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trickstarbrave · 3 months

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What’s god nerevar the god of?

LMAO mostly god!nerevar is just the god of lorkhan stuff. nerevar basically mantles lorkhan, though ive yet to fully flesh out everything that happens upon him doing so (though im pretty sure it would have very far reaching effects like rly fucking up the kalpic cycle, so im not entire sure what that means for alduin)

he is basically the living god of the chimer though. sole living god, with the worship of the good three still in place. sotha sil, vivec, and almalexia are heralded as saints (they remember the previous cycle where they killed nerevar and hunted down the nerevarine. it gets rly fucked up but they make peace with it) along with voryn

ive toyed around with a ficlet of god!vivec that we see in morrowind falling out of his world after his disappearance and into the world of god!nerevar. just to explore it and stuff

im sure its gotta be funny for everyone else. shor/lorkhan is real and he lives in resdayn. lmao. that or im sure they deny nerevar is entirely lorkhan and just call him the son of lorkhan (which is one of his titles: nerevar son of lorkhan. but one of lorkhan's titles is shor son of shor. so. it gets rly complicated when you are someone but also their child and also not them. mantling is weird)

i think it would be funny if there were still sermons of vivec but instead random misadventures told as parables.

i guess if you asked though, since lorkhan's domain is kind of obscure, he'd be the god of creation and love (and i mean a selfless kind of love. giving up everything for someone or something new. think "agapē" instead of romantic or physical love like dibella or familial love like mara) as well as being treated as a champion of warriors. his influence greatly shapes chimeri society going forward since there are no dunmer in that reality. he instates rules of war that most other nations end up adopting (there are still things like firebombs unfortunately. it is the elder scrolls. but things like slaughtering children and using disease intentionally is outlined as basically war crimes) but the other nations also just say they invented them independently

#im sorry nerevar is already a jesus figure im just making him more of one #and less of one. given im removing the dying potion #there is still hardships but thats the nature of nirn. its supposed to suck bc psijic endevor and all that #PLEASE ask me more abt this i love talking abt it #but i dont want my followers to think im insane and get bored

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multifandomslxt · 1 year

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BLACK ROSES PT. 3

Pairing: Mafia!Lee Jeno x Florist!Reader

Trope: Grumpy x sunshine

Genre: Dark Mafia Romance

Word Count: 1.5K (i think)

Synopsis:

Lee Jeno is a dangerous man. From going on k!lling sprees for fun to torturing and k!lling his own father. He does it all. In short Lee Jeno is the devil.

Y/N is a florist. She's as pure as they come. Nothing exciting ever happens in her life and she’s okay with that. In short Y/N is an angel.

He was bad and she was good. They were complete opposites.

…Or so they thought

Get your tissues for this one. It's gonna be one hell of a ride

Warnings for this chapter: Mentions of drugs, g*n violence, illegal dealings. He does something weird at the end.

*((((A/N: words in bold are her conscience and words spoken in Korean are in italics ))))*

Flower of the day: The name Agapanthus is derived from the Greek: agapē meaning "love", and another Greek word anthos meaning "flower", together meaning Love Flower or Flower of Love.

She stared at me like I just grew two heads.

“Madam, please calm down.” she spoke completely ignoring my question.

I stared at her wide eyed. “Calm down? Girl…who are you?”

She sighed and closed her eyes, pinching her nose out of annoyance.

“He couldn't find a more annoying slut to play with?” she spoke in her home tongue.

Suddenly, she stepped closer to the bed and stretched her hand out “I am Ji-eun, Mr. Lee’s maid. It’s a pleasure to meet you miss.”

I eyed her…and I eyed her damn hard.

“I’m Y/N” Carefully I took her hand in mine and shook…slowly.

She pulled her hand back and smiled “I know miss Y/N , Mr. Lee already told me. Speaking of which he requests an immediate audience with you”.

Now it was my turn to stare at her like she just grew two heads. “Who is Mr. Lee and why does he want an audience with me?”

She stared at me incredulously “Mr. Lee is the owner of this house and a member of the NCT Mafia. How do you not know this? He is the one that brought you here.”

You know that feeling you get when you’re sure your ancestors are warning you to get the heck out of a very specific situation?

Yeah…that’s exactly what I’m feeling right now.

Not good

Not f*cking good at all.

How the f*ck did I get involved with the mafia?

I covered my face with my hands and screamed loudly. “Jesus, my grandma is rolling in her grave…all those Sunday Morning church services gone to waste.”

Uncovering my face and found Ji-eun staring at me and muttering something under her breath.

“It's not only annoying, but also crazy... Good job Mr. Lee.”

Paying her no mind I looked down at myself and realized I was still wrapped up in the very very very soft sheets of this bed…

‘Normal people would have jumped up by now, wouldn’t they?’ My conscience questioned sharply.

Which led me to do just that…except my foot got tangled in the sheets and I face planted on an equally soft carpet.

My fall caused Ji-eun to run to my side and help me up.

Finally standing, I asked her a question that I should have left alone.

“What’s Mr. Lee’s first name?”

She huffed and straightened her uniform. “Mr Lee’s name is Jeno…Lee Jeno.”

Pretty sure my ass cheeks clenched like a fist.

There was absolutely no way she just said that.

“Lee…Jeno? Are you sure girl?” I asked.

Ji-eun was growing frustrated. I could see it on her face.

“Miss Y/N Mr. Lee is Lee Jeno owner of this house and a member of the NCT Mafia. As I mentioned earlier, he’s expecting an audience with you right now.” She said passive aggressively.

I stared at her for what felt like hours.

“Why does he want to see me?” my heart was now in my throat.

Ji-eun furrowed her brows and tilted her head confusingly “Do you not remember last night?”

“Mr. Lee carried you here whilst you were unconscious, said you passed out from shock.” She continued.

Suddenly, the memory came rushing to me causing me to gasp.

“I WITNESSED A MURDER!” I shouted.

‘Nope…you heard it’ my conscience corrected.

As I came to the realization, I felt like I was going to throw up.

Was he going to kill me?

‘Probably’

What if he wants me to join the mafia to keep a close eye on me?

‘Bitch please, you can’t even kill a roach so that’s null.’

“Miss Y/N we must leave now He does not like to wait.” Ji-eun said urgently.

Let’s just get this over with…what’s the worst that could happen?

‘Death, you dumb bitch.’

“Okay, let’s go then” I replied.

I started walking towards the exit when I felt a pull on the back of my shirt causing me to turn around.

“You must freshen up and change first Miss Y/N” Ji-eun said curtly gesturing to the neatly folded clothes on the nightstand.

“Oh, right” I said embarrassed. I as so worked up I didn’t even realize I was still in last night’s attire.

“I will be waiting for you on the outside” Ji-eun said before walking out.

Taking the clothes, I went into what must have been the bathroom.

As expected, it was luxurious. The floors and walls were granite and the shower and sink had black accentuations.

Placing the clothes on the vanity, I stripped down and stepped into the shower.

After a couple minutes I emerged from the bathroom fresh and changed.

I took a couple deep breaths before leaving the room and coming face to face with Ji-eun.

“Let’s go.” She spoke.

We walked for what felt like an eternity of passing many luxurious vases and pictures in the dark hallway, we finally reached our destination.

“He is right through here. Knock and wait for his reply. Goodbye Miss Y/N” Ji-eun rushed out and then practically ran away leaving me here.

I stared at the Large two handled door. It was all that stood in my way, shielding me from the monster who would be my ultimate demise.

With shaky hands I knocked three times

KNOCK

“Come.” A gruff and familiar voice shouted from behind the door.

I opened the door and stepped into what looked like a home office.

The walls were a dark blue and barren of pictures. The floor was of hard dark wood and the only lighting in the room came from a small lamp on the desk which stood in the centre of the room.

Behind that desk was none other than ‘Nono’ aka Jeno aka Lee Jeno aka A member of the fucking mafia

Sitting comfortably in his chair with his head titled and a smirk on his lips.

“Hello Y/N” only two word left his mouth but somehow it was enough to send a shiver down my spine.

“Hello Sir.” I replied.

I must have said something funny because next thing I know he threw his head back and started to laugh

“So now I’m Sir?” He smiled, amusement still dancing in his dark eyes.

I felt like I was about to piss myself.

“In other circumstances I would have been pleased to hear that from you but I’m afraid that this isn’t one of those circumstances.” He continued with a slight frown etched on his face.

Slowly he stood up from his chair and started the pace towards me.

Without realizing it I had started to step back and eventually my back was pressed against the door.

“Running will only make this harder for you flower.” he taunted.

He found this funny.

The sick bastard.

“What do you want from me?” I asked, now more annoyed than scared.

He now stood directly in front of me, his chest in my line of sight.

After long beats of silence, he hooked his index finger under my chin and lifted my head upwards.

“What did you see last night?” He asked.

Shut your mouth bitch… you did not see anything!

Tell him your vision is 20/200 or something.

“I didn’t see anything, matter of fact I have no idea what you’re talking about”. Good. play dumb.

He raised his eyebrow in amusement. “Y/N don’t lie to me. Regardless of what you might think, I’m trying to protect you.”

“Bullshit.” I spat.

“I don’t feel secure right now. Honestly, it feels like you’re gonna blow my head off my body any second”

He dropped his hand from my face and stepped back. “Yet, your attitude doesn’t seem like it.”

I huffed and crossed my arms. “I saw nothing so I would like to leave thank you”.

He sighed and began walking back to his chair “You saw nothing, but you definitely heard something flower. What happened last night you were not meant to be there so I’m afraid you can’t leave.”

sorry?

“What?’” I questioned dumbfounded.

He sat on the edge of his table and stared on a random light fixture in the corner of the room “I have enemies. You saw- I mean heard something you shouldn’t have and then ran to me for help. You now have a target on your back. “

‘You did it now child all of them sins are catching up to you’.

I could practically hear my grandma’s voice.

“No. I won’t stay here” I decided.

He directed his eyes to me “Yes, you will. Why? Because I said so.”

Tears were prickling my eyes.

Someone is trying to take my freedom again.

I can’t go back to that place again.

“I’m not an object. You cannot control me”.

He growled in annoyance.

Taking quick strides towards me he grabbed my jaw.

“You are not an object but the minute I stepped into that store I craved you. It’s your fault you chose my chest to run into. You innocently signed your life over to me so as of now I own your very being. You belong to me. So yes, I can make decisions for you.”

Tears were strolling down my face.

What have I done?

“I hate you” I gritted out.

He smirked and with slow movements started to lick my tears.

He closed his eyes and savoured the salty taste.

“But for how long?”

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bogusfilth · 1 month

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honestly the "why do you even want a relationship when you could get all of these emotional/relational things you're describing from friendships" is fucking inane anyway. if you think there's absolutely nothing a relationship has to offer over a friendship why are you so bent up about me wanting one anyway. these people who are so content with their agapē and then they all turn around and they're like "well if you're complaining about this person cancelling on you again why don't you just ghost them and never see them again" as if they've never cared about anyone in their life. I can't even cut out people I Hate and you're asking etc. etc.

#sorry i'm just depressed as fuck and i feel like i've been fighting tooth and nail to justify wanting to feel wanted

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lepartiprisdeschoses · 14 days

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"What we talk about when we talk about love" or "What I talk about when I talk about running" aren't redundant, right? When we talk about love, we might be taking about agapē or eros. Murakami could be talking about marathons in general, or his first experience competing in one.

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officialyourdailyinspiration · 1 year

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Considering what month it is, it shouldn't be a surprise that we'd discuss an article entitled, "Reclaiming the Rainbow: The Misappropriation of a Religious Symbol." This piece sheds light on how the rainbow, a significant Biblical symbol, has been appropriated by LGBT+ movements, causing concern among many Christians.

▶️ The rainbow, traditionally a symbol of God's mercy to all humanity, has been adopted by the LGBT+ community, often causing discomfort among Christians. In today's secular climate, using the rainbow as a symbol risks giving a false impression.

▶️ A historical dive into the origin of the gay pride rainbow flags reveals that they were first made for the San Francisco Gay Freedom Day Parade in 1978. The flag, which was initially designed with eight stripes, each representing a different meaning, has now evolved into a symbol of sexual diversity, deviating from the Christian understanding of selfless agapē love.

▶️ The rainbow, in Christian and Jewish teachings, signifies God's promise to humanity to never flood the earth again, as stated in Genesis 9:11. It is not only a symbol of God's covenant but also a sign of His grace.

▶️ In addition to its covenant symbolism, the rainbow is used in the Bible to describe the glory of the soon-coming Messiah, reinforcing its sacred significance to Christians. Its appropriation by any group profanes this divinely ordained symbol.

▶️ Isaac Newton's analysis shows the rainbow contains seven colours, reflecting the seven major notes in the musical scale. The rainbow's existence is a testament to God's design and the beauty of creation, meant to inspire praise and worship.

▶️ In conclusion, Christians are encouraged to actively promote the rainbow as a universal symbol of God's love and mercy, instead of allowing it to be claimed by single-issue pressure groups.

The rainbow is a beautiful symbol of God's love, mercy, and the covenant He made with humanity. It is also a Messianic symbol, appearing in several visions where Christ sits in judgement over the affairs of men. Let's reclaim it for its original, God-intended purpose!

Link: Here's the full article: https://creation.com/reclaiming-the-rainbow

#creation.com #Reclaiming the Rainbow

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hoursofreading · 5 months

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I was an atheist for 27 years. I don't necessarily agree with the other poster who mentioned quantum mechanics. I'm a physics bachelor, so I've taken 2 senior level courses in QM, and I don't believe it is incompatible with a purely physical universe. I don't believe there is absolutely any physical evidence or proof that can ever be used to "prove" God, or "prove" an Intelligent Design or anything like that. I think a created universe and an uncreated universe are not in principle distinguishable from each other. I am, have always been, and remain a perfect agnostic, in that way. Personally, my conversion was very philosophical, and I continue to view Christianity more as a philosophy than as a system of mere intellectual belief. Namely, it is the philosophy that Love (Agapē) Is the Highest Good. I went through some major upheavals in my life, and I was forced to stare my nihilism in the face. I was forced to look on the yawning meaningless of a universe where there is no Highest Good, no Purpose for existence. And I realized there was absolutely zero reason to stay alive in such a universe. I was nothing more than a slave of my genes and neurotransmitters, in that universe. There was no good and evil, in that universe, only dead dust. The only truly free action I could take in such a universe, the only way to declare my independence, the only way to escape that prison, would be suicide. I kept thinking about the Holocaust. I was already a leftist and an antifascist. I regarded the Holocaust as an act of intrinsic evil. But finally, forced to stare a godless universe in the face by the loss of everything I had held dear and lived for, I found myself wondering: What actually made the Holocaust evil? Was it all just nothing more than carbon being converted into another form of carbon? I thought of the children who died in the gas chambers, the pictures I'd seen of their fingernail markings embedded in the concrete walls of the rooms where they died. Did noone hear their screams? Were their deaths meaningless in the grand scheme of things? We won the war; we hanged all the Nazis; we told ourselves justice was done. But was it really? Would it have been any comfort to those children, to come to them in that chamber as they were choking on Zyklon-B, and say, "Do not fear! The allies will win, and put all the people who did this to you to the rope!" Did killing the Nazis make right a single one of their wrongs, in the end? After all, it wasn't really justice that won, was it? It was force of arms. It was military might. What if the Nazis had won that war? What if we had never heard about the Holocaust? Does good really depend on strength to win in the end? On material victory? And what about 1000 years from now? What about 1,000,000 years from now? What about 1,000,000,000,000 years from now, when our planet has been swallowed up by our sun and the sun and every star in the night sky has gone dark, and all that is left is dead cold atoms and space, and there are no more history books, no trace or memory, no minds left that remember the Holocaust? When the Nazis and the Jews and the Allies and everyone who has ever lived, the good and the evil alike, have all returned to dust? Will justice have been done then? Christianity, to me, is nothing more than a hope. It is nothing more than the choice of rebellion against that dead, dark, nihilistic universe. It is the choice to say, "Love Is my God. I will not live as a slave to material things, the things of this world that are passing away. I will choose to resist entropy, and build up my neighbor in love. I will choose to live in the hope that love is not in vain, that love will be victorious in the End." That's all it is for me, anyway. Just a hope. I chose it, instead of death.

u/elenjays

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trippychic69 · 7 months

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agapē

#erotic

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akizuke · 7 months

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two favorite books ive read this year are Something Happened by Joseph Heller and Agapē Agape by William Gaddis

#sakizuke

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writers-realm · 1 year

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Motus Animi Raffle event, hosted by and on the Writer's Realm website (www.wrealms.com). This event is not affiliated with or hosted by tumblr.

Welcome to the February 2023 Raffle Event, hosted by Writer's Realm! There will be three winners for this event, and the deadline is February 28th, 2023

Click HERE to view the event, the full instructions, and the list of prizes!

EVENT PROMPT:

Did you know there are different types of love? Share a scenario when your character experienced one of the following:

🤍 Eros- [EH-rows]: The romantic love shared between lovers. It is passionate, sensual, and attractive on both a physical and mental level. The word "erotic" is derived from the word "eros."

🤍 Philia- [FEE-lee-uh]: The ancient Greek word for "affection," and the chosen love of friendship. Philia is the love shared between friends. It is comforting, familiar and has a different degree of intimacy than the Eros form of love.

🤍 Storge- [STOR-ghay]: The love that a parent or guardian has for their child/children. Storge love is described as the most natural form of love. It is safe, nurturing, and familial.

🤍 Agapē- [ah-GAH-pee]: A benevolent love and desire for good will towards another. It is often described as the type of love a god has for their creation, and the love a person has for nature or those less fortunate. It is a protective love that does not depend on filiation in order to be shown. It upholds the "Love thy neighbor" morals.

🤍 Lost Love: All things must come to an end. Has your character ever tragically lost a lover?

🤍 The one that got away: Did your character have a love interest that simply did not work out? Was your character the one that got away?

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