You are The Devil
Materiality. Material Force. Material temptation; sometimes obsession
The Devil is often a great card for business success; hard work and ambition.
Perhaps the most misunderstood of all the major arcana, the Devil is not really "Satan" at all, but Pan the half-goat nature god and/or Dionysius. These are gods of pleasure and abandon, of wild behavior and unbridled desires. This is a card about ambitions; it is also synonymous with temptation and addiction. On the flip side, however, the card can be a warning to someone who is too restrained, someone who never allows themselves to get passionate or messy or wild - or ambitious. This, too, is a form of enslavement. As a person, the Devil can stand for a man of money or erotic power, aggressive, controlling, or just persuasive. This is not to say a bad man, but certainly a powerful man who is hard to resist. The important thing is to remember that any chain is freely worn. In most cases, you are enslaved only because you allow it.
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The mun will probably take some time - rather useless woman, really - but please, feel free, all of you.
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1. give me your number?
2. let me hug you anytime I wanted to?
3. let me kiss you?
4. watch a movie with me...even a really sappy one?
5. let me take you out to dinner?
6. drive me somewhere/anywhere?
7. take a shower with me?
8. have a fling with me?
9. listen to me if I called you crying even if you were out with all of your friends?
10. buy me a drink if I didnt have money?
11. take me home for the night?
12. let me sleep in your bed?
13. sing karaoke with me?
14. sit in the doctors office with me because I didn't want to go alone?
15. re-post this for me to answer your questions?
16. come pick me up at 3am because my car ran out of petrol in the middle of nowhere?
17. cry if I died?
18. dance with me?
19. sing happy birthday to me?
20. take advantage of me if I was drunk?
21. strip for me?
22. Do you think I'm cute or hot?
23. Do you like my style?
24. Do you think I'm funny?
Answers are screened and will stay that way.
He can only watch, now, as the freighter descends, burning into nothing, leaving no trace of the brilliant child still inside.
Sometimes he can't stop it. Sometimes he lets it happen. Sometimes, he orchestrates it.
It is never right, and it is never fair.
It soon dawns on him that the doomed ship was destined to transform the Earth. There was no need to send him to stop it.
He does not allow himself to mourn. Remorse has no place in his mission, his quest for a better universe. Morality cannot be allowed to stand in his way.
"How could you?" An enraged whisper from quivering lips, and he turns away from her, turns toward the remaining threat.
The Doctor should feel only relentless determination, and just enough anger.
There is not supposed to be this much.
His hands tremble as he grips the stolen weapon, firing again and again until there is nothing left but black smoke and charred steel.
It does not matter that he was his student, his companion, his responsibility. He is now simply another sacrifice for the greater cause.
He drops the gun as they embrace, strangers bound by grief. He has no such luxury, and he focuses on repairing the console. He will take them home.
It should not hurt like this. He is above hurting like this.
One will return, and one will not. He does not look them in the eyes as they leave him.
For the first time in centuries, he feels guilt, and he doesn't know how to make it stop.
If you have something you want to say, or questions to ask about me, or my pups, or the way I do things with my pups, then please do so now. It can be about how I play them, how I write them, how I see them, or whatever you want to discuss.
Good, bad, indifferent, or whatever it happens to be, I'd like the chance to answer and to give my own personal viewpoints on things.
Right, so, this Doctor is still fairly new. Any questions would be marvelous, I might find some new answers, and I'd love to hear what anyone thinks, good or bad or in between.
He remembers shedding the dome for the first time as a child, and gazing up at the unhindered radiance of a billion stars. He promised himself then that he would one day be among them, as free as their light to travel as he wished.
He ignored his studies in favour of different books, encyclopaedias of different cultures and languages and knowledge. Perspectives no one else wanted to consider, that he was continually amazed by.
As his grades slipped his dreams held fast, climbing ever higher until he could not bear to stay in one place, in a world of stagnancy and apathy.
chance.
It was several hundred years before he achieved his goal, stealing what would become his new home from neglect and decay, leading his shunned kin into the Vortex.
That first flight was the best moment of his first life, and remained so. He didn't know where he was going but it didn't matter at all. He was going to experience the universe.
desire.
The shine wore off eventually. Everything was still fascinating, exciting, but adventure was stained with blood, memories damned with the lives he could not save. He was disappointed in people, in life, but he couldn't bring himself to give up on them, not entirely.
Not, at least, to abandon them.
He wanted to make the universe better. To heal it, the Doctor of the Cosmos.
inspiration.
He knew that people couldn't be trust to run their own worlds. The earth decayed, the people starved, the sovereigns closed their eyes.
Someone needed to take control, to end the chaos, the pointless bloodshed, the needless poverty and devastation.
Why not a Time Lord? He had always struggled against their policy of non-interference, why not makes futile gestures and challenging ideas a reality?
quest.
His path was unsure at first. He didn't know yet how to overthrow governments from the inside, how to rally the people, how to choose the right rulers.
He learned. He grew more adept, more competent, more skilled as the centuries passed. More devious, more ruthless, because that was what was needed.
He learned that, sometimes, violence was unavoidable. That it could be used to his advantage, to that of everyone who was left. The ends could justify the means.
He learned that he could not always watch from a distance.
He learned to shape children into pawns and bishops, knights and kings.
triumph.
He is far from finished, but he has come a very long way. His name is known, now, across galaxies. He has forged countless alliances, defeated yet more adversaries.
He has taken lives to save millions. He has changed planets from wartorn wastelands to soaring societies, all under his control, distant but constant.
He does not regret. He does not hesitate. He is the Doctor.
"The first time I killed someone?"
They were sitting on a bench made of diamond – the gem was hardly a rarity on this planet – waiting for a notoriously tardy ambassador. Peri had spent some time examining the grass, the flowers, the trees, all unfamiliar and exciting. He'd promised they would return and take samples.
Eventually her enthusiasm had waned, and she'd strolled over to sit beside him, chatting amiably until that, too, faded.
Now her arms were held tightly around her, and she refused to meet his gaze as she muttered an affirmative. He knew the girl found it hard to cope with what he had to do; he kept his voice carefully gentle.
"With these hands?"
Her head turns slowly as she gazed down at the slender fingers curled in his lap, bare for once.
"Yes," was the soft answer.
He paused, allowing her to believe it was a hesitation born of remorse. He'd stopped feeling that a long time ago, but it might make the answer easier for her.
When she met his eyes, he made sure they reflected the sadness in her own.
"A planet called Deva Loka was being colonised. By the time I arrived, two of the Kinda – the native inhabitants – was being held in a cage. Only one member, a scientist, respected their culture, but even she condoned this act." Peri was frowning, hands twisting in her lap. He didn't shield the disgust in his voice, knowing she would understand it.
"The leader, Sanders, refused to listen to my advice; a quite stubborn, ignorant man all told. When he left to search for the missing members of his team, he left his deputy in charge." He could see a faint light of curiosity in her eyes, but knew she wouldn't voice it. He wouldn't go through all the details, focusing only on the most relevant. There was no need to tell her of the Box, the Mara, the Great Wheel.
"This man, Hindle, was quite unbalanced. We were immediately placed under arrest. He came to believe that everything outside the Dome was a threat, from the trees to the soil, and was intent on destroying it." A faint gasp as her eyes widened.
"I...couldn't allow that to happen." She was nodding, now, though he knew the question burning her tongue, pricking at her eyes.
"I tried talking with him, negotiating, humouring, but...he was too far gone, Peri. There was nothing else I could do." His gaze dropped.
"It was quick," he said softly.
He hid the smile as Peri reached out a hand to cover his own.
penknifeWhat's the worst thing someone could do? To kill another being for no reason - take a life and give nothing in return.
What's the worst thing someone could do to you? Destroy what I have created.
What's the worst thing that could happen to you? To truly die before I succeed in my goals - and I do know I will. I only hope others will carry on.
What's the worst thing someone could say about a person? That would very much depend on the person. We all have different weaknesses, different...triggers. It is simply a matter of knowing what they are.
What's the best thing someone could say about a person? Again, it depends - this time on what they want to feel reassured about, what they feel is significant.
