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Today we think about Jehan getting curious one day about autofellatio , w his hand on his cock and thinking about the warm wet heat of Tiefer’s mouth, and deciding on mostly impulse to try n do it, contorting his body just to see if he can suck himself off, and by golly he can! (and he uh,,, kinda likes it? kinda wants to keep going kinda wants to cum in his own mouth, see how he tastes, if this is what Emi must feel like when he goes down on him, nearly chokes himself w his involuntary thrusts) uwu (and if T catches him?? ooooo boy 😈 )

Oh no oh nooooooo the elasticity and flexibility of youth aaaaa he'd try it, he loves loves when Tiefer goes down on him, absolutely melts at being given oral, so of course why wouldn't he try, and oh how lucky for him he could manage to lick the tip of his cock and its nice albeit awkward and the thought of coming in his own mouth really turns him on, he's only ever tasted himself on Tiefer's tongue, it's such a heady thought...

...and he ends up coming on his own face right as Tiefer walks in the bedroom (to his credit, he keeps a straight face when he says "clean yourself up when you're done" and steps right back out, leaving Jehan to clean up, get dressed, and walk of shame his way into the rest of the little house to find Tiefer smoking in the kitchen, a pack of condoms, a dirty magazine, and a rather long cucumber on the table "since you want to fuck yourself so badly" and Jehan isn't sure if it's a joke or an order.)

#kmclaudereplies #kmclaudereplies to ask #kmclaude replies to ask #kmclaudereplies to queerasforks #queerasforks #bless u tho in my soul im like jeje does not have a long enough pp for autofellatio he is not spectacularly endowed

[tuesdaysarefortwilight]

Edward “the wasting of finite resources is everyone’s responsibility” Cullen ripping trees out of the ground, hoarding wealth, driving expensive gas guzzling cars and keeping priceless artifacts that could be donated got me HEATED TODAY EMILY

Jem this SENT me 😂😂 can I please post this on our Instagram too?? It is SUCH a good point and coincidentally I was on the phone with Paige when you sent this ask and she was like “JEM IS SO RIGHT” like hypocrite much?? The wealth hoarding never fails to piss me tf off

#ask #queerasforks

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ANNE PEGGING JEHAN ANNE PEGGING JEHAN ANNE PEGGING JEHA

🥵🥵🥵👀💦😈

"There you go sweetie, open up...just relax..."

"I'm trying, Ann--ah, fuck! Miss, Miss, sorry, stop please your nails fuck--I'm trying Miss--"

"There we go~ I thought my faggy brother'd trained you good."

"He--mng--your toy is...a lot...bigger--"

"Oh I'll be sure to let him know--"

"--Than most cocksholyfuckpleasestopit'stoomuch--"

"Quit whiiiiiining. You barely got the head in. Besiiiides, you're with me, aren't you? Mommy wouldn't ever hurt you, you know that, right?"

"I-I..."

"Right?"

"Y-yes Miss Annemarie."

#sorry it is short and kinda crummy but uhhhhhhh anne pegging jehan is freakin heroin to my d i c k lmaooooo #kmclaudereplies to ask #kmclaudereplies to queerasforks #writing #my writing #kmclaudereplies

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🎭 eternity's a long time🎭

(big thanks to @queerasforks for the prompt)

#demon #horror #horror illustration #bl illustration #read my comics and this might make sense #art #kmclaude #kmclaudeart #99rm #fhcaoos

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some wips and notes

bc IDK if i'll ever finish either so

here's a wip of something I thiiiiiink @queerasforks prompted?

Vicarphilia 👀 there are so many options here; Jehan jerking off to Annes stories, or tiefers, or Anne/Tiefer telling him together,,,, or Gene telling him ab his sex life casually and Jehan getting hawrd 👀

"You know," Annemarie says idly, chin resting on Jehan's bare shoulder as he leaned against her, propped against pillows, "when Em was little, I used to hold him in my lap like this."

"Naked in bed with your hand between his legs?"

"Nah. Well. That came after." She giggles. "So did he."

Jehan groans in response — a roll of his eyes and soft ugh that quickly turns into a gasp as Annemarie presses her nail against his slit.

"Only time he never complained. The holding part. This," — she pumps Jehan's cock, once, twice — "God he'd bitch. But his little cock would get sooooo fuckin' big an' hard, you know?" She pauses, her hand still jerking him off. "Oh. Right." A sneer. "Of course you'd know."

"Anne—"

"Oh don't you start bitchin' too. I'm right an' you know it: he has a nice cock. God you have no idea how happy I was when puberty really fixed him up—made him tent his drawers at the drop of a hat too. One time I woke up to his cock digging into my back while he was out cold. I ever tell you 'bout that?"

And then a bottom!Tief afterlife AU WIP notes I forgot about:

tief straddling jehan and jehan in awe of his fucking dick man

'i know my sister's ridden you, this ain't your first time don't act like such a child' 'it's you' or smthn like htat but more profound

jehan very much in awe and also very horny about it

#wip

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Thanks to @queerasforks I'm now aware of and writing vicarphilia

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Jehan getting married……. ✨

Tiefer taking his sweet godsons perfect little bride and defiling her…… ✨

sweet sweet suffering when he’s fucking her on their wedding night and she whimpers “Emilien,” and his life comes crashing down around him ✨

uh-oh my hand slipped...

--

Tiefer is all smiles and pleasantries when Jehan drops by the church with his fiancée, Connie, to finish the rounds of meeting the family. He's always been nigh perfect at wearing a mask, and he keeps his mask cheerful even as he notices the way Connie's cheeks flushed just a bit or the way she didn't take her eyes off him. When they leave, he embraces her and then Jehan with a soft "swing by later, cher, let's chat, yeah?"

It's not a question.

So Jehan goes, alone, that night -- lets himself in because he still has a key -- and finds Tiefer in the kitchen, pouring two drinks and decidedly less smiles and pleasantries, though he holds out a whiskey all the same to Jehan.

"Mazel tov."

Jehan doesn't take it.

"Boy, take it. 's just whiskey."

"You wanted to chat?"

Tiefer rolls his eyes and drinks from the glass he had been offering--downs it in one gulp--before pulling out a chair from the kitchen table. "Yeah. Let's chat."

"I'll stand."

"Learned where to get a backbone in college there, huh?"

"Something like that."

"That where you found your girl?"

"What's it to you?"

"Just asking. You go off to college three years, barely hang around, then all of a sudden it's 'hey mom, hey parrain, I'm getting married' outta the blue. Ever thought your mama might worry? Ever thought I might worry about you?"

Jehan gives him an odd look. "You...worried?"

Tiefer's eyes widen. "Of course! I know we've had our...disagreements,"--and Jehan winced as he had the scars to prove it--"but that don't mean I don't love you."

It was quiet between them for a moment. And then.

"You...you're taking this better than I thought."

"Shit, boy, I'm taking it."

"I thought you'd be mad."

"What, mad some little girl stole my boy?"

Jehan's face grew hot. He had almost, almost, entertained the thought of staying with Tiefer, of coming back home and being all his, especially after his first semester -- but then he met Connie and, well, she was much sweeter than Tiefer had been.

"Does she know?"

"About us? I...no. No one knows. We haven't...so she hasn't seen..."

"She saving herself?"

Jehan nodded.

"You saving yourself?"

"What's left."

Tiefer laughed--hollow. "It should be nice, then."

--

Agnes doesn't leave Jehan alone about the wedding plans. Connie eventually asks why not get married here? His parrain's a priest. It just makes sense. Agnes agrees.

Jehan takes their lead and tries not to scream.

--

"If you get married in the church, you know you have to do pre-marital counseling, yeah?"

Tiefer sits across from Jehan and Connie in the living room of the rectory.

"That's required?"

"Shit yeah! Ah, sorry Connie."

She waves him off. "Oh I don't mind."

"It's called Pre-Cana. Your mama should've told you all this--I did it with your parents."

"You... right. Yeah."

"Parish by parish, it gets a little different. For you two, we'd have a few one on one sessions but I'd like to first and primarily meet with you as a couple to discuss the normal topics: faith, finances, commitment, communication, sex--"

"Sex?!"

Both men turned to look at Connie.

"Sorry--I was raised Pentacostal. I didn't think Catholics...er..."

"You don't think we fuck?"

"Parrain--"

"--It's a valid question, Jehan--"

"No, I mean, I know Catholics...I know Catholics have sex, I just didn't realize you guys...talked...about it?"

"Oh honey," Tiefer smiled, "just because I wear this collar now doesn't mean I haven't worn other collars in the past."

He winks and Connie's face goes bright red.

"He's joking."

"Mostly. But it is something you should be talking about. How does sex in your marriage fit in? What's its role? What if one of you wants it all the time and the other doesn't? How will you deal with that? Yeah, you're supposed to do it to have kids, but sex is also supposed to bring y'all together. It's supposed to be fun, otherwise shit who'd ever have kids?"

Connie laughs, her cheeks still pink. Jehan bites his tongue.

--

Their premarital counseling sessions were going well. They'd finished all their sessions together as a couple. Besides an initial "tell me now if you have any reservations before we start" one-on-one, Tiefer had saved the one-on-one sessions towards the end.

Jehan had completed all of his. Mostly, he and Tiefer shot the shit, drinking more heavily than needed.

"Is it weird?"

That night, Tiefer hands him another shot of whiskey that evening, which Jehan accepted happily.

"Hm?"

"Being back home," Tiefer continues. "For me, it was. It was weird after seminary when I wound up here. Well, correction -- first I went upstate to some school for wayward girls. You know, girls that get knocked up and their daddies find out?"

"Yeah."

"Depressing shit, p'tit. But then I came here and...not a damn thing had changed, but everything had changed."

"Guess so," Jehan sighs, taking a drink. "Jean's...fourteen now? I know I saw him last summer but it feels like he's growing so fast. Mom's the same. You're the same. Most of the town's the same. But..."

"But you ain't."

"Ain't I?"

"You're 'bout to be a husband."

"And you're takin' it well."

"Well. Couldn't stop you from leavin' here. Almost lost my eye with that."

"Sorry."

"Eh. Maybe I shouldn't've threatened to strangle you if you left me."

"Might've made it more appealing to come home."

Tiefer nudges him, gently. "Didn't stop you from swingin' by here a few times over summer to get your cock sucked, p'tit."

Jehan's ears are bright pink. "I..." He stutters then laughs. "Yeah. Well. You're good at it."

"And Connie's not?"

"I told you. Saving herself."

"Shit. Not even...?" He mimes jacking off.

"Mn-nuh."

"Well fuck. Your mama at least gave your daddy a handjob once before they tied the knot."

"Ew."

"Oh fuck off. Your grown enough to hear that."

"I don't wanna know, parrain."

"Emi."

"Emi."

They were inches from each other -- and Jehan kisses first, as if he's drowning and praying for a way out, but Jehan also pulls away first, as if he's got something to prove.

"Jehan."

"Pa...Emi."

"Is this what you want?"

"Is what--"

"Do you want someone to decide for you?"

"I..."

He doesn't know.

--

The day she met Tiefer, Connie confided in Agnes, "I can't believe that man's a priest!"

To which Agnes had replied, "Oh you'll fit in here, that's at least a monthly talking point among the ladies in town: he's WASTED on the priesthood. In fact, the number of ladies jealous that he was so close with my family..."

It had been a bonding experience and gave the two a chance to know each other.

It didn't bother Jehan and doesn't bother him now even as she comes back from her one-on-one talks with Tiefer late in the evening. After all, Tiefer wasn't just a waste on the ladies in town by virtue of his collar: Jehan knew, first hand, how little interest he had in women.

Tiefer was not a threat.

His marriage would be fine.

--

"Oh fuck--Father--daddy..."

She's spread wide fucking open on the bed and moaning and so fucking willing that it's almost sad to take her.

Almost.

"There you go, that's it," Tiefer growls against her throat, pressing the head of his cock against this mousy doe-eyed little thing's virgin cunt, stretching it, pausing to let the crown catch right on her opening, pulling a low groan from her gut. "Just a little more..."

"Fuck!"

"There. Breathe. Don't wanna disappoint your husband on your wedding night, hmm?"

"N-no, no sir, Emilein..."

"Good girl."

--

Jehan pulls up her white dress and eats her out. It's a little fumbling--they're both nervous--but she's clutching the sheets not long after.

She's wet, his cock's hard, they're soon out of whatever's left of their clothes entirely, bodies pressed together. He slides inside her easily, easier than expected really, and fuck it's so nice, so hot, that he's afraid he might cum too fast (he dimly remembers Tiefer offering, the both of them rather drunk, to let Jehan practice being inside someone for once with him -- "no thanks" he'd choked out but was now reconsidering) but she's so pretty and it's dark and if she feels scars crisscrossed on his back she doesn't say anything, only moans louder and louder (he'll tell her all about it later, in the morning, right now though is perfect, is beautiful, is fun--)

"Oh fuck, Emilein--"

They both freeze and for a minute Jehan thinks he'd said that, he'd called out his abuser's ex-lover's godfather's name, but then Connie's apologizing, face too red, and Jehan's gone soft, his mouth forming the words "it's fine" while his mind screams "what did you do?!" and he's not quite sure who he should be asking.

#writing #my writing #au where jehan gets married #character stuff #fhcaoos #kmclaudereplies #queerasforks #kmclaudereplies to queerasforks #kmclaudereplies to ask

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spooky mindfuck thought; shade!Tiefer duplicating himself and gangbanging Jehan ✨

“Don’t you like this?”

“Want me to suck you off?”

“Suck me off?”

“Fuck your ass?”

“Fuck my ass?”

“You look lost, pet.”

“Don’t want to answer?”

“Don’t know who to answer?”

“It’s all me, sweetheart.”

“You know I’m the only one who can make you feel like this…”

pet~ uwu

my brain has been HALF trying to draw this and HALF trying to write this (i....am a slut for selfcest....) so i am just going to grab the mic and scream this while i wait for my brain to come back online:

yes to all of this but also what if one of them was teenaged

because Jehan might have a bit of an idea of what Tiefer went through (I say a bit because of course he doesn't know everything but between what Tiefer did share, what he could visibly see of Tiefer's damage, and all that could be read in between the lines...well....easy to fit certain pieces...) and struggle terribly with that so he, to cope, has a tendency to assume either "all children are innocent so he had to have been innocent and something hurt him so bad he got fucked up and now this is happening" (which I mean closer to truth) or "he was always bad he had to have been always bad I don't want to think about what it means for me if he was once good" -- and both of those thoughts kinda fight in the back of jehan's mind (one reality and one a nice coping thought)...

so of course Jehan splits, mentally, the nightmare of a ghost he chooses to remember (easier to make Tiefer All Bad, All Cruel, a ghost, a haunting) from the child he knows he had to have been (who is dad had been friends with and had to have seen as good otherwise why bring Tiefer into their family, why name him his godfather, why...) and, well, that's something convenient for his ghosts to split down too...

which leaves Jehan with the (beautiful, terrifying) man he knew and this (beautiful, innocent) younger version that he never knew (and oh if it hits the you're hard for this, what, sixteen year old version of your rapist? tell me how you're different from him again? freak... button in his brain, well, how delightful) and oh here's someone you could take charge of in bed, here's someone less threatening, want him to suck you off? want to watch him suck your rapist (suck himself) off? want to fuck him? want to be fucked by him (grown? or oh...you'd rather a teenager fuck you? maybe you're into that?) want them to tell you what you want?

#character stuff #kmclaudereplies #kmclaudereplies to ask #kmclaudereplies to queerasforks #queerasforks

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Tiefer, after feeling slighted and betrayed by Nathan’s rejection, (his insistence that he was a straight man with a family on the way, “We- no, I can’t keep doing this, Emilien.” ) decides that if he can’t have Nathan, then why does perfect Nathan and his perfect wife Agnes get their perfect life with their perfect baby boy? He never got white picket fence perfect pristine family, why do they deserve it? So he waits, until Nathan and Agnes, both looking rundown from the constant care of a newborn, ask Tiefer to babysit. “You’re still his godfather, Em, that hasn’t changed. Spend some time with him, maybe you’ll change your mind,” but he doesn’t, why would he? They leave, and he disappears into the night with this baby who won’t stop crying (neither will he, keeps seeing his bloodied hands inside his bloodied sisters bloated body, ripping the half baked abomination from her cunt and burying them in the woods, face streaked with tears and dirt and so much fucking blood) realizes as he’s carrying this thing that he has no clue what he’s doing, but he can’t stop now, can he? The Pretrés had most likely already returned home to find their home empty, childless and barren, and were hunting for him. So he doesn’t stop running, not ever, hops from town to town with his stolen godson and doesn’t look back, raises him to be perfectly obedient, a war prize, and the day tief returns home, Jehan now a teen and unwilling to leave his captors side, Tiefer fucks the perfect pretty stolen son in front of the boys messy, alcoholic father who had long ago stopped looking for him.

There's so much I wanna say about this--shriek with glee, write a little bit off it, draw for it--but my brain is short circuiting at "tiefer fucking his little lost boy jehan with in front of nathan"

#kmclaudereplies #queerasforks

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Annemarie had always had the worst fuckin’ luck. She knew that long ago, and knew it much more now; it was really just the foul running amuck in their blood, a cursed, fucked up line of ever repopulating rats, squirming pink newborn and screaming; Hold me, care for me, love me love me love me, swallow me whole to keep me closer to you. The little newfangled test in her [slightly shaking] hands had pretty well confirmed what the doc had already suggested she could be. She was knocked up. Pregnant. At twenty-fuckin’-nine, she was holding a bastard in her belly. And not just any bastard. His bastard. Anne sneered in disgust at the little set of double pink lines that stared back at her, mocking her. Don’t you wish there was only one of us?

She wadded the cursid piss test into a tight ball of toilet tissue, and stashed it at the bottom of the bin, hoping to hide it from anyone who might look too closely. Namely Big-Mouth-Big-Head- Huge-Asshole-Baby-Brother. Emilien, always desperate to find ways to throw her under the bus with their oldman, like getting her ass blue beat for doing coke in their bathroom. [Like the little queer had any damn room, the way he sniffed after little Neighbor Nathan like he was the fuckin’ china white.]

The thickly muggy hot summer morning she’d told her father [after he’d caught her] face down in the porcelain, he’d nearly split her skull then ‘n there for bein’ so goddamn irre-fuckin’-sponsible , Anne! Fuckssakes, girl! [Throwing his hands up, coming close and then backing off. Barking in her face with sweltering heady liqioured breath that made her even more nauseated] Get’chur head outta yer ass, stupid girl! You don’t even take care’a’ya self, let alone a fuckin’ rugrat!

So he’d gathered up her and her fighting, cursing, kicking and screaming faggy little brother and sent them off to take care of it. Thrown cash in their hands and gas in the tank and on they’d went.

Which is how she’d found herself keeled over on the side of the interstate, little bastard belly pooched out as she spilled her gurgling never quite settled guts into the grass. Emilien leaned against the hood of the car, smoking cigarette after cigarette, griping and snarking and looking disgusted by her to himself. Between heaves it had sounded something like stupid fuckin’ whore…. Not my damn fault…. The fuck I gotta take care’a the shit fer… But eventually, the heaving and spitting and coughing stopped, and Anne, scowling and spluttering into one hand swiped the burning smoke from his mouth with the other.

“Anne,” He growls, but begrudgingly lights another in its wake. A passive aggressive attempt at pity.

She crawls back in the car, in time to see Emilien take a deep swig from a silver flask and then tuck it back into his waistband. Even though she craved the burn of the liquor, the thought alone was enough to make her a little green around the gills.

“Ya done?” Em asks from the open window, eyeing her skeptically from where he stood, hand on the door, ready to resume his place at the hood if she began to vomit again.

“Just fuckin’ drive….” She grumbles, fixing her stare onto the horizon.

**********

They sit together in the waiting room of a Mississippi clinic.

He pretends to hold her hand to keep up the charade, and when the woman at the desk asked, Anne had put on a show and made up some sick sob story about being raped. It made Tiefer retch from his seat, mentally doing the math. He lets his head rest in his hands as he thinks.

“How long?” Tiefer had asked after a long stretching silence, nothing but his own ghosts rattling around in his head as the car chugged steadily forward, closer and closer to the state line every second.

“I don’t fuckin’ know,” Anne tosses her hands up, exasperated and just really ready to get the shit over with, and now she was playin twenty fuckin’ questions?

“Think, Anne.” He’s serious now, brows drawn tight together as he watches her from the corner of his eye, one glance at the empty road and then one back at her.

“Why?” She snaps, “so you and the ole man can pawn me off to someotha deadbeat?” She flops heavily back in the seat, arms crossed over her chest and looking off into the distance. Petulant.

He rolls his eyes. “No, ya dumb cunt, for the fuckin’ doctors.”

She ruminates for a moment, and finally says: “Our last ‘fight’.”

The one where she had tied him up with belts to her black velvet high backed vanity chair [a gift, from some poor idiotic bastard who really thought he needed to pay, though deep down Tiefer knew it wasnt quite for her, she was easy, with her spread legs and wet hole. He was the one that put up a fight, dry and bloody and spit-slick] gagged him with her sickeningly soaked black lace panties [another pricey gift, from a much older man who wanted to keep his whorings from his wife] and rode him until he’d gone limp. His face still bore discolored blotches vaguely shaped like her hands, not to mention the deep fleshy lines across his chest, where he’d thrashed at his bonds. But Anne, as is her nature, had kept him down, drowning him inside her. Hand in unholy-white-trash-unbearable-burning hand. Unlovable in all but one another’s arms.

It startles him to the core when the math adds up. She hadn’t been lying. He has to step out to vomit into the plants outside the building to right the violent spin the world around him had adopted.

By the time they call her name, Annmarie had already bolted out the front door, suddenly unsure of herself. The waiting room far too clean and sterile and… final. Even if modern medicine allowed her to rid herself of the issue, what chance did she stand of getting any better? Still a whore, still passed around and payed and bribed and…… at least, here, with Emi, she could play pretend. They were in love, honeymooning cross country, husband and wife, til death would they part.

They end up back on the road, staring blankly ahead in thick silence.

---

The hotel is cheap, paid for with the wad of cash their father had shoved at the problem. They stare at each other in quiet contemplation for a long time, neither saying anything, passing a pack of cigarettes back and forth until Tiefer decides to withhold them, citing the issue they hadn’t solved.

“Like it’ll be any better’n us?” She snarks, reaching across and snatching the flask from his pants.

“Guess not,” Emilien agrees, for once, and almost cracks a smile. “Could always push ya down the steps’r sumn.”

Anne snorts.

“Coathanger, maybe?”

“Reach up in there ‘n just rip it right out. Don’t be a pussy.”

Em rolls his eyes.

“You do it, then, motherfucker.”

Her expression says you walked into that one.

His says try me.

They sleep, back to back, untouching.

When they rise the next morning, it’s to the loud, obnoxious woman banging on their door and shouting, thick and hoarse: “housekeeping, get your cumrags and condoms picked up, ain’t ya fuckin mother.”

Em cuts himself shaving in the mirror. It bleeds a steady stream from neck to collar and into his shirtfront, even through the bandaid.

“You look like shit.” Anne says as she pours nasty, thick, bitter coffee colored sludge into a mug. A pisspoor attempt at civility.

“Thanks, bitch.” He murmurs, lighting a cigarette. He sips his coffee in silence. It tastes like shit. He says as much.

“No problem, ya prick.” She snatches the smoke, and spits in his drink for extra measure. “Thank you, Annie, for trying to be a good wife.”

“You’re a whore, Annie, not a wife.”

The maid asks if there’s trouble in paradise, and Anne flicks the lit cigarette butt towards her.

*

The man at the hotel desk sneers at Anne, croons over her half exposed chest, and practically drools when Tiefer leaves his ‘wife’ with him to retrieve their bags from their room.

She’s half tempted to hit her knees; at least she’d be making someone happy. She’s nearly worked up the courage to do it, offering him sultry smiles and licked lips, when Emilien returns and drags her off by the arm.

They don’t stop again until they reach Biloxi, their car having stalled on the bridge. The gauge said they’d still had fuel, but it had still spluttered to a stop nonetheless. They walked now, southbound, in the fiery setting of the sun. Emilien stops to lean against the railing and peer out over the water, Anne joining him. They stay that way until the sky darkens, and instead of walking on, Tiefer takes his sister by the hair and slams her face into the railing, before tossing her limp body into the water.

He would have no children.

🥺💖💕

#im sobbing thank you #gift #gift for all our eyes #fanfic #gift for me #kmclaudereplies #queerasforks #the song is in my head now

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HAPPY WEED/COLUMBINE/HITLER DAY KLAUDE! *shotgunning a Red Bull in the work parking lot*

OKAY I have questions, feel free to elaborate as much or as little as you see fit:

What’s Jehan’s music taste like?

What’s Tiefer’s best memory?

Does Anne-Marie have any regrets?

What was the beginning of Carina and Emeiln’s relationship like? (God I’m so sorry if I spelled anything wrong)

What was school like for Tiefer and Anne?

Did Agnes want more children? Did Nathan?

Was there ever a time in Tiefer’s priesthood where he felt he was actually doing good and helping others? Did he even like that feeling?

HAPPY WEED DAY

ok uhhhh

What’s Jehan’s music taste like?

I associate the first Mumford & Sons album and Alice Cooper with him solely because that's the most fitting to him stuff on my old playlist for him.

That said, I think likely rock, acid rock, and folk stuff. Janis Joplin, Alice Cooper, Donovan. ...OK so basically get in a car, find the Classic Rock station on the radio, there. He's a basic bitch.

He'd probably like the record I just got by the band Psychedelic Witchcraft -- that flavor.

What’s Tiefer’s best memory?

Hmm...he has so few~ LOL uh...

Well one definitely involves Nathan. Probably the first time they fucked kissed as teens?

Probably high up there is the first night he lived on his own, away from Anne (now deceased), and realized he didn't have to be a bundle of nerves, waiting for something to go to shit.

Does Anne-Marie have any regrets?

Not using a condom :) Actually she probably has a lot but if she thinks about it she'll get depressed and that's not fun for her (or anyone who crosses her path when she's in A Mood)

What was the beginning of Carina and Emeiln’s relationship like? (God I’m so sorry if I spelled anything wrong)

Carina and Émile's relationship...definitely started hot. Very infatuated. Their relationship in general is very hot/cold:

What was school like for Tiefer and Anne?

Anne dropped out (for obvious reasons.) She honestly was probably rather good at it -- or would have been if she wasn't constantly bored by it and skipping class.

Tiefer was not great at school, though ironically he winds up in school the longest with a master's. He picked fights. He didn't care -- didn't see a lot of a reason to care when young. Started straightening out a bit, but still hard to care much. Serving in church helped straighten him out more by giving him something to a) occupy his time and hands and mind that b) he was good at (and genuinely praised for) and c) put him on a potential career track that wasn't like 'fisherman' or 'shitty job in a shitty town' or 'hooker' or 'you need to be super smart to GTFO from here'.

Anyway for both probably very a 1 or 2 room schoolhouse type situation.

Did Agnes want more children? Did Nathan?

Yes and ehhhhh, open to it. Getting two was like pulling teeth so even if Nathan was around they wouldn't have tried for a third,

Was there ever a time in Tiefer’s priesthood where he felt he was actually doing good and helping others? Did he even like that feeling?

Oh yeah.

He definitely felt it when he first returned and was the priest with an aging Fr. Michaud -- the unspoken part of his job being 'help care for him'. For Tiefer that was definitely a chance to repay a debt of sorts -- Michaud helped him GTFO and get into seminary. And it did good. And it felt good to be able to more or less pay back something that changed his life.

I'd say also the hard moments nobody likes -- the sicknesses, the deaths -- it's thankless and he's often the convenient intermediary between family and the death industry, if even used at all (else it's OK here's a wake, here's a box, let's dig a grave on the church grounds and well who do you think has a hand in that?) -- that makes him feel he's helping because people don't like those moments, can barely stomach them, but it comes fairly easy to him.

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[kmclaude]

*ripping dab pen in the work bathroom* HEY CLAUDE

Consider: Tiefer has hidden his initials in the scars in Jehan’s back and sometimes he’ll trace them while he’s got him bent over something ✨

hi are u trying to make me an even bigger home of sexual because 👀🍆💦

(TBH years ago I had thought about 'oh what if he carved his initials -- I mean a T is easy enough, that's a crisscross' but then was like ehhhhhh. He's definitely threatened to do it, mark Jehan up as 100% his, all his. Hell, he's vain enough to do it. Mark him and remind him that as far as he cares, he's Jehan's fucking god.)

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Anne talking Jehan into sitting in her wheelchair beneath her, bouncing his knees (he’s not very good, he’s very new at this and it almost disappoints her until she realizes this was the closest she’d ever get to the real thing again and resigns herself to it) ✨

Tiefer finding him spooning her, with her cockwarming him and he thinks it’s a little funny, the way she had once made him do the same, and how the tables had turned delightfully, thinking Jehan is using his cunt sister and not realizing she’s using him just as much ✨

Oh noooo my heart 😭💕

Tiefer teases Jehan over it, his cripple "girlfriend", mocks Annemarie over it because it's been awhile hasn't it and must be tough putting up with such a small cock in her "but you can't feel it anyway huh?" And she's thankful she can barely manage to flip him off--motor function was basically shit--but hey it kept him in a good humor to think she was miserable.

(Anne deadpan like "your boy likes pussy you know that right? He ain't a fag" and Em just bitchy about it. "I've caught him looking at other boys he's at least half a fag." "He'd leave you for a woman in a heartbeat just like that other man of yours did." What's he gonna do beat her? Where's the fun in that if she allegedly can't feel?)

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[tuesdaysarefortwilight]

So, when you guys mentioned the girl who showed up at Josh Hutchersons (sp? Idk I didn’t watch tw but y’all make me want to) it reminded me of one of my locals. She grew up a few towns over, and one of my friends dated her older brother for a time. And one day, It comes out that this girl is getting engaged. At 26, she’s engaged. Yknow to who?! CHARLES FUCKING MANSON.

I’m sorry wHAT???? Did she end up marrying him? Also how??? I need details plsssssss

(Also Josh Hutcherson was in Hunger Games but you should absolutely watch tw because it’s the greatest show of all time)

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[tuesdaysarefortwilight]

On the subject of hearts stopping! (Ep 15)

I have a pretty severe dysrythmia of my enlarged heart, and sometimes if I get super overwhelmed or super worked up I can feel my heart stopping and then skipping it’s natural beat pattern! So it happens, it’s kinda painful, but it can be normal in trauma patients!

Oh my God that sounds scary and painful! I had never heard of that so that’s good for us both to know and be corrected on. Thank you for sending us this info!

#ask #queerasforks

[kmclaude]

What are your favorite kinds of expressions to draw?

What’s your least favorite piece of anatomy?

Describe a piece you were proud of, but never finished/posted. Why didn’t you?

If you were to present a portfolio of your top three pieces you’re the most proud of, what would they be?

Smirking in a god dishonoring way

Feet. Make them make sense.

One picture of Tiefer cutting Jehan up on the altar. I didnt post it because I wanted to save it for an artbook. Another is a cult picture that I sold in person as a print (along with two others) and included in a color zine my exfiancé and I made. I have two of the three prints above my bed, that one included. I never shared it I guess because we were gonna make another widely available zine... I don't know now if that will happen. Mm. Well that got depressing.

Ahhh. Hmmm. Can I just point to my curated portfolio?

Hm. If I can included short comics then counted definitely....peccata tui maybe....or sacrament, tie between those two....and diary comic xxxii: and yet.

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