#Gospel Of The Horns

[wakeupandsmellthecarcass]

I love gospel of the horns so much! I'm such a sucker for black thrash♡

[blackmetalvampire]

⚡ GOSPEL OF THE HORNS ⚡ 🇦🇺

[triste-guillotine]

GOSPEL OF THE HORNS "Eve of the Conqueror" MLP 1999 ('...The hammer will fall, Splitting the boundaries of life and death as we know. Cause we're a force, a force to be reckoned with...')

"Before one enters the palace of courage You must ask yourself : "Are you ready to die ?" Are you prepared to bleed, do you know what death tastes like Have you gazed into the blood soaked corridors of immortality

This warrior is armed to the teeth This warrior has life and death in the palm of his hands And sips the wine of mistaken identity And consumes the thought : "Is this my last stand ?"

Harness the beast from within The upper hand is ours All things sacred to you I'll smite The primal instinct to win

For man is never truly alive Until he has felt paralysing fear wash over him in a ruthless tide I'm guided by the power of the pentagram My honour, my devotion, our union..."

Eve Of The Conqueror | Gospel Of The Horns | Invictus Productions (bandcamp.com)

[bluedalahorse]

Blue’s self-absorbed YRS3 “revisions”

I’m someone who liked many parts of Young Royals season 3 and enjoyed it overall, but didn’t like other parts of it. As someone who enjoys breaking down story structure and character arcs and such, I’ve thought a lot since the season aired about what I would have done if the season had been in my hands and I’d been allowed to make revisions.

I decided to finally organize some of these ideas into a post. This post will be a bit broad, as I haven’t done a rewatch in a while, but I can see myself getting more specific after I do my annual Christmas-season rewatch of the entire series. (Soon!) So maybe that will show up later, in a future post. Or maybe it won’t and I’ll spend all my time writing fanfic.

These are, of course, solely based in my opinions, and my personal likes and dislikes as a writer. I’m sure there’s other ways the series could have gone. You might have different ideas of how to “fix” things for your own personal preferences, and that’s ok! This is a post that might appeal to some fans and have the opposite effect on others. But I figured I’d post anyway, because isn’t that what tumblr fandom is for?

Anyway, here are my unsolicited suggestions…

Part I. Return Felice to her investigatory roots

At the end of season 1, Felice got to be a detective and figured out it was August who leaked the video.

In season 2, Felice acts as Wilhelm’s sympathetic ear. (Wilhelm owes her compensation imo.)

I wonder about a version of season 3 where Felice could have been the gatherer of stories from her fellow Hillerska students. Not in a way where she’s solely doing emotional labor, but in a way where she’s trying to uncover the truth about the school and give the school inspectors the information they need to make their decision. Maybe she starts out thinking things at Hillerska aren’t too bad for most people, and her own negative experiences are a fluke. But the more Felice digs, the more she realizes the system has problems. This would integrate nicely with Felice coming to realize her friends are kinda fake, and rebuilding her relationship with Sara.

(I also would really love to see a conversation between Felice and Nils about what it’s like being two of the only students of color at the school, and in a “model minority” sort of way. Even an awkward, halting conversation. Ever since I read it in a fic snippet, I want MORE.)

I don’t love that they cut away from Felice’s interview in canon. I wish we’d actually gotten to see it, so we could feel the impact her testimony had. And maybe in a storyline where Felice is a more deliberate gatherer of stories, we can see her impact multiplied. I want her to feel like a key part of the decision to close Hillerska down!

Part II. Let Sara navigate an abortion storyline

I’m actually shocked this didn’t happen in canon. There were so many little moments that felt like foreshadowing for a plot where Sara is pregnant. On so many levels the show is about the line of succession to the monarchy, and also the question of whether or not we become our parents. What better way to make this question feel urgent and relevant than a storyline where Sara could be pregnant?

Obviously Sara’s feelings are the most important here, and I think it would encourage Sara to think about her own parents a lot and what she inherits them, the way she already is thinking about them in season 3. She’d also be processing her own shame and loneliness, and I think her potentially being pregnant might add to her reasons for self-isolating.

At the same time, this kind of plot would also add increased depth and stakes to Sara’s relationships. Sara and Simon? Both of them are becoming adults, and both experienced rather tumultuous first loves with some intense risk associated with them. Sara and Felice? Time to explore the role that women play in the class hierarchy, and how much emphasis is placed on reproduction in the Hillerska culture. Sara and August? August is still grieving his dad, so the notion of him potentially becoming a parent could throw him through an emotional loop. Pretty much all of these are grounds for rich storytelling! Again, I am shocked the writers didn’t choose this as a plot because it ties so many things together.

Of course there’s one relationship the show could choose to develop further…

Part III. Give Wilhelm and Sara a tie to one another

One of my biggest disappointments in season 3 is that Sara and Wilhelm didn’t get to build a relationship with one another in season 3. After all the time paralleling one another in seasons 1 and 2, it really felt like a letdown. They only exchanged one line!

Building on the idea that Sara could have started the season pregnant, I wonder what could have happened if—somehow, in episode 1 or 2–Wille walked in on Sara holding a positive pregnancy test. We’d have to somehow maneuver them into the same space, and that might be challenging, but I don’t think it’d be impossible. We can be creative!

What I was hoping for was a situation where Sara and Wille have a conversation about this, and Sara’s freaking out a bit, as she would be. And Wille actually manages to calm her down, and talks her through getting abortion pills and finds a way to stay with her on the day when she takes them. They see that day as a temporary truce between them, at first, though of course it allows them to open up to one another a little bit, and they begin texting even just a little bit, when they can. They agree to keep the abortion a secret, and promise to not even tell Simon about it. Of course, Sara opens up to the other main three over the course of the season, by her own choice.

If Wille helping Sara through an abortion storyline is too much, him helping her navigate a pregnancy scare could potentially hold similar emotional weight. I’d also like to see Wille meaningfully interact with a female character where it isn’t him and his mom in conflict, or him over-relying on Felice for emotional support without giving much in return. Like can we just have unexpected reproductive rights ally Wilhelm? As a treat?

Part IV. Give August and Simon a tie to one another

As I envisioned this Sara-Wilhelm scenario in my head, I realized it could be balanced out by a parallel storyline where Simon and August have to interact with one another in new ways. The season opens with the legal settlement between them, but it’s clear that the legal settlement doesn’t create catharsis. I actually like this decision. I wish we had gotten a chance to see Simon and August interact around their conflict, though, because the Simon-August conflict and the Wilhelm-August conflict were set up as two very different conflicts in season 1. By season 3 this had somehow become “Simon and Wilhelm together against August” which… I didn’t love. I’ve written about that before, so I won’t rehash it too much here.

So I asked myself what would happen if Simon and August were the ones who got into a fistfight in the library, instead of Wilhelm and August, and then it’s Simon and August who are thrown into mediation together with Boris. I get why Wilhelm and August were the ones fighting canonically, and it wasn’t a decision I hated. But in the universe in my head where Sara-Wilhelm interaction is happening, I like the idea of Simon-August-Boris interaction happening alongside it.

What follows is an opportunity for August to make real restitution to Simon, and for Simon to have a real chance to articulate how everything with the video on down affected him, and tell the truth to August. I’m basing this not in my own silly little thoughts, but in what I’ve read about restorative practice and how it can be used to work through these kinds of incidents. Simon and August don’t have to forgive and love one another and suddenly be besties, but it would be interesting to see them come to understand one another, especially given the things they have in common, and maybe talk more authentically. The scene where Simon notices August’s disordered eating tendencies during the sit-in would also have a lot more resonance if they’ve been in these mediation sessions together.

And then it could lead to my next idea…

Part V. Keep the Erik reveal, but change how it’s delivered

I know a lot of people didn’t like the Erik reveal. It was one of my favorite parts of the season, and built on a lot of what I imagined to be true about the characters. I cried when Malte delivered his monologue.

What if August doesn’t tell Wille it was Erik who oversaw the homophobic initiation? What if he tells Simon instead?

And then Simon is sitting on this piece of information knowing that Wille is grieving Erik, but that the truth could come out at any time, and it would hurt Wilhelm more. Simon is agonizing over whether to tell Wille the truth. Then, sometime during Wille’s birthday celebration, as the family tension escalates and Simon feels increasingly uncomfortable with the family’s verbal hagiography of Erik, he tells Wille.

Wilhelm is furious and breaks up with Simon in response. Simon leaves the palace. I feel like this would be an interesting twist on how their relationship has played out in the past—usually we have Wilhelm pursuing Simon and Simon setting boundaries, but now we have Wille shutting Simon out when Simon confronts him with something he needs to hear but doesn’t want to.

And over the next few days, Wille seeks out August and asks him, why would Simon say this? to meYou know this wasn’t true, that Erik wouldn’t do this, you were there. And August corroborates what Simon says, which leads him and Wilhelm into a difficult—but ultimately cathartic conversation—about what it means to grieve highly flawed people. Maybe there’s even a callback to their conversation from 1.4, where August talks to Wilhelm about grieving his dad. As a coda, August encourages Wilhelm to go and make an effort to win Simon back. August has lost his romance with an Eriksson sibling, so he knows how much the heartbreak hurts. He thinks Wille still has a chance with Simon, so he pushes him to do that. And thus the endgame endgames the way fandom wants it to.

In my mind this still leads to Wilhelm leaving the monarchy. It could even end in Wilhelm and August leaving behind the monarchy together, in solidarity. I’m leaving that open for now, but I like thinking about this as a storyline that could have been.

Thanks for reading if you read this far! I enjoy filling up my brain with these thoughts.

[altardream]

WE ARE BACK BITCHESSSS

[e-c-i-m]

Dear Child of God,

Jesus deliver us!

Love, ECIM

Video: Canva Music: Oh Lord My Rock - Unknown

[brujahinaskirt]

We're sucked into medieval Bohemia again, serfs, so I thought I’d whip up a list of my KCD1 Hansry-focused fics… since I realize folks may be hungry for Hans x Henry content that doesn’t spoil KCD2.

If anyone wants ’em, here they are! (Please consult the tags on ao3 for additional content warnings, and thanks @charlie-rulerofhell for making this pretty gif!)

rednightmare’s Hans x Henry fic list

A Strange Hunt

Mature. Complete.

In a storm, I think, 'What if the gospel be not true?’ – John Wesley Hal, Hans, and Theresa—chasing ghosts who cannot love them back.

Description: Three connected character pieces, one for each lead of KCD1. My first KCD fic, and I still think it’s my best.

Warnings: Canon (non-graphic) sexual assault in Chapter 1.

With Horn and Leash

Teen+. Complete.

It is Henry’s first winterhunt, and wolves are howling in the fields. Hans cannot understand why everyone is so afraid.

Description: Henry confronts Hans about his piss-poor lordship and the consequences thereof.

Lost in the Trees

Explicit. Complete.

Henry uses his time in the monastery to reflect on his life—as it is, and as it used to be, and his relationship with Lord Capon.

Description: A lengthy relationship study of Hans’s role in Henry’s life and recovery from grief.

In Spring

Mature. Complete.

Spring cannot last forever. Eventually, he will grow up.

Description: An exploration of the end of Lord Capon’s extended adolescence as he faces the inevitability of his future.

Without Home

Mature. Complete.

Ma, who knew more about ash and ruin than you’d think, once warned Father not to heal a wound with hot coals. “You be careful rushing things with fire,” she said. “You’ll get the bleeding stopped, for certain. But once it has—if it sickens—you’ll have a Hell of a time ever letting the blood back out.” The whole world goes to fire. Henry waits to bleed again for a long time.

Description: Henry confronts his grief and takes the only path forward: through it.

Fortune Favors the Bold

Explicit (eventually). Longfic, UNFINISHED.

An Amorous Adventures + Capon’s Champion DLC redux romp staged during a joust and narrated via three alternating POVs: Lord Capon, Henry, and Karolina. Silly and sad in turns. (Mostly silly, though.)

Description: A deeply dramatic longfic-in-progress. Alas, I probably need a new name for it now…

Prayer Before Morning

Teen+. Complete.

At Christmastime, even Hans must go to church. Because he is still Hans, he brings Henry along.

Description: Winter-themed sugary fic with a hard shot of lordship angst. One shot.

[tomicscomics]

02/21/2025

Happy Feast of the Chair of St. Peter (this Saturday)!

___

JOKE-OGRAPHY: 1. In this Bible story, Jesus warns Simon-Peter that his faith is about to be tested (during Jesus's arrest and execution), and although Satan wants to use that test to destroy the disciples, Jesus assures St. Peter, specifically, that He prayed for him, and that once Peter "turns back" (i.e. "returns to the disciples after denying Christ"), he must strengthen his brethren. 2. As per my pact with my patron (St. Lawrence), I am bound to inject humor into every comic, lest I face "the Cleansing." Thus, in the last panel, Jesus makes a pun. He basically reiterates what He tells St. Peter in panel 3 by saying, "Your faith will be ROCKED (as in "caused shock or distress" or "tossed by waves, like a boat"), but as the ROCK (Peter's name means "rock"), you must ROCK on (as in "continue to celebrate the music -- or, in this case, the Gospel -- like a rockstar")." Then Jesus waves a hand-gesture called "the horns," which rockstars use.

[cryptidghostgirl]

Make You Wish Chapter Four -- Vox

Pairing: Alastor x Reader

Warnings: I don't think there are any for this chapter? Correct me if I am wrong.

Word Count: 1,225

Previous Part: Chapter Three -- A Reunion

Master Lists 

Hazbin Hotel Master List 

Make You Wish Master List

A/N I wasn't planning on posting this until tomorrow, but it seems to have some rather excited fans so here is chapter four (and the fourth thing I'm publishing today. We're very done for the day. I am tried and have actual work to do.) Also guys, I'm screaming. I accidentally deleted the whole things right before I was gonna post it. Thankfully I had a draft from when it was almost done save but like, god that sucked.

On the screen was Vox, seated behind a desk.

"Top of the hour and we're discussing a certain has-been how has been spotted cavorting around town after a seven year absence." Vox was saying, a poorly drawn image of Alastor displayed on the screen to his left.

Y/n saw Alastor's ear twitch with irritation.

"Yeah." she sighed, folding her arms across her chest, "Vox has gone kinda crazy since you left. I told you, things got tough."

"Did anybody miss him? Did anybody notice? More on tonight's program." Vox said through the TV, shuffling a stack of papers.

Alastor changed the channel with another flick of his finger.

"Hun, don't worry yourself with it." Y/n advised, "He's still gonna be there tomorrow."

The new channel showed a talk-show set up, Vox-2-Nite, where Vox was both host and guest.

"So, the old Radio Demon is back in town." host Vox was saying to himself as guest.

"Why is he hanging around?" guest Vox asked, taking a sip from a mug that had 'fuck Alastor' written on the side.

"Al." Y/n warned, sensing her friends irritation growing.

"What does that mean for your family?" Host Vox asked before Alastor changed the channel again.

Vox was on the screen again, before a bright red curtain.

"Well, handily, I've got good news." he was saying theatrically, "He's a loser, a fossil, and I don't mean to sound hostel-"

Alastor changed the channel again. This time to one of Vox's mega church broadcasts. Vox stood in the center of the screen wearing a pope's hat with an inverted cross on it.

"But the demon is a coward!" he announced, his words matching the previous channels sentiments perfectly.

"Jesus, V." Y/n asked, eyes wide, "How many channels are you running this on?"

"You can take that as gospel. Pulling my viewers? Impossible. I'm visual, he's barely audible."

"Y/n." Alastor hummed, his eyes still fixed on the screen.

"Yeah?"

"You wont mind if I handle this quickly. We can have our little chat after, I promise. It wont take more than a moment."

"I don't know, Al..." Y/n sighed, crossing her arms and tapping her foot slightly, "This isn't good for you, letting him get under your skin like this."

Alastor changed the channel again. A cooking show appeared and Vox was standing before the oven, singing along to the music playing in the background.

"But he should've stayed away! While he hid in radio, we pivoted to video!"

Vox on screen turned to the oven as he sang, opening it and pulling out a deer's head on a plate. Y/n bristled at the site, her horns growing just the tiniest bit longer, her teeth just the smallest bit sharper.

"And now his medium is getting bloody rare!"

"Al?" Y/n asked sharply.

"Yes, darling?"

"I lied." Y/n turned to face him, "He took this shit musical. Rip him a new one."

"Oh!" Millie exclaimed, excitedly grabbing onto Moxxie's arm, "We're gonna get a show!"

Alastor's grin widened at Y/n's words, if that was even possible. He stuck his hand out to the side, his microphone materializing in his grasp.

"Lucky for me, I've got the best voice this side of the divide on my side." he noted, shooting Y/n a look.

Her eyes flashed red.

"You flatter me."

Alastor brought his microphone to his mouth, suddenly exceedingly calm. The imps present in the room watched in shock as his ears flattened along his head.

"Salutations, good to be back on the air!" he announced into the device, "Yes I know it's been a while since someone with style treated hell to a broadcast. Sinners rejoice!"

Vox's brow furrowed on the TV screen as he inched up close to the camera.

"What a dated voice." Vox shot back, clearly listening to Alastor's broadcast on the set of his cooking show.

"Instead of a clout chasing, mediocre, video podcast." Alastor continued, not showing any sign he had noticed the TV demon's insult, "Is Vox insecure, pursuing allure? Flitting between this fad and that, is nothing working?"

"Ignore his chirping!" Vox commanded from the TV.

Y/n laughed and, turning to face Alastor, realized the man held a hand out to her. With a smile, she took it and he spun her into his arms as he spoke. The music echoed through the office as Alastor raised the volume on the TV once again.

"Every day he's got a new format."

Alastor spun Y/n back out again as the pair began dancing.

"You're looking at the future!" Vox yelled back, "He's the shit that comes before that!"

As Alastor spun Y/n back into his arms, she laid one of her hands on top of his holding the microphone and pulled it closer to her face.

"Is Vox as strong as he purports, or is it based on his support?" she sang in a clear voice, Blitzo, Millie, and Moxxie's eyes widening with recognition at the sound, "He'd be powerless without the other Vees."

"That's true!" Alastor noted, pulling the microphone back to himself as Y/n let go of his hand and he spun her back out again.

"It can't be..." Moxxie muttered under his breath.

"Holy shit!" Millie cut him off, excitement creeping into her voice, "There's no way, Y/n is the guest star?"

"The fuck are you two talking about?" Blitzo asked, turning to Millie and Moxxie as they watched the couple continue to dance.

"Well, Sir," Moxxie began, fiddling with the cuffs of his jacket, "back before the Radio Demon went missing, he used to bring guests onto the show on occasion. There was one guest he never named during his broadcasts however. She mostly just sang songs and chatted with him but, she sounded an awful lot like Y/n did just now."

"You don't say." Blitzo hummed, his arms crossed as he turned back to Y/n and Alastor, "So much for little miss 'oh, my life has been so boring. You'd probably just fall asleep if I started talking about it!' She is so gonna get it later."

Alastor let go of Y/n's hand and leaned into the microphone, beginning to sing as well, using the music emanating from the TV as a base.

"And here's the sugar on the cream: he asked me to join his team!"

"Hold on!" Vox yelled.

"I said no and now he's pissy, that's the tea!" Alastor finished, ignoring the demon once again.

"You old timey prick!" Vox exclaimed, his face glitching slightly as Y/n wandered back over to Alastor.

She leaned an elbow on his shoulder, tilting her head to the side in amusement as they watched Vox struggle.

"I'll show you suffering!"

"Aww, the TV is buffering." Y/n said, leaning into the microphone, her voice dripping with sickly sweet pity.

"I'll destroy yoo-o-u-u" Vox exclaimed as his technical difficulties seemed to grow worse.

Alastor and Y/n exchanged a wicked pair of smiles as the TV flickered out. Shadows crept from the edges of the room, encircling their feet. Alastor held an arm out to Y/n once again which she took with a smile. In a flash of darkness, they were gone.

"What the fuck was that?" Loona asked, stalking into the room.

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Next Part -> Chapter Five -- The Conversation

[multi-kpop-fanfics]

Masquerade of the Sinners

pairing: ???!Joshua x fallen angel fem!reader

genre: smut. minors dni.

warnings: praise, dirty talk, mentions of incubus powers, unprotected sex (stay safe), creampie, sub!reader, dom!shua, religious imagery and defilement (again), making out, manhandling, spanking, squirting, overstimulation, hair pulling, mentions of blood and murder

word count: ~1.4k

summary: keeping up the appearances to deceive humans is joshua's expertise. but you have become the perfect apprentice, the mask of innocence bearing no cracks for the humans to gaze upon.

Author's note: hello beloveds <3 had a sudden burst of inspo thanks to the shua pics from the latest fansign and decided to expand a little on Fall From Grace :)

taglist: @junkissed @shuadotcom @bitchlessdino @duhnova

©multi-kpop-fanfics, 2023. No reposting allowed. No translations without permission allowed.

Another Sunday, another successful preaching from the altar.

A few months ago, Joshua was gagging at the idea of faking the role of a young and kind priest, devoted to God and His words. 

But now? After exposing himself to you and defiling you in a way only his kin know best, his daily life has become way more interesting.

It’s as if the bells of Apocalypse have rung in the Heavens and the archangels decided to send horde after horde of angels to execute him. Yet every single attempt has proven futile, with the heavenly creatures ending up lifeless in a pile of blood and pearly white feathers or breathless and full of his seed.

What’s even more amusing to him is that none of the puny humans around him have caught wind of his true nature.

“Hm. How foolish.” He chuckles to himself as he closes the small Bible in his hands. He goes to the small room where he keeps his robes and the rest of the books he uses for various ceremonies and other church activities.

Speaking of activities, he still despises the choir sessions. The gospels echoing from the mouths of the choir members and bouncing off the walls of the church always give him a headache, to the point of nosebleeds.

However, seeing some of the girls attend the choir just to ogle at him and purposefully wait during after hours to talk to him in private or for…other matters makes the whole choir experience a little more tolerable.

“Aren’t you tired of fooling around with these human weaklings, Joshua?”

You stand against the closed gates, leaning your back on the heavy wood.

Joshua’s lips curl into a wicked smirk. “Good evening, my dear. What brings you here tonight?”

“You know fully well why I’m here, you demonic creature.” You walk towards the altar and reach in front of him.

“Ah, of course. You want revenge for losing your status, don’t you?”

“Not just that.” You grit your teeth.

“What else then?” He asks, feigning innocence.

You gulp audibly, shame washing over your body when you remember the first time you let him ravage you like prey caught in a trap. 

You lift your shirt and lower your pants just enough to show him the two incubus tattoos engraved on your lower pelvis - a small heart surrounded by thorns and a star underneath their junction, connecting to another, larger heart with horns protruding. 

Joshua licks his lower lip hungrily. “So that is what you’re talking about.”

“You need to remove this, now.” You demand with a steady voice.

“I’m afraid I cannot do this, sweetheart.” He glues his eyes on you, irises glowing red. “The marks of an incubus are permanent once placed upon another body.”

“Liar, you were the one who put those marks in the first place! You must know how to take them away!” You raise your voice at him.

“The only way to not have these marks is to withstand and push away the charms of an incubus, Y/N. And as far as I remember, you did nothing of the aforementioned.” 

You feel your body lighting up on fire all of a sudden, heat starting to pool in your panties. No, he can’t be right.

“That’s the Gaze. Once someone looks at you lustfully, your entire body is immediately aroused.” Joshua explains.

“M-Make it stop.” Your voice comes out weaker than it was supposed to.

“I can make it stop for a while. But are you sure you want me to, pretty angel?”

You barely manage to suppress a whimper before pulling Joshua’s body flush to yours, smashing your lips to his with a carnal fervor. 

The last time you experienced this type of fervor was when he exposed his true nature to you.

Joshua moans in your mouth and wraps his tongue around yours, his arms grabbing your waist to manhandle you towards the altar.

He breaks the kiss and pins you on the sacred place, tracing his fingers over the larger mark.

“The one below is Trigger. There are two phrases I can say to you, each one with different effects.”

“W-What phrases are they?” You ask meekly.

“I already used the first one, angel. It was just to make you a tad bit hornier. The other one will just seal the deal.” He takes off his robes and reveals his chiseled body, along with his demonic horns.

“Joshua, s-stop making me beg already!” You kick your legs at him, but he grabs them by your thighs and reaches for the hem of your pants, pulling them down until they are completely off your body.

“That will happen too, sweetheart. But I wanna have fun with you first.”

He turns you around and pushes your head down on the altar, running his hands over the curve of your ass.

“For a fallen angel, you have an ass that would make even a succubus jealous.” He spanks your ass twice and then runs his hands over your back, raising your shirt to expose the scars on your back, where your wings once existed.

“You have been so good at blending in with the humans here and attending church every Sunday like a good little lamb, listening to my preachings as if I was your God.”

You let out a loud moan as you clench around emptiness, wetness starting to drip down your thighs. Joshua rips them in half with his hands and takes out his cock, rubbing the tip between your folds.

“Shua, please, fuck me, please!” You grip the edge of the altar, begging for something inside you.

Joshua lets out a deep chuckle. “Can’t deny you when you beg so prettily.” 

He slams his cock inside you with one fluid thrust, your thighs shaking from feeling full in a split second.

“You’re taking me even better than last time, little angel. I’m impressed.” He leans his torso on your back, caging you between the cold surface and his body. “You are just so good at everything, aren’t you?”

“T-Thank you, thank you so m-much, Shua.” You answer between short sobs, body jerking forward with each thrust he delivers.

“It’s so rewarding to see you don the pretty mask of the kind newcomer who is so pure and innocent, as if you were the new guardian angel of this town.” He grips your hair and pulls it violently. “Only for me to crush it into millions of pieces every night on this damn altar, like I’ve done with your former brothers and sisters.”

Under different circumstances, you would have driven a blade of Empyrean steel through his skull, but the nearly mind-numbing pleasure has made you a pliant mess in Joshua’s hands.

And you consciously love it.

It could be the marks on your body, but ever since you fell from Heaven, you’ve been craving his touch, his gaze, his voice, his everything.

“There is something about you that makes me want to keep you for myself, away from any living being, be it human, angel or even demon.” He admits between pants, a clear signal of his impending orgasm. 

“S-Shua, I- n-”

“I know, angel, I know.” He pants and lets go of your hair to wrap his arms around your torso and lift it off the altar, flush to his chest.

“I’m cumming!” You scream on top of your lungs, voice echoing in the empty church as you reach your climax and squirt all over the altar. Joshua doesn’t stop pistoning his hips against your ass, overstimulating you on purpose.

“You look so hot when you make a mess in God’s house, little lamb.” He moans in your ear and cums inside you, painting your insides white with his load. His hand caresses the glowing womb tattoos, the red sheen matching the one emitting from his hellish eyes.

You turn your head around and kiss him, teeth and tongue messily clashing with each other.

“I c-cannot see God anymore.” You confess breathlessly.

Joshua gives you a sardonic smile as he slips out of you and rolls you on your back so you can face him in all of his glory, his cum staining your legs.

“Your God stands in front of you, little lamb.”

[wakeupandsmellthecarcass]

Random songs/bands I'm obsessed with currently💌

I really love Cirkeln and gospel of the horns♡

[thechanelmuse]

My Top Albums/EPS of 2025

It's that time again where I give y'all my end-of-the-year music list and take over your dashboard. Hopefully some of these projects or artists will be new to you.

I would love for y'all to tell me your faves this year.

Here's my list:

JAZZ

Charles McPherson - Reverence

Christian McBride & Edgar Meyer - But Who's Gonna Play the Melody

Christian Sands - Embracing Dawn

Immanuel Wilkins - Blues Blood

Jazzmeia Horn - Messages

Jeremy Pelt - Tomorrow's Another Day

Joel Ross - nublues

Kamasi Washington - Fearless Movement

Keyon Harrold - Foreverland

Lakecia Benjamin - Phoenix Reimagined (Live)

Miles Davis - Miles '54: The Prestige Recordings

Miles Davis Quintet - Miles In France 1963 and 1964 - The Bootleg Series, Vol. 8

New Brass Band featuring Trombone Shorty - Live at the 2024 New Orleans Jazz & Heritage Festival

Nubya Garcia - Odyssey

Samara Joy - Portrait

SOUL/BLUES (ROCK)

Baby Rose with BADBADNOTGOOD - Slow Burn (EP)

Brittany Howard - What Now

Christone “Kingfish” Ingram - Live in London (Expanded Edition)

Jerron Paxton - Things Done Changed

Jovin Webb - Drifter

Lizz Wright - Shadow

GOSPEL

Cory Henry - Church

Karen Clark Sheard - Still Karen

Ricky Dillard - Choirmaster II (Live)

Tamela Mann - Live Breathe Fight

COUNTRY/AMERICANA

Beyoncé - Cowboy Carter

Brittney Spencer - My Stupid Life

Caitlyn Smith - I Think of You (The Heartache Collection)

Elles Bailey - Beneath the Neon Glow

Gabby Barrett - Chapter and Verse

Lainey Wilson - Whirlwind

Luke Combs - Fathers & Sons

Mickey Guyton - House On Fire

Rvshvd - It's Rashad

Tanner Adell - Buckle Bunny (Deluxe) — 2023 album

FOLK

Bessie Jones, John Davis & The Georgia Sea Island Singers - The Complete Friends of Old Time Music Concert

Jessica Pratt - Here In the Pitch

Yasmin Williams - Acadia

ROCK

The Black Keys - Ohio Players (Trophy Edition)

Lenny Kravitz - Blue Electric Light

Linkin Park - From Zero

Olivia Rodrigo - Guts (spilled)

Sum 41 – Heaven :x: Hell

BLENDED GENRES

Amythyst Kiah - Still and Bright

Boney James - Slow Burn

Charlotte Day Wilson - Cyan Blue

Eva Cassidy - Walkin' After Midnight

Gallant - Zinc

Judith Hill - Letters From a Black Widow

Madison Ryann Ward - Purified Love

Marsha Ambrosiuos - CASABLANCO

Matthew Whittaker - On Their Shoulders: An Organ Tribute

Tank and The Bangas - The Heart, The Mind, The Soul

Victoria Monét - Jaguar II: Deluxe

Willow Smith - empathogen

R&B

Andra Day - CASSANDRA (cherith)

Avery*Sunshine - So Glad to Know You

BJ The Chicago Kid - Gravy (Deluxe)

Derand Benarr - En Route

Kenyon Dixon - The R&B You Love: For the '99 and the 2000s

Kyle Dion - If My Jeans Could Talk

Lalah Hathaway - VANTABLACK

Ledisi - Good Life

Lucky Daye - Algorithm

Muni Long - Revenge

NxWorries - Why Lawd?

Ravyn Lenae - Bird's Eye

SiR - HEAVY

Usher - Coming Home

RAP

Big Sean - Better Me Than You

Common & Pete Rock - The Auditorium Vol. 1

Doechii - Alligator Bites Never Heal

Kendrick Lamar - GNX

LL Cool J - The Force

MC Lyte - 1 of 1

Rapsody - Please Don't Cry

ScHoolboy Q - BLUE LIPS

POP

Ariana Grande - Eternal Sunshine

Billie Eilish - HIT ME HARD AND SOFT

Caroline Polachek - Desire, I Want To Turn Into You: Everasking Edition

Chappell Roan - The Rise and Fall of a Midwest Princess

Christina Aguilera - The 25th Anniversary of Christina Aguilera

Gavin DeGraw - Chariot 20

James Bay - Changes All the Time

Sabrina Carpenter - Short n' Sweet

Teddy Swims - I've Tried Everything but Therapy (Part 1.5)

Tori Kelly - TORI.

HOUSE/ELECTRONIC

Durand Bernarr & Charlie Vettuno - Charlie Vettuno Presents… Where in the World is Carmen Randiego?

KAYTRANADA - TIMELESS

HOLIDAY

Boney James - Soulful Holiday Sax

Ella Fitzgerald & Louis Armstrong - Ella & Louis Wish You a Swinging Holiday

Jennifer Hudson - The Gift of Love

Kelly Clarkson - When Christmas Comes Around...Again

[thislovintime]

Peter Tork with the Fairfax Street Choir.

“What a group! 35 voices strong; some harmonies! It was something, very encouraging, very comforting.” - Peter Tork, Goldmine, May 1982 “As soon as The Monkees was over, I went to Marin County to try to recapture some of my Greenwich-Village-days happiness, and I did. I was very, I was very lucky, there was a lovely scene in Fairfax, Marin County, and I had a great time up there for a couple of years, worked as a waiter in a cooperative restaurant and it was great, it was actually great. The thing about The Monkees, it was so difficult, was to be yanked out of — off the street, flung to the pinnacle and then, you know, and then dropped... So I went back to the street, where I’d, you know, gotten my roots together. It was great.” - Peter Tork, GOLD 104.5, 1999 “Back in Marin, Peter Tork began to hang out at the Sleeping Lady. (He works there as a waiter now.) One night The Fairfax Street Choir was there. He was amazed. He saw a home. He joined. Peter Tork grins as he adds: ‘In some ways I was a cold, lonely hitchhiker being picked up by a warm school bus.’ That school bus consists of 30 or so people. Not just singers either. There’s a complete rhythm section, horns and dancers. Yes dancers. A total communication operation. Only this one works. They do make fine music. It’s the kind of music that makes you feel good. When they start playing again in the Bay Area this September, see them and see if their new brand of old gospel doesn’t get you smiling before they’re three bars into the first number. They’re infectious that way.” - article by Chuck Stepner, The San Francisco Examiner, September 16, 1973 “To us, he wasn’t famous, he was just Peter. […] He was just a sweet, dear man that, you know, everybody loved… He was just a good guy.” - Marla Hunt Hanson, interview with the Nesmith Tork Goffin & King podcast, February 2020

[sinfulscorchings]

(𝕨𝕙𝕚𝕤𝕜𝕪) 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕞𝕪 𝕛𝕠𝕙𝕟𝕟𝕪 . *. ⋆ 𝕛𝕠𝕙𝕟𝕟𝕪 '𝕤𝕠𝕒𝕡' 𝕞𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕒𝕧𝕚𝕤𝕙

➼ ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ ⋆ ꜱᴏᴀᴘ x ꜰ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

➼ ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ ⋆ ᴀ ɴɪɢʜᴛ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴜʙ ʜᴀꜱ ᴀ ᴅʀᴜɴᴋ ᴊᴏʜɴɴʏ ᴛʀʏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ɢᴇᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴀꜱᴋ ꜰᴏʀᴄᴇ ᴛᴏ ꜱɪɴɢ ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ʜᴇᴀʀ��ʏ ꜱᴇᴀ ꜱʜᴀɴᴛɪᴇꜱ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴅɪᴅ ᴀʟᴡ��ʏꜱ ꜱᴀʏ ɪᴛ ᴡᴀꜱ ʜᴀʀᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴇɴʏ ʜɪᴍ.

➼ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ ⋆ ꜰʟᴜꜰꜰ, ʜᴜᴍᴏʀ, ᴅᴏʀᴋꜱ ɪɴ ʟᴏᴠᴇ, ᴘɪɴɪɴɢ, ᴅʀᴜɴᴋᴇɴɴᴇꜱꜱ, ᴅʀɪɴᴋɪɴɢ, ꜱᴇᴀ ꜱʜᴀɴᴛɪᴇꜱ (ꜱᴏᴀᴘ ꜰᴜᴄᴋɪɴɢ ʟᴏᴠᴇꜱ ᴇᴍ), ᴛʜɪꜱ ʜᴀꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏꜱᴛ ᴡᴀᴄᴋ ᴘʀᴇᴍɪꜱᴇ ᴏɴ ᴇᴀʀᴛʜ ʙᴜᴛ ʙᴇᴀʀ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴍᴇ, ɢᴀᴢ ɪꜱ ᴀ ᴛᴏᴛᴀʟ ʜᴏᴍɪᴇ, ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ɪꜱ ꜱᴏᴏᴏᴏᴏᴏᴏᴏᴏᴏᴏ ɪɴᴛᴏ ꜱᴏᴀᴘ ɪᴛꜱ ᴀʟᴍᴏꜱᴛ ꜱɪᴄᴋᴇɴɪɴɢ

➼ ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ ⋆ 2ᴋ

➼ ᴘᴏᴠ ⋆ ꜱᴇᴄᴏɴᴅ ᴘᴇʀꜱᴏɴ

➼ ꜱᴏᴜɴᴅᴛʀᴀᴄᴋ ⋆ ʀᴀɴᴅʏ-ᴅᴀɴᴅʏ ᴏʜ, ɢᴏᴏᴅ ᴍᴏʀɴɪɴɢ ʟᴀᴅɪᴇꜱ, ᴡʜɪꜱᴋʏ ᴊᴏʜɴɴʏ ᴏ'

⋆ ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴇ ʙᴇ ɢᴇɴᴛʟᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴍᴇ ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰɪʀꜱᴛ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ɪᴍ ᴘᴏꜱᴛɪɴɢ ᴀɴʏ ᴄᴏᴅ ꜰᴀɴꜰɪᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ᴀɴᴅ ɪᴍ ꜱᴄᴀʀᴇᴅ

⋆ ★ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴏɴ ᴀᴏ3 . *. ⋆

The unmistakable sound of stentorian banter echoing through the pub walls leaves no room for your eyes to linger anywhere else. Price reluctantly allowed his men to have a lax night off base before they were off on another long op in the Afghan valleys, and you’d been hooked by the arm and asked so cordially to join by the dashing scot sergeant. 

Soon enough, you’re being led by the hand out of the base and piled into the back of a cabbie squished between him and Gaz and headed straight to the nearest pub. You stood no chance against that handsome smile and bright blue eyes, anyway.

His laughter now demands all your attention and brings your heart to a halt every time you catch his gaze.

Soap is drunk. Very, very drunk. You’re unsure if you’ve seen him so loose with his body, sturdy shoulders swaying to an invisible tide, firm hands twitching and curling around his glass. He leans against the booth the rest of the task force is sitting, smile bearing low, lazy yet purposeful, lashes so perfectly framing those little pockets of sky.

No matter how long you look at him, you don’t think you’ll ever get over how pretty he is. Whether or not he’s aware of how smitten you are doesn't stop you.

You wouldn’t say you had a crush on Johnny. That word was so… juvenile. And putting on labels on feelings like this are too difficult, anyway. Rather than trap it in a box, you’ll just let your feelings roam and flourish how it pleases. 

Your feelings have previously decided to make your heart leap every time you see his handsome smile, then even more when it’s directed in your direction. They also decided his words are gospel worth wrapping your mind around for hours late at night, hoping your over-analysis will lead to a hefty payoff instead of delusion. 

His loud groan takes you out of your slow descent into dissociation.

“Bunch o’ baws, ye are,” he complains. Ghost leans back further into the booth cushion, getting more comfortable as he observes Johnny’s state. He doesn’t have to worry about getting up any time soon; he knows you would lunge immediately to pick him up when he inevitably flounders his way to the ground.

“Baws?” Price asks, bringing his glass of half-drunk whiskey to his lips.

“Aye,” Soap responds, “Baws. th’lads that hang under ye knob.”

The party stares in absent confusion. Soap groans.

“J’st forget it.”

His hand waves through the air dismissively before landing on Gaz’s shoulder. 

“At least ye can join me for a song, aye?”

Gaz tilts his chin down, lips pursed.

“A song?” His tongue slips over the sound he tries to make. Though still drunk, Soap makes him look merely the slightest bit tipsy beside each other.

Johnny mutters something along the lines of ‘yes’ before he leans down, hollering in the quietest, yet boisterous voice, barely in tandem with the staff notes,

“Now we are ready to sail for the horn!”

Gaz immediately jolts up from his seat as though summoned, hand landing on his opposite shoulder and gripping it. They sing in unison, louder than before,

“Weigh hey, roll and go!” 

Soap cheers as he successfully recruits another to his cause. 

“Our boots and our clothes, boys, are all in the pawn—“

The two wrap an arm around each other. Johnny still has his fingers curled around a half-nursed glass but pays no mind to how it sloshes and spills while he belts proudly.

“To be rollicking randy dandy-oh!”

“ Christ ,” Simon rumbles, rubbing his forehead over his balaclava, elbows braced on the table. “Didn’t come to the pub to hear Johnny’s damn singing.”

Your attention shifts from the singing muppets to the two remaining men sitting in the booth with you. Price nods in agreement.

“Didn’t expect anything more or less,” he remarks. Simon shrugs and leans back into the cushions.

“S’pose so.”

You tilt your head, lips downturned in an almost pout, and beckon,

“Well, I find it entertaining.”

Price huffs, rapping his fingers against the table.

“‘No surprise to us, love.”

The squeak you barely manage to keep in your throat constricts any chance you had of coming up with a quick, witty reply. Instead, you cough and push your eyebrows together.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” 

Price opens his mouth, but then a large, warm hand is placed on your shoulder and coaxes you to turn. You turn just your head to face Johnny. He flashes a toothy grin. Your heart melts for him even more.

“Won’t ye join me, bonnie?”

You frown, hesitantly placing your hand over his, and whine gently,

“I dunno, I’d rather not strain my voice or—“

“Ah, c’moan!” He leans in further, and you can practically taste the liquor on his lips from the proximity. “Ye ken th’words, dinnae ye?”

His insistence has you rolling your eyes yet still equally pliant. Of course, you know the words. You know them to every single one of his shanties, only due to his constant singing. Practically every time you pass by the men’s showers or the barracks or the rec center or the damn shooting range you hear his cheerful croons; in vans and trucks and plans on ways to ops, he entertains himself with the music and gets Kyle to sing along with him in grand, rather silly voices. It doesn’t help that you're so infatuated with the sound of his voice and the glow of his presence that it’s hard not to pay attention.

You sigh.

“I do, but–”

“Then ye should join me!”

Barely managing to resist, you curtly shake your head. Soap leans his head back, gaze piercing the ceiling, and boos.

“Fine,” He concedes, or at least you think; his lips curl into a mischievous grin. “If ah’ament convincing ye, listen to one more song.”

He releases you from his grasp and winks cheekily before he wraps an arm around Gaz and begins the next song. But the mere moment you hear the first lines, you know he deliberately chooses it for the reaction it would elicit out of you.

“We are outward bound for Kingston town, with a heave-o, haul!”

It does exactly what he intends. Your mouth falls ajar and you giggle, crossing your legs and adjusting to face him better. The two sergeants sing loud and in an expanse that reaches the whole bar, but not once, does Johnny sever the connection between the two of you with your eyes. He keeps his stare right on you.

“And we’ll heave the old wheel round and round, good morning ladies all!”

At this point, they’ve easily caught the attention of other patrons, cheers ringing from different corners and agreement with the sentiment. They’ll gladly say hello to any ladies that might find a liking to rowdy drunkard men. Gaz turns to rile the crowd further, but Soap doesn’t.

As he reaches the end of the final verse, the words begin to slur.

“So a long goodbye to all you dears, with a heave-o, haul!”

His swaying comes to a gradual halt, but Gaz puffs his chest out and belts out proudly instead to compensate. Johnny’s eyes are on you, steady while he sings.

“Don’t cry for us, don’t waste your tears, good morning bonnies all!”

The subtle lyric change comes so naturally you barely register it. They finish their song and the bar cheers, delighted and inebriated, while Johnny stumbles back to the booth and leans a hand on the cushion, caging your body with his.

“Did that convince ye, hen?” He speaks in a brash, cheeky manner. You chuckle softly, cheeks swelled with unbridled delight, before belting out strong and proud,

“Whisky is the life of man—“

As if they couldn’t get any brighter, Johnny’s eyes light up. He finishes the phrase for you.

“—Whisky, Johnny!”

Without warning, his warm hands grasp your waist and lift you to your feet; you yelp quietly and he smiles. 

His grasp leaves quickly thereafter; you solemnly droop your shoulders with the loss of sensation. But then his hand clumsily interlocks with yours and he pulls you to the center where Kyle bends at the knees in eager anticipation. 

It must have been those pesky delusions of yours again, but everyone’s eyes were on you. You and Johnny with your hands interlocked with yours and his little smile that’s so intimate that you could be certain it was only meant for you.

It was so much. Maybe a little too much.

Flushed, your lips seal shut and you cover your mouth, face red and warm. Johnny’s hand comes to grasp that wrist, his hold surprisingly firm.

“None o’ that, bonnie,” his voice is hushed, as if it’s a secret between you. “Dinnae hide that pretty face. Sing wi’ me.”

Your lashes flutter when you finally look Johnny in the eye. Instantly, the moment his stare seeps into your skin and travels down your body, through your spine, lands in the pit of your stomach and makes the hair on your legs stand up, you look down again. Fuck, bad decision. Even when he’s this plastered his stare is intense enough for you to hitch your breath and anticipate a flush rushing to your cheeks. He’s a goddamn warlock; there’s no chance you’ll break free from his spell.

He starts for you.

“O, I drink whiskey when I can–”

You continue the song, lips gently parted.

“--Whiskey, Johnny!”

The smile he graces you ( and just you ) with makes your stance weaken even more. His hand is still interlocked with yours though, and something in you thinks he wouldn’t let you sink to the floor.

Gaz appears between the two of you, a hand on one shoulder each.

“I drink it out of an old tin can–” He belts.

“--Whiskey for my Johnny O!” You finish for him. Johnny cheers and raises your conjoined arms in a lazy air fist. 

“That’s whit a’m talking about!” He exclaims. Before you realize it, his hand is slipping from yours and reaching to ruffle your hair with a kind of joyfulness only he could wear so casually and still make your chest swell. It's that damn look again, isn't it? That's the one that makes you so defenseless to anything he might throw your way. 

If one day you could see him look at you like that without the aid of alcohol, you’ll have earned the smile you adorn.

Price flashes an unimpressed look in your direction through the rim of your glass. You frown and move your stare to Simon. He's wearing a similar look. 

Buzzkills.

"Let me have this," You mouth. Their reaction remains unknown to you as Johnny spins you around and grins wickedly.

"`Another dram?" He offers.

"Oh, no," You respond, pressing your hands against his pecs. You disguise it as a means to push him away to give yourself space to breathe, but truly it might be another excuse to feel his body. "You've had enough. And I think the boys are about ready to leave."

Before there's time to process it, Johnny is leaning down, pressing his forehead to yours, noses squished together. Every move is lazy yet so deliberate at the same time (though that might be your delusion speaking). You can smell the lingering taste of alcohol on his lips and every time he exhales, too close to see, hear, breathe anything else but him.

"If ye say so, bonnie," he sighs, lashes fluttering. "But before we leave, how about one last song?"

Johnny leans back and licks his lips before taking your hand in his. You sigh, equally disappointed in yourself and lovingly admiring the sergeant.

Really, could you ever say no to him?

[yellowocaballero]

⭐ utopia, but any other fic will do if you already got a lot of asks about it!

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This is so sweet I'm dying. I'm deceased. Killed. Rambling it is.

“I get why Sasuke-teme had to leave Konoha, Tobi-sensei. He has to keep walking forward with his precious people, and all the bad people in Konoha just bring out the teme in him. Even if I don’t like it…” Naruto’s expression fell, but resolution rose strongly in him too. “But there’s people in Konoha I just can’t abandon. That means I can’t abandon Konoha, and I can’t give up on it. Somebody has to stay and make it better. I won’t run away. I’ll give Konoha a second chance, and me and my friends are going to make it into a place as great as Sakuragakure. I’ll make Konoha into a place that Sasuke-teme can come home to.” Naruto nodded firmly, implacable. “Kakashi-sensei feels the same way. Konoha’s our home. You and Sasuke-teme really hate Konoha, but Kakashi-sensei and I are going to make it into a home you can like again! So you guys can come visit us! Okay?”

Naruto doesn't have a huge role in this story. Of course, he's also the most important character. Everything in the story turned on his fulcrum - on the actions that he hadn't taken yet, born from the resolve of a man who was still a boy. He saved the day, not through his own actions, but through the ripple effect that his actions had on the world and the people within it. He also has no idea. He also can't read.

Naruto Uzumaki is not particularly interested in a utopia. He's not interested in much beyond ramen and becoming the Hokage and Sasuke. He's not interested in the weight of someone's sins and their potential for redemption, despite being ninja Jesus. I think Naruto only cares about if you want to be a good dude - and if you don't want to be a good dude today, if you'll want to be a good dude tomorrow.

Both Naruto and Sasuke were hurt badly by Konoha. It was important that Sasuke leave Konoha - that he be able to leave the world that hurt him, and find a happier new home. But it was important that Naruto stay too - that there was somebody who was willing to take his crap world by the horns and fix what already exists, to make his world a better place. I think both types of people are necessary, and that the ability to make the choice is necessary too. You can't create a better world by playing by the rules of a broken system, but you can't create a better world by giving up on it either.

I think while reading Naruto you have to kinda go, 'damn bitch stop trying to over perform just to earn the right to exist, their acceptance will always be conditional'. You can't Hokage people into loving you. But you can't create a better world by sticking a bunch of orphans in a tree, either. To me, Naruto is the necessary person who wants to fix what he has.

Obito does not understand that. He's convinced that he understands the gospel of Naruto very well. He does not. At all. He willfully misinterprets it, because it doesn't reinforce what Obito needs to believe. It doesn't let him feel what he wants to feel.

If he did understand it, he would realize something extremely obvious: that Naruto had been able to save Obito because of Naruto's own suffering, not despite it. Obito hypothesizes that suffering creates bad people, but Naruto utilized his own suffering as a tool for empathy and compassion. By Obito's own reasoning, Naruto is a 'dirty person' who wouldn't belong in the own utopia that he inspired. He's trying to build a heaven that Ninja Jesus wouldn't be welcome in. It's a massive logical flaw that Obito knows exists and blatantly ignores.

Why does Obito ignore this? Because it undermines his whole nihlistic, absolutist, deterimistic worldview, mostly. But also because that would imply that people with narrative parallels to Naruto might, hypothetically, deserve to be saved, and would have a place in Utopia. And, like, ya know, can't have that.