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sarilolla · 2 years ago

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Various Hello Puppets headcanons #2

Hello everyone, I have some more headcanons I would like to share. Again, this is a mess of headcanons, and some might show up in my main fic. Mainly fun/wholesome stuff, but some darker stuff as well

Daisy knows “Scandinavian”, and what I mean by that is that she knows a mix between Norwegian, Swedish, and Danish, cuz back in the show days they didn’t have the best translator on the team, so it just became a mess

Riley probably knows german, she just has the vibes, you know

Mortimer knows Latin, as well as Hebrew, Aramaic, and Koine Greek (those were the languages the spell book was written in)

Nick knows a lot of languages and picks up new ones pretty easily. He mainly uses it so he can enjoy plays and music in its original language

I think Nick would like the play “Peer Gynt” by Norwegian dramatist Henrik Ibsen, cuz it’s a very interesting and dramatic story, and everything is actually said in rhyme. I feel like Daisy helped him translate it from Norwegian. If you have no clue what I am talking about, you have probably heard the song “in the hall of the mountain king” which is from this play

Riley is a coffee “addict”, but the only times she can get it is when she steals from people she kidnaps to become hosts. She is very happy puppets can’t die of caffeine overdose, or else she would be on thin ice- Edit: I have been reminded of Riley cola by @lookineedsleep so yeah, Riley being caffeine addicted is pretty much canon

Mortimer is really good at card games, and knows all the card tricks there are to know

Riley hides away whenever she feels strong emotions, either positive or negative. Either she smiles or cries, she will turn her back to everyone in the room, trying to hide her true emotions. She tends to shake tho when her emotions are negative, so you can usually tell. The reason she hides away is because “she is a woman of science, and shouldn’t let her emotions get to her”, it’s a way for her to rationalize why she does it to herself (her emotions are also used against her in canon so-)

All the puppets would probably appreciate a weighted blanket, I think they need that. Personally, I wish I had one, I think it would solve a lot of my problems, and therefore I am projecting it onto them

Riley would be so pissed when she finds out Pluto is no longer classified as a planet (and who can blame her? Viva la Pluto)

Scout enjoys stop motion movies, she thinks it’s a very neat way of making movies, and knowing how much effort and care and how many hours go into it, she appreciates it more than many other movies

If the Handeemen had known that Scout was made by Owen, she would have been treated completely differently, regardless of if they knew why she was created

I think the funniest family dynamic you can have with these puppets is that the Handeemen are the siblings close in age, while Scout is the “surprise baby” years later. Like that one video: “Do you want a beer?” “Dude, he’s four.” “I don’t know, what am I supposed to do with him????”

All the Handeemen steal from hotels if they visit them. Nick would probably steal soaps and lotions if they smell good. Daisy would take the drinks in the mini-fridge (you usually have to pay for it so). Mortimer just takes all the tea in the breakfast area. Riley and Scout would steal the weirdest stuff and get away with it, like they take the shower head or the remote control for the tv. Scout has stolen the entire tv at least 3 times as well (kudos to the Culteemen (specifically @dreamland-creations and @yourlocalnicknackkinnie) for this headcanon)

Riley adores astronomy! You can't tell me this lady wouldn't love stars, galaxies, and everything in the night sky. She is practically the only one who leaves the studio anyway (to kidnap hosts, and only during the night), and when she manages to take small breaks, she just watches the stars that are visible. She has wanted to start making a star map for so long, but has never gotten the time, and there are barely any good star-watching spots near the studio (there's a lot of light pollution in the area)

Since Riley is the one leaving (and kidnapping) the most, she is also the one most physically harmed of the Handeemen. She has some scratches, a couple of dents, and of course her mouth injury (but that was caused inside the studio). She also picks on her fingers, so they are pretty damaged, which is why she constantly wears her gloves to minimize the damage and not show it to the others

Riley and Scout when they are not enemies are the best and most chaotic duo. Being with Scout allows Riley to infodump a lot about different things she is researching/experimenting with at the moment, and in turn, Scout can infodump about shows and games. Scout might tease Riley about her liking Lord of the rings, but she loves the series too much as well to actually be hurtful with it (*sobs in my headcanons that Riley would have been a great older sister/mentor for Scout, but I know it will never be canon*)

Scout never sleeps a full 8 hours, but also takes naps throughout the day so she technically gets enough sleep. She sleeps the best around her host (Bee in my au), as they are the safest person she knows

Riley does not get enough sleep, ever. All the Handeemen have had to force her to go to sleep before, Daisy mainly does this task tho

The rest of them have pretty decent sleep schedules tho, except for the occational sleepless night they all experience

I think it's obvious by now who my favorites are… Scout and Riley my beloveds

Headcanon asks are very much open, feel free to ask my stuff^^

#hello puppets #hello puppets headcanons #mortimer handee #riley ruckus #daisy danger #nick nack #hello puppets scout

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luanna801 · 3 years ago

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Apart from Job (which J. Michael Straczynski already used to brilliant effect in Teen Titans Spotlight), are there any other 2:2 verses which sound applicable to Two-Face?

Okay, this feels a little blasphemous to answer, but it's also super interesting, so let's do this! 😅

Clarification before we start: I'm using this online translation of the Hebrew Bible/Tanach (w/ some minor adjustments because I actually speak Hebrew and have Opinions), so there's no New Testament here, and may be some books not included in the Christian Bible. (I'm not exactly sure what their canon does and doesn't include.) But other bloggers should definitely feel free to build on this and look up some cool New Testament quotes!

Genesis 2:2

"On the seventh day God finished the work that He had been doing, and He rested on the seventh day from all the work that He had done."

You know what? I like to hope Harvey will get there someday. Goodness knows the poor man could use a good rest! I like to think this quote represents the sense of peace and tranquility he'll find someday when he's in a mentally/emotionally healthier place. A nice hopeful start to this list!

Judges 2:2

"And you shall make no covenant with the inhabitants of this land; you shall pull down their altars: but you have not obeyed my voice: what is this you have done?!"

This is a quote that feels VERY true to how I can imagine Harvey's mentality as DA. I can definitely see him thinking about his mission as almost a holy war, to "tear down the altars" of crime rather than idolatry. "You shall make no covenant with the inhabitants of this land" of course refers to his frustration with the corrupt law enforcement in Gotham, who constantly collude with criminals instead of actually doing their jobs honestly. And I imagine "What is this you have done?!" is a feeling he'd have very, very often when he looks at the city around him and sees how utterly the system he's part of has failed it.

Jonah 2:2

"Jonah prayed to the Lord his God from the belly of the fish."

A very famous image here, and one with a lot of symbolic potential, I think. You've literally been swallowed alive, surrounded by the raging storm of the sea (described in the lines following this one) - the most hopeless situation possible - and yet you still choose to pray. To cling to that hope that all isn't lost somehow. And, in the story of Jonah, sure enough he finds his prayers heard and against all odds he ends up safely onshore again.

Micah 2:2

"They covet fields, and seize them; Houses, and take them away. They defraud men of their homes, And people of their land."

Again, sadly probably very relevant to someone working in law enforcement in Gotham.

Psalms 22:2

My God, my God, why have You abandoned me? why so far from delivering me and from my anguished roaring?

I'm cheating here, but, I just had to include this one because, owwww. Yeah. I imagine Harvey feels this way quite a lot, both before and after he becomes Two-Face. This is one of the most powerfully raw and painful lines in Psalms, I think, and one that really captures how someone feels when they're at their lowest moments.

Song of Songs 2:2

"Like a lily among thorns, So is my darling among the maidens."

Harvey/Gilda feels, anyone? Also, while the "thorns" here are pretty clearly a metaphor for the other maidens (#notlikeotherthorns), I like to think here it also serves as a metaphor for the dark, painful existence of living in Gotham, and specifically all the horrible things Gilda's lived through. And yet in Harvey's eyes, she's still like a flower, blooming strong and bright and alive among the thorns.

Ecclesiastes 2:2

Of revelry I said, “It’s mad!” Of merriment, “What good is that?”

Harvey @ the Joker.

No, I kid, I kid. I honestly think there's a lot of applicability here, from the mad revelry of Gotham, to the way that Harvey loses any sense of joy in his life as he spirals into depression and obsession with his work.

Nehemiah 2:2

"The king said to me, 'Why does your face look bad, though you are not ill? It must be bad thoughts.' I was very frightened..."

Pretty self-explanatory I think, but I'm fascinated by the connection here between "bad thoughts" (also translated as "an affliction of the heart") and having a "face that looks bad". Lots to think about with how Harvey (rightly or wrongly) comes to see his deformity as the physical manifestation of his "bad thoughts".

Those are just the ones that particularly leapt out at me, but I strongly encourage you to check out the link up there, and see if you find any more! The way that website is laid out makes it quite easy to look up the 2:2 verses, and there may well be some that inspire you in ways that didn't occur to me.

#replies #mirrorfalls #harvey dent #two face #gilda dent #tanach #torah #religion #jews and judaism #quotable quotes #analysis #character analysis

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captainkippen · 5 years ago

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idk if you're still taking prompts but, TJ as a tattoo artist and Cyrus getting his first tattoo. i love your writing so much, my friend and i just spent an hour talking about how much we love 1986 and best laid plans kskskskss

This ask is literally like over a year old, I’m so sorry. Thank you for your kind words about my fic though!

The Sun Sets Of Itself

“I don’t know if this is a good idea,” Cyrus said, peering into the studio.

Behind him, Buffy and Andi shared an unimpressed look. They’d been through this entire song and dance at least three times since they got on the bus to get to the shop, and that had been after the several months of Cyrus going back and forth on whether it was a good idea or not.

“Dude, if you don’t want to do it you don’t have to,” Buffy sighed.

Cyrus worried at his lip for a moment, eyes flicking up to the intricately painted lettering.

‘DARKSIDE TATTOOS.’

The studio had a five-star rating on Google. Its reviews all said the shop was clean, the staff polite and the artwork itself was of excellent quality. Cyrus had spent weeks pouring over their Instagram, checking out the individual artists and stressing out about the exact wording of his booking email. It was perfect.

“But I do want to,” he said.

The girls groaned. Andi looked heavenward with an expression on her face that said Cyrus might die by her hand if he didn’t walk through that door in the next ten minutes.

“Look,” she said. “Like Buffy said, you don’t have to, but you know if you don’t you’ll end up regretting it. This was your idea dude.”

It was true. He had wanted it badly enough that he’d gone to his Rabbi to talk through it. The idea had been sitting in his head since he was thirteen; a rose for his Bubbe, just over his heart, with her favourite phrase written underneath in Hebrew.

“Okay,” he said, bracing himself with a deep breath. “Okay.”

A small bell tinkled overhead when he pushed the door open and within an instant, a blonde head popped up from behind the desk at the front. The girl raised an eyebrow at the three of them and zeroed in on Cyrus.

“Cyrus Goodman?” She asked.

He nodded mutely.

“Awesome! Okay, I just need you to sign these forms for me before you can get started. Do you have your I.D on you?”

He pulled his driver’s license out from his pocket and handed it over, taking the clipboard of papers from her as she checked it over. After seeming to decide that he was not, in fact, lying about his age, she turned and bellowed towards the back of the studio.

“TJ! YOUR TEN THIRTY’S HERE!” She then turned back to him, smiling sweetly. “You can take a seat over there. He’ll just be a minute.”

Cyrus spent the next ten minutes sitting with Buffy and Andi on a small rustic bench, bouncing his leg restlessly and taking in the artwork that filled the walls. It was obvious that each wall was dedicated to a different artist, the styles all unique and eye-catching in their own way. There was a small collection of framed watercolour pieces above Andi’s head that had captured her interest and, across from them, several traditional pin-up pieces were displayed. The longer they sat the more tattoos Cyrus wanted, but the more terrified he got at the same time.

“What if this is a mistake?” He whispered to Buffy. His attempts at subtlety were lost, though. From where she was filing her nails at her desk, the blonde girl looked up and smirked. She was quite scary, actually.

“You’re overthinking it again,” Buffy hissed back.

He sighed. She was right. What he needed was a distraction. Maybe he should’ve brought his knitting with him. He still had a sleeve to go on the sweater he was making for Bex, after all.

Just as he was pondering how well knitting might have distracted him from the thought of permanently etching a piece of art onto his chest, a rather different distraction showed up.

“Cyrus Goodman?” Came a voice.

When he looked up, his jaw dropped. Standing there waiting was the prettiest guy Cyrus had ever seen. He looked like he’d walked straight off the cover of an alt-rock magazine. Tattoos covered his arms and neck and his hair was carefully shaved into a sharp undercut. He even had the gauges in his ears that Jonah was always saying he wished his mom would let him get. Beneath the fluorescent lighting, his green eyes seemed to glitter. Cyrus was aghast.

“Catching flies there, Cy,” Andi murmured, and he snapped his mouth shut.

“I’m TJ,” Tall, Punk and Gorgeous said, offering Cyrus a hand. “You ready to go?”

When Cyrus had finally gotten himself together enough to greet TJ properly, he’d followed him to his section in the back.

“Are your friends coming?” TJ asked.

Buffy had interjected quickly enough with her, “It’s cool, we’ll wait here.” And Cyrus wasn’t sure if he was grateful or not. On the one hand, he didn’t need to embarrass himself in front of all three of them, but on the other… he kind of wanted someone there to tell him to stop being a weenie when the needle started up.

TJ smiled at him all the way through agreeing on the design he’d drawn up, Cyrus taking off his shirt and getting the near purple outline copied onto his chest. Cyrus thought he might vibrate out of his own skin.

“I’m glad you messaged me for this,” TJ said as he prepared the ink.

“Oh?”

“Yeah, I really like doing flowers, especially when customers let me do the whole design. They always turn out exactly how I pictured them.”

Cyrus laughed nervously. “That’s good. I really like what you came up with - the gold detail on the petals was a nice touch.”

TJ grinned as he pulled out the gun.

“You ready?”

No.

“Sure,” Cyrus squeaked.

“Tell me if you want a break.”

The pain wasn’t as bad as he thought it would be. After a moment he even found himself relaxing. For some reason, he’d assumed that it would be a silent encounter, but TJ chattered on as he worked. He asked about Cyrus’ degree, getting excited when he mentioned film and going on a tangent about Fight Club. For a brief moment, Cyrus was worried he was about to reveal himself to be one of those men who called other people ‘snowflakes’ unironically, then found himself surprised and delighted when TJ started talking about the inherent homoeroticism of Tyler Durden’s character. After a while, Cyrus found himself chatting back just as happily. He hadn’t expected the two of them to have so much to talk about.

“So, what does it mean?” Asked TJ, after finishing up a long-winded rant about the coffee he’d spilt all over Amber - his sister and the girl at the front desk apparently - earlier that week on one particularly bad morning.

“Huh?”

“'The sun sets on its own.’ Is that right? I ran the words through a translator, but the internet screws it up sometimes.”

Cyrus smiled, trying to glance down at the tattoo without moving too much. TJ had just started on the words.

“Almost,” he said. “It’s ‘the sun sets of itself’. It’s an old proverb from the Talmud. My Bubbe used to say it to it me a lot when I was worried about something. I think she meant it kind of like 'life goes on’, but I don’t know if that’s actually what it means though.”

TJ nodded, smiling back. “That’s pretty cool. Is that why you’re getting this, then? For your Bubbe?”

“Yeah, she died a few years ago but I figured it would be a nice way to honour her. She was really into art.”

“Sounds like a cool lady.”

“She was.”

When they finished up, Cyrus was surprised to find disappointment settling in. Not with the artwork, which looked just as wonderful as he had hoped, but with the fact he had to leave. TJ’s smile and warm manner seemed to be strangely addictive. He wanted to know everything about him.

“Think you’ll be coming back anytime soon?” TJ asked, leaning against the desk as Cyrus handed a wad of bills over to Amber.

“Definitely.”

“Thank God,” TJ said, looking genuinely relieved. “I was worried this would be my only chance to ask you out.”

Cyrus left the studio bright red, grinning and with TJ’s cell number programmed into his phone. Buffy and Andi could tease all they wanted, but getting a tattoo had definitely been a good idea.

#andi mack #tyrus #my writing #tj kippen #cyrus goodman #buffy driscoll #amber kippen #Anonymous

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pure-pazaak · 4 years ago

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Some random KOTOR 1 headcanons with Myara Jerrod because why not

Myara used two swords before her Jedi training (then switched to two sabers, green and purple). The first time Bastila sees Myara do the exact. same. move of spinning the hilt over her knuckles that Revan used to do she nearly has a conniption thinking the memory wipe didn’t work. Turns out more of Revan leaked over than her and the Council expected.

Myara has poliosis (a white patch of hair... think Stacy London or Richard Madden). Obviously that would be a huge identifying marker for people who knew what Revan looked like! So what do Bastila and the Council do? Dye it to match the rest of her dark brown hair. Cue around Tatooine/Kashyyyk when Myara comes out of the refresher holding her wet hair going “why am I graying from the bottom up?” Bastila nearly passes out trying to come up with an explanation. Says it must be the Force flowing through her. Myara learns much later that isn’t true!

Ajuur the Hutt was much more into showmanship than the game shows. Every fighter in the Taris dueling ring had a costume/flashy clothes they wore in the ring (ie Ice wore all white, Gerlon had eye-catching gloves that showed off his two fingers, etc). The Mysterious Stranger dressed like a space cowboy. Carth teased Myara relentlessly after each match because of the hat and bandana she wore to hide her face.

Myara trained the most on the Hawk with Mission. It was obvious that she was Force sensitive, but it took until after Myara left for the Unknown Regions for Jolee, Juhani, and Bastila to come together and start training her (when Braya and the “Lost Jedi” reopen the Enclave, Mission and other Jedi go there to begin training).

Once Myara began to remember more of her past after the reveal, she began to remember even more languages she had forgotten. Specifically, a language from Deralia (I still say that’s the planet she was born on) that her parents taught her when she was younger. She begins to research it more and write it out, then gives Carth a book on the language to teach their daughter while Myara is in the Unknown Regions (hint hint it’s Hebrew. Myara is the Star Wars equivalent of Jewish).

Speaking of languages, Myara is essentially a universal translator. It’s the cover used for why she was brought onto the Endar Spire: her language abilities, her planetary knowledge of the Outer Rim, and the fact that she’s a damn good pilot.

Oh yeah, she’s a good pilot. Not to the likes of Carth or Atton or other famous pilots, but she’s definitely talented. Thanks, Force!

Myara likes to sing (it also helps that her FC is a singer, Emmy Rossum). She does it absentmindedly and beneath her breath: when she’s cleaning her weapons, getting ready for bed, cooking, walking through the streets of a city and getting lost in her thoughts, working at a computer, etc. Carth points it out some time on Taris and she gets super embarrassed. Mostly because she never realized but she didn’t realize anyone could hear because she was so quiet. Carth tells her it sounds nice; by the end of K1, everyone on the Ebon Hawk knows the little ditties Myara sings, whether they’re real songs or melodies she made up.

Her planet order is Tatooine --> Kashkyyyk --> Korriban --> Manaan (but I pick up the Kashyyyk star map last).

Yes she romances Carth. First time they kiss is during Kashyyyk when Carth is properly freaking out about Dustil on Korriban and she goes to his quarters to calm him down. First time they sleep together is during Korriban, after Dustil is brought back to the light.

BOY HOWDY IS CARTH MAD AFTER THE LEVIATHAN! IT DOESNT MAKE MYARA FEEL ANY BETTER! 0/10!

But don’t worry they make up later. But there’s a LOT of talking late at night between them regarding feelings and boundaries. I have a scene I’d like to write between them that takes place a night or two after the Leviathan where Myara is laying in her bed (I picture the Hawk’s cabins to be set up differently than how the ship looks in-game. By that point Carth and Myara are sharing quarters) feeling miserable because all of the terrible things Revan did... that was her... and Carth comes in, silently slips into bed with her, and just holds her until she falls asleep. He’s still furious and confused and hurt but he can tell Myara hasn’t been sleeping and just... it’s very emotional 10/10.

To end on a happy note... Myara is the crew mom. Mission literally becomes her daughter (in-law... yes I picture her getting with Dustil). Despite her past, she becomes a good person in the end.

#kotor #kotor 1 #myara jerrod #this is long im sorry lmao

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artificialqueens · 4 years ago

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One For the Road (Jan x Nicky) - Joley

a/n: this is my submission for the google translate challenge. i translated it to french, because i couldn’t not, and then to hebrew. i included the original and final result

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Nicky parked her motorcycle in front of the bar, hooking her helmet around it. She leaned against the rail and fished a pack of cigarettes and a lighter out of her pockets, lighting one up and taking a drag. She allowed herself to relax, taking her time smoking before dropping it onto the asphalt and putting out with her boot.

The bar she walked into was higher end than the ones she normally stumbled upon on the road, but not so much so that she felt out of place in a leather jacket and torn-up jeans. And it didn’t take long for her to get a bartender’s attention once she sat down – it never did, not with her captivating features, long blonde hair, and toned frame. “Can you make me a cognac sour?”

In a lot of bars, Nicky would get asked for clarification, which she found silly – it was a whiskey sour with cognac instead. But to her relief, this guy seemed competent enough to get it on the first try. “Thanks,” she offered a smile and took a sip. “Live music?” she asked casually, noticing a stage after a bit of looking around.

“Yeah, stick around a few minutes, her set’s about to start.”

Nicky’s curiosity was piqued, and after getting a refill, she meandered over to one of the tables near the stage, sitting down and looking up expectantly.

Jan stepped onto the stage to a cheering audience. She made some casual introductory talk before launching into her first song.

And just like that, Nicky was hooked. She had never been taken in so easily, but Jan’s beautiful appearance and angelic voice was simply irresistible. Sure, she had no obvious reason to believe this woman would ever reciprocate her attraction, but something in her gut told her that it was worth pursuing.

After the set, Nicky spotted Jan at the bar and made her way over to her. “You’ve got such a beautiful voice,” she hummed. “You must be thirsty after all of that, can I buy you a drink?”

To Nicky’s pleasant surprise, Jan seemed relieved by the offer. “Finally, I can’t tell you how many guys I’ve had to politely shoo away. I never get hit on by hot biker girls,” she giggled. “So, yes, vodka sprite, please.”

“You are so cute,” Nicky grinned, propping her elbow on the bar counter and resting her chin on her hand. “Tell me, angel,” she started once Jan got her drink, “what time do you get off? I could give you a ride if you’re up for it.” With her free hand, she gently tucked a piece of Jan’s hair behind her ear, letting her fingers trace along her jaw. “You ever been on a motorcycle?”

Jan looked at her with interest. “Can’t say I have. I got another set to do, but after that, we can get out of her.”

Nicky nodded with a grin. “I’ll make sure no man hits on you in the meantime,” she assured.

By the time Nicky had Jan on the back of her bike, her body was hot with anticipation. She didn’t know what it was about this girl, but she had a feeling giving her a ride home was only the beginning of something special.

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Nicky parked the motorcycle in front of the bar and hung his helmet on it. She leaned against the rail and pulled out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter from her pockets, lit one and took a breath. She allowed herself to relax, to take time to smoke before dropping it on the asphalt and extinguishing herself in a plague.

The bar she walked into was more upscale than the ones she usually stumbled upon on the road, but not so much that she felt out of place in a leather jacket and ripped jeans. And it didn’t take long for her to grab the bartender’s attention as soon as she sat down - it never did, not with her captivating features, long blond hair and toned figure. “Can you make me a sour cognac?”

In many bars Nicky was asked to make it clear she found it silly - it was more sour whiskey with brandy. But for the sake of it, this guy seems fit enough to get it for the first time. “Thank you,” she offered a smile and sipped. “Live music?” She asked casually and noticed the scene after looking around a bit.

“Yeah, stay a few minutes, his set is about to start.”

Nikki’s curiosity was aroused, and after receiving a refill, she went to one of the tables by the stage, sitting down and looking up hopefully.

Jan took the stage in front of an enthusiastic audience. She gave an informal presentation before starting her first song.

And just like that, Nicky was addicted. She had never been received so easily, but the beautiful sight of Jan and his angelic voice were simply overwhelming. Of course, she had no clear reason to believe that this woman would return the grace to her, but something in her stomach told her that it was worthwhile to continue.

After the filming Nicky spotted Jan at the bar and walked over to her. “You have such a beautiful voice,” she hummed. “You must be thirsty after all this, can I buy you a drink?”

To Nicki’s pleasant surprise, Xian seemed to take the offer lightly. “Well, I can ’t tell you how many guys I should have run away from politely. I’ve never hurt sexy bikers,” she laughs. “So yeah, vodka sprite, please.”

“You’re so cute,” Nicky grinned, resting her elbow on the bar counter and resting her chin on hers. “Tell me, my angel,” she began as soon as Jan drank the drink, “what time are you leaving?” I can drive you if you’re ready. With her free hand she gently tucked a piece of Jan’s hair behind her ear, letting her fingers trace along her jaw. “Have you ever been on a motorcycle?”

Jan looked at her with interest. “I can not say I have. I have another set to do, but after that we can get out of it.

Nicky nodded with a smile. "I’m going to make sure no man hits you in the meantime,” she said.

By the time Nicky held Jan in the back of her bike, her body was hot in anticipation. She did not know what it was with this girl, but she felt that taking him home was just the beginning of something special.

#rpdr fanfiction #jan sport #nicky doll #jan x nicky #lesbian au #fic challenge #google translate #joley

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dailyaudiobible · 4 years ago

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02/02/2021 DAB Transcript

Exodus 15:19-17:7, Matthew 22:1-33, Psalms 27:1-6, Proverbs 6:20-26

Today is the 2nd day of February, welcome to the Daily Audio Bible I'm Brian it is a joy and an honor to be here with you today as…well…we’re taking these steps forward into this new month, so we can move into it comfortably and sail through all the Scriptures have before us. So, it’s good to be here with you as we continue our journey through the month of February. We are reading from the Voice Translation this week, picking up with our story of the children of Israel in the wilderness from the book of Exodus. Just reminding you, yesterday there was a showdown. The enemy was coming against a population of former slaves known as the Hebrews. They were backed up to the Red Sea. There was nowhere to run, and God split the Red Sea and they crossed over. And the…the Army, the Egyptian army was just gonna go through as well, but they didn’t make it. The ocean collapsed over them and that was that. And that's kind of where we find ourselves. They got to the other side of the Red Sea on dry ground and saw what happened to their enemy and then they burst out in song. And, so, we find ourselves on the other side of the Red Sea in a time of celebration and we will continue with that singing and dancing today. Exodus chapter 15 verse 19 through 17 verse 7.

Commentary:

Okay. Let's talk about what we read in the book of Exodus today. So, we are with the children of Israel in the wilderness now and they are freed from slavery in Egypt. And I mean, man, God has invaded Egypt, right, dismantled Egypt and the Israelites essentially pillaged Egypt by requesting silver and gold on their way out. And, so, they pillaged Egypt without even drawing his sword. So, obviously God had been with them. And then He's leading them cloud by day pillar of fire by night. They cross the Red Sea on dry ground and watch the armies of Pharaoh be drowned in that same Red Sea. And then they head out into the deep deep deep desert and they can't find water. And sure, sure that’s a struggle. In fact, that’s a struggle for survival. That's what God was up to. They are in the wilderness, and they are trying to do what they can do to survive in their own strength when God had invited them into a different story, one that was going to shift and change their identity altogether. The only identity and we will…we will touch on this many times because I've already mentioned, we’re in the wilderness part of our journey right now in the Old Testament and we’ll be in the wilderness. And we need to learn the message of the wilderness just like the children of Israel need to learn the lesson of the wilderness because you can't get out of it until you learn. So, let’s learn it. So, here they are wandering around and their thirsty. They've seen God do all the things we just mentioned. So, they have plenty of proof that He is with them that He cares about them and that He is most powerful. And yet here they are, they can’t find water and what do they say, “why did you bring us out here to die in the wilderness?” And then they start thinking about slave days, cucumbers, bread, meat in the pot. That's what they had. And, so, they’re lamenting that they don't have those things anymore even though they have their freedom. They would rather give up their freedom for an easier path. You see where this is going friends? Like all we gotta do is understand that the Bible so often is simply a mirror exposing us, like exposing all the things that we are naked and ashamed about, exposing the ways in which we are hiding and pretending.

So, we watch Jesus do this kind of stuff with His words in the New Testament. We’re watching this, these stories become the stories of our lives as well as we pay attention. How many times have we felt freedom, have we felt God rescuing us, that He did rescue us and then things got difficult again or they got even harder quickly? And we would trade freedom for slavery just to have it easy. There’s so many things to think about on so many levels in that that that is where the Bible has led us to today, to invite the Holy Spirit to reveal these ways that we choose slavery over freedom because slavery might be easier, bondage might be easier even though it's going to kill us in the end. When God is saying fight for your freedom and then you will be free. Like, learn to trust me utterly and you will be free. Nothing can touch you after that because nothing can be taken from you. You know who you belong to and you know that He is the most-high God and that for eternity you will be His child, you will be in fellowship with Him. There's nothing that can take that away from you. Until we learn that we just keep making circles in the sand and it's going nowhere. And we’re watching this in the children of Israel's lives but it doesn't take too much effort to see it in our own.

Prayer:

Holy Spirit come. Yeah, it might be easier sometimes to just give up, just settle for whatever, just…just be in bondage because freedom that…that would be too painful, that would be too much of a risk, that would be…that would be too difficult. We'd give up, we’d walk back. We’ve done it so many times. But You are inviting us like, for real into freedom, that we can walk into freedom. Even though it will be supremely difficult we can become free if we will completely and utterly depend upon You. Come Holy Spirit and show us the ways that we’ve put the chains back on our ankles and wrists and that we just keep carrying around bondage for no reason. And the only reason being that we just think it will be too hard to be free. Come Holy Spirit we pray. In the name of Jesus, we ask. Amen.

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artemiswinnick · 5 years ago

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Eli’s Coming

I was tagged in a Songfic challenge by @gemini0410 and @vicmackeybullshxt and given Eli’s Coming by Three Dog Night:

https://open.spotify.com/track/29k9SMi3bZi1lhbGBLcpwI?si=RPbxRxUwTpCuQeVBSeZfvw

This song gave me some hella Supernatural vibes and I had a little blurb lying around in my drafts from years ago, so I decided to edit it and extend it inspired by the song. Please don’t ask me how this fits into canon or anything, because I genuinely have no idea. I think I just felt like Dean really needs a hug, ya know?

Warnings: Explicit language, references to violence, taking the lord’s name in vain and twisting around the Old Testament to suit my fictional needs.

The fire blazed higher and suddenly went out. There was a pitch-dark blackness.

“Is that supposed to happen—?” Sam cut off as the flame rose again, burning quietly now, illuminating two girls. Their vessels were a pair of twins—one in a night dress, the other dressed for a night out on the town. They peered at the brothers and the angel expressionless, the infinity in their eyes in stark contrast to the youth of the bodies they inhabited.

“Aladril? Adriel?” Castiel asked, stepping forward.

“You summoned us, Castiel?” They asked in unison, haloed by soft blue flames.

“Well, that’s creepy...” Dean muttered under his breath.

“We need your help,” Castiel ignored him, addressing the twin angels.

“You know that we cannot help you.” The angel in the clubbing outfit replied.

“You should not have woken us.” Said the other, adjusting her white nightgown grumpily before looking at her sister’s get up. “This is the fashion of the time? Either a sack or a prostitute's corset—?”

“What do you mean you can’t help us?” Dean cut in, uninterested in allowing the angels any time to adjust to their vessels. Castiel tried to hold him back but he shook him off and stepped forward. “No, Cas, what was the point in summoning the Bopsy twins if they’re not even going to—?”

“We went to sleep for a reason.” They said loudly, speaking together again. Now, they both looked irritated as they turned to Castiel.

“We know you don’t believe us,” Said the one in the night gown. “But there’s a war brewing and if we stay it will only strengthen their resolve in continuing.”

Cas shook his head. “That’s what I’m trying to say. Adriel, the war has already started, even with the both of you asleep. We’re… We’re losing. We’re desperate. If you don’t help us, it won’t be only the humans that are wiped out but angels as well. That includes you.”

The twins frowned slightly.

“What?” Aladril’s eyebrows knitted together worriedly even as she tugged at her corset top. “... Seriously, what century are we in? Have corsets come back into fashion—?”

“The demons are working on finding a way into heaven. When they do, they’ll find you there and slaughter you along with the rest of the host.” Castiel squared his shoulders and fixed them both with his gaze. “We need your help.”

“Do you expect us to fight alongside you?” Aladril asked slowly.

“As we did when you were but a fledgling, Castiel?” Adriel raised one eyebrow— it was starting to become easier for Sam and Dean to tell the two apart and it wasn’t just the hilarious outfits. Aladril spoke slowly, her expression calm and patient while her words poured like honey into their ears. Adriel, for as soft as her nightgown looked, had a voice that sang like a knife’s edge, her mouth twisting into a smirk as she watched Castiel blush thinking of their first battles. “You were so cute back then, full of such innocent purity…”

“Listen, as much as we’d love to join you all for a trip down memory lane,” Sam finally lost his patience. “But we have… need of your assistance. We’re planning an offensive on the demons in a week--.”

“Absolutely not,” Aladril shook her head. “We don’t harm humans.”

“But they aren’t humans! They’re demons--!” Dean exclaimed.

“In human vessels, much like these,” Adriel looked down at her current form. “Or have you forgotten that-- Castiel what are these two called?”

“That one’s Dean, and the other is Sam,” He quickly clarified.

“Dean,” Adriel turned the blond man’s name over in her mouth like it was venom on her tongue. “Humans have such stupid names…”

“Right, because Adriel and Aladril for a pair of twins isn’t just as stupid or confusing,” He retorted. The flames around the angel burned brighter suddenly.

“How dare you--”

“Are these the archangels you promised us, Cas? Really? Two girls in high school?” Dean shook his head, enjoying the expression of fury on the celestial being’s face.

“Excuse me?” Adriel’s voice grew dangerously low.

“Adriel-“ Aladril tried to hold her back but her sister was incensed. She stepped out of the circle of flames easily, undeterred by the celestial fire. Dean crossed his arms.

“These two girls have been waging holy war since before you were a twinkle in the Creator’s eye, human,” She spit out. “I could kill you with my bare hands, even in this stupid vessel--”

“Adriel!” Aladril cut her off, “We just told them we don’t harm humans!”

“We could always make an exception for this one,” Adriel muttered, but backed off.

“I- We apologize.” Aladril said, shooting a look at Adriel who crossed her arms. “But, like my sister said, we are very old and with age comes experience. We will not be joining you in battle, Castiel. Isn’t there any other way we can help you?”

“I-- Well… Sam, had a question,” Castiel supplied, his face fallen.

“Go ahead,” Aladril motioned for Sam to step forward.

“Well,” He cleared his throat. “We captured one of the demons recently, interrogated him--.”

“Tortured,” Adriel coughed into her fist, getting looks from everyone around the room. She raised an eyebrow at them all. “Let’s call a spade a spade, gentlemen. Continue.”

“We left him securely tied up, all the right incantations in place but he got loose when we were switching shifts guarding him and… well, he decapitated his own vessel so he’d get sent back down to hell,” Sam finished uncomfortably, feeling the angel’s expressions of judgement settling on him.

“... Alright?” Adriel frowned. “I don’t see what--.”

“He drew runes on the wall in Hebrew before he did that in his own blood,” Sam continued. “It translates to… Eli is coming.”

That got their attention. The twins snapped their focus to the tall man with long dark hair.

“What did you say?” Aladril hissed.

“I said Eli’s coming,” Sam repeated. “The demon wrote that on the wall in his own blood—.”

“Yes, yes that Eli is coming…” Adriel stepped forward out of the flames again, peering up into his eyes. “I’m assuming you killed this demon?”

“Uh...Yes?” Dean answered, quizzically looking between the angel and his brother who were locked in a staring match. Her infinite eyes moved to his, an expression of rage and annoyance marring her features.

“Well, fucking wonderful!” She exclaimed.

“Adriel, language!” Her sister admonished.

“Oh, don’t chastise me, Aladril, I think you know the expletive is warranted!” Adriel turned to her sister. “They’ve been cursed and they don’t even know it!”

“Cursed?” Sam frowned.

“Listen lady, we’re pretty familiar with curses, alright?” Dean waved his hand dismissively. “So why don’t you just tell us what we’re dealing with so we can grab the eye of newt and a root of cabbage or whatever the fuck we need to break it—.”

Adriel spun around on him, the flames bursting up and making him stumble back away from her.

“What you need is the blood of the demon that cursed you!”

“Well, fuck…” Sam cursed quietly. Dean’ nostrils flared as he crossed his arms.

“You mean… but the Book of Samuels was always considered to be an exaggeration—,” Castiel stuttered, an uncharacteristic sight. Aladril looked to him with sympathy.

“Unfortunately, it’s quite the contrary… The actual curse of Eli was much more powerful than the story Metatron fed the prophet.”

“But why would he lie? It’s— it’s in the old testament! The humans have been telling themselves this story for thousands of years—!”

“It cast a bad light on God’s everlasting wisdom and judgment?” Adriel shrugged. “We tried telling you even some in the host could not be trusted—.”

“Do you all want to sign each other’s yearbooks or something?” Dean exclaimed. “Or can we do that after you help us lift the curse?”

Adriel crossed her arms and looked to her sister.

“I say we let them die. This one’s annoying.”

“Adriel!” Her sister exclaimed.

“Die?” Sam choked out. “What the hell is the curse of Eli, exactly?”

“Well, the family-friendly version was written in the book of Samuels,” Aladril began. “Eli was the high-priest of the Hebrews, he and his family were cursed to never live to an old age due to the misdeeds of his sons...”

“Misdeeds like… cheating at poker?” Dean prompted, earning an elbow from Sam..

“Misdeeds like taking prime cuts of meat from temple offerings and committing adultery with the women who served at the sanctuary entrance,” Adriel replied dryly.

“Right, those kinds of misdeeds…” Dean rolled his eyes. “So we’re supposed to freak out because we won’t live to an old age? I wasn’t expecting to do that either way…

“But you said that was the family friendly version…” Sam brought up, looking to the angels.

“Yes, well… one of Eli’s sons tried to break the curse by bargaining with a demon,” Aladril revealed. “Who, in, the guise of helping him, actually amplified the curse. Now it wouldn’t just kill Eli and his sons— it would damn them for eternity. In hell with Lucifer.”

“Oh… Oh, shit,” Sam rubbed at his face. “I know where this is going—.”

“But… how long do we have before it takes… effect?” Castiel asked slowly.

“Depends on what else the demon did�� curses can be personalized. If you change the wording,” Adriel explained

“Yeah, we know,” Dean addressed her snappily. “So. What do we do?”

The angel fixed her eyes on him..

“Now? Well, now we hold hands, Dean.” She grinned, her teeth sharp and glistening in the blue fire light.

—————-

A half hour later, Dean was seated, criss-cross apple-sauce style next to Sam in a circle with Adriel and Aladril. Adriel sat to his right and reached a hand towards his, smirking.

“Is this really necessary?” He grumbled as she twined her vessel’s slender fingers with his, smooth and cool to the touch.

“Not really, but it makes it easier,” Aladril replied, reaching one hand to Sam and the other to her sister. “We need to read your souls.”

“You can do that?” Sam asked, staring at the two archangels in wonder. Dean wished he’d wipe that expression off his face. Sure, these two weren’t exactly like all the other angels they’d met-- even other archangels. They’d stepped in and out of the ring of celestial fire earlier like the flames were nothing more than chalk on a sidewalk... He had to admit it had impressed and terrified him in equal measure. They seemed to radiate power, even in their young vessels, but not just power… Goodness. Truth. Mercy. All of the cheesy shit he used to believe angel’s stood for. It made Dean suspicious of them, despite how highly Castiel had spoken of them before.

“You don’t trust angels,” Adriel said suddenly, looking him in the eye.

“So, when you say that you can read our souls, what you really mean is read our minds?” Dean asked sourly, yanking his hand from hers.

“I was just guessing, based on your behavior,” She extended her hand back to him innocently. He took it with a heavy sigh. He didn’t have much of a choice, did he?

~Liar~ he thought, in hopes she would hear it. She frowned slightly, making him smirk. ~Can’t read my thoughts, my ass...~

“Curses leave a mark on your soul. If we look hard enough we should be able to see what exactly they did to you and your brother,” Aladril continued explaining to Sam.

“Neat trick,” He smiled a little. The angel smiled rather proudly back.

“It’s a talent we perfected a long time ago, when we were still fighting on behalf of the heavenly host.”

“It’s probably why Castiel woke us and not, I don’t know… anyone else,” Adriel muttered.

Castiel, leaning against the far wall, shrugged.

“A lot has changed since you first went to sleep, we were out of options.”

Adriel locked eyes with him from across the room, reading the deep sadness in his eyes. He really had changed so much.

“You’ll have to catch us up as soon as we’re done with this,” She murmured. He nodded quietly, looking down at the ground. Adriel cleared her throat. “Alright. Sister, when you’re ready.”

Aladril squeezed her hand and closed her eyes. The boys watched them sway gently back and forth like grass in a light summer breeze, a quiet hum like electric static rising, emanating from them. That same static seemed to seep from their palms, tingling down the men’s fingertips, up their arms, into their chests, up into their minds…

Dean felt exposed. This was not the first time someone had allegedly “read his soul.” Famine, one of the four horsemen of the apocalypse, had done so once and reported that his soul was a withered, starving mess. He wondered what Adriel was seeing. Deep down, he didn’t dislike these angels, even if he was frustrated they wouldn’t help fighting the demons. But it was almost refreshing to see they actually cared for human life, even the lives of the demons' vessels. Not even he and Sam cared all that much about it anymore. It was impractical, he always argued with himself, you couldn’t fight demons effectively if you were worried about their vessels. But he could remember a time when they’d cared. When hunting was just about protecting people and not saving the whole world and heaven to boot.

“You’ve been cursed to die in your next battle,” Adriel suddenly spoke, her voice strange. Dean’s eyes snapped open and he was shocked to see tears in her eyes when she looked back at him.

“Our hit on the shipment is in a week…,” Sam said.

Aladril nodded, eyes opening slowly. “We need to find the demon that cursed you and perform a cleansing ritual with his blood before you go anywhere near the shipment. There’s sure to be fighting and the curse will kill you immediately.”

Adriel stood suddenly.

“I-- uh, my vessel… She’s thirsty.” She looked down to Dean with a stare that reached into his soul.

“Take me to some water?” She asked, her voice a whisper.

For reasons unknown, he just nodded, standing slowly and leading her out into the bunker hallway. He’d just found out he had a week to live and the only way to remedy it was the blood of a demon currently partying it up in the depths of hell. His prospects, as per usual, were not looking good… but when the angel stepped out into the hallway with him, his imminent death was the last thing on his mind.

“You’re not actually thirsty, are you.” He stated rather than asked. Adriel shook her head, locking eyes with him. His mouth went dry and he looked at his feet. “What did you see?”

“Dean…” The way she said his name then made him look back up. She handled the word with care now rather than venom, her expression soft as she reached a hand up to his face. She shook her head slowly, examining his eyes. “You really have no idea, do you?”

“What? That my soul is a shriveled husk?” He tried to laugh it off, but it didn’t reach his eyes and he didn’t step away from her touch. There was something so comforting about the numbing static sinking into his cheek from her fingertips.

“You believed Famine when he told you that, huh?” She shook her head sadly. Dean frowned.

“How did you know that--?”

“I just read your soul, Dean. I know a lot of things about you now,” She smirked softly, caressing his face before pulling him into a hug. It should have been awkward, he should have stepped away and made an inappropriate joke to break the tension but, for once, Dean trusted that the gesture was sincere. That the truth and goodness and compassion he felt emanating from Adriel was real. It felt like she was pouring it into him, filling him with mending light. He felt empty, but better somehow, when she finally stepped back. She locked eyes with him again. “Famine lied to you. Do you understand? Just like Michael lied to you. And Lucifer. They read your soul blinded by their own weaknesses, their vision warped by their own greed… What they saw was themselves mirrored in you. Don’t believe them.”

Dean nodded, his mouth falling open slightly. She really had read his soul. Or his mind. Or whatever she’d done.

“Why won’t you fight with us?” He finally asked after a long moment staring into her eyes. Her brows knit themselves, some of the ethereal warmth and love disappearing to be replaced with familiar annoyance.

“We’ve already done our share of fighting, Dean. We’ve seen too much--.”

“Or you’re just scared,” He cut her off. She may have the power to read his soul, but he wasn’t blind himself. There had to be a reason two such powerful beings refused to get involved in a fight and, seeing the fire in Adriel’s eyes, he had a hard time believing it was just their compassion for human life. “What happened before you went to sleep for eternity? Cas never told us.”

She raised an eyebrow at him.

“That’s because Castiel is pure of heart and knows better,” She appraised the man standing in front of her. In truth, she’d only agreed to the long sleep for Aladril. But… now was not the time to get into her and her sister’s past. She turned to go back into the room where Aladril, Castiel and Sam were waiting. “Come on. We don’t have very long and… Eli’s coming.”

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writersrealmbts · 6 years ago

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Con Amore: Part 3

Bulletproof Melody Sequel

Description: Con Amore– A directive to a musician to perform a selected passage of a composition tenderly, with affectionate emotion, or in a loving manner; an instruction to the player of an instrument meaning ‘with love’ or ‘lovingly’. Three years with all seven of your loves, three years of relative peace. But now everything is threatened as darkness surges from the horizon.

Originally Posted: 07/24/2019

Tags: Superheroes, Ot7

Fluff/Angst: 1,833 words

A/N: Hope you’re excited! Any theories yet? It’s posted early because I have plans for tomorrow and intended to post it then. Probably wait five days before posting the next part, if not a week.

Jimin stroked your hair, watching your every movement as you sipped some ginger ale. “Better, chubs?” You nodded. “It was probably the artifact Tae and I recovered combined with my worry. Nothing to worry about.” “Of course we worr—” Jimin broke off, dropping his gaze, “Worry. I’m sorry, y/n. You were already worried about me, and Joon-hyung, and…and you—” You put a finger to his lips. “You should try to sleep.” He looked a little like a kicked puppy. “But—” “Jimin-ah, I really don’t want to talk about this right now. Please. I get that you don’t like conflict to remain, but there’s going to be even more if you push me right now.” He slowly nodded. “Okay, chubs. Cuddle with me?” You nodded, laying back and lightly holding onto Jimin. It was a good way of knowing that he was just worried about you instead of being upset with you. He craned his neck to get his kisses, then lay back with a slight smile when he received it. You matched his breathing, waiting until he had fallen deeply asleep, then glancing back. Yoongi nodded, climbing over and carefully taking your place. You slid off the bed, checking on Namjoon, who was half-asleep on the other bed. He caught your hand, squeezing it and pulling it so he could get a kiss. “Feel better?” “Yeah, you?” He nodded. “Hoseok gave me some herbs and painkillers.” “Good. Rest up,” You whispered, giving him a second kiss. Taehyung and Jungkook were eating in the next room, the one you sent Taehyung to get. Whatever they were eating smelled…absolutely terrible. You gagged a bit and closed the door, plugging your nose. “You okay?” You wrinkled your nose. “What the heck are they eating?” “Grilled chicken alfredo,” Hoseok answered, still looking concerned. “Your favorite. You must be really sick. You don’t like ginger outside of ginger-ale, so maybe catmint or peppermint…” He started muttering, feeling your forehead. “I really don’t want to consume anything right now, Hobi.” You tucked into his chest grateful he had come from taking a shower. He didn’t smell like anything but Hobi, and his chest had a comforting warmth to it. “I was planning on sleeping in there.” He hummed softly. “What smells are okay?” You shrugged, then sniffed your hand. “Citrus. I think peppermint.” He nodded. “Let me and the other two try and clean out the smell. If we can’t, are you okay sharing with Joon?” You nodded. You had told Jungkook that you wanted to have your own bed. You just needed space. Space to calm down. Space to worry. Space that should be filled by Jin. Space to punish yourself for not protecting your loves better. You had put off finding more protections for them, thinking they might find it a little overbearing and worrying that your love for them might cause you to overstep the bounds of your duty as an archivist. What if you used an artifact to protect them, and ended up hurting others because of it? But now Jin was missing, and even if you didn’t think he was in danger…Namjoon said Jin had been hurt. And who knew who had taken him, and for what reason. For all you knew it could be like what happened with your father. Oh God. “Tinny? Is your stomach bothering you that badly?” Hobi slouched to meet your eye, gently wiping your cheeks. You wiped a tear from your own face, staring at it. “No. It isn’t. I’m just…” You shook your head. “I don’t even know. I mean, I’m crying. Again. I’m broken. Why am I broken?” “Your voice just squeaked and it was adorable—no wait, don’t cry more!” “It’s not cute, it’s annoying and wrong and ugh!” “Sshhh,” He hushed you gently. “Jimin and Namjoon are asleep. We don’t want to wake them.” You pressed your face into his shoulder. “What’s wrong with me?” You asked, unable to push back the tears. “You’re sick and stressed, and I’m sure you’re tired and worried. I think you should just try and sleep, Tinny. Okay? Yoongi and Namjoon can help you figure out the songs you need in the morning. Do you want pajamas or are you okay in Jungkook’s t-shirt?” “I’m okay.” He guided you to the other side of Namjoon’s bed, helping you lay down under the covers. “You want me to hold your hand until you fall asleep?” You nodded, feeling calmer. “I’m sorry. I don’t know why….” He kissed you gently when you didn’t continue. “It’s okay. We’ll be okay. Just try and sleep, baby. Cuddle Joon if you feel sad again.” You nodded, closing your eyes. You were tired, and crying always gave you a headache. Maybe sleep was a better choice. You wiggled over so that you were next to Namjoon, squeezing Hobi’s hand. You opened your eyes as light shone brightly through your eyelids. You were in some sort of stone room, cold air greeting you where you had been warm next to Joon just seconds earlier. It felt foreign and familiar at the same time. There were no lights or windows, but the room was mostly lit. You looked at each blank wall, but the only thing that you really noticed was that the walls were the light source, and some other part of your brain was saying that you already knew that. “Nightingale,” A voice called behind you. You froze. “Nurya Cohen.” “You may face me, Archivist.” You slowly turned to her. “Working with that artifact you swore would stay locked up?” She looked to the floor, the glow about her dying down slightly. “Slicha, ani lokeakh et mlo ha’achrayut.” “I still don’t speak Hebrew.” “Sorry, I take full responsibility,” She translated, dipping her head. “But I should hope you know I would not go back on my word unless circumstances called for it.” “As a light priestess, I would hope not.” She turned, gesturing for you to follow. You fell in step with her, out into her sanctuary. Last you had seen her was when her healer friend had, well, healed you after your crash from the top of the building three years ago. She had come to you, so the last time you had been to the sanctuary was when you had dropped the artifact with her. Too big for you to move around, but perfectly hidden in her sanctuary. Which was a temple of light and healing, a place where some astronomy students also conducted their studies. It had surprisingly strong security despite being a pacifist group. “We have a metupal in our infirmary. One of yours, I believe.” She folded her hands in front of her, similar to how an opera singer might. “Actually, we are mostly certain.” “Oh?” You frowned, trying not to get your hopes up that it was Jin. “He keeps rambling about dorchadas and something about an oasis. He also said that the kids were in danger and he had to tell you, Nightingale.” “Dorchadas? Are you certain?” You frowned. “You know what it is?” “It’s Irish. For darkness.” She looked more troubled. “And the oasis mentioned?” You shook your head. “Not sure. Not even sure what kids he could mean. I keep an eye on multiple children’s homes.” “Well, he wouldn’t lay still until I assured him I would pass the message to you. But I also contacted you because of the rumors that we heard just before his arrival. Rumors of a dark organization that works to remove the powers of supers, one that had been disbanded, but are now active again. And that they had found a former patient.” She paused, glancing at you as you froze. “Nightingale?” “The Oasis Initiative,” You breathed. Both of you were silent, but she looked at you as if waiting for further response. “Cursing is a little inappropriate here so you better continue.” “Quid pro quo.” You made a slashing gesture, making a face as you tried to think of how to explain it. “After you finish.” “Very well. One of our watchers got the pictures and information of the patient. It’s Siphon, or Laguz as you know him. However, another group also got the information—” “The Conservatory,” You guessed. Everything made sense now. They probably sent rookies because they thought it would be a basic abduction followed by an explanation that it was for his safety. They probably only heard whispers of a threat and given their penchant for watching out for their own (one of the few points you couldn’t find fault with) went to make sure that the whispers couldn’t be carried out. She nodded. “I know you dislike the place—I don’t blame you—but if this Oasis Initiative is functioning again….” “Then we all need to be ready for the worst. And we’ll need a strong base of operations, like the Conservatory. I trust you to send a representative as well?” She dipped her head. “Of course, Archivist. I will give you the head-start. Be advised, though, you should put distance between yourself and this fight.” Everything was getting blurry and the panic—that was a side effect of the artifact—started rising in your body. “Why? And who’s in the infirmary?” You managed to choke out. Her gaze flit to your midsection before the dream shattered like glass. Strong arms had you pinned down. “Y/n!” You finally opened your eyes, almost throwing up, but somehow managing to choke it down long enough to free yourself and run to the bathroom. Someone pulled your hair back. “Maybe she should see a doctor,” One of them said softly. You sat back, panting a little. “Tae, can you get me my makeup bag?” “Yeah.” “Makeup? Honey, I don’t think that’s—” “You’re right, you don’t think of me having anything else in my makeup bag, but I do. Now, Hoseok, I love you, but get out. Same goes to you, Kook, and you, Yoongi. Nothing to see here.” You got to your feet, reaching to flush the toilet before shakily stepping over to the sink to brush your teeth. You scrunched your nose, frustrated with yourself. “I’m sorry. I just…I need a minute.” “Okay,” Jungkook said. “We’ll keep the food in the other room. Do you want some toast?” You nodded. Tae handed you your bag. You closed the door behind him, taking a couple deep breaths to steady yourself before going to the bottom of your bag and pulling the pregnancy test out. “Please be wrong,” You muttered. You waited the appropriate amount of time, trying to count how long it had been since you had had your last visit from Aunt Flo. This would be the worst timing ever. You didn’t want to be sidelined. Not if the Oasis Initiative was active again. You glanced at the time on whoever’s watch you had found sitting on the counter, then looked at the test.

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Part 2. Part 4.

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punkscowardschampions · 5 years ago

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Lux & Dash

Lux: Good pilgrim, praytell Lux: is your hair just like that or do you have a routine Lux: I must know Dash: what's yours naturally trying to hang like? I'll hit you with what's outta this world 🐤 Lux: full samara, senpai Lux: turn off the tube QUICK 🙄 Dash: 🤣 bummer Dash: 🥥 oil is far out on all hair types even 🔪🔪🔪 Dash: aloe vera will make her 💪 Dash: lemme 🤔🤔.... Dash: do you fuck with 🐣?? Lux 🙇 down at your feet, oh lord is the most high place! 🙌 Lux: the chooks here lay too many for us non-strict-vegans to get through Lux: save my hair AND cut down on our foodwaste? Lux: I will be ♕ and you will be ♚ Dash: 2 🥄 🥑 oil, same of 🥥 & aloe vera gel Dash: 2 raw 🥚 Dash: heat it & leave that baby on for time Dash: 30 mins ++++ Dash: 🚿 with whoever Lux: the CP of my hair is gonna rival Rapunzels Lux: 💃💃💃 Lux: I promise to never ever clock you with a 🍳 Dash: 💛👼👑 Dash: you'd be choice with her 🌺🌺🌺 look Lux: 😘 plant 🌱 for every 🌺 and compliment you gimme then we can talk about april showers coming earlier than anticipated☔️ Dash: right on Lux: Is your full name Dashiell/ can I call you that anyway Lux: because its really fitting and if you care to know I shall tell you for why Dash: it's not but if you're down I can be down too Lux: SO; here was my thought 🚄 climb aboard and ride the rails with me for a sec here Lux: Dash ➼ Dashiell ➼ meaning page boy ➼ page boy = ring bearer ➼ ring bearers of the One Ring ➼ Samwise Gamgee = you AM I RIGHT OR AM I RIGHT Dash: 🤯🤯👍 Lux: I know, allow me to scoop up the remainder your 🧠 from the ceiling and put it into a handwoven jute tote for you to take home Lux: I been knew you love food as much as him, its like 1845-49 up in here after you've come around 🥔💀 Dash: tight gestures like those 👐 gotta keep you in the groove here 🥰 Dash: trust you to pick up on a royal appetite Lux: I'm the holy daughter returned, boy Lux: only eating manna from heaven, though if anyone in this place could make a 😋 cake like back home, I'd let them eat it Dash: set to call you that when I fall in with my 🎺 but do you go by anything shorter on top? Lux: Hebrews 13:2!!! Lux: so that explains where you come from Lux: more in a cloud of smoke than holy light but they could only get so many details dead on in the good book Lux: I'm Lux, of course, X if the mood takes you but I can't make it any easier for you Dash: here to make us 👀 the light, yeah? righteous 👼 Lux: The mission of making my parents proud of me again is not one I am currently embarked upon but service to God and all his creations was always their jam Lux: supposedly Lux: but if you're here to get me to renounce my sex, along with the devil and all his works (duh), oh angelic messenger, I still have to decline Dash: aere perennius is the vibe I'm picking up from you, Lux Dash: it'd be a heavy mission Lux: You owe the world a forest for that one because words like that evoke so many cardinal sins within me Dash: do you know about 🎋? Lux: Tell me Dash: it's a tanabata tree, for wishes Dash: they set the bamboo afloat on the river or on 🔥 after the festival Lux: We must participate here Lux: and one day I will go to where the festival is meant to be and you must come because you introduced me to the magic Dash: we can go to Japan, Sao Paolo or LA, they all have 'em Lux: Of course Lux: I seem to have traveled in the wrong direction Lux: to the wrong coast and onwards Dash: at least you ain't separated from your lover by a 🌌 Dash: that's the legend that goes with the festival Lux: oh Lux: how heartbreakingly beautiful Dash: but they are allowed to meet once a year on the 7th day of the 7th lunar month Dash: it's not a total downer Lux: so young Dashiell believes it is better to taste heaven but the once than to never know it at all Lux: good Lux: I like you Dash: I try & get my kicks tasting as much as I can as often as I can Dash: though yeah, once over never Lux: can't take on the 🌌 Lux: though perhaps you can, with a name like a superhero Dash: no sweat 💪 Dash: if I don't ✂ my hair off 😏 Lux: 😱 Lux: I do have weak ankles! Lux: you avoid barbers and I'll avoid heels that are taller than... Lux: five Lux: no six inches Dash: 👌👌 Dash: if you avoid any heel I'll be able to reach you way out though Dash: no 🛹 jumps 💫 Lux: YET Lux: until you remember where you parked your chariot of fire, you give me reason to kick off my heels, and I'll happily do it Dash: 💃? Lux: Both in worn levis, both in torn T-shirts Lux: of course, that's the only way Dash: there's a tanabata song, I could sing it for you Dash: the translation at least Lux: 😻🙏 Dash: it'll be a blast Lux: 🚀🌠 Dash: have you 👀🎸? Dash: mine's MIA Lux: you can borrow my girl Lux: for one song Dash: I won't hog her like a flake, digging the trust too much Lux: you can abuse my trust just go easy on Dolores Lux: she's a folksy kinda gal, if you kick it punk rock she'll 😳😩 Dash: she'll stay 🍒💖 I'm about a gentle touch Dash: what kind are you? the words are the festival's but I don't know the 🎶 Dash: I'll make it yours, like Lux: as angelic as you look Lux: a sinner can only but hope not Lux: how about you sing it for me but play it like its yours Dash: cool with me Lux: then the song can be ours Dash: I think you're unreal Dash: the most Lux: Oh, because I am Lux: and you are perfect because you know that's a compliment Dash: this fly by of yours is gonna last some time, yeah? Lux: though not compelled by God or a power higher than my own Lux: this is where I'm meant to be Dash: me too Lux: I know Lux: I divined you out of 🌟✨☀️🌌 Dash: we planting that forest to grow together or on opposite sides? Lux: one 🌎 one 💓 Dash: roots are gonna get tangled if you keep laying down your 💓 next to mine Lux: I can grow anywhere Lux: you don't need to worry about me Dash: 🌻 Dash: you're gonna make this place better, I feel it Lux: you have family here? Lux: in the commune Dash: yeah Lux: do you like it here Dash: I love it Lux: I do too Lux: its Lux: loving Dash: when did you come through? have you met every 🐤 & 🐈? cos you should meet everyone Dash: feel all the love Lux: I've been in Dublin about... a month, two Lux: feels like forever Lux: but here I'm a total 🍒 Lux: I met Hazel completely by fate at a women's health drop-in she was running a few weeks ago, told her my story and here I am Dash: farm tour 1st 🍀 tour 2nd Lux: Coming Lux: 🎸 in tow Dash: safe Lux: and sound Lux: I'm just tryna catch a mirror moment Lux: not enough, if I had any complaints but 🤫 Dash: which room's yours? I'll make space to hang another one near Dash: then the 🌙 Lux: we'll end the tour there Lux: my contribution Dash: now that's sound Lux: Do you know about me? Dash: what about you? Lux: That I don't have girl parts Lux: I won't be accused of that kind of trickery Dash: I won't accuse you of any Lux: ☺ Dash: you set the pace, I'm in it Lux: You're keeping up spectacularly Lux: now, where does my tour start? Dash: orchard Lux: 🍏🍎🍐🍊🍋🍇🍈🍒🍑🥭 Dash: there's the best 🍏🍎 tree, easy to climb whatever shoes you're wearing Dash: you can see the whole farm from the top Lux: [Show up honey] Dash: [😍 at her we all know] Lux: [dressed hyper-femme as always and way more dressy than most here we know, doing a curtsey like 🤭] Dash: [holds out a 🍎 like he's the 🐍 & she's Eve, looking cute and tempting] Lux: [obviously taking it and taking a sassy bite] Dash: [into it obviously hand holding through this orchard tour for Winnie's sake] Lux: [gonna climb this tree] Dash: [do it kids] Lux: [gonna have to help her even though she's left the heels behind] Dash: [thankfully he's not that much of a dick that he won't, imagine just like byeeee] Lux: [😂 no one needs anyone falling out of a tree rn] Dash: [we aren't killing either of you off so just enjoy the view] Lux: ['it looks so big from up here, when you're in it, it feels...close'] Dash: ['it's big but the fam's bigger' gives her a look like you'll see, genuinely buzzing cos does love it here] Lux: [the biggest smile 'why don't you live here?'] Dash: ['my mum & dad don't, & that's their biggest drag, they ain't hip but they ain't real hassle' casually don't mention that Cosmo exists okay then] Lux: [nods 'everyone should get as much family as they can'] Dash: ['you can meet 'em too, it's cool'] Lux: [excited puppy look like really?!] Dash: ['my mum used to be a rad skater & now she sits around bench racing at her own bone yard, it's a good space to hang loose'] Lux: [just listening like no way! 'what about your dad?'] Dash: ['he's more easily bugged, we don't always vibe, but shit stays chill'] Lux: ['yeah but what did he used to be? before he got old and boring too'] Dash: ['he played football' with a shrug cos so uninterested we know] Lux: ['ooh, was he famous?'] Dash: ['not really'] Lux: ['bummer'] Dash: ['you wanna be famous?'] Lux: [is thinking like hmm 'I don't NOT want it but its not my number one all-time dream...not even top ten'] Dash: ['what is?'] Lux: [puts her index fingers to the corners of his mouth to make him smile] Dash: [laughs] Lux: ['you?'] Dash: ['I'm thinking we should start a band' shout out to Ali your lowkey grandma] Lux: [a look like um yes, how have you not and putting three fingers up to let him know its made the list] Dash: [starts to climb down like come on, so much to see] Lux: ['don't ditch me!' and running after him] Dash: [takes her all around the vegetable patches next, introducing her to any peeps they come across] Lux: [living laughing loving honestly we can skip] Dash: [imagine all the cute animals they would have, I hope none of them die in the fire I'll cry] Lux: [lmao animals usually bolt when fire so they should be fine, unless they then get hit by cars or some shit] Dash: [I'm saying they are all A okay bitch] Dash: [post tour skip] Dash: gotta hit home Dash: later? Lux: Undoubtedly 😊 Dash: we'll jam Dash: 🤔 band names Lux: I'll throw it out there Lux: I wonder if anyone can drum drum Lux: not just drum circle Lux: I'll ask that too Dash: I'm jazzed Lux: 🎺 Dash: you play the harp 👼? Lux: ☺😋💕 Lux: If only Lux: there are bass' and banjos and plenty of acoustics Lux: I'll go thrifting and see if I can find one Dash: wait for me Lux: we should see how many wild instruments we can find Lux: one for everyone Dash: your 🧠⚙️ is far out Lux: but not far enough you can't reach me Dash: 🌌 can't stop me, yeah? Lux: nope Lux: not as long as you got that hair Dash: [selfie like it's still there] Lux: Thank God Lux: don't need to 😢 today Dash: you don't need to cry any day baby Lux: Keep me smiling Dash: I've got you Dash: we all have Lux: 💕 Lux: I really thought I knew family and community before this, you know Lux: but I was wrong then and this is better Dash: right on Lux: You're adorable Dash: I've got 👀 for you too Lux: I know Lux: your 👀 are like Lux: coffee Dash: 🧠⚙💖 Dash: yours are like jumping into a river Dash: they get bluer the deeper you go Lux: oh Lux: I think I want you back here now Lux: where did you go again Dash: 🛹🗲 Dash: my parents place Dash: you wanna meet me there? Lux: I'm not in the mood to meet your parents right this second, forgive me Lux: but by the time I've finished dinner here and 🚲 over Lux: sounds good Dash: idk if they're there cos I'm not yet Lux: so we can be alone alone Lux: that'd be novel Dash: yeah Dash: it feels like so much empty space Dash: for the number of bodies who live in it Lux: do you feel lonely there Dash: nah, it's got a good feel Dash: I grew up in it Lux: That's a feel you can't buy Dash: I'll show you my 👶📸 Dash: they're wild Lux: you musta been so cute Lux: your face is still 👶 now Dash: no ✂ then either Lux: so mowgli Dash: oh no, is this a trippy topic for you? Dash: I didn't think Lux: it's okay, I like hearing about happy kids Lux: its a sin to be envious of or covet other people's happiness Dash: Lux Lux: 😊? Dash: I don't think I believe in sin Dash: so if you wanna harsh on my good vibes, you know, I won't be 😡 Lux: Oh, sin is very real, its just whether you believe you'll be punished for the sins that are written about Lux: I appreciate you but I've got nothing to be 😡 about either Lux: 🤞 Dash: you can hit me with a shut up any time Dash: I'll still dig you Lux: I enjoy our conversations Dash: yeah? Lux: absolutely Lux: you're a beautiful 🐺 boy Dash: you're the most beautiful 🦊 Lux: never stone cold Dash: nah, the hottest Lux: I feel it Dash: 👍 it's the mood you gotta stay in Lux: with you around, that shouldn't be a problem Dash: we'll keep vibing Lux: did you like it Dash: you want me to say what I know you could tell Dash: I'll write you a 🎶 Lux: First hit for the band? Lux: I'll be famous after-all Dash: I've been listening Dash: I understand what you want Lux: and you're gonna give it to me Dash: that's my action for sure Lux: roll 20 please Dash: come be alone with me Lux: dash dash dash Lux: you're so pretty and fun and cool and I want you again Dash: [sends her the deets to where his house is] Lux: so far Lux: I must like you huh 😏 Dash: yeah it's a drag where I live Dash: but it's new heights that you like me Dash: 🚀💕 Lux: why wouldn't I? Dash: idk Dash: do you know about me? Lux: I know enough to like you Lux: what do you think would make me unlike you Lux: let's compare Dash: it's not all laid back the shit that other girls say Lux: you're a 💔 Dash: I'm not out here making a game of it like that Dash: but it's happened for real Lux: Oh dear Dashiell Lux: my heart was broken long before I got here Lux: and I've had to severe and untangle roots so much deeper than yours could ever be Lux: I told you, there's no need to worry about me, you can't hurt me Dash: that's fucked up Lux: Perhaps Dash: can I make it any better? Lux: no Lux: but that's okay Lux: now is better, there's no need to fix what's been Dash: I wasn't being plastic before, you're home now Lux: I feel it Lux: I have no choice but to give up my old definition but I'm less scared and 😢 at the prospect of the redefinition now, forced though it was Dash: it'll be okay Dash: we'll make it happen that it's only that Dash: or like better Lux: you're not a bad person Lux: I can tell Dash: if I'm someone you like, I'm cool with it Lux: good Lux: I need people right now, you know Dash: everyone at the farm, they'll be what you need Dash: they are for me Lux: what do you need them for? Dash: a blast Dash: my other fam want me to change some shit I do Lux: 🚀👌 Lux: I get that Lux: is it stuff you can't change or don't wanna Dash: idk if I recognise the difference Lux: sounds like a can't, then Dash: stepping into new 👟 feels like a bad scene Dash: I fuck with the ones I've worn in Lux: That's up to you Lux: I like new shoes Lux: maybe they're just worried your feet are getting all scrunched outta place Dash: yours are groovy though Dash: not handed down Dash: they fit you Lux: I had to steal 'em though Lux: and when my dad found 'em they sent me away Dash: a 🦊 like I said Lux: have you seen the fox and the hound? Dash: nah Dash: it's disney yeah? Lux: Yep Lux: I'm gonna make you watch it Dash: I'm about netflix & chill Lux: We'll chill first Lux: its real sad Lux: 😭 Dash: I be trying to chill with you nonstop though Dash: how bad do you want me to 👀 at things other than you Lux: 🤭 Lux: maybe your cinematic education can wait Lux: if we're truly to make the most of alone alone time Dash: lay it on me that I'm an ugly crier another day Dash: we're making beautiful things happen Lux: you're Lux: just like Lux: seraphic Dash: around you, I gotta be Lux: nu-uh Lux: I can't tell Lux: I fell out of God's favour like a long time ago Dash: you can tell Dash: you're still 👼 Dash: the fallen ones were the most beautiful anyway, yeah? Dash: god's a jealous 🐈 Lux: All angels are beautifulc Lux: and genderless actually, like God Lux: beyond our limited understanding, better Dash: cool Lux: for them Lux: its self-idolatry if you want it for yourself Lux: 🚫 Dash: if I want you for myself, what sin is that? Lux: you actually wanna know? 'cos I've always thought this particular subset of sins sounds unintentionally hot Dash: I'm listening intently Lux: peccata clamantia Lux: The sins that cry to Heaven for Vengeance 🤤 Lux: they're the ones that God will deliver his justice upon, lots of people only know about the seven deadly Lux: but they're the least serious, actually Dash: shit Lux: guess that's why it feels so good Lux: shall we? Dash: 🌌 & god trying to stop us but I'm 💪 Lux: you want me Dash: yeah Lux: then you can have me Dash: show up Lux: I am Lux: ⏲ Dash: right now though Lux: if only my bike had wings Dash: that can be your festival wish Dash: mine too cos I've waited fucked up amounts of time for you Lux: 💡 Lux: your mind, boy Lux: though patience is evidently not your virtue, I'm not mad about it Lux: at all Dash: idc about virtues if you're a sin Lux: you're making me all pink Dash: it's a beautiful colour for you Lux: you're the loveliest 🐺 I've ever known Dash: I wanna be Lux: you are baby Dash: you're like a song I can't get out of my head Dash: & it's the most Dash: I'm so connected to every word Lux: You make me feel really...high but it that warm, soft focus way where there's no bad thoughts or feelings at all, no doubt or regret or shame creeping in, just the good washing over you again and again, like that split-second after you cum but Lux: prolonged Lux: its crazy, you're crazy Dash: we can live in it Lux: lets Dash: I'm in Lux: 🎡🎢🎠 Dash: 🎪🤹 Lux: 🤡 Dash: 🦁🐯 Lux: 🐘 Dash: 🍿 Lux: 🥜 Dash: 🐿️ Lux: 😱 Lux: how could you Mr Squirell Dash: he's gotta eat Lux: He could've just asked Dash: he don't know you like that Dash: thought you'd say nah Dash: I tried to persuade him he wasn't right on & you're 👍 but I must not 🗨🐿 Lux: 😂 Lux: he's more than likely from my homeland, I'll speak to him Lux: can't understand your accent Dash: gabh mo leithscéal Lux: 🤗 what did you say?! Dash: pardon me Dash: is 🗨🍀 on your list? Lux: I've always wanted to Lux: no one at my father's church really spoke it Lux: or would teach me if they did Lux: will you? Dash: my mum taught me Dash: hers never spoke it either Dash: your turn to bring me an 🍎 Dash: but yeah Lux: 😣 damn Lux: someone else here might, I've heard loads of languages flying about Dash: eu também sei português Dash: also from that side of the fam Lux: I 👀 that Dash: Arlo & his brother & sisters are my cousins Lux: Ahh Lux: that's cool Lux: they're so cute Dash: there's many more but they don't live at the farm Dash: you have to catch 'em when they fly by Lux: I'll be sure to do that Lux: do they all have lots of kids, how are there so many Lux: no offense Dash: started with 11 Dash: & most of 'em had 👶s Lux: ELEVEN Lux: 🤔💡 Lux: are you mormons? Dash: 🌼 children ☮ Dash: it was a big-ish fam before that though 👵 had 8 Dash: & she's no hippie Lux: why are you an only-child? Dash: I'm not Dash: I've got an older brother Lux: oh, me too! Lux: he's 13 years older Lux: I was a miracle mistake baby Lux: where's yours Dash: at ⚽ training I think Dash: that's his bag Lux: oh he's not 👴 Lux: you didn't mention him before Dash: he's 18 months + on me Dash: but we're in different 🌌 Lux: I feel you Lux: it musta been nice when you were kids though Lux: I loved when there were kids in the congregation but people always moved on, from God or physically Dash: nah, it's been hassle from the jump Dash: he's 🏆🥇💪 Dash: I'm 💫🚀👀 Lux: you don't like him huh Dash: he's a drag Dash: we're usually jiving 🥊 there's no ☮ & 💓 Dash: messes with my equilibrium Lux: You gotta protect yourself Lux: I get it Dash: I knew you would Lux: 'course Lux: its the same with my brother and my mom Lux: they still 💓 me but they can't see me Dash: do you 💓 'em? Lux: oh of course Lux: they're my family Dash: do you wish you could see 'em? Lux: I wish I still lived with them Lux: but I understand why I can't Dash: do you get to 🗨? Lux: no Dash: can't you? if your dad didn't find out? Lux: No Lux: not unless I'm going to make efforts, make changes Lux: and I can't and that's two eternal sins Lux: at least Lux: could make a case for 3 Lux: so they have to turn away, you see Lux: they all love me but there's nothing they can do until I do Dash: I'm sorry Dash: that everything's so heavy for you Lux: you don't need to be sorry Lux: not your transgressions Dash: but I don't want you to change Dash: & idc if it's a sin Lux: you're sweet Lux: they just want to save me from hell Dash: we're gonna have to live forever Dash: to save you Lux: We better find the philosopher's stone Lux: or the fountain of youth Dash: the 🐿 will help Dash: he digs you now Lux: he's a wizard Lux: knew it 😏 Dash: most animals have magic Lux: true facts Dash: 🦊s who are unreal 👼s especially Lux: you're such a flirt Lux: 😋 Dash: yeah 😏 Dash: that's my magic 😍💖 Lux: I can't disagree Dash: 💭😘 Lux: you can dream 'til I get there Dash: I'm 👀 for your 🚲 Lux: I'm meant to be up on the balcony, not you Lux: love some role reversal Dash: yo don't be on the rebound, Romeo 💔 Lux: awh you jealous Dash: 🤣 Dash: of someone you forget at the start of the play as soon as you 🕰 me? nah baby Dash: but it's salty to the other 💘 Lux: It saves her life Lux: she's fine, honestly, thriving Dash: okay then yeah, I am jealous Dash: of her thrive Lux: poor boy Dash: it's no bummer, like Dash: she ain't gonna be immortal, that's me & you Dash: our fam Lux: there's only so much magic to go around Dash: however much there is, we gotta use it right Lux: 🎺 that's holy decree Dash: & royal 👑 Lux: okay sweet prince Lux: 🤭 Dash: if I go solo from the band, there's an outta sight name Lux: you could do so many covers 💜 Dash: it'd be groovy Dash: but I ain't leaving the group Lux: not before its started Lux: have some loyalty, boy Dash: yo not ever Lux: we gonna do a blood oath Dash: use your hair as a 🔪 before the 🥑 & 🥥 hits Dash: or the ✂ I don't Lux: 😂 you're horrible Lux: and its far too limp for that Dash: nah your hair is 💣 Lux: ☺ Lux: really Dash: yeah Lux: it grew quite fast Dash: 🔮✨ Lux: I'm gonna grow it as long as I can Dash: there might be a better recipe Dash: I'll 🗨 to every 🐤 on the farm Lux: I wish I had curls like them too Lux: most of them Lux: alas Dash: you can borrow mine Lux: you're the bestest friend in the whole 🌌 Dash: 🤞🤝👐 Lux: let down your long hair then Lux: I think I've arrived Dash: [let her in and give her a house tour boy] Lux: [we clearly need Cosmo to come back like Dash did in that convo jussayin] Dash: [payback tbh so yeah we do] Lux: [she'd just be chatting up a storm, awks] Dash: [casually steer her to your room as fast as you can like] Lux: [just being like wanna come watch fox and the hound lmao] Dash: [she's so cute bye] Lux: [at least Cosmo won't be rude to you, even if he is like umm] Dash: [just thinks she's high probably] Lux: [most likely] Dash: [rude but fair] Lux: [when is your brother not as far as you're concerned] Dash: [exactly dr phil] Lux: [anything else we wanna though?] Dash: [we know what's up I think we can post it]

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muggle-writes · 6 years ago

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Rules: Answer 21 questions and then tag 21 people who you want to get to know better.

tagged by @elizabethsyson

Nickname: Muggle is my nickname, but when I went by Muggle in person for more than a month at a time, it naturally got abbreviated, usually to Mugz

Zodiac: Aquarius

Last movie I saw: into the spiderverse (same answer as last time. I don't watch that many movies tbh except around Christmas. unless YouTube counts in which case... music of some sort? idk links for the next answer)

Favorite musician: changes by the day. I've kinda been in an acapella and/or folk music mood recently so the Maccabeats and Peter Hollens are in my YouTube and Spotify history a lot recently. also I'm eternally in awe of Forte Handbell Quartet (eta a longer video; i recommend skipping to the techno piece or the Jurassic Park theme)

Last thing I googled: "vine why are you buying clothes at the soup store" (my wife hasn't seen it; also i can't find the vine because apparently it's a much bigger meme than I realized). before that it was "chgrp not root" because work and group permissions are useful when they work

Song stuck in my head: well for most of the day when I haven't been actively listening to something, it's been the Pokemon RSE route-walking music. (but that somehow happens frequently when I'm in the no-music-no-internet room at work, as I was for most of the day, and I don't know how I accidentally trained my brain to make that connection). right now, surprisingly, I don't have any background music playing in my head. I think it's because the humidifier provides just enough white noise that my brain doesn't feel the need to provide its own

Other blogs: my main is @muggle-the-hat and I'm a mod on @why-do-neurotypicals but we've gotten one ask ever so that blog has been dormant for a while. I have a bunch of other sideblogs, but they're all small and I use different screen names on each of them (enby life: no idea which name suits me best so I may as well try them out) so i feel like it would just confuse things to link them.

Following: blogs matching all the themes of my sideblogs, (including this one, which is writeblr), korean langblr, jumblr, assorted fandom blogs, authors of my more favorite fanfictions (some overlap with other categories), and irl friends and acquaintances (including one fandom blog turned irl friend)

Do I get asks: on my main if at all, which isn't really surprising because i have hundreds of followers there and maybe 60 followers combined among the rest. but I get asks far less often than I reblog ask memes so... I'm always happy to get more. I do get tagged in ask games more on this one, but writeblr is actually vaguely organized about tag lists so that makes sense. also I used to get tagged a bunch on my main and I rarely could find the posts again to follow up when I had time to answer.

What I’m Wearing: pajamas. staying warm and cozy

Lucky number: I don't remember what I said last time, but I like a lot of numbers. 64 is a good number. recently I've been debugging software in which 0x3E is my lucky status number and 0x0E taunts me. (um, decimal 62 and 14). Also my other favorite number i can't share until it's no longer the combination to the lock to the Secret Room. (or realistically never because opsec and i shouldn't make public the types of parents we use for that combination lock), honestly I aim to be like.... ah, I'm sure the anecdote involves G.H. Hardy but i don't remember on which side. anyway one mathematician remarked to another about how the id number of the taxi he rode in was sadly uninteresting, and the one I aspire to be like, argued "what are you talking about, this number is interesting because ______" and I'd like to be able to do that for any arbitrary number thrown at me. (hi yes math is good, history is hard, math history is interesting yet i still forget the people even if i remember the math. except when things are named after people, but that tends to be, like, Euler and LaGrange and other people who did lots of cool science things so i remember the methods and the names of the methods separately which never helps)

Amount of sleep: ....depression both screws with my sleep schedule and means I always feel like I need more sleep except when I wake up at 5pm and feel like I've wasted the day. so yeah. I can never get enough sleep

Favorite food: yes (why do I have to pick a favorite?) uh, chocolate in most forms, many other sweet things, red meats (especially if served with potatoes), curry (especially if it has "too much" ginger), fresh-baked bread, chai the way my favorite local Indian restaurant makes it (spicier with just a little bit of sweet, which is the opposite of what i can get from the mocha machine at work which is wayyy sweet with a hint of spice but that inferior chai is still superior to coffee so i drink too much of it). also vegetables which I really don't eat enough of: sauteed zucchini and onions, roasted broccoli

Dream trip: dreaming requires creativity and tbh I funnel that mostly into my writing instead. I wouldn't mind going back to Korea for another visit though

Dream job: my current job is pretty good when I feel productive and when my debugging tools actually produce data maybe??? (they were not being helpful today. but i still mostly like my job.) dream job is probably this but with seniority and confidence and double the salary (while living in a similar area of the country; I wouldn't want to double my salary by moving to work for Google in California and having less available after rent than I do now)

Describe yourself as aesthetic things:

the smell of old books

the first glow of sunrise (the sunrise painting the mountains pink and gold)

a rainbow in the spray from a waterfall

the flicker of distant lightning (watching a thunderstorm fade into the distance)

this picture

Random fact: about me or about the world?

how about a combination answer: when we got our new handbell music this season, we only looked at half the pieces our first rehearsal and afterwards I tried to look up one of the pieces we hadn't gotten to on YouTube because it's got a weird time signature and I wanted to get a feel for how fast it would go and how strict the counting is...... except it turns out we're the first group to ever play the piece. it was commissioned recently but seeing my conductor's name on the page didn't tell me how new it was because he's super prolific. (the fact that it was on printer paper without the publisher's graphics should have been a giveaway but it's only the second time I've been among the first to play one of his pieces so I think I can be excused for not realizing)

Languages: mostly just English, but I took Spanish for years, so I can hold simple conversations in it. I can almost read sound out Hebrew fast enough to keep up in services, and I know some random Hebrew vocab but comparatively no grammar. and I took Korean in college, enough that I can recognize sentence structure but I can really only speak tourist-Korean, though I can sound anything out (if it's typed. handwriting is hit or miss.) in both Hebrew and Korean (and Spanish tbh but i don't often listen to Spanish music) I'm very proud when I can separate the words enough, listening to a song, to translate them without looking up the lyrics. also I tried to learn Japanese from Duolingo when it was new, but I still hadn't gotten the kana straight when it started progressing to kanji so that was a rough time and I went back to Hebrew.

tbh I "dabble" in "language learning" which really means I start a million courses on Duo and stick with none of them. with the notable exception of French, which I acknowledge is super common and probably a good idea to learn but the spelling and pronunciation seem so arbitrary I'm scared to look close enough to learn it properly, and I've never particularly considered starting the Duolingo course for French

I think I lost a few questions, because that's only 18 answers. whoops.

um... who to tag

@abluescarfonwaston if school hasn't drowned you in work yet and @copperscales I'm interested in both of your choices for lucky numbers especially.

... wow I'm blanking on other mutuals I haven't tagged recently. as usual lmk if you'd like to be edited in, or just answer the questions and tag me back, that's great too.

#tag games #i really like that 'describe yourself' question can we keep that around as a poetry prompt?#i think you also tagged me in a 'last line' tag game but i still haven't written anything #my creative energy has been (a) low and (b) directed specifically into generating matching titles for my purimgifts fics #i'll participate if i still remember by the time i'm doing 'real' writing again or you can just tag me the next time that game comes around

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matan4il · 7 years ago

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I was tagged by one of my fave people in the world, @irisnsc. <3

Rules: answer these questions then tag 20 blogs you’d like to know better

Nickname(s): Hmmm. They used to call me ‘Pokemon’ during my army days. Currently? I guess my best gay male friend has a nickname for me, which translates into English as ‘little chick’, only in Hebrew the word he uses is in the feminine and ‘chick’ isn’t a misogynistic term, so it’s actually cuter than the English. And my sister called me ‘Alissy’ instead of plain old ‘Alice’ which I really like for some reason. And the amazing Amy @aaron-fan calls me ‘motek’, which is sweetie in Hebrew and I adore it. <3

Zodiac: Gemini

Height: 1.50 meters (5', yes I’m extremely short and I own it)

Time: 22:45 (10:45 PM)

Favorite Band/Artist: Could never choose just one. But honorable mentions? Leonard Cohen, Queen, Ivri Lider, Idan Reichel, Simon and Garfunkel, Florence and the Machine, OneRepublic, Adam Lambert, Maroon 5, The Scissor Sisters, Mumford and Sons, etc.

Song stuck in my head: Rita - Mizman (For a Long Time)

Last movie I saw: Last movie, an Israeli one called The Battle over the Building Committee. It’s a political satire and the building in the film is a metaphor for the State of Israel. Non-Israeli? Big Hero 6.

Last thing I googled: Lyrics for an Israeli song I heard on the radio this morning.

Other blogs: Mostly a political blog I use to comment on other people’s posts.

Do I get asks: I used to and I really enjoyed it.

Why I chose this username: Matan means ‘giving’ in Hebrew. ‘IL’ is the internet code for Israel. So - ‘giving for Israel’. I chose it when I was 17 and started volunteering in all sorts of projects and can’t bring myself to change it.

Average amount of sleep: Radically changes. The range is 1-22 hours.

Lucky number: 7 and 12

What I’m wearing: Black shirt and jeans.

Dream job: What I do now only getting to do it globally, not just locally.

Dream trip: Any trip where I can see friends that I love. <3 And one following the great writers of the British Isles, I’ve been wanting to do that since I was in highschool.

Favorite food: Spaghetti, pasta, mamaliga.

Play any instruments: Recorder, keyboard.

Eye color: Green

Hair color: Dark Brown

Languages you speak: Hebrew, English, Romanian fluently, French to a degree, and then in ever (and quickly) descending order: German, Yiddish, Arabic, Spanish, Italian

Most iconic song: It Can’t Come Quickly Enough - The Scissor Sisters

Random fact: I couldn’t curse to save my life until I started my army service and the guys decided they had to “educate” me.

I tag...

OK, I’m gonna use this as an opportunity to confess a bit more publicly to something. I suffer from anxiety and have a bit of an OCD thing going on. That means for a long while now, there have been people I’ve wanted to follow and have not been able to because that part of my brain doesn’t let me. I still wanted you lovely people to know that it’s not you, it’s me and my damn broken brain. So I’m tagging you and you don’t have to fill the meme (though it’d be fun if you do), I just want you to know you’re on the list of people I wanna be able to follow and hope I can soon as I try to make my way out of this mental block I’m suffering. Basically, this is love being sent your way and me telling you that while I may not be following right now, I will the second I can and that from time to time, I’ll still hop onto your blogs to see your content. <333 And yeah, it’s a bit of a list. This has been going on for longer than I cared to admit. :/ @ceri4488 @bellamyblake @snarfettelove @drawlallvowels @phantomsbaebe @sugglesmiles @starsdah-b @halethesourestwolf @imre-gr @kazuliyah @i-cordelia @eloquentmydear @7amlecturerambles @alltheshadesofamber @rayblayblay @eightysevenbabe @peacockrobber @iwillsendapostcard @beautyinthespacebetween @rafarobron4ever @stumble-upon-chris @theredandwhitequeen @hxllygrxce @kantfindausername @istillfeelicantrustyou @a-rabbit-of-negative--euphoria @joyous2607 @alicemxoxo @soapsandshipping @kuusa23 @anidorikiladratalianna @livingthroughthesilence @katharsxs @rosesugden @twixxee @facetowardthesunshine @e-l-l-a-a-d-a-m-s @badmadammim @hubz88 @margaretha123 @darrrlingu @sugdenfamfan @goneverstop @liliyarn @purpledoglover21 @raelee514 @rachelsbags @lelket @itstrulyoutrageous @jiim-moriarty @scottt190 @blondhairedking @chanelxbeauty @willpjackson @iamuselesssowhat86 @sophilly @bubblygibberish @dannavonet @bonnietoyourclyde @robronatlast @geekgirlwiggins @karin1027 @irshbeth-blog @annemarisa @hadathoughtbutnowitsgone @mytwosuperheros @phanlover28 @babyfacejazz @annemonyk-g @suruatdlareme @howellobrien @bell88x9y @meimeibelle @bismoaking @lambrinichampagne @ranak40 @impalagurl67 @veryveryverytemporarily @nicola-1998 @haceleyes @nettiekid @itswheremydemonshide10 @cant-getno-sleep @sour-grape-s @tonyspegasus @starlightcandythings @danrdarrenc @dingleminyard

#irisnsc #tumblr #Tumblr Games #personal #<333

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jatamansi-arc · 7 years ago

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So, if you think I have deep thoughts about Supernatural and all the biblical contexts within in, let me introduce you to my best friend, who literally is like Rabbi Audrey and will school everyone about her feelings. Including me.

Minor spoilers for the episode tonight, but it’s only in a biblical sense of talking about the Big Empty/the Empty Itself:

Felicia: what do you think the empty was supposed to represent like biblically i'm just curious

Audrey: tohu va vohu formless and void

Felicia: yeah, i was wondering that, but then i also felt like chuck/amara fit that but now i'm like hahaha demiurge and sister

Audrey: amara is the darkness on the face of the deep

Felicia: i was thinking tzimtzum but i felt like that was too vague/broad

Audrey: i think its just tohu va bohu tbh since it literally says its the nothingness before creation

Felicia: true i want to know more about this crotchy, sleep deprived empty tho

Audrey: also that is how sheol is described in the hebrew bible, the land of shades etc, where you sleep with your ancestors forever shades arent ghosts mind you they are somethihg else

Felicia: i know this, i write a jewish mortician who communicates with the dead jewishly lol

Audrey: https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tohu_wa-bohu

Felicia: did u just wikipedia me u fucking little shit

Audrey: its supposed to conjure a void desert of nothingness yes i mean its pretty straight forward

Felicia: i would like a dessert of nothingness right about now but i'll settle for a desert

Audrey: i coulda link you strongs and mechon memre hebrew instead

Felicia: i am more offended you think i'm on basic level gurl

Audrey: i dont i just want something not in hebrew to link lol

Felicia: okay, fair

Audrey: basically idk if it goes into this cause i disnt read it yet but like its a description of nothingness that isnt negative its a play on words if that makes sense like in english we have to describe nothing as without things

Felicia: english is so weirdly tedious

Audrey: yeah amara is like https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tehom the darkness on the deep, tehom actually tehom was often depicted as a female chaos diety of sorta in ancient near eastern myths pre bible ie, tiamat and chuck is just god, the ruah ha elohim, the wind on the face of the deep it makes sense that they would differentiate the empty from the darkness actually, since the bible does as well most people just dont notice it pretty impressive for spn negl

Felicia: god, i love when you talk biblical

Audrey: also its interesting that they say all dead demons and angels go there since that is also biblical af, the idea that sheol is the final resting place of everyone good and bad http://www.mechon-mamre.org/p/pt/pt1232.htm

Felicia: yihhhhh one of my favorite things i appreciate this link

Audrey: http://www.mechon-mamre.org/p/pt/pt1231.htm technically starts here at like vs 15

Felicia: also i kind of love that, if angels and demons both go to the same place, and that includes archangels castiel has more willpower than say, even gabriel though i want gabe to come back gdi danke

Audrey: >18 To whom art thou thus like in glory and in greatness among the trees of Eden? yet shall thou be brought down with the trees of Eden unto the nether parts of the earth; thou shalt lie in the midst of the uncircumcised, with them that are slain by the sword. This is Pharaoh and all his multitude, saith the Lord GOD.' basically this is some horrifying image of literally just everyone dead in their graves the good the bad, on both sides asleep forever tfw literally studied this is school .;3 religious studies best studies

Felicia: i know dis i want to do religious studies more when i go back

Audrey: this is also relevant http://www.mechon-mamre.org/p/pt/pt2703.htm so to translate this in easy english basically job is like, i wish i was never even born tbh i wanna be like a stillborn baby and never even be awake i wanna be in nothingness with all the great men who died in the past everything there is free and at peace, nobody has regrets etc (aka the shit the empty was saying to cas) and if everything in life is crap then death and nothing is the best option and even god fucked me

Felicia: basically: god was a little late on inventing the prozac for job

Audrey: 25 For the thing which I did fear is come upon me, and that which I was afraid of hath overtaken me. 26 I was not at ease, neither was I quiet, neither had I rest; but trouble came.

Felicia: DON'T YOU EVEN DARE

Audrey: tldr castiel is job

Felicia: even though it's true DON'T SHAME MY SON IN THIS WAY you come into my house and call my son that melodramatic man

Audrey: he is literally job i mean he does nothing wrong but god fucks him just because yolo he cant catch a damn break he cant even die

Felicia: i know but like fuck this i just want my son to be happy castiel: angel of death but cannot even die properly does this not figure

Audrey: in the end job is happy but its the kind of happy you find at the bottom of everything, to quote bright eyes

Felicia: i hate you

Audrey: https://youtu.be/2GHyLhbdzN0 truth tho https://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/brighteyes/atthebottomofeverything.html literally one of the most philosophically legit songs ever written, not even sorry

Felicia: i didn't sign up to have these feels right now

Audrey:

#ooc #spn spoilers #castiel #supernatural

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dailyaudiobible · 5 years ago

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06/18/2020 DAB Transcript

1 Kings 19:1-21, Acts 12:1-23, Psalms 136:1-26, Proverbs 17:14-15

Today is the 18th day of June welcome to the Daily Audio Bible I'm Brian it is a joy and an honor to be here with you today around the Global Campfire as we just kind of step away for second. There’s always plenty of distraction and there's always swirling thoughts that can kind of pull us away and lead us down paths that lead us in a funky mood or whatever. There’s always something, but this little space that we've created each day is an oasis. We just kind of step away from it all. It's not going anywhere. We…we might change in the process and approach it differently when we return, but this is just permission to allow God's word to speak into our lives and just rest in that knowing that we’re not alone. If you're listening to this right now, you're not listening alone. Nobody ever is. Ever. So, we just ease back, relax, and let God's word speak. And that will take us back into the book of first Kings. Yesterday we had a showdown in a place called Mount Caramel which still exists until this very day. It’s a mountain. And there's a king in the North, his name is Ahab and there’s a prophet in the North and his name is Elijah. And there was a showdown between the God of Israel and the prophets of Baal. The prophets of Baal are no longer with us, but Elijah is. God showed up with fire from heaven, loosed the skies so that rain, which had been absent for three years is coming upon the land. Ahab the king is in his chariot racing back to Jezreel. Elijah’s running and running faster than the chariot to outrun this storm. Meanwhile, Ahab's wife, her name is Jezebel, is about to find out that all her prophets are dead. She doesn't know it yet. And that's where we pick up the story. We’re reading from the New Living Translation this week. First Kings chapter 19 today.

Commentary:

Okay, so we can’t skip by first Kings because this is such an amazing story, it’s such an interesting turn. So, Elijah has prophesied to the King of Israel Ahab that there's going to be no rain. Ahab searches for Elijah for three years all over the known world trying to find him because there isn't any rain. Elijah shows back up on the scene and confronts the king, summons the prophets of Baal to mount caramel and essentially throws down a challenge that the God who answers from heaven by fire is the true God. Of course, the people were like, “yeah that sounds like a good deal. The God who answers by fire from heaven, that would be the most powerful God. That's a good deal.” And, so, this all happens, the prophets of Baal spent all day cutting themselves and the whole thing. And then God answers by fire. The prophets of Baal are killed. Rain comes back to the land. Ahab the king is racing back in his chariot to his wife Jezebel who’s in the city of Jezreel. Jezebel finds out that her prophets are dead even though fire came from heaven and the people's hearts are returning to the God of Israel. She's not Hebrew. She…she…she married the king for an alliance. So, the Hebrew God and the Hebrew traditions and the Hebrew way of things, this isn't so important to her. She's very upset and she sends a note to Elijah that says, “may God punish me very severely, even kill me, if I don't kill you by tomorrow, basically, “if your heads on your shoulders tomorrow then may God judge me.” And it's really interesting what happens there because Elijah had just…I mean…the miraculous was all around him. The things that God had just done to affirm him as His prophet, the power that had just been displayed, like he should be walking, you know, a foot off the ground in confidence and the people's hearts are returning to God. Like he should be…like, this is…this is a big thing. But he gets this is note and he freaks out and he runs away. The prophet who had just called down fire from heaven runs away out of fear from Jezebel. And he doesn't like just run and hide, he seriously actually flees, he runs far. So, he is in the northern kingdom of Israel near Mount Carmel, which is kind of somewhat of a coastal mountain. It's not right on the ocean but it's not that far from the Mediterranean coast. This is…this is the Jezreel Valley. This is fertile territory. He runs south all the way to Beersheba, which is in the transition zone of the desert, the southernmost border city of ancient Israel, now Judah. So, Elijah crosses an international border from Israel into Judah, keeps fleeing south to Beersheba, leaves his servant and then goes into the no man's land of the desert, not just camping out and hiding in the desert but continuing in the desert all the way into Egypt. All the way to Mount Sinai where we spent so much of our time earlier in the year where the law was given. I've never…I never measured. Like I’m guessing here, but I'm thinking that to drive from Mount Caramel all the way to Mount Sinai, even with like with no delays whatsoever at all, that's gotta be like 10 hours just moving steadily in a car. And that's if there's like interstate. Like we’re talking about barren wilderness, empty desert here. And he’s on foot. So, this is a very long way that he's running. And he gets back to this mountain and it's beautiful that he would go. Like he…he really feels alone here. And, so, he’s making this journey. It's just interesting. He gets to Mount Sinai and he's in a cave and he's waiting, and God shows up and God says, “what are you doing here, Elijah?” That is so interesting. Elijah, of course, pours out his heart. Like he's the only one. There's nobody left, He’s the only one that's true, everybody's trying to kill him. He's…he's at the bottom, right? He's really, really low and he's kind of gone on almost a pilgrimage to make some sense of all of this and God tells him to come out to meet him on the mountain. And that's when it's really really fascinating because all the power is displayed on the mountain. I mean the same kind of power that was shown up at Mont Carmel - fire from heaven and everything. So, there's a windstorm and rocks are falling off the side of the mountain and God’s not in that. And there's an earthquake and that shakes the whole land and God’s not in it. And there's fire and God’s not in it. Like it's not in all these fantastic displays of power that you would expect. That's what we’re looking for, the signs and the wonders. Instead it's just in the whisper. Elijah knows that God’s out there waiting now in the still small voice. And he goes out and God asks him again, “what are you doing here?” And Elijah then pours out his heart. Like I'm the only one. There's nobody left. This…this is why I’m here. Like everybody has abandoned you and everyone is trying to kill me. And that's when God tells him, “it’s not true. Go back the way you came. You have to appoint a new king. Like my plan isn't finished. What's happening here isn't over. Your job isn't done. You have to appoint your successor as well, a new prophet in Israel. Your work isn't finished.” Man, I…I love the story because it's…you know…we have a very, very good narrative. It's a very well reading story. It’s a beautiful story to behold. But once it becomes a mirror it's a pretty serious story to penetrate deep into our own hearts because how many times have we been this character in this story? How many times have we heard from God, obeyed God, walked in the confidence of the Lord, seen God move in our lives until somebody is offended and we get a text, we get a nasty note, and then we run, run, run, run, run until we’re out in the wilderness again, wandering again, alone again. And it’s like God comes to us in His kindness and mercy and says, “what are you doing here?” And maybe that's the question for the day. Maybe that's the question for this season. Maybe that's the question that needs to be asked. What are you doing here? And maybe you got here because you were looking for God chasing signs and wonders looking for him to show up in his power and majesty when He never left you, he never forsook you. He was always there, the still small voice. He was never absent from you. And maybe He’s saying, “go back the way you came. Your work is not accomplished yet.” It's funny, no matter how many times I think about that story there's never a time that I can’t think of some area in my life that that does not apply to. And I think of lots of times in my lives…life in years well gone by where clearly…where looking for God in the wilderness was sort of the way I lived, wandering around in the barrenness looking for something. And I am so grateful that…that God comes to each one of us at one point or another with the same question, “what are you doing here?” And, so, may we stir some of that into our cup today and sip on it as we ponder.

Prayer:

Father, we invite You into that. I mean it's true. We’ve spent plenty of our lives wandering in the wilderness. We’ve spent plenty of our lives on the run from things. We don’t often slow down enough to search for You in…in all of this. We’re usually waiting for You to move things out of our way so that we can just walk on…on a path. We’re just waiting for…for You to show up and do things for us, not expecting that You might show up and say, “what are You doing here?” So, we invite You into that. We need Your leadership, we need Your counsel, we need Your correction, we need Your rebuke, we need Your kindness, we need You. And, so, we open ourselves to You so that You might lead us in the steps forward from here. Come Holy Spirit we pray. In Jesus’ name we ask. Amen.

Song:

Sanctuary - Chris Rodriguez

Seems I left the innocence of Eden long ago Tempted by my heart to go it on my own Beyond the garden, somehow through the desert Of my wanderings alone, You have never let me go

I turn from You and still You cover me I fall so far, You find me in the deep Anywhere I am, anywhere I am You sanctuary me

I have felt the separation deep within my bones Brought me to my knees, crying out for hope Beyond the garden, somehow through my tears You heard the words I could not speak, You were there to rescue me

I turn from You and still You cover me I fall so far, You find me in the deep I lose my way, You're reaching out to me Anywhere I am, anywhere I am, You sanctuary me

I turn from You and still You cover me

I fall so far, You find me in the deep

I lose my way, You're reaching out to me

Anywhere I am, anywhere I am, You sanctuary me

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youngandhungryent · 5 years ago

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Who Is Clever? The Music Industry's Best-Kept Secret Is Working With Post Malone & Justin Bieber

Clever is an enigmatic talent. The 34-year-old Alabama native is currently in the midst of blowing up after his appearance on Juice WRLD's most recent album A Death Race For Love. The release of last year's "When Only You Will Do" put him on people's radar and once he featured on "Ring Ring," everybody had the same question on their minds: Who Is Clever?

For over a decade, the recording artist has been honing his craft, learning the ins and outs of the business and adapting to his surroundings. The rising star started as a poet, writing rhymes before transitioning into the world of music. You may be asking yourself why it took so long for Clever to start gaining nationwide attention. A few years ago, his phone was not as busy as it is today. Nowadays, people like 21 Savage, the Migos, Lil Baby, G Herbo and more are trying to get in the studio with him. Things weren't always that way though.

After a stint in prison and a label deal gone wrong, Clever is finally back on his feet and he's ready to make a major impact. Offering something that nobody else in the game can quite encapsulate, the Alabama musician is on pace to end the year in stellar fashion. Following the release of his new project Who Is Clever?, we spoke with the artist to learn more about what he's all about.

Read our full interview below, edited for clarity and length.

HNHH: What’s good Clever, how you doing?

Clever: I’m good. I’m getting my face tatted at the moment.

You’re getting your face tatted?

As we speak, yeah.

What are you getting?

I’m actually covering one up. I’ma get an umbrella under my eye.

Any meaning for that, or you just felt like getting an umbrella?

Like teardrops, like raindrops. There’s no great meaning behind it, no. It’s just the best thing I could come up with to cover up this ugly ass tat that I got.

I feel you on that bro. It’s a pleasure to speak with you. I wanted to start off with the question on everybody’s mind: Who is Clever?

[Laughs] You know, I’m trying to get to know him myself. I’m just an artist from Alabama, bro. Just trying to make my way one song at a time. We’ve done a lot of singles. This album was for the fans, to kind of give them something, I feel like it wasn’t sitting around waiting for shit. It was time to pull the trigger. But to tell you who I am, to make it simple, I’m just an everyday artist trying to make a way.

I respect that. There’s not a lot of information about you online. I read somewhere that you had been making music for over a decade, you said you’re from Alabama, you’re 35 years-old-

34.

34! I’m sorry, bro.

It’s all good. Don’t get me wrong it’s all good. Someone got it wrong and everybody’s got it wrong since. You’ll be the first to tell them the truth.

[Laughs] So tell us about your upbringing. What led you to this path?

Well, early on I was writing poetry. Eventually, I transitioned into hip-hop music. At first, I was doing more straight-rap type stuff. I was a 106 & Park “Freestyle Friday” champion, way back when. On BET, I did BET Spring Bling’s freestyle battle. I won that back in 2006, and we’re talking about a long time ago. At some point, I had a good following around town, in my hometown which is a small city in Alabama. I got asked to have my own radio show on a local clear channel station and did that for a good bit. Eventually, I did some time, got into some trouble, it held me back a good bit. I got into a shitty deal, which held me back another four years, or so. During that time I was writing songs for other people. I got a placement with Snoop Dogg, Kurupt, some old-school heads. I was writing everything under the sun, really. I got with a lot of different publishing companies out in LA and was writing songs with David Foster and a bunch of cats. I wrote a whole album for this Israel duo that was translating from Hebrew to English.

Shit, that’s fucking cool.

Yeah, bro. I wrote fucking opera songs, I wrote Christmas songs, I wrote em’ all. But at some point, once I got out of the shitty deal, it was time to get back to doing some solo shit, and getting back to work, and doing what it is that I do. As soon as we got out of the deal, the first song and video we did was “When Only You Will Do.” We got a lot of game, a lot of traction off of“When Only You Will Do” and loyalty, and things like that. We ended up linking with Lil Bibby. That’s kind of what put me and Juice [WRLD] together. After that, it’s just been left and right. People coming at us, wanting to do records. Right now we’re talking to Post Malone about possibly bringing him into the picture. So it’s just one thing on to the next bro.

Yeah, that’s what I’ve been seeing. You’ve been chilling with Post a lot. Personally, I think that you two have this kind of vibe that would sound perfect together on a track. You both go for that little vibrato vibe, like extreme melody-making.

Yeah, absolutely.

Have you guys been in the studio together?

No, you know we got a record we been working on. I’ve already done my piece of it, he already knows every word to it, so I imagine he’s gonna play with it. I think it’s going to be a done deal. Me and Tyla Yahweh just laid one down. Me and Skrillex got a record that’s going to come out soon. I even chit chatted with Justin Bieber about doing a song with him on his new album.

You're going crazy out here right now, Clever!

You know, it’s looking up. Hopefully, we can get some of those nailed down. But I’m ready to do solo shit too. I got a bunch of solo records just sitting on the shelf that’s itching to go. A lot of the songs you hear on the EP are songs that I love personally. But, we have a gang of that shit. There are at least 60-75 songs that are just as good, if not better then those records, that are just sitting around. It was time to put some of that out. I felt like we only had four or five records out for a long time and it was really time for people to sit down and get to listen to a good bit of what we do.

Absolutely. It’s nice to see you blowing up. Do you remember the exact moment that you fell in love with music?

Man, growing up my mother used to clean this church. I would go down there and chill in the sanctuary. I was maybe 7 or 8 years-old and I would just bang on the piano. I ended up learning how to run the soundboard at that place. Just trying to figure out how to turn the microphone on took me eight or nine trips of going with her just to go play around in church while she was doing her thing. So, I think around that point. My dad, once upon a time we was going down a road and he was playing this old John Mellencamp record, and he paused the record and told me what the line said. He rewound it back and it was a funny ass line, he played it back and we had a good laugh about it. I think just that bond, knowing that it creates that type of bond between two people, just did it for me. Writing poetry, it just seemed like music was the only thing I wasn’t writing at that time. I began to love it when I saw it as a challenge, lyrically. Everybody sings in the shower, but it’s another thing to lay it down. Once you start listening to yourself and critiquing yourself, I mean…I was always a competitive person and trying to be the best at everything I did. So for me, music was more than just an escape from reality. It was something that I wanted to strive to be better at. I think at some point it’s too late to turn back and you gotta just keep trucking. But, I mean it’s hard to say exactly when I fell in love with it. I’ve always been in love with music, who hasn’t?

That's amazing. Your new EP, Who is Clever?, I feel like it’s going to be an introduction to your music for a lot of people. What kind of experience do you want people to get out of it?

For me, it’s really satisfying when people relate to the music in a way that helps them get through things, or feel some kind of emotional connection to what I do. But, at the same time I wanted to turn their heads and make them say “Who this is?”, you know what I’m saying? Like, who the fuck is this Clever dude? So, melodically I try to do things that make you say, “Wow, this is a little bit different.” That’s what I really want them to get out of it. Just that this is something new and it’s not the same old bullshit songs concept-wise. It may be in the ballpark, but it’s a little unpredictable at the same time. Something new, something fresh.

I think that’s special though because that’s something people are always looking for. People are going to hear that and right away, that’s something that makes somebody a fan.

Yeah, absolutely. There’s so much music that’s put out by record companies and stuff like that, and they try to do whatever is already working and it makes sense from a financial standpoint. But, when you look at the greats like Michael Jackson, Frank Sinatra, Elvis Presley, and The Beatles, they weren’t necessarily doing what the guys before them were doing. They were doing something ground-breaking. At this point in music, I feel like people think that it’s so hard to do something that hasn’t been done before, but you’re never going to get anywhere close to doing that just trying to take what inspires you to do this and just mimicking that. For me, it’s all about pushing it further.

For sure. From your lyrics, I get a sense that you’re a very deep, almost philosophical person. Is that fair to say?

Yeah, absolutely.

There's a lot of thematic content about heartbreak, drugs, and things along those lines on this project. Is it therapeutic for you to sing about this type of stuff and get that out in the world?

Absolutely. A lot of it early on was a means of escape. Once you write it, it’s almost like you’re putting it down, whether you’re writing on pen and pad, or on your phone, or just listening to it on an mp3 of some sort, you get it off your chest and put it somewhere else. So, for me, it’s almost just as therapeutic as the artist as it is for the listener to listen to it and relate to it. I can almost see a timeline from how I felt in that moment when I listen to an old song. I listen to the records, I’m one of my biggest critics, but I listen to my music a lot. More than I listen to anybody else. I’m listening to my shit over and over trying to make it what it is. It’s also therapeutic for me just to challenge myself when it comes to wordplay, metaphors, and double entendres, and so forth. It’s a game, in a sense. You’re really reaching to try to say something that’s never been said and put it in a way that only you can say it. It’s therapeutic in a lot of ways, especially emotionally when you can get it off your chest and put it down somewhere else.

What goes through your mind when you’re writing that kind of stuff, especially songs like “Wooden Box” and "Commissary." I feel like those are some of the most powerful songs on the project.

Right, well, “Wooden Box” just comes from experience. It may relate to you in a different way or hit you a little hard. But just reliving the experiences on paper or a record is a therapeutic thing for me. But “Wooden Box” and “Commissary” are in the same ballpark, it relates to the same subject. The feeling that goes into each song is always the same. You’re trying to dig as deep as you can into what you experienced in hopes that those who experienced the same thing can relate to it, or vibe to it.

You were talking about Juice WRLD before. I wanted to ask about the “Ring Ring” collaboration because I feel like that’s what introduced you to more of a mainstream audience this year. Tell me about how you guys linked up.

Well it was through G Money and Lil Bibby. Me and Carlton had already been sharing a lot of the early video clips that we hadn’t released yet on his page. We were holding on to them for a minute. Lil Bibby came across them, somehow G Money came across them through MyMixtapez. MyMixtapez hit us up and was really vibing to our shit early on. They hit up G Money, who is Lil Bibby’s brother. Juice WRLD is signed to the same independent production company that I’m also with that’s owned by Lil Bibby. When I went to LA to meet with Bibby and G Money for the first time, Juice WRLD was there. It was in his Airbnb that they were all kicking it. He was recording a song with Kodak [Black], I think, and Ski Mask, and a bunch of those cats from No Jumper. But when I walked in I was introduced to everybody and Juice had already listened to “Loyalty.” He was like, “Yo, you’re the dude that sings that 'Loyalty' song” and the song hadn’t come out yet. But he had heard the snippet and of course he heard the mp3 through Bibby and G Money. He was rocking with it early on and once we met, and hung out for a little bit, smoked one, this, that, and the other, we was instantly cool. He has a passion for music, I was also a freestyle guy way back when, and he does a lot of freestyles so I respect him as a freestyle artist. Once we chit-chatted it was all love. When it came time for him to release an album, I was first in line to get a feature. I was actually going to be on the song with him and Seezyn that went on the Spiderman soundtrack, but it kind of fell through. But his album came not long after that and I was lucky enough to get a slot.

Is there anyone in particular that you really want to work with in the future?

That’s a great question. There are several artists that I would love to work with. It’s funny, people would think that I’m reaching out to a lot of people trying to get features, spending a shit ton of money. The truth is, we haven’t asked for a feature yet, and they’re all coming to us. Luckily we’ve been blessed to have that come to us. But I think anybody that has a cool sound that’s not trying to ride that industry standard “This is what music should sound like”, there's no formula to music you know? I think that anybody that has an interesting something about their songwriting wise, or locally, I would love to work with them. I don’t know if I have anybody in particular. There are some interesting artists out there. I was a huge fan of Jay-Z. At some point, I would love to have a record with Jigga, man.

That would be sick actually! You said a lot of people have been calling you, and you previously said that 21 Savage, Lil Baby, Timbaland, Migos, and those kinds of guys were reaching out to you. Is there anybody else that’s banging your line these days?

Well, I get a lot of people. As I said, Justin Bieber just hit us up a couple of days ago. I’m going to do a record with him, I think, for his album. Post Malone, everyone that kind of came into the picture were not too shy about blasting it on Instagram. It’s left and right, I get a lot of producers that are really dope. Me and Tank God are gonna do some stuff. Me and Tyla Yahweh got some stuff coming out. The NoCap tape, I’m thinking about doing a tape with Rylo Rodriguez.

That’s one of my favorite songs on the project, by the way. The “Apartments” joint. I love it.

Yeah, so I can’t wait. We got a record that’s coming out called “Hold Back The River” that’s going to be on NoCap’s project. Then we got a video for it. I think we’re going to drop on Worldstar or something, not sure. But it’s hopefully going to come out within the next week or two. But I love the Alabama thing. NoCap is from Alabama, Rylo Rodriguez is from Alabama, and so am I. So to do it for the home state is dope.

What kind of advice would you give to somebody that’s still hustling to make it in the music business?

I would say stick to one thing and try to master it. Because a lot of people get on a different wave. You see some people that got famous from YouTube, or back in the day it was MySpace. You had a couple of MySpace cats that got big. There was a SoundCloud wave where there was a number of people that got big on that platform. I think if you focus on one platform and really put your energy into that, you don’t want to spread yourself too thin on a bunch of platforms, you don’t want to be absent on other platforms, but I think you should focus on one if you’re looking to gain followers. But honestly, the best advice would be to stop following the norm. Just start doing something that’s a little different. If you look at people who are going around trolling and trying to mimic them, it’s the same old shit. There’s nothing different, everybody takes almost the same approach in music today. At the end of the day, you gotta have dope ass music so you need to do something different to turn people’s heads and stand out. Stick to one platform, try to master that shit, and do something that they never heard before. Don’t bring the same shit to the table, no one wants to hear that shit again.

Facts. Now that the EP is out, what’s on tap for the rest of the year?

Yeah, we’re going to be performing at the Day N Vegas Festival in a few weeks. Then, I really want to drop the NoCap tape. I think his label is waiting and they want to drop his solo project first. We’ve been talking about doing a “Stick By My Side” remix. I’m hoping that that’s going to come out at some point this year. Then it’s all about finishing some of the features we got going with Post, Justin Bieber, me and [YFN] Lucci doing a song. We got a lot of shit coming. We don’t stop. Of course we’re preparing to do another big run in 2020, but 19’ not over yet, and I think we still got time. This years nowhere near over, a couple of months can do a lot. We got more shit to drop. The “Hold Back The River” joint was going to be on this EP with NoCap, but it’s going to be on his project. We could drop that video any day now. I’m hoping to drop that and the “Stick By My Side” remix before this year is over with.

That’s exciting man, honestly I’m really happy to see that people are actually picking up on you. It’s nice to see you succeed, and it’s really nice to be able to talk to you.

For sure, bro. I love HotNewHipHop.

I hope you enjoy the rest of your day. Take care.

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REALLY LONG CHARACTER SURVEY. RULES. repost , don’t reblog ! tag 10 ! good luck ! TAGGED. i took it from myself bc i was bored TAGGING. spiritmiinded, soughtdawn, clandestinesque, spyblooded, starveincd, pastryblooded, and anyone else who wants to do it who hasnt already

BASICS.

FULL NAME : jean otus NICKNAME : the cigarette peddler / receiver depending on the translation, the cigaretter receiver jean AGE : thirty BIRTHDAY : unknown ETHNIC GROUP : white NATIONALITY : german (? subject to change) LANGUAGE / S : english, japanese, german SEXUAL ORIENTATION : bisexual ROMANTIC ORIENTATION : biromantic RELATIONSHIP STATUS : verse dependent, canonically single HOME TOWN / AREA : born in the Bādon district of the country (at the beak of the bird) CURRENT HOME : he currently still lives in Bādon in a large apartment complex (he lives on the top floor, but only because he and his sister manage the building) PROFESSION : second in command at the ACCA inspections department

PHYSICAL.

SKIN : fair skin that is scarless for the most part, no acne or notable blemishes except for some small birthmarks of no particular shape on his lower back EYES: sky blue; the perfect blue color. they are often shaped in a tired, disinterested look of a poker face, but when smiling the softness is shown through them the most. more emotion can be seen through jean’s eyes than any other feature on him FACE : his face is rather long for the most part, not a baby face in any form, but it doesnt look scrawny or make him look sickly either. he has a longer nose as well that is more lengthy on the bridge than the point itself LIPS : arent particularly special. theyre not too thick, not too thin, and they are often in a straight line / resting. they dont get chapped often because he drinks enough to keep them hydrated and they are not bitten or chewed at in any form. when smiling, small dimples (barely noticiable) come on his cheeks COMPLEXION : isnt anything particularly special. its not like he keeps his skin flawless (he has no particular interest in that), but jean is one of the lucky ones who is blessed to not have much acne. he cleans his face in the shower / when its dirty, but with that taken out of the picture, jean doesnt participate in washing it to the excess. its just naturally free of acne and other blemishes. he doesnt get red faced either, nor does he (or would he) wear makeup to cover it up BLEMISHES : besides the small birthmarks on his lower back, he doesn’t have any SCARS : none TATTOOS : none HEIGHT : 177.5cm / 5′10″ WEIGHT : 72.57kg / 160lbs BUILD : has muscle, but nothing extraordinary. his strongest muscle point is in his wide / broad shoulders, but the rest of body just has lean muscle. he appears rather thin, so you wouldnt be able to tell he had much muscle unless stripping him down / seeing him shirtless / etc. he has a flat stomach, but there isnt much developed muscle through his stomach. the abs are there, but nothing noticable, really FEATURES : nothing particularly notable ALLERGIES : bee stings. there arent many bees in Bādon, but when jean travels to other districts he often has to bring medicine with him just in case he does get stung USUAL HAIR STYLE : golden hair with an undercut underneath a near-bowl hair style USUAL FACE LOOK : he typically is expressed with a poker face. jean doesnt smile often, or really show many other expressions for that matter, but all of his expressions are vibrant (but short lasting). his smile comes out a lot when hes drunk USUAL CLOTHING : typically hes seen wearing his ACCA uniform, with or without the jacket

PSYCHOLOGY.

FEAR / S : losing the people hes close to (i.e lotta and niino for the most part) ASPIRATION / S : completing his work every day, leaving ACCA somewhere down the line, finding niino (post ep8) POSITIVE TRAITS : adaptable, calm, candid, capable, compassion, determined, easygoing, empathetic, faithful, friendly (though it sometimes seems otherwise), honest, open-minded, punctual, etc NEGATIVE TRAITS : absent-minded, bored (sometimes), distracted, dull (before getting to know him), oblivious, etc MBTI : DEFENDER (ISFJ-A) ZODIAC : virgo (subject to change) TEMPEREMENT : phlegmatic SOUL TYPE / S : the helper ANIMALS : mouse VICE HABIT / S : SMOKING FAITH : christian (however, he is not very spiritual. religion does not matter much in his life, he just has his basic beliefs in the entity itself) GHOSTS ? : yes, but not a strong belief AFTERLIFE ? : yes REINCARNATION ? : probably not ALIENS ? : yeah he would POLITICAL ALIGNMENT : ACCA EDUCATION LEVEL : high school graduate

FAMILY.

FATHER : a poor man prior to managing an apartment complex (the one that was passed to jean and lotta after his death) that does not have much known about him. jean doesnt talk about him much because of his higher fondness towards his mother, but his father was not a particularly bad man. currently deceased from a train wreck MOTHER : a woman who was formerly the second princess of Dowa, but was removed from the royal roster for the sake of the country. she kept this to herself, even her husband and children when she met them / they were born, because she had faked her death to become a commoner on the streets. currently deceased from a train wreck SIBLINGS : lotta otus, approximately eighteen to twenty years old, is the younger sibling of jean. she has a striking resemblance to her mother, as jean notes, and currently lives with him in their shared apartment on the top floor. has a love for bread, pasteries, and just food in general really. she and jean are quite close to one another EXTENDED FAMILY : king falke II (jean’s grandfather, the current king in power), prince schwan (cousin), other royal family members NAME MEANING / S : jean’s first name in hebrew quite literally means “gift from God” while otus means “keen of hearing” in Greek HISTORICAL CONNECTION ? : historically speaking, jean is of a royal family bloodline. he does not know this for most of his life, nor does he care about it once he finds out that he is apart of it. he would have been the next king in line instead of schwan if not for his mother being removed off of the roster, but his bloodline is still all the more royal

FAVORITES.

BOOK : he hasnt read a book unrelated to work in some time, so he doesnt really have one MOVIE : see above 5 SONGS : jean listens to a lot of untitled instrumentals, mostly because it appeals to him. he will listen to other things on and off, but his favorite thing is typing in something along the lines of “relaxing music” in the search bar and clicking one of the 8 hour videos and just letting it play. he doesnt need to know the tracks, theyre good enough for him like this DEITY : speaking as hes christian, god / jesus obv HOLIDAY : christmas MONTH : he doesnt have one SEASON : spring. jean likes things to be mild and, despite how flimsy spring can be, he doesnt mind it too much. he likes when its not too hot, not too cold, but doesnt like it to be as chilled and rainy as it can be in fall. spring brings about rain as well, but not nearly as often as fall does, so this is a higher preference for him PLACE : at the bar / anywhere with niino, at home / anywhere with lotta, a bakery, the roof of the apartment complex WEATHER : he likes sun, but he doesnt like when its too hot. it has to be like, mild, because if its too hot then its uncomfortable for him. he likes when its breezy as well but, like previously said, not too much. just enough so that it isnt chilly SOUND : niino / lotta’s laugh, a gentle breeze blowing, rain SCENT / S : strawberry, cigarette smoke, baking bread, faint cologne scents (i e: a specific brand that niino wears), warm food cooking TASTE / S : strawberries, tobacco, bread (specifically tough bread) FEEL / S : the cigarette between his fingers, people he trusts rubbing his back, people he trusts petting his hair, silk ANIMAL / S : cats NUMBER : he doesnt have one COLORS : blue

EXTRA.

TALENTS : figuring out when someone is lying to him (for the most part), investigating BAD AT : getting close to people, expressing his emotions in a way that isnt just deadpan / poker faced, cooking, holding his liquor, dealing with social events (he isnt anxious, he just doesnt like being at them that much) TURN ONS : body worship (receiving), care, confidence, dirty talk, minimal marks, praise, soft biting (more to be added most likely) TURN OFFS : being too rough (he likes it softer, more making love-esque), having to beg too much, too much teasing (a little is okay) (more to be added most likely) HOBBIES : drinking with niino, smoking (is this considered a hobby? idk), listening to music, going to bakeries TROPES : “Royal blood”, “Smoking is cool”, etc QUOTES : “I never noticed I had an observer you’d assigned to me. But he isn’t a straightforward guy.” (to Grossular, about Niino) || “I smell tobbaco on you.” || “I try not to think of my subordinates as exceptional. After all, doubting them is my job.” (to Eider)

MUN QUESTIONS.

Q1 : if you could write your character your way in their own movie , what would it be called , what style would it be filmed in , and what would it be about ? A1 : what does ??????? this question even mean asldkfj Q2 : what would their soundtrack / score sound like ? A2 : itd probably be a lot of soft music. nothing super upbeat like pop and nothing like rock either. itd be maybe soft indie music, instrumentals, stuff like that Q3 : why did you start writing this character ? A3 : you know, i honestly wasnt going to write any muse from this fandom? i figured the rp part of it would be dead after i couldnt find anyone after some time, but a few of my friends got wound up with the show after i talked about it so much and after they decided to make blogs, i made the decision to join them. even though i dont get that many interactions and this blog is still extremely new, i love being on jean. hes a really good character and im glad my friends convinced me to write him Q4 : what first attracted you to this character ? A4 : honestly, it didnt come immediately. i never disliked jean, but i thought he was rather plain at first, which is to be understandable when you know how he is. i didnt think there was anything striking about him at all and i was more attracted to niino (i still am attracted to / love niino). that said, jean started to come to live more as the anime progressed and i found that hes really just a sweet bean and is VERY cute and i love him so so much. i think it was episode 3 when he was blushing / being precious and adorable while drunk that really got me getting gay for him Q5 : describe the biggest thing you dislike about your muse. A5 : definitely the fact that he smokes. i dont hate people because they smoke, but i have an extreme aversion to smoking due to the fact that i not only have asthma and its very bad for me to be around, but because of the fact that it smells awful Q6 : what do you have in common with your muse ? A6 : mmm, i think we’re similar in the fact that we’re pretty introverted and / or reserved and we like being away from social events and such Q7 : how does your muse feel about you ? A7 : i hope he likes me. i love him so Q8 : what characters does your muse have interesting interactions with ? A8 : honestly ? all of the interactions on my blog so far are great. my niino spyblooded and i already have like a kajillion threads and he loves their niino so so much <3. clandestinesque and i have an interesting thread and im not quite sure where we’re going to go with it but ive enjoyed it so far !!. spiritmiinded / astrallance and i also have good interactions too. we had great ones when i was still on keith too and im super happy that im still writing with them over here :’) Q9 : what gives you inspiration to write your muse ? A9 : i dont really get inspiration, im just kinda here, writing because i enjoy it lmfao Q10 : how long did this take you to complete ? A10 : idk exactly but 2-3 hours probably ? longer than it took me to complete keiths i know that

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