#Nourishing Quench

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[diejager]

Sparrow

Pairing : Task Force 141 x Vampire!reader

Cw: blood, vampire, death.

Wc: 947

Price watched everyone board the helicopter in a steady shuffle, he counted the names when they passed him as if taking their attendance to assure that everyone followed him. Ghost, Roach, Soap, and Gaz- he gaped at the missing soldier, he was sure you'd been behind them this whole time, eyes scouring the darkness for you. He turned to the others for information, frowning when they all said that they hadn't seen you.

"Sparrow, what's your status?"

Thumb still pressed into his radio, he waited for your reply. When all he received was silence from you, he asked a second time: "Sparrow, how copy?"

There was only complete silence on your end. That worried them, but they knew you wouldn't go doing so easily; you'd told them once that you would bomb everything before dying - if you could, from regular bullets or knives.

"Sparrow," Ghost growled out, his deep, rumbling order echoed through the shared line.

It was quiet at first, but then the sound of muffled screams and slurping came through. Their tense shoulders slouched, finally knowing where you went: to quench your hunger.

You left the line open, letting the team listen to the pained moans of the soldier that crossed your path. A thud followed afterward when you stopped drinking, the bloodless body falling forward.

They waited at the end of the clearing, seated in the helicopter as they strained their ears to listen to your near-silent steps. They could see you before they heard you, piercing, red eyes glowing in the dark foliage as you approached them. The sight flooded them with relief, seeing you wipe your blood-soaked face and pull your mask over your nose to hide the gory view of your sharp fangs painted in red.

"Sorry," you bowed, voice raspy and quiet from the ecstasy of drinking blood - delicious or disgusting, blood worked the same way it did either way.

"'S fine, Sparrow," Price mumbled, motioning you to sit next to him, the last seat on the aircraft.

Silence lingered in the shared space as Nikolai pulled into the sky, the blades ripping through the air loudly. The team watched your half-lidded eyes, blinking owlishly in some sort of trance. You were always dazed after feasting on someone, calm and slurring words as if high on blood. Your body took time absorbing and cycling the blood through your undead body, extracting the nourishing substances within a few weeks.

A satiated cat, that's how Soap first described you when you first fed on one of them, a hissy and skittish cat until it ate its full, satisfied, and sleepy. Soap was the first, finding your fangs deep into a man's neck. He stopped dead in his track, gaping at your red eyes and pointed teeth. He offered himself to you a few weeks later and quickly became addicted to the thrill of sharing an intimate part of himself.

Ghost caught them months later, finding you suckling on Soap's shoulder with a dazed look. The brooding man froze, unable to understand whatever he just saw; the shock and the unnatural spark of pleasure at your teeth breaking Soap's skin and laving up stray drops of blood. The image stayed in his mind, haunting him day in and day out until he found himself offering the same as Soap did. The danger and fear of having someone touch him made him hard, the slight sting of your teeth and your warm mouth around his wrist, shoulder, and neck - he almost begged for you to drink from his neck.

Gaz and Price stumbled on your feed on a mission, and have spent almost two months on infiltration and information gathering job for Shepherd, you got too hungry and snapped at the first straggler. Price, being who he is, shook off the confusion and helped you, making you promise to explain everything afterward. Gaz, however, somewhat gushed, a mix between confusion and amazement at your case. He, unlike the former, was more entertained with the idea of letting you feed on him for the experience.

Sweet Roach was the last one, you told him upfront about your little problem when you returned from your deployment with Gaz and Price. You signed it to him in your room, hanging from your bunk to tell him. He took it easily, perhaps too easily and calmly for someone whose roommate for the past year was a vampire. If you're ever hungry, I wouldn't mind helping you, Sparrow, he confessed, eyes glimmering with adoration and lips pulled in a small smile.

"How was it?" Soap pipped up, peering at you from the opposite side of the bird.

"Like shit," you grumbled, adjusting your rifle to sit more comfortably. "Fear and anger makes it taste bloody sour."

"You should've told us you were hungry, Sparrow, " Ghost growled lowly, he never liked letting you drink from other men or women other than their team. "Wouldn't have minded it." The last part was whispered, almost as if he was too shy to admit it.

"Don't be an arse about it, L.T., she was just hungry."

Ghost only grumbled lowly about how Soap wasn't any better. Gaz nudged your arm, telling you that he's free later if you're still hungry, knowing full well that you had your full. The little wink he gave told you everything, he just wanted to have you around him.

You sighed and turned to Price and Roach, tired from the night's event and the horrid taste that lingered on your tongue. I agree, Sparrow, his shoulders shook, head tilted towards the two bantering - more so of Soap annoying Ghost - men. None of us mind.

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[dailyadventureprompts]

Monsters Reimagined: Yeenoghu, Demon Lord of Insatiable Hunger

It's been some years since I did my overhaul on the lore of the gnolls and how they embody the weird de/humanization that goes on with various monsters over d&d's history. Ever since I've had more than a few folks write in asking about how I would handle the default Gnoll God Yeenoghu, who exists in a similar state of "Kill everything that ever existed" to Orcus and a good portion of the game's other late game threats, thematically flat and not really useful for building stories around.

For a while I've avoided doing this post because I thought it might skew a little too close to my personal philosophy, and risk going from simply being influenced by my views to an outright soapbox. I personally hold that despite being part of our nature hunger is the source of the majority of human cruelty, and if society and cooperation are the tools we developed to best fight against the threat of famine, it is fear of that famine that allows the powerful to control society and secure their positions of privilege.

I've also dealt with disordered eating in a prior period of my life, alternating between neglecting my body's needs and punishing myself for needing in the first place. I'm well acquainted with hunger and the hollowing effect it can have, though I'd never claim to know it so well as someone who went hungry by anything other than choice and self hatred.

Learning to love food again saved saved my life. The joy of eating, of feeling whole and nourished, yes, but there was also the joy of making: of experimenting, improving, providing, being connected to a great tradition of cultivation which has guided our entire species.

If I was going to talk about an evil god of hunger, I was going to have to touch on all of that, and now that it's out in the open I can continue with a more thematic and narrative discussion on the beast of butchery below the cut.

What's wrong: Going by the default lore, there's not much that really separates Yeenoghu from any other chaotic evil mega-boss. He wants to kill everything in vicious ways, and encourages his followers to do the same. He's there so that the evil clerics can have someone to pray to because the objectively good gods are on the party's side and wouldn't help a bunch of cannibalistic slavers.

This is boring, we've done this song and dance before, and the only reason that there are so many demon lords/evil gods/archdevils like this is because the bioessentialism baked into the older editions of the game's lore was also a theological essentialism, and that every group had to have their own gods which perfectly embodied their ethos and there was no crossover whatsoever, themes be damned.

Normally I'd do a whole section about "what can be salvaged" from an old concept, but we're scraping the bottom of the barrel right from the inset. Likewise my trick of combining multiple bits of underwritten d&d mythology to make a sturdier concept isn't going to work as most of d&d's other gods of hunger or famine are similar levels of paper thin.

How do we fix it: I want Yeenoghu to be the opposite of the path I found myself on, a hunger so great and so painful that it percludes happiness, cooperation, or even rational thought. Hunger not as a sumptuous hedonistic gluttony but a hollowing emptiness that compels violence and desperation. More than just psychopathic slaughter and gore, it is becalmed sailors drinking seawater to quench their thirst, the urban poor mixing sawdust and plaster into their food because their wages are not enough to afford grain.

This is where we get the idea of Yeenoghu as an enemy of society, not because violence is antithical to society ( I think we've learned by now how structured violence can really be) but because society fundamentally breaks down when it can't take care of the people who provide its foundations. Contrast the Beast of Butchery with one of my other favourite villainous famine spirits: Caracalla the grim trader, who embodies scarcity as a form of profit and control in to Yeenoghu's scarcity as suffering.

Into this we can also add the idea of the hungry dead, ghouls yes but also vampires, anything cursed with an eternal existence and appetites it no longer has the ability to sate. A large number of cultures across the world share the idea that the dead cannot rest while they are starving, which is why we leave offerings of food by their graves or pour out a glass to the ones we lost along the way.

On that topic, there's also a scrap of lore involving Doresain god of ghouls, who has been depicted as an on and off servant of Yeenoghu. Since I'm already remaking the mythology, I'd have Doresain act as a sort of saint or herald for the demon lord, the wicked but still partially reasonable entity who can villain monolog before the feral and all consuming demon god shows up.

Summing it all up: Yeenoghu isn't a demon you wittingly worship, it's a demon that claims you, marks you as its mouthpiece and through you seeks to consume more of the world. It gives you just enough strength to keep on living, keep on suffering, keep on filling that hole in your belly and feed it in turn.

The greatest of these mouthpieces is Doresain, an elf of ancient times who's unearthly hungers elevated him to demigod status. Known as the knawbone king, he dwells within a dread domain of the shadowfell, and is sought out only for his ability to intercede with the maw-fiend's rampages.

Signs: Unnaturally persistent hunger pangs, excessive drool and gurgling stomach noises, the growth of extra teeth in the mouth, stomachs splitting open into mouths.

Symbols: An animal with three jaws, a three tailed flail or spiked whip. A crown of knawed bones (Doresain)

Titles: Beast of butchery, the maw fiend, the knawing god

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[kysuguru]

two out of three. that’ll work — stsg x fem!reader

synopsis : gojo still doesn’t take to you, but in the throes of your eyes geto’s smile is prettier and shoko’s personality is much more welcoming. you’ll live.

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includes / cw : nothing ^_^

a / n : i’m sooooo sooo so sorry for such a long wait, truly. i nitpick HELLA. and i want everyone to remember this book was made on a whim. an impulse book if u will. so even though i have concrete ideas and outlines for the main plots, i’m writing as i go while making my way there. I trashed this about three times before finally coming to a conclusion i was somewhat satisfied with. please enjoy

You lay awake, staring at the ceiling of your dorm absentmindedly. Your alarm has yet to ring. It’s presumably thirty minutes before you have to get up and prepare for the day. Your eyes are burning and it hurts to blink, your throat feels dry and scratchy; aching for its thirst to be quenched, and your body is exhausted beyond belief. Your brain craves rest more than anything, but you still aren’t able to succumb to that sweet sleep you crave. It’s been about 15 minutes already, you think. If the steadily rising sun is anything to go by. Time passes by fast when you need it to be slow. Maybe it’s the nerves. Or the fact that it wasn’t until midnight that you returned to your dorm.

Five hours of sleep was the minimum you could get, your brain didn’t let you rest long. But you figured you’d be alright. Whenever curses were near your house, one instance of one being in your bedroom, you remember not sleeping at all if not at least 30 minutes. You got in trouble that day and scolded by your mother for sleeping in class.

As of now, your eyes are droopy and red and your body feels cramped. But the accomplishment you feel after understanding more of this foreign world of curses overrode your exhaustion. You’re not sure if you feel that same sentiment now though. You cursed your past self for putting you through such strain. Your thirst for knowledge occasionally brought you one step forward and two steps back. Being all knowing was the only way you felt significant.

As of the moment, it was one of those instances where your yearning hurt more than it nourished. Though, it was all really fascinating. Cursed energy, cursed techniques, and how they worked and came to be, there wasn’t a second you could bring yourself to put the books down. To believe the negative emotions of people fester into those horrid creatures…

It’s no wonder they were around every single corner of your school.

You’re embarrassed to say you still have no idea what your technique is, or the innate technique you were born with — or if you had an innate technique for that matter. From what you know being born with an innate technique isn’t all that likely. They manifest from ages 4-6 yet no matter how much you shuffled through your memories to see if there were any instances where you were forced to use your technique, you’re left with nothing. Maybe you did and just don’t know or don’t remember — that’s the most irritating part. You grip your hair slightly, eyes burning into the white of your walls.

There are bags forming under your eyes, you think. It hurts a bit to blink, since you got accustomed to keeping them open while flipping through books, the intrigue not allowing you to divert your attention from the pages for even a second. But to you, it was worth it. One more step to learning about this and making your way back home. To where your mother was (hopefully) missing you just as much as you do her. Maybe you should get up and attempt to cover up the evidence of your lack of sleep.

You turn to lay on your side, staring at your open palm. If you look close enough you can see a faint scar. You clench your fist closed, blinking groggily. Your breathing starts to get steadier as you stare at your knuckles, your eyes feel as if weights are pulling them down, your mind wanders to random things you don’t remember thinking about a millisecond later.

Before you know it, you’re falling asleep.

Though the three seconds of bliss was nice while it lasted, before the familiar obnoxious beep of your alarm clock rang through your ears.

You sigh. You should’ve expected that. Your mind slipped once you woke and you forgot to turn that damned thing off. Though maybe that mistake was a blessing, being late to your first day of class would be a horrible first impression. Or would it be second..?

Now you stand in the mirror and eye your uniform with intense uncertainty. You have an inkling that you look stupid. So you tug your skirt down a little bit. Ok, now you look 12. You pull up the hem.

…

Maybe you should add stockings.

The addition is better, you deduce. You’re content with this. You smile at your reflection, speaking encouraging words to yourself internally. You feel your body shake a bit at the idea of entering the classroom, the thought of four pairs of eyes glued to your form, but your body relaxes slightly at the memory of Shoko. She called you her friend, whether or not it was genuine, you’ll take what you can get. There is no point in being greedy and craving for what you don’t have — or deserve.

You lift your leg and adjust the back of your shoe to fit over the sole of your feet properly. You huff in satisfaction, standing straight and adjusting whatever you could before heading out.

Wait. Do you need supplies? Shit, now you’re nervous all over again.

Wait, wait, wait. If you needed supplies, you would’ve been informed earlier, so if required, Yaga should be obligated to give you what you don’t have.

…That’s unless he did mention it and you just weren’t listening.

Your back is against your dorm room door as you grip your head in agony. Maybe you should just tell Yaga you got the one-day flu and figure it all out tomorrow.

“Yo. You look like an idiot doing that.”

The voice is familiar, but not familiar in the way you’d like. He was no Geto, and he definitely wasn’t Shoko. You look up, eyes watery, and meet Gojo’s gaze.

“You going through something? Wait, don't answer that, I don’t wanna know,” He says, waving his hand obnoxiously, his lips downturned. “Hate to interrupt whatever’s goin’ on, but class is in thirty minutes. If you’re anything like Suguru you’re an early bird, right?”

“Oh.. sort of,” You respond, trying to discreetly wipe whatever tears that might’ve formed. He watches you do it anyway, following your movements closely. You’re a little humiliated now. He probably thinks you’re pathetic.

His stare is unrelenting, you can feel it even behind those pitch black lenses. It burns into you. Through you. You drop his gaze, eyes on the floor as you shuffle your feet.

Did he need anything else? You’re grateful he let you know when class begins, but you two aren’t exactly best friends, and you're positive this is awkward for the both of you.

But you see his shoes from your peripheral view and they stay rooted to the floor. You hold back a shaky sigh.

“Are you heading to class right now?” You ask in hopes to get rid of the suffocating silence. You don’t think you’ll ever get used to starting conversations. Your eyes are still memorizing every dirt particle on your new shoes (which feel odd to wear, you’re so used to staring anxiously at the ones your mother gifted you a year or two ago). Why did he, out of all people, approach you during your crisis? You wished more than anything that it was Shoko, but from what you know about her alone, you’re more sure than ever that she doesn’t go to class early.

“I don’t usually go early, that’s Suguru’s thing. But I guess todays an exception.” You blink, he has a lot to say. You expected a short, clipped answer. “Anyways what’re you doing out here, and what was with the gripping your head thing? Going through a phase?” He asks a barrage of questions, making sure to push his glasses up in case they slipped a smidge. You seemed perceptive, he didn’t need you staring him down and reading him.

“Oh, I was nervous. That’s all.”

Gojo nods, staring at you for a few seconds longer before his feet finally pick up from their spot on the floor. He’s walking off.

“Wait!” Your heartbeat spikes as the exclamation leaves your lips.

His shoes squeak against the tiles as he halts. He doesn’t turn towards you, but the fact that he stopped let you know he heard you. You don’t know why your heart is beating so loud, you’re only asking a simple question.

“Do we need any particular supplies for class, by any chance?” Your voice rises a pitch, and you fiddle with your skirt, positive you’re coming off as annoying.

“We take notes every now and then, by we I don’t mean me, so a notebook would be nice but isn’t required, and you don’t look like you have one with you.” He shoves his hands in his pockets, finally facing you, “Let’s hope you have a good memory. Sensei likes to run his mouth.” He jabs, most likely to see you panic. It works.

Your eyes widen and you bite your lip, fiddling with your skirt, but you’re shocked once you hear Gojo laugh. He throws his head back and you stare a bit. You’re gonna admit, you expected it to be a little more rough and loud. It sounds a bit odd, but it’s kinda funny to listen to, almost enough to make you laugh along. Now the question that’s been sitting on your tongue has the sudden urge to come forward.

Your mouth moves before your mind processes, “Can I walk to class with you?”

“Huh?”

You screwed up, you didn’t mean to ask that — I mean you did. But with his response you’re kind of regretting it now. “Sorry. It’s just I don’t remember the way, and if you’re on your way there I thought maybe I can tag along. Though, it’s okay if you say no.” You wave your hands frantically, trying your best to salvage whatever dignity you have left. You instantly start playing with your nails, looking down at your shoes.

He’s silent for a moment, as if contemplating. Then he sighs.

“Whatever. Do what you want.”

You beam, thankful.

“I promise not to be annoying.”

“You’re already being annoying by saying that.”

“Sorry!”

“Stop apologizing.”

“Sorry. Oh wait uh..”

“…”

He scoffs before walking forward. You sprint a bit to catch up with his pace. He has really long legs. You stare at his side profile as he walks, if he notices your eyes, he doesn’t say anything. But you catch the twitch of his brow. You watch every movement you catch on his features intently, dead set on getting to know him more. You wonder if your gaze feels as burning as his does on you. As if he knows you inside out.

You were never aware of your staring problem until now.

Gojo is struggling himself. Trying not to meet your gaze. It proves to be difficult, for he wants to glare you down and watch you squirm nervously before you finally break eye contact. He hates how bare he feels when you stare.

“Gojo, what’s your inherited technique?”

“Infinity,” he pops a sucker into his mouth, uninterested. But you ignore that, eyes wide as you gasp in awe, intrigued.

“Can you explain that to me?”

Gojo catches sight of your expecting face, how your eyes glittered as your lips part. He can’t help the stroke of his ego. He quickly became smug.

“I have the ability to manipulate and distort space.” His glasses slip a smidge down the bridge of his nose, you can see a sliver of his eyes. He doesn’t push them up like you expect him to, he tends to do that — from what you’ve noticed — and they’re glowing. “Hold out your hand,” he demands, long fingers splayed out in your face.

You reach up and before you can press your fingertips against his palm, a barrier is manifested between the two of you. “Woah, there’s like.. a wall between us.”

“It’s infinity.”

You look up at him, even more in awe, “So it’s science, right? That makes it easy to explain then, huh? I thought it was way more complicated than that.” You’re too engrossed in repeatedly retracting your hand and pressing it back against this “barrier” to notice how Gojo’s expression shifts.

He pulls his hand back as if he’d been burnt and you blink, swiftly putting your own hand back by your side. A frown plagues your lips. You figure you did get a bit carried away, it was really nice to see a cursed technique at play for the first time ever. And you’re glad it was something as magnificent as that. You got excited, forgetting boundaries.

Before you can express your gratitude and apologize, Gojo is striding off once more. You notice this time he’s walking a bit faster, as if he intends on leaving you behind. Your brows knit as you sigh. You don’t jog up to him this time, letting the distance between you increase. You’re always taught not to be greedy. Occurrences like this coming into play to drill that in your head, yet you fail every time — constantly wanting more.

You enter the classroom a bit after Gojo, already seeing him with a big beam on his face as he rambles off with Geto. He’s mad at you again, you think. This is normal for you — people being upset with you. It shouldn’t hurt, but it does. You try your hardest to pretend it doesn’t.

Shoko’s not here yet, unfortunately. You see two empty seats and assume the vacant one by Geto is Shoko’s, so you take the other seat. You aren’t sure what to do with this extra time, you shouldn’t have come so early, so you settle with fiddling with your fingers and looking out the window.

You hear Geto’s voice and you’re not sure if you’re being looked at, but you’re way too nervous to check, afraid that if you looked you’d be caught.

“Ogawa.”

It isn’t until a full minute later you realize that Geto was trying to get your attention the entire time. You finally look at him, the curiosity brimming in your chest and the urge to look back finally sated. His smile is kind and soft. He pats the empty seat beside him. “Why don’t you sit?”

You jolt.

“Isn’t that Shoko’s seat?” You point nervously, trying to find a way out of this. If conversation is what Geto is looking for, you’re the last person that can provide.

Gojo scoffs and you retreat into yourself, eyes averted.

You faintly hear Geto shove Gojo and tell him to shut up over the loud pounding of your heartbeat before he’s turning back to you, that same, already familiar smile plastered on his lips. “I’m sure she won’t mind.”

“You.. really want me to sit by you?” You ask, hopefully. You guess you still have yet to learn and expect disappointment. Geto nods, his smile getting brighter and you glow like the stars.

You stand meekly, shuffling into the seat as quietly as you could, cringing when the metal cried loudly against the tile floor. Geto huffs in satisfaction and your shoulders relax a bit. You wish Gojo weren’t here to stare the both of you down, you feel somewhat uncomfortable by his overwhelming presence. You have an inkling that disturbing you is his goal, for a small smirk paints his lips.

Geto’s voice is soft as he speaks to you. He’s asking you about yourself and you answer somewhat vaguely, unsure of how to go about talking to him. You stammer a bit, trying to find your words. You get a bit fidgety, afraid he might get irritated with you, but he’s as patient as ever, smiling as he awaits your answer. That’s when you relax completely, finding it easier to answer him in stride. You never knew Geto could be so easy to talk to. You’re starting to like him even more. It’s hard not to favor people who are nice to you. But you can’t get ahead of yourself. You have to learn to expect disappointment so you won’t be disappointed.

Gojo doesn’t say a word, staring at the two of you converse so easily. He doesn’t understand why Geto seems so interested in getting to know you. You’re boring, you don’t even know your technique for crying out loud. Weak people piss Gojo off.

Gojo walks by you as you hold your head in your hands, leaning against your dorm door. He’s confused, are you going through something? You look stupid, and he withholds the urge not to laugh at your expense. If Geto were here he’d definitely scold him. He thinks of that and the nagging Geto would put him through. He rolls his eyes and decides to approach.

“Yo. You look like an idiot doing that.”

Well he didn’t actually mean for it to come across that way, but sometimes his mouth likes to run before his brain liked to function.

You look up at him, tears brimming your lashes. The sight makes him sigh internally. If he knew you’d be crying he would’ve avoided you altogether. Comforting you is beyond his expertise. Well.. it’s not. He’d just rather not waste his time.

He asks if you were going through it. Another moment of his mouth moving before his brain. But you don’t seem to take offense, more like you just seem a bit embarrassed at being caught nearly crying.

“Hate to interrupt whatever’s goin’ on, but class is in thirty minutes. If you’re anything like Suguru you’re an early bird, right?”

You answer meekly, wiping your tears with your sleeve. He catches himself eyeing your attire behind his glasses. He’s staring at you and he’s positive you can tell, for your head tips towards the floor. You seem to be awaiting his departure, but he stays rooted to the floor, content on tormenting you this way.

“Are you heading to class right now?”

He never expected you to be the type to start a conversation, not with him especially. He noticed how uneasy you felt around him. But he cuts you some slack and answers.

“I don’t usually go early, that’s Suguru’s thing. But I guess todays an exception. Anyways what’re you doing out here, and what was with the gripping your head thing? Going through a phase?” He answers you and throws a barrage of questions coyly.

You blink. Gojo realizes how much left his mouth at once and pushes up his glasses. You come up with a sorry answer and Gojo decides he’s wasted enough time. If he got there now he could talk to Suguru about yesterday’s conversation with the higher ups before Yaga arrives. He starts to walk off, now considering the conversation boring.

Your voice interrupts his stride, you sound somewhat panicked and he contemplates hearing you out. You must’ve taken his stillness as a cue.

“Do we need any particular supplies for class, by any chance?”

You sound anxious, and he doesn’t even have to look to know you’re shuffling your feet.

“We take notes every now and then, by we I don’t mean me, so a notebook would be nice but isn’t required, and you don’t look like you have one with you.” He shoves his hands in his pockets, and turns to face you. He was correct, this time you’re fiddling with your ridiculously long skirt.

“Let’s hope you have a good memory. Sensei likes to run his mouth.” The only entertaining thing about you is the expressions you make. And he isn’t disappointed with this one either. He doesn’t know why he finds your sorrow so comedic but this time he can’t hold back his laugh. If Geto knew about this or witnessed it, he’d definitely scold him, but Gojo doesn’t care at the moment, shoulders shaking as he cackled obnoxiously.

He sighs, wiping under his eyes, lifting his glasses a little. He thinks that’s enough for now, and prepares to walk off to class. But then you ask a question that makes him freeze, “Can I walk to class with you?”

“Huh?”

He raises a brow, he knows you can’t see it, but he’s looking at you as if you’re crazy.

You instantly wave your hands in panic, trying to explain yourself, he thinks your excuse is lame. “Sorry. It’s just I don’t remember the way, and if you’re on your way there I thought maybe I can tag along. Though, it’s okay if you say no.”

He’s extremely annoyed with you now, watching you fidget and shuffle about with a frown plaguing his lips. A rejection is already sitting on his tongue, ready to be fired, but he knows how disappointed Geto might be with him, so his shoulders drop.

“Whatever. Do what you want.”

He watches you instantly glow. You’re not smiling but he can tell you’re happy. It’s the first time he’s seeing an expression that isn’t filled with some type of despair on you. He thinks he prefers your anguish.

“I promise not to be annoying.”

He rolls his eyes, picking up his pace.

“You’re already being annoying by saying that.”

“Sorry!”

“Stop apologizing.”

You say sorry again and he scoffs to himself. Could you get any more annoying? He can hear your hurried footsteps as you try to match his stride, he feels a bit bad and slows down a bit, letting the two of you walk side by side. He did it to be nice, but it’s a decision he instantly regrets. Did your parents ever teach you that staring was impolite? The burning of your eyes against the side of his face pisses him off. But he tries his hardest not to show his anger on his face because of your intense stare.

He can’t help the twitch of his facade and he thinks you noticed. He’s resisting the urge to meet your stare, glare you down and watch you shuffle like you usually do. He craves to make you uncomfortable and show you who’s really stronger between the two of you. He really can’t comprehend where these hostile emotions are coming from but he also doesn’t care to dig deep and figure it out. It’ll come to him eventually. So for now he’ll get a bit excited as you ask about his cursed technique, jumping at the opportunity to show you how strong he is.

You’re in awe and his ego instantly skyrockets. You press your hand against his infinity over and over again, an intrigued gleam in your eyes as your lips part in a gasp.

“So it’s science, right? That makes it easy to explain then, huh? I thought it was way more complicated than that.”

For some reason that makes him irritated. “Easy to explain.” Funny coming from someone who had no idea what cursed techniques were barely twenty-four hours before. He pulls his hand away from you, as if he was burnt and instantly walks off. He thanks his long legs and their advantage to gain distance from you.

He resists the urge to turn and see your expression.

He originally did it all with Geto in mind; mulling over how he would feel if he’d left you deserted in that hallway, nervous eyes and shaky hands as you tried to find your way. Curse Geto for being such a heavy influence on him, because now he wished he’d never encountered you. Gojo considers his day already ruined before it barely started.

Now he sits and watches you converse with his best friend as if he was your best friend. Geto was always the friendly, welcoming type, so he can’t fathom why it irks him so. But it has to be your fault somehow, so until he figures that out he decides to brood in silence, arms crossed.

Shoko enters and your attention is instantly diverted. One of the many times Gojo is grateful for her existence. You were more comfortable with her than the other two. Probably a girls thing. Gojo didn’t care to understand. He instantly decided anything that had something to do with you would be ignored to the best of his abilities.

You greet Shoko in a quiet voice, as if cautious, and instantly brighten when she sends you a soft smile and a greeting in return. She points to her spot and looks at Geto inquisitively, hovering behind you. He just shrugs with a sheepish smile. So she simply sits and scoots her chair closer to you, waving her hand in a shooing motion towards Geto, “It’s my turn to hog her, your boyfriend looks upset, go comfort him.”

Geto’s head whips towards Gojo instantly, seeing his pouty expression with his arms crossed. He sighs in exasperation, a fond smile painting his lips.

You watch the two of them for a second or more before looking at Shoko. You didn’t know they were dating..

Shoko chuckles, and speaks up as if she read your mind, “They’re not actually dating. Yet, anyways. They love dancing in circles around each other. It’s irritating to witness. Utahime is a grade above me so unfortunately she doesn’t suffer through it as much as me.” She nudges you, her eyes crinkling as her smile stretches a bit wider, “You’re here with me now though, so we can suffer it together, kay?”

You nod eagerly, as if it was meant to be a good thing. Suffering anything is manageable if someone as kind as Shoko is there with you. You need to get her a gift for her kindness. Such a wonderful girl!

Yaga enters the room about twenty minutes later. Shoko lets you borrow a notebook of hers and you instantly get to jotting things down. You’re a bit surprised when you notice how mundane these subjects are. But it makes sense, you’re all still teenagers after all. You’d probably see it as inhumane if all this school taught to their students was jujutsu. No matter the importance of sorcerers and preserving the lives of non-sorcerers, it was always good to live life at least a little normally, to you anyways.

Time passed with you trying to avoid answering questions as much as possible. Even though you hated doing it, you also couldn’t help it. Whenever Yaga looked your way your eyes flew to your paper and you instantly got to acting busy to avoid getting picked on. Plus, it wasn’t like you needed to… Geto was there to answer every question smoothly for the rest of you, so there was no need, right?

Though you suppose it wasn’t evadable forever.

“[Name], can you answer this one?”

You jolt, looking up from your paper where you were “writing” (you just hovered the pen over the paper and moved it about). It was an easy algebra question, so you answered it with ease, albeit quietly. Yaga hummed in approval and moved on. It wasn’t all that bad, you recognize, but the attention is still unnerving.

Shoko nudges your side, “I got a smart girl on my radar it looks like,” she whispers. “You’ll let me copy your notes, right?” She jokes.

You nod instantly, the premise of the joke flying straight over your head. If it’ll keep her around you’ll write her as many notes as need be, you thought. It was the least you could do to repay her kindness!

She giggles quietly, and her laugh was instantly a melody you became enamored with. “I was joking, don’t worry. But you seem smart, born a genius like a certain someone, I presume?” She says coyly and her eyes drift to a particular person one seat down. You force your eyes not to drift in the direction of her finger.

“I usually study in my free time,” You shut down her assumption, you were nowhere near born a genius. “Guess you can say it’s a hobby of mine,” you shrug, whispering alongside her. It was nice, it felt like the two of you were sharing secrets.

“A hobby?” She laughs, shocked and intrigued. “You get more odd by the second.”

Your expression shifts, something she doesn’t hesitate to spot. She lays a hand on your shoulder and rubs it assuringly as she whispers, “No sweat, it’s a good thing. To me, at least. I don’t think I’d be friends with those two idiots otherwise.”

Your face relaxes and she smiles.

“Shoko,” you suddenly speak, surprising the both of you — you the most. Her eyes flit to your own and she sits, awaiting. “Do you like sweet things?” You ask, cupping your hand around your mouth as if that’ll make you any quieter.

Shoko entertains you with a grin and replicates you, hand cupped around her mouth as she leans close to whisper. Her eyes drift over you — if checking you out, something that escapes your notice — before she answers, “I love sweet stuff.”

You seem satisfied with her answer so she shifts her attention back to her notebook. Yaga turns around and her eyes flit between her notes and the board, pretending to be immersed. Though you don’t think she has anyone fooled. You glance at her for a moment more before you do the same and settle for doodling on the empty parts of your notes. Small doodles of Shoko and Geto holding gifts with big smiles on their faces. You subconsciously grin into your hand. You have no clue what either of them prefer but the thought is nice… Maybe you can ask later. Hopefully Geto will have a moment where Gojo isn’t hanging off of him.

You discreetly shuffle your position so you feel comfortable enough to gaze at him. He looks extremely focused, brows slightly furrowed as he taps his pen lightly against the desk, as if afraid to disturb the silent classroom. Your eyes drift a bit to catch a glimpse of his counterpart. A scoff of bewilderment almost involuntarily leaves your lips at the sight of Gojo simply trying to balance a pencil between his nose and the peak of his lip. Even though you have a sudden urge to call him out on his stupidity, this is actually the perfect opportunity to ask what you wanted from Geto without his leering glare, he seems distracted enough.

Yaga is turned towards the board too, voice booming loud enough that if you whispered, he wouldn’t be able to hear you over the sound of himself. It’s insane that you feel so nervous, as if speaking to a classmate during teaching is some sort of crime. But you recall the small doodle of him smiling happily with his gift and persevere.

A small, soft tap breaks Geto out of his reverie. His eyes blink in surprise before his gaze lands on you and your meek, almost guilty expression.

“Do you like sweet stuff?” Your soft voice whispers and he almost laughs aloud. You’re a horrible whisperer, and you’re both extremely lucky that Yaga’s voice echoes, for no one hears you.

He ponders your question for a moment, eyes drifting around your face before they settle back on your eyes. He’s grinning as he says, “Yeah. I like sweet stuff.”

Your visage glows with hope as you turn back to your paper, beaming. Geto’s smile becomes soft.

Brownies it is.

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[i-like-rocks22]

"to hold me like water"

grasping, rushing, overwhelming, quenching, life giving, a force that cannot be contained in hands alone; above all else, knowing that someone will crawl across a desert on their hands and knees for just a taste of it.

"or Christ, hold me like a knife"

with respect, gently, with reverence, with great skill or clumsily, knowing they are capable of imparting great harm but that's not their sole intent, they are also beauty and nourishment and protection. They are passion, they are fear.

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[charmedreincarnation]

🌳🌠

Non-dualism and the Law of Consciousness are like the roots of a tree; they form the foundation upon which we build our beliefs. The resources for building this foundation are methods, knowledge, and curiosity. Through these, we develop branches that stem from our core beliefs. These branches may include things like astrology, religion, and witchcraft. (Thank you @consciousnessbaddie for the convo we had that helped me come up with it this Analogy. ilysm and your beliefs)

The practices of both provide the platform for us to use elements like methods, knowledge, and curiosity in our exploration of the spiritual world, so that our branches can be firmly grounded in these roots. The more we can explore the more stable our beliefs will be. The resources we use to build and strengthen this foundation - methods, knowledge, and curiosity - are akin to the vital nutrients absorbed by a tree's roots.

Methods provide a systematic approach to understanding and navigating our world, acting as the water that quenches our thirst for clarity and structure. Knowledge, like the minerals in the soil, enriches our foundation, providing substance and depth to our beliefs. Curiosity, the sunlight that fuels the tree's growth, propels us to explore beyond the familiar, to question, and to seek answers.As we nourish this foundational belief system, it sprouts branches that extend into various aspects of our lives. These branches represent the diverse expressions of our core beliefs.

Some branches might grow towards astrology, seeking to understand the influence of celestial bodies on human life. Other branches might reach out towards religion, finding solace and purpose in divine teachings and spiritual practices. Yet others might explore witchcraft, engaging with nature and harnessing its energies.while some find solace in meditation and inner peace such as the void, and visualizing and the subconscious with sats, and others alike.

These branches, though diverse in their expressions, are unified at the root by the principles of non-dualism and the Law of Consciousness. Each branch is a manifestation of our quest for understanding, a testament to our desire to make sense of our existence. They are not separate from the tree, but rather, an integral part of it, just as our varied interests and pursuits are not detached from our core beliefs, but an extension of them. In this way, they BOTH form the roots of our 'belief tree', grounding us and providing stability, while our methods, knowledge, and curiosity nourish these roots, enabling the tree to flourish and grow. And it is through this growth that we develop branches that reach out into various realms of understanding, creating a rich, diverse canopy of beliefs that shelter and define us.

I implore you to reconsider the practice of juxtaposing various concepts or methods against each other in our discussions. This approach often leads to a reductionist perspective that undermines the complexity and interconnectedness inherent in most subjects. It's like asking me to help you find the "one-size-fits-all" solution or the universally "right thing to do". The reality, however, is far from this simplistic viewpoint.

Every concept, every method, and every belief is part of a larger, intricate tapestry of knowledge. They are interwoven threads that contribute to the richness of the whole picture. Interconnectivity is a fundamental principle that applies not only to laws and their various forms but also to human nature and our interactions with the world around us.

It's puzzling why there's often a strong desire for disconnection, for compartmentalization. Perhaps it's an attempt to simplify what seems overwhelmingly complex, or a defense mechanism against the anxiety of uncertainty. But such an approach is counter-intuitive. It goes against the grain of how we naturally think and learn, which is by making connections between different pieces of information.

Moreover, it can be frustrating for both you and others. For you, because you may find yourself going around in circles, never quite grasping the bigger picture. For others, because they may struggle to communicate effectively when the conversation is restricted within narrow boundaries.

So, instead of pitting one concept against another, let's embrace the complexity and interconnectivity of ideas. Let's explore how they relate to and inform each other. Let's appreciate the rich tapestry of knowledge for what it truly is: a dynamic, interconnected system where every thread has its role and value. This approach will not only deepen our understanding but also make our discussions more productive and enlightening.

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[saylessastrology]

The Signs as Fruits

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1. Aries (March 21 - April 19): Pineapple

Like Aries, the pineapple is vibrant, energetic, and has a strong presence. Its sharp and tangy flavor represents Aries’ bold and assertive nature.

2. Taurus (April 20 - May 20): Apple

Similar to Taurus, the apple is known for its reliability and earthly qualities. It’s solid, satisfying, and has a comforting sweetness that reflects Taurus’ grounded and sensual nature.

3. Gemini (May 21 - June 20): Kiwi

The kiwi represents Gemini’s versatility and dual nature. Its vibrant green color and the contrasting texture of its seeds and flesh reflect Gemini’s ability to adapt and switch between various interests and perspectives.

4. Cancer (June 21 - July 22): Coconut

The coconut’s tough exterior and its nurturing, nourishing qualities align with Cancer’s protective and caring nature. Just like Cancer, the coconut holds a lot of emotional and nourishing value inside its shell.

5. Leo (July 23 - August 22): Mango

The mango’s vibrant colors, tropical flair, and its delicious sweetness represent Leo’s boldness, charisma, and natural ability to stand out. Just like Leo, the mango exudes a sense of royalty.

6. Virgo (August 23 - September 22): Blueberry

The small yet powerful blueberry represents Virgo’s attention to detail and precision. It’s known for its abundance of health benefits and the ability to enhance overall well-being, reflecting Virgo’s nurturing and practical nature.

7. Libra (September 23 - October 22): Peach

The peach represents Libra’s beauty, harmony, and sense of balance. Its delicate and pleasing flavor represents Libra’s appreciation for aesthetics and their desire for harmonious relationships.

8. Scorpio (October 23 - November 21): Pomegranate

The pomegranate, with its intense flavor and mysterious allure, reflects Scorpio’s deep and passionate nature. Just like Scorpio, the pomegranate hides layers of complexity beneath its surface.

9. Sagittarius (November 22 - December 21): Strawberry

The strawberry represents Sagittarius’ playful and adventurous spirit. Its bright red color, sweet taste, and the element of surprise in its juiciness capture the essence of Sagittarius’ zest for life.

10. Capricorn (December 22 - January 19): Fig

The fig represents Capricorn’s practicality and earthy nature. It’s a fruit that ripens slowly, emphasizing Capricorn’s patient and disciplined approach to achieving goals.

11. Aquarius (January 20 - February 18): Starfruit

The starfruit’s unique shape and its association with innovation reflect Aquarius’ unconventional thinking and ability to shine brightly in their own unique way.

12. Pisces (February 19 - March 20): Watermelon

The watermelon symbolizes Pisces’ fluidity, emotional depth, and connection to water. Its refreshing nature and ability to quench thirst align with Pisces’ empathetic and compassionate qualities.

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[dramoor]

"Holy Spirit, inspire me. Love of God, consume me. Along the true road, lead me. Mary my Mother, look upon me. With Jesus, bless me. From all evil, from all illusion, from all danger, preserve me.

Again, to the Holy Spirit:

Source of peace, Light, come and enlighten me. I am hungry, come and nourish me. I am thirsty, come and quench my thirst. I am blind, come and give me light. I am poor, come and enrich me."

~St. Mariam of Jesus Crucified

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[julesofnature]

"Nature promotes mutualism. The flower nourishes the bee. The river waters quench the thirst of all living beings. And trees provide a welcoming home to so many birds and animals. There is a rhythm to this togetherness." ~Ram Nath Kovind

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[daydreams-after-dark]

Sorsha’s thoughts… after dark

Between skz and ateez I’d have stockpot of the most nourishing soup… or a jug of the most thirst quenching beverage. Or is it a giant protein shake? Really not sure.

Yep… I’m such a slut for them.

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[yujo-nishimura]

The Escape - Part 2

Warning: A little bit of angst and sadness, female reader, One Piece based storyline mixed with my own weird creativity. This will be my personal Nanowrimo project I want to share with all of you. Hope you can enjoy reading as much as I enjoy writing.

Content notes: Small buggy turning into big Buggy later during the story, love, romance, female reader who will experience a strong character development, SFW for now, might add NSFW later.

The two strange creatures introduced themselves as Gaimon (the box creature) and Buggy (the dwarf clown). They seemed to have a great interest in you, being the only tall person on this island and seeming to be a pirate as well. Carefully they turned you on your back to check your injuries. Gaimon, who seemed to know the island a bit better than Buggy, brought you some water and fresh fruit, the nourishment immediately bringing your throbbing head and your whole body a quick relief. 

“How did you end up here?” Buggy asked, still scanning your carefully, not sure if he could trust you. 

“I wish I could remember. I only know I set out during the night away from our ship…” 

You decided to not tell them that you ran away - this was none of their business and you also did not want them to become suspicious of you for being a traitor or a weakling. 

Gaimon offered a logical explanation for your current predicament, assuming that you had likely encountered a fierce storm, miraculously surviving its wrath and finding yourself washed ashore. As he shared his thoughts, he extended another container of water to quench your thirst. Instantly, a soothing relief washed over you, alleviating the discomfort caused by dehydration and sunburn. You still felt very hot, coming from a winter island and being with the snow pirates, the attire of the crew was fur and warm winter fabrics. Now, in this tropical paradise, your torn and inadequate garments only worsened your discomfort, trapping the heat against your skin.

You couldn't be bothered and you nonchalantly removed your shirt, revealing a bikini top and exposing more skin to the curious gazes of the peculiar beings beside you. You noticed a bashful tint in their eyes, a reaction to the unexpected sight. While these creatures possessed unconventional appearances, it dawned on you that they were, after all, simply men.

You took a closer look at Buggy as well - you seem to recall that you had seen his wanted poster somewhere in another town and probably more often in the East Bleue before you entered the Grand Line. Despite his size his face was very handsome and his eyes had something captivating. As you focused your gaze directly on him, another blush crept across his cheeks, intensifying his reaction. He took a few hesitant steps backward, creating a physical distance between the two of you.

“How did you both get here?” you ask now and Gaimon tells his story of trying to find a treasure and falling into a box while doing so. You are surprised that this is how he ended up in the state he was now in and not having a coddled childhood as you suspected at first glance.  He enjoys talking to you, seeming to be deprived of human contact. As the conversation unfolds, you gradually regain your strength. After several cups of water, a sense of vitality returns and you can finally fully sit up. 

Then the clown starts telling his story - Buggy's voice trembling with a mixture of anger and spite as he narrates the story of his pursuit of a notorious pirate who had stolen his body parts. His words carried an air of desperation, reflective of his burning desire to escape from this place and exact revenge upon this particular pirate. You are somehow scared and fascinated by his determination. However, you are also glad that they do not ask what your plan from now on was. Since you had simply no clue what to do. 

Gaimon seems to feel your distress and gives you another big, inviting smile: 

“Would you like to join us tonight for a little drink and barbecue at our fireplace? Our dear Buggy is planning to leave the island tomorrow on a raft and we want to bid him farewell, don't we?” 

You are still not sure if you can trust Buggy, but Gaimon seems like a simple minded, friendly creature so you agree to join them both. What other options do you have anyway? You are still feeling a bit too weak to build yourself a new boat and being with two strange dwarfs sounds at least more entertaining than a lonely night in the woods. 

You slowly start to stand up, still feeling shaky in your legs, but trying to assess how much you can walk. Aware that you might need to defend yourself if the situation demanded it, you prepared for the worst-case scenario. Buggy and Gaimon, both barely just reaching your knees, cannot assist you, but you feel stronger than initially expected. 

“You are in better shape than we thought. We first had the idea to eat you in case you were dead!”, Buggy chuckles. 

With a firmness in your voice, you assert, "I will kill you both first and roast you on the fire if you dare to try anything." Despite your attempts to sound convincing, an underlying tremor betrays your words. Deep down, you carry the weight of past experiences aboard pirate ships, where the presence of female pirates often led to dismissive attitudes and a lack of regard for their skills.

Buggy still cuckles but Gaimon seemed to be impressed. 

“Which pirate crew were you in, if I may ask?” 

“The Snowland pirates.” you sigh. You are all too aware of their notorious reputation, their name synonymous with fear and ruthlessness. However, as a member of this crew, you couldn't help but feel a sense of disappointment in how it failed to live up to your own expectations.

Buggy seems to be impressed and stops laughing for a moment. He looks up to you, walking now slowly on your right side. As you look down on him you somehow cannot deny that he looks adorably cute and that thought kind of keeps bothering you until you reach the fireplace of these two island survivors… 

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[galebrainrot2024]

Gale x Tav Enemies to Lovers Part IV

Howdy everyone - I am still tweaking this and wanted to get a little something out tonight.

Written in Gale's POV, enjoy!

The tent whipped shut behind him as he stormed inside. Gale brought his hands to his face, his head bowing before he ran his fingers through his hair. He whistled air through his teeth and began to pace, the adrenaline coursing through his body making him unable to still. 

“AH,” Gale cried out and gripped his chest abruptly, his breath sharp and collapsed to his knees. The orb festered, feasting on his anger and distress, the nasty roots plucking at his very DNA and unraveling it. Gale hunched forward, gasping for breath as the orb seemed to tighten around his heart and lungs, depriving him of air, of blood supply. Groans of discomfort escaped him and he could focus on nothing else except the endless blackness of dread, despair and pain brought on by the orb. 

He was unsure how long he sat like this, his vision peppered with black spots, digging his hands into the spot on his chest as if it would sate it. It felt unlike it ever had before - hungrier, somehow, more volatile. Although the last magical item he consumed helped partially, it did not quench the storm as they normally did. And now it was well nourished from their quarrel and it felt ever stronger. 

When Gale finally rose to his feet and the deathlike pallor of his body dissipated, his head throbbed and his eyes ached. All at once with gritted teeth Gale swept his arm across his desk sending his papers, poems, drawings flying across his tent. With a heave that sounded like a tearless cry, he shut his eyes and tried to conjure a replica of his Tressyum, Tara. She would have staunch advice for him and lend a helpful ear to brood about the same arrogant, boastful girl from his youth. Tara accused him of being smitten with Tav from the beginning, an idea he vehemently denied until much later to which Tara responded matter of factly: I tried to tell you, Mr. Dekarios, but it is unlike you to listen to a word I say. Especially involving potential love interests.

After two failed attempts to create her replica, Gale's anger only grew as his own inadequacy dawned on him. How much power and ability he once had and now he struggled with a basic transmutation spell - granted, the orb had just had a hell of a feast so Gale was exceptionally weakened. He had controlled more of the Weave than most Wizards could ever dream of… and now it felt as out of reach as Mystra herself. 

When his mind settled, a pang of hurt coursed through him. Tav had been needlessly cruel after he had been so vulnerable with her - although part of Gale’s mind fixated on the warmth he felt when her finger pushed against his chest, how beautiful she looked in her rage, how sensual the moment before had felt. Even as their bodies gravitated closer together in their heated argument, he felt as if they could have lit a city with the electricity that flowed between them. That despite their anger all he wanted to do was take her lips with his. 

“It felt so incredible… her mind was beautiful, so elegant. It was inspiring, profound even and it felt… well, it was almost…” Gale paused, dropping the thought and picking up another, “and she ripped it away so fast… threw her malice at me because I didn’t tell her I recognized her. Perhaps her and Mystra have more in common than I thought.” He muttered to himself, still walking circles in his tent, his thumb brushing against his bottom lip. “Why does it matter if I didn’t tell her? Is that such a crime? Rather hypocritical if you ask me.” The imaginary Tara in his head agreed, of course, though he knew she wouldn't if she were here. “I’ll speak to her in the morning. Make her understand. Perhaps, even bring her down a peg or two. If I had only known she would react this way I obviously would have acted differently." Gale froze because deep within his core he knew this was untrue.

He was so embarrassed, so ashamed of the orb and of his relationship with Mystra and his outcasting, of how he had treated Tav in their youth. How he had jeopardized her entire future all because she had been better practiced, a savant. In Truth, Gale knew Tav had every right to be angry although her anger was misplaced. He had hoped, wished, prayed to every God he knew that she would not recognize him. He sighed heavily, the weight of everything threatening to crush him, and he rubbed the back of his neck. He climbed into bed and drifted into a dreamless sleep. 

**** 

The next morning when Gale rose the traveling companions were already gone. “Gale?” A voice pierced through the air and he turned to see Wyll, his chalice in hand and playing with Scratch. Gale glanced around, perplexed. “What are you still doing here? A bit strange to see you back at camp. Tav seems to have taken a liking to you, she has a habit of bringing you everywhere.” Wyll gave a playful wink, though Gale was not in the mood to be trifled with. 

“That's not true," Gale started to craft his argument - of course Tav doesn't bring me everywhere! There are plenty of days she's left me behind - and when he was unable to think of a single day this was true he shook his head to dismiss it and said, "Tav left? They all left for the day? This early? After they all drank that much? Is that what you're saying?” Wyll shrugged and nodded. Gale noted Wyll hadn’t been at the party so it wasn’t unusual he was awake - he did wonder where had he been last night.

“They left not too long ago, the sun was still hanging on the horizon - but just.” Gale sighed and turned to leave. “Hold on a second,” Wyll said, walking over to him. “Are you alright? You seem a bit off. You’re rather pale my friend, a look typically reserved for Astarion. It doesn’t suit you.”

“Oh, I am quite well I can assure you.” Gale looked off beyond the treeline, his brow furrowed as he seethed. How could Tav leave him behind, especially after how she acted last evening.. if she was truly sorry she wouldn’t have left him. For their trip thus far Gale had been on the starting line, adventuring at her side. For the first time he felt the sting of being left to tend camp. 

Wyll snorted, crossing his arms. “You may have command of the Weave, but a performer you are not. Tav was in a strange mood this morning, too now that I think of it. Perhaps it was all of the wine but...” A realization seemed to dawn on Wyll’s face and he smirked, cocking his head, “You sly Wizard, I didn't think you had it in you if I'm being honest. Did you… and Tav?” Gale groaned and rolled his eyes. A typical youth: the one thing on their mind was coital. 

“No, Gods... no.” Gale said, although the redness climbed up his neck and brushed his ears. When he allowed his mind to wander to their shared moment in the Weave the hurt he felt by her comment seemed to die down and he cleared his throat, straightening. “Did they say where they were off to? When they’d be back?” 

Wyll shook his head and rested an arm on Gale’s shoulder for a moment, “All I know is that Tav said they’d be gone a while, didn’t say where. If you’re in need of company or are open to losing a game of lance board, you know where to find me. It helps pass the days when we aren’t shifting camp.” 

Gale watched Wyll walk back to his tent, picking apart exactly how Wyll could not possibly be able to beat him in a game of lance board and he went back to rest.

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[lifephilosophys-blog]

عندما تشعر الروح بعطش لا يمكن إطفاءه بالماء، بل ينبعث من أعماق القلب نحو الله الواحد، الذي هو مصدر السكينة والراحة الحقيقية. إنه العطش إلى الروحانية، إلى القرب من خالق الكون، إلى الانغماس في ذكره وطاعته. في هذا العالم المليء بالغموض والتحديات، تبحث الروح المؤمنة عن رب يسمع دعاءها، ويزيل همومها، ويرشدها في كل خطوة تخطوها.

إن العطش إلى الله يولد من رغبة قوية في الاتصال به، في أن يملأ قلبك بنوره الساطع، ويجعلك تشعر بالسلام والرضا الداخلي. يتطلب هذا العطش ترك كل ما سواه، والانغماس في عبادته وذكره، والتواصل المستمر مع كتابه المقدس للتأمل والاستفادة.

لا يمكن تشبثك بالعالم المادي والمشتت وتجاهل عطش روحك الحقيقي، فالروح بحاجة إلى الغذاء الروحي الذي يأتي من عند الله وحده. بينما تنغمس في صلاتك وذكرك وتسبيحك، تشعر بأن روحك تروي بشوق حقيقي لقرب الله المتفضل، وتجد نفسك محاطًا بسكينته ورعايته.

إن العطش إلى الله يشبه رحلة في بحر لا نهاية له من الحكمة والنور، حيث كلما اقتربت أكثر منه، زادت وداك وقوتك وثقتك في رحمته اللامتناهية. تكمن السعادة الحقيقية في تحقيق هذا الاتصال الروحي بالله، حيث ينير طريقك ويملأ حياتك بالمعاني العميقة والسلام الداخلي.

فلا تقنع بالحياة العابرة والمادية التي لا تملأ إلّا أقسى القلوب، بل اسعَ إلى قرب الله الذي هو رحمة وبركة ونور، وستجد روحك تنعم بالسكينة والراحة التي لا تعرفهما سوى في وجوده.

When the soul feels a thirst that cannot be quenched with water, but rather emanates from the depths of the heart towards the One God, who is the source of true tranquility and comfort. It is the thirst for spirituality, for closeness to the Creator of the universe, for immersion in His remembrance and obedience. In this world full of ambiguity and challenges, the believing soul searches for a Lord who hears its prayers, removes its worries, and guides it in every step it takes.

The thirst for God is born from a strong desire to connect with Him, to fill your heart with His bright light, and to make you feel inner peace and contentment. This thirst requires abandoning everything else, indulging in worship and remembrance of Him, and constant contact with His Holy Book for contemplation and benefit.

You cannot cling to the materialistic and distracted world and ignore the true thirst of your soul. The soul needs spiritual nourishment that comes from God alone. As you immerse yourself in your prayers, remembrance, and praise, you feel your soul being quenched with a true longing for God’s gracious closeness, and you find yourself surrounded by His serenity and care.

Thirsting for God is like a journey on an endless sea of wisdom and light, where the closer you get to Him, the more friendly, strong and confident you become in His infinite mercy. True happiness lies in achieving this spiritual connection with God, as He illuminates your path and fills your life with deep meaning and inner peace.

Do not be content with the fleeting and materialistic life that only fills the hardest of hearts. Rather, seek the closeness of God, who is mercy, blessing, and light, and you will find your soul enjoying the tranquility and comfort that it only knows in His presence.

[aeracho]

My Sick Omega

One shot - Alpha/Omega Au

✧ Taking care of your sick omega

✧ Jeonghan x Fem!reader

As you woke up, you felt a subtle shift in Jeonghan's body next to you. Concerned, you turned to check on him and noticed that his eyes were closed, indicating that he was still fast asleep. You wondered if he was already in heat, but upon closer observation, you couldn't confirm it. Despite this, you couldn't shake the feeling of unease and stayed alert, keeping a watchful eye over Jeonghan's restful form.

As you reach out to touch his arm, you feel an intense heat emanating from his skin. Concerned, you lean in closer to assess his condition. You can see that his face is flushed and his breathing is shallow. Realizing that he needs rest, you decide not to disturb him any further. You stand up slowly, trying to make as little noise as possible, even though it is the dead of night.

After noticing that his temperature was high, you quickly went to the kitchen to get a pot of hot water and a clean towel. You carefully soaked the towel in the hot water and wrung it out before placing it on his forehead. You hoped that the warmth from the towel would help bring down his fever. Feeling exhausted, you decided to take a nap while keeping a watchful eye on him. As you drifted off to sleep, you suddenly felt a gentle tap on your arm, jolting you awake.

As you gradually awaken from your slumber, your bleary eyes focus on Jeonghan's gaze fixed on you, patiently waiting for you to stir. You clear your throat and speak softly, your drowsy tone betraying your recent sleep, "Is there something you need, Han?"

As you were sitting with Jeonghan, he suddenly muttered, "My body hurts." You immediately stood up, feeling concerned for his well-being, and started searching for a medicine that could relieve his body ache. After finding the medicine, you headed towards the kitchen to get a glass of water for him, so that he could take the medicine with ease. Once you had the water, you returned to Jeonghan and handed him the medicine, hoping that it would help soothe his discomfort.

You suggested that Jeonghan sit up to take his medicine, but given how weak he looked, you decided to lend a helping hand. Gently, you guided him into a seated position, making sure he was comfortable before handing him his medicine and a glass of water. Jeonghan gratefully took the medicine and drank the water, his fragile body in need of all the nourishment he could get.

“Are you feeling any better now?” Jeonghan nodded weakly in response. You then proceeded to place a glass of water on the nightstand next to him, ensuring that he had access to it if he needed to quench his thirst

Following that moment, you and jeonghan embraced each other closely, enjoying the warmth and comfort of each other's embrace. You held each other tightly as you drifted off into a peaceful slumber, feeling safe and content in each other's company. Together, you journeyed into the realm of dreams, where anything is possible and the impossible becomes a reality.

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