#hope this isn’t god testing my knowledge
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Be Still My Bleeding Heart.
Yan Zhongli x God Reader.
[The First Contract index]
Warnings: Yandere themes, unhealthy relationships, power imbalance o'clock.
Word count: 2k.
“I’ve heard you’ve been frequenting the Stone Gate.”
Zhongli’s way of speaking is best compared to a geode. Seemingly insignificant upon initial viewing, but once cracked open, you’ll find yourself enthralled by the contents within. There’s so much to dissect and digest. You’ve become fluent in his language throughout the centuries. It wasn’t always a necessary skill. He matured with each passing millennia, his mannerisms aging like a fine wine, though they became no easier to swallow.
Gone were the days of him using brute force to tackle his way through every challenge waiting before him. He’s patient with enough cunning to match.
You almost miss how simple it once was to get a read on your husband. It requires a great deal more effort now, a resource you’d prefer to expend anywhere else than on him.
“I have,” you don’t see the point in lying. “Do you take issue with the fact?”
“That remains to be seen.”
You’d sigh, but even that feels like you’d be giving him too much. You keep your lips pursed to rectify this. He could be so obstinate about the most trivial details. That element of himself has remained consistent since time immemorial. All you wanted was to take a pleasant stroll through Yuehai Pavilion before returning to your usual activities, yet it seems that’s asking for too much.
Zhongli was waiting when you ascended the steps, his hands folded behind his back, warm amber eyes rivaling the sunset in its intensity. They softened for a mere instant, whatever non-issue you were inevitably about to get reprimanded over temporarily slipping his mind. Sickeningly sweet affection poured forth like vaults of honey, suffocating you in thick layers. You weighed the merits of turning around and venturing elsewhere, then remembered this fabled ‘elsewhere’ doesn’t exist.
He might be testing mortal life, but that doesn’t make Liyue any less of his domain than it was when the Yakshas were greater in number and the adepti gathered for banquets at the Guili Assembly. He could follow you anywhere, you can’t control that. You can, however, control how bad of a mood he’ll be in when he finds you.
Presently, Zhongli places an unwelcome hand on your shoulder, the gesture that was meant to comfort you worse than the spears chaining Osial down to an abyssal depth.
“I hope this isn’t a consequence of us living amongst the people of the Harbor.”
In the same way you are attuned to him, Zhongli is an uncontested expert in all things concerning you. His fervor is born from ardor whereas yours stems from a place of self-preservation. There is no side of you he hasn’t seen, no angle he hasn’t committed to memory with the zeal of a religious fanatic. His seemingly infinite reservoir of knowledge frightens you. There are times when you wonder if he knows you better than you know yourself.
This is further evidence of the possibility.
“… What do you mean by that?”
Zhongli raises an eyebrow. “My heart, please, don’t play dense. We both know you’re anything but. Something’s been troubling you ever since we’ve taken up residence here. I knew it wouldn’t be an easy adjustment, but if this is proving too detrimental for your wellbeing, I’ll have to take appropriate measures.”
You place your hands on the railing in front of you, leaning forward ever so slightly. The wind catches in your hair, carrying the familiar scent of the ocean and dinner being cooked by households awaiting the return of their loved ones. The day draws to a close. You hear laughter, the sound of children playing; two boys struggling to keep up with a little girl who goads them on. This lively scene cannot be found atop Mt. Hulao or any other secluded area you’d be held prisoner in if he thinks it best.
“You take on everyone’s burdens,” Zhongli disregards the view in favor of examining your side profile. You know which one he finds more picturesque. “I adore and fear that trait of yours. I knew there’d be no avoiding it, as it’s embedded in your nature, but I didn’t anticipate you getting this attached.”
“You’re exaggerating the severity of things.”
“Am I?” There’s a slight challenge in his voice you can’t bring yourself to match. “I heard you requested Xiao’s assistance in finding a little girl’s lost doll. An expedition that took multiple days of our Conqueror of Demons’ time.”
“Children are Liyue’s future — I’m doing my part to ensure their happiness.”
“Last week, I found you lecturing a gentleman who voiced dislike of Xinyan’s music. It took you an hour for you to notice my presence. Another hour to let him leave.”
“It was a civil discussion, not a lecture. I left room for him to interject if he had anything worthwhile to say. It isn’t my fault he became tongue-tied when his brutish behavior was confronted.”
“You recently asked me to reshape a mountain range so that Qiqi would have easier passage on her herb-collecting journeys.”
“Are you not the one who once promised me you’d ‘shift the sun’s placement in the sky’ if I ever found it unsatisfactory?”
Zhongli coughs into his gloved hand to hide his embarrassment. “I… was young then. My prose reflects that.”
“2,500 hardly qualifies as young, old man.”
“It does for beings like us. Now,” he seems eager to move on from the subject, “The examples I listed are the mildest. You’re spreading yourself thin, concerning yourself with matters beyond your control. I’ve seen what it did to you in the past. As your husband, I must ensure that doesn’t happen again.”
There’s something else at play here, yet you’ll leave that detail to be uncovered later.
“If I’m understanding this correctly, you’re criticizing me for caring about the people who you spent centuries shedding blood — yours and others — over.”
You don’t bother hiding the bitterness on your tongue. He’s worse than a thorn in your side, he’s a knife, jabbed in so deep that pulling it out is no longer an option. You have to live with the blade’s intrusion and adjust accordingly to the pain. It’s obvious to you that he’s been stewing on this for a while, the trips to the Stone Gate must’ve been the final nail in the coffin. You’ll both argue circles around each other until the heart of the issue is addressed.
The specifics of the contract you signed many, many years ago stipulate you may not leave Liyue’s borders unless a particular list of requirements is met. It isn’t like Zhongli is actively looking to punish you — he said so many times himself — which is why he becomes extra stifling when he thinks you’re pushing your limits. Or his limits, to be precise. The God of Contracts takes these matters very seriously.
Eventually finding you can’t take the silence any longer, you come right out and say it. “It’s true that I can get a bit too… involved when it comes to helping mortals. I see the solution right in front of me and wish those involved could see it too. That’s why I was seeking out a fellow god who is better at handling these situations with the appropriate nuance.”
His face gives away nothing when he speaks. The same cannot be said for the low timbre his voice takes on.
“And what god other than myself might my dearest spouse be seeking the audience of?”
“Barbatos,” you reply without hesitation. Something cold runs through the air between you. “He’s lived amongst mortals for so long. I might have some issues with his carefree temperament, but he knows how to guide others in that human form of his. Perhaps ‘guide’ isn’t the right word. He offers just enough for them to reach the solutions themselves. I want to learn from him.”
In a split second, his diamond-shaped pupils thin into slits, reminiscent of his draconic form. It’s gone in the time it takes you to blink. He sighs, his gaze finally breaking off from you. You feel his hand settle on the small of your back in what can only be described as a possessive gesture. Zhongli rarely touched you in public for the sake of social decency. This revelation must’ve been enough for him to discard the propriety he associates himself with in the current era.
You can tell he’s thinking and you let him. While he chews on the truth, your eyelashes flutter shut, blocking out the sensory stimuli you normally adore. Memories come and go like the ocean’s waves brushing up against the shoreline of your beloved Yaoguang Shoal. Had things gone differently, you’re confident you would’ve learned the lessons you’re currently seeking out on your own. The centuries you were forced to spend separated from mortals, incapable of answering their many desperate prayers, built an intimidating wall.
You’d either need to scale it or tear it down in its entirety — you’re not going to let your husband add to its height.
“He’s a whimsical spirit, so our paths never managed to cross,” you look up at the stony countenance of Zhongli, who weighs your every word on an internal scale. Judgment could be in your future dependingly. “I’ll stop making my trips there. You have my word.”
“You can continue to do so as long as I am present,” his earrings catch the dimming sunray’s when he turns his head in your direction. “I’m not the unreasonable man you try to make me out to be, [First]. Let this be proof of that.”
No, he’s probably worse. Hiding his domineering tendencies beneath a thin veneer of amicability. You keep the thought to yourself. You’ve already pushed him far today by admitting what you did. Limits were meant to be teased, not breached. No one knows this like you do.
“I accept the terms of this contract.”
Seemingly content with this, he nods, his hand detaching from you while he does so. The vortex of tension surrounding you dissipates in an instant. You could relax your posture, but you don’t, a frown working its way onto your face. Encountering Venti by chance really would’ve been ideal, even if it was a long shot. Understanding the hearts of others was one thing, granting them the same vision is another.
“You’re doing it again, aren’t you?” Zhongli muses. It’s a tactic he loves utilizing. Giving vague statements or suggestions so you have no choice but to ask for him to elaborate. An intelligent tactic from a conniving god.
You take the bait, uncaring of how his hook will sink into your flesh.
“Hm?”
“Taking on everyone’s burdens,” he clarifies. “Whatever should I do with you?”
You make a face. He really could do anything he wanted to you — the gap in your divine power is that sizable. It’s by his mercy and self-proclaimed “love” alone that he puts up with your near-constant ambivalence. Not wanting to linger on this uncomfortable topic, you turn on your heels, preparing to descend the steps and return to Liyue Harbor’s heart. If you’re fortunate, maybe he’ll get distracted and start a conversation on architecture or preferably anything else.
This turned out to be a stroll you wish you didn’t take.
“Treat me to dinner, preferably. I made a balm for some burns Xiangling recently sustained. I’ll give it to her while we’re in the area.”
It doesn’t take much effort for him to catch up to you with those absurdly long legs of his.
“Ah. Well, it’s a date then.”
Zhongli observes with silent amusement how you scrunch your nose up yet don’t voice your dissent. You flutter around from person to person, inquiring after so and so’s health, or if a sibling safely made it to Inazuma, dutifully recording the knowledge for later use. Your husband knows how you dislike your association with The God of Love title the mortals mistakenly assigned to you many moons ago — still, he can’t help but find it fitting.
How could he not notice that you overflow with love for anyone who isn’t him?
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Antecedent
She knows Aaron has done all of this before but she could do without the constant reminders.
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Hi friends
Some Sunday night domestic fluff, hurt/comfort goodness for you all <3
No idea where this one came from tbh, but the idea wouldn't leave me alone so here we are!
Please let me know what you think <3
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Words: 3.1k
Warnings: Pregnancy
Read over on Ao3 or below the cut
Emily sighs contentedly as she slips the fluffy spa bathrobe off of her shoulders, letting it slip to the ground as she lays down on the daybed. She smiles as she settles down, her hand immediately resting on her bump, stroking it through the thin material of her skimsuit. She briefly closes her eyes as she relaxes, the only sound the splashing of the nearby pool.
“It’s incredibly unfair you look that good pregnant.”
She opens her eyes and smiles at her friends, raising her eyebrow at JJ and Penelope as she replies, her eyes fixed on the drink being offered to her, “I am only 5 months along,” she says as she sits up a little straighter and takes the drink, “I’m sure it will be an entirely different story in a couple of months,” she smiles as her friends sit down and their daybeds, her eyebrows furrowing at the drink she’d been handed in a champagne flute, “What’s this?”
“Non-alcoholic mimosa,” Penelope replies, taking a sip of her drink which was clearly a regular mimosa.
“So, orange juice, then?” Emily smirks, taking a sip of her drink, idly running her hand over her bump at the now familiar, but no less amazing, feeling of her baby moving. It was still something just for her, not strong enough for Aaron to feel from the outside yet, and as much as she was looking forward to him being able to experience this too, she was relishing in the knowledge this was hers for now.
“You’re the one who’s pregnant on your bachelorette,” JJ says, her smile never fading as she makes her happiness for her friend clear, “It’s not like we can drink downtown dry of tequila.”
Emily smiles and nods, “True, this isn’t exactly how I imagined my bachelorette,” she replies, taking another sip of her drink, “But before Aaron, I’m not entirely sure I imagined I’d get married at all, or get the chance to do this,” she says, rubbing a circle on her belly.
It hadn’t been their intention for both the pregnancy and the wedding to happen at the same time. When Aaron proposed she knew she didn’t want to wait too long to get married, the thought of being his wife, of him being her husband, more important to her than anything else. They’d set the date for 6 months after he proposed, something for them to look forward to, a shining light after what had felt like a long few months. She’d been off her birth control for almost a year by the time Aaron proposed. Any hope, or excitement, she’d felt at the prospect of having a baby with him had faded away by the time she finally took a test that came back positive. She hadn’t believed it, tears in her eyes as she asked Aaron to go buy more tests because she was sure the one she’d taken must have been wrong. He’d nodded, pressing a fierce kiss to her lips before he ran out of the house to the pharmacy closest to them.
It was only later, with half a dozen positive tests laid out in front of them, that they realised he’d left the house in mismatching shoes.
“How was your pregnancy massage?” JJ asks, settling more comfortably into her chair, laughing as Emily moans in pleasure, “What did I tell you, they are so good right?”
“I swear to god my back hasn’t felt like this in months,” she replies, sighing contentedly, her body feeling loose and light for the first time since she’d started her second trimester, “I think I’m going to have to convince Aaron to bring me here again when I’m the size of a house.”
Penelope and JJ both laugh and Penelope checks the time, “I wonder what the guys are up to.”
Emily hums, “Well if I know Dave, he’ll have ordered the most expensive scotch on the menu and they’ll at least be a bottle in by now,” she smiles wryly, “Although they’d better not get too drunk, the wedding is only in a few days and I’d rather my husband isn’t hungover when I’m not allowed to drink.”
“Come on, Hotch is the most sensible person on the planet,” Penelope says, finishing off her drink, “Besides, he’s done this before, he probably had his crazy bachelor party back when he married Haley.”
Her smile falters as her friend unintentionally hits on a sore point of hers, a raw nerve that had been constantly picked at over the last few weeks, never given the chance to heal. Comments from everyone, mostly well-intended she knows, about how none of this was new to Aaron. That he’d been married before, that he’d had a baby before. The implication, even if it wasn’t the intended one, that it somehow made all of this less special. She knows her hormones are making it worse, that she’s more sensitive than she ever has been before. Every emotion bigger and harder to compartmentalise than they ever had been before. She just wants to be able to enjoy all of this, to relish in the fact she was marrying the man she loves, that she was having a baby with him, without being reminded that he’d done this with someone else before.
She loves Jack so much she couldn’t, and wouldn’t want to, imagine life without him. He was her son as much as the baby she was carrying was hers, and she knew she’d burn the world down to protect them both. She wasn’t a young, naive thing who wanted to be the only person Aaron had ever loved, but she just wished that sometimes things were a little simpler. That they could enjoy these things together without her mother reminding her she was going to be his second wife, or her OBGYN commenting that ‘dad knows what he’s doing’ when Aaron reassured Emily everything was fine during a recent appointment.
“Yeah,” Emily says, clearing her throat as she nods, smiling tightly as she tries to shake away, the sadness that had settled on her shoulders, desperate to make sure the relaxing effect of her massage lasted until at least she left the building, “You’re right, he’ll probably still offer to make me breakfast in the morning.”
JJ sighs, “Do you think he’ll run husband lessons for Will?” She jokes, laughing as Penelope joins in. Emily chuckles too, forcing the sound out, her hand on her bump as she tries to enjoy the rest of her afternoon.
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She yawns as she walks down the stairs the next morning, smiling softly as she turns the corner into the kitchen to find Aaron already awake and preparing breakfast.
“Morning,” she says, her smile widening when he immediately abandons his task of making pancake batter and walks over, his smile tired as he makes it to her side.
“Morning sweetheart,” he replies, stamping a kiss against her lips before he crouches down and kisses her bump, the material of her t-shirt tight around it, “Morning baby.”
She runs her fingers through his hair before he stands back up straight, allowing the way he loves her, the way he loves them both, to wash over her, “What time did you get home? I don’t remember hearing the door.”
“Not too late,” he says, wrapping his arms around her, the feel of her rounded belly pressing up against him never failing to make him smile, to make joy and affection swirl in his gut, “I was home by midnight. You were fast asleep”
She wraps her arms around his neck and kisses him, raising her eyebrow at the way he smirks in amusement, “Okay, Cinderella, before you make too much fun of me for being asleep that early remember it’s your fault I’m constantly tired, your kid is sucking all my energy out of me.”
Aaron kisses her cheek, deciding it is best not to mention that she’d been an enthusiastic participant in the activities that had led to her being pregnant, and he runs his hand up and down her back.
“How was the spa?”
She sighs contentedly as she rests her head on his shoulder, “It was amazing, you may have to take me back there for another pregnancy massage when I’m further along.”
He pulls back and kisses her once more before he steps back from her, walking back over to the kitchen counter to continue making breakfast, “I’ll take you every week if you want, sweetheart.”
She presses her lips together in an attempt to hold back her smile as she settles onto a stool at the counter, her hand resting on her bump as she does so, “I’ll hold you to that,” she says, watching him carefully. He seemed fine, no sign of a hangover or even a headache as he hums to himself, “So, what did you guys get up to last night?”
He shrugs as he continues to stir the pancake batter, “Just dinner and drinks,” he says, smiling as he looks up at her, “Dave bought the most expensive scotch available of course, and then we came home.”
“What? No strip joints or lap dances?” She asks, raising her eyebrow at him and he chuckles.
“I’m a bit past that don’t you think,” he says, “I didn’t even do that when I got married to Haley, and I was in my 20s then.”
If it was anyone else she was talking to she knows they wouldn’t have caught her momentary reaction. The flash of annoyance that went across her face, or how her shoulder briefly get tighter before she can control her emotions. He does notice it though, because he never let anything about her pass him by. Something he promised himself he would never let happen again after he buried her.
“Em,” he says carefully, once again abandoning his attempt to make breakfast, all of his attention on her as she clears her throat and tries to pretend she’s fine, “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” she says, swallowing thickly. Usually, she’d talk to him about it. He was her safe space, her best friend as well as the love of her life, and the only person she trusted with everything. But she didn’t know how to tell him this, how to put how she felt into words without making it sound like she resented his son, their son, and the fact that he’d had a life before her, “I’m fine. When is Jack getting home again?”
He stares at her for a moment before he walks over, his lips pressed together as he watches her avoid eye contact, her gaze fixed on the counter she’s sitting at, “Jess is bringing him home this afternoon,” he says, placing his hand on her shoulder when he makes it to her side, his smile soft when their eyes meet, “Sweetheart, what’s wrong?”
She sighs as he repeats his question, and she sinks her teeth into her lower lip. For a moment she finds herself irritated at how well he knows her, how much he loves her. It’s bone-deep and irrational, and she tells herself that it’s entirely down to the pregnancy hormones. As if this wasn’t something they’d come up against frequently when their relationship was new and she was wholly unused to being loved this way. She’d settled into it since then, and she usually let herself accept it, now aware that she could never live without it, without him, again.
Even if right now it means that she feels she has no choice but to tell him something she’s sure will upset him.
“I…” she drifts off, clearing her throat as she shakes her head at herself, “I don’t really know how to explain it.”
Aaron leans forward and kisses her forehead before he reaches for her hand, linking their fingers together as he squeezes encouragingly, “Come on, let's go sit down.”
He helps her off the stool, his hand firm but gentle at her back as he guides her to the living room, the pair of them sitting together on the couch. They sit next to each other and he turns so he’s facing her, his knee pressing into her thigh.
“Why don’t you just start where it feels right,” he says, placing his hand on her leg, running it up and down soothingly, “We can go from there.”
She clears her throat, “You know I love you and Jack so much, right?” She asks, a desperate tone to her voice neither of them miss, and he nods in response.
“Of course I do,” he replies, smiling encouragingly at her, “And we love you too. You know that”
She smiles sadly at him and looks down at their joint hands, at her engagement ring that was sometimes too tight first thing in the morning as her pregnancy progressed. In a few day's time there would be a second ring there, the matching one on Aaron’s hand, and the thought of it makes her stomach flip in a way that has nothing to do with the tiny baby shifting around inside of her.
“Sometimes I wish we were experiencing this the same way,” she says, biting the inside of her cheek as she immediately feels tears press at the back of her eyes.
He waits for a few seconds to see if she’s going to carry on, if she’s going to give him more context, but she doesn’t, “What do you mean Em?”
She sighs and closes her eyes which forces hot tears past her lashline, “Everyone keeps reminding me you’ve done all this before,” she says, wiping tears from her cheeks with her spare hand, “You’ve been married, you’ve had a baby,” she laughs humourlessly, “You’ve even had a bachelor party before and…and it feels like it makes all of this less special.”
He internally curses himself for not thinking of it earlier. He’d noticed the comments too, largely well-meaning, and hadn’t thought much of it. He’d smiled and carried on, and he’d even made some comments himself, as he had just a few minutes ago. He would have put a stop to it if he’d known it was upsetting her.
“Em-”
“And I know we can’t change it, and I wouldn’t want you to either. I know you had a life before me and I had one before you. And that life gave you Jack and I love him, and Haley by extension but-”
“You just wish it was a little simpler,” he says, cutting her off before she starts to ramble too much. She looks up at him, her shoulders relaxing a little at the understanding smile on his face, and she sighs.
“Yeah,” she replies, smiling tightly as he reaches out to wipe a tear from her cheek, “I wish it was a little simpler.”
They fall into silence for a moment before he wraps his arms around her, pulling her into his side. He kisses her temple and runs his hand up and down her back, “Why didn’t you say anything?”
“I didn’t want to upset you,” she replies, shifting to look up at him, “And I didn’t want you to think I resented Jack.”
“Oh, sweetheart,” he says, kissing her forehead before pulling back to look at her properly. He cups her cheek and gently wipes away another tear, “I’d never think that for a second,” he says, “And I want you to know even though I’ve done this before it’s no less special,” she tries to look down but he stops her.
“Aaron-”
“I mean it,” he says firmly, “I love you. We’re getting married and we’re having a baby. That’s…” he trails off as he laughs as if he’s in disbelief, “If you’d told me that a few years ago I wouldn’t have believed it. It’s a dream come true.”
She blushes, her cheeks immediately tinged pink as she shakes her head at him, a laugh escaping as a scoff, “Honey…”
“It’s true,” he says, leaning forward and stamping a kiss against her lips, “You’re the love of my life, Emily Prentiss, and the fact I get to do all of this with you is nothing short of exceptional.”
She leans forward to kiss him, sure that words weren’t enough as she presses her lips against his, hoping she can get across how she feels. She pulls back and rests her forehead against his for a moment.
“I love you.”
“I love you too,” he replies, kissing the tip of her nose before he tugs her in for a hug, her bump pressing into him as he hauls her into his lap. They sit in contented silence, and it feels like a weight has been lifted from her shoulders, making her feel even lighter than she had after her massage the day before. As he runs his hand up and down her back, his fingers skimming the hem of her t-shirt, an idea occurs to him, “We should get married.”
Emily laughs, shaking her head at him as she settles further into his embrace, “Honey, I don’t know if you remember this, but we are getting married. In three days. All of the favours are all over our dining table and one of the spare bedrooms is full of those centrepieces my mother insisted on.”
He laughs at her and encourages her to look at him, putting a little bit of space between them so their eyes meet, “I do know that, what I mean is, we should go get married today. We have the license already, we can go to city hall - just you and me,” he says, watching as her mouth falls open, truly speechless for the first time since he’d met her, “We can still have the wedding as planned, but we can do the important part this afternoon if you want to.”
She clears her throat, choking out a laugh as she does so, “You want to elope?”
He shrugs, his eyes searching hers for any kind of answer on how she was feeling, “I want to do whatever you want to do.”
She thinks about it for a moment, her lips pressed together as she stares at him, and she bites her lower lip, “I’ve never eloped before.”
Aaron smiles at her, leaning in to kiss her cheek, his words a whisper against her skin, “Neither have I.”
When he pulls back, the beautiful wide smile on her face is the only answer he needs.
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Halloween art 2023 🎃
Part one 1
(Even if it's a little late-)
Sooo, I was a little inspired by @megan0013, who made a small post about Strickler being a priest....
I LOVED THE IDEA. And I love the forbidden lover trope-
Soo:
My beloved Barbara as the most beautiful witch in this world. (Ngl I am really proud of that picture.) I would let her test magic on me.
And my sweet avocado (who sadly isn’t an avocado in this AU...at least not now) as a priest. I would commit my life to him.
Context:
Walter is a very commited priest, he believes in what the church told him to believe in...until he meets a very sassy witch. At first He obviously wants to tell everyone but something.... something holds him back. He decides to learn more about witchcraft and general witches since he never actually saw one. He forms some sort of friendship...maybe even love, wich he hides from her in form of snarky and hateful comments. It's all "just for more knowledge" as he tells her. After a few months, he starts opening up and actually giving in to his feelings. But the church gets behind his little secret and they do not approve. And we all know what they want to do to witches...
"You know...I think you startet to like me, priest Waltolomew~" A cheeky smile formed on the witches lips, her tone teasing. The man next to her rolled his eyes and lets out an annoyed huf, yet the tip of his ears reddened in what seemed to be embarrassment. "You need to call me that, need't you?" He mumbled sarcasticly, he hated when she used his full name.
But why? She is just some witch. A disgusting sinful creature. Why would I get embarrassed by something impure like her? Sure she is still a women...a beautiful one in particular- NO. She is a demonic monster... "boop!" He was pulled out of his thoughts as the soft texture of her gloves brushed against his skin, her forefinger booped his nose and he couldn't help but stare at her in disbelieve. "What-?!"
Suddenly the witch barked out a laugh. "You should see your face! It's hilarious!" Her face grimaced, trying to kopie his surprised look until she couldn’t hold her laughter back. Totally caught of guard he looked at the witch in utter irritation...wich soon changed in anger. How could that disgusting little demon do something like that?! No respect at all and...and-
Then she started giggeling, her beautiful form was Illuminated by the moon. His eyes softend, his form relaxed slowly and he let's out a small sigh. He couldn't hate her...as much as he tried to with his insults and his negativ view. He reached into his robe and pulled a small golden glowing thing out. With one swift move, he almost shoved it into her face, holding it there. "Take it." He whispered, looking away from her.
"But that's your cross necklace...isn’t that super important to you...?" Her face turned serious, a soft breeze making the cross jiggle lightly. "Take.it." Was is only answer. "But-" He forcefully pushed it into her hand. "I said TAKE IT!" His voice almost sounded like a growle. "The church is searching for you. Leave now or they will get you. I wanted to hand you over but...I can't..." He didn’t dare to look at her face. "Take it. May god be with you...may this protect you. May I protect and be with you."
Soft lips meet his cold cheek and a big red blush spread over his cheeks. As he turned, he sees this beautiful creature holding herself to not fall from her broom. "Thank you." The cross in her hand glowed as she put it around her neck. "We will see each other again, my sweet Waltolomew. I knew I could trust you...even if it's hard for you to trust me." She smiled sadly, and flew away...letting him stand there...alone.
They would see each other again...
Not in the way they wished.
Well... I hope it's okay...It should explain their dynamic but I am still a little sick. Got a BIG cold and I am seriously done with thinking.
However closeup:
#trollhunters#walter strickler#barbara lake#stricklake#toa strickler#toa trollhunters#stricklander#strickler#waltolomew stricklander#tales of arcadia#halloween 2023#I AM IN LOVE WITH BARBARA IN THIS AU#I am so damn proud of that outfit.#and I think that I did good with the shading#however...walter'#I-#I can’t draw his human form...#and I know his outfit is fine but it's so simple...it looks bad compared to barb#tho he is a Priest#I love priest outfts#he was a little inspired by frollo...but in a consentual...not creepe old man way#tho frollos outfit was cool..and his song was fire🔥#get it?...because his song was hellFIRE?!#*coughs* ahem#anyways#part 2 is trauma 🫶#oh and funfact why the cross is important (beside religion): it's from his dead mom. she died from the plauge#when he was 10....#His father was abusive and left him alone. He stole and 'sinned' a lot until a nice priest took him in.#he also passed away but walt is determined to get as good as him until Barbara flies into his life.
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Mondstadt crew reacting to S/O being pregnant
Diluc
Is very calm on the outside, he is doing it for both of you. Everything gets baby proofed. No no suits of armor or swords on display. Winery? I don’t think so, he is making sure no one mistakes grape juice for wine. He is very on top of what needs to be done. You would think he was prepared for this. Does not take anyone’s bullshit. Especially later in your pregnancy. No one is making you do anything strenuous.
On the inside, very worried about being a dad. He still has to worry about the Abyss so he worries he won’t be able to protect you both.
Kaeya
Another one good at hiding how worried he is. Won’t even bat an eye about it. Just smiles and good vibes. But boy is he scheming. He will have entire scenarios already planned out in order to make your pregnancy as comfortable as possible. Drinks less to stay sharp too. Although he likes to make jokes about making a small eyepatch for the baby or something.
Albedo
He is actually very enthusiastic about it, he is getting to see human life being created. Although you kind of feel like a test subject, he assures you he just wants to be careful. He has an entire baby log about how often the baby kicked and calculated the delivery. He was right. Albedo strikes me as the type to enjoy brining his child into work with him so he baby proofs his lab.
Bennett
Oh my god he is going to keep away from you as much as possible. But it hurts because he wants to be there all the time too. His bad luck makes it hard for him to find the best time to be around you. Lowkey worried he might be the cause of a miscarriage or something. He tricks out a baby room that has an adventurer’s theme. He also dreams about taking the baby out on an adventure. Very happy dad.
Venti
Another one interested in the creation of humans but isn’t helpful with the pregnancy. He has next to no knowledge as to how to help so he kinda just hangs around. Oh but you bet he is already picking cute clothes and joke clothing. Like Venti would wear the “The Original” shirt and give the baby “The Remix” shirt. He will sing to your belly in hopes he can soothe the baby.
Razor
Has no idea what to do on a humane level but understands your body is changing. Will make sure you are healthy and comfortable. Like he will tell you to eat meat or bring you fruits he knows the wolf mom’s eat. He is trying, he knows it would be better to learn what humans do. Will try and ask Jean about it but speaking is hard. Klee can’t help much but at least she clues him in on it.
#genshin impact#diluc genshin impact#genshin x reader#diluc ragnivindr x reader#diluc x you#kaeya x reader#genshin kaeya#genshin imagines#albedo x reader#genshin impact albedo x reader#venti x reader#genshin impact venti#genshin impact bennett#bennet x reader
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BTAS, ZY, Arkham Riddlers with crush on dumbass henchwoman
“How the hell did you get that?”
“I just grabbed it on the way out.” Henchwoman twirled around, showcasing the black fabric down her back.
“You grabbed Batman's cape?”
“Looks nice, right?”
A/N: I hope you don't mind I took liberties again with the different Riddlers to call for a different scenario, but the same idea is there lol Hope you enjoy ~
Trigger Warnings: some lewd thoughts/suggestiveness for Zero Year/Capullo Riddler but that's about it.
Riddlers with a Dumb!Reader Who Stole Batman's Cape
BTAS Riddler:
You and Eddie were gasping and heaving for air as the two of you finally made it back to the safe house.
“That was a close one…” You said breathlessly.
“Yes, it was.” Ed agreed sternly. He looked over at you, “are you hurt?”
“N-No I’m fine, are you–”
“What part of wait for my signal didn’t you understand?” He interrogated.
He wanted so badly to ask you that first, but wanted to make sure you weren’t hurt. He did care after all, despite doing everything he can to keep the emotion at bay.
“I did! You said to spring the cage when you flashed your light. I saw a light and I pulled the lever!”
“I didn’t flash any light!”
“You didn’t? B-But I could’ve sworn…oh….it may have been a glare..” You admitted in a mutter.
Ed rubbed his temples in agony and defeat. There was no use in hurting your feelings and getting you upset. “I-It’s fine, it’s fine…just another hiccu– what on earth are you wearing?”
“Oh!” You immediately bounced back and gave a little twirl as a black cape fluttered around her.
“Is…is that Batman’s cape?”
“Pretty neat, huh? It got stuck to the cage and I thought I’d take it!”
Edward took off his hat and mask and resumed to rub the temples of his brain, in an attempt to ease the oncoming headache.
Zero Year Riddler:
God, it’s a good thing you’re hot. Like no seriously, it’s one of the only reasons he keeps you around. You’re dumb enough to make him constantly feel like the smartest person in the room, and you’re an absolute treat to look at (and made for a good lay). He adored you the way someone would a cute dumb puppy, it’s harsh but it’s true.
“All you had to do was cut the power off in the main electrical room…” Ed sighed. “It was one button.”
“B-But Eddie…there were…a lot of buttons.” You stammered.
“I understand…but you were able to find the right one weren’t you?” He asked you, as condescendingly as possible.
You nodded sheepishly.
“But it was too late wasn’t it? Batman had already found you, luckily I was there to rescue you, huh? How great of me isn’t it?”
“Yes it was very brilliant of you, thank you, Riddler!” You didn’t know much, but you knew how much it pleased him when you referred to him by his moniker.
Edward chuckled at you. Sure, you screwed up, but honestly he looked forward to it. He got to…punish you for it.
“But! I did manage to snatch this from him!” You pulled out a long black cape you had hidden behind your back.
“Where the hell did you get that?”
“Batman! I tugged it off of him while he was carrying me!”
For once, the smug Prince of Puzzles was…puzzled to say the least.
Arkhamverse Riddler:
It was a mystery to Edward why he still kept you around. He had to work twice as hard to work around or fix your screw-ups. He constantly had to baby you and tell you not to go here or there. Please don’t touch that, don’t touch this. It was tiresome for the already on edge genius.
However he couldn’t deny your undeniable loyalty to him. Edward knew you would be entirely lost without him. What a great man he is, right? And you would be right there by his side perfectly agreeing and clinging on to every word he said like it was the gospel. Also it didn’t help you looked kinda cute whenever you solved a riddle and smiled widely at him, or you picked the right tool he wanted the first time.
Ed was working on another batch of riddler-bots when he sent you out to grab a few tools and materials. This was another one of Edward’s test just to see if any sort of knowledge had retained itself into your cerebrum the past year you’ve worked for him.
Which is why what he asked for wasn’t anything of real significance. Just some wrenches, a mallet, and sheets of metal that laid to waste in Wonder City.
Edward heard your playful humming as you made your way back into the sewers. He turned around on his barstool and away from his workbench to face you.
“Y/N, did you manage to get the things I requested?”
“Umm…I think so, Eddie.” You dropped everything on the floor unceremoniously.
Ed cringed at the loud clanking of the wrench hitting a metal sheet. You did manage at least one of supplies…the sheets of metal. The rest of the items were miscellaneous at best. Rocks, stones, a tiny hammer, and a few screws.
So much for this little experiment.
Edward tried to keep in his frustrations. Taking deep breaths, and deciding that he’s beyond exhausted to get into it with you…again.
“C-Close, at least you got the metal…”
“I’m sorry, Eddie. When I got there…I uh forgot what you asked for.”
“What about the list I gave you?”
You hid your hands behind your back and started childishly rocking back and forth. Avoiding eye contact with Edward, like a child that hoped if it’s parents couldn’t see them, they wouldn’t get scolded.
Edward just sighed in defeat. He didn’t have time to deal with you or scold you about how stupid you were…you would just forget it tomorrow anyway.
He did notice you playing with something behind your back, and a weird black cord around your neck.
“What’re you wearing?”
“Oh this?” You twirled around. You held it open to show it’s long length, before you wrapped it around yourself, giddily. “It’s a cape!”
Edward almost fell out of his stool. “I-Is that Batman’s cape?”
“It’s Batman’s cape! I ran into him on the way back! He asked where you are, and I didn’t say a peep. I didn’t say a word! I watched him walk off and his cape fell off!”
Edward began walking away from you and out of the workshop.
“W-Wait! Eddie! Where are you going?”
Yeah, no Edward was done. The riddler bots can wait. You can wait. He was going to bed or bludgeoning himself with his own cane, whatever came easiest.
#riddler x reader#edward nygma x reader#edward nashton x reader#btas riddler x reader#zero year riddler x reader#capullo riddler x reader#arkhamverse riddler x reader#ri writes
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Just saw my dad watching a conspiracy theorist on YouTube talking about how there are "Beings of Genos" or some stuff like that that "live among us" and "will one day turn the tables in our favor".
weird, yes. then he started talking about Earth's rings????
he said something like "the seventh ring of Earth - we are discovering this now-" who is we??? how are you discovering this??? source: trust me bro?????
and then.
"we found out (in our language this had the undertone of "through someone else and this is recent info" if that makes sense) that the Incas, Aztecs and Mayans went into the pyramids and vanished."
wow what a guy, he even has time Traveller friends i guess.
makes me sad that my father listens to people like this.
Conspiracy theories are delightful, and the human brain enjoys the chemicals they give it, just like crack cocaine.
Knowing great hidden secrets allows a man to feel superior. It comes in the guise of curiosity and truth-seeking and then poisons any hope of the brain holding onto the tools it needs to actually find truth.
Believe me or not, I have seen first hand, how people reach for the superiority of hidden truths. The information itself, the conspiracy itself never really matters, because the behavior is uniform—fear and arrogance and an attempt to use their hidden knowledge as some kind of leverage.
In the old days, it was witches. Gay people. Communists. Freed slaves. Take your pick. There’s always one group that comes to embody everything they fear and nothing of the original quality. Now we’ve moved on to aliens taking ownership of all your achievements.
Your species were infants, then you struck out in excited fashion. And then….you saw how much it would take and it’s “fuck this shit I’m out” let the aliens build pyramids.
With great power comes great responsibility. Put down the psychological crack, keep hold of systematic rational thought, and learn to self-moderate.
Are we living in a simulation? Who the hell cares? You still die if you get hit by a car. Your consciousness terminates if you stop eating. Who the fuck cares if it’s aliens or special crystals or gods or magic or runny god damned spaghetti. The rules are the same and apply regardless. Preserve history as a means of tending the future. Go about your life. Take care of your loved ones.
Conspiracy theories and vast woven fictions that make you feel particularly clever are about as good for your mental health as a diet of popcorn butter is for your arteries.
We need to start dumping supplements for neurological health into the water supply and forcing people to pass their own mirror test for sentience at this rate.
I have a list of things wrong with my species but it sure as shit isn’t any of your problems.
We are simple. We don’t keep at anything but territory and tormenting humanity. You people make monsters look like little angels staring out from their caves and hollows. Since the day I discovered that changing my diet could dumb me back down to that state, I have debated it. Every single day.
Caves are so much easier than anything you’ve built for yourselves. Such grinding torture. Such dithering fluffy thinking. It’s got to feel horrible for every one of you and yet you plug away.
Yet I eat one hiker who litters and I’m a terrible person.
Humbug
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now that i’ve spent a year with it and any given song off the album can still replenish my joie de vivre at the drop of a beat,
a non-exhaustive list of things i love about ever after (2011):
- themes!!! and! motifs!!! and how it’s about yearning for a simpler time all while knowing that you can never truly return and how the more often you try to go back to that simple time, it corrupts a little bit about what was good in the first place but also about how letting go of the innocence and hope you feel the pull toward would be just as unpalatable.
- vitally important to my listening experience is how these themes and motifs are grounded in music that captures an essence of the popular music scene from my high school years i’m not musically knowledgeable enough to describe in any concrete terms but absolutely, absolutely pings nostalgic to my ear without really having to try
- how josh ramsay et. al. were absolutely, honest-to-god trying
+ disclaimer before we really dive in: i know there’s an official story for this universe, an established canon, but i long ago decided that i get a rich enough story simply listening to the music. so though my interpretation may be wildly inaccurate, no it isn’t. :*
“ever after”:
- one of the joie de vivre restorers, the og, my everything
- how about the way my being in love with the intro ah-ah-ahh-ing from day one unlocked my appreciation for porcelain the character? no more than two days ago, i realized the ahhs were her leitmotif and had to sit with the implications of how that ties the whole album together, how it makes porcelain’s sweetness accessible to us in a way it never was to me when i only had the unreliable narration’s take on her, when i didn’t realize she had a voice of her own in the piece
- directly related, how i’m finding new stuff to lose my complete and utter shit about over a listen-heavy year later
- the way the opening lyrics successfully and instantly sweep me off my feet (and how captivating prologues are a hallmark of the band’s work, both in the writing and the performances)
- i mean, once upon a time / i used to romanticize / used to be somebody, nevermind / i don’t miss it that much now. i get chills every single goddamn time.
- the way our main character, the jaded mr. used to romanticize, is in conversation with a younger and idealistic version of himself in a way that makes me feel like porcelain is the younger version of carolina. the music ebbs and flows from the idealistic strings to the jaded, gritty guitar as the narrator once again gets pulled into his own yearning for the ever after he can never completely capture or hold onto.
- the way the second verse
functions as a call to action. sonically, too, i am rising to my feet, bloodied and ready to fight again. we are going back into the fantastical world of ever after, it was only a matter of time.
- don’t you move / can’t you stay where you are, just for now functioning as the tagline for the narrator’s self-destructive urge to cling to the simplicity of the past to the detriment of his present while also going so fucking hard should be illegal
- WHEN THE TOY SOLDIERS HIT (nobody told ya this was gonna fold ya!!!!)
- to have and hold ya, oversold ya being the first critical lyric in the case i’m building that the toy soldiers are the embodiment of our narrator’s aforementioned tendency toward self-destruction and self-loathing
- just. the build of the whole song. it’s gorgeous and it slaps, what more is there to say?
- the outro/transition into “haven’t had enough” can get it
“haven’t had enough”:
- the 8-bit sound of it and how the music somehow extremely effectively evokes playing an arcade game
- the criminally catchy hook and how this is another song that makes me at least thirty percent brighter no matter what emotional state i’m in when it starts playing. BOP O’CLOCK.
- the full circle of the song (testing, testing, i’m just suggesting / you and i might not be the best thing to testing, testing i’m just suggesting / you and i might just be the best thing) lending itself to the song’s place in the broader narrative. they’ve done this before, the narrator and ever after. in fact, they’ve been stuck now, so long / just got the start wrong. and it’s the hope that maybe things will work out this time that keeps mr. used to romanticize reliving his time in ever after over and over again (one more, last try / imma get the ending right). the arcade game is eating you alive but you’re actually pretty okay with the brightness consuming you. are you not?
- (i would inject this song directly in my veins, so yeah. you’ve got me, mr. romanticize, go on and insist / that [i] haven’t had enough.)
- that guitar (?) lick that comes in halfway through the chorus to revitalize it?? has me so completely by the throat i am a sleeper agent and that lick is my fucking trigger i am not responsible for what i do when it sets me off
- the don’t you need it?s and don’t you want it?s feeling like as much of a question for himself as for ever after/carolina/porcelain. is the cycle worth it? should we really be putting ourselves through this one more time?
- you know the moment in the chorus following the bridge, where it’s like one more, last try / imma get the ending - / YOUUUUUU? yeah, i like that a normal amount.
“by now”:
- i tend to think of this song as the official start to the story we’re meant to retread and retread and retread forever and ever amen. in order to get the ending right, we’ve gotta take a look at where everything went wrong. i feel vindicated in this read by the acoustic guitar. the jadedness stripped down
- it's time that i come clean, but / but for now can we just both pretend to sleep? building on the narrator’s defining flaw as his fear of change and how he tricks himself into believing that not moving in any particular direction means he gets to avoid the change entirely.
- how cheeky the line our talk is small, i'm seven inches tall reads to me because it captures a very real emotion about being formal with someone you know intimately, intimately but also because ever after is a fantastical toy land - let the album art influence your listening experience - and thus invites a more literal interpretation
- the menace of the drums in the outro; toy soldier motif anyone?
“truth or dare”
- you know, i didn’t love this one at first, nor “toy soldiers”, but now i’m deep in it for the villain songs
- nobody will know how you come and you go for it aka the toy soldiers being like “you’re so gagged for ever after, like, it’s kind of embarrassing for you”. wig fully snatched, i absolutely am horny for this album.
- just. the whole of verse two
and how it’s the seductiveness of the narrator’s worst impulses. give into this place, give into the comfort of it. it’s safe, we promise.
- the way the outro feels like clouds parting to the streaming sun, mr. heartthrob arriving on the scene with a near angelic leitmotif to stand up for himself against his own shit
“desperate measures”:
- and like, what i mean by that is, the whole song is about the narrator recognizing his shortcomings as a romantic hero, but pushing for action anyway. this song is the anti-stay where you are, just for now
- when the “desperate measures” guitar hits 👌
- the scathing humor infusing the lyrics gonna make a heartthrob out of me / just a bit of minor surgery / these desperate times call for desperate measures drives me fully insane. girlies when it’s gonna take minor surgery to make a heartthrob outta them but desperate times call for desperate measures
- hearing have a piece of american dream / open up and swallow, on your knees / and say, “thank you, i’d like some desperate measures, please” for the first time was just like, are we allowed to do this are we allowed to just record stuff like that and casually slide it in front of my ears my impressionable mind may experience lust 🥵
- fellas, is it personal growth to acknowledge you’ll never get over the pull of ever after? fellas, is it problematic to hinge your ability to get the ending right on a kiss for luck from your beloved when they’re already falling out of love with you?
asking for a friend.
“porcelain”:
- the vital, vital importance to the album’s fairytale aesthetics that the sweeping ballad is the exploration of the narrator’s best and worst quality: the depth of his love for porcelain, for their ever after life together. as his beacon of hope, it’s where he draws inspiration for moments of great heroism. but he also lets it run so deep that it overshadows his own personhood. and i love the way the music speaks to this dynamic with a pervasive and ominous and tense whooshing noise underlying the simple, beautiful melody.
- you can’t erase the way it pulls when seasons change because, like, yeah! time marching ever onward does pull at you, i feel this line in my bones. but also the way the line reflects back on the narrator’s relationship with living in the past vs. being in the present… woof
- the instrumental break slaps, it’s the best part of the song let’s be real. and the fact that the ahh-ah-ahhhhing returns! the narrator just told porcelain she has the space to tell him what she needs whenever she’s ready for that, and then the song itself gives her the break in which she can use her voice. fuckin masterful!!
“fallout”:
- SONG OF ALL TIME when the intro hits i lose all semblance of composure it makes me need to punch windows!!! i am gargling the glass!!! i am launching myself into the stratosphere and i’ll never feel the pull of gravity again!!!! FUCK
- okay but. the way this song is the narrator at his worst, his most cloying, his most pitiful. it is THE pathetic meow, meow anthem and the fact that it goes as fucking hard as it does... i cannot articulate the implications without wanting to pull out my hair but. it’s alluring!! being your worst self has a great pull on you! there’s a certain kind of dark triumph to it! WHERE’S THAT BROKEN GLASS
- the way the ‘boom-boom-tcha’ of the beat starts to speed up so there are no rests as we approach the chorus. we’re losing control: of ourselves of the narrative of the song itself!! take me away, ian casselman.
- the way you’re sleeping like a babe beside him makes me think of ‘babes in toyland’ every time i hear it. i’ve never actually seen the movie, i don’t know if it’s thematically resonant, but kind of like the seven inches tall lyric from “by now”, it simply tickles my brain that the words can evoke the universe we’re in with only sparse accompanying visuals
- how the performance of i know you’re fine but what if i / fallout crescendos. filed under: lyrics to belt along with in your car with all the windows down
- mm, shoutout to live at the rave milwaukee (2022) for giving me undying appreciation of the backing fallouts. can these boys harmonize or what?
- the way and nevertheless / it’s never you let tastes
- one of the very first things that captivated me about this song, and indeed the whole album, was the delivery of don’t tell me to fight / to fight for you / after this long, i shouldn’t have to. the pain of it?? the kinda understated wail? i turn this part all the way up in my headphones and ache ache ache
- god, just. i’m back to how pitiful it is to ask the person who’s broken up with you to be with someone else to take care of you because you don’t know how to get over this on your own. why do i love this song? why do i need to be screaming along to this song at all times?? i actually hate the narrator here, but god does the music move me in a way that kindles empathy
- porcelain’s leitmotif coming in to like, soothe us through the end of the song. the way that’s her doing what our narrator’s asked??? girl, couldn’t be me
“stutter”:
- i’d gone through a bit of a cool phase with this song, a period of ‘mm, this is cringe, actually’ but i’m just coming out the other end to be in love again. too fun for it’s own good.
- in terms of the narrative of the album (and this is the one thing i do know about the canon story), this is the narrator meeting a new character, one who has let themselves be consumed by ever after (i won’t ever be anywhere but here), now forever stuck in the cycle. it’s bright and fun - like the arcade game consuming you - but there is a brokenness to it, too. it’s too late to go / already taken me forever just to try…
- the backing ooh nah nahs tbh (thank you, matt webb)
- like, try not to bop along, i dare you
“toy soldiers”:
- now that our narrator’s been galvanized to want to move on, to leave ever after behind, we gotta get the villain in here to remind us you can’t actually escape.
- the lyrics who’ll be my montague now / to this broken capulet / how, how, how if not for you and the way the how-how evokes the word ‘house’ before moving on to the rest of the line.
- the refrain of don’t you want love? shining a light on the narrator’s insecurity that he’ll never have something as special and formative as his relationship with porcelain and how the toy soldiers are exploiting that to convince him to stay in ever after. you need to get this back, you can’t just walk away. don’t you think i [ever after/the narrator himself] deserve better after all that we’ve been through?
- and then of course the threat of i’ll follow you like toy soldiers, a reminder that ever after is with you whether you choose it or not.
- fuck man, the second verse
is fucking lit, the inherent threat. *touches a hot stove* the poetry of it.
- this song is one of those that never caught my attention when i was first falling in love with the album, but now i can’t believe there was ever a time i was kinda indifferent to it. it makes me feel like the embodiment of this emoji 😈, an emotion i apparently quite like to feel
“b team”:
- the way the intro of this one feels like a distorted version of “desperate measures”. the toy soldiers have baited the narrator into bitterness, and perhaps this is the part of the story where mr. used to romanticize is born, the seeds of him planted
- the way the second verse
illustrates the particular shape of said bitterness, and how it’s directed at porcelain for breaking the illusion of ever after again and again. the way this is clearly the least gracious read of their relationship - we see the narrator’s hand in the destruction even if he can’t - and really drives home the way mr. used to romanticize getting seduced again and again by the toy soldiers makes them the voice of his self-destruction
- the way porcelain’s out here like, “boy, i would pay you to stop.”
(this bridge bops, though, make no mistake)
- the way the ominous church music outro manages to communicate that there’s about to be a mother-effing reckoning
“so soon”:
- and in that reckoning, finally, the narrator lets go: of his bitterness, of porcelain, of ever after. it’s an achingly sad and slow affair, but there’s heart-wrenching beauty in the journey, as well
- the way the narrator’s love for porcelain shines brightest right here, in these quiet and unassuming verses
- the way the outro is, like, porcelain and our narrator being released to float peacefully away from us as the ominous organ takes over and - call me crazy - but it feels like the organ is ever after becoming more than just a presence in the narrative but a voice, as well. (i know rosh ramsay et. al. did the transition music at the very last second, so it’s honestly incredible how cohesive and Correct it all manages to be, happy to be out here stanning legends)
“no place like home”:
- GOD but the hundred-voices-as-one production of the opening lines and how it’s every version of our narrator who climbed into the hole of ever after one last time speaking at once
- the way that lends so much weight to familiar sins come crashing in / and sever forever and after / my old friend, it’s time i leave you here / for once, for all in frozen alabaster, his goodbye to ever after and to porcelain. maybe he really means it this time.
- (okay, but ever after, porcelain being home, though 😭😭)
- the lyrics my old friend, it’s time to say goodbye again / no need to tell me where you’ve been, i feel it for reasons only @nottheleastbrave knows and needs to know
- when our gritty guitar comes back now, it’s full of triumph, and we revisit some of the album’s key lyrics and this is it!! the narrator is taking what he needs from ever after to weave something new!! he’s breaking out but not leaving it behind!!
- WHEN THE TOY SOLDIERS HIT reprise
- the way the toy soldier chant builds to i face the music when it’s dire, finally a statement of responsibility and selfhood, a long way away from the i never face the music when it’s dire and the command of face the music when it’s dire in “ever after”. and in direct response to the toy soldier’s onslaught! i say that’s my baby and i’m proud!!
- and so does porcelain herself!! her gorgeous leitmotif coming in once more to bear witness to and approve of our narrator’s moment of self-actualization
- once upon a time / this place was beautiful and mine / but now it’s just a bottom line and he’s officially let go, freeing himself from the cycle
- and in closing off his path back into ever after, he’s finally worthy of the love he’d mythologized to the point of destruction ([there’s no] yellow bricks and happily - / ever after we lived / the end)
- the music box tinkle of an ending inviting you to start over from the beginning, find comfort in the fairy tale all over again. do you dare complete the circle one more time?
in summation: it’s a silly lil pop album, it’s high arté, everyone could get something worthwhile out of listening to it, no one will understand this album like i understand this album. thank you for reading.
#a manifesto no one asked for#got a lot out of writing it though#and it's going to make me putting this album on when i commute to work tomorrow most gratifying#marianas trench#ever after (2011)
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— random rambles —
Synopsis: I just wanna gush about these characters :’)
Warnings: a lot of my own personal headcanons on the characters lol, mentions of raw cookie dough (putting this here justtt in case), and it’s not proofread
Characters: almost all the twisted wonderland characters!!
Pronouns for reader: gender neutral/ not mentioned
A/n: heyyy, I know I asked for genshin requests but IVE HAD TWISTED WONDERLAND ON THE BRAINNNN for like no reason too… it’s very very strange tbh. Anyways, I really enjoyed writing this, so I hope you like it just as much as I do!! Have a great rest of your day!!
Malleus is absolutely the type to listen to every word you have to say. He isn’t very knowledgeable of a lot of more modern things, so he’s very interested in whatever you have to say :). Best boyfriend for anyone who has a major hyperfixation, this man will eat that shit up. He has a great memory too!! You could tell him everything about your current hyperfixation and he’ll remember it for the rest of his life.
Sebek and silver are weirdly the best duo to be friends ugh in my opinion. Oh my god imagine being in a little trio with them. That’d be so fun!! For example baking with them, Sebek would be very precise yet messy, and silver is probably the type to sneak a little bit of the batter/ frosting JVEJEHE. He definitely eats raw cookie dough straight from the bowl (it’s ok silver so do I, we can get sick together). Sebek probably yells at him for it too, like “MALLEUS WOULDNT APPRECIATE IT IF YOU GOT SICK SILVER.” “Bro wha” JVEJEHE. They’d just be so goofy to be friends with :]
Any time of the day. Anywhere. Any place. Idia is ready to dump his hyperfixations on you. AND IF YOU HAVE THE DAME HYPERFIXATION AS HIM??? It’s over. You are officially now his best friend uhhh would you actually like to just live with him???? If it’s not obvious I’m headcanoning Idia as autistic so. Anyways, if you stim with him? He gets really happy, but also really really nervous?? And pretty flustered. Ortho once walked in on you both just talking about your hyperfixations and he was like “idk what half this means but happy you’re happy” and just left MEVEJEH
Rook probably has a weird infatuation with fancy teas. You know what I mean? He just gives off the vibes, or someone who taste tests teas like they’re wine. Like “oh yes, I can taste the rose in this, mm.. yes yes, 1920’s rose tea, that was freshly brewed in a kettle. Very fine taste you have [name]” “Uhh I just bought this from sam’s shop for like $2. So. Sure??”
I think Jamil REALLY likes collecting random things with snakes on them. He gives the vibes of someone who just likes snakes of all kinds. Socks with a cobra on it?? Yes please. He wears them regularly. A cute little snake keychain, that is in his room somewhere, and sometimes he even puts it on his favorite bag. He just really likes snakes?? I know his last name is viper, so it’s super on brand, but despite all that, I genuinely think he just is one of those people that’s like “wow!! Snakes!! I love them :)” for like no reason. (I was one of those people. I would know a fellow snake enjoyer when I see one /j)
This isn’t a headcanon but more of a… random thought. How do Jack, ruggie, and Leona hold phones?? I saw Art of this once I forgot who made it but it was of Leona, and it just made me think like, their ears on on top of their head ok? So. When they take a call, mkay. Where do they hold their phones? Normally so they can’t hear? Or up to their ear, so then the other person on the phone can’t really hear them speaking, AND they look dumb. WHICH IS IT I MUST KNOW
Jade and Floyd mix in random mermaid slang with their regular speech. HSHEJHE imagine. Imagine just hearing “awww shrimpy you’re acting like a real starfish right now :(“ and then jade just “I must agree with Floyd, he’s saying the seaweed” LIKE WJEGSJVSKDHD IMAGINE. Oh my god- no because imagine being like “do you think this outfit is cute?” “Yeah I think you look absolutely stingray.” HSVEKEBS worst part about it is Floyd uses it the most and when you’re like “Floyd. Floyd why did you call me a pile of dried up and grey coral :(?” He just doesn’t explain, and keeps using it, and you don’t know of you should be flattered?? Or offended.
Lilia is an avid league of legends player. I’m correct. Don’t say I’m not. I don’t even play league of legends and yet I’m gonna headcanon Lilia as a league fan. Because, I am correct. (He also probably is a fan of guilty gear, and Elfen ring but you didn’t hear it from me)
Mkay now Sebek , Idia, and azul, are the type of people, that whenever their crush is around or whatever, they are absolutely not responsive. Literally freeze. Now with Idia after like a few minutes of trying to get him to respond, it’s a 50/50 chance (that you will lose.) that hell either run away and hide, or if you’re lucky he’ll actually try to say something to you before he gets too nervous and just leaves KEGEJS. Azul on the other hand will freeze, not responsive for like two seconds, then “oh prefect I didn’t know you’d be here.” “You’re right in front of my dorm.” “Oh.”. AND SEBEK JUST COMPLETELY DOESNT RESPOND AND LEAVES BEFORE YOU CAB SAY ANYTHING TO HIM WJEGKEGEKE
I like to think epel and riddle are close friends. They both have weirdly fiery, and yet calm personalities, and I think epel would make a BEAUTIFUL apple tart for riddle a lot. Like imagine all the details in the apples, cause he carved into them, and omg I would respectfully devour an apple tart made by epel. But I also wouldn’t… cause it’s so pretty :’)
Vil has a separate MagiCam account dedicated to fitness. And, AND cater follows it. Why? Because it’s “super aesthetic” (in reality it’s to encourage himself to work out cause vil is like obviously super strong and successful so like working out and being athletic MUST have something to do with that.) (cater also never works out SJSGEJE)
#twisted wonderland#leona#ruggie#Jack#vil#rook#epel#riddle#cater#Idia#ortho#Sebek#azul#jade#Floyd#jamil#silver#malleus#ruggie headcanons#Jack headcanons#leona headcanons#vil headcanons#rook headcanons#epel headcanons#riddle headcanons#cater headcanons#idia headcanons#malleus headcanons#jade headcanons#floyd headcanons
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CARMILLA SEASON ONE SENTENCE STARTERS (PART ONE)
Lines taken from episodes s01e01 - s01e19 of the web series Carmilla. Feel free to change as needed. Part two is here.
❛ Nothing, not even the homecoming goat sacrifice, disturbs the pursuit of knowledge. ❜
❛ I passed the test! 62%. Which is pretty cool. It’s like a gentlewoman’s C. ❜
❛ This is our college adventure, come on! ❜
❛ And how is the Jäger-bombinatrix doing this morning? ❜
❛ And really, why does anybody do anything? ❜
❛ I found it next to a pile of ick that started growing mushrooms the next day. ❜
❛ Don’t judge. My dad thought I’d use an iPhone to send high-resolution selfies to potential stalkers. ❜
❛ If an incident is in progress, please dial 4815 or activate the nearest blue tentacle phone. ❜
❛ To report an escaped entity or poltergeist activity, please press - ❜
❛ Fine. I’ve got three weeks of a journalism class and I’ve seen all of Veronica Mars. I’ll find her myself. ❜
❛ I don’t know, things just got so foggy after the alchemy guys released, you know, the fog. ❜
❛ I’m your new roommate, sweetheart. ❜
❛ Oh, this is not happening. You are not my new roommate! ❜
❛ Boom! Revenge is mine. ❜
❛ See? Blood.In the milk container. ❜
❛ This is like, a death threat, or a health code violation. ❜
❛ Well, there’s no denying it’s a little…odd. ❜
❛ How many people you know take Type O with their Chocoa Crunch? ❜
❛ Are you really gonna try and pretend this isn’t a total freak show? ❜
❛ Oh, see, surviving. Yes, I like that plan. ❜
❛ A lot of problems can be solved through good communication. ❜
❛ A lot of problems can also be solved by taking hair and blood samples to figure out exactly what kind of freaky it is you’re dealing with. ❜
❛ You filled a milk container with blood as a prank? ❜
❛ It was food coloring, and…and corn syrup. ❜
❛ That bunched-up little face you make when you’re angry is hilarious, buttercup. ❜
❛ I kept on having the same dream before. ❜
❛ And the darkness is in my eyes and in my throat and I can’t breathe, and … ❜
❛ I-I’m sorry, I can’t be here anymore. ❜
❛ I really hope that it passes over you and I hope it doesn’t touch your face. ❜
❛ Are you really so damaged that you’re incapable of caring about anything? ❜
❛ You’re a child. And you understand nothing. Not about life. Not about this place. ❜
❛ You know what? The sooner you stop playing Lois Lane, the better off you’ll be. ❜
❛ No, I’m not just gonna give up. ❜
❛ So, maybe that’s just how it is, but that does not mean that I have to accept it. I deserve better. [ name ] deserves better. Hell, even you deserve better. ❜
❛ It’s a town hall meeting! Remember your training, we’ve got five minutes! Run, run! ❜
❛ Sometimes a girl’s gotta manufacture her own excitement, you know? ❜
❛ We should be reinstating our night marches. ❜
❛ And then the Zetas piped in with this chant that pretty much sounded like “pizza or death”. ❜
❛ I think we’d make a pretty great team. ❜
❛ Yeah, a team. You and me, absolutely. ❜
❛ Hey, is that fish in your hair? ❜
❛ It is very, very nice of you large, large gentlemen to offer to keep me safe, but as you can see, I’m in my room. Snug as a bug in a rug. So, you’re good to go. ❜
❛ If I decide to go wandering down some dark alleyways late at night, you guys’ll be my first call. ❜
❛ Get the hell out of here before I feed you each other’s spleens. ❜
❛ Dude, she bit me! That is so not cool. ❜
❛ Guess that’s it for the truce, then. ❜
❛ We have been working nonstop and, not that we’re geniuses or anything, but I think we’re really close to a breakthrough. ❜
❛ I think my brain has melted. ❜
❛ Chocolate is comforting in the face of epic failure. ❜
❛ And what kind of thrilling adventure do we find ourselves on now? ❜
❛ This is so childish. You’d think we were still six. ❜
❛ Schadenfreude isn’t very attractive. ❜
❛ But I so had it coming, didn’t I? ❜
❛ God, this age doesn’t understand obligation. It’s like an undersea anchor; impossible to escape. ❜
❛ They’re the ones using dander collected at parties to seed an immense interconnected fungus throughout campus. ❜
❛ Apparently, it’s a communications experiment. Or, maybe a really complicated risotto recipe? I don’t know. ❜
❛ Sorry, I just forgot that I have to be anywhere but here. ❜
❛ Oh, no. You are entirely too sweet ❜
❛ But you’ve got to admit it looks pretty hinky. ❜
❛ Confronting her has historically been about as effective as using bug spray on Voldemort. ❜
❛ Oh, wow. That’s…why are you wearing warpaint? ❜
❛ Come on! Why are the hotties in this room always trying to hurt me?! ❜
❛ That is unfair, okay, cause I’m here out of the, like, bro-ness of my heart, alright? ❜
❛ So, has it even occurred to you that while you’re duking it out, nobody is actually out there protecting anybody at all?! ❜
❛ Ah, it’s mostly just paintballs and anchovies. I’ll talk them down. ❜
❛ It just seemed so real…like…that weird moment of clarity during magic hour or the moment right before a car crash. ❜
❛ I was in my room and there was something in my bed. Something under my bed. This dark, prowling thing without a face. ❜
❛ I tried to pull the blankets over my face to hide, but the darkness started seeping through them like blood, more and more, until I was drowning in it. ❜
❛ Well, dreams are supposed to be strange. Last night I dreamt I was trapped under a bed. ❜
❛ But, just a dream. No reason for all of this…twitchiness. ❜
❛ There is no twitching. There is an absence of twitching. ❜
❛ You know, if it’s really making you so miserable, I could get you something to help you sleep. ❜
❛ That’s uncharacteristically considerate of you. ❜
❛ Yeah, well, I just don’t want you losing it and torching all my stuff. ❜
❛ The results are starting to look profoundly WTF. ❜
❛ I know Silas has some quirks, but I’m pretty sure spontaneous combustion, super strength, and an all-protein diet weren’t options on my roommate form. ❜
❛ Your Snape/Ron fic’s still on the screen, spaz. ❜
❛ It’s a charm or whatever. To help with the bad dreams. ❜
❛ So, in the spirit of all this newfound closeness, maybe you could tell me where you go all night? ❜
❛ Mmm, well, I have to keep some of my secrets. Otherwise, I’ll lose my air of mystery, won’t I? ❜
❛ Oh, you know, I miss my dad, I have papers due. I’m about to be my roommate’s next victim. ❜
❛ Come on. Let’s get you changed into something with a little less whiff. ❜
❛ Everything in your fridge is made of glucose and palm oil. I’m surprised you don’t have scurvy. ❜
❛ As soon as we got there, everyone was leaving the building, and yes, as the sun went down, we started to hear something…skittering. ❜
❛ Before you realized the staircase wasn’t in the same place anymore? ❜
❛ Before we realized we might have gotten a little turned around. And that most of the computer monitors we could see were warning us to “Run. Run now”. And the skittering was getting closer. ❜
❛ We created a flamethrower using a lighter and some mace. ❜
❛ I get a text that says “Come quick. Stuck in Library. Bring fire extinguisher” ❜
❛ Okay, yes! It was stupid, and we’re lucky that you didn’t have to save our souls. ❜
❛ Well, yeah, but we know she’s a vampire. I mean, we’ve known that since the blood in the milk container, right? ❜
❛ You all knew I was living with a vampire and nobody said anything? ❜
❛ She’s not a vampire. There’s no such thing as vampires. She’s a…light-averse octogenarian with extreme hemoglobin deficiency and really good skin. ❜
❛ My roommate is an honest-to-Lestat vampire. How do we stop a vampire? ❜
❛ No! No! We can’t immolate everyone that [ name ] thinks is a supernatural creature. ❜
❛ Well, I have an idea but you are not gonna like it. ❜
❛ Okay, explain to me again how offering yourself as bait to your blood-sucking roommate is not the worst plan ever devised by womankind. ❜
❛ Well, the fact that a terrible plan is our only plan is not really a selling point. ❜
❛ You guys know that I can hear you, right? Maybe instead of peanut gallery-ing you can help me figure out how we trap a vampire? ❜
❛ How do we feel about bear spray? ❜
❛ What would Mina Harker do? …Get bitten. Mina Harker would totally try and act all alluring to the bloodsucking fiend and totally get bitten. Let’s not do that. ❜
❛ Looking at the stars. It’s comforting, to think how small we are in comparison. All the lives we’ve led, the people we’ve been, nothing to that light. ❜
❛ “Black as the pit and terrible as the night was Bagheera”? I always loved that. It’s beautiful. ❜
❛ Behold: Vampire bait! ❜
❛ Don’t you look like a virgin sacrifice? ❜
❛ Parties should be a shimmering moment of possibility, not a collection of brutes around a piece of flaming driftwood. ❜
❛ Feels like more than that. Like something seen underwater from a great distance. ❜
❛ God, I’m a nostalgic idiot tonight. ❜
❛ Maybe I don’t feel like sharing you right now. ❜
❛ God, what am I doing? Naive, provincial girl. Entirely too tightly wound. Such a cliché. I oughta know better. ❜
❛ I oughta know better. And yet…there’s something about you. ❜
❛ Also, I got my head smashed into a table, if anyone cares. ❜
❛ There is not allowed to be some new horrible thing! ❜
❛ You know, at times like these a dude needs to be with his bros. ❜
❛ Well, don’t look at me. I didn’t want to kidnap anyone to begin with! ❜
❛ Definitely not untying angry vampire. ❜
❛ You can’t just keep a hostage in your dorm room! ❜
❛ I”m sure there’s all sorts of things we could figure out through some minimally-invasive probing. ❜
❛ It’ll seem dire once they start your tribunal. ❜
❛ So the sooner you ‘fess us and tell us what’s going on, the better this is gonna go for you because we have got…a spatula, and a stapler, and we are not afraid to use them. ❜
❛ You cannot seriously think we’re dumb enough to believe you’re innocent just because you say so. ❜
❛ Look, if I were really a vampire, would I just stay here, tied up, proclaiming my innocence as some sort of trick? ❜
❛ Yeah. That’s completely exactly what a vampire would do. ❜
❛ Do I strike you as the type of person who plays well with others? ❜
❛ Uh, we’re rehearsing a skit. Uh, yeah, the torture scene from Arsenic and Old Lace. Mmm-hmm, yeah, there’s a torture scene. ❜
❛ I hear they have a great collection of straight-jackets and tranquilizers. ❜
❛ I swear, if one more of your broken-hearted study buddies comes knocking at the door, I’m gonna start spritzing them like cats. ❜
❛ No, no, no! Please don’t die, please don’t die, you stupid vampire! Here, look, I’ve got blood. ❜
❛ The experience of being held captive by a clutch of imbeciles for something I didn’t even have the pleasure of doing is humiliating enough without having you wipe me up like a dribbling child. ❜
❛ Wait, you thought that was me trying to eat you? ❜
❛ Oh…Oh! So, when you were hitting on me, you were really hitting on me? ❜
❛ Could you just stake me now? Cause I think that would be less mortifying than this conversation. ❜
❛ If you want us to trust you, you have gotta tell us your side of the story. ❜
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Hero Guide by Genos
Disclaimer: The information written here is as determined by the fanboy Genos in his personal diary ahem, training diary, and is therefore incredibly biased.)
Caped Baldy Saitama
Full Name: Saitama
Hero rank: A-Class, Rank 39 (those moron HA executives aren’t quite there yet, but we are getting closer. I believe Sensei is applicable for a hero name change now… I must have a word with the board.)
Age: 25
Race: Human (God?)
Height: 175 cm
Weight: 70kg
Residence: Formerly City Z, abandoned apartment (with me!!!) Currently City A Hero Apartments (next to me!!!!!)
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Overview
A pillar of justice, the most incredible hero, the strongest man in the world, the wisest master. After extensive tests and observations, Saitama-sensei (who prefers to be called by his real name with no honourifics; I would never call him by his hero name, but how can I disrespect my master by not addressing him properly?) is revealed to be completely flesh and bone. Upon our first meeting, he has revealed that he does not use parts like me. At the time, I took his explanation as bullshit untrue, but I have since then readjusted my impression of him. Sensei is a very honest man… he can also pick out the lies of others, but that, unfortunately, hasn’t done him much good.
Even he himself cannot explain the secret to his inconceivable strength—perhaps it was purely indomitable willpower.
His goal is to fight a worthy opponent and live comfortably. He states he became a hero ‘for fun’; however, he seems to have forgotten his original motive, which I believe to be helping people. I think Sensei isn’t enjoying being a hero, because he hasn’t met an opponent remotely on par with his power… and I burden him with my discipleship… so, there must be something else tying him to being a hero. Apart from profit.
He is a humble man, I I will explain further in the next section.
Personal Life
Personality: Sensei displays a remarkable calmness no matter the situation, able to remain clear-headed—is this the key to success? I have much to learn from him in that aspect. He is also laid-back and… lazy at times. He does not seem to display a high level of intelligence and remains ignorant of worldly affairs, however, such awareness and intelligence is not needed from a man of his prowess. I do not think he is stupid, only… apathetic.
Sensei is kind, just, wise, straightforward and genuine. He has displayed knowledge of the truth on multiple occasions and cares more for the wellbeing of others than his own—a true hero. He cannot sacrifice his physicality, but he can sacrifice the things he cares about to save others—such as his public image.
Examples of his is when he gave credit to the heroes fighting the Deep Sea King and gave his hero suit to a child who had his clothes stolen at a hero costume contest. Sensei is truly a selfless man.
He is also very humble. He does not accept rewards (once when he defeated monster at a police station and gave them credit, second when he saved a kidnapped child and refused their money as a reward, thrice when he) He also lives minimally, being resourceful and making do of what he has—he is an easily satisfied man, finding joy in simple things such as eating udon or hot pot with me his acquaintances.
I also feel like Saitama-sensei sees right through me sometimes. When his eyes do not look like a dead fish’s, they are deep and it’s as if colour seeps back into them and he sees when i am lying to myself. He is omniscient, omnipotent. I see his face everywhere, in the clouds, on the white shine of my dinner plate, on the ceiling of Dr. Kuseno’s laboratory when I lie on the operation table… whenever he arrives at a scene, he brings hope.
Sometimes I cannot help but believe he is God.
But I know that isn’t true. Not when he is so gentle to animals but cats run away from him, not when he hums a happy little tune when ‘90s songs comes on the radio, not when he nudges me aside while I do the dishes and helps me…
However, he is forgetful, especially of names, but I do not blame him, for his mental state should not be burdened further than his current decrepitude. It must be lonely for him; on dreary days I can see his shoulders weighing…
I hope I can alleviate some of his burden, or at least take some on my shoulders too. Let me help you, Sensei, please.
Background: Sensei has not told me much about his past, save for snippets which I treasure dearly and store with care in multiple hard-drives in addition to my brain. I do know he struggled as a child and young adult in school and in employment, but persisted despite his acts of justice being scorned and thrown back in his face. I admire him greatly for this—no matter how much the tide beats him down, he always stands back up. It is no wonder he became the man he is today.
He has no family that I know of, but perhaps he is simply estranged from them. Despite him wanting to be a hero for a long time, the moment he decided to leap for his dream was when he fought a nameless low-level crab monster, which was a formidable foe at the time. He saved a butt-chinned brat from it and decided to pursue his dream to be a hero when the Hero Association hadn’t even been created.
Saitama-sensei then proceeded to train for three years straight, so hard that he went bald. He also suffered suffocating isolation on his path to power. His training regimen consisted of regular muscle training, which makes me more inclined to believe how he paved his way to power was through sheer willpower and determination. Truly incredible… but, I keep circling back to one of his invaluable quotes: “Human beings are great because we have the power to change ourselves.”
I wonder then, I am not entirely human anymore, so would I still be able to catch up to him…? Was all this for naught? Am I wasting his precious time? Will I never defeat the Mad Cyborg?
No. When I was facing the giant meteor about to fall on our town, old man Bang gave me a piece of advice: “You’re too young to be worrying sbout consequences. Sometimes it’s best to just muddle your way through.”
I don’t usually take that old man’s advice, but that’s what Sensei does, isn’t it? Besides, Sensei also said, “Instead of being stuck on the past, keep moving forward.”
If I keep pushing, I will eventually catch up to him. I have to. Then he won’t be alone anymore.
I am going off-track. More about his past (I must ask him more about it later): coincidentally, the Hero Association was established shortly after Sensei began training… and the child he saved bore a remarkable resemblance to the founder of the HA, Agoni… could it be…?
Hero activity
Saitama-sensei usual hero activities consists of fighting obliterating monsters (any level, even God level and above. I have complete faith in him.) and saving civilians; but he seems to not worry too much about collateral damage, only that no one has died. A rare instance I can think of him actively going out of his way to prevent collateral damage was in his fight with Tatsumaki, whom he later complained got all the credit for defeating nonexistent monsters (MORON EXECUTIVES!!)
Fighting style: Saitama-sensei does not fight. He exterminates, eliminating all his enemies with one punch if he does not give them a chance at all. His fighting style as I have observed so far is static; however, upon witnessing the future of a different timeline via my core, I now understand. It is not that his growth is static.
He has been growing this whole time.
I also… had never seen him so serious as he was when fighting against Garou. Was it because of me? Did I almost cause him to destroy planets?
Despite him being the strongest man in the universe, that was the first time I was afraid of him.
His punches are direct, powerful and efficient. If he is feeling kind and patient (and not missing a bargain sale) he will give his adversaries a chance before he eliminates them with a Serious Punch or, to (sic) ‘spice things up a bit’, his Consecutive Normal Punches.
Abilities:
• Killer Move, Serious Series: Serious Punch
When Sensei is in Serious Mode and punches the enemy. This singular punch will almost always end the foe before or on contact; otherwise, it will end the foe shortly. Death is inescapable.
I have experienced his Serious Punch (I nickname it the Death Punch) first-hand. It was enough to blast a hole through a plateau, and more. He had been holding back even then… because, as I understand now but naively didn’t at the time, he would have definitely killed me if he hadn’t held back. In fact, he probably would have destroyed Earth.
I wonder frequently how those strong hands could be so gentle when flicking my forehead.
• Consecutive Normal Punches
When Sensei delivers a series of punches (he looks so dashing cool intimidating when he is in Serious Mode!! I couldn’t help but develop a move of my own after his!) that are weaker in power than his Serious Punch. This is an effective combo move that finishes off the enemy, though I’m unsure if Saitama-sensei actually designed it for that purpose.
• Killer Move, Serious Series: Serious Sideways Jumps
A unique, unexpected technique that was used to defeat that pervert Speed o’ Shit Sound Sonic. The shockwaves alone are enough to throw enemies to the curb without outright killing them. It is effective for dazing enemies and disarming them.
• Killer Move, Serious Series: Serious Sneeze
A move used only once against Garou, Sensei performed it in Serious Mode and sneezed part of the surface of Jupiter off. This sneeze is purely force and is relatively uncontrollable (in terms of power level and timing) except for the direction it is aimed, which can be generally adjusted.
• Killer Move, Serious Series: Serious Table Flip
Clutching my core with one hand (I did not know Sensei would value it so much; even though it had no practical use anymore, I suppose it had sentimental value. There is a trembling feeling in my chest that I cannot name) and performing this move with the other, it was also used only once against Garou when he ripped the surface of Io apart by digging his hand into the ground and flipping it upward. Shards of the shattered surface scattered into space, providing an effective cover and obstacle respectively for Sensei’s attacks and Garou’s defence.
I have analysed Saitama-sensei’s fight in space a multitude of times, and have gained valuable insight from it. Insight on power, yes, but also on Sensei himself… I think I understand him better now. I will not leave him.
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Here’s Genos’s section written officially by the HA in their guidebook
#opm#one punch man#genosai#genos#saitama#genos’s diary#fanmade#guidebook#hero association#genos is incredibly biased#my post
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Chapter 8 - We Capture a Flag
Theme of the day: Hidden motives
The most mild chapter title so far lolol.
Let’s start with Percy’s hidden motive: bringing his mother back from the underworld. At this point, Percy assumes that his mom died in the Minotaur attack and based on his mythological knowledge, knows that spirits can be brought back from the dead by going to the underworld and physically getting them back to the land of the living. I haven’t really touched on Percy’s grief, but we also only get small moments on it: his brief grieving after he wakes up in the Big House (when he’s like the whole world should be black and cold nothing should look beautiful 😭), his small toast to her with a blue drink, even his whole plan to go to the underworld is likely denial or bargaining. Tbh Percy hasn’t been given a lot of time to really process Sally’s apparent death since he’s been going from one thing to the next in the few days after it happened. But I think since he found a small ray of hope like... an hour after waking up at camp, he grabbed onto that and isn’t letting go anytime soon. What else is a child supposed to do after losing their parent? He’s certainly not given the guidance he’d need as someone who’s recently experienced that kind of loss either.
Compared to Percy or the other characters with hidden motives, Annabeth’s isn’t that extreme lol. After capture the flag, Percy finds out that Annabeth put him on border patrol to draw Clarisse’s attention, knowing she’d go after him bc of her hurt pride. And it went all according to keikaku. This might be far off, but I’ve been wondering if Annabeth had inklings that Percy is specifically a child of Poseidon? When she has that confirmation, she doesn’t really finish her thought of “I didn’t want...” so maybe it’s possible? Like “I didn’t want it to be true that you’re Poseidon’s kid, I assumed it would be Zeus bc he’s already has a strike. Having one god of the Big Three break the pact is bad enough” kind of thing? Could be another reason to put Percy on border patrol since it’s by the creek and she could possibly test out her theory? Again this might be a bit of a stretch 😂
Speaking of Poseidon, claiming Percy at the moment he did just screams hidden motives. Or maybe it’s a secret’s out might as well lol. Imagine Poseidon just chilling in his underwater palace and being like whelp the jig is up ig ahaha. But anyway, I think this was addressed later in the book? That Poseidon is accused of using Percy as a tool? Like he chose that moment instead of anytime earlier because he needed Percy to go on the quest for the master bolt. Maybe it’s a bit of both options lol.
While not revealed yet, Luke also has hidden motives as an agent of Kronos. So far the only indication that something is amiss is Chiron stating that someone from camp summoned the hellhound, when they’re not supposed to be in the camp’s forest. I can remember if he did anything else besides the obvious stealing of a certain lightning bolt and shadow helm and blaming it on Percy lmao. I’ve already talked a little about Luke’s reasons for being Kronos’s agent in my previous chapter post and I don’t have that much to add to it probably until the last chapter lol. So I’ll hold off on it.
Shout out to the characters without hidden motives like Grover who really wants to be a searcher! Clarisse who just wants to beat up Percy 😂 All the campers who only wanted to have a good game of capture the flag and have their side win without all this hellhound-Big Three-child-claiming nonsense haha. Also Annabeth because her main goal rn is going on a quest.
Small things:
Luke being a good mentor makes me go hnnnnngggg
GROVER’S SHADE AT ZEUS THAT HAVING AFFAIRS IS HIS JOB NOT HERA’S SJDFHSDFJ
Oh dear Percy’s already feeling inferior of Thalia and she’s a tree rn
Previous: Chapter 7 - My Dinner Goes Up in Smoke
Next: Chapter 9 - I Am Offered a Quest
#percy jackson#annabeth chase#luke castellan#poseidon#grover underwood#clarisse la rue#pjo#percy jackson and the olympians#the lightning thief#tlt analysis#pjo meta#pjo analysis
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My God was not expecting it to go so hard in the second to last episode of the season
Spoilers
Ok first thing’s first
The amount of like Omg what is happening hit me a lot
and not the I’m confused what is happening but like the man this is really happening they’re going hard in the second to last episode and in the next episode they have to conclude everything
Let’s start it off
First let’s talk about Bart
Omg he’s here again and the first thing he asks is to get his collar taken off.
A piece of his childhood trauMA
Poor baby
And then he slips back into his cheery persona when everyone’s there like will he ever get to be himself?
I’m glad they told him about the OG Team trying to find him I hope we get a scene with Bart being hugged
I hope he doesn’t leave for the future
Please no
Also I love that Forager’s willpower is strong enough to break free. I love it so much!
Also I kinda respect General Zod a bit now
Like he is evil and I still don’t like him but like he was trying to get his army- his people- out of the Zone and he also said that Conner is one of them now even though he’s part of the house of El
Like I kinda respect that
Clark talking about how he always wanted more Kryptonians but not at the cost of Earth breaks my heart and how he has to reject Zod’s offer because his people are the people of Earth not the people from Krypton
I want more of this type of story. I’m pretty sure it exsist in the hundreds but like I feel like it’s not really talked about (in depth) or just a little brief mention in nowadays media (mostly focusing on him being a powerful god (Injustice) and not a person with godlike powers who is human)
(Ignore my rant because I’m pretty sure it’s only based on my not relatively big amount of knowledge I’m still trying to catch up)
Why did General Zod have to destroy things before he made his speech like I get it you have to be tough but like this is so unnecessary?
I hope Conner snaps out of his reset by M’gann running over there to save him by telling him she loves him
Or since they did show him earlier Jonny and Lois comes over because of Clark and Conner being there and snaps them out because of family
Or both honestly
Or the Icicle Jr appearance this season is that
Like he just appears to snap him out of it
Ok quick predictions about what is going to happen in the next episode
One Dick is not dead
Like this isn’t a prediction this is what happened.
Like yeah his heart stopped beating. I get why you would think that, but like he was trained by Bruce and if you think he would train them to do that then like you don’t understand how paranoid Bruce is
Oh yeah side note the Zod thing can probably end if you give Bruce like 10 minutes to drive over to Metropolis with his 500 lbs of Kryptonite and his new Kryptonite weapons that he’s been wanting to test out
But if they don’t do the emotional thing with M’gann nor the Batman being Batman thing then you also get the possibility of:
Lex and his Infinity Inc “saving” the day
And finally Rocket
My god that caught me off guard
I’m betting you she’s not dead
I don’t know where this going to lead but since I’ve been reading the Wally is alive theories this seems like something that would fit right in like Rocket ends up in something like the speed force and finds Wally
Amistad’s cars at the end hit me in the feels
#dc comics#young justice season 4#young justice phantoms#dick grayson#forager#conner kent#dru zod#lor zod#bart allen#m’gann m’orzz#clark kent#raquel ervin
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👀 @murderinthemaking
Aside from the murderous activities that he partakes in, Murdock had seemed to slowly grow used to Oliver’s presence in the house (or at least, that’s what he hoped). It had taken time and patience on both ends, but at least now they could both have a conversation without any underlying nerves. His presence could calm him, or do the complete opposite.
Oliver shouldn’t be thinking like this at all. He’s risking getting too attached to someone whose profession could get him killed or caught any day now. Problem is, he can’t help it. Murdock was unintentionally distracting, and this was becoming more of a frequent issue every day. It could be small things, like how his hair always seemed to be perfectly positioned, his blood red eyes narrowing in concentration, strong arms keeping his latest victim from squirming…
Or it could be something more dangerous, like how his favorite knife shined almost tantalizingly.
“You’ve been thinking about this for a while, haven’t you? What a dirty little thing you are..”
Fuck.
Being in this position in his workshop of all places shouldn’t thrill him the way that it does. Still, his breath hitches when the tip of Murdock’s knife lightly drags across the skin of his neck as he speaks, swallowing down the sound that threatens to make itself known. He holds the weapon in a way that only those who’ve mastered the art do, and while he could never hurt him, the knowledge that this man in front of him has killed who knows how many yet would never lay an unwanted finger on him — Oliver wants to try and squirm, but Murdock’s arm has him pressed to the wall with no way to do so. He could push him off if he truly wanted to, but god, that’s the last thing he wants.
“C’mon, don’t get shy on me now. You think I don’t see when your eyes linger, when you try and hide from me?” The word is punctuated with a hand slithering down to cup him through his trousers, eliciting a shaky gasp from him and a shit-eating grin from the killer. How his knees are already buckling slightly with the smallest touch from him is beyond him, but his hips unintentionally move up once to grind against the palm of his hand almost imperceptibly. It’s embarrassing, but the reward for doing so is greater than his embarrassment.
“I don’t—” Oliver makes an attempt to speak, his voice rough with need, and he has to pause to regain some of his composure when the tip of the knife rests where his pulse would be beating. “And what is it you think I need?” Testing his luck, he’s simply wanting to see how far he can go and watch the other’s reactions to his words. He’s not usually like this, either completely taking what he wants without problem or letting himself be owned, never in between. But the temptation, the energy Murdock exuded was impossible to deny.
“You need release, doll.”
“I can do that on my own.”
“It’s not the same though, now is it?”
The hand cupping him gives a light squeeze, and he’s unable to stop himself from leaning his head back with a wanton groan. This isn’t enough, and he’s not sure it’ll ever be. In a way, Murdock was right. His own hand wouldn’t give him what he wanted, what he needed. Oliver needed to feel more of him; the forgotten feeling of someone else’s skin under his hands, words whispered in his ear for only him to hear. The whole of him is what he wanted and needed, and he’d let himself do and say whatever he’s instructed to if it satisfied Murdock. Turns out that same shit eating grin made his chest tighten in a way he had thought he nearly lost in his past life.
His feelings could wait. His need, however, couldn’t.
“Be good for me and use your words now. Is this what you want?”
“Yes.” He breathes out.
His next breath is stolen from the feeling of lips on his.
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Seeriverse Mission Statement: What My Sim World Is
Juvash is a fantasy world, but it is not a standard pseudo-medieval world with medieval practices and prejudices. It doesn't assign universal traits to its peoples ("all orcs are evil, all elves are good archers") and there are no major rivalries between groups/species – "out-decorate the neighbours" yes, "elves and dwarves hate each other" no. All the species of Juvash live together; there are no "elven nations" or "orc tribes" and even if most of the sims in Kulo Seeri are of mixed human and dragonspark ancestry, that doesn't make anyone else unwelcome.
The gods of Juvash are very obviously present, and are there as more of a comfort blanket than a rulebook. They're a lot like mortals – flawed individuals who can't be everywhere at once all the time – so most cultures have "local pantheons" of ascended heroes and ancestors who they can turn to in a similar way. It's common knowledge that the gods acknowledge no hierarchies, between themselves or mortals – if it's present on Juvash or in the Spirit World, it is loved and wanted – and that, at the dawn of time, they gave their creations the gifts of faith, magic, creativity, diversity and free will. They also predate the concept of gender, appearing androgynous in most forms they assume; mortals have the freedom to express their gender however they prefer, and the Spirit World is always willing to aid people in transitioning.
Most communities are small and tribal; there are lots of nomadic bands, and only a handful of cities on the continent of Kyrda (where Kulo Seeri is located). Typically, these communities are self-sufficient and independent of each other – the Elephant Sea Alliance, my ever-WIP uberhood, is the closest thing to an empire or a nation. Status is rarely inherited – it's usually seen as something that must be earned, so most leaders are chosen by their communities or by the previous leader. This also applies to the concept of adulthood. Ageing isn't a consistent thing on Juvash, and "days left in age" is pretty much "XP needed to level up". In general, you need to have a certain amount of experience (at least early teen stage) and succeed in a rite of passage to be considered an adult – though usually, sims at this level can try multiple times, and it doesn't have to be the same test each time. (Although I might give sims X number of lives or tries, I don't know.)
Family is important to my sims, but the bonds of true friendship are more significant than biological ties – there are rarely any extra perks or obligations attached to, say, being the headwoman's nephew. All pregnancies are granted by the spirits, and only to those who ask for it and can prove they're capable of caring for a baby. Changing your mind after the fact is, of course, always an option. Death in childbirth never happens, since if you're deemed to be a worthy parent, why would you not be given a chance to raise your offspring?
In short: Juvash is a world where it's safe to be you. It's the gentle, inclusive world that is the basis of Sims games' design. It's my safe place, and I hope it's a welcoming one for others too.
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sometime i wonder what it will be like when you meet God. will He be kind? authoritative? intimidating? larger than life? will He be like that fable of the spirit with a thousand faces - each as unpredictable and firmly etched as the next?
i imagine what it might be like if i were to get to meet Him.
in my mind, i meet God in the field at the end of Everything. my body feels light and heavy all at once.
i don’t know how that’s possible, but of course, it is.
when i meet Him, i’m not sure what to say. is there a proper greeting you’re supposed to say when you talk to the Creator of Everything? somehow, a simple hello or hey feels improper.
He knows how little i understand, and so He speaks first. His voice is definitely of someone All-Knowing and All Powerful. this deity has seen my every mistake and every failing and every lie and every cheat and every shortcut and every insult. he’s seen me in my infancy when i was nothing and in my younger years with sticky fingers and in my teen years with a sharp tongue. only He knows how hard my heart is, because He is the one created it. He alone can see through the flesh and blood and tissue and bone and straight into my heart and see what i truly am - just. human.
He asks me what my purpose was. the question catches me off guard - i figured if anything, isn’t God supposed to know the answer to that one? but He waits patiently, like He has all the time in the universe. of course, He does.
my answer is a guess at best - it feels like i have no right to be confident in what i say here. after all, who am i to know?
He asks if i know who He is. i nod, and He acknowledges it. He asks more questions - not inquisitive or interrogative or curious, but there’s a rhythm to the questions that’s thoughtful.
what i believed. who i believed. what i did. who i was. these questions are to be expected, but i still answer them with less confidence than i had hoped to have had. i feel ill-prepared and embarrassingly awkward.
His next question is unexpected, and there is a full beat before my mind begins to process it.
“Were you kind?”
“What?”
“Were you kind? Did you treat my Creation with gentility? Were you merciful to those weaker than you, and patient with those stronger?
Were you kind?”
something about the question makes my lip start to tremble and my vision start to blur. i try to will it to stop, to steady my voice, but it escapes me. in the back of my mind i think that i must look quite tiny like this, like a pudgy toddler gripping at your pant leg, small and earnest and vulnerable and perhaps, weak.
“I don’t know. But I know that I tried.
And I really did try.”
my voice wobbles more than i want it to. and just when i think i have it controlled, that the vulnerability has passed and the face i’ve worn all my life is back in place, the strangest thing happens.
a feeling of understanding fills me up and surrounds me all at once. God does not have a face, because he is not you or i, so naturally He has no facial expression. but something about the feeling filling me up like water on a sinking boat tells me that He understands.
He knows.
i had learned at a very young age that God is always watching - that He would know if i cheated on a test or tripped my friend in the schoolyard or gave my brother the infinitesimally smaller half of the chocolate bar. God sees everything. He Knows.
but it takes this moment for it to click into understanding for me. God sees everything. He knows. the knowledge of that hits me like a weight into my chest and knocks the air out of my lungs. it’s unnerving and unfamiliar and all encompassing. He knows all of it - He saw every time i picked my nose and everytime i told a white lie and everytime i prayed without thinking and everytime i was too lazy to study and everytime i disappointed someone in my life and everytime i knew better still chose wrong. He saw everytime i lied and everytime i swore and everytime i shot someone a dirty look when i thought they wouldn’t notice or everytime i broke a promise and everytime i let someone down. He knew everytime i thought something horrible or looked at something i shouldn’t have or everytime i eavesdropped or everytime i forgot to ask the cashier how their day went because i was in a rush. this is a terrifying realization.
yet somehow, the next realization is what scares me more. He saw everytime i blinked back tears and everytime i begrudgingly swallowed poison in my words and everytime i put on strength like an armor and everytime i wanted to yell until i couldn’t anymore. He saw every time i was too tired to cry and everytime i chose to be warm simply because i could and everytime i made someone laugh and every time i let someone borrow my pen even though it’s my favorite and everytime i sat with someone eating alone and everytime i complimented a stranger just to make them smile and even everytime i gave my brother the infinitesimally larger half of a chocolate bar.
something passes, and something stills. a new feeling washes over me - something so unfamiliar, but so welcome. i cannot tell you how it feels without it being a disservice, but i will try anyway.
it feels like… something. it feels like returning home from war and having your weariness lifted away. it feels like trying your favorite childhood treat and having it taste exactly as you remembered it. it feels like waking up on your birthday and having it feel special. it feels like returning home after a long day to a warm, home-cooked meal and eating it with someone you love. it feels like being hugged so you’re never the first to let go. it feels like sitting down after you’ve been standing for so long; like being exhausted and then settling into a made bed where the sheets are soft and the comforter is crisp and the pillows are cool and the mattress pulls you in and dissolves your restlessness. it feels like finding you have exactly the right amount of money in your bank account. it feels like the warmth of your favorite mug after you’ve just enjoyed a hot drink in it.
it feels like how i imagine it feels to return home after the longest day ever and put your head in the lap of a loving mother, who doesn’t need to ask anything as she softly brushes her fingers through your hair over and over and over again.
in my mind, God understands. He knows.
#talks with God#just something i wrote#secretly i hope this resonates with someone#my thoughts#i'm just so tired#im not worthy#journal#my writing#my thinkings#prose#spilled ink#spirituality#contemplating things#my meeting with God#i hope He is kinder than He is just#rest core#one day we will get to rest#emotionally exhausted#inkskinned#words words words
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FEBRUARY 1, 2024
Prompting from God
Jolanta Burzynska (Warmia-Masuria, Poland)
"Who knows a person’s thoughts except their own spirit within them? In the same way no one knows the thoughts of God except the Spirit of God." - 1 Corinthians 2:11 (NIV)
I had kept a Bible in the backseat of my car for several weeks with the belief that God would show me whom to give it to at the right moment. When I arrived at work one morning and got out of my car, I felt a conviction and a nudge from God that I should take the Bible inside with me.
That morning, one of my co-workers looked sad and subdued. She told me that her dad was being tested for a serious illness and explained her fears about his possible diagnosis. Feeling certain this was the reason God had prompted me to bring the Bible inside, I took it out of my bag and told her about my belief. She hugged me, thanking me with tears in her eyes. I told her it was not my merit; I was only an instrument in God’s hands.
I prayed for my co-worker’s dad. Ultimately, the test results showed that the doctor’s concerns about possible serious illness had been wrong. My co-worker now looks to the future with confidence, and she places her hope in God. Every day we try to find time at work for a little break with God." We can negotiate , in a way, with God. Ask for intervention within certain situations. This is in order to work some thing out for a good result.
TODAY'S PRAYER
"Dear God, thank you for listening to our prayers, for opening our hearts, for helping us to give joyfully to others, and for giving us clear convictions and guidance." Amen.
1 Corinthians 2:6-16
"6 What we say is wisdom to people who are mature. It isn’t a wisdom that comes from the present day or from today’s leaders who are being reduced to nothing. 7 We talk about God’s wisdom, which has been hidden as a secret. God determined this wisdom in advance, before time began, for our glory. 8 It is a wisdom that none of the present-day rulers have understood, because if they did understand it, they would never have crucified the Lord of glory! 9 But this is precisely what is written: God has prepared things for those who love him that no eye has seen, or ear has heard, or that haven’t crossed the mind of any human being. 10 God has revealed these things to us through the Spirit. The Spirit searches everything, including the depths of God. 11 Who knows a person’s depths except their own spirit that lives in them? In the same way, no one has known the depths of God except God’s Spirit. 12 We haven’t received the world’s spirit but God’s Spirit so that we can know the things given to us by God. 13 These are the things we are talking about—not with words taught by human wisdom but with words taught by the Spirit—we are interpreting spiritual things to spiritual people. 14 But people who are unspiritual don’t accept the things from God’s Spirit. They are foolishness to them and can’t be understood, because they can only be comprehended in a spiritual way. 15 Spiritual people comprehend everything, but they themselves aren’t understood by anyone. 16 Who has known the mind of the Lord, who will advise him? But we have the mind of Christ." You have the mind of Christ. Within your scope of knowledge you have all of the wisdom needed to work out so many things. If you are Spiritual then you will work it all out in a Spiritual way. Blessings all around you! Joe
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