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【ｎｏｔ ｔｈｅ ｐｉｚｚａ ｇｕｙ】 jordi.ic
【ｆａｓｔ ｃａｒｓ ａｎｄ ｇｕｎ ｓｍｏｋｅ】 jordi.aes
【ｙｏｕ ｋｎｏｗ ｔｈｉｓ ｉｓｎ＇ｔ ｐｅｒｓｏｎａｌ， ｒｉｇｈｔ？】 jordi.musing
【ｔｈｅ ｈｉｔｍａｎ】 jordi chin
【 ｉｎｔｅｒ ｇａｎｇ ｄｒａｍａ ｉｎｔｅｎｓｉｆｉｅｓ】 jordi.drabble
【ｗｈｏ ｃａｒｅｓ ａｂｏｕｔ ｔｈｅ ｄｅｔａｉｌｓ？】 jordi.hc
verses-
【ｈｉｇｈｅｓｔ ｂｉｄｄｅｒ ｇｅｔｓ ｍｙ ｌｏｙａｌｔｙ】 v.canon
events of watch_dogs
【ｏｌｄ ｄｏｇ； ｎｅｗ ｔｒｉｃｋｓ】v.canon 2
post 1st game, DLC of 2
【 ｉｔｓ ａ ｔｈａｎｋｌｅｓｓ ｊｏｂ】 v.free
hitman for hire
Which two gods are your parents?
Jordi
Hades & Hera
Oh, sweet child of the dead and family! Your father commands the Underworld, and your mother a Queen and daughter of the Titans. A life of greatness stands before you dictated by sternness, great leadership, and vindication. No man can tell you what realm you preside over, but look to themes of funerals and death rites as you grow into your power.
Dusan
Ares & Athena
Oh, sweet child of battle and law! Your father is the untamed idol of war, and your mother crowned of wisdom and war. A life of greatness stands before you dictated by power, restraint, and logic. No man can tell you what realm you preside over, but look to themes of truces and duels as you grow into your power.
Zenyatta
Hypnos & Persephone
Oh, sweet child of sleep and flowers! Your father dwells in the Underworld among the poppies, and your mother the Queen of the Underworld. A life of greatness stands before you dictated by calmness, serenity, and compassion. No man can tell you what realm you preside over, but look to themes of hypnotic plants and innocence as you grow into your power.
Five
Zephyrus & Nyx
Oh, sweet child of the wind and night! Your father ushers in the soft western winds, and your mother the mysterious primordial of Chaos. A life of greatness stands before you dictated by warmth, thoughtfulness, and secrecy. No man can tell you what realm you preside over, but look to themes of autumn and windstorms as you grow into your power.
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WHAT ARE YOU THE GOD OF?
patron of tough love
let it be known: you do not stand by and approve of those who actively seek to hurt the ones they claim to love. but just because it is love, does not mean that it will always be soft. think of how a pack of wolves operate: strategic, deliberate, protective, entirely capable of ripping out throats and still raising their young with a burning love. think of the promise of safety in such a group, but also the devastation, should you betray its loyalty and upheave the order in place. you are the god of temperance, of caretakers, and of all those who must carry the weight of responsibility, even when it threatens to crush them dead. god of bending and enforcing rules, god of fair trial and punishment, god of breaking vicious cycles. protector of older siblings and of soft things needing thicker skin. deliverer of hard-fought clarity in a fit of rage, weaver of reason into discipline. you teach them how to be strong, to be consistent, in a world that demands them to choose cruelty. the grantor of armistice at the end of a long war, the one who blesses the hardened and makes them rest.
patron of farewells
you see your craft as a necessary evil, in order to foster growth and allow the world to run its course. you bless both the weary traveller, and the loved one they leave behind—but you can never promise a safe return. think of the sun setting, bidding farewell to all living things that need its light, so that the moon may rise and take its place in the sky. think of a queen leaving her kingdom when the winter thaws, and the empty throne beside her king while the world blooms. you are the god of endings both happy and sad, the one who blesses the beaten path; of wanderers and adventurers, of mapping a way home even when there is no intention to return. god of last words, god of forked roads, god of lingering touches and regretful parting. you bestow beautiful memories unto the dreams of those who are apart, a small mercy for they must wake up alone. you keep them separated for as long as it is required, allowing them to live their lives in half and guiding them to things that will make them feel more whole. bittersweet farewells are not your only trade: you also bless final farewells, cutting down sharp as a knife and separating lives so that no further harm can be done. the harbinger of peace, of the unruly kind.
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