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runnning-outof-time · 2 years

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-> John Shelby Masterlist <-

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Last Updated: 2/7

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x Reader Imagines:

— Unrequited: (Y/N) stuck around to help her late friend's partner out with his four kids when she realized that he was in over his head. She finds herself spending a lot of time with his kids, and with him as well. But she doesn't see him in that way.

— I Can’t Lose You, Too: John and (Y/N)'s marriage wasn't built on love. In fact, (Y/N) didn't even think that John was capable of loving her until the day he showed her.

— Fine: Who knew that pottery could be so dangerous when it breaks? Who knew that (Y/N)'s gangster husband lost his mind at the sight of blood? (Y/N) found both of these out at nearly the same time.

— A Not So Rude Awakening: John and (Y/N) have been on a few dates and now he's asked her to stay the night. They spend a normal night in bed, but the morning after is not like (Y/N) thought it was going to be like.

— Fell Hard For You: On a whim, (Y/N) decides to help a man who injures himself while running away from the police. An unlikely relationship then forms from that accident.

— A House Visit: An errand that (Y/N) thought was just going to take five minutes of her time ends up taking the entire night, but she can't complain. It might have just allowed her to meet the love of her life.

— Like Father, Like Son: John Shelby kept striking out on his attempts to get to know (Y/N) better. He didn't know that his chance with her would come with the help of a one-year-old wingman: his youngest son.

— The Tale of Two Brothers: (Y/N)'s known the Shelby family since she was young. Her connection allowed her to help out with what was left behind when the boys went to fight. She finds herself in a bit of a situation when they return from France. A situation that involves feelings coming from two different directions.

— Some Much Needed Comfort...Food: (Y/N) finds John Shelby slumped against the door to his home and quickly decides that she needs to help him. John finds that the way to the heart is actually through a home-cooked meal.

— What’s Her Name?: John quickly becomes enamored by a woman he meets while he's out causing trouble. After he's finished with said trouble, he hopes to find her standing there, but she's gone. So he begins the quest to find out this beautiful woman’s name. The path it leads him on is rather exciting.

— Just Play Along: When the person who (Y/N) feels has been following her gets a little too close for comfort, she makes a quick decision that involves John Shelby and some good acting...or maybe no acting at all.

— Bring It In: Needing some comfort after a horrible break up, (Y/N) goes to the brother she knows will care for her the most. (Sister!Reader)

— Through the Night: John and (Y/N) grapple with the struggle of getting their son to sleep through the night…amongst the other struggles that come along with parenthood.

— Blood On the Carpet: (Y/N) gets a rather pleasant surprise on the morning of her birthday, one that she can’t quite say she’s surprised by…or maybe she is.

— When The Kids Are Away…: John and (Y/N) Shelby very rarely get a night off, so they were going to make the most of it tonight.

Blurbs:

— Hold Your Own: John’s worried when he heard that (Y/N)’s at the shop when the Lee’s break in. She assures him that she’s fine and can hold her own.

— Don’t Go Just Yet: (Y/N) doesn’t let John leave the snug without one last kiss.

— Out For Some Fun: John finds out the hard way that (Y/N) won’t be making him any special food when he comes home at one in the morning.

— Alone Time: John and (Y/N) try to get some alone time, but it’s hard to do when they have four young children.

— A Brief Lapse in the Way Things Usually Are: John shows up and (Y/N)’s door and they share a moment unlike any they’re shared before.

— Desperate Measures: John and (Y/N) find themselves in the same bed after (Y/N)’s original room floods.

— Wrong Room: (Y/N) and John wake up in the same bed after a night of partying. As expected, John’s family doesn’t let the two hear the end of it.

— Autumn Without You: (Y/N)’s getting ready to go off to nursing school when John decides to share a secret with her.

— The Great Snowball Fight: In which (Y/N) and John push it to the limits during their annual snowball fight…and maybe they get a little more than they bargain for.

— The Christmas Market: In which John falls in love with (Y/N) all over again as he watches her go around the Christmas market; filled with joy.

— Baking With the Boys: In which (Y/N) realizes that maybe baking cookies in a house full of boys wouldn’t be as easy as she thought it would be.

— The Greatest Gift of All: In which John and (Y/N)’s little family grows by one on one of the merriest days of the year.

— Stop Showing Them!: (Y/N) gets the embarrassment of a lifetime when she finds her boyfriend showing his family her childhood pictures.

— A Run In With Her Past: A night out with Ada ends in injury, making John want to do nothing other than seek out the man that cause (Y/N) harm.

— Don’t You Dare: It’s no surprise that things have to get a little messy on John and (Y/N)’s wedding day.

— That’s Not What Dad Said: (Y/N) gets a surprise when she and John’s oldest child asks a rather interesting question out of the blue.

— Gangsters Have Feelings…?: John calls on (Y/N) when he’s having trouble coping with the decisions of his brother, Tommy. (Y/N)’s quite honestly surprised to see this side of him.

— A Happy New Year: (Y/N) meets a charming man by chance while at a New Years Eve celebration.

— But I Got Your Mind Off of It: John manages to talk (Y/N) off the ledge before she blows up the longest relationship she has over something so silly…which happens to be something she’s also done before.

— More Fun to Miss: (Y/N) lets John have a piece of her mind when she sees him (against her wishes) for the first time in three weeks at a club. (Modern AU)

— Run in with a Cousin: Michael hits on (Y/N) one night at the Garrison. Michael doesn’t know that (Y/N) is John’s girl. (Y/N) tries to figure out why John reacts the way he does…in the process she learns of a family member she didn’t know John had.

— Wasn’t Expecting You: After being away for weeks, John decides to surprise his wife. She becomes so surprised by him that her reaction isn’t what he was expecting.

— Exactly Like That: Two friends become a something a little more than that when John lets those three words slip.

— I Don’t Care What They Say: John hears what he needs the most after learning about (Y/N)’s parents’ opposition of their engagement.

Headcanons:

— there’s nothing here yet…

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maxwelldotexe · 6 months

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I get my music recommendations from warrior cats amvs and pottery time lapse videos

#jivs speaks

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cunningmosswords · 10 months

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#04 Hail to the Golden Hour

Sunbeams and Shadow Seams

“My shadows don't wander far, they shimmer and stutter"

The fourth issue of Cunning Moss Words is focused on themes of sunbeams, sunflowers and strawberries. This one is for those who weren't fond of following the sun and preferred to hide in the in-between. Here is a bit of summer's past and competing to grow strong amongst all the other seedlings.

This home is full of sunbathers

While I be left as a shadow seeker

Looking for ways to escape the rays

Like a vampire who can’t stand the sunny days

However, the others thrive under sunlight

And sleep peacefully in moonlight glare

While I stay awake with crescents under eyes

Fingers counting time as day slowly arrives

I wonder why the shadows frighten me in the dark

And save me in the light of the high up sun

Seasons change and weather changes quicker

Turns on you next before you notice

They hail a storm while sun burns in its setting

Clouds parting like heaven veils

I become awe stuck with its golden hour

Hands rise up like my muscles know nothing more

I’m catching the glory sun

Embracing, facing just a small touch

And my shadows don’t wander far

They shimmer and stutter

But they are there

Watching sun meet flesh

To dance with it as it sets

Shadows still- cast into darkness

Leaving the lapse of the living and the dead

In fractions of burning fire till it all rests

Left me awake, bones cold

Forgetful and suddenly eager for the warmth

Sunbeams spread across many days that summer and for many summers after. I could have sworn the sun wasn’t that warm before as I hid from the beam's reach under oak tree shade, parked, sitting on a dirt ash bench. I am dressed in a blue chequered dress with threads that itch, my hair tied back in a high ponytail guarded with brown elastic, dinosaur cap on, eyes protected with pink sunglasses, a colour I later happily disown. In the shade I stayed, squinting at the girls who soaked in the sun- how they could stand its warmth I wasn’t too sure, all while the boys played football in summer shorts, which wasn’t allowed in the girls’ uniform code. This is where my dislike for dresses certainly grew, and my like for chequered things rose with it.

At some point I took to digging at that ashy dirt with my shoes and found discarded sticks, digging at the earth that had dried expecting to find gold in the cracks left behind. There were odd things to find but no dinosaur bones to match my stegosaurus hat, instead I pulled up odd pottery parts and abandoned vegetable roots from a garden long lost. I think about how they grow and grow and where they all go, into the dirt like nerves and still stay after the growing stopped. Lost within that ashy dark soil, far from the reach of the sun.

Our school tasked us with growing sunflowers that year. Grow them tall, strong and steady so that they reach up to the sun. I was small and severely unsure what good came from the sun that burned, what was the point of reaching up and following it like a god without any thought to draw off course. In biology they pointed out that sun and light meant life and the dark and cold will be the fall. The dark side of the moon would kill you in its darkness but somehow the shade was mercy in the heat of the beams that were burning shoulders and frizzling hair, sun leaving marks on skin where the lotion hadn't done its job, where the skin was bare. People looked for the shade and shadow to cover their skin in the desert warm, bend their time and thrive in the dark rather than in the scorching life giving/taking light.

So with scattered small seeds we were tasked to make something. They rolled on my palm across my own life lines before being planted into the dark soil beds. Mum and dad supervise as soil spills across the table and to make sure I know not to drown them in water before they have a chance to breathe in the shadows. How the seeds knew they were meant to grow to the light in all the darkness, I could not say as I was clueless on the matter. I don’t think I paid attention to the process in biology that year, just at the colour of petals that little seed was meant to thrive into. The seeds were planted and the pots sat, left on the window sill where the sun high could reach them.

It was a late day, further down the lane, a slow low sun sitting type of day, where things blur, light stirs and takes its time to bid goodbye. It was that type of day when I visited the neighbours house that's down the street. I'm there to play games with a girl my age who is as cold as the fall month she was born in. She is not shy or nervous, she is straightforward and stands tall, and is for a fact taller than me and acts years ahead then the one she's born in. She has a mum with a kind smile, a dad who always looks tired but hides it behind his laughter and there’s an older brother who is immersed in playing video games but occasionally chases us down the stairs with cheer instead of daggers.

We spend what is left of daylight hours venturing through the rickety gate in the garden that leads to an open field where plants are growing and the sound of trains echo, rolling by on nearby tracks. The field is better than the one at school, here- trees surround all the edges and it feels cooler and calm in the low setting sun. Amber hues fill the air and make their way through the shadows right into the centre. The path is made of loose dirt kicking pebbles and the sun haze murmurs in the view. The sound of crickets make their way through the long grass and if there was a time to find a garden snake, here would be a fitting spot. My thoughts are wandering and absorbing when she stops and points to our summer class project.

My eyes want to squint and look away, not from the typical summer blinding light but at how tall her sunflowers have grown here in this patch of grass not far from her home. Her coldness turns into a proud smile. My sunflowers barely grew, maybe it was the limited sun in the window spot, unlike hers that have grown metres tall and are out here absorbing every drop of skys warmth. Without a doubt her sunflowers match her eagerness to grow and the years that she wants to pass her by so she can shoot up as quickly as they do, find, latch onto the beams of the sun and continue on the constantly looping growing song. Maybe I don’t have green thumbs to grow such tall flowers or it is because her flowers grow like her, to envious to be taller, older and off on her own then at home with a family who smiles but hide their disappointment that there child doesn’t care for her youth and any sweetness in her has spilled like the overripe strawberries in this field.

The girl’s smile from proud becomes cunning and leading. She tells me what I’ve done wrong, why I ain’t growing like the flowers grow and in part, I think could not stand the height and repeating cycle of waking with the light and following it upwards and onwards. My eyes stay downcast watching the shadow’s of the sunflowers tall shoots move and merge with mine, hugging me or mocking me, they somehow equal in height while my nostrils fill with rotting strawberry juice. Pink, red spills on the pebbles and I imagine tongue stringing and knees bleeding. I want to curl up like my single sunflower. She continues her talk and corrects me on every wrong word and I wondered if she wanted to play games at all. I don’t feel keen to follow her orders or burning words.

The sky starts to set and we rush inside, but I miss not seeing the amber fall and that day I realised not everyone wants to stay young when they are in such a rush. The sunflowers move and their shadows wave goodbye, we reach the front door and move to part with our own goodbye. Her mother comments on how kind and sweet I am and I can see the girl's proud, cunning, leading smile drop, eyes glare- I think she may never have had any sweetness in her, just strawberry rot.

Her words stay with me though, nag at me. I replanted my sunflower in the front garden patch the following day. It withers on its own. Head lost to follow the shadows, struggling to capture the sun. I sit with it in a shady spot and hope by growing I won’t easily collapse, collapse and fall apart. The sun still burns and part of me thinks the bare sun was too much for a sunflower who got along better with the shadows. I am up as soon as the amber fall returns and dad calls, I watch the oranges hit the corridor and smear white into gold.

I still think about the sunflower vs the sunflower patch. The height, the heat, the burning and the sun so high up that the world follows it gladly in its setting. It’s odd how few sunrises I have witnessed and the amount of sunsets I’ve seen but don’t remember clearly. I can recall the rise and fall in small moments and flashes, maybe because that’s how they really last, dawn and dusk, just seconds of the rising and falling sun before night floods the orange pinks to navy blues- to become the dark.

So when the golden hour catches hold of me, it strikes me with its light that I feel an indefinite peace. Then it was lost as soon as it had arrived, the noise returned in its wild directions and I forgot the world had a hold on me just for a minute. Continue typing, walking, working, breathing, living before the thought of sleeping.

#writing #original poems #substack #prose #thecunningmoss

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artleaguemdcnorth · 1 year

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Ceramic class , Level 1 working with tile. Level 2 works with art platter. 2/9/23

We will meet up at 9am in the ceramic room.

Level 1

For the first assignment, you will work on this tile the following days:

Thursday 2/9/22

I want to go over some important recommendations regarding handling of clay and regarding the first assignment.

If you found a culture whose pottery inspires you, I would like for you to try and copy some of the designs then try to create your own motifs inspired by your studies.

Now on to some tips:

Clay is pliable and very welcoming to our hands.

It is also very relaxing when you are working with it.

There is a tendency to over touch and play with the clay that can have negative effects such as drying and cracking. I try not to play with it to the point that it becomes dry.

That is an important tip to keep in mind as you work.

Work quickly and try not to handle it too much.

For your first assignment you are going to make a tile that measures 8 x 8 inches.

I like to use a wooden board covered with canvas to work with clay.

See the photo below with my clay tile.

Lay out a slab of clay.

We need to flatten the clay to about ½ inch in thickness.

I use a roller but if you do not have a roller, you can try and flatten it with your hands.

You can pat the rectangle with your hand slightly as I have demonstrated in the time lapse above. There are various ways I do that.

Once you have the rectangle you will score the clay to create nine spaces.

You will now work each space to create as much variety of marks as possible within each space without repeating your self.

A note about marking :

Use a pencil with a rounded tip to do this.

The clay is not a piece of paper.

You are not drawing .

This is a three dimensional material where you are going to create relief marks on it. This means some areas will be higher and some lower. You can also add clay to your tile.

This assignment will have both subtractive and additive components.

See below how I added some forms and I have pressed down other forms to my clay tile.

You do not want to scratch the clay or make faint light lines.

The reason for this is that once you fire the clay those faint marks disappear and the scratched marks become like tiny knives that will cut your fingers.

You want to have rounded marks that are as deep as the graphite tip of pencil.

You can mark and you can also add clay shapes to the spaces. It is up to you how you work the design in your tile.

When you finish working for today wrap the tile with plastic or cellophane to keep the clay moist from one day to the next.

Do not place moist clay directly on the canvas when you put it away.

Wrap plastic or saran wrap around the entire tile and then palce in a dry, light area of your home.

DO not store in a humid dark space or it will create mold.

Another quick tip I use for inspiration is using the Pinterest App for this class to get ideas and tips.

If you want to do so , try this search on it for ideas:

hand built ceramic tiles clay

You will work with the tile Three days depending on when you start the project. I will add additional videos as I see how you are progressing with the tile.

I am hoping to add new assignments for this class on a weekly basis, every Thuesday.

Most times, you will have two class days to complete assignments.

Every class take a photo of what you have accomplished by the end of class day as you will post that photo on your Tumblr.

For example day one title it on your Tumblr as follows:

Ceramic Tile ½

On the second day it would be

Ceramic Tile 2/2

Good luck and have fun!

One last thing as clay dries it is fragile and can break so always handle your work carefully.

Stay on task and focused.

Keep in mind that working with clay we will go through various phases:

Creating, drying time, bisque firing, glazing and final firing before a work is complete.

Drying time is affected by the humidity of the location.

We can not fire wet clay, only when is thoroughly dry (Bone dry).

Below find some interesting ideas from Pinterest:

Level 2

Similar instructions to ceramic tile. You will work on it Tuesday and Thursday.

You will use newspaper as a mold to hold your platter.

Lay out 2lbs of clay and roll it with a rolling pin.

Remember to keep the thickness to almost ¾ of an inch.

Once the platter has become slighty leather hard you will begin to do any of the following below:

a) carve (subtractive)

b) add to the platter (additive)

c) or paint using and underglaze.

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owensteen2 · 2 years

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claypigeonpottery · 11 months

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I couldn’t remember if I posted the time lapse of this piece. If I did… here it is again!

#pottery #ceramics #sgraffito #ceramic #carving #ceramic art #before and after #timelapse #time lapse pottery #time lapse #video #owl #bird art

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ascene-ofdecora-andpunk · 3 years

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A super self indulgent Zagreus based stimboard. No icon for it, but its still Zagreus, from the game Hades! I've been kinfirming like crazy recently since I've been playing a lot cause its a hyperfixation.

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bigmammallama5 · 5 years

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Today I attempted to start rehydrating my casserole body to try to adjust it because the lid STILL won’t fit... and I tried some shapes I don’t normally do. I’m hoping a few will work for my raku workshop in June.

#arting #pottery #also go to my insta in a few minutes for a time lapse of one of those tall ones #it has fun intentions

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tsaritza-mika · 3 years

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The Main Six LI’s as YouTubers!! Because why the hell not!?

Nadia

Nadia has a few things on her channel, and it keeps her image very intriguing to her subscribers

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Often has Asra and Portia over to demonstrate different skin tones and types

Nail art anyone?

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Also well known complex puzzle solver! Subscribers and professional puzzle builders send her things to try and solve. Her favorite ones usually take many varying methods to figure out a single phase before unlocking the next

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She waited until after gifting Portia a three-foot music box to post the reaction video

Asra

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Loves that special time of year when all the new clutches are ready to hatch and he and Faust can welcome them into the world!

Tips on proper housing, feeding, and reptile care

Explanations on the hows and whys of snakes and various other lizards he’s come to know on his own, and with Faust’s help!

Bo-Ho pottery? Jewelry and homemade clothes? Damn tootin’!!

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TRAVEL BLOG VIDS!!!

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FOOD REVIEWS!!! From the weird to the fashionable, from the savory to the salty and even to the sweet, Asra’s got your international foodie hookups, and you’re not gonna want to miss a second!

Julian

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Dating Sims and how to unlock every character and special ending

SURGEON SIMULATOR!!!

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Ways to tame that crazy, curly mane and other cool hairstyle collab vids with Nadia!!

Cottage core ASMR w/ purring sounds provided by Pepi!

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rosesareviolentlyread · 4 years

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WIJ Day 3: Love

WOO the first actual prompt is here. This is a modern magic world heavily inspired by @0idril0 and @whumpywhumper‘s Nico & Markus/Lucien series respectively. I HIGHLY recommend you check them out. So this is meant to be an introduction to Pastor John/The Reverend, who is my first attempt at an intimate whumper. Thanks to @ashintheairlikesnow for inspiring the Reverend with Bram, def check out all her stuff if you haven’t

CW: religious whump, creepy whumper, whumper who doesn’t think they’re a whumper, kinda abusive relationship vibes, drugging, taking advantage of someone’s emotional state

John sits, listening to the record player in the corner crackle with the sounds of a congregation’s singing. His students tease him for being a ‘hipster’, but there’s something satisfying about their amateur voices, captured imperfectly, naturally, using a technology that reminds him of pottery, or weaving. Sound pressed into something physical, ethereality brought to his fingertips, his ears, across time.

It’s a pleasant evening all around. John savors every detail as he takes a sip of scotch - a gift from a colleague in Edinburgh - settling into the thick leather chair by the fireplace, just musing in his mind while he waits for the brownies to be done. Perhaps he should grade, or write a lecture, or work on his sermon. But these moments in time, of being in his body, of feeling fire in his throat as sparks flick out as his toes, these are God’s moments, moments of perfect creation and harmony.

But still, he isn’t bothered by the knock on his door, despite the late hour. The students know his door is always open. He’s become used to them coming to his couch after a late temptation, or perhaps a lapse in their faith. Perhaps just a personal dilemma. The community too, though they typically take the ‘door unlocked’ policy as is.

No, the timidness of the youngest in his flock always brings a smile. It seems no matter how many departmental or congregational dinners he hosts, how many times they come knocking, they always knock. It is part of their youth, not cemented in their beliefs, in knowing that God will provide. So he provides, until they can become sure, can understand how a trinity of a different kind, God, his Son, and their Pastor, will be there for them. They are lambs, learning to stand on their own legs, which is why this is his favorite place to shepherd.

“Coming!” He calls out, setting the glass carefully on a coaster before opening the thick door to the cottage. It takes a few blinks to clear his eyes from the rush of cold air that assaults them. The weather always seems to surprise him, just one of many things in this beautiful world.

But what doesn’t necessarily surprise him is to see, red-rimmed eyes, a flushed tear-tracked face delicately wrought in its complexion, set upon a lithe frame that hides immense strength, an immense spirit that positively glows normally with ash-blonde hair and bright gray-blue eyes. Faith. A sense of calm comes over him, a release of tension he hadn’t realized he’d been holding for days.

“Oh, my girl, I was hoping you’d come by” Before she can get a word out, John wraps strong arms around her, enveloping her in a warm hug. Immediately he feels the telltale shake of her shoulders, small hands gripping the back of his sweater tightly, a damp spot right near his heart growing.

Yes, John expected this. For how long, he isn’t entirely sure. Perhaps, always. Perhaps, because somewhere in him, he knew God had bigger plans for them both.

Faith had been a special student to him, from her first year intro course in the Theology department. A bright girl, a good girl, who believed with her heart and soul in Jesus’ saving grace for even the most dastardly of sinners. He hadn’t recognized it well at the time, but even he had fallen prey to the negativity within the church, the ones who said Supernaturals were truly the devil incarnate, incapable of being saved.

But Faith, she took it upon herself to prove them all wrong. She’d been hesitant to propose her thesis to him, as her advisor. A piece to study the beliefs and communities of Supernaturals locally, from a theological and sociological perspective, in order to understand how those beliefs might be reconciled with modern Christianity. A piece that would allow for the Evangelical church she came from to see the same possibility of salvation she did. To choose love.

“It’s alright, shhh. Why don’t you come in? The brownies for tomorrow’s potluck are almost done. I’ll put on some tea, dandelion right?” Gently, he pried her away from him, thumbing tears as she sniffled away the last of her outburst.

“Thank you, Reverend. I just...I didn’t know where else to go. Yet.” The downcast of her eyes nearly breaks his heart at the cruelty of this world. For his fellow Christians had chosen to hate, to cast her out of their flock, after she bared her thesis, her work, no matter how unfinished. All because of what she was.

Peter 1 4:8 comes to his mind: Above all, love each other deeply, because love covers a multitude of sins.

So what if she was truly born Fae, a natural sinner of the largest proportions. Does her desire to be saved, to save others, to feel Jesus’ healing light not garner love in them?

Her desire, her faith, does in John’s chest, a warm feeling better than the finest scotch as he gently leads her to couch, leaving her with some tissues to compose herself.

The moment feels so right the longer he’s in it. The brownie timer goes off right as he enters the kitchen, and he pulls them out. Perfect. He leaves them to cool as he flicks on the kettle, fingers moving through his vast collection for just the right blend. Dandelion, reminiscent of shortbread cookies, Faith’s favorite. They’ve shared so many cups over late night thesis meetings, church group meetings, dinner meetings that the box has only one left. Pulling out the last packet, he tucks away in his mind to buy more boxes.

They’ll go through a lot he imagines, in the next few months. It’s easy to prepare, like a moment meant to be, as he lets the tea steep, adds two spoonfuls of sugar, and drops in the pills, stirring until they dissolve evenly.

He brings it all out, tea, brownies, to the couch, where she’s already claimed a throw. It’s good, he thinks, that she already feels at home here. It’ll be easier that way.

“Thank you,” her hands grip the warm mug, breathing in the steam, and he watches attentively as she takes a sip. “It’s been...I was scared. That you’d turn me away too”

“My dear, you have never had anything but love for Jesus and God in your heart. Why would I believe something like this would change that?”

Of course he had been worried, in the beginning of her thesis, that she would be swayed. That they would convince her with their wicked tongues, guile her with magic and false miracles, false idols. Yes, now that he looks back, perhaps he did see it all coming. No, she hadn’t been swayed.

But she’d swayed him. To believe in the possibility of truly saving those damned souls. So much that he’d begun his own research, his own plans, prepared for the possibility. And now, it appeared God’s plan was working perfectly, dropping her right on his doorstep on the eve of her transformation between worlds, an apostle for a new era

“Everyone else seems to think that, that this is wrong. How though? How can being who I am, the person God made me, be wrong?” Her voice is quiet in the night, barely above the crackling fire in its hoarseness, tinged still with tears.

“He does nothing wrong. He made you this way for a reason, so that you may show others. Think of it, your work, is this not His plan?” John tries to keep the excitement out of his voice, to remain calm, collected. Gentle. Yes, he must be gentle, to do this in love for the Lord.

She pauses, sipping more. “I...I don’t know. I just, I need some time, I think. I was walking to the bus stop when I passed your house and thought...I don’t know. I guess I hoped there’d be something I could come back to, when I was ready” Her eyes stare into the surface of the tea, growing distant. Tired. It’s working fast, he knows, likely due to her exhaustion from the past few days.

“It’s alright to not know. The Bible does not have all the answers, but it leads us to where we need to find them. Perhaps that’s why you came here. Why don’t you get some rest, stay here tonight. Tomorrow is a new day, a new chance for you to find your way.”

“Thank you, Reverend. That..that sounds nice. You’re right, I need to-o-o-o” the sentence is interrupted by a yawn and he chuckles.

“It sounds like the only thing you need right now is a good night’s rest. Come on, I promise this couch may be old, but she’ll service you well. She’s saved me from several late night grading sessions” Taking the tea, he lets her settle down, and grabs a quilt from the closet - a gift from an older parishioner - and tucks it around her.

“Goodnight, Faith. Sleep well, tomorrow will be a busy day” she mumbles something slurred, incomprehensible under the effect of the drug. Still, he sits and waits, gently petting the silky hair until her breathing fully evens out, deepens into a rhythm that could be a lullaby to itself in his ears.

So beautiful, so wonderful, so perfect. Truly, this is his and her purpose: to show that the souls of the supernatural can be saved through Jesus’ light.

It is with that thought that he picks up the limp bundle of girl, and carries her down into the basement.

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Ahhhhhh, I only finished "The Rise of Kyoshi" on Sunday but immediately my mind has been overtaken by Kyoshi's story. Especially, her lovely relationship with Rangi! So, in order to get this fire out of my head I wanted to explore some events of the books from Rangi's perspective. Here is the first chapter surrounding the events of the first few chapters.

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Burning Thoughts

Chapter: Mansion

Ragni did not give her opponent the time to react to her attacks, her fists blurred in front of her in a storm of quick jabs, she felt the heat of her chi travel through her arms to her hands and burst forth as incandescent fire, “Yaaaaah!” she let loose her war scream as the storm of fire burst across the training room at a blinding pace. Any lesser bender would have balked under the sudden barrage - a non-bender would have ran for cover. Rangi’s opponent did not stand idle or run for cover but instead stepped into the oncoming attack. Her opponent raised a right leg in Crane stance and brought it down in a single motion - an arc of fire sprang into being and cut through Rangi’s barrage like it had all been nothing. She noticed with ire that the force of the new flame snuffed out many of her own fire jabs - again, as if they were nothing.

Rangi’s mother, Hei-Ran, former headmistress of the Fire Nation’s Royal Training Academy for Girls was not like most opponents.

Her mother’s fire cut came directly for Rangi, and she had to bite down a curse - due to the fact that she was acutely aware that unless she wanted to go up like a light torch she needed to move aside. Again she cursed to herself as she leapt to her right, as soon as she had cleared the flame she had already begun to move her body into a low body crouch for a counter-attack but as she had predicted would happen her mother had used the momentary lapse in her daughter’s offense to close the gap between them with blinding speed. Time seemed to crawl to a snail’s pace as Rangi’s body settled into a stable enough stance that she could use another firebending technique to produce a double wave of flame by bringing both of her hands upward - anything to force Hei-Ran away. The bout would be over as soon as the older woman was within arm's length of her - again a fact she was acutely aware of that seemed to nonetheless scream inside of her head.

No sooner had she let the chi ignite with her arms swinging upward she cut off the flow of flame which winked out as quickly as it had appeared. She had not been fast enough.

“I yield,” Rangi said, she forced herself not to wince - more at the disappointment and frustration in her own voice than Hei-Ran’s fist inches from her face - though her mother had not ignited her firebending she could still feel heat radiate from them. A common technique that Rangi knew how to do as did every single firebender - it was a threat, a command to surrender. Still, the emotions she breathed was nothing next to the controlled response from Hei-Ran.

“I’ve seen children half your age with stronger fire jabs than those fire lights, Rangi.” Hei-Ran looked down at her. Firebending did not come from an outside element like that of the other arts - but from the chi inherent in a firebender’s own body - the power to create fire at a whim was powerful and dangerous. The first lessons that were drilled into Rangi and every firebender she had even known was control over their emotions. To lose control was to become nothing more than a chained beast belching flame in utter futility.

“I apologize,” Rangi bowed in deference - Fire Nation society stressed hierarchy as a core social tenant. In failing today she had disappointed Hei-Ran twice - as a student and as a daughter.

“I know you can do better,” Hei-Ran sighed and nodded her chin down, a mix of pride and concern written over her face, “I’ve seen you do much better. Your calm is off. Something is bothering you.”

An altogether different emotion fluttered in her chest like a bird trapped in a cage. Something must have shown on her face as her mother raised an eyebrow almost immediately. By the spirits, Hei-Ran could be as persistent as a vulturehound - trying to run away from the subject would only leave Rangi tired and on her last legs.

“It’s just...I can’t stand, Kyoshi!” Rangi gasped in exasperation and immediately wished the words would crawl back inside of her mouth.

“Oh?” Hei’Ran’s mouth quirked with no small amusement, “I thought you two were such good friends…”

“I mean...how she acts so meek to those brats in the village!” Rangi burst with a huff, she ignored the fact that they were all just about the same age, “They taunt her and she just takes it like she was made of stone.”

“Hmm. It would most likely go better for Kyoshi in the long run if she had ambushed and destroyed the leader of her tormentors to send an example to the others.” Hei Ran had shifted down into a sitting position, which Rangi had unconsciously copied. Her earlier hesitation warred with the good sense her mother had spoken. She had given similar advice to Kyoshi earlier that day had she not? The moment reminded her that many saw Rangi herself as a smaller version of Hei-Ran, again a common social norm among the old, noble families of the Fire Nation. It was a sign of respect and honor to her mother - though she had to admit there were still a great number of differences between them.

“At times I feel tempted to do so on her behalf.” Rangi said and frowned. She had heard of Kyoshi’s...problems that lived in the village from snippets here and there in the form of gossip between other members of the household staff of Jianzhu’s mansion. Not that she was particularly friendly with many of the household staff - the vast majority of them were not worth the breath to talk to, an opinion she had formed rather quickly from their own whispered jealousies of Kyoshi and their fear of Rangi. Again, not that they had told her any of this directly - she had been trained in infiltration and evasion tactics - and she had learned quite a bit from the staff when they thought their employer or his guests were within earshot.

Today had been different from what she knew, the village idiots that taunted Kyoshi had either been too swept up in their petty bullying of Kyoshi or perhaps too hopeful to catch a glimpse of the Avatar. Rangi had spotted the them as they climbed the path back to the mansion, taken in that they had followed Kyoshi well past the the point that Rangi had noted previously they would normally turn back, and had wordlessly used her firebending to propel herself over the perimeter wall and sprint at a full pace around it and then unnoticed into a tree not far from the gate.

A part of her had been extremely disappointed when they had not burst into flame at the single, first look she had given them. That was a firebending technique it was said that could only be mastered by the greatest fire sages, but Rangi had still tried. Instead they had the sheer audacity to run away like the cowards that they were and hurl the jar of pickled kelp into the air. She had tried to get Kyoshi to use her own earthbending but no matter how much she had pushed her friend the taller girl had not moved at all - no, that was not totally true.

Kyoshi had finally acted - by jumping on top of her to save her from what would have been a shrapnel storm of kelp and pottery shards. The memory of it even hours later caused something inside of her chest to feel like it wanted to burst in protest - at Kyoshi or her own actions she still was not sure. She knew several ways to unlock an opponent’s grapple and had exercised their use at plenty of opportunities in the junior corps. When Kyoshi had shielded her Rangi had felt strangely paralyzed in the other girl’s long limbed embrace, she remembered the smell of sweat and earth and it had not been unpleasant at all.

Then she had snapped back into her head and had pummeled on Kyoshi until she had let them both stand. The jar had been fine, somewhere Avatar Yun had been watching them and had saved the day - not that a broken jar would have been a disaster the likes of villages burned and the spirit world falling into chaos. Still, it had needled her that Yun had to have step into the situation at all - it was beneath him. Though, perhaps her reasons were not totally fair. Then of course Kyoshi had gone and said the utterly cheesy yet also charming words of calling Rangi a strong hero that would always protect her.

Rangi had rolled the words over and over in her head so much that she had not even noticed that she followed Kyoshi into the kitchen. She had been surprised but in her mind had executed a well-ordered retreat, she had reminded Kyoshi of her gift duties, then complimented her on her rank of being above a scullery maid and had left. She had memorized Yun’s schedule and she had known he would be in his firebending training with her mother so she had returned to the barracks until they had concluded. Something though had happened to Yun though as when she had arrived to see him only her mother had been there. Before she could press further Hei-Ran had pushed for them to train together.

“You are the Avatar’s bodyguard, Rangi, not a servant girl’s” Hei-Ran frowned at her but she noticed there was something off, her mother had paused slightly as if something weighed on the older woman’s mind, before she continued, “You will be his sword and shield, his will and his guide. You must not forget nor waver from your duty.”

“I know mother.” Rangi bowed her head in deference once more. She paused before she continued, she wanted to find the words how important Kyoshi was...to the Avatar, “I just want to ensure harmony in the household around Yun. Kyoshi is...close to Yun” at Hei-Ran’s alarmingly inquisitive eyebrow raise Rangi knew she needed to backtrack, “That is, she often attends to Yun’s needs” a part of her blanched at the possible connotation she had uttered, “She is an ear he can talk to, we are all the same age and she is not someone who expects something from him or a servant who is over-awed by him.”

“I will...trust your judgement on that, Rangi” Hei-Ran replied, “You aren’t mistaken. Yun has requested that Kyoshi join us when we travel to the Eastern Sea to negotiate with the daofei Tagaka and the Fifth Nation.”

“WHAT? WHY-” Rangi stopped herself, she needed to control the volume of her voice. She had practically shouted the words, “Why...why would he want her to come with us to deal with those dishonorable, pirate scum!?!”

On force of habit her hands curled in and out, as if she was squeezing the life out of an invisible person. Yun! What game was he playing at? The Fifth Nation were slaving pirates and despite the promise of a peaceful accord Rangi had very little faith the affair would be bloodless. Why else would Jianzhu also want to bring a compliment of guardsmen with them? He was her charge and her friend but there were times when it boggled her mind about how impulsive and reckless he could be - perhaps he was a fine enough successor to Kuruk.

Her face scrunched together with worry as she thought of all the ways that Kyoshi would be in danger out on an iceberg in the middle of the sea. Kyoshi certainly cut an imposing figure with her height but how could Yun expect a girl who let the village brats walk all over her deal with the presence of pirates?

A thought brought her whirling mind to a sudden crash. If this was all some sort of clever scheme by Yun to impress Kyoshi...

“He said he wanted someone normal there. Kyoshi does fit the girl, besides her height.” Hei-Ran replied again, a measure of amusement entered her voice, “You will have to look out for her when I or Amak are not with the Avatar. Think of this as a new aspect of your mission Rangi. My little tigress”

“Mother!” Rangi blushed at the use of her pet name that Hei-Ran had always called her when she was a little girl. It certainly had become less amusing when the other students at the Royal Fire Academy for Girls had grown taller than her. Hei-Ran only used it now a days when she WANTED to fluster Rangi or distract her. Warfare took many forms on and off the battlefield.

“I am being serious,” Hei-Ran replied, one corner of her lips rose upward in more amusement, “You will have to manage multiple persons and weigh which ones are the greater priority should something occur. Do you think you can handle this?”

“Of course,” Rangi steeled her features, she vowed that no harm would come to Yun or Kyoshi. If anything did come between them she would burn it to ashes. They were dealing with a daofei after all, nothing they could do or say would rattle her.

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