#and finally. catholics are kinda fucked up

[gaytwirights]

Entrance exams fucked me up so bad I'm genuinely thinking of a thematic analysis of Seth Twiright, and his relation to the main Themes of Evillious

#seth twiright #evillious chronicles #in case anyone's curious #the Evillious themes are #the complexity of parenthood and inheritance #how evil cannot exist on a vacuum #how money and power corrupt and also noble poverty #isolation as a catalyst for a downward spiral #hurt people hurt people #the lack of autonomy and being a doll #complicated relationships with identity and mirrors and reincarnation #imperialism and conquest and superiority (and money) #and finally. catholics are kinda fucked up #or at least those are the ones i can think of rn #if anyone has suggestions. pls tell me #but don't expect a response i'm in school rn

[catholic-character-tournament]

FINALS - Catholic Character Tournament

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Wolfwood

I love him. Man who has no faith in himself or humanity or god with so much blood on his hands, fighting for something he knows he can never see come to fruition in person. He carries his own literal cross and grave marker on his back. Just… he’s so iconic to me.

I'm sure I'm not the first to submit him. But I did it anyway. I hope he wins and I'll do anything in my power to make sure he does

Dude is literally a priest who carries around a giant cross. Yes he uses the cross to murder people but that is besides the point. Also he has a mini church he carries around for on-the-go confession services.

hes literally a priest(hes not a priest in the reboot but he is in the original and thats what matters to Me). he carries around a cross that is actually secretly a gun with guns inside that gun. he runs a church/orphanage. he carries around a portable confession booth and charges people money for it because he is broke as fuck. he dies bleeding out over an alter begging to god for forgiveness he doesnt think he deserves. he is everything to me.

look at this man he's a priest with a cross shaped gun that (spoilers) dies against the side of a church while waxing poetic about life and redemption (/spoilers), this is the Catholic ever.

Wolfwood is liiiiiterally Judas coded in the text. AND his weapon is a massive cross that turns into a machine gun and a LASER. Not to mention his religious trauma. Oh baby. The religious trauma.

Homeboy literally walks around with a giantass 300lb machine gun shaped like a cross called the Punisher. Hes a priest/undertaker depending on what version of trigun you reference. Grew up in a church orphanage. Also literally walks around with a portable confessional box for people to pay to confess to him. Need i say more.

HE IS LITERALLY JUDAS. he is literally leading the jesus allegory to his doom. hes also in love with the jesus allegory (vash). he is also carrying arouns a giant cross rhat is also a gun. hes literally catholic and judas and his tits are perfect. in one piece of official art he's wearing a cross choker. also the catholicism on gunsmoke is about making vash submit. wolfwood looking at that pathetic wet mess of a man oh i can make him submit easily.

He literally carries around a giant cross and is referred to as a priest by multiple characters. also he offers people confessionals

He carries a huge machine gun that is in the shape of a cross that is really heavy (he is strong) and his boobs are huge. So you know hes serving cunt in a god honoring way. Also in trigun 1998 he brings around a small chapel that he uses as a portable confessional and in trigun stampede he holds funeral services as an undertaker which are way overly priced. Also he dies very gayly (basicly confessing his love to his best boy friend forever)

Nick's funny bc he's probably the least Christian acting guy but is literally a preacher. There's a running gag with Vash asking some variation of "what the hell kinda churchman are you?" His gun is a gigantic cross. He rides a shitty motorcycle in the middle of the desert.

ok so thematically the main conflict in trigun is about peace vs violence and its represented by the characters vash and knives respectively. the two aren't /technically/ angels but thematically and through imagery they are and are comparable to michael and lucifer specifically. ANYWAYS. vash and knives are the characters who are constantly pushing and pulling at wolfwood's morality, sort of like a "the devil and god are raging inside of me" kinda deal. his grappling with his morality and faith is a big factor in his character. also he has a giant fucking gun shaped like a cross. and he dies in a church while praying.

Bros an orphan who grew up at a Catholic orphanage and taken away to be trained and genetically changed into a supercharged assassin for interworldly beings that have lots of angel imagery attached. Guy thought he was just going to be taken to become a missonary...instead he got 6 years of religious trauma. He still wears a cross necklace and holds it often. His gun is a literal cross "full of mercy" (its a missile launcher). He never really believed fully in the faith or anything, but the way he interacts with it is FASCINATING. He's jaded by the planet he lives on and his upbringing, and makes him say his most iconic quote: "We're nothing like God. Not only do we have limited powers, but sometimes we're driven to become the devil himself." He prays to a God he doesn't know if he actually believes in, asking for another day— for hope for the human race. The organization hes part of (The Eye of Michael) works for an interdimensional otherworldly being that has an incredible amount of angelic metaphor and imagery attached who intends to purge the planet of humans... and ends up siding with that guy's twin brother who is so Jesus coded it's insane. They are best friends even as Wolfwood is acting under instructions to babysit and watch him for his twin brother. He dies after facing down against his old mentor (named Chapel) and his pseudo brother from the orphanage who was taken into the Eye as well and his Jesus bestie buries him and sticks his cross-gun in the ground after losing his shit crazy style and using his pseudo alien angel Jesus powers to lash out at his brother for being the cause of Wolfwood's death. Rest in peace king

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Sister Michael

She drives a DeLorean. She does judo on Fridays. She likes a good statue and despises the French. Her full nun name is Sister George Michael, after the guy from Wham!. She is the fiercest nun you’ll ever come across and, if you’re attending Lady Immaculate College, she’s the woman in charge. So whatever you do, if you’re feeling anxious or worried or just need a chat: don’t come crying to her.

joined the nunnery for the free accommodation?

she does love a good statue it has to be said

She is the headmistress of a catholic school <3

sister michael so reminds me of the nuns who taught me. they're tough and sometimes a little harsher than a woman who dedicated her life to god should be but they're also wonderful people. i had a nun teacher who was 60 years old and would do handstands. another nun (also in her 60s) told me god was nonbinary. another was really mean and made me cry. (so did the handstand nun.) while the catholic girls school is The Catholic Experience, the school wouldn't have been the same for me or the derry girls without at least one nun who seemed to have sprung up out of the ground fully formed, ageless.

#cct polls #tumblr tournament #tumblr bracket #tumblr polls #polls #r8 #the derry girls #derry girls #sister michael #nicholas d. wolfwood #trigun #trigun maximum #wolfwood #trigun wolfwood

[cl3fairyyy]

hide and seek || edward nashton / the riddler x fem reader (nsfw !) ⋆｡𖦹°‧★

summary || your sex life recently with edward has been non existent. with him being so focused on his plans for gotham, you have found your needs being neglected. you decide to take initiative and plan a fun game for edward while he's at work.

warnings || SMUT!! there is plot but this is pretty much straight up porn lol. reader and edward role-play a kidnapping scenario but everything is consensual!! slapping, restraints, degradation, light knife play, overstimulation, p in v, pussy eating, choking, hunting(?kind of?), (fake) threats of violence, mentions of stalking, the suit stays ON during sex, some weird purity/ corruption stuff in this idk i think a demon possessed me halfway through writing this. minors please do not interact!!

word count || 4k i did not mean for it to be this long oopsie!!

notes || i haven't written smut in a LONG time so i am so sorry if this is straight up garbage pls go easy on me. recently reread year one and im seriously going insane the hyperfixation is so back guys. i love writing edward so much especially when it comes to writing some nasty porn about him LOL. i srsly had no idea how to end this so its kinda bad sorry D:

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In recent months, you have found yourself growing increasingly frustrated. For the longest time, you haven’t had the faintest idea of what has been causing this, and that has caused it to manifest itself in various ways throughout your everyday life. You have found yourself much more easily annoyed by the most minor inconveniences, and have had repeated warnings at work to stop arguing with customers over the pettiest of matters. 

One afternoon in late November, whilst attempting to share in your boyfriend’s body heat on the sofa of your freezing living room, watching the news and listening to him ramble about finally ‘revealing the truth,’ it hits you. 

Edward hasn’t fucked you in months. 

Even before this change, you didn’t have the most active sex life- you were both too busy holding down your day jobs whilst simultaneously investigating the corruption poorly concealed beneath Gotham’s cobbled streets. Still, you’d find the time every other week or so to take care of each other. 

You love having sex with Edward; he’s so gentle with you, handling you like a precious gem that will shatter if dropped. He always makes sure your needs are met before he even thinks of himself, worshipping your body with an obsession akin to a deeply faithful Catholic’s love for Christ himself.  

But sometimes... it can get boring. Not as boring as not having sex at all, but boring enough that you often find yourself lying awake at night, longing for Edward to keep up his Riddler persona for just a little while longer after he arrives home from doing whatever he does to have the coppery scent of blood soaking into the walls of your small apartment. 

You know your frustration will only worsen the longer you go without having sex, so you decide to do a small experiment. 

You take the next few days off work, pretending to be sick, and Edward, usually ever attentive to your every need, your Edward, who begins panicking if you all but sniffle the wrong way, barely notices. With your theory proven that his work has been turning him into someone who is evidently not your sweet Edward, you begin doing everything you can for even an ounce of attention from him. You give him shoulder massages after he returns home from a long day at work, cook him his favourite meals, run baths for him, at some point it evolves into you all but throwing yourself at him, and you have to take a step back to reevaluate your approach. Being that desperate for sex is not a good look, especially when your boyfriend is completely oblivious to how horny you are.  

You decide you need to formulate a plan to force him to focus on you. 

It starts with the lingerie. You scour the shopping apps on your phone for an embarrassingly long time, trying to find something perfect. You eventually come across a pretty lilac set, its sheer mesh bra framed with soft ruffles and feminine frills to accentuate your chest, and immediately order it, even begrudgingly spending a little extra for next day delivery. 

The next step of your plan is to come up with a simple puzzle, something stimulating but still to the point- you're so horny that you know the next time you’re in a room with Edward while he still has that Riddler costume on, it’s going to take some real self-restraint to stop yourself from ripping it off him.  

The final step of your plan is waiting for the perfect moment to put everything into action. You realise it isn’t the most complicated or glamorous scheme to ever exist, but if it manages to work and allows you to finally get some action, you won’t be complaining.  

One evening, when it’s well past 5pm, and definitely well past the time Edward should have been home from the office, you get a text from your beloved. 

hi honey, moved tuesday’s plans forward to today. got an opening with savage and cant miss it. will be home late- ill pick up food on my way back. love you. 

we’re finally making some REAL change : ) 

You almost leap out of your chair with excitement, rushing around the apartment to make sure everything is in place for your little game of hide and seek. 

When Edward finally returns home, the apartment is dark- it’s well past 11pm, so he figures you’re in bed. He sighs, setting down the takeaway bag on the coffee table and calling out your name, pausing when you don’t answer. You always wait up for him when he’s running his late-night ‘errands.’ When he thinks about it more, he realises you didn’t even text him back earlier this evening; you’ve been sick, too- what if you collapsed, or had complications, or worse?  

Before he can begin panicking, he finally notices the lit candle on the kitchen counter. Next to it is a piece of paper, which Edward gingerly picks up with shaking hands, reading the five words scrawled across it. 

‘Dear Riddler, 

Come find me.’ 

Confusion clouds Edward’s mind for a moment before he realises that he’s reading your handwriting, and the sweet flowery scent giving him a headache is his favourite perfume of yours. He stands still for a moment, rereading the note as the familiar feeling of want begins to curl in his lower belly. You’ve never actually addressed him as the Riddler before. 

He definitely likes it. 

You crouch uncomfortably in your hiding space beneath the dining table, straining your ears against the silence of the apartment as you try to gauge how Edward has taken your little game based off his breathing. You hear the rustling of fabric and the sound of something zipping up, and realise he must’ve slipped his jacket and mask back on because his breaths are definitely muffled now.  

He begins taking slow, deliberate steps around the apartment, his combat boots loudly thudding on the wooden floorboards as he does so. You suddenly feel very vulnerable in only your undergarments and wonder if this is how his victims must feel, a thrill tingling deliciously up your spine. 

You shift a little in your spot, trying to find a way to crouch comfortably while also remaining out of sight. Your heart pounds so hard in anticipation of being spotted that you’re sure Edward can hear it, especially when his footsteps begin to head towards your hiding spot.  

You bite the inside of your cheek, trying to keep the sound of your breathing to an absolute minimum; the silence in your apartment is deafening and, for the first time in all the years you have known him, you begin to feel almost weary of Edward’s presence. In this moment, you’re not just Edward’s partner. 

You’re his prey. 

So wrapped up in your own mind, you don’t hear Edward’s footsteps behind you. You feel two strong, gloved hands grab your hips and rip you out of your thoughts. You squeal giddily as Edward throws you onto the wooden dining table, biting your lip to stifle the giggles that threaten to spill out. 

Edward looms over you, his glasses glinting in the moonlight that seeps into the apartment through the cracks in the blinds. He is completely silent, save for the heavy breaths muffled by his mask. When he finally speaks, his voice is low and raspy, and the sound of it sends tiny shivers of excitement up your arms. 

“I’ve been watching you for so long. Every move you make, I’ve followed from the shadows, waiting for the perfect moment to snatch you up. Do you know how hard it’s been? Hearing your pathetic whimpers while you fuck yourself every night, and having to wait until it’s me making you unravel? But now I have you here, all to myself, and no one is around to save you.” 

The sight of him like this, so indescribably large compared to you, looking down on you like a lion that has captured its prey and is about to rip it to shreds- it sends sparks of arousal through you that pool in your sheer underwear. You look up at Edward through your eyelashes, smiling innocently. 

“Looks like you caught me.” 

With that, he drags you up, throwing you over his shoulder as he heads towards your bedroom. Your face burns, unsure of when or how he got so strong, and the anticipation of what he is about to do to you sends tingles of delight down your spine. 

Edward throws you carelessly onto the bed before straddling you. He wordlessly grasps your wrists in one gloved hand, holding them above your head while he rips off a piece of duct tape from the roll that dangles from his belt, and binds them together securely. He subtly tilts his head to the side, and you can read him so well at this point that you know he’s asking if your restraints are too tight. You shake your head, and he immediately melts back into character, sweeping his gaze down your exposed body predatorily.  

His gloved hands reach forward, roughly groping your breasts, pinching and rolling your clothed nipples between his fingers. You squeak, writhing beneath him, deciding to put on a bit of a show with it. 

“P... please, don’t...” you whimper pathetically, bucking your hips into his. You hear him groan under his breath above you, removing one hand from your chest to grip your chin harshly, squishing your cheeks together. “Shut up.” His voice is low and dangerous when he speaks, a complete contrast to the sweet voice Edward usually addresses you with. “You’re trapped here, and no one is coming for you. You can scream as loud as you want, it won’t make a difference.” 

“You’re so pitiful, dressed up like one of those whores on the street just to get my attention.” He breathes out slowly, slipping a gloved finger beneath your bra to massage your nipple. “I can’t say it hasn’t worked, but a whore is still a whore. You need to be cleansed, like the rest of the filth in this city, and the only person willing to do that is me. That’s why,” he pauses, the hand gripping your chin roughly yanking your mouth open as he leans over you, pulling up his mask slightly and spitting in your mouth, “you will take everything I give to you like a grateful little bitch.” 

He slaps your face, hard enough to sting but not enough to bruise, and you swallow the mixture of your saliva and his. You can’t stop the moan that slips out from between your parted lips, and he locks eyes with you, his pupils blown so wide with arousal that his eyes appear completely black in the low light. He leans forward again, pulling up his mask, and harshly kisses you, pushing his tongue into your mouth as his knee forces your legs apart. You whimper when you feel his erection brush against your thigh and he bites down on your bottom lip, hard. He moves his focus to your neck and collarbones, attacking the sensitive skin with kisses and bites, marking every inch of you that’s visible. 

“This is so,” he murmurs breathlessly between fervent kisses to your skin- and, Christ, is he smelling you?- “everyone knows you were fucked by the Riddler. You’d like that, wouldn’t you? For everyone to know that you’re such a whore that getting fucked by a serial killer gets that pathetic cunt of yours completely soaked.” You moan at his words, arching your back to press your chest against his as you grind against his knee. 

“Such a needy little thing. One touch from me and you’re already at my complete disposal.” He leans back on his heels to look over you, your hair a complete mess, your lips swollen and as red as the flush on your skin. The strap of your bra has slipped down your shoulder and Edward’s breaths become haggard as he reaches for the knife on his belt; he cuts away the fabric hiding your breasts from him, much to your dismay (that lingerie set was pretty fucking expensive), and immediately takes one of your nipples in his mouth, swirling his tongue around the sensitive bud before biting down lightly. You moan louder, squirming against your restraints and trying to pull away from him. 

He slaps you again, harder this time, running the flat side of his knife against the mark that begins blooming on your cheek. “If you don’t shut up and take it like a good girl, I'll have to hurt you.” He presses a chaste kiss to your parted lips. “I wouldn’t want to ruin a face as pretty as yours.” 

You whimper, rubbing your clothed core against Edward’s thigh, feeling the arousal in your lower belly build from the stimulation. Edward certainly doesn’t miss this, his eyes widening slightly as he peels your underwear away from your pussy. A string of your own slick connects you to the mesh fabric, and you can hear the amusement in Edward’s voice when he says, “oh, I’m going to ruin you.” 

He cuts your underwear away, dragging his knife down your body painfully slowly. You shiver from the cool metal, whining from frustration when Edward’s gloved fingers spread your glistening folds, pointedly ignoring your throbbing clit. 

“You pathetic girl... so wet for me. No one else could get you to react like this from their words alone, could they?” You shake your head rapidly, wiggling your hips in an attempt to get closer to Edward’s fingers. “Say it, then.” He begins lazily rubbing circles into your clit, causing you to cry out with relief at him finally touching you. He runs the blunt end of his knife across your neck, twisting it in his hand so the tip presses into your skin, not quite breaching your flesh. “Nice and clear for me. Tell me that you’re my bitch.” 

You moan when he begins speeding up his movements on your clit, stumbling over your words. “I.. I’m your- your b-” He cuts you off with another slap to your cheek, and the action sends a sharp jolt of pleasure right to your clit, causing you to choke out a moan. “Not quite, pretty girl. Try again. Whose bitch are you?” Your eyes narrow with confusion for a second before you realise what he wants you to say. 

“I’m th- the Riddler’s bitch.” 

He nods, satisfied, pushing two gloved fingers inside of you while the other continues rubbing your clit. You can feel your orgasm approaching embarrassingly fast, whimpering and giving Edward a pleading look. 

He nods wordlessly and you unravel, your orgasm enveloping your body in a blissful warmth as your pussy clenches hard around Edward’s fingers. He breathes out through his nose, hard, as he watches you cum, his cock throbbing at the feeling of your pussy spasming around his fingers.  

Edward pulls his fingers out of you when your body finally finishes shaking, inspecting your wetness on them in the low light of your bedroom for several moments, before pushing them under his mask and sucking them clean. He moans at the taste of you, and you feel his dick twitching against your leg as he closes his eyes, savouring you. He sighs, opening his eyes. 

“I need more.” 

Before you can react, he’s gripping your waist with strong hands, dragging your body up against him, holding you up almost completely off the bed, and hooking your legs over his shoulders. Edward gazes at your drenched cunt with a hunger in your eyes that you've never seen displayed by him, his breaths deep and shaky as he smells the arousal leaking out of you. You squeak, thighs still quivering from your previous orgasm. 

“W-wait, Ed- Riddler, I... I’m still t-too sensitive for...” You cut yourself out with a cry of pained pleasure as he latches his mouth onto your pussy, pushing his tongue into your sensitive hole. You sob as he sucks on your clit, shocks of overstimulation wracking through you as you weakly kick your legs against him, your body growing limp. The sounds Edward makes as he devours your pussy are obscene, the room filling with echoes of your cries and Edward’s moans as he sucks and licks crudely at your sex. 

He pulls away occasionally, praising and degrading you in barely coherent pussydrunk babbles: “such a perfect girl for me,” “stupid bitch, such a needy whore for your savior,” “so pretty with mascara running down your face,” “any louder and I'll give you a real reason to cry,” “taste so good, i need all of you.” And it’s all so much, his tongue writhing so deep inside you, the grip of his hands on your ass, the cool leather biting into your flesh, the way he moans and ruts into the bed from the taste of you, and before you can even breathe you’re cumming again, and you’re cumming so hard your back lifts off the bed entirely, the strength of your orgasm rocking you all the way to your core. Your mind goes blank as a chain of choked moans and sobs spill from between your lips, all you can focus on being the way Edward continues to fuck you with his tongue all the way through your orgasm. You can feel your slick sliding down your thighs, and when Edward pulls away you can see it dripping down his chin, and you don’t miss the proud grin on his face as he pulls down his mask. 

He drops you back onto the bed, straddling you once more and wiping your slick from his chin with his finger, motioning for you to open your mouth. You obey him and he pushes the digit inside, motioning for you to suck it clean. When he pulls his finger from your mouth, his eyes darken, and you can practically feel the smug smile in his words. “Such a good little girl for me, aren’t you? No one can make you cum like I can... and I can still smell how horny you are for me. You’re so needy, yet you’re never satisfied.” 

He tilts his head, and the dim light from the lamp behind him illuminates him similarly to a halo, and you almost find yourself beginning to create a religion in your head just to worship him. 

“I don’t think you’re being very grateful.” 

You begin crying out words of thanks, rubbing your legs together to lessen the ache of overstimulation. Edward's knees cage you in, and he grips one of your thighs with his hands. 

“Quit your grovelling and stop fucking moving when I’m talking to you.” His hand travels to your face, cupping your cheek with a surprising tenderness as he sighs. “You’re still so filthy... look what this city has done to you. I suppose I’m your last hope.” 

He unbuckles his belt and unzips his trousers, finally freeing his cock from its confines. The tip is an angry red and leaks with precum, and Edward lets out a breathy moan as he strokes it. He spreads your legs, lining himself up with your sex and pushing into you slowly. He gazes down at you, a complete mess beneath him, and groans. “You’re so lucky... being fucked by Gotham’s salvation...” 

You can barely think, let alone speak, and when Edward begins moving his hips, his thumb finding your clit and massaging it, you sob, tears streaming down your cheeks. He moves in and out of your agonisingly slowly, and when you look up at him, you can make out that his eyes are closed as he savours the feeling of you. 

“Your virgin pussy is so... so fucking tight. Oh... h-how does it feel to be fucked by your saviour? Your God?” 

You sniffle beneath him, choking on your sobs as he speeds up to a punishing pace, his cock bruising your insides. He grabs at every inch of you, his hands finding refuge around your throat. 

“Oh, you’re so good. You were so filthy, but I will cleanse you. I will purify you; I will plant the seed of hope within you, and you will be saved.” 

He babbles on as he fucks you, squeezing his fingers around your throat, verging on crushing your windpipe but never quite gripping hard enough. You cry out for him, so cockdrunk and lightheaded from your sudden lack of oxygen that you find yourself looping your bound wrists around his neck, pulling him forward and crashing your lips to the rough leather of his mask. He makes a noise of surprise before his fingers once again find your clit, rubbing at it desperately as his hips begin to stutter against your own. 

Edward, ever the gentlemen, wants you to cum before him; you feel your cheeks grow warm at the thought, and pull away to look at him. You can barely keep your focus on him, your vision going hazy, and he begins assaulting your clit with more fervor. 

“Be a good little angel and cum for your savior.” 

Your vision goes white as the orgasm rips through you, your entire body spasming as your pussy clenches down hard on Edward’s cock. He has to stop moving to prevent himself from cumming as he guides you through your own orgasm, his fingers weaving through your hair as he coos at you. 

“Yes, that’s it. Such a perfect girl. So pretty cumming on my cock.” 

He begins speeding up again, his hips slapping against yours with a clumsy rhythm, his breathy moans growing louder and more desperate with each thrust. You lay, exhausted, whimpering incoherent words of encouragement to him as he chases after his own climax. 

You feel him begin to pull out and you weakly wrap your legs around his hips. “W-want you inside. Need... need you to cleanse me from the inside.” 

Your words are what tip Edward over the edge, and he whimpers loudly as his cum spills inside you, his hips grinding into yours as he relishes in the aftershocks of his orgasm. 

Thank God you're on birth control.

Edward slowly pulls out of you and cuts the duct tape that binds you, gently pressing kisses to the insides of your wrists. He pulls off his fogged up glasses and his mask, placing a gentle kiss to your lips as he smiles at you worriedly. 

“I didn’t go too far, did I?” 

There's your lovely Eddie.

You shake your head, laughing weakly and he smiles, pushing his glasses back up his nose as he helps you to your feet and guides you to the bathroom, letting you use his body for support. Edward sits you on the lip of the bath and dampens a towel, gentle cleaning you up and placing loving kisses to every bare patch of skin he can reach. He reluctantly leaves you alone to freshen up as he straightens up the bed, changing into his pajamas and finding your favourite t shirt of his to sleep in. 

When you re-enter the bedroom, with a slight limp that Edward definitely notices but refuses to comment on, he dresses you and tucks you into bed before lying next to you, brushing your hair out of your eyes. 

“Sorry I’ve been so... distant lately.” 

When you go to answer him, he rubs his thumb soothingly on your cheek and you get the message that he hasn’t finished talking. 

“We have big things planned, we both know that, but... it wasn’t right of me to not look after you when, now that I look back at it, you really made it obvious that you needed me to. I hope you can forgive me.” 

You smile, pressing a shy kiss to Edward’s lips. 

“Don’t apologise, Eddie. There’s nothing to be sorry for. You can apologise tomorrow when I can’t feel my legs or sit down properly for a week.” 

He laughs and buries his face in your neck, inhaling your scent.  

“I really love you, you silly girl. A-and..."

He pulls away from you but continues to avert his gaze, his cheeks pink and a lopsided grin tugging at his lips.

"The, um, th-the lingerie was very pretty, you looked really lovely. I'm, ah, sorry about..."

He doesn't meet your eyes and you snort, bringing a hand to rest on his cheek with a fond smile.

"Yeah. That I'm not so quick to forgive. You have no idea how expensive nice underwear is when you're a woman."

Edward laughs shyly, delicately holding your wrist and pressing tender kisses to your palm that leave you melting. The heat in his eyes, however, is undeniable.

"I absolutely will not complain if you decide to spend all my money on pretty lingerie and then decide to model said lingerie for me."

"You're unbelievable."

You both laugh as Edward continues peppering soft kisses up your arm, then your bruising neck before finally meeting your lips in a tender kiss. He pulls away, and the way he looks at you with such love and adoration almost makes you tear up.

Edward twirls a strand of hair around his finger, pulling you closer to his chest. His fingers reach up and he begins combing them through your hair properly, whispering sweet praise to you as you find yourself dozing off.

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[greenlaut]

death of the divine ✸

as your flatter talk shivers down my spine i hear the Holy One exposing all the lies (Lord, forgive me, i know my flesh needs to die) x

baal / lucifer / michael from angels before man and angels & man by @nicosraf

close-ups + work progress under the cut

og sketches

cleaned up sketch (i can't perceive my own messy sketch's coherency ok)

1st version. didn't like how thick the lineart and the colour palette isn't clicking with me. is so i scrapped it. decided i want to do frame/illuminated manuscript thingy so i added frame and re-centered michael.

i kind of winged it for the final version, so i don't have progress of me picking colour palette or compositions. idk how i did it, i just did it, it was hard. i had a bad day so i blanked out the entire day to just lose myself in this illustration. and then uh. tada.

now some close-ups:

and some notes:

i know i want lucifer's skin to come across as "gold", so i keep picking his colour in the orange spectrum. bcs yanno--the sun (morningstar). naturally baal is more red leaning, which i think also suits his lion associated imagery well (because lion -> strength card (in tarot deck) -> red. idk, it's how my brain is)

originally michael doesn't wear an armour. i decided last minute to put him in one because fuck it; (1) armour cool and (2) i am a masochist ig

both baal and lucifer wear lipgloss. this is entirely dedicated to rafael's (the author. not the angel.) suffering. they share lipgloss by kissing, you fools.

michael has "jellyfish" hairstyle because. the front bob kinda reminds me how catholic friars/monks in certain schoolings cut their hair in that bob hair? yknow the one?? ya?? anyway it's for that imagery.

both baal and lucifer's legs are caging michael. bcs they're what ground him (vices/temptations) ahahahahaa

i actually asked rafael (author not the angel) and he said he imagined baal is a brunette, which is the same like i had in mind. except that baal asked that he got depicted as a wizened old man/wizard. so now he gets a beard and his hair is white. (he also insisted i gave him a stylish beard)

if u look closely at the jewelries the demons wore; one of lucifer's rings and baal's visible earring have gemstones the colour of michael's eyes

in return, michael's sash is the colour of the demons

baal has a ring with heliodor (yellow) for lucifer, and lucifer has a(nother) ring with red ruby for baal

baal's other gemstones are topaz and lucifer's are yellow jasper

both demons have pearl necklaces. they're supposed to represent michael('s wings ahahahahahaahaha)

my headcanon is that michael's wings are brown like sparrow's actually. BUT during the war, god gave him more power and authority and my understanding is that he got tempered into a perfect sword; so his wings turned white. when book 3 came out and they finally bang (I FUCKING HOPE THEY DO. RAFAEL. THIS IS FOR YOU RAFAEL.) his wings will turn brown againehehhehe

lucifer's coat has wing-like cut at the ends to represent his no longer existing wingsbye

michael is blue because one time i shared this imagery with rafael; michael wearing blue because of the same reason virgin mary is depicted in blue. god's favourites are in blue; fated to suffer and be left behind.

fin.

#angels before man #abm #moobaalcifer #INSHAALLAH they have a 3way amin #archangel michael #lucifer #lucifer morningstar #baal demon #baal #moocifer #baalcifer #moobaal #(?) #baalchael #sounds cool djjdg #religious imagery #religious imageries #what catholicism does to u ig #art #illustration #digital illustration #book illustration #artist on tumblr #artist #angel #demon #my art

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HELLOOO!! Im in LOVE with all your Chaggie (and Wenclair obv-) art!! I was wondering if youd be up to share your thoughts on the other hazbin characters? Simply cuz Im very curious and youve been a favourite content creator of mine for a while whose opinions and takes on different things i value A LOT! So id love to hear your thoughts on the rest of the main cast(and more if youre up to it hahha)!

@phantoswordsman15

The main cast huh

Hmmmmm I dont particularly hate them, but I have some opinions that people might not like and I'm aware there's a lot of uh sensitive people in this fandom, so I never said them unprompted

But since you asked!

Alastor

Let's start with the infamous Alastor. I think he's a very entertaining character! His horde of simps annoy tf outta me when they're being misogynistic and homophobic towards Chaggie and Vaggie, but I quite liked him when I make myself forget certain parts of the fandom. He's funny and conniving and intriguing. The fact that he apparently sold his soul is super interesting to me. I'm on board with the people theorizing that he sold his soul to Lilith. I bet he's cozying up with Charlie so that he can use it to break his contract somehow. Feel like he also used the deal with (presumably) Lilith so that he could be strong enough to be the overlord he became.

With that being said, I'm really surprised with the direction they took with him. You'd think that with him being a favorite of the showrunner and the fandom, he would probably be portrayed as the coolest mf in hell. But I really like that it isn't really the case within the show. Certain denizens dont even know him and older overlords like Zestial seems to scare him and Carmilla just dgaf about him. Hell, Alastor's loss to Adam was a lil embarrassing ngl. Like. I know he's one of the oldest human souls and that's why he's powerful but... It's Adam.

Something about him that I noticed is that he seems to be more bark than bite. In particular in his duet with Lucifer, initially Lucifer had the upper hand because he's objectively more powerful, humiliating Alastor with his angel magic, but what Alastor used to his advantage was his words and charisma, as can be expected of a radio host. He's always taunting his enemies, but does it actually make him stronger than them? He "won" that duet with Vox but Valentino said Alastor only"almost beat" him when they had an actual fight. He ruffled Lucifer's feathers but at the end of the day Lucifer is still leagues more powerful than him. He talked big when he was fighting Adam but he almost died and had a breakdown over it.

He's really a lot less "cool" than I expected the show would have him be portrayed as. Kinda pathetic honestly, how he's so insecure and angry whenever he isn't the strongest guy in the room. And i actually really like that! He reminds me a lot of Rumplestilstkin from Once Upon a Time.

Something I kinda hesitate to say tho is... I dont want him redeemed. I dont want him to actually care about the hotel crew and change his ways. I like him as the fucked up man he is and really want to see how fucked up he can be, just so that if he ends up being the huge antagonist, his downfall would be all the more satisfying. Like yunno that moment when Light/Kira was finally defeated? I wanna feel that again.

Angel Dust

I love him! We found his dialogue a lil annoying at first in ep 1 but the writers did a lot better in ep 2. He's a neat guy. His character gives interesting implications for me as to what makes a person a sinner in this show. While you have people like Alastor who obviously ended up where they did because a cannibal murderer, I get the feeling Angel ended up in hell because he was abusing his own body, which is a sad thing to think. If I remember right from my own catholic upbringing, abusing the body is considered a sin because your body is a temple. To think that Angel could be in hell for poisoning himself, not for harming others, is just sad man. I look forward to seeing more of his journey.

I'm not touching on how his SA was tackled btw. While I'm a victim of sexual assault myself, what i experienced was far from what Angel does on a REGULAR basis,so I don't feel like i have any personal or professional right to say anything about it. Not every victim's case is universal anyways. All I can say is, his line about purposefully damaging himself so he could be broken enough to no longer be Valentino's "favorite toy" hit me harder than I ever expected this show to.

Husk

Confession: I... I dont feel all that attached to Husk at all, I am so sorry Husk stans 😭

Okok that feels so mean to say I'm so sorry. I actually hesitated to say anything because I dont want to hurt people's feelings. But since you guys are asking and I dont like not being genuine, I'm telling the truth.

A lot of my feelings about Husk is heavily affected by the fandom anyways to be perfectly fair. Why? Because a lot of criticisms against Vaggie is easily applicable to Husk, maybe even more so, and yet I dont see even the same level of hate towards him that Vaggie received because his chemistry with Angel is so much better than Chaggie... Apparently...

I just dont see Husk as a character outside of being a plot device for Angel's development yunno? I get it, he isn't a main character like the main 4 are(Charlie, Vaggie, Alastor, and Angel), i just find it hard to well and truly like him because of the fandom's double standards. When we found out someone was gonna die in the finale, my brother and I actually thought it was gonna be him because he doesn't have a big enough role to play in the plot to be a HUGE loss, but has a significant enough connection to a main character to have an EFFECT. He very much just felt like the love interest for Angel and nothing else. Which isnt necessarily a bad thing, but is frustrating when i see sooo many people label Vaggie as such(when she isnt!) and hate her SO MUCH for it.

I wanna see more of him tho I really do. Like the man used to be an overlord. He said he wanted to find someone who could relate to "the gruesome ways in which he's damaged" but what does that even mean? Yes i know about the castration but aside from that what suffering is Alastor putting him thru when all he has to do is be a bartender rn? There must be more and I wanna see it and finally feel for him.

Nifty

I love her a lot. That's it. The character ever. Her gremlin energy reminded me so much of Peridot, it's great. Kimiko Glenn did a fantastic job as the comic relief character and I hope she gets her own song next season. Her basically being everyone's little sister was kinda adorable even tho she's probably the scariest person in that hotel next to Alastor. I hope she gets to stab Valentino next. Just kill that MOTHerfucker

#asks #hazbin hotel

[lightofthemoonglow]

Inexperienced Smut Prompts

30.“It’s not scary at all. Let me show you.”

Billy Loomis

Notes: third person reader. Vague catholic themes. Billy may have a corruption kink. Weird attitudes about sex, possibly

Was supposed to post this yesterday but wound up going to Talk To Me instead. Kinda worth being thrown off but but really btw

The music is so loud downstairs that even up in the master bedroom, they can hear it. It’s to be expected. It’s graduation night, a night where they’re all allowed to run wild because they’re adults now. At least in theory. It’s the start of a new beginning, a time for change. This new start is why she was able to approach Billy Loomis after years of only watched him and asking if he wanted to go upstairs with her.

The good girl of their class had followed Billy up to the master bedroom, sat on the edge of the bed as he had locked the door. It was something no one would suspect, a plot twist that had blindsided both of them. Thanks to liquid courage, she had gotten up the guts to approach him and ask him to deflower her, an attempt to shed her good girl image before going off to college. She wasn’t popular, but people knew her. Everyone knew that she was from a family of Jesus freaks, that she did all sorts of church shit in her free time. And yet, here she was, asking the sort of boy her parents hated to usher her through that rite of passage.

Billy looks her over, all wide eyed innocence, gold cross dangling from her neck, with only her knees exposed in her Dorothy from the Wizard of Oz looking dress and he knows that he has to have her. Fuck her so good that she’ll never forget him, even if she tries. Ruin her, just a little.

“I’m a little scared. What if it…”

“Hey, hey…” Billy’s voice is barely above a whisper as he approaches, his eyes dark, almost hungry as he looks her over. “It’s not scary at all. Let me show you.” He knows what he’s doing, it’s why he was asked to take care of the situation.

His mouth is soft, his hands are not. She wonders how they got to be so rough when he’s one of the rich kids. He’s got his own cellular phone, for crying out loud. How can his palms be so rough against the soft flesh of her breasts, how his fingers create a friction when they tweak her nipple that doesn’t happen when she does it herself.

Billy looks at her naked body like it’s a meal to be savored when he finally gets rid of her underwear, tossing the garment aside like it’s cheap trash. She’s looking up at him, mouth parted, thighs open and he feels satisfied and he hasn’t even fucked her yet. He’s only had a couple of fingers in her at this point, and her moans had been the sweetest thing he’s heard in a long time. As he had fingered her, made her come, she had been mumbling something, a prayer. Maybe a plea for forgiveness to the fucked up God she believes in.

Billy slides in too eagerly, too quick. She gasps and scratches his shoulders, tensing up for a moment. “Relax,” he whispers in her ear, stroking her thigh as he begins to move. “I’m gonna take real good care of you.” She turns her head awkwardly so she can look him in the eyes and for some reason, she believes in him more than anything else.

#billy loomis x reader #ghostface x reader #slashers x reader #slasher x reader #slasher fic #billy loomis fanfiction

[kissditrio]

When DILFS collide.

PART 1.

3K WORDS

WARNING NSFW.

cw: Dirty talk, daddy kink?, mentions of “puppy” in sexual context (being called puppy), bondage, kinda sub Toji for a sec, desperation, mentions of bimbo, unprotected sex, begging.

First time writing here’s part 1 of full fic bc it got lots of love, tank u guys enjoy! 🦇

Miguel spent most of his time putting away anomalies. Most of them being villains spiderman or spidermen? Would commonly fight.

Doc Oc, Prowlers’ , even green goblins. Sometimes having to call for backup even if he really didn’t want to. Dragging them back to HQ and sending them home. It was somewhat easy, very tiring but nothing new.

But as he stared at the large man with a bulky frame maybe just a inch or two below him, he really thought he finally saw it all.

“You don’t belong here.” Miguel growled at the man.

Finally webbing his ankles together because, holy fuck could this guy move quick. He accepted his defeat. He gave a hearty chuckle and stuck out his lip towards Miguel.

“Not g’na take me to dinner now are ya?” He sneered. The scar on his lip turned upward into a crooked smile. Miguel scowled and opened a portal.

You had been working at the Spider HQ for just over 7 months. Miguel considered you one of the best amongst them. Not because you guys would fuck like catholic rabbits, but because you were an amazing spider. You were in Miguel’s “office” because you liked being in there, the control room everyone would walk in but his office was a little reserved and spacious so you could finally sit in silence. You shut your eyes as you leaned back into his wheeled chair with cushions so soft you wonder how Miguel hasn't been caught sleeping in here.

“HAHAHAHAAA-“ you jumped up.

Miguel’s office door swung open, and he was carrying an awfully large man who was laughing as if he was piss drunk.

“Spider society, you kids are really crazy about Halloween huh?” The man snorted.

Miguel dropped him down and made his way over to you and his desk.

“Move.” He tiredly demanded.

Understanding he’s just having a day you quietly move out of his way for him to sit and type away at his computer.

“Wow, kicking a lady out of her chair, no manners. Cant even be a fuckin’ man eh?” The man snapped out his laughing delirium.

You looked at this guy as he sat on the floor, he looked at you. Somewhat short hair that was black as could be, it stopped middle of his neck, on the taller side, tired eyes, and a noticeable scar on his lip. With a a devilishly mischievous smile.

“You want a fuckin’ photo or something?” He furrowed his brows, and spat on the floor.

You look away sheepishly and mutter an apology before walking back over to Miguel.

“Who’s he?” You ask sweetly.

“No fuckin’ manners, fuckin’ hell.” The man hisses.

“M’ right fuckin’ here ya know?” He grumbles.

“You’re worse than that ‘merc with a mouth’ please shut up.” Miguel sighs. The man rolls his eyes at him, and halts while doing so. You and Miguel could both see a lightbulb form in his head.

“My god is so sensitive tough guy.” He chuffed. He smiled and looked around “mm I wonder if it’s just as easy to make you yell as it is for me to get under your skin. Or maybe under the sui-“

Miguel webs his mouth shut, and sighs heavily. Rolling his shoulders as he rubbed his face.

“I don’t know.” He frowned. “Found him, got another problem to add into to the list of the multiverse almost-“

“Almost collapsing I know.” You rub his tense frame.

“Take a breather Miggie, you’re not going through a storm with a cloud overhead.” He sighed and pressed a kiss to your forehead.

“Ay, I know.” He rolls his eyes and moves slowly towards the door.

“I’m gonna go ask a few spiders for their opinion, and about where he’s from. Watch him and do not let him go.” He warns a finger at you.

You nodded enthusiastically and even did a silly little “attention” posture. Making him smile, oh how you loved his tired smile. He shut the door. You walked over to the man again and leaned down.

“Here sorry about him shushing you, but I’ll get this off since I know it’s probably really uncomfortable.” You say with a smile. You avoid making direct eye contact not to be rude but because fuck. He’s really hot.

You peel off Miguel’s web carefully so as to not add another scar on his face.

“There we go.” You smile hard under your mask.

“My name is y/n.” You gave a small wave.

The man looked at you for a bit.

“Toji.”

“Toji?”

“That would be it, yes.” He gruffed.

“Nice to meet you To-“

“Could you make it less obvious about you fucking your baby daddy tho? Fuckin’ A’ practically garglin’ his balls infront of my fuckin’ face.” He spat.

Your heart thumped really loud at the vulgar words.

“I- we- I just-“

“aht aht, don’t get all shy now, miss spider." he smiled as he tried to reach towards you but ah, his hands also tied.

Mmmm. He sighed.

“Wanna let me out of these baby? I promise I’ll behave.” He gave a fake doe eye look.

“No, Spider-2099-“

“Miguel?” He scoffs.

You swallowed.

“Yes Miguel, said I can’t let you go because-“

“Is he your daddy or something?” He chuckles. Your face is so hot had you not been wearing your mask he would’ve laughed harder.

You turned around and stomped towards Miguel’s chair and sat. Angrily turning it around.

“Aww puppy don’t be so mean. I’m just having as much fun as a tied up man can.” He whined.

You ignored. He gave a heavy ass sigh and rolled his eyes.

“Some shit daddy you got, if I was fucking you, you wouldn’t be this goddamn shy bout sex. I’d have you trained.” He smiled, eyeing you for a reaction.

You turned the chair back around and squinted your eyes. Which he could see.

“I’m not your little fuck toy, Toji.” You spoke through gritted teeth. God forbid you bit down any harder they would’ve cracked.

“Mmm baby don’t say that, g’na hurt my feelings. G’na make me cry, wanna make me cry?” He faux whines.

“YES!” You shouted.

Wow both you and Miguel have such a short fuse. Maybe that’s why you guys work. Here he thought you’d be a sweetheart. Well you were but he likes bringing out the worst in people.

He’s got you right where he wants you. He laughs at you.

“You gonna come and shut me up? Web my mouth closed?” He starts smiling with teeth.

“I just might if you don’t shut the fuck up.” You started to huff.

“Such a naughty little thing, bratty too.” He groaned and stifled out a moan. You were marching towards him each step heavier and angrier than the last.

“If you even think-“ you pointed a finger before you looked down. He was sitting so you could see him squirming but you also saw… a bulge. It was big. And painfully obvious. Now you shouldn’t be so thrown off right now, you’re trying to set a point.

“Mmm have I finally got your attention like you do mine?” He asks. You open your mouth and can’t seem to form a sentence or stop staring at it. It was throbbing in his loosely fitting pants. And you could see every bit of it.

“My god so fucking cock hungry eh?” He smiles. “Never seen a real cock before mmm?” He scoots closer to you. Your eyes stay trained on it, why can’t you look away?? It’s not like you’re new, you’ve seen Miguel’s and he was more than enough. So why are you aroused?? You suck in your bottom lip and grab a breath as Toji leans his face closer to you.

Toji smiles up at you, and lays his head against your thigh while you stand.

“Cmonnn baby.” He plants a kiss on the inner part of your thigh.

“Untie me. I gotta fuck you. You see how badly I want to no? I can’t fake that.” He moans into your suit.

You tap your foot and chew your lip anxiously. You look at the wall clock then at the room's door.

“Just… one little.” You hold up a finger.

“Mhm yeah- fuck just one little quickie puppy. You can tie me back up after.” he’s kissing your clothed thigh. You curse yourself. You should not be this aroused, let alone be giving into fucking. However you and Miguel hadn’t done it in a while because you’re both so busy, and too tired when you really do want too, sooooo you swallow your pride; sigh and remove the strings attaching his hands and ankles together.

“O-okay” you said shakely. “Now listen I can still we-“

He grabs you by your wrists and slams you into the desk, moaning into your neck and rubbing his clothed erection against your cunt.

Holy fuck he’s quick. You yelp a bit before he wraps a hand around your neck, you try pushing him off, which he just takes this time to tear your mask off.

Oh that’s a no no.

You’re already fucking a villian and you let him see you? Fuck Miguel is gonna be so upset.

“Such a pretty face.” Staring at you with hungry eyes.

“Take this fuckin suit off fa’ me.” He moans into your ear. He steps back giving you the room, you obediently push yourself up and reach for the smaller lining in the back, peeling your suit off. Toji eyed your every move your body made, groaning softly when your boobs spilled out in your tight ass laced bra, your hips too. But your fuckin waist oh he could grip it and fuck you day in and out. Now only standing in your undergarments he smiled wide.

“Fuck me.” He stared at you making you shy, face heated. He was palming himself while eye fucking you like you weren’t standing in front of him, truly a shameless man. He walked over to the other side of the desk and sat in the chair and tapped his hand against the desk for you to sit as well.

“We have to hurry.” you whisper afraid of someone hearing you.

“Hmmm” he paused before your clothed cunt. He spread your legs, eyeing your pussy through the black fabric that was covering it. Leaning in and taking a deep inhale.

Fucking pervert.

You moaned softly which made the hair on his neck stand up, he rolled his eyes into the back of his head before putting his mouth over your whole heat, my god he made you feel little. He moaned against your panties and flicked his tongue around, inhaling and exhaling just as deep as he touched himself. He pulls back and uses one finger to peel your panties off.

“Wow.” He gives a wolf smile. Staring drunk at your bare cunt. You go to shut your legs in embarrassment, which makes him smack the fat of your thigh and pry them back open.

He gets close again, sticking his tongue out before licking one stride down from your clit to your slit, making you choke out a moan.

“Hurry up!” You demand.

He keeps his tongue barely moving over the sensitive bundle of nerves. He scowls at you.

God dammit I can’t believe myself.

“F-fuck, please mister, please touch me.” You whimper out. He smiles and obliges. He rolls out the fatter bit of his tongue against your clit moaning every so often to keep it stimulated, one of his fingers goes towards your hole slipping in pretty easily as embarrassing as you care to admit. He rolls his tongue over the nerve over and over again, not letting up, causing a stream of gentle moans to come out of you, you tangle your fingers in the raven-hair and roll your hips. He dug his other hand into the fat of your hips and pumped up to two fingers. He begins sucking on your clit violently and you begin to squirm. You thrash around a bit moaning louder than you imagined.

“Fuck fuck fuck!!” You gasped out, rolling your hips more, feeling this little knot feeling build in your tummy. You pressed your pussy impossibly closer to his face which he indulged. Moaning as he pumped his fingers in and out and he began to curl them up towards that little soft spot of yours.

It made your toes curl, and you formed an “o” shape with your mouth as your legs began to shake. Your orgasm was literally gonna crash into you.

“I’m gonna- oh fuck- I’m gonna cum Toji.” You whined eagerly.

“Ple-please lemme cum on your tongue Toji, I wanna make a mess.” You babbled, brain already fogging which made him laugh, he stopped sucking and slapped your pussy ramming his fingers in and out of you, before sucking on the bud again. He moaned cheekyly, encouraging you to go over the edge. The knot finally snapped, making you almost scream and your thighs clamp around his head and legs shook into a halt. You laid there in ecstasy. Sighing trying to pull yourself together.

Toji flipped you onto your stomach and pulled your bra off, going back to attack your clit. You squirmed and tried pushing him off which clearly upset him since he landed a hard slap on your ass.

“I didn’t fuckin’ say to move you little bimbo, keep the fuck still or I won’t fuck ya.” He warned through his teeth. He licked at your puffy pussy again before bringing his cock out, giving it long strokes throwing his head back. You whined.

You peeked behind you. It was definitely big, between him and Miguel you weren’t sure but his balls looked so heavy. So full. It made you clench around nothing.

He moaned and pushed his tip at your entrance. Collecting your juices on his cock as he pumped himself slowly groaning with each pump. You whine and bucked your hips back as you try to turn around fully. He smacks the other cheek just as hard, and holds your neck down forcing you to look forward. He leans down once more.

“Keep. Still.” And he meant it.

“Please Toji please.” You begged. He smacks you again making you shed a tear.

He smacks his cock against your soaking entrance thrusting between your folds and moaning against the shell of your ear.

“Toji?” He questions like the name was alien to him.

You say something so barely above a whisper he moves his hand from the back of your neck to you jaw clenching it tightly.

“Say it again.” He growls.

You sniffle, “daddy-“

Toji smiles.

“Such a good lil bimbo fa’ me, fuck.” He pushes his tip at your entrance again, letting it slip in a bit and you squeeze around it. You’re suffocating him, he inhales sharply. You’d taken Miguel plenty of times but usually you were a lot more prepared, Miguel took his time with you, and worshiped you. Toji just made you slick enough so his dick wouldn’t burn sliding in. And you fucking loved it. To be used like you meant nothing, just a cock sleeve, it made you whine more.

He pushed his tip further in earning a sharp moan from you. He continues pushing and stretching his way rudely into you. Taking off his shirt as he finally bottoms out, you let out a slutty cry.

“Fa-fyuck yes. Oh my god.” You drooled.

Toji threw his head back and laughed.

“Oh fuck you’re a trip puppy, g’na make sure I pump this pussy full before I leave yeah?” In which you nodded. By now you had adjusted to his size so Toji got to moving. He started off a bit slow, but as you gripped into the desk he pushed your legs further apart and bullied his cock into you.

“Ffffuckin’ hell.” He rasped into your ear, pressing his chest down against your back. You arch a bit trying to get as much of him as you can swallow into your little cunt.

“Fuck yes!” Your eyes rolled. “Oh my gosh mister please keep going keep touching me, fuck use me, use me Toji!” You babbled desperately. He hooked onto your hip dips and rammed into you like a man starved of physical touch.

“FUCK!” He shouted, he wrapped his hand around the front of your neck this time and began squeezing. Depriving you of air every few seconds which just added to the light headed feeling you were already experiencing.

“Mmm fuck how does daddy’s cock feel, better than that brooding ass fuck Miguel.” He taunts.

“Dun say that.” You moan.

“Mmm you’re drenching my cock and practicing tryna fuck onto me puppy. Clearly he ain’t fuckin’ you right, but don’t worry.” Smacking your ass several times until they stung.

“Daddy’s home.” He drills into you and you feel that knot coming back, one orgasm pulled from you yet you felt so overstimulated, this was so new and so good. It was so exciting. You clamped around Toji desperately like some bitch in heat.

“Fuck mister m’gunna.” You whined.

“Yeah?” He taunted. He pulled out and flipped you onto your back again just to slide in as easily and hammer into you, either knee over his shoulder.

“FUCKKK!” The both of you shouted in union. He was angling you to where he’d hammer into you g-spot and brush your cervix with a soft kiss each time. Too much.

“M’ cummin Toji oh my gosh I’m gonna cum I can’t anymore.” You cried, chanting his name like a ritual was happening.

“Go on puppy, cum, make a fuckin mess on my cock yeah?” He slapped you and leaned to moan against your ear. You dug your nails down his back making his cock twitch inside of you.

“Oh fuck..” you both moaned staring into each others eyes.

“Fuck- make a mess of me daddy p-please- make-.”

“WHAT THE FUCK?!”

You halted.

And turned.

Miguel…

To be continued?….

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[littlewriterfullofwords]

Merry Christmas

Parring: Dr. Spencer Reid x gn!reader

Summary: You throw some Christmas party at your house where you show the BAU team your traditiona

Warnings: fluff

A/N: Hi! So, I'm currently in the 2nd season of CM, so there aren't more characters or anything, I'm new to the series, kinda, so please forgive. Second, the traditions in the ff are my country's traditions. Feel free to share yours in the comments!

"Merry Christmas!" Penelope opened her arms to hug you at the doorframe, big smile decorating her beautiful face. "Thank you for the invitation, sweetheart."

"I'm glad you came." You moved a bit to the side to let your coworker come in. "Make yourself at home, Pen."

"Sure will do." She winked at you and started to walk around your house, from time to time she was making nice comments about the decor.

The next person to come was Spencer. In a red sweater, Mr. "I know it all" greeted you with little, and cute, hand waving, his iconic move.

And after him, the others came in, in the order: Jason, Emily with JJ, Aaron and Derek.

"Your Christmas is a lot different than ours." Started Emily when you put another fish on the table.

"Yeah. Only 12 dishes? You have to try everything? That's insane." Murmured Derek with a glass of dried-fruit juice. "Where did you all get that from?"

"The Bible." Before you could answer, Spencer was faster. "You know, according to the Bible, there were 12 apostles so Catholic countries put 12 dishes on the Christmas table. They also leave an empty seat for an unannounced guest or, more spiritual, for those that had died."

"Yeah." You nodded with a smile. "That's right. Just the tradition, nothing more."

"Tradition is good." Whispered Gideon. "Tells a lot about the person."

"Once again, thank you for having us." Hotchner interrupted the info dump. "It might be a new experience for us, but that's life, right? We learning."

"Oh, stop. You making my angel blush!" Garcia petted your back in a soothing manner but with a smile on her face.

You were glad they came. Hey, they were family and Christmas is family time. You needed them now due to your family being all dead.

After dinner, came the present time! Everyone gathered in the living room and Derek, with a red Santa's hat, started to dispense the presents. Of course, he had to add something funny before giving it to the final owner, which has been making everyone laugh.

The atmosphere was amazing. It felt family-like and you didn't want it to go away any moment soon.

"It's party time!" Said Morgan, and with Emily by his side, they opened champagne and other alcoholic drinks they had brought.

Immediately , it reminded you of New Year Eve and the party your friends had always thrown. There was always lots of alcohol, music, dancing and many more.

"Let's go!" JJ grabbed your wrist and pulled into the dancing circle, you had no other choice but to join them, and you did.

Saying you weren't having the best time of your life would be a lie. You were so happy with those people, you were ready to call the your fucking family, and in your head you were. You loved each of them in your own way, and you hoped they noticed that. Well, they were profilers, they sure did.

The clock on the wall was showing 3:15am, with its quiet ticking interrupting the quiet carols. You turned off the tap in the kitchen and dried your hands. Everyone was asleep, either on the couch, armchairs or floor while you had been washing the dishes and cleaning after the party.

As quiet as possible, you came back to the living room with blankets and covered everyone with one, you didn't want them to catch a cold.

"Happy Christmas." You whispered with a shy smile before you started walking to the stairs.

"Happy Christmas, Y/N." The quiet voice of Reid's made you stop in the half way and smile again before you looked his way.

"I thought you were sleeping. Sorry if I woke you up."

"You didn't, don't worry." He shook his head with his innocent smile you liked so much.

"Would you like to join me for a movie?" You hesitated some time before asking that, it was your little secret.

"Sure." Spencer lifted himself from the armchair and came up to you, then followed you upstairs.

You had this thing, you needed to watch your favourite movie after Christmas Eve to fall asleep. It was hard to explain why only this time of year but you didn't complain. You loved the movie, so it was a pleasure.

"If you don't mind, we will watch 'The Nightmare before Christmas'." You said when you finally reached your room and turned on the TV.

"Whatever you want. I'm fine with that." Spencer sat next to you, on the floor by the bed and placed his head on his knees. "Did you know that Tim Burton only produced the movie, not directed it?"

"I read it somewhere. But thank you for reminding me that." A little smile appeared on your lips before you clicked 'play' and the movie began.

Only a few minutes of the movie passed and in the corner of your eye you saw Spencer rock back and forth.

"You know you can say that, right?" You whispered with your head turned his way and a smile. "That's okay. Go on."

"Did you know that Danny Elfman only voices Jack's singing, not his spoken voice?" With your permission, Reid lets out his kept breath, what made you chuckle, and he started to talk. "He also voices two other characters, Barrel and the Clown."

"Really? That's so amazing." You whispered. "It's good to have you by my side."

"Oh, that's... nothing big." Spencer scratched the back of his head in a shy manner.

You moved on with the movie, with Reid giving you some fun facts about it. And even though you knew all that, you'd been a fan since day one, you've been listening carefully like if you didn't know them. You loved listening to Spencer, you loved his knowledge and how passionately he was sharing it. You loved... Spencer. You liked it or not, you were in love with him and his knowledge.

Unluckily, the movie ended, so did your time with Reid.

"Thank you for your company." You said and turned the TV off. "And thank you for coming...to the party. I had the best time."

"We should be thankful." Chuckled Spencer. "You taught us a lot. We now understand more."

"Don't tell me you don't profile each other on a daily basis?" You joked.

"We do....At least I do. Especially Hotch." Reid looked at the open door as if Aaron was about to come in. "He's the easiest to read."

"True." You both laughed but immediately hushed it because you remembered about sleepyheads downstairs. "Especially his mood."

Your coworker smiled and nodded his head as an agreement.

You both were going along very well, even too well sometimes, from Emily's point of view (good meaning). She really often has been telling you, that you and Spenc were acting like siblings.

"If you want, you can stay here." You offered when Reid started to get up from the ground, you didn't think what were you saying.

"I-...A-... I'll go downstairs. I have my stuff there." He looked hesitant and a bit embarrassed, especially his eyes were hesitant.

"Sure." You nodded and watched him leave the room. "Spenc."

Seconds after him leaving, you called after him and ran up to him.

"Yeah?" Asked Reid with confusion.

"Merry Christmas." Shy kiss was planted on Spencer's cheek before you turned around and disappeared behind the door to your room.

"Me-....merry Christmas." Whispered the man while touching the place your lips touched.

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[fazgoo-connoiseur-1987]

do you. have headcanons on bill’s whole god-henry thing.

Okay okay okay

The whole idea comes from that one line in the Silver Eyes (you know the one) but I do really really like how it interesects with Henry's role in the plot and themes

Henry does make life, and William is deeply in awe and jealous of this ability.

Up until the 70s it was just a regular type of envy/repect- if particularly pronounced. Bill does a lot of the coding for the animatronics and he chose coding because it's the area Henry is weakest in and he wanted to feel better than him. But obviously Henry physically creates the structure of the robots- Bill thinks this is really impressive.

Then the Springlock accident happens around 77'. I've talked about this extensively before but, basically, Henry had to pry the suit off of Bill and Bill got really weird about it- particuarly he felt like one of Henry's machines.

So Bill makes this subconcious connection between his own being and the animatronics Henry creates and he filters this through his rasied-Catholic-brain and comes to the conclusion that Henry is literal actual God from the Bible.

Now Bill's relationship with religion is complicated as a baseline and you mix in his waring feelings about Henry and it gets weirder.

God is real and I love him but he does not love me back.

This makes the worship/resentment ping-ponging he does more extreme. This also worsens over time as he spends more time away from Henry. He turns into a memory in Bill's brain and gets boiled down to these extremes as the memory distorts.

When he sees him again in 2023 in Faz-Frights these muddled, violent feelings manifest in wanting to kill him- as they do for Bill.

Henry guarding him in the afterlife doesn't really resolve this issue at all it kinda makes it worse- Henry finally being the one to actually kill him didn't help either.

So yeah he spends literally all eternity still being really fucking weird about his buisness partner.

#i love them theyre so fucked up #fnaf #five nights at freddy's #william afton #henry emily #yelling about the bear #helium #willry

[copias-sewer-rat]

IN HIS IMAGE [SECONDO x f!reader] CHAPTER III

While you are in search of a new book to read, Secondo will continue to test the reach of the lust ritual.

Apologies for how short this chapter is. This is the middle chapter and it will be conecting to the next one and the subsequent finale. Nonetheless, I hope you enjoy it!

tw/tags: smut. +18 warning, established relationship, spicy literature, semipublic sex (kinda?), thigh fucking, teasing, p in v, brief mention of cunnilingus, catholic defiance (very brief), pillow fucking, m/f relationship. 2.7K words

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The library is empty, not many people visit it so early in the morning, but you needed to get a new book. You are looking for something very specific and it is taking a while to find it. You have checked every bookshelf, even asking the librarian for its location, but it seems impossible to find its whereabouts.

You are about to give up when you suddenly see a very worn out spine with the title almost faded. Curiously, you get close and grab it with care. The title read ‘Ms. Finley’s big adventure’. That was it! You almost laugh out loud when you read the title. It seems to be taken out from a child’s book, but of course, it isn’t. Lately, you have been leaning towards the more spicy tomes of your own bookshelf, and you have devoured them all in a few weeks. The romantic plot mixed with the nasty descriptions of sex made you swoon every time. Secondo himself doesn’t understand what lures you to them, but he gets extremely happy when you get to a particularly horny scene and need to jump to his bones to quiet the ache.

There is no much time left until the library gets a bit more lively, but you do want to start the book immediately, so finding your favorite spot in the library, a tiny desk on the corner with just enough light to read, you settle to read the first chapters of the book:

‘The night was fast approaching and Ms. Lena Finley needed to find a place to rest. She had escaped just in time from the grasp of his lover, the priest of Fallengrace, father Lucius Viper. But for how long could she avoid him? In the distance, a small tavern welcomed her with smoke coming out from its chimney and a warm light emanating from the windows. Just in time, a storm was approaching. She hasted her horse and in a few more minutes they arrived to their destination. The place looked welcoming enough, but what she needed the most was a good bed and a nice sleep. The bed was comfortable, a bit softer than she liked, but good nonetheless. She covered herself with the sheets when it suddenly started to rain. The gentle sounds of the drops against the window made her more sleepy than she was and soon she was drifting into slumber.

Memories of her forbidden love appeared in front of her, his warm body, his beautiful auburn hair, his two radiant green orbs that shone even brighter when he saw her. And oh… his member… how his enormous member ached when he entered her. He made her feel so good, so loved. But their love was forbidden. She could never forgive herself if she became the cause of his demise. She could not bare either being so agonizingly close to him and not being able to be with him. That’s why she ran, that’s why she was hiding from everything.

She had made it far in the couple of days she had been gone. Lena would find a place to work, a place to start over, but of course, she was sad. She loved Lucius with all her heart and her tears started to fall when she thought sleep was near. Her sobs echoed through the silent room, until it wasn’t silent anymore. Some quick paced steps approached the room, then silence. Lena was scared, maybe they had found her, maybe it was all over. A couple of knocks suddenly broke the silence.

“Lena, it is me… please I know you are there… please…” It was Lucius! He had found her, how?

With caution, she got out of bed and stood in front of the door. Her breath was heavy and her silky nightgown was doing nothing to protect her from the cold. Slowly, she opened the door to find a drenched Lucius standing right in front of her. His hair wet, his eyes sad and with dark bags under them, but once he saw her, a small light flickered on them, as if life had returned to him.

“My love…” Lucius launched forward, hugging Lena as she was made of smoke. “Please, don’t go, don’t leave me. My soul aches for you, I am lost if you are not beside me…”

“Lucius… but your position, your responsibilities. I could never be the reason for your demise, my love.” Lena whispered against his neck, hugging him back. The water dripping from his clothes sticking to her nightgown, but the familiar heat emanating from him felt so welcome to her chilling soul.

“I don’t care, I only want you. Fuck the church, fuck them all from trying to make you go away. I will never forgive them.”

“Dear, please, don’t say that. I know how important it is to you, I know how much you love God.” Lucius hugged her even tighter.

“No, not as much as I love you, never as much as I love you…”

They kissed then, slow, deep, all the emotions unspoken poured into the embrace. Lucius grabbed Lena’s back and went upward until he found her neck and then her cheeks, deepening the kiss. He moved slightly forward, not breaking the contact as he closed the door with his foot. She understood then, she felt the same, they both needed each other, right there and then.’

It has been only twenty minutes since you have started reading the book and it was already getting to the good stuff. Suddenly, your phone buzzes. A message from Secondo:

‘Tesoro, have you found what you were looking for?’

‘I have, I am reading a bit in the library.’

‘Oh, I figured. Can you stay there a bit longer? I am going to be busy.’

‘Yeah, sure. Do you need anything?’

‘Not really, well… just don’t make much noise, you know the librarian gets when she hears unwanted noises.’

‘Caro, what’s that supposed to mean?’

‘Niente, just teasing, I know how you get when you read those books my dear…’

You blush, trying to come with a witty comeback but Secondo seems to have disconnected from the chat, leaving with the last word. He is acting weird for sure, planning something. Nothing you can do for now but continue reading.

‘Lucius drowned her breath with his passion, trying to consume her like the forbidden fruit everyone said she was. It didn’t matter to him, he was going to sin, he was going to become the worst sinner if that meant that they could be together forever. He sat her gently on the bed and took a good look. Her hair looked so soft and so did her skin, the droplets of rain that had drenched him had transferred to her, falling through her arms and between her breasts. The outfit she was wearing was also wet, sticking to her skin, hugging her curves. She was the most beautiful creature he had ever laid his eyes upon.

Lena laid on top of the bed, extending her arms over her head, he gown rising over her knees and reaching her covered core. Lucius stood standing, right in front of her, looking at her with a hungry gaze, thinking of all the things he wanted to do to her. Them. he knelt down, like he always did, ready to pray, ready to pull his whole devotion into the one he loved the most. Delicately, he grabbed the elastic of Lena’s panties and pulled down, Lena herself raising her hips to allow for a better access. Once off, Lucius got close, inhaling the sweet scent that emanated from her. She was so ready, so wet, so fucking perfect. His nose brushed her core, his breath hitting her like a cold breeze in the summer heat. Then, his mouth enveloped her entire cunt, sucking and licking, he was desperate for her nectar. His tongue swept up and down, sometimes circling her clit-’

A jolt of pleasure kicks you suddenly. You know you are wet, you know you are horny. That is no excuse however to feel a dick brushing your folds. It cannot be. You look down and gasp, a glistening blue dick is just sliding through your cunt. That motherfucker. How was Secondo doing that? Did the lust ritual had more reach than you thought? It was all so new and unknown, you hadn’t found any accounts from people that had attempted the ritual before so it was all a shot in the dark. It had served you well before, but this? This was completely unexpected, not unwelcome, just surprising.

You see Secondo’s dick fully erect, glistening with precum, thrusting slightly and making you moan at the contact. You don’t know what he is fucking, but the position is making you want more, then you remember where you are. You are in public, any minute now someone would be getting close to you, looking for a book. You had to flee. Standing up you see your predicament, the floating shiny member of your lover was still there, continuing its lustful motion. You were trapped, everybody would see so you have to take this as quietly as you can, there would be time for revenge later.

Secondo lays on top of your shared bed, completely naked, smirking like the devil that he is and fucking a pillow. He is imagining you, seated on a chair of the library, he knows exactly where, he knows how much you like that seat so he can picture you so clearly. He closes his eyes and your image is so real, you are hunched over, the book in your hands, your eyes wide shut and your breath quick and ragged. His thrusts continue, the pillow feels like your cunt, your folds, wet and hot. He is not going to enter you today, he knows you could not take that much without moaning his name, so he is going to fuck your cunt.

You know what he wants, you are coating him entirely, but the fact that he is not entering you is driving you nuts. His tip is hitting your entrance and the length of his cock brushing your clit… You close your eyes and try to focus on how the fuck not to moan as loud as you want. Involuntarily, you close your thighs, clenching them around Secondo’s length and you can feel him twitching, the contact surely made him gasp. The image of his naked body fills you then, his elbows on the mattress, his knees too, he has fallen over from the unexpected contact of your thighs.

‘Cazzo!’ You can hear on the back of your mind.

‘Two can play at this game, my dear… You underestimate me.’ You think and the rumbles of a low chuckle bless your ears. You are not talking to each other, it is impossible, but the ideas, you minds, they are connected somehow. What the fuck was that ritual?

‘I could never, you are too much of a needy slut for me to underestimate you’ The thought hits you and you blush deeply ‘Now be good and let me fuck you a bit, sì? And be quiet, we don’t want t get you in trouble, do we?’

‘When I get you-ah!- my revenge is going to be slow and painful, I promise…fuck!’ You think, hoping it reaches Secondo, his movements starting again, giving some needed attention to your clit.

‘I wouldn’t want it any other way, tesoro mio… I really want you to pour all your frustration into me, you know I can take it… as-I-know-you-can-take-mine.’ The last words of the sentence marked with a heavy thrust each, which makes you clench the table in front of you, turning you knuckles white.

The glistening ghostly cock in between your thighs quickens the pace and you hear the wet sounds of your drenched cunt letting the member in and out of your folds and thighs. You want to moan, you want to whimper and you want to fucking scream Secondo’s name. Without being able to avoid it, and after a particularly rough thrust, the book you are holding falls from your hands onto the floor. The sound of a woman hushing makes you turn white, you were so lost in the pleasure and focusing about not letting out any sounds that you had neglected the book. You open your eyes widely at the sound, checking your surroundings with a panicked expression but there is no one around. The librarian must still be at her spot, but any more sounds and she could come check in any moment, you need to be more careful.

Slowly you rise from your chair, both of your fists gripping the wooden table. The always familiar tightening of your abdomen starts to make itself present. Grabbing with force, you arch your back and open your legs, if you wanted to get out of there, better to finish this fast. In your mind you hear a displeased groan, so you close your legs again, enveloping the ghostly cock.

‘Good girl…’ You hear, biting your lip to not let out any of the sounds you want to do. This is one of the most frustrating things Secondo has made you do, and he is going to pay it tenfold… but it feels so fucking good to have him like this, your little secret, he fucking you so good and you having to keep quiet… so sinful.

There is nothing you can do but close your eyes to fully concentrate on being quiet, Secondo laughs and you want to kick his ass, but maybe when he is finished fucking you. The brushing of your clit feels surreal, tingly and swollen into heavenly bliss. You want to come so bad, but when you instantly think about it, Secondo quiets you.

‘My dear, I do need to fuck you today. I need to feel you around me. Could you be quiet while I fuck that pretty pussy of yours, mhm? Will you be a good girl for your Papa?’ You want to fucking kill him, but you also want him to fuck you into an orgasmic puddle of lust.

‘Okay… Caro, please be quick, I am so close already.’

‘I know, tesoro mio, I can feel it, your tightness, your aching core is calling me… somehow. And I want nothing more than to get lost inside of you.’

‘What do you want me to do?’

‘Stay there, but part your legs once more, I will take you from the back.’ You nod and comply.

Your forearms now rest on top of the desk, your fists clenched and hurting from the force you are doing. Secondo stands up from his place on the bed, and grabs your invisible hips, aligning himself once again with your entrance. Without warning he slides in with such ease you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding.

In and out, the rhythmic motions set by Secondo’s heavy thrusts swing your body forward, the table moving slightly, creaking under your force. At this point you do not care about the noise, even if it would mortify you if anyone found out about what was going on, but the lust was clouding your common sense, you just want to come.

‘Faster, please…’ You plead and without a word Secondo sets his motions even faster, your core already on fire, the blissful release wanting to get out.

‘Come for me, tesoro mio…’ and on cue, you do. Your walls clenching around his pulsating dick, your orgasm hitting like a tsunami. You put your lips together, a scream just at the back of your throat. Secondo continues his motions and with a couple more thrusts he is coming too. His seed feels hot and heavy, making you hum in pleasure, but there is nothing there as you glance down. He must have ruined a perfectly good pillow.

Trying to think of something for Secondo to hear doesn’t work anymore, you cannot hear him. The glowing dick in between your core faintly disappearing after he let out his release, it is the proof you need that this connection only works while the occurrence of the act of lust itself.

You are left there, siting and exhausted from the bliss of your orgasm. You know for sure Secondo is laughing, waiting for you to come back to tease you to no end. Well, we will see who teases who, after all, revenge is the sweetest treat.

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Italian translations:

Niente: nothing

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[catholic-character-tournament]

Round 1 - Side B

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Matt

Matt's faith in the show is really important and well explored; one of the first scenes of the show is Matt going to confession (or, well, talking to his priest since he's not really confessing at that point). Matt struggles a lot with what he's supposed to do; everyone's telling him to kill the villain and he kinda wants to, but he literally says: "I know my soul is damned if I take his life". He struggles with his faith and goes with his doubts to his priest, and it's beautiful—also when he finally gets a costume for his vigilanteing he chooses to dress as the devil, lol. (His priest tells him that nothing makes people run to Church faster than the feeling of having the devil on their heels.)

a lot of the show is about how he justifies his vigilante actions with his faith, and whether he's doing the right thing in trying to help people or just using it as an outlet for his anger. the literal first scene of the show has him in a confession booth talking to his priest (who is a really interesting character too). this is not the scene I was talking about but it's such an excellent scene with matt talking to his priest: https://youtu.be/XHZ3NbEIDdw

canonically catholic but dresses like a demon to be quirky

honestly i dont wanna type too much but i feel that matt is a great example of someone who battles with his faith because he rarely loses his faith but rather fights with why he was made the way he was and put through what he was. He believes himself to have the devil inside him but believes that God put him there

ok in the comics barring the most current run matt has Mostly been a non-practicing Catholic that very rarely actually does any catholic Activities but ends up falling back into the Mindset and very occasionally dramatically taking confession (ex. in that one issue where he takes confession, basically tells the father that he is uniquely terrible and is thinking about violently murdering someone and when the father says "you can be forgiven" hes like "AUGFH-- NO!!!!!!!!!!" and runs out) when he's gone through some shit. and i love that its so relatable

hello its me cct organizer. i have to come clean, i made this tournament because i need matt to win something. i dont think hell win the sadboy and he lost the ginger tournament and >:( hes my favoritest guy ever. Also @ who said he has religious trauma is wrong and i will fight u about it (nicely) on my main @usaigi

This guy so catholic he spends an ungodly amount of time just chilling in the church. And goes there whenever there is a moral conundrum about killing people being Bad even though it would solve a lot of problems and stop said people from killing other people. This happens every other episode. Matt is the Catholic Guilt Guy. There's actually a lot of catholic stuff in the show as a whole. Just a compilation would be like three whole episodes long.

Hes great hes catholic enough to not outrught murder people but not catholic enough to not fuck before marriage hes a bisexual disaster at all times hes besties with a priest might i add hes great hes my special little guy

his catholicism is a huge piece of his characterisation he was raised by nuns in a catholic orphanage, the first scene we ever see him (as an adult and not a flashback) is him going to confession, he is good friend with his priest and has regular debates with him, etc also in s3 he has a huge crisis of faith after he lost A Lot where he stops believing for a while and it's linked to his identity crisis where he actually wants to kill another person (a hard line he previously chose never to cross) and wants to be only daredevil and not matt murdock, when he is both and needs both to exist also when he was a kid his grandmother used to say "watch out for the murdock boys, they've got the devil in them" and it created a surprising lot of his issues

So he's both catholic in the comics and the show but he's More Catholic in the show. Like, raised in a catholic orphanage by nuns (ONE OF WHICH IS HIS *MOTHER*), second scene in the show has him in a confession box kind. Matt Murdock goes out and gets the shit beaten out of him nightly and also beats the shit out of other people and purposefully leaned into devil iconography as his theme. When his nurse friend says, he takes a lot of punishment without one complaint he says "That part's the Catholicism." It is a Core Aspect of his character (at least in the show). He makes me insane. Also the same chemicals that blinded him created the teenage mutant ninja turtles and everyone should know that.

They went to confession to a priest who they had saved as their costumed counterpart and the guy recognized them by the voice, proving that it's possible and everyone else is just dumb

he takes "i wanna fight god" to new and incredibly violent levels, while also being a sweetheart and a goofball

Actually strictly WILL NOT kill criminals. Goes wayyy out of his way to avoid it. Fights with the Punisher about it. Goes to confession booth after nightly vigilante excursions. Feels so much guilt. "How have you been holding up?" "Like a good Caltholic boy" "that bad huh" - actual conversation with his priest

So Daredevil struggles with his mission as a crime fighter because killing criminals goes against his faith. He makes it a point to not kill criminals, believing that even bad people deserve a second chance. This philosophy puts him at odds against The Punisher, who is a relentless killer. As a Catholic myself, while I love the concept of a morally conflicted superhero, I think the worldbuilding around Daredevil is lacking. If he struggles with violence and killing, why doesn't he pray to warrior saints like Saint Michael, Saint Ignatius of Loyola (a former knight), or Saint Joan of Arc? Why isn't there a community of other Catholics he can turn to for guidance, considering New York City has a sizeable population of Catholics? And why are the churches he goes to always empty? Doesn't he know that the Catholic Church supports the just war theory? I think that would have made his burden more bearable.

He goes to church and confesses to punching people and says "imma do it again can i apologize in advance" and the father dude says "no you're meant to stop now" and Matt says "no" and they do this everyday. I'm not remembering it properly but this is a canon interaction i swear

HELLO HI YES I LOVE HIM AND WILL INFOR DUMP ok so. he is a vigalantty and he got named daredevil and he is an orphan and after the age of 12 was raised in an orphanage at a Catholic church and his therapist is his priest via confession abd. also his mother is a nun he has a whole mental breakdown over god and called Job a pussy because he liked god until he got better and liked god again he said "I'm dearedrvil and not even god can stop that now" and he's so cool

matt is a freakish little babygirl who was raised by nuns and definitely has religious trauma. i hate him so much (affectionately)

he’s literally fucking insane about it i don’t know what to say here. he thinks he’s chosen by god to go on some sort of holy quest to save hell’s kitchen. joan of arc ass.

i already know hes in by default j just wanted to give him a personal shout out i love this angsty catholic dweeb

how practicing he is depends on the run, but in my favorite he is quite literally confessing to a member of the last extant order millitant who happens to be a priest at a church in hells kitchen.

i love him for having the funniest version of a trope i usually hate (person gets into confession booth and asks forgiveness not for what they've done, but for what they're about to do). usually this trope just looks silly to me bc like. the priest would just say "i can't do that" and you would have to either awkwardly explain yourself or just Leave. it's funny when matt does it because fr. lantom is probably like "what are you gonna do???" and matt's like "lol. lmao. 😊 hehehe." anyway we love this angry catholic man who dresses up like the devil to beat people up in hell's kitchen

Harrowhark

I'm pretty sure you've already got plenty of submissions for her so I'll just say she was raised in what is basically a cult (technically a nunnery but let's be real) dedicated to keeping the body of the thing that will kill God behind the rock. One of their prayers is actually "I pray the rock is never rolled away". Harrow is extremely devout as penance for her earlier heretical actions in the tomb as a child (spoiler!) so the Catholic guilt really comes through

imagine being a catholic nun and you meet god, but it turns out he’s a twitch streamer from new zealand who became god because everything got a little bit out of hand. and just before you met him you gave yourself a diy grief-fuelled lobotomy with the help of your best frenemy. imagine how insane you’d be. now multiply that insanity by nine. that’s the fictional love of my life right there.

she meets god. she’s not inspired

she’s number one practitioner of space Catholicism. The locked tomb is chock full of Christian (catholic) imagery themes metaphors etc. just look at her she’s got a bone rosary

They're Catholicism with extra bones. Everyone is a nun. They have what is basically a rosary made from knuckle bones. They technically worship the same God as everyone else, but they're waaaay more focused on The Body in the Tomb (Mary) and we get a moment where we find out that while everyone else prays the equivilent of The Lords Prayer, they're doing the equivilent of Hail Mary. And they paint their faces with skulls.

She thinks leaving dry bread in a drawer is taking care of someone. She's in love with a 10,000 year old corpse (the same one they worship). She spent ALL NIGHT digging with her bare hands to make sure a field had bones every 5 feet so she could fight her girlfriend - I mean, greatest enemy. Spoiler territory: She's been puppeting her parents corpses since she was 8 years old. Instead of grieving her dead girlfriend, she gives herself a lobotomy. She makes soup with bone in it so she can use the bone IN THEIR STOMACH to try and kill them.

The author is/was Catholic and the entire series had heavy Catholic overtones. https://www.tor.com/2020/08/19/gideon-the-ninth-young-pope-and-the-new-pope-are-building-a-queer-catholic-speculative-fiction-canon/ A good breakdown of how it's Catholic

#matt murdock #daredevil #marvel #Harrowhark Nonagesimus #The Locked Tomb #cct polls #tumblr tournament #tumblr bracket #tumblr polls

[cassyapper]

i am so curious about your pucci thoughts...

I AM SO FUCKING SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG TO GET TO THIS ASK OH MY FUCKING GOD my life has been crazy lately but still i am So Sorry

okay so basically i love pucci we have to kill him. here is a list of my thoughts in no particular order

he makes me so ill like genuinely he is one of the most well written jojo characters ever and DEFINITELY the most well written villain. like holy shit. i think a lot about how weather said the evilest of people are those who think they are good and how that relates to pucci oh my GOD it makes me sick. pucci like many villains are a "ends justify the means" kinda guy like while he was cruel at many points i truly think he was jsut like, yes this is a moment of weakness but it wont matter because im going to fix it. i think aobut how he really thought he was going to save everyone. he was going to save perla. he was going to save dio. he was going to save himself. and thinking baout things from his side, like, oh my god. dio was his only friend. we the audience know that dio groomed him (not necessarily sexually but still grooming) and even though dio did seem to grow to truly care for pucci, he didnt care enough to not use him for his plan to restart the world -- but PUCCI didnt know that. im sure he had inklings and feelings like he's not NAIVE, im sure he KNEW dio was using him at SOME point, but it wouldnt change the fact dio still eventually saw him and was his friend either way. it wouldnt change the fact that he would do this one thing for his only friend, even if his only friend BECAME his friend in the first place just to make him fulfill this task. god dio and pucci's relationship is so insane i hate hate hate that people boil it down to just shipping LIKE THERE WAS RESENTMENT THERE WAS ANGER THERE WAS SO MUCH LOVE AND HALF OF IT WAS LOVE FOR WHAT THE OTHER COULD DO FOR HIM INSTEAD OF JUST HIM HIMSELF . LIKE FUCK'S SAKE im sick of ppl putting a romantic spin on everything and YES this is half me being aromatnic but also COME ON. and that's not even getting into the fact dio and pucci's relationship is supposed to parallel jolyne and jotaro's/jolyne and jonathan's. but anyway

god he loved his sister so much man it makes me sick he jsut wanted her safe man. after everything....i choose to believe his final thoughts were of perla. it's why he was begging for everything he did to have meant SOMETHING -- please let if have meant perla got a good life in whatever universe the world will end up in. i like to believe she did. he won't be there to see it. oh god he wont be there ot see it. fuck. maybe that was for the best in his mind anyway

his drama and tragedy aside he's also the funniest guy in the entire world. why the hell is a catholic priest wearing gucci. well i guess that answers the question but still. he is so fucking funny he is not even subtle about it he is LITERALLY like EOUGH DONT TOUCH MY EXPENSIVE DESIGNER PANTS and then he kicks a cop to his death for it. he's so fucking funny i love him so much. i love that whitesnake is independent enough to have its own personality and he and pucci get into spats sometimes OS FUCKING FUNNY. MFW I ARGUE WITH MY OWN SOUL.

also my disdain for shipping culture aside i cannot deny that pucci is a homophobic homosexual. he and jotaro totally banged a couple times and awkwardly called it off when pucci first sees jotaro's birthmark and he's like oh no. SO FUCKING FUNNY

ugh sorry i jsut want to go back to this point he's so smart he's so Aware of how people work and connect he's always had a fine sense for it (do you believe in gravity...) OUGH like there's no WAY HE DIDN'T KNOW DIO WAS USING HIM BUT HE STILL LOVED DIO AND I THINK BEYOND THAT. I THINK HE TRUY BELIEVED WHAT DIO WAS SAYING. I THINK HE TRULY BELIEVED OKAY EVEN IF DIO HAS HIS OWN MOTIVES HERE, THIS END IS JSUT. SO I WILL KEEP FOLLWOING ALONG. LIKE. I. i truly think he thought this would save everyone, especially perla. ohuogh my god PUCCIIIIIIIIIIIII

in short, he makes me sick we have to kill him. i like him a lot

#cass cries

[fools-fall-much-too-soon]

LEON RAHHHHHH (character sheet?)

I've been working on a Leon that I felt comfy drawing and here he finally is!! I'm not sure of my handwriting is legible so I've transcribed all the headcanons going up and down the columns left to right under the cut! (Reblogs are appreciated MWAH)

ADHD haver :D

Hungover + trying to not look too tired @ the briefing (fail)

Lightens hair (naturally brown) darkens w/ age

Chews on the inside of his lip

Raised Catholic + feels naked w/o a crucifix even tho he's not religious anymore

Pockets always full of random, but likely useful stuff (pen, lighter, lockpick)

Struggled w/ following rules vs following morals as a kid/teen bc he wanted to be "good"

Still prays when he misses his parents... He was 11 when they were killed in a drug-related dispute. He loves them, but resents them still

Frayed jeans (to look cool... He's a bit vain + fashionable)

Short king(?) -5'7

INTENSE imposter syndrome

Everyone thinks he's mean B4 they get to know him... He doesn't understand why lmao

Actually medium ugly, but he grooms himself + dresses cool so everyone thinks he's hot :P

CONSTANTLY mumbling nonsense to himself + doesn't realize

Never knows what to do w/ his hands, has very pretty piano fingers

Plethora of cool jackets + likes grunge style clothing/music

Kinda clumsy + ditzy when not on missions. He works best under stress (yikes)

Taught himself to play guitar + bass!!

Loved Disney as a kid... Now he sleeps the second a movie is on

Refuses to admit he has a drinking problem bc he doesn't want to be like his parents (oops)

Bisexual but hasn't found much time for dating since RCI

Still trying to convince himself that his "beard" will fill in when he "grows up" (it won't)

"hmm?"

Bonafide cutie pie

Not consistent w/ coloring his hair. Fucked it up once + now gets it done professionally

LOUD ASS laugh when it's genuine + doesn't hide his snorts once he's comfy w/ you

'98 Leon

Learned to cut his own hair but doesn't do it anymore

Damnation

He-man was his queer awakening

"yeesh"

RE6

"HA! snort"

RE4

Was blonde as a kid, dyed his hair black in highschool but bleached it. That's why it's orange in resi2

#resident evil #leon kennedy #resident evil fanart #resident evil headcanons #my art

[imawhoreidiot]

Babe, wake up! New Ghost theory(s) dropped

I have come down with a bad case of Ghost brain rot, so I feel compelled to contribute to silly little theories to keep myself from going insane. Big fat “what will happen to Copia?” theory under da cut :D (warning: it is long, BUT IT SCRATCHES AN ITCH, I PROMISE)

Recently, there was a rerelease of Mary on a Cross. At first, it seemed innocuous enough. Bands release songs in separate single albums all the time to get a little extra money. It wasn’t until I saw the cover that I started thinking there was some foreshadowing involved.

On the cover of the new album is Copia depicted in Roman coin fashion. He is crying blood. The coin is a parody of a Caligula coin (Both shown below)

In case you are not familiar with Caligula, he was a Roman Emperor that was killed by the Praetorian Guard, which were the equivalent to his bodyguards at the time.

Among the reasons he got assassinated: he became delusional with power. He demanded to be worshipped as a god, was accused of incest, and made many other poor political decisions (This is a highly simplified version of his reign.) The final straw was when he tried to move from Rome to Alexandria, Egypt in hopes to be venerated as a living God. Before he was killed, his delusions and paranoia grew to include those he was closest to and the people around him.

I don’t think any members of the clergy actually want Copia dead…yet. I think within the next year, we’ll be shown a side of Copia we’ve never seen before and he’s going to get more and more paranoid of dying or being replaced.

On stage, he is already starting to display irregular and erratic behavior. While singing Rats, he seems to have started yelling “NO” after the line “Never to return.” I’ve also seen videos of him being a little more tough on the Ghouls. 

More specifically, I think the Ghouls are going to be the ones to do it. They will grow fed up with his paranoid behavior and be the ones to do it, likely on stage. Impera is all about how no empires lasts forever and I think that message will directly correlate with how Copia will die. 

Additional support to the ghouls will be the ones to kill Copia theory: there was a patch that was available to purchase on the website that is now sold out. It’s a mimic of Michelangelo’s Pieta.

VS

As you can see, the patch shows Copia lying dead on Sister Imepators (heavily implied to be his his mothers) lap. In the original, Jesus is lying dead on Mary’s lap. One of the leading causes of Jesus’ death was due to the betrayal of one of his disciples. What if this is foreshadowing that Copia’s death will be caused by one (or more) of his ghouls???

Actually, since this is a theory post, and I’m already on the topic of the parallels between Copia, Imperator, Jesus and Mary, I’m going to go fuckign crazy with the theories,,,, so here’s your BOGO theory for the day,,,,

I also think Copia is being teased as being the antichrist. As in, son of Satan. I think Tobias is really amping up the “Copia and Sister Imperator are Jesus and Mary parallel.” I don’t think Nihil is actually Copia’s dad, but I do think he is playing the begrudging step father role, which makes him kinda a Joseph figure as well.

The main evidence I have for this theory is one of the fixed songs on the US tours set list is Prime Mover. Prime Mover hasn’t been played live in YEARS. Prime Mover is about Satan using a Nun to carry his child. Anti Virgin Mary if you will. Regardless, I think within the next year, we’ll get a lot more evidence to support some kind of coming of the antichrist, even if it’s not Copia. I have no idea where this theory would fit in with the other one, but hey, I said it was a theory, not that it made cohesive sense.

“But OP, who could ever possibly come after Copia??” no one says. 

“Do you have any theories?” no one pleads. 

I ABSOLUTELY FUCKING DO!!!

In messages from the clergy, chapter ten, we get to see a little glimpse of Copia’s room. There’s a part in the video ( 1:40) that shows some Catholic style prayer candles. The one that has the main focal point is this bad boy

St Martin of Tours to be exact. And what was he famous for, you might ask? RESURRECTING 3 (THREE) PEOPLE FROM THE DEAD. THREE EXACTLY FOLKS.

Now, if the papas do get brought back (here's to hoping) I don’t think that they’ll front for the band, but I do think that there is a chance that they’ll be there. 

I unfortunately do not have anymore additions to any theories for now, but I am insane and don’t shut up, so more to come I’m sure!! I’m sure none of these theories are new, I just needed to articulate something 

#the band ghost #ghost hc #ghost theory #papa emeritus 4 #cardinal copia #sister imperator #papa nihil #tobias forge #nameless ghouls #papa emiritus ii #papa emeritus iii #papa emeritus i #i am going crazy #don't yell at me for lack of originality i just be talking sometimes

[sepublic]

Anyhow, in lieu of a recent post, I kinda wanna apply it to another fandom and say this is the reason why I don't think Emmanuel is gonna redeem himself next season, not necessarily at least. Like yeah sure he FEELS bad but to him this is a test from God or whatever so that justifies everything.

He thinks he's someone who accounts for the long-term, unlike these revolutionaries who think only about improving their short-term mortal lives, and thus forsake their long-term afterlife in heaven in the process. Emmanuel think he's long-term and he's gonna outmaneuver Erzsebet, who will be so caught up in using his night creatures to crush the rebellion that she'll fail to account for what happens afterwards when Emmanuel can just turn on her. He thinks he's fucking Solomon with the ring that can control demons.

Emmanuel is just gonna bitch and moan and weep about all the sacrifices he's making but it's the GOOD kind of suffering, like how Christ had to suffer and make sacrifices, because it's a test from God. He compared himself to Abraham and he was even rewarded with a ram in Tera for his devotion!!! So he could absolutely interpret this as proof he's on the right path and double down.

Emmanuel is such a mediocre father. It's heartbreaking that for all of her teenage rage and rebellion, Maria still earnestly cares for him once she finds out he's her dad, she risks it all in trusting him because surely her own dad will come around for her, and she cares!!! She cares for family!!! And then Maria is burned so hard for that trust, she saw Emmanuel weep about sacrificing her and then do it anyway. Maria lost her own mother, a parent who actually cared, because she dared to assume her dad had the same basic decency as Tera did. She's gonna know better, the poor girl... But at what cost?

And Emmanuel is gonna be Oh Woe Is Me!!! when he sees what his beloved has become. But in the end his Christian savior complex matters more than anything else, even if he DOES care for other things. Because if he truly cared for Maria from the start, he'd have quit his position to focus on raising his daughter. But instead he continued to neglect her, and then endanger her with his night creatures, and then finally outright sacrifice Maria. Because being the Christian savior who saves everyone's immortal souls, at the low cost of their mortal lives, matters more. Like god he must've had a savior complex about providing Tera hospitality when they first met.

"You're not gonna spare them, are you?" Shut the fuck up Emmanuel you're gonna cry yourself to sleep over this and then the next morning decide that you've fulfilled your daily Catholic Guilt quota and can go back to being a dickhead because you feel bad so obviously that proves you're a good person right???

And from a meta standpoint, I suspect Emmanuel is the show's version of Shaft, who was a major villain who died resurrecting Dracula and successfully inflicted real damage against the Belmonts for like two hundred years. The similarities between Emmanuel and Shaft are too many and obvious, and it'd be redundant to introduce Shaft when Emmanuel is right there as the evil priest. I suspect they changed his name because Shaft has juvenile connotations in English that the Japanese creators who came up with Shaft weren't aware of, especially when pulling from the German language.

Granted, Isaac changed quite a bit from his game counterpart, as someone who DID die resurrecting Dracula in the source material; But otherwise, the creative liberties is further support for Emmanuel being Shaft in spite of the differences. I don't think Emmanuel will start worshipping Dracula as a coping method; The show kinda burned the bridge with Dracula as a villain, and there isn't really a meaningful connection nor reason for Emmanuel to latch onto that guy in particular.

More likely, he'll latch onto the demon (probably Galamoth) who gave him the forgemaster machine, and that demon will read Emmanuel like an open book -an even easier read than the instruction manual for the machine it provided- and feed into his savior complex, into his self-perception of himself as a tortured and misunderstood genius or some shit. The demon will stroke Emmanuel's ego as salve after the humiliation of S1's finale, and Emmanuel is gonna snort it like copium until he's convinced this demon is an asset sent by God to assist him; Just as Solomon's demons were. He's gonna be played like a fiddle by some higher demon AGAIN be shocked about it. Again.

#castlevania #castlevania netflix #castlevania nocturne #castlevania emmanuel #castlevania shaft #speculation #character analysis #theory #Maria Renard

[aita-blorbos]

AITA for accidentally outing a classmate to our entire cast?

I (M18) am a senior at a prestigious catholic boarding school. As I'm sure you can imagine, being gay isn't exactly... common here. Honestly I've never met a single gay before this point

J (M18) is like. The resident golden boy. Everyone loves him, all the girls wants to date him, all the teachers think he's the greatest. Whatever. We've never gotten along, mostly because people keep trying to shove us together (we are both twins. Or. Were)

At the beginning of the school year my twin sister got hit by a bus and unfortunately didn't make it. Obviously this affected me greatly. I'm a bit ashamed to say it's only made my relationship with J worse, because I see him and his sister N (F18) and just think about my own sister.

J always gets the top score. J always wins all the sports matches. J gets to keep his perfect life with his sister. J even gets the girl I've had a crush on for AGES, Y (F17)

I set up a birthday party for Y with the help of some other friends (they kinda ruined it. There was a penis piñata) and I really thought Y would finally realize that I like her, but she was reallyyy wasted and pushed me away for J, basically saying that she wanted to fuck him and for me to piss off

Which fine, ok, whatever. Except a month ago I saw J kissing his roommate, P(M18) at a rave. Again, J and P are both guys. That night I thought maybe I'd imagined things or they were both really drunk or something, but at the night of Y's party, P found me outside. He was really high and I offered him some communion wine I'd snuck out and we got to talking, and apparently he and J are like. A thing. Which, no judgement, if that's what he wants to do I don't really care. I'm a lot closer with P than I am with J, anyway, so I'm fine with P being gay or whatever. But like, obviously, God isn't. So I was conflicted

So in confession the next day I told the priest that I had heard something that went against what God said, and I was confused. He basically told me to suck it up and God was always right which. I'm still conflicted about, because P is my friend, but being gay is a sin.

But I didn't tell the priest then that P and J were gay, just to be clear.

Last night we had a final rehearsal for our play, and when I showed up, Y and J were having an argument. And apparently J got Y pregnant.

Which obviously is insane, right? Because he's gay and so obviously he can't love her and he's just playing with her emotions. And so I told Y that J was gay and had a boyfriend

Except J was denying it and I started panicking. Then P showed up and he was also denying it, so I told Y everything- that P and J were dating and gay, and I told P that Y was pregnant and the kid was J's. And well... I guess everyone else from rehearsal showed up while I was yelling, so now everyone knows that J and P are gay and that Y is pregnant.

Y slapped me and stormed off, and obviously P and J are both pissed. After I slept, I realized what I'd done was really wrong. I tried to apologize to P backstage during our play, but he brushed me off. I can't find J, but I'm going to apologize to him too (I'm about to go on stage as I'm typing this, so I'll try and catch him after the show)

I feel really really bad about it, but it was a sort of heat of the moment thing and J was actively lying to Y, so AITA?

#aita #am i the asshole #unreality