#and he also still believes in the good of heaven I'm not arguing against that

[paperclipninja]

*furtively glances side to side*

*cracks open the window*

*whispers into the wind*

Aziraphale didn't choose Heaven over Crowley

Aziraphale chose Heaven for Crowley

[taurielofmirkwood77777]

Can we all stop with the "Aziraphale is wrong, Crowley is right" mentality please? The whole season was spent of saying "nothing is just black and white, everything is in shades of grey" and yet a lot of people are still falling for the black and white thing. BOTH were right and BOTH were wrong. Let's unfold this, shall we?

Starting with the elephant in the room, yes, Aziraphale was wrong for thinking he can change Heaven. We, as an audience, saw just how awful Heave can be, when Aziraphale didn't for the most part. He doesn't know why Gabriel is fired and he never learned how Heaven treated "him" after he averted Armageddon. He doesn't know all of that, but we do, so it's not fair to blame him for it. Him believing that he Crowley wants to be an angel again is simply due to the lack of communication between them. Both in season 1 and 2, Crowley mentioned multiple times that him falling was not fair because he never did anything more than just ask questions, unlike other demons who were all against Heaven. So Aziraphale assuming that that means he would like another shot at being an angel is completely reasonable.

Now, Aziraphale was also right for taking the job. Considering the events of season 2, it was very clear that Heaven wouldn't simply let Aziraphale and Crowley exist in peace after everything. Yes, they had 4 years of peace, but for immortal beings, that's more like 4 hours. Aziraphale wants to make sure that he and Crowley CAN exist without the constant fear of revenge or punishment. After all, we were just introduced to the Book of Life and there's nothing stopping Heaven from erasing one or both of them from existence forever. Aziraphale doesn't want to be with Crowley if that means living in constant fear, because that's not really a living, is it? He needs to do something about it. Even if Crowley doesn't see it that way, Aziraphale has to do something to keep them both safe, if not the entire Earth. So his choice of going to Heaven may not be "good", but it sure is the most logical.

As for Crowley... poor Crowley. He doesn't get it. In season 1, he came to Aziraphale and had to work to convince him to stop Armageddon from happening. And the moment he thinks that it can't be stopped, he decides to run away. And that idea stuck. Up until that moment back in season 1, Crowley didn't even entertain the idea of leaving Earth. But from that point onward, it's the only thing he thinks about. He brings it up every chance he gets. You could even argue that being a coward is one of the reasons he became a demon in the first place (sorry not sorry). But running away isn't an option. Running may save him from the problems going on on Earth, but no matter where he goes, he can't get away from Heaven and Hell. They can always pull him back, they can do worse things from afar. But Crowley doesn't see it. He tells Aziraphale "You can't leave this bookshop." as if that's not what he was planning to do since episode 1. Crowley loves the Earth. Even more so than Aziraphale. He plays dress up every chance he gets, he drinks poison for fun, he cares about the health of ducks and is clearly indulging himself in alcohol much more than Aziraphale does in food (speaking of, he was also the first one to consume human food and drinks and the reason Aziraphale does so in the first place). He's the one who convinced Aziraphale to stop the destruction of Earth in the first place. But Crowley is also very stubborn.

At the same time, Crowley knows better than anyone how Heaven and Hell work and how that can never be changed. He saw first hand how Heaven treats its own angels (I'm including Gabriel in this) and realises it's all a trap. He can tell. He fears for Aziraphale's life, and even for his if he were to accept it. Crowley tries to warn him more than anything. But just knowing everything is a scam is not enough.

The only way for Aziraphale and Crowley to be able to just be together is for them to make sure they can. And the only way to do that is by going in the belly of the beast.

[sturnioloszn]

ICE BOUND (3) - M.S

summary; while sneaking around with the team captain, you both lose track of time and get caught in the very act you tried so hard to keep a secret.

warnings; smut, unprotected sex (pls wrap the willy), semi-blowjob?, dirty talk, praising, arguing, getting caught.

a/n; this is gonna be kinda long, but it is the last part of this "mini series", idek if this counts as a series lmfao, it's just multiple oneshots from the same storyline? idk, either way; i hope you enjoy it. 💙

P1, P2

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Matt and I have been together for just over 4 months, and it's been everything and more. He's insanely thoughtful and caring, which is hard to believe considering the reputation hockey guys get.

Apart from the fact that Matt literally worships the ground I step on, he always makes sure I feel loved in ALL departments. If I was sad, dick. If I was angry, dick. If I was horny, dick. And I have to admit, he must be magic because it works every. single. time.

A notification pings on my phone, snapping me out of my daydreams; I know exactly who the text is from. I quickly unlocked my phone to reply to Matt's message.

He was driving over to my house right now even though he had practice. He made up some shitty excuse to my dad about how he "caught a cold" and therefore couldn't make it, but it was all a lie just to see me. It was sweet that he'd skip practice to be with me, but I wish he still went, I know how much hockey means to him.

A few moments later, I heard a knock at my front door, I catapulted myself down the stairs to go open it. I'm met with Matt's sweet smile, and it leaves me in awe. I throw myself into him, wrapping my arms around his torso, and he pulls me into him tighter.

He rests his chin on top of my head, sinking into the hug. He was wearing a black, 'ransom' hoodie and sweats, which contrasted with his pale skin and eyes.

I'm sure he wasn't impressed with my outift, I was in one of his hoodies and plaid pyjama pants; but I wouldn't be wearing anything in a few minutes, so it didn't really matter.

He breaks away from the hug, placing a soft kiss on my forehead. "How's my pretty girl?" He asks, letting the nickname he made for me roll off his tongue.

"Good, missed you, though," I reply, letting him into the house and shutting the door behind us. We move up to my bedroom, and we both pretend like we don't know what's about to happen.

"So what'd 'coach' say about you missing practice," I ask, falling back onto my bed and pulling him on with me; he climbs between my legs so that we are face to face.

"He told me to get better soon, said he couldn't practice without his 'star player'," he smirks, leaning down to invite me into a warm kiss. His lips moving against mine is the personification of heaven, and it makes my heart flutter each time they touch.

He continues to softly abuse my lips, licking and biting at them while soft whimpers involuntarily escape my lips. He then moves away from my lips and dips his head down to the crook of my neck, where he continues his work.

I tilt my head backwards into the mattress to grant him more access as I reach down between our bodies and gently grab hold of his bulge, which has formed in his sweats. A low groan flees his lips when I start palming him softly through the material.

"You feel that, baby? It's all yours," He breathes out, struggling to continue the work on my neck. I smile and bring him back to my lips so that I can keep feeling him, but it's not long before he breaks our contact again to speak, "I need your lips wrapped around me so bad,"

"Yeah?" I taunt, sitting up, causing him to also sit up. I slide off the bed and land on my knees in front of him while he moves to sit on the edge of the bed. I look up at him through my lashes as I grab hold of the waistband of his sweats.

He places his hands over mine and helps push them down to his mid-thigh. I examine the view in front of me, his large cock straining against his boxers, so much that there's a little wet patch on his boxers.

"Do I make you wet, baby?" I tease, grabbing hold of his cock still in his underwear. He leans his head back, giving me a view of his adam apple as he thickly swallows.

"You make me so wet," he agrees, his voice so low that by breathing too hard, you'd miss it. I finally pull his boxers down to where his sweats are and his cock springs free.

I spit into my hand before wrapping it around his base and slowly pumping it a few times until beads of pre-cum form at his tip. I lean down and lick him clean before bringing his tip into my mouth completely. I suck on his swollen head, releasing it only to swirl my tongue around it.

"Fuck- just like that," he mutters, tangling one of his calloused hands into my hair. Just as I'm about to place his dick back into my mouth, my bedroom door flings open.

"DAD?!" I shriek, quickly pulling away from Matt, jumping to my feet. Matt hurriedly pulls his boxers and sweats up, also jumping to his feet.

The door semi-closes after he realises what is going on, but he still stands behind it. "WHAT THE FUCK!" He yells. He's obviously livid. At this point, my face is painted red, and Matt also has blush covering his cheeks and nose.

"ARE YOU DECENT?!" He continues to yell. Oh God. How did I not even hear the front door open? And why is he back already? Did practice already finish?

"Yes," we both mutter in unison, lowering our gaze as he walks back in. I fiddle with a loose thread on my hoodie, trying to ignore the glares being thrown at us.

"Does anyone care to explain what is going on?" He asks more calmly but still very furious. I don't bother looking up, indicating Matt to speak.

"I'm sorry, coach," Matt apologises, his eyes glued to the ground. You could almost hear Matt's heart beating out from his chest, except that mine was much louder.

"I'm sorry? That's all you have to say to say after lying to me so that you could skip practice and sneak around with my daughter?!" He says, becoming more angry again, his voice bouncing off the walls.

We stood there in silence as my father's gaze tore us apart. I've never felt so humiliated in my entire life.

"Matthew, get out of my house, and you are never to see each other again, understood?" He speaks firmly.

"Dad, that's not fair!" I argue back, finally meeting his gaze. He couldn't decide who I could and couldn't see.

"I'm not arguing with you. He is leaving immediately and not coming back. He should count himself lucky he isn't already kicked from the team," He says, looking over at Matt.

Matt swallows, "I'm sorry, coach, bye y/n," he says, walking out of my room. Now that he is gone, the air is much denser, and the silence grew louder. My dad stood in front of me, not uttering a sound because the look on his face was speaking a million words.

"I'm so disappointed in you. You're going to stay in your room and think about your actions," he says, moving to also leave my room. As he grabs the door handle to close it, he mutters, "and you are to stay away from him," before closing the door shut.

The second the door closes, I hunt for my phone to shoot Matt a text. I tell him not to worry and that I'll try to explain the situation later, but he says that it won't change anything.

I feel horrible for dragging him into this mess. I single-handedly ruined hockey for him now, or at least hockey with my father.

A few hours have passed now, and my phone receives a notification. I open it to see a message from Matt. I don't have time to even read what it says before I hear a knock at my window.

I jump from the unexpected noise, and I look to see Matt crouched outside my window. I quickly go open the window to let him in.

"What are you doing here?!" I shout whispered at him, not wanting my father downstairs to hear me speaking to someone.

"Did y'really think I was gonna stay away from my pretty girl? Especially with blue balls," he laughs, bringing me into a quick kiss. I smile into the kiss, finding this all too amusing. Our kiss very quickly becomes deeper and more passionate with his hands raking up and down my body.

"Do you want to?" He asks, clearly referring to sex. I nod at his question, and he walks me backwards into my bed, making me fall onto it. While moving his lips deliberately against mine, he slips both of us out of our clothes until we're left in just our underwear.

He places gentle kisses all over my body, his hands gripping my hips, keeping me firmly in place as I squirm.

"Is the door locked this time?" He asks, looking up towards my bedroom door, I shake my head.

"Go close it, sweetheart," he encourages, pulling away from me. I stand up and go lock my bedroom door, trying to be gentle so that my father doesn't hear a thing. As I spin back around, I see Matt leaning against the headboard with his boxers pulled down and his hands firmly stroking his cock.

I timidly walk back to him and stand at his side, "c'mere, baby," he hushes, patting his thighs. I pull my shorts and soaked panties down at the same time before climbing over him to place my legs on either side of him. He rests both of his hands on my hips as I now comfortably straddle him.

He moves his middle finger to play with my folds, "shit, you're so wet. Is this all for me, hm?" he asks, slowly collecting the wetness that had formed. I nod my head and rut my hips on his hand, seeking even more treasure. "You're so impatient," he chuckles before removing his hand and bringing his finger to my lips so that I could suck it clean.

He then roughly grabs hold of me with one hand and uses the other to line his cock up with my entrance. He gives me a small tap to indicate that he's ready when I am, and I slowly sink down into his cock.

"Fuck, Matt," I moan, taking him fully, and he's already so deep. His head is slung backwards, resting against the headboard as I begin to rock my hips; I grab onto his shoulders for the minimal support they offer.

My movements become rougher and more ragged, causing the bed to creak slightly under our movements. He grabs onto my hips tighter, forcing me to move slower even though I wanted the opposite.

"Shhh, we have to be quiet, baby. Can't let your dad hear you riding me so good," he groans, his eyebrows furrowing but nevertheless fighting to keep eye contact with me.

I moan as a response and start bouncing on him instead. He notices my tits bouncing up and down in my top and lifts it up to get a better look. He brings both hands up to squeeze and play with them as I keep moving up and down but this only brings me closer to the edge.

"Matt...I'm gonna...come," I say, my movements becoming much more unsteady. My legs are becoming weaker, and I'm unable to keep up the pace. I then feel him move his hands back to my hips.

"Let me finish the job, pretty girl, you've done so good," he praises, gripping my hips intensely, forcing me to still but instantly replacing my movement by thrusting his hips up. He continuously rams into me, abusing my g-spot. I feel the heat in my lower stomach become unbearable, and I can't control it anymore.

"Fuck-I'm coming...fuck, fuck, fuck," I chant throwing my head back and grinding my hips to fuck him back. I feel his cock twitch, indicating that he's also close. I clench my pussy around him, encouraging him to shoot his cum deep into me.

"OH FUCK- baby, yes, just like that, you feel so good," he babbles, slowing his thrusts, fucking his cum into me. I collapse onto his chest, moulding our sweaty bodies into one. I'm panting heavily, trying to slow my breathing, and I feel Matt's heart beating roughly against my skin.

I finally have the strength to disconnect our bodies and look at him, "thank you, that was amazing," I smile.

"Thank YOU, you have no idea how much pain I was in," he smiles back. I give him a small peck on his lips before sliding off from him and onto my mattress. "Let me clean you up, pretty girl," he says, walking to get some tissue to clean his cum that is dripping out of my pussy and the remains of it from his dick.

He then laid back in bed with me but told me he had to leave soon because he didn't want to risk being caught by my dad again. I understood and didn't blame him; it was incredibly embarrassing the first time. We did not need a repeat.

Before I knew it, Matt was climbing back out of my window to leave. It made me sad that he couldn't stay longer, but I knew it was for the better right now.

As the night went on, I became more infuriated with the fact that my dad thinks he can control who I can see, well he can't. I finally reached breaking point, and I stormed downstairs to give him a piece of my mind.

"Why did you kick Matt out before?" I ask, trying to keep my cool. I stare at my dad, whose eyesight doesn't even wander from the hockey match playing on the tv in front of him.

"Because," he answered shortly. What kind of answer was that?? He can't just say 'because', who does he think he is?

"Because what?" I push further.

"Because he's on my hockey team, and I don't even know why you have boys in your room anyway. You're not allowed," he says, his eyes never leaving the tv.

"I'm nineteen, I'm not a little girl anymore," I say, already becoming upset with his answer. He can't treat me like a baby forever.

"You are a little girl. You don't understand boys and what they really want," he says, keeping his eyes firm on the tv. I can't believe this right now. How gullible and stupid does he think I am? I feel myself becoming more worked up over this than I probably should.

"I do understand because I'm not stupid, and I'm old enough to make my own decisions," I speak, becoming louder.

"No, you don't. Boys only want one thing, and that's to get in your pants," he says, his eyes finally meeting mine.

"Not Matt, he doesn't care about that. He cares about me," I say, swallowing harshly.

"Is that really what you think? God, you have a lot to learn," he scoffs.

"Yes, I do think that because Matt and I have been dating for over 4 months, and he's shown nothing but love for me. I'm sorry you and mom didn't work out, but that's not my fault. I'm gonna build my own relationships, and you can't do anything about it because they aren't your decisions to make. And if it bothers you that much, I'll move out!" I yell without thinking.

My mini rant made him fall silent, with nothing left to say he's just staring at me. Regret starts to seep into my thoughts. I shouldn't have brought up mom or threatened to move out.

"We'll talk about this tomorrow," he says calmly, getting up from the couch and turning the tv off. I'm left frozen in place as I watch him walk to his room. I messed up.

I eventually find the willpower to walk back up to my room, and I can't help but let tears fall. I was curled up on my bed, thinking about everything. I wondered how my relationship with Matt was going to change and how Matt's relationship with his coach was going to change, and for some reason I even thought of mom, even though I hadn't seen her in years.

I let these thoughts infiltrate my mind until I feel my puffy eyelids become heavy. I wipe the remaining tears from my cheeks and pull the blanket closer. I fell asleep to the thought of Matt holding me closer, comforting me.

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I'm woken by the sun beating down on my face through my gap in my curtains. I slowly sit up, rubbing my eyes so that they can adjust to the sunlight in the room.

As I walk downstairs, I see someone sitting at the kitchen table. Walking closer, I see that it's...Matt?

Before I have the chance to question him, my dad walks over. All three of us now in the kitchen.

"Y/n sit down," my dad says, reading my very confused expression. I pull out the chair next to Matt, giving him a small smile, which he reciprocates.

"I've been thinking, and you're right. You are old enough to make your own decisions, and I'm sorry for the way I reacted," he speaks, his voice laced with sincerity. "But you'll always be my little girl," he adds, his eyes watering slightly.

By now, my own tears are falling. "I'm sorry too," I sob, standing from my seat and going to hug him; he embraces me warmly.

As we break away from the hug, we turn to look at Matt, who is still sitting down, now smiling.

"I can't stop you guys from being together, but I'm not ready for grandkids yet, so please just-" he pleads, being cut off by Matt.

"Neither are we, sir, don't worry," Matt chuckles. My dad gives him a nod, walking out of the room; I walk over to Matt, wrapping my arms around him.

He tries to bring my lips to his, but I quickly pull away, "nope, I still have morning breath," I laugh.

He shakes his head and roughly pulls me to him, connecting our lips. I give him a quick kiss before pulling away again.

"I love you," I whisper, looking into his eyes, scared that I'd drown in them and never be found again.

"I love you more," he says, matching my tone.

We stood there for what felt like an eternity, being lost in each other's eyes. And I pondered on the thought 'what would have happened if I never accompanied my dad to that practice session?'

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a/n; that's a wrappp. i hope you guys enjoyed this, and thank you so much for all the support on my posts. 1.2k notes on JEALOUS and 300 followers??? that's insane, but I'm so so thankful for all everything. i love you all <33.

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[radfemsiren]

I am deeply, deeply afraid of God (Allah) i just want to say... lets for a moment say it's true. Lets say if you don't believe in allah, you will go to hell and be tortured there (ik you don't believe that, just asking you for a second to humor me)

What if... i reject faith and I die. What if it's true? Then it will be too late. God then (according to the quran) 😔 will not forgive. What will I do if it turns out to be true? Can't go back then..

I'm afraid. I can't live without Allah. I reject the mysogyny and the pedophilia bc that is NOT fucking okay. But i cannot live without allah. I'm afraid of death.

I'm sorry

Thank you for sending this ask ❤️

I want to talk about Pascal’s wager, because this is a popular concept that was argued between Christians and Atheists when I first got into debate. Pascal’s wager was proposed by a Christian, and his argument was yours: It’s better to just believe in God and follow Christ’s teachings “just in case”, that way if it’s true, you go to heaven, and if not, then at worst you just wasted some time. Because if you don’t follow the faith, and risk it being true, then you go to hell. So the least risky avenue would be to follow the religion…

This is a logical fallacy: it doesn’t make sense when put to the test of rational thought. This risk to reward analysis would only work if there was one religion.

There are thousands of religions, almost all of them punish non believers. What if Christianity was right? Now you risk going to their hell by being a Muslim. What if Hinduism is correct? What if the ancient Greeks were correct, and you will now be punished by Zeus?

There is no safety in choosing a faith, almost all of them rule by fear and will punish you if you make the wrong choice out of thousands…There is only one rational conclusion : none of them are correct, and our life is simply ruled by the principles of science. When we die, we decompose, and new life is created. We are made of dying stars, and will become a dying star once again… You can find beauty in that or not, but it’s the simple truth.

There is also another logical fallacy with Pascal’s wager when it’s proposed by Muslims: intent is everything with good deeds. We know this, it’s taught repeatedly to us. If you pray wrong for years, and learn the right way, they still count because of your intention. You can’t force someone at gunpoint to be Muslim or pray because any worship done without pure intention is not a true good deed, and won’t be counted for judgement day:

You can not make yourself believe something. You either do, or don’t. It’s not a choice: you can actively work against it for years, but in your heart, you know what your true perspective is. I know the sky is blue, I can keep trying to make myself believe it’s not, but it won’t work. If you pray to Allah for years, and in the back of your mind you know he doesn’t exist, those prayers don’t count. The only unforgivable sin is being an unbeliever in Allah… that’s the one thing that Muhammad can’t argue on your behalf on judgement day. And it’s also the one thing you can’t make yourself do: once you realize how fake it all is, you can’t make yourself unsee the lie.

I hope this helps! ❤️

[wanderingmind867]

Ranking the Twelve Olympians (plus Hades and Hestia):

Ones I like:

Hermes: Hermes is a good guy. God of travellers and merchants and stuff. I kind of feel bad for him. The other gods have him run ragged. But he's a nice guy. I think it says something the Hermes cabin accepted all the unclaimed kids. Hermes was always there for those with nobody else to turn to. And if that isn't kindness and generosity personified, I don't know what is.

Apollo: From what I've read in the Titan's Curse, Apollo is one of the nicer gods. He's pretty kind to everyone, his poetry is bad but sincere (in fact, I didn't hate his poetry at all), Apollo is great. Better than his sister by a mile.

Dionysus: I'm not a drinker (I can't stand alcohol) but Dionysus isn't a bad guy. He's apathetic at Camp Half-blood, sure. But I'd be apathetic too if I had to spend 100 years around a bunch of immature brats. Kids can be awful, man. If I were at Camp, I'd be friends with Dionysus and Chiron. They're like teachers. And as I've always known: I tend to get along better with teachers than with other students.

Hephaestus: I'm not someone who likes to do work with my hands (I think even trying to work in a forge would go disastrously for me). But I like Hephaestus. He seems like a pretty good guy.

Hestia: The neglected Oldest child of Kronos and Rhea. Hestia is sweet, because she's content with her lot in life. She's just fine being ignored. Having a bunch of siblings more famous than you can sometimes make you bitter and jealous, but not Hestia. Hestia is just happy for them. And just happy to be included whenever she is included, I assume. The goddess of family and home and hearth, Hestia is truly worthy of praise.

Demeter: Goddess of Agriculture and food and stuff. I'm not a farmer or anything, but I can admire a lady who provides us with things like bread and grain.

Poseidon: Being that I have family from Newfoundland (even though I've never been), plus the fact that I love water and baths and stuff, one might argue I'm biased towards Poseidon. And maybe to some degree I am. I've never been on a boat and I don't like the beach. But I love baths and seafood and stuff. So I have nothing against Poseidon. He doesn't seem like that bad of a guy.

Ones I have complicated feelings on:

Zeus: Zeus is the king of Olympus. He's the greatest of all the gods, and it's to him we owe the heavens above. That being said, he does have a reputation for being temperamental (I believe) and for being a philanderer. So Zeus might not be the best god, but I think he's still worthy of our respect.

Aphrodite: I know Aphrodite can be vengeful and vindictive sometimes, but she can also represent one of the emotions we all feel. Love. Whether it be platonic, romantic or whatever, love is beautiful. So I can't hate Aphrodite completely. Besides, she's the oldest olympian. That's pretty cool.

Hades: Only reason Hades is here is because of the afterlife. I'm glad there is one, I just hate Asphodel and the Fields of Torment.

Athena: I like Athena because she's the goddess of wisdom and knowledge, and because her symbols are great (I love owls and olives). But she's also a goddess of war, and I hate war. War is never acceptable. Still, Athena isn't as bad as, say, Ares when it comes to warfare. At least she's got some other stuff going for her.

Ones I dislike:

Hera: Hera has an important role (I will acknowledge that), but she's still not very nice. Of the six kids Kronos and Rhea had, Hera is the worst. She's judgy to the point of excessive cruelty. She pushed Hephaestus off Olympus because he's ugly. And sure, she hates her husband because he cheats. But has anyone ever wondered why Zeus cheats? Because he's a philanderer, yes. But probably also because Hera is an awful wife. She's probably judging him constantly.

Artemis: Artemis is kind of misandrist. She hates anyone that isn't female, she loves turning people into animals, she sucks.

Ares: Ares may not be the worst god/titan/etc, but he represents a concept that I think we all hate. No war is good and just, war is always hell. Hard to respect the God of War when you hate war. Especially with how Rick Riordan writes him.

[wuxianxkexing]

Mu Qing x Reader- Stop Fucking With My Cat Part 3

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Y/N waited quietly, albeit rather unhappily, as the pretty boy in front of her never once lowered his saber while he waited for the status report on his guards. Y/N knew that they were all ok, she actually had seen a bunch of guards on her way in, she was just good at sneaking past people unnoticed. Y/N was also well aware that this was a private garden, but she didn't consider herself to be stupid so she kept on insisting that she really had no idea that she was trespassing when pressed for more information. "Honestly I don't even know who you are so how could I know that this is your private garden? I'll leave and never come back!" Y/N went to stand up but found the saber moved to lightly press against her throat. "Or I'll stay." She laughed nervously as she got back onto her knees. "It is quite nice here. And I haven't seen Feng Xin in a while. How are you doing?" She gave a friendly wave and Feng Xin had to fight the urge to hide behind Ling Wen. Mu Qing huffed.

"Not yours but already on such a familiar bases, eh?" Feng Xin went to open his mouth but was cut off by Y/N before he could get a sound out.

"It's true, I'm not Ju Yang's. But I could be if he wanted me to be." Y/N said with as innocent a look and tone of voice as possible.

"Hell no." Feng Xin looked like he had died. Y/N died laughing on the inside. It was true, they hadn't seen each other since the trial. Y/N actually went out of her way to avoid him because the whole thing was rather awkward, but if she was going to be forced to remain in his presence she might as well tease him. One of the first things Xie Lian had told her about him was that he was terrified of women and hated being called Ju Yang, so if she was going to be held against her will with a saber against her throat by his friend the least she could do was return the favor by making him feel uncomfortable as well. Y/N fake pouted.

"Why not? I'm a great follower? I give Xie Lian really cool gifts all of the time. One time I even gave him a cool little rock spirit I found."

"Like hell you are. I have more than enough followers and I don't have any need for a rock spirit." Feng Xin still looked like he had died. "Plus you are a Goddess yourself, what are you even doing still worshipping another God, fucking weirdo." Feng Xin grumbled. Y/N shrugged. Mu Qing listened intently as the two argued back and forth but did not participate, for once. He was pretty sure Y/N was just trying to create a distraction so she could escape and he wasn't going to let that happen. After some minutes his servant returned and confirmed that all of his guards were alive and well.

"Tell me how you snuck in." Mu Qing spoke after he dismissed his servant once again.

"I didn't sneak in. Like I said I never saw any guards." Mu Qing knew better than to believe Y/N but it really did seem that she wasn't going to tell the truth no matter what he did.

"Then why did you decide to come here?"

"Because it's really pretty and I thought it was a public park."

"And what were you doing crawling around with my cat in your hand?"

"I was playing with him." Y/N shrugged.

"Most people don't play with cats by army crawling in the bushes." Mu Qing narrowed his eyes. "What were you playing?" Y/N feigned a cough in a feeble attempt to cover up the little laugh that had escaped.

"I was trying to teach him how to hunt." She said as seriously as possible, trying against all odds to maintain a straight face. Mu Qing rolled his eyes so hard that Y/N thought for a fleeting moment that they got stuck like that before they returned to meet her gaze.

"Well don't. He doesn't need your help, and there is nothing here for him to hunt anyways. All animals in the Heaven's are someone's pet so leave them alone if they aren't yours." Mu Qing wished for a moment that he knew Y/N well enough to tell if she was actually this stupid or if she was just pretending to be, but after everything that had happened at Feng Xin's palace it was probably safe to assume that she was just as daft as Quan Yizhan and Shi Qingxuan.

Ling Wen had been quietly watching the events unfold before her and had decided to finally speak up after it was determined no real harm was caused. "Y/N, I know you meant no harm but it is still very much so against the rules to show up inside another Official's private grounds without being invited. I'm afraid I'm going to have to write you a ticket for 100,000 merits to be paid to General Xuan Zhen, unless he would be so kind as to let this issue slide." Ling Wen tried to suggest diplomatically, though it was really only for show. She knew there was no way that General Xuan Zhen would drop this issue.

"I would not be so kind." Mu Qing rolled his eyes and scowled down at the still kneeling Y/N. It was her turn to look like she had died.

"I don't have any merits." She laughed out pathetically.

"That's not my problem." Mu Qing rolled his eyes again. "You will repay me even if it takes 10,000 years."

Ling Wen nodded. "Sorry Y/N but not everyone in the Heaven's is as kind as General Nan Yang. He let your trespassing and destruction of his palace go out of the kindness of his heart but I agree with General Xuan Zhen that you should be punished this time. You know better." Y/N stood up silently. I didn't even break anything this time! She thought to herself, but knew it would be pointless to try to argue. She did know better even though she tried to pretend otherwise. None of the others were buying it. "Come with me to my palace and we will get this ticket taken care of." Ling Wen started to walk away with a downcast Y/N in tow but suddenly stopped and turned on her heel. Y/N almost walked straight into her! "Wait! I almost forgot why I came here." Y/N stepped out of the way as Ling Wen walked closer to General Xuan Zhen. "I need that report today. I can't give you anymore time on it. Why did it take you a month to deal with a few little ghost fires?" Ling Wen arched a brow at Mu Qing. He crossed his arms and looked away from Ling Wen. She would definitely know if he lied if he looked her in the face while doing so. He sent a nervous glance at Feng Xin and then settled his gaze unconsciously on Y/N while he racked his brain trying to come up with anything remotely acceptable. Y/N suddenly spoke up.

"He was helping me with a mission." Mu Qing tried to keep a straight face. Did she misunderstand his thinking face as a plea for help?

"What mission? I haven't given you any lately." Ling Wen turned to Y/N.

"Well it was more like a personal mission. I thought that since I had nothing better to do that I would take care of that cat demon that occasionally causes trouble in the mountains."

"And General Xuan Zhen helped you with this?" Y/N nodded her head in a vague circular motion but Ling Wen didn't seem to notice the lie. "Why didn't either of you report this to my palace?"

"Well I did. While General Xuan Zhen was gone to get supplies I went to one of your temples and prayed and told you."

Ling Wen frowned and put her hand on her forehead. "Why didn't you just tell me in the communication array? That is not the proper way to exchange information." Mu Qing hadn't noticed earlier but Ling Wen looked like shit. Her skin was pale, her dark circles looked like she had been punched in the face and her normally perfect stature was slouched. She must be dead tired to not notice the obvious lies but he wasn't about to say anything.

"What's the difference?" Y/N smiled and tilted her head. The smoke coming out of Ling Wen's ears was almost visible.

"Why did you need General Xuan Zhen's help with such a low level spirit?"

"Well I ran across him on my way there and figured that it would be best to get a more experienced Heavenly Official to supervise just in case anything went wrong? Everything went smoothly though so I guess I didn't need him after all. Hahaha!"

"Well do you have any proof that you have taken care of the cat demon?" Mu Qing rolled his eyes. Leave it to Ling Wen to still ask for proof. A simple answer was never enough for her, thus why he had such trouble coming up with something.

"Well not anymore. You see it's rumored that the collar that the cat demon wore can grant the ability to speak to cats who wear it so I put it on his cat but he isn't wearing it anymore so I guess he lost it somewhere?"

Mu Qing gave her a glare that could turn her into stone. He dug in his robes and pulled out the pink pearl collar he had confiscated from Echo previously. "You mean this collar?"

Y/N looked at the ground and shuffled around nervously. "Yes." She reluctantly spoke. Mu Qing didn't know whether to laugh or cry. The cat demon's collar was supposed to made out of human remains. The leather was from the tongues of men that verbally abused cats and the pearls were originally teeth that had changed form from the immense hatred the cat demon bore towards humanity. This bitch really put a demonic collar on his Echo?! Mu Qing wanted to stab her then and there but held himself back. There were too many witnesses and he shouldn't hurt women, even if she was a fellow martial God. Still he couldn't help the scowl that now sat on his face. He shouldn't be surprised. Y/N was a demonic cultivator, of course she'd do some shit like this. He took a deep breath. Perhaps his cultivation path forbids hurting women unless they come after him first but he could still think up of some other way to make her pay.

Ling Wen raised an eyebrow at Y/N and then quickly turned her gaze back General Xuan Zhen, waiting for an outburst that never came. After a long silence between all present parties she walked over and grabbed the collar from General Xuan Zhen. "Thank you. I just have one more request. Could you please finish up your report really quick before I have to head back to my palace. I think it would be more convenient for both of us if I just pick it up while I'm here." Mu Qing nodded and lead Ling Wen inside.

Y/N was left alone in the garden with Feng Xin. Occasionally he would give her an awkward glance and she would do the same. Usually she would take the opportunity to tease him more but after being fined 100,000 merits Y/N wasn't feeling much like a comedian anymore. They continued on like that for what felt like forever until Ling Wen and Mu Qing reappeared. Satisfied that she had finally received the report Ling Wen called for Y/N to follow her as Feng Xin escorted them out of Mu Qing's palace, leaving Mu Qing and Echo alone in his meditation garden once again. Y/N briefly thought it was kind of funny. Why was General Nan Yang pretending to be someone else's servant? But really Feng Xin took it upon himself to escort them out because he knew Mu Qing's patience was wearing very thin.

On their way to her palace Ling Wen decided to make small conversation with Y/N. "So where did you meet General Xuan Zhen?"

"Hm?" Y/N looked up from the ground that she was quietly staring at as she walked behind Ling Wen like a kicked puppy. "At some tea house."

"Was he nice to you during the mission?"

"Yeah he was pretty nice." Y/N shrugged. What was she supposed to say? The whole thing was a lie, it was best to keep things simple even though General Xuan Zhen was anything but nice to her earlier.

"Hmm." Ling Wen smiled lightly. "Usually he doesn't get along with anyone. I'm glad that he was nice to you. " Ling Wen lead Y/N into her palace, past frazzled officials carrying mountains of scrolls and to her desk. She put the report on the left side of her desk and opened a drawer to grab a form. She quickly filled it out and handed one copy to Y/N while keeping the other copy for herself. "So we'll want to get you started paying back General Xuan Zhen as soon as possible. He isn't known for his patience. Come back here tomorrow at 8am sharp and I'll have a mission for you."

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Here's the link to part 2!

[viridiave]

Okay so I've been going through the Record of Ragnarok anime and manga and

I need to rant about Jack the Ripper and Heracles into some void because if I don't I will BURST

I haven't read past Raiden and Shiva yet by the way - just getting to the 6th fight once I get out of class

SPOILERS FOR THE 4TH FIGHT UNDER THE CUT

YES the core theme of this fight is good versus evil - 'The Most Righteous God' versus 'The Vilest Serial Killer in History' - but I think the more interesting theme in there is the running undercurrent of love behind Jack's and Heracles's motivations

I realize all of this has been said explicitly in the manga and anime but god - this was the fight in which the series has fully won me over. I would argue that love is the driving motivator behind every fighter even - Thor and Lu Bu share a love of fighting and strength and find fulfillment in the pursuit of it (a sentiment later shared by Kojiro, Raiden, and Shiva to some extent), Adam is full of love for humanity and all that is under heaven, and Poseidon (arguably) is full of love for himself and what a god represents. Zeus is the one contender that I can't honestly parse, but I believe his love is more subtle since it's shown that he cares greatly about other members of his Pantheon.

The theme of love is most prevalent in Jack the Ripper and Heracles - with both of them representing love to its logical extremes. Jack is the epitome of unrequited, deprived love - he has been abandoned and betrayed by his ideal of it (his mother), and sought to show his love in the form of dyeing others in his favorite color. He feels that dyeing others in the color of fear - in all its primal purity - is the greatest salvation he can give to others. He can never stir into others the beautiful color that he saw in his mother before her mask shattered - while not directed towards him, it was still one of love.

Heracles on the other hand is the embodiment of unbridled, unconditional love - the divine love of gods that overcame his hatred of its vices. He regards everything that Jack represents as vile and repulsive, but persevered in trying to save him because despite everything, Jack is a human - and therefore deserving of Heracles's love. He does not hesitate in betting his life for the sake of others and the greater good - whether it be by drinking the ambrosia or by shortening his own lifespan for the chance of victory. Heracles is simple yet steadfast in his belief that humanity is worthy of love despite their malice - and this is what makes him shine in Jack's eyes.

Heracles feeling responsible for humanity is perhaps the greatest form of love that a god can ever show for them. He is one god among every god we have been introduced for whose motivations lie solely in his belief that humanity can do better, and he does everything in his power to protect them. Now if that's what Heracles is meant to be then why the heck is he fighting for humanity as part of their vanguard - unlike Buddha, who switched sides in the middle of the tourney?

Personally I just also think his form of love is smothering in the sense that he regards humans as weak creatures that need saving - that he doesn't trust them capable of winning against the gods despite Kojiro Sasaki proving that it was possible just one match ago... Is what I would say if Heracles wasn't also capable of deduction and recognizing when to fold a fight. Heracles's godhood and allegiance to specifically the Greek Pantheon may have held him back from making that choice. I don't really think it makes that much sense either considering the narration makes it clear that if he had the option to choose a harder road, then he would take it - unless he grew out of impulse thinking when he was crowned a god or something I'm unsure why he thought it was best to play it safe there.

It doesn't make the conclusion of the fight any less impactful in the way of showcasing acts of love, in my opinion. While Jack has won the round, he ends up losing once more - killing the one person who has genuinely loved him with his blood and bare hands. He has lost the only person who could ever be capable of showing him the brilliant colors of true, unconditional love - and is then steeped in melancholy once the fight ends. Heracles can claim one victory in that fight, and it was in the salvation of Jack the Ripper (or at least, the guy presenting as him).

Hercales bears a heavy burden on his shoulders by loving humanity and all its faults - but he bears it gladly and with a smile on his face as he dares to embrace the manifestation of human malice even as he had the chance to end the fight in his favor. He was set on defending humanity against divine judgement - we've seen him do it as Alcides, and for his righteousness he was called a hero, and to Jack the Ripper, a 'dear god'.

(Dear God killed more than just Heracles alright it killed me too on the other side of the screen)

[deeisace]

I am. Very sad at the ending. Have decamped to Ao3 immediately.

Saw a post saying Aziraphale's "I forgive you" was a way to say “I’m not going to condemn you" and “I won’t hold this choice against you”, that it "leaves the door open" for Crowley to change his mind and go upstairs

That idea is of course valid, and I suppose it is true

But also it rang so many jw-ish alarm bells in my head tbh - "I forgive you" in that you have done a terrible thing that needs forgiving - that the only way we can be together is if you... stop being you, hide and cut away so many parts of you to come back, come to meetings and repent of your sins

Literally come to meetings, given heaven is a bureaucracy here

Like, the only way I can love you is if you come back to this abusive fuckin idk situation

Like Aziraphale is still so brainwashed or or in that mindset as to have no other ideas than only being in the truth (sorry I'm using JW-ish words), going back to heaven is the only way to be right, ever

It just reminds me of my family tbh - the way my grandad was excommunicated 30 years ago but still talks and argues like an elder, the way my uncle "puts all his worldly thoughts away in a box" so that he can continue pantomiming being a believer so that he doesn't lose his family

You can see at the end Aziraphale regrets his choice (as well he bloody well might), but I don't see that initial "I forgive you" as a kind thing, as "leaving the door open" - I see it as an immediate sort of trauma response, if you see what I mean - immediate descent back into heaven's way, because he can't handle it, and heaven's way might not be easy, but it's good and it's supposed to be hard to do good things and if Crowley would only listen to the truth he could be saved from a wretched worldly existence

He didn't have a wretched worldly existence until you rejected him!

A worldly existence is harder, maybe, than keeping to the truth - there are less rules to follow, less structure - but life is so much wider, and there is joy in the world even without god and I don't think Aziraphale was quite ready (even after 6000 years) to leave that safety in rules and bureaucracy and the ingrained narrow idea of what is right and good behind, tho it is so narrow as to suffocate - religious trauma or whathaveyou

Or, big or, the Metatron put something in his coffee, someone wrote a fic about that

Ah, idk, I'm just sad

[good-omens-meta-library]

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@tenok​ tags: #thissss #he tries his best #he has no other options that can get him desired results #he's also traumatized and desperately needs to belong and be good and do good #I think some people just looks at this from point where it's good option of cottage with crowley and bad wrong option of breaking crowley's #heart and Aziraphale stupid or evil or wrong and should be punished or forced or drugged if he chooses second #but it's more like scene from the start when crowley decides to ask some questions #we know ita tragedy puts in motion! Aziraphale sees that it's stupid desidion that will bring him trouble! #but crowley doesn't know it he won't believe if you tell them and most important they won't be crowley if they don't ask #so like... I think Aziraphale deserves from fandom same nuance and support that crowley gets because of them falling

@ineffable-endearments​ reply: Neil has commented that Season 2 is about getting the characters where they need to be for the next part of the story. Aziraphale needs to be where he is.

In the end, this is THE ONLY way he can develop as a character. Acknowledging that he is making his decisions based on a number of dangerous lies is essential for understanding that progress. But trying to read him as cold and ill-intended in a way that is not supported in the story, or as oblivious and unintelligent in a way that is also not supported in the story, is denying very central parts of him, and denying the ways that he can and will rise to the occasion.

@cobbbvanth​ tags:  #i think people tend to miss that the first thing aziraphale says when metatron offers him the job is 'but i dont want to go back to heaven' #he KNOWS it's rotten and messy and mean #but he also recognizes the potential to redirect it's power for good #he doesn't yet realize the extent to which the system was built to do exactly what it's doing - harm - but he's not entirely clueless either

@penig​ comment:  Thank you! Whatever happens, assuming that Aziraphale isn't straining every nerve to do the best he can for everybody (except himself) is against all his character development. He is in a bind.

@lenaellsi​ tags:  #i do think he's going in knowing he can't trust anyone fully--although I'd argue that he at least WANTS to believe the metatron #based on the whole “i don't think he's as bad a fellow as I thought/I think I may have misjudged him” line #though of course he doesn't trust any of the archangels #and I want to reiterate--he absolutely still thinks that Heaven Good Hell Bad in broad terms and he has GOT to stop with that #but yes. it's a mistake. we have to stop pretending he's walking in like he's on a secret mission to burn it all down. he's not #and it certainly wasn't all for crowley. #I'm not going to pretend I'm not upset with aziraphale for choosing something that (from the audience's POV) is so clearly a trap #but i adore him. and I get it. I get that he really does think that this is something he can do to help people. he always tries his best #what a mess.

@frystikysta​ tags:  #characters make mistakes and thats ok #but also!! #he is very intelligent #he knows what he is doing #he knows things might not be ok #but he's still gonna fucking try #even if it is a trap

@jade-lightnleaks​ tags: #aziraphale has so much compartementalised so it's all all these different things all at once #it's very complicated #and all the cognitive dissonance #and there's not any one motivation but so many all at once and conflicting and not resolved together at all #it can't be reduced down to. any one of them and trying to do so loses so much of the character and motivations etc

Assuming Aziraphale is walking blindly back into Heaven's clutches with no suspicion or dread in his heart is wildly underestimating his intelligence and discounting previous character development, including the effect Crowley has had on him over the millennia.

Assuming he's playing 4D chess and is being 100% selfless and noble and only going back to save Earth is wildly underestimating the power of cults and the effect they've had on Aziraphale, and is assuming progress that he hasn't yet actually made.

Both of these things can be true. Both of these things ARE true. He is trying to do the Right Thing. He is also falling prey to a very clever and manipulative angel who's convinced him that this is the right thing to do, because part of him still very much wants to believe that the system can be fixed, and the Metatron has handed him desperately needed hope on a silver platter.

It's important to recognize that his motivations aren't simple here. It's not all about Crowley, or he'd have turned down the deal when Crowley didn't agree. It's not just about saving Earth, either, because he isn't told the Second Coming is imminent until after he's accepted the offer. (You can argue all you want that he actually knows, that he's frantically trying to send coded messages the whole time, but that is only an interpretation. All we actually have to go on is the chronological events onscreen, which contradict the first conclusion and offer no evidence for the second.)

Thing is, this situation is complicated. And it's fucked. There are no good options visible to either of them here. Aziraphale has chosen the one that looks the least bad. Yes, he is almost certainly wrong about how bad it's going to be. And you know what, that's okay. It's okay for him to make a mistake. We don't have to shit on him for it, and we don't have to frantically pretend it's not a mistake, either. I promise these are not the only options for engaging with this story.

[bumblesimagines]

“  i’m scared to let myself want you. ”

“  i need you. and i hate that i do. ”

Anthony

“  i need you. and i hate that i do. ”

“  i’m scared to let myself want you. ”

Pronoun: He/Him/His

Anthony didn't know what to do with himself. Love was foreign and something that only caused pain. He saw how it destroyed people and felt firsthand how painful heartbreak could be. It was why he was so aggravated with himself. Not only for falling in love, but for falling in love with you. (Y/N) (L/N), his rival since youth.

Anthony was certain you were sent by the Devil himself to torture him. Ever since he met you at the age of five, you had been nothing but a pain. To make things worse, Violet loved your mother and considered her a good friend. Perhaps you had gotten your diabolical personality from your father, a man Anthony only saw on occasion.

Not only were you the most annoying person he'd ever met, you were also the most intelligent and interesting one. Your work-driven personality and witty humor made it hard to hate you.

Then, it happened. One afternoon, Anthony had been out when a storm stopped him from going further. The last thing he needed was to contract a cold and pass it on to his siblings, so he sought shelter in the nearest home. And it just so happened to be yours. The smug grin when you let him inside was enough to light every fiber in his being on fire.

It was then on that afternoon that Anthony picked a fight and you, as stubborn as a mule, didn't back down. Nothing but insults and sneers were thrown until the fight ended as quickly as it started. Anthony had realised that during the fight, he got closer and so did you, leaving only inches between his face and yours. Everything was still and without thinking, Anthony closed the distance.

But the romantic moment was cut short with the sound of the front door opening and a servant calling out. Anthony left without a word and you let him go.

Since then, Anthony tried avoiding you like the plague until his mother heard of him making a trip to the club and asked him to take a present to the (L/N) Residence. He obliged and quickly regretted it when you opened the door, allowing him inside.

"We should speak."

"What about?" Anthony questioned, handing the gift off to a servant.

"Business."

"I don't believe-"

"My word, just listen." You cut him off and huffed, turning and walking toward an empty room. Anthony clenched his jaw and straightened his coat, following after you. You shut the doors and faced him, leaning back against them.

"Nobody knows." You muttered quietly.

"Yes, well-"

"Why did you do it? Were you hoping to get a reaction out of me? Did you hope to.. blackmail me with it?"

"Heavens no! Why do you always expect the worst from me?" Anthony felt offended. He was a man of honor and a gentleman above all else.

"Because you only show your worst." Your response pierced through him and he swallowed.

"I need you. And I hate that I do." Anthony confessed, pressing his lips together and staring at the ground.

"I realized that.. You are my norm. I look forward to seeing you... Even if it is just to argue. You bring opinions and arguments to the table that I would've never dreamed of. You fascinate me." Anthony continued and sat down on one of the maroon colored couches.

"Why do you hate me?"

"I don't hate you, Anthony. I admire you. You've gone through a lot and yet, you haven't drunk yourself to death or buried your family in debt." You moved away from the door and sat on the other end of the couch, staring forward.

"I.. I'm scared to let myself want you. I don't want to care for you and yet... I do. It is why I act the way I do around you. One minute we can be friends and the next enemies.. It helps me be in your presence and it helps me hate you at the same time."

The room fell into heavy silence, filled only by Anthony's exhale. Two men with romantic feelings for each other in a world and society who would have them killed for the mere thought of wanting each other. Anthony turned to look at you and reached over to grasp your hand.

"I kissed you because I love you."

[hangezoeenthusiast]

You failed me

multiple x gn!reader

word count: 2,524

warnings: cursing, yelling, arguing, death, angst, blood, explosion, the egg (it deserves its own warning)

synopis: you guys failed me(us)

(the lyrics go with each person, might not get everyone, and also xd’s part is kinda wonky)

song: rät by penelope scott

I come from scientists and atheists and white men who kill God They make technology, high quality, complex physiological Experiments and sacrilege in the name of public good They taught me everything, just like a daddy should

Quackity, Karl, George, and Sapnap left you. Your mentors, your friends. The ones who taught you everything you knew. They went to build their little “Kinoko Kingdom” while you stayed in the ruins, the dust. “They’ll regret that.” you swore. You built something better, something greater.

It was called “Las Nevadas”. A place where everyone was allowed. They would remember not to fuck with you. They would soon realize that they should watch their back for the rest of their short, stupid lives.

“Watch out, you guys, I'm watching your every move.”

And you were beautiful and vulnerable and power and success God damn, I fell for you, your flamethrowers, your tunnels, and your tech I studied code because I wanted to do something great like you And the real tragеdy is half of it was true

Wilbur majorly fucked up. He was supposed to be with you to the end, your guys’ country, right? No. He left you behind. He went to find peace, find his heaven, while you stayed on earth, wallowing away until your flesh seeped off your rattling bones, rotting away by yourself, with no one to bare witness.

“Why didn’t you bring me with you Wilbur?” you asked his stupid grave on top of the once L’Manburg. “Why did you get the ecstasy, why do I get the remains?”

“I’m coming for you Wilbur, and when I do, we are going to wreck upon justice on everyone who wronged us, wronged you, they will feel our wrath.”

But we've been fuckin' mеan, we're elitist, we're as flawed as any church And this faux-rad West coast dogma has a higher fuckin' net worth I bit the apple 'cause I trusted you, it tastes like Thomas Malthus Your proposal is immodest and insane And I hope someday Selmers rides her fuckin' train

"Y/n!" Technoblade yelled. "I TRUSTED YOU, AND YOU BETRAYED ME, FOR WHAT, TO BLOW UP A STUPID COUNTRY, A COUNTRY THAT WAS DOOMED TO FAIL FROM THE START." He started to battle you, missing every single swing, blinded by fury.

“YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO BE ON MY SIDE.”

"LOOK AT ME GODDAMN IT."

You looked up at him in the eyes and boldly said, "No, Techno, don’t you see, you’re in the wrong here, you’re the one who betrayed me." You were blinded by friendship, you couldn’t see that Tommy had betrayed Techno, and that what the Butcher Army did to Techno was terrible.

"What do you mean Y/n, you know what they did, they wronged me, they used me, they tortured me, they gave me hell, so I gave it back to them, I destroyed the things they loved, the people they loved, you see Y/n, those who have treated me with kindness I will repay that kindness tenfold, and those who treat me with injustice, that use me, that hunt me down, that hurt my friends, I shall repay that injustice a thousand times over, do you understand?"

"No I don't, Techno, you can't do this.” you begged. He pushed you out of the way, "Get out of my way Y/n." “No, I won’t, I won’t let you destroy everything we worked for.”

“Well, then I have to fight you.”

And thus the battle began, Swords clashing against each other, blood spilling from open wounds, friends digging each other into a whole both of them couldn’t get out of. Techno was letting you off easy, he knew his strength, he knew that he could’ve beaten you in one swipe, but he didn’t want to kill you.

So when you had the opportunity, you swept from under his feet, and knocked him down. You placed your blade onto his neck, pressing down until a little drop of blood appeared, “Stay down Technoblade, or I’ll do something worse than try to put you on trial.”

He watched as you walked away from him, trying to save L’Manberg from a worst fate than death itself.

“One day Y/n, you’ll see, I’m on your side.”

I loved you, I loved you, I loved you, it's true I wanted to be you and do what you do I lived here, I loved here, I bought it, it's true I feel so stupid, and so used I feel so used

"Why would you do that Dream? You didn't have to do that." you interrogated. Dream had stupidly blew up the community house. You both didn't plan that, he had gone behind your back. "I had to Y/n, you wouldn't understand."

"What do you mean I don't understand, you went against my back, we were supposed to-" you cut off yourself, "Dream, don't you understand, you did something stupid, and what did you get, you got stupid jail." "The reason I did that is because I needed to isolate myself from humanity." he said, proudness lacing his words.

"What do you mean?" you questioned. "If anyone knows I can revive people, I'm screwed, so that's why I need to be by myself, yeah it sucks major ass, but at least no one else will know, well, besides you anyways." "I have a task for you Y/n/n, I need you to find a way to bring Tommy and Ghostbur in here."

"Why Dream?"

"I'm going to revive Wilbur."

I was your baby, your firstborn, the hot girl in your comp-sci class And I was Darwin's prep school dream, bred, born and raised to kick your ass I fell for circuit boards, rocket ships, pictures of the stars If you could only be what you pretend you are

"PHILZA MINECRAFT COME BACK HERE." you were chasing Phil, through the woody forest, covered by oak trees. He had information on Technoblade's whereabouts and you needed it. You chased him with your enchanted netherite armor, netherite sword and axe, and a few op potions. Your goal was to capture Philza and interrogate him on where Techno's place was. The thing was, you were his child. His own child trying to kill his own son.

He felt betrayed, his own child turned against him and their brother, their family. "The Butcher Army must've gotten to you somehow." he thought in his head. Surely, his darling Y/n didn't do it on their own will, right?

He was incorrect, you did it because you believed that Techno needed to be brought to justice, by punishment. You believed that your own sibling needed to die, because he was a "liability" to L'Manberg's growth and future. He needed to die because as long as he would live his long life with his little enderman Edward, retired, he would still cause trouble to everything you, Quackity, Tubbo, Fundy, and Ranboo had built.

He pleaded, "Stop Y/n, you don't have to do this." You argued, "I do Philza, as long as he lives, my plans for L'Manberg will forever cease to exist."

He felt like shit, you called him Philza, not Dadza, or Dad, or anything besides his normal name. "Did I screw something up?" he asked himself quietly under his breath. "Yes you did Phil, you took the traitor's side." you had heard Phil mumble.

"HE'S NOT A TRAITOR." Phil yelled at you. "Yes he is, he deserves what he is about to get, I will say it again, where is his base?"

"I'm not saying, Y/n, why are you doing this, Techno is your own sibling." "He's not my sibling anymore, that stopped when he destroyed L'Manberg, you're lucky I forgived you." you declared.

"Y/n/n, please don't do this."

"I have to Dadza, I can't let him roam free."

When I said take me to the moon, I never meant take me alone I thought if mankind toured the sky, it meant that all of us could go But I don't want to see the stars if they're just one more piece of land For us to colonize, for us to turn to sand

Bad had tried to convice you to join the Eggpire. You had no effect while being next to the egg, and he had to take you out. People who had no effect towards the egg had to be eliminated.

He was creepily following you, waiting until you stopped to get a chance to capture you. He had hope that you did have an effect, that you would join the Egg with him. He didn't want to kill you, you were his best friend, besides Skeppy of course.

"Come back here Y/n." he said. "No chance in hell Bad, get the fuck away from me." "HEY, LANGUAGE!" he exclaimed. "No language, get away from me, you're creeping me out."

He threw his trident, spinning in the air, trying to catch up to your frantic steps. You were trying to get to Church Prime, where no one could kill anyone, hopefully Bad would abide to that rule. You were just about to step on Church Prime when you bumped into a hard, armored chest.

You looked up shyly, and saw Punz, with his red eyes reflecting anger. "Where are you going Y/n?" he questioned. "Somewhere." you blankly stated. You were desperate, you didn't want to die, or anything else that Bad was going to do to you. You tried to dodge Punz, but he placed a hand on your shoulder, "Stay right here Y/n."

"No, get away from me, I don't know what's wrong with all of you, but go away, I don't want anything to do with your stupid Eggpire." He raged, and grabbed your wrist heavily, "DON'T TALK ABOUT THE EGG LIKE THAT, IT WILL TAKE CONTROL OF THE SERVER, AND YOU ALL WILL BE ITS SERVANTS." "LET ME THE FUCK GO PUNZ." you screamed. You were wiggling in his grip, trying to escape his lunatic self.

While he was holding you, you saw two other shadows behind you. It was Antfrost and Bad. "What do you guys want from me, I didn't do anything wrong."

"You are against the Egg Y/n, people who are like you and Tommy have to die."

"Well, I'm not dying today." you murmured under your breath. "What was that you said?" Antfrost asked you.

You smirked, "I'm not dying today, I'll tell you one more time, let go of me."

Bad and Antfrost walked closer to you, Punz right behind you, all of them cornering you into a tight spot. "What you going to do about it Y/n, you're cornered."

"You'll know when they get here, but for now, you better run boys."

'Cause we're so fuckin' mean, we're so elitist, we're as fucked as any church And this bullshit West coast dogma has a higher fuckin' net worth I bit the apple 'cause I loved you, and why would you lie? And then I realized that you're just as naïve as I am Oh, you're so traumatized it makes me want to cry

"Tubbo, don't do this." Schlatt had unfortunately found out that you were a spy, that you were on Pogtopia's side. He had ordered Tubbo to kill you with fireworks, to light you on fire, give you blisters all over your body. "Please Tubbs, you're my friend." you pleaded.

"I can't Y/n/n, or something worse will happen." he whispered to you. "What do you mean?" you asked. "He can-" he trailed off, looking somewhere else besides your eyes. "Tubbo, you don't have to do what that stupid bastard tells you to do, you're your own person, with your own thoughts and actions."

"I'm sorry Y/n, I hope you can forgive me."

"TUBBO N-" you was cut off by firewords hitting your skin, making blisters and burn marks all over your body. You lost your second canon life, feeling betrayed by Tubbo. He killed you for what, a stupid father who never cared about him in his entire life, a father who exiled his friends that actually treated him like a person, and not like some random piece of trash.

You respawned in your bed, feeling bruises and bumps mostly on your forearms and your back.

"I'll help you Tubbo, I’ll get rid of him.”

You dumb bitch I loved you, I loved you, I loved you, it's true I wanted to be you and do what you do I lived here, I loved here, I bought it, it's true I'm so embarrassed, I feel abused

“Come on Y/n/n, come with me.” Punz begged of you. He wanted you to visit the Egg. You didn’t want to be controlled by a stupid omelette. "I'm not Punzo, why are you so obsessed with that stupid thing."

"DON'T SPEAK OF THE EGG LIKE THAT."

You put your hands in front of you, accidentally touching Punz's chest, "Ok calm down buddy." He didn't calm down and instead yelled at you on why you had to join the Eggpire.

"If you join, you will be forever happy."

"If you join you'll get whatever you want."

You were tired of the members of the Eggpire to convince you to join them, you didn't like eggs anyway. "Punz, for the last time, I'm not joining you, stop telling me."

“Then you have to die.”

So fuck your tunnels, fuck your cars, fuck your rockets, fuck your cars again You promised you'd be Tesla, but you're just another Edison 'Cause Tesla broke a patent, all you ever broke were hearts I can't believe you tore humanity apart

“XD!” You were pissed at him, he had destroyed your house, made your friends pissed at you, just everything you liked. All because he wanted you for himself.

He wanted you to be dependent on his every word, and he was being a manipulative psychopath. And you didn’t tolerate that, it was like he was his human counterpart, Dream.

He walked to you with confidence, waiting for to get a hug from you, well, he didn’t get that. You slapped him so hard his head swung to the left.

“WHAT THE FUCK.”

“That’s what you get you stupid son of a bitch. You fucking ruined everything.” “Calm down Y/n/n, what is wrong?” He acted concerned, but you knew that he was faking. He would do anything to get someone’s approval.

“DO YOU WANNA KNOW WHAT’S WRONG, IT’S YOU, YOUR STUPID PRESENCE IN MY LIFE. YOU KEEP ON WALKING AROUND LIKE YOU FUCKING OWN THE PLACE.”

“Calm down darling, just take some netheri-” you interrupted him by slapping the ore out of his hands. “I don’t need jack shit from you XD, you know what, take back the necklace, I don’t want it.” You pulled the shiny, green emerald necklace off your neck, and pulled XD’s palm out.

You placed the necklace filled with memories, and put it on his hand. You closed up his palm, and walked away, leaving XD to his own accord.

“We could’ve had evertything X.”

[septemberadical]

The psychology of religious beliefs are a phenomenon that go back further than any scientific processes, and it’s rooted in EMOTION, FEELING, and what is objectively, the human experience. That is the very meaning of faith. I recommend looking into the psychological power of worship on the human brain, a very interesting thing that will never not exist alongside the human existence, no matter the religion.

I believe in the power of a placebo just as much as anyone else, only your placebo is particularly bitter because it comes with a side of sexism. Any fringe benefit to emotional well-being religion may cause for some is dwarfed by the sheer magnitude of evil and stupidity religion has caused.

Instead of focusing on how Christianity holds women down, why don’t you focus on the socioeconomic factors that lead to religious theocracies that oppress people? Ask yourself, what societies are the most religious? What are the general demographics? Will you stand alongside the injustice that may inspire overt religious rule, religious bigotry and sexism, or are you just going to sit on tumblr and tell women who garden that their beliefs are idiotic? You’ve already stated a secular world would not be the destroyer of patriarchy, so you must know it’s so much more? In a secular world of secular men, there is still rape, torture, and suffering. The common denominator is right there…

I already said religion is only one part of the patriarchy, and in fact, I believe that the patriarchy came before religion. Religion in all forms is used to justify the status quo and that status quo benefits men. But I'm confused about how you think socioeconomic factors lead to religious theocracies but not... religion? I would argue religion takes advantage of socioeconomic crises and people's fear of meaninglessness after death to create totalitarianism and repression. I would argue that religion is totalitarianism. But xenophobia, social control, sexism, and homophobia all existed before any religion popped into the mind of enterprising sociopaths. And, again, I don't think you want me to find the common denominator between the rapes of women because it fails to support your men-are-not-evil agenda. For what its worth I also believe a society run entirely by women would be full of xenophobia, hatred, and bigotry unless we actively fight against it.

One can even argue that with the moral structure Christianity has offered developing humans, men are given responsibilities and thought to women that they otherwise would not even think twice about- women of faith have been some of the forefront that fought for women’s right to vote, challenging the moral implications of treating women as sexual objects to purchase, and the horrors of sex work; oh wait, god forbid I say anything not in alignment with your tunnel vision.

Can you give me examples of how Christianity has caused men to be more thoughtful of women? Saint Augustine certainly had thoughts about women, as quoted above, but I would prefer that he didn't think about me very much at all if those were his conclusions. Also I am against sex work, I believe it is abhorrent and abusive to women and should be abolished. However, by Christian logic as I understand it, women are to be purchased and used by their husbands because they are inferior to their husband. Both to me are bad, because of my underlying logic and reasoning. And those same good Christian women you mentioned have bombed abortion clinics and argued contraceptives were immoral during the aids crisis. Again, appeals to Christian history is not the argument you seem to think it it. Someone being a Christian has shockingly very little to do with whether they are a good person or not, which is the whole problem.

Are you going to address religion being a symptom in man’s search for meaning, purpose, and understanding of the world? Are you going to tell a grieving mother her son actually DIDN’T go to heaven, because that’s illogical and stupid? I’m giving you some perspective on not only what being a douche looks like, but also the perplexities that we will always question about our own nature; why things like love and death are explained away by subconscious biblical metaphors. Of course that becomes a philosophical conversation, one I know you’re clearly not interested in having.

I would never say that to a grieving mother, just like I wouldn't say her son would go to a fiery, unending hell because he happened to love other men. But Christianity certainly would, and can justify themselves with their holy books. If the grieving mother asked me where I thought her son was after death I would tell her in all honesty; I believe his synapses flickered out and he went to sleep. He won't know he's asleep, just like we don't know when we're unconscious, and he won't dream. But he also won't suffer in any hell or be trapped in any heaven. And I believe this because it is the most logical endpoint of what I know of biology and consciousness, if I turn out to be wrong then I will accept the more scientific explanation instead. I also already conceded that the bible, and Christian theologians, have poignant things to say about suffering, love, purpose, and meaning. The sermon on the mount is a testament to that philosophy of love and community. But just because your god says it doesn't mean that it's true, or that it gets any moral authority at all over that box of KD we talked about briefly. When someone subscribes to a morality where 'slavery is good' and 'slavery is bad' are both stances that have equal evidentiary footing based on the texts fundamental to that morality, something has gone terribly wrong. And that seems to be the case for the history of Christianity.

No matter how idiotic, stupid, unfounded, illogical; I can tell you I believe the sky to be made of paper, and you couldn’t really do anything about it. You cannot control peoples beliefs, demand an explanation, or force anyone to care about how you feel about it. It seems you believe you can control and rationalize away suffering, but you can’t. That’s just life, my friend. If you wanna put me up against the wall, then do that. Making a martyr out of religious individuals never really ends well for anyone. (Obviously.)

Again, for what feels like the millionth time. Believe whatever you want, but don't make claims about women if you can't back them up. You posted on a public website, I argued it was not an accurate representation of Christianity, now you are acting like I am in your house with a copy of the God Delusion forcing you and your family at gunpoint to convert to militant atheism. I'm asking you questions. Also, the fact that you feel having a mildly confrontational argument on tumblr is the equivalent of martyrdom is so stupid I laughed out loud when I read it.

I respect your passion for the plight of fighting patriarchy, but I just believe you look in the wrong places, and attack the wrong people. You should know more than anyone else that patriarchy has roots much deeper than any religion. To fight your enemy, you have to know your enemy.

Babe, I'm trying to know you! You won't even tell me what your religion is and why you feel the need to defend it so hard! I told you already I know the roots of patriarchy are deeper and older than religion, I literally just said that, but religion is an extension and tool of patriarchy and a pretty significant one at that. I wanted an explanation about one part of Christian history, you gave it, and then we went back and forth. And you keep going back and forth with more points. It seems like you quite like it, otherwise why not go back to your gardening and aesthetic posting and are invested in the outcome. But that could be my atheist psychology getting the better of me.

[babylooneytoonz]

The Vessel [ Pt. 9 ]

Pairing: Geralt of Rivia x Fem! Reader

Summary: Geralt confronts Yennefer, and a massive argument leads to something massive, that even Yennefer cannot control. And neither can you. Or Geralt.

[My Masterlist] [My Witcher Masterlist - Read the other parts here!]

"YENNEFER? YEN!"

Geralt's voice rang through the quiet hallways until the sorceress finally stepped out of her chambers, frowning.

"Geralt—"

She gasped, freezing when she saw him looking at her with a look that was far from the love that she had always seen in his eyes for her. Her eyes flicked from him to you, and you pressed yourself against the wall, although you kept looking at her with rage filled eyes.

"You used me. And I fucking let you." His voice was low, dark— mediating between a growl and a warning.

"My love, what—"

"ENOUGH, Yennefer. Tissaia de Vries told her everything. Funny I happened to be around when she did," he growled.

"And you really believed the lies that woman fed you with? Really Geralt? You would take her words over me?" She hissed back, venom lurking through her dark eyes as she took a step closer. You could see that Yennefer was shaking, and your nearest guess was, that it was with rage.

"Yennefer—" Geralt began, but she cut him off.

"What did she say? She must have cooked up lies on how this whore is a Cintran Princess."

"You couldn't have made it up, Yennefer."

"I thought you loved me. I thought I was important to you. Now you are being poisoned by that witch, knowing what she did to me—"

"Yennefer, enough," Geralt grabbed her shoulders, his fingers digging into her flesh as he pulled her towards himself, so her face was now inches away from his.

"I told you, I wouldn't be here to catch you fall."

"Geralt, they are poisoning your minds. Look at her—" She turned towards you with hate filled eyes, hot tears leaking from them, "She can never be a Princess."

The sides of his lips tugged upwards as he shot you a quick glance, and then turned back to her.

"I would rather believe the lies they feed me then, than trust you again."

With those words, Geralt pushed Yennefer away and turned his back towards her, his face now towards you. It was only as he had finally started walking towards you, that Yennefer threw back her head and began laughing. It started as a chuckle first, a maniacal, evil chuckle, until she was clutching her stomach and laughing.

"What are you going to do about it, Geralt of Rivia? You're weak. You let yourself be manipulated by me, you fell in love with me and gave up almost everything. Now, what will you do exactly? Leave?"

She hiccuped, her voice dark and malicious, as she mumbled them between her uncontrollable laughter. Geralt's fists clenched, his body going rigid as he slowly turned, looking her in the eye.

"It's over, Yennefer."

"No, it's not. And you—" She turned towards you, taking a step towards you, but Geralt pushed himself between you and her, placing his thick hand on her shoulder to keep her away from you, "You think you've won? You don't know what Yennefer of Vengerberg is capable of." She snapped her neck towards Geralt, craning her neck slightly, so her lips were hovering over his, but he didn't move, as she whispered, "You two will run away. Raise that baby? And Yennefer won't find you?"

"That's the plan, Yen— if you don't already know." Geralt grunted, but stayed where he was.

"Well, then.. go?" She smiled and stepped away, throwing her hands in the air.

You didn't know when Jaskier had sneaked up next to you, but you were now thankful he was there. He took your hand in his, his fingers coiling around yours, entwining your hands.

"She can't mean it, can she?" You whispered, bit all you received in return was silence.

"Leave before I change my mind." She screamed, causing you to flinch, and instinctively jump backwards.

Geralt, in that split second, turned towards you, and your eyes met his. He nodded. You swallowed, pleading with him with your eyes and he softened. You watched as he parted his lips, mouthing the word 'go', and you turned towards Jaskier.

"Jaskier. We need to leave. Now."

"But Geralt—" Jaskier asked, as you pulled his hand and began dragging him towards the main door.

"Just.. Geralt will figure something out. I know it."

The two of you dashed towards the door, until suddenly a sudden thrust hit you hard against your back, and you flew off, your back hitting the wall as you crashed against the floor on one end, while Jaskier flew off to the right. Yennefer smirked, her hands held against her chest, a ball of air revolving around her fingers.

Geralt growled like a wounded animal, his hand finally gripping his sword, as he pounced on her, like a hungry predator. Instead of using the sword, he twisted the sword, hitting Yennefer against her temple with the hilt of the sword, disbalancing her and knocking her off as she fell to her side.She snarled, grabbing Geralt's foot, pulling him slightly until cracks appeared underneath his feet and roots started creeping against his legs, coiling around them, freezing him to where he was.

He muttered a curse under his breath, and using his fingers, he drew a sign in the air, and a sudden blast of telekinetic energy hit the creepers, freeing him of his captivity.

"I can't believe this is how it ends, Yen, but it will," Geralt muttered, in a voice so low, only Yennefer could hear it.

You groaned, blinking, confused and dazed as you fluttered your eyes open. The back of your head was stinging as you sat back up, your hand immediately flowing to your head. Suddenly, you were reminded of Yennefer, and you immediately gasped, your head sharply turning towards where Yennefer and Geralt were, fighting each other. Biting your lip, you crawled to where Jaskier was laying unconscious, keeping your head low so she wouldn't spot you.

"Jaskier," you hissed, slapping him lightly across his face, your head ducked so the sorceress wouldn't be able to see that you are awake, "Jas' wake up. Wake up Jaskier."

"Where... the..fuck am I? Am I dead? Am I in.. heaven?" Jaskier mumbled barely incoherent words as he slowly opened his eyes.

"Na, not so lucky. Now wake up, we need to find a way to get out of here. Geralt can stall her, but he cannot fight her—" Your words were interrupted when Geralt crashed on his back just inches away from where you and Jaskier were, and the two of you looked from each other to him. Geralt groaned slightly, but conscious as he lifted his head up, and his eyes met yours. His eyes softened when he saw that you were okay, the firmness of his eyes melting away.

"Go," he grunted, as he pushed himself up again, his fingers moving as he conjured up another sign, but his eyes were on you.

You pursed your lips together and looked at Jaskier and then at Geralt, shaking your head, "Not without you, Geralt." Jaskier smiled, Geralt kept looking at you, his expressions not betraying exactly how he was feeling right now when Yennefer's bellowing laughter started ringing into your ears. You turned around to see her standing fifteen steps away from you, smiling.

"Had a nice sleep, pet?" She hissed.

Then everything happened in slow motion. You watched her lips and her hands move, and a blast of white light dashed towards you. You could hear it in the back of your head; Geralt screaming, running towards you, trying to conjure up a sign to save you but the momentum and the strength of the sorceress' attack was no match for him.

You didn't know why, but you began gripping the fabric of your tunic, your fingers curling around it. You opened your mouth— a scream, like death, blasted out from the crevice of your throat, shrill and loud. Cracks appeared on the walls around you, the vessels beginning to shake. Just when the blast Yennefer had sent your way was close enough to hit you, the two pillars that stood on the either side of the room fell, landing in front of you, acting as a barrier to stop the force from touching you.

The room was engulfed in dust the second the pillars fell, and you let go off the fabrics you were holding, immediately jumping backwards, running towards Geralt. He wrapped an arm around your waist the minute you reached him, and then turned to look at the rubble that had formed, looking from it to you, "Fuck." He exclaimed, looking at you.

He, however recovered from it faster than Jaskier could who was still gaping at you, wide mouthed. Geralt took this minute when Yennefer was distracted, seething in rage when she had seen just what you had done. Grabbing your arm, he pulled you backwards, dragging you towards the door.

"You two leave."

"And you?" You snapped, pulling your arm away and got a growl from him in retaliation.

"[Y/N]—" the bard intervened, grabbing your other arm, which was hilarious. It was like you were a commodity suddenly. One dropped you and other lifted you up, "Now is not the best time to argue. Geralt can take care of himself but we should get out while we can. You're a pregnant ball of magic that doesn't know how to control it."

"A ball of magic?" You glared at him.

"Fuck, you two. Will you leave?" Geralt growled, intercepting the two of you. When you turned towards him, you realized that while you were bantering with the bard, Geralt had formed a defensive sign around the three of you. It was holding against Yennefer's spell of lightning, but for how long?

"I'm not leaving you. We are leaving, together." You announced.

You just realized something. Yennefer had Geralt's heart, whether you liked or not. He wouldn't be able to kill her, even if he knew he could. He was just buying you time to escape. But you also realized, Geralt had your heart, and you couldn't leave him behind.

"Fucks sake, I can't hold it any longer, why won't you leave—" Geralt barked, and you looked at him, an idea suddenly striking you.

"What if we can all leave? I think I have an idea."

"It better be good." Geralt grunted, still struggling to hold his sheild.

"Remember what Yen said about the Great Mount? No Mage is powerful enough to create a portal to that place. But, I am not a mage." You smiled.

"But [Y/N], you are not strong enough," Jaskier protested.

"We have to try, Jaskier. That's our only way for all three of us to leave. For now. Geralt, hold on for a few seconds longer, I can do this."

A look passed between you and Geralt. He just glared at you, not agreeing per se with the action plan that you had come out with, but he didn't have a plan of his own, except to stall the sorceress. He pursed his lips and nodded, finally parting his lips as words shot out of his mouth, "Fine.. just... don't get hurt."

You nodded and fluttered your eyes close, concentrating on that one black spot in front of your eyelids. A few seconds passed, and nothing happened, your fingers twitching with impatience. You could hear Jaskier mumble, "Geralt, I don't think it's working. We're gonna die by your lover's hands if you don't do something."

You snarled angrily, clenching your eyes shut, focusing all your energy on that spot when the sounds started growing distance and your mind started blocking out the sounds. Your breathing piked up, and you were practically panting; gasping for air when you finally saw it in front of your eyes — the Great Mount. It stood tall, just like you remembered it from earlier.

"Jaskier, bring her back!" Geralt snarled, screaming and struggling when suddenly his spell broke, and the three of you were flung into the air by the force of Yennefer's spell. You kept laying there twitching and convulsing, foam shooting out of your mouth but all you could see in your mind now was the Great Mount.

Suddenly, a portal appeared in front of you, and Yennefer screamed at the sight of it, for the portal wasn't a normal portal she had ever used. This was only something she had heard in stories, and had never seen anything like it. It was a portal that could only be used by the elven mages; better known as the sages. Yennefer realized, blood draining out of her face, if you could conjure up a portal like this, you could bring down her magic with the blink of an eye, if you got full control over your power.

"Hurry!" You screamed, and the three of you pushed yourself up; before you began running towards the portal, without taking a look back. You ignored Yennefer's scream, and the powerful blast of fire that she released because the instant you stepped into the portal, the portal closed, blocking Yennefer out and the three of you landed on your backs on a muddy ground.

You could hear Jaskier groaning someplace next to you, and you could hear Geralt grunt, but louder than that was the piercing ringing in your ears. You kept laying on the cold ground, staring at the sky, your body feeling like it had been run over by a massive elephant, until you felt Geralt; saw Geralt leaning over you, trying to revive you, his fingers patting over your cheeks.

"Wake up. Wake up, fuck."

You blinked, taking a deep breath as you abruptly sat up, all of it coming to you slowly, your brain still clogged due to the immense pain that you were feeling everywhere but your stomach.

"Geralt— the baby."

Geralt's eyes constricted, as his eyes fell to your belly, and without hesitating, his palm flew to your bump, as he placed it on your stomach and began feeling around, listening for a heartbeat.

You kept watching, breathing heavy, biting your lip, trying to control the tears that were forming in your eyes.

What if you had lost the baby? What if —

"Our baby is okay."

You swallowed the lump forming in your throat, whispering, your voice low, "Our?"

The last you remembered, Geralt had only smiled when he was with her. But you couldn't keep your tears in line, when you saw his lips curve into the tiniest of smiles upon hearing your innocent question. He didn't reply; but instead, he removed his hand from your stomach, placing it on your cheek, for just a split second, his thumb stroking slightly over your skin.

"Hm."

Geralt's touch lingered against your cheek for a second longer, and it felt like your skin was on fire. When he removed it though, it was like ice, cold and stinging. You watched him, with a giddy smile on your face as he stood up, and threw out his palm towards you. You slowly reached out, placing your palm in his as he pulled you up.

"Now what, Witcher?" You whispered, staring into his golden orbs, and he kept staring back at you. But you didn't know why his eyes felt different altogether. It was like he was seeing you, for you and not for a woman who was just carrying his baby.

"We go to Cintra."

You smiled, and looked down at your feet before lifting your gaze and looking back at him, before an amused look crossed your eyes.

"What?" He mumbled, his broody voice back again.

"Starving, Geralt." You explained, rubbing your palm over your belly. His eyes followed your movements, his lips twitching as he nodded.

"I'll see if I can find something to hunt around here, before we leave."

Geralt slowly turned away, and you watched as he began walking towards the shrubbery, when Jaskier cleared his throat, rather loudly, and you realized you weren't alone, "What?" You said, feigning innocence.

"Would the two of you just declare your love for each other already? It's getting obnoxious watching the two of you strip each other with just your eyes." He winked, his eyes twinkling as he began teasing you, and you couldn't help but flush at his words.

"There's nothing between us, Jaskier." You shrugged, rubbing your hands together, wincing slightly as you tried to move your shoulder and Jaskier frowned, eyeing you carefully, but you gave him a ghost of a smile, signalling him that you were okay.

"I'm not blind. And neither am I a eunuch."

"What's that supposed to mean?" You gasped hitting him in the arm.

"Well I mean, only a blind cannot see the effect that you are having on my broody friend, [Y/N]."

"Stop being dramatic, Jas'—" You turned away intentionally, not wanting to indulge in this specific topic of conversation with him. Instead, you slowly began walking around, and trying to pass your time until Geralt was back so you didn't have to answer Jaskier anymore or think about what he had said.

Geralt didn't really feel anything for you. Jaskier wasn't right this time. Right?

An owl hooted somewhere around; embers sizzles from the fire that heated up the three of you as you sat around it, letting the warmth seep through your bones. It was like a healing. You watched, as you dug your teeth into the roasted rabbit leg, taking a chunky bite of the meat, hunger making your tummy rumble uncontrollably; you kept staring at Geralt, who was eating too.

Suddenly, Geralt looked at you— the corner of his lips twitching into a smirk— he had seen you stare. You turned away, flustered, heat pooled up inside you.

You cleared your throat awkwardly and began staring at the sky, the trees and anything that wasn't the white haired Witcher smirking teasingly at you.

"We will leave for Cintra at dawn. Although—" Geralt began speaking, and you turned to look at him, "Yen cannot open a portal to the Great Mount, she can open a portal to the city nearest, which is a day's distance from here."

"You think she is already on her way?" You cocked your eyebrow, ignoring Jaskier chewing on the roasted rabbit shamelessly next to you.

"Nothing's gonna stop her. She will follow us to the end of the world just to get what she wants."

"I would be surprised if she didn't," you exhaled as you slowly stood up, your shoulder still sore after having taken that bad fall on your back twice.

"[Y/N], rest," Geralt stated, and it sounded more like a command. When you looked at him, he was arching forward, both his elbows resting on his knees, his legs spread out, his palms together. The fire illuminated his face, highlighting his handsome features.

You lowered yourself by a tree, wincing slightly when your shoulder brushed against the tree bark; a hiss escaping your pursed lips, through your teeth. Geralt's Witcher sense of hearing picked up on your hiss, and he cocked his neck towards you, carefully noticing the way you were slightly tense around the upper body. You watched as he stood up and with big steps, reached where you were, instantly kneeling down next to you.

"Show me."

"What?" You mumbled.

Geralt grunted in annoyance, "You're hurt."

"Geralt, I'm fine, really, it's nothing," you absentmindedly replied him, exhaustion and pain making you feel weak.

A growl arose from somewhere inside the White Wolf's chest— it was animalistic; more like a wounded animal's warning snarl— desperate. He suddenly reached out, placing his hand on your shoulder and you winced in pain. It wasn't the pain, however that bothered you.

But, rather the inappropriate thoughts building up in your mind. You were at the same place yet again, the place where you had conceived your child with Geralt, and so was he. A lot had changed since then, but the feelings had only flared.

Your eyes clenched shut as you felt Geralt's warm fingers brush against your neck as his fingers hooked to the neck of your dirty dress.

Geralt pressed his lips shut when he looked at you like this— cowered under his touch— not in fear, for you could have stopped him anytime. Or could you? Geralt doubted suddenly if he could himself bring him to stop, when his fingers were brushing against your alarmingly cold skin, skin that felt like butter underneath his touch. He suddenly felt intoxicated, his insides flaring up and a sudden, raw hunger built up in him. He wanted to feel more of your skin underneath his fingers, brush his index over the curves of your body, caress you and make you feel better.

He flicked his eyes shut, mentally cursing himself for thinking that way about you.

But it was hard to resist; more so when he could practically see you melting in his touch.

Slowly, he lowered your dress, down your shoulder, grunting under his breath as he noticed the sudden rise of your chest as you took a sharp breath.

You were making this difficult for him.

His eyes fell on your shoulder— a massive bruise had already formed, turning bluish purple and he frowned, leaning closer so he could look at it better.

"Why didn't you tell me?" He looked from the bruise to your face, right into your eyes and you took in his words, slowly craning your neck over your shoulder to see what he was looking at. You knew you were hurt, but you hadn't realized it was that bad.

"I .. didn't realize." You whispered, watching his frown widen as his fingers pulled away, leaving a void inside you that threatened to flare.

"Wait." That was all Geralt said before he stood up, and walked away, his eyes lowered to the sides where the shrubs stood, looking for something.

About ten minutes later, you saw him returning, but he had a few herbs in his hands. You kept looking at him questioningly as he knelt down next to you and began crushing the herbs between his thick, beefy palms, as he didn't have a mortar and pestle on him.

"May I?"

You nodded, biting your lip as you let the Witcher apply the thick paste over your bruise. It stung, but you clenched your eyes shut, taking a deep breath, cursing lightly under your breath, and Geralt swore he felt something inside him— a guilt, or perhaps, an inexplicable feeling of seeing you in pain.

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[givemearmstopraywith]

If this will send more hate to you, you obviously don't need to answer, but I was wondering, when does life begin in your opinion? Because I've seen pro-choice Christians saying that we don't really know, because the Bible isn't clear about it. I've also seen others (for example: God is Grey) believing that it starts at conception, but still not being against abortion for (I think) obvious reasons that don't need to be discussed here over and over again. What I found interesting, God is Grey had an abortion herself, she talked openly about it on her YouTube channel, but mentioned having Christian friends with like psychic abilities and them telling her that the soul of her unborn child has other places to be or whatever... This isn't actually that important for my question, it was just so surprising to me, because I myself have a hard time being both pro-choice and a believer of "life starts at conception", because when I then jump to the topic of miscarriage, I just don't understand why God would "allow" miscarriage since it's like one of the most awful things that can happen to you.

So anyways, could you maybe talk about what the Bible actually says about the concept of "life at conception". Sorry for any confusion or mistakes, English isn't my first language.

cw: abortions, miscarriage

your english is perfect! this is a great question. and it's a very difficult one to answer because any answer will be taken as having wide implications for other people. i am probably with the people who believe that it is unclear where life begins, and i feel that way out of reverence and deference to the majesty and eternal mystery of God. some things we, as humans, simply cannot understand. if in the grand mythology of man's conception God prevented us from attaining eternal life, then to me understanding where life begins falls under the category of things which are hidden from our knowledge on account of this prevention. life is a miracle! and i am a fallible human being who cannot comprehend it, anymore than i can comprehend the outer reaches of the universe or the depths of the human heart. some places are hidden except to God, and i accept that he keeps them to himself.

in the middle ages (i believe in italy), abortion laws were very different because life was said to begin after the baby moved- that is, after 40-90 days, before which you could legally and morally induce abortion. some theologians felt that the soul only entered the body when the mother felt a "quickening", which indicated a soul had entered the fetus. which i mention because it feels shockingly more humane than many abortion laws now (i.e., if your baby did not move after four months, you could legally abortion so you did not have to carry a dead fetus). it wasn't until 1588 that sixtus v declared it murder punishable by excommunication, but why did he do so? not, as you might think, because of scriptural evidence to the existence of the soul at conception- he actually did so because of the belief developed by augustine that any unbaptized soul could not enter heaven. by having an abortion, the unborn child was denied the sacrament of baptism and so damned even before leaving the mother's womb.

interestingly, sixtus also tried to pass a law that same year that would make adultery punishable by the death penalty. this was unsuccessful. i wonder why?

we could argue about ensoulment, augustine, and original sin all day, really- i'm in the camp with my professor who said that he's made about augustine four out of seven days of the week. but i think right there is something that's been taken out of the abortion argument for christians. abortion being a mortal sin had nothing, really, to do with murder- it had to do with damnation of the soul, which augustine declared to be homicide even though he held the view that the soul did not enter the fetus until after conception. but you bring up a good point- what about miscarriages? if the issue of abortion is that it kills a child before it can be baptized and thus enter the kingdom of God, then how do we factor miscarriages and death in the womb into this idea? who carries the brunt of guilt for the condemnation of a child who dies in utero? the mother? what about mothers who want children and do everything necessary to carry that child to term, but are incapable? and in fact this has led to truly horrific treatment of women- a misplaced culture of guilt and worthlessness around inability to conceive or carry to term, abortion laws that traumatize mothers who have to suffer the loss of their children in their own bodies, and abortion laws that value the lives of unbaptized babies more than the bodies that bear them.

this paradox is the basis for extraordinary misogynistic sentiment and the treatment of women, essentially, as baby incubators. when you have a piece of church canon that leads to widespread mistreatment and almost wilful misunderstanding about the miraculous capabilities and free will of the body capable of carrying children, you need to rethink that. radically. and we have scriptural basis for rethinking religious law in order to uphold and protect the rights of women- that is, actually, the reason for christ's speech on divorce in mark 10 (pharisaical law at the time meant that a wife could be divorced and abandoned on almost any grounds by her husband- most scholars believe christ was speaking towards this issue specifically, rather than making a unilateral judgement across space and time about divorce being a sin).

so then what do we do about this? we leave the question to God. we understand that some things are beyond our comprehension. but what about abortion? what about all those dead babies? what do we do? and the simple answer is: i don't know. but i know two things. first, God's divine gift to humanity at the moment of our creation into the world- not as infants, because in genesis we were not formed to be infants, we were formed as human adults, and in that formed adult body we were given free will, something not even given to the angels. and God loved us for that ability. and when we exercised our free will to disobey God, his heart was grieved and we were stripped of paradise, but God still loved us. and when humanity chose to reject the messianic mission of God's son and killed him, God still loved us. and God loves us in that every day we are given the choice to draw nearer to him. and even if we don't, the gift of grace is always and continually poured out upon us to choose- because he loves us, no matter what. the issue of our ability to choose has never been an impetus for God's rejection. God is grieved when we make bad choices, but we have never been rejected completely on account of those choices.

i very often quote matthew 7:1 on this blog- do not judge, so that you may not be judged. because this isn't just about casual judgement- this is about drawing moral conclusions about other people based on our limited and finite understanding and then applying moral judgement to them. i am of the belief, and i'm sure many people will disagree with this, that no human being can actually speak successfully enough on behalf of God to decide who and what gets punished and how, by referring to texts that were written in a specific cultural time for a specific culture and trying to apply them to a contemporary moment. this goes for augustine applying old testament laws intended for jews to the christians of later antiquity, and this goes for the christians of today trying to apply both to our own society. there is a universal truth, but that truth is very simple: love others. if God rejects no one, then i don't reject them either: i leave the process of judgement to him. but i make sure that i help to maintain the divine nature of free will bestowed on us by God by doing everything in my power to make sure nobody suffers unduly. i love my neighbour: to love one's neighbour is to love God.

tl;dr: it's God's business where life begins, so in order to uphold the divine mission of loving all humanity i believe all people should have access to safe abortion on demand because God gave us the freedom to choose.

[aikoiya]

1. I can't really say much against this without coming across as a hypocrite, but I will say that just because he got them abs, doesn't make him any less a colonizing terrorist. Like, he's hot, but I still trust him about as far as I could throw him. Ie, not even an inch.

2. You are completely right on this & I have no way to argue. So, moving on!

3. Yeah, I really liked that glimpse into his mindset & I'm always up for real character development. But he was still an ass for trying to take over Hyrule rather than legitimately ally with them. I see Ganon as the type who lives by the "Mandate of Heaven." The belief that the one who is strongest, the one who wins, is right & righteous & deserving of rule. That it is his divine right to conquer those around him. Problem is, I also see him as being stubborn & borderline narcissistic. As such, he keeps trying because he refuses to believe that he actually lost. So, even he doesn't truly follow his own credo.

4. This is just outright racist. Not you, of course. Just the idea. Honestly? I've kinda noticed the same thing. The idea that someone is good or bad just by virtue of their skin color is just hands down toxic & I await the day of this narative's death. Like, why are people trying to apply real world ideas of race relations to a fantasy world where they do not apply due to stark differences in history?

Loz: TotK - How is Hyrule Imperialist?

I've seen a lot of people saying that TotK is imperialist propaganda & that Ganondorf was justified & that Rauru tried to annex the Gerudo but... how do you figure?

A. Imperialism is defined as "a policy of extending a country's power & influence through diplomacy or military force." Which we never really see Hyrule do.

B. From what I'm seeing "annexation is when one country forcibly asserts control & sovereignty over another country's territory. This usually follows military occupation. Annexation is unilateral. Territorial control is declared by the occupying power; the other party gets no say."

At what point did Rauru or the Hylians portray either of those things? Specifically declaring territorial control of the Gerudo? If this were the case, then why go through the trouble of inviting Ganondorf & suggesting they share in Hyrule's bounty when Rauru was already the king of Hyrule & had the upper hand?

Especially when he could've just sent his military & been like "mine now."

Like, all we know for a fact is that Rauru requested an audience with Ganondorf multiple times to specifically, as he said, "share in Hyrule's bounty," that the Zonai had a mine beneath the Gerudo Desert (which we don't know whether or not the Gerudo were using it or had access to; we don't even know if they knew about the Zonaite beneath them), Ganondorf physically attacked first, & that he went around forcibly taking control of what were verbally described as "free Gerudo cities." (Which is something else of interest, there were once multiple Gerudo settlements, but that's for another time.) He then kills Rauru's wife, takes her Secret Stone, & besieges Hyrule.

There's also the fact that at least 1 Gerudo opposed his actions enough to side with another country over him. In an extreme case, this could possibly indicate a civil war between the Gerudo, just like what happened in OoT. Which would explain why he'd felt the need to capture other Gerudo settlements. To assert his dominance & regain control.

There just isn't enough information to say one way or the other if Rauru tried to annex the Gerudo. And, in fact, there's more evidence to suggest otherwise.

Also keep in mind that the Gerudo are most likely not natives of the Gerudo Desert as they could only have appeared after Skyward Sword, which they didn't appear in at all beyond a mention of the word "Gerudo." After Skyward Sword, the Hylians lived upon the surface. And before the ancient times of SS, what we know of as the Gerudo Desert was named the Lanayru Sea.

In fact, the only thing with the "Gerudo" name at the time were a species of dragonfly that lived there as mentioned above. And even as a desert, it was specifically referred to as the "Lanayru Desert," not the "Gerudo Desert."

As far as we know, the Gerudo didn't come until later. And if this turns out to be the case, then don't Hylians, at least technically, have more right to the desert & its resources than the Gerudo?

Remember, Hylians ARE native to Hyrule. Hyrule was founded by Hylians, who worshiped Hylia, who created said Hylians, & the 3 Golden Goddesses, who created Hyrule.

Add to that the fact that the Gerudo are never really depicted as worshiping any of Hyrule's pantheon. The closest thing we see to godly figures in their culture being the Goddess of the Sand, the 7 Heroines, & the 8th (who I call the Forsaken Hero based on TotK side quest spoilers).

My guess is that at some point before OoT, they migrated from a land to the southwest, on the other side of the Lanayru Desert (possibly from a different desert), & settled in the desert itself. At the time of the ancient past of SS, that land was kept completely separate from Hyrule by what, back then, was the Lanayru Sea.

This, however, would make the Gerudo foreigners. Hell, isn't Ganondorf technically an attempted colonizer in TotK & an actual colonizer in OoT?

I just... It seems more like Rauru was trying to handle things diplomatically, possibly even trying to become allies. Because if he really had been trying to take over the Gerudo by force, he wouldn't have had any need for things like diplomacy. Heck, with a good enough engineering degree, he wouldn't have even needed his Secret Stone! Their Zonai Device Constructs could've wiped the Gerudo out entirely!

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[harbingers-appointed]

I am absolutely thriving with everything I'm learning about your AU ! I also have a couple of questions :)

You said the MC's soul was sent to hell while they were comatose, does that mean their physical body still remains in the mortal realm ?

If there is a Hell, is there also a Heaven ? And would Fuboo be God then ? Since YB is her son/creation...

Also, I suppose MC has an influence on Don's rebellion ? Whenever it is to stop or encourage it...

And how many of YB's subjects are currently doubting him and his rule ? And for what reasons would they think this power has "corrupted" him (a funny notion coming from demons) ? Is he a strict, unfair, too ruthless ?

As King of Hell, is YB the strongest of all demons ? Could Don or TK stand up to him ? Can he even be killed ?

Sorry if I'm asking too much 😅

I'm so glad to hear you're enjoying my little idea~ !♡ but oh wow there are a lot of questions so bear with me while I try my best to explain some answers!

Alright so as for Mc's soul being sent to hell, yes that does mean their physical body remains "alive" though some of the demons may argue that. You will have to be careful in who you trust since there will be different explanations given for why you've ended up where you are...

"Heaven" or a "eternal paradise" will be mentioned. Some of the demons will deny its existence completely, while others will admit to It being real- but never having seen it... I dont want to spoil everything yet. (; also I don't want to base this AU completely off of standard Heaven and Hell concepts, but there will be lots of similarities and references (such as the 9 circles for example.) But also my own take of what demons are and why they exist.

Considering this Au is under my control entirely, I like to think I'd be the New GOD (: I get to write whatever sick ideas I want and none of the characters have a choice on my decisions. ( However, credit is due to Fuboo for making the original game and characters of course!)

Yes, Mc's decisions will determine what happens with Don's rebellion. I am not sure how many "branching paths" I'd want. But I like to think if MC hears tell of Don's secret plans and they are devoted to YB, they would have the option of telling Yb... You can imagine where that would go. On the other hand, perhaps Don witnesses some of the ways Yb is treating MC and how Mc is struggling, wanting to be free. Perhaps he feels empathy towards You, or maybe you're just an opportunity to get to Yb since he clearly is obsessed with you.

I imagine that 1/4 of his subjects aren't pleased with his way of ruling, but most are likely too uncaring to ever consider rebelling or they have old fashioned views. As for thinking on why he is corrupted? I like to think that Yb has been their ruler for forever and yet all the Demons are still trapped in Hell and most don't know why. YB had become less caring in recent millennia, apathetic even to the struggles of his race. His great age and being the "First Demon" or "Orginal" demon leading some to believe just because he is old doesnt mean he has their best interests to heart. That he has changed because of his age(like growing crazed, or senile), and is not that "all knowing and kind ruler" he used to be(or was he ever~?). I want to make it clear that "Demons" is a loose term in this AU and are not inherently all "Evil". Though it is up to MC to come to their own conclusion on this. They will still do some "evil" things, but they are not humans so how is it fair to hold them to the same standards of "good and bad"?

YB's power is up for debate, in a head to head fight against Don for example Yb would have the upper hand. Don was by his side when he originally "fell" so they both know each others history pretty well, tactics, fighting style and such too. If Don wanted to win against YB he would need to sway more of the demons on his side and find a way to dampen his HellFire abilities/lower YB's defenses.. (The blue flames I like to think would be able to completely kill a demon permanently and is an ability only the King can possess). YB could be "killed" in a sense, but it would be difficult. Someone more worthy would have to be able to claim his powers- as for how? Well, you'll just have to wait and see... As for Tk vs YB? They wouldn't last In a fight with him. However Tk's knowledge and connections is where their strength lays. (Tk knows more about YB in recent times such as what YB has in plan for MC, while Don knows more about how he was originally... just for anyone whi asks what the difference between their knowledge is)

Alright I think that's an answer to everything (;

Sorry I can't give 100% solid answera right now, as I am still coming up with ideas for the AU. (Also it wouldn't be fun if I gave everything away...;))

I Absolutely love getting asks so don't be afraid to ask questions! Keep in mind some information may change as I develop the AU more (: I really think this would make a fun interactive story hahaha, I'm kind of bursting with ideas.