#digital confessional

[blye-flower]

Snowballed Confessional apritello, my beloved

Also, this has nothing to do with the fic itself, but I remember listening to Valerie (Remastered) by Mark Ronson while on vacay with one of my best friends and I couldn’t convince myself that Donnie and April wouldn’t dance the swing with each other to it!!

#rottmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rise of the tent #rise april o'neil #rise donnie #rise donatello #rise apritello #apritello #rottmnt fanart #fanart of fanfiction #digital fanart #digital art #art #blymi art #snocon #snowballed confessional

[raideoarts]

The jojo manga panels twitter is going through At A Confessional rn and it made me realize I’ve never drawn his blue outfit... (don’t pay attention to how I fucked up his bracelet, my ass was not looking at the reference for that part LMAO)

#rohan kishibe #kishibe rohan #rohan #thus spoke kishibe rohan #at a confessional #jjba #岸辺露伴は動かない #岸辺露伴 #fun fact every time I post from desktop I have to go to the fucking wiki to copy the japanese text #if im posting from mobile I just type it LMAO but #raideo arts #digital art #fanart

[astudyincontrasts]

It’s always great to wake up and hop on tumblr to find everyone simping thirstily away, it’s like rejoining the feral herd as I crawl from my den each day

#the horniest dash in existence #ilu guys #confessional now open only to pictures of Silco’s fine digits thanks vinci #come friends let’s us graze upon the plentiful fields of wild dicks and slake our thirst at the river of fics and art

[huntmeslow]

Roses 4/5/23

Give me a rose I’ll keep it forever. My love immortalized in the petal, dry and crumbling. I collect them like trophies; they litter my room. It was only your roses that escaped me. For every bruise I got a flower to soften the blow. I cherished every thorn, they only served to make the red petals brighter, the green stem stronger. But they escaped me. They weren't mine to keep, nor will they be for the next poor girl. They will wilt and die and she will inevitably escape you too.

But for now, I hope the Air BnB on Patchen Ave burns down. I hope Daddy’s golf course goes bankrupt. I hope you say the wrong thing just loud enough for the right person to hear, maybe then you’ll get what you deserve. But I’ll still look for your rose on the Metro-North and in the bedroom of the girl I let get hurt. My heart will drop everytime I think I see that blood-red hue. 

What made you so miserable? Was the picket fence too white, the water in the pool too blue? Or am I too young, too north-eastern and liberal? My college education and my empathetic disposition, has it dulled my hate? I must not have lived as much as you. Those 5 short years hold the key to the rage I've yet to unlock. You may have turned the key, but you were too weak to open the door. Perhaps I underestimate you. I am happy (sometimes), in a happy (sometimes) relationship with a boy that's not you and I’m grateful for that. But I'm stuck here writing about you. Maybe I’d be writing about razors if I could no longer bleed. Maybe I’ll write about booze when I quit (and I assure you that day will be soon). I’ll never quit loving men like you. You grew like a weed. Your thorns punctured my skin. You cut so deep my eyes watered with saved up tears and I could no longer see the flowers you presented. I swore I could still smell it, I thought it was there somewhere. I hoped if I waited out the sting I’d get to see your petals again.

So there I sat, as I do now, for much too long. But your roses were artificial; a cheap plastic reproduction. A real rose would be too sweet for your nose. You would have ripped the bud away before it could flower. God forbid you let the light in. God forbid you be a real person. Stifle your humanity, because I know you bury it somewhere. One day I’ll stop seeing you in the eyes of every man I meet. One day I’ll stop guessing what soured you. I’m just scared. I'm scared it will happen to me too.

#digital diary #confessional

[sandpaperdaisy]

SELLING OUT: How it's going

In this post I declared my intentions to start uploading a ton of designs to my print on demand sites in the year 2022. After the explosion of AI generated images, I already can’t believe that I once wrote that I worried about the ethics of manipulating stock art that I bought the rights to use…what a difference a year makes. SO! How did my experiment go? Read on.

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#art #art business #Art Tips #artist #business #business strategy #confessional #digital art #experiment #lowbrow art #marketing strategy #print #print on demand #redbubble #revenue #sales #selling out #strategy #teepublic #testimonial

[ryegarden]

Admonishment to self loathing - nobody ever got better through self hate and suffering! Take the ibuprofen! Your brain is not a confessional where you are an eternal penitent! Forcing hardship upon yourself doesn't make you noble it makes you injured!

Black and red version and trans version both on my redbubble

[ID: a digital drawing of a wolf caught in a bear trap, stylized like a risograph print. There are two colourways - one in black and red, the other in pink and blue, both on a soft cream background. Text reads "Your suffering is not noble. no absolution will materialize from your pain. End ID]

#trans art #wolf #risograph #described

[olorielmoonshadow]

Flowery - first art piece of 2023

Mixed Media / January 2023 – this piece is the first art piece I created in 2023 and am sharing it for my Sunday Confessionals prompt, where I invite you to show and ponder the first creative piece you created in 2023. As it is clear to see, my go-to inspiration is always flowers, always portraits and always grunge and it is one of the things I am glad is not changing much in my own inspiration…

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#Art #collage #digital art #emotions #flowers #inspiration #Mindlovemisery&039;s Menagerie #sunday confessionals #winter

[graphicpolicy]

It's a double dose of new X-Men on Marvel Unlimited

It's a double dose of new X-Men on Marvel Unlimited #comics #comicbooks #xmen

Relive mutantkind’s biggest event of the year! The X-Men: Hellfire Gala (2022) one-shot is available on the Marvel Unlimited app! Tying into this event, Marvel Unlimited also launched two new Hellfire Gala stories, X-Men: Hellfire Gala Confessionals #1 and X-Men Unlimited #50: Secret X-Men arc, and both are now available in the exclusive Infinity Comics format. X-Men: Hellfire Gala Confessionals…

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#alan robinson #carlos lopez #digital comics #jordan white #marvel #marvel unlimited #steve foxe #video #x-men unlimited #x-men: hellfire gala confessionals

[sugoi-writes]

Scent Kink - Featuring Alastor x GN! Reader

A/N: HEAVILY inspired (and partially written for) @hazelfoureyes... UNO VERSE, DEER! I hope this is alright, as I feel you do him SOOO much more justice. Your thirsts have made me cave in. I will need to go to confessional after this one.

Includes: scent kink (Alastor has it for reader), GN! Reader, some implications, mentions of violence/carnal desires, and of course, some m*sturbation. Yippee~

Honest to Satan, it took him by surprise. Rarely was Alastor motivated by anything "innate" or "carnal" (past his violent urges against ne'er-do-wells). That is... until you came into the picture.

Alastor's always had a great nose: all the better to spot bad meat with! ...But now? Now he can't help the way he drifts and looks your way. Now, he has to hide the perk in his ears and the subtle nostril twitches and flails. Now, he often stands closer to you when engaged in group activities. Hell, the seat to his right will always be reserved for you. Anything to get closer and catch just a momentary, minute whiff to take in your scent...

When you arrive back to the hotel, he's at the door, helping to take your coat. It's always on the coat rack by the door when you need it most... but when you weren't paying attention? Alastor had it all to himself.

There had even been times where Niffty was doing laundry, and he had half the mind to volunteer to help... it'd much less suspicious of him to handle your things this way, right? But alas, that was maybe a touch obvious... and Alastor is not known for his charity.

When you're fresh from a shower and coming down for dinner, he always seemed out-of-sorts. Little did you know that the Radio Demon was sad that your natural scent was muted by flowery, excessive fragrance. No, he much preferred seeing you worked up, disheveled, maybe even a bit... unkempt? A normally tidy, avoidant, do-NOT-touch-me man was reduced to this? It unnerved him to no end; his blood was boiling.

He had his normal mask, that damned smile, working overtime. Anything to distact you from his eye twitching. Anything so you wouldn't notice how he shifted his weight next to you. He would curse himself, his back straightening and even arching when you leaned over him on the couch, straining to grab the TV remote. He made grand, almost cartoonishly bold gestures now... just so you would miss how much he needed to adjust himself around you. How much his eyes would dialate when you were close to him, for any reason...

But the more he tried to hide it... the more craved it; the more he needed the real deal.

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You were adjusting yourself after a recent scuffle, loan sharks having come looking for Mimzy again... You winced, clutching your side from a harsh blow you received. You would definitely need some help taking care of that...

You could barely make it two steps before Alastor has you by the wrist, pulling your arm taunt. You panic, wriggling and squirming as Alastor's eyes roamed over you. You had a delectable little nick on your cheek, weeping blood. Alastor leans down, breath ghosting your cheek as you shuddered. You felt a jolt of electricity race up your spine as he spoke:

"Dear, you should really be more careful...," a thumb grazes your flushed flesh, before his taloned digit is licked clean. You found yourself struggling to swallow the lump in your throat as a toothy, sultry grin is sent your way.

"You're getting sloppy...~"

You can't help but notice how obsessively attentive he was. How he managed to pull you inside, and forced you to sit on his bed. He asked you to strip down to the basics, and tended to your wounds, no matter how little. You could hear every time that Alastor's breath shook and hitched, absolutely enthralled by you. You were in his sights, in his hands, and you invaded his sense of smell.... he was so close, yet he felt miles away...

The only way he didn't have you was with his tongue, lapping at your sweet, sweet sweat... Maybe, he would consider licking a little lower... did you taste as good as you smelled?

He would inhale deeply as he spied fresh blood or helped remove old clothing/bandages. This routine of yours would continue, even as your wounds became more manageable.

One would assume he was concentrating when he held his breath... but NO. He was memorizing this. He would remember this map-out of your musk and body like the back of his hand... He felt like a mut in heat with how hungrily he regarded you.

You had missed the way that Alastor's eyes gleamed when he offered to wash your dirty, bloodied clothing for you. Embarrassed but appreciative, you took him up on his offer. As he gave you one of his blouses as a temporary cover up, sending you on your way... Alastor locked the door, practically salivating.

Never had he been brought to his knees so quickly, doubled over and panting. Never had he practically torn his pants off, seams frayed and barely hanging on.

He frantically fisted his cock, pumping hard and fast as his precum glided down his warm, agitated tip. The desperate mewls and blissful sighes that escaped with every pant was almost musical, bouncing off the walls of his room in a grotesque cacophany. The staticy filter cloaking his voice had vanished, leaving him nothing but a bare, hungry, frenzied sinner.

As he balled up your shirt, inhaling sharply, he fumbled through curses and praises... You. You. You. This was your fault.

And even as his mind demanded more, his body sought its release, making a mess of his hand and the carpet. He grimaced at the warm fluids, realizing he'd have to deal with that sooner, rather than later. Alastor would fall back onto his haunches, shirt still gripped tightly in his left hand. Shakily, he held it up to his face again, nuzzling into it as he took in more of your musk. His own had started to cling to the shirt, his sweat and drool starting to dampen your smell.

You were driving him to madness. To his dismay, he realized that this would not be enough... not anymore.

He let his hands fall lazily in front of him, cock still throbbing absentmindedly.

First, a quick wash and preening. Then... he'd be looking for you to answer for his desires.

#alastor hazbin hotel #alastor fanfic #alastor x reader #alastor x y/n #radio demon #radio demon hazbin hotel #alastor the radio demon #scent kink #ahaha *runs away* #anywaaaays hope you enjoy! YEET

[redwinterroses]

It's not like it's hard to get Tango taking about Decked Out, but buy him a couple of potions in the museum speakeasy and he gets downright confessional.

Grian leans across the stat poker table, his wings rustling eagerly. "Truth or dare, Tango," he says. "Is Decked Out... alive?"

“Aren’t I supposed to pick truth or dare before you ask the question?” Tango tosses back another potion and gives the group a half-smirk.

“We all know you’re going to pick truth because you’re too particled to get up.” Etho’s face is obscured, but they can hear the laugh in his voice and see his fox ears twitch with amusement. “So spill.”

Tango shrugs. "Well," he says, "It's not exactly not NOT alive, if you know what I mean."

Grian glances at Doc on his right and Etho on his left. They shrug at him.

"Yeah, no," he says, looking back at Tango. "I don't think we know what that means."

"Is it like that Grumbot robot that Mumbo and Grian built?" Doc asks, scratching thoughtfully at his chin, his blunt black claws scritching loudly against the stubble of his beard. Grian tries to catch a peek at his stat tokens and gives a sheepish grin when Doc notices and quickly angles them away.

"Hey, now," Doc starts to say, but Tango interrupts.

"Nah, no -- I mean, Grumbot was pretty... Simple. No offense."

"None taken." Grian pulls a token from his stack. "Number of villagers traded with," he offers. "And I'll up the ante to three diamond blocks, gentlemen."

Tango lays down his own token, and taps a finger on it in an aimless rhythm. “The dungeon is… aware,” he says. “Not alive, I guess, but it knows things. It recognizes people.”

“I’ve noticed,” Etho says dryly. “That place hates me.”

They all laugh, but Tango shakes his head. “Does it hate you?” he asks and waggles his eyebrows suggestively. “Or does it want to impress you?”

“Oh, I’m impressed enough.” Etho drops his stat token on the table with a soft click. “So it can stop glitching and trying to kill me now.”

“Aww, you’re just playing hard to get.”

Doc lays his tokens down on the table and stands. “I will sit out this round, I think,” he says. “I have done almost nothing with villagers this season. Will anyone have more to drink?”

“I’m not playing hard to get!” Etho protested, ears lying flat. “If anything, I’m playing easy to get – I just walk right in there!”

“You heard it first here, folks,” Tango says. “Etho’s easy.”

He ducks, but not in time to dodge the rolled-up napkin Etho chucks at his face. It lands in his hair and goes up in a miniature whump of flame.

Grian snickers, waving away smoke.

“So if the dungeon’s not alive, but it’s not quite not alive,” he says. “How does one maybe go about… making friends with it?”

“That,” Doc says, thunking a fresh bottle of Cub’s custom-mixed potion onto the table. “Is cheating, you pesky bird. No flirting with the possibly-not-not-alive dungeon.”

“You’re telling me you’re above flirting for a few extra keys and crowns, Doc?” Tango asks with teasing skepticism.

Doc sniffs, flipping the cork from his bottle with his thumb. “I don’t need flirting,” he says dismissively. “I have skills. Game strategies, man.”

“He’s already planning how to get the dungeon’s attention.” Etho flips his token over, exposing the total. “Aren’t’cha, Doc.”

Doc tips back his drink and shrugged. “Eh… that is for me to know, and you to worry about.” He winks.

“Tango, what’s your total there?” Grian fiddles with his token.

“Well, I know it’s higher than old three-digit Minecraft master over here.” Tango holds up his token and pinches it between his fingers. “Under three hundred, Etho? What’ve you been doing all season?”

“Not hiding out in a hole for thirteen months,” Etho grumbles good-naturedly, pushing his diamonds into the center of the table.

“Yeah, well, that’s what I have been doing and look at that stat.” Tango displays the count. “Seven k, baby – read ‘em and weep.”

Grian makes an exaggerated sad face that immediately morphs into a triumphant grin. “Rookie numbers, fellas,” he crows. “Try over twelve thousand.”

Tango groans and rolls his diamonds toward Grian with a grimace. “Yeah,” he says. “Definitely not telling you how to flimflam my dungeon, you shyster.”

“Tango, I’m hurt.” Grian, entirely unbothered and very un-hurt looking, scoops the pile of diamonds into his pouch. “My stats are all ethically earned.”

“And that’s how your dungeon runs will be too.” Tango stashes his tokens and stands. “Gentlemen, it’s been a pleasure. Mostly.”

“Back to your cave, Tango?” Etho doesn’t stand, but his bushy white tail wags a little in barely-contained excitement. “So, Decked Out will be open again… soon?”

“You bet your foxy good looks,” Tango says. “Or… maybe don’t. Not with those stats.”

This time he does duck the thrown napkin.

He exits through the museum, the laughter of his friends fading behind him as he steps out into the cool afternoon air. For a moment, he stretches, shaking out his elytra and clearing his head a bit of the potion particles.

Is Decked Out alive?

Tango grins, sharp teeth glinting. Of course the dungeon’s alive, who’s he kidding? And she’s hungry, too, he can feel it even from here. His friends should just be grateful he’s only ever built friendly monsters that want to devour them.

“On my way,” he mutters to himself. Or the dungeon. “And Etho’ll be coming over soon too.”

He feels the dungeon’s excitement.

“Oh…you’ve gotta be kidding me.” Tango launches himself in the air and spirals over the shopping district, angling toward Decked Out and laughing so loudly the sound bounces off the buildings below.

His dungeon totally has a crush on Etho.

#decked out #tangotek #hermitcraft #redwinterwrites #it's my birthday so maybe reblog this if you enjoyed? 👉👈 #long post

[blye-flower]

Hey, y’all want some more Snocon art?? Great!!

Based on the last scene of Chapter 8 where April and Donnie are texting :3c

#snocon #snowballed confessional #rise apritello #rottmnt fanfiction #rottmnt april #rottmnt donnie #blymi art #fan art #digital art #apritello #rottmnt human designs

[madebycoffee]

The person who get 0 notes just wants a few. The person who gets a few notes wants just to get to double digits. The person getting double digits thinks it's not good enough unless it's getting near 30 or 50. the person getting THAT is wanting to get to triple digits. The people getting triple digits think their posts are failing if they get double digits.

If you have a post that takes off one day, the one you post next doesn't do as well you think you've failed. But... that's just how engagement works??? Sometimes things are going to hit better, and usually you will NEVER be able to guess which one takes off. It surprises me that one of my all time most downloaded posepacks are the super boring 'confessional' poses. Or that a silly post I make half assed super late gets a bunch of attention when something I'm really proud of doesn't even get a reblog.

I posted for like two years straight on my simblr and only 1 person was reading it and liking it at the time. One. Now I get at least 10 people! And they'll reply to posts semi regularly!! That's incredible to me! Would I like the level of conversations I see happening in other people's notes? Obviously, that'd be so much fun! But it's ok that I don't have that. Maybe I will one day!

It's going to take time to build an audience. My legacy on my simblr has been going for nearly 7 years, and I would only say within the last year or so I have any sort of an audience. I've seen many people leave and join and leave simblr again in that time. There are lulls on simblr when people are less active.

I guess what I'm getting at is yeah, you're probably always going to want more than what you already have. But I find that it means more to me when some of my favorite mutuals or friends on here reply to a post of mine than if it gets 100 notes. 🤸‍♀️🤷‍♀️

#madebycoffee speaks #idk this is just on my mind #your notes are not ever going to be exponential #it's more like the most fucked up roller coaster u ever seen

[dolldefiler]

I cheated on my boyfriend of 4 years with his best friend girlfriend. She finger fucked me in a bathroom while I just pathetically moaned in her mouth. She made me say how much I like it and even tho I felt disgusted for being a disloyal slut letting another WOMAN touch me, I couldn’t make her stop nor did i want to I just stood there begging for her fingers as she choked me and then went home to sleep next to my man as if nothing happened.

Im disgusting

I think my asks page has become a confessional. Should I rebrand myself as a priest? Convert all you wonderful little sluts into worshipping the religion of my cock?

You are disgusting. She must have seen that needy, easy look in your eyes. She must have seen the hot lust in your eyes while she choked you. While you fucked yourself on her fingers. You didn't just stand there, did you? No, I imagine you grinded against her digits plunging into your hot depths, even slightly. You cheated on your boyfriend with one of his best friends. With a girl he might have imagined himself sleeping with once.

You've turned him into a bit of a cuck, haven't you? But that's okay, sweetheart. Your needy cunt gets what it wants.

This does remind me that I plan on writing a w|w degradation-type post. Not that I know anything about women. Or lesbians. Actually, I think one implies the other.

#cheating kink #cuckholding #humiliation kink #asks

[tazatouille]

CONFESSION

described by @princess-of-purple-prose [ID: A digital painting of Wolfwood from Trigun, shown sitting with his hands folded in a dark space and the Punisher leaned against him. Wolfwood is faceless, his hair shadowing his eyes, and the white outlines of a church confessional cut through the black background and the Punisher. End ID]

#trigun #wolfwood #nicholas d wolfwood #trigun maximum #ive got a lot of backlog sorry LMFAO

[the-one-who-lambs]

uhh hello!! sorry if this is a tall order LOL but I wanna ask, do you have any narilamb fanfic recs? :D I already read yours and I really like bamsara’s and I’m waiting for epicaandk’s to update (that one is my fav ever <3) but idk what to read now lol

Tall order?? Naaaaah, I'm always happy to give recs. Oh boy, I'm gonna go in reverse chronological order.

If you've read all of my narilamb fics (have you seriously? I'm impressed, that's probably well over half the 150k+ I've written for this damn fandom. Also, to anyone seeing this from a reblog, my stuff is over at onethirdofimpossible!) then here we go!

You already mentioned it, but The Rehabilitation of Death is excellent so far! This one is by @bamsara who is new to the CotL fandom but apparently not new to fanfic writing; they have a really popular FNAF fic and I assume the well-deserved attention this fic's been getting is a byproduct of the popularity they've already gotten in other fandoms. :D Welcome, bamsara! Many of the fic writers in this fandom are friends with each other already, but we don't bite if you wanna say hi.

Feel No Evil and Language Barrier, both by @payasita. I always love how payasita portrays this duo (in both digital art and writing), with so much sass and repressed loneliness, knowing they're stuck together for eternity and making the best of it. (And maybe falling in love, depending on how dense Narinder keeps being.) What makes these come alive for me is how well thought out the setting is outside the Lamb and Narinder. The descriptions and weight of emotions really pop here.

LITERALLY ANYTHING written by pavi / @i-eat-deodorant. Depending on how spicy you want your fics to be he has even more here. Character analysis, diction, pacing, etc. are consistently 10/10. Top-quality banter between a sassy Lamb and tired old man Narinder. We constantly bounce ideas off each other and inspire each other a lot but I promise I'm not hyping him up just because he's my friend oh my god please just go bless your eyes.

It Was For You, O Death by blueberry-muffin-massacre (if they have a tumblr, let me know so I can tag!). An intriguing alternative ending to the final battle wherein the Lamb chooses a secret third option by refusing to give up the Red Crown and still observing Narinder as the God of Death. So many details are so well thought out and duality their relationship is nicely characterized-- both genuine care for each other and also quite unhealthy. A fine line treaded well!

Confessional by jusmove (again, lmk if they have a tumblr). Been a while since I've read it, but I love how the Lamb chips at Narinder's very carefully built emotional walls. Their personalities are very well fleshed out here, especially Narinder's cognitive dissonance at being able to process love.

Confession by @thewitchoftheweed. I didn't expect a part two to this one, but my god I was so thrilled when it did update. Narinder and Lamb with their unique and parallel loneliness and their fucked-up sense of everything. Their relationship is very rocky here, and I love how they navigate it: with tension and eventual, pained acceptance. Mind the rating.

Of Character Development and Being Dense by @calliecature. A short and sweet narilamb classic. They're both mutually pining and one of them is too emotionally repressed to realize it. Guess who.

Not An Offering, But a Gift by @checkplzjuliet. Small confession fic. I especially love how Narinder's descriptions twist the knife of his situation here, and how Lambert is a total foil for him! There are a lot of good things happening in such a short span, which is impressive.

Also, if you think you've read all my narilamb fics... I do have a secret one out there too. Just so you know.

Happy reading!

I'm already friends with many of the people here, but if any of the writers I've tagged have been kinda wanting to reach out for a while but feel a little anxious... Don't be. I've made my best friends in this fandom by literally just waiting for some of my readers to get over whatever assumption they have that I'm cool and say hi. Or being the more confident one first.

#hannah's rambles #cult of the lamb #narilamb #cotl #fanfic #fic rec

[jesawyer]

Hello Josh, Pentiment is one of my favorite games of all time. It’s an emotional journey for me. I can relate to Andreas’s melancholy and really like the character arc for him. Thank you for creating this amazing story.

I have a question about Seal of Confession in Pentiment. Sister Amalie disclosed Brother Guy’s confession to Andreas and explained why Guy can’t be protected by Seal of Confession. But as a catholic I was taught that Seal of Confession cannot be violated under any circumstances, and the seal also applies to anyone who overhears a confession. I assumed that the rule was different in Middle Ages. Did canon law back in 16th century mention anything about eavesdropping confessions?

Thank you. I'm glad you enjoyed it.

Certainly under modern canon law, Sister Amalie would be subject to church discipline equal to that of a priest who violated the seal, which could include excommunication.

Re: 16th century canon law on witnesses to confession other than the confessor: the Fourth Lateran Council (1215) did not mention witnesses, only the confessor:

Canon 21: On yearly confession to one’s own priest, yearly communion, the confessional seal All the faithful of either sex, after they have reached the age of discernment, should individually confess all their sins in a faithful manner to their own priest at least once a year, and let them take care to do what they can to perform the penance imposed on them. Let them reverently receive the sacrament of the eucharist at least at Easter unless they think, for a good reason and on the advice of their own priest, that they should abstain from receiving it for a time. Otherwise they shall be barred from entering a church during their lifetime and they shall be denied a Christian burial at death. Let this salutary decree be frequently published in churches, so that nobody may find the pretense of an excuse in the blindness of ignorance. If any persons wish, for good reasons, to confess their sins to another priest let them first ask and obtain the permission of their own priest; for otherwise the other priest will not have the power to absolve or to bind them. The priest shall be discerning and prudent, so that like a skilled doctor he may pour wine and oil over the wounds of the injured one. Let him carefully inquire about the circumstances of both the sinner and the sin, so that he may prudently discern what sort of advice he ought to give and what remedy to apply, using various means to heal the sick person. Let him take the utmost care, however, not to betray the sinner at all by word or sign or in any other way. If the priest needs wise advice, let him seek it cautiously without any mention of the person concerned. For if anyone presumes to reveal a sin disclosed to him in confession, we decree that he is not only to be deposed from his priestly office but also to be confined to a strict monastery to do perpetual penance.

The Corpus Juris Canonici may cover this, but I would make two statements here: 1) detailed canon law was not something most parish priests or certainly anchoresses would be familiar with 2) it's late and I don't want to try to search through the UCLA's digital library copy of the Corpus Juris Canonici.

That said, I do have a copy of Thomas Tentler's Sin and Confession on the Eve of the Reformation which gets into the weeds on what was going down in the Holy Roman Empire in the early 16th century. I used it as the basis for a lot of the specifics in Father Thomas' Saint John's Day confessions. I'll try to look it up this question tomorrow.

#pentiment #canon law