find the spy

anonymous asked:

How is the Justice League anything like the Avengers? They are not founded the same way (BM and WW finding the others vs a spy organisation) and they don't have the same types of members (the Avengers have spies, the JL has someone young and inexperienced etc.). They don't even have the same color scheme. The only thing they have in common is that they are both team movies.

That’ about it. Like the vast, vast, vast majority of such complaints and DCEU complaints in general, it falls apart the second you apply any critical thought.

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a hook-nosed man was shouting at a cowering woman, while a small dark-haired boy cried in a corner…


Happy 263rd, kiddo! Thank you for all your brilliance, dedication, hard work, and trouble instigating. It was nice to finally meet you in person.

[Col. Benjamin Tallmadge, born Feb 25, 1754; died March 7, 1835]

you ever think about what would have happened if kara had the spy beacon in her pocket when she left krypton, something that brings her comfort and its from home and reminds her of her aunt and she always has it on her person so she didnt have to scramble and run and get it when there’s no time, bringing only the clothes on her back, her necklace, and her spy beacon.

and it’s been a few years since she got to earth, she’s around 16 or 17, and maybe its the day krypton died, or her name day, or maybe she saw something that reminded her of them, and kara is hurting and sad and just missing home so much and she gets out the spy beacon presses the button, signal lighting up, and she knows it’s just a pipe dream and it’s stupid, her aunt is dead, just like everyone else she loves, but she still does it, because maybe she was off world, maybe waits with baited breath to see if anything happens. Nothing does. She sighs, emotionally exhausted, and she remembers why she hasn’t pressed it until now–hoping hurts so much, but this was the last little bit of hope she had, and she didnt want to give it up.

She holds back a sob, and puts it away in a drawer, out of sight and out of mind
 (it doesn’t work), and goes to sleep, hoping it will be better tomorrow.

On the other side of the world, Astra In-Ze wakes up, going about her usual routine. Except, it’s not usual at all. Twenty eight years after the destruction of Krypton, and her spy beacon blinks back at her. Her niece is alive. And nothing will stop Astra from finding her.

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Chapter 4: Belligerent Sexual Tension [ AO3 ] | [ ]

“God, can you imagine the dinner conversation?” Draco pressed, leaning towards her and convulsing with laughter. “Miss Granger, tell me,” he mimicked, “what are your thoughts on the developmental progression of flobberworms with regard to larval phases during periods of drought - ”

“I’ll take that over dinner with you any day,” Hermione grumbled.

“Oh please, I’m an unparalleled delight - ”

You are an unparalleled bag of dicks - ”

“Listen,” Harry interrupted, glaring at them. “Obviously you two realize you need to find a way to get along,” he told them, as they both made similar faces of opposition. “You’ll have to stay under the radar, you know. Only Kingsley knows I’ve got you on this, so you’re going to have to work something out,” he warned. “You’ll have to find a way to blend.”

“Ah yes, blend,” Draco said, flashing Hermione a look. “Something I’ve mentioned before, haven’t I?”

She gave him a radiantly fearsome scowl.

“You’re provoking me,” she informed him. “Do you want to fight?”

“Please don’t,” Harry begged.

What's Wrong?--Kylo Ren x Reader

Kylo paraded around the halls on the Starkiller base, looking for a certain red-headed general. His cape flowed behind him and his boots echoed off of the walls. Everyone who passed made sure to make room for the commander since they knew his temper wasn’t one to mess with.

“Hux,” he boomed as he had finally found the general. Snapping his head over, Hux had a look of disgust washing over his face.

“What do you want now, Ren?” Hux asked, stopping in the hallway. He waited patiently for the Knight of Ren to verbalize his statement.

“I need a favor,” Kylo replied, causing Hux’s eyes to widen in disbelief and curiosity. He never thought he would see the day where Kylo Ren would ask him of any favors.

“And what is it? I don’t have all day,” he replied, venom in his tone. Kylo stretched his neck, cracking it in a few spots.

“Somethings going on with your sister and she hasn’t told me anything,” Kylo sighed, flexing his fingers. Hux seemed shocked as it appeared that Ren was worried for once.

“Why don’t you just probe her brain like you do everyone else?” Hux asked, acting bored. Deep down, however he was dying to know what caused Kylo to notice a change in his sister.

“I respect her boundaries. Now, if you will, find out what is up while I go on my mission and I’ll,” he gulped, “I’ll owe you one.”

“What? THE Kylo Ren is actually going to REPAY a favor? Are my ears deceiving me?” Hux said dramatically, knowing it would get on his brother-in-law’s nerves. “But sure I’ll see what’s up with (y/n), only because she is my sister.”

Kylo grumbled, knowing that Hux just loved pushing his buttons. Who could blame him though, pushing people’s buttons is fun!

“I’ll see you when I return,” Kylo said, turning on his heal and walking down to the aircraft hangar. Hux smirked as he deviced a plan to spy on you.

Hux had sneaked his way into your sector, observing you inconspicuously. He watched as you reached into the tool box and pulled out a tool, using it to fix the inner workings of panel. Suddenly, you sprang up and ran for the bathroom. Hux dug out a notepad and noted this occurance.

When you emerged from the bathroom, you got back to work fixing the control panel as if nothing happened.

For the next week, Hux had observed you and had conversations with you. Something was definitely off and he would have to discuss it with Captain Phasma.

“Phasma,” Hux said, gaining the attention of the silver storm trooper. She marched over to the general who pulled her into an empty conference room before locking the door.

“Yes?” She asked, waiting for the ginger spill the beans.

“Something is going on with my sister and I need help figuring it out,” he said, digging out his notes. Phasma took her helmet off, revealing her blonde hair and amused face.

“You took notes?” She asked, looking over the words scribbled down on the small white pages.

’-She has a bad case of nausea
-She’s told me about her headaches at lunch
-Now avoids onions even though it’s her
-extremely moody’

Phasma laughed at the confused general. He glared at her before swiping the notepad away.

“Has she also been dizzy and exhausted?” Phasma asked, a smile plastered onto her face. Hux nodded, eying the captain who once again chuckled.

“Well, what’s wrong with her?” Hux demanded and Phasma just waved her hand, swatting the hovering ginger away.

“I wouldn’t doubt if she was pregnant,” she said, putting her helmet on once more.

“You can’t possibly be suggesting that her and Ren-”

“That’s exactly what I’m suggesting. They are married, Hux. That’s what married people do,” she said, laughing heavily. General Hux could not possibly fathom the idea of his baby sister being pregnant with the spawn of Kylo Ren. Phasma then left the room, leaving Hux disgusted and surprised.

Hux sat in his office filling out paperwork when a small knock disrupted his concentration. Annoyed he put down his pen and stood from the desk before making his way over to the door. Opening it, he saw you standing there, hands behind your back looking straight at your brother.

“Oh, it’s you,” he said before allowing you to walk inside and to sit down on the cushioned chair on the visitor’s side of Hux’s desk.

“Don’t sound so thrilled, Armitage,” you said, giggling slightly. How you were related to Hux was anyone’s guess.

“So what brings you here?” He asked, turning back to his paperwork. You stretched your feet and laced your hands together, twiddling your thumbs. You looked out of the window and saw the snowy tundra outside.

“I was actually wondering if the infirmary had something. I didn’t want to walk all the way down there and them not have what I’m looking for,” you said quietly. “And since Kylo isn’t here, you’re my second most trustworthy choice.” Hux continued writing, not looking up at your smiling face.

“And what item are you wondering about,” Hux asked, finishing the last form and placing it into the finished pile. He placed his fountain pen on the desk neatly and looked over at you, looking at the snow outside.

“A pregnancy test,” you said, too embarassmed to look your brother. His eye twitched at the thought of Phasma actually being right–he hated when anyone but himself was right.

“I don’t think they’re in the infirmary. However I do know that they are positively in the clinic,” he replied, now looking out of the window with you.

“Can you come with me?” You asked, now gaining the courage to face him. He pursed his lips, thinking about it.

“If you really need me to, I will,” he sighed, making this more of a big deal than it should be. You smiled and stood leaving the office.

“Well, are you coming or not?”

Hux leaned on the wall outside of the bathroom in the clinic, boredly staring ahead. He sighed, noticing that you were taking a really long time. He was about to knock on the door when you came out of the bathroom, a large smile coming across your face.

“So you’re happy because you’re not carrying, right?” Hux asked, hoping that he was correct. The First Order had never had a child on board, much less a baby. Not only that, but he didn’t know how Kylo Ren would react to it, but he was ready to take care of you once more if the knight rejected the child.

“Oh, quite the opposite, brother. You’re going to be an uncle!” You said excitedly, your smile becoming longer. Happiness surged through your bones at the thought of becoming a mother. You had hoped that Kylo would be just as excited since the both of you had been through so much together and this was just another event happening in your lives.

“Well, if you’re happy, I guess that’s all the matters,” Hux sighed, having a secret soft spot for you. He wanted the very best for you, even though you went against his will and married that blasted Ren. “You should tell…your husband.”

“I’ll send him a message right now,” you said before turning on heal an heading to your room. “Thank you, Armitage, for everything.”

Once arriving to your room, you grabbed the datapad, contemplating if you should call Kylo now or wait for him to call later. Anxiousness began to bubble through your being as you pulled up his contact, pressing the message icon. You began typing a message to him, deciding that he should call when he’s not busy on his mission.

‘I have some news, call me when you can! xoxo’

Kylo immediately read it, calling you immediately. You let it ring once before answering. A hologram of his face appeared just inches above the pad.

“Is everything alright, (y/n)?” He asked you, worried. You smiled happily, excited to spread the news.

“Everything is just fine. Where are you at now?” You asked him, somewhat avoiding the conversation. He smiled.

“I’m actually on my way home,” he said, waiting for your response. You smiled.

“Awesome! So the news is that we’re expecting a baby,” you announced, gauging his reaction. His smile fell slightly and he tilted his head to the side, squinting his eyes.


“I’m pregnant, Kylo,” you stated once more, hoping that he would have a different reaction. He smiled in disbelief.

“Wow, well this is exciting,” he coughed. “I’ll see you when I get home. Love you,” he quickly said.

“Love you too,” you replied before he hung up. “Well it could have gone worse.”

Unbeknownst to you, Kylo was not as excited as he was terrified. He had always wanted a child, but knew that it would be in danger with every passing threat–the Resistance, other rebellious cities, himself. He had certainly feared that he would not be a good father with his temper issues and his coldness to others. Terror ran through his mind and he knew he had to control it so as not to get so worked up and angry at himself.

‘Fear is weakness. I will not be weakened,’ he thought repeatedly. Sighing, the knight sat back in his seat, watching the stars flash by quickly. His mind was racing with all sorts of negative and positive thoughts.

‘Maybe this war will be over once the baby is here. Then we would be able to live in silence under the control of the First order. But d the Resistance wins this war, then I’ll do everything to ensure that they’re safe, even if it means giving myself away. I’m positive that Supreme Leader already knows about this situation. I shall inform him when I arrive back to the base,’ Kylo’s thoughts echoed, looking about this situation from every angle.

“Sir,” someone to his left said. Turning, he noticed that it was a storm trooper standing nice and tall, not trying to make himself appear weak. Kylo smirked and sensed the fear that ran through the trooper’s veins.

“What is it?” He spat dangerously, annoyed at being stolen away from his thoughts. He stared at the soldier even though he couldn’t see the face of the commander.

“I was told to come get you. It’s meal time,” the trooper said, shaking in his boots. Kylo rolled his eyes and turned back to face outside of the ship.

“I’ll eat when I’m ready,” Kylo said, wanting to be left alone once more. Nodding, the trooper walked off.

‘This is probably why she’s been acting strange. I’m just glad it wasn’t a serious disease.’

You were laying down on your bed when the sound of the door opening caught your ear.

“(y/n)?” You heard the deep voice of your husband say. Standing, you walked out into the common room to see him still dressed in his normal gear.

“Hey,” you said cautiously, unsure of his true feelings of the news. He gave you a gentle smile and gave you a big hug.

“I promise to never let anything happen to either of you,” he stated, excited to know that he was going to be a father. “I spoke with Snoke.”

“What’d he say?” You asked quickly, knowing that Snoke is a picky being who didn’t like detours in his plans.

“Surprisingly, he’s alright with it as long as it doesn’t distract me from the bigger picture. He said that I could even use it to better my skills,” he replied a goofy smile appearing on his face. You smiled and embraced him, knowing that this occurance wasn’t going to be as big as an issue as you initially thought.

anonymous asked:

imagine if someone sees lena sneaking around and thinks she's doing something bad/illegal and confronts her and really she's spying on kara to see what she likes so she can fills kara's office with whatever it is

hghjghgfhfhf the ultimate lena trope “constantly mistaken for shady, but in reality she’s just gay”


Q!Craig and 00!Whishaw

“You must be joking.”

“Why, because I’m not wearing a lab coat ?”

“Because you have wrinkles !”

(Bond threatened to set up parental controls on all of his gadgets after the tart called him “Daddy” over the comms)

anonymous asked:

13 and 15 with Suga

Boy Next Door (Yoongi x Reader Fluff)

Prompt request: “Are you hurt?” + “Is there a reason you’re crawling through my window?”

Summary: Your new neighbour is developing a habit of crawling through your bedroom window when he’s bored. You know you should stop him, but you can’t bring yourself to do it. 

Word count: 1.6k words

Originally posted by dreamyoongi

You were excited when you’re parents told you a new family was moving next door. You were even more excited when you heard a boy who was your age would be your neighbour. In the middle of summer with nothing to do, you couldn’t help but fantasize about the perfect boy next door. It was every teenager’s dream, wasn’t it?

One early Friday morning, you were roused by loud noises coming from outside. Drowsily, you stumbled to your feet and peered out your bedroom window. It was pointless, of course, because the houses on your street were too close together, so all you could see was the vacant house’s bedroom window.

Only, the house wasn’t so vacant anymore.

A boy was standing in front of the window, brushing his teeth while looking half asleep. From what you could see, he had dark hair, pale skin, and some really nice hands. Then, his sharp eyes flicked to yours, and you soon discovered that your neighbour’s gaze was piercing.

Squeaking, you dropped to the ground–out of sight. You felt your cheeks heating up, totally embarrassed that you had been caught spying. Repressing the urge to scream, you crawled out of your bedroom and into the hall, where the noises from outside grew louder.

Now, you knew it was because your new neighbours were finally moving in. And you also knew that the boy next door was as cute as you had hoped. But of course he had to see you rumpled with sleep and invading his privacy.

Shaking your head, you got back to your feet and thudded down the stairs. In the kitchen, your mom was sipping a cup of coffee as she peered out the window, evidently spying on your new neighbours as well.

“Why didn’t you tell me they were moving in today?” you whined, throwing yourself onto a kitchen chair and slumping over the small table in front of you.

“I didn’t want to wake you up so early,” your mom replied, turning around to look at you. “Why, did something happen?”

“The boy is in the bedroom across mine,” you explained hesitantly. “He may or may not have seen me spying.”

“I heard his name’s Yoongi. He’s pretty cute, no?” your mom cackled. “Let’s just hope he finds the spying endearing, not creepy.”

Later in the afternoon, the August heat became unbearable. In your small room, there was little ventilation, so you were sweating buckets. Pushing away from your desk, you walked across the room to the window. You hoped your neighbour wouldn’t be able to see you. With a grunt, you pulled the large window open, feeling a gentle breeze billow through the opening. It wasn’t much, but it made the heat a little less painful.

Returning to your desk, you became so engrossed in watching anime that you didn’t process the sound of the window across yours clicking open. You didn’t hear the sound of someone struggling to stand on their window frame. You didn’t hear the sound of them leaping through the air.

But you did hear the loud crash of something colliding with your bedroom floor.

“Oh my god!” you squealed, spinning around in your chair. In front of you, Yoongi was sprawled on your hardwood floors, facedown and unmoving. “Uh, are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” Yoongi grunted, his voice muffled since he had yet to lift his head. Eventually, he pushed himself upright, opting to sit cross-legged facing you. When he didn’t elaborate on the situation, you crossed your arms.

“Is there a reason you’re crawling through my window?” you asked, raising an eyebrow.

“I wouldn’t call it crawling, it was more of a leap,” Yoongi replied, not answering your question. “For a second, I thought I wouldn’t make it. Luckily the drop isn’t that big.”

“You shouldn’t be jumping through windows. That’s dangerous,” you scolded. “But still, that doesn’t explain anything.”

“I’m just bored,” Yoongi said, shrugging his shoulders. “I’ve been unpacking for hours, and I need a break. Our WiFi isn’t set up yet either, so that really sucks.”

You nodded at that, feeling a little sympathy for Yoongi’s situation. “You could have just knocked on the door like a normal person,” you pointed out.

“Yeah, but this was faster. Plus, I’m already here,” Yoongi responded. He jerked his head in the direction of your laptop. “What are you watching?”

“One Punch Man,” you answered slowly, a little embarrassed. But Yoongi’s lips twitched into a little smile, and you thought it was adorable.

“Sweet,” he said, turning to look at the laptop expectantly. “I’m Yoongi, by the way. You’re Y/N, right?”

“Yep, that’s me,” you replied. You picked up your laptop and sat on the floor beside Yoongi, setting the laptop in front of your crossed legs. “I just finished this episode.”

So you and Yoongi spent the rest of the afternoon watching One Punch Man on your laptop. It was a really odd situation, but it was surprisingly comfortable. Little conversations popped up here and there, and you took a surprising liking to your new neighbour. And luckily, he didn’t bring up the spying incident from earlier that day.

Eventually, when dinnertime came, Yoongi announced his departure and disappeared through the window he entered by. You peered after him curiously, but he had already faded into the darkness of his bedroom, completely out of sight. Smiling, you turned away from the window. You figured you should close it, but something compelled you to keep it open.

The next evening, while you were blasting music through your speakers, Yoongi came tumbling through your window again. You shrieked, dropping the nail polish you were holding onto your floor. Cursing, you reached blindly for some tissues to wipe up the spilled liquid.

Yoongi watched you clean expressionlessly, although you couldn’t help but feel his blank gaze was judgemental.

“This stuff is expensive, okay? Plus it stains,” you said defensively, tossing the crumpled tissues covered in black nail polish into the garbage. “Give me some warning next time.”

“What, am I supposed to yell through the window?” Yoongi snorted. “I feel like that wouldn’t make much of a difference.”

“I dunno, just text me or something,” you suggested. Yoongi raised his eyebrow at you, and you stared at him blankly before you realized you hadn’t exchanged numbers yet. “Oh, give me your phone. I’ll put in my number.”

“I left it inside,” Yoongi shrugged.

“Ugh, whatever,” you groaned. You plopped onto your bed and looked at Yoongi suspiciously. “So, why are you here?”

“Bored,” Yoongi replied simply. “Plus, you’re blasting some pretty shit music. I had to come turn it off.”

“Excuse me?” you balk. You pointed a finger at Yoongi. “You trespass into my room and then insult my music? Who do you think you are?”

“I’m just telling you the truth,” Yoongi smirked. You wanted to punch him in the face, but you also wanted to kiss him because damn that was hot. Wait, kiss?

Yoongi got to his feet and walked over to your laptop, sitting on your desk chair. “Let me show you some real music,” Yoongi said, typing something into your computer. Eventually, a new song started playing.

It was just a drum beat at first, but soon powerful rapping began to play. It was fast, and the rapper had a raspy, emotive voice. And their voice sounded strangely familiar.

“Wait, is this your mixtape?” you asked, your jaw dropping.

“And if it is?” Yoongi said, spinning in the chair to give you a look.

“What a shameless plug!” you exclaimed, clutching your stomach as you laughed. Yoongi gave you an offended look, and you brushed tears out of your eyes. “But this is really good. I didn’t know you rapped. That’s so cool.”

“Thanks,” Yoongi said, glancing away. You weren’t sure, but it looked like he was blushing. “But you have no taste in music, so it doesn’t mean much.”

“Hey!” you shouted, launching a pillow at Yoongi’s head. It bounced off rather harmlessly, but the look Yoongi gave you was murderous. He stood and approached you silently, and you backed up instinctively.

Then, Yoongi’s hands shot out, grabbing your waist and squeezing. You burst into laughter, trying to wiggle away, but Yoongi only tickled you harder. Tears streamed down your face as you laughed silently, your stomach clenching.

“I’m gonna pee,” you wheezed out, trying to push Yoongi’s hands away.

He made a face at that and backed off quickly. “That’s gross,” Yoongi said, his nose crinkling.

“It’s natural,” you sniffed. “You’re lucky I didn’t. That’s what you get if you tickle me.”

“Duly noted,” Yoongi laughed. He glanced out your window at the darkening sky. “I should get back now. I’ll see you soon?”

“Yeah,” you smiled, feeling more fond than you thought was appropriate. “See you soon.”

With that, Yoongi jumped onto your window frame, crouching precariously between your room and a two-storey fall. Then, with confidence, he pushed himself forward, leaping through the air and through his window. Yoongi crashed to the ground of his own bedroom, his muttered curses travelling through the quiet night.

You felt a bit lonely, even though he had just left. But at least you had tomorrow to look forward to. Grinning, you turned back to your computer and flopped onto the chair. You realized Yoongi had still left his mixtape up. Turning the volume on your speakers way down, you played his music, realizing that you may be developing a little crush.

Oh well.

- Girl in Luv

Ok so I was going to write I Got You On My Mind tonight, but I don’t have the time nor the energy for 2k+ part right now. I know I suck, but I want to be able to put out good content and sometimes I just can’t force a story. Plus, this one looked like a lot of fun, which it was. So I’m sorry for everyone who’s waiting, and I promise it’ll be out soon! I hope you enjoyed this imagine, stay tuned for more 💛

Where are you going, Viktor?

I meant to follow up my post about the happy bits of chapter 2 of OBSABH with… a post about the angsty bits. And I do want to, and I intend to, but then I couldn’t do it.  Not yet anyway.  It’s all just too sad.  So I ended up redirecting my thoughts to a different matter, one which I’m sure is not far from anyone’s mind… where is Viktor going when he leaves his hotel room in chapter 9 and gets jumped by Yuuri

So on a more lighthearted note… in no particular order here’s my list of 20 places Viktor Nikiforov might have be going to on that fateful night (and it is fateful.  If he’d left two minutes earlier or later, things would have been so different):

(I have put a cut here again because it ended up being long)

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Thoughts about the Dad!Spy thing

Since it’s now canon that Spy is Scout’s father, what does that mean for the rest of Scout’s family? Scout’s official description states that he has seven older brothers. But the way Spy talks about the events in the past it’s pretty clear that Scout is his only child.
So those seven siblings are actually Scout’s half-brothers. Then my questions are:

1. Do Scout and his brothers know that they have different fathers? Since Scout is the youngest the others must have known something, right?

2. Who was Scout’s mum’s first boyfriend/husband and what happened to him?
This scene in chapter 4 always confused me, even more now with chapter 6 out: Scout asks if Heavy’s father is dead. Heavy says yes and Scout replies:

To me, the way he ominously words this doesn’t really sound like he’s talking about Spy, but his mum’s first partner. First he says his father disappeared. But then he says his father is dead. So what is it? Is that unknown guy, who he thought was his father, really dead or just figuratively “dead to him” because he left? What did his mother (and brothers) tell Scout about all that? 
(Seriously, this is really confusing to me. Am I missing something? If you have any explanations or guesses, let me know!)

3. How and where did Spy and Scout’s mum initially meet? (US/France/somewhere completely different and why was the respective other one there at that time?)

4. Did Spy run away as soon as he found out he made her pregnant or did he actually spend a bit of time with his family before he vanished?
Is this here a flashback/memory after all?

5. When and how did Spy find out that the pitiful child-man on his team was actually the son he abandoned? How did he react to it?

6. Was it more than coincidence that these two ended up working together in the same mercenary team? The omniscient Administrator certainly must have known about their blood-relationship. I wouldn’t put it past her to create this kind of conflict on purpose, considering how much she enjoys making other people miserable.

7. Did Scout’s mum recognise (and forgive!) Spy when he showed up again after all those years? How often do they see each other nowadays?

I know we will most likely not get a satisfying conclusion to that whole family plot in the main comic. However, Jay Pinkerton once mentioned that there might be another comic arc if the fans show enough interest.
So we better show an appropriate amount of interest in more comics when the main series is over, ladies and gentlemen! 

At Least Iron Bull is Honest from the Start
  • Iron Bull: Better you hear I'm a Qunari spy right up front from me.
  • Inquisitor: YOU HEAR THAT SOLAS? IRON BULL HERE IS BEING STRAIGHT WITH ME FROM THE START. Anything to add to this conversation?
  • Solas: Unfortunately no. I have no secrets worth sharing.
  • Inquisitor: *disappointed stare* Alright... Blackwall?
  • Blackwall: Nope, nothing here.
  • Inquisitor: Varric?
  • Varric: Can't say that I do.
  • Inquisitor: I'm surrounded by liars. -_-
Spirits and the danger of spirit work, FAQ

Whenever the topic of spirit work comes up, the two messages I receive more than any other are, “how dangerous is this?” and, “I want to do spirit work, but I’m scared to.”

I can offer nothing but my own experiences. I am going to make this FAQ style to address a lot of the questions I have received over time.

My first and best advice is, if you are afraid of spirits, don’t do spirit work.

Certain spirits can sense fear, and some spirits want you to be afraid so they can feed off of you. When we are afraid, it is difficult to think straight. Some spirits will take advantage of this in order to confuse us and make us susceptible to attack or manipulation.

When you approach spirit work from a place of fear, you present yourself as prey.

If you feel called to do spirit work, yet you are afraid of it, try a lot of introspective journaling and meditation. Ask yourself these questions:

  • What are spirits?
  • Where do spirits live?
  • Why am I afraid of spirits?
  • What do I think will happen if I communicate with spirits?
  • Why do I want to contact spirits?
  • Where did my fear come from?
  • Do I believe all spirits are more powerful than I am? Why or why not?
  • Am I called or destined to work with spirits?

At some point, you were a soul waiting to be reborn in to human form. When you looked upon the world you saw evil and danger, yet you chose to take the risk. Why? Because the rewards of living this life far outweigh the negatives. Because you were called to be human again. Because you knew it was your destiny.

Spirit work is much the same. We can view the world of spirits and recognize there is danger there, and we can also accept this danger and step in to their world anyway. Just because there is danger does not mean it will destroy you if you encounter it, no more than a fender bender will destroy your life in the human world. Just because there is evil does not mean you are guaranteed to encounter it.

Q: Why should I try spirit work?

A: I find people are often eager to try spirit work, perhaps for a number of reasons. I think maybe the main reason is that they want proof or validation that magic and spirits are real. Maybe the second reason is that they want to get something out of it. Well, I have excellent news: both of these things are yours for the taking.

If you want to work with spirits, you have to face both sides of the coin. You must recognize that danger exists in the spirit world, just as it exists in our human world. You must recognize that if you go to the wrong places and interact with the wrong people, you could get hurt. You must take responsibility for your own actions and carefully think about what you do before you do it. But in exchange, you can get a lot. You can get help with magic, or even spirits who will perform magic for you. You can even be taught important magical techniques that you will not find online. You can receive visions of what it is like to live in other worlds, fly as a bird in the sky, or live as a sea urchin deep in the ocean. You can experience what the life of a flame is like, or how it feels to be a cloud. You can find spirits who will spy on others for you and return to you with information. You can contact spirits of wealth and beauty to work out contracts with them. You can evolve yourself mentally, emotionally, and spiritually. You can do much.

I am not here to convince anyone that they should try spirit work. In fact I am of the mind that many people should not. But I am not about to encourage abstinence-only education.

Q: What is my chance of getting hurt?

A: If you lack common sense and are obsessed with the “getting stuff” side of the coin, I’d say your chances are pretty high. If you crave validation and spirit contact and will do anything to get it, your chances are high. If you have zero experience with magic and could not banish a fly, your chances are high.

If you are very mindful of dangers, if you are willing to send spirits away, if you have experience banishing and cleansing, your chances are reduced. If you put safety as your top priority, above validation, above getting stuff, above proving how badass you are, your chances of being hurt go way down.

Q: How should I prepare for spirit work?

A: You must be confident and comfortable with your ability to handle whatever you are about to experience. It could be the spirit of a moth, and you still must be confident that A) you can handle interacting with it, and B) you can send it away when it is time.

Interacting with it means, if it takes on a scary form, will you be afraid? Or will you recognize that the form a creature takes cannot harm you? A moth is still a moth no matter if it looks like a moth or a scary demon. If it takes a beautiful and kind form, are you going to believe everything it says?

Sending it away, 98% of the time, means simply asking. “I am ready for you to leave now. Please go as you came, freely. Thank you for your time.” 2% of the time, it means banishing. I have interacted with a LOT of spirits and I can count on one hand the number of times I have had to perform a real banishing.

In pragmatic terms, you will simply want to feel confident about what you are about to do. Be calm and patient. Have with you a notebook or laptop to record everything that happens (it is totally fine to use technology during rituals; I regularly bring my laptop in to my circle). If you feel it is necessary, wear a protective amulet. Have with you various offerings and your tools of banishment. Go to a safe space where you feel confident. If you feel nervous about working in your home, go outside. If you prefer the safety of your home, go inside.

Clearly write your calls and exactly what you say and do. Keep meticulous records.

Q: What are offerings? Why do I use them? What do I do after I am done with them?

A: Offerings = gifts. They are a sign of appreciation. When you invite someone important to your house, you probably want to make them feel comfortable. “What can I get you? Do you want a snack or maybe a glass of water?” When we invite spirits in to our space, we do the same thing. Instead of leaving the question open ended, simply offer them what you have. “Thank you for coming. May I offer you some incense or this glass of water?”

Offerings that spirits tend to like are the same kinds of things that humans tend to like. Tobacco, any alcohol, any food (unprocessed is best), beverages like tea or coffee with real sugar, fresh water, or incense will work great.

If you know what kind of spirit you are going to contact (which, you definitely should) then gather offerings specific to what they like. A dog spirit would like meat or bones; a cat spirit may enjoy catnip. Bird spirits may enjoy seed or fish. If you don’t know what to offer, simply follow the generic list above.

When I give offerings, I wait until the time is right. For certain friends I will give offerings immediately. For others I will wait until the end of the interaction. I can see when spirits are enjoying offerings, so I wait until I see that they are done. If you cannot see when spirits are enjoying offerings, wait five to ten minutes before disposal. Before disposal, say, “thank you for appreciating my gift to you. It is time for you to go, thank you for coming.” Then simply throw the offerings away.

Pour beverages on to the ground if you can, otherwise pour them down the drain. Bury foods if you can, otherwise toss them in the trash. Throw away ashes from incense.

Q: What are tools of banishment? How do I use them?

A: These tools are anything you can use to banish spirits. I use salt (for protection) and flying devil oil (as a weapon). I may post some stuff on banishment later, but right now actual banishment rituals are outside the scope of this FAQ.

Other banishment tools could include any type of banishment powder or oil, a wand, protective or aggressive stones, and a variety of plants such as mullein, rosemary, bay leaf, or basil which can be burned or scattered.

If possible, you would want to burn a purifying and protective plant before and during your spirit work. This will keep malicious spirits at bay and make your working space more comfortable to benevolent spirits. If this is not possible, make a hot tea out of these plants and sprinkle the tea around your space, then let the tea sit and fill the room with steam.

Make a protective grid out of stones and sit in the middle of the grid. Bless a candle and let it’s radiating light keep away malicious spirits. Sprinkle a circle of salt around you (it really does work).

If a spirit is refusing to leave, ask the plant or stone spirits to help you send away this intruder. Mentally force the spirit away while you are in your protected space. Say stuff like, “by the power of rosemary I send you away.” If you are mean like me, corner the spirit and attack it until it is willing to leave of it’s own accord.

Q: What is proper spirit work etiquette?

A: Be polite. Avoid being aggressive. Ask yourself what the spirit is getting out of its interaction with you. Make your time with spirits a two-way street; ensure they get something out of it as well. Often, this will be offerings. When it is time for a spirit to leave, there is no need to shout at it or threaten it. “Thank you for coming. Please leave my home.” If a spirit does not leave, offer it a fair warning. “I am prepared to defend my home and send you away by force.” Most spirits do not respond when I threaten them. They respond when I pick up a weapon. At this point they will often try to flee. I recommend letting them go instead of being sadistic and torturing them. If a spirit seems prepared to fight, well, it’s time to fight.

Offer your gifts once to each spirit, either as they arrive or before you ask them to leave. Give them five to ten minutes to enjoy the offerings. It makes more sense to me to wait until the spirit leaves to share the offerings, otherwise they may feed then leave before you have a chance to talk! Always be humble and thankful.

Remember to never ask the spirit for it’s name, and never share your name. Rather, say, “what may I call you?” and say, “you may call me [magical name]. It is alright if a spirit does not want to give you anything to call it by.

Never force a spirit to stay in your life if it is angry, causes you fear, or wishes to move on. Once I received a series of messages from a young spirit worker who found a spirit’s home and brought it to her house. The spirit was clearly enraged and sent her visions to return him to his resting place, yet she refused – because this was the first spirit she encountered, and she wanted that “real” experience. Do not be like this person. Leave spirits alone if they want to be left alone.

Q: How do I know a spirit is gone if I do banish it?

A: The spirit will no longer appear in your mind’s eye. You will not feel as if there is a presence in your home. You should feel alone and unwatched.

Q: How do I craft protections for spirit work?

A: Simply research any magical protections. Any solid spell will do.

Q: How do I fight a spirit if I need to?

A: I’m not going to post this one publicly. If you already have a spirit that won’t leave without a fight, send me a private message.

Q: What are some red flags?

A: Again, this is all from my experience. Here are all the common spirit “scams” that I am familiar with.

The spirit will begin asking for things over and above what you are prepared to give. Any polite spirit will stick with what you have to offer and appreciate the gesture. Be very, very wary if a spirit starts requesting other things in exchange for its time. Wait until you have more experience before you agree to share things beyond simple offerings.

If a spirit tries to trick you in to sharing personal information, especially your real name, send it away immediately. Spirits can use this information to manipulate you. I would not even tell a spirit the name of my dog before getting to know it very, very well.

The spirit presents itself as being ancient or powerful. Such beings have better things to do then mess with ouija boards or entertain young spirit-workers.

The spirit presents itself as having been with you your entire life, possibly over the course of many lifetimes. It is your special, powerful soul mate and all you have to do to receive your true powers is accept this spirit in to your mind and body. Don’t believe it for one second – send this spirit very, very far away.

The spirit beings to tell you that you are the chosen one, that you are very special and powerful, and that it is ready to serve you. You are being manipulated.

The spirit, for any reason, tries to be granted access to your mind and body. It may offer you great gifts if you agree to it, or assure you that the only way you will find what you seek is to let yourself be open to a powerful creature such as him. This spirit is ready to possess you! All it needs is permission to enter your mind and it will take over. As someone who has battled personal possession before, I do not recommend letting it get to this stage. Send the spirit far, far away.

Q: I got involved in spirit work and things went really, really wrong. What do I do?

A: Send me a message.

A Quiet Meeting Part I

In which Mezato and Takenaka are magnets for trouble even when they’re not trying to be bc noir always makes me think of gosho aoyama’s universe.

[supposed to take part after the imminent threat on takenaka’s life is dealt with, but the organization that sent it is still active; actual events intentionally vague]

also i hate @bakanohealthy

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anonymous asked:

Cryo, did you find out about Scout and Spy? See any similarities between them?

“spy never told me such a thing ! then again, we never talk about our personal lives.”

(hes a tad out of the loop for being a part of the team later than the rest. and frankly, no one wants to tell him)

showvigilance  asked:

Jon and Sansa continue their discussion in her chambers. Sansa forgets to close the door, and creepy pimp finds himself spying on them. He is angry as fuck because the history repeats itself - Sansa is all about how Jon is brave, gentle and strong, and how she can't stand the idea of losing him. And then there's the angsty chamber kiss.

(Hey, I hope this is okay! I don’t usually like writing from LF’s perspective ‘cause he’s such a dick, but this was actually kind of interesting to write! Enjoy!)

Of course Baelish didn’t mean to eavesdrop, but the door was cracked open and he heard Sansa’s voice.

“Please listen to me, Jon, I’m trying to help you,” she says.

“I’ve already told you, our focus is on the White Walkers. Cersei Lannister can wait.” The bastard is as much of a fool as his father. Once Sansa realizes who she’s meant to be, she’ll leave him to die of his own mistakes. Baelish is sure of this.

“Cersei always has her way. I don’t want her to hurt you- I don’t want her to hurt us.”

He hates the way she says ‘us’. She has no need to tie herself to the bastard, but she does anyway.

“I’m going to protect you, Sansa, don’t you believe me?”

No, she shouldn’t.

“I do, but-”


Sansa sighs, then takes a deep breath.


He grits his teeth, and in his head all he can hear is Ned. It’s happening all over again, his precious, beloved Catelyn is falling into the arms of Eddard Stark and-

With a terrifying jolt in his chest, he realizes that the room has gone silent. He carefully peers inside, only to see Sansa in the bastard’s embrace, kissing him softly as the fire crackles in the hearth.

His blood freezes, as if winter itself has crawled into his flesh.

(And perhaps it has).