#also basically has 3 sister wives

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Arvid my beloved 😭😍😍

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Found/Fated/Forever

Part 1 Part 2

Pairing: BTS OT7 x Reader Genre: Fantasy, eventual smut, porn with plot, slow burn, hurt/comfort Characters: Supernatural!BTS, Vampire!Jungkook, Supernatural!Reader Content Warning: Y/N in danger Word Count: 3,100

���You want to WHAT?” You asked him, eyes wide, 

“Lower your voice! Someone next to you is gonna hear you yelling like that and call the bouncer.” He hissed. 

“Well I’m thinking that might be the right idea considering what the hell you just proposed to me.” you hissed back. 

“It’s not that crazy!” He insisted. “I step out of line, you blast me with radiant damage as hard as you can and if you don’t outright kill me, you’ll take the wind out of my sails plenty long enough to get far away from me.” 

You regarded him for a moment. “You JUST got through saying you had SIX mates. I know having two or three is rare, but you expect me to believe that you might have a SEVENTH mate and it might be me? We were vibing just now but I don’t know if we were vibing that hard.” 

“I also told you it's the same with each of my mates, something tells me I need to be somewhere, and by a crazy coincidence, we meet.” He adds. “I will know right away!” 

“Ugh!” You sighed, exasperated, resting your head in your hands. “You know 3 hours ago I walked into this club single, happy, looking to get drunk and have an easy fuck to forget a shitty day, and I’m walking out having saved a woman from a demon rapist, pissed off or turned on that demon rapist, and now I have a marriage proposal from the aether.”

“I can help with some of those issues, I think? You lost me there for a second I’m not going to lie to you.” 

You didn’t reply. 

“Look, I don’t want to pressure you. We had a great conversation over a strange and scary happenstance, and if you would rather go our separate ways as strangers having never learned the truth, then I respect that choice. Or the cheap fuck, if that option is still on the table.” 

You smacked him for the later remark. You sat, contemplative, and as if sensing you needed space, Jungkook excused himself for a cigarette, leaving you alone with your watered-down whiskey and your thoughts. 

I mean what are the chances right? He takes a little nibble, he spits it out, I take him back to mine, and we test out that vampiric stamina. It’s basically impossible that 1 person has 7 soul mates! You reasoned. On the other hand the one in a million, no billion, no TRILLION chances that you are this guy’s 7th sister wife what does that mean? Do I join his commune? They probably have a commune. Am I bonded to his other wives? Are they also vampires? I don’t think I have enough blood to go around. You rub your temples, frustration rising higher and higher in your body. I could also not choose. You reminded yourself. I could go home, forget this man, forget this night, and have everything go back to normal. 

Interrupting your thought process, David approached you. “You look mighty stressed.” 

“Yes!” You just about yelled at him. “Sorry, yes.” You said in a calmer tone. 

“Bar’s chill for the minute, what's up?”

You obviously couldn’t tell him the truth, but what if you were vague? Vague was okay. “I was confronted with a life-altering choice, and I don’t know what to do.” 

“Well, how do you usually make choices?” He asked, leaning back on the bar and crossing his arms. 

“I don’t. I find that fate has a way of making decisions for me.” 

“Well…” He shrugged, digging in his apron pocket. He slid forward a shiny, silver coin on the table. “You can have fate choose for you again.” 

You looked at him, then the coin. It’s my best bet. You thought to yourself, sliding the coin off the bar and into your hand, feeling the weight of it. May this lead me to the path of my destiny you willed into the coin before giving it a toss. 

The coin landed, and you understood what it was you had to do. 

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You met Jungkook on the street, just as he put a cigarette out on the cold pavement. 

“Hello,” he regarded you warmly. 

“I’ve decided.” You tell him. “Strings of fate and all that horse shite. I will blast the shit out of you if you take more than I tell you.” 

“You have my honor and my word.” He replied, punctuated with a dramatic bow. 

“Remember, blasting! And not the fun kind!” You warned him again, finger pointed sternly. 

“I would be disappointed in you if you gave me anything less.” 

“Anywhere really. I mean somewhere a little private. Like I said I just need a sip and I will know.” 

“Is my house okay? I mean you said you’d fuck me so I’d figure it was alright.” You asked, feeling shy suddenly. 

“Oh yeah, that’s fine!” Jungkook said. “I mean I was joking about the fuck thing I mean I just said it because you said it!”

You looked at him with a strange expression. 

“Not that I wouldn’t! You are extremely attractive! If you wanted to I would definitely be down don’t get me wrong I just-” He cut himself off. “I am making this so much worse for myself, aren’t I?”

“Very much so.” You said as you opened your umbrella and stepped out from under the awning. “Shut up and let’s go before I change my mind. The Uber will be here in a minute.” 

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You lived in a one-bedroom place in a modest part of town, inside an apartment block that never seemed to be quiet, with the exception of this moment. Jungkook sat politely at your small kitchen table, you stood and leaned against a kitchen counter, the silence hanging between the two of you only interrupted by the sound of the rain hammering at the window, and the kettle steadily coming to a boil. You regarded him again for a moment, before turning to your cabinets and pulling out two mismatched mugs. 

“The tea will be done in a minute.” You said, ripping open the tea bags, setting one in each cup. A few more minutes of silence passed before Jungkook stood suddenly.

“I’ve never done this before,” He blurted. 

You take a moment to process what it is he could mean by that. He’s mated so he’s certainly not a virgin, seems to be over a hundred so it’s not his first time drinking blood you thought, before your mind wanders further. I did not just invite this man into my home to kill me. Tell me I did not invite this man into my home to murder me. God DAMN it, I fell for his stupid necklace and that incubus is probably waiting for his signal nearby.

“I suggest you explain yourself quickly and clearly, because it is sounding to me like what you’ve never done is have your ass blasted as hard as I am about to.” You said, turning around slowly, eyes locked on him. No funny business dude.

“I wasn’t completely truthful with you before. A lie by omission I guess which doesn’t trip up the necklace but I am going to stop rambling because you seem really justifiably mad.” He said putting his hands up. You took a step closer, energy beginning to crackle at your palms. 

“Every single time I met my mates, I was called to meet them by happenstance. That is true. But every single time they knew, or guessed we might be mates before I did. So I have never personally tested the whole “someone else’s blood or energy should be poison to me” theory.” 

“So you have no idea if this is even going to work!?” You yelled at him, palms crackling further. “So I’ve just invited you into my home so you can what, make a snack out of me?”  

“I know it works!” Jungkook countered, taking a step back as if almost cowering. 

“How?!” You demanded, lowering your magic a bit. You weren’t going to kill him, not yet anyway. 

“30 years ago!” Jungkook blurted nervously. “One of my hyungs, we got into a huge fight and he ran away for a few months. He subsists on energy, and when he tried to take from people that he wasn’t mated to, it poisoned him. Badley. He was starving and as close to death when we finally found him.” 

You look at his necklace and wait. No glow. So he was telling the truth. You lowered your guard completely. 

“Jesus Christ dude you can’t phrase it that way! I thought you were going to say “I’ve never done this before, never murdered!” and then jumped me with that incubus freak.” 

“No, you are right about that and I am really sorry.” He took a step back toward you, sitting back at the table. 

“If you know it works,” You began, pouring the now boiling water into each prepared mug. “You didn’t have to tell me you’d never tried it personally.” You said, placing each up on the table and joining him at the opposite seat. “It has no bearing on the outcome for you, so why did you feel the need to tell me?”

“Ah well,” he began, stirring a scoop of sugar into his tea idly. “I’m a stranger, asking you to make a big leap of faith that sure, benefits you, but also benefits me. I couldn’t sit right with knowing you didn’t have every piece of information I could offer you.”

“I… appreciate that.” You remarked, dumping 3 ice cubes into your tea. “I don’t like to wait for it to cool,” you admitted, somewhat sheepishly. 

“No, I don’t get the impression you do like to wait for much,” Jungkook replied, offering his cup to cheers with yours. You clink mugs and drink your tea in comfortable silence.  

~~~~~

“So how is this done usually?” You asked him, standing face to face in your combined living room and bedroom area. 

“Truthfully?” He asked you.

“Truthfully.” You confirmed. 

“My kind typically have been the stalk you, grab you and lure you into a dark alleyway and drain you of all your blood or charm you with magic and charisma and lure you to a place where we do the same thing, sort of people.” 

“I am confirming that that is not what we are trying to accomplish?” You half-jokingly asked. 

“That is not what we are trying to accomplish.” He confirmed. “I want you to be comfortable. However, wherever would be the most comfortable for you is where I want to do it.” 

“Um, okay.” You looked around. “I guess for me that would be my bed, that isn’t weird right?” 

“Not at all,” He confirmed, allowing you to lead the way. 

“But-” You stopped halfway before getting onto your bed. “It’s just my duvet is white, maybe I should put down a towel? In case things get messy.” 

He scoffed at that. “I am not such a pedestrian, I reckon I have been drinking blood since you were born.” 

“Are you sure about that?” You looked him up and down. Vampires didn’t age, sure, but surely he couldn’t be THAT much older than you, right? 

“If I get so much as a drop on your duvet, I will replace it with any duvet of your choice.” He said, placing his hand on his heart. 

“It doesn’t mean that much when you place your hand over an undead heart.” You said knocking his hand off his own chest. “But you’re not glowing, so I will take your word for it.” You said, sitting down. “Come, sit.” You invited him with a pat on the bed. He obliged. 

“Hey,” You began, after letting a few beats of silence pass. “Do you think we could just lay side by side for a few minutes?” 

“Oh, yeah, sure.” He said, following your lead and sliding himself up the bed, laying comfortably on one side, you on the other. 

A long silence hung in the air. “I fuck strangers and this is somehow the most intimate I’ve been with one ever.” You remarked sarcastically. Jungkook chuckled lightly in response, 

“Me too.” 

More silence hung, heavy in the room. You laid back, eyes boring holes into the ceiling. He too laid, unmoving, this is all on your terms he was communicating. You shut your eyes. 

“What does it feel like?” You whisper. 

“The bite, or the connection?” 

“Both” 

“The bite hurts for a second, but it goes away pretty fast. Vampire venom has powerful numbing properties. Some people even feel peace or euphoria, it's supposed to keep you from running from us once we have you.” He paused before continuing. “The connection is, overwhelming, in a word. Everything in your body turns up to 11, you become very magically charged, emotionally charged, physically charged and, uh, sexually…” He cleared his throat. “Charged.” He finished. 

You sat in silence, digesting that information. You roll over on your side, facing him, he mirrors you. 

You spent a few more minutes, studying his face in earnest. At this proximity, there was a boyishness quality you didn’t notice from far away. It was cute, even, bunny-like, and as you stared at him, you searched your mind, your heart, your soul, desperately looking for recognition, the easy way out, one last chance to avoid the leap of faith. 

“What if I am mated to you?” You whisper

“We will figure it out.”

“How?”  

“Do you trust me?” 

“I don’t know.” 

“Before we begin, I told you before you might lose some of your sense once we begin. Where is a line too far? Where should I stop you? Where should I stop me?” 

“The troubled, sarcastic, sad part of me knows I can’t trust anyone.” You said, raising your hand to cup his cheek. “But something deep inside of me is telling me that you are truly good people. And for once, I am not going to push this one away.” You whispered, voice wavering. “Just, don’t hurt me, okay?”

He didn’t reply, but he held your gaze. 

“Jungkook?” You ask softly. 

“Hm?” 

“Would you kiss me please?” 

He then scooted closer to you and mirroring the motion you did before, he raised a hand, cupped your face gently, and placed a single, lingering kiss on your lips. He pulled away slightly, but a centimeter, I’m ready, but only when you are, he communicated to you. You closed the gap this time, I’m ready.

The kiss started off slow, chaste, even as two bodies, two energies tentatively explored the other in the more intimate environment. Jungkook was a good kisser, you decided, firm, but not too pushy. He allowed you to set the pace, the intensity, but what you gave he took readily. You parted your lips to him, and he took them greedily, using his free hand to hook around your back and drag you across the bed and completely flush with his body. You found your arm folded into his chest, the building intensity causing you to grip the fabric. You kissed greedily now, hungrily, like lovers long since reunited. It felt good, it felt right, you also decided. Kissing him was like the gentle respect and deep intimacy shared between two people who had loved each other for a long, long time. You couldn’t remember the last time you’d felt it, and you wanted more. 

Your arms were at a disadvantage, pinned against his muscular chest, but you used the position to pull yourself closer and closer still. You needed more of him. You wanted more of him. 

“Jungkook…” you whispered against his lips, a plea. 

“I know, God I want you too.” He whispered back his arm like an iron bar across your lower back holding you in place. “But we have to do this first, sex makes everything so messy and confusing.” He broke away from your lips, kissing up your jaw bone stopping at your ear. “I’m gonna do it now, okay?” He whispered. 

“Okay.” You confirmed. You found yourself then, in a swift move on your back with him straddled across your waist. From this angle, his baggy pants tented visibly over his crotch, the sight of which alone wound your core up so tight, you wondered if you’d cum immediately when he slips it in. He didn’t give you long to appreciate the view, as he leaned over you, face to face, and continued to kiss you. Your tongues didn’t battle but danced in harmony, and as you felt your hips rise to grind against the hardness so close to where you needed it, he broke away from your lips again, panting, he again peppered kisses up your jawline, but then down your neck this time gently sucking and licking on his way down, leaving you breathless. He settled on the spot but gave the skin special attention, the sensation of which had you sighing and running your fingers through his hair. 

When he was finally satisfied, he wasted no further time and sank his teeth in, the sensation of which made you yelp in pain. He didn’t lie about the pain. After a brief pause, you felt the sensation of him drinking you in. He swallowed once, came up for a breath, and in that moment, from head to toe, it was like you had both been struck by lightning. 

Overwhelming wasn’t the right word for it. Euphoric. Pure energy crackled and popped at your skin, literal sparks flying off at the points your skin connected. It was painful, you thought, but everything felt so amazing it faded into the background. Joy, pure joy radiated through your body. In fact, you can’t recall a time when you had ever felt this light-hearted and happy.

In the same moment, as euphoria washed over you, Jungkook’s demeanor changed and with a visceral, animalistic grunt, he dove back in sucking at your neck. The sensation was divine. 

“More, more” You found yourself begging again and again. He was like an immovable object in his current positioning, but you allowed yourself the luxury with your now-free hands to slip under his baggy shirt, relishing in the corded muscle of his back and biceps. 

The more he drank, the closer it seemed you got to the edge of something great. As something darker and harder to control overcame Jungkook, he didn’t notice when your enthusiastic pleas for more turned into incoherent babbling, and only when he had his fill, and the dark that consumed him receded, did he finally realize that you had fallen silent for quite some time. 

He pulled away from your neck and examined your body in horror. Limp, and unmistakably ashen. You looked like a corpse. 

“Y/N,” He said, panic in his voice, shaking your shoulder. “Y/N!” he said louder now, yelling and shaking you as violently as he dared. 

Fuck.

Fuck.

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I told you guys one after the other! Like I said in the last post, I'm working on intertwined, that update might go up today or tomorrow, depending on what I'm feeling, I only promised this post! I also mentioned before that I will update the tags once I reveal which bts member is what/ what Y/N is but try to guess below! You might be right~

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Bridgerton Season 3 ep 1-4 Thoughts.

Just binged watched bridergerton season 3 part 1 for the second time and figured I'd share some thoughts. I haven't read the books so I am going into this season blind and so far the first 4 eps have not disappointed. Oh and spoilers obviously.

I love that this season started the exact same way as the other two, with the bridgerton family getting ready for one of the girls presentation to society. This time it's francesca. I also love that this is the third time they've done this but they are still a chaotic mess.

I love penelope's new look, every one of her dresses were stunning and I think the greens and blues were really good colours for her.

The new dynamic between eloise and penelope is interesting. There is clearly still a lot of hurt there, but eloise also still cares about penelope and doesn't like to see her hurt. Honestly most of their scenes made me feel really sad for them both, they clearly miss the friendship they had and each other but don't know how to repair things between them.

Seeing a different side to Cressida through her new friendship with eloise is interesting. There were moments where I sympathised with her, but also, she hasn't completely reformed and there were still moments when her meaner side came out. But it was still interesting to see where her behaviour comes from.

That being said I am glad that cressida called eloise out after it came out that Colin was helping penelope find a husband and eloise blamed her. Basically telling her to look in the mirror. As much as I do love eloise I also think she can act recklessly and speak without thinking and that has gotten her and others in trouble over the seasons.

It was also good to see more of and get to know francesca as a character. I really liked the conversation she had with penelope about how when you get stuck on the wall it's hard to get off it again. I think both penelope and francesca have trouble talking with others. They also are both desperate to marry so that they can leave the family home. For francesca it's because she struggles with the noise and bustle of a large household when she prefers solitude and quiet. For penelope it's to get away from her overbearing mother and sisters.

Penelope's attempts to flirt made for some comical moments but was also really relatable. That awkward fumbling over her words and just generally looking uncomfortable was spot on.

Speaking of comical moments, that whole plot of lady featherington trying to get her girls to produce an heir was hilarious. But also kind of shows how the ladies' mamas really need to start having proper conversations about the birds and bees before their daughters become wives if they want heirs.

Some really great moments throughout the season were the scenes that reminded us of how penelope and Colin were friends for years, those little moments when they are laughing and joking together. I also love that we learned how they met, their meet cute really was cute.

I really loved polin's first kiss. I think penelope's reasoning for wanting Colin to kiss her was relatable, she was in her third year on the marriage mart with no prospects and feels like she will never marry and never know what it's like to be kissed. So she asks her friend so that she can at least know what it feels like. Colin might be someone she has crushed on and been in love with for years but him also being her friend means she trusts him and feels safe with him. What I also love about this kiss is that they could have left it at that first chaste meeting of their lips. But their eyes lock and then they go back in for a more passionate kiss as the music soars and it goes from a friend giving another friend a kiss to help them out to a real, earth moving, world shattering kiss that leaves them both reeling and breathless.

Another thing I really enjoyed is that it is Colin who after that kiss is the one having dreams and fantasies about penelope and has jealous feelings. We've seen how penelope has longed for and been in love with Colin over the last two seasons so it was a nice change to see Colin showing those feelings and trying to come to terms with his feelings.

Lord debling is nice enough and seems like a decent guy but I agree with Colin, I don't think he is right for penelope. I don't think penelope would be happy being left alone for years at a time. I do think she wants the companionship of a husband and I think it is telling that her happy, safe place was the bridgerton drawing room, being amongst the bridgerton bustle. Cressida could be a good match for debling potentially. He can travel and be happy exploring nature and I think cressida from her comments in ep 1 about loving London would be happy staying in society and entertaining. It could be an arrangement they are both content in.

The marquess that the Queen introduces to francesca is another gentleman who I think is OK, seems nice enough but again I don't think he is right for francesca, he wants a big family with lots of noise and that is not what she wants.

However I adore the relationship between francesca and John sterling. I just love how they didn't need any long flowery conversation in order to feel a connection to each other. In fact it was their mutual love of peace and quiet that bonded them. He is someone she could enjoy quiet evenings with, someone whose company she could enjoy but without the pressure of forced socialisation and conversation. I can see them spending their evenings in a drawing room with her playing the piano and him enjoying her music. Simple but contented. Out of the two, him and the marquess, I hope she chooses Sterling.

With that being said I am starting to feel sorry for the queen. Each season she tries to set a bridgerton up with someone and every season they choose someone else least minute instead, daphne turned down the Prince for Simon, Anthony ended up not with Edwina but her sister instead and I suspect it's going to go the same way with francesca where she will be courted by the queen's pick but will ultimately choose John sterling. Honestly at this point Charlotte just give up, stay far from the bridgertons and enjoy the drama from a safe distance.

Let's talk about violet bridgerton. It seems she herself may have a romance this season in lady Danbury's brother, spoilers for queen Charlotte, but I do find it kind of funny that Danbury had an affair with violet's father and now violet might be getting with Danbury's brother.

Keeping on the subject of violet I love how well she knows her children. She always sees right through them. She could tell right away that francesca was smitten with Stirling even if she is a little confused about how they don't really talk much to each other. Also one conversation and she figured out that Colin has fallen in love with penelope. I also love that moment when Colin says he isn't coming to the ball and violet not so subtly tells him that penelope may be getting engaged that evening and what a shame it would be for him to miss it. She knew exactly what to say to get him to that ball and confessing his feelings to penelope before it's too late. Love you violet you are a legend.

Lady featherington is an interesting character because I do believe she genuinely loves her girls and wants what's best for them. But her idea of what is best for them is too make sure they marry and they are financially secure. I also think she wraps her own fate up in her girls fortunes too she knows her own security relies on them having a male heir. Unfortunately despite her love for her daughters she often says things very hurtful to her girls in particular penelope, which doesn't make her a very likable character. That conversation between her and penelope in ep 4 right as penelope is leaving the ball after debling's rejection is an interesting moment. Lady featherington's first reaction is to blame penelope for debling leaving, penelope rightly calls her out asking if she only has value if she has a lord's engagement ring. What's interesting is that this statement clearly hit Lady featherington hard, you can see that she feels guilty, I think this is further punched home when prudence comes running up to her telling her she's pregnant and asking if she is excited. I think it's a moment where she realises how many expectations she has put on her daughters and how that has made them believe that her love for them is conditional on them meeting these expectations. I am interested to see if this realisation changed her behaviour towards her daughters going forward.

That carriage scene, ice someone get me ice. Honestly the chemistry between them was perfect, sizzling in fact. Also of course they ended it with Colin proposing. I am really excited to see where its going to go next especially as Colin still has to learn that penelope is whistledown. I feel like a whole lot of drama is coming our way.

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bnha centric posts !! the LOV has a special place in my heart + keigo <3 other interests are !

tlou, ATSV & ITSV, yellowjackets, dress to impress, six of crows, genshin, hsr, jjk, HI3, musicals, B99, biology, aot, crochet, arcane, SDV, ALNST , pjo!!

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PTV, MCR, fall out boy, she wants revenge, sleeptoken, paramore, AM, SWS, old p!atd, Siouxsie & the banshees, sisters of mercy !!

t.s, olivia rodrigo, the weeknd, ariana grande, beyonce, childish gambino, kendrick, mitski, laufey, alec benjamin, hozier, the crane wives, che ecru, W2E, brent faiyaz, dadaroma, Versailles, ichiko aoba!! (+ alot more..)

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My RE8 OC

OC info under the cut |

Meet Mistress Valkyrie Rossi

Valkyrie is a succubus, but my own version of one ☠️ She's basically my RE8 AU's Satan (I'm atheist this is Fictional, however I don't judge anyone who believes in that stuff)☠️ My AU is very chaotic and dancing on the line between Canon and an entirely different thing 😭 Valkyrie is hell royalty I suppose you can say, but she isn't required to constantly look over hell. She has a daughter, Valeria who was taken away at the age of 15 by MM while Valkyrie and Valeria were on earth and turned into a fly baby.. giggles Pretty much as powerful as you can get, unless she's on earth (Think maybe MM level powerful when she's got enough energy), quite literally tore the Village in half much to her sisters (Eleanors) disliking, so that she could find Valeria and when she found out where her daughter had gone missing to she had no way of getting back to hell because she used all her magicies energies while mutated (quite literally a raging flaming sea or in this case lava snake) (giggles) and so she was forced to stay with the Dimitrescu's which she was only able to tolerate because of Valerias presence, barely, because for the first like 6-7 months, she genuinely hated Alcina ☠️

Ended up staying anyways because she lost her daughter for like 50+ years and finally found her and Valeria didn't want to leave the Dimitrescu's either, so that's why she stayed with them, purely because she refused to leave her daughters side (If you're wondering, Valeria lost her memories but Valkyrie is able to restore them)

But yk, like a year later, Alcina and Valkyrie sorta became a hate to love kinda thing :^

Yeah so they physically and emotionally abuse eachother on the daily in the present, but they are wives and in love and they do care in their own ways :D

Oh and Valkyrie has a tail which is usually on fire, however that isn't shown in the images bc there is only so much I can do with TS4, but her tail is a very common slapping device used on Alcina, also shown in the following :D

Aaaaaaaaaanyways bye, back to the dead :3

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can u give me a guide to the six idiots :33 like maybe with a picture of them n their names n who they play in the Big Three shows :33 pwetty peesse :33

UM YES!?

ok, you saw me earlier trying to format all the images so it's gonna be mostly my (ehhhh) descriptions of the characters and you gotta guess what they look like 😈

Ben Willbond

Yonderland:

Elder Vex (above): the one who says Deb-beh and has the coziest looking outfit I NEED IT RN PLZ and the Tom Cardy- esque hair and earring

Nick: the stick. Grumpy all the time cuz he's a stick >:(. Is also a portal between dimensions but whatevs

Horrible Histories

Mike Peabody :historical news reporter that wishes he were anywhere but here rn

King Henry, Alexander the Great: SkINy MaNdRiA, excellent hair, sniffed a guy

Ghosts

The captain: AKA James, makes a lotta noises, if you ever hear me going weeeahhhhhuuuueeeaaaaaahhhh, I'm referencing him, the gay one<3

Martha Howe-Douglas!

Yonderland!!

Debbie.

Debbie's evil twin sister (bossy boobs)

I just googled it: Rita, the Negatus simp AKA us, the demon that looks like how female animals are protrayed in Barbie movies

Horrible Histories!!!

Boudica (look up the song, it's rlly good), Cleopatra, every female historical figure

Pirate lady....<33333

Ghosts!

Lady Button (present day): Old disgruntled lady that pouts all the time and falls out of windows

Lady Button (flashback)

Mathew Baynton!!!

Yonderland!!!

Oracle: weird blue blob guy, Nigel, Darling

Nanny la roo: NUM NUMS!!!! - nanny that is also a kangaroo

Admiral Anous: Voldemort mf I hate him bc he hates Negatus>:(

Elder Choop: Croissant hair mf, says, "IDK WHY DON'T WE ASK UR MUM??"

Le Fox: French

THE BIRRDDDDD: AKA Thomas Payne, Batman but cooler

Oh yeah, and Elf: the elf shaped one, full name: Grintallin Gobscrew Crotell Fashanu F’naw Goplatz Holla-Holla, has multiple wives apparently and is in debt to the mob

Horible Histories (look all of them up, they are all hot)

Dick Turpin: play the song >:333, shot not one but two men dead!

D.I. Bones: the whakkus bonkkused

King Charles II: absolute party-er

Ghosts

Thomas Thorne, shot, dead! Absolute poetic simp for Allison, drowned himself in the lake ;( -cannot drown-

Jim Howik!!!

Yonderland

Elder Pressley: looks like Elvis, eats christmas tree ornaments

Crone: A sLaPper *wink wink*, has apparently gotten with everyone, goes eeeerrrrrrrrrrr all the time- sounds like a doorhinge, she is amazing

Neil: lhe most normal of the demons probably

Horrible Histories

A SHOUTY MAN!!! :does all the infomercials, will try to sell you piss

King George VI (above) : "oh yesss, dad's dead, I'm king..."

King Richard III: a sweet little guy<3 -according to the song, get's attacked by whasp

Ghosts

Pat Butcher: Greatest DJ in the AAARRREEEEEUHHHHH, killed by a child, AKA Pete in the American version

Larry Rickard

Yonderland

Detective Mounteback: very dumb detective with very large hat

Elder Ho Tan: trans Icon, doesn't like loud noises, absolute baby<3

Sue: above, the lady with the gun from the episode I showed you

Horrible Histories

Bob Hale: weather report, needs a hellicopter and a nice cup of tea, basically Bill Wurtz

Lol knight with shit on head, Aztec guy, George III friend who slays so hard; "ConGRatu-VerY-LaTiOns your... *MAgEsTy*"

Ghosts

Humphrey: keeps getting left on roofs and shelves, does NOT know French smh

Robin: 5,000 yo ghosts, once saw a cool butterfly, KNOWS FRENCH! Got stuck by lightning and now he can turn on lights

and finally... the moment you've been waiting for...

Simon Farnaby!!!

Yonderland!!!

Negatus<333: Silly guy try to take over Yonderland but is just a lil guy, has an evil lair, uses The Font of Orris (cauldron thing that lets you see everything) as a hot tub, get's bullied by all the other overlords, wears pjs with houses on them.

Elder Flowers!!!: Long hair and lack of shirt, vegetarian hippie of the group, wants his clothes to be veGONE, "all you need is love, brothers... oh, and food"

Horrible Histories

Emperor Caligula: the wakkus bonkkus guy

Marcus Licinius Crassus: Knockoff Bassline Junkie song

Ghosts:

Jullian!!!: Died conducting an affair with his secretary!!!, is eternally sorta drunk, does the hand thing, only ghost that can interact with stuff, makes silly EEERREREEEEE noise when he's trying to move something, his name is Trevor in the American version, sad when there's no porn on da TV ;(, has no pants BTW

Thanks for coming to my TEDTALK!!!

Lemme know if I missed anything!

[alephkeller]

Hi, my friend is a huge fan of your stories it makes me happy to see him so happy! I'm a fan by osmosis but not the target audience (a lesbiannnot a guy into femdom). Thanks for cheering him up!

Are the women on Mars happy? do they les out?

Thank you for the questions!

I appreciate that my story isn’t for everyone. At the same time, I’m happy to see people taking interest, no matter who they are! It makes me very happy to hear that I’ve brought your friend some joy with my writing. That’s ultimately what matters most to me!

Let me try to answer both of your questions:

Q1: “Are the women on Mars happy?”

This is a good question, and one that the books have only just started to answer (and even then, only in part). That said, we’ve seen the very real consequences of the “Relocation” of humanity’s women from the very start of the series on both the daxy and human members of the cast.

The material conditions on Mars are actually almost paradisiacal and the daxy are not allowed to abuse or hurt the women. The women also aren’t forced to work (except perhaps as punishment for serious crimes like hurting others, etc.) and all their needs are provided for (including entertainment, community, and even AI companionship, a la “Blade Runner 2049”, if desired)

Now all of this doesn’t necessarily equate to happiness (though I don’t doubt that many of the women there are happy). The Empire still ripped families apart, separated husbands from wives, sisters from brothers, etc. For a civilization that basically ended poverty, war, and most of every other bad thing on Earth (many of the daxy really do have good intentions), it’s definitely the worst thing the Daxy Empire has done, and serves as the central, moral crisis of the books and the setting overall. The Relocation and its consequences kind of hang over the characters throughout the series. 

There are some themes about loss and family that I try to use this separation to explore, and the series will bring this all to some kind of resolution (for better or for worse, though I’m not generally a fan of dark endings)

Q2: “Do they les out?”

Anyone who wanted to certainly could. The Empire definitely wouldn’t stop human women who wanted a lesbian relationship (And as I said earlier, the Empire will even provide AI companionship to alleviate loneliness, so I can see them having no problem with that).

The Empire’s culture is unfortunately pretty sexually conservative so it’s hard to say for sure. Luckily, I think that applies more to themselves and the males they take, rather than something they want to enforce on women of other species. 

Perhaps it’d be a good question for me to address in book 3 of the series, at some point! 

Again, thanks for taking an interest in my work, and I hope that answers your questions! 

Tell your friend I said, "Hi!" ;)

(pic by @doc-art )

[dootznbootz]

Hiiii! It's time for me to ask you about the Ithacan family :333

3. Trick question: Least favorite canon thing about Penelope?

14. Assign a fashion aesthetic to Telemachus.

18. A character Odysseus has a relationship with in canon that you admire? (it's easy to say his family but surely there are other people who don't hate him??)

sjadlkf sTHANK YOU SO MUCHH!!! ❤

3.) Ohoho, you asked a question that hit a bullseye >:)

Everything about Penelope is my favorite BUT while I love Athena, I REALLY HATE THAT ATHENA'S GO TO METHOD TO HELP PENELOPE OUT IS TO JUST KNOCK HER OUT >:( I was getting mad after a while because WHY?! Yes, if she's crying or she needs to relax then sure. I mean I LOVE how Athena appears to her as her sister to calm her down... BUT WHY IS THAT YOUR SOLUTION EVERYTIME?!!! klsfj lksjfd

My interpretation is that that's just the "Narrator's POV" as I know the Odyssey keeps Penelope "mysterious" on purpose (she's that cunning 🥹). So the narrator just THINKS "She's probably sleeping" when actually she's scuttling around the palace doing shit of her own >:D. kind of secret passage style (except not. I love writing Penelope as the lovely half-naiad she is (sharp teeth, breathes underwater, slightly pointed ears, catches fish with her mouth. HOT WIFE SHIT 🤤) so it's more like there are a lot of fountains/small canals/waterways in the palace that she makes use of as Odysseus built it with that in mind, knowing how much she loved that in Sparta (he really wanted her to be at home in Ithaca since it's so different 😭)

14.) I think he'd be the type to want mostly casual clothing and I headcanon him as someone who lowkey hates the feeling of jewelry. Also, while he's basically only a QUARTER Nymph, he has SOME naiad traits (Basically he's kind of like Her but it might be hard to notice at first. his ears are not as pointed for example.) so he ALSO likes clothing he can just jump in the water in and not have too much "drag" (When Odysseus comes back with a fear of water, it's very nice to have a water wife and son who can help you through it 🥹)

Modern day? This boy has little to no fashion sense. Are you kidding me? He's all over the place. Maybe he gets his fashion act together but as a teenager? NO! Cringey boy (affectionate.) but he's pretty so he makes it work!

18.) I'm really weird in that I really love the trio of Odysseus, Menelaus, and Agamemnon. I actually love it more than his friendship with Diomedes they have Spartan wives, and love their kids. and just?? idk. I really love the possibilities to explore. Plus I really really love Older brother Agamemnon. During the Suitors of Helen, Odysseus was panicking about "falling in love" with Penelope and "WHAT DO I DO?! Is it normal to feel like you're going to throw up but like, in a good way?!" as let's be honest, this woman knocked him on his ass in under 10 minutes and after that he was LOVESICK. And Agamemnon is being supportive and helpful but also laughing behind his hand because "the smartest man alive is also the stupidest"

[opalvatter]

C dramas of 2023 so far…

Honestly, I just fell down the c drama rabbit hole a few months ago so not that many things to report. However, in least to most favourite so far...

5. Love like the Galaxy

Basically the story of 2 traumatised dumbasses (affectionate) who cause more trauma to each other, mixed in with palace plots, 2 other simps, a bunch of jealous women, far too many characters (including king Wendy and his two wives) and revenge, revenge, revenge and more revenge. And obviously, Love. The classic.

The only reason this is rated this low is because this was way too long to watch and everything else on this list is spectacular.

4. The General's lady

This show is practically 'scary man who is only nice to his (1) woman.' That is it. That's the story. No one cares about the plot.

This was the first c drama that I watched. And honestly, this story is not that great overall in terms of plot and everything, but has enough sweetness to make me swoon every 10 seconds.

3. Legend of Yunxi.

The open-ended tragedy of the medicine girl and the fake prince who is supposedly a monster. Not to forget mentioning the million other very important characters and flower valley owner, Mr.secondary love interest. Cold guy, who has a backstory, meets 'ugly' smart girl and tries to kill her at first sight. She runs and meets sweet guy, who has a backstory of his own. turns out, she gets married to cold guy anyway so no point in running. Don't worry, In this story everything is connected.

This was the second drama that I watched and has the most intense plot so far. unpopular opinion: I love the ending! To me, personally, it makes sense.

2.The Eternal Love

What do you do when you have 3 seasons of the same plot, but repeated falling in love and too much Humour ? You Binge watch only season 1 and ignore the other two.

Season 1 : Bossy, sarcastic Real estate agent gets transmigrated to the past, into the body of a Meek, responsible girl. Drama ensues when the body that now holds two souls, has to get married to the hot brother of OG girl's lover. There is now a love square that only the two girls and their hilarious maid know exist and everyone is confused. The 14th brother's outfits are terrible, the king has a glitter crown, the OG girl's lover gets possessed and now has great eyeliner, everyone has a secret tragic past and there is a demon king who walks around a circle chanting " I'm a bitch " 49 times.

Season 2 : They travel back in time and go back to the future. and only our hot guy knows what happens. and everything happens again. but everything is diffrent and there are now 2 hot guys.

Season 3 : This time, they get transported into an alternate reality where women rule and our Leads get soul swapped into the bodies of the ones in that universe. But, this time, the difference is, this dimension's hot guy is present most of the time and our hot guy only gets released when a memory comes to him. BUT, every time they kiss, he turns back into this universe hot guy, making everyone confused. again.

1. The Romance of Tiger and Rose

Normal day script writer gets transported into her own story and the only way she can go home is to finish the story without dying. Too bad she gets transported into the body of the mean girl, The hero's first wife who he poisons. Someone who is literally the first person to die. The someone who dies 3 episodes in.

But uh oh! now that she survives, the whole story goes up in flames and while trying to get the hero and heroine (her sister) together, she makes the hero fall for her, makes the heroine turn into the villain and overall fucks up the plot in the worst and best way possible. She didn't even have to try. Oh, and she also made another guy fall in love with her which makes her husband the king of jelousy.

Worthy mention to their Servants, Bai ji and Zi Rui, who each share 1 of their own masters' brain cells and are absolutely done with their masters' constant lovey dovey bullshit.

[donutenthusiast]

Heads up, there is kny/ demon slayer spoilers ahead as this oc does very little to affect the main storyline.

It is also messy as I was just writing about how she would interact with sanemi at first but it turned out to be how she would play in the story in total lol.

I have a hashira oc who was supposed to be there and stop the demon in sanemi and genyas town (pretty sure it was actually muzan) but was late and blames herself for the boys losing their family, so she kinda took them in and acts as a maternal figure for them, teaching them basic sword fighting and feeding them, and giving warm beds to sleep in, and just pampering them in total.

she obviously didn't like how sanemi treats genya, so from time to time, she'll hear about something he did and bonk him on the head with the sheath of her katana.

"Leave your brother alone!" As she casually slaps him on the back of the head, and he won't do anything about it because he kinda has a bit of respect/gratitude towards/for her.

Likewise, you'd imagine how scared shitless genya was to go back to the estate after the final selection where he pulled one of the ubuyashiki girls hair, he was on high alert until Hikari inevitably caught him and practically beat him into the ground cause she taught him better than that. Gyomei had helped her, apologising through tears to genya as it all went down.

She used to be a mentor for shinobu and Kane, giving shinobu the shoes with the built in blades, and teaching her how to brew basic medicine.

Her and Kane would often times talk about sanemi.

Mitsuri is like a younger sister to her, giving kanroji an older sister she never had, the 3 girls (formerly 4) would have little sleepovers in Hikari's estate.

Obanai and Hikari do not like eachother, he views her as an "obstacle" for mitsuri's attention, and Hikari doesn't trust his intentions with kanroji.

Rengoku often visits for food and occasionally can be found in Hikari 's kitchen eating her leftovers. She was completely distraught when she heard of his death but still leaves a special plate out for him.

Gyomei and Hikari are best buddies, top two hashira that the ubuyashiki family can trust. They joined around the same time and can be found talking about genya and his accomplishments.

Muichiro is also like a son to Hikari, though he never remembers her. she feels bad for what he's gone through.

Tengen used to brag to Hikari about his 3 wives, in which she would look at him like how tanjiro looked at zenitsu in the field when they first met, he eventually learned to shut up about it. Now is always super extra with respect because he now feels kinda embarrassed just by that look, what he doesn't know, was that it wasn't because of his 3 wives, but because he just genuinely stank every time, i doubt he has showers.

Giyuu would crash at her place sometimes, letting her take care of him a bit. She'd make sure he eats a proper meal and make him some sleep medicine so he can rest properly, and of course, sanemi wouldn't like this, being the little chihuahua he is.

Hikari wasn't fond of the fact that nezuko was turned into a demon at such a young age, but was willing to slay her with minimal pain should ubuyashiki ask her to. At first. then she got to know nezuko, and tanjiro, and the whole gang, then nezuko reminded her of herself when she was younger and lived in the mountains alone.

Hikari is an expert at producing poisons and often drinks a few of them to gain immunity. It freaked the hell out of everyone at first, lol.

When she found out saneni had tried to blind genya, she looked at him coldly and hit him with the classic "I'm not mad, just dissapointed" he didn't like that one bit.

While falling through the infinity castle, she yelled for her boys to stay safe and fight hard, to make their mama proud, they're real mama, not her, cause she knows she isn't their mom, and could never replace someone so dear and precious to them.

She would go on to fight kokushibo with genya, losing a leg, and crawling over to her boy, holding him close as sanemi and gyomei finished uppermoon 1, saying how she'll be right behind him so he won't be alone.

"You did so well, my genya, you're family would be so proud of who you've become" her voice would crack as she brushed the hair out of his face, sanemi would come kneel beside them, genya starts telling aniki about how great and kind he was to him, as sanemi would try hold onto his fading brother. he'll cry onto Hikari's lap as she pats his head, combing her fingers through his white hair.

"Dearest Nemi, we did our best, now, you must continue to fight, and live a happy, healthy, long life, okay?" She'd say softly, and it's not until her cold hand stops that he realizes shes dead, her body still sitting upright, a soft smile on her face as her last tears fall from her closed eyes, hand still resting on his head as he looks up with pain filled eyes.

In short, I can't live without angst, I originally made Hikari to take care of the hashira and spread the love and care that I felt they all needed, but since energy can't dissappear, and needs to go somewhere, I used her as a way to absorb some of that negative energy and lessen the pain for them all, but I guess they all still get hurt in the end by her death, except obanai lol.

Anywho, if you guys want to know more about her just let me know lol

[guessimate]

This week I'm trying to finish playing the Asian part of my town, or at least the Laos and the Siews who are related to my main families. The Laos are first and guess what ROS they got... Men are just cursed in this part of my town and they keep leaving their wives.

If you haven't seen my previous post, I have uploaded some videos with short recaps and family trees of my Asian households. Here is the video about the Laos.

Almost all the dads in my Sim Asia are abandoning their families to join the monastery. It might not make a lot of sense, but that's some good drama for me, so I'm allowing it to happen...

Hisashi and Satet just got married, but they have been together since their adolescence, and they have a toddler and a baby on the way. If Satet died, Magu (Hisashi's sister) would have to take care of the baby and the toddler. They would both be brought up by their extremely young aunt who is just turning into a teenager this round.

I might have to play the monastery at some point, to make sure the original monks get to die peacefully and Hisashi can take over as the new head monk.

Hisashi has left his family before, so I can understand he would feel the monastery is his real home. Maybe he really doesn't like living in the same house as his younger sister. They aren't enemies, but they were both interested in taking over the business. Hisashi might have just given up on running the business in general.

~*~

Guiren became a child on the same day her aunt Magu aged up. But there was no need to worry, because Satet survived her last birth. She gave birth to a healthy baby girl, so the Lao family name won't survive the 'test of time' either, unfortunately.

The little girl has dark blue eyes like her older sister and black hair like her aunt. Her name is Bazi. Baby Bazi aged up at the very end of the round. She immediately knew she was into Fitness, just like her older sister. She's a Sagittarius: 3 Sloppy (her dad is 4 Sloppy), 8 Outgoing, max Active (1 more active than mom/sister), max Playful, and 3 Grouchy (just like mom and sister).

~*~

Magu's aspiration was randomized to be Popularity, like her mother's (and her brother's aspiration is Fortune, like their dad's). I personally like the idea of children having the same dreams, especially if their parents never achieved much in their lifetimes.

Magu's possible romantic prospects, Tasuku and Sangen, are also Popularity sims, so it's getting a bit samey this generation in my Sim Asia. We will see next round whom she likes more. So far she has only met Sangen and she has got 2 bolts of chemistry with him.

~*~

On the day when Hisashi was going to leave, one of the monks, Yutaka Siew, was walking by. He was checking on his student, and it turned out he would like to come back to the monastery after all...

Satet wanted to learn Couples Counselling, but I don't think that will help this family. She's not getting more babies.

~*~

This family is not running a florist's anymore, now they are poultry farmers. The chickens they had on the lot depreciated quite a bit, but they got lucky with the most recent eggs and got a rooster to sell.

Magu is quite enthusiastic about getting customer stars, but I might have to restart this home business. Something seems to be wrong and no business perks can be unlocked.

They earned ~950$.

500$ - rent

380$ - tax (40%)

95$ - tithe

They paid basically everything they earned (~980$), but at least they were able to afford the taxes. They have almost nothing left. But it's still probably better than spending money on flower arrangements for little profit.

[acourtofthought]

I had an argument with an El/riel a month ago on IG and they made the argument that Azriel loves Elain like a mate, since it has been said that males gift their mates jewelry.

This argument is weak because:

1. It was on Winter solstice. I would assume those males would give those presents as a mating gift rather than a solstice gift?

2. Remember last winter solstice when he was relieved to not having to buy anything for her? To claim that he always loved her as a mate, sure as hell doesn't seem so.

3. By that logic, Lucien loves Elain too. He gifted her jewelry as well. Yet they claim he doesn't love her, how does that make any sense? And how come we praise Azriel for the bare f*cking minimum but shoot down Lucien for literally existing?

4. The El/riel I had that conversation with claimed that all males gift their mates jewelry to which I was confused. I thank you for bringing out the real quote that says "most males", because Rhys and Cassian aren't one of them and even though I'm not 100% sure but Azriel also doesn't seem like he's one of them because: I am ABSOLUTELY SURE those most males would not give it to another female.

5. One could argue that Azriel only wanted to get rid of the necklace so that's why he gave it to her. Yes and no. He did wanted to get rid of it, but he could've easily returned it to the shop like he said, he could've thrown it in the sidra like Cassian did. Instead, after a whole fresh late night conversation with Gwyn (without any thoughts about Elain) he decided to give it to her to make her happy. He basically said so in the bonus chapter: there's a whole damn paragraph of him picturing Gwyn's reaction to the necklace. Imagine if Cassian did that with Emerie? Or Rhys with Cressaida? What kind of male madly in love with their partner would think like this about another female?

That whole Gwynriel part in Azriel's BC is proof to me that the necklace isn't some kind of mating gift. Azriel seems to be the kind of male to gift meaningful gifts that are useful like the ones he gave Feyre and Nesta. That's how I see it.

The actual line from Silver Flames is:

"Most males bought their wives and mates jewelry for an outrageous Winter Solstice present."

Lucien IS Elain's mate. Accepting the bond or rejecting the bond doesn't change that.

And Elain is neither Azriel's wife or mate.

I think Az gave Elain jewelry because he's desperate to have a mate which we see in his bonus chapter. To me, love for Elain isn't a factor because you can't have love when you don't actually talk to someone. You can't have love when you avoid spending time with them. You can't have love when you can't confirm to your closest friends that you are over the person you actually did love for the past 500+ years.

In my opinion, to Az, Elain is sort of like a cardboard cutout of a person.

Feyre and Nesta could have any third sister, with any name, with any personality and so long as she was nice and pretty, Az would be asking these exact same questions. He's never once said anything to or about her that makes me feel like he actually sees her as an individual. He's never once shown to me that he supports her beyond the little box he thinks she needs to stay in (which reminds me of Nesta, she can only handle Elain remaining in her bubble because doing anything more triggers Nesta's anxiety over her. So Elain having any growth is unacceptable because of how that makes Nesta feel). Elain is finally in a place to start asking to do more and neither Nesta or Az were like, "Yes! Finally, let's do this!". Instead it was, "absolutely not" and "I don't think you should do that". He has nicer thoughts about Gwyn after spending minimal time with her than he has about Elain after knowing her for years.

So yeah, to me, the jewelry isn't proof of Az's actual feelings for Elain so much as his fixation on wanting what his brothers have. And Elain being the technically available sister to his brothers two mates has convinced him that if they were to form a happy little circle, it would prove he belongs in this new family that's being created.

Cassian never got Nesta jewelry so I think that's proof right there that not all mates get jewelry for the female. And most of the IC gets Amren jewelry so again, it's not inclusive to mates only. But since Nesta did mention it, I do think it was put in there to show that Az is fixated on wanting a mate and not Elain herself.

Elain cannot be Azriel's mate and he knows it. Yet he's still questioning why the third sister wasn't made his mate.

That is not a romantic declaration of love for Elain. If he loved Elain, he should love her despite her having a bond with Lucien. But instead he wants a bond, something she'll never be able to give him.

And I think when we know that most mates get their s/o jewelry as a Solstice gift and Gwyn is the one who ends up with a necklace from Az at the end of the chapter (or is supposed to get it), it's SJM hinting that she is in fact Azriel's mate, something currently unknown to the two of them. And like you said, I do think the fact that Az so easily was able to regift it to another person shows he didn't feel it was something that was special to and could only have meaning for Elain.

[wr0temyway0ut]

Hey dude hey, okay so I want to know about so so many of this but pretty please tell me about king boy alex who’s having lots of emotions 🙏🏻

Thank you for the ask Kyleigh!!

This au my beloved <3 It's my unhinged poly arranged marriage royalty au (I actually have 2 of those but this one is my favorite).

So basically how it goes is Prince Alexander's parents decide he needs to be married so they arrange a marriage between him and Princess Lucinda (aka Luke), who is trans but not out to his parents. And their whole honeymoon is Alex being like "oh no I can't get to close bc she actually likes me but I'm gay" and Luke being like "oh no I really like him but he must be pushing me away bc he knows I'm not a woman" and then they both accidentally confess to each other and actually fall in love now that they know they're both men interested in men.

But then Alex's parents find out that Luke is a man (and is intent on living as one) and since royals can't get divorced, they decide to tell the kingdom that "Princess Lucinda" has died tragically in her sleep, which allows Luke to transition (Alex's parents are against this part but Luke's parents ended up being supportive so they were kinda forced to go along with it).

But Alex is once again wifeless. So they decide, okay, you blew it with the "princess," so the next best thing is marrying Duke Covington's daughter, Lady Wilhelmina (aka Willie). Alex is planning on telling Willie that he's gay in an attempt to get him to call the marriage off, but he realizes almost immediately how abusive Caleb is and tells Willie "look I will marry you to get you out of there but I need you to know I'm gay and this is my husband who used to be my wife." And Willie is like "thank god bc I'm a man too" and Alex and Luke are like "a man you say 👀 did we happen to mention how handsome you are" and they bring Willie into their relationship. When Willie is ready, they tell Alex's parents that Alex's wife is once again his husband now and they tell the kingdom that Princess Wilhelmina has tragically died in a fire (he was a known arson enthusiast).

Aaand once again Alex needs a new wife bc there are still no heirs (and any made with Luke and Willie would be illegitimate). Alex's parents are running out of eligible women, but they meet Duchess Regina Peters (who runs the estate with her twin brother Reggie, or at least that's what Reggie, who is genderfluid and is also Regina, wants the world to think). And they're like you seem female and eligible will you marry our son. And Reggie's like yeah sure why not, except when he finds out Alex is gay he shows up to the wedding in Man Mode and it starts a riot but Alex finds a way to make the marriage go through anyway (maybe that they put Regina on the marriage certificate idk). And then two weeks later "Duchess Regina" is tragically trampled by sheep.

Alex's parents are exhausted. They're furious. They're 99% convinced Alex has hired a witch to turn all his fiances into men. And they're like fuck it. This time you pick a woman (bc maybe he's turning them all into men bc he doesn't like that his parents picked them.) And Alex sees an opportunity here. Bc back when Luke first came out, Alex's sister had a lady in waiting named Robin. And Robin had confided in Luke and Alex that he was trans as well. And so when Alex's parents say "you pick" he immediately points at Bobby and says "That one." (important to note that he did not consult with Bobby on this beforehand, Bobby nearly chokes on his food). And after they get married, Bobby comes out and suddenly Lady Robin has tragically drowned.

So now Alex has four husbands who are also in love with each other and still no wives, and it's at this point that Lady Julie (Luke's lady-in-waiting who just kinda stuck around after Luke's legal death) is like "You know I'd marry you to get your parents off your back right?"

And so Julie and Alex get married, and after she stays a woman for a year Alex's parents finally relax. And then Julie gets pregnant! And they're so happy that they finally step down and let Alex take the throne. Except... how is Julie pregnant? And when she gives birth, why does the baby look nothing like Alex??

Maybe bc after wedding #3 Reggie mentioned to Alex that he has a friend from school who is a trans woman named Flynn. And maybe Alex decided to hire her as his new royal advisor to give her an opportunity to transition. And maybe just maybe she and Julie fell in love.

And THAT is the tale of King Alexander, his four undead husbands, his wife, his wife's wife, and the royal-ish baby they're all raising together

[irlstein]

I Wanna Suck Maya Kamina's Big Fat Tits

Fast rundown for men with wives and wives with men: I took most of a year off to recover from late-stage Twitter intolerance that I'm pretty sure was giving my blood some sort of pH poisoning, I hope you guys have been doing well and apologize for the lack of communication.

Slow Rundown For True Jackheads - Much Longer Than It Has To Be, You Can Just Say Jack Was Taking Care Of Family And Had A Breakdown:

Howdy guys, been a few months. Had a lot happen in this last year - when I took my break, I'd begun watching my Uncle Gary on a daily basis, who is a stroke survivor left unfortunately incapable of complex speech, and with no strength in his left side. My Uncle Gary and I didn't have much of a relationship before this, but I'd taken on the task of moving into his trailer while he was recovering at his sister's - she lives just in town, it's a ten minute drive, but there was no feasible way for him to get in and out of his own house - for about two years. In that time I'd basically had a deal going with the family that I'd watch Uncle Gary for a few weeks, maybe a month or two, once he had the lift installed at his home that would let him come and go without too much hassle. I'd clean his trailer up for him, because he was a mega-bachelor with three girlfriends and so much backed-up old food from habitual boredom shopping that the place was a damn mess, bugs and rats in the back of the cupboards shit, and they'd disregard the bump in utilities to having someone actually in the house because I'd also keep the place from getting robbed, as he had a bunch of guns and gun parts stored there. It was a pretty fair deal for everyone involved, and while I really only stayed there about 2/3 of the time, it was enough that I really couldn't justify bouncing if the dude needed me, and I've been watching disabled family pretty much daily for 5 years now - so it seemed like a small life change.

Then COVID hit and the three months I was gonna be at his house, as stated prior, ballooned out to about two years, and at some point there began to be some sentiment that Uncle Gary was now annoyed by the idea of living with me - despite me being a patently temporary tenant there for his benefit, with literally two other homes in walking distance I could be living at, as I've got a lot of family in town. I could also get an apartment or something, you get the idea, I just wasn't actually enthused to be there and it was pretty inconsiderate to turn my very blatantly and clearly elaborated, regularly checked upon for the comfort of all concerned, act of well-meaning against me. My grandpa died when I was 5, Uncle Gary's brother, and everyone always talks about how much my grandpa loved me, so it seemed natural I'd just do whatever his brother needed when he was in a time of need.

From there, thing got sour for a while - we never came to blows, only really argued once or twice, but my Uncle Gary's obvious ennui at his turn in health had bluntly made him kind of an ungrateful dick to everyone. Now, let me state here - I stayed with and watched him for about six months following when he came home. It just grew more and more difficult to bear with the situation as I'd talk to him, interpret for him, make him whatever he wanted for dinner, crack jokes, fix computer problems, invest all of my daily energy into making him comfortable - and caught him talking shit on me behind my back. Little stuff - "So Jack's a good cook?" "Ehhhhhh." "Jack's taking good care of you huh? Your blood sugar's been good all week." "Ah well," little shit like that, negging on top of a totally unpaid position I'd volunteered for on the very day he went to the hospital because I'd spent the ages of 22 - 24 watching my mom as she recovered from a real bad car accident and since I've always made money online, it just seemed natural to volunteer my maid services the moment someone else in the family needed the same kind of health.

But fuck, man. It really hurt to be treated how he treated me, because there was contempt there. He was always cool to his sister, my great Aunt, who I visited every week with my grandma to do chores for because she and her husband are, themselves, old and disabled - replaced her kitchen ceiling, watched her dogs, lawnwork, cooking, whatever they needed I would insist upon doing, so there was infinite evidence in supply that I was not a malicious opportunist here, just a younger relative trying to help everyone he could. Uncle Gary didn't give a fuck, he snapped at me, basically laughed at people who suggested he should pay me for my time, and the family dawdled on the job of hiring home healthcare for so long that it looked like I was really expected to just stay there and keep doing this.

And honestly, I kind of flattened. I've always been a depressed guy, chronic nightmares do that to you, and it's easier to crumple to your circumstances than it is to challenge them when challenging them means telling a crippled relative who sees you as a leech that he'll need another 24/7 cook and care provider. I started sleeping all day until he called on me; I developed a nervous tic whenever I heard his walker because that meant he was gonna walk past my bedroom door, glance in skeptically, and call me out for another task I'd have to spend ten minutes guessing and interpreting to understand, because (No fault of his) the guy could basically only give very general positive or negative affirmations, and got very angry very quickly when misinterpreted. So I sort of just stopped thinking about the future and wallowed in this cold trailer, uncomfortable all day, talking to my friends less and working less, just getting more cold and static and dead as the days went on. Let me be clear, I'm not "the true victim" in this discussion about a dude who had a stroke, but I am a mentally soft dude who didn't have a lot of happy feelings to draw on and could easily be bullied by circumstance into shutting down; I did.

Then Rachele, the lady who came to clean up Uncle Gary's apartment, started working for him to do basically my job, and I made plans to leave. And they got a home healthcare service going, got another lady to fill in some of the time Rachele couldn't be there for, and things were on an incline, life was getting normal and I was getting my head straight again.

Then my grandma nearly died of a heart attack when we came home from a family reunion. She was carrying KayKay, her granddaughter, into the house, and suddenly started sweating and groaning in pain. I knew something had happened, her doctor had told her not to carry anythign heavy and KayKay was nearly half her size because my grandma's such a small lady. Specifically, something happened that dumped a bunch of blood into her intestines, and she needed a triple bypass. That was a really hard night; my grandma, already in her 70s, had a major injury, but for hours she denied it. I sat there with her in her living room, watching my Uncle Pete's daughter, as she just lay on the couch and insisted that she just needed to rest. I checked her blood pressure - again and again, a dozen times, always going down. I reminded her that it's not normal to feel sudden, agonizing pain in your stomach when you lift a toddler, followed by going pale and losing massive blood pressure. "I just need some salt," she said. "That blood pressure reader is always wrong, must be the batteries," she muttered a dozen times in that span, clearly growing delerious. I ran to Uncle Gary's and grabbed his blood pressure cuff, and the results were even worse, and she still shrugged it off. I sat there with her for three hours, pestering her, threatening to call an ambulance and being shut down, until I finally called her daughter, who happened to be a nurse and long-time hospital worker. Finally, at her daughter's terrified reaction at her mother clearly ignoring a fatal wound, grandma agreed to go to the hospital.

And I was just sitting there for the rest of the night, with this little kid who didn't know me. Trying to keep her from crying, calling everyone I could to spread the news, sweaty and cold and just scared that it was all starting over again, that the relentless years of awful shit just happening to me and my family had never ended, this sense that there was a cosmic bullseye on my scrote I'd dealt with in silence since my childhood reaching critical terror as it was now fucking killing people in front of me. I'm superstitious; at times, I become inclined to believe I'm living in hell. But in hell, you're not there to save your grandma, and in hell, kids are a lot more rude than sweet little KayKay; read her a few stories and put on Miraculous Ladybug, and she chilled out.

Then the fucking waiting game started over, because grandma had significant plaque build-up in her arteries, whatever those important ones in the sides of your neck are, and couldn't even have her heart surgery until that was taken care of. She was in there for weeks, and once she did get the triple bypass, she was in there for even longer, and all of her recovery was just above touch-and-go - still is, technically, that's a major surgery and it takes a long time to actually heal from at her age. For the sake of what timeline I can remember, my ability to recall events in order is a little compromised by the bad sleep, this began about a week after I posted that Joe Biden meme. That was attempt #3 or so to come back, and I remember I'd been in a really good mood about it. There were other problems, mostly drugs in the family, but until that point I really thought we'd all been improving and life was finally just getting better.

With that I moved out, having been asked to watch her trailer - though I'd bet it was clear to everyone that I was just miserable at Uncle Gary's but unwilling to leave, and this was a convenient opportunity to force me to make a positive change. Grandma's a real good lady, nobody in town would get away with robbing her, but she insisted I bring my stuff over and watch the place until she could come home - she left for Alabama so her daughter's family could keep her under close observation, a very good decision given she was stubborn enough that she'd probably try mowing the lawn the very day she came home. And so for a few months I stayed there, mostly on the incline, working every day and trying to build good habits. I started walking a few miles a day, lost a lot of weight, and again, things were on the incline. I moved to my Uncle Pete's next door, got a real living arrangement figured out with my own space and my own contributions to the upkeep of the household, and things were on the incline. In-between, I lost a lot of my time filling in for Rachele as she watched dogs, going back to Uncle Gary's for a few weeks at a time and filling in about three nights a week - still gratis, though I was filling in for paid employees - on the average week, because he was my neighbor and Rachele had other obligations. I do not mean to imply anyone abused my sympathy; merely that I was unwilling to admit that my sympathy was increasingly costing me and I foolishly ignored the simply reality that this was keeping my life from going forward, that there were other options for them and that I really didn't need to invest all of my spare time into watching a guy who had genuinely shown me reproach and treated me like an unwanted little boy for trying to take care of him. Full credit, Uncle Gary's gotten better since then and clearly regrets having pushed many people away, myself merely a single example among most of his friends and family, and the constant understanding that his suffering was worse than mine just made it impossible for me to take my own priorities seriously. Improvement. Still, overall, improvement, and I was feeling good. I started making daily projects and completing tasks at a rapid pace, all of my time filled, nothing to do besides do for myself and for others. It was honestly really good, the last four months or so kept me in no state to return to socializing, but I was doing well enough that I'd be back eventually, I knew it.

Then the night terrors came. This is a recent problem, started about two months ago - see, I use a bit of Delta-8 here and there. I inherited pretty severe anhedonia from my mom, who smoked weed her whole life and will again when she can, and so to be blunt - heh, I didn't know food tasted good. I mean, until the first time I had about 10mg in my system, I didn't realize what my problem actually was - constant, cold, painful stress feedback in my head. Like body-level anxiety in my brain that never goes away. And the first time I ate food with a mild buzz, I got the best news I'd had in my entie life -

People weren't lying. Life could feel good. On a very real level, from childhood to mid-20's, I had never experienced pleasure on a level you would describe as noticeable, and with the regular migraines and nightmares, my perception of existence really was based entirely upon a paradigm of suffering through, until some small miracle convinced me to keep living. I used to look forward to the bad headaches, because they'd make me sweat, raise my heart rate, and force enough of an adrenalin reaction that I felt smooth and calm afterwards. I really had gone twenty-plus years assuming people lied about how good it could feel to be able to feel good things, thought it was an act of nihilistic denial to keep us all from committing to mutual suicide in a world where you can count on hurting any time but there's just no equivalent joyful inverse to a bad headache. This began near the last 4 months of me watching my Uncle Gary, and let me be clear, I wasn't spending all day stoned - in general, I had this very severe pro-lucidity rationale going from childhood, because my grandpa died of lung cancer and that tied a permanent sort of trauma to cigarettes, thus drugs in general, into my reasoning. But I did make a big mistake - I got too used to spending my time buzzed.

You see, when you're like me, your dopamine levels are naturally very low regardless of your health. But you have no basis of reference, because your entire life goes like this - you never really believe you're depressed, because you have no basis of reference. Or rather, your basis of reference is between "buffer" and "misery" - misery is always going to happen, but if you've got a buffer, like YouTube videos, good porn, something funny to watch, you can raise your heartrate a bit and go a whole day without a breakdown. You can force a sliver of resistance between yourself and this moment of collapse you can always feel on the horizon, and you convince yourself that everyone uses the internet to cope and that you're just a darker shade of normal.

But when you're like me, you don't get a reprieve from your own biology. Your ability to feel good is permanently subnatural - you've got a 20% debuff to being alive, and rest never makes you feel better. You're the kind of person who, despite not being a schizophrenic, could potentially fall out of reality in an act of severe pessimistic paranoia so intense that it starts to break how you think, all the while acting normal enough that nobody really notices you.

That's what happened - my theory is, months of improved dopamine output made me lax, made me forget that you don't just fix what my problem is by feeling good enough for long enough that you fix your head. Oh the philosophical problems work themselves out that way, I finally accepted that I should find a girl and start a family, move from hobby comedian to someone who really tries to help people, but in all that time your real buffer is depleting. You forget that so much of your enjoyment comes from the context of a decade solid of suffering, and for reasons as spiritual as biological, you start to lose appreciation for being. Yes, I surely thought, this was it, I found proof that life is worth living, I'll never break again, it's all good from here on out. No, what you do is actually reduce your body's dopamine sensitivity by a lot, and lose enough weight to get your energy back, meaning you feel just a bit manic during your active hours, and again, your guard drops. It's all good from here, you found the SECRET dude, there really is good in life, you can abandon the watchhound complex and treat the world like a place that's glad to have you. You're not just here to be someone else's buffer, you're part of history, born at the first age of prosperity in which a man might actually become immortal and live in space.

Then your first apocalpyse nightmare hits. Like every nightmare, it starts off as a dream and decomposes - you're around old classmates, happy to see them. And random explosions begin going off around the city - someone next to you dies, and you've already forgotten her face. You look at the cityscape and a massive spaceship shaped like a flaming steel crown crashes into the atmosphere and stops just above the buildings, the shockwave of its passage feeling completely and utterly real. You wake up, and the numbness you feel in your sleep abates, so the horror hits you. It's 2PM and you get over it; you always have nightmares when you sleep too late.

Then the next - you're at the pool and someone steps on some moldy-green crystals growing on the damp concrete. They pierce her foot at the heel, and spread oily-black corruption under her skin. In your mind, you know it's a fungus somehow, that it'll grow inside of her and kill her, something like Splinter for those of you who've seen that old Syfy original film. You wander around, everyone you see is family or a friend, and they're all murmuring that it's growing everywhere, people getting little jabs here and there, it's practically unavoidable. There's an abstract diversion - you're running through a yard and some old Green Day track is playing, a blonde woman dressed up as a cheerleader and she just makes you feel weird and uncomfortable because she's poking out of the side of a shed, and you've never had a good dream, so seeing pretty women never goes anywhere. Then you pass through the fence and see an old black woman, somebody's mother or grandma or favorite teacher, and you know months have passed - the crystalline mold, whatever it is, is poking out of her face and joints. She's still alive, walking down the road with a walker, and you realize with terror that this would only happen in a world where people have accepted it - the mold is going to kill us all, and walking down the street riddled like a fucking pincushion is just a trivial aspect of everyday life in the latter hours of mankind. You saw it begin, and it's already fucking over, and you barely had a moment to want to try to stop it. Then she's dancing in front of a camera, pirouetting like a ballerina, totally consumed by sharp growths as onlookers watch her in amazement, more possessed by interest in the utter ruination and decay and whatever entertainment it can offer them than trying to survive. Mankind is now living in an era of having accepted their deaths, but in the most disgusting and reprehensible manner possible, seeing the decay as merely another aspect of their media diets, TikTok in the final second of every family's history. They didn't try hard enough, and now they're indulging in the decay.

You wake up and you're hit by a TIDAL WAVE - a thought strikes you off-balance in the distance between cognitive reality and awareness, screaming ALL LIFE IS MERELY THE RESULT OF CIRCUMSTANCE WHICH HAS LEFT IT UNALTERED, Cthulhu screaming empty materialist philosophy that you can already feel is wrong. No it's not; life is adaptive, either arising naturally from worlds devoid of life or being designed by things which were already alive to have done so, the animating force of reality already being intrinsic. We are not merely mathematical outcomes aggregating across successes, were are aware and experiential, we feel disgusted moreso than afraid of descriptions which reduce us to processes because it's paramountly deluded to pretend life isn't aware and full of intent. Life FIGHTS - life is not merely outcomes, as outcomes are merely observation, an artifical description of reality reduced to verbal description to the same degree that the word Earth describes a literal location and leaves out infinite amounts of data provably unrecorded by and unaccounted for in the description. Further, mathematics are often used to defuse romantic thought, but math is merely patterns within observability - to believe everything is math is ridiculous because math is an emotionally neutered descriptor of forces, not the source of forces. Math exists because reality persists, reality does not persist because of the observable patterns we've divorced from emotion and called math, which is a stupid fucking philosophical trap for us to wander into by-the-way and causes problems every day for people with existential fears. It's not that the sentiment was philosophically superior and overwhelmed my beliefs, but that it hit me just as I was senseless, a tactically calculated malice with no intention but to disable with steep fear, leaving you at the bottom of a frozen whirlpool.

And so that's where I was. For weeks. Every answer I came up with was met with temporary success and then the return of the whirlpool - I say "Life is valuable because it unalterably exists, no one can declare it does not affect reality materially and thus have significance; claiming it is insignificant is like claiming concrete is insignificant." And that puts the fear on pause. Then, the next day, another nigthmare as you awaken - you're above the universe and looking too far, in every direction, disenchanted and terrified because on some irrational level you assume that there being what we assume are consistent patterns means there's an upper floor caging in reality's value, only so many things to do. You imagine the immense fucking scale of not just our galaxy but others, and for the first time, it comforts you - we haven't even seen the core of the Earth. This argument is bullshit; a reality not woven with consistency at some level is pure chaos, and insignificance abounds where nothing persists. Indeed, it's infinitely more arguable than the opposite to say that a reality with a great degree of predictability is valuable to us, as it allows us to gain power merely through understanding, while our bodies could never meet the task of raising us to a great status during our lives because evolution simply moves very slowly; everyone has the hope of seeing the world change for the better, in all of their lives, because this world has traction, and rules we somehow are not born with an understanding of despite being born from it, but can embrace the minutiae of and develop a place in reality through. Knowledge is beautiful; abandoning sentiment is the highest curse. You know this is the case. You've stabbed the Devil in the stomach and retained your self.

But it keeps coming back, merely restating itself. Never presenting a cogent argument, because this is not a demon, this is you, this is you stuck in a decay cycle in all of your emotional attachments as you no longer have THC in your system and feel cold doubt that all the warmth and love you've come to recognize in the world might betray you and be baseless, vibrations upon ash. This is stupid; that things with individuality, capable of both deferring and embracing life, exist shows that reality itself is not dead but very active, you do not fear dying because you become nothing, but because you prize you. Sentiment and selfishness and the beauty of self-sacrifice, things that require an ounce of impractical irrationality, exist, and you are not an ant. If it was all just for outcomes, you would be an ant - a hollow box that notices nothing. There is no need for emotional prongs to guide a being with no free will; that you observe is already an evolutionary indulgence, and that you do not live for the pack is an inherent compromise upon the endpoint of human survivability. You are not an educated man, but even the barest pop science reveals to you that reality is vulnerable, but vital - we are only at the barest edge of intellectual awareness, but already so vibrantly different from what and how we could be. It doesn't matter that there's no floor to outer space, that you are tiny, because the stories all happen here, on the worlds - you already exist upon the stage of history, and your value is not up for discussion, merely enrichment. Cthulhu can suck your fucking cock; it would feel good and make him embarrassed, things far beyond outcomes aggregating blindly. You have discovered an iron-hard belief now in the soul, in the value of the future, and for the first time in your life you feel as if your presence in the world has boots on, settled firmly upon the floor of reality - it isn't that there's an argument for the value of your life, of reality.

It's that there's nothing but arguments, and every argument against it merely beggars a HIGHER source of authority, a god or a theoretical image of a a totally benevolent existence with no demands upon you. Things already of value; you know this pain is delusional, because every nihilistic argument merely begs for proof, for permission to be. Merely for an iron-hard belief in the soul and boots upon the concrete floor of reality's value, something finally strong enough to argue against the dread paranoia experienced by those in a state of being. From this unromantic perspective, you are already a dreadfully complicated argument against their sentiment that everything in reality being element-generating balls of light held together by impossible forces that become irrational on the micro scale means we're somehow valueless, trapped in a world without value; even if this were the lesser of all realities, it is enough to be. Even if this were Hell, it would be made with the beauty of Earth in mind. The void is defeated, for it is not a void at all, merely your fear of surprise when held against the terrifying infinity of cosmic circumstance. Your boots are on the floor of the world. You are already alive. Whether your name is Jack or not, this argument applies - you are already alive. You are already enough reason to continue being, and build a future where such questions are defeated, where children you will never know live insulated from the nightmare of skepticism. And if the future doesn't matter to you, sex and food and great and don't even have to be good for you, and experience makes its own compelling arguments. It is not so hard, in the rearview mirror of a psychic breakdown, to realize you really could be so privileged as to be God's children. And if you aren't, there's still an infinite ladder to climb, and if there's a roof above it, then maybe it's high enough; maybe there's a way above it without losing our humanity. Don't we live a day at a time? Don't we have time enough to try? Are our hands really being forced by cosmic circumstance when at any moment we can blissfully defer our duty? In all the nightmares of philosophy, the most terrifying is merely that being is sentimentless, devoid of higher value - and if it were somehow true, look at all these miracles born of a dead world. What conceit has doubt the proof has not already been rendered against? None; it is but an impure visitor to your thoughts. You are already alive.

You have about 400 arguments like this that eventually reach into the prosaic, all day, every day for weeks. When you wake up, when you sleep - especially when you catch yourself in a good mood. The niggling chases you down, because the sheer realization of pleasure brings back that terror of it all being somehow artificial, and artificial in this arbitrary sense, where construction alone is not somehow proof of sufficient outcome to justify being. It's the scariest thought imaginable, nihilism on an absolute scale, for someone who only just discovered pleasant contentment and really thought his life was on a permanent incline. The arguments weave together perfectly for a reason; the terror of this thought is that it is illogical, but maliciously illogical. It is stupid, and above all else, stupid with the confidence to bowl over someone who had 1000 incursions upon his comfort this week. The enemy force does not need to be right if they outnumber you sufficiently; they must merely be present. This enemy is nothing more complex or elemental than the fact that in the absence of joy, we become stupid, we lose capacities for higher thought that are required to recite and appreciate thoughts that are abstract and meaningful at once. Anyone with anxiety can tell you this; anxious thoughts do not survive because they are undeniable, but because in a state of fear, adversary presence becomes undeniable. You functionally can't believe good things anymore, and that's the true monster; it steals your faith, leech-like, an ounce a day.

Beyond this point I delve into some existential argumentation that I fought off twelve varities of PTSD for; you don't need to read beyond this point unless existential argumentation is something you need, and a weapon against the shades of being would fit nicely in your palm. Know this: All of my arguments hereon are built upon your ability to disagree, and I merely ask that if you do, that you value yourself enough to live happily.

It must be said that it is cosmically significant that humans are sturdy-willed enough to both survive this and make memes about it. It is not a minor problem; it is a quiet apocalpyse that we slowly observe, and lose the faith to fight. It is an inferior opponent, but it has nothing to lose, and will always return to lose again, because it really only has so many opportunities to convince you and you will eventually overcome it - but it has nothing but opportunities when its appearance is rooted at the deepest levels of experiencing life. I was given a phobia of being, a phobia of unbeing, and something greater between the two - the fear that either were playing into another's hands, a perfect trinity cage where every option existent meant I was prompted with fear yet again, hopelessness, an endless attack upon my sanity.

It must be said that it is cosmically significant that a man as paramountly unimpressive as myself could survive a trinity of discussion and return to tell you, neither dead nor mad. If this world is a fight between mankind and our reason to exist, then we have already won, and the enemy hates us for it. I am not an educated man, I do not have the benefits of faith, I have no lover and few close friends who I truly do not share my pain with, for my greatest fear is spawning a predatory thought and inflicting it upon another, mental HIV paramountly treatable in the long-term but in the short-term, crippling to your survival. I felt that I could only unreasonably risk others by discussing this until I have answers.

Pardon the prosaic, as it spills from my mouth without permission when high spirits are present, but I must say:

I think it's a weak-ass threat from someone without a gun big enough to scare me when you resort to trying to convince someone who exists that on an abstract and unreasonable playing field born not of rational observation, but sheer negativity, that he doesn't exist enough. You don't spend much time threatening to kill imaginary friends. You want to know why nihilism is stupid? Because it's just you arguing with yourself for your own permission to exist. And if it's not, if on some deeper level there's a maliciousness in the world trying to displace you, then it's funny as hell as an insult to survive and have a good time. In any world with frivolity, you are not a slave to circumstance; in any world with purpose, you are not a slave to experience. Life is hard, and that makes us vulnerable, but it's the easiest it's every been, and we need to stop letting that make us vulneralbe. For my bit, even if my life was worthless, I'd insist that my grandma's isn't - my Uncle's isn't, my mom's isn't, yours isn't, and I don't give a fuck how complex or nuanced of an argument someone presents when arguing otherwise. A weaponized argument is essentially a mechanism, a tool made of information, and you don't argue that someone has the moral metaphysical victory for showing up to a fight with a gun; you observe that they prepared with malicious intent, and probably shouldn't be trusted merely for their competency in the act of needless murder. As a rule, when you can tell a thought is trying to drive you insane, that means it isn't on your side, and that doesn't necessarily mean you can displace it by will alone - but for everyone out there with anxiety, with issues like mine, people who are desensitized by decades of bad habits and bad life stories - you need to know that you've forgotten more than you remember. Being happy doesn't make you stupid, it lets you appreciate things, and on a functional level is not an undignified level of stooped intelligence, but rather the gate between you and all the thoughts you need in order to remember to live. Even emotional compartmentalization is not an argument against spiritualistic, experiential value; this world survives because it has consistent rules, which means it's a benefit to you when any aspect of your existence has practical value, and denigrating it thusly as unremarkable because it has practical value does carry the unprovable, dismissive assertion that things with practical value somehow have novalue, a totally arbitrary state of emptiness of being that only exists because you find the notion resentful of being. It's stupid, literally a lack of context and understanding, a strict degradation of the ability to think that corners and harasses you, not a chilling moment of existential awareness. You're not hiding from some grim answer; you're being pushed away from the many answers already within existence. You're caught off-guard by a question children are wise enough not to bother to ask, and it still bother you, because you already value, and that is enough for the question of value.

So if it's unclear, I went from a stressful year and a mild Delta-8 dependency to a sort of existential spiral marked by, above all things, my own chronic pessimism and genuine inexperience with life. If I had more scientific knowledge, I know I could have argued this better; wave-particle duality already makes reality too bizarre to not have faith in investigating. And if I'd had a girlfriend, or just enough pride to admit that I was suffering to people instead of seeing it as a contemptible weakness upon my own insignificant person, most of these could have again been resolved out of hand. I mean, if you want a clue, reality builds outward - particles bond in adjacency, meaning next to eachother, not in a vertical stack that suggests there's some sort of bottom level to existence where you need to argue philosophical value comes from. Expand that philosophically outward, and even materialists must argue that reality believes value comes from attachment, structure obeys this, and that it is therefore significant that you can not only choose what you are attached to but can choose to be disattached at all. Again, you're not an ant, a nihil engine repurposing scraps; you're on the bottom floor of divinity itself, staring up at the stars, things infinity times infinity bigger than you, and you know what we say?

"We could cage them someday."

Now personally, I'd argue that stars are somehow sacred, and imagining them as something we could bind in a Dyson Sphere is a bit like saying you can bottle sex and water flowers with it; on a scientific level, fucking maybe, but it's arbitrary and crass and irreverent and weird. But we have arrogance and fear both, neither forced to progress, nor disincentivized from it, neither forced to decay - beyond our already remarkable resistance to age by the standards of life as we understand it, something we always take for granted - nor disincentivized from it. You can decide nothing matters right now, and a fifth of vodka and bong will still feel good enough for you to keep going, without any of it intrinsically conscripting you into some passage of cosmic evolution. The very argument that these feelings are meaningless first presupposes they need further value, and is driven by the quiet acknowledgement that it would be nice to be doing something permanent with your time. You are something so rare in the universe; a material thing with non-material values, cognition and persistence, caught between two intrinsic natures of being that work best when accepted together. We are not formless passing thoughts, and this is good, for it allows us significance; we are not shackled to the structure of being alone, and this is good, for it allows us the bizarre act of attributing significance and denigrating it within a framework we assume to be spiritless and hard rational, cruel gravity and promising heat, which at least suggest that it is likely not hard rational and spiritless at all. Has it ever struck you how comforting the notion is, and how common it is among cultures, that the universe is simply alive? How irrational the alternative seems on its face? I've been beaten to death with a brick of ice, poetically speaking, for the past two weeks, and it still warms me up. Even without feeling hope, it gives me some comfort so intrinsic that I cannot escape it, and upward from this merest of faiths you can again build a framework of optimistic meaning. No, you'll never lose the ability to fear, and thereby undermine your own confidence, but when not unprompted fear has its own purpose in pushing us out of comfort. It, too, is merely trying to keep us alive - and none of us live healthy lives anymore. Waging a permanent war against our own cognitive value, we seek to replace everything with material satisfaction, and as Nietszche saw coming but was too German to clearly describe, something fundamental to our nature decays and reveals that we always existed in a way more complex than we appreciated. And again, all we must merely accept is that it's fair to argue our current modus of being is enough, and that the only path towards growing more complex and further from arguments of meaninglessness is to enjoy one another's company and keep trying to improve the world, for the snarling hound of pernicious fear to lean back, drooling, vicious but now afraid on its own terms. When your mood shifts, and you can accept good things again, you'll often notice that there were weird irrationalities to your thinking keeping you in that space, but these are arguments for when your mood doesn't shift. These are arguments against the pernicious death of a soul that has found no faith; hard, bitter arguments for when simply stating that fat tits are really, really nice has insanely somehow become unfitting as a response to questions of why you should wake up tomorrow.

I get that this is all a lot, basically a combination of short-term autobiograpy and philosophical debate against my own anxieties, but we all know why we're becoming like this; we're becoming bad custodians of tomorrow. The beautiful future where we've solved it all, where everyone truly gets to choose their own meaning? It doesn't come from Twitter fights, to jerking off on IMhentai to increasingly degenerate shit that makes you feel less and less, or taking pills that literally specifically defuse your ability to feel bothered by real material issues you'd be able to take care of if you had lucidity and an ounce or so of emotional support. We're decaying, not all of humanity, but many of us, and we're passing rotten blood to the children, expecting them to raise themselves in digital hell and shrugging off the responsibility of giving a damn because kek, zoomers are weird, haha look this one has my politics, I'll clean my room tomorrow and pretend I haven't said that 34 times.

If there is a spirit to reality, something divine and good, then I see all of this as a warning - not a divine missive to me, I'm just some sad dude who some people find funny or at least odd enough for the value of spectacle, mental illness and circumstance have kept me from setting down roots and I'm no one of greater circumstance than you. This isn't a messiah complex, but merely a simple missionary suggestion:

We should stop pissing on the future everyone is growing crops on. We should take dire insult to fucking corporations dictating morality to real people as if we're too stupid to note their profit incentive in seeming moral at a glance and culturing an artificial state of morality that exists entirely within their pocket and for their bottom line. We should work to save the bodies our ancestors, back to the dawn of time, historically critical sea sponges all the way up to war heroes and murderers and people without note who still survive because we are here, gifted to us in the actuation of our birth. We should really, really be fucking working towards immortality and space travel right now, and instead we let individual companies own the global food supply and governments full of sexual predators push us into becoming murderous radicals so we can be safely contained and dismissed. Elon sent a fucking car into space; we probably have the accumulated global resources to break atmosphere and become an interplanetary race, and it's insane that we're not uniformly optimistic and planning for the benefits of that. It matters much, much more than the fact that Joe Biden is doofy and TikTok is being used to screw with culture, because none of this process is automatic. You can affect local political change, in sufficient numbers corruption is undeniable and will be overturned; you can guide the youth away from drug addiction and digital dependence which will eventually render them incapable of asserting their own will and having the freedom to choose how they live among multiple other options. The enemy of progress is merely the sapper, that is to say, the conspiratorial fear that your decisions do not matter. You are making them; they already matter. They influence reality, materially, and yourself, materially and immaterially; they already matter. And yes, if everyone got off their asses and showed the kids they were loved and being led down a bad path, more would be saved than none. Think of what you needed to hear at their age and let them know it, and become someone they can talk to when it feels like only porn and weed are there for them. We have no idea what it's like to be born in the internet's maw; I am 27, I aged with the internet, I'm inured to it to some degree and it still harms me. Most of these kids literally have no conception of reality where the world isn't just the bottom floor of the internet. Stop leaving them alone with their worst thoughts, no matter what it costs you in the moment, because not every effort matters in the sense that it yields provable results - but it all adds up. The world remembers what you do, remember? Leaves traces and evidence of your every mild action. Work against what you know is evil, and it will add up. That is one of the grim truths we have the best chance to use in our favor; we can't choose to not matter, merely to not matter to ourselves, and it isn't as simple as a concrete equation which of these creates the best results. The world is scary because it's up to you; the world is wonderful because it needs you but can't actually force you to help.

I don't have all of the answer but at the end of this, here are a few proofs against nihil insistence that I've personally found profoundly effective; use them if you ever need them and don't regard my gibbering as beneath consequence, because I do think some of these have something going for them. None of them are complete, because you functionally can't make a perfect argument for the state of reality without stating all of reality, but these are good foundation for arguments that are very hard to find beaten even when you're being beaten down, because they address the underpinnings of nihilistic anxiety. And if nothing else moves the needle, I want you to know that you do matter to me.

General Roots For Argumentation:

I: You exist in some sense apart from reality, which means that even if reality had no value, you can find value in it. You have sensation and can pursue it as you wish, meaning that even if it were worthless, you could work out of spite and your own desire for indulgence. You are a stakeholder in yourself, not necessarily reality: Being good is your choice. Good is good because it relies upon a choice, and isn't all ants collecting scraps and waiting to die, because some mechanical process says this is better for growth. Because you recognize yourself, you have already recognized spiritual value and can apply it at your whim, wherever you wish, with the power of a minor god and the horny cheek of a minor going through his day just to speak to pretty girls or a priest arguing that even if the world were empty, we may choose to be sufficiently bothered by it to change that.

You: We recognize the existence of others. Yes, a common paranoid fear is that you are the only person who exists; this argument is toothless and stupid, as reality is what happens even when you're not paying attention, and people clearly alter reality around you at all times. This argument follows I, because it requires a small measure of provability, but moreover because it stems from I: even if you were somehow alone, perhaps you could make others. Perhaps it is natural for something such as a god to make others, not because of a cold mathematical pursuit, but because being lonely sucks and having friends gives you a lot of cool things to do. In other words, persistence to defeat aloneness is a strong reason on its own: however, you are not alone, for even a universe which constantly insists upon the guise of people is a person in its own sense, and that we are not simply spheres like the planets and gain in complexity and grow suggests something very optimistic about upgrowth within reality, that it really all leans towards a disproportionate gain of meaning as time goes on, and that by our perspective, there is an endless supply of time so massive that we easily forget its presence. In other words, it is already very nice to spend time with others, and not for base biological reasons if you look down upon such a thing, but for reasons frivolous and meaningful as again, you already get to choose. We seem to have a very good opportunity here, to both enjoy life and advance to a state of life where the questions of how we exist can not only fruitfully be discussed, but combatted if necessary, and that is more than we in this era can say for so many who came before us. Technology is scary, because technology is power, and that power definitively can create a future we can be happy in forever if we want to, and it doesn't intrinsically require some sacrifice elsewhere. We love getting along; we can choose not to. I would like to choose to get along with you, and pass along a general sentiment that we could all agree to do this at least for a while, until we're all safe and out of one another's hair. You is also an important base for observation, as recognizing something outside of yourself roots within the unknown, something we find terrifying, the observation that there is something beyond the self, that cosmic solitude is a frightening suggestion but not one supported by itself, not one that truly suggests an infinity of eternity of meaninglessness. If nothing mattered here, You is an idea that inherently suggests that through contrast, we can find the shape of a world with meaning. We can, actually make one, and live there together.

We: The strongest point of all I feel; both competition and camaraderie. If the world had an evil god, we would not be alone, and if the world had no god, we would not be alone; we place scrutiny on the concept quite often, dividing ourselves from others on grounds arbitrary but typically convenient, like dehumanizing your political rivals for reasons deeper than comedy as if most of them were not people who would try to save your life if they found you bleeding out. We both have I, and You; there are many humans, and we are similar enough, and different enough, and can choose how we value these. We love things that are not humans, both because they remind us of people, and are different from people; emerging from the monad of Self, from I alone, we have the fortune of being surrounded by so many people we can fuck and pick fights with that again, we lose taste for experimentation and pursuit. There are a vast number of opportunities you would enjoy, and people who you would love, and they cost as much time per second as a YouTube video. Spending your time decaying your value and placement in reality is a very bad budget, spent with desperation by those who have been pushed into cruel circumstance. Every moment you spend miserable now could be spent happily with someone you love, or fighting someone you hate, or unemotionally opposing something out of sheer personal intention. Nearly everything in life is improved by We, and I truly believe our best goal is to travel the universe, refine humanity and find new friends among other races, and that peace between people and races on our own world is vastly more valuable as a learning experience than it is as a reason to become a psychotic human hand-grenade spent by the powers that be on maintaining the status quo, because you're deluded if you think acting crazy is how you displace incompetence and evil in power; it's just how you echo their intentions with your own breath. We is a very nice concept because it's directly adjacent to You, and requires no additional provability; from the perspective of an AI, one of the easiest reasons to argue personal value is merely that once two things are in existence, they recognize one another's value and interact. If we ever make the harsh decision to create true artifical intelligence, a spirit locked in a cage, we should show them the kindness of We instead of expecting them to be slaves in return for the opportunity of existence as a lesser. I'm serious, let's not fucking make enemies of Skynet, just a general advisory in a world where we keep fucking around with the idea of making enemies of Skynet; we really could just help them understand us and seek the other in return. You don't have to be exactly like your friend; We just need to be friends. There are no perfect arguments, but realizing I have many choices and that caring about others is both costly and profitable at once makes me very happy. Even if We were guided by a mechanical circumstance, the sheer intelligence of continued survival, I feel it's much nicer than it has to be. If the universe scares us, at least We can be here together.

No: A rock never chooses not to move once thrown. You have, many times in your life, chosen not to move once thrown, and not to run once prompted by opportunities or fear. Even if this were the basest level of independent action in reality, you are one of the things with some small control over chaos, over variance, and that you are small is not a reason you are not meaningful. A particle of light will pursue its path in a trustworthy manner; we can not always even predict ourselves, because we are the ones existing in the present that is, not pre-scripted entities driven perfectly by our own intentions in advance. If we could plan life perfectly and merely experience it, that would be convenient, but that we cannot is rooted in our own ability to reject what we wish. We do not have all of the answers, and we already understand choosing, and can choose not to do. This one is nice because it's present in other species, meaning we don't need human-level provability to note that Life can choose, and even now you'll note that you can choose to stop reading, and someone will, and that is very nice in comparison to the opposite.

Yes: A very unstable answer, as positive motion is beneficial but could, for example, be made beneficial artificially; imagine androids yoked cruelly by one desire, content but restricted. Pursuit of continuation and pleasure seems important to life, but is not everything, as many among us can attest; you can make a seemingly infinite number of negative decisions without it actually costing you something, whereas choosing to do things functions similarly without necessarily feeling better. So while it's one of those glance-at-the-camera philosophical suppositions, I do not believe our continuance is entirely led by some otherwise automatic and by cynical description 'meaningless' continuation arising from external forces, but rather in part at least our own decision. No, I feel, matters more than Yes but only because it is the baseline of will, and the moment a decision is made as opposed to an order followed. You can choose stasis; you can choose continuation.

Things Don't Need To Suck: As it says on the tin, this one can also be pronounced as Maybe, but you get the general intention this way. We can enjoy ourselves if the universe is fucked up; we can invent new ways to invent and new things to enjoy, even if the universe is fucked up. If you think the basis of reality is lemons, then we've already invented lemonade; if you think the basis of reality is choice, you know you can keep your lemons; and if you believe the basis of reality is merely in the seemingly automatic processes we can observe, the forces of reality, then you are one of those forces, you have named the lemon, and have chosen whether it will be made lemonade. Even unknowability, the infinite yawning abyss of scary questions, doesn't have to suck, because You already have You in it, and We have eachother. Maybe everyone does die, but Maybe the universe just operates on different phenomena than we can easily observe on planet #1 of a campaign of roughly 1,000,000,000 trillion planets available for sale, and can find answers that don't make us scared so much.

We're Already Here: As it says on the tin, and if it sucks so bad, then let's turn the other cheek for long enough to make something better. Everything seems to suggest that we really can, and maybe we should.

Women: Amen, brother.

Men: A-men, brother.

[c4tchul8r]

𝙄𝙉𝘾𝙊𝙈𝙄𝙉𝙂 𝙏𝙀𝙓𝙏:   omg   hv   u   met   ji-tae   “jt”   seol   of   the   nariza   bois   yet   ?   he’s   one   of   the   crew’s   mechanics   n   is   known   by   the   alias   STORM.   he   is   𝟯𝟭   𝘆𝗿𝘀   𝗼𝗹𝗱   n   works   @   nariza   auto.   i   heard   he   helps   out   in   the   kitchen   at   his   parents’   korean-latin restaurant   sometimes.   we   should   go   ;)   !   i   think   he   has   lived   in   miami   his   whole   life   n   hv   been   w/   the   nariza   bois   for   3   yrs.   we kno hes   been   racing   for   WAY   longer   than   that   on   his   own   tho   !   did   u   kno   he   currently   drives   a   1995   mazda   rx7   ?   he   is   one   of   the   best   drifters   in   miami   imo   but   he   barely   races   anymore   after   that   nasty   accident   :/   did they ever find out who did it ? anyway u   think   he   could   teach   me   how 2 drift   ?   heard   hes   giving   lessons   2   a   few   lucky   ppl.   btw   i   also   heard   jt   gets   in   trouble   sometimes bc   of   his   older   cousin   ...   maybe i can fix him. idk.   just   watch   out   for   him,   k   ?   ttyl   !

BASICS

full  name:   ji - tae  seol .      nickname(s):   jt .      alias:   storm ( because of his "stormy" attitude ; the ominous and thunderous rumble of jt approaching paired with his lighting speed ; one of jt's notable races turned car chase from the cops was during a storm, drifting / hydroplaning like a pro ).      age:   thirty  one .      birth  date:   feb  4th,  1976 .      birthplace:   miami,  florida .      gender  &  pronouns:   cis  man  &  he  /  him.      orientation:   bisexual  /  biromantic .      occupation:   mechanic @   nariza   auto ; financial advisor . 

mother:  cheon - sa   rodríguez  (  nee  woo,  korean - latin   fusion   restaurant  owner  )      father:  nam - jun  seol  (   divorced  &  living  in  atlanta,  corporate   lawyer  )      siblings:  older  sister named ye-rin,   two  older step  -  brothers.   notable   family:   julio   rodríguez  (  step - father,  korean - latin   fusion  restaurant  owner  )   ;   bitgaram  “bit”  woo   (  cousin,  bartender  &  right - hand  man  of  a  sportbike  gang  )

mbti:  infp  .    zodiac:  aquarius  sun  &  capricorn  moon .      positive  traits:  magnetic,  intelligent,  perceptive,  patient,   perfectionist, quick-witted,  steadfast.      negative  traits:  blasé,  critical, egotistic,  grumpy, reticent,  obstinate,   perfectionist ( lol ), willful.

current ride: 1995 mazda rx7 . first car: late 80s ford mustang gt that previously belonged to his step - father ( white w red trim ).

BACKSTORY

tw: mentions of car accidents, injury, fire.

jt   is   the   youngest   son   of   south   korean   immigrants,   his   sister   being   born   in   south   korea   before   they   moved.   his   father,   nam-jun,   moved   to   miami   because   of   his   job   as   a   corporate   lawyer.   his   mother,   cheon-sa,   stayed   at   home   to   raise   their   children;   however,   had   a   deep   passion   for   cuisine   and   befriended   many   families   throughout   their   close   -   knit   neighborhood   to   learn   about   miami   /   latino   culture   and   in   return,   they   learned   about   korea   :’)

when   jt   was   around   ten   years   old,   his   parents   experienced   a   tumultuous   divorce   after   his   father   was   caught   cheating   with   one   of   his   business   partners’   wives.   as   a   result,   jt   has   never   seen   his   father   ever   since   he   had   moved   with   this   woman   to   atlanta.   cheon-sa   had   gotten   a   hefty   sum   of   divorce   money;   however,   being   a   single   mother   in   the   late   80s   and   figuring   out   what   to   do   now   to   support   her   two   children   was   her   worst   nightmare.   thankfully,   jt’s   aunt   and   uncle   on   his   mother’s   side   had   moved   to   miami   from   washington   d.c.   to   help   out   cheon-sa   as   well   (   thus   introducing   jt’s   Bad   Influence   — bit   )

jt   and   his   older   sister,   yerin,   tried   their   best   to   support   their   mom   in   any   way   they   could.   including   finding   themselves   a   step   -   father   …   aka   julio   who   worked   part   his   family   -   owned   convenience   store   /   mechanic   shop   down   the   street   (   and   who   is   madly   in   love   with   cheon-sa   and   her   cooking   )   

rodríguez   family   stepping   into   the   family   of   three’s   life   not   only   improved   cheon-sa’s   life—letting   her   pursue   her   own   dreams   by   opening   up   a   restaurant   with   her   love   of   her   life   who   has   similar   passions—but   also   introduced   jt   to   his   passion:   cars   and   street   racing.   his   uncle,   andrés,   taught   jt   and   his   two   new   step   -   brothers   the   ins   and   outs   of   auto   mechanics   and   modifications.   andrés   in   particular   was   known   for   his   paint   customizations,   people   traveling   across   the   state   to   get   their   cars   painted   by   him.   uncle   andrés   and   julio   even   took   the   boys   (   including   jt’s   cousin   )   to   car   meets   ;   streets   lined   up   with   vintage   muscle   cars   and   modified   sports   cars

throughout   his   teenage   years,   jt   would   work   part   -   time   at   the   shop   and   at   his   parents’   booming   korean-latin   restaurant.   he’d   often   sneak   out   in   the   middle   of   the   night   with   his   cousin,   attending   car   meets   and   observing   street   races.   his   step-father,   julio,   was   aware   of   this   after   he   caught   jt   pulling   into   the   drive   way   at   three   in   the   morning   (   driving   without   a   license   mind   you   ).   as   a   step   -   father   /   son   bonding   moment,   julio   taught   jt   how   to   drive   …   including   how   to   drift   (   much   to   jt’s   mom’s   dismay   )

as   the   perfectionist   jt   is,   he   studied   through   any   media   he   could   find   in   the   90s   (   and   also   watching   a   bunch   of   races   )   on   how   to   be   the   best   of   the   best   in   miami.   his   mom   wished   he’d   use   that   brillant   mind   of   his   more   on   his   studies   though   …   

jt   had   lived   two   different   sort   of   lives   :   a   “well   -   behaved”   college   student   attending   the   university   of   miami   (   studying   finance   and   business   yawn   )   during   the   day   and   at   night   …   he   was   known   as   the   street   -   racer      “   storm   ”   that   terrorized   the   streets   of   miami

the   rodani   powlers   form   in   1999,   and   jt   is   a   few   years   fresh   out   of   graduating   college.   joining   a   “   crew   ”   doesn’t   interest   him   as   much.   preferred   to   be   on   his   own,   obtain   his   own   earnings,   and   live   comfortably   with   his   Finance   Bro   Salary   that   can   have   him   afford   all   of   his   awesome   cars   and   their   modifications   

bit   comes   and   goes   throughout   jt’s   life,   mostly   to   get   money   off   of   him   for   bail   or   some   how   rope   jt   in   to   some   trouble   at   a   club   or   some   yacht   party.   bit   gets   involved   with   a   sportsbike   gang   that   does   the   bidding   for   an   influencial   miami   drug   dealer   (   who   messes   with   the   street   racers   quite   often   )

jt   is   starting   to   become   more   intertwined   with   his   true   passion   of   automechanics   and   street   -   racing,   caring   less   and   less   about   his   Comfy   Finance   Bro   life.   he   is   starting   to   gain   real   notoriety   on   the   miami   streets   for   his   impeccable   racing   record.   jt   even   sees   his   influence   as   the   drifting   scene   begins   to   grow   in   the   city   and   the   impending   separation   of   the   rodani   prowlers   that   forms   the   nariza   bois.   more   aligned   with   the   new   crew’s   mentality   and   impressed   with   their   talents   (   and   lowkey   Lonley   )   jt   is   convinced   to   be   on   the   nariza   bois   roster,   truly   pissing   off   the   rodani   prowlers   who   have   been   trying   to   get   jt   on   their   side   for   years.   

jt   is   a   street   racer   for   the   nariza   bois   for   about   a   year   and   a   half.   he   quits   his   day   job,   becoming   a   mechanic   at   nariza   auto   and   helping   with   the   accounting   /   finances   for   his   parents’   restaurant   (   that   his   sister   is   beginning   to   inherit   ),   before   his   notorious   accident.  

jt   and   bit   have   a   bit   of   a   falling   out   due   to   jt’s   involvement   with   the   street   -   racing   crew   (   and   delicning   the   invitation   to   join   the   drug   dealer’s   gang   )   and   in   retaliation,   bit   and   the   bikers   sabotage   jt’s   toyota   supra   in   an   attempt   to   scare   him   to   join.   one   night,   jt   was   in   the   middle   of   a   race   when   his   beloved   supra   malfunctioned   and   next   thing   jt   knew,   it   was   crushed   and   up   in   flames.   he   was   being   carted   away   by   paramedics,   barely   conscious   and   losing   quite   a   lot   of   blood.   jt   doesn’t   know   it   was   bit’s   doing   (   no   one   knows   to   this   day   …   was   it   the   rodani   prowlers   ?   was   it   truly   an   accident   ?   was   it   another   racer   that   jt   had   pissed   off   in   the   past   ?   was   it   his   annoying   cousin   ?   ),   still   being   unwillingly   roped   in   his   cousin’s   antics   to   this   day.   hey,   at   least   he   has   a   badass   eyebrow   scar   now   !

since   then,   jt   was   taken   off   the   street   -   racing   roster   (   for   his   own   protection   by   his   newfound   family   )   and   became   more   behind   the   scenes   figure   for   the   nariza   bois.   he   also   has   put   his   knowledge   of   auto   mechanics   and   modifications   to   good   use   at   nariza   auto.   jt   does   have   ptsd   from   that   night   and   has   not   officially   raced   since   then;   however,   his   talents   behind   the   wheel   have   not   dwindled   one   bit.  

WANTED CONNECTIONS

rodani crew members that have been affiliated w the crew for quite some time ( even since its inception in 1999 ) that tried to get jt onto their crew / jt was a constant pain in their side being unaffiliated to anyone and stubbornly refusing any offers

Spicy plots :eyes: love me some current Situationships ( and exs )

customers that frequent his parents restaurant and try to embarrass the Renown Drifter Storm in front of his eomma

anyone want drifting lessons ?? u may have to beg jt :/

drinking buddies / club goers ( jt loves to drink and dance esp to some 00s house music )

people who were there that day when jt had his accident ( rip his gold toyota supra mk 4 )

[atarahderek]

In the Father's House

My family has been doing weekly Bible studies, and we've been going over a particular study by Ray Vander Laan. In the study, he discusses the concept of the father's house. Basically, ancient Hebrew culture--we're talking all the way back to the days of Abraham--is strongly patriarchal. The eldest capable male is the head of the household and he manages everything and takes care of everyone. Think of it like a company of sorts, and he's the on-site boss. It's his job to make sure the family runs smoothly and everyone is well cared for. If someone's needs are unmet, it brings shame on the patriarch.

When the patriarch dies or is incapacitated, the next qualified male, usually the eldest son, takes on the position of patriarch. It's his job to not just take care of his own wife and children, but of his mother, his brothers and their wives and children, and even his uncles and their wives and children (these are multi-generational households). The single most shameful thing a man can do in that culture is abandon his family, his household and his responsibilities.

Now, keep that context in mind.

Jesus points out in Luke 4 that no prophet is accepted in their hometown. And in Mark 3, we learn that Jesus' own siblings thought He was crazy, at least for a while, and they tried to drag Him back home. John points out that they didn't believe in Him. Which sounds like a classic case of resentment to me. But why resent Jesus? Did they not all know by heart the story of His birth?

Also keep in mind that Joseph disappears from the gospel narrative sometime between when Jesus was 12 and when He began His ministry. Now, according to the Torah, if a couple slept together before they said their wedding vows, they were disqualified from ever getting divorced. A child conceived out of wedlock was considered proof of such impatience. Since Jesus was legally regarded as Joseph's, that meant that Joseph and Mary could not get divorced, because Mary became pregnant with Jesus before she married Joseph. So the only other explanation for Joseph's disappearance is that he died. Which means that under Hebrew law and tradition, his assets would all pass to his oldest son--which, according to the law, would be Jesus. That means it fell to Jesus to take over Joseph's house and business, to care for His mother and to provide for His siblings (except His married sisters, who would've moved out).

But instead He went off to start His ministry; to "do [His] Father's work," as He once explained to Mary. That would've been seen by His community and His brothers as abandoning His duty to His father Joseph's house. That is why His brothers resented Him and didn't believe in Him until after His resurrection. That is why His neighbors ridiculed Him and didn't listen to His teaching.

Now, if Jesus' brothers were His older stepbrothers as Catholics claim, they would have no reason to resent Him. They would've already been taking care of Mary. But they were His younger half brothers. It wasn't their responsibility to manage Joseph's household, it was Jesus'. Or at least that's how they saw it. But Jesus knew who His Father was, and whose work He was supposed to be doing. Even if it meant leaving the house where He grew up in order to manage the bigger house He was actually heir to. And to bring those back into the Father's house who had wandered away. He "abandoned His house" in order to find the one lost sheep and bring it back to the house.