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delicrieux · 7 months ago

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…TAKING WHAT’S NOT YOURS ! ⋆｡°✩

⋆.˚𖦹⋆✮⋆.˚ chapter summary. some things in life are unbearable, and in yours? they’re titled gojo satoru and trying to ruin you.

pairing. gojo satoru x f!sorcerer reader

genre. enemies to lovers, ‘my bully is actually in love w me,’ comedy, light-hearted romance, aged up characters (in college), gojo being touchy bcs boundaries do not exist to my king

warnings for this chapter. gojo is being particularly troublesome

wc. 3k

author’s note: HOW ARE WE FEELING JJK NATION?!

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CHAPTER 1: imagine minding your own business undisturbed omg

tokyo jujutsu tech is big. real, real big. but no matter where you go, he's there.

gojo satoru has made it his life's mission to relentlessly annoy you for no apparent reason. it was hate at first sight, or something equally despicable as that. for three years now, you’ve had to endure jeers raging from your sorcerer's ability to the size (or lack thereof, as you’re often reminded) of your ass. yes, that does count as harassment. no, gojo does not care.

you don’t know why he can't just leave you alone. he seems to delight in your anger and misery. they say you need to stand up to your bullies and give them a taste of their own medicine, but that does not work on gojo. the angrier – the better. he wants a reaction. he wants attention. he wants your despair served on a platter for him to lick clean and mouth, “delicious, thank you, more please.”

it's the silence and ignoring he can't take. it's like a personal insult. some deep rooted fear you hope he'll choke on.

gojo claims to hate you quite loudly. boisterously, even. wears his spite like a badge of honor, keeps it nice and clean pinned to the lapel of his uniform.

yet everywhere you go, he’s there – by your locker, outside your dorm room, on every mission you’re sent on, and always in the places you frequent. it's not exactly stalking, but it's like...gojo's way of being just as clingy without getting called out. you have called him a stalker. he laughed, pointed, and said, "what kinda idiot would even want to stalk someone like you?”

out the women's showers, you waddle to the common area. there's a vending machine, and you’d like a bubbly drink to refresh yourself. first, from the moist heat of the showers and then from the humid summer just outside the window. it’s peaceful, despite the temperature. the water still clings to your skin.

you just to locate and rejoice the last bottle of cola before you feel eyes on the back of your neck. of course. of course he's here, and you didn’t even hear him. of course.

"ugh," you groan aloud, fingers stalling against the cold buttons

"your ugliest pj's?" you startle from how loud he is, right next to your ear. too close. he’s always too close.

he makes sure to whistle long enough to make you squirm away. fuck him, he towers over you. can’t see his eyes underneath those super expensive designer glasses, but you know they keen for your reaction. once, to shoko, he said he bought them because they looked cool. unprompted, uninvited, unwanted, you chirped that they looked dumb as hell.

"whaddya got there?" his fingers press into your spine, and maybe he uncovered a new technique to turn you into stone. there is absolutely no personal space in this equation. he has none, and he has no concept of invading yours. with anyone else, maybe you wouldn't mind.

keep cool. you’re cool. stone-faced, unmovable. you don’t care if he’s trying to claw into your marrow with his neatly trimmed nails.

you hesitate for a single moment before you punch in the number. the machine whizzes and thunk, “fuck off, please,” you say, bending down to snatch your drink. he hums, sounding too satisfied for your comfort.

"you're gonna fuck yourself up on all that carbonation. never thought you could get any more hideous, but alas!"

you turn to him, and he has the good sense to move back a step to avoid the mouth that’ll insult him. there's a twitch to his brow, and an ease to his smile as he regards you leisurely. the latter is almost never a good thing. it means he's really enjoying this interaction.

if you shake your cola enough, maybe you’ll be super lucky and the spray will land on his face. now that's an idea. but even if you caught him off guard, his cursed technique would likely be in motion and the soda wouldn't touch him. how troublesome. a waste of a drink. you decides against it.

gojo leans on the vending machine. his own personal attempt cower her into submission. for what exactly? no one knows. maybe getou would have an idea, if he’s merciful enough to share. when you don’t say anything or flinch away like ijichi often does, he sighs heavily.

"aw, are ya still mad about last time? that was days ago. c'monnn, kami-”

"don't say my name."

"i forgot. kawakami-chan doesn't like me, right?"

you thought about switching schools. kyoto tech is also very good. you’d be at peace there. utahime hates gojo just as much as you do, and you have already bonded closely over this shared distain.

it's likely gojo would transfer after you. just to spite you.

"don't you have anything better to do than harass me?" you question.

the most infuriating thing about gojo, and about this situation, is that he’s happy. when you’re like this – huffing, shoulders taut, and frowning – he seems to be enjoying himself the most.

"don't pretend like you don't like it, kami-chan."

this asshole has a god complex. he seems to truly believe the earth would have ended up in a heap of smoldering ruin if not for him. to be fair, he's probably right, but still. you would first bite of your tongue than admit to that. you have considered a lobotomy to get the idea out of your head, but in the joke that is your life, gojo would likely be holding the orbitoclast.

you resent him so much you find yourself burning in his presence. it's like he took a personal class to master the art of pestering.

"doesn’t this ever get boring?"

he laughs, pressing a hand to his cheek as if embarrassed, "i never get bored of you, kami-chan. when are you coming back to the field? been too busy hanging out with losers to do some missions?"

"how pathetic must you be," you snark, "to be thinking of me when i'm not there to torment."

gojo ignores you and moves to tug at your top. the audacity has you reeling, and you attempt to smack his hand away only for it to be stopped at the last second, "yup," he inspects the quality of the fabric, his teeth flashing and making his already smug features look haughtier, "cheap.”

you open the can so forcefully the contents fizzle and spray on your hand. gojo grins so hard you expect his face to crack in half. if only.

"can i have some?”

"stop touching me," you hiss, trying to slap him away again, "why are you always touching me?"

gojo sidesteps. the dodge and dash he does, coupled with his agility, is incredible. had you not seen his many victories in battle, or spent any amount of time with him, you might be enamored. impressed, even.

perhaps that lobotomy is still an option.

"just," his arms dart out to pin you to the vending machine and you immediately aim a high kick to his thigh. but, of course, his infinity protects him. bastard. he doesn't let up though, and those hands slide along the expanse of your thighs until they meet your sides, leaving a warm trail, "makin' sure i can see all of these pores up close."

gojo, as disgusting as you often think he is, does always have a bit of honesty in his insults. you want to scream, maybe, because your pores are fine. great, even, you’ve invested into a new skincare routine, and it’s clearly working. it even works on shoko’s dark circles. he’s so full of shit, it's nauseating.

"fuck off," you shove his hands away and gojo lets you, surprisingly.

"really gross," he comments.

"you're the gross one. self-absorbed stalker."

gojo, an absolutely foul looking monster if you’ve ever met one, waggles a finger at you.

"careful, kami-chan," there's no trace of warning, only amusement, "we wouldn't wanna accidentally bump into each other too many more times."

his meaning isn't lost on you.

you hold up a finger, too. right in his face. pause. take a sip of your soda. there's no reason you should indulge this maniacal sadist in any capacity. gojo has an aura. an attitude. he comes off as unrelenting, and for all intents and purposes, he is unrelenting. in and out your life, an unshakable constant, with a lopsided grin and piercing eyes. you hate him.

you try to sidestep and flee to your room, but he blocks you. step. block. step. block. step block. stepblockstepblockstepblockstepblock-

"god! you're fucking infuriating," you explode.

you want to clock him, strangle him, castrate him, kick his head through the concrete. he's ruining a perfectly nice evening. what is it about you that he just loathes to see, so much so that it drives him to see you hurt all the time? is he truly so bad off? does he live a miserable and joyless existence?

"thanks," he looks genuinely honored, "but how'd you come to the conclusion, huh? after a little brainstorming session or-"

"what do you want?"

"lately?" gojo taps his chin, his tongue poking out, "seemed like you needed some space, so i just waited around here till you were done."

christ, he really is a stalker. you’re starting to worry he's like, actually insane.

"but now we can hang out!”

"i'm going to bed," you declare.

gojo ignores your announcement. gojo always ignores whatever you have to say.

"where we heading? your place or mine?"

"you are not going anywhere with me!"

he reaches out to flick your temple. it's so juvenile it takes you by surprise. your hands immediately fly up to protect yourself.

"huh," his face softens as if you’re this small, pathetic thing. not pity exactly, but definitely a worrisome expression, "look,” he snaps his fingers, “look. look,” he snaps them again and you will tear your hair out in 83 seconds if he doesn’t go away immediately, “we both gotta take a mission, right? might as well go together."

"go with suguru,"

gojo sighs dramatically and his whole upper body collapses, like he's pretending you kicked his shin. you reel back a bit from the proximity.

"mmm, but suguru’s so uptight lately," he comments. that’s good. getou suguru, ever the diligent one, was the first person in your sorcery class who made you feel welcomed. you quite like him, but the fact that his best friend is gojo implies there's something deeply wrong with him. you really don’t want to know what.

"go with shoko then," you state.

"shoko's just..." his arms jerk violently as if he's pretending to smash a plate, "not really on board with my mission types lately. says she can’t leave our only doctor since the patients are dying before they have a chance to enter the trauma room."

sad news for shoko, but your mind works quick.

"go alone," you smile, tilting your head to the side. the motion seems to catch his interest, "and don't come back."

gojo clicks his tongue, clearly peeved. victory. you relish this tiny bit of triumph. he starts to walk away and you watch him retreat, hopefully from your life, "i can't,"

"no way you've fallen so far."

"suguru told me to check in with someone before going on my own. it'll just make him and yaga-sensei super worried!"

"oh no," you chime, "i think you should go alone. and die."

he laughs, "come on," a pause, "it'll be fun! team-bonding and shit."

team-bonding and shit is you having a cola and reading a magazine. not fighting alongside the man who torments you like you’re some sort of pet: ‘kami-chan, do a split,' ‘kami-chan, do a roll,' ‘kami-chan, how big is your cup size again?'

the most effective way to hurt him is silence. you turn your eyes away and hum. this must be done delicately. if he catches even a whiff of your intention to flee, he’ll barge right after you. get you in a headlock and make you cry, because maybe he’s grown demented and will enjoy the sight of your tears.

with as much ease as your taunt muscles can muster, you casually pad in the direction of your room. he hasn't tried to tear down your door yet, but that's likely because the senseis would have to reprimand him.

gojo won't leave you be though, will he? as if it's a struggle to keep pace with you, he follows closely and peppers you with requests:

"come with me."

"shut up."

"we can grab dinner and-"

"you can shut up."

gojo sings, "team-building exercise, you're supposed to make a comrade's wishes come true, so come with-"

"i'll kill myself if force me to go with you. stop begging. it's so lame."

he laughs so loudly and unexpectedly that you jolt. this asshole thinks your threat is baseless. it isn’t. you’ll do it, or so god help you. you aren’t one to bitch out on anything, and maybe that’s why he’s so intent about this.

you wish he'd just give up, but it's highly unlikely. he's stubborn, and you aren’t enough to bend him.

"are you implying you'd kill yourself in front of me? for what? to mess with me?"

your face is very serious when you say, "yeah."

"shit, and you expect me to not want to see that? sorry babe, i'll have to tag along," he grins wickedly and you find yourself fighting down a spring at nausea at the sickly pet name. that’s a new development.

you move to stomp away, but he's right there to cage you to the wall. no, please, you’re at your limit. you might crumble into a heap on the floor and never rise again, even if he consistently poked at you for days.

"come," his glasses slide down his nose a bit and you’re met with gleaming, impossible, revoltingly beautiful blue eyes, "on," and he leans down. this close his infinity is gone, and you can feel the hard planes of his muscles, "a mission with me."

"kill me," you bite out.

you don’t like this, nor the rising fluster or the scent of his cologne. he always smells fresh, even in the summer months where sweat sticks like second skin. the cool wall against your back has your skin prickling. maybe this is a new advanced torture method. much more effective than waterboarding, which you would willingly take if that meant he’d let you go.

why must he be so tall? the sunlight bleeding from the windows douses his hair in a halo. it’s completely deceptive to how absolutely giddy he looks. your breathing picks up. what a nightmare. you’d attempt to knee him again if your limbs weren’t suddenly immobile.

he leans forward and murmurs, "is that an invitation for some freaky shit? cuz i like where we are now."

"gross!" you lean back as far as possible.

"i knowwww," he's undeterred by your snappiness, "seriously," he tries, "what else are you doing tonight, huh?" and you wonder why he's getting closer as your neck protests, "don’t tell me," there's a lilt to his voice you don’t trust, "you afraid you can't handle me?"

"is sexual harassment on your daily agenda?" you bite.

he moves away slightly, looking perplexed, as if you’ve given the world's toughest question. his posture becomes defensively slouched. a frown pushes his brows together and for once, the smooth talker has no quip or response.

you’re not one to look a gifted horse in the mouth and scramble.

"hey, hey, you didn’t answer!” he calls out, rushing after you, "hey! kami-chan, where'd your manners go? i need a clear answer."

damn pride. damn self-respect. you’re fleeing.

gojo doesn't let you get away that easy. your path to sanctuary is obstructed again as gojo halts you by plucking at your shoulder. you shake yourself off like a wet cat and bail. yes, you’ve resorted to running, but your room is just within reach.

"why are you running?!" his whine echoes down the empty hall, "answer the question!"

just a bit more and-

he catches up with you and hauls you up by the armpits, spinning, laughing. you squirm, and there goes your drink, your damned, tasty drink. all his antics have been on the short side, but he's never done this before: cradle you against himself, as if he was going to play catch with you.

"let go, creep!"

"creep?!" his voice is scandalized but still mirthful, "for all my gentlemanliness, huh?!"

he tosses you and you can barely right yourself with a solid landing. that's new too, the physical handling. why today of all days has he decided to pick your fights with his hands? does it make you less immune? why are you wondering? you should be running.

"and anyways, where'd your manners go huh, huh, hu-uh? no thank you when a nice gentlemanly guy takes the time of his day, the greatest guy, the-"

you might go insane. actually snap and go coo coo coconuts. kill everyone. this might be the beginning of your villain origin story. your personal vendetta to kill gojo satoru.

"seriously?!" he yells, and you open your eyes (you don’t remember closing them. it's probably a last resort sort of deal. if you can't see gojo, gojo isn’t real), and gojo's much, much, closer.

"would you mind-" you hiss.

"really," he chides, not an ounce of his good humor on his face, and you’re unable to tell if he's taunting or sincere, "all those classes you went to when you were little, and you still can't pay attention to the first thing a good guy says? do i have to spell out your obligations for you?!"

"would you kindly go fuck yourself and allow me to exist in peace?!" you shriek.

a door down the hall opens, and someone, maybe a fellow student or maybe a teacher or maybe someone unrelated all together, pops their head out the crack of their bedroom. you see this in slow-motion, watch a silhouette tilt their head and stare. it's so stupid it could be considered a scene from a comedy.

"would you two keep it the hell down already!?" your would-be-rescuer screams.

gojo glances to the side, unbothered but maybe curious. you run. before gojo can pick up his wits, you slam the door to your room open, lock it, and even fumble a deadbolt for added assurance. your room is dark save for a nightlight plugged into the corner.

your legs are shaking. you feel like throwing up. you’ve never been so terrified in your entire life.

the news reaches you via a text from shoko a good few hours later. gojo goes on the mission alone.

'please die please die please die please die,' you pray.

he returns an hour later, unharmed and cheery.

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valentine-writes · 1 year ago

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Spot nation is here humbly requesting again u-u One of your recent works breifly touched on The Spot getting protective over an upset reader. Would love to read your take on expanding that concept. :^] Make it as lighthearted or serious as you like! Maybe the reader has to tell him to chill out instead. Like, we love you queen but take it easy. No worries if this isn't smthn you want to do! Loving your writing in general! Take care :>

「 tws + notes: POSSIBLE FLASH WARNING FOR THE GIF BELOW THE CUT?? (jus to be safe!! idk if this is needed or not-), no tws, unedited, super silly moment from me im not in a slash srs mood 」

「 gn!reader, can be platonic or romantic <3 」

↳ ft. johnathan ohnn/the spot

author's note: AUWWHJWAB HELLO!!! u are so so polite omg thank u so much ! ^_^ i luv tha enthusiasm i've been seein from spot nation tbh!!! o((>ω< ))o i'd be happy to expand on that hc! im gon make it a little teeny tiny bit more lighthearted becuz i luv myself some silly hcs but here we go!! super duper soz if itz a bit short anon </3

▸ i think i like writing the spot as a silly lil dude who is jus tryin so so hard. but also he did work for Fucked Up Evil and Co. (alchemax is just brimming w/ all sorts of brilliant minds with horrifying ideas in the name of science. kingpin ran this shit and would not have it any other way) like he's not beyond being an absolute menace he just didn't have the means for it at the beginning of the movie. so we're gonna keep it lighthearted and silly but,,,

we're gonna keep this in mind too, yeah?

▸ you're incredibly dear to him. he's become a little more protective than he usually would be (can't have you being taken away from him! not after literally everyone else in life life ditched–) and it's just the littlest bit unhealthy.

he really does mean well! you just find yourself reminding him to dial it down a bit.

▸ especially after he's gotten a hang of using his powers?... he's got the means to keep you from harm. he may still be insecure about his appearance, but those thoughts can be (temporarily) satiated when he knows what he can do.

the power at the multiverse, in the palm of his hand

i mean. you can't expect him to not want to defend you with it.

▸ you remind him, time and time again that he really doesn't need to check up on you that frequently. in spite of this, he can't help peeking into a portal, just to check on you here and there.

"i swear to you, i'll be fine." you tell him, time and time again- and he trusts you, he really does. but it doesn't hurt to be absolutely, positively, 100% certain, right?

▸ on the days you're upset because of a particularly bad day (not specifically conflict with people, just little things or internal issues, etc, etc... the Horrors,,,,) he offers the support he knows that he'd want.

if you're a person who's obvious with their emotions, he's pretty okay with picking up the cues you're not doing fine. will start up a conversation and then awkwardly ask if you're doing okay.

it's a little more tricky if you're subtle. overtime, he learns what to look for- little signs that indicate you're not doing well- and ensures that he's straightforward in asking about how you're feeling.

and sometimes, he able to sense that something is off. there's a tension in the air neither of you want to talk about, a feeling in his bones that he can't quite shake. he dislikes this the most. mainly because it's easy to attribute this feeling to overthinking. he'll check up on how you're feeling anyways. even if it takes a while to muster the courage.

without fail, he feels his heart break a bit when you look up at him with the saddest expression he's seen on your face. your frown is almost painful to see :(

he's got a very formulaic strategy in his mind that he uses to help you deal with bad days

something like this mefinks,,,

[ step a: he starts by asking what's going on with you... ask how you're feeling and all that. if your mood is negative, he'll try to ask why and if you wanna talk about it ]

if you choose to take up the offer, go to step b. if you refuse, go to step c.

[ step b: listen! provide support, be attentive. he'll let you rant, scream about it (ok maybe not too loud though, but,, y'know. if it helps, it helps), cry- anything. if you do cry, go to step d ]

[ step c: distract!! distract, distract, distract. you got a favourite comfort show or movie? he tells you: hey, you haven't watched it in a while (even if you have), why don't we put it on? your favorite video game? he'll play with you! talk about your favorite things or talk about nothing while you grab a snack or drink. he knows avoiding stuff isn't gonna work for long term problems, but he's more than willing to cheer you up ]

[ step d: SILENTPANICSILENTPANIC... internally he's just kinda freaking out because it's hard to see you cry. he's not awful with comfort- just a little stiff, y'know? much better with distractions. but in the event of you crying: he'll rub your back, wrap his arms around you. or give you space (depending on what you need) probably goes "hey, no, no no- it's okay, it's okay-" while attempting to soothe you. gives you time to cry it out while he babbles reassurances under his breath. ]

he really does try his best (´꒳｀。)

▸ if you're beefing with someone and it's making you upset, he'll listen to you complain about them. out here nodding and agreeing with you like he was there to witness. again, he's got your back!!

(this part partially inspired by @//spdrslayr 's posts!!) in interest of cheering you up,,, you two make fun of the person.

if you're someone to openly bitch about someone and aren't afraid of getting a little mean behind someone's back,, he's making fun of them too.

of course, if you're like "noo,, but like,,, that's mean-" he's quick to remind you what they did. like they had the audacity, there's no need to be sorry.

if you're consumed by harrowing guilt anytime you're remotely rude (even behind someone's back) he'll tone the jokes down. just a little. he can be VERY a little out of pocket.

likes watching you try not to lose it, stifling laughter, as you share a moment over mutual hatred for said person

"hey– that wasn't.. that wasn't funny–" you're snicker, doing very little to hide the obvious smile on your face. he loves seeing your face brighten, the frown on it now replaced with a grin you just can't hold back

he's gonna crack jokes about them randomly too in your conversations. he's good at holding a grudge yeah,,, but at least in this case he's funny abt it. it's lowkey starting to sound like he was wronged instead of you.

▸ if someone hurts you? that's a whole other story. (hehe. whole- my bad.)

being inconsiderate, rude, and mean to you is one thing, but bringing physical harm to you?

he can't stand the idea that someone would want to harm you. it doesn't matter what happened in the events leading to it. he knows you didn't deserve it. he knows it. the minute he sees the tears stinging in your eyes,, the bruising on your body– the blood–

someone's going to have to answer for it.

(but im not talking abt him tryin to rock someone's shit becuz that would be 10x longer blehhhh :p)

#possible flash warning #the spot atsv #across the spiderverse #atsv #atsv x reader #the spot #the spot x reader #the spot headcanons #johnathan ohnn #johnathan ohnn x reader #johnathon ohnn #johnathon ohnn x reader #again tagging for this guy. ueueueueueu.... soundsns of cryhing....

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innocentimouto · 1 year ago

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Positive ways to explore Jet

The Older Sibling

Him being very good with kids. Not to the point of shielding kids entirely from war because...war. Also him taking the role of the adult to the point he ignores a lot of his emotional needs and possible ways he could be wrong. Swearing to protect kids under his care at all costs.

Jet walking into a village and seeing some kids suffering and wanting to help, but if it would endanger the kids he already has with him, he won't risk it.

Jet actually falling for Katara and the Freedom Fighters noticing and wondering if he'll back out from the plan and Smellerbee getting angry and Jet promising that they always come first even though he likes Katara.

(I said positive, not healthy)

Not having faith in the Avatar

What's his view on Aang? Is he a kid to him, or does being the Avatar make him an exception?

For someone constantly painted as an extremist by the fandom, he's not interested in getting Appa to help them or in the fact that Aang's the Avatar. None of the kids are excited about it either. Book 1 had a lot of characters treat Aang differently just because he was the Avatar, whether positively or negatively.

Jet didn't care. There has to be many people who gave up hope on the Avatar. What did they go through? Did they lose hope or did their parents lose hope and so the novelty of the Avatar was never passed on to them?

Exploring that along with Aang's heavy weight of having to save the world and then learning some people gave up hope and the guilt he could internalize from that.

Also Aang bringing hope to people! Aang trying to get Jet to be a kid like he did to Katara. Aang's habit of having fun and bringing joy to others.

Fine with being a villain

I'm interested in the idea that Jet could recognize how bad it is to hurt innocent people and children but seeing no other way to save the kids and himself. Jet ignoring the wrongness of his actions until confronted again and again and then he snaps that it's war, who actually believes anyone isn't getting their hands dirty. War isn't a cute little hero story where you have the power and luxury to always do the right thing.

Jet never allowing himself to sit with his thoughts because then he'll look at the kids around him and then look at himself and then look at how much land his people lost and wonder if he will ever recognize himself again, wonder if it's gotten to a point that he can't remember who he was before the war destroyed his home.

Freedom Fighters not being manipulated

Tired of the gang take. He's 16. He's in the same boat as them. Develop the Freedom Fighters more and their relationship with Jet. Show their reasons for hating the Fire Nation. Jet thought Sokka would understand his actions. There's no way he then assumed the people he lived with wouldn't. The Freedom Fighters knew what they were doing.

Well knew to the point that Jet knew, which is to say traumatized children in war.

Give reasons for why these kids didn't choose to live in other villages. Trauma. Talk about the trauma. They weren't kids playing at being vigilantes under some brainwashing cult leader. They lived in trees, near a village that we still don't know if it was occupied or taken over. Trees. Imagine the winters. How many of them died from the elements? How dangerous was it to simply stay in a village instead?

Have the Freedom Fighters be morally gray too. The show could have used more of what could cause kids to ever do something so extreme something something tragedy of war something something judge the victims less than the perpetrators.

Fascination with waterbending or bending in general

Just sleeping on Hakoda adopting Jet. Or just Jet forming a relationship with any Water Tribe people. The Fire Nation tried to wipe out firebenders, and Katara survived against all odds. Even if we didn't have his quick thinking over how bending could work, out of pure spite he may just be interested in waterbending or airbending.

Maybe have him work with benders. Another contrast to Sokka who disliked bending in the beginning but could still find ways for it to be useful while Jet is fascinated by bending and also good at utilizing it.

Loss of culture

Contrast how much Katara strives to preserve and talk about her culture while Jet forgot everything. The idea is so foreign to him that he questions why it would even be important. Que Katara passionately talking about how it's their identity and a way they're connected to their people which inevitably leads to Jet understanding this is another thing the Fire Nation took from him, which he subconsciously always understood.

And then we have Jet, Katara, and Aang and conversations about importance of culture

Earth Kingdom Nonbenders (and Haru)

I've posted this before, but have Jet, Haru, Teo, Jin, Song and maybe some Freedom Fighters band together. Explore their different traumas and personalities. Will Jet take the leader role? How will Jet and Song feel being the only two without fathers?

Will Song's soft approach to everything rub Haru or Jet the wrong way? Does Jin remember the war or was she brainwashed? Will Teo hide how his father helped the army? Will anyone pick up on the fact that teasing Haru for his bending is triggering?

Having Jet in a group where he isn't the automatic leader seems like new territory and a good way to explore his character.

Also have Jet befriend and clash with people he's not directly responsible for.

#Jet #atla jet #atla

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dear-sciaphilia · 1 year ago

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Why is Rhodolite always at Benitoite's mercy? I get it, it's an alliance. Rhodolite needs protection from Obsidian but so does Benitoite. Without Rhodolite in the way, Obsidian would have destroyed Benitoite already, so really, their alliance is beneficial for both nations, not just Rhodolite. And despite that, Benitoite seems to have some kind of leverage over Rhodolite. In every route, there's the "we can't allow other nations to get a hold of this information" (yes Benitoite including) because they're afraid that the alliance will be broken. If that's the case, then why is Benitoite never afraid of Rhodolite being the one to do the same? Rhodolite is tiny, that can’t be denied and without an ally, they're at Obsidian's mercy. But if Rhodolite does break the alliance with Benitoite and makes another one with Obsidian, Benitoite will be completely defenseless. Rhodolite's geographical placement is the only thing separating Obsidian and Benitoite and if that barrier between the two nations was lost, Benitoite would be fucked.

In Clavis' route, when Silvio invites Gilbert to his party and literally does what would be considered treason (if they ever held Benitoite accountable, which they never do) nobody bats an eye. If Clavis had been the one to do that, Rhodolite would be in big trouble. In spite of that, Emma is told to keep quite about this so they won't consider her a traitor but Silvio will come out of this completely clean?? He made a deal with the enemy, why is that not considered a treason? And the argument of "he's the first prince of Benitoite" doesn't work here because we all know that if Clavis' shady businesses came to light, it'd be the end for him, while Silvio basically has immunity.

Also didn't he show clear discourtesy to his ally national on multiple occasions with no reprimand. Everyone walks on eggshells around him, even when Emma thought he was a merchant in like chapter 9 (?) Of Clavis' route – while pretending to be the lover of the third prince mind you – Silvio could still get away with being an absolute ass.

This could be a way of showing that, even though Benitoite and Rhodolite are allies they're not on equal footing. It doesn't matter that they have a common enemy, Benitoite can't be trusted. I wish the game would point this out though because unless it does, the audience doesn't know if this is intentional to show how complicated politics are or if it's story contradicting itself.

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shirecorn · 2 years ago

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Hi! I love your art, especially when I see your Vonder worldbuilding on my feed! I just wanted to ask: what made you start wanting to worldbuild (and/or make Vonder specifically)? And what got you interested in speculative/fantasy biology?

I've been worldbuilding since I could talk! There was never really a start to it. I would make stories with my siblings and populate it with new rules for how magic worked. I have 2187493275893 different variations of "dragons" and what they mean, how they work, how they breed, etc etc. I grew up watching national geographic at every opportunity.

As a kid I was raised homeschool fundamentalist evangelical young-earth creationist and told that evolution was invented by the devil, while celebrating what the world had as wonders created to bring glory to god. Scientists were either misunderstanding creation or evil. I was very spiritual so I felt when I was inventing worlds and creatures in them, that I was communing with God. We were both creators, and I was made in his image.

Then got to college, took my first science class and got blown out of the primordial water by evolution. I thought "there's no way deer became whales lol. thats impossible and there would be in between stages all over the place.

Then I looked up "whale evolution" and guess what? there's in between stages. There's thousands of in between stages. There's a fossil record of the nose hole slowly inching up to the forhead to breathe air when surfacing. there's tessellations of the hips slowly disappearing from one ancestor to the next. So then I had to decide if every photo, specimen, paleontological dig, and diagram was a purposeful lie crafted by evil humans who knew more about god than I did and dedicated their lives to sculpting rocks just to spite him and lead christian astray.

I'm not a conspiracy theorist so I was like damn. Evolution real. What do you know.

Then I exploded

My creative potential was unlocked. Everything became possible. I could create imperfect animals that had quirks and holdovers from previous generations. I could mutate and reform and call back and stretch and bend the possibilities. I could appreciate the true beauty of how every animal is an imperfect attempt at fitting in, just as I am also an imperfect work in progress. I learned that what makes you different can be an advantage in the right environment. I learned about mimicry, about complex symbiotic relationships that evolved alongside each other in a beautiful adaptive dance. I learned about the first ancestors of bilateral animals. I learned to love the forces that turned creatures from one thing to another. I looked at all of the world and I saw it not as a flawless portrait of god, but as an active, breathing, and changing masterpiece created by the paint itself.

I loved it. I love all of it.

I started working immediately. My dragons split and split again. My unicorns developed parasites that evolved to feed on their magic. My mermaids started out as fish and turned their swim bladders into resonate cavities with which to sing their siren songs. Hunters hunted and the prey learned to run.

Life cannot be stopped from changing

I cannot be stopped from loving it

I see religion now as something humans created to be a touchstone of community and ritual. It's beneficial to have something to point to for ethics and routine, and an explanation for things we don't yet understand. One day I may find a place that fits and fulfills me.

for now I am free.

#ramble machine #ask #evolution #religion

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mariaxxxxx · 1 year ago

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Chapter 1 - The Sea Is My Destiny

Summary: To save your nation You are given as a bride to a sea god.

Warnings: 18+ ONLY/ Minors DNI, Angust, Hurt comfort, Sex, Apologies, Crying, Creampie, Passionate sex, virgin!reader, size difference, smut, soft!dom!, HEA, somnophille, slight degradation, duvious consent, pregnancy, arranged marriage, inexperienced reader, abortion commented, unprotected sex (don't do that wrap this thing), kidnapping, aftercare, curse words.

A/N: English is not my mother tongue. I apologize for any errors.

A/N: Reader is heavily implied to be Mexican but i tried to keep it as free to the imagination as possible

Work count: 1.331

Serie materialist

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His attentive eyes observed the people around him with some fear. However, before everything started to become scary, you were fascinated by being able to have time for yourself, to observe the people there, while the spokesman of your village loudly dictated praises to the gods.

You carefully observed the men dressed in traditional attire. They were always on guard, as if at any moment You could get up and run away. But You could feel the fear in those men's eyes; I could smell the fear exuding from their skin. You knew exactly why they were like this.

A discreet sigh escaped You, as you continued to observe the people. I could discern the fear, uncertainty and resentment between them, as if any wrong move would be a reason for greater misfortune. All of that was immense nonsense. On normal days you would laugh alongside your maids about how people were willing to fight over any nonsense. Now there were no handmaids, not anymore. It was just You and your uncertain future.

You noticed that the spokesperson had just finished speaking and was looking at You, as if waiting for your words. You waved briefly, dismissing him with your hand. The man went down two steps and stood next to his father, a leader who seemed the most spiteful of all, and his mother, who hid her sad face with a rigid look.

You stood up feeling inexplicable anxiety; the weight of saving everyone. The men who were beside you also stood up, but remained next to the throne where You rested. You clearly noticed how the eyes looking at You shone with expectation. You thought about smiling, but you were afraid you would start crying if your easy expression changed. They were foolish and needed to believe that You were confident that their sacrifice would be worth something.

“My people...” You began, your voice shaking. “I want you to know that I go in peace. My heart is happy to know that my sacrifice saved those I love.”

You stopped talking, waiting for the urge to cry to go away, but it didn't. You're back to speaking.

“I ask that you remember me with love, joy and compassion. Don't shed tears of sadness, celebrate my departure with music and dance. “

For the simplest people, that was enough. You were used to seeing your father hold celebrations to calm the people. But you realized that his speech didn't work for the tribal leaders. They looked at You as if all that wasn't real. But You weren't too worried about the opinion of those guys, since they failed to protect their people.

With a procession made up of your family members, musicians and dancers you walked through the city in your wedding attire to the beach. The entire city was celebrating as the threat had finally been neutralized. Legends and songs would be made in his honor; the young princess who was willing to marry a sea god to save her people from white invaders. As people rejoiced her name and flowers covered the path protecting her bare feet, You clenched the fabric of her dress tightly to keep yourself steady. You couldn't weaken, no. You couldn't show weakness in front of your people, in front of your mother, You needed to continue.

The threat came on a summer day, during the hottest day, large boats with white sails containing a red symbol arrived at the coast of their nation with weapons and violence. Men with skin as white as clouds in the sky wore iron clothes that sparkled in the sunlight. The white man used his magic weapons that fired iron balls, killing a warrior immediately, then came the disease, decimating an entire village in a few days.

You had lost one of your brothers to this disease, the oldest, the first, the one who would become leader of that people after the death of your father. The crown prince left behind a heartbroken mother, a wounded father, and a broken nation.

On a moonless night, over the waves of the sea, a man with ears that followed the direction of the stars and winged ankles appeared to his father. His father found himself falling on his knees for such a divine being. Man, God, offered his help to rid that land of its invaders, but something must be given in return. War and disease had taken all the resources of your nation, so it was up to your father to offer You; his only daughter. For some unknown reason the entity accepted.

When his father shared the news, his mother screamed, calling him the worst names possible. ‘’You demon! How dare you take my daughter away from me? I already lost one! I refuse to lose another one.” His mother had said with tears in her eyes. Her father only justified that she had other children and that sacrifices needed to be made for the good of the nation.

The council did not contest the action of its leader, your brothers were young to fight for You and your mother was alone. Decisions were made without knowledge; a dress was made, a procession organized and a marriage ceremony, without his presence, was held between his father and the entity. By custom you were already a married woman. Now, you walked towards your husband's house.

Her week was surrounded by beautification preparations; Her skin was bathed in scented oil, her hair was plucked and her mind was filled with information on how to please her husband on their wedding night. In her last days at home, her father was kinder to You, her brothers made a point of always being by her side and her mother started sleeping in her bed. The people were told how the young princess's action of giving herself to the unknown would save everyone and they praised her as a Goddess.

The courted followed to the beach where two enigmatic figures waited for You. You turned back looking one last time at your family, at your nation. It was not considered an auspicious act for a bride in procession to look back, but at that moment no one seemed to care about breaking traditions. You needed to see them one last time before you left forever.

His mother didn't shed a single tear when her gaze met hers; She knew that if she did, you would cry too, she needed to be strong for you. Her father had a firm look, but with a touch of affection underneath, as if saying sorry. And her brothers, her lovely brothers, waved their little arms and kissed her goodbye.

“It’s time, princess.” Said the Elder.

One last look was made before you turned and went towards the people waiting for you. As you approached those two figures, they began to take shape. A woman, an inch shorter than You, had blue skin and a strange brace that covered her shoulders, neck, nose and mouth. Her small body was covered by a red dress with details worked in black. The man was big, tall and muscular, also blue-skinned with the same braces as the girl. In his muscular hand he held a device similar to the one in his nose and mouth.

When You approached they made a kind of bow. Out of respect, You repeated the gesture, which seemed right, as they made satisfied expressions. The blue man approached You with that strange device in his hand.

“Do you want me to put it on?” You asked. The man didn't seem to understand what you were saying, he just tilted his head to the left side; similar to the gesture his father's hunting dogs made.

He took a few steps until he was too close to You. The device was placed on his face, covering his nose and mouth, the last thing You saw was the man's arms supporting his body before he fell into the sand.

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the-chosen-fanfiction · 2 months ago

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Jesus | Now That It Is Fulfilled | Platonic [Male Reader]

With the risen Jesus sitting at your table, you can’t help asking the questions on your mind about what will happen to the rest of you now that He has fulfilled the Messianic prophecies.

Requested by Jean-Paul

There exists no word to describe the ambiance hanging in the streets of Jerusalem in the days after Jesus’ resurrection. None had expected that Jesus would have risen from the dead in spite of what both the Prophets as well as the Messiah Himself had said. Things have started making a bit more sense now that everything is fulfilled through Him, but you still have much to learn.

Jesus had appeared to His followers and bestowed upon them the knowledge of the Prophets that had foretold what had to happen to the Messiah and what this meant to all the nations of the world. Salvation through Him and Him alone, through grace instead of works, for mankind would not be able to save themselves. There lays wonderful promise in this masterly plan that God had so meticulously put together, but you only now realise just how limited your understanding of the full picture is.

You aren’t the only one having questions, so it seems. One sunny afternoon you find yourself getting ready for dinner at the home of Simon Peter and Eden, having taken a seat next to the former tax collector who is anxiously penning away on his wax tablet. Although most Disciples have already arrived, there are still a few missing individuals including the resurrected Jesus Himself, so there is still some time before food is served. You lean a bit closer to Matthew, and although he has grown less tense over time, more comfortable in his own skin, he still jumps slightly when you speak to him.

“What are you writing?” He nearly makes a wrong scratch with his stylus, causing you to promptly apologise.

“Just… Just my thoughts for now.” Matthew replies, “I’m not sure if it will end up in my official account yet.”

You hum in thought, trying to look over his shoulder to read what he has to say. When Matthew realises you’re peeking at what he’s doing, he shields it with his arm.

“Hey, can’t I look at it?” you say with a small pout, smiling reassuringly. “You know I won’t judge you.”

Matthew sighs, removing his arm from your field of view. He allows you to read over the words that he had been so nervously scribbling down. As if afraid to be chastised for them, the son of Alphaeus looks away.

“Do you think it’s ungrateful to think that way?” he asks when you are halfway through the text. “To still be anxious about what will come next?” Usually, Matthew’s writings are more factual, containing barely any of his personal thoughts. This time around, however, he’s put his heart on paper.

Complex worries of what may happen now that Jesus has risen from the dead. Concerns regarding the safety of everyone involved, the conspiracy theories that might spark around Judea that this is all an elaborate hoax, fears that Rome will retaliate and kill Jesus for good this time. Not that they could even if they tried. That much is clear as day and Matthew is very aware of that, too. Still, it remains a thought that apparently seems to grip your friend in question, who is still waiting for your verdict over his uncertainty.

Despite being familiar with the prophecies about Jesus and seeing them in their full context now that they have been given their full meaning through Him, your minds are still mortal and subjected to human nature one way or the other. Although completely convinced of Jesus’ divinity and that through Him all things will be made new, you feel as if there is something missing inside of yourself.

“I must admit this has gone through my mind as well, to a certain extent.” you reveal to Matthew, who shifts in his seat to face you better now that he knows you won’t tell him off for doubting in spite of everything that has happened. “I know that with Jesus on our side we can go through anything, but… We now know that Rome will not shy away from killing us. That our opponents will persecute us. It is not beyond them. Yes, Jesus rose from the dead; literal death itself couldn’t hold Him. And yes, the Son of God is just that powerful! But… I can’t help but wonder what awaits us. Because I know that Jesus won’t always be here to aid us psychically. How can we ever do this without Him?”

Matthew gives you a small smile, relating to your words. “This changes everything,” he whispers, “This isn’t going to be a hometown thing anymore.”

“It stopped being a hometown thing a long time ago, Matthew.” you say with a sigh. The door swings open to reveal the few remaining people that had been expected to turn up. Jesus, John and Big James take off their sandals before joining the rest of you at the table. Eden waltzes around to hand out drinks and appetisers. Jesus takes the seat at the head of the table, as He usually does whenever all of you are having dinner here.

You’re just enjoying a bite of pickled cucumber when Matthew nudges you. “Do you reckon we should ask Him about it?”

You nod, earning a questioning look from the former tax collector. “Would you… Um… Would you mind asking it for us at an appropriate moment? I fear I won’t really know the right words to say.”

A small smile forms over your lips as you swallow your food. “Don’t you worry about it, Matt. I know that you do know the proper words. I mean, look at what you’ve written down!”

“I’ve never voiced it out loud.” Matthew mutters in a low voice so that only you can hear, at least attempts to, for Simon Peter tears a piece of bread from a loaf and sticks it into his mouth before intersecting himself into the conversation.

“What have you never voiced out loud?

The son of Alphaeus blinks, rubbing his neck in typical Matthew-fashion as he attempts to gather himself, put on the spot. When his dark eyes flicker to meet yours pleadingly, you take it as a sign to help him out. “That we are worried about what comes next. The two of us can’t be the only ones.” You turn to Jesus before Peter can comment and clear your throat, “Rabbi, may I ask You a question?”

Jesus hums and smiles knowingly as He grabs a piece of flatbread and dips it into a royal amount of olive oil. In spite of the resurrected, perfect body of the Son of God not needing any nutrients nor substance to thrive anymore, Jesus still seems to thoroughly enjoy the act of eating in and of itself. You can’t blame Him for that, wondering what it must be like to eat as much as you want without getting a tummy ache. Even you can’t escape the small bit of fat forming on your lower stomach anymore, inevitable as you age no matter how much exercise you’ve been getting during these past years of being on the road alongside the Messiah.

“Of course, (Y/n),” says Jesus as He takes a sip of water. You are momentarily reminded of His oath to abstain from drinking wine anymore before the Kingdom had come and decide to use it as your starting point.

Inhaling to speak, you lean a bit closer to Him as you formulate the question. “You said that You shall not drink of the fruit of the vine anymore until Your Kingdom has come. Here You are, risen from the dead, and yet You still drink water. Does this mean that your Kingdom has not yet come?”

The eyes of Jesus glitter kindly as He smiles. “Sharp observation there, son.” He tells you, “It indeed means that it has not yet come.”

“So when will it come?” Nathanael asks as a follow-up question.

“Only the Father in heaven knows that.”

“But I suppose that means that we’ve got work to do,” you continue, “Converting people to Your message, getting them to follow You and thus the path to heaven… Right?”

Jesus chuckles lightly. “You seem to still be under the misconception that one individual can convert another. That is not quite how it works. You should have known better by now that you cannot change another person’s heart, and that one has to choose to follow God by themselves.” There is no accusation in His voice as He explains it.

You sigh and smile a bit in response to His words. “Yes, I know that, but that’s not my point. My point is… What will happen next?”

Big James pipes up at that. “Yes! All of us are eager, Rabbi. Please, tell us what will come next.”

Jesus hums in thought as He puts the piece of flatbread onto His plate. For a moment, He lets his gaze go through the room to observe the following He had gathered over the years of His ministry. To outsiders, it might seem like a ragtag group of people put together just because their Messiah couldn’t get anyone else to join Him.

However, each and every one of you would be able to prove them wrong. In spite of your differences in background, experience and even culture, it all makes the message of the Gospel so much stronger. Everyone is in equal need of salvation, no matter where they come from, and at the same time, everyone is welcome at the Lord’s table, all united because of Him.

He is going to miss it.

“I won’t be able to stay with you for a long time.” Jesus tells you. Even though it is something you had already expected, it still makes your heart heavy with sadness now that He confirms your assumptions. “After all, My purpose here is fulfilled. Soon, it will be time for Me to go back to my Father in heaven and prepare for you all to come and join Me.”

“Soon.” you muse with a small hint of humour in your voice, and everyone chuckles lightly at the term that had become notorious over the past years due to its elusiveness. “How soon may that be, Rabbi?”

“You are asking a lot of questions today, (Y/n).” Jesus says with a small smile. “Let Me not worry you with semantics. I will go when the Father calls Me.” He may know more than He is letting on, but you decide to not pry.

“But what will we do once You are gone?”

“I was getting to that.” Jesus hums with a wink, “Your task will be to spread the Good News to the ends of the Earth. To the poor and the rich. The sick and the healthy. Man, woman, child. Everyone who has ears must hear about salvation from their sins through Me.”

“How will we do that?” Thaddeus wants to know.

Jesus takes a moment. “Once I’m gone, you will not be left alone. My Father will send you a Helper to guide you in your faith. Through Him, you will be able to do many things in My Name.”

“A Helper?” Matthew pipes up. “What’s His Name? Is it Someone we know yet? Is He from Judea, or…” his voice trails off as he waits for the Son of Man to answer.

“No, Matthew.” Jesus explains, a graceful smile over His lips. “You will see.”

“What else can You tell us?” you query, causing the Messiah to laugh out loud at your eagerness and curiosity.

“Even though I have a glorified body now, give Me a break!”

The lighthearted chuckle that goes through the room has the looming tension regarding Jesus’ upcoming departure fade away a bit.

“I want all of you to remain faithful. To remember that you are never alone, through nothing.” Jesus’ voice turns more serious as everyone’s food goes untouched. Even Eden has paused in her task of refilling cups as she listens to what He has to say.

“The years up ahead will be difficult for you. You will face many perils, meet people who will want you dead, for there is still great evil in this world that can not yet be taken away. It is not time yet. There is still mercy to be found until the Kingdom comes, and the Father wants everyone to be saved.”

“Are you saying we might suffer the same fate as You did?” Little James asks with a small voice.

Jesus whispers, brow furrowed together. “Yes. But I do not want you to be afraid. I have revealed Myself to you to give you a glimpse of what the Kingdom will be like. Now that you have tasted that sliver of My greatness, witnessed a speck of what eternity will look like once you are with Me and my Father in heaven, I want you to step out in faith of that Kingdom, and go out into the world in order to spread the news of it amongst the nations. There is room at the table for everyone, and you are the pioneers of something that will exist until the end of time itself, and far beyond that.”

Your heart flutters inside your chest at the thought.

“This life is like a grain of sand in a desert. Like a drop in the ocean. Being a true follower of Me will bring about danger, and persecution, and anguish for many, because the great evil in this world still tries to break your faith. To take apart what I have started to build by being here and doing what I did.”

Jesus speaks passionately about it all. You have forgotten when you’ve taken your last breath, as it sits tight inside your throat, afraid to miss a single beat of what He proclaims.

“But hold onto My Truth, no matter how difficult things get. None of you will have it easy. I Myself had to suffer through great things to accomplish what I did, for it was the only way for a just sacrifice to take place in your stead, for God is just without wavering.” Once again reminded of the way Jesus gave Himself up in order to save mankind, your heart skips a beat. It had been a perfect sacrifice, a masterly plan that had changed everything.

“Many of you will die by those who try to oppose My words. But what you will gain in the end is worth all the sorrow. With Me, your soul is safe. The safety of your soul is infinitely more important than the safety of your body. Your Earthly tent, your temporary flesh, use it to proclaim this message to the nations, so that they may be saved also. I cannot promise an easy fall, but I can promise a gentle landing. All things have been done through Me, clearing the path for you to the Father. That is all you need to focus on. As long as you keep Me in the front of your mind in everything you do, you will do great things in spite of the dangers you will face.”

Jesus pauses to let all of you digest His words. You commit them to memory. The Messiah takes up His bread, dipping it in the oil again despite doing so before, taking a bite as He thoughtfully gazes through the room. He chews slowly before swallowing, wiping his mouth on a napkin.

“When I called all of you, when you decided to follow Me, you gave up your old identity so that I could replace them with a new one. The identity that I gave you is one of confidence and faith. Sometimes, it might be extremely difficult to remember who you are in Me, but in the end it’s all that matters. Seek out one another, find a group of other believers to meditate on My Word lest you forget it to apply it to yourself whilst preaching it to the nations. As I mentioned, you will receive a Helper from heaven, but that still doesn’t mean that you can do this all by yourself. All of you may stand courageous in truth no matter what will come your way. That is all you need to know for now.”

You mull over His words as the others start to mutter amongst themselves, discussing what Jesus had explained. Jesus had warned about the perils of following Him before, but now it had become more real, and thus required more. It was the only way to bring about true, genuine faith, to trust in the face of evil.

“I think it will all be clearer once that Helper arrives.” Simon Peter tells you as he notices the look on your face. You nod at the older son of Jonah and watch how Jesus grabs yet another piece of flatbread as well as a bunch of grapes.

“I wonder what He will be like,” Matthew adds, “That Helper, I mean. Do you think we can see Him the same way we see Jesus?”

You shrug, unsure of the theory to be true or not. “Perhaps. But maybe not. I think that we must trust Him in this, too. Like we always have. To constantly remind ourselves of our own identity in Him, and that we need to hold onto it even when we can’t see Jesus physically anymore.”

“But we will feel Him, no?” Matthew queries. You’ve noticed he has stopped writing a while ago, choosing to fully focus on the conversation instead. His stylus lays untouched next to this wax tablet.

“I think so, yeah.” you say as you take a sip from your drink, watching how Jesus converses with Little James and Thaddeus on the other side of the table. The interaction is lighthearted and gives you a sense of peace.

With a deep breath, you conclude.

“Ever since Jesus said that it is finished, we have nothing to fear because of it. Whatever we’ll go through here will be temporary and just the smallest of specks compared to what we will gain. That, coupled with that Helper He mentioned… I think we will be just fine, no matter how things will end here on Earth.”

Peter and Matthew nod thoughtfully at that. Matthew writes something down on his tablet and you lean a little closer to him.

“For in your official account?”

He smiles a bit, shrugging. “I’m not sure about that yet. Regardless, it goes into my personal archives.”

You can’t argue with that, choosing to hold onto the words that Jesus had spoken to you and committing it to memory, locking it away deep inside your heart.

#the chosen #reader insert #the chosen x reader #chosen x reader #platonic #the chosen jesus #jesus x reader #the chosen jesus x reader #jonathan roumie

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tixdixl · 3 months ago

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"Happy 100th Anniversary" - Oisín's Platinum Jacket Vignette P1

[Land of Dawning – National Museum of Art]

Oisín: […the exclusive exhibit should be coming up here soon…To think they would be including artwork inspired by folklore beyond the Great Seven is really surprising.]

Oisín: [OwO oh! It really is here. Look at that, in the flesh~!]

Oisín: [Of course, they would depict the Headless Horseman accosting his newest prey. He truly looks dignified and powerful in comparison to the human man.]

???: I see you’re taking your time lingering on this one. I can’t say I find it too surprising that you would, with all due respect.

Oisín turns to acknowledge the other student.

Riddle: What caught your eye? The way he commands his domain? The connection and synchronicity between himself and his steed?

Oisín: [!]

Oisín: [Forgive my bluntness, I wouldn’t have expected you to take note of the dynamic with his nightmare. You have always had a keen eye for detail, but I thought you’d be more interested in the rider.]

Riddle: Oh, believe me. I am! However, any skilled rider would know to pay attention to the behavior and mannerisms of the horse. An unruly horse can clearly be identified in the beast before it even refuses a command. But if the horse is in tune with its rider and has an established respect, you will be able to see that in the way it interacts alongside its owner.

Riddle: I imagine this is probably new information for you, isn’t it, Oisín?

Oisín: [...]

Oisín: [Actually… uh… you might find this surprising to hear, but… I’ve spent quite a bit of time with equestrian creatures. ^^; ]

Riddle, looking shocked: Really? Well, that certainly is a surprise to hear. As far as I’m aware, you’ve never set foot near the Equestrian Club.

Riddle, smiling: You have me curious, what sorts of experiences have you had with horses? For someone as unpredictable as you are, I’d half expect you not to get along with them.

Oisín: [-_- ….right.]

Oisín: [•v• …to be honest, I’d had my boys, Phobos and Deimos for a long time. They lived very very fulfilling lives. Full of activity and work.]

Riddle: Quite regal names! Powerful and dark, and I can imagine they had quite the personalities to match.

Oisín: [They did, yes. But they were probably the most excellent nightmares I could have ever worked with–]

Riddle: Oh, they were Nightmares?! I’ve read a bit about them, but I always assumed they were simply creatures of myth.

Oisín: [UwU Nope! Nightmares are very alive and well in the plains of Briar Valley. Though likely hard to spot and arguably harder to tame, they do roam freely in herds.]

Riddle: Are they largely feral? I’ve only ever seen herds of domesticated horses here and in the Queendom of Roses.

Oisín: [I mean… UwU do you really think we could domesticate an entire species of fae?]

Riddle, irritated sweat drop: Fair point.

Riddle: I’m curious, did you tame yours yourself then?

Oisín: [^^; No, they were actually gifted to me a very long time ago by someone important to me. Phobos and Deimos do come from a rare sub-breed of domesticated nightmares. They were bred with the very specific purpose of being work nightmares. The only real flaw at the time was that they had grown up as a bonded pair, so separating them was quite frankly out of the question. Not that I ever complained though; I couldn’t imagine a life without the two of them together honestly.]

Riddle: When did you get them?

Oisín: [Oh, a long time ago now. But I got them when they were still young. Lively and full of spite, to be quite honest. The day that they were gifted to me, Deimos nearly kicked me in the chest. He kept bucking and whinnying and hopping around, like a child throwing a temper tantrum. Also nearly caught the field on fire with his mane and tail, thrashing around everywhere. Honestly, I was just really fortunate that there happened to be a couple of fuaths in the nearby river. They helped keep the flames at bay, at least until we got him to calm down. ^^;]

Riddle: Oh dear, well I’m certainly glad to hear that it didn’t result in any sort of wildfire! Did anyone get hurt?

Oisín: [Fortunately, no. Not seriously, at least. And to be completely honest, the best part of the entire thing was the cooked fish we got out of it. Can’t say the boys were too happy, but my caretakers and I ended up having a laugh about it after the fact.]

Riddle: …

Riddle: Wait, I remember reading somewhere that Nightmares, like other fae like creatures, can live for centuries. How long did you have them?

Oisín: [OwO You know, Mr. Rosehearts, some questions are better left unanswered.]

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Part 2

Part 3

Tag list: @ramshacklerumble @rainesol @elenauaurs @starry-night-rose @boopshoops

@cyanide-latte @blithesharem @theleechyskrunkly @thehollowwriter @inmateofthemind

@lumdays @the-trinket-witch @twstinginthewind

Lmk if you want added/removed

#twst #twst ocs #my ocs #my fan fics #twst vignettes #Oisín Anbás #Happy Birthday Oisín

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dolphin1812 · 2 years ago

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They’re here at last!!!

I love all of Les Amis, but their introductory paragraphs have also been pretty thoroughly analyzed - @everyonewasabird and @fremedon have pretty comprehensive posts on them from previous Brickclubs. Rather than go through them individually, then, I’ll try to point out some general trends that would be relevant to Marius (given that we meet them as soon as he’s kicked out of his house, we can assume there’s a connection):

The first major issue is the legacy of the French Revolution (1789) and the Terror (1793). All of the characters we meet here (with the exception of Grantaire) are attached to the legacy of the former, but they’re divided over the latter. Enjolras, for instance, is compared to Saint-Just – a more radical figure from that time period – and with his “warlike nature” and link to the “revolutionary apocalypse,” he’s definitely more in the tradition of ‘93 than ‘89, even if he’s attached to both. Combeferre, on the other hand, fears that kind of violence, only finding it acceptable if the only alternative is for things to stay the same. Like Marius’ newfound Bonapartism, all of their ideas come out of the clash and evolution of thought after the Revolution and the French Empire under Napoleon, placing each Ami in a similar position to him as they work out their ideas. All of them, though, came to a different conclusion than Marius, prioritizing the Republic over the Empire. At the same time, they’re all distinct from each other, too, revealing the diversity in French republican thought. With his limited exposure to political ideas outside of royalism (and now, idolization of Napoleon), the myriad veins of republicanism that the Amis offer broaden up the political sphere of the novel significantly.

On top of that, they’re a group; they can learn from each other in a way that Marius hasn’t had a chance to. Even Grantaire, who claims to not believe in anything, has friends, and while he distances himself from specific ideologies, his jokes illustrate that he’s familiar with them (for example: “He sneered at all devotion in all parties, the father as well as the brother, Robespierre junior as well as Loizerolles”). Marius doesn’t have friends or people to really work through ideas with. Oddly enough, the most similar structure to this that we’ve seen so far is the royalist salon. The key difference (aside from the obvious) is the chance to learn from different perspectives, whether that’s based on variations in republicanism, in priorities (conflict vs education, the local vs the international), or both. They’re not even all defined by their politics. Courfeyrac (who easily has the most insulting character introduction in the book) is defined by his character and personality first, with his political ideas mainly being a given from his participation in this group. These variations in emphasis, then, not only show us the diversity of their views, but the varying intensities with which they hold them (as in, you could talk to Courfeyrac about something that isn’t political, but you couldn’t do that with Enjolras) and how they’re kept together in spite of their disagreements (a common goal – a Republic – and many fun and socially savvy members). All of these factors serve to give a sense of liveliness as well, contrasting sharply with the “phantoms” of the royalist salon.

Les Amis aren’t very diverse class-wise, but they’re still better than the salon. Bahorel and Feuilly, at least, aren’t bourgeois or aristocrats.

Feuilly also brings us to the international level, far beyond Marius’ early attempts at imagining himself as part of a country. Focusing on the partition of Poland in particular, Feuilly advocates for national self-determination in all lands under imperial rule. The idea that a people should govern themselves was key to republican thought more broadly in that time (nationalism really took shape in the 18th-19th centuries), but to Feuilly, this isn’t just an issue of nationalism, but of tyranny:

“There has not been a despot, nor a traitor for nearly a century back, who has not signed, approved, counter-signed, and copied, ne variatur, the partition of Poland.”

The word “despot” ties this back to France in a way, with his rejection of despotism as it affects Poland possibly implying a similar anger at the same phenomenon in France. The Bourbons at the Congress of Vienna in 1815 were, after all, the same Bourbons who ruled during the Restoration. A quick note on Lesgle: I didn’t get the joke around “Bossuet” the first time I read this book. Then, I had to take a class on the French monarchy, and I was assigned a text by Bossuet of Meaux, court preacher to Louis XIV and fierce proponent of absolutism. His name seemed familiar, but it took me a while to think to check Les Mis? And now I think calling Lesgle Bossuet because he’s Lesgle (like l’aigle=eagle) of Meaux is one of the funniest jokes in this book.

#Les mis letters #lm 3.4.1 #les amis de l'abc #enjolras #combeferre #courfeyrac #feuilly #grantaire #Bahorel #Lesgle #bossuet #this ended up being much less organized than I’d hoped #But that’s OK because they’re here and now we can all talk about them!!

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geothewriter · 1 year ago

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Zutara Week 2023 - Day 2: Solstice

106 AG Winter Solstice

These four years have flown by at an unimaginable pace. I thought the two years I had spent with Aang had gone quickly. How foolish I was in that time. Oh how life was simpler back then…more dangerous, but simpler. Where would we find dinner? Where would we sleep? Would we be ambushed by someone trying to kill us? Would we survive the end of summer?

Now it's just meetings with foreign dignitaries each morning, and sit-ins with policy advisors in the afternoons. Do I prefer one life over the other? Of course, after all, these meetings are higher stakes. I’ve always wanted to make positive impacts on the world, and I finally can. Me. I’m making changes. The burgeoning Republic City was my idea, but no one needs to know that but me. Let Zuko and Aang have their glory for that one.

After everything, I made my choice. Zuko never had my heart early on, certainly not right at the start. He was bull headed, stubborn as a mooselion, and was actively trying to ruin the world’s only chance of a bright future. But…fate has a funny way of working. He became one of my closest friends after abandoning the future his nation chose and finding his way to us, though not without trying his best to make it up to everyone. I was the last to officially warm up to him, but truth be told, I was too hard on him back then. My heart hurt, and still does for how I treated him.

Funny how fate works. My husband and I just set up camp at the end of an extended hike through the South Pole tundras. I forced him to wear heavy furs in spite of his insistence that he didn’t need them. He was glad for them in the heavy winds. I made sure he knew that I knew I was right. Inner fires can only keep someone warm in this cold for so long.

We made it to the sacred spot my family always journeyed to on this night when I was growing up. A mountain of ice, trapped far inland and capped by snow, hid a cave for decades that only my family knew of. I took this man into the caves, and at midnight, as the moon reached its zenith, the lights began to appear. Fairy lights, we called them, reflected off every crystal within the cave. I drew him further into the cavern, to the end of a winding tunnel.

I introduced him to the pool of sacred water, the shrine upon which it was built, and the gateway to the sky above. Multicolored light rained through the skylight reflecting the dancing aurora from above off the water’s surface. We sat in silence for what felt like hours. The first moments of the solstice passed. The closeness was tremendous. I could feel my ancestors around us, looking upon who I had become, and who I was with. I just knew they were smiling.

We begin our journey back to reality tomorrow. Three days of hiking, then four by airship back home. Luncheons with dignitaries, dinners with advisors, evenings with him. Life could honestly not be much better. The future is bright.

~Master Katara, Fire Lady

If you like my writing, check out my other works over on AO3!

@zutaraweek

#zutara #zutara week 2023 #zutaraweek2023 #zuko #katara #geotheraider writes #atla #zuko x katara #zutaraweek #zkweek2023 #zkweek

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ganondoodle · 2 years ago

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so, i have thought more about what we now know about botw2 and honestly, setting aside the smaller things i am not a fan of (like the building aspect) my biggest gripes about it are the plot looking like its gonna be very generic, especially regarding ganondorf, while i hoped it would perhaps finally give us a little more interesting take instead good vs evil; and the oh so mysterious figure you see in in the trailer very likely to be hylia, since shes mentioned constantly in the first game (among other things like her design being pretty much a carbon copy of zelda for the most boring reasons imaginable)

and no its not just bc of my stupid little fanworks (that i do bc i love the franchise, as much as i am critical of it, it comes from being very passionate about it, hence me working my fan lore around the canon so it doesnt disturb it much, its more meant to expand it on parts i think are a little lacking without me trying to sound superior, literally just as an act of love (and a little spite ill admit that) to add something to it)- BUT bc i have little hope they would do anything more than just going full blown "this monstrous beast is pure inherently evil, and this is the pure inherently good white little girl goddess whos just protecting her god given perfect and unshakable good tm monarchy" with no little to no nuance (theres also alot more to be critical of the general structure and implications like racism, orientalism, nationalism, that while i can see alot of wrong or questionable things in the games i lack the eloquence to talk about in its full range) yes i am personally biased bc i just .. hate that kind of story/worldbuilding structure, but i dont think im the only one who would think of it as boring and .. disappointing?

i dont need ganondorf to be redeemed, i dont need him to be the good himbo bf that some people think all ganondorf stans want, i just want him to be more than to shout "i will conquor this kingdom bc i am evil and want it" and send a horde of monsters after you, at the very least id want the game to just aknowledge that there must be a reason for it, why it turned out like this

the zelda series and its world has so much potential, which is probably a reason for its popularity in fanworks, but also keeps not using it, no i dont expect a company like nintendo to deliver on all my hopes, of course not, im not that delusional, but the further i think and learn about this universe and concepts they created i find myself asking "why" more and more where the games never elaborate, never question

i like a clear structure, i like when your choices dont have a big or any impact on the story bc i want to live the story, not worry about every decision like i already do every second of my life IRL, i want to partake in a movie, in a theater piece i can influence the pace of but not change the outcome, yet i feel kind of ... ignored? let down? asking why and how, how do they know this is right and this is wrong, how do they keep enacting this seeing it never works out, keep saying defeat this evil, but evil yet returns stronger than before over and over, how do they never ask "is this the right way?", they say "we need to kill it more next time"

i know they are fictional little characters made up to sell a game, with a convevient plot point to ever repeat the same structure, but it cant be wrong to say "i love this world, i want to see and know more, i want to see it grow and change, break the cycle and be better, show me characters not puppets"

theres very surely nuances and ideas i am sorely missing bc i lack the knowledge of japanese as a language, culture, and mythology, but i dont think it invalidates all that i feel for it ..

.. right?

#ganondoodles talks #botw2 #tloz totk #rambling #long post #just to comment on the building aspect again #i think i dislike it so much bc it feels like the zelda world might be heading towards a too modern one #i dont like how alot of series of all entertainment treat industrialization as inevitable #that every world will have cars and planes and phones the way we have #botw took some modern concepts and very elegantly remade them into something that fits and doesnt feel out of place #maybe im just boring #maybe i just dont like alot about the world we live in and it pains me to see the escapist relief of it be turned into a copy of it #maybe im just autistic and think too much about stuff that doesnt matter #lmao #or something

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flurglhinge · 5 days ago

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President Dragon wants more gold, by Tom Scocca https://www.indignity.net/president-dragon-wants-more-gold/ Pratchett's slapstick British satire is not the stuff that somber dragons-and-sex prestige television, or swoony dragons-and-sex romantic-fantasy bestseller franchises, are built on. But Guards! Guards! was prescient in other ways. It's the story of how the threadbare, drunken Night Watch of the city of Ankh-Morpork responds to an attempt to overthrow the government. The scheme is to replace the city's existing corrupt, dictatorial yet pluralistic administrator with an outright monarch by manufacturing a crisis: the Supreme Grand Master of a secret mystical society plots to magically summon a dragon, plague the city with it, and then stage the dragon's defeat at the hands of an assigned hero, who will then by acclamation become a puppet king.

Early on, the Secret Grand Master contemplates his complaining, bumbling underlings:

What a shower, he told himself. A bunch of incompetents no other secret society would touch with a ten-foot Sceptre of Authority. The sort to dislocate their fingers with even the simplest secret handshake.

But incompetents with possibilities, nevertheless. Let the other societies take the skilled, the hopefuls, the ambitious, the self-confident. He'd take the whining resentful ones, the ones with a bellyful of spite and bile, the ones who knew they could make it big if only they'd been given the chance. Give him the ones in which the floods of venom and vindictiveness were dammed up behind thin walls of ineptitude and low-grade paranoia.

This book was published the year Stephen Miller turned 4 years old. Elise Stefanik was 5. Steven Cheung was 7. Kash Patel and Pete Hegseth were 9.

The summoning magic, powered by the rage of embittered mediocrities, works. The crisis unfolds as planned, the government falls—and then the dragon reappears, turns on its summoners, incinerates the would-be king, and seizes the crown itself. At this point, the public, prepared for a coronation anyway, embraces the dragon as its new ruler:

"The way I see it," said one of the revellers, halfway through a huge greasy lump of half-raw meat, "a dragon as a king mightn't be a bad idea. When you think it through, is what I mean."

"It definitely looked very gracious," said the woman to his right, as if testing the idea. "Sort of, well, sleek. Nice and smart. Not scruffy. Takes a bit of a pride in itself." She glared at some of the younger revellers further down the table. "The trouble with people today is they don't take pride in themselves."

"And there's foreign policy of course," said a third, helping himself to a rib. "When you come to think about it."

"What d'you mean?"

"Diplomacy," said the rib-eater, flatly...

"I mean let's say the ambassador from Klatch comes along, you know how arrogant that lot are, suppose he says, we want this, we want that, we want the other thing. Well," he said, beaming at them, "what we say is, shut your face unless you want to go home in a jar."

They tried out this idea for mental fit. It had that certain something.

Here is a clip of a Fox News panelist explaining that demanding to buy Greenland is actually a longstanding American tradition—"Back in 1867, Democratic President Harry Truman tried to buy Greenland"—and that the autonomous territory of the sovereign nation of Denmark, a founding member of NATO, "has a lot of minerals, very important for our country."

As the dragon king settles in, the human official forced to speak for the monarch summons civic leaders to the palace to inform them of their responsibility to bring treasure to their new ruler's hoard, and to discuss with them "the matter of...the king's...diet." ("The age is immaterial. Marital status is, of course, of importance. And social class. Something to do with flavor, I believe.")

They avoided one another's faces, for fear of what they might see mirrored there. Each man thought: one of the others is bound to say something soon, some protest, and then I'll murmur agreement, not actually say anything, I'm not as stupid as that, but definitely murmur very firmly, so the others will be in no doubt that I thoroughly disapprove, because at a time like this it behooves all decent men to nearly stand up and be almost heard...

But no one said anything. The cowards, each man thought.

#discworld #us politics #politics #in general

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hero-israel · 1 year ago

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I know you don’t like being sent stuff but this really annoyed me and I would like to rant a little. I already replied myself on Twitter but these ppl are literally just insane. Learning Yiddish as ‘anti colonial praxis’ and saying Zionism is antisemitic and attempted to wipe out Yiddish culture as if 1) some of the most dedicated Zionist’s were Yiddish speakers and Ashkenazi and 2) Yiddish was largely preserved thanks to the work of zionists and 3) was largely decreased in usage because of genocide and newer generations learning Hebrew in Israel as a national language/main language of communication and only using Yiddish around their communities, slowly diminishing its use. Unless I’m missing something there was no campaign of exterminating the Yiddish language or culture by Zionists at all.

https://x.com/moontwerk/status/1731673865112133883?s=46&t=EG0815iq-Yl0MxWghs-F_Q

What a pathetic account.

Someone rejecting mainstream Jewish culture and Jewish self-defense, today, because of some pre-Boomer shit from the 1930s? Pathetic. People need to get over shit like that. It is true that the Yishuv and early Israel did discourage or suppress Yiddish media, but that all ended before "Moontwerk"'s parents were born. It was temporary and reversible, and wound up very much reversed. Anyone who wants to address those who made PERMANENT AND IRREVERSIBLE removal of Yiddish culture needs to have the courage to confront goyim, and it is clear that account has none.

Viewing greater engagement with some form of Judaism only as spite against other Jews is also pathetic. The whitewashing of how all the first Zionists spoke Yiddish as their mother tongue, Ben-Gurion very much included, that's pathetic too. And the assertion that Hebrew in Israel is "a colonial language," while Yiddish in Europe is not, is beyond the threshold of stupidity that could ever be worth addressing. "Yiddish in Europe is anti-colonialist" is the Gen Z mutant of the old teabagger war cry "Keep the government out of my Medicare!". We can laugh at them, but it is never worthwhile to explain why, they will never get it.

The most pathetic thing of all is that "Moontwerk"'s performative contempt for normal Jews and Judaism is so transparently a desperate survival ploy, the obscene mirror image of how some German Jews thought they could win their safety through performative ultranationalist loyalty and support for Hitler.

As the insane tankie-left sharpens its fangs, there are those Jews who loudly proclaim they are fine with it as long as it doesn't come after them.

It will work until it doesn't.

#leftist antisemitism #judaism #yiddish #israel #jumblr

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shoyastars · 6 months ago

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Audrey Cinder

Hero of the Stars with a Hero of Sparks

Please remember that the fandom of Binary Star Hero isn’t for children, therefore no children are allow to interact or come in contact with the game or creator CONCRETEPARASITE. The game is intended for adults and should respect the the choices of the creator. Thank you for reading this and we can now continue.

Also:

Bold: Creed

Normal text: Audrey

Both Creed and Audrey are labeled as Pink for they’re characters are both somewhat important, yet not important to the story.

Pink: Somewhat important characters for a certain character, or certain part for the story.

“Feels like yesterday I became a hero… the times I’ve failed… the times I’ve won��”

“It really doesn’t matter!”

“But to pause for one moment in a situation of great danger….”

“Is like showing weakness…. And showing you how you aren’t ready…”

“Good thing I’m gout of that stage am I right?”

The audience would cheer or laugh after the hero Sparks answered a question upon their experience for being in the hero field for 4 years. National television always had its “flare” as people would say… for Audrey it would be a act, they learned from Binary Star himself that to keep you’re secret identity, it’s important to keep you’re personal life far away from you’re hero life as much as possible. Audrey couldn’t help but be a bit tired of acting like the go lucky hero all the time, now they knew how Ray felt… and he’s done this for years…

“Ahaha! Well aren’t you quite the wonder! Now tell us.”

“Hm?”

“What was it like being Binary Stars sidekick for you?”

Audrey could say the truth but was against it, they’d rather not use Binary Star as a tool for popularity, but the people love him, and once they hear you used to be his sidekick, they won’t stop wondering.

“Now, now. Didn’t I say not to talk of Binary Star since he’s not here?”

With that Audrey played it off in a playful tone, as to keep her cheerful act up.

“Oh we know, but the fans are just dying to know! Especially since we’re having this interview with you today!”

Audrey couldn’t help but feel a bit of spite from the interviewer, could they really not lay off? Yet again, it is their job to try and get people to talk. Especially when it comes to popular media….

“I-“

“I don’t believe that’s necessary.”

With her surprise Binary star…. Was here?? Nobody told her about this.

The interviewer smiled as he then sat down on the chair next to me, that was supposed to be empty.

“Good timing! I was just asking her what it was like being you’re sidekick for 2 years.”

He looked at Audrey with that obviously fake smile, he could read her mind. However her tone was all the more clear she wasn’t interested in talking about it.

“Now I don’t think it’s-“

“No, no! Please do tell everyone. I would like to know as well what you thought.”

Audrey felt annoyed, Ray was definitely being a pain in the ass on purpose…. Thanks a lot Ray!

Thankfully Audrey was able to survive the interview along with Binary Star’s games… She felt so tired, she gone ahead and changed out of her clothes that screamed out that she was Sparks, and changed into her usual comfort clothes of choice. Looking into the mirror however… She groans in annoyance, too much makeup… what was it with shows and looking their best? They do get it, the makeup kinda helps with the whole “keeping your identity a secret” thing, but still… there is a thing called too much…

After washing it all off she sighed, tired after a long day of work. She starts walking out the door, feeling the cool night air in the city.

“Hey Kid, think you forgot something.”

‘Great….’

With that Audrey turned to face him, not wanting to talk to him today. He handed her her phone. At least it was an important item.

“Thanks.”

The silence was thick. It’s been so long since they last talked. He was announced to be arriving in the city… but didn’t know exactly what the NAHA was up to yet again.

“Um… I’m just gonna…. Go…”

“Hold on one second.”

“Yes?…”

Audrey wondered what he could’ve wanted from her. He was never interested in talking to her before, the NAHA partially had him ask her to become his sidekick, due to other heros being occupied. It really did feel awkward.

“…”

“……”

“Have a good night.”

???

‘The fuck?’

That was weird….

Was he actually trying or was it just him chickening out?…… weird guy….

Audrey just shrugs and goes home to rest. Luckily tomorrow she has a day off.

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The next day when she woke up she was trying to enjoy her morning, She went to a small cafe, Waning Crescent. The quiet cafe brings calm, and less worry that people will recognize her. The employees are more easy to talk to, when they easy to talk to they mean don’t give a fuck what the latest new on hero’s are, except the ever so energetic Miles. Who was practically a hero loving fanboy. She enjoys their coffee, sometimes she has enough time before work to stop in and get a cup. However, today was a day they were glad not to be working to enjoy and savor their drink however long they want for today.

“Hello!”

“Hi!”

“Same as usual I’m guessing?”

“Yep, pretty much a regular here. How the job going for you?”

“It’s been a month and I’ve pretty much got things down, but Miles has not gotten the name down yet…”

“Miles… always the one to be a bit more silly.”

The cashier with the name tag labeled ‘Mistin’ let out a light laugh.

“Silly is an understatement… a bit of an-“

“Caramel Latte!”

“Oh that’s mine.”

Audrey got her drink and took a sip, as expected it was comforting as usual.

“You’re not in a rush today?”

Audrey shook her head.

“Nope, I’ve got the day off. I’ve Decided that I might as well enjoy my favorite cafe on my day off.”

“You sure it’s you’re favorite?”

Audrey rolled her eyes as she laughs a bit.

“Well unlike other cafes, you guys are more fun to talk to.”

“Really?”

“Mhm.”

With that the person with green hair smiles a bit.

“And you sure it’s not cause of the coffee?”

“Why can’t it be both? Having a nice chat and having a fresh coffee.”

“Is a latte even a coffee?”

The employee named miles questions as he comes out from the back.

“Hm, good question.”

“Let’s just stick to not asking questions and doing our actual jobs, Miles.”

Miles only shrugs, obviously not taking Creed seriously.

With that Audrey went to sit down somewhere comfortable. She enjoyed the somewhat peaceful atmosphere, they noticed Binary Star’s interview on the television.

‘Great…’

Audrey couldn’t help but feel annoyed anytime someone or something brought up hero’s especially out in public. She then brought out her phone trying to find some music to distract them, until they realized they left they’re headphones back home.

‘God damn it…’

Audrey then decided to try and just relax again. Until they heard Haley and Mistin talking.

“What do you think my dream job would be?”

“I dunno, a hero maybe?”

‘Them to?….’

“Pfft I really look the type huh?”

At this point Audrey gave up.

The door opened and suddenly a familiar person comes in, Audrey almost choked on her own drink seeing him.

That was Ray!

“Maybe your superhero name could be like… the Pessimist or something.”

Mistin laughed, without even noticing the guy behind him.

Audrey would’ve felt bad for the guy if only Haley didn’t make that joke, causing her to laugh a bit as well.

“Oh yeah? And what exactly would I do? Bum all the villains out so much they decide to go home?”

Mistin then unties they’re apron and mock a superhero pose. Audrey smiles a bit a light laugh coming out.

“You there, disgusting villain! Don’t you have any idea about the money you are stealing?”

Audrey tries to hold in yet another laugh. She can’t help herself.

“Inflation is on the rise! That money will be worth next to nothing in 2 years!”

Audrey covered her mouth with her arm, as to not cause Ray to look over at her, she doesn’t wanna deal with him outside of work. However the joke couldn’t help but be more than true.

“Pfft!”

Haley turned they’re back to Mistin.

“Wow you could totally go for it, you are even bumming me out!”

Even Mistin found the ridiculousness of it.

“That’s what I like about you Mistin.”

“You feel like the only other person that truly couldn’t give a shit about the heros.”

“Me and Creed both.”

“Even villains tend to have favorite heros.”

“You and Creed couldn’t care less.”

Haley seemed more interested now.

“Why is that?”

“Mom and Dad were never a hero fan household, so.. technology, like children like parents.”

“Mhm.”

“And Taxpayer money and all that…”

“Uhh… can I order?”

“HOLY!?”

Mistin jumped when they heard Ray’s voice, which surprised both Ray and Audrey. Audrey couldn’t help but giggle, causing Ray to look over to her.

Audrey couldn’t help but curse themself. They could practically feel his disappointment that she was there, Audrey only wanted to enjoy a drink at a cafe they like and this happens….

Audrey quickly gets out of there and decides to walk home. She does not want to be accused of following him outside of work, when clearly they were there first. She knows she’ll get a call later, but couldn’t care less.

After arriving at a home, Audrey laid down on her bed. Sighing as they thought about why Ray was in the cafe. He never been seen drinking coffee before. They’re phone began to ring, without looking at the caller she answered, probably the nagging old man Hershel himself.

“Ye-“

“So you go to Waning Crescent?”

“Agh!”

Audrey was startled to the point of accidentally hanging up on Ray. He never called them outside of work or called just to talk, besides he was once their boss so….

“Shit-“

‘Maybe I should call him back or maybe…. I should wait for him to call?….’

‘How the hell do I even call a guy who used to be my boss….. what if he doesn’t answer back????’

‘If he’s calling me it’s probably important, however he mentioned the cafe Waning Crescent… what could be so important about that he called me?’

Audrey’s phone buzzed again, this time she checked her phone. It’s Ray again.

‘Ok Audrey, don’t panic this time. Maybe it’s a secret mission that includes your favorite cafe. Maybe… A big criminal goes there and needs to be taken down. I won’t know unless I…. Talk to him….’

Audrey took a deep breath and answered.

“Hello…?”

“You sure hung up on me fast. Did you have something else to do?”

Awkward…..

“Um… yeah…. Totally….”

“For a hero, you’re awful at lying.”

‘Fuck……….’

“So about Waning Crescent.”

“Oh yeah… pretty neat place… is there something important about it?”

Audrey asked one of the important questions that came to mind.

“Do you know the employees there personally?”

That made her even more nervous. Was one of the employees suspected of being a criminal? They didn’t think one of em could be one.

“Well personally I wouldn’t say I knew them on a “personal” level but they are nice to talk to, even Mistin who works at the front, they’re pretty easy to talk to-“

“Mistin? How long have you talk to them for? How did it became easy?”

“Huh…?….”

“HUH?!”

“Agh! Don’t yell into the phone Sp- Audrey…”

“Well if you’re interested in a person I talk to on the regular, of course I’m gonna be fucking shocked! Why are you even so interest- wait…. Ray… are you…”

“Shit-“

“You like them don’t you?”

“No.”

“Liar!”

“Hey I’m not a-“

“Seriously do you think I’ll go tell on you to Hershel if I do?”

A pause comes over the phone on Audrey’s end. She sighs as she pinched the bridge of her nose in annoyance.

“How were you my boss?”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Ray you’re the top hero of the country with multiple abilities, for fuck sake you’ve managed to bring down the criminal rate when you arrived. You really think I’d have the guts to go tell on you’re ass?”

“…..”

“God you’re more likely to think you’re inferior to a rock if possible.”

“I take offense to that…. But… you really wouldn’t tell the organization?”

“What would I be able to do? Have them threaten an innocent person? That’s not exactly hero behavior. I’m a hero not a monster.”

Somehow Audrey felt like something had changed a bit in the situation.

“So you wouldn’t say a word?”

“How many times do you got to hear me until you get it through your thick skull?”

Audrey suddenly heard a soft chuckle, surprising her a bit. She’s never heard him laugh before.

“This is actually a first. Better not have lied to me, or I might as well hunt you down.”

“Uh huh. Now you’re interested in Mist huh?”

“You’re on a nickname basis?”

“Listen!”

“If you wanna woo them over you have to talk to them, I believe you already talked to them today, didn’t you?”

Silence

“Ray..?”

“I…. Well… kinda of….”

Audrey couldn’t help but grown in annoyance, he acts as if he hasn’t dated anyone before. Does she have to go over basic steps to talk to a crush??? Surely he’s loved someone before!!??

This is gonna be a long call….

——————————————————————————

When Ray had the free time to go in to the cafe Waning Crescent, Audrey managed to get off work and meet up with him in time. Audrey prepared for many scenarios and was confident he could woo them over.

“So! You’re going in there and talking to them! You got that?”

“It’s that simple?”

“Ray I know for a fact you’re messing with me.”

“No shit.”

“First drop that, second establishing a relationship between two people is important, so that means no running away! Try starting a simple conversation.”

“You really thought I ran away?”

“Did you at least have a conversation other than you’re order of coffee?”

“….”

“Exactly!”

Audrey began pushing him towards the cafe.

“You got this! Be sure to put yourself out there!”

With that she pushed him inside. Ray glaring back and her, Audrey behind the glass showing him a thumbs up in support.

After awhile Audrey didn’t see any progress or Ray talking with Mistin, she wonders if Mistin wasn’t working today, that was until Mistin comes out with a bus tub, Ray notices them. Audrey texts him on her phone.

“Go for it!”

Ray, didn’t even look at him phone, instead he started to walk towards Mistin, Audrey was ecstatic, that was until they noticed the they saw Mistin practically getting startled by Ray because Mistin was wearing ear buds…..

Well…… at least one thing was checked off, starting an actual conversation between the two. Audrey couldn’t help but smile. Therefore she gone after and went home, even texting Ray a “Good luck at work lover boy!”

Audrey smiled knowing today was a success, and expected Ray to be leaving them alone after this.

Little did they know… they’d be signing themselves up for something more than just helping establish a relationship with a crush.

To be continued!

If you want to check of which moment I mentioned in the story, this is where you can check it out!

Thank you for reading! And if given criticism! I’ll take it to better the character in the future!

#binary star hero #binary star hero vn #binarystarhero #hehehe #oc #bshvn

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It's been a minute — I have been so busy. I actually had some amazing things that I was working on sharing here at some point once I could come up for air. And then, this week happened.

Like many of you I'm sure, this week was not the week I thought I would be having. Somehow, for the election cycle up until the day before the election, I wasn't worried. On election day, I was promptly struck with a budding anxiety about where things could go. I went to bed feeling sick with worry; when I woke up, I spiraled, dissociated, and cried.

The worst part is, at the beginning of this week, I marveled to my wife that I had, for possibly a whole year, been feeling the best I had felt in at least ten years. More than not depressed, but really good. This is huge for me, as someone that has always felt I was born melancholic. Between conditioning, coping mechanisms, and what I do think is pure nature, I've always been a little bit like that. What happened this week could actually cause me significant backsliding on my day-to-day baseline as I begin to worry about my protections as a queer person, as a genderfluid woman, as someone with trans friends and family members, as someone that lives paycheck to paycheck already.

In my years of being a melancholic person by nature, I have also felt the touch of worldly personality traits such as wrath in a way that feels jointed to my aforementioned predisposition. When I feel depressed, I am quicker to feel ire, jealously, spite. I've felt some of those feelings this week, more than I have in a while. But those feelings are ever quicker to fizzle out of me than they ever used to be. I was mad, and I can feel incredulous and impatient often over what is happening now, but I don't feel any off-shoot feelings that I trace back to hate. Honestly, I wish no ill to anyone right now. I don't even want the people who voted for the worst option to become collateral victims of their choices. I think it unfortunately will happen, but I don't wish for it.

I am more fortunate than many others, as I don't live with anyone that targets my identity, nor do I live in a state that was red on the election map. I am supremely fortunate. It makes it scary in a way, that I feel we did everything "right" and yet we're getting dragged into this upcoming reality regardless.

But on Sunday before this all happened, I visited a church that filled my cup with hope and lifted me to make a big step up in some healing I really needed. I'm lucky to have a church that I don't have to hide my identity from. Since then I've heard some amazing, heartening messages in the aftermath during this week. While doomscrolling on TT, I discovered even more voices of Christians with progressive values that reject faux performative Christians who use faith to promote hateful values, and Christian nationalism. There is hope. I need to not succumb to my fear and slip back down the pit I finally crested out of. I want to stay afloat so that maybe I can do something for people who are not in a fortunate environment like mine. I want to be strong so that others don't have to be if they're not ready to be, or simply can't be. If I can keep a clear head, then maybe I can contribute to positive change that will be extended to others that need it most.

In the meantime, I was really heartened by discovering Texas state rep James Talarico, a progressive Christian democrat that supports protecting schools and decries Christianity used for the purposes of hate. I haven't lived in Texas in so long now and I'm not fully aware of all of his agendas, but I've seen some tiktoks of his messaging and commentary about Christian values to promote goodness and loving our neighbors. If TT wasn't sketchy about share links connecting back to your TT account I would link one here, so I'll say his post made on 10/27 of this year left me dumbfounded with appreciation. In times like this, it's nice to hear people with platforms with messaging that resonates with mine, as I start to feel even more like a minority in a raging sea.

I'm praying for all of us. I plan to make another saints list to share, hopefully in the coming week. I still get notifs for the first two I made and I'm glad that they might be helping people that need it. I'm not a scholar or an expert by any means but I'll do my due diligence as I can as I seek out information and make recommendations.

Peace be with all of you. There is still hope for us.

#✧ temple talks #if there are CWs I could use here please let me know #it's just a lot and I'm tired or else I'd guess a bunch of them lmao #cw personal #cw election

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