#because if the doctor really did have some ability to protect jamie then i think his not mentioning it later when they argue is significant

[galacticlamps]

your posts about how /obviously a trap/ Waterfield's plan is made me think hey, what if he did that on purpose, not knowing how truly stuck Two would be without the TARDIS and hoping he might just walk away? and now your tags about Two potentially building warnings into the traps for Jamie and Kemel have me like. what if Evil is just one big nest of 'I'm being forced to do something to you but I'm trying so hard to subvert that as best I can but you don't realise it and think the worst of me'

ooh that's interesting! & definitely not something I thought of before! with Waterfield I was just looking at it from the perspective of him being under-prepared and unenthusiastic about playing the role of a schemer, and turning to tropes from fiction to craft his trap because that's easier than coming up with something totally original, especially under pressure

but this explanation would honestly make a lot of sense (I mean, in the novel, he literally does choose to let Ben & Polly walk away, and I can't imagine the Daleks presented it to him as 'hey, do what you want about these people, it's cool'). Plus, judging by some of the things he says in episodes 2 & 4, Waterfield really hated what he was doing in the '60s, and didn't even feel totally satisfied with it all being justified by the fact that they had his daughter - so, yeah, I definitely think it's possible he was kinda hoping his own plan would fail before dragging anyone else down with it.

On the Doctor's end I'm, like, fighting with myself - because I don't want to just read things into the script solely because I'd like to see them, of course, but also, Episode 4's camera script is particularly messy compared to the others, so I'm a little bit hesitant to base anything off of it alone.

But then on the other hand, what if the only reason that explanation never occurred to me before looking at the script is just because the episode’s missing? Plenty of surviving serials from the era make a point of linking up cuts between a plots & b plots with shots that juxtapose the two directly - you can even find some evidence for that style in this serial in the surviving episode 2, when we get a crossfade from the portrait to Victoria, or before that, when we cut from a live close up of the Doctor's face to the photograph Waterfield's about to use as bait for his trap - and the antique shop sequence is full of brief shots of Waterfield that have no dialogue, including some of him checking the device he has that shows him when doors have been opened, and can lock/unlock them remotely, to let Two, Jamie, and Perry in to find Kennedy’s body. I feel like if that episode had been a recon, those moments would probably have read as more of a general “Waterfield’s carrying out his plan simultaneously” and less of a direct cause-and-effect - so maybe if we still had the visuals, in real moving time to the soundtrack, that linkage in Episode 4 would've also been an obvious conclusion? And the fact that they scripted that line for Jamie & also that it got cut (possibly because it wasn't getting the point across clearly enough?) is a pretty compelling idea...

But also, even if there were no basis for it at all in anything 'canon' I would still argue it's not a bad interpretation of what's going on in the serial - that whole 'yes I'll be the one to do it, not because I want to, but maybe because I can do it more mercifully than anyone else' thing fits with both the Doctor & Waterfield's reluctance to work with the Daleks, even after they both know that Jamie & Victoria, and their respective homes are all at stake. And it's a serial already full of mind control and manipulation and henchmen/subordinates with varying degrees of commitment to their superiors, and competing loyalties among people who perceive themselves to be on the same side - all in all I think that'd fit right in, whether the writers were trying to imply it in that one scene or not

#sorry if this is a non answer #i think im still trying to convince myself one way or another without being majorly biased #but of course i am! #because if the doctor really did have some ability to protect jamie then i think his not mentioning it later when they argue is significant #almost an admission by omission - proof that he knows how serious what he did was & that trying to make the experiment safer #was literally the very least he could do #idk i just feel like that'd be a nice touch #bc we dont really see the doctor apologize #and i get that in the moment it's more important for him to explain to jamie the whole reasoning behind the experiment #(rather than just saying sorry i hurt you) #but i feel like if he's done more to help him than he admits to in that scene #then in a way it's saying he knows that doesn't absolve him? and that jamie's right to be angry #but he needs to understand what the experiment was all about & where they stand now that the doctor's not being forced to lie to him #and that's why he focuses on explaining all about the human factor instead of actually apologizing #idk this story will never feel like it has closure for the two of them without imagining an additional scene or two #but i still think two finding a way to undermine the daleks' traps for jamie would add an interesting context to their arc in this serial #so yeah i'd definitely like to read it that way

[diaryofabeautyfiend]

In Session

This one is a doozy. Warnings: m/f sex, over stimulation, multiple orgasms, voyeurism, male masturbation, cum eating, use of mutant abilities in a sexual situation. 18+ please!

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The three of you have been home for a couple of weeks now and, unfortunately for poor Bucky, the pixie dust has worn off. All Steve has to do is breathe near you and you go off. He has apologized and apologized but you refuse to let it go. Steve tries to be patient with you. He accepts that what he said gutted you. He is trying to make it up to you but you rebuke all of his attempts.

Quite frankly the whole thing gives Bucky anxiety. As soon as he hears “You know what, Steve?” He reaches for the antacids. In two weeks he was leaving for a semi long trip with Sam and Nat. He needed to set you on the path to healing before he left you two alone. That’s why he hijacked you both and brought you to his therapist.

Dr. Coleman is far more gentle than his VA therapist. She specializes in PTSD and has worked with many first responders and members of law enforcement. She also helps couples to reacclimate following traumatic experiences. Bucky thought that, with the amount of trauma the three of you had suffered, she would be perfect to help.

Neither of you were pleased to be there. The doctor spoke ok Bucky’s behalf at the start of the session. “Steve, Y/N. I’m so glad you’re here. This is an important first step on the path to healing. You are here for each other as much as you are here for yourselves. What we know is the three of you love each other very much. I would like you to keep that in the front of your minds as we go through this journey. I do have a few ground rules. First, we will not raise our voices or become physical here or at home. Second, we will not resort to name calling. Third, we will not shut down when confronted. We will speak on our feelings. Can I gain your agreement on those rules?” You all nodded. “Wonderful. I just need the two of you to sign some consent forms and we’ll be on our way.”

You hated therapists of any kind. You never had a good experience. Grant it, your only experiences were forty something years ago. You were sure there were advances. Still, you were wary of this woman. She does seem to help Bucky. If this is what he needed, you’d do it for him. When she asked Steve to speak first you nearly gagged.

“Steve, tell me why you think we’re all here today.”

He sighed loudly and spoke in a monotone voice like he was in trouble in the principal’s office. “We’re here because our bickering is upsetting Buck.”

“Ok. Can you tell me why you and Y/N have been bickering so much lately?”

“Because he’s impossible to live with.” You said not so under your breath. Steve was quick to react but Dr. Coleman stopped him.

“Y/N, you will have your turn to speak. Please give Steve the courtesy of having his time uninterrupted.” Steve smirked at you. You wanted to reach over and slap him in his smug face but Bucky rested his hand over yours.

“We’re bickering because I said a horrible thing to Y/N and she refuses to forgive me.”

“Right. And what did you say?” Fuck it was like pulling teeth.

“I told her in the heat of an argument that I didn’t want a whore for a wife. But I said I didn’t mean it and that I was sorry. She refuses to move on.”

Dr. Coleman listened to both of your sides and gave you some short term and long term goals. She asked you to open the door for better communication. She understood why you were so upset, especially since his admission was premeditated. She tasked Steve with finding a way to come to terms with what you do. Now that he knows why he feels the way he does, it is time to confront those feelings as his own and stop projecting them onto you. She also suggested that, while Bucky was gone, the two of you should do couple things. Your love was not linked exclusively through Bucky.

The three of you left feeling a little lighter. You made promises to each other and you intended to keep them. The couple of weeks leading up to Bucky’s trip were fine. There was something hanging in the air that made Bucky nervous. Like you two were just waiting for him to leave so you could unload on each other. Steve promised he wouldn’t make faces when you left for your appointments. You promised not to snap at him over every little thing. He didn’t believe either of you.

The night before he left, Steve fell asleep on the couch. You were already in bed half asleep yourself. It was rare when you had alone time. When they were in deep Avengers mode, you cherished your privacy. Maybe it was time to start thinking of getting a bigger place.

Bucky came out of the shower still warm and a little damp. He smelled like cedar and fresh rain. He dropped his towel and slipped under the covers. Compared to him your skin felt cool when you pressed your bare ass against him. “You’re so warm, daddy.”

“I needed that hot shower after the training session Steve and I had. I wore him out.”

“Mmmm. I bet you did. Did you fuck in the gym again?”

His laugh rumbled against your back. “Not this time. Should I go wake him?”

“No. We haven’t had a moment alone since he moved in. This is gonna sound disgusting but I kind of like it when you’re sweet with me.” You didn’t have to say anymore. He slid his hands under your arms to palm your breasts and pressed gentle kisses along your neck and spine. With his knee he parted your legs so he could stroke your warmth. You whined in his mouth when he ran your slick over your clit. He took his time pumping his fingers inside of you coaxing tiny whimpers and moans out of your body. “Fuck me, Jamie.”

You had never called him Jamie during sex until you told him you loved him. His name falling from your lips became his favorite sound. You invoked him like you were invoking God praying for peace. Your cunt fluttered and squeezed his cock bringing you both to your end. “I love you, Jamie.”

“Oh my…I love you too, baby. I’m gonna miss you so much.” He stayed inside of you keeping his spend deep inside of your channel and fell asleep. Sam would be there early.

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Your calendar was pretty full the first week Bucky was gone. Most of your appointments were during the day. Steve was back and forth between the apartment and compound. You settled into a pleasant routine like a normal couple with typical careers and predictable schedules. You even got through a meeting when a realtor without a single clenched jaw.

“Do you have time for lunch?” He was so hopeful. You promised Bucky.

“Yeah. I think so.” He took your hand and held it all the way to a cute little spot down the street. “I like this neighborhood. Not far from the subway. Walkable.”

“I like it too. I’ve seen a ton of kids out and about.” That made you want to cringe but you held it in. None of you have had the cliche conversation about your futures. Since you were the only one who could bear children, you figured you should speak up.

“Do you want kids?” You kept your eyes on your salad.

“Yeah. I really do. Have you um, been checked out? Can you have children?” God this was awkward.

“I can. I wonder if Hydra has successfully bred a serum baby. Like, it altered our DNA. I wonder what would happen.” His brow furrowed. He really hadn’t thought about that.

“I will have to look into it. That’s something we need to know I guess. Why do we feel so weird around each other?”

“Right?!” You were so glad he felt it too.

“Are you ever going to forgive me?” He asked so quiet and quickly that you almost didn’t hear.

“Before I answer that question can I ask a question?” He nodded. “Why are you ok with me having your babies but not being your wife? I know in therapy you said it scared you and you didn’t care for my clients. I get all of that. Those are valid things. I can’t help but think you don’t like the optics.” That was the million dollar question. Could Captain America be out as polyamorous? You felt like Steve might be a closet Republican. Most of the republicans that were your clients were the biggest freaks.

“There’s nothing our media team can’t spin. I’m not embarrassed by you and Buck. My reasons for disliking your job are exactly what I said. I feel like being out about our relationship puts a target on your back.”

“But that’s not what you said, Steve. You said ‘I don’t want a whore for a wife’. That implies something completely different. I like what I do. Those rich assholes and politicians put money in my purse. A lot of my clients are like us. Freaks of nature. They can’t have normal relationships. I help them. I don’t judge their abilities or physical mutations. We just fuck and they feel normal for a while. Like the guy I’m seeing tonight. He just wants to feel normal.”

Steve was quiet for the rest of lunch. You gave him a lot to think about. He had no idea you saw yourself as a freak of nature or that you saw him that way. Everyone celebrated what Steve was but essentially threw you away. The people on your client list who he saw as villains have been tossed out by the society he swore to protect. He guessed he jumped the shark a bit by even bringing up marriage. Not like you were there yet.

You and Bucky seemed to have a don’t ask don’t tell policy regarding your situation. That was not Steve. He wouldn’t be satisfied until he knew without a doubt that you were safe. Tonight he will follow you. If he ever wanted to move passed his own feelings, he had to know.

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Tonight you were seeing Erik Lensherr which meant you had to be prepared for anything. He never beat you like other idiots did. He wasn’t stupid. Why hit you when it doesn’t hurt? He liked to really bring you to the brink of pain with pleasure. Sometimes he edged you for hours. He loved when you were a drooling sobbing mess begging for relief. That’s what turned him on. After sessions with him, you always took the following day off.

You and Steve had dinner together. You were both much more relaxed. He sat in the bathroom while you got ready. You picked a dress and made sure to have lots of mascara on. Mascara tears were Erik’s favorite. While you put on your jewelry, he stood behind you and kissed your shoulders. You missed his touch. You leaned in and let him put his hands on you.

“You look beautiful, honey.” he said against the back of your neck.

“Thank you. Why don’t you take the day off tomorrow? We can stay in bed all day.”

He smiled that beautiful sunshine smile at you that made your insides liquid. “Really? Does that mean you forgive me?”

You giggled, “No. It means I want to get reacquainted. Forgiveness is not so easy for me. Maybe if you ever put a ring on it, I’ll forgive you.”

“I’ll take it. Will you be out late?” He kissed his way down your neck.

“I’m not really sure. If I know I won’t be coming home I’ll text you. I wouldn’t wait up.” You allowed him to really kiss you. My lord Steve Rogers is an amazing kisser. He is confident and strong in his movements. He kisses with his whole body. Hands roam your back and and shoulders while he presses your body into his. His eyes barely close, making his lashes flutter on the tops of his cheeks. And he softly moans which drives you crazy. Well, at least Erik won’t have to warm you up.

“I love you. Be safe. Call me if absolutely anything is off. Promise.”

“Yes, sir. I love you, too.”

He gave you a thirty second head start before he followed you on his bike. You met Erik at a beautiful brownstone. He held the door for you and kissed both of your cheeks. Steve saw him pour you a drink and direct you to the sofa by the small of your back. You looked comfortable enough. It was clear the two of you were friends. Then, he sat next to you. His movements became predatory. He always kept his hands on you.

Soon he was taking your drink and leading you up the stairs. It was the moment of truth. He could walk away satisfied that you were safe or climb the fire escape to watch. The thought of seeing you in flagrante was turning him on way more than he should have been. Option B it was.

He climbed to the second story where he sat stock still in a darkened corner. The window was cracked a bit so he could hear everything.

The two of you kissed passionately. Erik’s hands found your zipper and made quick work of shedding your dress. He pushed you to the bed which was decorated by an ornate metal head and footboard. He raised his hand and part of the bed broke off bending around your wrists to bind you.

“Too tight, Princess?”

“No, sir.” Next he attached a spreader bar to your ankles springing your legs open wide. “Color?”

“Green.” Your voice was steady but your breath was heaving in your chest. Steve wondered if it was nerves or excitement.

Erik knelt beside you and stroked your face. “How many times shall I make my Princess cum tonight hmm? Shall we try for six?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Good girl.” He produced a string of metal balls from his pocket and popped them one by one into your mouth. His lips were on yours again. His tongue moved the balls around your mouth clacking them on your teeth. When he was satisfied with their saturation he pried your mouth open with his thumb and removed them. He parted your folds and sunk the balls into your dripping hole one by one. His fingers danced swirling the orbs inside of your cunt. Your back arched off the bed. “Does that feel good, Princess?”

“Yes , sir. So good.”

“Excellent. Princess, I want you to count out loud each time you come. I will edge you for one hour if I don’t hear you.”

“Ah! Yes, sir.” The coil in your belly was building. Erik smiled down on your writhing body. You tried to bring your thighs together but the bar was made of steel. Unless you focused you couldn’t break it.

“Look at you. I bet if I touched you even a little you would cum.” He ran his index finger lightly over your clit and you fell apart.

“One! Oh my…one.” You moaned and that beautiful sound went right to Steve’s cock. He stroked himself outside of his pants at first. He wanted to last as long as you. It would be difficult.

“Good girl. That’s my good, Princess. Doing so well.”

He kept the balls swirling while he licked a stripe up your cunt. His lips closed over your clit. Your hips bucked wildly against his face. You threw your head back against the bed and screamed, “Fuck! Two!”

He pressed the pads of his fingers over your clit and rubbed furiously. “Three” you whimpered.

He smacked your pussy hard. “Didn’t hear you, love.”

“Three, sir.”

“You getting tired on me? You have three more. Color, darling.”

“Green, sir.”

“Oooh. She’s being a warrior tonight. Give me one more in my mouth and I’ll take two on my cock.”

“Yes, sir.”

He went back to licking your snatch. You were sonsensitive. His big hands held you still while he licked and nibbled. Steve leaned on the railing panting. He couldn’t take it anymore. He unsheathed his throbbing member and wrapped it tight in his fist.

You got to four and tears started streaking your face. Erik pulled out the balls and tossed them aside. You mewled at the emptiness in your pussy. Erik undressed. When his cock was free he ran the leaking tip around the hole pushing in ever so slightly. The stretch made you cry out.

“So wet for me. You’re leaking and I haven’t even pushed all the way in. Do you want more?” You nodded so he pulled away. “Use your words or you won’t get to cum.”

“More please, sir. I need it.” He slammed into you letting his pelvis hit your clit hard.

“Was that five, my darling?”

“N…no, sir. M’so close.”

“Give it to me.” His hips pumped faster and faster. You screamed and nearly arched yourself in half.

“Fiiiiive. Yellow, sir.”

“Oh you feel so good around my cock. One more and then I’ll paint your belly and tits.”

Steve pumped his fist in time with Erik’s hips. When you came the sixth time, so did he. Hot ropes of cum dribbled onto his hand. He kept stroking while Erik finished.

“Think you can go for seven? It would make me so proud.” You were much too sensitive.

“Red! Red red red.” Erik pulled out immediately and jerked himself all over your belly and breasts. Out of breath he fell over onto the bed next to you. You looked wrecked. With a wave of his hand your wrists were free. He undid the spreader and kissed you deeply.

“Water, Princess?”

“Yes, please.” He brought you a glass and held it to your lips. He tossed you your dress. You didn’t clean yourself up. That was part of the scene. You went home still sticky with his cum. Steve was feral at the thought of licking another man’s seed off of you. He made it down and onto his bike before you got to the door.

You took your payment and kissed Erik goodbye.

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Steve made it into the house moments before you. He changed his clothes and acted like he had been home all night. His heart thumped loud in his ears when he heard your keys in the door.

“Hey, honey. Didn’t expect you so early.” You patted him on the head as you limped into the bathroom.

“Need a shower.”

“Can I join you?” The thought of cumming again nearly made you cry.

“Yes, but only to shower.” He jumped up and followed you. You shook out your hair and went to unzip your dress but his hands were there already.

“You look so pretty right now. All fucked out. You were such a good girl tonight.” Every nerve in your body prickled. He kissed down your neck and the top of your spine.

“Steve, did you follow me?” Your voice was low. Your expression unreadable.

“Are you mad? I just wanted peace of mind. I got a lot more than that. I’m not saying I’ll be ok every time. But, if I’m honest, I’ve been thinking about licking that cum off of you.” Your whole body went warm. A smirk pulled at the corner of your lips as you edged down your dress.

“Did you like what you saw, sweet boy?”

“Mmm. Very much.”

“Did you make yourself cum watching us?”

“I did.” He ground his hard cock into your ass cheek.

“I’m so sticky. Clean me up before we shower.” He knelt in front of you and licked all of the dried cum off of your belly. “Mmm. Good boy.”

“I need to be inside of you so bad. Please can I fuck you?”

“Please fuck me, Steve.”’ He brought you into the shower and soaped you up. After the two of you were clean he kissed you fiercely. He lifted your hips and drove into you. “I can’t wait until Jamie gets home so I can tie you to the chair while he fucks my brains out. Wanna watch Jamie fuck me, sweet boy?” He moaned loudly.

“Yes, ma’am. Wanna watch him pound this pretty pussy.” It wasn’t long before you both lost it.

You got into bed and stretched out on his chest. “Y/n?”

“Yeah?”

“I had no idea I would like that.”

You giggled, “We learn something new about ourselves every day.” You both completely passed out.

The next morning Bucky got home early. He was shocked that Steve wasn’t already up. He found the two of you sleeping soundly. He nearly cried at how content you were. Steve opened his eyes and pressed his finger to his lips. Bucky got undressed and crawled in behind you. He pressed a kiss onto your shoulder and laid an arm across your back. He and Steve laced their fingers together.

“Did you make up?” He whispered.

“Something like that. It’s a long story.” You stirred a little.

“Jamie?”

“I’m home, baby doll. Go back to sleep.” He kissed you again and pulled the covers over you.

“K. Steve’s a kinky freak.” You buried your face into Steve to shield you from the sun streaming in from the curtains.

Bucky raised an eyebrow and smiled. Steve kept his eyes closed. “What the fuck happened?”

“Get some sleep. I promise we’ll show you later.” He kissed the back of Bucky’s hand and fell back to sleep. Bucky forced himself to close his eyes. He couldn’t imagine what was going to happen but he couldn’t wait to find out.

#steve rogers fanfic #captain america x reader #steve rogers x reader #marvel #mcu x reader #captain america smut #steve rogers x sex worker reader #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes x sex worker reader #bucky barnes x enhanced reader #magneto #erik lehnsherr

[malicerewatchesdoctorwho]

The Wheel In Space - Episode Four

Written by - David Whitaker (Story by Kit Pedler) Director - Tristan de Vere Cole Producer - Peter Bryant

Episode Four

("The problem with the drug is it's only effective against a known enemy." - The Doctor to Gemma about how the Wheel's crew are protected from mind control by a drug.)

Likes

- I like Gemma trying to talk sense into Jarvis quite a bit in this one. She sees his point, but knows he's taking it way too far. She also wants to check to see if there is anything to worry about with these Cybermats and Cybermen.

- I still love Duggan and calling the Cybermat Billy Bug. It's so cute.

- I also love the teamwork shown here and people's jobs. I have no idea why. Possibly because it's so normal in an otherwise abnormal situation and barely anyone knows.

- Jamie thinking he's ruined a recording that can easily be taped over, because he has no idea of what a tape recorder is. Zoe sounding slightly amused at his confusion.

- Gemma admitting that she is worried that things might go bad when Jarvis finds a problem he can't deal with. She's worried about his health. Glad someone is.

- Bill and the way he talks to his workers. Just... Bill calling himself Daddy XD He's looking after the lot of them, he is responsible, he is the Dad. Either that, or he too is kinky :P

Dislikes

- Jarvis, the only one who seems to be sick on this Space Wheel is you.

- Were the two that were given the break Vallance and Laleham because of collecting the Bernalium from the rocket? Or were those two nameless people that take the 45 minute break? I am so confused right now to who those two were.

- Is this how the men usually talk? Because it seems really flat to me and wrong because of it. Usually people not being controlled tend to have inflection in their tone. Shouldn't Bill notice this, if it is different? Bill, you're the Dad here. Pay attention to your kiddies.

- Wow, the shit Zoe went through to get her abilities is awful. Did she volunteer for that, or was it just done to her because she could withstand it and survive?

Awesome

- I am definitely still liking the sound effects in this one. That's good.

- Some of the scenes in this are still there. Like people walking down corridors or Chang when he got the air lock ready for Vallance and Laleham.

Shitty

- It's missing, oh yay. Still, less and less in this category.

- Eh, I wasn't too thrilled in this episode with the CGI animation used in the scene where the Cybermen are packed into the cargo to the Wheel. I get why they did it, because otherwise it would be like 1 still, or they didn't have the stills to do it with and it would just be people moving boxes silently. But still.

In Conclusion

Things are starting to heat up in this Wheel. The Cybermen are now on board the Wheel, people are starting to drop like flies because of it and people are now starting to actually listen to the Doctor.

Jarvis is losing it, but Gemma and Zoe have noticed. I stopped calling Bill Duggan because I really liked him and now he's dead. Everyone is hella busy trying to save the Wheel from oncoming meteors, but the main techie working on the lasers was Bill, who is now dead.

I liked this episode a lot. I am liking this whole story so far. It helps that we get to know little things about the side characters.

Body count - 2. Chang got killed by a Cyberman. Bill zapped himself in the central control room and died while being mind controlled by the Cybermen. RIP Daddy.

#classic doctor who #doctor who #the wheel in space #episode four #epic rewatch #second doctor #jamie mccrimmon #zoe heriot #cybermen

[mydearestreaderfanfics]

Revenant and Romance (Keith x Reader)

Warnings: injury (not serious)

Word Count: 2,839

Prompt/Request: Eleventh day of the October Special: Ghost Hunter.

Summary: The Trans-Allegheny Lunatic Asylum offers many experiences to, say, a medium or a ghost hunter. Maybe it also offers something for those who may not have been looking for love, but are bound to find it anyway.

Author: Mod Alex

Keith Kogane, also known as Ghosts and Dog, was an overnight YouTube sensation. His videos almost always seemed to have some kind of encounter, although none of them were deemed proof enough for the skeptics. He was also respected by the online community for never staging the sightings, only capturing the proof that actually showed up. His voice was pleasant and he always did his research, retelling the history behind each place while he filmed. He also always had his dog Kosmo with him which was a major bonus. You’d been a fan for as long as you can remember, even before he became a trending channel. He had inspired you to try and contact ghosts too, just in a different way. You'd always felt the presence of ghosts, only now you'd managed to successfully communicate with them, aiding them in finding their way to the other side. You'd even become confident enough in your abilities to start your own channel.

Trans-Allegheny Lunatic Asylum was his next destination. He’d visited Mothman’s hometown because cryptids, obviously, so while he was still in West Virginia he figured he might as well stop by one of America’s most haunted locations. His next video was due any day now too. “Come on, Kosmo, we gotta hit the road.” “Awroo?” “I know you wanted to find Mothman, I did too, but we have to upload something eventually.” The blue-tinted wolfdog bumped against Keith, whining. “I’ll get you some treats for the road.” This bribery seemed like enough for the oversized dog as he made a beeline for their truck.

Trans-Allegheny Lunatic Asylum was going to be your magnum opus. If you could help even so much as one of the tortured souls in the asylum then you’d be happy. Keith hadn’t done any videos on it and as far as you knew he didn’t have any plans on exploring the property anytime soon, which was a plus. At least you wouldn’t be labeled as a poser by the people of YouTube for “stealing his idea”. You’d be allowed to explore the asylum freely with no accusations of being unoriginal.

You pulled in at the front of the building, surprised to see a truck already there. When you called the day before you’d been told they weren’t having any tours and that there shouldn’t be any employee vehicles except in the back. So who did this truck belong to? Perhaps one of the employees had accidentally parked there? You shrugged it off and grabbed your backpack. Inside, the asylum looked just how you’d pictured it. Paint chipped brick walls with questionable stains. Ah well, you didn’t go to these places for interior design tips. You decided to get a feel for the place before setting up and actually trying to contact the dead.

You’d only made it to the second floor when you heard someone talking. You crept towards the noise expecting it to be one of three things: a security guard, some random kids in search of trouble, or spirits. What you weren’t expecting to find was your favorite YouTuber in the middle of recording. You paused and he did too upon noticing you, which was a bad idea because, like you said, he was in the middle of recording. “Eep! Sorry, I wasn’t aware there was going to be anybody else here. I’ll just be going.” You moved to turn around when you heard Keith call out for you to come back. You did so, albeit hesitantly. There was your literal role model and you waltzed into his recording like a dunce. “Are you with the staff?” He seemed genuinely confused. “No?” His confusion only increased from your answer. Before he had a chance to ask you any more questions Kosmo bounded over to you, knocking into your legs and making you fall back, he then proceeded to lick your face and nuzzle against you like you were his best friend. “Kosmo, you can’t-,” Keith began. You laughed, petting the larger than life dog. “Hi, cutie. You’re a cuddly pupper aren’t you?” “Kosmo.” Keith whistled and Kosmo went bounding back toward him. “Sorry about that, he doesn’t realize how big he is.” “You got up, brushing the fur off your clothes. “No worries, he seems really sweet.” You knew he was really sweet, you’d seen how adorable he was in Keith’s videos. “So you said you weren’t part of the staff?” “No, I’m here to investigate.” “They told me there wasn’t anybody else here today.” “I was told the same thing. You can imagine my surprise when I saw you.” “Grr-bork!” You two were interrupted once again by Kosmo who was barking in your direction. Why? Just seconds ago he was cuddling you like there was no tomorrow. You held your hands up as the wolfdog approached you slowly, hunched and growling. You gave a quiet yelp as he lunged, tensing for the impact. Except it never came. He had landed and began barking like crazy in the space just past you. A translucent figure stood before you. He grinned, pleased that you could see him. His expression sent chills down your spine, something about him was very off. “Kosmo, what are you doing?” Oh, right, he couldn't see the ghost, like Kosmo and you. Perhaps if you walked away the spirit would follow you and leave Keith and Kosmo alone. Just as you turned to leave you felt something sharp rake across your arm and growl ‘get out’ in your ear. Kosmo’s barking got louder and he ran in circles around you like he was trying to protect you. You lifted your sweater sleeve, relieved that you weren’t bleeding, however there was five red welts. Once the spirit was gone Kosmo sat at your feet whining. “Thank you for trying, sweetie. Don’t feel bad, I’ve dealt with worse.” “What? You understand what Kosmo’s trying to do?” “Um, yeah? I mean, sorta.” “He does that with me sometimes… What was all of that?” “I’m not sure if you’d believe me even if I told you.” “Try me.” “Alright. There was a ghost and Kosmo was trying to keep him away. It didn’t work and the ghost did what most malevolent ghosts do and scratched me in an attempt to get me to leave.” You shrugged, hoping what you said came across as you not being delusional. “Wait, you could see the ghost?” “Maybe…” You’d seen Keith get excited before on his videos, but never to this extent. He practically had stars in his eyes. “So you can actually see ghosts?” “I mean yeah.” “That’s fantastic, would you mind sticking around for my video.” “Wh-what? You want me to be in your video?” “If you are okay with that. I’m Keith by the way.” “I know, I m-mean… Sorry I just, I’ve seen your videos before, that’s actually part of the reason I’m here. I wanted to help the ghosts.” You expected him to get mad, but instead he just smiled. “Great, so you already know how this goes.” “Oh yeah, I guess that’s true.” He waved you over in front of the camera. You hesitantly walked over to him, awaiting his instruction. He picked up shortly before where you had walked in, pausing to declare he had a special guest. “This is…” “(Y/N), pleasure to be here.” You waved awkwardly at the camera. “They’re here on ghost hunting business too.” “Ghost helping actually, I am a medium.”

Keith alternated between filming while he explored and exploring freely without worrying about the camera. You may have liked his on-camera persona (which wasn’t terribly different from his real identity), but his real-self was much more appealing. He seemed less tense, freer to express himself. He was more charming than you’d originally thought, and, truth be told, you had a teensy crush on him and him being genuine only heightened your feelings. Not that you were about to act on them, that would be completely inappropriate. “Do you see any other ghosts?” He interrupted your train of thoughts. “No, but I do think I hear a kid laughing.” You riffled through your bag, grinning when you found what you were looking for: a toddler-sized xylophone. “A xylophone?” “Yup!” You followed the sound of laughter, finding yourselves in a room. On the floor was a child no older than five. It broke your heart that this child, practically still a baby, was stuck here. “Hi, would it be okay if we joined you?” The kid looked up surprised that you could see him. “U-um, okay.” “Thank you. Would you like a new toy?” His eyes lit up. “You have one? I don’t get any new toys. And most people who come here are really mean.” “We aren’t mean, don’t worry. Here.” You placed the xylophone in front of him and he eyed it curiously. “You hit the little stick against the bars and it makes music, try it.” “Okay.” Keith watched as the toy seemingly played on its own. The little boy looked up cheerfully. “This is fun!” You smiled, happy to bring cheer to the ghost child. “What’s your name? Mine is (Y/N), and this is Keith.” Keith waved toward the wall and you had to redirect his hand in the right direction. “I’m James. My mommy and my friends called me Jamie, though.” “Well, Jamie, would you like to try and move on?” He froze. “Everyone who moves on doesn’t come back…” If he could, his eyes would be filling with tears. “Hey, hey, shh shh shh. It’s okay, you don’t have to. I just thought you might want to cause it’s much more peaceful than this place.” Jamie opened his mouth to speak again, but heavy footsteps interrupted him. He shrunk back with even more fear. “I- I have to go.” He vanished. “What’s going on?” Keith tapped your shoulder as he asked the question. Apparently, he heard the footsteps too. “I've got a bad feeling about those footsteps. Jamie said he had to go because of them.” “Jamie?” “The ghost boy.” “Oh.” “Yeah, come on!” You grabbed his hand, running out the door, but just as you made it to the hallway, the source of the footsteps caught up with you. It was a man, different from the one you'd seen earlier. He was dressed in an old-timey doctor apparel and looked sadistically pleased to have spotted you both. “Patients aren't supposed to fraternize.” “We aren’t patients.” “Oh, then the press then?” His expression turned much darker, “We were not notified that anyone from the paper would be here today.” “We aren’t from the paper.” “In that case, you must be dropping off a new patient, let me see him then.” He reached for Keith and you stepped in front of him protectively. “Kosmo, get Keith out of here.” The dog barked his affirmative and began tugging at Keith’s jeans away from the ghost. “Noncompliant guests will be subjected to medical inspection.” He grabbed your jaw so tight you could tell there would be bruising later. “You seem like an adequate patient. What kind of treatment might you need? Perhaps a lobotomy, the chair? So many options…” You shoved him which proved to be futile as your hands just passed right through him. Meanwhile, Kosmo was making very little progress with Keith because he kept trying to get back to help you. “You have no power over me, Doctor, I am not a patient and you have no right to harm me.” He frowned, before grinning, showing bright sinister teeth. “We shall see about that.” Still holding you by your jaw, he pulled you along. Keith finally got past Kosmo and ran to help you, he caught your arm just before you turned the corner. “They’re with me! Get away from them!” Somehow Keith’s pull had loosened you from the creepy doctor's grip. It gave you enough time to run. The three of you ran all the way to the room you found Keith in originally. You’d lost the doctor for now.

Jamie reappeared as Keith and you were recording; while he only showed up as a questionable blur on the camera, you could see him clear as day. Keith recorded for a minute longer before stopping so that you two could speak to him. “Jamie, it’s good to see you again.” “You and your boyfriend got away from Dr. Franklin, that’s good.” “Yeah the do- Wait, he’s not- we aren’t.” “What did Jamie say?” “Oh, he just said that he was happy we got away from the doctor back there.” “Was that all?” “He may ormaynothavecalledyoumyboyfriend…” You mumbled, making it hard for him to catch what you said. “What?” “He thought you were my boyfriend.” “Oh.” Keith blushed and looked away. “Sorry did I say something wrong?” “No, it’s okay, it’s just we are only friends.” Barely that. “Oh, okay.” A childishly mischievous look flashed over Jamie’s face briefly before he wandered over to Kosmo. After that, you couldn’t hear what he said. Kosmo barked, however, so apparently, he heard Jamie. Before you knew it Kosmo was nudging you towards Keith. “Kosmos, what are you, oof.” After an especially hard nudge, he managed to knock you off balance and straight into Keith’s arms, or more accurately onto Keith’s chest. He caught you, scolding Kosmo while doing so. He wasn’t making any move towards letting you go, though- not that you were complaining. You were sure your face was the same color as the blood you’d seen on Doctor Franklin's clothes. Maybe not the most appealing description, but it seemed accurate. “Um, Keith. Can I move?” “Hmm? Oh, right! Sorry.” He let you go, wringing his hands awkwardly once you'd taken a step back. Were the ghost and the dog trying to play matchmaker? Was it working?

The daylight was fading quickly and the spirit activity was quickly becoming overwhelming. You'd had to dodge Dr. Franklin a handful of times and Jamie had since gotten other children ghost on board the S.S. Make Keith and You Fall in Love. Between the romance fueled shenanigans you’d managed to work information out of the ghosts, after all, you had promised yourself you'd help them pass on. From what you’d gathered, Jamie was ready to move on but was too afraid of the unknown to pass on alone. Another kid, the ghost of a young girl who was tied to this plane of existence because of her grisly murder offered to move on with him if she could. All you had to do was tell the world who killed her. She told you the name and you promised to pass it on and find proof for her. That was good enough for her. All you had to do now was convince Jamie. “Jamie, can I talk to you for a second?” “Sure.” “I know you didn’t sound crazy about the idea at first, but Lilly offered to cross over with you so you weren’t alone.” “I don’t want to go! It’s scary.” “I know, but don’t you want to see your mommy again?” “Mommy will be there?” “Of course, sweetie, and I’m sure she’d be so happy to see you again. And then you wouldn't have to worry about Dr. Franklin anymore either.” “I wanna see her again, but what about you and Keith?” “What about me and Keith?” “Who will make sure you two end up happy too?” “I knew you were the one doing this.” “You both are nice, I wanna help.” “I'll tell you what, if you agree to cross over, I’ll ask Keith if he wants to go get coffee with me.” Jamie crinkled his nose, “Why coffee? That’s icky. And also that’s not what I mean.” You got down on his level and whispered. “Go get coffee is like adult code word for go on a date.” “Whoa, adults use code words? Like spies?” You laughed, “Yeah, like spies.” “OK, but you have to ask him first.”

“Keith, can I ask you something?” He was tinkering with his camera which seemed to have stopped working. “Yeah, what is it?” You steeled your nerves as best you could which wasn’t very much. “Would you like to go get coffee with me, after this I mean.” His eyebrows raised in surprise. Had you been too bold? “That sounds nice, actually.” Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Jamie raise his thumb in approval and you laughed inwardly. Who knew a ghost boy would make such a good wingman? As promised, Jamie and Lilly starting to pass on, hand in hand. As they did, they got fainter and fainter, and the energy they gave off became less and less obvious until- nothing. You smiled softly. May they rest peacefully. “Are you ready?” “As I’ll ever be.” “You’re the one that asked me out-” “I was making a joke, of course, I’m ready.” You and Keith, much like Jamie and Lilly, also left the Trans-Allegheny Lunatic Asylum hand in hand.

#voltron #keith x reader #fanfictions #keith kogane #injury #mod alex

[writewithurheart]

A Second Chance: A Dramatic Entrance

Chicago Med/Arrow Crossover 

Author’s Note: It has been a LONG time coming, but the next chapter’s finally up! And we’re finally up to the first episode of Chicago Med! 

Chapter 12

He really has no idea why he thought Chicago would be any better than Starling City. He hadn’t been in town for more than 48 hours and he’s already been in a train crash. Its like he attracted trouble, courted it even. From his childhood to his residency to his fellowship as a Trauma Surgeon, it seems he can’t go somewhere calm.

Or doesn’t want to. He can’t deny that he’s a thrill seeker.

Although showing up to his first day of work in the back of an ambulance, covered in blood wasn’t in his plan. He knew Chicago wouldn’t be serene but still…a train crash? Did these events follow him around? 

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He didn’t mean to traumatize the med student. He just had a job to do and do fast. So he had stepped in. Now, sitting in a quiet room, faced with the gash on his arm, he felt a little bad about it. Just a little. She had to get used to the pace of the ER. He didn’t pull punches. That wasn’t who he was, not since the earthquake. Leaving Starling had changed him. He wouldn’t coddle interns. It would hurt them in the long run.

Connor sighs and pulls off his shirt so he can get a better look at the cut on his bicep. Compared to his other injuries, this is nothing, a scratch. He grabs himself a suture kit and disinfects the wound. It’s long and deep enough that he’s going to have to stitch it, even if it would be a bitch to do himself. The rest of the doctors are busy saving lives and there’s no way he’s going to ask an intern to assist.

“Doctor Rhodes, I thought you could use these…”

He glances back to see the spare scrubs being carried in by one of the nurses. He offers her a barely there smile and focuses back on his arm. “Thank you.”

“How’d that happen?”

“Must have snagged it on the wreckage.” He would shrug if he wasn’t working on his own arm. He’d laugh at the ridiculousness of it all. Chicago reminds him so much of Starling, so much so that the difference between him now and him five years ago is jarring. Before everything, before the Undertaking, before Tommy Merlyn died, he had been in love with Laurel Lance, had been fragile and…safe. Now, getting hurt in wreckage was common place, stitching himself up was a fact of life. No wonder Oliver had gotten stranded on an island and become a vigilante.

The nurse frowns at him, voice adopting a teasing tone: “You know we do have a couple of doctors around here. I could hook you up.”

Connor smiles and glances at her nametag. April. Oh, he likes her. Humor in the face of odd doctors. That’s good. Cause he’s independent and quirky. He likes people that can work with that. “I don’t need one. I could use a nurse though. Come be my other hand?”

She nods. He feels bad testing out his new back story with her. It’s technically not a lie, that he grew up in Chicago. He lived here as much as he ever lived in Starling City.  They joke about the situation, tossing words back and forth in friendly banter as he closes up the wound. She’s efficient as they talk, clearly capable. If he was still Tommy, he’d be hitting on her already, but he’s not. He’s Connor Rhodes. He doesn’t hit on everything that moves. He appreciates that she can be a nurse and just that.

…

Whispers follow him around all day. He supposes that dramatic entrance where he told off the Senior Resident What’s-his-face, didn’t help with flying under the radar. Nor the fact that he managed to butt heads with the Chief of Psychiatry, Dr. Charles. Or that he had to display his fluent Spanish when his patient’s girlfriend arrived with only a rudimentary understanding of English.

He does his best to ignore the stares and do his job. That’s why he’s here: to use medicine to save lives.

He had to fight to get Jamie on a ventilator, fight to get a kid with terminal disease treatment of pneumonia. It was one of those things he hadn’t expected to happen his first day. Then again, he was told that the worst part of practicing medicine was patients that wouldn’t listen to reason. Jamie had the right to refuse treatment. It was just frustrating. He’d had to fight Dr. Charles too just to get him to convince the boy to do it.

At least he and Dr. Charles ended up in a good place. Connor’s not sure he’s ever going to be on solid terms with Dr. Halstead. It started off Rocky and got worse. Seems like he wanted to pick a fight, like the fact that Connor had grown up rich had protected him from the world. He would like to throw it back in Halstead’s face, but he bit his tongue. Halstead wasn’t going to break his cover.

The view from the roof though, that was doing wonders for his peace of mind. It’s vaguely self-depricating, standing on the roof staring out at a skyline that reminds him of Starling, or rather what Starling looked like before the Undertaking levelled half the Glades. Oh, he knows it’s a completely Oliver-like thing to do, to stare off into the void and brood. At least he tries to make conversation with people when they approach him.

God, he could use a drink.

Connor takes a deep breath and closes his eyes against the setting sun. He’s had his moment, a break in his hectic first day, now it’s time to get back to work, time to save lives. That is why he became a doctor after all: to save lives.

…

The breather was just when he needed for his luck to turn, apparently. He came back from his break to test results that match his crash victim to Jamie, the college student fighting so hard to live with a terminal illness, the kid who just needs a pair of healthy lungs.

Coming off that high, he comes across the med student from earlier.

She’s hunched over the practice dummy, stabbing in a needle to practice her central line. She’s doing everything right now with her headphones blasting and blocking out the rest of the world. Her hands are steady, the motions sure. He knows first hand that real life ERs are never like that. Feeling a little bad that she’s probably doing this because of what happened earlier, he steps into the room.

“Central line. Can’t tell you how many times I missed before I finally got it.”

“I know how to do it,” she insists without looking over. “I just couldn’t do it in there.”

“It takes practice, that’s all.” And now he sounds like all his teachers, especially Doctor Corbal who insisted that if he spent half as much time practicing as he did flirting, he would be a great doctor one day.

“I’m fine with him.” She finally looks at him. “I never miss.”

“Yeah, he’s the ideal patient.” That’s the thing that’s so hard to understand in med school, that life is messy and hardly ever follows a textbook definition of anything, especially in an ER. “You can’t hurt him and his life’s not hanging in the balance.”

“If this rotation weren’t a requirement, I wouldn’t be here.”

Finally, the truth comes out. He’s oddly proud of himself for getting her to open up. “And where would you be?”

“I’m a lab person.”

Of course. “Pathology?”

“Maybe.”

That’s a yes. It’s adorable how much she believes it. “Yeah, every med student, once they start dealing with patients, thinks they’d do better in pathology. I did.” He’d insisted on it too, for months, right up until the moment he had to apply for residencies.  

She narrows her eyes at him, like she doesn’t believe it. “What made you change your mind?”

Connor shrugs. “I interned in an ER like this one. I saw people come through the door every day, on the verge of death and I saved lives. It’s different, working with your hands. It takes heart. You lose that in the lab.”

She nods slowly, turning back to the practice dummy. “Maybe that wouldn’t be so bad.”

“Just you wait, Doctor…”

“Reese,” she supplies. “Sara. I’m not a doctor yet.”

“You will be,” Connor says with a grin as he walks out of the room. If she can channel that conviction into an ER room, that drive into helping a living, breathing patient. Then she’s going to be just fine. She wants to be good at this.  She just needs to get past that anxiety.

These people are starting to grow on him. Chicago was definitely the right choice.

…

“So, how was your first day?”

Connor laughs at the question as he walks down the dark street. “It was good, Felicity. It started out with a train crash and ended up with a life-saving lung transplant.”

“A train crash? Sounds gruesome?”

“It was rough. Something happened to the track. I was lucky I wasn’t in the car that fell.”

“Please tell me that was just a really bad joke and that you weren’t on the train.”

“This coming from the woman who runs around with vigilantes,” he teases as he slows to a stop outside the bar. Molly’s had been recommended to him by just about everyone in the hospital. It was apparently owned by some firefighters over at 51. “I made a splash when I came in with an ambulance and pissed off the Head Resident, who might also hate me because I grew up rich.”

She laughs. “Well, you haven’t slept with his girlfriend so he can’t hate you too much…you didn’t sleep with his girlfriend, did you?”

“Whoa, Lis! I’m not the one who had a habit of sleeping with taken women. That was my cohort in crime who now dresses up in green leather and shoots arrows in people.” A couple girls walk past and look him over before ducking into the bar with a giggle. He shakes his head. “Besides, I’m just trying to make friends.”

“Tommy, you’ve got like a magical ability to make friends,” Felicity sighs. “I mean, even if you’re Connor now, you’re still you. You attract people like…I don’t know…Frat boys to a toga party? It’s ridiculous. As if your good looks weren’t enough, you can talk to people without accidentally putting your foot in your mouth.”

“Felicity, your babbles are endearing. You literally have Oliver wrapped around your little finger.”

She sighs, a happy noise. “Yeah, I kinda do, don’t I?”

“Yes. You really do,” Connor says with a smile. “It’s nauseating.”

“You’re not even here.” She harrumphs. “How could you possibly know that?”

“John and I talk.” He spots Dr. Charles through the window. “Listen, I am about to go give a potential new friend some good news. Call you later? And then you can tell me about the date Oliver’s going to ask you on.”

“Uh-huh. You and John with your talks. And if Oliver ever does ask me out, you will be the first to know.”

“I’m holding you to it, Smoak. I better be the first call.”

A laugh. “Deal.”

“Call you later, Smoak.”

“Bye, Wizard. Make good life choices.”

#arrow fic #chicago med fic #arrow/chicago med crossover #connor rhodes #tommy merlyn #crossover fic

[boystownbirdie]

NEW PHONE WHO DIS?

Are you an inexperienced or inconsistent Game of Thrones viewer? Are you not quite sure who all of these people are and why you should care about them or their hairstyles? I present to you… New Phone, Who Dis?  A guide to the major characters of Game of Thrones, season 7, brought to you by the same blerg that brought you, LET ME WATCH TV 4 U? 

For each character we’ll be answering the following questions: WHO DIS? Who are their still-alive allies (best budz)? Will he/she win the game of thrones? Will he/she survive the next 11 episodes? I’ll start with a quick n’ dirty guide to the big 3 families and then get into individuals… 

Before we start, SPOILER ALERT,  OBVI. Let’s go!

The Starks

Members: Mom (Catelyn) and Dad (Ned) are both dead, so you don’t need to know much about them except that Ned died at the end of season 1 and Catelyn died at that “red wedding” people are always talking about. They had 5 kids: Robb (also died at the red wedding), Sansa (alive!), Arya (also alive!), Bran (wow also alive!), and Rickon (RIP). There’s also Jon Snow aka Bae who was raised as “Ned Stark’s bastard” but was recently confirmed to be the son of Ned’s sister Lyanna and Rhaegar Targaryen, so he’s actually Ned’s nephew and is a sort of Stark-Targaryen mix. For ease of reading, I’ll refer to him as Ned’s son for the rest of this post since this is knowledge that you and I and Bran have but Bae doesn’t even know yet.

Hobbies: Giant wolves, talking about winter, suppressing their feelings, following the rules, dying and coming back to life (well mostly just Bae), living at Winterfell (their home base)

The Lannisters

Members: At this point it’s just 3 adult siblings and get this, THEY’RE ALL ALIVE. Which is truly shocking. There’s Cersei (aka Queen Pixie Cut or QPC), her twin bro/lover Jaime, and their little bro Tyrion (who, despite his heritage is definitely not #teamLannister). QPC and her bro pro-created and had 3 kids together, that she pretended to be the children of her hubby, King Robert Baratheon. Sadly her kids and former hubby are all no longer with us.

Hobbies: Incest, drinking wine, lions I guess?, being rich, killing people who threaten to reveal their secrets or get in their way

The Targaryens

Members: Daenerys (aka Khaleesi) is the only real, legit one who is still alive THAT WE KNOW OF. Jon Snow (Bae) is technically her brother’s son and therefore a Targaryen but he doesn’t know that yet. The only other legit Targaryen we met in the series was her brother Viserys who was THE WORST and got his face burned off.

Hobbies: Dragons, fire, being in-flammable (is that a word?), traditionally they were also into incest but Khaleesi hasn’t gotten into that yet

***Important takeaway: At this point, most of the characters are either #teamBae (Stark), #teamQPC (Lannister), or #teamKhaleesi (Targaryen)**

Now let’s jump into our characters!

WHO DIS?

DIS IS: Jon Snow aka Bae aka King of the North aka (former) High Commander of the Nightswatch aka Lord Snow/ King Crow/ The White Wolf. He is famously moody but he is a legit kind, respectful, and open-minded person who is a skilled warrior. He also was stabbed to death by a bunch of his friends at the celibacy-training-academy but then came back to life when an evil witch lady did a spell, TG. Follow up Q- Why is he “Bae?” Because look at that face, duh. But also he is generally pretty #woke and v sensual, esp in season 3 when he meets his lover and breaks his vows of celibacy to tap dat. Said lover famously repeats the phrase “you know nothing, Jon Snow,” but turns out HE DOES KNOW SOME STUFF. Talkin’ bout sex stuff.

Best budz? His besties are Sam, currently studying to be a maester (doctor/historian/librarian/bed-pan-cleaner) and his giant wolf named Ghost. He’s also got his half-sis Sansa on his side as well as No-Knuckles (a nice old dude with some leadership experience), Lady Mormont (the most badass 11 year old you’ve ever met), and a bunch of other “Great Northern Houses” who proclaimed him King of the North. He’s also pals with a bunch of “wildlings” who are people who were born North of the ice wall as well as the current “Nightswatch” dudes who he left in charge when he headed to Winterfell.

Will he win the game of thrones?  Maybe? He’s the only current leader who seems as concerned as he should be about the white walkers (giant army of ice zombies who are LOVING this winter weather). Plus he’s a decent guy (chill dude, likes to hang out) AND he’s got that Targaryen and Stark background so he’s got some legit claims to the throne.

Will he survive the next 11 episodes? I think yes. Again, he already died and came back to life so I doubt that will happen again.

WHO DIS?

DIS IS: Sansa Stark, current Queen of Winterfell (I guess?) former fiancee of Joffrey (now dead), former wife of Tyrion, former wife of Ramsay Bolton (he was evil and she had his dogs eat him) and second oldest legit Stark kid. She used to be obsessed with #fashun and Joffrey but then he turned out to be insane in the membrane and she’s spent the past 5 years being tortured, raped, and traded around by dudes until she reunited with her half-bro, Bae. Now she is much more practical and less trusting and as we’ve seen in the past 2 eps, not always on the same page with Bae.

Best budz? Brienne of Tarth aka Ladyknight is sworn to protect her, as is her squire, Pod. She was pals with Theon (previously-traumatized Theon) because he helped her escape evil Ramsay and I guess she’s friends with Littlefinger who is one of the said dudes who’s been trading her around. Littlefinger is apparently in lurve with her but also WAY OLDER and also used to be in lurve with her mom which is super creepy.

Will she win the game of thrones? Unlikely. She doesn’t really seem to want to be in charge of anything at the moment, but that could change.

Will she survive the next 11 episodes? Doubt it. She’s already been through a lot and while I’d love to see her happy and safe and living her #bestlife, I kind of doubt she will survive to the end because she’s been hangin’ by a thread for awhile.

WHO DIS?

DIS IS: Arya Stark aka “A Girl” aka Arry aka former intern at the face-swapping-assassin-training academy turned rogue assassin. She recently reconnected with her roots and it seems like she’ll be heading home to see her sis and half-bro in Winterfell. She’s a skilled swords-woman and has never been into anything traditionally feminine. She was briefly blind and before that was a captive of “The Hound” who hoped to trade her for some $$ but ended up escaping from him. Most recently, she killed Walder Frey (a powerful old dude who was pals with the Lannisters) and then poisoned like 100 of his friends and family.

Best budz? Before they were separated, she and Bae were very close (not in an incest way, tho) and she has a friend named Hot Pie who’s a great local chef #eatlocal. She and her sis Sansa were never very close because of their vast differences, but I’m pretty sure they’ll be happy to see one another alive. She made friends with this dude Gendry who is secretly the bastard son of Cersei’s ex-hubby but she hasn’t seen him in awhile. 

Will she win the game of thrones? Doubtful. Again, she’s showed no ambition to lead but has shown great skill as a fighter. My guess is she will end up as a knight or some other type of warrior/fighter/guardian.

Will she survive the next 11 episodes? I’m gonna say yes. She is VERY HARD TO KILL even for trained assassins. 

WHO DIS?

DIS IS: Bran Stark aka the NEW AND IMPROVED three-eyed-raven, youngest living Stark kid (presumed dead by many), paraplegic but what he lacks in mobility he makes up for in ability to see into and affect events in the past and enter the brains of animals and other humans. He’s been up North of the ice-wall for awhile but as of season 7 ep 1, is safe with the nightswatch at the wall and likely headed to see his fam at Winterfell. He’s the only person (that we know of) who knows the truth about Bae’s parentage.

Best budz? His best bud is Meera, a very badass chick who helps him get around/survive. He also met and be-friended Bae’s friend Sam a few seasons ago and also briefly reunited with his uncle who is now some sort of ice-zombie-human-hybrid who helped him and Meera survive up North. 

Will he win the game of thrones? Naw. More than likely he’ll be important in the war against the ice-zombies since he has tons of experience with them, but he’s unlikely to lead. 

Will he survive the next 11 episodes? I think so.  Again, his ability to see and potentially affect past events will be super important so I’m thinking people will continue to work hard to protect him.

WHO DIS?

DIS IS: Tyrion Lannister aka the Imp aka Hand of Queen to Daenerys Targaryen (aka Khaleesi) aka former husband to Sansa Stark, former lover of Shae, former Hand of the King to Joffrey.  He loves to drink and read books so he knows a lot of shit but also can be a sloppy, cynical mess. He hates his sister (the feeling is mutual) but has some amount of love and respect for his brother, Jamie. He was in love with Shae but she betrayed him and got with his dad so he killed them both. In his defense, they testified against him which led him to be sentenced to death. After that he left Lannister-life behind to meet up with Khaleesi and co. He’s been able to show off his strategizing-skills as well as knowledge of military maneuvers in his current role.

Best budz? He’s friends with Khaleesi and her crew, as well as this dude Varys (aka Sleevey) who brought him to Khaleesi in the first place. Again, he and his bro Jamie have a complicated relationship but in the past they’ve gotten along. He’s also friends with this dude named Bronn, who, last we checked was working for Jamie. And there’s his former squire, Pod, now works for Ladyknight and famously saved his life during an important battle.

Will he win the game of thrones? He really could. He’s shown great leadership skills and the ability to learn from past mistakes. He’s not too idealistic or unwilling to compromise which are also important in this world.

Will he survive the next 11 episodes? I’m gonna say yes. He’s an important character since he’s a Lannister who is #teamKhaleesi and who has befriended 2 of the Stark peeps, meaning he’s a bridge between these 3 warring groups. I’d bet on him lasting until the end.

WHO DIS?

DIS IS: Cersei Lannister aka Queen Pixie Cut aka QPC aka Queen of the Seven Kingdoms and current sitter on the “Iron Throne” which is what everyone is always jones-ing to sit on. She recently blew up an entire church full of people (and probably most people within a ½ mile radius too) because they were gettin’ on her nerds. She is intelligent but cruel and recently got a terrible haircut against her will and had to walk naked through the streets. She used to have 3 kids: Joffrey who was also cruel and was poisoned (she blamed Tyrion but it was actually Littlefinger and Grandma Tyrell’s fauly), Myrcella who was nice but also got poisoned (this time by the Sand Snakes/ Dornish Queen lady) and Tommen who jumped out a window after the church explosion.

Best budz? Her bro/lover Jaime is pretty much her bestie and the only person she can really trust at this point. She also likes the current “Maester” who notably is into human experimentation and brought back “The Mountain” (a giant bodyguard/fighter dude who is The Hound’s brother) from the dead a few seasons ago. Now he is basically a giant zombie-hybrid and she likes him too because he kills and tortures people for her.

Will she win the game of thrones? Doubtful. She went to this fortune-teller-lady when she was young that said she’d have 3 kids who would all die young (which came true) and that she’d be overthrown by a younger and more beautiful queen and be killed by her younger brother. Most people think that this younger hawtie kween is Khaleesi but fortunes can be wrong!

Will she survive the next 11 episodes? Again, doubtful due to the prophecy. If it’s true, either Jaime or Tyrion (since both are technically younger than her) could kill her in the next 11 eps. Tyrion is the more likely candidate but who knows! (George RRRRR Martin, that’s who )

WHO DIS?

DIS IS: Ser Jaime Lannister aka The Kingslayer aka Oathbreaker aka QPC’s brother/lover aka the Lord Commander of the Kingsguard. He’s a tricky character since he loves his sister a lot but also seems to have a stronger grip on reality. He is a great fighter but got a hand chopped off in like season 2 and has been a embarrassed about it ever since. He’s the de facto leader of the Lannister army and has shown great skill in battle and manipulation of his enemy. He famously killed the “Mad King” by stabbing him in the back, earning the kingslayer/oathbreaker nicknames.

Best budz? His sister, obvi. And he has been a fan of his brother in the past although right now they’re on opposite sides. He also got set up with Bronn on a friend-date by his bro Tyrion. He and Brienne (aka Ladyknight) are also one of the many #unlikelyfriendships the show has had and she’s now #teamStark. 

Will he win the game of thrones? Probably not. He doesn’t really seem to have any leadership ambition, so I’d say no. He may be standing next to whoever wins, though.

Will she survive the next 11 episodes? Probably. He’s hard to kill and has connections to each of the warring factions at this point. I can see him turning on his sis and changing sides which would make him an asset and therefore likely to #stayalive #hamilton.

WHO DIS?

DIS IS: Daenerys Targaryen aka Khaleesi aka Myhssa aka The Unburnt aka Mother of Dragons aka Breaker of Chains aka Queen of Mereen aka Queen of the Seven Kingdoms and Heir to the Iron Throne. Her dad was called “the Mad King” because he loved to burn people alive (just like QPC!) and she was shipped to the east part of the world right after she was born so she wouldn’t get killed by the Lannisters and Co. She’s spent the last 6 seasons working her way across the eastern continent, first marrying a hawtie horse-king dude who later died from an infected wound, having a stillborn son with him, and then she “gave birth” to 3 dragons at the end of season 1. I know what you’re thinking, PEOPLE CAN’T BIRTH DRAGONS. True. Basically she had 3 petrified dragon eggs and after the loss of her husband and child, she walked into a great funeral pyre and came out later with 3 bb dragons who came from those petrified eggs. She cannot be burned by fire at all, which is pretty kewl. She also set free thousands of slaves and then ruled a kingdom out east called Mereen for awhile. Now she is finally back in the West after all this time to reclaim the throne. She is very intelligent, fierce, but also thoughtful and well-loved.

Best budz? Her translator/bestie is Missandei with the good hair. She’s also pals with Tyrion (who is her “hand” or basically Vice President), Greyworm (the leader of this army of soldiers who she set free but who decided to keep being loyal to her anyway), Grandma Tyrell (whose family got burned up in QPC’s fire last season), Previously-Traumatized Theon and his sister Yara (who is the leader of the Greyjoy fleet of ships), the Sand Queen lady (Queen of Dorne/ mother of the “sand snakes”), Sleevey (Varys- an advisor who used to work for the Lannisters but defected) and last but not least, her old pal Stoney who is currently getting amateur surgery for stoney-skin-disease by Sam (Bae’s bestie). PHEW. She’s got a lot of pals.

Will she win the game of thrones? MAYBE? She would be a great leader and has overcome every obstacle thus far. But if George RRRR Martin has taught us anything, it’s that #youcantalwaysgetwhatyouwant and also no one is immortal, really. But she’s got a good chance.

Will she survive the next 11 episodes? Probably! Again, she can’t be killed by fire and she’s got a lot of people around her who would do anything to protect her.

Those are all of our major characters! I could do a supporting-cast character breakdown if that would be helpful, just let me know. Thanks for reading and tell your friends!! 

#lmwtv4u #got #gameofthrones #khaleesi #jonsnow #sansastark #branstark #aryastark #cersei lannister #jaime lannister #tyrion lannister #gots7

[the-wereraven]

Meet Jade! My new gemsona! And some info about her!

Nickname(s): Healer(Peridot) Homeworld Healer(Pearl) Super Mom Doctor(Steven) Healing Goddess(Pearl, Veszelyite) Doctor Jade(most people) J(Veszelyite) Alias: Jamie

[Characteristics] Species: Gem Weapon(s): Guns(non-summoned) Swords(non-summoned) Staff(non-summoned) Metal Headband(non-summoned) Sex: Sexless Gender Pronoun: She/Her

[Traits] Hair: White Eyes: Dark green Gemstone: Jade Gem Type: Jadeite

[Professional Status] Affiliation(s): Gem Homeworld(formerly) Crystal Gems(ally) Occupation(s): Healer Guardian Doctor Medic(secretly, for the underground wrestlers) Alignment: The Crystal Gems Gem Homeworld(formerly)

[Personal Status] Status: Active Friend(s): The Crystal Gems Peridot Lapis Lazuli Connie Greg

[Appearance] Jade is slightly taller than Pearl, and she has a slim but fit figure. She has white, waist-length hair tied into a ponytail from time to time, a pair of dark green eyes, and mint green skin. Her gem placement is on her left eye, her gem has a white vein visible and is in the shape of a circle.

(Pre-Poofed) Jade wears a white uniform with a a black X that met with yellow diamond insignia over her stomach, her white uniform covers her whole body except for her head and is coloured light blue for the arms and legs. Like gloves and shoes, Jade’s uniform is coloured black below the wrist and above the ankles, she also wears a black belt with the same yellow diamond insignia. She wears a metal headband around the back of her head with a green screen attached to the right side. On the sides of the headband are black diamond insignias, one on each side.

(Post-Poofed) Jade wears a black halter tank top along a pair of navy blue track pants with a white stripe on each side, her waist is exposed, like Lapis. She also wears white socks with sky blue toes and ankles, but never any shoes. She occasionally wears a white coat from time to time as well, and when she’s wearing a white coat, her hair is always tied. She also wears a metal headband that only goes around the back of her head, attached to the right is a moveable transparent green coloured screen used to record log dates and such. But instead of a black diamond insignia on the sides, a black star replaces the diamonds.

[Personality] Jade is a very nervous gem, she is described to have anxiety and doesn’t handle very well under stress. Despite those, Jade is very sweet, funny, and kind. She’s a fun gem to hangout with and Steven loves it when she becomes worried for him and stifles him like a mother, she pampers Steven a lot but knows when to put her foot down. If under extreme pressure or pressurized, Jade will start to hyperventilate and curl into a ball. She mostly hides her negative feelings and use positive ones to mask her pain, but if brought out, Jade will break down and cry ‘til her eye is dry and feels like sandpaper.

[History] Jade, like all Crystal Gems, used to be a Homeworld Gem created on Homeworld. However, she came out as a defective due to her personality. While other jades were calm and collected, our Jade is the exact opposite, because of this, she wasn’t often called to heal others. Before an attempt to attack Earth, Jade was brought onto the gem warship used to for the attack to heal injured gems. Unfortunately, the ship crashed, and while the Homeworld Gems were poofed or had abandoned ship, Jade was left un-poofed and was the only one remaining with her physical form.

She could only hide for so long until The Crystal Gems found her. When Jade was found by Steven, she pushed him out of the way and bolted, but not before apologizing to Steven for pushing him. While running away, she managed to slip pass Garnet, Amethyst, Pearl, and Peridot, but was caught and poofed by Lapis’ water attacks. Pearl then encased Jade’s gem in a bubble and send her off to the temple.

Remembering that Jade had apologized after pushing him, Steven believed that Jade wasn’t as bad as the other may think and entered the temple. The bubble Jade was in was high up, so Steven had a hard time climbing to her height. But Steven managed to drag Pearl’s bubble down with him and popped it, releasing Jade. Jade reforms in the same uniform, she sees Steven but looks pass him and at the bubbled gems in the temple, her reaction isn’t pretty and she freaks out at the thought of Steven and his friends 'harvesting’ her for power.

Before Steven could explain, Jade manage to spot the exit and runs, she climbs the pipes with Steven far behind and runs into The Crystal Gems. Feeling cornered and anxious, Jade freezes on the spot. The Crystal Gems draw their weapons in preparation to attack, prompting Jade to run again just as Steven exits the temple. Jade runs to the exit, but is stopped by Pearl, she tries to leave through the bathroom but is stopped by Garnet, and as she tries to leave through the upper level, she is stopped by Amethyst.

Scared, Jade walks backwards and falls to the ground floor, she lands on a couch and spots the small empty room under the stairs, The Crystal Gems having to clear it out before the Homeworld attack. With no other option, Jade hides in the room and locks herself in by pulling on the door and not letting go.

The Crystal Gems suggest prying the door open, but they are stopped by Steven, who believes they should try a softer approach like they did with Peridot. Garnet immediately agrees and shuts down Pearl’s protests. Steven tries to talk to Jade first, he peeks through the holes installed into the door and sees Jade curled up into a ball and shaking. As Steven tells Jade she was okay and The Crystal Gems won’t hurt her, Jade turns to Steven, showing tears from her right eye.

Jade shuts Steven down by saying it won’t be okay, she then proceeds to tell Steven about her self-doubts and her own discouragements about herself. Steven is then unable to reach her, he asks Garnet to try next, but the fusion came back fruitless. Amethyst tries next, but is unable to reach Jade. Pearl goes next, but she was as unsuccessful as the last three.

The Crystal Gems give up despite Steven’s encouragement, and being the determined little fella he is, Steven continues his attempt to reach out to Jade. Steven uses many different methods to reach out to Jade, playing video games, watching TV shows, reading books, cooking, and demonstrating his adventures and acting out some stories.

When Steven falls and hurts his chin during an act, he finally got a reaction from Jade. Jade gets worried and asks Steven if he was okay, but didn’t come out, and being a healer made with all kinds of knowledge for healing, Jade instructs Steven with different ways of making himself feel better if he feels hurt. Steven says he could just use his magical healing spit and Jade is surprised to hear that he could use his spit to heal.

Jade then tells Steven how she can’t use her spit to heal, but can use her tears and hands instead. Upon Steven asking, Jade lightens up and talks about her job as a healer and her healing powers, though she still refuses to come out of her hiding spot. Steven mentions that Jade’s attire was weird looking and told her she should change it, Jade laughs and admits that she hates the medical uniform and asks Steven for clothing suggestions. The Crystal Gems are impressed by Steven’s progress, but had to leave to fight another gem monster. Steven, of course, followed, much to Jade’s worry.

As The Crystal Gems fought outside, Jade leaves her hiding spot and watches the battle. She is shocked when The Crystal Gems are defeated, and sees Steven desperately protecting his friends with his shield. Jade thinks back to the things Steven had done to reach out to her, summoning her courage, Jade leaves the house and goes after the gem monster.

Jade picked up a long stick lying around in the sand as she runs and attacks the monster skillfully, distracting it from attacking The Crystal Gems. While fighting, Jade picks up one of Pearl’s spears and threw at the monster, hitting its head. But before poofing, the monster smacked Jade and she crashes into a rock, poofing.

As Amethyst was about to bubble Jade, Steven stops her and tells her to let Jade reform.

It took Jade 1 week to reform, she wore a new attire that Steven had recommended and a had a star on each side of her metal headband instead of diamonds. Steven is overjoyed to see Jade, and is even more happy to know that Jade wanted to join The Crystal Gems. Jade thanked Steven for what he had done to reach out to her, she said it was because of Steven she had the courage to even go out and fight.

[Abilities] ¦ “I can’t really heal with my spit. But I can heal using my tears and hands though!”

Jade possesses standard Gem abilities, bubbling, shapeshifting, fusion, regeneration, agelessness, and superhuman strength/durability. She’s strong mentally and physically, being almost as strong as Lapis mentally and almost as strong as Garnet physically.

(Natural Abilities) ●Photokinesis Jade has the ability to project a mint green light similar to a flashlight from her gem. ●Bubbling Jade is capable of encasing items in her own mint green. ●Immense Durability Jade is able to withstand many damages without receiving a single scratch, but her gem is still able to crack.

(Unique Abilities) ●Healing Jade can restore biotic organisms to their optimal health, curing damaged or withered organisms, wounds, broken bones, low vitality, and diseases/poisoning. Though the user may potentially heal any form of bodily damage, the patient must be alive, even if hanging by a thin thread, in order to be healed. ○Food Healing: Jade is able to use food in order to heal others. ○Healing Beam Emission: Jade is able to heal using beams of healing energy. ○Healing Kiss: Jade is able to heal others with a kiss. ○Healing Tears: Jade is able to heal others with her tears. ○Healing Wave Emission: Jade is able to heal using waves of healing energy. ●Holographic Projection Jade has the ability to use her gemstone to project holographic images of memories and thoughts. ●Shapeshifting Jade is able to shapeshift into inanimate objects, living creatures, and working vehicles. ●Injury Detection Being a healer, Jade has the ability to sense and identify all kinds of injuries by touching the said person. ●Illness Detection Being a healer, Jade has the ability to sense and identify all kinds of illnesses by touching the said person. ●First Aid Kit Summoning Jade is able to summon a first aid kit that is capable of giving her any medical item she needs and/or wills to appear.

(Skills) ●Gunmanship Jade is able to use guns at an extreme skill. She is able to shoot her target from afar and still hit the perfect mark. ●Swordsmanship Jade is able to expertly use a sword in combat and is graceful in using a bladed weapon. ●Staff Proficiency Jade is able to fight fiercely using her staff, and she is able to do so with two hands even though she is not ambidextrous. ●Healing Knowledge Jade is very knowledgeable in ways of healing and knows the most basic of healing bruises to the most complex of performing surgeries.

[Relationship] ¦ “Eh. They’re okay. But I’m sure I can get to know them better if I just try. And if they let me.”

(Garnet) Jade didn’t really interact with Garnet the first time they met, Jade had slipped under Garnet’s gauntlets during the attempt to catch her and she didn’t reply to Garnet when she tried to reach Jade. Though, after Jade had reformed and joined The Crystal Gems, Garnet became more friendly and accepting towards Jade, even teaming up with her from time to time in 'mom'ing over Steven.

When Jade had an anxiety attack and hyperventilates, Garnet would usually be able to calm her down with a hand on the shoulder and saying that she would take it from here.

(Pearl) Jade’s relationship with Pearl didn’t have the best start, when Steven found Jade, Pearl had tried to slice Jade with her spear and barely missed. But Pearl was the most soft and understanding one when trying to reach out to Jade, despite almost slicing her and protesting against gentle approach. After the battle with the gem monster, Pearl became impressed with Jade’s skill in beating the monster to a standstill with only a stick and her skill in using a spear. After Jade had reformed, she and Pearl talked it off about swordsmanship and Jade was delighted to know that she could take sword lessons with Pearl.

However, sometimes Pearl takes sword training too far and causes Jade to curl into a ball. In those situations, either Veszelyite, Steven, Garnet, or Connie had to calm her down.

(Amethyst) Jade and Amethyst didn’t have the best start, but they got along pretty quick. Jade had been caught by Amethyst’s whip during her discovery, but Jade was able to break herself free from the weapon and outran another attempt to be caught. Amethyst wasn’t the best at trying to interact with Jade, she had tried approaching by recounting memories they had together and could only come up with the whip-catching. However, Jade looks after Amethyst as if she were Steven and gets worried a lot when Amethyst starts her reckless shenanigans.

Amethyst doesn’t really help when Jade is having one of her anxieties, in fact, she mostly makes it worse.

(Steven) Jade is practically a mom besides Garnet and Pearl to Steven, Jade often pampers Steven and worries for his safety. Steven was the one to have found Jade hiding in an intact gem warship room and was the one to release her from Pearl’s bubble, the reason being confused as of why Jade had apologized after pushing him. He was also able to get a reaction from Jade when she was hiding in the storage room under the stairs, she loves it when he tells stories about his life or adventures and he loves it when Jade worries about him even with the slightest of toothaches.

Steven is also one of the four to be able to calm Jade down during her anxiety attacks, and doing so by reminding her that she wasn’t doing things alone and she could depend on someone else if needed.

(Peridot) Jade and Peridot had started off okay, due to both being green gems. Jade had jumped over Peridot during her escape attempt after Steven had found her and wasn’t present during the attempts to interact with her. But when Peridot interacted with Jade, Peridot was fascinated to know about Jade’s job as a healer and her healing powers whereas Jade was intrigued with Peridot’s natural engineering skills and her ability to control metal.

Peridot is also one of the two gems to have taught Jade about Earth and help her grow accustomed to the planet.

(Lapis Lazuli) Jade was at first scared of Lapis and her ability to control water, having to be captured and poofed by her. However, Peridot and Steven had suggested giving Lapis a chance to get to know her better and set up a Camp Pining Hearts marathon for the two to get along. In the beginning, Jade had sat a couple of feet away from Lapis and kept quiet, but overtime she began to ask questions about the show and sat closer to Lapis to be able to hear better. And in less than a month, Jade had grown accustomed to Lapis and was comfortable in hanging around with her.

Lapis is another of the two gems to have taught Jade about Earth and help her grow accustomed to the planet.

(Connie) Jade and Connie hit it off like they were old friends, although Connie wasn’t present during the discovery of Jade and the attempts to reach out to her, Jade was quick to take a liking to Connie. At first, Connie thought of Jade to be like her mother, but soon came to know that Jade was very different even though she cares a lot about safety. Jade is almost always present during one of Connie’s sword lessons and would often spar with her.

Connie is one of the four to be able to calm Jade down during one of her anxiety attacks, and being able to do so by relating herself to Jade so Jade would know she wasn’t the only one experiencing her lack of self-confidence.

(Greg) Jade and Greg don’t know each other very well, but they are friendly with each other when they interact, both being worried for Steven’s well bring but also knowing when to let him do as he pleases. Greg trusts Jade with Steven’s safety enough to leave the two alone and not worry.

(Veszelyite) Jade has a crush on Veszelyite, describing her as 'a beautiful and attractive gem’ and saying that 'not even an ocean can compare to her beauty’. Jade had first met Veszelyite on the warship she was assigned to when Veszelyite accidentally scared Jade and teases her about it. When Veszelyite realized that Jade wasn’t joking around, she apologized to her and starts a conversation with her. Jade tells Veszelyite about her doubts and worries and starts to have a panic attack when she thinks about all the gems that might get hurt.

Veszelyite assures Jade and puts down all her doubt and worries, then proceeds to tell her about her own doubts and worries and how she deals with them, successfully calming Jade and earning her friendship. Although, Veszelyite had stole something from Jade. Her heart.

Veszelyite is one of the four who are able to calm Jade during one of her anxiety attacks.

[Trivia] ●Jade’s specific identification code is Facet-4K8 Cut-1L9. ●Jade’s gem is described as 'Mutton Fat’ Jade under the Jadeite category due to the white vein visible on the gem. ●It was said by Jade herself that she was an Era 1 gem. ●It is unknown why Jade has knowledge about how to heal humans and perform all kinds of surgery, Jade explains that she was made with the knowledge and doesn’t know why she had the knowledge herself. ●Jade’s metal headband is not attached to her head, however, it is poofed along with her physical form and has no need to re-summon it when reformed. ●Jade has self-doubts about herself, shown when Steven tried to interact with her. ●Jade doesn’t have her own room in the temple, but she prefers to sleep on one of the couches in Steven’s living room. ●Kevin has interacted with Jade before, but he only flirted with her and made her very uncomfortable. ●Jade is an expert at playing the drums.

[Quotes] ¦ “Sorry human! But I gotta go!” -after Jade pushed Steven.

¦ “A-a-a-a-a-a-are you go-go-gonna ha-ha-ha-harvest me?!” -after Steven freed Jade from Pearl’s bubble.

¦ “No! I refuse!” -when Amethyst demanded that Jade comes out after she locked herself in.

¦ “YOU DON’T EVEN KNOW HOW OR WHAT I FEEL!!! DO YOU KNOW HOW IT FEELS TO BE A FREAKING DEFECTIVE?! TO BE WORSE THAN THE OTHER HEALERS?! DO YOU KNOW HOW IT FEELS TO HAVE THE WRONG ATTITUDE?! DO YOU KNOW HOW IT FEELS TO BE LEFT OUT?! TO BE CALLED 'USELESS’ BY OTHER GEMS BECAUSE YOU WHIMPER AT THE SLIGHTEST OF NOISES AND JUMP AT THE SOFTEST OF FOOTSTEPS?! I’M USELESS STEVEN! USELESS! I CAN’T DO ANYTHING RIGHT! I BRING BAD LUCK! JUST ASK THE GEMS THAT WERE ON THE SHIP WITH ME! I’M NOTHING BUT TROUBLE! I’M A DEFECT! A PARASITE! A SICKNESS!” -when Steven told Jade she was just scared.

¦ “Thank you Steven, for everything you did to try and get me to come out of that cramped space. It was because of your kindness that I found the courage to fight that gem monster.” -after Jade reforms after being poofed by a gem monster.

¦ “Hah! I’ll let you know that I’m a certified healer! Thank you very much.” -when Connie’s mother said Jade looked like an amateur.

¦ “Uh… No thanks.” -when Peridot asks Jade to give Lapis a chance.

¦ “I can perform surgery on you to prove it if you want.” -when Rolando asks if Jade was really a doctor.

¦ “STEVEN!” -everytime when Steven falls.

¦ “Oh my stars! Are you okay?!” -whenever Jade’s friends looked like they’ve hurt themselves in a bad way.

¦ “Be more careful next time okay?” -after treating Steven.

¦ “I have it! Who’s injured?!” -after being asked to summon her First Aid Kit and/or appearing with her First Aid Kit.

¦ “I can’t do this!” -when pressurized.

¦ “Look! I may dress like this and look like I have no experience! But I am a certified healer and I can cure the simplest of sickness and do the most complex of surgeries! I assure you I can cure this patient even if it’s the last thing I do!” -after being discouraged and told off by Connie’s mother.

¦ “I’ll only make it worse!” -when Steven tells her to help in battle.

¦ “There’s too much fear!” -in the heat of battle.

¦ “I CAN’T DO THIS IF YOU KEEP PUTTING PRESSURE ON ME!!!” -when pressurized before healing.

¦ “Be careful!” -her warning to The Crystal Gems before they run off to fight.

¦ “They aren’t so bad once you get to know them Ves. They’re actually very funny and playful you know, like little lambs.” -when telling Veszelyite to give The Crystal Gems a chance.

¦ “What is your problem?! The Crystal Gems are giving you a chance! I’m giving you a chance! Can’t you just take this opportunity you’re given and make use of it?! Everyone here is trying to know you better but you keep pushing them away! So stop! Stop being like me when I first met The Crystal Gems and give them a chance like how they’re giving you one! Please! If you’re not doing it for yourself then at least do it for me!” -after Veszelyite ticked off Lapis.

¦ “What? WHAT?! I can’t believe you three have been sneaking off to participate in this violent game! What if you three get hurt? What if I’m not here to heal you? Veszelyite! Your gem is fragile! If you accidentally cracked it, what are you going to do when you lose your energy and can’t get to me? What will I do then?! I just can’t stand around and watch you three wrestle with a chance of getting hurt! I understand you three need this, but I don’t want you all to get hurt. So. I will come with you. I’m going to become a nurse in this violent hole.” -after Jade catches Steven, Amethyst, and Veszelyite sneaking off.

¦ “Ves is a beautiful and attractive gem, not even an ocean can compare to her beauty. Sure she’s rough at times, and stubborn. But she’s protective and friendly, and kind, and really good listener. Her very presence calms me down and she always makes my doubts and worries go away. I love her, and nothing can change that.” -when Steven asks what Jade thought of Veszelyite.

¦ “Ves, what are you doing?” -after climbing up to the roof and sees Veszelyite playing her rock guitar.

¦ “Am I rocking it?” -after playing the drums expertly for the first time.

(Kudos to you if you read the whole thing.)

#gemsona #gem #jade #oc #steven universe

[trishgibsontx]

discerning energy will save/start your life

photo by Anita Saini

we (most of us) are taught to not judge. I know I was taught to not judge. I was taught such in healthy ways, and also in VERY unhealthy ways. I’ll start with the healthy ways: “treat the garbage man like you would the President and vice versa — everyone is the same underneath”. and I agree with this mentality. I’ve never placed someone on a higher platform because of their appearance, money, status or anything exterior. I can’t even imagine judging someone based on their exterior (perhaps since I have always been so attuned to the interior). I believe in equal rights — and I also do not believe in equal energy. I’ll get to this part later in the post.

when my lack of judgement failed me in my personal life, over and over, and I began to change the cognitive algorithm of my mind that had been conditioned to exist only for others and their needs, I began to learn to discern. as my instincts have always been incredibly strong, I was taught early on that the polar opposite of them was true. this was so that others could live however they wanted. if I was to constantly question my own reality and thoughts, others could run over me all day. and they did.

as you will read throughout the blog, which includes much of my personal journey, I have done a tremendous amount of personal work. self-help. reflection. often to the point in which I didn’t let myself off the hook enough. I still don’t let myself off the hook enough. but that’s part of my work — my journey. and I’m grateful for it. with this vulnerability of mine, I don’t risk translating as disingenuous (at least to a sane person). and through all of this work, I have learned something that has not only saved, but continues to “start” my life when I am stuck. this thing is called: discernment. and this is the fundamental blindspot that people employ me to assist them with.

we all have blindspots, and those blindspots cater themselves to discernment or the lack thereof. we can discover some of those blindspots in therapy or through chatting with friends or taking a course or learning from someone who knows what they are talking about because they have lived it, but some of those blindspots no one is talking about — because they have not only not lived the nature of them, but very few people have and so very few people are even writing about it. this is one of the reasons that one of my pre requisite books is Dancing The Dream by Jamie Sams. she speaks my language, the language that my mind and heart understood when I joined this planet as a human being. the very nature of the blindspots I am talking about exists beyond the veil — beyond the human body, words and actions (or lack thereof). I am talking about how to help people recognize physics (aka energy), versus human behavior. and there is a BIG difference between the two.

the number one reason for stuckness is the inability to discern energy. we do this because we are (obviously) protecting some old shit in our head (ego). this cognitive dissonance forces us between a rock and a hard place, because we have been trained to “not judge” and we have not been trained beyond what the eyes can see and the ears can hear…

some of us are naturally adept at discerning energy and we don’t even know it. some of the top lawyers and doctors I’ve met have it on fleek. they can discern ALL day, but they don’t give it the same credibility or connotation as I am writing about here. they call it “experience” or “education”, when in fact they simply have the ability to see beyond the veil (this also factors into my point that no, not all energy is created equal). that notion is still too scary for most of us though. but I am going to break it down here as best I can.

first of all, we are all traumatized. most of us are in active trauma whether we realize it or not. rich or poor. ugly or attractive. regardless of appearance or status or the nonsense that our culture perpetuates as having actual meaning. and with this, we are all triggered all day — because we exist. we don’t even know how or when we are triggered because it is so often and automatic. if we are not in therapy or some type of mirrored self-work, we are at a great disadvantage. if we settle for a therapist or “helper” who tells us what we want to hear, we are perpetuating our disadvantage. we have high-class problems in this country like ego and power and control quests. every time I travel outside of the country I am amazed by the lightness and genuine issues non-Americans face. we are a collective of material privilege, across the board, regardless of where and how we live in this country. this compounds our issue around discerning from an energetic vantage point.

just like in immediate families (healthy or unhealthy), our media at large has taught us — since we were little — how and what to think. it still does, and we actually believe that we are independent thinkers. lol. I’m not going to touch on that because it will improve nothing, but I want to make it clear that each of us is a sponge – more so than we realize. our life depends on repeating our earliest memories and experiences (WHATEVER THEY WERE) hence thoughts and beliefs hence feelings. our actual consciousness is only as good as what we were taught it exactly was/is in our most formative years. a lot of what we were taught we do not remember — because it is on repeat all day and night in the background of our consciousness. and/or, simply because it is too traumatic. and we wonder why we are “stuck” or “depressed”. as Americans we actually have the luxury to be “stuck” or “depressed”. yes, myself included. it is simply our reality.

but if we step outside of the box and look — I mean really look at our individual (stop focusing on other people for God’s sake) lives, we can question why we insist on not only repeating the same self-story in our minds, but also why we do/do not discern and therefore attract the same patterns. I’m not talking about psychological discernment here, I write about that PLENTY throughout this blog. I am talking about the invisible. the “I just have a feeling”…which has little or no logic to it. in fact, it will often negate the very logic of the mind in the first place. and this is a GOOD thing!

things are not what they seem. people are not what they seem. we are just energies in human suits (how many of us are ACTUALLY able to analyze what’s moving in and out of those suits?). we are being shown this over and over, but we refuse to believe it because of our psych patterns. but what would it take to unlock xyz for us and “unstuck” us, aside from therapy and self-reflection? it would take honest intuition. and in order to be honest with our intuition, we have to have this thing called integrity. and we have to be able to spot that integrity in others. so yes, what I am saying is that integrity holds the key to EVERYTHING. seen and unseen…

when I was little I was given some very inappropriate books to read about trauma and torture in the realm of child abuse. I was also exposed to a lot of stuff no child should see or hear. and perhaps that is irrelevant to what I am writing about here, but I share it to say that this led to my intense curiosity about how the human mind and spirit work — individually and in tandem. I grew up hearing one thing but seeing another and having my mind twisted around. I am fortunate to have dodged the schizophrenia bullet, and I say that with sympathy here as I have experience with people who have that diagnosis. this forced me not only to desire to understand the human psychological condition, but perhaps more importantly what energies were driving those human mechanics in the first place.

we can be taught lots of things all day like “this is what the color purple looks like” and “this is an elephant” and “this is a sandwich”, but what if the energies behind those objects actually color it red? or make it a chicken? or a bicycle and not a sandwich at all? then, well, it is our great challenge to discern the energy so that we may actually see the truth in physical form. how do we start to do this?

forget what you know. put yourself in a very uncomfortable position. stop seeking comfort and refuge and familiarity and someone to take care of you and make you safe. shake up what you think you know. change your cozy living standards.

stop hanging out with everyone who agrees with you or thinks like you. for example. months ago I was with a friend who told me to “grow up” and consider a different way of thinking regarding a rigid protocol I had for something. so, I listened to her. I took the risk. and it turned out to be exactly what I feared it to be, but the growth I experienced as a result was priceless. I realized that I can step into hot lava repeatedly and find my own way out. I love it when smart people in my life disagree with me. about anything. it opens my mind and gives me an opportunity to simply try something, even if I think I already know the answer.

start taking a new route home from now on. I’m serious. change your personal meridian lines. our bodies recognize patterns even when our minds are checked out, and that informs our minds. I didn’t read this somewhere by the way, I am just writing about my experience and how I work with others. shake up the meridian lines that recognize the same old thing.

do a massive uncording. there is a reason I wrote that post. addiction to familiarity, even in the form of family or loved ones, is toxic to your soul. you can’t go a day or a week without talking to certain people? question that with intense seriousness. why? what are you protecting your mind from? truth?

consider opposite points of view at all times and actually research those opposite points of view. if you dare! by the way, points of view also do NOT define a person. if you believe this, then you have plenty of work to do before you can access your intuition in order to discern. for example: I have friends from all political walks of life. literally opposing opinions and initiatives. they each campaigned for three distinctive and separate political candidates we had in 2016. the very idea that if people don’t think like us, they are bad or there is something wrong with them, is the OPPOSITE of progressive. and guess what? each group of people I know contains good people. imagine that. sometimes we are actually the opposite of what we claim to promote…

now back to discerning. I believe in prepping the mind and soul to be able to do this. we have to see many different angles of people and life to be able to do it. even the most “intuitive” people have selective intuition. and as I repeatedly state, intuition of “special abilities” or “psychic abilities” do NOT make someone a good person. I’ve learned the hard way, mostly in my youth. so what are some methods to use, beyond the veil/”obvious”?

pay attention to how your body feels. do you feel tired and lacking in ambition when you are with a person? most likely this person, unless they are healing you and they have some awareness of such and can explain the ins and outs of such to you fully, is draining you. but there is also an opposite type of energy vampire to discern against…

a non-obvious energy vampire is the crux of this post here — the non-obvious vampire is the one we feel energized by. BUT…we can’t shake thinking that something is off. deep down. in our basement of intuition. there is ALWAYS a flag. even if we hide it until the final moment. feeling “amazing” around a person happens to be a classic telltale sign of a true sociopath or psychopath, by the way. it is how certain people are able to kill actual human beings, and return to their families for dinner like nothing happened. consider the Scott Peterson case, for example. yes, aside from studying the psychology of these folks, I’ve also been fascinated by studying their energy. and I’ve met plenty of people like this. what they have is a classic sociopathic quality that I call “mirroring” — they are actually able, without ANY conscious effort and via a real physics skizm, to mirror back YOUR gifts and attributes that are so wonderful, while making you believe that you feel that way because of that other person. don’t ask why these people exist, they just DO — and I believe it’s all part of contrast as well as a giant human spiritual test. to see where our integrity REALLY resides…

where is your integrity? I say integrity because with each sociopath or psychopath I have met, I had to ask myself WHAT it was that I liked about them? well, they played to my ego. any crazy person will do that. a couple of male doctors, a handicapped person in a wheelchair and an otherwise evil woman or two later, I’ve seen all tactics be used when it comes to others wanting something from me — in terms of my energy. look around in the “spiritual” community; there are many of these players in it. if we have integrity, we will not be charmed by others. so, if you are insecure or need approval from others, chances are you will be a magnet to crazy people. I think I dated one sociopath when I was 25. he had no feelings at all. he faked them. he didn’t understand how I worked. he didn’t understand anything unconditional. he asked me odd questions about how and why I was able to be unconditional and loving. he read my scary Scott Peck books like People Of The Lie. after him, I never forgot what a crazy person feels like. and while I don’t recall him ever complimenting me or even being nice to me, he nonetheless had the mirrored-quality thing going on — I was able to see MY skills and talents reflected off of him, but I attributed those qualities TO him instead of myself. crazy people often carry a cool, calm and collected demeanor under ANY circumstances by the way. it is almost as if they don’t exist at all. it is very important to feel into this no matter who you are in contact with, as it is equally relevant to the real on paper facts about them (what is their real story? would you let someone you care about spend time with them?). self-integrity will cut through a lot of the bs need for approval that crazy people spot miles away on another person. and by the way, we are all susceptible to crazy people — so don’t feel bad if you’ve attracted them. they are smart because they are crazy. you are not stupid if you have engaged with them. it happens all of the time. integrity is just the best defense against reining them in long-term.

stop using logic to make any decisions for you. if I used logic at all, my life would already be over as I know it. I had to logic my way out of getting married in my late 20s and early 30s to “great guys”. I would be SO miserable if that had happened, regardless of what society was promoting as acceptable. I had to logic my way out of “great opportunities” with famous people. what is it with famous people, anyhow? why do we make them important? why do we make their opinions important? if I had used logic with my business, this practice, or any of my purpose, I would have likely already been devoured. instead of deciding that someone was “safe” or “important” because they held xyz title, I simply listened to my irrational intuition that said no. and this is why I have the life that I have now. I could be rich. I could be married. I could be all of the things that we are told matters. but I repeatedly choose inner happiness through irrational intuition and integrity. and this is the only thing in life that is real. when people see me, they often think that I am the “luckiest” person they know, or “very fortunate” — what I am, is honest with myself. and sometimes honesty is lonely. but it is worth infinite gold.

we have already seen society (Hollywood, politics, corporate, etc) flip and land on its head. it had to. we were living lies! wittingly and unwittingly. there are still many veils of illusion to uncover, within ourselves and within the world around us. but we won’t get there on logic anymore. we will get there on unpopular facts and beliefs, and our intuition. but we can’t hear our intuition if we are following the herd, or any herd for that matter — and we can’t access our intuition if we are not honest with ourselves, which means we need to be independent beings first. if we still need a bottle and a wipe from someone in our life, we are preventing ourselves from our own integrity and intuition. and why does all of this matter? it matters because so many of us are UNHAPPY and don’t know why. I’m trying to tell you why.

consider for a moment what goes into our human container. what goes into it? energy. how do we quantify energy? is it something on paper like I am trying to explain it is not, in the above paragraphs? or is it an intangible that can not be explained yet? what happens when we all start to see beyond the veil, the human body? we see that all energy is NOT created equal. so this means that not all humans, in terms of their energy, are created equal. and how could they be? they couldn’t. we are not given measuring sticks of ingredients when we are conceived. there is so much that we do not understand about the unseen. this needs to be taken into consideration when looking at a human suit/body/”person” — regardless of who is talking and what they are saying. much of our happiness, or lack thereof, lies in discerning energy.

I’ve had a lot of recent conversations with former patients about the ability of the human body and spirit to shapeshift — on the intangible plane — according to what it was to TAKE from others. without going into this a ton here (and you can read my pre req books and eBooklets for more information), so much happens on the intangible plane that we have no reference to understand. and we need to. the evolution of humanity hinges upon what is TRUE, and what is true can not be seen with the human eye. therefore we are in a series of difficult and intense human tests to shake up our realities to the point in which we have no choice but to start to exercise our source-given intuition. this will naturally flip our society on its head. because we have not lived in truth. it’s been too easy to not have to. we have yet to see that we are not actually physical beings, and to look underneath the hood of ourselves and those around us. technology, ironically, is going to take us part of the way to understanding the unseen as it utilizes intangible energy and wavelengths (obviously) but is “proven” by science. and the non-physical, separate from technology as a science (because there is no real science on this non-physical yet) is a scary notion, because people don’t know where to start. I’m telling you where to start, just as I work with those in sessions.

my favorite quote from my Healing Elaine® Movement clips on science and intuition

it is not bad to discern. it is paramount. what I have found is that the very things I was taught not to “judge” or “discern”, I absolutely have to — such as questioning authority, or actually NOT overlooking someone’s past. and it’s not just me: we have all been trained, collectively, in a certain direction: in case it is not already clear, that direction no longer works. what has appeared to be up is actually down, and what has appeared to be down is actually up. we will see this if we are willing and therefore able to discern energy (people). the very act of making this move not only has the ability to save your life, but it will certainly restart it when you have been “stuck” for a long period of time. all “stuckness” is, is doing the same things and expecting a different result. sounds a lot like insanity yes? because it is. consider for a moment that everything you have been taught is not two-dimensional, but has a third side to it. that third side is the entire energetic signature space between “black and white” thinking. that energetic signature space is the very spore of discernment.

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[jonathanleesink]

The Eve of Change

Originally posted on January 18, 2018

“We were born with the ability to change someone’s life, don’t ever waste it”

I once read that a good deed loses its value once you tell someone of the deed you did. I have been trying to live this way for the past several months…quietly being a good person. I find a great reward in helping people, I always have. The power of social media I have found is a peculiar thing. For the past six or seven years I have leveraged social media to raise money for worthy causes that I found to be important. It was rewarding and hard work. In 2017 I made the decision to close down my fundraising operations to give back some much needed time to myself and my family. Around the same time I also made the bold decision to delete my Facebook and Twitter accounts. I made this decision for the same reason as closing down Freshcassette; to have more time to myself and to my wonderful family, and to quietly live my life. I miss being in touch with my friends, and seeing photos of people’s families. What I don’t miss is the constant divisiveness on social issues that has inundated everyone’s news feeds. Whether you love or hate Facebook it has proven that it can equally divide us, as it can bring good and kindness to our lives. Just weeks prior to my unplugging from Facebook something wondrous was ignited from the platform that will soon change mine, and nine other lives forever.

At the beginning of October last year I came across a Facebook post my wife, Jamie, had shared from one of her co-workers. The post immediately caught my attention. It contained a photo of a young family consisting of a father, mother, and two young children. The text of the post was written by the wife/mother informing her social network that her husband is on dialysis and is in need of his second kidney transplant. She eloquently described her husband’s situation, what it would mean to be a potential donor, how to get tested to be matched, and if people would kindly share her post. I didn’t know this family. I only knew my wife worked with this man’s wife. I also knew that he had two young children, just like I do. I knew I had to get tested. Why wouldn’t I? He needs a kidney, and I could potentially give one to him. No brainer, right?

After I discussed this with Jamie, I gave the University of Kansas Transplant Center a call. After a 20 minute phone call, I successfully passed the initial phone screen. They inform me that they are going to send me a blood pressure machine and that I need to take my blood pressure two times a day for five days, and then send them my results. I receive the machine the day before I am going out of town for four days to Nashville for work. I take my blood pressure every morning and every evening in my hotel, then on the final day from home. A few days later KU calls to tell me my blood pressure is good, and asks if I can come in to give some blood to determine my blood type and to see if I am a match for the intended recipient.

Another week later I get the phone call I have been waiting on. This phone call will tell me if I am a match to donate my kidney to my new acquaintance. 

“Hi Jon, we got your blood test results back and we were able to confirm your blood type is O+, but unfortunately you are not a match for your intended recipient.”   

Okay, I knew this was likely, but I was still a little disappointed. Through this process I have learned it is very difficult to find two people who match. They look at more than just blood type; they make sure that the two people’s blood will play nice with each other. Apparently ours were two armies of jousting blood cells who would fight ferociously to protect their turf.

Now what? Through all of the testing I knew I wanted to donate a kidney. I really couldn’t believe I hadn’t thought of it earlier. It took me reading a Facebook post to open my eyes. People, lots of people, are hooked up to dialysis machines for hours every week. People are dying everyday waiting on a transplant list. Healthy people have two functioning kidneys, and we only really need one. I have a spare! To me the decision was easy, why would I not donate something I have two of to someone who could die if they don’t have one?

So I tell the nice woman from KU on the phone that I want to donate anyway…to someone that will match me. The next step in the process is to have a daylong appointment at KU Med in Kansas City, KS. We get the appointment scheduled for a couple weeks out. At this point it is mid-November. I started this at the beginning of October. At this marathon appointment I have mini-appointments with:

Living Donor Nurse Coordinator

The lab for lots of blood and urine

Nephrologist (kidney doctor)

Surgeon (the guy who will actually cut me open)

Pharmacist

Dietician

Financial Coordinator

Social Worker

Another social worker

Psychiatrist

Chest x-ray

Pelvic MRI

This all took about ten and half hours in one day. But it was done. A little over a week later I get another phone call from the Nurse Coordinator to inform me that all of the tests they ran on me confirmed I am healthy with no hidden ailments, and I am approved to be a living kidney donor.  

Towards the beginning of December I learned two things.

1) My original intended recipient (from the Facebook post) has a matched donor and is scheduled for surgery right after the New Year. This made me so happy. I would have been somewhat bummed if I gave my kidney away and he still didn’t have one. (Note: surgery was successful for both donor and recipient)

2) The smart folks at the University of Kansas Transplant Center did some crazy algorithmic wizardry and found a way to turn my donation into a ten person kidney transplant chain. Kidney chains are hard to explain in words. This linked article does a good job of it, and there is also the picture below. I would be the donor in the top/left…the one with my name on my shirt ;) Essentially there are five donors and five recipients, all of which will have their surgeries at KU on either January 29th or the 30th.

So this is where I am at right now. For the past month I have patiently been waiting…quietly. Through this whole process I have remained very private about it. I have only really told close family and a handful of people at work. My intent wasn’t to keep this a secret. I just felt strange telling people. I didn’t want to come across as a boastful grand-stander. My very first sentence of this writing expresses the idea of goodness losing its value once it is talked about. This has been what has kept me quiet up to this point. As the days are getting closer and closer to my surgery date, I feel a pressing need to explain to my family and friends why I will be laid up for four to six weeks in recovery. I also feel a responsibility to bring awareness to the need for living kidney donors, or just organ donation in general. Until a few months ago, I never really gave living donation a thought. Not because I didn’t want to, but because it was never brought to my attention. The need for kidney donors is high, but the supply is low. If more people were educated on the process, I truly think more people would be willing to help.

I have been questioned why I would want to give my kidney to a stranger. The only thing that separates a stranger from someone you know is an introduction. Strangers have family and friends that love them, but for one reason or another they don’t have a donor who can donate to them. I am also not of the opinion that someone’s life is less valuable than mine or anyone else’s. We are all universally interconnected, and we need to demonstrate compassion and empathy for each other…regardless of who that person may or may not be. We hear a lot about equality these days. This is equality in its rawest form. There are many “what if” scenarios when contemplating living donation. What if I need my kidney later in life? What if a family member needs a kidney? These are legit concerns, but they are also unknown questions. What I know right now is that on January 29th a patient approved by KU’s transplant team needs a kidney, and I am willing to give her/him one. I am unable to see into the future, so I choose to live in the present.

I wrote this as a way to tell people about my upcoming procedure. What’s ironic is I no longer have a Facebook account to spread the word. I did keep my Instagram account, so maybe a few will see this. I may venture back into the Facebook world at some point. It does have its value, I mean all of this started because of a Facebook post I read. But right now, I am going to continue to enjoy the quiet for a bit longer….

#vegan #straightedge #kumed #kidneydonor #livingdonor #kidneytransplant #kansascity #kumc #organdonor

[ziotsu]

A list of all my characters

For personal reference, incomplete and honestly needs a lot of work, but it’s a thing?

Some of them includes name, age range, what they look like, a basic look on what they act like, gender, sexuality, their backstories, how I plan their future, and any iterations of them. Still a work in progress, but soon I will have it written down

Note: I have talked about Jamie having a million iterations, but I am basically going to split him up into pieces like china did all the time in history.

???, ???, They/them or He/him, I don’t know Working on a Finfolk, They/he obviously needs a lot of work, but I have the basics down Prince of Finfolkheem/Hildaland, a kingdom on the peninsula that is surrounded by larger, stronger countries. Has high amounts of silver in the kingdom, and currently the king/queen is trying to get an alliance with another kingdom to protect them against the much larger kingdoms.

???, 9-23, ???, ??? and Aim, ???, Doesn’t have a set gender though lets ??? use he/him, ??? Split from being a Jamie iteration, needs only slight reworking before I can use them again

Corin, 23-29, He/him, Heterosexual One of Jamie’s alters

Alter: Cool and collected, acts like a father, and helps Jamie out the best he can through notes around the house.

Non-alter: He was born and raised in a small town, met a nice girl, got married. His a child. While the child was still young he was charged for Richard’s murder and was sentenced to death, leaving his wife and child behind. Future plans include Jamie frequently visiting his wife in a nursing home and having her be the only one who knows his identity.

Crystal, 23-30, She/her, Haven’t rped her enough to know I remembered her while creating this xD She was an old Host character that was bat shit crazy half the time and decent the other half

Erylis, 17-21, She/her, Bisexual needs serious reworking, she will be pretty much a new character soon

Jamie, 8-23, He/him, Asexual For him his alters will be posted as their own form with their backstories and such.

Original: Has DID, not in a hurry to ‘cure it’ and honestly I avoid using this one too often due to the sensitive topic and I am not sure I am doing it right.

Villain: Has ability to draw energy from the surroundings and create illusions, his ‘alters’ in this version are just wondering spirits he accidentally brought into his body though his first power. Non-alter versions used for this iteration. His parents were killed by someone during a police/gang fight and he holds resentment towards them since.

Melody, 8-13, She/her, Doesn’t care One of Jamie’s alters, but I sometimes use her on her own.

Alter: Taiwanese girl who knows only a little bit of the language. She tries to focus on her duties, but tends to get distracted

Non-alter: Taiwanese girl who’s parents moved to the US to help her sickness. Has two brothers, one younger and one older. With help, they manage to help her out for quite some time before she dies. Scared of earthquakes. Later plans are to have Jamie meets her younger brother during a big plan and she begs him not to harm him. Also planned to have a large earthquake because THEY ALL BUST SUFFER >:D not really but it will allow them to all understand her better

Mystery “Michelangelo” “Michal” “Angie”, 13-27, He/him, Haven’t really rped him enough to know well enough to put on here

Original: One may look at Mystery's name and think 'what is his real name?' and in reality, that is his real name. Though it wasn't the one given to him at birth-that one he would rather not share for...personal reasons. He tends to keep his past kept mostly a secret, and doesn't like companionship or traveling with others all that often. There was one time he willingly took a companion, but that was more of the exception to the rule. As for his personality, it at it's base is someone who is quiet not because of being shy, but because he enjoys the silence. He also uses that to focus on his thoughts and logic-even if it is sometimes strange. Beyond that, he normally takes time to observe the actions of whoever he is talking to. He uses his observations to change how he acts depending on the person. This is normally seen as him 'coming out of his shell'. His appearance isn't one that would represent a wizard, he keeps his hair cut and his face shaved, and a more rounded face. Though he would rather give his face a more mature look, he doesn't take the chance of having someone being able to follow him. His hair itself is a very dark brown-another thing he would rather change but with the risk, he doesn't. His eyes are a similar color to his hair, appearing almost black. He tends to wear the average wear for the area he is in, the last area focusing more on a cloak that fits just under one armpit up to the other shoulder. The shirt underneath goes from long sleeved to no shirt depending on the season, though at the moment, he wears a tan shirt that goes just above his elbow. The pants are full length that have a strap that wraps around the foot and the shoes cover just enough to protect the feet. Mystery's artifact is a simple small square pendent that is a dark blue-green. He has a string wrapped around it and he normally keeps it in a hidden part of his pouch with just the string sticking out into the main part of the pouch. Sometimes when he is starting to get worried about someone taking it, he wraps it around his neck to keep it closer to himself. The artifact has medium-high strength and is more proficient in healing, water magic and time magic. Though it's strongest is in healing. It is fairly average in manipulating the mind such as illusions, emotional control and it cannot do any full mind control. The artifact cannot channel any form of fire. Lightning is included in this. Mystery's magic doesn't fully align with his current artifact. He excels in the manipulation of one's mind, though has little practice on full control. He is not as strong in healing magic, and at most can heal small wounds with an average powered artifact, only able to stabilize himself with bad injuries with this artifact. He can do forms of water magic, though cannot fully manipulate water. He used to love conjuring up storms, but with the fact his current artifact cannot do lightning and thunder, he hasn't practiced in a long time. He was born into a wizard family and practiced magic since he was a child. He soon left his family taking the family artifact with him and went down a pretty bad path, being taken in by the promise or riches and the idea of a new artifact to join his first one. It didn’t go well, he tried to steal the queen’s pendent, gets betrayed by a group that had hired him to help steal the castle’s riches and loses his family artifact. He has the queen’s artifact, but now he is wanted for death. He washes up onto a shore having been defeated by the group and gets taken in by a young girl. She heals him and they spend some time together all while Mystery pretends to not remember who he is. The moment he can, he leaves taking as much food with him as possible, changing his name to what it is now and leaving his old kingdom. Soon he grows up and realizes he needs to right his wrongs from the past-though he isn’t willing to give up magic. He is searching for a new artifact and comes across someone who has a connection to one. All that is left is to get her to travel with him to search for the artifact.

Oliver: 16-27, He/Him, thinks he might be pan, but not sure

Original:

Time/Space Jumper: He is shorter in this universe then the previous ones he was a part of, though not by much. He is about average height for a human as human height has grown a lot since the early 2000's. He is rather lean in build as he had many years to build up in the higher gravity planet. His hair is dark brown and cut to a length his is more used to. His eyes are a dark blue. His normal wear is the suit that the settlers wear-a long sleeved and long pants suit, his being green and yellow. He has his helmet for when he travels outside the station and into the wilderness to keep him alive out there. Has scars from the deaths of his past lives. Currently on an alien planet for colonization. Scar circling around his body-car accident Scar on the back of his head-war injury Scar on the inside of his leg-bled out Tiny scar on his arm-mercy kill

Richard, 8-21, He/him,

Alter: Same age as Jamie, tends to be rash and not care about the consequences. Eats all the food

Non-Alter: He lived one town over and had close ties to Corin’s wife’s parents. He was murdered and stayed behind to hopefully some day make the people who killed Corin pay for what happened. Angry child 90% of the time.

Trinity 13-19, She/Her, Homosexual needs some reworking/re-finding old forms.

Wings, 200-1000, She/her, Heterosexual little baby character (no form, I have my first post for her, though) “ She held herself rather tall for someone so small. Her height only reaching just above five feet, two inches and a half with a lighter body weight. The doctors were very diligent on checking her vitals each and every day to keep from complications. Regardless of her being so small, she was rather old-or at least that is what the humans said. Just the other day she reached her 557th birthday, which from what she remembered, was still young for her. Though she had no age to translate her actual age to something similar of a human, she knew she was done growing as her kind was always short. As for physical, her skin was rather pale from spending her days inside. Her hair was light in color and thin, coming just beyond her chin in a messy fashion.  Her fingers look normal until she tries to pry open seeds, underneath her fingernails are claws she can retract. On her back were two brown and white wings, reaching about four inches past her finger tips when fully spread. They have strong feathers to assist in flight-though she hadn't had a fully free flight in ages. She wasn't complaining about any of this, she held a bigger role then just someone who was born a Simurgh. She had the role of acting as the angel of the local hospital. She held that role since she was just barely 150 years old. She was dressed and styled for that part once she fully adopted it. She wore white robes to match the traditional depiction on the angel, there was a gold sash that wrapped around her waist and shoulder. On her head as a make-shift halo was a golden band with some white and golden flowers to decorate it. It was quite an appearance, but she always enjoyed it. She wears no shoes, as her feet are naturally hard, and the doctors want to keep her as close to her kind as they can. At the moment, she was walking taking a slow walk around the forest, as she wasn't a prisoner, they always allowed her to take walks like then when she pleased. It helped her clear her mind in preparation to go back with a renewed dedication to her work.”