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Family Reunion Part 10

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Warnings: Have some more angst, my friends. Some character death-as in It happened in the past TPM, some description of pain/injury, a contactless duel, brief mention of suicidal thoughts.

This got really dark towards the end, I’m sorry.

Notes I’m so sorry this took so long, I was going through some stuff and this was a real humdinger of an installment to get hung up on.

Ya’ll need to thank @aberionart for this even getting completed. If not for her art giving me the motivation to attack this beast of a chapter, it wouldn’t have gotten done. Thank you for helping me get out of my writing funk! I always love your art and how positive and supportive you are of everyone!

PADAWAN WILD

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“Well,” a voice unlike any you’d ever heard before seared over your ears-creating a cold sense of dread that dripped down your spine like ice water. You flicked your eyes open cautiously and raised your head off of Wild’s, simultaneously pulling the young boy closer to you. “What do we have here?” It continued, echoing all around with a low, completely unnatural reverb. You couldn’t help but pick up on the way the owner of the voice pronounced the letter ‘w’-like a ‘v’ instead. It...it was similar to the way Maul used to speak after trying to teach you paecian. It was always so funny to you that speaking in his mother tongue accidentally made him develop a bit of an accent for a little while afterward. Reluctantly, you rose to your feet, keeping Wild close to your front though as your gaze trailed down the ramp to observe Savage standing next to a tall creature clad all in red. They had a high forehead and black tattoos over their face in large blocks and groups. Eventually, you locked eyes with them, e/c staring into piercing, eerie blue. “Ah, you must be padawan L/n.”

“Mother Talzin, I presume?” You greeted cordially despite the agonizing urge to reach for your sabers and rid the galaxy of the witch. “I am...honored to finally meet you in person. But, if you please, I go by Y/n as I have forgone any affiliation with the Jedi.”

Mother Talzin hummed, moving unnervingly slow as she bowed her head just enough to acknowledge your confession. The strange tentacle-like pieces of cloth affixed to the back of her cloak followed the movement, slithering in the non-existent wind. “Very well, Y/n.” The Nightmother scanned you in silence after her statement, most likely trying to size you up. You kept your chin raised as you turned to face her more and pushed Wild behind you. Immediately, the witch caught the movement and her eyes zeroed in on Wild. “Ah, and who might this be?”

You swallowed and let your eyes flicker over to Savage for help but the yellow zabrak could offer none. “This is Wild.” You eventually explained.

“Your son?” The Nightmother observed though you had the slightest inclination that, though it sounded like a question, it was a statement designed to make you uncomfortable. And it was working. You nodded briefly, tongue darting out to quickly wet your lips-you were getting nervous. Mother Talzin became quiet again, now scanning over Wild who was quietly peeking out from behind you, one hand fisted into the fabric of your tunic and the other itching for one of the sabers on your hip. Evidently, he was as uncomfortable as you were. “He is a fine specimen.” You bristled, stepping to the side to shield Wild from her gaze entirely as your hand landed on your saber. Talzin looked back up at you and spoke with a wry smile, “It is a shame he is a half-blood, he would have made an excellent nightbrother.”

Over my dead body. You thought bitterly and fixed the witch with the most murderous stare you could muster. Talzin was unfazed by your offense and simply directed her attention to the other red zabrak in the cargo hold-Maul, who had sequestered himself behind boxes once more now much further into the hold. The guilt that followed your realization that he was hiding from you stung more than any blaster bolt would.

You were pulled from your misery by the sound of the force swirling and converging on one spot, ominous whispers and chants following where it went as a green mist started to fill the cargo hold. Mother Talzin, still stood at the end of the ramp was swirling her hands around a steadily forming glowing green ball of her magic. “Come,” she commanded, her voice taking on a higher reverb, “Let us fix what has been broken.” She calmly released the green ball and it glided over to Maul, bathing the cargo hold in an unsettling yellowish green as it went that had Wild clinging tighter to you as he poked his head around your waist to watch. Your hand fell to his shoulder, wrapping it in a tight grip as you followed the orb with your eyes. “Come to me.” Talzin continued. “Come to me, come to me.” The orb disappeared briefly as it weaved between crates, only trackable by the ominous green glow. “Come to me, lost one, come to me. Follow us, son of Dathomir. Follow me, lost one.Come, child of Dathomir. Follow me.” Talzin urged once more, the whispering and chanting echoing ominously back, till Maul finally began to listen. Originally shying away from the magic, he now followed it-shoving boxes aside and chasing after it like a child enchanted by an odd bug that flitted through the air.

You started to back up to give Maul more room and encouraged Wild to do the same with a hand on his shoulder. He rolled it and your hand fell away. It felt like someone had stabbed you through the chest. You froze completely, eyes glued to the half-zabrak who didn’t acknowledge you and instead kept his attention fixed on Maul as he followed Mother Talzin and Savage away.

The hangar fell silent. Neither of you moved.

You rolled your lips in, anxiously gnawing on them. You had to say something. “Wild…” you began in a soft voice.

“Don’t.” The word was whispered, barely audible, but it bombarded your ears like a barrage of blaster fire. “Just...don’t.” You had never heard your son sound more defeated.

“Alright.” You swallowed in an attempt to keep the tremble at bay. “Wild, are you okay?”

“...Yeah.” He lied and you sucked in a breath. “I don’t want to talk about it.”

Force, you’d messed up. “Okay…” you began slowly, stalling on every syllable that left you, “what do you want?”

“...” Wild shifted but continued to stare at the opposing wall. You could hear the answer he wanted to give as it floated all around you, suspended by the anxieties of the both of you. Force, you’d messed up. The truth. It mocked you. Bouncing off of the walls and around your feet-all emanating from the only other person in the room. The truth, the truth, the truth. “A duel.”

The reply caught you off guard, Wild’s thoughts and true desires disappeared in an instant which returned the both of you to that deathly still cargo hold once more. “What?” You asked, taken aback.

Wild finally turned to face you, his little red face set in the most serious expression he could muster. To you it was the perfect cross between Maul’s scowl and your glare and you did not like being on the receiving end of it. That look was meant for strangers that were too nosy for their own good. That look was a defence you had taught him. That look was not supposed to be used against you. “You joked about training earlier and then you asked me what I wanted. Well, I want to duel as part of my training for today.” The young boy asserted with crossed arms.

You blinked, regarding your son uncertainly. Wild didn’t like to duel because he could never beat you and that always frustrated him and he’d get all huffy and sulk in the farthest place from you. “Alright…” you began. You continued to size Wild up. Your son had a plan and he was determined to box you in, that much you could tell, but what that plan was was unclear. The truth. That was his goal. And suddenly you knew what he was going to do. Both he and yourself knew that you were the most open about Maul when you were preoccupied. So, in theory, if Wild could distract you with a fight he could weasel more information out of you. A good plan but not one you’d go along with. “Here.” You tossed your blue lightsaber to the boy who scrambled to catch it. “Take up position.” You commanded, switching into your teaching voice-the one you had once used on younglings during your tenure as a padawan, the one Ki-Adi had used on you, the one you loathed to use on Wild. Following your own instructions, you ignited your lightsaber, green blade bathing the cargo hold in a complimenting glow, and dipped into a slight crouch. The hilt of the saber twirled elegantly in your hand-a practiced manuever Maul had helped you perfect so you could slip between forward and reverse grips with ease. Wild faltered. Evidently, he had been prepared to argue. But, your son reacted swiftly by correcting his face and mimicking your pose though he kept his saber in front of him pointing up. “I don’t need to repeat the rules-no contact, tap out when you need to, and nothing that could endanger either of our lives. It is crucial to be aware of all that is around you in a duel and a great way to practice is by following the rules laid out during training.” You quickly rambled off the same spiel you always repeated when you and Wild dueled. “If any real injuries occur, we end the duel immediately. Understood?”

“Understood.” Wild confirmed with a firm nod.

The game began. You kept your eyes trained on your son and remained still, your only motion the infrequent twirl of your lightsaber as you gave the boy the opportunity to make the first move. He was beginning to look more and more uncertain. Still, he took a step to the right-you took a step to the left. You took another step, he did as well and thus you both began to slowly circle each other. Wild shifted his grip, slipping into the opening stance for Form II and you mimicked him-your own legs taking on a wider stance as you brought your lightsaber slightly off to your side pointing up and held between both hands. Form IV, the form you’d adapted to survive. In your training you had always favored Form V, liking the way it offered both defense and offense, but after meeting Maul you’d started to favor IV. Wild, on the other hand, was a more defensive fighter (probably because he was younger) and he relied heavily on the basics and Form III. But he was nervous-he was vulnerable. And he wasn’t going to make the first move. Noble but potentially dangerous. You moved in.

You darted forward, lightsaber swinging for his left leg as it was the most exposed. Wild moved quickie and swung his blade down to block it and you fell back. Your son was too careful-too afraid of fighting to chase your strike. It was something you were working on-you’d forgone teaching him IV for now and opted to begin V for him to encourage the introduction of more offensive moves. It was a slow process.

Spotting another opening on his right, you moved in again. Wild reacted quicker this time and met the strike with enough time and force to push you back. Good. But that left him exposed to a kick to the ribs. You brought your leg up quickly and stopped just before you made contact. “Protect your vitals, Wild.” Was your simple instruction as you moved away before he could retaliate. You were moving quicker now, feinting to the right before swooping in for his left. And Wild was beginning to loosen up-reacting more sharply as he did so. But still, “Wild, loosen up. You’re far too tense for any effective combat.” You corrected with a well aimed poke with your index finger to his kidneys. It was an attack he would’ve been able to block had he spun in time. Wild whirled around to strike at you but you were too quick, already leaping over him to continue mock-striking his sides and other exposed vitals. Wild was growing frustrated. He spun on his heel faster than anything you'd seen from him this whole time and brought the blue lightsaber down. You met the strike. He moved to the right, you matched him. He moved his blade to the left, you twirled yours to meet the strike and pushed him back. A huff slipped from him as he recovered and came at you once more. You blocked it and quickly brought your leg up-attempting to “kick” him in the side again. He took one hand off of his blade to block the strike which was a critical mistake. You spun around swiftly and caught Wild’s blade once more and began to steadily force him to back up. Locked in a stalemate with you steadily placing more of your weight in the strike and Wild perpetually collapsing under it you made your next move carefully. You snapped up, removing your weight with a quick spin of your saber that had Wild’s wrist twisting back uncomfortably. He yelped and dropped the saber. You deactivated yours and stepped away while your son assessed his wrist. “Loosen your grip next time, it will help you maneuver the blade more fluidly which, in turn, will make a move like that much more difficult for your opponent to pull off.”

Wild muttered something under his breath that you didn’t catch, eyes trained on the fallen lightsaber as if he could make it combust with his mind. “Would you like to try again?” There was no verbal response from the young boy. He, instead, bent down and scooped the weapon up again-inspecting it as though he had never seen it before. He was silent for a few more seconds.

“When can I get my own lightsaber?” He finally asked and met your e/c eyes with his saffron ones. “Yours is too light. It feels like I’m holding nothing.” Too light. You knew Wild didn’t like using your blue saber-while it was the heavier of the two you weilded it was still built to be lightweight like your green one-though it wasn’t a complaint he voiced often. You shifted, your stoic, teaching oriented facade falling away for a moment. Wild was proving to be more and more like Maul as time progressed-he favored brute strength and speed despite being a defensive fighter. With a deep breath in you steadied yourself, mind flitting to the location of the lightsaber you had intended to give him-it would have been perfect for your son despite only being half of his father’s original weapon. You had rebalanced it (your pet project you used to lessen the ache in your chest when Maul’s “death” was a fresh wound). You made sure that the energy dispersion was adequate but the blade still deadly. You’d cleaned it and sealed the bottom up to remove the jagged edge left from when Kenobi sliced your love’s weapon. You’d restored it. But the kyber crystal was removed: taken out to avoid potential injury of you or your son should it decide to malfunction and placed in a hidden compartment in the bottom of your green saber.

“I told you-once I finish teaching you Form V, we’ll try and sneak onto Illum or somewhere else to find you a kyber crystal.” You informed placidly, keeping your eyes on your son. You filed away the knowledge of Maul’s saber for now. Wild grumbled under his breath again and you raised an eyebrow at him. “Would you like to try again?” You asked once more. He didn’t answer verbally, merely slipped into the opening stance for V this time. With an acknowledging nod, you readied your own weapon.

Wild struck first this time: darting forward with as much speed as he could muster. Instead of blocking it, you fell back and doubled around to strike at his back. But Wild had learned and fell forward causing you to stumble which gave him time to whirl around. He brought his saber down towards your leg but you blocked it. Instead of backing off like you thought he would, your son continued to press his weight down. “Good, Wild, good.” You commended in as warm a tone you could muster. “But watch your back leg because…” you spun out of the lock and mimicked his earlier strike though you stopped before you made contact. “If I was a real enemy, that would be the first thing to go for.” Wild didn’t acknowledge the instruction. He, instead, launched right into another volley of strikes. “Your wrist, sweetpea, use your wrist instead of your whole arm-it’s faster, more maneuverable, and it doesn’t take as much energy per strike.” You corrected again. There was a muttered complaint under his breath but he did correct his grip. You took the chance to lob your own series of strikes against your son. His blocking was a little sloppy but he had improved since the last time you sparred.

You were getting bored though. Without warning, you raised a hand and used the force to pull your son off balance. He hit the durasteel with a loud thump, the lightsaber clattering on the floor next to him. Almost immediately, he slammed his hands down and sat up to regard you with the most scathing scowl he could. “That’s cheating!” Wild shrieked at you.

You tilted your head and shrugged. “Your opponent will do whatever they can to gain the advantage-you must be prepared.” You explained placidly whilst inspecting the hilt of your lightsaber. “Again.” Returning your attention to the half-zabrak, you slipped into your opening stance once more. The young boy sighed exasperatedly and snatched up his fallen weapon. Your son was starting to get frustrated which told you it was almost time to take a break. “Once more and then we’ll stop.” Nothing. “Fair?” A low sigh and the igniting of the blade once more was his reply. This time, you didn’t wait for him to strike. You surged forward, aiming a strike for Wild’s neck at as slow a pace as you could manage. Wild met it and flicked you away but you were quick on the uptake and resumed. Another strike towards his leg, towards his arm, and his hip-each one deflected and reciprocated. Wild was getting better at tapping into V, relying less and less on the purely defensive tactics he always relied on. But, he was getting tired; his strikes were getting sloppy. You weren’t faring much better. A headache had formed-the two epicenters either side your skull. It was strange. There was a bizarre climbing sensation that accompanied it-like two hands clawing up either temple. You were very grateful that you decided this would be the last round as a quick nap seemed to be in order.

Wild was still on the offensive, attacking with all the strength he had but he was slowing down quick. Again, you raised your hand and pushed him away using the force. The boy sighed low in his throat-the sound bordering on a growl. But, his attacks resumed all the same. You repeated your own actions. “Stop.” The growl was more coherent this time. You both repeated. “I said stop that!” Wild snapped again, diving forward. You furrowed your brows and fell back to avoid the strike entirely. You raised your hand once more and Wild froze mid step, held in place by an invisible grip.

“Wild, are you alright?” You asked, teacher facade fading entirely as you sheathed your saber and took a step towards him. “We can call it quits if you’d like-!”

“Will you stop that?” Wild yelled and in his anger, he managed to escape your grip. The boy recovered quickly while you were left floundering, trying desperately to understand what was happening. But you weren’t fast enough. Wild set his face in a scowl, his eyes flickering a strange color for just a moment, and raised both of his hands and your back collided with the opposite wall.

You didn’t know what had happened. One minute, you and Obi Wan were stuck behind ray shields, helplessly watching the ensuing fight between Master Qui-Gon and your love, your husband, Maul, and the next, you were curling over Master Qui-Gon’s body in a fruitless attempt to urge him to cling to life while Obi Wan went for Maul. You knew what Maul was. You knew what he could do. But to see him do it?

You were trembling, eyes not straying from the two figures locked in combat. You didn’t know what you were feeling but there was a lot of it that caused an anxious swirling cyclone to manifest in the pit of your stomach. One hand curled around your barely formed bump-was that really the father of your child? The one that could kill without thought? No. You told yourself. No, that is not my Maul. That...that is Darth Maul. There was a sudden squeeze of your hand that momentarily distracted you from the fear now slowly consuming you. Qui-Gon was still fighting.

“Master Qui-Gon!” You exclaimed quietly, returning your attention to the dying man. “Master Qui-Gon, speak to me, please.” You begged the Jedi. Almost painfully, his eyelids fluttered open.

“O-Obi Wan? Where...where is Obi Wan?” He wheezed and looked around as best he could.

Tears pricked your eyes as you opened your mouth to answer. “Fighting Maul, maste-” You were cut off-your body suddenly airborne. You flew away from the fallen Jedi’s side until your back collided rather harshly with a durasteel wall on the opposite side of Qui-Gon. Pain ricocheted up your spine at the sensation as your eyes immediately tried to take in your sudden shift in surroundings. Your gaze settled on Maul and Obi Wan, the former stood with his hand outstretched towards you and his lightsaber at his side. There was an unreadable expression on his face that was dominated by concern. Rightfully so, you should think, from having practically flung you across the room. Still, it was clear that he hadn’t meant to launch you into the wall-a minor comfort in contrast to the dawning understanding that you had been so foolish. You were a traitor to your people. You were in love with a Sith.

“Mom! Mom, please! I-I-I’m sorry! I-I didn’t mean to-to throw you. I was just, just angry and I don’t know what happened. Mom?” You were brought back to reality by the frantic shaking of your shoulders, the stinging in your lower back, and the throbbing of your head. Not to mention the downright terrified tremor in Wild’s voice. Your eyes flickered open. Panicked saffron met your unfocused e/c. “Mom!” Wild exclaimed and launched forward, arms wrapping around your neck.

“Sweetpea, what happened?” You kept your voice quiet as you returned your son’s panicked hug. It was a little awkward given your current seating against a box on the floor but you voiced no complaint.

The boy pulled back and your heart broke at the sight of tears gathering in his eyes. “I-I don’t know! I just...I just got really mad and-and I wanted to...I don’t even know what I wanted and I just was going to push you like you’d been doing but-but...I threw you and you weren’t waking up!” Wild explained in a shaky voice that you could barely understand, chest heaving with barely restrained distress.

Thinking quickly, you placed one hand on his shoulder and the other went to cup the side of his face. “Hey, look at me.” You commanded in a very soft voice and an imperceptible tug to focus your son on you. “I’m alright. I’m not hurt.” You continued slowly, trying to convey that you weren’t angry or even injured. Sure, your back stung from the impact and it appeared as though it had triggered an unwanted trip back to an unpleasant memory but you knew it wasn’t Wild’s fault. “You did not hurt me, Wild.” You reassured once more whilst maintaining eye contact with the young boy. He sniffled and blinked and the gathered tears finally fell. “It wasn’t your fault, sweetpea.” You continued, now carefully wiping the tears away. Wild now refused to meet your eye but you pressed on. “And I don’t blame you. Accidents happen-I can’t tell you how many times I accidentally shoved your father when we’d spar.” He looked up at that and you sent him a smile, happy to see the curious glint replacing his previous sadness.

“Really?” He questioned in a tiny voice. You smiled a little wider-you knew you were somewhat playing into his original trap but this felt like a tidbit you could spare to tell.

“Yeah, he was always trying to teach me how to be more aggressive-in regards to dueling, mind you-and...I may or may not have gotten carried away a few times.” A wistful look darted across your face. “If he were here, he’d be embarrassed about how many trees I launched him into.”

“Trees?” Wild was brightening up now.

“Oh yes, we had a special planet we’d meet on-one far out of the Jedi’s range where we could just...be us. For a little while anyways.” You sighed. Us. “It was a beautiful planet, Wild, with lush forests and countless caves filled with glittering jewels. And the most gorgeous waterfalls I’d ever seen.” You could see it now, the planet you hadn’t dared to return to. You’d gone everywhere else alone and with Wild but that damned planet. “We met in the same spot every time-in the clearing where we’d met and we’d go running off to explore...we’d find a lake to spar next to and…” a giggle escaped you at a vague memory of Maul’s first reaction to swimming, “and I’d teach him to swim sometimes too.”

Wild laughed with you, more so out of shock that reminiscence. “He didn’t know how to swim?”

You shook your head. “He was from here, Wild. Dathomir’s not known for its swimming holes.” You explained with a comical lift of your eyebrows at the boy. “Anyways, in exchange I guess he’d teach me how to fight like him. And that meant I had to learn how to channel my anger. That meant I accidentally threw him a couple of times. It’s something you’ll learn too and if I must, I will gladly be your test dummy.” Wild huffed a laugh through his nose and you patted his face, pleased to see him calming down. You fell quiet for a moment as you observed the little lift of Wild’s smile and the scrunch of his nose that always followed a laugh. It was your smile on Maul’s face. Wild had Maul’s eye color but your eye shape. Your nose but the slight scrunch Maul would do when he spoke or smiled. He really was the perfect combination of you both even if your attributes were subtler. Wild was determined, intelligent, and protective. He was thoughtful but action-oriented as well. Calculated but not heartless. “Force, you’re so much like him.” You finally broke, not even aware that the thought had escaped you.

“Like who?” Wild asked with a slight tilt of his head-an action no doubt learned from you. Curiosity seemed to radiate from him but also an underlying keenness that told you he knew exactly who you were referring too. Clever-another one to add to the growing list.

“Your father, Wild...I...I wish he’d gotten to know you.”

“Y/n…” Maul seethed, his voice ringing in your ears though it was barely above a whisper as he stalked closer to you. His lightsaber...or rather half of his lightsaber still grasped in his hand.

You were running towards him despite the short gap between you and crashing into his chest before you knew it. “I know, Maul, I know.” Your voice was choppy, form shaky, as you wrapped your trembling arms around his torso. His hand fell on your shoulder-not quite returning the sudden embrace but gripping hard enough to make it clear he had you. “I know I shouldn’t have come-I should’ve run away as soon as that damn door opened. I’m sorry.” The zabrak was silent as his lightsaber hummed close to your ear. You continued to press your face into his robes, not acknowledging the heat close to your head. Eventually, Maul took a deep breath and released it in a sigh as he sheathed his weapon. His arms wrapped around you-one on your waist while his other brought his hand to the back of your head.

Maul pressed his face to your hair and you could feel his lips move as he spoke. “It’s alright, my light. I know.” The sound of him so gentle and understanding nearly brought you to your knees. This was your Maul-not whoever he was mere minutes ago as he battled your fellow padawan...Obi Wan...you didn’t dare let your mind dwell on the fate of him.

You held each other for a moment more, the world around you slipping away, until you became overtly aware of how your stomach brushed against his. Your baby...you had to tell him now. You pulled back till you could look him in the eyes, saffron surrounded by a ring of vermillion meeting with your e/c. “Maul, I have to tell you something.”

“He...he would’ve loved you.” You were ashamed of the way your voice broke at the admission. He would have loved Wild-that much you were certain of-if he he had gotten the chance to know him. But would either have that opportunity now? If Mother Talzin was successful in restoring Maul, would he be the same? You knew that you’d changed over the years-you’d had to for both your son’s and your own survival-but what would Maul be like? Your husband or the Sith Lord?...You supposed your distinguishing between the two the last time you’d described his father had not been unprecedented. With a deep breath in to steady yourself, you returned your attention to your son. “He would have taught you so much more. I wish you could meet him, Wild.” But...I don’t know if the Maul you meet will be the one I fell in love with.

“Mom, you...you don’t have to talk about Dad if it’s too painful.” Wild’s barely audible voice brought your attention back to the present.

“No....” Your voice was firmer than you’d expected it to be which took both you and your son aback. “No,” you tried again in a softer tone, “you...you deserve to know everything.” With a nervous swallow you continued. “Whatever you want to ask...I will answer.” There was no going back now. If the Maul that returned wasn’t the Maul you had known then maybe you could give Wild a chance to know his father through you.

Wild gaped at you for a few seconds, your offer not quite computing. “...Are...you’re serious?” He asked skeptically with wide eyes. “Actually serious?” Your only reply was a nod as you let your hands fall to your sides and you shifted to sit on your knees. He was quiet for a moment longer as the gears turned in his head-most likely searching for the right first question. “Where did Dad die?”

You swallowed again to stifle the panic. “...he...he didn’t.” Wild’s eyes widened a little further as shock overtook his face. “I...lost him on Naboo.” You scrambled to elaborate as your son fell completely silent. You weren’t even sure if he was breathing. “I thought he died but...when Savage found us...he told me that he had been sent to find him. He wanted me to help locate your father. I told him that I watched him die on Naboo.”

“What was he doing on Naboo?” Wild finally spoke after another beat had passed.

“He was...helping enforce the blockade.” You knew you were being vague but Wild was going to draw his own conclusions soon.

“The blockade?” He emphasised, referring to the blockade you’d told him Darth Maul had overseen. “What...why?”

“His master had instructed him to.”

“His master? So...Darth...did Dad work with the Sith?”

He was getting closer, that was for sure. “...Yes.”

“Was...was Darth Maul his master?”

“...No.”

“Then...I don’t know what that means.” Wild admitted, retreating inwards to mull over the newly divulged information.

With another sigh, you closed your eyes in an internal debate of whether or not you provided him with what could possibly be the key clue your son needed. It was a short lived debate though. “Peace is a lie, there is only passion.” You began to recall the mantra Maul had often recited to you when teaching you how to channel your own anger. “Through passion, I gain strength.” Your eyes began to sting behind your eyelids as tears of your own began to form. “Through strength, I gain power.” There was a shift-not only in the cargo hold or between you and your son but it felt like a great power was being awoken all over the red bathed planet. “Through power, I gain victory.” It shifted again, growing stronger, angrier, darker. “Through victory, my chains are broken.” The chains...the chains are the easy part...it’s what goes on in here that’s hard. Those words-some of the first coherent thoughts to spill from Maul upon you and Savage finding him suddenly rang throughout your head. What went on in Maul’s head would certainly prove the most difficult part to understand, that you were certain of. It had taken you months to even get a read on his personality when you were young. It had taken months for him to accept his feelings for you and even longer for him to accept that you returned them. It had taken years for the two of you to decide that spending the rest of your lives together was the right course of action and months for the Force to grant you one physical piece of evidence to prove the validity of your relationship. The Force had given you Wild and the promise of a life with Maul...and almost all of it had been taken away in an instant. Your lives bound to the will of the Force by chains too thick to break. “The Force shall free me.” You opened your eyes and let your gaze fall on Wild. He was staring at you with a mixture of confusion and undeniable curiosity.

“What...what was that?” He asked in a tiny voice.

“The code of the Sith.” You answered immediately, the words falling freely from you now.

“Why do you know that…?”

“A Sith taught it to me.”

“Who?”

You blinked. He was so close to figuring it out. “I have only ever met one Sith, Wild.”

“...” He said nothing, his gaze moving away from you to gaze out of the cargo hold at the red bathed planet. Wild’s jaw was tense, his hands anxiously clenching into fists only to unclench a moment later, and his eyes frantically darted from side to side as though watching a battle before him. “What…,” he turned to you, “was Dad’s name?”

Finally. You closed your eyes once more to prepare yourself for whatever was about to come. You only spoke once you opened your eyes. “Mau-” A searing pain tore through your abdomen, cutting you off in an instant. Screams clawed from your throat at the sudden sensation that felt not unlike a heated knife being stuck into the flesh above your hips and around your torso. You fell to your side, hands snaking around your lower stomach.

“What is it, Y/n?” Maul questioned, picking up on the urgent tone in your voice immediately. His hands retracted from around you to take a firm hold on your forearms.

Unable to fight the smile that clawed itself over your face, you turned your hands over to also grasp his arms, anchoring both of you in that moment. “Maul, my love, I’m-” He stiffened, eyes locking on something above your head. With a harsh shove he sent you to the floor as his hand shot for his lightsaber.

It happened in a blur-a flash of green, a choked breath, and the worst pain you’d ever felt tearing its way across your lower abdomen. It was the worst moment of your life-your love and your connection to him being severed in one fell swoop from Obi Wan Kenobi. You didn’t know if you screamed or cried. You didn’t know if you did anything else besides watch as Maul fell away, lost to some unimportant reactor shaft on Naboo. A death so unbefitting a man of such power it almost felt poetic. Unjustly poetic. Was this some form of punishment? You knew you grabbed his lightsaber, clinging to it as you prayed for death to take you as well. If the Force should decree for you to suffer a fate worse than death than it would lose you to it as well.

But you were stopped. Two hands pulled you away, you were led back to the council to await a different fate unknown to you. The last touch of your love seared into your skin as was the pain of his fatal wound.

You opened your eyes, vaguely aware of the mutterings falling from you and the cold press on your forehead. There was a firm grip on your hand and a warm weight pressed into your side. “Through victory, my chains are broken. The Force shall free me.” Your voice mixed with another’s graced your ears-the mantra of the Sith being repeated over and over as the pain in your abdomen began to fade till none remained. You sat up and immediately wrapped Wild in a hug. His muttering stopped to be replaced by yours. “Wild, I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry.” You kept repeating it as your son clung to you.

“What happened?” He gasped out, grip like iron as he latched onto your arms.

“Maul.” You brought him up to eye level. “Maul’s back.” You exclaimed, already able to feel the familiar turbulent presence of your husband. “He’s back.” You began to struggle to your feet, shaky and weak as they may be.

“Mom, calm down-you’re injured.” Wild tried to drag you back down but you pulled your hand away from him.

“No, I’m not. I’m fine. Wild, we need to go. Please. He’s back.” You tried, already doing your best to march out of the cargo hold.

“Mom, hold on. What are you talking about?”

“Maul. I told you. Come on!” You were insistent, being pulled out of the ship by that commanding presence.

��Not until you tell me what my dad’s name was!” You stopped short, realization dawning on you.

Before anything could be said, a clinking sound echoed in from outside the ship causing you both to freeze. Wild immediately dropped into a defensive position, calling your blue lightsaber to him. You closed your eyes again, trying to sense what was going on. Maul’s presence was overwhelming-it crashed into you like a wall of water freshly freed from a dam. His signature was one so powerful and tumultuous that you had had little else to liken it to over the years. Where your connection with Wild was quieter and warm, the one to Maul was fiery and deceptively silent, threatening to burn you if you held onto it for too long. Force, you’d missed it. You stepped forward, eyes flying open as you did so and focused on your own presence-trying to amplify it for Maul. You had to know if he was the same man. The clinking stopped. His signature changed-a blinding glow forming to accompany the wrathful haze that always surrounded him. The clinking resumed, faster now as Maul grew closer to the ship.

You broke out in a run, darting out of the ship before Wild’s startled cry could meet your ears and rounding around the wing of it. You stopped the same time the clinking did as before you stood a red zabrak, standing a little warily on his robotic legs, whose head was crowned with ivory horns and whose eyes burned with light brighter than any star. “Maul…” You breathed out.

He straightened up, confused scowl falling away, as he spoke with a voice that rumbled like distant thunder. “My light…”

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neokids · 3 years

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Fortune's Fool: Act V

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Act V

Tw: Lots of blood, character death, violence, murder, guns, knives, weapons, foul language, self-inflicted wounds, suicide, overall graphic content

“I just don’t understand” Yeji exclaimed as she was pacing around her room back and forth, “Who does he think he is? Who is he to walk these grounds like he owns the place?!” Yeji finally sighed as she sat just beside Karina and Lia on her bed.

Karina and Lia could only sigh in return, it didn’t take a genius to figure out that the twins also despised Hyunjin. It wasn’t because of Yeji’s reasons, but because Hyunjin would never let them forget they weren’t, and never will be, Hwangs.

“You know, worse comes to worse, you could just easily slip a drug in his night tea and pretend it was–Ow! Lia!” Karina tried, only for Lia to accidentally tug a little bit too tight on her hair.

“Stop moving so much when you talk then, Jesus…” Lia said as she gripped Karina’s hair tighter, only for the latter to let out another yelp in pain. “Do you want two perfectly even dutch braids or two ‘I-look-like-I-came-home-from-a-long-night-out’ braids hmm?” With that said, Karina’s face started to slowly morph into a sly smile.

“Depends on what I was doing in that long night out,” She paused as she batted her eyelashes, “I don’t mind spending a few hours with a stranger,” Karina said as she wiggled her eyebrows towards her sister and her cousin. Yeji let out a short chuckle as she threw a pillow to her face, due to Karina’s fast reflexes, she was immediately able to dodge it. Her statement earlier only made Lia tighten her grip even more, causing Karina to immediately shut up.

“You know what I think, dearest twin of mine? I think you should learn to loosen up.” Karina said as she tried to look at her sister, only for Lia to jerk Karina’s head back to its original position. “What were you saying again, Yeji?” Lia said as she wanted to quickly get on topic.

“I was saying that who does Hyunjin think he is, I just don’t get why he desperately wants to take what’s mine.” Yeji said as she rolled her eyes, just thinking about her cousin already made her a little irritated.

“The way I see it, he doesn’t really have a say in this gang, he’s just a nuisance–”

“Hush, stop talking. I think someone’s outside.” Yeji immediately cut Karina’s sentence as she stood up and placed her ear on the door.

It wasn’t an uncommon thing for maids to eavesdrop on what they had to say, but when someone would eavesdrop while they were talking in fast English, was. Not everyone in the Hwang household had the ability to speak the said language, even if the person outside was listening, they doubt they could actually understand them. In the silence, the footsteps sounded again, only this time the sounds were actually faltering, a sign that said they left already.

“They’re gone, anyway as I was saying, I doubt everyone would agree to his stupid strategies, I doubt no one would even listen to him. ” Karina said as she stood up and looked at herself in the mirror, satisfied with how her braids turned out.

“Yeah, I mean at the end of the day, Lord Hwang would always have the final say, your dad would always have the final say.” Lia added as she cracked her knuckles after braiding Karina’s waist-length hair, “But I worry, times like this cause people to act without thinking.” Yeji admitted as she rose from her seat and headed towards her balcony.

“We may have not discussed it out loud, but the deaths already have been piling up. How long before we have no one or nothing to rule over?” She added as she gripped the railings harder,

“That won’t happen,” Lia tried as she combed through her own hair, “Seoul is under our–”

“Seoul was under our power.” Karina corrected, causing Yeji to look at her. ” Now we have those stupid Neos to fight while trying to maintain our power over everything and everyone else.”

“Oy didn’t you go to school with a Neo before?” Lia suddenly asked. The question had startled Karina, she didn’t expect for a question like that to be thrown to her face. The question only made Yeji gulp in anticipation as well, no one knew she had loved the heir of the Neos, not even her two most trusted people standing right in front of her.

Karina had to blink a few times before she could answer, “Yeah… But I realized only after transferring to your school that he was a Neo, he wasn’t vocal about it I guess…”

Karina didn’t originally attend the same school as Yeji and her sister did. She had to attend this other school since she was too bad at Korean. She had spent only a year there, only keeping to herself since she saw no point in trying to make friends only for her to leave them. The school she had attended was unfortunately run by the Rovers, meaning her title as a Viper had no bearing there whatsoever. And so for the first weeks in school, it was just her. Not until a certain boy had approached her, and suddenly started talking. Karina looked at him in surprise, how could he keep talking and talking for so long about something the person he was talking to had no idea about? He was talking about this painting that he had wanted to desperately buy, yet couldn’t since it was placed on bidding, and he said he was too young to attend one of those, but he still kept going. Everyday he would approach Karina and tell the most random stories imaginable, from what he had seen going to school, to asking Karina whether or not she believed in the La Llorona.

As the school year passed, Karina kept her distance. She didn’t want to make friends, obviously. He was too much for her, he was all over the place. Everything was going fine one day, until he came into school. He had changed entirely. He was stoic, face blank, void of any emotion whatsoever. Karina almost remembered her trying to approach him, but she had stopped herself. Soon enough, the school year was over, and it was her time to leave.

“Was he nice?” Lia had asked, causing Karina to snap out of her trance. She could only shrug, “Eh, he was fine I guess, I didn’t really care. Different from that arrogant Jeno Lee, I guess.”

This time it was Yeji’s turn to snap out of her trance. Her eyebrow had twitched, blood rising to her head. Just hearing his name made Yeji’s vision hazy with rage. Just as she could say anything, a knock made its way to their ears. “Come in.” Yeji answered. The new maid took only one step in her room. “There is a visitor downstairs, miss” The maid asked, hands fiddling with the hem of her skirt, Yeji could only groan.

“So? It is not I who entertains guests in this household, my parents are the ones responsible for that.” She asked as she crossed her legs. “Sh-should I just ask Hwang Hyunjin? Your parents are not here so I assume you were the next per–”

“No it’s fine, leave Hyunjin alone. Alright, I’m coming.” With that said, the maid immediately fled from her room. Eversince Nurse died, Yeji had learned her lesson. The maids were always being replaced every month. This was for their safety, and to prevent them from knowing too much.

“There it is again,” Lia said, making Karina snicker. “There is what again?” Yeji asked, oblivious why the twins were suddenly giddy. “The expression on your face that looks like you’re about to strangle someone,” Yeji feigned a hurt expression and exaggerated a gasp, “You bi–”’

“Shoo.” Lia said standing up, pushing Yeji towards the door. “Go attend your duties.”

As Yeji went downstairs, she stopped by her parents’ office only to see them discussing something. “I thought the maid said you weren’t here?” With that, Lord and Lady Hwang only looked at each other.

“They say what we want them to say, the visitor specifically asked for your presence.” Lady Hwang said as she flicked her wrist, signaling Yeji to go.

“Secretary-general Jinyoung Park has been growing in power recently, the whole rover side even.” His father said in a hushed tone, causing Yeji to freeze just outside their door. “I don’t see how and why the people of Seoul choose to side with them, why now when there is this madness happening.” Her mother added, stressed and confused.

“Word on the street says they have made a vaccine.” Lord Hwang said as he turned towards Lady Hwang who was now more confused than ever, so was Yeji outside the door.

A vaccine? To this madness? How could they make a vaccine so soon?

“What?” Lady Hwang asked as she removed the hand resting on her forehead. “A vaccine?”

“Indeed. Times like this when people are scared, they cling to almost everything. They need reassurance, comfort, anything they need to make them feel they still have control over the madness.” Lord Hwang concluded, sharp and quick.

Yeji could only stare at them for a while before actually moving. She had to process everything she had heard. As she bound the last step, she already saw a figure sitting.

“Hello!” Yeji shouted, “I am here! What is it you need, stranger?” She entered the room only to find the same figure already looking up at her with a gummy smile. The stranger quickly rose to his feet, he was around her age, and he extended his hand.

“My father couldn't make it today, so he sent me.” He said, expression very bright with his gummy smile. Yeji almost found her smiling at the stranger in front of her, but before she could, she quickly brushed it off, maintaining her sharp expression.

“I’m Yangyang, Yangyang Liu.”

Oh, he’s the son Mr. Liu was talking about.

Yeji accepted his hand and shook it. Just before she was about to let go, he brought Yeji’s hand to his lips and smiled.

“And you’re Yeji Hwang.” He concluded before letting go, Yeji wasn’t flustered at all. In fact, she was more surprised by the fact that he sounded like native Korean speaker, a very different contrast from his father.

“I suppose you’re here for the same reason?” She asked as she sat down a few seats away from Yangyang, the latter following suit.

“Yes actually. We have much more supply of Kryocrom and I promise you you won’t find better quality and price elsewhere.”

Yeji sighed, this would have been much easier if the man beside her wasn’t as charming as he looked. Just as she was about to answer, she saw Karina and Lia enter the living room. Lia was so focused on reading her daily horoscope that she had failed to see Yeji. Karina on the other hand, was thoughtful enough to stick her tongue out for her cousin, she could only playfully role her eyes.

“You have sisters?” Yangyang suddenly asked, his smile not faltering. “Oh hell no,” Karina said, walking towards them.

“I already have a twin who’s such a pain in the ass. I don’t need another to add to my misery.” Karina said, a bit too exaggerated, causing Yangyang to laugh a little and for Yeji to send a glare. Hearing Yangyang’s laugh only made Karina smile and wink as she took a piece of candy from the jar on the table in front of them.

“Good luck,” She said before she left to catch up with Lia.

“Please, Mr. Liu, do take one.” Yeji said as she motioned towards the jar of candy.

“Thank you, don’t mind If I do,” Yangyang said before getting a piece and popping it into his mouth. “And please, do call me Yangyang, Mr. Liu is my father. We are a new generation, aren’t we?”

Yeji could only grip the armchair of the seat she was sitting on. She let out a steady breath to shake off the feeling of cringe. “Well most certainly, Yangyang.”

“We have been admiring the Vipers for a while now.” Yangyang said as he swallowed the candy, “My father has high hopes of a partnership.”

A visible annoyed expression was displayed on Yeji’s face. A loud sigh could also be heard from her, she looked away for a moment only for her to look back to see Yangyang’s enthusiastic face.

“I’ll give you the same reply that I gave your father then.” She continued as she crossed her legs. “We are not accepting any new offers from new clients. We are already so busy enough with our current ones.”

Yangyang only exaggerated a sigh and leaned forward, thinking it had made any influence on Yeji. “Oh come on, Yeji.” Yangyang said with puppy eyes.

This only made the urge to roll her eyes harder to fight. He did not look pleasing whatsoever, thoughts she had when she hadn’t known that he was Mr. Liu’s son all came upon her in a wave of regret.

“I told you, we don’t want to.” Yeji said, making sure her tone was sharp and firm. “I hear there’s a rival business who might be more willing to accept our–”

“Perhaps you should try them then.” Yeji said, standing up as she adjusted her dress. It wasn’t their loss anyway. In fact, the Lius were actually a client they wanted to lose. The threat of going to the Neos did not matter at all, Yeji was glad even.

“Wait wha–”

“I appreciated you going all the way here…” Yeji pretended to think, “Winwin? Yiyang? Ningning?”

“Yangyang… but close enough, I guess.” Yangyang said as she stood up.

“Ah yes of course!” Yeji tried her hardest to charm a smile, “Have a great day, Yangyang!”

She went to the door in three large steps, eager for the Chinese visitor to leave. She motioned for Yangyang to come to the door, her hands already on the heavy door handles.

Yangyang, who quickly reacted, immediately stood up and made his way to the door. He was now face to face with Yeji.

“As you wish,” He stepped out and took one step, before turning around to meet Yeji again. “But may I make a request, Miss Hwang?”

“My apologies, Yangyang but I already–”

“May I see you again?” He asked, full gummy smile on show.

Yeji had to blink several times before she could answer “If it does not have anything to do with business…” She trailed off before looking at Yangyang.

“Then I guess we may,” Yeji thought it wasn’t possible for the boy to smile brighter, but she was wrong. He looked like a child who was finally entering Disneyland for the first time.

“I’ll see you then, Yeji.” With one last smile and last nod, he left. Just as Yeji closed the door, she was immediately greeted by two faces.

“Who was that?” Lia asked, all curious now. “Is he a suitor or something?”

“He’s cute, Yeji. I thought you had no interest in him.” Karina said with a huff.

“A stranger, Lia. He’s just a stranger.”

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marshmallowprotection · 3 years

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Inspired by the character Margarita Blankenheim from Evillious Chronicles (Link to Margarita’s Evillious Chronicles wiki page: https://theevilliouschronicles.fandom.com/wiki/Margarita_Blankenheim ) and the song “Gift From the Princess Who Brought Sleep” (Link to the fanmade PV & cover by Mariogagabriel: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Mo8IHawkHpI ), all by Mothy.

Trigger warnings for self-harm mentions, suicide mentions, and a bat shit crazy psychopathic girl who is the topic of this character description.

Well, I’ve made way more disgusting & hateable characters for my world...I mean, I made a character whose disgusting fetish list is long and as said, disgusting and disturbing. Ah, the smell of my world and its blurry border between NSFW and SFW…

(I think the only reason it's not NSFW is cus there are no explicit scenes of you know what ._.)

“If you truly love me, you wouldn’t have hurt me back then. I’m just returning the favor, you know! Every Black Rose has thorns...but mine are simply sharper, Mama, Papa. Now,

TO HELL WITH YOU SCUM!”

-Laila, 1691 T.C. At Age 15

Name: Laila Kerrin Rouziame (Pronounced Lie-la Care-in Ro-zee-ah-meh in case anyone has trouble pronouncing it)

Name Meaning: Laila is an Arabic name meaning “Night Beauty”. Kerrin is an Irish name meaning “Black”. I derived her last name from “Rouzia”, an English name which is a variation of the name “Rose”. All together her name literally means “Night Beauty Black Rose”.

Aliases (If Any): Black Rose (Code Name/Serial Killer Name)

Age: 19 (On Death)

Date of Birth/Birthday: Day 14 of Xomura’s Star, 1676 T.C. (Equivalent of February 14th)

Zodiac: Aquarius

Status: Deceased (Died 1695 T.C.)

Species: Elf

Magic: Unknown (Used A Variety of Different Spells, The Magic She Inherited/Specialized In Is Unknown)

Height: 5’4 Feet (162 Centimeters)

Ethnicity: Vesperian

Relatives: Duke Rouziame (Father)✝

Duchess Rouziame (Mother)✝

Rowen von Hallow (Husband)✝

Veila Miranda Rouziame (Daughter)✝

Various Descendants

Birth Place: Merdanburg, Rouziame Territory, Vesper Empire

Nationality/Current Residence: Merdanburg, Rouziame Territory, Vesper Empire

Religion (Which Goddess Do They Worship?): Kaya (Claims)

None

Occupation: Duchess of House Rouziame

The Infamous Serial Killer “Black Rose”

Founder of The Criminal Organization “Midnight Rosaria”

Affiliations: Midnight Rosaria

House Rouziame

Vesper Empire

Personality: Self-Destructive, Just Plain Old Crazy, Psychopathic, Masochistic, Sadistic, Comes Off As “Sweet” And “Kind”, But Eerily “Sweet” and “Kind”, Like You Can Just Feel Something Is Off, But She’s A Master Manipulator, So You Wouldn’t Realize Till She Stabs You Senseless

Marital Status: Married (Formerly)

Widow [By Choice]

Sexuality: Heterosexual

Likes: Roses, Pain (No Seriously, I Put Her As Masochist In Her Personality Thing For A Reason), Flowers

Dislikes: People Pitying Her, People Treating Her As if She Were A Sweet Innocent Thing To Be Protected From The Cruel World, The Abuse Her Parents Did To Her, The Scent of Smoke, Smoke In General

Role: Background Character

Potential Post-Ever Changing Fate 1 Side Story Main Character (Undecided Though)

Debut: Undecided

Random Facts:

Laila is a genuine actual psychopath. She’s not meant to be a character you can justify at all or chalk up her trauma to be the source of her evil or that she could have been good in an alternate timeline if she did not go through her trauma. She was, really, seriously, born with a lack of empathy for people and violent tendencies. However, her parents’ abuse towards her is what pushed her over the edge. But she would likely have still gone down the route she goes down in her canon, becoming a murderer, as she is likely a character who displays the worst symptoms and tendencies of someone who is a psychopath.

Also before anyone claims she’s a sociopath- she is not, because she was like this from birth. Sociopaths are made- psychopaths are born. Big difference.

She was not born a masochist, however, she slowly morphed into one as the years went on and she searched for relief from the pain her parents caused her, and in a sick way the pain she caused to herself seemed to feel euphoric, and she’s not sure why. It may be due to her suicidal tendencies and contemplation of suicide, or maybe something else.

Laila is not meant to be an accurate representation of most mentally ill people- she’s one of the most extreme cases. And she’s also an actual psychopath, who are unable to be helped at all because their lack of empathy is not like depression or something where they can recover- it’s something physically wrong with her brain; for lack of a better word, she’s broken. And there’s nothing anyone could do to help her. Unfortunately, before anyone realized she was a severe, genuine danger to everyone around her and herself, she had already killed many people and eventually herself.

Laila also has severe depression (which is the main cause of her suicidal tendencies later on and masochistic tendencies) and severe PTSD towards the scent of smoke due to her father’s smoking habits. That’s also why she didn’t just burn all of Merdanburg like many people in Midnight Rosaria wanted her to- her fear of the smoke scent and just smoke, in general, made her unable.

Her exact kill count is 400. 399 if you disinclude herself.

Her masochistic tendencies are not sexual in nature before anyone asks.

Backstory: Laila Kerrin Rouziame was born the only child of Duke and Duchess Rouziame in the capital of Rouziame Territory (A Territory In My World Is A Province, Sort Of), Merdanburg on Day 14 of Xomura’s Star, 1676 T.C. Since birth, Laila had been harshly disciplined by her parents and taught what she should and should not do, in order to morph her into the perfect heiress, it didn’t help that the Vesper Empire was collapsing at the seams and that House Vesper, the ruling house of the empire, had disintegrated due to its main branch ending up at a dead-end when the last empress, Elisabet, died without an heir back in 1566 (110 years ago), and the nobility were all scrambling to become the new ruling house, and as one of the most powerful noble houses, Laila’s parents wanted to be the ones to become the new emperor and empress. And so, Laila was trained in how to be the best leader she could be, and harsh punishment in the form of physical and verbal abuse was executed to her if she did not comply, which she did a lot. Laila had...many violent tendencies, she often for example stabbed her stuffed animals with pencils or pens, or tearing them apart by hand, and sometimes even harming herself. All of this caused her only to be punished more, and many people started to refer to her as a demon child due to her tendencies of violence, and she even once attempted to stab the third son of the current Marquis Mariah at the time. Her lack of conscience and sense of right and wrong made everyone fear that maybe Laila was “possessed” or “cursed”. As Laila grew her tendencies only heightened, but, she learned an important skill from her older cousin, Lettisa (she was also a fellow psychopath), when she was 10- deception.

Laila learned how to pretend to be normal.

And so the random bursts of violence stopped. She put on a mask of perfectness- making herself out to be kind and benevolent when in reality she felt nothing but sick happiness at the thought of the pain she could cause. In private she harmed herself yet again but did so in places where she could easily hide the scars and wounds.

When Laila was 13 the abuse from her parents continued to worsen, and her cousin Lettisa started talking to her about the idea of killing them, confessing that she herself killed her parents because they abused her too. Laila for the next 2 years would seriously consider it because she was tired of the abuse, in her words "They don't accept me for who I am, wanting me to pretend to be someone I am not. If they were gone...maybe...I could be free."

Laila would go through with her meticulously planned for two whole years murder plot against her parents when she was 15, murdering them in an excruciating, painful way which shall not be said because it's way too gory and disturbing.

After that Laila inherited everything from her parents, the estate, the title, the money, everything. Her cousin, Lettisa, chose to move out of her aunt's house to come live with Laila. And there began their creation of an organization, a criminal one, which they planned to name: "Midnight Rosaria".

Laila would be the face of the organization, and Lettisa handled many nitty-gritty details.

Laila's mental health continued to decline in terms of her sanity, and she began desiring to feel the euphoria which bringing pain to others had always brought her. And so, she became a serial killer, not targeting anyone in particular besides people who were friends of her parents, who were rewarded for their bystanding status of just watching Laila get abused by her parents with a painful death.

With the creation of Midnight Rosaria, killings across all of Merdanburg heightened along with the crime rate, Lettisa going around and recruiting people to the organization. Everyone was there for different reasons and different goals, but they all benefited from one thing: the fact that they would help each other. Everyone in the organization usually behind only one member's murder plot or crime. It was very meticulously planned, everything was perfected to the highest degree of perfection. And let me tell you, Laila was not dumb- in fact, she was a genius of her time, likely one of the most brilliant criminals ever. She was just... absolutely insane.

Before Laila even turned 18, she was approached by a suitor named Rowen von Hallow, who claimed to have fallen in love with her and wanted to marry her. She originally rejected him, but Lettisa said that marrying him would greatly increase her power due to him being descended from Alia Hallow, who was a famous hero. So, Laila agreed to marry him. She gave birth to a daughter a year later.

For the next 4 years of her life (counting from when she was 15), Laila murdered over 300 people, using various magic spells and masking her true nature to enact her plots. With all of Midnight Rosaria helping her, at that point, there was nothing anyone could do to stop her, not when she had so much power and influence as Duchess Rouziame and the leader of Midnight Rosaria.

Merdanburg became a ghost town.

Laila's mental health had become extremely unstable. She even murdered her husband during a violent fit and didn't even care afterward.

And so Laila believed the last thing to do was to kill herself.

Everyone urged her not to, including Lettisa, but Laila stated that it was for the best, considering that was what she had wanted her entire life- the ultimate pain- the sweet release of death.

And so she did.

Laila has gone down in history as one of the most brilliant minds to have ever lived, as she did excel in school, but used her brilliance for the wrong reasons. She became known as the "Black Rose" due to her leaving a black rose wherever she made the worst wound on her victims. She's become infamous in history and due to being the creator of Midnight Rosaria along with Lettisa, she influenced the future of crime for centuries.

Lettisa ended up being the new guardian of Laila's daughter Veila, and unfortunately, Veila inherited her mother's psychopathy, becoming an infamous murderer as well.

This is my first time writing a character who was born just purely crazy, did I mess up anything? Idk myself if I did a good job or what. ;-;

She's likely going to be improved in the future as I find out more about psychopathy, but this is her for now. :/

— Submision

Well, I do think it’s important not to call people “crazy”. Doing things of that nature can harm anyone with mental illness. Mental illness are not excuses for your actions. There’s definitely people in this world that are cruel but they are simply cruel for their own reasons, they weren’t being forced into doing anything, they choose to do what they do. Framing certain illness in a bad light makes for a bad stigma for people who experience pyschosis, hallucinations, and more. It isn’t “scary” to be “different.”

But, it is a shame that people hurt others for things out of their control, like what they struggle with mentally or physically. Genetics can put you at risk for certain things, like anxiety, but that doesn’t mean that would make you your parent, or what they struggled with. Now, you could be disillusioned with reality and she could possibly have been taught things as a child that helped shape her view of others, and that’s how the daughter lashes out at others, but I wouldn’t say that she “got it from her mother” as in, mental illness.

It’s just important to be careful about how you write characters like that because there is so much bad media out there that does more harm then good. Even if she’s one of the extreme cases that is an outlier, it’s important to be wary of what it can do to other people.

I do find the concept rather interesting, though. It has potential if you continue to work on it and remedy things that may hurt others.

#tw self harm #tw suicide ment #ask #oc #mod kait #littleghostlyrose #submission

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lilacandladybugs · 4 years

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What’s your current relationship with god? I’m very curious lmao

I’m sorry if this sounds incomprehensible and rambly and disjointed or pretentious. I care a lot more about this than almost anything else in the world and I wish I could do a better job of explaining myself. But I feel like why I believe in God or what my relationship with him is like is like trying to explain who I am. And I’m just the accumulation of everything I’ve ever experienced or that I think and I feel like it’s really important that I communicate it correctly so here is my attempt.

Here’s a video that’s really good that I think will give some good background information. If you don’t want to read all of this, the video is probably enough to explain.

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TLDR: This isn’t the way things are supposed to be. Death isn’t supposed to happen, it isn’t a part of the natural order of things. God loved us so much he died to fix it, and rose again to defeat death. God loves me and I love him, and I’ve never found peace or fulfillment like that in anything else.

I hope this makes sense anon let me know if you have any questions or if I misinterpreted your question.

TW suicide // grief // abuse // rape mention (not v bad or graphic or anything)

Long version:

I think I've always thought that there's something naturally (for lack of a better word) poetic about existing. Not really meaning that it's good, but kind of that everything feels really purposeful it seems to flow together like an old epic. Everything seems intensely meaningful to me.

I've always thought that life was tragic. That death is a fracture in the way things are, like we live in the ancient ruins of a long lost civilization.

And I've always thought that life seems like an incomprehensibly wonderful gift, because how can there be tragedy if there isn't anything worth losing? But somehow it seems like peace is the basic way things are, that normalcy isn't normal at all but like this status quo of goodness which makes bad things happening not only heart breaking but surprising.

Reconciling all of those ideas is really confusing.

I'm a strong proponent of thinking analytically about what you believe since the answer we choose to the question of whether or not God exists is like quite literally something we bet our lives on. We bet our life that God exists or that he doesn't, that things have meaning anchored in an external source or that they don't.

So while I grew up a Christian I've never felt really dead in it. I want to be uncomfortable. I want to be stubborn in asking questions and I don't have a problem with questioning authorities on why they believe what they believe—especially if they really confidently assert it. I want to be able to know things and understand them.

My junior year of high school three of my closest childhood friends died, and several others almost died. I remember sitting up at like two am listening to twenty one pilots self titled album just like seething and exhausted asking lord why would you abandon me like that?

Some other really horrible things happened to people that I cared about, I felt abandoned and rejected by Christians just for being broken, some of them caused it or contributed to the trauma and abuse. How could people who claimed the name of God do that?

My debate partner's best friend killed himself the same year that my friends died, and he became an atheist and I stayed a Christian. We fought about it a lot. I really seriously considered becoming an atheist.

The thing that I couldn't accept was the lack of eternality.

Really ironically I think I stayed a Christian for the same reason that my friend became an atheist. We were both asking why all of the living world is crying out in anguish. We both wanted to die. We both were angry. We both were horrified.

My friend thought that the question of “where is God?” was harder to answer than “why is there meaning to death?”

I'm a Christian because I'm horrified. He's an atheist for the same reason.

If you don’t feel like reading it, here’s the TLDR: there is no reason for someone to do something or not do something if God isn’t there to tell them to. There isn’t a moral grounding for law.

Arthur Leff was an atheist law professor at Yale in the eighties, and he wrote about the moral grounding for laws in his essay, Unspeakable Ethics, Unnatural Law. The question he was asking was what can we do to ground morality? What can we do to prove objectively that there are things one ought to do and things one ought not do?

I am unwilling to accept that. There is something evil about abuse, neglect, rape, torture. There is something about these things that violates human rights, human dignity. There's something about them that goes against objective moral law.

But without God there is no moral law. So I wouldn't be able to say, "you should never rape someone, because rape is wrong." And everything that I had experienced flew in the face of that.

Dr. Leff wrote this about that question;

“All I can say is this: it looks as if we are all we have. Given what we know about ourselves and each other, this is an extraordinarily unappetizing prospect; looking around the world, it appears that if all men are brothers, the ruling model is Cain and Abel. Neither reason, nor love, nor even terror, seems to have worked to make us "good," and worse than that, there is no reason why anything should. Only if ethics were something unspeakable by us, could law be unnatural, and therefore unchallengeable. As things now stand, everything is up for grabs.

Nevertheless:

Napalming babies is bad.

Starving the poor is wicked.

Buying and selling each other is depraved.

Those who stood up to and died resisting Hitler, Stalin, Amin, and Pol Pot-and General Custer too-have earned salvation.

Those who acquiesced deserve to be damned.

There is in the world such a thing as evil.

[All together now:] Sez who?

God help us.”

In the end, it comes down to this; Do I believe that the complexity of the universe is because there was someone intelligent actively involved in its design, do I believe that information, reason, logic, emotion, and morality exist and are reliable because they have grounding in God’s identity? Do I believe that God is who he says he is?

And I guess the answer to those questions was yes.

I saw God. He was there in the stillness - in the sunrise and sunset and at 2 am after I couldn't cry anymore. I felt him. And I know part of his goodness that I wish I never had to know. I felt like I was lying breathless bleeding out in a gutter watching the stars. Almost like a pause - just a moment in time where I was hurt enough, still enough to hear his voice.

One of the most important things I learned is that life is not hopeless. If life is a story, then the last chapter of the book has already been written. This is the premise of the song It is Well with My Soul by Horatio G. Spafford.

“When peace, like a river, attendeth my way,

When sorrows like sea billows roll;

Whatever my lot, God has taught me to say,

It is well, it is well, with my soul.

My sin, oh, the bliss of this glorious thought

My sin, not in part but the whole,

Is nailed to the cross, and I bear it no more,

Praise the Lord, praise the Lord, o my soul”

The powers of evil and darkness can take away my friends, my sanity, my family, and even my life, but God has already saved me, and I can find peace in spite of my circumstances. Three of my friends died, but God has already conquered death. I feel powerless, but God is powerful. I feel abandoned, but God loves me so much that he died a horrible torturous death for me. Living in light of that is peace.

Whenever I felt like I couldn’t keep going there would be something to stop me. I heard his voice in music, and in my friends that held me when I cried, and in morning glories on my morning walk. I kept lists of all of the times this happened, every time that someone encouraged me to keep going, every time that someone would quote a Bible verse when I was crying out for God to answer me, every time that the world paused. Everything asked me the same question, do you think it means nothing? Do you think that there is a direction that we’re going? Are we coming from nothing and going toward nowhere?

I had friends who heard him too. He was so gentle to us. I wasn’t able to go to church, I wasn’t able to listen to worship music but the LGBTQ+ community took care of me, they were isolated from church as well. There was enough for me in that God promised he would take care of me, and he did. He died for me. He talked to my trans friend and said, “listen, your parents have rejected you and said you’ll never be your son, but I am a good father. I love you. Be my son instead.”

God mourned with me. He saw everything and he was angry. I was able to breathe because I knew that in the end there will be justice for abuse victims, because God said that he is the holder of justice, and vengeance will be his.

When one of my friends was hospitalized I stood outside during the beginning of a thunderstorm and watched the clouds and the sky darken and lightning flash across the sky.

Even the wind and the sea obey him. He asked me if I trust him.

I guess my answer was yes.

In spite of everything that I went through, I was more thoroughly convinced that I ever was before that things matter. I was convinced that abuse is evil. I was convinced that death is an abomination. I was convinced that these laws of morality are woven into the fabric of the universe. I was convinced that God died to save us from that reality. I was convinced he loved me.

I still am

#asks #about #eslyea #religion tw #religion #christianity #christianity tw #suicide tw #grief tw #suicide #grief #rape #rape tw #just mentioned but still #thanks for asking #c:#hope this is coherent

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Here’s a video that’s really good that I think will give some good background information. If you don’t want to read all of this, the video is probably enough to explain.

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I hope this makes sense anon let me know if you have any questions or if I misinterpreted your question.

TW suicide // grief // abuse // rape mention (not v bad or graphic or anything)

Long version:

I've always thought that life was tragic. That death is a fracture in the way things are, like we live in the ancient ruins of a long lost civilization.

Reconciling all of those ideas is really confusing.

The thing that I couldn't accept was the lack of eternality.

My friend thought that the question of “where is God?” was harder to answer than “why is there meaning to death?”

I'm a Christian because I'm horrified. He's an atheist for the same reason.

But without God there is no moral law. So I wouldn't be able to say, "you should never rape someone, because rape is wrong." And everything that I had experienced flew in the face of that.

Dr. Leff wrote this about that question;

Nevertheless:

Napalming babies is bad.

Starving the poor is wicked.

Buying and selling each other is depraved.

Those who stood up to and died resisting Hitler, Stalin, Amin, and Pol Pot-and General Custer too-have earned salvation.

Those who acquiesced deserve to be damned.

There is in the world such a thing as evil.

[All together now:] Sez who?

God help us.”

And I guess the answer to those questions was yes.

“When peace, like a river, attendeth my way,

When sorrows like sea billows roll;

Whatever my lot, God has taught me to say,

It is well, it is well, with my soul.

My sin, oh, the bliss of this glorious thought

My sin, not in part but the whole,

Is nailed to the cross, and I bear it no more,

Praise the Lord, praise the Lord, o my soul”

When one of my friends was hospitalized I stood outside during the beginning of a thunderstorm and watched the clouds and the sky darken and lightning flash across the sky.

Even the wind and the sea obey him. He asked me if I trust him.

I guess my answer was yes.

I still am

#ask #what's your current relationship with god? i'm very curious lmao

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tomboyjessie13-artblog · 4 years

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~PROJECT PERE NOEL: SURVIVAL~

-Parody to: Ma Survival by Mothy -Based on the lyrics by Octosan

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BhFgJMxy0PI

The following is Non-canon to either "Kingdom Hearts" nor "Remembrance of Days", so don't take this seriously

For over a decade, the Nobodies have roamed the realm of light looking for hearts to complete themselves This is the story of these four Nobodies in particular.

Xemnas Report- Kaze Matsuoka

Age: 16 Gender: Male Resident: Radiant Garden Hair: Dark Brown Eyes: Violet Rank: Sixth Venom Occupation: Hitman for hire Weapon: Rapier

A resident of Radiant Garden, he once knew the founding members of Organization XIII as somebodies. [Potentially aimed to assassinate Xemnas. Observation required]

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Neashi Tamiki

Age: 17 Gender: Female Resident: Twilight Town Hair: Green Eyes: Teal Rank: Fifth Pierrot Occupation: Jewel Thief Weapon: Naginata

A Thief living in Twilight Town, mainly steals from high-class denizens, she is currently being watched over by "Fourth Shadow". [Possible uprising against the project's leader]

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Dimitri Achilles

Age: 20 Gender: Male Resident: Traverse Town Hair: White Eyes: Emerald Green Rank: Second Dealer Occupation: Peddler Weapon: Meteor Hammer

A Curiosity Shop owner from Traverse Town. [Considered dropping due to unlawful love affairs]

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Brigitte

Age: 23 Gender: Female Resident: La Cité des Cloches(Later Villa de Rien) Hair: Black Eyes: Indigo Rank: Seventh Magician Occupation: Mage Weapon: Ring Blade

A Mage from La Cité des Cloches before it fell to darkness, she mainly tells faux fortunes to her clientele. [Possible thievery of the Organization's secrets]

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~Who will survive in the end?~

Kaze: As of yet, nobody has formed Kingdom Hearts

Brigitte: As of yet, the Kingdom Hearts we had before is missing

Dimitri: No one yet has gotten to turn into the new 13th

Neashi: As of yet, there's no one else who has carried that to term

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~There was...A promise of a new world from the Nobodies' ruler. The "source of all hearts" serves as it's gate way. And "XIII", the Chosen one who became the Nobodies' savor.~

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Dimitri: Four of them gathered around by the Castle then Four Nothings whose very lives all were very different

Neashi: They all knew that only one chosen Member would be seen They all knew that only one of them could turn into the 13th

Kaze: Nobodies turn into demons when faced with an ambition to be won

Brigitte: With weapons ready at hand Without a warning now it has begun

All: A war for the throne

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Brigitte/Kaze: So it's a game of survival Where even love and trust will melt under doubt and sabotage If you hear dark laughing even from the one you trust Can you rely on loyalty or not?

Nemu/Brigitte: "Today a candidate perished" "A terrible event, by an accident she fell off of a cliff"

Nemu: Though you don't know now it's a lie or maybe not

All: Who will be still living when all is said and done?

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Survivor 3 Dimitri - Alive Brigitte - Accident Neashi - Alive Kaze - Alive

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~Four denizens of darkness were selected as members for "Project: Pere Noel". But only one could become the 13th member, who would lead the Organization to victory. The Project's leader decided to select one of them upon even closer scrutiny.~

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Dimitri: A Playboy, he was a man of the night [LUST]

Brigitte: She was an Atheist Mage consumed by arrogance [PRIDE]

Kaze: He was a Army Brat seeking out his brother's killer [WRATH]

Neashi: She was a Phantom Thief with broken memories [AVARICE]

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Kaze: So only the most formidable one will come away with everything

Neashi: Gradually, deep in their souls The bitterness that's brewing underneath

All: Is infinite

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Neashi/Dimitri: Still it's a game of survival The good inside the realm will fall beneath reality Though a husk may have murdered me without a second thought Do I know if they're an enemy or not?

Nemu/Dimitri: "Now another candidate perished" "A suicidal act that was done by the depth of his distress"

Nemu: Though you know by now it's a lie without a doubt

All: Who will be still living when all is said and done?

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Survivor 2 Dimitri - Suicide Brigitte - Accident Neashi - Alive Kaze - Alive

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~A "traitor" has whispered to someone, "If the other three disappear――then You will get your revenge~

~Clockwork Requiem / Nemu~

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Kaze: "Miss Tamiki, there's no reason to fight" "It comes as no surprise" "We are the last candidates left" "This war is meaningless" "Miss Tamiki, this I didn't want" "You can have the kingdom" "I know that your little friend" "Still supports you too"

Neashi: "I am grateful, young Kaze" "And it will all be alright" "I promise I'll protect you" "You don't have to fear anyone"

(BLOOD SPLATTER)

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Survivor 1 Dimitri - Murder Brigitte - Murder Neashi - Murder Kaze - Alive

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Kaze:(Nemu: Ahhhhh~) The goriest rose began to bloom from behind In the space, the former thief began to disappear As she lay dying, what she saw before her eyes Was her former teammate's overflowing tears

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Xemnas: "Sinful boy as you have taken out all the other project candidates" "You will join the Organization" "As our "13th" "To rule all the realm"

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All: Standing there alone at an alter The boy had worn a smile like a demon of Nothingness Even so if he can bring about Kingdom Hearts Then in the days to come we could achieve our goal

Nemu: The survival game hasn't ended Even if the rest of them are dead, no, the game will never end Even now this boy, standing here inside the light Is the target of the brilliant sparkle of a knife

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Kaze Matsuoka Kaze becoming the chosen one didn't even last half a year. Before he got his revenge, he was already sought out by the other founding members and was immediately executed.

Neashi Tamiki Neashi's soul after her body vanished into the darkness was taken by Nemu, and its whereabouts thereafter is uncertain. On a side note, a few months later, a artist claiming to be Neashi appears throughout different worlds.

Dimitri Achilles Two years before being murdered, Dimitri's mistress gave birth to his child in secret. The whereabouts of his lover and child are currently unknown.

Brigitte After the fall of the first Organization, Sora and Riku headed for Brigitte's homeworld, La Cite des Cloches, in the Realm of Sleep. Restoring it back to its former glory after unlocking the sleeping keyhole.

#fanfiction #parody #kingdom hearts #kingdom hearts oc #ocs #oc #crossover #evillious chronicles #survival ma #lyrics

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spirit-of-vengeance · 5 years

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7th ROTG anniversary. Time to get emotional.

I never written this down, but now I feel the need due to the intense nostalgia and the notice of how quickly time is fleeing. I have a tale to tell, I need to share my story about how this film changed my life. Warning: it's long.

Brief into: I believed in the Santa, Easter Bunny (I really wanted in the Toothfairy too and unfortunately never heard about Jack or Sandy) even when I was 10. (Which was considered pretty old to believe) I even got into an argument with my teacher in the 3rd grade because she said 'stop being childish, they aren't real' because I was excitedly whispering with my classmate about catching the Santa this year. A boy, who ironically looked exactly like Jack Frost began endlessly teasing me and calling me stupid for still thinking he's real. On the way back home with mom I confronted her about this, not giving up until she told me whenever he was right or not. Backed into a corner, she was forced to give up. I cried every day for weeks. The magic was ripped away from me.

Year 2012, December. I'm 11 and a victim of hardcore bullying since my whole life. Students, teachers and sometimes parents. To cheer me up, mom took me to the shopping center to watch a movie. We couldn't really decide & she saw a giant poster of North smiling at people. Her eyes lit up and excitedly said 'Let's watch that! ' I followed the direction of her finger and my face scrunched in malice "I am not watching a movie with the Santa. Its stupid. I'm a big girl, I want to watch a bloody action movie! " but she was unbending. She could bribe me into it with a large bowl of popcorn; I was still grumbling when the lights went out.

The change: first snowflakes, first notes of the piano worked like magic. I immediately shut up and wondered what actually happens here. Why is it so soothing? At the first few shots of the North Pole when North is working on the ice train, I jumped in my seat and I shit you not, I thought the Santa is actually getting murdered. My eyebrow rose higher when I realized that guy with the chainsaw and swords is the Santa. Unfortunately, I can't remember more first reactions; stress, depression, traumas really ruined my long term memory. It seems silly now, but I kept the last piece of popcorn what I was munching on during it, I still have it in a little jewel box; one of my sacred memories. The car ride back to home was quiet, I was staring out of the window my mind stirring with creativity.

Aftermath: 2013-2018; while my classmates were busy getting drunk, being a petty bitch, giving oral in the toilet, (yes. I am talking about elementary school.), getting laid, I was lost in a world of wonder. I learnt 60% of my English knowledge in 3 months with reading fanfiction. I browsed deviantart for hours and laughed my ass off at the hilarious, extremely well done fanarts.

I grew up on mostly Blackice videos I wasn't 100% aware what I'm actually seeing tho, I was exposed to gay ships from a young age and plot twist, nothing serious happened😀. My mental health wasn't shit because I saw the Bogeyman and the Winter spirit kiss.

I began talking to the Moon. I cried my pain to him. Sitting on my windowstill, debating whenever I should jump or not. My extraordinarily strong bond with my mom and this film were my only lifeline. I was making it through, in my own world. My imagination created wonderful sights, scenarios; at nights I was certain I can spot Sandy on his cloud, at Christmas North trying to push himself out of the chimney cussing, at Easter that enormous bunny running around, at winters mostly yelling at Jack 'get out of my country' because I'm a summer person, going to school on a chilly yet sunny autumn day and see Pitch standing on the edge of the misty forest.

I began to change, respond to the pressure from my bullies. My personality began to morph. See the wonder in everything; like North. There's hope and spite, don't dare to give up; like Bunny. Awaken and enjoy creativity; like Sandy. Shit on the rules and have a damn good time no matter what; like Jack. Cherish memories and friends; like Tooth. Be ruthless and stand up from the most brutal blows; like Pitch. And never forget, the Moon will always be there even when he's an antisocial dick and says nothing.

My aim, my dream was to write the sequel. When I was done I wanted to send it to William Joyce. I wrote 200+ pages, but unfortunately in Hungarian. I still don't know why I stopped, why I abandoned that plan.

I was looking for ROTG posters because I wanted to email them to my friend to show what I've been obsessed with. I was just lazily staring at a Pitch poster, realizing his V neck actually never closes - then my eyes crossed the date: November 21. I let out an ungodly shriek of disbelief and mirth. Mom rushed into the living room with terror and met with the sight of me screaming in ecstasy "RISE OF THE GUARDIANS CAME OUT ON MY BIRTHDAY!!!! "

Around 2016 I became really interested in this roleplay stuff and oh god I was terrible. Cindy Flame then was an always angry Mary sue but after years of practice, expanding she is a completely built, extremely complex character, flawed, strong, tragic and ruthless; divine yet oh so human. So I was making friends online, most of them failed, I think one of them committed suicide but that belongs to an another story.

I have been lurking Tumblr for 3 years? More? Because I had no idea how this site worked and I was shy because I thought my writing is not good enough I realize now I felt right. I admired blogs from afar, read their writing and falling deeper and deeper into this fandom.

Nearing present day: I actually came to Tumblr to pursue a friend of mine. I was borderline desperate because I've thought they are one of the last one in the fandom and it scared me. The fun thing is, I actually never interacted with them after making this blog. So I break this two year old spell and hi @kingofnxghtmares it's me, Jasmine😊 You don't have to answer/interact/or anything, I wanted to get everything off my chest and finally tagging you just felt right.

So now I'm on Tumblr. And I love every second it. I've found amazing friends, insanely dynamic muses, crack threads, angst, the chance to expand my muse even more and where I belong. So there I am, wondering where 7 years went. I've grown up (somewhat), and I'm glad I was protected from the 'disaster teenage years ', drinking, heartbreak, drugs, etc instead I grew up in a magical world interviewed with reality so closely; it became an escape place when reality became too heavy.

About ROTG & finale: masterpiece. The animation is insanely lifelike yet fantasy. Every tiny, microscopic detail is perfect, the characters, the storyline, the atmosphere original and capturing. The music is gut wrenching. Everything is absolutely, 200% on point. I don't think there ever will be an animated movie which can be better than Rise of the Guardians animation and/or storywise. No 'love is the answer ' movies can ever come close this iconic masterpiece no matter how they rip it off looking at Frozen 2😒

I watched it today (I have it in Spanish as well and I only can encourage everyone to watch it, the Spanish voice acting is, 100% in my opinion Pitch's bested Jude Law, damn that rich hiss of malice was incredible ) on my 18th birthday while cuddling with mom, laughing and heavy with nostalgia. I think I will remain in this fandom for a very long time, I don't think I would ever be able to let it go due to my deep emotional ties. I would like to thank everyone who were present in making this film, the artists who still keep this fandom alive, all of my friends, roleplay partners; thank you for brightening my childhood, giving me purpose and a place to belong.

To my all of my friends:

@paintbrushtheelf @muerte-rojo @nightmarinqs @mr-mansnoozie @gatekeeperoftheunderworld @50shadesofpitchblack @flossinspector @magicmiyeh

@black-equals-mysoul @nxghtlight @lindzem

I love all of you,

Jasmine

#Trigger warnings for mentions of suicidal thoughts #wow this is long #And angsty #Idk who read it completely but they deserve a medal for it #wild author appearing without makeup #I know I don't look 18.#Long story cut short: ROTG came out on my birthday and I'm emotional #🔥author/writer's note🔥 | smoldering embers

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lordmartiya · 5 years

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Fox Rain chapter 4

@lilanette-week

@supermenteuse

@emblian

@starcrossed-stardust

@supermenteuse

@theitalianscribe

@lilanette

@thekitsune

The aftermath of prince Ali outing Papillon as a pedophile, and the start of other troubles. Plus some worldbuilding-the one thing I truly excel at as a writer-though a bit hidden. And… Well, I can’t say I didn’t have fun with the Akuma.

Chapter 04: Leprotta

As he woke up for the day, Gabriel acted as if he was to work on his design or the company as usual, or rather as expected. In truth, he had a different job to do: keep up his Papillon persona. While he was dimly aware that assaulting Paris to steal magical jewelry from what happened to be two teenagers (one of which he had even suspected was his own son) to use their magic to save his wife at the price of someone else’ life was not a sane thing to do, he purposefully kept his supervillain character highly psychotic and petty, someone who’d attack anyone for slights and insults-a persona he had to keep more often than he liked due the Parisians not having changed much since they developed a martial art just to pick fights with street gangs the police couldn’t control(1).

And so now he had to make it seem he had just found out Lila Rossi and her princely friend had outed him as a pedophile, and take his “revenge” by sending Akumas after them. Them and Rossi’s classmate Marguerite Lanivien (or something like that) for good measure. He wondered how long it would take for them to “scare him off”…

“Remember, if there’s trouble call us.” Lila’s father said. “We’ll come to help-and I’d like a go at that worm.” he continued, punching his right fist in the open left. “Assuming Hartmann doesn’t arrive first-she’s fast, and I’ve a few things to do today…”

“No problem.” Lila replied. “Where’s mother? She was supposed to have a day off.”

“She left after a phone call. She said it was big, and you know how that goes…”

“Yes. I do.”

With that Lila left for school, wondering what would ever get that woman to help emotionally-and what would Papillon send after them.

“OK, this is getting ridiculous.” Vorpika said as she sat before a knocked out Rose Bride.

“And you’ve been around for what, a week?” Chat replied before noticing what the newest hero had said. “I take this isn’t the first time, then.”

“Third in four days.”

“Too bad it wasn’t in consecutive days, Papillon wouldn’t Akumatize her for at least two weeks after that-his humor is weird like that. Oh, here she is. Hey, Buginet-” Ladybug nearly kicked the downed Akuma villain, and had to make a visible effort not to strike her. “What happened? Aside poor sleep because of what Papillon would do and Rose Bride.”

“I’ve got a friend in Beijing right now, and she’s not answering the phone.” Ladybug replied as she purified Rose Bride and (reluctantly) called for a Lucky Charm to heal her from the head damage caused by her partners.

“Wait, what happened in Beijing?” Vorpika asked.

“You didn’t hear?”

“Well, I nearly overslept, and…”

Vorpika pulled her flute and its computer function, and saw the news: a gigantic terrorist attack in Beijing, targeting the Forbidden City and the area around its Gate of Divine Might-that is, the place where her friend had been shooting and residing during the job. And in spite of the massive damage there were only four victims, two being the attackers and the other two unknown. No other details were available yet, only a rumor that one of the unidentified victims was Japanese.

“Ommerda… Gotta go, bye!”

As soon as she was hidden she used her dizi to try and call the Tiger multiple times (and barely remembering to make it appear it had come from her phone), to no avail, before surrendering and going to class. And somehow arriving later than Marinette, who was apparently nearly always late.

Lila hadn’t paid much attention to the classes, partly wondering when Papillon’s next attack would come and partly worried for her friend. At the lunch break, at least, she saw her friend had just updated her social accounts, explaining the People’s Armed Police(2) had confiscated her phone and was interrogating her as the one witness, and had just given her back the phone. One less worry… And a classmate to keep safe.

“Rose, you need to come with me to the Italian embassy, at least for today.” she stated.

“Uh… Why?”

“Because Lustro was the one who outed the Terror Bowtie, Papillon” she had to specify as apparently Rose hadn’t heard the nickname yet “as a pedophile… And we would be targets for collateral revenge.” That and the terrorist was likely offended he didn’t get to groom her into a villain, but Lila decided her classmate didn’t need to know that. “It won’t keep you safe from Akuma attacks, but it’ll gain you time-sending an Akuma too close to an embassy and the various ministries would be suicidally stupid, and that terrorist sadly is not an idiot.”

“But-”

“ROSE LAVILLANT! I AM THE FLORIST! SHOW YOURSELF AND PAY FOR MISUSING A FLOWER’S NAME!”

“Do you see the necessity now?” Lila asked before dragging the target away and hiding her in the nearest bathroom.

“Didn’t think an Akuma villain so scary-looking would have been so weak.” Chat quipped after the Florist had been taken care of. “At least we’ve filled our weekly quota of ridiculous villains.”

“LILA ROSSI! I AM INARISAMA! SHAVE YOUR HEAD AND REPENT FOR DEFILING FOXES WITH YOUR HAIRSTYLE! OH, AND YOU TOO, VORPIKA!”

Ladybug and Vorpika both shot dirty looks at Chat Noir.

“LIE-LA! HOW YOU DARE SAYING I’M FAT! I, STUNNER(3), WILL MAKE YOU PAY!”

“Honestly, if I wanted to insult someone I’d say something better.” Lila quipped as she hid to transform and deal with the fourth Akuma of the day.

“MWA-HA-HA! GIVE ME YOUR MIND CONTROL PERFUME, LAVILLANT! ONLY I, THE JEANNIE, DESERVE TO MARRY PRINCE ALI!”

Rose took down that Akuma villain herself-turned out her perfume (that under Akumatization had indeed brainwashing abilities) was highly explosive in the right conditions, and the girl had taken offense at the villain’s demand. And while her reaction made her the first person who could claim to have knocked out an Akumatized villain, Rose got banned from bringing any perfume at school. Lila convinced her it had been inevitable just in time to keep her from being Akumatized… And redirecting the Akuma on someone else.

“I’ll get the power to enforce safety rules in exchange for two jewels that could interfere with safety in the lab? It’s a win-win!” miss Mendeleiev said as she was about to be Akumatized-right before Ladybug broke her Akumatized labcoat.

“Sorry, but Papillon is having a pettiness fit-I’ll restore it later, OK?” Ladybug said before leaving without letting the science teacher reply.

“HA! YOU’LL STOP INTERRUPTING MY LESSONS, PAPILLON! JUST WAIT WHEN I’LL FIN-”

Papillon retired his Akuma from the Educator, reverting her to miss Bustier(4).

“Let me get this straight-it’s the second time you get this because people can’t spell headcanon right?” Vorpika asked her colleagues, this being an Akuma villain with a cannon-as in a Napoleonic artillery piece-for a head, cannon that turned people’s heads into cannons with writings such as “Ladybug and Chat Noir are dating”, “Majesta designed her own costume but can’t sew” and “Tokyo V is a nerdy male gamer in a drag” embossed on them(5).

Ladybug just nodded and destroyed the akumatized notebook. “I get Rose Bride, but why did Papillon bring this one back?”

“If only that other writer hadn’t calmed down…” Papillon said to himself. “Well, I’ll do Reverser another time. Now, who’s next? Oh, this guy will do.”

“LILA, MY BELOVED! IT IS I, THE HEALER! FEAR NOT, YOU’LL BE ABLE TO LOVE ME ONCE I’VE CURED YOU OF THE PERVERSE LUST FOR THAT TWINTAILED GIR-”

Papillon retired his Akuma, leaving a newly discovered homophobe at the mercy of the class.

“Nooroo, we’re both getting showers, and you’ll clean the Miraculous before we go in again.” Gabriel ordered his Kwami. “How did I miss he was one of them?!”

“After you’re done I suggest a repeat of the fun Akuma.” Natalie said before putting down the Kwami food she had brought.

“WHAT DO YOU MEAN IT’S THE TWELFTH TIME?!” Vorpika shouted in understandable indignation.

“Well, I really like pigeons, but the city won’t let me take care of them and that makes me vulnerable to Akumatizations.” Xavier Ramier replied. “And as horrible as it sounds, Papillon has a point-if I cannot, who’ll take care of the pigeons?”

Vorpika seemed to have ideas, but bit her tongue rather than saying it out loud.

“The city, of course-yesterday Daddy managed to pass an ordnance to hire falconers to deal with the pigeon problem.”

Chloe, however, had no such compulsions, as her shout from the class’ window pointed out. Thankfully, Ladybug intercepted the Akuma and Vorpika managed to explain Ramier that if pigeons could eat batteries and survive then they didn’t need much help.

“LILA! MY FOX! IT’S ME, DAE WOONG, AN-”

Vorpika landed on the newest Akuma villain.

“Surprised it took him so much to homage My Girlfriend Is a Nine-Tailed Fox(6)…” she commented as an increasingly irritated Ladybug arrived to purify this one too.

“I AM HOTCOCK007(7)! THE STAR TREK FAN CLUB WILL PAY FOR EXPELLING ME WHEN I ASKED WHERE THE LIGHTSABERS WERE!”

Ladybug used him to demonstrate she had a decent grasp of the one-two Vorpika had taught her.

“OUT! OUT OF MY HEAD! YOU AREN’T GETTING ME, OUT!”

The Akuma fled out of Marinette’s earring, leaving her classmates in stunned awe.

“Marinette… Sposame.” Lila said, the first to recover. Then she realized she had just proposed to Marinette and that word in Romanesco was close enough to standard Italian that she had likely understood it, and hit the desk with her forehead.

Papillon blinked, still surprised at what had just happened. A girl had just rejected an Akuma. He was already vaguely familiar with Adrien having a classmate that was defiantly optimistic, but that she would be able to reject an Akuma…

“Nathalie! I need to know everything available about Adrien’s classmate, the one defiantly optimistic!” he shouted.

Half an hour later, Gabriel, who had detransformed for a while, realized two things: first, he needed to get her with Adrien, just by personality and willpower she was worthy of her son and could manage to get him off that annoying crush on Ladybug of his; second, the lessons were ending and he needed to get back at the Akumatizations now. Then he smiled-the school had just been reached by exactly the individual he needed.

“Can’t believe some in the other classes blame you for Papillon…” Rose said to Lila as they walked the corridors.

“Got enough experience with people to know it’s better ignore them.” Lila replied. “You, on the other hand, have just as much experience with the butterfly, you know he won’t end anytime soon unless he gets scared off or something else provokes him.” Lila said to Rose as they were leaving the classroom. “And at the embassy you’ll be relatively safe until I get the ball rolling on those fashion disasters that are his Akuma outfits.”

“I doubt he’ll fall for it again.” Rose replied. “He hasn’t been reacting to Le Parisien’s Akuma Fashion Tips column for over a month now(8).”

Lila stopped in her tracks, wondering what was wrong with the Parisians. Sure, Romans like her weren’t exactly saints or too sane, but continuing to piss off a supervillain was a bit too much…

“Typical.” an adult feminine voice said.

Lila turned to the unexpected but familiar voice, and saw the one she expected: a tall and well-built woman with tanned skin and long platinum-blonde hair wearing a classic and stylish suit, her attitude and face expression giving an impression of calm professionalism… That was ruined by her hair being worn in long rabbit-like twin tails and her right hand holding an old Winchester Model 1897 shotgun (complete with M1917 bayonet).

“Good day, colonel Hartmann, I didn’t expect you here.” Lila said to the woman.

“Your father couldn’t come and I had the time, so here I am.” the newly identified colonel Hartmann said. “Also, didn’t I tell you to call me-”

Hartmann was interrupted by the shouts of some students pointing at the sky, and, looking up, saw an Akuma that alternatively tried to get her and go away, a never before seen behavior from Papillon’s tools. Then, much to everyone’s shock, the woman caught the Akuma with her shotgun’s bayonet, that immediately turned black as the gun itself.

“Bella lì, cravattone.” the colonel greeted him in Italian, completely unfazed by the situation. “Sono la colonnella T-Akuma problem solved.”

That had been said after the Akuma flew out of the shotgun, the white indicating Papillon himself had purified it-much to the shock of everyone there except Lila and the colonel.

“As I was saying, you should call me Leprotta when I’m off duty.” colonel Hartmann said to the girl. “Now excuse me, but with the terrorist scared off I’d like to go back at the embassy and shoot a few shells.”

“No problem, col-Leprotta, Leprotta, I need to remember that.” Lila replied. “Thanks for your help.”

The colonel got in a car and left before anyone could recover enough to ask what had just happened. Then Alya did that.

“Lila, WHAT?!” she asked the Italian girl.

“Her nickname means “little hare”, she said she got it during cross-training with the Tuscania parachute regiment of the Carabinieri.” Lila explained with a smile.

“THAT WOMAN TRIED TO GET HERSELF AKUMATIZED AND PAPILLON REFUSED!”

“Oh, that… You see, I’m not sure who noticed first and how did the news was diffused, but Papillon, not being suicidally stupid, won’t Akumatize people with certain mind troubles, such as legitimate psychos, serial killers, and soldiers with PTSD even if they’re pretty much Akuma magnets-so every ministry and every embassy in Paris has some personnel that qualifies, such as the colonel, to keep Papillon from sending Akumas there. Won’t keep already Akumatized villains from attacking, but it’s something. Oh, Rose… It’s not necessary for you to come at the embassy anymore, but feel free to visit anytime. Everyone, bye.”

With those words Lila left, leaving behind a very surprised student body.

“I suggest everyone goes home to get some rest like I’m about to do.” Marinette said, trying to keep her calm after the stressful afternoon. Then, suddenly, she chuckled: “And imagine how Papillon is taking the scare for a good laugh.”

“Took them long enough, don’t you think Nooroo?” Gabriel said to his Kwami as he was going back to his studio.

“As you say, master.” Nooroo replied neutrally, knowing his actual opinion wasn’t requested. “What will you do with them now?”

“Nothing different than what I do with everyone else-Papillon has been “scared off”, after all. Now you can go to your alcove, today’s events inspired me for a contest.”

“You should really enroll at the Omega, especially after today.” the Tiger suggested Lila on the phone.

“Mother won’t let me, not after Selah.” Lila replied, dejected, as she walked through the embassy. She really missed that activity.

“Even if I could prove it’s the place that calmed me down? With pictures?”

“Maybe she’ll accept. I really need proper venting… By the way, how are you?”

“Worry not, I’m invincible!”

Lila was about to reply when she got an SMS from her mother telling her to hurry up, and decided it was better move. That, and send a message to Sorano, the Tiger’s own best friend-they both knew that nearly unstoppable girl too well to not see through her attempt to make it seem she was OK, and the other girl was where she could drag her to a doctor. Then, as she received the expected pictures from her friend, she reached the apartment her family was currently living at in the embassy’s guesthouse, and got a news she had feared.

“We’re moving out.” her father explained. “I’ve found an apartment not too distant from your school… Or an interesting place, the Omega Apacheria.”

“We’ve already talked about that.” her mother said with a note of finality.

“About that place… The Tiger said it’s the place that calmed her down-for a given value of calming her down, of course, but before that she was a terror.” Lila said, showing the pictures from her phone-and then waiting for the answer.

“Very well-we’ll let you try. But if there’s a repeat of that incident, we’ll pull you out.” her mother said.

It was the best Lila could expect given the circumstances-and a good news, at least, a chance at relaxing. The more relaxed she was, the better was the chance to get Papillon… And free the group for other jobs, she supposed. The news coming out of Beijing were reminding her that the world really needed a few miracles even out of Paris…

Notes

(1)Not making this up: between 1871 and 1914, the streets of Paris were infested by gangs of hooligans that were just too numerous for the police to fight… So the Parisians, who already liked fighting enough that French folk wrestling was also known as Lutte Parisienne, imported the original form of Savate (that had been already absorbing some techniques from French folk wrestling due the matches between Savateurs and wrestlers), added as much of wrestling as they could, a few things from English boxing, swordfighting (with sticks), and a few tricks of dirty fighting, and started engaging the gangs themselves. And now you know why Nora had it so easy to rally the Parisians to rescue the heroes now that the jerk who had been terrorizing the city for about a year was finally in the open…

(2)China’s gendarmerie (as opposed to the fully civilian Public Security Bureaus), with authority in terrorism cases.

(3)Homage to a minor Spiderman villain. Both in and out of universe.

(4(Blame quicksilversquared and her story “Sleepy Supervillainry” (written before season 2) for this. I had to pay her homage… With permission, of course.

(5)Blame quicksilversquared for this one too-story is “Headcan(n)on”.

(6)A Korean drama about a guy who, in the modern day, frees a nine-tailed fox from her century-long imprisonement only to have her impose herself as his girlfriend.

(7)A little homage to the novel Ready Player One. If you read it you’ll see why I (and, in-story, Gabriel) named this Akuma villain after the character.

(8)Again with quicksilversquared-the story is “Fashion Disaster”.

#lilanette #miraculousladybug #Lila Rossi

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De Algemene Verwarring #65 - 24 January 2022

The sixty-fifth episode of De Algemene Verwarring was broadcast on Monday January 24, 2022, and you can listen to it by clicking on the Mixcloud widget below. And if that does not work, here’s the direct link to the Mixcloud page:

https://www.mixcloud.com/MedialabKortrijk/de-algemene-verwarring-65-24-januari-2022/

Pictured below is New Bums, the duo of Ben Chasny (from Six Organs Of Admittance, Comets On Fire, and more) and Donovan Quinn (from Skygreen Leopards). New Bums released a new album last year called “Last Time I Saw Grace”, and you should all buy it, but be aware, it can be very expensive. Apparently Drag City chose to make only a limited amount of records and that’s the reason why the record in most shops leaves a big hole in your wallet. Vinyl is getting more expensive again in general, and if you order them from abroad there’s also international shipping, another pain in the ass. Fortunately on most of the records that I buy, the music is great! That is also the case with this new New Bums record. I played a track from the album that is very Six Organs-ish, it will come as no surprise to Algemene Verwarring listeners that I am a big Ben Chasny fan, so that song immediately got my attention, but the whole record is pretty great and I’m gonna play more of it in future shows. New Bums are, along with Dutch band Lewsberg and a classic The Dream Syndicate track part of the “quiet guitars set” in this show, but a lot of the other tracks on this show are made for dancing: Naked Roommate! James White! US Girls! Tussle! The Klinik! Weiland! And also, to end things up, a great track from the Italians Do It Better compilation “After Dark” by Farah. And beneath the photo you can find the playlist for this show. Enjoy!

Playlist:

Glueams: Arsen (7” “Mental/365” on Static Age Records, 2018, originally released on Punk Rules Clan in 1979)

Contingent: Police Control (7” “Contingent” on Belgian Waffles Records, 2020, originally released on Contingent Records in 1980)

X-Pulsion: Heaven Only Knows (7” split X-Pulsion/Streets on No Good Records, 2015, originally released on Romantik Records in 1978)

Wire: Feed Me (7” Ahead/Feed Me” on Mute)

Algebra Suicide: Seven Song (LP “Still Life” on Dark Entries, 2019)

Naked Roommate: Repeat (LP “Do The Duvet” on Upset The Rhythm, 2020)

James White And The Blacks: Almost Black (LP “Off White” on Ze Records, 1979)

Tussle: Animal Cop (7” “You Can’t Hide Your Love Forever 2” on Geographic North, 2008)

US Girls: Slim Baby (Long Distance Dub” (LP 4 Way Split LP Slim Twig/Dirty Beaches/Ela Orleans/USGirls: “The Statement” on Clan Destine Records, 2012)

Lewsberg: Cold Light Of Day (LP “In This House”; Lewsberg Self Released, 2020)

The Dream Syndicate: The Days Of Wine And Roses (LP “The Days of Wine And Roses” on Rough Trade, 1982)

New Bums: Hermitage Song (LP “Last Time I Saw Grace” on Drag City Records)

Nocturnal Emissions: You Tempt Me (LP “Tissue Of Lies” on Mannequin Records, 2020, originally released on Sterile Records in 1981)

The Klinik: Voices (LP V/A “One Of A Number, Part Of A Whole” on Antler Records, 1987)

Weiland: Perruche (7” “Perruche” on Knotwilg Records, 2018)

Farah: Law Of Life (3XLP V/A “After Dark” on Italians Do It Better, 2008)

#radio show #de algemene verwarring #punk #post punk #dance #no wave #ebm #guitars #industrial #experimental music

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Everyone figured out what I had to say and what I was right about; those who didn't are determined to be wrong or evil anyway. And I was evil in trying to make everyone 'right.' I thought about 'character.' I pretended to have good character but never stuck to it. I wasn't manly either and never studied manliness. I didn't think about offering myself to a woman or loving a wife as Christ loved the Church; only 'making deals.' Later I thought investing in the younger generation would be better; and I was happy to 'downsize' myself. I do not know either why I believed everything was suddenly going to change after Covid Alpha. People still have secrets, holdings, ambitions, relationships, things which made them special, records, fellowship or lackthereof. I thought the Millennium was upon us; foolishly as well 'engaged every target' in job-hunting and wasn't ready and I didn't understand journalism either or things like whether NK, TW is a legitimate government in terms of God ordaining a government. I also didn't know how much of news was propaganda or not; I used to believe everything was lies or disblief was smart then believed everything in books. I didn't understand 'the game.' I loved Creation. 'Classic garden.' Why not train people well? All these well-made Koreans. Before KR I hated others and in KR 2012 hated myself or felt alone or IDK. It's a big country. These AmKor Twitter ppl, Korea small blah blah. IDK if they are even being sincere or just peddling cliches. I thought today, 'I am a failed Korean' - or 'failed to be a Korean.' For a while I thought everybody in the future wanted to be a Korean but I guess they wanted to watch the Olympics. The Midwest is full of farmland more than ever. Man is continuing to subdue the Earth, to be fruitful and multiply. I have no excuse for myself. What is the future? I didn't go to China so perhaps I do not know. I wonder whether people in the Midwest are still thinking, 'Sth's going to happen.' I have had too many options. I always thought that I could 'parlay this in to that.' I considered my CV as a series of changes or mutations. 'Seek thee first the Kingdom of God / and His righteousness'

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I don’t mind being assertive, I’m a Wilhelmina model

Ladies and gents, it’s time for the prerequisite “Shout the Bach’s name from the balcony” intro. “Becaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!”

We immediately jump in with the always charming Chris Harrison handing out the first group date card reading, “Ready for my big day.”

Clay, Nick, Chris, David, Jean Blanc, Jordan, Connor, and Lincoln cheese grin their way to meet Becca at a mansion with her in a (gorg) white dress. She let’s them know that she wants to pamper the men like she was on her first date with Arie... because that went well. The men drop trou and Becca is officially ready to get back in the game. She calls Lincoln a block of muscle. Jordan, while doing the “pensive”, let’s her know that he is a male model, and that the largest tip he could give her any day is to put the confidence on in the morning before her panty hose. Not sure who’s wearing panty hose these days (besides my mom - hi, Kath!), but now we know.

The men roll out in their tuxes, to the poor man’s version of a Survivor obstacle course and are greeted by the poor man’s version of Ashton and Mila - Rachel and “not-Peter”, Bryan. They’re there to help host “Groomsday”, and they warn they will have to get dirtay.

In order to see if the men have what it takes to be marriage material, they will go through a strange obstacle course complete with standing in a cold tub of water and eating cake without their hands. Rachel (dirty, dirty girl) shouts it’s important to see, “what that mouth do.” Connor gets the largest kick out of it, as he sends it to Barstool.

Lincoln is in it to win it to reach his “beautiful princess” Becca. He is cheating. He is cheating blatantly. But, there are no rule keepers, this is the f’ing Bach. Well, there are no rule keepers except for tattle tale Chris who knows that he got in the bucket after him and left before him.

In a really messy battle for the finishline, Lincoln beats out Chicken David. He gets to plant a kiss on Becca and they take their wedding day picture. Seems innocent enough. If only it was.

Chris Harrison let’s them all know that EVERYONE will be able to attend the rest of the group date. Ya hear that Krystal.

So the men all convene at a round couch, and Lincoln steals his “wife” immediately as they “just got married”. He says something like, “she would only get the best from him when she gives her best and that makes them the best and he wants nothing more for her than the best.” Becca goes, “Hmmm, well that’s nice, I have something for you.” Thinking it’s the rose, Lincoln sits up all ready for Santa to come down the chimney. Instead, Becca brings a photo from their wedding day. It’s cute and Lincoln is very excited.

Lincoln returns to the men a smitten kitten and shares something about unicorns and Pegasus and a pot of gold, and prominently displays his prized possession, his photo of the two of them.

Connor is NOT having this. He thinks it’s a slap in the face that he would put this picture out. Bro, needs to chill a bit, but Lincoln is weird and being extra,

Meanwhile, Becca is bonding with the men.

Chris woos her in telling her that he wants to treat her the way he treats his mom and sister. David wants to be pushed intellectually and she couldn’t agree more. Clay is here for her and he wants her to get to know the real him.

Back at the couch, Lincoln is now kissing the picture of him and Becca. Connor throws it. Lincoln picks it up. Connor finally opens the door and frisbees it into the pool.

Lincoln, just a little dramatically, proclaims that his heart is broken. He starts to tear up, he was looking forward to sharing this with his mom. Picturegate has begun.

Back in the private lounge our Jean Blanc must be spraying some special, soothing scents onto Miss Becca. He lets her know that she is the missing part of his life and that she makes him feel so special. He takes all the courage from his ck one spritz, and tells her the only thing more beautiful than her smile is her lips. They smooch.

Before Becca can make it back to the other men, she is stopped by Lincoln. He lets her know that, not only did he lose his beloved picture, but he feels threatened physically. what.is.going.on

Becca pulls Connor aside on what has become a date in a pre-school. She is over it. She wonders if Connor is a roid-rager slash if this is his regular reaction. He agrees that it was way over the top. She said she’ll take some time to think about it, but it’s probably not the best time to get to know one another.

Becca gathers them all together and says it had definitely been an interesting and revealing night. Jean Blanc gets the group date rose. He tells her to pin it on the leather, “he don’t even care.” He’s so excited, it’s v. cute.

It’s time for Blake’s one on one date.

He’s pumped that he gets to roll out in a limo instead of on an ox. Small pleasures.

Becca fills him in that she has no idea what they’ll be doing as Chris Harrison planned this one. They get to the area that is a “little run down” and see Chris with a sledgehammer waiting for them. They’re asked to put on little work jumpers (Becca’s complete with a belt from Charming Charlie), helmets and Tims. Then, they’re both given their own sledgehammers.

They go inside and “TURN DOWN FOR WHAT?!”

This is where everything from Arie’s season went to die. Chris and, um what?!? Lil Jon let them know that they’re gonna get to destroy everything in the room. Immediately Becca climbs that racecar and smashes in the windows. This is FABULOUS.

Carrie Underwood would be proud.

I have zero idea why Lil Jon is there, but am so VERY happy that Blake is a “huge fan of his”. Sure you are Blakey boy.

The two of them proceed to make the whitest rap video ever, and Blake is so happy to see Becca so happy. I am cheese grinning my way through watching it.

Post wrecking crew, they sit down to dinner. They’re ridiculously comfortable with each other for just the first date. Blake shares his heartbreak over his most recent relationship where he thought he was with the one. In positive news, he said it was worth it, because now he knows what he wants, and knows that he is capable of loving like that. Becca empathizes. I am having a hard and fast therapy session with both of them. Through the pain, they have found so much strength that they never knew was in there. I’m not crying, you’re crying.

Blake clearly gets the rose, and states to the camera: “I have no idea how Arie let her go.” I love him.

It’s time for the second group date of the week... “Love comes at you hard and fast.”

Well it comes hard and fast, except for poor Jason and Mike who are the only dateless men of the week.

The men for Group date #2 (Alex, Christon, Colton, Garrett, John, Leo, Rickey, Ryan, Trent, and Wills), board a school bus and head to a gym where they are greeted with some fabulous, tyrannical child actors.

Becca, in her 24387948th metallic outfit of the season, informs that the men that they are going to be playing some good old-fashioned dodgeball. But first, these children will warm them up a la suicides (can we call them that anymore?!?) and pelting them with 70 mph dodgeballs; all while calling them TRASHHHHHH and somehow still making fun of Arie. These kids are amaze.

They get set for the game, and the team with Becca all make the wise choice to hide behind her. However, Christon don’t give a F and proceeds to belt Becca a number of times. Spoiler alert: this doesn’t work out well for him in the end.

The men and Becca then move on to skyzone, where they’re to play a large game of trampoline dodgeball in front of a v. confused crowd, Chris Harrison, and Fred Willard. Why tho?

Poor, pretty haired Leo is flying through the air and is in all his stuntman glory. However, the rest of his team, complete with a former pro football player, suck to high heavens. He is continually the only man left standing. After three rounds, the green team wins and gets a trophy.

In probably his only soundbite of the season, Alex snarkly asks if it’s cool to display the trophy to the pink team. Somewhere back at the ranch, Lincoln is crying again.

Becca gets her alone time with the men. Garrett and her dork out together, Leo gets a little romantical, and she compliments Wills style while he almost tears up talking about his parents’ 50th anniversary coming up. They share a kiss, and I think he kind’ve gave her his varsity jacket.

But, it wouldn’t be a group date without a bombshell.

Pretty boy Colton fesses up that he had a former relationship with Weiner, Arkansas Tia. Becca is visibly shook and doesn’t really know what to think. Did he come on the Bach hoping it would actually be Tia? Is he a fame whore? Is he a whore?

So many questions.

In the end, she gives the group date Rose to Wills and his uneven scruff. He’s happy, and Colton is nervous he’s gonna get the boot.

It’s time for the cocktail hour, and Becca is trying to not question what the f is wrong with all of these dudes. She said she’s a lot more emotional than she thought she would be.

Clay pulls her outside to show her how he would celebrate scoring a touchdown. Somehow he makes this boring, but he does score a kiss. Me, and all of America, can name at least 10 other tight ends we would rather see on this show right now. I’m looking at you, Gronk.

Venmo John pulls her aside and they make out. Connor puts his tail between his legs and gives her a picture of him. It breaks the ice and i think they’re cool now.

Chicken David is having what seems like a decently lovely conversation when Jordan decides it’s time to parade around in his undies and a pink furry blankie. Jordan interrupts and Becca is questioning Jordan. Is this a joke?

Post convo, Chicken David confronts Jordan and stutters when telling him he was being disingenuous. Jordan chooses this time to not only correct him, but to inform David that he’s the one being in-genuine-titty.

For the record, Jordan would also like everyone to know that he doesn’t want to be misrepresented as 007 all the time. He likes to live life on the edge, but while doing so he likes to have well kept hair. He’s multi-dimensional. He doesn’t mind being assertive, he is in FACT a Wilhelmina model. And he’d like to think he’d score a little higher than a typical male model on “that” test.

So, he wouldn’t light the cig at the gas station while sipping on his orange mocha frappuccino? You be the judge.

Before handing out the roses, Becca lets Colton know that she needs more clarity before getting to know him further. She has to think a bit. Colton is scared he’s going home. Obvs, he would NEVER, well not until we can get Tia to come on a date and make this some good tv.

At the rose ceremony we say good-bye to Alex (and that SUPER sad tearful good-bye), Christon (that’s what you get for pelting her with a dodgeball), Rickey and Trent.

Power Rankings

1 - Blake (+2) - Solid connection, I heart him

2 - Wills (+2) - There’s something there... he’s chill, and a fab dresser

3 - Garrett (-2) - Dropping for air time and his scandalous likes on the gram

4 - Jean Blanc (+9) - Coming in hot and smelling good too

5 - Chris (+10) - Coming back hot from being the tattle tale in Episode 1

6 - Leo (+6) - Thiiiiis close to getting the group date rose this week

7 - Colton (-5) - Bringing the drama with the Tia card, and yet still having a v-card? There’s no way he’s going anywhere soon.

8 - Jason (+1) - No date, but played it calm and cool

9 - Lincoln (-3) - I mean, they got married, but I want him to go

10 - Jordan (+1) - Literally, NOTHING in common, but I’ll keep him for his confidence and commentary

11 - Clay (-4) - Yawning

12 - John (-2) - Cashed in on a make-out... I’m impressed

13 - David (-5) - He’s geeky, but trying

14 - Mike (+5) - Tim Riggins is due for some time next week

15 - Connor (+1) - picturegate is over?!?!

16 - Nick (+5) - Hanging in the background

17 - Ryan (-) - Get your banjo out and play it man!

#bachelorette #thebachelorette #becca #beccakufrin #chrisharrison #bachelorabc #bacheloretteabc

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pxiao · 7 years

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Fate/Arc-V chapter 1

The Holy Grail War is a ritual famous throughout the magical world. But due to the last’s war unique ending, the next war starts as the seven masters and their servants fight for a single wish

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January 16th 7:00 am

As the sun rose over Fuyuki city, a pitch black stretch limo drove down the main street. Inside the car sat four with two girls sitting opposite to a boy in the back as a large burly man with a eyepatch drove the car.

“According to our research on Fuyuki, the city is in many ways a very particular city and at the same time paradoxically it was like any other Japanese city. The city hosts the Holy Grail War due to being a miraculous location where the leylines, veins where the mana of the planet flows, “ a blond girl in her late teens said.

“I know what the leylines are!” a younger blue haired girl with a bright yellow bow in her hair yelled.

“I’m sure they put it down just in case Serena.” The older girl sweetly reassured with an awkward smile.

“Or they think you’re an idiot. Personally I prefer the second option.” A boy that looked around Serena’s age with purple and pink hair and large eyebrows sarcastically added.

“hahaha. You do realize that I can make you commit suicide with these?” Serena calmly stated as she rose her right arm which had two concurrent circles with a dot in the very center, looking like the moon as the bracelet that also resembled a moon with a large blue gem on her arm jingled.

“And prove you’re an idiot. Do that and you lose the war.” The boy calmly retorted.

“Enough, enough. You two need to work together if we want to win the war.” The older voice said as she tried to calm the two fighting.

“Do I really need him? He’s an assassin, the weakest servant in the war! I could win this war myself!” Serena yelled.

“Well you did summon me without an artifact so what does that say about you?” Assassin chimed in causing Serena’s face to go bright red.

“You ..!” Serena started to yell.

“It means that you’re strong.” Assassin said with a smug smile making Serena go silent. “You were able to summon me after all.” He continued as Serena’s face went red again.

“Ahem, well you certainly have a way with words, are you trying make my cousin to fall for you?” The older voice jokingly asked.

“Stop, you’re making me sick!” Serena rebutted her older cousin.

“But I did give you your first kiss. Kinda” Assassin joked.

Serena’s face lost all expression as she moved to punch him in the face as she remembered him kissing his finger and then placing said finger on her lips. But just before her fist connected, Asuka grabbed her from behind and pulled her away from Assassin.

“LET GO OF ME! HE DESERVES TO GET HIT!” Serena yelled as she flailed around to escape Asuka’s hold as Assassin smiled.

“Remember what he can do! A single punch and it’ll be the end of you!” Asuka yelled as pulled her cousin back.

“The pseudo-kiss was just for fun, don’t go crazy here.” Assassin said with a sneer.

“How is that fun?!” Serena yelled with a deep blush.

“Your reaction” Assassin happily stated.

Serena went silent in response and simply stopped struggling. Asuka in response released her as she moved her and her cousin away from the servant.

Assassin having lost interest in the cousins, moved his attention to the window as he saw the citizens of Fuyuki living their lives. “Hey Asuka what does the rest of the research say about this city.” He asked as he continued to gaze over the city.

“Well due to the city being in a special location, the Holy Grail can easily absorb the mana from the earth. But despite that the city’s apparently pretty normal. Many that lived in the city and the few travelers that visited, have trouble explaining the city’s distinct character due to a lack of one.” Asuka stated as she raised her eyebrow at the last sentence she read.

“Huh? Did those geezers really write that this city has no distinctive character?” Assassin asked.

“apparently …..” Asuka said as she reread the information the elders gave her.

“If the heads of the Rhodes family wrote it, then it must be true.” A deep voice boomed from the driver’s seat.

“If I wanted your opinion, I would have asked for it Barrett!” Serena yelled in response.

“Do you really have to be so rude? Barrett, she didn’t mean it.” She quickly yelled.

“Yes I did!” Serena yelled back.

“Serena!” Asuka scolded.

“Well as interesting as this little family drama is, keep your eye on the road, Barrett. Why we let the guy with a single eye drive still confuses me. Anyway continue Asuka.” Assassin stated.

Asuka sighed before continuing, “To everyone else, Fuyuki is a run of the mill city with the exception of every 60 years when huge tragedies strike the city. Of course those times were when the Holy Grail Wars were held.

“Wait 60 years? But the last war was only a decade ago.” Serena asked.

“according to the elders, something happened during the last war just before the winning team could make their wish. And so the grail’s mana wasn’t fully exhausted thus the short time difference between the last war and this war.” Asuka answered.

“Seriously? They had the grail in their hands and lost it? How pathetic” Serena said with a smug smile.

“Serena! Don’t say that!” Asuka yelled.

“Why? Because it’s rude?” Serena replied with a sneer.

“Nah, it makes you look conceited. ….. Well more conceited.” Assassin added.

“What did you say?” Serena yelled.

“This war has been going on for a century and yet there hasn’t been a single winner. Even incompetence has limits, don’t you agree? This means the Holy Grail War is incredibly dangerous so what makes you think a greenhorn like you can win so easily?” Assassin said as he looked at his master.

Serena’s eyes widen at her servant’s unusual attitude and could only keep quiet as she tried to rebut him before she finally opened her mouth, “whether or not this war is dangerous or even impossible to win, doesn’t matter. I will win, no matter the odds, even if I have to do it alone.” Serena glared straight in Assassin’s eyes as she said this, testing her servant’s resolve.

Assassin smiled in response and said, “As expected of the mage that summoned me. “

“what?” Serena said with a red face.

“I joined this war to win and I don’t need my master to be a spoiled brat that thinks the war will be a cakewalk and then gives up when faced with reality. But you are a master worthy of me” Assassin said as he gave a smug smile.

“Too bad, you aren’t a servant worthy of me though.” Serena replied back with a faint blush on her cheeks and a smile on her face.

Asuka could only sigh as she wondered if her cousin and servant were getting along, doing their best to annoy each other or possibly both at the same time. Luckily for her, the rest of the ride was quiet as both Serena and Assassin were engrossed in the everyday life of Fuyuki outside their car. After nearly an hour of travel, they soon reached a large church on the top of a hill.

“I still don’t see the point of visiting the church. They’re our enemy, aren’t they?” Serena asked as Barrett opened the door for her.

“That’s the point, apparently the first few wars were too …. well murdery and thus the church was brought in as an impartial judge as they’re the Mage Association’s enemies.” Asuka informed.

“Wait enemies? Are you guys sinners? I KNEW IT!” Assassin yelled as he pointed at Serena.

“Says the person whose job was a hired gun.” Serena rebutted.

“what makes you say that?” Assassin said with a confused looked on his face.

“You were summoned into the Assassin class, you dumbass!” Serena yelled which made her servant laugh.

“Miss. Serena, you shouldn’t be yelling.” Barrett said.

“SHUT UP!” Serena yelled even louder.

“Serena keep yelling like that and we’ll gather a crowd.” Asuka gently reminded.

“Fine.” Serena grimaced as Assassin started to point and laugh at her.

“Anyway, we’re here to learn the official rules as it’s the first time that our family is participating and its better we learn the rules and what loopholes we can abuse.” Asuka quickly stated to in the hopes of stopping another argument between her cousin and her servant from starting.

“Well this place looks pleasant, you know if you’re a serial killer.” Assassin mocked as he saw how large and empty the church looked.

“You must love it then.” Serena fired back.

“I see why you have no friends” Assassin stoically said.

“Who needs incompetent fools hanging around me?” Serena replied.

“birds of a feather?” Assassin said with a smile.

“I did summon you without an artifact, what does that mean about you?” Serena added with an incredibly smug smile.

“touche” Assassin begrudging stated.

Asuka felt a migraine as she heard the two of them argue, she wasn’t sure if they hated each other or were becoming friends. “Assassin, you have to stay behind.” Asuka stated.

“Huh? Why?” Assassin asked.

“Guidelines. The Church is the impartial judge, bringing our servant could be seen as treason and make us the target of the rest of the teams before the war even starts.” Asuka informed.

Serena looked at Assassin and Asuka for a few seconds before saying, “Assassin, you’re coming with us.”

“Did you not hear anything I said?!” Asuka started to yell.

“Of course I did. Instead of looking for the other servants, they come looking for me. Seems like the perfect set up.” Serena said as her smile started to look predatory.

“That’s crazy. I love it!” Assassin yelled.

“Miss. Serena, I believe it’s wise to listen to Miss. Asuka. As powerful as you two are, it would be unwise to paint a target on your back. It leaves you unable to rest which will lead to our defeat.” Barrett suggested.

“Do you truly think so lowly of me Barrett?” Serena glared in response.

“I would never!” Barrett yelled.

“Oh”

“Just no matter how powerful someone is, overwhelming numbers will prove to be too much if we don’t have enough rest.” Barrett advised.

“Only those too weak will fall due to numbers. I have no need for advice of defeated dogs, Barrett.” Serena scolded as her eyes became empty.

Everything grew silent as Asuka could only look in shock as the group looked in shock.

Assassin stared at his master’s cold face as his own stare slowly turned colder as well. “I change my mind. I’ll stay here.” He instantly stated.

“What?!” Serena said with her voice filled with malice.

“While I agree with your assessment master, I don’t really like how you go about it. Thus I’ll stay here.” Assassin stated.

“I can force you.” Serena stated as she again raised her right arm as her bracelet jingled.

“And waste a command seal to make me enter a building that’s a few meters away? Is that really wise?” Assassin sarcastically added.

Serena gritting her teeth as she glared at her servant as her fists started to shake. After a few moments, she faced the church and quietly walked towards it as Barrett quickly followed her.

“Thank you, Assassin.” Asuka quickly said.

“For what, I just said what need to be said. As hypocritical as it is, I hate the arrogance my master showed and so I wanted to crush it.“ Assassin said as he looked in the distance.

Asuka stared at Assassin as she wondered if her cousin was going to be safe. But she was pulled out of her thoughts when she heard yelling coming from the church. She quickly ran into the church as she saw Serena glaring while Barrett stood behind her. Asuka followed Serena’s gaze to see a bald man wearing a priest’s robe who was staring blankly at Serena’s face.

Asuka not liking his expression, quickly coughed and asked, “excuse me but this is where to find the judge for the upcoming event.”

The priest was shaken from daze and stared at Asuka in confusion. Asuka briefly wondered if they had went to the wrong church or if the priest was a good actor.

Asuka said, “Serena show him your arm.”

“To this lecher?” Serena refused.

“A simple show of your hand and we could get the information we need” Asuka reasoned.

Serena gritted her teeth as she rose her right arm, which showed her command seals.

The priest’s eyes widened once he saw the seals and gave a calm smile. “So you are masters for the upcoming Holy Grail War I see. Well that explains why you came here, sadly we don’t get too many visitors.”

“Considering your manners, not that shocking.” Serena stated in response.

“Sorry about my cousin, she’s a bit proud.” Asuka apologized.

“Hahaha. Well for mages, pride is very important. So what bring you here?” The priest calmly replied.

“well this is our first Grail war and we would like to know the official rules for the war.”

“I see, I see. True better to know the limits of what you can do before you are branded an enemy.” The priest said as his right hand touched his chin. “Well to start the Holy Grail War is meant summon the Holy Grail but we ..”

“I know already.” Serena interrupted.

“Oh” the priest nonchalantly answered.

“The Holy Grail that we’re fighting for isn’t the Holy Grail that caught Christ’s blood but instead an omnipotent wish-granting device that will only manifest after six servants have been defeated.”

“True. But what are the servants themselves?” the priest asked with a smile.

“Heroic spirits that have passed on but have been recorded by the earth themselves.” Serena said with glare.

“Correct. How to summon them then?” the priest asked again.

“There is a ritual to summon them. Usually you would use an artifact connected to the hero you wish to summon. But if a master doesn’t have an artifact or their family doesn’t allow them to use the artifact, the grail will summon a hero with similar traits to the master.” Serena then grimaced as she pictured Assassin sneering.

While the priest kept the same happy expression after hearing Serena’s knowledge, Asuka’s expression instead soured.

“You are well informed.” The priest happily said.

“Then talk, that’s all I know.” Serena curtly said.

“Of course, of course” The priest said with the same smiling expression. “The Holy Grail War is battle where seven servants are summoned to Fuyuki and fight to the death along with the seven masters that summoned them. Each servant is summoned into a specific class that has its own benefits and disadvantages. There are only seven classes and in each other war, only one member of each class can be summoned. Saber, Archer, Lancer, Caster, Rider, Assassin and Berserker. As you said before the grail will only appear after six servants have been killed and the winning master and servant get to each use the Holy Grail for one wish.” The priest said as he looked around. “So have you summoned your servant yet? Only the Caster and Rider servants can still be summoned.”

“Yes, we have summoned our servant. He’s waiting outside.” Asuka stated as Serena’s expression worsen as she remembered her servant’s defiance.

“That’s good, a servant stepping foot inside the church could be seen as a revolt and I have the authority target you.” The priest said in a dissonantly cheerful tone.

“I see so you can direct the war to eliminate a single team?” Asuka asked.

“If I feel that a certain team is more interested in death, destruction or pure suffering than the grail then yes, I have that right.”

“Are there any other rules?”

“One more. In the case, a servant is killed but the master is still alive. The defeated master can run to this church and will be safeguarded.”

“Safeguarded?” Serena asked.

“They will be protected for the remainder of the war.” The priest clarified.

“So the coward’s way.” Serena scoffed.

“Is that all for your questions?” The priest ignored Serena.

“When does the war start?” Asuka asked.

“When all seven servants are summoned. I’m not sure about the timetable, but I suspect very soon.”

“I see, thank you.” Asuka said with a smile as Serena and Barrett started to leave.

In a few moments time, Asuka, Serena and Barrett had quickly exited the church and just as they did the priest’s smile turned into a frown.

“Edo” The priest called

“Professor!” a young man with silver hair behind the priest yelled.

“Follow the group that just asked questions. And send periodic reports of what you find” The professor ordered.

“Of course.” Edo reported as he quickly disappeared.

“Why does Edo get to have all the fun?” a slim silver haired girl whined.

“It’s the professor’s order, don’t whine Grace.” A gold haired girl with the same face scolded.

“Thank you Gloria. But don’t worry Grace, soon you two will have your own missions to do.” The Professor stoically stated.

“But why that group? I mean another group came to ask for questions too right?” Grace asked.

“Because this group is special.” The professor smiled as he cupped his hands together. “After all, how likely do you find a younger version of your dead daughter in front of you? Is this your doing, Ray?” He thought.

January 16th 9:00 pm

As the old fashioned clock stuck nine, a pink haired girl sitting near said clock felt her heart drop.

“Yuzu, it’s time.” A man with two different shades of red hair said as he wore a red blazer.

“Thanks, dad.” Yuzu said with a smile as she pushed her anxiety to the back of her mind.

As she got up from her seat, her father looked at her with a conflicted expression before finally saying, “Yuzu, you don’t have to fight in this war!”

Yuzu’s eyes widen as she saw how desperate her father was.

“Shuzou is right, you know.” A blond older woman appeared behind Yuzu’s father.

“Mrs. Sakaki?” Yuzu said.

“Call me Yoko please, Yuzu” Yoko said in a warm tone which caused Yuzu to smile a bit. “We really do appreciate that you want to fight for the You Show School but this is the Holy Grail War. You could die.”

“I’m the school’s first student. I can’t back down when I was given the chance to defend our beliefs!” Yuzu argued.

“But you could die!” Her father argued with even more desperation.

“If Mr. Sakaki didn’t take me in when my powers were going haywire, I might already by dead.”

“Yuzu, I helped you because I wanted to help, not because I expected something from you.” An older man in a bright red suit, and top hat with green hair spoke.

“Master.” Yuzu said.

“Call me Yusho please, Yuzu. If you’re scared, you can quit. You’re just a child Yuzu.” Yusho warmly said.

Yuzu lowered her head and stated, “Child or not. I was chosen for this war. I have to see it through.”

“Like my husband said, you’re only a child. It’s too much to ask you to risk your life when you’re still so young” Yoko regretfully said.

Yuzu smiled as she looked at her dad, Mr. and Mrs. Sakaki worrying over her before looking at her right hand. “Thank you for the concern, but no matter the reason, I was given a chance to gain the strength to help people. If I ignored this chance because of fear, I couldn’t live with myself.”

Yusho, Yoko and Shuzuo looked at themselves before Yusho sighed. “If you’re sure Yuzu, I’ll allow it. But please be careful.” Yusho said with worry.

“Thank you Mr. Sakaki.” Yuzu said with a smile.

“We’ll go down to prepare the ritual. Yuzu come down when you’re ready.” Yusho stated before he went downstairs as Yoko and Shuzuo reluctantly left.

As soon as the adults left, Yuzu could feel her legs starting to shake. She gritted her teeth as she attempted to force her legs to stop before they just gave way and she fell on backwards on the chair behind her. As her frustration rose, Yuzu once again looked at her right hand as her bracelet jingled. She could feel a chuckle rising as she saw her command seals resembled a flower, with two of the seals twisting to resemble petals as the final seal was a circle that resembled the center, just like the jewels on her bracelet. As she looked at her hand, the same question appeared in her head again, no matter how many times she tried to force them down. Why was she chosen, she wasn’t particularly talented, didn’t come from an established family, and she didn’t even have a family crest! So why would the grail chose someone like her to be a master? As Yuzu let her doubts swallow her mind, she felt a strong hand on her shoulder that brought her back to reality.

“Yuzu, are you ok?” a rather tall young man asked as he looked concerned.

Yuzu gave a small smile as she looked up to her old friend Gongenzaka. “I’m fine. Thanks”

“You sure? You look a bit sick.”

“I’m fine.”

“Well, that’s good. I’m still pretty new to this whole magic world thing.” Gongenzaka said with a smile.

“I still have no idea why you decided to come here. I mean you just found out about magic but you decided to follow us from Maiami to Fuyuki.” Yuzu said.

“Well from what I know, the magic world is dangerous and I couldn’t live with myself if you got hurt when I could have helped.” Gongenzaka said with a smile.

After hearing her friend’s statement, Yuzu smiled in return as she felt a bit of unease crawling into her heart. “Gongenzaka, you’re the best friend a girl could have. Thank you.” She thanked.

“No problem. Also Mr. Sakaki is asking if you’re ready.”

“Yeah just give me a minute ok.” Yuzu answered as her anxiety returned.

Gongenzaka nodded his head as he walked towards the basement.

As soon as Gongenzaka was out of sight, Yuzu used her hands to slap her cheeks hard enough for an audible clap could be heard. Yuzu then calmed her heart as she walked down stairs connected to the basement as she thought, “even if I have no idea why I was chosen, it doesn’t matter. I was given a chance to make a difference and that’s all that matters.”

As Yuzu took the final step, she saw that whole basement was illuminated in a bright red glow. She looked around and saw a bright red magical circle on the ground glowing with Yusho standing in front of the circle.

“Yuzu, welcome.” Yusho said as he extended his hand towards her.

“Mr. Sakaki is this the summoning ritual?”

“Indeed it is. Though I’ve shortened it a bit so it doesn’t take an hour and we don’t have to use chicken’s blood.” Yusho said with a smile.

“Chicken’s blood?” Yuzu asked, shocked.

“I wouldn’t want to forcibly change you into a vegetarian when you’re so young, Yuzu” Yusho joked which made Yuzu crack a smile. “Jokes aside, have you remembered the chant I gave you this morning?”

“Yes.” Yuzu answered.

“Then when you’re ready, step inside the circle and repeat the chant.”

Yuzu looked down at the circle and took a huge breath. She then stepped inside and placed her hands over her heart as she started to chant. “From time long since passed and far into the future, I beg of you to hear my cry. Heroes that have lived like legends, heroes that have fought to defend humanity, heroes that died with regrets, join me!” As Yuzu chanted, she couldn’t help but feel an odd sense of déjà vu which she quickly ignored it as she continued. “Through a miracle, appear in front me for now so we can achieve victory. Let air fill your lungs again, let light enter your eyes, sound flood your ears. Revive so we can make our dreams come true, so we can take the HOLY GRAIL!” Once Yuzu finished, the circle’s light intensified till only red could be seen. For a few seconds the red light covered everything till it disappeared as a loud noise came from above them.

Opening her eyes, Yuzu looked around for her servant but only saw Yusho and Gongenzaka with her, her heart raced as she feared that she had failed. But just as she was about to apologize, she could hear a man’s yell from above.

“Yuzu! Yusho! Come up here!” Her father yelled.

Hearing Shuzuo’s voice, the three of them raced up the stairs to. After a few seconds of, they kicked down the door in front of them and entered the living room where Shuzuo’s voice was heard. They looked in shock as they saw the living room was completely trashed with a small hand sticking out of the mess, waving.

“Dad where are you?!” Yuzu yelled in desperation

“oh right here.” Her father nonchalantly said behind her.

Yuzu turned to face him and gave him a hug. “Dad, are you ok?!”

“Oh I’m fine.”

“Then why did you scream?”

“I mean look at this mess!”

Yuzu felt her eyes twitch as she heard her father and pulled out her trusty fan and hit her father over the head hard enough that a robust whack could be heard clearly.

“Ow what was that for?!” Shuzuo yelled as he rubbed the spot his head was hit.

“Don’t scare me! I thought something happened!” Yuzu yelled.

“Sorry, about that” Shuzuo apologized.

“Where’s Yoko?” Yusho asked.

“She went to get a broom.”

“Excuse me guys, could you help me? I think I’m suffocating” A young and kind voice rang out.

The four of them slowly turned their heads to the hand in the mess and saw it was waving intensely. They quickly ran over and started digging the hand out. After a few minutes, they were able to free the servant and saw that he was a teenage boy around Yuzu’s age with red and green hair and wearing a rather flashy pendulum.

“Are you ok? Yuzu asked as the servant was coughing.

“yeah, I’m fin...” The servant’s eyes widened as he stopped talking once he saw Yuzu’s face.

A few moments passed as the servant kept silent as he looked over Gogenzaka, Yusho, Shuzuo and Yuzu’s faces.

“Excuse me but is something wrong?” Yuzu asked.

“Huh?” the servant said as he was dragged into reality. “no, just I wasn’t expecting my master to be so pretty.” The servant said with a smile.

“pretty?” Yuzu could feel her face blush as she heard it.

“PRETTY?!” Shuzuo repeated with more rage.

“Wait, how did you know that Yuzu was your master?” Yusho asked.

The servant gave a questioning look and nonchalantly answered, “Why would I doubt it? I can feel her mana through the pass connecting us. I can tell she’s a powerful mage from that.” The servant finished with a smile which caused Yuzu to blush harder, Gongenzaka and Yusho to give an amused smile and Shuzuo to grind his teeth.

“Ok I’m back, Shuzuo, lets clean this.” Yoko said with a broom in hand. She stopped in her tracks when she saw the red and green haired boy sitting on the ground.

The servant saw the blond woman and gave a quick wave as he smiled. Yoko instantly dropped the broom and ran up to the servant and hugged him tight.

“Who is this? He’s so cute!” Yoko squeed.

“I’m the servant that Yuzu summoned. I’m a caster.” Caster said as he found it hard to breath.

“Yoko, we just saved him from suffocating, I don’t think he needs a repeat experience.” Yusho lightly said as he saw Caster was turning blue.

Yoko reluctantly let Caster go as he took a huge breath of air.

“Thanks. Mr ….” Caster politely said

“Mr. Sakaki, but you can call me Yusho.” Yusho stated with a smile. “This is my wife Yoko. The currently blushing girl is Yuzu, your master.”

Shuzuo quickly jumped in front of Caster and stated, “And I’m her father! And you can’t HAVE HER!”

Before Shuzuo even noticed, Yuzu she readied her fan as a dark red aura surrounded her. In a fraction of a second, Shuzuo was on the ground with a huge bump as Yuzu stood over her overprotective father.

“Dad! And what makes you think I even like him!” Yuzu yelled.

“You don’t? But I already like you a lot!” Caster said.

“what?!!!” Yuzu and her father both screamed which caused Caster to chuckle.

“You’re messing with me aren’t you?” Yuzu asked.

“A bit.” Caster said with a smile.

Before Caster realized it, his head was facing down with small tears in his eyes after Yuzu hit his head with her fan.

“Ok I kinda deserved that.” Caster laughed as he rubbed the spot Yuzu hit as Yuzu fumed.

“Well if you’re done messing with my best friend, I’m the manly Gongenzaka” Gongenzaka said as he extended his hand towards Caster.

“I’m Caster.” Caster said as he grabbed Gongenzaka’s hand.

“I’m leaving my best friend’s protection to you”

Caster’s eyes widened before his entire demeanor became more serious, “I’ll make sure that nothing happens to her.”

“Thank you.”

Yuzu coughed hoping to change the mood, “So Caster, is it too much to tell us about yourself.”

“Of course not. My true name is Yuya, I don’t mind if you call me that but please do it in private. I’m a mage specializing in fire.” Caster said with a smile.

“Yuya? I’m sorry, but I don’t think I’ve heard of you” Yuzu said.

Caster did a small chuckle. “Don’t worry, I doubt you would I was kinda a nobody in life. I’m honestly shocked that Gaia chose me to be a heroic servant. But don’t worry, I’m pretty strong and I’ll ensure that we’ll win!”

“Thank you.” Yuzu said with a smile which caused Caster to return it.

“What about your wish?” Yusho asked.

“If it’s not too much to ask but could I keep that a secret.”

“It’s fine but you’re not going to wish for the end of humanity or something are you?” Yuzu asked.

“Of course not! Just my wish is kinda personal so .. It’s just a bit embarrassing.” Caster said.

“Well I guess it fine then.” Yuzu said.

She then looked over the mess they called a living room and sighed.

“I’ll clean it up.” Caster offered.

“Huh?” Yuzu said.

“Well I did make the mess and I am the familiar.”

“But I messed up the summon and had you land in the living room. So I should clean it.” Yuzu offered.

“But you’re my master. I don’t want to make trouble for you.”

“As my servant, you should listen to me and I say I should clean this.”

“But still!”

As Caster and Yuzu argued over who was going to clean the mess up, Gongenzaka, Yusho and Yoko watched over them with amused smiles, while Shuzuo looked like he was about to explode.

“ENOUGH! I’ll clean this up! SO stop the ROMCOM TALK!” Shuzuo yelled with all his might.

“but!” Caster rebutted

“How about everyone cleans this mess up. This mess is a bit too big for just two people and we’re going to be living here anyway.” Gongenzaka offered.

On the roof of the house across the street, stood a man with silver and grey hair who looked like a grown up Caster. His face was curled into a snarl as he watched as he called it, diabetes fess play out.

“Well that was … disgusting. Either way, 6 of the seven servants have been summoned.” The man then closed his eyes as mana started to surround his body. “So where’s the seventh master?” The man’s mana started to spike before he opened his eyes. “The west huh? I just need to steal some books and then I can greet the brat.” He said with a sadistic smile as he faded into darkness.

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Get to know me

Shamelessly copied from @almost-dead-freak (thanks for the tag ^^)

Original Rules: Answer 20 questions, then tag 20 of your followers that you would like to know better. Updated Rules: See Original Rules, + Add a couple questions of your own!

Here we go, and boy it’s gonna be a big one… (profanity may be used from time to time)

Name? Denis

Nickname? Denis the menace, Davis, Desko, Exodia, Sogeking and the list goes so long, even Gandalf the Grey will be envious of the amount of nicknames I have.

Zodiac Sign? Sagittarius

Height? 177-178

Nationality? Bulgarian

Sexual orientation? Heterosexual

Favorite fruit? Green apple, banana and pomegranate

Favorite season? Spring and Autumn

Favorite flower? Lotus, rose and lavender

Favorite scent? Freshly mowed grass, the scent that the pages of a new book posseses, the scent of coffee, gasoline, the scent of mint and the scent of cannabis

Favorite book? The Lord of The Rings, The Hobbit, Achtung – Panzer!, The Art of Peace, The Lost Regiment and many more

Favorite animal? Lynx and wolf

Coffee, tea or hot chocolate? Depends. Coffee when it’s early in the morning and I’m not sure in which galaxy I’m in or when I have a long shift at work feeling sleepy, tea for evenings when I wanna chill and hot chocolate when it’s cold outside and i need some warmth

Average hours of sleep? Sleep? What’s that? around 6

Cats or dogs? Dogs. My doggo is the special retard that makes my day brighter :3

Number of blankets you sleep with? It’s either none or just one

Dream trip? The list is long but to name a few countries i wanna visit : Portugal, USA, Germany, Holland

Blog created? ~1.5 years ago

Number of followers? The insane amount of 7 (luv ya guys

Favorite color? Crimson red, black and blue

Favorite food? Bacon, shawarma, bacon, beef (ik I’m a filthy meat eater) every existing burger and most of all P I Z Z A

Favorite song? The list is so fvcking huge it’s gonna take me days to write it so shortly: Collard Greens - ScHoolboyQ, Hands on the wheel - ScHoolboyQ, A$AP Rocky - Holy Ghost, A$AP Rocky - Peso, A$AP Ferg - East Coast (and the remix of it), Depeche Mode - Enjoy the Silence, Depeche Mode - Personal Jesus, Foster the People - Pumped up Kicks and just check my blog, some of my favorite songs are in there

Favorite singer/band? Linkin Park, Kings of The City, Slipknot, System of a Down, Metallica, ZHU, Skrillex, Krewella, Qvkata DLG, Keranov and many more

Favorite TV show? Game of Thrones, Breaking Bad, The Walking Dead, Fear The Walking Dead, Rick and Morty and possible the new GoT spin-off called Westeros

Favorite movie? Fury, Deadpool, Borat, The Dictator, Dunkirk, The Hitman’s Bodyguard etc.

Favorite visual artist? Vincent Van Gogh and Leonardo da Vinci

Favorite fictional character? Tywin, Jaime and Tyrion Lanister, Ser Davos Seaworth, Olenna Tyrell, Gandalf, Legolas, Negan, Jesse Pinkman, Rick Sanchez and more

Dream house? (Describe it!) Huuuge apartment big enough to have space for all my stuff and if possible on the 8-9th floor so i can have a view of the entire city

Qualities you look for in an S.O. or friend? The ability to talk on a wide range of topics (regardless of their depth), being able to think “outside of the box”, having a broad view about life, challenging me to push my limits so I grow in a good direction, being understanding and not judgmental, allowing me to express myself and not limiting me in any way (unless i chose to make a compromise), being completely honest (even to the point of brutality) and most importantly being able to communicate their thoughts/feelings (sorry hun, I ain’t no god damn mind reader)

Name one superpower you’d like to have! mind reading (like mentioned above not many people know how to express their thought process so that would save me a lot of troubles)

Also: you can re-tag me if you want me to answer any questions you’ve added!

What is your inspiration in life? Seeing what I was and what I am now

Biggest fear? Loosing everything/everyone i care about, being forgotten and heights

Tell me a joke: My girlfriend and I often laugh about how competitive we are.But I laugh more.

Tell me a story: Meh it’s 3 foken AM, nothing comes to my mind, PM me and I’ll share a story in the morning…

If you could change something in yourself what would it be? I’d quit smoking ( cigarettes), and would like to stop overthinking EVERY SINGLE detail

What makes you feel happy? Seeing the success after hard labor, seeing aesthetically pleasing things, hearing the roar of a V-shaped car engine, taking mountain hikes and listening to music, smoking cannabis

What makes you sad? When people act as if I don’t exist, when I hurt somebody I care for and also failing at something

How do you see yourself in 10 years? I see myself well educated with a job I enjoy and travelling around the world with friends/SO

Who are you? I’m just an average 19yo cunt who spends his time either at work or in front of the PC (yeah, yeah no-lifer with no friends), an odd bird who is either goofy or dead serious, but also a highly motivated person to whom yo can always come and ask for help or assign a task, cuz i like helping people and getting sh*t done. Also I have my weird ways of expressing myself by using analogies for example (you may have noticed already)

What do you want to be remembered for? I wanna be remembered as an example of kindness and how regardless of all the sh*t life throws at you it’s possible to remain kind and loving. I want to teach my close friends that you should talk without offending (intentionally), listen without judging, help without expecting anything in return, because I still believe in the good side that people claim is gone. I was saved from a possible suicide by a person who was my torch when everything around me was dark, who found me when I was lost, who reached for me and pulled me up. That saved me from applying a permanent solution to a temporary problem, so now I want to give back to the people, I believe that a life lost to depression is a life time full of missed opportunities and that’s why I want to teach people to be careful with their words and actions and be helpful, because you might never know… you CAN be the force that changes someone’s perspective on life for the better.

What is your strongest emotion? Eagerness

Questions I would like to add and my answers to them:

What do you seek in life? Adventures, knowledge and friendship

What quality about yourself do you like the most? The ability to remain positive in almost every situation and joking about my mishaps later

Are you an early bird or a night owl? Night owl. definitely.

What is your favorite quote? “Ideas are peaceful, history is violent” - Don “Wardaddy” Collier (Fury),

“A lion doesn’t concern himself with the opinion of the sheep” - Tywin Lannister

Seaside vacation or vacation in the mountain? Prefer the mountain because the air is fresher and it’s quiet up there

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Dori Miller is the first person who was not a President to have an aircraft carrier named after him. The African American hero was at first not recognized for his bravery but FDR changed that. Construction will be completed in about 8 years.

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Gustav Klempt’s missing Portrait of a Lady was found in a hole in the wall of a house. It had not been seen since 1997.

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Kathy Griffin got married on New Year’s Eve to her long time love, Randy Bick with Lily Tomlin officiating.

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A Federal court just affirmed an injunction preventing the Trump administration from discharging air force members living with HIV. It is hard to keep up on all the despicable things this administration is doing.** Scary Clown 45 thinks he is responsible for low cancer rates. They have been steadily going down anyway. He wants a 4.9 bil cut in medical research, 897 mil cut in National cancer institute and a 763 mil cut for the CDC. Luckily it didn’t happen.

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Apparently before the impeachment trial began, Trump’s legal team gave thousands of dollars in contributions to Moscow Mitch, Lindsey Graham and Ted Cruz. What a sad time for this country. KEEP INVESTIGATING ANYWAY.

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A new immigrant prison just opened in Baldwin, Michigan, run by GEO, a for profit prison company.

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The wall is costing about 20 mil a mile and the 100 miles or so completed have mostly been repairs to existing structure. When G W Bush was in office the cost was about 4 mil a mile.** About 30 feet of the wall feel into Mexico due to high winds.

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Season 7 of Grace and Frankie will be the last.

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The White House streamed a sermon from the Holy City Church of God in Christ in Memphis. The event that VP Pence attended for the MLK holiday was led by a pastor who claimed that our gay friends were possessed by demons.

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I am often not a fan of tradition (royal, religious or otherwise) but I admit it gave me great comfort to see the articles of impeachment walked carefully to the Senate chamber. We still have a little bit of order amidst all the chaos of the Trump era.

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The super bowl will be upon us on Feb.2 with Kansas City V San Francisco.

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6139 military vets committed suicide in 2019. R.I.P.

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R.I.P. victims of the Australian fires, Chris Tolkein, Neil Peart, David Olney , Terry Jones, Mr. Peanut , Jim Lehrer , victims of the Calabasas helicopter crash and Buck Henry.

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