I Remember I Once Heard This Dude Question If Maybe The Reason God Kicked Man Out Of The Garden Of Eden

i remember i once heard this dude question if maybe the reason god kicked man out of the garden of eden wasn't to punish us, but so that our knowledge of good and evil would *matter*, we'd need firsthand experience with suffering to TRULY understand why making others suffer is wrong

but in a way that kinda put us a step above god, who is a being of lawful morality but had never suffered himself. (the guy also proposed that maybe part of god WANTED us to surpass him, that's why he made us. that's why he put the fruit so close within reach.)

god knew his law, but had never suffered or felt the consequences of his law. so that's why he thought flooding the earth or condemning people to hell was fine.

the dude left off there but it got me thinking about the crucifixion. because that's when god DID suffer. and after he suffered, he granted us mercy.

i never understood the idea that hw had to sacrifice himself to pay off a debt that we owed HIM and that HE decided the punishment for. why not just wave his hands and say we're forgiven?

but the implications of this. the crucifixion didn't redeem *us*, didn't make us worthy of mercy. no, it redeemed *god*, taught him how to GIVE mercy.

and idk to what extent i believe this interpretation, or how much i even believe the book it's based on. but wow is that interpretation weirdly freeing to consider, after a lifetime of being told that all that suffering was my fault

I’m tipsy

I want Oikawa

Ltes goooo

Sorry for errors

[Summary: Tōru Oikawa + a god complex.]

Warnings!!!

God complex

Female y/n

Implied relationship

Cliffhanger

He’s just gotten home.

You don’t hear him just yet, upstairs. You’re busy with class, getting annoyed with the people in it. They were trying to copy off of your work, and didnt want to put any effort into the discussion.

You walk downstairs to get a glass of water to cool off when you see him.

Tōru is eating a cut peach off of a plate, dipping it in honey before he places it carefully into his mouth. He’s in his button up and slacks, yet he looks ethereal. You pause on the stairs.

He looks up at you, smiling slightly.

“Y/N, how was your day, dear?” He asks, voice layered in sugar as he takes another bite of honeyed fruit.

“Frustrating.” You answer, sighing heavily as you enter the kitchen to get a glass of water. You keep getting distracted by him, watching as he takes another bite of peach. The sun flowed so well against his skin, illuminating it in a yellow glow. You fill your cup to the brim, observing him as you walk to the table to sit with your water.

“Oh? Do tell.” He leans against the counter.

“These people in class are terrible, trying to copy off my work! When they haven’t done anything.” You vent to him, telling him how incompetent they were.

“How infuriating.” He replies, tilting his head like a curious bird looking at a shiny coin. “How dare they treat you like that, love. If I had my way, I wouldn’t allow them to even look at you. You are blessed by me, are you not?”

You hesitate. Why was he talking that way? It wasn’t unheard of for Oikawa to get confident, no. But this was different. Something about the way he was looking at you, the way he walked, the way his voice sounded.

“I suppose so, people are just stupid.”

His response is delayed by another bite of the fruit on his plate. He was almost finished. “Who cares about people?” His eyes glide over you. “You’re so benevolent for keeping up this nice façade, love. They should be grateful for even talking to you.”

Your stomach swirls, anxious.

“Façade?”

“You’re faking being nice, aren’t you? After all,” Oikawa smiles at you, chewing and swallowing the last piece of peach he had on his plate. He scoops up honey on his finger and swipes it against his tongue, a smile appearing. “I have graced you with my presence all the same. They should be happy to even look at you. I’ll squeeze every ounce of respect from their bodies.”

You shudder at the thought. “You..graced me, Tōru?”

He nods, sitting on the edge of the table. He looks down at you from your seated position in the chair. His brown eyes catch the sun and turn golden.

“I mean, I guess! You being around is lovely.” You continue, laughing nervously. You pause when he leans forward and kisses you. Honey and peach. The kiss is broken by you first. “I love you. “

“I know, Y/N.” He answers, pulling you onto his lap. “Who wouldn’t?” A slight smile. “I’m a fucking god.”

You laugh again at that.

“You’re beautiful, yes. Angelic, maybe. But god? I don’t think so.” You answer, bringing out a frown on his face. He pauses before kissing you again, running a thumb over your cheek. He trails it down to your neck in pecks.

“Don’t you feel holy, dear?” You’re too breathless to respond.

His voice comes back up to near your ear.

“You know what I’m going to do to you, hm?”

“Kiss me again?” You try, whimpering when he grinds into you.

He laughs at your naive comment and the noise you made. He felt powerful.

“No. I’m going to fuck you.”

I’m beautiful like a doll, cruel like a god

if they wouldn’t kill god for you then what’s the point

THANK YOU I LOVE IT AND I LOVE YOU!

Hi!! Have you done ren sakakibara yet?? I'd love to see what you come up with for the shrewd poet!!!

I hope this is alright? I can always make a more poetic one if you like? I really enjoyed making this one! ❤

Jean Jacques Lequeu, Et nous aussi nous serons meres (1794)