#with justice and righteousness

[halfblackwolfdemon]

Oh god, I love this so much!

Short DPXDC Prompts #921

During Bruce's multi year long journey in training to become The Batman, one of his teachers, a man his age, teaches him stealth and mechanics. Throughout the few months that Danny teaches Bruce Wayne, their relationship stops being mentor and mentee and far more romantic in nature.

[bruciemilf]

Dude bros will choke on their own dick cheese before admitting Bruce Wayne is autistic while saying "Bruce Wayne is just a mask he uses to blend in with regular people" with their whole chests huh. Babe do I have some news for you

[gingermintpepper]

Fate-Master I

I did say I would post more wips of my Zeus and Apollo writing so here's a bit from a series I've been writing concerning a young Apollo grappling with being the up and coming Moiragetes - Master of the Fates.

Do let me know if there's any interest for this sort of thing; I didn't originally intend to post this stuff anywhere, but I've just been so frustrated that I feel like it's necessary now 😂

Apollo marks time by etching notches into a clay tablet. He watches from the edge of the mountain’s summit, six of his crows perched three-by-three atop his shoulders and the seventh casting her gaze down onto the maidens all gathered to pick their flowers. He watches them laugh and joke and throw their petals all about, free and fragrant with an easy camaraderie spread thick between them all. He carves his first notch when Persephone lays eyes on the innocent narcissus; in his visions he could never make sense of time’s passing - he did not know how long she would remain swallowed, merely that it would be long enough for her to be missed, searched for, grieved and avenged.

 It will be worth it all in the end.  

Soon, all the world will delight in the birth of new Seasons, a new system of time to mark the stabilisation of this new era.  

He averts his eyes when the earth crumbles beneath Persephone’s feet. There is no way for him to deny it if he truly does bear witness to the act. Apollo cannot see the pitch-black rider on his earth-dark horses as he grabs the maiden. He cannot see those immortal steeds galloping down, down, infinitely down beneath the earth so their rider may delight in his prize. He does not know the sound of her screams as the ground eats her alive. Only the narcissus remains when he once more casts his gaze down, white and untouched. Innocent. Like Apollo. Neither of them have seen a single thing. 

(But oh, her screams are loud in his ear. Big, reedy yells, wet with phlegm. A fawn crying for her mother, the tittering of a sparrowling swallowed foot-first by the viper. They never seemed this loud in his dreams, like footnotes easily overlooked at the very bottom of the page. Apollo does not see her go, but he hears her. He hopes he is the only one who hears.) 

He calls for his darling crow to return to him, stepping light into the halls of Olympus. His day will continue on as normal but to visit his mother so he can request a particularly thick himation for the coming days. Lemnos clicks next to his ear and Apollo huffs, dismissing his crows in a scatter of bright white feathers and glittering metal. They will watch what he cannot. They will make sure the maiden remains buried deep beneath the earth. 

The subtle cold emanating from his father’s quarters curls about his calves - he did not realise he had already travelled the length of the halls. He does not knock before he enters; the women are all busy this time of day and shrewd Athena is still out dancing with his sister, it will just be Father in his room, bent over his table or pouring over one of his maps. 

“It is done.” 

And Father looks up from his writing, a knowing glint shining in wine-dark eyes. His face remains frightfully still, marble stiff and focused on Apollo with the full weight of his eagle sharp intent. “You did not see it?” 

Her scream is the same as the highest note on the aeolian scale. A wonderfully piercing ‘A’. It is similar to the sound that resonates in the sky’s centre, Apollo cannot stop hearing it in his ear. “I did not.” 

Father smiles then, like sunlight peeking through the rough edges of the storm, “Good. That’s good.” He puts his hand to his face, scratches his chin as he hums contemplative. “How much time do we have before… well, before.” 

Demeter’s wailing will be a much darker sound, phrygian and guttural, discordant. Apollo’s had the score written for months now. He thinks he will hang Persephone’s cry next to it. Maybe he will incorporate their melodies into the song he will play at her return. Maybe it is cruel of him to already be thinking such things. “I know not. Time has never been the clearest to me, even in my most vivid of visions.” 

“It is no matter,” Father leans forward, digs a bolt of bright red fabric out of his drawer. “Here,” When he catches it, Apollo feels a denseness in the fibres he has never known. They’re slick yet springy, far coarser than sheep’s wool but unlike any goatskin or leather he has ever handled. “For the cloak you will ask of your mother.”   

He is slowly becoming accustomed to his thoughts not being his own, to his father living so closely in his head. The woven string connecting them still bleeds dye if either of them pull too hard on the connection, but in these quiet moments, it is a comfort. A lifeline. 

“Chimera skin, so it will not burn when you wear it for your work.” Would Father be this calm if it was Artemis swallowed by the earth? Would Apollo? That watery scream is a persistent ringing, she is still screaming far beneath where none but the rider can hear her. (Apollo hears her. Even now, he can hear the heavy breath of the dark stallions, the ripping winds that sting at her ears. Persephone is a friend, can he really leave her to this fate -?) “Phoebus.” 

Father’s broad palm is warm on his shoulder. It pulls him gently from his spiralling thoughts. The heat is unexpected; even now, Apollo can feel his toes going stiff from the room’s chill. 

“I am well,” he hears himself say, distant like the clanging stallion hooves which carry the rider’s prize deeper beneath the earth. Father does not let him go when he tries to escape. He does not tighten his hold either. His hand merely remains on Apollo’s slim shoulder, a point to anchor him here and not there. Apollo focuses on the faint hum of his father’s power, the gentle whistle of his cloud-hairs as they flow about his head, the muffled shuffling of his crows’ feathers as they settle in the gables to await his return. He no longer hears her. Not her, not the dread chariot. He cannot hear a single thing. “I am well.” 

[kaurwreck]

I won't promise it'll be okay, regardless of what happens over the next few days, but I can promise the outcome is navigable.

[wiirocku]

Amos 5:24 (NIV) - But let justice roll on like a river, righteousness like a never-failing stream!

[idylls-of-the-divine-romance]

Reminder to the self and other that "righteousness" is not just some thing that you are, it is a thing that you do. It is not some moral superiority, but rather, it is living in right relationships with God and with others. Which is much, much harder.

[wullu]

In a drama about demons and humans walking amongst each other, I am not gonna nitpick and point out plot holes, but is still, episodes 5 and 6 of the Judge from Hell gave me pause when I realized that the murderer of the week was presenting DID-like symptoms.

I tend not to be a fan of dramatic depictions of it because there's always an element of sensationalism and never enough nuance, but you know what, murderer man utilizing psychiatric diagnosis for his own benefits didn't even trouble me as much as Han Da On's determination to catch a demon who's not above getting stabby if people are in her way. Justicia has been given a job, and shes gonna do her job and get out of here, barring any other extenuating circumstances like falling in love with someone with the all self-preservation skills of a coconut.

My man, you are just a few bad days away from becoming tomato chutney. You see what a demon can do first hand and you are still like, IN THE NAME OF JUSTICE I WILL BRING YOU DOWN?

On one hand, admittedly, he's unaware of her mission on Earth so fair enough that he's determined to bring her to justice.

On the other hand, I kind of find Da On's righteous fury bemusing on one hand, because while he's getting heated up over Justitia here, surely he's not unaware of the amount of police-inflicted violence that exists? Surely before you cast stones at others, you ensure that yours is not glass house? It feels a little disingenuous for him to be all up in arms but not acknowledge his own biases/privileges.

But I think my previous paragraph is geared more towards the writer than the character. Cop shows exist in a medium where there's room for heroics and glamorizing certain things, but not questioning the system. But, I digress.

To come back to point, right now its like, why do you a bring a gun to a fight that has disappearing magical daggers?

Or I wonder if Da On's anger towards her stems more from the fact that he thought she fit a certain mold -- a mold in which she no way confirmed or even acknowledged -- and hes now angry that the ideal doesnt match reality? This feels more plausible to me. Like discovering your idol has feet of clay. Except, I dont think Justitia even asked to be his idol. The man just put her up there on the pedestal.

Ironically, I feel like his views would be more aligned with the real Kang Bit Na, but he wouldn't be interested in her as much, because she wouldn't challenge his notions the way Justitia does.

I am sad their time of being UST buddies has come to end so abruptly. We could have done with a few more eps of those before it all devolved into angst. However, I am interested in seeing how they progress, and I would absolutely LOVE it if there was some corruption/seduction of innocence where he's brought over to the dark side, but I will not also hold my breath. Sigh.

[mybeautifulchristianjourney]

The Righteous Kingdom

1 Behold, a king shall reign in righteousness, and princes shall rule in judgment.

2 And a man shall be as an hiding place from the wind, and a covert from the tempest; as rivers of water in a dry place, as the shadow of a great rock in a weary land.

3 And the eyes of them that see shall not be dim, and the ears of them that hear shall hearken.

4 The heart also of the rash shall understand knowledge, and the tongue of the stammerers shall be ready to speak plainly.

5 The vile person shall be no more called liberal, nor the churl said to be bountiful.

6 For the vile person will speak villany, and his heart will work iniquity, to practise hypocrisy, and to utter error against the Lord, to make empty the soul of the hungry, and he will cause the drink of the thirsty to fail.

7 The instruments also of the churl are evil: he deviseth wicked devices to destroy the poor with lying words, even when the needy speaketh right.

8 But the liberal deviseth liberal things; and by liberal things shall he stand. — Isaiah 32:1-8 | King James Version (KJV) The King James Version Bible is in the public domain Cross References: 1 Samuel 25:25; 2 Samuel 14:14; Psalm 12:8; Psalm 72:1-2; Psalm 91:1; Psalm 119:95; Psalm 141:4; Proverbs 11:25; Isaiah 4:6; Isaiah 5:23; Isaiah 12:2; Isaiah 29:18; Isaiah 29:24; Isaiah 35:4-5; Matthew 12:34

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Isaiah 32 Bible Commentary - Matthew Henry (concise)

[halflingkima]

the brosca warden storyline is insane (affectionate) to me, and it's wild that I happened to choose it first.

I've not played through all the origins myself, but from what I gather in general, I think brosca has the least material effect on later material gameplay – all of the effect is in brosca's character choices/response, which is completely up to the player whether or not/how much to honor.

the 'dwarf commoner' origin title is misleading – brosca's casteless, classless, as low class as possible and fighting tooth and nail while being actively pushed lower. accepting the warden offer is the easiest choice in the world (even aside from escaping the dwarven death sentence) because it offers any level of respect as a person.

later, when they return to orzammar with the treaties, the city insists they were never born. there's record of their death: when they joined the grey wardens. according to orzammar, brosca's homeland, their origin – brosca did not exist until they became a grey warden, at which point they were considered deceased.

(on top of the official records at the shaperate, no npcs acknowledge that you're a dwarf, let alone from the city. you can speak – briefly – to your family, but they're the only ones who acknowledge your past. I found it frustrating while playing that the origin didn't affect much, but that affected my own gameplay; brosca's origin makes the political dilemma seem laughably simple.)

and then. when the archdemon is slain, whether or not brosca survives, they're made a paragon, which is akin to a dwarven god. brosca is immortalized in their people's mythology forever – the same people who refused to admit they existed until their legal death. (presumably bhelen minimizes or eradicates the caste system, but whether or not that takes –) the history of the paragon brosca will almost certainly erase their origin as a casteless dwarf. when, arguably, they wouldn't have become a paragon without that history.

[bonefall]

I'm curious about some of what you have planned for Thunder Storm in BB now that you are talking about DOTC a lot. I know about him missing a leg in BB and about his arc of searching for justice and starting his own group in protest, but I'm curious as to other traits he has, and maybe character flaws, because right now from what we know of him he feels like a one-dimensional ideal hero with no flaws, compared to how you treat Firestar where he is genuinely an admirable and heroic figure (more so than in canon where he doesn't change as much of Clan ways), but he has flaws in the way he treats cats like Cloudtail, Bramblestar and Jayfeather. And I'd just like to learn more about his personality in general given he's one of the main characters!

The driving personality trait of Thunderstar is fury

He is always just a smidge annoyed, talks roughly, and often finds his heart speaking before he knows what's being said. He can actually be a hurtful person on accident, though he tries to correct his mistakes as soon as he acknowledges he made them!

He actually really does need Bright Storm to be his advisor-- Bright brings humility, calmness, and foresight. Without her, Thunder Storm's negotiation talks with the Wind Coalition and River Kingdom would have fallen apart because he's terrible at compromising.

Thunderstar's greatest asset is that he understands he needs others to stand strong, and he does believe in the inherent value of life. People don't need to be 'immediately useful' to deserve dignity. He didn't run after Bumble because she could translate-- he did it because she would have starved to death out there, or worse if she came across Clear Sky.

And Sunlit Frost too. A one-armed builder, thrown out for nerve damage after his burn injury, who doesn't have any paws to work with after having a bad bite to the wrist in the First Battle. He isn't Thunder Storm's friend, in fact, they fight a lot.

But that doesn't matter; Thunderstar does what he does simply because that's the point of Clans. Even jackrabbits like Sunny.

In a way, Thunderstar and Skystar aren't so different. They're proud, ambitious people. They both say that everything they do is for the good of their Clans. What sets them apart is that Thunder Storm will never be cruel; he defines himself on that idea.

[dualdeixis]

i haven't told anyone this. i read your poem and it really hit me. i'm also in the process of converting to judaism. i've been going to temple since i was a teenager. i live in a small community in the bible belt of the US, so my synagogue is the only one for miles and miles around. i've been trying to convert for years - the only thing in the way has been money for classes. my rabbi, i discovered, is a zionist, and i can't bear to be anywhere near her after hearing what she's said about palestinians. i feel so angry. i feel so very angry. she's the only thing standing in the way between me and finally becoming jewish, even though i've been trying to live a very jewish life for years. i've been trying for so long. she's supposed to be an authority, but turns her back on those suffering for the sake of blind nationalism. i feel so estranged from the community i grew up in. i don't think at this rate i'll be able to convert, even though i'm so, so close to finishing up. i just can't bear to give her my money. i don't know what to do. i don't know where i was going with this. just that i hope you know you're not alone.

💙 thank you for trusting me with your experience. you are not alone either beloved. a dear friend of mine told me "i think you are embodying a lot of jewish values by choosing to stand against this and wait indefinitely. it will just be that much sweeter when you get there with your head held high." hearing that was really comforting and i hope that it comforts you too. we will build the world to come with our own hands and it will be one in which palestine is free and there is no more compromise between religion and nationalism's atrocities. insha2all_h and b"h you and i will sit next to each other in service and share a meal together in that world. shabbat shalom.

[kingbuffy]

I'm not really a Wesley fan so I'm probably biased, but going from Fred and Gunn to Fred and Wesley was such a downgrade.

[allgather]

making a post on this day to explicitly say that my jewish hcs and writing are for anti-zionist jews / anti-zionists only. one of the core tenants of judaism is the obligation for us to work towards a better future in the world-to-come, our duty to take part in the act of repairing the world. if you let our histories and values and stories touch you and cannot feel deep solidarity and the want for a liberated future for all, then you are not welcome here and my posts are not for you. because you misunderstand the very core of what i am trying to articulate about being jewish.

[goobtacular]

One thing I'm worried about, in terms of our generation, that is Gen Z, is we're quite similar to the boomers.

They were a fiercely moralistic generation, at least in the west, for a lot of reasons, which are up to speculation. But they sorta crawled up their own asshole in a way I'm worried we'll imitate. Obviously, this is a broad generalization but boomers seem to have this sort of ignorant self-righteous air about them, and it's fairly obvious how that formed. They were the social activists when they were young, they were the good guys, the progressives and they got complacent. They got used to feeling morally superior and perhaps for a time they were. But they placed themselves on a pedestal and it seems they got stuck there.

I just see that arrogance in us, and right now it's not really a problem for me cause I largely agree with what we're saying, but eventually, the tides will change on us. Whether it's Gen Alpha or Beta or Ceta it doesn't really matter, if we do our jobs right, and create a better world, they will surpass us. Arguably we have a duty to be surpassed. But we can do so with grace. Gen X has so far been pretty good about keeping up with the times, they're younger than the boomers to be fair, but credit where credit is due. I'd theorize that's because, for better or worse, Gen X was pretty ignored and they gained no glory for their workings. They didn't get a pedestal to get off of. We can learn from them, keep an open mind and have the humility to accept when we're wrong. That's all we need to do to avoid an ignoble end.

We all, each of us, have a madness at the end of our philosophies, one which we'd dive headfirst into. It is our solemn duty to prevent such, at any cost

[mutalune]

I am an aziraphale stan and anyone who thinks his choice at the end of s2 is “wrong” or “stupid” is my enemy I’m afraid to say

[wiirocku]

Isaiah 61:11 (NLT) - The Sovereign LORD will show His justice to the nations of the world. Everyone will praise Him! His righteousness will be like a garden in early spring, with plants springing up everywhere.