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How much agency do former Alma Torran chieftains retain as djinns?

Now that the final arc has started taking us into deeper discussions about the rukh system, Alma Torran, and “freeing the new world from Alma Torran,” I think now would be a good time to revisit fundamental questions about the dungeon system and the djinns who are now in charge of the Sacred Palace. I’ve simply updated this post with anime screencaps, mangacaps, new questions & details, and some corrections. Enjoy!


I’ve always found it sad & disturbing that djinns seem to have no agency after choosing a king. We know very little about what any if the djinns think or feel about anything regarding how they’ve been used since Ugo created the dungeon system. I imagine Vinea felt awful when she was used to wound Ugo & was about to be used to kill Aladdin.



TINFOIL HAT CONSPIRACY: Letting her lovesick teenage king vessel test drive her kick-ass new toy on Ugo was NOT part of Vinea’s original game plan.



I doubt Barbatos was happy about Muu using him to attack Aladdin. In both cases, a human had to intervene to save Aladdin’s life. I find it hard to believe ANY of the djinns would willingly kill Aladdin out of loyalty to their king candidate. Neither Vinea nor Barbatos had the opportunity to speak up in problematic combat situations.



PICTURED ABOVE: a friendly sparring match between a prince and his retainer… Whatever, I’m sure Barbatos was totally on board.



On the other hand, Amon got to complain about not wanting Alibaba to get another djinn while Alibaba was in a non-combat situation. The circumstances in which they’re able to communicate with their vessels seems to be rather inconsistent. Are they really only able to speak up in a non-combat situation? Do they really have no say about who they’re used to kill, but only complain about working with other djinns?





Aladdin‘s fetus was the only thing Ugo was able to use to keep them from giving up while he created a new world. The chieftains agreed to become djinns out of loyalty to Solomon’s son. A system in which former Alma Torran chieftains who swore absolute loyalty to King Solomon can be used to kill Solomon’s son is fatally flawed.

It hasn’t been made clear just how aware they are of what’s going on in the world. We don’t know the  how often they’re conscious in their dungeons, if at all. They don’t know who raised their dungeons or why. Zepar didn’t seem to know or care about the civil strife his dungeon was causing in Heliohapt. Does his opinion really even matter when a child magi can shut him down at will? Why concern yourself with current events at all in that case?





After 1,000 years in his dungeon, Zagan thought the whole idea of picking a king candidate was bullshit based on his knowledge of how humans treat each other

…until we find out the Zagan above a doppleganger.  Amon thinks the creature’s statements are consistent enough with the real Zagan’s views to warrant using Alibaba’s magoi to emerge from his vessel on his own.





Both Zagan and his dungeon creature doppelganger stated that they “really humans,” the only species in Ugo’s creation. I’ll grant you that Zagan had no control over what his creatures were doing (and that’s a problem in and of itself.) They were still Zagan’s creations.  Do the creatures have an idea of what’s going on outside the dungeon or is their knowledge based on information from kidnapped villagers? And why kidnap villagers at all? Did Zagan instruct them to gather intelligence?

I don’t think it’s a total coincidence that so many Tran villagers (i.e. direct descendants of Zagan’s former oppressors) were trapped in the dungeon. sure the dungeon was near a Tran village but that looks like a lot of people down there. The dungeon creatures really seemed to be going out of their way to kidnap the “humany-ist” humans in the world. Just how much did Zagan have to do with the way villagers were targeted? If he had no role, than that leave’s Ugo’s original dungeon design as the culprit. That doesn’t seem likely given how much he favored humans/the Tran tribe when he created the new world, and the general tradition of people having to enter dungeons at will.



The real Zagan still hate-vomited on everyone except Aladdin. That suggest that he truly does hate generally hate humans. When you take this all together, Zagan’s attitude suggests that some djinns have come to regret the decision they made to become djinns over last 1,000+ years.



Zagan & Amon’s brief argument in Zagan’s dungeon also suggests that djinns are aware of what other djinns are up to in their dungeons. I wonder if any of the djinns in the story we’ve met are serving a second or third king vessel.  After their king dies and returns to their dungeons, do they get together and bitch about king vessels who were total fuck-ups? I wonder how many are as burnt out as Yunan?

How seriously should we take the SnB omake where Valefor is annoyed sharing a living space with “straight laced” Baal, who seemed to think of Valeor as his pet cat?





Why do they have the perception of sharing a home when one is bound to a sword and the other a necklace? Is it hinting at something important or just pure comic relief like the omake where teen!Sinbad shows off his ability to surf & sing karaoke in a talent competition? Just what are they doing in their vessels when thier KV is not equipped? For example:

  • Do they watch thier kings poop?
  • What horrors have Sinbad’s djinns seen when he wears them during a a quickie?
  • Does Leraje laugh along with Kouha when he tells bitchy jokes?
  • What if Dantalion fucking hates pigeons?

Jokes aside, the question of what djinns do in thier MVs leads me to wonder how a KV can cultivate such a strong sense of loyalty that they would be willing to directly rebel against Ugo, and by extension, King Solomon. It’s not that hard to imagine a djinn breaking their oath of absolute fealty after 1,000 years if they were interacting with the world in their original forms. 





On the other hand, Sinbad may have devoted unusual amount of time and effort towards communing with his djinns as he mastered each equip. Maybe he had to during the year he spent with Yambala (when he lost the ability to djinn equip after absorbing a massive amount of black rukh when Sindria 1.0 was destroyed). Maybe they all thought he was so impressive that they were willing to rebel against the system a bit from the beginning, or they may have simply thought absolute obedience to their king vessel trumped anything & everything else. Who knows?



I’m a bit skeptical about that last option upon examining the scene where Kouen’s djinns begged him to be more gentle with Aladdin. Perhaps Sinbad’s djinns would have reacted more apathetically. Agin, who the hell knows?

tl;dr: Djinns are people too and we know jack shit about how they feel about anything.

my continued love for Todd Chrisley

“How in the hell can you get somebody pregnant with something that small?”

“Does it say 35 in parenthesis (but you can go 46 and still be covered)?”

“You do understand i’m not doing this for my health and entertainment, don’t you?”

“She’s laying here bleeding!”

“Why are you in my business?”-

-“Because you’re seven!”

“I see you’re slacking off, I’m gonna put a foot dead in your ass cause I was not sent here to wipe a 23 year old’s ass.”

That shows you how dysfunctional the Georgia DMV is.

Every dark road he’s traveled on, I’ve traveled behind him with a flashlight.

Feed Your Eagle

I wanna share a little visualization that I started as a child, and picked back up again recently because I needed it. I want to emphasize that this is not a sprit animal or any such thing. That’s not what they are and not what this is. This is a thought form, a visualization, self-made guardian.

When I was very little, my mother made an offhanded comment about people not needing to feed my ego, because it was big enough. I was very small, and hadn’t yet heard the word ego, so my child brain went ahead and subbed in the most reasonable word that I did know, and I went with eagle. So the exchange went something like this:

Someone: *Gave me an over-the-top compliment on something simple*
Mom: Don’t overdo it, you don’t need to feed her ego, its big enough.
Me: No! Do it! My eagle is hungry!

And then I raced around screeching like an eagle. My mom cackled. Child logic is so pure and direct, untroubled by all the facts they don’t yet know, and remember, my mom is a witch. I was really sure that if she said someone was feeding my eagle, she meant that I had a spiritual eagle that was fed by compliments. My mother or course, sat me down and taught me about ego. But when she saw my face fall she said it was perfectly fine to imagine a defender of that ego. And for a long time I did. And I grew up and stopped, but now? Now I’ve needed to summon him back, and he’s helping.

Originally posted by theworldisworthagif

Sit comfortable, gather your energy in whatever manner is most comfortable for you, and call it. Envision it, or if you can’t envision it in your mind, write about it, or draw it, or find pictures of an eagle that could be your eagle. See it. Then bring it to life. Fill it with your will, perhaps your words. Maybe you want to chant, or maybe not. Its ok. Whatever makes you comfortable, whatever you can do, because this is your eagle, and it will be a part of you. Feel free to crib mine, though:

My ego has talons and a sharp beak. It is above pettiness and jealously, because it is magnificent in its own right, and so am I. It is powerful, and so am I. An eagle can see a fish from dazzling heights, through the distortion of water, and swoop down to snatch it out for a feast. So, too, will my eagle help me find the good about myself through the murky distortion of my own mind, and help me snatch it out for my own benefit. They are fierce guardians, and he will protect me.

When you’re feeling down, when you need help, when your heart is breaking and your fragile pride cannot take another blow, find your eagle and feed it.

Throughout history, the crow has been associated with both positive and negative symbolic meanings. The most common are:

Life magic; mystery of creation

Destiny, personal transformation, alchemy

Intelligence

Higher perspective

Being fearless, audacious

Flexibility, adaptability

Trickster, manipulative, mischevious

Other traditional meanings associate the crow with bad omen, death, and dark witchcraft. The crow also carries the power of prophetic insight and symbolizes the void or core of creation.

So I drew my sprit animal, Joshua Dun. First time drawing realistic art!

I’m obviously not a professional, so constructive criticism is greatly appreciated <3

(Please do not steal or repost without signature and credit. Thanks!)

Puzzle with a Piece Missing

Prompt: Can you do an imagine where you’re dead cause of like a supernatural fight w the pack and you were Stiles’ gf and everyone else was really close to you

“You are not going to Mexico!” Sheriff Stilinski stated. “Dad, Scott and Kira need to be saved,” Stiles shouted. “Who’s going to save you?” Sheriff pointed out. You stood in the office listening to them bicker. “I’m not fighting. There’s no time for this, I’m going,” Stiles declared. “I will lock you up in a jail cell,” Sheriff threatened. “I always find a way out,” Stiles replied. “I will call the Mexico Police Department and if they can’t do anything, then I will come to Mexico with you,” Sheriff stated. Stiles nodded. Stiles pulled you outside, while his dad spoke on the phone. “He’s not coming with us,” you stated. “I know, we need to leave now. We need to start driving if we are going to save them,” Stiles said. You agreed. You both sneaked out and left in the Jeep.

 **

Derek was in the loft with a table full of guns. Derek’s werewolf side has been slowly fading away ever since Kate, he felt helpless. He was not as strong anymore and didn’t have claws or fangs. All he had was guns and his human strength. “I’m a human too and I’m not helpless,” Braeden points out. “I don’t expect to come out of this fight alive,” Derek states. “I’m not okay with that,” Braeden says. “If I can save Scott and Kira, I’m wiling to die. They aren’t my Pack, but I bit Scott and his Pack is mine,” Derek replies.

“You know, you don’t even have enough firepower to take down one Berserker. You need to break the animal sprit from the human inside,” Peter says, walking down the staircase. “Only Argent has experience like that and he isn’t getting back to me,” Derek replies. “Well you are going to need help, like Malia, Liam, and definitely me,” Peter states.

 **

You were back at Scott’s house trying to find something of Scott’s for Malia to sniff so she can track Scott. You sighed in frustration because of all his clothes smelled like laundry. You went to look in the hamper and took out a pair of boxers. Malia makes a face at you and looks over to Scott’s pillow to sniff instead. She gets a scent and you head downstairs.

Liam is waiting downstairs. “Go home,” Stiles remarked. “No, I want to help,” Liam growled. “It’s a full moon and you can’t control yourself. We would chain you up, but considering how you tore through them the last time, we would need to freeze you in carbonate,” Stiles shouted. “That’s great, where do we get it?” Liam said. You chuckled at the teenager’s remark. Stiles slapped his head. “Have you ever heard of sarcasm?” Stiles said. “I’m coming to save Scott, you’ll just have to find a way to keep me from turning.

 **

Braden somehow found a way to get a prisoner transport van to help secure Liam. “Why are you brining Liam, he cant control himself,” Derek said. “Why are you bringing Peter? He’s a backstabbing, manipulative man,” Stiles replied back. Derek sighed in defeat. “Guys, instead of bickering we should get going. The full moon is starting to move in,” you stated.

 A few minutes later after getting someone to check in on Lydia at the school, you were on the move. Liam sat with you and Stiles in the van. You were a werewolf and knew how to control yourself during a full moon. You thought maybe you could help Liam. Liam begins to shift and you held him back. He had already broken the handcuffs that you had put on him and he was beginning to break the chains. “Liam, what three things cannot long be hidden?” you shouted. He pushes you, but you quickly push him back. “What three things cannot long be hidden,” you repeated. “The Sun, the Moon, the Truth,” Liam says. He starts to repeat it and begins to calm down.

 We arrived there shortly and we were attacked the minute we got there. The Berserker injured Derek and now you were mad. Someone was hurt and it was time you stopped this.  You ran into the ruined, run down building with Malia and Peter. There were noises and footsteps following you, but you saw nothing there, until you reached Kira who was trying to heal. “Kira, oh my god. Are you okay?” you asked, helping her get up. “Scott is a Berserker,” Kira could barley say. You were shocked at first, but of course Kate Argent would do something like this. You growled, when you heard something walking towards you. It was Scott and he was mad. He was being controlled and soon enough you howled for the rest of the Pack to hear you. They all came running to the open area where you had led Scott.

 You were all facing Scott, only it wasn’t him. He was stronger than ever and throwing everyone as if we were little ants. Malia, Peter, and Liam kept landing punches on Scott. You were hurt and forgot to tell them to not kill him. “Guys, it’s Scott,” you shouted. They all turned to face you, when Scott threw all of them across the room. Liam runs to him and Scott lifts him up. “Scott, it’s me. Scott, stop!” Liam choked out. Scott slowly put him down and realized what he was doing. You were relieved. He starts to struggle, tearing off the pieces of the Berserker. He reached up and rips the skull form his head in two pieces. When his howl echoed through the age.

 Scott looked at Peter. “You did this! You taught Kate how to do this,” Scott said. You were shocked. Why would Peter do this to us? “The power of an Alpha should be rightfully inherited by me not by some idiot teenage boy,” Peter shouted. “You can’t even kill your enemies, you don’t deserve the power of being an Alpha,” Peter’s voice was heard once again. Peter’s eyes glowed blue and he attacked Scott when Malia tried to push him away. Peter was too strong and pushed her away. This is when all hell broke loose.

Listen to these songs while reading this part, babes! Xo

Gothic Storm- Whisper of Hope (Extended) 

or

The Piano Guys- A Thousand Years 

 Everything was happening in slow motion. One minute you were watching Peter and Scott fight and in a split second, Peter had thrown Scott across the room. Peter was ready to rip his throat out, but before you knew what you were doing you jumped in front letting Peter’s claws dig deep into your throat. You choked on your on blood, falling to the ground. “NO,” Scott shouted.  “You will pay for that,” Scott said. He ran towards Peter, while Stiles ran to you. The Pack surrounded you. “I’m so sorry,” you whispered. Everyone had tears in their eyes. Stiles sobbing already. “You can’t leave me, you keep me sane. You are my first love, I love you,” Stiles cried. “It’s okay, I’m dying in the arms of my first love. I love you Stiles Stilinski,” you whispered, smiling. “It’s o-okay,” you said one last time before your hand fell to the ground. You fell into darkness that you would never get out of.

 **

Derek was a werewolf again and was outside fighting when he heard the cries of the Pack. He ran inside seeing Stiles in the corner sobbing and shaking. Scott next to you with your head on his lap, crying. Kira and Malia tears falling from their faces, but they didn’t make a sound. Liam stared at you, trying not to cry but it didn’t work. Derek stood there and cleared his throat. “We need to get out of here,” his voice cracked, tears welling up. He went over to you and lifted you up in his arms. He walked first, the Pack following. They couldn’t believe you were dead.

 You didn’t have a family, you came to Beacon Hills looking for a Pack and Scott gave you one. You never had a family. Your parents had died when you were a baby and all your relatives didn’t want you, you had no one. You were turned into a werewolf on the night of a full moon, but never found a Pack that wanted you. Coming to Beacon Hills changed your life. You found a family, a Pack, and most of all love. You lived with Scott and that’s how you met your first love, Stiles Stilinski. The rest of the Pack welcomed you and loved you. They taught you how to be a human being. You weren’t raised with love you didn’t have anything. You lived out in the woods for 15 years, until you found the Pack. You vowed to yourself the moment you had found them that you would risk your life for any of them. You owed them that much because they gave you something that no one has ever given you in the 17 years that you have lived.

A/N There will be a Part 2 to this story about you funeral! That’s going to be so sad. I really liked writing this one! I cried at least once and I don’t know why. Yesterday’s post was sucky, so here’s another one for you, babes! Message me what you thought and if you would a part 2. Xoxo