נגד שדים

Send a number and ask my muse about their father.

1 - Were you close to your father? 2 - What was your father’s name?  3 - What was your father like in general? 4 - Would you say your father was a good parent? 5 - How did your father treat your mother? 6 - What was your father’s appearance like? 7 - What features did you inherit from your biological father? 8 - Was the father you grew up with your biological one or someone that became a father figure? 9 - What was an important lesson your father taught you? 10 - Is your father still around? 11 - Do you visit your father? How often? 12 - What’s the best memory of your father? 13 - What’s the worst memory of your father? 14 - Do you want to follow in your father’s footsteps? 15 - Do you want to parent like your father parented you?

@benxni (from here)

Fujimoto gave the newcomer a one-over look, his mouth quirking ever-so-slightly upwards. “Well, is offense the only thing you can do?” Maybe taunting wasn’t the best way to go about this, but hell if he really cared. He wasn’t fully healed up from his previous mission, he hadn’t really slept in about a week, he was on this mission because someone (likely an administrator way below him on the food chain) decided this task needed the Paladin specifically, and he was saddled with this random ambassador (or whatever he was) from the Talmidim of all places.

He looked around the rest of the small group – there was a young Knight woman, Middle First class, and a Middle Second class Tamer from the Myou Dha (not an Aria, but still, he would likely be the most useful today). “Let’s get this over with.”

Working with a new team for the first time always made him nervous, and that was when he wasn’t working with a bunch of goy exorcists for the very first time. The Talmidim did things differently, and he was afraid of being seen as antiquated or backwards.

Japanese: you walk into class already apologizing for being alive Hebrew: you walk into class, the teacher insults you and you are expected to insult her back

Japanese: conjugates every single verb based on degree of intended politeness, nevermind keigo and honorifics Hebrew: Someone asked my teacher how to say “excuse me” and she laughed for several seconds before saying we shouldn’t worry about remembering that since we’ll never need to say it

Japanese: if you get one stroke wrong the entire kanji is incomprehensible Hebrew: cursive? script? fuck it do whatever you want, you don’t even have to write the vowels out unless you feel like it

Rin hadn’t initially considered the possibility that Benjamin would say yes to his invitation. Frankly, it had taken a fair amount of courage to extend it; as direct and warm as Rin generally was, over time, he had gotten more and more discouraged from trying to seek his colleagues’ company, especially complete strangers. He could never know or even guess if someone had some shitty Blue Night memory or just was predisposed to hate him for who he was, and over time, he’d mostly given up on going out of his way to make a good impression.

Of course, there was also the fact that Benjamin’s first impression of Rin was a particularly tough mission, where Rin had been forced to rely more on his demon side than he usually did, which in turn (of course) scared the other Exorcists shitless. Given that the rest of their party gave him a wide berth on the way home, Rin was so shocked Ben attempted any kind of conversation with him at all, that he came up with the idea on the spot and invited him over. Thinking about it later, it was likely out of pity that the other man accepted – but, no matter, Rin would take what he could get. Now that Ben was coming over, perhaps there would be a chance to changing opinions.

First impressions were a funny thing, sometimes – of Rin’s home and family, Ben’s would be the opening of the door to reveal a curious face at about knee high, with a chirp of “Hi!” and then almost instantly, a clatter from the kitchen, and the half-demon hurrying out into the hall, looking a bit harried, until he saw the visitor. “Oh, hey, come on in,” he greeted, followed by an instant, “Junou, did I not tell you to wait for me?! What did I say about opening the main door?”

Not any less cheerful for being chastised, Junou replied dutifully, “When the knob is lower than my eye level!”

Maybe it was a little strange that being greeted by a small child put him at ease, but Ben couldn’t help but smile at the familiarity. Back home, every household was practically teeming with children; the Japan branch was practically childless in comparison, which had taken him a bit of time to adjust to. 

Kids were usually good judges of character, too, and Junou didn’t seem the slightest bit afraid of his father. Maybe the mission really had been some sort of strange fluke... or maybe children with demonic blood didn’t feel threatened by that kind of behavior. Junou seemed to be a relatively brave little kid; usually kids were at least a little intimidated by the tall foreigner with a beard, but he’d answered the door as chipper as can be. 

Jake + Jewishness

//With epic contributions from the amazing drorah-walks .

“How did you get drunk off of four cups of Manischewitz? That stuff is practically water!”

“Put down the potentially leavened carbohydrate.”

“I’m basically the worst Jew ever.”

“Come on, there’s going to be brisket.”

“You need to at least try the gefilte fish. His/her recipe is famous.”

“Netflix got rid of The Prince of Egypt?”

“I just found the Afikoman… from last year.”

“I am so ready to eat.”

“Charoset!”

“She/He is just going to start in about how they want to see me married before they die.”

“Is it unethical to strangle a child? Every year, someone has to drag the Four Questions out of _____.”

“I love my family, but I’m going to kill them before the week is done.”

“These are my Swarm of Locust cookies. People swarm the plate to get some.”

“Don’t talk about Israel and Palestine at the table. Please.”