#Hi! This is my original dialogue! Please do not steal this and use it for tiktok videos! Please do not steal it and change the ship!

[callsign-bunnie]

Ghost: Yeah, I think if DND was real life, I'd be a barbarian Alejandro, doesn't know what DND is, but knows what barbarian means: No, you're more of a caterpillar Ghost: Explain. Elaborate.

#Hi! This is my original dialogue! Please do not steal this and use it for tiktok videos! Please do not steal it and change the ship! #Alejandro COD #Ghost COD #Call of Duty Modern Warfare 2 #Ale and Ghost are best friends #alejandro & ghost #alejandro vargas #simon ghost riley #Incorrect COD quotes #Incorrect quotes #Source: ME AND MY WIFE #I SWEAR TO GOD IF I SEE THIS AS A TIKTOK WHERE SOAP HAS REPLACED ALEJANDRO I AM DELETING MY BLOG

[doomsdaybby]

finally posting my contribution to @carolmunson’s cutest writing challenge!

please please please join in if you can!! there’s no pressure, and I had such a good time with this. it made me all giggly and soft, which is something I haven’t experienced to this level whilst writing for a little while 🫶🏻

the scene: a romantic night in at the trailer

props: a throw pillow, vanilla frosting, a small notebook

dialogue prompts can be found in the original guidelines post linked up top!

word count: 3.5k (huh?!!? this ended up a lot longer than I anticipated)

content/warnings: female physical descriptions and she/her pronouns used for reader character throughout, original series eddie (no au), friends to lovers, questioning relationship (unestablished, that weird in between), first date, fluff on fluff on fluff, a little angsty at the start but we lighten up, cringe-worthy flirting that makes my heart flutter, first kiss (🥹!!!!), slightly suggestive (no smut), swearing.

The cool evening breeze sweeps at the hem of your pinafore dress, a fitted denim ensemble that hugs the fat of your hips and thighs, sitting snugly at your waist, paired with a pretty floral long-sleeve.

The trailer park can be spooky at this time of night, especially with a little chill in the air - you have always gotten the creeps standing out here too long. You tuck the two VHS tapes you’d brought along under your arm, a six-pack of Miller Lite beers grasped faithfully in one hand, the other free fingers fidgeting with some loose cotton strands at the end of your sleeve.

Now that you were here for a date, you surely couldn’t just knock twice and waltz in like you own the place, like you usually do. Jesus, your collar is fucking tight. You fumble with your shirt, forefinger raking back and forth over the threads, the thin material somehow not granting you enough precious airflow.

You had never been so nervous around Eddie. Never had you really needed to think about your outfit or your hair or even your goddamn makeup.

But now. Now, it was different. After a slip of the tongue amidst a heated argument over something that you couldn’t even place clearly anymore. One that erupted because Eddie had failed another math test, or another subject similar along those lines. Not caring about his education enough to actually scrape his high school diploma from the bottom of the barrel, one that would soon be a vacant void if he didn’t pull his head out of his ass.

“Why do you even care?!” he had yelled at you, actually fucking yelled. Eddie hated the way you looked at him, eyes laced with disappointment and an anger you didn’t mean; the downturn of your brows and a deep crease at the very top of the bridge of your nose. A place that he had wanted to litter with gentle kisses more times than he could count.

It had shocked him too, the sudden raise of his voice, an air of malice coating the words. Though it wasn’t aimed at you, not really. Eddie just couldn’t bear the idea of you, somebody he cares so much about, being yet another person that viewed him as such a failure.

It had just tumbled out, an admittance of pathetic besotted pining that had built to mountainous heights over the years. A mentos in a cola bottle, the whistle of a kettle on the stove at boiling point, you just couldn’t help it.

“Because I like you!” you had called back twice as loud, though the ferocity was near triple of Eddie’s.

“Like, really fucking like you, Eds” you admitted quieter that time, only able to steal quick glances at his astounded expression - a jarred sort of picture painted on his face, chocolate eyes wide and jaw loose at the hinges.

“You… you do?”

So here you stood one week later, on a chilly mid-March Saturday night, on the front step of Eddie Munson’s trailer - a person who you held near and dear as a friend since middle school and, at arm's length, a kindling flame, always believing that your infatuation was completely one-sided.

Therefore once your romantic desires turned out to be reciprocated, your heart was in your throat and your head spun dizzy in a dream-like state.

Another flatten of the front of your dress, a press of your middle finger to the tacky gloss of your lips, and you were knocking on the front door. Folding your arms over yourself was a grand task to keep yourself busy for a moment - fingers strangled by the plastic casing surrounding the alcohol and tapes almost slipping from under their secure hiding spot.

You start to pick clumsily at the skin just above the nook of your elbow whilst you wait for said date to answer the door. Of course he didn’t keep you waiting long, though it was foreign for him to have to answer the door to you. Eddie appears in five seconds flat, hair perfectly mussed and the waft of his aftershave - the surprisingly good kind, pine and amber - erupts millions of butterflies in the pit of your stomach.

You feel like a dumbass kid, one disgustingly love-struck and naive. A feeling you aren’t overly familiar with, not to this degree. Of course you had your school girl crushes, fawning over your too large poster of Rick Springfield you had pinned up on proud display at the back of your bedroom door.

But with Eddie? It was totally unmarked territory, when you step meekly into his living room, uncharacteristically bashful, it sets alight that same adrenaline rush as if you were diving headfirst into shark infested waters. This was real life, your real life. He wasn’t a chart-topping celebrity you had ripped pages out of magazines for, Eddie was someone you had known only on platonic terms for nearly ten years.

“You look nice. Like, uh, really nice” Eddie compliments as he shuts the door.

“Y’made an effort for little ol’ me?” his grin stretches wide, a real pretty wide, a sort of grin that has never-ending smile lines rippling across his pink cheeks. Eddie matches your bashfulness, a shared tensisity that envelopes the air between you like thick black smoke accompanying the climbing licks of a fire.

You snort, such flattering remarks like this from him in this context was weird, but it felt so fucking good.

“You clean up pretty well yourself” your smile matches his, and it was true. Eddie did make an effort when it mattered; decked out in neat black jeans that unusually had no holes in the knees, the same makeshift handcuff belt, a faded white Van Halen t-shirt, completed with a dark olive green flannel that was cuffed to the elbows as the cherry on top.

The man was looking delicious, the same ripened fruit that tempted Eve in the garden of Eden, but you try not to stare too hard.

“I brought a couple movies,” you say, setting the beers atop the kitchen counter. “We’ve got ‘The Texas Chainsaw Massacre’ or one that Harrington said was pretty good, ‘The Breakfast Club’”.

You hold them both up to Eddie, who is smirking, a boyish expression that makes your stomach do backflips.

“Those are two wildly different options,” he snickers for a moment, a small pause before continuing with a mischievous bite, “And Harrington, huh?”.

Your brow raises warily, sensing a playful game of verbal tennis stirring up between you, the atmosphere electric. “I mean yeah, he does work there, Eds”.

“Aaahhh,” Eddie strings with an epitome of understanding, one you’re not certain that you’re following. “Now I know why you were almost a half hour late. Y’been chatting it up with other guys.”

“Don’t be like that,” you scold him lightly, “That’s not even true! Plus, do you really think I'd be here on a date with you if I had the hots for pretty boy?”.

Eddie takes pride of place at the end of the couch closest to you, hair enveloping his face as he crosses the living room.

“Oh? So he's a pretty boy now too?”.

You’re propped up against the kitchen counter, hip to the wooden cabinet, elbow leaning on the counter top. “You are the easiest person to get a rise out of, you know,” there was that smile again, a fond roll of your eyes in hand with the blooming cherry red at the apples of your cheeks.

Plus you’re prettier anyways, by a long shot.

“Hm. Will need to have a talk with Stevie-boy about trying to steal my girl”. Eddie notices the beaming display of pearly whites that earns him, one as radiant and scorching as the July afternoon sun.

‘My girl’.

It lights you ablaze from the inside out, the pound of your heart a booming bass drum in your ears, one vicious and overwhelming, and you suddenly become aware of every single vein and delicate capillary rushing with red hot blood.

“So… movie?” you’re holding up the chunky VHS tapes in either hand, insinuating pointedly to the macabre horror you were both certainly more inclined to, a jiggle of the dull clunk of plastic on plastic.

“Your choice, babe.” Eddie stretches an arm across the back of the couch, one leg swung up onto the well-worn cushion folded into a triangular shape. The space he had left for you was near disastrously tempting, able to fit perfectly cozy beside him, head crooked into the juncture of his neck.

Babe wasn’t new, but tonight it strung velvety smooth across his vocal cords with a much rosier lilt. Of course Eddie notices the bite at the inside of your cheek, the tightening at the corner of your mouth whilst you turn away from him. God, you don’t think that you’ll ever get used to this sort of giddiness.

“You got popcorn?” a wiggle of your brows in his direction and he’s giggling, a noise you hadn’t quite heard, breezy and flippant, overly juvenile but it was endearing.

“Actually,” Eddie jumps up from his spot on the couch, the shabby fabric already indented with a shadowed figure, remaining perfectly vacant until the owner returned.

“I thought that we could make chocolate chip cookies. You like cookies, right?” He pulls the multitude of ingredients from the cupboards and fridge, a stockpile threatening to topple from his arms. You watch him fondly, head propped up on the heels of your palms.

“I wrote the recipe down in this notebook. Debbie a couple doors down wouldn’t let me borrow her cookbook, said I couldn’t be trusted. Not sure if they’ll turn out any good but, yeah,” Eddie peers at you doe-eyes as he scratches the back of his head, fluffy locks exaggerated. He had washed his hair, it was always a dramatic transformation when he did. You were special.

“You made all this effort for little ol’ me?” you perk up, eyes swimming crystalline, brimming with the kind of tenderness only you could omit. Eddie chuckles, flipping open the notebook to decipher his rushed scrawling decorating the lines in smudged black ink.

So you did bake cookies together, a welcome ease to the tautness that strung tight in the air. You could get used to this, pottering around the kitchen, knowing Eddie on this entirely new plane of existence. You bump hips and snicker like kindergarteners, swiping off stray puffs of flour that somehow managed to settle under his eyes, allowing your thumbs to linger there for some selfish moments too long.

“I ran out of like, the nice cups, is this okay?” Eddie hands you the now chiller beer on ice once your baked goods sat safe and sound on the oven rack, a rather ghastly looking E.T. printed onto the cool glass. The picture was chipped and scraped in parts, appearing crummy considering the movie was still fairly new, though you didn’t mind.

You survey the glass up at your nose, rotating your wrist clockwise and opposite, lips form a downturn when you realise that the poor friendly alien had been decapitated without the tender loving care it obviously needed.

“It’s perfect”, you exhale a brief laugh lightheartedly, patting the cushion beside you, and Eddie spared not a moment more before he dived onto the couch with a similarly shabby looking glass in hand, though this one was embellished with a flaking Lord of the Rings design.

Now you were lounging together, taking up that place beside Eddie you had peered at so ardently earlier in the night, his hair brushing your cheek and the trailer enveloped in a cushy blanket of navy, apart from the blaring flickering white of the television screen.

Your head rests against his collarbone, his own tilted downwards so that his jawline was cushioned by your crown. This kind of more intimate contact came with a natural ease that neither of you had expected. The longer the clock ticked by, spending time together like this went from the sensation of that first crisp splash into the deep end of the pool that froze you to the bone, slowly, to the comfortable warming lull of floating down the lazy river.

You could float down the lazy river hand in hand with Eddie for the rest of eternity.

You weren’t sure how long you both enjoyed each other's company, the closeness, the minor skin to skin contact - long enough to empty your first cups of beer. But the awful smell of something burning soon seeped in from the direction of your precious cookies in the oven.

Eddie’s head shoots up when yours does, two noses sniffing up at the air. Eddie darts for the kitchen, and low and behold, behind the dirtied glass of the door and swaddled in smoke, were some very cremated looking cookies.

“You didn’t set a timer?” you questioned him, following close to his heels as he allows the smoke to billow free. The kitchen area quickly enfolds with the smog, stinging your eyes and catching at the backs of your throats. It was only a matter of time before the noise of the movie was drowned out by the alarming smoke detector.

“You said you would!” Eddie asserts, dumping the blackened cookies into the trash bearing an extremely puppy-like look on his face as you’re fanning the detector with a dish towel.

He sets the now empty tray back on the counter, winces at the high pitched ringing whilst pressing his finger to close off one ear. With another few bats of the rag, the alarm finally shuts off, and Eddie stands hand on hip just staring at you.

You shrug your shoulders, a pitying purse of your lips when the boy's face falls, brows pinching ever so faintly. You could kiss away every sad face he ever pulled.

“You have any vanilla frosting?” you ask lightly, shuffling through the cabinets only to find a couple tins of canned soup and a box of half eaten cheeze-its. Eddie observes the ingredients you had packed neatly away next to the sink, unfortunately not enough remained to make another batch.

“I don’t know where you think you are but I can assure you that I don’t,” his voice is sterner than he intends, crossing his arms, pissed off at himself that he had messed up what he wanted to be a perfect first date.

“Sad,” you respond dryly through a suck of the teeth, tilting your head back and towards him, almost swinging from the handles of the cabinets. “I could eat that shit with a spoon”.

Eddie grimaces, “and you… like that?”.

You mirror his expression, glossy lips stretching into an open-mouthed half smirk, arms folded and shoulders slumped forwards, turning full bodied to step gradually into his personal space. You have to crane your neck up some to meet his eyes, ones as dark as a piping hot shot of espresso.

“Eddie, it’s okay,” you assure him when his spread fingers skate lightly along his clothed ribs, a self-soothing action you were well accustomed to, one that shatters your heart a little. “The grocery store might still be open, we can go get some ice cream”.

You run your own fingers along the tops of his arms, brushing beneath the cuff of his sleeves. Your touch was soft, delicate, fingertips glacial compared to the flush of his skin. Eddie Munson was on fire.

“Hey…” You press the palm of your hand to his cheek, stippled a carnation coloured pink due to the light buzz of alcohol, plus the fact that you were touching him so tenderly had his pulse point racing. It was an innate response, to reach up and press the plush of your lips to his cheek, barely an inch or two from the corner of his mouth.

“I’m having a really good time with you, okay?”.

“Okay…” Eddie murmurs back, a low melodious noise as one large fervent hand closes over the one you held to his face. You think that he is about to return the favour, maybe draw you into another one of many tight hugs you had shared before.

Except by the way Eddie tugs at your sleeve behind your elbow, his arms unraveling to welcome you chest to chest, you swallow over a dry throat in the moments it takes you to catch up.

Eddie’s lips are soft, you already suspected that by the pouts you were a victim to over the years, fleeting thoughts of what they would feel like pressed to yours.

His body invades yours, the kitchen surrounding you bleeding into a shadowy blur, bleeding hazes of the movie scenes bursting into crimson and neutral coloured supernovas. Your hands are buried in his shaggy brown locks before you could even register your movements, pinching at his roots at the nape of his neck.

It was desperate. It was downright addicting, the way he tasted. His lips tacky with your glassy strawberry flavoured gloss, smearing to the corners with every open mouthed part. It was a shot of heroine in your veins and the highest of highs Eddie could never dream of reaching, a hit like no other.

The ice wasn’t just broken, the entire frozen lake was smashed to smithereens beneath your feet. Though you cut it short before anything can get too hot and heavy despite the sting it spikes right at the center of your heart.

“For the record…” he interjects, a tiny whisp of a kiss pressed to the end of your nose, “I think you’re sweet enough. You don’t need any frosting” Eddie smirks when you part, tone less cloudy and more challenging, that lost puppy-dog expression replaced by a playful and troublemaking smugness.

Your lips seal together in a tight line, despite his atrocious attempt at some romantic banter, neither of you could keep it in for very long, and you both burst out in reams of laughter.

You push him away at the chest, though your hands certainly linger there, basking in the physical contact that you now craved more than ever. “Never say that to me again! Come on, loser. We have a movie to finish”.

Your attention no longer settles on the teens in peril before you, the guts and gore no longer piquing any iota of interest. Eddie’s hands were all over you, though not in a sinful sense. It was suggestive, sure.

The tap tap tap of his fingers at the inside of your thigh, an absentminded tick to distract Eddie’s racing mind. His nails skimming the tender ticklish flesh at the curve of your neck, catching the thrumming artery and the muted hitch of your breath, up behind the back of your ear and down to brush at your collarbone beneath your shirt.

You’re turned into him now, a casual position where you could both hide behind the throw pillow and giggle through a particular jumpscare.

“Stop making me nervous” you mutter, his grin lengthening twice as wide when he notices that you’re smiling too.

“I'm making you nervous?” he nuzzles his nose under your cheekbone, pressing further into you to trap you at the corner of the couch, one hand grasps at your shoulder whilst the other strokes small feathery circles just above your knee.

“Eddie!” you exclaim, sitting up and away a fraction from the warmth of his side, grabbing the throw pillow within your reach to swat at his chest.

“Baby”.

Your eyes light up, a startle shaking in your chest, releasing a whisper of a gasp you didn’t mean to. Eddie tilts his head to the side, closing the gap between you a little more, eyes heavy lidded and they twinkle with the reflection of the screen across the room.

His voice is low, muttering to you as if he’s sharing a secret. “I can call you that? baby?”.

“If- if you don’t stop that right now, Munson, we’re gonna have a problem”. Christ, he’s making you fucking tremble.

“Oof, and we’re back to last name basis,” Eddie feigns offense, palm to his sternum in a false wound of his ego. Though he’s impossibly close now, lips meer inches from meeting for a second time, and you can almost fucking taste him again.

“My girl seems to work pretty well on you,” his breath skims the bridge of your nose, cheap beer and spearmint.

“If you’re trying to make this go somewhere that you shouldn’t be…”

Eddie inhales a dramatic breath, clutching at his shirt. “How dare you suggest such a thing! I would never dream of taking advantage of such a sweet thing as yourself. I am a gentleman!” he proclaims, all gun but no smoking barrel.

“You’re talking out of your ass, Eds” you’re in stitches, a saccharine candy-coated chortle that knocks the wind from the space between your ribs, comedic horror plastered all over his face.

Then you’re pulling him in by the collar before he can utter another word.

now it’s time for me to read the whole freaking masterlist!!! 🫶🏻 let me know if you enjoyed!

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x female reader #writing challenge #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson fanfic

[qhazomb]

i really like this one theory i saw here that brought up the idea that rainbow isn't really desmond's "shadow." or at least, he wasn't originally, and isn't JUST desmond's shadow.

because when you compare rainbow to the other characters' shadows, he's VERY different from all of them. the other shadows often felt like they were one and the same as the people they represented the negative parts of. rainbow meanwhile feels entirely unique from desmond. some notable differences being his disdain for cats (whereas desmond clearly loves cats), he plays piano instead of guitar, and heck, dude also seems to be a way better artist than desmond is, when you compare the various doodles he includes on his notes to the faces desmond drew for the mannequins.

thinking about my spin on what exactly rainbow's deal is. maybe he was an entirely new consciousness that came into being as a result of so many people's minds becoming connected by the rainbow chemical. all that mental energy just kinda... coalesced into a brand new entity.

and then, for whatever reason, he found and attached himself to desmond. desmond's mind definitely influenced the way rainbow appears in the mindscape, and maybe his personality didn't fully solidify until he "settled down" in desmond's head. maybe he took on the role of desmond's "shadow" as the main thing the chemical was being used for was inducing extreme fear/mentally breaking people by bringing out their "shadows" to the forefront. he took on the role of desmond's shadow and also a representation of the psychoactive chemical that more or less created him. he did steal its name for himself, so.

basically, rather than truly being desmond's shadow, he's more like a... mental parasite, i guess you could say.

...and comparing him to a parasite feels pretty apt, imo. having him around actually helped desmond, in the end, and they do say that having parasites can actually be beneficial, as they help to calm down an over-active immune system and such. all the pushing and prodding rainbow had been giving desmond's brain finally pushed des to get his act together.

also, when considering the "not really a shadow but a mental parasite" idea, maybe a reason rainbow's so worried about mayer being stopped and the rainbow chemical being rid of, is because it might mean he'll be gone, too. if he truly was just desmond's shadow, then yeah he would still definitely be a permanent part of desmond's mind. but if he's actually something foreign, that was only able to get into desmond's head due to the chemical agent? then i could see why he'd have concerns about... being evicted, so to speak.

that said, i think des' brain has been so damn saturated in the stuff (that 'brain pulsing' comment at the end) that his brain chemistry has likely been forever changed, and rainbow might not actually have to worry about no longer getting to live rent-free in there. (especially if he continues to push the idea that oh yeah he's totally a natural part of desmond's mind, same as anybody else's shadow, don't worry about it, please put the mental de-wormer away, it's fiiiiiine.)

kinda but maybe not really?-related: i dunno if i just missed a note or failed to trigger some dialogue, but as far as i can tell, rainbow never seems to acknowledge rosemary, even once? like, not even when she completely foils his attempt at wasting desmond's time in the crypt. he never offers any reaction to that. and like, i feel like he couldda used her as further demotivation for desmond, like "if even the head researcher for this project was murdered for trying to stop it, what makes you think YOU'LL fair any better?" or something like that, but no. he never says or writes a word about rosemary.

not sure where i'm going with that bit, but i just thought it was interesting :U

#in sound mind #agent rainbow #desmond wales #rosemary james #ECP au

[bluntblade]

Thanks very much for the tag @sinvulkt - here we go...

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

71 as of just last weekend.

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

484,157

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Primarily Star Wars (and that mostly Sequel Trilogy, though I written some High Republic and a little Original Trilogy and Clone Wars), Horizon: Zero Dawn/Forbidden West and The Horus Heresy (WH40K)

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

Fire Hawk, Snow Thrush (Horizon Zero Dawn/The Frozen Wilds)

Episode IX: Resurgence and Reckoning (Star Wars Sequels)

Rex's Ruminations (Star Wars: The Bad Batch)

In the Footsteps of a Death Seeker (Horizon Zero Dawn/The Frozen Wilds)

Treat it like a Duel (The Horus Heresy)

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

If I get a comment then yes, I absolutely respond. They're relatively sparse for me, so I appreciate them very much.

6. What’s the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Angstiest ending, you say. I'm kind of bad at sitting in a bad feeli- no, I tell a lie. It's absolutely A Fine Officer, A Good Soldier. Captain Appo locked inside his own head by the Order 66 programming, watching helplessly as his body advances on the Jedi Temple with a blaster in his hands...

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

I'd say my Episode IX but there is a big sad beat toward the happy ending, so really Fire Hawk, Snow Thrush carries the day here.

8. Do you get hate on your fic?

Luckily no. My shipping choices and maybe other elements make my fics pretty niche, but that also means that I'm not involved in shipping drama, and I don't seem to enrage anyone to the point of leaving angry comments.

9. Do you write smut?

You won't find any under this moniker, that's all I'll say.

10. Do you write crossovers?

I don't presently, although, a year after everyone seemed to be drawing Spider-loys there is a full-on "Horizon characters as Marvel comics superheroes" AU running riot in my head (with Aloy dating Ikrie, who's X-23 Wolverine, Talanah as Hawkeye, Erend Odinsson, Helis as Venom and Regalla as the Prowler). If I ever free up the spare brainpower... maybe that'll happen.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Yep. It was one of those "steal fics to sell" trawls and it was very odd.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

I haven't, but if anyone would like to, please drop me a message.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic?

Not since my time in the Brotherhood of the Lost "alternate Horus Heresy" AU project, and that was fairly sparse too. I like collaborating more broadly, but when it comes to the writing itself, I prefer to fly solo.

14. What‘s your all-time favourite ship?

Rey/Kaydel in Star Wars, and Aloy/Ikrie in Horizon. I can't choose between those two.

15. What’s the WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

Probably one of my Sequels-era fics, set between The Last Jedi and Resurgence and Reckoning. I have some WIPs that threaten to be very plotty and I just don't have as much spare time as I used to. Also I have some OC apprentices for Rey and Finn, whose stories I really want to begin telling and promise to let me move the older characters forward as well.

16. What’s your writing strengths?

Probably my action writing. I read a lot of action and films and tv influence my prose a lot. I think a lot about rhythm, dynamics and all that stuff, and I just enjoy it, which probably helps.

17. What’s your writing weaknesses?

Mystery? I'm yet to really try to write one tbh, but I look at something like Glass Onion or Silo and just struggle to imagine coiling my brain into those shapes.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

I've only used it the once, I think, and very much for comic effect. It depends very much on how long a scene is, and how much I want to emphasise a language gap.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Horus Heresy

20. Favourite fic you’ve ever written?

Err. Arrgh. I really can't answer that. But I am very proud of my recent Star Wars: Lost Stars one, so let's say Stars' Flight.

Not tagging, but feel free to run with this :D

#My writing #my fanfic

[nekoannie-chan]

Too good

Pairing: Steve Rogers X Reader.

Word count: 1095 words.

Summary: You and Steve have been childhood friends, but it seemed like Steve wasn't going to be able to keep a promise.

Warnings: There’s a misunderstood between the characters.

A/N: This is my entry to @randomfandomimagine’s 10K Writing Challenge with the Trope prompt #1: Childhood friends to lovers and dialogue prompt #2:

“You’re too good for the world.”

Thanks to my beta reader @saiyanprincessswanie, I love you, Missy.

My native language is Spanish so I wanna improve my writing skills in English if you notice any mistakes, please let me know and I will correct them.

I don’t give any kind of permission that my fics be posted in other platforms or languages (I translate myself my work) or the use of my graphics (my dividers are included in this), I did them exclusively for my fics, please respect my work and don't steal it. There are some people here who make dividers that anyone can use, mine is not this type, please look for the other's people. The only exception is the ones I gifted 'cuz now belong to someone else. If you find any of my works on a different platform and are not one of my accounts, please let me know. Reblogs and comments are always welcome.

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Marvel's characters (unfortunately), except for the original characters and the story.

My other media where I publish: Wattpad, Ao3, ffnet.

If you like it, please vote, comment, and give me feedback to improve my skills and reblog.

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1945

 The memories were too many and now also painful as you looked at the last photograph that was taken of you and Steve. Shortly after the serum was injected into him you took a breath and closed your eyes tightly to prevent the tears from coming out.

"You promised me. You promised me that we would always be together,” you whispered in a broken voice.

When you got home you took out the photo album, there were many memories there, most of them were photos of you and Steve. Bucky was also in several of them given his friendship with Steve. Although Steve and you knew each other practically since you were born given your moms were close friends. 

You were supposed to be happy but then that brunette female came along. Thankfully you couldn’t remember her name. Could he have been unfaithful? Something wasn't right, even though you didn't know what to think or who to trust.

Steve had told you; that you were getting married after the war. That you would have a family and would be very happy. But now it seemed like an empty promise, he didn’t come back and you felt that a part of you had gone with him.

1933

 Bucky, Steve, and you walked back from school to your house. You always ate there and did homework together. Some girls called Bucky and he left with them. You grimaced in discomfort, Steve lowered his gaze, during all that time maybe he had misunderstood what was going on.

"Are you okay?" "Steve asked you.

"Yes...

"Y/N, don't lie, I know you.

"Remember my stained dress from last month when we were going to the exhibition?" you answered.

"I remember it,” Steve then understood why you were so upset. Those girls Bucky hung around had ruined your dress. “Did they do it?” he asked and you nodded; but you stopped him, you didn't want him to get into trouble as usual.

"You’re too good for the world," you said, as he looked at you. “Steve, I'm fine, if we just go somewhere else.”

1928

 You were walking back with the ingredients your mother had asked you to buy, "something" in one of the alleys caught your attention, you recognized it immediately, it was Steve, and you approached right away.

"Steve, are you okay?" you asked at the same time that you crouched down to see it better, everything indicated that he fought... again.

"Yes, I’m okay.”

"Don't lie, you fought again," you helped him get up. “Let's go to my house, I have to help you with those wounds.”

You did your best to make your mother not realize that Steve was involved in another fight, although surely, she knew he was in the house.

You started to heal his wounds, you didn't ask any questions, in the end, he always told you what had happened, this time was no exception, you smiled while listening to him, for some reason whenever that happened, you smiled every time you healed his wounds, although it seemed that you knew the reason and that was that you were in love with Steve, but you didn't dare to tell him.

"You’re too good for the world," Steve told you. You laughed softly and enjoyed those moments alone with him.

1934

 Bucky had taken them on another date, the girls ignored Steve as always and all the attention was grabbed by Bucky... as always; your date also ignored you. He seemed more interested in one of the other girls, you sighed and turned to see Steve when you realized it.

"I'm sure if we don't go, no one will notice," you whispered in his ear.

"But...”

"Come on, Steve, we don't need them to have fun.”

Steve took your hand and discreetly retreated, when you were already a few streets away, you stopped to laugh, you took his face in your hands and kissed him on the lips.

"What?" Y/N, what...?” Steve was confused when you separated, he just didn't expect it.

"I like you, Steve," you declared.

"Who? Me? I thought that you liked Bucky.”

"No, not Bucky, it’s always been you, Steve.”

Now he kissed you; Steve had always been in love with you too, but for a long time he thought you had feelings for Bucky and decided not to get in the way.

"Do you want to be my girlfriend?" He whispered shyly, the answer was clear when you kissed him again.

3 weeks later

 "I have a plan for us to have a triple appointment.

"We have plans for the weekend," you and Steve replied in unison.

"What?" But if I got quotes from each of you.

"Steve and I are in a relationship," you finally said.

Bucky was speechless and without words showing you were holding hands, you did not intend to answer his questions.

1943

 "But Steve...”

"I have to do it, I tell you that as soon as the war is over, I will return and we will marry as we have always dreamed," Steve interrupted you.

"Please...,” you begged by pouting, you were afraid of what might happen if he went, there was nothing to assure you that you would see him again.

The day he left, you felt that a part of you too. You didn't like what you were feeling, it seemed like it was the last time you were going to see him, although it wasn't something you liked to think about, in the end, you were hopeful that you would meet again soon and fulfill the promise you made.

1945

 You were sitting in the park again, your eyes filled with tears, in your hand you held the last letter that Steve had sent you. You always knew that he shouldn’t join the army, that despite everything it was a big mistake; you were so self-absorbed that you didn’t realize that someone was approaching you until suddenly everything became dark and you did not know anymore.

2010

 You opened your eyes, you didn't understand what had happened apart from the fact that you began to feel that your eyes weighed, the last thing you remembered was feeling a very strong blow and that everything had become dark and nothing more, you saw the calendar that was hanging on the wall, you didn't understand what was happening, but you closed your eyes again, you had never forgotten Steve's voice, not counting the phrase he always told you.

 "You’re too good for the world"

#10K Follower Writing Challenge #steve rogers x reader

[pelicantoes]

Just some goofy dialogue stuff I wrote recently. All of these are original characters. And no Batman isn't actually in there, it's just a surname. And Scaramouche stole her name from genshin, yes, but he's not the actual character. Although if you wanna read it as some Batman x Scaramouche thing then by all means, go ahead.

Alexis Batman: any pronouns (you will even get a genderqueer batman if you wanna read it as actual Batman!!)

Scaramouche Rossi: Italian. It's important. He/she (referred to as Mochi as well by Alexis)

Glow: they/them

Bree: she/her

Kaori: he/him

Fern: he/she

Aerhys: xe/xem (I truly apologize if I mess up xir pronouns, xe used to have he/they as well in an earlier development stage)

Comet: they/them

Drew: they/them

That should be all the characters mentioned. Have fun reading!!

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“Fucking Batman again,” mutters Scaramouche under his breath as she makes her way to their usual hang spot.

He and his friends are sitting on the bleachers, not so covertly checking out the sports team currently playing basketball. Scaramouche stomps over to them and pricks his finger into Batmans chest.

“What’s the matter Mochi?” There’s a shit-eating grin on his face. Glow whistles.

“You know damn well what it is.” Batman looks up at her with those stupidly long eyelashes, an innocent look on her face.

“Enlighten me.”

Scaramouche pinches his nose. “Stop stealing my fucking yoghurt. Bring your own shit. Oh and take that fucking shirt off,” she points to their stupid ‘italians are not real’ shirt.

He turns on his heel and takes off back to her own friends in the break room. Where they’re supposed to spend their break!

“Love you too Mochi.”

Scaramouche flips her the finger, only for her to laugh.

“Maybe try not antagonising her next time dude,” says Bree.

Scaramouche slams the door behind him.

Ofcourse, Scaramouche can be just as petty. The very next day he goes around hiding Batman's art all over the facility. It’s only during lunch break Batman comes to her.

Scaramouche takes a bite of his sandwich, chewing slowly, when a hand is planted on the wooden table next to him. Comet tries to stifle their giggles.

“Hello handsome,” Fern winks.

“I know it was you.”

A lazy grin spreads out over Scaramouche’s face. “I have not a single clue what you’re talking about.” Maybe she is a little bit too aware of Batman almost fully pressed against her back. When he flicks his eyes up she sees their intense eyes staring back.

“My art,” she sits down on the little chair next to her, “I know you hid it. Where is it?”

“A little egg hunt is quite fun, no?” Scaramouche leans teasingly closer. “Isn’t it, Batman? You may even find something…more interesting.”

Batman groans. “Just tell me where it is.”

“Now where’s the fun in that? Besides, I told you I don’t know where it is.”

Batman chuckles. “I’m gonna get you back for that.”

Scaramouche shrugs. “Let’s see where that gets you.” Her eyes sparkle dangerously.

“Oh, it’s on.”

“Bye!” Scaramouche waves in their face, a fake smile on hers.

Batman stalks off.

“Ieeeeee,” Comet squeals. “My baby is finally getting some bitches!”

Scaramouche rolls his eyes. “He’s annoying.”

Comet exchanges a glance with Fern.

“Annoyingly hot you mean?” Fern teases.

Scaramouche groans. “If you like them so much, ask them out yourself!”

Fern laughs. “Nah, I’ve got my partners already,” he throws an arm around Aerhys, “Besides I would rather keep my pretty face. Don’t you agree baby?” Fern bats her eyelashes at xem.

Aerhys promptly turns bright red and coughs, a little embarrassed.

Cyfrin fake gags. “Please be romantic somewhere else. Have respect for the aro community please.”

“Aww, but Aerhys looks so hot today.” Fern leans in a bit closer, pretending to go for a kiss.

Aerhys sputters. “I seriously hate you.”

Fern laughs. “Sure you do sweetheart.” She steals a little kiss on the cheek.

Scaramouche shakes his head.

“Don’t be sad Scara, I’m sure soon enough you’ll have your own hunk to kiss,” Comet makes kissy noises.

“I’ll kill you,” she glares at them.

“In this outfit? I don’t think so.”

Alexis falls onto the bench next to Kaori. “Fucking Rossi,” he mutters, annoyed.

Glow and Bree are distracted, playing a card game.

Kaori laughs. “Why do you let her get so under your skin anyways? He might start to think you like her more than you’re letting on.”

Alexis glares at Kaori. “That’s not it! She’s annoying as all hell. I gotta do something annoying tomorrow. To get him back.”

Kaori shakes his head. “Whatever floats your boat mate, just know what you’re getting into. Scara is a beast when she wants to be. Only scarier person is Drew.”

Alexis looks around. “Where’s that gremlin anyways? Haven’t seen them in class.”

Kaori leans a bit closer. “They killed someone yesterday.” His tone is soft, conspiratorially.

“Really? Who?”

Kaori glances around, then he whispers: “your mom.”

They stare at eachother for a few seconds. Alexis is not sure he heard that right. “You didn’t just say that.”

Kaori starts laughing.

“You have the worst humor!” Alexis bumps Kaori hard.

He falls off the bleachers, but he keeps on laughing. Alexis shakes his head. Indestructible, that one.

“Where’s Drew?” She turns to Glow and Bree, who have paused their card game.

“Dentist I believe,” Bree answers helpfully.

“Thank you Bree,” he breathes out, exasperated.

She grins. “That’s why you pushed him off?”

“He made a your mom joke! I thought Drew killed someone!” He explains.

Glow taps their finger against their lips. “I think they did though.”

Alexis is mentally preparing himself for the psychic damage they’re about to get. “Who did they kill?”

“Your other mom.”

“I’ll genuinely kill you.”

“Mhm, sure. I’ll believe that when I see it. Thallen would be more likely to kill me than you,” Glow bumps his shoulder.

Bree laughs.

“Thallen? You really think he’s more harmful than me?” Alexis gasps.

“You haven’t seen him in action,” Glow grins mischievously.

Alexis groans. “Glow no, no. Don’t tell me that’s what you’re implying. Please no.”

Glow shrugs. “Maybe.”

“He looks like a frat boy!”

“What are we talking about?” Kaori hangs off Alexis’ shoulder.

“Glow may or may not have fucked Thallen,” says Bree bluntly.

Alexis shushes her. “Not so loud!”

Bree shrugs. “Don’t slutshame people Lis.”

Alexis throws her hands up. “You guys are impossible sometimes.”

“Damn right we are.”

#Scaramouche #Batman #writing #ocs #my oc #my writing #dialogue #Drew #Drews universe #lgbtq #genderqueer #bigender #nonbinary #queer #original writing #neopronouns #xe/xem #he/she #they/them

[garretgentleman-art]

This dialogue looks weird because it use information that will never  mentioned again. I understood this dialogue only after I read a play "Waiting for Godot". Are you kidding me? Now do I need to read french plays to understand what this game is about? You know, if you're going to do a reference a 20th century book, you really have to make sure people from all countries at least know it exists. It's not Victor Hugo who was advertised by Disney, after all.  But okay, that's not a real problem. I'm more want to know how do I should INTERPRET this dialog now??? Like breaking the fourth wall, where is the developer of game is joking, and we must pretend that this dialogue does not exist? Is Atmey joking because he loves this book? But the characters didn't get the joke, so this is pointless! Or should we forget about the book and interpret that Atmey was really impressed with the prosecutor/embellishing to scare Phoenix/realized that Godot suspect him of stealing the urn and was delighted?? 

And what about Miles? Does he love this book too? 

Did he recognize Diego Armando, who was a cool lawyer? I mean obviously. He could write a recommendation to his boss for Diego. But where did Atmey get the information about Miles by the way?... And why Miles's opinion is important for him. This is so weird, it looks like a continuation of the meta joke which we should ignore too, ugh...

... I will think that he saw this book in Mia's office (she borrowed it from Diego to read and never returned it). And no one will stop me.

Yes-yes, very cool an introduction of a character. And yet, horrible HORRIBLE decision, dear game. Story and characters > cultural reference-joke, thank you very much. P.s: I know, that Godo is RIVER that Dahlia jumped into (Eagle River in the eng-version), so I guess there is no reference to the French play in the original game. But what about Miles? I don't know Japanese, I can't look the original game and fact-check, so I used anime. Oh my god, this dialog don't has the contradictions now! 

It's so damn stupid when translators make up their joke and break the plot in the process. Thanks for the headcanons, but next time please don't. I'm sad because I don't know how to fact-check this dialogue too

#ace attorney #diego armando #prosecutor godot #phoenix wright #maya fey #miles edgeworth #my text

[trufannekiawilson]

What if The Vault Tec Rep was a companion? This idea has popped into my head since my first post of re-writing the original Fallout 4 story. Because some characters were shifted around and motivations changed, this gave the opportunity for other characters to fill roles. In this post I will explain what a player would experience if The Vault Tec Rep was a companion. Please feel free to read the first re-write here.  

In my original re-write post the player is released from cryo sleep by Codsworth who was hacked by Shaun. The player character has amnesia and must use The Memory Den to uncover why you’re the sole survivor of Vault 111. I felt like having the opening later in the story made for a more engaging plot. And as a result the Vault Tec Rep loses his role as the guy who you chose the stats from. Instead he will merely repeat back to your stats back to you. The Vault Rep based on your interaction with him will cause him to have different dialogue when you meet him later.

When you go to The Hotel Rexford, talk to Clair Hutchins at the front desk, She will tell you that one of the tenants is being a nuisance. Of course this tenant will be our Vault Rep. Clair will also mention her boss Marowski wants him gone. And if you go talk to Marowski, he will give you the option to get rid of the tenant “permanently” but discreetly for double the caps. 

The best part of Fallout is having different options and learning about the world. Would your character ask this tenant to just leave? Maybe your character is evil and would hurt someone for caps? Whatever you decide the choice is yours. Learning stuff is boring when done through a terminal or holotape. It robs the player of meaningful interactions. Just think about it. Would you rather learn that The Vault Rep was just living in Hotel Rexford as a recluse on a terminal. Or would you rather hear it from a mob boss character like Marowski? And he will  explain that the tenant could always come back so he would rather have them killed. The hotel is barely scrapping by since Hancock took over. He would get one of his boys to do it but Hancock is a bleeding heart and he could end up kicked out of Goodneighbor So that’s why he asks you to do it. We’ve not only expanded characters but we also learn a bit more about the world in a more natural way.

After accepting the quest and going to the tenant's room you’ll get a prompt to knock on the door. The tenant will not open the door but ask you to leave. So you’ll either have to convince him to open the door through a speech check. Or if you fail the speech check you can pick the lock. How ever you get the door open the tenant will be revealed to be the ghoulified Vault Tec Rep. He’ll be very surprised to see you and based on how you treated him in the flash back he’ll have unique dialogue. For example if you were mean he’ll say “I-It’s you! You’re that asshole from two hundred years ago! How’s this possible?” Afterwards you can convince him to leave, kill him for the caps or convince him to follow you.

As a companion The Vault Tec Rep will like it when you help innocents and ask for more money.  He’ll dislike when you steal or pick owned locks. And he’ll hate when you use intimidation or use chems. His personality can be hash and bitter but he’ll also show a remorseful sad side. He’ll hate what the world is now but then he’ll have moments when he’ll ask you if you had fond memories of old places. 

Like other companions in Fallout 4 The Rep will have a personal quest. The moment you reach the “liked” status The Vault Tec Rep will take you aside. He’ll tell you how lonely the pass two hundred years has been. Surviving wasn’t easy and he’s honestly not sure how he managed to survive at all. He will then thank you for travelling with him. When you reach the “admired” status he will apologize for playing a part in what caused the tragedy that be fell your family. He will lament that he devoted so much time working for Vault Tec he never had a family or social life. He was and still is Vault Tec. And how did he get re-paid for his loyalty? By being turned into a freak that no one wants to be around. Vault tec was so much of his identity that even after all this time he has forgotten his name. He will ask you to go to his old office to help find something to help him remember his name. This is so he can finally be rid of Vault Tec and move on.  If you agree to his request the rep will warn you that the place you’re going will be highly irradiated. So be sure you to have a lot of radaway or have a radiation suit.

Before you can enter the old Vault Tec building The Vault Rep will take you aside. He will tell you he has a concern of what the radiation will do to him. But you can convince him that it’ll be fine or tell him he can stay at the door. Both options will have a different out come to what perks you get in the end.. 

If you were to leave the rep outside and return to him he will be distraught that you couldn’t find something that would make him remember his name. It is due to age that all of the documents were corrupted or damaged. By passing speech checks you remind him that vault tec is gone. He can make a new identity and you’ll reassure him that you’ll be by his side as he figures himself out. He will then thank the player and decide that he’ll keep his identify as Vault Tec but promise to make the name mean something good. After this you’ll be “idolized” by The Vault Rep and this will give you the Silver Tongue perk. The perk gives you more caps when you sell items. However if you decided to bring the Vault Tec Rep through the radiation. When he finds that there’s nothing to remind him of his life he will say something is wrong and quickly exit the office. When you leave you’ll find that the rep has become a glowing one. He will beg you to put him down because living as a ghoul was hard enough but he can’t continue like this. To save him you’ll have to pass red speech checks. You’ll have to convince him that he can always make a new life. He will say that he fears being alone and nobody will want him around now that he looks like this. You’ll comfort him by saying that you’ll always be his friend. And he’ll remind you that you’ll eventually die and he’ll be alone again. You’ll tell him that although it will be hard, he will find someone who will be there for him so don’t lose hope. And once you are able to pass those hard speech checks he will again apologize for the hand he had in destroying your family. He’ll remember his name and thank the player. Also promising that after they’re gone he’ll continue to live his life the best that he can. Afterward you’ll get Atom’s Glow perk. This perk makes it that when The Rep (now going by his name) is in your party feral ghouls become non- hostile. The downside is that you’re more easily spotted by enemies. Do I need to explain why? It’s hard to hide when you have someone with you that glowing like a light.

So which out come for our dear Vault Rep would you choose? Would you rather him stay a normal ghoul still stuck with The Vault Tec name? Or would you rather him become a glowing one that remembers his name but it’s now harder for him to fit in? Maybe you don’t care about him and killed him for caps. I’d love to hear which one you’d go for and why? A big inspiration for this re-write was from New Vegas characters like Raul and Lilly. I just feel like it not only makes for an interesting story but you feel a connection as the decision you made for better or worse would have a major effect on their lives. It made you ask did I make the right choice?

#fallout 4 #fo4 #fallout 4 companions #fallout 4 headcanons #vault 111 #Vault-Tec Rep #sole survivor #fallout 4 story #fallout 4 quest

[klugpuuo]

7 15 27 a+d for dew (or if you wanna answer for another oc that's epic also)

doing this for dew AND feathers bc they are a pair do not seperate

7.What triggers nostalgia for them, most often? Do they enjoy that feeling?

for feathers it would be any interaction w/ the concept of sky-sail festivals. his citizens used to hold massive ones and he would sometimes sneak out to watch everything, maybe even steal some food and get on a skysail (obviously he had to get off pretty quickly - it doesn't take much to realize that there's a stowaway and a thief onboard, especially one who likes talking so much!) he misses those festivals, but he enjoys the feeling of nostalgia he gets. it reminds him that it was real in a weird way. anyway, he can always talk to others about it, seems they were a pretty widespread phenomenon!

dew doesnt have much to be nostalgic about.

15.How do they speak? Is what they say usually thought of on the spot, or do they rehearse it in their mind first?

giving dew my Ailment where she constantly scripts whenever she leaves a conversation and makes like 50 iterations [lol] of the same sentence to perfectly please whoever she's talking to and then when she gets back to talking she feels like she's a horrible person just misleading them or forcing them into an rp bc she scripted

feathers just says shit . unless it's serious, then he very carefully thinks of what to say next

27.What causes them to feel dread? 

well other than the obvious "THE ROT"...

feathers isnt bothered by much usually very bothering stuff. he does sorta panic when he runs out of a specific type of medicine thats hard as hell to fabricate or whatever though

dew gets that feeling pretty frequently unless she's actively shutting herself off :v:

A) Why are you excited about this character?

BECAUSE THEYRE FUCKING COOL. THEY'RE SO AWESOME. LOOK AT THEM.

dew is like... she's one of my Popular ocs!!!! people who havent directly interacted w me know abt her!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AAAAND SHE'S ONE OF MY POPULAR OCS WHO HAS NOT BEEN SEXUALIZED TO DEATH she did get the curse of incorrect assessment but like this is really good for a fat woman who wears shirts lie 30% of the time ok?

for feathers... smiles i just like writing him!! it's nice to have a character who always can use sign language tbh, and i love writing his dialogue it's fun he's silly. i love the concept of the only group's doctor being everyone's brother and i like how kind and loving he ended up being even though beneath it all he's really fucking annoying (funny annoying but. still annoying. and he LOVES being so)

D) Have they always had the same physical appearance, or have you had to edit how they look?

are you prepared for that question.

THIS is what they used to look like. their original designs. before all the crazy lore, when feathers still Talked sort of like this, using full punctuation and proper hoofdletters.

one thing that's more or less always been true was that dew had fur or hair of some sort. i changed it to fur once i remembered she had hair so it would make a bit more sense considering my hc that iterators Dont have that

and one thing i've kept with feathers is the little diamond thing on his clothes, which you can actually see on artis too!

#klug's ocs #klug answers #iterator rp #thanks for the ask

[callsign-bunnie]

Gaz: Okay so the websites said that in order to deal with grief- Ghost: You looked up a tutorial. Ghost: For grief. Gaz: Yes, I did. Ghost: Well did you find a good one? Gaz: No I did not.

#Hi! This is my original dialogue! Please do not steal this and use it for tiktok videos! Please do not steal it and change the ship! #simon ghost riley #kyle gaz garrick #ghost cod #gaz cod #call of duty #call of duty: modern warfare ii #source: me and my wife again #ALSO THE JOKE IS ABOUT SOAP BEING DEAD SO IF I SEE THIS STOLEN AND GAZ IS CHANGED TO SOAP I AM GOING TO DELETE MY BLOG

[petalsonfacesnovinesthough]

Hot take: Gamzee Makara is partially inspired by Porky/Pokey Minch. I have evidence of... Something!

(Please be known that Porky will be used for Mother 2, and Pokey for EarthBound. Same character, different name in translation. For facts that apply to both, the original name will be used.)

((Also, I will be starting with the HomeStuck facts, then EarthBound.))

1. Best Friend of The Protagonist

The first troll we, as readers, control is Karkat Vantas. The EveryMan of Alternia. His best friend, the next troll we control, is Gamzee, and he's very vocal about his relationship with the Troll of the Crab.

As for both Minchs, he is stated to be Ness' best friend through NPC Dialogue, but for obvious reasons, Ness doesn't say it out right. Porky does.

2. Abusive Homelife

All trolls are supposed to be raised by a lusus, developing a symbiotic relationship. Of course, with all parents, not all are stellar. Gamzee's lusus, a seagoat, should be near the hive. He rarely is, though, thus leaving Gamzee neglected, which lead to the Goatfish Troll abusing Soporifics, due to not being guided against eating sopor slime.

Porky, is stuck under a different kind of abuse, depending on the translation. In EarthBound, it's verbal abuse, which both Pokey and his brother Picky live with. However, in Mother 2, Porky and Picky are physically abused, being hit by their dad rather than told off for running off.

3. Connection to The Main Evil of Their Story

Gamzee's one of the most tied-up characters in HS's giant time loop, being a fourth of the big bad of the comic, Lord English, leading to Gamzee's killing of Equius.(Nepeta was probably not in LE's plan)

After Ness finishes up in Onett, he heads off to Twoson, and by extension Happy-Happy Village, finding The Happy-Happiests, led by Mr. Carpainter, and Porky, influenced by The Mani-Mani Statue, the physical representation of Giygas's corruptive power, which follows the boy all the to the end of the game.

4. Still Wanting a Connection with their Friend

The nail in the coffin that ended Murderstuck was stopping Gamzee. In doing so, Karkat stepped in as leader and calmed him down, creating a moiraillegiance between the two trolls.

Once Mr. Carpainter is defeated, all the Happy-Happiests wake up, including Porky. However, his thoughts on it change based on translation. Pokey asks for forgiveness, but it turns out he's lying. Porky however, is perfectly earnest. But, since Ness is a silent protagonist, he doesn't answer. Either way, he runs off.

5. Washed Brain... Big Time

So, once Gamzee comes across Lil' Cal, he stares right into LE'S soul and gets hijacked, continuing the time loop, never being in control of himself for the rest of the comic aside from one panel.

Remember how I said Giygas had a corruptive power? Well, it also affects Porky. He joins The Mani-Mani Statue in venturing to Fourside, manipulating Monotoli into kidnapping Paula again. After Ness and Jeff catch up with him, he steals the helicopter and disappears until the final boss fight, joining Giygas. He even goes from general clothes, to a suit, to the tell-tale sign of a human under Giygas' control; his skin turns blue.

6. Unkillable

Due to the time loop, Gamzee's destiny is to die in the final fight between the human kids and Caliborn. Until then, he can't die. Like, at all. He gets shot, and still lives. He gets kicked off a cliff, and lives. You just can't kill the clown.

Porky, due to being a child, can't die. Due to escaping at the end, and becoming immortal in Mother 3/hiding in the Absolutely Safe Capsule, he will never die.

So, now that I've laid out all my evidence, go ahead and think on it. Perhaps I'll change some minds. And yes, I'm a Gamzee apologist.

#theory #earthbound #homestuck #gamzeemakara #porkyminch

[jaivick678]

Rp in ASOIAF

About me

Male 24. Literate, Detailed and Descriptive writer. I write exclusively in third person past tense, para style and my replies range over a couple or more paras depending on the context. Quality over Quantity and prefer someone engaging rather than reactive and passive who let me do all the work.

Activity - I am fairly active and can give atleast a response per day or more depending on my availability and would prefer someone who can atleast give two responses in a week.

Communication - If you are not interested, say so. If you want to do something else, say so. If you want something, say so.

General Themes - I am a sucker for romance and all of the plots will be based on character development rather than world-building. I am focused on the interaction, growth and memorable moments between the characters rather than the external plot. I have provided some plot ideas which might give a fair idea about my interests in the rp.

Sex - Yes, I adore it and welcomed. It is not the sole focus but it does help the growth of the characters. I don't have many kinks and would prefer if the sex is related to the plot and helps grow the characters. I do not want to break your character or tame her. I don't do excessive violence. I enjoy both sides of it - dark and fluffy romances. No hard limits but I don't prefer the docile, fragile and passive female characters who are overtly submissive.

I prefer realistic face claims. I play multiple characters if needed and expect the same but it isn't necessary.

Discord - EroticFantasy#2137

Potential Ideas.

Fandom -

Harry Potter - Evil Potter x Evil Hermoine. - Even after the death of Voldemort, a part of him still lives inside Harry turning the boy into a sadistic killer who manipulates Hermoine and goes on a killing spree at Hogwarts.

Draco x Hermoine - any plot at any time with any twist.

Harry x Ron x Hermoine - Love Triangle but they all will turn evil.

Game of Thrones - One of my favorite fandoms and I can be persuaded for any pairing.

Robb Stark x Dany - The red wedding did not happen. Robb Stark is alive and Dany joins side with Robb to defeat the white walkers and seize the Iron Throne.

Ramsay x Dany - Instead of sailing to Essos, Dany at the start of the season was found by Ramsay. Noticing her platinum hair, he takes her hostage and enslaves her. He would use her to seize Winterfell by using her dragons. Ramsay will be cruel, sadistic and manipulative.

Robb x Dany - The same prompt above but instead of Ramsay, Robb finds a young naive Dany at Winterfell at the very start of the season. He takes and makes her a maid to conceal her identity. Robb will cute, wholesome and lovely but they will avenge their father together after his death.

Cersei x Jaime - Basically their love life and sneaky sex combined with multiple murders that they have commited. I may also have to play Robert in this one.

Ramsay x Sansa - Self explanatory

Ramsay x Sansa x Arya.

Margaery is also a favorite but not sure about the plot.

Original Plots -

I highly prefer if the setting is medieval.

Princess X BodyGuard - A young princess was forced to be married to a new king but she meets a handsome bodyguard who saved her life. No submissive bratty princesses.

Shared Bride - In a barbaric kingdom ruled by two brothers, they both marry the same bride as part of their customs.

Post- Apocalyptic - Self explanatory - I could be anyone. A cute nerd, a retired military, a 40 year old hiker, a married man and so on.

Pirates - He is a pirate. She is a pirate. They both strike a deal to steal a treasure together. They both are cunning and try to cheat the other.

That's all I guess. Just don't bring overtly submissive characters and add to the plot. I adore romance, possessive characters, jealousy and the meaningful dialogues between characters - just a reminder. I have free time and expect it to last long. So, approach if you are serious. Please do attach some major kinks( if any), favorite plots and any random writing sample of yours. Thanks.

#rp #ROLEPLAY #game of thrones #got RP #asOIAF #stARK #hOUSE OF THE DRAGON

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director's cut for the aro keefe keefitz fic. please. on my knees begging. ramble ramble ramble

it ended up being a lot longer than i thought it would so um. deets under the cut 💜

okay so i don’t really do directors cuts… for shorter fics like that i tend to put out whatever’s in my brain and tidy it up a small amount later. but i did stop working on ginasfs for about a month or two or maybe three right smack bang in the middle of it so a lot changed with what was in my brain during then

obligatory mention that it was originally gonna end up being sokeefe. not cause i shipped it amazingly or anything but specifically because of the “trade baby blues for wide-eyes browns” lyric i was like Oh Fuck Yeah This Fits So Well and that didn’t end up happening because idk i grew and changed as a person? doesn’t matter

so. anyways. there wasn’t meant to be ANY dialogue originally right? you know how there’s the italicised dialogue? yeah i felt weird doing quotation marks cause it didn’t fit with what i had but that was the direction i’d gone in and i wasn’t changing it. so i just italicised it. but yeah originally i was just gonna have them never meet on-page. it was just the separate crises that happen in the first bits. but then i got to the “i sleep in your old shirts” lyric and i had fitz outside keefe’s house and i was like oh? how did you get there boy. what are you going to do there boy. let’s find out shall we

i’m infamous* for making up lore as i go along. so jewish keefe was something i added (also in the “i sleep in your old shirts” section) and the fitz top fan was also added in that section. it was originally gonna be fob merch but then i went mmm i can’t do that it’s a fob songfic. what about another band pete wentz (songwriter) was in. all of them were failed bands (only a few songs and 0 merch) so unless fitz made his own shirt he wouldn’t have one and if fitz put in all the effort to make his own merch he’s sure as hell not letting his ex steal that one. i forgot the name of the band tho umm. i thiiink it had yellow in the name but i honestly don’t remember. ah well. tbh i could have used smth from the other members but that was before i knew who they were (simpler times) and i only knew of pete wentz because i went down a sort of rpf (real person fiction) rabbithole. i relayed all the information i found out into the notes of the draft but i took too long to write and post the fic so the draft deleted and along with it the only record of my rpf knowledge at the time. it was probably for the better i’m ngl there wasn’t a satisfying conclusion to the research

#aesks #aesk game #directors cut ask game #synonymroll648 #ginasfs keefitz

[luckyscratch]

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WRITING.

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SHIPPING.

i ship with chemistry. if you're interested in a platonic or romantic ship, feel free to im me and we can discuss! fel will always be a flirty lil kitty when it comes to peter, but i'm open to exploring any sort of dynamic with existing and original characters.

romantic ships will only be written with adult muses & muns. nsfw / smut is possible, but only if we're comfortable ooc and not on the dash. also i laugh every time i write/read the word thrust, so there's that. but still!! lmao

TRIGGERS.

felicia's backstory does contain sexual violence* and familial death. and while i won't be writing these things explicitly on the dash, they still are an important part of a lot of her tendencies and mental state.

there are also trigger warnings on this blog for violence, blood, crime, substance abuse, alcohol, guilt, depression, and anxiety. all will be tagged in the following format: / blood

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* please do not reduce felicia to a sexual object. yes, she's hot, yes, she's got a beautiful body, but it is triggering as hell for me as a survivor ( like she is! ) it's been an issue in the past and i want to make it clear that smut is earned and can be refused, if fel doesn't claw ur eyes out first obvs.

OOC.

hi!! i'm ellie, ( she/her, 26, woc ) i'm a dog mom & i love frogs & andrew garfield. i love making friends and playing stardew valley. i work as a freelance illustrator and i am allergic to cats:'( lol let's write!!

#rules. #ooc.

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The Great Spiritual Darkness; Chapters 6-8

The Antichrist Takeover of the Modern Church and New Age Movement

By: David John Oates

Copyright © 2022

The Great Spiritual Darkness By David John Oates Copyright © 2022

Published by Reverse Speech Pty Ltd., P.O. Box 2148 Hackham SA 5163 Australia

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Whilst David John Oates holds copyright on this work, full permission in given to copy or distribute any of this work in whole or on part, providing it is done with full credit given to the author for the work and no financial gain is sought or obtained for the reproduction.

CHAPTER SIX: THE HOLY DOLLAR SHOW

Let us continue with my analysis by looking at mega rich pastor, Robert Tilton, whose net worth at the time of writing is estimated to be $120 million. I must admit, I did have Robert Tilton in my sights when I started writing this book, not just because he got my televangelist video pulled from you-tube, but more importantly because he is a key figure in the Pentecostal/evangelical movements. He is a Prosperity Gospel preacher and, unsurprisingly, the reversals I found on him in the early 90s when I lived in Dallas, Texas (the home of his TV ministry at that time) did not show him in a good light. It had always been my intention to research him further at the appropriate time. That time has now arrived.

“Robert Gibson Tilton (born June 7, 1946) is an American televangelist and the former pastor of the Word of Faith Family Church in Farmers Branch, Texas, a suburb of Dallas. At his ministry's peak in 1991, Tilton's infomercial-style program, Success-N-Life, aired in all 235 American television markets (on a daily basis in the majority of them) and brought in nearly $80 million per year. It was described as "the fastest growing television ministry in America."

However, when ABC's Prime Time Live raised questions about Tilton's fundraising practices, a series of investigations into the ministry were initiated, and Success-N-Life was taken off the air. Tilton returned to television a few years later with a new version of the program airing on BET and The Word Network.” (Wikipedia)

I was initially approached to do the reversals of Robert Tilton in the early 90s by a Dallas pastor who was conducting an investigation into Tilton at the time. At that stage I was well known in Dallas and had appeared on many local media programs, both radio and television, as well as conducting numerous lectures. I had a thriving Reverse Speech practice at my home in the Dallas suburb of Sachse and was already venturing out across the United States.

Unfortunately this was before the days of sound cards and Windows, in a time when a 20 megabyte hard drive was considered to be more space than you would ever need. Thus I do not have the original recording or reversals. What I do have is detailed below and it was these reversals that I posted on you-tube before Tilton had them pulled.

The first one occurs as says forwards, “We're just going to keep on, going to get bigger and bigger and bigger. Not to be big but just to help and reach more people.” Backwards he says, “Keep on stealing it, I have sinned.” This is the real reason why he wants to get big.

He clarifies this shortly afterwards when he says forwards. “Come on people, give me a little break. You make the decision if you're going to listen or repeat the lies of the devil, or you're going to buckle under and stay with me.” Backwards he says, “I'm selling your greed.” This reversal is internal dialogue. It is his own greed that he is selling and this is why he wants people to stay with him. His greed needs it.

Just as a side note, when you listen to these 2 reversals, please bare in mind the recordings are old and of poor quality. Normally I wouldn't include such poor recordings in my books, but I feel these two are important because they set the stage for what is to come.

To research Robert Tilton for this book, I went to my usual source for video and that is you-tube. Much to my surprise and I must admit, amusement, I found an infomercial Robert Tilton had recently made selling a multi level christian marketing scheme. You can make money from this, he said in the infomercial.

So lets see what the voice of his spirit has to say about this multi level marketing scheme he is now selling.

He begins his infomercial in public prayer, even though Jesus told us not to pray in public in Matthew 6:5-6. Speaking of the church leaders, he says,

“And when you pray, do not be like the hypocrites, for they love to pray standing in the synagogues and on the street corners to be seen by others. Truly I tell you, they have received their reward in full.6 But when you pray, go into your room, close the door and pray to your Father, who is unseen. Then your Father, who sees what is done in secret, will reward you.” (You can translate street corners to church pulpits and television networks.)

Unsurprisingly, partially because he is disobeying Christ's command in his very first breath by praying in public like the hypocrites do, his reversal says, “I made thorough fraud.” This is his intention. He is not praying to God. He is speaking to and impressing his audience so they will give him money. Would you be surprised to know that I have never found a positive reversal on a public prayer. Why not? Because Jesus told us not to pray in public. So why does the church insist on doing it? Why do they have prayer books and creeds and chants and liturgies when Jesus told us to pray in the privacy of our room? I believe it is because they have lost contact with the God they claim to worship and have to cling onto their rituals instead to justify their faith.

It beggars belief. And the few of them who have the courage to read this book will wonder why do we all have such bad reversals? The answer is, why do you not follow the teachings of Jesus?

As soon as Tilton finishes his prayer he jumps straight into his sales pitch, telling his captive audience how much money they will make from his scheme. His reversal reveals what his motives are by simply saying, “hear the buck.” Amazingly, he even has a scholarship program for those with little money (which he tells us later is paid for by wealthy investors), and so you, too, can take his course and make a godzillion dollars. All you have to do is call. His reversal says it all, “I will fraud, little babe.”

Then, as he sends them to the website to sign up for this marvelous scheme, he says in reverse, in quite definite measured words, “Mock God.”

Just in case there's still any doubt left in any of your minds over this man's questionable authenticity, his next reversal says, “we're screwing you.” This is followed immediately by, “I bring my demon.”

And there it is. The Antichrist spirit, living and reigning supremely on the throne of Robert Tilton's heart. It will reign in your heart too if you follow him or are foolish enough to send this charlatan your money.

Can you see now why I entitled this book, The Great Spiritual Darkness? Unfortunately, I still have a lot more to write.

CHAPTER SEVEN: A DILEMMA OF CONFLICT

Now we come to Pentecostal pastor, Jimmy Swaggart. He is not as cut and dry as the previous preachers I have analyzed in this book, who really have no redeeming qualities at all, at least not that I found in their reversals. Swaggart is different. He is conflicted and of two minds. His belief in Christ is strong, but the voice of the Antichrist spirit calls him too. Which one is stronger? Let's find out.

To understand the turmoil in Swaggart, it is helpful to look at his background because he, like so many other televangelists, has also been embroiled in his own scandals.

Swaggart's TV ministry began in 1971 and has a viewing audience both in the U.S. and internationally. The weekly Jimmy Swaggart Telecast and A Study in the Word programs are broadcast throughout the United States on 78 channels in 104 other countries, as well as over the Internet. At its height in the 1980s, his telecast was transmitted to over 3,000 stations and cable systems each week. He currently owns and operates the SonLife Broadcasting Network and Family Worship Centre in Baton Rouge, Louisiana, and his net worth is $10 million.

Unfortunately for Swaggart, sex scandals with prostitutes in the late 1980s and early 1990s led the Assemblies of God church to defrock him. As a result of the two scandals, Swaggart temporarily stepped down as the head of Jimmy Swaggart Ministries. His public humiliation and emotional resignation was broadcast around the world. (Wikipedia)

This analysis of Swaggart is taken from one of recent broadcasts.

His sermon begins with a rather prophetic scripture from II Timothy 4 v 3, “For the time will come when they do not endure sound doctrine, but after their own lusts shall they heap to themselves teachers, having itching ears.” Swaggart quotes from the King James version of the Bible. I find that the Phillips Modern English Version explains it clearer. “…they will want something to tickle their fancies, and they will collect teachers who will speak what they want to hear.” Can anyone say, the born again doctrine? Or maybe the prosperity gospel? How about a new prayer or creed? Certainly nothing like sell all you have and follow me, or let the homeless sleep in your house for the night. Oh my God, that's not safe!

The reversal on this section, as he talks about following teachers who will tell them what they want to hear is, “Mark will master soul.” Is this a reference to the mark of the beast? I believe it is. Swaggart is saying that those who follow these teachers will allow the beast to mark them and master their soul. The prosperity preachers and born againers, rather than getting a free pass to heaven, may in actual fact find themselves on the wrong side of judgment day.

Swaggart continues by getting very vocal about the second coming of Christ. He raises his voice, speaking with passion and belief. His reversal is congruent saying, “Now I shout, you led them.” He was indeed shouting and he was leading his flock of faithful believers. Then, as he specifically and dramatically describes Christ descending from the heavens he says in reverse, “Delicious (d)our redeemer.” This reversal, although not perfect because it has a miscellaneous “d” sound in there, is nonetheless quoted because it shows a man who sincerely loves Christ the redeemer.

Next, he shows remorse and regret. His voice trembles as he says forwards, “I know we have sinned.” His reversal details his own sin by saying, “An orgy above me.” His illicit sexual escapades still hang over his head.

At this point we begin to see a change in Swaggart's reversals. Whether this was because his own sin came to mind, or something else, I am not sure, but his next reversal says, “Walk the demon.” The Antichrist spirit is calling. Its voice gets even stronger as Swaggart talks about thousands of people getting saved. Backwards he says, “Groom the snake of God,” which is bad as Bakker's reversal, “The son is the beast.” The snake, of course, being Satan. He is preparing Satan for his arrival, who he has confused with the living God

Finally the service does not end on a good note, because as he is giving the altar call for those to come to Christ, he sings with passion but says in reverse, “there the lord I harm.”

This is the premise of my whole book. That the modern church has allowed the Antichrist spirit to infiltrate their ranks over the last 2000 years, thereby totally twisting everything Christ ever taught. They are now, in fact, harming God himself, and his children, with their unsound doctrine, just as Swaggart warned in this sermon. Perhaps he needs to go back and listen to himself again.

So is Swaggart one of the good guys or bad guys? I don't think even he's too sure about that question. He could go either way. I'll leave it for you to decide.

To conclude this chapter I will analyze one of the younger up and coming preachers, a man named Hank Kunnerman.

Hank Kunneman is a Christian minister, televangelist and author. He and his wife are senior pastors of Lord of Hosts church in Omaha Nebraska. Hank is a self-proclaimed prophet, and gained some notoriety in 2021 for standing by prophecies he had made that Donald Trump would win the 2020 Presidential election. (er, I guess he got that one wrong.)

Hank prophesies about nations and world events. He practices speaking in tongues and interpreting tongues. Hank teaches that angels and demons are at work in world events His ministry also believes in divine healing from the laying on of hands.

Hank has spoken out against homosexuality and LGBTQ+ rights and views, making such statements as, "Just because some dude who's got plumbing with pipes wants to dress up like a woman who ain't got no pipes… thinks he is a woman, feels like a woman… That's dishonor to the living God and I'm not going to accept it.”

Hank is a politically active republican who believes the church should be involved in local and national politics. He often instructs his church to take specific political stances. On July 5th, 2020 Hank said that Jesus doesn't want Christians to vote for Democrats and earlier that year he called the Democrat Party the Antichrist party. (wikipedia)

So are the democrats the Antichrist party as Hank claims, or is it Hank Kunnerman himself who is the Antichrist and he is in denial, projecting that fact onto the Democrats? Let's find out.

I analyzed two services he conducted. In the first service, he prophesies and says in reverse. “I muck your spirit.” This is same theme we have seen in other pastors. They are actually doing more harm than good. He them seems to warn his congregation in reverse as he continues prophesying forwards, saying backwards, “If you reap, stay away.” In other words, if you are one of God's servants reaping the harvest, steer well clear of us. Then, as he prays in tongues he says over and over again in reverse, “It's stupid, stupid, stupid.”

In the second service, as he preaches forwards, he tells us in reverse who sits on the throne of his heart saying backwards, “Yeah wog, you sit on the throne.” Wog is a racial slur and a term of great disrespect. I can only assume Hank is referring to the Antichrist spirit who sits on the throne of his heart. It would appear that he was projecting his own stuff onto the Democrats.

Further on in the service he says forwards that he believes God spoke to him. Backwards he says, “In this mess, fake.” It was not God who spoke to him. In his confused spiritual state, he made it all up. He continues this theme shortly afterwards by saying backwards, “I lush in a con.” Like other pastors before him, He is getting an adrenaline kick from his self deluded fantasies.

Finally, lets looks at the phenomenon of speaking in tongues itself. What are they really saying?

Robert Tilton: Backwards, “I did this.” It's not God speaking through him in tongues. He made it up.

Kenneth Copeland speaking in tongues: “Have the love on my TV. “ The reversal says it all. He is puffing himself being on TV. (Remember the quote earlier about church leaders love being seen praying on the street corners.) . Unknown preacher: “They let us see the cash.” Speaks for itself.

Another unknown preacher: “I'll peep the little girl.” Clearly this is not a reversal about praising God.

I first analyzed speaking in tongues away back in then beginning of my research by visiting several Pentecostal churches in my area and recording them. I was shocked with what I found. Reversals like, “I am a demon monster, yes I am, I am, I am,” and “My soul is satan's.”

In fact, it would be true to say that have not found a single instance of a genuine speaking in tongues in all my career. I stopped the practice myself totally back then. I would strongly suggest you do the same. You have no idea what you're saying or who you're praying to, and based on what I have found so far, I would say it's not God.

CHAPTER EIGHT: THE JUDGEMENTS OF SATAN

If you have stayed with me so far throughout this book, you must be hungry for more information and feeling a bit overwhelmed at the same time. It can be a shock to look into the hearts of those we respect and look up to, only to discover with horror, that they are lying, conning and leading us straight to hell, even though they claim to show us the path to heaven.

I have had some alarmed reactions to my videos on you-tube from people who have heard the reversals and have been quite shaken. They wonder if they are like that too. How is their soul? And can these evangelists really harm me? If I love Jesus and have been born again, isn't that enough? Aren't I saved?

To answer this question, as to whether the evangelists can really affect their followers and take the innocent to hell with them, I downloaded an infomercial made by Pastor Peter Popoff. This video had many interviews with members of his congregation and I thought it would be good research material.

I had a reversal on Peter Popoff already from one of his healing services. As he speaks with power and conviction attempting to heal a woman of cancer, he says in reverse, “He's scamming this world theory.” This reversal is a warning from his spirit, basically saying its a scam he is pulling, and its only a theory not a fact, so he doesn't really believe in it anyway.

Peter George Popoff (born July 2, 1946 is a German-born American televangelist and debunked faith healer. He was exposed in 1986 for using a concealed earpiece to receive radio messages from his wife, who gave him the names, addresses, and ailments of audience members during Popoff led religious services. Popoff falsely claimed God revealed this information to him so that he could pretend to cure them through faith healing . He went bankrupt the next year, but made a comeback in the late 1990s. Beginning in the mid-2000s, Popoff bought TV time to promote "Miracle Spring Water" on late-night infomercials, and referred to himself as a prophet. "We've done so many stories about him, but it never does any good," said Ole Anthony, founder of Trinity Foundation which has investigated Popoff and other faith healers since 1987. "His scams are endless." (Wikipedia)

Popoff is currently worth $10 million. The miracle healing water scam must be a good money spinner for him. So let's look at the reversals from one the infomercials selling his miraculous product.

The first one occurs on his wife as the infomercial begins. She says in reverse, “Say your wealth, Peter.” (No need to say it really. It's $10 million.)

The next reversal occurs on one of his followers speaking very enthusiastically about how Popoff's Miraculous water got her out of her wheelchair. Her reversal is less than complimentary saying, “God's in the way, off with their head.” This almost expresses anger at God for standing in the way of what she wants to say and do, rather than thanking him for her healing

If you ever decide to do an infomercial make sure you check the reversals of the commentator before you release it. I say that because the commentator in this infomercial says in reverse, “Bad Satan, you will give voice.” In other words what he is saying has been inspired by Satan. If Reverse Speech really is a communication process, that is: we can all hear the reversals of others unconsciously, then those who watch this infomercial will unconsciously receive that message and be influenced and affected by it accordingly. I believe strongly that this is the case based on 40 years of research and many instances of entire reversed conversations taking place.

Continuing the conversation, one of Popoff's followers talks with tears in her eyes of how Popoff always tells her the things she needs to hear. Backwards she says, “Just fuck him, has he lost it.” This is an in-congruent reversal. Her unconscious is actually quite angry with him. Then another follower says forwards, “this man is a true man of God.” Backwards she says, “wolf sin,” which, in this case, basically means he's a wolf in sheep's clothing. Even though consciously she might believe in Popoff, her unconscious knows the truth. Popoff is pulling a scam.

Then, out of the blue, we hear a strong congruent reversal on Popoff as he tells someone to walk in the name of Jesus. Backwards he says, “Cos he's the man with the power.” However, this is soon negated when the next person on the infomercial thanks Popoff and God for helping her. Her reversal says, “in the beast's name, you're selling this stuff.” This reversal reveals the truth. Popoff might believe in the power of Jesus at some level, but he is certainly not honoring him right now with all his scams. He is not selling the power of Jesus. He is using the forces of Satan to make his money. And how genuine is his faith really when he has a reversal like this during one of his sales pitches, “God your fantasy, what's this?” God is a fantasy to him just like he was when he was scamming the world theory.

In the next sales pitch we hear a congruent reversal on his wife as Popoff talks about a woman who owed $138,000 to the IRS and it was paid off supernaturally. Her reversal is “a shame owing it.” Indeed it would have been.

The final reversal on the infomercial is on Popoff himself as he declares with wonder how God is canceling people's debts. He says in reverse, “Satan, he'll smack you.” This is a future tense reversal which suggests judgment upon Popoff rendered by Satan is on its way.

So can these pastors' followers be influenced by their reversals? The answer is a definite yes, as the above reversals have shown. Who we are is molded partially by our peer groups and elders. We hear their reversals and they become a part of us. This is a sobering thought and church goers have a strong decision to make. Do they continue following their favorite pastor, or do they seek God on their own in the privacy of their home. I'll let you ponder that question.

At this juncture in the book I think it is useful to have a discussion about Satan. Who or what is he/it? The word certainly comes up a lot in preachers reversals, with more yet to come. It appeared in the reverse of some rock and roll records in the 70s and 80s. This led to the whole satanic messages in rock and roll hysteria popularized by religious fundamentalists.

There are many legends about Satan and how he came into existence. These stories vary from religion to religion and culture to culture. The Christian version is that he is a fallen angel, cast out of heaven by God for his pride. In fact Jesus says in Luke 17:18, “I saw Satan fall like lightning from heaven.” The Bible describes Satan as God's adversary, waging war on God and all true believers. It speaks of Satan as though he is real, alive and very active in the spiritual realm.

During my years in the Pentecostal church I believed strongly in Satan. I had even performed exorcisms, casting demons out of both people and buildings. Even in the very early days of my research when I was finding satanic messages in rock and roll, I used to hate coming into my house at night cos there might have demons lurking in the shadows waiting to drag me away.

As I progressed in my career and started working with human speech and clients, I discovered that Reverse Speech was rich with metaphoric language. In fact in my 40 years I have documented well over 1000 metaphors in Reverse Speech. These metaphors all have their own specific function, and each affects our behavior and personality in subtle ways. At that stage I understood Satan to be just another one of these metaphors, also affecting our behavior in a specific way, and that was anger and spiritual isolation.

When I went public with Reverse Speech in 1987, I deliberately divorced and distanced myself from any talk relating to Satan. I did this because I wanted Reverse Speech to be accepted as a natural function of language with no religious overtones to it. I had a huge bias to overcome created by the fundamentalists and I would often publicly deny the existence of an actual being known as Satan and reduce it to a mere metaphor, one of the many that Reverse Speech had.

I kept this public stance for 30 years.

However in 2018 I broke down and finally relented. During a lecture I gave in Portland Oregon of that year, I admitted publicly what I had always known to be true and that was, that Reverse Speech was not only the voice of the unconscious mind as I had stated, but it was in fact the voice of our spirit and it described the spiritual world that lay within. All the Reverse Speech metaphors were living entities with their own intelligence that resided in the spiritual kingdoms of the deep unconscious. This included Satan and demons.

So now, after 40 years, this is how I understand Satan. Satan is a spiritual metaphor that exists in the Kingdoms of the unconscious mind. It has independent life and intelligence of its own. Like all metaphors, it can affect our behavior and even our physical world. That is because the unconscious mind creates and manifests the world in which we live, using the power of the whirlwind, based on what metaphors we are running.

The Satan metaphor is destructive, like a cancer. It destroys lives and spiritual growth. Fortunately, it is not a common metaphor, and I only hear it occasionally in my work with clients. I work with it in the same way as I do with all other metaphors (this technique is not a subject of this book). It has no more or less importance or power than the 100s of other images than exist in the unconscious. That is, of course, unless you choose to give it power, or it is imposed upon you by someone else, a peer group for example. All metaphors are handed down in this fashion – from person to person and peer group to peer group. It is called the process of Oral Tradition and it is explained extensively in my other books.

Is Satan more than a metaphor, I am often asked? Sometimes I answer, are metaphors more than mere metaphors. To be frank I don't know the answer to that question. What I do know is that the spiritual world exists within the deep unconscious mind. Indeed, Reverse Speech says that God and heaven reside within. This is consistent with all of Jesus' teachings. The Kingdom of God is already here and it has been for millennia. It lives within you!

Will it manifest into the physical world like all unconscious images do? I believe the answer to that question is yes. I believe in the potential of humanity. I believe in our future. I believe that we will manifest the Kingdom of God here on earth. We will do it! And we will do it as we begin to realize our own power and our own divinity - that God and all his power, does indeed resides inside each and every one of us.

That is what Reverse Speech tells me.

As for Satan? Well that metaphor has to go. It will go when we realize it exists and it exists inside all of us. Only in that self knowledge can we throw off its chains.

I call on everyone, clergy and parishioners alike. Have the courage to look into the mirror and consider the possibility that you have allowed Satan to take over your mind and soul. Only when you do that, can you start to be free and help manifest the Kingdom of heaven onto the earth.

[ynscrazylife]

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Not sure if you write for Melina from Black Widow but if you do could you please write a Melina x Reader where they are both locked in the cells in the red room and confess to each other and kiss

Destined to Lose | m.v fic

Summary: Melina recalls the love that she once shared with a Red Room agent years ago.

Authors Note: Thanks for requesting! Also, as the Red Room focuses on girls, the reader will be female.

Warning: Implications of some malnourishment. 

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Ever since the Red Room had been stopped once and for all, there seemed to be the fragrance of calm in the air, washing over Mother Russia . . . or maybe it had just washed over Melina, Alexei, and Yelena, as everything had been shifted now. They were all free and had the opportunity to work on their shattered relationships - and to work on their shattered selves. Each one had coped in their own way, discovering and rediscovering their interests and who they were outside the Red Room, outside KGB.

One of the ways that Melina chose to heal was to take time for herself, and that included reading. More often than not, she’d be curled up in an armchair in the living room, entranced as her eyes swept over the ink printed on every page. The stories, whether they be fiction or non, always captivated her, and she soaked in every word.

That is the precise reason that despite being a highly trained and experienced spy, she didn’t notice that her youngest daughter was in the room until she piped up and spoke.

“Melina?”

Instantly the brunette was tugged from the faraway world she was in and her head snapped up, eyes holding a gaze of alarm for just a moment before they stilled. Melina took in Yelena’s state. The younger woman was standing confidently but her face told a different story. She was concentrating on something, Melina could tell from the way that her muscles were pulled, and there was an inner dialogue going on, troubling her.

“Yes, dear?” Melina said, carefully turning over the corner of the page and closing the book on her lap, as she could tell that this conversation wouldn’t be over in a minute.

“I had a question,” Yelena began, pausing for a moment and then sitting in the armchair across from her mother. She continued when she was comfortable. “-which you don’t have to answer.” She reeled in her worried gaze and made it more neutral.

Melina allowed her shoulders to slump into a relaxed posture and drew her bushy eyebrows together, her chin jutting down ever so slightly. “What is it?” She asked, the curiosity gnawing at her, since this wasn’t Yelena’s typical behavior.

Yelena seemed to be collecting her thoughts and, when she was finished, spoke in a delicate manner. “When I was looking at the Red Room’s files that Natasha got, I . . . I came across yours. It had said that you had been through the Red Room five times and . . . It mentioned someone named Y/N Y/L/N? I was wondering-” she cut herself off abruptly when she saw the solemn and serious look on her mother’s face.

The moment she heard that name, it struck something inside Melina. The memory, the feelings, it all came hurtling back with a force that had been absent for years. Y/N.

Y/N was the name that caused her stomach to twist and turn as the wound was ripped open. Y/N was the name that put a smile on her lips through the tears and reminded her how far she came when she was sad. Y/N was the name she thought of as a battle cry when she jumped into a fight against those Red Room agents. Y/N was the name she focussed on, like one would stare at a point on the wall to keep focus, as she got through the hardest times in her life, motivated her to push through with all her might.

With all those thoughts running through Melina’s head, she finally looked up, met Yelena’s gaze with her own, and parted her lips to tell her a story.

Melina had long since given up keeping track of the days at this point. There was no use, for by this time the days had all blurred into one. She could only differentiate the day and the night because every night is when someone with a deep frown on their face would walk in and give her a tray of food, and every morning was when someone else would arrive and take said tray away. She had barely moved from the position she sat in: back against the chain wall that seperated her cell and the one right next to hers and her knees drawn to her chest. She’d tune in to any sound she could hear and fixate.

She had been thrown into this cell because of her attempt to escape the Red Room. It wouldn’t be the first time she tried to escape, nor would it be the first time she sat in this cell, but it was the first time that she had gotten as far as she did, since she had help.

Melina could only wonder why she was here and Y/N wasn’t, and those wonderings always ended up with her conjuring thoughts and ideas that frightened her.

She ended up having the endless questions crawling at the back of her mind come to a halt when she heard pounding footsteps one day. Despite being in a tired haze, Melina snapped right out of it and became alert, watching and waiting with anticipation as their footsteps got closer, and closer, and closer.

The person - or people - belonging to those footsteps came into sight and Melina couldn’t stop the gasp before it escaped her lips when she saw what was happening.

A man, a Red Room agent, was practically dragging Y/N who was thrashing about, doing her best to put up a fight, but ultimately losing it when he carelessly tossed her into the cell next to Melina’s, locked the door, and walked away.

Only after his receding footsteps could be heard no more did Y/N look up from her tears, only for her eyes to widen and for her to lurch towards the chain wall, fingers grasping around it, when she laid eyes on Melina. Melina did the same and, after a little struggle, they managed to hold hands in a steel grip through the chain.

“Mel,” Y/N breathed, but her hoarse voice caused her to cough.

“Y/N,” Melina whispered, tightening her grip and scooting as close to the chain wall - as close to Y/N - as she could. “What happened? Are you hurt?”

Y/N let out a shaky sigh, alarming Melina, and rested her forehead against the chain. “I wasn’t thrown into the cell immediately because you’ve been through the Red Room five times now, but I haven’t. They wanted to train me more and they did their best, but when I kept on fighting them they decided to put me in here.” she answered tiredly.

Melina thought this over and let out a sigh of her own, but this was a sigh of relief. She was glad that she no longer had to worry about Y/N and thankful that Y/N was with her so she could make sure that nothing bad would happen to her.

After a couple moments of the silence beginning to creep in again, Melina decided that she needed to tell Y/N something. “I have to tell you something, love.”

Y/N looked up, a beautiful glint in her eyes telling that she was intrigued. God, Melina had missed seeing that look on her face.

“Don’t feel pressured to respond, just, after I’ve been away from you, I really, really have to say this: I . . . I love you,” Melina confessed, bravely meeting Y/N’s gaze.

Y/N blinked, but that glint did not go away. In fact, it seemed to get bigger, making the smile on her lips reach her eyes, and she squeezed Melina’s hands as best she could.

“I love you, too.”

Those four words were probably the softest words she had ever spoken, but they were beyond true.

Melina leaned forward and Y/N after a moment did too. They did their best and managed to meet each other with a kiss. The two cherished it - the kiss was sweet and simple and not over-the-top. Perfect. They each leaned back.

Then, the silence came again, but this time, to Melina, it was more comfortable.

“I have something to tell you, also”

Melina looked up, expecting the smile to still be on Y/N’s face, but it was faltering. She tilted her head to the side.

“I insisted to them that you not be put through the Red Room a sixth time. I’m not sure if they’re going to do anything, but I wanted to stop what they were doing to you and-”

“That you did. They’ve listened.”

Both looked up to see a Red Room agent standing outside Melina’s cell. He unlocked it and she instantly scurried back, but couldn’t do anything to prevent him from grabbing her and yanking her up. “Y/N!” She yelled as she was half-dragged, half-carried away.

Y/N sat up, banging on the chain. Tears started streaming down her face. It was happening far too fast. “MELINA!” She yelled. “I’M SORRY!”

There was fear in her voice. Oh, god, what had she done?

Melina paused for a moment, eyes focussed on Y/N as they went down the hall. She then said calmly, but with a firmness, “Don’t be!”

“And that was the last time I saw her,” Melina concluded her story, not meeting Yelena’s eyes, but with tears threatening to spill.

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