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yandere-writer-momo · 4 months

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Doomed Yuri in my brain. Doomed Yuri. Doomed yuriiii based of Bloodborne

May or may not make a part 2. Idk. Just needed to throw this out here before I lost my mind.

Yandere Short Stories: Doomed From The Start

Yandere Lesbian Paladin x Saintess Reader x Onesided Yandere paladin

There is a secret third Yandere but that’s only if I ever decide to continue

TW: uncomfortable religious themes, body horror, internalized homophobia (religion), monsters, Yandere and toxic behavior, etc

Swoosh! A strong gust of wind blew through Ludwig’s long black locks, which made the cleric appear to have a dark halo above his head. His face remained stoic as he made his way towards the church with his worn out entourage. Another successful hunt and he had made it back to the church once more… a shame his peace was quickly shattered by a certain saintess.

“Ludwig!” The tall paladin froze when small arms wrapped around his waist and pulled him close. His icy blue eyes turned to glance down at (your name), the saintess, in disinterest. “I’m happy you returned safely. How did the hunt go?”

Ludwig hummed in response while he moved her arms off his waist. He merely put up with the young woman to get close to her friend, Desiree. (Your name) was not his type like the other paladin was. (Your name) was a delicate flower but Ludwig longed for the thorn.

Ludwig himself had no interest in the bubbly flower but he needed her to get closer to his dream maiden. (Your name)’s affection for him did not matter.

“It was fine.” Ludwig told her as the two of them headed to the church together for him to give his report. His blue eyes softened when they landed on Desiree, she was magnificent as ever, even with the dried blood on her silver armor. Desiree appeared angelic even when she was drenched in the blood of her enemies. The white haired woman made a beeline toward to the two of them. “Lady Desiree-“

Ludwig was shocked when Desiree pulled (your name) into a constricting embrace, one that was most common with lovers rather than friends. Her lofty body easily wrapped around (your name) like a blanket, her pale nose buried into the crown of (your name)’s head. Desiree’s hot breath tickled the smaller woman’s scalp, which made (your name) burst in a small fit of giggles.

“You act as if you haven’t seen me for years!”

“Maybe it felt like years since the last time I saw you?” Desiree lifted her head off (your name)’s head to stare into her eyes. Desiree’s silver eyes pierced (your name)’s very soul. “I hurried back from my mission just to come see you, (your name).”

“I’m just happy you’re okay. I don’t know what I’d do if my precious friend didn’t return from the front lines.” (Your name) squealed when Desiree ruffled her hair, the smaller woman immediately began to protest. “Desiree!”

Desiree smiled brightly at (your name). She couldn’t help but tease (your name)… especially in front of Ludwig. The dark haired man’s glare was so intense, it burned holes into their heads. Jealous much? “I brought you something too.”

Desiree reached into her leather satchel and handed (your name) a white rabbit foot. “I know you hate the blood we collect, but I made sure to bring you back a good luck charm.”

“You didn’t have to get me anything-“

“Of course I did. You’re always in the church all alone." Desiree smiled warmly at (your name). The taller woman took (your name)’s hand in hers. “How about we head back? It’ll rain soon.”

“Oh but…” (your name) glanced over at Ludwig whose jaw was clenched. His icy eyes narrowed at the two women with disdain. Why was he so upset? Was it because she put all of her attention on Desiree? “I was going to walk back with Ludwig. We can eat supper together if you’d like, Desiree?”

Desiree frowned but sighed in defeat. The white haired woman turned to the brunette with a frown. She didn’t understand what (your name) saw in Ludwig. He was awful to her. A starving wolf would be kinder to (your name) than Ludwig ever could be. But Desiree knew it wasn’t her place to dictate (your name)’s choices in life. “I’ll see you then, (your name). Be safe, okay? I don’t want you to catch a cold.”

“I will. I’ll see you around.” (Your name) waved her friend off before she turned her attention to Ludwig. “I apologize for that, Ludwig. Shall we be on our way before the rain falls?”

Ludwig clicked his tongue and nodded. All he needed to do was walk alongside the gregarious woman and satiate her incessant chatter with a simple nod or hum in agreement. Ludwig was only close to her to get to Desiree. (Your name) was simple like a dog.

(Your name) beamed and walked alongside Ludwig, a heavy blush on her cheeks. She was happy to walk beside her crush. It was wonderful to see such a soft side to the normally stoic man.

Ludwig ignored the shy glances she snuck his way. He could not wait for the day that Desiree would look his way. Ludwig knew she had no such need for a burden like (your name) around her. Desiree nor him needed a pet… no. A dog around them.

Ludwig would have to gripe about this experience in his journal once more. The tea colored paper was his only confidant in this cruel world. For Ludwig trusted no one in the church’s that he dutifully served. Not the head of the church and certainly not the saintess.

A shame Ludwig would one day regret the way he treated the ‘dog’ that once so loyally stuck by his side like a tick…

The candlelight dimly lit up Ludwig’s study. His striking features now on full display to the prying eye. His slender fingers scribbled fervently into the tea colored paper of his leather journal. He wrote his woes with utmost sincerity in obsidian ink. Bits of the thick substance splattered all over his hand and onto the desk. Speckles that rivaled the abysmal eyes of the beasts he had slain now stained the mahogany wood. A mockery to his ‘holy’ mission to cleanse the land of the curse that plagued the land.

The monstrous beasts that roamed the valleys demolished villages with no mercy. There was no end to the wave of madness that had sprung up over the last few years when the nearby villages became plagued with poverty and famine. The monsters seemingly sprung up from the ashes and began to try to attack the kingdom. It sickened Ludwig.

Many fighters have come and gone throughout the years. Many have even gone missing in action… yet Ludwig and Desiree remained as the top two paladins of the church. The only two that had fought side by side for nearly a decade… which was why Ludwig was so smitten with the white haired woman. She was a force to be reckoned with. A magnificent fighter he wished to keep by his side until he drew his final breath. An unattainable goal that was thwarted by a mere saintess. If that wench didn’t exist, Ludwig was positive that Desiree and him would have been wed by now.

It was all (your name)’s fault that Desiree did not covet his affections. The only good news was that (your name) admired him. A ‘holy’ woman longed for a pious man like himself. It was so pathetic, it was comical. A weakness he would exploit until his daydreams burst into reality.

Ludwig clenched his fist when he finished the final line to his long list of complaints about his disdain for a certain saintess. A big splotch of ink covered her name now which made him even more annoyed. Even when (your name) wasn’t present, she still disrupted his peace.

Ludwig stood up and moved his quill and ink back onto his desk. Perhaps a walk would clear his head?

Ludwig gathered his snow white robes and exited his study, the door slammed shut behind him.

Unbeknownst to him, the pot of ink toppled over and split all over his desk. A puddle of black now laid all over the floor in a river of ink. An insidious omen.

Desiree sat in the confession booth, her hands folded together while she babbled a prayer. Forgiveness… she needed forgiveness for her sin.

“I am in love with someone of the church but I can never be with them. For I would burn in a pyre if I confess.” Desiree’s voice was barely above a whisper. “Will god forgive me for my grave sin?”

“You are forgive. Your sins are absolved.” The priest told her in a soft tone. “Lady Desiree, your devotion to god is like no other but even you are not without sin. I pray that you never stray from our god’s light and bring justice upon the land. That the blood you harvest for healing the sick and strengthening our clerics continue in a never ending flow. Bless you Lady Desiree, the Righteous.”

Desiree nodded and gathered her white skirts in her hands. She felt better now that she had gotten this off her chest. Yet she could not deny the queer feeling she had for her beloved saintess… her friend. Her precious (your name). Her angel. Her muse.

Desiree hurriedly made her way back toward her room, her mind raced with impure thoughts. She must paint… she needed to paint her muse.

Desiree paid no mind to her surrounding in her haste and her shoulder slammed into Ludwig’s. The cleric nearly doubled over in shock and joy. Had fate finally united him with the woman he desired? This was the first time they’ve had alone time since their last hunt.

“Lady Desiree, it’s lovely to see you-“

“Get the hell out of my way.” Desiree shoved past Ludwig with a huff which caught the cleric off guard. When was Desiree so uncouth? So ill-mannered? This was not the female paladin he knew, no. This was not her. This was not Lady Desiree, the Righteous.

The man ran a palm down his long black locks in shock. His heart didn’t stammer this time when he watched her silhouette disappear around the corner. The magic he swore she contained had fizzled out and died. The image he created of her in his head disappeared with it.

A reality slowly sunk into Ludwig. Perhaps he was not attracted to Desiree, but to the idea of her…

Ludwig sighed, perhaps he could pry information from (your name) about it? It was so easy to get the information he wanted from the saintess with sweet words.

(Your name) had her uses and Ludwig would exploit them for his own gain. He needed to be sure on whether or not the woman he saw tonight was the real Desiree. For if that was the case, perhaps he would settle for the saintess.

Possibly.

Desiree slammed the door shut behind her once she entered her study. Her hand hurriedly picked up some paint off her oak desk, a few brushes clattered to the floor in her haste. She had an irresistible urge to paint the woman she loved… wait. When did she paint such a perfect portrait?

Desiree collapsed to the floor to caress the delicately painted features of (your name). A desirous shudder escaped her plump lips as she traced her fingers over the face of her muse. She would sin once more. Desiree deserved this, she needed this.

Desiree had slaughtered thousands of beasts and harvested their blood in the name of the church. She deserved a reward. She deserved (your name) more than Ludwig did.

Desiree pressed her lips against the painting with a moan. She didn’t care that flakes of acrylic paint were on her tongue, she didn’t care that there was no warmth, and she certainly didn’t care that she was sexually attracted to another woman. To Desiree, this felt right. This was god’s will.

Desiree hurriedly untied the sash to her robe, her bare body now revealed to the eye of the moon. The moon her witness of her great sin, of her love for her friend.

“God forgive me… forgive your selfish soldier for I cannot deny this earthly pleasure. I do not wish to break my oath…” Desiree felt a few tears fall down her cheeks, she felt as if she lost control over her desire. Her head spun with dizzying emotion that would drive any sane person mad… ever since the church had insisted their soldiers drink the blood of the monsters, Desiree had been restless.

Restless with desire for her unreciprocated love… yet she’d never tell her precious angel the sinful feelings she held. Desiree would take this overwhelming affection to the grave.

Desiree turned to the painting that lay on the floor with a smile. For now, she could be satiated with this… for now.

And while she indulged herself in pleasure, white fur and various eyes began to sprout on her arms.

This was the start of a transformation. The beginning of the end.

“Help me. Help me!” (Your name) shot up from the bed, her heart raced in her chest like a race horse. Her body covered in a thick sheen of sweat. Another nightmare…

(Your name) couldn’t sleep. She was often plagued by nightmares of people crying for help ins own sort of dungeon… and it terrified her. She often had psychic dreams due to her divine power, but never ones these vivid… or terrifying.

There was something amiss in this church. That there was an invisible evil lurking in the air.

(Your name) rose up from her cotton sheets, to quickly wrap a robe around her white nightdress. Maybe a walk would clear her head?

(Your name) slid some slippers on her feet, snatched up the oil lantern beside her bed, and a match. She hastily brought the flame to life to find her way through the dark. (Your name) wanted to satiate this inordinate curiosity before it killed her.

She quietly left her room and glided down the hall like an apparition. Her long robes billowed behind her in the light breeze once she reached the open windows.

The moonlight illuminated her soft features, making her appear angelic… a suitable appearance for the saintess herself.

She allowed her feet to guide her down the hall and toward a hidden stair well. There was a sinister phenomenon going on beneath her. A truth that screamed for her to discover.

The farther she went down the stairs, the stronger the feeling of déjà vu became. The wall became more familiar… it was the one that haunted her dreams. The one in her nightmares.

And when she finally made it to the bottom of the stairwell, her entire body nearly convulsed in horror.

This wasn’t a dungeon… this was a laboratory. A laboratory full of the clerics and paladins who went ‘missing in action.’ Or at least what human pieces were left of them.

(Your name) begrudgingly stepped forward to glance at the books that laid open on one of the desks. The church was researching immortality through the blood of the monsters? Is that why they encouraged citizens and clerics alike to drink the blood? Good god… this was a crime against their god. This went against their entire purpose…

“Kill me… kill me…” (your name) put a hand over her mouth as she quietly began to sob for the poor soldiers whose humanity remained in tact. They didn’t deserve this… but she didn’t have the strength to kill them.

How was she to know that the church wasn’t actually helping people? That the church merely wanted to research how to gain immortality?

She needed to tell someone… she needed to report her findings to the citizens!

(Your name) quickly scurried away when she heard voices. Unaware that one of the paladins that laid in the dungeons had caught sight of her…

“(Your name)?” A distorted voice asked softly in the dark, multiple clawed hands grabbed at the steel bars that kept him contained. “My lovely girl is still so beautiful…”

“Hello, (your name).” (Your name) nearly leapt out of her skin when the familiar baritone voice of Ludwig reached her ears. She quickly whipped around with a rosy blush on her cheeks. (Your name) hadn’t seen the paladin over the last few weeks since she had been so busy sneaking around for information.

“O-oh you scared me, Ludwig…” (your name) bowed to Ludwig to try to hide her embarrassment. “I’m not used to you seeking me out.”

“Is there a problem with me seeking you out?” Ludwig quirked a brow at her which made (your name) hurriedly shake her head. She was like a rabbit. It would have been adorable if he were any other man, but alas he had no interest in her in that sense. She was a means to an end to him was all. Nothing more, nothing less.

“Not at all… have you come to ask about my whereabouts?” (Your name) asked in an excited tone, her face lit up with hope. “I found out something rather interesting. You see, the blood-“

“No. I actually came here to ask about Lady Desiree.” Ludwig frowned at how instantaneously (your name) deflated like a ballon. He needed her for this info so he should cut to the chase. “I ran into her the other night and she seemed a bit off… I’m concerned about my peer.”

“She has been a bit off lately… everyone has.” (Your name) replied softly. “The two of you, as well as the other paladins and clerics, have been consuming a lot of the blood for power right?”

Ludwig nearly sighed aloud in frustration. Was (your name) trying to sneak her research into this conversation? He couldn’t care less about that, he merely wanted to know if Desiree was actually uncivilized.

“Yes.”

“Desiree has been quite stressed lately. She’s been working really hard.” (Your name) frowned at Ludwig. She may be naive but she wasn’t stupid, she knew Ludwig didn’t want to hear about her secret discover… no one did. “I think she should take a break for a while, maybe she’d get back to normal quicker? I’m worried about her too, Ludwig.”

Ludwig nearly screamed aloud in frustration. (Your name)’s information wasn’t useful at all! She wasn’t useful and it took everything in him not to wrap his hands around her neck and squeeze-

A flash of white hair caught his eye, which made him compose himself. There Desiree was- what on earth?

Desiree slammed her shoulder into Ludwig’s to bend down to hold (your name)’s hands with a soft smile on her face.

“You’re worried about me?” Desiree’s breathing is irregular and that’s when Ludwig noticed the bandages wrapped around her arms. Had Desiree injured herself? She didn’t have any injuries during the most recent hunt… “You don’t have anything to worry about, I’m perfectly okay.”

“Desiree, you have not been coming to my healing sessions and you’ve been so irritable lately.” (Your name) whispered, her eyes filled with concern. “Desiree, what happened to your arms?!”

Desiree looked nearly euphoric when (your name) fretted over her which raised alarm bells in Ludwig’s head. Why did Desiree act so strange around (your name) when he was right here? Ludwig deserved Desiree’s attention-

Ludwig felt bile rise in his throat when he thought he saw a red eyeball on the back of Desiree’s neck. What the hell was that?

Ludwig rubbed his eye and it was no longer visible. He swore he saw an abnormality on Desiree but perhaps his mind had played tricks on him. He had been exhausted as of late due to the mess the ink left behind on his desk and floor. It took days to scrub it all out. He had to get on his hands and knees like a beggar!

Yet there was still black ink stuck under his nails. He had tried to pick under them with a sharp tool but even then, the tar black wouldn’t leave his nails. It was unsightly… just like the disheveled Desiree before him.

“Nothing to be concerned about. I’m perfectly okay.” Desiree glared at Ludwig who seemed puzzled over the matter entirely. Desiree couldn’t stand that narcissistic jerk. “How about you come to my study with me?”

“Your study? We should go to the infirmary.” (Your name) grabbed Desiree’s hand and began to drag the paladin toward the infirmary. “Goodbye, Ludwig.”

Ludwig bit his tongue, his eyes narrowed at (your name) who dragged Desiree away. He was angry yet… why did Desiree look at (your name) like a starved animal? (Your name) was a helpless lamb… what if Desiree hurt her? Wait.

Ludwig felt his stomach flip in anxiousness. Why were his emotions so jumbled? Why did he care what happened to the saintess?

Ludwig went to turn on his heel to head back to his own study but an overwhelming emotion overtook him. He needed to follow them. He needed to know the truth.

And so the cleric slinked after the two in the shadows. Ludwig hoped Desiree didn’t find him creepy…

He didn’t think he’d be able to live with himself if his angel hated him.

(Your name) felt bile in her throat at the many eyes and patches of fur that littered Desiree’s arms. This was so much worse than she thought… Desiree was turning into a beast.

“It’s really not that bad-“ (your name) smacked her hands on Desiree’s cheeks. The healer slowly began to sob which instantly made Desiree frantic. “No, don’t cry. I’m okay-“

“I made a discovery awhile ago...” (Your name) sobbed as she placed her head on her friend’s shoulder for comfort. “The blood is tainted. It’s evil… but I can’t get anyone to believe me-“

“Darling, I assure you that I’m stronger than ever. This is merely a setback-“

“None of you are slaying monsters.” (Your name) muttered so softly, Desiree almost didn’t hear her. “You’re killing humans. I… I saw the missing soldiers in the basement and they started to turn into monsters. I don’t want you to go there too. I don’t want you to be an experiment…”

“I’m just so happy you care so much about me and the other soldiers.” Desiree smiled at (your name), her hands held (your name)’s in her calloused palms. “Your eyes are always on Ludwig so I had assumed he was the only star in your galaxy… it upsets me to see you fawn over that narcissistic bastard.”

“Oh I merely admire Ludwig. He’s very goal oriented and a great role model. He just makes me nervous is all. I don’t like him like that-“

(Your name) gasped when Desiree suddenly flipped her over to rest on the desk. Her hands desperately grasped at (your name) clothed skin. What on earth was Desiree doing?

“W-what are you-“ (your name) gasped when Desiree slammed her lips against hers in a hungry kiss. Desiree ground her hips into (your name)’s which made (your name) quickly shove her away. “Stop!”

Desiree gasped and began to stammer our apologies. “I’m sorry… I’m so sorry!” Desiree felt tears gather in her eyes from the rejection. She hadn’t meant to make (your name) uncomfortable… she thought (your name) had wanted to kiss too! “I don’t know what came over me-“

Desiree gasped when (your name) leaned forward and began to use her divine power on her. A warmth enveloped desire as the eyes and hair slowly began to fade away.

“Do you feel better?” (Your name) sucked in a deep breath before she exhaled in relief. A bit of sweat dropped down her forehead. She didn’t realize how much divine power it would take to reverse the change… but it was possible. “If you start to change again, can you come to me?”

Desiree nodded her head, her cheeks still red with embarrassment. How foolish was she to believe the saintess harbored romantic feelings for her…

“I’m sorry for doing that. I’m so ashamed-“ Desiree’s eyes widened when (your name) placed a finger over her lips.

“You shouldn’t be ashamed.” (Your name) gave Desiree a reassuring smile. “Loving someone should never be shameful. You just shouldn’t kiss people without asking them.”

Oh… oh! Did this mean Desiree had a chance?!

“Then… can I kiss you, Saintess (your name)?” Desiree asked in a hushed voice. Her silver eyes heavy with lust as her body caged (your name) to the desk.

“Of course Dame Desiree.” (Your name) was instantly pulled into a hungry kiss. The two women’s hands awkwardly roamed each other’s bodies until they found the perfect ratio of petting to kissing.

Little did the two lovers know of a certain paladin who had seen the entirety of their confession. Large horns began to sprout from his head as black fur covered his body.

What did (your name) mean she didn’t like him like that? Then why did she always seek him out if she didn’t love him? Was this all a game of hers to take Desiree from him? To play with him like a cat does a mouse until it gets bored?

No… he couldn’t accept this. They couldn’t be together. No, one of them had to be with him.

Ludwig quickly scurried off into the shadows before he was discovered. His body rapidly changing from man to beast as his jealousy consumed him.

When Ludwig finally made it back to his study, his new appearance horrified him. He was now as ugly on the outside as he was on the inside…

He was a monster.

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katieaki · 5 months

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living is revenge against this hateful world 🔪🐺💘

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weirdly-specific-but-ok · 4 months

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Pt VIII good omens a spoiler-free trailer

*walks into church, ignoring the gasps of the congregation* *holds mic to a terrified gentleman's face*

Have you ever wondered, what if the flaming sword at the Garden of Eden was insufferably in love with the Serpent?

*doesn't wait for response, shoves mic in shaking lady's face*

What if I told you, your bible studies are incomplete, because they are missing the most important story of all?

*cut to me in front of a white screen, walking seductively toward camera in a suit*

Worry not, for your prayers have been answered. Presenting, Good Omens, a kind-of biblically accurate story by Sir Terry Pratchett and Tumblr's own @neil-gaiman, now a TV show and queerer than ever. All you AO3 slow-burn hoes, we see you. You asked for it, you got it. Childhood friends is so last millennium, we give you instead, six thousand years of mutual pining.

*hard cut to David Tennant, whom I have stuck to a chair with Elmer's glitter glue* *he struggles, in vain*

Starring David Tennant and his signature slutty walk as Crowley, now in a ginger Barbie edition that comes with demonic eyes, every hairstyle and gender you could ever dream of, and instant outfit changes. It really is a miracle!

*camera swivels to focus on Michael Sheen, who is bound in blankets and looking deeply concerned*

Starring Michael Sheen the fae shapeshifter as Aziraphale, the sweetest, most cherubic murderous bitchy angel you've ever seen. Special features include automatic heart-eyes the moment he is faced with Crowley, a charming disregard for casual massacre in the name of God, and the instant outfit changes. Watch him melt your heart before breaking it! Bonus tip: try giving him sushi!

*cut back to the white screen, I am now sitting uncomfortably close to the camera*

Follow Aziraphale and Crowley as they alternatively try to follow and thwart God's ineffable plan, managing to spectacularly fail at both tasks with a consistency that amazes as it befuddles. Featuring alcohol, a bookstore, and metaphorical and literal fire as things get a little... heated in the Bible fandom.

*crossfade to Soho, I walk along the street as the camera follows me*

If that isn't enough to convince you, presenting also, idiot lesbians giving an ancient demon love advice, sexy horsepersons of the apocalypse, an unofficial wedding combined with burning Nazis alive where the most important part is the handing over of a suitcase, and the sexiest MILF witch Agnes Nutter, a literal bombshell.

*cut to disturbing close up of Neil Gaiman's face* *he tries to step away, and is met with my camerapersons*

Watch Neil Gaiman give you hope and shatter it again repeatedly, in a show where the literal apocalypse is only the background to a forbidden idiots who are lovers-to-lovers who are idiots story that is older than Time itself. Armageddon takes a backseat as Crowley serves gender, and if you thought the Antichrist was adorable, wait till you see him in Good Omens, where his evil powers are directed towards being the cutest kid he can possibly be.

*cut back to white screen, I smile ominously while twirling a human bone*

Good Omens, at your nearest Amazon Prime, with free UST, fluff, Queen, and plenty of tears. Don't miss it!

*text rapidly rolls across screen*

[Imagery has been used for representative purposes. No David Tennant, Michael Sheen or Neil Gaiman was harmed in the process of creating this advertisement. Good Omens will have expected side-effects, including unprompted sobbing, a Pavlovian reaction to bandstands, nightingales, holy water and 'the final fifteen', heartache for the foreseeable future, and intense lust for Crowley's elusive gender. Asmi is not responsible for any consequences resulting from the advertised product. Some features have been excluded from the advertisement due to space and time constraints.]

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mouse-of-dimitrescu · 5 months

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𝟷𝟸 𝙳𝙰𝚈𝚂 𝙾𝙵 𝚂𝙼𝚄𝚃𝚃𝙸𝙽𝙴𝚂𝚂 🎄 #2 J𝚊𝚗e Murdstone 𝚇 𝙵𝚎𝚖 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

Christmas Confessions ( nsfw )

Jane Murdstone X Fem reader

WARNINGS: mentions of church, slight blasphemy, the usual and expected lesbian sex, mentions of guilt, Mr Murdstone's brief presence.

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Initially, working for the Murdstones was extremely intimidating — especially when Miss Murdstone arrived: Mr Murdstone's sister. You found yourself freezing in place every time she spoke to you. You were a hard worker and always completed your tasks which was why, in early November, Miss Murdstone hired you as her personal worker. You would help her dress in the mornings and undress in the evenings. You would run baths for her and out her hair up in the mornings, change her hairstyles for dinner time and bedtime. Miss Murdstone was highly intimidating, No matter how hard you tried to get used to her presence. You soon realised that this intimidation made you feel things that an employee should never feel — yet alone towards a woman of a higher rank.

On Sundays, the Murdstones initiated a rule that the house and garden workers accompanied them to the church service. You despised this — finding the services a complete bore. On the Sunday, the week before Christmas, you found yourself sitting next to Miss Murdstone — the Raven Goddess herself. You fidgeted throughout the service and lip synced through the tedious hymns — unable to speak a word. You heard Miss Murdstone's sweet, melodic voice and silently prayed that her voice would whisper your name — fingers like lips, producing a sweet sound from a golden harp.

After the service, you walked out, relieved that the Sunday ritual was over. You followed behind Mr and Miss Murdstone as you all took a short walk back to the house, the housekeeper, Margaret, walked near you but no one spoke. You silently evesdropped on the conversation in front of you, to your surprise, you heard Mr Murdstone say that he would be absent on Christmas Day: he would be travelling with his wife out of the country which left Miss Murdstone all alone. Normally, Mr Murdstone would allow his staff the day off on Christmas. This time, things were a little different.

That evening, you heloed Miss Murdstone undress as per usual and she spoke up. " Girl, I expect you to work on Christmas Day. You're staying in the house with me. My brother will be absent as he is travelling with his wife." Without a word of confirmation from your side, Miss Murdstone walked towards the bathroom. You tried to pull your eyes away from her nude body but you couldn't — so you closed your eyelids, not noticing that Miss Murdstone was looking at you.

" Praying?" She bluntly asked, her voice unusually soft but tinted with amusement.

You quickly opened your eyes and shook your head. With trembling hands, you began to assist Miss Murdstone in washing her hair. She looked at you skeptically as you did so but you tried to ignore her quizzical gazes. You were more frightened and more awkward than usual. This was not because you had to work on Christmas Day — it wasn't as though you had any plans outside of your employment so assisting the Murdstones gave you some form of distraction. The problem was that you began to realise a deep attraction towards Miss Murdstone and you wished to help her in more ways than one.

" You're awful fidgety today, girl." Jane noted in annoyance and looked up at you.

" Y-ye-yes. Apologies, Miss Murdstone. I found myself rather out of sorts today." You admitted, not wanting to dwell on the topic any longer. " Which scent would you like this evening, my lady? Rose or lavender?" You asked.

" Rose." Jane kept her eyes on you the entire time. You eventually left so she could have some privacy while she bathed. Jane came out of the bathroom a while later to find you organising the items on her vanity.

She sat down at her vanity, leaving her nightgown open and occasionally exposing spoilers of her chest when she bent or moved. You tried to avert your eyes by distracting yourself with Miss Murdstone's hair. You made a soft, comfortable hairstyle as you did every night and got her nightclothes ready. You quickly helped her into them and afterwards she looked at you. Miss Murdstone gripped your chin and made you look up at her — you gazed into her eyes, finding it physically impossible to look away.

" What's the matter, girl?" Is it with regards to your ruined Christmas?" She asked sternly.

" No, Miss Murdstone. I am merely tired." You lied, feeling the grip on your chin loosen and she let go of you entirely.

" Then you are excused for the night." She dismissed you with a flick of her hand and you scurried out the room. You walked briskly down the hall and went to your small living space, getting ready for bed.

Mr Murdstone eventually left with his wife for their trip. The employees were dismissed — except for you. It was Christmas Eve and you busied yourself downstairs, preparing tea for Miss Murdstone who was knitting in the living room. You brought the tea to her with a small smile on your face.

" I made you chamomile, Miss Murdstone." You said, placing the tray down. Miss Murdstone sighed and put her knitting aside, taking the teacup from your hands. She looked at you for a short moment.

" Did you make yourself a cup?" She suddenly asked, sipping her tea and making direct eye contact with you. Only confidence and a blatant air lingered in her words. You frowned slightly and forced yourself to keep the eye contact with Miss Murdstone.

" No, I didn't think it was allowed." You explained shortly, busying yourself by unnecessarily cleaning the living room up.

" Don't be ridiculous, girl. It's Christmas Eve. Make yourself a cup of tea." Miss Murdstone ordered, sipping from her own cup and humming slightly in approval at the taste.

How could you refuse? You walked to the kitchen and made yourself a cup of tea, letting your fingertips trace the golden rim of the teacup. You drank your tea in the kitchen, not wishing to intrude in any manner. You initially felt immensely awkward: being alone in the same place as her.

In the evening, you and Miss Murdstone did your usual nightly routine. After her bath, she slooked to you. She left her nightgown open again, revealing teasing fragments of her slightly dampened body. It was too late in the evening for you to care about anything. You failed to avert your eyes from Miss Murdstone's body and you looked to her. She watched you with a slightly amused expression as she sat down at her vanity.

" Don't bother putting my hair up tonight." She said plainly, staring at you through the looking-glass.

You silently obeyed Miss Murdstone, finding the atmosphere extremely intimate — given that you were alone together and it was possibly the beginning of a very long evening. Jane watched your every move as you brushed through her hair. You admired how the dark strands fell over her pale skin and how her shoulders tingled with a shiver from the winter air.

" See something you like?" She asked, raising her eyebrow.

You quickly shut your eyes and looked down. You walked away and quietly began to clean up the conjoined bathroom. You didn't want to face Miss Murdstone. You coujdnt stand it. Not when you wanted to worship her so badly. Everything about her attracted you: her cold demeanor, her icy eyes, her melodic voice.

You spent a while in the bathroom, completely unaware that Miss Murdstone was watching you. " I've seen the way you look at me." She spoke up, making you jump slightly.

You immediately understood your words and stood up straight. Jane clasped her hands in front of her and you took a deep breath. " My apologies if I have come off as intrusive, my lady. I didn't mean it in a negative nor sinful way." You explained, trying to tone up the innocent act. Miss Murdstone silently walked up to you sjd gripped your chin for the second time that week.

" Don't lie to me." She looked down at you and you felt as though your knees were going to give way.

" My lady, I'm not." You lied.

" Jane." She corrected. You looked up at Jane for what seemed to be the first time. When she muttered her name, her voice was slightly softer — you wanted to melt right then and there.

" Jane, I'm sorry." You looked down, you couldn't bare to look at her. Not now. Not when she knew your thoughts.

" Say my name again." She ordered, leading you back into the candlelit bedroom.

" Jane. Jane. Jane. Jane." You whispered out. Tears fell down your cheeks. Jane wiped them away with her thumbs, not questioning them. She knew why you were crying: you were afriad, but you were also relieved that you didn't have the pressing burden of unconfronted guilt weighing you down.

" Stay with me tonight, if you will. It is pathetic to be alone on Christmas Eve." Jane whispered, her voice still cold. She made no attempt to comfort you but by that invitation alone, you were placated by her acceptance. She didn't turn you away. She invited you in.

You went back to your own room, getting ready for bed before going back to Jane. " Jane, I — what if someone finds out about this?" You asked, fidgeting with your fingertips, standing at the foot of the bed.

Jane looked to you. " Lie down, girl. And stop fussing." She commanded with slight annoyance. You quickly lay down next to Jane, wanting to obey her every command. You let your gaze linger and wander over her figure.

You noted how the nightgown carved itself over her soft skin — outlining every curve and muscle — emphasising every movement. The light from the candles casted a new perspective on her face, making the details on her cheeks and nose more evident. Her eyes shone from the fire. You noted the small wrinkles from her occasional smiles and the way her soft and slightly tired eyes moved as she looked at you. Her eyes wandered over you too, in utter silence you lay. She searched your eyes for and approval for a kiss and you nodded ever so slightly, eyeing out her soft pink lips.

Jane's hand wrapped around the back of your neck, pulling you closer towards her. He lips ghosted like a confession over your own and you felt your body begging for mercy, which Jane gave — pressing her lips against yours, consuming your breath, colliding it with her own. She kissed you with an urgent softness that you attempted to match. Your hand found the back of Jane's head, the strands of her dark hair tangled between her fingers. You didn't want the moment to rot away, and neither did Jane. She deepened the kiss, needing more. Her tongue slipped inside your mouth and you moaned slightly at the feeling, making Jane smile. Your bodies pressed against each other, the candle light coated your figures with a fixed but flickering golden tranquility.

When Jane pulled away, she looked into your eyes and kissed your forehead. You melted against her and held her hand.

" May I take this further?" She asked. You looked to her and nodded. Jane lay you down and leant towards you, placing your hair behind your ear as she gently kissed you.

" I've never done—" you stopped yourself from uttering the words. You didn't want the moment to cease.

" That's okay. May I be your first?" Jane asked, looking up at you. A shadow of desire clouded her eyes.

" Yes please." You nodded and Jane made you lie down properly.

Your newfound lover undid the ribbon on your nightgown. She removed the garment from your body and slipped your arms out of the sleeves. Your cheeks burnt with self consciousness and you instinctively brought your arms up to your chest, trying to cover your hardened nipples. Jane looked into your eyes and gently pulled your hands away from your chest. She taoped your thigh gently with her index finger — making you lie down properly. Jane leant down and grasped one of your nipples between her lips, grazing the peaked bud with her teeth ever so gently. You moaned and whimpered slightly — frowning with need at the unusual but pleasurable sensation.

" Jane..." You fekt your breathing grow uneven when Jane circled your nipple with her tongue. She granted the same attention to the other one and placed a kiss on your neck, nibbling at it slightly.

Your hands wrapped around Jane's back and you pulled her in for a much-needed kiss. Jane trailed her kisses down your torso, sending shock waves of cold shivers through your touch-deprived body. You felt Jane's hands grope your figure gently, familiarising herself with your form. You wantonly bucked your hips when Jane placed a small kiss against your embarrassingly wet folds. You press your legs and laid your head back gently on the propped up pillow. Your eyes gazed down at Jane who wrapped her arms around your legs, pulling your hips up slightly so she could have better access.

" You smell delicious." Jane whispered against your throbbing cunt. Her lips wrapped around your clit and you let out a small needy moan, not knowing what to do with your hands. You fondled with the sheets, trying to stabilise your body as Jane continued to pleasure you, picking up the pace with her tongue against your clit. After a while, Jane decided to do something different. She entered her tongue inside you and you let out a louder moan of Jane's beautiful name. Her hands squeezed your thighs and she used her teeth to gently graze against your clit, making your hips huck again from the unexpected stimulation.

" Jane...oh my god...I feel so..." You moaned loudly, feeling Jane's chuckles vibrate against you. " Jane, something happening." You confessed shutting your eyes as you experienced a strange sensation in your lower abdomen.

Jane watched your every move, continuing to speed up her movements. " It's okay." She whispered against you."

You heard Jane's words and you let go. Your moans became slightly louder — you didn't recognise them. You have never sounded like this before — so desperate, so unforgiving of your previous deprivations. Your body spasmed slightly with the shocks of pleasure and the thought of Jane coursing through your mind as you squeezed your eyes shut, wanting to savour the moment.

Jane eventually slowed down her movements and looked up at you, her mouth letting go of your cunt. She crawled up to kiss you and you accepted the kiss desperately.

" Did you enjoy that?" Jane asked, caressing your neck.

You nodded and smiled, you gently flipped Jane over so she was lying down on the bed, taking your place. You straddled her waist and Janr looked up at you, slightly amused. " May I?" You asked hopefully.

" Yes." Jane nodded and lay back properly on the pillows. You watched her breathing grow more uneven with each kiss you planted on her delicate skin. She let out little gasps when you sucked on the sensitive spots.

Jane spread her legs for you and placed a pillow beneath her hips. You smiled and hesitantly nibbled at her clit, trying to mimic the way she did it. Jane let out a groan of approval and gripped harshly onto your hair, drawing a groan from you. You began to explore her cunt, every hidden corner and every sensitive nerve ending.

You carried on using your mouth, drawing moans from Jane until she mumbled the word: " fingers." She frowned and moaned, her eyes closed as she gave in to the pleasure when you entered a finger inside of her. Her warm wetness coating it.

" More." She moaned. You happily obeyed her and added a second digit before moving them in and out of her dripping cunt, curling them up. You found her g-spot and began massaging it in time with your tongue's movements. You began to move in a faster rhythm, adding more pressure as you heard Jane moan with every nip and flick of your tongue.

Jane's body began to tense and tremble slightly as she neared her orgasm. Every muscle in her body felt alive with sensation. Your mouth and fingers increased their pace, your fingers thrusted into her, finding her g-spot once more. With a cry of your name, Jane reached her climax. Her body shuddered as the pleasure washed over her veins — a purification — a rebirth of sorts that would make angels envious.

Jane began to calm down a bit and she looked to you with a soft smile, still breathing heavily. She beckoned you to come closer and you obeyed. You lay next to her and wrapped your arm hesitantly around her waist.

" Thank you." She whispered.

You smiled. " Thank you." You repeated back to her. Jane smiled slightly and kissed the top of your head, holding you gently.

You and Jane got ready for bed and eventually fell asleep in each others' arms. If you perished that night, you would be content. The confessions that melted off your lips that evening were the only hymns you would ever voice. You looked up at Jane to see that her eyes were closed and soft breaths escaped her slightly parted lips. You smiled and cuddled into her, enjoying the wamth that her body emitted. You blew out the candle and in the darkness, you heard Jane's light breaths and you mumbled one word that only mattered to you: Jane.

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Round 5 - Catholic Character Tournament

Propaganda below ⬇️

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.

Kurt Wagner/Nightcrawler Propaganda:

good lord where do i start. in the animated series he converts logan to catholisism and then fucks off basically thats the main thing he did there. i think one time they tried to make him a demon to explain how he looked but everyone hated that. he sold his soul one time to help his friends out after he died. he and logan have a weird little gay thing. he was a priest one time but he was made a priest by a fake bishop from a religion that hates mutants iirc so he just wasnt a priest. like 3 people have written him in a way i like and one of those is my friend just talking about how they view him.

wow marvel loves making catholic characters dress/look like demons

Kurt is a mutant who was born to mystique who looks a LOT like a devil (technically is half one but that cannon truth isn’t real go back to bed), his mother dropped him off a cliff when he was born and he was picked up by a Romani group/circus (fuck old comics man) however he then narrowly escaped being sold to a freak show and found himself in a small German town. There he met a kind priest, who showed him God, and he quickly grew attached to the idea- However, it wasn’t long before people began labeling him a demon and soon the whole town was against him with pitchforks and fire. Cornered and injured, Kurt thought this might be the end for him- maybe he would see heaven so long after finding it- but he was then saved by Charles Xavier who invited him to the X-Men. AND ITS BEEN SO MANY YEARS AND HE HAS BEEN THROUGH SO MUCH THERE. SO MUCH. SO GOD DAMN MUCH. BUT THE MOST AAAA THING TO ME CONCERNING HIS FAITH HE WHEN HE LITERALLY DIED AND WENT TO HEAVEN BUT THEN BECAUSE OF DRAMA WITH HIS FATHER HAD TO BRING HIS FRIENDS IN WITH HIM FROM THE BEYOND. THEN WITH ALOT OF TROUBLE THEY FOUGHT HIS FATHER AND THE ONLY WAY KURT SAW TO STOP HIM WAS IN A MOVE THAT STRIPPED THEM BOTH OF THEIR SOULS AND PUT THEM BACK ON EARTH. SO KURT CANONICALLY HAS NOW LOST HIS ABILITY FOR ETERNAL PEACE, LOST HIS VERY SOUL, TO SAVE PEOPLE- AND ALSO TOLD NO ONE NOT EVEN HIS GAY LOVER WOLVERINE.

Nightcrawler is a mutant vigilante who looks like a classical demon. He can’t even go to church without people panicking and trying to exorcize him. Despite it all, he’s so full of faith and hope and compassion, and he wants to believe the best of everyone. Also, he’s bffs with an extremely angry Jewish sword lesbian. That has nothing to do with anything, but it’s important to me that you all know that.

What if you were a devout christian and literally looked like the devil? He nearly became the pope, which was a plot by some supervillains that also involved faking a rapture? There is nothing like comics I swear to god.

A catholic who is half demon I don’t think I can better explain a struggle than that. But his character is so relatable to people who feel unwelcome with their congregation because of something that is a part of them but still feeling a connection to the faith. Kurt actively engaged in his faith and shares how his faith helps him through all the things he has faced in life and how he found a home with those of the church who leave the judging to God.

so they made kurt a priest briefly before deciding to retcon it, resulting in nightcrawler actually being part of a plan by villains to promote him to pope then reveal to the world that the pope is a demon. wild.

I have a side blog and a tattoo about him and i really really want him to win

Wisecracking devil-appearing devout Catholic with the Best superpower (teleportation)? HECK YES

German Catholic circus acrobat who looks like a demon & can teleport through a hellish alternate dimension with a puff of sulfur. Character of all time.

hes catholic and his dad is the devil. what could be funnier than that. also hes my silly little guy.

Nightcrawler is the world’s most fun catholic priest. I first was introduced to this kindhearted teleporting acrobat while he saved a boat full of stowaway refugees from inter dimensional pirates with swashbuckling gusto!

#cct polls #tumblr tournament #tumblr bracket #tumblr polls #polls #kurt wagner #x men #nightcrawler #marvel #xmen #x men comics #marvel x men #r5 #the derry girls #derry girls #sister michael

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