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When the world wants more of the world rather than the family. father and mother. Married as husband and wife. than there is a looming doom for you.
Psalms 38:3 There is no soundness in my flesh because of your indignation, neither is there any health in my bones because of my sin.
A nation and it people cannot have good health in sinning against God鈥檚 righteousness All the sacrifices in the universe will not please God unless we stop promoting ungodly laws and leaders!
Indignation is not a state of healing it is a constant state of aggravation, division and hatred. No poster, flag waving or holy day celebration is going to appease God鈥檚 indignation unless we stop sinning against him!
Psalms 35:20 For they don't speak peace, but they devise deceitful words against those who are quiet in the land.
Hosea 6:6 For I desire mercy, and not sacrifice; and the knowledge of God more than burnt offerings.
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With the bite of the forbidden fruit Adam and Eve introduced the knowledge of good and bad, that is, good and evil. Thus, within every human endeavor there is always the good and the bad of it!
The best technology can be used for evil if it gets into the hands of evil people. This is why the founding fathers of our nation distrusted government it has both good and evil in it, who counts the
votes, who makes the laws: evil must be stopped the worse evil is trusting government!
Psalms 20:7 Some trust in chariots, and some in horses, but we trust the name of Yahweh our God.
Micah 7:5 Don't trust in a neighbor. Don't put confidence in a friend. With the woman lying in your embrace, be careful of the words of your mouth!
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Compromise is the Devil's best word it drips like honey off his lips. Kissing compromise is swallowing the Devil soul and his foul breath! Nothing will ever be the same but corruption 101.
Compromise is death to the light its the start of darkness it creates a swamp that can鈥檛 be fixed and you never get out of it alive. You
can鈥檛 give a little to compromise without destroying good exchanging it for the lie of darkness. Only the weak and foolish compromise for self-glory while calling it virtuous. The brave and courageous die in the heat of the battle fighting compromise calling it a moral obligation to humanity!
Proverbs 17:12 Let a bear robbed of her cubs meet a man, rather than a fool in his folly.
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Pain suffering and a good Fanfiction
Beholding, in all of its infinite, non-existent, mercy, saw no need to warn Jon before the second bullet ripped a hole in his lung.
I love the TMA fic Right By Them by @esperosisdoeswriting and I'm also obsessed with the entire trip to India chapter, and especially this scene lives in my head rent free
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I've started to notice a pattern for the Magnus Protocol. If our familiar voices of Chester (Jon), Norris(Martin) and Augustis(Jonah) are talking the Fear of the Case it is the Fears we're more familiar with. However if the case has a separate voice then it is something new.
On another note. Name drops give me more reason to Listen. We have a few so far Jon emailed Sam. Celia mentioning a Georgie, in addition to A podcast.
Alice is the person that has worked there the longest. When the Talkers started to show up, Alice just let them go, only half listening while she did something else. However, it was mentioned multiple times Sam looked exhausted after listening to a Talker. We know the effect of the known fears on the body.
Soon after it is Sam that receives an Email from Jon. An internal email.
Thus it implies that Jon can still Behold things. It is also implied that Klaus knows something but doesn't know the Fears. He knows the computers and electronics Listen.
Sam's phone is infected with Beholding.
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Ecclesiastes 6:2 a man to whom God gives riches, wealth, and honor, so that he lacks nothing for his soul of all that he desires, yet God gives him no power to eat of it, but an alien eats it. This is vanity, and it is an evil disease.
What an evil disease America has fallen into as aliens from hundreds of countries invades the boarders being paid the wealth of a nation to buy votes to stay in power.
Robbery of the elderly, the children and their hope, culture, national laws stealing freedom. Imagine being payed $3,500 a month, medical care, cash, food cards, education, more money than any tax paying American receives then being told if you don鈥檛 reelect us all of it ends!
A reverse oppression vanity an evil disease!
Ezekiel 22:12 In you have they taken bribes to shed blood; you have taken interest and increase, and you have greedily gained of your neighbors by oppression, and have forgotten me, says the Lord Yahweh.
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The Magnus Archive AU : Grandma Gertrude
When Jon encountered his first Leitner, there is a different path that this takes. Jon dose beguin to read the book. However, it's not the bullie that knocks the book out of his hand freeing him from that moment. Instead, it is his nan. It happens in his home. he watches his nan read the book and then be eaten by it.
Jon dosen't know what to do. He runs into his room. but the knowledge that the book is in his house terrifies him. Eventually, he finds his nan's contact book. Looking for anyone who could help him. That is when he spots the relation of his mother's name.
Gertrude Robinson
She is his distant maternal grandmother. She dosen't have a phone number or address written. Instead, under the work line is written:
The Magnus Institue
That was all the infomation he had on her. Jon tentitivly entered the room where his grandmother was eaten by the book. The book was still there.
Jon waped the book in a blanket. it felt safer but not safe enough. Jon found a rubish bag layered another layer to the defenses. Jon also found a paper bag and added that and all the tape he could get his hands on.
Jon found a Phonebook finding the address of the Magnus Institute. Jon knew if he left the book. Someone else would. So when he was packing his bag. all he put inside was the book. everything else was put in his jacket pockets.
Jon's expiriance traveling to london from Bornmonth was just as bad as his expirance reading the book.
Jon started his trip out on the train keeping a hand on the bag holding the book. it is when he realised the conductor started to hover around him that jon didn't want the man to touch him. then another passenger grabed him that jon struggeld and jumped off the moving train just outside a platform.
There was no other choice but to walk the rest of the way to London. every town he entered people where drawn to him. Jon always ran and hid in places difficult for adults to reach. it when a cop grabed him that jon bit the officer. every night, jon sat awake. not trusting himself or sleep to keep track of the book. Jon swore he could feel the draw to it. the book pulling people in his path. a sirens song.
when Jon finaly made his way to the institue. Jon didn't know what he should do to talk with his apperent grandmother. He stepped into the small entery way the kind looking lady gave him a small smile. When she noticed him.
"Hello there, young man. What can I do for you?" she said.
Jon felt the fear that had been keeping him awake for the past few weeks spike again. But then he remembered that he came here for a reason. He fished out his nan's contact book. Which he updated with the address to the insitute.
"I'm here to see someone by the name of Gertrude Robinson. If she still works here?"
"The Head Archivist isn't here yet. Are you here to make a stament."
"No!" Jon shouted. He didn't know what that was. It wasn't why he was here. It was like he felt the nice lookeing lady's eye looking down on him, judging him. Wanting him to just disappear.
"Ms Robinson." Jon looked up to where the receptonist was looking not at him. He saw she looking at the door. Jon spun. Seeing there was a small woman. She had dark hair, turning grey tied up tightly in a bun.
She was only stepping into the insitue. what looked like a half eaten pastry in her hand.
Jon saw her eyes lock with his. Gertrude Robinson, though never met him had a look of recognition.
" He says that he is here to see you." The lady said.
"Come along. You look absolutely fithy." Gertrude opened the front door for him. The watching eyes from the receptionist. Made a shiver rundown his spine. Jon ran out the door. fallowing Gertrude down the london streets.
Gertrude handed him the half finished pastry. Right before his stomach growled.
"But you were eating it." Jon said
" Jonathan, you are far too young to be concerned about germs if you're hungry." Gertrude siad. With that invitation, Jon took a bite. Not realising the scone was gone. Until he was licking the last crubs from his fingers.
Jon stopped walking. Gertrus stopped and looked back at him.
"Jonathan, what is it?" Gertrude had this look of concern on her face. Jonathan couldn't trust her. she could be hurt. She could betray him.
Jon felt his body starting to move away from her. Jon couldn't trust her. Just like Nan, the cunductor, the homless man, the agressive lady, that police officer, the receptonist. He couldn't trust anyone with what he witnessed.
"Jonathan. stop."
Jon stopped clutching the backpack tight.
"Jonathan," Getrudes voice was softer. Then the strange presure of her voice before. it made his brain itch. she knelt infront of him.
"What do you have in your bag?"
"Nothing." Jon said, twisting his hand in the bag's straps.
"I know that everything seems too much right now. but let me ask you this."
"Dose coming to finde me have to do with what is inside?"
"Yes." Jonathan said. shifting his gaise from locking with Gertrude.
"I need you to let go of it, Jon." Gertrude said.
"No!" Jon held onto Gertrude. deperation in his voice.
"Jon, I know you're scared. I can't help you calm down if you don't let go."
Jon's tears were infull display. " I can't lose you too! You're all I have left." it was the child in him that wanted somewhere safe. The other part of his mind chanted.
You can't trust her. You can't trust her. You can't trust her.
"I will befine, Jonathan. We can do it together." gertrude said. " We just need somethings."
"Do what?"
" Detroy it ofcource."
Jon's heart jumped not in fear that had every wakeing moment was occupied with. but with something different.
an hour later. Gertrude had gathered a bucket and firewood along with lighting fluid. She bought him to gravle near some tracks.
" you ready Jon?"
"no?"
Jon sruged off the bag. Still clutching it close.Jon pushed the bag away from himself. But he didn't want to throw it away. His mind still chanted.
She will betray you. She will betray you. She will betray you
with one final push. Jon let go of the bag. dropping it into the bucket. Gertrude acted fast as she sprayed lighter fluid on it and tosed a match in. His bag caught fire imedietly.
Jon colapsed to the ground as he heard the spider scream. his eyes were fxated on the fire. The feelings in his gut that had been sitting at the botom of his stomach confirmed the book was gone. the knott was gone.
The watching gase he had felt since the beguining of the journey was gone too. the paranoia was gone.
"Well, now that's finished. Let's get you all cleaned and get lunch." Grandma said.
Now that Jon wasn't feeling his heart palpitate at the smallest sound, the slightest gaise. Cobwebs or the imagination of limbs. Jon didn't know if it was possible. He felt like he had been running purily on adrenalin for the entire expirance and travel with the book.
"Grandma, I don't think I can walk." Jon said.
Gerturde seemed like the type to roast the closest person to her, for their incompatace. She didn't do that.
" Honestly, you've been far too pumped with fear for the past week." Grandma said, hefting him onto her back. " Thank God you actually made it to the Institute. You can rest now, Jon."
Jon leaned against his grandmother's back. Letting sleep take him with the steady lull of his grandmother's step. it wasn't until a door slammed behind him. where jon shook himself awake.
"Sorry, Jon." Grandma said. she carried him to a bath. Setting him down on the tile. Jon could actually stand as she flitted around. Once Jon was in the warm water. Jon had never felt more human since that moment. Jon eventually fell asleep again.
#tma au#my writing#Gertrude Robinson#the magnus archives#jonathan sims#the archivist#a guest for mr spider#blood related Gertrude and Jonathan
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I love rebolgs鉂わ笍
I made a Poem
For Double Life Smp enjoyers
Love of a Rancher
Jade, Amber, Cinnabar
Our lives countdown
Never have my eyes
seen your innocent green glow
our first words in Gold
wails desperate pleading
our hearts beat together
'Till Death severs the thread
Shatter our victory
split in the void
Only this game binds us
Prey, Hunter, Dead
Your words tell a curse聽
Fate wrings her noose
Patiently for first to fall
Abject Objected聽
I comfort you
Your loss was twice before
This season will be good
Binds our companion
ever changed,
My Rancher
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I made a Poem
For Double Life Smp enjoyers
Love of a Rancher
Jade, Amber, Cinnabar
Our lives countdown
Never have my eyes
seen your innocent green glow
our first words in Gold
wails desperate pleading
our hearts beat together
'Till Death severs the thread
Shatter our victory
split in the void
Only this game binds us
Prey, Hunter, Dead
Your words tell a curse聽
Fate wrings her noose
Patiently for first to fall
Abject Objected聽
I comfort you
Your loss was twice before
This season will be good
Binds our companion
ever changed,
My Rancher
#my writing#jimmy solidarity#traffic smp#traffic series#tangotek#tango tek#Poetry#Poem#Rancher Duo#Double Life
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Salivating at the mouth. Potential for a dark fic 100%. Possessive behavior tango and Stockholm syndrome.
Tango wants to play
there's another ranchers/zits/giggs au story concept in my head i've been playing with, so let's-- just call this a demo.
Feel free to send asks or just give general feedback, not only will it help me to flesh out the au more, it'll also give me more ideas on where to go. I've seen similar aus out there, but nothing quite like this one-- or having all the same concepts as this one. If people like it, I might turn it into an actual longfic. but i tend to run out of steam on my longfics (mostly due to a lack of interaction tbh. if no one else is excited about my au, then it's not worth pursuing, right? but that's my problem and something I have to work through myself, not something for anyone else to fix)
Anyway.
This is a thing.
The moment Jimmy laid eyes on Tango, he knew something was-- off-- about him.
They'd met him in a tavern, in the small town that lay below the abandoned Deepfrost Citadel. Jimmy's adventuring troupe had been commissioned with finding an artifact in the Citadel, and bringing it back to its rightful owner. The bounty offered would be enough to pay off the troupe's debts and much much more. When they'd asked around for any sort of maps, or a guide, the tavern keeper had pointed them over to Tango.
"He's the only one to have ever made it out of that cursed place alive." The dwarf had told them, pointing to where their future guide was sitting in the corner, "If you want a guide, he's the only one who can."
Jimmy's sense for danger had shivered up his spine and stolen his breath the moment he looked over. But-- no one in his troupe paid any attention to him anyway.
Besides, the negotiations had gone well, Tango seemed amical enough, and no one else seemed to have a problem with him. It was only Jimmy, and his overzealous avian anxiety. They would pay Tango half his fee up front, and half when they got back to the village safely.
It took them half a week to get up to the Citadel, and that was with the help and knowledge of Tango as their guide. Jimmy kept him at arms' length, not quite knowing why but deciding to trust his gut on this one. Tango was dangerous, in a way that he couldn't figure out. He'd brought it up to the others in his troupe, but none of them believed him. They all loved Tango. He was clever, quick to laugh and even quicker to crack a joke, and ever so useful.
By the time they made it to the door of the Citadel, Tango had become an invaluable member of the troupe.
Tango disappeared that first night, spent barricaded in an outlying tower and hoping not to freeze to death. Jimmy had been on watch, and between one glance and the next, Tango hadn't been in his bedroll anymore.
But-- he'd been right back in the morning, acting like Jimmy didn't know what he was talking about.
It was the little things that kept setting Jimmy on edge. Tango knew a little too much about the Citadel, he'd found the 'hidden' door to the crypts too easily, had pushed the troupe to descend into the depths faster than was safe, not letting them scout it with a familiar like they normally would. He could pick the locks almost like he had a silent knock spell in his fingers, and somehow knew his way through the maze of icy caverns like the back of his hand.
And every night, after everyone was asleep, he disappeared. Jimmy was the only one who noticed. No one else believed him either, did they just-- not notice the empty bedroll when they were on watch?
When they finally believed him, it wasn't until Tango disappeared for good. One morning, he just-- didn't come back.
Then the monsters started appearing.
One thing lead to another as they pressed deeper and deeper into the dungeon under the Citadel, icy crypts full of wraiths and furry beasts morphing into wet caverns covered in mushrooms and a pirate ship complete with it's undead crew; leading down into black mines that had supposedly been blocked off by cave ins over a hundred years ago-- and before they knew it they'd lost a member of the troupe-- their healer-- and then they were tripping tail over teakettle into a maze so dark and cold that even those in the troupe with darkvision couldn't see.
It spat them out into a chamber not unlike the throne room found mirrored high above in the Deepfrost Citadel. It was full of gold and magic and things that would make any adventurer drool at the prospect of having them to keep.
Jimmy hadn't felt 'safe'-- not since he'd first met Tango in that tavern all those weeks ago-- but the sense of someone watching them stayed his hand.
The rest of the troupe had gotten busy, plundering everything in reach and searching for the artifact they'd been sent to collect.
But not Jimmy.
When asked why he wasn't stuffing his pockets with gold, he waved off the troupe with the excuse of keeping watch. After all, there were the monsters to contend with still--
Tango's giggle seemed to come from everywhere at once.
"Oh, you really should have listened to poor, sweet Jimmy when you had the chance~"
And suddenly Tango was there, on the throne in the center of the room, but instead of the blond, brown-eyed and rough-hewn guide they'd come to know and trust, it was a creature made of frost and shadows.
Jimmy's heart dropped out his stomach.
"Dragon--!"
Oh, they were dead.
Scratch that. Apparently everyone but Jimmy was dead.
Not like that was much better.
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I juste realized something the true chaos started the moment Grian Died. Bringing him to red. Pearl and Gem's Murder camel could have just been a bit. But it was like the Boogie curse reignited the moment Grian died. The Reds who where never really a Threat. Dangerous but not a Threat. Red boiled in their blood. And they hunted the Yellows.
But what was Grian task. To have a guardian Angel. that Angel being the Canary. Jimmy SolidarityGameing.
The session ended.
Then the final session the Red natural instinct was released. Everyone given the same task. Win. It was calm for the first hour. That was just everyone's preparation for the Hunt.
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