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punkpandapatrixk · 2 months

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🍯New Age Money ♦︎ Timeless Pick A Card

‘When I was small, God was around and curiously granted my every wish. Now a grownup, I still believe that miracles do happen and that alone gets me up in the morning with such gladness.

And if I am enveloped by a peaceful sun filtering through the branches as I open my curtains, I am sure, everything before my eyes is a message.

When I was small, God was around and sent Love my way every day. And now, it is time I opened that precious box that’s been forgotten, kept hidden in a corner of my heart.

And if I am enveloped by the soft fragrance of cape jasmine in a garden awash by rain, I am sure, everything before my eyes is a message.’

– When I’m Surrounded by Kindness from Kiki’s Delivery Service (1989)

あなたの特技！Surely everybody was born into this world carrying some precious boxes of God-given talents. Wouldn’t it be wonderful to open those boxes and monetise such talents with Soul?

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Pile 1 – ‘Harry, you’re a Witch!’

untapped divine talents – Queen of Cups

Hey, magical creature~ You literally possess mystical powers but you probably didn’t even know~! You’re a sensual being, like a siren, who has an innate ability to feel what others can’t easily perceive. Naturally, this translates into your being highly intuitive, empathetic, imaginative—and you might’ve felt like this world wasn’t made for you. Psychics are incredibly sensitive people and you could’ve felt out of place most of your Life, but as the insightful Jiddu Krishnamurti said: sensitivity is the highest form of intelligence. We’re talkin’ EQ here😘

Someone like you was definitely not built for any kind of money-making endeavour that doesn’t allow you to be sensitive to the needs of others. There’s meaning in your being emotionally attuned and imaginative; even if—for example—you feel that your calling is to become an author, even in your writing it’s clear there’s a purpose of healing those who come into contact with your Art. If you’ve chosen this as your main pile, you literally possess some innate ability to heal others and this explains why you’ve always had the urge to make the world a better place🌍

You see, back in those long-gone days, those who were called witches were really scientists, teachers and healers. The word ‘witch’ comes from ‘wicca’ which means the wise one. Wicca (male) and wicce (female) were the knowledgeable ones who sought to apply their wealth of information and perspectives for the betterment of others as that’s how knowledge becomes wisdom. There is an untapped divine talent resting in you and it is your ability to feel through your psychic senses what society is lacking in terms of its maintenance of its own sanity🎭

YOU, literally hold all the ingredients necessary for a once in a lifetime breakthrough that could potentially heal all of Mankind for centuries to come~🌻

karmic/dharmic opportunities – XIII Death

I betcha you have significant Scorpio influences or 8th House placements or a specifically strong Pluto/Neptune presence in your natal chart. It could be that shortly before you were born someone quite spiritual/religious/magickal in your bloodline had passed away and it almost feels like you were born to pick up the pieces they had left. I betcha that some of your innate interests since childhood or pursuits you feel very strongly about that may have developed later in Life were inspired by or related to that relative/ancestor, one way or another. Like you just share similar patterns of behaviour, interests or even thought processes🦜

What you can really take away from all of this is that you have a purpose higher than yourself. That you came with specific blueprints and that your whole Life, your sense of purpose or mission, all of that is a group project you share with many Souls in the Higher Realms. Only high-vibrational peeps will really resonate with this message😊And that in itself is confirmation for you to know you have many opportunities in the healing and creative industries.

Seriously, you needn’t even have to worry about how you’re gonna make money with these opportunities even if they sound out of reach at the moment. Because it is your Destiny to be a cycle breaker—to start something completely new on your own—a path will be made for you just to fulfil your Destiny. And you can wholeheartedly trust in that to save yourself from excessive worry/anxiety🍷

the future of jobs – 5 of Pentacles

In the industry you’re meant to be part of, there will be a lot of chaos right before you make your debut. Like things are just falling apart and many of the players aren’t even sure what they’re there for anymore. There’s a lot of disillusionment that’s needing to be felt to the max until a breakthrough can really have any meaning. Either that, or some of you could be the one creating more chaos in the industry as you enter it LMAO We call you an industry disruptor, alright? You’re that breath of oxygen everybody was needing because they had been suffocating themselves with their own stupidity🍭

If you’ve resonated with this pile thus far, know that you’re meant to bring some healing—even enlightenment to some extent—to whichever industry you feel a calling to. And this is totally not a one-man’s show; you will be meeting a lot of kindred spirits in that industry and others associated with it. You’re meant to have an audience and serve a greater spiritual purpose for all involved. Bring back all those people into OG spirituality. All of this for what? For people’s mental health, obvi~💕

How does every one of these people expect themselves to be truly happy and abundant when their viewpoints are marred by childhood traumas and the excessive need for revenge? You of all people understand the innate darkness of the human psychology and the future of jobs within the industry of your calling is dependent on its people transcending above trauma and lack mentality so that a new, healthier paradigm can be established. Out with addictive behaviours; out with destructive habits; in with purer intents~ That’s the kind of New World you’re meant to be a part of to earn your keep in the most high-vibrational way👒

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being of service to Mankind – Gold Physician (Hippocrates)

delights of Life – Priestess of Contemplation

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Pile 2 – Paths Least Travelled Lead to the Greatest Stories

untapped divine talents – 9 of Cups

You…need to go and carve out a LYFE of your own, honey. Since you were quite young, you’ve always had this desire to go explore strange territories and come back to share grand stories only you could tell. A unique Life of your own that sets you apart from your family/community. Try to check what numerology has to say about, for example, your Life Path, Soul Urge, Expression and all that; there may be something there that validates this desire to be unique, to be different, to be a fucking unicorn, and perhaps, to be the FIRST to discover or invent something🦄

You have what it takes to thrive alone, that much I can assure you. Some of you probably even have Jupiter in Pisces/12th House or Neptune/Uranus in 9th House. Whatever it is, your Soul does intend for you to travel paths least travelled and discover magical things only you could have access to. What is this strange narrative for? For discovering your Soul’s heritage. I know it sounds weird. But you’ve come from very distinct bloodlines and I sense many of you have a strong affinity towards the faery realm? There’s a lot of historical truths to uncover as you walk the lonely path of the eccentric hermit🏞

The New Age of Aquarius is changing the way we receive truths. It’s such a glad thing that people are now more open to seeing things for what they truly are no matter how politically ‘incorrect’ or heartbreaking the truths are. Your untapped divine talents will naturally bring you towards avenues where you will arise as some kind of a whistleblower or you will be unearthing ancient esoteric wisdom and sharing it with the public. Your life path is definitely very exciting and will take you to wonderful places and meeting the most unique people in the world!⛵️

karmic/dharmic opportunities – 7 of Wands Rx

In many regards, your life path could even lead you to meeting some of the world’s most distinguished individuals OMO But the path is understandably not easy. This kind of calling will require a great deal of character and tenacity. You will be rocking the yachts of the Devil, right? Your Life Stories could get extra absurd and your discoveries might lead you to some dangerous encounters. Nevertheless, if you are nudged by a sense of being of service to Truth, you will decide it’s all worth it. When we die, our Souls carry only stories and memories of our heroism anyway🧬

You will have friends though. People who share your passion for the real re-education of the people. I see professions in journalism, philosophy, psychology, anthropology, criminology, even celebrity exposé stuff that reveal the scammy behaviours of the evil rich and famous. You could also be drawn intuitively to the studies of the REAL history of Planet Earth, her extraterrestrial history and the truths of the lost civilisations that have shaped the wars of our Time. You could secretly (or not so secretly) be part of the disclosure movement😉

The studies of Astronomy and Astrotheology will benefit you a great deal if you’ve resonated this far with this being your main pile. In everything that you do, there is a panacea for the brokenness of Humanity. Your sharing of outlandish discoveries and suppressed information could be what Humanity needs for it to mature and choose global peace and harmony. It will be a lifelong effort that may not end with your lifetime though. So make sure you leave enough material as your legacy for the next generations to continue on🍁

the future of jobs – King of Cups

I suppose it’s pretty clear to many of us now that the world is run by psychopaths. Indecent human beings with terrible hobbies that hurt others and the sheer disregard for the sustainability of the Planet and the livelihood of her inhabitants. With you, you will see for yourself pretty soon that the world is choosing to move to a more compassionate space, and you will have a role in giving a voice to those whose intentions for their societies are more honourable. You could be one to contribute an invention or two yourself; perhaps an exposé book, perhaps a channel, a website~ Idk, what do you feel called to?🎪

In the future you will be part of, you will see evil leaders getting replaced, thwarted even, by compassionate leaders of the New Age Money. Down to anarchy; we want real peace. Down to young psychopaths rebelling against old psychopaths only to start a new cycle of abuse. The future you will be seeing will see that those with a genuine heart rise to the top and begin taking charge of the wheel of society. Leading with a heart. People before profit. It’s really not that difficult to sow the seeds now~🌱

You yourself, and the people who share the same passion, vision and mission as yourself, you are a bunch of experts who will glue together different factions of society who want to work hand-in-hand to remedy all the destruction caused by the powerful psychopaths. There is diplomacy in what you share with the rest of the populace and there is kindness and grace. People’s mental wellbeing will be put at the forefront before profits are made. And if we really did go into a WWIII…

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being of service to Mankind – Red Astronomer (Johannes Kepler)

delights of Life – Priestess of Solitude

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Pile 3 – For You, It’s Never, Ever, Been About the Money

untapped divine talents – Queen of Pentacles Rx

Of all the piles, you’ve always resonated with loving being of service to the world since you were tiny. You could’ve been attracted to the service and hospitality industries since you were quite young, too. You were probably quite social when you were a kid and liked the idea of working jobs that would ensure other people have a good time, have a good experience with excellent customer service—basically, you liked the idea of helping/assisting others. If you could make your own choices, you’d rather have these types of job🩹

Unfortunately, growing up you were told that such jobs had no money or glamour. Some of you reading this could’ve come from a wealthy background in which working to service others is seen as uncool…even low. So this could’ve caused a great deal of psychological conflict in you. What you want and what your society deems worthwhile seemed to be in conflict. But let me tell you that your heart really knows what’s intended for your highest good🦉

From a very young age, you were already able to see that this world is sick and needing a lot of help when it comes to healing and transmuting negative aenergies. Your child brain couldn’t have verbalised that but your higher intuition knew you were put on Earth to tip the scale. You didn’t want to care about money; you wanted to pursue an authentic Life where your existence could be of some use to somebody👑

karmic/dharmic opportunities – III The Empress Rx

Some of you could’ve come from a rather impoverished background. This is easy to deal with. You were born face to face with this Devil called ‘lack’. But some of you could’ve come from a wealthier background or at least you weren’t necessarily starving and your society could’ve expected a lot from you. If the latter is the case with you, at some point in Life your Higher Self and team of Spirit Guides will force you to get down from the high horse of your inauthentic environment and have you experience Life from the perspective of those who haven’t got much in Life🐛

When this happens, your eyes will be opened to what truly matters in Life. That essentially, everybody in this world is sick to the bone because they’re trying to fill a hole in their hearts with weirdass purchases and hobbies. Part of your karmic reason to be born at this passage of time is to help Mankind transmute its unhealthy affinity towards excess indulgence via obtaining things that are truly fleeting. When you learn to overcome your own traumas and addictions, you help the collective conscious of Humanity transcend above that, too. This is very noble and you deserve a big bear hug just for existing in this realm~🧸

Rest assured, it is in your Soul’s blueprint that you must end up abundant yourself when all’s said and done. You’re destined to be very wealthy, from doing things that are high-vibrational and fully in alignment with what your Soul wishes for you to express as a Human being. You’re meant to set an example of what it means to do a job with Love~🎀

the future of jobs – 2 of Pentacles Rx

Many of you grew up in societies that taught you: passion doesn’t put food on the table. And you’ve observed many real examples of those who prioritise good deeds end up not having much money, indeed. And you could’ve believed that Life is about choosing between passion and duty. Bullshit. If people can’t thrive doing what they love, it’s the society that’s broken; how can there be no money to be made in those endeavours that are more exciting, more meaningful? You realise now that the System was designed to depress the common people in the pursuit of serving the Devil😰

You and your kindred spirits are the free spirits that are going to usher in an era of New Age Money where people no longer need to ruminate over sacrificing passion or freedom for a stable income. Back to before Industrial Revolution, maybe? Let’s reset the paradigm so we can recalibrate ourselves towards something more of a Solarpunk Society, or a Steampunk Society, that’s cool, too🍵

For you, it’s never ever been about the money. Career endeavours that would suit you most are whatever you feel an innate calling for. Many of your natural talents you’ve got since birth can be monetised in the service of your community, and better yet, online community. Some of you may feel a calling for being in the hospitality business, engineering, have an online presence or be a social media influencer, and some others may simply work in the aviation or F&B business, while some could want to become an eco-farmer or something. Whichever it may be, know that you have the unique power to elevate many aspects of the industry you are part of~🏹

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being of service to Mankind – Silver Astronomer (John Dee)

delights of Life – Priestess of Faith

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skogjeger · 9 months

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Candles' Colours & Associations ❁ཻུ۪۪ ━

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Candle magic, often referred to as "magick" (a common alternate spelling), offers an accessible and budget-friendly approach to spiritual practices. For centuries, people have incorporated candle rituals into their spiritual routines, making it an integral part of diverse traditions. Candles play a versatile role in various occasions like weddings, birthdays, spells, honouring deities and numerous other celebrations and rituals.

𖤣𖥧˚ Candle Colour Associations

Each candle colour is associated with distinct energies, intentions, and vibrations. Understanding these associations is essential for crafting meaningful candle rituals. Candles add rather than subtract to your spells, although candles aren't always necessary and you can use any candle and associate your own meanings for them, but here are some common candle colour associations:

White: Purity, spirituality, banishing, cleansing, unveiling, healing, truth, balance, innocence, clarity, peace, new beginnings, and illumination. It represents divine light and is often used for cleansing and invoking spiritual protection.

Red: Passion, love, courage, fire, lust, anger, revenge, sex, power, survival, change, action, assertiveness, and strength. Red candles are employed for matters of the heart, to enhance energy, and ignite motivation.

Orange: Success, enthusiasm, curiosity, change, opportunities, simulation, courage, and attraction. Orange candles are used to stimulate creativity and bring positive energy into endeavors.

Yellow: Creativity, joy, motivation, positivity, relieving negativity, energy, happiness, and clarity. Yellow candles can enhance mental clarity, increase focus, and bring a sense of joy and optimism.

Green: Growth, abundance, fertility, wealth, nature, naivety, healing, and prosperity. Green candles are used for attracting financial well-being and promoting healing and renewal.

Blue: Peace, healing, recollection, psychic growth, justice, study, mental blocks, guidance, calm, honesty, harmony, intuition, and communication. Blue candles aid in deepening meditation, enhancing psychic abilities, and fostering emotional balance.

Purple: Spirituality, wisdom, divination, and higher consciousness. Purple candles are associated with spiritual awakening and seeking inner wisdom.

Pink: Love (self-love), friendship, nurturing, and harmony. Pink candles are often used in rituals focused on self-love, compassion, and nurturing relationships.

Grey: Transmutation, patience, mediating, neutralizing, balance, stability, study, calm, balance, developing psychic abilities, and wisdom. Grey candles are useful when contemplating complex issues and can neutralize negative influences.

Brown: Wisdom, grounding, tenacity, perseverance, stability, rooted, security, woods, family, animals, pets, earth, material items, practicality, rediscovery, reconnection, and balance. Brown candles serve a dual purpose: safeguarding pets and family members, as well as facilitating reconnection with friends and loved ones.

Black: Protection, banishing, endings, absorbing, safety, binding, exorcism, release, death, healing, loss, and releasing negativity. Black candles are used for purification and breaking negative patterns. Some people will also use black candles for revenge spells (white too) or breaking hexes.

𖤣𖥧˚ Metallic Candle Colour Associations

Gold: Abundance, wealth, spiritual illumination, success, good fortune, happiness, ambition, luck, and the sun. Gold candles are used to invoke prosperity, celebrate achievements, and attract positive energies.

Silver: Intuition, self-reflection, perception, awareness, defend, send-back energy, protection, and emotional balance. Silver candles are employed for enhancing psychic abilities, connecting with lunar energies, and invoking the divine feminine.

Copper: Healing, vitality, emotions, autumn, new ideas, relaxation, combining, coming together, and energy balancing. Copper candles are utilized to promote physical healing, boost energy levels, and restore equilibrium.

Bronze: Grounding, strength, autumn, foundation, and courage. Bronze candles are associated with stability, courage, and protection during challenging times.

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Feel free to reach out to me if you're interested in exploring different candle colours or their associations. You can send me a message directly, drop a note in my inbox, or share your thoughts in the comments, and I'll be happy to expand on the topic!

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trippibrujx · 7 months

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Plants of Santa Muerte

Agave: Self confidence, Love-Magic.

Aloe Vera: Protection(especially for children & pregnant women), self love, inner beauty.

Apple: Knowledge, wisdom, necromancy, healing psychosomatic ailments.

Apricot: Love-Magick (especially for gender-variant people). Wisdom spells (especially focused on one's own self or your masculine side if you're a woman, or feminine side if you're a man.

Avocado: Love and lust spells(attracting men), erotic beauty, increase male virility.

Beans: Friendship-Magick.

Belladonna: Lust(enhancing one's seductiveness), protection(cord-cutter), connect to other dimensions and realms of consciousness.

Berry: Raspberries are used in female fertility spells (Raspberries are used to create). Black berries are used in protection and healing psychological trauma (Blackberries are used to destroy).

Burdock: Protection(keeping harm and danger away), attraction (people, places, things).

Cactus: Protection(guard against those who wish to do harm), Chastity spells (ward off unwanted sexual advances/aggression).

Cherry: Love-Magick (lust to love).

Chili Peppers: Chastity spells, Protection(cooling/calming).

Chocolate: Luxury, prosperity, erotic love. Dark chocolate is preferred.

Chrysanthemum: Necromancy, communing with the dead.

Cilantro: Self-acceptance, self-love, stopping/preventing bullying(giving victim courage to stop being victimized), Maintain grace during stress.

Cinnamon: Money-Magick(expand prosperity), Lust-Magick(add sensuality to relationship).

Coca Leaves: Offering to spirits, tool of divination, aid to energize mind during meditation.

Coffee Beans: Break addictions, Breaking self illusions.

Dandelion: Self-confidence to be stand out of the crowd, Detoxify negative thinking.

Honeysuckle: Expedite spell speed.

Hyacinth: Gay male love-magick(help with coming out of the closet or accepting one's own homosexuality).

Jasmine: Dream work(prophetic dreams). magnifies emotions in spell work like love or lust.

Lemon: Cleansing, Healing-Magick.

Licorice: Hexes , harmful magick, combat addictions, promote longevity.

Lily: Break love spells, ease transitional pain of loss(friends, breakups, divorce, death).

Lime: Cleansing spiritual ailments, love magick(zest/strengthen relationships).

Marijuana: Protection(from law and harm), Money-Magick.

Nettle: Protection-Magick(to get a handle on what is causing harm). In Healing-Magick(get a hold on ailments(arthritis)).

Orange: Cleansing the mind of harmful thoughts and emotions, and countering sorrow and depression in it's physical association.

Palo Santo: Healing-Magick(unknown ailment), Protection-Magick(block all harm spiritual/physical/emotional).

Pau d'Arco: Healing-Magick(critical condition), Undo/abort magick spells that gone wrong.

Peach: Gay male love magick.

Peppermint: Memorization (students/lawyers), quell arguments, spats among friends/lovers/coworkers.

Plum: Healing magick(over-come blockages).

Pomegranate: Healing-Magick(blood and feminine ailments), Increase fertility, prosperity, empowers women.

Rose: Red(Erotic Love), Pink(romantic love), White(pure platonic love between friends/family/self-love), Yellow(love of life).

Tobacco: Communing with the Divine, empowers men.

Vanilla: Lust-Magick(foreplay, oral, fetishes).

Wine: Divination, development of psychic abilities.

Yerba Mate: Protection-Magick(standing ground), mental clarity, self-confidence.

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venusiancharisma · 1 month

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Astro indications for the ability to channel

Water Sign Emphasis:

A strong presence of water signs (Cancer, Scorpio, Pisces) in the natal chart, particularly in personal planets (Sun, Moon, Mercury, Venus, Mars) or chart angles (Ascendant, Midheaven), can indicate heightened intuition, empathy, and psychic sensitivity.

12th House Placements:

Planets in the 12th house, especially personal planets or the chart ruler, can suggest a strong connection to the subconscious, intuition, and the spiritual realm. The 12th house is associated with psychic abilities, dreams, and the collective unconscious.

8th House Placements:

Planets in the 8th house, particularly personal planets or the chart ruler, can indicate a natural inclination towards deep psychological understanding, transformation, and the ability to access hidden knowledge or secrets. The 8th house is associated with psychic abilities, occult matters, and the mysteries of life and death.

Neptune Aspects:

Strong aspects (conjunction, sextile, trine) between Neptune and personal planets or chart angles can indicate a heightened sensitivity to subtle energies, inspiration, and psychic impressions. Neptune is associated with intuition, spirituality, and the dissolution of boundaries between the self and the universe.

Pisces Placements:

Personal planets or chart angles in Pisces can suggest a strong intuitive and empathetic nature, as well as a natural ability to tap into the collective unconscious and channel higher wisdom. Pisces is the sign most associated with psychic abilities, spiritual connection, and the merging of the individual with the divine.

Moon-Neptune Aspects:

Aspects between the Moon and Neptune, particularly the conjunction, sextile, or trine, can indicate a strong intuitive and psychic connection. The Moon represents the emotional and intuitive nature, while Neptune represents the spiritual and the transcendent.

Mercury-Neptune Aspects:

Aspects between Mercury and Neptune, particularly the conjunction, sextile, or trine, can suggest a natural ability to communicate with the spiritual realm and channel higher knowledge. Mercury represents communication and the mind, while Neptune represents the intuitive and the imaginative.

North Node in Water Signs or Houses:

The North Node in water signs (Cancer, Scorpio, Pisces) or in the 8th or 12th houses can indicate a soul-level purpose or destiny related to developing and expressing psychic channeling abilities.

Prominent 3rd or 9th House:

A strong emphasis on the 3rd house (communication, intuition) or the 9th house (higher knowledge, spirituality) in the natal chart, such as having multiple planets in these houses or their rulers being prominent, can suggest a natural inclination towards psychic channeling and spiritual wisdom.

Aspect Patterns:

Certain aspect patterns in the natal chart, such as the Grand Trine or the Kite, particularly involving water signs or planets associated with intuition and spirituality (such as Neptune, the Moon, or Pisces), can indicate a strong potential for psychic channeling abilities.

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illwilledomen · 2 years

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A singular Enderman will refer to themselves as ‘we’, as well as when referring to another Enderman. Due to their psychic abilities Endermen are linked to one another in the end through a web of thoughts and images which the Endermen refer to as the Chorus. The Ancient Humans, in the later stages of their civilisation predescessing their catastrophic downfall, saw Endermen as a threat due to their extremely advanced intelligence and unique capabilities, and so, they constructed a biomechanical tyrant, The Dragon, which constantly sent off huge disruptions into The Chorus which agitated and weakened Endermen, and garbled and warped their only true way of communication. Endermen are basically a hive mind, but an individual Enderman, over time if separated from The End’s Chorus, can develop individual needs and desires. This is seen in Overmen, which are Endermen who live in the Overworld. They spend unnatural amounts of time in solitude and silence separated from the Chorus and so their rapidly changing mind breaks off from their hive. They still follow their collective use of a single pronoun for their species and are still affected by any major changes in the Chorus, however.

Due to Endermen viewing their entire species as essentially a singular mind, they, when within their home dimension, do not understand the concept of self, friendship with other entities nor comprehend other organisms as having minds, personalities or sentience. This may make them seem malevolent, irrational or dangerous - and while they should be respected and are certainly unpredictable, they seldom mean harm. Overmen, however, having separately adapted from the linked consciousness, may unknowingly discover friendship (or enemyship) with other sentient beings such as Villagers. Their presence is heavily stigmatized however - Many villagers see them as a sign of bad luck, a symbol of impending death to the family akin to a Banshee or a black cat.

They are labeled as ghosts, demons or monsters and regarded with as much fear and apprehension as the undead or various dangerous predators such as spiders and phantoms. Illagers (not abiding by villager superstition and folklore) regard Endermen as feral animals. Some evokers show interest in the study of teleportation and conduct experiments on Endermen. Wandering traders are different, however. They have a seperate set of unspoken social ‘rules’ which regard Overmen with more respect. There is the understandable warning to avert eye contact, but it is also out of respect as it is of caution. Endermen are to be treated as a benevolent force which comes and goes as they please - they will not stay and they will not leave by demand of someone. The wandering traders acknowledge either way, however, that Endermen (of any kind, Overmen, End-native or Belowmen (nether)) are otherworldly beings and do not follow the terms, rules and values that villagers - and other Overworld beings - do.

Regarding Belowmen (Nether Endermen), Piglin see them as silent, harmless yet eerie ghosts. They are a sign to stay away from an area - like a living ‘caution’ sign (this stems from the dangerous properties of warped fungus) yet they are not seen as destructive or dangerous themselves.

Endermen have very faint markings on their face that differentiate them. These differences are more prominent on Overmen due to water scars. Endermen do not have names for themselves, but if they befriend a villager, player, piglin, etc, they will accept any name given to them.

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crucifiedbymypriestess · 18 days

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So while researching some things to start writing a fanfic, I found some things about Charles that I feel were not exploited enough. I also leave you some headcanons. Things written on "()" are just opinions. If something is wrong or you have any opinions, please comment, I need all the help possible before start writing sht.

•His mother was about to have twins, but apparently Charles was forced to kill her, so she was born, but died shortly after. (Which may lead Sharon to hate and blame her own son for her baby's death, but rather a distancing of Charles as her son. She may also have suffered postpartum depression. Honestly, we can exploit this more when writing fanfics. Like, I don't know, Sharon seemed unconvinced but tied to Raven because of it.)

•The mutants were not publicly known until the incident in Cuba in the 1960s, when Charles is 30s in the movie, but he manifest as a child of ten depending where you found the info. (Which may put Charles whose mutation is not physical at risk of being taken as a mentally challenged child, especially in the 1940s. I'm surprised it hasn't happened yet, this is something I plan to do in my own fanfic. So Charles may have been treated with experimental or insulin therapy. He easily could be diagnosed with schizophrenia or smt.)

He may have mental health problems, depression and tendency to addictions.

Cain bullied Charles and Kurt may have not only indulged it, but I think he participated in it. Kurt was also abusive to Sharon.

•Charles was part of powerful groups due to his position as a millionaire.

Low level of telekinesis. YES, HE HAS IT OMFG.

Military training and fighting expert.

His dark side is one of the most curious things I've ever read, as he was not only capable (but didn't, I think. I didn't read enough) of it for his personal gain.

•Charles has other abilities, so I will list them all, and I will put the description of the most interesting ones.

•Telepathic Illusions, Telepathic Cloak, Mind Link (He has the ability to develop a mental link with any person which remains as a connection to that individual.), Telepathic Camouflage, Mind Blast, Mind Control (This power could allow him to completely shut down several people's minds, making it appear as if time has stopped.), Mind Possession: Xavier can possess the mind of another and use that being's body as his own.), Mind Alteration, Mental Amnesia, Psychic Wave Manipulation, Mental Shield, Psionic Blasts (Xavier can project psionic force bolts which had no physical effects but can affect a victim's mind so as to cause the victim pain or unconsciousness and could even kill an adversary.), Mental Detection, Mind Transferal (Xavier possesses the ability to transfer both his mind and powers into other host bodies if his own physical body was somehow killed☠️‼️‼️‼️‼️), Absorb Information, Telepathic Learning, Omnilingual, Astral Projection (Charles can use astral travel and communicate with others astrally through his own will, or through contact with the thoughts and memories of others and more.)

#cherik #charles xavier #xmen

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OKAY time for some meta thoughts

CW: I’m discussing death and, essentially, miscarriage-adjacent topics, but for baby dragons. Figured I’d add a warning about it.

So, dragon eggs, right? In the Vault of Souls, Eragon and Saphira are told that eggs that don’t hatch for a very long time come out “strange”; we’re not given more detail then that, so let’s lay out some options.

1. Strange—this could just mean they are weird in terms of personality. Saphira says she remembers when Galbatorix spoke to her in the shell; this implies that an unhatched dragon, though not growing, is somewhat aware of itself. Can you imagine spending the first hundreds of years of your existence in a tight, cramped egg? Not growing, not changing, not developing, and yet Alive, and Aware? How long would it take for you to believe there is nothing else? How much would it mess with your mind to finally hatch, and be faced with a world SO different from what you’ve known for centuries? Yeah, they’d probably be a little bit off.

2. Deformity—it’s possible that spending too long in the egg could also result in physical weirdness. It might screw with their bone density or wing size, making them unable to fly; it might make their scales too soft to protect them, or too heavy to easily move with; it might mess up their internal organs, make them unable to breathe fire, or delicate and susceptible to illness.

3. Magic—this one is kind of out there tbh, but I want to cover it. Spending too long in the egg, unable to physically interact with the world around them—well, the dragon inside may begin magically interacting with the world around them. They may reach out psychically, or enact their will on their surroundings; they may actually learn to control their magic, better even than an Eldunarí ever would, because an Eldunarí has a frame of reference that the unhatched dragon simply would not have, because it has nothing to compare to. And then, if these magically weird dragons do hatch, what is the result? Eventually, a fully-grown dragon with control over its own magical abilities, possibly capable of weaving spells beyond the capacity or even imagination of normal spellcasters. They might even be physically affected by this relationship to magic, almost elemental in nature instead of a living creature. (Side note, I have so many OC ideas right now.)

4. Inert—similar to the petrified dragon eggs in Game of Thrones, spending too long in the egg may just… snuff them out. It may petrify them, turning them into gemstones the same hue as their shells, a la firestone in the Memoirs of Lady Trent series; or else their consciousness may simply fade away, leaving an empty shell within a shell.

Let’s explore this fourth and final idea, inspired by a post by @glbtrx. If a dragon in the shell psychically dies, somehow, leaving a body with no mind… well, hypothetically, if the body itself doesn’t die, you could just… stick another mind in there, right? An Eldunarí could essentially be reborn as a new dragon—or even a non-dragon, perhaps a dying Rider or other magician, could leave their body behind and claim a new, empty one? A powerful one?

Hm. I have many ideas now.

#inheritance cycle #christopher paolini #i’m not even gonna go into the implication for rider/dragon relationships but hey. if you’re into that here’s an idea.#anyway that reveal about firestone in the memoirs really blew my mind when i first read it #i think it could work so easily with alagaësian dragons #especially considering it kind of does happen with the eldunarí

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teamcuriosity · 6 months

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On "Uncatchable" Pokemon

No matter your views on battle culture, and particularly trainer culture, it would be outright ignorant to say that it hasn't improved vastly over the past couple decades. From wild captures being significantly less common and more regulated overall to the death of the "gotta catch 'em all" mentality in most regions, trainer culture has globally become more and more conscious to the needs of the pokemon over the benefits to the human trainer. However, there is one aspect of trainer culture that, the niche, has remained persistent and problematic throughout years and years of improvement in nearly every other department. This aspect is the concept of "Uncatchable" pokemon.

Now, to clarify, when I refer to "Uncatchable pokemon", I'm not referring to pokemon of legend status, mythic status, extrauniversal pokemon (commonly referred to as Ultra Beasts), or the Paradox pokemon generated by Professor Sada and Professor Turo's experimentation. These pokemon, though extremely powerful with capture heavily regulated by law, do not fall under the trainer-defined category of "Uncatchable". An "Uncatchable" pokemon is one that cannot be captured or otherwise raised independently. More often than not, this is because the Pokemon in question has a parasitic, symbiotic, or parent-child relationship with another Pokemon that would make it unhealthy or even fatal to force independence.

Two pokemon that fall into the latter category, and are often unfairly targeted by poachers and irresponsible trainers, are the infant forms of Kangaskhan and Rellor. Particularly, these pokemon are often targeted by competitive trainers participating in what are known as "little cup" tournaments—often unofficial tournaments where the primary rule is that only very young, low-level, first-stage pokemon may be used. Though these tournaments do have positive aspects, namely their ability to allow beginner trainers to get a foothold in concepts of battle strategy without feeling intimidated, like all aspects of competitive battling, there are a large subset of trainers who are simply in it to win it all costs with no regard to the pokemon that they use.

Baby Kangaskhan is viewed as a potential meta-changer due to the sheer power of its adult form. However, all known instances of separation between mother and child Kangaskhan have led to severe drops in quality of life for the baby that make it impossible for this pokemon to be a viable battler. The only instance in which a baby Kangaskhan can battle healthily is alongside and through the mega evolution of its parent, and ethics of this practice are hotly debated as there are several cases in which the mother Kangaskhan shows the stress at the side of its child fighting. Though these cases may be chalked up to personality differences between different Kangaskhan, the same cannot be said for separation cases.

Nearly 100% of wild separation cases are fatal, with the sparse few survivors living much shorter and unhealthier lives than their properly raised counterparts. With human intervention, the fatality rate goes down, but the baby Kangaskhan still exhibit symptoms of PTSD, as well as severe mental and physical developmental disorders that leave it essentially stuck in a child-like state for its entire life. Even with human intervention, the separated baby will never learn how to battle, and all moves learned will be ineffective. Many separated babies do not even attempt to battle, perpetually expecting their mother to guard them even though she's gone. Physically, even if these babies make it to adulthood, there will be much more frail and susceptible to illness than their parented counterparts. They will also never develop their adult scales, leaving them more prone to accidental injury and infection. The theories on why this occurs range from the baby having a latent psychic connection to the mother to maternal connection simply being a requirement for healthy development in this particular species, but regardless of what the truth is, all separation cases are harmful to the baby, and throughout the rntire history of training as a sport, no progress has been made in changing this. It is hotly debated whether or not it is ethical to raise a separated baby Kangaskhan to adulthood as a result.

Infant Rellor is even worse. Though Rellor itself is currently viable by most little cup standards, it is also disqualified in many unofficial tournaments due to the existence of infant Rellor and the insistence that, since it is such a vastly different form, Rellor as an independent pokemon is an evolution and cannot qualify. However, this is an entirely unfair and harmful assessment to make, as this infant form cannot exist separately from the parent Rabsca, or even the dung ball it exists within. If the infant Rellor is broken out of this dung ball too early in development, it will die in 95% of cases. The sparse few recorded survival cases have only occurred as result of two factors: a Rabsca (not necessarily the original parent) quickly forming a new dung ball around the infant, and human intervention. Even with these factors at play, survival is still dependent on the stage of development of the infant, any injuries sustained during the removal from the dung ball, and the speed at which it is transported either back into a dung ball or into an artificial gestation tank. Infants broken out of their done ball early also tend to exhibit higher rates of developmental disorders, physical disabilities, and neurological disorders. Universally, their ability to manipulate psychic energy is severely impaired, and many do not exhibit the ability to evolve into Rabsca.

Shellder is a different story. It is a commonly known fact that Shellder experiences drastic physiological changes after clamping onto a host Slowpoke—changes drastic enough to be considered an evolution by some. In certain trainer circles, this debated evolution is known as "Turban", both in reference to the shells of some non-pokemon mollusks as well as the headwear of the same name. With the form-altering venom produced by these pokemon as well as the sharp teeth and powerful jaws, it's been theorized that this form of Shellder may have a water/poison typing and be able to battle if selectively bred and raised to do so.

Unfortunately for the Shellder and Slowpoke evolutions involved in this debate, separation of a Shellder and Slowpoke after evolution is universally detrimental. The Shellder itself will always die unless it is reattached to another Slowpoke, and will be in severe distress the entire time it is detached. It cannot reattach itself due to its body losing the ability to move, and it will not listen to orders from its trainer, blindly biting the air until a new Slowpoke is found. If it is reattached within a few days, it will more than likely survive, but it will produce higher amounts of venom and exert a notably higher bite force in order to ensure it does not get detached again. This often leads to higher levels of intelligence in the Slowpoke evolution, but also higher levels of aggression and resentment towards other living species, particularly the species that separated it. One case documented a Slowking resulting from a detached Shellder that wiped out an entire seaside town in rage-fueled psychic storm. Though it was eventually captured and sent off to a sanctuary, it never fully regained trust in humans.

Comparatively, the Slowpoke experiencing detachment suffers a much harsher fate. There is a persistent belief that Slowbro will harmlessly devolve back into Slowpoke if separated. Though it will eventually devolve—being the only pokemon known to do so—this process is highly stressful to the Slowbro and may result in death. This is due to withdrawals from the Shellder venom as well as neurological and physiological decay. The symptoms can be as mild as flu-like symptoms such as headaches and nausea to as severe as heart palpitations and seizures. It will also lose the ability to walk in a bipedal manner, and will need to re-learn how to fish using its tail.

Slowking separation is almost always fatal for the Slowking. Unlike Slowbro, it is incapable of devolution due to the Shellder venom being a requirement for proper neurological function, and the Shellder is fused to the skull, causing grievous bodily harm once removed. Galarian Slowking have far higher rates of immediate fatality than Kantonian Slowking, but both pokemon will suffer a drastic drop in quality of life after the separation event. Like separated Kangaskhan, it is widely considered unethical to keep a Slowking alive post-separation as it will be unable to maintain a humane quality of life. It will be unable to communicate its needs, unable to eat or drink without assistance, unable to groom itself, incapable of locomotion beyond a flailing crawl, suffer frequent seizures, and be at a high risk of meningitis among many other complications. Though some pokemon rights activists insist that a separated Slowking can be given a new Shellder or even kept alive without one and still live a happy life, these claims are unfounded in veterinary medicine, and the damage caused by a separation event is largely irreversible.

In conclusion, for the health of these pokemon, we need to demystify the concept of "Uncatchable" pokemon. You may have noticed me using quotation marks around the word "Uncatchable" for the duration of this essay. This is because I firmly believe we should not be using this term, as it generates a sense of challenge for a community notorious for enjoying insurmountable challenges. I propose we push to change the terminology to "unethical pokemon" in order to dispell any sense of challenge or mystique. These pokemon are not physically uncatchable. They are simply doomed to suffer if not kept in their pair bond. For trainer culture to move past this stopping block, this is a fact that must be acknowledged.

—Professor Violite Schist (it/they/fae)

#professor schist #team curiosity posts #team curiosity informs #pokeblog rp #pkmn irl #pokeblogging #cw pokemon death #cw pokemon abuse #cw pokemon harm

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tiredwitchplant · 8 months

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Everything You Need to Know About Herbs: Yarrow

Yarrow (Achillea millefolium)

*Poisonous *Medical *Feminine

Folk Names: Achillea, Bad Man’s Plaything, Carpenter’s Weed, Death Flower, Devil’s Nettle, Eerie, Field Hops, Gearwe, Hundred Leaved Grass, Knight’s Milfoil, Knyghten, Lady’s Mantle, Milfoil, Militaris, Military Herb, Millefolium, Noble Yarrow, Nosebleed, Old Man’s Mustard, Old Man’s Pepper, Sanguinary, Seven Year’s Love, Snake’s Grass, Soldier’s Woundwort, Yarroway, Yerw

Planet: Venus, Sun

Element: Water, Air

Deities: Cernunnos, Hernes, Pan

Abilities: Courage, Love, Psychic Powers, Exorcism, Clarity, and Healing

Why Poisonous?: Contain thujone (just like Wormwood) Thujone is a chemical compound in yarrow that excites the nervous system. Causes seizures, hallucinations and other adverse reactions.

Characteristics: Has white flowers that bloom atop straight stalks with grayish-green serrated leaves that have a feather like appearance. Is a perennial plant that can grow to 3 feet.

History: Is native to Northern and Western Europe. Is famed as the wonder healer. Was used by Achilles to heal wounds, hence it’s botanical name. It is also known as nosebleed because the leaves were used to staunch blood. It was used in tea by the Native Americans for the treatment of menorrhea, the blood flow of menstruation. In the traditional Yi Jing age, the dried stalks were thrown into water to predict the future.

Growing Yarrow:

Easy to Grow? Yes

Rating: Beginner Friendly

Are the seed accessible? No

How to Grow Yarrow

Video Reference

Where to Buy Seeds

Magical Usage:

Placing the herb on top of graves help the dead peacefully crossover

Weaved into braids creates an energy web that taps into your inner wisdom

Helps develop psychic gifts

A cup of yarrow tea with a cinnamon stick can warm your bones and release hidden truths about oneself

Can be used for divination of the future and relationships

If worn on person, can stop fear and grant courage

Can be hung as a wedding decoration to guarantee seven years of a loveable marriage

Washing hair with water infused with yarrow can prevent baldness

Carrying it around can attract love, friendships, and distant connections

Exorcises evil and negativity from a person, place or thing

Medical Usage:

Clean and heal wounds

Can reduce fever

Stop internal bleeding

Lower blood pressure

Helps with menstrual issues such as: heavy bleeding, period pain, and heavy flow

In tonic form, can help with colds, flu, hay fever, weak digestion, and improve blood circulation

Sources

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angelsdean · 9 months

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john saying he's known abt sam and the other special children for "awhile" in 2x01

and the demon calling him out saying he's been "playing dumb" like uhh, how he got mad at dean for not calling him (they did) to tell him that all this psychic stuff was happening with sam when john was literally at missouri's house when they were visiting and she directly told john abt sam's abilities.

but also, he's definitely known for much longer imo, and if you take the john journal companion book as canon / semi-canon then it definitely supports the idea that john Knew to some extent about sam's abilities:

these are just two passages from '91 but there are others about how demons are after sam, how sam is special. and if john was hearing this stuff abt sam in '91, there's no way he didn't start digging into things more over the years.

other people have spoken abt headcanons that john was even hunting other special children over the years. which brings me to the crunchy, tastey, AU that i've been rotating around in my mind this morning where john's not only been hunting the thing that killed mary all these years, but also been busy unraveling the sam-psychic-children plot by hunting, kidnapping, and studying other Special Children.

In this AU john isn't as incompetent as he is in canon lmao. In the 20+ years since mary's death he's discovered a whole lot, including his Men of Letters roots. In fact, he discovered the bunker and that's been his "home base" and Special Children Experimentation Lab for years. He's been studying all sorts of things. Watching footage of old MoL experiments. He connected the dots: mothers died in fires at 6 months, kids grew up to develop psychic abilities. He knows the same fate is waiting for sam and john thinks he can fix sam. He has to! That's his son. He won't let his son become some kind of supernatural thing, some kind of monster. In true john fashion he justifies all his actions as an act of love. He's trying to protect sam. Because demons are after these special children. Because these children have been corrupted. He's helping them, actually.

So john conducts experiments to try to draw out the demon blood, to purify them. Similar to how sam later tries to turn crowley human and also forcefully purifies demon dean. It's a very juicy parallel. And it draws on how sam and john hold many similar black-and-white views abt good and bad + what makes someone a monster, and how sam internalized a lot of these ideas re: becoming a monster and how the demon blood led to an obsession with "becoming pure."

John spends more and more time away from the boys, spends so much time tracking down these special children and studying them. Why does his revenge quest take over 20 yrs? Why does it seem like he's nowhere near close to tracking down Azazel until s1 rolls around? Because he's been spending so many years on this subplot. Because in his mind this is him being a good father, this is him looking out for his kids, particularly sam. He's doing all this for sam.

But then, John's never able to find a cure. And then he catches Azazel's trail again and he's off on that hunt. He "goes missing." Sam starts developing psychic powers, just as john always feared. John's aware of all this happening but still projects onto dean, still blames dean for not informing him of something he's known abt for years at this point. John's terrified because he's failed. He hasn't been able to save sam, and now sam might turn into a monster. He might go "dark side" and john can't let that happen. But he also can't kill him. He doesn't have the guts, so he puts that burden on Dean. And he trades his life for Dean's to ensure that someone will be there to carry out John's mission. Either find a way to save Sam, or kill the monster he becomes.

Edit to add two more excerpts from John's journal:

in the canon that includes this journal, john definitely was aware to some extent of sam being Special (or other people insisting he is) and he has been keeping an eye out for any strangeness manifesting in sam and worrying about sam's strange dreams and his bottled up emotions becoming dangerous

#mymeta #sorta ? idk it's just AU / headcanon thoughts but it Could fit into canon. john kept so many secrets this very well could've been one of 'e #fic concepts #john's journal

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Weird, long ask but could you explain Emma Frost? I’m starting to get into the X-Men (especially thanks to the People’s History of Marvel, thank you!). But what is her deal? Like I’ve read wiki summaries but I guess I want to know, is she an X-Men? She seems to be one of the faces of the team in modern events, but is she even a hero? How much does she undergo a face heel turn? Does it feel naturally written? What’s her role (in-story and meta-wise) and relationship with the team? Do they trust her? Accept her? Does she switch her view of muntantkind, from a tool as the Hellfire Club saw mutants, to identifying it as her community? Or does she act like that, and to an extent join the X-Men, for her own benefit and self-interest?

The vibe I get is she has become a hero and member of the team, but maybe not the family? And she’s still willing to use all the manipulative tactics she did as CEO and member of the Hellfire Club, but for mutantkind. (Which I love). Is that right or is Emma Frost totally different?

It's a long ask, but it's not weird at all - Emma Frost is a very important character, but also one of the more complicated ones in terms of her complex relationship with the X-Men. I'm going to ssume that you've read my People's History of the Marvel Universe essays on the Hellfire Club and the education of Emma Frost, but I would also highly recommend Cerebrocast's episode on Emma Frost as essential listening.

While Emma Frost started out an outright villain, a succession of writers carefully laid the groundwork for her heel-face turn, creating a very psychologically grounded explanation for her transformation. Even during her "snow phase," Emma was always a devoted teacher of young mutants. While she ran the Massachusetts Academy and the Hellions with a manipulative, domineering, and ruthless teaching style that was highly influenced by the "gaslight girlboss gatekeep" method she learned from her family, she also cared for her charges.

When the Hellions were murdered by the villain Trevor Fitzroy in UXM #281, Emma Frost awoke from a coma to find that her students were all dead. Her grief turned inwards and Frost blamed herself, believing that she had failed to teach her students to defend themselves - and that they might have survived had they trained under Xavier and Magneto instead.

This belief was why Emma Frost decided to merge her Academy with the Xavier School for Gifted Youngsters, becoming one of the two lead teachers for Generation X. She was initially deeply distrusted by her co-teacher (and de facto parole officer) Banshee and many of her students, especially Jubilee who remembered her as one of the X-Men's villains. It took a long time for her to build up a rapport with her students, and despite her efforts she eventually lost their trust when she killed Adrienne for causing Synch's death.

However, her most enduring period with the X-Men started with Grant Morrison's New X-Men. In the wake of the Genoshan genocide, Emma Frost not only joined the Xavier Institute but also became a full-fledged member of the X-Men for the first time. While Emma was initially motivated for a desire for revenge against Cassandra Nova, she stayed on after Nova was defeated and essentially became the "loyal opposition" inside the team.

Arguing that Xavier's "x-liberalism" was inadequate to deal with the reality of human hatred for mutants, Emma taught her students the ideal of "mutant excellence" - that only by making themselves the best, the most powerful, the most successful could mutants develop the ability to protect themselves from a hostile humanity. This caused her to clash quite a bit with Xavier and his true believers (it didn't help that Emma had also started her psychic affair with Scott, making her conflict with Jean very much both political and personal), because she had no compunction about using her powers against threats to mutantkind.

Especially in the period after M-Day when leadership of the X-Men shifted from Xavier to Scott, Emma was absolutely ride-or-die for a more revolutionary brand of pro-mutant ideology (and became "part of the family" due to her long-lasting relationship with Scott), but remained distinctive from the rest of the X-Men because of her pragmatic willingness to use the ruthless methods of her villainous past to advance the cause - very much a believer in "by any means necessary."

So overall, I would say her arc has been a shift from villain to anti-villain to anti-hero.

#xmen #xmen meta #emma frost #grant morrison #people's history of the marvel universe #white queen

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wishbonewitch · 1 year

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witchcraft and days/months/moons/weather/etc!

times:

dawn- air, success, travel, study, employment, money, healing, new beginnings

midday- fire, strength, courage, passion, emotion, money, protection

dusk- water, release, change, anxiety, bad habits, banishing, fertility

midnight- earth, divination, self awareness, development, spirit work, cursing/hexing

days:

sunday- sun, sol, action, energy, justice, growth, money, power, management, divine intervention, friendship

monday- moon, mani, psychic ability, creativity, intuition, emotion, invocations, divine inspiration

tuesday- mars, tyr, passion, challenge, strength, truth, activity, conflict, sex

wednesday- mercury, odin, career/job issues, intelligence, communication, travel, planning, research

thursday- jupiter, thor, finances, legal matters, spirituality, development, money, growth

friday- venus, frida, romance, relationships, emotion, reconciliation, beauty, self care, enviromentalism

saturday- saturn, loki, planning, home, future, bad habits, ending relationships, weight loss, release, goals

months:

january- beginnings, healing, money, protection, strength, life

febuary- astral realm, emotion (particularly love), banishing, purification

march- fertility, success, innocence, spirituality, prosperity

april- beginnings, fertility, growth, spirituality, cleansing

may- divination, well-being, enchantment, love

june- abundance, marriage, prosperity, fun, creativity

july- emotion, dream work, light, purpose, strength

august- abundance, prosperity, wisdom, prophecy, animals

september- confidence, home, self care, manifestation, protection

october- spirit work, memory, stability, dream work, divination, darkness

november- cooperation, divination, healing, hope, inspiration

december- devotion, peace, new life, death, prosperity, strength

weather:

rain- purification, cleansing, release, healing

lightning storm- power, manifestation, protection

hurricane- (very powerful!) banishing, hexing, power, protection

snow- balance, silence, transformation, change, letting go

hail- banishing, protection, cursing

clouds- travel, calming, potential, change

fog- shielding, protection, divination, insight, spirit work

heavy winds- intellect, learning, travel, breaking habits, energy work

sunshine- charging, courage, passion, strength, energy

heat waves- emotion, power, stagnation, cursing

meteor showers- magickal boosts, energy work, power, renewal, cycle

solar eclipse- banishing, renewal, active, strong masculine energy

lunar eclipse- banishing, renewal, passive, strong feminine energy

moons:

new moon- fresh starts, intentions, manifestations, cleansing, shadow work, self development, divination

waxing moon- growth, planning, taking action, new projects, travel, potential

full moon- power, strength, success, goals, charging, banishing, cleansing, intuition, divination

waning moon- releasing, banishing, grounding, internal working, reflection, meditation

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yourneighborhoodporg · 5 months

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The Guardian

Chapter 5: Identity

Obi-Wan Kenobi x Reader

Warnings: Overwhelming thoughts, reference to not eating, large crowds, worried Obi, mentions of character deaths, descriptions of violence/combat, description of blood, a little bit of anxiety, slight identity crisis.

Summary: After a rapid dash, you, Anakin, and Obi-Wan meet at The Outlander Club. In this new environment, you are met with fascinations, unanticipated side effects, and new struggles related to who you are. Later, in the midst of these disturbances, you're forced to face a test of mental and physical aptitude before a great Master, throwing your identity into further uncertainty.

Song Inspo: Across the Universe — Fiona Apple (Cover)

Words: 7.7k (oop)

A/n: Almost made this into two parts but decided to treat y'all with a long one instead :) Excited to hear y'all's thoughts on this one. Still taking requests to be added to the taglist so just lmk!

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Lying is an elementary form of self-defense — Susan Sontag

You pushed through another group of unobservant passersby as you continued to follow Anakin through the dark busy streets of the Uscru District. It was difficult to see any landmarks beyond the masses, even with the aid of bright red, green, and orange neon lights that lined the buildings on either side of you. Some flickered while others stood stagnant, catching the eye of potential customers that passed through your sight line like flashing images that often characterize a rail speeder window.

You tried to use your connection to the Force to keep track of Anakin’s movements somewhere ahead of you. But on this chilly Coruscanti evening, even that became more tiresome than expected.

Your senses were overwhelmed by the large crowds of varying species, rushing like loose marbles on a downward slope. They sported vibrant arrays of mostly revealing clothing as they continued to unleash their turbulent minds into the growing waterfall of thoughts that soaked your consciousness.

You had no issue hiding your signature from the surrounding throngs. You’d spent years, decades learning to completely mask your physical identity and connection to the force. Even more, you had long ago mastered the ability to protect your mind from unwanted intruders looking to pick through your subconscious for information. But that was primarily due to Qui-Gon’s everlasting concern. He always believed you were at risk of being discovered by a Sith from an accidental mental connection through the Force.

But now, blocking out the unending psychic waves that rolled and crashed from the swarm of non-force-sensitive beings was a skill you had not yet fully developed. Living on Hoth only allowed you to interact with small groups of intermittent travelers, traders, or pirates. And it was easy enough to stabilize your mind around undisciplined beings in those instances. But this was pushing your skills into uncharted territory.

A barely perceptible gap opened in the horde to your left so you dove for it. Taking in a deep breath of fume-filled air, you twisted into a stretch, encouraging your spine to lean to the right. At that moment, you spotted the back of Anakin’s figure a few meters ahead, slowing his pace.

He spun around toward you, bright eyes waving you over as the bottom of his black cape caught up to the sudden movement.

“We’re here.”

You strolled up beside him, turning on your heel to your left toward a large archway lined with curved yellow neon lights, a drop of red luminescence on either side of the doorway. The distant rumble of pounding beats trickled out from the entrance like a gaseous cloud slithering throughout the legs of entering and exiting guests. Above you in bold lettering read The Outlander Club.

You took this brief respite to once again push away the thoughts swirling from the beings around you, blowing them away with your mind like a loose leaf that temporarily caught on your arm before taking a step forward.

The two of you entered briskly, moving down the short passageway as you glanced at the characters around you in your first experience with Coruscanti nightlife.

The club was fairly popular tonight, with a healthy congregation spread evenly throughout the cantina. A heavy concentration mingled around the circular bar in the center and in front of the three large screens hung at the back, which simultaneously streamed different sport matches from across the galaxy. There were a number of women in colorful stockings and cropped tunics, strolling with circular trays of strange-tinted drinks and small, stale snack bowls. Notable was the observably seedy groups gathering in the shaded corners of the establishment. You spotted a bracket of lightly-armed beings wearing what you recognized as Rishi pirate colors. They stood around a darkly lit circular table to the left, staring with a rather predatory gaze at passing waiters, following them like targeted lasers. Returning your gape to the bar, you noticed a covert exchange of credits and some small, cylindrical object with a glowing yellow liquid sloshing inside between two young, but jittery, customers.

Safe to say, The Outlander Club was meant for a diverse, and probably sordid, batch of individuals, you mused inwardly.

“I see why Obi-Wan complained to you about taking me here.” You expressed as you searched for an area to idle in.

You stacked another stone atop the wall that weakly encircled your mind. Entering the club felt like plunging yourself into an empathic hail storm as new discordant voices took hold.

Nevertheless, you redoubled your efforts to block out the chaos.

But the dam would only hold for so long.

“You were stuck on an ice planet, not in a monastery.” Anakin quipped while scanning his surroundings. “Obi-Wan will be fine.”

Your ears caught the rallied cry of a distant throng. Head swiveling toward the shouts, your eyes leveled at the far wall beside the entertainment section where you noticed a throng of robust betters cluttered around an expanse of brightly dinging slot machines.

The back of Anakin’s icy hand tapped your bare upper arm. “Over here.”

You turned and followed the Jedi’s brisk tread to an empty, candle-lit table with two chairs to the right wall. It stood away from some of the larger crowds, but still gave any guest engaging in its services an excellent view of the entire establishment— from the entrance to the wide-reaching monitors in the rear.

You were about to grab the back of the rightmost black leather seat when Anakin stepped in your path.

“The other chair,” he commanded as he pointed at the vessel.

You crossed your arms, jutting your hip to the side as you sent him a questioning, yet amused, stare.

“Why?” You dragged out in an exaggerated tone.

He kicked out the leg of the opposite chair, opening it to you.

“The view,” he stated with a stony face.

“What view?” You inquired genuinely confused before taking his invitation.

You sat in the cushioned open seat, facing the club’s exit before crossing your legs and leaning back into its firm backboard.

Anakin squatted into the ousted seat across from you as he gestured to the screens to your rear with a deliberate lift of the head.

“You’re actually gonna watch the game?” You asked, raising a brow.

“Gotta play up appearances, right?” He grinned.

Anakin loosened, settling into his seat with his hips as he placed clasped hands on the table before leaning toward you.

“That’s what we said we’re here for,” he reminded in a low voice.

You shook your head as a small smile graced your features. Suddenly, out of the corner of your eye, a familiar brown cloak was thrust into your peripheral from the club’s entryway.

“And just in the knick of time, too.” You spoke under your breath, gesturing to the new clubgoer with your eyes as he ambled down the long hallway.

Anakin must have sensed him as he sent you a victorious, yet tired grin.

Quickly, he waived down a passing waiter, an orange Twi’lek in purple fishnets, brown heeled boots, and a black, sleeveless sequined top. The woman held away her tray of green-luminescent shots as she bent down to hear Anakin’s words in the midst of rowdy discussions and pulsing melodies.

“Two nerf-burgers.” He requested while raising a pair of digits.

Your eyes remained fixed on the club’s entrance, watching as Obi-Wan paused at the end of the main corridor to search its inhabitance like a droid performing a sensor sweep before registering Anakin’s words.

“One is fine.” You piped up, returning your gaze to the man in front of you.

The Twi’lek nodded as she straightened before pivoting to make her exit. She was one step into her gait when Anakin gesticulated for her to wait, eyes remained glued to you.

“You haven’t eaten anything today.” He mentioned.

The two of you hadn’t been separated for days, you thought to yourself. He’d probably noticed your lack of appetite the entire journey here. You tried his ration bars, but very quickly learned that your steady ten-year diet of lichen seemed more palatable. Still, the sudden rumblings and subtle ache at your core didn’t change your current reality.

You shrugged, looking off to the side. “I’m not very hungry.”

If you were being perfectly honest with yourself, it was impossible to allow your guard to fall even a notch. Not even a sliver to eat, despite your stomach’s protests. The constant noise of the minds around you was like a leaky faucet, occasionally dripping into a half-full glass. If you were distracted for longer than a moment, it could violently overflow. And that weakened wall that you had so carefully constructed around your consciousness would begin to soil.

He frowned, leaning back as he crossed his arms. “You should still eat something.”

You peered back to Obi-Wan to check his search progress when your gazes locked. His lips tugged upwards in greeting as he began a stroll toward your table.

You swiveled back, fronting Anakin’s expectant eyes.

“Fine,” you relented. “I’ll try a bite of yours.”

Anakin’s brows raised offendedly. “You’re not touching mine.” He turned back toward the waiter. “Two please.” She nodded again with a smile.

The waiter twisted away on her heel, tip-toeing away to deliver the drinks in hand a few tables down before your new guest emerged in her place like a stealthy shadow.

“It’s good that I found you two.” Obi-Wan acknowledged as he reached the table.

His arm snaked behind Anakin, grabbing an empty seat from another benchtop to the latter’s rear before pulling it between the two of you and sitting down.

Once balancing comfortably, he took a moment to analyze you both, face falling into a subtle frown.

“Why are the two of you so exhausted?” He asked as he crossed his arms, raising an eyebrow while his glance shifted to and fro.

“The podracing match…has been…neck-to-neck.” Anakin excused with feigned confidence, eyes avoiding his former Master as he awkwardly gestured to one of the screens in the distance.

You gave him a little kick under the table for the unconvincing remark.

“Ow.” He mumbled under his breath, hiding the reaction with the wipe of a hand over his mouth.

Obi-Wan’s gaze was enduringly unimpressed.

But soon, he sighed, dropping the interrogation in capitulation with favor toward more important matters.

“I met with Master Windu and Master Yoda. There is currently a whole communications blackout. Unfortunately, there may be a breach in our communications system.”

Anakin’s lips pursed in disbelief. “How is that possible?”

Obi-Wan continued. “We’re not sure. But for now, no comms. Unless it’s with me or another member of the council. We were given secure equipment to use until this is resolved. There will be an announcement tomorrow morning in the Great Hall, and both of you are expected to attend.”

Obi-Wan shifted in his seat toward you, speaking your name as he placed a hand on the table in your direction. “You should know I learned that Master Yoda knew of your existence.

Your brows raised in surprise. “Really?”

“Yes, but he thought you had died when you were very young. He had no idea you were on Hoth all this time.”

Your head tilted in confusion. You highly doubted Qui-Gon would have told Master Yoda about your death. No matter how fiercely he protected your identity over the years, you didn’t believe he’d ever lie to the Grand Master you’d heard so much about in your youth. As far as you understood, Qui-Gon trusted him with his life. And so did you.

“Why?”

You observed the blue-eyed Jedi sigh, eyes dropping momentarily before they returned to your face with a sensitive expression.

“He said that your parents were killed by a dark power, and that he assumed you had been killed too.”

You felt a sharp stab to your gut at his words, discreetly hunching over as you took in the sensation.

You knew your parents had passed. But murdered? And by dark forces?

Then, a particularly somber supposition drifted to the front of your mind.

It must’ve been because of you.

You breathed in deeply, steadying yourself while struggling to absorb this disturbing news. It became more arduous as you wrestled with the continued blockade against the cascading internal voices that pummeled you from every angle of the crowded bar.

Trying to concurrently calm your thoughts, you delved deeper.

What little you knew about your parents, you were still positive about their innocence. To the best of your knowledge, they had nothing actors of the dark side desired—

Except you.

“A dark force?” You murmured quizzically. “Do you mean a Sith?”

Obi-Wan tensely exhaled. “We’re not sure. But what we do know is this.”

He leaned farther over the table, subconsciously encouraging you and Anakin to do the same.

“Your identity must remain a secret.” He spoke in a hushed tone. “That means that we cannot share The Guardian’s portion of the prophecy with others or your connection to it. I’ve already informed Ahsoka.” He reassured.

Obi-Wan’s head briefly dropped to ruminate.

During this fleeting respite, you glanced at Anakin while an unsettling feeling crawled up your spine. He caught your eye, sending you a reassuring, confident nod.

Obi-Wan’s gaze raised toward you once more with lips pressed firmly together. “We also must keep your birth name a secret. Those dark forces responsible for your parents’ deaths likely learned it in their effort to find you. If they learn of your reemergence, they may come after you. So The Council has decided that until we know more, you will need to go by Silvey.”

Your jaw loosely hung open at that bit of news as your ruffled head swiveled toward a particularly sheepish Anakin. He leaned back in his chair, hunching his shoulders as he tried to hide within himself.

“I’m gonna kill you.” You deadpanned.

Anakin scoffed. “I had no idea that Master Kenobi was going to change your legal name to that!” He defended, loosely throwing his hands to the side.

“Hush, it’s not changing their legal name. Just a pseudonym.” Obi-Wan warned with a stare before turning back toward you with a more subdued expression. “If you’d like, we can change it.”

You waved away the suggestion. “No, it’s ok. Like Anakin said, at least it’s not hard to forget.”

You smirked at the cunning Jedi who sent you a knowing wink.

“Very well,” Obi-Wan concluded.

You sensed someone approaching your table, and turned to see the Twi’lek waiter returning with a pair of what must have been nerf-burgers on her black, circular tray. A brief silence hushed over the three of you as she neared the table, placing down the two entrees in front of you and Anakin before making a swift exit. You and Obi-Wan offered a resonant thank you as she departed, causing you each to share a glance.

Once she was a few meters away, you felt it safe to speak again. First though, you watched in curiosity as Anakin firmly grasped his meal with two unrelenting hands, before lifting it to take a hearty bite. You could smell the greasy fumes rising from your own meal as it took command of the table.

“So how do we explain my presence?” You asked the bearded Jedi. “I mean, I didn’t train through The Order. Nobody knows me. Do we say that I’m a Gray Jedi who just suddenly wants to hang around The Temple?”

Obi-Wan glanced up in contemplation as he reached up to scratch his chin. “That is a good point,” he admitted. “However, Master Windu has expressed interest in enrolling you into The Order. I don’t think The Council likes the idea of acknowledging you ever having the status of Gray Jedi. That reminds me.”

He tapped the table with his fingertips in realization.

“He told me that you should meet him after tomorrow’s announcement in the Sparring Arena. I can show you where that is when the time comes.”

You nodded tacitly.

“We can just say they were on some secret, years-long mission, right?” Anakin interjected following a big gulp. “That way, it’s like they’ve always been a part of The Order, just not around much.”

Obi-Wan’s gaze tilted in contemplation. “That…could work.” He admitted. “But it would still leave many questions.”

“I’m good at not answering questions.” You slyly offered with a quirked lip.

Obi-Wan huffed in feigned annoyance. “Usually, I’d say that’s not good enough. But I’m not getting any better ideas,” he explained while hazily observing Anakin take another large bite of his meal.

In your distraction, another wave of clashing voices boomeranged throughout your skull.

It wasn’t painful, though. You actually *felt* nothing. No twinge, no subtle throb in the sinuses. Yet the overflowing thoughts still remained disconcerting. You couldn’t think for yourself when all the space was overtaken by others’ musings.

Even now, despite your efforts, blocking out one impression would just leave room for another, invariably quickening your heart rate.

Subconsciously, you swatted at your ear, as if to scare away a lost Bloodfly. It was in reaction to a particularly sudden and rude exclamation that had flown through your mind, catching you off guard. You guessed it had formed from one of the sports viewers near the back when they reacted to a particularly bad play on one of the illuminated screens.

Still, no matter the circumstances, your simple, physical action did nothing to lessen the mental discomfort.

However, Obi-Wan seemed to notice your elusive gesture, furrowing his brows in apprehension as he twisted toward you.

“Are you alright?” He questioned gently.

You shook your head, momentarily closing your eyes to push away the crowded atmosphere.

At times, it felt like loose sand falling through cupped fingers. Despite how desperately you tried to shovel it away, it kept getting everywhere.

“Fine.” You curtly stated.

As the thoughts finally slowly dissipated once more, your eyelids stretched open. Immediately you registered Obi-Wan’s gaze as it morphed into deeper disquiet. The concerned Jedi nonchalantly turned toward Anakin.

“Anakin, please get me a Blue Corellian.”

“Why can’t you get it?” He complained, mouth half-full before swallowing forcefully in protest. “The line to the bar is a mile long.”

“Anakin…” he warned with a glare.

The former threw up his hands in surrender. “Alright, alright.” He stood. “I’m going.”

Your eyes followed Anakin as he sauntered toward the center of the club, soon disappearing behind a group of emphatic Cereans roughhousing in the sea of idling beings.

Unbeknownst to you, Obi-Wan’s stare remained fixed.

He lowered his voice. “What’s wrong?”

Your head swiveled back toward the bearded Jedi, meeting his unrelenting stare.

“It’s nothing,” you excused, resting your arms on the table. “I’m just not used to blocking out so many minds at once.”

His features softened. “I should have realized.”

“No, no,” you interjected assuredly. “I know when a Gray Jedi comes out of the cold, it isn’t usually so drastically isolationist.”

You paused.

“Or so literal.”

Your brows lifted in jest.

He shook his head at your pun with a barely hidden smile before addressing you. “It is a skill younglings learn through consistent practice, and by necessity. I can show you what the Masters teach them, to guide them.”

A group of university students passed the table, chatting excitedly as they skittered into the bar. It sent another rush of clattering thoughts into you like a subspace transceiver through the skull.

Closing your eyes, you tried again to shove those voices away with the effort of willing a mountain to move.

You nodded vigorously. “Yes.” A slight croak escaped your throat.

“Alright, keep your eyes closed,” Obi-Wan advised softly with a honeyed voice. “I will mediate with you.”

You did as you were told, relaxing the muscles in your shoulders and neck as you reached out to the Force with the tips of your fingers. It felt like brushing your hand against the blades of sprightly grass just after a day storm. You deepened your connection, imagining the Galaxy’s power flowing from the outstretched vegetation directly into your being. Yet the stronger your link became, the less you could control the penetration of your environment.

“Good, now, don’t push the thoughts away. Be one with the Force, and allow the words to flow off and away from you, then back into the Force. Like water in a stream.”

You listened to the wise Jedi’s smooth, comforting tone. Steadily, you allowed the thoughts to approach, contorting your face at the unpleasant rush of clamor.

“Now let it flow from you.”

Slowly, but surely, you focused on that river of musings, allowing the tumultuous atmosphere to drift around you and dissipate into the greater Force. A sudden weightlessness overcame you as your mind finally emptied, providing a much-needed break from the club’s atmosphere once you poured out the proverbial glass of water.

Your eyes shot open in pleasant surprise, meeting Obi-Wan’s calm demeanor.

“Thank you,” you sighed gratefully.

He inclined backward, outwardly pleased. “Of course.”

You extracted another deep breath, absorbing air that seemed a little bit fresher, despite the smoke and pounding rhythms that permeated your surroundings. In your distraction, Obi-Wan analytically gazed at you while you embraced this relaxing state of being.

You were finally capable of comfortably engaging with your environment with the full power of your mind rather than blocking it all out in such busy circumstances. You were free to explore The Outlander Club again. But this time, with an air of excitement festering in your core.

“You’re a quick learner,” he remarked, somewhat impressed.

You grinned, gaze fixed on the activity around you. “Qui-Gon says the same thing.”

You paused, turning toward the Jedi with modest unease.

“Said.”

He nodded, a wistful smile grazing his features before his stare hardened. “I know that you’re Anakin’s Guardian, but that doesn’t mean you always need to be so impervious around him. We all have our weaknesses. And he’s certainly the best at bringing them out of us,” he commented sassily.

“Trust me,” you stated, locking an ardent gaze with his own. “It has nothing to do with that. Qui-Gon always…said, that my fierce independence is one of my best strengths, but also my greatest weakness.”

Out of thin air, Anakin reappeared, fluttering to his seat with a greeting exhale and two tiny glasses in hand, sloshing with a vibrant cobalt-blue liquid. He planted one in front of Obi-Wan before resting both elbows on the table to drink his own.

“Line couldn’t have been that long,” you commented, eyeing the mystery fluid that filled each glass.

By your count, he wasn’t gone for more than ten minutes.

Anakin smirked, taking in another gluttonous gulp of his beverage. “Jedi can be very convincing.”

“Not always.” Obi-Wan sassed.

He sent you an amused, yet fleeting glance before adopting a nonchalant guise in addressing the whole table.

“Speaking of, the next time you both decide to go pit racing, at least change your clothes before you lie about it. You two reek.”

You spied a semi-terrified expression creep its way up onto Anakin’s face before it was swiftly washed away by a deep frown. He crossed his arms, a groan escaping past his lips as he fell back in defeat. You met his nonplused eyes with a smirk.

“Busted.”

—

You strolled among the mass of nut brown cloaks that aimlessly roamed like a forenoon funeral march down one of The Temple’s primary walkways. Some spoke in hushed tones among each other, likely debriefing the contents of the morning assembly on the communication system’s breach.

You found it much easier to clear your mind in this space. While Obi-Wan’s guidance on how to negotiate your empathic surroundings certainly made things easier, the Jedi practice of concealing one’s thoughts added to your cognitive tranquility. If anything, the environment permitted you to freely embrace your long-held child-like giddiness about this very moment you were experiencing.

You have waited a long time to see the infamous Jedi Temple. For your eyes to graze its features meant that you’d finally embarked on your long-awaited destiny. It was now completely impossible to deny your future as you walked the same hallways once touched by the venerable Jedi from your holobooks, distinguished by the occasional reflective copper statue or architectural aspect mentioned historically by the figures themselves. Even the occasional wall-adorned ornaments referenced elements from The Order’s lore through circular symbolic imagery and calligraphic text.

A part of you felt guilty— inviting in these feelings of anticipation and excitement while murmured concerns echoed from the mouths of the subtly perturbed Jedi among you. They were continuing discussions on how this communications system infiltration may impact the war effort.

Even during the congregation before The Council, stood in a half circle at the top of The Great Hall’s large staircase, you heard the apprehensive whispers of those gathered around you.

How will this affect The Republic’s battle plans? We designed them months in advance. They will certainly need to be altered. Adapted to this new scenario.

The lack of a Jedi presence may bring up questions about The Order’s dedication to preserving peace throughout The Republic. What if allied worlds lose confidence in our commitment?

And how will this influence troop numbers? Without Generals at their side, we are sure to take heavy losses.

You remember exchanging a knowing look with Ahsoka as these musings continued. She’d happened to find you just as the announcement began this morning, delighted recognition bouncing from her cheeks. She gave you a subdued wave before deciding to stand to your right with an arm loosely resting on her waist for the rest of the assembly.

Earlier you’d learned that she’d just joined the war effort as Anakin’s Padawan in the last week. Add to that, only in the last few days had you discovered the war effort itself. In that sense, you both shared a certain inexperience with this breach— and a level of heightened worry from the more knowledgeable, yet troubled, Jedi surrounding you.

At the time, a brief recess in the sea of blurred mutterings came in the form of a confused inquiry from a rough, yet confident voice.

“I haven’t seen you around here before.”

You glanced to your left, observing the thick long locks of the man who was positioned beside you. His arms hung loosely to each side as he observed you curiously. Most notable was his bold face tattoo— a thick yellow line that crossed under his eyes and across his upper nose in proud fashion.

“I haven’t been here for a while. Long mission.” You explained nonchalantly.

The Jedi hummed as his brows ever so slightly creased in doubt. He took one step closer to you, perching a hand on each hip.

“I have a good memory,” he contended. “I’m sure I would’ve recognized you from a class when we were Initiates. What’s your name?”

You sensed Ahsoka take a step forward so that she could lean around you, addressing the Jedi.

“Their name’s Silvey, Master Vos,” she insisted. “The Council sent them on a very long mission as an observer and then a participant, starting when they were a youngling.”

You sent her a subtly grateful glance before adding to her justification.

“It’s likely we’ve never met.” You expounded.

Ahsoka’s defense incentivized him to withdraw as he leaned back onto his heels, a partial expression tugging at the corner of his mouth.

“We then, there’s no time like the present!” He granted before reaching out a hand. “I’m Quinlan Vos.”

Vos, Quinlan Vos, you thought carefully.

Qui-Gon once told you about him. He dedicated much of your studies not only to The Order’s history, but its present, including great Jedi like Grand Master Yoda, Master Windu, and his own Master Dooku. But he also mentioned some of the talented younger Jedi, like his own Padawans or certain younglings.

Yes, he had discussed Quinlan Vos with you for one of his more interesting force-sensitive talents. Specifically, his psychometric powers, which included the ability to seek out a being’s memories through touch.

And that was certainly a skill that would not be beneficial in your current state. You needed to keep your identity concealed, and a power like that could put that mission in danger.

Caution was essential around this individual, you thought.

You covertly stuck each hand into your robe’s pockets, nodding respectively at the Master Jedi.

“Nice to meet you,” you acknowledged before turning back toward The Council as the announcement continued.

You could only speculate about the slight annoyance that lined his features.

As your mind emerged from the cloud of the recent past, you refocused on the path ahead among the ruffling ocean of Jedi that continued down the walkway alongside you. Master Windu was expecting you in the Sparring Arena at any moment. Yet in this colossal structure, it became increasingly difficult to discern the correct path to take. You continued your search for the room, eyeing each doorway and dividing path, when a familiar voice sounded from behind.

“May I presume you’re lost?”

You glanced at Obi-Wan over your shoulder as he comfortably caught up to you, walking by your side before you both continued down the long hall.

“I thought I could find the Sparring Arena on my own,” you admitted humbly. “Seems like I could use some more of your first-rate guidance.”

The bearded Master faintly chuckled. “I’d be happy to oblige.”

The two of you strolled in silence as the crowd began to gradually thin, some groups took the occasional turn while others paused to continue their conversation in stasis.

“Thank you for the quarters, by the way,” you chirped with a glance, cutting the brief pause with a punch.

“The Temple has emergency quarters for situations like these.” He acknowledged calmly.

“There aren’t many situations like this.” You gingerly confessed.

You followed Obi-Wan as he led you around a corner, only to be met with a less embellished walkway. Eyes lowering, you listened to the full click of your boots as they met the marble floor in your smoother surroundings. In this instant, an air of nervousness touched your being in this strange silence. Due to a moment of inevitable occasional awkwardness among acquaintances, you excused.

“So, I take it you slept well?” He questioned.

“Yes, it was nice to rest without needing so many blankets.” You admitted, smiling at his personal curiosity. “The warmer atmosphere also gave me the opportunity for a costume change,” you jested, motioning toward your newly adorned grayish-brown robe, fit with an underlayer of charcoal-tinted long-sleeved tunic, tighter black pants, and thinner knee-tall boots. “I got them with Anakin after we split off last night in the district.”

“Somewhat more comfortable than your winter garments?” He inquired with a bright expression.

“And easier to move in,” you grinned before advertising accordingly with a little twirl.

While a few older Jedi gathered in near distances eyed your action with carelessly masked displeasure, Obi-Wan instead subtly hid his gaze from your view. In your quick recovery following the realization of billowing disapproval, you had failed to notice the warm smile that battled his efforts at obfuscation.

You did notice, however, when the kind Jedi glanced at you once more. “I wanted to ask if you may be available after your session with Master Windu. I was hoping to examine The Muntuur, with your counsel.”

“I’m actually going to be spending the rest of the day in the Jedi Archives,” you told him keenly. “Ahsoka is letting me borrow her study notes for the afternoon so that I can have some better guidance in catching up with recent history. But we’ll definitely find a time for The Muntuur.”

He nodded with bright eyes. “Of course.”

Soon, Obi-Wan’s pace slowed, bringing you both to a halt in front of two rather large gray double doors that stood at triple your height.

You couldn’t help the sudden nerves that crept up your arms like impatient goosebumps.

Maybe you were more affected by this soon-to-be meeting than you first realized, you thought. It would easily explain your earlier apprehensiveness.

But there was no need to be anxious, you tried to coax yourself. You knew that your skills were adequate enough to be in The Order. To go through this ‘test.’ You’d trained for years. Honing your connection to the force, your saber abilities, and your mind.

And you knew who you were— The Guardian, destined to aid The Chosen One. You had to join The Order at some point to complete that mission. But still, you couldn’t help the slight Hoth-like chill that graced the back of your neck.

Yet, you reached for the door.

“Be patient,” Obi-Wan advised as you wrapped your fingers around the cold, steel handle. “Master Windu may be somewhat austere, given your history.”

You smirked at the Jedi. “Trust me. If I learned anything from that colorful history, it’s the necessity of patience.”

He smiled softly, nodding to you before passing your rear, flushing the back of your ankle with the trail of his robe as he continued his stroll down the walkway. You briefly gazed at his departure, still feeling the shadow of that sudden touch as his quiet form receded before returning your gaze to the path ahead.

With a deep breath, you cleared your thoughts before tugging open the weighted door. Its rusted hinges creaked as the momentum cleared an opening just wide enough to slip through. You readjusted your grip on the other side, bringing the heavy gate closed with a whine and an echoing thud.

“You must be Silvey.”

You spun around toward a dark-skinned, bald Jedi with broad shoulders, a perpetual frown lining his features.

Briefly, you paused to take in your surroundings. The large, circular, two-tiered chamber seemed to dedicate the first level to training and the second to observation. At each of the room’s four corners stood towering dark hooded statues that stared down at the room’s center. A center skylight illuminated the main disk-shaped deck of the arena, stopping at the feet of each stoically silent monument.

“Yes,” you bowed regardfully. “And you must be Master Windu,” you concluded, raising your head to him.

The Master failed to return your greeting. Instead, he wandered to one side of the arena, briefly disappearing in the darkness at its outer region before the skylight caught him once more, like a moth encircling a flame.

“I will be testing your combat skills and mental capabilities,” he stated plainly.

You were rather thrown by his undeviating attitude, at least in comparison to the few other Jedi you’d met in the past days.

Anakin was high-spirited and furtively caring. Ahsoka was boisterous and loyal. Obi-Wan was kind, intelligent, and considerate.

You’d guessed that other Jedi would carry similar qualities. But despite the revelation, you knew better than most how to adapt.

“I understand.”

But there was also a feeling of appreciation that seeped into your consciousness. You didn’t interpret his expression as malicious or as any representation of ill will. Just unrelenting determination. Steadfast purpose. And those were inclinations you could very much identify with.

“Then let’s begin.”

Master Windu quickly unsheathed his lightsaber, its purple glow adding to the arena’s dimmed luminescence as it ignited. You did the same, activating your saber while it encircled you with muted tones.

He charged at you, saber aimed to strike at your figure. Firm stare unrelenting.

You lifted your own, blocking the blow with great strength, the clash creating a cobalt blue gleam at the point of impact. You pushed away his blade, spinning on your heel in a crouch to strike his other side. But he blocked it easily, forcing you to stand to deal your next move. Still, you walked him backward with blow after blow at each flank, the buzzing crack of sabers echoing in the chamber.

He thrust aside your last hit, using the combat opening to go on the offensive. His saber transformed into a purple fireball in its fast approach as he spun the blade in parallel rings. You defended against each one with a dodged block, attempting to leap into a better vantage point at any moment to initiate your own response.

But the instant felt light years away. Windu’s fighting style was uncompromising. His ferocious attacks left little room for reproach.

If there was any hope of winning this fight, you needed to compensate.

Windu threw a particularly strong blow down the center with both hands. You defended against it with all your might when you noticed the Master begin to lean in, a hand attempting to sneak around the blades to grab your hilt.

You propelled away his saber, forcing him back before he could take hold of your weapon. Windu, however, was undeterred as he continued his vigorous attack.

He launched at you again with a powerful shove from the Force as the purple blade neared at rocketing speed. You occluded the blow with a simplified twist of your saber, adapting your technique.

In that ever brief moment, with two blades balanced at a standstill, you noticed an ultra-fine, curious glint in the Master’s eye as his brows marginally slackened.

That half a second was short-lived as the duel continued. He slid your blade away, swinging his own toward your side. You obstructed it with the effortless inverted defense of your saber, gliding it up and away before circling your own weapon above your head to strike his other flank. Windu’s lightsaber came down zealously to hinder your action, his movements growing more fervent with each beat of your quickening heartbeat.

The battle progressed in a similar fashion. You remained on the defensive as Windu pursued you with belligerent strikes, blocking each blow with an uncomplicated, yet effective guard as he pressed you backward.

But as seconds became minutes, and minutes stretched into double digits, you noticed the older Jedi begin to tire. Windows into the offensive gradually became more frequent, invigorating you to take more chances as you cautiously incorporated elements from your previous form.

You launched at Windu, hurling acute cracks with Force-bolstered hops powering your blade.

His fatigue was reaching a leverageable height, you thought, as each hefty blow began to drag. The duel expanded past the hour mark, tempering his defensive thew.

A golden opportunity arose when one particularly nimble strike at his left gave the elder Jedi only a microsecond to respond. The lightsaber was considerably distant from your point of attack, pressuring the tip of his blade to take the brunt of your intense blow. His saber was thrown in a wayward direction, faintly loosening his grip with an audible grunt.

You took this chance to make your final assault, leaping into a clockwise spin as you brought your blade down toward his right flank.

However, before your saber could near the target, a hand shot out at you.

A sudden, powerful wave blew your frame midair, sending you soaring nearly fifteen feet away. Your saber was inactive the instant your side harshly banged against the lilac marble floor, the momentum sending you clattering down the arena in a spin as you lost hold of the weapon. It jangled away with a cacophony of metallic strikes as your nose met unceremoniously with the cold ground below.

After a few more turbulent rotations, you finally stilled on your back, groaning slightly as you rubbed your throbbing arm which stung from the initial impact.

Reorienting your senses, you began to heavily rise, only to be swiftly met with a purple incandescence inches from the bridge of your forehead, keeping you planted.

“Never underestimate your opponent’s abilities,” Mace advised as he moved the blade away from your face, deactivating it with a brief whir.

“No kidding…” you mumbled while massaging your rotating aching wrist

You felt a warm drip down your upper lip before a flavor of rusted copper consumed your taste buds. Using the back of your hand, you wiped away at the sensation, noticing a splotch of deep crimson smeared across two knuckles as you pulled away.

“Here.”

You looked up at Windu, eyes centering on his outstretched hand and the handkerchief clasped between two fingers.

You clutched it, bringing it down to clean your nose with a few swipes.

“Thank you,” you vocalized as your gaze raised again.

His arm remained extended toward you as his unyielding stare remained locked in expectation. You clasped his hand, allowing him to heave you up with ease.

“I am somewhat pleased with your fighting skills,” Master Windu stated as he strolled back toward the arena’s center, encouraging you to follow at his side.

“You have enough perceptiveness to alter your form when necessary.”

“When I noticed your Vaapad style, I knew that the fourth form wouldn’t be sustainable, which is why I adopted a Soresu response,” you explained thoughtfully.

The wise Jedi nodded impassively, yet you could tell under all that stoicism a hint of appreciation crept away from the corner of his eye.

“Your rationality will serve you well,” he remarked as he reached the center circle, pausing in front of you to bring your stroll to a halt.

“I also sense great turbulence in you.”

Your eyes remained locked on the elder Jedi, unaffected by the blatant truth.

“All Jedi have experienced turbulence at some point in their lives,” you defended.

“Another teaching by Master Qui-Gon?” He presumed dispassionately.

“Actually, yes.” You challenged. “I find ignoring those parts of ourselves more dangerous than experiencing them at all.”

You kept your stance firm as you stared down the disciplined Master, his brows raising in regard at your words.

“There may be hope for you yet,” he stated casually.

The Jedi Master soon lowered to the floor, crossing his legs as he centered his body. You followed his actions, mirroring that resting stance.

“Close your eyes,” he instructed. “And concentrate on your connection to the Force. Show me how your mind wields its power.”

You rested your eyelids, calming your life force as you reached into the essence of the Force floating around you. Shepherding it into your being, you embraced the tingly feeling while it resonated throughout your body. In short time, you loosened the reigns, allowing the gate of your mind to draw open.

After a few tense minutes, your ear tickled from the inquisitive hum that sounded before you.

“You have a powerful mind,” he mused aloud.

You felt a light pressure on your forehead as your meditative concentration continued. It endured for a few moments before dissipating into the Force.

A pregnant, cavernous silence followed that light tap on your being, lining your mind with slight confusion. You were unsure how to proceed. Did the guidance end here? Were you expected to continue on your own or were you done? Maybe he was ruminating?

Despite this perplexing instance, you thought it best to just continue your meditation and wait. You further relaxed into your stance. That was until a watching presence clouded your senses.

Gradually, you peeked out with one eye, immediately noticing Windu’s plain gaze.

“You will need to lower your defenses in order for me to do a more thorough examination of your abilities,” he explained.

You had proactively unbolted the lock to the steel door of your mind a while ago, you considered internally.

Your brows furrowed in confusion. “I *was* opening my mind,” you assured.

His head tilted in intrigue as he deliberated for a moment. “Most interesting.”

Outwardly, your face remained neutral. Your signature posturing stability. Your breathing displaying ease.

But in your mind, you couldn’t help the disconcertion that squeezed at your veins, pressurizing your heart.

You had always prided yourself on your deep relationship with the force, specifically your ability to control its connection to others. You suppose most of that effort went into keeping others out rather than letting them in, which in hindsight would explain your recent struggle in allowing beings’ traveling thoughts to pass.

But it still didn’t make any sense. That proficiency should go both ways. And you had truly felt like your mind had opened for Master Windu. Yet, he did not come to the same conclusion.

Your reality was distinct, it seemed. And it made you question yourself— was your mental connection to the Force as bridled as you believed? After experiencing an evening of foreign minds, losing your name by the command of a great council, and now confronting another internal unknown, you felt as if another piece of your identity was being chipped away in the early hours of this long-awaited destiny.

In a fleeting thought, you questioned how much of you would be left by the end.

But before you could delve deeper into the meaning or cause of this strange glitch, the Master stood abruptly, encouraging you to return to the present and do the same.

“We will pause here,” Windu announced before reaching into his robe.

He pulled out a small rounded gray device the size of a large credit and a small, silver packet

“What’s that?” You asked as he approached you.

“I need a sample of your blood,” he explained, motioning for you to hand him your arm.

You obliged, lifting the limb for him to grab. He raised the silver packet to his mouth, ripping it open with a bite before pulling out a thin white wipe. He removed it from its container before smoothing it across the middle of your inner arm, it’s cold chill wetting the skin. Windu exchanged the wipe with his device, placing it at the center of the cleaned area before pressing it down, causing a slight pinch. He stuck the materials back in his robe as you retrieved your arm, rubbing the injection spot.

“Master Yoda will be expecting you in The Temple training grounds tomorrow afternoon,” he informed you. “You are released.”

A touch of excitement rushed through your being. You’d always wanted to meet the Grand Master since you were a youngling. Listening to all those grand stories about him from Master Qui-Gon had its impact.

“Thank you, Master Windu.” You smiled gratefully.

He acknowledged your thanks with a meticulous nod, eyes glued to yours.

“May the Force be with you,” he wished you attentively.

You bowed at him appreciatively.

“May the Force be with you.”

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