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sunoorintarou · 6 months

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Catharsis: Incandescent Grace

Phos!Reader x (Platonic) Gojo Satoru

Warnings: Child abuse, domestic abuse, toxic familial relationships, blood, gore, death, self blaming, depression, manipulation, suicidal ideation, the usual Catharsis warnings

Notes: Alexa play Beautiful Boy by John Lennon

It had happened so fast. A second ago, you were narrowly dodging a glass plate being launched at your head. Your father had had a bad day at work. A common occurrence.

To make things worse, he and your mother were in the middle of an argument. You had been tiptoeing across a rope suspended over a blazing fire. It was only natural it would snap from the heat.

Your fingers were trembling, heart racing as your father neared you, screaming about how this was your fault. Everything was your fault. But this time, he was taking it a bit far, grabbing a shard of the broken plate and nearing you.

You were scared. Terrified.

Why you?

The question rang in your head.

What did you do to deserve this?

Everything around you sounded muffled, as if you were underwater. Vision blurry with tears as your father only got closer. Muscles tensed as you braced yourself for the pain.

You didn't deserve this.

You didn't deserve any of this.

The pain, the hurt, the tears, the fear. Everything. It was all because of these people.

Your parents. The people that were supposed to protect you. To love you. Your mothers words rang in your head.

"We do this because we love you."

Was this... love? How would you define it? Was love the feeling of your father's belt against your skin? The feeling of your mother's nails digging into your arms? Was it the way they'd lock you away for days as punishment before pulling you out. Holding and telling you how much they loved you. How they only did it because they cared. Because they wanted the best for you.

If this was love, you didn't want it. You didn't want them.

You had seen children walking around with her parents. Smiling so brightly, giggling as their parents played with them, held them, cared for them, comforted them when they cried.

You used to sit in the park for hours. Watching them. Wondering if your parents would love you like that if you acted more like those children.

You remembered how hard you tried. The flowers, the letters, all ending up dead, in pieces, all over their floor. Your mother calling them useless, frail things. She didn't need them. She didn't need you. Neither did your father. They were being kind, taking care of you. Or so they claimed.

Everything they did. They said it was to make you stronger. But you were a child. You didn't need to become stronger. You needed to be safe.

You remembered watching a cartoon when you were younger.

You remembered seeing a child held hostage by the bad guys. You remembered how the child was saved by a hero, a man shrouded in light. And that gave you hope. Maybe someone could save you too.

A hero. A saviour. Someone big and strong. Someone who's very existence would let you know everything would be OK. That you'd be OK.

And so, as your father neared, you prayed. You remembered a blurry face, a teacher at your preschool. God always answered the prayers of good kids. Or so she claimed.

For once in your life, you prayed for a miracle. For someone, anyone, something, anything.

Your mind wandered back to the hero in that cartoon. An angel may be too much, but you hoped a hero wasn't. He didn't have to be big or strong. He just had to be able to help you. You didn't mind anything. Anyone. As long as someone saved you from this.

What you hadn't realised was that your prayer would be answered in the worst way.

In a split second, everything changed.

Suddenly, there was blood on your face, and you were met with your father's head rolling across the floor, landing at your feet.

There it was. The monster under your bed. The one your parents refused to believe existed. The one that had caused their fight and would now seemingly cause their demise.

You had never seen it whole before. Used to the murky, spiderlike arms, clawed fingers, and sets of red eyes. But this, this beast, this demon, whatever it was, could only be described as your worst nightmare come true.

You were frozen in time. Sick to your stomach, but numb. Feeling everything and nothing at the same time.

You could only watch as your mother tried to fight off the monster, her screams deafening, eyes wide in terror.

It was then that something clicked. The monster under your bed had 4 eyes. But this one had 2. So where were the other 2?

Your heart dropped, watching as a large clawed hand ripped through your mother's torso. There they were. The second set of eyes. There were two monsters.

You could only watch as the monsters began to devour your parents' bodies, blood soaking your carpet, seeping across the wooden floors until it reached you. You then realised that this was it. You would die right here right now. This was where it would all end. This was the deliverance you had hoped for so many times.

You didn't fight when one of the monsters came to you, fingers brushing your arms, your back against the wall. All you could do was pray it wouldn't be too painful.

As its claws dug into your legs, you were reminded of your father. When you were still young. When he used to read your bedtime stories and hold you and sing to you. Perhaps that was also a form of love?

You wondered what had changed. Was it you? Was it him? Was it simply chance? Bad luck? Just what had happened?

You couldn't fight the tears. Mourning not only the life you lived but the life you'd now lose. How pathetic were you? Despite everything, you still didn't want to die.

You wanted to live.

It was then that an unfamiliar feeling overwhelmed your body, a faint feeling of warmth enveloping you, a faint teal glow. It surrounded your hand that had lied on the beast's head, pushing it away futilely.

With a great scream, your ears ringing in pain at the noise, where the beast once was, laid a large chunk of Phosphophyllite.

Your heart stopped. Were your eyes deceiving you? Was this some sort of entrance right to the afterlife?

The other beast seemed as startled as you, moving away in what you assumed to be fear. You reached out, hand lying on the chunk of stone. Had you done this? Was this you? Just what was this?

Suddenly, the gem glowed and your were filled with a cold so great, almost freezing and a pain so sharp, you couldn't breathe.

You screamed, blooding pouring from your lips, your nostrils, your ears, your eyes, writhing in agony on the floor.

You felt like a thousand knives were dissecting every nerve in your body. A chill so cold it burned overtaking you.

Please please please. Someone, anyone, help me. It hurts, it hurts so bad. Please make it go away. Please please please.

You were barely conscious, eyes half closed as you tried to fight the pain away.

Suddenly, you were enveloped by a white glow. Something seemingly defeating the other monster.

You felt a pair of hands scoop you up, large, strong, warm. So warm. So bright.

A voice. Soft, low, kind. Tears began to fall from your eyes.

"You'll be OK. Just focus on breathing."

You blinked rapidly, attempting to focus on it. You took deep breaths, the warmth of whoever was holding you slowly making the pain go away.

You inhaled deeply, the pain dulling to a sting under your skin. You felt warm, so warm. The kind of warmth you hadn't felt in years.

Your vision began to clear momentarily, and you were met with your hero. Your saviour.

Blue eyes, beautiful, sparkling, like the sky. When was the last time you had seen the sky?

White hair, bright and clean, like pure snow. When was the last time you had been outside?

Strong hands, gentle hands, cradling you against a hard chest, voice ridden with concern and comfort.

An angel. This had to be an angel. This man, whoever he was, had to be the deliverance you had been praying so hard for.

You fought to keep your eyes open, blinking up at the man as you began to sob.

"It's all over. You're safe now. Don't worry. It's OK, you're OK."

Something in you couldn't help but believe this stranger's words as they echoed in your head. You felt that as long as you were with him, everything would be OK. You'd be OK.

On that fateful fight when you thought you'd lost everything, you had found something you had long stopped searching for.

Salvation.

That unknown man was a symbol of peace, of safety, your second chance sent by a deity. A dove landing on the ark you had been stranded on.

As your vision faded, fatigue overcoming your being, something in you knew, as long as you had him, you'd be fine.

After all, he was your saviour. And unbeknownst to you, that night as he carried you to safety, he had sworn to never let anything like that happen to you ever again.

You were a child after all, and he vowed to keep you safe.

#houseki no kuni #jjk angst #jjk x hnk crossover #land of the lustrous #phos!reader #catharsis #hnk x reader #jjk #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen #gojo satoru angst #platonic gojo satoru #gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru #jjk gojo #gojo x reader #jujutsu gojo #gojou satoru x reader

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sundaybee · 1 year

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Moments Between Life and Death (Julieta x Fem!Reader) Pt 13/Finale

After a long hiatus and needing a break I’ve finally written something new. For those of you still floating around I hope you enjoy!

Our final chapter! I hope you all enjoy!

As always I am not a native Spanish speaker, so if I butchered a sentence or word let me know so I may correct it.

Part 13 of 13

You stood in front of your house, Julieta’s hand gripped tightly in yours. You were nervous and your heart had begun to race, but a squeeze from Julieta settled your nerves and you opened the door.

It was eerie to enter the house. You had been away for so long that you almost felt like a stranger within your own walls. Light filtered in, curtains breaking up the sunbeams. You cautiously let go of Julieta's hand and made your way through the home you grew up in.

Memories of having dinner with your abuela hit you hard when you went into the kitchen. The living room provided memories of making shadow puppets on the walls as a child. You recalled when your abuela held you in your bed when you went through your first heartbreak. Then you stood before her closed door.

“You don’t need to enter.” Julieta reminded you.

“I know, but I want to.” You said and with a deep breath you pushed open the door.

It was just as you remembered it. A tidy room with a home knit blanket resting on the foot of the bed. Her favorite chair beside the window. Pictures of you were plastered around the room and on the vanity. Your eyes watered but you approached the bed and sat down. Julieta watched you carefully and slowly entered the room herself.

You swung your legs over the edge and laid down. Out of habit you turned and brought the pillow close. Or you would have if a crinkle and the feeling paper against your hand hadn’t distracted you. You moved the pillow and found a small piece of paper folded on the mattress. You glanced at Julieta, who took a seat beside you, before taking a breath and unfolding the paper.

Mi Querida Nieta,

If you are reading this then I’ve left you. I’m sorry that I’ve caused you pain, I never would intentionally do that. I am old and I am tired and I hate leaving you, but it’s time for me to go join your abuelo. He would have loved you and I’m sorry you never had the chance to meet him.

I pray you are eating. I know how you get and I know you’ll blame yourself. Mi amor, nothing that has happened was your fault. Life happens and death is a part of that. Don’t let it eat you alive. You deserve all the love and happiness in the world and I pray you find it.

Please don’t hold any ill feelings towards Julieta Madrigal. I knew for a long time Julieta’s food wasn’t going to save me, but that is okay. She is simply a girl and not a god. She did her best.

Speaking of Julieta, I’ve always liked her. She made my mornings so cheery and she was a good ear to talk too. I do believe though that she may be a little dense.

You paused and glanced over at Julieta who despite her best efforts to not intrude couldn’t help but read over your shoulder.

The amount of hints I dropped in her lap were immense and she seemed none the wiser. Tu mi dulce are easy to read, you’ve always worn your heart on your sleeve. Julieta needed a little help and I practically had to bully the poor girl into coming for dinner.

You cut your eyes to Julieta who was now red with embarrassment.

I do hope you aren’t mad at me for interfering, I just know a good match when I see one. How else would I have found your abuelo and bullied him into our first date?

I said you deserve all the love and happiness in the world and I hope Señorita Madrigal can be the one you find it with. You’d do well to take care of her, and if you don’t I am not above returning and haunting you as punishment.

You are the light of my life and the joy and love you’ve brought me all these years is better than anything I could have ever imagined for myself. You are my most precious gift.

Mucho Amor

You didn’t realize your tears were falling until a soft hand landed on your cheek and wiped them away. Looking at Julieta she was blinking rapidly, trying to control her own tears. She smiled at you and you choked, gripping the note close to your chest. You leaned into her and cried, but this time the tears that fell were not in sorrow. You felt your guilt lift and your heart swell as you let the words echo in your head.

“Are you okay?” Julieta finally asked as your cries began to die down. You pulled back and looked at her, wiping a few tears away and smiling.

“I’m going to be.”

And you were.

You were yourself again. You smiled and laughed and read in the fields. You ate your meals with Julieta and like before you brought her books for the two of you to discuss. You held her and kissed her and was unapologetically you. Even the matriarch of the family couldn’t deny your charm and you became a welcome addition to the household.

Some days were harder than others but having Julieta by your side made those days easier. So when you told her you loved her for the first time you knew it was real. You knew your grandmother's words rang true. Julieta Madrigal was a good match and for the rest of your life you’d prove it to her.

You proved it on your first intimate night together. You proved it at your own official dinner as the girlfriend of the famous healer. You proved it when you were down on one knee, and in a funny turn of events when Julieta matched you pulling out her own ring. You proved it on your wedding day, your anniversary, every holiday spent together. You proved it in daily life.

And when that fateful day came decades later and you had to leave her, your abuela greeted you with a warm embrace. Transformed back into your twenty four year old self she whispered her words of praise and how she knows a good match when she sees one.

There you remained for years until your beloved joined you once more. Twenty four once more, the two of you entered paradise, ready for the beginning of forever again.

#julieta madrigal #julieta madrigal x reader #julieta x reader #julieta x fem reader #reader insert #Encanto #Moments Between Life and Death

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infectiouspiss · 1 year

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professional griefers is about all the people that attempted to recreate the magic that mcr had (stay with me on this one)

// i like the sound of the broken pieces //

the copycats aren’t good, they’re broken, but hey they sound good

// i like the lights and the siren she says //

they have all the flashy lights and catchy tunes, people like them

//we move like we both don’t need this //

we dance along to their songs as if we don’t need mcr back, as if it’s okay to hold onto something else

// god can’t hear you // they won’t find you // watch them build a friend just like you //

pray to have us back all you want, your prayers won’t be answered. watch as people build false idols of us

// give me the sound to see // another world outside that’s full of // all the broken things that i made //

i broke the fans when the band split up, show me the music they listen to now, show me what’s fixing them without us

// just give me a life to bleed //

let me die, let me bleed out and die, stop holding on to mcr

// we like to dance but the dead go faster //

yeah these new bands are good and make catchy music but nothing is as good as mcr

// we want the cash or the junk you’re after //

most of those artists are only in it for the money and they’ll do whatever it takes

// death squad brats are in detention //

people who don’t fall for the industry plants and stay true to themselves are punished for it

// spent shell casings // photographs that i’m erasing // bonus lives with pixel screams //

we’re dead and gone, im deleting the pictures, but we can’t fully die because the our music videos keep us alive

// lab rat king // rescue team // save me from the next life //

i was the lab rat, i was the frontperson of mcr and i’m watching as people try to be me, maybe i should save them, but i might die if i do, i can’t go back to that life

// cause we are the last disease //

we were one of the last authentic bands, all these new ones are desperate to get fame and fortune

// another broken light that’s full of // all the awful things that i made //

there’s more people trying to copy us, so many more that the light of the fame we once had is broken. and it’s my fault, i made the scene this way.

tldr; gerard acknowledging that they changed the rock/emo scene and that now that mcr is gone they’re watching people try and copy what mcr had and doing it poorly, turning their message into a cash grab with no love in it.

#not as clear as i’d like it to be bUt #i think its okay and understandable #i love analysing gerard’s lyrics it’s so mmmmm depressing #anyway i’m gonna go walk the dog brb

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moon-lixie · 1 year

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Who to fill the gap in his chest if not you?

word count: 1.055k

warnings: allusion to drowning.

genre: royal au, angst, hopeful ending.

song: Pagodes - Claude Debussy

I. Palus

“I’ll never forgive you if you let this be the last time I see you,” you said, his tears staining your cheeks and yours his, hands clasped together as in silent prayer.

You were both on your knees, simple mortals cursing mighty gods for what you deemed to be their faulty decisions. Moisture coming from the earth and sipping through layers of fabric to reach skin, to remind you of the cold fragility of your bodies that were in fact just bodies.

“I’ll never forgive myself,” Hyunjin mused. Who was really at fault? The gods for not playing in your favour or all of you, every human who’d greedily decided that titles and hierarchies had a say in love?

Who to blame? Who to despise for how things had worked out if not himself for being who he was? Who to openly show his heartbreak to if not the lake, the trees and the moss? Who to fill the gap in his chest if not you?

You stood up and his palms were called to the dirt beneath him; he laid pressed against the ground in a reverent bow as you walked away. It had been a punishment to have only the moonlight to try and make out your features under but it was a gift now that it hid the figure of a king bowing at the feet of someone whose name nobody would recognise.

II. Lacus

There was always dirt at the height of his knees on his robes, always stains of grass pressed flat against the ground against their will. Beside the lake hidden in between trees there was a permanent indent from where he kneeled everyday to pray, tips of his fingers always dipped into the crystalline water.

There were his duties and his pressing desires, his rituals, his needs, his unspoken wishes. There were a million stars up in the night sky and the reflection on the water he’d always stare at. There was the life he lived out of respect and fear and the life he’d always fantasise beside the body of water.

There was a title, heavy on his shoulders and more burdensome than it could ever be helpful. There was this small gap the world had forgotten to fill with strict rules and expectations, and only there was Hyunjin, the human, the man, the lover.

Everything and nothing colliding, disdain and adoration meeting at a crossroad and stopping to contemplate the sight together, who he was and who he was supposed to be parting ways and silently asking not to ever see each other again.

You and him, bowing, praying, tips of fingers dipped in the water, stained fabric at the mercy of your knees. Two permanent indents on the ground.

III. Lacuna

The return of spring marked a year since the night Hyunjin promised to hold onto you in spite of the world. A year and the gap within himself had grown so large, taken so much space that his heart barely fitted inside his body; so he turned to you and without wavering left his heart in your hands.

He took a step towards the lake and then two more; he begged you to give him a minute and silently apologised for the year you’d already given him so willingly. He walked further ahead, stopping only when the water caressed his chin.

There was something here, something more than just his hopes and endless prayers. Everytime he touched the water he could feel it on its tender caress and the ruthless cold that reminded him of his own aliveness as well as the lake’s.

“Wait!” Your voice came from behind, much louder than he ever remembered having heard it, much more urgent than all the times you had asked him to love you.

Hyunjin did not turn around but he heard the splashing of the water taking you in, of the struggle your attempt to reach him fast caused. He did not turn around but he knew that both your hands were busy as you swam forward, in one you were holding his heart and in the other your very own.

You could feel it too, of that he was certain, you could feel the lake come to life with every touch and every star reflecting on its surface. You could feel it now, how it almost cradled your bodies in place, not wanting for you two to be swept away.

In the strength of the water was all your love, every tear that had been spilled beside the shore, all the longing, every truth, the past year. There was the faraway loneliness of what had been once a gap but was now brimming with water, the familiar loneliness of being close but never quite touching until you reached for his hand.

In one of your hands there was his heart, in the other you held his hand. In one of Hyunjin’s hands he held your heart, warm and exuberant; in his other hand he clasped yours as if it were an anchor.

Until then Hyunjin had been touching the floor with the tip of his toes, not afraid of going deeper but waiting to be dragged there. And it wasn’t until you were both hand in hand that the lake took both of you and filled with its own self every gap that existed in your bodies, until you were both burning from the inside, until your limbs became too heavy and you had to let go of everything you held.

Then his eyes closed and his mind drifted somewhere else before he could reach out for it. Before the feeling of absolute helplessness could take over his body there was a soft tickling at the back of his neck and a damp aroma filling his nose.

Hyunjin opened his eyes and there was the sky, the infinite stars he hadn’t dared to look at directly for over a year. There was a soft breeze and grass under his outstretched palms, there was his back pressed against the freshly rained ground and a hand reaching to hold his.

There you were, beside him in the strange place that looked like home as there was the same sky but couldn’t be because there you were and there he was: Hyunjin, the man, the lover; gaps filled to the brim.

#straykidsland #skz fanfic #skz fanfiction #stray kids #stray kids fanfic #stray kids fanfiction #stray kids fic #skz imagines #stray kids imagines #skz angst #skz hyunjin #hyunjin angst

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malkahpariyz · 7 months

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Yesterday I saw a beautiful modest queen post her beautiful modest dresses… This is the ruckus her innocent act caused:

Backstory: a very fine Muslim woman posted her beautiful dresses on Instagram, merely wanting to showcase that her husband always talks about how she never wears the beautiful dresses she buys, so she’s showing them off in another fashion. These dresses were beautifully modest and elegant, and showcasing her personal sense of style all the while remaining modest…. And boy oh boy, did people have much wrongfulness to say about it.

Here is the video this good hearted and modest Muslim woman posted:

Many Muslim men began commenting on this post calling the video sinful, bashing the woman’s character, saying harmful things about all Muslim women who express their sense of style, saying things like “she needs to be punished” “she’s not a good wife” “ship her back” etc… here is an example of what one Muslim man had to say about her:

And here are the reactions to these comments that Muslim women, Christian women, Jewish women, Hindi women, and non-religious women alike had to say about these types of comments: *please read them all*

These women and some men had every right to feel disgusted by the way this woman was spoken to in these comments.

And I also had a comment I wanted to make on the woman’s behalf and to defend her against the attacks and hate she was receiving:

And in my efforts to defend an innocent woman.. I too was attacked by an ignorant little girl and here I will showcase the “conversation” and let you all know my thoughts as I truly feel I have a right to do so and I do have a right to do so… *please read the conversation thoroughly, the sequence goes from top to bottom, left to right*

Now, I will begin my true and valid thoughts by saying this:

That woman’s post is not doing what that girl is saying it’s doing. A woman expressing herself is not taking away from her relationship with God. And the children following after others is their upbringings fault, not the people they are following’s fault or responsibility to prohibit. If you see her and start prioritizing “beauty” and “style” BEFORE prioritizing God and following and believing in God. That’s your feeble ignorant issue!! Not the influencer who is RIGHT and ONE with God, prays without ceasing, and prioritizes God and her modesty, while also enjoying expressing her sense of creativity and style! If you do something you are not to do because she is doing whatever she is doing? That’s your issue NOT her issue…Nobody told you to look up to these influencers or follow these influencers or prioritize following what they are doing before you follow and prioritize God. Being a sheep is that sheep-like individuals fault, no one else’s. All young people of today have an issue with being influenced by INFLUENCERS on social media. And that is not the HUMAN MIND that is what FOOLISH MINDS do. People who cannot refrain from being followers of other humans are the issue, not people on social media being themselves, especially the people who are modest and pure. If many women cannot be modest if they want to? It is the fault of that particular woman NOT random people on the internet. All of this example of children being influenced by others, has nothing to do with religion and everything to do with the climate of society, while what I addressed truly had to do with religion and the fact that many people practice a said religion differently and not exactly how others do.

Claiming that I don’t know about what I am choosing to speak on, just because I MAY not be Muslim, is an ignorant false assumption because people know nothing of what I do and do not know.

I truly do know the semantics of a situation like the one she gives an example of as proof this woman’s treatment was okay or justified…It’s the equivalent to a Christian woman not wanting her daughters following after these half naked women on Instagram. But sister, children being influenced by these influencers has nothing to do with this woman’s freedom to do as she likes and it does not mean she deserves these people’s HATE and in this case she is actually doing nothing wrong and still exuding an extremely acceptable level of modesty. And practicing Islam as she interpreted she should and could.

This young girl opened this conversation with “actually her neck is showing” then claims she has no issue with how the woman is dressed. Then completely tries to ignore, disregard, and discredit the fact that 75% of my family is Muslim and what that would say about my knowledge base and stance (and little does she know, my own mother and grandmother were Islamic for long periods of their lives, wore the hijab for long periods of their lives, and have extensive knowledge about the religion themselves… and what make her ignorant self feel like I haven’t asked my INTERMEDIATE family that I am close to {mother, grandmother, aunties, uncles, and male and female cousins alike} how they feel about subjects like this??) but she ignores all of these facts I have told and haven’t told, all to make herself feel and seem right about something she is wrong about and wrong for trying to justify the comments made about this woman. Assuming I do not know about exactly what I do know about so that she can feel right in this moment where she is wrong. Assuming I don’t know the facts and truth of the matter all because the real facts and truth of the matter of it all, makes me completely disagree with her and makes me disappointed in her for being another Muslim falsely judging and persecuting another Muslim. I am well informed and educated in many different religions. I am a theologian AND a historian. I know what is called for in Islamic modesty, and guess what there’s different forms of implementing it. Some women wear the hijab and on some days she will cover her neck and on some days she will not. Some people wear a niqab, and feel it absolutely necessary and SOME DONT, some people only wear hijab, some people wear khimar, some people wear jilbab, some people wear abaya and turban. Alllll throughout all Islamic countries at that. In Africa and the Middle East. Even LONG before modern times and modern styles, ALL different styles of modesty were being practiced and all still obeying what the religion has voiced as Gods words about modesty.

Its truly barbaric the wrongful assumptions people make to justify their sick behavior and delusions and their attacks on innocent people.

One cannot assume what conjures my stance in this matter. There is ALOT that I have studied and researched for myself about Islam. A lot of information I have gather from first accounts of Muslim women themselves. A lot that I have remained highly informed about. A lot that I have read inside of the Quran for myself and have learned from my VERY well informed family members who are practicing Muslims and who are serious about their faith. I know more than most people born and raised in that religion actually knows about it, and the plight of the people within it… but you can’t tell this IGNORantly ASSumptive young girl that addresses me about that now can you?… What she spoke about and her backing of her position is how SHE feels about it, NOT all Muslims and I know this for a fact. So yes, it is HER opinion of what the modesty spoken in her religion should look like. She is someone who wants people to adhere to her understanding of things. Which is not the only understanding of Islam. By saying “it’s giving the wrong impression to women who really want to be modest” : is as if the way SHE believes her religion said to be modest is the only form of upmost modesty, when there are others within her own religion that feel differently about the interpretation of what was called for in the religion and about what is and is not appropriate. THAT is my point to her. That all Muslims do not feel the way she feels about this woman’s level of modesty and do not believe that she is being wrongful. That is what I meant by what I said. Not whatever her ignorance is claiming about me and my comments….

She tried to save herself the embarrassment by changing her story and claiming to not actually care about the woman’s neck showing and ignoring the proof of my extensive knowledge base and understanding of Islam. Saying all that she said, not for any other reason except a truthfully spiteful and pitiful attempt at self preservation and justification of an innocent woman’s sustained attacks on social media.

The truth is the woman in the video above, has done nothing wrong and many other Muslims feel that she has done nothing wrong. If you are a balanced person, like you are supposed to be in Gods eyes. Giving yourself the freedom of expression through style and creativity is not taking away the focus from God. If you are being as you are supposed to be, God will still have all the glory and total focus in your life while you still express your passion for fashion through modesty. That is my message to all women who veil and practice modesty today. The only sin in this whole ordeal is the way these people JUDGED, SPOKE DOWN ON, BELITTLED, and ATTACKED this innocent woman on social media. That is the only sin that has been committed here. The young girl that tried to attack me for coming to the woman’s defense needs to realize that, that woman was not going against God’s orders, the young girl was going against God’s orders by proceeding to judge that woman, speak foully to me in trying to shew me away, insult my intelligence, falsely judge me and my knowledge base and understanding, and falsely assume everything she falsely assumed about me and the woman I was defending.

If I comment on something and say “please don’t hate on this fellow sister in faith” and you object to that comment. You are a hateful person yourself trying to justify hate and make an excuse for it. No matter what you disagree with, people’s mindset of hate is never justified. You cannot defend or justify an “idea people have” when they are expressing that idea based in hate and judgement of someone. Otherwise you are a hateful and wrongfully judging person as well. That poor young girl thought she won an argument against me that didn’t even exist. Unknowingly committing sin herself with every word she uttered in assumptions, judgements, and dismissals. I pray God show her the true way. God bless her like I originally said and meant and may God bless her with knowledge, understanding, wisdom, accommodation and unity.

“Purify the heart, to tame the tongue” - anonymous

There was nothing, modest, meek, humble, elegant, or graceful about how this young girl approached me in the comments, and her stance in the matter, with all kinds of wrongful assumptions and verbiage. I came to the Muslim woman’s defense and a fellow Muslim woman tried to fight down the defenses trying to protect a fellow Muslim woman. This young person has alot to learn about everything, including her own religion, that she may never even learn. Who cares if you dress modestly if YOUR SPIRIT DOES NOT MATCH.

I think people need to pick up a book besides the ones they are told to read. I think people should read their holy book for themselves and not take every interpreters words, attitudes, and opinions of what the text actually says and means. I think people should remove the hate, and keep the love and understanding. I think people should follow God how God told them to and not worry about what anyone else is doing or thinking of what they do. It is more of a sin to judge someone in the only way God can, than it is any other sin. Only God can judge and that power is reserved for God alone.

After I say God bless everyone, the conversation should be over for people who actually have God in their hearts.

I am a Hebrew Israelite, a denomination of Christianity, but I still love, accept, and support my fellow Christians who do not believe exactly what I believe or practice exactly what I practice. I hope many people of many faiths can take a page from my book and practice love and acceptance. That is the way of God. Truly. (P.S. I am a Hebrew Israelite that practices modesty and wears the veil (a.k.a. wears the hijab) so if I wanted to “ask somebody who actually wears the hijab”, I literally can ask myself, as well as 75% of the rest of my family, but I like to let ignorant people live in whatever feeble reality they have chosen, out of ignorance and whatever sickness they are plagued with).

It’s amazing how people will fight harshly and relentlessly against the light and love, all in the name of pointless hate and to prove wrongful points against innocent people.

Here is what I sent to uplift the young woman that was being attacked on social media by her own community and other ignorant individuals:

Educate to elevate.

Don’t assume, it makes an ass out of you.

Knowledge is power.

God is one love.

Lead by example not judgement.

Accept others and love them as God does.

Know who you are talking to and what they know, before you speak.

Read the room. Or just simply… read.

- The Modest Blog

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The Wilderness Curse

Ever since the desert lore was released, and comparing it to other ancient civilizations.. I've been thinking about what if the curse of the wilderness is not actually laid by Celestia?

What if it's a case of people believing a sort of "natural disaster" is a punishment from heaven? something very common in human history but also in genshin's history from what we've seen; like the desert people believing the curse of Shiruyeh was.. well a curse related to Shiruyeh, and not Liloupar punishing the people by using abyssal power as well (a curse that left people to become creatures who lost their language and faces.. so just like hillichurls)

So far, all the destroyed civilizations we've heard of had something in common, their humans or gods somehow in one way or another made contact with the Abyss (forbidden knowledge)…

We can go as far as the tiara artifacts civilization; the envoys of heaven talked directly with the people, but once they stopped answering them, humans looked for answers "in the deep places of the earth" (see the last sentences of the artifacts):

We hear of it through the Sal Vindagnyr ppl who used to receive blessings from the skies until they suddenly stopped, where a celestial nail fell (possibly to stop some abyssal corruption?) and where we see their last scribe turned into a lawachurl..

What if each time, it came back to people being doomed to fall into temptation as it says in Before Sun and Moon:

You are either satisfied with living under the rule of the heavens, or you make contact with the Abyss and suffer the consequences, the heavens throw a nail wherever they need to patch up an "abyssal leak" not really caring for survivors - but the people are already touched by the corruption, they turn into monsters and lose "their faces and language". Those witnessing it assume it is a divine punishment but if the people were dangerous and had to be punished why wouldn't they kill them and stop their ideas from spreading like has happened with khaenri'ahns and the Abyss Order?

The hillichurl themselves are attracted to the power of the abyss from what we've seen, praying and walking towards the "crystal", and even their beliefs could possibly be tied to it (a little outdates thread i wrote about their belief in "One"), why would celestia curse them with something that attracts them to the very thing they seem to always be fighting?

I think the wilderness curse is an effect caused by contact with abyss power/goo, possibly affecting different humans/creatures differently, and all this time it was simply seen like a punishment from the gods..

always easier to put the blame on something/someone else rather than just accepting it's nature doing it's thing or worse, it's your own very fault. Oh, the arrogation of mankind!!

this is a theory i wrote on twitter early 2023 and have since just found more and more things that confirm it, wanted to have it written in tumblr as well but here's the original thread:

#genshin theory #genshin lore #genshin impact #wilderness curse #hillichurls #genshin impact theory

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tinewithdanarrative · 8 months

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Almighty God says,

Every person, to a greater or lesser extent, has committed transgressions. When you do not know that something is a transgression, you will regard it with a hazy state of mind, and perhaps you will still cling to your own opinions, practices, and ways of understanding it

—but, one day, whether through reading God’s words, fellowshiping with your brothers and sisters, or by God’s revelation, you will learn that this thing is a transgression, and an offense against God. What will your attitude be then?

Will you be truly remorseful, or will you be reasoning and arguing, clinging to your own ideas, believing that although what you did does not accord with the truth, it also isn’t that big of a problem? This relates to the attitude that you have toward God.

What attitude did David have toward his transgression? (Remorse.) Remorse—which means that he hated himself in his heart, and would never commit that transgression again.

So, what did he do? He prayed, asking God to punish him, and said: “If I make this mistake again, may God punish me and cause me to die!” Such was his resolve; that was true remorse.

Can ordinary people achieve this? For ordinary people, if they do not try to reason or if they can tacitly admit fault then that is already quite good.

Is being unwilling to bring up the matter again for fear of losing face true remorse? It is being distressed and upset over losing face, not remorse.

True remorse is hating oneself for having done evil, feeling pain and discomfort for having been capable of doing evil, blaming oneself, and even cursing oneself. It is being able to vow afterward to never do such evil again and being willing to accept God’s punishment and to suffer a miserable death if they ever do evil again. This is true remorse.

If one always feels in their heart that they have done no evil, and that their actions merely didn’t accord with the principles or were caused by a lack of wisdom, and they believe that if they act in secret then nothing will go wrong, can they feel true remorse thinking this way? Absolutely not, because they do not know the essence of their own evil.

Even if they loathe themselves a little bit, they only hate themselves for being unwise, and for not handling the situation well. They do not actually realize that the reason they are able to do evil is due to a problem with their nature and essence, that it is due to their lack of humanity, their bad disposition, and immorality. People like this will never have true remorse.

Why do people need to reflect on themselves before God when they have done something wrong or committed transgressions? This is because knowing one’s own nature and essence is not easy. Admitting that one has made a mistake and knowing where the mistake lies is easy to do. However, it is not easy to know the source of one’s mistakes and exactly what kind of disposition was revealed.

Therefore, when most people have done something wrong, they only admit that they were wrong, but they do not feel remorse in their hearts, nor do they hate themselves. In this way, they fall short of true repentance.

—The Word Appears in the Flesh

#gods judgement #almighty god #gods love #good god almighty

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e-m-p-error · 1 year

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Peek into my muse's playlist!

I'm gonna do two songs from each playlist!

[ Dario ]

Groundbreaking - Anger

I'm back again I lost myself well that's okay I'll find the end I clench my teeth in my sleep Here at twenty fucking three I still don't know what's wrong with me Here's to another year of empathy

Thought of burning everything I try to make it drown But everything I've thrown at it It swallows it all down I punch the walls and scream at them But they keep closing in Well nothing seems to work so then I give up getting out I quit

Do you believe in destiny Do you believe in fate

Hollywood Undead - Kill Everyone

You got the motherfucking right to remain violent! Hollow points hiding in my clip I'll take 25 just to watch your life end I pray father please forgive me 'fore I sin Got these sticks of dynamite and dying to light them God don't fail me now Get thrown and you gon' get carried out To a hole where I know you won't be found Just face it it's almost over now

Don't even try to take this weapon from me I like you more and more the lesser you breathe

I've come undone I think I'll kill everyone My, what have I done? Fuck it let's kill everyone

[ Valentino ]

Falling In Reverse - Just Like You

I've felt so lonely for the longest time (uh huh) They tell me that I'm such a lovable guy (yeah, right) Could it be because I'm off my meds? Or could it be just something I said?

You don't wanna be Too close to me 'Cause you might see my broken heart

I am aware that I am an asshole I really don't care about all of that though I'm living my life The way that I want to And you can't deny That honestly I'm just like you

Angelspit Feat. KMFDM - Kill Kitty

I said I gave a shit but I lied My apron says Illuminati child

Kill kitty, kill kitty, kill Claw up to the top, hell-born animal Kill kitty, kill kitty, kill If you wanna see your pretty face on a dollar bill

You love my punishment, I love the glamour Now you're all tied up and I got a hammer My cup is full with sweet iniquity And you thought I was a lady

[ Velvette ]

Night Club - Schizophrenic

One voice says to like the pain Of being next to you The other likes to fuck my brain Tells me to run from you

So help me, help me, have you seen My mental stability? I think I need a pill to keep my sanity Don't wanna be an addict But I'm feeling so

Schizophrenic Schizophrenic Schizophrenic Schizophrenic

Girls Love Shoes - Bad Girl

She's got a twinkle in both eyes She's calculating your demise She covers up her lies with lies She's so

The pretty poison of her taste The innocence she's painted on her face She's made of latex, not of lace She's so

She's a bad girl She's a bad girl She's a bad girl She's a bad girl And that's why you want her That's why you want her

[ Vox ]

Rabbit Junk - Bits And Razors

Bits and razors cutting to the bone Bits and razors put me in the zone Bits and razors in all their toxic flavors Metaphysical, liminal, a hellraiser Wake up a different being Able to see all the things I've been missing Shift into a parallel world Where I thrive instead of just existing It's on the edge of my cognition Breaking out of this self-made prison

Explode singularity Break the cycle, break the reliving Reclaiming the energy Break the cycle, break the reliving Break the cycle, break out the bits and razors

Steve Aoki Feat. grandson and Jasiah - Kult

I got the weight of the world on my back It made me slip right through the cracks It caused a chain reaction Now I escape to a world here with you Up is down, red is blue We see through all the distraction

Maybe I should join a cult At least they'll tell me it's not my fault That the world's a fucking circus That my life feels fucking worthless Maybe I should join a cult At least they'll tell me it's not my fault When it all comes crashing down We'll see who's laughing now Now

#It’s Best To Keep Me Pleased (Answered Asks)#PLAYLIST ➽➽➽#I Feel So Alive Right Now I Feel Like A God Right Now (αℓℓ мυѕєѕ)

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Jealousy, Jealousy// Natasha Romanoff

pairing: natasha romanoff x reader

summary: your girlfriend has always been the jealous type and when you don’t listen to instructions she likes to remind you whose in charge

warnings: 18+, smut, mentions of spanking, swearing, mummy kink,

word count: 1.1k

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Your girlfriend had always been the jealous type even before the two of you began to date so it was no surprise that it only got worse once the two of you got together especially when you broke her rules.

“I have to grab Steve my love, stay here or look for Wanda if you get lonely.” Nat said, placing a gentle kiss upon your lips before she left to find the super soldier. Whilst you waited for the blonde to make an appearance you decided to get involved in the men of the team's discussion. “I don’t know Bruce, I think Hulk is a key player in the team. Yeah he can be unpredictable but he’s helpful and he deserves to be out in the world. The two of you just need to learn how to work together, Hulk hates being trapped inside of you and you hate being trapped inside of Hulk.” You said hoping the scientist would understand where you were coming from. “Well the Lady isn’t incorrect. If the two of you can’t play nicely then maybe you should play at all.” Thor joined in throwing his arm around your shoulder in support and sending you a smile. Whilst you were stuck in discussion with Thor you missed Nat’s arrival but she didn’t miss who you were speaking with.

“Steve if you don’t find a way to get Mr God of Thunder Hands off her I will kill both of you. Him for touching her and you for making me late.” This threat had Steve moving as fast as he could toward yourself and Thor. “Thor, I need you over here quickly.” Once the two were gone Nat made her way over to you and quickly decided she was going to make sure everyone knew not to look at you. “Evening darling, you look gorgeous. How come you’re over here with the boys and not with Wanda?” Nat asked with a hint of annoyance in her voice “Oh well, I couldn’t see Wanda when I got here and Tony saw me first so he grabbed me and brought me to the people I knew. I’m certain Wanda is somewhere with Vis if you want her.” You explained not noticing just how low Miss Romanoff’s hands were on your back “No my dear, I’m not interested in Wanda’s whereabouts I simply want you to myself.” With that you were pulled into a secluded corner of the party. “Do you think you're smart little girl? Flirting with the boys in an attempt to make me angry. Well it forced I’m angry, I left you for 10 minutes to get Steve and you decided to go and interact with the people I specifically told you not to, instead of Wanda. You better have a good explanation otherwise your arse is mine. Understood.” Her voice lowered as she went on “I told you, I couldn’t find Wanda.” Before you could even finish re-explaining the ex assassin was already making an excuse for your early departure and was leading you back to your shared bedroom.

“Darling, you’re going to regret not listening to my orders. When I tell you something you do it. How many times are we going to have to go over this. I thought I had already broken you into my perfect little toy. Strip now.” Not wanting to annoy your lover anymore you quickly rid yourself of everything and got into position. Face down, arse up and hands behind your back, in your head you were praying that Nat would go easy on you tonight but you knew it was unlikely. “See I knew you could listen and follow instructions. Look at you now naked and ready like the whore you are.” The blonde said as she began to tie your hands together which caused you to let out a whine. “This is your own fault if you had behaved this would have been a reward instead you’re being punished. No more of your pathetic whining. I expect you to take it like the good girl you are.” With that the blonde began to place harsh slaps across your arse each one harder than the last, by the time she was finished with your punishment you knew you wouldn’t be able to sit for a while. “Are you ready to apologise whore?” The anger in her voice meant you didn’t have a choice and the options were to apologise or have a bruised arse for longer. “Sorry mummy.” The submissive in you only wants to please the woman you love, “That’s better my love. See when you can behave you get a rewarded.”

Nat is quick to push you down onto the bed and straddle you, “Does my little whore want mummy inside of her?” She teased whilst grinding herself against your bare pussy “Please mummy.” You begged whilst letting out pathetic whimpers when your lover climbed off the bed to remove her clothes. Watching the woman strip you were mesmerised. Her beauty was enchanting and you would never tire of looking at her. “Are you ready for me, are you ready for your mummy to destroy you?” She teased as she wiped her fingers between your pussy and felt just how wet you were. “Aww, is the slut all nice and wet for her mummy’s strap, are you ready to take me like the good girl you are?” Nat quickly shoved her entire length into you, stretching you in the best way possible. The blonde was quick to grip your thighs and began a harsh pace which had both of you moaning in pleasure, “You're all mine baby! Nobody else is even allowed to look at you.” Nat stated as she continued her abuse of your pussy

“Mummy please let me cum.” You pleased needing more than what Nat was giving, “Does my little princess need to cum.” Nat teased as she began to rub your clit whilst continuing to pound into you. Your thoughts were cloudy and all you could think of was Nat and the euphoric feeling she was giving you. “Cum for me then princess, I want you to soak mummy.” Nat said as she continued her pleasure her place never faltered. Consumed by pleasure you let out a scream for your mummy as she pushed you over the edge, your cum soaking her strap as well as your bedsheets. “That’s my good girl. Don’t think this is the end darling, I know you lied to me earlier.” Nat said as she continued to fuck herself into you not giving you time to recover.

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HELL HATH NO FURY

A/n: these will be heavy. I won't go into the rape details,but if you feel uncomfortable reading this, leave this fic alone.For Asa, it will be Arkin. If you want another slasher let me know

For those who don't....enjoy your stay

Tw: toxic relationship, mention of violence (off-screen),mention of rape ( off-screen),yandere themes

The squelching sound of flesh pounding against flesh was defeaning. You could only feel that punishing pace he had set for you. You felt tears falling down your cheeks. You prayed that Asa was on his way to find you, or God help you with a quick death.

His hands were groping your body, making you feel incredibly dirty. Why? Why you? Why did he have to do that, when you were just a normal human being? Why...?

-Fuck...you are a tight slut, aren't you? Look at you, taking me so well. What would your "beloved" think? Uh, seeing you bend for me like the whore you are,yeah that's what you are, mine to use as I please-

You cried and cried and cried. It had been hours,maybe days,but who knew. It felt like an eternity. Everyday the same burning pain, the shame that accompanied this vile act. Would Asa accept you back, even after this? With that last grunts, he finished his business, re dressed and went away.

You were thirsty,hungry and hurt. You were desperate to find a way to escape. Anything to get away from that man.

You heard what seemed like a door being unlocked. No,not again, please,not again. Footsteps coming your way, light like the wind. And then....a hand. Asa, he was here, he came for you. You weeped even more, finally glad that he had come for you, that he hadn't forgotten you. His hands were moving fast, and one after one,he freed your limbs from the chain. You fell into his arms with a low whine of pain. You didn't remember much, apart from a voice shushing you, and the feeling of being moved. You were so tired.

He was furious. First he had let you get kidnapped by Arkin, and then....he....he raped you, right in front of his eyes. Cause that bastard knew he was there. That's why he had been so rough with you.He would pay, dearly for his mistake. And he was quick to knock him out with a strong sedative, shove him in a trunk, and drive away. First to leave him at the hotel,secured. Then at home.

You were unconscious,the strain put on your body and mind to much to bear. He was looking at you, at your broken body, feeling an incredible sense of shame. He should have known that your disappearance was Arkin's fault. He let himself be sidetracked and look what it brought upon him.

His hands, slowly and with care washed your limp body. From head to toe, trying to delete what had happened. His mind was a mess. He was feeling guilty. It had been his fault if this happened to you.

After washing and changing you into some clean pijamas, he brought you to your bed. It was then that you woke up. Slowly coming back, you felt...clean. As clean as you could feel. You noticed that you were in your bedroom. Then, maybe it hadn't been a dream. He really did came for you.

-A..Asa....- his hands slowly came to cup your face, moving his thumb right under your eyes, brushing your tears away. His low voice shushing you gently.

With care,he hugged your form, letting you cry it out. Not once he let go of you. He was in need of this as much as you. He almost lost you, the only one who willingly stayed with him, the only one who loved him unconditionally.

After you calmed down a bit, he made sure to make you eat and drink something. You were on the brink of starvation and dehydration.

He left you only to go cook something. And let him be damned if he didn't let his dogs on the bed with you. After thirty minutes, he was back with a tray of food for you. He didn't let go of you while you ate, and he left the dishes in the sink. They could wait.

You could tell he was tense,and with a bit of flinching and whining for the pain, you managed to turn in his arm, laying with you head on his chest. His heartbeat was soothing,and soon you let yourself fall asleep.

-Asa...thank you-

It wasn't going to lessen the punishment he was going to deal to Arkin,but it helped to quell his guilt. You were still with him, you still trusted him. And that was enough for him to sleep that night.

Tomorrow would be another day.

#slashers x male reader #slashers x gn reader #slasher community #hannibal #the collector #slashers fanfiction #slashers imagine #dark fic #tw rape

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so I was thinking about the whole hbo supernatural thing and all I could think was how it would fit in my major spn interpretation which is TRANSFEM SAM WINCHESTER!!!!

• changed her name to samantha for pure praticity

• is a lesbian, so all the romantic part is pretty similar to the canon, monsterfucking and all

• in which dean got a little confused about the distinction of gender ≠ sexuality at first like “wait but why did you become a girl if you like girls?” (he doesn’t know a lot of queer people, give him some time)

• AND SPEAKING OF DEAN! the biggest ally of all times. at first he doesn’t understand lots of stuff that seems obvious to sam (“why are you putting on a suit?” “dean we’re going to a small town, the case will be way harder if everyone is staring at me”), asks indiscrety questions (“can i ask you something?” “it depends” “you wanna chop your dick off?�� “NO YOU CANT ASK IT”) but over time he starts to get it more naturally

• despite his numerous hook-ups, dean has never spent so much time in his life in a company of a woman so even the smallest things are extraterrestrial to him (“hey whats that bowl in the microwave?” “depilatory wax” “OH CMON SAMMY I WAS GOING TO HEAT UP MY DINNER THERE”)

• of course, there would be a scene where they met some hunter friend of john who says shit about sam, misgender her etc and dean goes FERAL, fist fighting with the guy and stuff. later sam yells at dean, saying she doesn't need dean to protect her and the argument would escalate to all the times that dean treated her in a condescending way, dean yelling back that dad said it was his job to take care of her and sam yelling even louder that dad would probably dead by now (in this moment all the lamps in their room (and in the street) simply explode, but they ignore. it was probably some short circuit…. right?)

• ok lets talk about john. still the same asshole, still gave a gun to kid who was afraid of the boogeyman, still tried to summon azazel when his son was in comma in 02X01 BUT now he also has a whole series of microaggressions with sam. she’s not stupid, she know the dad she has so doesn’t come out until she’s in stanford, SO john finds out sam is trans in 01X16 when john see sam after two years wearing a skirt and holding a .45 gun. he looks at her up and down and doesn’t say anything however, suddenly stops calling sam sam and starts calling her strictly samuel.

• it got worse after s1 season finale with the whole azazel possessed john > sam had the opportunity of killing azazel/her dad > couldn’t do it > azazel escaped > the winchesters get hit by a truck. when sam questions her father about being worried about the colt while his own son is dying, john explodes with her “you know samuel this is all your fault, once again you couldn’t just man up and pull the fucking trigger, kill the thing, you had to be same old sissy and chicken off, if your brother dies its his blood in your hands”

• aaaaaanyway, lets go back to our girl :D

• her style is kinda a mess. makeup done in a hurry, most of her clothes are mid skirts, hoodies and long dresses but now and then she spends a week wearing baggy jeans and band t-shirts, like dean’s, and no makeup at all. when he asks her “where is the whole angry teen outfit?” sam would simply respond its “because of the praticity, it’s tough to fight with a vampire in a dress lol” dean knows its because sometimes sam’s internalized transphobia ft repression gets loud

• her music taste is mostly grunge, punk and some alt bands she discover in stanford but dean call all of it emo “oh fuck off sammy, i let you drive once and you already put this emo shit” “dean this is literally nirvana, you cant call everything made after the 80’s emo”

• when she came out to bobby his reaction was literally “so now you’re a girl?” “uh… yeah” “gonna change your name or something?” “now is samantha but sam is still fine” “okay, now look this sigil... (and went back to the lore they were searching)”

• sam’s catholicism being more portrained on screen and how the dilemma of being a Christian and queer filled sam with religious guilty

• her paranormal powers also showed up sooner and since the beginning she knew something was wrong. her throat felt sore every time she recited the rituale romanus and holy water made her skin itchy. the older she got, the harder those “symptoms” became and with her denial, desire to be normal combined with religious guilt, it was easier to just convince herself that all this was just god punishing her for living in sin.

• surprisingly, all the demons and angels (and most of the monsters) even being assholes treats sam with the right pronouns

• which make sam and cas fist encounter even more interesting because cas literally turns to dean and go “is this your sister, samantha winchester?” “yeah” “ABOMINATION”’

• samruby second (cause the real first was ruby killing the seven deadly sins and stuff) encounter on the other side was a little more like "why are you following me?” “because youre tall and tall women are sexy as fuck” (then sam’s brain was short circuited for a sec because her height make usually makes her dysphoric)

• between s3-s4, dean still in hell, there would be a scene of one of the first times that sam drank blood to exorcise a demon with her mind. so here they are, demon tied in a chair and trapped in a trap, sam with blood all over her chin and ruby looking at her all heart eyes. Sam tries to do the exorcism but it doesnt work so ruby says sam needs more blood. Sam responds that shes nauseous and if takes any more shes gonna puke (cause you know voluntary vampirism came too natural in canon and that disturbs me) so the demon, who's wearing a cheerleader as a vessel, laughs and says "you know sammy, for real women blood tends to be a natural thing". ruby kills her on the spot.

• speaking of the catholicism (and the blood drinking) again, sam prays every single time before/after drinking demon blood, ruby mocks her for it but she doesnt care. its a weird feeling because even thinking that what shes doing is right, that she needs to get strong to kill lilith, it still feels bad, unholy in some sense.

• of course lucifer tempted her in s5 not only appearing as jess but also saying things like "why samantha, after all, are you willing to sacrifice yourself for a society that treats you like scum, that looks at you like a freak?"

• no need to say that in 05x04 "The End" episode when dean faces lucifer using sam as his vessel, she's wearing an outfit way cooler than that abbey-road-john-lennon-white-suit (to know what i mean search amanda seyfried 2018 met gala look THATS WHAT IM TALKING ABOUT!!!!!)

• even after being clean of blood drinking, sam still has some of her paranormal powers. she can't do exorcises with her mind anymore but she can move small objects with telekinesis (she doesn't do it in front of dean cause she knows it would scares the fuck out of him)

i also had a list of some episodes rewritten in this au but this list is already long, guess i'll post later

#daaaaaaamn i have so many feelings about this #hbo supernatural #trans sam winchester #supernatural #samruby #transfem sam #lesbian sam winchester #kripke era #yeah im projecting #headcanon #mine

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I never thought I would make it.

“Congratulations cadets, you are officially deemed a soldier, welcome to the scouting regiment,”

It’s hard to believe im even still alive.

You stood in the crowd of your now newly named comrades, your fist over your heart as it pounded in and out of your chest. Realization overcoming you as you looked around the crowd. “Seven..no eight..” You mumbled, counting the peoples heads. One in particular stuck out to you. “Oh, the quiet girl who’s always with Eren?” You questioned yourself, as an answer popped into your head about her cause of joining, “Probably for him..”

It had been days since your promotion from cadet to soldier.

The people all around the lunch room talking and chatted as you sat at the table with Eren, Armin and Mikasa. Jean sat next to you with Sasha and Connie across the table, right beside Mikasa. “That wasn’t fair! The captain doesn’t understand how hard i’m trying to master my titan ability!” The emerald eyed teen whined, hiding his face in her elbow in stress. “I’d say not to worry about it Eren,” Mikasa suggested in response as she sipped her soup.

“Yeah, Mikasa’s right!” Artlert exclaimed, “There's no way he’ll punish you for that incident earlier, it was after all an accident!” He shrugged, reassuring Eren.

“I just hope he doesn’t tell section commander Hange to help me with it.. They’re nuts,”

“Keep in mind you don’t need to master it, just gain control,” You blattered out, overhearing their conversation. The black haired girl with the red scarf looked towards you, her eyes narrowed in a stren confusion. “A-ah..er.. Sorry I didn’t mean to intrude in your conversation..” You blushed as she looked at you, your eyes quickly moving away, hiding the rose that came upon your face. “Your fine,” She said, looking away from you. “That’s okay y/n! Thanks for the advi-”

“THATS IT!” Eren suddenly yelled, pounding the table with his fist. “You’re right y/n! I just need to have control!” The brown haired boy realized with a smile on his face. “Thanks!”

“O-oh uhm no problem!” You said in his response.

The girl still had her eyes on you, almost as if she was watching you closely, observing you. Even during training, Mikasa’s eyes always fell right onto you. It was as if she was watching a child.

“AGH! ANNIE OKAY!” You yelled in hailt for your fighting trainer to stop. The dirt flew in your eyes as you crashed to the ground, your body in a sharp pain. You tried clearing the dirt in your eyes as you were kicked in the side. “AH! I SAID STOP GODDAMNIT!” You backed up, wiping your eyes. “That hurt like a bitch..” You grumbed, the side of your stomach in pain. “Its not my fault your skills in hand-to-hand combat are awful,” The blonde said, staring at you below her. “You think you could go a bit slower next time?! This is training where we help each other improve, not kick each other's asses!”

“Hey,” A familiar voice called out, steps getting closer. “That was uncalled for, Leonhart,”

“Hm?” The blonde looked behind you, The voice coming closer, “And so what if it wasn’t?” Annie said, her arms crossed at her chest. You felt an intensity gain in the atmosphere. The air was so thick you could cut it with a knife. Mikasa, still glaring Annie down, crouched at you side, “Are you alright Y/n?” The females voice questioned. You wiped your eyes with your shirt, water coming out as well as the sand that had been in your eyes. “Here,” Mikasa handed a tissue to you as you wiped with that instead. She stood up, glaring the blonde down, predator on pray. “You need to be more gente, keep in mind what would happen if you got caught by Captian hurting someone,”

Annie scoffed and brushed the hair out of her face, “Yeah, you’re right, but this is training, I can be as hard as I want on Y/n, after all, we’re soldiers remember?”

“Yeah, I remember, and you sure as hell don’t look like one,” Mikasa replied, leaving the blonde’s face more aggravated. A crowd suddenly formed behind them, “Oh shit are they about to fight?” Connie said, looking at the both of them and how their eyes locked sternly onto each other “No way! I’ve gotta see!” Sasha looked up from her plastic knife. Woah..wait.. Your mind wondered, are they seriously about to do this? Right now? Here? Mikasa’s the most calm and collected person I know.. And here she is, about to fight Annie.

“If you’re looking for a fight all because Y/n here is too weak, then bring it,” Leonhart smirked, holding out her hands in a steady punching position. “I’m always ready for anything,”

And with that Mikasa walked over to Annie, looking down at the girl. “Go ahead, hit me and see what happens,”

“Oh god…” Eren mumbled to himself, “why right now..”

“Mikasa! I don’t think this is a good idea!” Armin shouted at her.

“No, it’s a great one,” Mikasa looked over her shoulder at him, his face cautious, “Let’s see what you’ve got, Annie,”

You were frozen in position, too much in shock to get up. Why is she fighting over me? I mean nothing to her? Don’t I..?

“Try me, you bitch,”

“Brats break it up!” The captain yelled from across the yard, heading over to Mikasa and Annie. Levi pushed them apart from each other, scolding them, “Your lucky I don’t have much trouble with the both of you then I have with Kirsten and Jaeger,” His face in annoyance as he spoke. “Back to training you idiots, and I better not see it again,”

It seemed as though the days of being a newly graduated soldier were over as you soared through the sky. Enemies surrounded all around you as you drew your blade slicing the Jaw titan. Mikasa at your side as she helped take him down. Eren had became a monster, sneaking off to a forgien country and killing thousands of innocent civilians. It was all so new to the survey corps, and taking lives was something you didn't necessarily have a liking for.

All the screaming and yelling as the battle continued. You sprung your ODM gear onto the top of a building with terrified residents inside, their screams coming from the open window. You looked down as ash filled the air along with smoke. All around you laid bodies of people who no longer existed, their deceased corpses laid under rubble, some torn in half, some crushed. Wetness fell down your face like rain as you realized the situation before you.

“Y/N! KEEP MOVING!” Your girlfriend said as her black hair moved in the wind, her hand slightly touching your shoulder as she moved swiftly past you, her blades drawn and swinging at the Warhammer titan. Wiping your tears as you got a move on, avoiding the chaos to get a better look.

“But,” You studdered out, “what about the childre-”

A corpse of a little boy, no older than 8 laid beneath you, his head crushed open, a arm band on his shoul. “Why…”

“TONIGHT WE HONOR OUR SEVEN FALLEN COMRADES BY CELEBRATING ANOTHER STEP CLOSER TO ELDIAS VICTORY!” The soldiers all roared as Foster cheered them on.

“Is that everyone?” Jean called out after helping you on the aircraft, his hand in your pulling you up. “I think so!” You called back to him from above. Connie yanked you in the airship, fully getting inside as you rolled on the floor. “Geez con, mind being a bit more careful? Since where’d you get all that strength from?” Groaning out, you complained.

“Too much strength for a bald man anyways,” Sasha Joked around as Connie punched her in the arm, letting out a laugh. “Thanks you guys,” You softly smiled, “I really needed that,”

“Mission been hard for ya?” The bearded man questioned. “Yeah, really hard,”

“We wouldn’t even be here if it wasn’t for that bozo looking guy in the back with Captain, Armin and Mikasa,” The brunette female said in annoyance, rolling her eyes as she fixed her gear, adjusting it. “I know right,” Jean commented, “We wouldn't be here if it wasn't for him,”

“I’m just glad I still have you two,” The guy with barely any hair said, hugging Jean and Sasha. “You guys are important to me,”

He glanced up at you who was removing your heavy gear from your side, “And you too y/n,”

“Well thank you for making me feel included,” You joked around. Standing up as you lower the bottom of your shirt, “Welp, Imma go see where Eren is and try and get some sympathy for the innocent lives he killed out of him,”

“I doubt the suicidal maniac will have any to spare,” Jean rolled his eyes as a you smiled at his stupid remark. “Hopefully over dinner we can all talk and catch up while they're interrogating Eren ,”

“I Hope we’re having meat tonight!” The snack loving girl exclaimed, a glare of joy and hope in her eyes. “Me too we haven't had any in ages,” You crossed your arms. Jean gave you a soft smile before saying, “Later Y/n,”

“Alrighty,” You said, closing the door behind you as you stepped into the room where he was being held. Your girlfriend, Mikasa gave you a glance and a smile, love in her eyes as you responded by doing the same. Clearing your throat before looking away as the blush rose upon your faec you placed your eyes on Eren.

You stood next to Mikasa and Armin looking at the boy who you knew, but it was apparent to all of you that you no longer did. “I see the whole gang is here,” Zeke said, trying to kid around with his brother. “Shut up,” Captain spoke at the blonde with glasses, his legs steaming as well as Eren’s. Both of their hands were tied behind their back, Eren looked numbly to the floor, no expression to appear besides coldness. “You did put on a show Levi cutting off my limbs like that,”

“I’m glad I still, a shitbag like you doesn't deserve them,”

Levi glared down at the man, anger in his tone as he harshly spoke to him. “Eren,” You stated his name as Jaeger looked up at you, “Why did you decide to do this?” The brunette looked to the side, his once glowing emerald eyes now stone cold. “...” No words came out of his mouth, his expression not changing either. “Did you do this in a rage like you always do?”

So many unanswered questions roamed your head, dying for an answer. “We haven't seen you in months!” You shouted, getting angry with him. “And then you send us letters, demanding us to help you with this-!”

“I never begged you to do this y/n,” Eren finally spoke, his head still hanging low. “You basically did! You knew we would come, and you knew Mikasa would as well, and the rest of us!” Your lips spat at him in ignorance and frustration.

“You did all this for what use? What was the outcome of this besides getting Zeke!?”

Yet again no words. You sighed as you mumbled an “by the walls,” In frustration. “God this is no use is it?” your fingers pinching the bridge of your nose.

“Is this all a part of your revenge on the Marleyans?! On Annie Bertoldt and Reiner?!”

“Yes it is,” His hair hung in his face, messy and greasy locks tangled together. He looked like he was in terrible condition, malnourished and unhygienic.

“...wow, I can’t believe you.. Innocent kids over people who wronged you, Is death all you talk about?”

He nodded his head, glaring into your eyes as you paused, then looked at your feet. Mikasa grabbed your hand, holding it. “Thats enough y/n, he isn’t going to cooperate anyways,” She said in a calm manner, trying to avoid any argumenments.

“I doubt any-”

The sound of the heavy metal door coming open stopped you dead in your sentence, Jean came into the room along with 2 kids you had never seen before. His hand on their shoulders as the kids arms were tied together with rope.

“Jean?” Mikasa said, looking at him with a confused expression on her face. “Who are these brats?” The captain asked, annoyance in his voice.

“These kid’s snuck on board using Lobvo’s gear,” He explained.

“And this one,” Jean pointed to the brown haired girl, “Shot Sasha,”

A flame of shock came over you all as you looked at each other, Armin and Mikasa rushed out the room, tears building up in their eyes. You followed along with them as you whipped open the door.

“SASHA!” Mikasa said, running over to the injured woman and crouching to the ground. Armin went next to her side, Shaking her barely conscious body. “Are we...eating yet…..?” She whispered, a croak in her voice.

“SASHA PLEASE STAY WITH US!” Armin yelled, cupping her cheek and sobbing. All you could do was stand there, shock upon your face and your mouth agape.

“Why are you guys…..being...so...loud..”

Tears and sniffles along with screams of plea flooded the room, just as how it was outside. You put your hand over your mouth, slowly backing away as you cried to yourself. Backing against the wall and tears streaming down your face as you curled yourself into a ball.

“When will this ever end?”

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blouisparadise · 3 years

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Upon request, here is a rec list of bottom Louis fics where Louis cries during sex. If you enjoy our rec lists, please take the time to like this post and especially to reblog it to help spread the word. Happy reading!

1) I Could Be Your China Doll | Explicit | 2138 words

"This is my punishment for you, my slut." Harry kisses Louis' inner thighs and Louis shivers at his boyfriend's touch. Harry moves out of the bed again but Louis can hear shuffling and he knows that Harry is getting something not so good. The noise stops as the footsteps of the older guy suddenly become too loud for his ears.

2) Lips Are Like The Galaxy’s Edge | Mature | 2360 words

Harry licks over Louis’ hole slowly, deliberately, and his tongue is like velvet and Louis’ skin is burning at every junction where Harry touches him and it’s all so good he thinks he might cry. He licks a few more times, moaning softly like he’s relishing the taste of Louis and that’s just, well, fuck.

3) Louder Louder | Explicit | 2931 words

There's really only one way to get Louis out of a mood this terrible, and Harry is prepared to sacrifice his entire evening if necessary.

4) Heaven In These Sheets | Explicit | 3557 words

Bunny Hybrid Louis has it out for his boyfriend’s phone.

5) As Clean As A Sinner Can Be | Not Rated | 3394 words

If you asked Harry, he would tell you it’s not his fault they were in this predicament. It’s not his fault that his hair is getting too long (it is, he’s too lazy and too stubborn to let Lou cut it). It’s not his fault that because said hair is too long he had to find some way of keeping it out of his eyes (gelling it back wasn’t his style and snapbacks more times than not bugged him). It’s not his fault that Zayn had ripped his shirt sleeve off of his favourite button down shirt and he couldn’t part with it (plus he had far too much time on his hands in between shows) so he fashioned a headband, or as others would call it a head scarf, and found that it really helped keep the hair out of his eyes. Nor is he at fault for the fact that he looked like a sex god every time he wore the damn thing and really it was all his fault at how turned on it made Louis.

6) When I Hear Your Cries, Praying For Life. (I Will Be There) | Explicit | 5623 words

Well, I figured we needed Larry birthday sex, soooo.....

7) Singing Your Praises | Explicit | 6226 words

Prompt 86: Louis rides Harry while wearing his packer’s jersey/sweater and gets his ass ate.

8) Sugar, With Just The Right Amount Of Spice. | Explicit | 6314 words

Harry’s old fashioned when it comes to sex, he loves being face to face with his partner, watching their reactions to everything Harry gives them. He never does anything else then fuck in missionary position. Louis loves his sex life with Harry - but he’s getting a bit bored with doing the same position, all he really wants is for Harry to be rough with him, take control and dominate him for once.

9) Give It Up To Me | Explicit | 8134 words

"You're going to end up making me come with all the boys in our lounge," he finished, his tone softening the longer he spoke.

"And?" Harry murmured, placing his palm over the crevice of Louis' arse, keeping the plug nice and tight inside of him. "What if I wanted you to?"

10) Making A Splash | Explicit | 9557 words

“You want this?” Harry muses, fisting his cock as he drags his hand lazily up his thick length. Louis eyes the motion and nods his head absentmindedly. “You want to show everyone at this beach how much of a slut you are for Daddy’s cock?”

“M‘your slut,” Louis immediately replies, inching closer, inching closer with his eyes glued on Harry’s glistening cock, precome shining under the sun as it dribbles out his slit.

Harry grins widely and stops the movement of his hand to grip himself at the base again, pushing Louis’ head down. “Show everyone how much of a slut you are.”

11) Place Your Head On My Beating Heart | Explicit | 10860 words

The AU where porn sensation Harry Styles takes his newbie to his place and gets him to come untouched twice before even fingering him and they may or may not fall in love at some point between second and third orgasms.

12) Know You Got That Thing (That I Like) | Explicit | 15798 words

In all the ways he thought about their reunion going, watching Louis finger himself open was not on the list.

13) Baby, Let Me Love You Goodbye | Explicit | 20249 words

Louis almost calls Harry daddy. Cue denial, feelings, and way too much dirty talk.

14) Middle Ground | Explicit | 23561 words

Note: This fic is locked and can only be read by AO3 users.

Harry moves to a new town for work where he meets the enigma that is Louis Tomlinson.

15) Give So Much (Not Enough) | Explicit | 24610 words

“For my little lion,” Louis slid the smoothie bowl in front of Oscar, letting him dig in with his little hands. “And for daddy.”

He didn’t process the bowl in front of him, the push across the table causing a raspberry to roll off and fall on his lap, because Louis calling himself mummy may make him feel all sorts of mushy emotions, but Louis addressing Harry as daddy was suddenly having a very different effect on him. Since when did Louis saying daddy out loud render him speechless?

“Daddy’s still sleepy, but we’re up bright and early right Ossie?” Louis’ cooing shook him out of his daze. The man coughed, picking the raspberry off his lap and swallowing it with unintentional, and very unnecessary, eye contact with Louis. “Well, is it better than your protein smoothies and why?”

Harry chuckled, spooning another heap of the strawberry banana goodness into his mouth, “Way better sweetheart.”

16) Put In Them Hours | Explicit | 25009 words

Note: This fic is locked and can only be read by AO3 users.

AU where Louis makes the poor decision of hiring an unfairly attractive assistant. Inspired by Rachel and Tag from Friends.

17) Honey, Make This Easy | Explicit | 25483 words

Note: This fic is locked and can only be read by AO3 users.

AU; Harry’s sister recently passed away, leaving him with temporary custody of her daughter. Needing help, he hires Louis as a nanny and the boy turns out to be help in more ways than he expected.

18) What's Mine Is Yours To Make Your Own | Explicit | 39919 words | Sequel

Sometimes, the closest Harry ever feels to home is Louis. It's their shared hotel rooms on tour, their shoes toed off in the doorway next to each other, jackets hung on the same post.

19) Worth Dying For | Explicit | 44906 words

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” Louis says, leaning back in his chair and crossing his arms over his chest. In the center of the table, a set of three glossy photos stares up at him, mocking him.

“A security detail is non-negotiable, Louis, you know this,” his mum reminds him, tapping the middle photo with two fingers.

Louis doesn’t look back down at the pictures, gesturing towards them wildly, over-dramatically. “This is not a security detail!” he protests. “This is a lanky college student. In what world do you hire someone like this kid to protect me?”

20) No Easy Choice, But You’re Mine | Explicit | 45601 words

Louis is an omega hitman with one last job that goes a little sideways. Harry is the alpha bartender that looks a little too closely and cares a little too much.

21) Sedative Duty. | Explicit | 46588 words

Pop-star of the moment Louis Tomlinson is on his third-world tour. He decides to hire renowned professional dominant Harry Styles to unwind while on the road. In an effort not to raise suspicion by the crew, fans, and press, Harry pretends to be his bodyguard. He ends up being far more than that.It's everything he doesn't notice until it's been taken away from him.

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edenmemes · 4 years

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❝ somebody else came through earlier. you should have seen the look on my face when it wasn’t you! ❞ ❝ let’s forgive each other and forget, go back to how things used to be? ❞ ❝ right now i wouldn’t talk to me if i were you. ❞ ❝ i’ll have to pick up the pieces somehow, and figure out how to get on with my existence. ❞ ❝ we have caused such violence in the intervening time, that we must take this as a real victory. ❞ ❝ i’ll wait for you however long it takes. ❞ ❝ i’m sorry. but this is something i have to do. you wouldn’t understand. ❞ ❝ the only one responsible for all of this is you. and i thought even you would have understood that by now. ❞ ❝ i don’t like it when you’re quiet for too long, what’s on your mind? ❞ ❝ what is it with you gods talking behind the backs of all your friends? ❞ ❝ the world you seek out there...it’s even crueler than the one you know. ❞ ❝ look, i don’t hold grudges, you know that. ❞ ❝ i’m worried you’re going to burn yourself out if you keep pushing yourself past your limits. ❞ ❝ your lapse in judgement here is not so easy to forgive, yet easily punished. ❞ ❝ i didn’t mean to lose my temper with you. ❞ ❝ the fates are pretty mean to keep on doing this to you. ❞ ❝ i hardly think this is the time or place to indulge your overwrought imagination. ❞ ❝ for our sparring practice, there's no teacher than the real thing. ❞ ❝ they say a lot of things about me; and they’ll tell you, ample caution is in order. ❞ ❝ either your limitless power has considerably waned, are you are up to something. ❞ ❝ i risked everything by helping you out there. ❞ ❝ my voice is nothing but the crunch of gravel underfoot compared to yours, which soars as though on wings. ❞ ❝ to doubt is an important instinct. without it, we could not conceive of better circumstances than the ones we know. ❞ ❝ let’s not set a bad example for the family. we’re better than all that, they’ve many bad examples as it is. ❞ ❝ you are persuasive like your mother, and determined like your father. ❞ ❝ if you think for an instant that i shall go easier on you, you’ll soon learn otherwise. ❞ ❝ is clinging to a memory what keeps the soul from fading? ❞ ❝ don’t know what it is about you, but i feel like i can be me with you, you know? ❞ ❝ war, much like the heavens and the sea, can be considered as a force of nature. ❞ ❝ if you know that you could only see me for but a moment’s time...would you still make the journey for me? ❞ ❝ i, too, wish for a lot of things. unfortunately there’s no unraveling the fates’ patterns. ❞ ❝ i left when it was necessary. i thought of you and hoped you’d understand. ❞ ❝ all of which you think you have achieved was merely handed to you. ❞ ❝ the past me, it’s as though...it wasn’t even me. this is me, now. ❞ ❝ in war, one must take sides, and you had best choose mine. ❞ ❝ i do not act by whim or by mistake. ❞ ❝ i just don’t understand. why keep on being nice to me, like this? ❞ ❝ you’re so much more than what you said. i wish you could see that. ❞ ❝ it’s really nice, sometimes...knowing somebody really cares about me. ❞ ❝ my father? he’d not a one redeeming quality. ❞ ❝ we can learn from our mistakes or we can keep repeating them. ❞ ❝ there’s nothing you can do to hurt me. ❞ ❝ soon doubtless it’ll be your portrait hanging on that wall back there. ❞ ❝ just don’t go starting any wars you don’t intend to finish. ❞ ❝ you do something for me, in the meantime: don’t give in to what you’re feeling now. ❞ ❝ it is not often i attempt to kill someone and they survive. bravo! ❞ ❝ why does the soul remain, after the body bleeds, and dies, and turns to ash? ❞ ❝ all gods and goddesses are to be feared. ❞ ❝ what more could i have even done? could i have swayed you, in any other way? ❞ ❝ i tried, with all my might, with all my heart, you must know that, and still, it never was enough. ❞ ❝ i’m pleased to see your father’s stubbornness is manifest in you as such determination. ❞ ❝ i’m really starting to hate you. you know that? ❞ ❝ know that i am grateful for the outcome. even if i fail to act like it ❞ ❝ i’m with you every step. then i will probably ignore you like the rest. just warning you ahead of time. ❞ ❝ i only wish we met sooner, though i’m grateful to have met you at all. ❞ ❝ you work too hard. live a little. ❞ ❝ i warn you: i shall hold nothing back. ❞ ❝ that’s something very private that you’re asking... ❞ ❝ use caution with the tone you take with me. ❞ ❝ if you have any sense remaining in that head of yours, i caution you not to discuss this here and now. ❞ ❝ you saw something in me i never knew was there. in turn, with you, i felt....calm. whole. ❞ ❝ i only know that i was filled with rage. ❞ ❝ the fates decided this for us, i guess, and so...who are we to complain? ❞ ❝ i pray the fates not ruin all your dreams as they did mine. ❞ ❝ what’s the worst that could happen? ❞ ❝ they left their mark upon the world. shall you? ❞ ❝ your mockery of me may temporarily embolden you, but achieves nothing useful in the end. ❞ ❝ what exactly is it that makes you feel entitled to show me such disrespect? ❞ ❝ i’ve got to admit, you are really frustrating, you know? ❞ ❝ i seem to have this whole ‘easy-to-underestimate’ thing about me. ❞ ❝ you seem a little quieter than usual. dare i even say a little somber and remorseful, for some reason? ❞ ❝ it’s because i like you. in case you still have some misgivings about that. ❞ ❝ keep following that heart of yours. it’s good enough a guide, believe me. ❞ ❝ you always seem in good spirits, though. ❞ ❝ i cannot change the past. and there is only so much i can do about the future. ❞ ❝ a loving heart is a forgiving heart. ❞ ❝ just in case it hasn’t been made clear as crystal lately, let me tell you: when presented with the opportunity, don’t ever reject me. ❞ ❝ you know, i got to say i had a few concerns when we first met, your father being who he is and all. ❞ ❝ i like it when my prey bites back. ❞ ❝ my attempts at making peace are going to be rather subtle for your tastes. ❞ ❝ you'd best not take for granted my affection yes, i’ve lots of it to go around; but i can just as easily rescind such privileges. ❞ ❝ don't be messing with my feelings. my loyalty's hard-won and quickly lost. ❞ ❝ the truth is i’m a lover, not a fighter. ❞ ❝ if i may say? you’re a hell of a guy. ❞ ❝ you truly take me to the best of places. ❞ ❝ death shall come. either to your enemies, or you. ❞ ❝ a mortal’s life is short, and fraught with pain; is that truly the life you yearn for? ❞ ❝ you think you are superior to me? you are a fool. ❞ ❝ even i have doubts, from time to time. ❞ ❝ i wasn’t expecting to make any new friends here anytime soon. ❞ ❝ i grow angry merely thinking of your situation. ❞ ❝ i wanted to apologize for when i pried about your past. ❞ ❝ nobody gets out of here, whether alive or dead. you think i jest? you think i haven’t tried? ❞ ❝ they got me, finally, of course. but not before i broke them first. ❞ ❝ you are immortal, but in a manner, you can die. ❞ ❝ you have a lot of nerve --- but little else. ❞ ❝ oh, you look terrible, if i may say. ❞ ❝ you’re either naive or you’re much too kind, or both. ❞ ❝ despite whatever difficulties you’ve encountered, again and again, you have never yielded. ❞ ❝ though, that war? don’t ask me about it again. all right? ❞ ❝ you may not make your father very proud, but it is just the opposite with me. ❞ ❝ even i’m beginning to fear you, i think. seems i don’t know you as well as i thought. ❞ ❝ you have a worried look about you. spare me your thoughts? ❞ ❝ names are there to be forgotten. ❞ ❝ it’s not your fault. you couldn’t have known. ❞ ❝ i know it’s not been easy for you. ❞ ❝ you honor me...i have done nothing to deserve this. ❞ ❝ oh, how i hate to fight with you like this! ❞ ❝ follow your heart? that’s odd advice, especially from you. ❞ ❝ the fear of death keeps mortals well in check. you’d best learn to fear something yourself. ❞ ❝ you are going to get me in a heap of trouble before all is said and done. ❞ ❝ i'll hear no more such wicked lies, half-truths, or quarter-truths. ❞ ❝ well, if you won’t say it, i’ll say it. good-bye. ❞ ❝ i know of no one, nothing stronger, other than the love we share. ❞ ❝ i’ve some memories i’m not quite ready to give up on, yet. ❞ ❝ you seem less warlike than the rest. ❞ ❝ can’t always trust what feelings say. ❞ ❝ my temper i shall keep in check, but only barely so. ❞ ❝ i am unmade, unwhole, here in this place, alone. ❞ ❝ my past is not really worth mentioning. ❞ ❝ you may not really need me, but i will take these opportunities to help. ❞ ❝ you sound a little tongue-tied. just like you always used to around me. ❞ ❝ you should be ashamed of yourself, and learn your place. ❞ ❝ this look like a shoulder to cry on to you? ❞ ❝ ...you know who you sound like right now, don’t you? i can’t believe this. ❞ ❝ i think, deep down, you are still that inexperienced little godling that you used to be. ❞ ❝ i always had doubts the gods were listening. that they could even hear. ❞ ❝ i was just checking up on you, just...let me know if you wanted to talk, for any reason. ❞ ❝ if there’s one thing i know, it’s that the three fates always get their way. ❞ ❝ hey, you’re not alone. you’re not alone, ok? ❞ ❝ you're not exactly easy to approach, you know. ❞ ❝ i grieve for you, my friend. ❞ ❝ are you lecturing me about healthy relationships with family? your family is the most broken and corrupted in the history of the entire concept. ❞ ❝ you think you can just walk away from me? ❞ ❝ how about it, then? care for a drink, with me? ❞ ❝ you are entirely too young to have had meaningful experience with loss. ❞ ❝ something the matter, there? or have you come to torment me some more with idle chat? ❞ ❝ you will find me waiting for you once you get here. every single time. ❞ ❝ men worship ares willingly; they are so much like him. ❞ ❝ while love’s the force that brought me and countless other’s low in life, it also brought me and countless others strength. ❞ ❝ others shall always doubt me. you may doubt me. ❞ ❝ beware the narrow distance between hastiness and swiftness. ❞ ❝ a crashing wave or thundering tempest are nothing to a broken heart. ❞ ❝ think back on when you started all of this. you now know so much more. are capable of so much more. ❞ ❝ as ever, you think only of yourself. ❞ ❝ this is where you belong. you feel out of place? where would you even go? your place is here. ❞ ❝ your path is yours to shape as you see fit, regardless of the fates’ design. ❞ ❝ you’re no god! you’re nothing but a piece of trash, born into all of this. ❞ ❝ you seem to have me all figured out. and here i thought we were still getting to know each other. ❞ ❝ are there truly no depths to which you would not stoop? ❞ ❝ leave me be, and don’t think you’re going to be so lucky next time we meet out there. ❞ ❝ you have the tendency to ask too many questions. ❞ ❝ i smell the blood on you. you are severely wounded. ❞ ❝ don’t be messing with my feelings there. my trust is hard-won and quickly lost. ❞ ❝ if you wish to test the fine relationship we’ve built, why then, i can confirm you’re testing it, all right. ❞ ❝ don’t ever take me for some thoughtless nymph to be manipulated. ❞ ❝ don’t get on my father’s bad side like that and you’re going to be fine. ❞ ❝ how’s your endless toil treating you? ❞ ❝ i’d never trade my bow for all that pomp and armor. but, to each their own. ❞ ❝ let me see you now for what you truly are. ❞ ❝ was i deceived, in thinking this of you, of us? ❞ ❝ i get what i want around here. ❞ ❝ don’t you understand i’m trying to fix the problems you caused? ❞ ❝ the gods are on my side, not yours. ❞ ❝ don’t you dare look at me like that. ❞ ❝ life isn’t particularly fair. i’d have expected you to know as much. ❞ ❝ i’m leaving. try and stop me. ❞ ❝ you have no concept of which impulses to act upon, and which to keep in check. ❞ ❝ when i inevitably, inadvertently trample all over your feelings at some point, please tell me, all right? ❞ ❝ you don’t even know who i am. who i was. ❞ ❝ won’t you come back to me? when you are able, please. come back. i shall be waiting here, however long it takes. ❞ ❝ never met a god that bleeds like you. red. like a worthless mortal. ❞ ❝ i got to hanf it to you. you don’t back down. you don’t ever back down. ❞ ❝ i’ve a tip for you: don’t be slow! ❞ ❝ you can’t escape your problems. you have no choice but to confront them, and work through it, sooner or later, one way or another. ❞ ❝ i knew you had a more sinister trick at play, because your fighting style certainly is of no concern just on its own. ❞ ❝ i...feel awful. i...i have to go. ❞ ❝ once people set their minds to certain things, it can be difficult to show them other possibilites exist. ❞ ❝ there’s something that i’ve wished to tell you: there’s no shame in your upbringing. ❞ ❝ i have known too many far too proud to accept help, even when it was sorely needed. ❞ ❝ may you yet come to your senses. ❞ ❝ i have virtually done everything within my powers to prevent this. all of it...for nothing. ❞ ❝ you can’t be serious. you’re going to pretend as though it never happened? ❞ ❝ seems i’m left to thanking myself, since you’re too proud to do it. ❞ ❝ fight like i’d fight out there. ❞ ❝ what have i done to deserve such scorn? ❞ ❝ you left, without so much as telling me good-bye. ❞ ❝ you’ve such weak blood, and such a temperament... ❞ ❝ i am very, very sure i haven’t murdered anyone. ❞ ❝ i am truly blessed simply to have made your acquantince. ❞ ❝ you wish to take advantage of my pity? ❞ ❝ it comforts me to see how far you’ve come. ❞ ❝ i’ve always wanted to kill a god. you’ll have to do. ❞ ❝ you don’t have to give me something in return, it was a gift! ❞ ❝ you know i’d take you if i could. ❞ ❝ you shut your mouth right now, with that. ❞ ❝ it’s never been an easy time for me. ❞ ❝ why do you think i keep on showing up? ❞ ❝ who might you be, wandering all the way out here? you’re trespassing on private property, you know. ❞ ❝ i’d rather have you as a friiend than as a foe. ❞ ❝ really, you’re kicking me out? why? ❞ ❝ you’re funny, but you’ll break. they always do. ❞ ❝ you must think that i abandoned you. you think i had a choice?❞ ❝ you’re stuck with me forever. remember that. ❞ ❝ you know these heroes by their deeds, not by their character. ❞ ❝ some would question the destruction which you sow, but i shall never do so. i fully understand your impulses. ❞ ❝ you’re quite effective at locating me, but not so good at leaving me in peace. ❞ ❝ you don’t need me & i don’t need you. ❞ ❝ you lived through all that? ❞ ❝ my heart soars, knowing you live. then it breaks, that our time together was so brief. ❞ ❝ you’ve only me. and i have only you. ❞ ❝ sulk in your chambers all you like, for i care not. ❞ ❝ where did you go...? what did you do...? ❞ ❝ monster! you have no bearing, grace or courage! ❞ ❝ you’re beneath the notice of the gods. i have earned their favor. ❞ ❝ your youth provides you with a certain mindless strength. ❞ ❝ wait. i don’t think i owe you any favors, here. ❞ ❝ you appear to have grown stronger since when last we interacted. ❞ ❝ please...it was never my wish to hurt you. ❞ ❝ death is your only family. ❞ ❝ i too was born of darkness, but i chose the path of light. ❞ ❝ don’t know how come everybody doesn’t sing. lightens the mood, passes the time. what’s not to like? ❞ ❝ you come from the bowels of hell. this is not your place. ❞ ❝ heroes? mere mortals, same as all the rest. ❞ ❝ offend me, and i’ll drain the last traces of colour from your cheeks. ❞ ❝ punishment is not the path to rehabilitation. ❞ ❝ you’re nothing like your father. i mean that as a compliment. ❞ ❝ i just hope that their intentions are as pure as they appear. ❞ ❝ don’t be sad, pretty much everybody dies sometime. ❞ ❝ i’ve done some things that maybe aren’t great. ❞ ❝ actions beat intentions. ❞ ❝ look! i’m grinning ear to ear! ❞ ❝ my fits of anger come and go just like the tides. ❞ ❝ you know, i’d rather have my eyes put out, but thanks for offering! ❞ ❝ you will need to face your fears someday. ❞ ❝ true wisdom only comes with age. ❞ ❝ something has stirred within your heart. i can always tell. ❞ ❝ or...wait...what is this, did you just ask me out? ❞ ❝ i’m getting awful sick of seeing your smug face, time, after time, after time. ❞ ❝ your humility is matched only by your perseverance in the face of adversity. ❞ ❝ your stubborness shall only bring you pain. ❞ ❝ sometimes, our hearts become so full that they could burst. if only you could see how much i care. ❞ ❝ let’s see if you’re as skillful as you think. ❞ ❝ wait, you’re not serious. that famous sense of humor shining through. ❞ ❝ i’m surrounded by my family, but i always feel alone. ❞ ❝ i shall make myself quite clear in one respect: i fear i have a lack of patience for discussion. ❞ ❝ thought i might find you all the way out here. although, quite frankly, i’m surprised you’re still alive. ❞ ❝ absolute silence is my general preference. it may not be yours. ❞ ❝ i just like to see you menacingly smile. ❞ ❝ don’t tell anyone about this, understand? ❞ ❝ i told you i don’t need your help. ❞ ❝ you’re much too modest for someone with such a number of heroic deeds to their name. ❞ ❝ if anybody asks, we’re even. ❞ ❝ we had a lovely time getting to know each other. we laughed, we cried! ❞ ❝ what’s the matter, you gone soft or something? ❞ ❝ be sure to add those to the list of words you’ll eat someday. ❞ ❝ you know i’d do just about anything to aid you. ❞ ❝ you again. i told you to stay clear of me. ❞ ❝ in spite of all your efforts, it is probably the case that you still have a long and painful road ahead. ❞ ❝ you’ve always cared for me. i can’t ever repay you for that. ❞ ❝ i just thought i’d say, that was well fought back there. ❞ ❝ hush, it’s the god of trash, come once again to filthy up this place. ❞ ❝ changed your mind yet, or looking for more pain and suffering? ❞ ❝ maybe get some sleep or something? you look pretty beat. ❞ ❝ look, i’ve got a reputation to uphold. ❞ ❝ your father’s quite the big shot around here, but that means nothing to me, understand? ❞ ❝ you don’t have what it takes. nobody does. ❞ ❝ there’s no returning to the way things used to be. ❞ ❝ can i offer you some words of advice? get over yourself. ❞ ❝ fear is for the weak. ❞ ❝ you now what i like about you? the way you bleed. ❞ ❝ may all the death you bring become the stuff of legends told in fearful mortal whisperings around the world. ❞ ❝ i just happen to think you deserve better than you’ve got. ❞ ❝ no love without pain. ❞ ❝ failure is the greatest instructor of all. ❞ ❝ i think you feel like you have some sort of fearsome reputation to uphold. ❞ ❝ you know what? i think we’re finished here. ❞ ❝ i know you’re not in a good spot right now. ❞ ❝ what you’re attempting is impossible. ❞ ❝ i’m not your practice partner, fool. ❞ ❝ i know you don’t mean any harm, but it just isn’t something i discuss with anyone, ok? ❞ ❝ first you defy me openly, and now you lie. ❞ ❝ admit it. you can’t stop thinking about me. ❞ ❝ i’d like to be alone again, so you go on ahead. ❞ ❝ maybe this might numb the pain a bit. ❞ ❝ something’s troubled me a little, about you. ❞ ❝ your failure is quite easily imagined. how often it recurs! ❞ ❝ found this, thought of you and all that, so...here. ❞ ❝ how i love these unexpected little run-ins with you. ❞ ❝ what brings you back around this way again? ❞ ❝ now what’s the matter? it’s like you’ve been up feasting day and night, you’re barely standing, everything ok? ❞ ❝ first i found you, i was certain that you had no chance at all. ❞ ❝ if it wasn’t you proposing it, i’d like to call it madness. ❞ ❝ i'll sleep when i’m dead. ❞ ❝ thank you for not forgetting about me. ❞ ❝ you must see plainly, then, what your birthright amounts to: you’re no better off than any of us here. ❞ ❝ i’ll do my best. for both our sakes. ❞ ❝ the world is not all lies and deceit as you make it out to be. ❞ ❝ you fight so desperately. at first i thought you simply lacked in patience. but now i see it’s urgency that drives you. ❞ ❝ you don’t know who or what you’re dealing with. ❞ ❝ who are you to judge, you misbegotten, shameful, unfilial maggot? ❞ ❝ you’re getting real predictable, you know. ❞ ❝ no one can avoid taking sides forever. but you can take the more sensible side, at least. ❞ ❝ ahh, so you are taking pity on me, then? ❞ ❝ thank you for making me feel welcome in your pleasant home. can’t say the same for most places i’ve been lately. ❞ ❝ i would very much prefer to think we both know better than to let old grudges stew forever. ❞ ❝ nothing is ever perfect, right? no matter how hard you try. ❞ ❝ while i know what you meant, i don’t want you to say such things again. ❞ ❝ look at you, you’re hurt there pretty bad. ❞ ❝ i can’t be completely sure but, what you said just now i think contained some of the component pieces of a compliment? ❞ ❝ don’t fall for mortals. use them if you must, but do not waste your love on those who waste away. ❞ ❝ you’re stubborn. however, so am i. ❞ ❝ you think me cruel, yet know nothing of cruelty. ❞ ❝ you just stick with me, i’ve always time for you. ❞ ❝ you look a little down and so i was just wondering, would you perchance fancy a song right now? ❞ ❝ i get the feeling we’re starting off on the wrong foot. ❞ ❝ a harsh winter is coming for you. and i’m afraid you’ve brought it on yourself. ❞ ❝ i was unkind last time. forgive my indiscretions there...or don’t. but i wished to apologize. ❞ ❝ don’t suppose i can talk you into fighting back this time? ❞ ❝ go occupy yourself someplace else. ❞ ❝ don’t feel bad! it had to happen! but if it’s any consolation, it’ll probably happen again! ❞ ❝ you’re running from yourself. ❞ ❝ wine does have a rather special way of making everybody look even more beautiful than ever. ❞ ❝ i am not interested in having company, especially from you. ❞ ❝ my faith is prone to shakiness sometimes. ❞ ❝ you’re not your father, thank the gods. ❞ ❝ i’d ask you to join me for a drink, but i know you’ve a task ahead of you, and liquor dulls the senses. ❞ ❝ you’re more stubborn than your father. i never thought that such a thing was possible. ❞ ❝ remember, next time, that on my whim i can take everything from you. ❞ ❝ haven’t we had more than enough of each other by now? ❞ ❝ i get the feeling i’m being watched. ❞ ❝ you’ve berated me repeatedly and often. ❞ ❝ you ever lose somebody dear to you? ❞ ❝ as you grow long in years, perhaps you shall learn better judgement as to whom to trust, and whom to never, ever disrespect. ❞ ❝ sometimes things weigh heavily on me, but then i hear from you, and it’s like i don’t have a care in the world. ❞ ❝ stay focused on the hunt, and it’ll help keep the pain at bay. ❞ ❝ you are just so spontaneous, and i’ve a liking for that sort of thing! ❞ ❝ no one gets out of here, whether dead or alive. ❞ ❝ what is it that you’re after, really...? ❞ ❝ don’t take my silence the wrong way, all right? ❞ ❝ that’s terrible...wish there was something i could do to help. ❞ ❝ your unpredictability is one of your assets. ❞ ❝ do not throw away your life as i did mine. ❞ ❝ you do not take all your defeats to heart, do you? that’s good. ❞ ❝ the fates can twist intentions. i don’t want to take the risk. ❞ ❝ sometimes you make me feel alive again. ❞ ❝ why...i was much stronger once, than this... ❞ ❝ sometimes i wish i knew more about your past. ❞ ❝ you shall not goad me into anger with a petty insult such as that. ❞ ❝ we’ve been through a lot, and i think we’ll be going through a lot more yet. ❞ ❝ feelings we shared...they faded, with time. ❞ ❝ learn well to shut that foolish mouth of yours, or i shall shut it for you. ❞ ❝ i knew so many warriors who would throw away their lives for glory, believing that the gods were on their side; refusing to consider that their opponents felt the very same. ❞ ❝ you didn’t need to vent all that inner turmoil onto me throughout my life. ❞ ❝ swear to me that you shall never repeat what you are about to hear. swear it! ❞ ❝ sometimes i wonder what’s going through your head. ❞ ❝ i can do this. i can do this. i can do this. ❞ ❝ i heard you got yourself into another mess that needed cleaning up. ❞ ❝ you have a good heart. keep listening to it. ❞ ❝ you picked sides, and things are not the same. ❞ ❝ all the terrible choices i’ve made. by the time you have existed for as long as i have, pray youo will have made fewer. ❞ ❝ i must admit i have grown fond of you. ❞ ❝ please open your mind to the fact that there are those who care about your wellbeing. ❞ ❝ i know you mean well. from the bottom of my heart, i thank you truly for the thought. ❞ ❝ how can somebody be so brash yet hate to take unnecessary risks? ❞ ❝ i know we can’t exactly change the past, but we can try to move forward. ❞ ❝ you didn’t answer my question. though, you know something? forget i asked. ❞ ❝ just checking in on you, but i’ll be on my way again shortly. ❞ ❝ you would speak to me of foolish mistakes? ❞ ❝ do not question my power. ❞ ❝ there is no point in doing it but pride. and pride is dangerous. ❞ ❝ i must admit, your strength of will is quite inspiring. ❞ ❝ i don’t hate you. i don’t think i can ever hate you. ❞ ❝ i've decided not to kill you. no sport in cornered prey. ❞ ❝ i never thought i’d hear you talking about looking forward to working. you feeling alright? ❞ ❝ it has been far too long. although, the passing of the time was very kind. ❞ ❝ i have been thinking on this for some time, and i’ve a declaration i must make: i shall hear no more of your silver-tongued lies. ❞ ❝ oh good, somebody’s here to save me from myself. ❞ ❝ i wonder how much more insulting you could be. ❞ ❝ may i have this dance for old time’s sake? ❞ ❝ no matter how far you run, it doesn’t make your problems go away. ❞ ❝ i ever tell you you’re a real sweetheart? because, if not, i’m telling you right now. ❞ ❝ oh don’t worry, i’ll be back in fighting shape in no time. ❞ ❝ it’s not that i’m upset or anything. you know i’m not, but truthfully i’m a bit annoyed. ❞ ❝ you’ve got quite the fighting spirit in there, i have to say. ❞ ❝ ...answer me something. what am i to you, exactly, as of late? ❞ ❝ if you’ve not anger enough for it yet, you’ll learn, i promise you. ❞ ❝ i shall bring desolation upon those who wrong you. ❞ ❝ you know nothing of tempers if mine is your frame of reference. ❞ ❝ let me save you lots of future suffering: i happen to be the jealous type. ❞ ❝ i was really hoping we could change the subject. please? ❞ ❝ finally you cleared the mess you caused. ❞ ❝ i never grew accustomed to the air, up here. it gusts senselessly whichever way it pleases. ❞ ❝ i need your help with something. as i’m about to risk it all. ❞ ❝ love tends to blossom in the strangest places at the strangest times. ❞ ❝ normally they grovel, then they scream. they shut up eventually, but not you. at least, not yet. ❞ ❝ you know, you ain’t near as bad as i’d heard! ❞ ❝ so now you know. but, only half the truth. ❞ ❝ you are and always will be an insufferable brat. ❞ ❝ they say both gods and mortals are notoriously poor at estimating how long it takes to get anything done. ❞ ❝ flattery never got me anywhere with you to begin with. doesn’t mean i won’t keep trying. ❞ ❝ i’m warning you, i’m not susceptible to bribes. many have tried. ❞ ❝ by my estimation, you have slain at least a thousand souls. ❞ ❝ everyone’s saying i went easy on you. ❞ ❝ no, on quite the contrary i’ve been under no impression that avoiding conflict is an option here. ❞ ❝ you really won’t tell me anything about you? you’re just going to leave me to speculate, forever? ❞ ❝ fears, i think, are born of ignorance. ❞ ❝ i don’t exactly know the ways of mortals. ❞ ❝ it’s not just you swept up in all this nonsense now. you didn’t ask for me to get involved but what did you expect? ❞ ❝ if only i had wisdom such as yours, so that i was more capable of picking up on subtle jabs and insults such as that. ❞ ❝ did i detect some hesitance on your part just then? perhaps you knew that you were making a mistake. ❞ ❝ i need you in my life! how can you just...turn me away like this? ❞ ❝ no. no mournful speeches. now get out of my way. ❞ ❝ you needn’t lavish me with your faint praise. ❞ ❝ our memories are warnings. when you have lived as long as i have, you come to understand your weaknesses. ❞ ❝ you speak none of this, to anyone! ❞ ❝ it seems to me your strength outweighs your smarts ❞ ❝ you’re really too much for me sometimes, you know that? ❞ ❝ you speak as one who’s not experienced war. ❞ ❝ you’re looking kind of down. normally you’re all smiles, for whatever reason. ❞ ❝ your heart shall never carry you astray. ❞ ❝ it almost sounds as though you’ve broken up with me. ❞ ❝ come now, i don’t think that’s anything to be concerned about. ❞ ❝ where did you steal that kingly blade you’re brandishing about? it seems ill-fitting for one such as you. ❞ ❝ you overstep your bounds with me. but i shall make you fall right back in line. ❞ ❝ if there’s one thing i’ve learned since we met, it’s that the trust we share is at the very foundation of our relationships. ❞ ❝ it is woefully infrequent that i’ve cause for this, but i do have to thank you. ❞ ❝ so you’re realizing now that your entire image of me came from your imagination, is that it? ❞ ❝ sorry, my lips are sealed. how about we change the subject? ❞ ❝ you mistook me for someone who blindly follows orders without considering the implications. ❞ ❝ you, in a healthy relationship? why yes, that i have to see. ❞ ❝ you won’t tell me anything about you? you’re just going to leave me to speculate, forever? ❞ ❝ oh, would you look at whom i found, all by their lonely self. ❞ ❝ sometimes our tempers get the best of all of us. you’re fortunate mine didn’t get the best of you back there. ❞ ❝ you really need to learn to stop meddling in others’ affairs. ❞ ❝ was just thinking about you. ❞ ❝ the mortal concept of what constitutes as a hero is absurd. ❞ ❝ i may not be the one to kill you. but i’ll soften you up for whoever does. ❞ ❝ i have been waiting for a special moment to confess my great appreciation for your deeds. this moment’s special enough, isn’t it? ❞ ❝ all mortal life is fragile; it simply is a struggle to survive. ❞ ❝ it wasn’t any of my business to pry into your personal life. i should have asked. ❞ ❝ what do you say we deal some death together? ❞ ❝ the more you step away from your responsibilites, the less you shall want anything to do with them. ❞ ❝ what we were once, i wonder if it’s but a falsely ringing memory of mine... ❞ ❝ in all your boundless intellect, i’d have expected you would know i see through your intentions, plan as day. ❞ ❝ ii shall not lie to you again. that much, i swear. ❞ ❝ oh, i don’t have the heart to keep exacting vengeance on you. ❞ ❝ privileges are earned, not begged for. ❞ ❝ i thought we had an understanding. but, this wouldn’t be the first time i was wrong about someone. ❞ ❝ i have every confidence you’ll someday clamber from the shadows into the light. ❞ ❝ no paradise awaits you. ❞ ❝ did you miss me? i thought i’d steal away a bit and that together we might make up for lost time. ❞ ❝ when blood is spilled and death is dealt, i simply cannot remain discontented for too long. ❞ ❝ unlike my present company, i do not ask too many questions. ❞ ❝ what’s life without a little pain. ❞ ❝ i would do anything that you would ask of me. ❞ ❝ such a waste, all for your foolish pride, that you should care more to be remembered by those you shall never know than to be loved... ❞ ❝ look, if you don’t feel the same way about me at this point, i would rather know. ❞ ❝ you chose to die in glory, not to live in peace...and all for what? ❞ ❝ what’s the matter there? gone awful quiet. did i hurt your feelings? ❞ ❝ please, if not for your sake, then for mine...do not return. ❞ ❝ you blame your ancestors for your own weakness? ❞ ❝ i still grow frustrated with myself quite often and don’t always know whom to turn to. ❞ ❝ i’ll just remain here, comfortably at rest, for some untold millenia. ❞ ❝ the world has a limitless capacity for pain. ❞ ❝ well, if you do require some emotional support, know that i likely shall be standing over here. ❞ ❝ you’re not fooling anybody with your feigned benevolence, you know. ❞ ❝ i'm just an old killer, yet you treat me like i’m the one who’s royalty around here. ❞ ❝ life and death are inextricable, and war is often what connects the two. ❞ ❝ someday or night you shall look back on this, and thank me. ❞ ❝ i can no longer tolerate my life here in this place. ❞ ❝ they said you were headed this way. i said i’d stop you. ❞ ❝ if you were being too pushy, you better believe i would have put you back in your place, royalty or not. ❞ ❝ i am leaving, even if it kills me. ❞ ❝ hey, can’t ever be too careful when it comes to people’s past and feelings and stuff, right? ❞ ❝ should you ever go to war...do look me up. i imagine i would take your side. ❞ ❝ have you given any thought to just...leaving me alone, and going back to wherever it is you came from? ❞ ❝ and here i was beginning to think we had something special going. ❞ ❝ i’m worried you’re going to burn yourself out if you keep pushing yourself past your limits. ❞ ❝ whoever it was you used to be, i believe you’ve changed. ❞ ❝ i’m no mere mortal. ❞ ❝ i suppose this must be what it’s like to be a god. being shown affection such as this. ❞ ❝ admittedly i was quite good at it, but i was nothing other than a killer. ❞ ❝ no need to get emotional, is there? i’m not the sentimental type. ❞ ❝ all that pent-up rage behind your smiling words... ❞ ❝ don’t ever fall for mortals. use them if you must, but do not waste your love on those who waste away. ❞ ❝ i was never terribly fearful of gods. they seem to have their struggles much like mortals do. ❞ ❝ i would ask you to think of your well-being for the time, not mine. ❞ ❝ must say you’re very good at hiding your worries. ❞ ❝ anger fades. anger burns hot, then burns out. what’s left is a dull ache. ❞ ❝ you have much to be proud of. you’re a great warrior. a great instructor. a great friend. ❞ ❝ you must know the seven types of love by now, don’t you? why, i have several types of love for you! ❞ ❝ sometimes i fear i shall develop some sort of grudging respect for you. ❞ ❝ as you grow long in years, you gain more burdens and responsibilities, until they bind you. ❞ ❝ you’re being very nice to me, and that makes me suspicious, understand? ❞ ❝ you like me? i never thought, i...don’t know why that sounds so strange, coming from you. ❞ ❝ just know that...if you feel the way i do...you know where to find me. ❞ ❝ i still have feelings for you, i think. ❞ ❝ you’re a god. i’m telling you to learn to act like one. ❞ ❝ we were invincible together, weren’t we? though, i have never missed those days... ❞ ❝ i like being on my own and all, but it’s been nice, talking to you like this. ❞ ❝ you’ve done more for me than i’ve any right to expect, from anyone. ❞ ❝ the heart can make us do the strangest things, can’t it? ❞ ❝ i would never have been remotely prepared for everything i’ve had to face, if not for all your guidance. and i don’t just mean the violent stuff. ❞ ❝ you’re not so bad, you know that? careful with that, or you’ll undermine the ruthless reputation you have. ❞ ❝ well, for all his failings, i’m thankful that he did not teach you how to hate. ❞ ❝ i don’t know that i hate anybody, really. ❞ ❝ why am i never proud of you? don’t take it personally. i’m never proud of anything. ❞ ❝ there are a myriad of tales to be told, of both great deeds and of vainglorious defeats, and this has been a tale that falls somewhere in the middle. ❞ ❝ why your path keeps on crossing mine, i’ve not the slightest clue. ❞ ❝ there is no replacing your presence. i felt that before we ever met, and now i know for sure. ❞ ❝ mortals are so bent on clinging to their lives, that many among them would gladly kill for it. ❞ ❝ listen to me. i don’t know how else to put this, but, i want you to come home. ❞ ❝ i think we understand something of loss, now, don’t we? ❞ ❝ hey, look, i can tell you’re struggling right now... ❞ ❝ you must know i often hunger for destruction, almost uncontrollably at that. ❞ ❝ you still have no idea how to be up front with me, do you. why don’t you tell me why you’re here, and what you want. ❞ ❝ the destruction you have sown, the sheer carnage...nothing can surpass that. ❞ ❝ i do not think i ever would have asked for help, at any point, because...i don’t entirely know how. ❞ ❝ but hope alone is worthless without action, is it not? ❞ ❝ as bloodshed has become somewhat of a necessity in my situation, i am very grateful that you’re with me in this. ❞ ❝ many mortals strive for greatness all their lives, never quite realizing there is no existing formula for it. not even a specific definition for it. ❞ ❝ there are aspects of my country that i miss, from time to time. the stark, bright beauty of that strange, wondrous land. ❞ ❝ pride is perhaps our family’s worst trait. ❞ ❝ i think for many of us, it can come as a surprise to learn that love and war often go hand in hand. ❞ ❝ you don’t have what it takes. ❞ ❝ had a feeling i would find you all alone out here. ❞ ❝ quit messing with my heart. ❞ ❝ swear something to me. that you’ll discard your fears about our bond. ❞ ❝ each time we fight...i think i learn a little more. ❞ ❝ you’re nothing to me anymore. ❞ ❝ say, you must know a lot of big shots, don’t you? other gods and all that? ❞ ❝ i trust, from time to time, you stop to ask yourself how come you choose to fight. ❞ ❝ you cannot change the course that has been set. try all you like. ❞ ❝ we don’t all share the same demeanor, nor see eye to eye. though all of us, i think, wish you the best. ❞ ❝ i’ve known great men throughout my life, and i can always tell when someone’s better than their circumstances. ❞ ❝ i am quite capable of making your life plenty difficult. ❞ ❝ i bet whoever it is that loves you...it’s because of who you are. ❞ ❝ i lay the blame entirely upon you, yes. who else? ❞ ❝ i think, deep down, you are not the heartless harbinger of retribution that you want everyone to think you are. ❞ ❝ in my domain, you either find your place, or you learn your place. ❞ ❝ you have no idea how good you’ve had it here. maybe someday you’ll come to understand. ❞ ❝ do not mess with me right now. ❞

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Eris(Demon’s daughter)

Demon's head daughter couldn't be anything other than perfect. She must master every martial art. Her education must be flawless. Failure is not a choice. Even the smallest mistake is a disgrace.

Marinette knew it. That’s why spent hours and hours training and perfectimg her form. But something was lacking and she craved to find it.

Chapter 2, 3, 4, 5

On the far east, high up in the mountains is a city, Nanda Parbat. There hides and lives Ra's al Ghul, the demon's head.

The walls in Nanda Parbat have no warmth. They're permanently soaked in blood and death. At night you can hear the anguish screams of the long dead.

In a small room without windows lives a girl with eyes as blue as sapphires and hair as black as night. Dark skin makes pale scars visible.

The only welcome visitor is the girl's sister. She will tend to the girl's wounds and help her prepare for sleep.

"You must be more careful, Marinette." Berated her Talia. "Your training will grow harder with time. You must be ready for this, ya albi. I can't lose you."

"Why do we have to train so hard?"

"Father has a lot of enemies. We must know how to protect ourselves," Talia answers softly.

"The League doesn't condone uselessness and everyone must reach a certain standard. It's even higher for us because of our father. And I am sure you enjoy a part of your training, don't you?"

"Yes, I enjoyed training with Lady Shiva. She taught me how to use a war fan. Dansen uchiwa* is my favorite, but mubuchae is nice, too." At her sister's questioning look she continued: It protects my arm and I can use it to dodge attacks. Then I will stab the attacker using balisong**. .. And I can also.." the next fifteen minutes were spent discussing different ways of using war fans and daggers. They briefly touched on the subject of Japanese martial arts and weapon making.

"...and that's why I prefer straight blades." Talia stopped talking and looked at Marinette. The girl was staring at the wall.

"Why can't we just leave?" Marinette suddenly spoke. "We would go everywhere and stay nowhere. You could pose as my guardian. If anyone asked about parents, we would give them a sob story about their death." The brief training with Lady Shiva made the walls in Nanda Parbat feel more suffocating than before.

"Oh, ya albi, you know that's impossible. Father would track us down immediately. He has ears and eyes everywhere." Talia chuckled bitterly. Somehow her answer made Mari more enthusiastic.

"But you want to run away! That's what matters! One day we will bribe Nyssa and she will help us. And we won't have to live under our father's tumb."

Talia just hugged her sister. Getting out of the League of Shadows was impossible for them. Especially for them. She could only pray that Marinette would be happy one day.

***

Eight-year-old Marinette understood it the day she failed for the first time. She stood there, before her father, waiting for his verdict. The small voice in her head whispered how it wasn’t her fault, that even famous designers don’t have this much security as Gabriel Agreste does. “I should have been prepared for everything. This failure will be my lesson if I survive this,” she thought bitterly.

Demon's head daughter couldn't be anything other than perfect. She must master every martial art. Her education must be flawless. Failure is not a choice. Even the smallest mistake is a disgrace.

Demon's head daughter isn't a child, she's a weapon. A perfectly sharpened dagger.

"You failed me, Marinette. Not only you didn’t kill that man, but you were caught and Talia had to save you. As your master, I’m furious, as your father, I’m disappointed.”

The cold stone hurt her knees and her ears burnt from embarrassment. His words were sharper than the sharpest knife. That’s why he is called Demon’s Head after all.

“I’m sorry, father. It won’t happen again. I..” Marinette tried her best not to falter under Ra’s’ glare. “I don’t remember giving you permission to speak.” His words left goosebumps on her skin and Marinette had to bite her tongue to stay silent. “Your actions will have consequences, so be prepared for your punishment. Do you understand me?”

“Yes, father,” she answered softly, but Ra’s seemed satisfied and dismissed Marinette to her room. She left as fast as possible.In her room, she would think about the nature of punishment and try to be prepared. Hey, how does one prepare for their death?

Marinette was sure Ra’s wouldn’t let her walk away without proper punishment, but she decided to humor her sister.

***

After that Marinette had to spend even more time training and studying. Talia was happy to hear that. “Ya albi, if you continue training, you won’t fail again. You were lucky father decided to pardon you.”

Marinette spent a lot of time practicing with her blades and darts. War fans slowly became her weapon of choice. You can hide it. You can show off with it. There are multiple ways of using it making it perfect for Marinette.

Unfortunately, Marinette never used sharp tessen during practice. Later, Marinette would regret it, because fighting ten trained and armed assassins with two fans wasn’t her definition of fun.

Scratch it. It was hell. Given the number of attacks, she could avoid them only for so long. She couldn’t take out her daggers.

Swish. Kick. Jump. Repeat.

Marinette slowly rose from the water. The first thing she noticed was the absence of scars. "How many new scars will litter my skin before I die again?" She wondered silently.

Marinette was skilled, but so were the assassins. And it still took them an hour to take her down. “At least I managed to injure them, too.”

***

Waking up in Lazarus' Pits wasn't something she wanted to repeat ever again. The water felt gross on her skin and the smell made her want to throw up.

Another prominent difference was anxiety she could feel in her bones. She craved to do something, to the blood of her killers on her hands, to feel how life leaves their bodies. A whisper in her head sung how glorious it would feel to get her revenge.

"It's not punishment when I feel so high and mighty, father. It's a gift I will treasure." With these words Marinette dug her nails into her arm, leaving small marks. The skin felt too clean for her.

“Marinette,” he greeted her. “I see you’re feeling better now. What is the reason behind your visit?”

In this state, Marinette didn't notice her sister entered. Talia stood there watching the last bits of Marinette's innocence fly to hell. It was the point of no return.

***

Ra’s was sitting in his room when he felt movement behind him.

Marinette tilted her head and slowly answered; “I wanted to ask your permission to return the favor.”

“You can do whatever you want to them. Just leave them alive. But you were very effective at taking them down, so three of them can’t stand.” This was the closest thing to praise she could ever hear from Ra’s al Ghul.

One time Talia gave her a book with Greek myths. It soon became her favorite book. She loved the stories about gods, and heroes, and monsters. The heroes knew when to kill and when to spare someone. Marinette could admire this.

“Thank you, father.” With a small nod, she left to enact her revenge. If there were more screams than usual, nobody paid attention to it.

***

Reading was a great way to escape reality. Books told her about different worlds and people. Unfortunately, Ra’s had to approve every book given to her. Only for very significant achievement could she read something other than textbooks.

“I just don’t understand what you see in that fury! His enemies constantly escape Arkham and he still won’t kill them. His negligence hurts other people and they still call him a hero! Father respects him, too!” it wasn’t a common occurrence for them to argue about Batman, but Marinette was just too annoyed with Talia’s pinning.

“Bruce impressed our father with his skills and devotion to a cause. Bruce is hopeful. He believes everyone can change and be a better version of themselves. We know that’s not true and some people will never change.”

Marinette wasn’t impressed. “I know some people can’t change. We work with some of them.” Talia just laughed at her expression..

“One day you will fall in love. That day you will understand me.”

“Ew, disgusting. I will never, ever fall in love. Especially not with a hero. I’m sure of it.” Talia just shook her head fondly. Her little sister still has so much to learn.

“And where will you go, Marinette?” Asked Talia. Marinette spared her a glance noting bags under her eyes and multiple cuts.

***

Eleven-year-old Marinette had an agency. She had a goal. She knew what she wanted to do.

“Gotham. I will tell Batman everything I know about the Light. But don’t think I do it to help him. I want to destroy everything for our father.” She threw a suitcase with much more force than needed.

“Why now? You seemed so eager to please him.”

“Pits did something with my brain and changed my memories about The fight. I thought it was their own decision. With this knowledge I asked father for permission to avenge myself. My overall perception of him changed.”

“And now you are angry. But you shouldn’t run away like this. Batman won’t trust you. He will think you are a double agent sent by the League.” Marinette just grinned at that.

“I will give B information and leave immediately. I’m going to travel the world. I have money and I can take care of myself.” Talia sighed and took Marinete’s face in her hands.

“I know I can’t change your mind, but please be safe, ya albi.” She whispered softly.

“Thank you, Tals.”

“You are more important to me than our father.”

#maribat #marinette is an assasin #good sister talia #eris (the demon's daughter)

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