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andi-o-geyser · 1 year
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*record scratch*
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Yup, that’s me, watching my future wife fall to the ground dead from a trap I set off. I bet you’re wondering how I got into this situation. Well, my life’s a little crazy, but it all began when my family was murdered in a political coup and I made a pact to create the first gun with a smoke demon...
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frillyfacefins · 7 months
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It actually makes perfect sense that Ozzie is into consent. He‘s a demon, after all.
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Let me explain.
If you think about it, there aren‘t actually many stories of either demons or fairies or any other kind of trickster ever forcing humans into anything.
They are going to fuck you over, sure, but they usually let YOU make a mistake first.
They bargain, goad you on, trick you.
The devil builds a bridge, he doesn‘t just abduct your firstborn. The fairies put food in front of you, they don‘t force you to eat. Succubi feed off your sexual energy, they don‘t magically make you horny.
Sin/transgression/damnation has to be a choice to mean anything.
See also: Nearly every horror movie ever. If that kid hadn‘t gone into the creepy attic (literal transgression), he wouldn‘t be possessed. If the camp counsellors hadn‘t been either fucking or pranking people, they wouldn‘t be getting axed.
The snake couldn‘t just shove the apple into Eve‘s mouth while she was sleeping, either.
Of course a demon would be interested in having consent on all sides. That‘s more people sinning, after all.
(And for the few weirdos who use Raphael from bg3 as an example of how evil a real demon should be… What is his big thing again…? Starts with c, ends with ontracts…?)
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arcanespillo · 5 months
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The Sins of the Father, Merlin S2E8
Defending Your Life, Supernatural S7E04
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rashoumonkitty · 6 months
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Everyone laughing at Akutagawa for wearing armor after what happened to him... Honestly, I would have done the same.
If they decapitate you once it is an accident, if it happens again it is due to negligence
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penandinkprincess · 7 months
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tbh she's so valid for that
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yeyinde · 1 year
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JACOB SEED | FAR CRY 5
You are not a hero. You are a tool.
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eraserhappy · 5 months
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What if Crowley is worried that Aziraphale is going Heaven because of the second coming BUT the reason is, he’s jealous because he thinks Aziraphale is going to fall for Jesus? Crowley is all “omfg Aziraphale looooves to judge ppl and that’s gonna be Jesus’ whole schtick.” And Aziraphale loves wine and Jesus is REALLY good at making it. And they’ll be chatting about their day at the office over wine and Jesus is all “I was created to forgive all sins. Forgiveness is, like, my jam, ya’know?” And Aziraphale is like “OMG meeeee too! I’m VERY good at forgiveness. It’s one of my favourite things” and Crowley can’t stop imagining Jesus falling on a bed crucifixion style, asking Aziraphale to “nail” him…
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committing mortal sins for the sake of science
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wecanbeperfect · 2 months
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THE CROWD'S RESPONSE
Acts 2:38 Then Peter said unto them, Repent, and be baptized every one of you in the name of Jesus Christ for the remissions of sins, and ye shall receive the gift of the Holy Ghost.
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snekmadehorrors · 11 months
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Snek's pick-up story
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skeletorswaifu · 3 months
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I will be starting the audio read of Dear Your Holiness in the New Year. 2024!!! I'm gonna start the year strong baby!
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@mollymarymarie
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Who's Gonna Love You In The Middle Of The Night
Just a little side thing that happens between some forthcoming chapters of my HOTD fic: Sins Of The Father. We're not really gonna see any of the stuff surrounding this in-text because it's side characters that don't have the most to do with the main plot (not atm, anyway, & not in a way we'll ever see their POVs in the main fic), but I talk about Ser Yarwyck Royce & Cassana Strong a lot with @emilykaldwen, & we're both incredibly soft for them. So enjoy some Caswyck because I needed to write Them™️. Main Fic [ship context] | Fic Art | Projects Page With Other Links | Title Song
Cassana startled when the door opened again, Yarwyck pushed unceremoniously through by the throng of Valewomen who had half stripped him during the procession to his apartments. Their apartments. She had a room adjoining his now instead of the private rooms afforded her as the only young woman in The Hand's tower.
Ser Yarwyck’s short ringlets were disheveled, and his belt and white, dagged bliaut with bronze studs had been pilfered by the grabbing hands of the procession. The pale gray tunic he'd worn underneath clung tight to his broad chest, and it falling down to his knees was probably the only reason his trousers were still on. Their close quarters, Ser Yarwyck’s objective handsomeness, and the lingering specter of the giggling women who'd brought him here made Cassana self conscious. Everything made her uncomfortably aware of her own body; of its undoubted (and exploitable) inadequacies, of its limited assets that only counted to some.
She crossed her arms over her middle, then frowned when that made it look like she was propping her breasts up, and uncrossed her arms. Cassana twisted her hands in her skirts. The white and bronze gown fit strangely now, no longer holding her up and in due to the lacings at the back of her dress and holding her puffed sleeves to the low, scoop-necked bodice having been tugged loose. The dress was only still tied enough to hang on her because Ser Robert Tyrell noticed her discomfort and put a stop to the other men's revelry.
Cassana and Ser Yarwyck both opened their mouths to speak, words stumbling over each other before they stopped short. They were silent for a moment and the air felt thick between them, or at least it did for Cassana.
“You can go first.”
She tried to smile so Ser Yarwyck would know she was grateful, but the expression would not form. Cassana looked down so he would not see. “We do not have to do anything if you do not want to. I am under no illusions of being everyone’s taste.”
“Who told you to take my line?”
“Who’s taste would you not be?” her brows were furrowed over a disbelieving gaze when she looked back up at him, “There is nothing wrong with you.”
“I meant about not having to actually have sex if you do not want to, it is not like we’ve had some sort of desire for each other beforehand…right?” Ser Yarwyck looked suddenly unsure, as if the possible incorrectness of his words had only just occurred to him. Given he had spent nearly a full year in Essos with Lady Ella without even sparing a single letter to Cassana, they probably hadn’t. She wasn’t offended, he was right, but it was nice knowing that he cared enough to notice things now at least.
“We have not, but I have not had to want you since we met to notice what you look like.” She sat on the edge of the bed, toying with the clasp of her white under dress: a small brooch depicting the branching rivers of House Strong’s sigil.
A satisfied grin spread across his face, it was easy and charming and made his eyes half-lidded. Cassana snorted, it was an expression she’d seen on her eldest brother’s face more times than she could count.
“Do not get too smug. You had very little to do with how handsome you are.”
“Still nice of you to notice.” He replied nonchalantly before grabbing the collar of his tunic from behind his head and pulling the garment up and over till it slid down his arms and dropped on the floor. Heat flooded Cassana’s cheeks, and she glanced down at her lap. She had not seen a man this intimately since that night over three years ago, it was exciting and shameful and it made her heart race.
“So I take it you do not, since you said something about it first,” there was a soft thunk from one of his boots coming off, “that is fine by me. I’ve heard girls can be nervous the first time.” Another thunk.
“I am not nervous.” Not about something that had already happened.
“So you just assumed that I don’t want to have sex with you?”
“I am not worth such attentions, Ser Yarwyck! Not meaningfully, not romantically.” The words came louder than she meant them to, ringing out into the silence of his chambers as tears pricked at her eyes. Ser Androw Selmy had made sure she knew that when she’d had to threaten him with her brother to keep him from spilling inside her, when he’d left her uncared for, when he’d stopped being kind to her once he'd gotten what he wanted.
The bed dipped as he sat next to her, and he gently bumped her with his elbow. Cassana looked at him from the corner of her eyes, and his smile was softer now; warm and friendly and a bit crooked. “Who said that?”
“No one said it…”
“I’ll fight him.”
“I said no one–”
“Cassana, you would not come to these conclusions on your own. I’ll fight whoever made you think so poorly of yourself.”
“Why?”
He blinked at her, slow and a bit confused. “I know I was rubbish at sending letters to you, I was rubbish about it with everyone, but we were at least friendly at the hunt and at Yorick’s wedding. You know, until that mess happened and everything got called off…”
“You do not need to trouble yourself.” She mumbled, going back to fiddling with the brooch.
“I like troubling myself with my friends.” The bed shifted again, and Cassana fully turned her head to look at Ser Yarwyck now. He was leaned back with his weight on his hands, and his pale blue eyes were fixed on her face. She did smile this time, and a chuckle soft as a breath left her.
“As your friend, I am asking you for the favor of not troubling yourself.”
“Alright,” he sighed, resigned to accepting her request. Her smile brightened, and she dropped her hands to her sides, resting them on the bed as her fingers spread out over the soft linens.
“So, do I get to fuck a pretty girl tonight, or not?”
Cassana’s face felt even warmer, and she was sure she was red as a beet. She wanted to say something, but all she could manage was pointing at herself and mouthing “me,” obvious unsurety hanging between them.
“Who else would I be talking about?”
Lady Ella, or any number of the women who'd half undressed him. “You think I'm pretty?”
“You said yourself that I don't have to have wanted you from the first moment for my eyes to work properly.”
Cassana smiled, giddy and anxious, before standing up and fully loosing her sleeves and pulling them down to drop onto the floor with Ser Yarwyck’s tunic and boots. She stiffened when she felt his fingers on her upper back, arching away from him as a tickle ran down her spine. She glanced over her shoulder to see him up on his knees on the bed, tugging the final laces of her gown undone before sliding it off her shoulders to pool around her feet. Cassana stepped out of the dress, and shot him another nervous, excited glance before she unpinned the brooch from her under dress and placed it on a table near the bed. She shed her final layers, and her heart hammered in her chest now that all of her pale, ample flesh was bared.
“Come here,” Yarwyck’s voice was low as he took her soft waist in his hands and pulled her back onto the bed. She squeaked as she was brought flush against his chest, and his laugh filled her ears as he rested his chin on her shoulder.
“Do not laugh at me!”
“Don't squeak, then.” He teased, wrapping an arm around her as he did.
“I will not squeak if you kiss me.”
He brushed his lips against hers, teasingly light until, giggling, Cassana tangled her fingers in the curls at the back of his head and pressed her own mouth more firmly against his. Her lips moved easily against Yarwyck’s, and she hummed into his mouth as his free hand came to one of her breasts, his calloused fingers toying with the nipple. Cassana shifted against him as heat pooled in her belly, and he groaned when her backside brushed against his cock.
“Hold still,” Yarwyck grumbled as he adjusted how he sat, “this isn't about me yet.” She looked at him, confused and flushed. When she did not say anything, he continued.
“If I cannot fight whoever made my friend view herself so badly, then I will have to make her feel better about herself by taking care of her how she truly deserves.” His fingers trailed down from her breast and across her soft stomach, making Cassana giggle as gooseflesh rose on her arms. As his fingers dipped below her navel, she parted her legs, and his hand came to her thigh.
“A little more, Cassana.” He gently moved her leg further, hooking it over his. She swallowed and adjusted a bit to get her other leg over his. With her now fully exposed to the dimly lit, empty room, Yarwyck’s hand went between her thighs, and she gasped when his fingers swiped through her folds. His movements were slow and deliberate, and he pressed a kiss to her freckled cheek as her teeth sank into her bottom lip.
Cassana whimpered as his fingers circled the sensitive bud at the apex of her thighs, her hips bucking up in search of more. Yarwyck kissed her shoulder, and everything was soft and wonderful and much more fun than the first time had been. Her hand flew to her mouth when he pressed one of his thick fingers fully into her, and she moaned into her palm.
His arm came from around her middle and he gently took her wrist, pulling her hand away from her mouth. “Don't do that.” 
“What-what if someone hears?”
“Why should it matter? We are married.”
That was right. Nothing needed to be kept from her parents or her brothers; this was his bed and his home and Cassana shared them now. There was nothing wicked about what they were doing and no one would get in trouble for anything.
She let herself moan and whimper as the need came, unmuffled by her hands and unexpectedly loud when Yarwyck slipped a second finger inside her. The tension coming up from the heat in her belly grew, a rope being cut that was barely hanging on by its final few fibers. Cassana’s breathing was erratic, and her hips moved in time with his fingers inside of her until the tension finally snapped. She arched away from him as her toes curled and she cried out in wordless ecstasy. Slowly, Ser Yarwyck withdrew his fingers from her cunt, and she leaned her head back on his shoulder as she panted.
“Feeling better?”
She nodded, and closed her eyes when he gently brushed his lips against hers again.
“You can keep going if you want to.” Cassana’s voice was breathy.
“Do you?”
“I think it'd be fun.” She trusted him much more than Ser Androw. Yarwyck had actually cared for her, and had only said nice things.
“Alright, let me get up then.”
Cassana moved from her spot between his legs and laid down on the bed. She rubbed the backs of her fingers over the pillow as he stood back up. Was this the side he slept on? Would she have to move later?
When Ser Yarwyck’s trousers hit the floor, she propped herself up on her elbows to watch him turn back around towards her. He was thicker than Ser Androw had been, and curved. Cassana's dark eyes were wide and her lips were parted slightly as she regarded him, she had assumed all cocks were going to be more similar than they apparently were.
“You ready?”
Her gaze darted back up to his face, and she brought her lips together again. Cassana smiled up at him as she nodded. A mischievous grin spread across Yarwyck’s face, and he dragged her closer by her ankles. She shrieked, before descending into a fit of giggles as he crawled on top of her, laughing himself before quickly kissing her scrunched nose.
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illiana-mystery · 1 year
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Since I'm deep in my priest kink now, I had to go back and watch Leland in action. And ooh boy, he's still as sinisterly sexy as I remembered. 🥴😵‍💫🥵
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Okay everybody I know we are upset but look on the bright side! We learned about Mercedes now, which means we didn't learn about her from the teens running into her while they were in Heaven! 🙃
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Gotta say most christians put satan on way too high a pedestal.
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steppesliver · 2 months
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on so many levels isidor was right. facing the future is the way of love. facing the past is the way of love. but the two are incompatible, and it broke my heart. sighs
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