A Man of Sorrows and Acquainted with Grief

[griefacquainted]

25+ friends only, low activity, and highly private RP blog for yeshua of nazareth of the chosen. multiverse, crossover, and OC friendly. rules below the read more.

secondary muses by request and with plotting only: judas iscariot

BLOG ROLL: fellandfeathers / c4lled (the chosen gif blog)

⁰¹ i prefer to remain mutuals with folks i actively write with. i don't mind if we go an extended time between replies, but i'd like some active thread(s) to be in place. i don't practice exclusives, mains, or affiliates.

⁰² i am a deeply spiritual, though non-religious, person with a close relationship to jesus and god. i will not tolerate being a dumping ground or punching bag for your or your muses' religious trauma. idc what your personal beliefs are, and i know a lot of muses have complicated relationships with god, but if you're just here to lash out at us, ic or ooc, you will be blocked.

⁰³ i write him in the context of christian theology, where he is the son of the god, as well as one with the father. there is no one greater in power than he except for the abrahamic god, though we'll never use to this to god-mode.

⁰⁴ yeshua and judas are jewish. please respect this and have some awareness of the difference between historical persecution and fictional persecution.

⁰⁵ i will be highly selective with any judas portrayals, and we will have to write and talk ooc extensively to truly feel out if the dynamic is right.

⁰⁶ DNI: DW muses. no hate. all love. totally fine if you have DW muses on your roster. i just can't engage with those muses for personal reasons—but we can write with your others.

[c4lled]

THE CHOSEN: Season 3, Episode 7: Ears to Hear

Then they brought to Him one who was deaf and had an impediment in his speech, and they begged Him to put His hand on him. And He took him aside from the multitude, and put His fingers in his ears, and He spat and touched his tongue. Then, looking up to heaven, He sighed, and said to him, “Ephphatha,” that is, “Be opened.” Immediately his ears were opened, and the impediment of his tongue was loosed, and he spoke plainly. Then He commanded them that they should tell no one; but the more He commanded them, the more widely they proclaimed it. And they were astonished beyond measure, saying, “He has done all things well. He makes both the deaf to hear and the mute to speak.”

Mark 7:32–37, NKJV

[griefacquainted]

hi friends. ilu. smooching your muses on the forehead.

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i just wanna say that your thread w/ sunmad is my favourite crossover of this entire year and it makes me absolutely rabid <3

YO. thank you!! lani is one of the most talented writers i've encountered on this website, and it's literally such a treat to write together. man shall not live by bread alone. heck yeah because this thread feeds me! love to hear others enjoy too.

shouting from the rooftops abt @sunmad

[sunmad]

The whole world was reflected in the eyes of the dead deer. The moment she saw it, that still furred thing that must have thought the sun itself was coming down the highway to devour her, she knew that a great and horrible truth died on impact here. She is sitting in the car now, the leather still faintly warm, welcoming her back. But her soul lingers out in the field, staring down at the broken carcass with something approaching contempt. A distant, half remembered voice crept in her ear, hacksaw sharp, girlish in its cruelty: That's exactly what those soft, gentle fuckers deserve.

She'd watched, cowed and quiet as Yeshua helped heave the body off the road. He'd bedded it carefully, strong arms, a working man's arms, wrapped around the dead until it was safely ushered into a bed of tall grass and buckwheat. She thinks of the girl in the diner, crying over her hash browns. He'd put his arms around her the same careful way. Doing too much. Is she a dead deer in a field? Is she a dead deer on a highway?

Miriam sits with her roiling stomach, backlit by the faint glow of a three-part billboard they pass by. Fat shiny letters blare in her periphery: JESUS SAVES — GIRLS! GIRLS! GIRLS! — DON'T SETTLE FOR LESS. Call Roberts & Martinez, attorneys at law.

She shouldn't have said anything but as per usual that occurs to her after she's closed her mouth again. She crowds herself against the passenger door, caresses the handle as if she contemplates a full length dive into the guard rail.

"It'd be the normal thing to do," she says, thinking of the deer. "Not much else you can do with me, I guess. Damage control. ... Just lonely to think about."

[griefacquainted]

NORMAL. Strange it is—that word. One uncommon in His experience and yet not unknown. How normal is it to wish to see the ocean? How normal is it to seek out food at a fair? How normal is it to hold a girl—one so weary and heavy laden with prophecies she spoke not—as she weeps, a cry of the soul?

Yeshua swallows, grip tightening on the steering wheel with a slow exhale. It's her fingers, the ones on the doorhandle—the touch, the ache, the CLAWING OF A CAGED ANIMAL eager for escape, even if that escape is its own destruction—that scratch gently at the inside of His heart.

❝ You may see one path, but I see many. ❞ A correction, although He does not chastise her for it. It's a reasonable conclusion for someone in her situation: one path, one destination, both one and the same: pity for the lost, damned thing. Damage control for the blight of a false prophet. ❝ I, for one, think YOU'VE BEEN CONTROLLED ENOUGH, don't you? ❞

All-seeing eyes flicker toward the passenger side before they return to the road. A car, one driving far too fast to get nowhere, blows past them, headed in the opposite direction. It would be thirty-two miles before it would pass the carcass of the deer, not that the driver would ever notice, see, or acknowledge it. Tawny fur lost with the landscape of the Earth.

❝ Have you always felt this way—lonely? ❞

[c4lled]

JONATHAN ROUMIE in THE CHOSEN season 5 trailer.

[xflashbastardx]

To say it had been a shock to be approached by Judas Iscariot some 1,400 miles and nearly a decade separated from Golgotha would have been an understatement, though far more surprising had been having the title of teacher thrust upon him. Hardly a fitting role for a demon, at least under usual circumstances. The man's situation, however, was anything but usual.

Hell had gotten wind of it all (though Crowley would hardly be surprised if that had been intentional on the part of Heaven---another bet, perhaps? He didn't know, and certainly wasn't going to ask), and it had been easy enough to sway the Dark Council to believe he was simply doing what he does best---interfering with the Almighty's plans. If Judas is to be tested, who better to assure he fails the test than the Serpent of Eden?

Of course, it wasn't that simple. Not for Crowley. In spite of himself, something entirely unbecoming for a demon had taken root in him---pity. It wasn't Judas's fault that he'd been chosen to be a pawn in Her game, after all.

At some point over the centuries, that pity had given way to something akin to fondness---not that Crowley will ever admit to that. But, well. When one is immortal, it can be hard not to form some sort of attachment to someone who won't die in a handful of decades and who isn't completely unbearable to be around.

Which has led to moments like this. Demon and ageless human catching up over drinks in a pub.

"Nah, you don't get it because you can't do it," Crowley insists, glass deposited on the bar with a graceless thunk.

"I'm not saying it doesn't take some talent t'do what humans do, at lest the ones that do it well. But demons? We don't just---" he waves a hand dismissively "---say some stuff and hope it convinces people. There's real, raw power in a demon's Tempting."

[griefacquainted]

NOW, Crowley has his interest, although Judas finds it's oft the case with such infernal company, and he leans forward with his next question—a singular word:

❝ POWER? ❞ The temptation Crowley speaks of isn't a mere silver tongue, after all. It's an ability: one that surpasses human capability. Could the same be said for culpability?

Of course, Judas has seen the demon demonstrate some strange occurrence or another over the years, but never this. It sends his fingertips tapping alongside the mug cupped in his hands. Tea—he does enjoy the manner in which it's evolved over the centuries.

❝ You mean to say, you can bend will? Is that—is that even fair? How's a person to remain right in his way when under influence of a FORCE THAT FAR OUTMATCHES his own? ❞

[griefacquainted]

wait. actually. judas mistaking crowley for an angel is WAY MORE LIKELY.

[hollowprompts]

` * 𝐧𝐨𝐧-𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐛𝐚𝐥 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 : 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘢 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘵 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘮𝘺 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘴. 𝘯𝘰 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘦𝘥, 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘤𝘩. 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘥 (+ 𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘦) 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘺 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘰𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘦.

𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐭 -

01. avoids eye contact or looking at the floor. 02. wringing hands together in silence. 03. fidgeting with the hem of their shirt, unable to stay still. 04. looking at receiver in long silence before looking away. 05. silently leaves a folded note on the table in front of the other. 06. touches the others arm but pulls back out of guilt.

𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 -

01. slams fist onto a table without saying a word. 02. exhaling sharply through their nose and clenching their jaw. 03. throws an object across the room. 04. crossing their arms tightly, digging fingers into their own skin. 05. pacing the room with heavy steps. 06. glares at the other with a clenched fist.

𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 -

01. gently pushing stray hair behind the others ear. 02. resting their forehead against the others. 03. cups the others face with both hands. 04. pressing a kiss to the others forehead in silence. 05. lingering touches against the others face. 06. wraps their arms around the other from behind and rests their head on the others shoulder.

𝐬𝐚𝐝𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 -

01. wiping their eyes before someone can notice. 02. pressing their face into a pillow to muffle sobs. 03. pulls the other into a desperate hug and wont let go. 04. silently reaching for the others hand, needing comfort. 05. walks into the room with red-rimmed eyes and no words.

𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 -

01. spins the other around without warning in a hug. 02. links arms with the other and tugs them along happily. 03. provides the other with a handmade gift. 04. tackles the other in a sudden and joyful hug. 05. kisses the others cheek unexpectedly and grins.

𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐫 -

01. backing away slowly and looking for exits. 02. hiding behind the other and peeking around. 03. flinches at sudden movement from the other. 04. presses their back against the wall with eyes darting around the room. 05. jumps at a noise and instinctively grabs the others hand.

𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠

01. tucks a blanket gently around the other person's shoulders. 02. applies a bandage with slow and deliberate care. 03. brings them food and water and watches to ensure they eat. 04. runs fingers through their hair in efforts to soothe. 05. rubs soothing circles on the others back while they cry. 06. stays silently by the others side in support without saying a word.

𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠

01. raises a hand but hesitates. 02. grips the others arm a bit too tightly. 03. pushes the other away with more force than necessary. 04. turns their back on the other to begin walking away without a word. 05. rips a shared photo in half without a word. 06. steps in closely with cold and narrowed eyes.

[griefacquainted]

WHAT'S AT YOUR CORE?

RESOUNDING TRUTH.

you have a goal in mind, and others brush it off right away... why does everyone always tell you to follow your dreams when it's actually their dreams that they want you to follow? your memory is weak, and your conviction is even weaker on days when you're reminded of how alone you really are. it's hard to go on without someone pushing you forward... is this what life is? a cycle of monotony, fueled only by the desire not to trouble anyone too much with your passing? it would be nice to have something, or someone, to spur you on. i hope you find them.

tagged by: @drwlf tagging: @xflashbastardx / @sunmad / @stabheavy / @1stmurderer

[griefacquainted]

the way they set this up so perfectly for him to call her by name outside the tomb. weeping.

He asked her, “Woman, why are you crying? Who is it you are looking for?”

Thinking he was the gardener, she said, “Sir, if you have carried him away, tell me where you have put him, and I will get him.”

Jesus said to her, “Mary.”

She turned toward him and cried out in Aramaic, “Rabboni!”

[griefacquainted]

IT WASN'T EASY—following Him. And He had asked Mary to complete one of the most impossible feats of the human spirit—not so much an ask in words, but one she took upon herself without Him ever having to voice it.

It's been 52 hours since His spirit left the Earth, and she's hardly slept since. But it's here, in this wink of slumber, that Mary finds herself in a dream—one she will forget by the time she is awake, although she doesn't know it yet.

❛ Does it ever stop hurting? ❜ @retriibutions asks. Yeshua pulls her close, in the way He's done many a time before, heart swollen and sore.

❝ YES. ❞ It's a promise to both of them. ❝ Do you remember what I said to Chedva, after the Βοανεργές had worked Melech's field? ❞

A scarred hand carefully cradles the back of her head, and He breathes deeply—breathes in this moment.

❝ In this world, bones will still break. HEARTS WILL STILL BREAK. But in the end... ❞

[griefacquainted]

hi new followers. give me a few days here to scope out everyone's blogs bc it's all from media i'm unfamiliar w. so i want to do some research before following back. ty!

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oh since i have more gomens ppl here thx to the other blog, i need to make it v clear: we do not follow anything abt the gomens portrayal of jesus. just. no. he has the full power of god, the full awareness of god (and therefore all time), and he would have known damn well and good who crowley was at his temptation in the wilderness. like idk wtf they were on writing that shit, but it was terrible.

[retriibutions]

the fruit in question can be hard to open. it takes work and time and even then, it can be messy. these thoughts make her think on some of his teachings and she can't help but smile at the reminder.

the seeds stain her fingertips red with juice. but the sacrifice is worth the taste. "its very sweet," she answers. "thank you for cutting it open, because there's no way he doesn't recognise she'd wanted that. "what is the plan for today?" ( and finally, andrew wanders over to ask their teacher for some of the pomegranate. )

[griefacquainted]

HE OFFERS THE REST OF THE FRUIT to Andrew, keeping a slice to Himself. When the hungry have been sated, Yeshua's attention returns to Mary, and He rolls a seed between His fingers.

❝ I'm going to continue PREPARING MY SERMON. Though, we'll need to secure a location in which to give it. ❞ Contemplating the day ahead—contemplating how much to share—He senses the tension that will befall the group before the day's end. ❝ Things are going to get busier as we grow greater in numbers. ARE YOU READY FOR THAT? ❞

[xflashbastardx]

How curious that He would be pleased to see one of her kind. An auburn brow arches as she turns to truly look His way, though it is a gaze she cannot hold long. It makes her itch beneath her skin. Like being in shed before finally sloughing off the old scales. Whether that is due to His innate Holiness or because something about Him makes her reflect on her own nature is not something she cares to examine at this time. Or ever.

"I was just thinking about how you are about to undo all my hard work."

It isn't a lie so much as it is a joke, not that Crowley's laughing. It's a surprisingly complex situation she's found herself in. A demon shouldn't feel so conflicted about the Son, and yet!

[griefacquainted]

A HUMORLESS LAUGH ripples from His chest, and Yeshua nods gently, a plain acknowledgment of the matter that lies ahead. After a quick shrug of His eyebrows, His head tilts.

❝ NOT ALL OF IT. I'm simply... ❞ Yeshua looks down, palms twisting over each other in slow contemplation before He returns the serpent's gaze. ❝ Giving them another option. A pathway back to Her. ❞

He points Upward, although remorsefully so.

❝ One that wasn't there before. ❞ Heart softens—aches even—at the memory of the rift, the origin of Above and Below, and He can almost smell sulfur at the thought of it. ❝ Do you ever wish you had BEEN GIVEN THE SAME OPPORTUNITY? ❞

[griefacquainted]

oh. something i want to note. he is the deepest form of love in creation. forgiveness incarnate. and he brought a whip into the temple to cleanse it.

he chewed out james & john for their prejudice against samaritans. he rebuked the 11 for refusing to believe the women when he was resurrected. he called out the pharisees & their abuse of power so much and so publicly that they plotted to kill him.

the vedic definition of a man of god is: softer than the flower where compassion is concerned; stronger than the thunder when principles are at stake.

he is the lamb of god *and* the lion of judah. loves the outcast and flips tables.

though it's worth mentioning the ones who face scrutiny most of all are those who claim to love god but live otherwise: the pharisees and his followers. so while he's got mostly patience, tenderness, and compassion for all muses, he can and will be confrontational in certain circumstances.