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lolita-lollipop · 4 years ago

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Decided not to turn on anon this time because there's no point. Anyways I have another idea and it's a bit different from my yandere deku ask. So for some reason my brain wanted to see older brother katsuki.

Your a year younger than him and despite you having Masaru’s personality your extremely close with your older brother. He's always been a bit overprotective since your a Bakugo after all not only are you powerful but your pretty. The amount of people he's had to scare off because of you is insane especially when your just so freakin nice to everyone. Katsuki quite literally threw a fit when he found out you were excepted into U.A and the hero course at that. It took a lot of rationalization and reminders that you'd always be his sweet baby sister even though your not that much younger than him before he relented. Even though he never really had a say in it.

Now on to your time at U.A. Of course right off the bat everyone knows who you are already topping charts and being just as much of a show-off as your big brother. (just a bit nicer about it) Even though he should be proud of you something inside of him bubbles and it's a lot different than normal anger because you make his job so much harder. He sees the way the little extras in 1A look at you he's a guy he knows better than anyone and his persistent need to tell you that is irritating. Now I'm not saying that one or two of them end up seriously injured with the telltale signs of an explosion but no one says anything. Even you know it was your brothers doing but are you gonna say anything? Of course not being on the receiving end of Katsuki’s rath was never fun.

After the first couple months of your first year, the talk started to die down and everyone noticed that the influx of stares you'd receive we're no more. People actively avoided you and of course as it would anyone but Katsuki Bakugou himself hurt especially when some of your friends from other classes avoided you. Katsuki could care less at least none of those new 1-A jerks will even look at you anymore. Life is good for him at least until his self-proclaimed friend starts asking too many questions. Eijiro is a nice guy and he knows exactly how Katsuki can be when it comes to you but when it comes to matters of the heart he just can help himself. Each inquiry is light and airy asked in passing innocent enough not to warrant too much of a side-eye until they start getting too personal in his opinion. Not being the best at picking up emotional social cues he give the information away rather freely to the sharp-toothed boy. Not even caring when he would come back to the dorms with a bright smile on his face almost every day. He doesn't notice until he does notice how flushed you are these days or how you seem to have a new bouquet every time he comes to check up on you. He might've been a bit dumb at the start but it's easy to connect the dots when he offhandedly mentions something that Kiri did in training that day and you perk up too much for his liking. He's furious not particularly at you but at himself for allowing this to go on so long. Just know that when the hardening hero in training ends up avoiding you like the plague after a well-played-out ‘accident’ it's all your fault.

I try to make my ask short by I always have so much to say. Have a great day regardless of if you get to this or not!

Yes… I love

(I was litterally halfway through this and tumblr decided to glitch, so I had to rewrite it, sometime this app is funky, and not int be good way)

Quirk- sparkler- nitroglycerin secretion from the user creates a sparkle like effect, similiar to handheld firework, a sparkler. The user can control the direction , color, temperature, speed, and intensity of these sparks, once experienced Enough. whiel being quite beautiful, it could cause serious harm, as they could be as cold as ice, or as hot as molten lava.

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Growing up with katsuki was… hard, to say the least, being that you’re personality’s were so different, you took after your father, thinking of others before yourself, giving before taking, being generally quieter and more reserved, while katsuki took After you mother, being stubborn, explosive, and most of all, protective.

It all started the day you were born, he was young at the time; but even then, he swore on his life taht he was going to be the best big brother ever, he was going to be your protector. You hadn’t cried, screamed, or yelled on the day of your birth, jsut stared at them, all while your parents cooed at their new baby girl. Katsuki would protect you, he has too.

Then in preschool, it became very present in your life, this was the first time you’d really been a round other kids, and katsuki would not have any of it, he would scream and fight his teachers, sneaking off all the time to come pull you into the hallway, eventually, it got so bad that they just decided to move your learning space right into his classroom, next to him, he was happy with that.

That is, until a few of his friends started talking to you, specifically, the damn deku, then it started all over again, he bit a few people, burned a few, scarred a few, you begged him to stop, telling him that you’re fine and they hadn’t done anything, but your timid little voice barely could be heard over the huge explosions, eventually you calmed him down by marching into him like a koala, holding him tight.

As you got older, it became worse and worse, by the time you were ten, you barely had any peopel you talked to, bakugo would scare your fiends away, he would start fights when any kids, older or younger, who would talk to you, or about you. You were always so nice to everyone, you were just really Confused why no one wanted to be your friend, other than bakugo. It only made it harder for him that you were so pretty, even for a 10 year old, when you walk down the hallway, people stare, and bakugo is waiting there to glare back.

He would always hold your hand tightly while waking down the hallways, wait for you by your classroom to snatch you up the second school lets out, cause enough disruption for teachers that you’d always have a desk in the older kids classroom, just for the sake of him not killing another teacher “accidently”. It wasn’t realy noticed by your parent until the parent-teacher conference, when both of your teachers had to explain the circumstances, and how disruptive bakugo could be.

Not only were they worried for he sake of the other kids, but also for you, it was clear that you might not develop as well socially, as you really don’t make friends, with the fiery blonde always stuck to your side, and it could possibly intervene with your own education, you can’t really learn much in a classroom full of older kids, as much as bakugo helps you, staying like this would only do harm.

Masaru saw something like this coming, as bakugo is like a male carbon copy of his wife, you took after him, and like him, you really don’t know how to stand up for yourself to loud people, as they’ll just speak over you. While mitsuki understood where katsuki was coming from, you wouldn’t know if someone was manipulating you! She was proud of her son for trying so hard to protect you, but also, you were clearly getting upset over it, always coming home with tearful eyes because peopel would avoid you, so she figured her son had to tone it down, let you have feeedom. You’re human for gods sake!

And so they told him, after sending you to bed and kissing you Goodnight, it did not end well. You curled up in a ball, covering your ears to shield yourself from bakugos screaming, you could hear things crashing, your mom yelling back, and Masaru failing at cooling down the situation. Then the yelling stopped, and you heard loud thumping coming up the stairs, your door slammed oven with a blast. Bakugo took a double take when he saw your shaking figure jump from under the covers, and immediately he regretted being so loud.

He was immediately on it, lifting up the covers to reveal a teary eyed y/n, guilt washed over him like a wave, he hopped in the bed with you, pulling you close to him, whispering apologies into your ears. He was the one who swore to protect you, yet here you were, scared because of him. He knew you hated it when he yelled, or when he got aggressive, he knew it scared you, more often than not, but he still did that, and he regrets it. Maybe he has been going a little too far, you shouldn’t be scared of him, maybe he’ll loosen up, you’ll still be his little baby sister if you have a few friends,

From there he had been Amit easier to handle, sure, he did walk you to and from classes and lunch, but he also let you stay in your own class, without him, and you could have friends that weren’t completely scared of him, as he doenst hate them down every time, you actually get some freedom for once. You’d actually developed a friendship with one of katsuki friends, izuku, he’s always nice to be around, you actually come home smiling, much to your parents delight, they’ll ask you what happens during your day, and you’ll explain how you made a new friend and you two made paper cranes together. Everything’s was just going perfect.

That was, until you needed to go to high school, and u.a was the tip of your list, and it all went to shit again. You knew you were strong, and you knew taht your quirk was ideal for being a hero, as it was flashy and could be amped up to a large scale, much like katsuki, you wanted to be a hero from a young age, admiring big figures like all might, you never really expressed outside of when you were just wi to your parents, as you knew your brother would shoot the idea down like a dive during hunting season, but now it was time to choose, and if you didn’t say it now, it would forever remain held silent in your head

He threw a fit, you jsut couldn’t! he’d been kidnapped more than he could count, hes practically a target, and guess what? There’s more? He has a whole fucking league of villains out to recruit him, and that was just after one year. ONE SINGLE YEAR, don’t get him wrong, he would just live for you to go to the school of your dreams… as long as it isn’t u.a High, that’s all he wants. But the world is just so against him, so of course you wnat to go to the exact place he doesn’t.

He litterally threw away your registration papers for u.a, instead replacing them with a high school that specializes in helping students go don’t wish to go down the hero path, specifically the one for gardening and plant care, you have about a billion flowers and aloes in your room! He figured you would just give up on the famous hero school, and go to his choice, as all your hard work on the paperwork was destroyed, but no, you just redid it.

That’s when he started getting more aggressive, talking bad about the school during dinner, or outright telling you that you wouldn’t last there. Eventually, he started another yelling match with his parents, you WERE NOT going to that school, there was absolutely no way he would let it happen, he threatened them, telling them that he would lick you in the house and keep you there, or start Scaring all your friends away again. You could really do nothing but cry as he threatened your dreams.

By the end of that night, he’d stormed off to his room, slamming the door shut while your momma screamed at him to “get his ass back down here”. You eventually gave up in trying to ignore it, he was blasting some hard rock song through the house, showcasing how angry he really was, he does it all the time… your house is never quiet. You sighed, standing up from your light yellow desk chair, making your way down the upstairs hallway to his room, and knocking on his door.

“Get out you old woman, I’m not fucking talking to you right now!” He yelled, thinking you we’re his mom trying to come in here and start another fight. You creaked the door open, peeking your head through the threshold, there he was, aggressively tapping at a controller ,grumbling under his breath about how you weren’t safe out there, without him.

“Bubba? Are you still mad at me?” You questioned, using the name that you’d called him since you were just a baby, your soft voice hit his ears like a drim, and he immediately stopped his tapping, turning towards you. His eyes softened at the nickname, and at the shirt you were wearing, his shirt, it pretty much looked Like a blanket on you. He clicked the button on his speaker to mute, he could barely hear you.

“No, no. I’m not mad at you , I’m mad at them for letting you go to that school, you’ve seen how bad it gets there, goddamnit I’ve been kidnapped twice. I just- fuck… I’m just worried the same will happen to you okay!” He exclaimed, throwing the controller onto his bed, and meeting your gaze, he noticed the puffy eyes if yours, and red nose, he’d made you cry again didn’t he? God, how is he so good at that of all things.

“But I just want to be a hero, you do to! I want to be like you bubba, why won’t you let me? I just want to stay with you” you muttered, gradually stepping closer to him. Tears tried to make their way out of your eyes again, gathering at the corners of your eyes, you grabbed at the bottom off the y shirt, pulling at it. Katsuki didn’t know what to say to that,you… you wnat to be like him? How could he say no to that? He was so sure if it! Why he can’t cave for you, it’s for you’re own good.

“I know, but you could stay with me, just… elsewhere, you could do online schooling and I could administrate a dorm for you at my school! You could stay with me like that! Or you could go through the wuirkless paths, like learning how to guarden at that orchid private school, you got a scholarship there, I saw it! “ he exclaimed, trying to reason with you, trying to make a compromise. You crawled into his chair, right ontopog him, where he wrapped his hands around your waist, pulling you tight against him.

“But- I really want to go to u.a, you want me to be happy right? If we’re in the same school then you can protect me, you can protect me right? Is that why you don’t want me to go? I would follow your rules, but please, I just really, REALLY want to be a hero. If I don’t get in I’ll go straight to your orchid- thing, but at least give me a chance” you relied, using his own pride against him, Trying to stress the idea that this was the only thing you wanted to do. Burying you’re face into his neck and clutching his shirt. He was always softer when you were cuddling, hopefully it helped you here.

“You promise me? I want to make you happy littles, I really do, but you have to romaine you’ll be safe? You have to promise my baby sister is gonna be alright. Okay?”

“Okay bubba, I pinky promise.

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You wouldn’t necessarily say that the Entrance exam was easy, but it certainly wasn’t hard. All you had to do was make a few holes in a bunch a robots, and then bam, you placed first, succesfully passing the exam with flying colors, both written and physical, katsuki still wished you’d gone the safe route ,but he couldn’t help but be proud that his little baby sister did such a. Good job.

You’d been at this school for almost four months now, and you were excelling, not only had you made a lot of friends, but bakugo had been being looser with you. You liked your teacher a lot, mcuh to your big brothers dismay, you’d gotton into the famous class of 1-A, and as it turns out, Aizawa teaches all 1-a, 2-a, and 3-a, meaning he’s your brothers teacher too. You thought he was really silly, always looking like a caterpillar in his yellow beanbag, he’d also called your brother a problem child, which made you laugh.

You loved it here, although it wasn’t like you us seen in the movies, as no classrooms had broke. Out into sing and dance form what you’d seen, it was just so nice to have a place where you weren’t always being hovered over like a baby, a place where you got to have something as your own, and not have it checked over and over and over by your brother.

But while you loved it, katsuki hated it. You were too naive to notice the stares that followed you down the hallway, the guys on campus that werent just playing when they whistled as you walked by, how people talked about you like you were nothing but an object. He blasted mineta out the window when he started talking about the cute freshmen girl, not knowing it was his sister. It didn’t help taht you were so much less than ugly, just the cutest lil freshmen, he’d had enough, he was at the end of his rope when a second year form the business course got a little too touchy with you during lunchtime, and you didn’t even register that he was doing it, as it seemed just like a friendly gesture.

He is a surprisingly level headed person ont he inside, coming up with a plan almost immediately. He just reported that you were being hard asked in the hallways, over, and over, and over again, about a hundred times a day he would send in those little blue cards or the office anonymously. Eventually, when nothing was happening about it, he scheduled a meeting with dear principle nezu, letting him know that a multitude of student were outright being disrespectful, disruptive, and rude. Saying that they would pull your books out of your bag and look under your skirt while you were reaching your highest to get them.

You knew something was wrong the second you got called into the office, jsut to see your whole family, Aizawa, and the principle just sitting there, you mom yelling at the teachers, whiel you’re dad apologized profusely. Bakugos expression was freaking you out though, he held a content smirk, like he’d got his way, he got what he wanted, clearly it involved you, and you feared to find out what it was,

…

You were right, you didn’t want to know. They had explained to ioh taht you would be sharing a doubled form with bakugo, as it was clear you’d been struggling with some issues while on campus, some safety concerns, and it was clear that you didn’t even know; which made it worse. You didn’t want it, you’d gotton your own safe space as a dorm, gotton your own personal privacy, where no one could look over your shoudler as you texted, where *certain people* couldn’t hover over you like a helicopter.

But your opinion didn’t matter apparently, either you were jsut to quiet, or they ignored it, but it was decided with or without your input, you would be living with katsuki. You’d moved into a dorm, one with a door leading straight to your older bubba’s room was, no lock, no privacy, no nothing, jsut a way for bakugo to creep back into your life. He was given a late pass so he could walk you to and form your classes, practically daring anyone to approach you.

It was just a repeat of elementary school, the same tendencies, the same overprotective ways, the same scaring all your friends off, the same only being able to socialize with people he wanted you to, the same hovering you’d been trying to avoid, it was just a repeat. You dreaded it.

But then… then you met him, and you fell, oh boy you feel hard. Literally, you fell out your window trying to hang up a succulent outside, Luckily you were caught by kirishima, the spiky redhead. Your brother had mentioned him once or twice, said he was a friend, so you’d expected him to be mean and stubborn, like your brother. But no… he was sweet, liek honey. This man was so caring, actually asking if you were okay instead of just overreacting and saying you weren’t. You became friends immediately, your personality’s worked in unison.

And eventually, you started seeing him a lot more, actively taking bathroom breaks during the day when you knew he would be out in the hallway, training with him especially, sitting down next to him during dorm move nights, by the end of a month at most, you’d both realized you’d developed feelings for eachother. You knew about how your brother would be, you knew how he would shoot that down in seconds, probably scold you for hours for even thinking you could date.

So… you dated in secret, he would sneak into your dorm late at night, cuddle with you in your bed, or you two would go on “coffee runs” together, kirishima promising he would keep you safe. He knew you liked plants, so he would bring little succulents, or tulip Bouquets, you two were the definition of a match and win heaven, you two were absolutely perfect for eachother. He brought back an aspect of feleing rebellious, he made you feel alive, he made you get those butterfly’s in your tummy that you weren’t allowed to have, you really liked him, maybe even loved him.

But even with your precaution, bakugo was severely suspicious, kirishima always hovering by your dorm door whenever he walked by, the shape of kisses on that chest pink shade of lipgloss he knew that you wore, the sudden abundance of flowers in your room, the giggles late at night, how distant you were when the two of you got alone time. The. He caught TV you, it was during winter, and for once, snow was reigning down upon Japan, freezing th lakes, and paying the ground in a thick sheet of white fluff. You’d fine out to play in it, of course after being bundled up thouroughly by katsuki.

But you’d refused him coming along, saying you wanted to be alone out there for. A little, which immediately peaked his interest. And so, he followed after you, all the way outside Of school Borders, al the way to a small crepe cafe down the street, where he saw you, his innocent little baby, his little sister, getting kissed by kirishima, the man he thought he could trust. He was manipulating you! And he’d thought that kirishima was. Good guy! But he was hurting his little baby sister !

He wouldn’t want to humiliate you, he didn’t want to make you sad, so he wished, etching as the two of you ahd a disgusting little “date”, he glared at smiths ima as hard as he could, practically burning a hole through that pretty red hair of his. Then, when you were on your way back, he stole his “friends” wallet, pocketing it, leaving kirishima to stay behind to look. And bakugo to attack, dragging him outside and starting an argument, blasting him into a wlal, kirishima was ifne, as he’s a uterus rock, but then he was threatened, by his own friend, and he was clear that bakugo meant it, he’d never seen him so serious.

“I swear to mother fucking god, if I ever see you speak, touch, or even look at my sister again, I’ll make sure you die a very-very early death, and I’ll make it hurt. Fucking scum”

…

Kirishima avoided you the next day, and the next, and the next. Refusing to talk to you as you cried in front of him, breaking down completely, as the person whom you thought you’d loved, acted like you didn’t exist. He could do nothing but stare, guilty of what he was doing to you, but also too scared to help. Bakugo watched, waiting for his time to jump in. Then kirishima walked away, tearing up himself, Leaving you sobbing in front of your dorm.

“Y/n? What are you doing out here so late? Are you alright?” He questioned, that raspy voice that you’d previously be annoyed to hear, feigning confusion, you jsut continued to cry into your arms, jsut trying to concentrate on not letting yourself go into a. Full blown panic, you didn’t even know why this was happening to you. You should’ve just listened to bubba and stuck by his side, then you wouldn’t ever had this Robles in the first place.

“Bubba- I- I’m sorry- he- I should’ve just listened- because now he- he left- and you… oh you were right!” You cried, letting him pick you up off your pace on the floor, he held you thought to him, stroking your hair, although he was upset with you for breaking one of his main rules, you didn’t know any better, that nasty man made you think it was okay, he made you think that you weren’t doing anything wrong.

“I should’ve known sooner, I could’ve stopped it before it started, I’m sorry I wasn’t there sis, he doesn’t deserve you “ he cooed out, voice mcuh softer than usual, you were suprised he wasn’t absolutely livid about you dating (spoiler: he was, just not with you), and we’re almost happy he wasn’t mad at you too, and want avoiding you. You snuggled into hi’, remembering when you used to do this as kids, pile up under a blanket over the beanbag.

“I’m sorry- he didn’t even say w-why- he just… he just stopped- bubba- why did he just stop? You know right? You’re a boy?” You questioned, managing to hold back a few cries as he sat you in his bed right next to him. Rubbing your back, and silently telling you to let your cries out, use him as the shoudler to cry on. Just a big brother doing his job, nothing more, nothing less.

“I’m not like him, you should know that by now, he’s cruel, he was a two faced bitc- meanie, I would never do that to you, I love you way more than hi, I am your big brother afterall” he lied straight through his teeth, kirishima was pretty much anything but cruel. But still, he wouldn’t deserve your love, you were just so naive, so innocent, blindly following whatever he was saying like a puppy, you were just so complaint right now, he loves you, oh he really, really, really

Really

Loves you

“So, he-he didn’t love me?he just wanted to hurt me?so- I’m stupid, I should’ve s-seen it” you dunked yourself in another wave of reflection, trying to find any instance where he seemed to be mean to you, or act fake. And you couldn’t find anything, god! You were just so oblivious taht you couldn’t even see it! How couldn’t you see it!

“Oh no, you arent tupid, don’t say that, it’s his fault, all his fault for thinking he has the right, he was the stupid one, you were just too sweet for him to handle, he couldn’t take it.”

“Oh. But- he wa so nice me? Why wa she nice? Then?” You questioned, lip quivering as you waited for your big brother to feed you more lies, how naive you are, trusting any words he says, you know how he is, how protective he is, you would think that you would at least suspect him for this, but nope! To damaged to give a damn. It was clear that you were just utterly confused, taking on a mindset to trying to find any form of explanation.

“Because he wanted you to think he was nice, there aren’t any loopholes, he’s just a terrible person, he doesn’t deserve my sweet little sister, I’ll always love you, I’ll always protect you,unlike him”he spoke; this time with Complete truth laced through his words, you jsut hugged him right, cherishing this moment, he was your big brother, he was your bubba, of course he’ll love you forever.

“You promise?”

“Pinky promise”

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*unedited.

Me growing up with an older brother, fully knowing that he would throw me off a bridge before even trying to hug me: 👁👄👁.

After I wrote this, and it might be the two a:m getting time, but I think it’s feel fringes, jsut the general dialogue, not the idea, the idea was gold, but I can’t tell if it sucks or if I need to get my eyes checked.

Sorry that it’s so long, I got a little carried away

Thank you for requesting! It was. Really interesting thing, i have no problem with long requests! I cyy quite like them, so it’s fine if they’re long!

Sheba wonderful day today, goodbye!

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amphxtrite · 5 years ago

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1 • Amortentia.

chapter summary: an internal battle is made up with the help of the most powerful love potion ever known, but something occurs that had never been heard of before.

series summary: alone almost everyday from the moment you were born, thrown to the side by everyone in society because of who your parents were and who you were said to be, a death eater. Your parents were to of the most powerful dark wizards ever known and because of that you were shunned everywhere you went. When the hufflepuff golden boy sees you for the first time and falls, but is he willing to be judged, feared, and hated, and how far will he go, To Be At Her Side.

warnings: break down, bullying.

a/n: next chapter will have the first interaction between Cedric and the reader, this idea came to me and I thought it would be perfect to add.

taglist: @mullthingsoverinthehotwater @hoe4cedricdiggory @queenl04 @persephone-archives @0niko-san @degeathesaviour

word count: 1.7k

enjoy <3

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Amortentia.

The most powerful love potion in the world.

“If there’s one thing more powerful than young love, it’s this love potion.”

Days bleed into weeks for the hufflepuff boy, nights tossing and turning grow ever more common as your image plagues Cedric’s mind in the most addicting way possible.

Regret. How could he be so weak as to turn and tuck in his tail at the very face of the torture that surrounded you? Cedric walked the hallways everyday surrounded by friends and laughter, while you walked to your classes alone and with the constant jabs of people’s eyes and words.

His actions betrayed his thoughts and everyday he’d walk in the opposite direction, plastering a smile on his face as his internal battle raged on. As you walk the halls with a stoic face and your eyes staring straight forwards, Cedric stares from afar, picturing a world he could make you laugh and hold you close, but the strength to make that reality his own doesn't strike him, and he’s left to his own thoughts.

He begins noticing little things about you as days progress. You enjoy reading during meals, your h/c hair always blows into your face while you walk, you never smile, and professor Snape is the only person who willingly talks to you.

Cedric would’ve felt bad if it were only the last point alone, but with everything accumulated together he wished he could unsee everything and go back to not knowing of the horrors you had to face. A voice inside him told him he didn’t wish he never knew, he just wishes he could change it, and he had to agree, as vivid dreams of you smiling, dancing with him and resting in his arms, completely content, drift in his thoughts at random points throughout the day, bringing small smiles followed by furrowed eyebrows.

What was this feeling plaguing him? He couldn’t think back to any point in time these dreams had swamped his mind.

Strange feelings in his stomach, cheeks growing warm, and sweaty palms at just your sight. A dizziness and warm feeling in his chest at the scent of your light perfume. And a tendency to trip over his own feet when you came walking down the hallways, Cedric had never felt this before, and he was unsure what it meant.

Your words from that small slip of paper hadn’t left his mind.

‘They always give into the voices.’

He tried everything he could to get rid of the nagging voice that told him you had a point. He wanted so bad to tell himself it wasn’t his fault that he caved, a useless attempt, his morals reminded him every time he was in denial.

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Potions, one of the many jewels of Hogwarts, school of witchcraft and wizardry. One of your favourite classes without a doubt. Potions was a place you could escape to and release your emotions into your work without the worry of too many voices and eyes because of Snape’s strict class. You were grateful for his actions to help you, though you had to admit he could go over the top.

The class was buzzing with the usual eeriness of the classroom, and no one was paying you any mind as you flipped through your textbook. You fiddle with the locket resting on your neck as you read. Despite it being something of the mother you never really knew, it was something you’d grown attached to over the years.

Snape begins walking across the class collecting essays, but his usual flow is cut off by a hufflepuff who seems to be deep in thought.

You roll your eyes; this would be good.

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“Mr. Diggory!” An annoyed voice snaps.

Cedric’s head snaps up and he comes eye to eye with a disgruntled Snape.

“I asked for your essay three times now, where is it?” He hissed, extending his hand out.

“Oh. R-Right here sir.” Cedric stammers, pulling a sheet of parchment from his book ah and handing it to the professor.

He quickly takes it and walks back to the front of the class, placing the paper on his desk and turning back to the class.

“Now, who can tell me what amortentia is?” Snape questions, folding his arms.

A couple hands shoot up and he nods.

“Amortentia is the most powerful love potion in the world, drinking it can cause infatuation, but not love.” Your smooth voice answers as everyone tenses up. You rarely spoke up, and when you did a shiver seemed to run down everyone’s back.

“Very good y/n, but do not forget, the potion smells of what you love or are attracted to.” Snape nods, turning and scrawling something on the board.

“Professor, with all due respect, isn’t amortentia a potion usually learned in the newt classes?” A small voice asks.

“Oh I’m not asking you to make it, that would be a disaster, I’m doing a demonstration for all to consider entering a newt class, but remember I only accept the best for this class.” Snape sighs, placing some ingredients on a table to begin.

Soon the class is filled with wide eyes as Snape prepares the difficult potion with ease. Ingredient after ingredient is carefully measured and stirred until the liquid reaches a soft pink.

“Now I do not usually allow this, but due to Dumbledore’s wishes, I will allow you to smell the potion if you wish.” Snape rolls his eyes and steps back.

One by one, everyone steps up to the desk and tilts over to learn what attracts them most, relaying the information to the whole class in excitement.

Cedric stands and walks to the bubbling cauldron, wringing his finger together in anticipation as he stands before the caldron and takes a whiff.

A sweet, pleasant smell greets him, something floral, warm and gentle brings a smile to his face.

“old books, roses and-”

The sweet smell is taken over by something cold, like harsh wind in winter.

“Cold wind.” Cedric pauses, eyes flickering around as his brain registers everything.

“Very nice Mr. Diggory now please sit down.” Snape waves the hufflepuff away and you rise from your seat. As you walk by him, the smell of your perfume wafts past him and the sweet smell of roses strikes him, a realization in Cedric’s head. He had smelled you in the amortentia. Of all the things he could have smelled it was you that had his head spinning and thoughts clouded. His head begins to spin and he rests his chin against his arms on his desk. So that’s what the emotion plaguing him was, love. He was so in love with you, yet he’d never even spoken to yet.

You reach the pink potion, and allow yourself a small smile to Snape before hovering above the potion and taking a deep breath.

Nothing.

Your eyebrows furrow and you lean closer to the potion, taking deep breaths and smelling nothing. Even the usual scent of the potions classroom fades, it was as if you couldn’t smell at all.

“T-There must be a problem, I-I don��t smell anything professor.” You mumble, your head still hovering above the cauldron.

Snape’s eyes go from their usual annoyance to shock. Even he could smell something in amortentia, there was no way you couldn’t smell something. It was physically impossible.

“Try again, y/n, perhaps you are mistaken?” He suggests.

“Professor, when I try to smell it, it’s like I lose my sense of smell.” You exclaim quietly, an unbelieving smile plastered on your face as your eyes begin to cloud.

“T-This is a joke right professor?” You laugh incredulously. “Right?”

“y/n, I-”

“Serves you right, death eater!” An amused voice calls from the back of the class.

“Mr. Smith!”

“He’s got a point.” Another voice rings out with a laugh.

“Be better if she was locked in Azkaban though.”

“All the reasons to throw her with her parents.”

“She’s crazy, it’s only right she be left alone for the rest of her life.”

A single tear leaves your leaves you eye as your throat seems to close and your walls crash down., you could stand the usual mindless teasing, but this cut deep. You grab your bag from your desk before stomping off. Snape makes no move to stop you, immediately scolding the students tormenting you and shutting them up.

You were long gone by then, ignoring the stares in the slytherin common room and speeding to a run to your secluded room, collapsing on your bed and curling yourself into a ball.

As your tears flowed free you were almost grateful for your own room, you didn’t need anyone hearing your breakdowns to laugh even harder. Your body pulses as cries choke your voice, you scream into your pillow and curse your parents and every crime they committed to get you to where you were today.

You rip the locket from your neck and wrap it in your fist, raising your hand with the intent to smash it, but slowly bringing it back down as your breathing grows slower, with only the occasional tear.

“Even after everything you’ve done to me, I-I still can’t do it!” You sob, bringing your hands to your face and wiping the tears away.

You open the locket to find the same two faces looking back at you. The stoic, unbreakable expression you inherited from your mother, and those e/c eyes from your father, and in small print, the words ‘I love you.’

You scoff at the writing, shutting the locket and placing it on your bedside table.

“You say you love me, but brought me into a world you couldn’t save me from.”

Your head falls into your hands as you cradle yourself and rock yourself back and forth.

From the potions classroom, the buzz from your departure had left the class quite proud of themselves, thinking they’d done something, getting you to break. Cedric held back the urge to punch the asshole who started this mess, no matter how hard his wishes to protect you fought, his fear of being next followed, and he couldn’t find the strength to set himself free, but he knew it was time to do something and this time he wouldn’t be stopped.

#cedric diggory #cedric diggory x reader #cedric diggory imagine #cedric diggory fluff #cedric x y/n

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iforcedabot-blog · 6 years ago

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I Forced a Bot To Watch Every TNG and DS9 Episode and Write One of Its Own

You may have seen “I forced a bot to watch” posts where someone claims to have “forced a bot” to read or watch hours of video and written it’s own script. Those weren’t real but in recent history it has become possible to do it for real in a pretty convincing way with OpenAI’s GPT-2 system. This is an unbroken, unedited sample of GPT-2 ‘fine-tuned’ on all the TNG and DS9 scripts. Note that television scripts have have distinct formatting and style and all of that is copied perfectly by the bot. It even *almost* gets understands page numbers (in the first example – 28, 28, 28A).

28 EXT. PLAZA/SURFACE - DAY (OPTICAL) Data and Worf as before. DATA (puzzled) You left him there? He left him there? WORF Yes. He had been there for hours... then decided that I was going to kill him. Data frowns, he can't figure out how to phrase what he did... DATA I do not understand. WORF You knew? DATA I was afraid. They exchange a look... Data thinking quickly, is back to the source... DATA (continuing) I could have programmed some medical bank monitors to monitor you for a pulse response when you could enter Klingon memory. WORF We would have -- STAR TREK: "The House... " - REV. 08/10/94 - ACT FOUR 45. 28 CONTINUED: DATA But I was afraid that it would disrupt my memory. PICARD I'll tell you what I have to do. They look at him and then Picard EXITS. Data sits in command. CUT TO: 28A INT. WORF'S QUARTERS The room is DARK and distant. Worf is struggling to regain his senses as Picard ENTERS. WORF Captain... everything I saw is gone... everything. Worf regards him for a moment... then he starts to fight it off... he stops in surprise... he doesn't know how all this is going to impact his relationship with him... he's uncertain what to do... he glances at the wall panel and frowns, surprised at the way he sees Worf... he glances around the room and tries to find a way to fight it off-kilter... it's pretty night... Worf hits the wall panel and it OFF. WORF I was... heading somewhere. PICARD Worf... what's the matter? Worf decides to break for a moment... he EXITS.

That was one the first scenes I generated that impressed me, though it cheats a bit with by being mysterious enough that it’s hard to rate how coherent it is. But you could almost see as one of the more moody and experimental character-focused episodes in Season 7 TNG. Earlier networks could copy the formatting of a TV script but they totally fell apart when you tried to actually understand the content. Even which characters were present in a scene did not stay consistent from line to line. GPT-2 handles this amazingly keeping track of not just characters but subject of conversation in a scene.

Here are some more samples chosen mostly for the humor:

DAX I think we're lucky this was just a bad batch of equipment. KIRA I'm glad you think that. DAX I'm glad we're lucky. KIRA Okay. I'm going to let you use the Bajoran storage bin to backup your data on this trip. And with that, Kira heads off down the Corridor. We HOLD on a thoughtful Dax. 19 INT. OPS Kira and Dax EXIT the turbolift, followed by Sisko, who goes to the Transporter Room in frustration. DEEP SPACE: "The Wire" - 03/01/94 - ACT ONE 12. 19 CONTINUED: KIRA It's not working. DAX I'm having trouble retuning the transceiver. The adaptors won't work. KIRA Maybe they should replace us by rentals. DAX With what? KIRA With your arms. DAX With your hands. KIRA Your arms. DAX You're lifting your arms. KIRA My arms. DAX (the hurtiest) Your arms. They're my hands. Kira takes a beat, looks down at her arms for a moment. �� KIRA They're your hands. (a beat) You know what I see when I get this... DAX (laughing and crying) Kira, you never told anyone about your arms. DEEP SPACE: "The Wire" - 03/01/94 - ACT ONE 13. 19 CONTINUED: (2) KIRA When you get to the wormhole, you should see them grow into shape- shifters. And you'd be right... because their arms are like that... closer than you can get. They grip off your arm. Bad dreams. DAX I thought you weren't going to talk about me. KIRA I told myself I was not. But when the time comes... I want to figure out what we're doing and what we are. I always figure it out. Dax looks at her own hands. Kira's too fast for her good measure. KIRA I'm holding all the cards. I'm playing them all. I'm a prisoner in here. I can't be happier. DAX You seem like you've got a lot. KIRA You have me all. Kira takes one last look at her hands. Kira can't help her enthusiasm. Her hand. Kira takes another step toward the desk. KIRA You're not going to hurt me. DAX You're not. And that's a good thing.

This is from a later batch where I stripped out some of the very repetitive content in the scripts before training — mostly headers and footers that repeat the exact same information every page. Another sample that was weirdly hands and arms themed:

42 INT. ENGINEERING Geordi and Data at their respective consoles. GEORDI We're ready when you are, Data. DATA I will prepare enough data for your desire, Commander. GEORDI Good. Data, what was the vessel in which the shuttle was launched? DATA The vessel was slightly more complex than the starship I estimate, sir. It chose a specific set of coordinates to target the specific nodes on the Enterprise-D. GEORDI And it didn't work. That's your fault, Data. DATA I fault is very fault, sir. I should have realized that. GEORDI If you had, the Enterprise-C could have taken out a few more nodes... DATA I do not believe we could have survived the attempt on the shuttle, sir. STAR TREK: "The Loss" - REV. 10/10/90 - ACT FOUR 51. 42 CONTINUED: GEORDI I know Data, it would have been difficult for you to break into hands and legs and grab a few nodes... I've never run into a shuttle in my life that didn't get that lucky. Geordi looks down at his hands and arms, frowning. GEORDI What are you so angry about? DATA My heart... and possibly my entire psychology. GEORDI That's not good. DATA I am angry that Starfleet has let you down, Commander. GEORDI I know... but I was relieved that no one tried to destroy my shuttle.

INT. DATA'S QUARTERS Data, still in his Starfleet uniform, is sitting at a desk working at the computer. The door CHIMES. DATA Enter. The door OPENS and Geordi ENTERS. GEORDI Data, what are you doing here? DATA (stands) This is my quarters. He looks at the desk for a beat, then EXITS. DATA (continuing) You are here to examine my computer. GEORDI Computer, is there anything I can do about your... computer? DATA Computer, are you aware of what I have just said? GEORDI (nods) In case you're wondering... I've told you something before... DATA I have never spoken to my computer before. GEORDI That can't possibly be the case... Data shakes his head. DATA I have been trying, but I have been unable. GEORDI Why? DATA I have been trying for over three, four nights. GEORDI It must be a pretty long night. DATA As long as it is not. GEORDI And what does it feel like? DATA I have been experiencing a sustained, transient, and unsteady increase in the emotional neurotransmitter-like activity in my cerebral cortex. The same as if I were completely offered a cup of tea, or a coffee, or an air horn. GEORDI That sounds like someone who has been through a lot. Data nods.

I experimented with mixing other TV show scripts, the complete set of Frasier in this case. GPT-2 learns very quickly never to mix characters and language from the shows — too well, I wish it would mix them! But I swear the samples trained with some Frasier feel more like a sitcom:

ANGLE ON MAIN VIEWER (OPTICAL)

ANGLE ON MAIN VIEWER (OPTICAL) Riker's face... RIKER Captain, I am detecting a Class-M planet with high radiation unaffected by the sun. PICARD Which planet did you detect? RIKER Class-M. (beat) I'm sure it looked like a Class- M planet... (beat) What is it? PICARD A small planet with low surface radiation. RIKER (laughs) Not class-M.

Here’s another one that feels more like a sitcom, in particular, the repeated dialog lines are something I see a lot in the post-Frasier samples.

======== SAMPLE 15 ======== KIRA (to Dax, explaining) Dax, we were just talking about you. I realize you're upset about me, but I've always looked good in a tuxedo. DAX I don't look good in a tuxedo. I've always looked good in a clutch, Benjamin. And I'm glad to say, I haven't seen you since I left the homeworld. KIRA (smiles) I know you're upset, but I've always looked good in a chiffo uniform. DAX And I'm glad to see you've never worn it anymore. KIRA I've never looked good in a chiffo uniform. DAX Well, I've seen you look good in it all... when you're wearing anyone else's tux. KIRA (smiles) I never look good in a chiffo uniform. DAX (smiles) I'm glad you said you were going to be happy at the Bajoran wedding. KIRA (smiles) I'm glad you said that. Dax smiles and they walk off. DAX (re: the wedding) I suppose I'll have to mention it to someone. KIRA I'm not planning to. DAX Who's next? KIRA My husband. (a beat) I guess he'll be staying with us this year. DAX He'll probably be staying with us this year. KIRA I know. I just got here last night. DAX I mean it's just a question of... who? KIRA (beat) I'm still not sure. I've got a surprise planned for the next few weeks. Besides, it sounds like somebody's going to need a place to keep me warm. DAX I'm sure they will. KIRA I'm sure they will. DAX Now what about you... are you sure you don't want to stay with me for a while? KIRA (re: the wedding) I have a job to do... I'm a pretty gal... DAX (reacts) I hear you're married... KIRA That's right. DAX And what about Jake? KIRA He's leaving Starfleet. DAX A few weeks ago he was sent back to the Institute. KIRA (reacts) He's gone? DAX He's been living on the station all his life... KIRA (beat) ======== SAMPLE 16 ========

This sample is as long as you can get right now the limit on the output is about 1000 words in the tiny version of GPT-2 that OpenAI let’s us play with. It would still be possible to create an entire script by taking the output from one sample and using it a ‘prompt’ to generate the next sample, over and over until you have a complete script. Since the scripts do clear structure like page and act numbers it should eventually get to ACT 5 or stick an ending on there. Maybe a project for the future.

#gpt-2 #tng #text generator

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I need some advice. I recently was broken up with and I'm reeling from it. We met when i was 19 and he was 32 and we ended up hooking up 6 years ago. He didn't tell me until after we hooked up that he had a wife which started a crazy feud, but he eventually divorced his wife and convinced me to be in a relationship with him. The relationship was pretty rocky at first because he was very emotionally abusive. Like he would constantly reprimand me for doing the wrong thing and saying the wrong thing and would lecture me for hours and not let me sleep until I agreed with him. I used to live with him sometimes because my mom got evicted and i couldn't hold down a stable job because I had an untreated learning disability and he would pick fights with me every day when I would say/ do the wrong thing and sometimes he would even kick me out.

While he did all this its v confusing bc he was also very good to me at the same time?? He helped me out when I was evicted and let me live rent free with him. He helped me get my diagnosis and helped me look for a job. He helped me get over some of my insecurities and would urge me to go to therapy and helped me get my driver's license. The last 2 years he started becoming more spiritual and became a lot nicer to me (He would still reprimand me but not as often) and urged me to do yoga and meditation. He started getting serious and during that time he was throwing ideas around of leaving everything behind and going to a yoga center etc. I was so drained atp from the constant mistreatment and feeling like I wasn't a priority so I went outside the relationship to explore my options. i met a guy that I was going to meet for dinner and just talk to, but I was drugged and assaulted. I felt so guilty that I told my boyfriend and he broke up with me. This was a year ago. Since then, we've been on and off because he would come back but couldn't commit because he couldnt trust me. Early this year he moved to a different state and he reached out to me to ask if I wanted to visit him out there in the summer. I was cautious but I agreed because I missed him. We started calling and texting every day and he started hinting that he wanted a relationship with me again. I started catching feelings again and was grateful for the opportunity to make things right because I fucked up. I bought the plane tickets and two days after I bought them he told me that he was getting women flirting with him out there and that he wanted to explore his options. I was so upset and I asked him why we couldnt work things out, he told me he still couldnt trust me after what happened. He told me it's best if I get a refund on the tix and just stay home. I felt so crushed, I felt like I was lead on and I feel so ashamed and guilty over what I did. The worst part is I felt like I ruined everything and it's my fault that the relationship ended the way it did. What do I do???? I have no friends and no one to talk to.

Oh my god anon I'm so sorry this is happening to you please please please drop that man asap!!!!! He's abusive and manipulative and predatory, he knew exactly what he was doing going after you at such a young age.

Abusive relationships are almost never all abuse, there's always "good" moments, that's why most people stay, but the good doesn't negate the bad. This man took advantage of you when you where very young and in a vulnerable situation! Also, you didn't "fuck up", you were ASSAULTED, it's not your fault and the fact that this man blames you for your assault tells me all I need to know about him. I would really suggest going no contact, I know it can be scary since you don't seem to have a lot of other people in your life, but I believe it's for the better.

A good way to make friends as an adult is joining activities like a book club, a sport, or a class. But I would also recommend you reach out to women in your life, even if you don't talk much, they'll probably will be able to help more than a stranger on the internet. You deserve to be loved and respected, do not ever forget that <3

#If u want to dm me off anon feel free <3

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solo1y · 6 years ago

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A Facebook Convo; 7 Years Ago

Timothy O'Fallon [in a status update about his bible study group]: Let's do this Hemingway style (except badly): Exodus. Tomorrow. We journey The Bible in 1 Year then. And it will be 10AM. Climb the steps to the class above the Cafe at CCC. You might hear something new. You might not. More than likely you will. I would enjoy seeing you there. Well, except for Barry Purcell. Everyone else.

Barry Purcell [me]: You're full of bravado when you have the machinery of Florida's justice system behind you, aren't you? Remember, the restraining order runs out in two weeks. Then I can show up to your bible class any time I like and not a single person in this fine democratic nation you have can stop me.

Stupid joke time - "I had to go to a talk about Exodus, but I managed to get out of it."

Tim: That's the day I will teach the class using the gift of Tongues, Barry. And you can interpret. Ha ha! Er...wait...

Barry: I'd probably translate incorrectly: "And lo he said unto Ezekiel, 'I am shuffling. Yea, verily even unto Israel am I shuffling every day.' And every day he was shuffling."

Tim: But does He stack the deck? That's the controversy you know.

Barry: I guess if he's the one who built the deck in the first place, it would be technically impossible for him to "stack" it.

Tim: I'm telling you, you could teach this class

Barry: I don't think so, Tim. At the end of every class, I'd have to say "Just don't take any of it literally", which is probably anathema to the standards and practices department.

Tim: That would work for everything except for the stuff that was intended to be taken literally

Barry: The further back in time you go, the more likely that it's a more helpful approach to the material, regardless of the intentions of the author.

Tim: Chronological snobbery! Personally, I subscribe to the notion that determining what people mean when they say or write something is critical to understanding what they said or wrote...no matter how far back you go.

Barry: The further back you go, the less literally you have to take what was written in order to understand it. Not only are the earliest documents historically inaccurate, but they don't seem to understand "historical accuracy" even in theory. It's a relatively modern idea which we are imposing on the ancient texts, expecting them to bend to our conception of what "accurate" means. Whose fault is it when they snap under the strain?

A wonderful example is the literature of prophecy, which always, without exception, tells you nothing at all about the future and everything about the people making the predictions. This is true of all predictions made my any people in any culture, ever. But you'll miss that entire layer of reality if you interpret the prophecies literally.

Tim: I see historians (including very good ones) impose modern ideas of history on ancient texts all the time. Finding instances of that sort of thing is one of my most amusing pasttimes (pathetic, I know). But we mustn't mistake that sort of misdeed with the equally false notion that the ancients never intended to relate something that actually happened. That's not a modern idea at all, any more than the embellishment of events is exclusively an ancient habit. There is far less separating you and I from an ancient Chinese calligrapher or an Akkadian scribe than not, a fact that modern historians are at great pains to point out in every area of life except that of writing. Again, I find that amusing. And again, I continue to find it instructive and intellectually fulfilling to try to discern what an ancient writer actually inteded to say. In the case of Scripture, I find it a lot more than intellectually fulfilling. *********** Regarding prophecy, of course prophecy tells you nothing about the future if in fact prophetic prediction of the future is impossible. Ever. But one thing it DOES dell you abou the "people making the predictions" is that they were the sort of people who believed you could make true predictions about future events. And again I find that at least in this way, they aren't much different than me. And this adds a layer of "reality" to me that a skeptic, by definition, cannot attain.

Barry: I'm a skeptic and I accept that they were the sort of people who believed you could make true predictions about future events. You get those sorts of people today too, and their predictions are just as accurate at predicting the future.

Also, it's not so much that they never intended to reflect reality, it's that they would have been unaware of the psychological construct of a 'metaphor'. They frequently used metaphors to reflect their reality in a way that we wouldn't, at least not without flagging it down first. It wasn't a question of 'accurate' or 'inaccurate'. They just didn't think of things in those modern terms. However, as you say, once you are made aware of the common symbol database to which all our cultures refer (thanks to the good work of people like Joe Campbell, Carl Jung and James Frazer inter alia), it becomes easier to work out what the authors of these ancient works were getting at.

As far as I know, the Greeks were the first people to understand this, the first people to question their divine myths, the first people to even be aware of the fact that they could be questioned, and hence philosophy.

Tim: The Greeks were not the first people to question their divine myths, though they may have been among the first to misunderstand their own myths, or mythology itself for that matter. Their work in that area has certainly flourished in modern times. And becoming aware of the symbol databases to which all our cultures refer does indeed, in my view, give us some excellent tools to misunderstand the ancients more conveniently. As far as the ancient unawareness of the psychological construct of a metaphor goes, if by that you mean that they used metaphor much more brilliantly than we do today, and that in most cases they had a much greater understanding of how it ought to be used, I would agree with you wholeheartedly. And you missed my point about the skeptic (I am a skeptic too, just about different things). It was a joke. The skeptic can't share the layer of reality in which he identifies with the belief in prophecy. Now that I've explained it, it doesn't seem funny any more.

Barry: Oh well if you're identifying with prophecy in the sense that you think it's true, then yes. That facility will be denied the skeptic. At least until one of them comes true. Then the skeptics will all be on board.

I don't think they used the metaphor more brilliantly than we do. It was just a different way of looking at things. The Greeks may have misunderstood their own myths, but let us not forget that Socrates, the inventor of philosophy (more or less) got sentence to death specifically for the crime of blasphemy.

Timothy: Of course they won't be on board. See, told you I was a skeptic on some things. **** The way the ancients looked at metaphore was infinitely more mature, subtle, and poetic than the modern method. That's what I meant by brilliant. Admittedly, they were less encumbered by psychological theory and the new philology, but I think that's a good thing. And Socrates was sentenced to death in part for blasphemy, but everyone then as now knew very well that is not why he was sentenced to death. You might say he died of metaphor.

Barry: Blasphemy was the charge on the ticket, but of course he was killed for more practical reasons.

Socrates had absolutely no fear of anything; felt like he was on a divine quest to improve the lives of everyone in the world; never wrote anything down himself (so we are forced to rely on the accounts, often written long after his death, of others who make various claims on him); amassed a small gang of followers who delighted in his witty and intellectual take-downs of establishment and authority figures; tried and failed to reject his responsibilities; had his early life (at least the first 30 years) completely shrouded in mystery, relegated to one or two anecdotes; refused to defend himself properly against the charges of blasphemy when called upon to do so; accepted the death sentence even though it was well within his power to avoid it; and ultimately put more value on the truth than his own life.

You might indeed say that he "died of metaphor".

Tim: And we know all this about him because we believe we have ascertained the intent of those ancients who wrote about him. Barry, listen, I just think that when we apply modern theories of interpretation to ancient authors (the "what he REALLY must have meant (even without realizing it)" school of interpretation, we do the author a disservice. And I think we are further from understanding him or her, not closer. For example, I doubt very much I have ever met anyone in my life more misinterpreted than you. I see it happen all the time: you say something clever, it gets interpreted as a personal insult, and a personal insult gets thrown at you in return for your non-insult. But unlike the ancient authors, you are right here to clarify what you intended. Still, the person who originally misinterpreted your intent holds fast to their misinterpretation. It is comic and a little sad. But it shows that people prefer to interpret things based on their perception of things (such as the perception that you are an offensive little snit) rather than the intent of the author. Imagine, if it is that bad for you, how badly our modern perceptions - even ones not formulated by the Jungian school - mangle the intent of the ancients, who aren;t even here to clarify. In my class, I teach (or try to) on the theory that before we can evaluate anything about a text, we first need to do our best to figure out what the original author of that text intended it to mean. Sometimes, as you pointed out, they have a different way of looking at things than we do, and so of course that goes into determining their intent as well. But I do not subscribe to the notion that just because an author is ancient, that he thinks COMPLETELY differently than we do, or that the further back we go the more alien it is when he writes "the emperor made a sacrifice to the gods to cure his toothache" (oracle bones) or "and he shall be like a tree planted by the rivers of water that bringeth forth his fruit in his season; his leaf also shall not wither, and whatsoever he doeth shall prosper"(psalm 1). The intent of the author is comprehensible because we are more alike than not; the distance between us in time does little to distance us in basic inference or the conceptions that follow from it.

Barry: Fair enough. My original concern was that not so much that we might think of modern ways of interpreting texts as "better", but that we would subconsciously parse all those ancient texts through our modern filters *before* we even get around to asking what the author meant. We are often unaware of how much damage we can do to an ancient text just by deciding what does or doesn't count as inside the parameters of what the author meant, and we are often unaware that we're even doing it.

Nothing I've said here is peculiar to the bible, by the way. All this would work as well for the Iliad, or any other ancient text. Despite the sterling work of Schliemann, we may never know for sure what went on at Troy, or if it happened at all. But *something* happened to cause some literary masterminds to record it. And that's as good a start as any.

Maybe what I'm saying is that the further back we go, the less likely it is for us to encounter literal, accurate history in the modern sense, because there was no modern sense of literal, accurate history back then. Does that sound better?

#bible #friends #Jesus #Socrates #hermeneutics #philosophy #religion

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