#rationa

[imasexypotato]

*In the Stalag III*

Gale: *sitting on his bed, reading. Hasn’t eaten all day*

Gale: *looks up suddenly* Why do I hear boss music?

John: *kicks down the door* GALE WINSTON CLEVEN

Gale: OH FUCK-!

[vox-anglosphere]

Venerable Bede's 7th century manuscript 'On the Reckoning of Time'

[nihilityuniverse]

𝟎𝐭𝐡 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐛𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 | 𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧 𝐈𝐦𝐩𝐚𝐜𝐭 𝐱 𝐅𝐄𝐌! 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

ᴡʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ 𝗦𝗲𝗰𝗿𝗲𝘁 𝗖𝗿𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗼𝗿 ᴏꜰ ᴛᴇʏᴠᴀᴛ 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗙𝗶𝗻𝗮𝗹 𝗕𝗼𝘀𝘀.

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MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

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Story inspired by Acheron's Lore, Power, and Personality...

ENG is not my First language

I do not own Genshin Impact or any of the pictures used.

Do NOT Repost

Story also available on WattPad: Chapter 0 | Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6

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Chapter 0 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏

𝐀 𝐖𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐍𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭'𝐬 𝐋𝐚𝐳𝐳𝐨

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Eight members of the Harbingers had gathered in the palace-like church. Inside, the air was so frigid that the nation's flags began to freeze, crackling under the intense cold. No candles lit the space; only the ethereal glow of the polar lights streaming through the stained-glass windows provided illumination.

A petite woman with long hair, her eyes concealed behind a delicate white lace mask, hums a familiar lullaby from her deceased friend as she leans against a casket. Her voice echoes softly in the frozen stillness.

The eight other Harbingers watched her from a distance, each wearing a similar coat of identical design. By order of Her Royal Highness Tsaritsa, all Harbingers were required to attend the funeral, even the elusive 0th Harbinger.

The 0th Harbinger, code name: Innamorati — The Lovers;

A figure shrouded in mystery and danger, Innamorati remained an enigma even to her fellow Harbingers.

Known only by whispers and rumors, she was a being crafted by the Cryo Archon herself, a weapon designed to challenge the Celestial Gods. Hidden away for years, her existence was the subject of much speculation.

Some Harbingers were indifferent, focusing solely on the success of their plans, while others were intensely curious. Pierro, the Director of the Fatui, claimed to know nothing about her, adding to her mystique.

Rumors abounded: some said Innamorati would annihilate anyone who crossed her path; others believed she had perished decades ago, her legend merely a shadow from the past.

What they all knew for certain was that Innamorati had a notorious reputation for forgetting critical missions assigned by Tsaritsa herself. This unreliability made her both feared and ridiculed within their ranks.

"We are gathered here today to remember our dear comrade," an old dwarf with a long nose and mustache solemnly broke the deafening silence. "In honor of her sacrifice, all work shall halt for half a day as the nation mourns her passing."

"Hehe, merely half a day...?" Pantalone laughed coldly, crossing his hands in front of his chest with a mocking smile. "People say the Northland Bank's true currencies are blood and tears... But mayor, even speaking as a banker, that sounds a little unconscionable."

"Rosalyne died in a foreign land," Arlecchino stepped forward, her crimson red X-cross pupils glowing dangerously bright with annoyance. "But you heartless businessmen and dignitaries always find a convenient excuse to remain in the comfort of your homeland..." She frowned. "You couldn't hope to understand, so why don't you keep your mouth shut?! We don't want to make the children cry."

"Hey, c'mon now, even I don't think this is the right time or place for a fight," Childe chipped in, lazily sitting on one of the wooden benches.

"Utterly risible!" Sandrone mocked, and the machine behind her emitted an audible angry sound.

"Though her methods tarnished her honor, Lohefalter's sacrifice is a great pity. Her loss shall not hinder our progress," Capitano's deep voice resonated through the entire palace, catching everyone's attention.

He turned towards the Doctor, his face hidden behind a dark veil. "But Dottore... What of Scaramouche and the Gnosis from Inazuma?"

Dottore smiled, twirling a tube filled with blue liquid between his fingers. "Conventional wisdom holds that Divine Knowledge cannot be rationally comprehended. After conquering the Divine Gaze, he will make his next move."

The heavy, frozen church door creaked open, allowing the bitter winter air to sweep inside. Everyone turned their gaze towards it, even Columbina, who had paused her humming. 

A woman, clad in a coat of the same design as theirs, stepped into the church, holding a red paper umbrella. The door closed behind her with a resounding bang. The click of her heels on the marble floor echoed through the hall, a stark contrast to the silence that had filled the room.

Her face remained obscured by shadows, yet every person in the room knew instinctively that she was not someone to be trifled with. 

The sense of her power and presence was palpable, a mutual understanding among them all. To cross her would be to invite disaster.

This was Innamorati, the 0th Harbinger, a figure shrouded in mystery and danger, whose very presence commanded respect and fear.

As she advanced, the air seemed to grow even colder, the weight of her presence adding to the already frigid atmosphere. Each step she took resonated with authority, and the silence in the room deepened, a silent acknowledgment of her status among them.

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Finally, you found your way to the place where the funeral was to be held. You hadn't thought you would make it in time, given the ferocity of the snowstorm that had nearly obscured your path and made the journey treacherous.

Your heels clicked sharply with each step as you approached the group of people gathered at the center, where the casket lay. You set your red paper umbrella on one of the wooden benches, the action deliberate and unhurried. 

As the shadow over your face disappeared, the polar light from the stained-glass windows illuminated your features.

With the shadow gone, the collective breath of the eight Harbingers halted involuntarily.

Your beauty was striking: peach-colored, plump lips; long, dark eyelashes framing eyes that seemed to hold the very essence of winter. Your skin was pale and flawless, with a cold radiance that mirrored the icy surroundings. Your presence was both ethereal and commanding, a juxtaposition of delicate grace and chilling power.

You stopped a few steps before the group of Harbingers—your comrades—and looked up at them. 

"0th Harbinger, Innamorati... That is what they call me. You may call me whatever you wish," you introduced yourself, your voice ethereal and soft, yet so cold and lifeless it sent shivers down their spines. "This must be the first time we meet."

"You are quite late, Lord Innamorati," Pulcinella, the old dwarf, addressed you with a mix of respect and caution.

After all, The top-ranked Harbingers, from rank 1 to No. 3, possess powers that can rival the gods. So what about No. 0? Could she surpass the powers of the gods? Or even be greater?

You let out an annoyed sigh. "All the snow-covered streets look the same, and the blizzard did not make navigating to this gathering any easier."

Pantalone chuckled, turning towards you with a dangerous glint in his eyes.

"If I had known, I would have taken you with me in my carriage, Lady Innamorati. Alas, I am left to wonder why there were no escorts ready for you. I thought I had ordered the highest-ranked Skirmishers for your protection." His voice was dangerously smooth, laden with speculation, hinting at the rumors of you annihilating anyone who crossed your path.

Before you could respond, Childe interjected from the side. "Huh? The oh-so-feared Innamorati getting lost in a mere snowstorm? This is truly a sight to behold." His tone dripped with mockery. 

"Were you also getting lost on the way to your missions?" His voice carried an angry undertone, bitterness seeping through his words. 

He had often been the one to hurriedly take on your missions at the last minute, running from one nation to another like a lackey. The mission to obtain the Geo Archon's Gnosis had been assigned to you, not him, nor the now-deceased Signora. In the end, he had faced severe repercussions after the Northland Bank had to pay heavy reparations.

If gazes could kill, Childe would have been long dead under Pantalone's icy stare. Though his slight smile remained, his eyes closed behind his glasses, he radiated a murderous aura. He longed to hear your voice again and to capture your attention. Such a rare opportunity shouldn't be wasted.

"Insolent child! How dare you—!" Sandrone hissed at Childe, her anger palpable. She, too, feared inciting your wrath. If Childe weren't a fellow Harbinger, Sandrone would have killed him long ago for destroying her ruin guard factory.

"It's time to end tonight's foolish theatrics." 

A deep, husky voice resonated through the church, cutting through the cold silence like a blade.

The man stepped forward from the shadows, his right side concealed by a dark mask. It was Pierro, the Director of the Fatui, and his presence commanded instant respect.

His voice, cold and demanding, echoed with authority as he advanced towards the casket.

"Right now, you have no captive audience," he said, his gaze sweeping over the assembled Harbingers and guests, silently commanding them to gather and pay heed.

You stood on the opposite side of Pierro, your own presence a stark contrast to his imposing figure.

"Let every worthy sacrifice be carved in ice, and let this nation endure for all time," Pierro intoned, his voice carrying the weight of solemn duty.

The assembly lowered their heads in reverence, eyes closing as he delivered the farewell speech. Your hand drifted absently towards your Divine Key, a subconscious gesture.

"In the name of Her Majesty, the Tsaritsa," Pierro continued, his voice imbued with a steely resolve, "we will seize authority from the gods."

After several minutes of mournful meditation, Pierro broke the silence and left the building, his movements purposeful and commanding.

The others followed in silent procession, a testament to their respect and shared grief. You took your red paper umbrella, closing your eyes briefly before stepping into the freezing, snow-covered landscape.

"Absolute peace."

As you all departed, the church behind you began to freeze over, layers of crystal ice encasing it under the unyielding winter sky, which shimmered with the ethereal glow of the aurora.

"Such is the gift from the Tsaritsa, such is Her Majesty's benevolence," Pierro declared, his voice carrying a chilling reverence as he halted and gazed up at the celestial lights.

"Now you rest in this coffin, encased in layer upon layer of ice. But, Rosalyne, I promise you..."

"Your final resting place will be the entirety of the Old World," Pierro's voice echoed through the night sky, his farewell imbued with a cold resolve that matched the frozen land around you.

As you watched the polar light dancing across the vast darkness of the sky, a thought surfaced in your mind. You had never known this person, but you had made a promise to someone...

You halted in your steps and glanced back at the frozen church.

Some tasks have to be done, even if they seem pointless.

Amidst the snow, you caught a glimpse of shadowy hands emerging from the icy landscape, reaching out towards the sky one by one, as if seeking transcendence. As you blinked, everything returned to normal.

"Another Memory..."

"Lady Innamorati, is something the matter?" Pierro's voice broke through your reverie as he noticed you staring back at the frozen church.

"...meaningless," you whispered to yourself, yet the faint wind carried your words to Pierro. 

"Pardon?" Pierro asked again, this time capturing the attention of some of the other Harbingers, especially Dottore. The Doctor, ever curious, considered whether you might make an intriguing subject for his experiments.

"It's nothing. Continue without me. I wish to be alone," you ordered, your voice light as silk yet cold as ice. Pierro nodded, casting one last glance at you before leaving. 

Dottore lingered a moment longer, watching you with a mix of curiosity and suspicion. As he did, the falling snow seemed to halt and move backward, defying the natural order.

"Existence is fleeting as the dawn's dew," your voice echoed in a dimension separate from the real world, where time had ceased.

Dottore's breath caught as he watched you, disbelief etched across his features. His analytical mind struggled to comprehend the anomaly unfolding before him.

"Yet, I guide the wandering souls on the still waters of oblivion..."

The dimension around you cracked like glass, shattering as you began to walk towards the church.

"...and weep for the departed."

A powerful gust of wind struck Dottore, and in that moment, he perceived everything yet nothing. The world seemed meaningless and empty. He felt his body ascending, his soul slipping away...

"Don't look back..." Your ethereal voice called to him, a beacon of light in the encroaching darkness.

He felt a pull from behind, "Move forward," you whispered. In the next instant, he stood where Pierro had asked if you were alright moments before.

Dottore's breath hitched, his cold heart pounding faster than ever. This was neither a dream nor an illusion. He knew this with certainty. What had just happened? The question echoed in his mind, a mystery as deep as the winter night itself.

One thing was certain: he had unmistakably felt the presence of the Almighty One—the Divine Creator.

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[dynamic-k]

I FORGOT TO SAY THIS TO YOU

LIKE SERIOUSLY SHE WAS ON THE RIGHT PATH THE SHE DECIDED

"stick rational thinking imma js stab and kill my boss"

AND I WAS LIKE-

"FINALLY A CHARACTER WHO THINKS RATIONA-"

...

"stick you"

Q v Q this ask made me cackle and I hurt my throat /pos

Stabby Scene~ Had to be done- U ^ U

[moosetrails]

Never too late to fuck up a Barbie like a kid with a friend. Meet Meat Hammer and Rationa

[revenant-coining]

Love your stuff anyways, I’m the anon from the atsushi and akutagawa asks./gen. Anyways could I have some names and titles for a chuuya (from bsd as well) kin./genq

-✍️ anon

p.s could I be known as ✍️ anon, please.

here ya go; ( + yeah u can be ✍️ anon )

Names: Arro, Hebes, Revel, Gaude, Apricor, Superbia, Fastus, Rationa / Abile, Arte, Ars, Peritia, Fidus / Fidelis, and Gravitas

Titles:

the one upon the tainted sorrow

the arrogant one

the blunt one

the one who revels

the one who revels in fights

one prideful one

the one who taunts

the reasonable one

the skillful one

the loyal one

the one who controls gravity

‘one’ can be replaced with any noun; ‘the one’ can be replaced with any pronoun

@nameresources

[khepiari]

LawLu Fic: Sixth Time's A Charm

Day 6 of LawLu Week 2023 hosted by @lawluevents

AU. Demisexual Introvert Overthinking Law x Demisexual Extrovert Entomologist Luffy! SFW. Only forehead kiss. Fluff.

Is there a limit to how much someone can be so rationa l that they become irrational and that makes them run in a loop of overthinking? There is no limit— the human mind is capable of infinite intelligence and infinite stupidity! And the human heart is only capable of infinite stupidity.

Currently, Dr. Trafalgar Law was driving himself crazy by overthinking irrational thoughts and all this made him conclude love was hard! Love was very hard when your relationship was new and the person you fell for is even younger! It was his fifth attempt to hold his boyfriend’s hand, and he failed royally and also ended up displaying his jealousy!

Read here:

[angelgrovehighschool]

I also want to reiterate it’s not just in romantic relationships … but like yes for the most part … definitely in particular w/ relationships w/ men .. but I kind of thought as a gay person when I grew up I’d be able to spot those things from a mile away and sidestep them but over time it’s like … it is so pervasive to where a person could be like appear to be very rationa have very outwardly queer politics and a resentment for like … yk the nuclear family the American dream whatever

But I rly think a lot of those ideals are soooo deeply ingrained in so many people that I feel like even if it’s something you believe you’ve managed to evolve past it’s still like acting itself out in our lives it’s like a cordyceps we’ve been exposed to the spores and we subconciously acting out like the fucking godfather in our love lives

That doesn’t make sense but it’s troubling me even more bc remember how I said I don’t think I do those things … I do not want to control my partner or other people and I don’t see other people as objects and I don’t think another persons existence or proximity to me should have an impact on like how I view my trajectory in life

[incorrectlooneytunesquotes]

[Daffy drives; Porky hangs on for dear life.]

Porky: O-kay, I g-g-g-g-got a daughter…!

Daffy: Don't worry, I know these roads.

Porky: Th-th-th-th-th-this is not a road! A road has asphalt and t-t-two lanes! This is d-d-dirt on a cliff!

Daffy: You scared?

Porky: I'm n-n-n-n-not s-scared; I'm r-r-rationa-r-rationa-rightly concerned.

[branded-perceptions]

Ever wondered why as more causally destructive a product is as more "smiles" and marketing budget of 🔍"brand love" and mindless marketing packaging "I-love-you-slogans" it needs to sell itself / attract consumers

via hallucinatory mind stories they see themselves reflected in

instead of proactive direct communication regarding your causal touch / causal effects in objective reality?

Do you know the group love hypes of teenage gang or cliques where it often is more about the storytelled identities and to that authority attached emotions than authenticity of a genuine care of emotional motivations for everyones' causal wellbeing?

Adult society tends to behave similar

via group-identities like national / religious / consumer go(o)d(s) identity brand love / political / social bubble identities

where we unconsciously try to via our mind and social relations' hallucinatory emotional fake attachments' psychotic self-justifications adhere to our in-group identities that thus "confidently" ("being vain") tend to loose touch with questioning their subjective motivations and views' attention shadows regarding their causal functionality

🎶BECAUSE OF YOU - KELLY CLARKSON

due via their mind valuing these hallucinatory spaces more

(🎵I WILL NOT MAKE THE SAME MISTAKES THAT YOU DID)

than public direct debating any authentic concerns whose emotional instincts we tend to repress via from our rational thoughts detached emotions

(🎵I WILL NOT LET MYSELF CAUSE MY HEART SO MUCH MISERY)

that thus lead to reductionistic explanatory robot constructs' self-justifications

(🎵I WILL NOT BREAK THE WAY YOU DID, YOU FELL SO HARD)

that from an objective systems perspective just don't any make sense

(🎵I'VE LEARNED THE HARD WAY TO NEVER LET IT GET THAT FAR)

with their to hallucinatory group-identity constructs

(🎵BECAUSE OF YOU I NEVER STRAY TOO FAR FROM THE SIDEWALK)

whose explanatory sense and entrained emotions are interpreted as "safety" (#staySafe🤥😷😇) while tending to serve these psychotic mind hypes more than causal realities' relation to our life force

(🎵BECAUSE OF YOU I LEARNED TO PLAY ON THE SAFE SIDE SO I DON'T GET HURT)

whose relation to objective reality we never fully perceive with our subjective minds' socially entrained attention focus

(🎵BECAUSE OF YOU, I FIND IT HARD TO TRUST NOT ONLY ME, BUT EVERYONE AROUND ME)

similar like the Disney faked the iconic false flag scene (🔍1958 White Wilderness documentary faked lemming mass suicide myth scene )

of lemmings running down a cliff (lemmings do not actually do that)

by for bra(i)nde(a)d show effects similar like via vain err medias peer-pressure of our current marketing economy consciously knowingly continuing to push consumers them down the cliff

(🎵BECAUSE OF YOU, I AM AFRAID)

as long as similar like in that Disney reportage the public does not know about it

(🎵I LOSE MY WAY)

and thus is deemed to be responsible by itself

(🎵AND IT'S NOT TOO LONG BEFORE YOU POINT IT OUT)

while simultaneously lacking the dialectic bodies to focus collective attention on improving the deepest struggles of humanity

(🎵I CANNOT CRY, BECAUSE I KNOW THAT'S WEAKNESS IN YOUR EYES)

that we metaphorically shift our responsibility away from via our hallucinatory Disneyland reportages and smiley bra(i)nde(a)d counterfactual media or "entertaining" distractions

(🎵I'M FORCED TO FAKE, A SMILE, A LAUGH EVERYDAY OF MY LIFE)

that due our mass psychogenic illnesses detach our rationa argumentations of decision-making with proper direction of emotional motivations common sense

(🎵MY HEART CAN'T POSSIBLY BREAK)

because we tend to only reward each other for "positive" communications that serve our psychological ID pleasure circuits

(🎵WHEN IT WASN'T EVEN WHOLE TO START WITH)

of our mind symbols that via their hallucinatory focus economically zombify our causal quality of life via repressions of emotional motivational dialectics with our thereby alienating from causal care detached reductionistic laser beam th-oughts

(🎵I WATCHED YOU DIE, I HEARD YOU CRY EVERY NIGHT IN YOUR SLEEP)

which the by this song represented female populations tend to trust

(🎵I WAS YOUNG, YOU SHOULD HAVE KNOWN BETTER THAN TO LEARN ON ME)

as by masculine dynamics constructed authority concepts of social status and hierarchical structures that via fantasy defences tend to value the mental pain and possible threats of their competitive mind dynamics of economic and cultural capital incentives' reputation management more than the causal pain of all our quite similar shared life needs

(🎵YOU NEVER THOUGHT OF ANYONE ELSE, YOU JUST SAW YOUR PAIN)

which all throughout history was a quite similar pattern of by groups' shared apathetic emotional hypes

(🎵AND NOW I CRY IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT FOR THE SAME DAMN THING💸💉☠️💔)

of then afterwards due to endured group-apathy then leading to collective overreactions

(🎵BECAUSE OF YOU I TRY MY HARDEST JUST TO FORGET EVERYTHING)

as these systematic patterns conditioned the population to not publicly authentically express their mind to collectively via vulnerability logically solve the spectrum of subjective unknowns

(🎵BECAUSE OF YOU, I DON'T KNOW HOW TO LET ANYONE ELSE IN)

that thus accumulate as seen via the discrepancy of the "plentiful" hallucinatory bra(i)nde(a)d marketing and packaging of "diverse" consumer go(o)d(s) that in objective causal reality do not actually serve our causal life force

(🎵BECAUSE OF YOU, I'M ASHAMED OF MY LIFE BECAUSE IT'S EMPTY)

that is threatened by these unreflective group hypes that lack to habitually vulnerably debate a more conscious alignment between rational thoughts that in every human tend to just self-justify the more unconscious and by psychologically symbols entrained emotional motivations' subjective relativism:

🎵BECAUSE OF YOU I'M AFRAID

[sortyourlifeoutmate]

Prisoners in Swakopmund, like those in the other camps across the colony, were given utterly inadequate food rations. In von Trotha's initial orders of 16 January he had specifically instructed military commanders in charge of camps to keep rationa to an absolute minimum. The Portionsliste, the army's ration list, placed concentration-camp prisoners just above mules and horses in order of priorities. The official camp ration was 500 grams of rice or flour per day, calculated on the presumption that prisoners of war were male. Women and children - who made up the vast majority of the camp's population - were often given half rations. As neither rice nor flour was known to the Herero, they had no knowledge of how to cook it. In many cases, prisoners were not even provided with pots or pans with which to prepare their food. The prisoners ate these unfamiliar rations raw unaware that uncooked they causes diarrhoea. As early as 1 March 1905, in a letter to the Mission Headquarters in Wupperthal, Missionary Vedder complained that the 'people suffer their faily meal of rice, which due to the lack of pots is very difficult to prepare... hundreds are breaking down due to the lack if nutrition and are dying'.

- The Kaiser's Holocaust

[beforus-for-real-justice]

hit post limit sorry. but yeah that one - mod komaeda

‹| I used to |ove that game! |› ‹| I had a who|e "detectIve" phase a few sweeps back. |› ‹| Loved to fIgure out the mystery and he|p free everyone from b|ame or whatever the sItuatIon was wIth just words and ratIona| thInkIng! |›

[angeldcgs]

"i never said it was! you're deliberately misunderstanding me, like you always do...it's not an invasion of your privacy to write a song about something that happened to me. it's from my perspective, because that's the only perspective i know! what would be the point of censoring myself, when the whole goal was to get that shit off my chest? you don't get my artistic process— that's fine! no one's asking you to! but don't make it a fucking personal attack, because i assure you, i was genuinely not thinking about your feelings at all when i wrote that ep." it hadn't been created out of spite, is what they meant, but it was difficult not to inject a little venom into their words when slater had such a knack for getting them so riled up. toni was far from cool and composed— they felt everything so deeply, and then they bottled it up it, but for once they were allowing themselves to let it out. "who am i to stand in the way of a gal looking to make a quick buck? what they do when they leave is none of my business." it was strange sometimes, realizing that some girls were only attracted to them because of their supposed "fame". they'd never considered themselves famous by any stretch of the imagination, so at first they'd figured everyone that came onto them after their shows had truly connected with their music, and therefor with toni as a person, but it didn't take long to realize that their interest revolved heavily around how many instagram followers they'd amassed since the release of their ep. sure, it didn't feel great to know that it wasn't them the girls were interested in, but their notoriety, but they'd take the false companionship over loneliness any day. "the tik tok charts, maybe..." everything they were saying now was with the intention of digging into slater, as god knows they'd never given a fuck about charts or sales. really, toni had been happy for them when they'd first seen their first single pop up on their twitter feed, feeling a hint of the tenderness that'd strengthened between them over their many years of friendship. good for her. as hurt as toni was, as pissed as they'd been at slater in the height of their fallout, love wasn't something that could sour that easily. with a heavy sigh of exhaustion, they ran a hand through their shaggy mane, pushing sandy brown locks up off their forehead in the process. "look... i know you think you're, like, god's gift to music, and the greatest rockstar the world has ever seen, or whatever, but i am not operating under that same delusion. i really don't think people care about me, or my life, or my past as much as you seem to think they do. maybe they care about yours, but i'm just... some dude with a keyboard. i can assure you, journalists aren't clamoring to get the shocking exposé on my pathetic high school situationship. i write the music, i release the music, i perform the music, and my job is done. you can tell tmz whatever the fuck you want, once again, that's none of my business." their face felt hot from the overwhelming frustration, blurting out, "it doesn't! it doesn't fucking matter!" before slater could even finish their sarcastic query. this is exactly why they'd never reached out after all these years. plenty of time had passed, but everything that had happened between them was still too fresh, and toni still couldn't put aside their bitterness and resentment long enough to have one calm conversation. finally, their fiery frustration faded to pure incredulity, taken aback by how slater framed that fateful night that had ended their relationship, a mirthless chuckle pushing its way past their lips like a short bark. "wow... wow, that's— wow." all they could do for a moment was laugh, shaking their head as they tried to compose their rapidly firing thoughts into a concise statement. "you are such a sad person. it must be so lonely living in this alternate reality you've constructed in which everyone around you is fucking insane, and you're the only rational human being."

"OH, FUCK OFF, TONI . it's not dumb to desire privacy even as an artist . that in itself does not take away from the authenticity of fucking art because, surprisingly, something called fucking nuance exists . two things can exist at once and not everyone is as deeply fucking attention seeking as you ." slater was never good with anger . they knew it . were deeply aware of it in fact . the problem was that almost whatever slater felt seemed to find away to convert itself into anger . loneliness . hurt . heartbreak . getting pissed was so much easier than sitting around and crying about shit . or at least slater assumes . she's never really had much of an option . her brows raise as toni continues, and this time her scoff is biting as she smiles and nods, "wow . can't believe in such good fucking company in the 'i fucked toni gallow club' . me and a handful of rabid fucking fans . you better watch that they don't wander off after, toni ." slater's brow raises dryly . "you might just find a lock of your hair on ebay or some shit ." petty wasn't usually slater's style . she went for the throat . was usually down to stab someone in the face rather than the back . and yet after not talking to toni for all this time, slater couldn't say that was exactly what this is . everything was kind of below the belt . but how were they ever going to stop when toni is doing the same thing ? the next jab makes slater's eyes flicker with anger, a bruise to their pride that their teeth clench at . their eyes narrow . "oh, fucking bite me, toni . you know my shit fucking charts ." music was always slater's thing . it had always been slater's thing . it was their passion . basically the only fucking thing they were good at . the only thing they had ever wanted to do . and toni just stumbled into it like a baby calf and somehow landed on her feet . despite their own success, despite loving toni once, or now, or who the fuck knows — slater can't deny how infuriating that is . for someone to stumble into your dream like it's an accident and thrive . no matter how many number ones slater gets the fact will always be that toni got one first . somehow slater thinks that it will always feel like it was just to spite her . "mm . right, of course ." slater is nodding in feigned understanding, head tilting as she says, "because within our current career field people are just known for being respectful and not invasive and not using pain or fuck ups for cheap headlines . i'm totally blowing this shit out of proportion ! i should schedule an interview with tmz tomorrow, they seem fucking nice !" slater replies sarcastically, before throwing their hands up and, "but you know what, whatever . what the fuck does it matter, anyways ?" slater is beginning to feel like they care too much . worse, they're beginning to feel like they're showing it . detachment is a conscious thing, one toni has already obviously achieved . slater wasn't going to be the one left in the dust . the one left still caring . because that would be pathetic . "oh, is that so ?" slater's brow arch high . "you think everyone is out here just trying to run away with someone after the high of sex ? cause honestly toni that is not a universal impulse, even with the fucking u-haul community ."

[therisingsun777]

Book One; Chapter Six: Logic V Conformity

I stood in a room with thirty men, all seated at a round table with a hollow middle. I had been led into the middle of the round table, and was now standing at the judgement of all thirty men. Upon my neck, sat the pendant I had found last night, and all of the men were whispering in hushed tones.

For my part, I tried my best to calm the steady beating in my chest, that was slowly tempting itself to get louder. Almost all of the men in the room were staring at me, and it was hard to control the temptation to shoot out of the room. I breathed, looking down at the pendant that I had been given, studying the eye full of color. All I needed to do was not look into their eyes, and soon enough, a decision would be made.

Irashi had told me that there was no need to be afraid, that it was only a decision of council. Yet, with so many here, surrounding and staring towards me, I simply could not ignore the feeling that one of the men within here, would stand up, and claim that I was a fake, and that my dream had a been a lie, based off of some prior knowledge that I had no access to.

That, did not happen, however. What happened instead, was that some of the men stood up, and lifted their hands towards the sky, twirling into a turn, and then aiming their hands towards me.

Air swished around my body virulently. I got picked up in the great swarm of air, that slowly twisted into a tornado beneath my feet. To my utter surprise, I was lifted high into the sky by the tribe of airbenders, all who began to chant.

“The avatar has returned!” They said, cries so strangely filled with joy and wonder.

I looked down in a marvel, as my feet lifted into the sky. I made it halfway up to the ceiling, before I was carefully descended back down by the men.

When I fell back to the ground, the men were smiling towards me.

“We are happy to welcome you, young avatar,” He said kindly, “Now...As the Avatar, you have a choice as to who you shall learn under. It can be any in this room, or perhaps any of the masters outside of the room. Do you have one in mind?”

I almost said Irashi, but, that wouldn’t have been right. He might’ve been the airmaster, but from the looks of it, he had no intentions of taking in an apprentice, and I didn’t want to intrude upon his work. So instead, I looked around the room, and tried to find a face that I could relate with. Someone who looked at least mildly like the person I would want to learn under.

The doors to the chamber burst open, and a man walked in. Faces around the room scowled as he walked through with a lean ease. He looked towards me with cold, brown eyes, as he sat in a chair to my right.

“You are late.” One of the men said.

“Yes, you should presume I would’ve noticed that myself. There is no need to point it out.” The man said.

The one who had spoken began to speak out. I, however, spoke above him.

“Are you a scholar of sorts?” I asked, noticing a scroll in his hands, it seemed old, almost decadent and falling apart.

“Hardly. I scavenge through old texts and readings to find airbending techniques that I believe useful to me. I focus less on the art, and more on the practicality.”

That was intriguing. It was obviously a sales pitch of sorts, which meant that even as he answered, he was thinking of a way to sound more appealing to a young member.

“Now, young avatar, I do not think you shou-”

But the man cut him off, “Are you attempting to tell him that he should not choose me as his master? Am I not equal to everyone else in this room?” His voice was cold, calculative, careful.

I looked towards the others in the room. There was something about him that these other benders did not like. But what exactly was it? The phrase that he had just said, before the interjecture of the one man’s talking, was about using bending for practical usages. Which meant….Which meant the others took a more spiritual path to it. 

When standing in front of them, I had talked about my walk into the spirit realm, however, I had left out the part of it being a parallel universe to ours, purely out of the suspicion that they would not take it well. This new man, however, the one who had just barged into the realm, seemed like the only one who might believe me. That...That almost made it entirely obvious.

“What is your name?” I asked him.

“Arashi.” The man answered.

“Irashi?” I replied, confused.

“No, that is my brother. I am Arashi, with an ‘A’ to begin the name.” I blinked. That was, surprising. So the brother of the airmaster was an elder, and hated by all of the elders in the room. Within itself, that was a rather interesting dynamic. To have one brother hated, and to have the other be a leader of the tribe itself was...That was a pattern, wasn’t it? It was a pattern, I realized. It was an almost cliche pattern from some stories, where one brother would play the role of the hero, and the other would play the role of the villain. But, in this case, it was more along the lines that one brother would play the role of the tribes, and the other wouldn’t.

“Well, what is your decision young airbender?” The kindly man at the front asked.

I smiled. They were expecting me not to choose the man who seemed rather apt to teach me the best. All of the others that I could’ve chosen, would’ve decided to take a more spiritual approach, which quite simply was not of interest to me. Their religion could wait until I wanted to read philosophy books.

“Arashi.” I said, with a small, almost threatening smile, “I think I’ll choose him.”

Almost immediately, there was a small murmur moving around the room. The men whispered towards one another, and the person who had been about to tell me not to go with him, looked rather dismayed. However, after that dismay, came a face to show he was thinking.

“Arashi…” The man said, in an almost growling voice, “Do you promise to teach this boy our customs, instead of spouting the nonse-” “I promise no such things.” Arashi said with a cold calm, “And you can not overturn the boy’s decision, as it is his right to choose who will be his teacher.” His eyes were glaring, as he looked towards the old man, “Now, if you would excuse me, my apprentice here has much that he needs to catch up on.”

I nodded, and then, after a moment of thought, executed a semi formal bow, before leaving with the man. He stopped as we left through the entrance, and breathed in a small sigh, almost as if to himself.

“Those men would do best to learn that their customs are outdated. They will not help if a war breaks out, and they will most certainly only end up in yet another great massacre if they keep preaching pacifism as the only eligible answer.” The man then turned towards me, “Now, would you rather begin learning right away, or after a short break? I myself would love to have a stew after listening to the idiocy spouted by those men.” I hadn’t thought myself to hate them as much, but...When they had tried to make my own decision for me, it had set me off to some extent. I decided, that I would rather have something to eat. I looked towards the man, and told him as such. He smiled, and we walked towards a small restaurant on a corner.

The inside was a dull green, with slight reflections against certain parts of the room. There was a man, and only around three tables, one of which was occupied.

“I will have the house meal. My friend here will have the same.” He said.

“Well I mean, what else do they have?” “Oh, only minor variations of the same. This place is dedicated to making the same meal.”

“Why?”

“For people such as myself, who would rather have one thing to eat, so that they might get lost in their thoughts.”

“Huh…” I drawled, walking with him to a small table.

The man, as we sat, got straight into business, “Am I to assume that you know barely anything of your own element?” He asked.

“Um...I know some things. I can, apparently, create an incomplete version of Master Aang’s invented technique.”

“Ah, the Air ball. I believe it has an official name, but I cannot place it. And what does that incomplete version look like?” “Oh, it’s a disk. It requires a lot of energy to hold. A little bit less if I’m moving, but it still drains me rather quickly.” “A disk? So you are holding all of your weight upon a circular platform?” “Yeah, Irashi already pointed that out to me.” The man chuckled, “Have you ever thought of attack implementation with that ability?”

“Attack implementation?”

Arashi waved a hand, “We will get into that later. For now, let me point out the fundamentals of air for you. The first, as is with every element, is control. Every small bit of control counts, this includes your ability to mitigate air levels within one part of the technique you are preforming. You want the energy output of the entire foundation to be exactly the same, or else your technique could backfire, and perhaps harm people that you do not intend it to harm. The second…” He paused, as our food was placed in front of us, and then continued, “The second, is mastery. You do not use a complicated technique unless you are sure you have mastered it, this includes upon yourself. The pure basics, like moving a rock into the air, and throwing it, to not require such in-depth mastery. However, if you were to say, make a metal glove, and try to use it to traverse the environment, without in-depth mastery of the air and complications that might occur, you could either harm yourself or die. The only exception to this rule, of course, is if you are in a situation where such a thing might occur either way.” He stopped for a moment, as we ate our food. When he still didn’t continue for a moment after, I spoke up.

“Are there any others?”

“Yes,” He replied, “Although this third one, is of my own personal belief, and should not reflect upon you, if you yourself don’t believe it.” “What is it?”

“If you are to ever attack an opponent, you should attack not to harm, but to kill.”

[firstdivision]

୨ ASAP ୧

— wakasa x fem reader (afab)

— college au, sexting, male and female masturbation

— 2.6k words

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minors dni. past wakasa is so so so hot i feel unwell my vision is blurring help.

[11:14 pm] you: shin

[11:14 pm] you: whos the white haired guy on your story

[11:15 pm] you: shinnnnn

[11:15 pm] you: i need to get railed by hi m

you closed out of your texts to replay his story and catch another glimpse of the man deadpanning while a tipsy shinichiro pressed a kiss to his cheek for the camera. your eyes roamed over every inch of his exposed neck above his barely-buttoned shirt and tried to decipher the design of a long swirling tattoo continuing down beyond the limited confines of your phone. with a ghost of a smile on your face, you expected shinichiro to return with an exasperated reply at your antics on a friday night when - if he recalled correctly - it was you who declined the invite to entertain a date with a pizza. so any bouts of pent up horniness on your end were completely self-induced because you could have been getting railed by the white haired dreamboat but chose not to. regardless, no harm in riling shinichiro up when he really made himself far too easy of a target to tease. you were going to bug him to introduce you to the angel on earth no matter his reply, but when your phone buzzed, it was not from the man you were expecting a response from but instead from an unsaved contact.

[11:39 pm] unknown number: hi this is wakasa

[11:39 pm] unknown number: the guy you wanted to get railed by

your free hand flew to your mouth and your breath stopped. really funny, shin. really, really funny. what a great prank. you'd have to give him hell for this on monday morning. but why couldn't your heart stop pounding so fast? and god, why were your hands trembling so much?

your knuckles clutching your phone turned white and you hastily returned to your conversation with shinichiro and double, no triple checked that you sent the messages to your friend. then it clicked. shin, that fucking asshole. nails scratching the surface of your phone, you typed out a haphazard attempt at damage control to save face in front of the new object of your affections.

[11:42 pm] you: Hi Wakasa! Please ignore that, I did not mean it.

then swiping out of the new conversation, you returned to the pinned contact in your phone and decided to begin the surface level descent into making shinichiro's life hell for this stunt he pulled. but halfway through giving him a piece of your mind, you decided to deal with this later before your chances of getting with his friend were completely ruined. it would look worse on your part if you wasted time chewing out shinichiro then sent the pouting emoji thirty minutes later and asked him if he would pretty please still fuck you, you thought dryly to yourself.

[11:42 pm] you: shinichiro sano you are absolutely dead to me do not expect me to ever look at you or speak to you again i am blocking your number until you provide me with an explanation and an acceptable apology.

[11:42 pm] you stopped sharing location with shin

you tilted your head back and stared at the ceiling, trying to think of any way to turn this situation around. you lamented the loss because surely a man who looked like that knew he was fine and would have an arrogant personality to match. well, it was alright. really. there were plenty of other fish in the sea. but none with the most beautiful sharp eyes that made you want to misbehave just to see how coldly he would look at you, catch his eye in the mirror while he bent you ov-

[11:43 pm] wakasa: huh

[11:43 pm] wakasa: is that so

you were quickly pulled out of your thoughts, extremely mortified at the now properly identified wakasa calling you out like this. though you knew he couldn't read your mind, you still tried to calm yourself down and briefly considered muting him if his only intent was to mock you. this had all happened far too fast for you to collect any semblance of rationality. you locked your phone and tossed it to the side, closing your eyes, taking deep breaths, and counting to one hundred. but when the familiar note chimed, you shot up in bed and scanned the words.

[11:48 pm] wakasa: thats a shame

[11:48 pm] wakasa: its not every day i get pretty girls texting me how much they want me

oh. oh. so this was how he wanted to play it. you never even considered the unimaginable outcome of him not being completely put off by your unfiltered thoughts, but maybe actually wanting to pursue something further? were you reading that right?

you allowed a slight smile to creep over your face. this was fine, this was safe. the two of you could exchange flirty texts and then laugh it off if you ever saw him around. but there went any possibility of making the perfect smooth entrance in his life, maybe lightly bumping into him and ending up with his strong veiny arms around your waist. or catching his eye across the room and flashing him a coy smi- you shook your head and pulled yourself out of your daydreams. no use in dwelling on it. you returned with what he would hopefully interpret as a teasing lilt to your voice:

[11:53 pm] you: what's so pretty about these text bubbles hmm

feeling satisfied with yourself, barely half a moment passed before he sent his reply. your stomach jolted at the realization that this was now a conversation happening in real time. he was looking at his phone at the same time you were looking at yours, there was no longer a safety window of minutes between messages to process his words. worst of all, any forced gap would be construed as lack of interest or intentional aloofness. and you really were not that kind of person, so you kept the screen open and waited for him to finish typing.

[11:53 pm] wakasa: you're funny doll

[11:55 pm] wakasa: may 29

[11:55 pm] wakasa: baby pink dress and vivienne westwood pearl necklace

[11:55 pm] wakasa: wanted to tear that dress off you so bad but shin said his best friend was off limits

[11:57 pm] wakasa: i owe you thanks for that night. maybe a few more too

your eyes widened. you were speechless and thanked the universe again and again for the way he wouldn't be able to see your face blushed red right now. you remembered that party but not him. you had spent most of the night with yuzuha, who had returned from a study abroad program and hooking up with shin's friends was not on the top of your agenda. but truly, what a shame the way the situations were now reversed. you bit your lip to restrain the smile threatening to take over your face. you tried to calm your heart down and remind yourself that he was a real person. who was friends with your friends and who you could very feasibly run into in the middle of the day while doing groceries or getting gas. did you really want to continue this game? the hesitant part of your mind forced you to sit quietly listening to the hum of the ac and your soft breaths for a few moments before the want and dare overtook you and you typed back your reply.

[12:01 am] you: oh?

[12:01 am] you: guess we have some catching up to do then

[12:02 am] you: :p

[12:02 am] wakasa: that we do

[12:02 am] wakasa: luckily i'm alone in my room now and you have my full attention

[12:03 am] wakasa: what are you wearing rn doll

[12:03 am] wakasa: maybe a picture if you’re feeling so inclined

oh? well when he asked so nicely, who were you to deny?

you tapped the camera icon and leaned back on your bed as the dainty gold chain around your neck pooled over your exposed clavicle. you weren't wearing anything under the small sleep shirt and the friction rubbing against your nipples made that clear. the summer heat led you to unbutton most of the buttons, allowing the small diamond stud on your navel to peek through. hair splayed across your pillows, you positioned the camera at an angle to capture the swell of your breasts in the same shot as your wide eyes framed by long lashes and slightly pushed out bottom lip.

[12:04 am] you: [attachment] 1 image

[12:04 am] you: no panty shots till the third date sorry

when the image loaded on wakasa's phone, his lips parted and his breaths became all the more shallow. he dragged his eyes over every inch of your body on his screen, gaze darting everywhere in his need to sear your face into his memory. he hadn't expected you to send a picture, he was mostly seeing how far you wanted to go with him and test the waters of your comfort, but this was awful for his resolve. your pink lips begging to be bitten and sucked on, your exposed neck looking far too pure for what you had confessed about wanting from him earlier.

he had almost felt dizzy when shinichiro displayed your messages to him and gave him your number, accompanied by a number of stern threats. more than the fear of his friend possibly landing one or two weak punches on him, he understood what you meant to shinichiro and wanted to respect that. not for the first time that night, he wished you had shown up, maybe in another cute dress. he wondered if you would have styled your hair differently, maybe even gotten your nails done. but for now, he would have to make do with this image that you took only for him to see, and that gave him the confidence to speak truthfully albeit a bit vulgarly.

[12:05 am] wakasa: fcuk

[12:05 am] wakasa: i’ve never wanted anythhng in my life as much as i want you right now.

[12:05 am] wakasa: mine

[12:05 am] wakasa: all mine

[12:05 am] wakasa: i’m gonna bruise that pretty neck princess

[12:06 am] wakasa: leave marks fo r ever yone to see youre mine

heat rushed to your cheeks and your hand succumbed to making the descent into your panties. you began slowly drawing shapes over your clit as you imagined wakasa leaning over you and making his promises come true. you let out a quiet whine at the idea of him leaving lovebites all over your neck and collarbones. you wanted to be manhandled by him in a dirty way, you thought as you curled your fingers and rubbed a little faster. a little harder.

[12:06 am] you: hm

[12:06 am] you: i think i would like that

[12:08 am] you: i wonder

[12:08 am] you: what your hands would feel like

[12:09 am] you: under my shirt

[12:09 am] you: maybe other olaces too

[12:09 am] wakasa: between your legs?

silently grateful to let him take the lead and propose the ideas at the forefront of your mind but still felt shy to initiate, you rolled your hips into your hand, starving for his touch and needy for his praise.

[12:11 am] wakasa: would you want that doll?

[12:11 am] wakasa: my fingers

[12:11 am] wakasa: or my cock

[12:14 am] wakasa: cat got your tongue princess?

the want was overtaking your ability to form coherent words, your phone barely hanging in your grasp but presently the most important thing to you right now. you shuddered and clenched around the fingers you had shoved inside yourself to give yourself some semblance of pleasure as you imagined wakasa filling you up, the decalcomania as a result of his fingers tightly gripping your waist. you dragged them out with your eyes closed, the image of him pounding into you with a cocky smile branded into your mind. you gasped the name of the man not around to hear it and replied truthfully, wanting - no - needing him to know what he was doing to you.

[12:15 am] you: if i told you thayim so wet that

[12:15 am] you: im pretendkng my fingers are you

[12:15 am] you: i wan t it so bad

[12:15 am] you: you to tohch me make me feel pretty

[12:15 am] you: so much that i still feel it

[12:15 am] you: in me for days

wakasa almost drove himself cross eyed reading your brazen words. he wanted it so badly, to imagine how you would react to him burying his cock inside you. wanted to hear your whimpers and soft pleas, to feel you claw his back, to wrap your legs around his neck. he sped up his own tempo with his free hand and assured you that the neediness was very much mutual.

[12:16 am] wakasa: princess

[12:16 am] wakasa: i wish you knew how badly i need you onmy lap

[12:16 am] wakasa: not gonna let you go

[12:17 am] wakasa: squirming on my dick

[12:17 am] wakasa: till you re dizzy

[12:17 am] wakasa: till you canf remember how to speak

fingers growing tighter while creating more and more friction with your poor panties left soaked, you verged on your orgasm with your body shaking. you wanted to draw it out longer, to prolong your pleasure as if waiting for his imaginary body to materialize and present you with the real deal.

[12:17 am] you: i sisj my fingers were you

[12:18 am] you: wet eniugh for you

[12:18 am] you: rn

[12:19 am] you: pleasd

[12:19 am] wakasa: use your words babydoll

fueled entirely by adrenaline, wakasa swiped right to press the call button on your contact and set it to speaker, heart thumping loudly as he listened to the phone ring on your end. he was promptly met with your whines and what sounded like his muffled name, "need you, 'kasa".

"i'm here, princess. cum for me", his voice rough from dryness and overstimulation. and then with a whimper, you let the curvature of your fingers set the tone for your final release, sending a shockwave of euphoria through your body as you let out a loud cry with tears streaming down your face.

wakasa released a hiss at the thought of you waiting for his command and his vision unfocused, mind filled only with desperate chants of i want her i want to fuck her i want her to be mine i want her to scream my name as he fulfilled his own pleasure, gasping as his body clenched and his cum left his body, leaning back with his stained hand now resting on his cock.

the two of you laid there panting on the line in a comfortable silence, the gravity of what you had just done feeling all the more real when you were able to hear the other.

"sleep well, babydoll" wakasa murmured before disconnecting the call. he stared at his last message debating whether or not to send a follow-up text. he wasn't sure what you expected from this exchange but he was certain that the next time he saw you he would not be able to keep his hands off you.

[12:29 am] you: [attachment] 1 image

[12:29 am] you: gn

a selfie of you with mascara tracks streaked down your face and lips puckered up in a kiss at the camera, hair mussed and cheeks tinted red. you looked exhausted and wakasa's breath hitched. mine. my pretty doll. she looks like this for me.

[12:30 am] wakasa: princess you are going to be the death of me

[12:30 am] wakasa loved an image

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[12:44 am] you resumed sharing your location with shin

[12:44 am] you: hey bff

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