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~ Doctor's Plan ~

Agent Stone x (f) reader

Part one {the masterlist}

Warnings: none

Word count: 14.7k

"But if you play these rubes against one another to the letter of my scheme, the only ones left standing will be ready to fall in line. Only then will you be ready to proceed to the Robotnik Manifesto: Phase Two!"

Stone had read and memorized every word of Robotnik's manifesto and the rest. But it wasn't just a manifesto the doctor left behind, there was something else extremely important...

Stone was raising an eyebrow at the screen when he opened the private file. "Another one?" he muttered to himself. If so, why was it hiding with a firewall more than the other? Stone leaned back in his chair, stretched his hands and cracked his neck. He approached the computer again and tried to decipher the password. Although he expected it to be difficult, but it was the same as the other. But this time, he needed not just a password to enter the file, but also a fingerprint.

'Brilliant...' thought Stone. It had 3 entries limit and he had to use them well. But which finger was he supposed to scan? And also, would it accept his fingerprint?

Stone took the risk and had the index finger of his right hand scan into the computer. This wasn't it. Next was the middle finger. This wasn't it either. The last entry limit left, and he didn't know what would happen next. This time the risk was big. Should he try one of the fingers of his left hand or one of the other fingers of his right hand?

After a few long seconds of staring at the screen, frowning, he made up his mind. He had the ring finger of his right hand read to the computer. The box that appeared on the screen relieved him. 'ACCESS SUCCESSFUL'

A smile appeared on his face as he opened the only text there, proud of knowing that he was the only person the doctor trusted.

"Stone, if you've made it this far, I'm sure this secret will be safe with you. You must go to the address at the end of the note, as soon as you read this."

Stone paused for a moment and took a quick glance at the address at the end of the text. The address indicated a location in New York. He went back to the line he had left off and continued reading.

"The person living at that address is my biological daughter. Even though no one, including the leeches in the government, knows about her -and she doesn't use my last name- I want you to keep her close and protect her. You must do this before anything else I told you."

Stone froze for a moment. Robotnik had a daughter? Despite working with him for all these years, he never mentioned it before. He was a little taken aback at first, but then he didn't care much. Doctor Robotnik had always been full of surprises.

The small anecdote attached to the end of the note caught his attention. "P.S.: I have no idea what she looks like. Good luck, you'll need it."

Stone wrote down the address on his phone and turned off the computer. Sitting still in the chair, he leaned back and tilted his head back. The doctor's disappearance, the government's distrain of everything, the manifesto, the mysterious girl who shows up out of nowhere... It all seemed too much for a few days, but Stone was confident that with his usual determination, perseverance and success, he could overcome all of them.

Finally the weekend had come. The teacher was putting her computer in her backpack as the students started to leave the classroom noisily. They had emptied the classroom quickly, but dozens of students' voices still echoed from the hallway and the school garden.

The teacher had carried her backpack and walked out of the classroom with tired but hasty steps. When she mingled with the crowd of students, she was barely able to get away from them. She took a deep sigh when she quickened her steps and stood out from the crowd.

As soon as she got to her car, she sighed heavily again. She was more tired than usual this week and all she wanted was to go home and rest with her cat. The young woman remembered that the moment her cat came to her mind, she had to buy him food and she should've stopped by a market before she left.

After a short grocery shopping and the road, she was able to come to her house. It was starting to get dark and getting colder. The cold wind blew towards her as if it had penetrated her bones. She pulled her scarf up to her nose. She hated the cold, as well as too much heat... While grumbling, she had packed the bags in one hand and locked the car.

The inside of the house was darker than the outside, and she sensed immediately that something was wrong. Her cat wasn't at her feet as soon as she opened that door, as he did every evening. She frowned in concern. She placed the bags in her hands at the entrance of the door and started walking with slow and cautious steps.

When she crossed the short hallway in the entrance and reached the living room, she thought she saw a silhouette in the armchair. Her eyes were narrowed, and eyebrows were furrowed. Yes, there was definitely someone sitting in the armchair.

The moment she took another step towards the silhouette, all the lamps in the room were turned on. The woman had let out a small scream at the sudden light and the effect of the stranger. Then she quickly gathered herself and looked at the owner of the silhouette. With a black suit, black shirt, black tie, black coat and black shoes; a charismatic man was sitting in front of her. While she was annoyed at the man breaking into her house with his shoes on, something else caught her attention: her cat, whom she was worried about. Her cat was unharmed and lying in the stranger's lap, snuggled up against him.

"Who are you? And what are your purpose doin' in my house? And also, why is my cat in your lap?!" she asked in a very serious tone.

"Y/N Y/LN, I suppose?"

"How do you know my name?! Answer!" she added, without breaking eye contact, taking the closest object she could find and pointing it at the man. What she was pointing at was a TV remote. Great (!).

"Ms. Y/LN, I'm Agent Stone. I'm your father's, Doctor Robotnik's, assistant and right-hand man. He gave me your name and address, I was assigned to take you out of here. You may be in danger." Stone explained. "And, your cat came into my lap when I walked in and didn't let me move. I think he realizes that I'm not a threat, unlike you think. You can put off the remote."

Y/N blinked a few times as she listened to what the man said, both from the sudden light hurting her eyes and from slight shock.

"Why didn't he come himself and sent his minion?" she asked in a sarcastic tone. For now, she had pushed every other thought aside. Then she threw the remote on the sofa and approached the agent, snatching her cat from his lap. "We'll talk about that later, Sylvester." she said to the black and white furred cat as she set him down on the ground.

Stone had the opportunity to really take a look at Y/N for the first time at that moment. The way she scream, her choice of words and tropes were almost identical with the doctor. Her height and appearance were similar to the doctor, and her face had a reminisce of him but not much. And it was obvious that Y/N had a few traits that she inherited from her mother. He let out slowly the breath he didn't even realize he was holding as the weight on his lap disappeared.

"I don't think you've ever met him before, Ms. Y/LN. And besides, the doctor is not on earth right now."

"What do you mean 'not on earth' ?"

"You can be sure I'll explain the details on the way. But now, I have to get you out of here." said Stone, and stood up and took a step forward.

"I'm not going anywhere. Au revoir! " she said, pointing to the door with one hand.

'A quite similar obstination...' thought Stone. "Ms. Y/LN, -"

"Don't call me Ms. Y/LN, Ms. Y/LN was my mom!" Y/N snapped at him.

Stone smiled faintly at that. "How would you like me to call you? Would Ms. Robotnik be okay?" he asked.

Y/N rolled her eyes exaggeratedly. It was clear that this was an obvious objection. The only reason that kept her away from this surname was her anger towards her biological father, who had not been with her even once since she was born. Stone must have noticed this because he corrected his sentence and began to speak again.

"Y/N, you're in a potential danger. You must come with me with your cat and everything you need. I promise to ensure your safety."

Y/N stopped and thought for a while. The man before her might have been right, but she wasn't suppose that anyone had thought she might be Doctor Robotnik's daughter. She turned with her shoulders and glanced at her house; a small robot laid on the floor, that she had been working on for months but has failed, coffee tables were also filled with computer, repair tools, and small gadgets. She couldn't give up on any of them.

She sighed deeply and turned back to Stone. He was looking at her without saying anything. This bearded and above-average agent, was asking her to leave behind the things that made her life more bearable. And there was something in his eyes that compelled her to be convinced...

Stone picked up the small metal piece from the coffee table near him and turned to Y/N. "I'm taking you a place that will make it easier for you to complete all of this. All I ask is, come with me and hurry up."

Y/N left the room without saying a word and went to the bedroom. She kept thinking while putting her clothes in her suitcase. Why would had she believe this mysterious agent that showed up out of nowhere? Could she trust him just because he knew her father? Was it possible that she is really in danger? Where was her father, and why had he thought of protecting his daughter after all these years? And most importantly, why did she start to tidy up while all these questions were swirling her mind?

She hesitated for a moment as she zipped up the suitcase. She was going to leave her friends, students, and home. But where? She didn't even know where to go, she unconsciously believed the words of the stranger in her living room.

But her curiosity outweighed her worries. She dragged her suitcase down the hallway and left for the kitchen to pack her cat's belongings in the other small suitcase.

Meantime, Stone was watching the cat, who was unaware of everything. He could've considered this part of his mission accomplished, because Y/N hadn't pushed too hard and caused trouble. Maybe they weren't all that much alike to the doctor, or maybe he just knew how to deal with Robotniks.

When Y/N came into the living room with distracted and confused eyes, she picked up the cat at Stone's feet. "Come on, boy, we're leaving." she said. She looked but didn't seem to see, it was obvious that many things were on her mind.

"Are you okay?" Stone asked in a soothing tone.

"Huh?" Y/N replied. The question she received drew her back to that moment. "To be honest, I was okay until two hours ago. But I have no idea how I'm feeling right now."

"I understand you. Totally. It's hard to let go of the life you're used to, but the only thing that matters right now is -"

"My safety. I know, I know..." Y/N interrupted. Taking a deep breath, she grabbed the cat carrier she had dropped on the floor and looked over her shoulder at Stone. "Can you help me carry the suitcases in the hallway to my car?"

"Of course!"

The rain had begun to drizzle. Y/N was focusing at the road with full attention and listening to the agent sitting next to her. She knew her father as much as her dead mother mentioned, mostly in her youth years. What Stone describes him was much more recent. Yes, she knew from the very beginning that her father wasn't ordinary and he was a bit of cracked. But still had a hard time hiding her surprise while listening to Stone. And finally, when Stone read her Robotnik's note about her, her feelings for her father began to take a completely different form. It looked like it would keep her busy in the back of her mind for a while...

They were finally out of New York and Y/N had been driving for hours. She was just driving, not knowing where they were going. She glanced at Stone out of the corner of her eye and saw that he was fiddling with his smartwatch.

"Whe-" Y/N started, but her voice cracked from not speaking for hours. She cleared her throat slightly and spoke again. "Where exactly are we going?"

"Green Hills, Montana."

"A town? Why?" Y/N asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Oh, sorry, I must've missed that detail... The exact location where the doctor disappeared is. And where I'm going to put into practice his manifesto." he explained. On the other hand, he was questioning how he had missed that. He must've been distracted.

"Hmm... Makes sense." she replied, yawning. She got up too early in that morning, very tired during the day, and the clock was approaching midnight.

"I can drive the rest if you want." Stone suggested. Neither his voice nor his face had an expression as if he needed sleep.

"There's two hours left at most, I can bear it." Y/N insisted. Of course, she didn't fully trust an agent she had met only a few hours ago. She could handle, for at least two hours, even if her body told her otherwise.

Stubbornness was definitely a genetic thing with Robotniks, so Stone didn't push it.

After a quiet ride, Y/N decided to stop at a hotel near Green Hills. She was literally unable to awake, she wanted to make their registers and sleep as soon as possible. She had rested her head on the counter for a while while waiting for an empty room at the reception. When Stone saw her in this state, the side of his lip curled slightly upwards.

"Oh, I'm so sorry, I kept you waiting. I'm new around here… We have an empty room on the 5th floor with two separate beds." said the receptionist.

"Great, can I have the key now?!" Y/N asked wearily. She looked up from the counter and glared at the receptionist.

"We also have a suite with a king size bed if you -"

"Pass." she interrupted. She had pulled out the key the receptionist was holding out. Stone stopped her as she tried to use her wallet to make the payment.

"I'll take care of it." he said in a soothing tone. "And suitcases too."

Y/N didn't feel energetic enough to object to that. She left him behind and walked towards the elevator. When she reached their room on the 5th floor, she immediately threw herself inside. She sat down on the bed by the wall, took off her boots, threw them on the floor, and lay down. She felt exhausted and hoped to fall asleep quickly.

Y/N was already asleep when Stone took care of everything and came to the room. He had left the cat carrier carefully in a place by the window and opened the carrier's door. Then he left the suitcases next to it.

He straightened up and took off his jacked, placed it on the chair. Before move to the other bed, stretched and yawned. He was extremely tired too, had last slept two nights ago. He had to rest and put aside his plans and thoughts. He took off his shoes and lay on the bed.

He took a deep sigh as he closed his eyes. A busy day awaited him in the morning.

{I'm back with a brand new series and hope you like it! Part two will definitely come but I don't know when...}

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vanilla-cigarillos · 9 months

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A Brief History of Demons (In Christian Mythos)

Oooh boy, this one is gonna be a doozy. Demons are probably one of the most well known "supernatural" entities, aside from things like angels, so this post might be a hefty one to research.

Never fear, your local nerdy witch lady is here to info-dump all about it!

Sources will be linked at the bottom of this post for anyone curious <3

Where Do We Even Start?

Like I mentioned before, demons have been a staple of religious mythos (and the horror genre) since forever. Many people think of very disfigured, scary creatures when they think the word "demon". They are meant to be feared entities, however there are sources who suggest that the demon may not have always had this connotation.

Looking back, the demon we know today was called a daemon or a daimon. This title meant that the creature was a lesser being, not equal to those in the ancient pantheons. Within The Greeks and the Irrational (E.R. Dodds) there are three categories of the daimon.

Category 1: "Those irrational impulses which arise in a man against his will to tempt him."

This category of daimon holds the feelings of hope and fear (via the logic of the Greek poet Theognis). The daimon is seen as a rough personification of emotion.

Category 2: "Daemons projected by a particular human situation"

Category 2 daemons are able to represent things such as famine, drought, pestilence, etc. These were seemingly unexplainable events, and therefore took a supernatural understanding from the people who experienced them. It was believed that these daimons held both positive and negative influence, and therefore were moreso seen as minor gods.

Category 3: Almost like a guardian angel

This category is without its own quote due to the very broad scope of understanding it needs to encompass its meaning. This category is what most cultures and religions in antiquity viewed "demons" as. They were seen more like "guardian angels", which itself is theorized to stem from these abovementioned Greek ideas. With the rise of monotheistic religion, it's theorized that the daimon would eventually split into good and evil, "angel and demon".

Possession

The idea of a demon that needed to be expelled or exorcized is not something native to ancient Roman or Greek society. The daimon had been a neutral entity until the 4th century B.C.E., and afterwards we see it evolve to represent something more dangerous. However, it was still a very long time before it was seen as something that could literally possess a human.

Many antique spellwork calls upon daimons moreso as helpers that do the bidding of whatever magician is at work. According to Possession and Exorcism in the New Testament and Early Christianity (Eric Sorenson), exorcism was not a common practice in Greco-Roman society even during periods of time when Christianity was king. The practice wasn't even well documented until well into first century CE, and many within these Greco-Roman societies viewed those practicing exorcisms with quite a strong distrain. They were believed to be "fraudulent entrepreneurs in a superstitious world" (Sorenson).

However, if we turn to Mesopotamian societies, they had religious leaders that would take similar ranks to that of a priest that would be able to perform exorcisms. In Zoroastrianism, there already existed an idea of ethical dualism. These previously established ideas potentially had an impact on Jewish beliefs concerning the duality of demons and angels.

Traditional Judaism and the Old Testament do not hold many examples of demonic possessions, however there is explicit fear of witchcraft. Jewish tradition itself provided a starting point in the evolution of daimon to demon, coming in the non-canonical Book of Enoch.

Book of Enoch and Other Texts

With a shift to monotheistic religion, there was no longer a broad acceptance of the idea of a "good daimon", or its minor god status. One of the earliest known examples of this theological shift is seen in the Book of Enoch, which illustrates the daimon as being a fallen angel.

The passage specifically describes a group of fallen angels that took human women to be their wives. For this action, God punished them by making

"offspring...born of the fallen union to continue the wrong-doing as evil spirits on earth."

This brings upon the daimon a definite sense of evil to its name. It was no longer something that could be invoked for aid, but rather something to be feared.

Following this, we see that (while not always present in the Hebrew Bible) the demon has weight in the New Testament. There are numerous writings of possessions by demons throughout the Gospels, with one of the first noted incidents being in Matthew 4:24 which states:

"News about him [Jesus] spread all over Syria, and people brought to him all who were ill with various diseases, those suffering severe pain, the demon-possessed..."

This began the tradition of believing that Jesus had the power and the will to drive out these now negative entities. This took away the spiritual autonomy of the daimon, and shoved it to the side of evil.

Those who may have been demonically possessed were not always thrilled to have exorcisms performed on them, especially if it involved the clashing of cultures (particularly that of the Greco-Roman civilizations mentioned earlier). Example of this comes from Acts, where a young girl who had a spirit inside of her is exorcised by the apostle Paul. It says that one day Paul and Silas were walking to their place of prayer, and encountered

"a female slave who had a spirit by which she predicted the future. She earned a great deal of money for her owners by fortunetelling."

She began to follow them around and proclaim that they were there to proselytize (convert), and according to the text Paul became so irritated with this that he cast the spirit out. This angered the men who held her as their property, and they brought Paul and Silas before the magistrates, saying that

“‘these men are Jews, and are throwing our city into an uproar by advocating customs unlawful for us Romans to accept or practice.'"

Yikes.

Daimon and Christianity

During the time of medieval Europe, we see the ideas of Satan really start to take place. This, of course, influenced the ideas of modern demons.

Within the centuries of early Christianity, there was a much stronger belief in the idea of demonic possession, and demons no longer were associated with pagan religions. This tied into play with the idea that humanity was fighting a holy war against Satan and his army of demonic soldiers; demons were no longer entities of pagan faith but rather the direct consequences of failed belief in an Abrahamic God.

It was also during this time that demons became more associated with objects of human "sin", as believed in these religions. Where previously daimons had been associated with earthly realms, this stance easily led into beliefs of lust and other sins being the work of Satan's minions.

One of the ways that the antique Church believed they would be able to triumph over Satan and his demons would be to convert pagan groups to their faith. It is very important to note that the extent disease played a role in the spread of Christianity, is very significant. These later iterations of Christianity held the view that Satan himself ruled over evil, and therefore previous unexplained circumstances attributed to minor gods were now attributed to him. Therefore, disease was included in the list of events that were "demonized". It was then believed that exorcism would be able to cure diseases, and that Christ and Christianity was the ultimate protection against falling ill.

Conclusion

While this is absolutely not all the content in the world on demons and their place in history, global religions, etc., it's a beginners' look into their mythos. I hope this was interesting for everyone else curious in these kinds of topics! Let me know if you'd like any additional posts dedicated to demons, I'll be more than happy to oblige <3

Sources:

Angels and Demons (Britannica)

From Daimon to Demon: The Evolution of the Demon from Antiquity to Early Christianity (Hailey Marie Fuller, Uni of Nevada)

#witch #paganism #witchy #witchcraft #history #demons #demonology #religious #religion and history #culture

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loving-n0t-heyting · 1 year

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the enforcement clause (in the name of the king) of the magna carta is great:

"(61) SINCE WE HAVE GRANTED ALL THESE THINGS for God, for the better ordering of our kingdom, and to allay the discord that has arisen between us and our barons, and since we desire that they shall be enjoyed in their entirety, with lasting strength, for ever, we give and grant to the barons the following security:

"The barons shall elect twenty-five of their number to keep, and cause to be observed with all their might, the peace and liberties granted and confirmed to them by this charter.

"If we, our chief justice, our officials, or any of our servants offend in any respect against any man, or transgress any of the articles of the peace or of this security, and the offence is made known to four of the said twenty-five barons, they shall come to us - or in our absence from the kingdom to the chief justice - to declare it and claim immediate redress. If we, or in our absence abroad the chief justice, make no redress within forty days, reckoning from the day on which the offence was declared to us or to him, the four barons shall refer the matter to the rest of the twenty-five barons, who may distrain upon and assail us in every way possible, with the support of the whole community of the land, by seizing our castles, lands, possessions, or anything else saving only our own person and those of the queen and our children, until they have secured such redress as they have determined upon. Having secured the redress, they may then resume their normal obedience to us.

"Any man who so desires may take an oath to obey the commands of the twenty-five barons for the achievement of these ends, and to join with them in assailing us to the utmost of his power. We give public and free permission to take this oath to any man who so desires, and at no time will we prohibit any man from taking it. Indeed, we will compel any of our subjects who are unwilling to take it to swear it at our command."

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sexcbatman · 2 years

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title cigarettes out the window P1 ( P2 )

pairing : jason todd x latino! male reader

summary : jason needed a drink of something strong and boy did he get something that intoxicated him.

warnings : mentions of alcohol, cigarettes, and skin picking ( anxiety )

authors note: its so bad but wtv. also didnt check for grammar so if theres mistakes im sorry, its two am.

Cheeks painted red his fingers couldn't help but twitch as his throat clogged up. Double checking himself with his phone camera he frowned. Why the actual fuck was his hair not working the day he needed it to work. He was due for what he felt like was a date in the next 3 minutes and fuck was he so nervous. You probably didn't even consider it such but Jason did.

After-all, Jason would grasp onto your 'friendly' gestures and treated it like you were absolutely infatuated with him. It was devastating and delusional, due to the fact you were probably straight. Jason was supposed to be straight, thats at least what he thought. Till he came to a realization a week ago that he sure was fucking not.

Straight people don't fantasize about holding hands and whispering poems softly into the ears of there new a-claimed friends. Every-time he read a romance novel he'd often find himself comparing you to the male lead and him to the female lead. Hell he was even looking to find novels with great gay love stories to fantasize and analyze too.

Pawing at his hair as he lost himself in his thoughts he came to realize he was slightly late. Letting out a distrained sigh, his inner corner of his brows rose with stress. He hasn't been this nervous since him and his ex- Artemis got serious.

Adjusting his shirt, he tried his best to look decent. Mostly everything in his closet was either joggers and plain shirts. Except the tailored suits for gala's, but he wasn't gonna wear a full blown suit to a simple 'date' to the mall. You had invited him to come with you to eat and then go around the mall to look for a shirt due to the fact you had a family reunion thing out of town sometime this week.

Putting his big boy pants on his headed into the mall and headed towards the food court. Looking for a place to sit he spotted a two chaired table and took a seat.

You were about 4 minutes late, feet tapping Jason picked at the skin outside of his nail while anxiety filled his chest. Lips pursing he felt like he had the biggest bitch face on.

Once those 4 minutes turned into 30 he felt like he was gonna cry or probably go be rude to bruce to cope with the fact he was probably stood up.

Sighing heavily he felt dumb, you didn't care for him much so it didn't matter to you. To him though he felt so disappointed like he always did. You were his first guy crush and you grabbed that shit by the throat. Shook it around and spit on it.

“Shit, sorry for being like so late.” Your voice entered his ears causing him to pick deeper into his skin.

“it's whatever, don't care much.” letting out a dry chuckle Jason shrugged and stood up taller in his seat.

“You sure ? You look fucking pissed man.. well I mean — that is understandable literally wasted 30 something minutes of your time but I have an excuse.” chuckling nervously you slid into the seat in-front of him.

“Yeah no duh and it better be a good reason.”

“Man you're literally acting like you're my boyfriend or something.” joking around you pressed your keys on the table and let out a airy laugh. “so basically I accidentally hit this guys rim while reversing, he got pissed and I had to like give him my info. Should've just drove away, its Gotham afterall. No one give's a shit about the tiny stuff.”

“Yeah you should've drove off.” ignoring the boyfriend comment he tapped his aching fingers ignoring the way it was throbbing.

“Anyways, what do you wanna eat? They have Chick-fil-a, Chinese, Mexican, burgers, hot wings and omg Korean hot dogs.” grabbing Jasons hand you stared down at his fingers and frowned softly.

“I'll pay for everything so don't worry bro.” lifting his fingertips up to your mouth you pecked them softly.

Brows furrowing inward deeper Jason tore his hand away, now you just had to be messing with him. How could you do such an intimate gesture than call him bro.

“Can I get a burger with a water, and thanks.” brushing his fingers over the hand you kissed his eyes flicked to your face.

You looked embarrassed, eye lashes blinking rapidly he saw you swallow thickly but recover your fallen expression with a smile.

Getting up from your spot you grabbed slid your keys across the table for Jason to hold than proceeded to walk off.

You felt like shit, you were definitely gonna have a slight dent in your wallet from that rim and Jason was mad at you. Maybe he was annoyed by how touchy you were or the way your voice sounded.

Twisting the rings on your finger you sighed and made it to the burger stand. Ordering Jasons usual burger combo and your own you gave your name then slid your card.

You really cared for Jason and didn't want him to leave. You adored him, platonically of course. Thats at least what you thought but you were honestly questioning because he's all you can think about sometimes.

During your day and work all you can wonder is what he's doing at that moment. You also got really fuzzy while thinking of BESTIE scenarios with him. Wait let's back track because this definitely sounds like a crush.

Holy fuck you liked Jason.

Mouth agape you finally made it to the table, eyes staring at a pretty green eyed male on his phone who was twirling your car keys with his fingers. You shook your head but not in disbelief. You could honestly see why you liked him, he was really your type.

From the personality to his little quirks, “Im back jacey wacey.”

Corners of his lip quirking the white streaked male met eyes with you, “Jacey wacey?”

“Thats your new nickname.” giving a wink you blew a kiss that caused him to advert his eyes. Shit maybe you just made him uncomfortable.

“Hey can I ask you something.” placing his phone down along with your car keys on the table he kept eye contact.

“Go ahead, shoot it at me.”

“Are you like into — um guys? I have this friend and he thinks your like cute.” biting into his lip he looked anywhere but you whilst he spoke.

“Yes.I think? I would kiss a guy and date one, so I guess that makes me into them.”

Jason felt his heart genuinely drop to his asshole, trying to control his glee he smiled. “Cool, cool.”

“Does this friend happen to be you?” asking the question you scooted your seat next to his and peered at him closer.

“Yeah, it's me. I think you're cute, adorable, geeky,cute and sexy all the great combinations.” Grabbing his boldness from the closet, he leaned in close and smirked.

Pressing your lips into Jasons, you felt your heart twist and jump with glee in every muscle of your body. Hand grasping at the back of your neck jason went in for a deeper kiss.

Staying there for what felt like eternity you pulled away realizing you guys were in public.

“The spring sun shows me your shadow,the spring wind bears me your breath.” brushing a strand of your hair behind your ear Jason inhaled softly, “You are mine for a passing moment but I am yours to the death.”

“someones down bad already.” leaning into the back of your seat you wiggled your brows.

“It's rosamund marriot watson.” voice soft Jason shrugged,“What do you mean? I literally despise you for playing with my feelings.”

“ok, play with deez nutz instead?”

#jason todd x male reader #jason todd x reader #jason todd #latino reader #batfam #x reader #male reader #sexcbatman

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if-you-fan-a-fire · 9 months

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"SCRIPTURES QUOTED AS CHATTELS LOADED BAILIFF IS DEFIED," Toronto Globe. August 15, 1933. Page 9. ---- Nothing to Prevent Removal of Seized Furniture, Is Claim Made --- GUARD VETERAN'S HOME --- "A good name is rather to be chosen than great riches, and all loving favors rather than silver and gold. The rich and the poor meet together: and the Lord is maker of them all."

Opening with these words, Alex. Kirkwood, leader of the Christian Workers' Brotherhood in York Township, read from Proverbs 22, as C. Blake defied a bailiff's orders not to remove furniture from his home at 523 Northcliffe Boulevard, after they had been distrained for arrears of rent claimed by the landlord. The chattels were seized on Saturday, and late on Sunday night Blake had them taken out of the house and conveyed to a city address. As the last piece was loaded on the truck Kirkwood read the Psalm in the presence of Blake, his wife and child and other members of the brotherhood, and before leaving closed with a brief prayer.

Blake was not at home when the bailiff called on Saturday, and when his wife was called upon to sign a bond undertaking not to move the articles she positively refused. She claimed that, faced with this affront, the bailiff threatened her before leaving.

Before moving the chattels Blake, had Mr. Kirkwood communicate with Joseph Sedgewick of the Attorney-General's Department. As a result, according to Kirkwood, that official declared that, inasmuch as no bond had been given, there was nothing to prevent Blake from moving the furniture.

All day yesterday two members of the brotherhood were posted at the Northcliffe Boulevard address, thinking that the bailiff might return to claim the chattels, He did not put in an appearance, however, but the men remained until nightfall, standing at either entrance with a Bible in their hands. Had the bailiff called, they told The Globe they intended to block his entrance with out-stretched arms holding an open Bible and defy him to push it aside.

#york township #workers' association #resisting evictions #evictions #evicted #unemployment #unemployment relief #self defence #unemployed organizing #working class struggle #working class politics #direct action #great depression in canada #toronto #christian socialism #proverbs 22

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oceanok · 1 year

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Nov 24th, 2022

Today is Brazil's game day in the world cup. Schools and universities are prohibiting marking tests or assignments presentations at game time, employers are distraining their employees at least 30 minutes before the start of the game, 9 out of 10 people at street are using Brazil's colors. Every Brazil's game is almost a national holiday!

I'm so happy about it, for the first time in at least 4 years I can use the colors of my country without having the wrong interpretation of being a supporter of the unnameable. Even if I'm a little skeptical about the Brazilian national team, I can't help but cheer for their win, gogogo BRASIL SIL SIL

#Football #Soccer #Brasil #Brazil #World cup #not studyblr #Studyblr

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HIHI! Fellow SW shipper here, I'd LOVE to know about your s/i and lore if you have any, and about you and Thrawn if you wanna share? 👀 @captainscyarika

Hiiiii!!

I am more than happy to share some of what I have banging around in the ‘ol noggin! thank you SO much for your message!!

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Opal is a civilian and hails from Naboo. She’s force sensitive, but was never properly trained to wield her powers. She’s talented in communicating with animals/beasts, and generally lacks the skills to use the Force as a weapon- not unless you count her asking her critter friends to take someone down for her. >:3

That being said, should she ever be in a state of intense negative emotion (grief, anger, etc.) she’s been known outwardly project a burst of raw energy that has the potential to send others flying. She tries not to lose her temper.

Something of a bleeding heart, her distrain for the atrocities The Empire has committed isn’t exactly a secret. Yet curiously enough, despite her viewpoints she ended up married to a Grand Admiral of the Imperial Navy. Oof?

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As for the relationship with Thrawn- how they met is through a mutual contact. They bonded over their love of art and art history. Though they have different motives for doing so- both have a fascination for learning about various societies and cultures. And though they have different opinions regarding the Empire, Thrawn actually takes interest in her opposing counterpoints to his logic and sees great inner strength in her as she expresses her passionate ideology.

Arguments between them don’t usually exist. Disagreements never become volatile. They have excellent communication. They’re both something of outcasts amongst their social groups. There’s an understanding between them that can’t quite be explained to anyone else.

After the unfortunate disappearance of her husband during the Battle of Lothal Opal joins the Rebel cause, using her inside knowledge of the Empire and battle-ready pet nexu to help them secure victory. During this time she feels morally fulfilled yet… she misses Thrawn terribly. Deep inside she knows he’s still alive out there. Opal holds onto hope that he may one day return.

I do eventually headcanon a happy ending for the couple (which will probably be an idealistic AU depending on what they do in modern SW storytelling). They’re reunited after the events of the war and live out peaceful lives on Naboo with their twin children!

#ahhhhh this was actually really helpful to write up because a LOT of my SW stuff has been only verbal conversations #thank you for asking me and taking an interest! ;u;#srry this took so long to answer #self insert #artistic admiral husband #star wars self insert #S/I: Bonn

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apptowonder · 3 months

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The Liberties

(A blackout poem from the Magna Carta)

God-king of Ireland sends all the letters,

We inspected the great, late Liberties:

The grace of God sends greetings

to all inspecting the present.

Know that the health

of the souls of our ancestors,

the glory of 'freely' and our good will granted

these liberties written.

The first place is to be free;

grant and give to all the free in liberties,

to have and to hold to them.

If anyone should die,

inheritance for ancient relief:

give less, according to the ancient custom.

A person is under land until age.

The keeper of the age is

reasonable customs and reasonable services,

and this without destruction or waste.

And if we assign land

to anyone else who should answer to us

such a person should answer to us.

The keeper, for as long as he has

that land,

will restore the same condition.

All these things are archbishoprics, bishoprics,

abbeys, priories, churches, and vacant offices,

which ought not to be sold.

After the death, without any difficulty,

her inheritance is to pay anything

she held on the day.

She shall remain in the chief dwelling place.

She will be assigned all the lifetime,

save when she was at the church door.

We will suffice for the payment as long as the debt;

If they wish, they are to have the lands.

The city, of its ancient liberties;

Moreover, we wish that all other cities

are to have all their liberties.

No one is to be distrained;

our court be held in a certain place.

III

Recognizances of ancestor are taken

in their particular counties and in the following way:

We will send our justice to each county,

so that, together, that visitation be completed.

Those which cannot be completed on account of the difficulty

are to be referred to our justice.

A freeman is a small offence,

according to its magnitude, saving his sufficiency;

And any villain other than one of our own

should fall into our mercy;

and none imposed save by the oath of the neighborhood.

No free bridges or bank works save those old right.

No sheriff is to hold our crown.

If anyone should die,

and our sheriff shows

that the dead man owed us,

our sheriff is the good dead man.

Law-men to be removed until the debt is paid,

and the remainder is to be released

to the dead man.

Nothing is owed to us from such a person,

saving the dead their reasonable portion.

No corn or chattels from anyone,

unless money in payment obtains a respite,

by the wish of the seller.

To send a knight into the army is to quit castle guard.

No horses belonging to any churchman or any other lady

(sic)

is to be taken,

nor will we take someone else's timber.

We shall not hold the lands,

all fish on the sea coast to be issued

to anyone in respect.

A free man might measure wine throughout our realm,

and measure ale, corn, dyed cloth, russets, and haberjects.

And it shall be the same for weights as well as measures.

Henceforth there is to be nothing given,

but given freely

and not denied.

VII

If any persons hold fee, or hold land from another,

we are not virtuous.

We are not to have the custody

of any land which is held from another,

the pretext held from us by service

or suchlike things.

No law or oath simply by virtue,

without reliable witness being produced for the same.

VIII

No Free is to be taken or imprisoned;

his liberties or free customs outlawed or exiled or ruined;

No-one will sell or deny justice.

All merchants have been forbidden;

to have safe and secure conduct in leaving and coming,

staying and going.

To buy and to sell: evil!

According to the ancient and right customs.

They are to be attached without damage to their bodies.

The others are to be safe in our land.

If anyone dies holding honour in our hands,

his heir is to give relief

or any other service,

to hold such things in the same way.

No free man is henceforth to sell any land to anyone.

All abbeys have charters

over ancient tenure or possession

when they fall vacant.

No one is to be taken for death.

County court is to be held twice a year,

namely once after Easter,

and again after Michaelmas,

in such a way that every man is to have his liberties;

So that our peace be held,

and so content.

Any religious house

is the gift-to-be,

entirely.

All liberties and free customs

shall be preserved to archbishops,

bishops, abbots, priors, and all others,

both ecclesiastical and secular persons,

just as they formerly had.

All these aforesaid customs and liberties

are to be observed by all of our realm,

both clergy and laity,

insofar as pertains to them in respect.

For this gift and grant of liberties,

we grant to them for us and our heirs.

XII

The liberties contained might be damaged,

and should anything be against this,

it is to count for nothing.

We, holding these gifts, conceed them,

renew them,

wishing all in perpetuity;

In testimony of which we have made these our letters patent.

Witnessed on the day of October in the year of our chance.

#poetry #mine #ok to reblog but please credit

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vietnamtmtlawyersin · 8 months

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Conditions for the property to be transferred: free from claim or dispute from other parties Conditions for property transfer transaction include the following basic points: the transferred property is not in a dispute, complaint, or claim about ownership; the transferred property shall be within the property ownership period, in the case of property owners with a definite term; the transferred property is not distrained for judgment enforcement or distrained to comply legally effective administrative decisions of competent state agencies; the transferred property is not subject to a decision on land recovery or a notice of house clearance or demolition issued by a competent agency…Read more: bit.ly/3orfq5I

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businesslawyersinvietnam · 1 year

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Conditions for property transfer transaction include the following basic points: the transferred property is not in a dispute, complaint, or claim about ownership; the transferred property shall be within the property ownership period, in the case of property owners with a definite term; the transferred property is not distrained for judgment enforcement or distrained to comply legally effective administrative decisions of competent state agencies; the transferred property is not subject to a decision on land recovery or a notice of house clearance or demolition issued by a competent agency... Read more: https://bit.ly/447X75w

#Realestate #RealestatedisputeinVietnam

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harmlesscigarette · 1 year

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The last time this happened you fell / you sank / you weren't enough. The featherbone weight. Now you precipice, you distrain. You are incomprehensible. Now skinrip and shift to fractal ground; concave you slip through and writhe. The featherbone want. - ...the breast-bone bare exposed its keel, the wings dark wet...

Featherbone, erica mena

#the cig smokes #featherbone #erica mena #poetry #cannibalism

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miajolensdevotion · 1 year

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April 27, 2020

Verse: Psalm 57:1-11 Write/ Copy Gods words :

A Prayer for Rescue from Persecutors 57 1 Be merciful unto me, O God, be merciful unto me: for my soul trusteth in thee: yea, in the shadow of thy wings will I make my refuge, until these calamities be overpast. 2 I will cry unto God most high; unto God that performeth all things for me. 3 He shall send from heaven, and save me from the reproach of him that would swallow me up. Selah. God shall send forth his mercy and his truth. 4 My soul is among lions: and I lie even among them that are set on fire, even the sons of men, whose teeth are spears and arrows, and their tongue a sharp sword. 5 Be thou exalted, O God, above the heavens; let thy glory be above all the earth. 6 They have prepared a net for my steps; my soul is bowed down: they have digged a pit before me, into the midst whereof they are fallen themselves. Selah. 7 My heart is fixed, [1] O God, my heart is fixed: I will sing and give praise. 8 Awake up, my glory; awake, psaltery and harp: I myself will awake early. 9 I will praise thee, O Lord, among the people: I will sing unto thee among the nations. 10 For thy mercy is great unto the heavens, and thy truth unto the clouds. 11 Be thou exalted, O God, above the heavens: let thy glory be above all the earth.

What is your Favorite verse(s):

5 Be thou exalted, O God, above the heavens; let thy glory be above all the earth.

Explain in your own words what you just read: My God, have mercy on me, for you I take my shelter. I will take shelter in the shadow of your wings until the failure has passed. I cry out to God Most High, to God who confirm me. He send from heaven & saves me, reprimand those who hotly follow me-God send forth His love & His faithfulness. I am in the middle of lions; I am forced affected to dwell among ravenous beasts-men whose teeth are sharp & arrow, whose tongue are sharp sword. O God, be exalted above the heavens; let your glory be over all the earth. They share a net for my feet-I was bowed down in distrained. They dig a pit in my path-but they have fail in it themself. O God, my heart is immovable, I will sing & make music. My soul! Awake, harp sound & lyre! I will awake the dawn. Lord, I will praise you among the nation; I will sing of you among people. For great is love, reaching to the heaven; your faithfulness reach to the sky. O God, be exated above the heaven; let your glory be over all the earth

What is God saying to you/me : God is telling me that He has mercy to those doesnt know that He exist

Commitment / what will i do : I will sing praise to the Lord God above the heaven

Reference:

https://www.christianity.com/bible/bible.php?q=Psalm+57:1-11&ver=kjv

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mj-blog-spot · 1 year

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Republic v Enriquez (166 SCRA 608)

ART. 102

FACTS: Commissioner of the Internal Revenue served a Warrant of Distraint of Personal Property on the Maritime Company of the Philippines to satisfy various deficiency taxes of said company. The First Coast Guard District acknowledged receipt from the Commissioner of several barges , vehicles and 2 bodegas of spare parts belonging to taxpayer Maritime.

Ramon Enriquez (Deputy Sheriff of Manila) levied on 2 barges of Maritime pursuant to a writ of execution issued in a Civil Case involving Maritime where the aforesaid company lost. Enriquez then scheduled a public auction sale including the aforementioned properties.

The Commissioner wrote the sheriff informing him that the barges were no longer owned by Maritime as the said barges had been distrained and seized by the BIR in satisfaction of the deficiency taxes. This letter was filed on June 19, 1986 at the office of the sheriff.

On June 23, 1986, the sheriff sold the 2 barges and issued certificates of sale to the highest bidder which was the levying creditor.

On June 24, 1986, Commissioner filed a petition for prohibition praying that the respondent be ordered to desist and refrain from further proceedings in connection with the execution and that respondent’s notice of levy be null and void. The CA dismissed the petition holding that the sheriff did not commit grave abuse of discretion.

ISSUE: Whether or not the BIR Warrant of Distraint prevails over the writ of execution issued by an RTC.

RULING: BIR Warrant of Distraint prevails. It is well settled that the claim of the government prevails on a tax lien superior to the claim of a private litigant predicated on a judgment. The tax lien attached not only from the service of warrant of distraint but from the time the tax became due and payable.

In the case, the Distraint was made by the Commissioner long before the writ of execution was issued by the RTC. There is no question that at the time of the writ of execution, the 2 barges were no longer properties of Maritime. The power of the court in execution of judgments extends only to properties unquestionable belonging to the judgment debtor. Execution sale affect the rights of the judgment debtor only, and the purchaser in an auction sale acquires only such right as the judgment debtor had at the time of sale.

There is no further need for petitioner to establish his rights over the 2 barges as evidence clearly proves that the barges are under distraint and in fact seized by the Commisssioner.

*Notice of Levy and Execution Sale annulled. Respondent is enjoined from further proceeding with the sale.

#@judgeprincess

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We have a new citizen in Mount Phoenix:

Lee Seok, who is known by no other name, a 28 year old son of Dagda. He is a singer/rapper and a guest lecturer at Phoenix University.

FC NAME/GROUP: Jung Hoseok (J-hope) / BTS CHARACTER NAME: Lee Seok AGE/DATE OF BIRTH: February 18, 1994 PLACE OF BIRTH: Ilgok-dong, Gwangju, South Korea OCCUPATION: Guest lecturer of Performance art at Phoenix University; rapper, dancer, singer, songwriter HEIGHT: 177 cm DEFINING FEATURES: Slim physique, long and muscled limbs, difficult to gain weights; healthy glowing skin, medium complexion with a warm undertone, naturally fluff and shiny hair; long legs; long and delicate fingers Stern resting face, strong jawlines, high cheekbones, downturned eyes, slightly downturned lips, well-shaped nose and teeth, bright and friendly smile

PERSONALITY: It’s ever a complicated, almost impossible mission to describe exactly who Lee Seok is. There is one thing one can be certain though, that he was built for success. He always aims high and strives to achieve something bigger than himself. It is said that the devil works hard but Seok works harder. Shrewd, focused, composed and determined, he faces adversities and tackles problems with grace and well-thought-out strategies.

He is a pious son, a loyal friend, a reliable partner, a responsible citizen, and a formidable enemy. Despite being deep in one of the most scandalous industries out there, Seok skillfully keeps his private life private. Any attempts to pry into happenings behind the scene will be nipped in the bud, and any schemes to sabotage his legacy will be thoroughly eradicated.

He is noticeably selective when it comes to relationships, usually will treat people the way he deems them deserve. Generally, he is a tactful and gracious man who wants to smoothen out differences rather than arouse conflicts, so those who need their daily dose of drama would not find themselves getting in further than his acquaintance circle. To those whom he genuinely cares for, Seok is softer but also more demanding, possibly coming out as bossy at times as he always wants to assist them to reach their highest potential. Due to the ridiculous expectations he constantly puts on himself, his stress level is usually high, so is his tendency to get depressed and resort to substances as a coping mechanism.

HISTORY: [TW: mention of death, poverty, sickness, substance abuse, crime]

This man’s life, like every life, was plagued with deaths and rebirths.

Born as a golden link of the Lee family’s rusty chain of misfortune, he was named Seok.

His mother, Lee Minji, a one-time promising ballet dancer, had her dream stillborn due to a fateful fall. A few months after her early retirement, her father, crushed under the weight of the debt caused by his failed business, took his own life in Minji’s childhood home.

The Lee’s mansion, along with most of its valuable items, was soon distrained by the banks and debt collectors, leaving Minji and her mother with no choice but to move to a run-down apartment building on the outskirts. Since then, Mrs Lee, a delicate woman in her late fifties who had never before in her life been introduced to manual labour, worked as a sanitation worker at the local hospital. With only an average high school diploma to back herself up, Minji jumped from one menial job to the next, with the biggest income coming from behind the bar of a fancy nightclub downtown.

Minji only sold her mixology skills and not herself, but the temptation of a mysterious man’s smile convinced her to give her heart and soul away. There were no fairy tales in the land of evils, of course. Two months after the paper-thinned romance dissolved and the man faded into memory, Minji found out the seed of life that had sprouted inside her.

Lee Seok was tugged into the world on a crisp early morning, proudly surviving several debates between his mother and grandma about whether he should be allowed to live. Despite Minji’s rather fragile health condition, the delivery was fast and easy. The newborn’s existence was much more welcomed among the Lee relatives once they learnt that Seok was born en caul - traditionally believed a sign of good luck and prosperity to both the baby and his family, and so on and so forth.

Minji and her mother weren’t superstitious, but small financial aid from those relatives started flowing their way since the day Seok came to their humble apartment. And while poverty was often believed to rust human virtues, it was not in this case. Minji and her mother still had to strive to make ends meet, but the kind neighbours somehow became their extended family, helping to look after Seok while both the adults were at work.

Just like that, in the confined living space and boundless love, the cheerful Seok flourished. At the fragile age of four, the boy started to dance along to every Michael Jackson video he had watched on TV. At six, he added cheerful, in-tune gibberish to his solo ‘performances’, and soon started going on ‘tours’ around the neighbourhood. Most of the kids who knew Seok liked him, and their parents or caregivers usually referred to him as “the nice dancing boy”.

On a wintry evening, a month before Seok turned eleven, a teary and worn-out Minji informed her son that his grandmother had gone to the other side. That was the very first time Seok learned about cancer and death, and that having the former almost always guaranteed one’s path to the latter. Since that day, Seok decided to hate cancer. Years later, when he was introduced to astrology and found out that his grandmother was a Cancerian, the irony almost got him choked.

Time flew in no one’s favour. Long-term sleep deprivation and excessive physical labour resulted in a quite long list of chronic symptoms, and Minji was forced to quit her job at the nightclub as she was no longer a good fit. Her manager position at the local supermarket was barely enough for the two to get by. As the whole world was in the depths of the recession, the small chunks of money from relatives also ceased to come.

Before the slump, Seok had been a competent member of the local underground dance group for two years. The family’s financial crisis made him seriously consider quitting dancing and not attending high school, instead finding a job to help his mother out.

“Don’t ever think about that,” Minji, with the rare-to-be-seen sternness in her gaze and voice, told her son once the topic was brought up. “I got you, Seok. You will be going to high school and then to university. You have to get out of here and have a better life, you understand?”

Seok nodded, although he did not really understand why attending university became so big of a deal everyone around him was either dying for it or because of it. Joonho, Seok’s three-year-older best friend, was unfortunately among the ones who were dying because of that university obsession. Yet, despite the misery his family put him through on the daily basis, Joonho kept motivating Seok not to abandon music while giving high school a chance.

As a response to Minji’s effort and Joonho’s wish, Seok maintained an unexpectedly good academic performance at high school, while still nurturing his passion for hip-hop music and dancing. The underground dance group got their first gigs as idols’ backup dancers when Seok hit the peak of 16, and just within a few weeks after their performances, Seok was invited to join a nationwide famous entertainment agency in Seoul as a trainee.

“Does that mean you’ll debut and be famous one day?”

“Soon, mommy, I will. I promise you I will.”

But Minji couldn’t wait til the day her son fulfilled that promise.

It was a serene passing, yet still a little bit too sudden for Seok to handle with grace. Plunging deep in bereavement, Seok lost faith in what the future held, ending up bonding with tobacco and certain substances to cope. It seemed that nothing could hold him back from self-sabotage, not the company’s ultimatum demanding him to immediately sober up or be eliminated and never get back on stage, not the other trainees’ offers of help, not even his best friend Joonho’s begs and tears.

Until one fateful night.

It happened so fast that Seok’s adrenaline-overdosed mind could only take in the stranger’s body and his best friend urging him to run. In hindsight, the report sounded bizarre at best and ridiculous at worst. There were several scratches, skin bursts, and small wounds caused by physical struggle, but there wasn’t inner bleeding, brain injuries, or any damage that could be deemed fatal. The only possible murder weapon found in that dark alley was a rusty thin steel bar. Three different fingerprints were detected on the said bar, Seok’s on one end, the victim’s on another, and Joonho’s scattered everywhere in between.

Seok remembered himself making several trips to the police station, each seemed longer than the last, but also added to his humble list of victories over the burning craving for something, anything, to ease the pain and nervousness. In the sixth month of Seok’s abstinence, his best friend was sentenced to eight years in prison for manslaughter.

With his almost miraculous recovery from addictions, along with the extra-intense training to make up for lost time, Seok was restrained from keeping in touch with Joonho by any means. Excluding the few sneaky, brief visits in prison, the only time he was officially allowed to meet his best friend was at Joonho’s funeral. The chronically frail, kind young man was reported to pass peacefully in his sleep due to a vein bursting inside his brain, a foreseen and probably, expected ending.

Since then, Seok knew nothing else but to practice the art of performance. A few weeks after his eighteenth birthday, he made his official debut as Lee Seok the rapper in a collaboration with the then super pop star from the same company. Lady Luck was on their side since the duo received positive feedback from fans and the public. As the next solo song customized for him was an instant hit, which lasted in the top 20 of Billboard for five months, Lee Seok quickly became one of the most sought-after names in the industry.

Dramas and scandals were the inevitable by-products of fame, yet during the next nine years of his career, Lee Seok was hardly affected by any. All the dirtiest secrets were professionally kept behind the scene, and Seok’s talents, enforced by his shrewdness and hard-earned experiences, had formed an almost perfect fortress protecting him from most malicious intents.

However, as a wise man had said, ‘what goes up, must come down.’ The wrecking ball that caused legit damage was no other but Seok’s beloved manager, the same one who had been by his side since the very beginning. The photos leaked by a sasaeng showed the inside of an infamous nightclub, where the manager took what was alleged to be cocaine, with Seok’s car also seen in the last few images. Even though the driver couldn’t be identified, from the terribly blurry figure behind the wheel, some self-proclaimed hard-core fans swore that they were sure it was Seok.

As the scandal blew up, many and many raced to open an in-depth investigation into Seok’s past. The fact that his deceased mother used to be a bar girl spread all over the internet like wildfire, and many started to sniff the darker side of the story that had been covered since his pre-debut. For the first time in their long-term business, Seok lost his composure towards the manager, and a physical fight took place right in the company’s studio. During the chaos, the manager darted towards Seok with a glass trophy found on the desk. As a reflex, Seok reached his hand out to stop the thing from hitting his face. And just like that, the manager immediately collapsed on the floor, and when Seok crouched down to check, the other man had already stopped breathing.

Flashbacks about that night flooded his mind. Even now that he was completely sober, Seok still couldn’t understand how it could happen. In a great panic, the only solution Seok could think of was telling someone, anyone, the complete truth and letting fate take him where he was supposed to be. Yet, as he was sitting next to the body on the floor to muster up his courage, there was a soft click of the studio’s door open, and someone quietly walked in. Seok turned around and looked up to be greeted by the dove-like eyes of Mark Lee, his new label mate, who looked like he had seen more than he should.

“Hey, hyung-nim…” The younger finally spoke with a hushed voice, the studio’s door was shut tight behind his back.

“You, you’ve seen it all, right?” Seok said, couldn’t tell how much guilt, fear, and bitterness was shown on his face as Mark nodded.

The younger looked like he was carefully contemplating something, mulling it over and over in his head. But Seok was no longer looking, his bloodshot eyes had already fallen back on the floor, didn’t really know what he was waiting for. Another good moment passed before he heard Mark’s voice again, this time closer, as the younger had kneeled down next to him, putting the glass trophy in front of him with a soft thug.

“Hyung-nim, let’s try something. Here, you hold it,” Mark gently touched Seok’s wrist, guiding his hand to take hold of the bottom of the trophy. If Seok was in his right mind, he would definitely chuckle at whatever Mark was planning for them, but not today, definitely not today.

While he was clutching at the end of the trophy as told, his eyes followed Mark as the younger moved to the manager’s motionless body. Seok couldn’t help but frown in great confusion as Mark took hold of the body’s wrist, then guide it so that the fingers touched the head of the trophy.

Both held their breaths. A few seconds later, right when Seok wanted to ask what Mark was doing, a heave speared through the deafening silence. Seok blinked, couldn’t believe his eyes as he watched the manager’s chest moving slightly up and down as if he was only in a deep sleep.

Quite a lot happened after that.

Right on the same night, the manager was hospitalized while Seok went through a total check-up. Except for minor wounds and Seok’s mild panicked state, nothing more serious was found, and the fight was treated as an inside top secret. The next morning, the manager admitted to doing drugs at the nightclub, and that the driver was a trainee and not Seok. To clear off the rumours, the company made an official announcement about their stand on the issue, also including evidence stating that on that night, Seok was at the company practising for his upcoming comeback, which their choreographer and many backup dancers were willing to testify. The probably bad news for his fans was, as recommended by the doctor, Seok was going on a hiatus.

A few days after his hiatus was made official, Seok met up with Mark, again in his private studio, where Mark told him about a fact that made Seok laugh for five minutes in disbelief, followed by a whole hour of gradual realization and acceptance.

“So, you, me, we are…demigods?” Seok asked for the hundredth time, sharp eyes sought any hints of fraud on Mark’s face and in the firm nod of his head, but everything detected was the younger’s bare honesty.

“You’re going on a hiatus anyway, so…why not pay the island a visit? You’ll see a lot more there. And utmost privacy, hyung-nim, no normal humans can bother you there.” The way Mark’s whole being seemed to brighten up at the mention of Mount Phoenix oddly sparkle up his curiosity. And with the last yet most critical piece of information, Seok slammed his hand on the desk as a sign of an important decision being made.

“Fuck yes, I’m heading there!”

PANTHEON: Celtic CHILD OF: Dagda

POWERS: Magic Weaponry: any weapon, or any object used as a weapon either to defend or attack, becomes a taker and bringer of life at his touch. One touch at the business end will bring someone to the precipice of death, while a touch from the hilt will revive them.

STRENGTHS:

He is a 24/7 performer who can dance, rap, sing, even compose songs and play different instruments whenever asked (or not). He is physically flexible and resilient, can recover from sickness and injuries faster than the average others.

Despite his seemingly flamboyant and carefree demeanour, Seok is very serious in whatever he does. It’s safe to say he’s a hierophant behind the fool mask.

He always stays modest, diligent, and willing to learn for the benefit of himself and others.

He is willing to offer help and support to those in need without expecting anything in return. He genuinely just wants to see people happy.

WEAKNESSES:

Seok often feels nervous and worried about a lot of different matters, sometimes all at once, making him stressed and prone to insomnia. Despite his promise to himself to never use weeds or any other drugs, Seok sometimes needs to smoke or drink an excessive amount of coffee to keep himself stable and alert.

He keeps his secrets like pirates to their gold. It’s said that anyone who dares to come close won’t have a good ending. You’ve been warned.

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