Soft touches, godless hands
Tainted love, holy grin
No one can save me from my sin
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Genres: Romance, Sci-fi, Fantasy
Rating: Adult
Series?: Yes
Availability: Free
Tropes/Themes: Lovers to enemies to lovers, enemies to lovers, LGBT+, non-binary main character, sapphic main character, Found family, unorthodox relationships, gray morality, magic, angel/demon, angels vs. demons, character exploration, biblically accurate angels, eldritch angels, demons are not evil, Eldritch Horror
TW: Gore, sexual situations
Current Status: WIP
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SOFT Touches, Godless Hands is primarily a romance story with plenty of fantastical and sci-fi elements thrown in with angels and demons taking the center stage. These angels and demons, however, are not your typical ones. As creatures from a higher plane of existence than our current 3D plane, they are quite inhuman and thus, have inhuman tendencies as well.
God, a being even higher than his flock of angels, has seemingly turned his back on his creations for reasons unknown, becoming distant to Heaven’s needs. The resulting panic has driven many angels away from their sacred duties, leaving the City of Golden Light barren.
Auriel is one of the remaining four Seraphs who work directly beneath the Lord and his Throne. Being in the highest order of angels, the Seraphim have become the guiding light for the remaining angels.
The sudden and strange distance from the Lord doesn’t just affect the angels, however. Demons have a knack for hearing rumors, and with darkness spreading all across the universe in ways unseen, it is up to the remaining angels to do what they can to protect not just themselves but Earth and the rest of the mortal plane as well. But with their forces dwindling, it has forced the angels to work beyond their hierarchy in Heaven and particular talents.
Shouldering part of the burden, Auriel has decided to take the mantle of an archangel and send themselves to Earth on missions to fix the problems plaguing the mortal plane and stop the spreading darkness. But it seems ghosts (and demons) of their past are up to no good as well, and they cast doubt on everything Auriel knows and does.
Teetering between the draw of a mortal body, their own celestial identity, locked memories, and distant temptations, Auriel struggles to determine what’s right, who’s wrong, and whose really the demonic presence sabotaging everything they’ve ever known.
This story is planned to be a series of novellas that tie into one another with multiple different plots that touch upon the worldbuilding and the overarching story in different ways.
As I add more informative posts regarding this story to my blog, I will update this post with the proper links.
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do I want a girlfriend, yes.
do I have the strength to actually communicate with a girl, let alone make eye contact with one?
hahaha, no.
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why can wlw/nblw only be 'butch' or 'femme'? why are masculine and feminine the only options for our presentation in lgbtq+ spaces?
i'm not a man or a woman, so why is my role in wlw/nblw culture only one of two options?
in this era of shifting understanding of sex and gender, why does wlw/nblw culture still only present 2 options for our style and gender expression?
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I'm nblw I'm a lesbian I'm a straight man I'm aroace im
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I'm begging other dykes to learn the ugly parts of lesbian history and really internalize the fact that "man-hating lesbianism" is quite literally Radfem Lesbian Separatist ideology. You cannot have man-hating Lesbian Separatism without Radical Feminism because Lesbian Separatism/Political Lesbianism is quite literally the second to last step of Radical Feminism's goal as a political ideology
(the final step is literal genocide btw - like, I'm begging you to understand the damage the SCUM manifesto has done to lesbianism please please I'm on my hands and knees begging you)
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If only I was in my lover's arms-
the warm scent of vanilla and her hands caressing my face as I look and see their dark eyes glowing at me. Her eyes shine like treasure hidden beneath the trees
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dear diary,
one of my favorite outfits is a calf length purple Grateful Dead dress with a black and white checkered belt and combat boots. why? bc in july at the mall this punk/grunge teenager said i was stunning. fucking stunning? their eyes were so bright and their face was pink and they rushed it out like they just had to tell me and and and and now i wanna cry. stunning? no one's called me that before. not when i went to prom and probably not when i go to this military ball
love, barbie girl
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Aw do you like that baby? Thinking about my big butch cock stretching you out? Like the thoughts of me bending you over and inch in the girth of it slowly into your aching wetness, shooting a little lube in you to ease it in. Letting you cum only when you get half of it In because its just so big and filling? So ready to be filled up aren’t you? You just can’t wait for my cock to shoot into you a fuck you over and over. All until its fully in you. Precious girl you look so pretty around my cock.
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