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2024.05.18 15:04 Hewholooksskyward Time, and Time Again - Chapter 4
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Chapter 4
The days and weeks that followed were a whirlwind of activity. There was so much to learn; history, both Earth’s future, and the war against the Satura, science and modern technology, much of which Mike struggled to grasp, as well as more mundane tasks like requesting information from the “computer”, and creating items with something called a “replicator”. He went to bed exhausted, his mind bursting with new knowledge, while his nights were restless, filled with nightmares of the past and future. Both Vargas and Amélie were patient with him, but there was an undercurrent of urgency impossible to ignore. He recognized its source all too well.
They were worried an attack was coming and were desperately trying to prepare him for when it did, but it was also obvious they feared it would happen before he was ready. He buckled down, pushing himself even harder, but they all knew the clock was ticking.
Three weeks after his arrival, a blaring alarm roused him from his fitful slumber, sending him staggering towards its source. The others were already there, huddled over the computer’s display, with worried expressions evident on their faces.
“What’s going on?” he asked, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.
“Temporal incursion,” Vargas informed him, “attempting to trace its source now.”
He glanced over at Amélie. “The enemy?”
“Oui,” she nodded, her eyes never leaving the screen.
The long hours of instruction allowed him to follow the highlights, if not the details. Through the commander’s efforts, he finally pinpointed the location of the enemy’s attack. “May 14th, 1840,” he said at last, “in London, England.”
“What’s happening in London?” Delany asked in confusion.
“I don’t know yet,” he said, irritated. “I’m still trying to trace its effects. There’s a lot of interference going on here.” A sharp intake of breath betrayed Amélie’s distress at the news.
“I take it that’s not a good sign,” Mike said quietly.
“No, it is not,” she agreed. “Interference is caused by changes to the timeline. The more interference, the greater the change. Our only hope, then, is to trace the distortion to its source. If we can isolate where the timeline first diverges, we may be able to prevent it.”
“And if we can’t?”
Amélie shuddered. “I do not know,” she whispered.
The pair watched in earnest while Vargas worked to clear up the data. As the information finally came into focus, he winced and looked away. “Fuck,” he swore under his breath.
“What?” Mike demanded.
“Queen Victoria,” he grimaced. “Both she and Prince Albert were assassinated before they produced an heir. No wonder the temporal plot is such a fucking disaster.” He looked closer, reading the details as they emerged from the computer. “With their deaths, next in line for the throne was Ernest Augustus, King of Hannover.” He shook his head, turning to face them both. “This is very disturbing news.”
“Why?” Delany asked him. “I mean, I know she was important and all, but England’s had lots of kings. Why does this make such a big difference?”
“Half of Europe’s royal families are descended from Victoria and Albert, or married into their family!” he exclaimed. “The Romanovs in Russia, the Kaiser in Germany, the kings and queens of Spain, Denmark, Norway, Greece, and Sweden? The entire map of Europe would be irrevocably altered, and that’s not even the worst of it.”
“Mon Dieu,” Amélie said in horror. “A German king, sitting upon the English throne.”
Vargas nodded in agreement. “Imagine how the First and Second World Wars would have played out, with Great Britain aligned with Germany, instead of the Allies. Imagine if Churchill couldn't rally the British people, and the American forces couldn't be based in England prior to the invasion. How would history have unfolded then, Sergeant?”
His mind whirled at the grim reality they just laid out for him. “The fascists would control all of Europe,” he said in shock.
“Not just Europe,” Vargas disagreed. “Let’s not forget the Japanese. Without the British and Dutch interfering with their plans, they would have free rein in Asia.”
“Wait a second,” Mike argued, holding up his hands, “you’re forgetting about America.”
“No, I'm not,” he said quietly. “Before Pearl Harbor, America was staunchly isolationist. Hell, I doubt I need to tell you that,” he snorted. “After all, you saw it with your own two eyes.”
“Yeah,” Mike said quietly. “I mean, there were a few folks that wanted to get involved, like the ones who went north to Canada to join up.”
“Yes… let’s not forget about Canada,” the commander said darkly. “A nation that shares our longest border, allied with a fascist England. America would be surrounded, isolated… and alone. How long do you think we could survive against the entire world?”
He couldn’t imagine a worse future. “We have to stop this,” he said fervently. “Tell me there’s a way we can prevent all that from happening.”
“There is,” he said with determination. “You and Amélie have to go back to 1840, and prevent the assassination.”
“Me?” Mike shook his head. “You should go, not me. You have a lot more experience than I do. I still don’t understand any of this shit!”
“I can’t go,” the commander argued. “That’s right at the edge of my Temporal Limit. But you’ll have Amélie to guide you… after all, this is her era we’re talking about. She knows it better than anyone. The replicator will provide you with period clothing, weapons, whatever you need.” He put a hand on Mike’s shoulder. “You can do this. I have faith in you.”
It wasn’t as if he hadn’t been on more dangerous missions before. “All right,” he said at last, “but how do we pinpoint the assassin? If we’re forced to wait until he commits, that could be too late.”
“If it were one of the Satura in disguise, we could easily track them,” Vargas explained, “but they prefer to use cutouts and cat’s paws. Our assassin is most likely someone they bribed or radicalized against the monarchy, which makes our job that much harder. However, I think I have something that will help you.” He smiled and pointed them toward the replicator. “Come on… time to get you both geared up.”
“... there,” Vargas said at last, “I think that should just about do it.” He gave Delany a final once-over. “It looks good on you,” he said in approval.
Mike turned and stared dubiously at his reflection in the mirror. He looked like an escapee from a Dickens novel. It wasn’t too bad. The trousers and jacket may have had an odd cut to them, from his perspective, but they were manageable. The shirt collar, on the other hand…
"Non,” Amélie chastised, swatting him with her handheld fan, “leave it alone. Tugging at the collar like that will brand you an imposter.” She wore a long printed dress, with ruffles and petticoats, like one of the sisters from “Little Women”.
“It itches,” he complained, pulling at it once more.
The Frenchwoman glared at him. “Perhaps you would prefer wearing my corset?” she snapped.
Delany swallowed. “Forget I said anything.”
“Here,” the commander continued, as he handed over the rest of their gear. “A Colt Paterson revolver, cut down to make it easier to conceal.” Mike took the weapon and tucked it inside his coat. “Don’t get caught with that,” he cautioned, “with the shortened barrel and pared-down grips, you’ll look like an assassin yourself.”
“Understood,” Mike nodded.
Vargas passed over a pair of tiny derringers to Amélie. “I’ll let you decide where you want to conceal them,” he said with a shrug. She gave him an old-fashioned look as she tucked them away. “A dagger for each of you,” he continued, giving them a pair of blades, before opening up a small case. “These, hopefully, will help you spot your target,” he explained, as he gave Mike a pair of spectacles, before gifting his companion with a jeweled lorgnette. “There’s a tiny stud on the frame, next to the right lens,” he explained. “Press that, and you’ll have infrared vision. Press it again, and they’ll function as night goggles. Someone planning to kill the queen will probably have an elevated body temperature from sweating. It might just give you the advantage you need.”
He fiddled with the glasses, testing the various modes, before nodding in approval. “Could have used these at Normandy,” he said, mostly to himself.
Finally, he gave Delany a top hat and cane, while Amélie received a fur muff made with mink, or at least a reasonable facsimile. “Remember, you’re high society types, so act the part. That should get you close to the queen, without arousing suspicion.” he gave them a final once-over. “All right. Your pocket watch will tell you when you must return, and will act as a beacon when it’s time to retrieve you. Any questions?”
They both shook their heads. “Then step onto the platform, and Godspeed.” The pair stepped onto the raised dais as she took his hand in hers. “Good luck, both of you,” Vargas told them, as he activated the controls.
Once again Mike felt himself being yanked away, as the gray featureless compartment vanished from sight.
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The days and weeks that followed were a whirlwind of activity. There was so much to learn; history, both Earth’s future, and the war against the Satura, science and modern technology, much of which Mike struggled to grasp, as well as more mundane tasks like requesting information from the “computer”, and creating items with something called a “replicator”. He went to bed exhausted, his mind bursting with new knowledge, while his nights were restless, filled with nightmares of the past and future. Both Vargas and Amélie were patient with him, but there was an undercurrent of urgency impossible to ignore. He recognized its source all too well.
They were worried an attack was coming and were desperately trying to prepare him for when it did, but it was also obvious they feared it would happen before he was ready. He buckled down, pushing himself even harder, but they all knew the clock was ticking.
Three weeks after his arrival, a blaring alarm roused him from his fitful slumber, sending him staggering towards its source. The others were already there, huddled over the computer’s display, with worried expressions evident on their faces.
“What’s going on?” he asked, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.
“Temporal incursion,” Vargas informed him, “attempting to trace its source now.”
He glanced over at Amélie. “The enemy?”
“Oui,” she nodded, her eyes never leaving the screen.
The long hours of instruction allowed him to follow the highlights, if not the details. Through the commander’s efforts, he finally pinpointed the location of the enemy’s attack. “May 14th, 1840,” he said at last, “in London, England.”
“What’s happening in London?” Delany asked in confusion.
“I don’t know yet,” he said, irritated. “I’m still trying to trace its effects. There’s a lot of interference going on here.” A sharp intake of breath betrayed Amélie’s distress at the news.
“I take it that’s not a good sign,” Mike said quietly.
“No, it is not,” she agreed. “Interference is caused by changes to the timeline. The more interference, the greater the change. Our only hope, then, is to trace the distortion to its source. If we can isolate where the timeline first diverges, we may be able to prevent it.”
“And if we can’t?”
Amélie shuddered. “I do not know,” she whispered.
The pair watched in earnest while Vargas worked to clear up the data. As the information finally came into focus, he winced and looked away. “Fuck,” he swore under his breath.
“What?” Mike demanded.
“Queen Victoria,” he grimaced. “Both she and Prince Albert were assassinated before they produced an heir. No wonder the temporal plot is such a fucking disaster.” He looked closer, reading the details as they emerged from the computer. “With their deaths, next in line for the throne was Ernest Augustus, King of Hannover.” He shook his head, turning to face them both. “This is very disturbing news.”
“Why?” Delany asked him. “I mean, I know she was important and all, but England’s had lots of kings. Why does this make such a big difference?”
“Half of Europe’s royal families are descended from Victoria and Albert, or married into their family!” he exclaimed. “The Romanovs in Russia, the Kaiser in Germany, the kings and queens of Spain, Denmark, Norway, Greece, and Sweden? The entire map of Europe would be irrevocably altered, and that’s not even the worst of it.”
“Mon Dieu,” Amélie said in horror. “A German king, sitting upon the English throne.”
Vargas nodded in agreement. “Imagine how the First and Second World Wars would have played out, with Great Britain aligned with Germany, instead of the Allies. Imagine if Churchill couldn't rally the British people, and the American forces couldn't be based in England prior to the invasion. How would history have unfolded then, Sergeant?”
His mind whirled at the grim reality they just laid out for him. “The fascists would control all of Europe,” he said in shock.
“Not just Europe,” Vargas disagreed. “Let’s not forget the Japanese. Without the British and Dutch interfering with their plans, they would have free rein in Asia.”
“Wait a second,” Mike argued, holding up his hands, “you’re forgetting about America.”
“No, I'm not,” he said quietly. “Before Pearl Harbor, America was staunchly isolationist. Hell, I doubt I need to tell you that,” he snorted. “After all, you saw it with your own two eyes.”
“Yeah,” Mike said quietly. “I mean, there were a few folks that wanted to get involved, like the ones who went north to Canada to join up.”
“Yes… let’s not forget about Canada,” the commander said darkly. “A nation that shares our longest border, allied with a fascist England. America would be surrounded, isolated… and alone. How long do you think we could survive against the entire world?”
He couldn’t imagine a worse future. “We have to stop this,” he said fervently. “Tell me there’s a way we can prevent all that from happening.”
“There is,” he said with determination. “You and Amélie have to go back to 1840, and prevent the assassination.”
“Me?” Mike shook his head. “You should go, not me. You have a lot more experience than I do. I still don’t understand any of this shit!”
“I can’t go,” the commander argued. “That’s right at the edge of my Temporal Limit. But you’ll have Amélie to guide you… after all, this is her era we’re talking about. She knows it better than anyone. The replicator will provide you with period clothing, weapons, whatever you need.” He put a hand on Mike’s shoulder. “You can do this. I have faith in you.”
It wasn’t as if he hadn’t been on more dangerous missions before. “All right,” he said at last, “but how do we pinpoint the assassin? If we’re forced to wait until he commits, that could be too late.”
“If it were one of the Satura in disguise, we could easily track them,” Vargas explained, “but they prefer to use cutouts and cat’s paws. Our assassin is most likely someone they bribed or radicalized against the monarchy, which makes our job that much harder. However, I think I have something that will help you.” He smiled and pointed them toward the replicator. “Come on… time to get you both geared up.”
Mike turned and stared dubiously at his reflection in the mirror. He looked like an escapee from a Dickens novel. It wasn’t too bad. The trousers and jacket may have had an odd cut to them, from his perspective, but they were manageable. The shirt collar, on the other hand…
"Non,” Amélie chastised, swatting him with her handheld fan, “leave it alone. Tugging at the collar like that will brand you an imposter.” She wore a long printed dress, with ruffles and petticoats, like one of the sisters from “Little Women”.
“It itches,” he complained, pulling at it once more.
The Frenchwoman glared at him. “Perhaps you would prefer wearing my corset?” she snapped.
Delany swallowed. “Forget I said anything.”
“Here,” the commander continued, as he handed over the rest of their gear. “A Colt Paterson revolver, cut down to make it easier to conceal.” Mike took the weapon and tucked it inside his coat. “Don’t get caught with that,” he cautioned, “with the shortened barrel and pared-down grips, you’ll look like an assassin yourself.”
“Understood,” Mike nodded.
Vargas passed over a pair of tiny derringers to Amélie. “I’ll let you decide where you want to conceal them,” he said with a shrug. She gave him an old-fashioned look as she tucked them away. “A dagger for each of you,” he continued, giving them a pair of blades, before opening up a small case. “These, hopefully, will help you spot your target,” he explained, as he gave Mike a pair of spectacles, before gifting his companion with a jeweled lorgnette. “There’s a tiny stud on the frame, next to the right lens,” he explained. “Press that, and you’ll have infrared vision. Press it again, and they’ll function as night goggles. Someone planning to kill the queen will probably have an elevated body temperature from sweating. It might just give you the advantage you need.”
He fiddled with the glasses, testing the various modes, before nodding in approval. “Could have used these at Normandy,” he said, mostly to himself.
Finally, he gave Delany a top hat and cane, while Amélie received a fur muff made with mink, or at least a reasonable facsimile. “Remember, you’re high society types, so act the part. That should get you close to the queen, without arousing suspicion.” he gave them a final once-over. “All right. Your pocket watch will tell you when you must return, and will act as a beacon when it’s time to retrieve you. Any questions?”
They both shook their heads. “Then step onto the platform, and Godspeed.” The pair stepped onto the raised dais as she took his hand in hers. “Good luck, both of you,” Vargas told them, as he activated the controls.
Once again Mike felt himself being yanked away, as the gray featureless compartment vanished from sight.
2024.05.18 12:51 Easy_Juggernaut6964 TV (Youtube app on Smart TV) addiction
I have had addiction to many devices.
Phone, PC, Laptop.
When I've managed to deal with one, deleting apps, adding restrictions, blocks, using blocking apps. Then the next most addictive thing becomes a problem.
I've now dealt with my Phone, PC, Laptop, where I don't have any issues with addiction. They're all locked down.
I use Screentime on my Phone, basically all apps are locked down and someone else has set the password.
On my PC & Laptop, I use a blocking app, which again has blocked and made it impossible to delve into any kind of addiction. Limiting it to only what I actually need it for.
However, I live with others.
And there's a TV in the property.
It's a smart TV.
And there's Youtube on the TV, alongside many other streaming platforms and services, which has become a big problem recently after having successfully dealt with my own devices.
I've asked the other people I live with if we can either get rid of the TV, or if we can set a PIN/password on it, so that I can't access it.
(They do watch it, but don't have an issue with compulsively watching it or with addiction. )
They said they enjoy watching TV and don't want to get rid of it or add any PIN or passwords to it, because then it makes it more difficult for them because they need to unlock it each time they use it.
They know I've had lots of problems with addiction.
And can see I've had a big problem now with the TV.
They say that by putting a PIN/Password on the TV so it's locked from me using it, and only they know the PIN, they're enabling my addictive behaviour by not addressing the real problem.
That it's kind of a lazy solution/I should use 'self discipline' to solve the addiction.
They know others who have had addictions to other things, like smoking, drugs etc who were not able to solve it through 'self discipline', but they don't see unrestricted internet/endless surfing as an addiction. They think it's more of a problem with myself. Not being able to solve it myself.
I have successfully built good habits despite some of their habits in my environment. Like if they eat unhealthy food or have it lying around, I don't eat unhealthy food, even if they offer it to me, same with alcohol/anything like that.
But with devices I have struggled. Because I truly know it's bad for me. But there's impulses and I'm not sure whether I should fight the battle within myself with problems in my environment (TV) and allow them to be easily accessed to me, and rely only on my ability to fight it off internally. Despite it being right in front of me and the others often offering to watch TV with me.
The problem mostly isn't when I watch TV with them, it's mostly when they're not there, I can often binge TV for way too long.
But it kind of keeps me hooked when they offer to watch with me and encourage me to watch things with them. Because they say it's a social thing and they want to watch stuff with me.
But then it kind of hooks me.
And when they're not there, the problem happens when I'm on my own. And they can't police my behaviour to help me manage my own behaviour, I can start watching and spend like 12 hours in a day watching.
I am self employed, working from home.
So the distractions are in my face, the whole day.
Whereas the others work normally. So they have normal schedules where they're not near a TV or device that can distract them.
Part of the challenge is that I'm not currently making much money.
I have a lot of savings.
But my self employment brings me quite inconsistent income.
So I have a fairly cheap deal here.
But the rent is increasing soon.
And I know I could have a better environment myself elsewhere. But it would be much much more expensive. When I'm not making money to cover it. Just burning through expenses.
So maybe I should risk it.
I estimate I have about 6-8 months worth of expenses saved up if I lived elsewhere.
Which would be about 1.5 years worth if I stayed.
I also really don't like living with others. Because I feel they distract me, make it more difficult to sleep, introduce distractions.
So the cheapest option would be to stay.
But I believe I can make much more money than I have now.
Recently I've been making less money than my monthly expenses. So been losing money each month.
And my costs would go up if I lived elsewhere.
But I think my environment could be better in terms of there not being a TV.
And no distractions from others I'm living with.
So it would be a risk but I'm not sure if it would pay off.
I do struggle with the current environment. With there being a TV here. WIth easy, immediate access to addiction.
But my costs would increase dramatically if I moved out.
With no guarantee it would pay off.
I believe I can do it. But the pressure would ramp up a lot more.
On the other hand, I don't know if I'm just blaming my environment and giving excuses about my current environment and I should be able to not deal with distractions and increase my income regardless of my current distractions here.
Sometimes there is a vicious cycle where my income is low, which makes me feel bad/low, then to avoid that painful reality, falling into addiction feels better than the bad results I'm getting, and that addiction leads to more addiction because it builds the habit. Whereas if my income was higher, I would more confidently move elsewhere and solve my environement as well. I do feel very confident in myself that if I perform well to my full potential, I can do very well.
What are your honest thoughts?
I'm not sure if I'm the problem or my environment is the problem. Whether I can beat the addiction with it right in front of me with easy, immediate access to unlimited screentime on the TV, and that it's not a real addiction, or whether I need to move elsewhere because it is a genuine addiction.
How I've solved these other addictions I've had is via blocks and restrictions on those devices.
Those devices I had the same kind of addiction as bad as this, but dealt with it with blocks. So I would have liked to deal with the TV with the same solution - putting PIN/password on it, but the people I live with are adamant they don't want a PIN/Password on it, despite me saying how big of a problem this addiction is to me and how helpful it would be, they say they are sympathetic, but that they don't think the TV is the problem, that I should just use self discipline and not allowed myself to be addicted.
So not sure if it's an addiction. Whether I can beat it myself without restrictions/blocks with easy, immediate access. Or whether to move elsewhere, costs go up drastically and only have 6-8 months worth of savings to burn through. And bet on my ability to increase my income and have a better environment so I can increase my income so I can be profitable.
Let me know your honest thoughts
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Phone, PC, Laptop.
When I've managed to deal with one, deleting apps, adding restrictions, blocks, using blocking apps. Then the next most addictive thing becomes a problem.
I've now dealt with my Phone, PC, Laptop, where I don't have any issues with addiction. They're all locked down.
I use Screentime on my Phone, basically all apps are locked down and someone else has set the password.
On my PC & Laptop, I use a blocking app, which again has blocked and made it impossible to delve into any kind of addiction. Limiting it to only what I actually need it for.
However, I live with others.
And there's a TV in the property.
It's a smart TV.
And there's Youtube on the TV, alongside many other streaming platforms and services, which has become a big problem recently after having successfully dealt with my own devices.
I've asked the other people I live with if we can either get rid of the TV, or if we can set a PIN/password on it, so that I can't access it.
(They do watch it, but don't have an issue with compulsively watching it or with addiction. )
They said they enjoy watching TV and don't want to get rid of it or add any PIN or passwords to it, because then it makes it more difficult for them because they need to unlock it each time they use it.
They know I've had lots of problems with addiction.
And can see I've had a big problem now with the TV.
They say that by putting a PIN/Password on the TV so it's locked from me using it, and only they know the PIN, they're enabling my addictive behaviour by not addressing the real problem.
That it's kind of a lazy solution/I should use 'self discipline' to solve the addiction.
They know others who have had addictions to other things, like smoking, drugs etc who were not able to solve it through 'self discipline', but they don't see unrestricted internet/endless surfing as an addiction. They think it's more of a problem with myself. Not being able to solve it myself.
I have successfully built good habits despite some of their habits in my environment. Like if they eat unhealthy food or have it lying around, I don't eat unhealthy food, even if they offer it to me, same with alcohol/anything like that.
But with devices I have struggled. Because I truly know it's bad for me. But there's impulses and I'm not sure whether I should fight the battle within myself with problems in my environment (TV) and allow them to be easily accessed to me, and rely only on my ability to fight it off internally. Despite it being right in front of me and the others often offering to watch TV with me.
The problem mostly isn't when I watch TV with them, it's mostly when they're not there, I can often binge TV for way too long.
But it kind of keeps me hooked when they offer to watch with me and encourage me to watch things with them. Because they say it's a social thing and they want to watch stuff with me.
But then it kind of hooks me.
And when they're not there, the problem happens when I'm on my own. And they can't police my behaviour to help me manage my own behaviour, I can start watching and spend like 12 hours in a day watching.
I am self employed, working from home.
So the distractions are in my face, the whole day.
Whereas the others work normally. So they have normal schedules where they're not near a TV or device that can distract them.
Part of the challenge is that I'm not currently making much money.
I have a lot of savings.
But my self employment brings me quite inconsistent income.
So I have a fairly cheap deal here.
But the rent is increasing soon.
And I know I could have a better environment myself elsewhere. But it would be much much more expensive. When I'm not making money to cover it. Just burning through expenses.
So maybe I should risk it.
I estimate I have about 6-8 months worth of expenses saved up if I lived elsewhere.
Which would be about 1.5 years worth if I stayed.
I also really don't like living with others. Because I feel they distract me, make it more difficult to sleep, introduce distractions.
So the cheapest option would be to stay.
But I believe I can make much more money than I have now.
Recently I've been making less money than my monthly expenses. So been losing money each month.
And my costs would go up if I lived elsewhere.
But I think my environment could be better in terms of there not being a TV.
And no distractions from others I'm living with.
So it would be a risk but I'm not sure if it would pay off.
I do struggle with the current environment. With there being a TV here. WIth easy, immediate access to addiction.
But my costs would increase dramatically if I moved out.
With no guarantee it would pay off.
I believe I can do it. But the pressure would ramp up a lot more.
On the other hand, I don't know if I'm just blaming my environment and giving excuses about my current environment and I should be able to not deal with distractions and increase my income regardless of my current distractions here.
Sometimes there is a vicious cycle where my income is low, which makes me feel bad/low, then to avoid that painful reality, falling into addiction feels better than the bad results I'm getting, and that addiction leads to more addiction because it builds the habit. Whereas if my income was higher, I would more confidently move elsewhere and solve my environement as well. I do feel very confident in myself that if I perform well to my full potential, I can do very well.
What are your honest thoughts?
I'm not sure if I'm the problem or my environment is the problem. Whether I can beat the addiction with it right in front of me with easy, immediate access to unlimited screentime on the TV, and that it's not a real addiction, or whether I need to move elsewhere because it is a genuine addiction.
How I've solved these other addictions I've had is via blocks and restrictions on those devices.
Those devices I had the same kind of addiction as bad as this, but dealt with it with blocks. So I would have liked to deal with the TV with the same solution - putting PIN/password on it, but the people I live with are adamant they don't want a PIN/Password on it, despite me saying how big of a problem this addiction is to me and how helpful it would be, they say they are sympathetic, but that they don't think the TV is the problem, that I should just use self discipline and not allowed myself to be addicted.
So not sure if it's an addiction. Whether I can beat it myself without restrictions/blocks with easy, immediate access. Or whether to move elsewhere, costs go up drastically and only have 6-8 months worth of savings to burn through. And bet on my ability to increase my income and have a better environment so I can increase my income so I can be profitable.
Let me know your honest thoughts
2024.05.18 09:42 Apprehensive_Ad_5296 my game reset
i’ve been playing this game since 2019, and i was on level 5000 something. the other day i noticed my profile picture changed and my gold + friends were gone. i deleted the game and logged back in, and now im on level 1. im logged into my account so what could cause this? is there any way to fix it? i’m also trying to change my password but my king account won’t connect to my email
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2024.05.18 09:00 Ubud_bamboo_ninja A new hypothesis suggests that consciousness may be a transferred electromagnetic quality of matter, coming from an otherworldly source.
 | Some researchers (list at the end*) have attempted to correlate periods of heightened electromagnetic activity with significant evolutionary events in the fossil record, such as the Cambrian Explosion. The “Ediacaran Explosion” is less known but also significant, marking a time when multicellular organisms began to dominate the oceans seemingly all at once. submitted by Ubud_bamboo_ninja to conspiracy [link] [comments]
While there is some suggestive evidence that electromagnetic activity might influence evolutionary processes, it is not yet a fully established or widely accepted explanation. Still it is a good field for thought experiments, so here is one you never heard about. New Hypothesis backstory: There is a modern philosophical framework called Computational Dramaturgy, which is based on a few major speculations:
Each separate member of the investor community doesn’t agree to do that, but the corporation in general does harm. So the big question is: are people so dumb to hurt themselves, or is something else that is the cause? And possibly other aspects, positive, like creativity. I stepped on this path to find more and more computational dramaturgical predictions about our reality. New Hypothesis: Now let’s come back to the two main “evolutionary explosions” millions of years ago connected to possible electromagnetic activity and the higher realm dramaturgical reason for life on Earth to become more complicated. Here is the hypothesis: If there is another dimensional source of all stories happening in our 3D world, and that source is timeless and spaceless, it might use these electromagnetic events to affect simple one-cell organisms to organize into more complex multicell organisms. It seems like during those “explosions” all living things just decided to evolve as fast as possible. They shapeshifted to find more convenient shapes for operating in this reality, creating more and more stories, and potentially creating a biological host for consciousness. The milestone “cubit” of a higher realm in order to radiate dramaturgy in every realm. Because whatever you can think about, it first comes in the form of a story in your head as an observer, and only then can it be detected and confirmed. The collapse of the function happens when you detect something; that’s the moment the material, definite world is created. So the characteristics of those two evolutionary explosions might be a sign of “turning On / Off” some powerful machine out there, just for 20-90 million years only! Like a powerful lamp in a greenhouse set on timer. It was turned on 635 million years ago the first time, giving some progress, and multicellular organisms appeared. Then the ‘cosmic influence” stopped and the Mother Earth almost destroyed all complex life. Then, 541 million years ago, the electromagnetic “machine” was turned on again, and another “life explosion” for about 20 million period happened. As if someone turned on the “reason to live” ray, so all organic life suddenly felt a need to create more and more complex stories, making out triple eyes, legs, claws, etc. https://preview.redd.it/wloqlfzwu41d1.jpg?width=900&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=f6685e0c75ac9204b60903cb8b9d0a5508a0ac81 Here is what could have caused high electromagnetic activity periods of that times:
So if those influence sources had an idea to make our stories more interesting and give us more and more “godly” powers, they did a fine job. Everything is turning out as planned. I’m just so happy to see what is next. For more exploration of this computational dramaturgy concept and interesting thought experiments about the nature of our reality, check the free book “Physics of Important Things”. \ Here are three examples of who have researched this hypothesis of electromagnetic effect:* - Joseph L. Kirschvink: He has co-authored papers discussing the relationship between magnetic field changes and evolutionary events, such as "The Precambrian-Cambrian boundary problem: solution to the extinction-delayed faunal signature" in “Proceedings of the National Academy of Sciences”. - Adrian L. Melott and Mikhail V. Medvedev: They have explored the potential impact of cosmic ray flux on Earth's biosphere. Their work "Do extragalactic cosmic rays induce cycles in fossil diversity?" suggests that changes in cosmic radiation, potentially linked to geomagnetic field variations, could influence mutation rates and evolutionary processes. - Richard Firestone: He has authored and co-authored several papers and a book, “The Cycle of Cosmic Catastrophes”, discussing how extraterrestrial events could influence Earth's geological and biological history. |
2024.05.18 06:22 USPromoGuy Ohio Betting Sites Sportsbook Apps Guide and Reviews
Ohio online sports betting opened its doors to Buckeye State residents on New Year’s Day of 2023 and it has since blossomed to become a major player in the state. Since launching, more than two dozen state-regulated Ohio betting apps have launched providing sports bettors with numerous choices in Ohio sports betting apps.
However, not all Ohio betting sites are created equal. In this article, we’ll review the best sports betting apps in Ohio and hopefully provide some useful guidance as you choose the best sports betting app in Ohio.
These are some of the best sports betting apps in Ohio so you should be able to find the perfect Ohio sports betting app for you.
DraftKings welcome offer
DraftKings’ latest new user welcome offer provides qualifying bettors with $200 in bonus bet credits once they bet $5 or more plus get a No Sweat NBA SGP every day of the NBA playoffs. You’ll receive your bonus bet credits regardless of the outcome.
FanDuel welcome offer
The latest FanDuel welcome bonus promotion provides qualifying players with $150 in bonus bets once they win a bet of $5 or more. You’ll earn your bonus bets so long as you win your wager.
BetMGM offers precious prop lines and specials that cannot be found on other Ohio sports betting platforms plus a wide range of betting markets. BetMGM is ideal for new and experienced users and is considered the best sports betting app in Ohio for many users.
BetMGM welcome offer
BetMGM’s latest new-user promotion provides players with up to $1500 worth of first-bet insurance once they qualify. This means you’ll earn your entire first bet back in bonus bets if it loses up to $1500.
DraftKings Sportsbook is the most trusted of the Ohio sportsbooks thanks to it being one of the worldwide leaders and widely used.
Which Sports Betting Site in Ohio has the Fastest Payout?
The Ohio sports betting app with the fastest payout would be FanDuel which can pay out instantly.
How Old do You Need to be to Bet on Sports in Ohio?
The legal betting age in Ohio is 21 to use Ohio sports betting apps.
Can you Bet on College Sports in Ohio?
Bettors can no longer place college bets on individual performance or in-game statistics on Ohio sports betting apps.
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However, not all Ohio betting sites are created equal. In this article, we’ll review the best sports betting apps in Ohio and hopefully provide some useful guidance as you choose the best sports betting app in Ohio.
🔥 Top Ohio Betting Apps
Below is a table listing our top Ohio sports betting apps, each sportsbook’s latest welcome offer promotion, and our overall rating for the sportsbook. Please look at each sportsbook listed and how the Ohio sportsbooks compare.These are some of the best sports betting apps in Ohio so you should be able to find the perfect Ohio sports betting app for you.
| Rank 🏅 | Sportsbook 🏠 | Welcome Offer + Code 💲 | Our Rating ⭐ |
|---|---|---|---|
| #1 | DraftKings Sportsbook | Bet $5 Get $200 instantly in Bonus Bets + SGP every day of the NBA Playoffs | 4.95/5 |
| #2 | FanDuel Sportsbook | Bet $5 Get $150 in Bonus Bets Win or Lose! | 4.9/5 |
| #3 | BetMGM Sportsbook | $1500 Paid Back in Bonus Bets if you don’t win | 4.85/5 |
Best Ohio Sports Betting Sites: Where to Bet in Ohio
In the section below, we’ll provide a more thorough review of each of the best sports betting apps in Ohio. We’ll detail the reasons behind our rankings and ratings and do a bit of a deeper dive into the strengths and weaknesses of each of the Ohio sports betting sites and Ohio sports betting apps.#1 DraftKings Sportsbook Ohio
DraftKings is our number-one best sports betting app in Ohio for several reasons. It’s not only the most popular Ohio sports betting app but it’s also the perfect Ohio sportsbook for both new and experienced users.DraftKings welcome offer
DraftKings’ latest new user welcome offer provides qualifying bettors with $200 in bonus bet credits once they bet $5 or more plus get a No Sweat NBA SGP every day of the NBA playoffs. You’ll receive your bonus bet credits regardless of the outcome.
- Welcome Bonus: Bet $5 Get $200 instantly in Bonus Bets + SGP Daily
- Legal in Ohio from: January 1st 2023
- Available Platforms: Desktop / iOS / Android
- Payout Speed: 2 days (PayPal) - 10 days (check)
- Best Feature: Valuable betting odds in a variety of markets plus daily odds boosts for existing customers
- Our Rating: 5/5
#2 FanDuel Sportsbook Ohio
FanDuel is our second-best sports betting app in Ohio. Similar in popularity to DraftKings, FanDuel is one of the largest sports betting operators in the United States and they’ve acquired such a massive following for several reasons. They’re widely known for their player props and Same Game Parlays, though their game lines are also valuable.FanDuel welcome offer
The latest FanDuel welcome bonus promotion provides qualifying players with $150 in bonus bets once they win a bet of $5 or more. You’ll earn your bonus bets so long as you win your wager.
- Welcome Bonus: Bet $5 Get $150 in Bonus Bets if You Win
- Legal in Ohio from: January 1st 2023
- Available Platforms: Desktop / iOS / Android
- Payout Speed: 0-2 days
- Best Feature: Exceptional welcome offer available without manually entering a promo code.
- Our Rating: 4.9/5
#3 BetMGM Sportsbook Ohio
Continuing our list of best sports betting apps in Ohio is BetMGM Sportsbook. Like Caesars, BetMGM is also a veteran in the sports betting industry and their Ohio betting app reflects this fact.BetMGM offers precious prop lines and specials that cannot be found on other Ohio sports betting platforms plus a wide range of betting markets. BetMGM is ideal for new and experienced users and is considered the best sports betting app in Ohio for many users.
BetMGM welcome offer
BetMGM’s latest new-user promotion provides players with up to $1500 worth of first-bet insurance once they qualify. This means you’ll earn your entire first bet back in bonus bets if it loses up to $1500.
- Welcome Bonus: $1500 Paid Back in Bonus Bets if You Lose
- Legal in Ohio from: January 1st 2023
- Available Platforms: Desktop / iOS / Android
- Payout Speed: 3-5 days
- Best Feature: BetMGM’s user-friendly app is perfect for new bettors and it offers extensive options for more experienced bettors.
- Our Rating: 4.8/5
How to Sign Up With an Online Sportsbook in Ohio
Here’s how you join one of the Ohio sportsbooks in this article:- Navigate to one of the Ohio sportsbooks you’d like to sign up with.
- Click the “Create a New Account” button.
- Input your personal information and create a unique username and password combination.
- Complete the required identity and location verification steps.
- Deposit any qualifying amount for promos into your account.
How to Bet on Sports Online in Ohio?
Here’s how to utilize online sports betting sites in Ohio:- Find your desired betting market on your choice of Ohio sportsbooks.
- Select that in the website or app.
- Find the particular bet you’d like to make under your betting market of choice.
- Type the amount that you’d like to wager.
- The stake and potential payout will auto-populate in a separate field to give you all the information you need for placing your bet.
- Click “Submit Bet”.
Ohio Betting Overview
- Is betting legal? Yes
- State legalized on: January 2023
- Legal age to bet: 21
- Online sportsbooks: Yes
- Retail sportsbooks: Yes
- Tax rate on winnings: 10%
When Did Sports Betting Become Legal in Ohio?
Ohio Governor Mike DeWine signed House Bill 29 into law on December 22nd, 2021, which legalized Ohio online sports betting throughout the state. The actual opening of Ohio sportsbooks and Ohio sports betting started at the beginning of the year on January 1st, 2023.Ohio Sports Teams to Bet on
The state of Ohio has numerous professional sports teams within its borders spanning the sports of baseball, football, basketball, hockey, and soccer. Among the most popular Ohio-based sports teams to bet on the best sports betting app in Ohio include:- Cleveland Cavaliers: In the NBA’s Eastern Conference, the Cavaliers have been in the playoff mix for the last several years.
- Cleveland Guardians: MLB’s best team by record in the American League, the Guardians have come out of the gates strong in 2024.
- Cleveland Browns: The Browns in the AFC should be a clear playoff contender for the next several years.
- Columbus Blue Jackets: One of the newer expansion teams in the league, the Blue Jackets have yet to find sustained success in the NHL but have key pieces that could engineer a turnaround.
- Columbus Crew: Founded in 1994, the Columbus Crew is an original MLS team.
- Cincinnati Reds: The Reds in the National League have an exciting core and could surprise soon.
- Cincinnati Bengals: Finding recent success with Joe Burrow, Ja’Marr Chase, and head coach Zac Taylor, the Bengals are always in the mix in the AFC.
- FC Cincinnati: The MLS selected FC Cincinnati as one of its expansion teams in 2019.
FAQs
What is the Most Trusted Online Betting Site in Ohio?DraftKings Sportsbook is the most trusted of the Ohio sportsbooks thanks to it being one of the worldwide leaders and widely used.
Which Sports Betting Site in Ohio has the Fastest Payout?
The Ohio sports betting app with the fastest payout would be FanDuel which can pay out instantly.
How Old do You Need to be to Bet on Sports in Ohio?
The legal betting age in Ohio is 21 to use Ohio sports betting apps.
Can you Bet on College Sports in Ohio?
Bettors can no longer place college bets on individual performance or in-game statistics on Ohio sports betting apps.
2024.05.18 06:16 Neat-Grapefruit-3301 SERIOUS: F8 in 2 of my courses
Really serious!!!!!!! It is a long one, please read till the end and help
So this is regarding my CH E 243 final exam, few days after my deferred final on 20 Feb,2024 I got an email from my prof that my eclass had been accessed during the final and he would have an online meet with me to discuss the issue. I was really shocked and confused as I didnt access it during the exam and I talked to one of my friends to whom I had given the password to see some of the extra sample papers. He agreed in front of me that he used my eclass and said that he would say the same to the professor. Few days later, I met with the professor and explained the situation but he didnt believe me and was trying his best that I admit it because he couldn't prove that I accessed it. He told me that he would have a talk with my friend but when he talked with my friend, he used his same intimidating behaviour and scared my friend that he was lying and he would face very serious consequences for this due to which he changed his statement that he didnt use my eclass during the exam and was really sorry. The professor then reported this to the dean of engineering and a meeting was scheduled on 8th April(after literally 1 month). The professor told me that sharing eclass login credentials was not an offense and if I was honest, nothing would happen to me but this was the biggest lie. In the meeting with academic integrity coordinator of the dean, the first thing he told me was sharing eclass login credentials is a much more bigger offense than cheating in final and it would be best for me if I admitted I had cheated rather than sharing details. Still, I kept on my stand and said till the end that I apologize for this confusion but I did not use eclass and gave exam with full honesty. Today, the decision letter came after 1.5 month and I was shocked to see it. First of all they sent the letter on the evening of day of add/drop deadline, idk what took them this long. They decided to give me an F8 in two of my courses, CH E 243, the one in which they suspected cheating and ECE 240, this one I had 2 same written assignments to another student and had received a 0 in both in the starting of winter sem. Idk how this even makes sense. Also a more shocking thing is they have mentioned that first I was denying for cheating but later when the coordinator told me the consequences, I admitted to it which I never did in reality. I am really depressed and dont know what to do, please if somebody can advise me what to do, that would be really helpful. I understand they dont believe me in the final exam but why give an F8 in the other course which has absolutely no relation with it. ECE 240 is a pre requisite for my 3rd year course and it is only offered in the winter sem, idk what to do. I mean why do they have to give the decision on literally the last day. The decision date is literally 14 may but they chose to send it today, is this being done intentionally???? Also the letter doesn't mention anything whether who accessed the eclass was checked or not, it just says I intentionally cheated and first denied then agreed to it, really disappointing.
PLEASE HELP ME
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So this is regarding my CH E 243 final exam, few days after my deferred final on 20 Feb,2024 I got an email from my prof that my eclass had been accessed during the final and he would have an online meet with me to discuss the issue. I was really shocked and confused as I didnt access it during the exam and I talked to one of my friends to whom I had given the password to see some of the extra sample papers. He agreed in front of me that he used my eclass and said that he would say the same to the professor. Few days later, I met with the professor and explained the situation but he didnt believe me and was trying his best that I admit it because he couldn't prove that I accessed it. He told me that he would have a talk with my friend but when he talked with my friend, he used his same intimidating behaviour and scared my friend that he was lying and he would face very serious consequences for this due to which he changed his statement that he didnt use my eclass during the exam and was really sorry. The professor then reported this to the dean of engineering and a meeting was scheduled on 8th April(after literally 1 month). The professor told me that sharing eclass login credentials was not an offense and if I was honest, nothing would happen to me but this was the biggest lie. In the meeting with academic integrity coordinator of the dean, the first thing he told me was sharing eclass login credentials is a much more bigger offense than cheating in final and it would be best for me if I admitted I had cheated rather than sharing details. Still, I kept on my stand and said till the end that I apologize for this confusion but I did not use eclass and gave exam with full honesty. Today, the decision letter came after 1.5 month and I was shocked to see it. First of all they sent the letter on the evening of day of add/drop deadline, idk what took them this long. They decided to give me an F8 in two of my courses, CH E 243, the one in which they suspected cheating and ECE 240, this one I had 2 same written assignments to another student and had received a 0 in both in the starting of winter sem. Idk how this even makes sense. Also a more shocking thing is they have mentioned that first I was denying for cheating but later when the coordinator told me the consequences, I admitted to it which I never did in reality. I am really depressed and dont know what to do, please if somebody can advise me what to do, that would be really helpful. I understand they dont believe me in the final exam but why give an F8 in the other course which has absolutely no relation with it. ECE 240 is a pre requisite for my 3rd year course and it is only offered in the winter sem, idk what to do. I mean why do they have to give the decision on literally the last day. The decision date is literally 14 may but they chose to send it today, is this being done intentionally???? Also the letter doesn't mention anything whether who accessed the eclass was checked or not, it just says I intentionally cheated and first denied then agreed to it, really disappointing.
PLEASE HELP ME
2024.05.18 06:01 PublicData94 Am I being unreasonable about this?
I've a degree in Sociology.
I find it absolutely distasteful that a movie like Heeramandi exists. Everytime I see it's snippets, and the way they decided to show the depiction of women who have suffered the worst of all humanity, I just feel so appalled.
Bollywood never shows the dark truth, the stinking reality and absurd exploitation of women as it is - rather it is romanticized. Romanticized as if those women lived a better life than average woman of that era, as if they held power and there was no opression. As if they had the right to consent. They show systemic coercion as 'power'.
I have so much to rant, so much to say, women face the brunt of civilizations worst sides - always, but somehow movies end up showing them in a totally different light.
I'm yet to get over the recent trauma of watching Israel-Palestine conflict videos that were floating on the internet, something that I never wanted to see, but internet brought it on every social media platform, against my will to see. I'm really pissed off at the world, women aren't safe. These movies do no justice to women at all.
Edit: it's awfully sad that many believe some historian's biased account of Courtesan's lives. Men in this era cannot properly write women in movies/theatre/drama/poetry etc, what do you expect from these historians? It's a well known fact how history was recorded and how distorted it was, already in favour of the ruling kings. I cannot rest my argument in name of "historian said so". Especially when they had full control to whitewash their horrible crimes. Tell me how educated men in social sciences depict women on screen?
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I find it absolutely distasteful that a movie like Heeramandi exists. Everytime I see it's snippets, and the way they decided to show the depiction of women who have suffered the worst of all humanity, I just feel so appalled.
Bollywood never shows the dark truth, the stinking reality and absurd exploitation of women as it is - rather it is romanticized. Romanticized as if those women lived a better life than average woman of that era, as if they held power and there was no opression. As if they had the right to consent. They show systemic coercion as 'power'.
I have so much to rant, so much to say, women face the brunt of civilizations worst sides - always, but somehow movies end up showing them in a totally different light.
I'm yet to get over the recent trauma of watching Israel-Palestine conflict videos that were floating on the internet, something that I never wanted to see, but internet brought it on every social media platform, against my will to see. I'm really pissed off at the world, women aren't safe. These movies do no justice to women at all.
Edit: it's awfully sad that many believe some historian's biased account of Courtesan's lives. Men in this era cannot properly write women in movies/theatre/drama/poetry etc, what do you expect from these historians? It's a well known fact how history was recorded and how distorted it was, already in favour of the ruling kings. I cannot rest my argument in name of "historian said so". Especially when they had full control to whitewash their horrible crimes. Tell me how educated men in social sciences depict women on screen?
2024.05.18 04:07 TheHunter459 Of Family and Foes
 | submitted by TheHunter459 to wizardposting [link] [comments] Samael, Necromancer of Malus Turrim Samael stood over the cowering demon. Thokollor had had a run in with Ayeera, and she had not been merciful to the Cambion. Bringing a demon to Heaven was one thing; they usually burnt up instantly or were ejected upon arrival. Bringing them there, to a place conceptually opposed to their very existence, and forcing them to endure was a level of cruelty beyond even the deepest Hells. But it had worked, he supposed. She had his attention, and had forced him to come here himself, to unravel the spells holding the demon in place. He had left Thokollor here for a time, but wars required soldiers, and a Demon Prince could bring them from Hell. In short, he needed Thokollor, and Ayeera had set up quite the prefect trap. But the Witch Queen was nowhere to be seen. His scouts and augurs had not seen her or any of her servants in the area, neither had his guardsmen had any cause for alarm; the trap must be the spell. Unravelling it would likely harm him in some way, and so care would have to be taken. But the first thing any sorcerer learns is to be careful, especially when undoing someone else’s spells. Slowly, deliberately, he works through the spell binding Thokollor in place, ignoring his wretched whimpering, being careful to leave the effects that prevent Thokollor from going up in sacred flames intact; it would not do to have the man he came here to free die. The progress was slow, but surely, the spell began to unravel. He searched in vain for any traps, any malicious effects undoing parts of the complex enchantment, but all appeared well. But as he unwound the last level of the spell, Thokollor screamed one last time, and exploded into a mass of writhing Hellfire, enveloping the surroundings. The heavens dissolved into nothingness, and Samael looked around to see he was alone. The spell did not harm me, nor intend to! That’s why I couldn’t sense it. He looked around and reached out, trying to figure out where he was, how to leave, but then he felt a presence he had not felt since… no. It cannot be! He turned, desperately wanting to believe what he was seeing was real. She was dead. Murdered by Raphael. But here she was in front of him. What was this place? Seraphina, Mother of Samael For what felt like an eternity, the two of them stared at each other. Then she broke the silence. “You have changed much, my son.” He found his voice, somehow. “The years have not been kind to me, Mother.” “No,” she conceded. “They have not. You’ve lived a cruel life, and I tried to prepare you the best I can for the difficulties ahead.” Samael shook his head. “Don’t blame yourself for me. After you… died,” this isn’t real this isn’t real, “all I had left was my rage and hate and my despair. I wanted my father dead, I wanted Raphael dead, and I had both.” “I taught you better than to give in to those emotions, Samael.” He opened his mouth, but she carried on unperturbed. “From the moment you were born, I saw what your father would try and make you. I knew what he was, and I hated him bitterly for it. But that hatred didn’t consume me. Even when those orcs crippled me, a desire for revenge didn’t drive my every action. I had something worth living for.” She stared at him with tears in her eyes. “But after you died, and Raphael betrayed me, I had nothing. No one save my father. It would have been better if I truly had no one.” He wasn’t truly angry with her. She was right, after all. She had taught him a “better way”. But the years had taught him that the best way was one you made for yourself. “So, you gave yourself to your father’s evils-” “No! I learnt that fanciful motions of morality and kindness and nobility and fairness have no place for a ruler who wants to maintain power amongst creatures like us!” He was shouting now, a fruitless endeavour, truth be told, but it was therapeutic. “I see.” She was disappointed. Calm, but displeased. “Your father once told me that good and evil are defined by those with power. Do you subscribe to that ideology?” Just like that, she had trapped him. He had to tread carefully. “No,” he lied, “but those with power must not be shackled by those concepts.” “They’re the same thing.” She snorted with derision. “You cannot lie to me here. The truth is laid bare before us. You’re become a creature as contemptible as your father.” “Not quite.” I can’t lie here? Must be some form of mindscape of Ayeera’s making. “My father acted without reason or thought to the consequences of his actions. A big part in him dying as he did. I’m not such a fool.” “Ah yes, which is worse, the clever evil or the stupid one?” “Depends on whose side you’re on.” Her disgust was evident on her face. “Do you truly know what you are? We-” Before she could finish speaking, a golden blade sliced through her neck. Her body dissolved into smoke, and the golden figure of the greatest warrior to ever live stepped through the fog. Raphael, the Mourning Sword Raphael, the Mourning Sword. He towered over even other Nephilim at close to 9 foot. When he stepped onto a battlefield, it was said his sword would mourn blood from all the lesser beings he had cut down in his path to victory. Hardened warriors had more than once mutinied in fear of his coming to battle. He was unconquerable, indomitable, invincible. Save to Samael. “Have you come to torment me as well, Raphael? I killed you once. I’ll do it again.” He willed it, and held his spear and great shield in his hands, his armour and cloak draped over him. Nice toys, but I did not kill Raphael with weapons. Raphael stared at him sadly. People need to stop doing that, I’m not a dog to pitied by its masters. “You were my friend once. I loved you more than my own family. What happened?” “What happened?” This fucking guy. “You butchered my mother and her troops after they surrender to you, you follow your family to war against mine, you happily declare yourself my enemy, and you ask me what happened?” “You could have spoke to your father,” Raphael murmured, “convinced him to back down.” The war had been fought over some long forgotten political dispute that his father had escalated, in truth. “You know my father. He doesn’t know the meaning of the term ‘back down’. And he hates me. You can’t blame me for this. But you!” Samael was furious now. He had been furious when he killed his friend for real, and he was angry beyond reason now. “YOU MURDERED MY MOTHER BECAUSE… BECAUSE-” “She’s the best commander alive. A piece that had to be removed from the board. Surrender wasn’t an option. I’m sorry-” “SORRY DOES NOT CUT IT. THERE WERE TWO PEOPLE IN ALL OF EXISTENCE WHO I LOVED! ONE BETRAYED ME BY KILLING THE OTHER!” His fury was boiling over now. He needed to cool it, before he tired himself out. “Are you here to kill me too?” He asked wearily. Stop tormenting me, witch. Come out and fight, I’m bored. “Yes.” The same question and answer, then and now. “It’s kinder this way. After what’s happened, I-” “What’s happened?” Samael’s voice was deathly chill now. “I will describe to you, spectre, what has happened. I killed you, Raphael. I weathered the storm of your blades, and I cast you down with sorceries of the like you could not hope to prevail against. Then, when you were kneeling at my feet, I flayed you alive, savouring every scream, and had your skin for a banner. And though this is all in my head, I will do it again, Raphael. You betrayed me.” The figure changed. Suddenly, it was Raphael battered and broken, kneeling at Samael’s feet, begging him for mercy. “You were my brother Samael. I loved you.” Pathetic. Ayeera thinks a weak Raphael will torment me. Of all my killings, this is one I was justified to commit, but in her own hunt for vengeance, she uses this one to torment me. “Did you love me when you slaughtered my mother?” He reached out with his magic, and began his bloody work. “I HATE YOU! I hated you when they told me what you had done. I hated you when I killed you the first time, and I have hated you every moment since. Not a second goes by where I do not kill you again in my mind. And now I’m doing it again, for real!” This is all in my head. Does that mean it’s not real? Who knows? I guess I can figure that out after I get out, and after killing this traitor. “Does killing me a thousand times a day for millennia not satisfy your hatred?” Raphael was forcing his words out between screams; his skin was being peeled from his body like the coating from a fruit. “No.” Samael continued, drinking in every scream. What is left for me, but vengeance? When it was done, when his former friend’s skin hung next to him, as he expected, it dissolved into smoke. He wondered which of his memories Ayeera would torment him with next. Truthfully, he had never fully gotten over his mother’s death. It had broken him, finally and completely. Though he expected Ayeera to somewhat sympathise, she hadn’t exactly gotten over her brother’s death either. In another reality, a joint therapy session might have done them wonders. But then his musing was interrupted. His blood, if it could be called that, ran cold. No no no no no not him! Anyone but him! Baphomet, High Sorcerer of Malus Turrim His father stared at him. “So, my errant son returns to me. Kneel.” He felt the crushing weight of Baphomet’s sorceries over him, and he collapsed to his knees, unable to stand. He couldn’t speak. Couldn’t move. Could only listen. “I should have known my least favourite child would rise above the others to take my throne.” Samael had, after all, engineered or straight up caused the deaths of his older siblings, to take the throne for himself. They were no better than you Father. “Perhaps I should even have foreseen your eventual betrayal. Your mother tried to mould you into some soft creature. I could not have it. I had hoped she would die when the orcs attacked her. And then maybe when I sent her against Raphael.” He turned to Samael and smiled, a mocking, grotesque display of emotion. “With her away, I could make you into a more useful creature. Not overly influenced by mortal lovers like that woman you sought to marry in your youth.” “Her… name… was… Sariel,” Samael choked out. “And-” His speech failed him, the oppressive power of his father bearing down on him. He couldn’t even cry out in pain. “Yes yes, whatever that stupid whore’s name was. I didn’t want a mortal sympathiser anywhere near me. Malus Turrim’s whole mining economy relies on slaves, after all.” “Not anymore. The dead do it better than slaves. And they don’t compla- AAAAGH!” “Don’t interrupt your father while he’s talking. Didn’t your mother teach you manners?” He sighed. “All the problems a single night of pleasure has caused me. Or wouldn’t you agree?” He asked me to speak? “If you were more careful where you stuck your sword, perhaps you wouldn’t have died with one in back. AAAAAAGH! Mercy, fatheAAAGH!” Why can a dead man control me like this? He doesn’t exist except as a figment of my imagination. “Don’t insult me. You know, it’s funny everyone calls Ayeera the Witch Queen as a slur against her mortal blood,” his father droned on, “and yet my son, widely feared and respected sorcerer, is known as the Necromancer. It was a human queen that created that art, which you’re so well known for. She’s the Witch Queen, you’re the Wizard King!” Witch and Wizard were terms (slurs in truth) used for mortals who could perform magic. “Or were. You killed me in life, though you feared me too much to do it yourself, and had Ayeera distract me. Now, I’m standing here, to your face. Fight me.” The spells holding Samael did not subside, and the pain grew unbearable. But he could not scream. Lightning raked over his body, and still he could not cry out. “You cannot resist me!” his father cackled. “You’re going to be killed by your own mind! Oh, great is the Necromancer of Malus Turrim, but greater still is its High Sorcerer!” My own mind. This mind is my own. Nothing can be here without my allowing it. “Even all these years after killing me, I still-” Baphomet stopped in complete surprise. Samael, slowly, with Herculean effort shrugged off the lightning, and dragged himself to his feet. My mind is my own. “I will tell you the same thing I told Raphael. I have killed you before. I shall do it again.” He didn't have the strength for much more at present. “Foolish child, I am the KING! You are but an errant prince. I will pu-” “You are no king.” Samael suddenly saw Baphomet for what he was. “Let me tell you what you are.” And he spoke a Name. To tell a creature its truest nature, in the language of Creation, is utterly debilitating if they have not accepted the totality of themselves. Baphomet had not done so in life, and in death nothing was different. The illusion started to collapse. Baphomet- no Ayeera, no both, screamed. A beautiful sound to Samael; his enemies were dying, he was victorious. “You can try me, Ayeera. But I have conquered all that have done so. You’re the latest addition to the list. You truly thought to defeat me, in my own head. I CAST YOU OUT, WITCH!” Finally, the screams faded. And Samael was at peace in his own mind once more. Floating in the Void She had been cast out of reality. But she wasn’t quite dead. The Void was lifeless, endless, lightless, timeless. She floated aimlessly, with sense of purpose or direction. Those concepts didn’t exist here. But her mind was still active, still planning, still up for the fight, still looking for some clever spell to find a way out of this mess. But the Void had no beginning, and no end. In whatever direction, only darkness greeted her. But she had been in impossible situations before. How different was it now? There was always some trick, some spell, some device to manipulate to achieve your goals. Now one needed to find it. |
2024.05.18 03:59 numbasafossil14 Charles Baudelaire, a Tortured Poet
 | *Disclosure: the post is pretty long and dense, but my brain is too tired to look at it anymore, so I’m getting this off my desk :) Good luck and I hope you make it to the end!* submitted by numbasafossil14 to GaylorSwift [link] [comments] After posting about “The Black Dog” the other day, I continued analyzing TTPD and settled upon “The Albatross” for my next deep dive. I started by researching the origin of the word, which is: late 17th century: alteration (influenced by Latin albus ‘white’) of 16th-century alcatras, applied to various seabirds including the frigate bird and pelican, from Spanish and Portuguese alcatraz, from Arabic al-ġaṭṭās ‘the diver’. As others on the sub have said, the word is used for something that causes persistent deep concern or anxiety or a psychological burden (most often associated with guilt or shame) that feels like a curse. Interestingly, when looking up the word, I found this: \"Albatross\" Regarding the origin of albatross, the words “white” and “alcatraz” stood out to me. White, as in the opposite of – or the counterpart to – the black dog? Alcatraz, like the prison? There is a lot of prison/cage/lock references in TTPD. Also interesting to note: in music journalism, the term albatross is sometimes used metaphorically to describe the mixed blessing and curse of a song that becomes so popular it overshadows the rest of the artist's work. I’ve seen most folks on the sub connect the song to Samuel Taylor Coleridge's poem The Rime of the Ancient Mariner, but others have pointed out Charles Baudelaire’s poem “The Albatross” as well, about men on ships who catch albatrosses for sport. When I researched the poem, I discovered it was published in his anthology Les Fleurs du mal (in English, “The Flowers of Evil”), which is his most famous collection of work. And let me tell you, there is so much to unpack about him and this collection of poetry in connection to Taylor. Baudelaire was a nineteenth-century French poet, considered a pioneer of the Symbolism movement (Who else do we know who’s big on symbolism?) It’s interesting to note that, at 14, he was described as “precocious” by a schoolmate for his love of literature (just as Taylor described her childhood self in “I Hate It Here” when referencing Anne of Green Gables. Not super meaningful as “precocious” isn’t necessarily an uncommon descriptor...) He began to write some of the poems in “The Flowers of Evil” in his early twenties, around which time he received his inheritance. He squandered so much of it so quickly that his parents won a court order to manage his fortune and pay him an "allowance" for the rest of his life – essentially placing him under a financial conservatorship. (I’ve seen a few comments on the sub on how a potential contributor toward Taylor’s fear of coming out could be a threat of conservatorship, a la Britney Spears. Not to say Taylor has or would squander her money like Baudelaire, but if it’s a true fear of hers, I imagine reading that info about Baudelaire might relate her to him.) Baudelaire struggled with drugs throughout his life, and he died in his forties, likely from syphilis. He considered Edgar Allen Poe his “twin.” Baudelaire's poetry was well-known long before it was collected in Les Fleurs du mal in 1857. A few poems had appeared in journals and reviews, and Baudelaire had also achieved notoriety reciting his verses aloud. Several times he announced that he was going to publish a collection of poems, giving titles such as Les Lesbiennes (The Lesbians) and Les Limbes (Limbo). That’s right – The Lesbians. The anthology has about 100 poems in it, and only three of them are directly about lesbians. Must’ve been pretty significant to him if he considered naming the entire thing based on a subject explicitly written about in only three of the poems. Before we get into the “Lesbian Poems” (what scholars actually refer to this trio as), it’s important to know that the first edition of “The Flowers of Evil” was very controversial, in large part to the lesbian poems as well as Baudelaire’s writing about sex in general. He was actually legally prosecuted as an outrage aux bonnes mœurs ("an insult to public decency" or literally “an outrage to good morals”). He was fined, and six of his poems were banned, so he released a second edition of the anthology without those poems (but added about 30 new ones – that just strikes me as a very Taylor thing to do). Baudelaire was among the pioneers who first approached the lesbian theme in literature in nineteenth-century Europe. Notably, these pioneers were all pretty much male and were actually dubbed the “Sapphic Fathers.” This was a time of rapid urbanization in Paris, and lesbianism was used by Baudelaire and others as a metaphor for expressing anxieties on social, economic, cultural, and political changes. Here's an interesting excerpt from an article I read:
Now, I'm pretty convinced that Taylor has read this entire anthology and has drawn inspiration from it for TTPD and Midnights. In some of the poems, it makes sense for her to be the poet and the subject, or just one or the other. I could be wrong, but even if I am, it is mindblowing to read these poems with a gaylor lens and see all the connections. I was able to read both editions of “The Flowers of Evil” here, and while the poems are in French, the site includes multiple English translations for each one. In analyzing the poems, I’m only going to include portions I find particularly interesting, but please feel free to read through them all if you’d like. So enough stalling, let’s get to these “Lesbian Poems”! Excerpts from “Lesbos” (banned after first edition was published, not included in the second version) Which of the gods will dare to be your judge, Lesbos, And condemn your brow, grown pallid from your labors, If his golden scales have not weighed the flood Of tears your streams have poured into the sea? Which of the gods will dare to be your judge, Lesbos? What are to us the laws of the just and unjust Virgins with sublime hearts, honor of these islands; Your religion, like any other, is august, And love will laugh at Heaven and at Hell! What are to us the laws of the just and unjust? For Lesbos chose me among all other poets To sing the secret of her virgins in their bloom, And from childhood I witnessed the dark mystery Of unbridled laughter mingled with tears of gloom; For Lesbos chose me among all other poets. [...] Of the virile Sappho, paramour and poet, With her wan pallor, more beautiful than Venus! — The blue eyes were conquered by the black eyes, ringed With dark circles, traced by the sufferings Of the virile Sappho, paramour and poet! — Lovelier than Venus dominating the world, Pouring out the treasures of her serenity And the radiance of her golden-haired youth Upon old Ocean, delighted with his daughter; Lovelier than Venus dominating the world! — Of Sappho who died the day of her blasphemy, When, insulting the rite and the established cult, She made of her body the supreme pabulum Of a cruel brute whose pride punished the sacrilege Of her who died on the day of her blasphemy. And it is since that time that Lesbos mourns, And in spite of the homage the world renders her, Gets drunk every night with the tempest's howls Which are hurled at the skies by her deserted shores. And it is since that time that Lesbos mourns. In my interpretation of this poem, I see Taylor as both the poet whom Lesbos “chose among all others” and Sappho, “paramour and poet.” (Maybe it’s not a coincidence that Paramore is the opener for the leg of the tour that started in Paris?) I mean, the blue eyes and golden hair are pretty clear, but note this stanza: “Of Sappho who died the day of her blasphemy, when, insulting the rite and the established cult, she made of her body the supreme pabulum.” Sappho insulted the established cult, Christianity, and put focus on her body/sexuality, and she died. Pabulum, at the time this was written, meant “intellectual sustenance” – basically Latin for “food for thought.” I think of Taylor releasing the music video for ME!, draping herself in rainbows, and making plans to come out. When that was suppressed, she died a metaphorical death. And now, in spite of how adored she is by the world, she gets drunk every night in mourning. Excerpts from “Women Doomed (In the pale glimmer…)” (another translation is “Women Damned”) (banned after first edition was published, not included in the second version) *The majority of this poem is two women, Delphine and Hippolyta, talking to each other as lovers. Hippolyta is represented as more virginal and inexperienced, and Delphine is more confident in her lesbianism. Lying at her feet, calm and filled with joy, Delphine gazed at her hungrily, with burning eyes, Like a strong animal watching a prey Which it has already marked with its teeth. The strong beauty kneeling before the frail beauty, Superb, she savored voluptuously The wine of her triumph and stretched out toward the girl As if to reap her reward of sweet thankfulness. [...] "Hippolyta, sweet, what do you think of our love? Do you understand now that you need not offer The sacred burnt-offering of your first roses To a violent breath which could make them wither? My kisses are as light as the touch of May flies That caress in the evening the great limpid lakes, But those of your lover will dig furrows As a wagon does, or a tearing ploughshare; They will pass over you like heavy teams Of horses or oxen, with cruel iron-shod hooves... Hippolyta, sister! please turn your face to me, You, my heart and soul, my all, half of my own self,\* [\Another translation of this couplet is “Dear* sister, turn your face to me, my dream, my soul, my all, my twin, to whom I trust!”] Turn toward me your eyes brimming with azure and stars! For one of those bewitching looks, O divine balm, I will lift the veil of the more subtle pleasures And lull you to sleep in an endless dream!" Hippolyta then raised her youthful head: "I am not ungrateful and I do not repent, Delphine darling; I feel restless and ill, As I do after a rich midnight feast. I feel heavy terrors pouncing on me And black battalions of scattered phantoms Who wish to lead me onto shifting roads That a bloody horizon shuts in on all sides. Is there something strange in what we have done? Explain if you can my confusion and my fright: I shudder with fear when you say: 'My angel!' And yet I feel my mouth moving toward you. Do not look at me that way, you, my dearest thought: The sister of my choice whom I'd love forever Even if you were an ambush prepared for me And the beginning of my perdition." — Go down, go down, lamentable victims, Go down the pathway to eternal hell! Plunge to the bottom of the abyss where all crime Whipped by a wind that comes not from heaven, Boil pell-mell with the sound of a tempest. Mad shades, run to the goal of your desires; You will never be able to sate your passion And your punishment will be born of your pleasures. Damned, wandering, far from living people, Roam like the wolves across the desert waste; Fulfill your destinies, dissolute souls, And flee the infinite you carry in your hearts! (Sorry for the strange line spacing.) In this one, the poet is observing the two women as they talk. Hippolyta, as the less experienced one, seems more fearful and uncertain of her sapphic desires. Delphine talks about how men would be violent and cruel with Hippolyta, while Delphine is gentle and loves her as her heart, soul, and half her own self. Hippolyta, while scared by her own desire and what they’ve done together, says she’ll love Delphine forever, even if it damns her. The last three stanzas I included are the poet “speaking” to the women. Some scholars believe these stanzas were added just before the anthology’s publication to avoid censorship. An article I read states, “At first, this addition indeed seems to convey a severe, even clichéd, condemnation of these women. But if it is true that these last verses were a last-minute addition, it does not seem unfair to argue that the poet in effect is disguising his sympathy, hiding it beneath this ambiguity. After all, he is urging the heroines to flee and to create their own fate. Their fate, to be sure, is possible only in a world other than the human one.” Maybe their fate is only possible in “lunar valleys in my mind when they found a better planet only the gentle survived”? This song (I Hate It Here) also mentions “precocious” and the 1830s, when Baudelaire was alive and writing. Also notable is that Baudelaire had a relationship with a Haitian woman named Jeanne Duval, whom his mother thought a "Black Venus" who "tortured him in every way" and drained him of money. The 1830s "without all the racists" sure would've been a better experience. I read "Women Doomed" and can only think of Taylor and Karly Kloss, to be honest. I could see Taylor as Delphine and Karly as Hippolyta. Given the descriptor of “strong animal” that has marked her sapphic lover with her teeth, I think what if Taylor in WAOLOM is the strong animal whose teeth – which represent the ability to act on her sapphic desires – were taken from her? In the poem, she wants to savor “the wine of her triumph.” Perhaps her roommate’s cheap-ass screw-top rosé? Then there’s all the talk of sisters and twins and blue eyes. But it could be switched as well – Karly as Delphine and Taylor as Hippolyta. The black battalions and scattered phantoms and shifting roads and bloody horizon – it all makes me think of TTPD visuals. Plus, “The sister of my choice whom I'd love forever even if you were an ambush prepared for me and the beginning of my perdition." A lot of Kaylor-coded songs suggest the author still loves the subject even after betrayal, and I’ve seen comments on the sub about how Karly may have had some part in the Master’s Heist, an ambush and the beginning of her damnation. Really interesting to think about. Excerpt from “Doomed/Damned Woman (Like pensive cattle…)” (not censored in the first edition) Lying on the sand like ruminating cattle, They turn their eyes toward the horizon of the sea, And their clasped hands and their feet which seek the other's Know both sweet languor and shudders of pain. Some, whose hearts grew amorous from long confessions, In the depth of the woods, among the babbling brooks, Spell out the love of their timid adolescence By carving the green wood of young saplings; Others, like sisters, walk gravely and with slow steps Among the high rocks peopled with apparitions, Where Saint Anthony saw the naked, purple breasts Of his temptations rise up like lava; There are some who by the light of crumbling resin In the silent void of the old pagan caverns Call out for help from their screaming fevers to you O Bacchus, who lull to sleep the ancient remorse! And others, whose breasts love the feel of scapulars, Who, concealing a whip under their long habits, Mingle, in the dark woods and solitary nights, The froth of pleasure with tears of torment. O virgins, O demons, O monsters, O martyrs, Great spirits, contemptuous of reality, Seekers of the infinite, pious and satyric, Sometimes full of cries, sometimes full of tears, You whom my spirit has followed into your hell, Poor sisters, I love you as much as I pity you, For your gloomy sorrows, your unsatisfied thirsts, And the urns of love with which your great hearts are filled! I think this poem is the poet addressing lesbians in general – some young and sweet, some cautious and haunted, some stranded and drowning their sorrows, some masochists. As I have been, I put words and lines that stuck out to me in bold, but I want to draw specific attention to “seekers of the infinite.” Research I read of “The Flowers of Evil” says Baudelaire was obsessed with time. There’s a conflict throughout the anthology between the temporary and the immortal. This makes sense considering the context of the time in which Baudelaire was writing, with all that rapid urbanization. He actually coined the term “modernity” to “designate the fleeting experience of life in an urban metropolis, and the responsibility of artistic expression to capture that experience,” according to Wikipedia. An article I read pointed out that in his Lesbian Poems, Baudelaire writes lesbians as the “others” of a society all about rapid growth and change, and since they’re apart from that, lesbians seek the infinite rather than the temporary. See again “seekers of the infinite” above, plus “the infinite you carry in your hearts” from the other Damned Woman poem, where one woman’s love for the other is “forever.” There is quite the history of the infinity symbol in Taylore, right? Not least of all is the path of infinity Taylor’s roomba makes on stage during “Down Bad,” a song in which she coincidentally says “like I lost my twin.” Whew, well there are the three Lesbian Poems from “The Flowers of Evil.” I know this post is long, and I could make it so much longer if I include close readings on ALL the other relevant poems in the anthology, BUT I’ll bring it back around to “The Albatross” and then wrap up with some last relevant things. “The Albatross”: ***This is one of the thirty-odd new poems Baudelaire included in the second edition after he had to remove two of the lesbian poems (and 4 others) from the first edition. Sometimes for sport the men of loafing crews Snare the great albatrosses of the deep, The indolent companions of their cruise As through the bitter vastitudes they sweep. Scarce have they fished aboard these airy kings When helpless on such unaccustomed floors\,* They piteously droop their huge white wings And trail them at their sides like drifting oars. [\Another translation is “shorn of his* pride”] How comical, how ugly, and how meek Appears this soarer of celestial snows! One, with his pipe, teases the golden beak, One, limping, mocks the cripple as he goes.\* [\Another translation is “They tease him: One of them tries to stick a pipe in his beak; another mimics with laughter his odd* lurching gait.”] The Poet, like this monarch of the clouds, Despising archers, rides the storm elate. But, stranded\ on the earth to jeering crowds,* The great wings of the giant baulk his gait. [\Another translation says “*exiled on earth” instead of “stranded”] Hopefully the poem mostly speaks for itself because I’m running out of steam lol But I have to include some last things from Baudelaire’s poetry that stood out when reading through a gaylor lens:
So, in conclusion, I believe Charles Baudelaire is indeed one of the tortured poets – among others – who've inspired Taylor in her work. I can see her reading his poems and relating to the poet and various characters/objects of the poems (including the sapphic characters). If you have any questions about why I included or emphasized anything in particular, please feel free to ask in the comments! (I just may not answer right away, as I haven’t written an essay like this since college and my brain is dead.) |
2024.05.18 03:46 Polilla_Negra Louisiana agency cracking down on unregistered Guards and companies
 | NEW ORLEANS — Louisiana is cracking down on unlicensed Security Guards working in the New Orleans metro area. submitted by Polilla_Negra to SecurityOfficer [link] [comments] This comes as more and more private Security Officers are involved in violent situations. In the last 12 months, six Security Officers have been involved in shootings in New Orleans. One of those led to the death of a well-known security guard who WDSU now knows was not registered with the state to provide protection. Now a state agency that oversees private security is cracking down. Retired police officer Carl Saizan wants to be crystal clear. "We're going to come after you, we're getting very aggressive," said Saizan. Saizan is a former Major in the Louisiana State Police force. He retired after 30-plus years on the job running investigations for LSP. He now is the head of the Louisiana State Board of Private Security Examiners. The agency regulates security guards. "Look, we have a responsibility to regulate the licensed companies. But in fairness to those security companies, that are doing it right, we have to go after the unlicensed security companies," said Saizan. Saizan said since he took over the agency about 15 months ago, he has issued 19 cease and desist orders to security firms across the state operating without a proper license or registration. All security companies, and their employees, need to have a license to operate in the state. The state rules are as followed: All security firms must have a state license to operate. Anyone working for that firm must be registered and approved. The requirement to work security - two eight-hour classes to work security unarmed and an additional eight-hour class to carry a gun. These are regulations state lawmakers say they support. "We need to make sure that those who are performing this line of work are properly trained," said State Rep. Daryl Deshotel, a Republican from Marksville. Saizan says the crackdown is necessary as private security is a growing industry. "The reality is private security is everywhere in the City of New Orleans," said Saizan. According to the Federal Bureau of Labor & Statistics, there are more Security Guards in this country than sworn police officers. The federal agency says just over 1.2 million people work private security in the U.S. while there are just over 800,000 police officers. That's why Saizan says more regulation is necessary. "It's my understanding there was never a formal complaint unit that ever existed under the state board of private security examiners. We've created one. and we're in the process of going out conducting audits on companies," said Saizan. A recent investigation by the state board into one local firm grew out of a tragedy. Darriel King was a Security Guard who was shot and killed at Wit's Inn in April. According to Saizan, King worked for a local company called City-One. That company is licensed with the state. Saizan says anyone working for them also has to be licensed or registered with the state as well. According to Saizan, King was not registered. City-One recently had a hearing before the state board. The recommendation from the board included an administrative fine and probation for using an unregistered person as a security guard. The recommendation is awaiting board approval. "We need to raise the standards of training and professionalism," said Saizan. City-One told WDSU that they are aware of the board recommendation but declined to comment further. All of this comes as lawmakers have taken a keen interest into this industry. Lawmakers are working on more reinforcement and regulation starting in 2025. "I'm not a big regulator, but when you start talking about security and protecting people's lives - I think it's extremely important we understand who it is and we need to make sure those guys and gals are serving their customers," said Deshotel. Those customers include the general public. "They do foot patrols on Canal Street, they're in private businesses, they're in local, state and federal government facilities. So they're everywhere. You probably have probably a few hundred that are in New Orleans working on any given day," said Saizan. Saizan says state statutes for this industry have not been re-written since 1985, that's why he's working with lawmakers. He also says they're working on an app that all registered Security Guards could have access to where they could immediately alert police of 911 about crimes happening. In full disclosure, WDSU has contracted with City-One security for many years and in fact, King worked on security details from time to time. However, WDSU was unaware that King was not registered with the state. |
2024.05.18 03:14 scottstreet69 Next series theory
What if in the next series Quinton somehow accidentally goes through the portal on Nigel’s land and is forced to go through different realities to find his way back, seeing realities where lez became king etc. it’s possible that time moves weird in these realities or he spends a long time stuck there and he eventually grows into taipan Pete. Eventually he comes across a reality with his original lez. One lez was sent to when he ate the flower in Choomah island 3.
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2024.05.18 03:13 KawaiiFoxPlays Need feedback on fanseries [Kamen Rider Soult].
So I've been thinking of this fanmade Kamen Rider series I'd like to work on. It's called Kamen Rider Soult and its motifs are space and royalty, with themes of responsibility and flair.
Basically, a meteor hit the Earth, which when further observed, had a strange type of role-playing game inside of it. However, this game affects the real world, as at least once every episode, chunks of the world are replaced and filled with monsters. Only by defeating every monster inside will the chunk return to how it was. Later on in the series, it's revealed that the chunks weren't just coming from the board game, but were actually coming from somewhere in the galaxy, which prompts the Obligatory Big Organisation In Every Season to fund space travel to go there.
The main character, Kamen Rider Soult, is a lazy and motivationless teen. Due to having abnormally high levels of intelligence, he's gone through his life putting in minimal effort and getting in maximum rewards. He would get a cruel reality check when he fights his first MOTW and gets absolutely bodied, so he has to learn how to put effort in while maintaining the level of style and flair he seems attracted to giving as a Rider.
His base form would be based on the Ophiuchus (snake-bearer) constellation and an Ottoman sultan. His suit is purple with some pink and gold (which would both become rose gold in his power-up form), as well as having transparent green silk-ish textures.
I haven't thought much about the secondary Rider, except for him potentially being a dedicated salaryman who longs for something more in his life. He'd be called Kamen Rider Fabel. His suit would be blue and gold, as well as being based on the Aquila (eagle) constellation, a Russian king, and a Faberge egg (his head would be egg-shaped like Fourze). Also, he'd probably debut later than usual (around episode 15).
There are two sets of gimmick items, one to identify the Rider and one for the form. The major gimmick item are pens. The drivers have an ink bottle connected to them, where they have to dip the gimmick pen into and then "connect the dots" on their belt to make their respective constellation, which is to unlock forms. The secondary gimmick item is for the Rider identification, who are little companions like in Legend Hero. The companions are the player pieces from the game mentioned earlier.
I may add more ideas as they come to me. Ideas and feedback are very much appreciated!
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Basically, a meteor hit the Earth, which when further observed, had a strange type of role-playing game inside of it. However, this game affects the real world, as at least once every episode, chunks of the world are replaced and filled with monsters. Only by defeating every monster inside will the chunk return to how it was. Later on in the series, it's revealed that the chunks weren't just coming from the board game, but were actually coming from somewhere in the galaxy, which prompts the Obligatory Big Organisation In Every Season to fund space travel to go there.
The main character, Kamen Rider Soult, is a lazy and motivationless teen. Due to having abnormally high levels of intelligence, he's gone through his life putting in minimal effort and getting in maximum rewards. He would get a cruel reality check when he fights his first MOTW and gets absolutely bodied, so he has to learn how to put effort in while maintaining the level of style and flair he seems attracted to giving as a Rider.
His base form would be based on the Ophiuchus (snake-bearer) constellation and an Ottoman sultan. His suit is purple with some pink and gold (which would both become rose gold in his power-up form), as well as having transparent green silk-ish textures.
I haven't thought much about the secondary Rider, except for him potentially being a dedicated salaryman who longs for something more in his life. He'd be called Kamen Rider Fabel. His suit would be blue and gold, as well as being based on the Aquila (eagle) constellation, a Russian king, and a Faberge egg (his head would be egg-shaped like Fourze). Also, he'd probably debut later than usual (around episode 15).
There are two sets of gimmick items, one to identify the Rider and one for the form. The major gimmick item are pens. The drivers have an ink bottle connected to them, where they have to dip the gimmick pen into and then "connect the dots" on their belt to make their respective constellation, which is to unlock forms. The secondary gimmick item is for the Rider identification, who are little companions like in Legend Hero. The companions are the player pieces from the game mentioned earlier.
I may add more ideas as they come to me. Ideas and feedback are very much appreciated!
2024.05.18 03:03 HumbleSeaweed1382 dedicated to those who love the noble gamecock
The Gamecock is one of the most misunderstood birds in the animal kingdom. Created to fight to the bitter death, his courage and stamina have encouraged soldiers in battle for centuries. Considered the original " SPORT OF KINGS" commoners were finally allowed to partake of the breeding of these royal bloodlines when brought to America.They have been used and maligned by the animal rights community who in all reality care NOTHING FOR THE LIFE KF THESE BIRDS. THEY EXTERMINATE ALL OF THEM,RESCUE ZERO! ITS TIME THE GAMECOCKS STORY WAS TOLD BY THE PEOPLE WITH WHOM THEIR E Existence depend on one another!
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2024.05.18 02:36 Confident-Turnover-2 "The Pale Princess and Six Pygmies Vol. 1" tells us that Sun is absent.
 | I was wondering why no one was discussing the important depictions in this book.So I created a post to share my thoughts and have a discussion. submitted by Confident-Turnover-2 to Genshin_Lore [link] [comments] *apologize if this post is already duplicated. Before "examining" this post...
\"Sine fortunae mixture fortitudoque, nullum ingenium magnum fuere.\" \"Fidelis angeli iuvant audi, tace sei voltis vos discite.\" ...you ready? Superanda omnis fortuna sit difficile, experiar tamen ferendo est. 光と影が交錯し、虚構と現実が溶け合う。Light and shadow intermingle, fiction and reality melt into each other.\At the time of writing, the) web event page is still active. Dimidium facti, qui coepit, habet; sapere aude, incipe. 「…天と地は元々卵のようなものであり、龍と蛇も一つであった。」"...Heaven and earth were originally like an egg, and the dragon and serpent were one."Let's start gracefully! ᐠ( ᐛ )ᐟ Q1: Why is the moon unable to be destroyed?"...The only thing she could not bear was the occasional ray of moonlight that made it through the clouds."As you know, moonlight reflected sunlight, and to our knowledge, solar flares are much more powerful than moonlight. But the book says that "moonlight penetrated" the thick cloud cover. Strange, isn't it? I know this book is a fairy tale, **but where was the Sun we see in Teyvat today?**If the sun existed, Why couldn't sunlight penetrate it...? It goes without saying that "the forest" is dark during a SolaLunar eclipse.Is this book depicting a different location than Teyvat? or referring to a "Moon catastrophe"? What is the black circle blocking \"Aureola\"? Come to think of it, Teyvat people can't use them "self elements"...even though they can use giant hilichurl. And those who possess vision seem to merge with the elements... I'm into all sorts of cool things. Sipping a nice cold drink, sitting in a canyon feeling the biting wind howl past my face, or diving into the lake at the foot of Dragonspine... Waiting for you to stroll by unsuspectingly, so I can sneak up behind you and drag you down into the icy depths...Is it truly a different place? No. I don't think so... The samurai picked a husk of a leaf. It crumbled into dust immediately, floating away on the wind."It seems like the life has literally been wrung out from this place.""Outlanders, your journey ends here""Who're you!?""The sustainer of heavenly principles. The arrogation of mankind ends now!" — Archon Quest "Wanderer's Trail"This book tells we about the ancient age of Teyvat I think. Note1: "濃 神 国" → "Ko-gami-koku" It's a coined word. "BUT…"Note2: "奈 苦 羅" → "Na-ku-ra". It's a coined word, but it may be meant to imply a puzzle like this. Let's remember what Morpheus (movie The Matrix) and Baizhu Story said... And analyze the meaning of Kanji word \"網羅\" and term \"Rukkha's lines\". Never forget this, Traveler. We must be record… Q1 TIPS: >! If there is a lunar eclipse, the moonlight forest will disappear.!< Q2：Why does moonlight change people's appearance?...Here, no light touched the earth, nor did a single tree grow, and there was no life here but the horrendous denizens of the dark.Did the people live in the Moonlight Forest have plant-like properties and photosynthesize? XDBecause that's strange. Why is it called "Forest" in a place where no plants grow? As per \"Norse mythology's design\", the vines are now entwined... "EX CULMINE LUCS IN MAGNO ELEMENTORUM LUX SE EFFUNDAT IN MENTES DEI" 「世にこれほどの色彩があっただろうか。誰一人として、染まらぬ者はいない」「白色よりも天雲に似て、金色よりも太陽に似る。それは君の瞳に落ちて、孤独な心に再び降り注ぐのだ。」"Pale Princess" and Teyvat seem to have a biological commonality of "sensitivity to light". Interesting**, isn't it?**It seems to me that the creatures of Teyvat, including humans, are like deep-sea fish. So, as you know in the lore, "bread crumbs" are often dropped about being turned "upside down".The metaphor of sea is that of Vishap, the subterranean fish, and fish in the sky. If "heaven" and "earth" are being "switched", what does it mean? (心 Kokoro + 海 Umi = \"Kokomi\") got sick state on Roller coaster and dropped a Lore bomb. Ancient art depicts the scaleless serpent as "Ouroboros",and the coral-adorned serpent as "Orobashi%20is%20a%20general)". It does not have to be \"bagua\", but other knowledge would make it difficult to see the connection to \"Byakuyakoku Collection\". The "real-life references" are like a mirror image, "crossing the boundary and inverted"... If you lie on the grass, you can feel the heartbeat of the world.Do you \"see\" that...? Can you \"hear\" this...? \supplement :No idea how North and South should be interchanged, as the specific conditions for crossing the boundary and* switching sides are unclear to me. (I don't know anything!) But assuming that we are "following the course of human history", 原神 is more likely to connect the (southern / northern) hemisphere mythology. Q2 TIPS: Plants sprouted where the shined. And "ELEMENTORUM">! is like a "Thermal energy" and "Hyperbaric medicine" effect.!< Q3:What is "Edge of the Forest"?Now, similar to my Perinheri comments, (No, no need search now)I propose some interpretations using cultural memes regarding the metaphor."造化は神秘を隠し、太陽と月は吉凶を示さん。""三隅は闇を切り離し、五聖は虚空に隠れん。"我は光の父であり、闇の子である。我は無翼の鳥であり、地から天へと昇る。我を見たものは涙を流すが、哀愁はない。そよ風に吹かれ、生まれて間もなく消えてゆく。 I am the Father of Light and the Child of Darkness.I am the wingless bird, rising from the earth to heaven.Those who see me weep, but there is no sorrow.Softly winds in the breeze,-.%20In%20Western%20philosophy), soon after birth... shall be gone.This refers to the topic of \"impermanence\" (\"無常\" / \"もののあはれ\"). Therefore, the answer to this riddle \"must be\" derived by you. It cannot be given by others... Frankly, I was concerned that there was no discussion of — why it was necessary to "separate the darknesss"?Why did Phanes have to create Teyvat in the first place? What is "darkness"? — etc. Eggs are \"cradle of life\". It's like a \"womb\"... Although my personal conclusions will Does the \"soul\" exist? Or is it just \"reverberation\"? LAST TIPS: "もののあはれ". Here, I'll end by telling you that the entire depiction of 原神 is a microcosm of a worldview, and then stop writing. Quoted works List
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2024.05.18 02:35 Future_Ad_3485 Cold Case Inc. Part Two: The Meeting of Two Witches!
Groaning awake, panic twisted my features at the sight of Marcus slumbering peacefully next to me. Flying off the bed, the sound of me hitting the floor had him snapping awake. Patting the bed, a tender blush painted my cheeks at him grinning flirtatiously in my direction. Seconds from reprimanding him, the door blew open. Tarot bounced over to me, a tarot card flipping through his fingers. Flashing a bemused grin, he flicked the card into my palm. Of course, he had to dance his way in. When was he going to stop being such a child?
“First job and you might like it. We have an unknown killer in the seventies. We have intel that they are meeting with Glanda.” He explained with a wink, confusion twisting my features. “Glanda Kills the witch we are dealing with. Prevent their meeting and you get to put another serial killer on the map. Your disguises are on the door. Have fun, my lovely weirdos.” Floating out in a scarlet velvet suit, pale blue bell bottoms and a green floral disco shirt had me rolling my eyes. Popping to my feet, Marcus looked less impressed with his navy bell bottoms and a cheesy blue and white button up shirt. Low growls rumbled in my throat, my fingers dancing along the material. Excusing myself to give my hair the Farrah Fawcett treatment, the hair curler worked overtime to give me the perfect bouncy flips and curls. Flipping through the makeup bag, the correct pallet greeted me. Painting my face the best I could, the bold lines contrasted wonderfully with the blue. Coming out to get dressed, Marcus looked miserable in his outfit. Fussing with the colorful material, a fit of laughter burst from his lips at my hair and makeup. Flipping him off as I tugged on my modern undergarments, he turned his back as I tugged on the denim bell bottoms. Tying the front of my disco shirt, hesitation lingered at the faded scars covering my bare stomach. They weren’t completely visible, a lump forming in my throat. Getting lost in my thoughts, Marcus dropping my pendant over my head ripped me back into reality. Sliding his hands down to my hips, his lips brushed against the top of my head.
“No one is going to see them and witchcraft isn’t so taboo. At least you look sexy. I look like someone’s dad back in the day.” He complained with a snarl on his lips, a quick peck on his cheek softening his frustration. Plucking the tarot card from his fingers, a date was required for me to work my spell. Lifting my pendant over my head, his hand stopped me. Fishing around his pocket, he pressed a silver engraved dagger into my palm. What was the point of this weapon? It wasn't that I didn't know my way around them but a deep disdain lingered with using them.
"I can’t have you trapped without a way out again.” He whispered gruffly into my ear, a shiver running up my spine. “Cut your palm and it should shrink into a charm.” Listening to him with a look of pure annoyance, my magic tended to keep me alive. Cutting my palm, a bright light blinded me. The light died down to reveal a jingling charm bracelet on my left wrist, pride glistening in his eyes. Offering him my palm, hunger burned in his eyes. Licking off the blood, the substance would keep him healing throughout our next mission. Remembering that I needed boots, Marcus crouched down to slide on a pair of worn black boots. Thanking him while reading the date one more time, something told me that today was going to get heated. Clearing my throat, it was time to go. Spinning my pendant clockwise, time would always be on my hand.
“I call upon the sands of time to whisk me away to the Quincy Market in Boston on the twenty-sixth of August in the year of nineteen seventy-six!” The pendant spun faster, a blast of energy knocking us onto the cobblestone street. Landing on our asses, one would think that we could land on our feet by this point but the energy was unpredictable. A sea of bell bottoms and brick buildings greeted us, a long sigh pouring from my lips. Staring at the card in my hand, nothing but the card of death greeted me. So much for the details, Marcus tapping my shoulder causing me to quit my silent fuming. Dropping my pendant over my head, his head rested on my shoulder.
“Any more information about our mission or are we in the dark per usual?” He grumbled venomously, his fingers drumming on my lap “Of course it had to be on a busy day.” Helping to my feet with him, the food vendors had people lining up and blocking the way. The energy shifted, a woman with a sleek silver bob and dazzling emerald eyes walked past me. Time slowed down, emerald ribbons following her. Her green crop top matched her brown bell bottoms to a tee, our eyes meeting for a second. Flipping her hair with a middle finger, my temper visibly flared. Chuckling under her breath, Marcus had to hold me back. Glancing around for the person she was meeting with, another energy giving us pause. A blood soaked man with dirty blonde waves around his shoulders darted after her, crazed ruby eyes lingering on us for a little too long. A golden spiked club dangled off of his wrist, screams and chaos erupted in the distance. Pushing our way through the crowd, a man lay at my feet. A jar of souvenirs rolled out of his pocket, the face having been beaten to a pulp. That mission was a bittersweet ending, a blast of green energy catching my eyes. Stomping on the tail of her time travel spell, Marcus grabbed my waist. Twisting through time to the land of the dinosaurs, the sheer force of the energy had us splashing into a pond of mud. Dragging ourselves out, she wasn’t getting away that easily. Grabbing onto her magic trail, one yank had them in the mud. Low growls rumbled in her throat as she pulled herself out, a steady stream of curse burst from her lips. Mud dripped to our feet, dinosaurs of all kinds darted around us. Parting our lips to speak, screeches had us hiding behind thick trees. More problems, right? Why did Murphy's law have to taint my plans?
“What the hell is your fucking problem!” She screeched over the chaos around us, a giant leaf tickling my legs. “The great Glanda Kills refuses to listen to anybody! The world will be ruled by chaos!” Rolling my eyes, someone was full of herself. Marcus poked his head around the tree, his club spinning in his hand. Placing my hand on his chest to calm him down, curiosity had me wondering who the hell she thought she was.
“Wow! We speak about ourselves by our names. The fact you speak of yourself by your name implies that you are less of a wicked witch.” I returned sarcastically, waiting with bated breath for a response. “Now we don’t have a backbone after time traveling like a reckless buffoon.” Marcus shot me a warning look, my palm rubbing against his chest to keep him calm. A fit of laughter burst from my throat at her mate and her arguing, the two of them weren’t in sync. Yanking Marcus down by the collar of his shirt, a purr rumbled in his throat. Not now, you hungry demon.
“Calm down, killer. We are going to split up and figure out how they fight.” I teased with a wink, disappointment dimming his eyes. “Play your cards right and we can have fun very soon. You do recall that a pure witch can only engage in such activities if she is married, right?” Huffing a playful fine, he pretended to get on his knees. Sticking out my tongue, I took my necklace off of my neck. Extending it into a smooth violet wand, violet ribbons swirled down my arm. Combining all four elements of nature into a single ribbon had been my specialty. Stepping out from behind the tree, Marcus crept in the opposite direction. Spinning my wand in between my fingers, something had to give.
“Miss Glanda, are you down for a good old fashioned witch’s duel or am I going to have to call you chicken?” I challenged her with a hearty laugh, the muddy witch stepping out from behind the tree. “She makes an appearance.” Raising her palm into the air, ruby poured down her arm. Bowing in my direction, a look of disdain leaving her lips at my steady bow. Manners weren't her strong point either, her disrespect pissing me. Refusing to show it, my composure remained as strong as it always was.
“You act like you are all high and mighty but you are no different than me. We keep breaking the laws of time and you never have yet to face any consequences like me.” She spat icily, my brow raising at her harsh words. “Oh wait, I forgot! The time guardians gave you a free pass because you want to improve people’s lives. How pathetic!” Pointing my wand her direction, another fit of laughter had me doubling over.
“Sure because destroying what has a right to live makes you so much cooler than me.” I taunted with a sly grin, storm clouds rumbling to life. “Screw you with that bullshit. Time isn’t my only strength, you foul wench. Unleash a storm!” Heavy rain soaked us to the bone, the mud splashing around our feet. Snapping her fingers, a blizzard replaced the rain. Snapping my fingers, the rain took over. Grinning ear to ear with triumph, a wave of my hand stopped the storm. Her lips parted to speak, a shrill roar ending our duel. A tyrannosaurus rex roared behind me, true fear rounding our eyes. Looking up slowly, angry yellow eyes met mine. Cursing under my breath, a bright flash of green announced her leaving with her partner. Marcus skidded up next to me, fresh bruises and cuts dotting his exposed skin. Shrinking my wand back down to my pendant, another roar rattled the ground beneath my feet. Dropping it over my head, we needed to get away from the current danger. Splashing through the mud, our eyes scanned the overgrown land for a solution. Hopping into a raging river, rough waters tossed us all about. Holding me close to him, his body took the brunt of the rocks hitting us. The water speed picked up, the sounds of a waterfall roaring away frightening me. Wiggling my fingers in the water, a wave tossed us onto a sandy beach. Rolling onto our backs, his wounds sealed shut. Turning over to face him, the corner of his lips curled into a twitching grin. Curiosity mixed with love, scarlet painting my cheeks.
“Did you plan any of this?” He inquired with a wink, a snort causing him to laugh. “Too bad that we couldn’t get him in jail. At the very least the guy will have the crimes linked to him. Why are you so beautiful?” Snorting at his compliment, his eyeballs must not be working. Sitting up, my hands rested on my knees. Taking off my necklace gingerly, Marcus grabbed my waist as I began to spin it counter clockwise. Time to blow this prehistoric dump!
“Time to go home. I call upon the sands of time to whisk me back home and to set this timeline in place.” I chanted with a wry smile, a blast of energy knocking us into a random park during present time. A familiar energy had my hair standing on in, a demon gang coming our way. Marcus noticed the numb but panicked expression on my face, his hands cupping my face. Struggling to find the words, chains had me paralyzed in my spot. Laughing with an apologetic grin, my past was coming back to haunt me. His stern expression told me to speak, my hand beginning to tremble uncontrollably. Why today of all days?
“I might have pissed off a gang of demons before I met you. So let’s say about twenty years ago.” I expressed with another nervous laugh, his hands dropping to his lap. Mumbling under his breath for a couple of minutes, his harsh words were sure to come my way. Staring around the park to seek out the gang, his attention returned to me. Working through what I had said, a long breath drew from his lips.
“Given your track record of running your mouth, I can presume that you talked yourself into the issue.” He pointed out simply, my eyes averting to the grass. “Judging by your expression, I am correct. While I enjoy our banter, most people don’t.” Jumping to his feet, his hand hovered in front of my face. Accepting his hand with vigor, one tug had me in his arms. Spinning me around, his lips brushed against the top of my hand. Was he ever the flirtatious Casanova or what?
“Wake up your dagger and get ready to talk in a different way.” He ordered with an annoyed expression, my charm expanded into its dagger. “Please do your best to keep your sharp tongue under control.” Clenching my fist, he didn’t flinch the moment I pressed my blade into his throat. As much as I adored him, he didn't have a right to talk to me like a child.
“My banter is my blade and my words are the sharp edge of it. Sue me if I like to mess with my enemies. They broke into my place in search of my pendant and I couldn’t let them take what was given to me.” I spat back, his expression twisting into a bemused grin. “Why won’t you marry me already! Am I not good enough for you! I can’t keep dropping the hint hard enough! I have been alive since the seventies. Do you know how long that is! I didn’t get abused by my father in a shitty home in the worst part of a small town to suffer an empty eternal life! Why did they have to stop me from aging at fucking twenty!” Cupping my mouth, his expression softened. Silent tears trickled down my cheeks, his mind putting two and two together. His lips parted to speak several times, seven masked demons approached us with black iron chains curled around their hands. The tallest one stepped forward, his chains whistling over his head. Preparing for a battle, dread bubbled in my gut.
“Do I have to burn you to get what I want?” He sneered furiously, my lips curling into a sadistic smirk. Must he interrupt an important conversation, my dagger spinning in my palm. Pointing it in his direction, Marcus towered behind me like a shadow. Marching up to him, surprise rounded his eyes. Did these demons not expect me to stand up for myself? Honestly, where were their brains?
“Even if you wanted the pendant, you still need me. Time travel is blood magic and that one person who has the blood is the one in charge of the crystal. Study your damn lore!” I berated him venomously, hovering the dagger over his heart. “Screw off or let me cut your freaking head off!” Rolling his inky eyes, his giant hand swallowed mine. A hearty laugh cascaded from his lips, his hand dropping to his worn jeans. Why put on a big show? Did he desire to mess with my mind in a friendly manner?
“I didn’t come here to fight. I came to warn you. My respect for you was garnered a long time ago when you mouthed off to me.” He warned me with a polite bow, Marcus lowering my blade gingerly with an apologetic smile. “No need for that, mate. Her sharp tongue is her blade. Back to why I wanted to talk to you. Glanda is hiring my cousin and his gang to come after you. Can’t help you because of family ties but know that I won’t be helping him. Have a fine day.” Turning to leave, my hand snatching the hem of his t-shirt had his eyes widening with shock. An apology was necessary, the words tasted odd on the tip of my tongue.
“Don’t leave like that. I am sorry for being rude. Thank you for the head’s up.” I apologized politely, a natural smile curling on his lips. “Where are we?” His words faded in and out, Marcus taking in the information for me. Crunching away, Marcus snapped his fingers in front of my face. Tuning him out again, Glanda’s energy seemed to be near. Dragging him towards the energy, his protests fell on deaf ears. Marching into a city, a pizza parlor ultimately being her destination. Hiding him behind a tree, our eyes watched Glanda stomp into the pizza parlor. Mumbling a spell under his breath, the filth lifted off of our outfits. Seconds from going in, Tarot stepped out of a flurry of tarot cards. Two ordinary bands glittered in his palms, Marcus grinning ear to ear. What did the two man children have planned?
“What I have here is two wedding bands that unify the lovely couple standing in front of me. They are both blessed by the demon king and the grand witch. Slide them on and you are a married couple.” He announced while floating around with a Cheshire Cat grin, Marcus turning towards me. “You didn’t tell her that you planned on asking her. After all that floating around!” Cupping my cheek, his other hand tucked my hair behind my ear. Blushing a deep scarlet, his golden heart made it impossible for me to be mad at him.
“I didn’t know about your past but I don’t care. Hear me out for a second.” He choked out adorably, his cheeks burning a deep crimson. “Do me the honor of becoming my wife in this crazy world. I have to admit something to you. Your light bathed me that day you darted past me with those wounds. You stopped to ask if I was okay and I couldn’t believe it. Everyone hated me at the time. Every moment since has been a blessing and I wish to have many more years with you. I ask again. Will you be my wife?” Melting into his arms, this had been my dream since I was a young child. The image of a big family flashed in my mind, the sight of our children running around a yard while laughing had me smiling softly to myself.
“Why would I ever say no?” I answered in an uncharacteristic lack of sarcasm, his nervous grin swelling into one of relief and pride. “Are you going to slide the ring on or what?” Returning our usual style of banter, his shaking fingers slid on the smaller wedding band. Accepting his band from Tarot’s palm, my own quaking fingers slid on his. Swinging me underneath him, his lips pressed against mine hungrily. Time slowed, the sound of the outside dying down. Our heart beat to the same beat, a tap on my shoulder had the sounds rushing back in. The bands twisted to matching silver metal flames, Marcus kissing the top of my hand. Tarot pointed towards the pizza parlor, Glanda stepping out of the restaurant. Hopping into a onyx town car, our target rumbled away. Tarot shoved his phone in my face, the article that pinned that man to those crimes. Happy to see that, something else ate at me. Why murder them if you could use them? Perhaps there was a special spell you could perform with those souls.
“Don’t worry about his death. Asphy told me that he was going to die that day, regardless.” He assured me with a comforting grin, Marcus embracing me from behind. “She is one of my friends and in charge of the universe. Maybe one day you could meet her. In fact, she is younger than you. The grand witch told me to give you this.” Feeling around the pocket of his suit, he pressed a lilac envelope into my palm. Ripping it open, my heart sank into my stomach at a request to meet with her personally. Lowering the card with a huff, Tarot shrugged his shoulders. What did she need with me now? Every time she asked for me, it was simply another witch hunt.
“Can you tell me if I am going to be ripped to shreds or is this a little spot of tea?” I questioned through gritted teeth, hating that my aunt was calling for me. “Fine, let’s go!” Bringing my dagger back to life, a quick slice had blood staining the paper. Lilac smoke swirled around us, a force of energy whisking us outside heavy lilac doors. Marcus kissed the top of my head, my dagger shrinking back down to its charm form.
“Whatever comes your way, I will be by your side.” He promised lovingly, shooting me a playful grin. “Your words are your blade and your bite is the sharp edge.” Looking back up at him, my husband watched me with all the love in the world. Our marriage may have been rushed but both of us would be more powerful. Perhaps the flames of hope could burn bright once more.
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“First job and you might like it. We have an unknown killer in the seventies. We have intel that they are meeting with Glanda.” He explained with a wink, confusion twisting my features. “Glanda Kills the witch we are dealing with. Prevent their meeting and you get to put another serial killer on the map. Your disguises are on the door. Have fun, my lovely weirdos.” Floating out in a scarlet velvet suit, pale blue bell bottoms and a green floral disco shirt had me rolling my eyes. Popping to my feet, Marcus looked less impressed with his navy bell bottoms and a cheesy blue and white button up shirt. Low growls rumbled in my throat, my fingers dancing along the material. Excusing myself to give my hair the Farrah Fawcett treatment, the hair curler worked overtime to give me the perfect bouncy flips and curls. Flipping through the makeup bag, the correct pallet greeted me. Painting my face the best I could, the bold lines contrasted wonderfully with the blue. Coming out to get dressed, Marcus looked miserable in his outfit. Fussing with the colorful material, a fit of laughter burst from his lips at my hair and makeup. Flipping him off as I tugged on my modern undergarments, he turned his back as I tugged on the denim bell bottoms. Tying the front of my disco shirt, hesitation lingered at the faded scars covering my bare stomach. They weren’t completely visible, a lump forming in my throat. Getting lost in my thoughts, Marcus dropping my pendant over my head ripped me back into reality. Sliding his hands down to my hips, his lips brushed against the top of my head.
“No one is going to see them and witchcraft isn’t so taboo. At least you look sexy. I look like someone’s dad back in the day.” He complained with a snarl on his lips, a quick peck on his cheek softening his frustration. Plucking the tarot card from his fingers, a date was required for me to work my spell. Lifting my pendant over my head, his hand stopped me. Fishing around his pocket, he pressed a silver engraved dagger into my palm. What was the point of this weapon? It wasn't that I didn't know my way around them but a deep disdain lingered with using them.
"I can’t have you trapped without a way out again.” He whispered gruffly into my ear, a shiver running up my spine. “Cut your palm and it should shrink into a charm.” Listening to him with a look of pure annoyance, my magic tended to keep me alive. Cutting my palm, a bright light blinded me. The light died down to reveal a jingling charm bracelet on my left wrist, pride glistening in his eyes. Offering him my palm, hunger burned in his eyes. Licking off the blood, the substance would keep him healing throughout our next mission. Remembering that I needed boots, Marcus crouched down to slide on a pair of worn black boots. Thanking him while reading the date one more time, something told me that today was going to get heated. Clearing my throat, it was time to go. Spinning my pendant clockwise, time would always be on my hand.
“I call upon the sands of time to whisk me away to the Quincy Market in Boston on the twenty-sixth of August in the year of nineteen seventy-six!” The pendant spun faster, a blast of energy knocking us onto the cobblestone street. Landing on our asses, one would think that we could land on our feet by this point but the energy was unpredictable. A sea of bell bottoms and brick buildings greeted us, a long sigh pouring from my lips. Staring at the card in my hand, nothing but the card of death greeted me. So much for the details, Marcus tapping my shoulder causing me to quit my silent fuming. Dropping my pendant over my head, his head rested on my shoulder.
“Any more information about our mission or are we in the dark per usual?” He grumbled venomously, his fingers drumming on my lap “Of course it had to be on a busy day.” Helping to my feet with him, the food vendors had people lining up and blocking the way. The energy shifted, a woman with a sleek silver bob and dazzling emerald eyes walked past me. Time slowed down, emerald ribbons following her. Her green crop top matched her brown bell bottoms to a tee, our eyes meeting for a second. Flipping her hair with a middle finger, my temper visibly flared. Chuckling under her breath, Marcus had to hold me back. Glancing around for the person she was meeting with, another energy giving us pause. A blood soaked man with dirty blonde waves around his shoulders darted after her, crazed ruby eyes lingering on us for a little too long. A golden spiked club dangled off of his wrist, screams and chaos erupted in the distance. Pushing our way through the crowd, a man lay at my feet. A jar of souvenirs rolled out of his pocket, the face having been beaten to a pulp. That mission was a bittersweet ending, a blast of green energy catching my eyes. Stomping on the tail of her time travel spell, Marcus grabbed my waist. Twisting through time to the land of the dinosaurs, the sheer force of the energy had us splashing into a pond of mud. Dragging ourselves out, she wasn’t getting away that easily. Grabbing onto her magic trail, one yank had them in the mud. Low growls rumbled in her throat as she pulled herself out, a steady stream of curse burst from her lips. Mud dripped to our feet, dinosaurs of all kinds darted around us. Parting our lips to speak, screeches had us hiding behind thick trees. More problems, right? Why did Murphy's law have to taint my plans?
“What the hell is your fucking problem!” She screeched over the chaos around us, a giant leaf tickling my legs. “The great Glanda Kills refuses to listen to anybody! The world will be ruled by chaos!” Rolling my eyes, someone was full of herself. Marcus poked his head around the tree, his club spinning in his hand. Placing my hand on his chest to calm him down, curiosity had me wondering who the hell she thought she was.
“Wow! We speak about ourselves by our names. The fact you speak of yourself by your name implies that you are less of a wicked witch.” I returned sarcastically, waiting with bated breath for a response. “Now we don’t have a backbone after time traveling like a reckless buffoon.” Marcus shot me a warning look, my palm rubbing against his chest to keep him calm. A fit of laughter burst from my throat at her mate and her arguing, the two of them weren’t in sync. Yanking Marcus down by the collar of his shirt, a purr rumbled in his throat. Not now, you hungry demon.
“Calm down, killer. We are going to split up and figure out how they fight.” I teased with a wink, disappointment dimming his eyes. “Play your cards right and we can have fun very soon. You do recall that a pure witch can only engage in such activities if she is married, right?” Huffing a playful fine, he pretended to get on his knees. Sticking out my tongue, I took my necklace off of my neck. Extending it into a smooth violet wand, violet ribbons swirled down my arm. Combining all four elements of nature into a single ribbon had been my specialty. Stepping out from behind the tree, Marcus crept in the opposite direction. Spinning my wand in between my fingers, something had to give.
“Miss Glanda, are you down for a good old fashioned witch’s duel or am I going to have to call you chicken?” I challenged her with a hearty laugh, the muddy witch stepping out from behind the tree. “She makes an appearance.” Raising her palm into the air, ruby poured down her arm. Bowing in my direction, a look of disdain leaving her lips at my steady bow. Manners weren't her strong point either, her disrespect pissing me. Refusing to show it, my composure remained as strong as it always was.
“You act like you are all high and mighty but you are no different than me. We keep breaking the laws of time and you never have yet to face any consequences like me.” She spat icily, my brow raising at her harsh words. “Oh wait, I forgot! The time guardians gave you a free pass because you want to improve people’s lives. How pathetic!” Pointing my wand her direction, another fit of laughter had me doubling over.
“Sure because destroying what has a right to live makes you so much cooler than me.” I taunted with a sly grin, storm clouds rumbling to life. “Screw you with that bullshit. Time isn’t my only strength, you foul wench. Unleash a storm!” Heavy rain soaked us to the bone, the mud splashing around our feet. Snapping her fingers, a blizzard replaced the rain. Snapping my fingers, the rain took over. Grinning ear to ear with triumph, a wave of my hand stopped the storm. Her lips parted to speak, a shrill roar ending our duel. A tyrannosaurus rex roared behind me, true fear rounding our eyes. Looking up slowly, angry yellow eyes met mine. Cursing under my breath, a bright flash of green announced her leaving with her partner. Marcus skidded up next to me, fresh bruises and cuts dotting his exposed skin. Shrinking my wand back down to my pendant, another roar rattled the ground beneath my feet. Dropping it over my head, we needed to get away from the current danger. Splashing through the mud, our eyes scanned the overgrown land for a solution. Hopping into a raging river, rough waters tossed us all about. Holding me close to him, his body took the brunt of the rocks hitting us. The water speed picked up, the sounds of a waterfall roaring away frightening me. Wiggling my fingers in the water, a wave tossed us onto a sandy beach. Rolling onto our backs, his wounds sealed shut. Turning over to face him, the corner of his lips curled into a twitching grin. Curiosity mixed with love, scarlet painting my cheeks.
“Did you plan any of this?” He inquired with a wink, a snort causing him to laugh. “Too bad that we couldn’t get him in jail. At the very least the guy will have the crimes linked to him. Why are you so beautiful?” Snorting at his compliment, his eyeballs must not be working. Sitting up, my hands rested on my knees. Taking off my necklace gingerly, Marcus grabbed my waist as I began to spin it counter clockwise. Time to blow this prehistoric dump!
“Time to go home. I call upon the sands of time to whisk me back home and to set this timeline in place.” I chanted with a wry smile, a blast of energy knocking us into a random park during present time. A familiar energy had my hair standing on in, a demon gang coming our way. Marcus noticed the numb but panicked expression on my face, his hands cupping my face. Struggling to find the words, chains had me paralyzed in my spot. Laughing with an apologetic grin, my past was coming back to haunt me. His stern expression told me to speak, my hand beginning to tremble uncontrollably. Why today of all days?
“I might have pissed off a gang of demons before I met you. So let’s say about twenty years ago.” I expressed with another nervous laugh, his hands dropping to his lap. Mumbling under his breath for a couple of minutes, his harsh words were sure to come my way. Staring around the park to seek out the gang, his attention returned to me. Working through what I had said, a long breath drew from his lips.
“Given your track record of running your mouth, I can presume that you talked yourself into the issue.” He pointed out simply, my eyes averting to the grass. “Judging by your expression, I am correct. While I enjoy our banter, most people don’t.” Jumping to his feet, his hand hovered in front of my face. Accepting his hand with vigor, one tug had me in his arms. Spinning me around, his lips brushed against the top of my hand. Was he ever the flirtatious Casanova or what?
“Wake up your dagger and get ready to talk in a different way.” He ordered with an annoyed expression, my charm expanded into its dagger. “Please do your best to keep your sharp tongue under control.” Clenching my fist, he didn’t flinch the moment I pressed my blade into his throat. As much as I adored him, he didn't have a right to talk to me like a child.
“My banter is my blade and my words are the sharp edge of it. Sue me if I like to mess with my enemies. They broke into my place in search of my pendant and I couldn’t let them take what was given to me.” I spat back, his expression twisting into a bemused grin. “Why won’t you marry me already! Am I not good enough for you! I can’t keep dropping the hint hard enough! I have been alive since the seventies. Do you know how long that is! I didn’t get abused by my father in a shitty home in the worst part of a small town to suffer an empty eternal life! Why did they have to stop me from aging at fucking twenty!” Cupping my mouth, his expression softened. Silent tears trickled down my cheeks, his mind putting two and two together. His lips parted to speak several times, seven masked demons approached us with black iron chains curled around their hands. The tallest one stepped forward, his chains whistling over his head. Preparing for a battle, dread bubbled in my gut.
“Do I have to burn you to get what I want?” He sneered furiously, my lips curling into a sadistic smirk. Must he interrupt an important conversation, my dagger spinning in my palm. Pointing it in his direction, Marcus towered behind me like a shadow. Marching up to him, surprise rounded his eyes. Did these demons not expect me to stand up for myself? Honestly, where were their brains?
“Even if you wanted the pendant, you still need me. Time travel is blood magic and that one person who has the blood is the one in charge of the crystal. Study your damn lore!” I berated him venomously, hovering the dagger over his heart. “Screw off or let me cut your freaking head off!” Rolling his inky eyes, his giant hand swallowed mine. A hearty laugh cascaded from his lips, his hand dropping to his worn jeans. Why put on a big show? Did he desire to mess with my mind in a friendly manner?
“I didn’t come here to fight. I came to warn you. My respect for you was garnered a long time ago when you mouthed off to me.” He warned me with a polite bow, Marcus lowering my blade gingerly with an apologetic smile. “No need for that, mate. Her sharp tongue is her blade. Back to why I wanted to talk to you. Glanda is hiring my cousin and his gang to come after you. Can’t help you because of family ties but know that I won’t be helping him. Have a fine day.” Turning to leave, my hand snatching the hem of his t-shirt had his eyes widening with shock. An apology was necessary, the words tasted odd on the tip of my tongue.
“Don’t leave like that. I am sorry for being rude. Thank you for the head’s up.” I apologized politely, a natural smile curling on his lips. “Where are we?” His words faded in and out, Marcus taking in the information for me. Crunching away, Marcus snapped his fingers in front of my face. Tuning him out again, Glanda’s energy seemed to be near. Dragging him towards the energy, his protests fell on deaf ears. Marching into a city, a pizza parlor ultimately being her destination. Hiding him behind a tree, our eyes watched Glanda stomp into the pizza parlor. Mumbling a spell under his breath, the filth lifted off of our outfits. Seconds from going in, Tarot stepped out of a flurry of tarot cards. Two ordinary bands glittered in his palms, Marcus grinning ear to ear. What did the two man children have planned?
“What I have here is two wedding bands that unify the lovely couple standing in front of me. They are both blessed by the demon king and the grand witch. Slide them on and you are a married couple.” He announced while floating around with a Cheshire Cat grin, Marcus turning towards me. “You didn’t tell her that you planned on asking her. After all that floating around!” Cupping my cheek, his other hand tucked my hair behind my ear. Blushing a deep scarlet, his golden heart made it impossible for me to be mad at him.
“I didn’t know about your past but I don’t care. Hear me out for a second.” He choked out adorably, his cheeks burning a deep crimson. “Do me the honor of becoming my wife in this crazy world. I have to admit something to you. Your light bathed me that day you darted past me with those wounds. You stopped to ask if I was okay and I couldn’t believe it. Everyone hated me at the time. Every moment since has been a blessing and I wish to have many more years with you. I ask again. Will you be my wife?” Melting into his arms, this had been my dream since I was a young child. The image of a big family flashed in my mind, the sight of our children running around a yard while laughing had me smiling softly to myself.
“Why would I ever say no?” I answered in an uncharacteristic lack of sarcasm, his nervous grin swelling into one of relief and pride. “Are you going to slide the ring on or what?” Returning our usual style of banter, his shaking fingers slid on the smaller wedding band. Accepting his band from Tarot’s palm, my own quaking fingers slid on his. Swinging me underneath him, his lips pressed against mine hungrily. Time slowed, the sound of the outside dying down. Our heart beat to the same beat, a tap on my shoulder had the sounds rushing back in. The bands twisted to matching silver metal flames, Marcus kissing the top of my hand. Tarot pointed towards the pizza parlor, Glanda stepping out of the restaurant. Hopping into a onyx town car, our target rumbled away. Tarot shoved his phone in my face, the article that pinned that man to those crimes. Happy to see that, something else ate at me. Why murder them if you could use them? Perhaps there was a special spell you could perform with those souls.
“Don’t worry about his death. Asphy told me that he was going to die that day, regardless.” He assured me with a comforting grin, Marcus embracing me from behind. “She is one of my friends and in charge of the universe. Maybe one day you could meet her. In fact, she is younger than you. The grand witch told me to give you this.” Feeling around the pocket of his suit, he pressed a lilac envelope into my palm. Ripping it open, my heart sank into my stomach at a request to meet with her personally. Lowering the card with a huff, Tarot shrugged his shoulders. What did she need with me now? Every time she asked for me, it was simply another witch hunt.
“Can you tell me if I am going to be ripped to shreds or is this a little spot of tea?” I questioned through gritted teeth, hating that my aunt was calling for me. “Fine, let’s go!” Bringing my dagger back to life, a quick slice had blood staining the paper. Lilac smoke swirled around us, a force of energy whisking us outside heavy lilac doors. Marcus kissed the top of my head, my dagger shrinking back down to its charm form.
“Whatever comes your way, I will be by your side.” He promised lovingly, shooting me a playful grin. “Your words are your blade and your bite is the sharp edge.” Looking back up at him, my husband watched me with all the love in the world. Our marriage may have been rushed but both of us would be more powerful. Perhaps the flames of hope could burn bright once more.
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2024.05.18 02:26 TheBruhArtaniz3 Aderhold Hardyng + Jonothor Hardyng
PC
Discord Tag: Suzbeki
Name and House: Aderhold Hardyng
Age: 39
Cultural Group: Andal, Valeman
Appearance: Aderhold bears the unmistakable marks of a life spent on the frontlines of battle. His frame, etched from years of warfare in Essos, stands tall and imposing. Though his stature stands imposing and violent, there is a quiet intensity in his stare, a steeliness born of countless battles. His short, tousled blonde hair, cropped close to his head, adds to a rugged appearance, and frames his features with a touch of youthful vitality otherwise hidden by his gnarled body. Still, there is no mistaking the wisdom that lies behind his piercing blue eyes, eyes that have seen the horrors of war and emerged unbroken.
Trait: Hale
Skill(s): Blunt Weapons, Brute(e), Tactician, Ambusher
Starting Title(s): N/A
Starting Location: King's Landing
FAMILY TREE
BACKSTORY Aderhold Hardyng was born as the fourth son and sixth child of Lord Robert Hardyng. Unlike his siblings, he would fail to prove significant in much of any noble discipline save for haughty rowdiness. While his brothers grew into honorable diplomats and golden misers, he turned into an awkward brute. He felt distant from the futures that became of most noble children as a fourth son and confused as to who he might become. It was rolling in the mud that he felt most comfortable, where he felt hidden from fate and predetermination entirely and could live his life on his own terms.
As he grew older he and his father, Ser Robert Hardyng, grew closer. A pious man, Ser Robert never let Aderhold step too out of line. Nevertheless, his father was impressed with his excited and independent nature and felt that if the Seven made him in such a way he should be encouraged. Worship to the faith and the concept of becoming a knight soon became the sole motivation for young Aderhold, but the attention he received from his father put him in dramatic straits with his brothers. While he could make peace with his older brothers, Edric and Harlan, Jonothor never outright forgave him. Withholding toys and playthings from Aderhold soon turned to shunning him at family dinners and bullying him out in the yard. While family, as they grew older it seemed less so and less so to everyone within Ser Robert’s halls. At the age of nine-and-twenty, Aderhold’s parents along with his brother Harlan would venture to Orys Baratheon’s son’s eighteenth birthday. It was there that the Kingswood Catastrophe unfolded, and all three of them were slaughtered alongside many, many others. News soon reached their family’s holdfast, where around the letter Aderhold, his brother Edric, and sister Rosalind, huddled and sat in shocked grief. Jonothor, now to be raised to Lord of Strongvale, stared miserably out the window. The loss of their parents deeply affected the siblings, causing tensions to rise among them as they struggled to come to terms. Jonothor, feeling the weight of his newfound responsibilities, became increasingly rigid and authoritarian in his leadership, seeking to uphold the traditions and values of House Hardyng at all costs. This led to friction between him and Aderhold, who lost the feud and would venture away to Essos.
During his time in Essos, Aderhold would serve with the mercenary companies that littered around Tyrosh, Lys, and Volantis. Never knowing when his next day could be his last, he would fight in countless battles and venture deep into the innards of Essos for pay and “glory.” While he couldn’t say he didn’t enjoy it, the rush of adrenaline that kept him alive soon made his stomach churn. It was during a specifically miserable campaign that Aderhold’s life and foundations were suddenly flipped upside down. Amid bloody conflict, he witnessed a miracle of the Red God, R’hllor, firsthand- the flames of prophecy and power over life and death. He would see the dead rise and the flames read with terrifying accuracy. As his company served alongside a group of red priests his world turned upside down, and he could not conceivably stay faithful to the Seven so long as such tangible magic and divine intervention was at play.
At the end of the campaign, Aderhold swore his service to the Temple of the Lord of Light in Volantis out of perceived duty and fear of divine punishment. Conflicted but unable to deny the reality of R’hllor, he would go on to serve and guard many caravans of missionaries and proselytizers across Essos. He would even recruit and lead more militaristic ventures into the Painted Mountains and Mantarys when told of certain visions in the flames. He would almost lose his life when a two-headed demon of a man lifted him by his head alone and squeezed his skull to the point of rapture. Something only a god could command freed him from fate that day, whatever it was. Returning unsuccessfully from his campaign, he would continue serving the Volantene Temple of the Lord of Light, one of their most strategic and militaristic followers.
AC
Name and House: Jonothor Hardyng
Age: 48
Cultural Group: Andal, Valeman
Appearance: Jonothor Hardyng stands with an uptight, rigid posture and stares with an unrelentingly sour and unforgiving countenance. His shoulders appear as though they are weighed down, and his dark blue eyes appear ferocious beneath his furrowed brow. He is taller than average, and bears some muscle while retaining a solidly slender figure.
Trait: Unscrupulous
Skill(s): Andal Knight, Malicious, Outrider
Talent(s): N/A.
Negative Trait(s): N/A.
Starting Title(s): Ser
Starting Location: Opening Event.
Supporting Characters:
Edric Hardyng, 44 (Castellan): Younger brother to Lord Jonothor Hardyng, Ser Edric Hardyng is an honorable and diligent man. Never wanting in his life, he has served faithfully beside his family and has gained limited fame through his old days as a tourney knight. Now he serves as regent of Strongvale while Lord Jonothor serves at the Eyrie. Due to Lord Jonothor’s failure to marry, he is the heir to House Hardyng, and his children its future.
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Discord Tag: Suzbeki
Name and House: Aderhold Hardyng
Age: 39
Cultural Group: Andal, Valeman
Appearance: Aderhold bears the unmistakable marks of a life spent on the frontlines of battle. His frame, etched from years of warfare in Essos, stands tall and imposing. Though his stature stands imposing and violent, there is a quiet intensity in his stare, a steeliness born of countless battles. His short, tousled blonde hair, cropped close to his head, adds to a rugged appearance, and frames his features with a touch of youthful vitality otherwise hidden by his gnarled body. Still, there is no mistaking the wisdom that lies behind his piercing blue eyes, eyes that have seen the horrors of war and emerged unbroken.
Trait: Hale
Skill(s): Blunt Weapons, Brute(e), Tactician, Ambusher
Starting Title(s): N/A
Starting Location: King's Landing
FAMILY TREE
BACKSTORY Aderhold Hardyng was born as the fourth son and sixth child of Lord Robert Hardyng. Unlike his siblings, he would fail to prove significant in much of any noble discipline save for haughty rowdiness. While his brothers grew into honorable diplomats and golden misers, he turned into an awkward brute. He felt distant from the futures that became of most noble children as a fourth son and confused as to who he might become. It was rolling in the mud that he felt most comfortable, where he felt hidden from fate and predetermination entirely and could live his life on his own terms.
As he grew older he and his father, Ser Robert Hardyng, grew closer. A pious man, Ser Robert never let Aderhold step too out of line. Nevertheless, his father was impressed with his excited and independent nature and felt that if the Seven made him in such a way he should be encouraged. Worship to the faith and the concept of becoming a knight soon became the sole motivation for young Aderhold, but the attention he received from his father put him in dramatic straits with his brothers. While he could make peace with his older brothers, Edric and Harlan, Jonothor never outright forgave him. Withholding toys and playthings from Aderhold soon turned to shunning him at family dinners and bullying him out in the yard. While family, as they grew older it seemed less so and less so to everyone within Ser Robert’s halls. At the age of nine-and-twenty, Aderhold’s parents along with his brother Harlan would venture to Orys Baratheon’s son’s eighteenth birthday. It was there that the Kingswood Catastrophe unfolded, and all three of them were slaughtered alongside many, many others. News soon reached their family’s holdfast, where around the letter Aderhold, his brother Edric, and sister Rosalind, huddled and sat in shocked grief. Jonothor, now to be raised to Lord of Strongvale, stared miserably out the window. The loss of their parents deeply affected the siblings, causing tensions to rise among them as they struggled to come to terms. Jonothor, feeling the weight of his newfound responsibilities, became increasingly rigid and authoritarian in his leadership, seeking to uphold the traditions and values of House Hardyng at all costs. This led to friction between him and Aderhold, who lost the feud and would venture away to Essos.
During his time in Essos, Aderhold would serve with the mercenary companies that littered around Tyrosh, Lys, and Volantis. Never knowing when his next day could be his last, he would fight in countless battles and venture deep into the innards of Essos for pay and “glory.” While he couldn’t say he didn’t enjoy it, the rush of adrenaline that kept him alive soon made his stomach churn. It was during a specifically miserable campaign that Aderhold’s life and foundations were suddenly flipped upside down. Amid bloody conflict, he witnessed a miracle of the Red God, R’hllor, firsthand- the flames of prophecy and power over life and death. He would see the dead rise and the flames read with terrifying accuracy. As his company served alongside a group of red priests his world turned upside down, and he could not conceivably stay faithful to the Seven so long as such tangible magic and divine intervention was at play.
At the end of the campaign, Aderhold swore his service to the Temple of the Lord of Light in Volantis out of perceived duty and fear of divine punishment. Conflicted but unable to deny the reality of R’hllor, he would go on to serve and guard many caravans of missionaries and proselytizers across Essos. He would even recruit and lead more militaristic ventures into the Painted Mountains and Mantarys when told of certain visions in the flames. He would almost lose his life when a two-headed demon of a man lifted him by his head alone and squeezed his skull to the point of rapture. Something only a god could command freed him from fate that day, whatever it was. Returning unsuccessfully from his campaign, he would continue serving the Volantene Temple of the Lord of Light, one of their most strategic and militaristic followers.
AC
Name and House: Jonothor Hardyng
Age: 48
Cultural Group: Andal, Valeman
Appearance: Jonothor Hardyng stands with an uptight, rigid posture and stares with an unrelentingly sour and unforgiving countenance. His shoulders appear as though they are weighed down, and his dark blue eyes appear ferocious beneath his furrowed brow. He is taller than average, and bears some muscle while retaining a solidly slender figure.
Trait: Unscrupulous
Skill(s): Andal Knight, Malicious, Outrider
Talent(s): N/A.
Negative Trait(s): N/A.
Starting Title(s): Ser
Starting Location: Opening Event.
Supporting Characters:
Edric Hardyng, 44 (Castellan): Younger brother to Lord Jonothor Hardyng, Ser Edric Hardyng is an honorable and diligent man. Never wanting in his life, he has served faithfully beside his family and has gained limited fame through his old days as a tourney knight. Now he serves as regent of Strongvale while Lord Jonothor serves at the Eyrie. Due to Lord Jonothor’s failure to marry, he is the heir to House Hardyng, and his children its future.
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2024.05.18 00:40 Radiant-Dentist-4220 2.2 Analysis, explanations, and philosophy.
This won't be perfectly formatted as I'm copying this from my Discord posts onto reddit on mobile at 9% charge. So apologies.
Sunday believes that in Order, comes salvation. In control, comes salvation. If there is a perfect world where all are equal and none suffer, then why does it matter if it's a cage and that Sunday is the one maintaining Order? They'll be alive and "happy" after all. Their "happiness" is determined by the "self value" that he sets for them. At the same time, he believes in fair warfare. If people are to fight over ideology, they do it without cheating the fight. This is why Sunday chose to keep us alive within the Dream of Ena that grasps the entirety of the Asdana system.
Robin is the opposite. She is a sort of mix of idealism and realism. She loves and cares for the will of person along with their life. Living in a dream and cage is no life. It is an escape that you never grow or move from. Even if a bird is at risk of losing its life, one should not trap it eternally within a cage, but allow it to fly free within the skies where it belongs. But equally, whose to say it belongs in the skies? If it will fall and die from its inability to fly, then whose to say it doesn't belong on the ground? This is the difference between Sunday and Robin. Sunday obsessively seeks to maintain life through Order, and Robin wishes to maintain freedom through Harmony.
This is also why Gopher Wood mislead Sunday about his plan. While both were children of Order, only one was destined to follow that path to the end willingly. Gopher Wood always knew Sunday was the one to be centre stage in his plan, never Robin. He just presented it that way.
What is the Dream of Order? It is a dream founded on the wishes of the People. The Harmonious Choir is one who grants wishes. By entrapping them all in a joyful Dream, their wishes connect and power that Dream also. As time goes on, their wishes will solidify and the strength of the Dream will become impenetrable. However, adding disorder to their wishes by including the free will of many or just having them all change their wishes in a disorderly fashion, will result in the beginning of the collapse of the Dream of the Order.
Within the Dream of the Order, the Harmonious Choir is omnipotent as hes effectively connected to all of us. He could've killed us all without a single movement if he so wished had it not been for his own ideals.
But The Harmonious Choir is not an Aeon. He is not some all powerful higher dimensional being. Thus they can never truly create a perfect world. There will always be flaws.
And notably, "Real Death" can still occur. And this is one of the many ways one can escape the Dream of the Order.
Another "flaw" so to speak is that those striding the path of Nihility will be unaffected by it. They will not be under the tune of the Harmonious Choir. And a more subjective flaw is that it is quite literally too perfect. This is why Robin awakes of her own free will, and why MC + Welt begin doubting their victory and if it was truly real.
Frebass is also confirmed dead but I didn't take a screenshot.
Gallagher on it's own is a reward and reminder for the dedication and unwavering trailblaze spirit of Mikhail. But once a Fiction is understood, it ceases to be. All the Hounds of Penacony...and Gallagher himself. It is unknown whether this rule applies to the original history fictionologist themselves.
“How can novelty of surroundings abroad and becoming acquainted with foreign scenes or cities be of any help? All that dashing about turns out to be quite futile. And if you want to know why all this running away cannot help you, the answer is simply this: you are running away in your own company. You have to lay aside the load on your spirit. Until you do that, nowhere will satisfy you.”
But it's a delusion. It's a dream that runs away from reality. You aren't living. You're escaping from living. It ignores why pain happens. Pain is the result of caring. It ignores why life is so beautiful. Because it is short. With what little time one has, it is given importance. And it ignores why that importance can even be possible--because humans retain agency. This was also why Socrates disliked the idea of removing human agency.
If you remove the free will of Mankind, you remove their ability too choose. Resulting in a artificial happiness that's in of itself flawed. Because there's nothing to be happy for. There's nothing to care about. You live your life eternally under the illusion of bliss. But either it has no meaning as you never suffer or die or even make a choice. Or it is merely a dream with all the aforementioned traits. What Goetia and Sunday believe in, is locking mankind in a cage under the ideal of maintaining their "life without suffering".
But even if the Bird will fly and fall to its death by being released, or it may fly too close to the sun and burn as a result--it would still be happier than under the illusion of a cage as it had the agency to live its own life. Rather than have its life lived out for it.
And the only way to truly live, is to face reality rather than escape it.
“Once you have rid yourself of the affliction there, though, every change of scenery will become a pleasure. You may be banished to the ends of the earth, and yet in whatever outlandish corner of the world you may find yourself stationed, you will find that place, whatever it may be like, a hospitable home.”
Sure. You may suffer. But that's living. And suffering is merely a sign that you are living. And the key to life isn't to pretend that change never happens or pain doesn't happen and to hide in a dream. It's to face that pain, make the most of the beauty that remains in the world, and move on. Through your own agency. This is why Firefly is pissed when Sunday considers her weak and in need of a illusionary paradise. She may be suffering, but she faces it anyway and lives out what remains of her life by her own choice.
Anyway here's a few more quotes to emphasize the idea of 2.2 from fiction and philosophy.
If you don't get what you want, you suffer; if you get what you don't want, you suffer; even when you get exactly what you want, you still suffer because you can't hold on to it forever. Your mind is your predicament. It wants to be free of change. Free of pain, free of the obligations of life and death. But change is law and no amount of pretending will alter that reality.
The secret of change is to focus all of your energy not on fighting the old, but on building the new.
Both from Socrates.
Dr. Ratio: The Path of Erudition has neither reason nor logic. While geniuses wander among the stars, the ordinary can't even trace their footsteps. Those less gifted have no choice but to walk alone, enduring a lifetime of tumbles and triumphs... Dr. Ratio: ...but even a life marked by failure is a life worth living — it is only in moments of solitude and despair, when help is absent, that fools grasp how to pick themselves up. Dr. Ratio: I have a fastidious nature — I cannot stand fools, idiots, or imbeciles. Seeing them fills me with dread. Regrettably, this space station is just like the Intelligentsia Guild — devoid of geniuses and filled with mediocrity. Screwllum: You wish to uproot the researchers' blind worship of geniuses. Dr. Ratio: I am only laying out my questions. As for the answers... They'll find them themselves. Dr. Ratio: Pursuit tinged with negativity is still pursuit, and it is capable of leading us to the right conclusion. For the masses of the mediocre to reach a level of awareness — this is a necessary rite of passage.
```Dr. Roman: ...Goetia.
Dr. Roman: You said you had no need of the name “King of Mages” anymore. I'll take it back, then.
Solomon: I am Solomon, King of Mages. Goetia, it is I who shall read you your last rites.
Solomon: ...Life always comes to an end. Life is a pilgrimage of suffering.
Solomon: But it is not a story of death and separation.```
``` Goetia: I'm sick of it! No matter what happens, they just disappear, and only fear remains!
Goetia: Every human's life is a story of hate and despair! It is a terrible thing to watch!
C：Romani Archaman: That's what you fail to understand, Goetia.
C：Romani Archaman: Of course nothing is eternal, and pain awaits us all in the end.
C：Romani Archaman: But that doesn't make life a story of despair. Not at all.
C：Romani Archaman: It's a fight against death and separation in what precious little time one is given. It's a repetition of meeting and parting, despite knowing there's an end.
C：Romani Archaman: ...Humans' stories are dazzling, brief journeys, like the twinkling of the stars. They are stories of love and hope.```
And in reply to somebody who asked what I believe the answer to "why does life slumber? - so that we can wake up from the dream" means and how it relates to Ritsuka's own answer to Goetia whose quite similar to Sunday.
Both are the same in a way.
Ironically this can be answered perfectly by a superman quote of all things.
Dreams aren't meant to be an escape from reality. We dream so that we can wake up, with hopes to move forward in reality. To face reality and fight for our wishes. To live for our values. To struggle and fight to make our dreams and reality the same. Rather than use dreams as an escape from reality.
This is how we live. Through hopes and dreams born from struggling for our ideals.
If one might ask how Jing Yuan can be an Emanator even though it's passed down or its not free-form power. I direct you to the Hoyolab post explaining Emanators. To specifically quote.
"The method through which THEY grant power and the extent of the power also varies significantly"
That is to say, it's all up to the Aeon. Including the process through which an Emanator gains power. And by definition, being granted the blessing to access an Aeon's path is what an Emanator is. It is different to being blessed with an item. As for why it matters narratively? Because the Hunt and Destruction, and the Lord Ravagers and Generals are narrative mirrors. There are Seven Generals and Seven Lord Ravagers, each representing concepts of their respective path. Phantilya and Jing Yuan are mirrors of eachother. The deceptive strategists of their paths. Both the Hunt and Destruction are paths which lead to finality (An end in CN context). Both are led by young Aeons that hold a greater connection to their faction than other Aeons, and bring great destruction in their wars. Etc. Narratively speaking, the Destruction and Hunt are intentionally designed to hold major resemblances. So it especially matters that the Generals, and their stands (Spirits - As confirmed by the Guidebook that they all have their own special LL type spirit), are Emanators narratively.
As for why Jing Yuan isn't blowing up planets or galaxies? Two simple answers. Emanators have no set power scale. It is up to the Aeon. But thanks to Sunday and Phantilya (As well as Welt giving us a basic standard for the Generals), we do know Lightning Lord is absurdly powerful. Just that it is concentrated raw power unlike Lord Ravagers destructive power or Acheron and her Nihility hax. If Lord Ravagers hit you with a nuke enveloping cities, LL hits you with that same power concentrated to your face. This is likely why everytime JY uses Lightning Lord, if the enemy isn't immortal or dissapearing off screen, it ends in one blow. But this comes with its own flaws of JY needing to plan ahead for an opening for LL to strike or just take the enemy off guard.
Sorry for the lengthy explanations. Hope it was a good read and or helped people understand 2.2 better.
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- Robin and Sunday - Tuner of the Harmony and Choir of the Order
Sunday believes that in Order, comes salvation. In control, comes salvation. If there is a perfect world where all are equal and none suffer, then why does it matter if it's a cage and that Sunday is the one maintaining Order? They'll be alive and "happy" after all. Their "happiness" is determined by the "self value" that he sets for them. At the same time, he believes in fair warfare. If people are to fight over ideology, they do it without cheating the fight. This is why Sunday chose to keep us alive within the Dream of Ena that grasps the entirety of the Asdana system.
Robin is the opposite. She is a sort of mix of idealism and realism. She loves and cares for the will of person along with their life. Living in a dream and cage is no life. It is an escape that you never grow or move from. Even if a bird is at risk of losing its life, one should not trap it eternally within a cage, but allow it to fly free within the skies where it belongs. But equally, whose to say it belongs in the skies? If it will fall and die from its inability to fly, then whose to say it doesn't belong on the ground? This is the difference between Sunday and Robin. Sunday obsessively seeks to maintain life through Order, and Robin wishes to maintain freedom through Harmony.
This is also why Gopher Wood mislead Sunday about his plan. While both were children of Order, only one was destined to follow that path to the end willingly. Gopher Wood always knew Sunday was the one to be centre stage in his plan, never Robin. He just presented it that way.
- The Dream Of Order and the Harmonious Choir
What is the Dream of Order? It is a dream founded on the wishes of the People. The Harmonious Choir is one who grants wishes. By entrapping them all in a joyful Dream, their wishes connect and power that Dream also. As time goes on, their wishes will solidify and the strength of the Dream will become impenetrable. However, adding disorder to their wishes by including the free will of many or just having them all change their wishes in a disorderly fashion, will result in the beginning of the collapse of the Dream of the Order.
Within the Dream of the Order, the Harmonious Choir is omnipotent as hes effectively connected to all of us. He could've killed us all without a single movement if he so wished had it not been for his own ideals.
But The Harmonious Choir is not an Aeon. He is not some all powerful higher dimensional being. Thus they can never truly create a perfect world. There will always be flaws.
And notably, "Real Death" can still occur. And this is one of the many ways one can escape the Dream of the Order.
Another "flaw" so to speak is that those striding the path of Nihility will be unaffected by it. They will not be under the tune of the Harmonious Choir. And a more subjective flaw is that it is quite literally too perfect. This is why Robin awakes of her own free will, and why MC + Welt begin doubting their victory and if it was truly real.
- Firefly's Deaths.
- Raiden Bosenmori Mei
Frebass is also confirmed dead but I didn't take a screenshot.
- Gallagher as Penacony
Gallagher on it's own is a reward and reminder for the dedication and unwavering trailblaze spirit of Mikhail. But once a Fiction is understood, it ceases to be. All the Hounds of Penacony...and Gallagher himself. It is unknown whether this rule applies to the original history fictionologist themselves.
- Sunday's Philosophy
“How can novelty of surroundings abroad and becoming acquainted with foreign scenes or cities be of any help? All that dashing about turns out to be quite futile. And if you want to know why all this running away cannot help you, the answer is simply this: you are running away in your own company. You have to lay aside the load on your spirit. Until you do that, nowhere will satisfy you.”
But it's a delusion. It's a dream that runs away from reality. You aren't living. You're escaping from living. It ignores why pain happens. Pain is the result of caring. It ignores why life is so beautiful. Because it is short. With what little time one has, it is given importance. And it ignores why that importance can even be possible--because humans retain agency. This was also why Socrates disliked the idea of removing human agency.
If you remove the free will of Mankind, you remove their ability too choose. Resulting in a artificial happiness that's in of itself flawed. Because there's nothing to be happy for. There's nothing to care about. You live your life eternally under the illusion of bliss. But either it has no meaning as you never suffer or die or even make a choice. Or it is merely a dream with all the aforementioned traits. What Goetia and Sunday believe in, is locking mankind in a cage under the ideal of maintaining their "life without suffering".
But even if the Bird will fly and fall to its death by being released, or it may fly too close to the sun and burn as a result--it would still be happier than under the illusion of a cage as it had the agency to live its own life. Rather than have its life lived out for it.
And the only way to truly live, is to face reality rather than escape it.
“Once you have rid yourself of the affliction there, though, every change of scenery will become a pleasure. You may be banished to the ends of the earth, and yet in whatever outlandish corner of the world you may find yourself stationed, you will find that place, whatever it may be like, a hospitable home.”
Sure. You may suffer. But that's living. And suffering is merely a sign that you are living. And the key to life isn't to pretend that change never happens or pain doesn't happen and to hide in a dream. It's to face that pain, make the most of the beauty that remains in the world, and move on. Through your own agency. This is why Firefly is pissed when Sunday considers her weak and in need of a illusionary paradise. She may be suffering, but she faces it anyway and lives out what remains of her life by her own choice.
Anyway here's a few more quotes to emphasize the idea of 2.2 from fiction and philosophy.
If you don't get what you want, you suffer; if you get what you don't want, you suffer; even when you get exactly what you want, you still suffer because you can't hold on to it forever. Your mind is your predicament. It wants to be free of change. Free of pain, free of the obligations of life and death. But change is law and no amount of pretending will alter that reality.
The secret of change is to focus all of your energy not on fighting the old, but on building the new.
Both from Socrates.
Dr. Ratio: The Path of Erudition has neither reason nor logic. While geniuses wander among the stars, the ordinary can't even trace their footsteps. Those less gifted have no choice but to walk alone, enduring a lifetime of tumbles and triumphs... Dr. Ratio: ...but even a life marked by failure is a life worth living — it is only in moments of solitude and despair, when help is absent, that fools grasp how to pick themselves up. Dr. Ratio: I have a fastidious nature — I cannot stand fools, idiots, or imbeciles. Seeing them fills me with dread. Regrettably, this space station is just like the Intelligentsia Guild — devoid of geniuses and filled with mediocrity. Screwllum: You wish to uproot the researchers' blind worship of geniuses. Dr. Ratio: I am only laying out my questions. As for the answers... They'll find them themselves. Dr. Ratio: Pursuit tinged with negativity is still pursuit, and it is capable of leading us to the right conclusion. For the masses of the mediocre to reach a level of awareness — this is a necessary rite of passage.
```Dr. Roman: ...Goetia.
Dr. Roman: You said you had no need of the name “King of Mages” anymore. I'll take it back, then.
Solomon: I am Solomon, King of Mages. Goetia, it is I who shall read you your last rites.
Solomon: ...Life always comes to an end. Life is a pilgrimage of suffering.
Solomon: But it is not a story of death and separation.```
``` Goetia: I'm sick of it! No matter what happens, they just disappear, and only fear remains!
Goetia: Every human's life is a story of hate and despair! It is a terrible thing to watch!
C：Romani Archaman: That's what you fail to understand, Goetia.
C：Romani Archaman: Of course nothing is eternal, and pain awaits us all in the end.
C：Romani Archaman: But that doesn't make life a story of despair. Not at all.
C：Romani Archaman: It's a fight against death and separation in what precious little time one is given. It's a repetition of meeting and parting, despite knowing there's an end.
C：Romani Archaman: ...Humans' stories are dazzling, brief journeys, like the twinkling of the stars. They are stories of love and hope.```
And in reply to somebody who asked what I believe the answer to "why does life slumber? - so that we can wake up from the dream" means and how it relates to Ritsuka's own answer to Goetia whose quite similar to Sunday.
Both are the same in a way.
Ironically this can be answered perfectly by a superman quote of all things.
Dreams aren't meant to be an escape from reality. We dream so that we can wake up, with hopes to move forward in reality. To face reality and fight for our wishes. To live for our values. To struggle and fight to make our dreams and reality the same. Rather than use dreams as an escape from reality.
This is how we live. Through hopes and dreams born from struggling for our ideals.
- Jing Yuan
If one might ask how Jing Yuan can be an Emanator even though it's passed down or its not free-form power. I direct you to the Hoyolab post explaining Emanators. To specifically quote.
"The method through which THEY grant power and the extent of the power also varies significantly"
That is to say, it's all up to the Aeon. Including the process through which an Emanator gains power. And by definition, being granted the blessing to access an Aeon's path is what an Emanator is. It is different to being blessed with an item. As for why it matters narratively? Because the Hunt and Destruction, and the Lord Ravagers and Generals are narrative mirrors. There are Seven Generals and Seven Lord Ravagers, each representing concepts of their respective path. Phantilya and Jing Yuan are mirrors of eachother. The deceptive strategists of their paths. Both the Hunt and Destruction are paths which lead to finality (An end in CN context). Both are led by young Aeons that hold a greater connection to their faction than other Aeons, and bring great destruction in their wars. Etc. Narratively speaking, the Destruction and Hunt are intentionally designed to hold major resemblances. So it especially matters that the Generals, and their stands (Spirits - As confirmed by the Guidebook that they all have their own special LL type spirit), are Emanators narratively.
As for why Jing Yuan isn't blowing up planets or galaxies? Two simple answers. Emanators have no set power scale. It is up to the Aeon. But thanks to Sunday and Phantilya (As well as Welt giving us a basic standard for the Generals), we do know Lightning Lord is absurdly powerful. Just that it is concentrated raw power unlike Lord Ravagers destructive power or Acheron and her Nihility hax. If Lord Ravagers hit you with a nuke enveloping cities, LL hits you with that same power concentrated to your face. This is likely why everytime JY uses Lightning Lord, if the enemy isn't immortal or dissapearing off screen, it ends in one blow. But this comes with its own flaws of JY needing to plan ahead for an opening for LL to strike or just take the enemy off guard.
Sorry for the lengthy explanations. Hope it was a good read and or helped people understand 2.2 better.
2024.05.18 00:26 Star17Stuff Star’s Story
I’m on mobile so I’m sorry for any formatting issues. Trigger warning for upsetting content. I hope this finds its way to the right people someday..
I’m Star, and this is my story
The night I finally decided to tell my story I found true liberation. I had to come to terms that I had 3 out comes I had to be ok with. So following what advice I’d give someone else is either going to be the best thing, worst thing, or most insignificant thing I ever decide to do. I can’t use my past as a crutch or excuse to why I’m not living the life I dreamed of.
I guess I’m in for the worlds biggest reality check.
I had a typical life up until pre k. My family packed up our little trailer in Vacherie, Louisiana and nothing has been the same since. I went from growing up close with both sides of my parents family to almost complete isolation.
My dad was in search to lead his family and give us the best life he could possibly provide. With that honest sentiment he found a group of people that became our new family - and for the majority of my life our only family. Family birthdays slowly turned into fellowships. Summer vacation became going to church in different parts of California. Every Thanksgiving was in the sister church in Texas. The majority of our travel time was going to church to which we already went to 3 times a week. We didn’t celebrate any holidays, I couldn’t participate in team sports at school, go to dances, prom, sleepovers with school friends, wear certain clothing, watch certain movies and tv shows, you know, the typical religious restrictions people may encounter. However, this went deeper.
I grew up in a religious cult. Now that I’m way on the other side of that life, I can finally admit it and not feel guilty. I befriended many people I still have fond memories of. I stayed in contact with a few others that have left. There were good people there and some probably still are. These are people I shared decades of my life with. I used to feel some need to protect them from my truth and what I really thought and felt sitting in those pews. I still have my struggles with this.
I remember many significant events. The founder of the church getting shot was the biggest. We all gathered at the church and got on our knees and prayed. Everyone. It didn’t matter your age. I was primary school aged getting on my knees and calling to Jesus. I mimicked what I saw. This ritual only happened when a major event threatened the church or if someone high up in status was on the brink of death or needed extra prayer. I can only recall 3 times I experienced this first hand. Another memorable event was when the leaders went on CBS to defend the churches from allegations of ‘selling tickets to heaven.’ After all, my entire life we were taught that they were the one and only true followers of Christ and the only people making it to what was called a third heaven.
I submitted as much as a child could to what I learned in the church until puberty. As a preachers daughter, I was always expected to act and carry myself in a certain way. I didn’t feel that lifestyle was how I wanted to spend my one chance at life. School was my salvation from home and church. It was the only time I could be me although I was always a diluted version. I made friends, but of course I could never cultivate those friendships outside of school. There was only so many ‘no’s’ to attending sleepovers, parties and doing activities with the friends I chose for myself that a child could take. I started to secretly reject what had become a huge chunk of my life.
There were so many unspoken rules you knew to follow. No piercings, no tattoos, no loud colored haifingernails, no consumption of alcohol, you couldn’t consume worldly music or media, if you saw someone that left it was an unspoken rule not to engage with them and rampent homophobia; which I discovered was typical with similar religious practices and/or followed the King James Version of the bible.
But wait, there’s more!
You couldn’t show your shoulders, wear heels over a certain height, skirts and dresses had to be a certain length. I wore shorts in secret or only at my home. You could only marry and date within the church. If you found someone not in the church you like, you had to bring them in or the relationship would be frowned upon. You had to get married there, do your marriage counseling with the ministry, your dress had to cover your shoulders, your bridal party was your selection out of the sisters and brothers and your reception was in the dining hall at the church. Women couldn’t sit on the first pew at church or wear pants. At the time Facebook was the only allowed social media but your posts were watched. I found myself ‘in the office’ many times towards the end of my time there because of social media. If you wanted to make big purchases you had to have an audience with the ministry first. It was a tight knit community. It was a self sufficient community. It was a community that other people have told their stories about and we were told they were just people taking revenge on the church. The family had to stick together and draw others into the church to save more people so they had a chance for eternal life. There were accusations that many women were forced to get abortions to remain part of the ‘body of Christ’ they told us these allegations were lies. When you’ve been taught and controlled your whole life to eat whatever they feed you, you are obeditent and don’t ask questions. Plus why would my story change anything? Others before me spoke out. Some were silenced, some stories were buried and with that I just kept quiet. I have so many accounts about this church that I need to let go of. A religious relationship with life may work for some and that should be respected; personally it didn’t resonate with the person I want to be. I don’t want to sensationalize this piece of my life it is what it is; it was what it was. I don’t want to leave a door open for my past to feel welcome to my present. To this day I still have nightmares about my family and I being stuck there or going back voluntarily.
I wasn’t allowed to just leave the church and stop coming. How would that look if a preacher couldn’t control his own daugther? The mixture of teenage angst, middle child syndrome, and bipolar depression came together to create the perfect storm -but- in this storm Star was born. The only control I had over my life was through writing. As a teen I rarely left my room. It was me, my guitar, books, music and the magic of movies that kept me as sane as someone in my situation could be. Star became her own entity. She was my salvation in separating my reailty to a dream world so Theresa could survive. Every now and then she had to take over. If I couldn’t leave, I had to find a way out by more drastic measures. It started with pretending to be sick every now and then or purposely waiting to do my homework during church services so I could sit in a back room instead of pretending to take notes and be engaged in the services. This wasn’t enough for me long term so I had to up the ante. I fell into a cycle of self harm. I remember one damn near successful suicide attempt. When I was in the hospital only the ministry was allowed to see me. They told me when I got out the hospital, they would call me into the office to talk about why I did what I did. I never felt such dread and I wished I was dead in that moment. I saw the way it broke my mothers heart to see me in that position. I never attempted suicide again no matter how much I felt I wanted to escape my life. I spent about 2 weeks in a behavioral facility and to be honest, I never felt more free at the time. Unfortunately, back to church I still had to go. I came up with a plan that would change my trajectory permanently. I had to get myself kicked out of the church.
In the world of alternative modeling I found a community that became my new universe and my ticket to freedom. It’s because of this community I can even tell my story. I began posting risqué photos and I went all in with nude modeling. When this was discovered, I got called into the office one last time. I remember being asked if that the type of content I made me feel good about myself and that question made to feel so small. It felt like my own David and Goliath story when I spoke up and said, “yes, it does.” I believe this was the first time I ever didn’t let my fear decide my fate. I wanted to do what I wanted, how I wanted and when I want to do it. I didn’t want to care what anyone thought of me. I didn’t want to follow a lifestyle that sucked the life out of me. It’s this mindset that took years to come to its peak to practice what I preach. Little me always wanted to sing and put on a show. She wanted to make music. She wanted to create movies. She wanted to make people laugh and smile. She wanted to voice characters on her favorite tv shows. She wanted to explore and experience everything life had to offer even if she was always taught the world has nothing and it would just eat you up and spit you out. But I would choose to be digested by the world over and over again before I waste my time bound to the expectations of others. If I knew then what I know now, I would tell myself go be that theater kid, go audition for movies follow your true passions instead of making choices out of necessity to have a typical life. I often wonder who I would’ve been if I lived a different life. A normal life.
Now here I am ready to, for once, truly try doing what my inner child always dreamed of. I have so many songs that need to find a home and I’m doing that by following the only formula I know- bearing my soul and putting myself out there. I’m currently working on updating old lyrics and creating new songs so I can contact people to collaborate with. I’ve never been one for reality, so of course I have to do this my way. It’s time to stop telling myself that it’s too late and coming up with excuses to avoid the inevitably of failure. I was stuck in the societal mindset that you had to achieve everything in your 20s. There’s already failure in not trying. Of course I have no clue where or how to start with my limited experience and resources. I was gonna be that crazy person to walk in any and every record company and have them read my songs. Of course the industry doesn’t work that way, and why would it for me? I’m nothing special. Every artist feels their work will touch someone out there. Maybe nothing will come from this, maybe I’ll get to work with local artists or maybe my works will just find success in being posted here for few to read.
Since writing my initial story, I have yet again evolved. If I was going to go down this road I had to do things the right way and build a strong foundation from scratch. While learning how to navigate the unknown I found someone who elevated my mindset. The world connected me with vocal coach, Jeanetta, who turned my world upside down in the best way. I went from discovering I’ve been singing wrong my whole life to being able to write essays on how much I learned about proper singing techniques and from only wanting to write for others to constructing my own projects and concepts. She’s been my mentor in helping me unlock parts of me that I didn’t know were there and parts of me I’ve forgotten existed. I’ve been down a rabbit hole of crafting my sound and uncovering my voice. I could go off on a tangent about the excitement this journey has brought to me. I’ve made a few demos and dived in head first networking with whoever wants to share their knowledge with me. I had to realize nothing about my path is “normal” and I need to stop dimming myself to blend in common spaces. I’m never going to know normalcy. I can only find people who share a similar vision and will accept me as I am. I’m just going to keep going until I find them or they find me. Either way- I’m going to find out if it’s possible to fly with clipped wings.
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I’m Star, and this is my story
The night I finally decided to tell my story I found true liberation. I had to come to terms that I had 3 out comes I had to be ok with. So following what advice I’d give someone else is either going to be the best thing, worst thing, or most insignificant thing I ever decide to do. I can’t use my past as a crutch or excuse to why I’m not living the life I dreamed of.
I guess I’m in for the worlds biggest reality check.
I had a typical life up until pre k. My family packed up our little trailer in Vacherie, Louisiana and nothing has been the same since. I went from growing up close with both sides of my parents family to almost complete isolation.
My dad was in search to lead his family and give us the best life he could possibly provide. With that honest sentiment he found a group of people that became our new family - and for the majority of my life our only family. Family birthdays slowly turned into fellowships. Summer vacation became going to church in different parts of California. Every Thanksgiving was in the sister church in Texas. The majority of our travel time was going to church to which we already went to 3 times a week. We didn’t celebrate any holidays, I couldn’t participate in team sports at school, go to dances, prom, sleepovers with school friends, wear certain clothing, watch certain movies and tv shows, you know, the typical religious restrictions people may encounter. However, this went deeper.
I grew up in a religious cult. Now that I’m way on the other side of that life, I can finally admit it and not feel guilty. I befriended many people I still have fond memories of. I stayed in contact with a few others that have left. There were good people there and some probably still are. These are people I shared decades of my life with. I used to feel some need to protect them from my truth and what I really thought and felt sitting in those pews. I still have my struggles with this.
I remember many significant events. The founder of the church getting shot was the biggest. We all gathered at the church and got on our knees and prayed. Everyone. It didn’t matter your age. I was primary school aged getting on my knees and calling to Jesus. I mimicked what I saw. This ritual only happened when a major event threatened the church or if someone high up in status was on the brink of death or needed extra prayer. I can only recall 3 times I experienced this first hand. Another memorable event was when the leaders went on CBS to defend the churches from allegations of ‘selling tickets to heaven.’ After all, my entire life we were taught that they were the one and only true followers of Christ and the only people making it to what was called a third heaven.
I submitted as much as a child could to what I learned in the church until puberty. As a preachers daughter, I was always expected to act and carry myself in a certain way. I didn’t feel that lifestyle was how I wanted to spend my one chance at life. School was my salvation from home and church. It was the only time I could be me although I was always a diluted version. I made friends, but of course I could never cultivate those friendships outside of school. There was only so many ‘no’s’ to attending sleepovers, parties and doing activities with the friends I chose for myself that a child could take. I started to secretly reject what had become a huge chunk of my life.
There were so many unspoken rules you knew to follow. No piercings, no tattoos, no loud colored haifingernails, no consumption of alcohol, you couldn’t consume worldly music or media, if you saw someone that left it was an unspoken rule not to engage with them and rampent homophobia; which I discovered was typical with similar religious practices and/or followed the King James Version of the bible.
But wait, there’s more!
You couldn’t show your shoulders, wear heels over a certain height, skirts and dresses had to be a certain length. I wore shorts in secret or only at my home. You could only marry and date within the church. If you found someone not in the church you like, you had to bring them in or the relationship would be frowned upon. You had to get married there, do your marriage counseling with the ministry, your dress had to cover your shoulders, your bridal party was your selection out of the sisters and brothers and your reception was in the dining hall at the church. Women couldn’t sit on the first pew at church or wear pants. At the time Facebook was the only allowed social media but your posts were watched. I found myself ‘in the office’ many times towards the end of my time there because of social media. If you wanted to make big purchases you had to have an audience with the ministry first. It was a tight knit community. It was a self sufficient community. It was a community that other people have told their stories about and we were told they were just people taking revenge on the church. The family had to stick together and draw others into the church to save more people so they had a chance for eternal life. There were accusations that many women were forced to get abortions to remain part of the ‘body of Christ’ they told us these allegations were lies. When you’ve been taught and controlled your whole life to eat whatever they feed you, you are obeditent and don’t ask questions. Plus why would my story change anything? Others before me spoke out. Some were silenced, some stories were buried and with that I just kept quiet. I have so many accounts about this church that I need to let go of. A religious relationship with life may work for some and that should be respected; personally it didn’t resonate with the person I want to be. I don’t want to sensationalize this piece of my life it is what it is; it was what it was. I don’t want to leave a door open for my past to feel welcome to my present. To this day I still have nightmares about my family and I being stuck there or going back voluntarily.
I wasn’t allowed to just leave the church and stop coming. How would that look if a preacher couldn’t control his own daugther? The mixture of teenage angst, middle child syndrome, and bipolar depression came together to create the perfect storm -but- in this storm Star was born. The only control I had over my life was through writing. As a teen I rarely left my room. It was me, my guitar, books, music and the magic of movies that kept me as sane as someone in my situation could be. Star became her own entity. She was my salvation in separating my reailty to a dream world so Theresa could survive. Every now and then she had to take over. If I couldn’t leave, I had to find a way out by more drastic measures. It started with pretending to be sick every now and then or purposely waiting to do my homework during church services so I could sit in a back room instead of pretending to take notes and be engaged in the services. This wasn’t enough for me long term so I had to up the ante. I fell into a cycle of self harm. I remember one damn near successful suicide attempt. When I was in the hospital only the ministry was allowed to see me. They told me when I got out the hospital, they would call me into the office to talk about why I did what I did. I never felt such dread and I wished I was dead in that moment. I saw the way it broke my mothers heart to see me in that position. I never attempted suicide again no matter how much I felt I wanted to escape my life. I spent about 2 weeks in a behavioral facility and to be honest, I never felt more free at the time. Unfortunately, back to church I still had to go. I came up with a plan that would change my trajectory permanently. I had to get myself kicked out of the church.
In the world of alternative modeling I found a community that became my new universe and my ticket to freedom. It’s because of this community I can even tell my story. I began posting risqué photos and I went all in with nude modeling. When this was discovered, I got called into the office one last time. I remember being asked if that the type of content I made me feel good about myself and that question made to feel so small. It felt like my own David and Goliath story when I spoke up and said, “yes, it does.” I believe this was the first time I ever didn’t let my fear decide my fate. I wanted to do what I wanted, how I wanted and when I want to do it. I didn’t want to care what anyone thought of me. I didn’t want to follow a lifestyle that sucked the life out of me. It’s this mindset that took years to come to its peak to practice what I preach. Little me always wanted to sing and put on a show. She wanted to make music. She wanted to create movies. She wanted to make people laugh and smile. She wanted to voice characters on her favorite tv shows. She wanted to explore and experience everything life had to offer even if she was always taught the world has nothing and it would just eat you up and spit you out. But I would choose to be digested by the world over and over again before I waste my time bound to the expectations of others. If I knew then what I know now, I would tell myself go be that theater kid, go audition for movies follow your true passions instead of making choices out of necessity to have a typical life. I often wonder who I would’ve been if I lived a different life. A normal life.
Now here I am ready to, for once, truly try doing what my inner child always dreamed of. I have so many songs that need to find a home and I’m doing that by following the only formula I know- bearing my soul and putting myself out there. I’m currently working on updating old lyrics and creating new songs so I can contact people to collaborate with. I’ve never been one for reality, so of course I have to do this my way. It’s time to stop telling myself that it’s too late and coming up with excuses to avoid the inevitably of failure. I was stuck in the societal mindset that you had to achieve everything in your 20s. There’s already failure in not trying. Of course I have no clue where or how to start with my limited experience and resources. I was gonna be that crazy person to walk in any and every record company and have them read my songs. Of course the industry doesn’t work that way, and why would it for me? I’m nothing special. Every artist feels their work will touch someone out there. Maybe nothing will come from this, maybe I’ll get to work with local artists or maybe my works will just find success in being posted here for few to read.
Since writing my initial story, I have yet again evolved. If I was going to go down this road I had to do things the right way and build a strong foundation from scratch. While learning how to navigate the unknown I found someone who elevated my mindset. The world connected me with vocal coach, Jeanetta, who turned my world upside down in the best way. I went from discovering I’ve been singing wrong my whole life to being able to write essays on how much I learned about proper singing techniques and from only wanting to write for others to constructing my own projects and concepts. She’s been my mentor in helping me unlock parts of me that I didn’t know were there and parts of me I’ve forgotten existed. I’ve been down a rabbit hole of crafting my sound and uncovering my voice. I could go off on a tangent about the excitement this journey has brought to me. I’ve made a few demos and dived in head first networking with whoever wants to share their knowledge with me. I had to realize nothing about my path is “normal” and I need to stop dimming myself to blend in common spaces. I’m never going to know normalcy. I can only find people who share a similar vision and will accept me as I am. I’m just going to keep going until I find them or they find me. Either way- I’m going to find out if it’s possible to fly with clipped wings.
2024.05.17 23:17 Friendly_Ram [psx] come all ye tarnished
Going to be dropping just about anything for the next hour. If you want more than 3 items please format properly. For armor please include weight. For weapons the class would be great. Soft cap of 8 items. Weapons will be maxed unless otherwise specified by the customer.
MY IGN IS BERN/RAM DEPENDING ON VIEW. If someone other than me summons you feel free to merc em.
Make sure you have a maxed(dragon smithing stone) weapon if you want any maxed weapons ( if you haven't crafted a maxed weapon you can't see ones other people drop).
Quick help for trading
Turn on cross region play(this is not cross platform. You need to be on a sony system.)
Set the password to: pterry
Use a red(duelist) furled finger(no limitations) and drop your sign at santas house(church of elleh)
Please leave the item/set you want, character name, and drop your sign.
A rune drop from me is one stack o numens-lords(~370 lords).
Thanks to u/profperry , u/gawblin_king , u/orderemotional , u/anceintdansteal , u/probjustpostingbc, u/agentpitzero, u/thericeking
I can now give out all weapons maxed
Thanks to u/tehsilentline i now can give out all ashes of war.
Thanks to u/faulcis i can give out all crafting mats.
Thanks to u/atorakuta i can give all* weps base.
Thanks to u/lolperseus i can give out all armor.
Thanks to u/odgeham and u/mysticyarak for helping me get my stuff back together after data got corrupted.
And one last thing. If you need the entire volcano manor set[bull goat set, raging wolf set,scaled set, crepus vial, serpentbone blade, takers camo and magma whip candlestick. Please just post volcano manor and i'll get to you.
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MY IGN IS BERN/RAM DEPENDING ON VIEW. If someone other than me summons you feel free to merc em.
Make sure you have a maxed(dragon smithing stone) weapon if you want any maxed weapons ( if you haven't crafted a maxed weapon you can't see ones other people drop).
Quick help for trading
Turn on cross region play(this is not cross platform. You need to be on a sony system.)
Set the password to: pterry
Use a red(duelist) furled finger(no limitations) and drop your sign at santas house(church of elleh)
Please leave the item/set you want, character name, and drop your sign.
A rune drop from me is one stack o numens-lords(~370 lords).
Thanks to u/profperry , u/gawblin_king , u/orderemotional , u/anceintdansteal , u/probjustpostingbc, u/agentpitzero, u/thericeking
I can now give out all weapons maxed
Thanks to u/tehsilentline i now can give out all ashes of war.
Thanks to u/faulcis i can give out all crafting mats.
Thanks to u/atorakuta i can give all* weps base.
Thanks to u/lolperseus i can give out all armor.
Thanks to u/odgeham and u/mysticyarak for helping me get my stuff back together after data got corrupted.
And one last thing. If you need the entire volcano manor set[bull goat set, raging wolf set,scaled set, crepus vial, serpentbone blade, takers camo and magma whip candlestick. Please just post volcano manor and i'll get to you.
2024.05.17 22:55 TurbulentDoctor1646 The Fisherman - similar recommendations?
Thanks to many of your suggestions I just finished The Fisherman and really enjoyed it. It wasn't perfect but spooked me more than anything else I've read recently.
What I liked about this book was the idea that underneath the reality we perceive is some sort of deep, dark, massive dreadfulness. I've heard there is something similar at the end of Stephen King's Revival, but King isn't for me. Also, Annihalation was a cool concept but didn't scare me.
In The Fisherman I also enjoyed the body horrobody transformation aspects and the thalassophobia.
If you also enjoyed the Fisherman for similar reasons, any recommendations appreciated!
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What I liked about this book was the idea that underneath the reality we perceive is some sort of deep, dark, massive dreadfulness. I've heard there is something similar at the end of Stephen King's Revival, but King isn't for me. Also, Annihalation was a cool concept but didn't scare me.
In The Fisherman I also enjoyed the body horrobody transformation aspects and the thalassophobia.
If you also enjoyed the Fisherman for similar reasons, any recommendations appreciated!