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teeth-cable · 11 months

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On a subject that I think people have brought up but I wanted to go more in depth.

Hellborn being homophobic makes no sense. Like sinners it does but not for the native species.

Homophobia originates from the a mistranslated bible verse that in its original form condemned pedophilia so like wouldn't the Hellborns know that?

If we are going with the homophobia from the bible so of course Hellborns would be homophobic (even though that makes no sense)... Don't the Hellborns worship Satan? Wouldn't their holybook be different?

Also Succubi exist so that adds a layer of confusion.

We also have a shark demon dressed as a catholic priest... Like if you edited the outfit to look unholy kinda like some of the Murdoc Niccols art in the recent Gorillaz arc then its not a total worldbuilding issue.... But dude is straight up a catholic priest and we know the shark demons are hellborn due to concept art showing hybrids so we cant say its a holdover from life.

Also the typical western wedding we see stems from Queen Victoria and again these are Hellborns they don't know who the fuck she is. It would make more sense to borrow from more ancient wedding traditions.

Also I understand why they made Crim biphobic because it is a real thing that people do experience from parents and Vivziepop is bisexual herself so I understand it being important to the crew but, again it makes no sense unless Crim is a sinner or...

Crim wants biological grandchildren. I mean you have to genderswap Chaz and maybe Millie but then again Millie can stay the same and just have Crim mention how Moxxie used to chase after guys and doesn't like Millie because she's a country bumpkin.

Like the only way I can see homophobia being a thing in Hell if its because people there value blood more than anything. This would actually I think fit well with the Stolitz plot that they are going with. Stolas and Stella were married off to produce a child and we know that you don't have to be blood related to Stolas to use the grimoire as seen with Loona. Rather there was no point in birthing Octavia if the power isn't genetic so the system itself is intentionally flawed. Maybe like you aren't shamed if you have a same sex lover in general if you have a kid already but if you dont then you get shunned. Some people might judge Stolas for sleeping with an imp due to the status alone. If it was a male noble it would be less scandalous. But imagine like the fact Stolas chose an imp over Stella actually makes their entire family look bad.

Like people are gonna speculate on how badly Stella screwed up if her husband chose a peasant over her and that might lead to people wondering why Octavia doesn't have siblings. Depending if Hell is misogynistic or not Stella might be portrayed as at fault for this. Hey at least she has a layer of complexity now instead of being a bimbo.

Succubi and Incubi might be the only exceptions because like their existence is founded on sex.

This all would mean being ace in hell would be interesting to explore.

Now returning to theology

What are Hellborns core tenets?

What the hell happens to Hellborns when they die? Like I think we need this answered soon rather than later because we know sinners get erased by holy weapons but nothing about Hellborns who could die like a normal person. Like they don't have souls... Do they just get erased from existence too? Like everyone has been super confused about this since episode 2 for crying out loud and we have not even a fraction of a hint.

Why did they add the Great Old Ones. Like I know Viv said she was pulling from multiple mythologies... I assume that she meant she would pull from Underworld myths across the world to help out a unique spin on hell because that's a logical assumption and interesting ideas. After all the Hellenism Underworld has a lot of interesting stuff and Tartarus is pretty similiar to the Christian Hell.

But she grabs the great old ones? Look they aren't even a mythology and a lot of stuff H.P. Lovecraft wrote about them usually meant if they were around they were gonna either put the universe into an era of chaos or everyone dies. Like the only Great Old One that could fit in Helluva is Dagon because dude was an actual worshipped god and was mentioned in the bible where his worshippers were demonized.

But like going back to how using the Great Old Ones in Hellaverse is a shitty choice. Like how are you going to fit anyone besides Dagon in a show based off primarily Abrahamic beliefs.

Like there's already a christian apocalypse and The Great Old Ones seem more akin to aliens instead of them probably being demons in Hellaverse. But then you also have to consider the fact the Old Ones power is literally incomprehensible.

Like why does God on the show allow them to stick around when in Judaism He nerfed Levithan because He accidentally made it too powerful.

Like you would have to nerf them significantly which actually takes away from them.

But oh wait Vivziepop added Azathoth the one Great Old One that is so difficult to nerf because it's literally a blackhole/primordial chaos. The only reason it's not destroying stuff is because it's asleep. Like using that one either means your story is probably going to deal with end game shit or set dressing to explain the origin of the others.

Like if Azzy is there does that mean god came from it or did He create it?

Also the Great Old Ones represent concepts of madness and terror yet none of those themes are present in Helluva. Like maybe it could've worked if as they get more clients the imps get exposed to a lot of fucked shit that starts draining them idek.

Like if Vivziepop really really really wanted to pull from another mythos not linked to Abrahamic religion, roman mythology! Like literally Roman Beliefs and Abrahamic Religions have a deeply tied history so it makes since especially since Emperor Constantine made christianity legal which began the erasure of pagan religions and the roman gods even cameod in The Divine Comedy.

Im so confused about the writing decisions

The reason why the worldbuilding makes no sense and we never learn about the imp's culture is because the writers only wanted to make a show about relationship drama. Which is fine if it took place on regular Earth but no, Viv decided she wanted to make a show that takes place in Hell because Hazbin is popular but didn't want to put the effort into writing the worldbuilding so as a cheap cop out they wrote Hell like Earth but now that's biting them in the ass because fans are starting to noticed the human elements like homophobia, jail, rehab, and the mafia makes no sense in Hell.

Imps being homophobic never made sense. Beside the mistranslation of the Bible, Hell is supposed to be the opposite of Heaven. So if Heaven in Viv's version is homophobic then Hell would be the very opposite. Most likely homophobic imps would be outcasted because of their views. Also in Viv's hell being an imp is worse than being gay. The writers are just giving homophobic imps the same writing treatment as the human disguises, they're only an inconvenience or needed for the plot when the writers wants them to be. Crim was already an asshole without being biphobic, he's a misogynist who abused and killed his wife and most likely abused Moxxie when he was young. Those traits are already enough to make him dislikable.

When Viv says she's going to pull from multiple mythologies, what she actually mean is she's not going to do any research, only steal the most interesting parts out of their context, and steal ideas from other writers even if they have no relation to Hell. It's very obvious none of the HB writers did actual research just by how the show characters and Hellborn species barely resemble their demonology counterparts.

One thing to remember about Helluva Boss is this show is not professional despite what the writers and fandom wants you to believe, it is not. Both seasons were unplanned, the writers hate listening to feedback, the show reconned almost everything in Season 2, the writing is inconsistent, and the worldbuilding is just lazy.

Not much else to say about the worldbuilding TBH. Yea it's pretty terrible but from the start the show never plan or will explain more about Hell. It's just best to view this show as someone's poorly written shipping fanfic.

#helluva boss criticism #helluva boss critical #helluva critical #꧁rambles꧂#➥Asks

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beardedmrbean · 2 months

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Sorry, for these constant ranting about African and black American culture

It just sucks look at history as a black American at times. There no ancient kingdom or empire, like Han, Gupta, and Roman to call back to. No Mythos with great epics like Hellenism or Hinduism where I can see myself in.

No great warriors that might have shared your face and people use as inspiration in media. No great battle like the battle of Thermopylae for people recreate again and again

No great leaders like Alexander the Great, Ashoka the Great, Julius and Augustus Caesar that change the course of history

As soon as January and February ends, seemly everyone forgot your people history.

Will we be remember when mankind enter interstellar?

Sorry maybe my borderline suicidal depression kicking in. Despite all the diversity push, has black Americans done anything beyond fighting slavery and racism? So we still have to hijack other people history and pop culture? Are any of our stories worth being told by media?

Or are we nothing but a sad pitiful group? Ugh sorry for making you my therapist

Check the Nubians and southern kingdom of Egypt there were black Pharaohs and dynasties those are recorded and attested by non Egyptian sources.

As for the Mythos Rome took a bunch of them from conquered lands, much like Greece did, like Babylon and Assyria did, Egypt too, oh and Hindus did the same thing. Easier to keep a population happy if you point out how our gods and your gods are the same guys just with different names.

No great leaders like Alexander the Great, Ashoka the Great, Julius and Augustus Caesar that change the course of history.

They existed, we just don't have any records of who they were, nothing concrete at least, gotta decide for yourself how faithful the oral tradition is.

Or you can treat it like folklore, doesn't mean there's not some truth to it, exaggerated is all.

As soon as January and February ends, seemly everyone forgot your people history. Will we be remember when mankind enter interstellar?

No need to keep them separate, just because a skin colour isn't the focus doesn't mean people forget, stuff like the 'black national anthem' is divisive, it's bringing back segregation saying we have a different national anthem than you. No if you're Americans you've got the one, go start your own country if you want a different one.

Haiti looks like it's about to reset try there.

If you want some heroes that look like you, meet the Harlem Hellfighters

To our eternal shame the US wasn't in the business of giving medals to black soldiers in WW1 not so much in 2 either, France however was.

Sergent Johnson here managed a Coup De Gras for valor in the battle that got him named "The Black Death" it's always the black something isn't it, we back home finally rectified the travesty that had him overlooked for the Medal of Honor in 2015, he more than earned it, wish he could know how many people look up to him now.

I do hope he saw this after he got home at least, I'd have that on my wall lmao.

Legacy section of his Wikipedia page has lots of things on it, but this I think would be the thing I would be proudest of,

In 1919, co-founder of the American Legion Theodore Roosevelt Jr., son of former United States President Theodore Roosevelt, referred to Johnson as one of the "five bravest Americans" to have served in World War I.

One of the good Roosevelt's, and I'm gonna guess this got to him too, since he was still around.

You need a warrior here's one, he led and sacrificed, he's a good one to look up to, refused to let his buddy be taken captive at great personal risk after they'd fought of 12 Germans.

Need another group of warriors, we've got the Tuskegee Airmen.

Made a lot of white (fighter) pilots mad because they were that good at their job, white bomber crews loved them they saw the red taifin on the P-51 their hope for surviving the mission went way up, because they were that good at their job.

Look them up too if you haven't before, check out the movie "Red Tails" Black writers adapted a story by one of them about a damn fine group of pilots, I enjoyed the movie watched it a bunch of time when I was living in Florida because it was on one of the movie channels the hotel I was living in carried.

You've got warriors who fought great battles that you can look up to though, even more so because they knew what life was like back home and how they were treated and would be on their return, and they fought anyhow.

Admirable men worthy of being looked up to by anyone really. At least for this service which is what counts for me right now.

Will we be remember when mankind enter interstellar?

How could humanity forget these men, and so many other incredible human beings that worked for the betterment of humankind in their own ways? __________

As a aside, Max Brooks got together with a artist named Caanan White who I don't know anything about but they did a fictional graphic novel about the Harlem Hellfighters and it looks pretty dang cool, so you may want to look into that at some point too.

#zoomer huey anon

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anyaispunk · 1 year

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The Last Time We Met

Pt. 2 (Last Part)

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“Me and Hellen are going to get married next month.” he said excitedly, holding back his tears.

You know, when someone’s get hurt, they express it by either crying, screaming, fighting, leaving, or even as simple as saying ‘ouch’. But what do dead people do when they get hurt? Nothing. They’re simply dead.

That was what exactly happened.

I didn’t cry, talk, nor move for an inch.

I just stood there.

The smile that was starting to form on my lips, stayed.

My grip on the box, stayed.

My dark eyes fixed on his bright brown eyes, stayed.

Because that’s what dead people do best.

They stayed still.

And he just killed me with his 10 words.

It all hit me.

It was like remembering a scene from a movie.

Except this time, rather than seeing me and him as the main characters.

It was her.

Hellen is the one he was seeing through the crowds. She was the one that take my phone to talk to Daniel’s parents after I talked to them.

She is the one he searches for a hug after bad days. Even though I’m the one he spent the night with to let out his frustrations in the form of words.

She is the one that gets all of the good news first. And I was the one who’s rushing to him no matter where I am whenever I hear a single sigh the second I picked up his call.

Now I realized that being on the top list was never enough.

Because there’s someone on top of that list.

And it’s her.

I’m not enough. I never was.

“Hey… Are you okay? It surprised you that much? You think I’m too wild to be married, huh?” Daniel joked, just like what he always does.

I wanted to take my eyes off of him.

I look at him and it feels like life is mocking me. As if life is telling me that this is the eyes that’ll never see you as something more. These are the eyes you can never have.

“Dan?….” I said with a cracked voice, surprised by my own ability to talk.

He was starting to get worried.

“Yes? Is there something wrong?”

“Have you ever thought about me?”

“What?… What do you mean?”

“Have I ever crossed your mind when you’re searching for what you’ve been longing for? or when you wanted to call someone the second after you finished the meeting of your another successful deal?” my voice was like a whisper but firm.

He was about to answer but I cut him off,

“Am I just a place for some of your ups and all of your downs? Is that what I am to you? An Alfred to your Batman?” I said harshly.

This time I’m not holding back.

I know what I said was not fair. Daniel always shares his good news with me, he never left me out, but after I already heard it from anyone else but him.

“You think it was easy to accept the fact that every single time you talked about your good news I have to act like I heard it for the first time when I already knew it from someone else? How small I feel whenever I come running to you just to hear your anger and telling me I’m the only person you told. I��m thankful that you trust me that much to share something what other people don’t know. But I want more…

I need more.” That was it. I admitted my desire to the both of us.

I can see anger in his eyes. He didn’t expect me to be this honest and blunt. He felt somehow betrayed. He knows that I know it’s hard for him to talk about his feelings other than happiness.

Happiness is something Daniel shares with everyone. But everything else inside him? It’s only me to knows.

When Daniel finally had the chance to talk, he said,

“Wow…. just… wow.”

Shame can be clearly seen on my face. I stepped too far.

Too far to be fixed but not enough to be together.

“Just forget about it. I can’t do this now. I’m sorry.” I said while heading to the door.

I felt his hand on my shoulder, preventing me from walking further.

“Let me go, Dan”

Don’t.

Pull me to your arms.

Let me feel your warmth and tell me I’m gonna have this for the rest of my life.

Love me,

more than you love her.

He did.

He let me go.

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I watched as the clock turned to 00:00.

I blinked.

00:01

Blinked.

00:02

I have to sleep.

“Hey? You up?”

Turning my head to the side, Charlotte greeted me with a smile.

“Is today’s my birthday? Why are you awake this early?”

Charlotte never left my side since that day. Not because I ask her to, but because she’s afraid of the things that I’m capable of doing when I’m alone with the memories of him.

“First, the sun is already shining for hours now. Second, you haven’t eaten anything since last night so you must get up now and eat. In the meantime, I’ll prepare myself and your stuff. We’ll be leaving at 4.” Charlotte said like I’m her kid.

I glanced back at the clock.

14:03

“You’re not my mom, so stop telling me what to do.” I protested.

She rolled her eyes,

“Not that you listen to your mother either.”

Ignoring her comment, I stood up and walked past her. Maybe food wasn’t so bad. Finding a full English breakfast was not making my stomach go quieter.

“It really is my birthday, isn’t it?” lifting the fork that was already placed beside the plate and starting to dig in.

Charlotte stood across the table with her arms crossed. “Are you going to act all excited and strong throughout the entire day? If you want to do that bullshit at least don’t do it in front of me.”

With my furrowed eyebrows and slightly agape mouth, she slowly brings her hands down to her sides. “You actually forgot, don’t you?”

My brain was trying so hard to connect all the dots. But I just couldn’t remember what she was talking about.

Taking a seat beside me, Charlotte looked at me deeply in the eyes. It scares me. Her face was full of concern and sympathy, but her eyes told me more. Enough to throw me back to this hell hole I called life.

It was the day.

With all honesty, Charlotte expected me to ran and slammed the door. Crying my eyes out until I can’t, like I used to.

But no. I didn’t. I’ve done enough.

I wouldn’t let her suffer twice today.

I walked slowly to my room, lifting the box that was still beautifully tied and placed it on top of my bed.

I was standing even though I knew I didn't have the energy left to even stand perfectly still. I opened it up.

Slowly untying the white bow with mixed feelings. Wondering what was sitting on this box all this time.

‘Open it.’

His voice rang in my head.

Daniel tried to call me for the first 3 weeks after our last encounter. He even stopped by a couple of times.

I didn’t have the courage to see or hear him.

I’m trying to stop the sounds of his voice following me through every step.

I’m trying to forget the lines on his face every time he laughed.

I put the bow to the side.

What is this, Dan?

‘Can’t you just open the box and stop asking?’

A white dress.

It was a white dress on a white box with a white bow.

This box supposedly belonged to a…

bride.

I lose it. I can’t control the tears streaming down my checks.

Charlotte walked in seeing me standing in total shock.

I looked to the side and said,

“He gave me a white dress.”

Never once in one’s life has one heard broken and hurt spoken so loud in someone’s voice. When she said those words, whether you know her or not, you can feel your heart broke into a million pieces. Imagine how broken she is when you’re in so much pain just by hearing her 6 words.

Charlotte didn’t even realize she was crying herself.

•

Tears are falling as Daniel danced lovingly with his new bride. But there was just one tear that didn't resemble a happy tear, and it was mine.

My mind slowly drifted off, imagining what if things turned out differently. But the answer was clear as a cristal now.

Song after song played, everyone else already left the table for the dance floor.

I glanced around and I couldn’t stop myself from smiling.

No matter how miserable I’ve been these last couple of hours, seeing these people having one of the best times of their lives eased me a little bit.

They’re my friends after all.

Then I saw him. I followed his every movement, watching as he took his blazer down his shoulder and draped it over the back of his chair. I felt every crack in my heart deepen as the newlyweds smiled at each other, dancing to their heart’s content, and suddenly, I realized how misplaced I was. Ever since the day these two had met, there was no longer space in Daniel’s heart for me.

Drown to my memory lane, I failed to realize who’s approaching me.

“You know, I could feel something was missing and I couldn’t find you at the dance floor. Odd, because you dance all the time.”

It was Daniel.

He was standing in front of me, sending me his sweet smile.

I couldn’t help but returned the smile.

Like a sign of relief, he was smiling more widely. Secretly thanking God for giving him a chance to talk to me again.

“I seriously don’t know how you managed to sit still while dirty dancing was playing.”

I let out a little laugh. Shaking my head to prevent myself from laughing more.

He kneeled down,

“I miss that sound.”

Even though his face’s only a few inches away from mine, I can’t bring myself to look at him.

I hurriedly replied, “I don’t have anyone to dance with,” not wanting him to know that I couldn’t bear the idea of dancing with anyone beside him.

He tried to muffled his laugh.

I was so close to tell him to not ever hold his laugh when he’s with me. His laugh was better than anything the DJ played at the moment. His laugh was the only thing that could make my heart skipped a beat.

But the butterflies in my stomach didn’t stayed longer than his laugh.

That sound didn’t belong to me, it belonged to her.

All of him.

His smile,

his laugh,

his memories to come,

they all belonged to the woman who had taken his last name just hours ago.

He held his hand out for me to take,

“Dance with me. Like you always do.”

Hesitant to take his hand, I finally gave in to myself. Knowing what a single touch could do to my entire being. I can feel his gentle touch heavily on mine, as if he’s scared that I could break if he hold me too strong. He let go of my hand after we arrived at the dance floor.

The warmth of his hand still lingering on my skin.

The soft strum of a guitar filled the room, Kodaline’s “All I Want” beginning to play. For a second, I wondered why such a sad song was playing. I gave Daniel a questioned look. Why on earth he had requested a song that was more about heartbreak than anything else. Taking my hand again while wrapping his free arm around my waist, he began to sway to the melody, leaving my question unanswered momentarily.

“You said you like this song.” He whispered, lips right beside my ear. The sensation of his warm breath caused shivers to roll down my spine.

If the guests are not looking at my face or talking to the actual bride, I’ll be totally mistaken as his bride.

The white dress was perfectly fit to my figure, making it more difficult for Charlotte to zipped the dress back home because I was sobbing too hard.

As the song continued, I closed my eyes.

When you said you last goodbye

I died a little bit inside

I lay in tears in bed all night

Alone without you by my side

This feeling, this moment, this man was something I couldn’t dare let go of. Yet, everything Daniel was doing was in order for me to let him go.

But if you loved me,

Why did you leave me?

The words are pierced to my heart. Setting fire to my emotions with no beginning and no end.

When would I be ready to let go?

I exhaled a breath that I had been holding for far too long. A breath that had taken years to let out.

I took a step back from him. Retreating my head that was previously placed on his shoulder.

Daniel’s heart stung after he saw my face. My eyes and cheeks were glossed over with tears,

“Why did you give me a white dress?”

How can you have the heart to make me suffer this much?

Imprinted false hope to my soul.

Letting yourself run through every bit of my body. Leaving hunger that can be only fed by you.

He just smiled sadly.

It was a look I never wanted to see, but I knew I had to see it. The saddest smile graced his near perfect features.

Daniel’s lips brushed my forehead, planting a gentle kiss to it. The sensation was one you would never forget. His words were quiet as he spoke, “I love you.”

A hand landed on Dan’s shoulder, turning him to look at a young bridesmaid with an all too happy smile on her face. She giddily grabbed Dan’s hand, dragging him along with her as she informed him of the bouquet toss that was about to take place.

I find my way back to the table to grab my things. The music was once again blaring as I walked towards Daniel’s mother who was sitting with some of her other relatives. She spotted me walking towards her, a gentle smile on her face as I pulled her into a farewell hug.

“Are you leaving already, darling?” His mother asked.

“Unfortunately, yes, I have a lot of things to do tomorrow.” My excuse made me shudder. I hated lying, especially to one of the most wonderful women I had ever met.

“Please send my regards to the newlyweds, I’d hate to interrupt.”

Daniel’s mother nodded, saying one last farewell as I made my way. Each step was a jab in the heart, and when I had reached outside, the tears truly began to spill. My hand covered my mouth, attempting to silence the heart wrenching sobs that would not stop coming.

“Wait!,” a voice called out.

I turned to see Daniel running towards me at full speed. When his eyes found mine, he opened his mouth to speak. No words came out, he had nothing to say. There was nothing in this world that he could say that would heal the hurt I was going through.

His arms wrapped around my waist as he pulled my body towards his. His hand stroked my hair as I cried, his own tears threatening to spill over. He brushed the tears from beneath my eyes as he furrowed his brows in concentration, searching for the hurt I had been hiding all these years.

Charlotte pulled up as I smiled gently at the man I loved but would never have.

I look at his face.

Carving his eyes, his nose, his lips, every curve and every line of his face in my memory.

This will be the last time.

Not because he wouldn’t be here anymore.

But because I can’t.

“Goodbye, Dan.”

If I studied his face a little bit longer, I would have seen the sadness that overtook him as his chest tightened from my words.

He didn’t get to respond as I already walked towards the car. I knew I wouldn’t make it if I spent a second longer near him.

I turned my head back to him, whispering as loud as he needed to vividly hear,

“I love you too.”

And that was the last time we met.

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dreaminginthedeepsouth · 7 days

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George Rinhart. The street of David, Jerusalem. Undated. :: [Mikhail Iossel]

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“One of the questions asked by al-Balkhi, and often repeated to this day, is this: Why do the children of Israel continue to suffer? My grandmother Dodo thought it was because the goyim were jealous. The seder for Passover (which is a shame-faced simulacrum of a Hellenic question-and-answer session, even including the wine) tells the children that it's one of those things that happens to every Jewish generation. After the Shoah or Endlösung or Holocaust, many rabbis tried to tell the survivors that the immolation had been a punishment for 'exile,' or for insufficient attention to the Covenant. This explanation was something of a flop with those whose parents or children had been the raw material for the 'proof,' so for a time the professional interpreters of god's will went decently quiet. This interval of ambivalence lasted until the war of 1967, when it was announced that the divine purpose could be discerned after all. How wrong, how foolish, to have announced its discovery prematurely! The exile and the Shoah could now both be understood, as part of a heavenly if somewhat roundabout scheme to recover the Western Wall in Jerusalem and other pieces of biblically mandated real estate.

I regard it as a matter of self-respect to spit in public on rationalizations of this kind. (They are almost as repellent, in their combination of arrogance, masochism, and affected false modesty, as Edith Stein's 'offer' of her life to expiate the regrettable unbelief in Jesus of her former fellow Jews.) The sage Jews are those who have put religion behind them and become in so many societies the leaven of the secular and the atheist.” ― Christopher Hitchens, Hitch 22: A Memoir

#Jerusalem #Christopher Hitchesn #Hitch 22: A Memoir #atheism #quotes #Passover

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bijoumikhawal · 10 months

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Hunting Abbadon

This is a short story from a larger work I'm working on called Sycamores Before the Flood, a historical fantasy set in 4th century Egypt. It may or may not make it into the final work, but I sort of started working on it as a proof of concept, since most of what I have for it is scattered fragments, and I'm in research hell.

In this, the main character, Kalashire, is invited on a hunting trip by another soldier while they're granted leave. What are they hunting? Why, an escaped unicorn, of course!

(But the unicorn is also a metaphor. No points for guessing what its a metaphor for, however).

Warnings for: graphic violence against animals, depictioms of misogyny, harassment, and homophobia.

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It was not the custom of their enemies, but under the yoke of those same enemies, each man in Kime had been made a farmer, unless he was a Hellene or lucky. So the wisdom prevailed that soldiers, like plots of land, should be switched around so as not to deplete them. This was how Kalashire found himself on leave; it was his first, and he would be returning without his father.

At the thought, he bent his head low, staring at the road dust as he walked. He would need to tell his sister and brother himself.

"Are you on leave as well, brother?" Mina asked him, startling him out of his thoughts. He and Nahroou had caught up with him without his notice.

"For now." Kalashire replied, putting on a mask of wry humor. It was not successful; he must have flinched.

Mina laughed. "Ease yourself. I have a proposal that may cool your desire to be back in the fighting."

"What proposal?" Kalashire asked warily.

"A village a day away claims to have spotted 2 unicorns." Nahroou said, some dourness coloring him. "And- something that's more than gossip- it is known that one of the merchant families of Antiöe was trying to import some- and they failed to arrive."

Kalashire stared at him, taking a moment to catch on. "You want to hunt? Have you lost your sense?"

"That's what I asked him." Nahroou squinted at Mina.

Mina was unfazed; when God made him he had not given him a sense of shame. "If you won't hunt with me, at least accept my hospitality. Unlike you, I have a cart and a horse."

This was true: while Mina was not from down the river, his family was more prestigious, and his personal provisions had been such. Their unit had made use of that very cart while on duty, and it seemed they'd make use of it traveling upriver.

Walking would mean by the time Kalashire reached home he'd have to turn around immediately at best, and hiring a mule had been his current plan. Unfortunately for him, mules thought him foul. He'd been mentally steeling himself for being bitten. "Fine. And I might as well accompany you on the hunt and keep you from getting killed.

"Nahroou looked behind him. "Oh, lord save me."

Onhet, also from their unit, was rushing down the road towards him, Tsanna keeping her pace alongside.

They stopped not far away, and Onhet wrapped an arm around her shoulders to support her as she slouched, catching her breath. "Is this a last gathering before heading home?" He asked them.

"Something akin to that. Mina wants to kill a unicorn."

Onhet's face crumpled with disgust. His Prophet had declared even the killing of plants to be sinful; Kalashire doubted he wanted to explain to his Elect that he needed to be cleansed of the sin of going out of his way to hunt a unicorn.

"You can't believe everything you hear. Even if people say there's a unicorn, that doesn't mean it's true."

"What's the harm in seeing if if is?" Mina asked him.

"I suppose there isn't any- if you somehow have no relations that worried about you the past 6 months."

Nahroou glanced at Kalashire, who had his mask firmly in place. Kalashire did not know if it bothered him, truly, but if it did, he did not show it.

Mina laughed. "Well, I certainly don't have a girl to bring back home before I can marry her." He clapped Onhet on the back and winked at Tsanna.

She flushed, corners of her mouth dropping. "I'm his woman, not yours, you dog."

"A dog, am I? Does that make you a hare?"

Onhet knocked Mina's arm off him, also frowning. "You joke too much, Mina. I hope you know how to keep a still mouth during your hunt." He nodded to Kalashire and Nahroou, then the duo took their leave.

Mina stared after them.

Kalashire nudged him. "I thought you wanted to hunt unicorns, not hares. Besides, she doesn't like you and your parents would cast you out if you brought home a follower of Mani."

"Who says I want to bring her home?"

Nahroou frowned and narrowed his eyes, as he often did. "Didn't you say you'd convinced two other fools to come with you?"

"I did, I did. They went on to an inn; it's best that we rest tonight and set off tomorrow. If we start early, we'll be where the report came from by noon."

Kalashire sighed. "Let's go, then."

"Kalashire, Kalashire. You're almost as impatient as that heretic was."

"Much like the heretic, I have family affairs to settle. My brother and sister have bad news to receive."

Mina stumbled for the first time since Kalashire had met him.

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The evening had passed uneventfully. Kalashire had made himself on good terms with the other two men- a Dauid and Harmine, from the same village- and allowed Mina to feel his comment had been smoothed over, but had gracefully turned into bed early so he could get enough rest while accounting for an hour of staring at the ceiling, unable to sleep, and lacking any desire to do anything else.

They set out before the sun.

Nahroou and Dauid elected to walk for a stretch, at which point Kalashire and Harmine would get out and walk, allowing them to rest.Mina started chatter early.

"Everyone's fresh, except the smell of dear Holhol."

"You'd think after being the only one taking care of him for 6 months, you wouldn't be able to notice the stink at all anymore." Kalashire remarked.

"If only." Mina chuckled. "I suppose it's the price one must pay for peaceable feet."

"Oh, god." Nahroou said. "He thinks himself a philosopher."

Kalashire laughed. "From the school of dung. Half his students are beetles."

Mina picked up a spare walking stick and began prodding at Kalashire without turning his head. "Better than yours: a school of hot air, since that's all that's in your head."

Kalashire irritably dodged. "You're one to talk."

"I'd prefer air over dung," Harmine remarked, "but together I'd chose to make companions with a scorpion."

That made then both laugh.

"Surely we aren't that bad a pair!"

"I can hardly say, as a new friend." Harmine tilted his head. "You are the better judges, I can only extrapolate from what you say yourselves."

"Quit being a braggart, Min." Dauid said.

"Will you report me to our Abouna, Dauid?"

"What are friends for, if not keeping each other in account?"

"Fine group of comedians we've gathered here." Nahroou shook his head.

"You act as though we have something better to talk about."

Dauid spoke up again. "The unicorns."

That did effectively halt the prior conversation.

"All unicorns are male, you know." Mina said.

"Nonsense. How do they make more of themselves?"

"Perhaps they pop out of the ground, like plants." Kalashire said with no small sarcasm. It covered the racing of his heart, suddenly remembering a sight he'd seen while visiting the Therapeutae village.

"And what plants them?"

"Demons, obviously."

Harmine tapped his fingers on the side of the cart. "Some churches actually consider the unicorns as symbols of Iesous."

"That's perverse." Nahroou said. "A unicorn is more like a Hromanios than anything else. Certainly as brutal, if the stories can be believed."

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Mina and Holhol trotted off, looking for an inn. Mina had long decided to put him up while they were out; it was known unicorns were vicious, and would rip a horse to pieces if provoked.

Of course, the best thing to do was not to provoke a unicorn at all.

The town was larger than the one Kalashire had grown up in, and likely many of the villages around here came to it to buy and sell specialized goods. Narhoou looked to Kalashire as if he wanted to say something, but Harmine was scribbling out a merelles grid on the dirt, and cajoled them to set about finding suitable playing pieces.

The playing order was the same as their riding order- Harmine and Kalashire first. It seemed each of their close friends had determined it was best to put two tiring persons together so they could conserve their strength.

There were other people about; going about their normal lives, running errands, coming home from here, leaving home from there. It was not a distracting mass, not the way a true city could get, but Kalashire's attention could not leave them. To them, they could have looked like normal men, sitting in their traveling clothes just outside the town entrance. But the truth was, age and sex marked them out for why they had been traveling.

Unsurprisingly, he didn't win the game.

Dauid and Nahroou were in the middle of play when Mina returned.

Most of their gear had been left in the cart- they need more information before the hunt could begin, and there was no need to openly carry around things that would make people nervous. Harmine had made that clear, though none felt otherwise. It was more reminder to the air around them, that they were on leave.

"According to the stable boy, someone ten houses that way," Mina gestured, "saw them yesterday."

"Them?"

"It seems there are two."

Dauid's head snapped up as he wiped sweat from his forehead. "Two?"

Mina snorted. "Don't be afraid. There are still five of us. I managed to catch the butcher as he was about his business- we can go to him once we're done without cutting through town and he'll handle cutting the horn, separating the hide, and the rest."

Nahroou looked at Dauid. "You go with him. Make sure he asks the right questions."

Mina huffed, but only turned, expecting Dauid to follow. Harmine's brow furrowed, and he went along as well.

This left just Nahroou and Kalashire. Nahroou didn't turn his attention to Kalashire immediately. He gathered the stones they'd used been using as game pieces up, making a little pile of them.

"If you're burdened, it's better to relieve yourself quickly." Kalashire finally said, uncomfortable with the silence.

"I've known you a long time."

Kalashire inclined his head, still unsure of where this was headed.

"You've never mentioned siblings. Neither did your father."

Kalashire started to speak, but his mouth froze. That couldn't be right. Surely they'd said something once- yes, before now he'd only seen Nahroou when they traveled to buy special things, but surely his brother had come once?

Had things already been bad then?

"You don't have to tell me your family matters. It just made me realize… you've never told me anything about yourself by your own prompting."

Kalashire could feel the rough stitching of where his tunic had needed to be repaired where it pressed tight against his skin, and the cloying heat from wearing his thoracomacus and cloak, but he felt naked.

It was often said of Nahroou- he had a long and exacting memory.

"I've never thought of it." Kalashire said honestly, and immediately realized that was worse. It had taken him no effort to keep his life in shadow from a close friend.

Nahroou, to his credit, took it like a duck took rain. "I know. You meant nothing by it." He opened his mouth once more, but closed it before starting again. "Last chance to back out."

Kalashire smiled, mask re-donned. "And leave it four to two? That'd be cruel."

"It's dangerous."

"We're all used to that by now."

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According to the girl they'd spoken to, she'd been out delivering some sheep a distant neighbor had bought when she saw the two glowering at her a stones throw from the edge of the green along the bank. She'd done them the favor of describing the area, and thought it was about two hours away from her house.

According to Harmine, when Mina had questioned the wisdom of sending a girl on such an errand, she'd kicked him in the leg hard enough that he fell over.

"Damable girl." Was all Mina could say about the matter.

Kalashire and Nahroou had already gone and gathered their gear. There was the real purpose of the "walking sticks"; all of them had several spear tips in their gear. In fact, Dauid only carried speartips and a knife, no sword. The weapons were disassembled temporarily so as not to alarm anyone, but could easily be put back together. Some additional nails and a piece of wood, and a crossbar could be fashioned. It was a similar logic to what they'd heard of boar hunting.

Dauid got the honor of carrying the gear.

"I'd feel better if we were doing this with dogs." Harmine admitted.

"If you were anyone here, you wouldn't risk a good dog on some strangers." Nahroou had the rest of the gear.

"And they'd do all the work." Mina snorted.

"Oh, so that's why you're so eager for this."

"Of course. Why did you agree to come along?"

"To keep you from getting killed." Nahroou said.

"And the parts fetch a good price." Kalashire admitted.

Dauid hummed in agreement, and Harmine shrugged. Mina looked at them and shook his head. "No sense of sport…"

"I'm sure you enjoy drinking poison in your leisure time as well."

"I water my wine plenty. You, however…"

Kalashire kicked him in the leg, making Mina swear. "Nahroou, I think Kalashire wants you to fail in your goals."

"I'm playing. If I wasn't, I'd have knocked you down just like that girl did."

Mina rubbed his leg, now limping. "Knock me down after the hunt."

"Yes, reftosh. Shall I fetch you refreshments afterwards as well?"

"You might as well, it's the friendly thing." Mina promptly dodged as Kalashire swiped at him.

"Stop it, you two." Nahroou scolded. "This is serious business. Besides, for all we know we're walking faster than that girl was- it's better to be quiet and alert so we don't get surprised."

Kalashire thought to himself that the girl had only mentioned them looking at her, so how dangerous a surprise would be was in question, but Nahroou had a point. It wasn't really worth arguing.

Were unicorns intelligent? Would they know their aim by looking at them? Kalashire assumed them to be much like horses or some other four legged beast, but what did he know? All any of them had were stories.

He looked to Mina, casual as ever. If none of them had agreed to come, he would likely have given up.

As if he were of the same mind, Dauid spoke up. "Do we need to do this?"

"Mm?" Kalashire said, quietly encouraging him.

"Money is nice, but I'll live without it. So far, they haven't been causing any trouble- no senseless gorings, or destroying property. I don't need to be praised either, I know my skill and bravery well enough."

"If you wish to leave and wait for us at the inn, you're free to do so." Mina said.

Dauid said nothing more, and neither did Kalashire.

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They'd stopped not long before the spot the sighting was reported at, having indeed made it there sooner than two hours. To no one's surprise, the beasts weren't still there, though signs they had been were.

Nahroou and Mina went forward to scout and track, as they were the most quiet and least nervous, respectively.

Kalashire, Dauid, and Harmine had set about reassembling the spears. The plan was not to immediately engage the animals, but to see where they were and any obstacles, return and discuss any issues. That said, they both brought their swords with them: unlike Kalashire's single edged semi-spatha, they each carried a gladius.

The matter of their armor wasn't much of an issue. They each had donned a leather thoracomaci and pteryges before even entering the town, and some covering to wear on the road over top. All had had bad experiences with Hromanios soldiers in the past, and while the heat was wretched, they'd rather take the heat than walk brazenly as those men had.

Kalashire discarded his casula, finally too sick of the heat to bear it anymore. They were out of the way of most people, and frightening someone by the sight of his armor was the last concern any of them would have if someone wandered into their hunt.

Dauid readily discarded his lotix as well, before going back to hammering a nail through the wooden crossbar on Mina's spear.

"Do you think our reftosh will scold us if he notices we put a nail through these?" Kalashire asked aloud.

"If he does, I'll remind him he didn't pay for them." Dauid picked it up and examined it closely.

"And I won't be joining you in whatever punishment he gives you." Harmine remarked.

"How cruel. And I thought we were almost like brothers to each other."

Harmine elbowed him. Kalashire was sure he'd only imagined Harmine giving him a look. He hadn't given any inclination of his… affliction. There was no reason to give him a look.

Kalashire settled for double checking his work, and triple checking it. There wasn't a flaw to be found; not one that could be fixed, at least.

Mina and Nahroou were back within an hour of them finishing the work.

"Well?" Dauid asked them.

"We saw two of them, like the girl said." Mina said, stripping off his kaihmic. "They didn't notice us. It's a fairly flat area, no trees. A few large rocks. They're fairly docile now, but on alert."

Dauid hummed. "Not that much cover, then."

"No. Some plants, but none higher than the knee. I expect they might move soon." Nahroou agreed. "You and Harmine have throwing spears, yes?"

"Yes, we do."

"You two and I will be up first: we'll wound, and attempt to kill the two of them. If they don't die, it's Mina and Kalashire, since they know how to use thrusting spears."

"Lucky us." Kalashire muttered.

Mina clapped him on the shoulder. "Really, you shouldn't be so gloomy. It's not like you."

Kalashire give him a look through the mask that he hoped conveyed some flippancy, before standing and taking his weapon and cloak in hand. "Let's be off then, unless there's something else we should know."

The walk was tense. Nothing interrupted them. Kalashire strained his ears, trying to ensure they all kept quiet. The sound of insects only added to his anxiety, somehow.

Mina and Nahroou led, and the latter abruptly held up an arm. He indicated they drop lower to the ground.

They did, placing their cloaks on the ground as well and splitting up to take advantage of the two noted rocks.

Kalashire peeked out.

They were great and terrible things. The body was like that of an oryx, though more dense and powerful. They were larger, overall, with long legs, a hide in red and black, with a stripe of white down the spine. And of course, at the top of their heads was a black horn, on either side covered with spines, giving it a serrated shape.

There was still a good distance between them and the beasts. Kalashire looked to Nahroou, raising his eyebrows. Would he be able to hit either of them from here? Kalashire wasn't entirely sure he'd be able to run to meet them without being outstripped himself.

Nahroou was determined, face set. If he was to turn back, he would have done it earlier that day.

The three of them took aim. They were not lucky enough to kill immediately, though the arc of the three spears as they sailed through the air was certainly impressive.

Puzzlingly, neither of the beasts took flight, instead tossing their heads with full indication they were ready for violence. It was a half mercy that one of then was injured in the flank, making running a chore.

Kalashire readied himself to rush out, but froze upon hearing two small sounds.

No, Kalashire had not seen a unicorn before, and yes, he only had stories, but he was a man who had grown up around a great deal of animals, and knew the call of a yearling beast when he heard it.

Mina had heard too, but paid little mind. After a moment of hesitation, Kalashire joined him, heartbeat loud in his ears.

It was too late to change tack now.

Kalashire was too tense to think, only running and keeping his hands steady. The tip went into its shoulder, and at the same time the animal's leg failed it.

As it fell, it knocked into Kalashire, hard. They both went down, and he scrambled for his blade, putting the edge to its flesh as quickly as he could. His other hand blindly sought a grip, in an effort to hold the head still. He caught the ear at the base, and held fast even as the combination of earth and animal knocked the air from his chest.

He and the beast were still for a moment, both weakened.

Kalashire's grip tightened on its ear, some of his panic replaced by a deep, wretched sorrow. They had only been trying to protect the two young ones.

The creatures dark eyes settled on him, wet, ragged breaths ravaged enough to feel on his thighs through the flaps of his armor and his tunic. It knew it was to die, it knew they were all to die, and it hated him for it. It was an animal, he realized, that had spent much of its life in a cage. Unicorns were never captured once fully grown. Death was better.

Kalashire's eyes stayed locked with it as he pressed the sword edge to its throat, and pulled a good, quick cut across it.

As the blood welled forth, he realized he hadn't given much consideration to this part, assuming distance, or that he'd be in more control. A spare spurt of it hit his lip; nothing from his waist down was spared from the gush of red.

He could not help but remember the weight of his father in his arms on that terrible night a few months prior, blood smearing over his clothes then too. Kalashire had the mad thought that if he was going to spend so much time bloody, it might be better to walk around naked.

He didn't know how long he sat there, legs pinned under the mass of the thing. He couldn't stand those eyes, accusing him even in death.

A butterfly alighted on the corpse, seeking out the tacky blood smeared all over it. Kalashire reached to touch it, but it naturally fluttered away.

Finally, Kalashire felt hands grab at him, and it startled him out of the state he'd found himself in. He wiggled out of the grip. "What am I, a child? Push the thing off me if you want to help."

Nahroou appeared at his side, hands up. "Ease yourself. You looked like you were elsewhere."

"Well, I'm not, you heretic." Kalashire snapped, squirming out from under the corpse at last.

Nahroou's eyes narrowed, and he held his hand in front of his face as the extent of the gore smeared over Kalashire was made evident. "Mina went back to town to get the cart for transporting the bodies." He said, voice muffled.

"I'm going to find my cloak." Kalashire muttered.

He shook his head, trying to steady himself. He looked around for Dauid and Harmine, and wished he hadn't. They were busying themselves with the two yearlings- not dead, not yet, but it wasn't a sight Kalashire found pleasant.

His cloak was exactly where he'd dropped it. The others had already been retrieved. He picked it up and stared down at it.It was still hot.

He didn't want to cover up, truthfully. He wanted to be naked, if anything.

It wasn't that he'd never killed before. He was a soldier. He was a farmer's son. He had. This time simply... struck him. That happened sometimes, surely?

He looked to the river, several meters away, shook his head, and began walking back.

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Mina, wise for once, had managed to find some ratty lengths of fabric for wrapping the bodies in. None of them were keen to sacrifice their cloaks, and Kalashire imagined their owners hadn't minded temporarily parting with them upon hearing what's blood they'd be stained with. He'd also brought water, rope, and fresh clothes.

As he slumped against the wall of the cart to rest, Kalashire wondered, quite seriously, how more unicorns came to be if it was that they were all male. Did they just appear? Did two older ones appoint themselves as parents? Was it two, or simply collective responsibility?

Some of the rope was for the yearlings. They had no horn, and at first might be mistaken for a more common animal from a far away land. It was quick work to bind them to the cart, so they would walk behind. They would sort out what to do with them later. Kalashire had a suspicion as to what was in Mina's head about the matter, but knew whatever it was, he could not be dissuaded.

Mina took the cloth from the cart, handing it to Nahroou. He approached the body of the one Kalashire had not had to kill with rope he had slung over his shoulder.

Kalashire felt frozen in place as several things happened in rapid succession.

First, the loose soil by its nostrils was stirred- it'd been being stirred the entire time, but the movement was so small and subtle he had not noticed it.

Second, Mina had not noticed it either, and was well within the reach of its horn.

Third, that horn slashed through the air, catching Mina hard on the arm. He was knocked back, blood rushing forth as he swore, hand clapping over the wound.

It's head fell back to the ground, a few heavy ragged breaths still in it, before the earth stilled entirely.

Mina breathed through his teeth. After a moment of Mina steeling himself, Nahroou was at his side, having torn off a strip of fabric. He wrapped it around his arm.

Kalashire started to move towards him, a moment too late, and was waved off. The two of them bound it's legs and began dragging it towards the cart.

Kalashire was useful enough to at least help them lift it up into the bed, and again for the second one. Nahroou set about covering the bodies. Dauid handed him a skin of washing water, and poured some of it over each of his own hands.

Kalashire looked at the puddled water, and wiped at his lip, which still had blood on it. Brow furrowed, he wiped again.Soon, he was madly scrubbing at it; in his reflection, the shape remained.

His blade was stained as well, he realized. He'd thought some dirtier water was simply clinging to it, but a flick confirmed the blade was dry. It wasn't as though blood remained; the grey glint was simply now marked with streaks of orange on its edge.

He turned to his companions, still rubbing at it. They were taking care of the blood as well. None of them bore a stain.

Kalashire knew already that when he got a proper bath tonight, he'd find his legs not simply bruised, but stained as well. Mina's scar would be one he bragged about. Kalashire wasn't sure what others would say looking at him.

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Further notes:

This story plays with the older idea of unicorns are horrifying and dangerous. There are plenty of positive associations with unicorns as well in Coptic culture; in my experience they are in fact, more common. For more about monstrous unicorns: https://www.coptic-magic.phil.uni-wuerzburg.de/index.php/2019/04/26/jesus-and-the-unicorn-easter-and-the-harrowing-of-hell-in-coptic-magic/

If you're curious about the deal with Onhet, he's a Manichean, which was/is sort of a Christian sect considered heretical and sort of not, especially later on; early Manicheans often considered themselves Christians, but after a certain point they stopped doing so.

Kalashire's sword has a special significance; it's based on a depiction of The Massacre of the Innocents from Abu Hennis. It's basically a rectangular blade with a right triangle cut out of the tip; similar blades were found at the Ballana graveyard in Nubia.

"Kaihmic" is not an extant Coptic word, it's from the words for sheath and mantle to describe a type of fitted coat of Persian origin found in Coptic graves. The evidence for this is a little later than the setting, but I'm not above a little fudging.

Apologies for any inaccuracies with the details of spear hunting, but in my defense neither I nor any of these characters have gone spear hunting before.

#cipher talk #My writing #original fiction #SBTF

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BLUE LOCK BOYZ AS MY FAVORITE SONGS WITH BAD REASONS

(because i believe because I have good taste)

Benadryl Dreams by Soccer Mommy

AS SEISHIRO NAGI

You can't convince me to NOT think that he sometimes look at Reo and smile when he doesn't look at him.

I live for whipped Seishiro.

Very calm n soft.

Shouldve been me by Mitski

AS RIN ITOSHI

He is legitimately jealous of Isagi.

He put him to shame in front of everyone AND his brother.

I know that feeling, and it's also the same feeling in this music (#iemosad).

Borderline by Tame Impala

AS YOICHI ISAGI

Because the man on the field isN'T the same little guy off it.

I mean, he can't get away from Blue Lock now, he's stuck.

I actually... Don't like Isagi, at all, i don't even know why i gave him a song. Bitch.

Fucking Boyfriend by the bird and the bee

AS MEGURU BACHIRA

Because there is ''bee'' in the singers name.

I just think that he could listen to it while thinking to his lover(s).

JUST LET HIM DREAM OF HIS CHARMING PRINCE(SS).

Bloody witch by Bloodwitch

AS MICHAEL KAISER

Looks like an incantation.

Kaiser comes straight from hell.

Anyways thanks you ''i'm not ok with this'' and f Netflix.

Pop Music by Lilac Boy

AS JYUBEI ARYU

I mean..

We don't know what religion he's part of but if he was into hellenism, he would certainly be a Aphrodite person.

Him fixing his makeup while vibing on this song.

Clownfucker by James Roach w Toby Fox

AS IGARASHI GURIMU

Even the autor admit it, he is a fucking clown.

I was hesitating with GHOST by nelward.

This song is... bouncy and goofy. Like him.

I don't understand why people hate this poor baby.

I'm not appart of the Homestuck fandom sorry (askip la musique en fesait partit) but i'm vibing.

Ramen Waitress by High Sunn

As Gin Gagamaru

I can see him sing with ''la-la-la-la-la''

This boy love to eat.

And I love this boy.

IFHY by Tyler The Creator w Phrarrell

AS ALEXIS NESS

Do I really have to explain this one ?

Passive-agressive little silly guy hihi. (i'm too)

That new dude with an attitude IS Yoichi.

Alice is Michael.

Stalking w his ''Emperor'' on Isagi in the canon so he could do it alone on Kaiser

''God chosen emperor'' falls from the Sky.

I have too much to say.

(and I'm sorry if it's a red flag but it really is one of my favorite Tyler songs and i really love Alexis too)

I Love My Boyfriend by Princess Chelsea

AS HYOMA CHIGIRI

Because the singer has a ''princess'' in their nickname.

It could be his voice.

Very calm, Listen to this in a field of flowers or while taking a walk>>>. (I only leave home to go to school, pls befriend me)

Elvis by Noble Son

AS NIJIRE NANASE

Did you listen to the song ?

It's so cute and sweet.

I'm diying.

I can imagine him singing the littles ''wu-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh'' ARHHH.

Money, Money, Money by ABBA

AS ASAHI NARUHAYA

Because he is broke (but not as much as Lorenzo homeless ass).

If only he had won.. Looks like big sister has to sell your little brother (idk what i'm saying but bro is going to the Deep web).

666 by Loverboyrando

AS RYUSEI SHIDOU

Because he is the devil in disguise.

I love it and I love this song, it's just logic.

Kiss my ass. (Sorry but i like to be random.. anyway, he is too sooo-)

Baby Tonight by Black Polish

AS RENSUKE KUNIGAMI

Just him being rejected by someone for his "scary" look and bad fashion sense.

I personally think that that person is Hyoma.

The third verse is post WildCard.

I.. really love him now. I mean, he isa bit more interesting, now i want to see his little sister react.

Mary by Alex G

AS YO HIORI

Mary is Yo.

That's all i have to say.

I like to think that Alex G would be Karasu, not because i ship them but because he is the only one to talk to him personally, like, not about football and read him deeper than his techniques. Or maybe I can't read and I don't understand the texts.

He is Real and I am Not.

WOMB by Melanie Martinez

AS RANZE KURONA

The whole album is in his vibe, I think.

I have no arguments, I just see him dancing with his hands and turning to this music.

If it was part of the solar system, it would surely be the moon or mercury. Just saying

Get by, I'm not your mother.

This is the first time I've seen a character or medium have my birthday (September 6, don't forget). Plus it's one of my favorite works.When I found out, it brightened my day (+ he likes to braid his hair like me (I like doing twists) and his favorite animal is the shark like me, I was about to cry).

Twilight by bôa

AS REO MIKAGE

I'm sure he hasn't recovered from his breakup.

Disappointment and hate can't go away so easily and I know it (I'm a poet, pls someone sign me up, i need money).

BEAUTIFULL MONSTER by STAYC

AS SAE ITOSHI

Because he is Pretty .

And he is a Monster.

Rin was and is still a kid.

I'm disapointed but not surprised by this event .

Pretty lashes tho

And he agreed to change his mind by accepting the u-20 match, maybe he will start to change (chapter 345, no clickbait).

Peur de la mort by Hunter

AS TABITO KARASU

Yes, i'm French hihihi.

I just think that he is in this vibe.

Like , look at the lyricsss, it fit him!!

Anyways you CAN Say that he rap in his bedroom when he is alone. Even if he sound like a dying hippopotamus.

Thinks he's cool and mysterious when he's just one of those cringe bnha Cosplayer (no offense, I'm a fan too ok).

Don't Wanna Fall In Love by KYLE

AS EITA OTOYA

Because this pretty boy has bitches that i don't AND he didn't really like them.

I could call him fuckboy but i don't because i have respect. peace.

He is at least a playboy (by canon)

If his Soundcloud rap was popping.

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