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JUSTICE

What would you do to ensure justice? You know full well I don’t speak of lofty ideals and courts and magistrates, dearest. What would you do to those that hurt you? If I dropped them in your lap, what would you do? What kind of pain could you possibly inflict upon them? You are right to do so. You are right to want to do so. Ignore the screaming, dearest, you are the hand of justice now, and they hurt you. Do not look too closely at their faces, dearest. You are within your rights. You spell out your own rights, now. Are you happy about it? Are you certain that this is the right person you hold by the hair? Does your anger hurt less now?

&&BONUS: ASAHI VERS.

The Hermit

It’s a skill, to look inside yourself, one you have mastered. The endless corridors and shifting thoughts are mapped so very carefully. This all takes time, of course. And those twisting hallways are so very difficult to map. It would be so easy to get lost. You know this space so well. Wouldn’t it be a lovely place to stay? So well-known and comforting. Why go back? How nice, how easy, to dissolve, to hide from the rest of the world and all the people in it. Why bother, when you are so good at looking inside yourself. Like enlightenment, the self. Retreating this far inwards is like retreating just as far out, into the vast ether. So comforting. The thing that was you looks at the thing that was the old woman. There is no you anymore. Goodbye.

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        |>We think you're a Burned Gryffindor Primary                 and a Hufflepuff Secondary.

A burned Gryffindor still thinks it’s important to try to do the right thing. They just have some doubts, insecurities, or cynicism around the idea that anyone can know what “right” is. The world would be easier if they could trust their gut, but they know they can’t.

They still strive to do what they can, and often build a constructed morality system (or adopt an external legal, philosophical, or religious code) in order to live as well as possible. But unlike a Ravenclaw Primary, who would be satisfied and righteous using this external system, a burned Gryffindor will always be disappointed and even guilty using this out-sourced moral system.

A Burned Gryffindor has lost confidence in their own internal moral compass. They’d prefer a reality where they could trust their gut and themself, and just do good-- but they live in the real world. Things are too complicated. So they build, find, or invest in an outward morality-- a code, a religion, a philosophy, or another person. This means they can look a lot like the Ravenclaw, relying on an externally constructed morality. However, while Ravenclaws are comfortable and satisfied by this external system, for Gryffindors prioritizing external systems is a pale, disappointing comparison to being able to trust themself.

Hufflepuff Secondaries invest themselves into their world with service and support. When things turn out well for a Puff it often comes as a result of those old investments culminating and giving back. Old debts might raise their head in a time of need. Communities the Puff has supported or built might marshal to their aid without even being asked. Their reputation might precede them, allowing them trust or the allowances that they need. They spend the time and do the work-- while a lot of the time that work may be invested in the people around them, it can also be invested in projects, systems, or organizations-- and that work, too may pay back in time of need.

Often overlooked, Hufflepuff Secondaries may be handed secrets, access, or tasks of monumental importance because they have developed a reputation that they can be trusted with them. This reputation is earned through a slow and steady process of hard work.

Not everyone can see the worth of a Hufflepuff Secondary. Less flashy than a Gryffindor, less smooth than a Slytherin, less jack-of-all-trades than a Ravenclaw, their strength is their dedication. Like all Secondaries, this sorting is about what a Hufflepuff wants to do-- not necessarily what they are able to achieve within the constraints of life, circumstance, and health. But a Hufflepuff wants to show up. They want to work well and fairly. They want to achieve things honestly and stand on solid ground.

This is what makes a Hufflepuff: they show up. They do the work, often for no obvious gain except for the satisfaction of a job well done. This is the source of their power, and it is slowly gathered, not obvious to look at, and rarely spent. Where Gryffindors charge and Slytherins transform, the Hufflepuff seems inconsequential and harmless until the moment when they rise up and call on all their debts, secrets, and trust.

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PRIDE

you cling desperately to the illusion that you are better than everyone else. Smarter, prettier, more desirable. You are those things, you tell yourself. You HAVE to be. Because if you aren't better than everyone else, how can you ever be their equal? I am good enough, I am good enough, I AM good enough. Am I good enough? If I cannot prove my right to exists, my right to be here, do I even belong here at all?

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chuckles , gaze softening.  ❛  you do . you fix everything and make it warm and right and special . just remember to take as much as you give , love . even the most considerate people need someone to think of their feelings from time to time.   ❜  he took her hand and kissed it. 

@forceofnxture​ said: " Tulip Yellow "

Send my muse some flowers to convey your muse’s feelings towards them!

Tulip Yellow– There’s Sunshine in Your Smile

Oooh, her -- well now, he liked her certainly. That brute strength, that ferocity in her eyes. She ; Makoto something, he had overheard one of her little lackies call out her name before trying to call her ‘Jupiter’. He moved, smiling thinly, tersely at her before he vanished ( not really teleporting, he just moved so quickly that most human eyes thought it was teleportation ),

and appeared behind her. Leaned closer to her, and kissed her cheek. His head canted just briefly, and Kazama’s mouth curled into a smirk,

“My, though you have a wonderful stance,” was he speaking of her tenacity, how she held herself in battle? Kazama let out a little, whoop of a laugh as he leapt backwards slightly to avoid getting hit by any retaliation - from ‘Jupiter’ or her merry cohorts.

So confident was he, that Kazama gracefully gave a bow, hand sweeping out before splaying palm to his own chest as he briefly leaned forward,

energy in air crackles as he wakes , middle of night to find her beside him struggling. while her movements are not terribly erratic she just gripe and groan. breath hitching as she toils in nightmare unable to break free. calls out for him in unrest , softly whimpering. 

❛ nephrite...!!! please no...don’t...don’t go...!!!! ❜

 drawing her in arms , despite how she fights him he pushes her head against his chest for soothing thump of his heart to anchor her. hand upon her tresses , at ease he strokes top of her head shushing and sweetly whispered nothings to let know he was here and he would never leave her. And that he would protect her. 

Then slowly , her breath eased. Out of terrifying dream world’s pull , she hugs him and his arms hold her to him.