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amphorographia · 8 months

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Something interesting about Pathologic that I don't see people talk about very often is the fact that technically none of the protagonists are doctors and, of the three, it's actually Artemy that's the closest to a real physician.

The fact that Daniil is specifically referred to as a "Bachelor" of medicine is something that was always sort of confusing to me but is actually extremely telling when put together with all the other details we get about him.

There's an excellent video essay about Daniil's character by Horror Game Analysis which goes into more detail about this [x], but he points out two things about thanatology that I think are really significant:

It was first conceptualised as a field of study in 1903 by Ilya Mechnikov, a Russian-Ukranian immunologist and microbiologist, who felt that there was not enough known about the phenomenon of death itself; and

Thanatology straddles the line between the humanities and the sciences because it's investigations grapple with the physical, psychological, socio-cultural, philosophical, and spiritual elements of death

With all that in mind and Pathologic's ambiguous time period, Daniil could very much be read as the in-game world's equivalent of Mechnikov. Despite his (sort of) alignment with the philosophically-minded Kains, Daniil is consistently shown to be very much focused on the physical components of death. He came to the town hoping that "[Simon's] tissues will help [him] defeat death." Rubin, Artemy, Victor (and Lara, Yulia, Aspity, Anna, and Clara) all need him to collect and examine blood samples for evidence of the disease. Once the plague begins, his focus in on the creation of a vaccine - a tool for immunisation - instead of a cure.

All of the evidence points to Daniil, at his core, being a microbiologist and researcher. His medical knowledge, while far above average, is highly specialised and doesn't indicate that he has any practical experience as a physician. He's not a doctor, he's a bachelor of medicine using his theoretical and academic expertise to fight an impossible disease in the only way he knows.

Now, Artemy does have some practical knowledge. Isidor taught him about the traditional medicine of the town while he was growing up before sending him to "study modern medicine in the academy" when he was 16. However, in his opening description, all we are told is that Artemy is returning from several years of "travelling from town to town learning theoretical and pratical surgery." In Pathologic Classic, Artemy is canonically 26 years old so if he spent 6-7 years travelling, his formal medical education was likely either short or incomplete. Not to mention that the emphasis on Artemy as a surgeon and menkhu (much like Daniil as a bachelor and thanatologist) implies a very specialised area of expertise which, although closely related to practical medicine, is not the same thing.

This is reinforced in a number of ways. For example, while there are multiple dialogue options which let you dismiss the town's local medical practices, they appear mostly (or only) in conversations with outsiders - responding to Daniil's admission of underestimating the value of "steppe medical knowledge" with "there's nothing medical in their knowledge" and telling Block that he has "an education in the civilized world and ha[s] forgotten two thirds of the specific local practices." Ultimately, Artemy is more consistently aligned with the Kin's more bodily approach to medicine. That distinction between Kin and Town is important, since the traditional medicines Artemy makes are not valued or trusted by townspeople and the kin refuse almost all of the modern medicine (specifically antibiotics) sold in the town.

He also seems to be either unfamiliar or seriously out of practice with the more formal language of science and medicine a university-educated physician should know. At several points, Artemy is shown to be dependent on Daniil's medical knowledge, and various members of the town poke fun at him for asking clarifying questions - Boy: "You graduated from a university and this is your question…?" Rubin: "I thought you were [away] studying." Artemy's story is about trying to fill his father's role and, while he succeeds in becoming a menkhu, his position as the town's doctor is less clearly defined even after the plague. While he begins the game with the most practical experience of the three protagonists, the fact that he's not qualified to be a physician but has to act as one is what drives his story forward.

I won't go into Clara since it's obvious she's not a doctor. If anything, she's more like a personification of a cure for this one specific disease (just like her 'twin' is the plague). She couldn't reset a bone or diognose the flu any more than she could synthesise antibiotics or distinguish between bacteria in a blood sample. Still, she's an interesting comparison point and does serve to remind the player that the protagonists don't really represent different approaches to medicine, but different approaches to healing.

The Bachelor is the modern healer of formal scientific practices who sees healing as the result of understanding the body, disease, and their interactions.

The Haruspex is the traditional healer with the spiritual or ancestral right to protected knowledge and practices who sees healing as a reflection of cultural duty, customs, and community.

The Changeling is the divine healer chosen by a Deity (or Deities) to carry out their will on earth who sees healing as an act of religious faith and demonstration of the existence and power of God(s).

#this took way longer to write than I expected holy shit #also can you tell that Daniil is my favourite?#pathologic #pathologic meta #pathologic classic hd #pathologic classic hd meta #daniil dankovsky #artemy burakh #clara saburova #clara changeling #pathologic bachelor #pathologic haruspex #pathologic changeling

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omegas-reincarnation · 17 days

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Project hail mary and the martian act as perfect counterparts to each other because they both illuminate how much people need one another, one begining by showing that collaboration and the other begining showing its absence. In one story we have Mark Watney's searing loneliness at being the only man on an entire planet; the exhausting reality that every time something goes wrong, he has to save himself; and the terror that results from that (much downplayed by the film), almost verging on paranoia: Mars won't stop trying to kill me. And on the other side, we have Rocky and Grace's joy at finding another person adrift in space, the many times they save each other, and how clear it is that they wouldn't be able to succeed without each other's help, the microbiologist and the engineer whose skill sets complete each other, and who love to the point of self-sacrifice.

And of course, both stories end the same way: the crew of the Hermes mutinying in order to return and save Mark, Grace giving up any hope of seeing earth again to return and save Rocky. I like that in both stories, the rescuers do not face certain death: there is no way out of the fact that the course they thought their lives would take will be forever altered by their choices. Once you have turned back for someone, you are not able to travel the same road again: to save someone is to be changed by them.

#project hail mary #the martian

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heyits-zedo · 1 month

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Barbie Must Have Bullshit Her Resume

By:zedo

Ok, so we all know Barbie as the do-all girl, what hasn't she done? (The answer to that is surprisingly alot)

But the real question is, how has she managed to accomplish so much by the age of 65? Well I'm here to tell you she fuckibg lied. I did the math, I compiled a list of jobs and hobbies she has had(albeit incomplete) and its impossible.

Below is a compiled list of (most of) barbies jobs that require training/schooling:

Fashion designer- 3 years

Nurse-2 years(minimum)

Astronaut-10 years(6 years schooling, 2 years experience, 2 years bt)

Fashion editor-4 years

Fashion model-1 year

Teacher- 5 years

Veterinarian-4 years

Travel agent- 4 years roughly

Business exectuive- 3 years

Surgeon- 4 years school + 5 year residency

Optometrist- 8 years

Dentist- 8 years

Pediatric doctor-4 years

Pilot-9 month's

In the air force(military pilot)-4 years

Detective-4 years

Makeuo artist/hair stylist- 1 year

Chef- 3 years

Architect-3 years

Firefighter-2 years

Olympic skiier and gymnast,Figure skater -(1 years worth of trianing)

Train conductors - 1 year

Movie producer- 4 years

Computer engineer- 4 years

Marine bilogist- 6 year

Palentologist- 6 years

Zookeeper- 6 years

Baker-3 years

Film director - 4 years

Game developer- 4 years

Scientist(chemist)-4 years

Robotic engineer- 7 years

Astrophysisit- 6 years

Aircraft engineer- 7 years

Entomologist- 4 years

Judge- 10 years

Interior designer - 4 years

Cinservation scientist- 5 years

Microbiologist - 4 years

Flight attendant-10 weeks

Pet groomer-12 weeks

Police officer- 6 months

(While compiling this list, I also chose the bare minimum required amount of schooling for each job, but knowing Barbie, she would not have done the bare minimum)

If you compile the numbers, you reach a bare minimum of 203 years of school/training.

So Barbie could not have possibly gone to school for every job she has had, so she must have bullshit a few things somewhere, as this does not include the time she may have worked in these jobs once finally getting to that point.

This also leaves the question of how does she have time for her long list of hobbies, such as:

Tennis

Was also a rock star and rapper

Unicef ambassador

Actress

Scuba diver

Circus performer

Superhero

Baseball

Matador/bull fighter

Bowling

?RAN FOR PRESIDENT?

Cheerleading

Cabaret dancer

Artist

Soccer coach

Rides horses

Race car driver

Snow boards

Track and feild

Magician

Animal rescue

Martial arts

Basket ball

Beekeeping

Farming

Golfing

Boxing

Hockey

Tooth fairy

Volleyball

Crime??(I'm serious she was a burglar)

So in reality, Barbie is a liar and a fake.

#barbie #what a fucking liar #barbie movie #the princess and the pauper #barbie life in the dreamhouse #life in the dreamhouse #the twelve dancing princesses #greta gerwig #greta gerwing barbie #barbie committed fraud

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aemondslefteyeball · 10 months

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Sic Transit Gloria Mundi (8)

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[Modern!Aemond x Fem!Reader]

[Warnings: Death, gore, aftermath of animal attacks]

[Summary: Let's gather 'round the campfire and sing our campfire song. Our C-A-M-P-F-I-R-E S-O-N-G song!]

Word Count: 4.6K

Chapter 8

Small cursive lettering filled the pages of the journal, and intermittent doodles marked the page, words overflowing around all of it. A discordant look at your inner thoughts, Aemond mused.

Dear Dad,

I met my fiance today and he is the absolute fucking worst. You would have kicked his ass. I wasn’t expecting him to sweep me off my feet but the first fucking thing he did was shove a prenup in my face. Nice to meet you too, asshole.

He couldn’t have been that callous, could he? He had to have given you some form of acknowledgment. Was his first impression that bad? Aemond frowned as he skimmed over the pages, looking for mentions of his name until landing on the next passage.

Dear Dad,

Today has been the worst birthday I’ve ever had. Aemond started my day off by barging into my room at five in the goddamn morning to interrogate me about Sunspear. He apparently saw my post and demanded to know why I was spending “his” money taking vacations. He literally just stood there bitching until I walked into the bathroom. I don’t think it ever occurred to him that I have my own fucking money and my own means of travel. After that the Kazoo preacher was back on the subway screaming about 'the children', and if all that wasn’t enough fucking Jaydee didn’t put the boiling chip into the test tube and it blew up on my goddamn arm. I wanted to take Vaeryx for a quick flight but the wheels were too chewed up after my last landing. Your jacket doesn’t smell like you anymore. I really wish you were here.

Aemond swallowed suddenly. He didn’t even remember doing these things, but the pen marks dug into the page afterward. Another wave of guilt hit him at the realization that he didn’t know when your birthday even was. The journal hadn’t been dated, and he never asked.

Dad,

I got accepted for a summer workshop at Storm’s End Tech!!! If that isn’t exciting enough we’re studying bacteria at the thermal vents off the coast of Cape Wrath!!! Professor Webber really pulled through for me, she was saying that this will really help me when I apply for grad school. Do you remember the house we lived in when you were stationed at Qaehrys? The one with the big window that led onto the roof? I really miss laying there and looking at the constellations with you. I took your telescope out tonight and searched the moon until I found Vaegon’s Crater. Dr. Lee said that’s the most likely spot they’d put a base and it’s apparently less than a decade away. When it goes up I’m going to be there, and I’m bringing your telescope.

Wait, what? Aemond knew that you were a student, but he always assumed you were pursuing business or something. Guilt crashed over him at the realization he had never taken the time to ask you what you were studying. He had never taken the time to ask you anything about yourself, really. He never really had much interest in microbiology, but maybe you were like Helaena and her entomology. Beyond that, never in a million years would he have guessed that you were planning to become an astronaut. You? Did they even send microbiologists to space? Aemond sighed as he put the journal down. He told himself that he was doing this to get to know you better. To support you. But he felt like he knew even less than before and at the cost of your privacy.

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The trilling of insects was the only source of noise, save for the torch. A melancholy silence was cast over the circle surrounding the pyre. Aly held the torch, dried blood and tear tracks staining her face. Silent sobs started to erupt from her as the kindling beneath Sabitha’s feet sparked. She next lowered the torch towards her girlfriend’s knees, following it with her shoulders. Aly wiped globs of snot off her face with one hand, using the other to cast the torch into the burning base of the pyre. Tears fell as you squeezed Nettles’ shoulder. She turned her gaze towards you, her massive brown eyes brimmed with tears. Your gazes shifted back to Sabitha, and the sight of teeth peeking through her torn cheek. “Mother above,” Myri exclaimed, her gaze fixed on Sabitha’s twitching hand. “She’s alive.” Panicked looks shot out across the group. “She’s alive! She’s-”

Aly ran towards the pyre, repeated “No’s” being exclaimed as she wrenched Sab off the pyre by her belt loops. Sabitha fell with a heavy grunt, and Aly immediately set out to put out the flames that had cropped up on Sabitha’s jeans. The redhead just lay there, intermittent grunts and gurgles emerging. You lowered yourself to the ground as quickly as you were able, lifting her head so that Myri could rest a blanket under it. “I got you,” Aly whispered, grasping her girlfriend’s hand.

“Really?” Sabitha groaned, “Fire?” The gurgle couldn’t suppress the sarcasm in her tone. She let out the smallest chuckle she could manage. The rest of you were still too keyed up from adrenaline to do anything but pant and stare.

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Just one more, Aemond told himself. He stared at the journal ahead of him and pulled it back onto his lap. One more, and that was it. He would put the journal back and he would leave it this time. His fingers brushed over the indents in the page, smudges bleeding out to the right.

Dad!!

I think I met somebody recently.

Happy doodles filled the margins of the journal, little flowers crammed into each individual corner.

She’s in my lab. She’s Westerosi, but I think you would really like her. R’hllor, what do I even say? She’s so fucking smart, Dad. She’s kind of shy but it’s actually really adorable. She’s just… a ray of sunshine. I don’t think I’ve ever heard her say something mean about anybody else. Just really, really uplifting. Gods, it feels so good getting on the train knowing I’ll see her dorking out over S. aureus with that adorable ass grin on her face. I don’t know if her being so different from Aemond is what makes me like her, but it’s such a breath of fresh air.

Aemond stopped reading the entry after the last mention of his name. While his stomach turned at your Hallmark-worthy descriptions of Emerson, he was grateful it provided a natural stopping point for him. He felt a small pang of pity. Here you had written a dissertation about how much you liked her, only to have it repaid with a whole two months of devotion. No more. Aemond put the journal back into the nightstand and shut the door behind him.

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Your teeth grit as your foot hits the ground. Rhaena shot you a comforting smile, and you responded with a brief one before putting one foot in front of the other. Sabitha grunted from behind you, leaning against Aly. The two of you paused for a moment so the pair could catch up to you. “When we get back we’re gonna need clean water and thread to stitch them up.” Aly nodded while you shifted your weight onto your left leg.

“Leave me.” Blood was soaking through the bandage Rhaena had wrapped around Sabitha’s face, her voice coming out muffled. Between that, and the eerie sound of her sucking air in through the hole in her face it was a wonder anybody could understand her.

“Sab, stop it.”

“It’s-” Sabitha’s head lolled into Aly’s cheek, her auburn hair stiff with dried blood. “Not… Safe.”

“Don’t say that! We’re almost there!” Aly looked like she was about to start crying again, her powder blue jacket darkened with brown stains.

“Let them go,” Sabitha said, one hand coming up to weakly clutch at the vertebra around her neck. “Let them go.” She turned her gaze towards the rest of you then, grunting quietly before Aly acquiesced.

“Go back to the cabin as fast as you can.” She turned towards you, Nettles, Rhaena, and Myrielle. It hurt like a son of a bitch, but you had kept a decent pace so far. Thankfully it seemed like the wolf didn’t fuck up your muscles. There was still a mottled wreck beneath the cloth bandages, but it was superficial. It would heal. You would be fine.

“Aly?” Nettles whispered, worry furrowing her brow.

“Go.” Aly ordered.

The four of you got back to the cabin after what felt like an entire day, pain slicing through you with each step you took. For your part, all you could really do was be grateful that you could walk. This godsforsaken place put a lot of things into perspective. The four of you finally stumbled onto the porch, as panicked gazes took in the massive bloodied bandage on your thigh. “By the seven.” Sara got up off the porch as you moved to sit. “What happened?” Looking around the group, the blonde’s eyebrows wrinkled. “Where are Aly and Sabitha?”

“She… she told us to leave them.” Rhaena panted out. Floris took her hand and Baela scrambled to your side, tears brimming in her eyes.

“We were attacked by wolves.” But with how big they were, they might just be direwolves. Who knows, maybe a snark would cuntpunt you next. Anything was possible in this shit-ass forest. Fuck this country. Barba rushed out of the cabin, her icy eyes widening in panic. A hand clapped over her mouth as she looked at you, her jaw trembling for a moment. Gathering herself, she grabbed Rhaena by the arms. “Show us where to go.”

You grunted as the hot needle punched through your skin. Exposed to the open air was a horrifying sight. The flesh of your right thigh was mottled with black bruises, puncture marks on multiple spots. The cherry on top of it was the massive chunk of skin that had been wrenched from your leg when you kicked the wolf off you. Clenching your jaw, you hummed through your grit teeth. Seasick Sarah, had a golden nose. Hobnail boots, wrapped around her toes. The needle pierced through each layer of gored skin, fiery pain erupting as it happened. The parts of the wound that could be sewn up were. The chunk of skin that had been torn off could not be sewn shut. So as of right now, you were biting down on Floris’s belt, preparing for Nettles to press the heated knife onto your wound. You looked away, staring off into the darkness outside the window. The first burn lasted for a few seconds, and you bit into the belt hard enough that your jaw ached. After that, the next session started. You started to feel hazy about what seemed to be halfway through, and when she was done you were drifting in and out of consciousness. Sara sat at your side, stroking your hand. You pulled the blanket up more tightly over yourself, shivers wracking you. “You hanging in there?” She questioned, her tone soft. “Need another blanket?” You nodded abruptly.

“I thought it’d be warmer.” You murmured as her face drifted in and out of your field of vision. Her silvery hair flickered in the light, darkened roots showing at the crown of her head. When she placed the blanket over you, you curled into it. Turning away from her, you sank into the warmth of the cot and the blackness of sleep.

Muffled screams roused you, and you turned to the source of the noise. Disorientation clouded your mind until you caught sight of Sabitha lying on the table. The same hooked needle that went into your thigh was currently being plunged into her face. Baela’s expression wavered as she held Sabitha down. Please pass out. Sabitha continued to writhe in pain, thrashing against Baela. Please just let her pass out. Muffled shouts echoed through the cabin, and you found yourself covering your ears. Barba stared at Sabitha, a conflicted expression on her face as she grasped the weirwood pendant around her neck.

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Aegon sat across the table from Aemond, one arm on the back of the booth and the other dipping a fry into ketchup. He ate that, chewing for a moment while grabbing the massive, greasy burger and dunking that into the pile of ketchup afterward. Aemond held back the urge to physically cringe. His brother’s disgusting eating habits had always irritated him, and Aegon weaponized that. “So.” Half-chewed burger rolled around in Aegon’s mouth, and Aemond clenched his fist under the table for five counts before releasing it. “Moat Cailin?” He grinned, taking another slobbering bite of the dripping burger.

Aemond rolled his eyes. He cut into his chicken vesuvius carefully, picking up a piece of chicken and potato before properly chewing it, placing his silverware down, and staring Aegon in the eye while doing so. When he finished chewing he finally spoke. “I’m going out on one of the search rafts.” He said flatly, cutting another piece of chicken. “Maybe you should come.” A pointed stare was shot Aegon’s way, and he shrank back at the retort. It was no secret that he moved on from Sara a while back, but something shifted in Aegon’s gaze. His brother fidgeted in his seat. Aemond narrowed his eye as he ate, what was he hiding?

“What do you think they’re doing right now?” Aegon asked suddenly, taking another bite of his burger.

Aemond sighed. What would you be doing right now? He hoped you were dipping your feet in the Greywater, laughing with your friends. “I don’t know, trying to culture swamp bacteria,” Aemond said with a shrug, spearing a potato. “Whatever microbiologists do.” He finished.

“What?” Aegon said, his head quirked to the side like a puppy.

“Microbiologist. Somebody who studies ba-”

Aemond was cut off by barking laughter from Aegon. His brother set the burger down with a gross slap. Aegon leaned back in the booth, one arm cocked over the top of it. “She’s not a microbiologist.” He let out another guffaw.

Fury rose in Aemond as he clenched his fist. “She’s not an astronaut yet ei-” Another round of laughter cut Aemond off as he slammed his fist down onto the table, a couple across the restaurant shooting them a nervous look.

The action did nothing to faze Aegon, who continued laughing as he popped another fry into his mouth. “You’re guilting me about not going to Moat Cailin and you don’t even know your wife is an astrobiologist. Oh fuck, I knew it.” He lifted the burger back up to his mouth and took a messy bite, smacking it around. “I knew your marriage was bullshit.” He cackled, shaking his head before swallowing.

Aemond paled, looking around suddenly, grateful that nobody seemed to be paying attention to anything other than their own meals. His eye narrowed as he took in Aegon’s smug face, his fist aching as he clenched it. “You don’t know anything.” He hissed.

“Aemond.” His brother sat up for a moment, setting his burger down. “I’m a fuck up, but I know people.” His usual candor came back to him again a moment later, taking a loud slurp of his milkshake. Aemond stared off to the side, angrily following the insipid breathing exercises Dr. Greenwood had given him. “Is that what this is about? You feel guilty because you were a dick to her?”

“I just want her to be happy once she gets back home.” He stated flatly, hoping his idiot brother would finally drop the question.

“So when are you moving out?” Aegon needled. “Seriously, what makes you think she’d want anything to do with you when she gets back? You don’t even know what she's getting her Master's in.” When Aemond tensed to get up he paused. “Wait. I shouldn’t have said that.” He admitted. “Hey.” Aegon made eye contact with him, an uncharacteristically serious look flashing over his face briefly. “I have a secret too.” Aemond stared back at him, nodding at him to continue. “Me and Floris have been fucking for the past year or so.”

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“I have an announcement.” Said announcement fell on deaf ears, with most people turning over. Barba grabbed a metal ladle, clanking it on the wooden table. “Hello!” She banged it repeatedly, and you groaned as you sat up. “Hi! Excuse me!” Rubbing your eyes, you looked around the cabin. “Thank you,” Barba said quietly. “In light of the expedition having ended how it did, I’m going to take the dead guy’s plane and fly south. I’m going to find us help and I’m going to get us out of here.” She nodded as if hyping herself up.

Fuck. “You’re gonna fly that thing?” Barba nodded at you, and you shook your head. When you talked back in your clearing you didn’t think the expedition would end this way. This shit was still crazy. No. There is no fucking way. “You don’t know if that plane is operable.”

“I’ve been looking over it for weeks, and the gas tank is full.” She threw her hands up suddenly. “I’m a pilot, I grew up watching my Grandpa fly. I have two-hundred flight hours. I know that I can do this.” Your heart sank, throat clenched tight as you stared at her pleadingly. “You can’t deny that Sabitha doesn’t need serious medical attention.”

“She’s not the only one.” Sara piped up, her gaze flickering over to her best friend emotionlessly. “Floris, tell them.”

“I- I really don’t.” You shot a glare at Sara, in disbelief that she really just derailed this so she could force Floris into telling everybody.

“Tell them.”

“What is it?” Luke asked, his doe eyes confused.

“Yeah, what is it?”

You gave Floris the most supportive look you could muster, and she crossed her arms over her chest. “I’m pregnant.”

Rhaena immediately stood up, bounding over to Floris. “How far along are you?”

“Wait, did you get knocked up out here?” Myrielle asked, an eyebrow quirked in Jace’s direction. Baela’s eyes bored holes into the back of Myri’s skull.

“No, I…”

“It doesn’t matter when it happened,” Sara said, a sanctimonious look on her face. “Okay? It just matters that we get them both help.”

Rhaena tried to grab at Floris’s stomach, and she swatted her hands away. “Rhaena, not right now.” She snapped.

“Alright, can everybody just.” Ser Criston ran a hand through his hair, sighing. “Barba, you can’t do this.” He commanded. “No. It’s not even close to safe.”

“There is no ‘safe’ anymore, Ser Cole.” Barba retorted. Her face was hard, different. “It’s going to be winter soon. If I don’t do this, we’re…” She paused for a moment, shaking her head. “We’re all gonna fucking starve.” You fidgeted with your hands, holding back tears that pricked at your eyes. It didn’t feel right. There was something you were missing.

“Alright, well, I’m still the oldest here, so, no.” He flatly responded, gesticulating with his one free hand as he leaned on his crutch. “I’m not gonna let you do it.”

Barba’s face hardened even further. You barely recognized this person, icy eyes narrowed to a point. She took a step forward. And another. “What are you gonna do to stop me, Ser?” Her face twisted into a sneer as she gave him a once-over. Tension filled the cabin as the two of them stared off.

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Aemond thought that he should feel more nervous. He sent you on a plane that crashed, it seemed only right that he should be subjected to the same fate. But he didn’t and he wasn't. Shockingly enough he felt freer than he had in months. He told Dr. Greenwood everything. Everything that Aegon told him, everything he himself had done, everything he could think of in the session came directly out of his mouth. He thought that another person knowing his sins would destroy him, but Dr. Greenwood hadn’t judged him. All she did was give him a plan to avoid the urge to do those things again. The only thing that weighed on him were Helaena’s words. ‘What if you’re looking too far south?’ When he told Dr. Greenwood about it, she had simply stated that everybody was bound to have their own theories and that he should trust the experts. Logically he knew she was right, but he still couldn’t shake the lingering worry that Helaena was. What if they were wasting their time down here and you were up near Winterfell? The plane ride was uneventful, and Aemond spent the entire time catching up with some work. He technically had until Tuesday off, but today was only Thursday and he wanted less to catch up on. The ride to his hotel was… interesting given that it was essentially a private hut floating on the water. The boat sailed through choppy gray water, and insects flew at Aemond from every direction. When he finally got to his hut, he was relieved to find that his secretary hadn’t booked a hovel. Setting his things down, he moved to enter the shower. When he got out he set about his usual routine. He opened his laptop to get some more work done before shutting it and turning the TV on before eventually settling on a documentary series about Valyria.

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You set about helping the best as you could with your leg still in the condition it was. Mauling or not, work still needed to be done if Barba was going to fly the plane out of there. You tore up another plant as you watched Sara and Floris talk. There was obvious tension there, but Sara played coy and watched while Floris yanked roots out. Eventually, Floris walked off in a huff, and you set your gaze back downward. You would find her later tonight.

When a runway was cleared and all vines were taken off you all stood in front of the plane as Barba arrived. You crossed your arms over your chest and tried to suppress the feeling of dread that grabbed hold of you. She had her backpack on, tugging on the straps as she smiled nervously at Jace. Jace in response pulled her in for a hug. They stayed for a minute before she embraced Nettles, and then Sara. “Be safe, okay?” Barba nodded at Sara’s request. She smiled as she pulled Floris in for a hug, and a few more crowded around her in a group hug. All you could do was watch, a sense of foreboding stirring off in the distance.

When she reached you, you pulled her in as tight as humanly possible. You tried to burn everything about her into your memory, down to the scraggly feeling of her black hair against your face. Squeezing her for a moment more, you pulled your lips over your teeth. “Stay.” You whispered pleadingly. It didn’t feel right, and Barba was the one who had encouraged you to follow your gut.

“Remember your vision,” Barba murmured in response, “Fire and light, it’s a blessing from the Gods.” When she pulled away an austerity had passed over her. You recoiled, increasingly uneasy as you pulled your arms back over your chest. Barba stepped back and opened the door to the Cessna, climbing in and unzipping her backpack.

As soon as she sat down, Criston wrenched the door back open. “By the Gods, Barba. Please, don’t do this.” You hadn’t seen this side of Ser Cole before. Desperate. The last ditch effort of a man who knew his days of authority was behind him.

Barba shot him a nervous smile, swallowing before she spoke. “Thanks for worrying about me, Ser, but…” The sternness flashed back over her face like a mask, her icy gaze flattening. “This is my purpose.” She reached a hand out to pat him on the shoulder before she pulled it back and shut the door with a heavy clang. Barba ran her fingers over the weirwood pendant, her gaze emotionless as she placed her stuffed bear into the copilot's seat. Her gaze passed over to you quickly, before she locked eyes with you and smiled. Discomfort arose in you, as you watched something stir in the very back of her eyes. She held your gaze long enough to make you squirm before the propeller started to spin. Wheels squeaked through the dirt as cheers rang out, you stepped forward and prayed to whatever Gods there were above that your vision was a blessing. The plane was flying as it should, and Barba successfully lifted off. A relieved smile broke out across your face, but you knew she wasn’t out of the woods yet, quite literally. The landing was the hardest part of a flight, and you didn’t entirely trust the brakes on it. The Cessna soared clear over the lake, and you ran forward with eyes pointed to the sky.

“Oh my Gods, she’s doing it!!!” Laughter sounded, Sara clapping as you all ran to the lakefront. She shifted the plane to face due south, and you let out a sigh of relief. It had been a blessing from the Gods. Tears brimmed your eyes as you silently thanked them for seeing her through this. The plane grew smaller as she flew further away, shrinking in the mountains off into the distance. You began to cheer with the others, turning to grab Baela’s hand in excitement.

“Is that smoke?” Sara asked suddenly. Your gaze snapped skyward, and your heart dropped into your stomach. The fuel line. Angry fumes shot out of the bottom of the plane, and it started to shake. A bright flash of flame balled out as the explosion shook the treetops. A halo of light shone, a second sun in the bright sky. Sara screamed and clapped her hands over her mouth. Your body moved automatically, tears streaming down your face as you sank into the water of the lake. Rhaena tried to pull you up, saying something about your leg. Your body went limp as the sobs wracked your body. That fucking vision. And you had been stupid enough to trust it. A banshee’s wail rang out, but it didn’t register as being yours. You stared off into the distance, where sunrays broke through dustclouds and smoke.

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Fuck, this chapter was really really hard to write. I had no idea I would become so attached to Barba when I started writing this wtf. R.I.P Barba.

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shmothman · 5 months

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pacing alone in my room talking to myself (posting my entire story for my mushishi SI on tumblr dot com)

They are… more or less a cryptozoologist, although they’d never call themself that. They’re a biologist, it’s just that not everyone believes the species they study are real. It doesn’t help that most of the literature on them is at least a hundred years old, and now is relegated to the sphere of rural folklore and folk medicine—and the occasional eyewitness accounts of strange phenomena, not unlike cryptid and ghost sightings. The paraphyletic group known as mushi are just undescribed fungi and protists, they insist, and are repeatedly laughed at by every institution they pitch their research to. (They’ll show them, they think.) Angry and running out of options, they take a field trip on their own to a rural mountain in Japan. They’ve always been described to appear in areas less touched by humans. (They can’t see the mushi all around them, but they’ve accidentally stumbled upon a large branch of the light vein.)

They aren’t expecting to more or less trip and fall into it.

As if in a trance, they walk toward it, step into it—until a voice calls out for them to stop, a hand pulls them back. He has white hair and an eye of pure darkness.

And when they wake up, he’s still there, telling them to wake up, coaxing them out of strange dreams.

(Mushi can totally make time travel happen. Shhhh it’s magic.)

Now, missing most of their memory (at least about who they are, they remember things about the world in the 21st century as a whole) they have to adjust to life in Meiji-era Japan, and as interested as Ginko is to figure out how this happened (he’s a nerd. he’s a big fucking nerd be honest with yourselves), he’s a little less stoked that he’s stuck with a brash, confusing, time traveling idiot until the two of them can figure out how to get them back to their own time, or until they can figure out a way and a place to stay as he moves on. (I think you can see where this is going.)

There’s a bit of Gender Stuff that goes on with my SI, and they end up deciding to “pretend” to be a boy bc they don’t want to be seen as a woman, and also it makes it easier to believe that they’re his “apprentice” (which ends up being their go-to excuse), but Ginko’s take on all that is “well, none of my business.” And he doesn’t really care, anyway. Doesn’t stop him from falling in love, at least. You’ll pry my demisexual headcanons out of my cold head hands, as per usual.

Despite pretending to be his apprentice, they can’t… actually see mushi. They didn’t gain that ability by falling into the light vein. They do come to be able to feel them, in a vague sort of way, though they’re always asking Ginko to draw them for them. Luckily, dealing with unseen things is basically what a microbiologist does (though they can’t even see mushi under a microscope, damn) so they can fake it well enough when they need to. And Ginko can’t help but feel quite a bit proud when they start being able to identify mushi by description, and sometimes even by feel.

They travel together for months, become close friends, and against their better judgment, they both get attached. Fall in love. But they can’t… they’ll both have to leave sooner or later… My SI falls first. They know it can’t be, and they know he can’t see them that way, but that doesn’t stop the feelings, the hopes, the imagining. And then he goes through the same thing. He’s much better at repressing his feelings than they are, though 🤣 And he’s much quicker to figure out that they like him. I mean, it’s pretty goddamn obvious. To literally everyone. (Well, anyone who doesn’t think my SI is much younger than him—I HC him as 34ish and I do have. A baby face—and also a boy. Although… even then. If You Know, You Know. There were gay people back then too.)

So cue the Sef-mandated months of mutual pining while they gallivant around japan solving mushi mysteries together and generally getting into Will-They-Won’t-They scenarios until even I, the real life version, am sick of the slow burn.

Until they come to a village where my SI just… fits in. Even in the couple days they’re in town, it’s clear that the villagers would accept them, help them make a life there. My SI is having a great time, though they have no actual intention of staying; it’s just nice to make some friends. Attend a little village party or something.

And they wake up and Ginko’s gone.

No note, no nothing. He just left.

They’re hurt beyond words, but at this point they know him. In his own way, he’s trying to give them the one thing he can’t have or provide: a normal life—or, as normal a life as they could have now. But of course he didn’t ask them what they wanted. (He knew what they’d say—after all, he knows them, too.)

Angry and hurt, they run after him, but they choose the wrong way at a fork in the road, and they lose all hope of finding him again.

And they know they should cut their losses: he left for a reason. But they’re stubborn and mad and quite frankly, he’s the one thing they have in this goddamn world and they’ll be damned if they’re gonna lose him without doing everything in their power to make him see reason.

So they find their way to the town where Adashino lives. Sooner or later, Ginko will show up there.

It’s still many months before he does.

Months for them to rehearse what they’re going to say to him, months to grieve and try and try and try to get over him. (They end up spilling the whole thing to Adashino too, bc the two of them end up being buddies, and even Adashino is like. C’mon Ginko.) And they think they’ve got it all figured out. They’re going to yell at him. They have every right to!!

And then he finally shows up at Adashino’s doorstep, and they look at each other, and my SI just starts to cry.

Let it be known that Ginko is also angsting the entire time they’re apart, some real sad boy hours. This cover is playing in the bg the entire time, basically. But this is how his life has to be. They have a chance to be happy, so he has to make sure they take it. And now he’s staring them in the face again, and he hates that the only thing he can feel is relief. Thank goodness, you’re back. Thank goodness, he doesn’t have to wake up and get disappointed that they aren’t there. Thank goodness, he can pretend it’s a nuisance when they sidle up to him in the cold even though it’s all he wants them to do. But they’re crying. And he knows he hurt them. He just… he assumed they’d chase after him, then lose heart when they couldn’t find him and return to that village to go live their life.

He should’ve known better. He knows them.

They… talk. And then they kiss. And then they fuck.

And they leave together.

There’s trust that needs to be healed, and feelings they both have to work through, but… they can do it together. And continue to get each other out of mushi-related scrapes constantly. And keep each other warm as they hike through the snow in winter.

There’s no way back to their time, but even if there was, they wouldn’t take it.

Anyway this is my ginko selfship playlist PEACE

#I’m sad I’m gonna write out my entire romantic story arc and maybe then I won’t be so sad #sef insert #ginkoposting

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notsobeautifuldisaester · 1 year

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Assorted Osomatsu-kun/san headcanons I have buried in my head

Psst... Hey you. Yes you, You wanna know about my silly little headcanon I have for a bunch of characters most were one-shot characters. Well, you came to the right place.

Welcome, I'm your host Diseaster and today I'll be reaching as far as humanely possible into the deepest crevices in my brain to be you my assorted list of headcanon no one asked for.

Tw: Kidnapping, Animal Abuse, General Tougouness, CSA mention (Nothing actually happen tho)

🟣🔵🦷Ichimatsu learned the Kusomatsu thing from that one time Iyami visited and forced Karamatsu to drink beer.

🥨🦷That one German Iyami doppelganger grew up in a novelty shop that sold German stuff

🩳Dekapan's son, Taro, followed in father's footsteps and became a scientist. Though instead of making crazy gadgets and shit, it's just normal ass science, something like microbiologist

🩳Dekapan been married around six times. He wasn't the most attentive husband. He's still a doting father tho.

🤪The Dayon tribe is actually a bunch of people he vored when he was drunk on vacation

🔪👛 On meta note, Tougou is very prideful of newfound fame and still brags about appearing in the San for movie for like five seconds. Everyone else not give less of a shit

💨🍢 Chibita is related to the boss of the Smog Gang in a way, he doesn’t know this however

💨🏳Hatabou works an informant for the Smog Family Gang

🎀That one uprising in S2E1 was planned by Ta-bo. She must've really not wanted them to be CEOs or something.

🧑‍🏫Yagi occasionally hangs out with the sextuplets. He's really proud of how his disciples turned out.

💍 Kumiko is now an up and coming model. She rubs this in Totoko's face to no end

💍 Kumiko and Kinko are cousins, their names being the same is kind of an inside joke between the two.

👓🥐Niyake works as a reporter alongside Toy Car Boy. He says it's to travel around the world but in reality, it's because his family went bankrupt and he needed the money. He's still a prissy little shit tho.

👓🥐Such as not letting Iyami live that one time he humiliated him out of a job, still beefing with Chibita over outclassing him and generally sticking his nose up at everybody.

🎌🧛Hatabou and Dra-chan befriended each other, this somehow involved lots of bloodletting and ended up with them in the hospital

🥊🦑Fighting Yowai and Knockout Tsuyoi are drinking buddies

🍎🥊Knockout Tsuyoi doesn't approve of his little brother, Yotaichi, bullying people and he usually has to force him to apologize.

🟪🦷Just as Chibita can summon a cat army, Iyami can summon a swarm of ravens to attack people. He learned this trick from his older brother.

🪆👮After retiring from being a policeman, Katsumi a became seamster

🪆🦷Iyami quickly divorced Katsumi after he learned that being married to a cop won't get you out of legal trouble.

🐭🪤After the incident with his son being replaced by a cat, Instead of abusing cats Tataoji put his energy into helping mice

🎭That one old couple Tougou and Oso robbed, They were Jiguzou's grandparents. Ok, I just made this up to give Jiguzou a reason to kill Tougou.

🧺🦷Speaking of Iyami's brother, Gisei, he uses ravens to assist him in his robberies.

🧺🦷Some more tidbits about Gisei; half the stuff he steals is to sell for a higher price and the other half for no other reason than it looks cool, as a result, his house is full of all sorts of useless shit.

🧺🦷He is considerably "nicer" than Iyami, well at least to anyone other than Iyami. He has good manners and barely a mean word to say about others. He tends to apologize on his Iyami's behalf, mainly to humiliate him, and at first, seems to be a swell guy

🧺🦷On the flip side, he is the most unloyal traitorous little bitch on the face of the earth. There’s no limit to his selling out, he would rat out his friends, family (specifically Iyami), and anyone else unlucky enough to associate with him.

🦷🎀Iyami's daughter, Isoka, is blissfully unaware of her father being a con artist and is told that he's some sort of salesman. Iyami's brother holds this over Iyami to no end.

🦷🎀 Iyami still visits his daughter from time to time and seems to be on his best behavior around her.

🦷🎀 Isoka works in a ski resort as an instructor. She is normally good at her job but she still has a bit of favoritism streak, particularly to handsome rich guys

💰💵 Cash-kun is the one that got Chibita into crypto in the first place

🧺🦷Iyami's brother can't sheeh to save his life, any attempt from him to do so ends up with him falling flat on his ass

🕯️🦇 The Shinigami Salesman has a candle under his top hat (don't ask how that works with his candle going out or the hat burning, it's magic or some shit) He can regenerate instantly when injured. If his candle is put out, he "dies" until it re lit. Also, he can remove it and switch it out for a new one.

🕯️🦇The Shinigami Salesman was a normal human and was on his way to becoming a door-to-door salesman before getting bodied by a truck. The Shinigami before him was about to quit and ask him to take their place.

🐈‍⬛🦇Nozomi and the Shinigami Saleman tend to work together to help people want to pass on without regrets.

🔪🍢Contrary to popular belief, Tougou wants to get revenge on Chibita. Unfortunately for Tougou, Chibita has no clue who he is outside of some annoying old guy that keeps loitering around his cart.

🔪🔴 On the topic of Osomatsu and Tougou. Tougou can't even get his name right (usually calling him Osumatsu or Omomatsu), let alone care enough about him to take vengeance on some shitty NEET.

🔪🔴Osomatsu, on other hand, can't stand the sight of Tougou and push him into traffic if it was legal (jk, he would do it even if it wasn't legal). It wouldn't be so bad if Tougou just fucked off and never showed his face but... Nooo... Tougou just had to return instead of moving on with his life.

🟣🔵🟢🟡👚 On the side of the other Matsuno. Jyushi scares Tougou and he's convinced that Jyushi is some sort of cryptic. He found Kitty!Ichimatsu rummaging in his trash, at that point he doesn't know what to do about him. Choro and Kara generally don't trust him but they aren't outright trying to attack him so Tougou is cool with them. Todomatsu and Tougou silently hate each other.

🔪👩Tougou tried to attack Matsuyo for putting sleeping tonic in his food, he ended up having his ass handed to him and barely escaped with his nipples. Plus he keep picking on Matsuzo for being short (the fucking dickhead)

👨👩Matsuyo and Matsuzo would've either hounded the police or search for Osomatsu themselves if Tougou actually succeeded Osomatsu (bc I refuse to same people who fought a death god and aliens made counterfeit money to pay a ransom, jumped a barber for fucking up their kids hair would just go "Oh, some guy with a knife stole our kid. That fucking blows but I guess we can't do shit about."

👨Matsuzo can be summoned by singing the first five lines of the 80's anime theme. I mean it's practically canon. Choromatsu deadass starts singing the theme song and out of nowhere Matsuzo just ✨️pops✨️ out of nowhere. Like I refuse to believe that was a conscience, it was ✨️magic✨️

🏎️📻Osomatsu and That Toy Car Kid from the Tougou chapter still hang out. They usually go fishing, watch horse races (Oso bets, Car Boi just likes to watch), or pray on Tougou's downfall.

🔪💰This has no basis in canon but it's a funny brain worm I had stuck in my head. To lessen his sentence, Tougou "volunteered" (forced) to be an idol to entertain his fellow prisoners. It fucking blows. He was forced to wear this ugly ass, itchy as fuck knife suit. Had to sing these corny ass lyrics about weapons. His fans didn't even like him. His manager forced him to perform no what condition he was in as he raked in the money from his CD sales. The whole experience shaved 10 years off his life.

🔪💰Speaking of prison, Tougou was at the bottom of the pyramid in prison. Basically, someone start rumors of him being a ch0m0 and if you know how people like that are treated in prison, you can tell it wasn't pretty.

And finally, Mujirushi took place in the Osokun universe. Search your heart and you'll know it's true.

Whew. That was long. In all honesty, I had fun making this, though I may not do it again. I hope everyone enjoyed reading this.

Toodles!

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rabbitcruiser · 10 months

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National Junk Food Day

Junk foods are usually, by definition, high in fats, sugars, salt, and calories. But more often than not, they are delicious! Junk food day is the perfect day to treat yourself. On Junk Food Day, you get to eat anything you want. Eat any amounts that you want, too. Tomorrow, however, it’s back to a healthy diet.

It doesn’t have to be candies either. Like bacon? Eat so much bacon! Like chili cheese dogs? Eat all the dogs you want. Onion rings, yes please. Pizza? Have it for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. Junk Food Day is all about indulging in your favorites.

Please Note: Junk food may be hazardous to your health. After all, mom knows what’s best for you. Do so at your own risk. That risk includes having too much and Mom saying: “I told you so!”

Learn about Junk Food Day

Junk Food Day is a day that allows you to chow down on the foods that you usually would not. Junk foods, by their definition, tend to contain a lot of calories, salt, sugar, and fats, and they offer very nutritional value. You may think that it doesn’t do anyone any favors to have a day that is dedicated to junk food.

However, if you follow a healthy and balanced diet, there is nothing wrong with having one day of the year whereby you can eat anything that you want to. In fact, this is encouraged, because it means that you are more likely to eat healthily the rest of the time, right? Of course, it is up to you whether or not you decide to fully embrace Junk Food Day, but we know that we will be!

History of Junk Food Day

Upon searching for the history behind this food filled day, we found no information on the origin of this day. It was most likely created by a diet conscious individual or group who desired to eat junk food, without guilt, at least one day a year, sounds like a great idea to me. For it to become a “national” day it requires an act of congress. I don’t mind celebrating it anyway.

But, what about junk food? When did this start to come into our lives? Well, this coincides with the advent of packaged foods throughout the late 1900s. Of course, for decades, home-cooked meals were still the standard. However, after WW2, junk food really started to take off.

The population was traveling more and eating out more, and this resulted in fast food chains and the frozen food aisle really taking off. There were so many different foods for people to choose from. However, it was not until the 1970s that junk food started to get a bad name. This was when microbiologist, Michael Jacobson, actually coined the phrase. His aim was to try and curb our appetite for high preservative, high salt, and high sugar foods, which we were eating at a worrying rate.

Since then, there has been more knowledge and information about junk food, and a lot of food manufacturers have tried to make healthy versions of the junk food that we love the most! Nevertheless, if you have junk food now and again yet you generally maintain a healthy diet, it should not do you any harm! After all, we all deserve a treat now and again, right?

How to celebrate Junk Food Day

Celebrate this wonderful day by eating any sweet or salty treats you want! Bake cupcakes, make cookies, heat up some popcorn, buy some of your favorite candies. Invite friends over and have them bring in their favorites and make a junk food buffet and spend the rest of the day watching movies. You can always go get some fast food for fun. Take a cheat day from your diet and have dessert for dinner.

Consider trying some junk foods from other countries. Japan has a particular talent for making fun candy that you have to mix together. Look online to see if you can order special treats for the day. To name a few for you Korea has Cheong Woo Pumpkin Candy.

The Ukraine has Mr. Fizzy, a small hard candy that fizzes in your mouth. Columbia has Jet chocolates, a package of chocolates that also comes with a dinosaur sticker. Japan has Unican Mikita Melon Milk candy, a chewy candy with melon flavor. In Spain they have Violetas, sugar coated natural violets. In Poland they have a crunchy wafer-chocolate bar called Prince Polo made by Olza.

Another way that you can celebrate junk food is by creating your own versions of your favorite snacks. For example, instead of heading down to KFC, why not try making your own southern fried chicken? There are lots of great recipes online for junk food nowadays. In fact, you will see that there are some weird and wonderful creations, including different and unusual burger recipes and much more!

You may also want to decide to spend Junk Food Day with your friends. Why not host a junk food party? You can tell your friends that everyone has to bring carby and fatty foods. There are no green leafy foods allowed! Enjoy the day and indulge together. After all, it’s not like it is something that we all get to do all of the time, is it? So, you may as well make the most of it and indulge in those naughty foods. We won’t tell anyone!

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fontaineclafoutis · 1 year

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Elle's character story

Elle was born to a family of scientists: her mother is an astronomer, her father a microbiologist, and her older sister an engineer. All of them have earned prestige from the Akademiya (Rtawahist, Amurta, and Kshahrewar, respectively), in particular her mother, who graduated at the top of her class and was considered for a Rtawahist sage position. Elle, however, is something of a black sheep.

Growing up in Fontaine, Elle's teachers were aware of her parentage and the STEM-oriented teachers expected similar outstanding results in her academics. Unfortunately, it was quickly found that STEM is... not her forte, to put it nicely. She can retain information/facts and apply it in basic circumstances, but as for utilizing her scientific knowledge in tangent with mathematics and actual practice, she is average in most areas and sub-standard in others. This mildly frustrated her parents, but they also noticed the areas she excelled in: arts and humanities. With subjects like literature, art, philosophy, and history, Elle was a star pupil. While her parents did attempt to spark an interest in STEM somewhere along the line, they further encouraged her love of the subjects she naturally excelled in.

When Elle was about 8 years old, change began to take root in her household. Not a good one, either. Her mother began to drink heavily, embittered from being bound down by her career as well as her family and not being able to travel and live the life she wanted. As her alcoholism became more obvious, she would take her irritation out on her family. She made cutting remarks to Elle's father and she would spontaneously strike little Elle. Elle's older sister was spared this harshness due to being the 'princess' of the house and was instead spoiled by their mother.

Elle was not entirely left to her own devices in this situation. Each time her mother went on a tirade, her father would comfort her afterwards. He would scold her prideful mother (who would feign innocence) the next morning and he would get rid of all the liquor in the house. For a time, he and Elle would be spared. But sooner or later, there would be booze snuck into the house by her mother and the cycle would start up again. Occasionally, there would even be abstract whispers of her father taking Elle and stealing away in the night to a sanctuary away from her mother, but it never came to pass.

When Elle was about 18, with much insistence from her family, she applied and was accepted into the Akademiya as a Vahumana student with a focus on history. Excited to finally leave behind her turbulent house, she packed her bags and headed to Sumeru, exuberant at this chance for freedom. This excitement was short-lived.

When Elle arrived in Sumeru, the very same week that her courses began, she came down with a deadly illness that caused fever, emaciation, and agonizing muscle spasms that rendered her unable to speak or even sometimes breathe. She spent 3 months in Bimarstan as the doctors looked for a cure and she was frequently visited by her parents. During this time, Elle's mother stopped drinking and took on a protective, nurturing role that she had not seen since she was little. Elle said nothing, but was amazed at the transformation. Once her condition had stabilized and the doctors had created a suitable cure, Elle returned to the Akademiya.

In spite of her love of learning and perusing the thousands of available books, Elle did not enjoy the rigor with which her Vahumana professors approached her coursework. Additionally, she learned that the arts were frowned upon by the Akademiya, a concept that she found appalling. She would attempt to write papers arguing for the importance of arts and human expression, but they were shot down each and every time, which resulted in many a failing grade.

After 7 months of sleep-sacrificing effort and finding herself floundering in the ever-growing amount of work that she had to put in, Elle gave up. She submitted her withdrawal form to her disappointed professor and returned home to Fontaine. There, she faced shame from her parents, both of whom were exceptionally passive-aggressive about the amount of support, time, and Mora they had put into having her attend the Akademiya. More often than not, Elle would leave the house early in the morning and return late at night purely to avoid such remarks.

During her excursions, Elle began to explore parts of Fontaine that she had not visited since childhood. It was during this time that she rediscovered the Fontaine Museum of Art. She began to frequent the museum, allowing herself to get lost in the artwork that she had been deprived of in Sumeru. On one occasion, she was approached by an older gentleman and, noticing her interest in a century old painting, he asked her what captivated her about the piece. He was astonished when Elle gave a masterful analysis of the brushwork, palette, material, setting, texture, lighting, mood, time of creation, and regional technique, along with recognizing the artist's identifying mark despite the piece having no indication of the creator. The gentleman turned out to be the grandfatherly Head Curator of the museum and, deeply impressed by Elle's breadth of artistic knowledge and taste, asked if she might consider taking a job as his assistant. Elated but prudent, Elle told him that she would have to sleep on it, but she would give him a timely reply by the same time the next week.

The next couple of days, Elle stayed home to consider how to tell her family of the offer. During the months Elle had been home post-Akademiya, her mother had resumed her drinking habits and unpredictable behavior. Elle attempted to help around the house in order to give her less reason to drink, but it did not stop the cutting remarks her mother made about Elle 'being the family failure'. What her family didn't know was that Elle was packing her bags yet again. She was preparing to leave as well as bracing herself for what she had to do. The night of her departure came suddenly, but not entirely unexpectedly. Elle was confronted by her drunk mother and she finally reached her breaking point;

Elle demanded to know why her mother felt it so necessary to unload her frustrations with herself onto her own child. Why she had found it acceptable to strike an 8 year old girl with no method of defending herself and continue doing so for the rest of Elle's childhood. She demanded to know why her mother's arrogance prevented her from owning up to the fact that she could have left at any time, thus sparing everyone else the heartache and humiliation she dealt Elle and her father. She demanded to know why her mother had chosen to drown herself and her pity parties in booze when she could have taken the time to appreciate the tranquility and love of being with their family instead of throwing it out the window and making everyone endure the pain of a loving parent becoming an unpredictable, belligerent narcissist.

Shocked and enraged, Elle's mother reached out and slapped her. And just like that, Elle's choice was sealed. She left, her mother yelling obscenities after her, and marched off into the night with her luggage. Where was the fairness? When would Elle get back the childhood she had lost? Elle could have struck her mother back. She wanted to. She wished she could have inflicted the same years of abuse onto her mother as she had taken. But she did not, because she knew that by doing so, it would only confirm that her mother's rotten bitterness had wormed its way into Elle's behavior. And by acting on it, Elle would continue the vicious cycle of abuse. Walking out was Elle's revenge. This was her just desserts. This was her version of justice. As she walked through the darkened streets, lugging her bags, she barely noticed the new subtle glow just above her chest.

For 2 years, Elle has cut contact with her family. They do not know where she lives, nor what her life is like without them. Elle is happy and healthy, surrounded by art every day as she goes about her job and using her intellect in a way she never imagined she would have the pleasure of performing. At the end of the day, she goes home to a cozy apartment and takes up her latest sewing project, secure in the knowledge that she will never be struck by her mother (or anyone she loves) ever again.

#genshin #genshin impact #elle delacroix #tw abuse #tw alcoholism

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currently writing a short story about a time travelling microbiologist (cambrian noctiluca my beloved <3)

Through deep breaths, Farah explained, “Getting enough hydrogen ions was the limiting factor. Why did we not put them through CRISPR?” She gripped Cambrian’s shoulders in return. “Make the mitochondria and enzymes resistant to acids and put them in solutions with high ion concentrations. The enzymes go into overdrive and start producing way more energy than before. It’s enough to power the machine, Brie. I went back in time.”

i apologise to the biologists who know things. i wanted my time machine to be powered by mitochondria and by god theyre powered by mitochondria because the plot wills it

#I AM MAKING BULLSHIT UP!!!!#its sci-fi!!!!!!#eddie isnt in the ocean #writing #wip #science fiction #writeblr

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Saint Mary's School for Troubled Girls (Ma. Cristina)

Eric has a work project in Baguio and will stay in her estranged sister's home, Cristina or Tina.

Eric has 5 other siblings. 4 other boys and only one girl, Cristina. Though Eric has been the closest to Cristina next to Alfred who is born a year ahead of Cristina, Eric feels nervous around her as they haven't been together this long ever since Tintin was 16.

Cristina is research microbiologist in a university. She is meticulously clean and religious. Dainty and feminine, Eric reveals that she's not weak and that's why he is scared of her because she could stand up for herself and fight.

Eric notices that Cristina comes out every night and comes back early in the morning.

Eric though always notices Cristina's still dainty behavior from her dressing, calculated actions and being a neat freak. Tintin has a cat named Bimbo who didn't like Eric at first.

He slowly notices Cristina becoming a woman but though she has parade of suitors, she has no lovers.

He has learned a few things about Cristina. Cristina spent college in Baguio and only comes home every year but they never talk as Eric is married and sometimes he is at his wife's province.

After college, Tintin went to London to study take her Master's degree. Worked there for a year and has been abroad for four years before coming home. Tintin also often goes missing for religious travels and can't be contacted.

There are also tons of missing people.

Christina's friend, Angela arrives and seduces Eric. As they have sex, Angela made Eric reveals that he is attracted to his sister, Tintin.

Eric reveals more of Tintin's. When she was young their, godfather attempted to kidnap and rape Tintin. Eric comes to rescue but Tintin picked up a rck and beat up the godfather with it until it dies. Eric told Tintin to hide it so it won't complicate Tintin's life. He stripped off Tintin and changed her clothes. However in the following days, Tintin is scrubbing her hands off repeatedly untp it bleeds out.

Eric notices it makes her stop but she can't. She feels the guilt. Graduating elementary, she is invited to go to an exclusive all girls catholic boarding school in which she immediately went.

Eric and Cristina made a promise to forget what happened.

Eric reminds Cristina about that as he knows that when she cleans at 3 in the morning, he knows what's going on. Knowing what is her guilt he knows she has hurt someone.

Cristina says she's fine but Eric starts to notice that sometimes she's days away. He dropped in at her work and finds out she doesn't work there anymore.

A series of flashbacks shows that Eric has been visiting Cristina in the high school before he gets married.

Cristina tells Eric that she did again. She hurt someone again.

Cristina repeats the process of cleansing herself. Eric suggest she learns how to hold a gun or MMA. As she did.

Eric asks Cristina about it and Cristina says she quit months ago and is just doing volunteer teaching. He starts to question about her expensive lifestyle but Cristina shuts him off until she collapsed. Eric brought her to the hospital and learns that she has a wound in her leg caused by stabbing.

Years ago, During a summer vacation, Eric picked Cristina up going home to their province. Having grown close, Cristina often sneaks into Eric's room. They often spend a lot of time together in the paddy fields.

While drunk, Eric kissed Cristina on her lips when she was crying. Cristina confesses of being in love with Eric and shared a kiss.

Their mother is horrified seeing them hugging each other in bed seemingly intimate. She rushed Eric's wedding to a closer date and insists Cristina to stay in Baguio longer.

Eric told her they cannot do that again as they are siblings. Cristina then joined the order of Matriarchi as a paid hitgirl.

Eric asks Cristina about her strange behavior. Cristina reasoned out that it was just an accident. They get home and Eric takes care of her.

Eric and Angela continues sleeping with each other and asks about Cristina but Angela is mum about it.

Cristina and Angela are staking out on their new target. Cristina knowingly that Eric is also just behind them, they turned around leading him to a night club.

Eric got mad at Angela for bringing Cristina there and poisoning her mind. Cristina and Eric fought.

Meanwhile, Cristina learned Eric slept with Angela in her own house. They argued and Eric kissed her. Tintin pushed him away and told him to leave.

Eric left and goes home to their province for a while. While staying there, he has become indifferent.

His mother questioned him about Cristina and reminds him that they are siblings.

Eric though came back but has seen Cristina in a nondescript attire, soiled and hands bloodied.

Eric has thoughts that Cristina has killed someone or hurt someone again.

Cristina couldn't speak as who she killed that night was Angela who was doing crimes herself using the sisterhood.

Eric bathed her, seeing her body.

They slept beside each other. Eric tries to get the truth out of Cristina but she wouldn't say a thing.

Eric promises whatever her secret is there he will hide it no matter how bad it is.

Cristina cries and admits still having romantic feelings for him. Which shocks Eric and in turn he kisses her again and forcibly stripping her but Cristina stops her. She says they have to control themselves.

The next days, she tells Eric that she's looking for a new job. And that in the evening Eric catches her dolled up and going on an orchestra date with someone else which makes Eric jealous.

Cristina thougj has a new partner, Franco, temporarily.

They go to a orchestra to kill a target. Franco shows interest to Cristina and ends up having sex in a hotel room. Franco drops off Cristina late at night while Eric is waiting. They argued about about their relationship. When Cristina cried Eric confronted her and they kissed again before Cristina shuts the door.

The next morning, Eric tells her that he's leaving as his project is almost finished and will come back when needed.

Eric left and chose to stay in a hotel for the next few days until he returned to the province.

Cristina continues her relationship with Franco as Franco has been reassigned. Cristina works alone now as a killer.

Months went on until Christmas and Cristina comes back home to celebrate and Eric acts fine with her. Even as far as announcing to the family of Cristina's new boyfriend for the first time.

Going to the farm, the other men are entranced by Cristina's demureness and femininity and has been the subject of attention even to their very own relatives so Eric went along with her.

They talked normally asking each other's lives since they separated ways.

Eric sort of insulted her pretentions of being clean and holy when in fact she is very dirty herself.

Cristina slapped him and Eric attempted to rape her in the middle of the grassy lands. Cristina almost bludgeons Eric but she stopped. She hugs Eric and it later pours down. Cristina kisses Eric he ended up giving her oral sex. He pulled her into the nipa house near the farm and had passionate sex for the first time.

While drying their clothes after the rain, they are both naked talking. They get into reality what will happen to them. They are not allowed to be together.

They both agreed to let it pass for a while and hide for as long as they can. They both made up rules that they can't have sex in the house where Eric's family is at and where their parents and siblings are.

They had sex again before going home but Eric warns Cristina to avoid their mother's suspicion as she already had an idea about them.

BOOK 2

Their sexual relationship continues when they are both alone or sometimes they check in a motel. Cristina has to come home still not breaking up with Franco.

Eric comes back to Baguio and continues the relationship with Cristina.

Cristina and Franco though argues with their arrangement. Then Franco catches them kissing. So Franco traps Eric and Cristina together until they are having a threesome.

Franco promises to keep their relationship and will let her be in relationship with Eric.

Franco though has a secret gay identity. He is the son of a congressman and he can't be caught gay.

As their relationship progresses, Eric's wife, Janna is suspicious of Eric having another woman in Baguio and asks Cristina. Cristina promises to guard him while engaging in sex with Eric.

Meanwhile, Eric still has no idea about Cristina's double life.

Eric and Janna's argument kept getting worse. Their mother is also becoming suspicious so Cristina and Franco announced getting married because Franco is being pressured as well.

The suspicion dies and a mont later, Franco and Cristina got married.

Eric took Cristina's condo unit so Cristina could stay at Franco's house. But it's for show.

They are still having sexual relationship. Christmas time arrives, Janna caught them having sex. Cristina shoots Janna fatally and then Eric but in areas where he will still survive.

She tells Eric she has to do that and leaves to steal things in the house to make it look like a robbery homicide.

She drives away and Eric is contacting police while nursing Janna and his own.

Book 3

Janna eventually dies but Eric is in a coma for three days. Everyone is in the burial and Cristina is watching Eric and explained everything and apologizes. Eric forgave her.

After a few days after burying Janna, Eric gets well and is investigated.

Cristina has to leave to let everything chill.

Cristina comes back and continues their immoral relationship. Eric moved to a new house with his children and there Cristina can freely be with Eric.

Later, ballistics shows up on Agent Daniella radar where the same weapon used is consistent with former murder victims in other parts of the country.

Cristina admits the truth to Eric but he accepts her.

Daniella though sympathizes with Eric and is curious with Cristina.

Daniella ends up sleeping with one and the other thinking the siblings don't know about it.

Cristina becomes jealous so he ended the relationship with Daniella.

Cristina did the same. Daniella though comes closer to the truth.

Discovering Cristina crimes.

Franco killed Daniella and warns Cristina that the order is turning against her for killing an innocent person.

Cristina decides to end her relationship with Eric to pay for her sins. Eric though rapes her and puts her in a secret place to hide for a while. Franco helps out as the order is hunting her.

Cristina and Eric continues their relationship until she got pregnant

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#aFactADay2024

haha fooled again, you loser!! the Irish language was actually invented by Mark Okrand in December 2024 after the reunification. here's the real fact:

#1187: Nonresia nomeni is a fairly common species of bacteria. it's an extremophile, unique in that it thrives in high voltages: it uses the power to keep functioning without nutrients for long periods of time. it's usually found on electricity pylons; some cultures have been isolated from fuseboxes and the likes but not many. microbiologists reckon it must've evolved in the past century or so. they have an interesting life-cycle: they live most of their lives on overhead wires, and travel between them on the feet of birds that land on them. during the "avian" stage, it enters a massive feeding frenzy and rapidly increases in size, but while "sessile", they slowly undergo mitosis several times, thinly covering lengths as long as a meter from a single grandmother cell, in an environment without competition. oh and don't worry: they're harmless to humans :)

#afactaday #aFactADay2024 #fact of the day #fotd2024 #this post was auto-posted by flanbot

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New research on microbes expands the known limits for life on Earth and beyond

New research led by Stanford University scientists predicts life can persist in extremely salty environments, beyond the limit previously thought possible.

The study, published Dec. 22 in Science Advances, is based on analysis of metabolic activity in thousands of individual cells found in brines from industrial ponds on the coast of Southern California, where water is evaporated from seawater to harvest salt. The results expand our understanding of the potential habitable space throughout our solar system, and of the possible consequences of some earthly aquatic habitats becoming saltier as a result of drought and water diversion.

"We can't look everywhere, so we have to be really deliberate about where and how we try to find life on other planets," said senior study author Anne Dekas, an assistant professor of Earth system science in the Stanford Doerr School of Sustainability. "Having as much information as we can about where and how life survives in extreme environments on Earth allows us to prioritize targets for life-detection missions elsewhere, and increases our chances of success."

Scientists interested in detecting life beyond Earth have long studied salty environments knowing that liquid water is necessary for life, and salt allows water to remain liquid at a wider range of temperatures. Salt can also preserve signs of life, like pickles in brine. "We think that salty places are good candidates for finding signs of past or present life," said lead study author Emily Paris, a Ph.D. student in Earth system science who is part of the Dekas Lab. "Salt could be the very thing that makes another planet habitable, even though it's also an inhibitor to life in high concentrations on Earth."

The new research is part of a large collaboration called Oceans Across Space and Time led by Cornell University professor Britney Schmidt and funded by NASA's Astrobiology Program, which brings together microbiologists, geochemists, and planetary scientists. Their goal: to understand how ocean worlds and life co-evolve to produce detectable signs of life, past or present. Understanding the conditions that make an ocean world habitable, and developing better ways to detect signals of biological activity, are steps toward predicting where life could be found elsewhere in the solar system.

Paris says we should also consider how changing salinities impact ecosystems here on Earth. For example, receding water levels in Utah's Great Salt Lake have caused an increase in salinity that could affect life all the way up the food chain.

"Beyond a life-detection perspective, understanding the impact of salinity is important for conservation and sustainability on Earth," Paris said. "Our research shows how increasing salinity changes microbial community composition and rates of microbial metabolism. These factors can impact nutrient cycling, as well as the lives of crustaceans and insects, which are essential food sources for migratory birds and other aquatic animals.

Saltiest waters on Earth

Travelers flying over salt ponds like those at the South Bay Salt Works—where samples for this study were collected—or along the San Francisco Bay can spot a kaleidoscope of some of Earth's heartiest microbes glowing neon green, rusty red, pink, and orange. The patchwork of colors reflects the array of aquatic microbes adapted to survive at different levels of salinity, or what scientists call "water activity"—the amount of water available for biological reactions that allow microbes to grow.

"We're curious to find out at what point water activity becomes too low, salinity becomes too high, and where microbial life can no longer survive," said Paris. Seawater has a water activity level of about 0.98, compared to 1 for pure water. Most microbes stop dividing below water activity of 0.9, and the absolute lowest water activity level reported to sustain cell division in a laboratory setting is just over 0.63.

In the new study, the researchers predicted a new limit of life. They estimate life could be active at levels as low as 0.54.

The Stanford scientists teamed up with colleagues from around the country to collect samples from the South Bay Salt Works, home to some of the saltiest waters on Earth. They filled hundreds of bottles with brine from ponds of varying salinity levels at the salt works, then drove them back to Stanford for analysis.

Finding life faster

Previous studies looking for the water-activity limit of life have used pure cultures to look for the point at which cell division stops, marking the endpoint of life. But in these extreme conditions, life doubles painfully slowly. If researchers rely on cell division as their test of when life ceases, they face years-long lab experiments that aren't practical for graduate students like Paris. Even when conducted, studies on cell division don't indicate when life dies; indeed, cells may be metabolically active and still very much alive, even when not replicating.

So Paris and Dekas looked at microbes from open-air salt ponds to identify a different limit of life—the limit of cellular activity.

The research team made three key improvements to previous research. First, instead of using pure cultures, which are a scientist's standard best guess at which particular species or strain of microbe is going to be the most resilient, they went to an actual ecosystem. At the salt works, the environment naturally selected for a complex community of organisms best adapted to those particular conditions.

Second, the researchers used a more flexible definition of life. They considered not only cell division, but also cell building as a sign of life. "It's a little like observing a human eating a meal, or growing. It's a sign of active life, and a necessary precursor of replication, but much faster to observe," Dekas said.

In hundreds of brine samples—some of them so salty they were thick as syrup—they identified the water activity level and how much if any carbon and nitrogen was being incorporated into cells found in the brines. With this approach, they were able to detect when a cell increased its biomass by as little as half of 1%. By contrast, conventional methods focused on cell division can only detect biological activity after cells have roughly doubled their biomass. Then, based on how this process slowed as water activity decreased, the scientists predicted the cutoff for it would stop altogether.

Third, while other scientists have measured carbon and nitrogen incorporation in brines at a bulk level, the Stanford team conducted a cell-by-cell analysis with a rare instrument at Stanford called a nanoSIMS—one of only a handful in the country. This sensitive technique allowed them to observe activity in individual cells in the midst of other "pickled" cells whose presence would obscure the signal of activity in a bulk analysis, and achieve their low detection limit.

"Single-cell activity analysis of environmental samples is still pretty rare," said Dekas. "It was key to our analysis here, and as it is more widely applied I think we will see advances in microbial ecology that are broadly relevant, from understanding global climate to human health. We are still only beginning to understand the microbial world at the single-cell level."

TOP IMAGE....The Oceans Across Space and Time research team collected brine from South Bay Salt Works during an initial field trip in 2019. Credit: Anne Dekas

LOWER IMAGE....Estimated aw limits for detectable anabolic activity using linear regression. Closed circles represent average log(Cnet%) or log(Nnet%) values for active cells in each lake. Open circles represent estimated aw limits (value in box) for detectable anabolic activity. Shaded area represents 95% confidence intervals. Credit: Science Advances (2023). DOI: 10.1126/sciadv.adj3594

#science #space #astronomy #physics #news #astrophysics

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metaphysicalpistolsoraclemine · 7 months

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Bifurcation Madness

Dearest Children of The Sun,

Many of us are aware and observing the accumulative effects of the Bifurcation in which a Point of Divergence has occurred in the perception of reality and the chasm between the 3D Controlled Narrative and those on the ascending path is growing rapidly. This is the time to take stock of how well we are coping with the Bifurcation Madness on the earth, as the collective mind of humanity travels the path of the Dark Night of the Soul. There are groups of humans that are connected to a third dimensional morphogenetic blueprint, and there are groups of humans connected to a fifth dimensional and higher morphogenetic blueprint. This energetic chasm generates difficulty in connecting or communicating with those on the descending timeline, as they simply cannot see or perceive what those on the higher timeline are seeing and perceiving.

We will have some casualties at this time, with those who are not awake and are suffering from trauma-based mind control and the uncontrollable impulses of GOAT Mind. However, it is important to know that the planetary Ascension is accelerating now with the return of the Solar Consciousness of Christos to the Earth, and nothing can or will stop the organic timeline of disclosure. Many incredible things to support humanity are happening from behind the scenes and within the planetary architecture which confirm that the current dark reign of terror and genocidal campaigns are temporary.

Whether asleep or awake, our self-mastery is measured through how we personally deal with the stress and chaos of the environment and knowing when to exercise discernment by limiting our daily exposure to a host of Mind Control-based deceptions. No person on this earth is exempt from sensing the massive fields of fear, chaos and Confusion that exist in the collective mind of humanity and the spiritual warfare that is being transmitted from the darkest non-human fields of Anti-Christ. In every area of our lives, when we generate belief systems, thoughts, behaviors, emotions and actions, this accumulates into energetic content that combines with the vibrationally matched consciousness fields that are circulating in the environment.

Moving forward, we need to seek inner truth and divine purpose to neutralize the external forces of chaos as the energetic content that we send out into the field will return back to us with increasing immediacy, and even instantaneously. Whatever the quality of energy that we broadcast out into the Universe, it sets into motion the accumulative frequency of the energetic content that will be directly returned back to us. This is why it’s crucial to be able to connect to our heart and find our inner stillness in prayer and Meditation, and broadcast as much unconditional love, Forgiveness, peace and gratitude to the Universe as possible. Some of us will be placed in a very uncomfortable position where we will have to take a stand for what is right and truthful in a situation. The only barometer will be the instantaneously powerful sensation of what your heart guides you to do in that exact moment, which is the right action to take even if it is unpopular. These are times in which we must choose to listen to our inner spirit and God above all things.

The current agenda is painful to witness as it comes with consequences to those we love and care for. We can observe the terrorization of humanity to become complicit and compliant to a massively orchestrated global genocidal campaign, along with the roll out of experimental toxic injections and testing swabs filled with Nanotechnology, Faulty Proteins, prions and Morgellons fibers. Sadly, many people have fallen prey to the predator’s Propaganda, who desire to destroy as much as they can as they rapidly lose power in the world. On a positive note, there are many doctors, microbiologists, pharmaceutical professionals and concerned citizens that are warning the public and providing hard evidence of the genocidal agenda which is being reported through alternative media.

If we can see the current soft kill measures in the environment that have been methodically put in place through the well thought out long-term planning of the Controllers, we can easily see the hidden purpose of these genocidal methods, including the eugenicist policies and censorship put in place by the Global Health Mafia. An example of active soft kill agendas is the enforcement of legal poisoning in the general public through vaccinations, water fluoridation, GMO, Chemtrails, herbicides, pharmaceutical drugs, aborted fetal tissues, nanotech and other pathogenic biological weapons. All of these examples change the electromagnetic frequency and chemistry of the human body, radically impairing the functioning of the brain, central nervous system, immunity and RNA-DNA communication signals. To ascend and embody our Inner Christos, we need a relatively functioning Bio-Neurology that connects the Soul and Monadic layers into our physical body via our Brain, nervous system and bodily fluids

.The latest mRNA vaccine abomination is targeting the human Brain and bio-neurology in such way that the spiritual layers of the consciousness body are shown to disintegrate at cellular levels and then disconnect from the physical matrix entirely. This is the retaliation tactic to counter the impacts of the current planetary Plasma Activations in which Solar Synthesis is occurring, but is being blocked by those who are terrorized in fear while running AI mind control algorithms in their Limbic System, which is referred to as GOAT Mind.

The most empowering step we can take now is to refuse to be terrorized in fear and complicit with this human genocidal campaign by compassionately educating others, finding others that know the truth behind this agenda and commit to developing our heart-based relationship to our higher self. We must find within our heart the direct connection to God, our highest power, and to seek inner guidance and higher truth to help direct us forward. When we are spiritually connected, we gain the inner strength, courage and higher intelligence that lends itself to the coping skills we need to overcome this phase of the dark night of the soul and the aggressive effects of spiritual and biological warfare. We came to this earth to hold the light in the darkness, and this is the time we have been called to show up for God, Christ and all Children of the Sun. (For those new to ES we suggest the newsletters; Transhumanism, Bio-Neurology, Pestilence Program, Groupthink and Genetic Modification of Human DNA for further research on the long-term Controller agenda to hack the human bio-neurology for OWO global mind control and transhumanist purposes.

#goatmind #bifurcation #blendedrealites #ascensioncycle #childrenofthesun

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