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eclvpses · 5 months ago

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In his past, Leo had his fair share of exes. He wasn’t under any guise that he was a good one himself - he’d put people through the ringer and in return, he’d been called every name under the sun, slapped, spat on (in the preferable and less than preferable way). Generally, such a display would only warrant a bewildered laugh. Even if he rationalised that he deserved it, Leo would never understand a person becoming so attached to someone else that it would garner a relationship of proper commitment and devotion to come from it. He didn’t care if that meant he was bad mouthed, all but slandered and pushed around because of it. But when it came to his friends, for some reason, he took it so personally he felt rather offended.

Though they were an expert at burying anything they didn’t want to touch under the sand, Leo still had an emotional intelligence to him that he never really doted on. It was a natural part of him, even if he didn’t acknowledge it, but it meant that he was incredibly attuned to just how desperate Dante and Sawyer were to be in each other's lives again. It was more mind boggling that they didn’t simply get over themselves and go back to the way things were. Leo heard Dante’s reasoning go in one ear and out the other, brows furrowing in confusion as a sneer appeared on his features at the same time. “That’s stupid.” He said astutely. If Leo didn’t understand something - and that happened often - it was merely deemed as stupid. It was how he was raised after all. His dad’s voice grumbled in his head in aggravated Dutch as if on cue; Leo doesn’t understand something? Of course he doesn’t, he’s stupid.

Resting his elbow on the seal of the passenger window, Leo dropped his chin to the palm of his hand, staring up at Sawyer’s lit window in synchronization with Dante. “I think missing someone when they’re still right there is about the most moronic thing you can do. Also? It’s a total fuckin’ mood killer. Have you even bothered to ask how your star show pony feels, Dante? Bad. And overtaxed! I deserve an overtime check! Except no one’s even paying me. I’m being milked like a cow on my own dime!” By the end of his rant, Leo was starting to grin - he’d never done well with holding grudges, got over things so easily it was cause for concern. He’d once let someone he was dating back into his house a week after she’d stolen his laptop because she’d waxed poetic about how grateful she was over the new purse she was able to get thanks to her own criminal act.

“You wanna stay for another hour?!” Leo sputtered, finally turning to Dante with a put out grimace on his face. The second they flashed the look at him, it was wiped - as well as every thought that filtered through their brain. Leo loved that they could expect the unexpected when it came to Dante, but their rather impulsive kiss even took Leo by surprise. They weren’t brilliant by any stretch of the imagination, but they knew when they were being used - you would never hear them protest over it. Please, use me! Give me a purpose and touch me! Here I am! It might as well have been branded on Leo’s forehead, chasing after Dante’s mouth before letting out a despondent huff at the sudden space between them again.

For all his complaining about the day he had - which he would never actually complain about - Leo could already feel his stomach swoop and stir pleasantly, worked up all over again with nothing more than the press of lips due to a lack of judgement. Unless it was a calculated move on Dante’s part, Leo couldn’t care less. They didn’t have the brainpower to think of a response before already swooping back towards Dante, attempting to kiss him properly, already deciding it was a brilliant idea to crawl over into his seat. But despite the fact that the height difference between them was a subtle two inches, Leo suddenly felt like he was a hulking 8 feet tall, gangly legs having a hard time finding purchase in the rather cramped space of the nicest car he’d possibly ever been in.

“Ow!” He harped, smashing the top of his head on the roof, used to it usually being down. With an annoyed scoff, Leo suddenly bent fully over, knees on his own seat and hands splayed across Dante’s lap for leverage so they could duck down and check under the other’s own seat for a way to move it back. If anyone looked inside the convertible at that moment, they’d expect to see a completely different sight. “Fuck your fancy fucking car! What do you gotta do to move shit around in here, holy fuck.” In the least sexy display possible, Leo clambered back until he was sat properly once more, breathing heavily in his efforts. “Move your seat back or get over here before I get myself killed.”

He could tell almost instantly that his attempt at evading any talk of Sawyer was thrown out the door. Dante wasn’t stupid enough to believe Leo would glide over him sitting outside of the apartment, but did hope that he at least would entertain him for just a little bit. He laughed at the response he got, then nodded giving up by simply throwing up his hands. “You caught me, alright?” he said, completely ignoring the questions being launched his way. If only he knew. Instead, Dante waited for the other to get into the vehicle before uttering another word. If there was something Dante wasn't, it was sex deprived. He’s never had problems getting his good rounds in whenever he pleased. From one warm bed to the next, he truly could not be better in that department. Leo knew that as well as any. However, there was an underlying depravity to his current state, and that was missing the bed of his favorite girl. Meanwhile the other male seemed to effortlessly pick up where Dante couldn’t go. “I was just making sure she got home safe.” he went with, clearly a little embarrassed about being caught. “I can’t talk to her just yet.” The problem wasn’t having the conversation for Dante, it was remembering what he was angry about once he saw her. Being near his pretty girl made him so effortlessly weak that Dante didn’t know if he could express himself properly. Until he was able to process everything that they’ve lived through the last few years, and he could clearly see where things had gone wrong, he wouldn’t be able to go near her. A single look into her eyes would have him begging for forgiveness in an argument that he wasn’t sure he was entirely at fault on. Somehow, he kept getting himself into these predicaments since coming back home. First with Lincoln, and now Sawyer. When would it all end? He couldn’t help but roll his eyes at the dramatics Leo spewed but he didn’t stop him. Nothing he said would keep Dante from coming back the following night, or the one after that. This was the longest he’s ever been without speaking to Sawyer and if being outside of her apartment before she drifted off to sleep calmed that need to burst through her door - he did have a key - then he’d sit outside and watch her light go out. “Not that long." he said, rather honestly despite how put out he was at being caught. "I reckon about an hour before she’s in bed." Sawyer took forever in the shower, especially after sex. He could just imagine her inside, caressing her sores as she cleansed her body. Soap running trails down her wet body. He swore he knew her like the back of his hand. Knew her likes, her dislikes, the way she smelled after the gym, after sex. His eyes darted to Leo’s face, noting the lack of moisture on his skin and knew he hadn’t showered just yet. Dante reached behind his friend and pulled his face onto his own. Catching his lips between his teeth before devouring any trace of his pretty girl from them. Maybe it was all his mind playing tricks, but he swore he could taste her there. Could smell her dew still lingering on Leo’s skin. Pulling apart from the other male, Dante repositioned his junior and cleared his throat. “You don’t mind waiting, do you?”

#leo fowler | dante kidd #this is so embarrassingly long idk what happened again omfg im begging u stef #stef please pleASEPLAPLEDAPELASEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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lokisasylum · 4 years ago

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Persona/Perfect Blue

I saw this earlier on ino@inchjin‘s twitter and I’m so glad that SOMEONE FINALLY connected the dots or atleast made some fun reference to the similarities between PERSONA and Satoshi Kon’s “PERFECT BLUE”.

Now I think I’ve recommended this movie before lots of times, because hey, Its SATOSHI KON. So you know its a masterpiece (I think I even made a moodboard/jikook AU/prompt based on the movie).

But the main reason WHY i’ve always recommended this movie, even WAY before I got into Kpop. Its because the story-line of Perfect Blue shows a very in-your-face and some times crude view into Idol life and what happens when said Idol decides to pursue a different career/change of image. But the fans or people obsessed/attached to them refuse to accept these changes (and yes this includes stalkers/sassaengs) and all the damage they try to bring to the person.

I don’t wanna spoil the movie for ya, but just to give you a brief summary: The story is about Mima, a beloved Idol in Japan who is part of a trio called CHAM. Mima decides to quit her life as an Idol and pursue her life long dream of becoming an actress. At first her fans, although sad to see her go, promise to support her no matter what which gives Mima all the more courage to move on and never look back. It takes a lot of work but eventually she makes it and lands herself an important role in a new series (its kinda like a Criminal Minds or Law & Order vibes), and of course she is still receiving support from both her fans and faithful followers of the series. But all that will change the moment she has to play a very risque role (trigger warning if you plan to watch it, its a r*pe scene) that could either tarnish her image (especially her previous Idol image) or put her right on the spotlight in a mock rite of passage to be considered “a great actress” in the industry, which of course could land her even greater opportunities/roles in the future. The outcome of her acting for this scene is what will set off a chain of events between the people she used to trust, the fans who once promised to always support her no matter what and even the stalker fans who cannot accept that the Idol they once loved is no more.

Sounds familiar doesn’t it?

How many times have the boys been targeted for doing “something out of the norm”? Something that “isn’t like them”, something that doesn’t look/sound like BTS?

Getting tattoos.

Too many piercings.

Supporting or not “speaking out” against/in favor of “a cause” (that really only benefits/gives validation to the masses demanding that they do).

Wearing certain clothes.

Using certain words or lyrics that in Korea has one meaning/context, but to western eyes/ears “may sound negative”/”scandalizing” (because really some people still don’t understand in plain 2021 that their country/culture ain’t the only one. I’m looking at you ‘murika).

Going out to party with friends.

Hanging out with certain friends that the “fans” do not approve of.

Accepting collabs or doing promotions for certain brands.

Even something so simple as one member being “too friendly”/affectionate to other members.

And the real sad part is? That its the FANS themselves who are the first to throw them under a bus (especially the newer/younger fans) when this happens. Because some of ya’ll like to talk alot of 💩 on your posts on how “Idols deserve better”, “Idols are normal people/humans too.”, but the minute that they show their true persona, the one that is not picture perfect, always smiling, always willing to please.

Then it becomes “bad”.

And I know right now you’re sitting there reading this like: “NUH-UH! I’VE NEVER DONE THAT--”

Bullshit, we’ve all done it, we’ve all judged or doubted in the people we’ve looked up to when they don’t do something that WE want them to.

"Everyone easily slanders and easily praises, like a hypocrite." - RM | God Rap

And I think that they didn’t just show us this with Persona, but with MOST:7 as well. With IDOL, hello??? Ya’ll remember this one right?

So in conclusion, go watch “Perfect Blue”, and THEN listen to Mots: Persona, Mots: 7 and yes, even IDOL again, pay close attention to the lyrics this time. Trust me... its gonna hit differently.

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maivalkov · 4 years ago

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I have seen not long ago a post about "spain's dark side" so...your opinion about that? (I kinda have a feeling of knowing why himaruya came up with that and, if I am right, I am not sure if I like it. It's not that I don't like the dark side thing, but if the reason is what I think, then I don't fancy it)

Great question! Please excuse the length of this response in advance, and if I go off on any tangents. To directly answer your question: I have a horrible feeling that Dark Spain is inspired by the Spanish Black Legend/La leyenda negra, and I don't like that at all. You've really hit on an important topic here, so I'm going to extend this discussion. I call this upcoming piece: Why I don't like Dark Spain and why we, as fans and creators, need to be mindful of how we enjoy our beloved series.

Side note before we begin: I'm going to be talking from a writer's perspective, since this is what I mostly do. My opinion is just that, nothing more. Some will agree with me, others won't, and that's okay. If you're happy with the terms, let's crack on.

Part 1: "Dark" characters I'm not against 2P or "dark" versions of a character if it's required for a particular setting. Let me show you what I mean, using some fic plots I just pulled from my head: Example one: You've got this gritty, fantasy gangster city plot. You use a real city as your location, but the characters are human. Antonio's the leader of a huge criminal organisation and therefore he will do incredibly bad things. It's trigger warnings ahoy. Is this portrayal okay? Sure. (read on before you hit that reply button) Example two: You're writing a horror fic. Antonio's a sexy merman who's more likely to decorate his cave with your entrails, than serenade you on a beach. Is this plot fine? Absolutely. It's dark af, but you're writing sexy merman horror. It kinda’ comes with the territory. Did you see how I wrote "fantasy" and "human" in bold? And did you see that I used Antonio, not Spain? There's a reason. I personally believe in this: When your story uses Hetalia characters in their human form (i.e: Antonio is just Antonio, he does not represent Spain), there's much more freedom and flexibility. I've read many excellent works with darker themes who use real locations alongside human versions of the characters, and do so brilliantly. They're wonderful stories, and they don't cause harm. They're fiction. Fantasy. Fiction. Did I mention fiction? On the flip side: When we are writing the characters as country personifications, who represent the people and the history, we must take proper precaution. The same applies to writing about historical events. (To be continued down below.)

Part 2: Dark Spain

As someone who's been in fandom 10+ years now, my problem with Dark Spain is this: a number of creators back in the old days seemed to agree with my Black Legend theory/concerns, and yet they willingly made content for it. Not everybody did this, but I certainly saw some who thought "wow dark crazy Spain because Inquisition", applied it to certain ships because "ohh angst leads to romance, what a plot" and that is wrong on so many levels. If you know the Spanish Black Legend, then you know how bad this is. It's an incredibly difficult topic because it is, in the simplest sense, massive propaganda designed to seriously damage a country's image. I welcome Spanish input on this, but personally I think using this as some edgy portrayal of Antonio in your fics is insulting. Don't bloody well do it.

(Please note that the fandom is MUCH better now, but it doesn't change the fact it has, and could still happen. I used past tense for a reason, as I do think things are improving.)

Russia is another character which suffers this treatment, and I do think we have a responsibility to be considerate. Many countries have done awful things, mine (the UK) included, and yet our characters have escaped receiving this Dark persona. It's not fair, it really isn't. It's a poor judgment call on Himaruya's behalf if my theory is true. If I'm wrong, then this argument is void. Either way I feel like Himaruya should've specified how and why Dark Spain came about. Part 3: Historical writing

Here's where it gets interesting. I'm not saying "don't write historical hetalia fanfiction", and I never will say it because historical fiction exists. You can go in your local bookshop and boom, people are making real money off it.

I'm not one of those lucky sorts, but I am contributing to that genre myself. Despite lots of magic, fantasy and general artistic license, my story Gatito can be considered historicaI.

It's set in England, 1569. Spain and the Netherlands are two of the main characters, and yes, their conflict is referenced. It coincides with the timeline, and all the while I write them as personifications, I can't pretend that tension between them doesn't exist. If I did, that'd probably be even more insulting to their history, and no doubt confusing for the reader.

The main plot is a daft mash of Arthur misusing his magic, a vile fictional man from Antonio's court who wants his head, and poor Netherlands and Portugal get wrapped up in the drama along the way.

The Dutch conflict is featured, but not the plot. The event is occurring right in the middle of a fictional disaster which Antonio is trying to overcome. It's acknowledged, but it's on the side, to put it simply.

I use human names (Antonio and Abel) and explore that situation from an emotional, human perspective. I do not claim that Abel is a victim, and no one thinks he is either. Personal HC time here: I don't think any of the characters look back at their history and think "wow, poor me". Everyone's made mistakes, and they've all played a role in hurting someone else. My history teacher once told me this: The more you look, the more you see. There's many sides to a story, and even to this day, I doubt historians have truly, faithfully documented events so that it's fair on every nation involved. That's why we need to try and learn history from multiple perspectives, and why when writing hetalia characters during a historical event, we should show the reader as many viewpoints as possible. If you don't, then... well. I frown at you. More on this in part 4.

Part 4: Conclusion/advice

I won't pretend to be a saintly figure in the fandom, and this rant is a bit of a mess, but I hope you get what I'm on about. Thank you if you're still reading.

I'm going to finish with a bit of advice that has helped me have a positive time, and allowed me to create works for a series I really love:

1- If your story is historical, and you purposely want to paint a country in a bad light, think before you do. Don't slander another country for the sake of your comfort character or ship. If your story is set during a battle then yes, they can moan about the opposition, but don’t go hardcore. You know what I mean.

2- Research, research, research.

3- You want to write a particular character. Their human name is unconfirmed, or you don't know a part of their history, but you want to write about it. What should you do? Talk. I had this very dilemma regarding Portugal's surnames, and I just asked Portuguese mutuals on Tumblr for help. I received numerous valid responses in under an hour, and I felt better for it. 10/10 highly recommend.

4- If you've gotta' write Dark Spain: Keep. It. Fictional. If you don't believe my theory behind it, cool, crack on. But if you agree with me, then yeah, I've said it enough. Respect the country.

5- DO explore history. It's fascinating.

6- If you write historical hetalia and you feel that something might be misunderstood: PLEASE USE DISCLAIMERS, END NOTES ETC. I write number 6 from experience. There is a scene in Gatito where a significantly stressed Antonio attempts to summarise the Dutch conflict. He's being blamed for countless fictional issues, and rather than think things through, he blames himself for Abel's pain as well. He does it on a purely emotional basis. Have you ever had that really bad day, and things keep getting worse? Someone comes along and says "you did x y z and I'm mad", and rather than argue your side, you accept it?

That's Antonio in that scene. I know it is, because that's how I intended it to be read. His answer is flawed, to say the least, but in his human heart, he can't help it. I used the end notes as a warning/apology/explanation for this scene. I don't want it to be misinterpreted, and I don't want to disrespect Spanish history.

7- If someone does comment/ask about a sensitive, historical part of your work: don't rant. And don't get offended. I believe we all need to talk more. Have conversations about HCs, how we would write/imagine different scenes, and use it to improve your work.

8- Have fun, and be sensible. Thank you again for reading, I hope this helps to some extent. I know I've thrown my opinion out here, but if you strongly disagree with me, don't @. Move on, embrace what you believe, and everyone's a winner. (This really should've been number 9 on the list haha.)

#ask #hws spain

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b-rainlet · 4 years ago

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📓📓📓📓

- the-scarecrxw

(Since you sent 4 of those emojis I'm gonna go off but I'll stick to one in this answer and make seperate posts for the others aksnsns)

I can't give you anything Jonathan centric (that isn't Tommy/Jonathan, one of my fave rarepairs) but Jerome features in lots of my AUs.

This one is one of my faves that's entirely self-indulgent and if it ever gets written it's probably gonna be the longest fic I ever published (Again: If it ever gets written):

I gotta apologize in advance, it's just a fun little AU I haven't put too much thoughts into in terms of plotting so this is gonna be A. Long, B. Messy and C. A little chaotic

- First off, you gotta understand that @nsfwitchy2 Me had some fun with a pretty nonsensical and definitely not canon-compliant AU where Jerome and Jeremiah have three Mums (Tabby, Lee and Barbara, who all date) and live with them and Barbara Lee as their little sister.

- Ecco also lives with them, she sees herself as both the twins' gf more than a genuine part of the family tho (for now)

- (Meanwhile at Wayne Manor Alfred and Jim date and are very tired parents of Bruce and his clone 514A, in this AU - and pretty much every AU - nicknamed Brook)

- (Selina kinda goes back and forth between living at Wayne Manor or at Lee's place)

- Also, everyone dates. The twins. The clones. Eccomiah, Jecco, Batcat, Valeyne, Wayleska, they're all fucking

- Which isn't THAT important for this particular AU but I figured I'd give a warning xD

- This is mostly my attempt to give Tabitha some more backstory? Just...how I personally see her character and how I could see her end up if things would've went differently after S2

- The google docs file is called 'How Tabitha started being a Mum while disregarding canon completely' lmao

- Like her current life involves having 4 kids (if you count Selina) and two wives and that's a hell of an AU and I just like to overthink things and play with the way things would have needed to have gone in canon to have her 'end up' like this

- Also I can see her struggling with having a family all if a sudden (that isn't a manipulative brother or a weird cult)

-Especially if that involves Motherhood

- So on one hand it's a 'S2 until now' fic, explaining what happened to her in my canon

- But also - mostly because I find that easier to organize in my brain - it's interwoven with a 5+1-esque fic of all her children calling her 'Mum' (and her getting emotional over that)

- So it switches back and forth between the past and the present but for rambling's sake, I'll start with the past

- She still leaves Theo behind and flees with Silver but she keeps Silver close instead of immediately sending her away

- And her and Silver get taken in by Fish after they leave Theo because they have nowhere to go and Fish loves taking care of strays

- (Fish, who probably didn't end up in Indian Hill but rather lives in hiding until she is ready to strike against Penguin)

- She refers to herself as Liza's Mother in canon, you can't tell me she wouldn't instantly adopt Tabby and call her 'Honey' and give her motherly advice while Tabby tries to be all bite but actually enjoys somebody taking care of her for once

- Selina🤝Tabby

'Trying so very hard all the time to not show how soft and insecure they are'

- Actually, I'd start diverting from Canon even sooner aksnsjd

- Well not full on changing canon, but I'd...pepper in some stuff

- Like some scenes of her back with Theo and the Maniax

- Mostly her talking to Theo about Jerome's planned murder, which, yeah, she knows it's been set in stone from the beginning but that doesn't mean that she isn't talking about alternatives where he doesn't get killed off

- And Theo's like "Don't tell me you're going soft. No one will miss him. He was just a boy. Not worthy enough to be remembered."

- And later on she betrays him and goes 'I remember him'

- Anyway, they stay with Fish for a while but Tabby doesn't wanna keep Silver in Gotham

- So she sends her back to the school she went to before coming to Gotham with Theo (but makes sure their weird cult can't get their hands on her there)

- And Silver wants her to come with but Tabby says she has some unfinished business

- Aka she just doesn't wanna leave Barbara (who is in a coma atm, if Memory serves right)

- And Tabby's reasoning is that it's not safe in Gotham but really, she thinks she can't be responsible for another person

- "She needs a mother. A Family. I can't give her that." - "You are her family."

- So Silver's out of the picture and Tabby hangs with Fish until Barbara wakes up and they get together again (and never ever seperate)

- Also there's no Butch/Tabby because that was unnecessary as fuck

- And I gotta be honest, I haven't thought more about canon because Butch/Tabby alone makes my head hurt already but somehow they start dating Lee

- Who brings Jerome into the relationship because I sure am fond of Lee being Jerome's Mother (like as in, I have several wips with that concept alone not counting this one)

- Jerome probably came back to life after S3 and Lee fought to have him not be treated like a violent criminal but rather a child who was taken advantage of and after his release from Arkham (where she visited him and made sure he got some proper treatment) it seemed natural to have him live with her

- (But also he's still a criminal aksnsjs, you can see how much I thought about this)

- (Sue me for sticking to the heartfelt scenes and avoiding the mess that is plotting)

- Tabby and Barbara already had Selina and through Jerome, Jeremiah and Ecco were added et voila! Their Family is complete

- (Why exactly Barbara Lee exists if Tabby and Barbara have been non-stop dating since S2 I can't tell you, I simply think she is neat and I like the idea of big brother Jerome)

- (This AU? Self-indulgent? Why would you ever think that?)

- In the present however she is dealing with what is mostly referred to as 'feelings'

- Mostly panic at realizing that the bunch of weird children she's been living with are seeing her as some kind of parental figure

- Because suddenly they all call her 'Mum'

- Unsurprisingly the first one to call her Mum is Jerome at breakfast

- She's reading the newspaper and there's an article about a hostage situation the twins planned and he goes 'Mum, are you done with that? Can we see?'

- And they snatch it from her and argue about how they didn't even make the front page while Tabby nearly chokes on her coffee

- And of course she breaks down talks to her wives about it later while they get ready for bed because no one ever called her 'Mum' before

- Barbara's braiding her hair, while Lee's off to the side, getting ready for bed and it's very domestic and I am very gay

- But neither see it as a big deal because both of them have been called Mum before (by Jerome at least. Like. Immediately upon meeting them)

- So she's trying to be nonchalant about it because it's only a big deal if she makes it one

- While also not being able to deny the warm feeling that spreads throughout her body when Jerome keeps calling her 'Mum'

- Miah and Selina on the other hand are both hesitant to call anyone Mum

- Miah cause of Pride, Selina cause of her Mummy Issues

- But they both do at some point

- I think I have more notes on this SOMEWHERE but I kinda wanna have Miah call her Mum while he's ill (because we all know he'd be super fussy and want attention 24/7)

- So she humours him and while he's close to falling asleep - and she's totally not carding her fingers through his hair because she isn't soft or anything - he mumbles: "Thank you Mum" and she melts

- Selina would be more angsty

- Like, maybe it's her birthday and she disappears for a while (as she tends to do) but Tabby (who's closest to her) knows how hard this day is for her (since again her Mum isn't there with here and looks for her and brings her back home but doesn't make a big fuss out of her birthday

- Just...lets her be, gives her space but also lets her curl up close to her and maybe Selina doesn't call her Mum on that exact day

- But it's the day she realizes she wouldn't mind calling Tabitha her Mother, so she hesitantly tries it out a while later (maybe days, maybe weeks, however long it takes for her to feel comfortable with it) and they share a smile

- Then there's Barbara Lee, but she barely counts because she's a toddler and calls everyone 'Mummy'

- Even her father ajsnsnsn

- The last one would be Ecco because I have a very soft spot for Tabby and Ecco being close

- Ecco's rather formal with them for the longest time (she calls Barbara, Lee and Tabby 'Ma'am' for the most part because she may like them, but she doesn't think they see her as family. She's just the token girlfriend).

- So there's a scene where they connect, possibly over Tabby's hand and Ecco's head since I hc that Ecco gets headaches and migraines a lot (considering that she still gets shot in the head by Miah, like I said, this AU isn't necessarily the most bullet proof in terms of linear timelines)

- But so is Gotham so-

- So there's possibly a scene where Ecco's headache is getting super bad and no one's around (especially not Miah to dote on her) and Tabby awkwardly tries to bond by telling her about her hand and how she can't feel much (is a little clumsy with it) and Ecco immediately imprints on her like a duckling

- Maybe it's even the first time anyone reached out to Ecco in a way that feels genuine, especially without the twins or any of her (various) other partners being present so now she's willing to die for Tabby

- Which ends in her also calling her 'Mum' (while she keeps calling Lee and Barbara 'Ma'am' and Lee's so mad ajsnsjdj she was trying so hard to bond with this kid but couldn't quite get it right and you're telling her her socially pretty clumsy - but still wonderful of course - wife managed with just one conversation?? Slander

- And of course because I can't stop myself, there would be even more tidbits here and there of Tabby overcoming her previous way of living (as in, thinking caring or showing emotions is weakness) by having her reminisce a LOT about Theo

- For example by having Jerome climb into bed with her while Barbara's sleeping and Tabby is waiting for Lee to come home

- Lee works as a doc in the narrows which may be a little illegal, but the people didn't just stop needing help after her Queen of the Narrows arc was over, so I vote she keeps at it (and is held in very high regard for it by pretty much everyone)

- Tabby always stays up until everyone is home because she likes knowing where everyone is and that they're safe while Jerome has frequent nightmares and wanders around the house, so this isn't a rare occurrence

- And sometimes, they talk Theo

- "You miss him?" - "Don't know."

- "I wish he was still alive so I could kill him." - "....Me too." - "Which one?" - "...Both."

- (ajajsbssj this is all just copy pasted and cleaned up a lil', leave me and my pretentious way of writing dialogue alone)

- Tabby also has a lot of interludes where she thinks about what growing up with Theo was like/her childhood in general

- How she always protected him from other children bullying him and how they swore to have each other's back but how in hindsight, she was the one doing all the dirty work for him, helping him fulfill his dream and enact his revenge

- Realizing that he probably never cared for her, not like she cared for him

- There's also allusions to them having sex because you cannot tell me they did NOT have sex

- And it ends with Tabby realizing that she is quite happy with how she ended up, even if it's neither how she thought she would ever live nor what her old self would've even wanted, possibly seeing too many attachments as 'weak' judging by the way she canonly used Butch for convenience sake at first

- And yeah, maybe now she can provide the family - the Mother - somebody else desperately needs

- So she brings Silver home

#This isn't at all presentable #Because the AU is all over the place still #But I am sharing it anyway #Tag: Happy Family #Long Post #WIP Rambles

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junquisite · 4 years ago

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Be My King

WORD COUNT : 1.1K

GENRE : Royalty AU, Queen! OC X Kim Byeongkwan

WARNING : Morally ambiguous characters, mentions of death (a lot), implied murder

NOTE : Please enjoy my first ever Byeongkwan fic~

"Congratulations my queen, it's finally your coronation today." Byeongkwan said as he helped her with the robe.

"It's the first step. It'll be my rule now. Everyone will be served for what they did." She says as she adjusted her robe and turned around to smile at him.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" He asked and she smirked at him.

"We did all that and now you want me to turn back?" And he shook his head.

"You're right, let's go."

"Don't do this! He's also a royal! How could you just kill him like?" She yelled as she tried to run out of the grip of the guards holding her.

"It's alright Aera, take care of yourself." Her older brother said, smiling as the sword came down and only her shrieks were resounding.

Just because his father was not the king, her older brother was executed, putting her as the next one on throne.

"The empress Kang Aera is now taking the throne. Everyone rise!" Was announced as Aera entered the throne room, Byeongkwan closely followed. She saw a few of the old ministers sneering at him, not comfortable with her having her own personal advisor of her choice, that too a common person and a person of a different nation at that.

She found him at a fair she had sneaked out to attend, she watched from afar how his group created a show everyone was so engulfed in that no one noticed when he emptied everyone's pocket. But then guards caught them and she saved him on a whim, brought him to the castle and now he was the only one in this castle she trusts.

As she entered the throne room, everyone stood up in respect and she took her oath and her throne. The ruler must hold their first court on the day of coronation was the rule. Usually they would set the court as per their liking and want of ministers. She looked around at the pleased faces, they all were happy because they had me appointed, but that precisely was the reason why I'll remove them.

Because they were the ones who got my brother killed, executed instead of plain banishment. They manipulated my father. The army general was changed overnight because he was my brother's friend, one of the minister's was appointed, chosen by the ministers themselves. The guards that held me and stopped me as my brother was killed in front of me were weeping along with me, only the fear of death and loyalty to the crown stopping them. My brother was loved by the army and now as I sit on this throne, I'll bring him to justice.

"I'll be changing the whole council." She said as the people gasped and Byeongkwan smiled from his position, two stairs below her dais.

"Starting from the army general, Sir Lee Donghun, you're reinstated." And starting with him, the whole council was full of no nobles and more or less, commoners. Commoners Byeongkwan had introduced to her for having great minds and potential for loyalty to her and only her.

"The council can't be full of commoners my queen!" One of the nobles wailed and the queen smirked, "Where does it say that?" Dumbstruck, the man settled down as she stood up.

"I'll be a queen of the commoners, the age of living in fear of nobles is over my people!" And the crowd had rejoiced, less for the nobles.

"All the past members of the Council are, though, ordered to be executed." She said amidst the chaos and the crowd stilled, commoners nobles alike as the ministers fought for freedoms as guards caught them under general Lee's orders.

"They are caught for treason and by no trial, to be executed and beheaded immediately."

"What treason?!" One of them shouted as Byoengkwan brought forward a bunch of letters.

"These are official letters with your seals, we have verified, plotting for the murder of the late King, my father."

Gasps and murmurs surround the crowd as the past ministers were dragged away in between their denials.

"You can't do this!" The past royal advisor fought with his guard to yell at her face.

"But I just did." She said with a smile mirrored by Byeongkwan right in the minister's view and it all clicked.

"I knew it was a mistake letting a little criminal into the castle."

The queen's expression changed and she halted the guards taking away the past ministers.

She spoke loudly, "Where is the special order I had given this morning?" And they saw as a few guards ran away somewhere.

"You see advisor, you were not to be executed, had you listened to the names of the to be executed ministers that MY advisor read. But your haste and hatred towards him might just cause your demise."

As she finished, the guards ran in with a second slightly smaller throne that they placed beside the queen's. She pulled out a small box from her coat's inside as she called a surprised Byeongkwan upto the dais.

"I know this isn't your ideal setting for a proposal nor do I have a proper speech planned but, Kim Byeongkwan, would you do the honour of being my husband?"

It was silent, as he was processing what was going on and the whole crowd was waiting with bated breath until he was nodding his head like crazy, tears unshed in his eyes as he started chanting "yes!" Again and again and she put the ring on his finger, backed up by the clapping and holler of the crowd.

After it had calmed down, she turned to the past advisor, "For the crime of humiliating and slandering the Royal Consort's name, I hereby punish you with Immediate beheading."

It was 5 in the morning when all the ministers were lined up in the ground for their execution. Same time as her brother.

As the swords were pulled down and they were out of the way, the Queen and her king turned around to leave.

"Thank you." She whispered as he grasped her hand. "I'm thankful to you. Even after all I did, you chose to marry me." And she laughed.

"You could kill me and I'll love you, killing someone for me only makes me love you more. So who cares if he was the king or my father." She said as she brought his hand to her lips leaving a gentle kiss there as she chuckled at his red face.

Just before entering the palace, she tugged at his hand and he turned around to look at her.

"Be my king?" She asked as the softest of smile took over his features.

"Forever."

#a.c.e #ACEWRITERS #kim byeongkwan #byeongkwan #a.c.e byeongkwan

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cassahina · 4 years ago

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Hi ? If it’s possible can i get a danganronpa matchup ? I use she/her pronouns and want to be paired up w a male character and a female but if you can’t or that the addition will shorten drastically your hdcs pls ignore my second demand, i do not have a preference for wich game ! As i like to write spontaneously i may be messy in my description i hope you won’t mind too much.

So maybe because of my height (173cm) and my natural mean resting face hehe i may come as intimidating and cold at first sight but i am more likely than not just in the clouds thinking about my next meal or a way to revolution the world. Can be described as independent, honest, smart, creative, playful, or chaotic iam your dear ENTP and my ennea is 8w7. I would really like to be able to express myself freely besides my partner as i like to aboard things from different perspective making me able to learn new things also i may ignore social norms to my convenience. Ambiverted, i do not mind approaching people but can be difficult to get rlly close to cause of trust issues and so i don’t have many friends but tons of « comrades » ? Also despite not being your usual organized perfectionist i can be quite hard on myself when i am focus/interested in something.

Talking about interest i like history, philosophy, languages, travels, psychology and lot more. My hobbies consist of drawing, writing, listening to music, reading, gaming and cooking when i feel to it’s a form of art for me like drawing and make up even if i am far from being an expert but i do not take slander 🙄 Also i am quite interested in all sorts of games w no consideration of their natures and mysteries. I take care of my physical condition besides all that to be able to kick some asses and defend myself when i need to and accentuate my independent energy /j I like spicy food of just food in general, am interested in justice and geography what can i add to top it all ? What i am like as a lover ?

i don’t like to be seen as vulnerable so i hide most of the emotions that i consider weak and just ignore them so when i do have romantic feelings for someone i get mixed emotions and don’t know how to act. Not adding the fact that i get embarrassed easily even if it i don’t show it so i can get emotionally clumsy and accidentally flirt or manage to hold myself and be my usual self or friendlier. It’s always 50/50 and i hate it. But i guess i cover for my weird self by giving my time, energy, fidelity, reliability and weird affection who consist of touch starved hugs and treats to restaurants or my own cooking. Also i absolutely can’t admit it but do try to look prettier but still rock my grunge/alt style ugh it’s so embarrassing. I guess that’s all i had to say thank you for doing this.

Hey hey hey, sure thing! I’ll happily match you up, and sorry it took so long, school recently restarted for me so that kept me a bit busy. I hope you enjoy this though.

I match you with….

Shuichi Saihara and Ibuki Mioda!

I chose a Shuichi because I think your politeness and interests in more academic fields would help you get along pretty well. You mentioned how you mentioned how you like psychology, philosophy, history and etc., which all can actually be very important for detectives to understand so they can understand criminals and their reasoning better, so I would assume Shuichi would be able to discuss the topics with you. He is also decently smart anyways and polite, so he wouldn’t mind listening to your opinions about the subjects anyways. He definitely fits your interest in justice. You also mentioned that you are an ambient, which would fit well with him as he is more introverted, but more than willing to spend time with friends and help others out. He also has this way of being someone everyone trusts, which could be useful seeing as you mentioned you had trust issues. Being a detective makes him more perceptive then others, and it would allow him to also see when you are hiding your emotions and comfort you as well, he would just be a chill partner who could help you out and have fun discussing similar interests.

I chose Ibuki because she is very affectionate and chaotic. I feel like she fits the more chaotic side you briefly mentioned while describing yourself. She would totally be down to listen to music and play games with you, just wanting to have a fun time and see you smile. She fits for how you want to express yourself freely to your partner, as well as how she wouldn’t mind adding her own ideas to give you a different perspective like you mentioned. You would both share an interest in the arts, which is fun. She would also totally be down for your accidental flirting. More over, Ibuki is actually pretty wise herself when she gets serious, and she would also be serious if she ever noticed you were hiding your emotions and would comfort you just like Shuichi. She may be goofy, but she is also very considerate and loving, and that’s always nice. Also, your styles would be epic together.

#cassierole the ultimate writing prodigy #request 0w0 #matchups #danganronpa #danganronpa matchups #shuichi saihara #ibuki mioda

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jounetsunosymphonia · 4 years ago

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The Master Likes a Mystery (Mankai Stage Winter 2020 translation)

translation for the stage version of winter’s second play! the song can be listened to in full here.

some of the parts that are the same as the original are just combinations of the fantranslation on the wiki and the official english version bc i mean they’re already there come on.

cast list

Arisugawa Homare (Tanaka Ryousei) as Sagishima Tooru Mikage Hisoka (Ueda Keisuke) as Tojo Shiki Takato Tasuku (Kitazono Ryo) as Nakatsu Keiji Tsukioka Tsumugi (Aramaki Yoshihiko) as Souma Keiichi Yukishiro Azuma (Ueda Kandai) as Kusanagi Shizuma

mild warnings for murder (of course), and implied incest(?)

Keiichi: She was the perfect fiancee!

Keiji: Don’t go poking your noses where they don’t belong!

Shizuma: My sister was not a girl against whom one would hold a grudge.

Shiki: Surely you don’t mean to say that you think I killed her, do you?

Sagishima: Will you cease your search for the culprit, then?

All: The coleus flower’s meaning is…

Sagishima: Master Shiki. …Master Shiki. Master Shiki, the cyclamens are blooming beautifully in the garden. Do you know what they symbolise? (cyclamens are deep love and sincere affection. just a fun fact.)

Shiki: Sagishima. Why is it that even when I pay you no mind, you continue speaking to me nonetheless?

Sagishima: Were you ignoring me?

Shiki: I was thinking. I didn’t wish to be interrupted.

Sagishima: As I thought. Then, would you like to take a walk and see the cyclamens—

Shiki: I have no interest whatsoever in flower language. I have an important—

Sagishima: This is the time when the Kusanagi family’s daughter usually takes her walk, however.

Shiki: Let us leave at once! …I’d like to take a look at the cyclamens.

Sagishima: As expected of Master Shiki. Understood.

Sagishima, Shiki Master and butler Master and servant (different word! same translation! i suffer)

Shiki I’m the master

Sagishima And I am the butler

Shiki Is there really such a butler who won’t listen to what he’s told?

Sagishima: My, my. Even a dog could outsmart you, Master Shiki.

Sagishima, Shiki The master’s mesmerised by that girl!

Sagishima: Oh...? This scent is that of a coleus flower, is it not?

Shiki: This handkerchief…it’s…! Hey…isn’t that Miss Kusanagi collapsed over there? Sagishima, call for a doctor at once!

Sagishima: Master Shiki, please stay back! …it’s too late.

Shiki: What?

Sagishima: Miss Kusanagi…has already passed.

Sagi, Shiki, Keiji The victim is the Kusanagi family’s daughter—

Shiki: Why has such a thing become of her?

Keiji: Why was she in such a place?

Sagishima: Why does she have such an expression on her face?

Sagi, Shiki, Keiji The dead tell no tales So it is only from the evidence We can find the truth

Keiji: I’m Nakatsu Keiji, I’m in charge of this case.

Sagishima: Detective Nakatsu Keiji…names truly reveal one’s identity… (folks i’m not repeating the cagey nakatsu joke here you can go read a3en if u want it)

Keiji: So you were the ones to discover the body, hm?

Shiki: What’s with that attitude?

Sagishima: Master Shiki, please stop.

Keiji: What was your relationship to the victim? You were acquainted, weren’t you? Were you just friends? Or…?

Shiki: How rude! Surely you don’t mean to say that you think I killed her, do you?

Keiji: Well, if we investigate, we’ll find out either way.

[winter telepathic convo time part 1!]

Hisoka: (Alice and Tasuku are so annoying.)

Tasuku: (I’ll take that as a compliment.)

Hisoka: (You’re acting, so you’re a good kid.)

Homare: (Hisoka-kun, do you mean to say that I’m irritating even without acting?)

Hisoka: (That’s what I’m saying.)

Tasuku: (Minagi’s script is like this, so it’s interesting. Now, how will you do, Tsumugi, Azuma-san?)

Shiki: Sagishima. Look up Miss Kusanagi’s personal relations at once.

Sagishima: Needlessly meddling in others’ affairs is a terrible habit of yours.

Shiki: I’m being suspected of murder! Do you expect me to simply sit and twiddle my thumbs?

Shiki The suspects are those around Miss Kusanagi—

Shizuma: Why has such a thing happened to my sister?

Keiichi: Why has she suffered so?

Keiji: Why are these two here?!

Shiki The culprit is one of these people I’ll be sure to uncover the truth

Sagishima: Miss Kusanagi’s older brother, Kusanagi Shizuma, and her fiance, Souma Keiichi.

Keiji: Leave the investigation to the police. Don’t go poking your noses where they don’t belong!

Shiki: Once I find the culprit, you can take all the credit.

Keiji: You’re doing all this without a warrant—

Shizuma: I don’t mind. Finding my sister’s murderer is of the utmost priority. Keiichi-kun, don’t you agree?

Keiichi: Ah? Y-yes, of course.

Sagishima: Everyone, thank you for your cooperation. Now, if you will allow me to ask some questions about the incident.

Shizuma: My sister was not a girl against whom one would hold a grudge. She was smart, good-natured…a young lady loved by all.

Keiichi: She was the perfect fiancee. She would have practically been wasted on me…

Keiji: Neither of you would have any motive to kill her. (directed to shiki) And you wouldn’t have wanted to lose her, so…

Shiki: That’s it! I’ve solved the case!

Everyone except Shiki: What?

Sagishima, Shiki Assailant and victim Older brother and fiance

Shiki I’ve figured it out!

Sagishima Will this be alright…?

Shiki It’s a good thing I’ve read so many mysteries!

Sagishima: That is true. Master Shiki is a surprisingly avid reader.

All The master’s mesmerised by a mystery!

Shiki: The culprit…is you, Nakatsu Keiji!

Keiji: Wh—?! Why would I be the murderer?

Shiki: It’s a common mystery trope! The least likely character is usually the culprit.

Keiji: I can’t believe this slander. Now, if you’ll excuse me.

Shiki: See, look at that! There must be a shady side to him!

Keiichi: I-I’ll be taking my leave as well. I’ve been feeling rather unwell since her passing.

Sagishima: Master Shiki. Detective Nakatsu Keiji is not the culprit.

Shiki: What did you say—?! Don’t tell me you’ve already figured out who it is!

Sagishima: Well.

Shizuma: To think the detective could be the culprit…fufu. How thrilling. I didn’t get a particularly good impression of him, after all.

Shiki: He treated me like a suspect as well, so it’s only fair.

Shizuma: That’s the first time I’ve laughed since my sister’s passing. Fate truly does work in mysterious ways…who would have thought friendship could bloom from such unfortunate circumstances?

Shiki: Indeed. I think we’ll get along quite well.

[winter telepathic convo time part 2!]

Azuma: (A cuddler…a poet…an amnesiac…to think that the three of us would be acting together, fate really does work in strange ways, doesn’t it?)

Homare: (Oh! I’ve been struck by inspiration for a poem, Azuma-san! A nurarihyon on ice! An illusion without expression!) (a nurarihyon is a sort of youkai. you know. the usual alice stuff.)

Hisoka: (Alice. Concentrate on acting.)

Homare: (A-ah. Pardon me.)

Azuma: (Being onstage is truly amazing…here, we can take as many breaths as we need.)

Sagishima, Shiki Master and master A friend and a friend (wonderful, thank you. yes i checked this time and it is in fact the same word.)

Shiki Curiously, we get along

Sagishima That’s a relief to hear

Shizuma If you’d like, give this book a read

Sagishima: My, what an adorable bookmark. (he takes it from the book that shizuma is lending to shiki, and puts it in his pocket.)

Sagishima, Shiki The master’s unusual new friend!

Sagishima: Master Shiki. We’ve received…this. (he hands over the threat letter)

Shiki: “Don’t investigate any further.” Is this a threat? Now, what shall we do?

Sagishima: Nothing good can come of you getting that look on your face.

Shiki: What~? I’m only leaving a little bait.

(OK HELLO IF U CAN WATCH FOOTAGE OF THE SHOW PLEASE DO BC THE FIGHT NOISES ARE IN FACT SOMETHING FUN HAPPENING—as in the game, keiichi attempts to sneak into the tojo household, but this time sagi beats his ass and disarms him bc he has a knife (!?) it’s very very good and delicious i love stage sagi so much bye)

Keiji: That agility…just what are you?

Sagishima: I am only a simple butler.

Keiji: Souma Keiichi…to think that the culprit was you the entire time.

Keiichi: N-no! You’ve got it wrong! I didn’t kill her!

Sagishima: But Master Souma…is this not your handwriting?

Keiji: Well? What now, Souma.

Keiichi: …you’re right. But so what if it is?

Keiji: Eh?

Keiichi: I wasn’t the one who murdered her. I even failed my attack on Tojo Shiki. What’re you gonna take me in for? I haven’t committed any crimes.

Keiji: You really think that’s going to work?

Sagishima: Even if being taken in by the police would not cause you any harm, perhaps it would be an issue for you were Master Kusanagi to find out the truth?

Keiichi: You—!

Shiki: What’s the meaning of this, Sagishima?

Sagishima: I believe you should explain for yourself. It would clear you of all suspicion of the murder.

Keiichi: Tch. ...I was seeing other women. I only wanted to marry that girl for the money.

Shiki: What!

Keiji: You…

Keiichi: There’s no way I’d want to marry such a boring woman as that otherwise! But...I’d never worry for cash again as long as I lived.

Sagishima: Master Souma would never have murdered her without getting a hold of her fortune.

Keiji: Then...why did he go after Tojo-san?

Keiichi: If Mr. Kusanagi found out that I was messing around with other girls, I’d lose the support I was already getting. Geez...what kind of shit luck is this...if you were gonna die, couldn’t you have waited til after we’d already gotten married?!

Shiki: (punches keiichi in the face. deserved.)

Keiichi: (grabs shiki’s lapels) The hell are you doing in front of the detective?

Shiki: Detective. Did I do anything wrong?

Keiji: Hmm. I must’ve had something in my eye. Did I miss anything?

Shiki: No, not at all.

Keiji: I understand that you didn’t kill her. But between criminal intimidation and breaking and entering, it appears you might guilty of some other crimes, so I’ll have to take you in.

Keiichi: (makes a fucking run for it and almost goes at sagishima)

[winter telepathic convo time part 3!]

Hisoka: (Tsumugi’s acting so awful…)

Homare: (I nearly had to raise a hand against him!)

Tasuku: (It’s no good…he’s concentrating too hard.)

Hisoka: (Receiving feelings onstage and connecting them to the next play…)

Homare: (Acting is truly a wonderful thing, is it not, Hisoka-kun?)

Tasuku: (It’s great that you guys can understand that too.)

Tsumugi: (We’re counting on you two for the rest!)

(this part is really funny to me bc mugi sounds so gentle and they’re all so soft but also at the same time keiichi is struggling against being arrested and gets dragged off stage by keiji, the duality of man i guess)

Sagishima, Shiki The culprit wasn’t Keiichi

Shiki Who on earth could it be?

Sagishima The scent on the kerchief The truth cannot possibly be so kind

Shiki I want to know the truth

Sagishima: My, my, Master Shiki is…

Sagishima: Oh. That’s an interesting book you have there.

Shiki: I borrowed it from Kusanagi-kun.

Sagishima: I am glad you have found yourself such a good friend. Will you cease your search for the culprit, then?

Shiki: Whatever for? Of course not.

Sagishima: …I see.

Sagishima: The scent wafting from that book…It’s the scent of a coleus flower, is it not.

Shiki: Coleus…? Where have I…N-no. It can’t be. The one who killed Miss Kusanagi—!

(83723847236486th time but oh my god if you can watch it please do because the expression that shiki makes when he realises i just. i die. every time. it hurts so much uechan i’m going to fight you irl (said with love) )

Sagishima: This is why I asked if you would give up your search. You really are no smarter than a dog.

Shiki: But…why…why would he…?

Sagishima: Master Shiki. Do you know what the coleus flower symbolises?

Shiki: I’ve already told you, I have no interest in flower language!

Shizuma, Sagishima: An impossible love.

Sagishima: That is its meaning.

Shiki: …it was you, wasn’t it. You killed Miss Kusanagi.

Shizuma: I couldn’t stand the thought of my dear sister marrying that man! As long I’d realised his true nature…

Shiki: …Shizuma-kun…

Shizuma: Even so…I didn’t think there would be another man with such an interest in flower language as I.

Shiki: Oh…actually, the one who knew was—

Sagishima: My master is well-versed in many subjects.

Shizuma: My one miscalculation…was your involvement, Shiki-san.

Shiki: What a shame…and here I thought we could have been good friends.

(ok pain. you know how in the original, shiki’s like “ooh too bad you can’t lend me more books bc you’re the murderer.” in the stage ver, shiki tries to give back the book shizu lent him earlier on, and shizu just quietly puts a hand up like ‘no, keep it,’ and shiki looks so. pained. i hate it here.)

Sagishima: The detective is waiting outside.

Sagishima: Master Kusanagi, she was quietly stabbed from the front. There was no sign of struggle.

Shizuma: And what of it?

Sagishima: Perhaps Miss Kusanagi chose death at the hands of her beloved brother rather than be married to a man she did not wish to wed.

Shizuma: …thank you, butler.

Shiki: From the front…? Struggle…? I haven’t the slightest clue what any of this could mean. (sagi attempts to give him a hug) What is it?!

Sagishima: As expected from you, Master Shiki. You are—ah, never mind.

Shiki: …it was windy that day too, wasn’t it.

Sagishima: Are you all right?

Shiki: Why do you ask?

Sagishima: I think you might have been more upset about this case than...ah. Forgive my impertinence.

Shiki: Was that…concern? How revolting. What on earth are you thinking?

Sagishima: Only that…perhaps I am fonder of you than I had thought.

Shiki: …what a strange fellow.

[winter telepathic convo time part 4!]

Hisoka: (Didn’t need that adlib at the end.)

Homare: (I thought it would be alright to include our true feelings for once!)

Hisoka: (I didn’t want more lines.)

Homare: (But I’ve understood! I care for you more than I had thought!)

Hisoka: (I don’t really like you that much.)

(another thing i wanna point out: as shizu is getting taken away (at the second level of the stage), kusanagisis appears at the back of the stage, and he tries to approach her, but is led offstage by keiji. meanwhile shiki is staring up at him in pain. i die.)

then it just goes into es no yuuutsu here. i’m gonna put it anyway so u can read along and still suffer. eng tl from here ofc

Sagishima The worn out, sad love that

Shiki Aah, brought us two conspirators together

Sagishima, Shiki Has now become, the gentlest of dreams

Sagishima The exposed and scattered truth

Shiki All that remains are the footprints left behind

Sagishima Quietly

Shiki Telling the tale

Sagishima, Shiki With words of melancholy

Sagishima As if scorning everything

Shiki The eerily shining

Sagishima, Shiki Heat haze glimmers At least I will end it all for you By my very own hand Farewell, aah, sweet cruelty.

#mankai stage #winter 2020 #winter troupe #arisugawa homare #mikage hisoka #yukishiro azuma #tsukioka tsumugi #takato tasuku #tanaka ryousei #ueda keisuke #ueda kandai #aramaki yoshihiko #kitazono ryo #november translations #a3

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keeroo92 · 4 years ago

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Be My Nightmare Chapter 17

Coming Home

~~~~Previous Chapter~~~~

Word count - 3,124

Warnings for surgical procedure, somewhat graphic. Blood and gore, minor.

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~~~~Nico~~~~

Nico took a deep breath and stepped forward, ducking under the yellow tape criss-crossing over the open doors of the subway. The acrid stench of death hung in the air, mixing with the signature piss and sweat of the underground. Not a pretty smell.

But the view horrified her, too. Cracked glass and smeared blood, a few bullet casings and two blue-clad bodies lying on the floor like dolls discarded by a child with a new toy. Her comrades deserved so much better.

Her heart clenched as she saw their frozen faces. It was Franklin and Taylor; she’d chatted with them by the water cooler the other day. Taylor told her that stupid joke about the zero and the eight, and Franklin… he was only just learning the ropes. His whole life ahead of him.

It made her want to scream.

She wasn’t unfamiliar with the unfairness of life. It twisted her up and spat her out more than once over the years. She’d fought tooth and claw to get where she was, struggle didn’t surprise her anymore. Misfortune had a cruel tendency to affect kind folks more than those who deserved it, but she always hoped to change that, even just a little. To leave the world better than when she entered it was all she wanted from life, despite how difficult the battle was. She could deal with the bad shit.

Still sucked to see the bad shit, though.

We gotta catch this fucker.

Balled fists held tight at her sides, she forced her eyes away from the corpses of her brothers in arms to scan the scene for any evidence that might lead to tracking down the psychopath who ended their lives. Anything would do, any thread she could tug to unravel the mystery and get to slap cuffs on the bastard. She’d never wanted to catch a criminal so badly, so deeply it kept her awake at night.

I’ll do whatever it takes. You’re going down, V.

The background check hadn’t given them much - he’d come from a middle class family, nothing remarkable about his childhood other than his fascination with art. By all accounts, while his young friends were off causing mischief, he’d be found visiting a museum or practicing his brushwork.

That is, until the shooting.

Regardless of his crimes, her heart went out to the poor bastard. Surviving a mass shooting by the sacrifice of a friend was enough to traumatize anyone. It was a damned shame (and an embarrassment to the healthcare system) that he didn’t get the help he needed afterward.

Still didn’t excuse killing folks, though.

At least they had one lead to follow - the doctor. After the dark-haired lunatic fled her apartment, it didn’t take long to get a search warrant. Techs were combing through the place, but they already had enough to put her away for at least a decade. Lobotomizing her own father, un-friggin-believable.

Tony was in shock, caught completely off guard by the doctor’s actions. His own hand-picked medical consultant, in league with the killer they hunted. A twist for the history books, he’d said. She’d never seen him so dumbfounded.

Despite being proven right about her suspicions, it turned Nico’s stomach to see the emptiness in Waras’s father’s eyes, the lack of humanity left behind. He was lucky to be alive, supposedly, but Nico had her doubts. Maybe death was a kinder fate than what the poor man endured.

He’ll never be the same. None of us will.

“I got a blood trail!”

Nico’s lips curved into a predatory smile. Franklin must’ve wounded the fucker, his last act one that could lead to the arrest of his killer. Cold comfort to his loved ones, but still. It was something.

~~~~Kotomi~~~~

The familiar click of her heels on cement vanished amidst the cries of the crowd. Enraged faces lined the entrance to Mundus Psychiatric Hospital, signs and shouts overwhelmingly oppressive. At least they weren't throwing fruit today. She’d count her blessings.

The protests first started a few days after the local news announced that V was the lead suspect in the recent killings, and that he’d escaped the historically secure facility. Citizens fearing for their safety flocked to the streets, calling for the hospital to close and the patients to go elsewhere, though nobody seemed to know where. As long as it wasn’t here.

Nobody cares about an actual solution, just that the problem gets dumped on someone else’s lap.

Then one of the orderlies told the tale of the fire, heightening the rage and terror. Malphas still hadn’t figured out who talked, but when he did, heads were going to roll. The director’s professional reputation was irrevocably tainted, along with the entire staff (though his was the only name being slandered in the streets).

It shocked her to see normal people so furious. People who barely registered the hospital’s existence before, now vilifying it at every opportunity. It didn’t matter that the place housed mostly harmless individuals, or that the staff genuinely tried to help them heal. All the goodwill vanished in the wake of V’s rampage.

“Bitch! Don’t you care that folks are dying?!”

Kotomi flinched as a protester caught her gaze and stepped forward from the picket line, foam-flecked lips spewing vitriol. She moved faster; maybe she could get inside before it got any worse.

“How many innocent people have to get slaughtered before you fuckers close this shithole?! Give ’em all the chair, I say!”

She crossed her arms and curled her shoulders inward, her heart hammering as she tried to pass the man by. She only wanted to go to work. Why couldn’t they just leave her alone? She hadn’t done any harm.

That’s not quite true…

In a way, it was all her fault. If she hadn’t frozen up during the fire, maybe things would have turned out differently. Why did she always freeze when it mattered most?

Her thoughts stopped as the man grabbed her shoulder, his grip tight enough to bruise. His rancid breath fanned over her face as he shouted at her, the words lost in the wake of her terror. Quaking legs barely kept her upright as her body flooded with adrenaline, her pupils dilating and sweat blooming on her palms and forehead. Maybe if she stayed quiet, he’d let her go? Could she just wait it out?

What choice did she have?

And then a familiar voice called her name, a pair of worried brown eyes replacing those of the protester as Rob led her inside. Someone else coming to her rescue yet again, because she lacked the strength to save herself.

“Are you alright, Dr. Ishida?” he asked.

She forced her fingers to relax their iron grip on her purse strap. “I- I think so.”

Rob sighed and glanced back at the crowd, their shouting audible through the glass door. “They’re getting bolder. I’ll talk to Aaron again, there’s got to be something we can do.”

But they both knew there was little point. Until V was caught, nothing would quench the fury of the citizens or lessen their drive to close the facility. Maybe her mother was right, she should’ve gone into a different field. It might be time to walk away.

~~~~V~~~~

The artist grimaced as he limped along, his palm pressed against his thigh to staunch the bleeding and ease the pain. Each step he took brought another pang of agony, and he couldn’t find an exit wound- the bullet remained. He’d have to get it out and treat the wound. First, however, he needed to find a safe place to recuperate.

He leaned against a shipping container, cautiously lifting his palm to check the blood flow. It was slowing, at least. Progress. His belt proved an effective tourniquet.

A gust of icy wind reminded him of his precarious position. The warehouse district wasn’t prone to pedestrians, which meant fewer eyes to spot him, but it also meant he stood out like a sore thumb to anyone who wandered by. He couldn’t afford to stay here long.

Keep moving. Can’t stop now.

He hobbled on, gritting his teeth against the pain. Sweat beaded on his forehead, itchy as it dripped through his hair. Aches ricocheted through his body, his muscles tired and close to quitting on him. He needed rest, a reprieve and a chance to plot his next move. Where could he go?

His friends stayed oddly silent. Did they abandon him? Unlikely, but he couldn’t discount the possibility. Either way, he had only himself to rely on.

Relying on others teaches one not to stand on their own. This is better.

Before long, his mind wandered to the worst three minutes of his life. It was inevitable after the reminders at the subway, the familiar crack of thunder as guns fired. How much pain had Nero endured that day? They said he’d been hit six times.

“Six… Six twelve Oak street…” he muttered. His vision swam and the artist faltered, shaking his head at his own foolishness.

He couldn’t believe he’d forgotten. Today was the day; he’d been looking forward to it. He’d had his doubts at first, but with each session Nero’s skill improved. The edges of his latest tattoos featured crisp definition, the whorls perfectly curved to follow the natural shape of his biceps.

The artist didn't notice the flush in his face and the dazed film in his eyes as he turned and set off in a new direction, his steps unsteady but determined. A slight smile graced his lips. What design would Nero add to the canvas of his flesh this time?

~~~~Reader~~~~

You sprinted to your ancient car, barely noticing the absence of the undercover cop car as you forced the engine to roar to life. No doubt they’d seen V leave and given chase, which meant you didn’t have the choice of going back to your apartment. The police would search it from top to bottom.

They’re going to find the sketches…

It seemed so long ago that the artist first grasped that tiny nub of charcoal in your office, portraying your face in shades of grey. The roller coaster hadn’t stopped since that day, and it showed no signs of slowing.

But fuck it. No sense dwelling on what could’ve been, the life you could’ve had if you hadn’t requested his case. What was done was done. Time to get on with it.

You flicked on the radio as you pulled onto the main road. An aggressive guitar solo blared out and you winced as you turned the volume down, switching the channel a beat later. Social media probably had better info than the radio, but reading and driving didn’t mix.

“-unarmed but extremely dangerous. Police are advising locals to leave the area immediately. Last sighted exiting the subway station on 119th street, but current whereabouts unknown-”

The subway. Smart.

As if you’d expect anything less.

Within ten minutes, you reached 119th. Flashing lights and sirens greeted you, blue-clad officers milling around as one of them plastered crime scene tape over the railing. Mid-morning sunlight streamed down like a sick spotlight.

If V was here, he was beyond your reach.

Shit.

You turned at the next cross street. The police undoubtedly had your license plate by now, you’d need to do something about that. No sense lingering in a place chock full of them. But where to go? Where would V go?

A soft ding stole your attention; a new message. You crossed your fingers as you pulled over to check your phone.

It wasn’t far, maybe a five-minute drive. Thank the heavens, at least now you knew he hadn’t gotten arrested. Yet.

Still… the message had you worried. It lacked his usual eloquence and wit, and didn’t say whether he was physically okay. Shots fired, the TV said. You pursed your lips and pulled back into traffic, mind whirling with uncountable ways V might be injured. By the time you parked a block away from the quaint, two-story house, you could barely breathe through the anxiety.

Grabbing your backpack, you didn’t even bother locking the car as you speed walked to the yellow front door. What would you find within? If they hurt the artist, would you be able to help? What if only his corpse awaited you?

You swallowed thickly and tried the doorknob. Unlocked; you took a deep breath and entered. Nothing immediately jumped out at you. Photos of a white-haired teenager lined a nearby wall, a hall table holding mail and a dish to leave one’s keys in beneath them. No blood stained the walls, no sounds of pain echoed from another room. It was quiet.

“V? Are you here?”

No answer. Not good. You set aside your backpack and tried again, making your way through the home. Each second he didn't respond only heightened your fear, stinging your tongue with metal. He had to be seriously hurt or incapacitated somehow, and neither option helped the situation.

“V? Come on, where are you?” Your voice shuddered.

“...curse my stars…”

You spun and raced toward the voice, tearing open a door you’d missed before to find the artist, curled up on a massive bed. Blood stained the sheets, concentrated near his thigh. Sweat coated his brow and his eyes stared at nothing, unseeing in the grip of his pain and madness.

“...love so high…”

“Don’t worry, V. I’ve got you,” you murmured as you cupped his clammy cheek. Dilated eyes, sweat and warm to the touch. Most likely an infection. You shoved aside your feelings; time to get to work. Right now, he needed your medical care more than anything else you offered.

Fabric rustled as you took a seat beside him and searched for the source of the blood. Through the fabric of his jeans it was impossible to tell, so you quickly tugged them off, taking care to reapply his improvised tourniquet once the cloth was out of the way. Heart pounding, you finally found a darker spot in the tensor fasciae, close to his hip. There was no exit wound.

Oh, V… you walked here with a bullet in your leg?

At least it wasn’t too deep. Odd, but you’d take what you could get. A thin trickle of crimson oozed from the wound, but he wasn’t in danger of bleeding out yet. Assuming he hadn’t bled too much during his escape…

“I need to find supplies to treat you. I’ll be right back,” you said, stroking damp hair from his brow. His skin was on fire. He didn’t respond.

You pursed your lips and left him, searching the bathrooms and kitchen until you had what you needed. A moment more spent thoroughly washing your hands, and you returned. The artist hadn’t moved an inch.

Is he having an episode, too? Maybe that’s for the best, it’s possible he won’t notice when I take out the bullet.

The best you had was a longer than average pair of metal tweezers. If they didn’t do the job, you’d have to widen the wound. Thankfully it wasn’t close to any major arteries, so you were confident you had the skills to remove it safely. A few inches to the left, and he would’ve already been dead for an hour.

“Okay, this might hurt,” you told him, pausing for a moment before dousing his thigh with a mixture of bottled water and table salt. After a moment you turned him so the excess fluid spilled out, leaving the wound clean and ready. You gave him one last look as your fingers wrapped around your tool. The head lamp you found in the kitchen flared to life with a touch and you straddled his injured leg, keeping it as still as possible.

“Now for the really fun part…”

The artist twitched feebly as you probed the hole. For once it seemed his episodes were a blessing; if he were even remotely coherent, he surely would have screamed.

Centimeter by centimeter, you searched for the signature resistance of metal surrounded by human tissue. More blood leaked from the wound, drenching your hands and slowing your progress. Muttered verses occasionally interrupted the squelch of your work, but you paid his words no mind. A distraction surgeon never helped.

At last you found it, an unrelenting hardness amongst the fibrous muscle. You tapped around the bullet, getting a feel for its dimensions before making your move. The tweezers barely opened wide enough to take hold, but they did the job and you felt the bullet disturb the surrounding tissue as you slowly drew it out with a satisfying plop.

You sighed and set aside your prize. Another round of improvised saline later, you carefully sutured the wound closed and bandaged the area. The artist still made no indication of awareness, just lying there as you put him back together.

The moment you set down the roll of bandages, you started trembling. V’s blood covered your hands, the sour stench of sweat and chemicals hanging in the air. As pointless as it was, you couldn’t help but wonder why life had to be this difficult. The last twenty-four hours alone had your nerves begging for a break. What a sick world, where you had to remove a bullet from the man you lo-

Holy shit.

Air slipped from your gaping mouth as you fell back against the wall. A manic chuckle followed, then another. Was this what love was like? You’d never come close to it before, to this burning like fire in your soul. The thought of losing V mere hours ago had you in tears, falling apart like an infant without its mother for the first time. When you were with him, despite his murderous and unpredictable nature, you felt safe.

And the things you’d done for him - withholding medical information, lying to your boss and risking your medical license, everything you’d spent years working towards; not to mention what you did to your father.

He’d forced you to face yourself, someone you didn’t even know anymore. Changed your understanding of the world and of art, torn asunder your preconceptions and lit the way to new views. The eloquence of his speech, the grace in his movement, the curve of that smirk and the way his presence changed the atmosphere of any room…

I don’t know if this is love, but I don’t have another word that fits. Not even close.

It was twisted; it was soaked in blood and violence, but you felt more authentic than you ever had. You smiled. Decades ago, you accepted that you might not be capable of love.

How wonderful to be wrong.

~~~~Next Chapter~~~~

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theoneaboutsinnersandsaints · 4 years ago

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All Debts Cancelled

Let me be straightforward – this is literally a journal about God and how He canceled all my debts.

I still owe money to the bank, for sure. I am still broke but recovering with God’s grace. However, over time, the more I reflect on my dire financial situation, the more I realize that it is the perfect analogy for my spiritual condition: moral bankruptcy. And that is the debt I was referring to that God canceled and is ultimately the overarching theme of this and the rest of my journal entries.

You might be asking, “Are you delusional? What makes you think you are so special that God would cancel your debts?” Well, truth is, I am a nobody. I am a worthless, shameless sinner. And that is precisely what makes this story mind-boggling. But at the end of it all, does it matter who I am? Well, maybe, if only to provide context. However, let me be clear that this story is not about me but about the God of the Bible who graciously, lovingly, and mercifully paid all my debts in full. The hero in this saga, therefore, is not me but the One who was nailed to the cross on my behalf, whose resurrection gives me the hope of eternal life, and whose blood washed away my sins.

Sin. Now that is something easily identifiable when scrutinizing others but hard to own up to when looking inwards. If, in the past, someone had asked me if I were a sinner, I would have been offended. My first thought would have been, “Who do you think you are asking me that offensive question you immoral, arrogant, egotistical scum?” I would have been both evasive and defensive at the same time (a winning combo for sure) and I would center my argument around the fact that I am no Hitler and therefore, righteous to some degree. That’s it. Argument won.

Or was it?

Did I honestly believe that God would surely avert His eyes from all the lies, curses, anger, slander, and blasphemies that have since come out of my mouth within my lifetime just because I pale in comparison to Hitler? Would the Creator, the Most High God, who is perfect, just, and holy turn a blind eye to all of my shamefully immoral acts just because someone else is more wicked than I? If it were that simple, then that would be the end of it. To gain God’s approval or evade his wrath at the very least, I can choose to either commit less sin than my neighbor or cause them to sin more than me. And if this were true, then it follows we can be thankful for the worst offenders like Hitler for keeping our rankings at bay, right? Wrong. Very wrong. Not to mention disturbing.

Are you starting to see how flawed this logic is?

Let me illustrate further by using the bank analogy I mentioned earlier. If there were five of us who took out a loan from the bank in varying amounts between Php5,000 to Php1,000,000, bound by the same contractual terms and conditions, and all of us, by some misfortune, failed to pay on time, would the bank sort the balances from lowest to highest and then spare the lowest balance from the late penalty fees? Of course not. Everyone will be penalized according to the terms and conditions regardless.

Such is the case with sin. And unfortunately for mankind, the penalty of sin is death. (Rom 6:23) So, it is settled then—all I must do is avoid sin to avoid death. Sounds easy enough.

Obviously, you recognize the sarcasm in the previous statement as well as the gargantuan stumbling block leading to eternal life. It is written after all that, “All have sinned and fall short of the glory of God.” (Rom 3:23)

From where I stand, it seems there is no way out. If all men sin and the penalty of sin is death, therefore all men will die. Logic 101. You have your premises leading you to your conclusion—a grim one at that. But wait, everyone dies anyway so, what difference does it make? Even if I managed to commit zero sin, I will still die, wont I? What then is the use of repenting and changing the error of my ways if I will inevitably end up in a coffin? It seems there is no use trying. Let me just wallow in my wickedness and hope to have the best depraved life ever on Earth because the one after this, without a doubt, would be agonizingly worse.

Is that it, then? Do we stop here and give up?

Pause. Breathe. Read on because there is hope.

Let me switch gears for a moment and use a courtroom analogy to better demonstrate the hope I mentioned. Let’s say Tom accidentally backed his car into his neighbor’s fence and, thinking there were no witnesses, decided to keep quiet about it hoping his neighbor wouldn’t notice. But, as misfortune would have it, the neighbor has CCTV evidence showing it was Tom who trashed his fence. So, he drags Tom to court so he can be served his punishment according to the law. Tom was found guilty and was charged Php500,000 in property damages payable within 24 hours otherwise he will be locked behind bars. But Tom has no capacity to pay such huge fees. Luckily, Tom’s father was in the courtroom. He takes out his wallet, writes a check, and gives it to Tom’s neighbor. The father tells his son to consider the money as a gift and therefore does not need to be repaid. The judge then, seeing that the all the legal requirements have been satisfied, lets Tom go. Case closed.

In this story, Tom represents me, and the father represents the Savior.

Let me take this further by using a literal example. Barabbas. Do you remember him? He was the notorious criminal who was supposed to be crucified but was released after the crowd chose him over Jesus. “Then he released for them Barabbas, and having scourged Jesus, delivered him to be crucified.” - (Mat 27:26) Like a lamb led to the slaughter, Jesus Christ—innocent, blameless, sinless, perfect—submitted himself to the fate that was supposed to be Barabbas’ which meant that while Barabbas was indeed tried and convicted for his crimes, nobody can stop him from walking free because he was lawfully released as someone else took on his penalties.

I am Barabbas. I am guilty of all the sins I have committed but have been forgiven. My penalties have been paid in full and I am therefore a rightful recipient of the promise of an eternal life and so is every single Christian who submitted themselves to Christ and called upon him to take on their penalties because it is too much to bear for any simple human being.

The gift of salvation is both simple and complex. It is just and righteous on one hand and yet seems so unbelievably unfair on the other. Unfair because you would initially think there is no way God would forgive just like that without any sort of punishment or compensation. Surely, I must work my way into heaven. I need to deserve it, earn it, and show some effort to be on the receiving end of it; otherwise, every other low-life murderer and rapist will enter the gates to heaven as easily as Mother Teresa.

But you see, that is precisely what makes it just and righteous. Everyone sins. Everyone is depraved. Yes, even Mother Teresa. And because man, whom God loves so much, (John 3:16) will never be able to save themselves, He provisioned this gift of salvation free for all—for all who humbly admit that 1) they have sinned; 2) that they are answerable for having committed all those sins against God; 3) that they have no capacity in any way shape or form to deliver themselves from the penalties of their sins and therefore 4) need someone to redeem them, save them, wash them, heal them, atone for them, die for them, and give them eternal life.

God is both the judge and the redeemer.

If a man stands before God and arrogantly proclaims that he will bear the penalties coming his way, well, that is precisely what he will get because he has the freewill to do so. But, if he chooses to go to God, plead guilty to his crimes, turn away from his sinful habits, and ask for forgiveness and redemption, God the Father will send him to His Son, Jesus Christ to be redeemed, to be washed with His own blood that He shed on the cross. He then sends him the Spirit of God, who will dwell in him and make him a new person like he was born again. “He saved us, not because of works done by us in righteousness, but according to his own mercy, by the washing of regeneration and renewal of the Holy Spirit, whom he poured out on us richly through Jesus Christ our Savior, so that being justified by his grace we might become heirs according to the hope of eternal life.” – (Titus 3:5-7) It is therefore “by grace you have been saved through faith. And this is not your own doing; it is the gift of God.” – (Ephesians 2:8)

Faith and not works. Works then becomes the fruit. It is after-the-fact. Not a requirement of salvation but a result of salvation.

This sounds too good to be true, doesn’t it? Like a get-rich-quick scheme bound to have something in the fine print requiring an impossible condition you can never hope to fulfill thus nullifying everything. Either that or it could be the greatest, most elaborate love story ever be written. A love story about the Most High God who “so loved the world, that he gave his only Son, that whoever believes in him should not perish but have eternal life.” – (John 3:16)

God is love after all. He wants you in his turf. He wants you to belong to him again. So, you ask, why can’t he just give it to all of us then? Why do we have to repent, confess, etc.? Can’t he just grant this sweeping forgiveness and just let us all into heaven if He is all about love anyway? Can’t he just tolerate our sins and let us all be if He is after all the very embodiment of love?

Good question.

Yes, God is love. But we tend to ignore that He is also holy, just, and righteous. How would you feel if a judge sets a criminal free who robbed your house, killed your dog, and set your house on fire, just because he loves all men and therefore will set them all free? This kind of love will deem the judicial system corrupt and useless. It is unfair. It is dysfunctional. It is morally wrong. Do you want an unfair and corrupt God who will go about things in whatever way suits him at any given point in time? Or would you rather a fair, consistent, and trustworthy God who would exact the correct penalties as written in His law?

Therefore, the answer to your question is this: God, being righteous and just, put in place a set of laws of morality in order to draw the line between what is acceptable to Him and what is not. Without such standards, how can any human being expect to know whether they have done wrong or not? And if there are no laws, by what standards then will we be judged against? He is a righteous and just God. He put together those standards and made it known to everyone to make a clear distinction exactly when we are doing right and when we are doing the complete opposite. But while you mull over God’s justice and holiness, pay equal attention to this attribute as well: God is a loving and merciful God. While He knows that man, being the depraved creature that he is, is wallowing in sin and can never hope to meet the standards He set, He has in His heart mercy and the desire to put us all right with Him again and dwell with Him again like Adam and Eve before they sinned in the Garden of Eden. So, what does a just yet loving God do? He provides the perfect atonement that we can only dream of providing for ourselves. He sends His only Son to be at the receiving end of His penalty and wrath once and for all. He sends His Only Son who is blameless and pure, to take on our punishment so that through Him, we can be forgiven, we can be made righteous, and so that like Him, we can therefore be resurrected and given glorified bodies the way Jesus Christ himself was resurrected on the third day. And Jesus Christ, His Son, who loves His Father and loves us, willingly humbled himself to become like us, live as humans do, and willingly offer His life as the ultimate and perfect atonement for all our sins. He could have said no, but he didn’t. He didn’t have to lay down His life, but because of His great love for us and knowing we have no other way out of our own depravity, He offered His own life in exchange for ours.

If this is not the greatest love story of all time, then I do not know what is.

Can you imagine sending your own son or daughter to prison to spare one of your employees who embezzled money from you from being sent to prison himself? Are you willing to sacrifice the life of your child and have him bear the life sentence that should be served by the soulless man who shot a bullet through your spouse’s chest as he took her money? This kind of love is unheard of. This kind of love is beyond this world. This kind of love can only be coming from the Most High God in heaven who is pure love.

This thought never ceases to amaze me.

And this is precisely why I am starting this journal. I feel the need to record my own epiphanies since late 2018 when He found me and shepherded me back with the rest of His sheep. I hope that by sharing my own thoughts and realization, I will be able to reach kindred spirits as well as touch the lost ones who are trying to navigate their way around this crazy world that only seems to get worse by the minute.

This is not about a magical answer to all your pains and problems as if you were getting three wishes from a genie. No. This is about knowing and acknowledging where you come from, who created you, whom you should be loyal to, which kingdom you belong to, and who the God is that you serve. This is about the true gospel of God that is all about forgiveness, redemption, and freedom. This is about realizing that we are the long-lost prodigal son who finally came home into the open arms of his loving father, having been welcomed with gladness despite having done his father wrong. This is about experiencing joy amid an otherwise chaotic, upside-down world knowing that you don’t belong here but in God’s home. “But our citizenship is in heaven, and from it we await a Savior, the Lord Jesus Christ, who will transform our lowly body to be like his glorious body, by the power that enables him even to subject all things to himself.” -(Philippians 3:20-21)

If you are still reading up to this point and are one of those who feel this God-shaped void in their hearts, then God must be talking to You. He is pointing you to Him for He is the only One who can fill that void and make you whole. Start your journey. Pick up your Bible and start reading the four gospels a couple of chapters at a time: Matthew, Mark, Luke, and John. Pray before you read and ask for faith.

“Come to me, all who labor and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you, and learn from me, for I am gentle and lowly in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. For my yoke is easy, and my burden is light.” – (Matthew 11:28-30)

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theladybugpriestess · 5 years ago

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🔮How To Use Playing Cards For Divination🔮 Part 2/2

♣️Cartomancy♣️

This is the continuation of my last post about using cards to predict. I’ll go over a lot of the stuff in the other post just in case you might not of seen the other or don’t want to read another super long post “I don’t blame ya” but I’ll still link it here for you. Go get your favorite tea and lets get into it!

Making Your Cards A Magical Deck~

⭐️ in this post in focusing on the Wheel of Fortune Deck, the Unity Deck is in part 1 ⭐️

This ones the simplest of the two, much less tricky. This is using Robert A. Ferguson’s method from his Universal Mind book. It’s a bit dated so I’ll try and modernize it here and there for your reading Convenience.

•Start by getting your deck, if you’d like to make the unity deck too pick up two! Or find some old ones you’ve got laying around.

• remove the two jokers from your deck, if you have another deck go ahead and add them to it for your Unity deck. Leave all the other cards be.

• at the bottom of each of your card draw something so you can mark it as the bottom (sigils are a fun idea)

Tip~ when turning the cards always turn from the bottom corner and flip! Pretty much turning them opposite of how they were placed originally

Good job baby doll! With that done you’ve succeeded in making your deck!

Wheel of Fortune~

The wheel of fortune deck is basically the regular Cartomancy deck but with a fancy name and and few extras. You don’t have to use it in a certain way but this is just an idea for you to try out. It can tell you anything if you listen.

How to use it-

• start by removing the face card that represents the person asking the question or you yourselves card.

Jacks represent unmarried persons of any sex.

Jack of diamonds. -Light Hair, Blue Eyes

Jack of clubs. -Dark Hair, Blue Eyes

Jack Of Hearts. -Light Hair, Dark Eyes

Jack Of Spades. -Dark Hair, Dark Eyes

Queens represent married women and widows.

Queen Of Diamonds. -Light Hair, Blue Eyes

Queen Of Clubs. -Dark Hair, Blue Eyes

Queen Of Hearts. -Light Hair, Blue Eyes

Queen of Spades. -Dark Hair, Dark Eyes

Kings represent married men or widowers

King of Diamonds. -Light Hair, Blue Eyes

King Of Clubs. -Dark Hair, Blue Eyes

King Of Hearts. -Light Hair, Dark Eyes

King Of Spades. -Dark Hair, Dark Eyes

Persons with eyes that are Brown, hazel or Green are considered dark eyes... I don’t really understand why either.

✨For my transgender or non-binary babes just choose the one you feel represents the true you best✨

• once the representative card has been placed face up on the table, have the person receiving the reading now ask the question

• shuffle them suckers up until they’re all mixed, while you mix think on the question like your telling the cards.

• if you are reading the cards for another have that person cut the deck

• deal a row of three card from right to left (this is the past)

• now a row of five cards from right to left (this is the present)

• finally a row of 7 cards from right to left (this is the future)

• now just read your cards as the interpretation says and enjoy!

The Past-

The only importance of the past is it’s relationship to the present. It tells you why you are now asking the question.

The middle card or the Key Card is always the most important, in the past it reveals what occurred in the past to bring about the situation or question.

The card to the right reveals what influences created this past experience.

The card to the left show how you reacted to this past event.

The Present-

These cards show you your relationship to the question or situation at this moment. They’re all pretty self explanatory.

The key card tells you where your question stands at this moment.

The right cards show what has happened in the near past in regards to your question.

The left cards show what you can expect to happen in the near future.

The Future-

These cards will answer your questions, it can also show you how you can change your future if you need to.

The key card is your answer to the fullest.

The cards to the right will tell you why your answer is the answer it is and what caused it.

The cards to the left will show you will help you change your answer if you don’t like it. It will show the future if nothing is changed.

Reading your cards~

Ace of ♣️

Up-The beginning of something new. An invention, family our journey

Down-canceling a new enterprise. Journey deferred, false starts

Two of ♣️

Up-courage is embarking on a new venture. Scientific methods prove best. Influence over another. A proud but unforgiving nature

Down-A good beginning faces failure. Physical suffering. Restlessness and fear

Three of ♣️

Up-realization of hope, wealth, or power. Caution against pride, arrogance and partnership. Help from another

Down-beware of help offered. Wealth may disappear. Treachery and disappointment

Four of ♣️

Up-rest after labor. Peace, prosperity, and harmony. A romance, marriage

Down- meaning the same

Five of ♣️

Up-violent strife, rashness, competition. A lawsuit. Boldness changes things for the better

Down-generosity. New business opportunities

Six of ♣️

Up-success through industry. Advancement and arts and science. Friends are helpful

Down-rewards after a delay. Watch for successful enemy.

Seven of ♣️

Up-you are in the position of advantage. Competition, but certain success

Down-ignorance, pretense. Caution, you are threatened

Eight of ♣️

Up-too rapid advancement. Hasty communications. Letters of love. Approach to a goal. Journey by air

Down-Delay. Arrows of jealousy. Stagnation in business our love

Nine of ♣️

Up-pause in a struggle. Good health, strength, and power

Down-weakness, ill health. Obstacles to be overcome

Ten of ♣️

Up-Power unwisely used. A test of the heart. A problem soon to be solved

Down-intrigue and separation. If a lawsuit is pending there is loss

Jack of ♣️

Up-A generous friend or lover will be cruel and brutal. A change of residence, quick departure

Down-discord and frustrations. Lack of energy. Work interfered with

Queen of ♣️

Up-practical with money and sound in business judgment. Success in love and home

Down-domineering, obstinate and revengeful. If married, could become unfaithful

King of ♣️

Up-agile mind and body. Honesty, friendliness, passion. This card may mean an unexpected inheritance. A good marriage

Down-intolerance, prejudice. Severe and ruthless

Ace of ♥️

Up-The beginning of great love. Beauty and pleasure

Down-faults love. Clouded joy, instability

Two of ♥️

Up- The beginning of a deep friendship or love affair. A balance between good and evil

Down-False love. Folly, violent passion. Misunderstandings

Three of ♥️

Up-success and abundance. Good luck

Down- sexual addiction. Overindulgence in food or drink

Four of ♥️

Up-dissatisfaction with material success. Kindness from others.

Down-New relationships now possible. Set new goals

Five of ♥️

Up-disappointment. Sorry. Loss of friendship, marriage, or partnership

Down-return of past alliances, love or friendship

Six of ♥️

Up-happiness coming from the past. A gift from an admirer

Down-living too much in the past. Possibility of inheritance

Seven of ♥️

Up-castles in the air. Imagination has been working overtime. Deception

Down-slight success must be followed up. Intelligent selection

Eight of ♥️

Up-May desire to leave material success for something higher. Disappointment in love

Down-interest in success. The spiritual is abandoned for the material

Nine of ♥️

Up-material success. Wishes granted. Good health

Down-misplaced reliance. Possible illness

Ten of ♥️

Up-lasting success. The perfecting of human love

Down-loss of friendship. Betrayal. Criminal intents

Jack of ♥️

Up-A young man who is lazy. Can bring a proposition or an invitation

Down-sensual, idle, trickery, falsehood

Queen of ♥️

Up-A woman who is a good wife and mother. Honest and loyal

Down-A perverse, immoral character

King of ♥️

Up-A man skilled in law and trade. He is kind and considerate

Down-A powerful man, but crafty and violent. Beware of being robbed of money or virtues. Obstacles. Great loss. Infertility.

Ace of ♠️

Up-The power of love or hate strongly. Possible birth of a child

Down-obstacles. Great loss. Infertility

Two of ♠️

Up-tension in relationships. I stalemate. Military friendships

Down-avoid imposters. Be generous with sympathy

Three of ♠️

Up-tears, separation, quarreling, political

Down-confusion, loss, sorrow

Four of ♠️

Up-rest after war. Relaxation of anxiety.

Down-renewed activity. Qualified success

Five of ♠️

Up-failure, defeat, slander, unfairness, cruelty.

Down-empty victory. Attendance at a funeral

Six of ♠️

Up-The future will be better. Journey by water. A journey in consciousness

Down-stay where you are. Unfavorable issue of a lawsuit or other legal matter

Seven of ♠️

Up-A plan may fail. In unwell attempt to take what is not yours

Down-possibility of unexpected good. Sound advice

Eight of ♠️

Up-betrayal. Fear to move from a situation. Temporary illness

Down-New beginnings now possible. An impulsive generous nature. Relaxation from fear

Nine of ♠️

Up-suffering, loss, misery. Illness. May mean the death of a loved one

Down-patience, unselfishness. Time brings healing

Ten of ♠️

Up-ruin of plans and projects. Defeat in war. Shuffle will come in spite of riches

Down-overthrow of evil forces. Sun success and profit

Jack of ♠️

Up-A brave young man. Domineering, but clean of heart

Down-extravagance . Bragging. Tyranny over the helpless

Queen of ♠️

Up-May represent a widow or one who can’t bear children. Morning for those who are far away

Down-gossip. Deceit. A narrow minded woman

King of ♠️

Up-this is a man who may be a lawyer, judge, officer, or politician. A lawsuit is about to begin

Down-distrustful, suspicion. Plotting. Has the power to disrupt.

Ace of ♦️

Up-The beginning of new wealth and material gain

Down-miserliness, Greed. A false start

Two of ♦️

Up-The ability to juggle two situations at once. Re-create. New projects may prove difficult.

Down-Forced gaiety. Inability to handle several situations at the same time

Three of ♦️

Up-material success. The master craftsmen, the skilled artist. This card rules groups and societys

Down-lack of skill. Ignorance. Preoccupation with Gain

Four of ♦️

Up-gifts, legacy, inheritance. An ungenerous character

Down-prejudice and suspicion. The Spendthrift. Chance of material loss

Five of ♦️

Up-unemployment, loss of home. Loneliness. Dark nightsfor the soul

Down-money regained after severe toil. Charity. New employment

Six of ♦️

Up-alms dispensed with justice. You will receive what you deserve

Down-jealousy. Bad debts. Gifts given as a bribe

Seven of ♦️

Up-unprofitable speculation. Anxiety about a loan

Down-inpatient. Little gain after much work

Eight of ♦️

Up-Learning a trade or a profession. A commission. Skills in material affairs

Down-false vanity. Intrigue. Skill turned to cunning

Nine of ♦️

Up-wisdom where one’s interest lie. Inheritance. A green thumb. Interest in homes and gardens

Down-days you’re from thieves. Cancel projects

Ten of ♦️

Up-richest. Interest in one’s family tree. A problem connecting a will or pension. May acquire a house or business property

Down-Family misfortune. Old people may become a burden. New projects are a poor risk

Jack of ♦️

Up-A man of upright nature who excepts responsibility. Trustworthiness

Down-A static nature that is dull, timid, idle, and careless

Queen of ♦️

Up-A woman who is generous with her material gifts. Trust of those around.

Down-mistrust, suspicion. Duties are neglected

King of ♦️

Up-success in Money matters. A man who is a banker or owner of large properties. A mathematician

Down-stupidity. Easy to bribe. If crossed, this man can become a danger

♠️♥️♣️♥️🖤

I hope this post was helpful! Thanks for reading this long post. I wish you all the post my dears

⭐️Here is part one to this post⭐️

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petersmparker · 5 years ago

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Clutch pt 7 (Peter Parker x Reader)

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Summary: This is the first time Peter has spoken to you since he’d kissed you in the alley, and he can’t help but be surprised.

Word Count: 1868

A/N: woo! long time coming, huh? thanks to everyone following this series for their patience! we’re one week into the semester and college is already beating me into submission. did someone say “five classes that assign almost 50 pages of reading due for every class”?? Love you all for sticking w me!!! I’ll promise the next one will be out faster- it’s already written for editing!! ps, tumblr literally won’t allow a cut, so I’m sorry to anyone who has to scroll past this

INTRO PART 1 PART 2 PART 3 PART 4 PART 5 PART 6 PART 7 PART 8

It's nearly a week until Peter sees you again due to careful avoidance in the halls and an unfortunate streak of petty crime a distance from your usual routes. Even despite the heated kiss that had been exchanged and his decision to share with you the name behind Spider-Man, he worries that it would be unwise to approach you outside of the suit, and the sight of you in school makes his heart do flips that leave him flustered and distracted for an admittedly embarrassing amount of time.

Because of this, the week passes with some anxiety and nerves. Peter isn't exactly sure how to make odds or ends of what had occurred between you. The kiss had been wonderful- something he had dreamed of without the nerve to actually hope for it. Moreover, it was his first. He wondered if it was yours too, or if you minded that it was him.

Well. Not him, he supposed. Spider-Man. He knew that you felt nothing for him personally, but rather his superhero alter ego. You knew very little about him, after all, besides his name. There wasn’t much he’s been able to share. But if you did, Peter wondered, would you see something in him worth caring about?

Five days in, as Peter goes through the motions of dinner, he fights the urge to admit to May what had occurred. To just talk about it, maybe get some advice. The thoughts rattle in his brain nonstop, keeping him in a near-constant state of “What now?”. But he meets her eye over her container of takeout as she digs a piece of broccoli out from under her rice, and can’t seem to do it. Not yet. Not until things are clearer.

As he climbs into bed, he once again replays the kiss in his mind for the millionth time, hoping to hell that his fixation isn’t breeding false hope.

The next day, Peter decides to swing through the street where his fight had occurred to survey the damage repair. It was something he, unfortunately, was becoming accustomed to doing after putting himself on the radar of higher level criminals the year before. The guilt always struck him when he viewed a shattered glass storefront or a torn apart corner of a building. No matter how hard he tried, sometimes the damage control got away from him.

Seeing the closed-up mini mart is just like every other time, and it feels terrible.

Despite that, the guilty thoughts circling Peter's brain come to a dead stop the moment he lays eyes on you again. Overcoming them was nervousness. Embarrassment, even, as he recalled just how much you'd been at the center of his mind for the past week.

You’re walking along the far side of the street, gazing up at what is left of the shop. The busted-out window is covered in several layers of plastic, wood planks, and cardboard. While the police tape is long gone, the word CLOSED is clearly displayed on the front door- as if the mess of a window isn’t enough of a clue.

As Peter watches, you move on toward a telephone pole to read a sheet of paper that had been stapled to it. After a few moments, you tear it off and stride, agitatedly, in the direction of an alley that he knows all too well. For a brief second Peter wants to assume that you’ll just walk past it. Surely you aren't going to return to The Place It Happened and cause the impending conversation to be even more awkward than it was already going to be.

You turned into the alley, and with a sigh, Peter jumps from the roof he had been perched upon to meet you there. He touches down next to you, startling you only slightly when he attempts to casually say hello and reach for the flyer in your hand.

"Jesus," you gasp, yanking the paper away from him in your exasperated surprise, "Part of me had a feeling you'd show up, but I still wasn't prepared. Maybe you need a bell around your neck."

Peter accepts the now-offered flyer and tries not to shiver when you gently brush a finger against his throat for emphasis. "Ah, well," he starts, somewhat awkwardly, "That might ruin the element of surprise a bit, you know? The bad guys would hear me. Mr. Stark might have to fire me. And in this economy?"

"Spider-Man gets paid?" You ask, bewildered.

"God, no," he says quickly, "This suit is payment enough. And he gave me all this nice stuff I couldn't afford, I- I'd never ask for more."

With a gentle laugh, you place a hand on his arm. "You're a good guy. Really. It makes the shit this reporter is spreading all the more ridiculous," you say with finality, gesturing toward the flyer he still hadn't read.

Pictured was Spider-Man in the midst of his criminal sendoff. Shards of glass are flying across the whole photograph, and the look on the man’s face is one of complete terror. The caption reads, SPIDERMAN: HERO? OR PUBLIC MENACE?

"Oh," Peter says, dejectedly, "I can't really argue that, can I?"

In a quick movement, you rip the flyer out of his hands, crumple it, and toss it toward the open lid of the nearest dumpster.

"Spider-Man," you say firmly, commanding him to hear you, to listen, and Peter’s surprised by the seriousness of your tone.

Your voice lowers in volume when you say, "Peter," and take his hands in your own, and he nearly melts.

"Everything you do is for the good of others. You've saved people's lives before. Put your own in danger to do it. That flyer is slander. Nothing more. No one in their right mind will believe this, and you, you damn intelligent boy, you should know better than to buy into it, either."

"The damage-" Peter starts, before you raise a hand over the mouth area of his mask.

"Nothing was destroyed, Peter. The infrastructure is sound. It was a single window. It can be replaced. Lives can't be replaced,” you assert, squeezing your eyes shut tight when you continue to say, “With the way I was reacting, I- I probably would have been shot. You stopped that from happening.”

"But. . ." he starts, muffled against your hand, before he realizes that he doesn’t know what to say.

Your other hand comes up so that you can gently hold the sides of his face. The touch sends shivers up Peter’s spine. He’s sure you can feel it when it shakes him, and he’d be embarrassed if he weren’t so entranced by your eyes now that they’ve reopened. You stare into the eyes of his mask, almost as if you can actually see his face.

Your voice fills with what Peter thinks is gratitude when you say, "I would be dead if it weren't for you."

A tension-filled moment passes in which he reels, mind flitting to a hundred different places, before it lands on a terrible thought.

"Is that why you were willing to kiss me?" Peter asks, tentatively.

Surprised, your hands fall away for a brief second, before coming back, holding him tighter than before. "No," you say, definitively, "I would have kissed back no matter what you had done. I'm glad you gave me the opportunity."

With your words, the anxiety slips away from Peter all at once. The fear of rejection is sapped out of him, the concern that he had overstepped his boundaries, the sinking feeling he got every time he thought about how he left afterward. He is left with a balloon in his chest inflating too quickly. It fills with happiness, relief, and affection. It takes his breath away.

In his joy, Peter forgets who he is. Not unlike the first time, he surges forward, arms wrapping around your lower back to pull you forward. He leans in to kiss you, and realizes once he meets your mouth with his own that he's Spider-Man. Not Peter. The mask is still on. His embarrassment is horrific, and had you not burst into delighted laughter Peter may have left the country then and there.

"That- that was so dumb," he says, awkwardly, reaching up to hide his face as if the mask didn't always hide his blush, "I'm sorry. That was- oh man."

You pull him down to plant a kiss on his cheek, paying no mind to the mask that has thwarted his attempt at affection. "This is why," you explain, stopping to press a second quick kiss to the mouth of his mask, "You ask if I kissed back because you saved me? I kissed back because in the little time I've known you, you've been funny. And you've been kind, and brave. What more could I have done, besides feel something for you?"

Peter calms slowly, the heat of embarrassment being replaced by a different kind of warmth. A lovely, comfortable one. The urge to tell you who he really is- more than just his name- bowls him over like a tidal wave, potential ramifications be damned. He opens his mouth to do so when a voice at the entrance of the alley says, "Hey, it's Spider-Man!"

Peter turns to see someone who appears to have stumbled upon the alley at the worst possible time. While you hadn't heard them speak, his hearing is far better. You don’t turn until after he’s faced the unwelcome arrival.

Luckily, thinks Peter as he attempts to emote as much disdain as possible without moving, it's just you. Ned waves at the scene you’ve made in the alleyway, unaware of the context of your meeting or the true presence of you in his life.

"Hello there," he adds, when neither of you respond. His tone implies that he's picked up on something, but Peter isn't sure what that is.

"Uh, hello," Peter answers, unsure of what to say.

Ned looks between the two of you slowly. "Is... everything okay?" He asks, seemingly unaware of how odd it is for a civilian to ask if Spider-Man is alright, whether or not he secretly knows him personally.

His eyes flick downward to your hands, still cupping Peter’s jaw.

"Yes!" Peter exclaims, backing away from you, "Everything is fine! In fact, I should probably be going, now that everything is fine."

"Oh?" His best friend questions in response.

"Absolutely," you say slowly, picking up on Peter’s tone.

Ned nods, but his expression clearly states that he is both skeptical and confused. In a moment of eye contact, Peter realizes that you know there's something going on, too. Maybe even that the person who has stumbled upon you and him knows something. The prospect of it is vaguely terrifying. He can feel you continue to stare at him long after he’s turned back to Ned, searching for the words to say, and is sure that you’re searching his body language and the squint of his eyepieces for answers. His posture falls from rigid to defeated.

Peter turns to look back at you, reaching toward you to grab your hand. He stops halfway, thinking better of the action before he’s spoken to Ned. You almost reach out to meet it, but you stop too, centimeters away.

"I have to go," he says, voice laced with apologies and explanations he can’t fully give to you right now, "I'll... I'll see you. I'm sorry."

You smile reassuringly. "See you, Spider-Man."

After a long moment, he turns away. After nodding toward Ned, still watching from the end of the alleyway, he takes a huge leap into the air and swings away. Maybe he’s mistaken, but he’s sure that he can hear Ned offer a quick, I guess I’ll see you later? to you before he runs off.

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dfroza · 3 years ago

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Today’s reading from the ancient book of Proverbs and book of Psalms

for September 16 of 2021 with Proverbs 16 and Psalm 16, accompanied by Psalm 89 for the 89th day of Astronomical Summer and Psalm 109 for day 259 of the year (now with the consummate book of 150 Psalms in its 2nd revolution this year)

[Proverbs 16]

[Wisdom Exalts God]

Go ahead and make all the plans you want,

but it’s the Lord who will ultimately direct your steps.

We are all in love with our own opinions,

convinced they’re correct.

But the Lord is in the midst of us,

testing and probing our every motive.

Before you do anything,

put your trust totally in God and not in yourself.

Then every plan you make will succeed.

The Lord works everything together to accomplish his purpose.

Even the wicked are included in his plans—

he sets them aside for the day of disaster.

Yahweh detests all the proud of heart,

for pride attracts his punishment—

and you can count on that!

You can avoid evil through surrendered worship

and the fear of God,

for the power of his faithful love

removes sin’s guilt and grip over you.

When the Lord is pleased with the decisions you’ve made,

he activates grace to turn enemies into friends.

It is better to have little with a heart that loves justice

than to be rich and not have God on your side.

Within your heart you can make plans for your future,

but the Lord chooses the steps you take to get there.

[Living like a King]

A king speaks the revelation of truth,

so he must be extraordinarily careful in the decrees that he makes.

The Lord expects you to be fair in every business deal,

for he is the one who sets the standards for righteousness.

Kings and leaders despise wrongdoing,

for the true authority to rule and reign

is built on a foundation of righteousness.

Kings and leaders love to hear godly counsel,

and they love those who tell them the truth.

The anger of a king releases the messenger of death,

but a wise person will know how to pacify his wrath.

Life-giving light streams from the presence of a king,

and his favor is showered upon those who please him.

Everyone wants gold, but wisdom’s worth is far greater.

Silver is sought after,

but a heart of understanding yields a greater return.

Repenting from evil places you on the highway of holiness.

Protect purity and you protect your life.

Your boast becomes a prophecy of a future failure.

The higher you lift yourself up in pride,

the harder you’ll fall in disgrace.

It’s better to be meek and lowly and live among the poor

than to live high and mighty among the rich and famous.

One skilled in business discovers prosperity,

but the one who trusts in God is blessed beyond belief!

[Walking with Wisdom]

The one with a wise heart is called “discerning,”

and speaking sweetly to others

makes your teaching even more convincing.

Wisdom is a deep well of understanding

opened up within you as a fountain of life for others,

but it’s senseless to try to instruct a fool.

Winsome words pour from a heart of wisdom,

adding value to all you teach.

Nothing is more appealing

than speaking beautiful, life-giving words.

For they release sweetness to our souls

and inner healing to our spirits.

Before every person there is a path

that seems like the right one to take,

but it leads straight to hell!

Life motivation comes from the deep longings of the heart,

and the passion to see them fulfilled urges you onward.

A wicked scoundrel wants to dig up dirt on others,

only to spread slander and shred their reputation.

A twisted person spreads rumors;

a whispering gossip ruins good friendships.

A vicious criminal can be persuasive,

enticing others to join him as partners in crime,

but he leads them all down a despicable path.

It’s easy to tell when a wicked man

is hatching some crooked scheme—

it’s written all over his face.

His looks betray him as he gives birth to his sin.

Old age with wisdom will crown you with dignity and honor,

for it takes a lifetime of righteousness to acquire it.

Do you want to be a mighty warrior?

It’s better to be known as one who is patient and slow to anger.

Do you want to conquer a city?

Rule over your temper before you attempt to rule a city.

We may toss the coin and roll the dice,

but God’s will is greater than luck.

The Book of Proverbs, Chapter 16 (The Passion Translation)

[Psalm 16]

The Golden Secret

A precious song, engraved in gold, by David

A prayer of David.

Protect me, God, for the only safety I know is found in the moments I seek You.

I told You, Eternal One, “You are my Lord,

for the only good I know in this world is found in You alone.”

The beauty of faith-filled people encompasses me.

They are true, and my heart is thrilled beyond measure.

All the while the despair of many,

who abandoned Your goodness for the empty promises of false gods, increases day by day.

I refuse to pour out blood offerings,

to utter their names from my lips.

You, Eternal One, are my sustenance and my life-giving cup.

In that cup, You hold my future and my eternal riches.

My home is surrounded in beauty;

You have gifted me with abundance and a rich legacy.

I will bless the Eternal, whose wise teaching orchestrates my days

and centers my mind at night.

He is ever present with me;

at all times He goes before me.

I will not live in fear or abandon my calling

because He stands at my right hand.

This is a good life—my heart is glad, my soul is full of joy,

and my body is at rest.

Who could want for more?

You will not abandon me to experience death and the grave

or leave me to rot alone.

Instead, You direct me on the path that leads to a beautiful life.

As I walk with You, the pleasures are never-ending,

and I know true joy and contentment.

The Book of Psalms, Poem 16 (The Voice)

[Psalm 89]

Will You Reject Us Forever?

Poems by Ethan the Ezrahite for instruction

[First Poem – God’s Promises to David]

This forever-song I sing of the gentle love of God!

Young and old alike will hear about

your faithful, steadfast love—never failing!

Here’s my chorus: “Your mercy grows through the ages.

Your faithfulness is firm, rising up to the skies.”

I heard the Lord say, “My covenant has been made,

and I’m committed forever to my chosen one, David.

I have made my oath that there will be sons of David forever,

sons that are kings through every generation.”

Pause in his presence

Can you hear it? Heaven is filled with your praises, O Lord!

All the holy ones are praising you for your miracles.

The sons of God are all praising you for your mighty wonders.

We could search the skies forever and never find one like you.

All the mighty angels could not be compared to you.

You are a God who is greatly to be feared

as you preside over the council of holy ones.

You are surrounded by trembling ones

who are overwhelmed with fear and dread,

stunned as they stand in awe of you!

So awesome are you, O Yahweh, Lord God of Angel Armies!

Where could we find anyone as glorious as you?

Your faithfulness shines all around you!

You rule over oceans and the swelling seas.

When their stormy waves rise, you speak, and they lie still.

You crushed the strongholds of Egypt,

and all your enemies were scattered

at the mighty display of your glory-power.

All the heavens and everything on earth belong to you,

for you are the Creator of all that is seen and unseen.

The four corners of the earth were put in place by you.

You made the majestic mountains

that are still shouting their praises to your name.

Breathtaking and awesome is your power!

Astounding and unbelievable

is your might and strength when it goes on display!

Your glorious throne rests on a foundation

of righteousness and just verdicts.

Grace and truth are the attendants who go before you.

O Lord, how blessed are the people

who know the triumphant shout,

for they walk in the radiance of your presence.

We can do nothing but leap for joy all day long,

for we know who you are and what you do,

and you’ve exalted us on high.

The glory of your splendor is our strength,

and your marvelous favor makes us even stronger,

lifting us even higher!

You are our King, the holiest one of all;

your wraparound presence is our protection.

[Second Poem – God Keeps His Promises]

You spoke to your prophets in visions, saying,

“I have found a mighty hero for my people.

I have chosen David as my loving servant and exalted him.

I have anointed him as king with the oil of my holiness.

I will be strength to him, and I will give him

my grace to sustain him no matter what comes.

None of his enemies will get the best of him,

nor will the wicked one overpower him.

For I will crush his every adversary

and do away with all who hate him.

Because I love him and treasure him,

my faithfulness will always protect him.

I will place my great favor upon him,

and I will cause his power and fame to increase.

I will set his hand over the sea

and his right hand over the rivers.

And he will come before me, saying,

‘You truly are my Father, my only God, and my strong deliverer!’

I am setting him apart, favoring him as my firstborn son.

I will make him the most high king in all the earth!

I will love him forever and always show him kindness.

My covenant with him will never be broken.

For I have decreed that he will always have an heir—

a dynasty that will release the days of heaven on earth.

But if his children turn from me and forsake my words,

refusing to walk in my truth, renouncing and violating my laws,

then I will surely punish them for their sins

with my stern discipline until they regret it.

But I will never, no never, lift my faithful love from off their lives.

My kindness will prevail and I will never disown them.

How could I revoke my covenant of love that I promised David?

For I have given him my word, my holy, irrevocable word.

How could I lie to my loving servant David?

Sons of David will continue to reign on his throne,

and their kingdom will endure as long as the sun is in the sky.

This covenant will be an unbreakable promise that

I have established for all time.”

Pause in his presence

[Third Poem – Why Has Our King Been Defeated?]

Why have you rejected me, the one you anointed?

Why would you cast me away?

Why would you lose your temper with me?

You have torn up the contract you made with me, your servant.

You have stripped away my crown and thrown it to the ground.

You have torn down all my walls of defense

and have made my every hiding place into ruins.

All the passersby attack and rob me while my neighbors mock!

Instead of fighting for me, you take the side of my enemies,

even giving them strength to subdue me,

and then watched them celebrate their victory!

You are no longer helping me in battle.

You’ve forsaken me to the swords of those

who would strike me down.

You’ve made my regal splendor to decrease

and allowed my rule to be overthrown.

Because of you, I’ve become old before my time,

and I’m publicly disgraced!

Pause in his presence

[Fourth Poem – Save Us, God]

How long will you hide your love from me?

Have you left me for good?

How long will your anger continue to burn against me?

Remember, Lord, I am nothing but dust,

here today and so soon blown away.

Is this all you’ve created us for? For nothing but this?

Which one of us will live forever?

We are all mortal, terminal, for we will all one day die.

Which one of us would ever escape our appointment with death

and dodge our own funeral?

Pause in his presence

So God, where is all this love and kindness you promised us?

What happened to your covenant with David?

Have you forgotten how your own servants are being slandered?

Lord God, it seems like I’m carrying in my heart

all the pain and abuse of many people.

They have relentlessly insulted and persecuted us,

your anointed ones.

Nevertheless, blessed be our God forever and ever.

Amen! Faithful is our King!

The Book of Psalms, Poem 89 (The Passion Translation)

[Psalm 109]

For the worship leader. A song of David.

O True God of my every praise, do not keep silent!

My enemies have opened their wicked, deceit-filled mouths and blown their foul breath on me.

They have slandered me with their twisted tongues

And unleashed loathsome words that swirl around me.

Though I have done nothing, they attack me.

Though I offer them love and keep them in my prayers, they accuse me;

Though I treat them well, they answer me with evil;

though I give them love, they reply with a gesture of hatred.

Here’s what they say: Find some evil scoundrel to go after him.

Let’s get some accuser to level charges against him.

At his trial, let’s make sure he is found guilty

so that even his prayers become evidence that convicts him.

Let his days be few, his life cut short;

let another take over his position.

Lay waste to his family—

let his children become orphans and his wife a widow.

Let his children wander the streets—his legacy, homeless beggars

scavenging for food,

[driven out of] the rubble and slums where they live.

Let the bankers take what is his;

strangers help themselves to what little is left of all he’s earned.

Let there be no one around to offer him compassion,

nor anyone to give his fatherless children warmth or kindness.

Let his family line come to an end—

no future generations to carry on his name!

Let the sins of his fathers be remembered before the Eternal,

and the sins of his mother never be erased.

Let their offenses always be before the Eternal

so that the memory of this family is long forgotten by all the people of the earth,

Because it never occurred to him to show compassion;

instead, he oppressed the poor, afflicted,

and brokenhearted and sent them to their death.

He loved to invoke a curse—so let his curses come back to him.

He preferred not to speak a blessing—so let all blessings be far from him.

He wrapped himself with cursing, draped around him like a cape;

may it flood his body like water

and seep into his bones like oil.

Let those curses wrap around him like a cloak on a cold night,

like a belt tightly knotted around him every day.

Let the Eternal so reward my accusers,

all those who speak and plot evil against me.

But You, my Master, the Eternal,

treat me with kindness for the sake of Your name, the good of Your reputation;

because Your unfailing love is so good, O deliver me!

You see, I am poor and needy,

and my heart is broken inside me.

My life is fading away like a shadow that vanishes in the evening;

I am like a locust easily brushed off the shoulder.

I can barely stand; my knees are weak from not eating;

I am haggard and drawn, just skin and bones.

I have become a person of contempt to my accusers;

whenever they see me, they taunt me, shaking their heads in disapproval.

Help me, Eternal One my God; come to my rescue!

Save me through Your unfailing love.

Let everyone know that You are the source of my salvation

that You, Eternal One, have done this mighty work.

Let them utter a curse, if they will, but You will speak a blessing;

[when they come to attack,] let them know utter shame.

Then Your servant will celebrate and praise You!

Let my enemies be clothed with disgrace and humiliation;

let them be dressed in a robe of their own shame.

I will continually give thanks to the Eternal

with the praises of my mouth;

I will praise Him in the company of many.

For He always stands in support of the afflicted and needy

to rescue their souls from those who judge and condemn them.

The Book of Psalms, Poem 109 (The Voice)

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narcissismechoapologetics · 4 years ago

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My late brother’s 40th birthday was this time of year fourteen years ago. He died three years prior to his 40th birthday, allegedly dragged 85 feet down I-35. He was allegedly attempting to cross the interstate on foot (being chased by multiple perpetrators based on my understanding from loved one at that time), drugged undoubtedly, too, when he was allegedly struck by a full size white SUV, traveling southbound in the inside lane, that allegedly struck his in the back with their mirror, allegedly piercing his aorta, killing him instantly, thrusting him to the pavement in the outside lane, where at that very moment a second vehicle was passing the first, running over him, and dragging him 85 feet down the interstate. Some of the news report referenced him as “she” rather than “he,” based on his first legal name, Gail. The following year the freaks (and by “freaks” I do not mean the good kind, or innocent people who are just marching to the beat of a different drum) in Lenexa, Johnson County, Kansas referred to my late brother as “road runner.” Recall the commentary during the drugging and kidnapping on or about May 23, 2104, while holding up a long silver tow chain, “This is the way we usually do it,” received as both a murder confession and a death threat.

In 2016, I requested via U.S Mail and electronically, the unredacted police and coroner’s reports surrounding his death, but have yet to receive any cooperative, legitimate response from Kansas City Missouri Police Department. However, I have received quite a bit of harassment, some quite overt. The report provided were excessively redacted so as to render them useless. The location of impact and death was first stated to be barely inside KCMO jurisdiction from Claycomo, Missouri, at that mile marker, which I no longer know off the top of my head without looking. I wanted to say 10 for example, but was then changed to allegedly being two mile markers further into the KCMO jurisdiction, south on Interstate 35.

The body was taken to Independence, Missouri, and I have been unable to even get a response as to whether that is standard operating procedure, as opposed to Downtown KCMO. A look at the incident with a critical eye could cause it to appear they went around Downtown KCMO, who was initially given every benefit of the doubt. However, based on their behavior since that time, they are no longer given such benefit of the doubt. Recall that I grew up around cops, and have been with a cop or two as an adult, with no prior “attitude.” So, the current disposition has been vigorously earned by multiple jurisdictions in recent years.

This behavior has been articulated in recent years, including being mobbed and threatened on an old deserted country road, in the dark and the cold, by multiple uniformed officers, into an unneeded ambulance for high spectrum gaslighting, forced to St. Luke’s Northland, where medical attention was immediately refused, and a prior mobbing by four white male, (who were out of their jurisdiction, stalking me, I believe it was approximately 2 in the morning upon arrival at Perkin’s where police lied and threatened me with trespassing charges should I return, when the establishment had just invited me the evening prior to plan on every Monday night. When you are #fangrocked out of your home and life, due in the first place to their enduring incompetence and corruption, it is the police who attempt to make certain you also freeze to death, are “taken (the rest of the way) down,” involuntarily committed, become ill or terminally ill, etc., seriously. When you are stalked out of your home, be it from overt stalking campaigns, or the string of perpetrators who they then try to maneuver you into positions with them having power over you, you are then to exist nowhere quietly and gratefully, according to these lying freaks. The police have absolutely been much worse than just worthless in the situation, but appear to jump up there to “show off” should the freaks get stuck anywhere along the way with their schemes.

Police have not only consistently displayed blatant disregard for the live and health of innocent victims, but vigorously assisted the criminals), under 40 uniformed officers in Gladstone, MO Perkin’s, (Bo worked at the Smokehouse BBQ right next door, in (Gladstone), and lived with us in my townhouse in KCMO clear back in the 1980′s, and was getting lined out, when he went to the hospital due to touching shrimp allegedly. Perpetrators in Lenexa, Johnson County, Kansas and elsewhere this many years later, have referenced him as “shrimp.”) with directed conversation, “You f****d him,” (referencing an alleged drugging and raping video while breaking into our Overland Park, Johnson County, Kansas home in 2005, resulting in the freak finding a surrogate for a harvested embryo, drugging, and deceptive adoption, without knowledge, at Stinson, but appearing to be due to slander based on being drugged, when I have never even smoked pot in my entire life, a child I want returned with the rest of the children taken from our bodies by any means, meaning my child and I’s bodies. This maneuver does not in any way appear to be limited to myself, and my child) following by a loud, abusive, disparaging scene outside by three white uniformed Gladstone police officers, one female and two male, also forcing me to St. Luke’s Northland, where medical attention was immediately refused. On the second occasion, it was inquired as to whether they would treat my physical injuries rather than gaslighting me, to which the response was, “no.”

It certainly appears these police departments have perpetrated against me, at least in part, due to their past involvement in unethical or criminal knowledge and/or behavior, including but not limited to myself, my child (also in Gladstone shortly prior to leaving for Slidell in July 2006, with my then toddler grandson) and my late brother, as well as my grandchild, Mercedes potentially, passing from a “rare disease” at the tender age of 23. She was Bo’s firstborn, who lived in Sedalia all of her life, until marrying, moving to KCMO, I believe, then passing, Roberto and Alfi lived in Olathe, Johnson County, Kansas years ago, and Toni (DoES - Daughter of the Eastern Star, and Sunday school teacher at their local church, of course) lived with her first husband Chris Kowolski in Sedalia, where her current in-laws still live to the best of my knowledge, and also in Lenexa and Olathe, Bonner Springs, and worked in North Kansas City, MO, and others, such as numerous concerns about those on America Online in the Kansas City Over 40 Chatroom.

It appears Bo, who intended to become a (true Christian, not a pretender) pastor when he was young, was targeted from the age of 19 until his death at 39 years of age, resulting in no known charges against any aggressor, but at one point at least, was on Kansas City’s Most Wanted himself (based solely on my recollection, primarily due to assault charges, undoubtedly from being provoked, (for example, getting in a fight when with my date, Buzz and I, due to some guy grabbing my behind, while with my date and I, Rod, too, the establishment, The Ol’ Firehouse, apologizing for kicking the three of us out) as I myself in recent years, not being a violent person, and middle aged rather than an outraged teenager or young adult, an outraged middle aged, also injured women (Bo returned from Wichita, Kansas with two dislocated shoulders allegedly from falling between a dock while a volunteer fire fighter, I have serious spinal and other injuries, with commentary that “I heard you have a mean right hook.”) could easily have punched several aggressors in the mouth myself. What appears to have caused this targeting at the age of 19? Bo had the wisdom to see the truth, and the backbone to stand up for it, against an alcoholic pedophile and his enabler, or what may have been more accurately at the time coined his conspirator (and pedophilia, as well as other sexual perversion and violation, appears to be quite the theme in all of this).

Also note this discrediting, and even public disparaging, is something that has even entered my mind regarding prior Kansas City Metropolitan Bar Association President, Werkin’s situation, due to double binds, infuriating, outrageous criminal activity, etc). This appears consistent with knowledge both of Bo’s live, having lived with me six or seven times in our twenties, having gotten Bo out of jail repeatedly, most specifically in Sedalia, Pettis County, Missouri, as well as my own personal experience with law enforcement in recent years, having been a member of the local legal community for half of my life, a KU Law School graduate, mother, grandmother, and lifelong resident of the area.

There have been no known charges against any of aggressors either, but I was the one charged with trespassing, repeatedly jailed for brief periods of time, arrested, not arrested, but taken into custody, handcuffed, my things gone through, publicly disparaged repeatedly during their displays, harassed, threatened (KCMOPD did not want me to “fall and bust my head open,” and if I did not get in the unneeded ambulance, with two more white males, they would physically put me in it). Again, I am completely mentally healthy, even having been told by a licensed therapist, that I am one of the mentally healthiest people she knows, even. (Recall that 23 years ago in 1997, JDK was literally begging me to marry him, while simultaneously telling his psychologist neighbor he was helping some crazy woman, and that he stated he was going to “go talk to Manny (male from India, living in Olathe, Johnson County, Kansas, and business owner, employing teenagers, later including my child at Oak Park Mall, in Overland Park, Johnson County, Kansas, openly stating the business was started with money from our government upon moving to the US from India, Lirpaloof (April Fool backwards, he stated at an age approaching 40, was a 15 year old he was in love with) on America Online, Kansas City Over 40 Chatroom), whom he had no legitimate way of even knowing). Manny’s wife, Jay, was experienced as a nice, but exhausted and overworked lady from India, a registered nurse. Around 1999, Manny called me from Manny’s the restaurant in KCMO, stated he had drank too much and needed ride home. I left my child and I’s Lenexa, Johnson County, Kansas apartment at The Crossings, to pick him up, and told him I was going to let him out of the car if he did not stop trying to kiss me. He did, and I took him to his Olathe, Johnson County, Kansas home, he shared with his wife and child. Manny had parties at Manny’s, but only about three people ever showed up to the best of my knowledge, including the quite young at the time, Susan, “Honeyboner,“ on AOL, who has since been suffering from a rare disease, since her teenage years, I believe, now in approximately her late thirties, Sherry’s (some variation of “Trouble” was her screen name, also a registered nurse). Sherry dated Lewis, a self-proclaimed 32rd or 33rd degree Mason and Shriner, approximately 25 years ago, after the death of her husband. Their lives appear to have become a downward spiral over all of these years, as well, last known to be in the God awful City of Gladstone, Missouri, as I recall the house appearing to be such a good deal had a mold issue, as did the house Roberto and Alfi rented from Lewis in Claycomo, MO. Recall that black mold collects is the lungs, and stays there. Mold itself is a little echo, the hackers in 2016 kept changing to “mole” on my articulation. Similarly, years later in approximately 2006/7, Susie, who appeared to be a scapegoated childhood sexual abuse survivor, had to move out of a house full of mold not too far from The Kansas City Funeral Directors, there off of I-635, and I believe it was after that, ended up in a little place behind Overland Park Police Department. She has been signified by perps with her little sports car, the make and model escapes me at the moment, even though I recognize it when presented. Susie stated her abusive father is a Mason.

Then, of course, you have the asbestos situation, the FEMA asbestos trailers, including my children, which includes grandchildren having to move due to all of their belongings being covered in mold, the rental property in Mobile, AL in 2009, while beginning to volunteer at the Mobile Bar Association, regarding mold cases, while renting a room from a black lady in a house filled with black mold, 2009, I believe. The substance crammed down my throat on my own Overland Park, Johnson County, Kansas bed, during the 2005 workplace mobbing and multiple perpetrator stalking, while employed at Stinson, with a chest x-ray and medical commentary that my “esophagus” had been “moved over,” hence, they were trying to get it into my lungs, and it appears cause me to chock to death on my own bed, with small roughly squares of it left on my comforter, while passed out drugged, believed to be asbestos, as well as anally inserted during the drugging and kidnapping (not legally defined) on or about May 23, 2014, permanent damage to my colon and rectum resulting, among many other serious injuries. There was also the skull and bones warning sign across the street from Stinson’s Downtown KCMO offices in 2005, warning of asbestos, The Jones Store building had standing water allegedly, etc. The black dust in the ventilation at Westbrooke Glen, a Signature Community, based out of New York City, Art and Linda. Nancy’s Madison suffers from a rare disease, with Nancy stating her ex-husband is a Masonic lawyer. Perpetrators in many instances are murderers, and the police are HELPING them.

As we have repeatedly stated, it is our belief that there should not be found even one secret society or cult member on the police force, not anymore than there should be found a Klansman.

Trespassing Echo: Originated at Shawnee Community Center, by Sylvia, my late friend Evelyn’s daughter, who had an attitude with me from the moment I met her mother, who had given me her (Evelyn) personal cell phone number due to Sylvia lying about her not being there and not letting me talk to her. whom I was concerned about, and finally walked, due to loss of automobile during perpetrator crimes, from Mission to Shawnee, last seeing Evelyn with pink cheeks, looking dazed and confused, shortly prior to her death, with Sylvia stating she was in charge now, not to ever go around her again, and that if I return she will call the police and have me charged with trespassing, 2015. May Evelyn rest in peace. Her absence will undoubtedly be, and has been, severely missed, and her child is certainly no replacement, even with her white male sidekick.

This echo was received by Carew at The Maples in Mission, Johnson County,Kansas, threatening me with calling the police, and calling the police, because I was noticing the plunder truck being gone at all hours, among other things. Two uniformed Mission Police officers responded, one went in to talk to Carew, and the other, believed to be “Mr. Smiley,” took my DL out of my sight (it appears this is a slick little maneuver by some police, too, switching your identification out while requesting it in a series. Then you have the responsibility that also appears to be falling on the average innocent citizen of distinguishing whether the uniformed officer standing in front of you is an imperfect human being trying their best to do their job sincerely, a network, cult, secret society, bought, dishonest, etc., officer, or some psycho allowed to run around in police uniform impersonating an officer, or perhaps an officer in uniform outside their own jurisdiction, or allegedly threatened, even though I have yet to note any body language from a uniformed officer matching that claim, quite the contrary.

Note: One would hope the police signed up for their duty, the average innocent man, woman or child did not.), accused me of “stealing bicycles” (it was so annoying at the time. Does it look to you like I have a bicycle in my back pocket? I have not even owned a bicycle since my twenties. It was a metaphor later translated as preventing childhood sexual abuse, beginning from the fact that on my 9th birthday as a child, I got a lot of presents, including a bicycle (which perps used (bicycles,) to reference childhood sexual abuse, as well as my signification of “blueberry” for male childhood sexual abuse and “strawberry” for female, due to references in the Merriam, Johnson County, Kansas (a city historically known for having many pedophiles) QuikTrip (donuts advertisement, in the FT way (see historic Mission, Johnson County, Kansas McDonald’s commentary regarding pictures on the wall) echo to Dollar General, regarding strawberry), the year the childhood sexual abuse began, conveying a message perpetrators attempted to inflict, regarding self-worth, money, etc. There were not charges at this time, only harassment. Note the sexual predators mangle Scripture to claim, “they don’t judge one another.” Not judging criminal activity puts innocent lives at risk, and is yet another gross misapplication of doctrine, not unlike their using the law against the spirit of the law.

This echo was received by Carew (it was claimed it could have been his brother from Colorado, but Carew himself was snarling at me on the street outside The Maples, firing a ball into his ball glove, playing ball later with a Dollar General employee who had given me the additional 50 cents to purchase cigarettes, not seen since that period of time. Also recall that the large and tall black female in police uniform during the May 23, 2014 ordeal, was of the same build as a then Mission Dollar General employee, laughing the next time she rang up my order in the store, then leaving their employment apparently.) at Mission Hills Country Club, with the orchestrated confrontation, arrest at Stateline Road (Carew reference, the road he claimed in 2005 that he took to work every day), by Prairie Village Police Department, where Toni worked in 1997, followed by the overnight ordeal in the Johnson County, Kansas Jail, previously articulated, occurring May 4, 2016. Stopped by police more in the last five years that the rest of my life combined, “Tom” invariably comes over the police radio, and the police know damn good and well.

This echo bounced to Kansas City International Airport with Kansas City Missouri Police Department, Gladstone Police Department in the Perkin’s that had just invited me to plan on being there every Monday night, lying, and gaslighting.

The three, two being for one occurrence with the officer (one white female and one white male) just throwing the second one at me while in custody for the first one, charges from KCI Airport Police were dropped after about one year of returning to court, also resulting in brief jail time in KCMO, as previously articulated. The average citizen should be alarmed by the state of KCI Airport, including police, janitors, TSA, and employees, the perpetration and directed conversation, with the TSA agents appearing to be both perpetrating, as well as some of them appearing targeted. No Miranda was echoed to the really awful personnel at the Motel 6 in Lenexa (an area Lenexa police told me to stay away from (they do not like it when you are noticing their activities)), in the perpetrating manner of “punishing” victims for defending themselves, etc, first with an employee by that name who claimed some idiotic reason I could not rent a room, (which is in the manner of the FTs, meaning the names or name tags of perps).

This situation has been articulated online for years now, and all of the pages containing the articulation have been hijacked, “gone away” (Google), very much manipulated, but if one has been able to objectively follow the situation it should have been exceedingly clear several years ago now.

#gail #bo #thomas #schrader #obituary #remembrance #kc3lady #kcmo #fangrockers #kelly christensen

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knightofbalance-13 · 8 years ago

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HOLD IT!

https://sokumotanaka.tumblr.com/post/162989658394/friendly-reminder-that-selfish-asshole-jaune-arc

Halt!

I, Knight Of Balance, retired RWDE counter lawyer, have re-entered the fray!

Why?

because of the slander against the innocent Jaune Arc, my friend, @mageknight14, against Miles and Kerry!

case... RE-OPEN!

-Despite getting blackmailed into throwing sap at his friends (if he didn’t, he would be forced to give up his dream) by an asshole, still didn’t throw the sap at his friends and stood up to Cardin. A typical bully arc seen a billion times, speaking of blackmail jaune snuck into beacon which forging and sneaking into places your unqualified for is a crime; and we’re never given a reason. If blake a person who went from heist to literally beacon and several orphans can also get in then why didn’t he just join the academy? There’s virtually no point to him forging documents if blake can literally walk in.

HOLD IT!

First off: The bully arc comment has nothing to with the discussion at hand! this si just slander against Miles Luna And Kerry Shawcross!

Second: It is ever said that forging transcripts for Beacon is a crime! And even if it did, there is NOTHING that counters the argument about the blackmail.

Third: Blake was surprised by the fact that Ozpin knew she was in the White Fang despite the fact that her own FATHER was the former leader, meaning she deliberately hid that fact. Meaning she did in fact at least falsify her transcripts so this argument is invalid.

Didn’t put Pyrrha on a pedestal and treated her like a person and a friend instead of a celebrity. OBJECTION! I’d argue nobody but weiss did that and ene then it was only for her own selfish gain, every other character didn’t even seem to aknowledge her status nor did anyone at the tournament despite being from the four corners of remnant Not one pyrrha fan in the bunch? Suspicious don’t you think? Because they writing didn’t convey her status expect among five characters those being weiss, ozpin, qrow, ironwood and gynda. Nice try MK

HOLD IT!

Pyrrha herself outright admits in Volume 2 Episode 7, as seen here (https://youtu.be/0-f-mGvOba8?t=3m17s) that people in the PAST held her up on a pedestal and Jaune didn’t do it the instant he saw her, ergo he treaded her as a normal person out right. This also means that by meeting her through Jaune, a completely normal guy, they wouldn’t treat her that way!

But!

Soku has directly attacked Miles and Kerry twice now! This is proof that he doesn’t care about the facts and simply interrupting everything as a way to attack them , AKA confirmation bias. I submit two more pieces of evidence that support this (https://sokumotanaka.tumblr.com/post/162989670704/barbara-dunkelman-i-just-think-its-a-show-that / https://sokumotanaka.tumblr.com/post/162989666784/lindsay-jones-theres-a-lot-of-vibrancy-in-the ). And as we shall see that is the case as we continue!

-Offered Ruby a helping hand when they first met and became her first friend at Beacon. Yes after ruby offered him a helping hand; it’s common for most to extend their hands after they do the same to you; this is a good point. But nobody gets brownie points for doing something they’re suppose to do in a school where teamwork is a priority.

OBJECTION!

That is not the point of the post! The point of the post is to show Jaune arc is not an asshole, not that he should be rewarded for common things. The mere fact that Jaune acts like a decent human being is proof he is not an asshole!

This is yet again another case fo confirmation bias on Soku’s part!

-Saves said asshole from getting mauled by a Ursa. And said ursa targeted him as well, yes he may have helped but again doing the thing you’re suppose to do in said school doesn’t earn you brownie points, And in the end it was more of a thing about pride to him. Sad cause that could have been a great character moment.

OBJECTION!

That is a direct lie! As shown in Episode 14 (https://youtu.be/PS9huFMmSoc?t=1m34s) the Ursa outright avoid Jaune to go after Cardin: he was never in danger. And considering how hated Cardin is for his bullying and racism, the same cannot be said of everyone that they would save him. I would argue both Nora and Blake would leave him to fend it off then help him if he were to die. And again, this is not the point of the post, this is yet another example of Soku moving the goalposts to suit his own desires. And there is no indication that this was a pride thing: In fact, if Jaune were prideful, he’d leave cardin to the Ursa as revenge for ruining his pride.

As evidence by Soku’s last statement, this si yet another attack on the writers, showing more confirmation bias as he lies and willfully misinterupts the scene to suit his narrative.

-Realized how selfishly he was acting during Jaundice and owned up to it and apologized to Pyrrha. That’s actually a good point but need again I bring up you don’t get brownie points for doing something you’re suppose to. Like being a decent human isn’t something you should get pat on the back for you should have the common sense not to be an ass. You could learn from this MK

OBJECTION!

That is the point: jaune is not an asshole. He is a decent human being. What Soku is doing is trying to change the subject in order to achieve a victory!

But since he sees this fit, so shall I: Soku has displayed signs of Psychopathic behavior in calling everyone who disagrees with him a racist, a sexist and a homophobe eve if they are victims of these there things, spreads slander about a person, lies to suit his own needs and has even suicide baited before. If this is a case of morality, then I demand that Soku be judged on these accounts as well!

-Despite being jealous of Neptune, encourages him to be himself and to ask Weiss to dance. He lectures him for not asking weiss out, and this is after constantly creepying on her for several scenes even going as far to say he’d stop being weird if she opened the door and then said “I lied.” stalking and creeping is a real fucking issuse and using it as a point of humor is in bad taste. Sorry but jaune gets no sympathy from me.

OBJECTION!

From Soku’s pharsing, it would imply that Jaune did the same thing to Weiss but worse so this is manipulative wording. “Creeping” is not a word and Jaune is not shown to have obsessive behavior over Weiss aside from your average love struck teen, especially seeing as he would use possessive tones toward Weiss when the lecture he in facts gives Neptune is over using Weiss and not atking her feelings into account like any friend would. (https://youtu.be/0-f-mGvOba8?t=4m31s) Again, this is a lie.

To expand on the stalking subject as it will come up later, Stalking is defined and determined as such by legal dictionary: “Stalking is a distinctive form of criminal activity composed of a series of actions that taken individually might constitute legal behavior. For example, sending flowers, writing love notes, and waiting for someone outside her place of work are actions that, on their own, are not criminal. When these actions are coupled with an intent to instill fear or injury, however, they may constitute a pattern of behavior that is illegal.“ Since Jaune’s intent was not to instill fear or injury onto Weiss, he was not, in fact, stalking.

Also: Of Soku ahs no sympathy for Jaune. He has psychopathic tendencies: they have no sympathy for anyone aside from themselves.

-Wears a dress (keep in mind that he said he would do so if Pyrrha didn’t get a date to the dance as a JOKE) to cheer up Pyrrha and dances with her. There is no good or bad outcome to this.

OBJECTION!

The post is about Jaune not being an asshole and by going this far to keep a joking promise to Pyrrha to cheer her up shows that he is not an asshole. That is why this is relevant.

-When Pyrrha was feeling down about the Maiden affair, tries his best to understand what is going on and to be encouraging and comforting to her (granted, he didn’t know what was going on and Pyrrha accidentally slams him into a wall, but still). Need I say it again?

What he needs to do is show that jaune is in fact an asshole, which he has yet to do without lying and misinterepting facts.

-Despite Pyrrha slamming him into a wall, still shows up to her and Penny’s tournament round to support her. Well ren and nora ask him too it’s not a matter of akwardness it’s just being a leader; I mean wow jaune showed up what a good person to show up when all the other members of your team also show up?

That’s the point: Jaune is a decent person: that is what the post is arguing. it never said he was exceptional for doing this: just not bad.

After Pyrrha breaks down after accidentally killing Penny and as a result, doesn’t notice a Nevermore about to attack, rushes into the battlefield in order to get her out of the way, with no thought or worry for himself. Again everyone did this as well, doing your job and rescuing a teammate in danger is not something you should get patted on the back for, espeically when several people do the same thing.

Same point here, along with evidence showing he is, in fact, changing the topic at hand to suit his own needs.

-After Cinder’s speech and watching Pyrrha being incredibly torn up over her accidental murder of Penny, he and Ruby immediately assure her that it wasn’t her fault and that Cinder was to blame for this. A obvious thing to do, epsecially after ruby started doing it.

And the right thing to do as well, proving his point and therefore disproving yours.

-Realizing that he won’t be able to make it to Pyrrha in time, he immediately calls Ruby and Weiss to go to her and help. After ozpin tells him to call gynda and him and pyrrha stand there watching, doing nothing until he just disappears. Yes calling for help is great but disobeying a headmaster in disstress? A poor display of leadership, smarts to call both and potentially putting both ruby and weiss in danger? Good call indeed.

HOLD IT!

One: this is a case of morality, not jaune’s leadership skills.

Two: Jaune was obviously emotionally distressed when he called them (https://youtu.be/hq1lk-QWxNg?t=5m31s) thus is not in the right state of mind and thus showing bais against Mr. Arc.

Three: Jaune was never told that. Pyrrha was. (https://youtu.be/pT1XiUbJu_Y?t=15m33s) jaune ahd been knocked by Cnder several seconds before so he was still recovering and didn’t hear Ozpin Even so, Pyrrha never told him to get ahold of anyone. So this is yet another lie.

-Still keeps a recording of Pyrrha helping him train so all the work and effort she put into believing in him doesn’t go to waste. I mean that’s not an example of being nice as it is mourning and sadness.

OBJECTION!

An asshole would be glaring and cursing Pyrrha for leaving him: Since Jaune did not, he is not an asshole.

-Despite not liking Qrow, still helps Ruby carry him around when he was poisoned and brings him to safety out of the Nuckalevee’s way. After literally berating her uncle who showed up to save her after jaune didn’t even make an attempt; jaune literally dislike him because despite Qrow being kind of a dick he’s overall a better person and blames him for something he had no part in.

HOLD IT!

Qrow pressured Pyrrha into becoming a Maiden which is what Jaune called him out on. And the only things Jaune ahs been accused of is being misgyonistic, which Qrow himself fits by his standards when he talked a bar maid’s skirt. So they are equal at that point and with Qrow’s self admit dickishness, Qrow is lower than Jaue on the morality pole. Thus this statement is both a lie and invalid.

uplifting speech about how despite Ruby witnessing Pyrrha’s death along with losing Penny, Team RWBY, and to a certain extent, Yang, she keeps pressing forward, and that gave them the courage to keep pressing forward, while playing down his own loss. A scene where ruby should have expressed said feelings of pain and loss rather than have them talked to at her, he plays up his loss with the sad training, berating qrow for something ozpin did infront of ruby this is a man she loves and he shits on him for reasons and things he was just for the lack of a better term barely within earshot of.

Ruby did in fact express feelings of pain and loss was expressing self loathing, self doubt and self guilt but instead focused on the condition and safety of team JN_R, balming herself for their misfortunes which at that point jaune stops her, recalls everything she’s lost, shows her that she kept moving them forward and that she should put herself down. (https://youtu.be/QjBtT4uCWpI?t=9m13s) This is yet another direct lie.

Just like the accusation jaune berated Qrow in that segment which, as the links I shall provide here (https://youtu.be/QjBtT4uCWpI?t=3m57s / https://youtu.be/QjBtT4uCWpI?t=8m47s) show he did no such thing.

In the space of one argument, he has lied twice now just to make Mr. Arc look bad.

You see the reason people say jaune is a dick is because how he progresses through the story. He stalks and annoys weiss despite her wanting nothing to do with him. Ignores pyrrha when she introduces herself and once weiss is in his arms completely forgets the fact that pyyrha is in danger with a grimm chasing her and doesn’t even attempt to tell anyone.

Jaune was introduced flying into Ruby and jumped in to try and stop Weiss from falling on the hard ground. This all happened right AFTER Pyrrha and the deathstalker appear. (https://youtu.be/ctiDu69kIho?t=1m57s)

Despite earlier talking about wanting to be a hero and wanting to help people has several opportunities to do so and just watches this happen like the velet scene despite this contridicting his established characterization.

As did the entirety of RWBY and JNPR: However, unlike jaune who si weaker than cardin and due to his bullying is an apologist for him, they are all at least as strong as Cardin (especially Yang, Pyrrha and ironically Velvet herself.) Also, in schools, it is not the bully who gets punished in that situation, it is the one who retaliated and so Jaune would gotten his ass kicked and gotten in trouble.

Sleeps in class and doesn’t bother studying; Need I remind you this is a place people have to work their asses off to get in and he’s neglecting any form of bettering himself

OBJECTION!

Two episodes prior, Ruby herself is sleeping in class and I have yet to see you call her out as well. (https://youtu.be/-E6aeUjfBCM?t=3m5s) and so you only choose toc all out Jaune because he is Jaune. Also: this is not a moral thing so it is irrelevant.

Gets pissed off when a strong talented huntsman offers her help in training despite him literally needing it cause as ruby said “You’re a leader now jaune.” but acts like a spoiled brat and refuses help, studying etc to the point of actually bring his team down because of such. you know those group projects everyone hates where if one jerk doesn’t attempt anything you all fail cause it’s a group project? Jaune is being that guy.

May I ask if there is proof of such a group project is during Jaune’s time like that? because as of EPisode 14, Jaune no longer displays this tendency. (https://youtu.be/PS9huFMmSoc?t=4m36s) In fact, Jaune himself says exactly what you do and promises to never do this again, which he has not.

Literally continues stalking weiss and gets jealous/petty whe she likes someone else.

HOLD IT!

As I have proven before, jaune’s anger was not out fo pettiness towards Neptune but rather because he hurt Weiss for rejecting her for seeminly no reason.

Just as well, I have proven Jaune was not stalking Weiss as well due to a lakc of malicious intent.

And the statement is also a lie: Pyrrha never outright asked out Jaune, unlike Weiss. And this also implies it was okay for Neptune to do that but not Jaune.

Decides to completely derail a fight because he wants to yell ship names going as far as to snap at a person who literally reminds him of such.

Derailing a fight is not a moral issue and there are no rules against what jaune was doing, just weird. (https://youtu.be/RzEo0F8thL4?t=4m51s)

Pyrrha again is making advances on him during their alone time and jaune never breaks it off when it would be easier to say “I just don’t have these feelings for you.” than lead the poor girl on.

HOLD IT!

Jaune is obviously incapable of seeing that Pyrrha was interested in him going as far back as the dance arc (https://youtu.be/0-f-mGvOba8?t=4m) And thus making the assumption he’s stringing her along purposefully is not only false but is shifting the blame from Pyrrha who should have asked him out if she wa sthat serious!

In the middle of ruby saying it’s not your fault decides to cut her off so he can have a speech.

because he wants to make a point know: Yang, Blake, Pyrrha and Qrow have all done it.

Is told to watch amber if he wants to help pyrrha ignores the order after said headmaster trusted him to guard her and indirectly hands the maiden powers to cinder.

HOLD IT!

Jaune did in fact stand guard (https://youtu.be/pT1XiUbJu_Y?t=12m18s) only breaking when Pyrrha cried out, thus showing concern for his best friend. (https://youtu.be/pT1XiUbJu_Y?t=14m17s) By this logic, it’s Ozpin’s fault because his job was done, he was closer to Amber and he should have faster reflexes: If Ozpin can’t stop the arrow, neither Jaune or anyone short of an experienced Huntsman could.

When the headmaster tells him to call glynda him and pyrrha stare at the battle and don’t even bother reaching into their pockets.

Again, Pyrrha was told that, not jaune. the responsibility goes to him since he was recovering when he said that. Not jaune’s fault Pyrrha didn’t call.

Then jaune calls pyrrha and ruby two inexperienced hunters to help fight off a person with powerful maiden powers???

A Prodegy and her partner in a time he was not in the right state of mind.

Vol. 4 Starts off with him idiotically claiming one of his strategies as “hitting it harder.” while also running around with no weapons/defenses making him an actual detriment to the team, when he could sit back and still give orders or if he so smart set up traps or something.

1. The team said he should go with no weapons (https://youtu.be/IZKpkzPIRlw?t=9m52s) 2. Limited supplies and no experiences in traps and 3. He detailed his plan and reasoning. (https://youtu.be/IZKpkzPIRlw?t=11m39s)

Also, by this logic, Ruby is an asshole for making the Geist’s arm catch fire and make it more dangerous. So this shows more bias against Jaune.

Despite not knowing who pyrrha is has sent in enough box tops to get a hoodie which makes no sense.

Actually, eh recognized her FROM the box (https://youtu.be/H09KTtyElWQ?t=4m) Just not in person, which happens in real life as well.

Gripes at ruby for not knowing how long the trip would take despite their original plan being taking a airship and not again remembering she’s a child with a power to go fast.

1. The airship was in the first destroyed village (https://youtu.be/IZKpkzPIRlw?t=16m49s) and Ruby’s Semblance can only hold herself and takes Aura to use, thus leaving her vunerable to attack.

Instead of taking pyrrha’s armor to her family people who’d probably want it he melted it down (with no regard for ren/nora) into his own armor. Classy.

Pyrrha had to have armor at her house in Mistral as well as all her mementos from before Jaune.

Drops the map instead of…putting it away like a good strategist would do.

As does Ruby, who holds the same title, because of the shock of seeing the destroyed village. (https://youtu.be/rHjUHnG7WOQ?t=4m28s)

When ren talks about this city being apart of his past and how he lost his family jaune decides to say “it’s creepy let’s get out of here.”

Grimm are attracted to areas of great disasters, as shown in Volume 2 with Mountain Glem.

Despite coming to a town he’s never been to talks about how he hates/is tired of losing everything. Yet is content to sit there and watch ruby get shanked after saying that; jaune would not sit there (more on this in a bit.)

Tyrian single handedly destroyed Nora, Ren and Ruby, all three of whom are magnitudes stronger than him: he’ fight Tyrian, die, and have Ruby grieve even more while STILL getting caught by Tyrian. It would mean nothing and Jaune’s expression shows so.

After her uncle saves her life and risk his, the family she loves dearly berates him as I said because of a choice ozpin makes….after saving all their lives…berates him for a semblance that makes no sense (If miles says semblance takes aura then how could people have passive one’s without their aura depleting???)

That Qrow supported, pressured Pyrrha in and about a subject that is sensitive to him. Also, this shows bias against Miles as you complain about it now but not in the Ruby example.

Idiotically when ruby states “they’ll be okay.” decides to be pessimistic knowing it will attract grimm.

Ruby acts over naïve and lets her guard down not to mention the fact that you ignore this in the Tyrian example seeing as this would attract MORE Grimm to RNJR.

See the problem is how contidictory his character is, he wants to be a hero yet refuses to better himself even for his team and it’s not until so real coaxing does that set in cause he’d not be only telling himself down but his team.

Argument is about whether or not jaune is an asshole, not his overall character. Not only that, there is justification for hs actions when you aren’t directly lying about it. And that second line shows that he isn’t an asshole by your own words because an asshole would be self absorbed whereas Jaune is being selfless. Also there is no proof Jaune is not trying, a least, no less than Ruby who has the same motivation.

Despite being a “tactician” has only did three things. -yell pyrrha (and these people he never met suddenly do a team attack??) -Say we hit it harder.” Despite again nora about to do that and their being several ways to prove his smarts otherwise. -Telling the people who are already circling the creature to circle it.

1. They both look at the stinger and at each other, understanding each other. (https://youtu.be/ctiDu69kIho?t=8m52s)

2. Already disproved this

3. Only ren was, the others where not.

And when he wants to be a good person or wants to genuinly do something it’s shutdown by an action jaune would never do, you said so yourself he ran out to pyrrha and stated in vol. 4 he was tired of losing everything yet didn’t even attempt to help ruby which just isn’t jaune; he’d try something; anything.

Excpet Pyrrha did that exact same thing and died and grief, y your own admission, attracts Grimm so even if he could help her, he’d just be making her life worse by dying.

It blows when a character wants to be good but is constantly bogged down by by writing making his kind of an asshole, so yes he’s an asshole with a moodswing by my and many diagnostics.

All of which are based on lying, misinformation and misintereptation.

Because we pay attention to the events that happen; no one is making up him being an asshole espeically not such a large portion of people.

Actually yes, you are. Unlike me who ahs given links to support his debunking, you do not which shows you know you’re full of it and refuse to show proof because it would contradict you.

It’s not rational thinking, jaune is a contrasting character and people and like him but dislike where he’s going and his actions just like any other character; I hope you’ll put some thought into that.

Actually, everytime this comes up, it ahs been lies and misinformation just like here: if you are right, show your proof and don’t lie. I have conclusively proven that the hatred are Mr. Arc is founded only on bias, lies, misinformation and misinterptation . This post is proof.

You have shown to lie, show bias against jaune and the writers, misinform and misinetrupt at every twists and turn to the point that every compliant you have lobbied here has been debunked.

Until next time; Case closed!

Yes, it is. And you have been found guilty of misinformation, bias, misrepresentation, moving goalposts and lying. So I think you should take this into account: If you must lie to sell your narrative, you’re probably wrong.

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