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꒰ your egg just hatched, @yunymphs ! ꒱ — choso \ soulmates \ drunk confessions.

୧ ‧₊ INDENTIONS OF FATE.

you think you’ll never find your soulmate — that is, until choso finds you passed out on a sidewalk.

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꒰ 𝐌𝐃𝐍𝐈 ! ꒱

from your first breath, your bones are embedded with the notion that there’s no guarantee.

the whims of providence that weave the foundation of matter promise polarity and a complement for all that subsists in the form of duality, but never guarantees intersection or collision. such is the indentions of fate.

because you exist, something else also exists to make a spectrum out of your occurrence. but. though everyone is granted a soulmate, not everyone discovers their own. not everyone who stumbles upon their soulmate finds themselves eternally bound to them. such is the nature of free will and the fragility of the absolute. ꒰ o, the irony ꒱ absolute. solid. each living creature cradles a guarantee that their perfect counter exists but the flimsiness persists in the possibility that you may not live to observe them. regardless of such a contradiction, it’s been well-documented that the closer you get in physical proximity to your soulmate, the more an interesting phenomenon occurs: a single mark begins to sketch itself into the outer and inner layers of the flesh, fate’s spool threaded as a mark of collision into thick skin. the place the scar appears is at random, but it matches that of your soulmate’s, identical in every way. it’s been understood that when proximity occurs, it starts to burn, searing you as the first utter that falls on your ears from them becomes embossed into your spirit. in conclusion, there’s no timeline to expect it and no promise to experience it.

but even so, there’s security in foreordination.

it tells you with certainty that belongingness takes shape, that it becomes something tangible you can hold. real. it’s just that it can be cruel, adhering to nothing but neutrality and devastating calculation. fortune or misfortune, such things are constructs for humanity to unravel. fate has omniscience but no feeling to reward or punish you with it fate’s only purpose is to align and persist. to weave and knot and place. a never-ending task constantly looping in and on and through itself. it’s never personal, just something absurdly meticulous. so here you are, watching with your heart in your throat as the patient lying unconscious right in front of you, never expected to return to a truly living state, starts to develop an interesting mark right on the side of their face. your eyes go round with horror as you and your tender heart watch and ache. you understand that once again you witness someone’s misfortune. their soulmate is coming but they’ll never see their face. you hear of happy endings all the time, but the longer you work in this field, the more you’re starting to feel like finding your soulmate is closer to winning the lottery. there’s no guarantee of close distance, no promise that fate will thread the lines that gravitate you toward one another, nothing. even if you do, would you have the luxury of knowing? helplessly peering along while tragedies are handed out at random always makes you consider if you’ll inevitably have one of your own, if that’s what you should perhaps expect. as it stands, there’s no evidence your soulmate had ever been anywhere near you, your skin barren of the stain fate’s kiss leaves. you’ve never felt the burning sensation, the abrupt pain that unfurls with no remorse, nor the remnants of their voices floating around your mental cavern lightly. when you’re able to leave the hospital, tired feet aching and swollen as you string them along, you feel entirely drenched in helplessness. you send a message to your best friend, a fellow nurse with the luxury of not only a soulmate but a day off, letting him know your shift finally found its end and you’re leaving full of your abysmal sighs about the soulmate conundrum. again.

7:45 pm. you.

can’t disclose obviously, but what i witnessed today? heartbreaking. starting to feel like having a soulmate is an act of brutality.

7:53 pm. geto.

until it happens to you?

7:55 pm. you.

no it’s just…even if it does happen to me there’s no guarantee we’ll end up together after meeting. lots of people have reported not feeling romantic love for their soulmate, but a great need to have them in their life in some way.

8:02 pm. geto.

it must have been rough if you’re in this much of a despair sinkhole after. but aren’t soulmates guaranteed? that’s comforting, is it not?

8:04 pm. you.

yes but no. there’s no guarantee i’ll even come across them while i’m alive. just that they exist. it’s so heartbreaking to think about, but my parents found each other and i just always thought it meant our family was luckier but now as i get older i start to wonder if i’m wasting my life quietly hoping i’ll get to meet mine and hear their voice even just once.

8:15 pm. geto.

?? you’re still young ?? and i think we all quietly hope for it. no matter what anyone says. even before i found satoru…you know i always hoped.

8:18 pm. you.

it just feels like i’ll hope and then die disappointed, feeling unfulfilled with my life, and alone.

geto doesn’t respond right away, but the bubble indicates he’s scrounging together a lengthy reply about your negativity catalyzing self-sabotage and a self-fulfilling prophecy, but you don’t have it in you to go back and forth. your chest aches with somber notions and all you want is to throw back a glass of whiskey that burns your throat and dissolves your fears temporarily. to your surprise, geto never responds from his oversized mountain of self-righteous philosophizing on love. instead, his other half and your other best friend does, as insensitive and disinterested as ever.

8:47 pm. satoru.

i’m not dealing with the hopeless soulmate debacle and i’m not sitting through another debate between you and g.

8:49 pm. you.

well i’m going to a bar to become a disaster so you don’t have to worry about g in your ear all night.

8:51 pm. satoru.

i mean i do but not for reasons i mind.

8:53 pm. you.

please stop texting me.

8:55 pm. satoru.

be safe. don’t talk to strangers and call us if you need us.

8:55 pm. you.

will do.

the next few hours are shrouded in soft sorrow and top-shelf bourbon. you can’t fathom why it weighs on you so heavily, why the prospect of never stumbling upon your soulmate deflates you beyond reasonable capacity. even your two best friends are sick of your single woes and lonely prattles. it’s why you want to drink alone. you just want to wallow in peace. people who have connections to their soulmates don’t understand. they teem with hope because their love exists as an example of possibility and fruition. “another please,” you slur to the bartender, gently placing the empty glass before you. a sympathetic smile as he nods and moves away to fill your request. a drunken smile stretches across your face at his obedience and lack of protest that you spent twenty minutes talking him down from. another shot materializes before you, another burning sensation that fills your lungs and fluxes throughout your chest when you toss it back with a sour-faced wince. with a soft thud, your forehead hits the surface of the bar and you groan. “ugh, i’ll be alone for the rest of my life, won’t i?” “that’s highly unlikely,” the bartender responds with tender intonation. “you may not come across your soulmate, no, but it doesn’t mean you’ll be alone forever.” your head rises loosely, eyes narrowed and lips puckered as you peer over the thin-haired man skeptically. this sounds like the rhetoric of a found soulmater. they’ve got loose, hopeful lips, always projecting their results on others. you scoff. “you’re soulmated up, aren’t you?” “i-i am,” a sheepish admission. you stand, stumbling as soon as you get to your feet, and grip the edge of the bar for stability. “don’t gaslight me, soulmater.” “w-wha? i was only trying to help…” “and i was only trying to be in love.” you lament, a flailing arm reaching to harshly pat his shoulder. “best of luck to you and your forever. i’ll be going home alone.” when you try to walk away, grasping the bar as you stare at your feet and will them forward, you’re overcome by vertigo. dizziness and nausea flood your intoxicated frame, making your head spin. still gripping the bar, you sink into a kneeling position, grousing as you feel a burning rush lurch in the base of your throat. there’s a voice right next to you, the blurry feeling of a ghosting grasp on your shoulder. you feel it on your waist, too.

oh god! are you okay?

“i’m fine. i’m fine.” you mumble to whomever, gripping your neck. “everything burns. m'very drunk. need a cab.” when you lift your head, there’s no one there and you giggle at the absurdity of it all, likely earning odd looks from other patrons as you pull yourself to your feet and make your way to the door, clumsy and chortling on your way out. “ohhh, i’m so drunk. feel like i did drugs i think.” you mumble, explaining your auditory hallucinations to yourself with a nod.

you make it outside into the fresh, night air. the stuffiness of the bar unrealized until you experience the relief of coolness against your skin. smiling, you tip your head back and enjoy the grazing feeling of a midnight breeze crawling across your neck. “god that feels amazing,” you murmur. digging into the pocket of your scrubs, you fish out your phone, going to the phone app and attempt to call for a cab, rationale gone over your head. you should have used an easily accessible app to call for a car, but instead, you call the last number dialed, which of course, is none other than suguru geto. “hello to my favorite emo.” geto greets. “how’s the bar?” ignoring his voice and words, you messily slur your request. “hi! i’m outside, cab.” “cab?” geto grumbles. “oh god, how drunk are you? do you need help getting home? i knew i should’ve come. i let satoru talk me out of it…” you gasp. “geto? is that you? when did you get a cab?” he chuckles. “i’m not your cab, but i can come get you.” “no need, my cab is coming.” you say confidently, wobbling as you pace back and forth along the sidewalk. you smile fondly. “thanks for calling to check on me.” geto snorts. “you’re welcome, punk. let’s stay on the phone until your cab comes.” “you’re not my dad, you know?” you grumble in frustration. “i can wait for my cab.” a deeply-seeded sigh. “you’re an annoying drunk.” “better than an annoying sober like you.” geto’s amused huff follows your retort. “no, you’re that, too.” “hey! i—” you’re cut off by a searing pain that shoots across the span of your neck. it pierces through your flesh, stabbing and burning all the way to your bones, leaving you doubling over with a loud, pained yelp. by the time it fades, you’re lying on the ground, eyes fluttering open. “oh god! are you okay?” you hear a familiar voice call out for you, feeling hands grip your shoulder and waist as you’re pulled into a sitting position. when your eyes open, your vision is distorted, but you see the dark-haired figure before you. you smile, head lulling to the side as you nod off with a giggle. “i already told you i’m fiiiiiiiiine,” you sing, slapping his chest. “how did you disappear so fast before?” “huh?” the deep tenor of a confused man. you see more now as your vision gains clarity, see him in high definition. an unfamiliar boy squats before you, ghostly pale and dark-haired. dark makeup lines his eyes and a thick black stripe is painted across his nose. his raven locks lay tousled around his face, the silver ring attached to his lip gleams in the low light of the dead night. you blink and murmur, “you're pretty.” “are you okay?” he asks again, eyes full and round with concern. “you fell forward. i’m worried you may have hit your head.” you shake your head from side-to-side as fast as you can, trying to test the limits of any aching. “think m’good,” “wow,” he laughs. “you’re drunk out of your mind. what a way to find my soulmate.” you pout, voice deadpanning as your glossy eyes peer at him. “you come up to me on a night like this just to brag about your soulmate?” “no, i came because i saw you collapse? after your mark started to appear?” he corrects you, with a soft smile. “you’re kind of a mess.”

you blink, soundless as you try your damndest to comprehend all the words he says, what they mean, and the implications each statement has on your life. you realize what he’s called you and your brows bundle together in confusion guided by frustration. you squeak. “what?! i’m no—” “don’t worry. i’m kind of a mess, too. if you couldn’t tell by the face tattoo and the piercings.” you can’t tell. your current state of mind is making processing information much harder than it usually is but as he says it, you look him over and notice the black tank top and the exposed thickness of his arms, decorated in a myriad of colors and sketches. silver hoops are attached to his lip and looped through his nose, a piercing on one brow, too. this boy is the furthest from your type a boy has ever been, but he’s beautiful and his eyes are kind, full of quiet elation and longing. his flesh seems as if it would be so cold, but the boy before you radiates a specific kind of warmth that hums hymns in your ear, soothes you like a prayer just upon proximity. or maybe it’s the symptom of a soulmate. “you’re not my type but god you’re hot.” you murmur. he snorts a laugh right in your face, the sound of which makes you smile quite fondly at him. melodic, boyish, youthful, that’s the song of his laughter. “your laugh...” a feathery voice as you, without thought, reach a hand out to cup his cheek. “cute,” he freezes, a rose blooming underneath the garden of his skin, eyes wide and bashful as he leans back from your touch and stares at you, seemingly uncertain, or perhaps he’s merely flustered. realizing what you’ve done, you blink rapidly and knit your brows together. “i…i’m sorry…uh…” your voice trails. you don’t know his name, and this exchange is happening with an otherwise stranger. the boy speaks, a wispy tone and moony eyes. “choso,” “y/n,” a tender response. his gaze softens, a simple word fluttering off his breath. “pretty,” before you can respond, you hear a muffled scream that you can’t place the source of. you follow its sound, finding the source to be your phone. your eyes widen as you recall your call with geto and you scramble to pick the phone up. “g?!” you call frantically. you hear satoru groan in relief. “what the fuck happened to you? you screamed and went quiet. we thought someone kidnapped you.” “right up until we heard you laying it on thick with some guy.” geto chimes. your mouth falls open as you glance at choso. “i was not.” “yes the hell you were.” satoru retorts, imitating your voice. “you’re not my type but god you’re hot.” as soon as he finishes, he and geto burst into a chorus of laughter at the entire situation and circumstances displayed out before them. feeling coy now and an uncomfortable level of perceived, you shrink in on yourself. “can you guys pick me up?” you grumble.

"oh? what happened to your precious cab?" geto teases. satoru snorts. “have your soulmate take you home. it’s about time you find one. i thought we’d have to listen to you cry about this shit for years to come.” “oh, fuck you, satoru.” you spit and hang up. choso chuckles, rising to his feet. “you really are a mess of a woman.” “i…” somberly, you look down at your twiddling fingers. “well, you caught me on a really rough day.” holding a hand out for you to grab and stand up yourself, choso smiles warmly. “i’d rather find my soulmate on the roughest day of their life than not at all.” a girlish grin while he helps you to your feet. you try to ignore the tingles dancing between your fingers as they touch. “i suppose so.” once on your feet, you stand awkwardly. choso’s hands stuff deep into his pockets and you manage to stay standing despite feeling the gentle but involuntary tilt of your drunken body, both of you uncertain of what should come next. before either of you can speak, your phone buzzes in your hand.

12:43 am. satoru.

obviously we’ll come get you. thank you for keeping your location on. good girl.

12:44 am. you.

don’t good girl me. will be ur cause of death.

“will your friends come to pick you up and make sure you get home safely?” he asks you, noticing your crooked grin. you nod shyly. “that’s good. i’ll wait here with you until they come.” unwilling to inconvenience your soulmate anymore than you have, you shake your head, rejecting his pledge. “no, no. you don’t have to. i don’t want to bother you more than i already have.”

choso shrugs, a playful grin. “eh, i don’t mind being bothered. in fact, i think i might want to bother you. is that okay?” it takes a moment for the sweetness that drenches your gut to subside before you feel like you can respond. you don’t know what will happen from here, as fate promises only the absolute of existence and the potentiality of collision. all the in-betweens, the feelings, the memories, the dynamics, it all has to be built from scratch, a product of mutual willingness you aren’t sure choso has. “i—i don’t mind being bothered, either.” you finally mumble. a small silence passes before you quietly inquire, “will i…get to see you around? after this?” choso chuckles, a single nod but tender all the same. “yeah, fate said so.”

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isaiahbie · 2 years

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Mga Katanungan Tungkol sa Foreknowledge ng Diyos, Kalayaan ng Tao, at Problema ng Kasamaan

Genevieve: Omniscient god mo, therefore, whatever you do, he already knows. You’re a literal puppet because you can’t escape the future that god has written for you from the start.

Isaiah: Genevieve, why think that God’s foreknowledge and God’s foreordination are the same? Magkaiba kasi yan eh. That I know the happening of an event in advance doesn’t mean I am the cause of that event’s happening. Think about it. Suppose tinanong ko ang nanay ko ngayon kung mahal niya ba ako o hindi—alam ko na oo ang magiging sagot niya dahil kilala ko ang nanay ko in a deep and personal way. Suppose, then, na oo nga ang naging sagot ng nanay ko—was it my foreknowledge that determined what my mother was going to say? Of course not! Therefore, we should distinguish the concept of foreknowledge from foreordination.

Consider another example. Suppose muli kong pinanood ang paborito kong anime series—edi alam ko na ang ending in advance, including every choice that the characters will make. But did I determined how the movie will end? Did my foreknowledge determined how each of the characters will act? Of course not! Walang influence ang foreknowledge ko whatsoever on the movie. In fact, quite the opposite is true: my foreknowledge is dependent on the choices of the characters in the movie, so that if it were the case that the characters had chosen differently, then my foreknowledge about their choices would have been different as well.

The same is true with God’s foreknowledge. From His omniscient vantage point, the entire history of our space-time universe is like that of a finished movie. He may have been responsible in choosing which “reels” (possible worlds) are going to play out in the finished movie (the actual world), but the content of those reels is entirely up to the free choices or actions of His human creatures. In this sense, God’s foreknowledge is like that of an infallible barometer. Although a barometer’s reading is chronologically prior to the weather, it’s not the reading that determines the weather, but the weather that determines the reading. So, yes, God’s foreknowledge is chronologically prior to our choices, but it’s not His foreknowledge that determines our choices, but our choices that determines His foreknowledge. If our choices were to be different, then God’s foreknowledge would have been different.

Therefore, God’s foreknowledge is not incompatible with human freedom.

Elmo: Sige ganito, alam nyang mare-rape ang isang bata, bakit di nya pigilan?

Ja: If your god is all powerful, and he is in a position where he is able to help, bakit hindi siya gumagalaw?

Isaiah: Ja at Elmo, sa maniwala kayo o sa hindi, gumagalaw ang Diyos.

Kumilos siya sa kasaysayan, kumikilos sa kasalukuyan, at muling kikilos sa pagdating ng panahon.

Sa kasaysayan: mga dalawang libong taon na ang nakalipas, nagkatawang-tao ang Diyos upang pagbayaran ang ating mga kasalanan. Marahil narinig niyo na ang dakilang kwento: namatay siya at muling nabuhay sa ikatlong araw—at ito ang naging hudyat ng muling paghahari ng Diyos sa ating daigdig. Napakahalaga nito; sapagkat, ibig sabihin, bilang na lamang ang mga araw ng kasamaan sa ating daigdig. Nagsimula nang dumungaw ang liwanag; samakatuwid, matatapos na ang gabi. Ito ang pag-asang taglay ng mga sumasampalataya kay Cristo. Ngunit kung hindi ito totoo, may pag-asa bang naghihintay sa atin? Ayon sa pangalawang alituntunin ng thermodynamics, darating ang araw na mauubos rin ang lahat ng enerhiya sa mundo. Maglalaho ang lahat ng init, at maiiwang malamig at walang anumang buhay ang ating planeta. Magpapalutang-lutang na lang ito sa gitna ng kawalan at nakabibinging katahimikan. Walang hustisya, walang pag-asa, at walang pagpapanumbalik sa mga bagay na nasira. “God is dead, and we have killed him!” wika ni Friedrich Nietzche. “How shall we comfort ourselves, the murderers of all murderers?”

Sa kasalukuyan: kumikilos ang Diyos sa pamamagitan ng kanyang iglesya. Ang iglesya ang kanyang katawan; samakatuwid, mga Cristyano ang mga kamay at paa ng Diyos na nagdadala ng tulong sa mga liblib na lugar, nagpapakain sa mga batang nagugutom, at sumasagip sa kanila mula sa kamay ng masasama. Isang halimbawa nito ang International Justice Mission (IJM)—ang pinakamalaking samahan ng mga Cristyanong abogado, hukom, pulis, mga paralegal at social workers—na ang tanging layon ay sugpuin ang lahat ng anyo ng human trafficking saan man ito matagpuan. Mula ng maitatag ito taong 1997, mahigit kumulang 76,000 katao na ang nasagip ng IJM mula sa tiyak na pang-aalipin at karahasan. Nasaan ang Diyos kapag may babaeng hinahalay, ang tanong ninyo? Bahagi ng sagot ang partisipasyon ng mga Cristyano sa iba’t ibang aspeto ng ating sistemang pangkatarungan. Nasa kongreso ang Diyos na naglalagay ng pangil sa ating mga batas. Kasama ang Diyos sa sting operation ng mga pulis na tumutugis sa mga kriminal. Nasa loob siya ng hukuman: ginagabayan ang mga abogado at hukom sa paggawad ng hustisya. Nasa loob siya ng mga bahay-ampunan: yakap-yakap ang mga naulila at biktima ng karahasan. May ginagawa ba ang Diyos? Oo. Masdan ninyo ang paglaganap ng katarungan at kapayapaan sa bawat lugar na tinatapakan ng kanyang mga anak. Mga Cristyano ang nagtayo ng mga kauna-unahang pampublikong ospital, paaralan, at mga bahay-ampunan. Binuwag ng mga Cristyano ang slave trade sa Europa; pinahinto ang tradisyon ng footbinding sa Tsina; at tinuldukan ang racial segregation sa Amerika. Ilan lamang ito sa mga palatandaan ng unti-unting pagsalakay ng liwanag ng Diyos sa kadiliman ng mundong ito. Ang paghahari ng Diyos ay nagsimula na, at hindi pa siya tapos.

Sa pagdating ng panahon: muling babalik si Cristo upang tuluyang palayain ang daigdig mula sa sumpa ng kasalanan. Parurusahan niya ang lahat ng nagkasala at walang kuta ng diyablo ang hindi niya pababagsakin. At “ang kahuli-hulihang kaaway” na kanyang lalamunin ay ang kamatayan (1 Corinto 15:26). Sa araw na iyon, papahirin ng Diyos ang bawat luha: “Wala nang kamatayan, dalamhati, pagtangis, at paghihirap sapagkat lumipas na ang dating mga bagay” (Pahayag 21:4). Hindi ito isang kathang-isip lamang. Ang ebidensya ng naging pagkilos ng Diyos sa kasaysayan ay ebidensya ng kanyang katapatan, at samakatuwid, ang katiyakan ng mga bagay na darating.

Gumagalaw ang Diyos. Hindi importante kung naniniwala ba kayo sa mga sinabi ko sa itaas. Ang importante ay kung anong nilalaman ng ebidensya ng kasaysayan at ng kasalukuyan. At malinaw ang ebidensya: totoo ang paggalaw ng Diyos.

Nakadepende ang katotohanan sa ebidensya, hindi sa ating paniniwala. Kaya nga sinimulan ko ang aking tugon sa mga katagang, “sa maniwala kayo o sa hindi.” Halimbawa: Ipagpalagay na hindi ako naniniwala sa law of gravity—bigla na ba akong lulutang? Siyempre hindi. Sa maniwala ako o sa hindi, totoo ang law of gravity, at sa ayaw ko o sa gusto, nasasaklawan ako nito. Gayundin ang katotohanan ng Diyos.

Hindi rin importante kung naabot ba ng tugon ko sa itaas ang mga expectations ninyo. Sapagkat sino bang nagsabing dapat kumilos ang Diyos nang tulad sa ating inaasahan? “Ang aking kaisipa’y hindi ninyo kaisipan, ang inyong kaparaanan ay hindi ko kaparaanan,” wika ng Diyos. “Kung paanong ang langit ay mas mataas kaysa lupa, ang aking kaparaanan ay higit kaysa inyong kaparaanan, at ang aking kaisipan ay hindi maaabot ng inyong kaisipan” (Isaias 55:8-9).

Naalala ko rito ang mga Judio. Ang inaasahan nilang Mesias na darating ay isang makapangyarihan hari na tutulong dapat sa kanila na gapiin ang mga Romano. Sa halip, ang Mesias na dumating ay isang mababang anak ng karpintero na di kalauna’y ipinapako nila sa tulong ng mga Romano! Kabaliktaran na kabaliktaran ito ng lahat ng kanilang inasahan! Ang aral: hindi natin maaaring ikahon ang Diyos sa ating mga expectations. Hindi ang putik ang nagdedesisyon ng kanyang magiging hulma, kundi ang gumagawa ng palayok ang siyang masusunod. Mas marunong ba tayo kaysa sa Diyos?

Na-disappoint tayong lahat nang hayaan lang ni Barry Allen na mamatay ang kanyang nanay sa kamay ni Eobard Thawne. Para tayong binagsakan ng langit sa naging ending ng Avengers: Endgame noong 2019. Pero di naglaon, naintindihan rin natin ang lahat, hindi ba? May dahilan pala. Gayundin marahil sa Diyos. Tulad kaya ni Dr. Strange, sinuri rin ng Diyos ang lahat ng posibleng maganap sa kasaysayan? Ngunit pinili niya kaya ang daigdig na ginagalawan natin ngayon, dahil ito na ang pinakamainam, bagaman may’ron pa ring ilang dungis ng kasamaan? Naniniwala akong may dahilan ang Diyos. Ngunit kung ano ang kanyang dahilan: hindi na ‘yon abot ng aking kaalaman. Ito lang ang aking alam: may ginawa ang Diyos, may ginagawa ang Diyos, at may gagawin ang Diyos.

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chachomanopapa · 2 years

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Heroically, but unsuccessfully, I have been trying to warn us. Increasingly tho, people don’t believe me. I know. That’s hard to believe. And lately, especially, my credibility’s been taking a beating. I’m down. Still, I’m not out — There are game-changers a-coming — to visit, with us.Against astronomical odds, heroically, I have been trying — without success — to warn us. Unbeknownst to us,…

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by Dr. Greg Bahnsen | As he was originally created by God, man was able to do good or evil; he had a free will (morally, as well as metaphysically, speaking). However, since mankind's fall into sin at the rebellion of our first parents, men are now enslaved to sin and have lost this (moral) free will. We read in Ecclesiastes 7:29, "God made man upright, but they...

#Cross-Examination: Foreordination and Moral Accountability #Dr. Greg Bahnsen #drive.google.com

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lamamasjamas · 2 years

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Summary: Luke watches from afar as your relationship with the stoic Mandalorian develops. / You deal with the aftermath

a/n: For context read A King's Foreordination. This is basically Lukes POV and some other events that happened in the story.

Warnings: Haunted!Din, Jedi!Reader, jealousy, possessiveness, angst, allusion to sex

Word Count: 3.4K

Watching from afar one sees the discrepancies in someone else’s life. There were always signs. Maybe he should have stopped it sooner. His optimism won him over.

He could feel this shift, the moment he introduced the two of them to each other. They were a good pair he thought as he watched from a distance. As the light dimmed, he could faintly see their light. They were very close, and she thought she was being sneaky.

He tells his padawans that the light and noise are from old spirits that still roam the forests. They inspired him, maybe a little too much sometimes. It’s gotten to the point where he created stories. Of these lovers, dancing with each other through their blades. He said this more to ease the fear of the padawans than anything else.

It worked, and also backfired. They were suddenly even more curious to catch a glimpse of the light of lightsabers clashing. The older padawans knew it was the Mandalorian and their teacher. They often caught them together throughout the day. Some of them even hang around and make conversations. They gained a high level of respect for the mandalorian.

He would often show them tricks that not even Luke could do. They would even persuade them to do a demonstration. They would laugh and she would wince whenever he did something wrong. “You have no patience” She would say as she pats him on his shoulder. Comforting him from falling head first into a puddle of mud. He was still irked a few days later whenever the padawans reminded him to keep an eye on his feet instead of on Ms. Y/n.

At one point even Luke joined in and asked for a duel himself. Din didn’t waver despite losing almost all the time. Din was heavy, whereas Luke was swift. Luke thought the darksaber didn’t fit him at all. He swung with too much power, too much emotion. He had no control. But, with y/n’s guidance he was sure he would get the hang of it.

He didn’t really have a problem with the mandalorian, and he didn’t really believe thst attachment could ultimately lead to the darkside. He himself has love in his life, familial that is, but he does know the dangers of it, especially to the youth. The only reason he didn’t want Grogu to form such a strong attachment to Din was because of his trauma. Losing Din Djarin would only result in his final push towards anger and pain.

He’s had a good life in his youth, for that he’s grateful. Past events could cause a festering of bitterness, and of fear. Grogu, when he first met him, was full of fear. It wouldn’t be wise to further it by forming an even greater bond to his “father”.

He can’t help but debate whether or not to stop whatever was developing with them. The lingering gazes were enough to continue the teasing from the others but they were always joking. No, he sees that this could be something real. He could feel the passion, see the lingering touches that no one else could. It was only a matter of time before it would be taken a step further.

You furrow your brow, not understanding where the children were coming up with these so-called true tales. It was cute, but sometimes you couldn’t hide the pain in your eyes whenever they mentioned Luke. It was far too fresh, you lost too many and frankly you were tired of attending parting ceremonies.

Not soon after the many ceremonies, the darksaber was taken. Their mourning was over, while yours wasn’t. Despite your warnings and your offers of placing it somewhere it would be kept hidden and away from anyone that could cause harm again, they refused. They didn’t like you, you understand that, and yet you still pleaded with Bo to let it go.

She leaned against the table, suddenly closer to your face, “We are so close to taking back our planet, I won’t let this setback affect our progress” This made you tense. “He didn’t know how to handle it. He seemed to be focused on less important things, leading to this” She gestures around the room staring you down. You felt small. Your fists clench painfully.

“Now I won’t speak ill of the dead, but he was way in over his head.” She sees you look blankly to space behind her, tears gathering in your eyes, some even rolling down without you making a move to wipe them away. She sighs, she’s gone too far, her posture relaxes, “He was a good man-”

“Do you not feel guilt?” You point forcefully to the hilt on the table. “You knew that this thing would do this to him. You pushed this title to him. Was this your plan all along?-”

“No it wasn’t. This wasn’t supposed to happen” You didn’t believe her.

You reach for the saber and she reacts swiftly, bringing it closer to her body. Her eyes flinched in panic, as if the thought of you taking it away from her would have physically harmed her. You scoff.

“I hope we never have to cross paths again” You leave with the final image of her gripping the darksaber in her hand. It was too familiar

Why didn’t you notice it in him before?

Why didn’t he notice before?

He had to push those thoughts away the day he came by half dead. He was too stressed trying to figure out a way for Grogu to not throw tantrums from not being able to see him. He was too stressed from not seeing her anymore. When he did catch a glimpse she looked drained, bags heavy on her eyes and her face losing its natural color.

It’s only been three days, he was worried. R2 kept him updated. Since she refused anyone’s help, R2 was the only one you permitted into her home where she was currently tending to the Mandalorian. She wasn’t doing well, as he suspected. She was wasting too much of her energy on healing him, her body couldn’t keep up. By the third day R2 wouldn’t leave until she would take care of herself, per his request.

He woke up the same day, and upon observation the Mandalorian looked to be in better shape than he’s ever seen him in. It might have been due to his reunion with Grogu, but he’s not childish enough to believe that the power of “love” makes someone stronger, not physically. She looked weaker, everyone noticed and by the end of the day, when Din departed and ignored him completely, he decided to say something.

“Don’t sacrifice yourself for him” He didn’t mean to sound so harsh, he was just unsettled by the Mandalorian’s behavior, and the way everyone acted as if nothing was happening. She looks back at him in irritation, groaning as if she knew he would give her a lecture. “Luke, I don’t need this right now”

He hums. They watch as Din’s starfighter ascends and flies off. He was different today, Luke couldn’t pinpoint how. He left to sleep with a final comment, “Don’t let him consume you. You have to take care of yourself and he has to do the same'' She defiantly looks up at him, deep down knowing that she should listen. “Whether he likes it or not he has responsibilities- I don’t disapprove of whatever you two become, but be careful… please”

He wanted to rip his own head off. He stands next to her with his arms crossed as she receives what seemed like the millionth gift from her “boyfriend”. “Where’s my gift Din?” Both of them turn to him. He couldn’t read Mando’s expression, but he can see her eyes twitch in annoyance. She warns him with her stare. She chuckles off the awkward silence, but he continues, this time meeting his eyes to Din’s visor, “Jedi aren’t really partial to material gifts”

He watches in amusement as he clenches his hand around the fabric tightly. His shoulders tense and he turns to her, tilting his head. It was as if she understood his question. She puts her hand over his, “I love your gifts, it's just that I don’t really have a use for them here-” His shoulders slump, “but, they’re great-” Luke chuckles and he’s elbowed in the ribs, causing him to wince and cover up his pain with a cough.

“I really appreciate them Din. They make me happy” Did they though? He wouldn’t know, and telling from teh barely perceptible wince and frown whenever he gave something expensive, he’s thinking she doesn't actually appreciate them all that much.

He left shortly after, not wanting to be in the presence of two lovesick weirdos and a baby. He thought it was cute and sweet but he didn’t like it whenever he was in close proximity. He also didn’t like being around the Mandalorian, or Din as she calls him more frequently now. He snaps easier than usual, he can feel the simmering rage whenever he’s around. For now, he says nothing, he’s sure she feels it as well.

“I think you two would be great friends”, It came out of nowhere and he couldn’t help but stare blankly as she smiled sweetly at him. “I mean wouldn’t it be nice for everyone to get along?” He huffs and continues eating his meal. She sighs, “You both are very important to me. I would like you two to get along” He almost spits out his food. He should be the only important person in your life.

Your reasoning only makes him grumpier, and a little insecure. His mood shifted and you definitely noticed. You sit up and lay your head against his shoulder, you smirk up at him, your eyes gleaming with playfulness. “Are you jealous?” Your grin widens as he responds with a gruff no. He was not as amused as you were.

He jumps from the sudden contact of your lips on his neck. You give him a peck, but it lights up his whole body. “Don’t be” He hums as you trail up his throat and to his jaw. “You're the only one for me. Always and forever”

It repeats like a mantra in his head, over and over again he can hear your voice repeat, ‘always and forever’. He blushed a deep red and you can’t help but smile as his eyes widened comically. “Why do you act so surprised?”

He stares in wonder as you start to laugh at his flustered state. “Are you okay-”

“I want to keep you” Now it’s your turn to be shocked. “What-” ��I want you with me forever and for eternity” He was stern in his words, and you couldn’t help but chuckle at how serious he sounded.

He suddenly flipped you so that you were on your back and the grass was tickling your neck. He uses your own method against you until he meets your lips. “You are everything, you and Grogu”

There's an intensity in his eyes that youve never seen before and it makes yours soften.

You couldn’t respond before he kissed you. It was sweet and it was passionate, but not in the rough way, in a way that left all his emotions bared to you.

Out of breath you break apart, and he stares with such ardor that it makes you blurt out anything to lighten his zeal. “So you won’t be friendly with Luke then?” He grumbles then kisses you hard to shut you up.

He knew something bad was going to happen on their trip. He knew since the moment she argued with him that she should go accompany them.

She called in panic, she was sobbing and could barely get any words out. In between sniffs and hiccups she said, “Please… I think… this was a mistake” The bathroom was pristine, the walls looked to be made of stone and there she was in the middle, crying her heart out. He didn’t need to ask what happened, he would help her no matter what.

Without hesitation he called for R2. In this moment he was grateful that he forced the mandalorian to give him the coordinates to whatever planet they were staying in.

She looked pitiful, and from a distance he could see Din watching. Luke was ready. He would do whatever means necessary to make sure she made it out of this planet safely. As she was loading her things in the X-Wing he can see his hand move towards his hip. It was then when he decided that maybe she wouldn’t be safe with him. She needed to go somewhere he wouldn’t find her.

The hut was set up in an open field surrounded by trees. It was calm and oddly completely silent. No wildlife around or even wind. It felt as if time were still. Luke revealed to her that this was his plan B in case the other planet where the padawans were staying was not suitable enough. She nodded, not quite taking in the information he was saying. He didn’t mind, he just needed her to know that he was still there.

He would call and each time he did he could see her spirits have lifted. She tells him of her dreams, and with a smile on his face he reassures her, saying everything would be alright. He didn’t tell her about his dreams. Those filled with bloodshed, screams and pain. He still didn’t fully understand them.

It wasn’t until he woke up to the sound of multiple ships landing nearby the temple that he finally did. They all came out, strapped in armor and guns, and he thought of the younglings. Most of them were asleep. He knew why they were here, so did the others, the oldest of them of course.

He was demanding to know where you were. He was met with silence and that provoked him. Once he ignited the darksaber everyone was up in arms. Luke couldn’t stop them, his students weren’t trained enough to fight. It all went into chaos. Throughout the battle he called for R2, draping his cape around him hurriedly and whispering coordinates to him.

He turned to see Din strike down a padawan. For a moment he couldn’t move or even think. They were killing them. They show no mercy and for a second he feels something he only felt once before. Rage.

It was an out of body experience, he felt as if he had no control, and when his mind finally cleared he couldn’t believe what he had done.

Bodies were strewn across the hills, of both mandalorians and his padawans. He’s given up. He’s on his knees staring into the distance. His lightsaber was thrown across the grass in front of him. He’s no better than them.

Din steps closer collecting his saber and pointing both of them at his neck. “Where’s Y/n?”

He looks up in disappointment, “She would hate you”

Din crosses the blades and pushes closer to his face, “Where is she?”

Luke doesn’t even flinch, “You think she would have wanted you to do this? For her?”

He growls, “Y/n! Come out, I don’t want to do this as much as you do!”

He’s met with silence, and for a moment he thinks that you’re not there. He had a sudden realization! This was a test. A test of his love for you. He needs to prove that he would do anything for you. Then you would finally come out.

“She’s gone, and far away from you” Luke winces as he hears him chuckle. He goes on a tangent. He’s deranged. “We’ll find our way back to each other. You think you’re worthy of her presence? She belongs with me. I'll prove it to her”

He feels fear for the first time in a while. This was not the man he met a year ago. It was as if he was possessed. He knew that he would do whatever it took to get to you, even if it meant doing things he would have never done. Things he would have seen as atrocious.

In the distance he sees the X-Wing depart. He closes his eyes, accepting his fate. All he has now is hope.

He kicks down the door expecting you to jump into his arms from the shadows. “Y/n?” He takes his helmet off and can still smell your caf in the air. It was imprinted on the walls, the sheets of your bed. He failed to notice most of your things were gone. He panics but only for a moment. One of his biggest obstacles is gone, Skywalker.

He would search every planet to find you, scour every town in hopes of seeing you again. Mandalore had to wait a while. His people needed you as much as he did. You told him he was your forever. You wouldn’t willingly leave him.

They hid her from you…

She needs you to save her…

She’s waiting.

The padawans, the one’s left, trusted him easily. They only knew him as the funny man that never showed his face. The man that Ms.Y/n would bring and that would entertain them with stories and games.

They heard the commotion, of course they did, and they were scared, but once the mandalorian came through the doors they felt a sense of calm sweep over the room. He even came in without his helmet and a smile on his face. As he kneeled down on the ground they all surrounded him, asking him many questions at once.

He put his finger to his lips and they all hushed. In a warm smile he says, “We’re all ok. We’re going to my village to stay for a while, until Ms. Y/n comes back” Once they hear that y/n is coming back they all begin to talk over each other again, getting excited. He led them all to the back entrance away from the massacre. Grogu was restless, wanting to be put down and stay with the rest of the padawans, now made foundlings.

With his tiny fists he beat his father’s arm until he let him go with a sigh. He puts his helmet back on as they board the ship and with a nod of his head they leave the planet. The younglings didn’t hear him speak into his vabrance and initiate the bombings of the temples. They were far too sleepy.

You get visits from Ahsoka more often. She usually comes by to ask and see how things were going with the-your padawans. More often than not you express your feelings of unworthiness, and the slowly decreasing amount of motivation. She just tells you that things will let up.

She brings something with her this time, along with R2, whom you greet with a hug despite the lack of reciprocation. Surprisingly she greets you with a hug as well. She presses a box to you and you eye it suspiciously. She murmurs ‘open it’ as she smirks.

You thought it was lost, that most of the parts were destroyed. You look up in surprise, lifting your brow in question. She just shrugs, “I fixed it up a little” You feel the weight of the hilt in your hands and you didn’t expect it to be this light. You guess it was fitting for Luke. You huff a small laugh at the thought.

She continues, “It would serve as a memento of sorts, he would have wanted you to keep it safe for him” She smiles warmly at you, and you put it back in its box. “What about Leia-” “She said the same thing” Your eyes widen. “He would talk about you all the time, so did Ben. He was always grateful to have found you. Said you were the best of us, the people left… I think that what happened proved that. You never let the pain get to you”

You were holding everything in until that moment. You smile through the tears almost making it seem as if you were grimacing. You needed that one last reassurance to finally feel okay.

You spend the day with your padawans recounting the many stories and memories you had of Luke and of every other person you lost that day. The rest of your days would go on in forming new memories with the younglings and occasionally feeling like an imposter. But, whenever you did feel that way you would just sit on the bench where you used to watch Din and Luke train the older kids and meditate.

It was as if they were still with you. You were determined to keep their spirits alive.

#din djarin x reader #din djarin x jedi!reader #din djarin fanfiction #the mandalorian

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ghirahimbo · 3 years

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a non-specific take on how the Link and Ghirahim master/sword AU might come about. I probably won't post this one to ao3 yet in case I decide to use it in a story someday, but I liked it enough to put it here, at least :)

In the Sealed Grounds where the demon hordes had trampled the earth so recently in their violent rampage, the transition to silence was complete. The whistling chirp of birds, the buzz of insects… even the wind through the trees had gone deathly still, all caught up in breathless waiting. Only the pool of inky darkness at the center of Demise's broken prison seemed to breathe, pulsing slowly in and out with uneasy life. Small though it was compared to the spiraling pit containing it, the darkness pulled at the cloud-covered twilight as if its strength alone might dim it. Consume it.

At last, the dark pool recoiled in agitation, and from its churning depths emerged a boy in a green knight’s tunic that had certainly known more pristine days. Bloodied and bruised, yet swaying triumphantly as if standing itself was a triumph, Link stumbled out of the pit’s embrace, adjusting his wet hat to fit more firmly over the mess of hair still dripping from his watery battlefield. The sky above seemed to captivate him, and he craned his head back to stare at the darkened clouds, half in wonder, half in disbelief. Then the hilt of his sword flashed, and a shimmering blue woman emerged to float in front of him.

“Master,” she said, catching his attention. “With the defeat of the demon king Demise, there is a 95% chance that your friend Zelda has already regained consciousness.” Her voice softened almost imperceptibly. “I believe I can say with 100% certainty that she would like to know you are well.”

Link stared at her for another moment, scrubbing a hand over his mouth.

“Of course,” he murmured, and for the first time, he grinned. “Let’s go.”

Strengthened by his anticipation, Link broke into a limping run, eager to put the forsaken pit behind him—but before he could take more than a few steps, a new voice froze him in his tracks.

“Wait.”

Heart sinking like a rock, Link whirled around, one hand hovering warily over the hilt of his sword as a new figure emerged from the retreating darkness. Ghirahim’s skin glimmered like polished obsidian in the fading light, smooth and unmarred except for where fiery cracks split his chest, and a glowing diamond at its center pulsed an erratic, angry red. Cradled against his shattered core was an enormous black sword, its sharp edge not even scratching the skin where it rested against Ghirahim’s hardened arms.

Milky white eyes met tired blue in a silent clash, as if neither had the strength necessary to put words to their feud. Then, without warning, Ghirahim hefted his sword, driving it point first into the softened earth and falling to one knee before it.

“Take it.”

Link blinked, and took a wary step back.

“…What?”

“Take it.” Despite his clear exhaustion, Ghirahim’s voice had that same teasing bite to it as always, coupled now with impatience as he gestured towards the sword. “You defeated my old master Demise, which means his sword is yours to claim. Take it.”

Link stared at him, dumbfounded, and a slow smile curved across Ghirahim’s thin dark lips.

“Let me put it this way,” he said pleasantly. “This sword belongs to you whether you wish it so or not, but things will go much more… smoothly… if you take it now.”

Link shook his head as if to dismiss the notion, fixing Ghirahim with a glare.

“I already have a sword,” he said coldly, starting to turn aside, but this time a light chime from Fi made him stop.

“Master Link,” she said, her cool voice strangely gentle. “I’m afraid that I was not created to remain by your side forever. The demon king’s remaining essence is now sealed within my sword, to be carefully guarded until it is eradicated. The time of our parting will be soon.” She hesitated, and added, “Very soon.”

The first drops of rain began to fall, scattered and sparse. Link stared at Fi incredulously.

“You’re not saying I should trust him,” he said, not really a question, and Fi shook her head.

“Such judgments are not mine to make. I can only report that I sense no immediate intent to do harm from Lord Ghirahim, though whether he hopes to deceive you is less clear. Any further statements would be mere conjecture on my part.”

“Would you mind conjecting then?” Link asked, pursing his lips. After a moment, Fi nodded.

“Master Link…” Her words came with slow reluctance now. “Despite the foreordination of our partnership, I was still given the privilege of choosing you as my master. If what Ghirahim says is true and his sword has passed ownership from the demon king to you, I must surmise that he was not granted that same privilege of choosing Demise.”

“If what he says is true,” Link repeated, sparing another glare for the still-kneeling demon lord. Ghirahim had so far watched their exchange in enigmatic silence, not quite smiling, though he half raised an eyebrow at Link’s scowl. The steadily increasing rain slithered unnoticed in rivulets down his face, striking against his arms with short, metallic plinks.

“I stated that I could not discern whether he hopes to deceive you in some way, and this is true. However…” She paused in consideration. “I do sense a newfound connection between you and that sword, as well as between you and Lord Ghirahim himself. My opinion is that he is telling the truth, in this regard, at least.”

Link stared at her in dismay, and Ghirahim laughed softly.

“Your robotic guide is right, I’m afraid," he murmured. "I’ll have you know that you were not my first choice either, but I think we both know better than most how little control we have over the whims of destiny. Never in this sword’s history has it passed to a human, but it appears our thread of fate has some twists that even I could not predict.”

“There is no thread—“ Link started to say hotly, but let it go with a sigh. Even he could see how pointless finishing that sentence would be. “I suppose you come with the sword, then?”

“I am the sword,” Ghirahim said, his pale eyes glittering. Link paused only a second before nodding. After bearing Fi for so long, he understood how that worked, at least.

“If…” Link took a deep breath, glancing again at Fi. “If I take you with me… what’s to stop you from trying to kill me still?”

“I am physically incapable now of even harming you,” he said, and Link’s eyebrows shot up. A possibility much easier to disprove than prove, but…

“What about Zelda?” he demanded, and Ghirahim’s grin widened.

“On your orders, I would go so far as to guard her from harm, and catch her each time she stumbles,” he said smoothly. Link’s face darkened.

“What about—“

“Master, must we really go through every order that I will or will not obey?” Ghirahim cut him off irritably. “I will obey them all, insofar as I am able. Was it not the same with…?”

He gestured vaguely towards Fi, who looked at him.

“Fi is the designation I was given,” she said, prompting a tight grin.

“Wonderful! I didn’t need or desire to know that.”

“Wait,” Link interjected, his mind spinning slightly. “...You called me master.”

“Is he this slow all the time?” Ghirahim asked Fi incredulously. “How do you put up with it?”

Link let the insult slide, still reeling as he tried to gather his thoughts. Would Ghirahim really debase himself so far just for a chance at revenge? There were other, easier ways to go about it if that was his aim, ways involving less personal humiliation. Fi thought he was telling the truth—about some things, at least—which maybe meant…

“What am I supposed to do with that sword, anyway?” Link said abruptly. “It’s too big for me to even…”

The protest died in Link’s throat as for the first time he really looked at the sword, and licked his lips. Without his noticing, the sword had shrunk in size, though it managed to appear no less menacing despite that. If Link were to hold up his Master Sword in comparison, he doubted that there would be a hair’s difference in length.

“I told you,” Ghirahim said, and Link had to fight down a shiver that he told himself was from the rain. “My sword belongs to you now, Link. Take it.”

Once more he looked at Fi, silently questioning, but if she had an opinion on the matter her blank face gave no voice to it.

“Zelda is waiting for you,” was all she said… and somehow, that was enough.

“Fine,” Link sighed reluctantly. He didn't want to find out at that moment how Ghirahim might try to force him if he refused, and Fi was right. It was time to go. “I accept your sword.”

Trudging forward, Link grabbed it by the hilt, thinking that if worse came to worst, he could still throw it off a cliff somewhere—and felt a terribly familiar warmth surge through his palms as he pulled it free, traveling up his arms to settle somewhere in his chest. A tightness fell from Ghirahim’s face that Link hadn’t noticed until that moment, and he bowed his head forward, pressing a hand delicately against his mangled chest.

“The bonding process is now complete, master,” he said, and despite the formality of his words he had a mocking twist to his lips. “Link… my master.”

Thunder boomed overhead as lightning forked viciously across the sky, the rain falling down in sheets. Link, staring at his own black sword, noticed none of it.

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