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Avenging Angel: Part 40

Summary: You’ve spent the last five years on a dangerous mission to solve the crime that wrongly imprisoned your father. When the Winchesters find you half-frozen on the side of a mountain, they make it their own mission to save your life and make sure you stay alive. But after five years of uncovering horribly dark secrets, you’ve learned not to trust anyone. Especially people who seem like they have good intentions.

Word Count: 1454

Warnings: Just some feelings

A/N: I think there’s actually an end in sight for this series! I have a few more chapters planned and an epilogue (of course it might take me another year to write them) but still! 44 chapters is a fucking lot. This series is nearly at 70,000 words as it is. That’s almost how long the first Harry Potter book is.

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“Okay, sorry, what?”

“Why is that so difficult to believe?” Braxton asked, watching your reaction with a secret smile toying with the corner of his lips.

“You… I just… You’re trying to tell me that you’re a rich, trust fund baby and you’ve never gotten high before? Isn’t that, like, a right of passage for snobbish people like you? You have to act out because you’ve never had to have any responsibility? So you get high and crash a Bugatti or something? Then your dad waves a stack of money and you don’t even get booked? The police just pat you on the back and tell you to behave.”

He leaned forward, trying to act offended. “You think I’m snobbish?”

Matching his posture, you raised an eyebrow in challenge. “So what if I do?”

The staring contest lasted a moment longer. Just before you were about to lose, you closed the rest of the distance and pecked him on the lips.

“C’mon. Let’s go find something to get you high. I can’t believe you’re thirty years old and you’ve never gotten high before. It’s tragic.”

“You don’t really strike me as the druggie type. More like the hacky type.”

“I was in an improv class in college too,” you mentioned, flashing him a grin as you pulled him out of his chair and led him out of the beach cottage in search of drugs. It was Bali. There had to be something somewhere, right? “And I am a hacky person. I have layers. Like an onion. I know my way around the dark web, and there’s a reason it’s not dot-com on the dark web. It’s dot-onion.”

“That sounds fake.”

“Google it, genius. It’s real.”

Okay. So getting high with Braxton in Bali wasn’t really serving a means to an end. It wasn’t like this was going to help you get your father out of prison. But you were actually enjoying this vacation with him. It felt like, for the first time since you’d met him, neither of you were fishing for information. You were just… normal. He was just your boyfriend. You were just his girlfriend. He wasn’t a mark. There was no agenda.

It was nice.

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You weren’t the last person to have stepped foot in your father’s lab. It was obvious that someone else had come through, looking for something. Probably George’s people. Or Victoria’s. Or Braxton’s. They hadn’t found what they were looking for, though. Anything of value was locked away in your storage locker.

Still though, even as ransacked as the place was, it was achingly familiar.

Memories of make-believe danced around on the floor. Late nights when your father got so caught up in his research that he forgot to enforce your bedtime floated from wall to wall. This used to be your happy place. Your Land of Hollen. A place for you and your father only.

But he was dead now. And Hollen had been invaded.

“What did you find?” You asked, striding towards where Dean was crouched on the floor. It was best not to dwell on what could have beens and memories that would never happen.

“You said three feet in, six feet left, two feet down, right? Then your dad said to switch the numbers. Well, six feet in, three feet left, and two feet down, I found this.” He handed over a lockbox and reached back into the hole he’d dug. When he brought his hand out, it held three vials of liquid “And these.”

“What are they?” Sam asked, coming up beside you and placing his hand on your back for support.

This wasn’t your Hollen anymore. The only man who could answer that question right away was dead. And the person who killed him was most likely on her way here right now. So you handed the lock box to Sam and started whirling around the lab, grabbing various paraphernalia. “We’ll figure it out a few hundred miles from here. Dean, can you grab that bag over there? I need to put some of this equipment in it if we’re going to figure out what’s in the vials. We have to test them.”

Your father had died protecting this secret. His last words led you to these items. You could mourn later. But for now? Dean was right. You needed to finish what he had started.

So you ordered the Winchesters around until you had everything you thought you needed, then they led the way back to the Impala. Before you left the lab, you took one last look at the sacred space. It was as if you could see the ghost of your father standing at his table, bent over a microscope. There was a wisp of a young Y/N sitting at his feet, playing with some old wires that Kemuny had deemed probably not prone to electrocution, and definitely an acceptable toy for a small child.

“Thank you,” you whispered into the space. “And best of luck to the inhabitants of Hollen.”

It was the last time you would recite your standard parting remarks. Somehow, you knew that you would never again lay eyes upon your Land of Hollen again. This would be the last time you ever came home. The only reason you’d kept up on the payments to keep the house from foreclosing was your hope that one day you and your father would once again live there together.

You never imagined it would all end like this.

“You okay?” Sam asked, eyebrows drawing together in concern when you joined them at the Impala.

You just shook your head, dumped your armload of equipment into the backseat, and climbed over Sam so you sat between the brothers in the front seat. “Let’s get out of here.”

For the first hour, there was silence between you three. The ever present classic rock crooned softly in the background, but you were content to stay safe under Sam’s arm with Dean’s hand squeezing your fingers comfortingly every so often.

After an hour, Dean cleared his throat. “You know, that stuff wasn’t the only thing I found.”

“What?”

“Look in the backseat on top of the hot plate thing.”

After eyeing him curiously for a moment, you twisted around and saw a plain black binder lying atop the mound of scientific crap. It was bursting with pages of… whatever it had inside. You grabbed it and sat back down. “What is this?”

“Look inside.”

Slowly, you opened the front cover to reveal a simple white paper with your name written in marker in your father’s handwriting.

Y/N Entropy Y/L/N

There are only two lasting bequests we can hope to give our children. One is roots, the other, wings. ~Hodding Carter

Already, you were holding back tears. Sam’s arm wrapped around you again, giving you the strength to turn the page. Inside a plastic sleeve was an ultrasound.

June 24 – Victoria and I are expecting. The doctor told us it is a girl. You’re going to be the most precious baby ever, Y/N. We’ve already picked out your name. I wanted Entropy to be your first name, but Victoria threatened to dump water into my solution I’ve been working on for three months. You should probably thank her for that. Either way, you’re going to be quite the pistol. With parents like us, who wouldn’t be?

A picture of your nursery followed, along with another handwritten note from your father explaining how they chose the decorations. It was no surprise that the walls were adorned with beakers and colorful pictures of solutions, a rainbow of vials, and all other kinds of science décor. You supposed there was never any hope that you would turn out as anything other than a geek.

Picture after picture of the day of your birth, the first month of your life, all of the landmarks of growing up. The first step. First tooth. First word. Carefully documented by your father with the precision of a scientist. Each and every drawing you brought home from school. Handwritten documentation of the new tales that emerged from the Land of Hollen. The ribbon for winning the spelling bee in eighth grade. Your acceptance letter from MIT.

“He loved you, Y/N,” Dean whispered after half an hour of you poring over the scrapbook. “He was so fucking proud of you.”

Tears streaked down your cheeks without abandon. “I loved him too. Still do.”

Sam pulled you closer, kissing the side of your head. “And now you’ll always have a piece of him.”

Quickly, you shook your head. Sam was wrong. “No. I’ll always have all of him with me.” You tapped your chest, just above your heart. “Right here.”

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sh4k-thing · 2 years

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Au lomani kemuni vakalevu Oli o ni vakaibalebaletaka vakalevu vei au e dua na ka dau vakadrukai ena noqu bula kei na tamata au bula tiko kina 🌻

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ainamotoibaravi-blog · 2 years

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SCR: Radini Talatala Vakadewavosa, kemuni na tarai au beka? O Ta ma qasenivuli mai Niusawa Radini Talatala Vakadewavosa: Io, o cei o iko SCR: burst of hyena giggle. O Ta, Mr Siti ma qasenivuli tiko mai Niusawa RT Vakadewavosa: O Master Siti. O iko o Sepesa? SCR: Io Radini Talatala Vakadewavosa: Raica, familiar saraga na matamu. Au rogoca na karua ni yacamu ‘sa au kila na yaca ya’ Kila qo, ratou se ka lalai mai Taveuni. O Na? SCR: Tiko i vale kei au Radini Talatala V: Isa loloma sara vei koya, kei ratou na tacimu gone. Such a wonderful couple of minutes of reminiscing with her @savutov. #gonenilomanibai #VuliOtimaiNiusawa #IWD2022things #breakingbarriers #celebratingwomenslives #baldbeardedtattooedAiNamotosjourney #travelingAiBua (at Vulilevu Davuilevu) https://www.instagram.com/p/Ca1ETdVPs_jfEual_tNBBA4kqX_pFruOS9YrIk0/?utm_medium=tumblr

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nimiloter · 4 years

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Ni sa bula na weka ni Kalou. Kemuni na dau veisemati ka veitokani vakayalo mai. Noda gauna tale ni veitokani ena bogi ni mataka, Sigatabu 13 ni Seviteba 2020. Sigatabu ena 7pm (UK time) Cakacaka 15:1-5 & Kalatia 1:1-9 Na ivakavuvuli lasu na ivakamate ni Tukutuku Vinaka. Talatala Nimi https://www.instagram.com/p/CFDFum-hXqf/?igshid=1r3hcm6sndcd8

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archdioceseofsuva-blog · 5 years

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CELEBRATING INTERNATIONAL WOMEN'S DAY

‘BALANCE FOR BETTER’ MERE FONG Your Grace, my brothers and sisters in Christ. My name is Mere Fong of the Immaculate Conception Parish, Lami. Last night I was pulling out of my garage on my way to choir practice at our small church in Delainavesi when my phone rang. It was about a quarter to 7 and it was the Archbishop: ‘Mere, I have one big kerekere. I know this is last minute but can you speak at Mass tomorrow?’

As you can imagine, I went weak in the legs and I could feel the colour drain from my face. The choir members, who were waiting patiently, later understood why I looked shell-shocked when I arrived.

Under the circumstances, and perhaps in my previous life, I would have desperately looked for an excuse to chicken out. Oh no, no, no Your Grace, you must be joking….la’o sara! Qori ga na vunau…..sa rauti kemuni ga na turaga bete!

In fact I even tried the excuse that Dami had asked me to conduct the Curia choir today….but it was like His Grace wasn’t even listening, he kept talking! It reminded me a little bit of his story at the launching of the Synod Mass….the one about the lighthouse and the ship which was headed on a collision course with it – His Grace was not budging! So here I am today…

Having said that, I have always been inspired by the courage of another woman, spouse, daughter, and mother….the greatest woman ever to have walked this earth, and who to my mind, remains the most powerful of all intercessors.

So on this special day for women, I attribute the courage I have garnered to speak today, to Mary’s YES. Each time she was called by God….she pondered deeply in awe and wonder and allowed God to carry out His will.

I believe it is God’s purpose also that I appear humbly before you in this most revered capacity today, to share my reflection on the theme for this year’s celebration of IWD.

Last night when His Grace asked me if I knew the theme, I sheepishly said….no! So I looked it up when I got home – and it is this: Balance for Better.

As soon as I saw the word BALANCE, it struck a chord with me….the word BALANCE reverberated deep within me….and believe it or not… it had nothing to do at all with women or international women’s day for that matter!

For me it had EVERYTHING to do with CREATION - that there is BALANCE, order, harmony in everything God created. I was reminded of a presentation by our Lami parishioner and Ecologist Nunia Moko, at our parish Seminar on Church, which was held at the end of last year. She enlightened many of us on the actual mechanics of this interdependence and balance in all of God’s creation. She referred specifically to the local rainforests, rain clouds, and the many living organisms that have a distinct role to play, and work in sync with one another to ensure the flow of the water cycle, amongst other life sustaining purposes.

God designed our earth, so that everything works together very well, in perfect BALANCE. Nunia’s presentation mesmerized me and heightened my awareness of the inter-connectedness of all of God’s creation.

The IWD theme, BALANCE FOR BETTER is clearly aligned with God’s plan. God also intended that there is BALANCE between man and woman, the last and most superior of all of His creation.

Whilst He created us equal in dignity and status, he made us distinct from each other and made us male and female. God ordered that just as all of his other creation are dependent on each other, man and woman too are dependent on each other for the achievement of His purpose. We need each other, we are made for each other.

The American author Sheri Dew said that God “made us enough alike to love each other, but enough different that we would need to unite our strengths and stewardships to create a whole.” This complementary relationship between man and woman is intended by God to sustain life so that we can live our humanity to the fullest, and in co-existence with all of creation.

My much loved teacher, mentor and confidant, the late Sr. Genevieve Loo (Rest in Peace) used to remind us young ladies of Waimanu Road, that God made us boisterous young girls to be graceful young women and not climb the trees at the far end of the school grounds. She said that if he had wanted us to climb trees he would have made us strong and powerful, and he would have created us as young men instead…so we were always reminded to be ladylike. I had no idea what she was talking about at the time!

A basic example of complementarity can be witnessed in the family. I am sure you will agree, that whilst no family is perfect, a well ordered and loving family, is ultimately the manifestation of the harmonious and life-giving relationship between husband and wife.

My brothers and sisters in Christ, we are called to respect and embrace God’s divine plan for us, as man and woman…because he has a purpose for us, just as he has a purpose for all of his other creation.

Needless to say, It is when we deviate from His divine plan that we suffer the many consequences which we are now facing in the world today, and which we are called to address today with love and mercy.

I leave us with an excerpt from a simplified version of the Catechism of the Catholic Church (293 – 294)

Manifesting and Communicating the Glory The world was made for the glory of God, "not to increase it but to show it forth and communicate it" (St. Bonaventure). Love is the only reason God created. "God created to manifest his goodness" (First Vatican Council).

God's glory is the communicating of his goodness to us. "The glory of God is man fully alive" and man's life is the "vision of God" (St. Irenaeus). Creation exists "so God can bring about his own glory and our happiness."

We pray today that the witness of our lives will always GIVE GREATER GLORY TO GOD!

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nlgwj-esq · 5 years

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NOQU IVOLANIVEISIGA NEI NI NOQU VAKACAGICAGI VACATING NA VURAVURA OQO (OKA KINA NA NOQU SOTAVA VATA KEI JIOVA NI KALOU SA CECERE SARA, KEI NA DUA NA AGILOSI NI KALOU SA CECERE SARA).

Ena Dr Neil Leslie Gilbert.-Williams-Jacksnephew (ena Viti)

RUA NA DURU

Au (Neil Leslie Gilbert.-Williams-Jacksnephew) ga tiko kina ni na Lotu i Igiladi imatai nei Michael, Mass. ni Croydon (ena ruku ni na Diocese ni Southwark)

Au sa rogoca na tamana o Filipi ena madaga na iwiliwili lailai ni nikua, tukuna mai e dua na ivolanikalou e dua na ka me baleta na: ' o Meri na tinana ni Kalou: Imanueli na Turaga o Jisu Karisito noda Na Kalou,' (Ka a tukuna talega vei Tamana Timothy ena dua tale na Lotu).

Mai na 1980's. Ni 'u se gone au nanuma lesu na tiki ni ivolanikalou (Meri na tinana ni Kalou: Imanueli ni o Jisu Karisito ni Turaga noda Kalou) ni cavuta o na Vicar na gauna ena imatai ni vakadinadina nei Sitiveni na imatai ni vakadinadina nei Sitiveni Terrace, Lodoni SW8 1DH Igiladi, Bolatagane (Vicar Helen) ena masu ni Lotu , ka veilecayaki au ena imatai ni vakadinadina nei Sitiveni Lotu, imatai ni vakadinadina nei Sitiveni Terrace, Lodoni SW8 1DH Igiladi, Bolatagane, kau mani tarogi na Reverend ni imatai Stephens ni Lotu imatai ni vakadinadina nei Sitiveni Terrace, Lodoni SW8 1DH Igiladi, United matanitu (Reverend Christopher);

' E kaya na iVola Tabu ena ivola ni ivakatekivu ni a bulia na vuravura na Kalou sa cecere sara! Ia na Turaga na Jesus Karisito-Imanueli a sucu e vuravura ena 25 (rauta) na Tiseba mai Peceliema e Jutia, ena ceva kei Palestine mai na itekivu ni bale na 2 B.C.E [https://www.jw.org/en/bible-teachings/questions/when-was-jesus-born]. O koya gona, rawa vakacava na Imanueli na Turaga o Jisu Karisito a bulia na vuravura kei na lutu ni 2 na kawatamata kevaka o koya na Kalou sa cecere sara, me vaka ni a sucu na Imanueli na Turaga o Jisu Karisito mai na itekivu B.C.E?`

Reverend Christopher a solia vei au e dua na katakata na matadredredre kei na veikidavaki taleitaki, sureti au me 'u ciqoma kina na veivakadeitaki. Au sa ciqoma yalovinaka. Reverend Christopher e taroga na cava na vuna au na vakadonuya kina na veivakadeitaki. Au a vakamacalataka ni 'u sa taleitaka tiko e dua na Lotu Vakarisito kilai au vakabauta. E vakamacalataka o Reverend Christopher ni ya na gauna e rawa ni vakamacalataki ena vuqa na vosa, ia o koya, na kere veivosoti me baleta na tiki ni ivolanikalou oqo ka vakatakila mai na nona rai vakaitaukei ena dua na qarama taumada. (Au vakamacalataka Reverend Christopher me vaka sa rarawa sara, ka cudruvi ira o ira era veivakavulici tawa ena maliwa ni veika tale eso). A vakacaucautaki au na tarogi ni noqu na taro, kei na vakatara vei au me vakadinadinataki koya na cakava na laurai me sota vata kei na nona Vicar. Vicar Helen, era qai vakadinadinataka Reverend Christopher veivuke au matailalai ena noqu vosa; Vakabauta (vakavinaka me vakadeitaka ni vinakata ni 'u ni kena ibalebale ni: vakabauta = au vakabauta ni Kalou sa cecere sara).

Reverend Christopher a / douvaki, vakasakiti oqo ia matua ka nuitaki. Au a tubu cake ena vakabauta. Au a taroga kevaka au a e dua na taro. Au a sauma ena nomu taroga kevaka e se bula na Kalou sa cecere sara, ka cava na vuna o Josefa sa kila tu me vaka na tama na Turaga o Jisu Karisito Imanueli kevaka sa kunekunetaki mai vua na Kalou sa cecere sara.

Au a vakacaca ni tukuna: Imanueli na Turaga o Jisu Karisito sa ikoya na luve ni Kalou sa cecere sara (ni da sa kawa ni Kalou sa cecere sara) sucu mai vei Meri ni na goneyalewa savasava, kei na kena vo au na vulica ena Matawilivola ni Sigatabu kei na lewe ni Lotu, e a vakavulici mai na na iVola Tabu.

Au dau vakananumi vei ka kunea na kena isau ena loloma soli wale (kaya oti mai na kana):

"Eda solia vei iko na vakavinavinaka me baleta na nomu vinaka taucoko. O' na Kalou sa cecere sara, ka bula ka veiliutaki ka sega ni mudu. Kei na yalodra na yalodina sa biubiu, mai na loloma veivueti ni Kalou, vakacegu ena vakacegu, emeni"

Au na tukuna na siga sa oti, ni 'u a ena kabani ni e dua na agilosi ni Kalou (era a rairai mai me vaka na tagane ena vakatudonutaka kina me ivakamacala ni iVolavosa ni vosa Vakavalagi), era a solia vei au e dua na siga ni vakacagicagi / gade (tani ni Vuravura na vuravura) ena tolili. Sa kilai ira tu kina vua na agilosi ni Kalou sa cecere sara I me vaka na siti vakateresitieli sa nei. (Au na qai vakatakila tale e muri).

E a totolo cake mai na dua ga na totolo ni waqavuka me 'u sa kila ni mai na veika e dau tadrai ni parokaramu ni me vaka na kalokalo taubale warp totolo na totolo ni vuka. (Au na vakatakila vakalevu cake ena dua tale na siga). Ena gauna ni noqu vakacagicagi / gade, e dua na agilosi ni Kalou sa cecere sara kei na veivosaki. Ena dua na gauna vakanomodi na ilakolako ko ya, e dua na agilosi ni Kalou sa cecere sara e kerei au kevaka au sa rawata e dua na taro. Au a vuqa vei ira, e dina ga au a taroga me baleta ni kevaka e dua na agilosi ni Kalou sa cecere sara e kila o cei na Kalou sa cecere sara, ka kevaka e se bula na Kalou sa cecere sara. E dua na agilosi ni Kalou sa cecere sara sa na e dua na ka vakasakiti oqo na kena isau ka sa qai kaya vei au (Neil Leslie Gilbert.-Williams-Jacksnephew) au na kauti kemuni mo ni raici koya ena sega ni dede.

Mai na gauna au yaco yani ki, (ka a sega ni vakasauri mai na noqu taro me e dua na agilosi ni God_ ena loma ni vica na auwa) e dua na agilosi ni Kalou sa cecere sara e kaya, sai koya oqo na kena o na Million qiria na Kalou sa cecere sara. Au nanuma ni vakasauri; E bula tiko na Kalou ni Kalou sa cecere sara (au na qai vakatakila eso tale na ka ena dua na siga mai muri)

E dua na noqu vakanananu ena gauna, e na siga ni vakacagicagi / gade tani e vuravura, e a tarogi au e dua na agilosi ni Kalou sa cecere sara kevaka au vinakata me 'u lako ki na matanisiga na vuravura. Au nanuma ni 'u na sega ni bula me vaka e sa sivia na hot, ia au na vakararavi vua e dua na agilosi ni Kalou sa cecere sara, ka kaya na io. Ni da yaco yani (me vakarewataki matanitu e dua na agilosi ni Kalou sa cecere sara ni roqota e (me vaka e dua na agilosi ni Kalou sa cecere sara e rawa vuka / sa taba (voleka duadua vei na iVolavosa ni vosa Vakavalagi iVakadewa)) e dua na agilosi ni Kalou sa cecere sara a vakatakilai au vua na icurucuru agilosi, era a dabe tiko (ena idabedabe) ena na iyalayala vakatikitiki na (ni matanisiga ka sa vaka e dua na rarama levu ni vanua ni vakabauta vakayalo na yameyame ka cokonaki me vaka e dua rauni (vuravura) loma e dua na iloilo ni swivel. (Au na qai vakatakila eso tale na ka ena dua na siga mai muri).

E DUA NA DURU

Au sa wale tikoga oqo ni tabaki na itukutuku oqo. Yalovinaka mo wilika ka kevaka gadrevi vakasama o ya. Tiko vata kei kemuni kece na vakacegu!

E dua na agilosi ni Kalou sa cecere sara (e dua ikuri a sikova na teresitieli) Au (Neil Leslie Gilbert) ena LOTU ni nona na Lotu ni Igiladi Imatai ni vakadinadina nei SITIVENI, ST ni vakadinadina nei SITIVENI TERRACE, LODONI SW8 1DH, ena ruku ni na Diocese ni Southwark LEWETOLU vale, 4 VALENILOTU MATAVEILEWAI, BOROUGH levu STREET, 1HW ni SE1 ni LODONI. (ena sivia na dua na gauna e na 1980's. Ena dua na e dua na agilosi ni veisiko ki na Kalou sa cecere sara, au sa kauti kina e dua na agilosi ni Kalou sa cecere sara me noqu tina e liu a vale 24 KACABOTE na vale ni LULWORTH, DORSET ROAD, CIWA ELMS, LODONI, SW8 1 na DR (sai koya na vanua au vakaitikotiko vata kei tinaqu kei Baraca). Sa vakadinadinataka na na agilosi ni Kalou sa cecere sara ni ko sa yaco yani na parishioners eso kei na Reverend (ena gauna / tikinisiga) Christopher Guinness kei na Lotu ni Vicar ni imatai Stephens.

Keitou taubale mai imatai Stephens Lotu (Terrace na Stephens imatai) toka e Bolney Street ki na 24 KACABOTE ni vale ni Lulworth ka (vakadinadinataka na lewenivanua). (E dina ga ni da a taubale ki na vuqa na vanua ka 'u sa na vakatakila ena dua tale na tikinisiga, (oka kina na wavu ni Vauxhall, sai koya na vanua nona vakaturaga na ranadi - Elizabeth II / nona vakaturaga na ranadi - Elizabeth II # [BUCKINGHAM na vale VAKATUI, na LONDON SW 1W0 na valenivolavola ni nona iukuuku vakaturaga na ranadi] e a vosa ki vei au (e matadra e dua na agilosi ni Kalou sa cecere sara)-taroga kevaka au sa vinaka ka na veiulutaga tale eso.

Au na qai vakatakila eso tale na ka me baleta na noqu sotava vata kei na dua na agilosi ni Kalou sa cecere sara e dua tale na gauna, ia ena gauna e dua na agilosi ni Kalou sa cecere sara ka 'u saravi ka veivosaki me vakai ira, sa rawa me ra vakadinadinataka ka vakatakila ni Lotu nei Architecture (arches kei na wida oqo kei na veika matailalai tale eso) ni na chur e tara na ni CH ituvatuva, / tara ena resemblance ni e dua na agilosi ni Kalou sa cecere sara na icegucegu & na isulusulu kei na irairai kei na iyaya ni na veitiki ni yago.

O koya gona, au rawa na vakadeitaka vei ira kece, ni na vakadinadinataka kina e dua na agilosi ni Kalou sa cecere sara kei na tuvalaki e dua na agilosi ni sa cecere sara na Kalou ni na tauri au ena tolili / waqa me sikova na Kalou sa cecere sara (ka bula ka veiliutaki ka sega ni mudu), na Lotu va-Karisito kei ira kece tale eso, e dodonu me vakabauta na Kalou sa cecere sara Na Kalou, mai vua Emmanuel-Jisu Karisito un-shunned keda.

Au vakila ni sa dokai kei na kalougata me ra sokalou ena dua na Lotu ni Lotu i Igiladi na vale ni LOTU

SW1P NI CECERE SIMICI STREET LODONI 3AZ, se na Lotu Katolika (ena ruku ni Lotu Katolika ni Igiladi & Welesi 39 ECCLESTON SQUARE LODONI SW1V 1BX).

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#god #angel #Religion #neilleslieuniverse

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ao3feed-castiel · 7 years

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Avenging Angel

read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/2g24WmN

by imagining_supernatural

You’ve spent the last five years on a dangerous mission to solve the crime that wrongly imprisoned your father. When the Winchesters find you half-frozen on the side of a mountain, they make it their own mission to save your life and make sure you stay alive. But after five years of uncovering horribly dark secrets, you’ve learned not to trust anyone. Especially people who seem like they have good intentions.

Words: 1549, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Series: Part 1 of Avenging Angel

Fandoms: Supernatural

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M, Gen

Characters: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Reader, You, Castiel (Supernatural), Crowley (Supernatural), Braxton Covington (Original Character), Kemuny Y/L/N (Original Character

Relationships: Sam Winchester/Reader, Sam Winchester/You, Dean Winchester & You, Dean Winchester & Reader, Reader/Original Character

Additional Tags: Angst, Canon-Typical Violence, Fluff, Reader-Insert

read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/2g24WmN

#IFTTT #castiel #cas #spn #supernatural #ao3feed

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ao3feed-crowley · 7 years

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Avenging Angel

read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/2g24WmN

by imagining_supernatural

Words: 1549, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Series: Part 1 of Avenging Angel

Fandoms: Supernatural

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M, Gen

Characters: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Reader, You, Castiel (Supernatural), Crowley (Supernatural), Braxton Covington (Original Character), Kemuny Y/L/N (Original Character

Relationships: Sam Winchester/Reader, Sam Winchester/You, Dean Winchester & You, Dean Winchester & Reader, Reader/Original Character

Additional Tags: Angst, Canon-Typical Violence, Fluff, Reader-Insert

read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/2g24WmN

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #Crowley

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kemuni-official · 22 days

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Join us as we jump into the realm of a visual novel/dating simulator .. only YOU get to make the romanceable cast!

Welcome to the official Kemuni blog! We’re a small new collaborative project of artists & writers hosted on Discord, where we all share a similar desire: to see our characters grow together! Our motto? Be cringe, be free.

If you haven’t guessed, Cutie Kemono-Uni is a play on kemonomimi, the japanese word for humans with animal traits—ears, tails, the like. That’s right! Our story takes place in Blush Harbour, an idyllic coastal city full of cute hybrids.

We take inspiration from anime & games such as Ouran Highschool Host Club, Saiki K, and My Candy Love, where characters are based on overzealous tropes and get into goofy antics. Our main focus is to foster a light-hearted, low-pressure atmosphere, where the plot is driven by characters and their blooming relationships. The only rule of the game is to have fun!

Kemuni is an apply-to-join roleplay. You can preview the server & register above!

#kemuni #dating sim #visual novel #oc #original art #roleplay #roleplay server #rp server #oc series #oc roleplay #discord server #discord roleplay

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kemuni-official · 24 hours

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Our grand opening event, the Sweetly Bear Festival, ends in a week!

To celebrate a stellar server launch, we’ve been hosting an event where you can get loads of in-server currency in exchange for roleplaying. You can find more information about the event here.

These grizzlies have been hard at work making all kinds of jelly for their customers, but eventually they’re going to run out of stock. Soon, the Sweetly Bears will be packing up and closing shop, so don’t miss your chance to get in on some tokens!

You can exchange your jars at any time, but the Jelly Trade will be open until May 5th, 11:59PM, so it’s encouraged you total them all up before then.

The success so far has been much appreciated—huge thanks to everyone who’s been giving the Sweetlys a steady stream of business. In return, we’ve decided that their top customers will receive a special surprise gift for their loyalty.

What is it? You’ll have to find out! Interested? Come join!

#discord roleplay #discord server #kemuni #oc roleplay #oc series #roleplay server #oc #kemonomimi #hybrid

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imagining-supernatural · 6 years

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Avenging Angel: Part 38

Word Count: 1723

Warnings: Angst, as per usual

A/N: So, it’s been nearly a year since I started writing this (over Christmas break in 2016)... maybe I’ll finish it before the 1 year anniversary? Who knows!

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The yellow school bus at the curb might as well have been a giant, evil, fire-breathing dragon.

“Daddy, I—I don’t feel well.” You faked a cough. “Maybe I should stay home.”

“Nice try, Y/N.” He was too damn smart for his own good.

Too dang smart, you mentally corrected yourself. He didn’t like it when you cursed. Said you weren’t old enough. But all of the other kids at school cursed, and you just wanted to fit in.

“What if I really do get sick? We’ll be miles away from a hospital. And there are bears out there! I could die!”

He just laughed and got out of his truck, coming around to pull you out as well. “It’ll be good for you to go camping. I’m sure you’ll learn lots too, like how to pee in the woods and what kind of plants give you rashes.”

“Ew.” It wasn’t that you didn’t want to go camping. You were sure that you would have fun for most of it. A camping trip with your class for an entire week? You were sure to have some funny stories to tell your dad when you got home.

You’d just never been away from him for so long. At twelve years old, it might be strange to be so attached to one’s parent, but after having your mother leave you, you’d clung to your dad. You didn’t think you would be able to make it a whole week without him.

“Remember that ghost story I told you?” You nodded. “Good. Make sure you scare everyone with that. Tell me how loudly they all scream, okay?”

“Okay,” came your small voice. You allowed him to herd you onto the bus and watched as he waved you off with a big smile on his face. Just before you pulled out of sight, you saw him tap his heart, reminding you that he was always with you.

One week. You could do this.

*****

You stared at the burner phone in your hand. The phone number was already entered, all you had to do was push call.

Five years of your life.

Twenty-nine years of unconditional love.

It all ended like this.

You hit call.

The sun was setting behind the treeline and a crackle of the fire Dean started was behind you. It was a beautiful night. You didn’t notice a single part of it.

“Hello?”

“Braxton,” you breathed, relieved that he’d answered. If he hadn’t, you weren’t sure you would have gotten the courage to call him again.

“Y/N? Where are you? Where’s Kemuny?”

Your hand shot up to your mouth in an attempt to hold back a sob, but nothing in the world could help you there. “Dead. Braxton, he’s dead. I fucked up. I shouldn’t have taken him away from you. It was so stupid. Your people could have protected him, but I… I just wanted my dad back. I wanted him back and now he’s dead.”

No more words could get out when your throat closed up and your legs couldn’t hold you up anymore. The dirt was dry beneath your fingers, rocks digging into your palm.

“Y/N, please tell me you’re lying. Tell me you just want me to think he’s dead so I’ll leave you alone. He’s not really dead.”

“I’m so sorry, Brax.” There was no way he could mistake the strain of your voice. “I was selfish. I couldn’t see that he was our only hope against Victoria. I didn’t see that she’s the one we really need to take down. I just wanted my dad back and now Victoria’s going to kill us all and it’s all my fault.”

He was silent for a long moment. “Where are you? Let me come get you. We can figure something out together.”

Tears fell to the dirt, darkening the earth. “No. No, I can’t. I just—it’s over for me, Brax. I can’t fight anymore. Not without my dad.”

“Y/N, I know how much you must be hurting right now, just let me help—”

“I started this whole thing to save my dad. The last five years, I devoted my whole life to saving him and now he’s dead because of me. I can’t, Brax. I just can’t. I called to let you know that… that… that he’s dead and you can’t count on his help anymore. I hope you figure out how to beat Victoria. I hope you kill her. But I—I can’t do it anymore. Not without him.”

“Dammit Y/N! Where are you? You don’t have to go through this alone!”

Yes, you did.

“I have the Winchesters. And you have work to do. I’m so sorry, Brax.” Before he could say anything else, you hung up and your emotions rushed up in a sneak attack. Gasping for air, you curled in on yourself. The night was warm, but you were frozen. Your organs turned to ice and a dull, numbing buzz settled over your skin like a distant electric shock.

He was gone.

It was all your fault.

Strong arms wrapped around you, easing you off the ground and into Sam’s lap. For the longest time, he just held you as you sobbed into his shirt.

It was eternities later when he finally spoke. “How did he take the news?”

Easing out of where you’d buried your face in his neck, you forced the remainder of your tears away. “He thought I was lying at first, but then… then he was just worried about me.”

It was the worst feeling you’d ever felt. You didn’t deserve anyone’s concern. It was your fault that Kemuny Y/L/N was dead. It was your fault that Victoria was going to win. It was your fault. It was all your fault.

“Can’t say I blame him.” Sam tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear. “So what now? Do we try to help Braxton take down Victoria? Do we trust him that much?”

“You can,” came your small voice in reply. “I’m… I’m out, Sam. I came into this mess with one goal and I fucked that up so bad that I left my father’s body on the floor of a dirty motel room next to the corpse of the man who killed him. I’m of no use to anyone.”

He wanted to argue. You could tell by the set of his jaw and the steel in his eyes. But thankfully he didn’t. Maybe he knew that you wouldn’t listen. Maybe he was starting to see that you weren’t the woman he thought you were. Whatever it was, you were grateful that he didn’t argue that point.

“So what? You’re gonna go back to the real world?”

A future without your father. Was it even possible?

“I’ve always wanted an apartment with a dog. Hell, maybe I’ll grab that bartender guy and we’ll go to Germany and be best friends. Or maybe I’ll just go to Scotland and get drunk every night and no one will think anything of it because they’ll all be drunk off their asses too.”

“Well,” he said after a moment of silence. “You don’t have to decide right now.”

“Why are you doing this, Sam? Why aren’t you trying to give me some pep talk about how I’ll regret walking away from this fight some day? That it hurts now, but it’ll get better with time? Why aren’t you… being you?”

“Because it won’t help. I wasn’t half as close to my dad as you were to yours, but it was hell when he died. It did get better, but not as much as I thought it would.”

Dean came over and sat next to the two of you. He’d obviously been listening in. “But you will regret not fighting.”

“Dean, don’t—”

“Shut up and let me talk, Sam. Y/N, your dad didn’t want Victoria to have access to those files. He was fighting against her in his own way. Once you get past the worst of this, you’ll look back and realize that you should have finished the fight that Kemuny started.”

“He never wanted me in this fight in the first place.”

“That’s too damn bad. ‘Cause you’re already in it, sweetheart. And I bet he’s damn proud of everything you’ve done.”

“You mean like getting him killed?”

There was another silent Winchester communication over your head, but you didn’t care at all. You didn’t feel left out. You just felt… nothing.

“What did he say to you, Y/N?” Sam gently prodded. “Before he died, he said something to you.”

“Just some nonsense about switching numbers and going back to Hollen.” The pained memory of his final words nearly did you in and you found yourself involuntarily curling closer to Sam.

He tightened his hold around you. “Okay then. We’ll get some sleep tonight then head back to the storage locker tomorrow.”

“Not his Hollen. My Hollen. My childhood home. I’m not going back, though. I don’t even know what the fuck he was talking about and I… I can’t handle it right now.” Pushing off the ground, you stood up and took a few steps away from camp. Your eyes were locked on the moon, already following the sun below the horizon before night even begun. Disappearing way too soon. Just like your father. “You guys can go though. See if you can puzzle it out. You’d have better luck than I would anyway.”

Soft footsteps came up behind you and Sam’s heat at your back was the only indication that he was there. “We can talk about it in the morning.”

“You guys should get some sleep. I’ll take watch tonight.” They would need the sleep more than you would anyway. They were the ones who were going to save the world. The ones who were going to fix the mess you’d made.

You were the one who was finally figuring out that they were better off without you.

“Don’t do this,” he whispered. “Don’t make me sleep alone tonight.”

Your heart beat once. The first time since your father’s heart stopped. You slowly turned around to face him, and your heart beat again. There was a depth of sorrow hidden behind his concerned hazel eyes. It broke you and you found yourself reaching for his hand. “Okay.”

Part 39 of Avenging Angel

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