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Son Bunyola Hotel in Mallorca - it is the latest addition to Sir Richard Branson's exclusive collection "Virgin Limited".
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Speak Easy to Me
Human Hotel Trip ~ Part 6 ~ 6k
Hazbin Hotel āāŗā Charlastor āāŗā Eventually Explicit
Part 1 āļøPart 2 āļø Part 3 āļø Part 4 āļø Part 5 āļø Part 6 āļø Finale
// Charlie and Alastor finally appreciate the honeymoon suite. Smut, angst with a happy ending. Alastor is inexperienced and Charlie helps him learn quickly. //
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Charlie tugged Alastor with her into the elevator, her cheeks blazing and laughter bubbling from her lips as the doors slid closed behind them.Ā
āI think we scandalized the whole party.ā She giggled, trying to keep her mascara from running. It was just so ridiculous that a ballroom full of adults would clap and holler over one little kiss.Ā
Okay, so maybe it was a few kisses, but still.Ā
Charlie glanced up at Alastor, expecting to see his usual smile or even a smirk, but his eyes were wide behind his glasses and a faint blush tinged his brown skin pink. His dark hair was disheveledāher doing, whoops.Ā
āHey, Al, are you okay?ā She asked softly, her delight cooling to concern as she leaned up on her toes to gently touch his cheek. āYou feel warmā¦ā
The moment her fingers brushed his skin, Alastorās demeanor flipped like a switch. His eyes locked onto hers with an intensity that stole the air from her lips, just as he leaned down to capture them in a searing kiss.Ā
It was nothing like the kiss on the dance floor. That one had been a challenge, seeing whose resolve would break first and pull away.Ā
This was, well, it wasnāt gentle. But it was desperate, almost needy. Like he had to have her mouth on his to answer whatever was occupying his mind and consuming his thoughts.
Charlieās hand came to rest on his chest, gripping into his black vest. She felt Alastorās heart racing under her palm as he pulled back to look at her.
āAre you alright, my dear?ā Worry crept into his voiceādid he think heād upset her by kissing the breath out of her?? And since when could Alastor kiss like that?
There was always more to the mystery of the Radio Demon.
"Iām more than alright.ā Charlie admitted, blinking past her whirling thoughts, trying to calm the concern she could still feel radiating from him. āI justā¦never thought you liked anyone, like that.ā
āNor did I,ā Alastor admitted, his tone and his gaze far off.
Charlie bit her lip, realizing she wasnāt helping whatever swirl of emotions he was feeling that made his hand limp in hers.
Damn slow elevators.
āBut Iām not upset about it, so you knowā¦um.ā Charlie diverted, her cheeks warming again, but pushing through because Alastor needed the reassurance. āYesterday, when we were in here with all those people and you leaned over meāI kinda, wanted to kiss you then.ā
Her face burned as she confessed, but that giddy little nervous giggle bubbled from her lips.
Alastor just looked stunned.
Charlie felt her face flame, and she ducked her head. āIām so sorry; I shouldnāt have said that. Fuck, what was I thinking?ā
But Alastorās hand was suddenly under her chin, tilting her face up to meet that burning intensity in his still brown eyes. "
āDid you like that, darling?ā His voice was low and smooth as sheād ever heard at it.
āYesā¦ā Charlie squeaked, fighting the anxious habit of dissolving into giggles and wriggle away.
Alastorās expression broke into a real, genuine grin as he pressed her back against the elevator wall. His hand came up to brace beside her head, trapping her against him.
Charlieās mind reeled. Just like yesterdayāwas that only yesterdayābut so, so different. All alone in the elevator. The air crackled brightly between them without a hint of his irritated static sounds.
Impatient for more, she grabbed for Alastorās vest to pull him down into another kiss.
But he just chuckled, and stayed maddeningly out of reach, his lips at her temple.
āNot so fast,ā He purred. āSay what you said, before.ā
His lips ghosted along her cheek, his breath tickling the hair that waved in front of her ears. Making it hard for Charlie to think straight.
āUmā¦itās okay, Al?ā she guessed, her words breathless.
Alastorās lips hummed along her jawline before skipping her mouth again. āClose, but not quiteā¦try again.ā
Charlie swallowed hard, the desire building hot and fast from Alastorās teasing almost kisses as she wracked her mind.
Then it clicked.
āJust focus on me.ā
Alastor gave a hum of approval. āGladly,ā he purred, and finally, finally, he ducked his head to kiss her.
Charlie gasped into his mouth, overwhelmed by another flair of his searing intensity. Her hands flew up to grip his shoulders, anchoring herself as her entire understanding of Alastor tilted on its axis.
There was no hesitation in the way he held her, one hand cupping her face, while his thumb eased her lips openāuntil she could taste whiskey on his tongue.
Charlie responded eagerly, her fingers sliding back into his dark hair.
Clinging to him like a lifeline, and amazed every moment Alastor didnāt pull away from her.
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Alastorās lips found Charlieās with renewed fervor as he kicked the door of the honeymoon suite closed without breaking their kiss
Their bodies moved in tandem, easy as a slow dance, with his arm around her waist and hers linked around his shouldersāuntil her heels hit the edge of the bed. The Princess pulled the demon with her back onto the mattress.
Alastorās heart lept up into his throat as Charlie dragged him with her, graceless but so eager he could hardly lift his torso off of hers. Sweet Charlie, heart on her sleeve, her desires plain as a song with every little sound she made.
He wanted to collect every single one and make a record just for her.
āJust like when you had too much to drink last night.ā Charlieās giggle was music to his ears, her golden eyes sparkling with mischief.
She was so damningly beautiful. No matter what form she was ināit might just be the end of him.
āTipsy, darling.ā Alastor pulled back, a trademark grin on his face. āAlas, I assure you, now I am fully aware.ā He brushed his lips across her wonderfully warm cheek as he found his way to her neck.
Charlieās laughter bubbled up, a sound that sent shivers of delight through Alastor.
He sucked a mark of the point of her rabbiting pulse, relishing the softness, the sweetness, the taste that was uniquely hers.
Alastor shifted, moving himself further up the bed, fingers gripping the comforterāthe same one theyād left in a heap that very morning. Charlieās pale legs wrapped around his narrow waist, her dress riding up her thighs, so pulling them so intimately together.
The contact sent a jolt of electricity through every nerve, making the Radio Demon acutely aware of his own arousal straining against his slacksā¦mirrored by the heat he could feel from Charlie.
āIām so glad we have this big bed.ā The blonde laughed easily.
Alastor froze, despite the heat of her gasp against his ear.
His mind flashed back to that morning, how heād promised himself he would sleep on the couch out of respect. Things had changed so quickly. And, as much as he now desperately craved her closenessā¦she drew another feeling from the depths of his long-dead heart.
Apprehension. A sudden, crippling self-doubt that he had never experienced.
That almost made him miss the feeling of her small fingers sliding between their bodies to work at the button of his slacks.
Alastorās hand shot out, grasping Charlieās wrist in a vise, gently but firmly, pulling it away from his crotch. His heart thudding with a disastrous mix of lust and churning anxiety.
āAl?ā Charlieās voice was laced with worry. āAre you okay?ā
He winced, hiding from it only for as long as he could.
āYes, of course.ā Alastor brought her hand to his lips, pressing a tender kiss to her palm, before he felt the strained words come out of his mouth. āAndā¦no.ā
āIs something wrong?ā Charlieās brow was furrowed with an irritating amount of concern, and she moved to sit up. āYou can tell me.ā
Alastor leaned back on his knees to allow her the room; his gaze turned from her as his smile became a wretched, vulnerable thing.
His pride was already smarting.
Kissing something he had done plenty. Decades ago, of course, but a man couldnāt go raising suspicions by not having a few dates with pretty girlsābut that was the extent of his experience. And he was going to have to confess that, to Charlie.
āI haveā¦Iāve never been this close to anyone before.ā She had been correctāhe didnāt like people. Alastor took a deep breath, his eyes closed, so he didnāt have to meet hers. āNever beenā¦intimate. And I amā¦ā he despised the taste of this word on his tongue. āAfraid that I do not know to do it properly.ā
The very notion that he would fail to please Charlieā¦was something Alastorās ego simply could not abide by.
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Charlie took an agonizingly long time to process what he was saying. The tortuous silence was worse than anything heād experience in Hell, and his anxiety mounting with every passing second.
āOh!ā she finally exclaimed, those golden eyes gone wide. āSorry, I just, had no idea. The way you kissed me and you were using your mouth on my neckā¦ā She rubbed at the reddened skin along her throat, her words trailing off.
Alastor felt a small surge of satisfaction at her words, some of his wounded ego recovering as he squared his shoulders. āWell, I am a quick study,ā he said, attempting to inject the facade of his usual confidence.
Charlieās expression only softened, and when she reached up to cup his cheek, he leaned into her hand. āItās okay Al, really. We can take it slowāI donāt want anything youāre not comfortable with.ā
Alastor felt his lips pull back over his teeth, knowing that his urge was to snap at her. To lash out when his ego was bruised. But he didnāt want to do that to Charlie.
Part of him hated that she was taking it easy on him, treating him like some blushing virgin.
Even if that was precisely what he was.
But another part, what he hoped was a larger part, was secretly grateful for her understanding.
āYouāre too kind.ā Alastor cupped Charlieās hand to his face, still fighting with the conflicting thoughts.
The Radio Demon was entirely unaccustomed to the fear of inadequacy gnawing at him.
Until Charlie nudged him gently. āHey,ā she smiled, pulling her hand away and leaving an ache in his chest. āLet me up for a sec?ā
Alastor obliged, shifting his weight to allow her to stand, though he wilted a bit at the loss of contact. Already thinking it a consequence of his ineptitude.
He watched Charlie stand, pulling off her earrings and her pearl necklace to set them aside. His eyes drawn to her as she smoothed her fabric back down, hiding her legs from him.
Alastor felt an undercurrent of static bristle under his skin.
āCāmon Al, I was just going to change out of this dress.ā Charlie must have heard his brooding mood, because she came back to him. He lifted his head as she draped her arms around his shoulders. āWe can keep kissing as much as you like.ā
Alastor cocked an eyebrow up at her. Wanting her was far from the issue.
āBut I donāt want you sleeping on that tiny couch tonight.ā
āOh?ā His hands came to hold her waist. āAnd where, pray tell, do you suggest I sleep?ā
Charlie rolled her eyes playfully, trying to neaten the mess that had been made of his hair. āWith me.ā She said simply.
From her blush, he knew she knew what sheād said. Leaving him reeling over what she meant by it.
The Princess was toying with him.
But then, Charlie was kissing him again. Reassuring Alastor that, yet again, he had not scared her off. Though her lips were gentler on his this time. Still going easy on him, he thought bitterly.
When she leaned back, she was still giggling, and Alastor couldnāt help but admire how disheveled she looked. Her blonde waves were a mess from his eager hands.
āAl?ā Charlieās voice brought through his thoughts. āCould you help me with this zipper?ā
"Of course, my dear," he replied automatically, ever the gentleman. He rose to his feet, moving behind her.
As Alastor's fingers pulled the dress apart, he was suddenly very aware of every inch of exposed skin. The elegant curve of her neck, the smooth expanse of her shoulders, the line drawn down to the small of her back...that overwhelming urge to touch her returned with a vengeance.
Charlie said she liked the feeling of his mouth on her neckāstirring something primal within him.
Alastor leaned closer to her, his cheek pressed to her soft hair, nuzzling against her, wondering if she would rebuff his boldness.
But Charlie, sweet Charlie who sang to him like a siren, was leaning back into his touch and giving him all the encouragement he needed. The warmth of her body sent a shiver through him. And his fingers played down the crook of her neck and shoulder like the keys of a piano.
āYou can touch me as much as you want, you know,ā Charlie murmured, tilting her head invitingly.
Alastor didnāt need to be told twice.
He eagerly ducked his head, leaving a trail of sucking kisses along her pale skin. His human teeth, he noted with a hint of frustration, left a shallow imitation of the marks he could make as a demon.
Still, Charlieās soft sighs of pleasure were invading his senses like an intoxicating drink.
āThatā¦feels amazing.ā She breathed, octaves dropping with her obvious desire.
Emboldened by her words, his hands mapped the curve of her spine, slipping under the dress to touch more and more. Alternating between gentle nips and soothing licks. So caught up he didnāt register Charlieās hands moving to let the dress drop in a pool of black sequence around her ankles.
Alastor was eager to discover every inch exposed as she pressed back into his body, lighting every nerve as her delicate fingers splayed over his.
Charlie moved their linked hands to her chest, and with a minute click, her bra was undone and falling to the ground.
He panted gently against the side of her head, overwhelmed with the softness of the flesh beneath his palms. āCharlieā¦ā Alastor heard the plea in his own voice.
āItās okayā¦like this.ā She murmured back to him, cupping his hands around her breasts, brushing his thumbs over the peaks of her nipples.
Charlie was clever, but Alastor knew what she was doing. Patient, subtle guidance that was careful not to bruise his ego.
He couldnāt think to care right now, too entranced by the little gasps and exhales he drew from the princess as he explored her. He cataloged each and every precious note, determined to collect them all.
āDarling girl,ā he murmured against her ear, āyou make the mostā¦exquisite sounds.ā
Charlie shivered in his arms, reaching back to tangle her fingers into his hair, her pants tender and filled with affection.
Charlie wriggled against him, her movements becoming more urgent. As she pressed back, Alastor felt her ass against his growing arousal. Surprisingly, he found it easy to ignore that particular sensation. His focus narrowed to the heat of her skin, how he caused her breath to quicken and a moan to slip from her with the flick of his thumb.
Emboldened and with deft fingers, Alastor slid his hand across Charlieās black pantiesāa burst of harmonic hum escaped him as he felt her wet warmth.
"My, my," he purred, his voice taking on a slight echo. "You're absolutely drenched, cher."
Charlie gave a gasping laugh. "You'reā¦you're really turning me on right now."
Alastor chuckled, low and deep, nipping her ear. "Show me," he whispered, his breath hot against her ear. "Where you want to be touched."
"Myā¦my clit," Charlie breathed, her cheeks beautifully red. She guided his hand into her panties, curling her fingers over his to show him exactly where she wanted him.
When he found that sensitive bundle of nerves, he was rewarded with the delicious sound of Charlie crying out his name. It sent a thrill through Alastor, stoking his own desire into a brilliant fire.
"Darlingā¦" he murmured, tilting her head back to better hear her sounds.
He experimented with different touches, light caresses, and firmer strokes. Each movement drew another captivating sound from Charlie. Letting Alastor wonder what other delightful notes he could coax from her, with Charlieās body as his instrument.
Her hips moved in small, enticing circles. Pressing back against him again. Distracting him only momentarily as she bit into her bottom lip.
Alastor gripped her by the chin and neck, holding her still to regain his focus.
Charlieās breathing grew ragged, and it thrilled him that she couldnāt manage to keep her mouth closed when he was touching her.
āAlā¦Iām close. Iām so close.ā She whined.
The demonās eyes gleamed with pure excitement. āI want to see your face.ā He demanded in a sultry voice. āI want you to look at me.ā
Charlie nodded eagerly, but lamented loudly when he moved her.
Alastor chuckled, snapping his fingers to vanish her remaining undergarments and shoes as he turned her around and pushed her back onto the bed with newfound confidence, pushing her legs apart.
Charlie looked an absolute mess beneath himābut the way her eyes were on him exhilarated Alastor. Drinking in the power of it.
Her fists wrinkled his red button down, desperately trying to get his hands back on her.
Alastor pinned Charlieās shoulder to the bed, teasing his touch down her body, before relenting to what she wanted. His fingers drawing over her soaking lips, before finding her clit again.
Charlie moaned, but bit into her lip to stifle it.
āNow, now. None of that.ā Alastor tutted disapprovingly, using his free hand to grasp her chin again. "Let me hear you sing for me."
Charlieās eyes were wide with want as she plead, āPlease, Alā¦I need more. I need your fingers inside me.ā
Alastor felt a surge of pure pride at her desperate tone. She was begging for him, and it was truly intoxicating.
āShow me.ā He commanded, his own words heavy with desire.
Charlie grabbed at the wrist that was at her neck, but didnāt tug him away. Her other hand showed him how to curl his two fingers just so.
Alastor eagerly mimicked the motion, relishing the way her body responded. He rubbed the heel of his palm against her clit, watching her face intently for every flicker of pleasure.
Suddenly, Charlie's grip on his wrist tautened. "Alā¦Alastor~" she cried out, her body trembling. "Fuck!"
Alastor began to withdraw his fingers, but Charlie held him firmly in place. "Don't stop," she gasped. "Please~"
He continued his ministrations, mesmerized by the way her inner walls clenched around him.
The sounds she made were unlike anything he'd ever heardāa symphony of ecstasy that rivaled even the most agonized screams he'd elicited in Hell.
As Charlie's bliss subsided, she released his wrist and let him pull away, her chest heaving.
Alastor looked down at her, feeling a surge of satisfaction unlike any he'd experienced before. He blinked away the red glow in his eyes, surprise his demonic form was trying to manifest.
Charlie gazed up at him, a dopey, contentment grin on her face. She reached for his hand, bringing it to her lips. Alastor watched, transfixed, as she began to suck her own slick from his fingers.
Unable to resist, he surged forward, capturing her lips to taste her. He hated sugarā¦but her sweetness left him wanting. Heād have to have her from the source, and soon.
"I want you,ā she barely pulled her lips back from his. "I want to make you feel good, too."
Alastor hesitated.
He wanted to. Heavens, he wanted her more than anything. Butā¦the idea of a, premature performance, was utterly mortifying.
Before he could think of how he should respond, Charlie pulled him close by the open collar of his shirt to pant into his ear. āCan I ride you, Alastor?ā
āYes,ā he blurted out, surprising himself with his own eagerness. In for a penny, in for a pound.
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Charlie was all eagerness as she got Alastor onto his back so she could straddle his narrow hips, her body still tingling from his talented fingers.
She wanted more. Needed to feel him inside herābut first, she needed him out of these clothes, dapper as they were and as gorgeous as he looked all disheveled and aroused.
Even getting his shirt unbuttoned felt like something rare and forbidden, with the way his demon form was covered from neck to toe.
Charlie reached for the next button with a determined glint in her eye. When he caught her wrists.
āAl?ā Her brow furrowed, looking at his widened eyes. āYou okay?ā
Alastor winced, and she could see the way his upper lip twitched with contempt at his own insecurity. āI amā¦concerned you wonāt like what you see.ā He admitted, like his silver tongue had turned to lead.
Charlieās expression softened. She leaned forward, pressing a kiss to his cheek to get his attention back on her. "
āThatās not possible, Al. I already like seeing you like this.ā Was it cheesy, yes, absolutely. But it wasnāt wrong either. The Radio Demon just had an irresistible appeal, no matter what form he was in.
Alastor searched her face, like he was looking for the smallest hint of deceptionābut there was none to find. Slowly, he released her wrists.
Charlie ducked to kiss him, resuming her unbuttoning of his shirt, keeping her touch feather light over his exposed skin.
He tensed as she pushed the fabric aside, and she saw why.
A faded scar ran from his right hip almost up to his left shoulder. āOh, Al,ā Charlie felt her composure flicker into a pained realization. āIs this fromā¦the fight with Adam?ā
Alastor swallowed hard. āYes, it seems angelic weapons leave a rather indelible mark.ā
Charlie felt a surge of emotion clogging her throat. She reached for him, but hesitated at the last moment.
āDoes it hurt?ā She asked quickly.
"Not anymore.ā Alastor shook his head. āIt's justā¦unsightly."
Charlie felt her eyes blaze with the fiery swelling in her chest. This time, she was the one to lean forward. Caging Alastorās head with her arms, so he had to look up at her.
āAlastor, you got that protecting me. And our friends.ā The princess said, with a fierceness that kept him from looking away. She splayed her fingers over his chest, and over the scar. āYou got it defending our hotel. Thereās nothing unsightly about it.ā
Alastor opened his mouth, but nothing came out. And maybe, Charlie took a little bit of pride in stunning him. On making the Radio Demon, infamous for the gift of gab, speechless.
Charlie wasnāt finished with him.
With their eyes still locked together, the blonde ducked down, and pressed her lips to the angel blade scar. The tenderness of it left him breathless, but before Charlie could trail her kisses up the mark to his lipsāAlastor seized her face in both his hands and pulled her mouth to his.
Part of her was still surprised at this much affection from himāthis kiss was undeniably and absolutely loving.
"Charlie," Alastor's voice echoed, no longer the smooth radio announcer's tone but a whisper husky with yearning. The surreal sensation his body writhing beneath her was amplified by the desperate plea. "
Yes, Al?" Charlie responded, her lips brushing against his in a teasing peck.
His grip on her hips was bruising, and the noise that slipped past his gritted teeth was like a radio dial spinning wildly through frequencies.
Charlie decided to show him some mercy.
But Alastor's impatience surged forth as he made his remaining clothes vanish just as she undid the buttons on his fitted trousers.
His cock was achingly hard and leakingāmaking the princess feel profoundly empty without him.
Charlie shifted above Alastor, placing one hand on his chest for balance while aligning him at her entrance with the other. As she slowly lowered herself onto his length, he watched with rapt fascination.
Her eyes fluttered closed for just a moment as he stretched her so perfectly, making her walls clench.
"Ch-Charlie," he stammered out, arms wrapping around her waist to still her.
Charlie understood in an instant from the heat of his face where it was buried against her neck.
"It's okay," she whispered soothingly into his ear while running gentle fingers through his hair, fighting to keep her hips still and be as patient as she promised. . "We have all the time in the world."
Eventually, his panting breaths against her neck became slower and steadier.
Charlie bit her lip and nuzzled closer to the demon. Because she knew how precious his composure was to Alastor; this vulnerable side of him was only for her. Which just made her heart swell in her chest.
When he lifted his head, seeking another kiss from her lips, Charlie eagerly met him. Her arms looped around his shoulders, and she began to move her hips in a slow, easy rhythm.
His breath hitched audibly but he made no move to stop her.
"Darling..." Alastor's gave a ragged pant against her lips, "You feel... divine."
A soft sound escaped Charlie at the rawness of his voice, so different from the crisp, clear tones he usually employed.
"Al, Iā" Before Charlie could return the sentiment, his fingers were tangled in her hair, pulling her head back and exposing her throat to his eager mouth.
When her movements faltered slightly under his touch, Alastor used one hand on the small of her back to pull her closer again. She let out a soft whimper; if he needed control, she was more than willing to relinquish it.
"Charlie," Alastor purred against the skin of her collarbone, his teeth grazing lightly over her chest before latching onto a sensitive nipple.
His name left her lips like a curse. This time, when she stuttered, his hips rose to meet her. Thrusting into her hard and fast, and just right. She was so sensitive, but she had to reach between them to find push her self over the edge with him.
Alastor caught hold of her wrist.
Charlie started, opening her eyes to see if he was alrightāwhen she saw his grin.
"Allow me," he insisted smoothly as he replaced her fingers with his on her sensitive bundle of nerves.
Charlie moaned and wrapped arms around Alastor's shoulders once more, trying to hold back but she was so damn sensitive from before...
"Alastor," she whimpered just as she felt him shudder beneath her. She let her head fall back, as she chased her bliss.
When he grabbed her by the face one last time, demanding every little gasp and whine and sound of her pleasure, vaguely aware of his warmth filling her.
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As they lay together, catching their breath, Alastor found his mind consumed with yet another unfamiliar feeling.
A terrifying, cloying, neediness.
His body felt sated, his head finally free of the insatiable thoughts of Charlieābut he couldnāt fathom the thought of pulling away from her either.
She slumped against his chest, her hair splayed across him againāand all he could think was that he wanted to ease the tangles from her blonde locks. Alastor had already lifted a hand to do so, when he saw the human skin and bones.
Had he only slept with her because he was weak with human urges? A worse thought stillāhad Charlie only wanted him, because he currently looked human?
This feeling unsettled Alastor to his very core, making him feel devastatingly, uncharacteristically vulnerable.
Charlie gave a soft sound as she slipped off of him, causing a panic to rise in Alastor, dreading the moment that she would pull awayāonly to have her settle back beside him.
āThat was amazing, Al.ā Charlie leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to his lips, before focusing her golden eyes on him. "Are you alright?ā
Alastor banished the uncertainty from his smile as he regarded her. āMore than that, darling. Justā¦splendid.ā
Charlie chuckled, and he wondered if heād overdone it.
āMe too.ā She just agreed, before nestling into his chest.
And the creeping emptiness vanished at her touch. Alastor finally settled back against the too soft pillows, and just, let himself wrap his arms around Charlie.
After a long moment, the Princess stirred. āWe should probably get up and get cleaned up.ā she murmured, voice heavy with contentment and movements heavier with fatigue.
Alastor tightened his arm around her. āNow, that wonāt do.ā His usual timbre returning to his words as he flicked his fingers. With a flash of green glow, he magicked them both refreshed.
Though, perhaps selfishly, he didnāt redress them for bed.
āHandy trick,ā Charlie just gave a giggle, reaching for the rumpled blankets and smoothing it over them both. Before she snuggled right back against his chest.
Alastor wondered if they were meant to justā¦fall asleep after sex, if that was the usual protocal, when Charlie lifted her head again.
āGoodnight, Al.ā She leaned up, cupping his cheek, and dropping a lazy kiss on his lips. Alastor felt himself clinging to Charlie for as long as she allowed, only to be interrupted by a yawn.
āGoodnight, my dear.ā Alastor murmured, planting a kiss on the top of her head.
As Charlie's breathing evened out in sleep, Alastor found himself wide awake. He stared at the ceiling, his mind racing. The unfamiliar emotions swirling within him were both thrilling and terrifying.
Sleep, it seemed, would be elusive tonight.
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It was around three or four in the morning, the witching hour, when Alastor finally gave up and slipped out of bed.
After carefully extricating himself from Charlieās embrace, he slipped on one of the soft robes the hotel had providedābefore he transfigured it into one more his style. Though, the cool red silk was a stark contrast from the warmth heād left behind.
Silent as he could, Alastor made his way to the balcony, pushing the heavy curtains aside, and stepping out into the still warm and humid, but slightly less stifling night air.
Leaning against the railing, Alastor gazed at the twinkling lights of Bourbon Streetāthe music was still atrocious and ill-matched, but dulled at this hour into an almost pleasant murmur.
āWhat have I done?ā He growled at himself, running a hand through his mussed hair. āGiven someone else a chain to link around my neck, it seems.ā He snarled into the night air.
The very notion of a romantic, or physical, entanglement was incompatible with his ambitions. Overlords fell before him because they had things, people, to lose.
Yet here Alastor was. Heād tied a string around his heart and then just dropped it into Charlieās hand. He was at her mercy.
So why did the idea thrill him as much as it terrified him?
Alastorās perpetual smile faltered as a new, horrid thought took hold.
No one had said that Charlie felt the same as he. Perhaps it was justā¦sex to the Princess, withering as that idea was.
What if she only brought Alastor to bed, because of this handsome human disguise he wore? Yes, it had been his face. But it wasnāt who he was. Not anymore.
āFuck,ā a bitter laugh escaped him. Alastor, the Radio Demon, had forgotten who he was. After all the coaching and talking to himself, heād thrown it all down the elevator shaft the moment Charlie gave even a hint that she wanted to kiss him.
He was not the pretty face that he covered with his hand. The monster lurked beneath soft brown skin and coiffed dark hair. He was not the man Charlie had brought to her bed.
Alastorās form began to shift, manifesting his inner turmoil. His fingers elongated, nails sharpening and turning scarlet. His smile stretched unnaturally wide, teeth growing sharp and meshed together like threshing blades.
This time, he didnāt fight the transformation. He needed to be reminded of this cursed, elongated body, the antlers, the ears, the gray skin that gave him the pallor of death with his blood-red eyes.
Standing there in the moonlight, Alastor looked down at himself. At the claws grasping the iron wrought railings, as he let out a soft, agonized laugh that crackled with static.
āAs soon as the Radio Demon returns to Hell,ā Alastor murmured as he lifted his hand and clenched his fist. āCharlie will remember exactly what you are.ā
ā§ā¦ā§ā¦āļøā§ā¦ā§ā¦
"Alastor?" Charlie's soft voice cut through the night air, startling him from his brooding thoughts.
He leaned forward from the wicker bench that had been placed on the balcony overlooking Bourbon Street. For a moment, Alastor thought he was dreaming, seeing her framed in the open window, clad only in his red button-down shirt.
Dream or not, the sight of Charlie in his clothes stirred something in himādespite being in his proper demonic body.
"My dear, are you alright?" Alastor asked, his voice a low wavering tone.
"Māfine,ā Charlie nodded, rubbing sleep from her eyes and giving a yawn that stilled the trembling signal inside him. āYou didnāt come back to bed"
Alastor's permanent grin widened, though it didn't reach his eyes. "I assure you, I am perfectly fine, darling. You should go back to bed."
"Not without you," Charlie mumbled, moving towards him with surprising determination for someone half-asleep.
Before Alastor could protest, Charlie plopped down next to him on the bench.
Without hesitation, she pulled his arm around her shoulders, nestling against his side. Like his return to his demonic form, his real body, didn't faze her in the slightest.
āYouāve been through a lot this weekend, Yāknow.ā
Alastor stiffened, caught off guard by her easy affection. "Charlie, Iā"
"So, I'll go back inside when you do," she interrupted, stifling another yawn.
Her gesture touched him deeply, though he tried not to show it. "We have a long trip back to Hell in the morning.ā Well, a short trip, but one that would be taxing on her magic. āYou need your rest."
Charlie nodded against his chest. "Mm-hmm. It'll be nice to sleep in my own bed again." She paused, brow furrowing. "Do you even have a bed in your room, Al?"
"I havenāt had the need for one," he admitted, surprised by her perceptiveness even in this state. And wondering where the hell she was going with this.
Alastor would not allow himself to get his hopes up, not again.
Charlie's eyes fluttered closed as she snuggled closer. "Well, you can use my bed whenever you do need one."
Alastor froze, his mind reeling at the implications of her sleepy offer.
He looked down at her, nestled so comfortably against his demonic form. When he felt something swelling in him anew.
A sound burst forth from Alastor's chest. It wasn't his usual static or feedback, but a soft, sweet melodyāa lullaby flowing from him, unbidden.
Charlie stirred, her eyes half-lidded as she gazed up at him. ā...that's beautiful," she murmured.
Alastor's red eyes widened, realizing what was happening. He hadn't consciously chosen to produce this song. It was as if his very essence was responding to Charlie's presence, her acceptance of him.
The trust heād tried so hard to cultivate for his own meansā¦that he never meant to return.
āIā¦suppose it is.ā He murmured, his voice overlaid with the tune.
Charlie's breathing deepened, her body relaxing further against him. Until Alastor was cradling Charlie in his arms, as her melody meandered through the night air.
āļø Part 7 ~ Epilogue āļø
Part 1 āļøPart 2 āļø Part 3 āļø Part 4 āļø Part 5 āļø Part 6 āļø Finale
#Poor Alastor#I realized this needed to be a slightly awkward first time#which is why there's going to be a sexy epilogue#alastor#human alastor#alastor hazbin#hazbin alastor#charlie x alastor#radiobell#radiobelle#charlastor#charlastor fic#charlastor smut#RadioBelle smut#hazbin smut#hazbin hotel fic#charlie hazbin#charlie morningstar#hazbin charlie#slow burn#Virgin Alastor#Next time he gets power boost and confidence boost#human form Alastor has some smut limitations okay
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Tumblr straight up just advertising me cigarettes, Viagra, drugs, lingerie, religious proselytizing (they're playing both sides so they always come out on top), legit video game porn (not pictured because Jesus Christ that was ACTUAL porn), and the coup de resistance: FAMILY GUY MASTURBATION INCEST š.
Genuinely, WHO does it think I AM.
And are the "children we have to think about" in the room with us right now? This is even missing some of the worst offenders. Oh oh I forgot the straight up cult they advertised! Their crusade against so called "NSFW" on this site has never once actually been about "protecting the children." It's been about having a flimsy excuse to spread and inflict their hate and prejudice and selling the marketing rights to the highest bidder, children be fucking damned, (and if they are damned, well do we have an AD FOR YOU! Have you heard of our Lord and Saviour, Click Now! Now! Now! Click now! Click or be damned forever! NĢ¶ĢæĢĢĢĢĢĢĢĢ»ĢĶĢ£Ģ²ĶĢOĢ·ĢĢĢØĢ²Ķ
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#tumblr#tumblr fix your f*cking website#idk whether to mature label this because tumblr itself sure didn't think that necessary#wtf is this wtf is this ššš#tumblr at the non smoking ace s*x repulsed virgin already chr*stian girl in their twenties: boy howdy do we have your market cornered#i i can't the the family g*y ad that pushed me over the limit chr*st tumblr wtf is that????
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i hate that Media Literacy is the latest new thing the tortured underground posters of tumblr have latched their sense of moral superiority to bc like like here's a life skill that's actually essential, invaluable, incredibly important for navigating day-to-day life, that is objectively a Good Thing, a lack of which is something that ought to be cause for concern (all of which is unlike previous subjects that have been paraded around as Indicators of Superiority like having sex and doing drugs and going to clubs or whatever when theyre literally just things people choose to do) but people on this site cannot go a single day without being so fucking condescending about it and making it less about "genuine issue in modern society we should talk more about" and more "uhhhh i interpreted this anime Better Than You Did which means im better and smarter than you completely ignoring the fact this is a skill that is learned/taught and not born with and isnt an inherent indicator of morality".
#it already grated me a little the wrong way when it started . as a person who struggles w reading for a number of reasons including but#not limited 2 disability but i didnt think too much of it cuz i was like#Oh they dont mean harm theyre just rightfully worried aboutit. We all should be#but now its v clear its just a quick way to feel like youre better than all the other Virgin Shut In Sober Losers like oh okay#i dont expect people on tumblr to teach other people reading comprehension or thinking skills. there is a reason theres entire classes for#that#no internet user chilling on their own blog should be expected to educate others#but i truly feel some people care less about informing others and more about a good ego boost#t#anyways. posts that will put me in witness protection
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Something so appealing about innocence/first times to me. The novelty of it all, discovering what makes the other person tremble in anticipation or melt in pleasure. Getting to take in all their reactions for the first time like "give me all your pretty sounds, angel, wanna drink them all in" or "crying for me so quickly? What a perfect darling you are" and "look at you, so messy from just kissing, are you always this sensitive, sweet thing?"
#this feels weird for someone who doesn't believe in virginity#or is it just weird overall š¤#look at me acting like i didn't just abandon this account for months#of course not every first time is gonna go like this#and that's perfectly fine#also this isn't just limited to first times#it's normal for it to take time to reach a point like this#just gotta go at your own pace and do what feels right in the moment#but enough with the rambling#anyways#mine#dirty talk#degradation kink#degrading kink#just in case#virginity kink#is this what this is!?#who knows š¤·āāļø
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#i am leaving no room for nuance all of you decide for me#over the years i have rly worked on destroying my self hatred so i actually have pictures of myself to put on the profile!!! which is cool#iām also a blushing virgin like iāve never even kissed anyone or held hands before#so thatās a downside#this idea also only came to my head bc my mom gave me shit so#and i have very very limited irl friends. so thatās not great#idK iām so conflicted#anyways#personal
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"šš°š„ š¤š¢šÆ š„š° šøš©š¢šµš¦š·š¦š³ šš¦ šøš¢šÆšµš“.
šš°š„ š¤š¢šÆ š¶š“š¦ šøš©š°š¦š·š¦š³ šš¦ šøš¢šÆšµš“.
šš°š„ š¤š¢šÆ š“š±š¦š¢š¬ š©š°šøš¦š·š¦š³ šš¦ šøš¢šÆšµš“.
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ššš'š ššššš ššš!"
#jesus#catholic#my remnant army#jesus christ#virgin mary#faithoverfear#saints#jesusisgod#endtimes#artwork#Jesus is coming#st therese of lisieux#pray for us#donāt limit God
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OPEN (18+)
The spy is trying to resist the urge to laugh at the other person's question. Was it a joke or was the other party being incredibly naive?
Minho smiled at bit deviously at the other person as he responded to their question.
"My line of work when I was with the KGB involved seduction ā if that's not an obvious clue to my virginity status, then I don't know what is."
#MARVEL rp#spy rp#superhero rp#open starter#[tw: 18+]#[tw: virginity]#[tw: spy behaviors]#[ OFF-LIMITS: 18+ ]#[ OPEN: Hey guys I'm looking for a dinosaur at the Smithsonian. ]#[ OOC: Since the majority of my muses are not virgins let's turn the question on them. ]#warsinmyhead
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I saw your post about Free to Be You And Me, and had to stop and blink for like thirty straight seconds, because I could not for the life of me even remember what Dean was doing in that episode. That was the episode with hunters and Lucifer all stalking Sam! That was the Lucifer showing up as Jess and appealing to all of Sam's guilt episode! It was the Sam spitting out demon blood episode! It was the talk about addiction with a stranger in the middle of nowhere episode! Who watches that and thinks about anything other than Sam?!
Real and true anon, real and true. I said in the original tags that you couldn't pay me to have to remember/think about the non Sam portions of the episode lol.
#i will say for nuance although I love to be hyperbolic about this stuff#that theoretically there is interesting stuff to be engaged with on the Dean/Cas side of things#particually how it relates to Dean's desperate attempts to fill the absence of sam with cas#and the ways in which its notable that he's doing this with someone who is in some ways more pliable than sam#and he can do the āfunā things he doesn't get to do with sam#and how its just all actually kinda sad and pathetic#but unfortunatley my bandwidth is limited due to the fandom environment#and given how little time that side of the fandom spends actually really thinking about the horrors of Sam's side of the epiosde#I think its only fair to redress the balance#but also I find a lotttt of the dean/cas stuff in the epiosde repugnant#from the point of view of Cas being (especially at this point) very ace coded#and the whole āyou are not going to die a virginā stuff#too much for this ace to have to bare I'm afraid i HATE it#ANYWAYS#haha#replies#I guess you couldn't pay me to think about it but I will do it for free on occasion but I don't have to like it lol
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I hope this isn't stupid, but did Henry really do the Great Matter the right way? I just feel if he'd used a normal argument instead of making it a religion problem it'd be easier for him. If he said "I have no son, so I want to make a new marriage and get one, to protect my people from war" then wasn't that a reason other kings had, and they got annulments? That would be just a fact and everyone at the time knew no son had problems. Sure Catherine would still fight but she couldn't really say he was wrong. But instead if he says it's all Leviticus and God's mad it gives her the out to say she never slept with Arthur so God's not counting that as a real marriage. Then Henry has to say she's lying and so she looks the injured party and right to be offended, and nobody knows what to believe so it just drags out hoping someone dies.
Precedentially and in hindsight, making it a "religion problem" might not have been the best course; but I think it was genuinely his belief and also he had been so highly respected as "Defender of the Faith" (literally) up to that point that he saw an opportunity for fame and acclaim in (what he believed to be) the "righteousness" of his case, and a way to shore up the image, power, and prestige of the English monarchy; even when it became clear it would be one from a position of defiance. We have to place his belief in the context of his acclaim as a scholar and theologian up through the 1520s...it was bold, but so was Henry, and while the common narrative is that his case was facile; after further reading I found that to be reductive:
"In Henryās obsession with an idiosyncratic interpretation of natural law and his apparent indifference to the strength of his own case on Deuteronomy we may discern a litigant who seems determined to snatch defeat from the jaws of possible victory. Nevertheless it is hard to resist the conclusion that the biblical texts themselves support Henryās claim that his marriage contravened divine law as expounded by Moses. [...] In the field of legal codes Henryās view, whether treated as a matter of divine or human law, held a strong position. Among other examples the Council of Neo-Caesarea and the regional Council of Agde followed the Levitical injunction by forbidding the marriage of men to their brothersā widows. Faced with such arguments, Bishop Fisher usually asserted that the prohibitions did not specifically forbid all dispensations ā yet nor did they specifically allow any. As on the Leviticus/Deuteronomy dilemma, Fisher reasoned that in cases of ambiguity the pope should interpret the matter. Yet such a papal interpretation had been given by Innocent III in a rider to his judgement on the Livonian issue discussed below: that, whatever the validity of pagan marriages to which the Deuteronomical exception might apply, a manās marriage to the widow of a deceased childless brother should not be permitted to baptised Christians." HADWIN JF. Leviticus, Deuteronomy and Henry VIII.Ā The Journal of Ecclesiastical History. 2019
I don't think there's really anything he could've done to assure a 'secure' outcome, tbh (besides the possible counterfactual of applying for an annulment circa, say, 1520 rather than 1527, he did seem to have a better understanding and alliance with Leo X). The final judgement from Clement was that Henry had lived too long in matrimony with Catherine by principle of the dispensation granted to be able to legitimately protest the dispensation.
Precedent ran against Henry in the specific matter of Popes erasing former dispensations. That was not something they had done; but arguably Popes did reverse decisions of their predecessors in other matters, or sometimes reverse their own decisions-- there are many cases, for instance, of Popes granting annulments and then reversing them. This can make better sense of Henry's decision to reify the legitimacy of both his annulment with Catherine and his marriage with Anne via Parliament, even before the Pope has made declaration (because, even if he had made one in his favour, it might not have stuck...the sands were always shifting, too, even if, say, Clement had died without declaration and his successor had been an anti-Imperial candidate, like the later Paul IV, that did rule in his favour, was it not possible he himself would die and his successor reverse that decision? It is plausible to consider, also, a counterfactual where Henry made his application late 1525 or 1526, had it granted January 1527, and Imperial troops stormed as they did by May, pressurizing Clement to reverse...):
"And here it must be acknowledged that, while a substantial case could be built to support Henryās challenge on the issue of the bull, the fact of that issue had significantly changed the situation and the canonical context within which it might be viewed. On the question of possible rescission of the bull the critics seem to have been right: on balance, precedent would appear to run against the king. Neither a dissolution nor an annulment would seem likely to have been granted. No previous marriage had been ended on the grounds that a pope had acted ultra vires; nor, as David dāAvray notes, āwas any dispensation to my knowledge ā¦ ever revoked because the alleged political ills that it was meant to cure were later shown to be imaginaryā. The application of the principle of dissimulatio ā the turning of a blind eye to the legal weaknesses of a long-standing union in view of the greater good that would accrue by leaving well alone ā could also have favoured the queenās cause; a similar canonical rule held that ādoubtful cases ought to be resolved in favour of the marriageā. Most significant of all might be the maxim asserted by Gilles BellemĆØre in the count of Armagnacās case, that if the pope asks for advice before taking action, he should be told that the dispensation should not be granted; however, if he has already acted, then he should not be opposed. Thus, even if Henry had succeeded in convincing an impartial court of the impropriety of Julius IIās granting the dispensation, all [of his] lengthy campaign might well have gained him not that triumphant solution for which he had striven but merely the cold comfort of a Pyrrhic victory." HADWIN JF. Leviticus, Deuteronomy and Henry VIII.Ā The Journal of Ecclesiastical History. 2019
And, that's actually a misconception; it was probably the predominant of his arguments/case, but hardly the only one or aspect:
"Like many other litigants, Henry adopted a āscatter-fireā approach to his task of seeking an annulment, attacking a vast array of targets, hoping that at least one shot might reach its mark. His opponents tended to follow suit, thus a comprehensive analysis of each pellet might seem desirable to do the parties full justice. This has not been attempted in the present study. Instead it has seemed best to concentrate on three of the most serious and most often cited defences of the queenās case, those based on the questions Henry asked of the universities in 1530-1, thus setting the agenda for the debate. The first of these was that, while forbidden by the texts of Leviticus, marriage to a brotherās widow was prohibited by the Church only if the previous marriage had been consummated, whereas Katherine insisted that she came to Henry 'virgo intacta'. Secondly, it was argued that the Levitical prohibition should be interpreted as being limited by the command in Deuteronomy requiring a man to marry a childless brotherās widow, exactly what Henry had done. Lastly, the kingās critics cited a number of what they considered relevant precdents for the dispensation granted to Henry and Katherine by papal bull in 1503.
Each [argument of the Queen's side] appears to have serious weaknesses. The strict application of canonical procedures in the case would appear to favour a verdict that Arthur and Katherine had indeed consummated their union. On Deuteronomy, not only had the Church generally regarded the command as obsolete and inapplicable to Christians but the contentious verse does not on close examination cover Henryās case at all. Finally, none of the oft-cited papal dispensations involved a clear-cut breach of the Levitical injunctions: the bull really does seem to have broken new ground and might not have been issued had all the facts been known." HADWIN JF. Leviticus, Deuteronomy and Henry VIII.Ā The Journal of Ecclesiastical History. 2019
Royals being anti or pro papal tended to be a matter of political timing, and this wasn't unique to Henry VIII. Hell, Mary I's spouse was excommunicated (not just threatened with excommunication, as her father had been circa the Great Matter era) by Paul IV because he had sent the Duke of Alva to occupy the papal states in retaliation for his alliance with France, and deprived her councilor and Archbishop of Cantebury, Reginald Pole, of his legateship and ordered him to return to Rome to answer charges of heresy ; and she chose to defend them rather than repudiate them in kind.
So, for the matter of claiming Catherine wasn't a virgin when he married her...I don't think he anticipated that she'd confess otherwise to Campeggio and unseal the confession; or use the trial of Blackfriars for the opportunity to repeat her own claim otherwise and then refuse to attend the rest of the hearing of evidence. For the hearing in Dunstable in 1533, she refused to attend, as well, and so did her supporters, so there's some revionism in the narrative that the Henrician side of the divide refused to hear her own evidence and supporters. They clearly did not regard it highly; arguably they gave it short shrift, but the political tactic of refusing to acknowledge the legitimacy of any proceedings or hearings outside strict papal jurisdiction (not that all of Catherine's supporters adhered so strictly to that, when it suited them...see: Trial of Zaragoza) by Catherine and her supporters precludes the accusation, reified by Marian Parliament, that Henry and Cranmer "refused to hear evidence" from oppostion. This was a convenient fiction, underrating agency and choice and emphasizing a narrative of corruption vs "godly truth".
But at the same time, I think that aspect of it was a matter of principle for both of them and yet a nothingburger both legally and politically: it was impossible to prove or disprove. There was ambiguity on the matter because the dispensaton covered any possibility ("forsan"); even Clement's declaration did not really fully vindicate her side because he didn't comment on the matter of her virginity upon her marriage to Henry. It was, ultimately, a non sequitur. Henry pursued it because he vehemently believed it was true, and that the proof was in his deceased children by the marriage, that they had died because of the Levitical 'curse', for lack of better word...
And Henry had legal/canonical precedent on his side (see excerpt from JF Hadwin's excellent article on the case above, and this one: "[...] the canonical procedures for determining non-consummation suits would have worked against her. As in any such dispute, witnesses were questioned. Not surprisingly, their stories differed according to their nationality: like the decisions of the universities this was a case of what Hans Thieme delightfully described as cuius regio, eius opinio. English ones remembered a raunchy young prince boasting of his having ābeen this night in the midst of Spainā. Most of the interrogation records of the queenās Spanish servants have been lost, but they seem to have agreed with the implications of the leading questions that they were fed by recollecting only an immature wimp. Canonical rules, however, held that in such controversies, the husbandās view was to be preferred to the wifeās. Furthermore, in the absence of sound evidence to the contrary, in any marriage that had lasted more than a few days, consummation [would] be presumed. This is why neither Mendoza, the Spanish ambassador, nor his successor, Chapuys, was enthusiastic about Katherineās claim and probably why Campeggio felt relief that the question was not to be argued at Rome. As Gardiner had warned the queen earlier, presumption would run against her: rightly or wrongly, in any court operating under standard canonical rules and procedures, she would probably have lost this argument."), but not circumstance.
My unpopular judgement is that Henry was actually far more judicious in his timing of the Great Matter than he's given credit for; as early as 1529 he's saying he's "about to undertake the annates", he delays the cessation of paying the annates until Easter 1533; he waits to pass the Act of Kings alone nominating Archbishops and consecrating bishops until Cranmer is elected Archbishop by the Pope (a fait accompli, because it does mean that Cranmer's annulment of his marriage can be viewed as an act of the papacy, by extension; and forces Clement's hand...arguably this backfired, but not fully, he did not excommunicate Cranmer, probably because doing that to someone he had so recently promoted would call his judgement into question); and he doesn't pass the Act in Absolute Restraint of Annates until 1534, after Clement declares for the validity of his marriage with Catherine. Was the timing different (annates are forbidden by law irrevocably, and then Clement declared for the marriage), one could argue otherwise (that Henry had been too hasty); but Clement could've secured annates from England for the rest of Henry's reign had he done the opposite, or possibly delayed their total annihilation had he just continued to not declare on the matter.
#anon#the great matter files#his opponents certainly made hay out of his claim that catherine wasn't a virgin#generally by praising the pudicity of her life and her character; saying this was contrary to the claim she had lied for personal gain#and we can argue it was naiive of him not to expect that counterattack ; however as far as his claim#went...precedent should have been on his side in many respects. i think he expected an outcome in his favor at blackfriars#and that it was more a public relations exercise to him than anything else; one that initially backfired#but in the eyes of his contemporaries i think he thought it was best to give her such a public opportunity to defend herself#and their marriage...#so that he could maintain a gracious image etc#you can also take the actions of him sending the issue to be debated and declared at universities#as both a response to clement's procastination and as better fitting that sort of dogmatic idiosyncracy#that was so integral to his mind and personality and mode of thinking...#he doesn't seem to have discussed or cited papal precedent on these kinds of marital cases so much#bcus i don't think he felt it was especially relevant/salient...#it was the word of the bible > earthly authority . that's why we see him in this period embracing those reformist texts .#within limits ; but still#tl; dr arguably there was no 'right way' . but there might have been a right- or rather; better- time
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The one single BG3 mod I await eternally is the one that will inevitably just unlock the entire character creator in one go
All heads on any body type regardless of whether it's designated male or female, give a dwarf tiefling horns, fuck it find a way to give elves orc tusks, naturally including all the NPC hairs of course
Complete freedom, complete chaos, just as it should have been right from the very start
#herne talks#i still cannot believe larian decided to restrict character creation the way they did#you know the one part of ANY rpg that people deliberately go back to and spend millennia in because it's fun#absolute insanity that is i tell ya#virgin larian cc with limited locked options#vs chad fromsoft cc where i can make a man that looks like a pepperoni clown with 18 diseases#i'd have to find a way to just straight up port ass titlord's model from bloodborne if i wanted to play him in bg3
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Cartoon analysis on South Park but starting on one of my favourite episodes (aside from Cartman getting beaten by Wendy) but doing the pilot will remove me from the joys in which i tried to promise doing an extensive annotation on the James Cameron episode or just the Lake Tardicaca camp episode, like i love them all but putting a philosophical take on it proves humanity is a piece of shit they love to have when recklessly speaking, animators and creators reborn, Socrates, Aristotle, Plato or the other greek dumbasses don't have it in them to compare just humour other than Jacques Derrida and Martin Heidegger in cartoon form offending everybody and everything for lolz and just breaking racial stereotypes but consequently keeping their limits on what cartoons should do... or that is, is that you don't watch cartoons to mistake living when 'adult cartoons' just means you're a pedophile or what the fck are you trying to tell yourself that prevention of rape is not there because adults know nothing but senselessly teach them sex by selling their souls into an indus.... KEANU REEVES. he ain't the good guy and that is the moral of the story, enjoy what is to come my niggas <3
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#south park#like a god#socrates#virginity kink#chronic masturbator#no limits#pedophobia#anson seabra#is a bitch#kenny mccormick#did not finish#healthy eating#fuck you#america#politics#parliament#memorabiliacollector
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don't think i can print something big enough to work as the Avenger, at least not in one or two prints (more like...many)
a Tzun Stormblade, though?
yeah, i can print some Stormblades to act as air support for Tzun forces
#this has also made me realize that having a 1:56 avenger would mainly be for the novelty of it than any tabletop use#it COULD see use in a base under siege scenario where like one side is invading the XCOM hangar#(and naturally it's in for repairs so its ability to turn this into a tower defense game is very limited)#xcom#3d printing#flying saucer#doctor who expanded universe#virgin new adventures#doctor who new adventures
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Check out this AMAZING limited edition poster which will be sold today and tomorrow at the Falling In Reverse shows in Las Vegas!!!
On the letter "L" you can see the cca. 12 y old Ronnie, a picture which was previously only available in his "I Can Explain" book.
All those who attend July 21st and 22nd Las Vegas FIR shows, consider yselves LUCKY and have a wonderful time!
#falling in reverse#ronnie radke#popular monstour#las vegas#the theater at virgin hotels#limited edition#poster
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// bart acts like heās remotely innocent but heās an impulsive disaster gay with an internet connection . he knows ab sex 100% and I wonāt elaborate
#ā½ ā ā”ļø ā ā¾ ā ā / ā * ā ooc.#// you canāt tell me Bart wouldnāt go stupid go crazy the moment he had access to the internet#// he has to have his screen time limited š#// being raised in vr makes you the ultimate iPad baby#// bart is like haha sex whatās that ?? (knows)#// he is a virgin but heās fooled around with guys before#// heās had very brief flings / relationships with non cape guys before (most he met at school)#cw suggestive
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OPEN (18+)
Hiro is not ashamed of his sexuality or the fact that he's had sex more than once. But the remark seemed so abrupt, almost out of nowhere...
The conversation with the other person had been pretty general ā talking about their current plans (his was completing his Graphic Design major and balancing hours at the cafe he worked at part time), likes, and other random safe topics. How did the conversation steer completely to the sexual side?
"Heh, yeah I'm, I'm not a virgin ā I get my young face could mess some people up into thinking I'm too young or something, but um, yeah. Not a virgin." He paused and studied the other person's face for their reaction.
#university rp#indie rp#indie krp#open starter#[tw: 18+]#[ OFF-LIMITS: 18+ ]#[tw: virginity]#[tw: sex]#[ OPEN: He's coming over to shake your town ]#[ OOC: Puppy has been slutshamed before ā please be gentle with him. ]#warsinmyhead
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