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141 & Rabbit Headcanons [IKYLHT]

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Please Note: This is my attempt at a spoiler-free introduction to the characters and their dynamics. This is meant to be read before the first chapter, and thus must be vague at points. THIS DOES CONTAIN SOME MW3 SPOILERS

141 + Rabbit Dynamics:

Soap:

Rabbit's ride or die right here, twin flame type of energy

First person she actually enjoyed the company of at the UK base while on assignment alongside the rest of the Demon Dogs

Subsequently the first to worm his way into her heart- sinks his hooks into her side and refuses to leave (not to worry, you'd have to pry her off of him, anyways)

Runs into her coming out of the mess hall, sees 'Highwater' stitched into her uniform and realizes this was the soldier Sparks had told him about

Oh yeah, that month long prank war with Shane 'Shitbag' Sparks (yes, she'd come up with that one herself) that the rest of the Demon Dogs decided to join in on? He made sure to tell Soap, because why not recruit the demolitions expert in his task of torturing his sister-in-arms?

Soap immediately decides on implementing her rename. 'Oh, you already have a callsign that half the base refers to you by? One that acknowledges your military expertise and the nine grueling years you've dedicated to the service? That's weird, cuz your name is Rabbit now and that's that' type mentality

She knew the reference immediately, hands twitching with the urge to unsheathe her spare knife because there was only one person that'd broadcast the story

Goddammit, Sparks, I will shiv you

"Excuse me? Where'd you hear that from, Sergeant?"

"A good friend never tells. I could always think of calling you somethin' worse?"

"Call me something worse and I'll have you written up for disrespecting a superior officer"

"Understood, Rabbit" said with a fucking grin

Despite being the one to rename her, literally never uses her callsign once he declares them best friends

Calls her Bunny or Bun, which surprisingly did help his efforts in gaining her [platonic] love and affection

Spent damn near every waking moment with her, which unsurprisingly did help his efforts in gaining her [romantic] love and affection

Sparring? Let me wrap your hands

Going out? Here, I'll zip your coat

Smoking? C'mon Bun, tell me what's bothering you, I can help

It was the little, everyday acts of love kindness from Soap that had her hooked on the feeling of being in his presence

So you can imagine how devastating it'd felt for the both of them when the special unit had been called back to the states

Even with promises to call and text and facetime, the feeling of his heart sinking to his stomach made him realize there were feelings he harbored towards Rabbit that went beyond the typical bond between soldiers

But orders are orders, and he'd been sure to give her a chaste kiss on the cheek before ushering her up the ramp and onto the heli waiting to rip her away from him

Not that either admitted it to the other at the time, but they'd both been teased to no end about their 'special friendship' by the rest of their units, cheeks warming yet refusing to deny the accusations

Like true friends, though, they did kept their promise

If it wasn't hours of texting it was calls, only skipping days when on mission but always sure to inform the other of their departure beforehand

It was hard most days. Seeing the other come back from days or even weeks of no-contact with new cuts and bruises

It was especially hard, though, after Verdansk

Soap had beaten himself up pretty hard after the whole ordeal with Makarov- the guilt of not being able to save those people in the airport, the shame of losing his cool in front of his superiors, the regret of not just avenging those people by shooting the man and facing the consequences later- he'd talked through his entire range of emotions with her despite the distance

Then, because the universe always yearned for cruelty, she got the assignment

Covert operation

Ciudad Victoria

Two days, wheels up at 0400

Now her home base had been Pendleton since basic, and if there's one thing the San Diego base requires, it's soldiers willing to cross the border and sweat their asses off for hours on end scouting some target for shit pay and no reward

She'd done it before, six months turned into twelve turned into eighteen until eventually she'd been volunteering to go, years under her belt and quickly moving up the ranks, Mexico now a second home in her mind. Anything to get away from that place

But Victoria? That was a city she'd only seen on mission reports, only heard of by way of interrogation

But orders are orders, and he'd been sure to tell her he'd miss her before ushering her to dump her phone in her locker and get onto the heli waiting to rip her away from him again

Soap didn't get a call for quite a while after that

His first contact, actually, hadn't even been Rabbit

It was Sparks

Locker pried open with permission from Griggs (not that he waited even a second to be granted it), he'd charged her phone and called the one person he thought deserved to know

"MacTavish? It's Sparks. Highwater, she's... she's MIA. Entire task force was found slaughtered. An ambush, I think. We don't- we're not entirely sure yet. Griggs can't get a straight answer. The whole things fucked, we can't- the area's got it's own governing body. They haven't... they've searched but they haven't found a body. We're not calling it until they do. I'm sorry, kid."

Two months

Two months Soap cried until his lungs spasmed

Two months Soap cried until his head ached and eyes burned

Two months Soap cried to his mother about the woman he loved

Two months until he got the call that damn near restarted his heart

"Soap? Soap, we found her. We have her, she's being taken to medical. We found her, kid."

Johnny's not sure he remembers a time he'd cried harder. He'd like to say it was when Sparks had first called him, but even then, he held onto some hope she'd made it out 'like you always do'

That'd been their promise to each other, and he vividly recalls telling Price that as he sobbed over the man's shoulder in relief

She'd been put on medical leave, forced to wave goodbye to her family as they flew off to Urzikstan without her

It was at that point- hearing her cry over the phone about how useless she'd felt being left behind, how she'd failed the only family that had ever truly cared about her- that he realized a trip to the states was in dire need

Entered the U.S. friends, exited the U.S. partners

Johnny's a man that focuses on the positives

He doesn't talk about those two months. Not to his therapist, not to his ma, not to Price

He focuses on the fact that his torment is over, he focuses on the woman laying her head on his shoulder and tapping her boot against his on the shaky helicarrier

Because that's all that matters to him. The little moments between missions where they can focus on something other than saving the world for a moment

It's a type of love, a type of dynamic the man had never experienced before

'Intimate' is the best word to describe it

Will 'accidentally' detonate an old grenade taken into the training grounds to 'see if it still worked', just to see the other's eyes light up in a sort of pyromaniac excitement

Will also take up an entire couch quietly lounging, arms wrapped around each other under a shared blanket because 'it's a low energy type of day'

It's all or nothing- completely feral, unhinged 'I'll request the jailcell across from you' behavior or soft, domestic bliss

No words need be exchanged for that energy to shift- just a subtle glance and soft smile, a type of telepathy easily mastered after four years of being together

And Johnny wouldn't have it any other way

Ghost:

Initially doesn't even want to address her by Rabbit

He couldn't take the callsign seriously, especially after realizing this was the woman Soap had been babbling about in Verdansk

He knew more about her personal life than he did her military career, and he'd read her file back to front twice. Well, what hadn't been redacted, anyways

Decides he'll stick to Gun, as requested, but only when necessary. Better than Rabbit, at least

But after Soap's little confession while her comms are down in Las Almas? Now Gun just won't do. Decides to stick with Darling until he's figured out a better one. Knows she won't mind, anyways

Calls her Lovie a small handful of times, blink and you'll miss it, and it's only in a NSFW context ;) soft!dom Ghost supremacy

Settles on Tapeti once the dust settles and he knows he's wormed his way into her heart the same way Soap had

They're close in a way he can't say about anyone else

Does he love his team? Of course

Would he lay his life down for any one of them the second the opportunity presented itself? Also yes

But there's something about shared trauma that bonds the soul

Neither talk about it much

It's honestly easier to use Soap as the go-between on a lot of things

She's already told him, already bared her soul for him to see in that deserted apartment, and Simon's grateful Johnny omits certain heart wrenching details when he runs his hands over her scarred back, runs his hands over the raised tattoos that cover the remnants of Victoria

He doesn't yearn to know the specifics, most days he's not sure he wants to know at all

He'd made peace with his demons a long time ago, had to in order to survive, but he knew it wouldn't be so easy forgiving what'd been done to her

It wasn't hard to infer, anyway

They have a calendar, a pocket sized one with a little magnet attached that hangs on their fridge

It was Ghost's idea, after one of those days when the shakes were debilitating and she couldn't keep her food down

He'd set the container of soup from the deli across their flat on the counter, pulling Soap away from her curled up side and showing him the dollar store purchase

He didn't explain, just scribbled out a few dates and passed the calendar over

So Johnny took the pen and started scratching out days

He didn't explain all of them, only murmured the easy ones like 'her mother's birthday' or 'her comrades death date' or 'Victoria'

There's a deeper understanding there, between the three of them, and if there's one thing Simon can attest to while stomping out the butt of his cigarette onto Grave's false tombstone, it's his appreciation for the man's betrayal in Las Almas that lead him into the couple's outstretched arms

Gaz:

Best boy, here

The baby of the group, a few years younger than Rabbit who shares a birthyear with Soap

Uses that to his advantage

Calls her Officer Hopps on more than one occasion, not afraid to more commonly shorten it down to just 'Hopps'

Always in a playful loving manner, not that it matters when Rabbit's glare quickly follows

Also thinks it's funny to call her 'Gunnery Hopps' when in the presence of other soldiers, tries to play it off as a genuine tongue slip despite his wide grin proving otherwise

Again, uses his baby privilege to his advantage, whipping out the puppy eyes and small kisses that has Rabbit's glare melting into a soft smile

Typically sticks with Love- partially because he's a true Birmingham boy and the term of endearment comes naturally to him- mainly because it keeps her wound around his finger

Starts a fight by betting Price 20 quid he could cut a chunk out of Soap's mohawk? He's running to hide behind her, basking in her warmth and sticking a tongue out at Johnny over her shoulder

Smug as all hell, knows he's been deemed the favorite and is sure to remind the other men of it constantly

He'll tell them it's 'just because she loves me more, mate' but they all know the real reason

It's his calm, level-headed personality and natural ability to lead that endears him to her so easily

She never questions his judgement because what he lacks in years he makes up for in everything else by tenfold

And he looks up to Rabbit immensely- he may not initially know the finer details of her military experience, just general war stories Sparks and the rest of the Demon Dogs had told him in Urzikstan when she'd been out on medical leave, but he does know what being a 0251 MOS entails, knows he'll never come across a better Gunnery Sergeant even if he retires at 80

Aims to become a GySgt after seeing her serve as their unit's operations chief, working with superior officers on training, operations, and tactical advising

Asks a million questions and- though he'd never admit it- keeps a log of their answers in his notes app. He's just organized like that

She noticed anyways, what with his trusting nature and big heart (he gladly passed over his phone passcode within the first week of them being official), and it was actually that notes app list of all the little throw away tidbits about her role on the team that led her to write his letter of recommendation

That’s just the dynamic they have, they bring out the best in each other in every way, even when they don’t think it’s possible given the circumstances

He's only two years younger, and yet he feels so lacking in experience when they're thrown into red-stained chairs with threadbare bags over their heads

"You been tortured before, Gaz?"

"No."

"That's good. Let's keep it that way. Stay quiet and keep your eyes forward."

He remembers blanching at her nonchalant tone, the way she talked as if she'd done this a hundred times before.

She has, he realizes, and he feels a sort of naive embarrassment wash over him when he really thinks about it

Interrogation and Debrief Specialist, he thought, you don't earn that title by just sitting and reading about it

He didn't have much time to sit and process that thought before the men were reentering the dark room

He's unable to fathom how she'd kept her breathing so calm, refrained from letting out a single yell or grunt or sniffle until the men had slammed the metal door on their exit

It was hard for him, returning to base after what had transpired

It didn't sit right with him- the fact that he'd allowed himself to sit there and let the woman he'd been falling in love with be beaten within an inch of her life

But she'd comforted him, face swollen and leg wrapped, knocking her boot into his with a smile

He'd knocked his boot back into hers, and decided from there on out she'd know exactly how much she meant to him

Price:

The only member of the 141 to actually refer to her by her callsign. Captain's professionalism and all that.

Throws it out the window the second he deems necessary- which is quite often- resorts to Sweetheart

He knows more about her than anyone else, Johnny the only exception, and that isn't something he takes lightly

He'd read the reports. The redacted ones. He knew what happened after Victoria, he'd been the one to okay her transfer, to accept doing a favor for the Demon Dogs after their good work in Urzikstan and promising he'd 'keep an eye on her'

He understands the vulnerability in that fact, and is sure to do everything in his power to prove to her he's someone she can trust, even after she's told him time and time again he's done more than enough to prove his loyalty

Fortunately, years of hearing about each other via Soap and the Demon Dogs proved useful once they'd finally met at the top of that wall guarding Alejandro's base, easily falling into a sort of mutual understanding of each other

It helped that he was a natural patriarch, the glue holding the team together, ensuring they worked as a well oiled machine both on and off base

Soap vouched for Price and that was all the convincing Rabbit needed. So when Price vouched for Ghost and Gaz? It felt instinctual to trust the men wholeheartedly

Scary as it was initially, Price just knew. Simple as that, he knew what the team needed and exactly how to go about it, and she trusted that

He was arguably the most experienced in navigating trauma, and that definitely lent a hand to the comfortability of the team

He’s perfected the art of understanding each of the members of the task force and it’s something Rabbit didn’t realize she yearned for until she had it

He’s become the physical embodiment of her safe space in a way she never thought was possible. She breathes easier when he’s in eyesight, the tension drops from her shoulders when he’s near

Despite being one who only rarely accepted physical affection from anyone other than Soap, Rabbit named Price 'Seat of the Year', and that's meant quite literally

Cuddles are mandatory team bonding. He doesn't make the rules (yes he does)

Arguably the most giving partner on the face of the planet

Is happy to lean back in his chair and cut off the blood supply to his legs if it means Rabbit is soothed by the way his hands run over her arms and scratch at her scalp, perched on his lap and quickly drifting off to sleep as he presses light kisses onto the junction between her neck and shoulder

His brain is constantly alerting his body of his need to protect and provide. It'd still happen even if he'd never approved her transfer, that's just the kind of man he is, but he wouldn't have been nearly as emboldened without her there

Gaz yawns in the midst of completing a mission report? He's already tossing the man over his shoulder and forcing him to rest for once

Soap lets out the quietest sigh of pain when that one muscle in his shoulder starts twinging again? He's already pushing the man to sit and rounding the couch to dig his strong hands into the stubborn muscle

Ghost's stomach lets out singular growl? Guess that stack of paperwork can be finished tomorrow, it's now his personal mission to ensure the man has eaten a nutritious meal that checks off every micro and macro nutrient possibly needed to ensure health and prosperity in that beefy body

Perfectly content to love and love and love for absolutely nothing in return besides seeing his team happy and healthy

Unbeknownst to him, he very quickly charms his way into her heart with his thick thighs caring nature, dilf energy warm smiles, and ofc the boonie hat

General Character Headcanons:

Rabbit:

-As mentioned in the Personnel Files, Rabbit is a Gunnery Sergeant and a 0251 MOS [Interrogator/Debrief Specialist]

-Gunnery Sergeant is her rank- serving as her unit's operations chief, working with superior officers on training, operations, and tactical advising

-0251 is her job code [MOS]. 0251 specifically means being an Interrogator/Debriefer in the US Marine Corps. This job involves collecting information/intelligence from human sources by means of interrogation, debriefing, and screening. Typical duties are the screening and interrogation of enemy POWs, line crossers, refugees, and other displaced persons, exploiting foreign language documents, and participating in noncombatant evacuation operations

-A common requirement for this job is being at the very least bilingual, and it's canon here that Rabbit speaks Spanish alongside English. With that said, many apologies to those reading this that speak Spanish because I'm using translation websites (yes I disappoint my Mexican grandparents every day)

-Rabbit is a Demon Dog, but was not in Urzikstan due to medical leave. She has direct permission from the US Marine Corps, SAS, and Price to be stationed in the UK base 'on loan' as a Demon Dog since they are part of the Coalition, led by the CIA's best Station Chief Kate Laswell :D

-Again, as shown in the Personnel Files, Rabbit does not have many character descriptors listed. I'm trying my best to make her as inclusive as I possibly can while still flushing out her character. I don't like the self-insert '[h/c] [e/c]' format, so I just avoid it all together

-Rabbit is an only child

-Also it's not really about Rabbit per say but in my story Griggs is a Captain. He leads the Demon Dogs and therefore holds a higher rank that Rabbit. It makes sense to me in this story that he'd be of similar age and rank as Price

Soap:

-I’ve seen a few people say based on his accent Soap is likely from Glasgow but unfortunately I’ve only been to Edinburgh so we’re using our creative liberty here and saying that's where he's from plz and thank u <3

-Johnny is the baby of the family with 3 older sisters. His poor mother was pregnant for damn near four years straight

-He's close with his entire family, but especially his mother and youngest sister

-Also I'm not killing him in this story. I wrote a good portion of it pre-MW3 and that campaign sucked so I'm ignoring it :)

Ghost:

-Simon is from Manchester. Yeah yeah yeah ik there’s a whole thing ab his accent and yada ya but my first London pub-watch rugby game was Leeds vs Wigan, so we’re sticking with canon here

-Wigan is in Greater Manchester so I like the headcanon that Ghost’s father was a ManUnited football fan so teen!Simon said ‘oh fuck that’ and instead chose to take the 45 minute train to go watch rugby in another city

-I'm basing a lot of his character off of both the comics and game, however there is one thing to note. In the comics, 'Sparks' is one of the soldiers that assists in getting Simon's family killed. This is not the same Sparks I refer to in this story. Shane Sparks is a Demon Dog, and I'm writing in his character for specific plot devices. He'll likely be completely OC since I just grabbed his basic profile off the character wiki.

Gaz:

-Haven’t heard any confirmation on where Gaz is from but my love Elliot Knight is from Birmingham so ding ding ding, we have a winner

-Only child, the absolute pride and joy of his parent's life. He's a total mama's boy and it was largely her good morals and outlook on life that steered him in the direction of wanting to better the world

Price:

-Liverpool. Again, I’m not sure if there’s confirmation as to where Price is from but my love ( yes I can have two >:| ) Barry Sloane is from Livahpewl soooooo

-Semi-sad headcanon for Price here. Idk why but I feel a strong pull to the idea that his parents have passed, despite him only being 36 in my story, putting them somewhere in their 60's

-On a happier note, I also like the idea that John is an older brother, so we're going with that

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usafphantom2 · 1 month

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🔥Each flight was equipped with 16 shots of TEB. It was the TEB triethylborane that caused the fuel to temporarily Flair up. 🔥

The NTSB lists Triethylborane [TEB] as the most dangerous material, one step below fissionable nuclear material,’ Former SR-71 Blackbird pilot David Peters.

Taken by Stuart Freer at RAF Mildenhall in 1986, the impressive photo in this post features an SR-71 Blackbird Mach 3 spy plane creating spectacular fireballs while performing at the Air Fete Air Show.

Former Blackbird RSO, Lt. Col. Doug Soifer, recalls in Richard H. Graham’s book SR-71 Revealed The Inside Story.

‘During that pass, we [Soifer and Mike Smith, the pilot] had “13 fireballs” come out of the plane’s exhaust. It looked beautiful, and people wanted to know if it could be done again. They used the picture of us with the flames coming out for the next year’s Air Fete poster. Mike and I became known as the “Fireball Twins.” The maintenance people figured it was the TEB [triethylborane] shooting out of its container and igniting the JP-7. With that start, we had an exciting six weeks in England.’

The SR-71 burned JP-7 fuel. A one-of-a-kind fuel that used an additive to raise its flash point so the fuel would not break down at extreme temperatures

The high flashpoint brings up another problem. Most jet engines use igniter plugs, nothing more than a hot spark plug. Using these igniter plugs they used with the JP-7 and drowns it out, it won’t ignite. Kelly [Johnson] put his engineers to work, and he said, ‘OK, gentlemen, how are we going to start this?’ They came up with a very unique way. Triethylborane – TEB for short. Each engine has a one-and-a-quarter pint. If I had it in a squirt gun and squirted it into the atmosphere, it would go Kaboom! – it explodes with contact with the atmosphere. And that’s how we started the engines. As the engines rotate, at the right time, it spray this amount of TEB into the turbine section, which goes kaboom, which in turn lights the engine. When you take the throttles up into the afterburner, it puts this metered amount of TEB in that lights up the JP-7. You get 16 shots for each engine.’ As far as I know, no pilot ran out of TEB on a flight, but during a long flight (12 hours ), they came close; if anyone knows of a story of when they ran out of TEB, please let me know.

Also, there was a way that my experts told me to ignite the fuel by using something other than TEB in the SR 71. Can anyone fill me in on what that was?

Linda Sheffield

@Habubrats71 via X

#sr 71 blackbird #usaf #cia #nasa #cold war aircraft #mach3 #lockheed martin

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turvi · 1 year

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Mrs. Lupin Knows The Best

A/N: He is so fine. Sorry, not sorry. He is my weakness.

Y/n woke up with a smile feeling his gaze on her. After all these years being together their dynamic has not changed. Remus and Y/n were best described as twin flames. They balanced each other well

While Remus was now an expert in controlling her temper and insecurities. She was an expert in handling his Moony side and anxiety. For her Remus was always in the background. Something untouchable, for she thought he is too good for her.

It only took a chance to meet between them to realize that they were made for each other. They literally bumped into each other. Remus (bless his heart) Lupin thought he hurt the poor girl but she was busy looking deep into his dark green eyes not wanting to look away.

Little did she know that he noticed this and was equally flattered and fell for her. She didn't notice the heart eyes Remus gave her whenever she passed by him in the corridor.

Remus took out a few lessons from Sirius on how to charm a girl. But it soon got chaotic when he fell face-first in front of her. While he thought he had embarrassed himself in front of her and Sirius was acting as if he never met the man, Y/n tried her best not to laugh and picked up Remus while irrevocably falling in love with him.

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Neither of them expected this. To be married to one another, vowing to never leave each other until death itself comes for them.

Remus currently bid see you soon to his wife who had to go to help her very pregnant sister urgently. While Remus was being a bit petulant as she had to leave only for a week, she chuckled and kissed him promising she will be back before he knows it.

But she doesn't know he started missing her the moment she went out the door he felt like his heart was shattering a million times.

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Sirius and James planned a night out for Remus of how grumpy he suddenly became. He would snap at them and grumble and growl at them.

They couldn't realize what made him so grumpy all of a sudden. He was fine just a few days ago. That's when it clicked Sirius. His best friend was grumpy because his wife was not by his side.

Right now James and Sirius felt like they were walking on eggshells whenever they talked to Remus. They both excused themselves and left Remus by himself in the booth.

"Ok, what is wrong with him? Why is he so moody? The full moon passed right?"

Sirius sighed "Yeah I feel he is just missing his missus"

James frowned in confusion "But she has only been gone for three days"

Sirius shrugged "I don't know...I am calling her right now. I love him but I can't handle his moody-moony side right now."

Sirius took a breath of relief when Y/n picked up her phone in only two rings. Her sweet voice graced his ears with "Hello Sirius. How are you?"

"Terrible love, your husband misses you dearly, and his moony side is showing up."

"But the full moon has already passed"

James chimed in "Hey Y/n prongs here, please take your husband with you before he snaps and eats any of us. Please I have yet to have a child with Lily."

"Ok let me talk to him" she chuckled

James handed the phone to Remus who begrudgingly took the phone and immediately softened when he heard her voice "Hey bun" he practically purred.

Sirius rolled his eyes as he watched his best friend talking so sweetly to her as if he was not glaring and grumbling at him mere moments ago. He snatched the phone back and put the phone on speaker "Love kindly take him with you he is being insufferable git" m

Remus would have glared at him again if Y/n would not have giggled, causing his insides to melt.

"Rem, hon what is wrong I said I will be back before you know it"

Remus pouted as if she said she would be returning after years "but I miss you"

James tried his best not to laugh out watching the calm and collected Remus become a puddle for his girl...just like James was for Lily.

Y/n finally promised to come and get Remus. Remus was giddy and smiley and Sirius shook his head in disappointment..but internally he was happy for him. Happy that after so many hardships he finally found a person he can call his home.

He hid his happy grin with his hand watching Remus talk to his wife with a smile that reached his eyes. He and James shared a glance happiness dancing in their eyes. This felt nice. He now knew Remus couldn't have found a more perfect person who would stick with him through his better or worse.

A/N: REBLOGS AND COMMENTS APPRECIATED

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e-o-n-i-a-n · 1 month

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Awareness and Alignment | Energy Management | Manifestation and Divinity

What does seeing repeating numbers mean?

“Why am I seeing angel numbers 11:11, 222, 333, 444, 555 frequently? Is there any meaning to see these numbers?”

“I see these angel numbers constantly every single day all the time. What is they trying to tell me exactly. Do you know???”

The fact that one is seeing so many 'angel' numbers at the same time does not mean that one is deeply connected to one's 'spirit guides' or 'angels', or such beings or entities are communicating with one frequently.

Distorted knowledge suggests that these numbers could be guiding or comforting messages from the universe, or it's the universe’s way of confirming that one is on a path of spiritual enlightenment and/or awakening. These are simply lies though.

One — should not trust in such (hu)manmade concepts — aka “signs from the universe” and all that fancy jazz.

'Angels' and 'spirit guides' don't send “signs” to human beings.

The Infinite Intelligence/Creator/Creation doesn't work like this. Man, however, likes comfort, shortcuts, minimal effort, flattery, and a very little or no responsibility.

One must remember that numerology/angel numbers/spirit guides/twin flames/soul mates/spirituality/time/religions/nonduality/higher-self/consciousness/enlightenment/law of attraction/law of assumption/starseeds etc., etc., etc., — are human made concepts i.e., labels, which built-up from words, words which create our false reality;

but most importantly: one can, and thus, must be able to use their level and ability of awareness/discernment, and with that, a higher frequency vibrational field, — aka 'angels' or 'spirit guides' — GOODness never interferes.

One's higher frequency awareness field = one's SOUL (aka, the higher-self), however, is able to do so:

the SOUL/one's core/True Self is a pure, loving awareness field so, can guide one, "raise" the alarm, or sooth/balance out anxiety/fear with wisdom = intelligence and love.

The SOUL projects its awareness into multiple beings under numerous avatars, (multiple yous in parallel lives — there might be several hundred entities projected by your soul) across multiple dimensions and lives; — therefore, when one's connected to their SOUL, one is actually guided/advised by themselves based on profound insights from a higher level awareness.

A higher/greater level of awareness is when one is able to access to their accumulated knowledge/wisdom built-up over 'time'.

It's often called an “altered state” — which is a result of fine-tuned energy management that can be manifested through a purified body, including a purified mind and heart.

The crutch you never needed.

Many can experience — either via their gift or devoted practice — hearing the “chatter” of different creatures in the quantum, aka akashic reading. Now, whether one 'hears' the whispers of higher beings such as angels, or deceased entities, or trickster spirits that is depending on one's awareness level.

There are many entities specifically that are connected with one throughout the field of cognitive/earth matrix. There are literally tens of thousands of these entities that are connected simultaneously with human beings.

Released memory materials of variously evolved entities and beings are hardly genuine/REAL,* thus not beneficial to living beings coping in the 3D material awareness. Some “experts” may say otherwise; it doesn't make it true, though.

*Memory fields/frequency energy units are contaminated by one's mind's fear, the cognitive, conditioning, and biases; even if one has lost their body in this realm, i.e., died, even if that happened a very long time ago; these memory units/data in frequency form still linger on and thus are available and 'readable' as energetic records in the quantum/akashic fields.

How Psychics, Mediums, Clairvoyants, Tarot readers etc., actually choose to interpret their messages and experiences depends entirely on their level of development, i.e., the evolvement of their souls, their perceptional awareness, background and upbringing, and filters: fears, biases and existing beliefs.

For instance, seeing the Akashic fields as a library: this visual arises in one who values education, or is a lifelong learner, or loves reading and/or books, or the love of books was modelled by their family, or by someone who they were looked up to, or their SOUL/BEING has a history in the educational, academic, or literary fields, etc., etc.

The mind creates familiarity, a cognitive shorthand to make processing easier for the experience of an inner inquiry.

Similarly, in case of NDEs — the mind/ego focuses on one's own survival and is able to hide in the subconscious, therefore, experiences will be filtered: softened or modulated by the ego/mind to avoid feelings of inconvenience/pain/embarrassment/shame, but accumulate pleasure and enhancement instead.

Numerous NDEs accounts describe Jesus as the divine figure they met.

Why?

Because:

a., it's a deeply ingrained belief in one that stems from family, tribal, community, cultural values — it is not necessary for one to be a believer/Christian “to meet Jesus” during an NDE. One can even see/carry themselves as an atheist or can be indifferent towards religions ➛ ego is in subconscious, too.

b., the person has a history, parallel or previous lives, where they follow/followed, or knew/was introduced to/got familiar with/affected by Christianity/the story of Jesus.

“Padded” knowledge, (aka shortcuts/“help”/“guidance”) — advisory activity from so called 'angels' and 'spirit guides' either via business offerings or other scheme, is just a deliberate way to control another individual because, clarity on one's path, or guidance on one's purpose/mission/gifts are never made known/revealed to a third party (such as mediums or intuitive readers) only to the one, (who's the seeker), — each being is unique (as in unique in unimportant ways for the false/illusory-self/ego) on their unique path, and each being is a channel as Source's energy flows through all of us.

By default/design, information on one's fate and destiny always remains confidential. One's being is an enigma to another, therefore, no one has the truth or deep insights about another being's dealings.

However, as the data of personal experiences can relate to more than one, (relatability + energetic connectedness), with concepts such as 'angel numbers' and 'spirit guides', or 'channeled messages' it's easy for an observant pattern reader to manipulate and exploit the fearful and gullible.

On another note, posing as an interpreter for “spirits” can get quite a bit of attention/idolization/worship and pride for one('s ego).

A spiritual “help/advice/guidance” received from another one hinders the seeker from developing a greater level of perceptional awareness and discernment (so one will remain caught up in karma); one, who takes counsel or seeks reassurance either from soothsayers, channellers, card readers, or discarnated spirits or other various entities of the quantum field, — dismisses their own abilities.

By turning to a 'spiritual mediator,' or a 'spiritual advisor', or a discarnated entity/spirit in the 'external,' — one ultimately rejects her/himself, thus the SELF/I AM/REAL.

The IS-ness, aka I AM/ Source/GOD/All That IS does not live inside of all of us, and if one does not conceive of or believe in their own divinity, how are they going to make the leap into the next levels?

Greater perceptional awareness (i.e., an evolved being with a higher density perceptional awareness, e.g., 5th density and above) recognizes and understands that no one has the purpose/task/mission/dharma, but most importantly, the capability to advise or teach another on their lessons, or on the development of their 'spiritual path', inner being/inner world that is just:

• an ego's misinterpretation/projection based on lack of awareness (i.e., fear): I need advice from others in order to thrive/advice is needed for others because they are helpless/suffering; or

• an ego card for superiority or control: I know it better/I am better.

Ego thinks, it knows better, the SOUL knows it: looking for information or confirmation in the external is futile.

As always, awareness is the key that developed through the frequencies of creation: wisdom and love.

So, what does it mean when one sees repeating numbers?

It means: one is out of alignment — energetically — with the The ONE's/Most HIGH's/GOD's/One Creator's/ I AM's/Source's/ REAL's/LOVE's frequency.

Why?

When we think, thought forms/beliefs arisen within our bodies (mind and heart), in the language of physics we're creating the electrical and magnetic expression of them as waves of energy, which aren't confined to our mind and heart or limited by the physical barrier of our skin and bones. So we're creating a world/reality around us in each moment of every day through a language that has no words: through belief-waves of our conscious awareness field (body+mind+heart and — if one's able to mute/master their ego — then the soul can take the lead of those aforementioned).

The minute one is in doubt = one is in FEAR state of consciousness/conscious awareness, and when one's being in fear, one is jumping in the mind = one's thinking, desperately trying to seek security = aid/reassurance/validation/purpose/guidance/love in the external; either in the mind, or in our reality. Meanwhile, one's vibrational frequency drops and fear drags one at the lowest level of frequencies.

Due to that, all energy manifest and fear is an energy, too, the outcomes of such manifestations will always be not REAL, i.e., illusory — i.e., that is not lasting, — because FEARs are Lies, fabrications of a non-existent, illusory-self/ego/identity.

One can never find any of the REAL in the external, because the reality, our reality, created by minds, a common hallucination = a matrix projected by phantom egos, — is actually, a cognitive bias, therefore, nothing REAL can be attained/gained from the external.

Seeking guidance, validation, or protection from repeating numbers is a limiting belief: manifestation of one's fear, — and FEAR attracts the fearful.

One's responsibility is remembering one's core essence/truth so one can recognize and understand what one's doing with their energy.

One should take care of their energy.

This is part of learning to take control of your energy. Who is going to control your energy if you don’t?

Oddly, so many regard the 10 instructions (mispresented as the Ten Commanmends) of the Semitic Decree, aka The BIBLE / Old Testament, left behind by Annunaki Chief ENKI for his beloved ones, and for the leadership/kings,** (which tells exactly how one can fully realize their divinity on a lower, 3rd density awareness plane such as Earth,) with disdain, but seek and follow hundreds of “advice” from non-visible entities, and/or from “experts” with veiled/limited/biased perceptional awareness (i.e., one with a contaminated body/astral body, mind, or heart) on various platforms.

**The story of the Anunnaki and their arrival is told, in part, by the ‘Enuma elish’ – known as the Epic of Creation (seven tablets of Creation), with other subsequent Sumerian texts detailing their stay here on Earth.

“...when there is one who understands the energies of all Creation, and how they then may utilize those energies to make themselves a god, then they keep people in bondage, for they then seek to have control over others, in order to feel that they are a god.”

This is exactly what happened with the Anunnaki and their relationship with human beings, even though it was probably unintentional in the beginning, they ‘got off’ on the power and made themselves into gods.

— Excerpted from Where Were You Before the Tree of Life? by Peter Farley

The Enuma elish tells how a group of fifty Annunaki, “Those who from Heaven to Earth came,” landed in the Arabian Sea or the Persian Gulf under the leadership of E.A (He whose house is water), and established E. RI.DU (“House in the Faraway Built”). Ea not only gave his name to the planet Ea-rth, but also acquired another title EN.KI –“Lord of Earth.”

Enki tried to help humanity survive from the “Great Flood” that occurred approximately 11,000 years ago.

“You are doomed unless you stop fearing death. We are the ones who caused you to fear death, because we age very fast while we sojourn on Earth.”

Powerful insights about our origins and development actually exist in the early records of Atlantis, but they are hidden from us because the Nibiruans, the creator gods, realized we could be controlled if we could be made to fear.

The Anunnaki of Sumer/Nephilim came down from heaven and provided the Sumerians with the foundations to form one of the first civilizations.

The story of the Anunnaki, the Nephilim of the Bible, is clearly told in The Book of the Watchers, a collection of visionary stories set, in turn, into a larger collection called the First Book of Enoch.

— Excerpted from Where Were You Before the Tree of Life? by Peter Farley

The Bible, written after the flood, to justify Enlil, hides that he failed to drown the slave race. “The Bible was Enlil’s propaganda and indoctrination. Enlil realized that the only way to control humanity was with absolute power, control and fear, strong-handed, dictatorial tactics. Enlil would be their god, ruling them through intimidate, fear bloodthirsty violence. But he rewarded them for loyalty and obedience for complying with his commands.” — Tellinger, M., Slave Species of god.

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The stories of the Bible are symbolic. They delve into our inner being and coded existence and the energies at work within our bodies.

Earth has been continuously and extensively influenced by visitors from other realms. It is interesting that the 10 instructions were compelled by ENKI considering that the Sirians/Annunaki of Sumer — and also the Atlanteans, Arcturians, Orionis etc., — all alien races who took part the colonization of this planet, — are higher density beings.

We each possess the capacity to commit the seven deadly (karmic) sins that diminish our divine essence by lowering our density, and that keeps us in the shackles of karma. Absolutely inherent within us.

“As you did, so shall it be done to you;

Your conduct shall be requited.”

— Obadiah 1:15

The only way to combat that is through individual transformation, one needs to practice a little self-control/discipline, and to begin taking responsibility for themselves, and for the planet. Freedom lies in a correct energy management.

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“Seeking guidance, validation, or protection from repeating numbers is a limiting belief: manifestation of one's fear,”

Ways to get rid of this fear is doing something goodness/kindness without expectations, or recalling something good, a story/a mental picture, and being like a child, starting smiling/laughing at such symmetry (i.e., repeated numbers), which creates a higher frequency vibrational energies within one's energy field whenever one sees repeating numbers, then, slowly these 'angel' numbers will start to disappear.

Remember who you are. Remember your gift.

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While I can guess there are two ROs who’ve never even seen a frying pan, I was wondering how competent the ROs are at cooking, and how often they do it?

No surprise that both of the twins have rarely made a meal in their lives. They don't have the need to, and neither of them developed any particular interest in the kitchen or even hunting in general. Food is what appears on a plate, and Alain has never wasted more than one thought as to how it got there. Ysabella once heard the horrific cries of the pigs while they were slaughtered, and it stuck with her. She avoids meat ever since, but if anything, the incident made her even more disinterested in cooking.

So, I'd say the nobles could cut bread and spread some butter, but using a stove? Lots of burned vegetables, I'm afraid.

Hadrian is fairly competent. Actually, I'd say he's one of the best cooks out of everyone. He learned it with the Templars when they took turns to cook while on the road — skills he now uses as a mercenary. Nothing too elaborate, but his broth will warm your belly and satisfy your appetite.

Alessa tries. 😆She really, really does. She loves sweets, and there was a time when she tried to understand the process of it all. But baking, as it turned out, is not one of her skills. She doesn't have that "natural eye" for quantities or knowing when an ingredient is ready, so it mostly comes out as too cooked or borderline raw. She can cook. She wouldn't go hungry, but taste is definitely not a priority.

The Pirate is decent too. He's an expert at making something without using fire since flames and ships made of wood don't match well together. The same can be said for Neia. They're both competent, and they both would rather not be the one who cooks — the Pirate enjoys the pleasure of a good meal, rich and plentiful and made by anyone other than himself. He's eaten his fair share of scraps so he appreciates good food when he finds it.

Neia eats because she has to. She's extremely utilitarian when it comes to food and sustenance in general. When she's hungry, she tosses a few coins for a meal, and if she can't find food anywhere, she'll sit down and make something. But only the bare minimum to silence her stomach so she can go on with her day.

Lance is only marginally better than the twins — the man can cook to save his life, but only barely. He's a picky eater too, which is not a good mix at all.

Rafael is the best of the bunch. He's surprisingly patient and has always liked to use his hands, particularly in meticulous, intricate tasks. Cutting, slicing, putting a dish together — he won't admit it, but it calms him. He's the type of person that, if he were living in our day and age, he'd make a pizza completely from scratch: make the dough, the tomato sauce, grate the cheese, the whole deal.

#all in all tho none of them really cooks regurlarly #unless they're on the road ofc and even then only hadrian alessa lance and rafael have to fend for themselves #everyone else either has servants or has had servants that take care of it #Alessa #Hadrian #Rafael #Lance #The Pirate King #Neia #Alain #Ysabella #The Golden Rose

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hi! do you have any documentaries on cults you’d recommend?

I mean. There are a few that are pretty solid. I just watched a Netflix docu-series on the Twin Flames Universe cult that was pretty fucking fascinating. It was like seeing someone who read a book called How to Start and Run a Cult that just went bullet point by bullet point.

(note for this doc: the cult has a super fucked up concept of gender and there is some weird shit around forcing/coercing some people into living as trans. The documentary handles it well and has an expert giving context and explaining how it isn't representative of trans folk at all, but it's worth knowing it going in because the episode is intense)

#cults

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A late entry for @makorra-week-2023 for Day 4: Parenting and Day 7: Stronger Together. Thanks to @devildogdemon for the idea of the family BBQ.

Out of the corner of his eye Mako saw her start to get up. He dropped the paper plates clattering to the table. “Korra!” he called. “What do you need?”

His wife glared blue daggers at him. Her arms were braced on either side of her rounded belly, her butt half in and half out of the yellow lawn chair already.

“What I need is for you to not treat me like I’m weak,” she said. “For spirits’ sake I have legs, Mako. I gotta pee. Again.”

Asami snorted softly from the chair next to her. Mako met her eyes. “Can you help her?” he asked.

Asami laughed. “No way. I like being alive.”

“See, she gets it?” said Korra. She shoved herself tottering to her feet and it was everything Mako could do not to reach out and steady her. “Women have been making babies for thousands of years,” she huffed. “We don’t need you hovering.”

“I’m not hovering,” he said. “The grass is uneven. Can you even see your feet?”

Korra opened her mouth but Asami hopped to her feet. “I think Iroh is burning the sausages,” she said quickly. “Go help him. I have to go to the ladies’ anyway. Too many margaritas today.”

Mako was about to reply when a shrill screech cut through the air. “Moooooooooooooommm!!!” A moment later Asami was hit in the leg by a whirl of purple and long black pigtails.

“Hi, honey,” she said, dropping her hand to her daughter’s sobbing head. “What’s wrong?”

“San changed m-m-my r-r-r-roooooooooock!” wailed Aika.

“San changed your rock. I see.” Asami looked up at Mako and cocked an eyebrow. “Aren’t you excited?” she deadpanned. Then she popped down into a crouch and cupped Aika’s tear-stained face. “Why don’t you let Uncle Mako here take you to see Uncle Bolin?” she soothed. “He’s an expert with rocks. I bet he can put your rock back the way you like it.”

The little girl sniffed dramatically. “I want Daddy,” she said.

Asami smiled. “Or that. I’m sure Daddy can fix it, whatever it is.” She wrapped her arms around Aika’s back and hoisted her to her hip, then handed her over to Mako with a grunt. “It’s like I’m chopped liver some days,” she muttered. “Would you do the honors of delivering this important package to Daddy while we ladies go relieve ourselves?”

Mako nodded as Aika was passed over, her sobs already fading to sniffles. Her little body felt so hot and light in his arms. She smelled like grass. He knew he’d love whatever came, but a part of him hoped for a girl all the same. Getting to know Aika over the last four years wasn’t a small bit of that, either. Against all odds Asami had turned into a good friend to them both, and through her steady love Iroh had become another. Deciding to buy the house down the street from them once he and Korra got the news had barely merited a discussion. The twins would only be a year and a half older, too.

“Got something for you, I!” Mako called as he walked back over to the grills. In the distance he could hear more children’s shrieks, probably San and his brothers melting all the rocks in the park while Bolin egged them on. At least that’s what he hoped it was. Meelo had joined them along with Ikki, Huan, and Jinora, and the last time that had happened had involved mud tornadoes.

The man at the grill looked up and grinned. He shook out the flames in his hands, wiped them both on his apron, then opened his arms. That’s when Mako spotted the two wide-eyed little boys wrapped around his legs.

“Full house,” he said, taking Aika, who nuzzled promptly into his neck. “I feel like a tree.”

“San bent my rock,” his daughter mumbled.

“I heard,” he said. “I think the whole city heard, actually. Maybe if Uncle Mako can take on these sausages we can go find you a new one?” Iroh looked down to where his sons clung to his pants. “We’ll go slow.”

“How do you do it?” asked Mako.

Iroh looked up. “Which part?”

“The part where Asami didn’t murder you when she was pregnant. I try to be helpful, but all Korra wants is for me to get lost.”

The general chuckled. “No, she doesn’t. She just wants to feel in control.”

“But it’s Korra! What if she hurts herself? Or the baby?”

“I once caught Asami at the top of a ladder with a welding torch,” Iroh said soberly. “I almost pissed myself. I think it was the biggest fight we ever had.” He shrugged, then shifted Aika to his other shoulder. “Then we talked about it. I told her what I needed, which was for her to take her and our child’s safety seriously. She told me what she needed, which was for me to trust her that she knew how to do that. After that it got better. Asami started asking more for what she wanted to keep me from interfering in the things that she didn’t. The fact that a lot of it required I spend all day across town wasn’t lost on me. But the way she’d light up when I came back with whatever obscure pickled thing she was craving helped me feel like I was doing something useful instead of standing around while she did all the work. I gave lots of foot rubs and firebent baths to perfect temperature. I oversaw the contract for the steam room and let her tackle the crib. And in turn she agreed to delegate more at work and hit pause on a couple of projects. It helped.”

Mako nodded. He couldn’t see Korra letting go of anything, but she did like foot rubs. And it made him realize they really hadn’t talked much about division of labor. Mako had assumed that his job was to take care of her. Maybe there was more to that than simply trying to take over. Korra’s strength was one of the things he’d always loved about her.

“Thanks, I,” he said. Then he looked down at the green-eyed purple bundle in Iroh’s arms. “Go find your kids some rocks. I’ll handle the rest of lunch and call you all in when it’s ready.”

Iroh smiled. “You’re going to be fine, Mako. Both of you.” Then he looked down at his legs. “Who’s ready for a colossus ride?” he called. The boys started screaming. Iroh laughed and lifted one wiggling leg high in the air before bringing it gently back down to earth.

#makorra #irosami #makorra week 2023 #tlok #fanfic

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I'm wondering if anyone else has noticed the way MF constantly victimizes herself and if long time fans of hers know if this is out of the norm for her? I've known of her but was never a fan. I'm not really aware of how she presents herself normally. What I have noticed, is that she really leans into being a victim. Even if it is back handed comments such as the one on her voice acting vampire post where she says it's cathartic for all her haters to kill her in the video game. Also, not going to repeat all the slander that's coming from her book.

My theory? She saw how hated he is. Just like she saw how he loves pretty feet and got a pedicure before meeting him with the intention of him noticing (her self proclaimed story anyway who knows if it is true she seems like a pathological liar sometimes) I think she saw how targeted he is by the media. Saw how codependent he is. I mean... She is an expert in personalities and birth charts. She knows everything about him, right? It seems to me like she is trying to relate to him on that level. Not for herself. But for him. So that he will feel a kinship with her. Both "misunderstood, outcasts, bullied by the media, 'no one understands who we truly are baby, all you have is ME, I am the ONLY one who sees your soul baby, I am the ONLY one who will ever truly love you'" blah blah. Maybe I am insensitive 😕 but this is something I've been thinking more and more lately and I need to know if anyone has had this feeling.

Before anyone comes for me or the blog owner:

Celebrities sign up for scrutiny, over analysis, public scrutiny, speculation from the masses, and ridiculous amounts of payout for the contracts they sign for that peak behind the curtain. And... are we really-in 2023- pretending that social media and paparazzi aren't the new reality TV shows of the day?

I can see that, their meeting story always seemed pretty odd and all over the place, because in the podcast with Randall and Lala they made it seem like they met on set. Megan claims to have instantly known that he was her twin flame and colson says that he waited everyday (more like 24 hours) until she noticed him.

But then they had the GQ couples interview and suddenly they met at a party where neither felt this instant connection and "I am weed" became their signature. The story isn't straight because before she says she instantly knew of their connection, but the GQ party proves otherwise.

Megan also pushes herself as a healer in his life, and she said this in the interview with Nylon. "It's more that he looks to me to avoid his own self destructive tendencies. And that's where I'm useful because on his own and left to his own devices I don't know how much interest he has in caring for himself."

Colson also refers to Megan as the Sun to him, and I don't think I need to explain what happens if the sun goes away. There is so much emotional dependency placed on Megan that I personally feel like it's unhealthy. It sounds like he has completely rid himself of the possibility of doing life without her, and she not only accepts that but she encourages such a toxic dynamic.

The song sid & Nancy will always have me as its number 1 hater, because she said that they should go out murder/sui if they ever broke up. Considering that he nearly deleted himself on the phone after that loss of his father, I think it was a pretty tone deaf thing to say. And even though I hope I'm wrong, if the redditor is right about their analysis of her book, I have a pretty strong feeling that the lover who asked her if she wanted him deleted is him. And again, I hope I'm wrong because that would mean that my previous statements about her being Jada is 100% true because that woman is very narcissistic and doesn't care about outing someone who trusted her.

#machine gun kelly #colson baker #est19xx #megan fox

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to the megan fox anon, Megan said she & brian green (her ex husband) was "destined" for each other & she feels he's her soulmate. Then proceed to be with her twin flame, MGK lmao

Well I'm not an expert in soulmates/twin flames, so I can't say. However, Megan does have a tendency of making her partners rely on her? Like I just see that scene that gives motherly vibes where she's hugging her partner and their head is against her chest and she's going "there, there." and stroking his head.. Her partners can be sort of too dependent on her and in a way become like a kid. She likes that they rely on her a lot too.

#anon #feedback #celebrity readings #megan fox #machine gun kelly #mgk #megan #colson baker #colson #love readings #marriage readings #relationship readings #psychic readings #love predictions #marriage predictions

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leggerefiore · 2 years

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Warden Submas realising that they've left their s/o all alone in future Unova while both of them are trapped in the past

pain is eternal

▲Twin Wardens Ingo and Emmet▽

● Ingo felt strangely reminiscent one night. Weeks had passed since the Hero of Hisui had closed the portal the lingered abortion Mt. Coronet and led Hisui into a relative peace. Emmet and him sat in their shared cabin; a long discussion of battle strategies and possible move sets. A strange word fell from Ingo's lips, a foreign one. Something not available in Hisuian tongue. “Chandelure”. Even Emmet stopped his merriment at that. Both fell into a strange silence before Emmet asked where Ingo pulled such a strange word from. The Pearl Clan Warden couldn't recall at all.

○ Both had gone off to their separate futons to sleep soon after. Emmet was seemingly out like a light the moment he hit the sheets, but Ingo remained awake. He tossed and turned for hours. It got to a point he was tempted to send out his Tangrowth to have it use sleep powder on him. Chandelure. It felt so familiar. The world was comfortable on his tongue. What would a Chandelure look like? Something ghastly, assuredly. Lure. That meant to bring something in. He closed his eyes as his mind wandered.

● A strange dream haunt him that night. A foreign land from Hisui with technological advances just not available in such a place. A man who resembled Ingo but with a different hair colour, covered in oil and grease while working on some strange, large tube. Ingo turned to his left and saw someone identical to himself. A bright smile on his lips while he watched the older man. Ingo felt the strange urge to call the boy 'Emmet'. Was that Emmet? Why would Emmet be here? A strange tugging on his leg shifted his attention again. At his feet was a small candle-like pokemon. It had glowing gold eyes and a bright indigo flame burning above it. Ingo knew that pokemon… He knelt down to pet them. His Litwick. This was his Litwick, his starter. The preevolution to Chandelure.

○ Ingo startled awake with deep breaths. His eyes shot over to the sleeping Warden. Emmet slept while blissfully unaware of the panic rushing through Ingo's system. The man whom he shared a home with; the whom he previously thought a strange anomaly with how similar they appeared, identical strangers. That was incorrect. No, they were not strangers. Emmet was his identical twin brother. A lifetime had been spent at the other's side, and they had yet to be separated even in this most extreme of circumstance.

● They had… A shared partner, Ingo remembered. Someone they both loved dearly. Their partner was alone. Stuck in the present, Unova while the twins were trapped in the past of Hisui. Ingo shook Emmet awake. At first, the younger twin tried to shoo him away, but when that failed, he finally got up. “Ingo! Why? It's not morning yet!” Emmet snapped, not happy to have his sleep ruined and no apparent life-threatening situation at hand. The older twin remembered that Emmet had no clue. For some reason, that hurt too much, combined with the realisation of their partner's existence. Ingo burst into tears, weeping loudly. His own twin brother quite literally didn't recognise him.

○ Emmet grew distressed by the opposing Warden's reaction. That was not very Ingo-like. Emmet considered himself an expert on Ingo. He was quick to embrace the other man, his body pangs with intense dread. His hand rubs the other's back while murmuring reassurances. Eventually, Ingo eases down from his emotional high and pulls away from him. Glowing silver eyes stare into his intensely. “Emmet. You're Joltiks are missing you,” Ingo spoke carefully. Joltiks? Ingo was saying weird words again. The word was just as strangely familiar as the other one, “Chandelure”.

● Emmet's head throbbed painfully. The more he thought on those words, the worse the pain became. It was like his head was going to crack open like an egg. Ingo asked if he was alright, but Emmet shoved him away to lean forward. He curled in on himself while grasping at his head. Joltiks. His Joltiks? He knew what a Joltik was, one… One had fallen with him. Fallen? Yes, he fell from the sky and crashed on rocky terrain. He didn't fall alone, however; no, he fell with Ingo. His twin brother, “Ingo!” Emmet popped up from his painful coil to grab his brother.

○ “Ingo! They're all alone!” He panicked, his precious darling entering his head, “We have to get home! The subway! Oh, no – My Joltiks, Ingo!” Now Emmet was the one in tears, clinging to his older brother painfully. How had this happened? Could they return home? They needed to. Ingo couldn't bear leaving you to suffer the unknown of what happened to them and abandon the Gear Station to rot. Emmet was upset from the idea of leaving you behind, but also Elesa and his babies! He's crying even more. They would think Emmet hated them. Ingo pats his brother's back while he goes through the throes of emotion.

● After Emmet calms down enough to talk, both stare into each other's eyes for a silent conversation. (A thing they never realised they did while amnesic.) No words were needed for an agreement to begin a search for a way home. They needed to get back, too many things required them. Their partner being a main draw to get back. Ingo's heart shattered at the thought of never seeing his partner again, hearing them speak to him and allowing him to lay on their chest and listen to their heartbeat. Emmet doesn't think he'll feel complete again until he's able to hold them pressed into body while he lavishes them in tender affection. Maybe a Joltik or two crawling on you both. Tomorrow, they would meet with Akari and discuss whether she has an idea on how to get them home.

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