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insipid-drivel · 1 year

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Having DID/OSDD can be very strange as much as it can be very interesting. We use this button, which has dry-erase paint on it and a marker to go with it, to ID ourselves when someone else is in front. We needed this button yesterday.

My mom just turned 66 and needed to go in for a breast biopsy after her yearly physical showed some anomalous sparkles on a scan. There’s literally a 90% likelihood she’s fine, but it triggered me like a baseball bat to an unsuspecting mailbox. My dad fought cancer for my entire teenage years until he passed away when I was almost 17 of an HIV-related infection. It isn’t the sort of trauma that tears and claws at me on a regular basis, but I broke down hard when my mom came home after the test and announced it would be a few days before the results came back. We were sitting down to eat together, and the meltdown first manifested when I couldn’t bring myself to swallow anything. Trauma sucks like that.

When I get that triggered that suddenly, it’s scary and bewildering. 2 years ago or more, I wouldn’t have been able to handle it, and I would’ve felt very alone in my own head. I didn’t know I had DID until 2 years ago when the characters in my books stopped being characters and revealed that they’d always been with me, and that my writing was the safest way they could talk to and interact with me. The eldest of them all, Cassandra, didn’t want me to be diagnosed until well into my adult life so I would have full control over how it was treated rather than a parent or guardian and doctors running on very poor research that could’ve caused more harm than good.

Marchosias took over all of yesterday afternoon and well into the night. He doesn’t usually like to spend much time in front, but a meltdown hit me quite literally in the middle of staring at my plate of dinner. He used to be an alter I was afraid of; we didn’t get along or understand each other, mostly because we didn’t know how to communicate. Marchosias processes trauma with anger; he’s gruff and has such a distinct voice that my mother doesn’t need any announcement to tell it’s him talking. I used to think he was a demon, because if you google his name, that’s what you’ll find, but now that we’ve learned to communicate with each other, he’s one of my toughest and most resilient guardians.

DID/OSDD doesn’t have to be a nightmare sentence of stigma and awfulness. I got triggered yesterday, and reached for Marchosias to help, because I needed not to be “here” for a while. He wrote his name on the button and pinned it on our shirt, wiped tears off my face as they evaporated like magic, and ate my dinner for me while reassuring my family I’d be okay and that the fries needed salt. When asked if he was nervous, he shrugged and said, “No. I understand statistics. 90% means you’re fine. 10% means your insurance covers a breast augmentation.” He then pulled out my tablet and loaded a webpage for a tattoo shop not far from where we lived. “These guys tattoo mastectomy scars for free.”

They spent the rest of dinner talking over potential tattoo ideas while I was in a dreamworld where there were 7 moons and a man who looked like mercury come to life with a love for expensive whiskey and strawberries talked to me about how infinity ran in every direction. He reassured me my mom was fine because he’d “put in an information request with the right people.” I shrugged it off and admired the snowflakes sparkling. My alters are very good at putting me in literal headspaces that are too pretty for me to continue to be upset in.

Marchosias made sure my teeth were brushed before bed. He made sure to brush my hair, and even refilled my weekly pill organizer for me, because it was the day for that and I was too upset to do it. He kept drinking water for me, took a bath for me, and got me to bed on time with everything organized and a message on my computer screen telling me that he’d taken the memories away, but everything else was taken care of.

When I greeted my mom the next morning, she simply said she wished she could “bottle some of that”, because she was envious of the instantaneous relief that came from switching with Marchosias. Marchosias wrote a note to her to explain that he wouldn’t do it very frequently, because the more episodes of amnesia I had, the more dependent I would be on help to stay oriented in the right time and place. “We have stringent standards and checks and balances to go by,” he said with authority. “The disorientation:relief ratio has to be distinctly beneficial. We have to deal with the ramifications of our own bullshit, you know.”

Waking up always feels a little like waking up in a patient recovery room with your loved ones just outside the door talking to the doctor. In my case, his name is Alex and he was responsible for making sure my medications were organized and counted out properly. While it was me again, I still felt someone behind me, and found that Marchosias had made a convincing pile of blankets and cushions for me to imagine was him.

Remember that a lot of these disorders are survival mechanisms. Mine won’t let me forget it, and I have a dry-erase button to prove it.

#long post #actual did/osdd #actual did #did positivity #osdd positivity #yesterday was a fuckin' trip man #and my mom is fine #alter personalities #dissociation #recovery #did acceptance

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baeshijima · 6 months

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The 4.2 trailer... I am still processing it all...

*Buries face in palms and mumbles incoherent sentences*

I thought I couldn't be more hyped then I was last version but genshin proved me wrong and I will thank them for that!

I didn't have an opinion on Furina for quite a while because of how less we know of her, but regardless I think that she doesn't deserve whatever hardships she'll face, like the prophecy that says she'll be all alone after fontaine drowns & the sound of her crying in the fountain of lucine? I mean just look at that adorable little idle animation of her blowing bubbles with her little friend *sobs uncontrollably* must protect at all costs!!

And that part of Neuvillette looking extremely sad— like how dare anyone make him sad! Must protect both our hydro lovelies!! And Navia too!!

And the all-devouring narwhal??? Excuse me it looks so cool?????? And the lady every sAID WAS SKIRK???? CHILDE AND NEUVILLETTE AND THE NARWHAL SCENE?????

AND AYATO RERUN???? I have a guaranteed and am at 56 pity, so he's coming home for sure hehe! But I hope your pulls for Furina go amazing and you have left overs for Ayato!! May rng be kind to us and everyone pulling in the upcoming banners🤞

*kicking the air giggling uncontrollably*

Ahem... I should calm down, now, just need to wait a few days for the update!!

🍀

NO BC I UNDERSTAND HOW U FEEL CLOVER NONNIE !!!!! the trailer literally had me on the edge of my seat gasping, hand over my mouth wide-eyed and everything i was so??????????

falls to the floor.

the opening lines especially and how neuvie delivered them KILLED me sm like no bro dont do this to me im not ready no pls dont pls i just want my daughter to come home happy and healthy and safe pls she has to be safe why is she crying dont cry stop making her cry shes been through enough pls........

aND THE NARWHAL AND SKIRK REVEAL PLS IT WAS ONE THING AFTER ANOTHER WITH THIS PATCH LIVESTREAM 😭 LIKE WHEN WE PLAY THIS IN GAME I WILL NOT BE OKAY I WONT BE OKAY THE WHOLE AQS BUT ITS FINE BC IM NEVER OKAY AHAHHLFD

AND STOP THE AYATO RERUN HAD ME PUNCHING THE AIR IMAGINING HE WAS IN FRONT OF ME LIKE NO SIR WHY WOULD U RERUN DURING EVERY BANNER I EITHER PULLED IN THE PREV BANNER AND HAVE NO FUNDS, HAVE PLANS TO PULL FOR IN THE CURRENT AND CANT AFFORD TO GET U, OR AM SAVING FOR THE NEXT BANNER AND ALSO CANT AFFORD TO PULL BC OF SAVINGS 🧍‍♀️

clover nonnie we have been manifesting ayato together for ages and so i hope u get him early and c6 in ur first 10 pull 🙏

#omg a convo !?#clover nonnie !!#just genshin <3 #ourgh and charlotte release too.... my other daughter is here im so :(( <33 #honestly im so excited for 4.2 i wasnt sure how hyped i was going to be for this but im SO HYPED #sobbing im hoping furina is kind in her summons so that i do have ayato funds..... sobs....

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scribbledquillz · 11 months

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Lilouuuu I am both loving and biting you for sharing this hOW DID YOU KNOW I WAS READY TO BE A NOSY BITCH ABOUT YOUR GIRL???? I'm going to slam 7, 14, 20, 23, and 24 on the table-- politely, of course, I don't want to alarm or offend with these loud and hasty movements-- for your kind consideration AND! As I did in my last ask, if you there's a question you're dying for someone to ask and it wasn't covered, consider it asked babay!! Have a gorgeous day you cool banana! :D :D :D

Edgy/misc OC ask meme ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ

Plant my love, you are always and forever welcome to be as nosy as your heart desires about my silly little idiots living in my head. I adore that you adore them so much. <333

7. What's one way your OC has changed since you first came up with them?

If it's possible to consider, Revka is far, FAR more approachable than she used to be. If she's at an 8 from 1-10 on the standoffish and curt chart now, when I first was writing her she was sitting solidly at a 13. 16 on a bad day, lol. Ceral surviving long enough to see his magic come in and being taken to the Circle rather than killed as he originally was plays a huge part in it all. With him still in her life and her avoiding the worst the the shit I put her through at first she manages to stay softer as a person. Where before she was cold and shut off and quick to violence because she believed there was no sense of true, selfless kindness in the world, only survival and those who would take advantage of a "weak" heart, now she is far easier to befriend - if proud and hesitant to show weakness because she's grown accustomed to being the one to make the hard choices and act as the rock for everyone else around her.

14. How does your OC want to be seen by other characters?

Answered here! :3

20. Does your OC have a tendency to get jealous? If so, how does this manifest?

Also answered riiiiight over here! :3

23. What emotion is the hardest for your OC to process? How about express?

Hands down, it's her grief. When their parents pass Revka shoves all the feelings of loss - sadness, anger, fear, despair etc - down and out of her mind. Not because she wants to (though that does have a hand in it) but mostly because it's the only way she's able to pull herself together quickly enough to keep her and Ceral together. The elders in the alienage were talking about sending Ceral to live with another family, questioning her ability to care for a young boy when she was still basically a child herself at sixteen. If she didn't get her shit together, keep herself going to prove she could take charge and manage both the house and her brother's care, she was going to lose the last living family member she had. She couldn't let that happen, so she shut herself down, emotionally.

Grief was a luxury she couldn't afford, so it got packed away to gather dust until she was hit over the head with it when returning to Denerim during the Blight. During all her time traveling then, she'd been in denial about having to leave her home permanently. Yes, she had to stick with the Wardens, but once the Blight was over if she was still alive, she could go home! Things could be sort of normal again, maybe she'd even manage to bring Ceral back with her. But there's a moment where she slips away from the group and Zevran finds her a few hours later, tracking her back to the home she used to live in with her family. And he sees her in this moment of sheer defeat.

"Thought it would feel right, coming back here. Thought - I don't bloody know. That it'd still feel like home. But it... it doesn't. 'S nothing left here any longer. Only dust and ghosts."

As for express, I'd say love and affection are tied for first. Not because she can't show it - she finds her ways with touch, acts of service, gifts, those sort of things. But asking her to put words to these feelings... it's like asking a Mabari to recite the chant of light. The feeling is there, but the words just aren't. It's too big to make fit into something so limiting.

24. What is an alternative life path your OC might have gone down? How different would their life be if they'd made those decisions?

If she had been braver, if she hadn't had the ties to the alienage in her family to keep her rooted, Revka would have absolutely taken her ex-girlfriend Arden up on the proposition she made to her when they were fifteen. Arden wanted more than anything to get out of the alienage, out of her drunkard father's reach and to see the rest of Ferelden and Thedas. She wanted to explore places no one knew the names of, and had this big vision of a grand adventure full of riches and beautiful places with Revka at her side.

Most likely if the two had gone through with the idea, they would have been hit hard and fast with tough realities of life on the road as two young, naive elven girls. But Arden is passionate and Revka is stubborn and loyal, and between the two of them I think they'd have eventually fallen into a comfortable way of life as travelers / petty thieves. I could see them eventually making their way up to Rivain and settling in quite nicely, though never in the same place for too terribly long.

BONUS ROUND! (thank you for enabling this ehehehe)

9. Do you have a specific lyric or quote which you associate with your OC?

TOO MANY. But for the sake of brevity I'll go with what I really feel is the most Revka song I've managed to come across to date.

Towards the Sun - Rihanna

Got lost in a promise of a love I'd never know Shadows chased me far from home I remember when my heart was filled with gold And you know I've been burned, I've been burned, I've been burned You've seen me lose control It's not worth, it's not worth, it's not worth my soul Turn your face towards the sun Let the shadows fall behind you Don't look back, just carry on And the shadows will never find you

#dragon age #revka tabris #my ocs #oc meta #character meme

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geminiamethyst · 27 days

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Skyline Gang: Trial of Darkness. Chapter 13

Chapter 1: click HERE

Chapter 12: click HERE

Chapter 14: click HERE

Quick A/N: a portion of this chapter was inspired by a scene from the live action Thunderbirds movie. I know that movie isn’t the best, but I used to watch it as a kid because I’m a Thunderbirds nerd. And while I haven’t watched it for well over 10+ years, it’s one of those scenes that I can never forget.

Mimi had to envy Pip and Candi right now. They seemed to be fine with walking. They moved easily through the dense area. They ducked under plants or anything else that’s low hanging. They didn’t seem to care that the humid air made them sweat a bit. Mimi however was completely uncomfortable. She wasn’t joking around when she said a couple of weeks ago that she wasn’t one for nature. She hated dirt. She hated bugs. She hated getting sweaty. She hated what this heat was doing to her hair. She hated not having the best phone signal. She just hated everything about this. But above it all, she hated that they were separated from Bud, Dude, Misty and Sprout. It was so abrupt that no one had the proper time to process it. They just moved on. She also loathed that stupid Sceptre of Shadows. It’s the reason why they were out here in the first place. Why was it even in the attic in the first place again?! For once, would it kill someone to leave a note that had answers?!

Mimi tried to distract herself. Spa day. Just think of that fabulous spa day she’ll indulge in once they get home. Hair treatment. Pedicure. Manicure. Facials. Massages. Just all of the fabulous things that she can’t wait to dive into once she gets the chance. And the best part, Dude was paying for it. He probably thought that she wasn’t being serious. Just wait until he knows that she wasn’t kidding around, and the look on his face will be priceless. Though, maybe she’ll try to be at least a little easy on him. Mimi’s train of thought derailed when she felt the sharp pain in her feet again. She hissed a little as she took a seat on a fallen tree. She didn’t care that she’ll be a little dirty right now. She just needs to look at her feet right now.

“Pip! Candi! Wait!” Rainbow barked. The voice made Pip and Candi turn and look at what was happening. They immediately started to make their way back towards Mimi as she began her impromptu medical self examination.

“Thanks Rainbow…” she sighed in relief. She was glad that Rainbow stayed back with her when she started to slow down after the last ten minutes. It made her feel safer and a little braver. She peeled off her socks. She hissed through her teeth as she looked at her feet. It’s official. She is going to be better prepared for any future adventures like this. Or maybe she should stay at home? No, she hated being lonely too. This really wasn’t her day.

“Are you okay Mimi?” Candi asked as Pip slung off her rucksack.

“Blisters. I knew that I should’ve bought walking boots, even if they do clash with the outfit.” Mimi tried to smile through the pain, making a small joke out of this.

“To be fair, we didn’t think to get them either.” Pip shrugged, smiling a little herself. She rummaged through her rucksack before letting out a small cheer. She pulled out a set of plasters and eagerly passed the, to Mimi. “Here. These are especially good for blisters.”

“Thanks, Pip.” Mimi smiled gratefully. She was fast to put the plasters over the blisters that manifested over the course of the hour.

“Candi, how are your feet?” Pip asked, thinking it was best to check on the pink girl while there was a short reprieve.

“I’m fine. I’m used to taking long walks with my mummy and daddy. My feet are quite tough when it comes to walking.” Candi grinned, unintentionally being boastful. Now Mimi really envied Candi right now. If her feet had that much luck with thick skin, she wouldn’t be complaining right now.

“Really? Rock on!” Pip smiled, more impressed than ever. Who knew that Candi could be that tough?

“I’m ready. Let’s go.” Mimi sighed, placing the remaining players in the front pocket of her rucksack. She carefully got to her feet, not wanting to tempt fate to get them worse. Rainbow barked excitedly as he started to take the lead. The girls followed behind him, this time being slow so Mimi wouldn’t be struggling again. She broke into a small grin, continuing to work her mind off the pain. “How much do you want to bet that Misty is driving the boys around the bend?”

“How much do you want to bet that Sprout is probably doing the same thing?” Pip grinned back, prompting all three girls to laugh a little bit. Who needs boys to protect them when they’re doing just fine themselves?

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Needless to say that both Pip and Mimi were right about the other half of the Gang being slowed down a little. Even after Dude broke up the fight, Sprout and Misty had another spat when she tried once again to snatch the Sceptre from him. She promised to stay out of trouble and so far she has broken that promise repeatedly. Now Dude secretly wished that it was just him and Bud returning the Sceptre. Things could’ve gone much faster and more peacefully. At least Bud and Dude were able to stop the fight before it could get any worse.

Now Dude was keeping an eye on Misty at the front, while Bud stayed back with Sprout. Misty moved quite effortlessly through the jungle. Dude thought that he would be able to keep up with her physically. But right now she was quite a distance ahead of him. He was slowing down a little bit because he was getting a bit tired. Misty walked like she wasn’t feeling any pint of exhaustion at all. She was made up of magic, so that might factor into it. Bud and Sprout were lagging behind, not being quite as fit as Dude and Misty were. They were getting tired more quickly. However, it wasn’t just exhaustion that Sprout was feeling. For the first few minutes of walking he was perfectly fine. Over time, he started to feel weak. And cold. He couldn’t be so sure, but he was convinced that the green of his dungarees started to lose their brightness. He was becoming drained, just like Dude had been. Oh boy. This really was a pain. No wonder Dude had been struggling with it earlier. Now he wished that he kept his big mouth shut back then.

“Sprout?” Bud inquired, soaking up Sprout’s current appearance like a sponge.

“I’m feeling a bit…strange…” Sprout shivered, desperately trying to think up a joke. His mind was empty. He couldn’t think straight. Now wasn’t the time to tell a joke. He actually felt like throwing up.

“It’s the Sceptre. I’ll start carrying it now.” Bud sprung into action. As he started to unlatch the Sceptre from Sprout, he turned to the direction that Dude and Misty were heading in. They were still walking ahead, not knowing what was happening behind them. “Dude! I’m switching with Sprout! He’s not looking right!”

“Got it!” Dude flashed a thumbs up. He felt a great amount of sympathy for Sprout and now Bud. He knows what it’s like to carry that thing for too long. He won’t miss it once it’s gone. Dude turned to Misty, and was appalled to see that she was still walking. Did she not hear the commotion behind her? He started to chase after her a little. “Misty!”

“What?” She responded with a loud groan. Just be patient with her.

“Stay there for a minute.” Dude said catching up to her now that she had stopped moving. He urgently gestured behind him. Misty looked out of interest. “Give Sprout and Bud a chance to catch up and get their breath back.”

“Fine!” Misty rolled her eyes. Good, she’s finally listening for once. Dude looked behind him again as Sprout finished securing the Sceptre to Bud’s rucksack. As they started to catch up, Dude turned back to face Misty. He was going to ask her something, but her sudden change in behaviour made him forget it. She was standing perfectly still, almost as if she was frozen in time. She was staring at something, but something felt wrong. Very wrong.

“Don’t move.” She said, voice suddenly firm, but also almost quiet. A warning.

“What’s wrong?” Dude asked. Normally he wouldn’t take Misty seriously. The last time she told him that, he was the victim of another one of her pranks. However, something in her tone told him that she wasn’t joking around this time. He heard Bud and Sprout come up next to him, but they stopped stone dead in their tracks.

“You’ve picked up a passenger.” Misty hissed, still looking at one direct spot. That’s when Dude felt something. Small. Crawling. Right on his shoulder. His eyes drifted down, head slowly turning. It took everything he had to keep still. He was looking directly at a scorpion. It was all black with dark red streaks across the back. Bud and Sprout backed off a little, trying to not startle the invertebrate.

“Bud…please tell me that this is the none venomous kind…” Dude said as calmly as he could, swallowing down all of his dread. Bud took a silent gulp as he cautiously stepped a little closer. He peered at the insect as best he could, even going as far as to squint. The smaller the pincers, the harsher the venom. This scorpion’s pincers were small and thin. Dude would be in serious trouble if he was stung. And Bud had read about this scorpion on the plane. It made his blood run cold.

“I’m sorry, Dude. One sting, and without anti-venom, it’ll be fatal for you.” He shuddered remorsefully. Sprout clasped both hands over his mouth. He didn’t want to accidentally let out a shout or scream. Misty remained abnormally silent. It was for the best. The less sudden noise to startle the scorpion, the more chances that Dude had of being unharmed.

“Then maybe you should find a way to get this thing off me…” Dude whispered, craning his head a little as the scorpion crept a little closer to his neck. Misty remained where she was. Sprout looked around for a stick. Maybe he can try beating it off of Dude, like a fly swatter. Bud was about to reach into his rucksack. He had some empty plastic jars should he want to collect any plant samples. He was convinced that there was one that he could scoop the scorpion up in and toss the arachnid out of it before it had the chance to attack. However, something…peculiar occurred. The scorpion’s tail rose up. Dude almost panicked as he thought that was it for him. He kept silent as the tail rose even higher. That’s when the peculiar event happened. The tail rose up so much that the scorpion was lifted right off of Dude’s shoulder. For a minute, Dude thought that he was hallucinating. Maybe the internal panic was getting to him. It must be because he thought that he couldn’t see something wrapped around the scorpion’s tail. Black mist? No…he’s hallucinating. This is some illusion that his mind made up. The scorpion was more than a few centimetres off of him. Then it was abruptly dropped.

“Watch out!” Bud yelled the split second that the scorpion fell. Dude jumped back as the tiny antagonist landed. Thankfully, it didn’t charge at him for some kind of revenge. It scurried away, disappearing in the bushes. It decided to look for an easier prey to go after.

“Well, that’s got to STING!” Sprout shouted after it. No one laughed. Bud was breathing a huge sigh of relief. Misty was still silent. Dude meanwhile was looking right at her. He didn’t want to accuse her of anything, but he just had this gut feeling that she had something to do with it.

“Misty, what was that?” He asked, voice sharp like a blade.

“Let’s go.” Misty shrugged off, walking away again.

“Hey!” Dude called after her, trekking after her.

“Dude, what’s wrong?” Bud asked as he and Sprout followed. Dude ignored the question. There was something about Misty that didn’t feel right at all. First, she can hold the Sceptre of Shadows without any signs of being affected. Next, she didn’t seem to show any signs of being tired. And then the scorpion just levitating out of nowhere happened. She treated the whole thing like it was normal for her. She had to know something. So why won’t she say anything?

“Did you do that, Misty?” Dude asked. He doubted that the Sceptre of Shadows had something to do with saving him. That thing had been causing nothing but harm after all. Misty was made from magic. There could be a chance that she has some magical abilities herself. If she did, then that could be a great advantage. If she can control magic, then she can help protect the Gang and they can stand a better chance against this Darkness if it attacks them. It was something that could change everything.

“Just drop it!” Misty barked back at him, still walking as fast as she can from the issue. Why the secrets? Was it shame? Insecurity? Or something more skin deep? Whatever the case, she was hiding one too many secrets. Something that the others feared that could end badly. Maybe they should try to get her to say something once they reunite with the others. They could explain everything that happened and the questions can start up again. For now, the issue will have a pin in it. It was best to focus on regrouping. Hopefully without anymore venomous incests causing any more trouble.

#skyline gang #skyline gang butlins #skyline gang fanfic

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wolint · 2 months

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DON'T GET DISTRACTED

DON’T GET DISTRACTED

Matthew 9:18-26

There are so many bible verses that talk about Jesus stopping to do something while on the way somewhere else or stopping what he was doing to do something else, which could be called distraction but not with Jesus’ as all His activities were divinely orchestrated and needed but, in the world, we live in now, that will be a distraction of the highest order for us.

From Jesus’s life, we can multitask if they set their mind and heart to it.

Jesus was constantly interrupted but was never distracted. He knew his time on earth was short, and knowing what his assignment was, he got on with it without seeing anything that came his way as a distraction but as part of his assignment. Distractions can interrupt every part of our lives, including our spiritual life if we allow it. As Christians, we have a purpose: to be in and live out a personal relationship with God. However, many things can distract us from doing that.

The first interruption of Jesus is seen in Matthew 8:5-13 where Jesus had just entered Capernaum and was interrupted by a centurion, who wanted Jesus to come and heal his servant, however, the man said Jesus didn’t need to come to his home. He believed that Jesus could just speak it to be done and it will be. He was right and Jesus marveled at his faith.

What would have been a huge distraction for Jesus became another demonstration of faith and the manifestation of the power of God. Jesus with his disciples on their way in verses 18-19 to heal the Rabbi’s daughter were interrupted by the hemorrhaging woman. The pull of faith on Jesus’s garment was strong enough to get his attention, he turned, delivered the words of wholeness, and continued his way to heal the little girl.

Jesus is never distracted!

Imagine if Jesus had allowed life to distract him from his assignments and calling. I wonder where we would be if Jesus had stopped and stood still with an issue or problem instead of continuing with his journey to the one who needed him. That would not only have stopped his goal and purpose of saving the lost, healing the sick and delivering the afflicted, but we would have remained condemned for eternity.

Jesus needed rest like us all and was asleep in the boat when the disciples woke him up because they were afraid. There was a great storm, and the waves were crashing against the boat. We can only imagine that given the atmosphere; Jesus must have been very tired to sleep through a storm of that magnitude. He scolded them for having weak faith and then, he calmed the storm. Jesus didn’t allow the storm or the disciples’ lack of faith to distract him.

Once their journey across the Sea of Galilee was over, Jesus gets interrupted again by two demon-possessed men in verses 28-32. They cried out and begged Jesus to not torment them and begged to be cast into the pigs.

The classic for me is Bartimaeus in Mark 10:46-52, the blind man who couldn’t distract Jesus with the loudness of his cry and call. Even with the shouts of many people warning him to be quiet, he cried out more, “Son of David, have mercy on me! Jesus stood still and commanded him to be called but was still not distracted from his original journey.

Many people in today’s world would’ve kept walking and acted like they couldn’t hear. But Jesus didn’t do that. He stopped and gave him attention. As he does with us all daily. Jesus is never distracted to hear, heal, help, and answer us when we call. We too should not allow life to distract us from following Jesus.

PRAYER: I will follow you Lord wherever you may lead and go, I will not be deterred by life’s circumstances form going where you go in Jesus’ name. Amen.

Shalom

WOMEN OF LIGHT INT PRAYER MIN.

#spotify #devotional #christianpost #women's ministry #biblestudy #biblestudy christianpost women's ministry #biblestudy christianpost 'women's ministry #conference #family #prayer meeting

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seelestia · 2 years

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can't blame him, his intuition is v v good~

yes yes as a wise and incredibly good-looking man once said, "every journey has its final day. there is no need to rush." 😌

hskdjskdj if you provide me with the art or video of your oc then most definitely!!! but also if you wanna do something similar just for a post or for a series for your blog, do lemme know, i can code it for you! i have the base code so creating something similar shouldn't take too much work! i don't mind doing it for my friends hehe c:

a walk alongside the harbor sounds so nice... sighhh oh to walk arm-in-arm with such a refined gentleman.... yes yes feel free to openly gush about your faves too, i love it when people get all excited talking about their favorite characters hehe

"a jar of expensive candied petals" i'm-- slfjsldkdl you're making me blush stoppp 🙈 ofc, let us release the plot bunnies into the wild!!! or, well, i'm holding back from releasing them in my blog for now bc tumblr put me in shadowban jail- BUT as soon as they release me i'm releasing a hoard of them and no one can stop me >:/

xiao do be like that... but i think it's good cause i get distracted too easily sometimes!! so he keeps my attention on the game hehe and my gosh kazuha is my first character for crowd control ( i mean ig jean is too but i like kazuha more oops sorry jean ;| ) and he's so good!!!

kazuha sees my simping and he's just like "nope" lol i love my anemo team it's so fun to have xiao-kazuha-jean <3 one day, i will build heizou... one day....

qiqi is so adorable i love her yes i'd like to adopt her thank you wait whatttt omg she's came home to me twice now... mona has yet to grace me with her presence... but tbh i played her on the gaa event and i... didn't really like her playstyle that much, so i'll take another qiqi if i lose another 50/50. or a diluc. i have his stupidly handsome outfit ready for him.

hubby is a good shielder and dps!!! try your luck and pull for him!!! i don't have him on my acc but i played him so much using my brother's acc where's he built as a dps- and hskdjsjdh he's so good ;w; oh is al haitham a 5-star character?? big oof, i thought he was gonna be a 4-star 😶 welp in that case he might not come home then... cause i'm prepared to spend whatever is necessary to bring zhongli home...... 🙃

also my day has been good so far!!! i hope yours has been great too <3

ty, zhongli, but we're like 12 minutes late and you're walking so slowly. (/lh) djwkkdkks ty, rin !! i don't have a genshin oc but if i ever need your help for similar things, i'll keep that in mind ;D

zhongli's voice is very calming, 100/10 would ask him to serenade me to sleep while he talks about cor lapis 🙏 aaaaa, me too !! when people talk about the things they love >>> nooooo, rin, have you seen the way i talk about those two??? i swear i word-vomit about them so much it's crazy 🏃 but ty tho! i'm terrible at holding back, hehe. just know you're always welcome to do the same about *cough* zhongli *cough*.

( discussions about banner leaks !! )

how dare tumblr put one of my fav writers in shadowban jail <//3 having to email them and then wait and then do a test post... it's definitely not a pleasant experience. please give rin's acc back and let her post more wonderful stuff??? i just saw that you moved blogs btw, so i'll follow real quick hehe! when you release new works, i'll be there to read and gush about them !!

ayato and al-haitham need company on my manifestation list, so i'll be adding xiao and zhongli to it >:) and oooo, if you build heizou, does this mean you'll be playing a mono anemo team??? 👀 that'd be super cool, people who build mono-element teams really have my respect 😭🤝

as a heizou main, the last part is so funny because i only recently got him to lvl 80 after maining at lvl 70 ever since i got him (but he still slays hilichurls like a pro) <//3 good luck with farming, rin !! go beat that ruin serpent to a pulp and as for the onikabuto's, i mostly search through the places we visited for the cleansing ritual, tatarasuna, and the thunder sakura trees! or you can search up farming routes~

the fact that you have no mona and c1 qiqi while i have no qiqi and c1 mona... ah yes, the contrasting destinies taste absolutely delicious here fjkwkdkskf mona is a good buff support, but i can understand why her playstyle isn't everybody's cup of tea !! at least, you got to a free trial for her from the event kfkwkkds >:)

DILUC <3 i have mine benched since i'm not much of a claymore enjoyer (maybe i should try to main him with klee artifacts for one day) but i'll be manifesting him for you !! his playstyle is super cool >:) i was busy fawning over his smile until i read kaeya's letters which was a cold angsty slap to the face <//3

from what i heard, al-haitham will be a five-star !! but dw, i think his banner is going to arrive later than zhongli's, so go all out for hubby !! hmm, maybe you might even have enough to pull al-haitham if you're not tempted by other banners??? 👀

#my day has been great too btw! i only got to eat a slice of caramel pudding for lunch because i don't have a sweeth tooth ;(#make sure to take care and rest well rin !! <3 #ask box! 📬#visitor: dearest rin! 💠

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shammah8 · 2 years

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*JOY FROM WITHIN*

*PASTOR CHRIS OYAKHILOME*

GET READY FOR THE MASTER’S SOON RETURN!

Some people never laugh unless they’re listening to some jokes by a comedian. A comedian may say or do some funny things to make you laugh, but all that is transient; true joy is inside you. Having received the Holy Spirit, God expects you to generate joy and excitement from within.

Then he said unto them, Go your way, eat the fat, and drink the sweet, and send portions unto them for whom nothing is prepared: for this day is holy unto our Lord: neither be ye sorry; for the joy of the LORD is your strength (Nehemiah 8:10).

Always learn to release joy from inside you. Never allow anything take away your joy. Our opening verse says, “…the joy of the LORD is your strength.”It’s not talking about the joy you get when you receive some good news or when something you’ve been expecting pulls through for you; no, it’s the joy of the Lord! That joy comes from the Holy Ghost; it comes from the Word. And you’ve got to express it because as you do, the power is released and your challenges bow.

Every time, and in every place where the Holy Spirit manifests Himself, there’s always a great joy. And where there’s joy, it’s difficult for Satan to penetrate. This is why when Satan wants to destroy a family, one of the things he does first is to destroy their joy.

Everybody becomes sad, angry, long-faced, and frustrated. Even the children return from school looking sad and gloomy. Therefore, because there’s no joy in the home, the devil can take over. So, never give him a place in your home, for whatever reason.

In the midst of trouble, in the midst of dire challenges, release joy from within. As you do, the challenges will crumble before you; the tumor will pass out of your body; the debts will be settled supernaturally! This is the reason the Bible says, “My brethren, count it all joy when ye fall into divers temptations” (James 1:2). If you’ve lost your joy to circumstances of life, it’s time to take it back. Stir it up from within. Glory to God!.

#pastorchrisoyakhilome

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thelost-in-time · 2 years

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dILUCS LAUGH.

okay I can die peacefully now /j

lost I'm so sorry to disappoint you but I don't play pokemon 😭 so I'm not familiar with the features and stuff 😭 I'm so sorry 😭😭 I only know little about it 😭

(I feel so bad 💘)

let's manifest together!! heizou and kazuha come home!!

I actually have all the standard characters :D keqing was my first five star, main, lvl 90 and name card!

I got Jean and diluc on single pulls right after eachother on the standard banner :0! (like 59 pity Jean, then 1 pity diluc)

then I got qiqi after losing 50/50 to eulas first banner, then got her c1 and c2 on standard again qiqi I don't need you pls stop coming home :')

thenn I lost 50/50 to mona on Shenhe's banner

am I missing someone? I don't think so

how about you? what are the characters do you have? I'm curious on how you got them :>

(this got a little long oops)

- 🦉

Diluc's laugh is super wholesome. I wish the game had him laugh just a little bit more 😭 but knowing Diluc, probably not.

Dw, I don't play Pokémon either ^^ Just talking about using a Pokéball to catch Pokémon the way you use the nets in Genshin to catch animals

Manifesting the short anemo boys <3

But they still taller than me </3 /lh

Gimme one Qiqi please 😭 she's the only standard character that I want but don't have (AR56 and Qiqi-less)

And I don't have Jean either, but I want that woman to stay as far away from my acc as possible.

First 5* standard was Diluc on Xiao's fist banner (and then Xiao came 10 pulls later), and I think on Zhongli's rerun so he's now C1

Second was Keqing who came home on Childe's banner (Lost is still Tartaglia-less smh), and she came home AGAIN for C1 on my second attempt of getting Xiao

And lastly I got Mona on Eula's banner (Lost is still Eula-less smh)

And if I get Jean, Imma log off Genshin for three weeks /hj

OH, BUT I HAVE ALL 4* CHARACTERS IN GAME SO FAR SOMEHOW

#thelost-in-time answers #thelost-in-time answers: 🦉 anon #thelost-in-time: about 🦉 anon #💛

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inriospocket · 3 years

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Your Rio stories are so good and make my day!! Would you be up to write another one please? I was thinking he and reader used to date, but she left him because he never shared anything about himself. He was it for her and vice versa. They run into each other some time later and Rio thinks he can get her back with being his cocky self, but it doesn’t work. One night he invites himself to her home while she’s taking a bath. He joins her and starts telling her about himself and just lots of fluffy loving (and smut afterward if you feel like it?). I could use some fluffy loving please 🥺. Thank you!! ❤️

Always up to it! I hope you're doing okay ❤

word count ♡ 1,253

summary ♡ Rio tries to win reader back with his cockiness after running into each other but realizes later that he has to win her back with honesty.

situation ♡ fluffy/smutty

“Oh, damnit!” You cursed, picking up the folded ticket from your windshield. You were parked there barely for 10 minutes trying to pick some coffee up from the nearby shop.

You heard a light snicker from behind you. “You still haven’t learned.”

You turned around recognizing the voice. It had been 3 months and 16 days since you last saw your ex but you weren’t counting was what you always told yourself.

You knew you could never escape him but you also didn’t think you would just see him on a whim.

“Folding a piece of paper and sticking it on my own windshield is not going to work.” You folded your arms.

“Always worked for me.” He smirked. You gave him a slight smile, unsure of what to say next.

“How you been?” He asked. You stuck the ticket in your purse before answering him.

“Just fine. I should be going.” You said, reaching for the handle to your door.

“Hey, maybe we can catch up some time.” He said which stopped you.

You narrowed your eyebrows at him. “So you can always give me a vague explanation of what goes on in your life? Sorry, I’m a bit bored of that.” You said and opened your car door.

“Oh come on, mama. You never could say no.” He pushed.

You shook your head and sighed. “Well now I am.” You said and closed your door. He always made you weak from the moment you met him but you didn’t want to keep wasting your time here.

You barely knew him when you were dating and as much as you loved him from what you did know, it just wasn’t enough. You were always so open and honest and he gave you nothing in return.

And as much as you wanted to say you no longer loved him, you couldn’t. Even when you broke up, you knew in a way that it wasn’t over because your heart still belonged to him and vice versa.

After a long day, you just wanted to disappear but instead you settled for the bath tub. You played with the bubbles on your hands, your thoughts never straying from Rio.

You almost felt like you manifested him when you looked over at your ringing cellphone. You deleted his contact months ago but you always knew his number by heart.

You hesitated for a moment but you quickly dried your hands off and picked up the phone.

“Hello?” You answered.

“Can I come over?” He asked. You hesitated again, wondering if this could possibly go any further but you already made up your mind.

“...sure” you said.

Once Rio got there you had already left the front door unlocked for him. He walked in, following the light coming from your room and then to the bathroom.

He was hesitant in opening the door, knowing how vulnerable he was going to have to be but the thought of you with him again pushed the door open.

You had your knees to your chest, the bubbles covering your intimate areas. You watched him sit at the edge of the tub and you could see how hard it was for him to start to tell you more about him.

A part of you wondered if he ever had the chance. Or if anyone ever tried to listen.

“It’s okay.” You reassured him.

He took a deep breath, realizing it was a safe space and he could finally talk about all of his underlying feelings.

“It’s easier,” He started to say, playing with the rings on his fingers.

“What?” You asked.

“To be the bad guy. You never expect anything from them.” He said, thinking about how his “cousin” Nick who had it all and no one realized he was the bad guy all along.

You were going to say something but you wanted him to keep talking and he did. He told you about Nick, his love for his grandma, where his parents were, everything.

“I went to prison. He went to college.” He shook his head.

“You’re still a better man.” You told him truthfully.

“Nah, I ain’t trying to be better.” He said, pursing his lips. You knew what he meant. Rio was a reoccurring factor in Nick’s life. Someone to blame. He wasn’t trying to be better like he said, but he did want to be seen.

He turned to you and you could see the seriousness in his stare. “There are still things I can’t tell you about and I don’t want you to ask. If anything were to happen...” He said.

“It’s okay. I know.” You reassured him once more.

His eyes became softer and he reached to run his thumb across your cheek lovingly.

You smiled, happy that you finally got to feel his touch again.

“Can you pass me my towel?” You asked as it sat next to him. He grabbed it and handed it to you but instead of taking it you, you pulled his arm until he fell into the tub with you.

“Y/N!” He couldn’t help but laugh at how soaking wet his clothes were.

You watched the water rush over the tub onto the floor but you didn’t care. “I missed your laugh.” You said, watching him maneuver to sit across from you.

“Shut up.” He said jokingly as he splashed you. He looked down at your chest, noticing there was no longer any bubbles covering you.

“Come here.” He said and you could see the familiar look in his eyes. You moved closer to his end of the tub until you were close enough.

He let his hand rest on your neck as he guided your head to his.

He glanced at your lips first, remembering how much he missed their softness on his skin. He knew he didn’t want this to be just another memory. He wanted to be able to feel you every day.

He finally kissed you. His demeanor was so cold on the outside but you loved that just for you, he could show you how much he was capable of loving. Capable of feeling.

He shifted your legs so you could be straddling him and pulled away from your lips so he could see your entirety.

You felt yourself getting wetter, the way his hands slowly felt your body.

Your collarbones, your breasts, your waist, until they reached your inner thighs.

You let out a soft moan once you finally felt his finger on your clit. He took his time, rubbing small circles before he finally entered a finger in you.

You squirmed a bit when he curled it upwards to enhance the pleasure. You grabbed his wrist to stop him.

“I want you in me.” You whispered close to his ear. Bathtub sex would be a first for you but you wouldn’t want to experience it with anyone different.

He didn’t waste any time unbuttoning his soaked pants and pulling himself out.

Your entrance lined up perfectly with him and he helped you rest comfortably on top with both of you sharing a moan.

He took his time moving in and out of you. You both had your fair share of fucking but this time he made love to you. Wrapping his arms around your waist and holding you close.

You never felt so loved. He peppered kisses from your neck to your chest, guiding your hips into him and loving the sounds it made you make.

“I’m never letting you go, mama.”

#rio x reader #rio good girls #manny montana #good girls rio #gg fic #fluff fanfiction

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tarosin · 3 years

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The great adventures of y/n, Tommy, Jack and Tubbo

Requested:yes/no

Pairing: Platonic jack/tommy/tubbo/reader

Summary: another day another adventure

Content warning: cursing / I didn't proof read

An: reader has bright unnatural hair I wrote a lot, I can't figure out how to add read more on mobile I'm sorry

The music you were currently listening to was interrupted by the discord group notifying you that you have a new message.

Tommy: Y/N HOW BUSY ARE YOU TUBBO HAS COME TO VISIT AND JACK IS HERE

y/n: I mean I've currently got hair dye on but it’s being washed off and dried in around 20 minutes, why?

y/n: WAIT TUBBO?!?!

tubbo: oh yeah I forgot to tell you

y/n: how did you forget you know what nevermind, I’m glad you’re here :]

jack: we should be here in an hour so you have plenty of time to get ready

tubbo: what colour dye y/n

y/n: you’ll see soon enough as apparently, you’re all showing up at my house

Tommy: I suggest you wear comfortable shoes

y/n: I am terrified

Tommy: you have nothing to fear... for now

•••

luckily it had only taken you just over 40 minutes to get ready giving you roughly 20 minutes to prepare for the adventure ahead. or so you thought, as soon as you sat down ready to check your phone the sound of Tommy and tubbo laughing could be heard from your room, jack sent a message “hey we got here extremely early I’m sorry there’s no rush the others have been distracted by dreams music :)”

grabbing a backpack from next to your bed you had quickly chucked your phone and purse into the bag unsure as to what you’re going to need today.

•••

as soon as you opened the door you were met with an ecstatic tubbo who instantly pulled you into a hug unable to contain their excitement of seeing their friend

“I HAVEN'T SEEN YOU IN AGES YOUVE CHANGED SO MUCH LOOK AT YOUR HAIR”

“I look exactly the same”

“Now I’m no genius y/n but last time we spoke you didn’t have unnatural hair”

you paused for a moment as tubbo had a point the last time you and tubbo were on face time your hair was classed as a natural colour however today as a fuck you to your school which didn’t allow unnatural hair you decided to dye it your favourite colour.

“you raise a fair point now if you don’t mind releasing me from your grasp I have to lock the door so no one gets in”

•••

“Tommy unlock the door let tubbo and y/n in”

“Y/N YOU'RE HERE- HOLY SHIT YOUR HAIR! JACK ARE YOU SEEING THIS”

“Hello to you too Tommy”

“well if we weren’t going to get noticed at the shopping centre earlier y/ns bright fucking hair will definitely cause people to notice us”

“oh I’m sorry I didn’t expect to be going shopping with a bunch of Minecraft streamers today”

“don’t you stream Minecraft?”

“This isn’t about me jack”

the trip to the shops was surprisingly relaxing y/n sat at the front listening to jack sing along to songs playing on the radio, however, it was clear the boys had something they weren’t telling y/n which became evident through Tommy and tubbo bickering in the back of the car about who was going to tell them. it was a relatively short journey due to the fact you lived close to the city centre

•••

“let’s go shopping boys” Tommy practically yelled to everyone, tubbo held his phone in your direction then looked towards you, nodding at him you grabbed his phone and began recording

“I'm vlogging”

Tommy walked over “YEAHHHHH”

walking past cex you had to put up with Tommy making sex jokes until you made it to game, you stood holding back your laugh as you filmed Tommy and tubbo fighting about who’s paying whilst jack went off to buy a Minecraft squishy and mug despite everyone’s arguments against it. soon enough fans came over asking for photos with you all once the group of fans left jack took over recording for tubbo whilst you went off to quickly buy some games that you could play on stream.

•••

“want a wig bro? jack!”

the four of you walked into the shop, you couldn’t help but stand in awe looking at all the bright colours already questioning what colour to dye your hair next the sound of Tommy and jack being amazed pulled you out of your thoughts

“Gogy goggles, I’m actually buying them”

“i wan’t a pair”

“no, you’re getting a wig jack”

“I don’t want a wig I want George”

“y/n has bright hair and they’re not complaining”

“what do you have against people with colourful hair jack hmm?”

•••

“I'm not happy”

“you look lovely jack”

“we’re getting so many looks”

tubbo stopped everyone to ‘fix’ jacks wig which resulted in everyone laughing once you had finally stopped laughing you noticed tubbo had walked off and you were convinced jack had randomly decided to record strangers until you saw tubbo going up and down escalators

“oh there he goes again”

“pov you’re thinking about bees”

“where to next boys?”

Tommy pointed towards the lift

“Is this a lift for us”

Tommy noticed the safety sign and automatically made comments about it

“keeping us all safe is what I would say if I wasn’t carrying a knife”

“oh same Tommy”

“look you can see me”

taking that as an invitation to join the vlog you stood behind tubbo and pointed at the sign again and looked at Tommy and jack

“keeping us all safe is what I would say if we weren’t about to do this-“

the three of you went to jump up and down

“NO”

the four of you quietly left the lift however you were convinced that the public heard Tommy comment on having a knife and you threatening to jump as once the lift opened everyone was staring at you but it could also be due to the fact you had brightly coloured hair and somehow convinced jack to keep the wig on, you all spent a long time trying to convince Tommy to get a new outfit, eventually you went into another shop a certain keyboard caught your eye

“I’ve found my home, ill stay here at the gamer bunker”

you decided now was the perfect time to sneak off to buy the keyboard that had caught your eye, once tubbo noticed it was too late you stood holding the bag with your purchase leaving you stood in the middle of the shop defending your purchase to him claiming that it was a business expense and not just because you thought it looked cool.

“you told me you wanted to save your money”

“it lights up tubbo and it fits the vibe of my room”

Tommy placed his arm on your head treating you as an armrest as you were shorter than him and he knew it annoyed you

“they have a point tubbo it lights up”

once the recording ended you made your way back to the car

“say y/n you wouldn’t mind if me Tommy and jack stayed the night as tomorrow we were thinking-“

“sure thing”

“YESSSSSS”

•••

the next day you were woken up at 9 am by Tommy stood at the foot of your bed

“hi y/n”

“WHAT THE FUCK- oh hi Tommy Jesus christ do you know how horrifying that was to wake up to”

“Sorry bout that but if I didn’t wake you up now you’d only wake up in the afternoon and we need to go soon I’ll leave you to get ready”

you noticed a note was next to a jumper on the floor ‘hi, thanks for letting us stay the night I really liked your hoodie so I decided to wear it today here’s mine in exchange- Tubbo :D’

normally you’d be concerned that someone stole your hoodie as you live with your parents however today was an exception once you were all ready you set off jack pulled into a McDonald's drive-through so you could all get breakfast

“nice hoodie y/n”

“Thanks, someone took mine and decided to make a trade”

“you’re welcome”

the journey was quiet again you sat next to tubbo in the back Tommy sat at the front screaming at jack and trying to distract him and people around you decided to took a picture with tubbo who now had his arm wrapped around you as it was rather cold in the car and posted it to Twitter ‘@ ranboosaysstuff wish you were here :D’ less than a minute later you received 2 notifications ‘ranboosaysstuff replied to your tweet: same’ ‘ ranboosaysstuff has tweeted: *the spongebob gif*’

•••

soon enough you all arrived at mint golf to say you we’re excited would be an understatement

“can I get the shortest club you have”

you stood hiding your face in the jumper tubbo left you whilst you laughed a few minutes later you received a call from ranboo the others said they’d sort everything for you whilst you answered

“what’s up tall one”

“stay safe okay”

“ranboo it’s mini-golf I’m not fighting criminals”

“yes but I know how clumsy you are”

“first of all rude second of all fuck you third of all jealousy isn’t a good look on you” you managed to say through laughter

“jokes aside please come to the UK boo”

“oh sure I’ll go book a plane ticket now” *ranboo ended the call*

ranboo made jokes like that before however this time sounded a lot more serious and you had no idea why he called you so you made a mental note to call him again later. once with friends again you were met with Tommy telling the worker all about you all

“yeah we’re big on the influencing”

“What on earth did I walk in on”

“no time to explain let’s go golf”

you were handed a club and a ball and were dragged away by jack

•••

tubbo joked about getting a hole on one as soon as it was his go, you bet £10 with jack he wouldn't

“hand over the money y/n”

you looked at Tommy who was now recording you handing jack the money “so today we have learnt to not underestimate your friends and that gambling is bad. you lose your money to a tall bald guy”

to put it politely you and Tommy found out that mini golf is not your calling in life

“ill stick to streaming“

“you’re both losing by the way”

“yeah well- why and how does tubbo have soup”

tubbo stood cradling the soup as though it was a child

“Some things I can’t explain to you”

you stood tilting your head to the side questioning where the hell he got soup from

“eh”

“soups like a small child I take care of it as if it was my own”

you couldn’t contain your laughter at this point the confused faces of your friends alongside tubbos happiness of soup sent you over the edge so you decided to just sit down before you fall as your knees were already weak from laughing too much

“where did you get the soup from”

“I manifested it”

•••

after a few solid minutes of arguing over soup you and Tommy dropping the phone you all continued with bowling.

“tubbo get out of the way of my dream ball”

you stood recording jack cheering him on tubbo had different plans and kicked the ball away resulting in jack giving up and copying what you had been doing most of the rounds, after missing the hole 3 times each go, picking up the ball and placing it in the hole however again he missed

“you can’t be serious”

“golf isn’t for everyone big man”

Tommy took the phone from you to record “pov you’re me golfing”

•••

“how do we get across there”

“probably the bridge”

Tommy pulled to rope moving the bridge across the gap

“Why thank you, Tommy, wouldn’t have been able to do it without you”

you laughed

“you're extremely welcome y/n it was extremely easy because I’m a big muscly man”

golf was finally going well till you hit the ball a bit too hard causing it to go over the fence tubbo was able to get the ball back

“I’ve been watching a lot of doctor shows” you stood amazed at how far you made the ball go

“see the issue is its mini golf. if this was regular golf I'd have got a hole in one I'm telling you”

•••

“I'm never being in your vlog again”

jack looked at you and tubbo who was now laughing at you pretending to worship the can of soup in the hole

“Tommy please come back”

the rest of the game was chaos, you kept missing the hole then claiming to rage quit golf tubbo and Tommy kept making jokes jack left his drink somewhere then had to go back and find it, no one had been paying attention to you which allowed you to take the score sheet and make it so you had won the game eventually he game was over you had declared yourself the champion of golf despite the fact everyone was better than you including Tommy

•••

the journey back was chaos you called ranboo who claimed he only called you to plan a video/stream with you however it was clear that wasn’t the reason tubbo whispered to you so no one could hear

“I think he wants to be here with us I think he’s jealous”

you laughed and nodded

“of course”

eventually, you all made it back to yours, ranboo said goodbye to everyone then ended the call now it was time for you to say your goodbyes. since your love language was physical touch you hugged everyone. As you walked into your house Tommy yelled “Y/N HOW DO YOU FEEL ABOUT PLANES”

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caretaker-au · 3 years

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CHAPTER 10

Bright light spilled into Chara’s vision as the world manifested around them. Their body—heavy and fragile—struggled and dropped them to their knees.

As they fell forward Chara caught themselves with their hands. They stared out at their small, feeble fingers that were splayed on the lavender colored floor, each digit tipped with a dull, flat fingernail. Where were they? And what was that awful pounding sensation? They pulled a hand to their chest. That’s right. Their heart. No longer made from monster magic, Chara’s human flesh felt comparatively sluggish and dense. The body they were never supposed to return to. Chara crossed their arms and gripped themself tight. Fierce emotion flooded through their body: a touch of grief for their own death, relief for their survival, and most of all, rage.

“Asriel…” they breathed, their voice a shaking whisper, “How could you?”

After everything they had done, after all that they sacrificed for him, Asriel had betrayed them. Again. As he always had. It didn’t matter how hard Chara worked or how many timelines they chased, their wretched partner threw away everything they had to protect accursed humans. This time was the worst, however. Asriel’s betrayal ended in orchestrating a shared execution.

“You really hate me that much?” Chara’s voice was little more than a shaking growl. They wanted to scream, to declare that they wouldn’t allow it, that they would find someone else who would respect them and carry out their plan. But they didn’t believe it.

“Chara?”

A small voice broke through the fury. Chara looked up and saw them. A child hesitating in a stone doorway just ahead of them: Frisk.

The child’s expression relaxed into a smile, “I’m glad you’re okay.”

Anger flashed across Chara’s face. They pulled themselves to their feet, wavering slightly. They staggered towards Frisk with heavy steps, increasing their speed into a run. Frisk’s eyes widened for a moment before they scowled. The child braced themself and held out their arms, “Chara, stop!”

The caretaker grabbed Frisk by the collar and wrenched them up against the doorframe. The kid’s teeth chattered as their skull thudded against the stone behind them.

“Why?!” Chara barked, hatred seeping from their every pore, “You took everything from us! Our lives, our future, the salvation of all monsters!” Frisk turned their head away, clenching their eyes tight as Chara berated them. “Nothing was stopping you from leaving. So why?” Chara demanded, “Why did you return? To mock me? To torment me?”

“No…” Frisk answered quietly, “To save you.”

Their answer didn’t make any sense. Chara stared back, unable to even articulate a response. Instead, they slammed Frisk against the wall again. “Liar!” Chara cried out, “You expect me to believe that?”

“It’s the truth!” Frisk squirmed and pulled on Chara’s hands to no avail, “Escape isn’t worth anyone’s life. Not even yours, Chara!”

Chara’s fists clenched tighter around the slack of Frisk’s sweater. With a heave, they tossed the child to the side. Frisk splayed across the floor with a grunt.

“You are wrong,” Chara huffed, “And you… are a fool. Did you not learn the first time? I don’t care about your mercy.”

Frisk pulled themself to their feet. They straightened and returned Chara’s frenzied glare with a quiet gaze.

Chara continued, “I will not stop. This time I’ll take the souls, ignore you, and escape to the Surface. There, Asriel and I… we’ll…” Chara trailed off as Asriel’s face crossed their mind again. They sank to the floor, the air feeling heavier and heavier. “That traitor… he will never… he will never cooperate.”

The realization was like a knife twisting in their gut. Even with his betrayal, Asriel was always the most devoted. No one would be able to replace him. Despair crept into their heart as Chara realized they needed him more than Asriel needed them back. Chara had considered Frisk their greatest opponent, but it was Asriel who truly stood in their way.

Chara’s vision swam, so they turned their head away from Frisk, their hair falling in front of their face. Knowing the human was seeing them like this made their skin crawl, and they wished the ground would swallow them up. As Chara spoke, they held their breath to keep their voice from shaking. “Leave.”

Frisk hesitated, surely coming up with a response. Mockery? Pity? Chara wouldn’t bear it.

“Out of my sight! Now!” Chara shouted; their roar made the air tremble. Frisk didn’t wait to be told again. The sound of scuffling footsteps faded from earshot, and soon Chara was alone in the silence once more.

Finally, Chara let the tears fall from their eyes. They were disgusted with the way their breath hitched and sobbed no matter how much they tried to stifle it. Asriel did this to them. Asriel would have to pay.

Chara indulged in several minutes of sickening self pity before they finally wiped their face. Looking around, it took Chara a moment before they registered just where they were. They were deep within the Ruins, just outside the chamber Frisk had fallen into. But that didn’t make sense. From Chara’s experience, time could only be turned back to the most recently fixed point. Frisk should have been returned to just before their battle, perhaps in the jail. Instead, here they were, back to the moment they first met. Was Frisk not confined to the same limits of time travel?

Chara shook their head. They couldn't think about this now. Only one thing mattered: Asriel’s punishment. Drawing the will to stand, Chara pushed themselves upright to follow the child.

In one way or another, Frisk had made it past all the traps, through the house, and—presumably—out the exit. It was for the best; Chara couldn’t stand to cross paths with the child again. Inside the house, they paused to collect a large padlock they had stored in a table drawer. It was heavy and nearly the size of a text book with ornate designs engraved across it. The lock was imbued with abjuration magic, made specifically to lock the Ruins after Asriel was nearly killed by the human years ago. The lock would render any door unbreachable by human or monster, and Chara held the only key.

Chara carried the device with them into the basement, down the hall, and to the large exterior doors that lead to the snow draped forests beyond. The doors were slightly ajar, revealing a set of footprints that dotted the snow off into the distance.

Chara sighed, taking one last look at the snowy view, before pulling the doors shut. For decades, the lock had only been placed on the outside, removed only when Chara came through to patrol the ruins or escort monsters between Home and Snowdin. Today, for the first time, the doors would be locked from the inside with Chara within. They looped the padlock through the handles of the door, and when they snapped it into place, the doors shuddered and clamped together with a jolt. Chara traced a fingernail down the seam of the two doors. No one would be passing through without their permission.

Confronting Asriel directly was not an option. After all, any progress made with Asriel could be undone by Frisk. Not to mention they weren’t even sure what they could tell him. Asriel’s traitorous inclinations were buried deep into his core, waiting until Chara was at their most desperate to stab them in the back.

But there was one tactic that Frisk would be unable to interfere with. Silence. If Chara withdrew to the Ruins without a word, Asriel would surely blame himself for Chara’s sudden absence. Chara knew Asriel well: he’d beg for Chara’s return and apologize for things he didn’t do, all the while ignorant of his traitorous compulsions. Cruel, perhaps, but nothing was as cruel as what he had done in those erased timelines.

Chara checked their phone. They already had one message from Asriel inquiring as to when they’d return home. The caretaker marked it as read before slipping it back into their pocket.

---

As predicted, Asriel came to the door and stayed all night long. Knocking, calling, pleading-- Chara relished each pathetic attempt at reconciliation. He deserved to be confused, heartbroken, and alone, just as Chara was. Over the course of the day Chara received messages from Asgore, Toriel, and many other monsters. They all asked the same thing: Are you okay? Do you want to talk? We found this human named Frisk, do you know them? Even Muffet demanded an explanation. Chara would have to deal with her later.

Leaving everyone wondering and begging for answers was the only power Chara had left. Word was getting to the monsters in Home as well, evidenced by the additional messages piling up on their phone. Chara ignored them too. Eventually they would realize they were trapped on this side of the door as well, unwilling hostages in Chara’s scheme.

No matter. The monsters deserved to be trapped. Every one of them was just like Asriel: eager to please and sentimental to a fault. Chara had devoted their entire life to serving them and in return they never offered to help collect the souls that would free them. In fact, Chara had to resort to time travel to push them in the right direction for just an ounce of support. They all deserve to rot in this dark, claustrophobic hell.

---

“So you just let a human walk on by?” Muffet inquired in a sing-song voice, “That doesn’t seem much like the great caretaker at all!”

The two of them were sitting in her parlor, each on a lavish chair. A full tea set complete with baked goods sat on a low table between them, though Chara knew better than to partake in it. Spider legs stuck out of the scones like coarse hairs, and they couldn’t even imagine what the tea had been steeped with.

“Yes. Well.” Chara said, looking down at their lap, “There is not much I can do about it now.”

“Oh yes, I imagine the sweet thing is the new royal favorite, aren’t they?” Muffet’s fanged smile turned up in a mocking grin, “The queen has always had a soft spot for filthy little strays. You know that better than anyone, right, dearie?”

Chara bit back a retort. With time no longer under their control, they had to be careful while inside of her lair. It had been a week since they sealed the Ruins, and Muffet was the only person they had spoken to since. The crime lord wasn’t their first choice of confidant, of course, but she had been insisting on meeting and they knew better than to reject her invitation.

“I suppose so,” they responded softly.

Muffet giggled to herself, then suddenly reached for the plate of cookies between them. It was only after she grabbed a couple treats that Chara realized they had flinched when she moved. They tried to relax but the attempt only made them more tense.

“So, is that why you locked the exit? Had a bit of a falling out with the in-laws?”

“Something like that.” Chara frowned, “I’d rather not talk about it.”

“Oh of course, a lady like me wouldn’t dream of indulging in distasteful gossip! Instead, I have a business proposition~”

Chara straightened. In their current circumstance, they didn’t have much in the way of influence or leverage.

“How can I be of service?” they asked.

“I want to relocate,” Muffet paused to bite into one of her cookies. It sounded... crunchy. “You see, the Ruins are awfully drafty, and the cold isn’t good for my constitution. I was thinking about moving in the next year or so, but now that you’ve so... graciously sealed us all in here, I predict the traffic in my shop will be slowing down considerably.”

“Understood.” Chara nodded, “I will make an exception for you and open the d—”

“I wasn’t finished, Chara.” Muffet said, her voice lowering. There was a tense pause before she smiled again, “I want a limousine~”

“A—A what?” Chara asked, incredulous.

“A heated limousine that will chauffer my employees and I all the way to Hotland,” she gestured to the spiders that skittered between the tea cups, “A necessary luxury to ensure we make it safely through the biting cold of Snowdin. Should be a simple task for a monarch, correct?”

“Of course. Leave it to me.” Chara smiled, “Is that all?”

“Not much for business, are you, Chara?” Muffet smirked, “This is where you negotiate the terms of the agreement~”

“No need. I am happy to do this as a gesture of goodwill.” Chara outstretched their hand—it wasn’t trembling anymore, thankfully—and Muffet gave it a dainty shake.

Once Chara was safely out of Muffet’s lair, they heaved a sigh of relief. Somehow they had managed to leave in one piece despite Muffet’s attempts to bait them. Now they just had to figure out how to serve her outrageous demands. Chara fished their phone out of their pocket, dismissed several dozen missed calls and text notifications, and opened their address book. They were going to need to call in some discreet favors.

---

One month had passed since they sealed the Ruins. It wasn’t easy, but Chara managed to arrange for Muffet’s departure without alerting the Dreemurrs. Eventually, the royals found out the Ruins door had been briefly opened which led to a fresh barrage of calls, messages, and knocking on the resealed door, all of which Chara ignored, of course.

Chara walked the streets of Home late at night, the crystals in the ceiling sparkling above. They could feel the eyes of the monsters on them, but after weeks of Chara ignoring and scowling in return, the monsters had given up on approaching them. Wordlessly, they did their weekly shopping at the local market. As a member of the royal family, Chara had never needed to pay for any necessities, and it seemed the benefits even extended here. It was only fair compensation, of course. After all, Chara was still serving the undeserving monsters by patrolling the Ruins every day for human threats.

---

“Ugh, really?” Chara muttered. They were nearly done with their patrol, having reached the large trap of spikes that was circled with a moat. Chara pushed down on the edge of the spike panel’s pressure plate with their foot, but the spikes failed to retract completely, the deadly points standing out by a few inches. It wasn’t a good sign: the springs inside were starting to give out. And if the springs snapped while Chara was standing above it…

Chara shuddered. They had witnessed that messy result and they didn’t care to experience it first hand. Typically, Chara would order replacement parts and perform maintenance themself, but the machinist that created the pieces was in New Home. Unsealing the door again was out of the question.

“Of course this would happen now,” Chara grumbled. They moved their foot off the plate and the spikes shot back into place. How many more compressions would it tolerate before it broke? Before Frisk came to the Underground, Chara could risk it and undo any unpleasant accidents, but if the past five months were any indication, Frisk was not nearly as eager to manipulate time. In fact, time had been rolled back only two times since Chara let the child go.

It was inconceivable. How could Frisk resist the urge to erase the inevitable little mistakes that ruined every day? Embarrassing moments, broken tea cups, scraped knees… all could be fixed in an instant with the right application of their power. To have such power and yet choose to carry the weight of their failures—it defied reason.

More importantly, if Chara suffered a tragic accident while isolated here, no one would come to their rescue… whether through time manipulation or otherwise.

“Unfortunate.” Chara said to themself with a resigned sigh, “I will have to dismantle them. All of them.” They turned around and headed back home. While they didn’t have access to their machinist anymore, they did have a few hand tools and plenty of time.

---

Eight months had passed since Chara had let Frisk go. As they walked the path of the now defanged Ruins, they revised and repeated their old plan over and over. If they could just get one more soul to replace Frisk, they would have the seven required to break the barrier and purify the Surface. The only thing missing, of course, was a willing monster to absorb them.

They reached the end of their patrol: the entrance to the Underground for lost, unlucky humans. The chamber was empty, as it had been every day since Frisk fell in. Chara walked into the center of the room and stared up into the vacant darkness looming above. One hundred years had passed on the Surface and only eight humans had fallen in that time. How long would it take for another to arrive? Ten years? Thirty? Without the help of their powers Chara could very well die before seeing the next human soul.

Chara turned to leave, but did a double take as they glimpsed a glimmer of gold on the ground. They kneeled and pushed the grass aside to reveal a small yellow bud, barely beginning to open.

“It cannot be…” Chara breathed, “A Golden Flower?”

Golden Flowers were common on the Surface, but had no presence in the Underground. Chara was so sure of this that they had incorporated them into their original plan over 20 years ago. By requesting to see the wild flowers on their deathbed, Chara could ensure Asriel would cross the barrier with their corpse in tow.

Or at least, that was what should have happened.

Chara clenched their teeth at the bitter memory. It was the first of many perfect plans ruined by Asriel’s cowardice. The caretaker grasped the plant and ripped it out of the ground by the root.

Immediately, Chara felt a pang of regret. They stared down at the pathetic thing. Their favorite flower, somehow growing in this dark, sunless prison. When had it taken root? Did some seeds blow in from the Surface? Or were they brought in by a... passenger?

Chara shook their head. Regardless of how it was introduced to the Underground, it was now a part of the Ruins—their Ruins. It didn’t deserve to suffer for Asriel’s mistakes. Reflexively, Chara attempted to turn back time, but nothing happened.

With a sigh, they returned the flower to where it was and buried its roots back into the soil. The stem was bent and it wouldn’t stay upright, but weeds were resilient. With a little help, it might still make it.

---

Chara hesitated before their latest masterpiece, knife in hand. Resting on a serving plate was a beautiful, hand crafted chocolate ganache cake. Strawberries perched on top of the silky dark topping, and the intoxicating aroma filled the house. Somehow, even without their powers, it had turned out almost too perfect to eat.

Emphasis on "almost". Carefully, Chara slid the knife through the decadent construction and placed a slice on their plate. They paused to admire the moist cross section before sliding a fork through the end and taking a bite.

Absolute bliss.

"Not bad for a humble birthday cake," Chara said to themself. They were thirty-seven today. Chara looked across the dining table into the empty living room. The only sound was the fire crackling in the hearth, emitting heat for a one person abode. They wished this house wasn’t nearly identical to the one in New Home; the similarities made it too easy to imagine Toriel in her chair, Asgore in the kitchen, and Asriel leaning on the table with his elbows, big goofy grin on his face. The Dreemurrs loved birthdays, always spending weeks preparing for a large and lavish party.

This was the first birthday they had spent alone since they were thirteen. They had forgotten how miserable it could be.

Chara checked their phone. They had over one hundred notifications that had come in just today. They scrolled through to find the only contact that mattered: Asriel.

“Happy birthday, Chara!!” the message read, “Mom and Dad and I are thinking about you lots! We even got you a gift, so I hope we can give it to you one day! Wherever you are, take good care of yourself, okay?” A line of party and heart related emojis followed.

Chara read the message over and over. Asriel’s texts would always fill them with disgust and hatred, but not today. Instead Chara just felt… lonely. It was a pathetic, shameful feeling, but a true feeling nonetheless. Despite all the ways Asriel had disrespected them, Chara couldn’t hide from the fact that they missed him.

The caretaker allowed themself to vocalize a thought they had been pushing out of their mind for months. “Maybe…” Chara spoke, their soft voice breaking the quiet, “Maybe it is time to go home.”

They sighed, resigning themself. The eternal silent treatment was never a realistic plan, and while Asriel was the intended subject of the punishment, it was unpleasant to Chara, too. Scrolling up through his messages, Asriel had sent hundreds upon hundreds over the past year begging them to “just talk”. All had gone unanswered. The confusion and desperation in those messages were clear; he was perfectly primed for a reconciliation.

But Chara wanted more than reconciliation. More important than companionship was freedom. Freedom not just for undeserving monsters, but most importantly, freedom for themself.

“There is still a way,” Chara muttered to themself, “I simply… pushed Asriel too quickly. Asriel always responded better to a softer approach.” Chara stood, pacing.

“We will delay soul fusion until the end of my natural life. Nothing barbaric or tragic. My dying wish will be to live on within him. He cannot turn down my final request.”

Chara nodded, they could see it now. After a few decades, Chara would peacefully pass from their old, frail body into Asriel’s strong, youthful one, a benefit of his species’ long life span.

“Then we gather the rest of the souls. But not right away. Asriel will need some time to adjust to sharing a vessel with me. But he will with time. Perhaps even the child can be convinced to willingly donate their soul to the cause.” Even though Frisk wouldn’t be a child anymore, it was hard to imagine Frisk as anything but a meddling brat. Honestly, they’d probably still be a brat in thirty years.

“If not, that is... fine. The child can be suffered to live.” The decision was a reluctant one, but giving mercy to such an undeserving creature gave Chara a pleasant feeling of self-righteousness. After all, it didn’t really matter if Frisk lived or died. The important thing was purifying the Surface and breaking the barrier. One human would not make a difference.

“Yes. This will work.” A smile crept onto Chara’s face and their heart thrummed with excitement. They would return to Asriel, who would embrace them with utmost relief and joy. After all, absence makes the heart grow fonder, and Asriel had shown no signs of giving up on them.

Chara would enjoy a long life in the company of their loved ones until the day they would embrace their prophesied purpose as the Underground’s savior.

It would require patience, but their splendid utopia was once again within reach. They began planning their grand return.

chapter 10 // end

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I adore corruption arcs, so I graded how well the non-archivist characters would have damned humanity if they had been the archivist.

Sasha James 11/10, would be an ideal archivist, this plus her height is probably why the stranger monster targeted her before she could peak

I have a soft spot for any au that knows Sasha has never seen a brain cell in her life and that any unhinged!Sasha au is really just a regular Sasha au. Picture it with me. Sasha and Jon have parallel archivist tracks, until Sasha (my beloved show off) decides: you know what would make me more efficient at snooping? Becoming a Human Google. And things accelerate. The Web doesn't even need to bother with subtly magic lighters, it slaps all 14 marks on her at once by pulling up next to Sasha in a windowless van with "free secrets 👍" written on the side.

After the Unknowing, Sasha takes over the institute from Elias instead of Martin and Peter. With Tim dead, Jon in a coma, Martin lonely-snatched, Melanie compulsively homicidal, Daisy in the coffin, and Basira on autopilot, she quickly bonds with Rosie, the ultimate nosiness enabler. Sasha is a fully marked archivist for a good long while, but doesn't start the apocalypse right away because she's eager to read ALL the ominous notes Elias left, so the watcher's crown statement is in her to-be-read pile. When the apocalypse starts (Rosie: "Hey, Sasha, I just read something extra fucked up that Elias wrote, wanna see?" Sasha: "God yes."), she books it to become the pupil with Rosie as her anchor. Mayhapse an anchor-archivist polycule with Archivist Jon and Martin? Mayhapse Jon is just a normal eye avatar here and deeply invested in all of Sasha's eyepocalypse statements, so it's Sasha and her plus-three? Mayhapse it's a race across the eyepocalypse wasteland between Archivist Sasha and Archivist Jon to usurp Jonah and become the pupil?

Tim Stoker 2/10 dude's here for a good time, not a long time

The only way I see this working is if Elias disguises not-stranger clues as circus related so Tim is motivated to investigate. Otherwise, his archival assistants are way more curious than him and disobey his direct orders to 🍹chill🏝. Jon, Sasha, and Martin inadvertently bring marks home to him like cats bring home dead birds. He asserts his agency when he decides the best course of action? Actually? Just blow up the archives. This unfortunately puts him in a false sense of security, and Elias makes him read the watcher's crown statement by cat fishing him on grindr and sending the ritual as a dm mid conversation.

Daisy Tonner - 9/10 archivist, would have started doomsday before she was at the archivist job long enough to use her PTO

Daisy already had a lot of experience hunting down fear-entity-related people in sectioned cases, which means she possibly canonically already has all the marks from just hunting avatars who use their powers in self defense. The reason she lost one point is because she's too much of a jock to read, only nerds are culpable to watcher crown statements, so this would be the only delay but oh what a delay it will be.

Melanie King - 7/10 archivist, points awarded for achieving her breakthroughs by smashing her head against a wall until she literally breaks through, points deducted for doing so in full clown makeup.

If Jon got a handful of marks by just asking anoying questions in the same room as an avatar, imagine how much faster Melanie would get marks by bringing her trademark Chaotic Brat personality on fear entity investigations. The apocalypse would have started in like two seasons: one season to hire her off the streets and establish shakey, complex relationships with her new assistants (Jon and Sasha put in the time with the institute but were passed over on this promotion for some random YouTuber (plus they're tighter with Tim and Martin, so proletarian solidarity against the boss)).

Then a second season to stab every mark and get stabbed in return. Melanie would blitz through all 14 marks because what precious little impulse control she starts with is slowly replaced with slaughter juice. One fun moral ambiguity to explore could be if Melanie tries to use her new, dangerous Eye/Slaughter powers to revive her reputation and platform in the supernatural community now that she can, ya know, identify supernatural things for the first time ever. Does she acknowledge her entire career up to her hospital episode apparently only investigated fake sightings? A better question to ask is whether Basira, Tim, and Jon ever let her live down how Ghost Hunt UK's professional dignity was contingent on the legitimacy of her sCiEnTiFiC gHoSt eQuIpMeNt in those episodes, so the temperature spikes set to dramatic music were well and truly just temperature spikes and dramatic music. Sasha found a clip of that music playing as Melanie narrates "it's a message... from the other side..." and made it as her text tone.

Also, it would be hilarious if Melanie tried to kill Jonah on sight in the panopticon, once again botched assassination attempt number 1,963,538, and then Jon quietly snuck in to finish the job on his first try just like in canon.

Jon: "What, like it's hard?"

Basira Hussain 3/10 archivist, her eye alignment manifests as office gossip, like a normal person

Basira has the most formidable super power of all: the power to nope tf out of any conversation or plan she wants. She therefore would probably take 10x longer to start the apocalypse than any other archivist because her fatal flaw is refusal to directly engage with a lot of personally difficult things (like the slaughter bullet surgery she organized, Daisy In General, etc). The marks will be slow going if she resists putting her safety on the line or invests time in making good plans (which is smart, but unhelpful for dooming humanity). She would for sure still get marked and end the world because once she's convinced of a plan (aka Elias convinces her of a plan), she's ruthlessly efficient. So I'd stay out of her way that last year or two, she marks the entities right back at them.

Martin Blackwood 2/10 archivist, considering a prerequisite for creepy eye avatar staring is the ability to make eye contact.

S1 Archivist Martin would probably dote too much on the employees under him to be hugely susceptible to Elias' isolation-dependant manipulation. Any progress Martin inadvertently achieves toward the watcher's crown goal would have to be contingent on it helping his loved ones, which is perfect fuel for a "corrupted by good intentions" arc. This would be key because Martin has superb bullshit and manipulation detection, making the marks are tricky but not impossible to orchistrate considering Jon can't stay put in a safe corner for 10 minutes and Martin's mother would refuse to stay with him where she's safe from avatar threats.

Imagine the petty drama when Jon and Sasha learn he got the promotion they wanted because he lied on his CV.

Other than that, Martin would be even worse about pit stops on the apocalypse road trip than Jon because his Kill Bill mode would have no off switch. Does Archivist!Martin and his anchor Jon ever reach the panopticon? Eventually, but not until after they lose points for significantly reducing the apocalypse fear quantity. Would Annabelle survive to deliver her cryptic MaCHiNAtIoNs and achieve the Web's goal? Hard No, additional point reduction for neutralizing the multiverse invasion. Points potentially earned back if Martin's Web connection is strong enough to come up with the multiverse invasion plan on his own, though.

Georgie Barker 4/10, as a fearless coward, all the fear she feeds to the entities would be khaki flavored. They'd get their apocalypse, but they probably wouldn't enjoy the meal.

Similar to Basira, Georgie has the super power to Fuck This Shit I'm Out. She would overall be a subpar humanity damning archivist; a major archivist success factor of Jon's is that he has enough affective empathy to be afraid with every statement giver he reads, so when Jon archives a statement, he unintentionally contributes to the fear soup seasoning. Combined with how Georgie doesn't want anything to do with entity drama, so any corruption specific to the watcher's crown would stagnate. Even her casual exposition conversations would go like

Georgie: "I've connected no dots."

Melanie: "you've connected a lot of dots??"

Georgie: "I've connected shit all dots."

The reason she gets one more point than Basira is because Georgie's fatal flaw is the passive observer quality the Eye tried to stoke in Jon. Her level of engagement oscillates between two extremes, impulsive over commitment and judging from a distance. This would probably lead her to geting involved just long enough for her involvement to become irreversible, at which point she would try to cut that shit out of her life after it's trapped her. She'd linger, barricading herself on the margins of this problem as the marks that are targeted at her slowly tally up until boom. Apocalypse is on and she only half understands what's happening.

Georgie would wander around an apocalypse hellscape confused, but vibes and physical health fully intact. Anchor!Melanie would have quite the emotional journey starting with Georgie on that pedestal Melanie placed her, and ending with a slaughter avatar stabbing the person who convinced her to work on her slaughter inclination.

#the magnus archives #tma #jonathan sims #jon sims #martin blackwood #basira hussain #daisy tonner #melanie king #Georgie Barker #Tim Stoker #sasha james

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