Round 2 - Side B
Propaganda below ⬇️
Sasuke
Sasuke Has Become Catholic
[ironic but not ironic enough that it's not worrisome] narusasu is the greatest love story of all time and in this essay i will
Aslan
Idk man he's a talking lion who's basically the god of his universe and is just like, the physical embodiment of love and magic on multiple occasions. He's just cool.
The character is an allegory to Jesus for multiple reasons but mostly being resurrected after being killed in the place of someone who did something bad.
The fastest, albeit incorrect, way to explain it is by saying "Jesus' fursona" which is awful of an explanation but pretty much sums it up
Aslan in Narnia is Jesus in our world, as it has been proved many time in the movies and books.
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Greetings Akira. I offer you, Naria & Mairon - Subservience
Lyssa, my darling. I love you so much and I hope you like this. Thank you for being patient with me <3
It got a bit long and weird bcs Mairon loves fucking with Naria's head, hence the cut :D <3
"Leave my sight," her Father says, and she dare not argue, she dare not question, she dare not make a sound as she gathers her wits and curtsies and leaves the room, her eyes set firmly ahead and all her power going into the one command she gave herself a long time ago - Do not weep.
She descends the stairs into the forges, passing servants and minions and apprentices and creatures of her Father's making without giving them a second glance. They dare not cross her path; her eyes shine whit something that makes them recoil and move aside.
She sheds her outer layers as she crosses the treshold, throwing them away on a bench. Rolling her sleeves is mechanical at this point; lifting her hair up is a well-practiced move; protective gear awaits her, and she puts it on.
Naria stands in the middle of the forge, inferno blasting her skin from all sides, and suddenly feels lost.
She came here for a reason, but she finds herself adrift now.
(She came here to get away from her Father.)
(She came here because she was sent away.)
"Naria," comes the voice from behind her, and as she turns, she sees him. His mouth is twisted in a knowing smirk, and he is beautiful in his disdain, his hair shining brightly in the darkness mixed with forge-fire. She cannot read his eyes; she never can, for he obfuscates and hides behind serpentine smiles. She never knows if he tells her truth or lies. She does not much care.
"Master," she says, and the word feels too heavy on her tongue. She swallows other words she yearns to say, for she cannot say them - she dares not.
Mairon says nothing, only observes. She tries not to fidget under his gaze, but the forge is too hot, and her emotions are wreaking havoc inside her hröa, too overwhelming to control them. She can feel her eyes starting to tear up, and she thinks her hands are shaking - or is it her whole body that is shaking? She knows not, and he says nothing, only looks at her, and she wants to scream, wants to cry, wants to touch him, wants to disappear into nothingness, wants to -
"Naria," he says, voice like sin and sharp as a whip. She straightens and bites her lip, feeling like she is burning all over. "What is the one thing I demand of you?"
She clasps her hands behind her back immediately, lowering her head.
"Obedience."
The whisper is barely heard in the room, and she dares not look up until Mairon chuckles, much closer than he were before. His eyes are beautiful, but there is that something in them which makes her feel young and foolish whenever he looks at her like that. She looks away.
"You came here not to think," he states. She gulps, and nods. His finger comes up to her chin, raising it so she has no choice but to raise her head and looki him in the eyes, barely seeing through the thin veneer of tears she is powerless to stop. "Oh, little one," he chuckles. "You amuse me so, apprentice," Mairon says, and his finger caresses her jaw. She bites on her tongue to supress a whimper, because it is not praise as such, but it is something, and she knows not what it is she feels.
His hand falls away and it feels like a blow. Her head falls down, as do her tears. When he speaks again, his voice is conversational.
"Get the tools. I will tolerate no mistakes today, for we have much to do, so wipe your tears immediately. Lest you wish to be sent away?"
There is a threat there, threat of disappointment, and she cannot take being sent away again. Not today. Not ever. Not by her Master, too. She hastens to obey, and as she walks by him to gather the tools, he catches her by the arm.
Fire-eyes bear into hers, and he catches a stray tear on his finger, touching her cheek in the process.
"And you were wrong before. It is not obedience I demand."
Strike one, she knows. She holds her breath.
"It is subservience."
Mairon releases her suddenly, and she stumbles away. Her fists are clenched, and her body is alight with newfound determination.
Naria will not disappoint her Master; not today; not ever. Not again.
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Round 1 - Side B
Propaganda below ⬇️
Gloria
no propaganda some I'll just include
"When did Catholics become so judgmental?" hahahah
Gloria stealing the twins to get the secretly baptized is so funny to me. My auntie stole me as a baby to get my ears pierced. Just latino things
Aslan
Idk man he's a talking lion who's basically the god of his universe and is just like, the physical embodiment of love and magic on multiple occasions. He's just cool.
The character is an allegory to Jesus for multiple reasons but mostly being resurrected after being killed in the place of someone who did something bad.
The fastest, albeit incorrect, way to explain it is by saying "Jesus' fursona" which is awful of an explanation but pretty much sums it up
Aslan in Narnia is Jesus in our world, as it has been proved many time in the movies and books.
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