besties i must confess that i am positively shitting my fucking pants about tomorrow’s episodes. absolutely bricking it. shaking like a chihuahua. my timbers? shivered. my nuts? shrivelled. hotel? trivago.
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hiii, could you do gn!reader/mc stargazing with Geo :3??? (only if you're comfortable ofc)
Celestial (Geo x MC/Reader)
If only I could stargaze one day. 😔
Enjoy anonnie, have an awesome day/night! <33 Thanks for letting me write this for you.
Anyway, you're in a established relationship with Geode, so rejoice.
- Signed by biggest-geo-oogami-enjoyer
Celestial: in a way that relates to the sky or things outside this world.
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When Geo texts a 'query' your way, you don't know whether it's an order or a request.
"Do you want to hang out tonight?"
"Uh, sure?? Where?"
He then sent you an image of one of the nicer parks in the city, which thankfully happened to be in a safer area as well:
You sighed, pondering whether to allow yourself sleep or 'hang out' with Geo.
Obviously you pick the latter. who sleeps anyway
You give the affirmative, to which he promises to show up within 20 minutes.
You get ready, bringing only the essentials and a couple packs of dried fruit (because only cool people eat dried fruit).
When he arrives, wearing a dark turtleneck and jeans, you (understandably) almost die from his sheer superiority beauty.
You get in his car and he drives you both off to the location.
It's always silent in the car, although he trusts you enough to play his favourite Japanese songs.
It took him 2 years to admit which ones he liked.
Anyway, when you show up, the weather and temperature is perfect (as Geo willed it), and almost nobody else is there.
He sets up the blanket, food (he brought food with him omg what a 11111/10 guy amirite /srs) and whatever else he deemed necessary (a lot of hidden weapons and a bunch of books).
You both lay down under the starry sky and admire them, talking about constellations, hell, you both point some out during the night.
After a while you're snacking on Geo's dick (im sorry) food and snuggled up in a bunch of blankets, while he's calmly reading a Japanese novella.
You eventually curl up on the blanket to fall asleep, to which Geo notices and asks if you want him to wake you later or to take you home now.
You ask to stay a bit longer, to which he obliges.
Until you're out like a light.
Then he bridal-carries you to his car, getting a few side-eyes from nosy strangers, places the belongings in his cars' boot and then takes you home.
You don't even notice until the next morning that you were out, to which he simply teased you. (dw we enjoy that here)
Yeah, you both have a banger time. 10/10, both parties would do it again, so every full moon, Geo will ask you if you wanna stargaze with him again. <3
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So this afternoon while I was waiting for some files to transfer I read the Google Books preview of Magus by Anthony Grafton, a new book (it seems sort of scholarly/popular crossover) on the cultural significance of the magician in Renaissance Europe, and of course, as one might expect, the intro chapter focuses on the Faust legend as a case study. It looks like a pretty good book but I mostly wanted to share this anecdote related in it, which I hadn't seen before (the footnotes, alas, were cut off, so I'm not sure of the source; it's not in the English Faustbuch which iirc is a pretty direct translation of Spiers 1587) but is instantly one of my favorites:
Once, at a gathering of scholars, Faust offered to conjure up a bunch of lost classical plays, so that the scholars might copy them down. The scholars were, of course, tempted--who wouldn't want to recover lost knowledge? But then they concluded that, while the plays were in whatever sort of textual afterlife lost classical plays go to, demons could have tampered with them, and who knows what kind of ungodly things they could have put in there? And so, displaying a truly frightening amount of willpower, they respectfully declined.
I love that so much: the focus on lost classical knowledge as a site of temptation, the idea of dramatic/literary texts as something that can be summoned, the idea that surviving texts by classical pagans are totally fine but lost ones are vulnerable to demonic tampering--I also love versions of Faust who are (or at least were at one point) actually serious about scholarship on some level. I think Marlowe (a Cambridge man) was the first to really get into that idea, of Faustus as a legitimate but discontented academic, and I think he would have liked that story. He did make his Faustus ask:
When I was doing my first Master's degree I studied Doctor Faustus with the late, great Renaissance drama scholar David Bevington, at a point in my life where I was trying to treat serious undiagnosed depression with observant Catholicism, and his empathetic treatment of the play has always stayed with me. He asked us: can any of us say we wouldn't be at least a little tempted? And I've always remembered that.
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James stared at the android. The far away gaze and the gentle click of their gears as their jaw clenched. They weren't present, not really. Not in the way he needed them to be.
He wasn't a man that was often wrong. Even as a kid, he was able to properly guess variables and calculations. He was smart. He wouldn't have this job if he wasn't. He probably would have become some desk jockey working in the Department's main building.
This job that was tearing apart the only thing he cared about. The only person he cared about. This job that was sitting in front of him with their eyes glued to the clock. Counting down the moments until they could get back to that technician that was ruining everything. He was assisting in the end of the world as every physical organism knew it, and for what?
To cure loneliness? To have someone to love? Someone to pleasure?
James drummed his fingers along his desk, his lips tightening. Here he was, staring at a possible failure because of a technician who couldn't get over his emotions, a team of people - himself included - that allowed this to continue. Meanwhile, they were back home, trying to pretend like everything was fine to their friends while not having heard back from James in over a month.
"Osmium undone." He said quietly. He watched their synthetic expression slacken, their shoulders relax. He wasn't going to let this be for nothing. He wasn't going to let this job that was risking his relationship with the only person he had cared so deeply for, fucking fail.
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