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jjk; angel’s trumpet [04]

summary; one second, your life is flashing before your eyes and the next, you’re transported into a world exactly like your own. but the jungkook you meet in this world isn’t a renowned singer or your former almost-lover, in fact he has no clue who you are and why you know him so well. as you work to find your way home lost and confused, you conclude that you’re either dead or in the middle of the most wicked drug trip of your life. pairing; idol!jk x reader (f), alternatively film producer!jk x reader genre/warnings; fluff, angst, supernatural, idol!au, non-idol!au, alternate universes, themes of fate, language, alcohol consumption, mentions of smut in future chapters w.c; 5k a/n; lot of angst in this one!! if your heart aches i urge u to do what i do and hug some stuffies (my current fav stuffie is my bt21baby cooky) i hope u enjoy more of w1!jk, ty for all the love pls share and like if you enjoy!

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W1.

Jungkook is strongly advised not to visit you.

Jungkook has been strongly advised over the past two weeks not to visit you, despite the fact that visitors have been allowed since two days ago considering the fact that you are confirmed comatose.

A coma. You’re in a coma. It’s weird how much the notion echoes in Jungkook’s thoughts, constantly nudging the back of his mind like a petulant child wanting an out. He’s never met anyone who’s been in a coma before, the condition only reserved for late night melodramas and medical movies.

And in all of those shows, the person bedridden until further notice always looks like a wreck. He feels like ripping his heart out at the thought of you with tubes and liquids going in and out of your body, face ashen and devoid of any thought other than pain. He needed to see you, to support you even if you didn’t know.

After days of persistence and Namjoon’s inability to say no to Jungkook, Namjoon agreed to let Jungkook swing by the hospital after his solo recordings. He couldn’t get there fast enough, knowing Namjoon is already there and probably taking care of you.

He takes slow steps to your room, as if trudging through a sea of molasses. Careful to not let his combat boots strike the linoleum, he catches the tail end of a conversation. Your room is large enough for two patients, but so far you’re the only one checked in. There are three other people in your room, concealed by a thin curtain revealing them as shadows. Jungkook lingers behind, staring intently at the shadow of your figure laying in bed.

“How inhiberated was your friend the night of the incident?” Jungkook’s presuming it’s your nurse, going over protocol.

The second voice is Sehlyung, the bubbly coordinator who immediately befriended you the week you got hired. Her voice is no longer chipper, but strained and weak, as if she’s been crying for days.

“I don’t know exactly how much,” she sniffs, “but it was a lot. She had a rough day, I—I just wanted to help her forget a little,” her soft cries reverberate throughout the white-walled room. “I should’ve, I should’ve helped her upstairs. I knew how messed up she was and I left her alone!”

Jungkook’s fists clench beneath his hoodie, familiar moisture creeping into his eyes.

Sehlyung’s words felt like a jab to his form, already aching at the wounds in his own heart. It isn’t the answer the nurse wants, but it seems like the poor woman has been holding in a lot of pent up stress. Namjoon’s trying to placate her, and Jungkook can see the way he’s patting your friend’s shoulder in a gesture of comfort. “No one’s blaming you, so please don’t blame yourself,” Namjoon’s words are like a balm to the proverbial wound, “Nurse, is it possible to project how long it’ll take until she wakes up?”

“Hard to say,” your nurse replies, and has the decency to sound sad, “it could be weeks, or even months. Judging by her high amount of brain activity however, she’s predicted to awake with very minimal brain damage.”

Brain damage?

“Eventually her insurance will run out however, the longer we need to sustain her will depend on how much her cosigner—”

“Money will not be an issue,” Namjoon cuts in smoothly, almost sounding insulted that the nurse would even bring up such a thing. “We can’t put a price on our precious friend’s life.”

As much as Namjoon’s words alleviated Jungkook’s initial anxieties, the question still stands. Will you come out of this the same person you left? How long will that take, weeks, months, years? He’s extensively Googled before this, reading way too many WebMD articles that he probably shouldn’t have, effectively skewing his perception on the matter.

He fiddles with his hands in the kangaroo pocket of his sweater, clammy from the heat. You’re suffering, and just like Sehlyung, he’s trying very hard not to blame himself.

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W2.

Angel’s Trumpet Scientific Name: Brugmansia Order and Family: Polimonailes and Solanaceae Summary: A higher order of nightshade, the Angel’s Trumpet is a show-stopping pendulous flower that hangs like bells. In myth, they were prized as chimes holding magical properties. In modern use, Angel's Trumpets have occasionally been used to create recreational drugs, but the risk of overdose is so high that these uses often have deadly consequences.

So you’re either dead or in the middle of the most wicked drug trip of your life.

You push away from your MacBook, rolling over to your bed to mull. It’s near two in the morning, and you’ve channeled both your love for Buzzfeed Unsolved and your poster making skills in order to construct The Timeline.

Using your somewhat solid memory from the past two weeks and Hoseok’s own timeline from his daycare shift, you spent the entire night plotting as to why you’re in W2 and how you can leave.

Your plan of action is minimal, definitively so because there are no leads other than Sehlyung’s wine dealer, and Jungkook.

Something must’ve been in the angel’s wine, something dangerous. You remember the sky flickering that night, wondering if you were hallucinating or very drunk. Scientifically speaking however, if you really are under the influence of this flower, the hallucinogens should’ve left your body by now.

Unless it’s magic that brought you to this world. As absurd as it is, the notion of magic gets easier and easier to cite as the days go on.

And if it is some form of magic, something tells you that Jungkook has something to do with it. But why?

One: Jungkook’s birth flower, you muse. You think back to how vivid the ink appeared on Jungkook’s skin, how precious the design meant to him. It made you think back to your Jungkook, who couldn’t stop fidgeting as he was so excited to get some serious ink done when visiting a friend in Jeju island. How bright his face glowed after it healed and how proud he was to show it off.

Two: The last thing Jungkook said to you. How coincidental must it be for him to specifically cite your relationship could work in “another world”?

You’re definitely overheating your brain at this point, and you trudge yourself out of bed to make something to eat. If you were going to spiral, you were going to spiral with a full stomach.

The pot as the water starts to boil, crackling and bubbling angrily because you are impatient and cranked up the heat to high. An open ramen block sits on the counter, ready to be softened. Suddenly, the door unclicks and you point your fork at the door. Panic fills you, wondering who could be visiting at this hour.

“Home sweet home!” Taehyung cries, swinging the door open so hard that it reverbs and hits him in the forehead. However he is unfettered, flashing you a toothy smile as he dumps his luggage at his feet. “Care to open another ramen packet for me, roomie?”

You lower your fork, remembering that Taehyung’s due to come back sometime this week. “Welcome back,” you exhale, forcing a smile as you watch Taehyung arrange his mess in a corner, “did you have a good trip?”

“Yeah, Busan’s nice,” he replies easily, dumping his body on the couch. He looks the same, shaggy brown-black hair and mischievous chocolate eyes. He still has an affinity for earth tones and long coats that make his shoulders look good. Despite the fact that you always expect that their counterparts will look alike, it baffles you how easy it is to forget you’re not in your world. “What about you? Why’re up so late?”

“My thesis was bugging me,” you lie easily, “I’m gonna work on it in the library tomorrow.”

“Ah, is that why you’ve been ignoring Jimin’s texts?”

You stop swirling the noodles in your pot, looking up from your spot at the counter. “He told you?”

Truth be told, you haven’t been exactly comfortable conversing with Jimin. You feel a little bad if your alternate self had a thing for the young man, but you know in your heart you definitely did not hold any romantic or sexual attraction towards him.

“Duh. You’ve hurt his heart.”

You scoff, dividing the pale yellow noodles and soup between two bowls. “Jimin’s a big baby, that’s why.”

“C’mon, you love that big baby,” Taehyung jests, “have lunch with us tomorrow during his break,” his eyes are glued to the bowls in your hands, as you carefully walk over to place them on the coffee table. Like an eager puppy, he scrambles off the couch and onto the floor, joining you in your meal.

You bite back a sigh, stuffing your face with hot noodles to give yourself some time. It still grossed you out that you supposedly hooked up with Jimin on the regular, but at the possibility that you were potentially messing up your alternate universes’ life still held you back for telling Jimin to kindly stop sending dick pics.

“If you pick me up from the library tomorrow I’ll come,” you concede, “just don’t make it weird, okay? I’ve had a hard week.”

“Done,” and that became that.

Taehyung and you cite the silence as being exhausted from today’s events, and you two quickly scarfed down your meal and headed off to bed. Another day gone, and another day longer it takes for you to return to your world.

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“Your life’s totally an anime movie,”

As much as you love Hoseok’s support, the fact that he’s so excited is a little unnerving.

“You’re like an alien! Or Phil of the Future who’s trying to get back to his timeline!”

“Hoseok…”

“Right, right. Sorry. But think about it,” he jabs a finger in your notebook, citing the pastel pink sticky note where it’s crossed out. “If you fall in love with W2 Jungkook like W1 Jungkook implied, it’ll fulfill your prophecy and you can go back home! And then when you go back home, W1 Jungkook will realize he was being a pussy and then grovel at your knees for forgiveness and—”

“Please stop,” your head is throbbing. The fact that you’re talking about two Jungkooks is terrifying, because it was hard enough for you to handle one Jungkook on their own. “Even so, what’s to say that Jungkook and I really aren’t meant to be? It’s not like W1 Jungkook was wrong. He has a busy life and I know a romantic relationship could add extra stress on him.”

A little part of you felt good to tell another person about your struggles between Jungkook and yours’ unnamed relationship. Of course, you had to catch yourself sometimes when you delve a little too much. Hoseok after all, doesn’t know either Jungkook. You also forget yourself, often muttering a variant of “shut up Hobi you absolute Fruit Loop” when Hoseok gets too giddy. The Hoesok next to you is still just as new of a friend, not this co-worker you’ve spent the better half of two years with.

But back to his theory, while there was no symbolic chime that signaled the start, it grew into a slow, easy love, at least for you. As your and Jungkook’s feelings grew, the more your panic bubbled to the surface. Was it a risk you were both willing to take? Evidently not, from the way Jungkook had slammed the door in your face.

Another reason why you’re hesitant to test the falling in love theory—it’s too easy to fall in love with Jungkook all over again. It scares you. Without his music career in the way, what’s stopping you?

Hoseok squeezes your hand at the way you stare so intently into your timeline, sending you a tender smile, “Don’t think so hard. Even so, a little date won’t hurt, right?” he whispers, picking up his things, “text me if anything happens. My kids are coming soon.”

You give him a halfhearted wave, leaving him to his shift at the daycare. You were so engrossed with the influx of information yesterday that you failed to ask Jungkook for his phone number. This meant that you had to do some intense social media stalking in order to find him. If he’s anything like W1 Jungkook, you’re going to have a hard time finding any updates from him.

“Excuse me? Professor?”

Tilting your head from your notepad, you notice an undergrad had replaced the seat that Hoseok previously occupied. She’s a pretty thing, with long raven black hair and almond shaped eyes. You suddenly feel very ratty and underdressed as a professor, the leggings and oversized sweater with a questionable stain really giving off baked-potato vibes.

“Do… yeon?” you say, remembering her from an email thread you sent a while ago.

She beams, “Yeah! I’m so glad I found you. I know Professor Kim said he’d be absorbing your classes since you’re on leave, but I really need help with my final draft. Professor Kim tried to help me and…”

“Let me guess,” you smirk, “his thoughts were way too convoluted and you need me to get straight to the point.”

Doyeon snaps her fingers, “Exactly!”

While apprehensive with medical knowledge, you can still find confidence in your essay grading skills. You spend the next half hour looking over Doyeon’s paper, pointing out how things she could improve on or articles she could cite. Soon enough, Doyeon texted two other members for her study group, saying that it’s a once-in-a-semester-offer to get some time with you.

And you’re baffled at how easy it is to fall into this professor role. It makes you believe that if you really wanted to, being a professor would also be a perfect job for you. The students are buzzing around your table, excitedly whispering how happy they are to work with you after so long, and that they miss the way you teach your lectures. For two blissful hours, you forget your circumstance and keep your focus entirely on your students.

A loud, obnoxious cough breaks you and your students out of their work bubble. Taehyung is tapping his Valentino loafers impatiently, holding a very large back of what seemed to be you and Jimin’s lunch.

“Sorry kiddos,” Taehyung sing songs, already stuffing your work stuff in your bag, “she promised to go out and have lunch with mature adults.”

“We’re literally like, a couple years younger than you,” Chan scrunches his face, sending you a pleading look.

“Sorry Chan, I did say I was going to have lunch,” you concede, “but please email me if you have any more questions. Otherwise, you’re right on track!”

You wave at the thankful students happily, and Taehyung literally has to drag you out by the arm and shove him into his Uber before you could relent.

“Damn girl,” Taehyung chuckles, relieved to finally get you out of the library, “you didn’t hear me the first three times I was calling you. Chan looked like he was about to rip my head off!”

You shrug lightly, “What can I say, the time really flew with them.”

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What a coincidence, you’re in the same place he is, again. More specifically, his new workplace.

How is it possible that you have so many handsome friends? Jungkook is baffled by the way Park Jimin and the dark-haired friend feed you fries like you’re their precious daughter. In response, you scrunch up your nose and push them off, instead deciding to shove five fries in your mouth all at once.

As much as he wanted to ask you out since you admired his tattoos yesterday, he can’t find it in him to go up and interrupt your lunch. Besides, he has work and he doesn’t want to complicate things if Jimin finds out he was the one responsible for nearly running you over the other day.

If he walks fast enough, he can avoid any awkward interaction and make it to his office so he can give the day’s full report—

“Jungkook! Get your cute butt over here and meet my friends!”

Crap.

Trying not to glare daggers at his new co-worker, he places a thin smile on his face as he moves to your table in the corner of the cafeteria. He lets Jimin give the whole spiel on how he hired him, and Jungkook decides to hover awkwardly while the rest of you are sitting. The sun filters its way through the windows and bleeds brightly onto your body, making his throat dry and constrict in awe. Your expression is definitely more positive since that time at the library, and he wonders what he has to do to reach that level of contentment you’re sporting.

“Guys, this is Jungkook. I just hired him last week. He’s like my son.”

“Ewh,” the dark haired guy upturns his nose. “But hi, I’m Taehyung.”

While Jimin goes into detail about how amazing he found his work, he can’t help but notice the fond smile that melts upon your face as you listen intently to Jimin. Jungkook wants to archive that expression on your face and save it to memory, the way you look so pretty with your chin nestled in your hand, turning your head slightly to gaze at him with a look of what—pride? Affection?

“You sound like quite the artist,” you muse, “I would love to see some of your work if Jimin says it’s that good.”

He rubs his head bashfully, clutching the camera hanging on his chest like an anchor. “Oh no, I’m just starting out,” he replies shyly, although he would be lying if he said he didn’t crave the attention you were bestowing on him.

“He’s actually going out to Dongdaemun to get some stuff done for his portfolio,” Jimin pipes up, “hopefully get some good content for the commercial he’s filming.”

“Oh, do you mind if I tag along?” you ask, picking at a hangnail, “I’ve always been so curious about the producing process.”

Jungkook’s eyes dart between Jimin and his friend, noticing the telepathic conversation they’re exchanging between you two. Jungkook’s palms start to sweat, not because Jimin definitely wants to probe, but because you made the first move. You pay no mind to the boys, nonchalantly pushing in your chair as you practically float to Jungkook’s side.

“Wait,” Taehyung recovers first, “you know him?”

You agree with a vague wave of your hand, “we work in the same area.”

Jungkook knows for a fact that’s not true, as you only started appearing in his life when he almost knocked you out. But Jungkook can only nod like a bobblehead, not wanting to get into the nitty-gritty.

“I promise to stay out of your way,” you say, “but don’t feel pressured if you don’t want me to go at all!”

“No no, I want you to come!” and Jungkook raises his voice a little too high to be deemed mannerly, and he watches you step back a bit at the sudden intrusion. His face is on fire, especially when there’s a little smirk grazing your lips.

“Well if you want me, you’ll have me.” you flirt, gesturing for him to take the lead.

Jimin and Taehyung’s faces have fallen flat. There’s a stray bit of limp lettuce hanging sadly from Jimin’s lip as he watches Jungkook escort you out of the building. Meanwhile, Jungkook is swallowing the biggest smile on his face. He’s going to spend the rest of the day with you. He doesn’t know if he’s going to get a decent shot in because you’re a definite distraction, but it’s totally worth it if he can get to know you a little better.

You mention that you haven’t walked around Seoul in a while. Jungkook wants to ask more about it, but as open as you display yourself, there’s definitely something guarding you. Jungkook wants to chalk it up behind the whole fiasco of mistaking him for someone else the other day, so he doesn’t want to step on those eggshells again.

But Jungkook is here to work. So he tells you to walk on and lead the way to Dongdaemun while he gets ample footage of the city.

He’s taking pictures of you along the way, but he decides to leave that part out. He likes the way your long red dress swishes in the breeze, the tail end of the fabric brushing against his legs whenever he gets too close.

You stop in front of a pet store, face glowing as you point to their aquarium tank. “Look!” you cry, tugging his sleeve over as if you’re long lost friends, “it’s my boi Nemo!”

He cracks up at your joke, as you excitedly shout to Jungkook that “you found your son!” and it spurs him on to continue his peals of laughter. The joke isn’t that funny but it’s humorous enough coming from you and the smile on your face is enough for him to return one equally as big.

“C’mon,” his fingers brush over the bare skin of your forearm, sending sparks straight to his heart, “it’s getting dark. Just keep swimming.”

Jungkook manages to get some good sunset content before the sky turns navy. He’s not a big fan of photographic tourism spots, but Jimin insisted that the big boss wanted a specific style for their company and he needed to get used to making the usual seem unique.

Looking over his shoulder, he sees you swinging your legs on a nearby bench. You’re munching on a bubble waffle, cheeks puffed as you concentrate on the Cheonggyecheon stream, water babbling.

He’s about to ask you if you want him to take a picture of you, because he thinks you would look beautiful with your dress billowing as you hop over the stones, but he notices the sadness in your face as you gaze at the water.

Lowering his camera, he sees the way your chewing slows, as if you don’t feel like putting anymore effort in the action. Your dimmed gaze seems to peer into a different world, as if you could dive right into the water and transport yourself far, far away from here.

Jungkook takes tentative steps, crouching down from your space at the bench so he would have to look up at you. His hand hovers to balance himself on your thigh, but he thinks better of it and decides to hold onto the wood.

“Can I ask you something?”

He doesn’t comment on the strain in your smile, “Sure.”

“Do I remind you of y’know, him? Your Jungkook?”

Your smile increases, and he doesn’t expect it. Shifting over, you pat the space next to him. It’s a tight fit, and your thighs brush his. “Yes and no. It doesn’t hurt or anything, really,” you answer softly, and you reach for his hand, pulling the long sleeves apart to reveal his tiger lily tattoo. He doesn’t believe your excuse for a damn second, but decides better than to speak against you. “He’s still around, even if he isn’t here. I guess I was just thinking about how we could never go out like this.”

He tenses under your ministrations, and you immediately pick up on it like a sixth sense. “I’m not trying to replace him,” you add, and he tries to relax as you trace the petals on his arm, “I’m sorry if you felt that way. But it’s... impossible to compare you to him, really.”

“So, would you be interested in seeing me again?”

“I’d be upset if you weren’t, Kook.” you manage to pout, and you slide your hand down to thread your fingers between his. “Can I take you out on a date?”

“Only if I can take you out on one after.”

And it’s easy for the both of you to forget your circumstances, at least for tonight.

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Jungkook drops you off at your apartment soon after, and it feels nice to kick off your shoes and place your bare feet on your soft carpet.

Your roommate’s feet are propped up, covered by a fuzzy grapefruit-colored blanket. Taehyung stretches his head from the couch to throw you a teasing smile, “Sooo, how was your night?”

Instead, you point a finger at the flatscreen playing some Korean drama. “Is that Jin?” you balk.

Taehyung cranes his neck to where he paused the drama. The man on the screen is definitely Kim Seokjin, judging from the plush lips and irritatingly symmetrical face. He looks absolutely comical in his Joseon get up and mustache, and you’re not surprised that he made it to the acting industry.

“Kim Seokjin? Yeahhhh,” Taehyung melts, relaxing into the couch, “that man is so fine I just want him to bend me over that little well and—”

You physically gag, causing Taehyung to break into peals of laughter, forgetting about his fruitless celebrity crush. Only you would never forget this interaction, the words currently searing into your memory at the thought of seeing Seokjin and Taehyung in the same room when you manage to return. “So?” he goads, “Jungkook? He looked like a scared bunny when Jimin glared at him.”

“It was… good,” you settle as an answer, reaching over to ruffle Taehyung’s messy bed head. “I like him, Tae.”

“That’s good,” Taehyung nods, “you deserve more happiness in your life.”

“You think so?”

“I know so!” Taehyung jerks up, punching his fist in the air. You giggle at his antics, and he ushers you over to the couch, “good things are coming, y/n. I can feel it.”

You don’t tell him, but you can feel it too. Sharing his blanket you snuggle further into the couch, asking questions about the famous actor Kim Seokjin and his litany of dramas he’s filmed under his belt. Tonight, falling asleep next to Taehyung, you have the best night’s sleep in weeks.

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W1.

Jungkook sits in your sickness.

Namjoon says he doesn’t have to, doesn’t need to stay the night. You’ll be fine, your family will come in the morning and care for you. For once, Jungkook tucks his tail and says he wants to, even compromises to bring his work so he doesn’t miss a deadline.

But he can barely get a bar in because he’s too focused on you, your form all-encompassing as he makes sure you’re well-taken care of. Sehlyung dropped off your things from the apartment, carefully packed neatly in a duffle bag you’ve never used.

Soft, lo-fi hip hop plays from his computer speakers as he takes the time to nurture you, care for you. It’s dark outside, the only light emanating from the hallway and a dim desk lamp. He’s done his research, making sure to keep you as clean as you would like to be. He brushes your hair, takes the time to remove the tangles and pin it out of your face. His hands are slightly greasy when he’s done, and his hand falls to your hospital sleeve.

“I wonder how I should wash your hair,” he says aloud, “maybe I can get a small basin or something? It’s not the first time I washed your hair, remember when you sprained your arm after we snuck around in Dongdaemun?” he smiles at your peaceful expression, neutral, “you were such a baby, didn’t feel like shampooing with one hand.”

Talking is also good, too. They say that sometimes the patient can hear and recall conversations family and friends have shared. It’s a little jarring to them, almost like they’re drowning in their heads and unable to bubble up to the surface to reply, but it’s still reassuring to hear familiar voices.

He massages your limbs with lavender scented baby lotion, making sure your body isn’t wasting away and stretches your fingers and toes. You’d have a fit if you didn’t do your whole lotion routine daily, wanting to be soft and huggable at all times of the day. He puts on a pair of pink bunny socks, making sure your feet don’t get too cold in the sterile room.

Running out of things to talk about, he settles for singing along to his playlist, knowing how much you loved to fall asleep to the sound of his voice. He’s tired and he doesn’t feel one-hundred percent, but he hopes you appreciate the sentiment either way.

Weaving through the wires and cords that sustain you he places your hand in his larger one. Jungkook wishes he could care for you everyday like this, treat your body like a temple and wait for you to wake up. Resting his head on the mattress, his soft locks brush against your thigh unkempt as he focuses on tracing words on your palm.

Lavender. Chicken. Netflix.

Your nurse steps in, giving Jungkook a polite wave as she does her nightly rounds. He mumbles a half-hearted greeting in response, immersed in working between the lines on your soft skin as he traces character by character. Your nurse is quick with her work as she checks things off on her iPad and checks the machines that keep them informed. As if she’s intruding on an intimate moment, she types her findings faster.

JK. y/n. Still with you. Sorry. Love.

Your hand twitches in his grasp. It’s minuscule, a brief curl of your fingers. The pad of your thumb barely brushes his knuckle and Jungkook’s reeling. It’s only half a second, but Jungkook cries “whoa!” and sits up straight, startling your nurse, “she’s moving!”

Your nurse smiles sadly at the sparkles of hope in his eyes. “It’s only muscle spasms, Jungkook. It happens sometimes,” and she catches herself before Jungkook’s shoulders deflate and sink into the floor, “but see her eyes?”

He blinks, watching as the nurse gestures to your face. She’s right, your eyes are movie, flickering back and forth. Your lids may not be open, but the movement is there.

“She’s either dreaming or really listening to you, Jungkook,” your nurse murmurs fondly, “make sure you keep her entertained, being in a coma is awfully boring.”

Jungkook thanks her, sending a terse smile as she whisks herself away. He squeezes your hand firmly, wishing you would give him another sign. He feels like he’s chasing you now, reaching out to you, talking to you in hopes you’ll reply. It’s ironic, considering this time he’s not sure if you’ll turn around this time, bounce back as you once were.

Wiping the wetness from his eyes, he tucks you in and scoots his chair closer to your bed. “Wake up soon, yeah? We’re waiting for you,” he whispers, holding your hand next to his head as he tries to fall asleep.

Tonight, he’s dreamless.

#jungkook fic #bts fic #goldenclosetnet #jungkook fluff #jungkook angst #jungkook scenarios #bts scenarios

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h-sleepingirl · 4 years

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Personal Reflection on Hypnosis and Magic

I was fairly obsessed with magic as a child. I grew up in a secular household -- my mother’s side was mixed Christian but she didn’t inherit the beliefs and my father’s side was Jewish but not observant. We did Christmas and Chanukah and Easter for a little while but just as a cultural practice; we never went to church or synagogue and we never even had conversations about God.

I liked fantasy novels a lot, and I liked Harry Potter, and for a bit of time around age 8 I was making a concerted effort to transform into a unicorn. I found sticks outside and pretended they were wands with the neighborhood kids. Fairly standard. It was no surprise that when I started wondering if I should attempt to connect to spirituality in some way as a teen I discovered Neopaganism and Wicca. It was a lot of shy reading in the 130 section at the library and keeping a Book of Shadows and learning how to meditate and all the bells and whistles of ritual and correspondences.

I remember sneaking outside and kneeling in the grass in the backyard under the moon, I remember going to Salem for the first time. I felt like sometimes maybe I was communicating with gods or divine powers but I never was able to buy in, despite completing my year-and-a-day dedication and making the actions a part of my life for several years, on and off. Starting to smoke weed in college refreshed my curiosity and reinforced belief to some degree, of course, but eventually, I had to come to terms with the fact that this wasn’t something I should force myself to do if I didn’t truly feel a connection to it.

But though I dropped the label and identification, the rituals of Wicca (and Feri witchcraft, which I had started exploring) had filled a role for me that childhood religion does for most. They became something I was comfortable conceptualizing, something that I had gained innate familiarity with, even if I ultimately eschewed the spiritual and metaphysical.

Hypnosis was never connected to that, for me; it felt sacrilegious to make an association between something that was supposed to be sacred and divine and something that was, for a long time, a shameful part of my sexuality. But it was around the same time that I was earnestly practicing magic that I began really studying and doing hypnosis.

A partner of mine at that time -- with whom I was doing hypnosis -- asked me, “Isn’t hypnotic trance the same thing as meditation?”

Naively, I vehemently disagreed.

The big-name NLP practitioners are obsessed with calling what they do “magic.” “The Structure of Magic,” “Frogs Into Princes,” etc. Their books are filled to the brim with the metaphor that people who use language effectively are wizards, because language is a representation of the world and has the capability to transform (or “trance-form,” as they say).

I struggled with hypnosis for a long time -- both trancing others and being tranced myself -- for a variety of reasons. But one of them was that I always felt like other people wanted to do stuff with hypnosis, while I just wanted to do hypnosis itself. For a while even when I was more comfortable in my skin, I described myself as “boring” -- I liked things like fractionation and really deep trance and control, but I struggled with articulating if I had attractions to specific activities. Doll play? Sure, I guess that’s fun. Oh, is the induction over already? Ok…

This mirrored an issue I had while practicing Wicca -- spells were always meant to do something, invite love, heal, connect with the divine, whatever. But while I often wanted to do magic, I had a difficult time deciding on what to do with it. This was made even more complex when I realized I was likely stuck as a nonbeliever -- why did I sometimes return to the rituals, and what was I trying to achieve? How could I incorporate it into my life without feeling disingenuous?

Even up until a year ago, when I tried out tarot and kept asking the cards, “What is my relationship with magic?” -- twofold, looking for an answer (that never came), as well as to have the opportunity to simply try to read cards when I had no actual pressing questions I could think of (ironic).

Bandler et al, as well, work within a model where goals and change are the purpose of magic.

What I was seeking, the whole time, was not using any of these processes for anything, but simply to feel the thing I felt while doing them that was both difficult to illustrate and uniquely recognizable, unlike anything else.

Once I realized this, I used to try to describe it in hypnosis as that I wanted to focus on the induction, or that I didn’t care what we did, or that “change” wasn’t important to me. But that’s not accurate, either. Transformation, manifestation sates that desire when done in a certain way -- surely then I think that NLP perfectly describes my model?

My hesitation there is that I think for myself, it is the pure exhilaration from doing the thing that is what feels like the sweet spot, and it’s not dependent on what direction it goes, what form it takes, or what goal is being achieved.

For me, that feeling of “doing magic” and “doing hypnosis” are completely interchangeable. It is a pure thrill. It is a specific feeling in my mind and body that I can attempt to describe but can never fully enunciate. It changes and shifts but it is always recognizable on some level.

It is much more like doing recreational drugs than it is about prescribing something. Purely hedonistically, I am seeking a high.

I don’t believe in magic. I have had a handful of experiences in my life that have made me deeply question that at times, and they are experiences that I have never reconciled, but that is sort of besides the point. Nothing has ever pushed me into a place where I am able to fully embrace the concept that magic exists in any real sense.

But when I do hypnosis, it is impossible not to work within this model. How else am I supposed to describe what it feels like when I look at someone and know what they are thinking, or I just imagine my will suppressing theirs and their eyes flutter, or I think about what I want and my mouth starts moving elegantly in a way that makes it happen? In kinesthetic hypnosis, it is almost too much. My muscle memory is to do things like manifest energy flowing into and through my fingers, affecting my partner, and it was years of trying rituals like blue fire Feri meditations that made that so easy to feel.

It is not that I can make an easy statement like “hypnosis is magic.” It is not literally true. But as a metaphor, it holds a lot of potency. And magic is a powerful and ubiquitous metaphor; it is culturally ingrained in us in the stories we tell and our history. It is vague; there is no universal definition of it, which allows us to stretch it extensively and apply it wherever we feel it fits.

Metaphor itself is a type of magic, and this is one area where my thoughts about the metaphysical qualities of hypnosis shine through. Magic is about symbolism. We use objects, words, actions that we assign meaning to in order to manifest something. Herbs are purported to have affinities for different concepts so we include them in ritual -- and it’s not just that those affinities are inherent; there is meaning behind the correspondences that works best when we understand it. Similarly, when we are attempting to relate a concept to someone, we often do so indirectly, by telling a story, by creating metaphors or associations.

I don’t believe in magic, so to some degree, when I do it, that action is metaphorical. I am using actions that I don’t literally believe to hold any power in order to find a feeling; I am telling a story about a journey in order to find a real destination. This holds true to one of my beliefs, that symbols themselves hold little to no objective meaning. NLP and Alfred Korzybski say, “The map is not the territory; the word is not the thing; this is not a pipe; there is no objective truth.” Our entire world is made of symbols and metaphors that we all have to buy into in order to function as humans. We assign values to things that intrinsically have much different or nonexistent value -- prices, nostalgia, connotation. A magical symbol, in my eyes, is only as powerful as the connections we’re able to make with it in our minds. Color associations are symbolic. The action of casting a circle is symbolic.

Words are symbols as well, and I do drink the Kool-aid with NLP on this, to some degree. I think about how words are dependent on a vast, intangible amount of variables in order to settle on their presumed, subjective interpretation by a listener or reader. We do this processing as well as thinking about our intent unconsciously, for the most part. If I assume that language is at least partially representative of our experiences and worlds, that gives communication a lot of power, and sure, yes, fine, that smells like magic to me, I’ll take your 20th tired book now Mr. Bandler, sir.

So to some degree the metaphor of magic is about things that are too big, or too grand, or too unknowable to talk about concretely. We often say something is magical when it is difficult or impossible to explain any other way. I can talk plenty about unconscious reading and microexpressions and altered states and language patterns and any number of artifacts that factor into hypnosis, but although it’s fascinating to know about them and helpful to consider and learn, I don’t often think about them when it actually comes down to it. I used to, but not for a while, and there is surely something to be said there for what “becoming experienced” means in both concepts.

It connects to when I think about what things we tend to call “magical” in hypnosis. When I respond without conscious effort, when something is “too fast,” when I feel like I can just purely make someone do something amazing. Sure, it can be easy enough to pick those apart and use academic language and explain them, but sometimes I drive myself insane trying to do that when I just want to say, “It’s magic; it feels like magic.”

After leaving my exploration of witchcraft for a while, I ended up adopting parts of it back into my life. I had more connection to the holidays on the Wheel of the Year than any others, really, and Wiccan ritual feels natural to me. I don’t call myself a witch, and I struggled for a long time looking for a label that fits what I do.

When I picked it back up, it was for a Samhain (Halloween) ritual to show my partner. It had been years, but I felt more comfortable casting a circle and doing all the things than I ever had been. I realized that my magic practice had begun to look a lot more like my hypnosis practice. I was speaking and acting unconsciously, simply filtering whispers of my intent through my words and actions. I had no plan and was following no script, but I knew what to do and say. We were both in very deep trance and we could feel the boundary of the circle as a physical thing, the air buzzing. It was the first moment that I had allowed a harmonious marriage between my knowledge of witchcraft and my practice of hypnosis, and I got the druglike thrill that I always seek. We sat in the circle for an hour, unbeknownst to us.

I did some searching to try to find if others had a similar experience or worldview. The best I could describe what I was doing was “psychological magic” or “witchcraft-flavored hypnosis.” I found very little; chaos magic and secular witchcraft were not what I was searching for.

Despite feeling a little lost, the experience reignited my desire for magical ritual. It has always been complicated to go through the motions that logically have no objective power to me, and saying that I give them power feels like a cop-out when I feel like I give them nothing. To some degree, equating it to hypnosis on any level feels like a crutch, but it’s one I’m used to; after all, there is plenty of me that doesn’t really believe in hypnosis, either -- “Hypnosis is bullshit.”

But “spellwork” became the most effortless thing in the world to me when it used to be so careful and unsure and measured. I take my props, I think about what they could symbolize, I think about how they connect to all the other ingredients available to me. I assign value and meaning through those connections and logic in a pattern my brain knows all too well. It is just like manipulation, and I use that to feel things. Creating rituals is just like giving a good suggestion; identify the message of the utterance and craft something poignant and poetic with the tools at hand to give it meaning. In hypnosis, the tools are your place in the story/trance, your vocabulary, the tone, the props, your history and the history of the person you’re with. In magic, the tools are the same, but possibly with a different flavor. A hypnotic tool is the logic that the word “deeper” is a sensory-rich word; a magical tool is the logic that clockwise motion can be equated to “more.” Both tools are malleable.

I mentioned poetry, and I think for me, one of the most important parts of good magic (and good hypnosis) is that it’s beautiful in some way. Wicca, like other religions, puts emphasis on reverence. Even many secular witches will be awed by nature and use that as a motivating force. Magic is not inherently naturalistic for me, even though I borrow the aesthetic. I don’t necessarily seek that kind of divine wonderment, but my attraction is adjacent.

My desires with magic are incredibly reflective of my desires with hypnosis -- power. Blind desire for power, whether to have it or have it taken away from me. It sounds evil to write it out, but at its base level it’s much less about anything but a simple feeling. It feels good and heady and awe-filled, and while on some level that’s sexually driven, I think it might also come from another, deeper place.

I still get uncomfortable when magical rituals feel too sensual, and there is a similar discomfort when hypnosis scenes feel too spiritual, but the latter is easier than the former. Generally, I still don’t know “what” to do when I do magic -- I only know “how” to do it. And not to mention “why” I would do magic if I don’t believe in it.

There’s a lot left that I haven’t reconciled. I suppose from a very broad lens, trying to codify the connections I feel between these two concepts is an attempt to make it easier to think about from a variety of different perspectives. I think about how I got over the phase of calling myself “boring” with hypnosis for only seeking feelings, not concepts, and think maybe that will help me with magic. I think about how I became more comfortable over time with my motivations to do hypnosis -- then less comfortable, then more comfortable. A key of my self-growth has always been recognizing and accepting my cyclical nature. (Wicca might say something about moon phases or a myriad of other natural cycles here; hypnosis and NLP might say something about patterns.)

To some degree, these kinds of explorations are valuable because they force us to limit our frames of reference as well. I barely touched upon connected ideas like religion or kink as a whole, how teaching and writing play in, my skill with self-hypnosis (surprisingly low) or connection to mesmerism/magnetism, and so much more. But it’s approaching nebulous concepts like this in a variety of different ways where we find answers, because often we don’t really even know what questions we should be asking.

I hope you enjoyed this piece! There was of course a lot I wanted to say and I’m very interested if this sparks any ideas or conversations -- when I first talked about this on Twitter, I was happily surprised how many folks had some similar thoughts or experiences and wanted to relate.

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Alright, time for some pretentious sociological-esque rambling. This is gonna be long as hell (its 1822 words to be specific) and I don’t begrudge anyone for not having the patience to read my over-thought perspectives on a murder clown. CWs for: child abuse,

I think a lot of things have to go wrong in someone’s life for them to decide to become a clown themed supervillain. A lot of people in Gotham have issues but they don’t become the Joker. I think that as a writer it’s an interesting topic to explore, and this is especially true for roleplaying where a character might be in different scenarios or universes. This isn’t some peer reviewed or researched essay, it’s more my own personal beliefs and perspectives as they affect my writing. I think villains, generally, reflect societal understandings or fears about the world around us. This is obviously going to mean villains shift a lot over time and the perspective of the writer. In my case, I’m a queer, fat, mentally ill (cluster B personality disorder specifically) woman-thing who holds some pretty socialist ideas and political perspectives. My educational background is in history and legal studies. This definitely impacts how I write this character, how I see crime and violence, and how my particular villains reflect my understandings of the society I live in. I want to get this stuff out of the way now so that my particular take on what a potential origin story of a version of the Joker could be makes more sense.

Additionally, these backstory factors I want to discuss aren’t meant to excuse someone’s behaviour, especially not the fucking Joker’s of all people. It’s merely meant to explain how a person (because as far as we know that’s all he is) could get to that point in a way that doesn’t blame only one factor or chalk it up to “this is just an evil person.” I don’t find that particularly compelling as a writer or an audience member, so I write villains differently. I also don’t find it to be particularly true in real life either. If you like that style of writing or see the Joker or other fictional villains in this way, that’s fine. I’m not here to convince anyone they’re wrong, especially not when it comes to people’s perspectives on the nature of evil or anything that lofty. Nobody has to agree with me, or even like my headcanons; they’re just here to express the very specific position I’m writing from.

The first thing I wanna do is set up some terms. These aren’t academic or anything, but I want to use specific and consistent phrasing for this post. When it comes to the factors that screw up someone’s life significantly (and in some instances push people towards crime), I’ll split them into micro and macro factors. Micro factors are interpersonal and personal issues, so things like personality traits, personal beliefs, mental health, family history, where and how someone is raised, and individual relationships with the people around them. Macro factors are sociological and deal with systems of oppression, cultural or social trends/norms, political and legal restrictions and/or discrimination, etc. These two groups of factors interact, sometimes in a fashion that is causative and sometimes not, but they aren’t entirely separate and the line between what is a micro vs macro issue isn’t always fixed or clear.

We’ll start in and work out. For this character, the micro factors are what determine the specifics of his actions, demeanor, and aesthetic. I think the main reason he’s the Joker and not just some guy with a whole lot of issues is his world view combined with his personality. He has a very pessimistic worldview, one that is steeped in a very toxic form of individualism, cynicism, and misanthropy. His life experience tells him the world is a cold place where everyone is on their own. To him the world is not a moral place. He doesn’t think people in general have much value. He learned at a young age that his life had no value to others, and he has internalized that view and extrapolated it to the world at large; if his life didn’t matter and doesn’t matter, why would anyone else’s? This worldview, in the case of my specific Joker, comes from a childhood rife with abandonment, abuse, and marginalization. While I will say he is definitively queer (in terms fo gender expression and non conformity, and sexuality), I’m not terribly interested in giving specific diagnoses of any mental health issues. Those will be discussed more broadly and in terms of specific symptoms with relation to how they affect the Joker’s internal experience, and externalized behaviours.

His childhood was, to say the least, pretty fucked up. The details I do have for him are that he was surrendered at birth because his parents, for some reason, did not want to care for him or could not care for him; which it was, he isn’t sure. He grew up effectively orphaned, and ended up in the foster care system. He wasn’t very “adoptable”; he had behavioural issues, mostly violent behaviours towards authority figures and other children. He never exactly grew out of these either, and the older he got the harder it was to actually be adopted. His legal name was Baby Boy Doe for a number of years, but the name he would identify the most with is Jack. Eventually he took on the surname of one of his more stable foster families, becoming Jack Napier as far as the government was concerned. By the time he had that stability in his mid to late teens, however, most of the damage had already been done. In his younger years he was passed between foster families and government agencies, always a ward of the government, something that would follow him to his time in Arkham and Gotham’s city jails. Some of his foster families were decent, others were just okay, but some were physically and psychologically abusive. This abuse is part of what defines his worldview and causes him to see the world as inherently hostile and unjust. It also became one of the things that taught him that violence is how you solve problems, particularly when emotions run high.

This was definitely a problem at school too; moving around a lot meant going to a lot of different schools. Always being the new student made him a target, and being poor, exhibiting increasingly apparent signs of some sort of mental illness or disorder, and being typically suspected as queer (even moreso as he got into high school) typically did more harm than good for him. He never got to stay anywhere long enough to form deep relationships, and even in the places where he did have more time to do that he often ended up isolated from his peers. He was often bullied, sometimes just verbally but often physically which got worse as he got older and was more easily read as queer. This is part of why he’s so good at combat and used to taking hits; he’s been doing it since he was a kid, and got a hell of a lot of practice at school. He would tend to group up with other kids like him, other outcasts or social rejects, which in some ways meant being around some pretty negative influences in terms of peers. A lot of his acquaintances were fine, but some were more... rebellious and ended up introducing Jack to things like drinking, smoking cigarettes, using recreational drugs, and most important to his backstory, to petty crimes like theft and vandalism, sometimes even physical fights. This is another micro factor in that maybe if he had different friends, or a different school experience individually, he might have avoided getting involved in criminal activities annd may have been able to avoid taking up the mantle of The Joker.

Then there’s how his adult life has reinforced these experiences and beliefs. Being institutionalized, dealing with police and jails, and losing what little support he had as a minor and foster child just reinforced his worldview and told him that being The Joker was the right thing to do, that he was correct in his actions and perspectives. Becoming The Joker was his birthday present to himself at age 18, how he ushered himself into adulthood, and I plan to make a post about that on its own. But the fact that he decided to determine this part of his identity so young means that this has defined how he sees himself as an adult. It’s one of the last micro factors (when in life he adopted this identity) that have gotten him so entrenched in his typical behaviours and self image.

As for macro factors, a lot of them have to do specifically with the failing of Gotham’s institutions. Someone like Bruce Wayne, for example, was also orphaned and also deals with trauma; the difference for the Joker is that he had no safety net to catch him when he fell (or rather, was dropped). Someone like Wayne could fall into the cushioning of wealth and the care of someone like Alfred, whereas the Joker (metaphorically) hit the pavement hard and alone. Someone like the Joker should never have become the Joker in the first place because the systems in place in Gotham should have seen every red flag and done something to intervene; this just didn’t happen for him, and not out of coincidence but because Gotham seems like a pretty corrupt place with a lot of systemic issues. Critically underfunded social services (healthcare, welfare, children & family services) that result in a lack of resources for the people who need them and critically underfunded schools that can’t offer extra curricular activities or solid educations that allow kids to stay occupied and develop life skills are probably the most directly influential macro factors that shaped Jack into someone who could resent people and the society around him so much that he’d lose all regard for it to the point of exacting violence against others. There’s also the reality of living in a violent culture, and in violent neighbourhoods exacerbated by poverty, poor policing or overpolicing, and being raised as a boy and then a young man with certain gendered expectations about violence but especially ideas/narratives that minimalize or excuse male violence (especially when it comes to bullying or violent peer-to-peer behaviour under the guise of ‘boys will be boys’).

Beyond that, there’s the same basic prejudices and societal forces that affect so many people: classism, homphobia/queerphobia, (toxic) masculinity/masculine expectations, and ableism (specifically in regards to people who are mentally ill or otherwise neurodivergent) stand out as the primary factors. I’m touching on these broadly because if I were to talk about them all, they would probably need their own posts just to illustrate how they affect this character. But they definitely exist in Gotham if it’s anything like the real world, and I think it’s fair to extrapolate that these kinds of these exist in Gotham and would impact someone like The Joker with the background I’ve given him.

I have no idea how to end this so if you got this far, thank you for reading!

#clown in command ; ooc #i've got a million of 'em ; headcanon

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WATCHMEN #2 OCTOBER 1986 BY ALAN MOORE, DAVE GIBBONS AND JOHN HIGGINS

SYNOPSIS (FROM DC DATABASE)

Laurie Juspeczyk visit, or had to the Nepenthe Gardens retirement home to see her mother, Sally, the original Silk Spectre. She only came because she been forced to visit, transported by Jon since she hadn't wanted to attend the funeral of Eddie Blake. Sally shows a large sense of sympathy for Blake.

During her conversation with Laurie, Sally remembers the night that the Minutemen were taking their group photo in 1940. The group discussed about the war in Europe, until the original Nite Owl stopped the discussion and they all headed down to the Owl's Nest, except for Sally who stays behind to change her clothes. The Comedian stepped into the room and interrupts her, attempting to sexually assault her to which Sally clawed his face. Blake brutally attacked her, intending to rape her, before Hooded Justice walked in. He viciously attacked Eddie, but lets him go when Eddie says to him "This is what you like, huh? This is what gets you hot...".

At Eddie's funeral, Adrian Veidt recalls the first meeting of the Crimebusters, held by Nelson Gardner, Captain Metropolis, in April, 1966. Nelson attempt to recreate another team of masked adventurers since the Minutemen's breakup in 1949. However, The Comedian deride Nelson's plan as "bullshit" and accuses Nelson of trying to seek personal glory as akin to "playin' cowboys and Indians." Nite Owl II (Dan Dreiberg) defends Nelson's Crimebusters idea by saying that he and Rorschach had made some success together fighting criminal gangs. Though Rorschach agrees with his partner, but he sees the group as more of a "publicity exercise" and too unyielding. Ozymandias speaks in that the group only need the right person coordinating them. The Comedian continues to mock the group's intentions, especially Veidt's, and arguing the Crimebusters would not make a difference in a world heading towards nuclear apocalypse. He then burns Metropolis' presentation board and leaves the room with nearly everyone following. Nelson, in vain, begs them not to leave, telling them that someone had to "save the world."

Doctor Manhattan recalls "V.V.N. Night" - the celebration of America's victory in the Vietnam War due to Manhattan's intervention - in Saigon with Blake and discussing his strange attitude toward life and war, how he sees it all as a joke, although admittedly not a "good joke." He mentions how anxious he is to leave the country. A Vietnamese woman approaches Blake and telling him that she is pregnant with his child. She also asserts that Blake has a responsibility to the child. Blake doesn't seem to care, saying how he will forget them and their entire country. The woman angrily breaks a glass bottle and slashes Blake's face. Blake impulsively shoots her, while Manhattan stands watching. Blake then lash out Manhattan for not intervening to save the woman and accuses him that he doesn't care about human life. He then walks away to look for someone to heal his face as he laments over Manhattan's loss of touch with humanity.

Dan Dreiberg recalls how he and The Comedian worked riot control during the 1970's Police Strike in New York. The streets are crowded with angry rioters, but The Comedian and Dreiberg (as the Nite Owl) clear the streets after The Comedian throws a gas bomb into the angry mob. Looking at the devastation, Dreiberg asks Blake, "What's happened to the American dream?" Blake replies while starting into the foggy streets filled with riot gas, "It came true. You're lookin' at it."

As the funeral ends, Dan drops The Comedian's smiley face badge into the grave. A man in a trench-coat leaves flowers on Blake's grave and walks to his apartment. The man is suddenly ambush by Rorschach, who leaps out of the man's refrigerator. Rorschach identifies him as Edgar Jacobi, a former villain known as Moloch the Mystic. He questions him about Eddie Blake, and Jacobi explains that he attended Blake's funeral out of compulsion because Blake broke into his home one night while he was in bed, babbling about how it's all a joke that he doesn't get it. Blake mentioned an island with writers, scientists and artists, and he says that he did bad things before leaving. Rorschach doesn't consider the retired villain as Blake's murderer. He then informs Jacobi that he found him using Laetril, a faked cancer cure medicine that is widely illegal. Jacobi defend himself that he is diagnosed with cancer and was desperate. Rorschach leaves Jacobi alone but will be seeing him again.

Rorschach goes to the cemetery at night to pay his respects to Eddie Blake. Finishing with his journal entry, he leaves the cemetery with a red rose.

UNDER THE HOOD

Chapter III Hollis Mason becomes deeply interested in the Hooded Justice's actions and decided upon himself to become a super-hero, known as the 'Nite-Owl'. The name was based on his habit to work out as much as possible. Although his first exploits were largely unspectacular, it has aroused a lot of media interests simply because at the time dressing up in a costume and protecting a neighborhood had becoming something of a fad.

Within several months since the appearance of the Hooded Justice, several other costumed vigilantes began to appear: Silhouette, Mothman, the Comedian, Captain Metropolis, Silk Spectre (Sally Jupiter), and Dollar Bill. Hollis reflect on each of their background and how people thought of them. Regardless of the heroes' reasons and their faults, Hollis believed them to be "doing something because [they] believed in it."

Chapter IV On the suggestion of Captain Metropolis, Sally Jupiter and her agent Laurence Schexnayder, the heroes band together to form the Minutemen in 1939. However, the Minutemen did not last long. The Comedian's attempted rape of Sally Jupiter resulted in his departure from the Minutemen and Sally's decision not to press charges against him, as persuaded by Schexnayder for the group's image. The Comedian soon changed his flimsy costume for leather armor following an unconnected stabbing incident, and became a war hero in the Pacific Theatre during World War Two. Hollis personally hoped that America have a better class of hero than the Comedian.

Problems for the Minutemen further deteriorated. In 1946, a newspaper exposed Silhouette's lesbian relationship with a woman and the group was forced to expel her on Schexnayder's persuasion. Six weeks later, Silhouette was murdered along with her lover by one of her former enemies. In the same year Dollar Bill was shot dead by bank robbers. In 1947, Sally quit crime-fighting and married Schexnayder, and gave birth to her daughter Laurie in 1949. By then the villains that the group fought were less interesting to fight. Their enemies were either imprisoned or moved to less glamorous activities. Among those is Moloch, who began as a stage magician at the age of seventeen and became an flamboyant criminal mastermind before moving into impersonal crimes such as drugs, financial fraud and vice clubs. Hollis concluded that the Minutemen was finished, but it didn't matter. The damage had already been done.

REVIEW

Just so you get a sample of the level of detail in this novel, Rorschach’s speech balloons are normal in the flashbacks and are weird in present day, as he wasn’t unhinged at that time.

This issue is very strong. When these things happened in the film adaptation, I actually saw couples leaving the theater (I think the movie may have had the wrong ad campaign and people thought this was a super-hero story).

There is a vast use of mirrors and reflective surfaces in this issue, following the theme of “reflections” and “flashbacks”.

The use of flashbacks is also justified to understand the ongoing mystery as to who may have killed the Comedian. Usually Flashbacks are hated because they stop the story, but in Watchmen... some characters live everything at the same time, making the term “Flashback” inaccurate. In any case, the Flashbacks are part of the murder mystery, and so is the supplementary material.

To be continued...

#dave gibbons #dc comics #john higgins #alan moore #watchmen #comics #review #1986 #modern age #vertigo comics #the comedian

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In which Holmes is adapted into a present day setting, and how he would be different from other modern interpretations

Born in Sussex, Sherlock Holmes was the youngest son of Violet and Siger Holmes and brother to Mycroft, twelve years his senior. He grew up, much like his brother before him, exceptionally gifted. By age seven, he was playing the Violin - after being recognized with a natural affinity for it. Sherlock himself enjoyed the mobility and complexity of it. A puzzle waiting to be cracked by his mind, his bow and his hands. When he explained such, it became clear to all that he was an unusual child.

if you asked his nanny about him; she’d likely tell you that he was a child who always had a habit of getting into mischief. Scraped knees and torn, dirty clothes were a common fixture of his appearance. She’d also tell you to watch that mouth of his. She would likely mean that he often spoke without consideration and thought he knew a lot more than he did (he was a child after all).

If you asked his teacher; he’d likely breath a deep heavy sigh at how complicated it was to settle on if he was a good student or not. When Sherlock applied himself to the work, he was brilliant. He was easily the smartest boy in his grade, if not the school (as his brother, Mycroft, had already graduated). Except, because there is always a conditional with complicated students, he often did not apply. He found the lectures tedious and could typically derail them if an instructor was foolish enough to engage.

Many notes were sent to his mother and father; who would shake their heads disparagingly and go to give the same lecture they had given before in a letter to their son. For what more could they do? They were intelligent enough to know that people as clever as them clashed with society standards. Even their eldest, and Sherlock’s respected brother, had such notes once. He would grow out of it to a serviceable amount, it was just a phase.

On this occasion, his parents were correct (which could not be said for all occasions); Sherlock eventually would focus more on school - but it was his brother’s encouragement that made him do so (they had a rather civil relationship). The sooner he focused here, the sooner he could choose his studies. A prospect that felt much more enticing than what his professors were forcing upon the class.

Sherlock eventually graduated with high marks, before attending Oxford University with sights focused on chemistry. Of course, it wasn’t uncommon for him to be found elsewhere in other departments when it piqued his interests. He did a bit of theater in university. Not in study, but there was a club and he joined it initially because he was shadowing someone who attended the meetings. He was really good, and the skills come in handy on the case now. Additionally, he had grown curious in the sport of boxing and joined the university team in his second year.

However, it was not all well and good. While he had experimented with the concept of recreational drugs and alcohol at boarding school; it was in university that this world opened up to him. Mixed with his own chemist-based mind, Sherlock became addicted to the use of Morphine and Cocaine in what he considered to be controlled doses to further his mind and assist his work. This, of course, did not remain as such as he fell down the hole and his studies suffered. It was his brother who stepped in after his first accidental overdose landed him in hospital. He attempted to balance his brother’s forced attempts at sobriety with school, Sherlock barely managed to do so but he wasn’t taking it seriously.

For a few years, Sherlock was on and off programs and falling off and climbing back on wagons. He was living in bad areas and in dens, while working inconsistently to keep himself and his habits alive. There were even a number of times he had run into trouble with the law, and had to be bailed out by his brother.

He hated this, but he couldn’t stop. He couldn’t give it up because it was one of the few times he felt in control of his mind. Sherlock was miserable, but stuck in a vicious cycle before he eventually suffered his second overdose.

This time, Mycroft was harsher; and while Sherlock resented it at the time - he was ultimately thankful. He was sent to Rehab out of Oxford. Away from his contacts and friends. While there he was set up with a number of therapists and doctors that didn’t quite understand him. It wasn’t until his seventh month outpatient that he was successful in finding a therapist and although it took a while - he was actually able to start getting through to him. It remained a struggle for awhile, but now Sherlock was wanting this. He worked for it. He began searching for other things to take the place of drugs; it was what led him to become the highly skilled boxer that he was, among other things.

One day, while watching the news, Sherlock found a report about a case gone cold. Police baffled, it claimed. Yet, as he studied the information shared in the press; the solution formed quickly in his mind. He attempted to inform Police; but was dismissed. Thus, the young man took it upon himself to bring it to justice. Once the culprit had been cuffed and Police embarrassed and impressed by the man’s cleverness; Sherlock had realised that the police looked at the world through a specific lens - he used another. Perhaps they could help each other out.

The police took awhile to take him seriously; but it didn’t stop him from placing an advert online. It began small; but he quickly gained momentum. He was earning enough money, as well as had enough saved to find himself accommodations in the city. He was able to end up with a flat on Baker Street after the landlady had offered him them, as gratitude for a case involving her husband.

Thus, Sherlock Holmes branded himself once more (and now, with welcome cooperation from the Metropolitan Police) as:

Sherlock Holmes / Consulting Detective.

ADDITIONAL INFORMATION:

Sherlock Holmes is an eccentric; he’s a professional hobbyist with interests ranging from chemistry, biology, botany, sensationalist media, etc. His personal fashion isn’t exactly Seville Row but he understands the concepts of different styles for disguise purposes.

He branded himself with the job title of Consulting Detective once Scotland Yard’s inspectors ceased charging him with interference of police business; obstruction of justice and withholding information ( even if it was usually pardoned ).

He’s played the violin since he was seven, enjoying the mobility of the instrument and it’s complex nature. Unlike his BBC Counterpart, he’s still already sober by the time he meets John Watson; but he’s still actively going to group therapy in regards to his addictions. Even if his career leads to his attendance being all over the place.

He could easily be a professional fighter; and fights in amateur and non-league matches. In fact, he found boxing to be a great help when he was first getting sober.

Sherlock had some rougher years towards the end of university and after, when his problem with drug use was more rampant and out of control. He tried to hide it, but it was discovered and eventually helped by someone ( personal head canon: Mycroft, but open to plotting otherwise, who has helped him each time he’s fallen off the wagon )

He has a rap sheet including: theft, obstruction of justice, trespassing, using and possessing illegal substances, attacking an officer; breaking and entering; he was once charged for killing someone, but was later cleared as it was an action of self defense. Many charges were later cleared either through deals cut with the police, or when his actions led to the resolution of a case; but not all.

He did a bit of theater in university. Not in study, but there was a club and he joined it initially because he was shadowing someone who attended the meetings. He was really good, and the skills come in handy on the case now.

He’s had sex quite a few times — He’s had sex in his young adulthood; and at least a couple times in the last two decades. Unlike his BBC Counterpart, he partakes in sexual activity recurring with both men and women.

His family is rather affluent, and Sherlock has a small fortune because of this. It took quite a hit for a few years; but he’s amassed a fair amount of it back through his casework.

He does not charge on a fixed rate for his work; there have been several instances of charging no fee whatsoever.

Other than stubble or needing to grow it out; Sherlock does not have facial hair. He does have several fake hair pieces if needed though.

#CASE: REOPENED ( ritchie holmes* )#THE GAME IS ON ( bbc holmes* )#HOLMES / AU 001: MODERN*#PERSONALS DO NOT INTERACT*#DO NOT REBLOG*#SHERLOCK / HEADCANONS*

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100 questions about Miss Naka

Y’all probably get tired of me talking about her, but I’ve had this post in the back of my head for a while and wanted to answer them because I like talking about Miss Naka and Welgaea and stuff! So hold on for a ride.

Since things change over the course of the story, all questions will be answered as though we’re at the beginning of the first game unless stated otherwise. I did change one question, as the removed question felt redundant and I could have sworn the added question was in there already.

1. What is your OC’s race? Human

2. Does your OC have any powers beyond what is normal for their race? She’s pretty good at a few things, but nothing abnormal for a human. She’s very agile and has strong legs. She’s got a pretty good resistance to cold, too.

3. What is their gender? Female

4. What is your OC’s favorite color? Pink

5. Are they religious? Not very. She does for sure believe in the goddesses, but she’s not the kind to pray to them for salvation or for a bountiful harvest or whatever.

6. Do they have a favorite outfit? If so what? The same red and white outfit she always wears!

7. Do they have a spirit animal? Not really into that sort of thing. Deer, maybe, if she had to. There aren’t really deer in Welgaea. Something with antlers.

8. Does your OC have a favorite time of year? Spring! Everything is pretty and just beginning with the year’s possibilities still ahead of us.

9. How does your OC travel around? By foot or a passenger caravan usually.

10. Does your OC have a best friend? Dis guy once they meet.

11. What is your OC’s biggest secret? She’s not really one to hold onto secrets, but she’s not exactly blatant about herself being a lesbian.

12. How does your OC feel about violence? It’d be swell to avoid, but often times it can’t be avoided.

13. Does your OC have a favorite time of day? Mornings are really nice. When the sun’s just coming up and the world is still sleeping. Very relaxing, lets you get your head straight before tackling the day.

14. Is your OC in a relationship? Not initially, but eventually with her.

15. What does your OC smell like? Probably the wind, or a grassy field, faintly flowery. Maybe a little foresty if she’s been out and about.

16. How old is your OC? 26 years

17. What is your OC’s weaknesses? Physically she’s not very strong. She can be a bit impulsive and will absolutely help people out to a fault.

18. Has your OC ever killed someone? Yes. She avoids it if possible, but sometimes you have to. Mostly just bandits and cultists, which common society doesn’t really treat the murder of much differently than killing a monster.

19. What languages does your OC speak? She speaks common fluently, while speaking bestia, elvish, and abaia good enough to get by, but not well.

20. Can your OC swim? Pretty well, but she’s no olympian.

21. Who is your OC’s biggest hero? Her dad!

22. What social class is your OC from? Lower middle class. She’s had an easy enough time, but they’ve always grown their own food and taken care of themselves.

23. What country was your OC born in? There aren’t really countries in Welgaea, and I haven’t figured out enough about the general geography to place things, but she’s from a pretty average part of common society.

24. How does your OC prefer to have their hair? Twin tails, with the front a stylized messy. She’ll put her hair up in buns if need be though.

25. Is your OC introverted or extroverted? Introverted, but she’s not a recluse.

26. Does your OC enjoy nature? Yes! She spends a lot of time surrounded by it either traveling or exploring.

27. What is your OC’s morning routine? Maybe start by making a warm drink. Or cool if it’s hot out. She’ll put her hair up into her twin tails before actually drinking it and relax for a few. She’ll usually do some reading at this time too. If she has to get dressed she’ll usually do it after this, and regardless will tidy up a little and put a little makeup on. Then make/eat breakfast right afterwards. Other than a bit of relaxing to start she tends to do everything back to back so she can get her day going.

28. Does your OC drink or do drugs? Nope, not at all. Doesn’t see the point for recreational use and she prefers her mind and body in peak condition. She sees performance enhancers as having both bonuses and drawbacks, which remove her from that peak condition, and even if there were zero drawbacks she would still rather rely on her own abilities and not become reliant on something else.

29. What’s your OC’s eye color? Purple, a little brighter than her hair.

30. Does your OC have any extra limbs? Are they missing any? Nope, just the usual.

31. What’s your OC’s sexual orientation? Homosexual/lesbian

32. Does your OC have any scars, moles, etc? Beauty mark under the corner of her right eye.

33. What turns your OC on? A nice person is a must. Someone who makes her feel like they want her is big. Someone who’s very casually open and confident about their body is also a big turn on.

34. Does your OC regret killing anybody? Any time she has to, but there’s nothing that continues to haunt her. Perhaps a botched job at some point that got an innocent killed.

35. Are there any smells your OC really likes? Nothing too strong, but flowers are nice.

36. Are they an honest person? Very much. She’ll only lie if it benefits everyone and isn’t the sort of thing that could come back to bite anybody.

37. What’s your OC’s favorite food? Pastas and meats, mostly.

38. Does your OC like to travel? Absolutely, it’s really all she does if she doesn’t need to do some work for money.

39. What’s the farthest your OC has ever traveled? She’s been all over the world, but has limited experience in the farthest corners.

40. Who is your OC’s favorite family member (if they have any)? Her dad!

41. Does your OC have any siblings? Who? Nope, she’s an only child.

42. What makes your OC angry? Intolerance and generally being a jerk. Active malice. Interruptions, be them verbal or physical, getting worse the more urgent or important the task is that’s being interrupted. She’s not going to go off the wall if it was nothing important anyway.

43. Does your OC have a pet? Nope!

44. Can your OC use magic? Minimally. She can do what’s expected of most people, like recharging a light crystal, but not much more.

45. Does your OC want to use magic? It’d be cool, but she’s not heartbroken about it.

46. Where is your OC’s favorite place to be? Anywhere quiet that’s outdoors. A place she can hear the sounds of nature, like a running stream, but still has a nice expansive view.

47. Has your OC ever destroyed anything sacred? By accident once. She tries not to go back to that town.

48. Would your OC ever use sex to get what they want? Absolutely not.

49. Does your OC care about hygiene? For sure. She doesn’t spend all day on it, but she cleans herself when she wakes up and before going to sleep; and bathes in running water once a day if she’s been out and about, or once every other day if she’s been inactive.

50. Does your OC like to take directions? She likes to figure stuff out on her own but she’s more than happy to take directions if she’s on a time limit or just doesn’t have any idea and the opportunity to ask comes up.

51. How would your OC react to getting lost? Unless she’s on a time limit, no big deal. She’ll camp out and survive for a bit while she works her way back to civilization.

52. What are 3 things your OC always has on them? Her swords and a small bag of holding, though the bag has quite a few items in it. Most importantly are a blanket, some spare change, and a change of underwear.

53. Who is the most important person to your OC? Her dad. Later on likely Ysami.

54. What is your OC’s biggest fear? Death and bugs.

55. How would your OC react to suddenly being told that they are now King/Queen, President, Ruler, etc? She wouldn’t believe them. If they managed to convince her she would take on the roll and its responsibility, helping everybody out as best she could, especially with whatever was lacking without a ruler, but she would try to get someone to replace her as soon as she could.

56. How would your OC react to suddenly having everything materialistic taken away from them? She doesn’t really have a lot to lose, she lives pretty lightly. Her swords would be the only big one. She’d be pretty heartbroken about it, but she’d have to go about making enough money to get another pair made.

57. What does your OC sleep in? She sleeps nude. If sleeping nude is unreasonable she sleeps in only a simple chemise with an unfitted waist. This would be like if she were sleeping at a camp site with others, and each person had their own small tent. If there is no privacy at all she sleeps in her bikini top and fundoshi.

58. What’s your OC’s favorite weapon? Her twin bayonets.

59. How does your OC feel about the government? Given how little government there is everywhere, it’s actually nice having government provided utilities like a police force to settle disputes and for protection, and hazard relief to help put out fires or rebuild. Even just regulations on trade so people can’t rip each other off or pull people into slavery or anything. Living with absolutely nothing to rely on is rough. Some government officials can get corrupt and self-serving though, so be aware.

60. Is your OC able to travel off world? Nope. At present nobody on Welgaea can.

61. How does your OC feel about ships? They’re nice. Be nice if they didn’t get attacked by pirates and monsters so often.

62. Can your OC fly? Funny question, but no.

63. Does your OC have any phobias? Nothing I’d go so far as to list as a phobia.

64. Is there any delicacy your OC hates? She has pretty basic tastes in food, so anything too out there is a turn off.

65. What is your OC’s favorite memory? Muscle posing with her dad.

66. What’s the best way to make your OC happy? Generally being happy yourself. Being around happy people rubs off on her.

67. What’s your OC’s favorite way to relax? Being able to kick back and take in the atmosphere. Even if she were at a party she’d be most relaxed observing to herself and not getting dragged into a conversation or the events.

68. How does your OC feel about being nude? She is very pro nudity. An at-home nudist, if she’s lounging around an inn room all day she’ll be nude for it. She’s very comfortable nude, but she’s not an exhibitionist and has no interest or desire to show off to anybody. In fact she’s rather off-put by the idea of someone oogling her.

69. Is there any trait your OC despises in themselves? In others? Before meeting Ysami she doesn’t really like that she’s a lesbian because of the embarassment that comes with asking people out or revealing feelings for people who aren’t, or end up not being lesbians. While young she was laughed at for it and had nearly sworn off getting into a relationship at all. In others mostly intolerance, especially of sexual preference. Also body shaming and forcing prudishness on others.

70. How far along has technology advanced in your world? Technology is pre-industrial revolution, but supported by magic, which is used for things like lighting and flowing water. Magic technology has advanced fairly far in small pockets, but is reliant on the rarity of advanced mages.

71. Would your OC ever kill a loved one to save the world? She would save both.

72. How does your OC feel about races other than their own? They’re cool.

73. How does your OC feel about their own race? They’re cool.

74. How does your OC feel about religious people? They’re cool, just don’t force your religion on others.

75. Can your OC make a good meal? She’s no professional, but she can cook up a decent meal. She prefers stove-top cooking to oven-based.

76. Can your OC survive in the wild? She does quite often just traveling around.

77. Does your OC prefer the city or the country? Generally the country, but does like visiting the city.

78. Did your OC have any schooling? Did they enjoy it? She was homeschooled by her father, leaving home with the equivalent of an early-highschool education. She enjoys learning and has continued to pursue it.

79. How would your OC feel about being naked in public? She doesn’t go out in public nude but kind of wishes she could, and that casual public nudity were more pervasive. She’s not an exhibitionist after all. She wouldn’t really be embarrassed or anything if someone saw her nude. If she were nude in an inn room and had to answer her door she would likely grab a towel or something to hold in front of her while answering instead of answering completely nude.

80. What are your OC’s feelings regarding sex? That it should be saved for someone you trust with your whole heart and love deeply. If your heart changes later on that’s fine so long as you did at the time.

81. Does your OC play any instruments? Nope, she’s never had any training. String instruments are neat though.

82. Does your OC like music? Sure thing, but she’s no connoisseur. She likes music with energy and a strong melody. Something pop-y. She’d probably like our k-pop and j-pop.

83. Does your OC like art? Sure thing, but she’s no connoisseur. She likes expansive landscapes you can get yourself lost in. She especially likes creative paintings of things you can’t find naturally. The fiction of the painting world, whatever that’s called. She appreciates other mediums, like sculptures, and has seen some neat stuff made, but doesn’t understand it as well.

84. Has your OC ever had a painting or photograph taken of them? She’s modeled a few times for the work. Generally not anything too big or professional, usually just for an art class or something. Though she’s modeled a good few times she’s only modeled nude once or twice for very specific situations. Like once was for a single female sculptor.

85. What is your OC’s favorite thing to talk about? Usually whatever she’s learned about most recently, since when she has down time she’ll read reference books and studies.

86. Has your OC ever made clothes? She makes her own, and has had to several times.

87. What’s the best piece of advice your OC was ever given? “Have fun!” -Her father.

88. Does your OC want to fall in love? Absolutely! Though she was scared it might be a pipe dream.

89. What does your OC want to do with their life? See everything. Learn everything.

90. Does your OC believe in ghosts? She’s been to enough spooked places she doesn’t have to believe any more. In a setting closer to Earth she’d likely not believe in them, but would be willing to entertain the idea if someone could get her actual proof.

91. Does your OC wear any jewelry? Not really, though she’ll occasionally wear earrings.

92. How will your OC die? This is a complicated question. I don’t know. Possibly a spoiler?

93. Does your OC believe in an afterlife? She’s not really sure. Even Kharon has been a bit ambiguous about what happens.

94. What is your OC’s favorite part about being alive? Seeing and learning something every day that shows the world is more complex than we ever expected.

95. Does your OC fear death? Terrified. She tries not to think about it.

96. Does/Will your OC ever have children? I’ve dabbled with the idea of her having a child, but I feel like not. Too complicated.

97. How does your OC feel about traitors? She’s a pretty good judge of character, so I feel like unless they were intentionally duping her from the start they’d have a hard time getting the upper hand on her. Otherwise she’d mostly want to know why. She wouldn’t want them dead, depending on what they did anyway, but she would have a very hard time trusting them again. She likely would eventually trust them again, but never completely.

98. What’s the craziest thing your OC has ever done? She’s helpful to a fault and will put herself at great risk without a second thought if someone needs the help. At some point I would not doubt she’s rushed into a burning building to save someone, or distracted an unreasonably powerful monster so someone else could get away. I’m hard-pressed to say these would be the craziest things she’s done because this is the sort of thing she’d probably do quite often. Though there is that one time she beat up the elf princess without even turning around.

99. How does your OC feel about killing animals? Avoids if possible, but sometimes you need to hunt to survive, and meat is tasty. Don’t be wasteful, be merciful, only do as necessary.

100. What is your OC’s name? Miss Naka “the Honeywhite” Teleeli

#Welgaea #Naka Teleeli #Miss Naka

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Unsolicited Review of “Rebulto”: Sculpting Mental Health Awareness in Theater

Madrigal, once again, made his point artistically louder and palatably relevant in his latest screenplay “Rebulto”, still bearing his unique writing and directing style with an unconventional yet familiar manner of teaching valuable life lessons similarly present in his earlier works such as “Si Dr. Kwago, Si Kosmeng Kuba at ang Mamaw” and “Ward 13”.

Adamson University’s Tinik ng Teatro, in its 10th season, premiered Rebulto in the Adamson Theater with two shows booked for the whole afternoon of March 18, 2019. The one-hour and half cocktail of all possible modes of expressiveness-slash-monologue-type back-reading of a life-thread centers on the life of Lion, a sculptor on the verge of retirement and is on full-mode preparing for his much-awaited final exhibit. His lifelong interest in sculpture has grown over the years, and at this time, he is on his final showcase which includes his last sculpture named Thea, which he has been working on enthusiastically and lovingly.

The play starts with a serious-toned interpretative choreography only to be cut-off with a funny intro, paving a reassuring note that this isn’t a typical play, rather an unconventional and modern one which deemed as a strategy to make the younger audience tuned in and interested. The long paragraph below would be an attempt to summarize everything I have witnessed before providing the hopeful criticism of it.

The flow of the story, as Lion reminisces his past, showed his childhood with a dysfunctional family – a loving mother who had a past of ballooned depression and a drunkard father who can be tagged as “nakakarimarim” or despicable (you’ll find out why later in this essay).

His interest in the human body and the influence of his mother to Greek studies inspired him to pursue the art of sculpture but in some way had affected him to act femininely which was apparent in how he plays with dolls, and this motivated his father, coming home one night heavily intoxicated and angry, to sexually abuse him at such young age.

Living in an inharmonious home with his mother being subjected to verbal and physical abuse, Lion opted to live normally, still pursuing his interest in sculpture, but self-harmed himself at times when he cannot carry through with his memories of abuse from his father. His mother, upon learning this and what his father did to him, tried to handle what has happened to her family unsuccessfully – mounting to a regressive depression and overdosing while his father ran off to escape such accusation only to be killed off in the streets in what can be assumed a result of his substance abuse (and by substance, and by assuming, it has something to do with the local war on substance, ehem, drugs, or so why would he be running all over the place and get shot down from nowhere, right?).

With all these, Lion still went through victoriously and kept living his life, following suit with his early adulthood years. Lion’s youth, which depicts common phases of friendship and love, has awarded him this time with both aspects happier and wonderful, unlike his childhood struggle, only to end up being betrayed by both friend and lover. Failing to find a similar envisioned future with the love of his life - Ersa and being rejected and left behind for an unclear reason as he proposed for them to get married, Lion gets accidentally hit as he mindlessly crossed the road, providing an explanation to why the reminiscing older Lion had a cane, limping as he told his story to the crowd.

Bearing a train of pains and gaining depression from his younger years, which is by the way can be assumed hereditary due to his mother’s condition, frustrated and hopeless Lion was further put into more anguish upon learning that Ersa’s rejection was caused by her unknown affair with none other than Lion’s childhood best friend Hamil. This anguish awakened the only sturdy and reliable thing in his life – his sculpture Thea – magnificent and dainty in her casted movement and being. Understanding that Lion’s anguish is unbearable already, Thea stood out to give Lion the refuge he needs and reaches out to him warmly, encouraging him to take revenge at the world by giving up and quitting the unfair life he is living.

Hinting the climax of Lion’s battle with himself, another interpretative choreography was rendered by the cast featuring an exhausted and confused Lion being influenced by an antagonizing Thea. The dance seemed to be Lion’s sanity battle, staging an internal fight to keep on breathing or take flight, away from all his despair, and into the loving embrace of Thea which signified Thea’s encouraged choice, a choice to end his life. Stage black.

And for its finale, an unexpected twist of event – or rather, mindset – portrayed Lion’s triumphant final exhibit show with an emcee about to reveal the much-awaited final sculpture created by Lion. Upon the taking off of the cloth covering his final piece, the expected lone-standing beautiful Thea was turned into a couple sculpture showing Thea embracing a self-sculpture of Lion, symbolized by his cane, both with smiling faces. This take off was ended with Lion coming out of the stage to give his ending remarks, in which he provided his imaginary audience with a brief backgrounder on his final piece – the very symbol of his victory against the battle he had with himself – bottling the event with his encouraging words to “speak up, seek help, keep on.”

Lion was able to overcome his depression. His pursuit to finish his final masterpiece passed by hand in hand with his journey through the series of downfalls in his life which all ended up in a happy note – a finished sculpture equal to an end of his own struggles.

Still, it had very specific scenes which were dark and deep and, as cautioned prior its beginning, can be triggering for certain people or would seem inappropriate. But the way the cast had carried such scenes were remarkable enough, balancing its darkness but easiness of being performed on stage. Masked with Greek-influenced theme and mix of current trends, overall, Rebulto tried to give its audience an easy-to-digest sandwich tackling the darker side of mental health.

But it was too easy, as an audience, to watch Lion’s time of struggling to his time of overcoming - - - with him ending the show with words of encouragement to the audience of his exhibit vis-à-vis the actual audience of the Madrigal’s play. Lion’s story might have tried to sell the “this-too-shall-pass” concept – that no matter how dark a person’s past has been better days will still come just as long as he or she chooses to not give up. The story’s resounding ending lesson of retaining a positive outlook in life is good and helpful, and could even be linked to Pygmalion Effect, perhaps, because generally, having better expectations also aid in actually achieving better situations. The fast-paced scenes from Lion and Thea’s thrilling dance-off, a quick lights off, and then a sudden happy twist of Lion still keeping up and breathing can be deemed exciting and supportive of the perceived general message of the play that life will still be good. And of course, going back to the essence of the play to still remain amusing to the crowd because of the slight plot twist, these scenes were necessary. For a normal viewer, this brought out the element of thrill and suspense because we really can’t tell if Lion’s going to let Thea totally win over and give up or if not. Fortunately, he didn’t. But for some who might still be dwelling in their dark days, it would have been more helpful if the play showed clear-cut solutions that could possibly help strike out the stigma on mental health. Offering an actual or visible portrayal of time-based solutions on overcoming depression, a possibly step-by-step guide or available solutions some of us could take, such as engaging with a mental health professional, bravely joining support groups, observing proper food intake and sleep, doing mindfulness activities or even doing recreational and even creative activities – like how Lion immersed himself with creating sculpture – a clearer picture showing that these things are doable, would have been beneficial for viewers, especially those with still limited knowledge on mental health or general psychology, to clearly understand how one can really win over mental health problems.

The play also touched issues on child-rearing and showed how critical it is to parent a child; after all, a damaged childhood is usually the root why people are experiencing mental health problems. Partly, it was a saddening realization that both Lion’s parents had horrible effects in the course of his lifetime and their part in the play had unpleasant endings. Rebulto, also, subtly communicated how the younger generation treats relationships – with the heightened trend of fearing commitment, tendencies of false love that also leads to infidelity, and how friendships are overtaken by self-serving decisions – and God, how we hope these aren’t true but all these are happening in our current society, and specifically, among the youth. And what’s greatly compromised is everyone’s mental health. Here we see how parenting should be taken seriously and that we should actually start working together for preventive measures. (*again, I shout with my typing, “moral recovery!”)

Largely, Rebulto was worthy to watch and I hope it could be shown again with larger crowds that can witness it, just as how much I would want to re-watch the rest of Madrigal’s earlier works. For someone who’s not directly practicing psychology-related tasks, the play, other than being a delight, also served as a breather and refresher on suppressed issues about mental health. With how the world is rushing all of us now, it’s always a good option to take a step back and relearn things – even the most basic ones we can consider – such as talking out with friends, doing things we like regardless if it seems uninteresting to others, being kind, being optimistic – and to remember that there’s always help available if we also make ourselves available to help ourselves and others.

And just as Lion’s positivity drew out overflowing-ly in the end of the play, may we also find ourselves the same, hopeful for what’s better ahead and fearless in speaking out, seeking help and keeping on.

Still, I would like to express my awe and appreciation to the cast, director, writer and the technical people behind this play. Mind you, these people are college ones yet they have performed exceedingly and surely has made the play’s impact felt by the audience. Long live AdU’s Tinik ng Teatro!

(Note: All photos taken by the reviewer.)

^ took me almost 3 months to finish this review piece (even had it lost along the hundred GB files I lost in space from 2 weeks ago, good thing I had it in a separate flash drive, huhuhu), at least I finished it as promised. ^_^

#rebulto #tinikngteatro #filipinotheater #adamsonuniversity #rolandmadrigal #pygmalion #mentalhealth #mentalhealthawareness #theater #tnt

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n3bulas-and-satelites · 5 years

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ABCs of My OC! Ahllexann

courtesy of @neopastel-dreams

A: Aptitude 1. what are your oc’s natural abilities, things they’ve been doing since young? Dancing, paying attention to people, observing the world

2. what activities have they participated in? Unknown definition of activities, but they spend a lot of time reading. They can, to some extent, draw, play the lyre, and identify the constellations in the sky. They’ve gone to forums and things too as part of their work and education. 3. what abilities do they have that they’ve worked for? Note-taking and navigation by the night sky. Languages. Caring for small gardens. 4. what things are they bad at? People, usually. Tying scarves. Remembering that they don’t have to do things entirely on their own. Baking. Sewing. 5. what is their most impressive talent? Magic, evidently. Will need updating later.

B: Basics 1. what is their hair color? Very blonde, but not white. 2. what is their eye color? Green, unless they’re feeling particularly strong emotions, then they glow purple a bit. Or a lot. 3. how tall are they? 5′10 4. how old are they? Recently 28 5. how much do they weigh? 130lbs

Cont. under the readmore

C: Comfort 1. how do they sit in a chair? Casually, they do some variation or another of “the gay sit” with feet in the chair, usually crossed at the ankles. In the presence of company, they’re more inclined to sit properly. 2. in what position do they sleep? Flat on their back, usually hands folded over their middle. Occasionally curled up in a ball on one side or the other. 3. what is their ideal comfort day? Sunny, warm, not too humid. Nighttime is a clear, crisp evening. 4. what is their major comfort food? why? Savory buns. They were one of the first foods they ate upon landing in the Guilded Providence. Their first taste of true freedom. 5. who is the best at comforting them when down? Ahl, their companion.

D: Decoration 1. how would they decorate a house if they had one under their name? There’d need to be a skylight somewhere. Books everywhere. A writing desk by a window. Lots of neutral tones, probably, but not beige or cream. Greens, blues, rich browns. There’d be a window herb garden in the kitchen if they couldn’t have an outright greenhouse or proper garden. Flowers on tables, whatever’s local and in season. 2. how would they decorate their child’s room? They don’t well expect to have any. 3. how do they decorate their own room? A functional bed, at the least. Maybe a rug. There’s a chest at the foot of the bed, and all of the regular essentials, but they’d hope for a bay window to put pillows in to read from the bookshelves lining the walls. There’d be a drafting table taking up one wall, and a stand for their lyre by a chair near the window. Curtains dotted with embroidered constellations, for when the daylight’s too much to bear. 4. what type of clothes and accessories do they wear? A strange mix of masculine and feminine. It’s not deliberately enough to confuse people, but it’s whatever they both can agree on. Ahl’s a fair bit pickier than Lexann, and they’re okay with that. She never really bothered to learn what looks “good” on herself in the first place. They’re typically pretty functional over form, either way. Layers are a big favourite. And pockets. And pants. 5. do they like makeup/nail/beauty trends? Oh gods no, perhaps to the disdain of some.

E: External Personality 1. does the way they do things portray their internal personality? Sometimes. Because they are two, it’s hard to separate one person’s inner from the other. 2. do they do things that conform to the norm? Another vague one. They try to behave as normally as they can, but it’s often not always enough on its own. 3. do they follow trends or do their own thing? They largely do their own thing, because being trendy tends to take attention away from whatever their current focus is. If it seems nice or useful, they might at least give it a try. Or observe someone else doing it and decide from there. 4. are they up-to-date on the internet fads? That would require the internet to exist in this DnD world :p 5. do they portray their personality intentionally or let people figure it out on their own? It largely ends up being a game of discovery, especially right now. It’s hard to know who to trust at first. Some things just can’t really be hidden, though.

F: Fun 1. what do they do for fun? Learn something new. Go for a walk. Play their lyre. Have a hopefully witty conversation. Investigate something. Find a new perspective. Probably recreational drugs to get out of their own head once in a while.

2. what is their ideal party? There is food, 3-5 people, some sort of pet-able creature, and talking is optional. Or 1 tavern, a lot of other people drinking until their eyes swim, and a surprise band consisting of themselves and some bards probably. 3. who would they have the most fun with? They’re not really sure yet. 4. can they have fun while conforming to rules? Isn’t breaking the rules part of the fun? 5. do they go out a lot? Depends on one’s definition of “go out.”

G: Gorgeous 1. what is their most attractive external feature? Yes? Everything? This is a weirdly subjective question to ask about my own character. They’d probably go to accentuate their eyes if they wanted someone to pay attention, though. 2. what is the most attractive part of their personality? Their curiousity and occasionally fervent focus. 3. what benefits come with being their friend? Have a weird question or curiousity? They’ll ransack libraries for you and chase any other leads that they can scare up. Especially if it involves using techniques they already have in their pocket. Gifts of tea or scones. A good time, maybe? 4. what parts of them do they like and dislike? They find their inability to grasp certain intricacies of people very frustrating. And sometimes the two argue over things. They’re very proud of how far they’ve come in life, though. 5. what parts of others do they envy? How easy things seem to be.

H: Heat 1. do they rather a hot or cold room? Comfortable. Possibly on the cooler end for the sake of coziness.

2. do they prefer summer or winter? Summer, easily. 3. do they like the snow? Sometimes it’s pretty. And then it melts and makes an utter mess of everything. 4. do they have a favorite summer activity? Beach combing, when possible, or climbing trees to read in them. 5. do they have a favorite winter activity? Sleep. Eating. Puzzles. Playing with fire.

I: In-the-closet 1. what is their sexuality? They’ve never bothered to explore it when there was so much about the world they didn’t already know. It seemed silly. They might be ace. 2. have they ever questioned their sexuality? Considering they are two, it’s such a complex question that while they’ve probably wondered, it wasn’t worthwhile to figure out. 3. have they ever questioned their gender? This isn’t really a thing for them, I think. At least in their family, Kalashtar decide what they are when it suits them. Being two, no one is willing to make someone be one way or another until they decide for themselves. And even then, change is permissible. 4. would/was their family be okay with them being LGBT? They wouldn’t really have the option, even if they weren’t okay with it.

5. how long would/did it take for them to come out? They were probably 10 or so when they decided that functioning as one unit, taking from both and dedicating themselves to neither in particular was the best way forward.

J: Joy 1. what makes them happy? Once, it was playing in the garden. Then it was learning about the world and going out to experience it. Then it was the stars. They’re in a long turning point of their life now, and things are scary. So there’s no one big thing, aside from perhaps being able to make someone smile, solve their problem, or enjoying a good cup of tea. 2. who makes them happy? Ahl will cheer Lexann up when she needs it most, but everything is still new and fresh and there’s no one or even a few people who do this specifically. Though helping Elliott seems to be doing some things. 3. are there any songs that bring them joy? Music in general can. They don’t really have one in particular. 4. are they happy often? Depends on the day, and what one considers “often” 5. what brings them the most joy in the world? Learning, under the current circumstances.

K: Kill 1. have they ever thought about suicide? No. 2. have they ever thought about homicide? Occasionally. Though it would be less useful over time, and doesn’t really fit their moral guidelines. Necessity makes things a fair bit different, however. 3. if they could kill anyone without punishment, would they? who? They’d certainly think about it. 4. who would miss them if they died? They’ve never given thought to this question, and aren’t entirely sure. Maybe one of their colleagues from their previous University. 5. who would be happy they died, anyone? The Encryptors, surely.

L: Lemons 1. what is their favorite fruit? Strawberries, though the same could be said for many safe-to-eat berries. 2. what is their least favorite fruit? Anything with a particularly strong scent. Certain types of melon. 3. are there any foods they hate? Travel bread. 4. do they have any food intolerances? Slimy foods, but if we’re talking things like gluten intolerance, no. 5. what is their favorite food? A good scone or seasonal Spring salad from their previous place of residence in Guilded Providence. The local produce and spices were always delightful.

M: Maternal 1. would they want a daughter or a son? This isn’t something they think about, especially in terms of gendered concepts. 2. how many children do they want? They don’t know that children would fit into any life that they hold. The future is currently dictated by something bigger than themselves, so it doesn’t bear thinking about. 3. would they be a good parent? In theory, yes. They know how children deserve to be treated and nurtured and loved. In practicality, they’re not so sure they’d do a good job. 4. what would they name a son? what would they name a daughter? See numbers 1 and 2 of this section. 5. would they adopt? Absolutely.

N: Never Have I Ever 1. what would they never do? Deliberately murder a child. 2. what have they never done that they want to do? Kiss someone. Get so plastered that even Ahl can’t remember what happened for the sake of doing it once. 3. is there anything they absolutely can’t believe people do? Use pages from books as toilet paper. 4. what is the most embarrassing thing they’ve done? Tossup between sprinting to class in the rain, tripping, and scattering their charts into the mud, or drunkenly forcing Elliott to take half of their share of the payment from a job. 5. have they done anything they thought they’d never do? Survive home long enough to leave it. Become a Warlock. Embark on a quest to save their sister. Use magic. Be pretty okay it it. Like? someone?

O: Optimism 1. are they optimistic or pessimistic? A bit of both, depending on the evidence of the situation. 2. are they openly optimistic, throwing it on others? Depends on how needed it seems to be. 3. are they good at giving advice? Sometimes. Sometimes it backfires terribly. 4. is there anyone in their life that throws optimism on them? Ahl, sometimes too much so. 5. were they always optimistic? Before their sister went missing, I think so. But losing someone so dear has been hard.

P: Personality 1. what is their best personality trait? Their determination, patience, and willingness to generally be along for the ride as long as they get what they need. 2. what is their worst personality trait? Sometimes that patience runs out. They’re also resistant to not being self-reliant.

3. what of their personality do others love? 4. what of their personality do others envy? 5. do they hate anything about their personality/about other’s personalities? They have great disdain for deliberate liars and those who manipulate or otherwise abuse others, particularly children.

Q: Questions 1. do they ask for help? Not as often as they probably should, but it’s getting better. 2. do they ask questions in class? Absolutely. Sometimes too many. 3. do they answer questions that make them a little uncomfortable? Highly circumstantial. 4. do they ask weird questions? Often enough that it’s A Thing. 5. are they curious? Abso-fucking-lutely. Cornerstone of who they are.

R: Rules 1. do they follow rules? Until they’re problematic or otherwise getting in their way, yes. 2. would they be a strict or laid-back parent? They aren’t sure. They’d have to be caring for a child actively to know. 3. have they ever been consequenced for breaking a rule? Often enough to know when certain rules are particularly stupid and are effectively designed to be broken. 4. have they broken any rules they now regret breaking? Nope. Well. Okay. Maybe shattering that tomb, but that wasn’t really a rule... Plus they got a friend out of it. So nope. No regrets. 5. do they find any rules they/others follow absolutely ridiculous? Slavery as a concept. Child labor. Not permitting donating to those who need. Not supporting children in education because of a social class difference. Warlocks being shunned in general, and in certain circles, outright banned. Love between consenting adults.

S: Streets 1. are they street-smart? Not always, but they’ve had some opportunities to learn. 2. would they give money to someone on the streets? Context required. 3. have they ever gotten in a fight on the streets? There was a fight on a rooftop but that was in relation to a case... 4. has anything happened to them on the streets? They’ve had their pockets picked for sure on at least one occasion. They’ve been mugged once, I think. And overcharged several times before they caught on. 5. are they cautious when out? In a new place, yes. Once they figure out how the locals handle things, they relax a bit and spend more time blending in.

T: Truth 1. are they honest? Sometimes to a fault. 2. can they tell if someone is lying? Not with perfect accuracy, certainly, but they know to be skeptical of certain kinds of claims and will go and do their homework. 3. is it obvious when they’re lying? Sometimes. But it really depends on the situation. 4. have they lied about anything they regret lying about? I’m sure they have the usual childhood regrets, but if there’s anything in particular that they’d regret, it was telling their young sister that they’d be home soon, only to have to write later that they wouldn’t be coming home soon. 5. have they told truths that have been spread against their will? Maybe.

U: Underdog 1. have they been bullied? I don’t think they would’ve let it bother them, if they had. It’s more of an annoyance than anything, and lets them know who not to bother associating with. 2. have they bullied anyone? Not deliberately. 3. have they been physically attacked by a bully? No. They’re unsettling enough in general to not typically be worth bothering. 4. have they ever been doubted? I think their mother doubted them when they threatened to leave. And making their way as a young person in science certainly left plenty of room for doubt, mistakes, and growth. They definitely doubted themselves once they got on the boat to leave home for a while. 5. have they surprised people with being good at something? They’ve surprised Professor Buttersworth, sure, but I think past them would be surprised with how much current them has accomplished.

V: Vomit 1. do they vomit often? No. 2. do they get lots of stomach aches? Nope. 3. are they good at comforting someone ill? Sometimes. Depends on the person and the ailment. 4. what do they like as far as comfort goes? Not having to worry about everyday things like laundry, dishes, cooking, and generally being a functional person. 5. do they burp, cough, or hiccup most when nauseous? when vomiting? They cry when vomiting. They’re not used to it and it’s highly unpleasant. When nauseous, it depends on the source.

W: Water 1. do they drink enough water? With as much tea as they drink, I sure as shit hope so. 2. have they learned to swim? Nope. 3. do they like to swim? That’s dependent on number two. 4. can they dive? Also dependent on number two. 5. can they swim without holding their nose? Definitely not.

X: Xylophone 1. what is their favorite genre of music? Travelling songs and some types of sea shanty. 2. do they have a favorite song? They think they have one, but they always lose it to time. 3. do they have a favorite band/artist/singer? I don’t think they do. They tend to pick up folk music. 4. can they sing well? Apparently so, but I don’t think they believe anyone when they tell them so. 5. can they rap? Gods no.

Y: You 1. how old were you when you created them? 25? I don’t know how old I am. 2. what inspired you to create them? DND lol 3. were they different when they were first created? A little bit. More Angry. 4. do you enjoy writing them more than other characters? Not yet? 5. what’s your favorite thing about them? I can relate to a lot of things about them.

Z: Zebra 1. what’s their favorite animal? They don’t have a favourite yet. 2. do they like animals? Oftentimes. 3. cats or dogs? Yes. 4. what’s their dream pet? Something fluffy. 5. do they have any pets at the moment? They own a horse named Bob.

#21st #February #2019 #February 21st 2019 #ahllexann #dnd #the reemergence campaign

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Here's What TruNews Discovered at Jeffrey Epstein's Infamous Zorro Ranch

Just hours after the death of disgraced former financier Jeffrey Epstein, TruNews correspondent Edward Szall and TruNews producer Matt Skow visited his alleged “breeder facility” at his Zorro Ranch near Stanley, N.M. They left for the 8,000-acre estate on Friday without knowing what would happen early Saturday morning. But after learning of Epstein’s reported death, they approached the property with a new mission: to see if they could find someone working there who could respond to the news. Instead, the found the estate was mostly empty, although there were signs someone was there. This included several vehicles, as well as a relatively recent arrival: a large recreational vehicle with its rooms extended, implying it was in use. Szall and Skow didn’t spend too long on the property, but while they were there, they observed a few oddities, including: • a cast iron coat of arms with the date 1610 emblazoned on it that appears to have symbols reminiscent of the European Habsburg Dynasty; • a pair of African fertility statues sitting in an alcove on the main building’s roof, but behind iron bars; and • large curtains over many of the windows, as well as iron bars over some of the bars, preventing anyone outside from seeing in, or anyone inside from getting out. Upon closer examination of the vehicles parked on the property, Szall said he observed two bicycles attached to the back of an SUV. One of those vehicles appeared to be meant for a young girl. Although they did not see anyone, they left when dogs began barking outside. Click here to watch the entire video: https://ift.tt/2KvUGTJ During Monday night’s God-cast, TruNews founder and host Rick Wiles had a message for the FBI: “I sent Edward and Matt out there to scout out the place, so that FBI agents could find it. So, if you don’t know how to get there, if the FBI would call us, we’d be glad to tell you how to find Jeffrey Epstein’s Zorro Ranch, because obviously in 30 years, the FBI has not been able to get out there and do a serious investigation.” The TruNews team discussed the video in greater detail, as well as a number of today’s headlines related to Epstein’s death and the investigation into his child sex trafficking ring. You can see those headlines below. In the meantime, Wiles had a message for those who were directly involved in Epstein’s operation, and who are likely responsible for his death: “We’re going to be given the official narrative, and six months from now, if you question it and you post something on Facebook or YouTube or Twitte that questions the official narrative, you will be labeled a conspiracy theorist and possible homeland security threat. “They expect us to believe it, but we don’t believe it, we’re not going to believe it, and we’re going to find out who you are, what you’re doing, and we’re going to lock you up. We’re not going to allow you to run this country anymore.” FBI RAIDS PEDOPHILE ISLAND According to The Daily Mail, FBI agents were seen raiding Epstein’s personal island, Little Saint James, in the U.S. Virgin Islands today. At least one dozen agents stormed the island aboard speedboats, and were later seen driving around the more-than-70-acre island on golf carts. The Daily Mail provided video, which it says it obtained from an anonymous source who observed the activity while aboard a chartered boat trip around the island, which has been alternately dubbed “Pedophile Island” and “Orgy Island.” Agents were also later seen walking about the main estate. The newspaper, one of the few in the mainstream media that has not let the Epstein story go cold, additionally reported that Epstein purchased two more properties in Florida through a shell company. One of them, located nine miles south of his West Palm Beach mansion, has a swimming pool, fourth bathrooms, but no bedrooms. The report states the current occupant of the home is listed as the son of two Finnish nationals, and it’s not clear what connection—if any—they may have to the disgraced former financier. It was purchased with the same company that also bought the West Palm Beach property, as well as Great Saint James Island near his principal residence in the Virgin Islands. JFK-MLK PATHOLOGIST OBSERVES AUTOPSY New York City Chief Medical Examiner Dr. Barbara Sampson says an autopsy was carried out Sunday, and that it produced inconclusive results that require additional investigation. A private pathologist—Dr. Michael Baden—was hired to observe on behalf of Epstein’s “representatives,” a move Dr. Sampson said was routine under the circumstances. Baden previously held Sampson’s job more than 40 years ago and has participated in a number of high-profile death investigations. He also chaired the forensic pathology panel that investigated the assassinations of President John F. Kennedy and Martin Luther King Jr. BARR: ‘THEY SHOULD NOT REST EASY’ Meanwhile, Attorney General William Barr has issued a stark warning to those who collaborated with Epstein in his sex abuse and human trafficking operation. He also slammed the manner in which Epstein was handled by the Manhattan Correctional Center, where he is alleged to have hanged himself. Batt told participants at a police event this morning in New Orleans: “'I would like to briefly address the news from the Manhattan Correctional Center over the weekend regarding Jeffrey Epstein. “This case was very important to the Department. It was important to the dedicated prosecutors and agents who investigated the case and were preparing it for trial. Most importantly, this case was important to the victims who had the courage to come forward and deserved the opportunity to confront the accused in court. “I was appalled—indeed, the entire Department was—and frankly angry, to learn of the MCC’s failure to adequately secure this prisoner. “We are now learning of serious irregularities at this facility that are deeply concerning and that demand a thorough investigation. The FBI and the Office of Inspector General are already doing just that. “We will get to the bottom of what happened at the MCC and we will hold people accountable for this failure. “Let me assure you that this case will continue on against anyone who was complicit with Epstein. Any co-conspirators should not rest easy. The victims deserve justice, and we will ensure they get it.” The two prison guards who were responsible for monitoring Epstein when he is alleged to have taken his own life have since “lawyered up,” while the head of their union is blaming the situation on a lack of funding and overworked staff, laying the blame at President Trump’s feet. LAWYERS FOUGHT TO END SUICIDE WATCH According to the Metropolitan Correctional Center in Manhattan, the former financier was meeting for up to 12 hours a day with his attorneys, and that the had requested he be removed from suicide watch. He was supposed to have a cellmate, but that inmate was later transferred, and he was supposed to be checked every 30 minutes. Some media reports have suggested Epstein’s first “attempted suicide” was instead an effort to get away from his previous cellmate, former NYPD officer Nicholas Tartaglione. The former cop was being held on suspicion of killing four men over a drug deal gone bad. Tartaglione denied having anything to do with the “suicide” attempt and later claimed he had saved Epstein’s life by calling for help. Another inmate had been slated to join Epstein on Friday, just hours before he was found dead in his cell, but that unnamed inmate was removed almost immediately under mysterious circumstances. VICTIM: MAXWELL PARTICIPATED IN SEX SESSIONS Epstein’s former partner/girlfriend/madame, Ghislaine Maxwell, has been identified by one of the former financier’s most high profile victims. Virginia Roberts Giuffre says she was loaned out to Prince Andrew and others—including former Senate Majority Leader George Mitchell and former New Mexico Gov. Bill Richardson. But, the former sex slave also claims Maxwell participated in sex sessions, as well, and is likely now feeling the heat from federal prosecutors. Although she has always denied any wrongdoing, reports have emerged that she may be ready to cooperate with investigators to round up others who were involved in the child sex trafficking. The New York Post notes that Epstein’s death now allows prosecutors to target their own witnesses, now that “they don’t need them anymore.” In addition to Maxwell, this could also include: • Sarah Kellen Vickers—a former Epstein assistant, alleged to have kept a Rolodex of young girls to be recruited for her boss, who is now married to NASCAR driver Brian Vickers. • Adriana Ross—former Epstein staffer who allegedly arranged many of his “predator” sessions, who has been connected to visits by Prince Andrew and President Bill Clinton. • Lesley Groff—former Epstein staffer who allegedly arranged travel for young girls under the auspices of providing “massages.” • Nadia Marcinkova—alleged Epstein “sex slave” who is an FAA-certified commercial pilot, rated for Gulfstream II, III and IV aircraft, and who has been accused of engaging in sexual encounters with young girls. MORE DETAILS COMING There are still thousands—perhaps tens of thousands—documents yet to be released as part of a public records lawsuit filed in Florida related to a defamation case involving several of Epstein’s victims. His alleged suicide occurred just 24 hours after more than 2,000 pages of documents had been released, providing lurid allegations of sex abuse of young girls. In New York, U.S. Attorney Geoffrey Berman said: “To those brave young women who have already come forward and to the may others who have yet to do so, let me reiterate that we remain committed to standing for you, and our investigation of the conduct charged in the indictment—which included a conspiracy count—remains ongoing.” The lawyers representing Epstein’s victims have announced they will file civil lawsuits against his estate this week. One of those attorneys, Roberta Kaplan, told reporters: “I can promise you I will get to [Epstein’s assets] on behalf of my client, come hell or high water.” A new law, called the Child Victims Act, will go into effect Wednesday. That will allow the attorneys up to one year to sue over allegations of sexual abuse, regardless of when the alleged acts took place. It is believed an “avalanche of civil suits” are coming against the Epstein estate. FRANCE LAUNCHING INVESTIGATION Marlene Schiappa, the French Minister of Women’s Affairs, and Adrien Taquet, a junior minister for the protection of children, have announced their intent to launch an investigation into Epstein’s possible links to France, claiming it would be “essential” for victims to do so. American prosecutors have revealed that he had a luxury apartment in Paris and used a fake Austrian passport to travel to the country in the 1980s. This follows a statement from Innocence en Danger that called for an investigation. It stated that a “reliable source” had confirmed that several of Epstein’s victims were of French nationality. (Photo Credit: Google Maps) source https://trunews.com/stream/heres-what-trunews-discovered-at-jeffrey-epsteins-infamous-zorro-ranch

#TRUNEWS - Rick Wiles

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