seven minutes, quinn had handled the controls of the wheelchair quite easily. hope chuckled as he moved himself out into the hall and gave a little spin in the chair. “ how does it feel? ”.
“ better than being in bed ”, he stated and then offered her a hint of a smile, she wondered just what it looked like in its full form. “ thank you for this, i’ll find a way to pay you back somehow. ”
hope shook her head, “ just enjoy yourself whilst you’re here. that’s all i ask from you. ”
it took some time but soon the pirates had gotten themselves dressed into some proper attire. hope had to lend dawn some hair clips from her closet as it would be a nice detail to the summer dress she had picked. not to mention the adorable flats on her feet. if she wore anything cuter, she would reduce her age to at least a teenager’s appearance.
the streets were more likely nearly the afternoon, most neighbors would be up and would bring meals to each other’s homes, having a lovely lunch together. the bars were all open, the children were spilling onto the streets with skipping ropes and footballs. you’d think that children’s upbringing would be different, but parents kept traditions alive so they could be young for a little longer.
“ so, this is where you grew up ”, enzo mumbled to her, he was walking alongside her, taking in the sights as if he was walking through a museum. “ it’s so colorful, and that music’s amazing! i wanna move here when i retire. ”
hope looked about for a little longer. the french quarter was a lovely place to live, and the food was better here than anywhere else in town. “ yeah, it’s a wonderful place. the best place for bringing up artistic people. my brother’s taste in music is already superior since he grew up here as opposed to a kid in california ”, the girl voiced with a small smirk.
enzo snorted, “ that’s something to be proud of. ”
needless to say, it was pleasant taking a walk around the french quarter. hope would have shown them more but lunchtime was coming around and she didn’t want them to be too hungry. so she stopped by her favorite restaurant, brennan’s. they served perhaps the best food in the entire city.
upon requesting a table, hope waited in line and took a quick look around. the walls were still painted green and the floor still checker-patterned. and the food smelled magnificent, as it always did.
they managed to get a big table by the window and hope helped quinn settle into a secure space before taking her seat in between vivienne and enzo, dominic and dawn sitting beside each other. hope’s never taken notice of it but they seemed to be close. even peeking at them at times, she sensed an amorous feeling from them, proximity. like her proximity to connor.
it was . . . cute.
when the time came to order, hope ordered a plate of gumbo with prawns and rice, and for the first time in a while, she settled with some water to drink on the side. whilst everyone else ordered and waited for the food, vivienne sprouted some conversation to fill the silence in.
“ so . . . you don’t have to answer this if you don’t want to ”, the girl began and hope turned her attention to her. “ you spoke of your brother yesterday, but not the fact that he . . . has a disability. ”
hope hummed and looked down, “ i don’t see why it’s relevant. my brother’s been sick with muscular dystrophy since he was four. first, it started with his feet and over time it rose up to his legs. it’s just below his knee now. it just means he can’t walk, hence why he’s in a wheelchair. hence why i was able to get that one for quinn until he gets better. ” she motioned to where quinn sat with a slight smile.
“ c-can he not get treatment? ”, dawn raised, appearing concerned when there really wasn’t any reason to be. connor had been sick for a while and the alarm that hope used to feel had been blocked from her senses, she can’t spend some years of her life just waiting for her brother to do. she prefers to do something about it first.
“ he’s been getting treatment. but ever since my dad’s accident, no one’s been working and there’s not enough to pay for it. it’s . . . kind of the reason why i joined voyage. to raise funds. i don’t want connor to go at such a young age, it’s best to treat it before the loss of muscle power reaches vital organs ”, she stated and shook her head. “ there’s nothing i wouldn’t for him. ”
enzo’s hand met the girl’s back, feeling a gently pat on it. “ that’s admirable, hope. really admirable. and i think that with your hard work, within given time, both your father and your brother will be healing ”, he said and hope returned the smile he offered, it was good to be encouraged at times.
because sometimes she felt like she was fighting this battle all alone and that people thought it was meaningless, that everyone had lost faith in her. but to be smiled at and encouraged really brought some warmth to her.
she appreciated it. wholeheartedly.
when the food came, it was compliments all around to the chef, and the bounty hunter couldn’t blame them. they appeared famished to an extent, but the quality of the food really made a difference. vivienne even offered to ask the chef for the recipe in case she wanted to serve this meal on the go.
the dish really brought that sense of nostalgia in a ripple effect, her senses tingling once more with the richness of the food that incited memories of her childhood; going out to the bayou for a boat ride, playing hopscotch in the veranda, riding her bike around the neighborhood. it almost drew tears to her eyes.
she noticed she had tuned out and tuned back in whilst the pirates were talking amongst themselves. hope has never really sat to watch and notice them individually, and the way they spoke to each other, conversations jumping and attention shifting and bursts of laughter and groans of dread at bad jokes, it was like sitting in a family dinner.
hope remained quiet as she didn’t want to disturb them, just because she was there didn’t mean that they couldn’t have their bonding moments. besides, when was the last time they got to be out in the open like this? she stood up, excusing herself to go pay for the meals.
it wasn’t expensive and the waitress gave her a discount as she’d known hope for years. it’s magical, being a frequent customer. as she was tapping her card on the reader, hope’s gaze wandered to the door when it opened, and her food, which had settled so well, began to brew into a cyclone of dread within her.
it was like the sweetness and saltiness had become pure sourness and the food was beginning to rise, the water she’d drank couldn’t calm down the raging way her blood was running. it was fear, it was dread, it was a cluster of emotions that left her speechless and immobile for a moment.
when those bleak, black eyes met hers, she really felt like she was going to faint and she would have turned away and walked back to the table but it was too late now, he’d seen her, and his eyes looked like they would pop from their sockets.
“ hope, is that you? ”.
“ h-hi, malakai. ”
the said male scoffed and approached and pulled her into a tight hug that she felt like she was going to burn from. it was like her heart was about to shoot out from her throat, she was so nervous. and not the good kind of nervous, the worst kind of nervous.
he pulled back quickly and took a good look at her. he way taller than her, it felt like she was being stared down at like some sort of animal, an ant, one that could easily be stepped on by the intimidated aura of this particular young man.
malakai worked for voyage. he had joined at the same time as hope and they trained in the same squad for a while until he got moved to communications where he worked as a messanger in between colonies, carrying important messages from leader to leader.
aside from being relatively smart, malakai also harnessed the looks that brought quite the attention. those luminous ebony eyes, the tanned skin and dark hair, the pretty nose and soft details, he was quite frankly the epitome of perfection in terms of visuals, he never failed to leave hope stunned at times but his beauty at times . . . startled her.
“ it’s been a long time, wow! ”, he commented. it has been a while, it’s nearly been four, going onto five years since she’s seen him. “ you’ve changed. still short, though. ”
hope laughed slightly, “ don’t get rude now. i didn’t think you’d come to celebrate easter, i thought perhaps you’d be with your folks in portugal. ”
malakai quickly shook his head, “ nah, portugal gets boring. lisbon never changes so sometimes i stay in new orleans for special events. besides, i have family friends here so i’m not exactly alone. ” hope nodded and looked down at her hands. “ are you here alone? ”.
quickly shaking her head, hope nodded towards the table in the corner. and for a second, she saw enzo rise up in his seat slightly. like he was observing, or perhaps about to smash someone’s face in, she couldn’t tell the difference. “ lunch with some . . . uh, friends. they’re staying with us for easter so you’ll meet them eventually ”, she uttered softly.
looking back at malakai, his gaze remained on the pirates and hope couldn’t describe at his expression was. because he had just been smiling and now it looked like . . . nothing. plain, a colorful canvas splashed with white, monotone and blank.
but then it changed into a soft gaze as he looked back at her, “ i hope so. ” rolling her eyes yet again, hope chose to keep her gaze on the ground. he suddenly tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear and then finally took a step back. “ anyways, i’m just here to pick up a delivery. i’ll see you around, then. ”
“ o-of course ”.
malakai nodded and upon collecting his food, blew the bounty hunter a kiss and then left. just like that. hope walked back slowly to the table, trying to recover from the revolting feeling she sensed when he had entered. it always happened, like a reflex action.
“ who was that? ”, quinn questioned. “ friend? ”.
“ boyfriend? ”, dom inquired. enzo’s eye seemed to twitch.
hope quickly shook her head, “ n-no, he’s a friend. we grew up not too far from each other, went to high-school together. he was my prom date but then we were always friends. he’s also in voyage. ”
vivienne’s eyes lit up, “ you looked close, he was standing quite close to you. look at you, you’re a bit red. ” eyes widening, hope covered her cheeks with her hands. “ i think he likes you. ”
hope smiles shyly and took her seat once again. the chatter sprung up again and she zoned out because she was startled after seeing malakai after so many years. he was always nice to her, especially back in high-school, and he was a rather lovely prom date considering no one else had asked her to go. vivienne wasn’t the first person who proposed the idea of him fancying her, she’s heard it before.
but she doesn’t really see it. he is just an amorous person by nature, affectionate, and fond of physical contact, nothing more. he’s never really made a move on her, never spoke about romance near her. so she believed it was the trick of the eye when others said he liked her. people simply taking his kindness as something else.
after the long meal, hope decided that the pirates could stay at her place. they could very much stay in the ship but that wasn’t exactly polite, especially since her mother was welcoming of people hope introduced. which was rare, hence why she persisted in letting them stay.
there was plenty of room around the house, mostly because there was a spare bedroom for guests. usually, hope’s grandmother would stay there, but the woman had formally moved to new york and she hasn’t visited in a while. there was a double bed for at least two or three people, some sleeping bags in the attic, and room on the couch. if connor wanted to sleep on hope’s bed, there would be space in his room as well.
it was an odd feeling, allowing people she previously had a distaste towards in her house. but it was better than letting them stay on the ship. for some reason, she wanted to show them what she was . . . actually like. they probably took her for an arrogant, cold and lonely girl. but she had a family, a family she loved very much and one that might be welcoming to them.
when hope introduced them, it was like connor bonded with them immediately. to her family, they were still voyage members. yet they seemed to have given up on the fake names. before they could, though, hope ran a search through many pirate databases on voyage in search of their names.
and there weren’t any names, nor many obvious pictures, only descriptions on their appearances. they still had bounties but it was unlikely her father was in the right frame of mind to be hunting or arresting anyone.
when they came in, she heard he was on the roof, getting ready for another night of star-gazing as he wanted to see some new constellations moving in. it was always his dream to adventure out of the solar system to somewhere new, he was an ambitious man.
hope walked onto the roof with her hands behind her back and saw her old man there already. he had a work station on the roof, a little seat for him to relax on and his equipment which was somewhat scattered around. usually, when it rained, he would pull up a field to shield it. he’d paid quite a lot for it.
it is a strange feeling, seeing your father who changed whilst you were away. his right arm was nearly completely gone, only some bits of his forearm remained which he seemingly hid behind a leather jacket. he remained handsome despite it all, he’d lost weight and he was growing a neat beard that suited him well. there wasn’t a single strand of white hair on his head, he always took care of his appearance.
but there was something on the man that puzzled the girl, and it was the lack of that party-animal personality he had. he should’ve been dancing around, playing music, singing whilst working, perhaps calling for his wife to come up to see something.
that was gone. he was silent as he adjusted his telescope. his most prized possession, his only look into the stars now that flying was out of bounds to him. the tears came flying to her eyes again, hope stared so helplessly at the man she admired so much and how he was coping. if he was coping at all.
he had his back to her, but he turned when laughter was heard from downstairs. and then his eyes settled on his daughter. similar to connor, he seemed to freeze and then begin to tear up, hope rushed to him before he could call her name.
and threw her arms around him tightly, securing them around his neck and hiding her face within the crook of his neck, feeling his only remaining arm wrap itself around her. he still wore the leather jacket her and connor got him for his birthday, he still wore the same perfume his mother gave him on their anniversary, he was still the same man in body but perhaps not the same in his mind.
not a single word was spoken for a good minute as she tightened the hug, letting her eyes close for a brief moment to appreciate the peace that being home brought her. it was a relief seeing her father well. she thought he would have changed completely, shut her out for having taken too long or refused her embrace. but he didn’t.
then, he spoke. “ i thought i wouldn’t be seeing you until connor’s birthday ”, he mumbled softly, his voice also hadn’t changed. at all. oh, god one cannot explain how happy that made her.
“ i wanted to be here sooner. i’m sorry i took too long ”, she uttered with a frown, not looking to pull away any time soon. “ i missed you, dad. ”
her father chuckled and then hummed. “ i missed you more, hope. i can’t even express how worried i was. about you and how you were handling yourself out there . . . ”, was what he continued with. “ but you’re brave, you always pull through in the end. and you always come home. ”
her eyes opened and her expression remained empty for a moment until one pristine tear fell from her eye and spilled down the bridge of her nose, running all the way down the tip before it fell onto the ground. a single tear. she’s never given herself the freedom to cry over anyone or anything, crying was always a waste of time and energy.
but this time, she couldn’t help it. this was her father. she knew many people out there didn’t have one as amazing as this one, or a father at all. she knew many didn’t have mothers, brothers. she knew she was incredibly fortunate to having something like a family to go back to when she had to retreat from the world.
she had a home. and she never took that for granted.
her father gave her another gentle squeeze before moving back slightly and taking a good look at her face, wiping the remaining tears away and patting her cheek softly. “ don’t cry because of me, hope. you don’t want me to tell you the magical tear story again, do you? ”, he laughed at the face she pulled and then let her sniffle and wipe her face. “ did you bring friends over? ”.
“ y-yeah ”, she breathed through her sniffle, and then settled with her hands in the pockets of her dungarees. “ comrades. workmates. they’re newbies so they don’t know much about what happens. they don’t have a place to stay for easter. ”
he smiled, “ that’s fine, we can open some space for them. and i wonder if they prefer hotdogs or hamburgers for the barbeque tomorrow . . . are any of them vegetarian? ”.
“ lucas everhart, you are truly a complex man ”, hope commented, seeing how his eyes softened with a sense of innocence. “ i’m glad you’re here, dad. ” he moved in and pressed a tender kiss to her forehead.
“ i am rather complex. now go, make your friends feel comfortable ”, he told her and ushered her away, she stood there for a moment, watching him go about his work. she wanted to speak more time with him, but she still had the whole of easter to enjoy his company.
heading down the stairs, she found connor in the living room with dawn and quinn, he seemed to be quizzing them about planets and whatnot and hope didn’t mind it so long as they avoided making it obvious that they weren’t a part of voyage.
in the kitchen, it seemed like vivienne and hope’s mother had started to get along. showing off recipes was always one of her mother’s favorite things to do, especially when feeding a large group of people.
she didn’t see enzo nor dom, however. she looked about but didn’t catch sight of them. “ they went out to the store, hope, they’ll be back soon ”, vivienne told her. the girl nodded and then went into the living room.
“ hey tyke, come here, give your sister some cuddles ”, hope said to the baby brother who immediately rose his arms to be picked up. when taking him into her arms, she was always gentle. looking at his face, they shared a sweet smile before she sat down on the couch, giving him space on her lap to relax. “ what are you guys talking about? ”.
dawn grinned, “ space-dust. he’s really smart, you know, he was telling me about the new goldilock planet they found in the milky way. ”
connor looked at hope and smiled eagerly. “ it’s really cool, but it’s too hard to explain it and i’m tired ”, he mumbled before resting his head against her chest. “ cuddles. ”
“ cuddles ”, hope repeated and looked down towards his small figure and the way his eyes closed, he did look rather tired and he smelt a bit like chlorine. “ did you go swimming? ”. connor hummed and nodded. “ see, i’m going to start crying if you keep things to yourself. tell me what you’re doing, connor, i wanna spend time with you. ”
he rose his head slightly and looked at her thought sleepy eyes, “ m’kay, i’m, uh . . . yawn, doing some swimming . . . a-and piano . . . an— ”.
“ okay, no, nevermind, shh, sleep ”, hope cut in and put his head back against her chest, smiling at the giggles that came from both him and dawn.
it was peaceful, the rest of the evening was composed primarily of introducing her family to the pirates. connor was fast asleep on her lap, worn out from the swimming and the excitement of today, he looked like he was going to burn with energy tomorrow so hope let him sleep.
her father wasn’t as curious about the pirates as she thought he’d be, and perhaps it may be because the topic of voyage may upset him. so they mostly talked about sports, music, art, things that anyone can join into. hope never stopped holding the sleeping connor in her arms, though, he looked too peaceful and too safe there.
the feeling of being home cannot be compared to anything else. being out in space is one thing but it’ll never replace the sensation of being in the walls you grew up in and being among the people you hold dearest to your heart. she made the most of it now, because things might change in a couple of years’ time.
in the midst of the silence, she rested her cheek gently against her brother’s head and closed her eyes. blocking out the sounds around her and only focusing on now, not tomorrow or the day after that, not yesterday or the week she had. now.
now, she was home. safe and sound.
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Random and PERSONAL Astrological Opinions
-Your Tropical (Western) astrology chart should be assessed IN CONJUNCTION with your sidereal chart. Tropical astrology is “man-made” in a sense, and even though I think it’s applicable and makes sense to me personally (especially in relations to the physical manifestations of our reality) I think sidereal is just as accurate and important, being as it is the truest study of the constellations themselves. Do your own research and study at your own risk versus according to popular opinion.
- Cancer, Virgo, Libra, and Taurus are the liberators of Divine Feminine energy.
Cancer - The Mother. To be a nurturer, you need to be in tune with divine instinct. To communicate through intuition, to read between the lines, to be energetically and psychically receptive is the primal instinct of a Cancerian. These natives are creators. Cancers create in harmony with the moon. They emulate the moon’s energy from the powerful glow and intoxicating energy they withhold down to the way their emotions wax and wane in alignment with the moon’s tides. To balance all this heavy and often turbulent energy, it is essential for Cancers to have a creative outlet. These are powerful natives who only need to feel to create. Through feeling, the body naturally flows in rhythm with the soul. Spirit communicates to this receptive sign through creativity. To healthily express and release deep expressions of the Dark Mother, these people must have some form of expression to channel their rich inner world. Like the mother, Cancerian natives will nurture and protect their creations at all costs.
Virgo - The Uncorrupted Woman. The only sign represented by a woman as the sign’s astrological symbol (and one of two human symbols, the other being the Gemini twins). Virgo is the purest embodiment of Divine Feminine energy. Here we have the liberated woman. Not devoted to man, but devoted entirely to herself and her responsibility. She has never endured male corruption in her primal state. Virgo is femininity in her most free form. Being not only human but a virgin woman at that, she is naturally dedicated to her development and nourishment. She must create a home for and within herself, as she relies solely on herself. She must provide food to survive, which involves spending a lot of time in nature and creating from scratch. Nature speaks to Virgo and offers it’s gift of food and medicine as she follows the strong intuition and discernment she’s been blessed with and further strengthens. She heals herself and others come to her in need of her healing hands. Ruled by Mercury the planet of divine creativity, these natives spend a lot of time creating. As she is so often alone in her thoughts, she develops a real gift of indulging in and perfecting her many creative expressions. Virgo is a creative writer/messenger, and portrays her mercurial and earthly nature through her swift, graceful, and sensual movement. She is in tune with her sensuality and sexuality as she’s had time to explore her independent pleasure. Virgo is a powerful, creative, and healing presence and is fully aware of it.
Libra and Taurus - Divine Feminine in all her Glory. They want it? They got it. Librans and Taureans are both ruled by the planet of Venus which represents beauty, value, pleasure, reflection, creativity, relationships, and Divine Feminine energy. Venus is a planet of magnetism. It rules the number 6 in numerology, which is a number that has been quite demonized over time. Venusian power being so strong that threatened masculinity has felt the need to demean and demise it in hopes to bury it from their life and from our mind. When you take a deeper look at the planet’s astrological symbol, you see that it is a representation of a mirror. More specifically, reflection. Taurus and Libra are creators that not only channel Divine Feminine energy through their artistic abilities, but also their ability to create their reality with the reflective and magnetic power of Venus.
Libra is originally the divider of the signs Virgo and Scorpio at a time where the two signs were once one. That requires a huge amount of balance, fairness, and justice to be put into play on Libra’s part from the beginning. These natives have a strong sense of doing what’s fair and a gift for balancing energy. Libra has taken on natural abilities of the two signs and uses the power of manipulation and sexuality along with charm and persuasion to achieve what’s desired. Libra has an intuitive knack for knowing what a situation is missing and the best way to fulfill that missing piece and turn it into a situation that they desire, if need be. As long as this native holds the vibration of feeling worthy of what they are trying to attract, the reflection and magnetism of Venus will bring whatever it is they wish for. They know this and they are extremely receptive of abundance: a big component of allowing divine feminine energy to flow naturally. They are the embodiment of living on the Venus frequency and often unknowingly (and knowingly) use their feminine power to get what they want because the energy is so effortless for Libras.
Taurus knows what they want, and at their pace they’re going to get it. Taureans place a high value on their self-worth, and what happens when you know you’re worth something and you know you want it? You get it. It’s that simple and Taurus knows it. So these natives demand it. They work for it, but they work for it when and how they want to. These earth signs are persevering and know that they’re going to get whatever it is they want, which is why they know they can take their time if they so please. Taureans love beautiful and luxurious items, as they tend to reflect their worth through physical manifestations. These natives love indulging in pleasure, being sensual/ in touch with their senses, being surrounded by and/or creating beautiful things, as well as financial freedom and security. Taurus attracts these things because they are tied to value and worth, and through their high self-worth and Venusian magnetism, it is delivered to them.
#this is all for now im going to sleep#sidereal#tropical#astrology#aries#taurus#gemini#cancer#leo#virgo#libra#scorpio#sagittarius#capricorn#aquarius#pisces#taurus sun#taurus moon#taurus rising#cancer sun#cancer moon#cancer rising#virgo rising#virgo sun#virgo moon#libra sun#libra moon#libra rising#if this energy is resonating with you#receive it whether i listed the placement in the tags or not
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“Scribbling in the Sand” -- CCM and Liturgical Catechesis Pt. IV: Steve Taylor
Go to Pt. III Go to Pt. V
From the 1980s to the early 1990s, Roland Stephen “Steve” Taylor emerged in the CCM scene as a unique, prophetic and rare satirical voice. Dubbed the “Clown Prince of Christian Rock”, Taylor’s work is known for its topical themes, emulation of various musical styles, and biting but insightful critique of...pretty much every meaningful target for a Christian musician to comment on. Without going into too much detail, Taylor’s work particularly towards the end of the 90s fell victim to what is known as “the satire paradox”, in which satirical media is often only properly recognized as such by people who are already aligned with the message or ideology of the satire. Many conservative Christian media curators were put off by his work, particularly when he tackled such topics as abortion. This eventually led to his disillusionment with the Christian music scene (though he remains a devout Christian and has in recent years returned to CCM as a collaboration partner). He formed the secular band “Chagall Guevara” in the 90s and eventually returned to writing Christian music when he produced songs for the Newsboys, as well as a couple of solo projects with Peter Furler once the latter left the band.
Taylor is an interesting example to talk about, because his music is very decidedly non-liturgical for the most part. He doesn’t write “worship music”, and while his world-focused commentary is in some ways similar to Petra, he is much more topical and specific. In this respect, he does actually embody I would argue one aspect of liturgy: the lifting up of the needs of the world to God and for the community to see. In a way, his music resembles an irreverent litany.
A sample of his titles should give a sense of the tone of much of his work: “Steeplechase,” “Whatever Happened to Sin,” “I Blew Up the Clinic Real Good” (his critique of militant pro-life activists), “Since I Gave Up Hope I Feel A Lot Better”.
The song I want to examine, however, is atypical of Taylor’s satirical work but falls more in line with the later work he would do producing for the Newsboys and co-writing songs with their frontman, Peter Furler. The song is a haunting, poignant piece entitled, “Harder to Believe Than Not To”.
The song opens with an achingly beautiful sample of a choral piece by Rachmaninoff. The title and concept of the song itself are taken from a letter by Flannery O’Connor in which she responds to critics who were surprised that she was a woman of faith, critics who referred to faith as a “crutch”. O’Connor responded in her letter that it was “harder to believe than not to believe.” One beauty of this song is the way it weaves in other works of art and culture in an organic way that contributes to the song’s message. In this way, Taylor offers a blueprint for building upon a kind of Holy Tradition, something that more contemporary Christian artists could stand to emulate. We all exist in a context, whether we know it or not, and Taylor draws on the talent and thought patterns of faithful Christian artists while making the song his own.
“ Nothing is colder than the winds of change/Where the chill numbs the dreamer till a shadow remains/Among the ruins lies your tortured soul/Was it lost there
Or did your will surrender control?”
The song then moves to the plaintive chorus:
“ Shivering with doubts that were left unattended
So you toss away the cloak that you should have mended
Don't you know by now why the chosen are few?
It's harder to believe than not to”.
This song is both a critique and an exhortation. We are encouraged to consider that the life of faith will be costly, and that discipleship is not easy. But we are also encouraged to carry on boldly and bravely, understanding that enduring and persevering through trials (without inviting them) is a sign of faithfulness, not failure (as secular society and some prosperity gospel preachers claim).
Taylor also subtly but insightfully names the forces both inside and outside the church that seek to keep us from Christ our goal:
“ Some stay paralyzed until they succumb
Others do what they feel, but their senses are numb
Some get trampled by the pious throng
Still they limp along “
Before flowing into the final chorus, Taylor offers a sly but gentle jab at those who think faith is for the weak:
“Are you sturdy enough to move to the front?
Is it nods of approval or the truth that you want?
And if they call it a crutch, then you walk with pride
Your accusers have always been afraid to go outside”
This is a laugh at the expense of the darkness, and the words of a faithful person who knows that though the battle against evil and suffering rages on, God has already won the war. It is indicative of the “upside-down Kingdom”* of God’s economy, where weakness is strength.
In this piece, Taylor offers a liturgical prayer infused with kenosis, the emptying of the self in order to receive fullness from God. Brilliantly, the song not only provides a compelling formative model for self-emptying, but also frames such kenosis as, in its own way, revolutionary. Many CCM songs talk about humbling oneself before God, but it is sadly (particularly in American evangelicalism) done in a way that equates to self-loathing. Here is a perfectly poised counterbalance to that attitude, a song which rejoices in the foolishness of the Way of Jesus in the eyes of the world while simultaneously framing faithfulness as a source of spiritual strength. Contemporary churches would do well not to shy away from the prophetic, kenotic elements in their liturgy, and to employ gifted artists and musicians who have this kind of “iconographic vision”, a vision that sees all human endeavor not in worldly terms of power, prosperity and influence, but in Kingdom terms of weakness, humility and love.
*to borrow a phrase from Donald Kraybill, Anabaptist author and theologian.
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Constellations
Hi hello! This was a short story I wrote for a competition on Reedsy! It was my first time and I won and I was so excited oml. I got the idea of constellations from the solidarity prompt but then I ended up using the community one,,, hope you enjoy!!
In the beginning, there was nothing.
Then, there was something.
An explosion, a gasp of light in a choking universe that breathed all we know into existence. Quarks and atoms bounced with sweet ecstasy, creation free to their whims. From dust they formed glittering galaxies adorned with brilliant balls of energy. Stars.
Stars were the pride of particles. Their fiery blaze illuminated the darkness, gave life and allowed other creations to be viewed. Up close, massive and glaring, but with an almost inexplicable allure. From a distance, gentle and charming, a reminder that even the blackest landscapes could be penetrated. Most life forms might as well be moths.
As Time traveled in her never-ending passage, the universe kept expanding. New stars were born, planets began to form, accompanied by their little moon sisters. Families formed, held tight in the arms of gravity. All the bodies lived in harmony and were appreciated, from plain asteroids to the glittering stars. They worked together to create melodies of color, an artwork from every perspective, and they were happy.
Eventually, the joy grew with the life that had sprung forth into the universe. Bacteria evolved into lush plantations of all colors. Organisms crittered out of crevices, or made them their homes. Slowly, but surely, sentient life formed their first, tiny civilizations. They worshiped the world that made and named them. In wonder of their origins. Creatures gifted with knowledge used their unique innovation to investigate and learn. Some races and planets moved faster than others, but they all held in commonality a reverence for their speckled skies. A respect. Even beasts possess a love for their kin.
After a few millennia, a new galaxy formed. Within it, a beautiful planet was birthed. Instantly, the universe welcomed another addition. Life had a special vibrancy on Earth. Her oceans were full and her forests were plentiful. All beings knew and respected the balance that supported them. Such understanding made Earth a continuation of the ardour fostered in the cosmos. Through hard and easy times, life persevered. Especially a species self-declared as humans.
The planet adored her special children. When they stumbled to their feet and stood strong, she gleamed with pride. Their ingenuity led them far. They studied the best traits of their siblings and mastered them. They crafted tools to assist them, used the opposable thumbs they shared with their ancestors. They forged bonds with their wolf brothers and mirrored their pack tendencies. And just like them, they formed tribes, each with unique cultures and beliefs. However, unlike the animals they walked beside, they had the capacity to think, to be aware. They could share their findings and make even larger societies. But, their own stubbornness curbed them. Humanity had another unique trait.
In worlds far far away other beings were also cunning and resilient, but no other species in the universe had such a thing as “arrogance”. They began to take advantage of every resource they could get their hands on. From an initial glance, it seemed a natural course of the food chain. But soon it became clear that they had set their minds on using their abilities for one thing.
Conquering.
They broke the balance of give and take and started their quest for domination. And they succeeded. Their egos became so grand so that they even dismissed the celestial bodies that had granted them their wondrous gifts. They became the first society to scorn the stars. Their need for superiority led them to seek to even take other planets. Humanity reduced once godly entities to simply their elements, ignoring anything that was not produced by them. They thought themselves unstoppable.
Earth grew more and more in pain and cried out to her own siblings and parents. She recounted her ungrateful children’s mission and transgressions, even to her. The universe is not cruel. They care for each other. Love all for they are all one.
It was proclaimed, “We must bring your children back to the light.”
So a plan was organized. The flashiest beings of the sky would gather to remind the humans of the glory of the skies, the unknown, and humble them. Violence was not once brought to the table. They hoped to reteach love and enchantment, reinforce mutual appreciation. War was never considered.
So. Stars not just from Earth’s own galaxy, but from all over the universe worked to form pictures with their forms. Constellations. Shapes of all kinds decorated the night. Beasts, gods, humans, whatever entertained the mind.
When the humans looked to the sky, awe once again filled their eyes. But not for the intended reason. Endless possibilities danced in their brains. They asked not, “What have I done wrong?”, but “How can I use this?”. It was discovered that the accuracy of their maps could be increased, they could travel to new, far off lands by memorizing the positions of the stars and their new artistic forms. Another tool in their box.
With enhanced navigation, subjugation was even simpler. Where members of their own species were a little behind, they chose not to reach out a hand, but to destroy and hand down plight like the gods they thought they were. And they no longer reined the horse of destruction at just themselves, no, they even began to abuse their own mother.
The universe wept. The moon feared she would be next. Earth was dying.
And the humans? Oh, they revered and “remembered”. Humanity said the stars were important. Just the stars. And it was not because of their beauty or grace. It was because it helped them in their ceaseless race.
A race that never existed because a challenge was never made. Not a soul encouraged the pursuit of “glory”, a bum rush to supremacy. Competition with no opposition is infinite. Humans and other humans. Beasts and other beasts. Galaxies, stars, planets, moons, asteroids, dust. All are able to coexist. To establish an undercurrent below a broken bridge of imaginary differences. Yet, one tiny infinite speck, a singular ash, can set a fire.
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My Thoughts When Heroes Become Anti-Heroes
first we knows how The Ending of The End Part 1 to 2 went down...
even if both episodes were still awesome, one part of it wasn't so great...
and that is the whole turning Cozy, Tirek and Chrysalis to stone...
and yet Discord was the one who started it in the first place....
Celestia, Luna and Discord really couldn't of just I don't know, maybe had the three go to the Human World
that Sunset lives, since Sunset appeared in The Last Problem, it means that she is canon.
didn't they learn the last few times that stone spell was used, that it doesn't truly solve anything.
what it might do, is cause Cozy, Chrysalis and Tirek to form Post Traumatic Stress Disorder.
or PTSD for short, but it shouldn't be mistaken for the other types of PTSD that doesn't have "Stress" in their names.
I believe that Fiona Fox had PTSD, and even if he might not show it, I believe that Scourge The Hedgehog
could of had Post Traumatic Stress Disorder as well.
plus it is possible that the relationship of Scourge and Fiona, wasn't pure "in love" feelings.
but at the same time, they could of still cared for each other, but what they thought was romantic feelings,
was more likely knowing how it feels to be hurt by those who called themselves "good guys"....
Fiona was hurting, and it only got worse when the other freedom fighters didn't understand that and had distrust for her.
I believe that she had enough and turned back to her old ways, because she wasn't welcome by the freedom fighters.
yes I believe now, that Fiona and Scourge's relationship, to be a toxic relationship.
I also want to say that I don't blame Lauren for that Ending of The End Part 1 to 2.
I know they didn't have anything to do with that, but I guess I shouldn't blame those who had Discord, Celestia and Luna pull a Anti-Hero move....
and I know some fans think it was 100% okay that it happen that way.
but I and a few other fans will have to disagree on that.
plus if Chrysalis already had PTSD, then being placed in stone, might make it much worse than it is now.
I can't agree with Anti-Hero moves that some characters make.
like when Star Butterfly decides to destroy the magic, the last episodes were still awesome, even to the end where dimensions become one and the same.
but placing the blame on the magic, that HER FAMILY misused, is NOT okay.
that is just as bad as the Player/Frisk making Chara the scapegoat, which gave birth to the AU versions of Chara where they truly do use Frisk,
but in the canon it isn't Chara who starts the whole Geno Routes.
Star could of came up with a spell to kill Mina and The rest of the Solarian Warriors that Moon help make.
but even that would be going too far, but making the Magic the scapegoat, when it was her family that kept misusing it, was not okay.
I don't think I will ever understand why they had to have characters from both SVTFOE and MLPFIM pull Anti-Hero moves.
we know that there will be Anti-Heroes and Anti-Villains.
take Optimus Prime from TFA, even if Starscream did place a small device on Megatron to go Boom.
it wasn't him that caused Megatron to be thrown out the ship, that was Optimus.
so even if Starscream did cause Megatron to become injured, it was Optimus who caused Megatron to be fully destroyed,
and his head ending up in Sumdac's Lab.
Optimus even tried to place the blame on Starscream when he was Lockdown's captive.
plus it isn't like the Autobots are all innocent, because of how the Decepticons became "The Decepticons" in the first place.
even if in most of the Transformers Timelines, the history of how the Decepticons formed because of mistreatment, might not be in all the timelines, but it could of still be placed in some timelines.
and yet most Autobots think they are the innocent, but really they aren't, well the Autobots that just became Autobots
that had nothing to do with what happen during when the two factions first formed, it is the new generation
of both Autobots and Decepticons that are 100% innocent from what the first Autobots and Decepticons have started.
Homeworld Gems and Autobots are kind of the same, same goes for Decepticons and Crystal Gems being the same.
but there is still differences too, the Crystal Gems wanted to protect the life growing on Earth.
and Autobots well, if the Autobots truly did force the Decepticons from Cybertron in Transformers Animated...
then they are no better than how the Homeworld Gems use to be, but at least they reformed.
yes the Crystal Gems was able to force The Homeworld Gems off of Earth, but a lot of gems on both sides ended up hurt.
Lapis wasn't even a Crystal Gem during that time, and she ended up hurt by both sides.
it is possible she had formed PTSD when she was mirror.
Steven's Mom, was both a Good & Bad person....she caused problems that Steven felt he needed to fix.
and at some point Steven ended up in a dark place, I'm not sure if he ended up with PTSD, but we do know that because of what he went through
and his Mother's actions, it caused him to view her different, and even started to see his Dad being just like her.
even if Greg was both Good & Bad like Rose, his view of his parents couldn't been right.
there are two sides to every story, and Greg might of not seen the full picture on why his parents treated him the way they did.
Steven wasn't really a Anti-Hero, but more like a Hero who was becoming emotionally hurt.
just when he was becoming better, his Dad made him go right back to feeling really bad.
and with the money that Greg got from his old partner Marty, he could of taken Steven to the hospital or even send him to school.
well send him to school or get someone to come to Steven's home to teach him, because not everyone is able to handle school.
I mean if both teachers and other students give off too much energies, it could cause seizures to those who are sensitive to energies,
from both people and some supernaturals.
such energies causing a person to form seizures can be misdiagnosed, which of course will have doctors who don't know anything about those kind of seizures,
to get ya medicine that you freaking didn't need in the first place, all ya did need is to get as far away from the town and people that were giving off such dangerous energies,
and maybe get some gems to protect you from energies even in the new less negative place you end up living at next.
we can see Energies as Magical Energies, and they can be dangerous to those
who are very sensitive to them if they are not of their own Magic Energy.
I asked my pendulum if unicorns are real, and it gave me a "Yes"
I even asked if I was a Unicorn with Wings in one of my past lives, and it gave me a Yes....
so since Unicorns with Wings are called Alicorns in this day and age,
it means I was technically a Alicorn in one of my past lives, I mean if it isn't one of my pendulum's pranks.
but being reborn as a animal and not just a human, might be good....but I think I rather just be reborn as a human.
my pendulum even gave me a Yes, when I asked if I was a Dire Wolf in one of my past lives.
and it seems in both my lives of being a Dire Wolf and Unicorn With Wings (also known as a Alicorn today.)
I was always Female, well biologically female.
I kind of hope that my being a Dire Wolf and Alicorn in one of my past lives, isn't one of my pendulum's pranks.
I hope that no one takes this the wrong way, but I don't EVER want to be reborn as a Male Human....
or Male anything, I guess it be find if I was reborn as a Female who happen to be Intersex.
but I really don't want to be reborn as a Male, I have my reasons....
I mean even if there can be Male Humans I can trust, most of my past life problems have been caused by Men...
and it is good thing I can't remember it, but I think it can be possible for someone to remember a little...
I know that most of my past life problems were caused by Females too...
my pendulum gave me a Yes,
when I asked if I was aborted in one of my past lives.
(but it could be pulling a prank about that, or it could be true.)
but I just don’t think I would be comfortable being reborn as a Male....
also I asked my pendulum, and the little girl who is known as Rosalia Lombardo is in fact haunting her body,
but her soul is not in the body itself, the soul and the body of Rosalia Lombardo that is being persevered,
are bonded....so if the reborn soul of Rosalia is alive today, they would be unknowingly haunting their past life body.
so if it is true, then any time someone sees a persevered body open their eyes, it is because of them being bonded to their soul
that has a new body and went through rebirth.
I asked my pendulum if I am Rosalia Lombardo's reincarnation, and it gave a Yes.
but it could be one of it's pranks, but still I guess it could possibly be true...
the yellow bow on top of Rosalia's head is really cute, but if it is true that we are one and the same soul.
that would mean that Rosalia was a Earth Angel.
I even asked my pendulum if the Rosalia body only opens their eyes when I sleep, and it gave a Yes.
but it could be joking about that, I mean it isn't like that is true...at least I think it isn't.
so if a persevered body who's soul has left that body, open their eyes.
it could be because of the bond of the soul and it's original body.
if I had to, I would pray that I stop haunting that body I use to be the home of my soul....
I can take a guess what would happen if I do so, I don't know if my pendulum is being truthful or not,
but I asked it if I do just that, will it caused my past life body to turn to dust, and it gave a Yes.
I'm not really sure if it is true, but I think it might be for the best to at least try, even if people might be upset.
but if it is true that body was me in a past life, then I have a right to stop myself from haunting it.
it is time for that part of myself be given true peace, I'm not even sure it will even happen, but if it does,
then I guess my pendulum wasn't pulling a prank on me about Rosalia Lombardo aka "The Sleeping Beauty"
being my past life self...I mean if it is true, but there is a chance that it is one of it's pranks.
anyway after I post this up, I will get to work on praying that I stop haunting my past life body of Rosalia Lombardo.
I mean if it is true, but it could turn out my pendulum is just on one of it's prank kicks....
anyway back to the whole Anti-Hero talk, I still can't agree with the whole Anti-Hero move that happen in MLPFIM or SVTFOE,
even if the last episodes of those two shows were still awesome and good, but I can't agree with Magic taking the fall for those who had misused it,
or Discord getting away with what he did, and Cozy, Chrysalis and Tirek ending up as the scapegoats.
also it is possible that the power of the element of harmony, do not have the power to turn living beings to stone.
this spell could only be done by those who know a stone spell, and the elements of harmony can only heal and bring those who have been turned to stone back to flesh.
when Cozy, Chrysalis and Tirek are turned to stone, they are turned that way by Discord, Luna and Celestia.
not the elements of harmony or those who truly represent them, and from what we can understand, there is more than one Tree of Harmony.
it can very well be possible that there is a Tree of Harmony in the human world that Sunset now calls home.
what if Moondancer was suppose to be one who was suppose to become the Princess of Friendship, not Twilight?
what if Sunset was suppose to be part of the elements of harmony in her original world, but then when she started to form friendships in the human world,
she started to become one of the elements of harmony in that world instead.
what if Bubbly Hooves (also known by Derpy Hooves, but I like calling her by one of her other names which is "Bubbly" now, because it seems better.)
is Loyalty, Vinyl Scratch is Generosity and Octavia Melody is Inspiration, well I think it could be possible....
but what if Moondancer, Sunset Shimmer, Vinyl Scratch, Octavia Melody, Doctor Chrono Whooves, Amethyst Star, Lyra Heartstrings and Sweetie "Bonbon" Drops
were suppose to find the elements of harmony instead of Twilight and her friends?
but that would possibly be in a Alternate Timeline, but I can't help but think that Sci-Twi might really be the counterpart of Moondancer.
don't misunderstand, and just think I believe that because of them both wearing glasses, I wear glasses too you know.
but I think it is possible that the Twilight we have known from Season 1, might really be different....
Twilight could of been given memories of Moondancer, who was truly the one that hatched Spike's egg.
the Twilight we know as Sci-Twi, might be Moondancer's twin sister and Twilight Velvet and Night Light, could be Moondancer's real parents who's memories were altered. Twilight Sparkle could really be a Magical Pony Homunculus that was created.
the real Twilight Sparkle who would then be Sci-Twi, ended up taken from her real family and given to homunculus clones of just her father, mother and older brother,
then taken to the human world to live there.
while Moondancer was given to a pony who was the niece of her mother Twilight Velvet.
it's fine that no one agrees about that theory, but what if it were true....
that the Princess Twilight we known for so long, turned out to be a clone/homunculus that replaced Sci-Twi?
maybe that would be better in a Fanon Alternate Timeline.
there is no way that would be canon, I mean fanon yes, but it wouldn't be canon...
no one has to agree with me or others who believe that Cozy, Tirek and Chrysalis were wronged, and the whole turning them to stone
was a Anti-Hero move...if the elements did in fact heal them, and doesn't have the power to turn them or any living being to stone,
this power might very well be magic that can only be done by those who know the spell for it.
so yeah I now believe that the elements of harmony can not truly turn someone to stone, but are able to heal and bring back those who were turned to stone.
it be kind of interesting if my pendulum was being truthful about one of my past lives being a winged unicorn, which is known now as a Alicorn.
like I said many times before, it tend to pull pranks when it isn't being truthful.
so if nothing happens to the Rosalia Lombardo-Body, after I pray to Divine Father & Mother for me to stop haunting it and for my original body be given true peace, then I think I will go watch season 2 of Transformers Animated.
I had been watching some cartoons on my Xbox, well DVDs on my Xbox.
like Sonic Underground, it be nice if Sonia and Manic became canon in the Sega games of Sonic The Hedgehog.
once again my pendulum giving me a Yes, about me being Rosalia Lombardo’s reincarnation, could very well be one of it’s pranks.
but I don’t think I should ignore it if it turns out it isn’t pranking me.
and if it turns out every time I go to sleep, the eyes of Rosalia start to open.
my pendulum gave a Yes, when I asked if Rosalia’s father having persevered the body was a sin, and it went clockwise fast for Yes.
I asked my pendulum, and it seems that preserving a Earth Angel’s original body, is a sin...so Rosalia’s father who had someone persevere the body,
committed a sin, so if my pendulum isn’t pulling a prank on me and it giving a “Yes” or “No” is true.
then it means that the eyes that open on persevere bodies,
are being haunted by their reincarnations, and when their reincarnations sleep, the eyes do open....
I mean it is still possible that my pendulum is pulling a prank about that.
but that would be interesting for some kind of story.
but I’m still gonna pray that I no longer haunt my supposedly original body,
but if nothing happens, like the persevere body doesn’t turn to dust by some miracle after I do pray for myself to no longer haunt or be bonded to that original body I had in a past life, then I will know that my pendulum was just pulling a prank on me.
again even though I really love MLPFIM and SVTFOE,
but I just can’t agree with the Anti-Hero actions that happen in the final seasons.
I do hope to get a real complete series DVD of Star Vs The Forces of Evil.
it isn’t fair that it is only on Prime Videos, where you can either only buy a episode or season, and it sure isn’t gonna be send to you by mail.
which really sucks, because I would like to get a DVD box of SVTFOE.
and hopefully they don’t make it too expensive.
not everyone can go past $100...
I’m thinking of changing my tumblr name, but I still want to make sure others still know it’s me, so I could save the original name by writing it down on my tumblr page.
I guess I can think about it a bit more.
I think after I do pray the prayer that I need to do.
I will check out some stuff on here after doing that, and then I will go and watch Season 2 of Transformers Animated.
and maybe watch a Movie with family too.
once again it be nice if it turned out my pendulum wasn’t pulling a prank
about one of my past lives being a Winged Unicorn, plus it be even more awesome if the whole me being a Dire Wolf in one of my past lives would be really REALLY awesome.
but I still think I would like to be reborn as human, even if some humans are not all that great....I have a better chance living a bit longer as a human than as a animal....because you know, how most humans treat animals...
but if my pendulum is being truthful, Earth Angels don’t reborn as Animals anymore....
I asked my pendulum and it gave a No.
but it’s fine that no one thinks this is true or agrees about it.
I mean some people still believe that Lucifer and Satan are one and the same,
but there not.
but even if it were true that Lucifer is the true father of Cain,
he still ain’t the boss of me, and I’m still technically rebelling against him.
because of me having started to once in a while,
pray that the Anti-Christ never fulfills the prophecy, and their power keeps sealed and they just live a normal life and find happiness.
I can only hope that my pendulum is joking about the whole Lord of Terror.
I asked my pendulum if the Lord of Terror is biologically female,
and it gave a Yes.
well the Lord of Terror from Sgt Frog is female.
I asked the pendulum if the Anti-Christ is biologically male, and it gave a Yes.
seriously it is fine that no one believes about it.
my pendulum gives me Yes or No replies by how it moves.
so blame it on my pendulum, not me.
according to my pendulum, the reason why the Lord of Terror prophecy wasn’t fulfilled, was because she was not in the place where it would be fulfilled.
which might be a good thing, that is if it were true...
but I’m still gonna hope that the info I asked about the lord of terror, isn’t 100% true and my pendulum is just pulling a prank.
I’m also gonna pray for the Vaccines to help everyone,
anyway it’s fine that those who are either Religious or Atheist,
don’t agree about my believing most of the things that my pendulum gives a Yes or No to, plus even though I had discovered I was never truly a Christian in the first place, I can still believe in God.
but I also believe in The Divine Mother Goddess too.
according to my pendulum, I'm a Priestess of The Ma-Acolyte Religion.
it gave me a Yes when I asked that.
but I don’t think there will be many Ma-Acolytes, and I’m fine with that.
I’m not gonna try to convert others...
like I said before, converting should be of someone’s free will.
and I think those who are Christian, Jewish and other religion,
who aren’t part of the toxic side, will agree that it is wrong to force convert others.
also even if some might not agree about my feelings about it,
I don’t think it’s right to shun those who choose to leave Amish Community for good or the Amish’s religion.
I don’t think it is wrong for someone who is formerly part of the community, to want to visit their family who are still part of the community.
but that whole shunning them for wanting to no longer be part of it, doesn’t seem right.
according to my pendulum, it is wrong.
it gave a Yes about it being wrong, but even if I do reveal the answer it gives me, it isn’t like others will even agree about it.
those who are Amish, do not have to agree with others...
or what the other answers that my pendulum gave me the answers about those who live in a Amish Community, which I wish not to say at this time.
and I can only hope my pendulum is just pulling a mean prank.
but it could be possible that my pendulum might not be pulling a prank,
when it gave a Yes about the shunning being a sin.
it is possibly true, but we can only hope my pendulum is just pulling a prank.
anyway I’m not sure if anyone will even read this, I know I got off topic when talking about how I don’t agree with the Anti-Hero actions that happen in the last seasons of SVTFOE and MLPFIM.
once again I don’t blame the creator of MLPFIM for what happen in the two part episodes of the last season of MLPFIM.
turning anyone to stone or even placing them into a Crystal Prison,
just because they seem evil, doesn’t seem right.
some times villains become villains because of wrong actions of the hero.
I still believe that it is possible that Cozy, Tirek and Chrysalis
could form Post Traumatic Stress Disorder,
and if Tirek and Chrysalis already had it, it could become far worse once they get let out of their stone prison.
if those three were truly evil, then they wouldn’t of showed signs of them starting to feel the magic of friendship when they were working together.
but because of their bad experience to the magic of friendship,
they shake it off and reject it, but even if they do this, it doesn’t mean they did not still form the magic of friendship between the three of them.
someone who was truly evil, would of not acted the way they did when they started to feel good about working together and being together.
I don’t believe Discord should of got away with what he did.
and I don’t agree about the ponies locking up the original monster fauna away in the same place they put Tirek...
even if no one agrees about the theory, and that is okay with me.
but I still believe that it is possible the Old Equestria,
could of been that broken land of snow that is right next to Storm King’s Castle.
and the land that New Equestria is,
was the home of Tirek, the Monster-Fauna and the Crystal Empire being the original home of the Changelings, who use to look like the forms they have now to the end of the show.
but after their home was taken by Earth Ponies turned into Crystal Ponies,
and being far away from the Crystal Heart that feeds them and they in turn give back to the Crystal Heart, the Changelings starve and their bodies turn into their starve forms that we first see in their first appearance in the show.
the Pony Tribes that use to live in Old Equestria, did have a Tree of Harmony,
but because of the tribes fighting with each other and bringing too much disharmony, I believe that their Tree of Harmony could of created those Windigos to punish the ponies.
so when the Ponies of the different tribes moved away from their destroyed home of Old Equestria, the Windigos followed them.
still acting on their purpose given to them by the Tree of Harmony that created them....well that is my theory...it be interesting if that turned out to be true.
like the only way the ponies could break the curse, is if they return to their ancestors original home land of old equestria and they ask that Tree of Harmony for forgiveness.
but what if that Tree had transformed into a Tree of Disharmony,
and it had created not only the Elements of Disharmony, but also Discord?
okay that idea about a formerly tree of harmony turned disharmony,
having created Discord, could be more like Fanon
and might not be canon at all.
but if it were true, that would mean the Ponies from the Old Equestria
were partly responsible for Discord’s birth into existence.
anyway I better not make this any more longer than it already is.
even if you all don’t have to agree about my feelings about how those two shows ended, or how my pendulum gives me a Yes or No to the questions I asked it.
but I hope you all can respect my different view.
I can only hope that some stuff I asked my pendulum is just pranks.
like the Year truly being 3021.
or the whole Aliens from the Game Mass Effect being real, and the game is based off of the real races that are in a real life citadel.
it can’t keep up that prank up forever...
or the prank it pulls about two of the races that appear from that game,
being part of my heritage.
if it were true, then they would of made contact by now.
my pendulum is still giving me a Yes about the Krogan Race living on the Planet Mars in real life.
it can’t keep up the prank about me having Salarian and Quarian heritage forever....it has to give a No at some point.
my pendulum is still giving a Yes to my question about Gaster being real,
and he implanted the idea of Undertale and Deltarune in Toby Fox’s mind.
it once again gave another Yes to both of those questions.
but it could very well be a prank, so it can’t keep up those pranks forever.
anyway I’m just gonna hurry up and post this up,
and check some stuff out on here, and then I will pray to no longer haunt one of my past life bodies that is known as sleeping beauty, then I will go watch Transformers Animated and later a Movie.
once again it is possible my pendulum is pulling a prank about Rosalia being one of my past lives, and the body being persevere was a sin and it caused some form of bond between the two bodies, even if the soul is in a new body.
well according to what I asked my pendulum.
but if the body that is Rosalia, doesn’t turn to dust after I pray for myself to no longer be bonded to it or haunt it, then I will know if nothing happens to it, then I will know my pendulum was just pulling one of it’s pranks.
so yeah thanks for listening, see ya later and stay safe everyone.
and if anyone uses a pendulum, and your pendulum pulls pranks at times.
just take some food salt, pray for it be truthful and also for the negative energy to be cleansed from it, then throw the salt that you prayed with in your hands,
on to the pendulum and leave it alone until maybe a few hours or until the next day.
it seems to work for me, and I have been doing that every once in a while.
but it’s fine that not everyone does it, and it is just me that does it.
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Chapter 2
The trek was long and tedious, with the blistering hot sun down on her head. She took great caution avoiding the guards patrol whenever they passed by. There were small cuts and scrapes on the soles of her feet, at least there would be if there wasn’t a thick layer of mud, dirt, and pebbles coating her feet. She had been on the road for several months now, living off the kindness of strangers, whenever the inner demons, that is her hunger would sing their symphonies as loud as they pleased. Some were not as kind as they should be, claiming her to be a vagrant to try to steal their gold. She would often be chased away with someone behind, throwing stones at her. She would receive a different, much kinder response from the mystical creatures of the forest. Though, they were first hesitant the first few weeks of her venture.
They have a disdain for humans, considering they were hunted, a mere few thousand years ago. When heavy rain downpoured during the night, the forest nymphs would create shelters made of; grass, sticks and leaves to keep her dry. When a blanket of snow encased the ground, the gnomes would fashion her boots made of drakenfalk fur; thick brown and black fur with clawed bumps at the bottom of the shoes. The forest creatures proved to be far more kinder to her than the humans, but she relied on both to survive. Leaving from Destian was a difficult task for the heart, as that was her home for many years. She had to live with the fact that it was her home no longer. Harder in thought but easier to accept, she persevered and trekked onward to whatever future beheld her.
As she ventured forward, the town of Hiradanza peeked over the horizon. It was a small town consisting of mainly farmers and blacksmiths. She began to recall a tale about a man living here, being able to craft the finest jewelry ever blessed by the heavens. He’d be so talented, they say he could breathe the fire directly into the forge, and spit icy winds to cool the metal. Of course, they were all wise tales but impressive nonetheless.
As she entered the village, she made sure to pull her hood down as far as she could. Impairing her vision was nothing compared to avoiding the attention of others. This… proved to be a somewhat difficult task as some of the townspeople, kind as they are, attempted to invite her inside their business for a meal, trinkets, or simply just to share fables. She politely denied with her hand gestures and continued passing through, looking around for an inn to unwind.
The sleeping dragon. Taking a deep breath, she headed inside the building. It was a small cabin with a rose thorn design etched into the doorway. The interior of the inn seemed to be bathed by the sky, as an ocean of blue light emitted the surrounding area. The walls are painted a calming glacial blue, supplemented with accented vertical dark blue stripes. Hanging from the ceiling were white and blue chandeliers holding candles scented with dragons blood. The flooring is a cooled dark hardwood with a great forest inspired ashen rug to enhance the decor. As she stepped inside, basking in the glow of the room, the innkeeper called her over to the front desk. “Hello ma’am, will you be staying with us tonight?” she asked politely. The hooded girl simply nodded her head and placed 5 coins of silver on the counter. Her demeanor quickly changes to shock when noticing her bandaged fingers; grabbing hold of her hand quickly, she examines it with great caution and detail. Her questions become motherly and numerous, causing the hooded girl to withdraw her hand rapidly.
“I’m sorry, that was very rude of me. It isn’t my place to question the guest about their history. Please, you may have the room at the end of the hall. It is quite lovely with a view of the stream and the forest. You may call me Lisbeth if you need anything.”, she states calmly, handing her room key and spare wraps for her to use. The hooded girl nodded, smiled through her bandages and briskly walked to her room. Once inside, she closed the blinds, threw her hood onto the floor, and proceeded to fall back onto the bed.
She sunk deep into the bed, unable to move; more so, unwilling to move as she hadn’t felt such comfort in a long while. It was as if the nimbus floated her and soared through the deep oceans of the blue sky. She kept her eyes closed and soared high, higher through the clouds and across vast lands. The sheets were so pleasant and soothing, the feeling of clouds soaking in tepid air had reached deep inside her core. To her surprise, the bed was quite large. The idea of her sinking past the floorboards, or merging with the bed itself popped up silently behind.There was a flame lit underneath her, not sweltering enough to burn her, but pleasant enough to warm her soul. It was too much for her to handle, as the candles dimmed, so did her cognizance soon fade to slumber. She dreamt, she slept for hours and hours, as if she were cursed by the goddess of dreams, she slept peacefully.
She was awoken abruptly by a soft knock on the door, and a calming voice peeking through. “Good morning sleeping drim”, Lisbeth voiced softly. She entered the room quietly while carrying; spare towels, rag scraps, and a set of clothes to change into. The hooded girl yawned loudly, pulling the blanket over her head, and attempted to drift back into dormancy. Lisbeth simply sighs softly and walks over to her, ripping the sheets off of her. “You have been sleeping for three days now, and frankly the smell is beginning to rot the walls.” she states, whilst covering her nose. Grunting loudly, the hooded girl sits up straight and sighs. Lisbeth takes her by the hand and rushes to the restroom in a haste. She hesitates greatly, backing herself up against the door while protecting her arms. Lisbeth pauses for a moment, glances over to her filthy rags and sits in waiting. “I understand I am not in a position to be trusted” she responds gently. “I won’t force it upon you, but please allow me to mend your wounds before they become infected. If you have any wounds to mend that is.” she reached out her hand in a passive movement. With some reassurement, the girl agreed and stepped forward. Taking off her hood was similar to unwinding a spring, her hair shot out as a large ball of knotted mess. Lisbeth nearly giggled by her unkempt hair, but stifled it away.
Removing the bindings from the young girl’s hand, she fixates on the teardrop imprint on the girl’s middle finger. “You know, I never received a name from you yet, little drim.” She shakes her head in denial, allowing her to continue removing the bandages. Taking a moment to collect her thoughts, Lisbeth lets out a small smile towards her. “Well you are going to need a name if you will be staying here. I’m sure ‘little drim’ wouldn't be a good title for you either. How does Dew sound for a name then. A raindrop falling towards a beautiful flower.” Glancing over to her imprint, she smiles through her covered mouth and nods her head. “Dew it is then, a beautiful name for this budling.” Dew’s arms were smooth as silk, which was odd considering it had been essentially a month since her last bathing. Dew’s uneasiness increases evermore so as Lisbeth continues unwinding her, as if she were a top wound up by a string. For the first time, her scars were in front of a complete stranger, willingly if anything. Lisbeth held her up, and sat her in the tub filled with piping hot water. She reluctantly tried climbing out from the sudden heat. Giving it a few moments, the soothing effects soon melted her composure and caused her to relax her muscles. Though, it was immediately interrupted by Lisbeth dumping shampoo and hot water over her head. With an hour of vigorous scrubbing and silent screams, Dew was clean from head to toe.
“Will you get dressed already, I picked those clothes out myself Dew.” she proclaims from outside the doorway. Dew bangs on the door hard to insinuate her to shut up. After a few moments, she steps outside from the restroom, her hands wrapped behind her timidly. She was dressed in a combination of blue and green; a deep hooded cloak to cover her face, accompanied with a embroidered golden sleeping dragon design on the back. Her tunic flowed downward towards her hips, with velvet linings on the collar. Her trousers were loose but firm enough not to get snagged on anything jagged. Her shoes were jet black and soft accompanied with matching black socks. She wrapped a velvet green scarf around her neck and over her mouth to conceal her lips. Taking out some long sleeved fingerless gloves from the pocket of the cloak, she spun around, admiring her outfit.
“I wanted something more colorful for you, but knowing how you came in, it seemed like you did not want to be noticed. So tell me, do you love your outfit?” she asked her, sitting atop her bed. Dew smiled and gave her a thumbs up, enjoying the warmth of her attire.She took a moment to recollect about beast named drake and where it might be. Writing this question on a piece of paper, she asked Lisbeth. “That would be here, the drake is ‘The sleeping dragon’. Though I haven’t heard someone call it by its previous name in a while. Pray chance, where did you hear that name?” she asked Dew. Dew simply shook her head and smiled at her. She collected what little bags she had been gifted with and proceeded to the doorway. “You are always welcome back here Dew. A child shouldn’t be wandering the streets by herself”, she simply nodded her head and closed the door on her way out. Dew takes a moment to look back at the inn, and continues on her journey. At least now, she has somewhere she can come back to. At most, that is what she is hoping for. A new place and a new friend she can potentially trust.
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Deliverance
A Criminal Minds Fan-fiction
Featuring: Luke Alvez x Spencer Reid Setting: After Season 12
Requested by: Anonymous
“Omg I am going to request a ralvez one shot because there is not (and never will be) enough ralvez in this world. So could you do one where they finally admit their feelings for each other (post-reid jail time) and Luke admits that he's never been with a guy before and he is nervous??? Please and thank you!! <3″
A/N: Thank you for your request! I am tagging it for @reidbyers Ralvez week. I am sorry it took so long, but I, huh, really need to watch season 12. (Because I spend too much time online and can only watch the show when my kids are asleep.) I love this ship so much! I hope you like it. xoxo Stu
Warnings: Grief, angst, talk of sex acts
Spencer felt like he had been asleep for months. In truth it was twenty seven hours and fourteen minutes since he last glanced at the bedside clock in the safe-house Emily had placed he and his mother in. The thought of his mother and her safety sent that familiar panic through his lean frame. He found her seated at the kitchen table, reading contently. The relief flooded through him and he sighed when the nurse caught his eye, smiling in her quiet understanding.
It was as if the past months locked away were just a nightmare he had to overcome; wakefulness had found him with his freedom. He had missed much more than just his mother and her abduction. He had missed cases and setbacks, profiles and small victories. He had missed his team. Although his thoughts had been on one team member more than the others. Something that he hadn’t expected especially when Luke first began aiding the BAU.
Luke hated this part of the job the most. The delivery of earth-shattering news to the family members of his fallen brothers. Emily had insisted on meeting the Walkers at the hospital instead of going home. Luke wouldn’t let her do that on her own. Every one of them were exhausted to the point of numbness. In this storm of emotions his years of training kicked in and he persevered.
The natural smile far from his lips as he stood alongside his chief as the truth destroyed Stephen’s family. How much more loss was he going to have to bring to loved ones? Was catching the unsubs and fugitives making any difference? It didn’t feel like it on nights like these.
The day of the funeral was the next time Spencer saw any of his teammates, besides JJ. She had come over with the boys to visit once Spencer and Diana were resettled at home. Diana loved those boys. Spencer was amazed at how much they had grown since, well, everything. Henry was calculated with his questions for Uncle Spencer, JJ was on guard about any topic too personal. Spencer appreciated his godson’s curiosity and insight. He answered him honestly, because Spencer valued Henry’s trust.
Diana didn’t notice Spencer getting dressed in a full suit. She didn’t notice him shaving or saying goodbye. Spencer took the train into the city and found his way to the cemetery alone. Garcia saw him first and she maneuvered mechanically around the chairs and rows of strangers. She scooped the tall genius into a tight hug.
“You cleaned up nice,” She whispered breathy.
Spencer’s mouth grimaced and he nodded his head to the side. “Thanks, uh, you too.”
“Oh pish,” She waved off the compliment with her clutch in hand. “Come on, our family is all over here.”
Spencer followed Penelope to the two rows the BAU team was occupying. JJ and Emily both hugged him as Rossi patted him on the back. Luke and Tara held back sharing concerned welcome. Spencer didn’t know what to say to Walker’s family, so he sat down and kept quiet. Something he had become used to doing over the past months in prison. The service reflected a talented and dedicated father; a man who deserved more years than he was given. Spencer grieved for the family, a family who wouldn’t be in this situation if he hadn’t been incredibly reckless all those months ago.
Luke had been going over the words and sentences in his head for months. He had guessed every possible reaction that Spencer would have, except this. Spencer sat beside him in the passenger seat in complete and utter silence. Luke wasn’t sure if he had spoken aloud. Had he? Had he meant to? It was not the best timing. But after months apart, the twenty minutes in the car together was the most genuine comfort he could have dreamed of, especially after the funeral.
Luke cleared his throat and tried to look Spencer in the eyes. “Reid? Did you hear me?”
Spencer’s hands were placed flat on to his thighs, they began to sweat so he brushed them on his suit pants absentmindedly.
“Do you mean it?” Spencer’s voice was barely audible. He let the words sink in and then he met Luke’s dark eyes in earnest. Luke’s throat had gone dry, he swallowed.
“I wouldn’t have said it if I didn’t.” Luke leaned toward the taller man, not sure of what to do. Hands itching to comfort him, to solidify his confession. “I’m in love with you.”
Spencer’s brown eyes were on the cusp of tears, his lips pursed and scrunched in concentration. He inhaled, “I’ve wanted this for so long, Luke.” A shy smile curling his pink lips. “But I’m not the man you knew. I have done things and hurt people. People that didn’t deserve it.”
Luke gave up the internal debate and placed his strong left hand on Spencer’s forearm. He raised his right thumb and brushed a streak of saline from Spencer’s pristine cheekbone. “We have all been through a lot since you’ve been gone. I just want the chance to get to know each other again. As more than teammates.”
Spencer bent his face into Luke’s soothing palm, closing his eyes to revel in the skin to skin contact. Affection that had been missing from his life for too long. “Even if I am still navigating towards the new me?” His voice cracked.
Luke didn’t answer, instead he crossed the distance to Spencer, sealing all of their hope and longing in a whisper of a kiss. He touched his forehead to Spencer’s, staring into his very being, “Even then.”
One month later
“What are your plans for the weekend?” Lewis kicked her long legs on the seat facing her and Luke. The case was over, unfortunately the unsub killed himself before they could arrest him.
“Well, there’s this film festival I read about...” Luke checked to see where Spencer was sleeping on the jet, to ensure the conversation was private. “I know he likes foreign films, but I kind of want to surprise him.”
Tara shook her head and patted Luke’s knee.
“What?!”
“You’re trying to surprise a profiler who has a photographic memory?” Lewis chuckled softly. “I’m sure you’ll have fun, but don’t bank on the surprise part.”
The next afternoon Luke and Roxie returned after their run through the park. They were both panting from the exercise, though still excitable. When they got home, Roxie made a weird noise and started pawing at the door.
“What is it, girl? That thirsty?” Luke teased and unlocked the door to his home. Roxie bolted in and jumped up on Spencer who was waiting patiently inside. Spencer and Roxie had formed a surprising relationship since Spencer and Luke started dating. The skittish genius had warmed up to Luke’s dog, he assumed it was because he was able to trust her and hoped she understood they both cared about her human. She tolerated him because he smelled nice and made her human relax.
Luke’s face was alight, “What are you doing here?” Luke walked up to Spencer and gave him a quick peck on the cheek. “Wait, how did you even get in here?” Luke’s eye brows raised. Spencer shrugged, smirking while scratching Roxie’s ears.
“Mrs. Hermann likes me.”
Luke rolled his eyes, “That’s because you flirt with her. Any others of my elderly neighbors I have to worry about?”
Spencer liked when Luke was jealous, but he didn’t want it to be drawn out. Roxie left them alone to find her water dish, Spencer slid his arms around Luke’s waist. “So? Have any plans tonight?” His light brown eyes rich with mischief.
“Not anymore.” Luke gave Spencer another quick kiss. “But, let me shower? I am all sweaty.”
“Yes, I can see that.” Spencer appraised Luke’s form fitting tee shirt and basketball shorts.
“Stop, I’m gross.” Luke teased, squeezing Spencer’s side playfully. “Just give me ten minutes.”
After a deeper kiss and a sigh, Spencer released his boyfriend. “No rush, the first showing isn’t until eight anyway.” He called as Luke headed to the bathroom. Luke shook his head, of course Spencer had figured it out on his own.
There was a gay couple in one of the films! It was annoying how pleasantly surprised Luke felt when he saw them. It was something he wouldn’t have noticed until a talkative genius captured his attention. Luke had never been with a man before, in fact he had never thought he would be in a relationship with one at all. Perhaps it was his overly strict Catholic family or his own insecurities regarding his sexuality. He had “passed” as straight for so long he didn’t think he needed to explore that part of himself.
Until he fell in love with his old partner, he wasn’t even sure he was queer. The despair and uncertainty that came with his death had pushed Luke’s heart back inside his internal closet. And then he teamed up with the BAU. Spencer’s intense mind and deep soul encompassed Luke’s heart faster than anyone had before. Being a bisexual in hiding meant Luke was not versed in determining that the twinkle in Spencer’s eyes was only for him.
Spencer, meanwhile, had become overly comfortable with his solitary lifestyle. After losing Maeve he didn’t think he would ever want or find romantic love again. As a man of science, he never had any concern over the physical of those he became emotionally attached to. Certainly not concerning anything as arbitrary as genitalia or societal expectations. Spencer Reid valued people as a whole, not a collection of body parts. Luke Alvez was wholly beautiful, internally and externally.
There the budding couple sat in the dark in the center aisle of the half-crowded movie house. The subtitles giving Luke the hints to Spencer’s engagement with the confrontation upon the screen. Suddenly the tension froze as one of the men fiercely kissed the other actor. The scenes flashed forward with brief glimpses of the passion unfolding, kisses and hands, one man performing oral sex on the other. Then the following morning and the men snuggling in the easy morning light. It was breathtaking. The rush Luke felt throughout his body twisted in his stomach. Emotion rolling within; desire, embarrassment, awe, hope and insecurity. He was going to have to tell Spencer his secret. But how?
Spencer’s aversion to physical contact was only for those he didn’t trust and strangers. He was not into public displays of affection because he hated to be seen as a target for bullies. Luke was not ready for anyone but the team knowing about their relationship so he was also content with walking with his hands to himself back to his truck.
“That was not the first film by Bisogni that I have seen, but his style has evolved since the last one.” Spencer had one hand in his pocket and the other aiding in his descriptions. Luke listening intently, unlocking the passenger door and holding it open for Spencer to duck inside the truck. Spencer smiled to himself at the sweetness of the gesture, he watched Luke walk around the front and into the driver’s seat.
His smile came easily, but the words were a rush. “Did you know that the glans of the penis has roughly four thousand nerve endings?”
Luke was used to his boyfriend being full of facts, but he wasn’t used to sex facts out of context. Spencer continued, “And by the age of fifteen nearly 100% of males have masturbated to the point of orgasm.”
“Okay, Spencer, where is this going?” Luke started the engine, not looking at his boyfriend.
“Physically pleasing oneself is beneficial for being able to communicate how a lover may best please you. Statistically, you know how to bring yourself to orgasm, Luke.” Spencer’s voice softened. “Being intimate with a man is a lot easier than society wants us to believe. Anatomically, we already know what pleases us, so we have a basis for our journey together.”
Luke slammed the gear shift back into Park. Spencer had profiled his inexperience and hesitation from that two minute love scene in the show. He dropped his head to the steering wheel and exhaled a groan of embarrassment. Spencer leaned over to stroke Luke’s curls, “Please don’t hide from me. Tell me what’s going on in that mind of yours.”
Luke smiled, it was usually him wondering what Spencer’s brain was processing. “I, um, have never been with a man, Spencer. Which, I take you know?” Spencer nodded and pursed his lips. Luke continued, “Are you going to leave me if I, can’t, if I’m not ready? Spencer, I don’t want to be bad at this.”
Spencer understood, completely. He always had the facts and research to back up his endeavors, but with Luke, things came easier, born of instinct. The idea that he wouldn’t be adequate hadn’t even crossed Spencer’s mind, because it was something they would be figuring out together. “You won’t be bad, baby. You’ll be new at it. This isn’t a test, its a way for us to become closer in every sense of the phrase.” Spencer’s mouth quirked mischievously. “We don’t have to figure anything out tonight. Just know that I would love to wake up next to you, if you want to spend the night.”
Luke nodded, sighing as his body released the tension that had been building. He wasn’t ready for all night love making, but perhaps spending the night would be a good starting point for their intimacy. Luke drove home to check on Roxie and grab some essentials.
“Are you sure about this?” Spencer asked quietly.
Luke nodded. “I’ve wanted you for so long, Spence. Are you? I don’t want to confuse your mom.” He entwined his hand in his boyfriend’s, gently kissing it.
Spencer shook his head and stroked Luke’s hand with his thumb. “Mom will be fine. Let’s get to bed already.” They kissed softly in the late night air as the vehicle’s engine roared to life. They had found each other in the hopelessness; together saving themselves.
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#Criminal Minds#spencer reid#luke alvez#spencer x luke#ralvez#reidvez#reilvez#reid x alvez#beautiful boys#cm fanfiction#request#stu#new ship for my masterlist#new love#we're all queer here#ralvez week
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Does it make me ignorant to call it child neglect?
Blogs, blogs, blogs, blogs, blogs. I have been reassured and promised I will get into it. My word I hope that’s true.
I didn’t give much thought about community block, which is odd. Maybe it’s because I didn’t know what to expect, so I just shut it out. But now that I am here and in it- I think I’m going to enjoy it. Well… at least parts of it.
I had a really harsh academic supervisor on my last block. Like soul crushing, typical private school attitude stuff. I was so discouraged and by the end of it I felt like not only was I an inadequate OT but I was a stupid human being too. So, I think this is just what I need to get my love for OT resparked and my confidence in myself back. Because like we discussed in the TUT. It’s up to me, the block and what I make of it- is entirely up to me. I get to see that my work matters- and that people do need me and my sessions aren’t stupid or mundane. For the first time this year- I’m a little bit excited! I cannot wait to get working in those creches! I’m even excited for the CVA’s.
First week in and the experiences (although limited so far) have been eye opening. The children are what stick out most for me. I don’t know if it’s because I have Max, that I realise really how amazing kids are, how innocent and how that should be persevered and guided. How important adequate child care is and a nurturing environment and what a blessing it is to be a parent. Also that your child is your responsibility. Also… this Friday is my best friends 25th birthday! Ironically, she was apoet and writer and I know she’d think this whole blogging thing was fantastic. Although she would’ve used a word more like “majestic” or something way more articulate. Her mom published a book for some of her close friends compiled of her own poetry and it begins with “I write because it’s the right means. For me. I’ve got plenty in me for 20”.
I say was. Or would’ve. Because on Friday, it’s also the 4th anniversary of her death. Yup… it was her 21st birthday. She was sitting talking to us on a balcony which was a thick wall. She adjusted her position, lost her balance and fell the story down to the road. She was dead on impact. We stood and waited 6 hours for the crime scene photographer to come…there was only one working that night. So we stood on the side of the road.. waiting, we’d put a table cloth over her from one of the restaurants… but her blood ran down the road regardless. I guess that’s maybe why I was so sensitive this week. Why my heart felt heavy but its also how I came to realise how fragile life is and how unnecessary and avoidable some deaths are. That’s all I could think of when witnessing the children in the communities. That parents aren’t meant to bury their children. That they won’t know what they have until it’s too late… and that 21 is too young to die. So imagine a 3 year old.
Walking to home visits I saw little toddlers, stumbling around glass bottles on their fat legs being followed by mainly their fathers. At first glance (mind you, I had no contact lenses in) I thought, well at least they trying, good on the dad! But as I got closer, I realised. It was actually the father who was doing the stumbling, with half a smoked joint hanging loosely from his mouth and a beer bottle in his hand.. and it wasn’t the toddler he was stumbling after but rather the distance between him and I he was trying to shorten, so that he could pass some revolting profanity about my “backdoor”. That is what shocked me. Not that this is a father figure. But this is the child’s protector during the day. But it’s the norm…. if it’s not a drunk and disorderly looking after the child, then it’s no one. I had a child ride into the back of my leg on a mini car on the side of the road. Just looking at her face you could see she was under 2. I looked around for her mother..or anyone. But there was no one. Nothing. And that’s the community in a nutshell. 3 year olds walking home from school, leaving the creche to by sweets from a dirty looking man. Playing unattended in storm drains and in litter piles. But in this poverty stricken predominantly coloured community. It’s almost culturally accepted for your kids to be independent from such a young age and essentially raise themselves street wise, or accustomed to it. So, does it make me ignorant to call it child neglect? Because to me that’s what it is. I understand that mothers are out there working. That having day care for your child is a luxury. But surely there has to be some sort of a better system than letting them just fend for themselves on the side of a busy road?
These children are our future and if they are being raised in an environment where they are exposed to the dark taboos of their community, as well as the risk of having it happen to them daily! Then how do we expect them to grow up with hopeful, refreshed views for our country. How do we expect them to raise their children any different when the level of care they get is sub-standard. But they don’t think it is. And that’s what I love about children. They laugh unaware of the dangers as they run down the sidewalk, shoes laces undone and cars zooming past. I guess I have to try and focus a little less on the children’s situation and surroundings, and rather on the state of these children themselves. Most in beautiful new uniforms, with enough money to buy an ice lolly or some cake. And that’s the parent doing their best. But even saying that. I could never do that. Go to work each day knowing that today might be the day Max gets hit by a car, raped, stolen! Anything…. Because he was left to protect himself at age 2/3/4/5/6 even!
As for my professional views of this week so far…. I saw some really average teachers. But I also saw some amazing ones. The teachers that truly care about their students. That are going the extra mile and it made me so proud to be a part of their “team”. To know that whilst I may be able to help and make a difference, the child still had a fighting chance even without me! And I saw a lot of that in the community members too. I visited a little boy with CP and I watched how the neighbours “ummed” and “ahhed” over him as he smiled. It was so amazing to see that they in no way were shaming the mom or discriminating against the boy and that was beautiful…. Because often people are afraid of what they don’t know but this little community was welcoming this boy and all his disabilities with nothing but love and warmth. It’s moments like that that are going to get me through this block. When humans show a little humanity.
So, since its Rosa’s day! Lets end off with a poem written by her:
“A COINCIDENTAL MEETING
Tonight I spied with my unlidded eye
A gentle, curious face glazed in a shadow;
The mind that might coerce my mind awry
And spur my exit from this shallow hollow.
Ideas of a freer, simpler way
Master the cure for abstract minds.
Refractive tangents certainly delay
The knowledge of a better humankind.
Thus, perchance to have met at this junction,
is a work of subtle necessity.
Desperate truths resolve all compunction;
And solve my fates nervous perplexity.
To look not on radically inquiring,
Invites a twist of fate quite inspiring.”
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XIII Days Till Kingdom Hearts III
XIII Seekers of Darkness - The True Organization XIII
Organization XIII
Roxas - The Key of Destiny // Number XIII
Number XIII’s Weapon(s) - Keyblade: Kingdom Key // Oblivion & Oathkeeper
Sora - The Keyblade’s Chosen One // Xehanort’s Chosen XIIIth Vessel
Ansem’s Report XIII:
“Where does the body go when it separates from the heart? If the soul remains within the body, is it still considered to be deceased?
When the heart returns to the Heartless, the physical form disappears. But that is merely true in this world. Perhaps the body exists in another form in another world.
If that is the case, then it is possible for one to exist in two worlds.
A being that is neither darkness nor light; belonging nowhere; abandoned by its heart; a mere shell of its former self.
The relation between the heart and body is complex. However, I am certain that if your self exists here, then by definition, the other cannot truly "exist."
The other, the one which does not exist, shall be dubbed, "Nobody."
Secret Ansem’s Report XIII:
“Tomorrow Sora awakens.
My long and drawn-out revenge is nearing its end.
Xehanort, who took everything away from me. Though as a Heartless he is no more, as the leader of Organization XIII his ambition once again is to capture Kingdom Hearts, the most colossal heart of all.
His Heartless had attempted to draw out the great darkness of Kingdom Hearts, created from the hearts of all worlds. His Nobody, however, is now almost finished gathering human hearts to be assimilated into Kingdom Hearts as well.
The fool!
Only one mystery remains.
How did Xehanort manage to open the door that appeared in the basement of my castle...?
No...any theory posited now, when everything is nearing completion, would be meaningless.
Roxas, Ansem, Naminé...
They defy all logic, yet there they are: singular exceptions to the rule.
The theories proposed by me and by Organization XIII have been blown to pieces by a handful of strong-hearted individuals.
Sora, Kairi, Riku.
Ah, yes—Riku.
Though his heart has its weaknesses, making it prone to darkness, he found support in the hope he discovered beyond suffering.
This hope allowed him to stand his ground and turn the darkness in his heart from an enemy into his greatest weapon.
When all this is over, it is my fervent hope that he will be able to return with Sora to his island.
If I can, I should like to return to Radiant Garden, to look once more upon the beautiful water, the lovely flowers, and the hopeful smiles of the people.
Dear King, my friend!
I believe that, at some point in time, you will come across these, my truthful accounts.
How I wish I could have chatted with you again.
I was a fool, obsessed with revenge.
Forgive me.”
Xehanort’s Letter:
“Please accept my deepest gratitude for the invitation to witness your pupils' accession to the office of true Keyblade Master. It was a heavy mantle our Master placed upon your shoulders naming you Successor, but you have nonetheless persevered and raised two Masters yourself. I know it cannot have been easy.
I did you terrible harm in the past over a petty difference in opinion, and just a few years ago selfishly thrust my own burdens upon you. I think of you like a younger brother, and yet, fool that I am, I have never availed myself of countless opportunities to apologize or thank you for opening your home to the boy. Yet not once have you blamed me; on the contrary, here you are inviting me to such an important ceremony. I intend to be there to offer you all my blessings.
Our Master chose his heir wisely. Ours is a bizarrely ironic task—to watch over the light from the shadows—but in the face of that, the warmth in your heart and unfailing dedication to the light impress me to no end.
I have taken to wandering the World, and seen much darkness hiding in the light. Lately, I fear it has taken a turn for the worse. Perhaps Yen Sid has already told you about the Unversed? These fledgling emotions derive from negativity, and I can now sense their presence in nearly every world.
And on the topic of darkness: we must speak of another matter that concerns me, one related to the upcoming ceremony. When I visited several years ago, your pupil Terra drew my attention. His power is immense, to be sure, but within his heart I could see darkness just waiting to be awakened. I know this is none of my business, but I have reservations about welcoming Terra as a true Keyblade Master without taking certain precautions. The traditional examination, perhaps, to see if he has the Mark of Mastery? The choice is yours, and I will humbly respect your decision.
Take care. I eagerly await our long overdue reunion.”
Combatant XIII versus Rinzler
Mushroom XIII
No. XIII
“A Heartless that appeared alongside an ethereal flash of light.
It bestowed upon Sora a treasure, as proof of defeating the rest of its kind.”
The XIIIth Playable World in Kingdom Hearts - End of the World
The XIIIth Floor in Kingdom Hearts: Chain of Memories - Castle Oblivion
The XIIIth Playable World in Kingdom Hearts II - Pride Lands
The XIIIth Enemy of each game, as listed by the Journal (except KHUX)
Sniperwild (KHFM)
Barrel Spider (KHRe:CoM)
Hammer Frame (KH2FM)
Fire Plant (KHDays)
Vile Phial (KHBbSFM)
Air Soldier (KHRe:Coded)
Kooma Panda - Spirit & Nightmare (KH3D)
Aerial Knocker (KHUX)
The XIIIth Keyblade Collected in Each Game (results may vary)
Divine Rose (KHFM)
Midnight Roar Card (KHRe:CoM)
Sweet Memories (KH2FM)
Glimpse of Midnight (KHDays)
Ultima Weapon (KHBbSFM - Terra)
Void Gear (KHBbSFM - Ventus)
Void Gear (KHBbSFM - Aqua)
Ultima Weapon (KH3D - Sora & Riku)
Missing Ache (KHUX)
Images from KHWiki
Screenshot of Sora in The Grid from Everglow’s amazing KH Timeline Series!
#gameblog#Kingdom Hearts III#KH3#Countdown#Day 13#XIII#PS4#Xbox One#KHUX doesn't have a Journal so I had to replay the first couple missions till I found the first 13 Heartless you encounter#Keyblades depend on when you collect them - the soonest a side mission is available in the game - and how hard the requirements are to get#it i.e. secret bosses
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Full Name: Scarlet Cress
Nicknames: Beautiful, baby doll
Level: 1
Species: Metahuman
Age: 29
Date of birth: September 04, 1988
Home Town: New York, New York
Occupation: Weapons
Faceclaim: Amber Heard
MBTI AND/OR ENNEAGRAM:
ESTJ-A - Executives are aware of their surroundings and live in a world of clear, verifiable facts – the surety of their knowledge means that even against heavy resistance, they stick to their principles and push an unclouded vision of what is and is not acceptable. Their opinions aren’t just empty talk either, as Executives are more than willing to dive into the most challenging projects, improving action plans and sorting details along the way, making even the most complicated tasks seem easy and approachable.However, Executives don’t work alone, and they expect their reliability and work ethic to be reciprocated – people with this personality type meet their promises, and if partners or subordinates jeopardize them through incompetence or laziness, or worse still, dishonesty, they do not hesitate to show their wrath.
Enneagram Type 6 “The Skeptic. The committed, security-oriented type.”
Scarlet is very charming, the side of her that knows manners, that could be respectful is very much present in herself. Just as there is the reckless and fragile part of herself that can be out of control. She cannot forget what had happened to her in the past, because it has molded her into the person she is. Behind the beauty, the smile, the confidence that draws others, lies a broken soul, who was tossed to the side as if she didn’t exist, and that had taken her to a dark place. A place where envy, greed, any part of the seven sins that have come and consumed what was left of anything good. Dark thoughts have crossed her mind, and when she is in the middle of a job, that side tends to reveal itself, her awareness, and survival instincts, and adapting, she can easily be your greatest ally, or your worst enemy. Her true persona is one of kindness, the need to feel as if she is worthy of not just the people she cares for but of herself, that is if she chooses to reveal that to anyone.. She’ll have many scratching their heads on who she really is, because she is but a mystery, and the kind of mystery you must ask yourself if you’re willing to risk.
BIOGRAPHY:
TW DEATH, TW VIOLENCE, TW MENTAL HEALTH
Even the most beautiful of flowers have thorns hidden beneath, distracted by it’s beauty, the failure to realize it can be quite harmful will be all too late. It is easy to be carried away in her presence, she is striking, and woman like herself, is alluring because she says nothing, leaving one wanting and longing for more. Distant whispers ‘What’s her name?..who is she? For her eyes hold the windows to such a soul that at one glance can wrap you into her world. Be as it may be darkness, light, joy, anger, you are taken, if she so much let’s you in. — a poor unfortunate soul, that she is marked in the wrongest of ways.
The child of beauty, the perfect description that her mother and father could ever shout out to the town, neighbors, anyone who would listen, since the day Scarlet was ever graced into the world. So graceful, fragile, a warmth that only a smile could illuminate the people that surrounded her. A family that comes from Money, lives, eats and prospers well. Scarlet was not short with anything that was provided for her, she had clothes, servers and people at her beck and call. She also had a younger sister who she did not get along with. It was when she was twelve that her powers manifested, one day she looked at her sister because of how her sister like to rub everything in her face, she concentrated long enough on her, and then her sister was in pain. Screaming pain, all she did was imagine that her sister was being pricked by tiny needles. At first she didn’t think it was her, maybe all in her head, but the more she would focus, the more it was real.
Her parents showed quite the affection for her younger sibling, and though Scarlet was shown for display, the terrible secret her parents had kept from her, she was not of Cress blood. She was to be raised, but to never be the successor of her parent’s fortune or rather anything that belonged to them. She was the daughter of some freak that was taken away by these scientist, and never looked at again. Frankly she did not even have a purpose, she would soon later discover, and she was truly sent to be outcasted. Even though her younger sister was priority, there was something about Scarlet that drew everyone in, there was an elegance about her, along with a pure innocence. ‘You must speak like a lady, smile, greet, and find yourself a husband’ words her mother repeated to her day in and day out. Something changed that day, and Scarlet couldn’t quite figure it out…just yet.
This made her quite the sight for the many men in her town, she was a stranger to such things as relationships, but someone how she had met someone who didn’t just approach her like the rest do because of how beautiful she is. Roy took a genuine interest in who she is as a person, and it lead to her very first relationship, learning new things as she went on. For the first time in a long time she was happy, and could see where her life would take her, something about him made her feel like she could do anything. but that is where anything began to happen, she didn’t tell him that she was different, that her ability to inflict pain on any human or animal, was a curse and a gift. . but it seemed that even a painting,no matter the fine colors painted across the canvas, is not meant to last, he had broken her heart, into tiny million pieces–he was not who she thought he was. Without question due to her pain, she had inflicted it on him, and when he touched her, he managed to stop whatever she had done, leaving her without her powers for a short time. That’s when she knew he wasn’t normal either, and she couldn’t stay, so she left.
She left New York, to pursue Law at Harvard. Head in the books, she wanted to do something different , be a lawyer, prosecutor, make things just for those who cannot speak up. By the age of twenty -two she had earned her degree, and was even top of her class. She was innovative, determined, and knew her way around the things that many would tend to hide. Business was where she persevered
She was walking home alone, late one night when she was suddenly abducted, taken away from her home, only to wake up in darkness, a small flicker of light at the bottom of the door, and metal bars sealing her in.The first few nights were spent that way, in plain darkness, no sound but of the running water, and crickets, the only comfort was that of what she held onto - hope, that someone would find her. Attempts of her escape started off strong, a few screams and yells for someone to hear her, but no answer. The will to survive was strong within her. Panic began to arises, and in the distance she could have sworn she heard a machine, followed by echoes of screams and bright flashes. It wasn’t until she heard the door open one evening, and male appeared before her. ‘you have a lot to learn, you and I , will be spending quite some time, and you will know what is real.’ she did not understand.
Days turned into months, and months into years, she had been isolated, away from reality of what was once her world. She had thought that maybe this person knew of her family, her wealth and wanted her money, anything. But none of it was real, she had spent 3 years of her life along side someone who kept her in the dark, treated as if she was nothing, only to find out that her family never looked for her. Never searched, no news of any disappearance. If anything, her sister was left with it all, the money , the house, even the fiance she was engaged to. It was a terrible sin to envy, to have greed, and it had consumed her to no end. Her sanity was tested and she didn’t know what was real or not anymore. A bond formed in which she developed a connection with her captor. Later revealed that her parents had paid him to end her life, only he had taken pity on her, simply because she was beautiful, and with a beautiful doll to play with day in and day out, with no one to hear, five years seemed like nothing to him.
Scarlet was smart in her way of thinking, no matter if she could not tell the time of day, there was a routine, when he would come visit. When she was let out to roam about the abandoned building that was surrounded by trees. Each day she planned her escape, most of the time unsuccessful until one day. Her captor had started a fire (something he shouldn’t have) , he always did make sure nothing of a weapon would be in plain sight for her, and as he made a fire, he failed to realize that she would do just about anything to leave. She grabbed a piece of wood that wasn’t quite burned, and jabbed it into his neck, enough to kill him, as she took off into the reality of what was the present. She was left alone, her family completely left her to die, she was sure they invented something, and left it all to her sister. She wasn’t even their blood. Scarlet held onto that, the things that had been done to her, mentally, physically, but she wasn’t going to simply leave it at that. Her family was going to have everything taken from them, she was a survivor, and use all in her power to get to the top, to knock the rest down.
Over the course of the next two years, she traveled, Scarlet did whatever was necessary for survival, living off in the streets, stealing wasn’t hard, she was so adaptive to seeing things done once, and then she could mimic the movement. Could anyone question her? she was beautiful, and that was her key weapon. Beauty. Catching the eye of someone who had witnessed a potential in her ability, someone who had found her when she was broken and molded her into an ally. Showed her the world of art and Thievery. What deception can do, and the rewards that come with effort and hard work. Conning, robbery and operations had become something she found muse in. Not only did her degree in Law serve her, it was also a perfect cover. Scarlet was never one to be in the right set of mind, to do something wrong, or to do something right, she was fearless, and very well frightening on how fearless she could be. The part of her that remembered to care, to feel, well it was nothing. she did believe in love anymore, a broken heart makes the rest go cold. She was in Washington, D.C when it all came to a halt. Someone had approached her, stating they were from a place called Atlas, and she was to accompany them immediately. (little did she know it was due to the connection of her mother being a metahuman) that they even found Scarlet, and knew of her amazing ability to inflict pain.
Main abilities: Pain manipulation - including physical, mental or emotional
Her gift is to create an illusion of burning pain: it deceives the mind of her target into believing that the body is truly being burned alive, and thus the tormenting pain is experienced throughout the whole body. A person on whom she uses her gift immediately feels excruciating pain of fire, collapses on the floor, and writhes in pain. Though merely an illusion, it has enough strength to incapacitate any individual and turn them into a helpless target.
It doesn’t necessarily have to be a feeling of being burned alive, but any kind of torture, that she could think of, the person will believe and feel it being done to them. She could easily make them feel it, or give off the illusion of them enduring a scenario in which they will believe it is real.
Suppression
She is able to not feel pain at all, if she concentrates hard enough on herself, she can numb any part of her body that would feel pain, it’s almost as close to as turning off emotions, if someone wanted to inflict damage on her, she could easily suppress any torture if she is focused, if not well then she’s open to feel almost anything.
Weaknesses:
- This power is only limited by her concentration; she can inflict pain without contact, however it is better when touching whoever she wants to inflict pain to. Her concentration can focus on several people, if she’s against one person, it’s easy for her to overcome them , however if it is a crowd, she’ll need to be somewhere secluded where no distractions are in place. Most of the time her concentration is well controlled but if she is stabbed, injured, or knocked out, it breaks the connection and the pain she’s inflicting on others.
Level - She has three types of degrees, the first is simple, muscle aches, cramps, the feeling of being injured, as she moves up on the intensity the second level could indicate broken bones, migraines, the feeling of their body begin to get overheated. level 3 is the emotional and traumatic state, in which she can cause someone’s skin to feel as though it’s burning, or being ripped apart,any kind of torture like scenario, if she imagines it, it can be done. The degree it takes on her body it can impact her physically. Some signs of overexertion on her powers are: bleeding from the nose, a headache that doesn’t go away for a few hours, fatigue or passing out, she has the power to suppress her own pain if it ever gets too far, which could eventually inflict pain on herself and cause internal damage if she is unaware how much power she is using.
- Family - if she came in contact with anyone of her past that reminded her of who she used to be, it would definitely stir some things within her, since now she’s living her life like she wants, with not a care in the world. She uses her beauty to hide her insecurities.
- Telepaths - it won’t affect people who have pain suppression or people who have telepathy, being as telepaths can very well do the same, inflict pain if they so wish. However, Scarlet has developed a way in which she could block any attempts, which may not work quite as well.
- Her mind - it is filled with dark thoughts about her past, about her experiences. Often times she’ll have nightmares of the things that have happened to her, and will breakdown. She doesn’t like to show that she has weakness, but slowly she is losing herself to her own mind. After all, she looks strong, but she is still very much broken inside.
Connections
Zoe Castille - Scarlet can feel very relaxed and calm, and Zoe often seeks the blonde out for company or just to unwind from her own emotions. Scarlet is in the unique position of having Zoe’s tentative trust and little by little, Scarlet is beginning to see the girl she used to be before all of the madness.
Leroy Ward - Her ex-boyfriend. She was a stranger to new relationships but she believed in new beginnings and she instantly fell for him. He was handsome, and he knew how to treat a woman the proper way a man should. But some good things are never meant to last and when she thought everything was going on as it should, he broke her heart. Something in Scarlet changed and she used her power against him, when she found he had powers of his own, she couldn’t bare to be in his presence anymore. Now after a year in Atlas, she’d come face to face with him again, only she’s not the girl he once knew.
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The Road to Raetia Part II: Rise
[Previous Chapter]
Tears streamed down Ireena’s cheeks as she passed through the gates of Vallaki for the last time, but she kept her eyes on the road ahead.
They rode for hours, passing only a few people. A couple seemed to recognize her, but no one tried to speak to her. She stopped only once, at the crossroads leading to the Village of Barovia, and she quietly to take in the sight of it in the distance and the crumbled ruins of Castle Ravenloft looming above.
After a moment she spurred Little Boy on, further down the road.
A few hours later she paused again as they came to the edge of where the mists once separated Barovia from the rest of the world. Word from travelers coming to Vallaki from the outside world was that the change was startling, but she was unprepared for this. On her side, the trees were small and stunted, the beginnings of new buds only just forming on their branches, but on the other the trees were healthy and in full summer bloom. It was like someone drew a line down the middle of the forest.
With a deep breath she swung off Little Boy’s back and took his reins in her hand.
“This is it,” she said. “The rest of the world lies beyond this. Beyond this line.”
She shut her eyes for a moment, her heart racing, and took a step forward. She opened them on the other side, and felt nothing different. She took another step, then another, Little Boy trailing dutifully behind, until they reached the top of a ridge that looked out over a lush valley, the sun high in the sky overhead.
The wind rustled her hair, and Little Boy nuzzled under her arm and she scratched his ears, staring down at the vast world below.
“Well,” she said. “We’re here. I don’t know where we’re going, but… we have to start somewhere, right?”
He whickered in acknowledgement, and she gripped his mane swung back up onto his back.
“This is as good a place to start as any. Let’s go.”
She squeezed his side with his legs, and he took off at a gallop, kicking up dust in his wake. She leaned down to grasp his mane, a smile spreading across her face as he thundered down the ridge and into the forest. He leapt over a log, and she let out a whoop, raising her arms over her head and laughing as he barreled through the trees, and a flock of birds, startled by the noise, took flight and flew above her, their iridescent feathers catching the sunlight like hundreds of jewels.
They rode for hours until the sun started to dip below the horizon, and settled down in a clearing just off the road. After taking off Little Boy’s saddle and bridle and giving him some water to drink from a nearby stream she pulled the flint out of her park and set up a campfire, and Little Boy settled down on the ground next to it as she warmed some rations by the fire and gazed up at the stars.
“It’s beautiful,” she said. “I remember Qadira mentioning the stars. I don’t know what happened to her soul, but I hope it’s free and out there somewhere now.”
She sighed and leaned back against Little Boy.
“You’ll keep watch, right?”
He whickered softly and nuzzled her.
“Thanks,” she said, and settled her head into the warmth of his belly.
She awoke to Little Boy softly lipping her face, and she opened her eyes to find the first rays of the sun just breaking over the distant mountains, and standing before her, a male figure clad in white and gold.
The man’s face was as familiar to her as her own.
She gasped and scrambled forward onto her knees, her head almost touching the ground. A hand, as light and soft as sunlight, rested itself on her head.
“Be at peace, my child. Rise, for you should bow to no one.”
She stood shakily, keeping her eyes on the ground, but a gentle hand under her chin tilted her face up to meet his eyes, the same brilliant gold as his hair.
“Ireena Kolyana,” he said warmly. “It is my pleasure to meet you at long last.”
“My Lord,” she swallowed. “I… I don’t know what to say.”
“You don’t have to say anything if you don’t wish. I just wanted to thank you for what you’ve done, for accomplishing what I had been unable to for centuries. You freed the land from Strahd’s curse and restored the land against nearly impossible odds. I can’t say enough how extraordinary that is.”
“I didn’t do it alone,” she said quickly. “No, I couldn’t have done it alone. It was my friends who helped me. Without them I…” she sniffed. “I never would have made it. And My Lord, I…”
She covered her face with her hands. “I doubted you. I was ready to cast off your symbol from my neck because I felt abandoned. I was so close to giving up...”
He took her into his arms, his warmth and light surrounding her.
“But you didn’t, my child. And the truth was I could not reach you, for the Dark Powers within Barovia had blocked my sight. But you persevered, not because of anything I did, but because of the strength within you. That is true faith.”
He stepped back and put his hands on both of her shoulders.
“And that, Ireena Kolyana, is why I am asking you to be my Champion.”
“I…” she dropped to her knees. “I-I’m honored, My Lord. But I am not worthy of this.”
“And that’s exactly that which makes me want you as my Champion,” he smiled and knelt down so he was at level with her. “It is your choice, my child, but with all the good you have done without me I would be honored to have you when I can actually help you.”
She pulled her holy symbol out from under her shirt and stared at it, running over the rays of the sun with her fingers. Finally she looked up and grasped it tightly.
“I will do it, My Lord.”
“Excellent, then rise with me.”
They both got to their feet, and Lathander placed his hand on her head.
“Ireena Kolyana,” he said. “My Cleric and my Paladin, I hereby declare you my Champion. And I give you two boons. One is the power to call down my light to slay your enemies, and the other is your choice.”
“My choice?”
“Yes. Whatever you wish.”
She thought for a long moment, her hand drifting to her neck.
“I want to make sure no one can ever do what Strahd did to me again without paying dearly for it. I want my blood to burn anyone who tries to drink it.”
He frowned.
“I can grant you this boon, if that is what you truly desire. But it will be dangerous to you. A human body is not meant to channel that much power. I will give it to you, but you must activate it deliberately, and I ask you only do so as a last resort, because it could kill you.”
“I promise, My Lord.”
“Very well,” he touched her forehead, and she felt a warm golden light wash over her. She shut her eyes, feeling it seep into her very bones.
“May the dawn bless you, Ireena Kolyana,” Lathander said. “Go forth as my Champion. Bring light to the world.”
When she opened her eyes again he was gone, and the sun shone down upon the valley over the tops of the mountains. She turned back to Little Boy, who stood quietly as he lifted his head in her direction.
“Well,” she said. “That just happened. I… guess I’m a Champion now?”
Little Boy snorted and put his head down to nibble on the grass at his feet, and she sat down heavily next to the remains of the campfire.
“I suppose… we should find some sort of civilization?”
Little Boy looked up from the grass and whickered.
“Yeah, I agree. I need a bath. We’re bound to hit something if we keep going, right?”
She gathered up her belongings and saddled him back up, slapping his stomach lightly when he tried to puff up as she tightened the girth, and swung up onto his back as they set off again.
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